A Fond Farewell
Transcript
Layton's Office
Layton:
...Well then, my boy. Why don't you get some tea ready for our guests?
Luke:
Right away, Professor!
Maya:
Man, that was one wild and crazy ride.
Phoenix:
Definitely. Everyone back in Labyrinthia seemed as plucky as ever.
Espella:
Well, Mr Wright... that's all thanks to everyone's efforts. For the longest time, our town was shrouded behind a thick veil of secrecy. But now? It's absolutely thriving! And I, too...am thriving. For the first time ever, I truly feel like myself.
Layton:
I believe I speak for all of us when I say it is most reassuring to hear that, Espella.
Phoenix:
Saying that... doesn't it feel like one heck of a long adventure?
Layton:
Indeed. In fact, the development of this very game seems to have been quite the long adventure in and of itself.
Luke:
The game's...development, Professor?
Layton:
Merging together two such distinct series as Professor Layton and Ace Attorney... It must have taken a considerable degree of thought and planning to get such a project off the ground.
Maya:
Well, hey. Clearly they were able to get the ball rolling pretty easily, or else we wouldn't be standing here.
Luke:
That's right! I bet it was smooth sailing getting the idea through!
Layton:
Quite right, Luke. Level-5 and Capcom both certainly saw the potential success of such a combination. However... it was not quite a walk in the park to begin with. In fact, things were a bit... uncomfortable at the start.
Espella:
I-is that right, Professor?
Phoenix:
Come to think of it... Things didn't exactly hit the ground running, huh? Professor, remember when they had us stand side-by-side for the first time?
Layton:
Indeed. I must say, there was quite the bit of...incongruity between the two of us, wasn't there?
Phoenix:
Definitely. And I'm pretty sure everyone MORE than noticed it, too... I mean, all anyone has to do is take one good look at the two of us side-by-side... Our character designs are pretty different.
Luke:
Yeah, that's true, Mr Wright. You and Maya both look a little more, um..."real" than we do.
Maya:
Not to mention, Nick and I were, what... two or three heads taller than you guys?
Phoenix:
...Three heads taller is overkill, Maya.
Espella:
But I never noticed any sort of strange discrepancies between you all...
Luke:
They must have gone through all sorts of adjustments before the game, right?
Espella:
Adjustments...?
Layton:
This is just an aside, but there is something rather odd that I became aware of. I felt as if...I were gradually growing taller throughout the game's development.
Maya:
Of course! You were getting more and more stylish by the day, huh, Professor? Y'know, I was playing the professor's latest game just the other day... and I totally thought to myself: "Is the 3D getting weird, or does the professor look shorter in this game?"
Phoenix:
...But you know, the professor and Luke weren't the only ones that needed a little bit of adjustment.
Maya:
WHAAAAAT?! Seriously?
Layton:
I do believe Mr Wright and yourself needed a bit of a height reduction for the sake of balance, Miss Fey.
Maya:
Aww, man... You mean to tell me Nick and I were both cut down to size? The developers never tell me anything...
Luke:
It's a bit scary when you think about it. Having to get used to being changed over and over...
Espella:
I have to say, though... the final showdown between Mr Wright and the professor was really very impressive.
Maya:
You said it! That final trial sure was something else! And, Professor, you were quite the sly fox, too!
Layton:
Excuse me, Miss Fey? A sly fox...?
Maya:
You know, how you told us "I'm off to go fetch some evidence for the trial, old bean!" and left us to the trial totally unprepared. But then! You kicked down the door to the courtroom, like BOOM, and completely took over the inquisitor's bench! I was actually hoping I could've stepped in as inquisitor. "Milord, Inquisitor Fey sentences that burger to my stomach!"
Phoenix:
Maya, do you even listen to yourself when you speak...?
Layton:
Now, now...I was just giving the players what they came to see, Miss Fey. After all... "vs" is in the game's title, is it not?
Luke:
That's right! Nothing says "vs" like a dramatic courtroom battle, eh, Professor?
Espella:
Don't forget about the team puzzle. It proved to be quite popular, I think.
Phoenix:
Ah... You're talking about that puzzle for opening the huge door down in the underground ruins, right?
Maya:
Oh, yeah...the puzzle that Nick moaned on and ON about until he ended up trial-and-erroring it, right?
Phoenix:
...Resisting the urge to object. Hey, I'd say that's sorta got a "vs" kind of vibe. Us versus the puzzles, right?
Layton:
It would seem our dear developers had quite a few different ideas on how to implement the "vs" of the title.
Luke:
Oh, yeah...that reminds me! Remember in the initial storyboard... there was even a scene where the professor and Mr Wright face off against each other in a fencing match!
Maya:
Fencing...? Oh yeah! I totally saw that too!
Phoenix:
...I have to admit, I was pretty surprised to see that in the storyboard. I mean...pointing my finger at people is one thing, but a sword? That's a whole other ball game.
Luke:
It didn't make it into the final game in the end though, did it?
Espella:
No. Unfortunately not, Luke.
Maya:
Yeah... But at least... the professor got to hack 'n' slash those HUGE walking tin cans the Storyteller called knights!
Layton:
That, I assure you, was a special case, Miss Fey.
Phoenix:
By the way, I've gotta say, Maya. You surprised me. You're not usually the kind of person that literally leaps into action, like you did when you saved Espella back in court... But...you're definitely the kinda person that would get trapped in a steel cage of death and dropped into a raging pit of fire.
Maya:
...Well yeah- HOLD IT! Whaddya mean I don't leap into action?! I can leap! Who said I can't?!
Layton:
At any rate... there are a number of fun and interesting ways for the developers to play on the "vs" theme of the game.
Phoenix:
You said it. But honestly...it sounds like making this game was really tough.
Luke:
Speaking of which, know what else was tough? The developers' offices! I bet they had more than their share of...disagreements.
Maya:
Yeah. This is just a rumour, but... I heard development on this game was SO ridiculously tense, the developers ended up fighting, just like in those other "vs" games!
Phoenix:
So much for cooperation...
Layton:
Mind you, that said... all of us have been able to get along quite amicably despite coming from two different games. On the other hand... the developers seemed to use this opportunity to develop, let's say, a strong rivalry with one another.
Maya:
Yeah, that's right. Couldn't have said it any better myself, Professor. Both were in the versus spirit, after all.
Layton:
Indeed. Whether contesting as fierce rivals or helping one another, it was all in the versus spirit. The important thing is that everyone did their utmost. Whether friendly or competitive.
Maya:
Hey, Nick, if someone were crazy enough to put you in a fight against someone, what would be your finishing catchphrase?
Phoenix:
Hmm, I'd have to go with something like... "It's time to pay for your crimes!"
Layton:
While the methods and thinking may differ, the end goal is the same. Both paths will lead us to the right answer. That's right... I speak of puzzle solving.
Phoenix:
Puzzles...Professor? Ah, right. I think I get what you're saying.
Layton:
Well, then... it appears our time together is coming to an end.
Luke:
Oh...it is? Cor, that was fast, wasn't it?
Maya:
...Yeah, tell me about it.
Layton:
Are you ready, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Absolutely, Professor.
Layton:
Let us combine our efforts one last time. And put this one final puzzle to rest.
Puzzle #82: Eccentric Tailor 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
N/A
Notes:
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Additional dialogue:
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Layton:
...Adventures filled with mysteries and excitement will always be around. You never know where they may take you. I am sure our paths will cross again, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Well, I guess this is farewell until then, Professor.
Luke:
Um... You two will be sure to come and visit us, won't you?
Maya:
Duh! Of course we will. You take care of yourself, Espella. Don't go near any bells or towers. We want to be able to see you again, y'know...
Espella:
Hee. I can't wait, Maya. Oh, yes... We can't forget to thank YOU all for playing our game. You have our utmost gratitude. It was thanks to you that true peace has come to our town. Even if it's just a fleeting visit, please do come back and see us in Labyrinthia.
Maya:
What Espella is trying to say is: don't be a stranger and DEFINITELY come back and see us all!
Luke:
I know I'll be giving the game another go very, very soon!
Layton:
Well, at any rate... This final special episode seems to have come to a close.
Phoenix:
You really stuck it out with us through it all. Thank you for all of your support. I'm sure we're bound to meet again soon!
Luke:
Remember! Our adventures aren't over yet!
Maya:
I hope you all had as much fun as we did! ...From everyone in the Layton and Ace Attorney universe: SEE YOU LATER!
The End.
A Taste of Despair
Transcript
Chapter 5A Taste of Despair
Road to the Court
Luke:
What do we do now? We made it out of the courtroom but... everyone's in an uproar. So, um...where do we go from here?
Espella:
I...I'm truly...truly sorry! It's my fault that Maya... This all happened because of me!
Luke:
Th-that's not true at all! It's not your fault, Espella! I-isn't that right, Mr Wright?!
Phoenix:
............
Luke:
Uh...um...Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? Uh... Oh! Luke, did you say something?
Luke:
Huh?
Phoenix:
............ Y-yeah... That's right! Espella, it's not your fault! You shouldn't blame yourself.
Luke:
...Um, Mr Wright, I just said that.
Phoenix:
Oh, really?
Espella:
Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
Well anyway, at least we managed to save you, Espella.
Espella:
Yes, but...because of that, now Maya...
Phoenix:
Maya believed in you. That's why she wanted to protect you.
Luke:
He's right! So we can't let ourselves get captured now!
Espella:
Luke...
Phoenix:
That settles that then... Okay, let's get moving! We're bound to get caught if we stick around here any longer.
Luke:
But, where should we go? Everyone's looking for us now.
Phoenix:
Well, I was thinking maybe we could go to Patty's shop...
Espella:
But the knights are certain to be waiting for us there.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah... That's true...
???:
...My, you certainly managed to get yourselves into quite the predicament.
Phoenix:
...!
Luke:
Th-that voice! Inquisitor Barnham!
Espella:
Please wait, Inquisitor Barnham! A-arrest me, lock me up, I don't care! But... these two have nothing to do with this! Take me! I'm the one you want!
Luke:
No way, Espella! None of us are at fault here! We're not the ones who did anything wrong!
Espella:
Luke...
Barnham:
You are accomplices to the Great Witch Bezella and have assisted in her escape. In a manner of speaking, you have been branded an enemy to all of Labyrinthia. ...There is nowhere you can hide.
Luke:
But... But why?! Espella isn't the Great Witch! Why can't you understand that?!
Barnham:
...Then, I must ask you... why do you continue to deny the clear allegation that this girl is Bezella?
Luke:
That's easy! Because we believe in her. I know back in the courtroom...I said I didn't believe in Maya but... Deep down, I believed in her... We all did and we all still do!
Espella:
Luke...
Luke:
That's why I'm going to stand strong. I'm going to stick by Espella's side no matter what!
Barnham:
............ ...Is that so? By the way...Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
The loss of Maya Fey is...unfortunate.
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
You...have my deepest sympathies.
Phoenix:
............ Really? Your..."deepest sympathies"?
Barnham:
While such bedlam was indeed unexpected, we should have done something more to prevent it.
Phoenix:
...Inquisitor Barnham. I proved Maya's innocence...
Barnham:
I admit, indeed you did.
Phoenix:
And yet, last I saw she was being dropped into a pit of fire. Tell me, Inquisitor... Does that seem like "justice" to you?
Barnham:
............
Phoenix:
All witches are to be cast into the flames... That's the law of the land around here, right? But... Maya WASN'T a witch! How do you explain that, Inquisitor Barnham?!
Barnham:
...It is truly regrettable. What occurs in the courtroom... is my responsibility and mine alone.
Phoenix:
"Responsibility"? ...Fine! Then take some "responsibility" right now! Magic exists here, right? Well then...use some magic and bring Maya back! Cast whatever spell you need to cast... and BRING HER BACK!
Barnham:
............ There exists no such magic. I cannot undo her death.
Espella:
............
Luke:
............
Barnham:
............ ...'Tis my blame to bear. If it would bring you solace, then take this sword and strike me...
Phoenix:
Just stop it! You knights are always ready to get rid of those different from yourselves... Just...get out of my sight. ...I said GO!
Barnham:
............
...What was that...? I think I heard something coming from the main gate...
...Guards! Come and take a look at this!
Luke:
M-Mr Wright! Those voices are getting closer! At this rate, we're...
Barnham:
............ Exit through the main gate and head east through the forest. You should be able to escape along the small path there.
Luke:
...Huh?!
Barnham:
On the outskirts of the city, you will find Rouge's tavern... You should be safe there.
Luke:
Wh-why are you helping...
Barnham:
Go! Now! You will be caught if you stay here... and this will be all for naught!
Espella:
Luke! Mr Wright! L-let's go!
Luke:
Y-yeah, right! U-um...Mr Wright? Are you coming?
Phoenix:
............ ...Okay. Let's go!
A new destination has been added to the map: Marketplace.
Examine
Zacharias Barnham
Barnham:
Rouge's tavern is just through that forest. Now go! It is the only haven you have right now. You should be well hidden there. Go. Quickly.
Zacharias Barnham (subsequent times)
Barnham:
What are you doing?! Be gone with you! Hurry and get to Rouge's tavern. It is just through the forest path!
Tree foliage on far left
Luke:
I've got a bad feeling about this. Not that I'm scared, of course. My legs are shaking from the cold wind.
Espella:
I...I think someone's staring at us in the darkness.
Phoenix:
Did you hear that? Hmm, I think it was just the wind...hopefully...
Stone lantern
Espella:
Everyone leaving the courthouse has to pass through here. Let's hurry!
Luke:
It's so bright here, making everything else seem jet black.
Arrows on signpost
Phoenix:
There are houses in that direction, too.
Luke:
Let's go the other way, away from the town!
Espella:
The place Sir Barnham told us to go to is some distance away from the shopping district.
Marketplace
Luke:
It looks like we made it through the forest... I can't see those knights anywhere.
Espella:
I think we'll be safe here for a little while.
Phoenix:
............ I'm sorry for all of this, Espella.
Espella:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
If we'd just headed for safety right away, we wouldn't be in this situation.
Espella:
Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
I need to apologise to you too, Luke.
Luke:
Wha...?
Phoenix:
You've been trying your best this whole time. Just to get Espella out of here safely. It's my fault those knights are on our tail and are probably going to find us.
Luke:
But...I wouldn't say all's lost just yet! I mean...there's got to be a way to bring Maya back... I'm sure we can find a way.
Phoenix:
............ (C'mon Phoenix... You have to keep it together here! These two need you now more than ever!)
Luke:
Well then... How about we make our way to that tavern Inquisitor Barnham mentioned?
Espella:
...Yes, that would be Rouge's tavern. I can show you the way.
Luke:
Huh? Hey, Espella...you know that place?
Espella:
Oh, yes... It looks a little bit scary, so I've never been inside before, though. But...I come to this side of town often to do my shopping, so I've passed it a few times. ...Um, I think Ms Mary's goat farm is around here as well.
Luke:
I-is that right...?
Espella:
Okay. It's just this way... Let's go!
Luke:
Right then. Let's get going, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah... Hey, Luke.
Luke:
Yes? What is it?
Phoenix:
...I just wanted to thank you for earlier. You really helped me out.
Luke:
Wh-what do you mean?
Phoenix:
...See, I get it now. I'm...not the only one who's just lost someone important to them.
Luke:
......... I believe in the professor. He would never be beaten by something like "magic". ...That witch just cast a spell on him, that's all. So...all we have to do is find a way to undo that spell, right?!
Phoenix:
I see... You know, you're right, Luke.
Luke:
The professor will come back, I'm sure of it! That's why...all I can do for now is keep moving forward. It's what any true gentleman in training would do!
Phoenix:
Yeah...I get it. Okay then, let's go.
Luke:
Right!
Espella:
What's wrong, you two? It's over this way! Hurry up!
Phoenix:
Oh, sorry about that! We're coming!
A new destination has been added to the map: Seedy Alley.
Examine
Barrels on left
You found a hint coin!
Chimneytop on center-left house
You found a hint coin!
Wheelbarrow
You found a hint coin!
Chimneytop on furthest left house
Phoenix:
Luke, check this out. It looks like there's a puzzle hidden here.
Luke:
I'm on it, Mr Wright! Make way for the ace apprentice!
Phoenix:
Hold on, Luke. I think I'd like to try this one.
Luke:
Really, Mr Wright? Okay! Good luck! I'll be here if you need me!
Puzzle #40: Espionage ActionFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
35
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Fruit vendor on mid-left
Luke:
A wide assortment of edibles is laid out on the food stand.
Espella:
It's something like a black market. People sell whatever they can get their hands on.
Phoenix:
Guys, we need to hurry. You can come enjoy the sights later.
Area above roof windows of center-right house
Phoenix:
Never before did house lights look so warm and welcoming.
Espella:
I miss Aunt Patty...and Eve... What are they doing right now?
Luke:
It's time for dinner... You can't help feeling hungry even when you're depressed.
Vendor on right
Espella:
It's a tool shop.
Phoenix:
Anything useful here? ...Nope.
Luke:
The shopkeeper's not here. Let's come back tomorrow.
Seedy Alley
Luke:
Whoooooa!
Espella:
Luke, what's wrong?!
Luke:
S-sorry about that, Espella. I just tripped a little, that's all.
Espella:
Hm? Is this...a potato?
Luke:
Let's see if we can put this back into the basket. Wouldn't want anyone else to trip over it. Crikey, this place really looks like it's seen better days...
???:
Hey, hey, hey! What's with all this racket?!
Luke:
S-someone's coming!
Cutter:
This ain't no place fer kids! Why don't you tykes run off and find somewhere else to play, eh?
Luke:
Oh! It's you!
Cutter:
...Hm? Ho ho! You're that lad from yesterday, ain't you?!
Espella:
Is he an acquaintance of yours, Luke?
Cutter:
Not JUST an acquaintance! This lad and the bloke in the dark hat. They... They're my saviours! Them two really saved my hide yesterday! These two pulled my fat outta the fryer right when I needed it most!
Luke:
(I guess that's one way of putting it...) It's all right, Espella. This man is really a good person.
Cutter:
Ho ho! That's right, lass! Ol' Cutter has a face you can trust! Hang on... Where is the bloke with the dark hat, anyway?
Luke:
Oh... Um, well you see...the professor... He... .........
Cutter:
...Somethin' mighty unpleasant must've happened from the looks of it. How abouts we take the conversation inside, eh?
Luke:
When you say inside...that wouldn't happen to be Rouge's tavern, would it?
Cutter:
Ho ho! Hey now! Didn't think you'd know about a place like that! I betcha you must be quite the heartbreaker with the lasses!
Luke:
That's not it at all! We just have a bit of business to take care of there, that's all.
Cutter:
All right, all right. Just pullin' yer leg, lad. Well, if you're lookin' for Rouge's tavern, yer standin' right in front of it! It's the brightest house on this road. Y'can't miss it! No worries, though. I'll head there with you guys.
Espella:
Thank you very much!
A new destination has been added to the map: Tavern.
Examine
Upright barrel on left
You found a hint coin!
Hanging placard
You found a hint coin!
Vase atop crates on right
You found a hint coin!
Tavern entrance
Leads to:
"Wow... It sure is lively in here!"
Potatoes in barrel
Phoenix:
Hey, what's that there?
Luke:
Mr Wright! That's a hidden puzzle! Not to worry! Just leave it to me!
Puzzle #41: Alley AllowanceFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
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Cutter
Cutter:
Rouge's tavern is just up ahead. It's the one beaming with light. Can't miss it!
Chair and crate on left
Luke:
Mind your feet, everybody! The ground is littered with sharp-looking objects.
Phoenix:
Ouch! I hurt my foot...
Tavern roof
Espella:
What a cheerful, lively place!
Phoenix:
Somehow, that's the only brightly lit area.
Windows on right
Luke:
The lights are off...The gloom is a little unsettling.
Espella:
I miss the comfort of light, too. Darkness makes me uneasy...
Tavern
Luke:
Wow... It sure is lively in here!
Espella:
It certainly is. Even more so than I thought. It's so cheerful, and everyone seems to be having a good time.
Cutter:
See, it ain't just the shadiest of the shady that hang about here. Well, y'do get the occasional rabble-rouser every now and then... But for the most part, everyone here's good people. You'll find the head honcho herself over behind the counter. Why not go introduce yourselves?
Examine
Dagger stuck in pillar
You found a hint coin!
Vase on center table
You found a hint coin!
Bottles below counter on right
You found a hint coin!
Rouge
Leads to:
"Ho ho! Boss Lady! I come bearing customers for ya!"
Dartboard
Phoenix:
Don't you usually use DARTS on a dartboard? Ah, what's the use?
Luke:
Knives as darts... It really does seem like something out of a fantasy book, doesn't it?
Espella:
The atmosphere in here is so different from the town square... I wonder if we'll be all right here?
Chandelier
Luke:
D-did it just sway, Mr Wright? ...I sure hope this doesn't get loose and fall.
Espella:
How pretty! It's not every day you see a chandelier like that around here.
Phoenix:
If Maya were here, I bet she'd be trying to jump up and take one of those candles...
Wall of casks
Luke:
Wow, look at all those bottles. I wonder if that's a whole day's worth of juice...?
Espella:
It's a bit funny imagining Inquisitor Barnham sitting here with a tall glass of tomato juice, isn't it?
Phoenix:
It'd be funny just watching him try to sit in one of these chairs with that armour of his.
Cutter:
Ho ho! Boss Lady! I come bearing customers for ya!
Rouge:
Turn the volume down, before you scare away all my other customers. Use your indoor voice, remember? ..."Customers", you say?
Cutter:
Now, I sorta sprung this on you and I know they're just a bunch of kids, but that lad there is my saviour! Hand to heart! So do me a favour and get the lad a juice. It's on me! Just put it on my tab!
Rouge:
I don't care about that! Did you take a look at that girl? What the heck were you thinking?!
Cutter:
...Eh?
Rouge:
Do you have a loaf of bread for a brain or something! [sic] You fool!
Cutter:
Huh?!
Rouge:
That girl...is suspected of being the Great Witch Bezella!
Cutter:
B-B-B-B-Bezella?! Are you joking?! I didn't know that!
Luke:
Now, see here! Espella is NOT Bezella!
Phoenix:
...We were the ones that proved her innocence and cleared her of the charges.
Cutter:
S-see, Boss Lady?! The lad agrees she's not Bezella! And besides, I knew the girl was innocent from the moment I laid eyes on her!
Rouge:
...Cutter, your judgement is about as reliable as paper shoes in the rain. What I'd like to know is who told you three to come here in the first place?
Espella:
It was...Inquisitor Barnham.
Rouge:
...! Really now...? So, it was him, was it? You guys... Listen, don't say a word of this to anyone else, you hear me? It could make life very difficult for our dear inquisitor.
Phoenix:
Ah... R-right. Got it...
Rouge:
I don't know what he expects me to do with you guys, but... Fine. I'll lend you a hand. You can stay here for the night. There's an empty room you can use upstairs. We don't exactly get the cleanliest types staying here, so forgive the mess. Should be good enough to sleep in, though.
Luke:
Thank you very much!
Phoenix:
...We really appreciate it.
Espella:
Um... Thank you so much.
Rouge:
Don't get the wrong idea, kiddos. This place ain't a charity. I expect you to return the favour some day!
Luke:
Phew, I'm sure glad Rouge turned out to be such a nice person!
Espella:
Yes. Mr Cutter and Miss Rouge are both very kind.
Luke:
It looks like we can rest easy for now! Right, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Yup. And I guess we can take this time to do a little sleuthing too, if we want to. But we should probably rest while we can. Tomorrow is going to be a pretty hectic day.
Luke:
Now that's an idea I can get behind!
A new destination has been added to the map: Sculptor's Room.
Examine
Second-floor railing on right
Leads to:
"This must be it... So this is the room Rouge was talking about, huh?"
Cutter
Cutter:
This place is where folks like me can come and be ourselves. Boss Lady is always helpin' out anyone that's in trouble. I know she seems a little rough at first, but I always knew she'd end up helpin' you lot in the end.
Luke:
Everyone here really trusts Rouge, don't they?
Cutter:
No doubt about it, lad! And, you know? A gal like that sure demands attention, if you catch my drift.
Luke:
I-I, umm... I don't really think I fully understand what you mean...
Cutter:
Gah, ha ha ha! Still a bit too green fer that, eh, lad? Oh! Would you look at the time? Best get ready for bed! Your room is upstairs. It's a bit messy, though. Hope you don't mind! Anyway, just enjoy your stay and relax! If you get sleepy, just head on upstairs!
Cutter (subsequent times)
Cutter:
Your room is upstairs. Don't mind the mess. Just enjoy and relax!
Rouge
Luke:
Do you and Inquisitor Barnham know each other?
Rouge:
Hm, I guess you could say that.
Luke:
Is...that right? It's just a bit surprising, I guess... I mean, Inquisitor Barnham is head of the Knights, and you're...
Rouge:
Some ne'er-do-well tavern owner, right? Well, can't fault you for stating facts, kid!
Luke:
...You may both be different, but I get the feeling you really trust one another.
Rouge:
Zack is...well, different from all the other knights in Labyrinthia. To any other knight, we're nothing more than a bunch of filthy no-good scum. We're the first ones to blame whenever a crime or anything happens out in the town.
Luke:
That's true. Mr Cutter didn't do anything wrong when the professor and I gave him a hand.
Rouge:
Yup. Society judges us very harshly, y'see. But Zack...he's fair. He doesn't judge anyone based on how "innocent" or "shady" they may look or what sort of job they've got. He's only interested in protecting the town with fair and sound judgement. That's why he always helps us out.
Luke:
Interesting... Like I thought, he really is a good person...
Rouge:
Hm? Did you say something?
Luke:
Ah, no... It's nothing.
Rouge:
Well, I think that's my cue. You take it easy and rest up, okay? If Zack told you to hide out here, then I really doubt the knights will come snooping around. And even if they did come here, we sure as heck wouldn't turn you over to the likes of them.
Luke:
That's good to know! Thank you again, Miss Rouge! You're really too kind.
Rouge:
Heh, for such a little guy you sure do know how to keep a level head in a tough spot. Your friend over there, on the other hand... I haven't heard a peep from him this whole time.
Luke:
It's fine. I'm sure he'll be right as rain tomorrow...
Rouge:
Hm...
Rouge (subsequent times)
Rouge:
What's up? You look a little thirsty. How about I pour you a glass of fresh juice?
Luke:
Oh wow! That'd be great!
Sculptor's Room
Luke:
This must be it... So this is the room Rouge was talking about, huh?
Espella:
Oh my... It is...quite unique, isn't it?
Phoenix:
(Is that...a statue in the corner? How very...err, "avant garde".)
Luke:
That statue really looks a lot like Mr Cutter, doesn't it...? ...Hey, I wonder if he made this himself.
Espella:
Not only is Mr Cutter very nice, it seems he's quite artistic as well.
Phoenix:
(I dunno if I'd call this "art", per se.) Anyway, it's just nice to have a safe place to rest for a while.
Luke:
Uh-huh! We did so much running about today. I'm totally exhausted.
Phoenix:
I think we can plan out our next step in the morning. Let's try and get some rest.
Espella:
Right.
............ ...Maya... ...If only...I'd been able... ...to save you... ...It never would have come to this... ............
Phoenix:
...Just great. I should be ready to pass out right now. ...But I just can't fall asleep. I'm a little thirsty... Maybe I should go grab some water.
Tavern
Phoenix:
It looks like the party is over. Everyone must have gone home by now... I'll just grab some water and head back to the room.
Examine
Rouge
Leads to:
"What's up? Can't get to sleep?"
Dartboard
Phoenix:
Don't you usually use DARTS on a dartboard? Ah, what's the use?
Chandelier
Phoenix:
If Maya were here, I bet she'd be trying to jump up and take one of those candles...
Wall of casks
Phoenix:
*knock* *knock* ...Sounds like it's all tapped out. People here sure do love their tomato juice...
Rouge:
What's up? Can't get to sleep?
Phoenix:
...Yeah. I'm absolutely beat, but I just can't keep my eyes shut.
Rouge:
Hm...you don't say?
Phoenix:
It looks like you've got your work cut out for you cleaning up this place. Do you need a hand?
Rouge:
Nah, it's fine. The house rule is: "you [sic] make a mess, you clean it". But those dummies couldn't keep their eyes open. I'll make 'em clean up in the morning.
Phoenix:
...Huh? So, hasn't everyone gone home?
Rouge:
I couldn't exactly let them go home in that state, so I shoved them all upstairs for the night. This is both their home and shelter. I mean, don't tell me you can't hear their loud snoring from down here...
Phoenix:
(...And here I thought that was my stomach growling this whole time...)
Rouge:
...So? You must have come down here for something, right?
Phoenix:
Oh yeah...that's right. I came down for a glass of water.
Rouge:
Hm... All right. But, you'll have to earn it first. You win at my game and I'll get you any drink you want. On the house.
Phoenix:
Did you say...game? Um...what kind of a game?
Rouge:
...SILENCE!
Phoenix:
(Whoa, now that...was totally unexpected...) U-um...I'm really sorry... If I said something wrong...
Rouge:
Now, don't you go getting the wrong idea. I only drew this knife... to use in this puzzle I've made for you!
Puzzle #42: Chalice ChallengeFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
No penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Rouge:
Heh. Not too shabby, tiger. Well, a promise is a promise. You can have any drink you want, no charge. Refills included. Just say the word.
Phoenix:
Thank you... I think I'll take you up on that offer...
Rouge:
You earned it, y'know. Never saw anyone around these parts take down a puzzle like that so fast.
Phoenix:
Ah ha. It was pure luck, trust me. If you want a puzzle expert, Luke is the one to talk to.
Rouge:
Oh? You mean that sharp-looking kid, right? You know, for someone so young, he's got a good head on his shoulders, that one. It looks like he's been through a lot...
Phoenix:
Yeah...he sure has. He seems to be in good spirits, but... deep inside he must be hurting really bad. He just lost someone very dear to him... But he's trying so hard to hide it.
Rouge:
...
Phoenix:
Then there's Espella... She had a new accusation thrown at her and is again at risk of being burned alive. And...Maya. I can't stop thinking how her death was completely my fault... That's why I need to be stronger... But I can't. I just feel so...hopeless. I'm the only one who can protect Luke and Espella. ...But I'm scared. I'm scared that what happened to Maya will happen again...
Rouge:
...Maya, huh? I caught wind of what happened today in court. She seemed...very important to you.
Phoenix:
... I'm...all right. I'm just...not sure I can protect those two. More than that... I just don't want them to think I might fail them.
Rouge:
............ You want to protect them...and don't want them to think you'll fail...huh? That all sounds well and good. ...But you want to know what I think? I think you're just telling yourself what you want to hear.
Phoenix:
Huh? What do you mean?
Rouge:
I think the words coming out of your mouth right now are downright selfish.
Phoenix:
H-hey, what are you...
Rouge:
Have you taken a second to step back from your wallowing and think how worried they must be about you right now?
Phoenix:
...
Rouge:
So it's hopeless, huh? Do you think those kids are hopeless too? Pssh, don't make me laugh! You wanna see hopeless? That's easy. Just take a look in the mirror.
Phoenix:
...!
Rouge:
How do you expect to protect those two if you can't even manage to get a hold of yourself?
Phoenix:
I-I...
Rouge:
...It's okay. I get it. You had some really...really rough stuff happen to you today. Unimaginably sad, emotionally trying stuff.
Phoenix:
......
Rouge:
That's why the first thing you need to do... is just accept it. Accept it all. The sadness, the remorse...everything. Honestly, I don't blame you for expressing just how hard this whole situation has been on you. Who could?
Phoenix:
...... ...I... I can never forgive myself for letting this happen... I couldn't do anything...not a single thing! I did nothing to help Maya at all... Maya... She gave her own life to save Espella! If only I'd been quicker... If only I could've done something... Maya would still be... ...She'd still be here by my side... ...... It's all my fault... ......
Rouge:
......
Luke:
......
Espella:
...Oh, Luke. What are you doing here?
Luke:
Ah...Espella. What are you doing up at this time?
Espella:
I couldn't sleep. I thought I'd just get a glass of water... Huh? Who's that over there? Is that... Miss Rouge and Mr Wright?
Luke:
Uh... Hey, we should head back to bed, Espella! We have an early start tomorrow, after all!
Espella:
Mmm. You're right.
Luke:
...... Mr Wright...
Examine
Second-floor railing on right
Leads to:
"...Mr Wright."
Rouge
Phoenix:
U-um... Rouge, I just wanted to thank you... You know, for hearing me out.
Rouge:
Pfft, no need for formalities. We did just share a puzzle, after all. Anyways, go on and get some rest. Something tells me you'll need it.
Phoenix:
Okay. I'll do just that. ...Good night, Rouge.
Rouge:
Hm... Night.
Sculptor's Room (before examining Rouge at Tavern)
Examine
Teapot on left
You found a hint coin!
Top of left barrel near bunkbed
You found a hint coin!
Candle near limestone carving block
You found a hint coin!
Mounted scimitar
Phoenix:
I'm no sword expert, but even I can tell the difference between these and something like Barnham's.
Upper body of statue on left
Phoenix:
Looks like this statue is still a work-in-progress. Makes a great hammock support, though.
Top of limestone carving block on right
Phoenix:
I'm guessing it's supposed to be a person. Something tells me they won't be finishing any time soon.
Sculptor's Room
Luke:
...Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Oh...sorry, Luke, did I wake you up? ...Is Espella still asleep?
Luke:
Yup. She's out like a light. She must have been really tired.
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Luke:
Um...Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Hm?
Luke:
Starting tomorrow... I'm going to give 110...no, 210 per cent!
Phoenix:
Wh-whoa! Where'd that come from all of a sudden?
Luke:
I...just want to help you stay focused, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Luke...
Luke:
I'm sure with Espella and me on your side, we can take on anything that comes our way! There's no puzzle out there tough enough to stop the likes of us!
Phoenix:
Ha ha. No puzzle too tough, huh? That sure sounds like the Luke I know.
Luke:
Ah ha... I guess it does, huh?
Phoenix:
Luke...you've really helped me get back on my feet. I can definitely see why you're the professor's apprentice.
Luke:
That I am!
Phoenix:
Let's give it our best, Luke. As an ace attorney and an ace apprentice.
Luke:
Right you are!
Phoenix:
All right, so...what do you say we get some rest, huh?
Luke:
...I'm all for that! Good night, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Good night, Luke.
Audience Room
Storyteller:
...The next parade is the most crucial one yet.
Darklaw:
Yes, Milord. I understand.
Storyteller:
I leave the rest in your hands. Please take care of Espella.
Darklaw:
...Yes.
Storyteller:
You have had to endure much thus far... but understand that the end is near.
Darklaw:
...Indeed.
Storyteller:
Hmph... Oh, I see...
Darklaw:
...?
Storyteller:
Is that a hint of contempt I see in you, Inquisitor Darklaw...? Urk-!
Darklaw:
...!
Storyteller:
...I must rest.
Audience Rm. Entrance
Darklaw:
...What a foolish man. You...will know soon enough. Soon you will see the advent of a new story. And you will pay for all of your mistakes...
???:
Huh? ...The advent of a new story?
Barnham:
I wonder... What could she be planning?
It's true. Strange things have been occurring within the Story. Such as the Storyteller making Espella Cantabella, his own daughter, a witch... Why would he write such a thing... Something is not right. ...Should I investigate further...?
Sculptor's Room
Phoenix:
Good morning, Luke, Espella. Did you guys sleep all right?
Espella:
Yes, thank you. I slept very well.
Luke:
Me too! I'm recharged and ready to get started, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
It looks like someone got plenty of rest last night.
Luke:
That's right! A lack of sleep leads to a weary mind, after all!
Phoenix:
Okay, guys. Let's decide on where we should investigate first.
Luke:
Well, it would probably be safer if we avoid going into the town centre for now...
Espella:
That's right. Inquisitor Barnham did say there was "nowhere we could hide"...
Phoenix:
All right then, let's just stick to this area and see what information we can find. That Great Witch Bezella has to be a pretty important part of Labyrinthia's history.
Luke:
Right you are! I mean, she is called the "legendary" Great Witch... I'm confident someone can tell us something!
Phoenix:
Yeah... There's bound to be a clue out there somewhere that can shed some light on this thing.
Luke:
I think you're right. Detective Accidenti mentioned some things about Labyrinthia in his letter to the professor, too... He wrote that this town is shrouded in secrecy. And where there are secrets, you can bet there are clues.
Phoenix:
...We should investigate this area first. There are no knights patrolling around here. I guess they really do avoid this part of town, huh? I'm sure we can get a lot of information from the townsfolk.
Luke:
Now that you mention it, isn't this near where Espella had that run-in with those two guys?
Espella:
Yes, it is. It's about halfway from the marketplace.
Luke:
Then in that case, I think there's a possibility we'll find someone with a connection to what's happened. And that means more information on the witches for us!
Phoenix:
You got it, Luke. We've got two weeks to gather as much information as possible.
Luke:
O-oh nooooo. That's right!
Phoenix:
What's wrong, Luke?
Luke:
I didn't mean to startle anyone. I...just forgot to mention... The next parade...isn't actually in two weeks...
Phoenix:
Huh...? I-it's not...?
Luke:
That no-good Storyteller changed the date of the parade by writing in his book! He just changed it right there in front of us!
Phoenix:
He rewrote the Story? Then... when exactly...is the next parade?
Luke:
Weeeeeell...it's... it's sort of...actually today, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! D-did you just say..."today"? (N-no way! Man, talk about time slipping away...)
Espella:
I think they've already started preparing for the festival! It looks like...it might start this evening.
Phoenix:
J-just our luck...
Luke:
M-Mr Wright...?
Phoenix:
............ Okay, this gives us all the more reason to start investigating right away.
Luke:
...!
Phoenix:
Let's see what kind of clues we can find today while there's still time. I'm sure we can find something on the Great Witch Bezella.
Luke:
Y-yes, you're right!
Espella:
Okay! Let's do our best to find some clues!
Examine
Carpet near entrance
Leads to:
"Espella. Hold on a second."
Upper bunk of bunkbed
Luke:
Mr Wright, look! There's a puzzle over there!
Phoenix:
Wow, a puzzle there of all places? You can find these puzzles just about anywhere, huh?
Luke:
Let's solve it, Mr Wright!
Puzzle #43: Stomp on It! 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
60
Notes:
Can be solved in ten moves
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Mounted scimitar
Espella:
A sword and a hatchet? Hmm... Not very surprising to find something like that in a place like this, is it?
Phoenix:
I'm no sword expert, but even I can tell the difference between these and something like Barnham's.
Luke:
I can't imagine why you'd ever need a sword this...aggressive, can you, Mr Wright?
Upper body of statue on left
Espella:
This statue looks an awful lot like Mr Cutter, don't you think?
Phoenix:
Looks like this statue is still a work-in-progress. Makes a great hammock support, though.
Luke:
I have a sneaking suspicion the sculptor greatly exaggerated whoever this is supposed to be.
Top of limestone carving block on right
Luke:
Someone must be working on another statue... They must've just started it recently.
Espella:
I think so too, Luke. I can't even tell what this is supposed to be.
Phoenix:
I'm guessing it's supposed to be a person. Something tells me they won't be finishing any time soon.
Tavern
Rouge:
Espella. Hold on a second.
Espella:
H-huh...? M-me?
Rouge:
Think you could give me a hand around the place? Things have got a bit busier around here, and I'm a bit short-staffed at the moment.
Espella:
But I have to...
Luke:
Miss Rouge, we really have to get going...
Phoenix:
Actually...that might be a good idea. What do you think, Espella?
Espella:
Umm... Well...
Phoenix:
You'd definitely be a lot safer here. Just leave the investigation to us.
Espella:
...Okay. If you think that's best. Just...both of you be careful out there!
Phoenix:
Of course. We'll be back soon with lots of info!
Luke:
Is it really okay to just leave Espella here, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
I don't think Rouge really needed any help. I think she's actually looking out for Espella.
Luke:
Huh? She is?
Phoenix:
Espella has just been accused of being Bezella... Who knows what would happen if she set foot outside in the town?
Luke:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Espella's already been through so much. I don't think angry villagers and knights with sharp swords are gonna help her. Looks like this investigation is on us, Luke. Let's get out there and find ourselves some clues.
Luke:
The ace attorney and ace apprentice are on the case!
Examine
Rouge
Rouge:
You can let me take care of Espella. It's best you two focus on your investigation.
Phoenix:
Thanks a lot, Rouge.
Rouge:
Heh... Well now, someone looks happier than a kid in a candy shop.
Phoenix:
A-ah ha ha... Well, I have you to thank for that.
Luke:
Hm? What do you mean, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
I-it's nothing.
Luke:
...?
Rouge:
That reminds me, I have another cunningly crafted puzzle for you to try. Think you've got what it takes to solve it?
Phoenix:
Um...well, Luke would be better suited for it. He's the puzzle master here.
Luke:
Puzzle? Did you say puzzle?! Just leave it to me, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
There. You see, Rouge?
Rouge:
I hate to disappoint you, kiddo. But this puzzle is best left to us grown-ups. Now, go on and show the boy what you've got. Let's get started!
Puzzle #44: More Chalices!For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
60
Notes:
No penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Rouge:
Nicely done yet again. You know, that's freshly squeezed tomato juice in that chalice. You can drink it, if you want.
Phoenix:
Tomato juice, huh? Thanks for the offer, but I'm more of a grape juice guy, myself...
Luke:
But wait, if that's tomato juice, why can only grown-ups try solving this puzzle?
Rouge:
Them's the rules. There's a tale that says the one who can successfully slide the red glass and solve the puzzle... will fall in love with their soulmate.
Luke:
...Whoa, really? Mr Wright, you and Rouge have become fast friends, haven't you? Do you think you'll both find your soulmates?
Phoenix:
...No, Luke. I can say with certainty, I don't think so.
Luke:
...?
Rouge (subsequent times)
Rouge:
Espella's fine. Just let me take care of her. You boys have things you need to take care of, don't you? Now go on, get to it.
Bardly
Bardly:
............
Luke:
B-Bardly? What are you doing in a place like this? Oh, I know! I bet you perform here, don't you?
Bardly:
Yes, indeed... My tantalisingly tasteful tunes reach even the most dubious parts of Labyrinthia. This tavern is home to a variety of musical palettes...
Phoenix:
Say, you're not the only bard in town, are you? There's that other guy...Birdly, right?
Bardly:
Good sir! The mere mention of that fowl-loving fellow fiddler wounds me greatly! ............ And now, a song.
A rival of mine in this town doth play. His outfit absurd, his rhymes most cliché♪ He stood there in court, parrot by his side. For there was a witch who had to be tried♪
Phoenix:
("Rival"...? Sheesh... Never would've thought being a bard would be so hard♪)
Bardly:
And just overnight, a star did he become. The town was abuzz... He gets all the fun♪
Hence why, good sirs... In the town square I play and I play, yet not a single soul pays heed to my dulcet tones!
Luke:
I see. So you're saying that Birdly stole the stage from you, is that it?
Bardly:
Yes! Quite! Can you see how terribly tragic... How tragically terrible his magic?!♪
But then, I was suddenly struck with an idea, as if from the Storyteller himself...
The problem is that I do not have the melodious musical accompaniment of a parrot, unlike you-know-who!♪
Luke:
So, you think you need a parrot too?
Bardly:
If I could get my musical minstrel mitts on TWO parrots...
it would surely send my popularity amongst the people sky high!♪
Puzzle #45: Parrot PairsFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
There we are, Bardly! You've got lots of parrots to choose from. Now you won't have to perform by yourself any more.
Bardly:
...Too...
Luke:
Too...?
Bardly:
Too many parrooooooooots!!
Luke:
What?!
Bardly:
There are simply too many adorable parrots to choose from. I cannot decide which I want!♪ I want them all to sing with meeeeeeee!♪
Phoenix:
Now that IS something I would pay to see.
Bardly (subsequent times)
Bardly:
There is but one thing which I do not doubt. A parrotly pair will turn my luck about!♪
Espella Cantabella
Espella:
......
Luke:
What's wrong, Espella?
Espella:
Oh, no... Nothing's wrong. I was just reminiscing about the old days.
Phoenix:
The old days?
Espella:
Yes. You know, about the bakery and how we used to bake bread... I think I'd like to bake some sweet, lovely bread for all of the sweet, lovely people here at the tavern... If they let me, of course. I learned everything about baking from Aunt Patty. I used to always watch her making delicious bread and pastries. But out of everything we baked, the sweet banana bread was my specialty.
Luke:
Aww. It's too bad we didn't get a chance to try any of your baking, Espella!
Phoenix:
(Am I the only one having a hard time picturing these guys munching on "sweet, lovely" banana bread?)
Espella Cantabella (subsequent times)
Espella:
Good luck on the investigation, you two.
Luke:
Thanks! We'll let you know if we find out anything!
Cutter
Cutter:
Hello there, lads! I take it you slept like rocks last night?
Phoenix:
Definitely. Thanks a lot. But I, uhh...have to say the room was definitely..."unique". I mean, especially that statue...
Cutter:
Ha ha! So you noticed! Why, that's where I keep all of my artistic works-in-progress! Betcha you lot must've felt mighty safe sleeping under my stone brother's watchful eye, eh?!
Phoenix:
If by "safe" you mean "kind of creeped out", then yes...never felt "safer".
Luke:
Hey, Mr Cutter, do you happen to be a sculptor?
Cutter:
Ho ho! Sharp as a whip, you are, lad! That's right! I'm the best sculptor in all of Labyrinthia! 'Least I think so... Thing is, there's a rumour goin' around that modelling for my sculptures ain't none too good for yer health, if you catch my drift.
Phoenix:
I-I think so... That, uhh...sounds kind of ominous.
Cutter:
So not many people wanna be models. That's why I've got no choice but to rely on the ol' noggin here.
Luke:
Wow! You mean you sculpt from memory? You must be incredibly gifted, Mr Cutter!
Cutter:
Hah! Allow me to demonstrate, lad! HAAAAA!
Luke:
Th-that was amazing! You sculpted that statue in no time! You didn't stop once!
Phoenix:
By the way, who is this supposed to be? (I feel like I've seen him somewhere before...)
Cutter:
This bloke? He's an old friend o' mine. Well, WAS an old friend o' mine. Gone now.
Luke:
I-I see...
Cutter:
Aye! So, whaddya say? How about a complimentary sculpture from yours truly?
Phoenix:
............ Ahh...I think we'll pass.
Cutter (subsequent times)
Cutter:
Next time I'll do a sculpture of you lads! All from memory, of course!
Dartboard
Luke:
Wow! Someone managed to get a bullseye!
Phoenix:
Call me crazy, but throwing knives across a room full of people is just asking for trouble...
Chandelier
Phoenix:
The candles are lit even during the day. I guess it's always dark in here.
Luke:
It's hanging on just one chain... won't it fall?
Wall of casks
Phoenix:
*knock* *knock* ...Sounds like it's all tapped out. People here sure do love their tomato juice...
Luke:
Too bad it isn't grape juice, huh, Mr Wright?
Sculptor's Room
Examine
Mounted scimitar
Phoenix:
I'm no sword expert, but even I can tell the difference between these and something like Barnham's.
Luke:
I can't imagine why you'd ever need a sword this...aggressive, can you, Mr Wright?
Upper body of statue on left
Phoenix:
Looks like this statue is still a work-in-progress. Makes a great hammock support, though.
Luke:
I have a sneaking suspicion the sculptor greatly exaggerated whoever this is supposed to be.
Top of limestone carving block on right
Luke:
Someone must be working on another statue... They must've just started it recently.
Phoenix:
I'm guessing it's supposed to be a person. Something tells me they won't be finishing any time soon.
Seedy Alley
Examine
Moving barrel
Phoenix:
What the... Check out that barrel. It looks like something's moving inside.
Luke:
Mr Wright, it looks like something might be stuck in there. Do you think we should pull it out?
???:
...Rrrrrrr...
Luke:
...Huh?
???:
Rrrrrrrrrrrrr...
Cooper:
RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAWRRR!
Luke:
Aaaaahhh!
Phoenix:
T-tell me a KID didn't just pop out of that barrel!
Cooper:
You! Why touch home?!
Luke:
Now, wait a second! We didn't touch your barrel! We only SPOKE about touching it!
Cooper:
You touch! I saw! No touchy-touch! You throw rubbish!
Luke:
We did NOT!
Cooper:
People walk! Think barrel for rubbish! Or think barrel for leaning!
Phoenix:
Well...it IS a barrel, kid. Did you ever stop and think that maybe, just maybe, you should get out of that barrel once in a while?
Cooper:
Barrel home! Cooper and barrel same! Plus! All stuffs inside barrel! Very much stuffs! Look! Stuffs!
Luke:
Oh, I get it! It's sort of like a storage box!
Cooper:
Not box! BARREL! You want box?! Solve puzzle! Many box! Tricky-tricky box! That why Cooper only roll with barrel!
Puzzle #46: Odd Box OutFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Cooper:
You found tricky-tricky box! Must tell how find!
Luke:
It's simple really. Every puzzle has a solution, you know!
Phoenix:
But really...boxes and barrels are both really similar. I mean, they both hold stuff.
Cooper:
! No! Box and barrel different! FACT! Like sun and moon! Like potato and tomato! DIFFERENT!
Luke:
I don't think I fully understand what he means, Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
Trust me, Luke... The only fact here is that this kid really loves barrels...
Cooper:
Boy no understand why barrel great? Next time, join Cooper inside barrel. Cooper barrel full of fun.
Luke:
No, thank you. I don't think we'll both fit in there.
Cooper:
Too bad. So sad.
Luke:
Hmm... What a strange boy.
Cooper's barrel (after solving puzzle given by Cooper)
Cooper:
Never forgive when throw rubbish at Cooper barrel! Fling Cooper apple at head. SPLAT!
Cinderellia
Cinderellia:
Oh my. How ever were you fine gentle sirs able to notice me way up here on the balcony?
Luke:
A-apologies, miss. We didn't mean to disturb you... Wow, what a fancy dress. I didn't think we would find royalty living on this side of town! Right, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, it's fancy...in the absolute loosest sense of the word...)
Cinderellia:
Please, oh gentle sir... Do not think ill of me simply because of these makeshift rags I am forced to wear.
Phoenix:
Huh? Me?! No, no! Don't be ridiculous!
Cinderellia:
Now that I look at you, gentle sir...I am ever so certain we are kindred spirits, you and I.
Luke:
"Kindred"...?
Cinderellia:
Oh, indeed, gentle sir. Could it be that you, too, have fled from whence you called home? No doubt you have noticed the state of my attire. It is ever so much in need of good cleaning and repair... But truly, I hail from an ever so noble family... I dare say you did not think yourself to be in the presence of royalty, did you? Hee hee.
Phoenix:
(Look around you... Do you really want to be saying that "ever so" loudly in a place like this?)
Cinderellia:
Pray...allow me to tell you of how I spent my nights within the nobility. Oh, the nightly balls were ever so lovely.
Puzzle #47: Magical WindowFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
25
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Cinderellia:
Just imagine it in your mind right this very moment... Ahh...is it not the ever so loveliest ball you have ever seen? Sadly, there is little desire for such things here, what with this talk of witches... Oh, to have my Prince Charming come and whisk me away from here...
???:
Cindy! Outside again, are you?! Get AWAY from that balcony, girl! You're as much a princess as I am queen of Labyrinthia! Now "whisk yourself" back into this house, NOW! I mean it, young lady! Don't make your mum go out there!
Cinderellia:
............
Phoenix:
............
Luke:
............ Um...I think your mother is calling for you.
Cinderellia:
Whatever do you mean, gentle sir? That was but the sweet, gentle chirping of the robins... Oh, make haste, my prince. You must one day come whisk me away!
Cinderellia (subsequent times)
Cinderellia:
To be of such noble blood, yet... destined to hide away in a place such as this. My life is a tale ever so tragic.
Chair and crate on left
Luke:
There's food on one of the crates. Someone was having a meal here.
Phoenix:
The atmosphere in this alley is so different from the rest of the town. It feels so...seedy.
Tavern roof
Phoenix:
That roof looks like a health hazard. I hope the ceiling isn't going to cave in.
Luke:
It seems to be all right even with this many people in. It's more durable than it looks.
Windows on right
Luke:
Oh, someone was looking at us from that window!
Phoenix:
I'm glad Espella stayed in the tavern. I wouldn't want her to be out here.
Road to the Court
Examine
Ridelle Mystere
Luke:
Huh? Miss Mystere? What are you doing here?
Ridelle:
Actually, I was hoping I'd run into you. I have a puzzle I'd like to introduce you to. And speaking of which... How fares the hunt? I hope you're coming across a copious amount of puzzles? I have taken the liberty of gathering all your undiscovered and unsolved puzzles into one place. Now then, which puzzle would you like to tackle today?
Leads to puzzle archival
Ridelle Mystere (subsequent times)
Ridelle:
I have taken the liberty of gathering all your undiscovered and unsolved puzzles into one place. Now then, which puzzle would you like to tackle today?
Leads to puzzle archival
Marketplace
Luke:
This place is so different during the day. It's absolutely bustling! Vegetable vendors, tailor shops, bazaars... There are lots of different shops all over the place.
Phoenix:
It looks like this must be the marketplace.
Luke:
A marketplace...? That sounds like fun.
Phoenix:
How about we take a look around while we check for clues?
Luke:
Umm...but, Mr Wright... We have to make sure we focus on the investigation as well, okay?
Phoenix:
(Wow. Luke is super serious...)
Luke:
...Huh? Hey, Mr Wright... Look! Isn't that...Mr Knightle and Miss Mary standing over there?
Phoenix:
Oh yeah... Now that you mention it, Espella did say that Ms Mary's farm is somewhere around here, didn't she? (I don't see any knights around anywhere... I wonder what Knightle is doing here.)
Examine
Mary
Mary:
Fresh milk! Fresh milk of Labyrinthia! You won't find a baaaaaaaargain like this anywhere else. Oh? We meet again. Are you here to purchase some of my fine milk?
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm afraid not...sorry. We'll be sure to pick some up next time. Anyway...you didn't happen to see any knights come by here, did you?
Mary:
Knights? No, not today. Speaking of which... I heard there was a BIG to-do over at the witch trial last night. You...wouldn't have something to do with that, now would you?
Phoenix:
N-no, no! Ha ha! We didn't do a thing, did we, Luke?
Luke:
Th-that's right! We didn't do anything, honest!
Mary:
Well, okay. That's a relief. We wouldn't want Mummy's little milk muffin getting all spooked because of your antics, now would we?
Snowy:
Baaaa!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, ma'am...we'll, uhh...be careful not to spook your little "milk muffin".
Mary (subsequent times)
Mary:
Mary has a little goat whose milk is white as snow and ten times more delicious! Come and get your fresh milk here! Have a look! I've got a specially made bottle just for you!
Phoenix:
(Err... Do I wanna know what makes this... "special"?)
Knightle
Luke:
Um...Mr Knightle, is that you?
Knightle:
............
Phoenix:
What are you doing around here?
Knightle:
...Is it not obvious? I am selling potatoes.
Phoenix:
I-I see...
Knightle:
I shall never forget that fateful day. That...fateful witch trial... Truth is, the following morning... I...I had my entrance exam to join the order of knights.
Phoenix:
...I-is that right?
Knightle:
But...the night of THAT trial... What happened in THAT courtroom... THAT was also the night you made me a complete laughing stock! And not only that! Because you dragged that trial so late into the night, I overslept!
Luke:
So, you must have ended up being late to your exam, huh?
Phoenix:
...That's totally not my fault.
Luke:
Umm, well... Good luck on the next exam, Mr Knightle.
Knightle:
I have abandoned such a title!
Luke:
Huh?
Knightle:
I live, eat and breathe potatoes now. Potatoes are...my life. The journey of a potato seller is a long and arduous one... You may now address me as...Spudley!
Phoenix:
............ All right, Spudley. I'll take two potatoes, please.
Knightle:
You have my thanks, Sir Blue Knight!
Knightle (subsequent times)
Knightle:
What a spectacular failure I am... I heard even an elderly gentleman four times my age managed to pass with flying colours! Perhaps such was the destiny... the noble Storyteller has seen fit for me!
Luke:* (Phoenix is shown here instead of Luke.)
Mr Spudley...
Fruit vendor on mid-left
Phoenix:
The sight of this delicious food is helping me snap out of my depression.
Luke:
Looky here! Juicy-looking fruits! How about we buy some? Maybe Espella can bake bread with them!
Area above roof windows of center-right house
Luke:
In other parts of Labyrinthia, flags flutter in the wind. Here it's people's laundry.
Phoenix:
People who live here seem more laid back than those in the shopping district.
Vendor on right
Phoenix:
These shops deal in some suspicious stuff that you can't get in the shopping district.
Luke:
Some of this stuff looks like rubbish. Where did it come from?
After examining Mary and Knightle:
Luke:
It seems like the knights haven't been looking for us here.
Phoenix:
I guess not. I'd really like to stick around and see what other information we can find around here.
Luke:
But the only other people around here look a little...shady, if you ask me.
Phoenix:
All the more reason we should ask. I'm sure they've heard all sorts of rumblings out here. Espella must be a nervous wreck waiting for us to get back with some information. We can't go back empty-handed, right?
Luke:
You're right! Well then! Let's get back on the case! How about we try looking over there, Mr Wright?
Anime cutscene
Luke:
W-was that an explosion...? Wh-what could've exploded like that?!
Phoenix:
Urgh... Luke, are you all right?
Luke:
Y-yeah, I'm fine. How about you, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Yeah...I-I think I'm okay...considering.
Luke:
Whew! That's a relief!
Phoenix:
What could've caused that explosion? And of all places... Why the middle of the marketplace?
Luke:
Mr Wright, do you think... Could a witch have done this? We know they can summon fire and turn people into gold... There's no doubt about it! This has to be the work of magic!
Phoenix:
I agree. At least, it sure seems likely.
Luke:
We should investigate the area of the blast. Let's go, Mr Wright! I'm sure we'll find something that'll give us a lead regarding the witches.
Phoenix:
Right. And if we come across anyone injured, let's give them a hand, all right?
Luke:
In that case, how about we split up? ...I'll go and check that side over there!
Examine
Mary
Mary:
Oh dear! Why do all the strangest things always happen on THIS side of town?!
Phoenix:
..."Always happen"? Ms Mary, did something else happen here?
Mary:
Isn't it obvious? This area was perfectly peaceful before you started trying to defend every witch out there! You do remember the incident with Robbs and Muggs, don't you?
Phoenix:
Oh yeah.... That happened right around here, didn't it?
Mary:
Yes. Right on the footpath that leads to the courthouse through the forest. ............ You know...I've just remembered something rather strange.
Phoenix:
...What's that?
Mary:
Just before the blast, I saw a bright spark on the ground.
Phoenix:
A bright spark?
Mary:
Truth be told, I noticed the same thing back when those flames erupted, too.
Phoenix:
So you saw...a spark of light on the ground?
Mary:
Yes, yes! I definitely saw it. I definitely saw a spark on the ground.
Phoenix:
A-and you say this was before the explosion? Could it have something to do with magic?
Mary:
I'm afraid I couldn't say. Snowy and I will be staying far, far, FAR away from this mess! We're not getting dragged into any trials! N-now I have to get back to the farm! I have to go and protect my precious little lovelies!
Phoenix:
Oh boy... I see the crazy goat lady is still as crazy as ever...
Mary (subsequent times)
Mary:
I'd think about getting out of here if I were you! Snowy and I aren't getting wrapped up in any more of that courtroom drama!
Sparkling object on ground (after examining Mary)
Leads to:
"What's this?"
Luke Triton
Luke:
...Hmm, I see. There's nothing left anywhere around the area of the blast. Huh? Is something wrong, Mr Wright? Don't worry about this side. The ace apprentice has it all under control!
Knightle
Knightle:
Why?! Why?! Whhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyy?! Why must the fates conspire against me?! ...I failed to become a knight! ...And now, just look at my potatoes! They're all baked! Every last one of them! Who would ever buy a baked potato?!
Phoenix:
Wh-whoa, whoa whoa! Calm down, Knigh- err, Spudley!
Knightle:
Knightle is dead... Spudley is no more... Oh, cruel fate! Oh, Storyteller! Please... Tell me what... WHAT-OH-WHAT should I do now?!
Phoenix:
Hey now, c'mon, Spudley. Your potatoes are just a little baked. They're still good!
Luke:
Here's an idea! Why don't you just give yourself a temporary name until you decide what you should do!
Knightle:
Why, that's it! After all, WHAT is a man? ...Ah ha! Henceforth, I shall be known as the ever-pondering...Sir Whatley!
Phoenix:
...Identity crisis averted. Let's get going, Luke.
Luke:
Okay!
Knightle (subsequent times)
Knightle:
Behold! Whatley is born! I shall make it my life's mission to find out...my life's mission!
Phoenix:
What's this? It kinda looks like a bell? (I can't describe it, but something's weird about this bell...)
Small Bell added to Items.
Anime cutscene
Phoenix:
H-hey, you... Wait!
Luke:
Who's that?! Wait...just a moment!
Phoenix:
Hey, Luke! Are you okay? I-it's you!
???:
............
Luke:
Wait a second. Haven't we seen her somewhere before...?
Phoenix:
N-no way! I-I don't get it. There's no way you should be alive...
Luke:
...What? Oh! I remember where we saw her! It was at the other trial! You're... Weren't you?
Phoenix:
Ms Kira!
Kira:
............
Luke:
You're right. It IS Miss Kira...
Phoenix:
...Yeah. She was supposed to have been dropped into the flames. We saw it with our own eyes!
Kira:
............ I...I must go.
Phoenix:
Wait a minute, Ms Kira! I just wanna ask you a few questions!
Kira:
I must go...quickly. If I fail my task...I cannot return.
Luke:
T-task...?
Phoenix:
Tell us, Ms Kira! How is it...that you're still alive?
Kira:
...I must go.
Luke:
Wh-whoa! Did you see that? She...
Phoenix:
She just...vanished.
Luke:
Was that...the spell "Dimere"?
Phoenix:
I don't think so... Remember, to cast magic, you need to be carrying a Talea Magica... And we didn't hear her say any sort of incantation, so... (But I did see her ring that small bell...)
Luke:
That bell...what do you think it's for?
Phoenix:
............
Luke:
Um...Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
...Ms Kira should've died when she was dropped into the fire, but she looked alive to me just now. If that's the case, then maybe... ...Maya! ............ Hey, Luke!
Luke:
Y-yes?
Phoenix:
Let's head back to Rouge's place! I just thought of one more place we need to search!
Luke:
Eh? But why?
Phoenix:
There's no time to explain. We have to get back. Espella will want to hear this, too.
Luke:
Okay, got it!
Examine
Mary
Mary:
Ooooooh. There, there... Shhh... Shhh... It's okay, it's all over now.
Snowy:
Baaaa!
Phoenix:
Um...Ms Mary?
Mary:
What is it? Can't you see I'm a little busy right now? My precious Snowy is so stressed. Isn't that right, snowflake of my eye?
Snowy:
Baaaa!
Luke:
Hmm, Snowy says what's stressing him out most right now is the headlock you've got him in...
Phoenix:
(Talking to animals... That has to be a first for any assistant I've ever had...) Ms Mary, you didn't happen to see a girl run by here by any chance, did you?
Mary:
I don't think so. I don't think I've seen a single person come by, actually.
Luke:
Huh? You didn't see her at all? She was wearing a black robe! And what's more, that girl was actually Miss Kira!
Mary:
Hmm?! Did you say Kira? What are you blabbing about? Kira was sent to the flames, don't you remember?
Luke:
But it really was Kira! We saw her!
Mary:
S-stop pulling my leg! Snowy and I want nothing to do with this! We won't hear another word about all these "witches" and "magic"! We saw nothing, you hear me? Nothing! Now just leave me and Snowy in peace!
Mary (subsequent times)
Mary:
That explosion's really put a damper on things around here, hasn't it? But I'm thankful my little snowball made it out safe and sound.
Tavern
Espella:
Oh...Mr Wright, Luke! I heard a loud bang coming from the town... Did something happen there?
Luke:
There was a HUGE explosion! Thankfully no one was hurt...
Espella:
An explosion?!
Phoenix:
We don't know for certain...but I suspect magic was involved.
Espella:
M-magic, you say...?
Luke:
Oh yeah! Th-that reminds me! You're not going to believe who we just ran into! ...Miss Kira!
Espella:
K-Kira...? B-but that can't be right! I mean, she...
Phoenix:
Wait a minute, guys. Can I just say something?
Espella:
Yes, what is it?
Phoenix:
I still can't believe it myself, but...Luke and I definitely saw Kira in town today.
Espella:
Th-that...
Luke:
Um...couldn't she have...been brought back with magic somehow?
Phoenix:
...I don't think so. Remember, Inquisitor Barnham said that no such magic exists.
Luke:
Oh yeah...that's right.
Phoenix:
Regardless, the reality is Kira should have been burned after the trial but is somehow now alive again... That means, as crazy as it sounds... there's still hope!
Luke:
...! Y-you mean... There's a chance Maya is still alive!
Espella:
What...?
Phoenix:
That's right.
Espella:
Maya is still alive... A-are you absolutely certain, Mr Wright?!
Phoenix:
I think so. I mean, if magic isn't the reason for Kira's sudden reappearance... then there's only one place we really need to investigate.
Luke:
I think I know! The fire cage back at the courtroom, right?
Phoenix:
...Exactly. I have a hunch there's more to that cage than meets the eye. I bet if we search that place inside and out, we're bound to uncover some kind of huge secret!
Espella:
We should hurry then!
Phoenix:
Yeah. There's just...one small problem. We've got the entire knighthood looking for us... How can we sneak back in there without getting caught?
Luke:
Ah ha...! I've got it! Don't worry, Mr Wright! Just leave it to me! Eve told me about a hidden entrance behind the courtroom. It's the same secret entrance I used to help Espella escape from the courtroom!
Espella:
Huh...? E-Eve told you?
Luke:
Uh... Ha ha... A-anyway... We should get going, right?!
Examine
Rouge
Leads to:
"What's with all the commotion?"
Rouge:
What's with all the commotion? Did I hear someone say there was an explosion in town?
Luke:
That's right, Miss Rouge. No one was hurt, but a few stalls were destroyed...
Rouge:
Huh. Is that so...?
Espella:
Um...Ms Rouge? What do you think will happen to the street stall owners now that their stalls are gone? They probably won't be able to open their stalls for a while...
Rouge:
I say we oughta look on the bright side. At least no one was hurt, right? With the townsfolk and my little group of good-fer-nothings here helping out, everything will be rebuilt in no time. A little hard work wouldn't hurt the lazy bums, trust me. Don't you worry about the townsfolk. Just leave them to me. You have your own things to be thinking about. Well? Are you headed out, or what?
Espella:
Y-yes, if that's all right. I'm terribly sorry for leaving in the middle of helping you, Ms Rouge...
Rouge:
It's fine. Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, Espella.
Espella:
Thank you so much, Miss Rouge... for everything.
Rouge:
...All right, all right. Don't get all mushy on me. Just get out there and get it done.
Examine
Rouge
Rouge:
Leave the townsfolk to me. Go on, get going.
Seedy Alley
Examine
Windows on right
Luke:
Oh, someone was looking at us from that window!
Marketplace
Examine
Pink smoke in front of chimneystack
Phoenix:
That was an explosion! What's going on?
Espella:
What was Kira doing here?
Luke:
Quick, we need to investigate this incident!
Area above roof windows of center-right house
Phoenix:
Thankfully, no one was hurt in the explosion.
Espella:
If you want to go to the courthouse, better hurry up before the knights come!
Luke:
Was that explosion...caused by Miss Kira with magic?
Vendor on right
Espella:
The explosion has prompted shopkeepers to close their shops early today and go home.
Luke:
Everyone's nervously looking around.
Phoenix:
It'll be a while before it's business as usual here.
Road to the Court
Examine
Tree foliage on far left
Luke:
Mr Wright, I understand you want some time to enjoy the scenery, but we really need to go!
Stone lantern
Espella:
Let's hurry, before the knights take notice of the commotion and find us!
Arrows on signpost
Phoenix:
The Witches' Court lies further ahead. I hope we don't run into anyone on the way there.
Court Entrance
Phoenix:
Well, it looks like the knights haven't tried searching for us out here, huh? So where do we go now?
Luke:
We take the hidden passage into the courtroom, of course! Espella, you remember it, right?
Espella:
You mean...the passage we used to escape yesterday?
Luke:
That's right!
Espella:
...Luke, how is it you know about this secret passage, anyway? I had no idea such a thing could exist here in the courtroom.
Luke:
Well, it was hidden within a puzzle. Answering it correctly unlocks the door. But I closed the door, just to be on the safe side. All I have to do is solve the puzzle again to open the way!
Phoenix:
All right. It's in your capable hands then, Luke!
Luke:
Right! The entrance is right over there!
Puzzle #48: Sewer Sneakin'For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Quitting the puzzle immediately leads back into the puzzle
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
There! It's open! Now we can head inside!
Phoenix:
A job well done, ace apprentice! Now, let's hurry in!
Phoenix:
Hmph... It's really cramped in here...
Luke:
We're almost there, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
Are you all right, Espella? Not long now!
Espella:
Uh-huh...yes, I'm fine.
Phoenix:
(...Man, I hate these dark, narrow spaces. I guess I'm a little bit claustrophobic...)
Espella:
...Oh! I can see light!
Deathknell Dungeon
Phoenix:
Woah!
Luke:
Waaah!
Espella:
Ahhh!
Phoenix:
Ouch...that smarts. ...A secret entrance in the ceiling, huh... What are the odds?
Espella:
It doesn't look like we can go out the way we came in, does it?
Phoenix:
...Let's not focus on how we'll go back for the time being.
Espella:
Yes, you're right. But where did we end up, exactly? ...It looks like one of the cells underneath the courtroom.
Luke:
H-huh? Uh-oh! I'm so sorry... I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. But we should get to the courtroom if we continue straight from here...
???:
Wh-what are you...?
Phoenix:
M-Ms Greyerl?!
Espella:
Miss Greyerl... You're okay!
Greyerl:
M-Miss Cantabella! Are you unharmed?
Phoenix:
Thank goodness... We were all so worried about you. So it looks like...they didn't feed you to the flames after all.
Greyerl:
...It's all due to your brilliant defence work.
Phoenix:
Well, I...
Greyerl:
To argue that, even if I was a witch, I still did not commit the crime... Your words...seemed to have a profound effect on the judge and somehow changed his mind. I'm...currently awaiting my new sentence instead of being sent to the flames. I am truly, truly...thankful to you.
Phoenix:
I-it was nothing... I'm just glad I was able to help you.
Greyerl:
And yet... I must also apologise to you.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Greyerl:
For what happened to Miss Fey... It was truly tragic... and I was the cause of it all... Simply thinking back on it is difficult.
Luke:
Miss Greyerl! There's something you really should know!
Greyerl:
What...? What do you mean?
Luke:
Earlier today, in town... we saw someone who we thought had been sent to the flames! We saw Miss Kira!
Greyerl:
Wh-what did you just say?! B-but...if I remember correctly, there is no magic that can bring the dead back to life!
Luke:
Yup. That's right. And I imagine... There isn't anything in alchemy that can do that either, is there?
Greyerl:
............ Master Belduke always used to say: "Alchemy is logical. Its very existence is tied to the natural order of the world." To break that rule is to try and swim against the tide of Mother Nature herself. ...Therefore, the dead cannot be returned to the world of the living. That is the natural order of the world.
Luke:
I-I...see.
Greyerl:
There's...one more thing. Bringing the dead back to life violates all logic... Yet, if what you say is true and you did in fact see Miss Kira today... then I imagine you believe there has to be some manner of trickery present that can supposedly "bring back" the dead.
Phoenix:
...!
Greyerl:
That means the reason you have all put yourselves in great danger coming here... is so you can find out the true nature of this "trickery", specifically the fire cage.
Luke:
Th-that's incredible, Miss Greyerl! That's exactly why we're here! We're going to inspect that fire cage inside and out to see if there's anything strange about it!
Greyerl:
The Chamber of Fire is located just past the waiting area... however, there may be guards stationed there at the moment. Getting past them undetected is going to be rather difficult.
Luke:
Th-that would be my fault! I accidentally led us down the wrong path...
Phoenix:
Taking that wrong path is how we ended up meeting Ms Greyerl, Luke.
Luke:
Huh...?
Espella:
He's right, Luke. We were able to meet her thanks to you!
Greyerl:
I agree. I'm glad we all managed to meet again.
Luke:
R-really? Ah, ha ha...
Phoenix:
Well, anyway... We've got to think about how we can get past those guards.
Greyerl:
............ If it pleases you, I ask that you leave those guards to me, Mr Wright.
Luke:
Huh...?
Greyerl:
I'll draw their attention. Then, while they're distracted, you sneak past them into the Chamber of Fire.
Phoenix:
B-but, Ms Greyerl...we wouldn't want to get you into any more trouble...
Greyerl:
Not at all. Nothing I can do will ever repay you for what you've done for me. ...Please allow me the honour of assisting you this once.
Phoenix:
............ All right. We won't forget this, Ms Greyerl!
Greyerl:
AHHHHHHHHH! Guards! Guards! Please! It's most urgent!
Knight:
Wh-what? What's going on in there?!
Knight:
It's coming from the Deathknell Dungeon! Hurry!
Waiting Hall
Phoenix:
It looks like she did it! They're gone.
Espella:
It would seem all of the guards bolted off in the direction of the cells when they heard her voice.
Luke:
Let's head inside before they come back!
Phoenix:
Right. C'mon, let's go!
A new destination has been added to the map: Fire Pit Mechanism.
Examine
Wooden double doors
Leads to:
"So, here we are again..."
Chandelier
Espella:
Mr Wright, let's go inside!
Wooden bench
Luke:
We've got to hurry! Or the guards will come back and catch us!
Fire Pit Mechanism
Luke:
So, here we are again...
Phoenix:
Don't worry, Luke. It's different this time. Last time there was nothing but despair... but this time there's a glimmer of hope.
Luke:
Right you are!
Espella:
Let's try and find some clues now that there isn't anyone inside this contraption.
Luke:
Espella's right! Let's finally get to the bottom of this!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, let's get started. How about we start by checking out the area around the contraption?
Examine
Chandelier
You found a hint coin!
Burning fire on left
You found a hint coin!
Large gear
You found a hint coin!
Lever
Leads to:
"I remember seeing a knight pull this lever here last time."
Fence around pit
Phoenix:
Not really much of a railing here... One good trip and it's a one-way trip down... *gulp*
Espella:
Maybe there's something hidden at the bottom?
Luke:
Wow... Even without the fire, this pit still looks quite terrifying, doesn't it, Mr Wright?
Cage
Espella:
The cage has been hoisted up into the air. I still remember how terrifying it was to be trapped in there...
Luke:
Hmm... I wonder if there's some sort of trick we don't know about inside that cage?
Phoenix:
I'm not too sure, Luke. It's hard to tell looking at it from down here.
Dark archway behind lever
Luke:
Mr Wright, look! It's dark, but you can just make out where the audience sits during the trials.
Espella:
Just yesterday this was bursting with people...
Phoenix:
It's really eerie when it's all dark and quiet like this. ...We should hurry.
Phoenix:
I remember seeing a knight pull this lever here last time.
Espella:
Maybe we should give it a pull. That way we'll be able to see from here if anything changes or moves.
Luke:
Good idea, Espella! Let's give it a shot!
Luke:
H-hnnnnnnnggggggh! I-it won't budge!
Phoenix:
Luke, do you need me to give it a shot?
Luke:
Hhhnnnnnngggggh... It's not that...hnnngh! It just keeps... getting stuck...hnnngh! Halfway... Hhhnnnnnngggggh...
Phoenix:
It stops...halfway?
Espella:
U-um, perhaps... Maybe it doesn't move unless someone is inside the cage...?
Phoenix:
Hmm... That's a possibility.
Luke:
......
Phoenix:
(But...who in their right mind would be crazy enough to go inside?)
Espella:
I'll go inside, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
Espella, no way am I letting you get inside that thing. We've been trying to keep you OUT of the fire, remember? I'll do it. Granted, I'm not a big fan of heights, but... there has to be some sort of trick to this whole thing... I don't think there's anything to worry about.
Luke:
...Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Hm? What's up, Luke?
Luke:
I-I'll get inside! Please, let me go inside and try it out!
Phoenix:
L-Luke...
Espella:
Luke!
Luke:
it's just like Mr Wright said. There's a hidden trick behind this device. I think so too, and I believe in Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
Yeah, but...you really shouldn't be putting yourself in harm's way!
Luke:
It's no problem for ace apprentice and gentleman in training Luke Triton! There's more to this fire pit than meets the eye, and it's up to us to get to the bottom of it! The parade is going to start before we know it! Let's hurry, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
...Okay, fine. But promise me you'll get out of there at the first sign of danger, all right?
Luke:
I promise!
Phoenix:
All right, Luke, are you ready?
Luke:
Ready whenever you are!
Espella:
...Luke, be careful...
Luke:
Don't worry, Espella! Remember what Miss Greyerl said earlier. It's impossible to bring people back from the dead. So that means this whole thing must be fake!
Espella:
Yes. Yes, you're right!
Phoenix:
Okay, here we go... ............
Luke:
Whenever you're ready, Mr Wright! Don't hesitate, just pull it!
Phoenix:
No, no... It's not that. It's this lever... It looks like it's actually a puzzle, if you can believe that...
Luke:
Wh-what?!
Puzzle #49: A Hot SecretFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Espella:
Oh no! Luuuuuuuuuke!
Phoenix:
Luke! Are you all right?!
Espella:
Th-there's no fire, but... falling like that was a bit scary!
............
Luke:
Hey, guuuuuuys! Can you hear me...?!
Espella:
Mr Wright! Did you hear that? It's Luke!
Phoenix:
We hear you loud and clear, Luke!
Luke:
I'm all right! Why not try jumping down here yourselves?
Espella:
Oh, thank goodness...you're okay! Should we go see what's down there?
Phoenix:
(Just like we thought... There's definitely something fishy behind this contraption. Which means Maya must be...) All right, let's go, Espella!
Espella:
Okay!
Wagon Station
Phoenix:
...Wh-whoa!
Luke:
Aaaaah!
Espella:
Aaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Urgh!
Luke:
Ow, ow ow...
Espella:
I'm so sorry! Are you okay, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Yeah...I'm fine, Espella. I'm pretty used to breaking people's falls. ...I wonder where we ended up?
Luke:
Uh-oh! Mr Wright, look! I think someone's coming!
Phoenix:
This is bad... There's nowhere we can hide!
Luke:
...Hey, there's a wagon. Maybe we can hide inside...
Phoenix:
Huh?! Well, I guess, but...it looks like kind of a tight fit for all three of us, doesn't it?
Luke:
Hmm... The wagon's cargo is all over the place...
Espella:
Oh no! They're getting closer!
Luke:
No problem! The professor's apprentice is on the job!
Puzzle #50: Tight SqueezeFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
50
Notes:
Quitting the puzzle immediately leads back into the puzzle
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Wagon Driver:
...... ...Oh, what's this? I don't remember there being this much cargo. Hee hee... Oh well. These old eyes must be playing tricks on me again.
Phoenix:
Whew... Looks like we're in the clear.
Luke:
Hey, I've seen that old lady before.
Phoenix:
Wait, really? When?
Luke:
When I first arrived in Labyrinthia. The professor and I woke up right here in this wagon.
Phoenix:
So you mean...this driver is...
Luke:
Yeah. She's the same old lady that was driving the wagon last time.
Phoenix:
In that case, do you think this wagon might be able to take us outside of the town?
Espella:
Maybe the witches that were burned alive were transported somewhere in this wagon.
Phoenix:
...Hmm, you could be right.
Luke:
Then Maya could be...
Phoenix:
......
Anime cutscene
Layton:
I'm afraid I have to intervene. You see... protecting a young lady in distress, is the duty of every gentleman.
Maya:
Huuh...Professor!
Forest of Lost Way
Layton:
Are you all right, Miss Fey?
Maya:
P-Professor! What are you doing here...?!
Layton:
We shall speak later. It's best we make our way out of here. Now then, which one of you is first?
???:
......
Maya:
Huh? They're not doing anything... You think maybe your impressive swor- err, stick work scared them stiff?
Layton:
Either way, now is our chance. Come, let's head into the forest. We should be able to lose them there.
Puzzle #51: Great EscapeFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
45
Notes:
Quitting the puzzle immediately leads back into the puzzle
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Maya:
Hmm... That's a relief. I don't see anyone following us.
Layton:
Not quite, Miss Fey. I'm afraid we cannot be so sure just yet. It will be safer if we continue on ahead. Now then, follow my lead.
Maya:
Y-you got it, Professor!
A new destination has been added to the map: Village Outskirts.
Examine
Red mushroom
You found a hint coin!
Curly plant on right side of path
You found a hint coin!
Fern on right side of path
You found a hint coin!
Area of trees at end of forest path
Layton:
Much of this area looks the same. It would be easy to get lost, so stay close, Miss Fey.
Maya:
Huh? Wait... I recognise that tree. Weren't we just here? Or was it that tree? ...Stupid identical trees!
Rightmost tree trunk
Maya:
There are an awful lot of twisted trees in this forest. ...I don't trust 'em, Professor!
Layton:
They certainly are bunched together, aren't they, Miss Fey? It seems they can block out most of the sun, too.
Orange mushrooms on right
Maya:
Fun fact: Professor, did you know not all mushrooms are edible? Mystic Maya's Fun Fact of the Day!
Layton:
Ha, ha. Right you are, Miss Fey. The colour of these mushrooms does not seem...safe.
Village Outskirts
Layton:
............ We should be safe here. Miss Fey, are you hurt?
Maya:
Nope! I'm right as rain! Um...thank you for saving me back there. You look like you're all back to normal, Professor! Not as shiny and way more talkative.
Layton:
...What do you mean by "back to normal"?
Maya:
You were turned into gold, Professor. Someone cast a magic spell on you!
Layton:
A-a magic spell...on me, you say?
Maya:
Let me refresh your memory. You remember the witch that appeared when we were in Mr Belduke's house, don't you?
Layton:
Indeed. So you're saying that was when... a magic spell was cast on me?
Maya:
That's right! You were SUPER golden and SUPER shiny!
Layton:
"Super" shiny and golden... Most fascinating.
Maya:
Do you...not remember any of that?
Layton:
Sadly, I do not... ...To tell you the truth, I have no recollection of what happened to me then. It seems I lost consciousness immediately after the witch appeared... and when I regained consciousness, I was already in this forest.
Maya:
Huh... So, then...do you think maybe they carried you here after the trial?
Layton:
...A-after the trial? Then that must mean...
Maya:
Yup. You were the unfortunate victim of witchcraft in that trial, Professor.
Layton:
H-how extraordinary... Miss Fey, could you please bring me up to date on everything that happened after my disappearance? What about Luke and Mr Wright? Are they okay? I recall Luke and I heading to Sir Belduke's house. We thought you and Mr Wright were in danger.
Maya:
Y-yeah... I think they're all right. So much has happened... Where do I even start?
Layton:
...Did I hear you correctly? You say that one of my arms broke off?
Maya:
Yup! The right arm! Snap-o!
Layton:
And so, Miss Fey, you were charged with using magic...?
Maya:
Yup! That's right! And then, Luke cried his little eyes out! And THEN, the parrot on Luke's head testified its little beak off!
Layton:
That must have been quite the sight. ...But I must say, this situation has certainly piqued my interest. Hmm, I see... My apologies, Miss Fey. Had I had the strength at the time, I could have been of more help.
Maya:
No way, Professor! You saved me just a moment ago!
Layton:
And quite the close call it was. By the way, Miss Fey, why are you in this forest?
Maya:
That...is a very good question. Nick managed to prove my innocence, but... I still ended up being thrown into the fire.
Layton:
You were found innocent, yet still sent to the fire?
Maya:
Well, anyways! So much weird stuff has happened since then!
Layton:
...It would seem so, yes.
Maya:
...But it's strange. There must have been more to that cage I was trapped in. Like, a trick or something...
Layton:
A trick...?
Maya:
Yeah. The cage dropped down through the chamber and then came to a stop just above a wagon... That wagon was how I ended up here.
Layton:
It would seem there is more that fire chamber than I originally thought...
Maya:
Then when I saw those...things, I tried to get away. But as you saw back there, they found me. I thought I was a goner...
Layton:
And that is when I appeared, is that correct?
Maya:
Yup! That's right! ............
Layton:
Is something the matter, Miss Fey?
Maya:
It's Nick... He must be worried sick. I mean, I was thrown into the fire right before his eyes.
Layton:
...Yes. I'm also concerned about Luke. However, I believe Luke and Mr Wright... are certain to sense something is amiss and solve this mystery. We're sure to all meet up again soon.
Maya:
Y-yeah! You're right, Professor!
Layton:
For the time being, let's investigate this place as much as possible.
Maya:
Investigate...?
Layton:
Indeed. This forest appears to be full of secrets... First, I was turned into gold and awoke to find myself here... And then you, Miss Fey, were transported here from the courtroom, under the illusion of having been put to the fire. Perhaps this forest...
Maya:
......Uh-oh! How'd they manage to find us so fast?! What should we do, Professor?!
Layton:
Hmm... It appears they were lying in ambush. I'm afraid an altercation here is unavoidable.
Maya:
Th-these guys look like they've been hitting the gym. They're a lot bigger than the others...
Layton:
Indeed. Leave this to me. Now...please step back, Miss Fey.
Maya:
Knock 'em into next week, Professor!
???:
...Now, just what is all the commotion? You were given a task to carry out, were you not...? So what exactly do you think you're doing? Answer me.
Shade:
Forgive us... Oh Great Witch...
Maya:
Wh-WHAAAAAAT?! Th-that's the witch from last time! What's she doing here?!
Layton:
...!
???:
...Now, isn't this a strange sight? Two visitors from the witch trials... A victim and an accused? Strange, indeed...
Maya:
C-come again...? It was YOUR fault we were a part of those trials in the first place, you...you witch!
???:
My, this one has some fight in her. Relax. I do not plan to harm you two.
Layton:
...... This marks the third time we have now met. Tell me...what exactly are you planning?
Maya:
What?! Professor... You two have met three times?
Layton:
Yes. I first met her in London. Prior to arriving in Labyrinthia, of course.
???:
Heh heh... That's right. Now, enough. Stand down. These two are considered guests. You are not to lay a finger on them, is that clear? Make sure the rest of the Shades get that message.
Maya:
Shades? Are they those creepy people in the weird robes?
Shade:
Yes, mistress. As you command, oh Great Witch...
Layton:
"Great Witch"...?
The Great Witch:
There is no need to be alarmed. You may relax.
Layton:
I'm afraid I cannot oblige. Not as long as you are here. Tell me. What are you?
The Great Witch:
...You know, from what I hear, you're a big fan of solving puzzles and mysteries, are you not?
Layton:
...!
The Great Witch:
Then, by all means, go ahead. You are free to investigate the Eldwitch Woods to your heart's content.
Layton:
The Eldwitch Woods...
The Great Witch:
The answers to your questions are here. ...You're free to seek them.
Layton:
...Then you do not plan on having us captured?
The Great Witch:
You'll have to excuse the Shades' earlier behaviour. They can be a bit...overzealous at times. They were simply doing what was requested of them. Their "task", as they call it. Anyone lost in these woods is to be made a member of the Shade "family", as it were.
Maya:
A-a member of the Shades? What does that mean?
The Great Witch:
Like I said, you should seek out the answers for yourselves. ...Now, if you'll excuse me. I have another engagement with a visitor of mine.
Layton:
...A visitor?
The Great Witch:
Until next time...Professor Hershel Layton.
Maya:
Sh-she disappeared...
Layton:
......
Maya:
Um... So, Professor... The "Great Witch" they mentioned... They must be referring to her, right? She has to be Bezella.
Layton:
The Great Witch Bezella... If that woman were here... then that would make Eldwitch Woods the home of all witches.
Maya:
Hmm...this just keeps getting curiouser and curiouser! So then that means the "Shades", or whatever, are...witches?
Layton:
That is what we must find out. I believe there may be a very important clue or two hidden within this forest. There must be some reason why this forest has been kept a secret from the citizens of Labyrinthia. I also must wonder why this "Great Witch" is simply allowing us to do as we wish... It is slightly concerning.
Maya:
Well, there's no point looking a gift horse in the mouth! I say we take her offer and check this place out! That way we'll rack up a TON of clues by the time we reunite with Nick. And since we'll be working together, I'll act as your temporary Luke! "Right you are, Professor!"
Layton:
Ha ha... Well done. Thank you very much, Miss Fey. Now then, let us begin our investigation.
Maya:
Yessir! Let's go, Professor!
A new destination has been added to the map: Shades' Village East.
MYSTERY SOLVED
The Storyteller
Espella's father - the Storyteller, who writes the Story that controls the fate of all Labyrinthians - considers the presence of the professor to be a form of corruption.
It would seem that the Storyteller has removed me from the Story. Where is this tale of his going?
MYSTERY SOLVED
Golden Layton
It was none other than the professor, having supposedly been turned to gold, who saved Maya from her fate. He says he had lost consciousness after his confrontation with the Great Witch.
A gold statue of me? That's something I would quite like to see with my own eyes.
Examine
Urn on left
You found a hint coin!
Urn second to the left
You found a hint coin!
Large curve on central thick tree trunk
You found a hint coin!
Cauldron on right
You found a hint coin!
Shade
Shade:
......
Maya:
Um, excuse me. We wanted to ask you a question real quick... What exactly do you do in this forest?
Shade:
We live to serve the mistress and carry out her orders...our tasks... The mistress speaks...we obey...
Maya:
"Tasks"? Is that, like, your job?
Shade:
Yes... My task...is to assist all newly initiated Shades...
Maya:
Assist...newly initiated Shades?
Layton:
That must have something to do with what the Great Witch said earlier: Anyone lost in these woods is to be made a member of the Shade "family"...
Shade:
Although...my task is made much more difficult when they run away... Why do they always run away...? But we will not chase after you again. It is the mistress' orders...
Layton:
I see. So you do everything the Great Witch commands?
Maya:
Hey, I bet you guys are always fighting over the good "tasks", huh? Who'd want to get stuck doing the Great Witch's laundry? Seriously, though... You guys were really close to turning me into a Shade earlier.
Shade:
............
Maya:
I'm SERIOUSLY glad the professor came along when he did!
Shade (subsequent times)
Shade:
My task...is to assist all newly initiated Shades... I must continue with my task...
Vines on wall to right of tree roots
Maya:
Y'know, Professor, I was thinking. You said you woke up in the forest, right? The Shades were on me the minute I set foot here... but they never went after you. Why is that?
Layton:
That is true... I seem to recall waking up inside a cell, of sorts.
Maya:
D-did you just say a cell?! How did you manage to escape?
Layton:
Fortunately, it was not a cell of the metallic variety, Miss Fey. Take a look over there... Do you see that entrance covered in vines?
Maya:
Oooh I get it... So you must have hack 'n' slashed your way to freedom.
Layton:
Well, I wouldn't say I "hacked" or "slashed" anything, as such. All it took was a single cut to unravel my way to freedom. Allow me to demonstrate.
Puzzle #52: That's Just VineFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
25
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Maya:
Whoooooa! You sure showed that vine who's boss, Professor!
Layton:
A single, precise cut is far more efficient than swinging around haphazardly. After I freed myself, I began to investigate the forest. Not long after that, I heard someone cry out.
Maya:
Ah...yeah. You mean me?
Layton:
Right you are, Miss Fey. I'm glad you were okay.
Maya:
Uh-huh. And "okay" I was, good sir. So I guess you're still in the middle of that forest investigation, huh?
Layton:
It would seem so. Shall we press on then?
Maya:
Yeah! It's on now! I'm gonna cut these puzzles down to size with the power of my mind!
Middle alcove (after solving hidden puzzle)
Maya:
You know, now that you cut the vines off here... This doesn't look like much of a "cell". More like a storage closet or something...
Layton:
Hmm...there do seem to be a variety of vases and ornaments littered inside. I wonder what they're all used for...
Maya:
Hey! Check out the one that looks like a cat! I bet Espella and Luke would LOVE this! Let's take it back for them. It'll be like their own little piece of the Eldwitch Woods, since they weren't able to come.
Layton:
Hmm... I have a sneaking suspicion the Shades would likely chase after us if we did...
Large top branch of tree
Maya:
Check out the branches on that tree. It kinda reminds me of a stadium dome! ...Minus the stadium.
Layton:
Indeed. And it would appear this arrangement of branches is natural. Simply remarkable.
Middle of tree trunk
Layton:
In reality, this tree is really two trees grown together. Its twisted structure is simply fascinating.
Maya:
That's the trunk... No, no wait! That's a branch...? Hmm...a root?! This tree's a jerk, let's go!
Pots in alcove second to the right
Layton:
Could these pots have been used in some sort of ceremony? There's no mistake, these are certainly very old.
Maya:
I bet you're just dying to check out these relics, huh, Professor?
Shades' Village East
Maya:
Do you think...this is where the Shades live? It looks kinda like a village.
Layton:
It would appear so. They seem to lead a very simple lifestyle.
Maya:
But they look so magical and fantastical. I figured they'd live somewhere way more... well, magical and fantastical.
Layton:
............ Now that you mention it, they don't appear capable of using magic, do they?
Maya:
I guess if they did they'd only end up back at the witch trials.
Layton:
Remember...that may be the law within Labyrinthia... but the Great Witch rules this forest. It is doubtful that such a law would exist here.
Maya:
Oh...that's true. You think we should tell them to just let loose? I bet they have some really flashy spells.
Layton:
Let us focus our efforts on looking around this village first. There appears to be a path leading out on the other side, too...
A new destination has been added to the map: Shades' Village West.
Examine
Torch in front of left hut
You found a hint coin!
Stump in background
You found a hint coin!
Shade on branch
You found a hint coin!
Log to right of well
You found a hint coin!
Platform above ladder
You found a hint coin!
Shade to left of path
Shade:
All I can do is carry out my tasks the best I can...in hope that one day I may be allowed to return to the town.
Layton:
Return? What do you mean?
Shade:
I am not too sure myself... It is something I was told when I arrived. The Great Witch keeps a record of all the tasks we successfully complete. Then...when our accomplishments outnumber our failures... She will consider returning us to the town. That is what I believe, and that is why I continue to toil away at my tasks.
Maya:
...Hm? So, does this mean these guys aren't witches?
Layton:
From the sound of his voice, it would seem this particular Shade is male. However, according to what you told me earlier...all witches here are female.
Maya:
Hmmm... So then, who exactly are these Shades? Say, um...who are you?
Layton:
...My, how very direct.
Shade:
A Shade is a Shade. Nothing more, nothing less.
Maya:
...Yeah, that wasn't really helpful.
Layton:
Perhaps you can tell us what your particular task is?
Shade:
............ That I cannot tell you. Most Shades' tasks are closely guarded secrets.
Shade to left of path (subsequent times)
Shade:
All I can do is carry out my tasks in hope that I may one day return to town. The details of our tasks...are strictly secret.
Shade to right of path
Shade:
So, how's the task going? Working hard?
Maya:
Huh? Oh...t-task? Well, duh! Of course we are! Speaking of which, what's your task?
Shade:
My task is to prepare food for everyone. I'm actually trying to come up with the menu for today... I wouldn't exactly call my cooking "appetising" or "edible", but I must do what our mistress commands...
Maya:
Hmm...remind us NOT to stop by for dinner.
Shade:
...Did you say something?
Maya:
Me? Nope! Not a thing! Hey, good luck! Try not to blow up the kitchen!
Shade to right of path (subsequent times)
Shade:
What should I put on today's menu...?
Maya:
It looks like he's still struggling with what to put on the menu.
Hut on left
Layton:
Compared to the houses found in Labyrinthia, the Shades' dwellings appear much more primitive.
Maya:
Primitive? It doesn't look like they have indoor plumbing, Professor. That's WORSE than primitive!
Well
Maya:
Professor, I'm happy to report that the Shades have mastered well-making technology!
Layton:
Indeed. This well reminds me of the features of Labyrinthia. Perhaps they share the same source.
Hut on tree
Layton:
They've built a house up on a tree. How inventive. They must use a series of ladders to reach the top.
Maya:
I knew you were smart, Professor! You do NOT want to hear Nick's thoughts on ladders, trust me.
Shades' Village West
Examine
Top of left column on top of shrine
You found a hint coin!
Top of right column on top of shrine
You found a hint coin!
Top of large rock slab on left
You found a hint coin!
Small rock in front of path
You found a hint coin!
Top of large rock slab on right
You found a hint coin!
Shade (appears after examining shades to left and right of path in Shades' Village East)
Leads to:
"I'm terrible at my task."
End of path on left
Layton:
This small path looks as if it leads away from the Shades' village.
Maya:
Yup. It's a path. For walking.
Raised levels of shrine
Layton:
Fascinating. I would like nothing more than to examine that shrine, but I'm afraid we must hurry on.
Maya:
Wonder who built that thing? Y'think it was the Shades' great-great-great-great-GREAT-grandparents?
Trunk of tree in front of path
Maya:
I wonder if Wordsmith is still in the market for a new napping spot...? This tree is totally napping material!
Layton:
Under better circumstances, this tree would be most ideal for enjoying a nice cup of tea under its shade.
Shade:
I'm terrible at my task. The. Worst. I'm even more terrible at following orders... One small misstep and it'll be my fault we have a serious situation on our hands. I feel sick just thinking about it...
Layton:
A "serious situation"...? What kind of task do you have, exactly?
Shade:
I can't say... The only thing I can say is that I'm terrible at it.
Maya:
Umm...why are you so nervous, anyway?
Shade:
It's because she's watching...always watching... She sits up there in her mansion and just keeps on watching...
Layton:
Mansion? You mean, the Great Witch lives nearby?
Shade:
On the other side of the river... It's quite far, but she can see our every move.
Layton:
So it's across the river, then?
Maya:
Professor...we're sure to run into her again there. It's where she lives, after all.
Layton:
The best course of action may be to try and make our way there. There are still many questions to be answered.
Maya:
Yeah! Then we'll finally see if she's the real deal or not, right, Professor?
Layton:
That's right, Miss Fey. Let us make our way across the river.
A new destination has been added to the map: Red Flower Lake.
Examine
Shade
Shade:
I'm terrible at my task. The. Worst. I'm even more terrible at following orders... But you know who's REALLY the worst? The Great Witch, for making me go through so much stress, that's who...
Red Flower Lake
Maya:
Whooooooa. Check out the beautiful scenery, Professor!
Layton:
This is quite an open space, isn't it? Looking across the river...the Great Witch's mansion is slightly visible.
Maya:
Yeah, you can just about make out the roof from here. Hey, do you think the wall behind it... could be Labyrinthia's outer wall?
Layton:
That is quite possible. Which would mean...these Eldwitch Woods must be located directly outside Labyrinthia.
Maya:
Huh? But isn't that kinda strange? The people in Labyrinthia said that nothing exists outside of the town, didn't they?
Layton:
...Yes, quite. I, too, have heard the townsfolk make such assertions. In fact, the very gate we used to enter Labyrinthia disappeared as soon as we passed it. ...I believe there must be some kind of a trick behind it.
Maya:
It looks like we've quite a lot to discuss with Little Miss Great Witch, don't we?
Layton:
That we do. Let us continue, Miss Fey.
Examine
Bush in lower left corner
You found a hint coin!
Top of tree to right of lake path
You found a hint coin!
Top of pointed tree on right
You found a hint coin!
Shade
Leads to:
"Oh no! The bridge is out!"
Broken bridge
Layton:
Unfortunately, we cannot cross the bridge in its current state. Let us see what we can come up with.
Maya:
I know, Professor! How about we try talking to that Shade over there?
Red flower cluster to left of Shade
Maya:
Say, I think we're entitled to a few flowers, don't you think? We ARE the Great Witch's guests, after all!
Layton:
These flowers certainly have a most unique scent. ...Miss Fey, please refrain from picking the flowers.
Roof of mansion
Maya:
I-is that a mansion over there on the other side? Do you think that's the Great Witch's evil secret lair?!
Layton:
Hmm, could that be...? Let us find a way across and examine that side ourselves.
Middle/right sections of outer city wall
Layton:
That must be Labyrinthia... It would seem this forest is just outside of the town.
Maya:
Nick and the others must still be inside there somewhere, huh...?
Maya:
Oh no! The bridge is out!
Layton:
Hmm, it's been completely destroyed... All that remains are a few bits of debris and a small boat floating across the shore.
Shade:
Are you two looking for a way to cross the river?
Layton:
Yes, that's right. Is there no other way across?
Shade:
If there's a way across, I sure wish I knew what it was. I'm sort of having a mini crisis here. Why did I have to get stuck with the task of reporting the daily task progress to the Great Witch? Granted, I get to bask in the presence of the mistress and take in her gorgeous visage... Which is actually pretty amazing. But being unable to cross the river, I can't even carry out my task now...let alone adore her unparalleled beauty.
Maya:
Oh well. You know what they say: you either sink or swim... Hope you brought your bathing suits. We're swimming across!
Shade:
I...can't swim.
Layton:
...Hmm. We'll have to find another way.
Maya:
...Wait a sec. Professor, can you not swim? It's okay. I bet you could flip your hat over and ride it like a boat. It looks like it could float on water reeeeeeaaaal good!
Layton:
Swimming has nothing to do with it... And I do not think using my hat as a boat would be the best idea, Miss Fey. I'll go across and fetch that small boat. I should be able to jump across rather easily using the bits of debris on the water. I'll then be able to use the boat to create a path all the way across. Rest assured, Miss Fey...this is my speciality.
Maya:
Hey, that's not a bad idea! You don't miss a beat, do you, Professor? Good luck!
Puzzle #53: Bridge the GapsFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Shade:
Yes! Now I can give my mistress today's report! Thank you so much. I don't know how to repay you.
Layton:
It was no trouble. A broken bridge would be inconvenient to everyone, after all.
Shade:
By the way, what kind of tasks did the Great Witch give you two? I'm itching to know.
Maya:
Huh? What's our task...? Umm... Let's see... Oh! That's it! We're puzzle solvers! Yup, that's right!
Shade:
Puzzle solvers... Ah, of course. That makes sense. Well, you have both performed your task magnificently. Please excuse me, I must report to the mistress. Now I can go back to truly enjoying my task! Farewell!
Maya:
Whoa, he's really booking it. Man, we did something really good, huh, Professor?!
Layton:
That we did, Miss Fey. Now, let us press on with our task.
A new destination has been added to the map: Great Witch's Abode.
Great Witch's Abode
Shade:
Oh, mistress! Mistress!
Layton:
Has something happened to the Great Witch?
Shade:
I went up to her room but...there was no answer. Oh, mistress... Most venerable Great Witch!
Maya:
Maybe she's just not in the mood to talk... Everyone has their days.
Shade:
No, never. She would never do that. The mistress always answers us.
Maya:
Wow. I've gotta say I'm surprised. It sounds like she's really faithful to you guys. ...Um. Maybe she just stepped out?
Shade:
If she stepped out, we would know! Oh, what could have happened to you, mistress...?
Layton:
That reminds me. She mentioned there was a visitor waiting for her, or words to that effect.
Maya:
Then that "visitor" must still be waiting around for her, right?
Shade:
No, no. They are both inside the room.
Maya:
...A-ha! I've got it! Zvarri! The supposed "visitor" is really some shady ex-knight looking for revenge!
Layton:
Miss Fey, please refrain from putting any terrible scenarios into his head. Regardless, we must continue inside. It seems something rather serious is afoot.
A new destination has been added to the map: Shades' Workshop.
Examine
Flower patch between split path
You found a hint coin!
Hay trough
You found a hint coin!
Higher spire atop mansion roof
You found a hint coin!
Mansion entrance
Leads to:
"Mistress! Mistress!"
Shade
Shade:
Oh, venerable mistress... Should some harm have befallen you, I-I don't know what I shall do!
Horses or wall inside of stable
Layton:
The horses have plenty of food and water... I must say, they seem quite content.
Maya:
Horses! Okay, okay... What do I have to do to get Nick on one of these? Money is no object!
Fog or trees to right of mansion
Layton:
The fog is very dense here. It gives this area a most unearthly feel...
Maya:
It's really hard to see around here... Who needs a security system when you've got fog, right, Professor?
Flower patch to right of mansion path
Maya:
These are sure [sic] some pretty flowers. And they're everywhere! Quick! Put some under your hat, Professor!
Layton:
Now, Miss Fey... It is not a gentleman's place to take what does not belong to him.
Shades' Workshop
Shade:
Mistress! Mistress! Please answer! Something...anything! If something were to happen to you, I... WAAAAAAAH!
Maya:
Wh-whoa... Everyone's really freaking out. Hey, maybe I should pretend to Bezella. I can be all, like: "SILENCE, MINIONS!"
Layton:
Indeed... I wonder what could have happened here.
Maya:
Maybe she turned her visitor into a gold statue... Hopefully this one doesn't lose an arm.
Examine
Ceiling fan
You found a hint coin!
Pot to left of blue vat
You found a hint coin!
Torch second to the right
You found a hint coin!
Shade on left platform
Shade:
My task...is quite an important one...
Maya:
That's a ridiculously huge pot. I wonder what they're cooking in there...
Shade:
...! You! Stop! Do NOT interfere with my task!
Maya:
AHH! I-I'm sorry, I won't...
Layton:
There appear to be two pots, each with a different substance being cooked.
Maya:
Whoa... Check that out, Professor! The colour changed. ...How'd they do that?
Layton:
While I agree the change in colour is rather peculiar...I'm more interested in its smell. I have a strange feeling I've smelled this very same odour somewhere before.
Maya:
Yeah, now that you mention it...it does seem kinda familiar, doesn't it?
Shade on left platform (subsequent times)
Shade:
Quickly, quickly...very quickly... Mix, mix...must mix quickly...
Layton:
What, may I ask, are you making in this pot?
Shade:
No clue. Just know it's important. Very important. MOST important...
Maya:
Most important, huh? Are we talking like "Making soup for lunch" kind of important, or what?
Layton:
......
Shade on right platform
Shade:
Red flower... Mix in... Stir... Red flower... Mix in... Stir... Red flower... WHAT?! I'm out! No more stirring! No more mixing!
Layton:
Are those not red flowers in that basket over there?
Shade:
Red flowers... YES! I'm restocked! Back to mixing! Back to stirring!
Layton:
This flower...blooms just off the shore of the lake, does it not? It would seem your task is to mix these red flowers into the pot, is that right?
Shade:
Red flower... Mix in... Stir... Red flower... Mix in... Stir...
Maya:
Boy, he's seriously concentrating so hard he can't even afford to have a conversation. ............ Wonderful weather today, wouldn't you say?
Shade:
Red flower... Mix in... Stir... Red flower... Mix in... Stir...
Layton:
Ever the social butterfly, Miss Fey.
Shade on right platform (subsequent times)
Shade:
Red flower... Mix in... Stir... Red flower... Mix in... Stir...
Maya:
He's really at it. It doesn't look like he can afford to talk.
Shade:
I...stir...the red liquid... Next to me they make...the blue liquid... The Shade over there...she has been trying to mix the two for some time...
Layton:
You mean, mix the two liquids together?
Maya:
I wonder if we can give this a try. Let's look around and see, Professor!
Shade in front of blue vat (appears after examining shades on left and right platforms)
Leads to:
"Mix equal measures of...blue and red..."
Shades in center
Shade:
Oh, mistress, please answer... What could have happened?
Layton:
Excuse me, but...could you perhaps tell us what is going on here?
Shade:
We heard a loud noise from the mistress' room just a moment ago. We called out to her, but there was no answer. There was nothing. No answer at all. This isn't like her...
Maya:
A "loud noise", huh? Maybe that was the sound of the Great Witch being attacked.
Shade:
No! To harm one as beautiful as her... What BARBARIAN would do such a thing?! But if she was attacked... then that means the attacker is still... Eeeeeeek! Just thinking about it is making me shake in my robe!
Maya:
All right, guys! First things first! We've gotta get this door open!
Shade:
You are welcome to try, but we have already exhausted our options. You see, only the mistress has the key to this door. However, if something has happened, we had better hurry...
Shade:
H-how terrifying... I mean, please help us! B-but how utterly terrifying...
Shades in center (subsequent times)
Shade:
Open the door... We must open the door... We must...help our mistress... We must...help the Great Witch...
Blue vat
Maya:
They really cranked up the heat on this pot. Look at that blue liquid bubble!
Layton:
Such a myriad of instruments. Creating these liquids must need the most precise measurements.
Red vat
Maya:
I wonder which liquid has the most bubbles when it boils? Red or blue?
Layton:
That is quite the sizeable pot. It must take quite a bit of time to bring that amount to a boil.
Bowls of red flowers on right
Layton:
Hmm... These appear to be the flowers that grow in the vicinity of the mansion.
Maya:
More flowers! I bet Espella would love these. Seriously, Professor, put some under your hat!
Shade:
Mix equal measures of...blue and red... ...Ughh. I can't do it.
Layton:
Hmm, this Shade's task is proving to be quite challenging for her.
Maya:
Isn't her task... to mix the red and blue liquids together?
Shade:
Yes... They must be combined in equal measures. But no matter how many times I try, I cannot get it... Please... Can you help me...?
Maya:
H-huh? You want us to help...?
Layton:
...Hmm. I must admit, I am quite fascinated by the mixing process at work here. Very well. Let us give her a helping hand.
Puzzle #54: Mysterious MixtureFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Shade:
You did it... You actually did it...
Maya:
I knew you could do it, Professor! Our Shade friend here looks pretty pleased.
Layton:
This liquid... It has a most mysterious glow. I wonder what type of dye they used? And yet, this scent... It smells oddly familiar... Perhaps I smelled it when arriving in this town... Hmm, no, I believe I smelled this scent before that, even...
Shade:
M-miiiiiistreeeeeeeeeess! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Maya:
Wh-what the...? What's wrong...?
Layton:
There's quite a bit of commotion coming from the entrance to that room... I believe something may have happened. Quickly, Miss Fey!
Maya:
R-right!
Examine
Shades in center
Leads to:
"Um...excuse me?"
Maya:
Um...excuse me?
Shade:
Waah!
Maya:
Ahh!
Shade:
Wh-what gives? Could you please not scare me like that...?
Layton:
Our apologies. There seems to be a great many of you gathered here. Has something happened inside?
Shade:
Something did happen... Oh! I can't even THINK about it, it's just so horrible!
Maya:
S-so what is this "horrible" thing that happened?
Shade:
The mistress...the Great Witch, she's... She's GONE!
Maya:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Layton:
..."Gone"?
A new destination has been added to the map: Great Witch's Room.
Examine
Double doors in the distance
Leads to:
"Oh, mistress! I knew something was destined to happen! I felt a premonition most disturbing..."
Great Witch's Room
Shade:
Oh, mistress! I knew something was destined to happen! I felt a premonition most disturbing...
Shade:
How? How did this happen? I saw no one enter or leave this room!
Shade:
The entrance to the room was sealed shut... Where could she have gone...?
Shade:
......
Examine
Overturned chalice on left
You found a hint coin!
Fire bowl on left
You found a hint coin!
Upright pedestal on right
You found a hint coin!
Shade
Leads to:
"That's..."
Tear in curtain on left
Layton:
The curtain hanging from this wall appears to have suffered a single tear down the middle.
Maya:
Wait, Professor! Let me just check... All right, it's clear! No one's hiding behind the curtain.
Spilled liquid in center
Maya:
This place definitely screams "something serious just went down", doesn't it?
Layton:
It certainly seems so, Miss Fey. Unfortunately, the culprit seems to have disappeared...
Spilled liquid on curtain on right
Layton:
This red liquid managed to get sprayed throughout quite a bit of the room.
Maya:
From the looks of this place, the Great Witch definitely had her hands full...but what happened?
Layton:
That's...
Maya:
Wh-whoa...no kidding, Professor!
Layton:
It would seem the Shades made quite the mess searching for the Great Witch. Let us enquire with everyone in the room to get a better understanding of the situation at hand.
Maya:
Right! How about we start with that Shade over there?
Layton:
A good suggestion, Miss Fey.
Maya:
Um, excuse me? Do you think we could ask you a couple of questions?
Shade:
Sure...what is it? Hmph... It's not like I'm busy or anything.
Layton:
Could you perhaps describe to us what you saw when you entered the room?
Shade:
Yes... We all heard what sounded like a fight happening on the other side of the door. No matter how many times we called out to the mistress, there was no reply... We thought something might have happened to the mistress, so we forced the door open. But when we got inside, she was nowhere to be found...
Maya:
You say she was "nowhere to be found"... And was the door closed the whole time?
Shade:
Yes... It was most certainly closed. But somehow, the mistress managed to disappear...
Maya:
So let me get this straight: she disappeared from a sealed room, and then the room was found in a big mess... Professor! You know what this means? This means magic must be behind it!
Layton:
This is quite the peculiar situation. The Great Witch mentioned having to meet with a visitor. Do you happen to know if that person was in this room?
Shade:
A visitor... I faintly remember a visitor. I do remember hearing another voice... To be honest... I-I didn't actually see them...
Layton:
And there are no other exits present in this room, is that correct?
Shade:
Correct... This main door is the only one.
Maya:
Okay, so... The Great Witch and her "visitor" both disappeared from the room. And even with all of these Shades around, no one saw a single person enter or leave the room...
Layton:
Or perhaps, Miss Fey... this "visitor" simply managed to stay incognito during the ensuing commotion... That is one possibility.
Maya:
Huh? What do you mean, Professor?
Layton:
No one had seen the visitor prior to the incident, so even if that person was seen in this room... clearly no one would have realised it was them.
Maya:
But...wouldn't an outsider stick out like a sore thumb here? All of the Shades are dressed the same.
Layton:
Indeed, any "outsider" would certainly stand out. I imagine the Shades would be quick to apprehend them. However, what if this person were to disguise themselves as a Shade?
Maya:
Oh...oh! You could be right! Maybe they disguised themselves as a Shade right before the others came into the room...
Layton:
Precisely. The rather dishevelled appearance of this room would immediately draw one's attention. Thus providing the perfect distraction for the culprit to hide.
Maya:
Okay, okay, so... Where's this visitor now?
Layton:
No one has left this room since we entered. Therefore...he or she must still be in this very room.
Maya:
All right then...let's hurry up and catch 'em!
Layton:
In order to do that, we must question everyone currently present in the room and gather some information.
Shade:
U-umm...what do you mean...?
Layton:
My apologies for troubling you once again. Could you please gather together everyone who entered the room?
Shade:
Y-yes... Right away...!
Puzzle #55: Whodunnit?For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
Although only the Shade who entered first is relevant to the plot, all Shades must be placed in the correct order for the answer to be deemed correct
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Layton:
It would appear you are not quite the same as the other Shades present in this room.
Shade:
Hmph...
Layton:
The one who was in this room with the Great Witch... was you, was it not?
Shade:
............ Hmph. Impressive work, Sir Top Hat.
Maya:
Whaaaaaaaat?! Wh-what are YOU doing here...?!
Layton:
The Great Witch's visitor was in fact you... ...Inquisitor Barnham.
Barnham:
I have to say...that "logic" of yours is still as keen as ever, Sir Top Hat.
Layton:
Logic, coupled with careful, precise thinking, can topple any mystery. So tell us...what exactly are you doing here in this place?
Barnham:
I might ask the same of the two of you. How can it be... that both of you are still alive? You were turned into a gold statue... and was she not sent to the flames as a witch?!
Maya:
Hey... I. Am. Not. A. Witch!
Barnham:
This must be the Great Witch's handiwork as well!
Maya:
What?! No way... Inquisitor Barnham?! You didn't... Did you KILL the Great Witch...?!
Barnham:
...What on earth are you talking about? I remember doing no such thing.
Shade:
You...you wretched liar! What have you done with the mistress?!
Barnham:
Spare me. The condition of this unkempt room is but the result of its equally unkempt master.
Shade:
Insolence! None shall speak ill of the mistress!
Layton:
Please, stay calm. Inquisitor Barnham, please, tell us the state in which you found this room. Tell us, what happened here?
Barnham:
............ Hmph. It would seem the presence of an inquisitor has fouled the atmosphere with the stench of distrust. Very well. I will tell you what I know.
Barnham:
...I did not think the situation would devolve to such a state. I only came seeking the one that could cast some light on the doubts that plague my mind...
Maya:
And just who is this mysterious "one"?
Barnham:
............
Layton:
...You cannot say. Very well. Please continue, Inquisitor.
Barnham:
I followed them and was led here to this strange forest. That is why I was here... I was aiming to put a stop to whatever plan the Great Witch was attempting to concoct.
Layton:
So you disguised yourself in their robes and made your way here to this room in hopes of foiling her plans...
Barnham:
All those who doubt the Storyteller and speak ill of his word are a threat to all of Labyrinthia and its citizens. Of course, the witch refused to speak with me...and as I reached for my sword... I lost consciousness. Perhaps it was one of her detestable magic spells.
Shade:
Magic?! Lies! Your words are nothing but lies!
Barnham:
I am true to my word! That was what happened before you forced open the door! That is why I lost sight of the Great Witch and was left stranded in this room. I attempted to make my escape a quick one, in order to avoid any unnecessary confrontations.
Layton:
If you lost consciousness, then you did not see the Great Witch disappear, is that correct?
Barnham:
...Regrettably so.
Shade:
Liar! You did it! Because of you, the Great Witch is...
Barnham:
How many times must you accuse me?! A Court Knight is always true to his word!
Maya:
Wait, wait, WAIT! Then how do you explain all this blood everywhere?!
Layton:
Actually...I do not believe this is blood.
Maya:
...What?
Barnham:
...I did not draw my sword. No blood should have been spilt.
Maya:
Well then...what is it?
Layton:
It could be that strange liquid we saw the Shades brewing earlier.
Maya:
Oh! I think you're right! It sure smells like it...
Layton:
Perhaps one of these jars containing the liquid was knocked over during the struggle. The liquid must have splattered into the middle of the room, thus creating the scene we now see before us.
Maya:
I see... Now that you mention it, it does look like there's a broken jar on the floor over there...
Barnham:
...But can there really have been no other way for the Great Witch to have escaped?
Layton:
According to the Shades, there is not.
Barnham:
Then is the answer not clear? ...She must have used magic to disappear.
Layton:
Not quite. Magic is not the only method through which one can exit a locked room.
Maya:
Hey...are you saying this whole thing is like one giant puzzle, Professor?
Barnham:
She managed to disappear out of a locked room with no other apparent exits. What other method could there be...?
Layton:
Regardless, we must search the room thoroughly for any clues.
Maya:
You got it, Professor! I'm positive there's a clue or two lying around here somewhere!
Layton:
Indeed, Miss Fey. Shall we begin?
Examine
Throne
Leads to:
"Oh? What could this be...?"
Zacharias Barnham
Layton:
Inquisitor Barnham was most helpful. Let us not squander this chance, and explore the room while we can.
Layton:
Oh? What could this be...?
Maya:
Did you find something, Professor?
Layton:
Miss Fey, please come and take a look at this.
Maya:
It's a throne...
Layton:
This throne does not appear to have any of the red liquid on it.
Maya:
Sure looks that way.
Layton:
However, if we just move this to the side...
Maya:
Ah! It must have gotten shoved here during Inquisitor Barnham's mad struggle!
Barnham:
......
Maya:
But what does this mean?
Layton:
This throne does not have a single drop of the red liquid on it, yet the wall behind it does... Why do you think that is?
Maya:
Well...because the throne was in a different spot when Inquisitor Barnham was having the fight of his life?
Layton:
Very sound reasoning, Miss Fey. And who do you think could have moved it?
Maya:
Well... It must have been Inquisitor Barnham, when he was battling it out tooth and nail.
Barnham:
...'Twas not a battle fought with either teeth or [sic] nails. And I have no recollection of moving this throne at any stage.
Layton:
In other words, the only one who could have moved this throne was the Great Witch herself. And I believe moving this throne is in some way connected to what she did next.
Maya:
"What she did next"...? Oh! You mean her little disappearing act!
Barnham:
Hmph... Wielding that "logic" you love so much? But remember, this is the Great Witch we are discussing. She could have easily used a magic spell to disappear.
Shade:
Lies! The mistress' disappearance is your doing! You will return her at once!
Shade:
Please...bring her back to us...
Shade:
Grr! You detestable knight! We...we won't forget this!
Maya:
H-hold on a second! Wh-whoa! Wh-where did you guys get those weapons?!
Shade:
Tell us what really happened here... Tell us! There is nowhere for you to run!
Barnham:
......
Maya:
Uh-oh... This is NOT good! Inquisitor Barnham looks about ready to rip them to shreds...
Barnham:
HAAAAA!
Maya:
AHHHHH!
Shade:
...!
Barnham:
...Listen well, servants of the Great Witch. If you seek the truth, you must find it yourselves.
Shade:
G-gah...
Shade:
Urgh...
Maya:
Whoa... No wonder Inquisitor Barnham is so famous around town! He truly is an incredible knight!
Barnham:
I cannot waste any more time here. I must make haste and return to protect the Storyteller. Sir Top Hat... ...'Twas a pleasure crossing swords with you once again.
Layton:
...An honour, Inquisitor Barnham.
Barnham:
...Ms Fey. 
Maya:
Y-yeah...?
Barnham:
Your courageous acts of bravery are worthy of my respect and admiration.
Maya:
C-courageous acts of bravery...?
Barnham:
Hmph... That is all for now. Until next time...farewell!
Maya:
...He's gone.
Layton:
Perhaps the good inquisitor has anticipated the Great Witch making another appearance. He must have thought it's more important to work out her next move, rather than dwell on how she disappeared... Inquisitor Barnham is set on ensuring the Storyteller's safety and continuing the fight against the witches... He is quite determined to stay true to his responsibility as an inquisitor. Miss Fey, let us have one more good look around the room.
Maya:
Right! Let's find us some clues!
Layton:
We are certain to find something that can solve the mystery of how the Great Witch managed to seemingly disappear. Let's continue our investigation.
Examine
Stain on back wall
Leads to:
"Hey...Professor! Take a look at the wall where the chair was!"
Maya:
Hey...Professor! Take a look at the wall where the chair was! Doesn't it look like that wall could be a door leading to a secret passage?
Layton:
...As I suspected. It would seem the Great Witch did not really disappear into thin air. Although it is still unknown by what method she was able to make Inquisitor Barnham lose consciousness... we can assume she took advantage of the situation and escaped through this secret passage.
Maya:
But, Professor, even if we go after her now...do you think we'd catch her? What should we do?
Layton:
I believe she intended for us to discover this secret passage. It would seem she has us right in the palm of her hand. However... if we are to discover the truth, we must continue to move forward.
Maya:
You said it! All right! Let's get going, Professor!
To Be Continued...
Quitting puzzle (Espionage Action)
Phoenix:
...*gulp*... That wasn't an ordinary puzzle... It was some sort of monster puzzle...
Luke:
Don't worry, Mr Wright! You can always try it again! How about we have another go when you're ready?
Reinitiating puzzle (Espionage Action)
Phoenix:
All right, I'm good to go and ready to make a comeback.
Luke:
Good luck, Mr Wright!
Quitting puzzle (Alley Allowance)
Luke:
Hmm... That's odd. I should have been able to solve that one...
Phoenix:
Don't sweat it, Luke. You can always try again later.
Reinitiating puzzle (Alley Allowance)
Luke:
This looks like a hidden puzzle! Not to worry! I'll take care of it!
Quitting puzzle (Chalice Challenge)
Rouge:
Heh, what's wrong? Got cold feet? C'mon, give it another try.
Reinitiating puzzle (Chalice Challenge)
Rouge:
Wanna give it another shot? Now that's the spirit!
Quitting puzzle (Stomp on It! 2)
Phoenix:
Wh-whoa...
Luke:
This puzzle is one tough cookie...
Phoenix:
I'll say. How about we take a breather and regroup?
Reinitiating puzzle (Stomp on It! 2)
Luke:
Let's try tackling this puzzle one more time!
Quitting puzzle (More Chalices!)
Rouge:
What's the matter? Was my puzzle too much for you?
Phoenix:
...Well, duh! I told you I'm no good at these things...
Luke:
Don't worry, Mr Wright. You can do it! Like the professor always says, "every [sic] puzzle has an answer"!
Reinitiating puzzle (More Chalices!)
Rouge:
Aww, what's wrong? Running away already? Now c'mon!
Quitting puzzle (Parrot Pairs)
Bardly:
I must find a pair of parrots! But it must be a pair! One parrot simply will not do!♪
Reinitiating puzzle (Parrot Pairs)
Bardly:
If I could find a brace of parrots, To help me when I sing, my popularity would surely soar, like a bird that's on the wing!♪
Quitting puzzle (Odd Box Out)
Cooper:
No try? Cooper knew. Box tricky-tricky. Not like barrel. Barrel full of fun!
Reinitiating puzzle (Odd Box Out)
Cooper:
Box tricky-tricky. Never know what inside. Barrel better. Cooper always inside barrel.
Quitting puzzle (Magical Window)
Cinderellia:
Why, whatever is the matter, gentle sir? I hope you did not find my story ever so boring.
Reinitiating puzzle (Magical Window)
Cinderellia:
In those days, nary a night went by on which we were not dancing the night away at one of our balls.
Quitting archived puzzle
Ridelle:
Are there any other puzzles you wish to take on?
Solving archived puzzle
Ridelle:
...Most impressive. Puzzles really are nourishment for the mind.
Exiting puzzle archival
Ridelle:
Come again if you wish to test your mettle against any one of my puzzles.
Quitting puzzle (Sewer Sneakin')
Luke:
Huh? That's weird... It opened up last time...
Phoenix:
Easy there, Luke. Take your time. Those knights won't find us any time soon.
Espella:
You can do it, Luke!
Quitting puzzle (A Hot Secret)
Luke:
Hey! Mr Wright, why did you stop?!
Phoenix:
...Just thought we could use a little break. That and I think this puzzle just turned my brain to mush...
Espella:
But shouldn't we solve this puzzle before the knights get back...?
Luke:
Give it another go, Mr Wright!
Reinitiating puzzle (A Hot Secret)
Luke:
I'll hop back inside! Good luck, Mr Wright! I know you'll be able to solve that puzzle! Just take it one step at a time and think carefully!
Phoenix:
Right, got it. Good luck in there, Luke!
Quitting puzzle (Tight Squeeze)
Phoenix:
...I knew it. There isn't enough space for the three of us.
Luke:
No, it's okay! All we have to do is rearrange all of the cargo and we'll all fit easily!
Espella:
Guys... The light is getting closer and closer!
Phoenix:
Luke! You're up!
Luke:
Just leave this to the professor's apprentice!
Quitting puzzle (Great Escape)
Maya:
It's no good, Professor! They're on us like glue! They'll catch us at this rate.
Layton:
Shall we give it another go? Let's try and lose them in the forest.
Quitting puzzle (That's Just Vine)
Maya:
Aww... C'mon, Professor! I really wanna know how you got out of that jam!
Layton:
All in good time, Miss Fey. I just need a moment to remember.
Maya:
You really can't remember? Just like Nick... He'd forget his attorney's badge if he didn't love showing it off so much.
Reinitiating puzzle (That's Just Vine)
Layton:
I awoke to find myself trapped in a vine-covered cell, of sorts. Allow me to show you just how I managed to escape.
Quitting puzzle (Bridge the Gaps)
Maya:
I knew it. We're gonna have to swim across. I hope no one ate in the last hour!
Shade:
I told you, that won't work... I can't swim.
Maya:
Okay, how about you try the "maybe next time" strategy?
Shade:
That won't work...I have to complete my task.
Layton:
I recommend we think of another possible way across. One that doesn't involve swimming, preferably.
Reinitiating puzzle (Bridge the Gaps)
Maya:
Okay, guys! After me! I'm going in! One... Two...
Layton:
Wait a second, Miss Fey.
Maya:
Ah ha! I knew it! You can't swim, can you, Professor?
Layton:
That is not the case at all. I merely believe it would be too hasty to resort to swimming. I think I have an idea. Just leave it to me.
Quitting puzzle (Mysterious Mixture)
Shade:
You couldn't do it... I knew it... This task...is just too difficult...
Maya:
It is pretty tough...but just leave it to the professor! He'll have this solved faster than you can say "hail to the Great Witch"!
Layton:
Of course. Every puzzle has an answer. Or should I say, every task.
Reinitiating puzzle (Mysterious Mixture)
Shade:
I just can't do it... Please, I beg you...give me a hand...
Layton:
A puzzle about mixing liquids... Or should I say, a task about mixing liquids. Let us assist her in this task, Miss Fey.
Quitting puzzle (Whodunnit?)
Maya:
Professor! What are you doing? If you don't hurry, they're gonna get away!
Layton:
Not to worry, Miss Fey. It never hurts to pace oneself and take a break when necessary. Let us try again when ready.
Reinitiating puzzle (Whodunnit?)
Layton:
Now then, let us try one more time. Only upon solving this puzzle will we find the Great Witch's assailant.
Another Visit
Transcript
Main Street
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Here we are again, in downtown Labyrinthia!
Phoenix:
This takes me back... It looks just the way we left it.
Luke:
Sure does! Seems like it's life as usual around here.
Espella:
Yes, that's right. The townsfolk had become accustomed to their old way of life here. They felt more comfortable keeping their lives as unchanged as possible.
Layton:
Well, I wish them continued happiness in doing so.
Espella:
Thank you. But something is a bit odd...
Maya:
...? What do you mean, Espella?
Espella:
Well, actually... Eve was supposed to meet you all here too.
Phoenix:
Oh, really? Eve was coming here?
???:
...Heh heh heh heh heh... ...Those led by the Story... ...Welcome to Labyrinthia...
Luke:
Th-that voice!
???:
...There is nothing to fear here... ...For the time being, enjoy your nostalgia... ...That's right... ...For the time being...
Luke:
Hey, it's Eve! You know, I just love that costume!
Phoenix:
It's good to see you, Eve. How have you been?
Layton:
Hmm...that was a rather dramatic entrance. It's a pleasure to see you again, Eve.
Maya:
A bewitching performance, as always! You never fail to give me goosebumps when you talk like that!
........................ ...You are all about to begin... ...a story of fateful proportions... ...A story you cannot resist... ...It's time for you to realise... ...just what you have done... ...And with that realisation... ...you will be filled with trepidation...
Phoenix:
........................ Umm...Espella?
Espella:
What is it, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Is Eve...feeling okay?
Espella:
Oh, well... She's just... I'm afraid Eve often feels a little nervous around groups of people...
Maya:
Nervous...?
Espella:
Well, yes... Meeting you all without a bit of drama would make her feel too embarrassed.
Luke:
Huh...? N-no way!
Layton:
I'd have thought this would be a great opportunity to remove the mask and talk together in a more relaxed manner.
Espella:
I think so too... Come on, Eve. Say hello to everybody!
........................ ...Um, do I really have to... ...take off the mask...?
Maya:
De-fin-ite-ly! C'mon, Eve! You can do this! For us...? Pretty please? No need to be bashful!
Darklaw:
........................ ...Um...I... I'm...Darklaw...and as you all now know... I am also Eve. Thank you for coming here today... It's good to see you all again.
Maya:
You don't have to be nervous with us, Eve! We've already talked, like, a million times in the main game, haven't we?
Luke:
That's right! It's not like you to be so nervous!
Darklaw:
Well, it's not that... It's just... I've heard this is some sort of... Special Episode, or something.
Maya:
Yeah, that's what we've been told.
Luke:
That's right! Players who've completed the game can get this as extra content.
Darklaw:
So you mean...people all over the world are unlocking this and playing it? As in...five million people...?
Maya:
........................ Say WHAAAAAAT?!
Luke:
...Five million people...?
Layton:
Excuse me, Mr Wright... Has this game been quite such a big hit, as far as you're aware?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I'm not really sure...
Maya:
Hey, Nick?
Phoenix:
Hmm? What is it, Maya?
Maya:
Y'know, Eve is pretty cute and all... But I'm starting to think she's actually kind of a drama queen.
Phoenix:
(...Oh, brother.)
...So, once again I must take up my mask... ...and bid you all farewell...
Phoenix:
(And with unwavering confidence, the Great Witch makes her exit...)
???:
Ah...it would appear that you have arrived.
Luke:
Oh! ...Whoa! Everyone, it's the Storyteller!
Storyteller:
Allow me to warmly welcome you all back to Labyrinthia.
Maya:
Phew...thank goodness. At least the Storyteller is his normal self!
Storyteller:
I see Eve has taken her leave. Please excuse her, she's just a little shy, you understand.
Espella:
...But the second she puts on that Great Witch's mask, she loses that shyness very, very quickly. And that's when the threatening words just start flowing from her mouth.
Phoenix:
That's right...
Concern yourselves not with who I am... but rather...with what you will now become!
Maya:
Hey, I remember that quote!
Layton:
Don't expect me to do an "award statue" impersonation again...
Luke:
It's okay, Professor! You're already worth your weight in gold! By the way, Mr Cantabella...how's your health these days? Are you fully recovered?
Maya:
Hey, that's right...weren't you going to have an operation?
Storyteller:
Yes, indeed. Thankfully, I have been able to make a full recovery. My dear Espella here, along with Eve, kindly aided me through my convalescence.
Layton:
I'm glad to hear that, Mr Cantabella. We were all rather concerned.
Storyteller:
Along with the reconstruction of this town, I have also been reconstructing my life, so to speak.
Espella:
Hee hee... Dad, why do you always have to be so...melodramatic?
Maya:
What do you mean, Espella?
Espella:
Before the operation, let's just say that Dad became a bit...scared of having to go to the hospital.
Espella:
It was quite the challenge getting him to go there...let alone actually allowing the doctors to do their job and help him.
Storyteller:
Harrumph! Espella... There's no need to tell them all that!
Espella:
Dad hates not being in control so much that he even tried to write a Story while he was there.
Phoenix:
You mean...like Labyrinthia's "Story"?
Espella:
That's right! He's always used to having his Stories become a reality, you see.
Phoenix:
Hmm... I guess he ended up getting a reality check...
Espella:
Hey, Eve. You don't happen to have that "Story" with you here, do you?
...If that is what you seek, look no further... ...The latest chapter of the Storyteller's Story lies within these pages...
Maya:
Hey...it's the Historia Labyrinthia! Read it, Espella! Read it!
Luke:
Now this is a chapter I'd like to hear! Wouldn't you, Professor?!
Storyteller:
Please... Spare me this.
The famous surgeon... and his brave patient. The operation was performed with unwavering purpose and outstanding confidence. Waking from a sweet anaesthesia dream, the patient felt no pain, nor the slightest discomfort - the operation was over. The post-operative recovery was truly miraculous - so rapid that the patient was able to leave hospital ten days early. The hospital food was wonderful, with its exquisite flavours and copious nourishment. What will it be tonight? Curry, or steak? And for dessert, a black espresso, accompanied by... a deliciously lip-smacking tiramisu, with an abundance of rich, creamy mascarpone. ...A totally tantalising tiramisu treat. Coffee... sponge fingers... chocolate!
Phoenix:
What the heck is this?!
Layton:
It comes across as rather more of a wish list than a Story.
Luke:
It's practically a whole chapter about hospital food!
Maya:
Great... Look what you've done! Now I'm just dying to eat some tiramisu!
Storyteller:
And do you know what the worst part is? They didn't even serve tiramisu. Not once...
Phoenix:
Writing a Story like that seems a little pointless now, don't you think?
Storyteller:
Indeed...it is as you say. However, the comfort of routine can be a powerful ally. Writing that Story is what gave me the strength to face the future.
Layton:
That, in itself, is an intriguing footnote. Perhaps you could say that stories... are rather like maps guiding us towards our dreams.
Maya:
That's deep...
Layton:
As long as we maintain a clear image of our dreams... then we can realise them simply by collecting and assembling the pieces. In fact, it's just like in this puzzle.
Puzzle #73: Walled in 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
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Notes:
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Additional dialogue:
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Layton:
I believe stories often give us courage... Whether they become a reality or not is often incidental.
Maya:
I gotta say, Professor... You summed that up pretty well.
Luke:
...Ah! What's this?
Espella:
What's the matter, Luke?
Luke:
After what the Storyteller wrote in hospital... On the next page... there's a story in a different handwriting!
The Great Witch:
Uh-oh... Th-that must be...
Maya:
Huh? What's the matter, Eve?
...Those who read that story... ...will meet their fate via deathly magic... ...Under no circumstances is it to be read...
Maya:
"Deathly magic"? "Under no circumstances"? C'mon, Luke! Let's read this bad boy!
Espella:
A story written by Eve...? This does sound interesting!
Luke:
Well, if you insist...or even if you don't!
A new adventure is unfolding... Following her heart-rending part as the Great Witch in "Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney"... Eve gained popularity rumoured to be close to that of even Espella. And so, she was ready for a role of even greater importance. Who could resist such a potential business opportunity? And so, a brave team gathered for a brave new project. "The Great Witch Eve's Magical Adventure" Co-starring: Espella "Bezella" Cantabella and Zack "the Iron Fist" Barnham. Available via download only. ...At more than reasonable pricing. Five million downloads and counting! Reviews rave: "Five out of five stars!"
Phoenix:
What the heck is this?!
Layton:
"Handheld gaming's latest star eclipses all her rivals. Professor who? Phoenix what?" ...This particular dream is a little far-fetched.
Maya:
You know what, Nick?
Phoenix:
Hmm? What is it, Maya?
Maya:
Eve is pretty cute and all...but now I'm super sure... She's totally a drama queen.
........................ What I wouldn't give right about now to use Dimere...and disappear from sight...
To Be Continued...
At Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
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5th March, 2:40 p.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Ryunosuke:
Erm...um... Hello! I'm, um...I'm back!
Susato:
Oh, hello, Mr Naruhodo. Did you have a good outing?
Iris:
Hi, Runo! ...Hm? What's the matter? Your eyes are as big as dinner plates.
Ryunosuke:
Haha, Iris... I, I wasn't expecting to see you here!
Susato:
I've just made some tea, Mr Naruhodo. Would you like a cup?
Ryunosuke:
A cup or two! Yes! Um...definite-tea! Haha!
Iris:
......... Alright Runo, what's going on? You're acting extremely strangely.
Ryunosuke:
What? Me? No! Not at all! I'm as normal as normal can be! Normali-tea itself, see? Haha. Ha...ha...
Susato:
Haah... Not again, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Iris:
Sorry? Not what again? What do you mean, Susie?
Susato:
Whenever he goes out on his own lately, he always seems to come back with a peculiar new purchase.
Ryunosuke:
Peculiar? Peculiar? What's peculiar about the things I've bought?
Susato:
You seem to think that anything British is a curio you simply must have. You keep buying items of bric-a-brac even though you don't know what they are.
Iris:
Well, there are rather a lot of bric-a-brac shops and pawnbrokeries and the like around here.
Ryunosuke:
...It's when I've been to Lord Stronghart's to give my weekly report. I'm always so nervous beforehand. On the way home, I just find myself in those shops and... Yes, alright, I can't deny it! I've bought something!
Susato:
You're right, you can't deny it. Because your eyes are wider than ever.
Iris:
You really ought to put up a warning sign about them. They're bigger than some potholes around here.
Ryunosuke:
...It's hard to resist things in the bric-a-brac shop. It's all so cheap. Mr Sholmes has given me lots of useful advice about how to pick out the real bargains.
Iris:
You must remember, Runo, that Hurley likes to have fun with you. Take his advice with a big pinch of salt.
Ryunosuke:
Well, that's true. That thing he told me was a pot stand wasn't a pot stand at all. But I'd never have guessed it was a collapsible top hat!
Susato:
No, and I'd never have guessed that you could fill up this once empty room so quickly. Honestly, it's overflowing with things we don't need now. I mean, look at those scales. Not once have you weighed something on them.
Ryunosuke:
I know, but ever since I first stood at the defence's bench in court, I don't know why, but... ...I've just really wanted my own little set of scales.
Susato:
Let's see it then, Mr Naruhodo. What have you come home with today?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Well, um...it's, erm...one of these!
Susato:
......... What is it?
Iris:
It looks all dry and shrivelled up in a ball.
Susato:
Really, Mr Naruhodo, what is it?
Ryunosuke:
...It's a sea anemone.
Iris:
An, an anemone?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. I mean, I know it doesn't look like it at the moment. It's all shrivelled up, like you said.
Susato:
Aren't sea anemones living creatures? The ones that dance about on the seabed?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, exactly! The ones that dance about on the seabed!
Susato:
...Oh. They sell sea anemones in bric-a-brac shops here in Britain?
Ryunosuke:
I don't know whether they normally do or not, but I do know that I bought one today!
Iris:
But why, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, um...yes! For the aquarium, of course!
Susato:
Aquar...ium? I don't know that word.
Ryunosuke:
Well, according to the shopkeeper... ...keeping sea creatures in tanks was hugely popular here in London before.
Iris:
Oh yes, some people have some beautiful fish in seawater tanks, it's true. Having an aquarium became popular because the old glass tax was abolished.
Susato:
There it is again, rearing its ugly head. The subject of taxation...
Iris:
It was a real craze for a while. Everyone in London had one!
Susato:
For a while?
Iris:
Yes, it didn't last long. People's enthusiasm soon waned. It's just far too much work to be changing the seawater regularly in a city like London.
Susato:
...Never a truer word said, I'm sure.
Ryunosuke:
You'd think people might have realised that from the start really, wouldn't you?
Iris:
Anyway, that was long before I was born. So now everyone jokes that there's an unloved aquarium covered in dust in every attic in the capital.
Ryunosuke:
And it's true! There's one in this attic, too. When I told the man in the bric-a-brac shop about it, he had these words of wisdom: 'That's why this is the age of the sea anemone!' ...And that made a lot of sense to me.
Susato:
It...made sense to you, did it?
Iris:
But Runo, this anemone is completely dried up.
Ryunosuke:
'You just need to soak it in water overnight, and it'll be as good as new!' ...That's what the man said.
Susato:
I'm not sure that it works in the same way as dried wakame seaweed, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Once I've saved some money, I'm going to buy some prawns to keep this little fellow company!
Iris:
Oh, how exciting! Your office will be teeming with life!
Susato:
...Will it really...?
Ryunosuke:
Britain is a funny country, though. I mean, a sea anemone craze?
Susato:
Well... They say 'people in glass houses' about comments like that here, Mr Naruhodo. Don't forget that there was a very curious rabbit craze in our own country not so very long ago.
Ryunosuke:
A mortifying chapter that people will try to erase from the history books a hundred years from now, I'm sure.
Iris:
You know, there was another craze as well before the aquarium one. Have you heard of Wardian cases?
Ryunosuke:
Wardy...what? No, I've definitely never heard of them.
Susato:
...They were little glazed cases for growing plants indoors, I believe.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. For plant-lovers to raise their favourite tropical plants.
Iris:
That's right. Like different types of ferns.
Ryunosuke:
Ferns?
Susato:
Do you mean those rather dull plants with lots of fronds for leaves?
Iris:
They're not dull at all! Ferns are lovely plants. I think people wanted to recreate the exotic foliage of the tropics in their own homes.
Ryunosuke:
So they grew ferns? I mean, ferns...sea anemones... Londoners certainly have a knack for the obscure.
Susato:
Well...thinking about it... ...my grandfather loved the moss on his bonsai. He looked after it better than the trees.
Ryunosuke:
It seems like the more obscure something is, the more it interests people.
Iris:
Maybe! Anyway, the Wardian case craze didn't last very long. Now most of those little glass cases are just gathering dust, I think.
Susato:
But haven't I seen one in your room, Iris?
Iris:
Ooh, very observant of you, Susie! Yes, that's right. Mine's certainly not gathering dust. I grow tropical herbs in it.
Susato:
...Well, Mr Naruhodo... ...I really must ask you to stop all this frivolous buying of strange things.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, alright. Sorry. It's just that, well... Think about Mr Sholmes's room! He has all sorts of peculiar trinkets lying around.
Susato:
Oh...well yes, that's true. And they seem to be growing in number. Recently I've noted a blowpipe, a few beryl crystals set in a twisted piece of gold, a gold-rimmed pince-nez...
Ryunosuke:
I spotted a small gramophone record in there the other day, so I slipped it onto the gramophone. But it was just a whispering voice saying 'Norbury' and nothing more! What could it possibly be about?
Iris:
Those are all mementoes of cases that Hurley's solved over the years.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! That's what I want to create in here! Just that sort of atmosphere.
Susato:
Ah, a room full of meaningful trinkets, each with their own unique history, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Yes, that! I knew you'd understand, Miss Susato!
Susato:
But, Mr Naruhodo...none of the things you've bought for the room have any connection with any of our cases.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Don't they?
Susato:
Well, for example, take that splendid, but rather weather-beaten top hat. That wasn't used as evidence in any of the cases we've worked on, was it?
Iris:
Oh, so you have two top hats if you count the collapsible one as well?
Ryunosuke:
No, the collapsible one is a pot stand. ...As far as I'm concerned, anyway. But the other day when we were in court, they were everywhere, weren't they? Top hats, I mean.
Iris:
Well, here in Britain of course, they're the mark of a true gentleman, so that's hardly surprising. If a man isn't wearing a top hat when he ventures out of doors, he'll be looked down upon.
Susato:
Gosh, it has very strict rules, doesn't it? The English gentleman's code.
Ryunosuke:
I've been wondering how I'd look in a top hat recently. After all, my university uniform is black as well, so I think it could be very in keeping.
Iris:
Oh, what a good idea! Go on then, Runo, try it on!
.........
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Susato:
The lesson here, I suppose, is that the juxtaposition of student and gentleman is just so strange and...wrong.
Ryunosuke:
...Well I'd rather it didn't suit me anyway! I mean, these hats are ridiculous! I'd be willing to bet every foreigner who sees one of these for the first time thinks exactly the same thing: 'Why is that man wearing a chimney on his head?'
Iris:
People in glass houses, remember, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Iris:
Well, what about Japanese chonmage topknots? Those haircuts are the height of ridiculousness!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...true.
Iris:
At least you can take a hat off. Once you have a chonmage, it's 'chon' your head for good!
Susato:
I'd be willing to bet every foreigner who sees a chonmage for the first time thinks exactly the same thing: 'Why is that man wearing a cannon on his head?'
Iris:
...I suppose that's what it means to have different cultures, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
On the subject of hats... ...the one Mr Sholmes always wears is really very strange, don't you think?
Susato:
I, I, I beg your pardon, Mr Naruhodo? What a thing to say! That hat is the very essence of Mr Sholmes! Yes, without his deerstalker, the great detective would be unrecognisable!
Ryunosuke:
It's called a deerstalker? That's a surprisingly swanky name.
Susato:
It's the hat of a hunter, just like the flat cap. I made up my mind long ago to visit Regent Street and buy one for myself!
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure it's going to fit over your hair.
Iris:
Well I think it's perfect for a great detective who stalks his criminal quarry!
Susato:
What do you think is strange about it anyway?
Ryunosuke:
Well you've seen it! It has two brims, one at the front and one at the back. Why do you need two brims on a hat? Surely one at the front is enough, no? 
Susato:
Hmph! One moment, please...
Ryunosuke:
If you ask me, it's just Mr Sholmes's madcap personality coming through. I bet it's so that he doesn't have to think about which way round to put it on or something like that.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes does not have a madcap personality! He always has a clear head!
Iris:
Deerstalkers were made for hunters who had to hide in thickets when they were stalking their prey. The brim at the back was designed to stop the stalks of plants scratching the backs of their necks.
Susato:
Oh, so that's the reason! Thank you, Iris, for educating us.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes doesn't spend a lot of time in thickets though, does he?
Iris:
Well no...that's true.
Ryunosuke:
I'm telling you, it's just his impetuous personality. That's my theory, and I'm sticking to it. Firmly!
???:
Ah, here you all are!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, good afternoon, Mr Sholmes.
Susato:
I've not long since made some tea, Mr Sholmes. Would you like a cup?
Sholmes:
I see I've come at a good time, Miss Susato. Thank you. Now...I have something I should like you all to see. I've designed myself a brand new great detective's hat!
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What the...? There's a brim...
Susato:
...At the front and at the back...and at both sides! Four brims in total!
Sholmes:
Your observation is quite correct, my dear madam. I'm a busy man, you see. But with this hat, whichever way I put it on, I shall always have it pointing the correct way!
Susato:
Oh.
Sholmes:
With my previous hat, I could, in an impetuous moment, wear it erroneously with the brims on either side.
Ryunosuke:
That's...impressively clumsy, I would say.
Susato:
...And I must regretfully say, I think your madcap theory was correct, after all.
Ryunosuke:
But really, Mr Sholmes, with brims on all four sides like that, wouldn't it just be better... ...to wear a top hat instead?
Iris:
Oh yes! Then however you put it on, you'd have a brim all around.
Sholmes:
What?! So true, so true! How could I have been so blinkered to this fact until now?
Ryunosuke:
Well fortunately, I happen to have two top hats here. If you'd just lift the pot off it, you're welcome to try that one there.
Sholmes:
Indeed I shall, my good fellow. Much obliged.'
Iris:
.........
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Iris:
Oh dear, Hurley, it looks terrible! More terrible than I could possibly have imagined!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, that's not good. Maybe it's because of your long face. Paired with the tall hat, it just...doesn't work.
Susato:
Well I think it's very nice, Mr Sholmes. ...Even if it will have the whole world in fits of laughter.
Sholmes:
AAAAAAARGH! I should never have meddled with it! Give me a deerstalker for evermore!
Ryunosuke:
And give me my regulation university hat for evermore!
Susato:
...There's still hope that you'll graduate one day, Mr Naruhodo. Don't give up!
At the British Supreme Court
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26th February, 9:17 a.m.
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...here we are again...
Susato:
Every time we visit here, the atmosphere in this place seems to get more and more overbearing.
Ryunosuke:
Just think, we could be at home with Mr Sholmes and Iris having a nice, cosy breakfast.
Susato:
But we have a duty to report the outcome of the case. Especially since we're guests here in Britain. So I'm afraid this visit couldn't have been avoided.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose not. But is there even anyone here? You could hear a pin drop in this place. It's too solemn for its own good.
Susato:
It is very quiet, isn't it? The only sound is the ticking of the great clock as it keeps perfect time.
...Tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock... *Pitter patter*... *Pitter patter pitter patter*...
Susato:
......... What was that, I wonder? The usual comforting sound of the clock seems to have been joined by a less comforting shuffling sound today.
...Tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock... Hahh...hahh... *Huff, huff, huff, huff*...
Ryunosuke:
You're right. Something's disturbing the rhythmical ticking. It sounds rather like an unfit middle-aged man running from pillar to post. Clumsily.
Gregson:
Who are you callin' unfit?! Hahh...hahh...hahh...hahh...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Inspector Gregson! What are you doing here?
Gregson:
What am I...?! Hahh...hahh... Isn't it flamin' obvious?! Hahh...hahh...hahh...
Stronghart:
...Fifty-eight seconds remaining, Inspector.
Gregson:
AAAAAARRRGH! We'll have to talk later, sunshine!
Susato:
Um...good morning, Lord Stronghart!
Ryunosuke:
(Wow, he's really looking fiercely at his pocket watch today!)
Stronghart:
And good morning to you. ...Business so early in the day?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...yes! Well, I mean, erm... It's about the other day... Um...
Susato:
We are to deliver our report, Lord Stronghart. As our dealings with Mr Natsume are now over.
Stronghart:
Ah yes, the little Japanese man. I've already cast my eyes over van Zieks's report.
*Pitter patter*... *Pitter patter pitter patter*... Hahh...hahh...hahh... Hahh...
Stronghart:
I must say the outcome surprised me. ...I thank you for a job well done.
Susato:
You are too kind, My Lord.
Gregson:
It's not here! It's not there! ...And it's not over there, either!
Ryunosuke:
Um, I hope you don't mind me asking, but...what exactly is the inspector doing? He's been haring around between the bookshelves, looking beside himself with worry.
Stronghart:
He's looking for a particular work: 'The Lion's Pride'.
Ryunosuke:
...Now there's an all-too familiar title.
Stronghart:
I'd heard it was a popular tale, so I obtained a copy from the rental library. However, it wasn't able to maintain my interest, so I soon cast it aside. I happened to notice a vacant spot on one of my shelves at the time... ...so I duly stowed the book there. Unfortunately, I no longer remember where that was.
Gregson:
Nope! Not there! ...Not here, either! Come on! Where are you lions hidin'?!
Stronghart:
The book is due back today, so I've asked Gregson to locate it for me with his investigative prowess... ...inside five minutes!
Susato:
I must say I've never seen anyone working so hard to find something. He's like a man possessed.
Stronghart:
Ah yes. That's because his month's salary is staked upon the outcome.
Ryunosuke:
(At whose instigation? ...Let me guess: this stony-faced lord.) And...the five-minute time limit? What's the significance of that?
Stronghart:
There is none. Just my vulgar mischievous spirit showing itself, I'm afraid.
Susato:
Oh. By your own admission...
Gregson:
GAAAAAAAAARGH! I, I can't... Hahh... My feet...hahh...are killin' me.
Stronghart:
Five seconds. Four...three...two...one... Time's up, Inspector.
Gregson:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Stronghart:
Which means that next month you will work unpaid and have no days off.
Gregson:
No...no days off...
Ryunosuke:
There really are just so many books here. It's overwhelming.
Stronghart:
For some, perhaps. I've purchased every book, new or old, on the subject of law from all over the globe.
Gregson:
Wouldn't have believe it a few short decades ago. A place like this couldn't have existed.
Susato:
What do you mean, Inspector?
Gregson:
When I was a kid, no one ever dreamed of buyin' books.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. Western books are such luxury items, I suppose, with their leather covers and fancy bindings.
Gregson:
No, that's not it.
Susato:
Oh!
Gregson:
There was a tax on paper, see?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, on paper?
Gregson:
Yeah. I mean, it was abolished about thirty years back now, but it used to be the case. There was tax levied on any kind of paper. So obviously that meant most folk couldn't afford to buy any books at all.
Susato:
Ah, so is that why places like the rental library you mentioned before came into existence, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
Indeed. Vestiges of the paper tax system, you could say. The general public consider books as items for hire. London is home to a vast lending library of some three and a half million books.
Susato:
...You couldn't hope to read all of that even if you were reincarnated ten thousand times.
Stronghart:
Even I would choose to rent a book rather than purchase it, if I knew I would read it infrequently.
Ryunosuke:
The subject of tax has actually surprised us already in the last few days. It came up in Mr Natsume's trial. It seems that the window in his room was filled in due to some kind of window tax.
Stronghart:
That would be true. Fortunately the window tax was abolished here some forty years ago. Sadly, in the East End in particular, many windowless houses remain.
Gregson:
Britain's always had a bit of a thing for taxin' stuff. Whatever they can tax, they tax! Sugar, salt, tea, coffee... you name it. Candles...beards...
Ryunosuke:
Wait, sorry? What was that last one? Did you say 'beards'?
Gregson:
Yup. The beard tax. Never heard of it?
Ryunosuke:
Never! Why should people have to pay money just because they let their facial hair grow?
Gregson:
You may well ask. I suppose it's because it makes them look self-important.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...the Naruhodos will have a strict family policy of no facial hair, I think.
Stronghart:
You can relax. The beard tax was confined to the annals of history long ago.
Ryunosuke:
Even so, it's clearly something the British really love. Paying taxes, I mean.
Gregson:
Payin' 'em? You've got that back-to-front, sunshine.
Ryunosuke:
But you can't deny you've had a lot of funny taxes over the years. You'd never find anything like that in Japan. ...Would you, Miss Susato?
Susato:
......... In actual fact...I'm afraid to say that you would, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
What? No... You don't mean...? Surely there's never been a window tax in Japan?
Susato:
No, but there have been similarly obscure taxes. For example, in the Edo period, there was a frontage tax.
Ryunosuke:
What was that?
Susato:
It was a tax not on windows, but on the entrance to properties. The larger a property's entrance was, the greater the tax that was levied on it. Even today, some mansions survive with extremely narrow entrances due to that old form of taxation.
Ryunosuke:
I, I had no idea...
Gregson:
Hmph. So you Japanese are as twisted as us Brits.
Ryunosuke:
But, but we never had a beard tax! I mean that's really going a step too far!
Susato:
Well no, that's true. I'm not aware of any taxes for beards at least.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean 'at least'?
Susato:
Well, rather than tax them, the shogunate did once prohibit them outright.
Ryunosuke:
The ruling class...prohibited beards?
Susato:
It was called the Great Beard Prohibition. It was an Edo period edict.
Ryunosuke:
But why did the powers that be want to ban beards?
Gregson:
Because it makes people look self-important? ...Just an idea.
Susato:
It would seem that rulers in the East and the West have had very similar ideas over the years. There have been other unusual taxes in our history. Even in our current Meiji period.
Ryunosuke:
There have?
Susato:
For example, though it was before either of us were born...there was a rabbit tax.
Ryunosuke:
Th-There was a tax on those adorable, fluffy creatures - like the one who makes mochi sweets on the moon?
Susato:
Yes. And it was an extremely large tax, too. The government demanded extraordinary sums of money.
Ryunosuke:
This just gets stranger and stranger. What was the reason for that bizarre tax then?
Susato:
Well, after Japan opened its doors to the world, there was an unprecedented rabbit boom in the Meiji capital.
Ryunosuke:
A boom?
Susato:
Yes. Keeping rabbits became hugely popular, and new species were traded at exorbitant prices. People were even swindled out of all their money for exotically coloured rabbits.
Ryunosuke:
...Like coloured chicks, I suppose.
Gregson:
Hard to imagine, though. Rabbits are so timid and quiet. Wouldn't have thought one could bankrupt you.
Susato:
So in response to this worrying social vogue, the government imposed a rabbit tax.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose they couldn't just ignore the problem.
Susato:
And it worked, because the rabbit boom came to an abrupt end. Six years later, the tax was abolished.
Ryunosuke:
Well, I hate to say it about my own country, but...Japan is strange.
Susato:
But there's more: after the rabbit tax was abolished then, of course... ...society reacted by launching straight into a second rabbit boom.
Ryunosuke:
Oh dear. The government didn't think that one through, did they?
Stronghart:
Your ideas about the world are very much altered by the position you hold in society. If you are responsible for the running of the country, you will feel the need to raise revenue keenly.
Gregson:
Without a stable taxation system, the whole country would go down the drain.
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, I suppose so. But some of these taxes...
Stronghart:
That's precisely why ministers of state use their wiles to invent new and novel ways of taxing the public.
Ryunosuke:
Novel ways?
Stronghart:
Tell me, Mr Naruhodo. If you were one of my country's statesmen...
Ryunosuke:
Me? A, a British statesman?
Stronghart:
Yes. What novel tax would you impose? Pray, give us something truly original... ...inside five seconds.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Oh, um...
Susato:
Think of something that everyone uses, Mr Naruhodo! And really squeeze every penny out of the population!
Ryunosuke:
(...That's quite the intense stare! I'm very glad Susato-san isn't in charge.)
Stronghart:
Your time is up. So, what's your answer?
Ryunosuke:
Um... Well......... Air, maybe? Yes! How about air?
Stronghart:
Hm... An air tax, you say?
Susato:
Oh well done, Mr Naruhodo! A truly novel and fiendish idea!
Ryunosuke:
Well everyone has to breathe. So while the population is inhaling air, my government is inhaling money!
Gregson:
Blimey. You're a tyrant at heart, eh?
Stronghart:
A somewhat radical solution to a country's revenue problems, but sadly not an original one.
Ryunosuke:
No! You, you mean to say...?
Susato:
Surely not... You mean a tax on air has been imposed in the past?
Stronghart:
It was last century. The finance minister of our neighbour France proposed it.
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?! (If I ever go for a visit, I'm holding my breath.)
Stronghart:
Unsurprisingly, it was strongly opposed by the public and soon scrapped. The minister didn't last long, either.
Susato:
Oh dear... Although clearly that would have been an untenable situation.
Ryunosuke:
The public at large are a force to be reckoned with.
Gregson:
Don't I know it.
Susato:
How about you, Inspector? What new tax would you impose?
Gregson:
Hm, let me see... My first thought is a tax on objections.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
Been hearin' far too many of them recently in court. There's a particular lawyer I have in mind, as it happens. So I think an objection tax could be very handy.
Ryunosuke:
...Good to see you don't allow your personal feuds to influence your work in public office.
Stronghart:
Hmmm...
Gregson:
I reckon fivepence for every objection raised would be about right.
Stronghart:
A most amusing proposal, Gregson.
Ryunosuke:
...A most unamusing proposal, My Lord.
Stronghart:
Well then, I think it's your turn now.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, my turn for what?
Stronghart:
Why, what else? To locate my missing copy of 'The Lion's Pride'.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Stronghart:
It's on one of the shelves in this room. Of that I am certain. Now...I shall give you ten minutes. And let's stake your student stipend on it, hm? Fail to find the book, and you forfeit next month's payment.
Ryunosuke:
Ob-Objection!
Stronghart:
Your time starts...now. ...Oh, and one more thing. I believe you just said the word 'objection'.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Stronghart:
Kindly leave your fivepence over there before you begin combing the shelves.
Ryunosuke:
...This tax is going to be the death of me.
At the Market
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Marketplace
Maya:
It's as busy as ever here today!
Luke:
Hey look, Maya! The usual suspects are all here!
Mary:
Ah...it's you lot again! It's been a while.
Phoenix:
Hey there, Mary. How have you and your goats been?
Mary:
Couldn't be better! How about a little taste of some scrumptious goat's milk? On the house, of course!
Kira:
Oh, look...if it isn't my favourite customers. Welcome back to Labyrinthia!
Layton:
Hello again, Miss Kira. I see you've gone back to selling flowers.
Kira:
That's right! Despite the long days and the boss breathing down my neck, it's pretty relaxing. Now, could I interest you fine folks... in some positively pretty posies?
Layton:
By all means, Miss Kira. That sounds delightful.
Espella:
Oh... I've just noticed! You're not wearing glasses again today, Miss Kira.
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it... You're right, Espella.
Kira:
Ah...yeah, well... I think I must've dropped them somewhere. AGAIN. Glasses like that don't come cheap. It took me MONTHS to save up for those!
Luke:
Is that right?
Kira:
Well, they have a pure gold frame and the lenses are made of diamond. Not. Cheap.
Phoenix:
(Seriously...?)
Maya:
Wait... I know! Maybe they fell into Mary's milk bucket again! SPLOOSH, right?
Mary:
Ah, yes...my milk bucket. Actually, that bucket's also gone missing. I seem to have misplaced it somewhere...
Luke:
Hmm... The plot thickens...
Mary:
Yes, well... At least there was no precious milk in it today.
Maya:
Hey, look! That's Knightle over there! Hey there, Knightle! How's the knightly lifestyle?
Knightle:
Don't be absurd! That name..."Knightle"...is but a relic of the long-forgotten past!
Maya:
Huh...?
Luke:
If I remember rightly, you gave up wanting to be a knight and started up as a potato seller instead... Which is when you changed your name to Mr Spudley, right?
Maya:
Spudley?
Phoenix:
But after that, a mysterious explosion destroyed your potato stall and baked all your potatoes. And finally, while you weren't sure what to do with your life, you adopted the name Whatley...
Knightle:
Knightle, Spudley, Whatley... Those names serve as nothing more than reminders of the past. ...With great purpose, I have cast aside such memories and have bid goodbye to the problems of the past. That's right! I have already found a much more fitting new name! A name I have since assumed!
Luke:
Oh, really? So, um...what "-ley" have you come up with this time?
Knightle:
The name by which I shall henceforth be known, is... Ignitely!
Luke:
............
Phoenix:
Um... Where the heck did "Ignitely" come from?
Knightle:
A man's name should express his heart... and my heart is full of fire. Hence, Ignitely! "Fearless and full of fire"... At last, a worthy name to express my true character!
Layton:
"Ignitely", you say? Well, it certainly is...intense.
Maya:
It kind of makes me think more of sparks and explosions...
Knightle:
Well, from the outset... "Knightle" failed to really stoke my fire, if you know what I mean.
Phoenix:
I'm, err...not sure I do know...or want to...
Knightle:
A young man yearning to become a knight... hence the name "Knightle". No matter how you look at it, that name conveys a certain...lack of imagination.
Maya:
No kidding... I guess you have a point.
Espella:
I'm sorry, but I must beg to differ. I'm sure the developers put a lot of thought into the names they came up with.
???:
Mary:
Pfft, not likely! If that were true, then what about "Mary"?
Espella:
...What about it?
Mary:
Everyone knows the rhyme: "Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow..." But tell me...what's that got to do with me? My fluffy little Snowy-kins is a gorgeous white goat, not a lamb! I mean, they didn't even think to get the right animal! What poppycock!
Kira:
Kira:
And while we're on the subject, what about me?!
Espella:
M-Miss Kira?
Kira:
I mean, yeah, I played the role of a killer in that trial and everything. But to actually name me Kira? As soon as anyone hears my name, the first thing they'll think is "GUILTY"! It's so unfair!
Luke:
Hmm... I see what you mean...
Layton:
I suppose it doesn't sound like a great deal of time went into the creation of such names... What do you think, Espella?
Espella:
Well, when you put it like that... I guess... even the name Espella seems a little... obvious.
Phoenix:
Ha...well, I guess we're not meant to think all that hard about it!
Layton:
...At any rate, I hear the first witch trial, in which these people all appeared as witnesses, was the first scenario written for this game. I suppose you could call it a trial run.
Luke:
Wow, really?
Layton:
That's right. Apparently, at the time, simple "placeholder" names were given to all the characters. Although, curiously enough, many of these placeholder names seem to have stuck.
Phoenix:
Once those names stuck, I guess the characters were stuck with those names. Sounds familiar somehow... Sometimes, once you get to know a character by a certain name, no other name seems to sit so well.
Maya:
That's why it's so important to start off on the right foot!
Luke:
I think she's right, Mr Wright!
???:
???:
While you lot are on the subject...
Some Guy:
how about hearin' what I got to say!
Luke:
Ah! Where did you come from?! ........................
Some Guy:
Talkin' about bad namin'... Mine's gotta be the worst of all, ain't it?! I mean... just for convenience, they gave me a name that sounded just like that darn spell "Amere"!
Phoenix:
Uh, sure... Your name's "Emeer"...is that right?
Some Guy:
That's me! But you guys got all those cool soundin' nicknames... "Sir Blue Knight", "Sir Dark Hat", that sorta thing. "Punchen" says "I ain't no pushover and I'll punch ya if y'think so"! "Baug" is, err... I read it off a bottle at Rouge's, I think...
Luke:
Professor, is it me...or does "Punchenbaug" sound an awful lot like punching b-
Layton:
Hold on, my boy. A gentleman should never ruin someone's dreams without a reason.
Phoenix:
By the way, er...mister.
Some Guy:
What is it, Bluey?
Phoenix:
If I remember correctly...you were the one that took the professor's golden arm, right? After that, I sort of figured you'd have to lose the, uhm, shiny look and go back to how you looked before...
Maya:
Hey, that's right! How come you still look like a blinged-up, festive palm tree?
Some Guy:
Ah...
Maya:
Don't tell me... I bet you paid another visit to the pawnbroker with some "five-finger-discounted" items, huh?
Some Guy:
Wh-whaddya mean "five-finger-discounted"? I, Emeer Punchenbaug I, wouldn't dream of takin' someone else's possessions!
Phoenix:
(Where have I heard that before...?)
Some Guy:
Let me tell ya somethin'... It was, erm... It was elves that helped me out!
Luke:
Elves helped you?
Some Guy:
Tha's right! When I'm fast asleep at night, the elves sometimes leave me little gifts... Y'get what I mean?! Cute little elves, kinda like the ones in this puzzle here...
Puzzle #75: The Fairy FestivalFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
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Mary:
Well... forgetting your elves for one moment, Snowy and I have something we'd like to ask you... I'm looking at you, you gaudy, oversized bauble-head! Tell me... you wouldn't happen to know where my milk bucket is, now would you?! Don't you tell me you've gone and sold it!
Some Guy:
Me? Are ya nuts?! I'm pure as the driven...snow!
Layton:
...Is that so?
Some Guy:
Sure it is! An' anyway, let ME ask you... Does such a foul-tastin' liquid even deserve to be called milk?!
Luke:
Eh?!
Some Guy:
That stuff tasted more like...y'know... ...Almost like drinkin' a darn bucket of white paint!
Mary:
............
Layton:
............
Luke:
............
Some Guy:
............ No way...
Mary:
Well now, there's a good reason for that. Today, my milk bucket... was filled with white paint, you see. I was planning to repaint the fences around the farm.
Some Guy:
............ Uh...
WAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIT!
Kira:
Inside that milk bucket, you didn't happen to find... my glasses, did you?! Don't tell me they really were in there!
Some Guy:
Wh-what would I want with your glasses?! Me vision's 20/20!
Layton:
...Unfortunately, your credibility is looking a little more cloudy.
Some Guy:
Well! Let me ask ya this... Can you really go around callin' two diamonds surrounded by pure gold a pair of "glasses"?!
Luke:
Eh?!
Some Guy:
Nope, I ain't havin' any of it! Those things were no glasses. There's only one word for somethin' like that, an' that's treasure! Treasure waitin' to be sold at the best possible price!
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
............
Maya:
............
Some Guy:
............ Ah!
Mary:
You...you...you...scoundrel!
Some Guy:
C'mon, what's it matter anyway, eh? One thing I can say is this: on account of the paint I drank, deep down inside... I really am pure as the driven snow!
Phoenix:
Yeah, well... I think you'd better go and get those glasses back right away.
Kira:
Yes, you're right... I'll go and have a word with Mr Price...
Layton:
Hmm... I'm not entirely sure it will be that easy... A pawnbroker with a name like Price... Something tells me he may not be the type to hand over anything for free.
To Be Continued...
Awkward Moments
Transcript
Waiting Hall
Maya:
Whoa, check it out... The Witches' Court. If nostalgia were pennies, I'd be rich right now.
Espella:
I heard the entire courtroom was converted into a large theatre.
Maya:
Wow, really? You mean, they managed to inject some fun into this creepy old place? I guess I can sorta feel the creepiness melting away, don't you think?
Phoenix:
...Nope. Still kinda creepy to me.
Luke:
Hey, then that means the Inquisitors' Hall must be somewhere over there!
Layton:
Indeed, Luke. Although it has since been converted into the main headquarters for the Labyrinthia reconstruction effort.
Espella:
That reminds me! Eve should have finished work by now. Come on, everyone, let's go and say "hi"!
Inquisitors' Hall
Maya:
Hey, there she is!
Layton:
It would appear Mr Barnham has joined her, as well. And I do believe he's wearing his armour again today.
Luke:
Wh-why do they look like they're both ready to fight it out in a court? And, umm...what's with the scowling and the awkward silence?
Espella:
I agree, it's a little strange... The two of them should have been finished with work by now.
Darklaw:
............
Barnham:
............
Darklaw:
Well, Zacharias? What is this matter of "great importance" that you needed to discuss with me? ...You've done nothing but stand there with your eyes closed for over an hour now.
Barnham:
N-no...no, ahem... 'Tis not really a matter of such "great importance", as such...
Darklaw:
...Hmm? Espella, when did you get here? And...you brought everyone along with you.
Espella:
That's right, Eve. I'm sorry if this is a bad time. I see you're still busy.
Darklaw:
...No, it's fine. Believe me. Work is over for the day, so I'm free to speak with you all. Is there something you needed?
Luke:
U-um, hey, Eve? Today is your birthday, isn't it?
Darklaw:
Huh...?
Maya:
Oh don't play coy, Eve! It's your BIRTHDAY! We all thought we'd come down and give you your presents personally!
Darklaw:
Presents...? F-for me?
Barnham:
Ngh!
Espella:
Well, I guess I'll go first. ...Here you go, Eve.
Darklaw:
Th-this picture!
Espella:
Dad and I wrote you a little message on the back, too.
Darklaw:
Thank you, Espella.
Maya:
Ooooh, me next! Wait for it... ZVARRI! A Mega Burger meal deal!
Darklaw:
Mega...burger...?
Maya:
I didn't have enough to get you the killer large meal, but just throw another burger patty on it and you'll be full for days!
Darklaw:
Um...okay, I think I get it. Thank you very much, Maya.
Phoenix:
Ah, ha ha. I guess I'm up next...
Darklaw:
Well, out with it, defender. NOW.
Phoenix:
Uuuuuuhhh...what the heck?! Why do I get the "I'm gonna kill you, Wright" face...?
Darklaw:
Oh! F-forgive me! I just... Upon seeing your face, I couldn't help myself.
Phoenix:
(That doesn't make me feel any better...) Umm, anyway... This is from me. I followed Espella's recipe. It's been a while since I made one, so I hope it's good...
Darklaw:
Is this...banana bread?
Phoenix:
Well, yeah. I did work at Patty's bakery, after all. Barnham didn't call me "Sir Apprentice Baker" for nothing.
Luke:
I brought you something too, Miss Eve!
Luke:
I went out and picked some red flowers down by the lake in the Eldwitch Woods. I used them to make you a necklace!
Darklaw:
The craftsmanship is excellent, Luke. Thank you so much. And thank you all for such lovely presents.
Maya:
...But wait! There's more! Oooooh, Baaaaaarnhaaaaaam. Did you give Eve your present yet?
Barnham:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Maya:
...? Holy cow...overreact much?
Barnham:
Er, no...I...
Luke:
W-wait...Mr Barnham... Have you still not given Eve her birthday present yet?
Espella:
You mean...you've been standing here for a whole hour trying to give your present to Eve? Why, Sir Barnham, I'm surprised.
Darklaw:
Z-Zacharias... D-do you really call yourself a man?
Barnham:
A-a-a-absolutely! Without question! Who exactly do you take me for?! It's just... Ms Primstone...
Maya:
Ms Primstone...?
Barnham:
I cannot help but recall Ms Primstone's words...
...All right, children. Settle down, now. Today's lesson is about to begin. Ms Primstone's lesson number three! "More presents, more problems." The exchange of secret, dubious items always leads one down the path of tragedy! Rest assured, this will be on the exam!
Maya:
............
Luke:
............
Espella:
...Poor Mr Barnham. His schooling seems like it was quite strict... and a little depressing.
Layton:
Mr Barnham... Although I would normally advise otherwise, perhaps you should set aside your teacher's words just this once.
Maya:
The professor's right! That was the past... so bury it already!
Barnham:
Ahem... Err, yes...well... Lady Dark- ...Miss Eve.
Darklaw:
Wh-what is it, Zacharias?
Barnham:
In recent days, I have taken to working part time at the local bakery... My objective: to efficiently craft a deliciously decadent pastry in your image, as tribute to the day of your birth!
Darklaw:
T-to do what...? I, umm...I'm a bit confused...
Maya:
Huh? Wow, Barnham... You, uh...kinda sorta did it. He was all, "Milady! I hath baketh you a treat most sweet in thou image fair" ...or something kinda like that. Say, I wonder if Barnham spent all day in front of the mirror practising that...
Phoenix:
...I'm gonna go out on a limb and say no.
Barnham:
S-such was my intent. Lady Dark- ...Miss Eve! H-h-happy day of your birth! I give you...your present!
Darklaw:
Th-thank you, Zacharias............. ........................ What? Is this an éclair?
Barnham:
Yes.
Darklaw:
This éclair looks like no other éclair I've ever seen. Wh-what's this? I-is this... a lump?!
Barnham:
W-well, you see... I, err...I was unable to obtain the required amount of skill to bake you a proper pastry in the allotted time. Hence why... I focused all my efforts on choosing one of the remaining éclairs, left over from yesterday's sale at the bakery... Of all the éclairs that remained, 'twas THIS that most captured your essence, Miss Eve!
Darklaw:
............ I...don't quite know how I should feel about this. Should I be...flattered? ...Or completely and utterly NOT?
Maya:
Stick a fork in 'im. He's done...
Darklaw:
...You know what? I think you tried your best, Zacharias. ...And for that, I thank you.
Barnham:
Urk! N-no! Miss Eve, 't-twas nothing! Your thanks is unnecessary! The smile on your face is reward enough! ...I owe this mission's success to my trusty armour!
Phoenix:
(What? Did that armour give him "birthday gift-giving" powers or something?)
Maya:
Hey... Barnham said he was "working" a part-time job, but he never actually got paid for any of it, did he?
Luke:
Hmm...you're right. It must be because he's still an apprentice.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah. Speaking of éclairs... didn't Constantine also give Eve, err... Cat Eve, a present just the other day?
Darklaw:
Really? Constantine did? You know, on the subject of that mutt... I never would have imagined you, of all people, would end up owning a dog. ...You surprise me, Zacharias.
Barnham:
Y-yes, well...
Layton:
...? If you'll permit my asking, whatever do you mean?
Darklaw:
Let's just say Zacharias had a bit of a run-in with a dog some time ago. After that, he swore he'd "never set foot near any one of these wretched beasts" ever again...let alone own one.
Espella:
Oh, I think I remember that... Are you talking about the "Barnham's Wild Ride" incident?
Maya:
Is that some kind of roller coaster? Anyway, sounds too interesting not to hear! Give us the goods!
Darklaw:
It all started...during one of the Storyteller's famous parades. Zacharias always took point during these parades, riding in front, on his horse. That's when... A large dog suddenly came shooting out from one of the side alleys and jumped right in front of the procession.
Barnham:
...I shall never forget it. The beast's tail looked as if it were singed by the Legendary Fire itself. It was black and white, with a notable scar above its left eye.
Darklaw:
The dog's sudden appearance sent Zacharias' horse into a frenzy. It bolted off, with him still hanging off by the saddle...
Maya:
What...?
Barnham:
'Twas indeed a great blunder. When my steed flung me from its back, my ankle became caught in the reins.
Darklaw:
And so...he couldn't get free of the horse. The thing must have dragged him around all of Labyrinthia for hours... Since then, the incident was charmingly dubbed "Barnham's Wild Ride".
Espella:
I remember that. The children used to tie their dolls to the knights' horses and call it "bouncing Barnham".
Phoenix:
(...That's brutal.)
Darklaw:
And yet...now Zacharias has ended up owning a cute little puppy... It's funny how life turns out, isn't it?
Barnham:
...I believe that is enough reminiscing for one day. Now, I have a question for you, Sir Top Hat.
Layton:
Certainly. What is it, Mr Barnham?
Barnham:
Have you, too, come bearing a gift for Miss Eve? I believe you are the only one left to present her with anything.
Layton:
A typically astute observation, Mr Barnham. And so, without further ado, Miss Eve, allow me to give you your birthday present. ...A present that I'm sure many of you out there were eagerly anticipating. Miss Eve, your birthday...reminds me of a puzzle!
Puzzle #76: Guest AgainFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
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Layton:
There's nothing like a good puzzle to celebrate a birthday, wouldn't you agree?
Maya:
Professor... I don't think you're supposed to, umm...solve the puzzle before giving it to her.
Luke:
W-well that puzzle did seem extra tricky, didn't it, Eve?
Darklaw:
To tell you the truth... I had actually already solved it.
Maya:
WHAT?! Eve! You should've said something! Well, since you managed to solve it... Maybe you should give that thing a try.
Darklaw:
"That thing"...?
Maya:
C'mon, you know! Like, how after you solve a puzzle you're all "tick, tick, tick...CHING"! And then..."insert catchphrase here".
Darklaw:
...I-I couldn't possibly perform a victory pose like that... Not in front of all these people watching us.
Maya:
C'mon, Eve, you've got to at least give it a shot. Like they say, you won't know until you try.
Phoenix:
She's right, Eve. I think it'd be a really nice way to commemorate your birthday.
Darklaw:
Yes, but... I'm simply far too embarrassed.
Luke:
I have to admit, it's really quite strange seeing you so...reserved like this, Eve.
Phoenix:
I bet if you were wearing your Great Witch costume, you'd be singing a different tune right now.
Maya:
Pretty please, Eve? I'll be your second best friend in town if you doooo!
Barnham:
Miss Eve, it would be a great honour to see Labyrinthia's former High Inquisitor pose gallantly at this time of celebration.
Darklaw:
...*sigh* You all aren't going to give up until I try this, are you?
Layton:
Indeed. Now then, Miss Eve...you may begin any time you like.
Maya:
.......................... Yup. Knew it. Super flashy.
Espella:
You know, I think I might have seen that pose somewhere before, Eve.
Layton:
I must confess, even I have ever gone to quite that extreme after solving a puzzle.
Barnham:
Such an inspiring pose... Mark my words, that accursed dough will find itself baked at the hands of Zacharias Barnham!
Darklaw:
...What I wouldn't do to be thrown into the flames myself right about now...
To Be Continued...
Bridge to the Turnabout
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Part 4
Episode 5Bridge to the Turnabout
"Shichishito". The treasured Kurain Village heirloom whose name means "7 Branched Sword". It is said that this sacred sword represents life itself. Though the branches may appear to be infinite, the choices limitless... ...like our destinies, the sword comes to but one end. One merciless point. And when the silver cord, the fragile thread that binds us to this world, is severed... ...the illusion is revealed and the implacability of fate is finally laid bare...
February 6, 9:48 AM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
Hey, Nick.
Phoenix:
Yeah? What is it?
Maya:
You know how I've got spiritual powers, unlike you?
Phoenix:
Um, sure... You are a spirit medium, after all.
Maya:
But just like you, if I don't keep my powers sharp, they get dull, right?
Phoenix:
Um... I guess so, yeah.
Maya:
Glad you agree! OK, Pearly! You're up!
Phoenix:
(Pearls...?)
Pearl:
So! That's why we need to go on a special "Spiritual Hot Spot Tour", Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
...Huh? I'm lost. What's this magazine you're shoving in my face?
Pearl:
It's the New Year's issue of "Oh! Cult!", Winter Spiritual Locations Special!
Phoenix:
...Oh. (Pearls looks so happy.)
Maya:
"Maximize your spiritual powers with just one night of intensive training!" ...Oh! It sounds too good to be true!
Phoenix:
I'll say. It sounds more like a scam to me.
Maya:
It's at a spiritual retreat called "Hazakura Temple". It's way up in the mountains, and I bet it's nice and cold. ...Just perfect for training!
Phoenix:
(Now I definitely don't want to go...)
Maya:
You know, I think I've heard of this temple before. It's a famous channeling dojo. It's hard for even real spirit mediums like us to make reservations up there!
Phoenix:
Reservations...? For a temple? Are you serious?
Pearl:
Don't worry! I've already made special reservations, just for us!
Maya:
Yeah! And I signed up for the "Special Course"!
Phoenix:
Th-That's nice. And the timing couldn't be better. ...Since we don't have a case right now anyway.
Maya:
Alrighty then! It's settled! Well, come on! Don't just stand there! Start packing your stuff!
Pearl:
Yes, Mr. Nick! You'd better start packing your stuff!
Phoenix:
Huh...? M-ME!? Why do I have to go!?
Maya:
Well, we have to be accompanied by someone over 20 years old.
Phoenix:
Hey! I don't have anything to do with spirit power. The only thing I can channel is a TV. ... So, um, is there a heated pool at this "Hazakura Temple"?
Pearl:
No, but you can stand under a freezing waterfall!
Phoenix:
... Sorry, but I think I'll pass. I hate cold places.
Maya:
Whaaat!? No way! How can you be so selfish!?
Pearl:
Come on, Mr. Nick! Look at this place! Doesn't it look beautiful!?
Phoenix:
Nope. Not going. I'm gonna be nice and toasty at home....... .................What the...!?
Pearl:
Wh-What is it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Let me see that magazine! Th-This nun...
Maya:
Is she a friend of yours or something, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Th-This girl... I-It's...!)
Dahlia:
My name is Dahlia Hawthorne. I just want to say... It's an honor for me to be here in your noble presence.
Dahlia:
Honestly, how can any woman ever count on you for anything? ...You disgust me!
Phoenix:
But... It can't be! (She was found guilty and should still be in prison...)
Pearl:
...Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
... I'll go.
Maya:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
Hazakura Temple... I said I'll go.
Maya:
Yay! Isn't that great, Pearly!?
Pearl:
Yes! Oh, thank you! Thank you, Mr. Nick! You'd do anything for Mystic Maya, right? Even walk over burning coals, right!?
"Oh! Cult!" New Year's Issue received from Pearls.
Phoenix:
(Dahlia Hawthorne... I knew there was no way she could possibly be at that temple... But, I just had to be see for myself... ...who this "nun" really was.)
February 7, 3:24 PM
Hazakura TempleMain Gate
Maya:
Brrrrr... It-It-It's so c-c-cold here, Nick!
Phoenix:
Maybe you should put on something warmer for a change!
Maya:
W-W-Well, it's supposed to be c-c-cold... It's t-t-training. ...Ah-Achoo!
Phoenix:
(Her teeth are chattering so loudly, it's all I can do to make out what she's saying...)
Pearl:
Wow, Mystic Maya! So this is the famous Hazakura Temple!
Maya:
P-P-P-Pearly... I-I-I-I... Ah-Achoo!
???:
Well, well, well... How nice to see you here. Welcome to our temple!
Maya:
Oh...! Th-Th-Thank you... Ah-Achoo!
???:
Oh my, my, my... Thank you for coming all this way. Come now, come now. You must have been cold.
Phoenix:
What's with the past tense...? We're freezing into human popsicles as we spea--!
???:
Ho ho ho. Well, we are high up in the mountains after all. In any case, we shouldn't speak here. ...Please follow me inside.
Maya:
Th-Thank you. I was starting to think I would pass--
Bikini:
Oh! Yes, yes! I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm the head nun here at the temple. My name is Bikini.
Maya:
B-B-B-Bikini...!?
Bikini:
That's riiight! Actually, that's my "temple" name. What do you think? It's a tradition to have one, and I wanted something that has a nice image to it. So I thought, "Why not choose a bikini?" Besides, it makes me seem younger. Wa ha ha ha! Ho ho ho!
Maya:
It certainly does! Oh, I signed up for your "Special Course"!
Bikini:
Well, my, my, my. Quite brave of you considering how cold it is! Young people can be so reckless with their health! Don't blame me if you become one with those you channel. Wa ha ha! Ho ho ho!
Pearl:
R-Reckless...?
Maya:
"Wa ha ha"...?
Pearl:
Maybe you should take it easy tonight, Mystic Maya... We can come back another day.
Maya:
But you went through all that trouble to get reservations for m--
Bikini:
Yes, yes, yes, that's right! You've come all this way, so please, enjoy yourselves! There's still time before supper, so why don't you have a look around?
Examine
Gate
Maya:
What do you think, Nick? Pretty awesome gate, huh?
Phoenix:
It sure is... It looks pretty well maintained, too. This thing kinda puts your hometown to shame, Maya.
Maya:
Yeah... Well, a lot of things have happened in Kurain Village. We used to be a lot richer, back when people hired us to perform channelings.
Phoenix:
Oh, I see... But now the place looks a bit run down...
Maya:
Hmm... I guess I was just born in the wrong time.
Main Hall
Maya:
That looks like the Main Hall where we'll be staying tonight. From here, it looks like one of those ice hotels you always hear about!
Phoenix:
...They gotta have a heater or something in there, don't you think? I don't wanna die.
Maya:
I'm not worried, I brought my hot-water bottle.
Phoenix:
Did you bring one for me?
Maya:
What are you talking about, Nick? Who carries around 2 hot-water bottles?
Phoenix:
(Brr! If the cold doesn't kill me, the ice queen over here will finish the job...)
Bell tower
Maya:
Oh, look! It's a cute little bell tower! I absolutely love the sound of a giant bell!
Phoenix:
Oh? So, which do you like better? That or the sound of money?
Maya:
...! ...... Sorry, but I'll take money for the win, Nick.
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you apologizing for?
Snowmobile
Maya:
Oh look, it's one of those snow motorcycle things!
Phoenix:
Most people call that a "snowmobile", you know.
Maya:
"Snow motorcycle things", "Snowblowmeal". Same thing. Hmm... Too bad we didn't invite Desirée. I bet she could race like the wind on this "Slowmobile"! Or maybe she'd give me ride on this "Blowsnowbile".
Phoenix:
Argh! I told you, it's "snowmobile"!
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, do you think you could take a look at this?
Bikini:
I may not look like it, but I can tell you I'm very much in demand. And to be quite honest, I'm finding this a little difficult to say...
Pearl:
...What IS she trying to say, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
I think she's trying to say that she's busy.
Maya:
But seriously Nick, what's the deal? Nothing has even happened yet and you're already shoving evidence into people's faces. You need to forget about work and relax a little.
Pearl:
Try to have some fun, OK Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, you're right... (Sure. Pin the hypothermia on the lawyer is great fun!)
February 7
Hazakura TempleMain Hall
Maya:
Brr... It's fr-freezing in here, too! Achoo!
Pearl:
Hee hee. It reminds me of the Meditation Room in Fey Manor!
Phoenix:
...Pearls, you've been in an unusually good mood since we got here.
Pearl:
Well, kids are made of energy, you know!
Phoenix:
As for you, Maya, you look like you're about to catch a bad cold.
Maya:
W-W-Well, I'm not exactly a little kid anymore, I guess. Ah-Achoo!
Phoenix:
(Nngh... Is she going to make it...?)
Examine
Sliding doors
Phoenix:
I bet the writing on these sliding doors are instructions for spirit channeling... Kinda like how we scribbled math formulas on the bathroom walls to remember them. Except we couldn't go to the bathroom during tests... And I can't read these walls.
Objects on the floor
Phoenix:
There are straw zabuton cushions arranged around a hibachi brazier... I haven't seen a layout like this since I saw this really old Japanese movie on TV. ...If it wasn't for this hibachi, they'd probably freeze to death.
Altar
Phoenix:
It's an altar. It looks a bit old, but someone does a good job taking care of it. Speaking of altars, I remember seeing one like this in Kurain Village last year. I guess they really do have something to do with spiritual power after all.
Magatama on the altar
Phoenix:
There's a laughably large Magatama on the altar. If I can see Psyche-Locks with the tiny Magatama I've got... ...I can only imagine what kind of power this bad boy has under his hood!
Left corner near the altar
Phoenix:
It's a stack of straw zabuton cushions. Maya told me this type of zabuton is called "enza"... I suppose if I'd never come here, I'd have missed out on all these new things.
February 7
Suspension Bridge
Maya:
Wow! Look at this broken down old bridge, Nick!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, and look at that big canyon below us.
Maya:
Hey! There's a river down there! It looks like it's flowing real fast! ...What's wrong, Nick? You look like you've seen a ghost!
Phoenix:
I-I'm just not very good with heights...
Maya:
Oh... Hey! I've got it! Maybe you should face your fear and try hurling yourself off the edge? You know! One... Two... Three... Jump! It might be just what you need to get over your fear of heights!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, death is a real good way to overcome phobias alright. Anyway, it sure looks like a rickety bridge.
Maya:
Can't argue there. That's probably why it's called, "Dusty Bridge".
Phoenix:
Read it again, Maya. It says, "Dusky Bridge".
Maya:
Well, it's practically the same thing.
Examine
Cliff on the other side
Phoenix:
It looks like it's about 20 yards to that cliff over there.
Maya:
I guess that's where I'll be training tonight. Do you want to train with me, Nick?
Phoenix:
And do the Special Course? I think not.
Maya:
But it'd be so great if you had spiritual powers, too! (Really? "I see dead people" sounds more like a cause for alarm to me...)
Wooden sign on the left side
Phoenix:
There's a narrow path going off in a different direction than that of the Main Hall.
Maya:
The sign here is so old, the text seems to have vanished.
Phoenix:
The path leads to a wooden staircase that goes down to the bottom of the canyon.
Maya:
OK, I'll write, "wooden staircase" on it then.
Phoenix:
...Do you really think that is necessary? You'd have to be blind not to see the stairs.
Maya:
Well, it can't hurt. Just pass me a pencil, OK?
Phoenix:
Graffiti is a crime, Maya.
Bridge
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Why don't we hop across the bridge. It'll be fun!
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure... It looks like a bunny hopping across the bridge would destroy it.
Maya:
OK, Nick. Then let's try to find a cute little white bunny and test your theory.
Phoenix:
(That right there sums up the fundamental difference between sane and insane.)
Boulder
Phoenix:
Some letters are engraved into a roughly cut boulder.
Maya:
"D-U-S-T-Y Bridge", huh?
Phoenix:
It says, "Dusky"! "Dusky Bridge"! OK?
Maya:
C'mon, Nick! Take a look at that bridge and tell me it's not supposed to be "Dusty"! This sign is obviously wrong, and I'm gonna fix it! Now give me a pencil, Nick!
Phoenix:
Do I look like a pencil holder to you?
Public phone
Maya:
I can't believe there's a public phone here. Who would ever use it?
Phoenix:
The people who live here, I guess. I doubt they have any real phones there.
Maya:
Yeah, but it took like 20 minutes to walk here from the Main Hall! ... It would've been smarter of them to build the Main Hall here, don't you think?
Phoenix:
...Maybe you should work on channeling someone who makes logical sense, Maya.
Hazakura Temple – Main Gate
Talk
Channeling dojo
Phoenix:
Umm... So what's a "channeling dojo" anyway?
Bikini:
Oh my, my, my... You don't even know that?
Maya:
Forgive him, Sister; for he knows not what he is saying.
Bikini:
Well, well, well. Just call me Bikini and forget that "Sister" part. A channeling dojo is basically a spiritual power training ground. We have special holy items prepared here to help people boost their spiritual power.
Phoenix:
H-Holy items...?
Bikini:
If you train an entire evening surrounded by these items... Aaah. It's quite mysterious. The spiritual power of these items seems to envelop you. Wa ha ha ha.
Phoenix:
(Wow, she must have just gotten off the trolley from the land of make-believe...)
Maya:
Um, so what exactly is the "Special Course"...?
Bikini:
You must be incredibly devoted to be interested in that at such a young age! It's a training session where you sit on a block of spirit ice and chant a spell... ...30,000 times! All while being showered in freezing cold spirit water.
Maya:
Eh...?
Bikini:
It's February now, right? You have to be careful this time of the year... If you don't watch it, you'll catch pneumonia or maybe even die of hypothermia... So be careful, you hear? Wa ha ha. Ho ho ho. Ha!
Maya:
How am I supposed to "be careful"...?
Pearl:
Oh no... I knew I shouldn't have signed Mystic Maya up for this...
The other nun
Phoenix:
Umm, Sister... About this picture...
Bikini:
Well, well. Look at that. I must say I look rather divine here, don't you think?
Phoenix:
Oh, um, yeah. Unforgettable in every way.
Bikini:
You mean it? Oh, I knew it! Wa ha ha ha! Ho ho ho ho! The makeup was pretty tough, but Iris helped me out.
Maya:
"Iris"...?
Bikini:
The cute little girl in the photo. She looks just like me, doesn't she? We're just a small temple here, so she and I run the entire place.
Maya:
Really? That kinda sounds like fu--
Phoenix:
Sorry to cut in, but...! This "Iris"... Where is she right now?
Bikini:
Oh! Just listen to you! You haven't come all the way up here just to find a girlfriend, have you?
Pearl:
... *glare*
Phoenix:
No, no, no! Th-That's not what I had in mind at all...
Bikini:
Anyway, Iris is in the Inner Temple preparing for this evening.
Maya:
Inner Temple...?
Bikini:
Yes, yes, that's right. Iris will be back this evening.
Bikini:
Why don't you go have a look at the Main Hall for now? Wa ha. Wa ha ha ha ha.
Phoenix:
(So she's in the Inner Temple, huh...)
After clearing all Talk options at Hazakura Temple - Main Gate:
February 7
Hazakura TempleMain Hall
Maya:
Th-Th-The Main Hall... I th-think it's even c-c-c-colder in here! Achoo!
Pearl:
Ah! Mr. Nick! Do you smell that? It smells like meat and gravy!
Maya:
Yeah, you're right! I guess it's pot roast for tonight! Yum!
Phoenix:
...Weird. I thought they would serve something a little more... well, traditional.
Maya:
What are you talking about, Nick!? You think monks and nuns just sit around eating rice gruel all the time!?
Pearl:
Mystic Maya is right! Ooh! I hope there's mashed potatoes, too! I love mashed potatoes!
???:
Ha ha ha... What a cute little acolyte! Greetings to all of you.
Phoenix:
Oh... Um, hello. (Wow, this lady makes Maya look like a 6.8/10 on the weirdness scale.)
Maya:
Your outfit... Did you come here for the Special Course, too...?
???:
Ha, ha, ha... Unfortunately, no. Actually, I'm...
Pearl:
Aaaaaaaaaah! Y-You're...! Y-You're...! You're Ms. Elise Deauxnim!
Elise:
Yes, that's right... You know of me?
Pearl:
M-M-My name... My name is Pearl Fey! I-I'm your biggest fan!
Maya:
Who is she, Nick?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I see it now... Zvarri! A fortune-teller...?
Pearl:
I-I've got all your books, Ms. Deauxnim!
Elise:
Ha, ha, ha... What a sweet thing to say. And please, call me Elise.
Phoenix:
Um, "books"...?
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, don't you know anything!? Don't you even know who this is?
Phoenix:
Well, um... ...An author, maybe?
Elise:
Yes, and an illustrator. ...Of picture books.
Maya:
Picture books, huh? Oh, now I get it...
Talk
Elise Deauxnim
Phoenix:
Um... I'm sorry I didn't know who you are. I don't get a lot of chances to really enjoy picture books.
Elise:
It's alright. I take no offense to that. My books are nothing but simple stories for children.
Pearl:
And really beautiful pictures too, Ms. Elise! Your books always make me feel as if my heart has been purified.
Elise:
Ha ha ha... It makes me feel very happy to hear you say that.
Phoenix:
(I do have to admit... She certainly seems like a kind, sensitive lady.)
Pearl:
Ms. Elise won an award last year for her book, "The Magic Bottle"!
Elise:
Yes... A friend of mine secretly submitted a story I had written to a publisher. They liked it so much that they asked if it was alright to make it into a book.
Phoenix:
Wow... It must have been a really great story.
Maya:
...Maybe I should try to write a children's book, too. If I do, you can secretly send it to a publisher for me, Nick.
Elise:
Recently, I've accepted a sort of... apprentice you might say.
Phoenix:
An apprentice?
Elise:
He calls himself Laurice... Laurice Deauxnim. I believe he's off doing some landscape sketches now... On Laurice's behalf as well, I'd like to thank you for your support.
Pearl:
Of course, Ms. Elise! Anything for you!
Elise:
Ha ha ha...
Why come here?
Pearl:
Um... Why did you come to Hazakura Temple, Ms. Elise? Are you here... to do some spiritual training?
Elise:
Ha ha ha... No, that's not it. I'm actually here to gather materials for a new book I'm working on.
Pearl:
Wow! I-I can't wait to read it!
Phoenix:
(Pearls is completely taken with her...)
Elise:
I wanted to do a book with a more Japanese feel to it this time.
Phoenix:
...So is that why you're dressed like you are?
Elise:
The children have a certain image of me in their minds. I don't want to disappoint them...
Phoenix:
(What can I say... She's really a sweet lady...)
Pearl:
Wow, Ms. Elise, you're dressed up like a mountain nun!
Elise:
Yes. The good people here were kind enough to let me borrow this... I'm wearing training clothes underneath my robe, as well.
Maya:
...I want a staff like that.
Elise:
You like the crystal sphere? It's real amethyst, you know.
Maya:
Maybe we'll find one like that up here on this mountain. Good luck, Nick! I know you'll find me one!
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Ms. Deauxnim? What do you think about this?
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Do you think Ms. Elise is a suspect?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Pearl:
You may be Mystic Maya's special someone, but I won't let you do this to Ms. Elise!
Phoenix:
(A suspect? Why would I suspect her of anything? It's not like anything's happened.)
Maya:
Isn't it cute, Nick? Pearly's getting all overprotective of her new friend.
After clearing all Talk options:
Elise:
Well, you'll have to excuse me now... I have to go help with the dinner preparations.
Pearl:
Wow! You mean you're cooking dinner tonight?
Elise:
That's right. Would you like to help too, Pearl?
Pearl:
Yes, yes! I want to help with whatever I can!
Phoenix:
(Pearls looks like she just won the lottery...)
Maya:
Oh, I'll help too, then...
Elise:
...No, it's fine. Please don't worry about it. Feel free to relax and explore the area with your friend.
Maya:
Huh!? But...
Elise:
...Oh, yes! Please take this. I think it will be of help to you. It's a map of the area. We wouldn't want you to get lost now, would we?
Phoenix:
(The "Inner Temple"... There it is, on the other side of the bridge...) Well, if you insist, I guess we'll take this chance to go check out the other temple.
Hazakura Temple Map added to the Court Record.
Pearl:
OK! I'll see you two later then! Remember! You're not allowed to fight!
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Let's go! At least we'll stay warm if we keep moving!
February 7
Hazakura TempleMain Gate
Maya:
Huh? Where did Sister Bikini go? 
Phoenix:
I guess she went to the Inner Temple... To go help that other nun out.
Maya:
Oh, right... I think her name is... Iris?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah... That was it. (I want to find out who Iris really is, but I'm scared of what I'll find...)
Maya:
...?
February 7
Inner Temple Gate
Maya:
Whoa, that bridge was shaking like jello in an earthquake.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
And at least half of the wood on that rickety bridge was rotting, I'd bet.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Not to mention the last part only had like one board left on it!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
What's wrong with you? Your face is all green.
Phoenix:
C-Can you not pick on me for a second? I'm still trying to get over the shock that we made it safely across that death trap.
Maya:
Yeah, I guess I'm a bit surprised, too... Yikes! That "temple" is in bad shape. It looks like it could collapse anytime...
Phoenix:
I guess people don't use it too often. Is this really where you're going to train tonight?
Maya:
That has to be it. It's kinda creepy around here... Like a ghost might jump out at you or something!
Phoenix:
(A spirit medium afraid of ghosts...? Isn't it ironic, don't you think?)
Examine
Bridge
Phoenix:
I don't care how much you pay me, I don't want to cross that bridge again.
Maya:
No worries, Nick. No one is offering you any money.
Phoenix:
That's because no reasonable person would call that pile of popsicle sticks a bridge! The latter half of it was nothing more than a few planks of wood and some string!
Maya:
Hey, if we want to get back, we've got no choice but to cross it again, you know.
Phoenix:
... Maybe I'll just stay... I've always dreamed of living in a little shack in the woods.
Maya:
...Wow, you really are scared, aren't you?
Suspension wire
Maya:
It looks like this bridge is suspended by 4 of these wires.
Phoenix:
...They're reeeally thin. Shouldn't they be just a little thicker...?
Maya:
Oh, stop it! You're such a worrywart, Nick! If the bridge were really going to collapse... ...I'm pretty sure the boards would break before these wires ever did!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
What's wrong? You're turning into an over-ripe avocado again.
Buddha statues
Maya:
Oh, wow! Look at these neat Buddha statues. Maybe I'll take one home with me.
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
But there are so many. They wouldn't notice if I took just one.
Phoenix:
Are you kidding? Of course they'll notice! What are you gonna do with one of those anyway?
Maya:
Put it in the office of course! We can trade that wooden statue in the office reception area for one of these!
Phoenix:
(You know, come to think of it, where did that wooden statue come from anyway...?)
Incinerator
Maya:
Hey! There's a giant robot buried in the snow!
Phoenix:
... Well, there's something buried in the snow, but... I think it's an incinerator.
Maya:
Oh... Hee hee. But you've gotta admit it looks a lot like a robot.
Phoenix:
Um, sure... Anyway, I don't think it gets used much. It's looking pretty rusty.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Do you think this Giant Robo-cinerator can walk?
Phoenix:
I told you! It's not a robot! ...And it's not especially big either.
Maya:
Bah, you have no imagination. I thought it'd be real neat if you had to beat it to advance.
Phoenix:
(A fight between a lawyer and an overgrown furnace? Who'd ever pay to see that!?)
Yellow gate
Maya:
Hey! A half-opened gate! That's practically a welcome mat!
Phoenix:
Yeah, except the sign on here says, "No Entry".
Maya:
Umm, Nick. Rules are made to be broken, you know.
Phoenix:
...You expect a lawyer to go along with that?
Maya:
Oh, come on! You're such an old lady sometimes! Let's just go!
Phoenix:
Don't blame it on me when Sister Bikini puts a curse on you.
Maya:
... Now you've got me scared. Um, let's just forget about it, OK?
Wooden log on left
Maya:
Looks like there's something written on it.
Phoenix:
I can't read it, but if I had to take a good guess, I'd say it says, "Inner Temple".
Maya:
What's the point of a sign if you can't read it? Must be tough for the mailman when he's delivering here.
Phoenix:
(I guess the sign is a good indication of how long this place has been here...)
Gate
Maya:
So that's the Inner Temple up ahead, huh?
Phoenix:
It looks kinda run-down.
Maya:
Well, it wouldn't be very temple-like if it was all bright and shiny.
Phoenix:
So you're training here tonight, huh?
Maya:
Yup! Then everyone'll see my spiritual powers!
...Uuurrrgh...ggnngh...ggh...
Phoenix:
Sounds like your stomach wants to show off its digestive powers instead...
Maya:
I wonder if that roast is ready yet?
February 7
Inner TempleTraining Hall
Phoenix:
Man, look at this place... It's just a tiny, freezing-cold room. So this is where you'll both be training, huh...
Maya:
Huh? What do you mean, "both"? I'm the only one.
Phoenix:
Really? But I thought...
Maya:
Pearly's just a little kid. She couldn't handle this kind of intense training.
Phoenix:
(So says the girl who I can barely hear over her bones chattering...)
Maya:
Anyway... The real training room must be behind that door over there. Yeah, I get the feeling it's back there, definitely.
Phoenix:
(If only because the cavern behind that door is giving off a real supernatural feel...)
???:
Um... Excuse me, but... Who are you...? ...Ah! ...
Phoenix:
Y-You're...
Maya:
Hi there! We're just looking around since we're going to be staying here tonight...
???:
...
Maya:
...? Is something wrong?
???:
Uh, er, no! It-It's nothing...
Maya:
I wonder why she spaced out like that. Don't you, Nick?
Phoenix:
Uh... D-Did you say something, M-Maya?
Maya:
... Not you too, Nick...
Iris:
I... M-My name is Iris. I'm one of the nuns here at this temple.
Maya:
I'm Maya Fey. It's a pleasure to meet you!
Iris:
The pleasure is mine... ... Oh, er, please excuse me! I have some... um, chores to attend to.
Maya:
She sure is beautiful... and a bit spacey, I guess... I guess she's just not used to talking with urban sophisticates like us.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Nick?
Phoenix:
(That girl... It-It can't be, but...)
Maya:
...?
Examine
Dresser drawers
Maya:
Look at this antique dresser. I wonder if there's anything valuable inside. Let's have a look... Hmph... Nothing! Just a bunch of clothes. Hey, Nick.
Phoenix:
... Huh! Oh, sorry. I was just... thinking.
Maya:
Oh? About Iris, I bet! Looks like you've been bitten by the love bug, Nick!
Sacred cavern entrance
Maya:
The actual training area must be on the other side of this door. I wonder what it's like. Phooey... It's locked. Come on, Nick! You know you want to open it for me!
Phoenix:
...I can't.
Maya:
... You've been in kind of a bad mood lately, haven't you, Nick? ...Zvarri! I know what it is! I-R-I-S.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Ha ha ha ha ha! ♪Iris and Nick, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!♪
Hanging scroll
Phoenix:
(A hanging scroll... It doesn't look that old either...)
Maya:
AAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAACK! Wh-What is it!? Why did you scream like that!?
Maya:
Th-This scroll...! It-It's my mother...
Phoenix:
Wh... Whaaaaaaaat!?
Maya:
...It's Misty Fey. The Master of the Kurain School of Channeling...
Phoenix:
Are... Are you sure?
Maya:
Yes... The crest at the top of the scroll... That's the special mark of the Master of our tradition.
Phoenix:
(So that's what the mark means...)
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
What is it?
Maya:
N-Nothing... It's just that... I last saw her over 15 years ago... If it wasn't for that crest... I wouldn't have even known it was her. My own mother... And I can't even recognize her face.
Phoenix:
Maya...
Hanging Scroll added to the Court Record.
Hanging scroll (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It's a hanging wall scroll showing Maya's mother, Misty Fey. It's not that old. That crest at the top is the official mark of the Master. I wonder if this temple has some sort of connection to 
the Fey family...
Maya:
I think it does, actually. Supposedly, it was founded by a branch family member of the Kurain School.
Phoenix:
(I'll have to ask Bikini in more detail when I get the chance... About Maya... And the Fey family in general.)
After examining hanging scroll at Inner Temple - Training Hall:
February 7
Dusky Bridge
Maya:
Whew, we managed to make it across Dusty Bridge.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Nick, you look green. Are you feeling alright?
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Hey! What's wrong with you? Ever since we met Sister Iris at the Training Hall, you've been really quiet.
Phoenix:
Huh!? Oh, um. Sorry...
???:
Hey, you! ...Wait up!
Maya:
...? You think he's yelling at us?
Phoenix:
He must be. There's no one else around...
???:
Would you mind moving? You're standing right in my way. ... Ah!
Maya:
Hey! I know you! You're...
???:
Whoa! Sorry! Gotta run! ...See ya!
Phoenix:
H-Hey! Wait a minute!
???:
Oh, uh, nice to meet you. ...I'm Laurice Deauxnim.
Phoenix:
Liar! You're Larry! Your clothes may change, but you're still the Butz.
Butz:
Shaddup! I'm... I'm... Lauriiiiice! And I'm just here to do a sketch of Dusky Bridge!
Maya:
So... it really is our Larry. ...Not that I get why he's pretending to be someone else.
Talk
Laurice Deauxnim
Phoenix:
So what are you doing with the last name, "Deauxnim"?
Butz:
Well I... I just... I wanted to start over again! With a clean slate!
Maya:
A clean slate...?
Butz:
You remember don't you? Last time?
Phoenix:
(The Mask☆DeMasque case...)
Butz:
After that, I started to realize I didn't like this guy known as Larry Butz! And that's when I came across it... The book of destiny!
Maya:
The "book of destiny"...? Do you mean...?
Butz:
"The Magic Bottle"! By Ms. Elise Deauxnim! It's so beautiful... So moving... So... So gentle. My heart felt cleansed! I-I was saved!
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should buy a copy of "The Magic Bottle"...)
Maya:
Wow, Larry would make a great book salesman! I really want to get that book now, too!
Elise Deauxnim
Butz:
She's the most wonderful person I've ever met! I'd follow her anywhere!
Maya:
Well, she certainly is a very elegant lady.
Butz:
You see? You see? Here's a photo I took of her in secret!
Maya:
Wow! That's a beautiful photo!
Butz:
You want a copy, don't you? It's OK... I just happened to have made extra prints!
Photo of Elise added to the Court Record.
Picture books
Phoenix:
Still, it's kinda hard to imagine you as a picture book illustrator... So tell the truth. You must have some kind of ulterior motive, right?
Butz:
Wh-What're you talking about!? I don't... I don't trust anyone anymore... Especially not women!
Maya:
...Talk about a bad case of denial.
Phoenix:
Anyway... Can you even draw well enough to make a picture book?
Butz:
Art isn't only about technical skill, you know. It's also about having a pure heart!
Phoenix:
And that's why I'm asking. Can you draw well enough to make a whole book?
Butz:
...! Hmm... Now that you mention it... I wonder.
Maya:
It looks like you still have some doubt in your heart.
Butz:
It's true, I do... But when I first saw her, I felt it! Something inside me ended, and something else began.
Maya:
Oh Larry, it sounds like you've fallen in love with Ms. Elise Deauxnim!
Butz:
No! Y-You're wrong! It's not her... It's the other girl!
Phoenix:
"Other girl"...? Uh oh... (I got a bad feeling about this...)
Present
Maya Fey profile
Butz:
Wow! You're even cuter than the last time I saw you.
Maya:
Oh, really!?
Butz:
Yeah, you look like a totally different person! Don't you think so, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Maybe it's 'cause we're always together, but she looks pretty much the same to me.)
Mia Fey profile
Butz:
Hey, I remember her! That's Maya's big sister!
Maya:
Wow! You really do remember!
Butz:
Yeah, who could forget! A couple of gorgeous sisters! Hubba hubba!
Maya:
You hear that, Nick! Gorgeous!
Phoenix:
(Oh yeah... That's right. When I defended Larry... Mia was still alive...)
Pearl Fey profile
Butz:
I haven't seen her in a while, so I bet she's gotten a lot bigger.
Phoenix:
Well, it's only been 5 months since we celebrated Ron's non-guilty verdict.
Butz:
Maybe so, but kids these days grow up so fast.
Phoenix:
...She hasn't changed a bit as far as I can tell.
Butz:
Come on, Nick... I really doubt that. You just don't know 'cause you don't pay enough attention, that's all.
Phoenix:
(Sometimes I really worry about what goes on inside this guy's head...)
Bikini profile
Maya:
She seems really motherly, doesn't she?
Butz:
What do you mean "seems" motherly? She IS my mother.
Maya:
...She's your WHAT!?
Butz:
I'm gonna have to take a pass on answering that one.
Phoenix:
(Wait a second. Why is he getting off so easy this time...!?)
Elise Deauxnim profile
Butz:
Elise is really something. She's like a mother to me.
Phoenix:
Yeah, you can tell from the kindness reflected in her eyes.
Butz:
When I first looked into her eyes, I just couldn't help it. I started blabbing about all the bad things I had done in my life. She just laughed that gentle laugh of hers and listened!
Phoenix:
(Are you sure she wasn't just laughing at you...?)
Iris profile
Butz:
Whoo yeah! Her! My little Iris!
Maya:
She's really pretty.
Butz:
This girl... She's perfect! She's exactly my type! I wonder if she would model for me. I want to draw a portrait of her.
Maya:
Yeah, you always liked those model types, didn't you Larry? ...Hey, wait a sec! Didn't you say you were swearing off women...?
Butz:
Huh!? Yeah, that's right. Of course I have! I have... basically. But...
Maya:
"But"...?
Butz:
But... Iris is different. I feel like... I feel like I still have one chance left at the dream...
Phoenix:
(This guy will never change.)
Anything else
Butz:
Hey, I know I may not look like it, but I'm an artist. I refuse to look at anything that doesn't have a radiant or beautiful motif.
Phoenix:
(Picky, picky, aren't you...?)
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Iris profile:
Pearl:
Everyone!
Maya:
Hey! Pearly!
Pearl:
Dinner preparations are complete! Please come quickly to the Main Hall!
Maya:
Alright! I can't wait to dig in, Pearly!
Pearl:
I'm going to go to the Inner Temple and call Sister Iris! I also want to have a look at where Mystic Maya is going to be training...
February 7, 7:46 PM
Hazakura TempleMain Hall
Maya:
Boy am I stuffed...
Phoenix:
Are you sure it's alright to eat that much before your training?
Maya:
Well, this kind of training is a battle of endurance.
Pearl:
Mystic Maya... Please don't do anything that might put your health at risk.
Maya:
Ha ha ha. No pain, no gain, I guess.
Pearl:
Nngh... I'm still worried about you...
Bikini:
Well, well, well. Let's not dilly-dally shilly-shally. You must get ready for tonight.
Elise:
Good luck. ...Maya.
Maya:
Alright! Here I go! I'll see you all tomorrow, I guess!
Bikini:
Iris, please ring the bell at 10:00 for lights out, alright?
Iris:
Yes, Sister Bikini.
Bikini:
And then, after you ring the bell, I want you to come join us at the Training Hall.
Iris:
I understand, Sister Bikini.
Phoenix:
(Maya and Bikini really seem excited about this training thing tonight...)
Elise:
...Well, Pearl? What are you going to do tonight?
Pearl:
Well, umm...
Elise:
If you'd like, you can come to my room. Perhaps we can read some books together.
Pearl:
R-Really!? I'd love to! I, umm... I'm not very good at reading.
Elise:
Ha ha ha. Well then, would you like to practice reading with me?
Pearl:
Ah! I'd love to!
Phoenix:
(Pearls is absolutely smitten with Ms. Deauxnim...) So Larry, what are you going to do?
Butz:
Huh... Me? Um, well... I'm just gonna hang out in my room. I can't stand the cold at all.
Phoenix:
(I totally hear you there.)
Pearl:
Um, Ms. Elise? So, for example, how do you read this?
Elise:
It says, "gravely"... That's kind of a tough word.
Pearl:
Oh! OK! And what about this word?
Elise:
That's another tough one. It says, "roast".
Phoenix:
(What kind of a book is she reading anyway...?)
Pearl:
Well, I'm going to go wash the dishes and help clean up. I'll go visit you when I'm done, Ms. Elise!
Phoenix:
(Well, not much to do except head to my room and huddle under the covers, I guess...)
February 7, 9:12 PMHazakura TempleMain Hall
Phoenix:
(Ugh... It's a whole different type of cold up here in the mountains! Argh... Why couldn't the nearest bathroom be just a little closer to my room...?)
???:
...Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yaaaaaaah! Oh! Ah, Ms. Deauxnim! Are you going to use the bathroom, too?
Elise:
Um, no. But... Have you seen Pearl?
Phoenix:
No... Not since after dinner. I thought she said she was going to go to your room...
Elise:
I know... But she never showed up. I-I'm going to go look for her. ...Excuse me.
Phoenix:
(Ms. Elise Deauxnim... A woman as mysterious in origin as her last name... But... The really mysterious one is...)
Iris:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Ah...! S-Sister Iris...!
Iris:
G... G-Good evening...
Phoenix:
(The real mysterious one is this girl...!)
Iris:
Um, are you on your way to the bathroom too, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(...I can't let this chance pass me by! I should try to talk with her... And maybe get some answers.)
Move
Phoenix:
...It's freezing cold out there. And dark, too. There's nothing I need to do, so I think I'll just stay roasty-toasty in here.
Talk
Iris
Phoenix:
Um... You're Sister Iris, right?
Iris:
...Yes.
Phoenix:
S-So... um, when did you come to Hazakura Temple?
Iris:
... I don't remember. Ever since I was a small child, the temple has been my home.
Phoenix:
So you've never left?
Iris:
Well, I don't have any family left to take care of me... Sister Bikini... I've come to think of her as my real mother, as it were.
Phoenix:
Ah, I see... But you... Didn't you go to college? ...And maybe enroll with the Ivy University Literature Department?
Iris:
No, I never had an interest in going to a big university like that... My training is all the education I need.
Phoenix:
I... I see...
Iris:
But... Once in a while, when I get the chance, I make a trip to the nearby town. I can use a computer and a cell phone, too.
Phoenix:
... (That's not exactly something worth bragging about... But I don't see any Psyche-Locks... ...so I guess that means she's not lying...)
Iris:
P-Please don't stare at me like that...
Hazakura Temple
Phoenix:
What kind of a place is this anyway? I heard it's for training to increase your spiritual power or something like that.
Iris:
It must seem awfully crazy to normal people like you.
Phoenix:
Well, I have to admit it is a whole different world up here...
Iris:
I'm glad to hear you say that.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Iris:
Talking with dead people... Who does it help anyway? ...I hate it.
Phoenix:
R-Really? (So then why stay in a place like this...?)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
(Instead of showing her things, I really need to just listen to her story! This girl... Just who is she?)
After clearing all Talk options:
Iris:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Is something wrong?
Iris:
I-I didn't realize it was so late. I have to go and ring the bell for lights out...
Phoenix:
(I guess it's almost 10:00 now, huh?)
Iris:
... Um... Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
...Yes?
Iris:
If it's alright with you... I would like you to have this.
Phoenix:
But this is your hood...
Iris:
It has the power to protect you from evil spirits.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, Sister Bikini was wearing one of these, too...)
Iris:
I pray for your safety on this dark, cold night.
Iris's Hood received from Iris.
Iris:
I'm sorry, but I must bid you goodnight.
Phoenix:
Wait a minute, Sister Iris...
Iris:
Y-Yes...?
Phoenix:
Just now, you called me by my name... You said, "Mr. Wright". How did you know my name? I never introduced myself to you.
Iris:
Th-That's...
Phoenix:
...Sister Iris. Please, tell me the truth. You and I... Have we ever met before?
Iris:
...
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
I-Iris...
Iris:
O-Oh! It-It's almost 10:00... Perhaps we can speak again... tomorrow.
*gong* *gong* *gong*
Phoenix:
(So my hunch was correct... She does know me... I'll have to try to talk with her again tomorrow... ......... ...... ...)
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
(Wh-What the...!? That blood-curdling scream came from the courtyard!)
February 7, 11:06 PM
Hazakura TempleCourtyard
Phoenix:
(That scream... I'm sure it came from around here...) ...Aaaah! (S-Someone's there... On the ground...!) M-Ms. Deauxniiiiiim!
...*squish*
Phoenix:
(...I just stepped on something soft.)
Bikini:
Hey! Don't step on my tummy like that!
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you doing lying there in the snow!?
Bikini:
I was passed out! What do you think!?
Phoenix:
So that blood-curdling scream was you...?
Bikini:
F-Forget about that! H-Hurry up and call the police!
Phoenix:
Is there even a phone in the Main Hall?
Bikini:
No, but we still get reception up here in the mountains! You must have a cell phone on you, right!?
Phoenix:
I, um... I didn't bring it with me--
Bikini:
Oh, you're useless! I mean, even Iris has a cell phone... We've got no choice! You'll have to use the public phone by Dusky Bridge! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Run as fast as you can!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, ma'am...
Bikini:
If you don't hurry, Iris will... Iris will...!
February 7, 11:18 PM
Dusky Bridge
Phoenix:
...*huff*...*huff*... (It's farther than I thought. The bridge is just up ahead. I have to go tell Maya what happened, too!) ............ ...Aaaaaaaaaah! Dusky Bridge...! It's burning down! (What the heck happened!?)
Butz:
What are you doing here?
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaah!
Butz:
Huh? What is it? Is it me?
Phoenix:
D-Don't scare me like that, Larry! I almost had a heart attack!
Butz:
My name isn't Larry! It's Laurice!
Phoenix:
Larry, hurry up and call the police! I'm going to the Inner Temple!
Butz:
D-Don't be stupid! The bridge is nothing but a burning wreck right now!
Phoenix:
Listen to me! There's been a murder! Here! At Hazakura Temple!
Butz:
Wha-Whaaaaat!?
Phoenix:
The murderer might have fled across the bridge! I have to make sure Maya is safe!
Butz:
B-B-But...
Phoenix:
Please! Call the police! I've got to go! ...Get outta my way, Larry!
Butz:
It-It's too dangerous! Nick, w-wait!
Phoenix:
(I must have been crazy... I knew how dangerous it was, but I still went for it...)
...*crack!*...
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Butz:
Niiiiiick----!
Phoenix:
(Weakened even more by the fire, the rickety old bridge's planks snapped and gave way. And as I was swallowed by the eternal darkness that surrounded me... ...a final, terrified scream rose up to pierce the frozen air of that harrowing night.)
To be continued.
Date: ??? Time: ???
Location: ???
Phone:
*RIIING*... *RIIING*...
???:
(Who could that be at this time of night...?)
Phone:
...*beep*...
Edgeworth:
...Yes? Edgeworth speaking...
Butz:
Edgey! Get up! It's an emergency!
Edgeworth:
...Huh? Larry...? Do you know what time it is?
Butz:
It's not "Larry"! It's "Laurice"! Laurice Deauxnim!
Edgeworth:
(... This is nothing more than a terrible nightmare... I'll just roll over and...)
Butz:
W-Wait! Don't hang up! ...It's an emergency! It's Nick! H-He... He took a really nasty spill!
Edgeworth:
Well, it wouldn't be the first time, so...
Butz:
I'm not joking! His life is in danger!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What...!? What happened!? Tell me!
Butz:
Talk about a guy with bad luck! He may already be dead! Anyway, you've got to come back! You're the only one that can help! My Iris... My beautiful Iris! She needs help...!
Edgeworth:
Alright. I don't know what's going on, but... I'll be there as soon as I can.
Butz:
I-I'm at the detention center! Please! Hurryyyyyy!
Phone:
...*beep*...
Edgeworth:
(It's been one year since I left that country... I thought I wouldn't have to see him again for a while... Sounds like it won't be a pretty reunion... As if I expected anything to change.)
February 8, 2:19 PM
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Butz:
You're late, Edgey! What took you so long!?
Edgeworth:
I don't want to hear it! I chartered a private jet to come as quickly as I could!
Butz:
Well, you should've chartered a faster one! Anyway, just listen! Something happened to Ms. Elise... and Nick is... Maya... and Iris's Bikini... ...Huh? Say something, Edgey!
Edgeworth:
...Before I came here, I stopped in at the hospital where Wright is. I believe I have a better understanding of the situation than you, at this point. The murder victim was the picture book author, Ms. Elise Deauxnim. She was found by Wright and the head nun. The suspect is the temple's younger nun. Then later, while Wright was crossing the bridge, it broke and he fell into the river. The hospital says that he'll need at least 2 days of bed rest.
Butz:
Y-Yes! Th-That's right! You got it! B-But they arrested her... My sweet little Iris!
Edgeworth:
(And here I was, convinced HE was the one the police had arrested...) However... I still don't understand what these two items are for.
Butz:
What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
They're things Wright gave to me when I was leaving his room. (This is the first... He said some nonsense about being able to see into people's hearts with this... And the other... He couldn't possibly be asking what I think he is... could he?)
Butz:
I'm begging you! Iris's trial starts tomorrow! With Nick out of the picture, you're all I've got left! You're the only one that can represent her!
Edgeworth:
... What did you just say?
Butz:
You know! REPRESENT! DEFEND! What were you expecting!? Why do you think I called you anyway!?
Edgeworth:
...I'm a prosecutor, Larry. A prosecutor. Do YOU understand what I'm saying? A prosecutor is a lawyer who...
Butz:
Don't talk to me like a kid! I graduated from junior high, you know! Don't worry about it! I promise I won't tell!
Edgeworth:
But I...
Butz:
I mean, I heard a paper badge had no problem fooling an entire court before!
Edgeworth:
(...How could this country's judicial system have fallen into such decay!?)
Butz:
Please, Edgey! At least listen to her... Listen to Iris's side of the story!
Edgeworth:
(So Wright wasn't joking when he gave me this badge after all...)
Iris:
Thank you for coming. ...My name is Iris.
Edgeworth:
...Edgeworth. Miles Edgeworth. I don't know if I can be of any help, but... ...I will at least hear what you have to say. ...About the murder.
Iris:
Um...
Edgeworth:
...?
Iris:
M-Mr. Wright! H-H-How is he? Mr. Laurice said that he... That he might even die...
Edgeworth:
... Fortunately, he will be fine. (Larry, you moron! How could you say something like that!?) He was badly bruised when he hit the water, but otherwise he is unharmed.
Iris:
... Thank goodness...
Edgeworth:
But, he's caught some kind of nasty cold.
Iris:
A cold...?
Edgeworth:
He's running a high fever and is drifting in and out of consciousness.
Iris:
...
Edgeworth:
(I must be imagining things. This woman... I feel like I've met her before...)
Examine
Surveillance camera
Edgeworth:
The camera is glaring at me. "If something glares at you, it's only polite to return the favor," is what I was taught. ...
Iris:
Um... Is something bothering you?
Edgeworth:
...Hm? Oh, e-excuse me.
Guard
Edgeworth:
The guard is glaring at me. "If something glares at you, it's only polite to return the favor," is what I was taught. ...
Iris:
Um... Are you alright, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...Hm? Oh, e-excuse me.
Move
Edgeworth:
...Going to a crime scene is akin to entering a jungle teeming with dangerous beasts. Before he goes there, a hunter needs to make sure he has plenty of ammunition. And in my case, that 
ammunition is called, "information".
Talk
Iris
Edgeworth:
Pardon me... Iris. I would like to ask you something, if you don't mind. I have the distinct feeling you and I have met before...
Iris:
I-It must be your imagination, Mr. Edgeworth. After all... I hardly ever leave Hazakura Temple.
Edgeworth:
Hazakura Temple? What's that?
Iris:
It's a place where those who wish to boost their spiritual power come to train. You need to undergo some very difficult training to release your inner spiritual power.
Edgeworth:
Spiritual power...? Did you go to that temple for that reason as well?
Iris:
No... I don't have any spiritual powers. I don't need them.
Edgeworth:
In that case, what are you doing at that temple then?
Iris:
... I... I've committed some sins. Sins that I need to pay for. That's why I'm there, and why I continue to train... To purify my soul.
The night of the crime
Edgeworth:
I want to ask you about last night... The night of the crime.
Iris:
Alright... I helped to clean up after dinner, and then went back to my room at about 8:00. Later, I left my room to ring the lights out bell at 10:00.
Edgeworth:
Bell...?
Iris:
...We ring it at the same time each night.
Edgeworth:
I see... And then?
Iris:
A-And then...
Edgeworth:
...?
Iris:
I was told to go to the Training Hall, but... I went back to my room... and stayed there...
Edgeworth:
Why didn't you go to the Training Hall like you were asked to?
Iris:
...I-I was frightened.
Edgeworth:
("Frightened"...?)
Iris:
So I just stayed in my room and meditated... until the murder happened.
Edgeworth:
(There's more to her story.  I just know there is. Maybe  I should dig a little deeper.)
Frightened? (appears after "The night of the crime")
Edgeworth:
You were asked to go to the Training Hall on the night of the murder?
Iris:
Yes...
Edgeworth:
However... You didn't go. Because you say you were frightened. What exactly were you so frightened of?
Iris:
...!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What in the world!?)
Iris:
Um... Is there something wrong?
Edgeworth:
...I'm sorry. It's nothing. (It looks like she's not aware of them herself... These must be what Wright was talking about... The "Psycholocks"! I believe he said that I need to present this "Magatama" item to do something...)
Iris:
...?
Frightened? (subsequent times)
Iris:
I... I don't like to walk alone at night. And, last night was...
Edgeworth:
What about last night?
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Iris:
Er, oh... nothing. It's rather silly...
Edgeworth:
So there was something special about last night, hmm?
Iris:
Nngh...
Edgeworth:
(It looks like I have no choice but to break these locks...)
Any idea? (before clearing "Frightened?" Talk option)
Edgeworth:
So do you have any idea as to what really occurred last night?
Iris:
...I think it was the result of the tremendous spiritual power that was unleashed.
Edgeworth:
Spiritual power...?
Iris:
Yes. Spiritual training has been a cause behind many great tragedies. This incident was just another example...
Edgeworth:
...Iris, I'm sorry, but I can't accept that. I'm a man of science. I don't believe in "spiritual power".
Iris:
Yes... I understand. Most people don't.
Edgeworth:
And I am certain that the thing that killed the victim was a human. So please, answer me this simple question... Were you the one who killed Elise Deauxnim?
Iris:
... No. I'm not the one who took her life.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (That was foolish of me... It's not as if I can know for certain if she is telling me the truth...)
Any idea? (after clearing "Frightened?" Talk option)
Edgeworth:
So do you have any idea as to what really occurred last night?
Iris:
...I think it was the result of the tremendous spiritual power that was unleashed.
Edgeworth:
Spiritual power...?
Iris:
Yes. Spiritual training has been a cause behind many great tragedies. This incident was just another example...
Edgeworth:
...Iris, I'm sorry, but I can't accept that. I'm a man of science. I don't believe in "spiritual power".
Iris:
Yes... I understand. Most people don't.
Edgeworth:
And I am certain that the thing that killed the victim was a human. So please, answer me this simple question... Were you the one who killed Elise Deauxnim?
Iris:
... No. I'm not the one who took her life.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (Those Psycholock things aren't appearing... I suppose that means I can believe that she's not lying.) ...Heh.
Iris:
What's wrong?
Edgeworth:
(I can't believe what I'm thinking... And here I just finished saying that I don't believe in spiritual power...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Iris:
Is that an attorney's badge?
Edgeworth:
Yes, this belongs to Wright.
Iris:
Really?
Edgeworth:
I'm actually a prosecutor.
Iris:
Oh...! Then why do you have a defense attorney's badge pinned on your lapel...?
Edgeworth:
Well, you see... I, um... I borrowed it.
Hanging Scroll
Edgeworth:
Who is the woman on this hanging scroll?
Iris:
Well, I don't know the details, but... I've heard she's the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Edgeworth:
M-Master?
Iris:
Yes. Mystic Misty. She was a great spirit medium. ...That's what I've heard. I also heard that she went missing over 15 years ago.
Edgeworth:
... Spirit mediums... There's no such thing anyway...
Iris:
Mr. Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
I know all about them... They're nothing but frauds!
Iris:
...?
Edgeworth:
(She doesn't know anything about it, of course... But there was a time, 17 years ago, when I met the "Master" myself...)
Iris's Hood
Iris:
That's called a "Demon-Warding Hood". ...I gave that to Mr. Wright last night.
Edgeworth:
He was wearing this when I saw him at the hospital today.
Iris:
It's an important item for protecting acolytes from evil spirits.
Edgeworth:
If it's so important, then why did you give it to him?
Iris:
Last night... I felt... something... I felt that something terrible was about to happen... I... I didn't want Mr. Wright to fall into its grip.
Edgeworth:
(Well he wound up falling into something much deeper and colder... I probably shouldn't say that out loud, though. Thank god for inner monologue.)
"Oh! Cult!" New Year's Issue
Iris:
...I was against the idea of our temple appearing in that magazine. I was afraid that... this type of a tragedy might occur.
Edgeworth:
In that case, why did you allow them to run an article about you?
Iris:
It was Sister Bikini... She's actually rather fond of attention... Surprisingly so.
Edgeworth:
(She certainly does look rather happy in this photo...)
Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Iris:
That's Mystic Elise Deauxnim. She's a picture book author, or so I've heard.
Edgeworth:
Does she come to Hazakura Temple often...?
Iris:
No... This was her first time. It's just that...
Edgeworth:
...?
Iris:
She was a very important visitor.
Edgeworth:
Is that so?
Iris:
Yes, Sister Bikini told me, "Be certain not to offend her."
Edgeworth:
(The victim, Ms. Elise Deauxnim... The prosecutor's office still doesn't have much information about her it seems...)
Phoenix Wright profile
Iris:
Mr. Wright... How bad is his cold?
Edgeworth:
Well his fever is very high. As a result, he's rather confused. He's worried about Maya, who is still trapped in the Inner Temple... ...And he's quite worried about you as well, it seems.
Iris:
...Really?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Naturally, once he recovers, I'll pass the baton back to him.
Iris:
No... Don't... I'm sure that Mr. Wright wouldn't want that... He wouldn't want to defend me.
Larry Butz profile
Iris:
Oh... That's Mr. Laurice.
Edgeworth:
...I'm sorry? Who did you say it was?
Iris:
Laurice Deauxnim. He is Mystic Elise's apprentice, I think.
Edgeworth:
(Alright... Now who exactly is this guy...?)
Iris:
He's a very sincere, hard-working person.
Edgeworth:
...
Iris:
Um... Did I say something wrong, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
E-Excuse me. I was temporarily at a loss for words. (Take a trip... Come home... Be thrust suddenly into bizarro world...)
Iris profile
Iris:
You want to know about me? There's not much to tell, I'm afraid.
Edgeworth:
Just let me get one thing straight. You were raised at Hazakura Temple, correct? And yet, somehow, you seem to know Wright.
Iris:
...!
Edgeworth:
So you two must have crossed paths somewhere.
Iris:
...No, Mr. Edgeworth. Whomever it was... ...it couldn't have been me.
Edgeworth:
(What is that supposed to mean?)
Anything else
Iris:
I'm sorry... I don't leave the temple grounds very often... So I don't know very much about the outside world.
After clearing all Talk options:
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It appears that's about all that you can tell me.
Iris:
Thank you very much for listening to my story.
Edgeworth:
...I visited Wright at the hospital before coming here. He asked me to take care of you...
Iris:
...M-Me?
Edgeworth:
Yes, at the trial tomorrow... He asked me to defend you.
Iris:
... If Mr. Wright has that much faith in you, Mr. Edgeworth... ...Then I will gladly entrust my fate in your capable hands.
Edgeworth:
But before that, I have one question.
Iris:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
Do you know Wright?
Iris:
Er... Wh-Why would you ask that?
Edgeworth:
Whenever you came up in our conversation, he would begin to act a little... strange.
Iris:
... Mr. Edgeworth... Are you his friend?
Edgeworth:
Friend? Well... In a sense, yes.
Iris:
... It was 5 years ago... That's when I... That's when I... deceived him.
Edgeworth:
You "deceived" him...?
Iris:
I heard that he was... in a lot of pain after what happened. I know what a weak person I am. That's why... That's why I thought it was best if he never saw me again. I wanted him to just forget about me, without learning the truth.
Edgeworth:
... Well, if you ask me, Wright is still suffering... And until he learns the truth, I don't think he will ever be able to truly recover. ...Iris. It's not too late. You should go to him. ...Tell him the truth.
Iris:
...
Edgeworth:
I'll defend you, but only if you agree to that one condition.
Iris:
... Alright, Mr. Edgeworth... I promise.
Edgeworth:
...Very well. I'll do everything in my power to get you an acquittal. (That's enough information gathering for now. I should head to the crime scene...)
February 8
Dusky Bridge
Edgeworth:
(It sure is cold alright... So this is it... Dusky Bridge...)
???:
Ahem! M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Urk... Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Long time no see! It's been about a year? ...Or has it been longer?
Edgeworth:
It doesn't matter, Detective. What does matter is why you're shuffling around up here.
Gumshoe:
Oh, ouch! ...And there was a sharp left jab! Well, I'm happy to see you anyway, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Let me guess... You were transferred into another section at work. A good choice. The vast amount of nothing up here must be quite easy to guard.
Gumshoe:
I heard you were back in the country and arranged to come all the way out here! Everybody was real nice. They even let me take charge of the investigation, sir.
Edgeworth:
(...Gumshoe indeed! Like gum on your shoe, he's impossible to get rid of!)
Gumshoe:
I'm supposed to report on the details of the crime scene, sir! Anyway! Here I am! Detective Dick Gumshoe! Reporting for duty!
Edgeworth:
...Great. Um, thank you, Detective.
Gumshoe:
I thought Prosecutor Godot was gonna get here before me. That guy's a real mystery, I tell you!
Edgeworth:
(...Prosecutor Godot?)
Examine
Cliff on the other side
Edgeworth:
It looks like a pretty good distance to that far cliff.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... It's gotta be around 100 yards or so.
Edgeworth:
... Detective... That's not even CLOSE to a hundred yards.
Gumshoe:
Well... I gotta admit I'm not very good at judging distances.
Edgeworth:
(It's about 20 yards or so. And impossible to cross without a bridge, it seems...)
Wooden sign on the left side
Gumshoe:
There's a little shack down that way called, "Heavenly Hall".
Edgeworth:
A shack...?
Gumshoe:
It's like a run-down doghouse for losers that can't bear the freezing drafts of wind... Kinda reminds me of my apartment, sir.
Edgeworth:
The name "Heavenly Hall" makes it sound like a palace...
Gumshoe:
Giving a hovel a great name is a crime itself! I'd call it false advertising! By the way, the name of my apartment complex is "Compton Castles"...
Edgeworth:
...That's not such a great name, if you ask me.
Gumshoe:
Well, it's not such a great apartment either, sir.
Bridge
Edgeworth:
So this is the bridge Wright tried to cross?
Gumshoe:
Pretty reckless, if you ask me.
Edgeworth:
I'm amazed he survived the fall from up here...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, he's one lucky guy, sir. Now I see how he manages to win his cases in court. Blind luck.
Edgeworth:
(I think dumb luck suits Wright just a bit better.)
Boulder
Edgeworth:
Some letters are wildly engraved into a roughly cut boulder. "Dusky Bridge"... It certainly is an appropriate name.
Gumshoe:
You need to get some glasses, Mr. Edgeworth! That sign says, "Dusty Bridge". I can see how you read it wrong, though, sir.
Edgeworth:
You're the one who needs glasses, Detective. Try reading it one more time.
Gumshoe:
... Ah! You're right! It's "Dusky Bridge" after all! ... I guess whoever wrote this made a mistake!
Public phone
Gumshoe:
Hey! It's a public phone! You don't see a lot of these anymore!
Edgeworth:
...That's true.
Gumshoe:
Since we've got one here, why don't we take a photo as a memento!
Edgeworth:
Well, um, sure. Why not?
Gumshoe:
Oh, darn it! I don't have a camera with me! ...I'm gonna go buy a disposable camera! I'll be right back, sir!
Edgeworth:
(What's so special about public phones, and why is he so fascinated by them...?)
Talk
What happened
Edgeworth:
I just got back into the country, so I don't really know much about the case...
Gumshoe:
It's simple!
Edgeworth:
Well, simple is as simple does, as they say.
Gumshoe:
Oh, you've got no idea how much I've missed that biting sarcasm of yours, sir! ...But seriously, this one's a piece of cake. There's a witness that saw the whole thing!
Edgeworth:
A witness...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that Bikini lady.
Before visiting Main Hall
Edgeworth:
"Bikini lady"? Here? On this freezing cold mountain?
Gumshoe:
...Well, you should talk to her yourself if you want the details, sir.
Edgeworth:
(I may have to talk to this "bikini lady"... I mean, "decisive witness" myself...)
Dusky Bridge
Edgeworth:
So this is the bridge that Wright fell through?
Gumshoe:
Yup! I can't imagine being that reckless myself... "Look before you cross," is how it goes, right? Or was that "leap"...?
Edgeworth:
And? Is there something on the other side?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, some old building they call the Inner Temple... But we can't get over there without a bridge, sir.
Edgeworth:
What...?
Gumshoe:
Nobody lives there, so it's usually not a problem... But someone was at the Inner Temple doing some training and now they're stuck there.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I heard that from Wright. It's Maya Fey.
Gumshoe:
Oh no... Her again...? Anyway, the air's really turbulent right now so we can't do an aerial extraction. No one's gonna be able to reach the Inner Temple until tomorrow, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Will she be alright in this cold...?)
Edgeworth:
So how did this bridge burn down anyway?
Gumshoe:
We're almost 100% sure it was lightning.
Edgeworth:
...Lightning?
Prosecutor Godot
Edgeworth:
So who is this Prosecutor Godot? I've never heard of him.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, he's a new guy... Showed up after you left the country! He's a complete rookie, but nobody can say a bad word about the guy.
Edgeworth:
What kind of a man is he?
Gumshoe:
He just became a prosecutor recently, but he's good, sir. Real good.
Edgeworth:
(If he's so good, how is it that I've never heard of him...?) Is he the lead prosecutor on this case?
Gumshoe:
You bet he is! After all, "you know who" is right in the middle of it.
Edgeworth:
"You know who"?
Gumshoe:
Phoenix Wright, of course! For some reason, Godot has really got it in for Mr. Wright!
Edgeworth:
Oh?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, he seems to have some kind of a grudge.
Edgeworth:
And what would be the cause of this grudge...?
Gumshoe:
I dunno... Maybe he made fun of his mask or something.
Edgeworth:
(None of this is making any sense. I'd better look into this Godot myself.)
Lightning (appears after "Dusky Bridge")
Edgeworth:
You're telling me the bridge caught on fire due to a fluke bolt of lightning?
Gumshoe:
Yup. Last night it snowed for the first time in 3 days. It's a little unusual for lightning to occur during a snow fall like that... But according to the weather data, lightning definitely struck.
Weather Data added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, I see... This is a very detailed weather report... Almost too detailed... It even has the exact time that the lightning struck the bridge...
Gumshoe:
Oh, that? We got that information from the witness's testimony.
Edgeworth:
Someone actually saw the lightning hit the bridge? Who is this witness?
Gumshoe:
... Sorry. I'll go ask one of the local cops later, sir.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Gumshoe:
Huh? What's that thing doing on your lapel, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...Is it really that odd?
Gumshoe:
You bet it is, sir! A prosecutor wearing a defense attorney's badge? That's like a detective with a license to kill!
Edgeworth:
(Does this little thing hold that ominous of a meaning...?)
Magatama
Edgeworth:
Have you ever seen this thing before...?
Gumshoe:
Hey, thanks a lot. I was getting kind of hungry! ...*chomp!*
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are you doing, Detective!?
Gumshoe:
Ack! ...I thought it was some kind of candy that would fill me up, sir. Lately I've been feeling so hungry all the time...
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... Maybe his salary has been cut just a little too much...?)
Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Gumshoe:
There's a lot we don't know about this victim... We don't know her real name, her background... We don't know anything really.
Edgeworth:
That's rather odd... If she was trying to hide her identity, why would she become an author?
Gumshoe:
I'll bet it was just one of those things. You know... She probably never expected to get so popular.
Phoenix Wright profile
Gumshoe:
Whenever something happens, this guy always shows up like he hasn't got a care. In fact, you know what...? Every time he shows up, I always wonder the same thing. "Maybe somehow he's actually the cause of all these incidents!"
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if Gumshoe has realized it yet... But you could say the exact the same thing about him!)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Edgeworth:
Your face is more drawn out than the last time I saw you over a year ago.
Gumshoe:
R-Really? I thought so!
Edgeworth:
No, wait... It's not so much "drawn out", as "weary and tired", or maybe just plain old "thin".
Gumshoe:
I thought that too, sir. My salary's been kinda on the low end... So yeah, my food options have been kinda non-existent. Off-brand chicken soup, off-brand spaghetti, off-brand bread... That sort of stuff.
Edgeworth:
I thought you were really into instant noodles last year...?
Gumshoe:
...I got really sick of the stuff after a while, sir.
Larry Butz profile
Gumshoe:
He's supposed to be Ms. Elise Deauxnim's apprentice or something.
Edgeworth:
...I see.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, he drew a nice portrait of me.
Edgeworth:
...That's nice.
Gumshoe:
But he made me pay him 50 cents for it.
Edgeworth:
...I'm sorry about that.
Gumshoe:
... You don't seem very interested in him, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...I really don't want to talk about him. That's why.
Iris profile
Edgeworth:
I feel like I've seen this girl somewhere before! She wasn't from a prior case, was she?
Gumshoe:
Nope, can't be. We did a database search with her fingerprints and came up with nothing.
Edgeworth:
I see... (I just can't shake this nagging feeling...)
Gumshoe:
Well, everyone knows that you are quite popular with the ladies, sir... Maybe she's an old girlfriend that you sent to Dumpsville when you were younger.
Edgeworth:
D-Detective! Where did you hear such nonsense from!?
Gumshoe:
I didn't hear it from anyone. It's just sorta how I imagine you to be... sir.
Edgeworth:
(...D-Do I really inspire this sort of frothing desire from the female masses?)
Godot profile
Edgeworth:
I usually hear about promising young prosecutor candidates while they're still in school. But I've never seen or heard of this person.
Gumshoe:
I gotta admit... He's puzzling alright. He just appeared one day, big mug of steaming coffee in his hand...
Edgeworth:
Hmm... He sounds like an interesting man...
Gumshoe:
Yeah... The whole prosecutor's office is really into double espresso macchiatos lately.
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Look, I'm just your everyday, simple detective. Don't ask me such tough questions, OK?
Edgeworth:
...That's not something to be proud of, Detective!
February 8
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Edgeworth:
(It looks like Iris is being interrogated right now.) ...This place certainly brings back memories.
Gumshoe:
Oh yeah. Come to think of it, you got thrown in here once too, didn't you, sir? But you know what? I've never been in jail a single time!
Edgeworth:
(I should think it's hard to land in jail when you're so harmless...) Yes, well... If you're in jail, you don't have to pay for your own meals, you know.
Gumshoe:
...*gasp!* ...
Edgeworth:
Don't get any funny ideas, Detective...!
Gumshoe:
...Too late, I already did.
Edgeworth:
(In any case... I guess I'll have to come back here later...)
Examine
Surveillance camera
Edgeworth:
That camera is meant to monitor everything that happens in here. And right now, it's pointed straight at the guard.
Guard
Edgeworth:
The guard is staring at me with a puzzled expression on his face. Me... and the badge on my lapel. ...I get the feeling he recognizes me.
February 8
Hazakura TempleMain Gate
Butz:
Yo! Edgey! What took you so long!? I'm so cold, my brain's turned to sherbet.
Edgeworth:
...I knew it was a mistake to race back to this country.
Butz:
Wh-What do you mean...?
Edgeworth:
Wright is going to be fine, and the case itself isn't anything unusual... And I find myself taking a request to defend a woman accused of murder!
Gumshoe:
...H-Hey! Wait a sec! Hold it! Objection! What's going on here, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Um, it's hard to explain, but one thing led to another and...
Butz:
What kind of lame excuse is that!? And you call yourself a defense attorney!?
Gumshoe:
Prosecutor Edgeworth is a prosecutor, and that's why he's Prosecutor Edgeworth! "Prosecutor Edgeworth, Defense Attorney" just sounds plain old weird, pal! ...Right, Prosecutor Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
(...I'm not sure what role I'm supposed to be playing anymore.)
Butz:
Hmph! Dude, Edgey... I don't see you for a couple of years... ...and your heart turns to sherbet!
Edgeworth:
...I'd say more like sorbet. It is rather cold here.
Butz:
Iris didn't murder her! Someone else did it! I just know it, OK!? So trust me on this one!
Edgeworth:
Ever the romantic, aren't you, Larry? Nevertheless, I'll do whatever I can to prove her innocence. (At least until I pass the baton on to Wright, that is.)
Examine
Gate
Edgeworth:
This gate looks quite old; strong enough to resist the weight of time.
Gumshoe:
That's the Mr. Edgeworth I know! You got a real flair for words, sir!
Edgeworth:
I have always appreciated this kind of old, timeless elegance.
Gumshoe:
That's exactly how I feel, too! Take this coat for example! Like a fine wine, it gets better with age!
Edgeworth:
Even fine wine turns to vinegar and begins to stink at some point. ...I suggest you wash that atrocious rag you call a coat, Detective.
Main Hall
Edgeworth:
That must be the Main Hall back there.
Gumshoe:
A brilliant deduction, sir!
Edgeworth:
............ Are you trying to flatter me, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Umm... A brilliant use of suspense to build the tension, sir!
Edgeworth:
(According to Wright, the head nun has some important information. I can't miss the opportunity to speak with her...)
Bell tower
Edgeworth:
I can see a small bell tower from here.
Gumshoe:
Hey, that just reminded me! There's something I've always wondered about...
Edgeworth:
(Something tells me he's going to tell me what's on his mind, whether I like it or not...)
Gumshoe:
We call a person who tells a lie a "liar", right? So why don't we call a person who rings a bell a "beller"? Or "truer" for a guy who tells the truth! Oh man, I'm not gonna get any sleep tonight!
Edgeworth:
(I had no idea he was such a deep thinker...)
Snowmobile
Edgeworth:
I suppose this type of thing is necessary up here in the mountains.
Gumshoe:
Say, this just gave me a great idea!
Edgeworth:
(Something tells me he's going to tell me what's on his mind, whether I like it or not...)
Gumshoe:
I've got an idea for a brand new invention! It might even make me rich!
Edgeworth:
An invention...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! A car that can travel on snow! I'll call it a "Snow Car"!
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
So what do you think, sir? Would you go for a ride on something like that?
Edgeworth:
...Only after you take the first 1000 test rides.
Talk
Iris
Butz:
Man, I'm telling you. Iris is so cute! Right, Edgey? You think so too, don't you?
Edgeworth:
...
Butz:
What's wrong? Why are you so quiet?
Edgeworth:
To put it simply...Your comment has me highly concerned. Could it be that the reason you think she's innocent...
Butz:
Come on! A girl that cute can't possibly be a murderer!
Edgeworth:
... ...I was right after all. I should never have come back.
Butz:
No, no! Don't worry! I see things for how they really are this time! Honest!
Edgeworth:
(If I had a penny for every time he's said that...)
Butz:
It's just that... Well, Iris is a delicate flower. You can't force things too much. Know what I mean?
Edgeworth:
Huh...? I have no idea what you're talking about, Larry.
Butz:
Oh....Ah! Err. Forget it. I didn't say anything...
Edgeworth:
...?
The night of the crime
Edgeworth:
Larry, where were you and what were you doing on the night of the crime?
Butz:
...
Edgeworth:
Larry...?
Butz:
What...!? Don't tell me... You think I might have done it!?
Edgeworth:
Wh-What...?
Butz:
Get lost! Go back on your chartered jet and get out of my sight, you creep! ...And I hope your plane crashes and you die!
Edgeworth:
... I'll ask just one more time. On the night of the murder, where were you and what were you doing?
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Edgeworth:
(As I suspected... a Psycholock!)
Butz:
I'm sorry, man! You know me, I just don't remember! My short-term memory is a wreck, dude!
The night of the crime (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
I need all the information I can get if Iris is to have any hope of being acquitted.
Butz:
B-But I've got nothing to do with any of this! I'm just a 25 year old jobless bum trying to be an apprentice artist!
Edgeworth:
(If that's what you think, then get a job already!)
Butz:
D-Don't look at me like that! I thought we were pals!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Edgeworth:
If we're friends then I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't hide the truth from me!
Butz:
Hmph, well... Sure... It's like, you know! See what I'm saying?
Edgeworth:
(...I have no idea what you're blathering about.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Butz:
Come to think of it, when you were a kid, you were always saying, "When I grow up, I want to be a lawyer and defend people," or something like that.
Edgeworth:
...That was a long time ago.
Butz:
But see, now you've got the chance to follow your boyhood dream for a day! Edgey! You've gotta do it! You gotta save my little Iris!
Edgeworth:
... (Grr... This is exactly why I hate childhood friends...)
Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Butz:
...I still can't believe it. She was such a great person... But! Someone's pinning this murder on my sweet little Iris! Edgey! Please! I'm counting on you!
Edgeworth:
Well... Frankly, I was hoping you could give me a little more than that.
Butz:
...Errr. Well then... I got it! I'll draw you a portrait! How about that!?
Edgeworth:
... Since you're kind enough to offer... alright.
Phoenix Wright profile
Butz:
He was a good guy... A real pal to the end. When I look back now, I have nothing but good memories.
Edgeworth:
What's with the past tense? He's not dead, you know!
Butz:
Yeah, you're right. Anyway, the guy owes me. After all, I saved his life.
Edgeworth:
What is that supposed to mean?
Butz:
If I hadn't called for help so quickly, he would have died. It's no surprise though. I used to be a security guard. It was all instinct, baby!
Edgeworth:
(He has a point... He called me pretty quickly, too... I think Larry's pretty good at motivating people. I just wish he would try motivating himself once in a while!)
Larry Butz profile
Butz:
Huh? Me? All you have to know is to remember not to call me "Larry" anymore.
Edgeworth:
What...?
Butz:
I'm a new person now. I've been reborn... as Laurice Deauxnim!
Edgeworth:
... Alright, fine. Let me ask you something else then, Larry.
Butz:
Call me "Laurice"!! If you don't... ...then I'll call you... I'll call you... "Milise Deauxnim"!
Iris profile
Edgeworth:
I have a feeling that she's hiding something...
Butz:
Could be... After all, she's shy and gets embarrassed pretty easily.
Edgeworth:
...I don't think that has anything to do with it.
Butz:
Why not? Look, I know all about this kind of thing. C'mon Edgey... You were a guy once! Lots of girls are like Iris. You know I'm right!
Edgeworth:
Well, you most certainly seem to have convinced yourself!
Butz:
Man, I love shy girls like her! It-It's just so... cute! You know what I mean?
Edgeworth:
(Still doesn't listen to others, I see... I guess some people just never change.)
Anything else
Butz:
Hey, I know I may not look like it, but I'm an artist. I refuse to look at anything that doesn't have a radiant or beautiful motif.
Edgeworth:
(...He didn't even give it a glance.)
February 8
Hazakura TempleMain Hall
Bikini:
*sigh*
Gumshoe:
Hey! Hello there! Um, so how are you feeling?
Bikini:
Alright, I suppose. ...Huh? Who is this?
Edgeworth:
I... My name is... Miles Edgeworth.
Bikini:
My my my. A handsome boy such as yourself is always welcome! *sigh* If circumstances weren't so tragic, I might just...
Edgeworth:
(Please don't call me "boy".) I'm sorry to trouble you... But I'm looking for a woman in a bikini.
Bikini:
Well, you have found her. Now, what can I do for you?
Edgeworth:
... I'm sorry, but I don't see any bikinis...
Bikini:
Ha ha ha! If you ask nicely, I might give you a peek, big boy. Wa ha ha ho ho ho!
Gumshoe:
Umm... Mr. Edgeworth? This is the head nun, Sister Bikini... She's the witness.
Edgeworth:
... Why didn't you tell me that earlier!? This is exactly why your salary keeps on getting cut!
Gumshoe:
Nngh... My stomach is already growling in protest...
Bikini:
So... Um... What's the latest about my beloved Iris!?
Edgeworth:
Well, first... I want to hear what you know.
Examine
Walls/Sliding doors
Edgeworth:
There's flowing script written everywhere on the walls.
Gumshoe:
Man, I'd bet you'd have awful nightmares if you tried to sleep in here.
Bikini:
This is our Main Hall, so it's protected by a variety of magic spells and charms... They're all designed to prevent evil forces from entering.
Gumshoe:
So if I slept here the uggie-woogie-boogieman wouldn't hunt me down for eternity? Alright!
Edgeworth:
(Does this guy think about anything other than eating and sleeping...?)
Objects on the floor
Gumshoe:
Oh! It's a warmed cat box! But where are all the cats?
Edgeworth:
...It's called a "hibachi". It's for heating the room.
Gumshoe:
Oh! Look at all these ancient straw frisbees!
Edgeworth:
Those are a type of "zabuton" cushions called "enza"!
Gumshoe:
... Why are you giving me such a hard time? Huh, Mr. Edgeworth? Why?
Edgeworth:
Because learning something new might actually be a good thing for you, Detective!
Altar
Edgeworth:
It's an altar with a giant Magatama enshrined on it.
Gumshoe:
There are lots of candles lined up on it, too. You know... I haven't had a birthday party for myself in a while...
Edgeworth:
Maybe you should blow out those candles over there to make up for that.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth? Would you mind singing "Happy Birthday" to me?
Bikini:
S-Stop that! Cut that out! Please don't blow out the altar candles!
Magatama on the altar
Edgeworth:
...That thing sure casts a strong presence over the whole room.
Bikini:
This is the "Lesser Magatama". It's a precious heirloom containing a great many souls.
Gumshoe:
Huh...!? This is "lesser"!? What is the "greater" one like?
Bikini:
The "Greater Magatama" is displayed in the Main Room of Fey Manor. It was supposed to be shown at the Treasures of Kurain exhibit... But, it was so large that they couldn't bring it through the doors.
Left corner near the altar
Edgeworth:
(There are more enza cushions in the corner of the room.) ...What's that white piece of paper sticking out from under that stack...?
Gumshoe:
Hmm... Beats me.
Edgeworth:
Would you mind checking that for me, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir! Here you are, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
It looks like an old manila envelope...
Gumshoe:
Eeeeeeeeeeaaaah!!
Edgeworth:
...What is it, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Th-This... This could be it! An ultra important clue! A super-special clue!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose I should read it myself then.
Gumshoe:
It looks like a letter addressed to Sister Iris. "tonight at 10 at Heavenly Hall. ... ...unless you want your 'secret' to be exposed."
Edgeworth:
Th-This sounds like a blackmail letter...!
Note to Iris added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
Nice going there, Mr. Edgeworth! Why can't I ever find clues like that!? You're an ultra-important prosecutor!! A super-duper prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Well, I suppose it takes a super-duper kind of dumb to miss a clue like this.
Left corner near the altar (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
(There are more enza cushions in the corner of the room.)
Gumshoe:
Nice going there, Mr. Edgeworth! Why can't I ever find clues like that!? You're an ultra-important prosecutor!! A super-duper prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Well, I suppose it takes a super-duper kind of dumb to miss a clue like this.
Talk
The night of the crime
Edgeworth:
First, I'd like to ask you about last night.
Bikini:
Well, last night... we had an acolyte here for training. After dinner, the two of us went to the Training Hall in the Inner Temple.
Edgeworth:
(She must be talking about Maya...) Approximately what time was that...?
Bikini:
I suppose it was about 9:00 when we left here. Training lasts all night long. It's extremely exhausting. The channeling dojo's Head Nun must be in attendance at all times to keep watch.
Gumshoe:
Wow, you're right! That does sound exhausting!
Edgeworth:
Detective, this is no time for flattery.
Gumshoe:
Sorry.
Edgeworth:
Some time around 11:00, you witnessed the incident in the courtyard. But your duty was in the Inner Temple. Why did you come back here?
Bikini:
Hmm... The way you're staring at me, I'm starting to get goosebumps! Ha ha ha ho ho!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... I'm starting to get goosebumps myself, but for a decidedly different reason.)
Gumshoe:
Ho ho, you get the chills pretty easy, don't you Mr. Edgeworth?
What you saw
Edgeworth:
Alright then... I'd like you to tell me exactly what you saw in the courtyard.
Bikini:
It must have been past 11:00. Ah! No! I can't say it! It-It's too much for my poor heart!
Gumshoe:
Hey! Calm down, lady! L-Let go of my tie!
Bikini:
...I saw two people! One of them was lying on the ground... Th-The other one was stabbing her from the back... with a sword!
Edgeworth:
Did you see this criminal with your own eyes?
Bikini:
I didn't want to believe what I was seeing...! ...But it was Iris!
Edgeworth:
You must have been quite shocked.
Gumshoe:
Of course she was! Try putting yourself in her shoes! It'd be like if you were stabbing Mr. Wright smack in the middle of a courtroom! And I happened to witness it from the witness stand! ...I'd be pretty shocked too.
Bikini:
I know it sounds insane... But that's what I saw. And when I finally realized what I was seeing, I screamed, and then... I passed out.
Edgeworth:
(...Unfortunately for us, her testimony seems to be pretty solid.)
Bikini:
However... The idea of Iris doing such a foul act seems... unnatural.
Edgeworth:
"Unnatural"...?
Bikini:
The girl I know simply isn't capable of this sort of foulness...
Edgeworth:
(...I wonder what she means by that?)
Why return? (appears after "The night of the crime")
Edgeworth:
As the head nun, it's your duty to stay with the acolyte at all times, correct?
Bikini:
Yes, that's correct. I know I may look strong, but the truth is... I've got a bad lower back.
Edgeworth:
A bad lower back...?
Bikini:
Yes, it's especially bad in the winter. So bad that I can't even lift a bucket. Do you remember how cold it was last night? My bad back felt as stiff as frozen glass. I just wanted to take a nice hot bath to ease my aching back... That's why I returned to the Main Hall.
Edgeworth:
So you left the disciple all alone?
Bikini:
Don't be ridiculous! I would never do that! That's why I ordered Iris to the Inner Temple after she had rung the bell for lights out.
Edgeworth:
(Yes, but she never went to the Inner Temple, did she? Did this head nun even see Iris? I think I'd better try to get some more details...)
The acolyte (appears after "What you saw")
Edgeworth:
So who is this acolyte that was to train at the Inner Temple...?
Bikini:
Her name is Maya Fey... I treated her very badly, I'm ashamed to say. And after she went through the trouble of signing up for the Special Course...
Gumshoe:
"Special Course"?
Bikini:
It's a training session where you sit on a block of spirit ice and chant 30,000 times...
Edgeworth:
You don't mean to tell me she's still doing that over at the Inner Temple, do you?
Bikini:
No, no, no. Of course not! You don't have to worry about that one little bit. Last night, we still hadn't started the training session itself.
Edgeworth:
Well, um... That's good to hear.
Bikini:
...Oh! Dear, dear! There's one thing I forgot to tell you.
Gumshoe:
...Uh-oh, I don't think I like the sound of this.
Bikini:
Do you know that small girl? I believe she is Mystic Maya's little sister.
Edgeworth:
(Maya has a little sister...?)
Gumshoe:
Oh, you mean little Pearl! That's Maya Fey's cousin.
Edgeworth:
Little... Pearl...?
Bikini:
I thought she was going to visit Mystic Elise after cleaning up dinner... But I haven't seen her at all since late last night! She's nowhere to be found!
Edgeworth:
Y-You mean she...!? She was with the victim!?
Bikini:
It's all the fault of my stupid, creaky old back!
Edgeworth:
(A little girl who was with the victim on the night of the murder... is gone!)
Gumshoe:
As they say... "The plot thickens!"
Present
Magatama
Bikini:
Th-That's...! That's one of the Fey clan's very own Magatamas! That's a priceless treasure you've got there!
Gumshoe:
W...Wow! I'm impressed, sir! You never fail to surprise me!
Bikini:
Yes... You don't look it, but now I can see you're a real fan of the occult!
Edgeworth:
Excuse me?
Bikini:
Oh, of course this piece couldn't possibly be real, but to have such a nice replica... Clearly, you are a big fan of the Kurain Tradition!
Gumshoe:
W...Wow! I'm impressed, sir! You never fail to surprise me!
Edgeworth:
(I should have known better than to show this thing around...)
Hanging Scroll
Bikini:
Huh... Ahh! Well, well, well... Look what you've found! That's the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique, Mystic Misty Fey!
Edgeworth:
"Fey"...
Bikini:
It's been nearly 20 years since Mystic Misty's disappearance. Apparently, she intended to pass on the Master title to her daughter.
Edgeworth:
Who is this daughter?
Bikini:
Well, I myself am part of a branch family of the Fey clan. But even I am not privy to information concerning the main family...
Iris's Hood
Bikini:
Well, well, well! That's a Demon-Warding Hood! Acolytes are highly susceptible to possession by evil spirits, you know. That's why we always wear these for protection.
Edgeworth:
Oh, I see...
Bikini:
What are you waiting for? You won't get any protection just by holding it, you know! Put it on already!
Edgeworth:
No! I can't...! I was just...!
Bikini:
... Ha ha ha ho ho ho!
Gumshoe:
Ho ho ho! It's like it was made just for you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by that, Detective!?
Bikini:
It looks absolutely marvelous! You've just got to keep it on for a while!
Edgeworth:
(Is this some sort of divine retribution...?)
"Oh! Cult!" New Year's Issue
Edgeworth:
About this picture...
Bikini:
Well look at that! I look pretty s-to-the-exy, don't you think!?
Gumshoe:
Um, ah... Y-Yeah. Absolutely.
Bikini:
Up until recently, we've avoided exposure in such magazines. But this time we had our reasons...
Edgeworth:
Is that so? For exampl--?
Bikini:
Ha ha ha ha ha!!! Well, why deny the world the sight of such a lovely face!?
Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Bikini:
...Ohhhh! H-How could such a... terrible thing have happened...? It's all... It's all... It's all my fault!
Gumshoe:
Well come on, lady... I don't think you need to take all the blame yourself.
Bikini:
Quiet! What do you know anyway!?
Gumshoe:
...Ouch. You're scary!
Bikini:
With that stupid 5 o'clock shadow and that stupid old coat of yours... It's too bad that you weren't the one that disappeared!
Gumshoe:
... ...Why does she have to take it all out on me?
Edgeworth:
(Her anger does seem a little... manufactured.)
Note to Iris
Edgeworth:
Do you know anything about this old, crumpled-up letter?
Bikini:
... Is that addressed to Iris?
Gumshoe:
Yup, it clearly says "To Iris" on it.
Bikini:
I can't believe it... That girl doesn't have any secrets from me...
Edgeworth:
(Ah... So Sister Bikini didn't know anything about it...)
Phoenix Wright profile
Bikini:
This man... His face betrays a life of suffering and great weariness of the world.
Edgeworth:
...Um, sure.
Bikini:
But even so... I can't believe this guy actually jumped into the river! Think of all the fun things he might have enjoyed if he had just lived... Relentless spiritual training alone is no way to lead a complete life, huh...
Edgeworth:
...
Edgeworth:
(It sounds like she's got some major regrets she's dealing with... Hmm... Perhaps I should let Gumshoe explain Wright's situation to her for me...)
Gumshoe:
H-Hey! Don't look at me like that! Do you own dirty work! ...Sir!
Larry Butz profile
Bikini:
This is Mystic Elise's apprentice, is it not? I think he might have a bit of a crush on me... Sweet boy at any rate.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Bikini:
Oh, I don't blame him. Sister Bikini understands the temptations of young men.
Edgeworth:
...Sure.
Bikini:
But I'm afraid it wouldn't be proper to abuse my position. I am head nun, after all. But, in return, I did allow him to draw a portrait of me.
Edgeworth:
(I pray it was a pose that maintained your modesty. For everyone's sake...)
Iris profile
Edgeworth:
You said you went with Maya to the Training Hall in the Inner Temple last night. Did you happen to see Iris while you were there?
Bikini:
Of course I saw her. I told her to meet us after ringing the 10:00 bell for lights out.
Gumshoe:
So you're saying Iris came to the Inner Temple then?
Bikini:
Of course she did. Iris has always been a good, obedient girl. After that, I had Maya begin her training ceremony.
Edgeworth:
(But that doesn't fit with Iris's story at all... She said that she never went to the Inner Temple!)
Gumshoe:
As they say... "The plot thickens!"
Bikini profile
Bikini:
It's all my fault... Me and my stupid back! Mystic Elise has been murdered, an important acolyte is trapped... ...and a little girl has been lost!
Gumshoe:
You know you really shouldn't be so negative. It creates bad karma...
Bikini:
...Quite right. I need to do some more training myself, I think...
Maya Fey profile
Bikini:
She's a very important visitor, you know! An honored acolyte!
Edgeworth:
"Honored"? How so?
Bikini:
The Fey name is synonymous with the Kurain Channeling Technique. Therefore, she must be a spirit medium of great power indeed.
Gumshoe:
Now that you mention it, one year ago... ...there was a case that was about the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique!
Edgeworth:
...Detective. I detest talk of supernatural drivel. I suppose now you'll say she has midi-chlorians?
Gumshoe:
Ho ho ho. So it gives you the creeps, huh, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(...That's got nothing to do with it.)
Pearl Fey profile
Bikini:
Oh, this poor girl... Where could she have gone...?
Gumshoe:
Well, we checked out her home and she's not there.
Bikini:
And she's nowhere in the vicinity of the temple either...
Edgeworth:
(Which means... ...there's only a few other possibilities as to where she could be.)
Gumshoe:
Ah! Do you think maybe she fell off the bridge and was carried downstream...!?
Edgeworth:
... Why do you have to be such a pessimist, Detective!?
Gumshoe:
Nngh... I was just trying to think like you, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(Ironic. I became a pessimist only after I had the pleasure of working with you!)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Umm, about this here...
Bikini:
Hmm... Let me see... Well, as you may know... In order to see reality for what it truly is... ...we strive to break our attachments to much of the transient, material realm. I guess you could call me an "immaterial girl"!
Gumshoe:
I guess she lives in an immaterial world, huh Mr. Edgeworth?
Main Gate, before clearing all Talk options with Larry Butz
Present
Bikini profile
Butz:
I'm just no good with people like her. She reminds me too much of my mother.
Edgeworth:
... May I speak now?
Butz:
Huh? Sure.
Edgeworth:
I don't care how you feel about her personally... ...just tell me what you know about her and how she's related to the case.
Butz:
... Don't you think you're expecting a little too much of me? I'm just a 25 year old jobless bum trying to be an apprentice artist! Ha ha ha ha!
Edgeworth:
(...I'm actually starting to feel jealous of this guy. ...Just a little.)
After clearing all Talk options with Larry Butz at Hazakura Temple  - Main Gate:
February 8
Hazakura TempleMain Gate
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. I don't see Larry anywhere.
Gumshoe:
Maybe we scared the poor kid away!
Edgeworth:
(His heart was shut tight with a Psycholock. I guess I'll have to look for him now... What a thorn in my side.)
February 8
Hazakura TempleCourtyard
Gumshoe:
And this is where the murder took place, sir! Other than removing the body, we left everything else untouched!
Edgeworth:
Thanks, Detective. I'll just have a look around. (It looks like the police are still investigating...)
Gumshoe:
Oh yeah, by the way... I thought I'd better ask, just to be sure... Are you really gonna defend that nun, Iris, at the trial tomorrow?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I will... I gave her my word and now I must follow through with my commitments.
Gumshoe:
Well, in that case... I've gotta be careful... Gotta make sure I don't leak the prosecution's whole investigation...
Edgeworth:
Don't worry about it, Detective. Just keep your mouth closed and I think most of it will flow out on its own.
Gumshoe:
... Roger, sir! I know exactly what you're saying!
Edgeworth:
Very well, Detective... (Thankfully his diarrhea of the mouth is permanent...)
Examine
Lantern
Edgeworth:
It's a lantern... I suppose they light it at night.
Gumshoe:
There's something elegant about the light of a fire. At the end of each month, I always like to relax in my room by candlelight.
Edgeworth:
Detective... Can you not afford to pay your electricity bill...?
Gumshoe:
...How did you know?
Staff
Edgeworth:
What's this...? It looks like a wizard's staff.
Gumshoe:
That belonged to the victim, Ms. Elise Deauxnim. There's nothing strange or magical about it. ...Oh yeah! Listen, this is just between us, OK sir?
Edgeworth:
Yes... What?
Gumshoe:
This is top-secret stuff! Don't tell anyone about this.
Edgeworth:
...Alright.
Gumshoe:
The truth is... When I was a kid... I wanted to be a wizard!
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
......
Edgeworth:
That's it? That's what you wanted to tell me?
Gumshoe:
That's it.
Edgeworth:
(This staff was made from a very strong kind of wood...)
Edgeworth:
...What about fingerprints? Were there any on it?
Gumshoe:
Just the victim's.
Victim's Staff added to the Court Record.
Ami Fey statue
Edgeworth:
So the sword from this gold statue is actually the murder weapon?
Gumshoe:
It sure is. It's called a "Shichishito" by the way. Nasty piece of work, sir.
Edgeworth:
There's still blood on it... I suppose this is the victim's blood?
Gumshoe:
Yup. It's all over the blade. And speaking of "all over the blade"... There are fingerprints all over the hilt of the Shichishito, too.
Edgeworth:
Fingerprints...?
Gumshoe:
Naturally they match the prints we got from the younger nun, the defendant.
Edgeworth:
(Her fingerprints are on the murder weapon...!?)
Gumshoe:
... What's wrong? You're looking really solemn.
Edgeworth:
Is this how it is for Wright? Is this what it's like to be a defense lawyer?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I figure it doesn't feel really good.
Edgeworth:
...To be honest, it feels more like it's detrimental to your health.
Shichishito added to the Court Record.
Stone wall
Edgeworth:
The Main Gate must be just over that stone wall.
Gumshoe:
Ah, stone walls... I jumped over a few of those in my time. ... Most of them are good memories, but not all.
Edgeworth:
Detective... Perhaps someone should introduce you to the concept of paucity of words...
Top right corner
Edgeworth:
The Main Hall of Hazakura Temple is above us here.
Gumshoe:
Hey... You're right! But I'm pretty sure the Main Hall didn't have a 2nd floor.
Edgeworth:
Hazakura Temple was built on a steep part of the mountain. The front and back of the Main Hall are on different levels.
Gumshoe:
Oh... That makes sense... But wouldn't it be easier just to build the place slanted, sir?
Edgeworth:
(I fail to see how he can consider that to be an even remotely good idea.)
Ski apparatus
Gumshoe:
Ah! I just love skiing!
Edgeworth:
Really? You don't um... seem like the type. Well, what about sleds?
Gumshoe:
Sleds? Nah. They're a little too kiddy, you know? Messes with my "hard boiled" image.
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
...What's with the silence, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(I...Is the world starting to go mad?)
Talk
The victim
Gumshoe:
The victim is the famous picture book author, Ms. Elise Deauxnim. Her entire past, up until she won that writing award last year, is a total mystery.
Edgeworth:
It's hard to believe in this day and age you can still find people like that.
Gumshoe:
The estimated time of death of the victim was between 10:00 and 11:00 PM on Feb. 7th. Cause of death was blood loss resulting from a stab to the back by the murder weapon.
Edgeworth:
The murder weapon...?
Gumshoe:
The victim was found skewered with a giant sword, sir.
Edgeworth:
Th-That's terrible...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but there's one strange thing.
Edgeworth:
...Yes?
Gumshoe:
The victim's entire body was covered with bruises. The bruises are consistent with falling from the height of a two-story building.
Edgeworth:
A two-story building...? That would be about the same height as that room in front of us, correct?
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're right. Way to go, Mr. Edgeworth! That just happens to be the room that Elise Deauxnim was staying in!
Edgeworth:
(Maybe she was pushed out of the window after she was stabbed by the sword?)
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
What happened
Edgeworth:
...Now then, Detective. Let's see if we can summarize what we've learned so far.
Gumshoe:
OK! Let's take a look at the map. ...According to the testimony of Sister Bikini, the head nun... ...she and Maya Fey headed to the Inner Temple right after dinner was finished. At 10 PM, after ringing the bell for lights out, Iris went to the Inner Temple. When she got there, Bikini had her take over while she went back to Hazakura Temple. After taking a hot bath to soothe her back... ...Sister Bikini witnessed the murder in the courtyard! If you want more details, you should ask Bikini herself in the Main Hall.
Edgeworth:
(The Inner Temple, huh...? I'd like some more information about that place...)
Tomorrow's trial
Edgeworth:
The trial begins tomorrow, but who's the prosecutor?
Gumshoe:
I'm pretty sure it's that Godot guy, but... ...nobody can get a hold of him, so they're looking for a replacement.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean...?
Gumshoe:
It's really weird. All of a sudden, no one can reach him! Hmm, I wonder if the rumors are true. Maybe since Mr. Wright caught a cold and won't be defending, he just lost interest.
Edgeworth:
I intend to appear in court in the role of defense lawyer. However... I would be quite unhappy if it came out that I'm actually a prosecutor.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I can see why. But I'm not the one you have to worry about... I think the real problem is gonna be that judge...
Edgeworth:
...Yes, he certainly would remember my face, even after such a long absence. That's why I requested another judge preside over the case. We've only met each other once. There's a good chance he won't remember me at all.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah, but... what about the prosecutor? Everyone in the prosecutor's office must know you! Wouldn't it be a problem if someone there made a big stink, sir?
Edgeworth:
There's no need to worry. I pulled a few strings and arranged for a prosecutor of my own choosing.
Gumshoe:
Wow, Mr. Edgeworth... I had no idea you had such a powerful string to pull!
Inner Temple (appears after "What happened")
Edgeworth:
What is this Inner Temple that Maya was supposedly training at...?
Gumshoe:
According to Bikini, it's an old building they use for training the acolytes. It's on the other side of Dusky Bridge.
Edgeworth:
(The bridge that burned down, huh...) Is there anything else on the other side of that bridge besides the Inner Temple?
Gumshoe:
Nope, not a thing.
Edgeworth:
Nothing?
Gumshoe:
The other side is surrounded by cliffs on all sides... In a way, it's kinda like a little island out there.
Edgeworth:
(So the only thing there is the Inner Temple...)
Gumshoe:
I hear it's not the kind of place a person could survive in.
Edgeworth:
(Please be alright, Maya...)
Present
Victim's Staff
Gumshoe:
Oh, so I think I might have already told you about this, but... The truth is... When I was a little kid...
Edgeworth:
You wanted to become a wizard, right?
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's amazing! How did you know that!? So? What do you think? I'd make a really great one, don't you think?
Edgeworth:
We just had this conversation a little while ago, Detective!
Shichishito
Gumshoe:
This sword represents the multiple branches that life can take, all ending as one.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I've never heard that one.
Gumshoe:
You know what I think about sometimes? What kind of life would I have had if I hadn't joined the Homicide Division.
Edgeworth:
...So you think about that kind of thing too, huh?
Gumshoe:
Of course I do. I think about it a lot. Me as a traffic cop. Me as a detention officer. Me as the Blue Badger...
Edgeworth:
(...I guess he doesn't have any plans to leave the force.)
Bikini profile
Gumshoe:
This is the witness who saw the crime take place out there in the temple courtyard. I'm pretty sure it's gonna be her testimony that'll be key to this case, sir.
Edgeworth:
So you mean she's going to be a witness in the trial tomorrow...?
Gumshoe:
Of course! A nun is as trustworthy as you can get! We got this one in the bag! ... Oh. I-I mean, I've always been on your side, Mr. Edgeworth, sir! So yeah, this is a pretty tight spot we've gotten ourselves into, huh!?
Edgeworth:
(Now I understand why Wright is always breaking into a cold sweat...)
Maya Fey profile
Edgeworth:
I wonder if Maya is alright? I could never show my face to Wright again if something were to happen to her.
Gumshoe:
Aww, it'll be OK. If that ever happens, you can just show him my face. How's that...?
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
Ack! Um, I didn't mean it like that, sir! It was just a silly little joke!
Edgeworth:
I wonder if there is another way to get across to the other side? The support wires for the bridge are still intact, correct?
Gumshoe:
That bridge is almost 20 yards long... I know I may look like it, Mr. Edgeworth, but I'm no super hero.
Edgeworth:
(In any case, I just hope Maya is alright...)
Pearl Fey profile
Edgeworth:
What about Pearl...? Has no one seen her at all since last night?
Gumshoe:
Seems that way... Apparently, she hasn't gone back to Kurain Village either, sir.
Edgeworth:
But it's true that she was with Elise Deauxnim at some point last night?
Gumshoe:
No doubt about it. Ah...! Y-You mean that maybe whoever killed Ms. Deauxnim also...!?
Edgeworth:
D-Don't jump to any crazy conclusions!
Gumshoe:
Oooooouuuch! ...You sure have one mean punch, Mr. Edgeworth! It's down-right fierce!
After clearing all Talk options and examining staff and Ami Fey statue at Hazakura Temple - Courtyard, clearing all Talk options and examining left corner near the altar at Hazakura Temple - Main Hall, and clearing all Talk options at Hazakura Temple - Main Gate:
February 8
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Iris:
Ah... Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
...I came back because I need to ask you a few more questions, if you don't mind.
Iris:
But I... I've already told you everything that I...
Edgeworth:
...Iris. Please remember. I'm on your side. You can tell me anything.
Iris:
Y-Yes... Th-Thank you.
Talk
Inner Temple
Edgeworth:
I just finished speaking with the head nun of Hazakura Temple. She testified very clearly as to what happened. She said she saw you stab Ms. Elise Deauxnim with a sword.
Iris:
...
Edgeworth:
And one other thing. She said that when Maya Fey began her training at the Inner Temple... ...you were there as well.
Iris:
What...!?
Edgeworth:
When I spoke with you last, you claimed that you never went to the Inner Temple. And yet, Sister Bikini says she met with you at the Inner Temple that very night.
Iris:
B-But I... I didn't go there! I didn't go to the Inner Temple last night.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... It looks like she's unwilling to tell me the whole truth. I wonder if I'll find the answers I'm looking for if I break those Psycholocks?)
Present
Note to Iris
Edgeworth:
This letter... It appears to be addressed to you.
Iris:
... I think it's someone's idea of a joke, Mr. Edgeworth. That's why I threw it away.
Edgeworth:
(She's not giving me a straight answer for some reason. I'm going to have to find someone else who can give me more information about this.)
Shichishito
Iris:
I-Is that the murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it is. Have you ever seen it before?
Iris:
Y-Yes. Mystic Ami was holding it... in the courtyard...
Edgeworth:
(And apparently, the head nun witnessed the whole sad affair... She saw you stabbing Ms. Elise Deauxnim with this very sword last night...)
Iris:
...?
Larry Butz profile
Iris:
Oh... That's Mr. Laurice. He's a very sincere, hard-working person. He was even kind enough to draw a portrait of me.
Edgeworth:
(Knowing Larry... ...this woman is exactly the type that he would fall in love with at first sight.)
Bikini profile
Edgeworth:
...I'd like to ask you about Sister Bikini, the head of Hazakura Temple.
Iris:
She raised me as if she were my real mother.
Edgeworth:
"As if she were your real mother"...?
Iris:
I was left at Hazakura Temple when I was just a small child. And she's taken care of me ever since.
Edgeworth:
Forgive me for sounding rude, but what about your family?
Iris:
... I'm sorry, but I'd rather not talk about this.
Maya Fey profile
Iris:
Oh... This is the woman who was to undergo training last night. She seems like a very strong, reliable woman.
Edgeworth:
... (Whatever else anyone has to say about this Iris woman... ...I can't exactly say she's the best judge of character.)
Pearl Fey profile
Iris:
This is the trainee's younger sister, correct? She's cute as a button! And she seems to really love mashed potatoes and gravy!
Edgeworth:
...Oh?
Iris:
She even said she was going to have the leftovers for dinner the next night... And then she took the leftover potatoes and the whole pot of gravy with her to her room.
Edgeworth:
(That's quite an appetite for such a little girl...)
Present Magatama
Edgeworth:
Take that!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- I Was Frightened --
Edgeworth:
Since I have been handed this case, it is my duty to dig up all the answers. Understand?
Iris:
Y-Yes, sir...
Edgeworth:
The smallest flame can sometimes bathe a case in a whole new light... In my years in court, I've seen it happen over and over again. That's why I'm committed to searching until I have those answers. Now then, is it really true that you didn't go to the Inner Temple last night...?
Iris:
Y-Yes, I swear... I already told you that.
Edgeworth:
...Yes. You said you didn't go because you were frightened.
Iris:
...Th-That's right.
Edgeworth:
If that's the case... ...then the obvious question is, "What were you so afraid of?"
Iris:
...
Edgeworth:
Iris... I wonder. Is this what frightened you so much that you couldn't even leave your own room!?
Present Note to Iris
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I found this in the Main Hall. It is addressed to you."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps THIS is what you were afraid of! ...Well!?
Iris:
I-I'm sorry, but... you're wrong...
Edgeworth:
Huh...? Why is your voice trembling like that?
Iris:
It's just that... Your eyes... Your eyes are scaring me...
Edgeworth:
Urk! (Blast! I must be trying too hard to bluff.) ...Please excuse me. I'm still not used to this role I've been assigned.
Iris:
N-No, I should apologize... I'm sorry for being such a scaredy-cat.
Edgeworth:
Anyway... I'm still determined to find the answers to this mystery.
Iris:
But I'm telling you, I really was in my room all last night.
Leads back to:
"If that's the case..."
Edgeworth:
I found this in the Main Hall. It is addressed to you.
Iris:
Ah... Th-That's...!
Edgeworth:
Well, Iris...?
Iris:
Why... Why are you glaring at me like that?
Edgeworth:
You were scared of the blackmailer who wrote this to you, isn't that correct!?
Iris:
Aaaaah!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Edgeworth:
(Was it the evidence or the power of my glare that broke that lock...? Oh well, I don't suppose it matters either way.)
Iris:
B-But, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...Yes?
Iris:
I thought that letter was just someone playing a prank on me...
Edgeworth:
A "prank"?
Iris:
Well, yes... After all, even if I did have a "secret"... ...there's no one to tell it to that would cause me any grief.
Edgeworth:
... Hmm... I wonder about that.
Iris:
Sister Bikini is like a mother to me. I would never hide anything from her!
Edgeworth:
No, you may not have anything to hide under normal circumstances. However! Last night was different.
Iris:
...!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, I don't know the exact nature of your secret yet. However...! Whatever it is... ...there is one person you didn't want your secret told to!
Present Phoenix Wright profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Phoenix Wright..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Well, Iris?
Iris:
...Mr. Edgeworth. Is it just possible that maybe... ...you yourself have a deep, dark secret in your heart?
Edgeworth:
...! Why do you say that...!?
Iris:
As they say, it takes one to know one.
Edgeworth:
(How could she have known about that...? Is she peering into my soul!?) ...It's true that there is a deep-seated darkness in my heart. However, the only way I can get rid of it is to fully uncover the truth!
Iris:
You mean... the truth behind my secret?
Leads back to:
"Unfortunately, I don't know the exact nature of your secret yet."
Edgeworth:
Phoenix Wright...
Iris:
Ah...!
Edgeworth:
You mean something to Wright, it seems... And I can tell he holds a special place in your heart as well. That's why you didn't want him, of all people, to know your deep, dark secret. Well? What do you have to say?
Iris:
... I should've expected as much... Especially from a friend of his...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
Frightened? (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Iris:
After dinner, this letter was waiting for me in my room. As I said, I was frightened by it...
Edgeworth:
What is this "Heavenly Hall" the letter mentions?
Iris:
It's a small mountain shack at the base of Dusky Bridge.
Edgeworth:
A small shack, huh...?
Iris:
It's more like a broken-down shack that no one would ever want to go near.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Where is it on this map...?
Iris:
...It's around here. To get there, you must follow a small path down from Dusky Bridge... The reality is, to get to the Inner Temple, I had no choice but to cross that bridge. But the thought that such a terrible criminal could be lurking at Heavenly Hall... I... I was so scared by the whole affair that I didn't want to think about it at all.
Edgeworth:
So is this the secret that you locked away in your heart?
Iris:
...Yes.
Edgeworth:
(It looks as though I may have to visit this "Heavenly Hall" now. Maybe I'll find some sign of our mystery blackmailer.)
After clearing "Frightened?" Talk option:
Edgeworth:
In any case, you still claim to have never left your room last night?
Iris:
Yes. That's exactly right.
Iris's Testimony added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
The trial starts tomorrow... I promise you, I will win. I'm going to win so that you and Phoenix Wright can see each other again.
Iris:
...!
Edgeworth:
But when I do... ...you must promise me that you will tell him your secret.
Iris:
... But it's pointless...
Edgeworth:
Why would you say that?
Iris:
Because I may know who Phoenix Wright is... But... He has no idea who I am.
February 8
Heavenly Hall
Gumshoe:
Whoa! Not much of a view down here, huh? It's still better than the view from my apartment, though.
Edgeworth:
Tsk! Someone's here! Hide yourself, Detective!
Butz:
Oh! Why why why!? Why does this always happen!? Whenever I find a girl I like, they always run away! I even chased one of them to Tibet... Next it's going to be prison, I guess. ...I'll steal that detective's wallet. That'll get me locked up for sure. ...Nah. I can't do that to someone who looks like he's down on his luck.
Gumshoe:
...He's just talking to himself.
Edgeworth:
Shh! Be quiet and listen!
Butz:
I knew it... I shouldn't have done that! I blew it again...
Edgeworth:
("Done that"? What did he do, I wonder...)
Gumshoe:
Hey! You! About what you just said... I got an objection!
Butz:
Wh-Wh-Wh-What the...!? Ed-Edgey! You dirty rat!
Edgeworth:
*glare* (Gumshoe... You oaf...!)
Gumshoe:
I-I'm sorry, sir! Before I knew it, I was shouting out, "Objection!". And in a loud, commanding voice, too! I even pointed with my pointer finger!
Edgeworth:
...You've watched too many trials.
Gumshoe:
I'm sorry!
Edgeworth:
OK, Larry, the jig is up. What have you got to say for yourself?
Butz:
Ungh...
Examine
River
Gumshoe:
This is the Eagle River, sir. It runs pretty fast, so it doesn't ice over, even in the winter.
Edgeworth:
If it had iced over, Wright would have been in some serious trouble.
Gumshoe:
You're right about that! He would've landed on the ice, and slid downstream to who knows where.
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly what I meant, but alright...)
Bridge
Edgeworth:
It's a little far, but I have a pretty clear view of Dusky Bridge from here.
Butz:
Ahh. I still can't believe it! ...Really.
Edgeworth:
...? What is it, Larry?
Butz:
Huh! Err, uhh, nothing. It's nothing!
Gumshoe:
Sounds pretty suspicious to me!
Edgeworth:
(Something about that statement smells... And you know what they say...)
Stairs
Edgeworth:
These go all the way to Dusky Bridge. It's a pretty long, but easy, walk.
Gumshoe:
I fell down 4 times on my way down here, sir!
Butz:
Oh, sorry about that, Detective. I ate four bananas and tossed their peels on the stairs on my way down here...
Gumshoe:
... What!? So that's what I was slipping on!
Butz:
Be careful on the way back. Those deadly banana peels are still out there.
Gumshoe:
Hmm... That's a real important piece of information right there, Mr. Edgeworth!
Flags
Edgeworth:
What is this festive-looking ornament?
Butz:
It reminds me of art class in grade school. We used to have a lot of fun decorating the classroom with origami. Remember?
Edgeworth:
W-Well, I...
Butz:
Oh, yeah... You were never any good at it.
Gumshoe:
Really?
Butz:
Yeah, this guy was so bad, he couldn't even fold a dollar, let alone a crane. Everyone tried to comfort him, but he would just sit there sobbing.
Gumshoe:
Really? I never would have expected that.
Edgeworth:
Be quiet already! I'll never forget the shame of that day! You want a crane! I can now make a perfect quarter-inch crane without a single flaw!
Butz:
... You know, Edgey... Nothing for nothing, but a quarter-inch crane without a single flaw is not easy.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's quite a feat, Prosecutor Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Grr... This is exactly why I hate childhood friends...)
Shack
Gumshoe:
That's a horrible graffiti problem you've got there, pal.
Butz:
You don't know anything, Detective. This is art! It's an expression of my bittersweet love for Iris.
Edgeworth:
Larry. Do you know what the difference between graffiti and true art is?
Butz:
... It's how the artist himself defines it, right?
Edgeworth:
... (I should've seen that one coming.)
Gumshoe:
Well, if that's the case, then all of my lunchboxes are masterpieces too, pal!
Roof
Edgeworth:
The straw roof is totally covered with freshly fallen powdery snow.
Gumshoe:
Wow, makes a nice image, doesn't it? I always did like the rustic look.
Edgeworth:
"Heavenly Hall"... I suppose it's an appropriate name in some sense.
Butz:
You got that right. Look at that bridge up there. This place has to be heaven, because that thing is hell.
Edgeworth:
... You would do well to remember, Larry... ...that this is a sacred place to some people.
Talk
Heavenly Hall
Edgeworth:
What is this little shack anyway?
Butz:
Well, I just discovered it myself yesterday.
Edgeworth:
And why were you down here in the first place?
Butz:
Err, come on... I'm an artist... I was looking for a good place to sketch. This is a great little place! It's err... artistic. It's quiet, it's cold, it's got no power, and it looks like it's about to collapse.
Gumshoe:
...Sounds a lot like my apartment there, pal.
Edgeworth:
(One thing's for sure... No one is likely to show up and disturb you here...)
Butz:
So can I get you something to drink? Some hot water, maybe?
Gumshoe:
...He's getting all buddy-buddy on us, sir.
Iris
Butz:
...Listen to me, Edgey. You've gotta do this... You've gotta save Iris!
Edgeworth:
Why are you so sure she's innocent? Because she's cute?
Butz:
Watch your mouth! Anyway, I've made up my mind about it! I'm going to marry that girl!
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
Umm... Mr. Edgeworth is pretending he didn't hear you, so I'm gonna ask for him. Have you already asked this girl to marry you?
Butz:
No, no. Not yet. But I can tell how she feels by the look in her eyes! She's got this "I really want this man to carry me over the threshold" look! I'm sure Nick would be surprised! He'd never imagine that I could marry such a beautiful girl like that!
Edgeworth:
Something tells me he would be shocked, indeed.
Butz:
That's why I didn't want her to do anything dangerous. I mean, what am I gonna do if she gets hurt?
Gumshoe:
... What is this guy trying to say? He lost me about a mile back...
Edgeworth:
Hmm... If we really want to know the answer to that... (...we're going to have to drag him onto the witness stand.)
The night of the crime
Edgeworth:
Come to think of it, you still haven't answered my question. Where were you and what were you doing last night?
Butz:
Aww, man... Don't you have anything else to talk about? With that kind of attitude, you'll never be a ladies' man like me...
Edgeworth:
...
Butz:
O-OK, OK! Chill out with those scary eyes! I got it! If you really wanna know, last night... ...I saw something incredible.
Edgeworth:
"Something incredible"?
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Butz:
...Yeah, yeah. But let's not talk about that now. Let's talk about the good old days. What do you say? Come on, I'll pour you a nice cup of hot water.
Edgeworth:
(Why hasn't he realized... ...that I absolutely despise talking about the "good old days", especially with him?)
The night of the crime (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
What exactly did you see last night?
Butz:
Well... It's kinda hard to say...
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Butz:
It's one of those things... Ya know what I mean...? It's like... It's not so much "what" I saw, as it's the situation in general... You see what I'm getting at? Whew, that's a relief. Thanks, buddy. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Edgeworth:
(I have the strangest urge to smash this guy against those big, nasty locks...)
Present
Victim's Staff
Butz:
That's the staff that Ms. Elise was always carrying... M-Ms. Elise... Whyyyy...? ...... ...Huh?
Edgeworth:
What is it, Larry?
Butz:
There's something missing from this staff...
Edgeworth:
(There's something missing...?)
Maya Fey profile
Butz:
Oh, it's Maya. Nick was trying to go save her, you know. But instead, he wound up falling off the bridge. I'm not surprised though. Nick always gets himself into trouble.
Edgeworth:
(Well if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black...)
Butz:
I just hope that Maya doesn't catch a cold, too...
Edgeworth:
...Or something worse.
Pearl Fey profile
Butz:
Oh, hey! It's Pearl! But she's way cuter than this Pearl I used to go out with... Like, in a kid-cute way, yeah?
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... Apparently she hasn't been seen the whole morning.
Butz:
Wh-What did you say!? Edgey! Why are you wasting your time with me then!? What's wrong with you!?
Edgeworth:
Excuse me?
Butz:
If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive you!
Edgeworth:
...!
Gumshoe:
...Wow, I guess he's right for a change, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Now I feel like I'm the bad guy in all of this...)
Present Magatama
Edgeworth:
Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Night of the Crime --
Edgeworth:
Alright, now you're going to tell me what you really saw last night...
Butz:
Whoa. You're really upset, aren't you, Edgey? OK, I'll talk!
Edgeworth:
...Huh? (That was a bit too easy...)
Butz:
Yeah, anyway! It was awesome! Never seen anything like it! At around 10 o'clock last night, it started thundering. I'd been sleeping... I'm not sure for how long. Suddenly... ZING! The world in front of me went white! Like I'd just been slapped in the face by my old girlfriend, Naomi!
Edgeworth:
...And then?
Butz:
And then... It was on fire! The bridge was on fire!
Edgeworth:
Dusky Bridge caught on fire!? Are you saying you saw it with your own eyes?
Butz:
Hey! Why are you giving me the evil eye!? I'm telling the truth!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... There are still 3 Psycholocks remaining... That means he's still trying to hide something...) By the way, Larry... Where were you when you saw that happen?
Butz:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Where you say? Wh-Wh-What do you mean!?
Edgeworth:
What do you mean, "What do I mean"!? ...Just answer the question!
Butz:
I-I was in my own room... by the Main Hall! Where else would I be!?
Edgeworth:
As usual, you're as transparent as an empty jelly jar. The problem, I suspect, lies there...
Butz:
Th-Th-Th-Th-There? Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whaddya mean th-th-there?
Edgeworth:
It's impossible for you to have seen lightning strike Dusky Bridge from your room!
Present Hazakura Temple Map
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is a map of the area. Take a look around the vicinity of Hazakura Temple."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Look at this, Larry!
Butz:
... Hey, forget about that. Try drinking your hot water. If you don't drink it fast it's going to get cold.
Edgeworth:
Oh, sorry... (It's cold alright... The water... And my evidence.)
Butz:
Well? Have you calmed down yet?
Edgeworth:
Um, yes... I'm going to think it over again.
Butz:
H-Hey, I'm telling you... there's nothing to think over! I was in my room doing "she loves me, she loves me not" with a bunch of flowers.
Leads back to:
"As usual, you're as transparent as an empty jelly jar."
Edgeworth:
This is a map of the area. Take a look around the vicinity of Hazakura Temple.
Butz:
Wh-What am I looking for?
Edgeworth:
I think that should be fairly obvious. The Main Hall is surrounded by trees and it's impossible to see the bridge from here.
Butz:
What...!? Why didn't you tell me that before!?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Edgeworth:
...Well? How about it?
Butz:
How about what?
Edgeworth:
Do you feel like talking now?
Butz:
About what?
Edgeworth:
... (It looks like it won't be that easy after all...) ...You leave me no choice. I'll have to move on to the next step. You weren't in your room at the temple. So then... Where were you?
Butz:
Y-Y-You don't know that I wasn't in my room!
Edgeworth:
(So where was Larry, and why was he there...? If I've read the situation up to this point correctly, the answer is fairly obvious.) ...Very well then. Let's test my theory. The place you witnessed lightning striking Dusky Bridge from was... here!
Present Heavenly Hall
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The place you saw the lightning strike from was naturally Heavenly Hall!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is where you were! Well, what do you think, Larry!?
Butz:
Oh... Not much I guess.
Edgeworth:
... I'm sorry, but what kind of answer is that?
Butz:
Well, you were just making small talk, right? Like "How are you doing?" or something.
Edgeworth:
...Larry. Look at the expression on my face. Do I look like I was just making small talk?
Butz:
To be honest? No... I guess not. Ha ha ha ha ha...
Edgeworth:
(It appears I didn't think it through carefully enough.)
Leads back to:
"So where was Larry, and why was he there...?"
Edgeworth:
The place you saw the lightning strike from was naturally Heavenly Hall!
Butz:
...Wh-Why would I be hanging out in this old shack? It's freezing cold, there's no electricity, and it could fall apart at any minute...
Edgeworth:
Larry... How do you know that anyway? How do you know there's no electricity? After all, it's not that dark yet.
Butz:
Ah... Uh-oh!
Edgeworth:
In other words, you have just provided evidence to prove my theory... My theory that you've at least once in your life visited Heavenly Hall after sunset!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Butz:
I have to admit I'm impressed, Edgey! You're in a totally different league from Nick.
Edgeworth:
...That's nice. Now tell me. What were you doing at this cold little shack last night?
Butz:
That's what you might call... A "Fair de Core".
Edgeworth:
I think you mean "affaire de coeur". Could it be you were... waiting for someone?
Butz:
Ooooh nooo! Y-You really are one scary guy, you know...
Edgeworth:
I believe that last night, you were waiting for this person to come meet you!
Present Iris profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There's only one person you'd wait for in a horrible place like this, Larry."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that! 
Edgeworth:
...Well, Larry!? Was it THIS person...?
Butz:
...You know what? You should save your finger pointing for the courtroom.
Edgeworth:
Tsk...!
Butz:
It's no wonder people call you a workaholic. You work too hard! You should be like me!
Edgeworth:
(Well, I'd rather "work too hard" than "hardly work" like a loafaholic like you...) In any case... I know you were waiting for someone!
Butz:
Yeah, but... It's like I said. It's an "affaire de guerre".
Edgeworth:
No, Larry. You mean "affaire de coeur". At least I think you do.
Leads back to:
"Could it be you were... waiting for someone?"
Edgeworth:
There's only one person you'd wait for in a horrible place like this, Larry.
Butz:
I told you before... Don't call me "Larry"...
Edgeworth:
The person you were waiting for was... Iris!
Butz:
Ohh... Suddenly I feel cold all over, Edgey.
Edgeworth:
No doubt because of my chilly glare.
Butz:
So you think I got the hots for Sister Iris, huh...? D-Do you have some kind of evidence!? You got something that proves I was waiting for her!? Or are you just guessing?
Edgeworth:
(This is where I draw the line and end this ridiculous little game...) Here's the evidence that you were waiting for Iris...
Present Note to Iris
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Here's your evidence."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
... I-Is it just me?
Edgeworth:
Now, I'm the one that suddenly feels cold...
Butz:
Maybe it's because of my cold laugh?
Edgeworth:
(Grr... I hate making such stupid mistakes...)
Butz:
Do you really have the evidence you say you do, Edgey?
Leads back to:
"You got something that proves I was waiting for her!? Or are you just guessing?"
Edgeworth:
...Here's your evidence. You called her to this spot with a pathetic blackmail letter!
Butz:
Oh! H-Hey! G-G-Give that back! You're embarrassing me! What are you doing with that anyway!?
Edgeworth:
That's not important! ...I misjudged you, Larry.
Butz:
What do you mean...?
Edgeworth:
Taking advantage of a woman's frailty like that! You should be ashamed of yourself!
Butz:
Ohhh... OHHHH!
Edgeworth:
First of all, what's this at the top of the letter? It says, "Salutation here"!
Butz:
W-Well that's what it said in that book, "Letter Writing for Dummies"!
Edgeworth:
You're not supposed to actually write that! That's where you're supposed to write, "Dear Iris,"!
Butz:
WAAAAAAAAH!!! I'M SO SOOORRY!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
The night of the crime (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Edgeworth:
So you were here in Heavenly Hall last night, were you not, Larry? And you saw the lightning hit Dusky Bridge, didn't you?
Butz:
S-Sorry, Edgey...
Gumshoe:
Sorry doesn't cut it, you scumbag! Threatening a young lady like that...
Butz:
*gulp*... ... Wait, hold up.
Gumshoe:
...What now, pal?
Butz:
What are you talking about!? What "threatening" stuff!?
Gumshoe:
I'll tell you what! You tried to scare Iris by threatening to expose her secret, pal!
Butz:
What do you mean threaten!? When did I threaten her!?
Gumshoe:
"...unless you want your 'secret' to be exposed..." That sure sounds like a threat to me, pal! Blackmail, in fact!
Butz:
Gimme a break! It's a love letter! Haven't you ever been in love!?
Edgeworth:
Wh-What did you just say!?
Butz:
My love for her burns so hotly, it could melt all the snow on this mountain!
Edgeworth:
O-Oh? Then what is this secret you mention!?
Butz:
Come on, Edgey... Don't you get it? I'm talking about the secret love between her and me! Obviously she wouldn't want old lady Bikini to know about it, right...? About our... hot and sour... bittersweet love affair!
Edgeworth:
... Alright, then why did you send a love letter in a business-like manila envelope!?
Butz:
Give me a break! It's not my fault I didn't have any other envelopes! Yeesh!
Gumshoe:
Then why were you so quick to apologize, pal!?
Butz:
It's cuz Edgey gave me that scary look of his!
Edgeworth:
... ...
Butz:
What's wrong, Edgey? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?
Edgeworth:
That's it? That's all those huge locks were about? I-I don't understand why you were so defensive...
Butz:
Well, I dunno either... I guess the thing is... ...you shouldn't expect too much from a guy like me. ...Hey, come on. Don't let it get you down!
After breaking Psyche-Locks and clearing "The night of the crime" Talk option:
Gumshoe:
... B-But Mr. Edgeworth! This guy is still hiding something! I know it!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Don't forget what this guy said just a minute ago!
Butz:
If you really wanna know, last night... ...I saw something incredible.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... He's right!) Larry!
Butz:
Wh-What!? Y-You're looking at me like a hungry dog that just found a bone!
Edgeworth:
What was this "something incredible" you saw last night...? ...You're going to tell me, Larry! One way or another!
Talk
Something incredible
Leads to:
"I... I already told you, didn't I?"
Butz:
I... I already told you, didn't I? I saw lightning strike Dusky Bridge!
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I believe it was the incredible sight you saw. But now that I think about it, something doesn't quite ring true.
Butz:
Wh-What doesn't?
Edgeworth:
If that's all there is to your story, your heart wouldn't have had all those locks! Yes, Larry... I believe you saw something last night. Something more incredible than lightning.
Butz:
... Wh-What!? Wh-When!? Wh-Where!? Wh-Why!? H-How!?
Gumshoe:
Hey! What do you think you're doing!? If you hide anything from Mr. Edgeworth, I'll arrest you on the spot, pal!
Butz:
Ah... Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Edgeworth:
...Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What's wrong, sir?
Edgeworth:
D-Does this mean I have to do it all over again?
Butz:
Wh-Why are you glaring at me like I'm next to be hit by a bolt of lightning!?
Edgeworth:
(I've just about had it with this harlequin... If I really want to drag the truth out of him... ...I'll just have to drag him to the witness stand!)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation (as Phoenix Wright)
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Nothing to examine during investigation (as Miles Edgeworth)
Edgeworth:
There aren't any clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Edgeworth:
(It looks like I still don't have enough information. I need to investigate further and gather some more evidence...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Edgeworth......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Edgeworth:
(Blast it...! I've made too many errors...!)
Bridge to the Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
February 9, 9:47 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Iris:
Oh my... Mr. Laurice feels that way about... me...?
Edgeworth:
Apparently... he isn't aware of your real secret at all.
Iris:
... ......
Edgeworth:
This is no time to be embarrassed!
Iris:
I-I'm sorry! I'm just... hardly accustomed to that sort of thing.
Edgeworth:
Worry not... And in any case, whatever it was that he saw on the night of the incident... Mark my words, I will drag it out him!
Iris:
Does that mean... Mr. Laurice is the witness today...?
Edgeworth:
...No. I believe that nun... will be the first to take the stand.
Iris:
Sister Bikini...
Edgeworth:
She claims to have seen the very instant in which you carried out the crime.
Iris:
...
Edgeworth:
I just want to ask you one last time. It really wasn't you who killed Ms. Elise Deauxnim, correct?
Iris:
... That is correct. It wasn't me.
Edgeworth:
...Very well then.
Iris:
Um... Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...Yes?
Iris:
You are a prosecutor... aren't you? Are you sure about this? If your true identity is revealed...
Edgeworth:
Don't worry. ...I've taken the necessary steps.
Iris:
Y-You have...?
Edgeworth:
...Iris. It is a prosecutor's job to doubt people.
Iris:
...
Edgeworth:
But right now... I am a defense attorney. A defense attorney's job is to believe in people, and to believe until the bitter end. That's what a friend of mine told me once.
Iris:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
You may pass judgment on me from the defendant's chair. You are the one to decide... ...whether or not I am able to do the task I have been entrusted.
Iris:
... ...Very well, sir. I leave my defense in your capable hands.
February 9, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 7
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Sister Iris of Hazakura Temple.
Edgeworth:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
...The defense does indeed appear to be ready... However, the same cannot be said for the prosecution in this case.
Edgeworth:
...Indeed.
Judge:
I'm not sure I like such blatant waste of this court's time. An empty prosecutor's chair can only mean... ...that the prosecutor has no confidence in their ability to prove their case. It would seem this case is already over before it had a chance to begin. I am ready to announce my verdict at this time. This court finds the defendant...
Objection!
???:
The prosecution... stands ready.
Judge:
A-And you are...?
von Karma:
Franziska von Karma... Prosecuting prodigy.
Judge:
V-Von Karma, you say...? Perchance, you wouldn't be of any relation to the legendary prosecutor Manfred von Karma?
von Karma:
... Legends are a thing of the past. I am a Von Karma. That is all. Upon a special request, I flew in today for the purposes of prosecuting this case.
Judge:
Y-You did!? Then... you must be quite a big shot, eh! By the way, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
I'm almost certain that I've seen you somewhere before. Or am I just imagining things? You look very much like a prosecutor I met once...
Edgeworth:
...I believe you are imagining things, Your Honor.
Judge:
Ms. von Karma? Do you have anything to say?
von Karma:
... There is no such weakling as this man among those of the Prosecutor's Office.
Judge:
There... there isn't...? But I'm sure... once before, in this courtroom... Ack!
von Karma:
...I told you, there is no such weakling!
Judge:
Wh-What is that!? A whip!? I'm not sure I care for such a thing in my courtroom!
Judge:
B-Bailiff! Remove that whip, at...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...I have no objection to the whip.
Judge:
Y-You don't...?
Edgeworth:
The prosecution can wield a whip or drink seventeen cups of coffee... But there is still only one truth. That is what I stand here to prove today!
von Karma:
This promises to be interesting... Miles Edgeworth. ...I had expected to face Phoenix Wright here today. But looking at you now... ...maybe this is what I have been waiting for all this time. Miles Edgeworth! I will not allow this chance to crush you slip through my fingers!
Edgeworth:
...I see you brought your flair for the histrionic.
Judge:
Allow me to add to the things I'm not sure about... People acting bizarrely in my court! Uwa-hah!
von Karma:
...The stage is set. Now continue with the proceedings, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Ms. von Karma, please give an outline of this case. With as little whipping as possible!
von Karma:
The murder victim is the famed picture book author, Ms. Elise Deauxnim. Her body was found in the Hazakura Temple courtyard. She had been stabbed through the torso by a ceremonial sword from a golden statue.
Judge:
The sword in this picture... is the weapon in question, correct...? ...Very well. The court accepts this photo of the crime scene.
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
von Karma:
There is no mistake. This was the doing of Sister Iris. After all... there is a witness to her crime.
Judge:
...Very well. Please bring this witness to the stand!
Edgeworth:
(And so it begins... My first and my last trial... as a defense attorney!)
von Karma:
...Witness. State your name and occupation. Please.
Judge:
H-Hold on here! I'm not sure about being not sure if I care for this at all! Witness! Please stand up nice and straight!
Edgeworth:
If I recall correctly... ...there are a few milk crates in the defendant's lobby for witnesses with bad backs.
Judge:
Bailiff! Fetch a crate for this poor lady, please!
von Karma:
...Once again. Your name and occupation, please.
Bikini:
Little old me? Well, I'm the head nun of Hazakura Temple on Eagle Mountain. My name is Bikini. You got it? Bikini. Nice to meet everyone.
Judge:
... But you don't appear to be wearing a bikini right now... Uwah!
von Karma:
...The courtroom is the garden of holy judgment. Those with lechery in their hearts should leave this sanctuary at once!
Judge:
Y-You want me to leave!?
Bikini:
No need to get your bikinis in a twist! Let me tell you, I'm a sight to behold in summer! Wha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha!
Edgeworth:
In any case... Witness. I hear that you saw the crime take place on the night in question.
Bikini:
That's right! I can still hardly believe it myself, to be honest. There's no way dear little Iris could do anything like that...
Judge:
Let us hear what you have to say then. First, tell us aboot your own movements that night, eh!
Witness Testimony
-- The Night of the Murder --
Bikini:
That night I was helping an acolyte with her training in the Inner Temple. But...
Well, as you can see, my back likes to act up. Violently.
So, I left Iris to help the acolyte, and returned to Hazakura Temple.
There's no bath at the Inner Temple, you see, and I needed a long, hot soak.
It was after I had finished, just as I was heading back... that's when I saw it!
Judge:
Hmm... So it was simply coincidence that you found yourself returning to Hazakura Temple?
Bikini:
...Yes, you could say that. If my back hadn't been in so much pain, I would have stayed at the Inner Temple.
Edgeworth:
(That sounds like a pretty important statement she just made...)
von Karma:
There is only one problem with this testimony that I can see... And you're not about to fall at the first hurdle, now are you, Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. ...Please begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Night of the Murder --
Bikini:
That night I was helping an acolyte with her training in the Inner Temple. But...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What is this Inner Temple...?
Bikini:
Well, see, conversing with the spirits is what we train people to do, right?
Judge:
We'll be the ones asking you the questions, madam.
Bikini:
...In order to do that, a place strong in spiritual power is required. There's a small temple across Dusky Bridge, called the Inner Temple.  Acolytes must spend an entire night there to undergo intense training.
Edgeworth:
And how exactly do you help with this process...?
Bikini:
It is all quite exacting. It can't be performed without a nun supervising.
von Karma:
Like a tutor, watching to make sure a spoiled child studies.
Edgeworth:
(A tutor with a whip, in your case.) If that is the case... ...then why did you return to Hazakura Temple, where the murder took place?
Bikini:
Well, as you can see, my back likes to act up. Violently.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Violently...?
Bikini:
That's right. It's no laughing matter, especially in winter! I can't hold anything heavier than a knife and fork during the cold months! Just being alive is like strict training! Wah ha ha! Wha ha! Wah ha ha!
Edgeworth:
On the night of the murder, was this fabulous back of yours hurting again...?
Bikini:
That's right. Raging like a bull in a pigpen. I almost fainted once or twice! I just knew that unless I warmed it up, it was going to finally finish me off!
Bikini:
So, I left Iris to help the acolyte, and returned to Hazakura Temple.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You "left Iris to help"... With what?
Bikini:
What do you think? The acolyte's training, of course. It was just past 10 PM, so we were starting to enter into the training exercises proper.
Judge:
Wasn't it your place to remain with the disciple?
Bikini:
Well, the job is simply to watch over the acolyte so that they don't pass away.
Edgeworth:
Just to confirm this point again, that night... ...you met Iris in the Inner Temple, correct?
Bikini:
Yes, yes. She's a gentle, honest girl. She's never once failed to follow my directions.
Present Iris' Testimony
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Witnesses have to undergo their own trials, I'm afraid. The defendant's fate rests on their powers of observation and memory, after all.
Bikini:
Well, well, well. Don't worry! I'm more than up to the task! I'm a woman of faith, after all. The head honcho of Hazakura Temple.
Edgeworth:
In that case, Ms. Honcho... I'd like you to explain something for me. The discrepancy between your testimony and that of the defendant, Iris. She claims that after ringing the lights out bell, she went back and stayed in her room. ...Which means! She did not go to the Inner Temple at all!
Bikini:
N... No...! She said that...?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
A defendant or a witness... Who is more likely to lie, do you suppose? The defendant is simply lying to cover her back!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But that is completely illogical. The murder was committed in the courtyard of Hazakura Temple. Claiming that she "went to the Inner Temple" would make for a much better alibi.
von Karma:
...!
Bikini:
But that is odd... Whatever the reason... I can't believe that she would lie...!
Judge:
Hmm... she does indeed have honest eyes! Uwaaaah!
von Karma:
...All people lie. That is my belief.
Judge:
Why am I the only one being whipped in here...!? Anyway! Neither the witness nor the defendant have any reason to lie! Which means... We must call your memory into question...
Bikini:
Dear, dear, dear. You're older than me and yet you want to play that game, do you?
Judge:
A-Ah, well, that isn't exactly what I...
Bikini:
My memory is perfect! Crystal clear! Especially in winter!
Judge:
Then... I suppose it's too early to end this cross-examination, eh. Mr. Edgeworth. If you are going to question the memory of this witness... ...you will need to show me a more decisive piece of evidence.
Edgeworth:
...Understood, Your Honor. (I was naïve to think that alone would do the trick.)
Judge:
Then please add your comments aboot Iris to the testimony... And let us return to the cross-examination.
Changes statement from "So, I left Iris to help the acolyte, and returned to Hazakura Temple." to "Iris came to the Inner Temple. She was dressed exactly as she had been at dinner."
Bikini:
Iris came to the Inner Temple. She was dressed exactly as she had been at dinner.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you sure that you're not making a mistake...?
Bikini:
...You, young man, need to get your estimation of me up from the floor!
Edgeworth:
Nngh...!
Bikini:
Iris always wears the same clothes. The smallest thing out of place would have stood out like a sore thumb to me! You're making a mistake, thinking I made a mistake!
Judge:
...An excellent finish there, witness.
Edgeworth:
(Still, I have to wonder...)
Present Iris's Hood
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Witness. Let's get one thing straight."
Bikini:
There's no bath at the Inner Temple, you see, and I needed a long, hot soak.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...So you returned to the Hazakura Temple in order to take a bath?
Bikini:
My back is to blame for everything. It's a "do or be done in" kind of world, after all.
Edgeworth:
How long were you in the bath for, if you don't mind me asking?
Bikini:
... My my my, what a filthy little rogue you are! I know what's on your mind!
Edgeworth:
...?
Bikini:
I bet your next question is going to be, "Where exactly did you wash?" Ah, THIS is why you have to watch the young ones...
Edgeworth:
W-What are you going on about!? I was... Gwah!
von Karma:
...Pathetic, Miles Edgeworth.
Judge:
The lowest of the low.
Edgeworth:
(Is there some sort of "Kick Me" sign stuck to the defense's bench!?)
Bikini:
Anyway, I couldn't afford to be away from my post for too long, you understand, so...
Bikini:
It was after I had finished, just as I was heading back... that's when I saw it!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The crime took place in the courtyard, correct...?
Bikini:
When you go from my room to the Main Hall... ...you have to take a winding hallway from which you can see the courtyard.
von Karma:
That's right. In other words... ...it was pure coincidence that the witness saw the crime taking place before her eyes. There was no complicated set-up in this case!
Judge:
Hmm... That certainly seems to be true.
Edgeworth:
(There is indeed only one problem with this testimony. If I can clearly point out what it is, then I can begin to quantify... ...just how good this witness's memory and observation skills are.)
Edgeworth:
...Witness. Let's get one thing straight. The defendant whom you claim to have met... ...she was wearing this "Demon-Warding Hood", correct?
Bikini:
Of course! That is a very important piece of clothing, I'll have you know! Wha ha ha! Wha ha ha! Ha ha... Wait a minute...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
H-Hold it right there! Why do you have that...!?
Edgeworth:
That's the question of the day, now isn't it... Ms. von Karma? I'll have you know that this hood was given to someone as a gift that night. Before the lights out bell was rung.
von Karma:
W... What!?
Edgeworth:
...You know where I'm going with this, don't you? If the witness had seen the defendant as she claims... ...the defendant couldn't have been wearing this very hood!
Bikini:
Well well well!
Edgeworth:
(It's not a bad feeling at all, exposing contradictions like this... Now I understand that happy look on Wright's face every time he does it...)
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Witness, your response... Wuahaaa!
von Karma:
...Sister. This hood... You have spare ones around the temple, don't you?
Bikini:
Spares... Well... I do tend to make too many of them.
Judge:
I see... A stockpile. A surplus of hoods, eh?
Bikini:
Each nun is only given one hood. This should be the only hood that Iris owned...
Judge:
Hmm... Then this is quite strange! Waaaah!
von Karma:
If there was a surplus of hoods, then she could have worn one of those! ...There is no contradiction here!
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
(I'm sorry to break this to you, Ms. von Karma... but you won't get away that easily. Discrepancies such as this will sow seeds in any human heart. The seeds of doubt.)
Judge:
...Witness. While I don't wish to call your testimony into doubt... ...you must give every detail with precision.
Bikini:
I-I'm not sure I'm comfortable going along with this...
von Karma:
Sister. You shall continue with your testimony. Tell us what you saw after finishing your bath, on your way back to the Inner Temple!
Edgeworth:
(Those seeds of doubt are sprouting in the Judge's heart. They just need a little more stimulation to bear fruit... Contradictory stimulation.)
Witness Testimony
-- After My Bath --
Bikini:
I finished my bath around 11, and I thought I should return to the Inner Temple.
And as I was walking back... I heard a noise from the courtyard. I took a look and...
Iris was...! Oh, Mystic Elise! And with that sword, of all things!
Mystic Elise was staying in the corner room, which faces out onto the courtyard.
The stabbing I saw must have occurred after she was pushed out of her window.
Judge:
You saw a truly terrible sight, didn't you...? If I was in your place... ...then it would be much like Ms. von Karma whipping Mr. Edgeworth in two in court! And me, seeing it all from this very chair! ...Er, well, something like that.
Edgeworth:
(This judge... His imagination is about as vivid and creative as Detective Gumshoe...)
von Karma:
I would look the fool if I commented on such foolishness. Anyway, this case is mine... Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Calling everyone by their full name... Can't you do something about that habit of yours?
Cross Examination
-- After My Bath --
Bikini:
I finished my bath around 11, and I thought I should return to the Inner Temple.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...How far is it from your room to the Inner Temple?
Bikini:
Let me think a moment... About twenty minutes, on these stumps of mine. It's about 15 minutes to Dusky Bridge from Hazakura Temple. The Inner Temple is just beyond the bridge.
von Karma:
Still, you never made it back there that night, did you?
Bikini:
T-That's right... I was heading along the walkway toward the Main Hall...
Bikini:
And as I was walking back... I heard a noise from the courtyard. I took a look and...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You say you heard a noise...?
Bikini:
"Thump"... Just like that.
von Karma:
...That could only be the sound of the victim falling.
Bikini:
It's very quiet in the temple, you know. You can even hear the snow falling from the branches. "Thump"... Just like that.
Judge:
But then, couldn't this noise you heard have been snow falling to the ground?
Bikini:
... I never thought of that. Wah ha ha. Wha ha ha. Ha ha...
Judge:
Hoh hoh. Hoh hoh. Hoh hoh... Uaaaaaah!
von Karma:
The next one to laugh gets a whipping!
Bikini:
Well. Whatever the source of the sound, I looked over at the courtyard and...
Bikini:
Iris was...! Oh, Mystic Elise! And with that sword, of all things!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...This is the second time that the witness has testified to seeing the defendant. But... some doubt remains in these claims.
Bikini:
Hey, just what does that mean!? Just because you're a good-looking young man doesn't give you the right to...
Edgeworth:
The murderer who stabbed the victim with the sword... Sister Bikini, try to recall exactly who it was you saw! As clearly as you can!
Bikini:
Hmm... Well. You're a handsome young man, so I'll forgive you. ... Oh! Now that you mention it... There was something awfully strange about her... Something that has been bugging me all this time!
Edgeworth:
...Please, don't keep us in suspense.
Bikini:
Her hood!
von Karma:
Her hood...?
Bikini:
That's right! ...It's coming back to me... Iris... She wasn't wearing her hood! I thought something was out of place, but... It all makes sense now, doesn't it? After all, she'd given that hood away to someone, right?
Edgeworth:
...Urk!
von Karma:
Hah... You've dug your own grave, Miles Edgeworth!
Judge:
What do you say, Mr. Edgeworth? Is this testimony important?
It's not important
Edgeworth:
(...This line of questioning is only going to tear the  wound open further.) These statements are as useless as the investigations of a certain detective. ...There is no need to record them.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Very well. ...Please, continue with your testimony.
von Karma:
Hmph...
Leads back to cross-examination
It's important
Edgeworth:
(This may initially appear to put me at a disadvantage... But, I can't see any other leads at the moment...) ...Your Honor. I would like these new statements to be added to the testimony.
von Karma:
Heh... Miles Edgeworth.
von Karma:
If you want to hang yourself, you need only to ask. I'll gladly lend you my whip!
Judge:
Witness. Add that statement to your testimony.
Bikini:
...No problem.
Adds statement "Now that you mention it... Iris didn't have her hood on."
Bikini:
Now that you mention it... Iris didn't have her hood on.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You are sure about that...?
Bikini:
Yes. After all, we always wear the same clothes. Ah! I don't mean because we're poor, you understand? It's our style. Yes, that's it!
Edgeworth:
...There's absolutely no need to explain yourself.
Bikini:
Anyway! She looked different from normal, so that really stuck out.
von Karma:
Like me holding a whippet puppy instead of my whip.
Edgeworth:
(At least then it might bite you and not someone else...)
Bikini:
Iris didn't have her hood on. I'm sure of it!
Judge:
...Very well. Now, please tell us aboot the victim, eh.
Bikini:
Mystic Elise was staying in the corner room, which faces out onto the courtyard.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The room the victim was staying in overlooked the courtyard, correct?
Judge:
Which means... the victim's room was on the second floor?
Bikini:
No, no. Hazakura Temple is a single story building. But the mountain itself slopes downward... ...which elevates the Main Gate side of the temple and the guest rooms in the back... ...to about the height of a two story building.
Judge:
I see... And the victim was staying in one of these elevated rooms, correct?
Bikini:
Yes... I should know. I'm the one who carried her things to her room, after all...
Bikini:
The stabbing I saw must have occurred after she was pushed out of her window.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What makes you so sure of all this...?
Bikini:
It's just like I told you earlier... "I heard a noise from the courtyard." OK? "Thump"... Just like that.
von Karma:
You're one smart sister, I'll give you that. The autopsy report states that... ...the victim's body was covered in bruises... ...indicating a fall from around 10 feet in height.
Judge:
Hmm... It appears that the witness was not mistaken then.
Bikini:
Yep. Yep. I'm more than just a pretty face. Especially in winter! I'm a woman of faith, after all. The head honcho of Hazakura Temple.
Edgeworth:
(There's only two of them working there...!)
von Karma:
What's wrong, Miles Edgeworth? No snappy comeback remark?
Edgeworth:
...
Present Elise's Autopsy Report
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Impressive logic. That's what I'd like to say, anyway."
Edgeworth:
(...It doesn't feel like she is lying. This is very powerful testimony, too. She claims to have seen the instant in which the defendant stabbed the victim... There are only two things I can believe in right now... My client, Iris, and my own abilities as a defense attorney.)
Edgeworth:
...Impressive logic. That's what I'd like to say, anyway.
Bikini:
Oh please do! My brain is something else... especially in winter!
Edgeworth:
However... I think you are overlooking one thing. ...Ms. von Karma. Would you be so kind as to take another look at the autopsy report?
von Karma:
T-The autopsy report...?
Edgeworth:
The victim did fall from a  height of 10 feet. ...However. This fall... was after she was killed.
von Karma:
Ah...!
Judge:
T-That's right! It says "after death" right here!
Edgeworth:
The scene the witness claims to have seen is contradictory! If the defendant stabbed and killed the victim there in the courtyard... ...how did the victim then go on to take a ten foot fall!?
von Karma:
Aaah!
Judge:
O-Order! Order! The victim was killed and then fell! If that is the case... ...then the victim must have been killed in her room... Don't you agree?
von Karma:
Th-That is the logical conclusion... Yes, that's right! The victim must have been stabbed by the defendant in her own room! And she was then thrown out of her window down into the  courtyard below!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Were there any signs of a struggle in Ms. Deauxnim's room...?
von Karma:
...!
Edgeworth:
She was stabbed with a sword! That would leave a blood stain, wouldn't you agree?
Judge:
W-Well, Ms. von Karma? Was there any blood...? Waaaaaah!
von Karma:
...No traces of blood were found in the victim's room.
Judge:
...Your whip has just caused traces of blood to be found on my glorious playoff beard. However! If there was no blood in the room, then your claim that... Waaaaah!
von Karma:
I'm sure there's no need for me to go over this... ...as I'm sure Your Honor is well aware... ...of when a stab wound produces the most blood.
Judge:
When it produces the most blood...?
von Karma:
Very little blood is actually lost at the moment of a blade's insertion. If you want to talk about when the most blood would be lost from a body... ...that would be when the blade is removed.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. With the weapon still in place... ...it acts like a lid on the wound.
Judge:
That's true... With the weapon still in the body, there wouldn't be much bleeding... A perfectly reasonable line of thinking!
von Karma:
We have come to a conclusion then! The victim was thrown out of the window with the sword still in place... This removes all of the contradictions!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! I must admit that this is a probable version of events!
Edgeworth:
(I'd expect no less from Franziska von Karma... She locates and takes control of every vital point!)
von Karma:
...Hmph...
Judge:
It seems... ...that we need a clearer testimony from the witness. Remove all supposition on your part and tell us only the truth, please! Witness! Please! Remain standing on the crate!
Bikini:
Don't go selling me short now! The weight of winter snow has bent me out of shape! ...Especially my back and my mood!
von Karma:
Sister. Please give us your testimony. I will give you a vigorous massage once we are finished here.
Edgeworth:
(...With the whip?)
Bikini:
...Oh, boy. Alright, alright...
Witness Testimony
-- Further Details --
Bikini:
When I looked across at the scene, the sword was already in place.
Thinking about it now, I didn't actually see her stab Mystic Elise.
I've never seen so much blood before...
That's when I fainted. You can't blame me, can you?
And when I awoke... Mystic Ami was... stabbing Mystic Elise through the back!
Judge:
Hmm... This all confirms Ms. von Karma's theory...
von Karma:
Von Karmas strive for nothing but perfection. Putting together such facts is nothing for me! You should know that, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
("Perfection" is an impossibility, Franziska von Karma... And I'm here to teach you just that...)
Cross Examination
-- Further Details --
Bikini:
When I looked across at the scene, the sword was already in place.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
At that time... was the victim bleeding?
Bikini:
Well... I was very shocked to be seeing all this, of course... So I'm not entirely sure... But I don't think I saw any blood. Not then.
von Karma:
...I'm sure that you didn't. The weapon was acting as a plug in the wound.
Edgeworth:
In any case... Let's be clear on one very important point. Did you actually see the instant in which the victim was stabbed!?
Bikini:
Thinking about it now, I didn't actually see her stab Mystic Elise.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...Think carefully. This is very important.
Bikini:
It's Iris we are talking about here! I'm thinking for all I'm worth! ... No, when I looked over, the sword was already in Mystic Elise's body.
Judge:
Hmmmmmm...
Edgeworth:
(It might not be  conclusive, but... ...this testimony supports her theory.)
von Karma:
The victim was stabbed in her room and then dropped into the courtyard... ...I think this proves it rather well, Miles Edgeworth.
Bikini:
I saw the instant in which the blade, plunged in to the hilt, was smoothly drawn out.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"Smoothly", you say... You're saying you saw the sword smoothly slide out?
Bikini:
That's right...
Bikini:
The whole thing happened right next to the gold statue of Mystic Ami. Mystic Elise was on the ground, and Iris was stooped over her. The sword was buried up to the hilt. When Iris stood up, the sword in her hand just slid out of Mystic Elise's body. It slid out from that gaping wound...! Aaaah...
Judge:
It goes without saying... that if the sword was removed there would be bleeding.
von Karma:
...Nothing out of place here.
Edgeworth:
(Is that really the case...? I can't help but feel that something about this testimony is very out of place... That something which couldn't possibly have happened... appears to have happened.)
Present Shichishito
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Sister Bikini. You are a reliable witness..."
Bikini:
I've never seen so much blood before...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...So you're saying that you saw the victim's blood?
Bikini:
T-That's right! Some of it had splattered onto Iris, too...
von Karma:
When the defendant was arrested, she was meditating in her room. And her blood-flecked clothing was neatly folded in the corner.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!? (Her clothes were blood-flecked as well...?)
Judge:
Hmmm... That seems quite conclusive to me...
Edgeworth:
(What should I do...? Press this point further?)
Stop here
Edgeworth:
(I can't afford to make things look any worse for the defendant. I'll bide my time for now.)
Judge:
...Witness. Please continue your testimony. From after you witnessed the victim bleeding!
Leads back to cross-examination
Press further
Edgeworth:
Going back to your previous statement... ...you said that you saw little bleeding when the victim was stabbed. But now... you say you saw the victim bleeding...?
Bikini:
Well, well. I say that what I saw is what I saw.
Judge:
W-What did you see?
Bikini:
Maybe I didn't see the poor woman get stabbed... But I saw the girl pull the sword out of her, plain as day.
Edgeworth:
Pulling the sword out...?
Bikini:
Well, it wasn't exactly pulling... It was more like it "came out".
Judge:
Witness! You will add this statement to your testimony!
Bikini:
Oh... Was that important...!?
Edgeworth:
(More important than you can imagine...)
Adds statement "I saw the instant in which the blade, plunged in to the hilt, was smoothly drawn out."
Press (after adding statement "I saw the instant in which the blade, plunged in to the hilt, was smoothly drawn out.")
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was the bleeding caused by the killer removing the sword...?
Bikini:
No mistaking it! I remember it all, clear as day!
Edgeworth:
...Don't you think that's a bit odd?
von Karma:
What do you mean, Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Why would the killer pull out the sword?
von Karma:
What...?
Edgeworth:
If all she wanted to do was place the weapon in the hand of the gold statue... ...then there was no reason to remove it from the body. All that would've accomplished is causing the victim to bleed unnecessarily. ...Your thoughts, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
T-That's...
Judge:
Indeed... It is strange, now that you mention it.
Edgeworth:
(I'm going to need to find an answer to this mystery, too...)
von Karma:
A-Anyway! The witness saw something terrible! ...So what did you do after that, witness?
Bikini:
That's when I fainted. You can't blame me, can you?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Now, on to what the killer did next... You saw none of it? Correct?
Bikini:
Well... I was unconscious...
von Karma:
How long were you out for?
Bikini:
I don't know... 10, maybe 20 minutes...? A young man with a very prickly looking head woke me up. ...By stepping on me, actually.
Judge:
Hmm... I'm not sure I like that method of resuscitation!
Bikini:
Well, I wasn't asking for mouth-to-mouth, or anything of the sort... ...but I would've welcomed a more gentle awakening right about then, let me tell you.
Edgeworth:
...I shall have words with the offender personally. What did you see upon awakening...?
Bikini:
And when I awoke... Mystic Ami was... stabbing Mystic Elise through the back!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By "Mystic Ami", you are referring to the golden statue, correct?
Bikini:
Just stabbing someone with the Shichishito, a sacred treasure, is terrible enough.
Bikini:
But to then make Mystic Ami hold the blade...!
von Karma:
Truly, a heinous, despicable crime.
Edgeworth:
It is easy to despise something. Anyone can do it. However, there is something that cannot be done so easily...
von Karma:
Whatever it is, I'm sure it's doubly hard for you. Anyway, what is the problem?
Edgeworth:
Exactly why would the killer set up this gruesome scene? Can anyone explain the reasoning behind that?
von Karma:
...!
Judge:
Hmmmmm... No, I don't think I can.
von Karma:
... There isn't always a logical reason behind why someone acts!
Bikini:
That's true, so true. In early spring, for example, I often find myself...
Edgeworth:
("There isn't always"... That phrase might come in handy someday.)
Edgeworth:
(There are too many unnatural elements in this case... Why was it necessary to use the Shichishito from the Ami statue as a weapon? Why was the weapon finally placed back in the hand of the statue? If I can expose the flaws in this testimony, perhaps then I will begin to find the truth.)
Edgeworth:
Sister Bikini. You are a reliable witness... At least, I'd like to think so. But there are too many contradictions here.
Bikini:
W-What do you mean? You make it sound as though I'm a liar! But... You're a handsome young man, so I'll forgive you.
von Karma:
What contradictions are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
In the scene that the witness claims to have seen... ...the weapon was thrust up to its hilt into the victim. Furthermore... the killer withdrew the weapon smoothly from the body. ...However! Both of these are complete impossibilities!
Judge:
What do you mean...? Please, explain you... Uwaaaaah!
von Karma:
Explain yourself!
Edgeworth:
To start with... Do you think it would be possible to stab someone to the hilt with this? No matter how I look at the defendant, she doesn't appear strong enough for that.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
"Doesn't appear"...? What meaningless dribble! I, too, may appear to be weak and frail... But I can crush men under my heel and make them weep, should I so choose!
Judge:
The objection stands! I wept a little back there, I must admit.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...That isn't the only issue here. If this sword was truly stabbed into the body up to the hilt... Well, just look at all the branches on it. It certainly wouldn't come out smoothly.
von Karma:
T-That's...
Edgeworth:
We also have the problem of the amount of bleeding. It's true that when a blade is left in a body, it acts as a "plug" of sorts. However! When the weapon is shaped like this, it's an entirely different story. The wound would be too large for the blade to completely stop from bleeding!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
T-That's nothing more than conjecture! In reality, the victim was stabbed with the Shichishito. Even a weapon of this nature... ...may still sometimes slide out smoothly, and may still sometimes stop the blood loss!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'm not finished. There is still one more... conclusive contradiction.
Judge:
Y-You've still got more!?
Edgeworth:
...This one is simple. If this sword really was thrust in all the way to the hilt... ...why is there only blood on the tip of it?
von Karma:
Ah...!
Edgeworth:
If this witness is telling the truth... Then there should be blood along the entire length of the sword!
von Karma:
Noooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order! Ord-- Whaaaaaaaa!
von Karma:
Bravo... Miles Edgeworth. Raising this many contradictions from a single piece of evidence! All the other attorneys I know could maybe manage one, if that!
Judge:
But what does this all mean!? You have proven contradictions regarding the murder weapon, but...
Edgeworth:
...Having come this far, there can only be one answer.
von Karma:
And that is...?
Edgeworth:
The weapon used to kill the victim... ...was not the Shichishito!
Judge:
W-Whaaaaaaaaat!?
von Karma:
A foolishly foolish idea born from the foolish mind of a foolhardy foolish fool.
Edgeworth:
Let's examine this again. What was it that made us think this sword was the murder weapon?
Bikini:
W-Well... It's because Mystic Ami was holding it...
Edgeworth:
...Exactly. However! If you reflect on this, that is the only basis we have to assume such a thing. The impression left by the scene was just too strong. That is what influenced us. It influenced us to believe that the Shichishito was the murder weapon!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Waaaaaaaaah!
von Karma:
So maybe the Shichishito was not the murder weapon. Even if that is the case... it changes nothing, Miles Edgeworth! The Sister here saw everything! She saw the defendant stab the victim with a sword-like object.
Judge:
Hmmmmmm... That's true! Your response, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
... If that is so... I would like the prosecution to answer the obvious question it raises.
Judge:
The obvious... question?
Edgeworth:
...Yes. Namely... Where did the real murder weapon disappear to?
von Karma:
...!
Edgeworth:
It goes without saying that the police searched the Main Hall and the surrounding area. ...Perhaps the prosecution can enlighten us as to if a "sword-like object" was found.
von Karma:
T-That's...
Judge:
Answer the question, Ms. von Karma!
von Karma:
... No evidence of that kind was found.
Judge:
Hmmmmm... Another mystery to throw onto the pile! A trial without a murder weapon is a tricky beast!
Bikini:
Excuse me... Could I say something...? I just remembered something, actually...
von Karma:
...What is it, Sister?
Bikini:
I was just thinking... It's possible... ...that just maybe... what actually happened was... it was just over there...
Judge:
... What exactly are you going on aboot here?
Bikini:
The murder weapon, I mean! Maybe... I think I might know where the sword was disposed of!
Edgeworth:
You what!?
von Karma:
Well then... I think we need to hear testimony from you one more time, Sister.
Edgeworth:
(Impossible...! What else... What else could this old woman have seen!?)
Witness Testimony
-- Location of the Weapon --
Bikini:
I saw the murder at around 11 PM...
And after asking that it be reported, I went out to the Main Gate.
And there... I saw tracks! Tracks that indicated the snowmobile had been used!
It takes 15 minutes to walk to Dusky Bridge, but less than 5 using one of those!
Maybe they threw the weapon into Eagle River and came back while I was knocked out?
...Iris could have done that. She can drive a snowmobile after all...
Judge:
Hmmmmmm... Witness. Please, tell us everything you know right away next time.
Bikini:
Well. I'm not in the best of shape. What with my back and my age, you know.
von Karma:
Quite... There were indeed snowmobile tracks in front of the Main Gate. Here is a photograph.
Judge:
A snowmobile, eh... I see. Well, it certainly is an interesting theory...
von Karma:
The tracks begin in front of Hazakura Temple... ...and run all the way to Dusky Bridge!
Tracks Photo added to the Court Record.
von Karma:
...That solves your pesky little problem, yes? The Eagle River's current is quite swift, meaning that it doesn't freeze over in winter. Making it the perfect place to dispose of the murder weapon!
Edgeworth:
(Did she really go to the river to dispose of the murder weapon...?)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth! ...Your cross-examination, please.
Cross Examination
-- Location of the Weapon --
Bikini:
I saw the murder at around 11 PM...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...You are sure about the time?
Bikini:
Yes... I was worried about it, after all.
Judge:
Why was that?
Bikini:
Because I have a strong sense of responsibility. Especially at this time of year. The acolyte was being doused in freezing water at the time... I couldn't very well take it easy in the bath all night now, could I? So at 11, I decided to leave Hazakura Temple.
Edgeworth:
(Her estimation of the time seems reliable, at least.)
von Karma:
Please continue, Sister.
Bikini:
And after asking that it be reported, I went out to the Main Gate.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You asked Phoenix Wright to report the crime, correct?
Bikini:
Right, right, the one who trampled me.
Edgeworth:
(It seems she is the type to hold a grudge...)
Bikini:
There isn't a phone in the Main Hall, so I sent him to the bridge.
von Karma:
Phoenix Wright... He didn't even have his cell phone on him?
Edgeworth:
He had forgotten it at home, apparently.
von Karma:
What a naïve boy, as always! Not only do I always carry my phone, but I always have my whip in hand, too!
Bikini:
Anyway, I was really scared... And it was taking him a while to get back... So I thought I'd go out by the Main Gate for a spell.
Bikini:
And there... I saw tracks! Tracks that indicated the snowmobile had been used!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
As I recall, there was a snowmobile outside the Main Gate when I visited.
Bikini:
That's it. That's the only one we have. It'll run no matter how much snow falls!
Edgeworth:
Now, you're certain the snowmobile was there at the Main Gate when you arrived?
Bikini:
Yes, of course. It was parked in front of the gate.
von Karma:
So... she had already gone, discarded the murder weapon, and returned by that time.
Edgeworth:
(...I'm not sure if this is really relevant... What should I do...?)
Press further
Edgeworth:
(...I need answers to every possible doubt.) The snowmobile in question... Was it still warm at that time?
Bikini:
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? What do you mean? What do you mean?
Judge:
What do you mean, eh?
von Karma:
What do you mean, Miles Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
(...I'm playing to a slow crowd here.) It goes without saying that using a snowmobile will heat its engine. If it was still warm, then it means it was recently used.
Bikini:
Ah! I see! I never thought of that!
Judge:
Hmmm, that's right! I overlooked that, too!
von Karma:
...Of course you did.
Edgeworth:
Then answer the question please, witness.
Bikini:
... I don't often go around touching hot engines...
Edgeworth:
...Hmm.
Bikini:
However... Now that you mention it... There wasn't any snow on it.
Judge:
Snow...?
Bikini:
Yes. For some reason, only the snowmobile wasn't covered in snow...
Edgeworth:
(There wasn't any snow on it!? Curses!)
Judge:
It seems highly likely that the killer did use the snowmobile then, eh!
von Karma:
How long does it take to get to Dusky Bridge by snowmobile?
Leads back to cross-examination
Stop here
Edgeworth:
(It looks very likely that the snowmobile is related to this case. I can't help but think that Iris used it... But for what...? I'd better hold off on this... for now.)
Judge:
...Well then, witness.
Judge:
How long does it take to reach the bridge by snowmobile?
Leads back to cross-examination
Bikini:
It takes 15 minutes to walk to Dusky Bridge, but less than 5 using one of those!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
In that case... why didn't you use it yourself? You could've spared yourself some walking.
Bikini:
Ah! There's a reason for that! Have we got a moment for me to explain?
Judge:
I think that's why the question was asked in the first place...
Bikini:
...It was about a month ago. I was driving my beloved little snowmobile, happy as can be. I'd fetched some water and was heading back when I went and crashed into a tree! The tree and my back both went crunch. Just like that. Crunch.
Judge:
Hmm... Crunch.
Bikini:
...I haven't been able to find the courage to ride anything since then...
Bikini:
Anyway, the killer must have used it!
Bikini:
Maybe they threw the weapon into Eagle River and came back while I was knocked out?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Refresh our memory. How long were you knocked out for...?
Bikini:
Like I said, somewhere between 10 to 20 minutes.
von Karma:
It's possible to get to the bridge and back in 10 minutes using the snowmobile...
Edgeworth:
...I have to concede that is more than enough time.
von Karma:
Is that all you wish to concede, Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...
Present Tracks Photo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I admit this photograph proves something."
Bikini:
...Iris could have done that. She can drive a snowmobile after all...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
While it would have been possible, time-wise... ...one element remains out of place here.
Judge:
Oh? And what would this mystery element be?
Edgeworth:
The killer's reasoning, Your Honor. "Why did the killer do all of this?" Why go to the Eagle River to dispose of the murder weapon when there are other methods?
Judge:
Hmm... Too many unanswered questions! Your response, Ms. von Karma? Waaaaaaaah!
von Karma:
Turning to me for help over the slightest thing! Why don't you think for yourself once in a while? ...Your Honor.
Judge:
Whaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
(She's as over the top as always...)
von Karma:
A-Anyway... Whatever the reason, the fact remains that the defendant could have done this! The murder weapon was disposed of in the river! Another point to me, Miles Edgeworth!
Present Tracks Photo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I admit this photograph proves something."
Edgeworth:
(Another mystery to feed the fire... "Was there any reason to go and throw away the murder weapon"...? Luckily, there is surely a problem with this testimony. Now all I have to do is start poking holes in this flawed account...)
Edgeworth:
I admit this photograph proves something. It proves that the snowmobile was used on the night of the murder.
von Karma:
You've finally accepted the inevitable, it seems... Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
However... If what the witness says is true, why is there only one set of tracks?
von Karma:
What do you mean...?
Edgeworth:
Iris left Hazakura Temple, threw the weapon into the river, and then returned. If this was the case, then naturally there should be two sets of tracks in the snow! Those from heading out to
the bridge, and those from coming back.
Bikini:
... Ah...! You're right!
von Karma:
Hmph... You are forgetting one thing, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...?
von Karma:
On the night of the murder, it was snowing. The tracks leading to the bridge were erased by the snowfall. This removes your precious contradiction, now doesn't it!
Judge:
I see! While she was at the river, the snow stopped... ...leaving just the return tracks in the snow.
von Karma:
What do you have to say now, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Is there a flaw in her theory...? This idea that the snowfall covered one set of tracks...?)
It's flawless.
Edgeworth:
...The tracks leading to the bridge were covered by the snow.
Edgeworth:
I do not have any evidence that can dispute this claim.
von Karma:
...In which case, the rest is simple. Sister. Who was the only person who could have driven the snowmobile that night?
Bikini:
Well... that would be...!
von Karma:
...You can't hide it. I already know the answer.
Bikini:
......... It could only be Iris.
Judge:
A-And the reason being...!?
Bikini:
There is only one key for the snowmobile.
von Karma:
A key... that the defendant is responsible for!
Edgeworth:
Whaaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Now I don't feel like a clueless Puck Bunny! I understand everything! If the defendant did indeed use the snowmobile... ...which means that Iris is most definitely the murder--
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...Your Honor! Please, wait a moment.
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
There is one gaping hole in Ms. von Karma's claim!
Judge:
... I'm not sure if I care for your response, Mr. Edgeworth. Next time, bring up whatever issues you have earlier. Do you understand!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (I should have noticed it sooner...!)
Leads to:
"The tracks to the river were covered by snow... What a nice theory."
There is a contradiction.
Leads to:
"The tracks to the river were covered by snow... What a nice theory."
Edgeworth:
The tracks to the river were covered by snow... What a nice theory. However, Ms. von Karma... That is impossible.
von Karma:
... Would you care to explain... ...why there is a rude index finger currently pointed in my general direction?
Edgeworth:
...No need. The evidence will do all of the talking for me.
Judge:
On the night of the murder the killer went to, and returned from, Dusky Bridge... ...in order to dispose of the murder weapon. The outgoing tracks were erased by snow. ...Or so claims Ms. von Karma. Mr. Edgeworth! Present your evidence to the contrary, eh! Evidence that the outgoing tracks were not covered by snow!
Present Crime Photo
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ultimately, it all comes down to one point."
Present Weather Data
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Witness! Please tell us again what time it was when you witnessed the crime.
Bikini:
Like I said! It was around 11.
Edgeworth:
...Of course, this means that the weapon was thrown away after that time, correct? On that note... Please take a look at this data. It is the weather report for Eagle Mountain on the night of the murder.
Judge:
The... weather report...?
Edgeworth:
Snow started to fall at 7 PM... But it stopped at around 10:50.
von Karma:
...!
Edgeworth:
Therefore! When the Sister witnessed the crime at 11 PM... ...the snow had already stopped falling! It is impossible for any tracks made after that time to have been covered up!
von Karma:
Aaah!
Judge:
O-Order! Order!
Judge:
Very well then... It looks like Ms. von Karma's claim has been... snowed in. Waaaaaah!
von Karma:
...It's too soon to be closing this trial due to snow! Miles Edgeworth! How pathetic of you to rely on the weather of all things!
Edgeworth:
...
von Karma:
Answer me this, then! When is a weather report ever correct!?
Judge:
Ah, no, no no... You've got it all wrong. This isn't a forecast... This is... actual data... Gyaaaaah!
von Karma:
Forecast, data, all weather reports have some inaccuracies! It may have still been snowing in the vicinity well past 11 PM!
Judge:
Hmmmm... It's true. We cannot be totally sure, eh!
Edgeworth:
W-What!? (How did she pull that off!?)
Judge:
"It had stopped snowing at Hazakura Temple when the murder took place." ...You need to provide conclusive evidence of this.
Edgeworth:
(I've come this far... There's no turning back now.) ...Very well. I, too, cannot allow any doubt to remain concerning this testimony.
von Karma:
Hah... You can't back down, can you? Such a perfectionist, Miles Edgeworth!
Judge:
Very well then... Mr. Edgeworth! Where is your evidence that it had already stopped snowing when the victim was killed!?
Present Crime Photo
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ultimately, it all comes down to one point."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Judge:
... Your response, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
It looks like... It is still snowing in your heart, too. Shivering in the cold, you are closing your eyes to the truth...
Edgeworth:
...!
Judge:
And to think you just arrived after a long, tiring flight from Germany. That was poetry. Pure poetry.
Edgeworth:
(This evidence is only going to freeze my case solid.)
von Karma:
Respond! Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Even if it is snowing in my heart... At the time of the murder... it had already stopped snowing at Hazakura Temple!
Leads back to:
"Very well then... Mr. Edgeworth!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Here is the evidence! What do you have to say, Your Honor...?
Judge:
... ...This reminds me of when I was a little hockey goon in training... When I was a child, I hoped for school to be canceled due to heavy snowfall. Perhaps, Mr. Edgeworth, it would've been better for you had court been snowed in. ...That's all this evidence says to me, in any case.
Edgeworth:
... Nothing else...?
Judge:
Nothing else.
von Karma:
Oh dear... You seem to have missed, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...!
Edgeworth:
(According to the witness's testimony, the incident occurred after 11 PM... In which case... ...there has to be evidence that can undeniably prove something doesn't match up!)
Leads back to:
"On the night of the murder the killer went to, and returned from, Dusky Bridge..."
Edgeworth:
Ultimately, it all comes down to one point. That being... Whether or not it was snowing in that courtyard when the victim was stabbed...
von Karma:
That's right. But proving that is...
Edgeworth:
Incredibly easy.
von Karma:
...!
Edgeworth:
If we want to know whether it was snowing or not, this photo will tell us everything. Of course, I am referring to the photo of the crime scene. As you can see... everything is covered with snow. ...With just one exception.
von Karma:
And that is...?
Edgeworth:
The victim herself, Ms. Elise Deauxnim! Why is there no snow on top of her...? The answer is simple! It had stopped snowing when she was killed, that's why!
von Karma:
Gnnngh!
Edgeworth:
In other words! If the killer really did go to the Eagle River to dispose of the murder weapon... ...then in this photograph, there should be two sets of tracks!
von Karma:
Aaaaah!
Judge:
Order! Order! Just what are you... Gyahaah!
von Karma:
J-Just what are you suggesting, Miles Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
(To be honest... I am not entirely sure myself. But...) This is simply what all of the facts point to. That night... someone used the snowmobile to leave Hazakura Temple. From the tracks left, it can be understood that they were heading for Dusky Bridge. At that time... it was still snowing. 
von Karma:
Of course it was. Because those tracks were gone.
Edgeworth:
Then when this person returned to Hazakura Temple... ...the snow had stopped. Thus, the return tracks remained.
Judge:
Hmmmmm...
Bikini:
Can I say something? This all sounds a bit fishy to me...
von Karma:
...What does, Sister?
Bikini:
There is only one key for the snowmobile.
Edgeworth:
...!
von Karma:
Furthermore, on the night in question, we know that the defendant had it! The key was found in her room after the murder!
Bikini:
...Which can only mean, that night... Iris used the snowmobile to go to the Inner Temple...
Edgeworth:
(But... Iris said that she never went there... I should probably press on this point some more when I get the chance...)
Bikini:
The snowmobile can't cross the suspension bridge... So, she must have left it on the Hazakura side of the bridge and crossed on foot.
Judge:
...That sounds right.
Bikini:
But... What's odd is, when I left Iris and returned to Hazakura Temple... I didn't see anything near Dusky Bridge.
von Karma:
Y-You must have just failed to see it, Sister.
Bikini:
Maybe... But when I made it back to Hazakura Temple... ...it was there, by the Main Gate... The snowmobile, I mean. I know what I saw. It was covered in snow, too...
Edgeworth:
B-But that... isn't possible!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order in the court! ...What does this all mean?
von Karma:
...Nngh...
Edgeworth:
So then what was the snowmobile used for...? It wasn't taken by the defendant when she went to the Inner Temple. If it had been, then the witness couldn't possibly have seen it by the gate. Furthermore... it wasn't used by the killer to dispose of the murder weapon. If that was the case, there should be two sets of tracks in this photo. All we know is this... After it stopped snowing... someone used the snowmobile to return to Hazakura Temple!
Judge:
Hmmmmmm...
Edgeworth:
(I never thought a simple snowmobile could cause so much trouble...)
Judge:
... I think we've arrived at this point due to the witness...
Bikini:
Yes, yes. I've nothing more to add. I've told you everything, everything that I know.
Judge:
Well then... That still leaves us with the same problem. If only there was someone... A witness who could testify to having seen the snowmobile!
Edgeworth:
(A witness, huh...)
Judge:
Was there no one out, walking perhaps, near Dusky Bridge on that night?
Bikini:
... I don't think that's likely. It was cold enough to freeze your ears off. Only an idiot would go out wandering in that. ...Unless they had something really important to do.
Judge:
Hmmmm... That's a shame.
Edgeworth:
(Hold on... Something is coming to me... An idiot may well have gone wandering out on that sub-arctic night!)
Edgeworth:
...Your Honor! I actually have an idea... There may be one individual able to help us.
Judge:
R-Really!?
von Karma:
...You know of someone who might have seen the snowmobile on the night of the murder...?
Edgeworth:
I don't know for sure if he saw it or not... But there are two things about him that do come to mind.
Judge:
Which are...?
Edgeworth:
First... that he saw "something incredible" on the night of the murder.
von Karma:
...And the second being?
Edgeworth:
This individual that I am thinking of went wandering outside on that cold night... In other words, he is our kind of idiot.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth! Who is this idiot you're talking aboot!?
Present Larry Butz profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This guy must be a product of "Jean-Luc de Laduc's Guide To Obnoxious French Painting"..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Judge:
Just what is the meaning of this, Mr. Edgeworth...? Are you saying that... this is the person who was near Dusky Bridge that night?
Edgeworth:
I-I did think so, however... Aaah!
von Karma:
You're the wandering idiot, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Cool off before you try to take me on again! Ungh...! (What was I thinking!? This is the perfect chance to drag him onto the stand!)
Judge:
Hmmmm... Mr. Edgeworth. This individual... Did they really see the snowmobile that night?
Leads back to:
"I don't know for sure if he saw it or not..."
Judge:
This guy must be a product of "Jean-Luc de Laduc's Guide To Obnoxious French Painting"...
Edgeworth:
This is Larry Butz... The student of the victim, Elise Deauxnim.
Judge:
Her student...? Interesting. Why was he wandering on the night of the murder?
Edgeworth:
T-That's... (I could tell them all about his designs for Iris... But it may cost us his credibility as a witness... Before I even call him.) He is, after all, an artist. He was, perhaps, searching for something in the snowy scenery that would move him. ...Although I cannot guarantee that this is the reason.
von Karma:
And so...? This unfortunate, unreliable-looking man... What exactly was it that he saw?
Edgeworth:
I intend to extract that from him, right here in this courtroom.
Judge:
Summon this youth as a witness immediately!
von Karma:
... I have no choice, do I?
Edgeworth:
I believe he is in the gallery for this trial. It will not take long to summon him.
Judge:
...Very well.
Edgeworth:
(Larry... You may have escaped me yesterday... But today I'm going to get everything out of you!)
Judge:
...The court will now adjourn for a 20 minute break. Ms. von Karma, please see to preparing the next witness.
von Karma:
...Understood, Your Honor.
Judge:
Good... Well then! Court is now in recess!
To be continued.
February 9, 11:15 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Iris:
Excuse me... Mr. Edgeworth? I'm not really sure what to say...
Edgeworth:
Iris. We only have 20 minutes. There are two things which I need to ask you before we reconvene.
Iris:
...Alright. I'll help
you any way I can.
Edgeworth:
First, about that night. You really didn't go to the Inner Temple, correct? The last witness claims to have met and talked with you in the Training Hall. Either you or Sister Bikini... ...is lying.
Iris:
... Mr. Edgeworth. It is just as I said yesterday. Until the incident occurred... I was in my own room, in Hazakura Temple.
Edgeworth:
...Very well. The second thing, then. That night, the temple snowmobile was used in between the time Sister Bikini... ...returned to the Main Hall and when she bore witness to the murder. Sometime between 10:30 and 11 PM that night. Were you the one who used the snowmobile?
Iris:
... There is only one key for the snowmobile. The only person who could have used it... was me.
Edgeworth:
So it was you...! But... why? ...What made you go out to Dusky Bridge?
Iris:
... I'm sorry, Mr. Edgeworth.
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Edgeworth:
Iris...
Iris:
I can't... tell you about that... yet.
Edgeworth:
"Yet"...?
Iris:
Not until her safety is confirmed...
Edgeworth:
Her?
Iris:
The safety of the acolyte...
Edgeworth:
(The "acolyte", huh... She's must be talking about Maya...)
Edgeworth:
... Iris. Look me in the eye and tell me the truth. Did you kill Elise Deauxnim?
Iris:
... No matter who or what may come... I could never take a life.
Edgeworth:
... (As I thought... no Psycholock...) ...Very well. It is my job to get to the truth. You'll discover this for yourself soon enough.
February 9, 11:36 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 7
Judge:
...Court will now reconvene. Ms. von Karma. Where is the witness...?
von Karma:
During the break, a man was detained for suspicious behavior in the gallery.
Edgeworth:
Suspicious behavior...?
von Karma:
He was sketching something... Very intensely.
Judge:
Dare I ask what the witness was sketching when he was detained?
von Karma:
He drew a terrifying woman, armed with a demonic face and a vicious whip.
Judge:
... I can only presume that his intention was to capture you-- ...Aaaah!
von Karma:
Anyway, it's time to drag this pathetic excuse for an artist before the court! Laurice Deauxnim! I hope you're ready... Get in here!
Edgeworth:
(It would seem that whip is going to see plenty more use today...)
Butz:
Ouch!
von Karma:
...Your sketch is in contempt of this court!
Butz:
H-Hey! I was just artistically rendering... Ou-Ouch!
von Karma:
You tried to run away from the bailiff who was trying to hand you your subpoena, correct?
Butz:
L-Look! I'm nothing but a fledgling artist, training out in the mountains! I'm only down here in the city because I ran out of green paint. Well, to use the technical term for the color, "viridian".
Edgeworth:
...Larry... This isn't an art store, now is it...?
Butz:
I know! I graduated junior high, OK!? Look. Art is all about working in the fields, isn't it?
Judge:
Working in the fields...?
Edgeworth:
I presume he wanted to say "field work"... I hope.
Butz:
Th-That's it! Thanks, buddy!
Edgeworth:
(It's kind of sad that I was able to understand his mangled train wreck of a sentence...)
Butz:
I just happened to stop in here and found a wonderful new model!
von Karma:
...
Butz:
So see!? I've got nothing to do with this trial! At all! I expect all of your faces to be red when you realize this mistake! Bright red! Or, to use the technical term, "crimson lake". ...Ou-Ou-Ouch! Ou-Ou-Ou-Ouch! Ouch!
Judge:
Ou-Ou-Ou-Ouch! Ouch! Ou-Ouch!
von Karma:
Stop your pathetic blabbing and testify like a man!
Judge:
Refrain from whipping me, Ms. von Karma! Cross-whipping is as bad as cross-checking. Witness! That was all your fault! Testify, now!
Butz:
Waaaah... This is almost too much for me...!
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw --
Butz:
I was at that lodge out in the mountains, looking up at the stars that night.
I walked to the bridge a number of times, but...
I didn't see a s-snowmobile!
I didn't meet anyone at the bridge that night!
The girl I was waiting for didn't show up... My teacher died on me...
I'm all alone now. Aren't I, Edgeyyyyy...!?
Judge:
Witness! Please refrain from talking directly to the lawyers during your testimony!
Butz:
I-I'm just a nobody! Nothing but a small, worthless man, aren't I!? And why wasn't I asked for my name and occupation... or anything else...!?
Judge:
... Mr. Edgeworth. This man seems to have quite a severe inferiority complex.
Edgeworth:
...He's recently been the cause of numerous incidents. I think he's finally realized for himself... ...just how much of a nuisance he has been to other people!
Butz:
Yeah, that's right! I'm behind everything, every case! Watch out, OK! Just touching me will make you eternally unhappy!
Judge:
...Well then, let us proceed with the cross-examination. With no touching, thank you. We can delve into other details at a later time.
Cross Examination
-- What I Saw --
Butz:
I was at that lodge out in the mountains, looking up at the stars that night.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
What ever is the matter, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This one single statement is so full of contradictions... For a moment there, I thought I was going to collapse.
Judge:
Hmm...
von Karma:
So, witness? Any idea as to where these contradictions in your testimony lie? Depending on your answer... I may let my whip have its way.
Butz:
OK, give me a minute... Well, it was snowing that night so I couldn't possibly have seen the stars. That run-down shack is hardly a "lodge", is it...? And even if the stars could be seen, it isn't like I was there to look at them, right?
Edgeworth:
...
von Karma:
See? You can do it if you try.
Butz:
Heh heh heh... Ou-Ou-Ou-Ouch!
von Karma:
...There is only one issue here. What you saw at Dusky Bridge.
Butz:
I walked to the bridge a number of times, but...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"A number of times"...? How many?
Butz:
Maybe... five times? I went once every twenty minutes.
Edgeworth:
Which means... ...you spent almost two hours at Heavenly Hall that night?
Butz:
You bet! Real love is about waiting with your heart in your hands!
Judge:
Love, you say...?
Edgeworth:
It was this man's intention to summon the defendant to the small shack. ...Using this blackmail letter.
Judge:
B-Blackmail...!?
Butz:
No, no! That was simply a product of overflowing love... A-Agh!
von Karma:
You huffy, puffy, loosey-goosey excuse for a whimpering whining wuss of a witness!
Judge:
So... what did you see? I hope for your sake you saw a snowmobile... You huffy, puffy, loosey-goosey excuse for a whimpering whining wuss of a witness, eh!
Butz:
Um... well... You see...
Edgeworth:
(Being called those names doesn't seem to bother him at all...)
Butz:
I didn't see a s-snowmobile!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...Larry! You really didn't see it?
Butz:
H-H-Hey! No need to hit your desk! I can hear you! ...I didn't see it! I didn't see a s-s-snowmobile!
Edgeworth:
... Larry. Say "snowmobile" for me, please?
Butz:
S-S-S-Snowmobile.
Edgeworth:
If you truly have nothing to hide... ...then why are you stammering like you just flew over a cuckoo's nest!?
Butz:
Sh-Shut up! W-W-What is this!? I don't know! Don't ask me!
Edgeworth:
(It seems that I'll need to start from a more obvious contradiction. I'm going to strike the blow that will finally get him to spill the beans!)
Butz:
I didn't meet anyone at the bridge that night!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You didn't meet anyone?
Butz:
That's right. Because I've got nothing to do with this! And I'm just here to buy some viridian paint, OK!? Come on, I expect to see those crimson lake faces! Now!
Judge:
... It would appear that simply pressing him isn't going to be enough, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...Indeed.
Present Phoenix Wright profile
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Larry Butz..."
Edgeworth:
(It seems that he's going to claim to have nothing to do with this to the end. I don't want this guy to cost us any more time... I need to slice through his obvious contradictions and keep things moving along...)
Edgeworth:
Larry Butz... I can understand why you might want to throw your old life away. You're pretty pathetic, and you cause all sorts of trouble...
Butz:
I'm sorry...!
Edgeworth:
But... Having realized just how much of a nuisance you have been... ...that could be considered a step in the right direction.
Butz:
Edgey! Are you... trying to console me?
Judge:
It certainly doesn't sound that way to me.
Edgeworth:
However... I cannot forgive you for simply turning away from the incidents you create!
Butz:
Waaah... You're totally pinning this on me...
Edgeworth:
...Now then. Let us talk about the night of the murder. Sister Bikini, after seeing the murder take place, asked Phoenix Wright to report it. Thus, he headed for the public phone by the bridge... There, he happened across a certain nefarious individual! You, Larry Butz!
Butz:
... That's right. Me, in the flesh.
Judge:
Hmm... Listen carefully, witness. It doesn't matter if you change your name. So long as you remain pretty pathetic, you will continue to cause these incidents! That reality will not change!
Butz:
B-But...! What do you want me to do, then!?
Edgeworth:
Larry. What you need to change is your inner self. "What you saw that night"... Testify truthfully! That is all you can do for now.
Butz:
... Edgey... I... I think... I've finally woken up! ... Well. I guess I could still be sleeping... But anyway! I'll do it! I'll testify! ... Well. I'm not sure this'll go especially well...
Judge:
I'll ask again, then, witness. What did you see on the night of the murder?
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw, Pt. 2 --
Butz:
I went to the shack at around 9, so it would have been about 10:30 PM...
I was lying under my bedding when a white flash almost blinded me!
I looked out the window... and Dusky Bridge was on fire!
There was still some thunder, but I went right away to check it out.
That's when I ran into Nick.
Judge:
Hmmmm... You certainly saw quite a lot, didn't you?
von Karma:
So... what happened to the bridge after it caught on fire?
Butz:
It was like me after a three day stint chasing a girl... It totally burnt out. Like, almost totally gone. ...I mean, trying to cross the burning remains was what caused Nick to fall.
von Karma:
W-What did you say!?
Edgeworth:
Oh, don't worry... nothing life-threatening. He just caught a cold.
von Karma:
As always, hard to know if he should be called lucky or unlucky...
Judge:
Now, Mr. Edgeworth! Please commence your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- What I Saw, Pt. 2 --
Butz:
I went to the shack at around 9, so it would have been about 10:30 PM...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What did you do out there in the cold for an hour and a half?
Butz:
Well, if you really must know... I was busy being excited. I guess.
Judge:
Hmmmmm... "Excited"? Dare I even ask...?
Butz:
I set the meeting time as 10:00 PM, right? But I couldn't wait. And I thought she might come early, too.
Edgeworth:
...Well, it appears she didn't come at all, in the end.
von Karma:
Because they never arranged to meet in the first place, did they?
Butz:
Shut up! Don't go picking my fond memories apart! Anyway, I was getting a little worried. I thought maybe Iris had lost her way. So every twenty minutes or so, I went out to the bridge. But I didn't see anything particularly suspicious... I didn't have anything else to do, so I went back to the shack to wait for her.
Butz:
I was lying under my bedding when a white flash almost blinded me!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
This "light" was, of course...
Butz:
Lightning. Like... KERPOW! Like a slap from Naomi, honestly! A big bada-boom! Hagaaaaah!
von Karma:
...Or a little like that?
Butz:
Waaah! That's more like a punch from Miranda!
Judge:
Witness, did you actually see the lightning hit the bridge?
Butz:
Well, I was a bit startled by the flash of light, so...
Butz:
I looked out the window... and Dusky Bridge was on fire!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Seeing that, what did you do?
Butz:
What do you think!? I was burning up as well! From the fire in my heart!
von Karma:
And that's why you went to take a look at the bridge?
Butz:
Well. To be honest... It was freezing cold, so at first I thought, "Forget it. I'm not leaving my covers." But it had pretty much stopped snowing... So, I dunno, I changed my mind.
Judge:
Hmmmmmm. I'm not sure I care for the "forget it" attitude you had at first, witness.
Butz:
There was still some thunder, but I went right away to check it out.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You said "right away"... But exactly how long after the strike was that?
Butz:
Hmm... The lightning fell, and then the bridge caught on fire... Maybe around five minutes? I mean. I suddenly thought, "Gotta go check this out!"
von Karma:
How far is this small shack you were in from the bridge?
Butz:
Hold on... Well, it had pretty much stopped snowing... I guess about a five-minute walk?
Edgeworth:
And how did Dusky Bridge look when you got there?
Butz:
Like I had recovered a piece of my childhood. I mean, not even the bonfires kids make during school camping trips can compare!
Edgeworth:
(...Well? Should I press him for a little more info?)
Not right now.
Edgeworth:
(I don't think we can expect any more relevant information... Probably best to turn to other leads.)
Judge:
...Witness. Please continue your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Why didn't you call anyone?
Edgeworth:
...Larry. Let me ask you one thing.
Butz:
What is it, Edgey? What's with the serious face?
Edgeworth:
Why didn't you call anyone?
Butz:
Eh? What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Normally... when faced with a "towering inferno", one would try and tell someone. There is a public phone right by Dusky Bridge, correct?
Butz:
... Well, of course I thought of doing that.
Judge:
So then... let's hear why you didn't!
Butz:
H-Huh? Yeah, OK. A reason... My reason... It isn't that I didn't try to tell anyone... I just didn't have time to, OK?
Changes statement from "That's when I ran into Nick." to "I arrived at the bridge, and Nick showed up less than a minute later."
Why did you go to the bridge?
Edgeworth:
So you suddenly thought to "check out" the bridge...? Does this mean that you initially had no intention of doing so?
Butz:
W-Well... Yeah, I guess it does... It was really cold... I didn't really want to go out there.
Edgeworth:
If that's the case... Why did you change your mind? I would like to hear your reasoning.
Judge:
In which case... please give testimony to that effect, witness!
Butz:
M-My reasoning... OK... Reasoning, is it...?
Changes statement from "That's when I ran into Nick." to "I thought I'd never get another chance to see something so big burning!"
Butz:
That's when I ran into Nick.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How did Phoenix Wright look when you met him?
Butz:
Hmm... He looked like a beaten up mule. He was dead tired. I mean, he had run all the way from Hazakura Temple. He simply stood, staring at me, breathing hard for a moment.
von Karma:
How far is it to Hazakura Temple from the bridge?
Butz:
On his legs... a 15 minute run, I'd say.
Judge:
...And that's when the murder was reported?
Butz:
That's right! And then he took a fall from the bridge!
Butz:
I arrived at the bridge, and Nick showed up less than a minute later.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You claim to have arrived at the bridge at the same time as Wright?
Butz:
Y-Yeah! I thought, "I'd better tell someone about this." But then Nick came up yelling about murder! It totally made me forget about the bridge. The fire was pretty much out by then, anyway.
Edgeworth:
(What's this feeling...? I suddenly have a terrible case of unease...!)
von Karma:
It was after contacting the police that Phoenix Wright fell from the bridge, correct?
Butz:
Yeah. That's pretty much it. More or less.
Present Weather Data
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your very existence being a contradiction, I'm not sure if you can grasp this or not..."
Butz:
I thought I'd never get another chance to see something so big burning!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...So you decided to go and see what was happening?
Butz:
That's right! We're talking about a massive suspension bridge burning to high heaven! That's not something you see every day. A real spec... specule... ... Like, really special?
Edgeworth:
(Can we really trust a witness who is unable to pronounce "spectacle"?)
Judge:
Life seems to love hitting this poor witness below the belt...
Butz:
Well, my motto is to "hit life back as hard as I can." A-Agah!
von Karma:
...I'll give you a few hits too, if you'd like. With my whip.
Edgeworth:
(...He told me about the burning bridge yesterday. But there's still something that doesn't quite fit... It looks like... ...despite his change of heart, Larry still isn't telling us the whole truth.)
Edgeworth:
Your very existence being a contradiction, I'm not sure if you can grasp this or not...
Butz:
What the hey, Edgey!? You make me sound like some sort of alien!
Edgeworth:
But your testimony is conclusively contradictory. The problem here... is time.
Butz:
I've never been the best timekeeper, you know. "Three minutes after Billy leaves on foot, you follow him on your bicycle. How long does it take for you to catch up with him?" Terrible at those.
Edgeworth:
...This is much more simple. You saw the lightning strike Dusky Bridge... ...and immediately went to see what had happened. ...Is this correct?
Butz:
Yeah... Well, I wasted about five minutes first, but more or less.
Edgeworth:
...I have the weather data from the night of the murder here. According to this, the lightning fell at 10:45 PM. You say it takes less than five minutes from the shack to Dusky Bridge. Meaning you probably got there at around 11 PM.
Butz:
...That all sounds about right, I guess. And then Nick showed up and did his falling act.
Edgeworth:
That is impossible.
von Karma:
...What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
11 PM is when the murder occurred in Hazakura Temple. Thus... Wright was still there, in the courtyard. There is no way that Larry could have encountered him at Dusky Bridge at that time!
von Karma:
...!
Butz:
Ah! Excuse me! I-I have an objection!
Judge:
You do?
Butz:
Edgey! How many times do I have to say this!? I'm not Larry! I'm Laurice Deauxnim! Gyaaah!
von Karma:
...It has not been proven that the murder occurred at 11 PM. The Sister only said, "around 11". ...In which case! It could have been earlier than that!
Edgeworth:
...Watch your footing there, Ms. Franziska von Karma. The slope ahead is slippery! For there is still no way that Wright could have been at Dusky Bridge at 11 PM!
von Karma:
And why not!?
Edgeworth:
It is clearly written here in the weather data report. It took around 30 minutes for the bridge to burn out. Therefore! The bridge must have been burning until at least 11:15 PM!
Judge:
Which means... what, exactly?
Edgeworth:
Wright did not see the bridge as it was burning that night. He did not arrive there until after the flames had died down! ...Larry! You arrived at the bridge at 11 PM. Wright did not make it there until at least 11:15... Are you still trying to hide something from us!? What happened during these missing 15 minutes!?
Butz:
Urk... I... I feel like I just woke up... I guess I was still sleeping after all! Ha ha ha! Pinch me!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Ordaaaaaaaaagh!
von Karma:
...So there was a missing 15 minutes prior to meeting Phoenix Wright. I hardly see that as much of a problem!
Butz:
Yeah! Not much of a problem at all!
Edgeworth:
Really...? The bridge is burning before your eyes, and there is a phone right next to it. Why, then, did you not report the accident?
Judge:
Did you simply... watch the bridge burn?
Edgeworth:
That is the problem here... Even after the bridge burnt out, he was still there! He simply stood there and didn't report anything.
von Karma:
Th-That's what it sounds like...
Edgeworth:
This might be Larry we are talking about, but even he is incapable of being so stupid. There has to be a reason for his inaction!
Butz:
... Edgey... I think it's about time I got serious with you, dude.
Edgeworth:
...Just as I thought, you've been playing with us all this time.
Butz:
Listen... I'm... I'm going to tell you everything! Are you sure you want to hear it all!?
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes...
Butz:
I may reeeeally say it this time! Everything! Kahaah!
von Karma:
...Then say it!
Judge:
Very well... I have a terribly bad feeling aboot this; however... ...let's have the witness finally give us the whole truth. Now... for this 15 minute gap, what where you doing, witness!?
Witness Testimony
-- The Missing 15 Minutes --
Butz:
I'm a Deauxnim. I'm an artist! What do you think I was doing?
Sketching! In front of the bridge! I was whipped up into a frenzy of art!
The shock and awe that I was feeling... I transferred it all directly onto the page!
...Before I realized it, the flames had gone out and then he came running up.
Judge:
Hmmmmm... I suppose artists can be strange folk...
Butz:
That's right! I'm willing to sacrifice everything in order to draw the perfect sketch!
Edgeworth:
(...Including the truth, from the sound of it!)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. Has this removed the last of your doubts?
Edgeworth:
Not at all, Your Honor. One very large doubt still remains.
Judge:
And what would that be?
Edgeworth:
This is a surprisingly believable story, especially considering the source... So why did he think he needed to hide it from us until now? I intend to drag the reason out of him!
Butz:
Hah ha ha! You'll regret this, Edgey!
Cross Examination
-- The Missing 15 Minutes --
Butz:
I'm a Deauxnim. I'm an artist! What do you think I was doing?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Tell us, Larry...
Butz:
My name is Laurice! Get it right! Mistakes like that are what keep you from being popular with the ladies like I am!
Judge:
... Just who exactly are you!?
Butz:
I'm Laurice Deauxnim! Apprentice extraordinaire!
Edgeworth:
That's what he calls himself, in any case.
Judge:
...Then you are... an artist?
Butz:
Of course! I'm an artist, the real thing!
Edgeworth:
Yet again, that's what he calls himself.
von Karma:
...Names mean nothing. There is only one issue I care to discuss. What were you doing?
Edgeworth:
(That is a very big issue, indeed.)
Butz:
Sketching! In front of the bridge! I was whipped up into a frenzy of art!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
S-Sketching!? The burning bridge?
Butz:
The burning bridge and everything that came with it!
Edgeworth:
... What? "Came with it"...?
Butz:
You want to hear this from my lips, do you, Edgey!? Y-You'll regret this! That sketch of mine is... Gaaah!
von Karma:
...Enough. Just take that ridiculous sketch of yours out already, witness!
Butz:
... W-W-W-What are you talking about? I don't know what you mean!
Judge:
That does indeed appear to be the fastest solution. ...I'll leave it to you, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(What should I do...? I've got a terrible feeling that the instant this sketch is revealed... ...the entire world may be changed by what is depicted there...!)
Leave it alone
Edgeworth:
...I cannot recommend looking at the sketch. His "works of art" are a force of nature best measured on the Richter scale.
Butz:
That's right! They'll shake your heart to pieces!
Judge:
Hmmmm... This courtroom has yet to meet earthquake standards! I think we'd better pass! ...In which case, let us turn to other leads.
Leads back to cross-examination
Look at the sketch
Leads to:
"...Larry. I wonder if you could show us your sketch. Please?"
Edgeworth:
...Larry. I wonder if you could show us your sketch. Please?
Butz:
... Well, well... Even I couldn't have imagined it'd turn out like this.
Edgeworth:
...Imagined what?
Butz:
That Laurice Deauxnim's debut would take place here, today, like this! Ou-Ou-Ou-Ou-Ouch!
von Karma:
Show it! Now!
Butz:
OK... But steel yourselves! This... is the world of Laurice Deauxnim!
Judge:
... Ah. Um... Well... So this... this is Dusky Bridge, correct? Q-Quite a large bridge, isn't it? Your response, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
Y-Yes, well... I-It's a better drawing than I expected.
Butz:
Isn't it? Isn't it? I struggled to reproduce those flames. I really did!
Judge:
...Yes, I'm sure you did. ...
von Karma:
......
Butz:
......
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... This is going to get ugly... No one has the bravery to bring it up, it seems... This... mysterious flying object...) ...Larry.
Butz:
What?
Edgeworth:
The burning bridge is fine. But... What is that unfortunate looking figure...?
Butz:
Ah. You spotted that? I thought you might.
Edgeworth:
However much I might want to ignore it... I can't.
Butz:
It's Iris, of course! Iris! I wish she'd take better care of herself. We have to plan for our future, you know! What would've happened to her if she had injured herself flying like that...?
Edgeworth:
... Larry, please. Answer this next question honestly.
Butz:
OK.
Edgeworth:
Are you REALLY claiming to have seen this? Are you claiming to have seen the silhouette of the defendant... ...flying over a bridge that was engulfed in flames...?
Butz:
Yep. That's what I saw. That's why I drew it! I'm an artist! A real artist!
Edgeworth:
Are...!
von Karma:
You...!
Judge:
High! The girl... She's really high up in this picture!
Judge:
Uwaaah! What was that for!?
von Karma:
...This is all a bad dream. I was hitting you on the cheek to test that theory!
Judge:
Please whip your own cheek from now on if you wish to test your wild theories! A-Anyway! No court of law will ever acknowledge... ...that p-p-people can f-f-fly!
von Karma:
...Actually, there is some precedent for this.
Butz:
She was flying pretty high, my sweet Iris. She was about 30 feet above the bridge, at least! It was really something to see!
Judge:
Th-This has to be some kind of m-m-mistake! ...Mr. Edgeworth, please bring the witness back down to earth!
Edgeworth:
What? Me...!?
Judge:
This witness is your friend, is he not?
von Karma:
"Accessory to foolishness..." ...Miles Edgeworth.
Judge:
Let us get back to the cross-examination! By force, if necessary! Mr. Edgeworth, I expect you to expose the obvious contradiction here!
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, Your Honor... (Looks like I've got another reason to remember this moron...)
Butz:
...Well, what did you think of my debut piece?
Judge:
Get that thing away from me!
Larry's Sketch added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Now, hurry up and cross-examine him!
Adds statement "I saw Iris flying! Her white hood fluttering!"
Press (after adding statement "I saw Iris flying! Her white hood fluttering!")
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...Could the reason you were so excited be...?
Butz:
What do you think!? My girlfriend was flying through the sky! Almost 30 feet above the bridge! I felt like I might start flying myself.
Edgeworth:
(If only you'd be so kind as to fly out of all of our lives...!)
Butz:
Anyway! I completely lost myself when I was drawing this scene!
Butz:
I saw Iris flying! Her white hood fluttering!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Just where did you see this sight from!?
Butz:
Hey! No need to shout... When I was lying in bed in that run-down shack... The crack of the lightning bolt made me realize that the bridge was burning. I just watched it for a while from there, thinking how nicely it was burning! Then after about five minutes, I saw it.
von Karma:
The defendant "flying"...?
Butz:
That's right! That's when I decided to go to the bridge!
Judge:
...I see. That all makes sense. Aside from the sketch itself...
Edgeworth:
(Yes... This sketch doesn't make any sense... I just need to convince the artist that his work is ludicrous.)
Present Iris's Hood
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Larry. What did you really see that night...?"
Butz:
The shock and awe that I was feeling... I transferred it all directly onto the page!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The burning bridge moved you that much, did it? ...I find that hard to believe.
Butz:
You moron, Edgey! You don't understand me at all! If I see an abandoned cat, I find myself passing by it with tears in my eyes! I am a man overflowing with irresponsible kindness! And I use my irresponsible kindness to fill the pages of my notebook!
von Karma:
An artist, using a notebook... It's so pathetic, it makes me want to cry myself. I command you to go buy at least a proper sketch pad!
Butz:
W-W-What has that got to do with anything!?
Judge:
I'm not sure if I care for an artist using a notebook for sketching. Proceed, witness.
Butz:
...Before I realized it, the flames had gone out and then he came running up.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You forgot the passage of time to that extent, did you?
Butz:
Well... Once I get caught up in something, I tend to forget everything else...
Edgeworth:
(That's true... He's always  been that way. I guess he's not lying about that, at least.)
von Karma:
Phoenix Wright appeared on the scene after 11:15... If he was drawing until then, that dispels all doubts.
Judge:
Aside from doubts of his humanity, eh...
Edgeworth:
(There is a big clue waiting for me in this cross-examination... This testimony does nothing less than mock the court... But I am sure that there is a vital kernel of truth hidden in it somewhere!)
Edgeworth:
Larry. What did you really see that night...? Not that I particularly care.
Butz:
In your position, that's just being irresponsible! I... I drew exactly what I saw! I'll give you a whole dollar that it's the truth!
Edgeworth:
If that is truly the case... Then there is one thing that we can say for certain.
Judge:
What might that be...?
Edgeworth:
That the person who flew over the bridge... ...could not have been the defendant, Iris!
Butz:
W-W-What!? What do you mean? I don't understand!? Uwaaagh!
von Karma:
A foolhardy folly of a foolish statement by an equally foolishly foolhardy fool. How, exactly, can you make this claim?
Edgeworth:
...Tell us, Larry. According to this picture... ...the individual whom you say you saw was wearing a hood. Correct?
Butz:
Of course she was! That run-down shack is quite a way from the bridge... The hood is what told me that this floating angel was my Iris! The hood is my darling Iris! And Iris is my darling hood! Waaah!
von Karma:
It seems there are bigger fools in this world than the one at the defense's bench.
Edgeworth:
...Larry, there's something you need to be made aware of. On the night of the murder... Iris wasn't wearing her hood. She had given it to Wright as a gift! Are you going to change your story now? Perhaps suggest it was Wright who took flight!?
Butz:
W-What are you talking about!?
Edgeworth:
...I think you understand what I mean just fine.
Butz:
Why...? Why did Nick have Iris's hood!?
Edgeworth:
Eh...?
Butz:
Edgey! What's going on with Iris and Nick!? Why you, Niiiiiick! You dooooooog!
Judge:
I do believe... ...that this unbelievably mysterious sketch... ...is destined to disappear, discredited and discarded. Straight into the garbage.
Butz:
...Hah... Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hagaaah!
von Karma:
...What is it now, witness?
Butz:
It feels like... I've been waiting 25 years for this very day to come! Edgey! Today is the day I get to completely stupefy you!
Edgeworth:
W-What...!?
Judge:
What is the meaning of your outburst, witness!?
Butz:
...I hate to have to do this, but I have some definitive evidence.
Edgeworth:
"Definitive"...?
von Karma:
"Evidence"...?
Butz:
Iris did indeed come flying over the burning bridge! And I, Laurice Deauxnim... ...shall prove it!
Judge:
I didn't expect to ask this again... But we shall be needing your testimony once again. Tell us anything you know concerning the defendant as depicted in this sketch... And show us your evidence that this nightmare was actually a reality!
Butz:
...OK. I hope you're ready, Edgey! Because I'm going to feed you a whopping serving of pain!
Edgeworth:
(...You've been serving us a whopping serving of pain this whole time. Trust me.)
Witness Testimony
-- Proof That Iris Flew! --
Butz:
When I reached Dusky Bridge she was already gone...
I was so worried! So I frantically searched all over for her!
That led to me finding a beautiful crystal sphere, half-buried in the snow!
I'm sure that Iris was simply wearing a spare hood.
After all, no one else could have lost a crystal sphere that night.
Judge:
A c-crystal sphere...!?
Butz:
This one. Pretty, isn't it? But finders keepers!
von Karma:
That sphere... Where did you find it?
Butz:
Let me see... Around here, somewhere? Looks about right.
Edgeworth:
And it was half-buried in the snow...?
Butz:
It had pretty much stopped snowing by then... But there was still some falling as I walked to the bridge.
Judge:
Hmmmm... The court accepts this crystal sphere!
Butz:
...That's mine, OK!? I want it back afterward!
Judge:
There's something on it, isn't there...
von Karma:
...?
Judge:
Oh my... It's a blood stain!
Edgeworth:
(What!? A blood stain...!?)
Crystal Sphere added to the Court Record.
Butz:
You ready, Edgey!? By tomorrow morning, you'll be calling me "Master Larry"! Yeah, I like the sound of that! No one's going to push me around anymore!
Edgeworth:
(...Didn't you want to be called "Laurice Deauxnim" only a few minutes ago!?)
Cross Examination
-- Proof That Iris Flew! --
Butz:
When I reached Dusky Bridge she was already gone...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...So, you went to the burning bridge?
Butz:
That's right! To meet Iris! She actually flew to get to me! The least I could do was meet her halfway!
Judge:
But... the defendant was not at the bridge when you got there, you say?
Butz:
I guess she went back to Hazakura Temple. She's a girl, after all. She must have wanted to look her best.
Edgeworth:
(It must be lovely to live in the fantasyland of Larry's mind... Actually, it's so depressing that I can't even work up the energy to point...)
Judge:
So... what did you do next?
Butz:
I was so worried! So I frantically searched all over for her!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you searched all over for her?
Butz:
She was flying pretty high, you know. I thought maybe she slipped on her landing and got hurt. Hey! It was more than possible! Also, when I headed out to the shack the first time, I was snacking on a banana. I was pretty sure I threw the peel away somewhere around there, so, you know...
Edgeworth:
... (Can one guy really be this stupid?) So, did you find any signs of her so-called "landing"?
Butz:
Hmm... I don't really remember. I kept on falling over myself, and kinda lost it for a while there.
Judge:
You... fell over yourself?
Butz:
Yeah. The snow was deep, and there was even a banana peel out there!
Edgeworth:
... (Yup. There's stupid, and then there's Larry Butz.)
Judge:
The short of it is that you didn't find any signs of her "landing", correct? Then what happened next?
Butz:
That led to me finding a beautiful crystal sphere, half-buried in the snow!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"Half-buried"...?
Butz:
It was sitting in the snow, with a little gathered on top of it. It was very hard to spot, actually. I mean, it was dark out, too.
Judge:
I'm impressed... You did well to find it!
Butz:
No matter what you may think when you look at me, I'm a pro. A genius security guard. I used a penlight I "borrowed" from my company to help in my search... And it sparkled really brightly, as if it was saying, "Here I am!" to me.
Edgeworth:
It does indeed look very much like the crystal sphere on Iris's hood... But need I remind you that she was not wearing her hood that night?
Present Victim's Staff, Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Larry."
Butz:
I'm sure that Iris was simply wearing a spare hood.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Each nun is assigned their own hood! And they are assigned only one!
Butz:
I don't know anything about that, OK! And Iris is special, alright dude!? Even if she did steal a spare hood... I'll forgive her!
Edgeworth:
(This is getting us nowhere... Our destination for the day, it seems.)
Judge:
However... this crystal sphere was found near the bridge. That is a fact. If it didn't come from a hood, where could it have come from?
Edgeworth:
(That is the question I aim to answer.)
Present Victim's Staff, Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Larry."
Butz:
After all, no one else could have lost a crystal sphere that night.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Let me confirm this one last time, Larry. The reasons you thought that this was "Iris"... ...are the hood and this crystal sphere, correct?
Butz:
That's right! My gut is never wrong! I met that old Bikini the next morning... And her crystal sphere was still there, safe and sound!
Judge:
Indeed... She was wearing it in this very room, earlier today.
Present Victim's Staff, Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Larry."
Edgeworth:
(This case isn't going to end without a fight... Exposing the obvious contradictions in this testimony will be easy... But I fear that all that awaits us are further mysteries!)
Edgeworth:
...Larry. That night... There was someone. Someone who lost a crystal sphere.
Butz:
Th-There was...? Who!? Who was this stupid idiot!?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Elise Deauxnim! The mentor to a stupid idiot!
von Karma:
The victim...!?
Edgeworth:
I have a photo of her here. And on the end of her staff, you can see a familiar looking crystal sphere.
Butz:
H-Hey...! That's my photograph! ...Give it back! Ou-Ou-Ouuuuch!
von Karma:
...A crystal sphere like that is quite easy to find. I have one just like it on my broach.
Edgeworth:
(They look nothing alike!) In any case... please take a look at this. This is the victim's staff, found at the scene of the crime!
Judge:
...Aaaaah! The crystal sphere... It's gone!
Butz:
W-W-W-W... What!? What!? What!? What!? WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?
Judge:
J-Just what does this mean!?
Edgeworth:
If anyone jumped... or flew across the bridge that night... ...it certainly was not Iris! After all... She was not wearing her hood! More importantly... ...the crystal sphere found at the "landing site" was not hers either!
Judge:
T-That means... The one who flew... ...and dropped the sphere... was the victim, Ms. Elise Deauxnim!?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
A fool alongside another fool, on a fool's errand to reach a foolish conclusion! First of all, this "sketch", which I prefer to call a scribble, is ridiculous! People cannot fly! ...Thus, it is rejected!
Butz:
Y-You can't do that! I saw it! With my own two-- Eyeeeeeeiiiz!
von Karma:
...And this crystal sphere. This is nothing more than a red herring!
Edgeworth:
You honestly believe that...?
von Karma:
Give it some thought, and I'm sure you'll realize it as well, Miles Edgeworth! Elise Deauxnim was in her room on the night of the murder. There was no reason for her to go to Dusky Bridge! Therefore, this sphere cannot be related to this case. That is all.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Ms. Franziska von Karma. The only people who will accept that explanation... are scatterbrains and clowns!
Butz:
Why are you pointing at me!?
Edgeworth:
The victim's crystal sphere was found, near the bridge, on the night of her murder. Yet you expect us to believe this has nothing to do with the case!?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
That crystal sphere... It was probably thrown away at the bridge after the murder.
Judge:
After the murder?
von Karma:
There is blood on the crystal sphere, isn't there? This naturally suggests that it was thrown away after the murder took place. The killer placed it there to throw the investigation off the scent... The same reason that he drew that ridiculous sketch!
Butz:
... ...... What...? You mean... I'm the killer!? No waaaagh!
von Karma:
Enough joking... Just when did this crystal sphere appear near the foot of the bridge? Unless this can be proven in some way, I refuse to believe this is related to the case!
Edgeworth:
(She makes a valid point... There is no evidence that Elise Deauxnim left Hazakura Temple that night. ...However, if somehow this crystal sphere... ...can be proven to have been dropped before the victim was killed... ...then this case is going to transform into something else entirely!)
Judge:
Your response, Mr. Edgeworth? I want your final opinion on the disposition of this crystal sphere! If it is not related to the case, then this witness who you called... ...will have been nothing more than a monumental waste of time!
von Karma:
Prepare yourself for some very appropriate punishment, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(Can I prove it...? Can I prove that the crystal sphere was dropped before the murder took place...?)
Yes, I can.
Edgeworth:
("Can I prove it...?" That isn't the issue. To simply "prove it". That's the only option! That's what he'd do... That's the way Phoenix Wright would do this!)
Leads to:
"...Your Honor. Allow me to prove something to you."
No, it is impossible.
Edgeworth:
(No matter how I look at it, it's not possible... It is certainly strange that the crystal sphere was found near the bridge. But perhaps it is just a curve ball from the killer.)
von Karma:
Well, well... Miles Edgeworth seems to have nothing further to say.
Judge:
Hmmmmmm... Then I am left with no choice. The court sees no reason...
Hold it!
Butz:
What is this!? Hey, Edgey! You're a defense attorney, aren't you!? If it was Nick standing where you are right now...
Edgeworth:
...!
Butz:
If it was Nick, do you think he'd give up!? No! He'd find the truth, no matter what it took! No matter how crazy it seemed!
Edgeworth:
... (Wright... At this moment, I'm standing where you should be. Which means there's only one thing to do! Think like you!)
Leads to:
"...Your Honor. Allow me to prove something to you."
Edgeworth:
...Your Honor. Allow me to prove something to you. I will prove that this crystal sphere is a vital link to solving this case!
Judge:
You will do what!?
von Karma:
That look in your eyes... You remind me of Phoenix Wright when he is cornered.
Edgeworth:
That should come as no surprise. (Because right now, I am Phoenix Wright, and I am indeed cornered...!)
Judge:
I order you to present your evidence, Mr. Edgeworth! Evidence that proves that the crystal sphere was indeed dropped before the murder!
Present Crime Photo or Crystal Sphere
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This crystal sphere... It was half-buried in the snow, correct?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Judge:
...Your response, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
Birds of a feather flock together... Are you familiar with this phrase? Miles Edgeworth! I think one such bird is calling for its fellow now!
Butz:
Go, go, Edgey! Do it! Prove it! Win! Win! Win!
Edgeworth:
(His cheering... It's as though I'm listening to the ominous caws of ravens!)
Judge:
...So, Mr. Edgeworth. What will you do from here?
Edgeworth:
O-One more chance, Your Honor. I can't turn back after coming all this way. (The time of the murder and when the crystal sphere was dropped... I need to find proof that the latter happened first!)
Leads back to:
"I order you to present your evidence, Mr. Edgeworth!"
Edgeworth:
This crystal sphere... It was half-buried in the snow, correct?
Butz:
That's right. If it hadn't stopped snowing then it would have been game over. ...The snow would have totally covered it!
Edgeworth:
...That's all I needed to hear from you, Larry. ...Your testimony makes one thing quite clear.
Judge:
W-What...?
Edgeworth:
When the crystal sphere was dropped, it was snowing, even if it was ever so slightly...
von Karma:
Snowing...?
Edgeworth:
On the other hand, let us look at the scene of the murder. As proven earlier today... there is no snow on the victim's body.
Judge:
Ah...!
Edgeworth:
...Therefore! The crystal sphere must have been dropped before the murder!
von Karma:
Wha... Whaaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Edgeworth:
On the night of the murder the victim did indeed go to Dusky Bridge! And there, something occurred that caused this crystal sphere to come loose!
Judge:
What... What could that have been!?
Edgeworth:
This sphere... There is some blood on it, isn't there?
von Karma:
...!
Edgeworth:
Allow me to raise a certain possibility at this junction! The real crime scene was near the foot of Dusky Bridge!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
The murder didn't take place in the Hazakura Temple courtyard...!? Only a fool would suggest such a foolish piece of absolute foolishness!
Edgeworth:
Just who is the fool? And which part is so foolish, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
Have you been paying any attention this whole time, Miles Edgeworth!? The Sister saw everything! She saw the victim being killed by the defendant in the Hazakura Temple courtyard!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...That's not exactly true, now is it? To put it more precisely, what she saw was... ...the murder weapon being removed from the victim's body.
von Karma:
Th-That's the same thing!
Edgeworth:
...No, it isn't!
von Karma:
!
Edgeworth:
...You said it yourself.
von Karma:
Very little blood is actually lost... ...at the moment of a blade's insertion. If you want to talk about when the most blood would be lost from a body... ...that would be when the blade is removed.
Edgeworth:
If that statement is the truth... ...then Dusky Bridge could very easily be the scene of the murder. The murder weapon was not removed! Thus, there was no bleeding!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
You are forgetting one vital thing, Miles Edgeworth! Elise Deauxnim's body was found in Hazakura Temple! On foot it takes 15 minutes to travel from Dusky Bridge to Hazakura Temple. You mean to suggest someone carried the body all that way!?
Edgeworth:
(I've made it this far... The only place to take this is to the end! I just need to prove the possibility it happened as I presume...!)
Judge:
Now, if the defense is ready, the court would like to have an explanation. Please show us the method by which the victim's body was carried to Hazakura Temple!
Present Tracks Photo
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"On that snowy night..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
(No... That isn't it... I'm on the wrong track here. I need to charge on through this... Even if it makes things look bad for my client...!)
Judge:
...Try again, Mr. Edgeworth. And this time, without the scary glare, if you don't mind!
Leads back to:
"Now, if the defense is ready, the court would like to have an explanation."
Edgeworth:
On that snowy night... ...there is one way that a body could have been moved. The snowmobile.
von Karma:
Ah...!
Edgeworth:
As we know... the snowmobile was used that night. It was explained as having been used to dispose of the murder weapon... But it could also have been used to carry a body!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Gyaaaaah!
von Karma:
This... This is completely unacceptable, Miles Edgeworth! You've dug yourself into your own grave!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean!?
von Karma:
The only one who could have used the snowmobile was the defendant. She's the one who moved the body! Doesn't that put the final nail in your coffin...?
Edgeworth:
Heh... You're too late... Franziska von Karma. And in fact, the defense has proven something else entirely. We have shown that this case requires further investigation!
von Karma:
W-What!?
Edgeworth:
...Where was the victim, Elise Deauxnim really killed? ...If her body was moved, whatever for? And finally... Just what does this image mean?
von Karma:
Do you even need to think about that!? Such a creature could never see the truth, let alone describe it!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...This witness certainly sits on one of the lowest possible branches of humanity. However! He would never utter a lie that could hurt a girl with whom he is enamored! He drew this, so it is something that actually happened. The defense stands firm on this point.
Butz:
Ed-Edgey! Thank you...!
Judge:
...That settles it, then. I cannot give a verdict under these circumstances.
von Karma:
Grrr... Grrrrrr!
Edgeworth:
(Wright... I seem to have fulfilled my part in this...) It is just as I thought. Franziska von Karma... You make a wonderful partner.
von Karma:
Excuse me...?
Edgeworth:
There was one reason, and one alone, for me being here. To expose the darkness lurking in this case, and then pass it on to Wright!
Butz:
R-Really? That's what this was all about? You could have just told me that from the very beginning! Then I wouldn't have had Franzy whipping me all... Daaaaaayyyowch!
von Karma:
Miles Edgeworth... I don't care about what you were here to do! This was my chance to finally grind you under my heel!
Edgeworth:
A shame that your chance seems to have slipped by you.
Butz:
What a shame, Franzzzyyyyyyyy!
von Karma:
...This is all your fault! Such a terrible witness... You are an affront to all the legal system stands for!
Butz:
Ouuuouuuouooooouuuuuououuooououooouuuuouoouuch!
von Karma:
I demand satisfaction!
Judge:
...I cannot believe that the witness's testimony relates to an actual event. However, there has to be some sort of answer for the questions it raises. Have his words here today been the truth or lies? Next time we gather in this courtroom... ...those are the matters that shall be addressed! I am counting on thorough investigations by both the defense and the prosecution.
Edgeworth:
(And with this... The rest is up to you... Wright...)
von Karma:
...
Judge:
Court is now adjourned!
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! What do you think of the witness's statement!?
Judge:
I don't think there is a problem with it.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You say that with such gusto that I suppose I must agree that is all there is to it.
Judge:
... Don't get smart with me! Get smart with this penalty!
Edgeworth:
(It would appear that even I can make mistakes...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
Unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't accept that.
Edgeworth:
Well done, Your Honor.
Judge:
W-What?
Edgeworth:
I was only testing you just now.
Judge:
... Well then, why don't you try testing this penalty, too!?
Edgeworth:
(It looks like I shouldn't have spoken in haste...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement contradicts the data provided by this piece of evidence!
Judge:
It does? How do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Forgive me, Your Honor, but you yourself just said that it does!
Judge:
... Don't try to play mind games with me!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... It appears I have yet to adjust to being on this side of the courtroom.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong this trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Iris of Hazakura Temple...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately... ...to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Bridge to the Turnabout
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February 9, 3:43 AM
Hotti ClinicIntensive Care Unit
Phoenix:
I'm still up at this hour, reading through the trial record of a certain case. It's the first case my mentor, Mia, had ever handled in a court of law. The horrifying truth that I refuse to accept is holding me hostage here within its pages. Dahlia Hawthorne... What I have read, I don't want to believe. What is written here... This wasn't the Dahlia I knew. After falling into the Eagle River, I was somehow miraculously saved... But I ended up catching a cold that seemed to knock me around the world and back. I feel dizzy, my ears are ringing, my throat burns, and my head is on fire. But I will recover! I have to recover by this afternoon... I have to meet with the most ill-tempered witness imaginable. But I know that he will be able to help me... somehow!
February 9, 2:43 PM
Dusky Bridge
Edgeworth:
Wright... Are you sure you're well enough to be doing this? You still look a little green in the face.
Gumshoe:
Or maybe "viridian", in artist-speak.
Phoenix:
Actually, my fever has gone down quite a bit.
Gumshoe:
How's your temperature now?
Phoenix:
Only 102.2 degrees... Nothing to worry about. *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* Anyway... I read today's trial record. You weren't bad, Edgeworth... Pretty impressive despite the circumstances.
Edgeworth:
We're not in the clear yet. The main point of contention tomorrow is going to be the murder weapon.
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Edgeworth:
In the end, the Shichishito did not deliver the deadly blow. Which means there must be another sword hiding out there that we don't know about...
Phoenix:
(Another sword, huh...)
Gumshoe:
Don't you worry about anything, pal! I'll dig up the murder weapon myself, or I'll eat my coat!
Phoenix:
...Thanks again, Edgeworth. I'll handle things from here.
Edgeworth:
Heh... That is probably for the best. Actually, I was thinking about paying the old precinct a little visit. There's something I want to look into...
Phoenix:
And that is...?
Edgeworth:
Our client's background, naturally.
Gumshoe:
You mean Iris, sir...?
Edgeworth:
I have the feeling that we've met before.
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
All I want is confirmation, one way or the other. And since I probably won't be getting that from you...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
I bid you adieu, Wright. ...Take care.
Gumshoe:
Guess I should get moving, too.
Phoenix:
Why? Do you need to be somewhere?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I've gotta get to work on this bridge, pal. I'm rigging something up so we can get across to the other side.
Phoenix:
(Ack! That's right! Maya is still stuck over at the Inner Temple...)
Gumshoe:
But don't you worry, pal! As soon as it's all set, you'll be the first to know.
Phoenix:
Th-Thank you, Gumshoe! *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*
Gumshoe:
No problem, pal. Just try not to give me that cough of yours, OK? Alright, I'm off!
Phoenix:
(Hang in there, Maya. We'll get you out. I promise. But in the meantime... I've got to continue collecting evidence!)
Examine
Cliff on the other side
Phoenix:
It looks like it's about 20 yards to that cliff over there. But I can't see the Inner Temple from here. I really hope Maya's OK...
Wooden sign on the left side
Phoenix:
There's a narrow path going off in a different direction than that of the Main Hall. Looks like someone's taken the effort to write "To Heavenly Hall" on the signpost.
Bridge
Phoenix:
That thing looks like it's ready to collapse... At least more than it did before. According to Bikini, Eagle Mountain is very prone to earthquakes. Which reminds me... If my memory serves me correctly, Edgeworth isn't exactly a fan of earthquakes.
Boulder
Phoenix:
Now it really is more of a "Dusty Bridge" than a "Dusky Bridge". That kidnapping incident happened here 11 years ago, so maybe it's cursed, too.
Public phone
Phoenix:
Hazakura Temple doesn't have a single private phone line... ...and there aren't any houses in the area, so I guess Bikini is the only one who uses this. ...I really wish I had brought my cell phone with me.
February 9
Heavenly Hall
Phoenix:
... (Looks like no one's here...) Larryyy! ... Lauriiice! ... (I was sure he'd be hiding here... Guess I'll try again later.)
Examine
River
Phoenix:
This is the famous Eagle River. I got to try out its rough rapids the other night. They say it has a really strong current. And they weren't kidding. It's both powerful and fast-flowing. ... I was dead lucky... I mean lucky not to be dead!
Bridge
Phoenix:
That's Dusky Bridge up there. It's amazing how clearly you can see it from so far away. Larry supposedly saw everything through the shack's window. Not much light gets down here, so it must be pitch black at night... But this area was probably illuminated that night because of the burning bridge above.
Stairs
Phoenix:
These steps lead up to the foot of Dusky Bridge. Coming down is a cinch, but going back up doesn't look like a walk in the park. I'm starting to understand why rivers always want to flow downstream, not up.
Flags
Phoenix:
That stuff is really ruining the beautiful atmosphere around here. It's so inappropriate. Like Sister Bikini in a bikini! *shudder* ...I've gotta think of the kittens...
Shack
Phoenix:
Look at this graffiti, scrawled right on the front of the shack. At least he managed to get a pretty good likeness. When I really think about it, I guess art kind of suits him. I mean, his very existence is an art... of sorts.
Roof
Phoenix:
The snow is really piled up on the straw roof. It's otherworldly... Like something out of a fairy tale. ...Well, the roof part anyway. The sign says, "Heavenly Hall". I guess it's pretty fitting. If you spent a night in this little freezing shack... ...you'd probably find yourself at the pearly gates by morning.
February 9
Hazakura TempleMain Gate
???:
Come on! Pleeease! It's for art's sake! I swear!
Phoenix:
(There's only one guy I know who could be this persistent and high-strung...)
Butz:
I'm talking about the heroine here! The heroine in my book. It'll make you famous. Aaagh!
von Karma:
...Enough! A fool's fool fools fools who foolishly accept the foolishness of a fool's fool. Wouldn't you agree... Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
Eh...? Wait a second... I-I know you... You're... Um... Oww!
von Karma:
Your reflexes and mind need to shape up!
Phoenix:
(My brain's frying like a sunny-side up and you want to grill me over a name!?)
Butz:
Franzy! You can't do that! Even as we speak, Nick's on the brink of death! ...Or so I'm told.
von Karma:
"Whip a dead horse!" Isn't that one of your American sayings?
Phoenix:
No, it's not! And I'm not on the brink of anything.
Butz:
Come on, Nick. Tell her, would you? She must model for my picture book, "Franzy's Whip Lash Splash: Simple & Magnificent"! Gaaah!
von Karma:
Before you ask me to model, learn to give at least semi-coherent testimony.
Phoenix:
And before that, you'll have to learn how to live a semi-coherent life, Larry.
Butz:
... I don't care what anyone says! I'm telling the truth! I saw what I saw! She flew, I'm telling you! Whooosh! Just like that dude with the red underwear! Don't think I'm gonna forgive you guys when you come crawling back to apologize!
Phoenix:
(*sigh* Off he goes...)
von Karma:
Phoenix Wright, it's been a year since we last met. A pleasure to see you again.
Examine
Gate
Phoenix:
This is one impressive gate.
von Karma:
Compared to the grandeur of the main gate at the Von Karma Estate, it's but a pet door.
Phoenix:
It looks really idyllic with all that snow on it, don't you think?
von Karma:
All that snow? Don't make me laugh. This is but a light dusting where I come from.
Phoenix:
... Don't make things up just because you think I'll never get to see it for myself!
Main Hall
Phoenix:
You can see the Main Hall from here.
von Karma:
I wonder how the head nun is holding up...?
Phoenix:
Oh, wow. Is that an inkling of human kindness I sense? Oww!
von Karma:
Do you enjoy causing other people pain with that sharp tongue of yours?
Phoenix:
(It's nothing compared to the pain you cause with that leathery whip of yours...)
Bell tower
Phoenix:
It's a quaint, little bell tower. I never would've thought that something this horrible was about to happen... ...when Iris rang the lights out bell that night.
Snowmobile
Phoenix:
I'd love to know what that thing was used for on the night of the crime.
von Karma:
Hah! Still thinking small I see, Phoenix Wright. Or perhaps, not at all. That's why you will never defeat me!
Phoenix:
Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't recall ever losing to you.
von Karma:
It's time for us to settle this once and for all with one final showdown!
Phoenix:
(Looks like she mentally blocked out my victories over her from her memory...)
Talk
Franziska von Karma
Phoenix:
Have you been in Germany all this time?
von Karma:
That's right. Extending my perfect win record. Naturally.
Phoenix:
(Oh, joy. Sounds like she hasn't changed a bit. Has it really been a year since we first met...?)
von Karma:
I am Franziska von Karma, the Prodigy.
Phoenix:
I... see...
von Karma:
I gave up a promising career in Germany and came to this country for one sole reason. Revenge.
Phoenix:
(Franziska was born and raised in Germany, and became a prosecutor at the age of 13. Her father was the legendary prosecutor, Manfred von Karma. He had a perfect win record for 40 long years... But now, he is gone from this world...) Don't tell me you still hold a grudge against me... ...because of what happened to your father...
von Karma:
... Phoenix Wright. You will fall before me. This, I promise. But it will be for my sake, not my father's... Are we clear?
Phoenix:
...Yes, crystal.
Today's trial
von Karma:
In truth, I was shocked. I came back to America with the intention of defeating you. Instead, it was my little brother who was leading the defense.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... Come to think of it... ...Edgeworth was pulled into being a prosecutor by Manfred von Karma as well.)
von Karma:
Miles Edgeworth told me something very interesting, you know. He said this case has a special significance to you.
Phoenix:
Because it does.
von Karma:
And that's precisely why I am here. Your personal involvement will make crushing you into teensy weensy pieces all the better!
Phoenix:
... (It's probably the fever, but... She's so openly hostile that it's almost kinda cute.) Oww!
von Karma:
No smirking!
Phoenix:
No whipping the sick!
von Karma:
That foolish fool, doing such a foolish favor for such a foolishly foolish fool.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth...)
von Karma:
Make no mistake, Phoenix Wright. I came here for one thing, and one thing only. To pulverize you.
Phoenix:
...It's not like I thought you were here to bring me some Coldkiller X, you know.
What happened
von Karma:
I went over the whole case file on the flight over.
Phoenix:
You read the whole thing?
von Karma:
Yes. Every last word of every last sentence of every last paragraph. All the ridiculous things you did made it a very interesting read, you know. Attempting to cross a burning bridge? Did you even consider the dangers?
Phoenix:
No. The only thought in my mind was, "I have to get across."
von Karma:
...! A fool who doesn't think is more foolish than a fool who foolishly thinks.
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe said he'd let me know once the bridge was repaired. Maya... She's got to be OK. I just know it. Plus, I need to ask her about what really happened at the Inner Temple that night...)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, about this... Yeow!
von Karma:
I refuse to help you, Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(I should've known better than to try...)
February 9
Hazakura TempleMain Hall
???:
Hmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaah...
Phoenix:
(...That was one long sigh!) Umm... Sister Bikini?
Bikini:
My my my! I didn't know you were here! How are you doing? Wa ha. Wa ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaah...
Phoenix:
Um, you don't have to pretend to be in a good mood for my sake...
Bikini:
I... I suppose I've made a terrible mess of things, haven't I? I let Mystic Elise die, and then there's Iris as well...
Phoenix:
("Mystic Elise"...? Now that I think about it... Hmm...)
Bikini:
There's an acolyte stuck at the Inner Temple... ...and that poor little girl has gone missing, too.
Phoenix:
That little girl...? Y-You don't mean Pearls... do you?
Bikini:
Yes, I'm afraid I do! She hasn't been seen since the morning after the incident.
Phoenix:
Pearls? She's missing!? (Why didn't someone tell me about this earlier!?)
Examine
Things on the floor
Phoenix:
I've only seen a layout like this when I saw this really old Japanese movie on TV. Wow! This hibachi brazier really puts out a lot of heat! Just thinking about how happy we were, sitting here eating pot roast and gravy... *sigh*
Talk
Iris
Bikini:
I must be getting old... I think I've seriously lost faith in myself.
Phoenix:
Are you talking about your performance at the trial today?
Bikini:
You believe me, don't you? I'm not a liar! I would never lie! I know what I saw! I saw Iris pull that sword from Mystic Elise's body that night... I'm certain of it! At least, I was until this morning...
Phoenix:
(I don't see any Psyche-Locks, so she must be telling the truth.) Um... So why are you so unsure of yourself all of a sudden?
Bikini:
You know that artist who testified after me?
Butz:
I saw Iris flying! Her white hood fluttering! I felt like I might start flying myself.
Bikini:
When I saw that man testify so fervently about something so impossible... ...I started to wonder if I had acted just like him when I was on the witness stand.
Phoenix:
I wouldn't take that guy too seriously. He's an artist, but all he draws is trouble... and nothing else. (If both Bikini and Larry are telling the truth... ...that can only mean one thing. They both didn't see what they think they saw.)
Inner Temple
Phoenix:
On the night of the incident, you met Iris at the Inner Temple. Is that correct?
Bikini:
That's right. I'm sure it was Iris.
Phoenix:
(But Iris claims she was in her room in Hazakura Temple.)
Bikini:
I knew I shouldn't have come back here that night...
Phoenix:
But because you did, Maya is stuck at the Inner Temple.
Bikini:
Nngh... I am so sorry. The drafts in that place are nothing to shake a stick at. Winter is especially bad.
Phoenix:
(I'll bet. The Training Hall looks like it's about to fall down any second.)
Bikini:
Eagle Mountain has always been prone to earthquakes, just so you know.
Phoenix:
E-Earthquakes...?
Bikini:
Yes. I wouldn't be surprised if the next big one levels the Training Hall.
Phoenix:
(We've got to get Maya out of there... fast!)
Bikini:
But still. There's really no need to worry... That area on the other side of Dusky Bridge is isolated like an island.
Phoenix:
It's like an island? How so?
Bikini:
Well, the only thing on that side of the bridge is the Inner Temple. No one lives out there, and it's surrounded on all sides by the river or the forest.
Phoenix:
I-I see...
Bikini:
So a criminal would be trapped should they choose to flee in that direction. And as long as the bridge is out of commission, he or she will have to stay there.
Phoenix:
... That means Maya could be stuck out there with a murderer and no way to escape either!
Bikini:
Oh dear! Yes, I suppose it does!
Phoenix:
(Nngh... Please, Gumshoe! Get that bridge up faster!)
Elise Deauxnim
Phoenix:
...I'm curious about a few things, if you don't mind answering some questions.
Bikini:
Oh? Do you need to know my measurements for your investigation or something?
Phoenix:
No, no, no! I want to know a little more about the victim, Ms. Elise Deauxnim.
Bikini:
... I'm afraid I don't know her waist size. Or her bust size for that matter.
Phoenix:
No, no. I'm wondering why she came to stay in a place like this to begin with. I mean, she told us herself that she wasn't here for spiritual training.
Bikini:
My my my... You make it sound like this place is some sort of dump, Mr. Wright. Mystic Elise was here to soak up the natural beauty of Eagle Mountain, if you must know.
Phoenix:
There. You did it again... Sister Bikini... I noticed you always refer to Ms. Deauxnim as "Mystic Elise".
Bikini:
...Oh!?
Phoenix:
Yes. Now, why is that? After all, she's not here as an acolyte...
Bikini:
W-We address all our visitors as "Mystic". It makes their experience feel authentic. A-And anyway... She's older than me. You must respect your elders, you know.
Phoenix:
How do you know that? How can you say for sure that she's older than you?
Bikini:
...
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Hmm... It seems Ms. Elise Deauxnim was no ordinary visitor after all... And there's Pearls... She was with Ms. Deauxnim on the evening of the murder, and now she's vanished. It's all got to be connected somehow...)
Elise Deauxnim (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Tell me, Sister Bikini... What kind of person was Ms. Deauxnim? I mean, you call her "Mystic Elise" even though she wasn't here for training.
Bikini:
...
Phoenix:
Does she have some special connection with Hazakura Temple that I'm not aware of?
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Bikini:
I'm terribly sorry, but... I just can't talk about it.
Phoenix:
... (Hmm... There's a nasty feeling building in the pit of my stomach... Looks like I'm going to have to break this Psyche-Lock and find out the truth.)
Pearl (appears after "Elise Deauxnim")
Phoenix:
Wh-Why did Pearls have to get mixed up in this mess!?
Bikini:
Please, Mr. Wright! I know you're worried, but try to keep it together!
Phoenix:
(Oh, man... My head's throbbing so bad, it's killing me!) Pearls... She was with Ms. Deauxnim on the night of the murder, remember?
Bikini:
Yes, but... I have a temple to run, you know. I was busy preparing for the training... I didn't see the little darling even once after we'd finished eating dinner.
Phoenix:
(The murder... It didn't take place right in front of her innocent eyes, did it...?)
Bikini:
According to the detective, she hasn't turned up at her home, either.
Phoenix:
(Come on! Keep calm! There's one place left where Pearls could be! She just has to be there! Gumshoe... I'm counting on you to check it out for me, so please hurry the repairs up!)
Present
"Oh! Cult!" New Year's Issue
Phoenix:
Um, about this picture...
Bikini:
Oh, that old thing! I always turned those reporter-types away in the past. But Iris was so insistent this time.
Phoenix:
Iris?
Bikini:
Oh, yes! Iris loves to be the center of attention, you know.
Phoenix:
(Really? I find that kinda hard to believe...)
Hanging Scroll
Bikini:
Huh... Ahh! Well, well, well... Look what you've found! That's the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique, Mystic Misty Fey!
Phoenix:
(So this woman is Maya's mother, huh...)
Bikini:
It's been nearly 20 years since Mystic Misty disappeared. Apparently, she intended to pass the torch on to her daughter.
Phoenix:
Her daughter? Don't you know who her daughter is?
Bikini:
Well, I myself am part of a branch family of the Fey clan. But even I am not privy to that kind of information when it concerns the main family...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, Bikini doesn't seem to know Maya's standing within the Fey family...)
Iris's Hood
Bikini:
Well, well, well! That's a Demon-Warding Hood! Acolytes are highly susceptible to possession by evil spirits, you know. That's why we always wear these for protection.
Phoenix:
Iris gave this to me on the night of the murder. But then I went and fell into the river and got this nasty fever... I thought maybe if I were to wear this hood, it'd make my fever go down faster!
Bikini:
... I don't think so. Colds and spirit power have nothing to do with each other.
Phoenix:
(Way to crush a man's hope.)
Shichishito
Bikini:
Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me. I mean, Iris could never do such a wicked thing.
Phoenix:
But they proved it in court today, didn't they? That this sword wasn't the murder weapon.
Bikini:
That's what they were saying, yes.
Phoenix:
(The problem is, I saw it, too... I'm sure that what I saw was this blade stabbed into Ms. Deauxnim's body.)
Victim's Staff
Bikini:
Ah, it's Mystic Elise's staff. Hmm... The crystal sphere really is missing from it.
Phoenix:
But the sphere was found near Dusky Bridge, right?
Bikini:
Yes. Even though I'm sure Mystic Elise was in Hazakura Temple that entire evening.
Tracks Photo
Phoenix:
About this photograph...
Bikini:
Oh, yes. Those are our snowmobile's tracks, alright. I'd know them anywhere!
Phoenix:
(But there's only one set... Which means... ...the rider went out while it was still snowing, and came back after it had stopped. That's really the only logical explanation, I suppose.)
Larry's Sketch
Bikini:
Honestly! It's like the end of the world.
Phoenix:
It's not a good thing, that's for sure.
Bikini:
To think people have the gall to call this kind of scribbling by the name of art!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Bikini:
If that's the sort of standard you need for the arts these days, I could be a pop diva!
Phoenix:
Um, sure. But what about the contents of the picture? What do you make of that?
Bikini:
... It's definitely the end of the world.
Crystal Sphere
Bikini:
This crystal sphere... It's not from a Demon-Warding Hood, but I would guess it serves a similar purpose.
Phoenix:
If it's not from a hood, then I guess it really is from Ms. Deauxnim's staff.
Bikini:
Look at the blood on it. Oh, poor Mystic Elise...
Maya Fey profile
Bikini:
She's a very important visitor, you know! An honored acolyte!
Phoenix:
She is? Do you know her or something?
Bikini:
The Fey name is synonymous with the Kurain Channeling Technique. Therefore, she must be a spirit medium of great power indeed.
Phoenix:
(Looks like Bikini is in the dark. She doesn't seem to know that Maya is the daughter of the Master of Kurain.)
Pearl Fey profile
Bikini:
Oh dear. I wonder where on Earth this little girl has wandered off to? She's nowhere near the Main Hall. That's for sure.
Phoenix:
(First I lost Maya, and now Pearls... How much more pain is this case going to cause me!? Urgh... Not to mention this fever is giving me a killer migraine...)
Bikini profile
Bikini:
It's all my fault, isn't it? It's all my achy back's fault. Now Mystic Elise is dead, and an acolyte is trapped inside the Inner Temple... ...and that poor little girl has gone missing, too.
Phoenix:
("Missing"...? I hope that's all it is...)
Bikini:
Oh dear, oh dear. I've got to train to withstand more pain, don't I...?
Elise Deauxnim profile
Bikini:
How... How can I ever make up for this...?
Phoenix:
Make up for what?
Bikini:
For allowing harm to come to such an important person!
Phoenix:
(So I was right... Ms. Deauxnim wasn't just any ol' visitor here...)
Iris profile
Bikini:
Please, tell me! What's going to happen to poor Iris!? If she was to be found guilty, I'd... Well, I wouldn't accept it!
Phoenix:
But your testimony, Sister Bikini...
Bikini:
... I can't help my testimony! I saw what I saw! It's up to a pro lawyer like you to deal with problems like that!
Laurice Deauxnim profile
Bikini:
What a disgraceful young man!
Phoenix:
You've finally seen through him, huh...
Bikini:
How could he sit there and claim he really saw what he drew in that picture? Although, the portrait he did of me was rather flattering, I must say.
Phoenix:
(Still... It's not like Larry to make something up that might get a woman he likes in trouble. There's more to that sketch of his than meets the eye. I'm sure of it.)
Franziska von Karma profile
Bikini:
You certainly have some unusual friends, don't you, Mr. Wright! Ho ho ho!
Phoenix:
F-Friends...?
Bikini:
That fancy-pansy painter is one thing, but whipping the judge is just bad form.
Phoenix:
Well... Um... Do you think you could go drill that into her head for me...? Please?
Miles Edgeworth profile
Bikini:
You must be very happy to have such a fine mentor.
Phoenix:
Mentor...? No, he's just a friend...
Bikini:
Oh, you naughty devil! Always the joker, aren't you? Ho ho ho ho! Ah, he seemed like a lovely young man... Like the kind you can always count on.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah... (It's kinda depressing how much faith she has in him...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
I was wondering about this...
Bikini:
Hmm... Let me see... Well, as you may know... In order to see reality for what it truly is... ...we strive to break our attachments to much of the transient, material realm. I guess you could call me an "immaterial girl"!
Phoenix:
(I'm guessing she makes an exception for fine dining...)
February 9
Hazakura TempleCourtyard
Phoenix:
(This is where Sister Bikini witnessed the incident. It's hard to imagine she was lying on the stand, so... ...maybe there are some clues that have yet to be found.)
Examine
Lantern
Phoenix:
There are a few of these stone lanterns scattered around in this courtyard. Without the city glare to compete with, I imagine they would seem a lot brighter. I guess Sister Bikini must light them now, since Iris can't be here.
Staff
Phoenix:
Ms. Deauxnim's staff... I definitely remember there being a crystal sphere attached to the staff. I guess Larry eventually found the sphere near the foot of Dusky Bridge, but... ...what was it doing all the way out there...?
Ami Fey statue
Phoenix:
The Shichishito. It's there in Mystic Ami's right hand. But it was proven in court today that it wasn't the murder weapon. Given the design, it must've been used for some pretty gruesome things in the past...
Stone wall
Phoenix:
The Main Gate's on the other side of that stone wall. The difference in elevation is almost 10 feet. That's how steep this hillside is! And that's also the height the body fell from, according to the autopsy. Is it possible that Ms. Deauxnim was pushed from the top of the wall...?
Top right corner
Phoenix:
That building up there is the Main Hall. It was where we were staying. It sits kind of funny because it was built on a very steep slope. If you enter from the Main Gate side, these rooms above me are on the ground floor. Apparently, Ms. Deauxnim was staying in the corner room. I guess that's where she was pushed from that night...
Ski
Phoenix:
They get quite a bit of snow up here on Eagle Mountain. Around here, skis aren't just for fun. They're tools for getting around. But the sled... Now that's gotta be for Bikini's own personal entertainment!
Main Hall, after clearing all Talk options at Hazakura Temple - Main Gate, clearing "Inner Temple" and "Pearl" Talk options at Hazakura Temple - Main Hall, and visiting Hazakura Temple - Courtyard:
???:
Heeeeeeeeeey!
Bikini:
Wh-What was that jarring, inconsiderately loud yell...?
Gumshoe:
So this is where you've been! Keeping nice and warm, I see!
Phoenix:
Detective! H-Have you finished repair--
Gumshoe:
The bridge!? Yeah, I did! I told you I'd let you know!
Bikini:
Well well well! Then I'll come along with you and...
Gumshoe:
Sorry, ma'am! No unauthorized entry. Access is restricted to people involved in the case.
Bikini:
What was that!? I'm involved, aren't I? You couldn't get much more involved than me!
Gumshoe:
Well yeah, but that's not what I mea-- Aaah!
von Karma:
It's been a while, Scruffy...
Gumshoe:
Y-You're...! Ms. v-v-v-v-v-v-Von Karmaaaaaaah!
von Karma:
Sister. Please, leave the investigation to me.
Bikini:
My my my. Well, you certainly seem to have everything under control!
von Karma:
I am on your side. I won't do anything you don't want me to.
Phoenix:
(...As you work to pin the guilt on Iris.)
von Karma:
What are you daydreaming about, Phoenix Wright!?
Phoenix:
OWW! That hurts, you know! 
von Karma:
Silence! I, Franziska von Karma, will personally guide you through your investigation. So you will follow me!
Phoenix:
(...She's not seriously going to follow me around, is she...?)
February 9
Inner Temple Gate
Phoenix:
Things have certainly become a lot livelier than before.
von Karma:
They must have commenced with the investigation.
???:
Oh! ...Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
(Th-That voice...) Pearls!
Pearl:
...Mr. Nick... Mr. Niiick!
Phoenix:
So you were here... ever since that night...
Pearl:
I was so lonely, I thought I was going to die! When I woke up in the morning and saw that Dusky Bridge was gone... I... I realized I was all alone.
Phoenix:
(She was all alone...?)
von Karma:
It must have been very trying for you, little girl.
Pearl:
Ah! You're...
von Karma:
I am Franziska von Karma, the Prodigy. There's no need to worry now that I'm here.
Pearl:
You're the prosecutor who was so mean to Mystic Maya last year.
von Karma:
Well...
Pearl:
I... I don't like you. You're nothing but a little girl without your whip!
von Karma:
...!
Pearl:
Mystic Maya didn't do anything wrong, but you were so mean! I'll never forgive you!
von Karma:
I... I...!
Phoenix:
(It looks like Pearls's words are getting under her skin...)
von Karma:
............
Phoenix:
Yeowwww! Why are you whipping me!? I didn't even say anything!
von Karma:
You didn't have to. The smile on your lips gave you away!
Phoenix:
A-Anyway... Pearls...? Weren't you with Maya?
Pearl:
Ah! ... I'm sorry! It's... It's all my fault!
Phoenix:
Huh!? What are you talking about, Pearls?
Pearl:
I... I... Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Mystic Mayaaaaaaa!
Phoenix:
Hey, wait! Pearls! (She just ran off!) Oww!
von Karma:
That was cruel, Phoenix Wright. To make a little girl cry like that is inexcusable!
Phoenix:
(What was that all about? Pearls acting like that... It's giving me the creeps. I guess I'd better take another look around since I've finally got a chance! Especially since something about this place seems different from two days ago.)
Examine
Bridge
Phoenix:
You can see Dusky Bridge from here. It's an unusually long bridge, isn't it?
von Karma:
I would say it's about 20 yards.
Phoenix:
I guess the gorge is too wide to cross with a piece of rope or wire, huh?
von Karma:
Therefore, no one has crossed the gorge in either direction since the night of the murder. A simple, yet sound deduction, wouldn't you say, Phoenix Wright?
Hook
von Karma:
Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
What!? And would you stop calling me by my full name like that?
von Karma:
Was this once a prosperous port?
Phoenix:
A port...?
von Karma:
Yes. That metal hook is a mooring post for boats, you know.
Phoenix:
Oh, that. That's an anchor for one of the wires that used to hold up the bridge. I think the wire that was tied to this one probably snapped when the bridge burned down. (I mean, there's no way there was ever a port all the way up here...)
von Karma:
Don't get smart with me, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
But I didn't say anything!
Buddha statues
Phoenix:
Look at all the Buddha statues lined up along this path.
von Karma:
Phoenix Wright... Do you think this is how many siblings the head nun has?
Phoenix:
... Why don't you ask her the next time you see her?
von Karma:
...You know what? I think I will.
Phoenix:
(And she'll probably slap you for prying into her private affairs.)
Incinerator
Phoenix:
(There's a weird smell coming from that incinerator. The door is also open, almost like it's begging me to look inside...) Well, well. Let's see what stunning clue is concealed in here, shall we?  ... Huh? It's empty!
von Karma:
How naïve of you, Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
But it's a bit strange, don't you think? ...Franziska von Karma? (I seem to remember... ...there was snow on this incinerator the first time I saw it. In other words, someone's been using it to burn something recently...)
von Karma:
Listen, Phoenix Wright! It's impertinent to call people by their full name!
Phoenix:
I was only copying you.
Yellow gate
Phoenix:
There's a little gate that leads into the garden. It says "No Entry" on the sign, though.
von Karma:
Come now, Phoenix Wright! What are you doing? Let's go in. It's half open anyway. What harm could come of it?
Phoenix:
But it says, "No Entry".
von Karma:
... Don't you Americans enjoy doing whatever you like and then simply say, "Whatever!?"
Phoenix:
That's got nothing to do with anything! (And who told you that!?)
Wooden log
Phoenix:
The sign says "Inner Temple".
von Karma:
I don't know how you're reading it, but it's illegible to me.
Phoenix:
Actually, I can't read it either.
von Karma:
Feigning comprehension isn't a very good habit to have, Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(She looks really happy to have finally caught me on something...)
Gate
von Karma:
This must be the door that leads to the Inner Temple. Where Maya Fey was training on the night of the murder...
Phoenix:
Yes. There's a solitary room there called the Training Hall.
von Karma:
You could do with some training yourself, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
... YEOWWW!
von Karma:
You're completely out of shape.
Phoenix:
(Nngh... I don't know how much more of this woman I can take!)
February 9
Inner TempleTraining Hall
Phoenix:
...
von Karma:
What's wrong? Why are you so quiet?
Phoenix:
Maya... She was supposed to be in here training.
von Karma:
Yet, it appears she's nowhere to be seen.
Phoenix:
... (What's that...? That strange lock...? It wasn't there two days ago. This whole room is really giving off some strange vibes...)
Examine
Drawers
Phoenix:
It's an antique dresser.
von Karma:
Don't you dare open it, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(Now I know how Maya feels when I tell her not to touch things...)
von Karma:
... What a pity. It's full of nothing but old clothes for the acolytes.
Phoenix:
I thought we weren't opening it!
von Karma:
I'm from the Prosecutor's Office. I can do anything.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, you can do anything... Except stand up to a 9 year old girl.)
Mattresses
Phoenix:
Look at those wafer-thin mattresses!
von Karma:
I'm sorry, Phoenix Wright... "Wafer-thin"? 
Phoenix:
Yeah, you know. Thin like a wafer. In other words uncomfortable. That's how we describe things like these mattresses. I guess you must say, "wafer-thick" or something back in Germany?
von Karma:
Not about these mattresses. Certainly not!
Sacred cavern entrance
Phoenix:
Hmm... This door... When I was here two days ago, that weird lock wasn't on it.
von Karma:
Those chains... It's almost as if they're guarding something inside that cavern. I've never seen a lock quite like this before.
Phoenix:
(I have. I've seen locks and chains just like this before. They look just like the ones that guard a person's secrets during a Psyche-Lock. I wonder if this lock is guarding something, too. Dark secrets in a dark cavern...)
Hanging scroll
von Karma:
What do you think this yellowish poster is, Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
It's a scroll, not a poster. It's a picture of a woman who's actually... ...
von Karma:
A woman? I don't see any woman here.
Phoenix:
(There's a different atmosphere in this room since the last time I was here. No... It's not a different atmosphere, it's a different smell!) It's gravy!
von Karma:
...What's the matter?
Phoenix:
This scroll... It's been completely covered in gravy!
von Karma:
Ah. Yes. There is a very appetizing smell in the air. But gravy is a type of sauce. So when you run out of paint, you Americans use gravy as a substitute, I see.
Phoenix:
No! No one does that! For starters, it stinks! (This must be the gravy that we had with the roast on the night of the incident. But why would anyone do this? Why this scroll?)
Hanging Scroll updated. Touch to see before and after view under the Check screen.
Hanging scroll (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
(This scroll shows a picture of Misty Fey, Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique. But why would anyone cover it in gravy?)
von Karma:
I can't make out what's drawn on this scroll at all. I'll never understand you Americans and your so-called artists...
Phoenix:
(Artists? Um, yeah...)
After examining sacred cavern entrance and hanging scroll:
???:
What took you so long? I thought even you'd manage to get here faster than this, Mr. Trite.
Phoenix:
P-Prosecutor Godot! I didn't know you were here.
von Karma:
Prosecutor?
Phoenix:
How come you didn't show up at the trial today?
Godot:
Ha...! I could ask you the exact same question.
Phoenix:
Huh? But I was... I had a cold, so...
Godot:
I had something slightly more important than a common cold to deal with. The importance of which is something you have no hope of ever understanding.
von Karma:
Enough! I believe I have the measure of you. You are the very worst kind of prosecutor. What could be more important than a trial?
Godot:
... Who's the wild mare, Trite?
Phoenix:
This is Ms. von Karma. She was the acting prosecutor in your absence today.
Godot:
Ha...! Well, I guess I owe you one then. But you can go now, princess. It's time for the big boys to take the reins.
von Karma:
Just who do you think you are!? This case is my...
Godot:
Hey, Filly. Know your role, and shut your mouth. I can't stand women like you. I'm only going to say this once, Lady von Whippingberg. Go home!
von Karma:
... Phoeeenix Wriiight!
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you hitting me for!?
Godot:
Ha...! You deserve more cracks of the whip than that, Trite.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
You still don't get it, do you? You don't realize that you've set something in motion that you'll never be able to undo.
Phoenix:
(There's something different about Godot today... I'm getting such a strong sense of... something from behind that mask of his. Is it anger? Or... Is it... sorrow?)
Talk
Why didn't you show?
Phoenix:
You had some important business and that's why you weren't in court, huh? So what was it?
Godot:
... I've told you once before, but perhaps you don't remember.
Godot:
I've returned from the depths of Hell... To do battle with you.
Godot:
You see, Trite... I've experienced something most have not. Death.
Phoenix:
You... died?
Godot:
Of course, being extradited from Hell is a tedious affair. The meticulous regeneration and adjustment of all your internal organs is... Well... Let's just say modern medicine allows us all to live to a ripe old age. Even someone like me.
Phoenix:
So... you mean... That mask you wear is...?
Godot:
This ugly device? I promise it's not a fashion statement, my unenlightened friend. Without this, I can't see your frequently dumbfounded face.
Phoenix:
I... I didn't know...
Godot:
My eyesight is pretty messed up. Even with these huge goggles on my head, I still can't see everything. Still, I keep this worn-out piece of junk of a body going with regular servicing.
von Karma:
I'm sorry, but... ...you say you experienced death? How is that possible? What happened...?
Godot:
... Why don't you ask him?
Phoenix:
Huh? M-Me!?
Godot:
Yeah, Trite. You. You should know all about it. You know when my life ended... And who ended it for me.
von Karma:
W-Well, Phoenix Wright! Do you!?
Phoenix:
I-I don't know what he's talking about... (Although... To be honest... I do feel a little tug at the corner of my memory... I think I do know about how Godot was "killed"...)
Godot:
It will all become clear in due time. Isn't that right, Trite?
Can't undo?
Phoenix:
Earlier, you said I've done something I can never undo. What did you mean by that exactly?
Godot:
... The Inner Temple here on this side of Dusky Bridge is an isolated island.
Phoenix:
(That's what Sister Bikini said, too.)
Godot:
And I wonder, Trite... Do you know what the police are doing here today?
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Godot:
They're searching... Searching for any trace of an acolyte who went missing.
Phoenix:
M-Missing?
Godot:
As leader of the search party, I can tell you this with absolute certainty... Maya Fey is not on this side of Dusky Bridge.
Phoenix:
Huh? B-But that's impossible! She came here that night and...
Godot:
I won't say it again. The chances of her being here are nil. Excluding of course, one very unique place...
Phoenix:
(One? Where is that?)
Godot:
The Sacred Cavern, the entrance of which we are standing at right now. This is the only place that the search party has yet to explore.
Phoenix:
(So they haven't searched that cavern yet, huh...)
Godot:
Be aware, though, that the temperature inside frequently falls below freezing. Even if she was in there... ...the chances of her being found alive are slim at best.
Phoenix:
N-No!
Godot:
Which means, Trite, that you sent Maya Fey to her death!
von Karma:
You fool! If that's the situation, why aren't you in there with a search party right now!?
Godot:
You must have blinders on, my equestrian angel. Don't you see the big lock and chains? It's a trick lock. I'm making preparations to open it as we speak. Well, Trite? Once again, a woman dies because of you.
Phoenix:
"Once again"!? What are you talking about?
Godot:
Don't tell me you've forgotten...? It was only two years ago, after all... ...when the last unfortunate woman died because of you.
Phoenix:
(Because of me...?)
Godot:
And do you know who that was? It was Maya Fey's sister! That's right! Mia Fey!
Phoenix:
M-Mia!?
Godot:
You killed her!
Phoenix:
N-No, that's not how it was!
Mia Fey (appears after "Can't undo?")
Godot:
It was two years ago... Mia Fey was pursuing someone. A man. But she bit off more than she could chew. She made a very dangerous enemy.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that's one case I'll never forget.) But... I got that guy! Personally!
Godot:
Sure. Ms. Fey's murderer was caught. But that won't bring her back!
Phoenix:
W-Well, no... but...
Godot:
You were with her at the time. You and no one else. It was your responsibility! You should have protected her!
Phoenix:
I...!
Godot:
You say Mia Fey was your teacher! Well then, I'd say you've learned nothing, Trite! You robbed her of her life. And now... ...you've let her sister suffer the same fate!
Phoenix:
(I... I haven't sentenced Maya to death...! No...!)
Trick lock (appears after "Can't undo?")
von Karma:
What is this peculiar-looking lock? Why don't we just break it open? It would be a simple matter of...
Godot:
I'm afraid we can't do that. This area has always been prone to earthquakes. The repeated tremors have weakened the foundations of the Training Hall. Any excessive force used to break the lock open would... Well, let's just say the Inner Temple and the Sacred Cavern would be a thing of the past.
von Karma:
Very well. Then dare I suggest the obvious solution of opening it with the key?
Godot:
Ha...! Sure. Just show me where the keyhole is on this trick lock.
Phoenix:
Th-There's no keyhole!?
Godot:
That's right. An interesting puzzle, huh? The person who set this lock is the only one who can open it.
Phoenix:
Then who was it!?
Godot:
Simple. The accused.
Phoenix:
What? Iris?
Godot:
When an acolyte undergoes training inside the Sacred Cavern... ...the attending sister is responsible for locking the entrance. Obviously, the night of the murder was no exception. Maya Fey was to train in there.
Phoenix:
(Sister Bikini did mention it a number of times, now that I think about it. She said that Iris was left in charge of supervising the early stages of the training.)
Godot:
So Iris, the accused, is the only one who can open this lock. I've arranged for her to be brought here now.
Phoenix:
(Iris is the only person who can open this lock...? I hope she gets here soon! ...Hang on in there, Maya. We'll get you out!)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, Godot... Would you mind taking a look at this?
Godot:
Ha...! My eyes have a date with the horizon. They're flirting with the gulls. I don't have any intention of aiding a defense attorney like you, Trite.
von Karma:
But you must help him! Even just a little!
Phoenix:
(Look who's talking!)
von Karma:
I had no idea such a smooth refusal could make me so angry!
After clearing all Talk options:
Godot:
... So. I should be getting back to work.
Phoenix:
Wait, Godot! How sure about Maya are you?
Godot:
... There's no doubt in my mind. She's in the Sacred Cavern somewhere. It's the only place she could be.
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
You'd better start praying. You'd better pray that friend of yours brings the accused back here soon.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth?)
Godot:
Listen up, Trite. There's only one thing I want to say to you before I go. I'll never accept you. Never.
Phoenix:
...!
von Karma:
You should choose your friends more carefully, Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
That's what everyone says. (It looks like I don't have much of a choice... I guess I'll just have to do what I can for now.)
Inner Temple Gate, after examining incinerator at Inner Temple Gate and then clearing all Talk options at Inner Temple - Training Hall: 
???:
... I dunno... Should I... Or shouldn't I...?
Phoenix:
(Sound like someone's talking to himself, but where's that coming from?)
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I guess I better wash that off. That's what I'll do. No, but I can't do that. I'm a detective... ...Argh! My brain! This is driving me nuts! Aaaah!
von Karma:
Is something troubling you, Scruffy?
Gumshoe:
P-Please don't whip me like that all of a sudden, sir!
von Karma:
It was merely a simple greeting. A friendly tap on the shoulder... with my whip.
Phoenix:
So what's up, Gumshoe? Is something on your mind?
Gumshoe:
H-H-How did you know, pal!?
von Karma:
Perhaps you were trying to decided [sic] if you wanted to wash "that" off or not...?
Gumshoe:
H-H-How did you know, sir!? Oh! Yeah! I nearly forgot. You can't go through that little gate there, OK?
Phoenix:
Um... You mean the one that says "No Entry" on it?
Gumshoe:
... I... um... kinda already snuck in there!
Phoenix:
(Is he trying to be clever or something...?)
von Karma:
So what's behind there, Scruffy?
Gumshoe:
Huh? A kind of... garden-like garden.
Phoenix:
A garden?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Anyway, it's under investigation right now, so keep out! I'm not telling you, I'm asking you, pal! You got me?
Phoenix:
(Isn't it normally the other way around?)
Gumshoe:
Well, see you later!
von Karma:
So... shall we adjourn to this garden, Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
(Of course! What else would we do? I really want to know what Gumshoe was thinking of washing off!)
February 9
Inner TempleGarden
Phoenix:
...
von Karma:
There's a strange feeling in the air. I wonder what it is...
Phoenix:
(Strange feeling? Forget about that! What's that strange writing on the stone lantern?)
Gumshoe:
Aaah! What are you doing here, sir!? I thought I said you can't come in here!
von Karma:
Don't you know, Scruffy? A Von Karma will always show up wherever there is a clue! And there are plenty of clues to be found here.
Gumshoe:
B-But...
Examine
Bottom left area
Phoenix:
A little lantern, a little statue...
von Karma:
It is certainly a quaint little garden. Oh! What is this huge bowl here for?
Gumshoe:
Oh, I know this one! It's... um... It's a ...water bowl, isn't it?
von Karma:
Everything else is completely frozen over... But the ice in this bowl has been broken.
Phoenix:
That's true... (I wonder if this has any impact on the case...?)
Gumshoe:
Umm... Well... I, uh... I doused my face earlier with the water in this. I was getting kinda sleepy... Gaaargh!
von Karma:
Next time you're sleepy, you need only come to me! Got it!?
Charm
Phoenix:
There's a charm or something poking out from the snow. (It looks pretty old. There's a leather cord tied to it, too.)
Gumshoe:
Apparently, it belonged to the victim.
von Karma:
To Ms. Elise Deauxnim?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. There was a broken leather cord around the lady's neck. The ends of the cords found on both the victim and on this charm match exactly.
Phoenix:
(This means that this charm definitely belonged to Ms. Deauxnim. This could be a really vital piece of evidence.)
Kurain Master's Talisman added to the Court Record.
Torches
Phoenix:
There are a couple of torches here. I guess you need all the light you can get up here in the mountains.
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I was looking at those things, pal. It looks like they've been lit pretty recently.
von Karma:
Recently? How recent are we talking about?
Gumshoe:
As recent as the night of the murder...
Phoenix:
(Maya was training here on the night of the murder... It's not unreasonable to think these things were lit up at the time, I guess.)
Ground around the stone lantern
Phoenix:
...Well, this is odd. There's no snow on the ground here. And it's an almost perfect rectangle. It couldn't have happened naturally.
von Karma:
Yes. It appears as though someone has carefully cleared away the snow. No doubt it was you, wasn't it, Scruffy!?
Gumshoe:
Huh? No, it wasn't me, sir! It was already like that when my men and I got here to start the investigation.
Phoenix:
(If it wasn't the police, then who did it...?)
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah. There's something I need to tell you. Just between the three of us, OK?
von Karma:
What is it?
Gumshoe:
It's top secret. You can't tell anyone, got it?
von Karma:
...Understood.
Gumshoe:
Well, when I was a kid, I got knocked out of the local wrestling contest, you see. I was so disappointed, I just picked up my mouth guard and cried all the way home. Man, I got in so much trouble when I left it on the couch!
von Karma:
...
Gumshoe:
...
von Karma:
...Is that it?
Gumshoe:
That's it. Gaaargh!
Phoenix:
(Whoever cleared the snow away must have had a reason... Although I can't even begin to imagine what that reason could be.)
Stone lantern
Phoenix:
What the heck is that!?
Gumshoe:
Uh-oh... You spotted it, huh, pal?
Phoenix:
Are you kidding me!? It couldn't be more obvious!
von Karma:
It says... "Maya"...
Gumshoe:
Yeah. And before you ask, it's written in blood...
von Karma:
You will answer all our questions now, Scruffy! Without exception!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir!
Talk
The investigation
Phoenix:
So how's the Inner Temple investigation going...?
Gumshoe:
We have the best scientific forensic team in the world working the place!
von Karma:
Forensic team? And what was the outcome of this scientific study?
Gumshoe:
Nothing! Scientifically speaking, the place is as clean as a whistle.
von Karma:
... That's simply not good enough, Scruffy! Do you think I'll let you get away with that?
Gumshoe:
Uh-oh... Well, there were a couple of things that bothered me when I first got here, sir...
von Karma:
That stone lantern, and the surrounding area that's not covered in snow, correct?
Gumshoe:
They looked kinda fishy to me. You know, scientifically speaking. So I got the lab boys to look them over. The results were... It's kinda hard to say, actually.
Phoenix:
(I guess I better look into them myself.)
Maya
Phoenix:
Um, about Maya...
Gumshoe:
Oh... Um... Did Mr. Godot tell you yet?
Phoenix:
...Yes, we heard.
Gumshoe:
He's got a search party out looking for her. But there's nowhere else she could have disappeared to on this side of Dusky Bridge. All we can do is wait for Mr. Edgeworth to get here, pal.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth?
Gumshoe:
He's escorting Iris, the defendant, over here.
von Karma:
We'll have to wait, since she is the only one who can open the door to the Sacred Cavern.
Gumshoe:
Oh! I think Mr. Edgeworth wants to talk to you about something too, pal.
Phoenix:
...Huh? I wonder what it is...
Gumshoe:
Just don't be expecting any good news when you talk to him. When I spoke to him, Mr. Edgeworth sounded so down, I felt like I was drowning...
Phoenix:
(Sounds... pleasant...)
Bloody writing (appears after examining stone lantern)
Phoenix:
"Maya"... So these letters are written in blood?
Gumshoe:
Yeah... What's worse is it's the victim's blood.
Phoenix:
Huh!? This is Ms. Deauxnim's blood?
Gumshoe:
We haven't done a detailed analysis yet, but... it's looking that way, pal.
von Karma:
Hmm... Most interesting... Phoenix Wright. I presume you know, don't you. Why Maya's name is written upside-down.
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
You know what, that was really bothering me, too. But I just came up with the answer. The result of my own special Gumshoe Investigation!
von Karma:
Really? Do tell...
Gumshoe:
Well, on the night of the murder... ...that stone lantern was upside-down!
von Karma:
Ahem! Anyway, there's really only one logical explanation to this mystery. Ms. Elise Deauxnim wrote these letters herself, in her own blood.
Phoenix:
Y-You must be joking! (That's impossible!)
Gumshoe:
From the writing in the victim's blood and the other clues left behind... ...it seems pretty likely that this garden was the scene of Ms. Elise Deauxnim's murder. At least, that's our current theory on how the events took place, pal.
Phoenix:
Whaaaaat!?
True crime scene (appears after "Bloody writing")
Phoenix:
So Ms. Deauxnim was killed here...?
Gumshoe:
However you wanna look at it, that's what people are saying now.
Phoenix:
Then... what Sister Bikini saw in the courtyard at the main temple was... Well, what was it!? If that wasn't the scene of the crime, what did she see?
Gumshoe:
... What do you think, Ms. von Karmaaaaa!?
von Karma:
Surely a special Gumshoe Investigation would reveal the answer, no?
Phoenix:
But wait a sec. The bloody writing and all the other clues here... Someone could've easily set all that up after the murder had taken place, right?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, but that's not an option, pal.
Phoenix:
Why not!?
von Karma:
How quickly you forget, Phoenix Wright. Ever since the incident occurred, this place has been completely inaccessible... ...because Dusky Bridge was completely burned out.
Phoenix:
...!
Gumshoe:
I was overseeing repairs to the bridge the whole time. No one came over here before me and my men. Which means no one could've planted all this stuff here, pal.
Phoenix:
Nngh...! (I-I can't think of a counterargument to that...)
Gumshoe:
I knew it... I should've washed the blood off the lantern as soon as I got here.
Phoenix:
(If this really was the scene of the crime... ...then I need to figure out exactly what it was that Bikini actually saw!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Hey, look. It's my attorney's badge.
Gumshoe:
Ha ha. Good one, pal. You're always good for a laugh with your little badge. But a real man... A real man has a police badge.
Magatama
Gumshoe:
Hey, that looks good. Is it a cough drop? I tell you, pal. I've had a sore throat all day.
Phoenix:
Ack! No! That's my Magatama! You can't eat it!
Gumshoe:
Oh...
Phoenix:
(At least he doesn't just put stuff in his mouth first and ask questions later anymore.)
Hanging Scroll
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this scroll, Detective?
Gumshoe:
... Well, I know it smells great! Yeah, this is just the kind of weather for some steaming mashed potatoes and gravy. I really love that stuff. I eat it so much that my coat even smel-- Aaah!
von Karma:
Have you nothing else to say about this than your inane ramblings about gravy!?
Gumshoe:
... N-Not really.
Phoenix:
...Let's leave it at that, OK?
Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Gumshoe:
She sure was a mysterious person. Her real name, her past... It's all a complete mystery.
von Karma:
Still, it strikes me as odd... Why would someone who wishes to remain anonymous become an author?
Gumshoe:
You know what probably happened? I bet she didn't know her books were gonna be such a success. That's what I think.
Shichishito
Gumshoe:
I didn't follow the ins and outs of it, but... ...it turned out that this wasn't the murder weapon, right?
Phoenix:
If what Sister Bikini saw is right, then no, it's not. She said the murder weapon was thrust into the victim up to the hilt. But the blood stains on this aren't consistent with her story.
Gumshoe:
Don't worry, pal! I'll uncover the real murder weapon. If I haven't turned it up by Spring, you can take my badge!
Phoenix:
(The case will be long over by then, Gumshoe!)
Victim's Staff
Gumshoe:
That staff belonged to the victim.
Phoenix:
Yeah, and apart from the crystal missing from the top, there's nothing wrong with it.
Gumshoe:
Oh, I just remembered something important! This is just between us, OK?
von Karma:
Is it going to have anything to do with the case, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Well, no. But it's really...
von Karma:
Then I'm not interested.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir.
Crime Photo
Phoenix:
What do you make of this photo of the crime scene...?
Gumshoe:
It's really gruesome... All I gotta say is that the killer is messed up in the head. But it turns out that Shichishito thing wasn't even the murder weapon. So then, why would someone stab it in the victim like that?
Phoenix:
(That's the mystery we're here to solve...)
Larry's Sketch
Gumshoe:
It was like a circus today in court. All thanks to this little sketch.
von Karma:
At the risk of repeating myself... ...you really ought to choose your friends more carefully, Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
OK, I know Larry's a bit out there... ...but he genuinely wants to help Iris. I'm sure of that. He wouldn't have produced this for no good reason.
von Karma:
You are nothing more than a marshmallow on the inside. The both of you.
Crystal Sphere
Phoenix:
This was found close to Dusky Bridge, wasn't it?
Gumshoe:
That's what that artist guy said, yeah. Right after the defendant flew over the burning bridge! According to his testimony, she dropped it when she landed on the other side.
Phoenix:
(But this crystal didn't belong to Iris.)
von Karma:
The crystal had dropped out of Ms. Elise Deauxnim's staff.
Gumshoe:
And there are traces of blood on it, too.
Phoenix:
(The real question is what was it doing near the foot of Dusky Bridge...?)
Kurain Master's Talisman
Gumshoe:
That thing must've been worn by the victim. There's no other way of looking at it.
Phoenix:
You mean, because of the matching leather cord found around the victim's neck?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I bet it was one of those things she always wore. I've got this safe driving charm I've been wearing for over a year now. If I ever get into an accident, it guarantees it'll be the other guy's fault.
Phoenix:
(Isn't it supposed to stop you from having an accident in the first place?)
Maya Fey profile
Gumshoe:
The situation hasn't changed. We still don't know anything about Maya's whereabouts. She's gotta be in the Sacred Cavern, though. That's the only place left. I heard it's real cold in there. We've gotta get her out fast, or it could be bad, pal.
Phoenix:
Isn't there anything you can do, Detective!?
Gumshoe:
What are you talking about!?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Gumshoe:
We're already on it! You couldn't get a faster response from a computer. Mr. Godot put everything in place right away. That guy doesn't mess around.
Phoenix:
G-Godot?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. The coffee-drinking mystery man who didn't show in court. I gotta say. He's totally made me rethink my perception of him, pal.
Mia Fey profile
Gumshoe:
She cross-examined me once, you know. Yeah. That was us. The big guns locking horns. Witness versus lawyer! It was a battle of cunning tactics and tricks.
Phoenix:
(But the witness isn't supposed to play any tricks...)
Gumshoe:
I can't believe she's gone...
Pearl Fey profile
Gumshoe:
Apparently, the girl was trapped over here since the night of the murder.
Phoenix:
Did she say anything to you about Maya? She wouldn't tell me...
Gumshoe:
She's not gonna tell me something if she wouldn't even speak to you, pal. She was real upset. She wouldn't stop crying.
von Karma:
Phoenix Wright! Look sharp and go comfort that poor young girl!
Phoenix:
I will... Trust me, I will...
Godot profile
That guy's got more mysteries than a Choose Your Own Escapade book, pal.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know. Trust me I already know.
Gumshoe:
I can't believe he skipped the trial like that, without even getting permission. He'd have been fired for sure if he worked for a normal company.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Never would've expected the Prosecutor's Office to be so lax...)
von Karma:
Don't get the wrong impression, Phoenix Wright. More importantly... Doesn't it strike you as odd that the police are unaware of that man's medical situation?
Godot:
Of course, being extradited from Hell is a tedious affair. The meticulous regeneration and adjustment of all your internal organs is... Well... Let's just say modern medicine allows us all to live to a ripe old age. Even someone like me.
Phoenix:
Yeah. Why is he hiding that from everyone?
von Karma:
Additionally it raises another question... Why did he choose to tell only you?
Phoenix:
(Yeah. Why did he?)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
Hey, you wanna hear something, pal? Come on, I know you do! Maggey says she's gonna buy me a new coat!
Phoenix:
Really? That's great!
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I think it's to say thanks for helping her out during that last case! Which means... I can finally chuck out this stinky, sweat-soaked rag!
von Karma:
You mean, you don't have any special attachments to that coat...? And after all the effort I took to mail it back to you from Germany...
Gumshoe:
... Ah, well, I'll be sure to take good care of it once it's retired, sir.
Bikini profile
Gumshoe:
She's a sweet old lady. She doesn't look like the lying type to me.
Phoenix:
But there was a problem with her testimony, wasn't there?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but I don't think it was her fault. She was just trying to say the right thing, and it came out wrong, that's all. I know what it's like. Happens to me all the time!
von Karma:
For a detective, you are completely lacking in powers of observation!
Iris profile
Gumshoe:
I dunno. I'm not so sure anymore. The clues we found today have turned this case all topsy-turvy. I can't see how Iris could've done it now.
von Karma:
Oh? How interesting, Scruffy. Sadly, I don't share the same sentiment. Prepare yourself well for tomorrow, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(Why does every prosecutor want to burn me at the stake so badly...?)
Laurice Deauxnim profile
Gumshoe:
He was Ms. Elise Deauxnim's apprentice, or so I heard.
Phoenix:
...Well, I suppose you could call him that.
Gumshoe:
The guy drew a portrait of me, you know.
Phoenix:
Well, lucky you, I suppose.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but I had to pay him 50 cents for it.
Phoenix:
That's pretty awful.
Gumshoe:
... You aren't really enthused about this guy either, huh...?
Phoenix:
Well... he made a mockery of the court today. (And I'm almost sure he did it on purpose, too...)
Franziska von Karma profile
Gumshoe:
............ Wow! What a beauty, huh? Gaargh!
von Karma:
What was that long pause for, Scruffy!?
Gumshoe:
............ That's a real nice broach she's got, too. Gaargh!
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe needs to learn how to give compliments faster than Franziska gives lashes.)
Miles Edgeworth profile
Gumshoe:
I haven't seen Mr. Edgeworth for about a year. Talk about a long time!
Phoenix:
Do you know why he moved overseas?
Gumshoe:
I don't know. Probably to look cool.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
There's a lot of weight attached to doing research overseas, you know. Once I've done my stint in Paris, you'll have to call me Monsieur Gumchaussure.
Phoenix:
... People really don't get Edgeworth, do they?
von Karma:
It's his own fault for not explaining anything about himself.
Anything else
Phoenix:
What about this, Detective Gumshoe? Any thoughts?
Gumshoe:
Yeah... Well... It's pretty chilly today, huh? My brain doesn't work properly in the cold.
von Karma:
Perhaps we'll just have to wait until Summer when it's warmer?
Gumshoe:
Oh, no. My brain doesn't work properly in the heat. I'm kinda weak in the head.
Phoenix:
(There are some things you shouldn't advertise, Gumshoe. Especially in front of her...)
After examining charm and clearing "True crime scene" Talk option at Inner Temple - Garden:
February 9
Hazakura TempleMain Gate
von Karma:
It seems you have a visitor.
Iris:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Iris! I'm really glad to see you!
Edgeworth:
Godot managed to mobilize the police by claiming a state of emergency.
von Karma:
Not him again.
Phoenix:
Never mind him! We've gotta hurry and unlock the Sacred Cavern...
Iris:
I'm sorry, Mr. Wright! It's my fault someone so important to you is locked in there... Mr. Edgeworth. Can we finish our conversation later?
Edgeworth:
...Alright. Let's hurry to the Inner Temple then. ...I'll see you later, Wright.
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait, Edgeworth! I'm coming with you guys!
Edgeworth:
... Sorry, Wright. I can't allow you to come with us.
Phoenix:
What!?
Edgeworth:
I hate to be the one to break it to you, but... ...Maya Fey is in a rather... delicate position.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by a delicate position...?
Edgeworth:
... This isn't simply a rescue operation, Wright. It's also an investigation. That being the case... we can't allow members of the public to interfere.
Phoenix:
C-Come on, Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
If anything happens, you'll be the first to know. ...Please understand, Wright.
Phoenix:
But it's Maya!
Iris:
Mr. Wright! All that matters is that Mystic Maya is rescued, correct?
Phoenix:
I...
von Karma:
Listen to the voice of reason for a change, Phoenix Wright.
Edgeworth:
From now on, consider anything beyond Dusky Bridge to be off limits. We'll be going now... Excuse us.
Phoenix:
... Aaack!
von Karma:
This is no time to be standing around, Phoenix Wright! Aren't there other things that demand your attention?
Phoenix:
... (She's right...) ...Thanks. For reminding me.
February 9
Hazakura TempleMain Hall
Bikini:
...
Phoenix:
Sister Bikini looks like she's shrunk some since I last saw her...
von Karma:
Don't be so rude, Phoenix Wright. What's wrong, Sister Bikini?
Bikini:
My my my! Hello, you two! How are you doing? Wa ha. Wa ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaah...
Phoenix:
(From the sound of that sigh, I guess she's still pretty down.)
Bikini:
Iris was just here, you know. She was accompanied by that handsome, crimson-clad prince!
Phoenix:
(Is she talking about Edgeworth?)
Bikini:
It was just a courtesy call. I wasn't allowed to talk with her at all. Oh dear. It's all my fault that this has happened. Poor Iris. She was worried about my back, would you believe? What have I done to her...?
von Karma:
Only what you had to do, Sister. You bravely and truthfully testified about what you saw. There's no shame in that. And we'll see to it that your testimony wasn't made in vain!
Bikini:
... Well, I don't hear anyone else saying that. ... ...... Mr. Blue-Suits doesn't seem to share your opinion, I see.
Phoenix:
Huh? Me? ...Ack!
von Karma:
*glare*
Phoenix:
O-Oh, yes! You did great, Sister Bikini. ...Absolutely spectacular!
Bikini:
*sniffle* You two are the only ones who've said that to meeee!
Phoenix:
(I can't shake the feeling that I just became a shill to a shrew.)
von Karma:
Do you have a problem, Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
(Sure, she was brave to testify so truthfully like that. But I know she's still hiding something. Guess it's time to break that Psyche-Lock of hers...)
Present
Hanging Scroll
Phoenix:
Um, would you mind taking a look at this, Sister Bikini?
Bikini:
Aaaah! Our scroll! Our precious scroll! What on earth have you done to it!?
Phoenix:
No, no! It wasn't m--
Bikini:
You there, Ms. von Karma! Time to take out that whip of yours and teach him a lesson!
von Karma:
With pleasure, Sister. Bad boy! You need to be taught a lesson, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(Aaaaah!! Someone... Anyone... ...h...e...l...p...!)
Kurain Master's Talisman
Phoenix:
Um, Sister Bikini. Would you mind taking a look at this?
Bikini:
Aaaaah! What are you doing with that!? Give it back at once!
Phoenix:
I can't! This is evidence. (This really must be one very important item...)
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Elise Deauxnim --
Phoenix:
Sister Bikini. The truth is becoming increasingly clear to me. I'm convinced that Ms. Elise Deauxnim had a special significance to this temple. As to why she had a special significance, I believe it has to do with her true identity.
Bikini:
What on Earth are you talking about? She... She was... M-Mystic Elise was an author. Just an author... of picture books.
Phoenix:
To be honest... I had my suspicions almost immediately after I met her.
Bikini:
S-Suspicions?
Phoenix:
Yes. But I didn't have any evidence to support my theory, though. But now I do. This piece of evidence proves Ms. Deauxnim's true identity!
Present Kurain Master's Talisman
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Deauxnim had this charm with her at all times."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Sister Bikini!? What do you have to say to that?
Bikini:
Of course! I don't know why it didn't hit me before. Your heart. It's impure! It's riddled with wickedness and fallacies.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Bikini:
That's why you keep coming up with these funny ideas. I recommend Mystic Elise's book, "The Magic Bottle", for a man in your condition.
Phoenix:
("The Magic Bottle"...? I hope it doesn't have a child-proof cap on it...)
Bikini:
She was a wonderful author and illustrator... That's all! I swear!
Leads back to:
"To be honest..."
Phoenix:
Ms. Deauxnim had this charm with her at all times.
Bikini:
Kaaargh! Where did you...!?
Phoenix:
This isn't some cheap good luck charm, either.
Bikini:
Th-Then... What do you think it is, Mr. Wright? Wh-What could a talisman like that possibly mean?
Phoenix:
It's a "talisman", is it? Interesting...
Bikini:
Oops!
Phoenix:
This thing speaks volumes about who Ms. Deauxnim really was. This talisman and one other item unequivocally prove Ms. Deauxnim's true identity!
Present Hanging Scroll
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The painting is obscured by this gravy stain at the moment..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well!?
Bikini:
You really ought to think about buying one of the charms we sell here, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Bikini:
Otherwise... You just might find yourself jumped on by a little old lady on a dark mountain path!
Phoenix:
(What am I doing!? The piece of evidence I need to show Bikini is obvious!)
Bikini:
That's... That's just a plain old good luck charm. So please, just give it back!
Phoenix:
Oh, no! I don't think so!
Leads back to:
"This thing speaks volumes about who Ms. Deauxnim really was."
Phoenix:
The painting is obscured by this gravy stain at the moment...
Bikini:
...!
Phoenix:
But this scroll shows the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique. The crest at the top is a sign of that honorable title. The very same crest that adorns the talisman the victim carried with her!
Bikini:
Aaaah!
Phoenix:
This crest is reserved for the Master of Kurain.
Bikini:
Who on Earth told you that nonsense!? I-I've got no idea what you're talking about!
Phoenix:
The new Master, Maya Fey, told me!
Bikini:
Wh... WHAT!? Y-You mean that acolyte... is Misty Fey's...
Phoenix:
Daughter? Yes.
Bikini:
... Are you sure?
Phoenix:
Yes. In fact, since her first daughter passed away, Maya is Misty Fey's sole successor.
Bikini:
... ...M... Mystic Mistyyyyyyy!
5 LOCKS BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
Elise Deauxnim (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Bikini:
Mystic Elise graced us with her presence about a week ago. When she showed me the talisman with that mark on it... Well! I nearly fainted! No one had seen her in 17 years. That's when she disappeared.
von Karma:
What is the significance of this talisman, Sister?
Bikini:
The Kurain Talisman? It's the symbol of the Master of Kurain. The bearer must carry it with them always until their death.
von Karma:
Until their death...?
Phoenix:
So Elise Deauxnim was really Maya's mother, huh...
Bikini:
... She was Misty Fey, the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Phoenix:
(...The truth comes out at last. It looks like we're making some headway here...)
von Karma:
Tell me, Sister... After 17 years, why did she choose to show herself now...?
Bikini:
Because something happened that called her out of hiding.
Phoenix:
...W-What happened?
Bikini:
Well...
After clearing "Elise Deauxnim" Talk option: 
Bikini:
...
von Karma:
Wh-What's happening?
Phoenix:
(I-It can't be...)
Bikini:
E-Earthquake!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaargh!
Bikini:
Oh my goodness! The Inner Temple! This kind of tremor might...
von Karma:
The Inner Temple?
Bikini:
The Sacred Cavern in the Training Hall! It might very well cave in!
Phoenix:
WH-WHAT!? MAYA!!!
von Karma:
It... It seems to have... passed...
Phoenix:
Well, we can't just stand here and do nothing! Let's go!
von Karma:
What? Where?
Phoenix:
To the Inner Temple, of course! Where else!?
von Karma:
...!
Phoenix:
Sister Bikini! We'll finish this later, alright!?
Bikini:
Of course. You run along now! People may have been hurt. I must get some first aid kits ready.
von Karma:
Come on then, Phoenix Wright! They won't bar you from entering as long as I'm with you.
Phoenix:
Th-Thank you... (Right at that moment, I had the worst feeling in my gut. We just had an earthquake... I wonder if he's alright...)
von Karma:
You look worried. ...Are you thinking about Miles Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
... Come on. Let's go!
Main Gate
Phoenix:
(We've gotta hurry to the Inner Temple and...)
Edgeworth:
...Wright!
Phoenix:
Aah! Wh-What are you doing here?
Edgeworth:
Gurgh... H-How could I have...? ...
von Karma:
How do you expect us to understand if you don't speak up!
Phoenix:
Yeooowww! Hey! Why am I the one getting whipped!?
Edgeworth:
Sh-She's gone...
Phoenix:
(N-No...!)
Edgeworth:
The defendant... Iris... She's... gone...
von Karma:
Gone where?
Edgeworth:
She fled... She escaped!
von Karma:
WHAT!?
Phoenix:
So... it was just now... during the...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(It's easy to see Edgeworth's one and only weakness. His fear of earthquakes...)
Edgeworth:
I should've known better than to escort the defendant alone! As soon as the ground started shaking, everything went dark before my eyes and... ...I stupidly passed out!
Phoenix:
That incident... haunts you to this day, doesn't it?
Edgeworth:
... That's no excuse for letting the suspect get away... I can't believe I let it happen. Wright, the Inner Temple area is a dead end, so she only could've escaped to this side.
von Karma:
We haven't seen her.
Edgeworth:
Then we need to get a manhunt underway now, and search Eagle Mountain from top to bottom!
Phoenix:
Wait, Edgeworth. Have you thoroughly checked the Inner Temple yet?
Edgeworth:
Don't be ridiculous! Why would I? The Inner Temple is like an island. There's no way to escape but to cross...
Phoenix:
No, that's not it... Iris isn't the type of person to run away, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
Sister Bikini mentioned something when we were with her. She said that the Sacred Cavern might've caved in because of the quake.
von Karma:
Then you think Iris might've gone to the Inner Temple to check on the situation...?
Phoenix:
Listen, Edgeworth. I'm sure she's at the Inner Temple. A manhunt is not necessary.
Edgeworth:
Wright...
Phoenix:
Let's not waste any more time. We need to get to the Training Hall's Sacred Cavern now!
Edgeworth:
... Alright. Let's go!
February 9
Inner TempleTraining Hall
Phoenix:
(Fortunately, the Sacred Cavern didn't cave in. But... What we found... ...was something none of us would've ever expected.)
5 TRICK LOCKS
Phoenix:
H-How can there be...
von Karma:
...Even more locks...
Phoenix:
(Wh-What is the meaning of this...!?) Iris!
Iris:
...
Phoenix:
(Iris! Please tell me! What the hell is going on!?)
To be continued.
February 9
Inner TempleTraining Hall
Edgeworth:
Wright, is this what Godot was talking about?
Phoenix:
...Yeah. The trick locks.
Edgeworth:
Now then, Iris. Please remove these at once.
Iris:
Umm... Mr. Edgeworth... I'm afraid I can't... It-It's not possible for me...
Edgeworth:
What!?
Phoenix:
(During the earthquake, when the cavern was in danger of caving in, Iris escaped. And I know that there was only one lock when I last came here.)
von Karma:
So you're saying that you can't undo the new locks?
Iris:
...Yes.
Edgeworth:
If only I was stronger...!
Phoenix:
Edgeworth, how are you feeling? You look a little pale in the face.
Edgeworth:
Like you're one to talk with your face all green.
von Karma:
...Miles Edgeworth. Go and get some air. I'll watch over the suspect. You go and get a grip on yourself.
Edgeworth:
Don't be ridiculous! I'm perfectly finngh!
von Karma:
There's no telling what sort of mistakes you could make in your current state. Go and get some rest! That's your only concern now, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...... ... Understood. I'll handle the investigation in the garden... You take care of things here.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth...) He's got so much pride that he's probably off crying in a corner of the garden...
von Karma:
Pride is simply another trap that hinders us in our lives. That said... One must have pride to be effective on the job. At any rate, it seems that this is where we part ways, Phoenix Wright. I'm going to stay here and see if I can't help solve these bothersome puzzles.
Phoenix:
...I see. Well, thanks for your help. Now then... Do you mind if I ask you a few things, Iris?
Iris:
No, not at all...
Examine
Drawers
Phoenix:
It's an antique dresser.
von Karma:
Don't you dare open it, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(Now I know how Maya feels when I tell her not to touch things...)
von Karma:
... What a pity. It's just full of old clothes for the acolytes.
Phoenix:
I thought we weren't opening it!
von Karma:
I'm from the Prosecutor's Office. I can do anything.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, you can do anything... Except stand up to a 9 year old girl.)
Sacred cavern entrance
Phoenix:
Hmm... This door... When I was here earlier, there was only one lock, but now there's five of them.
von Karma:
Those chains... It's almost as if they're guarding something inside that cavern. I've never seen locks quite like these before.
Phoenix:
(I have. I've seen locks and chains just like these before. They look just like the ones that guard a person's secrets during a Psyche-Lock. I wonder if these locks are guarding something, too. Dark secrets in a dark cavern...)
Talk
Escape
Phoenix:
Why did you make a run for it, Iris?
Iris:
I... I'm sorry. I heard the Inner Temple had been severely shaken by the strong earthquake we had. I... I was so worried. I just had to come and see.
von Karma:
In other words, you didn't run away to escape the law. At least we're clear on that.
Iris:
I can't tell you how relieved I was when I saw the Sacred Cavern was alright, but...
von Karma:
But what?
Iris:
Then I saw these chains here. I saw all these extra locks that someone had put on the Sacred Cavern's door, and...
von Karma:
Hmm...
Iris:
Who in the world would've done something like this?
Trick lock
Iris:
These trick locks are a sacred treasure of the Kurain Tradition. There are hundreds of ways to set them. That's why only the person who set the lock can open it.
von Karma:
And you aren't the one who set these locks?
Phoenix:
I don't think it's that simple, Franziska von Karma. When we were here the first time, there was only one lock. But now, somehow, there's five of them...
Iris:
What does that mean?
Phoenix:
It means that someone wanted to secure the place even more... And they wanted to secure it before you got here, Iris. Presumably because they wanted to make sure Maya couldn't get out. This means that Iris can only open one of these locks. The first one.
Iris:
... Yes... That's correct.
von Karma:
What?
Phoenix:
Iris! Try to think, please! Isn't there any way around this?
Iris:
... Well, like I said, there are hundreds of different ways to set these locks. I suppose if I went through every combination with each one, I could remove them. But...
von Karma:
It will take time, won't it?
Iris:
Yes. About a day, if I had to guess.
Phoenix:
(A whole day!?)
von Karma:
Well, that's better than leaving the locks in place. Will you do this for us?
Iris:
Sure. I'll do whatever I can.
Phoenix:
(We've got to wait another day? Hang in there, Maya. You're going to have to call on your inner strength now.)
The night of the crime
Phoenix:
You know what, Iris... There's still one thing I don't quite get.
von Karma:
And what might that be, Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
I think it's obvious. Iris, on the night of the murder, where were you?
Iris:
...?
Phoenix:
Please, Iris! Don't give me that look! You told us that you were in your room at Hazakura Temple at the time of the incident. But you were seen that same evening at the Inner Temple. And then, you were spotted at the scene of the crime in Hazakura Temple, too.
von Karma:
Being spotted at both Hazakura Temple and the Inner Temple; it's as if you were...
Phoenix:
Well, Iris? I think it's about time you told us the truth.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(I knew it. There's something going on here that we don't know about.)
Iris:
...
The night of the crime (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
On the night of the murder, you were spotted in two very different locations: In Hazakura Temple's courtyard, and in the Training Hall at the Inner Temple.
Iris:
...
Phoenix:
And yet you claim that you were in your room the entire time. I'm sorry, Iris, but I don't buy your story. It's time you told me the truth!
Iris:
... I'm sorry, Mr. Wright.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(...Truthfully, there's one other thing that's been bothering me. If I can just break this Psyche-Lock... ...I might be able to answer that question as well.)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this for me, Iris? Yeow!
von Karma:
The locks are far more important at this moment, wouldn't you agree!?
Phoenix:
(She's right... I'm going to have to hold off on asking her about things for now.)
Iris:
I'm sorry, Mr. Wright.
February 9
Inner TempleGarden
Phoenix:
The cops are still combing the place. They look pretty nervous... I'd be nervous, too. It's got to be a tough job. Especially with someone giving you the evil eye the whole time.
Edgeworth:
*mutter, mutter* How could I have done that...?
Phoenix:
(Wow. I can't believe it's still bothering him.) Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Aaaah! ...
Phoenix:
... Hey! Don't you dare run away!
Edgeworth:
...What do you want, Wright?
Phoenix:
What do I want?
Edgeworth:
If you came here to laugh at me, then get on with it. Go on! Laugh away!
Phoenix:
(*sigh* I was ready to hug it out with him, but he's just the same, prideful Edgeworth.) You went back to the Criminal Affairs Department, right? You said you wanted to look into something concerning Iris.
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes... ...And thanks to what I found, I was reminded of something terrible.
Examine
Bottom left area
Phoenix:
A little lantern, a little statue... It's small, but the whole place is incredibly well-kept.
Edgeworth:
There's just one thing that's troubling me. Everything else is covered in snow or frozen over... ...but the ice in this bowl has been broken by someone.
Phoenix:
... Maybe one of the detectives washed their face in it or something?
Edgeworth:
Don't be ridiculous, Wright! No detective would be that careless at a crime scene!
Phoenix:
(He's really angry... I'd better not say it was Gumshoe or his salary's gonna pay...)
Charm
Phoenix:
There's a charm or something poking out from the snow. (It looks pretty old. There's a leather cord tied to it, too.)
Edgeworth:
It belonged to the victim. We're sure of that now. It's going in the evidence room once the investigation is over, so hands off, Wright.
Phoenix:
You don't need to tell me that!
Edgeworth:
Well, our dear friend Larry just tried to steal it when no one was looking.
Phoenix:
(He probably just wanted something to remember his esteemed teacher by...)
Torches
Phoenix:
There are torches of the naked flame variety. I guess you need all the light you can get up here in the mountains.
Edgeworth:
Accordingly to Detective Gumshoe, they were lit on the night of the murder.
Phoenix:
Well, Maya was training up here, so there's nothing strange about that.
Edgeworth:
Except... Apparently, they don't light these torches for training sessions.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
I heard that too much light isn't conducive to spiritual training.
Phoenix:
(Oh... I didn't know that...)
Ground around the stone lantern
Phoenix:
Why's this the only area with no snow?
Edgeworth:
Someone must have cleared it away. What other explanation is there? Of course, I played the "What If?" game as well... But when I asked our trusty bungler, Detective Gumshoe, he said it wasn't him.
Phoenix:
(I suppose Edgeworth has a point... Whoever cleared the snow away must've had a reason to do so. I just can't imagine what that reason could be.)
Stone lantern
Edgeworth:
I suppose you've noticed that Maya's name is written on this lantern.
Phoenix:
It's pretty hard to miss, you know.
Edgeworth:
It's written in Ms. Deauxnim's blood. She was probably forced up against the lantern by the killer. Then with her back against the lantern, she wrote that name with her finger. That's why it's written upside-down.
Phoenix:
You think the victim wrote this herself?
Edgeworth:
Isn't that the obvious conclusion?
Phoenix:
But why would she write Maya's name?
Edgeworth:
... I don't think that's something I want to discuss with you.
Talk
The investigation
Phoenix:
You guys are putting a lot of effort into the investigation of the garden here, huh...
Edgeworth:
There's a high chance this is the actual scene of the crime. That's why.
Phoenix:
You mean because of the writing in blood and the talisman in the snow?
Edgeworth:
Exactly. As you know, those things couldn't have been planted here after the murder.
Phoenix:
But surely... you don't suspect... ...Maya, do you?
Edgeworth:
... We have to treat everyone as a suspect - Maya, as well as Iris. It's our job, Wright.
Earthquakes
Phoenix:
So... I guess you still haven't gotten over your fear of earthquakes...
Edgeworth:
No... Thankfully, my nightmares have stopped. But still, if the ground gives even the slightest tremor, I find myself short of breath.
Phoenix:
(...17 years ago... when we were little school kids at the same elementary school... Edgeworth found himself in the middle of a murder...) It all started with that big quake that hit the courthouse...
Edgeworth:
Yes. I was stuck in the elevator with my father, who was a defense lawyer. We were deprived of oxygen and we passed out. That's when it happened. That single gunshot... shattered my whole life... I lost everything that day... All because of that earthquake. My dreams, my family... and myself.
Phoenix:
... It's been more than 17 years now... And that case was finally resolved 3 years ago, right?
Edgeworth:
You think I don't know that!? I was there! But... It was such a shock. I never imagined I could be so wrong about myself and my life... I'm sorry, Wright... There's nothing else I can say. Not after you chose to become a lawyer for my sake... And not after you saved me...
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... You're stronger than you think, so no more of this self-pity, OK...?)
Iris
Edgeworth:
There was something that bothered me about her from the moment we met. I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before. No... Wait... Not "somewhere"... I felt like I'd seen her in court before.
Phoenix:
So you went back to the Criminal Affairs Department to look for her file?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I checked over every case file I've ever worked on. And I was right. I had seen her face before, six years ago.
Phoenix:
Six years ago...?
Edgeworth:
It was my first appearance in court, and as cases go, it was my worse [sic] nightmare.
Phoenix:
So!? Who is she...?
Edgeworth:
... I'm sorry, Wright. I can't give that information away to a member of the general public.
Phoenix:
What!? Why not? It might be the crucial piece of the puzzle that solves this case.
Edgeworth:
The woman I knew was the daughter of a jewelry store owner. She had nothing to do with Iris and Hazakura Temple. And neither did the case. No, that woman is completely unrelated to this murder.
Phoenix:
Unrelated?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I can say that with complete confidence.
Phoenix:
(You're wrong, Edgeworth! She's totally related to this case! I need to fill Edgeworth in. I need to explain the connection between Iris and the woman Edgeworth knew.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth:
Is that your attorney's badge? Interesting. I never imagined I'd ever see you wearing one of these, Wright.
Phoenix:
It's because of you that I became one, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Not that I have any regrets. I really don't.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(If you're trying to say "thanks", you can start by saying it a bit louder...)
Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Edgeworth:
Another victim we know nothing about. Same as always. I hope you'll tell me if you know something about our mystery woman, Wright.
Phoenix:
(I know that Elise Deauxnim was no ordinary visitor to the temple. But her true identity could be a useful weapon for the defense. And I can't give that away just like that...)
Iris's Hood
Edgeworth:
Iris gave that to you, didn't she?
Phoenix:
Yes, and it really works! It helped my fever go down quicker. I'm sure of it.
Edgeworth:
So you say! But your face is as white as a sheet, and sweat is running down your cheek! Anyway, it seems to me like there's something going on between the two of you.
Phoenix:
... Actually... I don't know exactly why, but there's something about Iris that just tugs at me. I can't figure out whether I feel like I know her, or don't know her at all. It's really weird.
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Larry's Sketch
Edgeworth:
Get that piece of filth out of my face!
Phoenix:
You're still mad, huh, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
... I know a thing or two about Larry Butz, just like you. We both know he likes to act up, but this? Even he couldn't make something like this up. If this is what he drew, then... this is what he saw. As unbelievable as it may seem...
Phoenix:
I know. That's what I think, too.
Edgeworth:
Every time! Every single time I see that guy, he's in it up to his neck!
Phoenix:
(I knew it. Edgeworth's still mad as a hornet at Larry.)
Maya Fey profile
Edgeworth:
I don't know Maya Fey very well. But it seems to me that the girl is always landing herself in trouble.
Phoenix:
It seems to me that you know her better than you think!
Edgeworth:
I do sincerely hope she's going to be alright...
Mia Fey profile
Edgeworth:
One of the biggest names in the world of law, as I'm sure you'll agree. For better or for worse, we were only destined to meet once in the courtroom.
Phoenix:
(I know. I read all about it.)
Edgeworth:
It was the first time for the both of us. Two novices, head to head. I can still remember how downhearted I felt after that trial ended the way it did...
Phoenix:
(I wonder if Mia felt the same way, too.)
Pearl Fey profile
Edgeworth:
It seems Pearl was trapped on this side of the river on the night of the murder.
Phoenix:
Did she tell you anything?
Edgeworth:
Listen, Wright... She's just a kid. I can't force things out of her. You'll have to be the one to find out what she knows.
Godot profile
Edgeworth:
He's something of a legend, I hear.
Phoenix:
Don't say it like you don't know anything about him! Tell me what you know.
Edgeworth:
It's a bit strange, actually. If he really was anything special, I should have heard about him by now. I'm always well-informed about the rookies coming into the Prosecutor's Office, you know.
Phoenix:
Then you mean... ...he isn't anything special?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You should already know the answer to that. Although, there is one other possibility...
Phoenix:
What's that?
Edgeworth:
He could have come into the profession from a different channel.
Phoenix:
What different channel?
Edgeworth:
There's more than one way to become a prosecutor, Wright. Perhaps he started off as a defense attorney, but decided it wasn't for him?
Phoenix:
A defense attorney...? (I didn't even know you could switch sides like that...)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Edgeworth:
I was just with Detective Gumshoe. I treated him to some pasta.
Phoenix:
You owe him that much! After all, it's your fault his salary is so low!
Edgeworth:
H-How's it my fault?
Phoenix:
And look, if you're going to buy the guy lunch, at least get him something decent, OK? Gumshoe practically lives on pasta and noodles already.
Edgeworth:
Well I did order some extra parmesan cheese on top. He was crying tears of joy as he dug into it. It was quite moving.
Phoenix:
(...All you have to do is give the poor guy a raise...)
Bikini profile
Edgeworth:
It's crossed my mind once or twice that her testimony might be a bunch of lies.
Phoenix:
There certainly are a lot of problems with it.
Edgeworth:
The thing is... ...as far as I can tell, she has no reason to deceive us. I believe she did meet the defendant at the Inner Temple, and witnessed the murder, too. The one in the Hazakura Temple courtyard, in any case.
Iris profile
Edgeworth:
Apparently, Iris was taken in by the sisters here at the temple when she was a child. However, we still don't know much about her past, so we're looking into it.
Phoenix:
(This reminds me... Edgeworth went back to the Criminal Affairs Department to look up some stuff on her... I should ask him what he found.)
Laurice Deauxnim profile
Edgeworth:
Apparently he had become something of an apprentice to Elise Deauxnim.
Phoenix:
Yes. Something like that.
Edgeworth:
He did this portrait for me earlier.
Phoenix:
That's great...
Edgeworth:
... Let's just leave it at that about Larry, alright?
Phoenix:
(Looks like someone's still mad at the Butz for his performance in court today.)
Franziska von Karma profile
Edgeworth:
It's been more than a year since I last saw Franziska myself. But it seems that she's been dying to see you again.
Phoenix:
She really said that...?
Edgeworth:
I believe she wants to eat you for breakfast! Or to put it another way, whip you silly. Literally and metaphorically.
Phoenix:
Oh.
Edgeworth:
Go on, let her have her way! It would make for a great anecdote about my trip!
Phoenix:
Forget it, Edgeworth!
Miles Edgeworth profile
Edgeworth:
If you want to know how to run the perfect trial, there's a lot to study and learn.
Phoenix:
Oh, is that what you're studying about right now?
Edgeworth:
I've sat at the prosecutor's bench for trials in five different countries now. The first thing you must do is gain complete mastery of the language. It's quite a task.
Phoenix:
(I'd never get anywhere then! It's taken me a lifetime to sort of master one language!)
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you think about this, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Sorry, Wright... You're a defense attorney, and I'm a prosecutor. It wouldn't be right for us to discuss things so intimately.
Phoenix:
(But you were acting for the defense in the trial today!)
February 9
Inner Temple Gate
Phoenix:
(I'm finally getting to the bottom of this case. I can count on Iris to break those locks, so I should try to gather more clues. From Sister Bikini, Edgeworth, Gumshoe... ...and Pearls...)
Examine
Bridge
Phoenix:
You can see Dusky Bridge from here, and it feels like an unusually long bridge to me. I guess the gorge is too wide to cross with a piece of rope or wire. In other words, no one has crossed it in either direction since the night of the murder. Which means that scene in the Inner Temple's garden couldn't have been set up by someone.
Metal hook
Phoenix:
That's an anchor for one of the wires that used to hold up the bridge. I guess it must have snapped during the fire.
Buddha statues
Phoenix:
Look at all the Buddha statues lined up along this path. Looks like one of the cakes someone left as an offering is missing, though. I guess Gumshoe couldn't resist, the poor guy.
Incinerator
Phoenix:
There's something strange about this incinerator. I'm sure there was snow on it the first time I saw it. That, and the door's open. Someone's been burning something, that's for sure. It's a shame there isn't a trace of what it was left inside.
Yellow gate
Phoenix:
On the other side of that little gate is the garden. Edgeworth is probably still in there, crying softly to himself. I guess we better hug it out and talk about what he's uncovered so far.
Wooden log
Phoenix:
I can't read it very well, but I think that sign says, "Inner Temple" on it. Or maybe it says, "Training Hall". No. Maybe it's not that at all. Maybe it says, "The Bridge of Dawn". ... ...I really should get back to work!
Gate
Phoenix:
Maya has got to be inside the Sacred Cavern. She's just got to be. I hate feeling so useless. It's driving me nuts. But I need to look for clues so that I'm ready when we finally get her out of there.
February 9
Dusky Bridge
Phoenix:
It's weird that there's no one around all of a sudden. It sure gets quiet up here in the mountains when you're all on your own. Speaking of alone... I guess I should go check out the shack just down this path... Maybe I'll find Larry there sulking again.
Examine
Bridge
Phoenix:
That thing looks like it's ready to collapse... At least more than it did before. According to Bikini, Eagle Mountain is very prone to earthquakes. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen, and sure enough, it did. Yup. Edgeworth definitely couldn't live up here!
February 9
Hazakura TempleMain Gate
Phoenix:
I wonder if Sister Bikini has gone back to the Main Hall already. I haven't seen Gumshoe around for a while, either. Maybe they're having a cup of tea together somewhere. I bet Gumshoe is Sister Bikini's type.
Examine
Gate
Phoenix:
This is one impressive gate. It's pretty grand for something that belongs to a branch family of the clan. I bet they make an exorbitant amount of money here. I mean, that whole Special Course thing has got to be good business! ... Ack! Noooo!! I'm starting to think like Maya!
Main Hall
Phoenix:
You can see the Main Hall from here. Sister Bikini should be back by now. We were interrupted earlier by the earthquake. I think I should go pick up our conversation where we left off.
Bell tower
Phoenix:
It's a quaint, little bell tower. I never would've thought that something this horrible was about to happen... ...when Iris rang the lights out bell that night.
Snowmobile
Phoenix:
I wonder what this thing was used for on the night of the murder... There is only one key to this snowmobile, and Iris is the one who had it. So I have to wonder if it was her... ...But she says she never left Hazakura Temple that night.
February 9
Hazakura TempleMain Hall
Phoenix:
Looks like Sister Bikini is not here. She must be sorting things out after the quake. Must be hard on her with her bad back. There are a few things I really need to discuss with her. Guess I'll drop by again later and see if she's around.
February 9
Heavenly Hall
Pearl:
Oh! Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Pearls! What are you doing here?
Pearl:
N-Nothing... What about Mystic Maya!? Is she alright!?
Phoenix:
Um... Well... We don't know yet.
Pearl:
Oh... I see...
Butz:
Hey! What do you think you're doing here, Nick!?
Phoenix:
Larry...
Butz:
This is the losers' shack, where losers get together to lose themselves!
Phoenix:
This is the what...?
Butz:
Hey, we find comfort in each other's failures, OK? You got a problem with that?
Pearl:
Look, Mr. Nick. Mr. Laurice did a picture of me!
Phoenix:
That's, um... great, Pearls.
Butz:
We're going to gather firewood now. We'll be cooking some half-rotten potatoes over a miserable little camp fire. So stay out of our way!
Phoenix:
(I don't believe this... Why can't he try getting fired up over becoming a better man?)
Butz:
No one believes a word I say anymore. Listen to me, Pearl. You don't wanna trust this kind of guy, OK? He'll only let you down!
Pearl:
... Oh, Mystic Maya...
Talk
Laurice's Sketch
Phoenix:
Larry, is there something you want to tell me about this picture?
Butz:
Heh! I've got nothing to say to you, Nick! My life's here now, with Pearl. Two losers cooking potatoes together forevermore!
Phoenix:
(What am I going to do with him...?) Alright then. What do you think about this picture, Pearls?
Pearl:
I... I think it's really well drawn! I can't draw at all, so I think it's really amazing.
Butz:
See! Someone appreciates it! It's tough getting the flames to look like that, you know.
Pearl:
It's supposed to be Sister Iris flying through the air, isn't it? I love it! It's like a dream. A wonderful fantasy.
Butz:
No, no, no! It wasn't a dream! She really flew! I'm telling you, Iris really flew that night.
Pearl:
But Mr. Laurice...
Butz:
*sigh* Not you too... Please don't look at me like that, Pearl... Don't look at me like I'm some kind of nutcase. I beg of you!
Phoenix:
(I guess this picture really is a representation of what Larry thinks he saw...)
Butz:
OK, so I was half asleep when I was here that night. But I was wide awake after the lightning struck! And I saw what I saw! It was exactly like I drew in the picture.
Phoenix:
(And it looks like I don't have any choice but to take this sketch at face value...)
Butz:
Hey! What's with the look of doubt on your face!?
The night of the crime
Phoenix:
Umm, Pearls...
Pearl:
Y-Yes, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
I've been meaning to ask you about the night of the murder...
Pearl:
...!
Phoenix:
Where were you, and what exactly were you doing when it all happened?
Pearl:
I, um... I... I was just... Well... I'm just a kid, you know. I-I'm sure it doesn't really matter wh-what I was doing, d-d-does it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Sorry, Pearls... But yes, it does. On the night of the murder... ...you were supposed to be in Ms. Deauxnim's room, reading a book together. But... Ms. Deauxnim was murdered, and you, Pearls, were at the Inner Temple.
Pearl:
Nngh...
Phoenix:
Just what exactly happened that night, Pearls...?
Pearl:
... I'm really sorry, Mr. Nick...
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Pearl:
I... I've been a bad girl. I know I'll be punished.
Phoenix:
What are you talking about, Pearls?
Pearl:
My spiritual power... It has disappeared.
Phoenix:
(What? Her powers have disappeared...?)
The night of the crime (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Come on, Pearls. You can tell me. What happened to you on the night of the murder? Why were you found taking refuge at the Inner Temple today?
Pearl:
I... I...
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Wow. It must be a really big secret she's hiding.)
Lost powers (appears after "The night of the crime")
Phoenix:
What do you mean your power has disappeared, Pearls?
Pearl:
... It's... It's all over for me. A spirit medium who can't channel spirits is... like a painter who can't paint.
Phoenix:
...
Butz:
Hey! What are you looking at me for!?
Phoenix:
Pearls. Did you try to channel someone's spirit right here at Hazakura Temple? Tried but failed, perhaps?
Pearl:
Ah... Waaaaaaaaah!
Butz:
Way to go, Nick! You made her cry! That's... That was really c-cruel of you... Waaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
(Just as I thought... I'm going to have to break her Psyche-Lock to get the truth out of her...)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, Pearls...?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(...It's no good. She's in no condition to look at anything for me right now.)
After clearing "The night of the crime" Talk option at Heavenly Hall:
February 9
Hazakura TempleMain Hall
Bikini:
Well!? What's the damage!? How is the Sacred Cavern!?
Phoenix:
It looks like it survived. But we have a bigger problem now.
Phoenix:
(I told Sister Bikini all about it... About the five locks that were stopping us from getting inside the Sacred Cavern.)
Bikini:
... But who... who could've done that...? The only people who know how to set those trick locks are those of the Kurain Tradition.
Phoenix:
We have Iris at the Sacred Cavern, trying her best to open them for us right now. Actually, there's something I've been meaning to talk with you about, Sister Bikini.
Bikini:
Oh, yes. We were in the middle of a chat, weren't we?
Phoenix:
Yes. You were telling me how the Master of Kurain disappeared 17 years ago. I want to know why Misty Fey suddenly appeared at this temple.
Bikini:
It was about a week ago when Mystic Elise... No, I mean Mystic Misty, arrived. After she showed me the talisman that proved she was the Master, she said... "Someone is trying to destroy the Kurain Tradition's main family line. I am here to put a stop to them."
Phoenix:
Someone was trying to destroy the main family line?
Bikini:
There is only one heir to the title of "Master" at any time, and it's usually the eldest. That child becomes the new Master of Kurain, and her daughters, the main family. All other mediums become branch family members, with no hope of controlling the clan. That's why nothing has changed throughout the history of the clan... Branch families always have and always will plot to erase those of the main family line.
Phoenix:
...! (Is the power of the Master worth this much bloodshed...?)
Present
Hanging Scroll
Phoenix:
Um, would you mind taking a look at this, Sister Bikini?
Bikini:
Aaaah! Our scroll! Our precious scroll! What on earth have you done to it!?
Phoenix:
No, no! It wasn't me! I swear! (But who did this, and why would anyone want to cover this thing in gravy? More importantly, does this have anything to do with the case...?)
Maya Fey profile
Bikini:
So... This young lady is the new Master...
Phoenix:
That's right. Maya Fey.
Bikini:
Oh dear, oh dear... If I'd known who she was... I would've prepared a feast, not a boring old pot roast and some gravy!
Phoenix:
... Once we get her out, you can give her all the feasts you want.
Bikini:
Of course! You just make sure you get her out, alright? She's the Master! You just have to rescue her!
Pearl Fey profile
Bikini:
Ah... This poor little girl...
Phoenix:
(First I lost Maya, and now Pearls... How much more pain is this case going to cause me!? Urgh... Not to mention this fever is giving me a killer migraine...)
Elise Deauxnim profile
Bikini:
How... How can I ever make up for this...?
Phoenix:
Make up for what?
Bikini:
For allowing harm to come to such an important person!
Phoenix:
(Sister Bikini must feel really responsible for what happened... Ms. Deauxnim was the Master after all...)
Morgan Fey profile
Bikini:
When I think about it, I do kind of feel sorry for Mystic Morgan. It wasn't her fault that her sister was a more powerful spirit medium. Mystic Morgan just couldn't compete with her sister. It must have been really tough on her...
Phoenix:
Even so... That doesn't excuse all the things she did.
Bikini:
... No... Of course not.
?????? profile
Bikini:
Iris had a twin sister... That's really all I know about her. That and the fact that she was taken away from her mother by her jeweler father. I don't have any idea where she is or what she's doing now.
Phoenix:
(I could tell her... But she'd probably have a coronary and a half...)
Main Gate
Talk
Kurain Channeling Technique
Bikini:
You believe in the Technique, don't you Mr. Wright? You know its power is real...
Phoenix:
Yes... I do...
Phoenix:
(It's been three years since I first met Maya. In that time, I've seen her channel the spirits of the dead plenty of times. During the Mask☆DeMasque case, and during Maggey Byrde's trial, too. Thanks to Maya, Mia's always on hand to help me out when I need her the most.)
Bikini:
The Kurain Technique has made a huge difference to the world, you know. I mean, the ability to commune with the dead... That's true psychic power, you know. Members of the Tradition have always been there, behind every important leader. Who wouldn't respect such a tremendous skill?
Phoenix:
I suppose so, but... With all that power and influence, I kind of expected you'd be really rich by now...
Bikini:
Are you saying we're poor, Mr. Wright? Ho ho ho! You're very direct, aren't you? People don't believe in it anymore, you see. All because of one little mistake...
Phoenix:
A mistake? What mistake?
Bikini:
It was 17 years ago. That's when everything came crashing down. All because of that incident.
Phoenix:
("That incident"? Is she talking about what I think she is...?)
Bikini:
I'm sure the records still exist if you're interested. Locked up, of course. It was called the "DL-6 Incident". That's the name of the file.
Phoenix:
The DL-6 Incident, huh?
DL-6 Incident (appears after "Kurain Channeling Technique")
Phoenix:
The DL-6 Incident... ...I know it well. I handled a related case just three years ago.
Bikini:
...! Ah! That's right... So it was you who was the defense attorney on that case...
Phoenix:
(A murder that took place 17 years ago...)
Bikini:
It was the first time in the country's history the police ever used a spirit medium. The idea was to channel the victim's spirit to learn the identity of the murderer.
Phoenix:
(And the medium who performed the channeling was Misty Fey, Maya's mother.)
Bikini:
Through Mystic Misty's channeling, the name of a certain man surfaced. Armed with that as evidence, the investigators were spurred into action...
Phoenix:
But that man... He was found not guilty, wasn't he?
Bikini:
...That's right. He was. And the case remained a mystery... In other words, we failed. It was the first case the world had ever seen the Kurain Tradition openly involved in. It was all over the media. The public, the judiciary, the people of Kurain Village... Everyone judged her. Everyone said Mystic Misty's powers were a sham. And then she just disappeared; vanished, while everyone still thought of her as a fraud.
Phoenix:
But I know the truth! Misty Fey's spirit channeling wasn't a sham at all!
Bikini:
Of course it wasn't... And since you managed to reveal the truth, we're finally making a comeback. The Kurain Tradition is starting to recover at last. But with a new Master wielding the power of the clan...
Phoenix:
(Does she mean Maya!?)
Family feud
Bikini:
The spiritual power of the Kurain Channeling Technique is in the blood.
Phoenix:
(Maya's told me the exact same thing before...)
Maya:
We, the women of the Fey family, have always been spirit mediums. It's because the power to communicate with spirits flows strongly through us.
Phoenix:
(According to Maya, only the women in the family can inherit that power.)
Bikini:
The main family's bloodline stems directly from Mystic Ami. But with each new generation, only one daughter becomes the new Master.
Phoenix:
And the ones who don't become branch families, right?
Bikini:
That's right. And it's always the cause of tragedy.
Phoenix:
... You know, Maya had a sister, too. An older sister named Mia...
Bikini:
Oh yes. I've heard of her.
Phoenix:
What!? You know about Mia!?
Bikini:
Of course. She became a lawyer in the hopes of discovering what happened to her mother.
Phoenix:
(And lost her life as a result...)
Bikini:
Do you know what Mystic Mia is rumored to have said? She said it wasn't only because of her mother that she became a lawyer... She also didn't want to fight with her sister over the leadership of the Tradition.
Phoenix:
Really...!?
Bikini:
Well, she saw what happened to her own mother, Mystic Misty, as she grew up. I guess Mystic Mia got tired of seeing all the rivalry between her mom and her aunt.
Phoenix:
(That's right. Misty Fey had an elder sister, too. And Misty, having superior powers, managed to usurp the Master's seat from her...)
Bikini:
Mystic Misty's sister is Mystic Morgan, as you probably know.
Phoenix:
Morgan? There's a name I know well. It was a year ago now, at Maya's home, Kurain Village. What she did was terrible. It was all so she could make her own daughter the next Master.
Bikini:
I suppose if you know about Mystic Morgan's daughter... ...then you must've already realized that Iris...
Phoenix:
Huh? Iris...? (What's Iris got to do with any of this?)
Bikini:
That Iris is Mystic Morgan's daughter...
Phoenix:
Wh... IRIS IS WHAT!? (Is she kidding me!? Iris is Morgan Fey's daughter!?)
Morgan and Iris (appears after "Family feud")
Phoenix:
Did you just say that Iris is Morgan Fey's daughter?
Bikini:
Oops! I thought you already knew! It sounded like you'd met one of Mystic Morgan's daughters already.
Phoenix:
I-I have. I know her very well.
Bikini:
Oh?
Phoenix:
Yes. Pearls. Pearl Fey. But I always thought she was an only child.
Bikini:
... You jest! That child... She's Mystic Morgan's... ............ I had no idea... ............ ...Mystic Morgan... But she's in prison now, isn't she?
Phoenix:
Yes. Ever since she was found to be a co-conspirator in a murder case last year. It was all done to set Pearls up as the next Master.
Bikini:
I see. So I've been wrong all this time. Mystic Morgan had three daughters, not two.
Phoenix:
Whaaa!? ...Th-Three?
Bikini:
Yes. Iris, her twin sister, and Mystic Pearl.
Phoenix:
WHAT!? Tw-Twin sister?
Bikini:
Oh, didn't you know? It all happened twenty years ago... After the clan leadership was taken from her by her sister, Mystic Morgan's life crumbled. It wasn't many years later that Kurain's reputation hit an all-time low. When Mystic Morgan's husband realized his wife would never become the Master... ...he left her and the village, taking their twin daughters with him.
Phoenix:
How awful...
Bikini:
He was a jeweler, you know. In the end he remarried, and that's when it happened. He decided to give one of his girls up, to be looked after by us here at the temple. That was Iris, you see.
Phoenix:
(It's unbelievable! If Iris has a twin sister... Could it be...?) Um, could you tell me one more thing, Sister Bikini? What was the name of Iris's sister?
Bikini:
............ I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. I just can't remember. All I can recall is that her father was a jeweler.
Phoenix:
(Well, that's a clue, I guess. Hmm... A jeweler...)
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
... Thank you very much. You've helped clear up a lot of details. Pearls had two older sisters, huh...
Bikini:
Yes, that's right... No doubt it was all because of Mystic Morgan's anger towards the main family...
Phoenix:
Anger? What do you mean?
Bikini:
Her twin daughters were taken from her by her jeweler husband. But even that couldn't destroy her dream that a child of hers would one day lead the clan.
Phoenix:
(That's why she had Pearls?)
Bikini:
It seems that the incident here was a result of Mystic Morgan's anger. It was able to break free of the bars that confine her.
Phoenix:
(So Iris has a twin sister... The plot thickens... But this information will be useless unless I can flesh it out a bit. I need to ask more questions, and get some more info!)
February 9
Heavenly Hall
Phoenix:
Hmm... I was expecting Larry and Pearls to be here. I guess they must've gone to collect firewood. I suppose I'll have to check back later.
February 9
Hazakura TempleCourtyard
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............
Phoenix:
(Sounds like someone's happy. What tune is that they're humming...?)
Gumshoe:
♪No motive, no crime. No motive, no crime. Sing it with me - No motive, no crime!♪ ♪...I remember, when we use to search... in the Channeling Room in Kurain...♪ Whoop! I love my job! Who cares if the clues I find are no good? That's not what investigating's all about! The investigator investigates for the love of investigating! It's a passion! ♪Good cases we have, good cases we've lost... Along the way...♪
Phoenix:
(...I would have never guessed that Gumshoe was into reggae.)
Gumshoe:
♪Every case is gonna be air tight... Every case is gonna be air tight...♪ Hey, pal.
Phoenix:
Huh? Who, me?
Gumshoe:
How long have you been there?
Phoenix:
... I just got here.
Gumshoe:
...Oh, OK.
Phoenix:
So what are you up to, Detective?
Gumshoe:
I'm investigating, pal. I made a promise to Mr. Edgeworth. I promised I would find the real murder weapon.
Phoenix:
(The real murder weapon...)
Gumshoe:
That barbed sword thing turned out to be a false lead, right? I'm giving it my best shot here, but I still haven't turned up any clues. I just found these weird scraps of paper. It looks like a letter or something. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the case, though...
Phoenix:
(A letter?)
Talk
The investigation
Phoenix:
So how's the investigation going, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
I don't know if I should be telling you, pal. But I guess it can't hurt. Looks like the murder took place in the Inner Temple garden. And they're taking that bloody writing on the lantern pretty seriously back at HQ.
Phoenix:
What!? You mean...?
Gumshoe:
I don't have the details, pal. All I know is, if you don't find Maya down in that Sacred Cavern... ...we're gonna be faced with one ugly situation.
Phoenix:
What kind of ugly situation are we looking at here...?
Gumshoe:
... You got me! I don't know. They're not my words, pal.
Phoenix:
Then who said it?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Godot.
Phoenix:
Godot!? (What did he mean by that?)
The letter
Phoenix:
About that letter you found...
Gumshoe:
Don't remind me, pal! I'm busting a gut here trying to find the murder weapon... ...and all I find is some burnt up old letter.
Phoenix:
Burnt up old letter?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. It was in that incinerator right outside the Inner Temple.
Phoenix:
The incinerator!? (I knew it! I knew I wasn't imagining it! There was snow on the incinerator when I first saw it. But after the incident, the snow had melted away. Which means someone used the incinerator on the night of the murder.)
Gumshoe:
What's up with you, pal? I've got it right here if you wanna take a look.
Phoenix:
C-Can I...? Do you mind?
Gumshoe:
Sure, go nuts! I don't want it, pal. You can have it. It's all spirit mediums and Masters and stuff. I bet it's got no relation to the case.
Phoenix:
(Spirit mediums!?)
Burnt Letter added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(It's got to be important if it mentions spirit mediums and Masters. I'd better give it a good looking over and some serious thought...)
Gumshoe:
Make sure you chuck it in the trash when you're done. Littering's a crime, pal!
Murder weapon
Phoenix:
So what do you know about the real murder weapon so far?
Gumshoe:
Well it wasn't the Shichishito that was found impaled in the victim's body. Mr. Edgeworth proved that in court today.
Phoenix:
...Yes, that's true.
Gumshoe:
In which case, it must've been another blade.
Phoenix:
And that's what you're running around like a headless chicken looking for now, huh...
Gumshoe:
Yeah. And man, is it tiring work! But let me tell you something, pal... I'm no chicken. We've got the feather of forensics in our cap these days. We're using the department's secret weapon on this!
Phoenix:
Secret weapon...?
Secret weapon (appears after "Murder weapon")
Phoenix:
What's this secret weapon of yours?
Gumshoe:
You wanna know? You've gotta think scientifically, OK?
Phoenix:
Alright.
Gumshoe:
The murder weapon was a sword. Swords are, scientifically speaking, made of metal, right? Any questions so far?
Phoenix:
No. (I know what he's gonna say, but I'll let him look smart.)
Gumshoe:
So what's the perfect tool for the job!? Ta-da! A metal detector!
Phoenix:
(Raise your hand if you didn't see this coming from a mile away...)
Gumshoe:
Well? You wanna give scientific investigation a go?
Phoenix:
Huh? M-Me?
Gumshoe:
I've been using this thing for hours now. It gets pretty boring after a while. Why don't you give it a try?
Phoenix:
(I don't know... Should I help Detective Gumshoe out, or not?)
Play forensics expert
Leads to:
"Come on, pal. It's good fun, I'm telling you."
Save it for later
Gumshoe:
Come on, pal. It's good fun, I'm telling you.
Phoenix:
No. I, um... I've actually gotta be someplace...
Gumshoe:
Oh, really? That's too bad. I'll just take a break by myself for a while, then. I'm gonna get you to do this somehow, pal! You'll see!
Phoenix:
(I thought you liked doing field work! Isn't that what you were just singing about!?)
Present
Hanging Scroll
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this scroll, Detective?
Gumshoe:
... Well, I know it smells great! Yeah, this is just the kind of weather for some steaming mashed potatoes and gravy. Oh! And weenies! Mashed potatoes with gravy and weenies! Potatoes and weenies are the two greatest foods invented by man. A dream combination! Although, I can't afford to try them together yet. It's an unfulfilled dream...
Phoenix:
Um... I was hoping you'd have more to say about the scroll and less about the gravy...
Gumshoe:
Oh, sorry. Nah, I can't tell you much about that scroll, pal.
Phoenix:
(...Why do I bother anymore?)
Photo of Elise or Elise Deauxnim profile
Gumshoe:
She sure was a mysterious person. Her real name, her past... It's all a complete mystery.
Phoenix:
(Not quite. She was Maya's mother. But Gumshoe doesn't know that yet...)
Gumshoe:
Just like every other case, huh? Always a mystery!
Victim's Staff
Gumshoe:
That staff belonged to the victim.
Phoenix:
Yeah, and apart from the crystal missing from the top, there's nothing wrong with it.
Gumshoe:
Oh, I just remembered something important! This is just between us, OK?
Phoenix:
O-OK... What is it?
Gumshoe:
I've never told anyone this before... It's a secret. I... I actually wanted to be a wizard when I was a kid.
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
...
Phoenix:
Is that it?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's it.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... How did the crystal sphere get separated from the staff? And what was it doing near the foot of Dusky Bridge...?)
Larry's Sketch
Gumshoe:
It was like a circus today in court. All thanks to this little sketch. You want my advice? You should ignore it, pal.
Phoenix:
Look, I know Larry's a bit out there. But he wouldn't just draw something like this as a joke.
Gumshoe:
Then I guess I should start getting hyped for tomorrow's trial.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Seeing you trying to explain that thing... I wouldn't miss it for the world, pal!
Phoenix:
... (Maybe he's right. Maybe I should just ignore this useless piece of graffiti.)
Crystal Sphere
Phoenix:
This was found close to Dusky Bridge, wasn't it?
Gumshoe:
That's what that artist guy said, yeah. Right after the defendant flew over the burning bridge! According to his testimony, she dropped it when she landed on the other side.
Phoenix:
(But this crystal didn't belong to Iris.)
Gumshoe:
There are traces of blood on it too, you know, pal.
Phoenix:
(The real question is what was it doing near the foot of Dusky Bridge...?)
Pearl Fey profile
Gumshoe:
The girl was trapped over at the Inner Temple since the night of the murder.
Phoenix:
Did she say anything to you about Maya? She wouldn't tell me...
Gumshoe:
She's not gonna tell me something if she wouldn't even speak to you, pal. She was real upset. She wouldn't stop crying.
Godot profile
Gumshoe:
That guy's got more mysteries than a Choose Your Own Escapade book, pal.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know. Trust me.
Gumshoe:
I can't believe he skipped the trial like that, without even getting permission. He'd have been fired for sure if he worked for a normal company.
Phoenix:
Do you know where he is now?
Gumshoe:
Nah. But I bet he's walking around somewhere with a mug of coffee in one hand.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I should've figured... It looks like Gumshoe doesn't know about Godot's physical condition...)
Godot:
Of course, being extradited from Hell is a tedious affair. The meticulous regeneration and adjustment of all your internal organs is... Well... Let's just say modern medicine allows us all to live to a ripe old age. Even someone like me.
Phoenix:
(He had a good reason for missing the trial. So why didn't he tell anyone about it?)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
Hey, you wanna hear something, pal? Come on, I know you do! Maggey says she's gonna buy me a new coat!
Phoenix:
Really? That's great!
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I think it's to say thanks for helping her out during that last case! Which means... I can finally chuck out this stinky, sweat-soaked rag!
Bikini profile
Gumshoe:
She's a sweet old lady. She doesn't look like the lying type to me.
Phoenix:
But there was a problem with her testimony, wasn't there?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but I don't think it was her fault. She was just trying to say the right thing, and it came out wrong, that's all. I know what it's like. Happens to me all the time!
Iris profile
Gumshoe:
I dunno. I'm not so sure anymore. The clues we found today have turned this case all topsy-turvy. I can't see how Iris could've done it now.
Phoenix:
What clues are you talking about?
Gumshoe:
I dunno if I should be telling you, pal. But I guess I can let you in on it. The fact that the Inner Temple Garden was the crime scene. And... that bloody writing. However you look at it, Maya Fey's the only person who... ... Hey! Quit giving me that evil stare, would you? You look just like Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
It wasn't Maya! There is no way it could've been her!
Gumshoe:
I knew I shouldn't have said anything.
Franziska von Karma profile
Gumshoe:
Hey, speaking of Ms. von Karma, what's she up to...?
Phoenix:
She's keeping an eye on Iris at the Inner Temple.
Gumshoe:
Oh, really!? Phew! I can relax at last; now that you've lost her.
Phoenix:
She has a real thing for hitting you with that whip of hers, huh?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but I'm kinda getting used to it... which scares me a lot. Oh! So this one time, she forgot her whip at home or something...
Phoenix:
And...? Tell me you were able to have a violence-free day.
Gumshoe:
Nah. She slapped me instead. I prefer the whip. Getting slapped all day makes you look like such a loser.
Phoenix:
(And being whipped doesn't?)
Miles Edgeworth profile
Gumshoe:
I haven't seen Mr. Edgeworth for about a year. Talk about a long time!
Phoenix:
Do you know why he moved overseas?
Gumshoe:
I don't know. Probably to look cool.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
There's a lot of weight attached to doing research overseas, you know. Once I've done my stint in Paris, you'll have to call me Monsieur Gumchaussure.
Phoenix:
... (People really don't get Edgeworth, do they?)
Morgan Fey profile
Gumshoe:
I've seen this lady someplace before. ............ Isn't she that jaw-droppingly large strawberry desert woman? Oh, yeah! She's Pearl Fey's mother, right?
Phoenix:
That's right.
Gumshoe:
She was involved in that incident in Kurain Village last year, wasn't she? ... Hey! She was the one who did it!
Phoenix:
(Why doesn't he think his whole thought through BEFORE opening his mouth!?)
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that was one ugly case, huh, pal?
Phoenix:
("Was"? I don't know... The more we look at this case, the more I feel like that one never ended...)
Gumshoe:
She's locked up safe in solitary confinement at the detention center, though... At least we can rule her out of this case!
Anything else
Phoenix:
What about this, Detective Gumshoe? Any thoughts?
Gumshoe:
Yeah... Well... It's pretty chilly today, huh? My brain doesn't work properly in the cold.
Phoenix:
Perhaps we'll just have to wait until Summer when it's warmer?
Gumshoe:
Oh, no. My brain doesn't work properly in the heat. I'm kinda weak in the head.
Phoenix:
(There are some things you're better off not advertising, Gumshoe...)
Gumshoe:
Come on, pal. It's good fun, I'm telling you.
Phoenix:
Alright, then... I guess I'll give it a go...
Gumshoe:
Like I said, this is the department's most advanced gadget. The absolute best! It's so sensitive, you could make it cry! It's so hi-tech, you could sky dive off it!
Phoenix:
Oh, bother.
Gumshoe:
So, now I'm gonna tell you how to use it. It's possible the real murder weapon is around here somewhere, right?
Phoenix:
Sure. That's what we're trying to find out.
Gumshoe:
Right. So first, let's turn the detector on. That's the sound of the metal detector's signal bouncing off of something metallic. Next, touch the detector and take a real good look around this courtyard with it, pal. Once you've hit something metallic, the CHECK gauge will flash. And when that happens, touch the gauge to really give the area a good, hard stare. This thing picks up metallic objects that are hidden from sight, too... Take a good look at anything and everything that seems suspicious, OK pal!?
Metal detector
Top right corner
Phoenix:
(Is there something up on the eaves?)
Gumshoe:
I can't tell from here, pal. ...Meh, just forget about it.
Phoenix:
But it's right under Elise Deauxnim's window! And it's the perfect spot for hiding something long and thin like a sword!
Gumshoe:
... I'll go take a look. Ah, it was nothing, thank goodness. Someone just dropped a spoon.
Phoenix:
Why are you so happy about that...?
Gumshoe:
Well, imagine if the murder weapon had turned up there... It'd make me look pretty dumb, huh?
Phoenix:
(...At least he recognizes that much.)
Skis
Phoenix:
It's just a pair of skis. Nothing useful for our case here.
Gumshoe:
I'm actually pretty good on skis you know, pal. I just love to fly down the slopes with my coat fluttering in the wind!
Phoenix:
Really? I had no idea. How good are you, then?
Gumshoe:
Well... I'm better on skis than I am on skates. But not as good as when I'm on a snowboard.
Phoenix:
(That's a pretty detailed answer.)
Gumshoe:
Oh! But you know what I'm best at? Making mashed potatoes and gravy.
Phoenix:
... (The guy's losing it. Must be the altitude. We'd better get back to the investigation...)
Sled
Phoenix:
That's odd. This sled's made of plastic...
Gumshoe:
It says, "Bikini #1" on the side...
Phoenix:
(Maybe there's something under it...) Hey, what's this? A-A badge...?
Gumshoe:
Ah-haaaaaa! I've been hunting high and low for that!
Phoenix:
I-It's yours, Detective?
Gumshoe:
That thing's priceless to a guy like me, pal. A cop can't be a cop without his badge! I'm sure glad I put that dime in there now.
Phoenix:
How did you manage to drop your badge here, of all places!?
Gumshoe:
I know! I bet it happened this morning. I was playing around with the sled and...
Phoenix:
Stop right there. I don't need to hear any more.
Stepladder
Gumshoe:
Look, a ladder!
Phoenix:
That's a "step"-ladder.
Gumshoe:
What's the difference? Looks like a normal ladder to me, pal.
Phoenix:
(Surely everyone knows the difference... I mean, they're pretty ordinary objects...)
Gumshoe:
I've met plenty of guys like you, always picking on the smallest details. The vegetable store guy near my place does it all the time. He even corrects me when I ask for a head of lettuce. "That's a cabbage," he says. I'm telling you, they're the exact same thing!
Phoenix:
No they're not! They're completely different!
Gumshoe:
You have to plant both of them firmly in the ground before they can grow, don't you? Listen. You gotta take a step back and look at the bigger picture sometimes. Otherwise you could miss a really important clue. That's advice from a pro, pal!
Phoenix:
(...The last person I need advice from is this guy in front of me.)
Snow on the left side of the sled
Phoenix:
This must be an old pan handle or something.
Gumshoe:
H-How do you know that!?
Phoenix:
Huh, what?
Gumshoe:
That was my nickname in junior high.
Phoenix:
What, "pan handle"?
Gumshoe:
I didn't have much money back then, pal. I used to bum stuff off the other kids sometimes, so they called me "Panhandler".
Phoenix:
... "Panhandler", huh? I can see that.
Gumshoe:
Thinking back, it's actually kind of a nice memory now.
Snow near the one above
Phoenix:
This looks like... a wallet?
Gumshoe:
Ah-haaaa! That's where it's been!
Phoenix:
Is it yours, Detective?
Gumshoe:
I'm always dropping it, so I put a bell on it.
Phoenix:
But you still dropped it anyway...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but now I found it again, pal.
Phoenix:
...Your wallet is completely empty.
Gumshoe:
Well, I drop it all the time, so I don't put money in it anymore.
Phoenix:
... Then how come the metal detector picked it up...?
Gumshoe:
Must be because of the bell, I guess.
Snow below Ami Fey statue
Phoenix:
Hey, I found a dollar coin.
Gumshoe:
Huh? M-Money!? If you find money, you have to turn it in to the police. Or a detective. If the owner doesn't come forward within six months, you get to keep 10 percent! The other ninety percent goes to m... I mean, to the Police Department.
Phoenix:
D-Don't get so close to me, Detective. Give me some space, will you!? Here's the coin. Happy?
Gumshoe:
... I definitely made the right decision becoming a detective.
Phoenix:
(Yikes... Talk about a serious case of denial...)
Snow beside the one above
Phoenix:
What's this...? A pen?
Gumshoe:
Hey! I've been looking all over for that, pal!
Phoenix:
Huh? It's yours?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. My old man gave it to me when I qualified as a detective. He told me it'd be good for sticking in suspects' faces.
Phoenix:
That makes you detectives sound really nasty.
Gumshoe:
It's my dream to stick it in your face one day, Wright!
Phoenix:
(Then don't go losing it!)
Ami Fey statue
Gumshoe:
That Shichishito next to the golden statue wasn't the real murder weapon, pal.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know. I just thought I'd check it again anyway.
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah! That reminds me! Do you know about that sword? It's supposed to represent the multiple branches that life can take, all ending as one.
Phoenix:
Yes. I heard something about that.
Gumshoe:
You know what I think about sometimes? What kind of life I'd be leading had I not joined the Homicide Division.
Phoenix:
You think about that kind of stuff, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Of course I do. I think about it a lot. Me as a traffic cop. Me as a detention officer. Me as the Blue Badger...
Phoenix:
(...There's something to be said about the humor value of Gumshoe as the Blue Badger.)
Snow near the front lantern's fences
Phoenix:
(Looks like there's something round buried in the ground here...)
Gumshoe:
Don't touch that, pal!
Phoenix:
Huh? What is it?
Gumshoe:
It's a trap! People set them out to catch us detectives. They're real nasty.
Phoenix:
A trap... for detectives? You mean like those fierce traps with sharp teeth that are supposed to snag your leg?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! Those! I got my finger caught in one of those once.
Phoenix:
Y-Your finger?
Gumshoe:
There was this bit of cheese, and it looked so tasty. I reached out, and then... bam!
Phoenix:
(...I'm not sure I know how to respond to a story as stupidly pitiful as that.)
Staff
Phoenix:
This is Ms. Deauxnim's staff, isn't it?
Gumshoe:
Scientifically speaking, they're usually made of wood.
Phoenix:
But the detector is reacting to it.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but however you look at it, the thing's made of wood, alright? I don't bother investigating anything unless it looks like it might be metallic.
Phoenix:
(Isn't the whole point of a metal detector to find metal where you can't see it?)
Gumshoe:
It's weird that this thing is causing a racket...
Phoenix:
Here, let me take a look at it.
Gumshoe:
Hey! Hands off! Examining evidence is a job for the...
*crack*
Phoenix:
Ack! The top is coming off!
Gumshoe:
Look what you've done! You've damaged a really important piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaah!
Gumshoe:
Th-That's a...
Phoenix:
A... A sword...
Gumshoe:
Inside the staff...
Phoenix:
Is this... Could it be...
Gumshoe:
...The murder weapon!?
Anywhere else
Phoenix:
Hmm... It doesn't look like there's anything here.
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! You've gotta watch the CHECK gauge and wait for it to flash, OK!?
Phoenix:
(Alright, already... I'm not exactly a wiz at machinery, you know...)
Talk
Murder weapon (after using metal detector on staff)
Phoenix:
I'd never have guessed there'd be a sword concealed in the victim's staff.
Gumshoe:
They call this kind of thing a sword-cane, pal. This one's a real gem... The workmanship is really something else! Thank goodness it wasn't a cane-sword, or else the victim would've stabbed her own foot!
Phoenix:
(...I officially give up on trying to figure out how Gumshoe's mind works. If the real scene of the crime was the Inner Temple Garden... Then why was the sword used to kill the victim found in the Main Hall Courtyard?) Hey, Gumshoe... Who knows about the hidden sword?
Gumshoe:
No one. Even the police didn't know about this until I discovered it just now.
Phoenix:
(Well, as they say, there's no "Team" in "Gumshoe".) It doesn't look like there are any traces of blood on it.
Gumshoe:
... Then I guess this isn't the murder weapon, huh?
Phoenix:
No, no, no! I'm sure someone just wiped it off after the murder!
Gumshoe:
... Yeah, of course! This thing's definitely the murder weapon! Great job, pal!
Phoenix:
(It's about the same length as the Shichishito, too. This must be the murder weapon!)
After using metal detector on staff and clearing "Murder weapon" Talk option:
Gumshoe:
OK, I'm gonna run over to forensics. There's gotta be some traces of blood left, even if most of it has been wiped off. See you later, pal! ♪Every case is gonna be air tight... Every case is gonna be air tight...♪
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait up, Detective!
Gumshoe:
Huh? What is it, pal? I'm a pretty busy guy right now, you know.
Phoenix:
You're going to get that staff analyzed, right? Would you mind holding off for just a while?
Gumshoe:
Huh? What are you talking about, pal!?
Phoenix:
Please! Just until we find Maya...
Gumshoe:
Maya? What's this got to do with her?
Phoenix:
I don't know, but I'm starting to get a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Gumshoe:
Oh? How so?
Phoenix:
Look, Maya's trapped inside the Sacred Cavern right now and... Well, we don't even know if she's OK or not... The more evidence and testimony I hear, the more uneasy I feel.
Gumshoe:
Y-You don't think...? Maya's been murd--
Phoenix:
Please, Detective! Let's just wait until we can get inside the Sacred Cavern.
Gumshoe:
You're... looking kinda viridian there...
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
OK, OK. Just stop it with that face, pal. One thing, though... This staff's secret trick... Let's keep it between you and me, alright? If it gets out that we knew about it and didn't say anything, we're finished.
Phoenix:
...I understand.
Gumshoe:
This is just a regular, run-of-the-mill staff, you got it? ...OK, now you take good care of it, pal.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Detective.
Gumshoe:
... Don't worry... She'll be fine.
Phoenix:
Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
You know, there's a place at the base of this mountain that has some really good pasta. How about I take you there when you find Maya, huh, pal?
Phoenix:
Sure... Thanks...
Victim's Staff received from Detective Gumshoe for safe-keeping.
Phoenix:
(I can't help but wonder, though... What was Elise Deauxnim doing with a staff like this in the first place...?)
Present
Victim's Staff
Gumshoe:
I still can't believe it, pal! I'd never have guessed there was a sword in that thing. Sure, there isn't any blood left on it, but... ...there's a good chance this is the murder weapon, pal!
Phoenix:
But this is Ms. Deauxnim's staff, right? That would mean she was killed with her own weapon.
Gumshoe:
... I guess so.
Phoenix:
And there's something else that's bothering me, too.
Gumshoe:
Oh? What's that, pal?
Phoenix:
Ms. Deauxnim was an author and an illustrator, right? So what was she doing carrying a sword around with her?
Gumshoe:
... That's a good question. And there's gotta be a good answer to it, I guess. Good luck finding it, pal!
Phoenix:
(...I'm beginning to see why he receives the salary he does.)
Garden
Present
?????? profile
Phoenix:
Hey, Edgeworth... Did you know that Iris had a twin sister...?
Edgeworth:
WHAT!? A-A twin...? You can't be serious!
Phoenix:
Sister Bikini told me. But... The problem is, she didn't know the name of this twin.
Edgeworth:
There was nothing about Iris having a sister in the files I checked.
Phoenix:
Well, Iris was taken in by the temple when she was really young. Apparently her sister was raised by her father. A jeweler, I think.
Edgeworth:
A jeweler!? ... Wright, I... I might just know who this twin sister of hers is.
Phoenix:
I had a feeling you'd say that. Let me guess... Her name is Dahlia Hawthorne, right?
Edgeworth:
... Yes, exactly.
Phoenix:
Please tell me what you know about her, Edgeworth... Please.
Talk
Dahlia Hawthorne (after presenting ?????? profile)
Edgeworth:
It was my first court case, six years ago. I was a greenhorn, and due to my inexperience, the defendant died.
Phoenix:
You're talking about Terry Fawles, right?
Edgeworth:
...! Y-You know about that case...!?
Phoenix:
You're not the only one who noticed something about Iris and Dahlia Hawthorne. I checked one of Mia's old files from six years ago.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Dahlia was a key witness in that case. Dahlia and Terry Fawles conspired together to stage a fake kidnapping 11 years ago. They stole a jewel worth 2 million dollars from Dahlia's father, a jeweler. And five years after that... ...she murdered her own sister, Valerie Hawthorne, to keep her from talking.
Phoenix:
Her sister?
Edgeworth:
Well, her stepsister, actually. They weren't blood-related. Valerie was the only daughter of Dahlia's father's second wife.
Phoenix:
Oh... (And this is when she entered my life... The woman who tried to kill me.) So after Terry Fawles died, what happened to Dahlia? Did you check that out?
Edgeworth:
... There is no need. Like I said, Dahlia isn't connected with this case.
Phoenix:
Why are you so sure about that?
Edgeworth:
It's simple. Dahlia Hawthorne is dead.
Phoenix:
What?
Edgeworth:
Well, her metabolic processes are a matter of interest only to historians, so to speak.
Dahlia's death (appears after "Dahlia Hawthorne")
Phoenix:
What do you mean by, "Dahlia Hawthorne is dead", Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
... I only just discovered this, Wright, but... I never knew about the murder case you were involved in during your college years.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
Dahlia Hawthorne was found guilty... ...thanks to the persistence of Mia Fey.
Dahlia:
... ...Grr... Nngghh... Hnnn... MIA FEY...! MIA... FEYYYY...!!
Phoenix:
(At the time... Dahlia... It's like she was possessed by a demon or something...)
Edgeworth:
It's been six years since that guilty verdict was handed down... ...and her sentence was finally carried out. She was executed... last month.
Phoenix:
E-Executed?
Edgeworth:
I'm sure that's a bit of a shock for you, Wright. And for more reasons than one. But do you understand now? She can't possibly be connected with this case. She's dead, and once someone is dead, there is no way to revive them.
Phoenix:
... (There's no way to revive the dead...? Hmm... I wonder...)
After clearing "Dahlia's death" Talk option:
Phoenix:
It seems you're not aware of one other connection yet, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
And what is that?
Phoenix:
It's about Iris and Dahlia Hawthorne's mother.
Edgeworth:
What's their mother got to do with any of this?
Phoenix:
She's Morgan Fey. A spirit medium from a branch family of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Edgeworth:
... Did you say, "Kurain Channeling Technique"...?
Phoenix:
D-Do you know something about it?
Edgeworth:
Oh, yes. I know it's connected with that fraudulent spirit medium!
Phoenix:
(Fraudulent...?)
Edgeworth:
I was involved in another nightmare, 17 years ago. I was caught up in the middle of a murder investigation. The police didn't have any leads. They were stumped... And that's when they called her in. She was a very famous spirit medium and the "Master" of her channeling school. But you know what happened? As a result of her efforts, an innocent man was accused of murder! She and her powers! They were all fraudulent!
Phoenix:
...Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Go to the Police Records Room. It's all in there. All you have to do is check the DL-6 Incident case file and you'll know!
Phoenix:
(Of course... How could I forget... Edgeworth was the victim in that case.) Edgeworth... You'll understand someday... And then, you'll see that the Kurain Channeling Technique is real...
Training Hall
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Night of the Crime --
Phoenix:
I think it's time you told the truth about what you were doing on that night.
Iris:
...
Phoenix:
You said you were in your room at Hazakura Temple the entire time. Do you still claim that to be the truth?
Iris:
Yes... That's where I was.
Phoenix:
Iris... I believe you're innocent. That's why I want to believe what you're telling me, too. But I can't. Because this person saw you somewhere else on the night of the murder!
Present Bikini profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I'm talking about Sister Bikini, of course."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Iris!? I trust you, so you need to trust me.
Iris:
But, Mr. Wright... I can't.
Phoenix:
Why not?
Iris:
I can't trust such random nonsense! It doesn't make any sense.
Phoenix:
(Oops. Looks like I screwed up there...)
Leads back to:
"Iris... I believe you're innocent."
Phoenix:
I'm talking about Sister Bikini, of course.
Iris:
Sister Bikini...
Phoenix:
Her testimony in court today was very clear.
Bikini:
That night I was helping an acolyte with her training in the Inner Temple. But... Well, as you can see, my back likes to act up. Violently. So, I left Iris to help the acolyte, and returned to Hazakura Temple.
Phoenix:
Sister Bikini didn't just see you, she spoke with you. You two talked about Maya's training that night. So you see, Iris... ...you were there at the Inner Temple on the night of the murder!
Iris:
That's... very impressive, Mr. Wright.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Iris:
The acolyte's actual training was due to start after 10 o'clock that night. I left the Main Hall early, so I wouldn't be late.
Phoenix:
What time was that?
Iris:
Let me see... It takes about 20 minutes to walk between the Main Hall and the Inner Temple. So, I would've left at about 9:40 PM, I think.
Phoenix:
... I'm sorry, Iris, but lying just doesn't suit you.
Iris:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Now, you say you left the Main Hall at 9:40 PM, but what you say doesn't add up with this!
Present Iris's Hood or Iris's Testimony
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You yourself testified to the contrary, don't you remember?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Iris:
I'm sorry, Mr. Wright... But mistakes just don't suit you.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Iris:
I had hoped you would get at least this much correct. I hate seeing you mess up and getting all disappointed.
Phoenix:
(Nngh... I didn't know she could be so harsh...)
Phoenix:
Iris, what are you trying to hide...?
Iris:
...!
Phoenix:
The more you lie about it, the more I know it's got to be something really important.
Leads back to:
"Now, you say you left the Main Hall at 9:40 PM, but what you say doesn't add up with this!"
Phoenix:
You yourself testified to the contrary, don't you remember? You said you rang the lights out bell at 10 o'clock that night.
Iris:
Ah!
Phoenix:
Plus, only moments before you rang that bell... ...you were seen at the Main Hall by the most reliable witness I have.
Iris:
Who's that?
Phoenix:
Me.
Iris:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
We even spoke a little that evening. That's when you gave me this. Surely you haven't forgotten?
Iris:
... N-No... That's right. I remember...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
And that brings us to another puzzling fact, Iris. At 10 o'clock on the night of the murder... ...you were seen in two different places at the same time!
Iris:
...
Phoenix:
It's time you told me exactly what's been going on, Iris.
Phoenix:
So far, I've managed to prove two things. First, on the night of the incident, you were at the Inner Temple. And second, at the exact same time, you were ringing the bell at Hazakura Temple! There's only one possible explanation for this apparent impossibility!
You were at Hazakura Temple.
Phoenix:
There is only one of you, Iris. You couldn't possibly have been in two places at once. That being the case, you were probably really at...
Iris:
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes? What is it?
Iris:
That's what I wanted to ask you. What was that "probably" you just came out with?
Phoenix:
I, umm... Well... The problem is, you spoke to witnesses at both the Main Hall and the Inner Temple. It's kind of hard to disprove either sighting, but...
Iris:
That's no position for a lawyer to find himself in, is it?
Phoenix:
N-No... (She got me there!)
Iris:
It seems to me like there just isn't a solution to this puzzle. It's probably best if you just forget the whole thing, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
... I'm sorry, Iris, but I can't do that.
Leads back to:
"So far, I've managed to prove two things."
You were at the Inner Temple.
Phoenix:
There is only one of you, Iris. You couldn't possibly have been in two places at once. That being the case, you were probably really at...
Iris:
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes? What is it?
Iris:
That's what I wanted to ask you. What was that "probably" you just came out with?
Phoenix:
I, umm... Well... The problem is, you spoke to witnesses at both the Main Hall and the Inner Temple. It's kind of hard to disprove either sighting, but...
Iris:
That's no position for a lawyer to find himself in, is it?
Phoenix:
N-No... (She got me there!)
Iris:
It seems to me like there just isn't a solution to this puzzle. It's probably best if you just forget the whole thing, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
... I'm sorry, Iris, but I can't do that.
Leads back to:
"So far, I've managed to prove two things."
There were two of you.
Leads to:
"On the night of the incident, you were seen in two different places at the same time."
Phoenix:
On the night of the incident, you were seen in two different places at the same time. Which means, there must have been two of you. I can't think of any other explanation, Iris.
Iris:
B-But that's crazy! How could that be!? There's only one of me! It's impossible!
Phoenix:
Impossible? I wonder... The way you're trembling certainly seems to suggest otherwise.
Iris:
*gulp* You're seriously trying to suggest there's more than one of me? Then show me the evidence! Show me something that proves there is more than one of me!
Present Dahlia Hawthorne profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I have a firm grasp of the situation now, Iris."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Iris:
... Err, Mr. Wright... When you said there was "another me"... ...I was kind of expecting someone who looked like me. You know?
Phoenix:
I... I guess so...
Iris:
In that case, are you saying that I look like this person?
Phoenix:
Well, I can't say with 100% certainty, but...
Iris:
Can you show me something you are 100% certain about then...?
Phoenix:
(I really need to get to the bottom of this. Iris is determined to hide something from me. I can't drag it out of her unless I can show her some irrefutable evidence.)
Iris:
I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. I don't mean to be uncooperative, but...
Leads back to:
"You're seriously trying to suggest there's more than one of me?"
Phoenix:
I have a firm grasp of the situation now, Iris. You have a sister, don't you? A twin sister, perhaps?
Iris:
Ah!
Phoenix:
That's right. Dahlia Hawthorne. A woman I know only too well.
Iris:
... I had no idea you knew of her. Very impressive, Mr. Wright. But... She's no longer...
Phoenix:
Yes, I know. Her sentence was carried out recently, wasn't it...?
Iris:
...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry.
Iris:
Thank you.
Phoenix:
There's no need to explain now, is there Iris? This "second you" who was here at the temple on the night of the murder... ...it was your twin sister, Dahlia Hawthorne!
Iris:
B-But you just said it yourself a second ago! My sister's dead! Have you forgotten that?
Phoenix:
Have you forgotten this, Iris? This is a channeling dojo, a training ground of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Iris:
...!
Phoenix:
That night... ...someone channeled Dahlia's spirit. And you knew about it! And that's the secret you've been trying to hide from me!
Iris:
... Aaaaaah!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
The night of the crime (after clearing Psyche-Locks)
Iris:
I... I was in my room in the Main Hall that night. As soon as I heard that I'd been spotted at the Inner Temple, I knew. I knew it was my sister. Dahlia, the other half of me who... passed away last month.
Phoenix:
(Just as I suspected. The "Iris" that Sister Bikini saw at the Inner Temple on the night of the murder... It was Dahlia Hawthorne!) Why didn't you tell me this before!?
Iris:
B-Because... Because my sister always does the right thing.
Phoenix:
Excuse me?
Iris:
And because I mustn't get in the way of what she's trying to do. I already betrayed her once before! I can't do it again!
Phoenix:
You betrayed her? What do you mean?
Iris:
That's why I... I have to accept I may be found guilty. It's the only way.
Phoenix:
(What is she talking about!?)
The traitor (appears after "The night of the crime")
Iris:
You know about it, don't you, Mr. Wright? About the fake kidnapping that took place here on Eagle Mountain 11 years ago?
Phoenix:
...!
Iris:
That was the start of it all. It twisted her entire destiny. She started to commit crime after crime, and in the end, she... she lost her life. I-It's all because I betrayed her!
Phoenix:
How did you betray her, Iris?
Iris:
It was no coincidence that Eagle Mountain is where the exchange was to take place. After all, I... I helped plan the whole thing.
Phoenix:
What!?
Iris:
But I got scared, so I ran away.
Phoenix:
What are you talking about!? Why would you help her!? Stealing 2 million dollars... from your own father! That's awful!
Iris:
But I promised. I promised that I'd help. And... She didn't do it for the money.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Iris:
It was revenge. On our father.
Phoenix:
R-Revenge?
Revenge (appears after "The traitor")
Phoenix:
What do you mean by revenge...?
Iris:
He was a hideous man. He threw our mother away, and then sent her to Hell...
Phoenix:
(Her mother? She must be talking about Morgan Fey...)
Iris:
Our mother was the eldest daughter of the main branch of the Fey family. The main family had a lot of influence in many business and political circles at the time. As the eldest daughter, our mother was set to inherit all of that as the next Master. That's the reason our father married our mother in the first place. For power. But his plan backfired. Because our mother's sister took it all from her. She took over as the Master of Kurain.
Phoenix:
(That would be Misty Fey... Maya's mother.)
Iris:
But before long, the credibility of the Kurain Tradition hit rock bottom. The new Master, Mystic Misty Fey, made a terrible mistake... It was during the investigation of the DL-6 Incident. After that happened... ...our father took me and my twin sister away, leaving our mother and our home behind. He hated the place. He said it was a hick dive, and that he had no reason to stay there.
Phoenix:
And that's when you came here to Hazakura Temple?
Iris:
Yes. The woman my father took as his next wife already had a daughter... Valerie. I... I had no place in his new family, you see.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Iris:
And I haven't seen my mother once since then. Having the Master's seat stolen from her, and being rejected by her own family... I've heard she's been very battered, spiritually and emotionally.
After clearing "Revenge" Talk option:
Phoenix:
(I think I'm finally beginning to see how the pieces fit together...)
von Karma:
...I have asked her everything I can in my capacity as a prosecutor. This incident... Everything related to it goes back to the history of the Fey clan.
Phoenix:
...That's what it looks like. Iris... There's just one more thing I want you to tell me.
Iris:
What is it...?
Phoenix:
During the incident in which your sister, Dahlia Hawthorne, poisoned a lawyer... ...she began relations with a certain college student in order to hide the evidence. That college student... Have you heard anything about him...?
Iris:
... Well... I did hear one thing... She said she hated his guts.
Phoenix:
... ...I see. Thank you for your help.
Iris:
You're welcome...
von Karma:
Hurry up, Phoenix Wright! There is still much to investigate!
Iris:
Leave these locks to me. I'll open them for you, I promise.
Phoenix:
Thank you. (I suppose I'd better continue my investigation. There's still one giant secret left to unlock... Pearls's Psyche-Lock...)
After clearing all Talk options at Hazakura Temple - Main Gate, clearing "The letter" and "Murder weapon" Talk options at Hazakura Temple - Courtyard, and clearing "Revenge" Talk option at Hazakura Temple - Training Hall:
February 9
Heavenly Hall
Phoenix:
(Look at that! They really did make a fire, right in front of the shack...)
Pearl:
Oh! Mr. Nick!
Butz:
Hah! You're too late, Nick! If you came here for one of our potatoes, we've already polished them all off!
Phoenix:
(I think I've pretty much got all the evidence I need. Now I just need to find out what Pearls is hiding.)
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Night of the Crime --
Phoenix:
After dinner on the night of the murder... ...you were supposed to be in Elise Deauxnim's room, reading a book together, correct?
Pearl:
Yes! I was so happy when she invited me! But... I didn't go in the end.
Phoenix:
You didn't go...?
Pearl:
... No. There was somewhere else I had to go instead. I was so worried, I... I had to go. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was so nervous.
Phoenix:
(So Pearls never went to Ms. Deauxnim's room... Because she was too worried about something or someone else...) ...Pearls. On the night of the murder, you went to this place, didn't you...?
Anywhere
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You went here, didn't you Pearls?"
Phoenix:
You went here, didn't you Pearls?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(Looks like she's still not going to open up to me.) This is where you went because you were so worried, right? Then the next question is, "Who or what were you so worried about?" Now, I'm going to take a guess, and you can tell me if I'm right or wrong, OK?
Pearl:
Y-You mean you know!?
Phoenix:
If I'm right, will you tell me the whole truth?
Pearl:
... O-OK...
Phoenix:
You went to this place for one very simple reason, and that is this:
Present Maya Fey profile, after presenting Inner temple
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's obvious what you were so worried about, Pearls."
Otherwise
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well Pearls? This is what you were worrying about, right?
Pearl:
... There's something I'm worrying about right now, actually.
Phoenix:
What's that?
Pearl:
You, Mr. Nick. Your face has turned a really strange color.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Pearl:
You shouldn't work so hard, you know. You need to take a break once in a while.
Phoenix:
(...Being chided by a 9 year old. How embarrassing... But there's really only one thing Pearls could have been worried about that night. She must have been worried about "her". There's no one else it could be.)
Pearl:
I'll go get some sheets to make up a bed for you.
Phoenix:
No, no, it's OK! I'll die of pneumonia if I nap in a drafty little shack like this! (I guess I'm going to have to think this through one more time from the very beginning.)
Leads back to:
"So Pearls never went to Ms. Deauxnim's room..."
Phoenix:
It's obvious what you were so worried about, Pearls. It was Maya, wasn't it?
Pearl:
Ah!
Phoenix:
You knew the training Maya was undertaking was dangerous. After all, it was the Special Course.
Pearl:
...
Maya:
I signed up for your "Special Course"!
Bikini:
Well, my, my, my. Quite brave of you considering how cold it is! Young people can be so reckless with their health! Don't blame me if you become one with those you channel. Wa ha ha! Ho ho ho!
Phoenix:
Sister Bikini scared you with what she said, didn't she? And because it was you who introduced Hazakura Temple to Maya in the first place... ...you felt responsible, didn't you?
Pearl:
... Thinking about what could happen to Mystic Maya made me more and more worried... I couldn't sit still at all. That's why I decided to go and find out how she was doing at the Inner Temple.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
Then we're clear now that you went to the Inner Temple that night, Pearls. What's not clear is what happened after that...
Pearl:
Unngh...
Phoenix:
About what time was it when you headed over to the Inner Temple?
Pearl:
Um... It was probably around 9:30 when I left the Main Hall. I heard the real training was supposed to start at 10. I wanted to get there before it started. But there was so much snow, so I didn't get there until after 10 o'clock.
Phoenix:
Until after 10? How did you know what time it was?
Pearl:
Because I heard the bell ringing for lights out.
Phoenix:
(She heard the lights out bell...?) The Hazakura Temple bell's pretty small though, isn't it? You must have really good hearing.
Pearl:
I... I was really trying to pick up the sound of that bell, that's all. I didn't want to miss it. That would be terrible.
Phoenix:
(She was trying to hear the bell...?) Tell me, Pearls... Why were you so worried about hearing that bell?
Pearl:
Huh!? Oh! I...
Phoenix:
I think I know why. The reason you were so worried about that bell was because of this:
Present Burnt Letter
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You were given some instructions to follow for that night, weren't you?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Pearl:
... You know, Mr. Nick, I think you should take a break now.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Pearl:
Even your hair's starting to look a bit tired. The spikes aren't looking so sharp.
Phoenix:
(Looks like picking this piece of evidence wasn't so sharp of me, either.) ...A-Anyway! You said you couldn't afford to miss the sound of the lights out bell...
Leads back to:
"Huh!? Oh! I..."
Phoenix:
You were given some instructions to follow for that night, weren't you?
Pearl:
...!
Phoenix:
I presume you recognize these pieces of paper?
Pearl:
Aaaaah! Wh-Where did you...?
Phoenix:
In the incinerator at the Inner Temple. Pearls... You were following the instructions in this letter that night, weren't you? That's why you couldn't afford to miss the sound of the lights out bell.
Pearl:
I... I'm speechless, Mr. Nick! You're amazing!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
These instructions that were found in the incinerator... I believe they were written for you, Pearls.
Pearl:
For me!? I... No...
Phoenix:
As you can see, a large portion has been burnt... But the last section is still fairly legible. "As soon as you hear the lights out bell, you must channel her spirit."
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
Who was it, Pearls? Whose spirit were you supposed to be channeling?
Pearl:
Nngh...
Phoenix:
(Taking into account the author of the note, and their purpose for writing it... ...whose spirit would Pearls have been trying to channel? Don't over-think it, Phoenix! It's pretty obvious who Pearls was supposed to channel...) The person you were trying to channel that night, Pearls, was...
Present Dahlia Hawthorne profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It was Dahlia Hawthorne, wasn't it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Pearls? Am I right?
Pearl:
I... I can't channel anyone anymore.
Pearl:
A spirit medium who can't channel spirits... is like a painter who can't paint.
Phoenix:
(Poor kid. It's really getting her down.)
Pearl:
But... I have never channeled that person's spirit!
Phoenix:
(I should have all the evidence I need, so what am I not getting here...?)
Leads back to:
"Taking into account the author of the note, and their purpose for writing it..."
Phoenix:
It was Dahlia Hawthorne, wasn't it? That was the name that was in the letter.
Pearl:
Ah!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(It's just as I suspected... It wasn't Iris who Sister Bikini met at the Inner Temple that night... It was Dahlia Hawthorne!) Do you know anything about her, Pearls? Do you know what kind of a woman Dahlia Hawthorne was?
Pearl:
Umm... no. I've never heard of anyone by that name before reading those instructions...
Phoenix:
(I thought so. Pearls doesn't have a clue. She doesn't know that Dahlia is her sister...) About the instructions in the letter I found, Pearls... Who wrote them?
Pearl:
Umm...
Phoenix:
Whoever it was asked you to channel the spirit of someone you'd never heard of... You must have quite a lot of respect for them.
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
After all, you followed their instructions without question. So here's my next question. Who wrote this set of instructions for you to follow...?
Present Morgan Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Pearls... I have to wonder about something..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is the person who wrote the instructions, isn't it Pearls? You must have had a lot of faith in them to follow their instructions to a tee!
Pearl:
... I... I had a lot of faith... in you, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
Oh! Thanks!
Pearl:
But... ...I don't think I can trust you anymore.
Phoenix:
(Ouch... Pearls sure can be blunt when she wants to be... Alright now, think! Someone who Pearls would trust, no questions asked... There can't be many candidates for that post.)
Leads back to:
"Whoever it was asked you to channel the spirit of someone you'd never heard of..."
Phoenix:
Pearls... I have to wonder about something... You didn't have any idea what these instructions meant, did you?
Pearl:
...*ba-dump*
Phoenix:
But you followed them to the letter regardless. Why? Because it was your own mother who asked you. That's why.
Pearl:
H-How did you...?
Phoenix:
I figured it out. The person who wrote you this letter was your own mother, Morgan Fey!
Pearl:
Uh... Waaaaaaaah!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
Alright, Pearls! It's time you started telling me the truth.
Pearl:
M-M-Mr. N-Nick... I-I-I...
Phoenix:
(Why's she holding back from me? I don't like this...)
Pearl:
D-D-Don't underestimate m-me, j-just because I'm a ch-child!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Pearl:
If you're trying to say I followed these instructions... I'd l-like to see some proof!
Phoenix:
Whaaaat!?
Pearl:
Because... I... I d-don't think y-y-you have a-a-any!
Phoenix:
Nnnnnngh... (She'd say anything rather than admit to carrying out those instructions... I guess I'll have to produce some more evidence, then. One more thing should do it.) ...Alright, Pearls. We both know someone carried out these instructions on the night of the murder. But you're right. There's no evidence that proves it was you.
Pearl:
I-I-I knew it!
Phoenix:
However... I do know that whoever did it was a child.
Pearl:
Huh? H-How do you know that!?
Phoenix:
It couldn't have been an adult... No adult would've made a simple mistake like that.
Pearl:
A... simple mistake? What do you mean by that?
Phoenix:
I'm sure you thought you were carefully following the instructions you'd been given. But you misunderstood some of the words, and this is the evidence that proves it!
Present Hanging Scroll
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It was you who splattered gravy on this hanging scroll, wasn't it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This shows the mistake you made!
Pearl:
... Umm... I guess you know what I'm about to say, huh? I don't think it's me who made a mistake, Mr. Nick. It's you.
Phoenix:
(But the person who read these instructions must have been a child. That's why they misunderstood the meaning of that word... It's the only explanation for how such a simple mistake could've been made!) OK, Pearls. I'll go over it again. The person who read these instructions...
Leads back to:
"It couldn't have been an adult..."
Phoenix:
It was you who splattered gravy on this hanging scroll, wasn't it?
Pearl:
Ah! Wh-What!? Wh-Why would I d-do something like...?
Phoenix:
Do you remember what was written in that letter? "Gravely roast the Master in the fires of Hades and bring our vengeance to fruition." But you didn't know how to read the words "gravely" and "roast" among others, right?
Pearl:
H-How do you know that!?
Phoenix:
Remember the conversation you had with Ms. Deauxnim on the night of the murder...?
Elise:
Perhaps we can read some books together.
Pearl:
R-Really!? I'd love to! I, umm... I'm not very good at reading.
Elise:
Ha ha ha. Well then, would you like to practice reading with me?
Pearl:
Um, Ms. Elise? So, for example, how do you read this?
Elise:
It says, "gravely"... That's kind of a tough word.
Phoenix:
Sure, Ms. Deauxnim taught you how to read "gravely" and "roast". But what she didn't teach you... ...is what they meant!
Pearl:
"Gravely" sounded like "gravy" to me, and the only "roast" I could think of was the food...
Phoenix:
And that's why you did it... That's why you covered the picture of the Master in gravy from that night's pot roast.
Pearl:
... To be honest... I did think it was a bit strange. I guess I really did get the wrong idea...
Phoenix:
Just a tiny bit.
Pearl:
I... I really am useless! I didn't even manage to burn the letter properly as my mother had asked of me... Such a simple thing... And I couldn't even do it right...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
The night of the crime (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Pearl:
I... After dinner that night, I did go to the Inner Temple. With a pot full of the leftover gravy.
Phoenix:
The gravy?
Pearl:
I saw the picture on the hanging scroll near the Sacred Cavern. I was sure it was the Master of Kurain, like it said in the letter.
Phoenix:
I see. And then?
Pearl:
Well, it was already way past 10 when I got there because of all the snow. So I went to the Inner Temple guest area.
Phoenix:
The guest area?
Pearl:
Yes. I thought I could wait there until the training was over.
Phoenix:
Why didn't you just go to the Training Hall?
Pearl:
Because Mystic Maya's main training had already started, and I couldn't interrupt it! So I just stayed where I was and prayed for her to get through it. But then... I... ...
Phoenix:
Pearls, did you fall asleep?
Pearl:
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I just couldn't help it!
Butz:
Hey, don't worry about it, Pearl! Who cares if you fell asleep? I fell asleep waiting for Iris, too. It happens.
Phoenix:
Anyway... Then you found yourself trapped at the Inner Temple?
Pearl:
Yes. When I woke up, it was morning. I tried not to cry, but... ...Dusky Bridge wasn't there anymore and there was no one in the Training Hall. I thought everyone had left me because I overslept! I threw the letter into the incinerator, then I heated up the leftover gravy, and...
Phoenix:
(And let off some steam by chucking the gravy on the scroll while you cried...?)
Butz:
It must've been pretty scary for you, Pearl. I know what it's like. Nick used to leave me behind when I fell asleep at school, too.
Phoenix:
Don't equate something so trivial with her experience, Larry.
Lost powers
Pearl:
It was written right in my mother's letter. It said, "As soon as you hear the lights out bell, you must channel her spirit." I was on my way over to the Inner Temple when I heard the bell ring.
Phoenix:
So you channeled Dahlia Hawthorne's spirit?
Pearl:
No... I tried, but I couldn't do it!
Phoenix:
You couldn't do it...?
Pearl:
I've never failed at channeling someone. This is the first time it's happened. I tried and I tried and I tried... Yesterday, this morning, the whole time! But I just couldn't do it...!
Butz:
D-Don't let it get you down, Pearl. It'll all work out. If you want, I'll come flying through the sky for you! Whooosh! Just like that!
Phoenix:
(So she never managed to channel the spirit...) Is that why you think your spiritual powers are gone?
Pearl:
Yes. I... I don't know what to do...
Phoenix:
Isn't there any other explanation for why you couldn't channel a spirit?
Pearl:
... I suppose there's one other possibility. It's not very likely, though...
Phoenix:
Could you please tell me what it is anyway?
Pearl:
It could happen if someone else was already channeling the same spirit.
Phoenix:
Someone else? What do you mean?
Pearl:
Well there's only one of each spirit, right...?
Butz:
Yup, it's like dating a girl, Nick. You can't see a hot chick if she's already taken!
Phoenix:
(Then that would mean on the night of the murder... ...someone else channeled her spirit before Pearls could. Someone else channeled the spirit of Dahlia Hawthorne!)
Pearl:
I'm a failure. I couldn't even grant my mother's final wish...
Phoenix:
Her "final wish"...?
Pearl:
Yes. This letter. "This is my last wish," she said. "So make sure you follow the instructions carefully."
Phoenix:
(Hmm... This letter... I definitely need to find out more about it.)
Morgan's letter (appears after "Lost powers")
Pearl:
My mother has gone to a place called a "penitentiary".
Phoenix:
Yeah... I know, Pearls.
Pearl:
I visit her every month... And last month, she told me...
Morgan:
The time we've been waiting for has come, Pearl. There's something I need you to do for me. I hid a letter for you at our home before they brought me here. I want you to read it, and do exactly what it says. It's for the good of the Fey clan, my angel. You'll be doing a great thing. Now, listen carefully, and I'll tell you where the letter's hidden...
Pearl:
My mother is always nice to me... I love her very much!
Butz:
Yeah. Moms will do anything for their kids, right?
Pearl:
She said it was for the good of the Fey clan, so I knew I had to help her. I mean, Mystic Maya's part of the Fey clan, so it had to be good for her, too. That's right, isn't it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
I-I guess so, yeah...
Pearl:
There was a picture with her letter, too.
Phoenix:
A picture?
Pearl:
Of Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne. Usually, a picture is enough to channel someone's spirit, but this time...
Butz:
...Pretty weird, huh?
Phoenix:
(Like Larry knows anything about this stuff!)
Pearl:
There's something else that was strange about my mother's letter... The seal on it was broken, as if someone had already opened it once before.
Butz:
...That sure is pretty strange.
Phoenix:
(Someone had opened it already?)
Burnt Letter updated in the Court Record.
After clearing "The night of the crime" and "Morgan's letter" Talk options:
Phoenix:
Thanks, Pearls. You really helped me out.
Pearl:
You're very welcome! My mother is watching over us! So I'm sure Mystic Maya will be alright!
Phoenix:
... (Look at that innocent smile on her face. What am I supposed to say to her?)
???:
Ha...!
Godot:
Finally figured it out, have you, Trite? You've finally realized how terrible of a crime being painfully oblivious is.
Phoenix:
G-Godot!
Godot:
The entrance to the Sacred Cavern looks like a freaking puzzle workshop.
Phoenix:
(I guess he's talking about Iris and the lock-breaking effort...)
Godot:
...But it's all a waste of time.
Phoenix:
W-Why do you say that?
Godot:
Because Maya Fey isn't coming back.
Phoenix:
What? You don't know what you're talking about! How can you say something like that?
Godot:
It was your job to protect her, Trite. Just like it was your job to protect Mia Fey... Two sisters, caught up in the worst circumstances.
Phoenix:
I... I realize that, but...
Godot:
And you were the only one who was by their sides. You were the only one who could have saved them.
Phoenix:
But I didn't know anything about what was going on!
Godot:
Ha...! What did I just say, Trite? Being oblivious is a heinous crime in itself.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
Tomorrow... We'll settle everything in court tomorrow. ...Once and for all.
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick... Is... Is what that man just said true?
Phoenix:
It'll be alright, Pearls. I'm sure Maya's alive. You'll see for yourself tomorrow!
Pearl:
I... Yeah! That's right! I know I can trust you, Mr. Nick!
Morgan:
...My dear Pearl... ...You've done so well, my child. My Pearl... ...It's better that you don't know... ...I knew this day would come for you... ...The blood of the main family is no more... ...Now you... You are to take the place at the head of the Fey clan... ...My last, great wish... It seems I was just in time...
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter...
...Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Bridge to the Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
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Part 4
February 10, 9:39 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Pearl:
Good morning! ...Oh? Are you by yourself?
Phoenix:
Ah... Morning, Pearls.
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick! Please tell me! What's going to happen to Mystic Maya?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry... We don't know yet. The investigation is still going on, so I wasn't allowed into the Inner Temple.
Pearl:
Oh, I see... So is Sister Iris still trying to remove those trick locks in the Training Hall?
Phoenix:
No... She's the defendant in this case, so she can't be at the Inner Temple. She's required to be here in court.
Pearl:
Um... Then... How come she's not here in the defendant's lobby?
Phoenix:
(I have to admit it's kinda strange...)
???:
...If you're looking for Iris, she's in the prosecutor's lobby.
Phoenix:
...Ed-Edgeworth. What's Iris doing over there?
Edgeworth:
She's going over today's testimony with the prosecutor as we speak.
Phoenix:
Today's testimony...?
Edgeworth:
You heard me... Iris is going to be testifying as a witness for the prosecution.
Phoenix:
Wait, what!?
Edgeworth:
The prosecutor is squeezing her for a confession. ...Or so I heard.
Phoenix:
(Franziska von Karma... What are you up to...?)
Edgeworth:
I know what you're thinking, but Franziska isn't going to be the prosecutor today.
Phoenix:
What...!? 
Then who is?
Edgeworth:
Who else would it be but Godot?
Phoenix:
G-Godot...
Edgeworth:
...Franziska is engaged in some important work at the Sacred Cavern.
Pearl:
The Sacred Cavern...? You don't mean that she's...
Edgeworth:
Exactly. She has been out there all night, trying to remove those trick locks. With the head nun's assistance, naturally. We estimate that the last of the locks should be taken care of in about three hours. I hope everything continues to go smoothly and we receive some good news soon.
Phoenix:
Yeah... Thanks, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Prosecutor Godot intends to nail this case shut today. Be prepared to fight like there's no tomorrow!
Phoenix:
...You don't have to tell me that.
Edgeworth:
I know. I can already see it in your eyes. You're not the same fever-ridden, frantic maniac you were yesterday.
Phoenix:
It's strange... On the way here, I decided that today would be the end of all this. Almost immediately after I made that decision, I felt myself getting stronger.
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Maybe you've passed your cold onto someone else, literally. And with that... I leave the rest in your capable hands... partner.
Phoenix:
Thanks...
Phoenix:
(...I still don't have answers for most of the riddles plaguing this case. The circumstances around the murder of Ms. Elise Deauxnim, no, I mean Ms. Misty Fey... The impossible flight Larry claims to have seen... And... What that woman is really after...) I will solve them all and bring this whole tragedy to an end!
February 10, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 7
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Iris of Hazakura Temple.
Godot:
...
Phoenix:
... Umm... Your Honor...? Wh-What are you...?
Judge:
Who? Me? Well, my little brother came to visit me in my chambers earlier this morning. All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, he developed a scorching fever and fainted! Therefore, I'll be standing in for him.
Phoenix:
I-I see, Your Honor... (So they're brothers! That explains a lot...)
Judge:
My poor brother. He looked a bit pale, not to mention sad that he couldn't be here.
Godot:
It is impossible to predict what the future has in store for any of us. This is precisely why people feel the need to judge the past. And we of the court have been charged with the solemn duty of passing such judgment.
Judge:
...Well said, Mr. Godot. I understood exactly what you said... at least up until the end, anyway. Now then, Mr. Godot. Please proceed with your opening statement.
Godot:
...Humans are fragile, fickle beings. Our hearts change with the shifting of the tides. There is only one thing that remains a constant in this crazy world... The bitter darkness that lies at the bottom of this mug.
Judge:
So then you mean...? Um... Forget it. What do you mean?
Godot:
During yesterday's trial, the accused refused to admit her role in the crime. But today, she has had a change of heart... Sister Iris of Hazakura Temple has a confession to make.
Judge:
C-Confession...! Th-The defendant...?
Phoenix:
(Iris... Why didn't she discuss this with me first...?)
Judge:
Very well. This court will now hear the defendant's confession!
Godot:
...Upon meeting a beautiful lady, always ask for her name and profession. That's one of my rules.
Iris:
...Um, my name is Iris. I am but a simple nun undergoing training at Hazakura Temple.
Judge:
Witness, is there something that you want to confess to?
Iris:
...Yes. But first, I want to apologize to Mr. Wright... I... I can't continue lying to everyone anymore.
Phoenix:
I-It's alright... What is it...?
Iris:
Mr. Wright, I have to admit that I... I did play a part in this terrible incident.
Judge:
Are... Are you actually confessing!? Are you saying that you were the one who murdered Ms. Elise Deauxnim?
Iris:
...No, I'm not, Your Honor. But I dealt with the cover up, after the murder took place. After her spirit left, I took the lifeless shell of Mystic Elise... ...and carried it to the Hazakura Temple Courtyard where I desecrated it.
Judge:
Wh... Whaaaat!? O-Order in the court! Order! W-Witness...! Are you... Are you saying you were an accomplice to the murder!?
Iris:
... Yes. That's correct.
Phoenix:
...Whaaaaaaat!? (Three minutes in court and I'm already covered in a cold sweat...)
Godot:
Ha...! Everyone on the planet is an accomplice to something. It just happens to be that in this case, it's to murder. Isn't that right... Mr. Trite?
Phoenix:
(Grrr, that Godot... So this is the confession they were conferring about! It pains me to say this... ...but it looks like Iris's testimony was all a lie.)
Iris's Testimony crumpled up and shoved into a pocket.
Godot:
Now then, little lady. If you don't mind, I've got a question for you. Whose crime were you trying to cover up by your actions?
Phoenix:
(Iris was covering for someone...? Nngh... Now I'm definitely up the creek without a paddle... or a lifejacket.)
Iris:
...I've been at Hazakura Temple ever since I was a little girl. Hazakura Temple is run by one of the branch families of the Kurain Tradition. One of our missions is to protect the main family.
Judge:
I'm sorry, but "main family"...?
Iris:
Yes, and that's why I would dirty myself, if need be, to protect her... The daughter of the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique, Mystic Maya Fey!
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
Wake up and smell the coffee, Trite.
Phoenix:
Sh-She's naming... MAYAAAAAAAAA!?
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! So not only did you witness the murder... You know the name of the murderer!
Iris:
I'm terribly sorry... But it's true. I saw her commit the crime with my very own eyes... And then I cleaned up the area to try to protect her.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Th-That's ridiculous! Maya could never do such a--
Judge:
The defense will refrain from commenting until the appropriate time. Now, witness. Let's hear your testimony. What exactly happened on the night of the crime?
Iris:
... ...Yes, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(I thought I was prepared for the unexpected... But I never imagined the case would wind up going in this direction...)
Witness Testimony
-- The Real Murderer --
Iris:
I went to the Inner Temple that night and I saw it all happen in the garden.
I saw Mystic Elise strike Mystic Maya with her staff!
While Mystic Maya was still stumbling, Mystic Elise moved in to deliver a fatal strike!
Mystic Maya tried desperately to defend herself and stole the weapon...!
It was only in self-defense! You can't blame her for it!
Judge:
So it was in self-defense?
Iris:
Yes. Mystic Elise was the one who attacked first!
Judge:
Hmm...
Iris:
That's why I tried my best to protect Mystic Maya!
Godot:
You moved the victim's body to the temple so that Maya wouldn't be suspected... Isn't that right? Not bad... You've got the instincts of a true criminal.
Phoenix:
(Something's not quite right. I'm sure it was established yesterday... ...that Iris never went to the Inner Temple that night. And that the person who did go was... that woman... ...Iris even admitted it.)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Real Murderer --
Iris:
I went to the Inner Temple that night and I saw it all happen in the garden.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Sister Iris! Your testimony has changed quite a bit since yesterday. You stated yesterday that, on the night of the murder, you didn't go to the Inner Temple.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Did she now? Too bad for you, what she said yesterday doesn't mean much today. By the way, where were you when she claimed that she didn't go?
Phoenix:
Umm, I... It was in the Inner Temple's Training Hall...
Godot:
A private conversation between the two of you does not constitute testimony. That would be properly described as hearsay.
Judge:
Hmm... What do you have to say, witness?
Iris:
I-I just couldn't tell him the truth at that time. Mystic Maya... She's your girlfriend, isn't she?
Phoenix:
...!
Iris:
I... I didn't want to be the one to break it to you that I saw her commit murder...
Judge:
There, there... We all understand how difficult this is for you. Now then, let's continue with the testimony. What did you witness in the temple garden...?
Iris:
Well, Your Honor...
Iris:
I saw Mystic Elise strike Mystic Maya with her staff!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You're saying that the victim attacked Maya... I mean Ms. Fey?
Iris:
Y-Yes... It was a truly frightening scene. Mystic Maya was struck hard on the head and looked like she was going to collapse.
Phoenix:
What were you doing at the time?
Iris:
Um...
Phoenix:
Why didn't you stop them from fighting!?
Iris:
I-I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Wright... I was... I was frightened... I couldn't move... I couldn't even speak, I was in such shock...
Judge:
Hmm... That's perfectly understandable, my dear.
Phoenix:
(This doesn't sound right... I don't believe this testimony for a minute!)
Judge:
...What happened after that?
Iris:
While Mystic Maya was still stumbling, Mystic Elise moved in to deliver a fatal strike!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She moved in to deliver a fatal strike?
Iris:
...Yes, I'm sure of it. She threw down her staff and reached into her robe for a weapon...
Phoenix:
Wait a minute! What was this weapon...?
Iris:
It-It was... some kind of dagger.
Phoenix:
(A dagger, huh...?) And Elise Deauxnim tried to stab her with this weapon? ...To kill Ms. Fey?
Iris:
Yes... Exactly.
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
Ha...! You look like I did after I mistakenly took a swig of Worcestershire sauce.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
Do you have a problem with the testimony we're hearing from your client, Lawyer Boy?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Do I have a problem with Iris's testimony...?)
No problem
Phoenix:
(Iris is my client... I'd better not press her too hard...) The defense has no objection to Ms. Iris's testimony.
Godot:
Ha...! You should try some nice, sweet café con leche at least once, Trite...
Judge:
Very well, let's continue with your testimony. What happened to Ms. Fey when she was attacked by the victim?
There is one thing...
Phoenix:
...Your Honor. I have a small problem with the witness's testimony.
Judge:
Y-You do? But this witness is your own client!
Phoenix:
Yes, well... N-Nevertheless...
Godot:
...That's fine. Witness, let's add your last statement to the testimony.
Iris:
Y-Yes, sir.
Judge:
H-Hey! Just a moment! It's my job to say that...
Godot:
...Listen, gramps. I won't say it again. Final judgment will be rendered by me!
Judge:
Nnngghh...!
Godot:
...OK, now. Let's continue.
Adds statement "She threw her staff away and pulled a dagger from inside her robe!"
Press (after adding statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Iris:
She threw her staff away and pulled a dagger from inside her robe!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She threw her staff away?
Iris:
Mystic Elise was trying to kill Mystic Maya. I think that's why she wanted a more lethal weapon.
Judge:
It's true... It's not easy to inflict a deadly blow with a staff.
Phoenix:
Sister Iris, let me make sure I've got this straight. The victim herself chose to throw away her staff?
Iris:
Y-Yes. That's what I saw...
Judge:
Is there anything odd about that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
... (Yeah, it's odd alright.)
Iris:
Mystic Elise attacked Mystic Maya with the dagger. I'm sure of this.
Present Victim's Staff
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Sister Iris..."
Iris:
Mystic Maya tried desperately to defend herself and stole the weapon...!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...And then?
Iris:
Mystic Maya, she turned things around and then... ...she used the weapon she had taken and lunged forward for a strike!
Judge:
W-Witness! Are you absolutely certain!?
Iris:
Yes... B-But believe me, she had no choice! If Mystic Maya hadn't done something...
Godot:
...Maya Fey's name would've been written on this autopsy report instead.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, I see...
Phoenix:
(This is bad... I still can't put the pieces together... Unless I find a contradiction  in her testimony, Maya's going to get blamed for this.)
Iris:
I... I only have this to say...
Iris:
It was only in self-defense! You can't blame her for it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...So you're saying Maya Fey was the one who stabbed Ms. Elise Deauxnim. Sister Iris! Is that really what you saw?
Iris:
Yes...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Trite. If your mug is filled with black and bitter suspicions... The only way to get rid of them is to drink them down quick... ...Like this!
Phoenix:
Umm... I know that's supposed be a metaphor, but I don't get it.
Godot:
There's only one thing you need to "get", Trite. It's called evidence... Now hurry up... Before my next cup gets cold!
Phoenix:
(What does that mean...? Is Godot waiting for me to point out the contradictions?)
Iris:
...
Phoenix:
(I'd like to avoid the whole spirit channeling thing if I can... Not only would it be inadmissible as evidence... ...but I think it might actually hurt our standing with the judge. First I need to pick her testimony apart and expose the unnatural-sounding parts... I don't know why Iris would tell a story like this... ...but there are two things I noticed that just don't add up!)
Phoenix:
Sister Iris... There's something strange about your version of events.
Iris:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
Ms. Deauxnim throwing her staff away makes no sense at all to me.
Iris:
B-But all you can do with a staff is hit someone...
Phoenix:
Naturally you wouldn't know this, Sister Iris, but... ...the victim's staff had a special feature about it. As you can see, it's a sword.
Iris:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
If Elise Deauxnim really had wanted to kill Maya Fey... ...she wouldn't have needed to use a separate dagger! Not when she already had a beautiful blade in her hands already! ...Well, Sister Iris? What do you have to say?
Iris:
Uhh, err, I...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...That was an impressive bit of investigating, Trite. I never would have thought there was a sword hidden in that staff. But even so... How should I put this?
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
A long sword is unwieldy, and thus quite ineffective in close-quarters combat. Maybe that's why she chose a dagger over her blade.
Phoenix:
Um, well...
Godot:
Anyway, the type of weapon she chose to use isn't what's important. The important thing is that she tried to kill Maya Fey. As long as there's nothing strange about that, there's no problem with her testimony.
Phoenix:
(But there is something strange about this whole testimony!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? The prosecution has a point.
Phoenix:
...Very well, Your Honor. The defense will now present evidence to back its argument.
Iris:
M-Mr. Wright...!
Phoenix:
I have here another piece of evidence that shows that this testimony can't be trusted. Because Ms. Elise Deauxnim would never attempt to take the life of Maya Fey!
Present Elise Deauxnim profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Elise Deauxnim would never have attacked Maya Fey."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
If you ask me... ...the only thing that seems strange is the angle of Mr. Trite's index finger.
Phoenix:
Eh...
Godot:
Trite, sticking your finger in an electrical outlet might be safer for you. Otherwise it might get bitten off the next time you poke it in the wrong place!
Phoenix:
Arrrrgh...!
Phoenix:
(I still don't think that Ms. Deauxnim would ever attack Maya... If you think about their relationship, it's obvious!)
Judge:
...Why don't you think it over one more time.
Leads back to:
"...Very well, Your Honor. The defense will now present evidence to back its argument."
Phoenix:
...Elise Deauxnim would never have attacked Maya Fey.
Iris:
Ho-How can you be so sure...?
Phoenix:
Because the victim's real name was not "Elise Deauxnim". Her real name was... "Misty Fey".
Judge:
..."Fey"?
Iris:
Aaah! N-No...! N-Not Mystic Misty Fey!
Judge:
Wh-Who is this Misty Fey? Is she related to...?
Phoenix:
Misty Fey is the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique. She is also... ...the mother of Maya Fey!
Judge:
A-Are you serious!?
Iris:
Is it... really true? Mr. Wright...!? Was Elise Deauxnim actually the great Mystic Misty!?
Phoenix:
There's no doubt about it. (It looks like Iris had no idea...)
Iris:
I can hardly believe it...
Phoenix:
The idea that she would try to kill her only daughter, one she hadn't seen in 17 years... Perhaps the prosecution can offer some explanation for why she would do such a thing!
Godot:
...Ugh...!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Upon first hearing the witness's testimony, it seemed natural enough. ...However. In light of some facts that have just been presented...
Iris:
...
Judge:
One, that the victim supposedly threw away a sword during a fight... ...and two, that the two people battling to the death were mother and daughter... Despite the facts being believable when taken on their own... ...when taken together, the entire story seems difficult to believe.
Godot:
...Listen. There's nothing in this world that is impossible. Except for one little thing.
Judge:
Yes? What is this one little impossible thing...?
Godot:
Ha...! You still don't get it. You think maybe my beans are under-roasted, but you have no idea gramps.
Phoenix:
Umm... Could you get to your point?
Godot:
I heard this witness's confession this morning... ...just as I had taken the first sip of my eighth cup of morning coffee.
Judge:
...You're going to ruin your health, my friend.
Godot:
Anyway, after hearing this woman's confession... I had a detective who loves to investigate sent to the scene of the crime. And... he discovered this little beauty.
Judge:
Is that the dagger the witness testified to seeing...?
Godot:
Obviously, Your Honor... But do you not notice something else?
Judge:
...Now that you mention it, if you look closely, there appears to be a bloodstain!
Phoenix:
Wh-Where did you find that? I didn't see that when I investigated the crime scene!
Godot:
...Did you investigate the pine tree at the crime scene?
Phoenix:
Huh? The pine tree...?
Godot:
This dagger was stuck in the back side of the pine tree. When the last blow was struck, ending the violent battle between the two women... ...this little baby was thrown in the direction of the back of the pine tree.
Judge:
Which means... the blood on this dagger belongs to the victim, correct!?
Godot:
Ha...! Were you even listening, old man? I first heard this confession this morning. Just as I had taken the first sip of my 13th cup of morning coffee.
Phoenix:
(Didn't you say it was your 8th just a few minutes ago!?)
Godot:
I didn't have enough time to get the blood analyzed on such short notice.
Judge:
In any case, the court will accept the dagger as evidence. Furthermore, I order that a blood test be performed on it immediately!
Godot:
This is my sweetheart. Make sure you treat her right.
Judge:
...Bailiff! Get this piece of evidence to the crime lab for testing immediately!
Dagger added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Now then... The testimony we've just heard had numerous unbelievable aspects to it. However! After having found the very dagger the witness spoke of... ...I believe we can consider her testimony to be credible.
Godot:
Cute girls never lie. Ever.
Judge:
In any case, witness... If you could please testify again to this court.
Iris:
Umm... About what, Your Honor?
Judge:
About the incident you saw... The battle between the two women!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Witness Testimony
-- The Battle --
Iris:
Mystic Maya stumbled briefly after being hit over the head with the staff...
But then she dodged Mystic Elise's next attack and stole her weapon!
Suddenly Mystic Elise was the one on the defensive, with her back to the stone lantern.
That's when Mystic Maya stabbed Mystic Elise!
Mystic Elise managed to fling the knife away, but then... Then... she collapsed.
Judge:
...That was a very heart-breaking story.
Iris:
I don't know if there were any bad feelings between them, but... It had been 17 years since Mystic Misty's disappearance. ...Perhaps they simply didn't recognize each other anymore...
Judge:
Hmm... That seems reasonable. Now then, Mr. Wright. Proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Battle --
Iris:
Mystic Maya stumbled briefly after being hit over the head with the staff...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Iris, where were you standing when you witnessed all this?
Iris:
Umm... What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Well, if either of them had noticed you... ...they might not have continued their battle.
Iris:
I... I wonder if that's true... The two of them... They were standing near the garden's stone lantern. I... I was watching the whole thing from behind. It was dark where the two of them were, so... I think that's why they didn't see me.
Judge:
Hmm... So it was dark in the garden when the murder took place... Tell me, what did Ms. Maya Fey do after she was struck?
Iris:
But then she dodged Mystic Elise's next attack and stole her weapon!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What happened to the victim's staff then?
Iris:
I-I'm not sure. The area was very dark, so... I really couldn't see. I think it got knocked away somewhere as the fight escalated.
Judge:
That makes sense... That would explain the need for the dagger.
Iris:
Mystic Elise raised the dagger to strike. But Mystic Maya dodged it at the last second. The dagger struck the lantern and fell to the ground. And then at some point, Mystic Maya picked it up...!
Phoenix:
(Nothing sounds especially strange yet...)
Judge:
What did the victim do when the weapon was stolen from her?
Iris:
Suddenly Mystic Elise was the one on the defensive, with her back to the stone lantern.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You're saying that Maya Fey turned the tables on the victim?
Iris:
Y-Yes... ...But Mystic Maya wasn't herself at the time. After all... Her life was in danger...
Phoenix:
(I still can't believe it... The idea of Maya cornering someone at knifepoint! It's just silly!)
Godot:
As they say... "A cornered fox is more dangerous than a jackal".
Phoenix:
I believe the correct description of a cornered fox is "scared and petrified".
Godot:
... Your animal analogies have grown tiresome!
Phoenix:
(You were the one who started it!)
Judge:
Anyway... So, after Maya Fey backed the victim into the stone lantern, what happened next?
Iris:
That's when Mystic Maya stabbed Mystic Elise!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely certain that's what you saw!?
Iris:
... Yes, I'm almost certain.
Phoenix:
"Almost"...?
Iris:
The garden was dark... I couldn't really tell who was who.
Phoenix:
(What did she just say!?) S-So in other words, it could have been someone else entirely...!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
We know that Maya Fey was at the Inner Temple that night. And that the woman that was killed was Elise Deauxnim. Isn't it fairly obvious who attacked who?
Phoenix:
Nnrgh... (I don't have anything to counter that yet...)
Judge:
...Well then, witness. Please continue with your testimony.
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor. The two of them faced each other for a moment... Then Mystic Maya rushed straight into Mystic Elise! Then Mystic Elise doubled over and fell to the ground.
Judge:
Hmm... So she was stabbed in the stomach, huh?
Iris:
Yes...
Present Elise's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Something about you just isn't right today, Iris!"
Iris:
Mystic Elise managed to fling the knife away, but then... Then... she collapsed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Where did that dagger go?
Iris:
...I have no idea. It was dark and I couldn't see.
Godot:
According to the detective who found the dagger... ...it was stuck into the pine tree in the garden. Most likely it was flung towards the tree after the struggle.
Judge:
That is the most likely explanation, yes.
Phoenix:
After being stabbed in the stomach, did the victim collapse right away?
Iris:
... Now that I think of it... ...she seemed to stare at Mystic Maya for a while. And Mystic Maya stood there, not moving an inch... It felt for a moment like time had just stopped.
Judge:
Hmm...
Iris:
But then, suddenly, as if the spell had worn off, Mystic Elise fell over...
Phoenix:
(It seems like a reasonable story at first... But... there's one thing that is completely impossible. The very idea of Maya stabbing someone... That alone is impossible! Which means... ...this faulty testimony must contain another contradiction in it somewhere.)
Phoenix:
...Something about you just isn't right today, Iris!
Iris:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
Until now, I didn't think you were the type to make such a careless mistake. However! The testimony you just gave contains quite a few contradictions.
Iris:
Wh-What do you mean? What's so wrong about my testimony?
Phoenix:
According to you... ...Maya Fey stabbed the victim, who had her back to the stone lantern... Correct?
Iris:
Y-Yes... That's right.
Phoenix:
But in that case, the victim would've been stabbed in the stomach, right?
Judge:
Y-Yes, I think so...
Phoenix:
But! According to the autopsy report... ...the cause of death was due to blood loss from a stab wound in her back.
Iris:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
This proves that the victim was stabbed from behind, not from the front! Sister Iris! It appears another seed of doubt has sprouted from your testimony!
Iris:
Aaaaaaaah!
Judge:
What...!? What is the meaning of this, Mr. Wright!?
Godot:
Ha...! It's simple. People are like books. We've all got a front and a back. You get my drift?
Judge:
... Umm, is that all you have to say?
Godot:
I can also say that darkness loves to play with the human mind.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Could you please knock it off with the cheesy proverbs and illogical metaphors already!? The point is, too much of this testimony just doesn't make sense! Throwing away a useful staff, the people fighting being mother and daughter... And now, she falsely claims the victim was stabbed in the stomach!
Judge:
Hmm... There certainly are some inconsistencies.
Phoenix:
Well, Iris... How about it!?
Iris:
... W-Well, it's just...
Godot:
If you ask me, you're just being too naïve about the whole thing.
Phoenix:
What do you mean...?
Godot:
There are 253 distinct types of bitterness in coffee... But to pick out each one requires total concentration and the use of all the senses. Were you really concentrating on what this witness actually said?
Judge:
Prosecutor Godot! Explain yourself!
Godot:
The witness was quite unambigious [sic] about her own ambiguities when she said... ...that the garden was dark and she couldn't see clearly.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
A human needs one thing to see clearly. And that is... light.
Judge:
Light...
Godot:
By the way, did you know? The Inner Temple has a rule that on nights when an acolyte is there training... ...the stone lantern in the garden is to always be lit.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I did wonder what that stone lantern was there for...)
Judge:
Well if that's true... ...shouldn't the witness have been able to see the crime more clearly?
Godot:
...Normally yes, Your Honor. But according to the head nun, Sister Bikini... ...on the night of the crime, it was impossible to light that stone lantern.
Phoenix:
Impossible...?
Godot:
It hadn't been used in a long time and the wick was no good. In other words... It had to be nearly pitch black in the garden that night. There could have been a faint light coming from the Training Hall, but that's all.
Judge:
Most enlightening...
Godot:
Yes, that illuminating fact has chased all the contradictions away! ...If the staff was dropped, it would be difficult to see. It also explains why they didn't recognize each other. We can't see the demons that lurk in the night... That's why humans are weak. Isn't that right, Trite?
Phoenix:
N-- Nooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order! Ordeeer!
Godot:
Here, Your Honor. Let me present the stone lantern into evidence. Maybe it will rekindle the flame of truth in your mind.
Stone Lantern added to the Court Record.
Judge:
............
Phoenix:
(Why is the judge just sitting there with that look on his face...?)
Godot:
...What's wrong, Your Honor? Was that flame too hot?
Judge:
Th-This lantern... There's something written on it!
Godot:
...?
Judge:
Wh-Why... It's written in blood!
Phoenix:
(Oooh boy...! So the judge didn't know about that yet...)
Godot:
Written... in blood?
Iris:
...
Judge:
It... It says...! It says, "Maya" upside-down!
Godot:
Wh-What the...!?
Iris:
Oh yes... That's right... After being cornered and then stabbed by Mystic Maya... Mystic Elise didn't fall down right away. She must have been writing that on the stone lantern behind her... ...with the blood that was draining out of her body!
Judge:
Hmm... It certainly looks that way...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Hang on... Hang on just a minute! What are you all talking about!?
Judge:
What do you mean, "What are we all talking about?"
Phoenix:
We're talking about the message written in blood...
Godot:
Hmph... Nonsense! This lantern... It's as clean as a whistle!
Phoenix:
(C-Could it be...? He can't see the bloody writing at all...!? Now that I think of it, he did say something to me yesterday...)
Godot:
My eyesight is pretty messed up. Even with these huge goggles on my head, I still can't see everything.
Phoenix:
(So that's what he meant by that...)
Judge:
...In any case, this is obviously an important clue. We now know that the crime scene was dark... ...and that the victim scrawled this message on the stone lantern! Well, Mr. Godot? Anything further?
Godot:
...
Judge:
M-Mr. Godot?
Godot:
...! Errr, umm... OK then... Let's move on.
Phoenix:
(Godot is literally shaking, and somehow, I don't think it's from caffeine overdose.)
Judge:
...I believe it has now been established... ...that Ms. Deauxnim was killed by Maya Fey.
Phoenix:
(Th-That's... just wrong!)
Godot:
...Now it's time to turn our attention to you.
Iris:
...Yes, sir.
Godot:
After the victim died, you did something, didn't you? Let's hear it. ...We're all ears.
Witness Testimony
-- Sister Iris's Cover-Up --
Iris:
After Mystic Elise died... I called out to Mystic Maya.
I thought it was my duty to protect the future Master of the Kurain Tradition.
So I removed the body from the Inner Temple by myself...
I dragged it behind me all the way across Dusky Bridge.
Then I used the snowmobile to carry it back to Hazakura Temple and...
...I used the Shichishito to alter the way the wound looked.
Judge:
...So you moved the body.
Iris:
Yes... I was raised at Hazakura Temple... I owe a great deal of thanks to the Fey clan. But even so... I never imagined... ...that Elise Deauxnim was actually Misty Fey! I've... I've committed a terrible sin!
Judge:
Hmm... A terrible trick of fate.
Phoenix:
(I believe you're looking for "twist of fate", Your Honor.)
Iris:
I intended to return to the Inner Temple after taking care of the body... But...
Godot:
You were spotted by the head nun, correct?
Iris:
Yes... And that's why I couldn't go back.
Judge:
...Your story makes sense, I suppose. Mr. Wright, go ahead with your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- Sister Iris's Cover-Up --
Iris:
After Mystic Elise died... I called out to Mystic Maya.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you waited until everything was over before making a move?
Iris:
N-No, it's not like that...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
She saw someone murdered right in front of her eyes... It's not surprising that she was a little timid...
Judge:
...Yes, I suppose that's true. Sometimes when I'm watching lawyers argue back and forth with each other... ...I feel so helpless that I just sit quietly and wait for them to reach a conclusion.
Phoenix:
(...Isn't it your job as the judge to mediate the argument!?)
Iris:
It wasn't until Mystic Maya saw me... ...that it finally dawned on her what she had done.
Iris:
I thought it was my duty to protect the future Master of the Kurain Tradition.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So then... You knew...? You knew the significance of the name "Maya Fey"...?
Iris:
Y-Yes... Of course I did.
Phoenix:
(That's odd... I mean, Sister Bikini didn't recognize Maya's name, let alone her position...)
Iris:
Anyway... She was a very special person indeed.
Iris:
So I removed the body from the Inner Temple by myself...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you do that?
Iris:
Because I didn't want Mystic Maya to be suspected in any way. I thought the best thing would be to remove the body from the crime scene...
Judge:
You moved her body all by yourself...?
Iris:
...Yes. I did. It would have been impossible if it wasn't for the snow...
Phoenix:
(The snow, huh...?)
Iris:
I dragged it behind me all the way across Dusky Bridge.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
It's pretty amazing you could make it all the way across... That's a rickety old bridge.
Iris:
It looks worse than it is. It's surprisingly sturdy despite its age.
Godot:
It's like they say, "Idiots are too stupid to catch even a simple cold."
Phoenix:
...But there's one other thing that bothers me. Why not just throw the body into the Eagle River?
Iris:
...
Phoenix:
It would have been much easier than dragging it all the way to Hazakura Temple.
Iris:
I thought that it would still cast too much suspicion on Mystic Maya... That's why I tried to take the body as far away as possible...
Godot:
Ha...! Makes perfect sense to me! ...For the time being. Anyway... What did you do after you crossed the bridge?
Present Weather Data after adding statement
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...You claim that the snow had already stopped when the murder occurred."
Iris:
Then I used the snowmobile to carry it back to Hazakura Temple and...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The snowmobile? (I knew that would show up sooner or later...)
Iris:
...Yes, I had the key. I used the snowmobile to travel from Hazakura Temple to Dusky Bridge.
Phoenix:
(This is the part that was in question the other day. Should I ask for more details...?)
Forget it
Phoenix:
(...Forget it, there's plenty of other things to go after in this testimony. Iris had the key to the snowmobile. There's nothing strange about that...)
Judge:
Very well then, let's continue with the testimony. So you transported the body by snowmobile... ...all the way to the Hazakura Temple Courtyard?
Iris:
Yes. I thought that way, Mystic Maya would never be suspected. That's what I thought, anyway. And then I...
Leads back to cross-examination
About the snowmobile
Phoenix:
Let me hear more about this snowmobile ride.
Iris:
Well, it was very cold that night... So I rode it all the way to the foot of the bridge.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
I'm sorry, witness... But now, I've got a problem with your testimony.
Iris:
Excuse me?
Phoenix:
(Godot... What are you up to now?)
Godot:
That night... After the head nun left the remainder of the training to you... ...she said she walked from the Inner Temple back to Hazakura Temple.
Judge:
Yes... I'm fairly certain that's what the record indicates.
Godot:
Let's recall her comments on the subject...
Bikini:
Maybe... But, when I made it back to Hazakura Temple... ...it was there, by the Main Gate... The snowmobile, I mean.
Godot:
...The snowmobile was in front of the Main Gate. This is one of those contradictions, wouldn't you say?
Iris:
...!
Judge:
Or-Order! ...Mr. Godot! Wh-Why are you pointing out contradictions in the witness's testimony!?
Godot:
...Let's just say I like things to be neat and tidy, OK?
Iris:
Umm... Well... Maybe... S-Sister Bikini missed it. Yes, maybe she didn't see it.
Phoenix:
You think she missed it...? (That doesn't sound right...)
Godot:
Ha...! Whatever. Even I don't think this is decisive enough to warrant any more time or effort. It's just... You'd better be careful in your testimony. That's all I wanted to say. A smart little cookie like you shouldn't have any trouble understanding that.
Iris:
Y-Yes, sir.
Phoenix:
(What was that all about...? Why would Godot want to give me a hint...!?)
Judge:
Very well then, let's continue with the testimony. So you transported the body by snowmobile... ...all the way to the Hazakura Temple Courtyard?
Iris:
Yes. I thought that way, Mystic Maya would never be suspected. That's what I thought, anyway. And then I...
Leads back to cross-examination
About the tracks
Phoenix:
If you really did move her body by snowmobile... ...then there should be tracks left in the snow, right?
Judge:
Well yes, naturally you would expect tracks.
Phoenix:
This picture was presented at yesterday's trial... ...Are these the tracks from that ride?
Iris:
Y-Yes... I think they are.
Phoenix:
But... I can only see one set of tracks here.
Iris:
...I don't see what's so strange about that. Snow was still falling when I left Hazakura Temple.
Judge:
I see... Snow was still falling, huh?
Iris:
And then when the murder took place, it had already stopped. That's why there are such fresh-looking tracks.
Judge:
Hmm...
Before adding seventh statement
Judge:
How about it, Mr. Wright? What do you think about this testimony...?
It's very important.
Phoenix:
(When the murder took place, the snow had already stopped...? That doesn't make sense if you stack it up against the other evidence.) ...Your Honor! I'd like the statement Iris just made added to the testimony!
Judge:
B-But... Does it have something to do with the case?
Phoenix:
All will be made clear if you allow her statement to be added to the record.
Godot:
Ha...! This should be fun! You. Let's get this snow business cleared up, shall we?
Iris:
Y-Yes, sir...
Adds statement "By the time the murder took place, the snow had already stopped."
It's not important.
Phoenix:
(Nothing I've heard sounds strange at all. I'd better not get too worked up about it...) ...I'm fine, Your Honor. I have no problems with her testimony.
Judge:
Very well then, let's continue with the testimony. So you transported the body by snowmobile... ...all the way to the Hazakura Temple Courtyard?
Iris:
Yes. I thought that way, Mystic Maya would never be suspected. That's what I thought, anyway. And then I...
Leads back to cross-examination
After adding seventh statement
Judge:
Very well then, let's continue with the testimony. So you transported the body by snowmobile... ...all the way to the Hazakura Temple Courtyard?
Iris:
Yes. I thought that way, Mystic Maya would never be suspected. That's what I thought, anyway. And then I...
Leads back to cross-examination
Iris:
...I used the Shichishito to alter the way the wound looked.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Is that what you were doing when Sister Bikini saw you?
Iris:
Y-Yes, th-that's right... She probably thought the worst...
Phoenix:
("Probably"...? More like "definitely".)
Judge:
Hmm... I see... So Sister Bikini mistakenly thought you were the one that murdered Ms. Deauxnim...
Iris:
...I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. It's my fault that this case has gotten so confusing.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Iris:
By the time the murder took place, the snow had already stopped.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
There have been a lot of contradictions in your testimony so far. This time... are you sure it's all true?
Iris:
...Y-Yes. I am.
Phoenix:
When the murder happened, the snow had already stopped. According to you, that's why the snowmobile tracks were so clear...
Iris:
Th-That's right! I'm certain of it!
Phoenix:
(I think I've trapped her this time.)
Godot:
... I see how you think... Snow, huh...
Judge:
Wh-What is going on here?
Phoenix:
(If the snow really had stopped by the time of the murder... ...it'd mean there's a bigger hole in her story than that movie The Grid: Revelations!)
Godot:
Ha...! Well then, Mr. Trite, perhaps you'd like to share your theory with us? Let's see what's up your sleeve... or rather, at the end of your index finger!
Iris:
...?
Phoenix:
(I don't want to believe it, but I don't think my logic is failing me... ...Iris is trying to pin the murder on Maya! But why would she want to do that...? There's only one reason I can think of...)
Phoenix:
...You claim that the snow had already stopped when the murder occurred. But I'm sorry, Iris. That just isn't possible.
Iris:
What...!?
Phoenix:
This is the weather data from the night of the murder. According to this, the snow didn't stop until 10:50 PM. But you couldn't have crossed Dusky Bridge at that time.
Iris:
W-Why do you say that!?
Phoenix:
Because 5 minutes before the snow stopped... ...Dusky Bridge was struck by lightning and had caught on fire.
Iris:
What did you say!? Th-The bridge... It was on fire...?
Judge:
You don't mean to say... you didn't know about it? It was because of that lightning strike that the bridge burned down!
Iris:
Whaaaaaat!? But it can't... It can't be...!
Phoenix:
It looks like you still haven't figured it out. No matter how hard you try to deceive or conceal the truth... ...you can't pull the wool over the eyes of a real defense attorney!
Iris:
...Nooooooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Phoenix:
The bridge was already on fire when the incident took place. That's right! The Inner Temple was already totally cut off from the outside world! There's no way she could have crossed the bridge, body or no body!
Iris:
Uh... Aaaaaaaah!
Judge:
Witness! Even my patience has its limits. Any further lying and I will find you in contempt of court! Do you have anything to say for yourself!?
Iris:
Ugggh...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
The only person here that is truly contemptible is you... ...old man!
Judge:
......... Me!? How dare you!?
Godot:
Whether this witness lied or not doesn't mean squat right now.
Phoenix:
S-S-Squat!?
Godot:
The important thing now is to find out the truth. ...Isn't that right?
Judge:
Y-Yes, of course. But...
Godot:
Whether it was snowing, or not snowing, or whether the bridge was burning or not... There are 2 facts that can't be disputed. First, the body of Elise Deauxnim was discovered in the Hazakura Temple Courtyard. And second, the head nun, Sister Bikini... ...witnessed Iris desecrating Elise Deauxnim's body!
Phoenix:
...! (H-He makes a good point... on both accounts.)
Iris:
Th-That's right! I'm not lying!
Judge:
What are you claiming this time!?
Iris:
I wasn't myself at all that night. ...So my memory is still somewhat hazy!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You have stood at that witness stand and testified this entire time! Are you telling us now that your memory of that night is hazy...?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
It is only human to err. If you're so perfect, Trite, maybe you can explain this for the court?
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it...?
Godot:
When the murder happened, the bridge had already burnt down. But somehow the body traveled across the bridge and was found in the temple courtyard. Perhaps you have some kind of perfect explanation for this little magic trick?
Phoenix:
Ugh...! Well not exactly, no... (I know there must be some other way she got across that burnt-out bridge. But unless I can somehow demonstrate it... We'll never know the truth!)
Judge:
It looks like the defense is not prepared to offer a suitable explanation...
Godot:
You see what I mean? In other words... You're in no position to suggest that this lady's testimony isn't the truth!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaack!
Judge:
Alright then. Witness, let's hear your testimony once more.
Iris:
About what, Your Honor?
Judge:
You've admitted that you moved the victim's body. Nevertheless, your prior testimony contained a rather large inconsistency. ...Please add an explanation for that to your testimony.
Iris:
Yes, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(...Will this be her final testimony...!?)
Godot:
...
Witness Testimony
-- Moving the Body --
Iris:
Other than walking over the bridge, there's no way to move the body.
So I... must have just... gotten confused, I guess.
Was the snow still falling or had it stopped...? Does it really matter that much?
Or are you saying that there is a way to cross a burning bridge?
Judge:
Hmm... So it was just a misunderstanding, I see.
Godot:
This is a photo of Dusky Bridge after it burned down from the lightning blast. It was taken on the morning after the incident.
Judge:
It certainly was burned to a crisp... And one of the suspension wires is gone... It's amazing the whole bridge didn't fall. Clearly it would be impossible to carry a corpse across a bridge in this condition.
Dusky Bridge Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Unless I do something to discredit this testimony... ...it's going to be deemed as the  truth... ...and Maya will be  accused of murder!)
Godot:
Trite. I'm only going to say it one more time.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
It is only human to err. And... ...only humans can spot the errors of our ways.
Phoenix:
(The more sense he makes, the less sense he makes...)
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright! Please begin your final cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Moving the Body --
Iris:
Other than walking over the bridge, there's no way to move the body.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Yes, but if the snow had already stopped when the incident took place...
Iris:
I couldn't have crossed the bridge. ...Naturally.
Phoenix:
...!
Iris:
But... I think it's just like Mr. Godot said... The body did make it across somehow...
Present Larry's Sketch
Phoenix:
Objection!
First time
Phoenix:
A dead body flying over a burning bridge... I wouldn't exactly rule out the possibility.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
Ha...! You're saying it's possible? Don't make me laugh. The only thing that's possible about your claim is that it's been pulled out of thin air!
Phoenix:
I don't know about that. In any case... We have a witness who did see it happen.
Godot:
...Pwweposterous!
Judge:
Wh-Who is it!? Who is this witness!?
Phoenix:
(I can't chicken out here... I've gotta keep on the attack and go, go, go!) Ms. Elise Deauxnim's brilliant and highly-gifted apprentice, Laurice Deauxnim!
Judge:
Brilliant...?
Godot:
Highly-gifted...?
Iris:
Apprentice...?
Phoenix:
...Remember what he said in his testimony. That night he was at the mountain shack, Heavenly Hall. And that's when he witnessed the event. I think you've all seen this sketch before! It's an exact drawing of what he witnessed that night!
Iris:
...
Godot:
......
Judge:
......... ...Are you serious? Today's not April Fools' Day, is it? Mr. Wright. Are you seriously claiming that the victim flew through the air!? And you're using this pathetic scribble to support your argument!?
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh... The judge looks like he's about to blow a gasket.)
Godot:
Ha...! Well, Trite. There's nowhere for you to hide now... Other than looking like it was drawn by a 6 year old, does this sketch prove anything?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes... I'm pretty sure it does, and I'm going to prove it!
Godot:
Listen... I know your tricks. You're trying to turn this whole thing upside-down.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
If you're so eager to turn this case upside-down, why not start with this sketch?
Phoenix:
(Upside-down...? Why did Godot say that...?)
Leads to:
"...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory."
Subsequent times
Phoenix:
It all comes back to this!
Judge:
I can't believe we're looking at this again...
Phoenix:
I admit that I didn't really understand it before... But I get it now! That's why I believe this sketch shows the truth!
Judge:
...Very well.
Leads to:
"...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory."
Judge:
...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory. What exactly is this sketch trying to show?
Phoenix:
(I don't think old whisker-face is going to forgive any more mistakes! Alright, Phoenix. Look carefully and think it over!) This sketch drawn by Laurice Deauxnim is...
evidence of nothing.
Phoenix:
This sketch proves exactly one thing! ...Absolutely nothing!
Judge:
... I've been a judge for a long time now... But I've never seen a defense lawyer so brazenly admit the flimsiness of their evidence! I must say it was quite refreshing in a strange way.
Godot:
Times change, Your Honor. ...Like they say, you are quite the old man, Old Man.
Phoenix:
(...I have a feeling my own life span just got shorter.)
Godot:
Allow me to speed you along the aging process, Trite!
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
a complete contradiction.
Leads to:
"Something is obviously funny about this sketch!"
exactly what happened.
Phoenix:
Of course the victim was flying through the air! You can see it right there in the sketch! ...Whooooosh!
Judge:
... You know... You're starting to remind me of yesterday's witness.
Phoenix:
Whhhhhhhaaaaa!? (That was the last thing I wanted to hear...)
Judge:
Do you have any evidence that the victim flew through the air!?
Godot:
Just so you know... We haven't discovered a giant human catapult at the Inner Temple yet.
Phoenix:
(Uggh... I wish they had.)
Godot:
Even if you're a lousy lawyer, at least you're one cup's worth of entertainment. I think we should skip the penalty this time.
Phoenix:
Nnnnrgh... (There must be some way. I just know it... There must be a way to use Larry's sketch to show the truth of what happened...)
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
Something is obviously funny about this sketch!
Judge:
... I'm no art critic, but even I can see that!
Phoenix:
No, no! That's not what I mean, Your Honor. Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over... That this sketch was exactly as he saw it. ...However! If we're to believe his testimony... ...then the sketch contradicts reality as we know it.
Iris:
It contradicts reality...?
Godot:
Ha...! This is getting interesting. Looks like you're back to that finger-pointing thing again. OK, Trite. So what exactly contradicts reality as we know it?
Present suspension wires
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's this wire connected to the bridge!"
Present flying figure
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This flying figure, naturally! After all, people haven't learned to fly yet... Or did I miss something?
Iris:
...
Godot:
...
Judge:
...
Iris:
...Mr. Wright. That answer just now... It was lethal.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! After dragging us all the way to this point, that answer was embarrassing!
Judge:
It was so embarrassing, I'm actually blushing.
Phoenix:
(Blushing only suits women, not the elderly. Anyway, what now...?)
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Point to something else
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me one more chance! (I'm in a tight spot now... What I really need to do is turn this case upside-down... So it's time for me to flip things around and get them straight again in my head...)
Judge:
...Do you know what you're saying this time?
Leads back to:
"Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I believe it's somewhere... around here... Maybe.
Godot:
"Somewhere"...?
Judge:
"Around here"...?
Iris:
"Maybe"...?
Phoenix:
... Well, the artist responsible for this sketch is a bit of a walking contradiction. So it's difficult to point out where the contradictions end and the truth begins...
Judge:
Enough with the psycho-babble! Mr. Wright! After dragging us all the way to this point, that answer was embarrassing! It was so embarrassing, I'm actually blushing.
Phoenix:
(Blushing only suits women, not the elderly. Anyway, what now...?)
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Point to something else
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me one more chance! (I'm in a tight spot now... What I really need to do is turn this case upside-down... So it's time for me to flip things around and get them straight again in my head...)
Judge:
...Do you know what you're saying this time?
Leads back to:
"Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over..."
Phoenix:
It's this wire connected to the bridge!
Judge:
...The wire?
Godot:
Ha...! Is that the thing that contradicts reality?
Phoenix:
It is indeed.
Godot:
Then show us the reality it supposedly conflicts with. Show us something that will point out how the sketch contradicts reality!
Present Dusky Bridge Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That's a photo of Dusky Bridge, correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
...Here's your evidence!
Godot:
Trite... It looks like the only piece of reality you have is that poorly drawn sketch.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
And the only thing flying away here is your chance of winning this case!
Phoenix:
(I guess I just don't get it yet. I still don't understand what the truth behind this sketch is.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? If you want to think it over, now is your chance.
Present another piece
Phoenix:
(I'm still not too sure... But I'm certain I'm in the right ballpark! Somehow this wire is the key to explaining things!)
Godot:
Ha...!
Leads back to:
"Then show us the reality it supposedly conflicts with."
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Iris:
So I... must have just... gotten confused, I guess.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But you seemed to be quite sure of yourself when you gave your testimony! You said you were sure the snow had already stopped.
Iris:
I'm terribly sorry... I was wrong.
Phoenix:
...
Iris:
...
Phoenix:
(Does she really think an apology is going to get her off the hook?)
Present Larry's Sketch
Phoenix:
Objection!
First time
Phoenix:
A dead body flying over a burning bridge... I wouldn't exactly rule out the possibility.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
Ha...! You're saying it's possible? Don't make me laugh. The only thing that's possible about your claim is that it's been pulled out of thin air!
Phoenix:
I don't know about that. In any case... We have a witness who did see it happen.
Godot:
...Pwweposterous!
Judge:
Wh-Who is it!? Who is this witness!?
Phoenix:
(I can't chicken out here... I've gotta keep on the attack and go, go, go!) Ms. Elise Deauxnim's brilliant and highly-gifted apprentice, Laurice Deauxnim!
Judge:
Brilliant...?
Godot:
Highly-gifted...?
Iris:
Apprentice...?
Phoenix:
...Remember what he said in his testimony. That night he was at the mountain shack, Heavenly Hall. And that's when he witnessed the event. I think you've all seen this sketch before! It's an exact drawing of what he witnessed that night!
Iris:
...
Godot:
......
Judge:
......... ...Are you serious? Today's not April Fools' Day, is it? Mr. Wright. Are you seriously claiming that the victim flew through the air!? And you're using this pathetic scribble to support your argument!?
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh... The judge looks like he's about to blow a gasket.)
Godot:
Ha...! Well, Trite. There's nowhere for you to hide now... Other than looking like it was drawn by a 6 year old, does this sketch prove anything?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes... I'm pretty sure it does, and I'm going to prove it!
Godot:
Listen... I know your tricks. You're trying to turn this whole thing upside-down.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
If you're so eager to turn this case upside-down, why not start with this sketch?
Phoenix:
(Upside-down...? Why did Godot say that...?)
Leads to:
"...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory."
Subsequent times
Phoenix:
It all comes back to this!
Judge:
I can't believe we're looking at this again...
Phoenix:
I admit that I didn't really understand it before... But I get it now! That's why I believe this sketch shows the truth!
Judge:
...Very well.
Leads to:
"...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory."
Judge:
...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory. What exactly is this sketch trying to show?
Phoenix:
(I don't think old whisker-face is going to forgive any more mistakes! Alright, Phoenix. Look carefully and think it over!) This sketch drawn by Laurice Deauxnim is...
evidence of nothing.
Phoenix:
This sketch proves exactly one thing! ...Absolutely nothing!
Judge:
... I've been a judge for a long time now... But I've never seen a defense lawyer so brazenly admit the flimsiness of their evidence! I must say it was quite refreshing in a strange way.
Godot:
Times change, Your Honor. ...Like they say, you are quite the old man, Old Man.
Phoenix:
(...I have a feeling my own life span just got shorter.)
Godot:
Allow me to speed you along the aging process, Trite!
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
a complete contradiction.
Leads to:
"Something is obviously funny about this sketch!"
exactly what happened.
Phoenix:
Of course the victim was flying through the air! You can see it right there in the sketch! ...Whooooosh!
Judge:
... You know... You're starting to remind me of yesterday's witness.
Phoenix:
Whhhhhhhaaaaa!? (That was the last thing I wanted to hear...)
Judge:
Do you have any evidence that the victim flew through the air!?
Godot:
Just so you know... We haven't discovered a giant human catapult at the Inner Temple yet.
Phoenix:
(Uggh... I wish they had.)
Godot:
Even if you're a lousy lawyer, at least you're one cup's worth of entertainment. I think we should skip the penalty this time.
Phoenix:
Nnnnrgh... (There must be some way. I just know it... There must be a way to use Larry's sketch to show the truth of what happened...)
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
Something is obviously funny about this sketch!
Judge:
... I'm no art critic, but even I can see that!
Phoenix:
No, no! That's not what I mean, Your Honor. Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over... That this sketch was exactly as he saw it. ...However! If we're to believe his testimony... ...then the sketch contradicts reality as we know it.
Iris:
It contradicts reality...?
Godot:
Ha...! This is getting interesting. Looks like you're back to that finger-pointing thing again. OK, Trite. So what exactly contradicts reality as we know it?
Present suspension wires
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's this wire connected to the bridge!"
Present flying figure
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This flying figure, naturally! After all, people haven't learned to fly yet... Or did I miss something?
Iris:
...
Godot:
...
Judge:
...
Iris:
...Mr. Wright. That answer just now... It was lethal.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! After dragging us all the way to this point, that answer was embarrassing!
Judge:
It was so embarrassing, I'm actually blushing.
Phoenix:
(Blushing only suits women, not the elderly. Anyway, what now...?)
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Point to something else
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me one more chance! (I'm in a tight spot now... What I really need to do is turn this case upside-down... So it's time for me to flip things around and get them straight again in my head...)
Judge:
...Do you know what you're saying this time?
Leads back to:
"Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I believe it's somewhere... around here... Maybe.
Godot:
"Somewhere"...?
Judge:
"Around here"...?
Iris:
"Maybe"...?
Phoenix:
... Well, the artist responsible for this sketch is a bit of a walking contradiction. So it's difficult to point out where the contradictions end and the truth begins...
Judge:
Enough with the psycho-babble! Mr. Wright! After dragging us all the way to this point, that answer was embarrassing! It was so embarrassing, I'm actually blushing.
Phoenix:
(Blushing only suits women, not the elderly. Anyway, what now...?)
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Point to something else
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me one more chance! (I'm in a tight spot now... What I really need to do is turn this case upside-down... So it's time for me to flip things around and get them straight again in my head...)
Judge:
...Do you know what you're saying this time?
Leads back to:
"Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over..."
Phoenix:
It's this wire connected to the bridge!
Judge:
...The wire?
Godot:
Ha...! Is that the thing that contradicts reality?
Phoenix:
It is indeed.
Godot:
Then show us the reality it supposedly conflicts with. Show us something that will point out how the sketch contradicts reality!
Present Dusky Bridge Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That's a photo of Dusky Bridge, correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
...Here's your evidence!
Godot:
Trite... It looks like the only piece of reality you have is that poorly drawn sketch.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
And the only thing flying away here is your chance of winning this case!
Phoenix:
(I guess I just don't get it yet. I still don't understand what the truth behind this sketch is.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? If you want to think it over, now is your chance.
Present another piece
Phoenix:
(I'm still not too sure... But I'm certain I'm in the right ballpark! Somehow this wire is the key to explaining things!)
Godot:
Ha...!
Leads back to:
"Then show us the reality it supposedly conflicts with."
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Iris:
Was the snow still falling or had it stopped...? Does it really matter that much?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
This is no joke! You're giving sworn testimony in a court of law!
Iris:
Well, Mr. Wright... Let me ask you a question. Do you remember what the weather was like one week ago today?
Phoenix:
Huh...!? W-Well, I... Naturally, it was, umm... ............
Iris:
You see? It's not that easy to remember, is it?
Phoenix:
...B-But if it had been some kind of a special day, I would have remembered! For example, it was pouring rain on the day of my elementary school graduation!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
No one wants to hear about your childhood traumas, Trite.
Phoenix:
What...!?
Godot:
"By the time the murder took place, the snow had already stopped." If you insist on obsessing over that one statement, let's see the proof. Show some evidence that the body somehow crossed the bridge while it was on fire!
Present Larry's Sketch
Phoenix:
Objection!
First time
Phoenix:
A dead body flying over a burning bridge... I wouldn't exactly rule out the possibility.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
Ha...! You're saying it's possible? Don't make me laugh. The only thing that's possible about your claim is that it's been pulled out of thin air!
Phoenix:
I don't know about that. In any case... We have a witness who did see it happen.
Godot:
...Pwweposterous!
Judge:
Wh-Who is it!? Who is this witness!?
Phoenix:
(I can't chicken out here... I've gotta keep on the attack and go, go, go!) Ms. Elise Deauxnim's brilliant and highly-gifted apprentice, Laurice Deauxnim!
Judge:
Brilliant...?
Godot:
Highly-gifted...?
Iris:
Apprentice...?
Phoenix:
...Remember what he said in his testimony. That night he was at the mountain shack, Heavenly Hall. And that's when he witnessed the event. I think you've all seen this sketch before! It's an exact drawing of what he witnessed that night!
Iris:
...
Godot:
......
Judge:
......... ...Are you serious? Today's not April Fools' Day, is it? Mr. Wright. Are you seriously claiming that the victim flew through the air!? And you're using this pathetic scribble to support your argument!?
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh... The judge looks like he's about to blow a gasket.)
Godot:
Ha...! Well, Trite. There's nowhere for you to hide now... Other than looking like it was drawn by a 6 year old, does this sketch prove anything?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes... I'm pretty sure it does, and I'm going to prove it!
Godot:
Listen... I know your tricks. You're trying to turn this whole thing upside-down.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
If you're so eager to turn this case upside-down, why not start with this sketch?
Phoenix:
(Upside-down...? Why did Godot say that...?)
Leads to:
"...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory."
Subsequent times
Phoenix:
It all comes back to this!
Judge:
I can't believe we're looking at this again...
Phoenix:
I admit that I didn't really understand it before... But I get it now! That's why I believe this sketch shows the truth!
Judge:
...Very well.
Leads to:
"...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory."
Judge:
...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory. What exactly is this sketch trying to show?
Phoenix:
(I don't think old whisker-face is going to forgive any more mistakes! Alright, Phoenix. Look carefully and think it over!) This sketch drawn by Laurice Deauxnim is...
evidence of nothing.
Phoenix:
This sketch proves exactly one thing! ...Absolutely nothing!
Judge:
... I've been a judge for a long time now... But I've never seen a defense lawyer so brazenly admit the flimsiness of their evidence! I must say it was quite refreshing in a strange way.
Godot:
Times change, Your Honor. ...Like they say, you are quite the old man, Old Man.
Phoenix:
(...I have a feeling my own life span just got shorter.)
Godot:
Allow me to speed you along the aging process, Trite!
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
a complete contradiction.
Leads to:
"Something is obviously funny about this sketch!"
exactly what happened.
Phoenix:
Of course the victim was flying through the air! You can see it right there in the sketch! ...Whooooosh!
Judge:
... You know... You're starting to remind me of yesterday's witness.
Phoenix:
Whhhhhhhaaaaa!? (That was the last thing I wanted to hear...)
Judge:
Do you have any evidence that the victim flew through the air!?
Godot:
Just so you know... We haven't discovered a giant human catapult at the Inner Temple yet.
Phoenix:
(Uggh... I wish they had.)
Godot:
Even if you're a lousy lawyer, at least you're one cup's worth of entertainment. I think we should skip the penalty this time.
Phoenix:
Nnnnrgh... (There must be some way. I just know it... There must be a way to use Larry's sketch to show the truth of what happened...)
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
Something is obviously funny about this sketch!
Judge:
... I'm no art critic, but even I can see that!
Phoenix:
No, no! That's not what I mean, Your Honor. Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over... That this sketch was exactly as he saw it. ...However! If we're to believe his testimony... ...then the sketch contradicts reality as we know it.
Iris:
It contradicts reality...?
Godot:
Ha...! This is getting interesting. Looks like you're back to that finger-pointing thing again. OK, Trite. So what exactly contradicts reality as we know it?
Present suspension wires
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's this wire connected to the bridge!"
Present flying figure
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This flying figure, naturally! After all, people haven't learned to fly yet... Or did I miss something?
Iris:
...
Godot:
...
Judge:
...
Iris:
...Mr. Wright. That answer just now... It was lethal.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! After dragging us all the way to this point, that answer was embarrassing!
Judge:
It was so embarrassing, I'm actually blushing.
Phoenix:
(Blushing only suits women, not the elderly. Anyway, what now...?)
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Point to something else
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me one more chance! (I'm in a tight spot now... What I really need to do is turn this case upside-down... So it's time for me to flip things around and get them straight again in my head...)
Judge:
...Do you know what you're saying this time?
Leads back to:
"Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I believe it's somewhere... around here... Maybe.
Godot:
"Somewhere"...?
Judge:
"Around here"...?
Iris:
"Maybe"...?
Phoenix:
... Well, the artist responsible for this sketch is a bit of a walking contradiction. So it's difficult to point out where the contradictions end and the truth begins...
Judge:
Enough with the psycho-babble! Mr. Wright! After dragging us all the way to this point, that answer was embarrassing! It was so embarrassing, I'm actually blushing.
Phoenix:
(Blushing only suits women, not the elderly. Anyway, what now...?)
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Point to something else
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me one more chance! (I'm in a tight spot now... What I really need to do is turn this case upside-down... So it's time for me to flip things around and get them straight again in my head...)
Judge:
...Do you know what you're saying this time?
Leads back to:
"Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over..."
Phoenix:
It's this wire connected to the bridge!
Judge:
...The wire?
Godot:
Ha...! Is that the thing that contradicts reality?
Phoenix:
It is indeed.
Godot:
Then show us the reality it supposedly conflicts with. Show us something that will point out how the sketch contradicts reality!
Present Dusky Bridge Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That's a photo of Dusky Bridge, correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
...Here's your evidence!
Godot:
Trite... It looks like the only piece of reality you have is that poorly drawn sketch.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
And the only thing flying away here is your chance of winning this case!
Phoenix:
(I guess I just don't get it yet. I still don't understand what the truth behind this sketch is.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? If you want to think it over, now is your chance.
Present another piece
Phoenix:
(I'm still not too sure... But I'm certain I'm in the right ballpark! Somehow this wire is the key to explaining things!)
Godot:
Ha...!
Leads back to:
"Then show us the reality it supposedly conflicts with."
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Iris:
Or are you saying that there is a way to cross a burning bridge?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...Well, I don't see why there couldn't be a way across!
Iris:
Mr. Wright... Don't you think that sounds a bit silly?
Phoenix:
...!
Iris:
A dead body crossing a burning bridge... Did anyone actually witness such a thing...?
Godot:
Ha...! If there was, I don't think you'd call someone like that a witness! After all, a dream isn't the same as actually seeing something...
Present Larry's Sketch
Phoenix:
Objection!
First time
Phoenix:
A dead body flying over a burning bridge... I wouldn't exactly rule out the possibility.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
Ha...! You're saying it's possible? Don't make me laugh. The only thing that's possible about your claim is that it's been pulled out of thin air!
Phoenix:
I don't know about that. In any case... We have a witness who did see it happen.
Godot:
...Pwweposterous!
Judge:
Wh-Who is it!? Who is this witness!?
Phoenix:
(I can't chicken out here... I've gotta keep on the attack and go, go, go!) Ms. Elise Deauxnim's brilliant and highly-gifted apprentice, Laurice Deauxnim!
Judge:
Brilliant...?
Godot:
Highly-gifted...?
Iris:
Apprentice...?
Phoenix:
...Remember what he said in his testimony. That night he was at the mountain shack, Heavenly Hall. And that's when he witnessed the event. I think you've all seen this sketch before! It's an exact drawing of what he witnessed that night!
Iris:
...
Godot:
......
Judge:
......... ...Are you serious? Today's not April Fools' Day, is it? Mr. Wright. Are you seriously claiming that the victim flew through the air!? And you're using this pathetic scribble to support your argument!?
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh... The judge looks like he's about to blow a gasket.)
Godot:
Ha...! Well, Trite. There's nowhere for you to hide now... Other than looking like it was drawn by a 6 year old, does this sketch prove anything?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes... I'm pretty sure it does, and I'm going to prove it!
Godot:
Listen... I know your tricks. You're trying to turn this whole thing upside-down.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
If you're so eager to turn this case upside-down, why not start with this sketch?
Phoenix:
(Upside-down...? Why did Godot say that...?)
Leads to:
"...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory."
Subsequent times
Phoenix:
It all comes back to this!
Judge:
I can't believe we're looking at this again...
Phoenix:
I admit that I didn't really understand it before... But I get it now! That's why I believe this sketch shows the truth!
Judge:
...Very well.
Leads to:
"...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory."
Judge:
...Alright then, let's hear the defense's theory. What exactly is this sketch trying to show?
Phoenix:
(I don't think old whisker-face is going to forgive any more mistakes! Alright, Phoenix. Look carefully and think it over!) This sketch drawn by Laurice Deauxnim is...
evidence of nothing.
Phoenix:
This sketch proves exactly one thing! ...Absolutely nothing!
Judge:
... I've been a judge for a long time now... But I've never seen a defense lawyer so brazenly admit the flimsiness of their evidence! I must say it was quite refreshing in a strange way.
Godot:
Times change, Your Honor. ...Like they say, you are quite the old man, Old Man.
Phoenix:
(...I have a feeling my own life span just got shorter.)
Godot:
Allow me to speed you along the aging process, Trite!
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
a complete contradiction.
Leads to:
"Something is obviously funny about this sketch!"
exactly what happened.
Phoenix:
Of course the victim was flying through the air! You can see it right there in the sketch! ...Whooooosh!
Judge:
... You know... You're starting to remind me of yesterday's witness.
Phoenix:
Whhhhhhhaaaaa!? (That was the last thing I wanted to hear...)
Judge:
Do you have any evidence that the victim flew through the air!?
Godot:
Just so you know... We haven't discovered a giant human catapult at the Inner Temple yet.
Phoenix:
(Uggh... I wish they had.)
Godot:
Even if you're a lousy lawyer, at least you're one cup's worth of entertainment. I think we should skip the penalty this time.
Phoenix:
Nnnnrgh... (There must be some way. I just know it... There must be a way to use Larry's sketch to show the truth of what happened...)
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
Something is obviously funny about this sketch!
Judge:
... I'm no art critic, but even I can see that!
Phoenix:
No, no! That's not what I mean, Your Honor. Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over... That this sketch was exactly as he saw it. ...However! If we're to believe his testimony... ...then the sketch contradicts reality as we know it.
Iris:
It contradicts reality...?
Godot:
Ha...! This is getting interesting. Looks like you're back to that finger-pointing thing again. OK, Trite. So what exactly contradicts reality as we know it?
Present suspension wires
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's this wire connected to the bridge!"
Present flying figure
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This flying figure, naturally! After all, people haven't learned to fly yet... Or did I miss something?
Iris:
...
Godot:
...
Judge:
...
Iris:
...Mr. Wright. That answer just now... It was lethal.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! After dragging us all the way to this point, that answer was embarrassing!
Judge:
It was so embarrassing, I'm actually blushing.
Phoenix:
(Blushing only suits women, not the elderly. Anyway, what now...?)
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Point to something else
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me one more chance! (I'm in a tight spot now... What I really need to do is turn this case upside-down... So it's time for me to flip things around and get them straight again in my head...)
Judge:
...Do you know what you're saying this time?
Leads back to:
"Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I believe it's somewhere... around here... Maybe.
Godot:
"Somewhere"...?
Judge:
"Around here"...?
Iris:
"Maybe"...?
Phoenix:
... Well, the artist responsible for this sketch is a bit of a walking contradiction. So it's difficult to point out where the contradictions end and the truth begins...
Judge:
Enough with the psycho-babble! Mr. Wright! After dragging us all the way to this point, that answer was embarrassing! It was so embarrassing, I'm actually blushing.
Phoenix:
(Blushing only suits women, not the elderly. Anyway, what now...?)
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Point to something else
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me one more chance! (I'm in a tight spot now... What I really need to do is turn this case upside-down... So it's time for me to flip things around and get them straight again in my head...)
Judge:
...Do you know what you're saying this time?
Leads back to:
"Laurice Deauxnim stated it over and over..."
Phoenix:
It's this wire connected to the bridge!
Judge:
...The wire?
Godot:
Ha...! Is that the thing that contradicts reality?
Phoenix:
It is indeed.
Godot:
Then show us the reality it supposedly conflicts with. Show us something that will point out how the sketch contradicts reality!
Present Dusky Bridge Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That's a photo of Dusky Bridge, correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
...Here's your evidence!
Godot:
Trite... It looks like the only piece of reality you have is that poorly drawn sketch.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
And the only thing flying away here is your chance of winning this case!
Phoenix:
(I guess I just don't get it yet. I still don't understand what the truth behind this sketch is.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? If you want to think it over, now is your chance.
Present another piece
Phoenix:
(I'm still not too sure... But I'm certain I'm in the right ballpark! Somehow this wire is the key to explaining things!)
Godot:
Ha...!
Leads back to:
"Then show us the reality it supposedly conflicts with."
Rethink things
Phoenix:
I've decided to rethink the whole thing.
Judge:
That sounds like a wise idea.
Godot:
Rethinking why you became a lawyer? Perhaps you'd like to rethink merely being born!
Phoenix:
No, no! I'm not going that far back...
Judge:
Alright then! The witness will now return to her testimony!
Iris:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
(I've come all this way, so I owe it to everyone to figure this out... But how do you transport a body across a burning bridge...? Even if I don't know the exact answer yet, it's OK. I'll start by examining all of my evidence, and see where that takes me... I've gotta be like a shark... If I don't keep moving, I'm as good as dead!)
Judge:
That's a photo of Dusky Bridge, correct?
Phoenix:
Yes. Now, compare the sketch and the photo for a minute. In the sketch, the wires appear to be above the guard wires. But on the actual Dusky Bridge...
Judge:
Jumping Jehosaphat!
Phoenix:
The wires are... below the guard wires!
Godot:
...Bwhaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! This sketch is somewhat different than what's depicted in the photo! However... Isn't it likely that the artist just saw it wrong?
Iris:
Or perhaps he just drew it wrong!
Godot:
Either way, it sounds like you're... just wrong!
Phoenix:
...With someone like Laurice, I admit a mistake is a definite possibility. But then that begs the question... "Why did he make a mistake?" What was the reason?
Godot:
...Are you saying you know the answer to that?
Phoenix:
Listen! Think back, alright? Remember what Laurice was doing when he witnessed this event. ...He was at Heavenly Hall waiting for a lover that was never going to come. He waited and waited, and finally he laid down. ...But then! Lightning shoots from the sky and sets the bridge aflame! Now ponder what sort of position Larry must have been in at the time... He was lying on his back, which is why he remembered the scene the way he did.
Judge:
... He was lying on his back...? I can't see how it relates...
Phoenix:
But it does, Your Honor. That is the reason why the wires in the sketch go up instead of down...
Judge:
Aaaaaah!
Godot:
Ugh... No way...!
Phoenix:
Laurice Deauxnim witnessed the event while he was lying on his back, face up. In other words, the scene that he saw... ...was actually upside-down!
Judge:
So then...! This sketch should actually...
Phoenix:
I think you finally get it, Your Honor. The correct way to view Laurice Deauxnim's sketch is like this! This is how it should actually look! The victim's body wasn't flying above the bridge! It was actually swinging below! ...That's right! Just like a pendulum!
Godot:
Bwwweeeediculous!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order--
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Of all the things to say! A pendulum!?
Phoenix:
...The bridge was burning to a crisp. There was no way to get across it. But if the body had been found at the Inner Temple, it would have caused problems. This is where the criminal decided to take a gamble. They used the burning bridge to get the body across to the other side. And a pendulum was the only way to get it done!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...Let's think about this for a minute, shall we? Dusky Bridge is about 20 yards long. Which means it's about that far from the Inner Temple to the opposite cliff.
Phoenix:
...Yes, that sounds right.
Godot:
In order to cover that distance with a pendulum... You'd need a rope at least 10 yards long. To get a rope that long, you have to plan ahead!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
(The lightning strike that night can only have been an accident. So it doesn't make sense that the criminal would have prepared the rope beforehand. So then, the criminal...) They didn't have to get the rope ready... The rope was already right in front of the criminal.
Godot:
What!?
Phoenix:
I'm saying that it was just a matter of using what was already there.
Judge:
In that case, Mr. Wright, please give us an explanation to support your theory. What makes you think the criminal had the rope on hand to create a pendulum!?
Present Dusky Bridge Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"And the meaning of this is...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
... What do you think, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
I think that Mr. Trite is lucky there's no rope around here...
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
Even if I had just a sliver of rope... ...I'd be wrapping it nice and tight around his neck.
Phoenix:
(I should have figured I'm not going to win this one with a lucky guess...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, your assertion seems to be baseless...
Judge:
There's no evidence that the body was swung like a pendulum after all...
Phoenix:
Wait! But that's the only possible way the body could have gotten across!
Leads back to:
"The rope was already right in front of the criminal."
Judge:
And the meaning of this is...?
Phoenix:
If you want to know where the rope came from... ...it's hanging right there in front of your glorious beard!
Judge:
Aaaaaaaah! This... This is one of the wires from the bridge!
Phoenix:
When the lightning struck the bridge and set it on fire... ...one of the suspension wires came loose from its anchor. The criminal didn't have any time to waste. So they tied the wire around Elise Deauxnim's body... ...because there was simply no other way to move the body!
Godot:
...... Ha......! *glug, glug, glug, glug, glug* *glug, glug, glug, glug, glug* *glug, glug, glug, glug, glug*
Judge:
Mr. Godot!? Hmm... It seems that Mr. Godot is more focused on his coffee than answering my question. It seems that the odds of a rope being readily available were very high. So I suppose that it's not an impossibility after all!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
"Possible" or "impossible"...? That's not the question we need to ask! There's only one question. "Did that really happen?" Trite! I wonder if you can prove what happened to us. Do you have any actual evidence that the body was swung over like a pendulum!?
Present Elise's Autopsy Report or Crystal Sphere
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Before I present my evidence, let me review what we know so far."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
...Here's the proof!
Godot:
...Why don't you go swing yourself around like a pendulum, Trite.
Judge:
I think you should think that over again, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(...It's kinda nice when they don't spend too much time thinking of a witty retort.)
Judge:
I suppose we've gotten used to your mistakes.
Phoenix:
(I need to think about how this body was moved... The criminal decided to use the pendulum method as a last resort... So there's a good chance there's still a clue from when or where the body landed.)
Godot:
Ha...! Here's a toast to your ever so classic clueless-look.
Leads back to:
"Trite! I wonder if you can prove what happened to us."
Phoenix:
Before I present my evidence, let me review what we know so far. According to this photo, one of the wires snapped. Looking at the map, we can see it's the one that was in front of the Inner Temple.
Judge:
So then, that was the spot where the criminal...!?
Phoenix:
Yes, precisely. Now let us consider the body's movement by looking at the overhead map again. If the body was pushed from this point here... ...it would drop on the opposite bank at approximately this point.
Judge:
D-Did you say drop?
Phoenix:
Well, they must have failed to catch the body on the other bank.
Iris:
What...!? What makes you think something like that happened!?
Phoenix:
Because I have evidence that suggests her body dropped some distance.
Iris:
Wh-What kind of evidence!?
Phoenix:
...Take a look at this autopsy report. It says here that her body fell about 10 feet after her death.
Judge:
Ten feet, huh...
Phoenix:
That's most likely the height difference between the two sides. The body over swung due to forward momentum but then came loose and fell about 10 feet. And then, as a result of the landing impact... ...this crystal sphere was knocked loose!
Iris:
...! That's...
Phoenix:
Yes, this blood-stained amethyst crystal... It's the one that came off of Ms. Elise Deauxnim's staff! And even more important is the place where this crystal sphere was found!
Judge:
In-Indeed... I believe it's already marked on this overhead map. The crystal was found... Aaaaaah!
Phoenix:
...Precisely, Your Honor. In the very spot where the pendulum would arrive if given the right amount of speed!
Judge:
This explains your theory quite well, Mr. Wright. You have provided us with a way the body could have been moved that night... An impressive deduction, Mr. Wright. ...Most impressive. M-Mr. Wright!
Godot:
I thought this cold coffee might help cool you down.
Judge:
Wh... What is the meaning of this, Mr. Godot!?
Godot:
That was a dark and bitter guess that you made, Trite. ...But you forgot about one thing.
Judge:
Oh? And what would that be?
Godot:
... The aroma.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Godot:
A coffee's most reliable accomplice is its deep and profound aroma...
Phoenix:
Um... The rest of the court doesn't speak Coffeenese. Can you elaborate a bit more?
Godot:
If the criminal had sent the body to the other side like you say... ...then naturally, there must have been an accomplice laying in wait to catch it.
Judge:
An accomplice...!?
Godot:
...The criminal wasn't able to cross Dusky Bridge. So, who collected the body...? What do you have to say about that, Trite!?
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Mr. Godot is correct... This can't be the work of a single person! Well, Mr. Wright!? You know what you must do.
Phoenix:
...Yes, Your Honor. (The body couldn't have made it to Hazakura Temple without an accomplice!)
Judge:
...Very well then! If you please, Mr. Wright. Who was the person that received the body on the Hazakura Temple side?
Present Iris profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It can only be you... Sister Iris."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Godot? I'm sure you have something to say.
Godot:
That aroma just now... It smelled of sulfur... Perhaps it was your chances of winning rotting away?
Phoenix:
(I can't get my facts all mixed up like this! After the accomplice received the body, they carried it to Hazakura Temple... Then they altered it using the Shichishito! There's only one person it can be...!)
Judge:
...Mr. Wright. Please don't stare at me like that. It's creepy.
Leads back to:
"...Very well then! If you please, Mr. Wright."
Phoenix:
It can only be you... Sister Iris.
Iris:
Huh...? Aaaaaaah! But I... I...
Phoenix:
...I don't see why you're so surprised. The only way to transport the body from Dusky Bridge is by snowmobile. But with her bad back, Sister Bikini could never pick up a body like that. ...You're the only one that could have managed it.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Trite. Were you even listening to the witness's testimony...? On the night of the crime, this little cutie pie... ...was on clean-up duty in the Inner Temple Garden after the mother-daughter bloodbath.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I haven't forgotten. But have you, Mr. Godot? This witness was also seen at Hazakura Temple... ...desecrating the corpse of the victim.
Judge:
Hmm... Strange indeed... It's almost as if... ...on that night, the defendant was in two different places at the same time!
Phoenix:
...Sister Iris. Let me ask you something... Why didn't you mention it when you first gave your testimony?
Iris:
M-Mention what?
Phoenix:
The pendulum, of course. Using this sketch drawn by an eyewitness... I have established how the body was moved using the burnt-out bridge. Which means it's now a fact that this occurred, something you should've already known.
Iris:
N-No...! I... I had no idea! I-I didn't know anything about a pendulum!
Phoenix:
But the body couldn't have been passed along to the other side without your help! So you should have known about it! In fact, it'd be impossible for you to be clueless about this whole thing... ...unless you're not really Iris to begin with.
Iris:
What...!? H-How can you say that, Mr. Wright...?
Judge:
What...!? What kind of nonsense is this? You... You're saying this witness isn't Iris of Hazakura Temple...?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
A-Are you serious, Trite...!? You... You mean... Th-This woman is...
Phoenix:
(There's no one besides Iris that could have received the corpse that night! Now I get it... Now I know why I've been sick to my stomach during this trial. Why her whole demeanor changed so suddenly from yesterday... ...and why she's trying to pin this murder on Maya...) The woman that's standing there at the witness stand... Her real name is...!
Present Dahlia Hawthorne profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I never thought I'd have to utter your name again..."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(No, wait! That can't be it! This is no time to be making stupid, amateurish mistakes!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You've just made an absolutely absurd accusation! I won't have you turning my courtroom into a circus side-show!
Phoenix:
Uuurgh...! (Come on! This one's a no-brainer!)
Leads back to:
"The woman that's standing there at the witness stand..."
Phoenix:
I never thought I'd have to utter your name again... Let alone see you. ...It's been a long time, Dahlia Hawthorne.
Iris:
...!
Judge:
Hawthorne...?
Phoenix:
Sister Iris had a twin sister. ...And you're looking at her. Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne.
Judge:
...... That name rings some bells. Distant bells, but bells nonetheless...
Godot:
Ha...! It's just your imagination, gramps. This file contains all the relevant data about Dahlia Hawthorne.
Judge:
... Oh yes, I remember now... That case... 5 years ago...
Dahlia:
My name is Dahlia Hawthorne. I just want to say... It's an honor for me to be here in your noble presence.
Payne:
The honor is all mine!
Judge:
No... The honor is all mine.
Judge:
B-But... According to this... Dahlia Hawthorne... ...is already dead! ...It says her execution was carried out last month!
Godot:
... So what? Death has no meaning in this courtroom!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaat!? Order! Order! Order!
Iris:
W-Wait a moment! How can you...? My sister...! She's already dead! Wh-What kind of...?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
...You of all people should already understand. After all... The blood of the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique flows within that body.
Judge:
The Kurain Channeling Technique...? Now where have I heard that...
Phoenix:
...That's right. You're not Dahlia Hawthorne herself. You're the spirit of Dahlia, currently inhabiting the body of a spirit medium!
Godot:
What an exciting story. Exciting, but quite impossible. You're asking us to buy that Dahlia Hawthorne just happened to be channeled by someone... ...on the very night of the murder, to a temple where her twin sister, Iris was...?
Phoenix:
Well, if you're going to put things that way, then... Yes.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
We're supposed to believe a coincidence like that just happens!?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Naturally it was no coincidence. The whole thing was part of a plan from the very beginning. It's all written right here in these instructions...!
Iris:
Ah...! Wh-What's that...!?
Phoenix:
These instructions were written by your mother, Morgan Fey! And part of the plan called for Dahlia Hawthorne to be channeled! That night... ...there were two Irises at Hazakura Temple.
Godot:
...T-Two of them?
Phoenix:
Even the time of the channeling was planned out. "As soon as you hear the lights out bell"... In other words, 10:00 PM. However, Iris was seen before dinnertime.
Judge:
That means the Iris that was at dinner was the real Iris.
Phoenix:
And the Iris who gave me this hood in the Main Hall was also the real Iris. Meaning that the Iris Sister Bikini saw at the Inner Temple... ...was someone else dressed as her! Namely, one Dahlia Hawthorne!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Do you even know what you're saying, Trite? This whole "channeling the spirit of Dahlia Hawthorne" business... Yes, it's true that you found plans that talk about it. ...However! There's one thing that's perfectly clear. The witness currently standing in the witness stand is the real Iris!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaat!?
Godot:
Calm down and remember what you know about the night of the crime. After meeting Sister Bikini, the Dahlia Hawthorne that had been channeled... ...would've been stranded at the Inner Temple due to the lightning strike. It was later that the body was moved by pendulum.
Phoenix:
...That's right.
Godot:
Naturally that would mean that the Iris that received the body was... ...the real Iris. Are you with me so far?
Phoenix:
...Yes.
Godot:
After being notified of what happened, the police came to Hazakura Temple's Main Hall. There they found Iris in her room and arrested her. And ever since, she's been under police supervision at the detention center.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, I suppose... (I can't deny any of that...)
Iris:
Whew... Thank goodness. It looks like he's finally convinced...
Phoenix:
(But something still seems off... Way off...!) I'm still not convinced that the Iris here is the same one from the other night.
Godot:
Ha...! I suppose you're about to say something really ridiculous? Like, the real Iris and the spirit of Dahlia... ...somehow switched places?
Judge:
S-Switched places...!? To be perfectly honest... ...there are still quite a few things I don't understand, but I do know... ...that unless we confirm the witness's identity, we can't continue with this trial.
Phoenix:
(Iris doesn't have the spiritual power needed to channel Dahlia. Which means... ...they must have switched places somewhere.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Since the time she was arrested at Hazakura Temple... ...have there been any chances for Iris to switch places with Dahlia Hawthorne?
Not a chance
Phoenix:
... (Hmm, I can't think of one... She certainly couldn't have escaped while she was under arrest!)
Godot:
Ha...! I love that look on your face! Maybe you should go live in that old mountain shack and become a hermit?
Judge:
It appears there was no opportunity for them to have switched places.
Phoenix:
(No! If I give up here, I'd never be able to live with myself... Even if it's a little forced, I have to think of something!)
Leads to:
"...Your Honor!"
There was one...
Leads to:
"...Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
...Your Honor! I think there might have been one chance.
Judge:
Oh? Explain yourself...
Phoenix:
Yesterday for a few minutes, Iris's whereabouts were unknown.
Godot:
Unknown...? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
What I mean is... There was a span of time in which Iris was able to move about freely, unsupervised.
Judge:
Well, who was it!? Who would give a murder suspect time to move about freely like that!?
Phoenix:
(I'm sorry... I know you didn't mean to... It wasn't your fault...) The person who gave Iris the chance to freely move about was...
Present Miles Edgeworth profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Th-This is... Mr. Edgeworth, isn't it...?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
...Mr. Wright. There will be no unaccountability in my court, time or otherwise!
Godot:
Ha...! Trite, Trite, Trite... Can't you even remember what happened only yesterday...?
Phoenix:
(Yesterday, Iris was escorted to Hazakura Temple... ...in order to remove the locks on the Sacred Cavern! That would have been her only chance...!)
Leads back to:
"Well, who was it!?"
Judge:
Th-This is... Mr. Edgeworth, isn't it...?
Phoenix:
...Your Honor. There was a fairly large earthquake yesterday, was there not?
Judge:
An... earthquake? Hmm...
Bikini:
E-Earthquake! Oh my goodness! The Inner Temple! This kind of tremor might...
Edgeworth:
H-How could I have...? She fled... She escaped!
Phoenix:
We went to the Inner Temple right away. And it's true, Iris was already there. However... ...they had already switched places by that point in time. When I arrived at the Training Hall, I was met by none other than Dahlia Hawthorne!
Judge:
Th-That's quite enough already, Mr. Wright! Now see here! No judge in his right mind would consider the idea of "spirit channeling" and...
???:
...Be quiet. It's been a long time... Mr. Judge.
Judge:
...! Th-That voice...!
Godot:
Guess I'll have to ask again.
???:
...
Godot:
...Upon meeting a beautiful lady, always ask for her name and profession. That's one of my rules.
Dahlia:
Dahlia Hawthorne. And my current profession? Permanently retired.
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
Ha...! So you're not going to bother hiding your identity anymore, huh?
Dahlia:
...Why should I? After all, I'm dead. There's really nothing you can do to punish me!
Judge:
Wh-What is going on here...?
Phoenix:
(Dahlia Hawthorne... I never thought we'd meet again. And I never thought we'd meet like this... But this time, I'll end it! For her, and for myself...)
To be continued.
February 10, 1:06 PM
District CourtCourtroom No. 7
Judge:
...Now then, let's continue where we left off, shall we? Well, witness?
Dahlia:
Yes? How can I help you? ...Mr. Judge.
Judge:
Well... It seems that if we're to learn the truth... ...we'll need to hear your testimony.
Dahlia:
... I have no problem with that. But when you've seen what I have, sometimes the truth is better left unknown.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
...In any case, let's hear your testimony! Tell us about the plan that was carried out that night!
Witness Testimony
-- The Plan --
Dahlia:
...The whole plan began with my death.
A stupid plan hatched by Morgan Fey to install her own daughter as the next Master.
But for it to work... Maya Fey would first have to die.
The idea was for me to kill Maya and then have the blame pinned on Iris.
The plan went wrong... but it seems to have succeeded anyway.
Judge:
S-So that means... Y-You really are...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait a minute! Did you just say the plan was to kill Maya Fey...?
Dahlia:
Yes. You have a problem with that...?
Phoenix:
Don't give us that nonsense! There's no way that--
Godot:
Watch yourself, Trite! If you've got a problem, solve it during cross-examination! ...That's my rule.
Judge:
Mr. Godot is correct! And by the way... that's my rule as well!
Phoenix:
(To kill Maya...? Could it be true!?)
Cross Examination
-- The Plan --
Dahlia:
...The whole plan began with my death.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You were executed last month, correct?
Dahlia:
Yes. I was hanged. It wasn't exactly... pleasant.
Phoenix:
How did you manage to discuss the plan? When did you talk with Morgan Fey?
Dahlia:
Last year, she was transferred to the same detention center as me. Since I was on death row and she was my mother... ...it was actually pretty easy to meet with her.
Judge:
I see... So that's when you discussed the plan?
Dahlia:
...Ha! Are you crazy? At first, that woman was planning to kill me as well! ...Even though I'm her own daughter.
Phoenix:
All to make Pearl Fey the Master of Kurain...?
Dahlia:
She's a cold, twisted woman. She thought she could finally regain her lost honor. The honor she lost when her younger sister, Misty, took her place as the Master. Ever since that day, she's been working on this plan.
Judge:
Hmm... A plan, huh...
If the first five statements have already been pressed
Phoenix:
I just want to know one thing... What did you personally think of Morgan Fey's plan?
Dahlia:
I told you already, didn't I? It was a stupid plan. It had no point, no value other than fulfilling her own greedy desires... ...Yes. It was certainly nothing to be proud of.
Phoenix:
If that's how you feel, why did you help her carry it out!? Why would you do it...? Why would you kill Maya!?
Dahlia:
... You may not understand it, being the kind and gentle soul that you are... You may not be able to appreciate why someone like me would help a woman like that.
Phoenix:
So then tell me! Why!?
Dahlia:
Isn't it obvious? I'm not like that woman. I only act in my own self-interest. The reason I helped her was... for myself. For my own personal satisfaction!
Phoenix:
What did you say...!? (So this woman, Dahlia Hawthorne... She had her own reason for wanting Maya dead...!?)
Adds statement "Do you understand why I would kill Maya Fey now? What my goal was?"
Dahlia:
A stupid plan hatched by Morgan Fey to install her own daughter as the next Master.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You're talking about Pearl Fey, is that correct?
Dahlia:
Yes, though at first she had high hopes for the two of us.
Godot:
You and your twin sister, Iris?
Dahlia:
That's correct. Fortunately, neither of us had much spiritual power. That's why... we were abandoned by her... along with our father.
Judge:
A-Abandoned...?
Dahlia:
The only person I ever really cared about in life was myself... My sister was a nuisance, so I convinced my father to leave her at an old temple.
Phoenix:
You mean Iris...?
Dahlia:
...Yes, my father remarried a woman who also had a daughter. The less children you have, the more money there is to go around, right? And on top of that, my father had absolutely no interest in children in general.
Judge:
H... How horrible...
Dahlia:
The real horrible one was that woman... That bitter, vengeful woman. It was her stubbornness that gave birth to that child... Pearl Fey. She was born with an abundance of spiritual power. ...Unfortunately for her. Morgan Fey heaped all of her broken hopes and dreams on to that poor child's back. All because of her pathetic dreams of having her bloodline become the main family.
If the first five statements have already been pressed
Phoenix:
I just want to know one thing... What did you personally think of Morgan Fey's plan?
Dahlia:
I told you already, didn't I? It was a stupid plan. It had no point, no value other than fulfilling her own greedy desires... ...Yes. It was certainly nothing to be proud of.
Phoenix:
If that's how you feel, why did you help her carry it out!? Why would you do it...? Why would you kill Maya!?
Dahlia:
... You may not understand it, being the kind and gentle soul that you are... You may not be able to appreciate why someone like me would help a woman like that.
Phoenix:
So then tell me! Why!?
Dahlia:
Isn't it obvious? I'm not like that woman. I only act in my own self-interest. The reason I helped her was... for myself. For my own personal satisfaction!
Phoenix:
What did you say...!? (So this woman, Dahlia Hawthorne... She had her own reason for wanting Maya dead...!?)
Adds statement "Do you understand why I would kill Maya Fey now? What my goal was?"
Dahlia:
But for it to work... Maya Fey would first have to die.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Maya would have to die!? But why!?
Dahlia:
For our bloodline to succeed as the main family, thus making Pearl the new Master... ...the remaining descendants of the current Master had to be taken care of.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But Pearls would never agree to a plan like that! She adores Maya...
Dahlia:
...How sad. You still don't get it, do you? What Pearl wanted had nothing to do with it. Morgan didn't care one bit about Pearl. The only thing she cared about was the position of the Master. That's all.
Phoenix:
Th-That's ridiculous...!
Dahlia:
She was willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to achieve her goal. The life of her daughter... and naturally, the life of Maya Fey as well.
Phoenix:
(How could anyone do that...?)
If the first five statements have already been pressed
Phoenix:
I just want to know one thing... What did you personally think of Morgan Fey's plan?
Dahlia:
I told you already, didn't I? It was a stupid plan. It had no point, no value other than fulfilling her own greedy desires... ...Yes. It was certainly nothing to be proud of.
Phoenix:
If that's how you feel, why did you help her carry it out!? Why would you do it...? Why would you kill Maya!?
Dahlia:
... You may not understand it, being the kind and gentle soul that you are... You may not be able to appreciate why someone like me would help a woman like that.
Phoenix:
So then tell me! Why!?
Dahlia:
Isn't it obvious? I'm not like that woman. I only act in my own self-interest. The reason I helped her was... for myself. For my own personal satisfaction!
Phoenix:
What did you say...!? (So this woman, Dahlia Hawthorne... She had her own reason for wanting Maya dead...!?)
Adds statement "Do you understand why I would kill Maya Fey now? What my goal was?"
Dahlia:
The idea was for me to kill Maya and then have the blame pinned on Iris.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Y-You...? You were going to kill Maya?
Dahlia:
Pearl didn't need to know anything about it... All she had to do was to follow the instructions in the letter and channel me. Then I would have simply used her body and finished the job. In any case... I'm already dead, and there's nothing any of you can do to me...
Phoenix:
Grrrr...!
Godot:
So the plan was to blame the crime on your younger sister. On Sister Iris of Hazakura Temple...
Dahlia:
She and I look absolutely identical. No one can tell us apart. If someone were to witness me killing Maya... ...naturally they would think it was Iris that had done it.
Godot:
And the witness in this case was the head nun, Sister Bikini.
Dahlia:
I never would've guessed she was going to return to Hazakura Temple that night. But... she wound up seeing Iris's "crime" anyway.
Judge:
But why did you want to pin the murder on Iris in the first place!? She's your twin sister, isn't she?
Dahlia:
Twin sister...!? Don't make me laugh! She's nothing but a backstabber. I couldn't care less about her.
Phoenix:
Backstabber...?
Dahlia:
...
Dahlia:
You just don't understand. ...You never will. Anyway...
If the first five statements have already been pressed
Phoenix:
I just want to know one thing... What did you personally think of Morgan Fey's plan?
Dahlia:
I told you already, didn't I? It was a stupid plan. It had no point, no value other than fulfilling her own greedy desires... ...Yes. It was certainly nothing to be proud of.
Phoenix:
If that's how you feel, why did you help her carry it out!? Why would you do it...? Why would you kill Maya!?
Dahlia:
... You may not understand it, being the kind and gentle soul that you are... You may not be able to appreciate why someone like me would help a woman like that.
Phoenix:
So then tell me! Why!?
Dahlia:
Isn't it obvious? I'm not like that woman. I only act in my own self-interest. The reason I helped her was... for myself. For my own personal satisfaction!
Phoenix:
What did you say...!? (So this woman, Dahlia Hawthorne... She had her own reason for wanting Maya dead...!?)
Adds statement "Do you understand why I would kill Maya Fey now? What my goal was?"
Dahlia:
The plan went wrong... but it seems to have succeeded anyway.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You think the plan was a success?
Dahlia:
You heard me. Just as that woman had hoped... ...Maya Fey is dead. Now the title of the Master will pass on to Pearl Fey.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Th-That's absurd! M-Maya is just... She's just trapped! Trapped inside the Sacred Cavern!
Dahlia:
Really...? You're as foolishly optimistic as ever, aren't you... my darling Feenie?
Phoenix:
...!
Dahlia:
Do you want to know the truth? Ever since we met... I've despised you. Your sniveling naïveté and your pathetic faith in other people.
Phoenix:
...
If the first five statements have already been pressed
Phoenix:
I just want to know one thing... What did you personally think of Morgan Fey's plan?
Dahlia:
I told you already, didn't I? It was a stupid plan. It had no point, no value other than fulfilling her own greedy desires... ...Yes. It was certainly nothing to be proud of.
Phoenix:
If that's how you feel, why did you help her carry it out!? Why would you do it...? Why would you kill Maya!?
Dahlia:
... You may not understand it, being the kind and gentle soul that you are... You may not be able to appreciate why someone like me would help a woman like that.
Phoenix:
So then tell me! Why!?
Dahlia:
Isn't it obvious? I'm not like that woman. I only act in my own self-interest. The reason I helped her was... for myself. For my own personal satisfaction!
Phoenix:
What did you say...!? (So this woman, Dahlia Hawthorne... She had her own reason for wanting Maya dead...!?)
Adds statement "Do you understand why I would kill Maya Fey now? What my goal was?"
Dahlia:
Do you understand why I would kill Maya Fey now? What my goal was?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Obviously... It's because you were helping Morgan Fey.
Dahlia:
Helping...? Don't make me laugh. From the day I was born to the day I died, I never helped anyone! I lived for myself and, in the end, I died for myself. I thought that was obvious.
Phoenix:
(So she wasn't actually cooperating with Morgan... She was just using Morgan and her plan so she could accomplish her own goal!)
Dahlia:
All I wanted to do was kill Maya Fey. That was the only way I could think of to get revenge...
Phoenix:
(Revenge...? It looks like I have no choice but to present that piece of evidence...)
Present Mia Fey profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Could it be..."
Phoenix:
(I can't believe it! She meant to kill Maya... I've got to keep a cool head! And... I need to get more information out of her. It's the only way to understand this plan, and what she was after as well!)
Phoenix:
Could it be... ...that your actual goal had nothing to do with Maya Fey herself...?
Dahlia:
...As I said, none of you have the power to punish me anymore. Because I'm already dead. Well, I had the same problem, you see. You can't punish the dead... and you can't take revenge against them either.
Judge:
Y-You wanted to take revenge on someone?
Dahlia:
I was sentenced to die because of that woman... Mia Fey.
Phoenix:
(I somehow knew this was it...)
Dahlia:
...I wanted to send her a message. It was at her hands that I suffered my first humiliation... I wanted her to feel the same pain she made me feel! Sadly... when I realized revenge was impossible, I gave up.
Godot:
And the reason it was impossible...? Was it perhaps because Mia Fey had already died...?
Dahlia:
Yes. And I realized... there's only one way to take revenge against the dead.
Judge:
A-And how do you do that?
Dahlia:
Even when the body dies, the spirit, the ego, it lives on... forever. I wanted to take away the person that Mia Fey loved most. I wanted to kill her with my own hands! That would be the one and only way I could take my revenge against Mia Fey! That was the reason I helped out with that woman's plans!
Phoenix:
Just for that!? For that you would kill Maya!? Your goal was no different than that of Morgan Fey!
Judge:
... As they say, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." What a cruel plan... Cruel, cold, and heartless.
Dahlia:
...Hmph! Don't waste your time preaching to the dead. I've already told you, there's not a thing you can do to me.
Phoenix:
Grrrr...!
Dahlia:
That night... ...at about 9:30 PM, I materialized into this world. I quickly pinned my hair up and put on a demon-warding hood. Then I picked up the staff that was by my side and left Hazakura Temple.
Phoenix:
(So... it was Elise Deauxnim who channeled her after all.)
Dahlia:
...That ridiculous head nun never noticed a thing. She left Maya Fey at the Inner Temple... ...and wobbled back clutching her poor old back.
Judge:
Wh-What did you do then...?
Dahlia:
That kid was easier to handle than I had hoped... I caught up with her in front of the stone lantern. Then I took out the dagger I got from the storeroom and...
Phoenix:
S-So then you... Y-You're saying you s-stabbed Maya!
Dahlia:
............ It's strange, but... I don't have a clear memory of what happened after that.
Judge:
...What does that mean!? No clear memory...?
Dahlia:
I don't know... I think... I think I was stabbed.
Phoenix:
You were stabbed!?
Dahlia:
At the last minute, Maya Fey must have stabbed me. I'm sure of it.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
That's not like her at all! Maya wouldn't stab a French fry with a plastic fork!
Dahlia:
Anyway, I suddenly lost consciousness... But before I did... I scrawled her name on the lantern. Just as I was passing out, I wrote "Maya" behind my back. I had hoped it would cast suspicion on her.
Phoenix:
(I-I can't believe she was thinking of that until the bitter end...)
Dahlia:
...That's where my memory temporarily stops.
Judge:
It-It stops...?
Dahlia:
I don't have any memory of actually killing Maya Fey with my own two hands. My very last memory was... ...Maya's terror-filled eyes. When I woke up after that... ...I was in the Sacred Cavern surrounded by darkness.
Judge:
You were in the Sacred Cavern?
Dahlia:
...The entrance was sealed with one of those trick locks. Somehow I had been trapped in there.
Godot:
But how did you wind up in there?
Dahlia:
...I'd like to know that myself. Anyway, I was worried... I didn't know whether or not Maya Fey was dead... And I swore I wouldn't return to the underworld until I knew I had killed her myself.
Godot:
Hmm... For a ghost, you're one tough cookie...
Dahlia:
I wanted to get out of there and make sure she was dead. But... I couldn't do it. I couldn't get out.
Godot:
The trick lock stopped you, huh?
Dahlia:
I didn't know how to remove it.
Judge:
So then you're saying... ...you were actually confined against your will inside this Sacred Cavern...?
Dahlia:
Yes! I wanted to get rid of that annoying lock as soon as possible... But it wasn't easy. I kept getting interrupted while I was working on it.
Phoenix:
Interrupted...?
Dahlia:
It was early in the morning, but someone came into the Training Hall.
Judge:
What!? Who!?
Phoenix:
Could it have been... Maya!?
Dahlia:
I thought the same thing. But I couldn't see.
Phoenix:
Why not!?
Dahlia:
If someone had spotted me, I would have lost my chance to take revenge. ...So I made sure to hide myself well at the back of the Sacred Cavern.
Phoenix:
(That morning... only two people could have gone into the Training Hall. Maya and... Pearls... Pearls went there to cover the hanging scroll in gravy.)
Dahlia:
Still, I finally managed to remove the lock. But... I was too late.
Godot:
What do you mean by that?
Dahlia:
...The flies had already started to gather.
Godot:
The bridge had been fixed and the police had started their investigation, correct?
Dahlia:
Naturally, I couldn't go out. So instead... I returned to the cavern and put the lock back on myself. I realized I wouldn't get a chance to see Maya's corpse as I had hoped... But just then... Lady Luck showed up.
Phoenix:
Lady Luck...?
Dahlia:
After that big earthquake... she showed up, all by herself.
Phoenix:
...The real Iris?
Dahlia:
She said she'd come to make sure the Sacred Cavern was alright... Stupid girl. I came out from the Sacred Cavern and got a feel for the situation. ...And I locked her away in my place. I had finally learned exactly what had happened... It was then that I learned that the plan had actually succeeded.
Phoenix:
What do you mean your plan had succeeded?
Dahlia:
I had misunderstood one thing, you see. That night, the one that had summoned me... I had assumed that it was Pearl Fey.
Judge:
W-Well of course you would've assumed that. It was written in the instructions.
Dahlia:
But... I was wrong. The person that had actually called my spirit back was... Misty Fey... The picture book author...
Judge:
Wh... Whaaaaaaat!?
Dahlia:
Well, that's really the only possibility, isn't it? After I lost consciousness in the garden... ...it was her body that was left lying there... Maya Fey... I wasn't able to kill her with my own hands after all. But even so... I made her commit the most vile sin a human can commit.
Judge:
And that is...?
Dahlia:
Matricide. The sin of killing her own mother!
Phoenix:
Ugggh... NOOOO WAY!!
Judge:
Or-Order! Order in the court! What is the meaning of this!?
Dahlia:
It's true that I was the one who attacked Maya Fey... But even so... ...the murderer who actually snuffed out Misty Fey's life was none other than... ...your darling little Maya!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
R-Ridiculous! That's nonsense...
Dahlia:
Are you sure about that? ...Just think about it. There's even evidence supporting these facts, isn't there?
Phoenix:
What...!? What do you mean? Wh-What is this so-called evidence!?
Dahlia:
...The fact that Maya Fey has disappeared is evidence enough, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Dahlia:
The idea that she's still in the Sacred Cavern is just ridiculous. She wasn't able to escape from the Inner Temple, that much is obvious. In that case, there is only one place she could be.
Judge:
Wh-Where...?
Dahlia:
Do I have to spell it out? ...The bottom of the Eagle River, where else?
Godot:
Ea-Eagle River...!?
Dahlia:
Maya Fey killed her long-lost mother. Can you imagine the guilt she must have felt when she realized that? That's why she threw herself into the Eagle River. Most bodies that wind up in there are lost forever. So, what do you have to say now... Feenie?
Phoenix:
Ooooh... Uuuuuhhhh...
Phone:
.........
Godot:
...Oops. Sorry, that's my phone.
Phoenix:
(What kind of ringtone is that...?)
Phone:
...*beep*...
Godot:
...Godot here. ......... ...OK. Thanks.
Phone:
...*beep*...
Judge:
W-Was it something important?
Godot:
They just finished removing the locks from the Sacred Cavern.
Phoenix:
That's great! What about Maya?
Godot:
... There was a woman in the cave...
Judge:
Was it Maya Fey...?
Godot:
It was the accused... Sister Iris.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Dahlia:
Don't look so surprised. ...I locked her in there yesterday. I just got finished telling you that.
Phoenix:
So... what about Maya? Where is she?
Godot:
... There was no one else found inside the Sacred Cavern.
Phoenix:
N-No... It can't be...
Dahlia:
I told you, didn't I? She's dead.
Phoenix:
No... Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
It seems... ...that this case has come to an end... A tragic end... Sadly, it appears the killer of Elise Deauxnim, also known as Misty Fey... ...was her own daughter, Maya Fey. Overcome with guilt for what she had done... ...Maya Fey jumped to her death into the raging waters of the Eagle River!
Phoenix:
(It can't be...)
...Ha!...
Godot:
Trite... Have you ever heard this one? "Once you eliminate the impossible... ...whatever remains must be the truth." ...No matter how improbable it may seem.
Judge:
Wh... What is that supposed to mean, Prosecutor Godot...?
Godot:
According to this witness... ...Maya Fey threw herself into the Eagle River. However... is that really the truth?
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
Remember, this woman testified earlier that... ...the bridge was already on fire when the murder was taking place in the garden. Which means if Maya had thrown herself into the river... ...it must have been from the Inner Temple side, near the bridge.
Dahlia:
That's right! That's where she jumped from...
Godot:
But that's impossible. It's impossible to jump into the river from there!
Phoenix:
...! (Wh-What...!?)
Godot:
Don't get your panties all twisted up, Trite. Just relax and think through the whole thing again.
Phoenix:
(So it's impossible...? Maya couldn't have thrown herself into Eagle River...?)
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Wright? Ms. Hawthorne claims Ms. Fey threw herself into the river from the Inner Temple side. Do you have any evidence that refutes this claim?
Present Hazakura Temple Map or Dusky Bridge Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's impossible to jump into the Eagle River from the Inner Temple side..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
...That's it? That's your answer?
Godot:
Ha...! The only one that should be thrown into a river is you.
Phoenix:
Ugh...!
Godot:
But then again... Even if you did... ...you wouldn't reach the river, would you?
Phoenix:
(Huh...? What's that...? I wouldn't reach it...?)
Leads back to:
"Don't get your panties all twisted up, Trite."
Phoenix:
It's impossible to jump into the Eagle River from the Inner Temple side... No one knows that better than this witness!
Dahlia:
What did you say...?
Phoenix:
Eleven years ago, you jumped into the very same river!
Dahlia:
...!
Phoenix:
Just take a look at this overhead map! As you can see... ...below the cliff on the Inner Temple side is a big rock shelf!
Judge:
Oh... Ooooh! Y-You're right!
Phoenix:
She wouldn't have reached the river if she had jumped off from there. In other words... If she had jumped, we should be able to see her body in this photo!
Dahlia:
Ah!
Godot:
Ha...! So you finally figured it out!
Dahlia:
You...! Nooooooooo!
Judge:
O-Order! Order!!
Dahlia:
You... You're just playing with me! Maya Fey's body is at the bottom of the Eagle River! There's nowhere else she could possibly be hiding!
Phoenix:
Ms. Hawthorne... Have you ever heard this one before? "Once you eliminate the impossible... ...whatever remains must be the truth."
Dahlia:
Yes, just a few minutes ago.
Phoenix:
...Maya Fey wasn't inside the Sacred Cavern. We now know that she didn't throw herself into the Eagle River.
Godot:
...Correct. That eliminates all the most likely possibilities.
Phoenix:
Now, although it seems improbable, there's still one other place she could be.
Judge:
Wh... What...!? What is this one possibility you are talking about...?
Dahlia:
Th-That's obviously a bluff! So where is her dead body then?
Phoenix:
(Finally... I think the pieces are falling into place... Normally the living have no way to punish the dead... But I think there is a way to give Dahlia Hawthorne the ultimate punishment.) ...Shall I tell you, Ms. Hawthorne? Shall I tell you where Maya is this very instant!? Maya Fey is...
in the Inner Temple.
Phoenix:
The Inner Temple was cut off from the outside world on the night of the crime. So in other words, Maya is still there!
Judge:
... Mr. Wright, let me ask the question that I'm sure is on everyone's minds. The police scoured the Inner Temple from top to bottom, correct?
Godot:
You bet. Detective Gumshoe had his nose to the ground and sniffed around everywhere.
Judge:
Then the fact that Maya is not in the Inner Temple... ...has already been adequately proven, has it not!?
Phoenix:
Y-Yikes...! Guess my intuition was wrong.
Godot:
Intuition...? Truthiness has no place here! Use your brain, not your gut, to find the real truth, Trite!
Leads back to:
"Th-That's obviously a bluff!"
in Hazakura Temple.
Phoenix:
It's already been proven that she isn't on the Inner Temple side! So that means... she must be somewhere in Hazakura Temple!
Judge:
... Mr. Wright, let me ask the question that I'm sure is on everyone's minds. The bridge was already on fire when the murder took place, correct?
Godot:
Just so you know, my heart is also on fire and it aches from your stupidity.
Judge:
So the impossibility of Maya Fey escaping from the Inner Temple side... ...has already been adequately proven, has it not!?
Phoenix:
Y-Yikes...! Guess my intuition was wrong.
Godot:
Intuition...? Truthiness has no place here! Use your brain, not your gut, to find the real truth, Trite!
Leads back to:
"Th-That's obviously a bluff!"
in this very courtroom.
Leads to:
"There's only one possibility left."
Phoenix:
There's only one possibility left. Namely... she's right here in this very courtroom!
Dahlia:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
M-Maya Fey is here!?
Judge:
You say she's here in m-my courtroom!?
Phoenix:
...Dahlia Hawthorne. I seem to recall that you said... "I had misunderstood one thing, you see."
Dahlia:
So what!?
Phoenix:
But I think there's one more thing you misunderstood.
Dahlia:
What do you mean...?
Phoenix:
Tell me something. At this very moment... ...who is channeling Dahlia Hawthorne!?
Dahlia:
Wh-Why that... that's obvious! It's Pearl Fey! That pathetic, little, sniveling runt!
Phoenix:
...You're wrong. Pearls tried... but she couldn't do it.
Pearl:
I've never failed at channeling someone. This is the first time it's happened.
Phoenix:
Isn't there any explanation for why you couldn't channel a spirit?
Pearl:
... It could happen if someone else was already channeling the same spirit.
Dahlia:
Someone called me before Pearl did...? But who...?
Phoenix:
Pearls even tried again on the day after the crime. But she couldn't do it... What could that mean? I think the truth is becoming clearer to you right about now, am I correct?
Dahlia:
... Aaaah!
Phoenix:
It wasn't Pearls that channeled you! There was someone who called you before she could!
Present Maya Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...This is an easy one."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(No, that's not who! How can I come this far and still not get it!? Pearls couldn't channel her. And Maya had disappeared... There's only one possible answer!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You can mumble to yourself like a wino on your own time!
Phoenix:
P-Please... Give me just one more chance...
Leads back to:
"It wasn't Pearls that channeled you!"
Phoenix:
...This is an easy one. Pearls couldn't do it, and Misty Fey is gone. There's only one possibility left!
Judge:
Come on already...! I can't stand the tension!
Phoenix:
Dahlia Hawthorne! The person channeling you right now must be... Maya Fey!
Dahlia:
Wh... WHAAAAAAAT!?
Judge:
B-But how could that be!? Remember what this witness, Dahlia Hawthorne, said about her goal!
Godot:
She said that her goal was to kill Maya Fey.
Judge:
Yes, that's right. But if Maya channeled the spirit of someone that was trying to kill her...! ...
Godot:
Ha...! Well, gramps? What would happen?
Judge:
... C-Could it be...?
Phoenix:
It looks like you finally understand, Your Honor.
Dahlia:
W-Well, I don't! What are you going on about!?
Phoenix:
What I'm going on about is the reason Maya channeled you... And there's only one reason. To protect herself from you!
Dahlia:
To... protect herself... ...from me?
Phoenix:
Yes. On the night of the crime, you were only interested in one thing.
Killing Maya Fey!
Phoenix:
The path to the Inner Temple was closed off and there was nowhere for her to run. So then the problem became... "Where would be the safest place to hide?"
Dahlia:
Ah... Aaaaaaaaaah! Y-You mean... That's when she channeled me...?
Phoenix:
All along you thought you had been channeled by Pearls... That's why it never occurred to you... ...that Maya's hiding place... ...was you!
Dahlia:
N-No... No... DON'T SAY THAT! Y-You're saying that I... ...was played for a fool!? By that little whelp!?
Phoenix:
...
Dahlia:
Maya Fey killed herself! Isn't it obvious!?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but no... It would have been impossible for her to jump into the Eagle River. ...This was the only avenue of escape open to Maya. The only way that Maya could disappear from the Inner Temple...!
Dahlia:
I-I don't believe you...! A stupid little girl like that who has never been out in the real world... She could never have come up with a plan like that! Who could have ever given her such a brilliant idea!?
Phoenix:
... Well...
???:
...Me, of course...
Phoenix:
M... Mia!
Dahlia:
Mia Fey!
Mia:
It's been a long time, Dahlia Hawthorne...
Godot:
... ...So it's true... It was you.
Mia:
...Yes.
Godot:
Ha...! You're something else...
Dahlia:
B-But what... what are you doing here...!?
Phoenix:
That hair... It's Pearls, right?
Mia:
Tell me something, Dahlia... I want you to think back to that night one more time. You had just cornered Maya in the Inner Temple's garden. And then... in the final moments of the fight, you lost consciousness.
Dahlia:
I was stabbed! By Maya Fey!
Mia:
Actually... Maya lost consciousness at the same time as you.
Godot:
...She did?
Judge:
Not terribly surprising since she was about to be killed.
Mia:
...When she woke up, she was in the Training Hall. That's when Maya decided she needed help... So she channeled me. She explained in a memo the situation she was in. She asked me what I thought she should do.
Dahlia:
She did that...? I can't believe it...
Mia:
Of course, I didn't have all the details. But... One thing was perfectly clear.
Judge:
And that was...?
Mia:
I knew that you couldn't be allowed to wander free.
Phoenix:
Free...? What do you mean?
Mia:
It was a race against time, so I wrote down two things that Maya had to do. Channel Dahlia Hawthorne as soon as possible... ...and lock herself in the Sacred Cavern until help arrived.
Phoenix:
(So it was Maya who put that lock on there...)
Judge:
Yes, but why did you order her to do those two things?
Mia:
If she hadn't done it... ...Dahlia Hawthorne would've been channeled by someone else. By one Pearl Fey.
Phoenix:
P-Pearls?
Mia:
Yes. Pearl didn't properly understand the plan. So all she was trying to do was follow her mother, Morgan Fey's instructions. If she had succeeded in channeling Dahlia Hawthorne's spirit... ...things would have turned out very badly, to put it mildly.
Godot:
......... ...So that's how it was. Dahlia Hawthorne would have used the body of Pearl Fey... ...to kill Maya at all costs.
Judge:
Y-Yes, it certainly sounds like that was the intent all along.
Dahlia:
H-How dare you!? I-I won't forget this...!
Phoenix:
Why not just admit it? ...Dahlia Hawthorne. Your little plan was nothing but a big failure.
Mia:
Yes... Another failure to add to the pile of shame, wouldn't you say?
Dahlia:
Wh-What do you mean by another!?
Phoenix:
Think about it, Dahlia. Remember all your past crimes? Not a single one of them was a success. They all ended in failure.
Dahlia:
What...!? How dare you...!
Phoenix:
11 years ago... The fake kidnapping... Your very first crime. You got your hands on a 2 million dollar diamond. But... ...after Terry Fawles escaped and went to meet with Valerie Hawthorne... ...the truth was exposed.
Dahlia:
Sh-Shut your mouth! That wasn't my fault! It was because of that stupid oaf of a prisoner and that weakling of a policewoman!
Phoenix:
And then... one year later. You tried to kill me.
Dahlia:
...!
Phoenix:
Well... I'm still alive, but... ...you wound up killing someone else. As a result, you were sentenced to death. ...It's one stupid move after another for you. But it's no longer funny.
Dahlia:
You...! Wipe that smug, happy-go-lucky smile off your face...!
Phoenix:
And now this! You've messed up again! You let Maya Fey escape. Even though she was right there in front of you!
Dahlia:
...Grr...Mmm...Nnnn... Grrr... Ahh! M... M... Mia F... F... Fey Mia Fey! Mia Fey! MIA FEEEEY! You... You... spinster!! I was supposed to kill Maya Fey like I swore I would! And if only you had gotten this spiky-haired jerk the guilty verdict... ...I wouldn't have been hanged to death!
Mia:
...... True.
Dahlia:
...!
Mia:
But I think you finally understand, Dahlia Hawthorne. ...You will never defeat me.
Dahlia:
Wh-What...!? What did you say!?
Mia:
Whether you're alive, dead, or somewhere in between, you will never defeat me. As long as I'm around, you're destined to lose for all of eternity!
Dahlia:
Grrr... Grrrr... Grrrrr...
Phoenix:
...I remember what you said earlier in the trial. You said there was no way we could punish you... ...because you were already dead.
Dahlia:
What about it!?
Phoenix:
Then you said... "Even when the body dies, the spirit, the ego, it lives on... forever."
Mia:
...That's very true, Dahlia. And that's exactly the punishment you'll never be able to escape from.
Dahlia:
...!
Mia:
For all of eternity, you'll have to remain as Dahlia Hawthorne. A miserable, pathetic, weak creature who can never win at anything... And for you, there is no escape from that. No hope of freedom. Since the day you were executed... ...the narrow bridge that once stretched out in front of you has burnt to a crisp!
Dahlia:
...Y-You... OoOooOOh... ...Y-You'RE... wROnG... ...It... CAN'T... be... ...How... coULd... I... ...loSe... to... THe... ...likES... of... YOU...?
Phoenix:
It no longer matters! I don't care whether you win or lose anymore. The only thing I want... ...is for you to come out of Maya's body right now!
Dahlia:
...... ...... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ...I'M... NOT... READY... ...NOT... READY... TO... GO...
Maya:
...Nick... ...Sis...
Judge:
Now then... I assume you are the real Iris...?
Iris:
...Yes. I was just rescued from the Sacred Cavern.
Judge:
I must say you and your twin sister are indeed identical from what I can see. In any case... It appears that everything has finally been cleared up. Mr. Godot. ...What happened to Dahlia Hawthorne?
Godot:
If you ask me, Your Honor... ...it looks like she went back to the hell she came from.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems that Misty Fey wasn't the only victim of this crime. Maya Fey, as well as the young Pearl Fey... ...were also victims of this wicked and selfish plan.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
The tragedy of "Medium Valley" has finally come to an end, it seems. It would be best for everyone if no further attempt was made to channel that spirit again.
Phoenix:
............ Umm... Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes, what is it?
Phoenix:
About this whole "spirit medium" thing... It's almost weird how comfortable you seem to be with the concept now.
Judge:
... Well, to be frank, my younger brother is quite judgmental... He often criticizes me for not studying hard enough. That's why I made a concerted effort to study up on the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Phoenix:
(Hey! Isn't that the New Year's issue of "Oh! Cult!"!?)
Judge:
...I've seen quite a few things in my many years on the bench. And in all that time, I've finally learned this one thing. Each case is different, and takes place in its own world, if you will. In order to fully understand that world... ...first we have to immerse ourselves in it completely. And that's where... My brother and I used to differ.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, never thought of it that way...)
Judge:
...At any rate! It's time to pass judgment in the case of Iris of Hazakura Temple.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You're a little too fast with that gavel, Your Honor.
Judge:
What do you mean by that, Mr. Godot!?
Mia:
This trial... It isn't over yet. ...That's what he means.
Phoenix:
W-What!?
Godot:
Trite... Remember what Miss Evil Spirit said in her testimony?
Phoenix:
Huh? Dahlia's testimony?
Dahlia:
I caught up with her in front of the stone lantern. Then I took out the dagger I got from the storeroom and... ............ It's strange, but... I don't have a clear memory of what happened after that. I think... I think I was stabbed.
Mia:
...Just as Dahlia Hawthorne was about to attack Maya... ...she was stabbed and "killed" by someone.
Judge:
Y-Yes... That's right...
Godot:
The person that was ultimately killed was the spirit medium that channeled Dahlia... ...Elise Deauxnim, no, Misty Fey. But... who killed her? We still don't know who did it!
Phoenix:
Th-This isn't over!?
Godot:
Unless someone else is found guilty, the accused is still on trial. We can't let her walk until there is evidence that proves her innocence.
Phoenix:
N-No way...
Judge:
But... This court isn't prepared for any further testimony...
Godot:
The prosecution is ready to call our final witness!
Judge:
F-Final... witness!?
Godot:
This one will clear up the whole mystery... The mystery of "Who killed Misty Fey"!
Judge:
...Hmm, indeed!
Mia:
... Is it really alright... Mr. Prosecutor?
Godot:
... Of course it's alright... Madame Attorney.
Judge:
Very well then... Who is this final witness?
Godot:
Ha...! Isn't it obvious? There's one person who saw the whole event and will put the final dagger in this case.
Judge:
S-Someone who saw the murder take place...?
Godot:
...The very person who saw her mother killed in front of her own eyes.
Phoenix:
Y-You mean... Maya!? ...You can't! She can't testify after what she's just been through!
Godot:
We need to find the truth. The prosecution calls Maya Fey to the witness stand!
Judge:
...Very well. But first, we'll take a brief recess. ...We'll have to wait for Ms. Fey to recover before summoning her. Once we receive the doctor's permission, we will proceed with the trial!
Godot:
...Hey, Trite. I've got something to say to you, so listen up.
Phoenix:
...What is it?
Godot:
I don't think much of you as a lawyer. It's always the same with you. ...You somehow manage to just squeak by without even a faint understanding of the case. Some beautiful woman always seems to come dashing in at the last minute to save you.
Phoenix:
Y-You've got some nerve!
Godot:
...But that's not going to happen this time. This time... you're going to have to do this by yourself.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
That's enough! This court is now in recess!
February 10, 2:56 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Iris:
I'm truly sorry about everything. You were working so hard to defend me... But I was missing all day, and we didn't even have a chance to talk...
Phoenix:
(...She's right. When I met "Iris" at the Training Hall yesterday... ...they had already switched places... and Iris was inside the Sacred Cavern.)
Iris:
...I wanted to at least be in the defendant's box today to root you on.
Phoenix:
W-Well, it wasn't you fault. You were locked up this whole time... There's something more important than that, though. I have to ask you... Why did you help your sister out as much as you did?
Iris:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
If you had tried to get help at the Sacred Cavern yesterday... ...you wouldn't have spent an entire day locked up in there.
Iris:
... My sister... I felt sorry for her. She was abandoned by our mother and never got any love from our father either.
Phoenix:
Yes, but... it was the same for you too, wasn't it?
Iris:
Yes, but at least I had Sister Bikini, who was like a mother to me. If only Dahlia had come with me to Hazakura Temple... I always... I always loved her... Dahlia was always so smart, so strong... She never complained about a thing. That's why I... That's why I promised her that I would help her.
Phoenix:
Are you talking about the fake kidnapping case 11 years ago?
Iris:
...Yes. I-I wanted to be useful to her in some way... B-But, as usual... I was too cowardly... At the last minute, I ran away. Because of that... Dahlia's half-sister, Valerie, ended up...
Phoenix:
(That was the case that wounded Mia so badly...)
Iris:
But... things didn't end there, of course. Some people suspected that my sister was involved in the murder.
Phoenix:
Some people...? You must mean...
Iris:
Yes, two defense lawyers. Mia Fey... and Diego Armando. After poisoning Mr. Armando, who was getting too close to learning the truth... ...Dahlia even tried to kill the person who had unknowingly hid the poison for her. You.
Phoenix:
(...That's right...) ...Iris. There's one more thing that I have to ask you.
Iris:
Yes, what is it?
Phoenix:
On the night of the murder... ...the person that cleaned up the corpse of the victim, Elise Deauxnim... Was it... Was it really you?
Iris:
... Yes... It was me. That night, after I rang the lights out bell... I went back to my room. At around 10:30, I received a call on my cell phone.
Phone:
......... ...*beep*...
"There's a problem... Come to the Inner Temple right away."
Iris:
I... I got on the snowmobile and headed for the Inner Temple. But...!
Phoenix:
The path to the Inner Temple was cut off... Right?
Iris:
Exactly.
Phone:
......... ...*beep*...
"We can't just leave the body here... ...Alright, let's do this as you said..."
Iris:
It was me... I was the one that received her body. The murder weapon had been left in her body so she wouldn't bleed too much. The staff that Mystic Elise always held...
Phoenix:
I knew it... So the actual murder weapon was the staff.
Iris:
...Yes, that's right. I brought the body back to Hazakura Temple on the snowmobile.
Phoenix:
But why... Why did you alter the body?
Iris:
...I didn't want anyone to know that the staff was the murder weapon. I didn't want to leave anything that would lead back to Misty Fey... So I dressed her in a robe and stabbed her with the Shichishito... I wiped the blood off the staff's blade and left it next to her on the ground.
Phoenix:
...Iris. Just tell me one last thing. Tell me the name of the person that called your cell phone. The real killer.
Iris:
... I'm sorry, Mr. Wright... I can't do it... I can't say who did it.
Phoenix:
... I... I see...
Victim's Staff updated in the Court Record.
Bailiff:
...Defendant!
Iris:
...Y-Yes...
Bailiff:
The judge is calling you! He wants you to see you in his chambers. He has some questions about Dahlia Hawthorne.
Iris:
...Alright. ... Well then... I'll see you later... There's something I want to tell you later.
Phoenix:
Oh, um... OK... ("Something she wants to tell me"? So it's true... Iris cooperated with the real killer... Maybe even from the very beginning!)
Mia:
...Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Mia...! Umm... H-How is Maya doing!?
Mia:
Physically, I'm not worried. She'll recover completely. But emotionally, she's been hurt very badly by this case.
Phoenix:
I-I see... ...! You don't mean...! She's learned who Elise Deauxnim really was?
Mia:
...Yes. I went to the medical office and talked with her. I told her everything I knew.
Phoenix:
...But why?
Mia:
Maya is stronger than you think... I knew she could take it... All of it.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that?
Mia:
I want you to figure that answer out by yourself. ...The trial is about to restart. The real killer... Do you know who it is yet?
Phoenix:
(Iris wouldn't tell me who called her. But still... I think that just maybe... I know who it was.) That night, the victim was killed in the garden of the Inner Temple. And the criminal wasn't just there by accident. Which means... ...that the killer knew of Dahlia's plan from the very beginning.
Mia:
...And one more thing. The victim was moved to the Hazakura Temple side by pendulum. In other words... the criminal couldn't cross the bridge. That means they were stuck on the Inner Temple side for almost an entire day.
Phoenix:
(Exactly. So the criminal... ...was someone that wasn't in Hazakura Temple the following day...!)
Mia:
... That's as much help as I can give you. The rest of the battle is yours to win... or lose.
Phoenix:
OK, I've got it. ...Thank you, Mia.
Phoenix:
(Finally... It's almost time to bring this case to an end. What exactly did Maya see anyway...? And who was it that actually killed Misty Fey? Whoever it was, I have to prove it... Me. All by myself.)
To be continued.
February 10, 3:36 PM
District CourtCourtroom No. 7
Judge:
Now then, before we proceed any further... ...I'm going to announce the results of the tests we had performed earlier.
Phoenix:
Tests...?
Judge:
Yes, tests. On the bloody dagger that was found stuck in the pine tree.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah! That! (I totally forgot about it.)
Godot:
That's the weapon that Maya Fey used when she fought with the victim.
Phoenix:
So what are the results!? Was it the victim's blood, or...?
Judge:
Due to time constraints, a full test wasn't possible. However... There's one thing we can say with certainty. The blood that was on this dagger was not the victim's blood! ...That is all. Now then, let's restart this trial.
Phoenix:
(So it wasn't Misty's blood on the dagger... Then whose was it...?)
Dagger updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
I'm sure both the defense and the prosecution know this, but... ...this trial is rapidly coming to a close. Both sides will need to show some firm evidence with their claims.
Phoenix:
I understand, Your Honor.
Godot:
From what I've heard... ...the witness is dangerously weak, physically speaking. So, let's finish this quickly.
Phoenix:
...Agreed.
Judge:
Very well! Please bring in the last witness!
Godot:
...Witness, please tell us your name and profession.
Maya:
Maya Fey. My profession is... Umm... I'm the assistant manager at Wright & Co. Law Offices.
Phoenix:
(Maya...)
Judge:
According to the magazine I have here... ...you're a spirit medium of the Kurain Channeling Technique...
Maya:
... I... I'm frightened. The Fey clan... I don't want any more to do with it.
Phoenix:
(Oh, Maya... The pain the Fey bloodline causes must be unbearable...)
Judge:
...Very well. Now then, Ms. Fey. When the event occurred... you were in the garden of the Inner Temple. And... You witnessed the moment of Ms. Elise Deauxnim's murder. ...Is this correct?
Maya:
... I, umm... I... I didn't see anyth--
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Straighten up this moment, young lady!
Maya:
Huh...?
Godot:
Pick your head up and speak clearly. There's always time for crying later.
Maya:
B-But I...
Godot:
Your mother was killed right in front of your eyes! There's nothing you can do to change that fact.
Maya:
...!
Godot:
But there's something you can do... You can finish this. You've been watching the whole thing right? You've seen the witnesses come out and you've seen us squeeze the truth out of them. Now it's your turn. ...Let's hear your testimony. On the night of the crime... what exactly did you see happen!?
Judge:
Witness. If you please.
Maya:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Witness Testimony
-- At the Inner Temple --
Maya:
I was passing through the garden on the way to a spare prep room when it happened.
Suddenly, someone struck me over the head...
I stumbled... and ended up against the stone lantern.
I think I screamed, "Help me!"
Then something warm splashed over me...
That's when... I lost consciousness.
Judge:
Hmm... So you were struck on the head... I suppose it must have been this staff.
Phoenix:
Maya! The person who hit you... It was Dahlia Hawthorne, wasn't it!?
Maya:
I-I'm sorry, Nick. I just... I couldn't see... I don't know who it was...
Phoenix:
Maya, think hard...
Maya:
Sorry, Nick, but I really couldn't!
Godot:
Ha...! Can't say it was an especially good night for young ladies to be walking around alone.
Judge:
It seems that it will be hard to determine the criminal through testimony alone. Very well then, Mr. Wright. Please begin your cross-examination...
Phoenix:
... (Maya... Hang in there... She doesn't look well at all...)
Cross Examination
-- At the Inner Temple --
Maya:
I was passing through the garden on the way to a spare prep room when it happened.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Who else was on the Inner Temple side that night?
Maya:
Well, Sister Bikini of course! But I remember her saying that Iris would be coming later as well.
Phoenix:
(On the day after the incident, Edgeworth met Bikini at Hazakura Temple. That means she couldn't be the criminal.) So then... did Iris actually come later like she said?
Maya:
Well, umm... Let me think...
Phoenix:
(She seems confused. It's probably because she's so tired...)
Maya:
No... I'm sure I didn't see her. She must have come while I was preparing for the training.
Maya:
Suddenly, someone struck me over the head...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Who did it? Who hit you?
Maya:
Ah... Well... I didn't see who it was... I was hit from behind.
Phoenix:
You didn't see the person...? But after that, your attacker was in front of you! How could you not see who it was!?
Maya:
Oh! L-Let me think for a sec... I'm sorry... I just can't remember.
Phoenix:
(Maya is really having a hard time... What should I do?)
Leave her alone
Phoenix:
(Considering the conditions at the crime scene... ...it's not surprising she didn't see her attacker.)
Godot:
Ha...! So it looks like even you've got some compassion.
Leads to:
"Judging by the testimony thus far, the identity of the attacker was most likely..."
Press her harder
Phoenix:
...Come on, Maya, this isn't making sense. Why didn't you see this person?
Maya:
Umm, well, let me think... It was... Uh... Oh yeah! That's right! It was dark, that's it!
Judge:
It was dark...?
Maya:
It's not good to have too much light around when someone is undergoing spiritual training.
Judge:
Hmm... Come to think of it, there was earlier testimony to that effect as well. So it was dark in the garden on the night of the crime...
Phoenix:
(Which is why she didn't see her attacker... I thought maybe she was trying to hide something, but I guess not...)
Leads to:
"Judging by the testimony thus far, the identity of the attacker was most likely..."
Judge:
Judging by the testimony thus far, the identity of the attacker was most likely...
Phoenix:
...The spirit that was channeled by Elise Deauxnim... Dahlia Hawthorne!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, please continue with your testimony. What happened after you were struck on the head...?
Maya:
I stumbled... and ended up against the stone lantern.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What happened afterwards!?
Maya:
My attacker was in front of me, blocking off my escape. ...I think.
Phoenix:
Y-You... think...?
Maya:
After getting hit like that... I-I was in a state of panic. There were only two things rolling around in my mind at the time.
Judge:
Well now...! This is beginning to get interesting!
Phoenix:
So what were the two things rolling around in your mind?
Maya:
Umm... "My name is Maya Fey. One plus one equals two"...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
You see, for some crazy reason, I was afraid I was going to lose my memory. I know it's odd considering my life was in danger, but that's how it was...
Judge:
That's not odd at all. Your actions are understandable, given the circumstances. So... What did you do then?
Maya:
I think I screamed, "Help me!"
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You think you screamed, but you're not sure?
Maya:
Listen, I was a complete wreck! It was dark and I couldn't see my attacker... Was it a man? A woman? An adult? A child? I had no idea... I was scared out of my wits!
Judge:
Believe me, my dear... I'm certain I would have soiled my robes.
Maya:
I thought this person might attack me, so I... so I... Anyway, I'm pretty sure I screamed... I thought that it was my last hope.
Phoenix:
(Wow, it sounds like poor little Maya really was out of her mind. But I wonder what she meant by "last hope"... What do I do? Do I press her for more details...?)
What did she scream?
Phoenix:
So you're certain that you screamed, "Help me!"?
Maya:
Umm... I think so. Now that I think about it... Yeah, that's gotta be what I screamed.
Godot:
Ha...! Is it all that strange, Trite, for her to have screamed, "Help me"?
Phoenix:
(No, but... Something about that bugs me... Why would you face someone that's trying to kill you... ...and go through the trouble of screaming for help?)
Judge:
...Alright then, witness. Go on with your testimony.
Maya:
Oh. Um... OK.
Leads back to cross-examination
"My last hope"
Phoenix:
Wait a minute, Maya. What's this "my last hope" stuff?
Maya:
Um, what...? What do you mean by "your last hope"?
Phoenix:
No, no, no! That's what you said...! You said, "my last hope."
Maya:
Huh? What? I said what?
Phoenix:
...... Look, you were facing an attacker that you couldn't see and you screamed, right? You screamed, "Help me!"
Maya:
Um, yeah.
Phoenix:
But you testified that you screamed that because you thought it was your last hope.
Maya:
Oh... Well, you know... That's like... What do you call it when that happens...
Phoenix:
(Maya's not doing so well up there...)
Maya:
Oh, yeah. Umm, I... Oh! That's right! I remember now... I was facing my attacker, but that's not who I was screaming at.
Phoenix:
Wh-What did you just say...?
Maya:
Yeah, that's right... It was the person behind my attacker that I was yelling at. That's who I was screaming to for help! ............ ...Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it now!?
Maya:
I messed up! I didn't... I didn't mean to let that slip out...
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Judge:
W-Witness! Are you absolutely sure of what you're saying? Behind the attacker... There was another person!?
Maya:
Um, I am... Well... I uhh, I meant to keep that part a secret. Nngh... What have I done?
Godot:
Ha...! "It takes a ton of pressure to make a diamond." That's what I always say.
Maya:
A ton of pressure...
Godot:
...You're in a court of law here! You can't make things up or try to hide things in this chamber.
Judge:
...Witness. The information you just presented is vital to the case. I want you to add it to your testimony!
Adds statement "I could see a man behind my attacker by the light of the stone lantern."
Wait and see
Phoenix:
(Maya is really emotionally and physically exhausted. I shouldn't go overboard. For the time being, I'll just play it by ear.)
Judge:
...Alright then, witness. Go on with your testimony.
Maya:
Oh. Um... OK.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after adding statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Maya:
I could see a man behind my attacker by the light of the stone lantern.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A man? Who was this man?
Maya:
W-Well... Y-You see... I-I couldn't see.
Phoenix:
You couldn't see...? (She's used this excuse twice now...)
Maya:
Well, you know... Lantern light isn't very bright.
Judge:
Lantern light, did you say?
Maya:
There's a great big stone lantern in the garden! They always light it when an acolyte is there for training.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
H-Hey! You know what they say... "Under the lantern, darkness reigns." So I could see the person that was further away, but not my attacker, who was closer! Plus, there weren't any other light sources in the garden at the time...
Judge:
Hmm...
Present Stone Lantern
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...So there was a man standing behind your attacker?"
Maya:
Then something warm splashed over me...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Y-You don't mean...! W-Was it...?
Maya:
I didn't know it at the time, but... I... I think it was probably blood.
Phoenix:
(Is she saying that's when Ms. Deauxnim, who was channeling Dahlia... ...was stabbed in the back by the killer?)
Maya:
At that moment, I was paralyzed with fear... I was just sitting there in the snow. I'm sure blood got on everything around me.
Maya:
That's when... I lost consciousness.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So what happened next?
Maya:
...I don't remember.
Godot:
How were you saved? You don't even remember that?
Maya:
No... I haven't got any idea! Umm... I really don't know what happened at all!
Godot:
That's too bad.
Phoenix:
(I've worked side by side with Maya for 3 years now. When she hides something, I can tell by how she acts. And right now... I'm absolutely certain she's hiding something!)
Phoenix:
...So there was a man standing behind your attacker?
Maya:
Umm... yeah.
Phoenix:
That man... He's the killer. He stabbed her from behind. He's the one who killed Elise Deauxnim... Otherwise known as... Misty Fey, your mother.
Maya:
The killer...!
Phoenix:
Maya... You know who killed your mother, don't you.
Maya:
Umm...
Judge:
Wh-What is the meaning of this, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
To be frank, Your Honor, I think she is in shock and quite confused. That's why she hasn't noticed the huge problem with her testimony.
Maya:
H-Huh? What do you mean? What problem...?
Phoenix:
...Maya. On the night of the crime... that stone lantern was out of commission.
Maya:
Huh... What!?
Phoenix:
...It's true. There was no light anywhere in the garden that night.
Maya:
N-No!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! M-Mr. Godot! Explain this!
Godot:
...Add the pureness of milk to the perfect, clear darkness of coffee. Stir. That is the state of the witness's mind right now -- a cup of café au lait.
Judge:
C-Café o' Lay? Is that even legal...?
Godot:
Mr. Trite's words are the milk and you are the spoon, Your Honor.
Judge:
I-I'm a spoon!? I'm no spoony bard, I'll have you know!
Godot:
You must have noticed it too, Trite. ...This witness's mental state is highly unstable right now. It's not hard to understand why she would make a little mistake like that.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but that's not going to cut it!
Godot:
...What did you say!?
Phoenix:
If there truly was no light in the garden... ...then there's a fatal contradiction in the witness's last bit of testimony!
Maya:
N-Nick...
Phoenix:
...May I? Recall the witness's statement about her attacker. She said that she didn't know if it was a man or a woman, an adult or a child. ...And yet! The witness could describe a person that was standing behind her attacker... And she quite clearly described him as a man!
Maya:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
...In other words! That would have to mean that Maya actually saw our mystery person! Despite it being so dark that she couldn't see the face of the attacker in front of her!
Maya:
N... NOOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Or-Order! Order! Order! What in the world does this all mean, Mr. Wright!? Are you saying Ms. Fey saw the real killer under pitch black conditions!?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Trite! Do you have any idea what you're proposing? How could she have seen in the dark? There was no other light source at the scene!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
There are some things that you can only see in the dark, Mr. Godot.
Godot:
...!
Phoenix:
Maya, you did see who the killer was in the dark. And now... you're trying to cover for him.
Judge:
C-Cover...!? For the man that killed her mother...!?
Phoenix:
There's only one conclusion I can draw from this... You know who this man is!
Maya:
...... ... Please... Nick... I don't know anything... Please... I'm begging you...
Godot:
...Ha! You talk a good game, Trite. But let's see if you can walk the walk. It was pitch black. So what could the witness see? I'm calling your bluff!
Maya:
N-No, Nick! Don't...! P-Please! Stop...!
Phoenix:
(Maya is dead set on protecting this guy... The man who murdered Maya's long-lost mother...! But... I can't let him get away with it. I'm a lawyer. An officer of the court. I'm here to find the truth!)
Judge:
...Alright, Mr. Wright. Time to show us what you've got. Who was this person that you say Ms. Fey saw in the darkness...?
Present Godot profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Because it was pitch black, Ms. Fey was able to recognize the killer easily."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
It looks like you've proven a well-known fact. The fact that people really CAN'T see in the dark!
Phoenix:
Urk...
Godot:
You're just the man I thought you were... You should try a nice, sweet café au lait at least once in your life, Trite!
Phoenix:
...... (B-But I'm sure she saw the killer in the dark...! So the answer is clear! What is visible in the dark!?)
Leads back to:
"...Alright, Mr. Wright. Time to show us what you've got."
Phoenix:
Because it was pitch black, Ms. Fey was able to recognize the killer easily. I'm sure the court would like to see for itself how this is possible, yes?
Judge:
What!? B-But how do you propose to show us something like that!?
Phoenix:
...It's easy. We just need to recreate the conditions of that night.
Judge:
C-Conditions...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense officially requests... ...that all the lights in this courtroom be turned off!
Judge:
... Wh... Wh... This is... ...But it can't be...!
Godot:
...Ha...
That was a nice bit of deduction... Trite.
Phoenix:
Well, everyone...? This is the man Maya saw on the night of the murder!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Prosecutor Godot! What is the meaning of this!?
Godot:
...
Judge:
Surely you must be shocked to hear yourself accused of such a thing! Why aren't you denying it!?
Godot:
Ha...! Your Honor. You're asking the wrong person.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean by that!?
Godot:
If you've got a question, ask the witness... That's one of my rules.
Phoenix:
Well, Maya!? How about it? What you saw that night... Was it 3 glowing red lights?
Maya:
...
Judge:
Well, witness? Answer the question.
Maya:
... Y... You're wrong! I-I... I never saw that!
Phoenix:
M-Maya!
Maya:
I thought the person that stabbed my mother was a man... ...for a totally different reason!
Phoenix:
Wha-Whaat?
Judge:
W-Witness... M-Mr. Wright, what the...!?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Stop your chattering, Your Honor.
Judge:
Ch-Ch-Chattering...?
Godot:
If it's worth asking, ask the witness. That's one of my rules.
Judge:
...... Alright. Well then, let's continue with the testimony. Please tell us how you knew the killer was a man!
Maya:
...Y-Yes, Your Honor. I didn't realize it until after I woke up, but...
Witness Testimony
-- The Killer --
Maya:
...When I came to, I was just lying there on the Training Hall floor.
By the time I got back to the garden, the place had totally changed...
The torches were lit... And the body was gone.
And all of the snow around the stone lantern had been carefully cleaned up, too.
Since the person did all that work alone, I just assumed it was a man...
Judge:
Hmm... So it was after the crime took place that the witness came to think the killer was a man.
Maya:
Yes... That's right...I'm sorry, Your Honor, I...
Judge:
No need to apologize. It's as Mr. Godot said... You're utterly exhausted. It's only natural that you would be a little confused.
Godot:
...
Judge:
Also, if you consider the situation you described... ...it doesn't seem too much of a stretch to assume the criminal was a man. Mr. Wright. Proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Killer --
Maya:
...When I came to, I was just lying there on the Training Hall floor.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you lost consciousness when you were in the garden. Is that right?
Maya:
Yes. I think... I think it happened when the v-victim was stabbed.
Phoenix:
So then the person that carried you into the Inner Temple...?
Judge:
It could only have been the killer...!
Godot:
...
Maya:
That's what I think, too.
Phoenix:
(So the killer carried Maya into the Inner Temple...)
Maya:
By the time I got back to the garden, the place had totally changed...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Naturally the killer must have done it, right?
Maya:
Yes, I think so...
Phoenix:
But why would the killer tamper with the crime scene like that? There must have been something that the killer desperately wanted to hide.
Maya:
...... I... ...... I don't know.
Phoenix:
(It looks like she doesn't have enough confidence. I think I need to gather some more information before I ask her again...)
Press (after pressing third and fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Naturally the killer must have done it, right?
Maya:
Yes, I think so...
Phoenix:
But why would the killer tamper with the crime scene like that? There must have been something that the killer desperately wanted to hide.
Maya:
...... I... The truth is... When I saw the crime scene, I felt something.
Phoenix:
You did?
Maya:
Yes... I felt like the killer was hiding the evidence for me... for my sake...
Judge:
Wh-What? Hiding it for you...!?
Maya:
Everyone knew that I was the only one at the Inner Temple that night. If Sister Bikini had come back and looked at the garden...
Phoenix:
...She may have thought that you had done it...
Judge:
...No, she definitely would have thought so. And you're saying that's why the killer... ...cleaned up the crime scene to make it look like nothing had happened...?
Maya:
Yes. I'm sure of it.
Judge:
Well, that's certainly an important piece of information! I want you to add that to your testimony!
Maya:
Yes, Your Honor...
Adds statement "I think it was for my sake that the killer cleaned up the evidence of what had happened."
Press (after pressing third and fourth statement, subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Maya:
I think it was for my sake that the killer cleaned up the evidence of what had happened.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
They did it for your sake...?
Maya:
Well... If the body and the blood hadn't been removed... ...I would've immediately been the prime suspect, right?
Judge:
Yes, I suppose that's true.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, and if that happened, the body would have caused some other problems, too. If her real identity had come out right then, it would have been terrible. "Master of Kurain Killed by Own Daughter!" I don't think Maya would've been able to handle it...)
Judge:
But still... It's rather difficult to fathom the killer's motives. What reason is there to go through that much trouble to protect you...?
Maya:
...
Present Stone Lantern
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The body of Elise Deauxnim was carried all the way to Hazakura Temple's courtyard."
Maya:
The torches were lit... And the body was gone.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The torches were lit?
Maya:
Yes. That's how I noticed that the whole scene had changed.
Phoenix:
(I'm going to say it was the killer who lit the torches... I mean, who else could it be?)
Judge:
The killer probably lit them since it'd be impossible to do any cover-up work in the dark. However, if that's true, there's one thing that still bothers me. Why did the killer go to the effort of moving the body?
Phoenix:
(That's true... It's hard to see how that would be of any advantage to the killer. The only one who would gain anything from that would be... ...the only person that was at the Inner Temple, Maya.)
Maya:
...
Judge:
Very well... Let me hear some more about the condition of the crime scene.
Maya:
And all of the snow around the stone lantern had been carefully cleaned up, too.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you're saying the killer cleaned up the snow? (It did look really odd... The snow was removed in an unnatural-looking rectangular shape around the lantern...)
Maya:
There were a lot of shovels around the Inner Temple. But they're all really heavy. Way too heavy for me to use.
Judge:
...An odd fellow indeed, this killer. Why on earth would anyone want to take snow away?
Phoenix:
Well there's one thing I can think of... Didn't you say that a lot of the victim's blood sprayed onto the snow?
Maya:
Y-Yeah... The area I collapsed in ended up being splattered.
Phoenix:
In other words... ...the killer's purpose was to hide the bloody snow. I think that's the most reasonable explanation.
Judge:
Hmm, perhaps... However, there's something that's bothering me. If the killer just wanted to hide the snow with blood on it... ...there was no need to remove that amount.
Phoenix:
(That's true... He could have scooped up just the snow that was stained with blood.)
Judge:
It looks like there are some mysteries behind this issue.
Maya:
...But, I think this will help explain them!
Maya:
Since the person did all that work alone, I just assumed it was a man...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you're saying that you never saw the killer, right?
Maya:
Y-Yes.
Phoenix:
But earlier you very clearly stated that... ...you saw a man behind your attacker.
Maya:
... Nick... I'm sorry...
Phoenix:
(The killer certainly went through a lot of trouble... Moving the body by pendulum, manipulating the crime scene... But for what purpose...? Why do all that? Maybe Maya knows more than she's letting on...)
Phoenix:
The body of Elise Deauxnim was carried all the way to Hazakura Temple's courtyard. Then at the garden, the real scene of the crime... ...the snow that we suspect was covered in blood was scooped up and removed. It's reasonable to believe all this was done in an attempt to hide the true crime scene. However... There's still one matter that still seems somewhat odd.
Godot:
Oh? And what would that be?
Phoenix:
You must have figured it out by now, Mr. Godot... It's the message written in blood on the lantern.
Godot:
...!
Phoenix:
It was written very clearly on the white stone lantern. "Maya"...
Maya:
Ah...
Phoenix:
If the killer was so motivated to protect Maya from suspicion... ...then why didn't he wipe the writing off the lantern?
Judge:
Aaaaaaah! You're right! Order! Order! Order! B-But, Mr. Wright! Isn't it a fact that the killer was trying to cover up the crime scene...?
Phoenix:
Indeed. But it doesn't make much sense to move the body and remove the bloody snow... ...then not wipe off the most incriminating thing of all -- the bloody writing!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
But if that's the case... ...do you have an explanation for the killer's mysterious behavior? Why would this killer move the body and remove all that snow... ...but then leave the bloody writing on the lantern...?
Phoenix:
(I don't know what the killer's plan was... ...but it's a fact that the killer left the writing on the lantern. There must be a reason for it!)
Judge:
Well then, Mr. Wright! Let's hear your opinion. Why did the killer leave the message written in blood on the lantern?
The killer wrote it.
Phoenix:
There's only one reason... And it's easier to spot than Sister Bikini in a bikini. It's because the killer is the one who wrote it!
Judge:
......
Maya:
......
Godot:
......
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Judge:
...Too bad, Mr. Wright. Don't you remember the testimony of that rather pathetic, vile woman?
Dahlia:
I think... I think I was stabbed. Anyway, I suddenly lost consciousness... But before I did... I scrawled her name on the lantern. I had hoped it would cast suspicion on Maya.
Phoenix:
... Oh yeah... She did say that, didn't she...?
Godot:
Ha...! You and Dahlia... I'm not sure which one of you is more pathetic!
Phoenix:
Ugggghhh!
Phoenix:
(I've got to recall everything I've seen and heard up to this point! The answer is there somewhere!)
Leads back to:
"Well then, Mr. Wright! Let's hear your opinion."
To pin the crime on Maya.
Phoenix:
There's only one reason! One as obvious as Jean Armstrong in a thong on the Riviera! ...The killer was trying to pin the crime on Maya!
Judge:
......
Maya:
......
Godot:
......
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Maya:
Umm, Nick. I shouldn't have to be the one to tell you this, but... If the killer had meant to put the blame on me... ...then why didn't the killer leave the crime scene as it was?
Phoenix:
Oh...
Judge:
Once again, you've been pointing that finger where it doesn't belong!
Phoenix:
Ugggghhh!
Phoenix:
(I've got to recall everything I've seen and heard up to this point! The answer is there somewhere!)
Leads back to:
"Well then, Mr. Wright! Let's hear your opinion."
The killer didn't notice it.
Leads to:
"...Prosecutor Godot. Earlier in this trial, you gave me some good advice."
Phoenix:
...Prosecutor Godot. Earlier in this trial, you gave me some good advice. "Once you eliminate the impossible... ...whatever remains must be the truth."
Godot:
Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought.
Phoenix:
The real killer wanted to disguise the fact that a crime occurred there. If that's the case... They wouldn't have left the bloody writing on the stone lantern on purpose! Therefore, it must mean that they didn't notice it...
Maya:
B-But... That doesn't make any sense! The torches were all lit and everything... There's no way any normal person would miss something as glaring as that!
Phoenix:
You're right... There is no way any "normal" person would.
Judge:
What...? What are you trying to say, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
There's only one person involved in this incident... ...who could have missed seeing the bloody writing altogether.
Judge:
And who would that be!? Who is the person that could have failed to notice the bloody writing!?
Present Godot profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Godot..."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
...I think I'll leave some bloody writing when I die, too. I'll write... "Wright Left".
Phoenix:
H-Huh?
Judge:
You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?
Phoenix:
(Is he telling me I need to leave the courtroom...?)
Godot:
Hey, Trite... You can play after the trial is over!
Phoenix:
(I'm sure I'm on the right track! I've just got to think more carefully about all that's happened up to this point!)
Leads back to:
"There's only one person involved in this incident..."
Phoenix:
Mr. Godot... This is what you said yesterday...
Godot:
My eyesight is pretty messed up. Even with these huge goggles on my head, I still can't see everything.
Judge:
You can't see everything!? Is that correct, Mr. Godot!?
Godot:
...
Phoenix:
This lantern was submitted as evidence today. I would like the court to think back to the moment it was first presented.
Judge:
Th-This lantern... There's something written on it! Wh-Why... It's written in blood!
Godot:
Hmph... Nonsense! This lantern... It's as clean as a whistle!
Phoenix:
...Mr. Godot. Just admit it. There are certain colors you can't see... Correct?
Godot:
...
Phoenix:
You can't see red on a white background, can you? ...That's right. We went through this once before. During the poisoning case at Trés Bien...
Godot:
This is the apron the delightful Ms. Byrde was wearing at the time. And somehow spilled coffee on.
Judge:
There's something still bothering me, Mr. Godot. Why have you not explained the bloodstain to the court?
Godot:
Bloodstain? What bloodstain would that be?
Judge:
Don't play games, prosecutor! The blood-colored stain that's smeared all over the apron!
Godot:
That's ridiculous! No one told me anything about a bloodstain!
Phoenix:
You could see the coffee on the white apron... ...But you couldn't see the ketchup. Because it was red.
Godot:
... Ha...! It's strange... In a black and white photo, those letters would have appeared black to me... I wonder... Why am I the only one that can't see them...?
Judge:
S-So then... Mr. Godot! Are you admitting it!? Are you admitting that you couldn't see the red writing on the lantern!?
Godot:
...Hey, gramps. Didn't you know? That's the reason why I don't drink red tea!
Phoenix:
(I wasn't sure about it until now, but... I just can't believe it... Prosecutor Godot is the murderer! But... There's no going back now. I've finally figured out the truth...!)
Phoenix:
...Mr. Godot. The defense at this time formally accuses you. You are the murderer of Ms. Elise Deauxnim, also known as Ms. Misty Fey!
Judge:
It's hard to believe this may be true. However... ...once again Mr. Wright has brought up a disquieting fact about you!
Godot:
Ha...! Just make sure you don't fill out the indictment in red ink, gramps. Come on... How does a little graffiti make me into the killer?
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
Besides, it's not like it's my name that's written there.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I'm certain that the killer wasn't able to see the color red!
Godot:
This is rich. Do go on, Trite.
Phoenix:
The answer is right there at the crime scene. In the snow...
Judge:
The snow? How so?
Phoenix:
Well, for example, why did the killer move all that snow...? Your Honor, you said it yourself. If they wanted to hide the bloody snow, why not take out just that area?
Judge:
Yes, why didn't they take just that area...? Ah! C-Could it be...!?
Phoenix:
Yes. The killer couldn't see the red blood that had seeped into the snow. And so, he had to remove all of the snow! He couldn't be sure of where the blood had landed, so he removed the whole area!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Isn't it more likely that the killer couldn't see the blood because it was dark?
Phoenix:
...Not a chance. The torches were all lit. They would have been able to see fine.
Judge:
......It seems... ...that once again, this trial has taken an unexpected turn, to say the least. Can you explain this, Mr. Godot!?
Hold it!
Maya:
W-Wait! Just wait a minute!
Phoenix:
Maya!
Judge:
Wh-What is it, witness?
Maya:
M-Mr. Godot... isn't the killer...! After all, he didn't even come to the Inner Temple... ...until 2 days after the murder took place! He didn't show up until after that old bridge got fixed up!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Maya...
Maya:
...!
Godot:
You can't testify to something like that.
Maya:
Why...? What do you mean!? I may not look it, but I'm-- Eeeeeeeek!!
Godot:
After the murder happened... you didn't even exist.
Judge:
She didn't...? I'm afraid I don't follow...
Godot:
Are you senile, old man? We established this just a little while ago. After the murder, this witness was unconscious for a long time. Because she was channeling Dahlia Hawthorne.
Judge:
Oh... That's right...
Maya:
P-Please, Your Honor! Let me add to my testimony! ...Nick! Please listen to me...!
Phoenix:
......
(Maya... Do you plan to cover for Godot no matter what the cost...? If that's the case, then I've got no choice.) ...Your Honor! Let's hear her testimony. If it means we're going to hear the whole truth, I say we should not silence her.
Godot:
Ha...! Nicely done, Trite.
Judge:
Very well, let's hear the witness's testimony. Please tell us what happened at the Inner Temple after the murder.
Maya:
Yes, sir. After I woke up, I began channeling and my spirit "left me", as it were. But that little girl was there at the Inner Temple, too!
Witness Testimony
-- After the Incident --
Maya:
Pearly was also stuck on the Inner Temple side that night!
The next morning, she looked around, but couldn't find anyone.
The next day, when the bridge was finally fixed, she was in the spare prep room.
That's when Mr. Godot arrived at the Inner Temple for the first time!
He found Pearly first, and cheered her right up!
Judge:
Who is this "Pearly"...?
Maya:
That's my little cousin! Pearl Fey.
Judge:
Hmm... So when did you hear about this?
Maya:
Oh, just a while ago... When I was in the medical office.
Judge:
I'm terribly sorry... But what you heard from someone else is simply not admissible as testimony.
Maya:
Whaaaat!? Come on! Pearly would never tell a lie! She's a way more honest person than I'll ever be!
Phoenix:
(Real smart, Maya. You always know the best things to say when you're under oath...)
Godot:
Ha...! The prosecution has no objection. We believe the witness.
Judge:
M-Mr. Godot!
Godot:
Let's just move on to the cross-examination... If the defense has no objections...
Judge:
Th-This is highly unusual, but... Well, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
... Let's get this cross-examination started.
Godot:
...
Cross Examination
-- After the Incident --
Maya:
Pearly was also stuck on the Inner Temple side that night!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So where did do you think Pearls slept that night?
Maya:
In the spare prep room next to the Training Hall, I guess. There's a rule that you can't enter the Training Hall during an acolyte's training.
Judge:
But even so, why did she go to the Inner Temple in the first place?
Phoenix:
It seems that Pearls became very worried about Maya.
Maya:
She knew that the spiritual training I was about to undergo was very intense.
Phoenix:
(Pearls was supposed to channel Dahlia Hawthorne... But she couldn't do it. That's why she headed to the Inner Temple. However, Dahlia Hawthorne was already there... ...possessing the body of Elise Deauxnim.)
Maya:
The next morning, she looked around, but couldn't find anyone.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She searched the entire Inner Temple side, end to end...?
Maya:
Well, you see... Pearly gets pretty scared when she's alone. And there weren't that many places to look... She says that she even went back and forth several times.
Phoenix:
The Inner Temple side has two structures: the Training Hall and a spare prep room...
Maya:
And there's also a storage shack, I think... That's about it.
Phoenix:
(There was a storage shack, too?) ...Pearls was looking for other people, right?
Phoenix:
Would she have really examined a storage shack all that carefully...?
Maya:
... Well, if it was me, that would be the first place I would investigate!
Judge:
Hmm... So that means it's possible that someone may have been hiding in the storage shack.
Maya:
The next day, when the bridge was finally fixed, she was in the spare prep room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Pearls didn't hear the sound of them working on the bridge?
Maya:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
I was just wondering why she would stay in the prep room. If it was me, I'd at least go out and wait at the foot of the bridge.
Maya:
...Oh. Well, Pearly said she was sleeping at the time. She said she was so scared during the night... ...that she couldn't sleep well and woke up a bunch of times.
Judge:
Poor little girl... All alone like that...
Godot:
Well, we know that she had at least one friend in the Sacred Cavern. ...Dahlia Hawthorne, who was busy battling with the trick lock...
Phoenix:
(She couldn't let anyone see her... So she wouldn't have shown herself to Pearls.)
Godot:
What happened after the bridge was finally fixed...?
Maya:
That's when Mr. Godot arrived at the Inner Temple for the first time!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So it was your first time on the Inner Temple side, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
Hmm? That's funny. Am I imagining things, or did the defense ask me a question?
Judge:
...Mr. Wright, please save your questions for the witness.
Phoenix:
"What you heard from someone else is simply not admissible as testimony." Those are your words. ...Your Honor.
Judge:
... Touché, Mr. Wright. Oh well... What do you have to say, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
Hot nights and even hotter coffee... That's what I always say. If it hadn't have been for this case, I never would have visited there. A freezing cold temple in the mountains... I think I'll pass!
Phoenix:
(So he had never visited Hazakura Temple or the Inner Temple, huh...?)
Godot:
...Ha! You want to say something, Trite?
After picking third choice at fifth statement
Phoenix:
(It's just like I thought. Godot is lying! If his first visit to the Inner Temple really was after the incident.. He shouldn't know about that piece of evidence!)
Leads to:
"Very well, please go on with your testimony."
Otherwise
Phoenix:
(In any case, I have to find a crack in Godot's armor! While I cross-examine Maya, that is...)
Leads to:
"Very well, please go on with your testimony."
Judge:
Very well, please go on with your testimony. After fixing the bridge, the policemen came over to the Inner Temple side, right?
Maya:
Yes! Then Mr. Godot...
Present Hanging Scroll after picking third choice at fifth statement
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Mr. Godot."
Maya:
He found Pearly first, and cheered her right up!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
H-He cheered her up...?
Maya:
That's what Pearly said... She said he was a very nice older gentleman. Thank you for looking after my cousin, Mr. Godot!
Judge:
And here I was thinking you were nothing more than a coffee-addict.
Godot:
Ha...! Cut it out... ...You're making me blush.
Phoenix:
(This guy is really beginning to get on my nerves... In more ways than one...)
Godot:
The truth is there aren't that many places to look on the Inner Temple side. The policemen were all busy going over the garden with fine-toothed combs. So I decided to carry out an investigation in my own way... Godot-style!
Judge:
I'm the same way. I like to hand down verdicts in my own way, Judge-style!
Phoenix:
(Hmm, maybe I should ask some questions, Phoenix-Style...)
Forget it
Judge:
How about it, Mr. Wright? Do you have anything to add?
Phoenix:
No. I give up... This whole Phoenix-style thing, I mean.
Judge:
It seems... ...this phrase has become overused, so I'm putting an end to it... Judge-style.
Phoenix:
(Then let it go already!)
Leads back to cross-examination
Cheering Pearls up
Phoenix:
So you cheered Pearls up?
Godot:
When I found that little girl... ...the first thing she asked about was her cousin, Maya Fey.
Maya:
Really...?
Godot:
The bridge had burned down and she was huddled up in that tiny shack with no heat... Even though she must have had a truly terrifying night out there... ...she asked about you before she said a thing about herself.
Maya:
P-Pearly...
Godot:
I noticed that you weren't anywhere on the Inner Temple side. But... I couldn't find it in me to tell her that. So I gave her my last cup. With milk and sugar... To hide the bitterness of the harsh truth.
Judge:
Wh-What a sweet story... *sniffle*
Phoenix:
(He had a thermos of coffee? Why doesn't that surprise me?)
Leads back to cross-examination
Godot's investigation
Leads back to:
"You said that you conducted an investigation of your own."
Phoenix:
You said that you conducted an investigation of your own. Did you find anything?
Godot:
It looks like my investigation went about as well as yours, Trite. After all, I did miss the bloody writing on the lantern.
Phoenix:
(Well, I didn't miss it, so speak for yourself, Goggles!)
Godot:
The only odd thing I discovered was the beauty in the Training Hall.
Phoenix:
Beauty...?
Godot:
...Misty Fey, naturally. Clad in her stunning Japanese garb surrounded by the hue and aroma of Western tastes.
Phoenix:
(Western tastes...? Could he find a stranger way to describe gravy...?)
Judge:
So from there you headed for the prep room?
Phoenix:
...... (Wait a sec... What did Godot say just now? I think I just found his proverbial weak spot!)
Phoenix:
(There's only one thing of any importance here... Where was Godot when the murder was taking place? He must have already been at the Inner Temple when it happened. Otherwise, he couldn't have killed Elise Deauxnim!)
Phoenix:
...Mr. Godot. The first time you crossed Dusky Bridge and went into the Inner Temple... ...was long before the murder took place.
Godot:
...
Maya:
Wh-Why do you say that!?
Phoenix:
Because he just made one fatal slip-up. The hanging scroll in the Training Hall...
Judge:
Hanging scroll...?
Maya:
B-But! Mr. Godot is right! That scroll shows a picture of my mother!
Phoenix:
Maya... I know you know who it is, but here's something you didn't know. By the time the bridge had been repaired, two days after the murder... ...the hanging scroll in the Training Hall looked like this.
Judge:
What's that wonderfully delicious smell!?
Phoenix:
The morning after the crime, someone covered it with gravy.
Maya:
Gravy...? But why gravy, Nick?
Phoenix:
Because gravy was much more than a condiment to the culprit. Well, Mr. Godot!? If you really hadn't seen the hanging scroll until after the murder... ...you wouldn't have had any way of knowing that it was Misty Fey!
Hold it!
Maya:
W-Wait a minute, Nick!
Phoenix:
...Yes?
Maya:
T-Take another look at the hanging scroll! Look! At the top...! There's a crest there!
Phoenix:
Ah, that. It's the mark of the Master, correct?
Maya:
Exactly! So if you know the meaning of the mark...
Judge:
...Then you could guess that it was a picture of Misty Fey on there!
Phoenix:
True, but Mr. Godot described what was underneath like this. "Clad in her stunning Japanese garb surrounded by the hue and aroma of Western tastes."
Maya:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Yes, it's possible that he knew what the crest meant. ...However! He couldn't have known that she was wearing Japanese clothing! Mr. Godot! On the day of the murder... ...you were hiding at the Inner Temple, long before the crime took place!
Godot:
Can I ask you just one little thing, Trite?
Phoenix:
...What is it?
Godot:
This whole theory of yours... It all rests on a certain assumption. That I knew beforehand that a crime was going to be committed.
Maya:
Th-That's right! Otherwise there's no reason for him to sneak onto the crime scene...
Phoenix:
... Of course Mr. Godot knew about the plan.
Maya:
Huh...?
Judge:
Wh-What did you say!? Is it really possible that another person knew of that plan!?
Present Burnt Letter
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...This crime was actually planned over a year ago."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
...Mr. Wright. At this stage of the game... a mere guess is simply unacceptable.
Godot:
...So in the end, you were just bluffing, huh? Well, don't expect any sympathy cards from me, Trite!
Phoenix:
(But there's only one way he could have known about the crime!)
Judge:
...Mr. Wright, I'll give you just one more chance.
Leads back to:
"Of course Mr. Godot knew about the plan."
Phoenix:
...This crime was actually planned over a year ago. Morgan Fey authored the plan for her daughter's future... ...and these instructions were hidden somewhere in Fey Manor for a year... However, by the time little Pearls found these instructions... ...they had already been unsealed.
Judge:
Unsealed...?
Phoenix:
Yes. The killer had read these instructions long before Pearls ever found them. That's how he knew the crime was to take place at the Inner Temple!
Godot:
And you're saying this crafty killer... is me?
Phoenix:
You bet I am.
Godot:
But you just said that the instructions were hidden...
Maya:
Th-That's right! Mr. Godot couldn't have known where the instructions were hidden!
Phoenix:
If he really wanted to know, he had one great chance to find out.
Judge:
Y-Yes, and when was that...?
Phoenix:
...During a visit.
Maya:
A visit?
Phoenix:
Morgan Fey told her daughter, Pearl, about where the instructions were hidden... ...during one of her visits to the detention center. That would be the only time for someone to have learned where they were hidden.
Judge:
Ea-Eavesdropping on a visit at the detention center!
Phoenix:
Yes, it could be arranged if you were someone with easy access in and out of there. Like for example, a prosecutor such as Mr. Godot!
Godot:
...!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! M-Mr. Godot...! You're under fire again!
Phoenix:
...This murder could not have been carried out without prior knowledge! And you...! You were the only one that could've acquired this information before the murder.
Godot:
...Humans are afraid of the dark. And yet... At the same time, we're fascinated and bewitched by it. Maybe that's why humans drink the darkness that is coffee.
Judge:
......
Phoenix:
Umm... Sorry for always asking, but what does that mean?
Godot:
It means there's a reason for everything. According to your theory, the killer in this case eavesdropped... ...on a conversation during a jail visit where he learned of a hidden plan for a crime.  After discovering the plans, he hid in the Inner Temple and waited for the crime to occur. Then he ultimately took a person's life. ...And he did all of that just to protect this witness?
Phoenix:
That's right.
Godot:
If you're accusing me of this crime, I have to ask you... Why would I do this? This girl is nothing but a stranger to me. I've got no reason to go through that kind of trouble to protect her. I am what you see. I am certainly not the type to rescue the damsel in distress.
Judge:
Hmm... The killer's behavior is... certainly... extreme... for lack of a better word. Even considering that the killer wanted to protect this witness's life... ...his behavior is still a little too unnatural!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
However... ...you had a good reason didn't you, Mr. Godot? An unshakable reason that forced you to protect this witness at all costs!
Maya:
...... I knew it... You've figured it out, haven't you, Nick...?
Phoenix:
(Maya... I guess you were doing your best to cover for Godot... ...for the same reason, huh?)
Godot:
OK, Trite. I'm all ears. ...Let's hear it.
Phoenix:
It's very simple... Maya Fey is a lot more than just a stranger to you.
Judge:
Wh-What's this...!?
Phoenix:
There's one person who lies at the very center of this whole story. One person that ties you and Maya Fey together inextricably!
Present Mia Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There's a very good reason why Maya Fey's life is so precious to you!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
...Sorry, but at this point in my life, I'm a lone wolf. I've got no connection to that person whatsoever.
Judge:
Yes, and by the way, I don't have any connection with them either, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(What am I doing...? If I think about Godot's true identity, the answer is obvious!)
Godot:
How's it going, Trite? I knew it... Has this whole trial just been too much for you...?
Phoenix:
...Yeah, maybe. I'm not sure... But I am sure about one thing!
Leads back to:
"Maya Fey is a lot more than just a stranger to you."
Phoenix:
There's a very good reason why Maya Fey's life is so precious to you! After all... She is Mia Fey's only sister.
Maya:
...!
Godot:
Mia... Fey.
Phoenix:
You once worked alongside her. That was when you... were a defense attorney.
Judge:
W-Wait a second here! Mr. Godot is... is a defense attorney!?
Phoenix:
With Your Honor's piercing intellect, you must have figured it out by now... The real name of this man who calls himself "Godot"... His real name is... Diego Armando. Isn't that right?
Godot:
The last time someone called me by that name... ...was over 6 years ago.
Judge:
Diego Armando... That name rings a bell...
Phoenix:
It should, Your Honor. All of this is related to a single case... A case in which a convict named Terry Fawles killed himself... Mia Fey's first time in court. The tragic outcome left a deep wound in her heart. She knew that behind it all was a heartless, scheming demoness in disguise. But in the end, Mia couldn't tear off that disguise. However, there was one man who reached out to help her. ...Diego Armando, a senior defense lawyer at the office where Mia worked.
Mia:
It's my fault! It's all my fault that Mr. Fawles killed himself!
Armando:
............... Mia... You can't cry yet. The only time a lawyer can cry is when it's all over.
Godot:
... I was moved by her... The way she put all her faith in her clients... That pure, sweet heart of hers... That's why... I could never forgive Dahlia Hawthorne. Mia and I thoroughly investigated that fake kidnapping incident. Then one fateful day, Dahlia wanted to meet with me... It had been 6 months since the trial... We met in the courthouse cafeteria.
Judge:
Ah...! I just remembered! 6 years ago! Right here in this courthouse! You were poisoned...!
Godot:
Even I didn't see it coming. Dahlia Hawthorne slipped some poison into my coffee.
Judge:
Some newspapers at the time called it a murder. But very little information about the case was released to the press...
Phoenix:
But you weren't dead at all!
Godot:
No official reports ever actually called it a murder. I was just in a deep, deep coma...
Phoenix:
I see...
Godot:
...My body shut down, and my life became nothing but a long, deep sleep. That woman's poison did a real number on my central nervous system... I lost my sight, and all of my hair turned white due to the damage it caused.
Maya:
That's terrible...
Godot:
Apparently it was a miracle that I ever regained consciousness. Five years had passed since I drank that poisoned brew... Then one morning, my eyes flew open... from the smell of a doctor's cup of coffee.
Judge:
F-Five years...!? You were asleep for 5 years!?
Godot:
And the worst possible news was waiting for me... ...Mia Fey was dead. From the very moment I opened my eyes... I had already lost everything I thought I had. The woman I loved had been murdered... And the woman I loathed had been sentenced to death.
Judge:
The woman you loathed...?
Godot:
The woman who had spiked my scalding hot coffee... Dahlia Hawthorne! Ha...! Good ol' Mia. She didn't let me down. She got her revenge before she checked out. In the end... There wasn't anyone waiting for me when I woke up.
Maya:
Th-That's so sad...
Godot:
For someone like me... For someone who had slept away their best days... ...there were only 2 reasons left to live. And it was for those 2 reasons that I decided to become a prosecutor.
Phoenix:
If I may ask... What were your 2 reasons to live...?
Godot:
The first was you, Trite.
Phoenix:
Huh...!? M... M-Me?
Godot:
If I hadn't drank that stupid poison... ...Mia Fey never would have died, much less the way she did.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
You were the only one who was there to protect her! But you let her die. It was all your fault.
Phoenix:
I... It wasn't like that...
Godot:
I wanted to see for myself what kind of a man you really were.
Judge:
S-So that's why you became a prosecutor?
Godot:
My other reason for living... She goes by the name of Maya Fey.
Maya:
Huh? You mean me...?
Godot:
You were the only way I could make up for the sin of not saving Mia. One year ago, when the Kurain Village incident was resolved... ...it was obvious that Morgan Fey was planning something. Whatever her evil plan was, I was determined to stop it. My role as a prosecutor put me in the perfect position to do something about her.
Phoenix:
That's how you overheard Pearls's visit with Morgan at the detention center.
Godot:
I knew that the time was drawing near. Since I knew the plan, I thought I could foil it. My goal was to outwit the plan. I thought if I could do that... ...I could keep that girl from being caught up in it.
Phoenix:
(That makes sense... If Pearls had known that the actual purpose of the plan was to kill Maya... ...she never would have helped out.)
Godot:
Finally, the day of the plan was drawing near... I contacted both of my accomplices.
Judge:
Accomplices...?
Godot:
Iris of Hazakura Temple and... Misty Fey. I especially needed the help of Iris... She was to take the fall in my back-up plan in case we couldn't control Pearl Fey.
Maya:
B-But...! How did you contact my mother!? She had been missing for almost 20 years!
Godot:
Officially, yes...
Maya:
What!? What do you mean, officially!?
Godot:
You've heard about it, haven't you? About the strong ties between the main family and the government...
Phoenix:
(Now that you mention it... Bikini did say something to that effect... She said that the Master of Kurain had great authority...)
Godot:
Even without her official position, Misty Fey still wielded great influence... The police have been keeping an eye on her movements all this time. That's how I was able to contact her... Again, because of my position as a prosecutor.
Maya:
So my mother... was cooperating with you?
Godot:
Don't ever forget... ...no matter how far away from you she was, she never stopped thinking about you.
Maya:
Sh-She was always...
Godot:
That's why... I knew she would do anything to protect you. If you want to know how strong her resolve to protect you was, look at her staff.
Judge:
Her staff...? The one with the sword in it?
Godot:
The day the plan was to be carried out arrived soon enough... We met for the first time at Hazakura Temple. That's when your mother showed me her special staff... I realized it then... Just how far she was willing to go... She was ready to use that sword to protect you from Morgan Fey, if necessary. ...Yes! Even if it meant paying the ultimate price.
Maya:
M-Mother...
Godot:
That night... The night of the crime. There was just one way to stop Morgan's evil plan.
Phoenix:
You mean Pearls, don't you?
Godot:
We had to make sure she didn't channel Dahlia Hawthorne...
Elise:
...Well, Pearl? What are you going to do tonight?
Pearl:
Well, umm...
Elise:
If you'd like, you can come to my room. Perhaps we can read some books together.
Godot:
We thought we could prevent her from playing her part in Morgan's plan. But... She never showed up.
Maya:
She was worried and followed me to the Inner Temple...
Godot:
That was the thing we were most afraid of. And that's why... Misty Fey had to do the channeling herself. She channeled Dahlia Hawthorne into her own body.
Judge:
What...!? What do you mean!?
Phoenix:
If she channeled the spirit first... ...then Pearls wouldn't be able to do it herself.
Maya:
...!
Godot:
As Master of Kurain, Misty Fey's power was supreme. So that's how it went down. She channeled Dahlia Hawthorne so that Pearl Fey wouldn't be able to!
Maya:
Ah...! Whaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
What...!? Is this true!?
Godot:
My role in the plan was to make sure no one was going to hurt Maya Fey. That's why... I hid myself at the Inner Temple. Just in case you needed to be saved from Dahlia Hawthorne.
Phoenix:
Godot...
Godot:
Anyway... That's all I'm going to admit to... Trite.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
There's no doubt about it. You're a great defense lawyer. But... you're going to have to do the rest yourself.
Judge:
The background leading up to this incident has been laid bare. There's just one question remaining, Mr. Wright. "Who killed the victim?" There are only two possible suspects right now. Maya Fey... And I'm sad to say... you, Mr. Godot!
Godot:
Well, Trite... If you're the real deal... ...then finish this thing once and for all. Show us beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can finish this on your own!
Maya:
N-No, Nick...! P-Please don't!
Phoenix:
M... Maya...
Maya:
I... I heard the whole thing. From my sister... In the medical office...! That's why! That's why... I have to protect Mr. Godot...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
I can't do it... I can't testify against him... After all... ...he's the man who put his life on the line to protect Mia... and me, too!
Phoenix:
Maya... I know that!
Maya:
N-Nick...
Phoenix:
But even so... It doesn't absolve him of his crime! ...Please, Maya. Testify.
Maya:
...!
Judge:
Ms. Fey. Your testimony please.
Phoenix:
This is the final testimony. Don't bother trying to hide anything, because I'll know. I want to hear the truth from your own lips...
Maya:
...... I understand. I'm sure you're right... I'm ready now, Nick...
Judge:
Alright, young lady... Tell us about the moments before you lost consciousness. What exactly happened at the time of the murder!?
Witness Testimony
-- The Time of the Murder --
Maya:
...Just before it happened, I think I saw some red lights. Three of them.
I thought I'd ask for help, but... just then I was splattered with blood!
She wasn't dead though... And she struck back at the enemy behind her.
Suddenly, the red lights went out and the whole area was dark.
...Just at that moment, there was a horrible scream!
Right after that... Dahlia collapsed and I lost consciousness.
Judge:
These red lights... I thought you said you don't remember seeing them!
Maya:
I-I'm sorry... I thought I saw them, but then they disappeared all of a sudden...
Godot:
Ha...! Things break, Trite... Even the best of theories.
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
Who was it that stabbed Misty Fey? It looks like you still can't prove it.
Phoenix:
(Maya is telling the truth this time, I know it... The rest is up to me!)
Judge:
...Well then, Mr. Wright! Proceed with your final cross-examination of the witness!
Cross Examination
-- The Time of the Murder --
Maya:
...Just before it happened, I think I saw some red lights. Three of them.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Lights shining in the dark? I don't think you could make a mistake about that.
Maya:
...Yeah, you're right. I think I saw them, but... I can't say for certain... And I can't tell you for sure they were from Mr. Godot's mask either...
Phoenix:
(I don't get the feeling she's covering for him anymore, but...)
Press harder
Phoenix:
But just after that, you turned towards the lights and called for help. Isn't that because you thought the lights were coming from Mr. Godot's mask?
Maya:
Yeah... I guess so. Maybe that's what I was thinking at the time... But... I can't remember. After all... ...there was a person I couldn't identify in front of me!
Leads to:
"Maya's life was in terrible danger at the time."
Leave it
Leads to:
"Maya's life was in terrible danger at the time."
Phoenix:
(Maya's life was in terrible danger at the time. There's no way she can remember the details of the scene perfectly.)
Judge:
...Alright then, let's go on with the testimony. What did you do when you saw the red lights?
Maya:
I thought I'd ask for help, but... just then I was splattered with blood!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That blood... Was it Dahlia Hawthorne's blood...?
Maya:
I think so, probably. Just at that moment... ...I heard a soft scream that seemed to be close by. It was a woman's voice.
Judge:
So that was when the killer stabbed the victim from behind with the murder weapon... Is that right?
Phoenix:
(Without a doubt, Maya was in the middle of a really dangerous situation...)
Maya:
...
Godot:
Anyway... the victim was stabbed by the murder weapon. What happened after that?
Maya:
She wasn't dead though... And she struck back at the enemy behind her.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
S-Struck back...!? How do you know that?
Maya:
Well, you're right... I didn't see it exactly... But I could tell by the sounds of their breathing and movement. And also, the smell of blood.
Judge:
You have witnessed more horror than any young lady should ever have to in one life. So then, what did you do at that point?
Maya:
I... I couldn't move. I could just barely make out their shadows moving in the dark, but... I had no idea what to do!
Phoenix:
Could you still see the red lights you mentioned earlier?
Maya:
Y-Yes. I-I think so. But...
Maya:
Suddenly, the red lights went out and the whole area was dark.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
They went out?
Maya:
Y-Yes. Suddenly I couldn't see them at all.
Judge:
Wh-What could it mean?
Phoenix:
(If the red lights were coming from Godot's mask... And they went out right in the middle of a fight...)
Maya:
Maybe the mask was damaged.
Phoenix:
(Or maybe it was knocked off.)
Godot:
Or maybe... the batteries ran out. Right, Trite?
Judge:
Or maybe those little red pin-head looking lights just stopped working.
Phoenix:
(What could have really happened then!?)
Maya:
...Just at that moment, there was a horrible scream!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean by, "Just at that moment"? Do you mean the moment when the red lights went out?
Maya:
...Yes, that's right.
Phoenix:
The scream that you heard then, was it Dahlia Hawthorne?
Maya:
... I don't think so. I'm pretty sure... ...it was a man's voice.
Judge:
Wha-Wha-Wha... Whaaaaaaaat!? S-So then, that scream came... from the killer!?
Phoenix:
That's got to be it.
Judge:
Hmm... Hmmm... Hmmmm...!
Maya:
I think... ...Dahlia Hawthorne must have taken the blade and attacked the killer with it.
Judge:
And then the killer let out a scream of pain, huh?
Maya:
After that, the killer stole the blade back and delivered the final blow... I guess.
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Wright? It seems to make sense to me...
Phoenix:
(It sounds like a reasonable deduction, but I still kinda wonder...)
There's a contradiction.
Leads to:
"I'm sorry to say this..."
That sounds about right.
Phoenix:
I think that's exactly how it happened.
Judge:
Of course. After all, my deductions are almost certainly always correct. Alright, let's go on with the testimony. The killer and the victim were fighting ferociously... What happened then?
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
I'm sorry to say this... ...but that interpretation would create an enormous contradiction!
Judge:
That makes sense. After all, my deductions are almost certainly never correct.
Phoenix:
Remember the testimony she just gave. Before the killer let out a scream... ...Maya said she had already been splattered by the victim's blood.
Phoenix:
In other words, the blade in the staff had already been plunged into the victim!
Maya:
Ah...! Is-Is that right...!?
Phoenix:
She couldn't have struck back with a sword that was already stuck in her body. The weapon that caused the killer to let out a scream... ...must have been something other than the staff!
Godot:
If you're so sure about that, then don't keep us waiting any longer, Trite.
Phoenix:
(There's only one thing I can think of... ...that could have been used as the weapon here!)
Godot:
If Dahlia Hawthorne had already been stabbed in the back by the staff... ...what could she have used to strike back at the killer?
Present Dagger
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Naturally, the dagger the killer brought to the scene of the crime."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor? What do you think?
Judge:
To be honest with you... I feel like using my gavel to strike back at you right now.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
You're nothing but a joke. I knew you couldn't take it all the way.
Phoenix:
Uggggh...! (How could I mess up at a time like this...?)
Judge:
Alright, let's go on with the testimony. The killer and the victim were fighting ferociously... What happened then?
Leads back to cross-examination
Maya:
Right after that... Dahlia collapsed and I lost consciousness.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And what about the killer that stabbed Dahlia...?
Maya:
...I'm sorry, I don't know. ... R-Really! It's true, Nick!
Phoenix:
I believe you... (On this point, I'm sure Maya isn't lying.)
Godot:
Ha...! It appears... ...that the darkness has proven to be your undoing, Trite.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(I've got to use this testimony to prove that Godot committed the murder! I really wish I didn't have to do it... But for some reason... I get the feeling that some part of Godot actually wants me to...)
Phoenix:
Naturally, the dagger the killer brought to the scene of the crime.
Judge:
Oh...! That's right! I forgot about that...
Phoenix:
This dagger was found at the crime scene, stuck into a pine tree.
Godot:
Yes, the detective found that this morning and brought it to me.
Phoenix:
Dahlia Hawthorne struck back at the killer with this! And she managed to wound him as well!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Just because he let out a scream doesn't mean that he was wounded. For all we know, the blood on the dagger could have been from the victim!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Have you forgotten that the blood has already been tested?
Godot:
...!
Phoenix:
Since we learned it wasn't the victim's blood, it must be the killer's blood! The killer must have a wound somewhere on his body!
Judge:
So you're saying the blood on this dagger belongs to the killer...?
Phoenix:
Exactly! A DNA analysis of the blood would prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt! And yes, Mr. Godot. It would prove that it's your blood!
Godot:
Nice theory, Trite.
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Phoenix:
(Is this the end...? Have I done it...? Even he won't be able to change the results of a scientific test!)
Godot:
...Ha! Let me ask you something, Trite. Let's just say that it turned out that I was the killer.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
Do you really think I would be stupid enough to leave evidence like that?
Phoenix:
What...?
Godot:
Just think for a second. This dagger was found this morning by a detective and brought to me. There was already a bloodstain on it, correct? But even so... I was the one who brought this dagger here to the courtroom.
Judge:
Y-Yes... What does that prove?
Godot:
Well, if I really were the killer... ...I could've washed the blade off and then planted another person's blood on it.
Phoenix:
Th-That's... It can't be...!
Godot:
In any case, there's one thing I can guarantee, Trite. That blood... It doesn't belong to me. Not a chance!
Phoenix:
Whaaaat!?
Judge:
In any event, it seems to be established that the killer was wounded. Alright then, witness. Continue your testimony.
Hold it!
Maya:
W-Wait a minute...!
Judge:
...What's the problem?
Maya:
Umm, I... I know I probably shouldn't say this, but... ...there's a big contradiction in Nick's explanation!
Phoenix:
M-Maya!
Maya:
Th-This dagger... You said that it wounded the killer.
Phoenix:
...That's right.
Maya:
But... But, but...! If Mr. Godot had really been cut with the dagger... ...his clothes should be bloody or have a rip in them, right!?
............
Phoenix:
...Umm, Maya? Maybe he just changed his clothes? That'd solve the contradiction pretty easily.
Maya:
What are you talking about? It's not that simple at all! Remember back to the day of the murder! Everyone that was on the Inner Temple side got trapped there!
Judge:
Ah! Th-That's right! And once the bridge was fixed and the police headed for the Inner Temple...
Maya:
...Mr. Godot was already there waiting for them! He never had a chance to change his clothes!
Phoenix:
Aaaaack!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! What the witness says is true--
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
W-Well, maybe he brought a change of clothes with him!
Judge:
B-But... No one could have predicted the lightning strike that shut down the bridge! Why would anyone have brought a change of clothes!?
Phoenix:
Nngh...! (Did the judge take smart pills during the last recess?) Well then! Maybe the killer took off his clothes before he committed the murder! That way he wouldn't get any blood on them!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
That's impossible, Trite. You know how cold it gets up there late at night!
Phoenix:
Eh...
Godot:
After a few minutes with no clothes on, you'd be frozen solid!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaah!
Judge:
Hmm... Hmmm... Hmmmm...
Godot:
Ha...! So that's all you've got... I knew you weren't tough enough to finish this.
Phoenix:
Urk...
Godot:
Right now... if Mia Fey were here...
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
If Mia Fey were here... She would have closed the book on this case already.
Phoenix:
(If Mia Fey were here...?)
Godot:
So come on, Trite! Can you do it or not!?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
How about it, Mr. Wright? You've accused Mr. Godot of being the killer. But can you prove it? Have you got even one piece of evidence!?
Phoenix:
... (The question isn't whether I can prove it or not... The fact is, I have to prove it! That's the only choice I have. I was taught that it's one of the rules of being a lawyer!) ...I can prove it. I'm going to bring your magnificent vengeance to fruition, just as you want it.
Godot:
Ha...! That's good... A fighter till the bitter end, Trite...
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
Since there's just one piece of evidence that can prove your point... ...why don't we go for the unlimited penalty?
Phoenix:
Are you trying to pressure me, Mr. Godot? Because it doesn't matter to me. I've got the one piece of evidence I need.
Godot:
G-Give me a break! You've got nothing, Trite!
Phoenix:
(So what do I do at a time like this...? It's simple! I've gotta think outside the box and approach this from a different angle!)
Judge:
Alright then, Mr. Wright. Let's hear what you've got.
Phoenix:
...There's one thing I've demonstrated in the previous cross-examination. The killer was wounded. That was proven by the blood on the dagger.
Judge:
B-But... We decided it was impossible for him to have hidden such a wound! If he had been cut by a dagger, there should have been a bloodstain on his clothing.
Phoenix:
There's one place... One place the killer could have hidden his wound.
Judge:
Wh-What did you say!?
Maya:
H-hidden...?
Godot:
...
Phoenix:
(This is it! My last stand! I need to think about this from a different angle! I don't need to think about why there were no bloodstains on his clothing... I need to show how he hid the wound!)
Godot:
It's the end of the line! The final stop, Trite! Let's hear what you've got! Where's this location where you say the killer hid his wound!?
Present Godot profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Ha! I don't know what you're talking about..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
Ha...! I don't know what you're talking about... And frankly, I don't need to know. What I do know is that you'll never be half the lawyer she was! Isn't that right, Trite...?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Well, it looks like you've proven one thing. That you're nothing but a fake!
Phoenix:
W-Wait a minute! Give me one more chance!
Judge:
I don't think so! A promise is a promise!
Godot:
Ha...! It was fun while it lasted. See you later... Trite...
Infinite penalty
Godot:
...Ha! I don't know what you're talking about... And frankly, I don't need to know. What I do know is that you'll never be half the lawyer she was! Isn't that right, Trite...? ...! (Wh-What was that just now?)
...Mia?
Godot:
(It-It can't be! You're living on... through him...!?)
Phoenix:
Even as we speak, you're still hiding the wound! It's beneath your mask! During the fight, the red lights given off by the killer suddenly disappeared. Seconds later, the killer let out a scream. That's right. Your mask went flying off your face! Mr. Godot! Would you mind removing your mask? If you have a dagger wound under there somewhere... ...then I'd say this whole case is solved!
Godot:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!
Godot:
Just now... I saw her spirit in you.
Phoenix:
...?
Godot:
...... I never liked you. Six years ago... ...you helped the woman who put me to sleep by hiding her bottle of poison. And then... While I was sleeping... ...you let Mia die. But you didn't care. You just kept living your pathetic, happy-go-lucky life. You even had the nerve to follow in her footsteps as a lawyer. I could never forgive you. That's what I thought.
Maya:
Mr. Godot...
Godot:
But... I was wrong about you. I knew it from the very beginning. The truth is, the only person I could never find it in my heart to forgive... ...was me.
Judge:
Y-You, yourself...?
Godot:
I was the one that failed to protect Mia... ...Me and no one else. I tried to avert my eyes from the truth... to escape from the harshness of reality. I just couldn't face Mia's death head on, so I ran! I hid behind a mask. I threw away my true name. I couldn't even deal with being a defense attorney anymore, so I quit.
Phoenix:
But, but! You saved Maya!
Godot:
Yeah. That was my plan... Up until just now, anyway.
Maya:
Wh-What do you mean?
Godot:
Are you listening, Maya? If I had really wanted to save you... ...then there's one person that I should have gone and talked to right away.
Maya:
Wh-Who would that be...? Are you talking about Nick?
Godot:
But I didn't do it... I tried to get the help of Iris and your mother... But I closed my eyes to the most important man involved. Do you know why? The real reason?
Maya:
No... Why?
Godot:
I suppose... I wasn't really interested in saving you at all.
Maya:
Huh...!?
Godot:
I think I was just trying to salvage what's left of my own broken soul... I was trying to make up for the fact that I couldn't save Mia. Nothing more. That's why I let you walk right into a situation that I knew was dangerous. Forgive me...
Phoenix:
Y-You're wrong! You put your life on the line to save Maya!
Godot:
Was it really for Maya's sake...? Even I'm not really sure.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean 
by that...?
Godot:
That night, in the darkness of the garden, when I saw her silhouette... A part of me must have known the truth... The truth that it wasn't really Dahlia Hawthorne standing there in front of me.
Maya:
...!
Godot:
It could have been Misty Fey... Or even that little girl. But I still picked up the blade... It was like I was dreaming! I'm not sure exactly what was going on in my mind at that point... Was I really motivated by the pure desire to protect Maya Fey? Or was it something else...? Was it my hatred for a woman who had stolen everything from me 6 years earlier...? Could it have been simply a desire for revenge? And now, I don't know anything anymore! I did learn something today, however. I finally realized that I was the arrogant one. I was just... chasing an illusion, a fantasy. The stupid fantasy of defeating you in the courtroom...
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
You were the one who made me realize my folly. You never ran away from Mia's death. Instead, you picked up where she left off, as a true defender of the people. In that one moment... I understood everything!
Phoenix:
Mr. Godot...
Godot:
I think you already know this, but if you don't... My name is... Diego Armando.
Maya:
M-Mr. Armando! I believe in you! I know you were trying to save me!
Armando:
Hmm... Thanks.
Phoenix:
Y-Your wound...! It's bleeding!
Armando:
...Ha! Did you forget already? In my world, the color red doesn't exist.
Phoenix:
...!
Armando:
These must be... my tears.
Judge:
Tears...?
Armando:
Ever since I woke up from my coma... ...I think I've been waiting for this very moment.
Maya:
M-Mr. Armando...
Armando:
You'd do well to remember this, Maya. The only time a lawyer can cry is when it's all over.
Judge:
This time... It really is all over, isn't it. ...Defendant.
Iris:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Although you weren't directly involved in the murder... ...tampering with the body and the crime scene is a serious offense in itself.
Iris:
I understand, Your Honor. Mr. Armando explained that to me very carefully... I knew the risk and I willingly cooperated anyway.
Judge:
...Very well. Before I hand down my verdict, is there anything you'd like to say?
Iris:
...... Well, there is one thing. I'd like to say something to Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Iris:
I want to... I want to apologize to you.
Phoenix:
Apologize? To me? For what?
Iris:
For the case 6 years ago, of course.
Judge:
I just remembered... Weren't you poisoned by your own lover?
Phoenix:
...Not exactly, but yeah, something like that. Even now... 6 years later, I can hardly believe it. She was going to do it... She was planning to kill me...
Iris:
...... It's not all that surprising. The two of you... You hardly knew each other.
Phoenix:
Huh...? What do you mean?
Iris:
You and my sister... You only met twice.
Phoenix:
...... Huh. W-We only met t-twice?
Iris:
The first time you met was on that fateful day... The day she poisoned Mr. Armando in the cafeteria of this very courthouse. The next time you met her was... six months later. You met her again on the day that she stole your cold medicine... ...and Doug Swallow was killed.
Phoenix:
N-N-No way! It just... It can't be true! I mean, during our whole relationship, we were...
Iris:
...... For those 6 months... ...the woman that you thought was Dahlia Hawthorne... ...wasn't actually my sister.
Phoenix:
(Huh? It wasn't Dahlia...?)
Iris:
... I hope one day you can forgive me... Feenie.
Phoenix:
You... Y-Y-You mean...?
Iris:
That's right... I lied to you... for 6 months.
Judge:
B-But why...!? Why would you do such a thing?
Iris:
Ever since she gave you the bottle that day... ...my sister was trying to get it back as soon as she possibly could. Because of the police investigation and their surveillance... ...she couldn't move about freely.
Phoenix:
So that's why you...?
Iris:
My sister... From the beginning, she was prepared for the worst.
Phoenix:
P-Prepared for the worst?
Iris:
She thought that you might somehow discover the truth. That's why she was always ready to deal with you at a moment's notice...
Phoenix:
(You mean she was ready to kill me, don't you...?)
Iris:
She already had so much to answer for, I didn't want any more sins on her soul. I begged her not to do it, and she agreed to give me a chance.
Phoenix:
And that's why... you came to me? You came to get the bottle pendant back from me in her place?
Iris:
But I couldn't get you to give it back... I failed at something even as simple as that. Six months passed and I still couldn't get it back from you. Finally, my sister couldn't wait any longer. She didn't consult me about her plans for you that day. ...It was the first time that had ever happened.
Phoenix:
That was a bit strange, wasn't it? Up until that day, you two were partners in crime, and she would confer with you...
Iris:
I think... she must have noticed.
Phoenix:
...? Noticed what?
Iris:
My feelings for you. If I had found out she was planning to kill you... ...I would have done whatever was necessary to stop her. Even if it meant her life... or mine.
Phoenix:
I-Iris...!
Iris:
After spending half a year by your side... ...my feelings towards you... They changed.
Phoenix:
...... I have something to say to you, too.
Iris:
Y-Yes?
Phoenix:
You really are the person I always thought you were. Even after Dahlia Hawthorne was found guilty... I still believed in you.
Iris:
...... Thank you.
Armando:
How many cups of darkness have I drank over the years? Even I don't know... I'll tell you though... Right now, this one here is the greatest cup I think I've ever had. Don't you think so... Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
Yeah... I think you're right.
Judge:
The purpose of this trial was to rule on the murder of the victim, Elise Deauxnim. At some point, I expect you will be tried for your role as an accomplice in this case.
Iris:
...I understand, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well! On the charge of murder, I hereby find the defendant...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is now adjourned!
February 10, 4:51 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Phoenix:
(So I guess it's all over... The way everything ended... Was justice really served...? The man who risked his life to save Maya is being sent to prison by my own hand...)
Mia:
Of course justice was served.
Phoenix:
M-Mia!
Mia:
...I'm proud of you, Phoenix. Your defense was... truly brilliant.
Phoenix:
B-But I couldn't save Mr. Armando! The man who cared so deeply for you...
Mia:
You're wrong, Phoenix. You did save Diego. You saved him in the only way possible.
Phoenix:
You mean... with that verdict...?
Mia:
... I think one day, you'll understand, too. Phoenix, I want you to remember one thing... You were as good out there today as any defense lawyer could ever hope to be. There's nothing more you can learn from me.
Phoenix:
M-Mia...!
Mia:
You've accomplished something I wasn't able to. I owe you a great deal. ...Thank you.
Phoenix:
Mia...
Mia:
I'm sure we'll meet again... someday... Phoenix.
Phoenix:
(I've handled lots of cases and seen a lot of things... And along this journey, I've found myself asking just one question... What does it really mean to defend someone? ...I suppose today's case produced one possible answer.)
Maya:
...Nick...
Phoenix:
M-Maya...
Maya:
I guess it's just like my sis said...
Phoenix:
Your sister...? Mia...?
Maya:
That night, when I channeled Mia to get her advice on what to do... This is what she wrote back in my notebook. "Don't worry. Phoenix will save everyone in the end."
Phoenix:
B-But...
Maya:
Come on! Cut it out with that gloomy face! Can't you see? Me, sis, and I'm sure Iris, too... We owe you for everything you have done for us, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Maya... How? How can you be so bright and chipper after all that's happened...? You were brutally attacked... You even saw your mother murdered...)
Phoenix:
Yeeeowch! F-Franziska!
von Karma:
Still a softy as always, Phoenix Wright...
Edgeworth:
Excellent work, Wright.
Maya:
Huh!? Mr. Edgeworth!? When did you get back?
Phoenix:
(Oh, that's right... I guess no one filled her in on that.) Edgeworth and Franziska have actually been helping me.
Maya:
Helping you...!?
Phoenix:
If these two hadn't been here on the first day of the trial... ...the defense wouldn't have gotten anywhere.
Maya:
Wow... But where were you, Nick?
von Karma:
I heard he fell into a river and caught a nasty cold which forced him to sleep all day.
Edgeworth:
Yes, he laid in bed shivering from his fever with Iris's hood pulled over his head.
Maya:
Oh, ouch! Talk about embarrassing, Nick. You definitely need more training! Anyway, thank you, Mr. Edgeworth! And you too... um... Franziska!
???:
I don't suppose...
Butz:
...there's room for me in this group hug, is there?
Maya:
Oh! Larry!
Phoenix:
What's with the, uh... longer than usual face?
Butz:
I realized something when I was reborn... ...I realized that Larry was never of any use to anyone. Not even once.
Maya:
Th-That's not true! Right, Nick!?
Phoenix:
What? You're asking me!?
Butz:
Well, Nick!? Is it true!? I've got a place in this world, right!?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, um... Y-Yeah, of course. ............
Butz:
I knew it. Everyone would be better off if I were gone for good.
Phoenix:
No, no, no! Umm, I... Oh yeah! Those portraits you painted! They were... really good. Isn't that right, Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
What!? M-Me?
Butz:
Why are you making that face!? Huh, Edgey!?
Edgeworth:
Oh, well, um, yes, indeed... I certainly can't say that it's lacking resemblance.
Butz:
Do you really mean it!? What about you, Franzy? Did I draw you well, too!? Waaah!
von Karma:
My beauty can't possibly be captured by a mere crayon!
Maya:
...*glare*
von Karma:
... Nevertheless, I recognize the effort you put into it and that's worth something.
Butz:
So then you'll do it!? Like you promised!? You're going to model for my next picture book, "Franzy's Whip Lash Splash"? Aaaaaah!
von Karma:
Don't get carried away!
Butz:
Well, how about that! I guess painting portraits is the only thing I'm good at. The painting of Pearl was pretty darn good too, if you ask me! Huh...?
Edgeworth:
Now that you mention it... I haven't seen her around.
Phoenix:
Pearls... (Where could she have gone? Normally she would have made a beeline for Maya...)
Maya:
Oh... I'll go look for her! Be right back!
Hey Pearly...!
Edgeworth:
...Wright. You seem to be uncharacteristically puzzled. I suspect you are wondering how Maya can be so cheerful despite all that has happened?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
von Karma:
To be honest... I can't understand it either.
Phoenix:
(Franziska... That's right... She lost her father fairly recently as well...)
Edgeworth:
I think I understand how she feels. Maya is a much wiser person than she appears, and I think she realizes something... Now is exactly the time when she needs to be as strong as she can.
von Karma:
Wh-What do you mean by, "Now is exactly the time"...?
Edgeworth:
Maya wasn't the only one that was badly wounded by this incident. In fact, there was someone that was hurt far more deeply than she. I believe it's for that person that Maya is trying her best not to cry.
Phoenix:
(Someone who was hurt more deeply than Maya...) Edgeworth... I think I'm starting to understand, too.
Phoenix:
Owwwww!
von Karma:
Then tell me, Phoenix Wright! Who is Maya Fey being strong for...?
Present Pearl Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
von Karma:
Pearl Fey...
Phoenix:
The poor kid. After all, the reason that she worked so hard to follow the instructions... ...was because she loved and believed in her mother, Morgan. "It's for the good of the Fey clan"... I'm sure she believed in every last word. She thought she was doing it for Maya... That's why she was so happy. It shows how truly devoted she is to Maya.
Edgeworth:
But it's a cruel irony that it was her exuberance that led to this tragedy. Maya Fey's mother was killed and Maya herself was put into the deepest peril imaginable.
Phoenix:
(And that's exactly why Maya is putting on a brave face... She's doing it for Pearls's sake... Until she can see her smile again...)
Leads to:
"Oh, hey! So this is where you all were!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
von Karma:
............ ...Why did you just show me that, Phoenix Wright? I have no idea what purpose this is supposed to serve!
Phoenix:
H-Huh?
Edgeworth:
Heh. Well, don't worry, Wright... I'm not certain that my guess is entirely correct either. Only Maya can really say what the truth is inside her heart.
Phoenix:
(It looks like... I still have a lot to learn about Maya.) Aaaaaargh!
von Karma:
Just as I thought... You have a lot to learn about women, Phoenix Wright!
Leads to:
"Oh, hey! So this is where you all were!"
Gumshoe:
Oh, hey! So this is where you all were! Wow, looks like we've got quite the bunch here toda-- YEOWCH! Wh-What was that for, sir!?
von Karma:
Sorry about that, Scruffy. ...My whip just seems to have a mind of its own.
Phoenix:
What's up, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Oh, you know. This and that. Anyway, congrats on your win! Let's go out tonight, pal! Dinner's on me! My salary's just sorta kinda gone down by a teeny-weeny bit, but it's alright! I made reservations at a first class French restaurant tonight! AAAAAAH!
von Karma:
Pretty good work, Scruffy. That whip was your reward.
Phoenix:
Umm... Detective Gumshoe. You said a first class French restaurant... You don't mean...?
Gumshoe:
Trés Bien, where else!?
Phoenix:
(I knew it... We're doomed.)
Gumshoe:
Come on! Let's go, everyone! Can't keep Maggey waiting, pal! Hey! You! Crybaby! You're invited, too!
Butz:
Oh... Forget about me. Pearl and I will be at the losers' shack eating potatoes.
Phoenix:
(You know... Maya is taking an awfully long time to get back... She's still out looking for Pearls...) Oh... Maya... What's wrong?
Maya:
Nick... What do I do...? Pearly... I can't find her anywhere!
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Gumshoe:
I'll bet she just went back home. Th-That's all!
Maya:
I thought so too, so I called the village... But no one has heard from her! This has never happened before!
Edgeworth:
As I figured... She has been badly hurt by this incident. She feels responsible for the tragedy that has befallen you, Maya.
Maya:
B-But... None of this was her fault! What... What should I do...?
Phoenix:
...... Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, what is it, pal?
Phoenix:
Could you guys go on ahead?
Gumshoe:
But... But what about you!?
Phoenix:
Maya and I will... We'll join you guys once we find Pearls.
Maya:
Nick...!
Phoenix:
Don't worry about us, Detective Gumshoe. We may be a little late... But we'll definitely be there. We have a lot of celebrating to do tonight, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah, but you're the... AAAAAAAAAAAH!
von Karma:
Very well, Phoenix Wright. We'll go on ahead.
Edgeworth:
Don't keep us waiting, Wright.
Phoenix:
We won't...
Maya:
B-But where should we look!? Where could Pearly have gone...?
Phoenix:
Let's go, Maya. There's only one place I can think of that Pearls might have gone to...
February 10
Hazakura TempleMain Gate
Maya:
Hazakura Temple...
Phoenix:
For Pearls, I bet this is a very important place. After all, it's where this whole incident started.
Bikini:
What's this? You're all back again so soon?
Maya:
Sister Bikini?
Bikini:
I thought we'd be eating mashed potatoes alone tonight.
Maya:
S-So she's here? Pearly is here...?
Bikini:
She's in the Training Hall. Why don't you hurry along and go see her?
Maya:
O-OK!
Maya:
Pearly's not here...
Phoenix:
Ah...! Maya! The hanging scroll!
Maya:
Ah! Someone cleaned it off...
Phoenix:
(It's got to be Pearls...)
Pearl:
Aaaaaaaaaah! Mystic Maya!
Maya:
P-Pearly...! Why... Why did you just leave like that?
Pearl:
Mystic Maya... Mystic Mayaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Pearl:
I swore... I swore that I would never trouble the two of you ever again. Because... It's all my fault that... Mystic Maya's mother...!
Phoenix:
That's why you came here?
Pearl:
It's the least I could do... To pray for your happiness!
Maya:
You don't have to do that, Pearly. It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. Of course I'm sad that my mother is gone... But... how do I say this? I... I'm still happy.
Pearl:
Y-You don't have to lie just to make me feel better!
Maya:
No, really... It's true... The only reason I'm still here at all is thanks to everyone who was there for me.
Pearl:
...!
Maya:
My sis, my mother, Mr. Armando, Nick... And... you. If even one of you weren't there, I'm sure I wouldn't still be alive right now. That's why... I have to be strong. For all the people that were there for me when I needed them. That's all I can really do.
Pearl:
M-Mystic Maya...
Bikini:
I'm impressed... You truly are the daughter of Mystic Misty.
Maya:
Sister Bikini...!
Bikini:
Your mother, Mystic Misty, was a strong woman indeed. I want to tell you what she said to me that night.
Misty:
After dishonoring the good name of Kurain, I don't have the right to face my daughter. But still... Maya is always in my thoughts. It's true... She'll always be with me, until the day I die...
Bikini:
Your spirit was with her... That's why your mother was so strong. Even at the end... I'm sure she had no regrets.
Maya:
......
Phoenix:
"She'll always be with me, until the day I die", huh...
Maya:
...?
Phoenix:
There's a rule or something all Masters are to follow, isn't there? To never take the charm off until the day you die...
Pearl:
Th-That's the Master's Talisman...
Phoenix:
The thing that Misty kept by her heart and would never take off... It wasn't the container that was important. Rather, it was the contents.
Bikini:
Th-That's...!
Pearl:
A photo?
Maya:
Ah...! M... ...Mother...
Phoenix:
(It's only natural for living creatures to fight to protect their own lives. But what makes us human is that we fight for others. But who do you fight for? How hard must you fight...? That's the true measure of what human life is worth. We defense attorneys are warriors who are constantly challenged by that question. Even when the battle is over, and the bonds that connect us are severed... We always return... Time and time again. Mia, Maya, Pearls, Mr. Armando... ...and Maya's mother, too... I learned that... from all of them.)
Phoenix:
Well... Shall we get going? Everyone is waiting.
Pearl:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
This is a day to remember. A day when a lot of things were finally put to rest. I think we should celebrate what we've overcome today.
Pearl:
B-But... I-I still can't...
Bikini:
...Oh, go on, sweetie. You can come back for training anytime.
Pearl:
Um... OK!
Maya:
Alright! I'm going to make a brand new start, too! Sister Bikini! I'll be back for more training! I promise!
Bikini:
I know, and I won't go easy on you just because you're the future Master. I'll make sure to prepare reservations for three for when you come back! Wa ha ha ho ho ho hee hee hee!
Maya:
Alright! We're going to have a great feast today, Pearly. You know why? Because training is a battle of endurance!
Pearl:
OK, Mystic Maya! I... I'll eat lots and lots of food tonight!
Phoenix:
...Um, you know. There's one thing I don't get... and probably don't want to, but...
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
Reservations for training is fine and all... But why for three?
Maya:
Come on! What do you think? You're one of us, Nick! Next time you can train right alongside us!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Bikini:
I'll be waiting for you. Sister Bikini will take special care of you!
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh?
Maya:
It'll be great, Nick! We're going to do the Special Course, naturally!
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Pearl:
That's a great idea! After all, Mr. Nick... ...you'd do anything for Mystic Maya, wouldn't you? Even walk on hot coals, right?
Maya:
We'll have a nice, big meal before we come next time! Right, Nick!?
Phoenix:
...... ...You know... I was wondering if I can say just one little thing...
Maya:
Sure! Of course you can!
Pearl:
Oh, I love this part! I can't wait to hear it...!
Bikini:
I'm getting goosebumps, too!
Phoenix:
Well then... Here goes nothing...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Maya:
I'll really have to work extra hard now! Master of Kurain and the office manager of Wright & Co. Law Offices. And I have to be a good big sister to Pearly and Nick, too! Well, as long as I'm not locked up or captured or something like that.
Pearl:
So it's true! Mr. Nick really is Mystic Maya's knight in shining armor! He went through with the Special Course, all the way to the end! Actually, I heard there's a legendary, extra-special Ultra Course here, too. I think I'll surprise the two of them by making them a secret reservation...
Gumshoe:
Maggey bought me a brand new coat as a present, pal! I feel 10 years younger! I'll never take it off!
Byrde:
Yes, but somehow you just don't seem the same! I guess a dirty, shabby old overcoat is just more detective-like, sir.
Gumshoe:
Don't worry about it! In the name of love, a man will soil himself silly!
Andrews:
Mr. Wright, I am once again in your debt. Thanks to you, the Treasures of Kurain exhibit was a great success! I even got to see Ms. von Karma, who I hadn't seen for almost a year. She taught me how to use a whip, and said that I must show you what I've learned...
Ron:
Dessie and I started a company called, "Mask☆DeMasque Consulting".
Desirée:
We're dedicated to stopping the evil plans of all the criminals in the city!
Ron:
Our motto is, "Cut it out, pleeeeeeeease!"
Desirée:
Pretty cute, huh!?
Ron:
Well, we also sell plans to the criminals as a kind of side-business... ...I wonder if that's OK. Sometimes I think maybe we're the worst criminals.
Viola:
Mr. Wright... I want to thank you for... exterminating... Don Tigre... I returned the $500,000... along with a tea set. A special thick tea... One I mixed with... my own two hands... I bet he's drinking it now... Win Through Compromise... Hee... Hee... Hee...
Kudo:
I'm just old and in the way! A wrinkly, grumpy, clown-nosed waste of flesh! At least, that's what I thought... But my grandkids had a birthday party for me the other day. Talk about embarrassing. 69 years old and I cried like a baby with a dirty diaper!
Basil:
As usual, we have an abundance of work to do. We've hired a new programmer to replace Glen Elg. I do hope everyone will get along. His name is... Adam Mada. As soon as I heard his name, I knew our brain circuits would align perfectly.
Bikini:
My, my, my. More reporters? Since the murder, we've made so much money, I hardly know what to do! I think the magazines like us because I provide such a nice visual. Especially in Spring. I can hardly wait for Iris to come back. Wa ha ha ho ho ho!
Iris:
...You've turned into such a respectable man, Feenie. It was so sweet of you and everyone else to come and visit me here the other day. Of course I was happy that you constantly had your eyes on me, but... ...I felt kind of bad when the little one slapped you so hard you got a nose bleed.
Oldbag:
What's this!? I'm back from a long and tiring vacation and no one is here to greet me!? I guess while I was gone, my little whippersnapper buddy quit and now I've got no one! And what kind of lonely, crazy security room is this supposed to be anyway!? What with all the flashing lights and switches, I feel like some sort of space alien! And now what am I going to do with all these macadamia nuts I brought back for everyone!? If I bring them over to Edgey-poo, I know exactly what he'd say the instant he saw them. "I really can't accept these, I'm afraid," or something just as painful to this fragile heart. Oh, when will I ever find a gentleman who will treat me like a refined lady?
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Butz:
I finally found something I love to do! "Franzy's Whip Lash Splash" is gonna turn the art world on its head! I should have realized it sooner. Self-centered, lazy, anti-social... I'm an artist. A really good portrait artist! I'm not a loser after all!
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for mis-interpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Iris of Hazakura Temple...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately... ...to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
English Turnabout
Transcript
Anime cutscene
Guard:
Who's there?! Is somebody there? It's probably nothing, but... Hey, what are you doing?!
PrologueEnglish Turnabout
English Courtroom Lobby
Phoenix:
(Ugh... I'm feeling queasy...)
Maya:
Come on, Nick! It's just like I said!
Phoenix:
Oh... M-Maya. What do you mean?
Maya:
You're such a worrywart. I knew you'd get all jittery before the trial.
Phoenix:
It's not like that! It's just...I didn't expect to have to stand in a foreign court...
Maya:
Yeah, we don't know much about the court system here.
Phoenix:
The Legal League of Attorneys would like this to be an exemplary case.
Maya:
Hmm. So that'd make you an exemplary attorney. I hope you don't infect any British lawyers with your nervous attitude.
Phoenix:
You're making it sound like I'm a virus or something... My name is Phoenix Wright. I'm a defence attorney. And this is Maya Fey, my...uhm...assistant, of sorts.
Maya:
"Of sorts"?!
Phoenix:
I guess I should explain why she's dressed up like that... But it's a long story and we don't have the time. We've come to England on the Legal League of Attorneys' exchange. I'm acting as a representative of the American Legal League...
Maya:
You know, they probably sent you because you don't ever seem to be busy.
Phoenix:
We weren't supposed to stand in court, so we thought it'd be like a vacation. But here we are. As usual, we've been dragged into a strange case.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. So, what do you suppose this trial's all about? What if it was this?! Look, check out today's newspaper. "Elusive jewel thieves at large in London! Scotland Yard on red alert!" Wouldn't THAT be cool?
Phoenix:
Ugh. Maya, don't get your hopes up. We're here on an exchange. It should be a simple, textbook trial.
Maya:
Really?
Phoenix:
London's a big city. What are the odds of us getting a case like that?
Maya:
Well, that's boring.
???:
...Sorry to have kept you waiting.
Anime cutscene
Darklaw:
How do you do? I am Ms Darklaw, teacher at the Owl Cote School for Young Women. Espella, this man is your defence lawyer.
Espella:
Pleased...to meet you...
Phoenix:
Phoenix Wright, attorney at law. Pleased to meet you.
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
Uhm... I'm Phoenix Wright, your attorney. Pleased to meet you...
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
(What's with this girl? Can't she hear me?) Is this girl...the defendant in today's case?
Darklaw:
That is correct. She's the pupil I'd like you to represent. She's pleading guilty, so there's not much you need to do.
Phoenix:
Pleading guilty...?
Darklaw:
I suggest you accept the punishment proposed by the prosecution.
Phoenix:
Wh-what...? (What kind of request is that...?)
Maya:
Uhm, Espella? ...What are you accused of?
Espella:
............
Darklaw:
Have you not received the case materials?
Phoenix:
No, we haven't. And we weren't told anything...
Darklaw:
My, my. Forgive me for this oversight. Here, this is the case file.
Attorney! Defendant! The court hearing will begin now. Please proceed to the courtroom.
Darklaw:
Well then. I entrust Espella to you.
Phoenix:
That's... Wait, WHAT? (No way! I didn't even have time to look through the case file!)
Darklaw:
Espella, please be a good girl and don't cause any trouble.
Espella:
............ ...I'm...
Phoenix:
......! (Did she just mumble something?)
Espella:
I'm...not a witch.
Phoenix:
E...Espella? What did you just say?
Espella:
............
Chop-chop, defence! Let's not keep everyone waiting!
Phoenix:
(And so, another trial begins. And as always, I've got no idea what's going to happen!)
Maya:
All right! Let's do it, Nick!
English Courthouse
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Espella Cantabella.
Flynch:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honour.
Judge:
How about the defence? Are you ready?
Phoenix:
Uh...uhm... Yes, well I guess you could call it "ready", Your Honour.
Flynch:
Hmph. I hear it's your first appearance in a British court.
Phoenix:
Well, yes, that's right.
Flynch:
The Legal League of Attorneys' exchange, was it? Sounds like fun. Hope you're enjoying the sights. You can take it easy today. Don't worry, Prosecutor Flynch will take care of everything!
Maya:
He's treating us like amateurs, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy... This looks bad. Can I really defend this girl?)
Espella:
............
Judge:
Ah, I see. Well, since this is your first case here... I will ask you a few simple questions, to make sure we're on the same page.
Phoenix:
Oh! Er, yes. That's...that's fine by me. (Dang, time to sink or swim.)
Judge:
Answer my questions, then, Mr Wright. What is the name of the defendant?
Phoenix
Phoenix:
That's, uhm... It's Phoenix, of course.
Maya:
Wh-what?! What are you saying, Nick?! The "defendant" is the person accused of the crime!
Flynch:
Why don't you move over to the defendant's seat then, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Ugh. I'd...I'd rather not. (That was bad...)
Maya:
Really, Nick, you should think sometimes.
Judge:
...I will ask you once more.
Leads back to:
"What is the name of the defendant?"
Espella
Leads to:
"That would be Espella Cantabella, Your Honour."
Darklaw
Phoenix:
That would be Darklaw, right?
Maya:
Wh-what?! What are you saying, Nick?! The "defendant" is the person accused of the crime! Get your act together or Ms Darklaw might just sue you!
Phoenix:
(I guess the pressure got to me.)
Judge:
...I will ask you once more.
Leads back to:
"What is the name of the defendant?"
Phoenix:
That would be Espella Cantabella, Your Honour.
Judge:
That is correct.
Phoenix:
(Phew, that's the first hurdle...)
Flynch:
Hmph. I see you're terribly proud of yourself for answering that basic question.
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Judge:
Let's move on to the next question. What is the nature of the offence?
Phoenix:
(Hmmm...what crime is Espella accused of?)
Maya:
You know, Espella seems like such a timid girl. You think it's something minor, like shoplifting?
Phoenix:
Maybe. I wouldn't call it "minor", though... (It can't be anything major like that large-scale jewel theft...)
Judge:
Please answer the question. Can you name the two offences?
Phoenix:
Uhm... (Did he just say "two"?)
Maya:
N-Nick! Think! What other petty offence could it be?
Phoenix:
I don't know! I'm clueless about this case. We weren't told anything about it at all!
Flynch:
My, my. Could it be that our esteemed visitor left his common sense back home?
Phoenix:
...!
Flynch:
All the evidence is in the Court Record. You haven't forgotten that, have you?
Phoenix:
Ah... (That's it! The Court Record...)
Maya:
Right! That's what you always refer to! The Court Record! Touch the Court Record icon to view it at any time!
Phoenix:
Y-yeah, it just slipped my mind... (It must be the nerves...)
Maya:
Okay, let's check it now! Touch Court Record!
Phoenix:
(The Court Record holds all the evidence from this case. I'd better take a look!)
Judge:
Right, defence, you've had enough time to ponder my question. What is Miss Cantabella accused of?
Fraud and assault
Phoenix:
It might be...fraud and assault.
Judge:
"It might be", Mr Wright?
Flynch:
Oh ho ho... I thought you were a barrister, but it seems you are nothing but a swindler.
Phoenix:
I...ugh...I'm sorry. (How could I make that mistake?)
Maya:
She didn't do that, Nick! Only a fraud would accuse a cute girl like Espella of fraud! Check the Court Record! All the info is in there!
Phoenix:
(Right. I need to touch the Court Record icon...)
Leads back to:
"What is Miss Cantabella accused of?"
Murder and theft
Phoenix:
It might be...murder and theft.
Maya:
Wait, Nick! You're wrong!
Phoenix:
Huh? What do you mean, Maya?
Maya:
There's no way that Espella killed anyone!
Flynch:
Ho ho ho. Some barristers only make matters worse for their clients.
Maya:
He's right, Nick! If you keep this up, it'll be your fault when Espella's found guilty!
Phoenix:
(Right... I'd better think again.)
Maya:
Check the Court Record! All the info is in there!
Phoenix:
(Right. I need to touch the Court Record icon...)
Leads back to:
"What is Miss Cantabella accused of?"
Theft and assault
Leads to:
"Well, according to the Case Outline, it was theft and assault."
Phoenix:
Well, according to the Case Outline, it was theft and assault.
Flynch:
Indeed. What disgusting crimes.
Judge:
Hmph. Is that correct, defendant?
Espella:
...Yes.
Maya:
No kidding... She doesn't look like a violent girl, at least not to me.
Judge:
Now that that's settled... Prosecutor Flynch. Please briefly outline the case for the court.
Flynch:
Yes, Your Honour. The incident took place on a small freighter, moored at a harbour on the River Thames. The freighter was carrying goods away from London. The defendant illegally boarded the ship and tried to steal some of its cargo...but she was discovered by a crew member and captured by the ship's security guard.
Phoenix:
(So she was caught red-handed...)
Judge:
And she violently resisted when found by the crew member?
Phoenix:
"Violently resisted"...?
Flynch:
Indeed. She picked up a steel pipe and hit the crew member on the head.
Phoenix:
(Sounds pretty vicious...)
Maya:
So that's the "assault" she's accused of...
Judge:
And what did the defendant attempt to steal from the freighter?
Flynch:
A stuffed toy, Your Honour. It's the Metropolitan Police mascot, PC Badger.
Maya:
Oh, Nick! I want one!
Phoenix:
(I see that "mascot" made a career for itself in England. Who would've thought...?)
Judge:
I think we all have a clear picture of the incident now. The prosecution may begin.
Flynch:
The prosecution calls its first witness. Bring him in!
Phoenix:
(There's something fishy about this trial... And there's something even fishier about my client... There isn't an ounce of expression on her face... I'd better keep my eyes wide open!)
Flynch:
Witness, state your name and profession.
???:
............ A ship is always at risk...at every hour, minute and second! That's where I come in. I am a peacekeeper...the one and only guardian to an otherwise defenceless ship! The name's Smiles. Johnny Smiles... Security guard supreme.
Flynch:
Er...yes. According to the police report, the witness was patrolling the freighter on the night of the crime.
Smiles:
Yeah...I was! Patrolling the freighter! And my expertly trained eyes leave nothing unseen!
Phoenix:
(I'll go blind if he keeps smiling like that.)
Judge:
Very well, Mr Smiles. We would like to hear your testimony. Describe what happened during your night patrol.
Smiles:
Yessir! Johnny Smiles will reveal all!
Witness Testimony
- Patrolling on the Night of the Crime -
Smiles:
That night, I went on patrol as usual, ZZZO.
My keen ears latched on to some suspicious noises coming from the cargo hold.
I sprinted at full speed to the cargo hold, but I was too late to stop the blow.
The next moment, I captured the criminal... expertly!
Within seconds I had established there was nothing out of order at the crime scene.
Judge:
Hmph... And so... The woman you arrested was...?
Smiles:
It was the defendant, Espella Cantabella, sir!
Flynch:
And as per standard patrolling procedure, all lights were on and you saw her clearly. Is that correct, Mr Smiles?
Smiles:
Y-yessir! I am an expert after all!
Phoenix:
(Huh? Is it just me or did he hesitate before saying that?)
Judge:
The defence may cross-examine the witness.
Phoenix:
Y-yessir! (Argh! I'm starting to talk like that guy.)
Flynch:
Let us see now how skilled our visiting barrister is.
Judge:
Hmph, yes. By the way, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honour?
Judge:
Our cross-examination process should be the same as anywhere else... But just in case, would you like to have it explained to you?
Phoenix:
(The cross-examination procedure... Should I ask for an explanation?)
Ask
Phoenix:
Umm...well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to refresh my memory...
Maya:
N-Nick! What are you thinking?! That prosecutor is already patronising us. Just imagine what he'll be like if you ask!
Phoenix:
But... It's my first time in a British court... I'm kind of nervous. And my mind's just gone completely blank.
Maya:
Nick... Anyway, what you do is listen to the guard's testimony really carefully. Then, if something's suspicious, you press the witness and see what happens.
Phoenix:
(Press, huh... It does sound just like what I've always been doing.) Got it, Maya. I'll do my best.
Leads to:
"Okay, let's do it, Nick!"
There's no need
Phoenix:
No, thank you, I'm fine. (I press the witnesses on all suspicious statements to gather information. And when there's a contradiction, I present evidence, just like I always do!)
Leads to:
"Okay, let's do it, Nick!"
Maya:
Okay, let's do it, Nick!
Judge:
The defence may now cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
- Patrolling on the Night of the Crime -
Smiles:
That night, I went on patrol as usual, ZZZO.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Erm, what's "ZZZO"?
Smiles:
Ah, that's right, it's not something you'd know, not being a security professional. That's our special jargon. It's how we talk about the time in our trade!
Phoenix:
(Let me get this straight, "Mr Professional": you're using LETTERS...to tell the time...?)
Smiles:
See, "ZZZO" stands for "22:20", which is 10:20pm!
Phoenix:
Uhh...right. So, "10:20pm"...? That's very accurate. How can you be so sure about the time?
Smiles:
Um, well. That's when the TV show I always watch in the security room ends.
Phoenix:
TV show...?
Smiles:
I'm meant to do the rounds at 10:00pm, but for a pro like me it's just a guideline.
Phoenix:
(That doesn't sound very "professional"...)
Smiles:
Anyway, I was patrolling the ship, like I do every night!
Flynch:
Your Honour, may I?
Judge:
What is it, Prosecutor Flynch?
Flynch:
I would like to get the events straight, while referring to this Crime Scene Photo. The defendant and the crew member were fighting in the back of the cargo hold, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yessir! They were fighting right under that emergency light.
Judge:
Hmph. Some items are spilling out of the broken crate.
Flynch:
Indeed, that crate was broken by the defendant, with a steel pipe. Incidentally, the items we can see spilling out are stuffed toys depicting London's own police mascot, PC Badger.
Judge:
I see. The Crime Scene Photo shall be added to the Court Record.
Crime Scene Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
The witness may continue his testimony.
Press (after pressing any statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Erm, what's "ZZZO"?
Smiles:
Ah, that's right, it's not something you'd know, not being a security professional. That's our special jargon. It's how we talk about the time in our trade!
Phoenix:
(Let me get this straight, "Mr Professional": you're using LETTERS...to tell the time...?)
Smiles:
See, "ZZZO" stands for "22:20", which is 10:20pm!
Phoenix:
Uhh...right. So, "10:20pm"...? That's very accurate. How can you be so sure about the time?
Smiles:
Um, well. That's when the TV show I always watch in the security room ends.
Phoenix:
TV show...?
Smiles:
I'm meant to do the rounds at 10:00pm, but for a pro like me it's just a guideline.
Phoenix:
(That doesn't sound very "professional"...)
Smiles:
Anyway, I was patrolling the ship, like I do every night!
Smiles:
My keen ears latched on to some suspicious noises coming from the cargo hold.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And when you heard these noises, you immediately found them "suspicious"?
Smiles:
That's right! An expert of my calibre can always tell when a noise is suspicious! When my smiley sense starts tingling, it means there's a crime taking place.
Phoenix:
...So can you tell us more about the noises you heard?
Smiles:
It was...that's right. The sound of two women fighting! Naturally, I sprang into action. And I arrived at the crime scene in the blink of an eye!
Phoenix:
In other words...you went to the cargo hold because you heard strange noises, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yes. That's about it.
Phoenix:
(I'm back to where I started...)
Flynch:
Your Honour, may I?
Judge:
What is it, Prosecutor Flynch?
Flynch:
I would like to get the events straight, while referring to this Crime Scene Photo. The defendant and the crew member were fighting in the back of the cargo hold, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yessir! They were fighting right under that emergency light.
Judge:
Hmph. Some items are spilling out of the broken crate.
Flynch:
Indeed, that crate was broken by the defendant, with a steel pipe. Incidentally, the items we can see spilling out are stuffed toys depicting London's own police mascot, PC Badger.
Judge:
I see. The Crime Scene Photo shall be added to the Court Record.
Crime Scene Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
The witness may continue his testimony.
Press (after pressing any statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And when you heard these noises, you immediately found them "suspicious"?
Smiles:
That's right! An expert of my calibre can always tell when a noise is suspicious! When my smiley sense starts tingling, it means there's a crime taking place.
Phoenix:
...So can you tell us more about the noises you heard?
Smiles:
It was...that's right. The sound of two women fighting! Naturally, I sprang into action. And I arrived at the crime scene in the blink of an eye!
Phoenix:
In other words...you went to the cargo hold because you heard strange noises, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yes. That's about it.
Phoenix:
(I'm back to where I started...)
Smiles:
I sprinted at full speed to the cargo hold, but I was too late to stop the blow.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"The blow"?
Flynch:
The defendant, Ms Cantabella, hit the crew member with a steel pipe, didn't she?
Smiles:
Yes, that's right! As I opened the door to the cargo hold, the defendant struck the victim's head. Had I arrived a second earlier, I would have gladly stopped the blow with my own head!
Maya:
I don't think a second would have made much of a difference...
Phoenix:
Don't take this "expert" too seriously, Maya.
Flynch:
The witness saw the defendant deal the blow, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yessir! I expertly witnessed the crime scene with my very own sparkling eyes.
Judge:
Is that so... I see...
Flynch:
Your Honour, may I?
Judge:
What is it, Prosecutor Flynch?
Flynch:
I would like to get the events straight, while referring to this Crime Scene Photo. The defendant and the crew member were fighting in the back of the cargo hold, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yessir! They were fighting right under that emergency light.
Judge:
Hmph. Some items are spilling out of the broken crate.
Flynch:
Indeed, that crate was broken by the defendant, with a steel pipe. Incidentally, the items we can see spilling out are stuffed toys depicting London's own police mascot, PC Badger.
Judge:
I see. The Crime Scene Photo shall be added to the Court Record.
Crime Scene Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
The witness may continue his testimony.
Press (after pressing any statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"The blow"?
Flynch:
The defendant, Ms Cantabella, hit the crew member with a steel pipe, didn't she?
Smiles:
Yes, that's right! As I opened the door to the cargo hold, the defendant struck the victim's head. Had I arrived a second earlier, I would have gladly stopped the blow with my own head!
Maya:
I don't think a second would have made much of a difference...
Phoenix:
Don't take this "expert" too seriously, Maya.
Flynch:
The witness saw the defendant deal the blow, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yessir! I expertly witnessed the crime scene with my very own sparkling eyes.
Judge:
Is that so... I see...
Smiles:
The next moment, I captured the criminal... expertly!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And you claim the assailant was the defendant, Ms Cantabella?
Smiles:
Precisely! Naturally, she abandoned all hope, seeing a security pro like myself join the scene. She dropped that steel pipe she was holding to the floor, with a clank.
Judge:
Hmph. I see, I see. That's what a guilty person would do in that situation.
Flynch:
Exactly, You Honour. There is no need to continue this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Flynch:
Your Honour, may I?
Judge:
What is it, Prosecutor Flynch?
Flynch:
I would like to get the events straight, while referring to this Crime Scene Photo. The defendant and the crew member were fighting in the back of the cargo hold, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yessir! They were fighting right under that emergency light.
Judge:
Hmph. Some items are spilling out of the broken crate.
Flynch:
Indeed, that crate was broken by the defendant, with a steel pipe. Incidentally, the items we can see spilling out are stuffed toys depicting London's own police mascot, PC Badger.
Judge:
I see. The Crime Scene Photo shall be added to the Court Record.
Crime Scene Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
The witness may continue his testimony.
Press (after pressing any statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And you claim the assailant was the defendant, Ms Cantabella?
Smiles:
Precisely! Naturally, she abandoned all hope, seeing a security pro like myself join the scene. She dropped that steel pipe she was holding to the floor, with a clank.
Judge:
Hmph. I see, I see. That's what a guilty person would do in that situation.
Flynch:
Exactly, You Honour. There is no need to continue this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Smiles:
Within seconds I had established there was nothing out of order at the crime scene.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you sure you didn't notice anything unusual about the cargo hold?
Smiles:
Not a thing. Well, aside from the defendant swinging that pipe around.
Phoenix:
Could someone else have been hiding in that room?
Flynch:
Flynch:
The security guard patrolling the freighter is responsible for checking every corner. He would have spotted an intruder right away. Isn't that so, witness?
Smiles:
Uhm... Yes! I carry my trusty pocket torch for precisely such a task! I'd have noticed anything suspicious in an instant!
Flynch:
Your Honour, may I?
Judge:
What is it, Prosecutor Flynch?
Flynch:
I would like to get the events straight, while referring to this Crime Scene Photo. The defendant and the crew member were fighting in the back of the cargo hold, is that correct?
Smiles:
Yessir! They were fighting right under that emergency light.
Judge:
Hmph. Some items are spilling out of the broken crate.
Flynch:
Indeed, that crate was broken by the defendant, with a steel pipe. Incidentally, the items we can see spilling out are stuffed toys depicting London's own police mascot, PC Badger.
Judge:
I see. The Crime Scene Photo shall be added to the Court Record.
Crime Scene Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
The witness may continue his testimony.
Press (after pressing any statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you sure you didn't notice anything unusual about the cargo hold?
Smiles:
Not a thing. Well, aside from the defendant swinging that pipe around.
Phoenix:
Could someone else have been hiding in that room?
Flynch:
Flynch:
The security guard patrolling the freighter is responsible for checking every corner. He would have spotted an intruder right away. Isn't that so, witness?
Smiles:
Uhm... Yes! I carry my trusty pocket torch for precisely such a task! I'd have noticed anything suspicious in an instant!
Maya:
............
Phoenix:
What is it, Maya?
Maya:
Uhm... I was just looking at the evidence in the Court Record... and I get the feeling there's something funny about this testimony.
Phoenix:
You're saying that there's a... contradiction?
Present Crime Scene Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You're saying that there was nothing out of order in the cargo hold..."
Before pressing any statement
Phoenix:
(So that's all he has to say...)
Maya:
If what he says is true, then Espella really is guilty...
Phoenix:
And she does admit to the crimes...
Maya:
Y-yeah, that's true.
Phoenix:
But there's something not quite right in Smiles' testimony.
Maya:
Nick, let's press the witness to see if we can squeeze out some more info!
Phoenix:
Press...
Maya:
Touch the Press icon on a statement to press the witness about it. If you keep pressing, you may just hit upon the truth in their story!
Phoenix:
(The Press icon, was it? All right, let's give it a shot!)
After pressing any statement
Phoenix:
(So that's all he has to say...)
Maya:
Well, Nick? What do you think?
Phoenix:
We managed to get our hands on some new evidence, but... Pressing alone can only get us so far.
Maya:
Uhm, yeah. That means it's time to present evidence to the court.
Phoenix:
Present evidence...
Maya:
Compare what the witness is saying with the evidence in the Court Record. Sometimes they won't match up. And that means they're not telling the whole truth.
Phoenix:
Right! Thanks, Maya.
Maya:
Come on, you're making it look as if I'm the attorney here! Touch the Court Record icon to compare the evidence and the testimony.
Phoenix:
(I need to present the evidence that contradicts the testimony.) ...Okay then, let's try that! (Espella may be saying she's guilty, but... ...that doesn't mean this witness is telling us the whole story! I need to uncover the truth by myself!)
Phoenix:
You're saying that there was nothing out of order in the cargo hold... Well, that's a bit funny.
Smiles:
Huh?
Phoenix:
The point is, one of the crates in the cargo hold appears to have been tampered with.
Flynch:
Flynch:
Ah, that. The defendant must've smashed it with the pipe. Nothing odd about it.
Phoenix:
Please take a look at the crime scene photo. There's this broken crate where the fight took place. But also... there's another crate here that seems kind of strange, don't you think?
Flynch:
Argh...
Phoenix:
This crate, sitting quite a distance away from where the fight took place, appears to have been forced open. Isn't this the sort of thing a security guard should immediately notice?
Smiles:
Ehm...
Phoenix:
You testified that you established there was nothing out of order at the crime scene. So how come...you didn't notice something so obvious?
Smiles:
Ughhhhh!
Judge:
Order! Order! That's...that's certainly a serious oversight. Particularly for someone claiming to be an expert.
Flynch:
Flynch:
Whether the witness is an expert or not... bears no relevance to this case! What matters is that he saw the defendant hit the victim with a steel pipe!
Smiles:
Smiles:
What you just said... I'm afraid I can't let that slide.
Flynch:
E-excuse me?
Smiles:
I am an expert guard! Focused, thorough, precise. A true professional! To prove it, I will testify once more! You're all dying to know why I ignored that one crate, huh?
Phoenix:
...!
(Wh-what?)
Judge:
Very well. The witness shall continue his testimony.
Maya:
What excuse do you think he'll come up with, Nick?
Phoenix:
Who knows... I've got a bad feeling about this, though. (What did he actually see?)
Witness Testimony
- What I Saw at the Crime Scene -
Smiles:
It's only natural that I missed the other crate. The lights in the cargo hold weren't on!
But of course I had this! A guard's best friend is his trusty pocket torch!
The emergency light was on, mind. So it wasn't so dark I couldn't see.
I saw that girl stand right in front of the crew member as she attacked!
And there was no one else in that room. You have Johnny's word for it!
Flynch:
W-wait a moment! The security company claims that the lights were on during the patrol!
Smiles:
Yes, yes. That's the official procedure, you see. But those light controls can be such a pain in the... Wait, no, that's not it! I mean... The truth is, an expert like me doesn't need those lights to do his work! Not when I've got this! The focused beam of my trusty torch cuts through darkness like a laser!
Judge:
The witness will refrain from pointing the torch in this direction! Justice may be blind, but I'd rather not be!
Smiles:
Oops, sorry, Your Honour.
Judge:
This "trusty torch" shall be added to the Court Record as evidence.
Torch added to the Court Record.
Judge:
...Eww, what is that?!
Phoenix:
What is it, You Honour?
Judge:
This...this pocket torch is covered in something sticky!
Smiles:
Ah, it seems my sweet little buddy's been up to some mischief.
Judge:
"Sweet little buddy"? Do you mean your chocolate?
Phoenix:
(Johnny left sticky fingerprints all over his flashlight...)
Maya:
Ugh... Don't look at me! I'm not touching it...
Judge:
The defence may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
- What I Saw at the Crime Scene -
Smiles:
It's only natural that I missed the other crate. The lights in the cargo hold weren't on!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
According to the rules, the lights have to be on, is that right?
Smiles:
Don't spread the news, but between you and me, I'm not very good with the light controls on that ship. Even a security expert like me has their flaws, you know!
Phoenix:
(So he just neglected his duty...)
Flynch:
Didn't you say before that you're "focused, thorough, and precise. A true professional"?
Smiles:
Yes, that's true, of course! Always focused, thorough and precise, except when I'm cutting the odd corner. I aim to be a well-balanced professional, you know.
Flynch:
Ah, um, yes...
Phoenix:
(Even Flynch looks unsure of how to handle this guy.)
Smiles:
But of course I had this! A guard's best friend is his trusty pocket torch!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"A guard's best friend"? You mean that flashlight?
Smiles:
Flashlight? It's a pocket torch. Ever watch crime dramas? Torchlit night patrols and all that? I've always thought it looked so cool. In fact, that's why I became a security guard!
Phoenix:
...Really? That's...a unique reason... By the way, what about the chocolate smudges on the flashlight...err, "torch"?
Smiles:
A well-prepared guard has a torch in his right hand and a chocolate bar in the left! It's like an emergency ration. I'm so hot on security issues that it tends to melt.
Phoenix:
(So the flashlight is covered in fingerprints from his sticky right hand.)
Smiles:
The emergency light was on, mind. So it wasn't so dark I couldn't see.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
An emergency light?
Flynch:
The defendant and the crew member fought under that emergency light.
Judge:
Ah, yes, there it is. In the back of the room.
Smiles:
Yessir! The cargo hold was faintly lit up by that little red light there.
Phoenix:
But the regular lights are on in this picture...
Smiles:
Well, yeah. I switched them on before the police came.
Phoenix:
What?
Smiles:
I didn't want to risk my bright career over my slightly different take on the rules. After all, I am an expert. It's all in the details!
Phoenix:
(You're an expert, all right... An expert in bending the rules...)
Smiles:
I saw that girl stand right in front of the crew member as she attacked!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And you saw that clearly?
Smiles:
Yes. I got there, opened the door and then...BAM! That's when it happened. I felt it in my shades. They spoke to me: "Johnny, you're looking at a crime here!"
Phoenix:
Ugh... Huh? W-wait a second! You were wearing sunglasses?
Smiles:
Yeah! What's a security guard without a pair of shades? These babies are a part of me.
Flynch:
W-witness! You...were patrolling the freighter with sunglasses on?
Smiles:
Of course I was! Whatever I do, I do it with style! Is a bit of vanity a crime? Don't you wear your specs for the same reason?
Flynch:
Vanity? I wear them because I'm short-sighted, I'll have you know!
Phoenix:
(You've got that right, Flynch... So, Johnny had sunglasses on in a dimly-lit room...)
Maya:
Do you think he actually managed to see anything? Nick, check the Court Record. There might be a contradiction in Johnny's testimony!
Phoenix:
Yeah, good idea. (So there might be a contradiction, huh...?)
Judge:
Witness, continue your testimony.
Present Medical Report
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You're sure the defendant was standing right in front of the crew member?"
Smiles:
And there was no one else in that room. You have Johnny's word for it!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
However, you didn't even notice the other crate. This one here. How can you prove there wasn't someone hiding in that box?
Flynch:
Not a possibility, I'm afraid.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Flynch:
That wharf is fitted with CCTV cameras. The recordings from that night have already been examined... Not a single person was seen leaving the ship.
Maya:
If there are security cameras monitoring the ship... then why do they bother keeping Johnny around, Nick?
Phoenix:
Whoa, whoa... Not so loud, Maya.
Judge:
Hmph. So there were no other intruders.
Smiles:
Yessir! That's right.
Phoenix:
(Oh, man. Some guard he is...)
Maya:
That prosecutor could have at least checked if the lights were on or not.
Phoenix:
Yeah. You know...maybe this hasn't been all that properly investigated.
Maya:
......! You think so?
Phoenix:
(In any case...some things the guard said are kinda strange. Let's see what he says when I show him some evidence!)
Phoenix:
You're sure the defendant was standing right in front of the crew member?
Smiles:
Absolutely! They were facing each other the entire time.
Phoenix:
Well, that's weird...because it clearly contradicts this evidence!
Flynch:
What...what do you mean?
Phoenix:
According to the victim's medical report, the blow was dealt to the back of the head.
Smiles:
...The back of the head...
Phoenix:
Do you understand now? If they were facing each other, there's no way the victim could have been hit from behind!
Smiles:
Ye............
Yesssssssssssir!
Judge:
Witness! Can you offer an explanation for this contradiction?
Flynch:
Yes... Explain yourself. It's the first I'm hearing of this!
Smiles:
Yessir, I...um... It's... It's...strange, isn't it...? I'm totally sure they were fighting face-to-face! I'd swear this melting chocolate bar on it!
Phoenix:
(It doesn't look like he's lying. But then...)
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Look at me!
Phoenix:
Wh-what are you doing, Maya?!
Maya:
I was just checking if I could hit the back of your head while you were facing me. It doesn't seem doable. Especially for someone as vertically challenged as me.
Phoenix:
How about you keep your dangerous little "experiments" inside that head of yours, Maya...? I kind of like living, thanks. (At least we've learned a couple of important things... First, that this witness is unreliable! And second... that the prosecution didn't investigate this case properly! If my gut feeling is right... there's much more to this case than meets the eye! Now's my chance. What should I do?)
Plead not guilty
Leads to:
"Your Honour! The defence asserts once more..."
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(I can't get ahead of myself... It's better to wait and see what happens.)
Maya:
What are you doing, Nick?! This is our chance! This is when you're supposed to point your finger and wave it in people's faces! You've gotta do it while they're floored by that contradiction!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, you're right.
Leads to:
"Your Honour! The defence asserts once more..."
Phoenix:
Your Honour! The defence asserts once more... that the defendant, Espella Cantabella, is innocent!
Judge:
Wh-what...?!
Flynch:
This is...foolishness! Just who do you think you are, anyway? Waltzing in here, with your ridiculous assumptions. Balderdash, I say! That's not how it was supposed to be!
Phoenix:
......! (What did he just say? "Not how it was supposed to be"?)
Judge:
In light of this new development, the court's opinion... is that the defendant is in no way cleared of suspicion. However... The witness' [sic] testimony has been proven unreliable.
Phoenix:
(That's more like it! Looks like I'm starting to win over the judge!)
Flynch:
Flynch:
Don't forget that the defendant admits all charges! Surely her guilt is beyond doubt!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defendant is just a schoolgirl! You can't go on her confession alone! So far we have established only one thing! That Mr Smiles is neither an expert nor even a reliable witness!
???:
Smiles:
In my long, six-month career as a security guard... never have my professionalism and expertise been questioned.
Maya:
Isn't six months barely past the probation period?
Smiles:
You're saying Goldilocks there is innocent. In other words, that she didn't assault anyone... and that she didn't steal this toy? Isn't that so, Mr Lawyer?
Phoenix:
Yes. At least... we have yet to see any proof that she tried to steal it.
Smiles:
............ Heh heh...heh heh heh... I got you there.
Phoenix:
Huh? What...? Got me how?
Smiles:
I have...heh. A decisive piece of evidence! The proof that that girl was trying to kidnap PC Badger!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaat?!
Flynch:
You DO?!
Phoenix:
(Even Flynch is shocked...)
Smiles:
When I seized the girl at the crime scene... she was clasping this in her hand! She didn't even seem to notice.
Judge:
And what would that be?
Flynch:
It...it would appear to be PC Badger's tag, Your Honour.
Judge:
Now that you mention it...this mascot does have some sort of an ill-fitting tag attached. What's this engraved on the tag? Is that an address?
Phoenix:
Oh? You mean there's an address written on there?
Flynch:
It would appear to be Scotland Yard's, and their telephone number. It is Scotland Yard's mascot, after all.
Phoenix:
This tag...it's been ripped from one of the PC Badger toys?
Smiles:
Yessir! The suspect was caught in the act of nicking this very toy! The tag was ripped off during the fight!
Phoenix:
Wh-what?! Then this tag is...
Smiles:
What we have here is the decisive evidence that she was trying to steal the cargo!
Phoenix:
No waaaaaaaaaaaaaay! (I wasn't expecting evidence like that!)
Flynch:
Flynch:
W-witness! I was never informed of such evidence! If you had this in your possession, why didn't you hand it in to the police?!
Smiles:
Sorry, Mr Prosecutor. I am an expert at what I do... and my expert advice to myself was that I'd better keep this as my "secret weapon"! So I waited for the right moment to single-handedly settle this trial!
Flynch:
Ughhhhh...
Phoenix:
(Looks like Flynch and I are both in uncharted waters now.)
Judge:
This tag is vital evidence. It will be added to the Court Record.
Torn Tag added to the Court Record.
Flynch:
Uhm, defence? Mr Wright, was it?
Phoenix:
Yes, Prosecutor Flynch?
Flynch:
Your appearance in this court was a very hastily decided affair...
Phoenix:
That's true. That call from the Attorney's Association came out of nowhere...
Flynch:
Perhaps, in all the confusion, the request from your "client" escaped your attention. Were you not instructed to accept the sentence proposed by the prosecution?
Phoenix:
...!
Maya:
Come to think of it, Ms Darklaw did say something about that before the trial...
Darklaw:
She's pleading guilty, so there's not much you need to do. I suggest you accept the punishment proposed by the prosecution.
Flynch:
That's what you were asked to do. You have convinced us all of your skill, so your good name will not suffer. Why not simply admit the defendant is guilty and call it a day, hmm?
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
Hmph... What do you say to that, Mr Wright? Depending on your stance on this matter, the court may now pass the verdict.
Phoenix:
(My stance? That's something I don't need to think twice about!)
Continue trial
Leads to:
"The defence requests that the trial continue!"
End trial
Phoenix:
I understand. The defence agrees to end... Argh! What are you doing, Maya?!
Maya:
Oh, y'know...just conducting one of my "dangerous little experiments"... I wanted to see if a heavy pipe to an attorney's head would help him see some sense! C'mon, Nick! If the trial ends now, Espella will be found guilty! Tell me you're NOT okay with that!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Maya... I have to respect the client's wishes. There must be a good reason behind Ms Darklaw's request.
Maya:
Nick, Ms Darklaw isn't your client. Espella is.
Phoenix:
...! (That's right. The reason I'm here is to defend Espella and prove she's innocent! I can't let the trial end now!)
Leads to:
"The defence requests that the trial continue!"
Phoenix:
The defence requests that the trial continue!
Flynch:
Wh-what?!
Phoenix:
The defence stands by its assertion... that Espella Cantabella...is not guilty.
Flynch:
............ Very well, Mr Wright. If that's your desire, then I, too, have a request to make. ...Your Honour.
Judge:
Yes, Prosecutor Flynch?
Flynch:
The prosecution calls its second witness.
Phoenix:
......!
Smiles:
H-hey, wait a second! What about me? Come on, guys, don't forget about Johnny! Let me start over from the top, no detail omitted!
Flynch:
I suggest you leave the witness stand and go back to witnessing your crimes on television.
Smiles:
Y-yes............ Yessssssssssssssir!
Judge:
I believe a break is in order. The court will now adjourn for a 15 minute break. Mr Flynch, prepare your witness. Is that understood?
Flynch:
...Yes, Your Honour.
Phoenix:
The defence has no objections. (Looks like Flynch finally got serious about this case. And that means... the real game starts now!)
To Be Continued...
English Courtroom Lobby
Phoenix:
Phew. Glad the first part's over. That witness was quite a...character.
Maya:
I bet he'd love to be one...in a crime drama. He'd end up making it a comedy, though. I'd hate it if poor Espella was found guilty because of his shaky testimony. But at least now it looks like we might be able to get Espella a "not guilty" verdict.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I hope that cheered Espella up a bit.
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
...Ack! (I forgot about Darklaw!)
Maya:
She's reading my newspaper.
Phoenix:
Maybe it's just me, but she doesn't look pleased...
Darklaw:
......! Oh, it's you. I appreciate your efforts, Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
Uhm, thank you.
Darklaw:
But while I understand your drive to win this case...
Phoenix:
M-my drive?
Darklaw:
...This is not the time for your personal ambitions.
Phoenix:
I don't...
Darklaw:
I told you before, didn't I? That Espella is pleading guilty, and that you should accept the proposed punishment.
Espella:
............
Darklaw:
This...incident has already been settled between our school and the police.
Maya:
But, Ms Darklaw! Espella could be innocent!
Darklaw:
Believe me, it will be in Espella's best interest if you end the trial as soon as possible. The more this trial drags on, the more traumatic it is for this poor girl.
Phoenix:
I...I'm sorry... (She may be saying that she's guilty...but is she, really?)
Espella:
............
Darklaw:
In any case, Mr Wright... We don't want our school being shoved into the limelight because of this case. So if you could please refrain from picking at meaningless details, such as that toy... Get this trial over with quickly. This is your client's wish, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
............ I understand. I'll do my best.
Darklaw:
It's a relief to hear that... Let's go, Espella.
Espella:
...Yes, Ms Darklaw.
Maya:
What the heck was that all about?! We've been bustin' our butts in there trying to prove that Espella is innocent, and she expects us to just give up NOW?!
Phoenix:
Why are you yelling at ME, Maya...? (But when you think about it, Darklaw's acting very strange...)
Maya:
Her own pupil's on trial, and she just stands around reading other people's newspapers.
Phoenix:
Yeah... What's she so busy reading about, anyway? There's nothing about Espella in that paper. (Was she checking the soccer scores or something?)
Newspaper added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
The break is almost over. We'd better go back. (Flynch looked really confident about this new witness... I'm Espella's defence attorney. I'll stand by her no matter what.)
English Courthouse
Judge:
The court will now reconvene. Prosecution, is your witness ready?
Flynch:
Of course, Your Honour. Bailiff, please bring her in!
Judge:
Witness, state your name and occupation.
???:
My name is Olivia Aldente.
Aldente:
The warm winds of the Mediterranean Sea carry the spicy scent of a seafood stew... A 'ot Sicilian stew that soothes the 'earts of sailors braving the raging waters. Blessed be the Sicilian cuisine and il nostro mare!
Flynch:
Yes... Ms Aldente is employed as a cook on the freighter where the crime happened.
Judge:
A cook? That's, uhm...interesting attire you are wearing, Miss Aldente.
Aldente:
This is my work outfit. It gets very 'ot in the kitchen, you know.
Judge:
It will be a pleasant change after that chocaholic guard. He got up my nose.
Phoenix:
(Nice to see the judge is remaining impartial...)
Flynch:
Ms Aldente discovered the defendant in the cargo hold when she went for supplies.
Phoenix:
She found Espella? That would make her... the crew member that Johnny saw fighting with Espella!
Flynch:
That is right, Mr Wright. Ms Aldente was the first person to discover the intruder.
Judge:
Then she is the victim of assault! Hit with a steel pipe...how cruel!
Aldente:
If I'd only 'ad my precious kitchen knife with me at the time... I'd 'ave shown 'er my eccezionale cutting skills. *giggle*
Maya:
Nick, look at that! She's an expert potato peeler! You'd better watch out around her!
Phoenix:
...I'll keep that in mind.
Judge:
Witness, we will now hear your testimony. Describe to us what happened in the cargo hold.
Aldente:
Certamente! Gladly!
Witness Testimony
- When I Found the Girl -
Aldente:
I went to the cargo hold to check the supplies. It was past 10:00pm.
And I found that girl, 'iding and clutching one of them bizzarro toys.
She made as if to run away, so I tried to stop 'er. Then she grabbed a pipe.
She's short, but she fiercely swung the pipe at me. I tried to dodge...
but she 'it me on the 'ead. I blacked out for a few minutes...
Judge:
Hmph. According to the medical report, you suffered a laceration to your head, correct?
Aldente:
Ah, that. It's covered by the chef 'at, so you can't see it now... But when I chop up veggies, it 'urts in the rhythm of the strikes, chop-chop-chop!
Judge:
That sounds most terrible, Miss Aldente.
Aldente:
I should 'ave been more careful, but she looked like a little, piccola girl.
Maya:
Hmm. Olivia is much taller than Espella...
Phoenix:
Yeah. Espella's about the same size as you.
Maya:
I may be short, but I'm well-proportioned, and that's what matters!
Flynch:
Your Honour, the prosecution would like to present... the decisive evidence that proves the defendant's guilt.
Phoenix:
......!
Flynch:
This is a photograph of the defendant's fingerprints on the steel pipe. As you can see, the fingerprints are very clear. They were left by the assailant. They have already been examined and found to be those of the defendant.
Judge:
Hmph... Well, that settles it. This is undoubtedly decisive evidence.
Phoenix:
Wh-what?! (The fingerprints on the weapon are Espella's?)
Flynch:
Just to put your inquisitive mind at peace, Mr Wright, there were no other fingerprints.
Judge:
This photograph shall be added to the evidence.
Fingerprint Photo added to the Court Record.
Flynch:
Heh heh. Have I not warned you, Mr Wright? Further examination is but a waste of time.
Maya:
Nick... What do we do now? This evidence clearly points to Espella...
Phoenix:
............ We're pleading that Espella's not guilty. And if she's innocent, then... this witness is lying! All we need to do is expose that lie. (I've got to think straight and focus on finding the truth!)
Judge:
The defence may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
- When I Found the Girl -
Aldente:
I went to the cargo hold to check the supplies. It was past 10:00pm.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You had to check the supplies at that late hour? It must be tough being a cook.
Aldente:
Know the saying "a thirsty sailor will drink the 'ole Mediterranean Sea"? That's why I always need to make sure we're properly stocked up, sweetie.
Phoenix:
Ugh. (Is she making those sayings up?)
Flynch:
The incident occurred at 10:20pm, when Smiles was doing the rounds.
Judge:
I see... Understood. And what happened in the cargo hold?
Aldente:
And I found that girl, 'iding and clutching one of them bizzarro toys.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And this biz...bizarre toy she was holding was none other than...
Aldente:
PC Badger, was it? The girl 'eld it in a tight grip, like a sea 'awk 'olds its prey!
Judge:
Are you certain it was the defendant?
Aldente:
Uhm, it was kinda dark in that room, but... I swear on Neptune it was 'er!
Flynch:
The witness was engaged in a face-to-face fight with the defendant. Even if the room was poorly lit, there is no doubt she would recognise her assailant.
Phoenix:
(Espella was holding PC Badger... Did she intend to steal it?)
Judge:
What did the witness do upon discovering the intruder?
Aldente:
She made as if to run away, so I tried to stop 'er. Then she grabbed a pipe.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defendant tried to escape?
Aldente:
Mhm. She 'ad nowhere to run though, 'cause she was at the far end of the room. I'm really good at catching chickens that try to run from the knife...so I caught 'er, rapidamente!
Flynch:
And when you caught her, things took a violent turn?
Aldente:
Yeah...she was so small, you know, you wouldn't think she 'ad that in 'er... There was a steel pipe propped against the wall, right next to 'er...
Phoenix:
Was it the pipe from this picture?
Aldente:
Mhm, yeah. She picked it up and 'eld it in both 'ands. And then...
Aldente:
She's short, but she fiercely swung the pipe at me. I tried to dodge...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're sure it was the defendant that swung the pipe at you?
Flynch:
Flynch:
We know it was the defendant, because her fingerprints were found on the weapon. As you can see, she held the pipe with both hands, just as the witness has stated.
Phoenix:
(Espella's fingerprints... That's hard evidence. But then again...)
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
Uhm, there's something about those fingerprints...
Maya:
Oh, it sounds like you're on to something, Nick!
Phoenix:
Don't get too excited. It's just a hunch. (These fingerprints... They don't look quite right to me, for some reason. Espella swung this pipe, while holding it in both hands?)
Flynch:
In any case, pray tell us what happened after the defendant took a swing at you.
Present Fingerprint Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You're claiming that the defendant swung the pipe at you..."
Aldente:
but she 'it me on the 'ead. I blacked out for a few minutes...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you remember the moment you were hit?
Aldente:
Uhm...sort of... It was dark, so I'm not exactly sure 'ow it 'appened. See, I'm clever with my fingers but not that good at dodging steel pipes, so I got 'it.
Phoenix:
And you're positive there was no one else at the crime scene?
Aldente:
Yup. Ah, that cute guard suddenly walked in, sort of nonchalantly. Now that I think about it... The door suddenly opened and I turned towards it... That must be when I got 'it! So it was 'is fault...
Phoenix:
Eh?
Aldente:
Oh, I'll 'ave my revenge. They say my special spice blend is too strong for 'uman consumption... I don't think 'e will ever be able to taste chocolate afterwards! *giggle*
Phoenix:
(She says while smiling... Scary...)
Maya:
Johnny said he saw the moment Olivia was hit.
Phoenix:
Yeah, and he didn't see anyone else in the room either...
Maya:
Hmm...
Aldente:
So, when I came to, the guard boy 'ad already captured that girl.
Phoenix:
(There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her testimony... Still...)
Maya:
Hmm? Got any ideas, Nick?
Phoenix:
This one piece of evidence has been on my mind... It's not something easy to see but...it feels out of place.
Maya:
Hmm. I didn't notice anything. I'd better take a second look at the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I've got nothing concrete, just a hunch to go on, but...should I present "that"?)
Phoenix:
You're claiming that the defendant swung the pipe at you... Well, that's impossible.
Aldente:
Why do you say that, sweetie?
Phoenix:
The defendant's fingerprints were found on the pipe. However... There is a contradiction here!
Flynch:
A...contradiction? Im...impossible!
Judge:
That is most interesting. Well then, the defence shall explain... What in the photo of the fingerprints contradicts the testimony?
The existence of the fingerprints
Phoenix:
It is the very fact that there are fingerprints on the pipe!
Judge:
And...why would that be a contradiction?
Phoenix:
If we assume that the defendant didn't touch this pipe...then it's inexplicable that her fingerprints should be found on it!
Flynch:
...Let me tell you something, Mr Wright. What is truly inexplicable is the fact that a person such as you should be an attorney.
Phoenix:
E-excuse me...?
Flynch:
It is an established fact that the defendant's fingerprints are present on the weapon. Or do you mistrust the expertise of our British forensics technicians?
Aldente:
I see you're at sea with this 'ole attorney business, sweetie!
Phoenix:
Gaaaaaaaaaaahhh! (The fingerprints on the weapon are definitely Espella's... Maybe I overlooked some other possibility...)
Judge:
...Well then. The court shall ask once more...
Leads back to:
"What in the photo of the fingerprints contradicts the testimony?"
The position of the fingerprints
Phoenix:
It's the position of the fingerprints, Your Honour.
Judge:
Oh? The position?
Leads to:
"According to the witness' testimony, the defendant held the pipe like this..."
The location of the fingerprints
Phoenix:
It's the location of the fingerprints, Your Honour.
Judge:
Oh? The location?
Leads to:
"According to the witness' testimony, the defendant held the pipe like this..."
Phoenix:
According to the witness' [sic] testimony, the defendant held the pipe like this... In order to hit the witness on the head, she raised the pipe like so.
Aldente:
That is preciso what she did!
Phoenix:
And then she struck from above. But here's the problem... Think about the fingerprints that she would have left, had she done just that...
Judge:
What are you getting at, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Look closely at the way I'm holding the pipe. In this situation, the fingerprints... would look like this. The thumb is above the other fingers.
Judge:
Indeed, there's no doubt about it.
Phoenix:
Now take a look at the fingerprints that were actually left on the pipe.
Judge:
Goodness! The...the thumb. It's... ...below the other fingers!
Flynch:
Wh-whaaaat?!
Phoenix:
That's right. Ms Aldente...
Aldente:
What...what is it...?
Phoenix:
Had the defendant attacked you as you described... the fingerprints would have been the other way around. Which means... something's not right with your testimony!
Aldente:
......Argh!
Judge:
Order! Order! What is the meaning of this? These fingerprints were submitted as decisive evidence! How come this contradiction was not brought to light before! [sic]
Flynch:
Ah! Noooooo!
Phoenix:
Ms Aldente, what do you have to say about this?
Aldente:
............
Phoenix:
Uh... Excuse me, Ms Aldente?
Aldente:
Know 'ow to bring out the full sweetness of a sweet potato?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Aldente:
You use a pinch of salt. Interesting, right? You use salt to make something taste sweeter.
Phoenix:
I'm not following...
Aldente:
I remember it now. It was the other way around, not as you'd expect it...
Phoenix:
...!
Aldente:
I'm sorry, I got a bit confused. You'd normally 'old a pipe like that... But she's so small and the pipe is 'eavy. She 'eld it the other way.
Judge:
The other way?
Aldente:
Not like this... She 'eld it in this way!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But you testified that she "fiercely swung the pipe" at you!
Aldente:
I'm telling you I got confused. Olivia's sorry, okay?
Phoenix:
How could you mistake the way she held the pipe if she was right in front of you?!
Aldente:
Oh, why don't you go fry an egg! What does it matter if she 'eld it one way or another? You wouldn't call a slightly salted sweet potato a salty potato, 'cause it's still a sweet potato, no matter what you add to it.
Flynch:
The witness probably has a point, doesn't she, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Judge:
So the defendant attacked the witness holding the pipe backhanded... It seems a bit unnatural, but it does make sense, I suppose.
Flynch:
Indeed it does, Your Honour. There is no problem with this evidence after all.
Judge:
Does the defence agree?
Phoenix:
(If I agree there are no problems with this evidence, we'll be one step away from losing this case... There's gotta be a contradiction somewhere in that fishy testimony! Could Espella have hit Olivia holding the pipe backhanded?)
Prove there's a contradiction
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Well, Ms Aldente, I'm afraid that..."
Stay put and see how it goes
Phoenix:
(I can't prove anything now... Maybe I'll get another chance later...)
Maya:
Wake up, Nick! It's now or never! Espella will be found guilty if you don't do something!
Phoenix:
But, Maya, there's nothing I can do... (I need evidence to prove a contradiction. I guess it's time to improvise... I'll raise an objection first and have a look at the Court Record when they ask me for proof...)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Well, Ms Aldente, I'm afraid that..."
Phoenix:
Well, Ms Aldente, I'm afraid that... you're in a pickle now.
Aldente:
I...I don't really see why.
Phoenix:
Adding a pack of lies to a testimony can turn things very sour for a witness.
Judge:
Hmph. It would seem that the defence is prepared to prove its claim... that there is a contradiction in this witness' [sic] testimony.
Phoenix:
Correct, Your Honour. (I won't know until I try...)
Judge:
The defence shall now present evidence to the court! The evidence contradicting the assertion that the defendant hit the witness holding the pipe backhanded is...
Present Medical Report
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ms Aldente, you previously testified..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, this is it!
Judge:
Well, well. I will ask for your opinion on this, Prosecutor Flynch. I don't understand what the defence is trying to say.
Flynch:
Oh, we could say that things have gone sour for Mr Wright, rather than the witness.
Phoenix:
Huh...
Aldente:
Accusing me of lying is in really bad taste, you know.
Phoenix:
Gwahhhhhhhh! (I messed that up big time.)
Maya:
Say, Nick. Do you think she even got hit in the first place?
Phoenix:
She did. It says so in her medical report: "laceration to the back of the head". You can't see it because it's under her chef's hat.
Maya:
Espella and I wouldn't be able to see it anyway.
Phoenix:
(Because they're both so short... ...! That...made me think of something...)
Judge:
Defence? Are you still there?
Phoenix:
Y-yes! Please give me another chance!
Flynch:
Hmph! No matter how you slice it, you can't prove anything.
Leads back to:
"The defence shall now present evidence to the court!"
Phoenix:
Ms Aldente, you previously testified... that you were using that hat to cover the wound you received in the assault.
Aldente:
It's normal for signorinas to cover up things they don't want others to see...
Phoenix:
That's not all. You also described the defendant as "little", if you recall. That is to say, Ms Cantabella is, at the very least, shorter than you.
Aldente:
I've grown tall and 'ealthy thanks to the wonderful Mediterranean sunshine!
Phoenix:
Let me ask you then... How did a girl shorter than you, holding a heavy pipe backhanded, manage to land a blow to the back of your head? I'd say it's impossible.
Aldente:
...!
Flynch:
Uh...
Phoenix:
The fingerprints on the weapon show that the defendant held it backhanded. But even if she didn't... it is highly unlikely she would be able to hit Ms Aldente's head like that!
Judge:
O-order! I will have order! What is the defence getting at...?
Flynch:
Flynch:
Even if it was "highly unlikely"... It cannot be proven that it was impossible! Ms Cantabella's fingerprints were found on that pipe, Your Honour. Nothing can change the fact that it was the defendant who held the weapon!
Phoenix:
.........!
Judge:
Hmm... That is so. Does the defence have any comments?
Phoenix:
(I can't deny that... It's clear that Espella did hold that pipe...)
Maya:
Hmm... She held it like this, right? Why would she do that? It'd be hard to hit anyone like this.
Phoenix:
...! (When she holds it like that, it looks as if...)
Judge:
The court recognises the validity of the prosecution's objection. Fingerprints on the weapon prove that it was used by the defendant...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defendant's fingerprints may be on the pipe. However... That doesn't prove she hit anyone with it!
Flynch:
Flynch:
Nonsense! What else would she pick up a steel pipe for?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Oh, I think I've got a pretty good idea...
Aldente:
............
Judge:
Well then, the defence may elaborate on its idea.
Phoenix:
(What I say next will turn this trial around!) The defendant's fingerprints were left on the weapon when she...
Reached for a weapon
Phoenix:
While cornered by Ms Aldente, the defendant reached back and grabbed the pipe!
Flynch:
Indeed. She picked up the pipe that was leaning against the wall and held it in both hands.
Aldente:
Mhm, and then...she charged at me!
Flynch:
Hmm, yes. It is quite possible that she would hold the pipe backwards, having picked it up from behind.
Aldente:
So...what's the problem? That only proves it was 'er who assaulted me!
Judge:
It seems to be just as the witness says. Wouldn't you agree, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
(It's really not my day... I can't believe I got that wrong...)
Maya:
What's wrong with you, Nick?! I'm tempted to hit you again with that pipe just to knock some sense into you!
Phoenix:
I'm... I'm sorry. I'll get it right next time!
Leads back to:
"Well then, the defence may elaborate on its idea."
Attacked Ms Aldente
Phoenix:
While cornered by Ms Aldente, the defendant attacked her with the steel pipe!
Judge:
So...what you're saying is... that the fingerprints were left on the weapon when the defendant attacked, not when she committed assault? ............ Isn't that the same crime?!
Flynch:
It's the same crime, Mr Not-So-Wright!
Aldente:
Mamma mia! 'E finally got it!
Phoenix:
(It's really not my day... I can't believe I got that wrong...)
Maya:
What's wrong with you, Nick?! I'm tempted to hit you again with that pipe just to knock some sense into you!
Phoenix:
I'm... I'm sorry. I'll get it right next time!
Leads back to:
"Well then, the defence may elaborate on its idea."
Tried to defend herself
Leads to:
"Well, naturally..."
Phoenix:
Well, naturally... she held the pipe with both hands when she stopped it from coming down on her head.
Judge:
S-stopped it...?
Flynch:
W-with both hands...?
Maya:
That's right! Like this!
Aldente:
......!
Phoenix:
Please take another look at this photo. These are not the fingerprints of an assailant... but rather, the fingerprints of a victim who was defending herself!
Aldente:
Ah!
Phoenix:
Which brings us to the conclusion... that Ms Cantabella didn't attack the witness! She was in fact a victim, desperately trying to defend herself!
Flynch:
This cannot be!
Phoenix:
And if Ms Cantabella was a victim... Who was the real assailant? There's only one person who could have done it.
Aldente:
...!
Phoenix:
The only other person at the crime scene... was Olivia Aldente! ...It was you, wasn't it?
Aldente:
Kyaaaaaah!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! If I cannot have order, the court will be adjourned!
???:
Be quiet, ALL OF YOU!
Aldente:
You just don't quit, do you...? A lousy lawyer like you should get the chop! 'Ow about I show you my knife up close?!
Flynch:
Flynch:
Have you lost your mind, Mr Wright? The witness is the victim, not the assailant! There are no fingerprints other than the defendant's on the weapon!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Look at the witness' [sic] outfit. She's wearing gloves. That's why she left no fingerprints!
Aldente:
Arghhhhhhhhhh! You prickly sea urchin!
Flynch:
Flynch:
But you cannot be sure she was wearing gloves that night!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness has called this her "work outfit". So she must have been wearing it when she went to check supplies!
Aldente:
Aldente:
You devious lawyer, slippery as an eel! It was me because I 'ad gloves on?! As if it was only me wearing gloves!
Maya:
Umm, she's the only one in the courtroom wearing gloves.
Aldente:
There was...THAT guy! The guard! 'E was wearing gloves too!
Judge:
The guard... Oh, was that the previous witness?
Flynch:
Oh, that's right! Gloves are part of the guard's uniform, by regulation!
Aldente:
See! That guard, Johnny, 'e was wearing gloves that night too!
Judge:
Hmph. What do you say to that, Mr Wright? Since you're claiming that the assailant is the person who had gloves on, that would make the guard a suspect as well.
Phoenix:
(Could Johnny be the culprit?)
It's possible
Phoenix:
It is certainly possible that Johnny was the culprit.
Maya:
Bzzt! Wrong answer, Nick! You're not gonna get anywhere with that! What you've got to do now is grill that fishy cook! Witnesses are like food. If you wait too long, they go rotten!
Phoenix:
(Speaking of food, I bet Maya's gonna make me treat her to one of her usual "post-trial hamburger feasts" when this thing's done...)
Maya:
And don't forget to check the evidence. There might be something useful there!
Phoenix:
(Oh yeah! I've got to remember to check the Court Record...)
Leads to:
"Johnny Smiles is not the culprit!"
It's impossible
Leads to:
"Johnny Smiles is not the culprit!"
Phoenix:
Johnny Smiles is not the culprit!
Aldente:
Why not?! Anyone with gloves could've done it, didn't you just say that?!
Phoenix:
(Um, no, I didn't...)
Judge:
However, it does seem plausible that the guard could have done it. He was wearing gloves, after all.
Phoenix:
I'm afraid that's impossible, Your Honour. ...And I have proof.
Judge:
You...do?
Flynch:
Fascinating. Let's see this "proof", if you really have it... Please enlighten us as to why Smiles cannot be the culprit. Provide the proof!
Present Torch
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr Smiles is, to put it nicely, what you may call a free spirit."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, what do you think of that?!
Aldente:
You'd better take all that lawyer says with a grain of salt.
Flynch:
You appear to be but an unseasoned attorney after all.
Maya:
That doesn't really cut the mustard.
Judge:
The defence's theory boils down to nothing.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... That definitely left a bad taste in my mouth...)
Maya:
To put it simply, the culprit must have been wearing gloves. So...
Phoenix:
(So I need to prove Smiles wasn't wearing any...)
Maya:
Let's check the Court Record again!
Leads back to:
"Fascinating. Let's see this "proof", if you really have it..."
Phoenix:
Mr Smiles is, to put it nicely, what you may call a free spirit. There is no guarantee he would follow the rules and wear his full uniform! And this evidence proves he did not wear gloves!
Flynch:
W-wait! Don't throw that filthy torch at me!
Judge:
Will someone please wipe the chocolate off this evidence?!
Phoenix:
No, Your Honour, this chocolate is the evidence.
Aldente:
What...?
Phoenix:
Mr Smiles was snacking on a chocolate bar during his patrol. That's why his flashlight is in this sorry state... and covered in his chocolatey fingerprints. Therefore, we know that he didn't wear gloves when patrolling the ship that night! Rule-breaking, chocolate-loving Johnny Smiles was not the culprit!
Aldente:
Wh-whaaat...? That's ridicolo! It's too silly!
Flynch:
Flynch:
Y-Your Honour! The defence has merely pointed out a possibility! To call this witness a criminal without actual evidence against her is preposterous!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The prosecution's duty is to clear what doubts there may be regarding the defendant's guilt! And I have demonstrated that there is, at the very least, a possibility that the witness is not telling the truth.
Flynch:
Flynch:
"At the very least", Espella Cantabella is not innocent! As corroborated by PC Badger, the toy that she attempted to steal!
Aldente:
...! Ah...
Phoenix:
(What was that? Did Olivia just freeze for a second?)
Judge:
Prosecutor Flynch. Explain to the court about this toy...this new piece of evidence.
Flynch:
This is the stuffed toy the defendant tried to steal that night.
Judge:
Hmm... One of its legs would appear to be missing. The poor thing.
Flynch:
This mishap befell PC Badger as the witness and defendant were fighting. The captain of the freighter reported the damage after the defendant's arrest.
Phoenix:
(So this is the stuffed animal Olivia snatched from Espella...)
Judge:
I see. The court would like to hear the witness' [sic] testimony regarding this evidence.
Flynch:
...Witness, your testimony. Excuse me... Witness, you have been asked to testify!
Aldente:
...Ah... I'm so very sorry! I got a little upset from all these accusations! I'm not used to this...to being called a liar...
Flynch:
Ah, yes. It's only natural. Don't worry about that. It's all that slimy attorney's fault!
Phoenix:
(Wh-why do I feel like an eel on a chopping board...?)
Judge:
The witness will now testify. Tell us how you retrieved this toy from the defendant.
Aldente:
Gladly! Oh, il nostro mare!
Maya:
I wonder what she's saying. I don't get it.
Phoenix:
(Whatever she said, I'll make sure this is the last time she says it in court!)
Witness Testimony
- About PC Badger -
Aldente:
I wrestled this toy back from that thief and then gave it to the police.
When I found that girl, I thought I couldn't let 'er get away with our precious cargo!
Naturalmente, I 'ad to get that toy back from 'er first. Its leg got ripped off, though.
But there's no way I could've attacked 'er with the pipe! I was 'olding the toy in one 'and.
I don't remember much about when I was 'it. But I got the toy back, at least.
Judge:
Ah, I see. What a commendable attitude, going to such lengths to protect the cargo.
Aldente:
I may not be a security guard, but I'll do what it takes for the sake of our ship!
Phoenix:
(It didn't do much good in the end. This PC Badger is way too damaged to be sold.)
Aldente:
These lovely little toys are made at a workshop in London. We transport them down the River Thames, distributing them to children as we go.
Phoenix:
(Didn't she call them "bizzaro toys" earlier? And now suddenly they're "cute"?)
Judge:
And what about fingerprints on this toy?
Flynch:
It is a soft toy, after all, so no usable fingerprints were found.
Judge:
Hmph. Well, that is unfortunate. Regardless, the court accepts it into evidence.
Stolen Toy added to the Court Record.
Judge:
The defence may now cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
- About PC Badger -
Aldente:
I wrestled this toy back from that thief and then gave it to the police.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
When you entered the cargo hold, Espella had this stuffed animal?
Aldente:
Naturalmente! I caught 'er red-'anded. She WAS trying to steal it. I'm telling you!
Phoenix:
(Hmm, to be honest... it doesn't sound like she's lying...)
Maya:
But... Is Espella really a thief?
Phoenix:
We can't be sure about it... Just picking something up doesn't make you a thief. Anyway... (Something else in her testimony is on my mind right now.)
Flynch:
Has the defence changed its mind about the innocence of its client now?
Judge:
Witness, continue your testimony. What did you do after coming across the defendant?
Present Torn Tag
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Aldente. I would like to confirm just one thing. The stuffed animal you submitted to the police... Is it this one?
Aldente:
Yeah, that's the one. No doubt about it.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but if that's the case, things simply don't add up.
Flynch:
Wh-what doesn't add up...?
Aldente:
Uhm, if it's about the leg, it's that girl's fault. It got ripped off because she wouldn't let go...
Phoenix:
The problem is not something that's missing from this stuffed animal. On the contrary... It's something that shouldn't be there in the first place!
Aldente:
S-something that shouldn't be there...?
Phoenix:
And that is, of course...this item.
Flynch:
That...that's...
Phoenix:
This is the final piece of evidence received from the guard, Mr Smiles.
Leads to:
"When I seized the girl at the crime scene..."
Present Stolen Toy
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Aldente. I would like to confirm just one thing. The stuffed animal you submitted to the police... Is it this one?
Aldente:
Yeah, that's the one. No doubt about it.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but if that's the case, things simply don't add up.
Flynch:
Flynch:
...Just what is it this time? What...what's the problem with this toy?!
Judge:
The defence must have some basis behind these claims. The court would like to see some evidence.
Phoenix:
Of course.
Judge:
The defence shall now present to the court... the evidence that illustrates a contradiction within this toy!
Present Torn Tag
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The evidence...is this!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That evidence is...this!
Aldente:
There, I finished it!
Flynch:
My, my, well done. I'd like to try that sometime too.
Judge:
Hmph. I was just about to say the same thing.
Maya:
Nick, no one's looking at your evidence.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... I'd better think of some other evidence to present... and fast.)
Leads back to:
"The defence shall now present to the court..."
Phoenix:
The evidence...is this!
Flynch:
That...that's...
Judge:
Is this the tag that was hanging from PC Badger's neck?
Aldente:
T-tag...?
Phoenix:
This is the evidence received earlier from Mr Smiles.
Leads to:
"When I seized the girl at the crime scene..."
Aldente:
When I found that girl, I thought I couldn't let 'er get away with our precious cargo!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This "precious cargo" was picked up from London?
Aldente:
Yeah. The workshop where they make them is by the River Thames. We come to pick up the cargo regularly.
Flynch:
As it's a regular direct delivery service, we did not see the need to investigate the cargo.
Aldente:
If you confiscated our cargo for inspection, I wouldn't be able to carry out my cooking experiments.
Phoenix:
(Confiscate? What the heck is she cooking with exactly?!)
Flynch:
I think we can all see how committed Ms Aldente is to her work.
Aldente:
Commitment and passion are the main ingredients of every dish I cook!
Aldente:
Naturalmente, I 'ad to get that toy back from 'er first. Its leg got ripped off, though.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The stuffed animal's leg got ripped off when you were fighting?
Aldente:
Mhm, yeah. It came off easier than the shell of a freshly boiled lobster.
Phoenix:
Let's see...hmm... (This thing does seem kind of flimsy.)
Maya:
Stop picking on PC Badger! He may be a plushie, but that's no reason to make fun of him!
Phoenix:
It's not made very well, though. It looks like it might just come apart if you pull it a bit...
Aldente:
I ripped it out of the girl's 'ands and kept it with me until the police came.
Aldente:
But there's no way I could've attacked 'er with the pipe! I was 'olding the toy in one 'and.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you didn't hit the defendant with this steel pipe?
Aldente:
Aren't you forgetting who's the victim 'ere, sweetie? I am. And I didn't strike myself with that pipe. Aren't you getting things backwards? Feeling dizzy? Maybe you 'aven't been eating properly.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... She's right. Someone else must've hit her...)
Aldente:
Uhm, maybe I shouldn't be saying this, but...
Aldente:
I don't remember much about when I was 'it. But I got the toy back, at least.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You don't remember much about it?
Aldente:
Yeah, and the room was dark 'cause only the emergency light was on... But there was definitely no one else in that room. Only me and that little girl. So it 'ad to be 'er that 'it me!
Phoenix:
(She's not having second thoughts about that, it seems.)
Phoenix:
(So that's it, huh.)
Maya:
Well, Nick?
Phoenix:
This one's easy. I know what to do.
Maya:
You're finally starting to act like your normal self! That jet lag must've hit you like a ton of bricks, huh?
Phoenix:
(There is a clear contradiction in Olivia's testimony. It's time to present some evidence and expose her lies!)
Smiles:
When I seized the girl at the crime scene... she was clasping this in her hand! She didn't even seem to notice.
Judge:
And what would that be?
Flynch:
It...it would appear to be PC Badger's tag, Your Honour.
Phoenix:
Strange, isn't it? Something was definitely ripped off this plushie... But it wasn't its leg... It was the tag.
Aldente:
.........!
Phoenix:
You noticed it too, didn't you, Ms Aldente? If this is the stuffed animal that Ms Cantabella was holding when you found her... then why is the tag still on it?!
Aldente:
Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Judge:
Order! Order! I will have order! What is the meaning of this...?
Aldente:
Hey, you...tasteless-looking prosecutor over there!
Flynch:
Y...yes...?
Aldente:
What's this about a tag?! You didn't tell me anything about that!
Flynch:
If...if you'll please calm down...
Phoenix:
It's no use blaming the prosecutor.
Aldente:
...!
Phoenix:
He didn't even know this tag existed.
Flynch:
Flynch:
W-witness! I had not been informed of such evidence! If you had this in your possession, why didn't you hand it in to the police?!
Smiles:
Sorry, Mr Prosecutor. I am an expert at what I do... and my expert advice to myself was that I'd better keep this as my "secret weapon"! So I waited for the right moment to single-handedly settle this trial!
Phoenix:
For better or for worse, this tag's existence has only recently come to light. Neither the prosecution, nor you, Your Honour, knew about it before this trial.
Aldente:
Gwah!
Judge:
But then...why is there a tag on this toy? How come this toy has a tag?
Phoenix:
The answer is simple. There is a tag on this stuffed animal because...
She put a new tag on it
Phoenix:
Before handing in the plushie to the police... the witness placed a new tag on its neck!
Judge:
And...what would she have done that for?
Phoenix:
That's...um... Maybe she wanted to conceal the fact it got damaged in the fight.
Flynch:
Flynch:
Preposterous! The toy is missing a LEG. Surely that is a bigger issue.
Phoenix:
...Ugh.
Maya:
C'mon, Nick! That would be pointless.
Aldente:
'Ow about we 'ang a "Useless Attorney" tag on your neck, darling?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, great... Let's all play "gang up on Phoenix", guys...)
Judge:
Mr Wright. I'll ask again and you had better get it right this time...
Leads back to:
"How come this toy has a tag?"
The toy was swapped
Leads to:
"There is only one possibility..."
She took the wrong toy
Phoenix:
Well, most likely... Ms Aldente took a different plushie by mistake!
Judge:
What's that? She took a different one?
Phoenix:
The toys all look the same, so she ended up picking the wrong one...
Flynch:
Flynch:
How can you claim she would make such a mistake? That toy is missing a leg!
Phoenix:
...Ugh.
Flynch:
What you said was so ludicrous that I raised an objection for no reason!
Aldente:
'Ow about we 'ang a "Useless Attorney" tag on your neck, darling?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, great... Let's all play "gang up on Phoenix", guys...)
Judge:
Mr Wright. I'll ask again and you had better get it right this time...
Leads back to:
"How come this toy has a tag?"
Phoenix:
There is only one possibility... Ms Aldente. Before handing the plushie in to the police, you swapped it for another!
Aldente:
Kyaaaaaaaaaaah! Listen to yourself! Why would I even do something like that?! Ridicolo! And...that's right, that tag must be a fake!
Phoenix:
A fake? Why would you think that?
Aldente:
That chocolate freak must be trying to frame me, that's what it is!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr Smiles has no motive to do something like that!
Flynch:
Flynch:
No motive? It doesn't require much thinking to come up with one. He wanted attention.
Aldente:
Yes, what 'e said! The guard lied to show off, that's all there is to it!
Phoenix:
(Did Johnny produce bogus evidence to draw attention to himself?)
It's possible
Phoenix:
It's possible, perhaps. But not very likely.
Aldente:
Ah, see! Next time I see that guard...I'll test my new knife set on 'im!
Phoenix:
However, it's easy to check whether this evidence is genuine.
Leads to:
"What......"
It's impossible
Phoenix:
It's an interesting theory, but it's impossible.
Aldente:
And 'ow do YOU know?! You! I'll...dice you like an onion!
Phoenix:
Anyway... Was Mr Smiles lying? There's an easy way to find out.
Leads to:
"What......"
Aldente:
What......
Flynch:
How do you plan to check it?
Phoenix:
By checking the fingerprints, of course.
Flynch:
Fingerprints... Arghhh!
Phoenix:
According to Mr Smiles' testimony... when he seized Ms Cantabella, she was holding the tag in her hand. Therefore... her fingerprints should still be on that tag!
Aldente:
Kyaaaaaaah!
Judge:
Bailiff! Have this evidence investigated immediately!
Maya:
That was awesome, Nick! We've almost got her now!
Phoenix:
Mr Flynch, I have a question for you.
Flynch:
Wh-what is it?
Phoenix:
When you searched the crime scene...did you find a toy without a tag?
Judge:
Hmph. Well, Mr Flynch? Did you?
Flynch:
Ugh... N-no... We, uhm... Considering the circumstances, it did not seem necessary to investigate quite so thoroughly... But at the very least, I can tell you that all the toys in the crate had tags on.
Phoenix:
............ Excuse me, Your Honour?
Judge:
What is it, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
It appears no stuffed animal was found without a tag. Which means that it may still be hidden at the crime scene.
Flynch:
...Ah...
Phoenix:
Your Honour, the defence requests that the ship be searched! Thoroughly this time! Send a forensics team there immediately!
Judge:
You're requesting another search?
Flynch:
Flynch:
What? Surely you can't be serious! Whether the toy was swapped or not... It doesn't matter in the least! They are all the same! Any of them will do just fine!
Phoenix:
...That is exactly why it's important.
Flynch:
...!
Phoenix:
All these plushies are the same. There's no need to swap one for another. And yet... Why is the witness getting so worked up about it?
Flynch:
That's... That's just...
Phoenix:
(I had a feeling that there was something odd about this case... A stolen stuffed animal...and an assault connected to it... There had to be more to it. There had to be...another crime under the surface.)
Maya:
Nick!
Phoenix:
(This is it. What should I do...?)
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(The witness is already pretty shaken. I'll wait a while and see what happens.)
Maya:
No, Nick! Olivia's lost the ground from right under her feet! It's time to deliver the final blow!
Phoenix:
............ Got it, Maya, thanks. I've got to press on... I just need to take a deep breath and say what I think is right...
Maya:
Yup, that's the spirit!
Leads to:
"...Your Honour! The defence insists on a search!"
Request search
Leads to:
"...Your Honour! The defence insists on a search!"
Phoenix:
...Your Honour! The defence insists on a search! Should a plushie without a tag be found on the ship... then there's a strong possibility that this case will be resolved!
Flynch:
Flynch:
...The prosecution does not acknowledge the need for-
???:
Nooooooooooooooo!
Aldente:
You can't! No, no! You can't search it again! You just can't!
Judge:
W-witness...
Phoenix:
Ms Aldente! Why did you swap the stuffed animal? And why are you so afraid of having the ship searched? PC Badger holds all the answers!
Aldente:
........................
Judge:
I...I say! Mr Wright! Could it be...that you already know the reason behind the swap?
Phoenix:
(Of course, I don't have any definitive proof. But... when it comes to pointing out a possibility, I might have something. Hmm...)
Judge:
Very well then. Let's see some evidence! Do you have any evidence that would explain why Miss Aldente is against the search?
Present Newspaper
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There is a certain article in this newspaper..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ha! How's that?!
Aldente:
Look at this 'alf-boiled attorney! I'd advise to boil 'im for at least an 'our... and even then 'e may end up quite bitter, when 'e realises what a fool 'e was!
Maya:
Hmm, where'd it go? That big tuna...
Phoenix:
Looks like I chose the wrong thing.
Maya:
We got this far! We can't let her give us the slip now!
Phoenix:
(It's not looking good. I've got to think again... For some reason, Olivia couldn't hand the other plushie in to the police. And I should be able to figure out why!)
Judge:
Well then, let's ask again... Can the defence present relevant evidence?
Leads back to:
"Do you have any evidence that would explain why Miss Aldente is against the search?"
Phoenix:
There is a certain article in this newspaper... "Elusive jewel thieves at large in London! Scotland Yard on red alert!"...
Judge:
Oh, that robbery. I have heard about it, of course. A group of thieves robbed a jewellery shop and made away with about 50 pieces of jewellery. Many extremely valuable stones were stolen, as well. Scotland Yard's under great pressure to find them.
Flynch:
All packages sent out from London are being scrutinised by the police. And what does this have to do with our case? Nothing!
Phoenix:
I beg to differ. The jewel theft took place in London... and that's where our freighter picked up its cargo.
Flynch:
L-London... Ah... It...it can't be. Witness...?!
Phoenix:
That night, you discovered the defendant in the cargo hold. She was holding one of the plushies. You knew you had to get it back. You had to get it back at all costs. But why go so far for a mere plushie? There is only one possible reason! You couldn't afford to have the police discover what was inside of it!
Judge:
We have just received a report from the team investigating the crime scene. This toy was hidden between a storage unit and a pipe.
Flynch:
Ah!
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
The toy has been cut open and the contents examined... and this was found inside. A pink diamond worth approximately £100,000.
Flynch:
We have also received a report from the crime lab. The defendant's fingerprints have been found on the tag.
Phoenix:
Do you have anything to say, Ms Aldente?
Aldente:
............ I lost, didn't I?
Judge:
So...so you are a...
Aldente:
Yeah, I'm one of them. I'm one of the jewel thieves. My role was to get the loot out of London. The police never check the regular shipments from that workshop. We decided to take advantage of that blind spot.
Flynch:
Indeed, the regular direct delivery service has been overlooked by the police.
Judge:
Possibly because that workshop produces the very mascots representing the police!
Aldente:
The other crew 'ad nothing to do with it. I used their ship...that's all.
Phoenix:
It was you who hid the jewels inside the plushies...
Aldente:
There was one jewel in each toy. I was carrying them away one by one.
Judge:
The defendant happened to pick one of those toys up...
Aldente:
I 'ad my 'eart stand still when I saw that girl in the cargo hold. Whenever I was free, I stood guard in front of that room...and yet she got in somehow. So there she was in the room with the 'idden loot, one of the toys, in 'er 'and!
Maya:
Uhm. So, how did Espella get in there?
Aldente:
I don't know if she was trying to steal the toy or what. But I just 'ad to get it back from 'er! No matter the cost! Then I 'anded in a different toy. I made it look like it was ripped in the fight. It would 'ave been over for me if the police 'ad found any of the jewels...
Phoenix:
............
Flynch:
............
Judge:
............
Maya:
But, wait... Who was it in the end? Who hit Olivia?
Phoenix:
(Oh, I almost forgot about that...)
Aldente:
At first...I thought it must 'ave been...that... little girl that 'it me... But now I don't know.
Phoenix:
You don't know?
Aldente:
No one else was supposed to be in that room... But what if there was someone in the shadows... Some mischievous person 'idden in the darkness...
Judge:
This was a most unusual case. It cannot be said that all mysteries have been resolved... but it has become clear that Ms Cantabella is innocent.
Flynch:
Ugh......
Judge:
Well then, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour?
Judge:
It would seem that I owe you thanks for helping us see the truth.
Phoenix:
N-no need to thank me, Your Honour. I was just doing my job, like I always do.
Maya:
Is that really the smartest thing you could come up with?
Judge:
And...Mr Flynch.
Flynch:
Y-yes, Your Honour!
Judge:
This trial was part of the Legal League of Attorneys' exchange programme, wasn't it? May this trial serve as a lesson for you too! Is that understood?
Flynch:
............Oh... It is as you say, Your Honourrrrrrrrrr! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look! Don't LOOK! Without my glasses...I can't see and I don't want to be seen! Where are they? Where are they? Where are they? Where...
Judge:
Ahem, well then. The court has reached its verdict. I pronounce the defendant, Espella Cantabella...
Not Guilty
English Courtroom Lobby
Maya:
Congratulations! You did it, Nick!
Phoenix:
Yeah...thanks. (I guess I should be happy... but Darklaw's cold gaze is staring daggers through me!)
Darklaw:
............ Thank you, Mr Wright. You are better than I thought. Had I known earlier, I would have asked you to prove Espella innocent from the very start.
Phoenix:
Um, I'm glad you're happy about the verdict.
Darklaw:
Espella, come and thank Mr Wright.
Espella:
............ Thank you, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
G-glad I could help...
Espella:
............
Maya:
...Hmm? Hey, Espella. What's that big book you've got there?
Espella:
............
Darklaw:
Oh, please forgive her. She's a bit shy, you see. She's very fond of books. At any rate, now Espella can return to her peaceful life at our boarding school. And it's all thanks to your hard work, Mr Wright.
Espella:
............
Darklaw:
Now, please excuse us. We have some formalities to attend to.
Phoenix:
Oh. Yes, of course.
Darklaw:
...Mr Wright. You were truly outstanding in that courtroom today. Farewell.
Phoenix:
(Phew, it's finally over.)
Maya:
You know, something's still bothering me about this case.
Phoenix:
...?
Maya:
The person who hit Olivia... where did they go?
Phoenix:
(That's true... We don't know who actually assaulted Olivia.) If it wasn't Espella... there must have been another person at the crime scene.
Maya:
But neither Olivia nor Johnny saw anyone else!
Phoenix:
The room was dark, save for the emergency light. I'm sure someone hid in the shadows. And Johnny was wearing sunglasses... I'm amazed he saw anything at all. He missed all those clues, so it's not much of a stretch to imagine he missed the perpetrator too.
Maya:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
How about we head back now?
Maya:
Okay! Let's go check out Tower Bridge while we still have some daylight left!
Maya:
Oh!
Phoenix:
Hmm? What is it, Maya?
Maya:
There, on the couch... Isn't that Espella's book? It IS the book she was holding. We should return it to her. Hey, Nick, let's see what kind of stuff Espella likes to read.
Phoenix:
Just quit it, Maya...
Anime cutscene
Maya:
Labyrinthia, huh?
Phoenix:
Maya, look!
Maya:
Hey, Nick... Look, that's us, isn't it?
To Be Continued...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honour! What do you think of this testimony?
Judge:
Hmph? Whatever do you mean?
Phoenix:
There is clearly a, uhh...a contradiction... umm... I think.
Judge:
Making a face like that does not make your objection any more credible, Mr Wright. I'm not in a good mood today, so I shall punish the defence with a penalty.
Phoenix:
(Hey, don't take it out on me...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There is a clear contradiction between this statement and the evidence!
Judge:
...And how are they even related?
Phoenix:
...They aren't, are they?
Judge:
Indeed, they are not. And here is your penalty.
Phoenix:
(Penalty... That sounds pretty serious when said by the judge.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
Does it, now? I do not see any contradictions.
Phoenix:
Huh...really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. And now, that is a penalty. The defence shall think very well before speaking to the court again. Or else...
Phoenix:
(This judge is really good at threatening people...)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! There is no need to prolong this trial. The verdict is already clear as day. There are no doubts nor ambiguities. The court will now issue its verdict.
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will be placed under arrest... and will undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month. The court is adjourned!
Farewell, My Turnabout
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Episode 4Farewell, My Turnabout
Now! The moment you've all been waiting for! Who will be this year's Grand Prix Champion? Who will be our "Hero of Heroes"!? Will it be last year's runner-up, Jammin' Ninja!? Or maybe Captain Saipan all the way from the lovely tropical island of Saipan!? I see the students of a certain Starry School are raring to win! And Global Hero Onyankopon doesn't want to go home without the prize! We hope lady luck is with all our heroes tonight! And now! The winner of the third annual Hero of Heroes Grand Prix...
IS ME!!
Whoooooooooa! The true hero of the night has appeared in our midst! It looks like this year's Grand Prix goes to this fantastic warrior! The Nickel Samurai! Too bad, Jammin' Ninja. Looks like the title eluded you again this year!
March 20, 7:42 PMGatewater HotelViola Hall
Maya:
Alright! Yes! Did you hear that, Nick!? Did you!? The Nickel Samurai! He did it!
Phoenix:
Yeah, he sure did... *sigh* I'm getting too old for this.
Powers:
Ah, I'm proud of the guy for doing the series justice.
Pearl:
U-Um... So the person everyone was cheering for... I guess he got the prize?
Maya:
Yup! You know who we're talking about, right Pearly? "The Nickel Samurai"!
Pearl:
No. Every Sunday, I only watch the Educational Channel's "Kids' Masterpiece Theatre".
Maya:
OK, that's it! From now on, it's "The Nickel Samurai"! All the kids watch it!
Pearl:
Do you like "The Nickel Samurai" too, Mr. Nick?
Maya:
Nah, Nick's an old fart, so he's not allowed to watch it anymore.
Phoenix:
That's right. But I do like "Kids' Masterpiece Theatre".
Maya:
Hey, I didn't know you were so young at heart, Nick!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! You're a grown-up! You're not allowed to watch it anymore! You're supposed to act your age and have interests that match. ...It's very important.
Maya:
Aw, give it a rest, Pearly!
Powers:
Looks like I made the right choice in inviting everyone here. I'm glad you're all having a good time.
Maya:
Aaaaah... It's like a dream!
Powers:
Too bad for the Jammin' Ninja, though. Last year, he lost to The Pink Princess: Warrior of Little Olde Tokyo. I thought this might be his year...
Maya:
Yeah... Oh, hey, did anyone else think that the Jammin' Ninja was a bit different today?
Pearl:
Different? What do you mean?
Maya:
Um, well, he wasn't carrying his bright red guitar.
Powers:
Hey, you're right! Strange he'd walk around without his signature guitar.
Phoenix:
(...*sigh* I will never understand these people and their shows...) Anyway, Mr. Powers, thank you very much for tonight.
Powers:
A-Aw, it was nothing... I owe you one, so it's just my way of saying thanks.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Come on! It's time to get going to the lobby! There's a post-ceremony stage show that's supposed to start real soon.
Powers:
And then, I heard there's going to be a press conference after that.
Phoenix:
A press conference? Is he going to make a speech about winning this year's prize?
Powers:
Uh, well, not exactly... Something about the Nickel Samurai confessing something.
Phoenix:
Confessing...? Sounds pretty serious.
Maya:
Argh! Nick! COME ON! You don't want us to be the last ones there, do you!?
Pearl:
Yeah, Mr. Nick! Do you!?
Phoenix:
(Why me...? The show doesn't even start for another 20 minutes...)
Examine
Doors on the left
Phoenix:
There's a grand set of doors over there.
Powers:
And behind those doors is an equally grand lobby.
Pearl:
Shall we go and take a look, Mr. Nick?
Maya:
Hey, wait up! This grand dessert is calling to me... It's saying, "Eat me now!"
Walls or ceiling
Phoenix:
This sure is one luxurious hotel. Almost to the point of gaudy, with how it blends together everything "fancy" imaginable. (Speaking of fancy, didn't that bellboy give me something like that last year?)
Chandelier
Maya:
That chandelier is really something, isn't it?
Pearl:
I thought it was a kind of space ship...
Maya:
Hey, Nick. How about we get one of these for the office?
Phoenix:
One of those hanging from our poor, weak ceiling? I don't think so.
Tables at the back
Maya:
If this is all a dream, I don't ever want to wake up! And all the directors and stars that were here to see the heroes, wow.
Phoenix:
I had no idea who most of them were.
Pearl:
Neither did I.
Maya:
Nick, you've got to cut that "news only" habit out. Your new show is going to be "The Nickel Samurai!" Every Sunday morning at 8! Oh, I know! We can watch it together starting next week! I'll come wake you up extra early to make sure, OK?
Phoenix:
Ah, I'm fine... You know, you really don't have to on my account...
Stage
Phoenix:
The awards ceremony was just held on that stage. It was really fabulous.
Pearl:
You just reminded me of the circus for a second.
Maya:
Well, shows like that are guaranteed to be good, you know?
Front table
Maya:
What can I say? This is a really high-class hotel!
Pearl:
I've never eaten this kind of salad before.
Phoenix:
(Poor Pearls, having eaten only vegetables all her life. She's been missing out...)
Maya:
Don't worry! Any leftovers belong in my happily awaiting stomach anyway!
Phoenix:
You're such a glutton, Maya.
Powers:
Ah, I lose this one to Maya. You sure can eat.
Maya:
Well, a growing girl needs her nutrients!
Phoenix:
(A growing girl? Exactly how big do you plan on getting...?)
Talk
Will Powers
Phoenix:
Thank you very much for inviting us today.
Powers:
Aww, it was nothing really. Guys like us don't get to come to a place like this often, so I thought I'd invite you all.
Maya:
Hey, Mr. Powers! What have you been up to lately?
Powers:
Well, since "The Pink Princess" successfully wrapped up last month, I've been on a kid's exercise show... ...while wearing a rabbit mask over my face...
Maya:
Oh, I see.
Powers:
I'm still really sorry about all the headaches I caused you that time, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Ah, well. What's done is done, so let's forget about it. (This is Will Powers. He's an action star. His popularity exploded when he was the Steel Samurai. And he was the first case Maya worked on with me.)
Maya:
You can't tell by looking at you, but you're a really nice guy with a love of kids.
Powers:
Ah, thanks.
The Nickel Samurai
Phoenix:
I can't believe they're going to make a movie based on the Nickel Samurai.
Maya:
I can't believe it either, but for a different reason!
Phoenix:
The Steel Samurai. An epic story of one hero in a desperate fight against his arch-enemy, the Evil Magistrate in the city of Neo Olde Tokyo. And last year, they started a new series, "The Nickel Samurai". The new series seems to be a hit with the kids too.
Powers:
The Steel Samurai is a show I have a lot of strong feelings for, so I hoped that maybe I'd get a chance to do something in this new one...
Maya:
Yeah... It's too bad... It'd be great to see you on the show... With the new actor, Matt Engarde. He's super popular right now.
Pearl:
Mr. Un-gard...?
Phoenix:
(Looks like Pearls doesn't know who he is.)
Maya:
This year it's going to be the Nickel Samurai vs. the Jammin' Ninja at the box office!
Phoenix:
...Jammin' Ninja...? Who's that again?
Jammin' Ninja (appears after The Nickel Samurai)
Phoenix:
So who is this "Jammin' Ninja" again?
Maya:
He's a hero, duh. His symbol is a bright red guitar he's always carrying.
Phoenix:
(A ninja who's always carrying around a bright red guitar...? How does that even work!?)
Maya:
With a scarf around his neck and a guitar in hand, he rises to stardom in an ancient time.
Phoenix:
A ninja... Who becomes a star??
Maya:
Yeah! A ninja who becomes a star!
Powers:
There's a strong rivalry between the two of them. Global Studios' Nickel Samurai and Worldwide Studios' Jammin' Ninja. They even air at the same time.
Maya:
You know what I heard? I heard those two don't get along at all. The Nickel Samurai's Engarde and the guy who plays the Jammin' Ninja, I mean.
Phoenix:
(The Nickel Samurai speaks French!? Oh, you mean Matt Engarde, the actor...) I guess even the world of heroes isn't a sparkling, happy place.
Powers:
Y-Yeah...
Present
Attorney's Badge
Powers:
Ah, I really owe you one. If it wasn't for you guys, I don't know what would've happened. What you did... It was a real tight spot I was in, and you fought so hard to get me out. I don't care what happens. I'll never forget everything you've done for me.
Maya Fey profile
Powers:
So, you're going to study to become a lawyer too. Am I right or am I right?
Maya:
Umm...
Powers:
It must be real tough. There's all those thick books with hard words you have to read...
Maya:
Uh, um... Well...
Phoenix:
(Oh, yeah. Mr. Powers doesn't know that Maya's a spirit medium...)
Maya:
I thought he'd be able to tell by my clothes.
Phoenix:
Maybe he thinks that you've got some strange hobby on the side or something.
Maya:
...Hey, wait a sec. What's that's supposed to mean!?
Pearl Fey profile
Powers:
So are you Maya's little sister?
Pearl:
I'm sorry, but no.
Powers:
Oh, then you must be Mr. Wright's little sister!
Pearl:
Again, I'm sorry, but...
Powers:
Then... Whose little sister are you?
Pearl:
I'm sorry, but I'm an only child.
Powers:
Oh, I see... S-Sorry.
Phoenix:
(Pearl looks so sad... She looks really sorry too...)
Will Powers profile
Powers:
Hey, is my face really all that scary? Kids won't come anywhere near me... But when I cover my face, they're all shocked because then they figure out who I am.
Maya:
Hmm... Well, I don't think you look scary.
Pearl:
Me either. I think your face makes you look like a very kind person!
Powers:
...!
Phoenix:
(Aww... Those two are making Mr. Powers tear up...)
Anything else
Powers:
S-Sorry. Thanks for taking the time to take it out and show it to me, but I'm really sorry, I don't know a thing about it.
Move
Hallway
Leads to:
March 20
Gatewater Hotel
Hallway
March 20Gatewater HotelHallway
Phoenix:
Wow, what is with this place? Looks like I've stumbled into Oz or something. Way in the back, there's a sign for the bathroom. I bet we have a little time to look around before the show starts...
Examine
Teddy bear
Phoenix:
I can understand flowers in front of the dressing rooms, but what are stuffed bears doing here...? Could it be that there's an action star who has a soft spot for teddy bears...? ...Nah, can't be.
Flowers on left
Phoenix:
Compared to the flowers on the other side of the hall, these are much more gorgeous. Let's see... Record companies, fan clubs, company workers, family... Carrying all these flowers home would be hard, I think...
Door on left
Phoenix:
There's a piece of paper taped to the door that says, "Juan Corrida's Room". "Juan Corrida"... His name just sounds like a star's name. I've heard it before, but I don't know anything about him at all.
End of hallway
Phoenix:
There are toilets in each room in this hotel, but since all sorts of events are held here, there are bathrooms for people who aren't staying here to use as well. Perfect for people like me, who can't afford a stay here in the first place...
Flowers on right
Phoenix:
"To Mr. Engarde From the Global Studio Staff" Ah, it'd be nice if lawyers got flowers too. Something like, "To Mr. Wright From All Your Grateful Clients".
Door on right
Phoenix:
There's a piece of paper taped to the door that says, "Matt Engarde's Room". "Matt Engarde"... I've heard that name before. Oh, yeah. Maya's always yammering about him like the obsessed fan she is...
Viola Hall
(Clearing all "Talk" options and visiting Hallway leads to:)
Powers:
Sounds like the post-ceremony show is about to start.
Maya:
Alright! I'm so pumped! I wonder if he's going to show off his special move today? "Nickel Samurai Smelting!"
Powers:
Actually, what I'm interested in most is the press conference.
Maya:
You mean the "big confession" the Nickel Samurai's going to make after the show? So what is it? Don't you know what it's about, Mr. Powers?
Powers:
Uh, well, I'm not the Steel Samurai anymore, so I don't have any idea.
Maya:
Bah.
Powers:
S-Sorry.
Powers:
Ah, so I guess you are all going to the press conference then?
Maya:
Yeah, of course!
Powers:
If that's the case, then here, take these tickets so you can get in.
Press Conference Ticket added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Thank you very much. Well, let's get going to the lobby.
Pearl:
It looks like it's over this way, Mr. Nick!
Maya:
OK! For great justice!
Present
Press Conference Ticket
Powers:
They called this so suddenly that something about it just seems off, you know?
Phoenix:
You mean the press conference?
Powers:
Yeah. He said, "There's something I'd like to confess if I win." I heard he faxed his request for a conference in to the office only yesterday.
Phoenix:
Yesterday... (Yeah, that is kind of sudden.)
Powers:
But I guess his manager set everything up somehow, so he was lucky.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Nice manager.
Move
Hotel Lobby
Leads to:
March 20
Gatewater Hotel
Hotel Lobby
March 20Gatewater HotelHotel Lobby
Phoenix:
Hmm... Only a really gaudy hotel would have such a large, gaudy lobby to match.
Pearl:
Ah, I think they're going to have the post-ceremony show over there.
Phoenix:
They're using a compact stage, I see.
Maya:
Ooh... I'm all ready to use my special "Samurai Power".
Phoenix:
(Maya looks like she's ready to start a fight...)
PA Notice:
Your attention please, your attention please. The Nickel Samurai's Post-Ceremony Stage Show will not be held tonight due to unforeseen circumstances.
Maya:
WHAAAT!? WHYYYYY!?
Phoenix:
Oww! You didn't have to pinch me! Pinch yourself if you don't believe it!
PA Notice:
We are asking for everyone's cooperation at this time. So please stay where you are. ...This is a special request from the police.
Pearl:
...!
Phoenix:
P-Police? Did they just say the police?
Powers:
D-Do you want me to go check out what's going on?
Phoenix:
Um, wait, I'll come with you...
???:
Freeze! You two! Didn't you hear the announcement just now!? It just finished telling you not to move!
Maya:
Th-That voice... I've heard that voice somewhere before...
???:
Honestly, youth these days can't be bothered to listen to other people when they talk! Just the other day it was the same thing! There was a small footbridge with a sign next to it that said, "Beware, Bridge Out!" And along comes a snot-nosed little punk kid right up to the bridge. I tried to tell the boy the bridge was out and it was dangerous, but would he listen!? No, of course not! He said he'd be careful and only walk on the "in" part of the bridge since the "out" part is what was dangerous! I am not kidding you here! The kid said that and really meant it! WELL! I really let him have it then, and knocked him clear off of that bridge! Honestly, kids these days don't know right from wrong, I tell you!
Powers:
This non-stop chatter...
Phoenix:
I-It can't be... ...Ms. Oldbag?
???:
...
Oldbag:
What is it, you young whipper-snappers!? Do I know you!? ...Wait. YOU! You're Powers, aren't you!?
Powers:
Y-Yeah. Um, about what happened back then...
Oldbag:
You didn't get nominated last year either, did you? Oh, that's right. You're doing that children's exercise program, trying to play nice.
Powers:
Ah, yeah, that's me. Thankfully I still have a job...
Oldbag:
I love that show, and you're a hoot! You're the "big brother" character, right? Yes, even with your face covered by a mask, I know. You ended up with a rabbit face. What a work of art, but that's how it is, you know? I mean, if you didn't wear the mask, who knows how many TVs you'd break? Really, and shame on those kids exercising around you. They're getting what they deserve. This is why I thought you shouldn't be anywhere...
Phoenix:
Um... What are you doing here?
Oldbag:
Look at my uniform and tell me you can't tell I'm a member of security!
Maya:
But that outfit...
Oldbag:
Annoying, noisy brats get the blaster!
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Examine
Second floor
Maya:
Wow, it looks like there's a fancy restaurant on the second floor!
Phoenix:
You STILL feel like eating?
Maya:
I mean, since we're here, you know?
Phoenix:
(Don't pull the "since we're here" trick on me...)
Pearl:
What a beautiful mansion. Do you live in this wonderful world every day, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Oh, no, this is my first time in a place like this.
Camera
Phoenix:
I'm going to say these cameras were set up to cover the post-ceremony stage show.
Maya:
But I wonder where everyone's gone, abandoning their cameras like this...
Phoenix:
(I guess something big must have happened...)
Stage
Phoenix:
It's the stage for the post-ceremony stage show.
Powers:
There was supposed to be a press meeting after the show, but now...
Phoenix:
It looks like no one will hear what the Nickel Samurai had to confess after all.
Seats
Maya:
We're here, so we might as well take some pictures. OK, everyone, sit in a chair!
Phoenix:
But we're all out of film...
Maya:
Don't worry about it. There's a zillion cameras over there we can borrow.
Phoenix:
Hey, hey! You can't just go and "borrow" an expensive professional camera like that!
Talk
Wendy Oldbag
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag, what are you doing here? What happened to your position at Global Studios...?
Oldbag:
Oh, that old place? Well, since "that" incident, they've been letting people go. When they cut the security team, I got the pink slip.
Maya:
What incident? What did you do?
Oldbag:
I didn't do anything, you young'un! Don't you remember? That incident a year ago... When this lady got on the witness stand and testified.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
Oldbag:
And you! Weren't you the one who was bullying me; this fragile girl at heart!?
Phoenix:
Um... I plead the fifth.
Oldbag:
But you know, I think maybe I rubbed the upper management the wrong way by testifying. ... Yes, that has to be it! Everything is all your fault!
Phoenix:
M-Me!?
Oldbag:
I thought about being a bodyguard at first, after being handed ol' pinky.
Maya:
You? A bodyguard?
Oldbag:
For your friend! That fiery, good-looking guy with the red jacket and the ruffles.
Maya:
M-Mr. Edgeworth?
Oldbag:
But...
Edgeworth:
That sort of arrangement would be entirely too troublesome for me.
Oldbag:
That's what he said to me. What did I ever do to deserve that!?
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
What happened?
Maya:
Um... So, did something happen?
Oldbag:
I don't have all the details, but, it looks like another one of those "incidents" happened again.
Powers:
A-An "incident"? Like a "murder" kind of "incident"?
Oldbag:
Maybe. You see, I'm a bit of a devilish woman. So wherever I go, a rain of blood will come pouring down. Bet you didn't know that!
Phoenix:
Um, then shouldn't you quit being a security guard, at least for other people's sake?
Oldbag:
Silence, whippersnapper!
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Present
Anything
Oldbag:
These eyes of mine are real pros now!
Phoenix:
"Pros"? Pros at doing what?
Oldbag:
At doing police work, of course! My eyes are like a hawk! And my professional eyes spot a messy incident! A messy, bloody incident! That's why I don't have time for you meddling kids and your petty little things!
Move
Viola Hall
Leads to:
March 20
Gatewater Hotel
Viola Hall
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Maya:
...Hey, Nick.
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it? I don't like that devilish smile playing on your lips...
Maya:
Let's make like we're going to the bathroom, and check things out!
Phoenix:
N-No way. The police told us not go anywhere, remember?
Maya:
Huh!? How B-O-R-I-N-G! You're such a boring guy! You've got no motivation! No spirit!
Pearl:
Huh? What? What's going on? Are you giving Mystic Maya trouble again, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(Not you too, Pearls... Please don't stick your little nose into this one...)
Maya:
So listen to this, Pearly. This one time at lawyer camp, Nick...
Phoenix:
O-OK! I get it! Let's go take a look.
Maya:
Yay! I know you couldn't say no to me, Nick!
Pearl:
That's right. You'd walk over miles of hot coals for Mystic Maya, wouldn't you Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(That would be EVERY time we work a case together...)
Maya:
Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go already! You can come along too, Pearly.
Pearl:
Goody! I get to come! I get to come!
March 20Gatewater HotelViola Hall
Phoenix:
There's nothing really out of the ordinary here...
Pearl:
Are you looking for the "something" that the old lady was talking about?
Phoenix:
Doesn't look like it happened here. Well, we'd better go look somewhere else.
Maya:
Alright! Then, let's try...
Bellboy:
Excuse me.
Maya:
Ack!
Bellboy:
Are you by chance, Ms. Maya Fey?
Maya:
Um, yeah... That's me.
Bellboy:
You have a phone call waiting for you at the front desk.
Maya:
A call? I wonder if it's someone from Kurain Village...
Pearl:
What's wrong, Mystic Maya?
Maya:
Oh, nothing. I'll just go on ahead to check it out, OK?
Pearl:
OK.
Bellboy:
Right this way, Ms. Fey.
Pearl:
Let's go look somewhere else now, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
Yeah, OK.
Pearl:
This is a little exciting... And a little scary...
Examine
Doors on left
Phoenix:
There's a grand set of doors over there. It's the doors Maya followed the bellboy out of.
Chandelier
Pearl:
So, that's called a "shan-deh leer", right?
Phoenix:
Yup.
Pearl:
What is that for? What does it do?
Phoenix:
Well, it's for lighting up a room, Pearls.
Pearl:
Um, Mr. Nick? Can I look down now? My neck hurts...
Tables at the back
Phoenix:
They haven't cleaned up all the food yet. There's a sad feeling hanging in the air now that the party is over...
Stage
Phoenix:
The awards ceremony was just held on that stage. It was really fabulous.
Pearl:
You just reminded me of the circus for a second. I wonder if everyone is alright.
Phoenix:
(I heard that Berry Big Circus just recently started holding performances again...) I'm sure they're all fine, Pearls.
Front table
Pearl:
It's a feast fit for a king!
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Pearl:
It was the first time I ate that food. What was it called again? I think it started with "key". Key... Wee?
Phoenix:
That's right, a "kiwi".
Pearl:
I don't know what to say. It's a sweet but sour fruit all in one.
Phoenix:
(Poor Pearls, having eaten only vegetables all her life. She's been missing out...)
Move
Hallway
Leads to:
March 20
Gatewater Hotel
Hallway
Hotel Lobby
Examine
Second floor
Phoenix:
A lobby with a grand staircase always feels enormous. But right now, the only thing filling this enormous room is anxiety about the murder. ...I really hope nothing else bad happens here...
Camera
Phoenix:
These cameras must belong to the press that came to cover the conference. They're all basically doing the same thing: staring at the empty stage.
Seats
Phoenix:
Seats for the spectators of the post-ceremony show and the press conference. But it's too bad neither event is going to be held now.
Talk
Wendy Oldbag
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag, what are you doing here? What happened to your position at Global Studios...?
Oldbag:
Oh, that old place? Well, since "that" incident, they've been letting people go. When they cut the security team, I got the pink slip.
Pearl:
Um, I guess you must have done something... um... "deh-plor-ible"...
Oldbag:
"Deplorable!?" I would never do such a thing! Don't you remember? That incident a year ago... When this lady got on the witness stand and testified.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
Oldbag:
And you! Weren't you the one who was bullying me; this fragile girl at heart!?
Phoenix:
Um... I plead the fifth.
Oldbag:
But you know, I think maybe I rubbed the upper management the wrong way by testifying. ... Yes, that has to be it! Everything is all your fault!
Phoenix:
M-Me!?
Oldbag:
I thought about being a bodyguard at first, after being handed ol' pinky.
Pearl:
"Body...guard?"
Oldbag:
For your friend! That fiery, good-looking guy with the red jacket and the ruffles.
Phoenix:
(She's not talking about Edgeworth, is she...?)
Oldbag:
But...
Edgeworth:
That sort of arrangement would be entirely too troublesome for me.
Oldbag:
That's what he said to me. What did I ever do to deserve that!?
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
What happened?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but what in the world just happened?
Oldbag:
I don't have all the details, but, it looks like another one of those "incidents" happened again.
Powers:
A-An "incident"? Like a "murder" kind of "incident"?
Oldbag:
Maybe. You see, I'm a bit of a devilish woman. So wherever I go, a rain of blood will come pouring down. Bet you didn't know that!
Phoenix:
Um, then shouldn't you quit being a security guard, at least for other people's sake?
Oldbag:
Silence, whippersnapper!
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
March 20Gatewater HotelHallway
I. TOLD. YOU. I get people the info they want! Which means that I've got a right to know!
Nope! Don't care who you are, pal, we're still investigating so you can't go in!
What's yer problem!? Just ya wait! It'll be all over the morning paper! "Scruffy Detective's Secret Scandal Revealed!" You'll see! I'll git ya back!
Pearl:
Those two sound pretty serious...
Phoenix:
(That southern accent can only mean...)
Hey, Wright!
Phoenix:
H-Hey... Lotta...
Lotta:
Come on, do a gal a favor and tell this cop I'm just doin' my job and I've got rights...
Gumshoe:
Ah, YOU!
Phoenix:
Ah... Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Hey pal, help a guy out! Tell her that only the police are allowed here! This is the scene of a murder, so she should leave this to us pros...
Pearl:
A... A murder!?
Gumshoe:
Aw, shoot! Me and my big mouth!
Lotta:
See! I knew it! My gut instinct told me so!
Lotta:
I always trust my gut! A murder, it said! And that's what it is! A genuine murder!
Gumshoe:
H-Hey, wait...
Yeehaw, a murder! Of a big star, no less!
Gumshoe:
Oh, man... I'm in trouble now...
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
So... Detective Gumshoe... A murder...?
Gumshoe:
Ah, no, that's not it. I got my facts mixed up for a second there, pal.
Pearl:
U-Um... Mr. Nick? Is the dead person the Nickel Samurai...?
Phoenix:
Huh? Why do you ask?
Pearl:
Well, Mystic Maya was rooting for him, so...
Gumshoe:
It wasn't the Nickel Samurai that got bumped. Actually, the Nickel Samurai is the one under suspicion of doing the bumping off...
Phoenix:
What?
Gumshoe:
The guy that died was this hero named the Jammin' Ninja, pal.
Phoenix:
The Jammin' Ninja...
Lotta Hart
Pearl:
Um, that woman with the big puffy hair that looks like cotton candy...
Phoenix:
You mean Lotta?
Pearl:
That woman... She was there that time too, right?
Phoenix:
That time?
Pearl:
...When Mystic Maya did that channeling...
Phoenix:
Oh, that time... Well, Lotta's a journalist, so that's why she was there.
Pearl:
Jer-nal-ist...
Gumshoe:
It looks like she was hanging around here before the murder happened.
Phoenix:
"Hanging around"...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, hiding in wait in front of the Jammin' Ninja's door, pal.
Phoenix:
B-But why would she...?
Gumshoe:
She wouldn't tell me, pal. Just said something about "Gettin' my big scoop"...
Phoenix:
(Scoop? What sort of news could she be after...?)
The victim (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
So the victim was the Jammin' Ninja?
Pearl:
Mr. Jammin' Ninja...?
Gumshoe:
He was on a really popular rival TV show to "The Nickel Samurai".
Pearl:
Oh...
Gumshoe:
The victim was the action star, Juan Corrida. He got a huge push and rode the express train to stardom. I mean, even I know who he is!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, even I recognize his face...)
Gumshoe:
But I heard lately that Matt Engarde's been taking the wind out of his sail. I'm telling you, pal, as far as who's popular, those two are hogging all the limelight.
Phoenix:
(I guess there's no space for Mr. Powers at all, huh... Poor guy...)
Pearl:
Mr. Engarde... Um... That's the Nickel Samurai, right...?
Gumshoe:
Yup. I mean, no! You've got to say it with more umph! "The Nickel Samurai!"
Phoenix:
...Anyway, so now that Juan Corrida's gone, that means Mr. Engarde has the whole stage to himself, wouldn't you say?
Gumshoe:
I wouldn't bet on it, pal. We can't have that happen, you know?
Phoenix:
"Can't have that happen"? (What's that supposed to mean, I wonder...)
Arrested? (after presenting Matt Engarde profile)
Phoenix:
Wh-Why was Mr. Engarde arrested?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal, but that's not something I can tell you. We just started the investigation, so we don't want any leaks.
Phoenix:
(Looks like yet another "Steel Samurai" hero is in hot water...)
Pearl:
Um... Mr. Nick... If Mystic Maya knew about this...
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know. She'd make me take this case... I know...
Present
Maya Fey profile
Gumshoe:
I was really shocked by what happened to her in that one case. I didn't know she had such an awesome power!
Pearl:
Awesome power...?
Gumshoe:
I thought maybe I should do some self-improvement and take up a hobby. So I went out and bought some Morning Glory seeds and planted them, pal.
Phoenix:
...That's a good way to improve yourself.
Gumshoe:
Ho ho ho. Well, it's nothing really...
Lotta Hart profile
Gumshoe:
That girl is number three on my "People I've Seen A Lot Of Lately" list.
Phoenix:
Oh? Then who's number one...?
Gumshoe:
As if you need to ask. It's YOU, pal!
Phoenix:
A-Ah... So who's number two?
Gumshoe:
Maya Fey. ...But it looks like she's not around this time.
Pearl:
It must be nice to be such good friends with each other, isn't it Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I don't think that's the real meaning of Detective Gumshoe's list...)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
I look good! I think I've lost some weight, pal!
Phoenix:
It's only wishful thinking.
Gumshoe:
Wishful thinking, huh? ... In that case, I wishfully think I've lost some weight!
Phoenix:
(I wishfully think he might face the facts one day...)
Gumshoe:
Lately, I've been on the instant noodles only diet, pal!
Juan Corrida profile
Gumshoe:
I'm not a real fan of action shows or anything... But I know who Juan Corrida and Matt Engarde are.
Phoenix:
You can't talk about one without talking about the other, I guess.
Gumshoe:
They even debuted around the same time. So they have this real fiery rivalry with each other. Kinda like you and me, pal!
Phoenix:
(I never knew he thought of me as a rival...)
Matt Engarde profile
Gumshoe:
The Nickel Samurai! He really took the Grand Prix tonight!
Phoenix:
Maya's a big fan of his.
Gumshoe:
Really? ...Oh, I'm sorry then.
Pearl:
Why are you sorry?
Gumshoe:
Matt Engarde was just arrested, pal. ...On suspicion of murdering Juan Corrida.
Pearl:
What!?
Any other evidence
Phoenix:
Would you take a look at this for me?
Gumshoe:
Listen, pal... I'm not leaking any info about the evidence to you this time. If I do, my salary's really gonna get it... And then I won't even be able to get those instant noodles down at the discount market!
Any other profile
Phoenix:
Do you know this person?
Gumshoe:
You meet a lot of people as a detective, pal. So we make extra sure to not forget people because that's our job. ...Now, having said that, I don't remember ever seeing this person before.
Pearl:
Which means that you're kind of forgetful, aren't you Mr. Detective?
Gumshoe:
That's not what it means... Not exactly anyway...
(Clearing "The victim" and "Arrested?" "Talk" options leads to:)
Move
Hotel Lobby
Leads to:
March 20
Gatewater Hotel
Hotel Lobby
March 20Gatewater HotelHotel Lobby
Powers:
Hey! So what's going on, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
It looks like Juan Corrida has been killed.
Powers:
Wh-Wh-What!? Juan is... He's...!?
Phoenix:
It looks like he was murdered... And a suspect was arrested. That suspect is Mr. Matt Engarde.
Powers:
Y-You're joking, right!?
Phoenix:
Nope. They arrested the Nickel Samurai on suspicion of murdering the Jammin' Ninja.
Powers:
Ooogh... Not again... I feel sick.
Pearl:
"Again"...?
Phoenix:
...About a year ago, something just like this happened, Pearls.
Powers:
I still can't believe... No way... No way Matt would...
Phoenix:
(...? What's Mr. Powers got in his hand...?)
Powers:
...Oh, before I forget... This... This is for you, Mr. Wright. I got this from the bellboy that came by earlier.
Radio Transceiver received from Mr. Powers.
Phoenix:
...For me...? But why?
Powers:
I don't know. All he said was it was for Mr. Phoenix Wright, the attorney.
Talk
Matt and Juan
Powers:
Matt is the most energetic and active actor out there right now. The Nickel Samurai really sealed his place as a pop idol, but... he kept adding fuel to the fire of his rivalry with Juan anyway.
Pearl:
Mr. Juan... He's the Jammin' Ninja, right?
Powers:
Those two would butt heads over everything they could think of. But I'd say that Matt was the one who almost always came out on top.
Phoenix:
(I guess some people only know how to relate to others by butting heads like a ram...)
Powers:
Juan said that he'd take Matt on this time too, so he joined a rival TV show.
Pearl:
And that was "The Jammin' Ninja"...?
Powers:
The stylish Nickel Samurai and the burning Jammin' Ninja... Well, things turned messy real fast with those two using their shows for their "war". And the final tally... Look around... It's pretty obvious how things ended up.
Phoenix:
(Matt even won the Grand Prix this year... The final win over his rival, I guess...)
Press conference
Phoenix:
Mr. Engarde was going to hold a press conference, wasn't he?
Powers:
That's what I heard. Though if you wanted to get technical about it, it was the Nickel Samurai's conference.
Phoenix:
The Nickel Samurai's...?
Powers:
Yeah. He was supposed to wear his costume and give the press conference that way.
Phoenix:
So he was supposed to be in-costume...? But why?
Powers:
I'm not sure... They don't keep me in the loop anymore.
Present
Radio Transceiver
Powers:
It was almost right after you guys left. An old man who's a bellboy at this hotel showed up.
Phoenix:
And that's when he told you to give this to me...?
Powers:
Yeah...
Phoenix:
(Why... Why give me this transceiver...?)
Maya Fey profile
Powers:
Hey, where did Maya go off to?
Phoenix:
She got a phone call.
Powers:
Oh yeah, that's right. She was heading for the front desk just now. She sure stands out in a crowd, doesn't she?
Will Powers profile
Powers:
Hey, is my face really all that scary? Kids won't come anywhere near me... But when I cover my face, then they're all shocked because they figure out who I am...
Pearl:
I think your face makes you look like a very kind person!
Powers:
...!
Phoenix:
(Aww... Mr. Powers is getting teary eyed.)
Juan Corrida profile
Powers:
He debuted around the same time as Matt in everything, you know.
Pearl:
Really?
Powers:
Yeah, it started out small... First it was singing contests, then swimming competitions... Then it was bowling tournaments, and then it was who could throw the best New Year's parties... Juan was always trying to one-up Matt. But lately, those two were escalating to more and more dangerous things... I thought that no good would come of it all, so I began to worry.
Phoenix:
(Too bad Juan's story ended so soon...)
Matt Engarde profile
Powers:
Matt's younger than me, but you can practically see his star potential.
Pearl:
His star po-ten-shial...?
Powers:
I got his autograph the other day.
Phoenix:
...Feels kind of wrong now, doesn't it?
Powers:
I don't care what people say! Matt didn't kill Juan! I know he didn't!
Any other profile
Powers:
Umm... I'm honored you're asking me, But I have no idea who this person is. Umm... Sorry...
Phoenix:
Ah, it's OK. You don't have to apologize so much.
Powers:
S-Sorry.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Pearl:
Um... I was just wondering... Where's Mystic Maya? She's been gone a long time.
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it, she was only going to answer a phone call...)
Pearl:
Maybe she got lost. I'll take a quick look around for her.
...*beep beep beep*...
Phoenix:
Ack!
Pearl:
Wh-What is it, Mr. Nick!?
Phoenix:
Huh? I... I'm not sure... (Did this transceiver just...?)
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, hello? Wright here...
???:
Is this Mr. Phoenix Wright, the attorney?
Phoenix:
And you are...!?
???:
You don't need to know who I am. I think you have other things to be concerning yourself with... Such as...
Maya:
Heeelp! Niiiiick!
Pearl:
M-Mystic Maya!
Phoenix:
Maya...?
???:
So, Mr. Wright. Wouldn't you agree that the more important issue is the fate of the girl?
Phoenix:
(Her fate? Does he mean what I think he means...?) Maya! Where are you!? Are you hurt!?
???:
Come now. Don't fall apart on me yet.
Phoenix:
(Th-This... No! This can't be!)
???:
Now that I have your attention, Mr. Attorney, I have a modest proposal for you. If you do what I require, then I will return to you your valuable "item" unharmed. ...What is this called again in your fancy lawyer terms?
Phoenix:
..."Kidnapping for ransom"...
???:
Yes, that's it. This is a kidnapping.
Pearl:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Mystic Maya! Mystic Mayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
Phoenix:
(M-My sight... Everything's fading away... Maya... Maya... Maya's been kidnapped!)
???:
You there? Mr. Wright, are you there?
Phoenix:
H-How much!? How much do you want!?
???:
Very good, Mr. Attorney. I'm glad you have such a good grasp of the situation.
Phoenix:
Hurry up and state your condition! And then return Maya --
???:
Money is not what I seek.
Phoenix:
...What?
???:
What I want is a certain verdict. I would like a complete acquittal.
Phoenix:
Complete acquittal!? Wh-What in the world have you done to need...!?
???:
I am not the person you will be representing.
Phoenix:
What...?
???:
You are currently at the Gatewater Hotel, are you not? And I know that a murder has just taken place there.
Phoenix:
Juan Corrida was killed, and the suspect is Matt Engarde...
???:
You are, as expected, quite on top of things, Mr. Attorney. Now then. What I want is very simple. I want you to obtain a complete acquittal for Matt Engarde.
Phoenix:
M-Matt Engarde? But why?
???:
He did not kill anyone. I can attest to that. However...
Phoenix:
H-However!? However what!?
???:
However, someone is framing him for the murder. A very smart someone who is setting him up to take the fall...
Phoenix:
... (If I agree and do what he wants, can I believe he'll keep his end of the bargain!?)
???:
You are, of course, at liberty to believe me or not. However, there is one thing you can take as fact. Right now, your very precious "item" is with me, in my possession.
Maya:
Mmngnhhh... Heeelp!... Nngmph... NIIIICK!
Phoenix:
Maya!
???:
You have two days. Of course, tonight, he will be in questioning with the police. But the trial is in two days. At that trial, you will win a not guilty verdict. Remember, you only have one chance. One chance, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
O-One...!? Y-You expect me to get a not guilty in one trial day!?
???:
Yes, exactly. I don't believe I was wrong in choosing you, so don't let me down.
Phoenix:
Aagh!
???:
Oh, yes, that's right. Now that I am playing the role of the kidnapper, I can't pass up this chance to say, "And don't even think about callin' the cops!" ...Hmm, not great, but you get the idea.
Phoenix:
D-Dammit! Who... Who the hell are you!?
???:
Alright, I'll tell you that much. My name is... ...De Killer.
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
...
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick! Wh-Where is Mystic Maya!?
Phoenix:
...She's been kidnapped.
Pearl:
N-No... ... It's all my fault! If only I had gone with Mystic Maya...!
Phoenix:
It's not your fault, Pearls.
Pearl:
But it is! It is! Mystic Mayaaaaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Powers:
Mr. Wright... I think we... I think we should tell the police what it's [sic] going on...!
Phoenix:
(No! We can't do that! If we do, who knows what will happen to Maya...)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! What about the detective we saw earlier...?
Phoenix:
(...Detective Gumshoe!) Yes, that's it! Wait here, and I'll be right back!
Powers:
Alright! I'll take care of Pearl while you're away!
Gumshoe:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!? RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANSOM!?
Phoenix:
Shhh! Not so loud! ...The ransom is complete acquittal for Matt Engarde.
Gumshoe:
Wait, the deal is "complete acquittal" in exchange for Maya, you mean...? Then this means Matt Engarde is obviously the killer, pal! No doubt about it!
Phoenix:
But the guy said that Mr. Engarde is innocent...
Gumshoe:
You really believe what a KIDNAPPER tells you, pal!?
Phoenix:
(I guess he has a point... If Engarde is really innocent, then why the kidnapping?)
Gumshoe:
And on top of everything else, there's all this evidence we keep finding.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
The guys with the eagle eyes are really lapping it up like they just caught a huge fish.
Phoenix:
Umm...
Gumshoe:
But it's strange. There's so much evidence that it feels like something's wrong.
Phoenix:
There's too much evidence? Is that possible? (Actually, didn't the kidnapper say something about Engarde being "set-up"...?)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, looks like you won't be leaving here tonight, pal. Just sit tight and cooperate with the investigation. Tomorrow you can start yours.
Phoenix:
...A-Alright... (Isn't there another way...?)
Gumshoe:
We've also got to be careful about pushing the kidnapper the wrong way.
Phoenix:
You're right...
Date: ??? Time: ???Location: ???
Maya:
Nnngh... Oww, my head... (Wh-Where... Where am I!? I wonder if I'm still in that hotel... Wh-What happened to me...?) Nick... Pearly! ... (Come on, you guys. This isn't funny anymore...)
...*ka-click*...
???:
I see you have awoken.
Maya:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are you!?
???:
Me? ...I am known as "De Killer".
Maya:
"D-De Killer"!? You mean like an "ASSASSIN"!? (I... I'm too young to die!)
???:
Don't worry. You are not my target. ...For now anyway.
Maya:
A-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Nick! Nick! Where are you!? ...Help me...
???:
Yes, that's right. Only one person can save you now, and that is Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Maya:
...Huh? Wh-What? Nick... Nick's going to save me...?
???:
Calm down and be a good girl. Think of this as a business transaction.
Maya:
A... A business transaction?
???:
I am going to contact him now. I hope you'll cooperate and play your assigned role well.
Maya:
...Nick... What's going to happen to me? Nick... Pearls... ...Sis...
???:
... Is this Mr. Phoenix Wright, the attorney? ... You don't need to know who I am. I think you have other things to be concerning yourself with... Such as...
March 21, 8:11 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Pearl:
Good morning!
Phoenix:
Ah, morning Pearls.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Mr. Nick! Come on! Let's hurry and go see Mr. Engarde!
Phoenix:
We have to wait a bit, Pearls. Visiting hours don't start until 9 AM, so...
Pearl:
Oh, I see. Ah, Mystic Maya! If only... If only I went with you that time...
Phoenix:
(Poor Pearls... She's been like this since last night... We managed to get home somehow, yesterday evening... Thanks to Detective Gumshoe gently holding her by the hand and leading her here... But by the looks of it, I don't think Pearls got any sleep at all last night.)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Mystic Maya... She's alright, right!?
Phoenix:
Yeah, she's alright. Either way, I'm going to save her. You can trust me on that.
Pearl:
Please... Please... Help her...
Phoenix:
(I'm only able to stay this calm and collected... Because Pearls is doing the crying for the both of us...)
Examine
Anywhere
Phoenix:
...No matter where I look in this familiar space I call my office... No, I can't let my mind wander now! I don't have the time! I've got to get going on this case!
Talk
What to do
Pearl:
Um... I have a thought...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Pearl:
You're going to represent Mr. Engarde... aren't you?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I don't really seem to have a choice.
Pearl:
Um, but what if... What if he... ...is the real murderer? What would you do then, Mr. Nick...?
Phoenix:
...
Pearl:
Would you fight to get a not guilty for a murderer to save Mystic Maya...?
Phoenix:
Pearls... Let's talk to Mr. Engarde first, OK? ...We can think all the bad things we want, but it doesn't change a thing.
Pearl:
Y-Yeah, you're right... I'm sorry. I... I can't stop thinking about it...
Maya's situation
Phoenix:
Pearls... You're really worried about Maya, aren't you?
Pearl:
I... I don't have anyone else left in this world.
Phoenix:
What do you mean...?
Pearl:
My family's all gone...
Phoenix:
(...Her family...)
Pearl:
My father...
Pearl:
He left my mother and the village behind and went away.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry...
Pearl:
And... my mother... She did that thing... all for me...
Phoenix:
...
Pearl:
Mystic Maya... She's like a sister to me... ... She is all I have left in this world...
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Pearls...?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(She looks out of it... Maybe I should leave her alone...)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
March 21, 8:57 AM
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
March 21, 8:57 AMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
(We couldn't wait for visiting hours to start, so Pearls and I came down here early... To visit one Nickel Samurai, charged with the murder of the Jammin' Ninja...)
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
G-Good morning. How are you today?
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
I know this situation might be a little tough for you...
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
Um... We're...
Engarde:
Oh, sorry dude...
Phoenix:
...?
Engarde:
I already signed up...
Phoenix:
E-Excuse me...?
Engarde:
I already have life insurance. I signed up a long time ago cause my job is, you know...
Phoenix:
... Oh! No no no... We're not insurance salespeople!
Engarde:
Really...? Dude, I really don't need that right now either.
Phoenix:
...?
Engarde:
Fire extinguishers. I mean, this building isn't my house, so...
Phoenix:
... No no no... We're not here to sell you fire extinguishers either! I'm a lawyer. My name is Phoenix Wright.
Engarde:
A lawyer...? ... Hold on a sec. I'm gonna ask my manager, OK? ... ...
Pearl:
The Nickel Samurai sure is a strange person, isn't he?
Phoenix:
(I think "strange" is an understatement.)
Engarde:
Sorry about that. You're just in time.
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Engarde:
You're a lawyer dude, right? My manager's looking for a good one right now, so how about it?
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick! This is our chance!
Phoenix:
(I have to make him let me take his case! I have to!)
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera. Mr. Engarde keeps sneaking glances up at the security camera on the wall... I wonder if he is still trying to be a star?
Guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He's so quiet, you could forget he was even there... If he wasn't watching everything. He's pushed up against the wall... Kinda like a magnet on a refrigerator.
Talk
Matt Engarde
Phoenix:
Sorry to intrude, but I would like to ask you a few personal questions.
Engarde:
Um, that's OK, but dude, my autobiography's coming out soon, so... If I say stuff without the publisher's approval, then I'm gonna be in real hot water... Hold on a sec. I'm gonna ask my publisher, OK? ... ...
Pearl:
Mr. Engarde is so lucky! He has so many people he can talk to.
Phoenix:
(Umm... I don't know if he actually has anyone he can really talk to...)
Engarde:
Sorry about that. Like I thought, the publisher said it'd be "real bad" if I said anything, dude.
Phoenix:
(Does he have a mind of his own!?)
What happened
Phoenix:
Mr. Engarde, I would like to ask you about the murder...
Engarde:
Oh, are you covering this for a tabloid as a side job, dude? Um, um... Well, if you want my statement on this, you should ask through my staff...
Phoenix:
No no no... I'm not asking on behalf of a tabloid...
Engarde:
Hold on a sec. I'm gonna ask the president of the studio, OK? ... ...
Pearl:
Is he alright, Mr. Nick...?
Phoenix:
(If we're talking about Mr. Engarde's brain here, I wouldn't put my money on it.)
Engarde:
Sorry about that. The studio president said, "Even Neo Mt. Fuji itself knows that I'm not the murderer!"
Pearl:
Um, Mr. Nick? What's "Neo Mt. Fuji"...?
Phoenix:
It's a mountain in the city of Neo Olde Tokyo; the city the Nickel Samurai protects.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Mr. Engarde, this is an attorney's badge.
Engarde:
Dude, I'm sorry, but I don't have the free time to be looking at things like that.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Engarde:
I'm much too busy with Nickel Samurai stuff right now.
Engarde:
I don't have the time to take a lawyer's correspondence course...
Phoenix:
(Why does he believe I'm a salesman!? Insurance, then extinguishers... Now this!!)
Press Conference Ticket
Engarde:
...? What's that?
Phoenix:
It's a ticket for the press conference. You were going to give one after winning the Grand Prix, right?
Engarde:
Huh? Me?
Phoenix:
Yes. While you were in-costume no less.
Engarde:
Um, I never heard anything like that, dude. I only heard about the stage show. I always leave that kind of stuff to my manager.
Phoenix:
(He didn't know...? That's odd...)
Radio Transceiver
Pearl:
...Mr. Nick? What are you going to do with that?
Phoenix:
I don't know yet, but I figured I could at least show it to him...
Engarde:
Is that a transceiver? Hey, it looks like a real nice one too.
Phoenix:
I got it as a "present" from someone.
Engarde:
Hmm? Interesting.
Phoenix:
I've also been instructed to take your case.
Engarde:
Is that what you heard from the transceiver?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Engarde:
Dude, that's terrible! Don't let some disembodied voice boss you around!
Phoenix:
(This coming from a man with a cell phone on his wrist...)
Will Powers profile
Engarde:
I've seen him somewhere before... Is he a member of my fan club?
Phoenix:
That's Mr. Powers. Isn't he supposed to be kind of like a mentor to you?
Engarde:
Powers...? Oh yeah! He's the guy on that kid's exercise program. I gave him an autograph just the other day.
Phoenix:
(He doesn't see Mr. Powers as a mentor at all...)
Juan Corrida profile
Engarde:
Man, it's too bad he's dead...
Phoenix:
You killed him... That's the most logical conclusion, don't you agree?
Engarde:
Dude, what are you talking about!? You're making a huge mistake.
Phoenix:
If that's such a mistake, then why did they issue an arrest warrant for you!?
Engarde:
Hold on a sec. I'm gonna ask the guy in charge of this place, OK? ... ...
Pearl:
Stars sure know a lot of people, don't they?
Phoenix:
(I wonder if that phone even really gets reception in here...)
Engarde:
...Um, I guess you're right about the warrant after all.
Phoenix:
(Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we might be making some progress here!)
Matt Engarde profile
Engarde:
Yeah... I'm such a handsome devil.
Phoenix:
Uh... Um, yeah...
Engarde:
And I'm way good at sports! Karate, tennis, judo, soccer, football, hockey, fencing... Dude, it's no wonder I'm so popular.
Phoenix:
Uh... Um, yeah... (You're also good at sitting in a jail cell, Mr. Popular.)
Any other evidence
Engarde:
Dude, I know I like to throw money around, but it's not like I buy anything and everything.
Phoenix:
(That's nice, because it's not up for sale anyway!)
Any other profile
Engarde:
Um, dude, this person looks like a member of my fan club. Hold on a sec. I'm gonna ask the fan club president, OK? ... ...
Phoenix:
Um, "dude", you know what...? Forget I asked...
(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting Press Conference Ticket and Radio Transceiver leads to:)
Engarde:
... ...Well, dude, I think it's about time for me to get going.
Phoenix:
Please, wait! ...I really need to take your case!
Engarde:
There's always other people in need of a lawyer, right? Want me to introduce you to a few?
Pearl:
Please! Please let Mr. Nick represent you!
Engarde:
Man, oh man. Lawyers these days. Now you dudes use kids to pull in clients too?
Phoenix:
If you don't take me as your lawyer, then De Killer is going to...!
Engarde:
... Wait... What did you just say?
Phoenix:
"De Killer"...
Engarde:
D-De Killer!?
Phoenix:
(...What's he doing? He looks like he's mulling something over...)
Engarde:
... Alright, dude. I accept your terms.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Engarde:
I'll let you represent me in court.
Pearl:
W-We did it! We did it, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah... (I don't feel any better for it... And he doesn't look too happy either...)
Engarde:
Go ahead, ask me anything. I'll help out as much as I can...
Talk
Matt Engarde
Engarde:
Man, I thank my lucky stars that people know my name.
Phoenix:
Well, you're quite the hero, and you're in the national spotlight.
Pearl:
I didn't know who he is... Does that mean I'm not a good citizen...?
Engarde:
Ah, it's really great to be the Nickel Samurai. Dude, lately, I just keep on getting more and more popular.
Phoenix:
(True enough... "The Nickel Samurai" is very popular among high schoolers and secretaries right now. I guess Mr. Engarde has a way of catching the eyes of women...)
Engarde:
Do you know my motto? "Refreshing like a spring breeze." That's what I am.
Pearl:
A spring breeze...
Engarde:
That's why this kind of scandal is disastrous, dude. I mean, even if I get out of here tomorrow, it's still gonna look bad.
Phoenix:
(Everyone loves a good scandal...)
What happened
Phoenix:
Can you tell me about your activities last night?
Engarde:
After I got the award, I took a break and went back to my room. I had that post-ceremony stage show to do. So I was in my Nickel Samurai costume.
Phoenix:
And you were alone the entire time?
Engarde:
My manager was running around being busy, so yeah.
Phoenix:
Because of the press conference you were supposed to have after the show?
Engarde:
I told you, dude. I have no idea about any press conference, alright?
Phoenix:
(That's strange... I thought the Nickel Samurai was going to confess something...)
Engarde:
Anyway, when I was leaving my room, that's when I noticed it was kinda noisy...
Phoenix:
Mr. Corrida was already dead at that time...?
Engarde:
Yeah, that's what I gathered anyway from my manager.
Phoenix:
(With the way he's always talking about his manager, it's as if she runs his life.)
Engarde:
And that's when the detective in the green coat showed up. He searched me... And then, out of the blue, the dude arrested me.
The victim (appears after Matt Engarde)
Phoenix:
About you and the victim, Mr. Juan Corrida, what sort of...
Engarde:
That's got nothing to do with anything, dude. Man, with that face of his, you can't even tell he's the same age as me. And he wanted to try making a "Jammin' Ninja" movie, even though we all know it'd fail.
Phoenix:
The Nickel Samurai still won in the end, right?
Engarde:
Yeah. I took the Grand Prix by storm. So why would I, the winner, have any reason to kill the guy anyway? Dude, you'd think it'd be the other way around, you know?
The charge of murder (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
Um... Do you know why you were arrested?
Engarde:
I guess maybe my full body search went badly.
Phoenix:
Did they find something on you?
Engarde:
They found a button from the Jammin' Ninja's costume.
Phoenix:
A button...?
Engarde:
I don't get it either. It was caught in the pleats of my samurai pants, or "hakama".
Pearl:
Aaah!
Engarde:
Dude, I really think someone planted it there though. I'm serious.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if that's what really happened...?)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Phoenix:
... (...I guess this is about all I'm going to get out of him...)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah?
Pearl:
Let's ask one last thing. Let's test Mr. Engarde to see if he really is innocent or not...
Phoenix:
W-We can do that...?
Pearl:
Yes. If you use this...
Phoenix:
(Maya's Magatama!)
Pearl:
He won't be able to hide any secrets from you, Mr. Nick. I'm sure of it.
Phoenix:
(I get it...!) ...Mr. Engarde, I'd like to ask you one more question. Please answer me honestly.
Engarde:
What is it, dude?
Phoenix:
Did you kill Mr. Juan Corrida?
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
Please put the phone away and answer this question yourself.
Engarde:
Alright. Just so we're clear, dude, I didn't kill anyone, and that includes Juan Corrida, OK?
Phoenix:
...
Pearl:
Well, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Nothing. Not a chain or lock in sight.
Pearl:
Which means... I think it is alright to trust him.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, it does appear that way. Well, at least I can breathe a sigh of relief knowing my client is innocent.)
Engarde:
Um... The trial's tomorrow, right? I'm counting on you, dude.
To be continued.
March 21, 11:34 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Well, at least we were able to get Mr. Matt Engarde as our client. And we know that he didn't do it... Which is very important...
Pearl:
So! So now what should we do!?
Phoenix:
Well, the trial is tomorrow. And we only get this one chance. There's only one way to prove Mr. Engarde's innocence. We have to find the real killer.
Pearl:
OK! Then let's start looking!
Examine
Window
Phoenix:
There is a giant building just outside the window. It's the Gatewater Hotel, a high-class, luxury hotel. Actually, the crime happened at the recently completed hotel in the center of town, the Gatewater Imperial Hotel. ...Just how far are they going to expand their empire...?
Plant
Pearl:
Oh! I'll water it!
Phoenix:
Ah, it's OK... I already did that...
Pearl:
...The watering can... Where are you, Mr. Watering Can...?
Phoenix:
(Pearls gets too wound up if she's not doing something to distract herself... I hope Charley can withstand Typhoon Pearls...)
Poster
Pearl:
This is the Nickel Samurai... right?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, that's right.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Please take care of Mystic Maya, and be her "Nickel Samurai", alright!?
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me.
Pearl:
Oh! Do you need to look something up in one of these law books, Mr. Nick!? Wh-Which book is it!? Which book do you need!? ... Umm... I can't read those hard books, and... um... I can't reach them either...
Phoenix:
I-It's OK, Pearls. Really.
Desk
Phoenix:
My desk. Since I don't have time to sit, it's unusually clean...
Pearl:
Oh! I cleaned it up some more for you last night! ...Because I couldn't sleep...
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
Since there were no Psyche-Locks, then that means we can trust Mr. Engarde to be innocent.
Pearl:
I really feel much better knowing that. Ever since last night, I was so worried that I kept wondering... "What if he is the real killer...? What then...?"
Any ideas
Phoenix:
Hey, I have something I want to ask you, Pearls.
Pearl:
OK, what is it?
Phoenix:
Why are you so interested in how Maya and I get along? I mean, she and I don't have anything special go--
Pearl:
Huh!? Wh-What do you mean!? B-But I thought... I thought you and Mystic Maya were... I-I've been mistaken all this time!? No way...!
Phoenix:
(Aaaah! She really wasn't kidding! Pearls actually believes Maya and I are... ...Maybe I should've just left it alone...)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Stop it! Don't hide your true feelings from me!
Phoenix:
(Ow! She slapped me!!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Pearl:
That's a lawyer's Sacred Treasure, isn't it?
Phoenix:
I guess?
Pearl:
I feel like it has a mysterious power, just like my Magatama...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, well, I guess I can let her think what she wants on this one...)
Maya Fey profile
Pearl:
Oh, Mystic Maya... I wonder if you're alright...
Phoenix:
I'm sure she's OK. We have to be patient for just one more day. I'm sure we can save her. Trust me.
Pearl:
If there's anything I can do, please tell me, OK!?
Pearl Fey profile
Pearl:
To tell you the truth, I really want to grow my hair out, just like Mystic Maya. But my mother wouldn't let me.
Phoenix:
I think your hair now suits you perfectly.
Pearl:
R-Really? Th-Thank you! *fidget, fidget*
Phoenix:
*fidget, fidget*
Dick Gumshoe profile
Pearl:
I'm sure that Mr. Detective would be our ally if we asked!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I think so too. (Looking back, we've known each other for a while now... He's always been trustworthy... A bit "off", but still trustworthy. What a paradox.)
Will Powers profile
Pearl:
He's a really kind and nice old man, isn't he?
Phoenix:
(Pearls is really perceptive when it comes to people... But what does she mean by "old man"...?) Hey, Pearls? What about me...?
Pearl:
What about you, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(On second thought, I don't think I want to hear this...)
Anything else
Pearl:
Um, there are still so many things in this world that I don't understand yet. ...Honestly, I still don't have enough training.
Phoenix:
Ah, no, it's OK. I don't have any ideas myself...
Pearl:
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry!
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
March 21
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Hotel Lobby
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Hotel Lobby
March 21Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Engarde:
Ah, the lawyer dude. So what did you find out?
Phoenix:
Um, well... I'm still in the middle of investigating...
Engarde:
I see. ...But I've already told you everything I know, dude.
Present
Press Conference Ticket
Engarde:
Dude, like I told you, I don't know anything about that press conference. I leave that kind of stuff to my manager.
Phoenix:
(...This is harder than pulling bass from a river...)
Radio Transceiver
Engarde:
So, why are you carrying around that transceiver...?
Phoenix:
I wanted to ask you about it.
Engarde:
And why do you do everything it tells you to do? You know, the messages it sends you, dude.
Phoenix:
(On second thought, he probably doesn't have anything to do with Maya's kidnapping.) ...That's a secret.
Engarde:
OK, whatever, dude.
Juan Corrida profile
Engarde:
Look, dude, I didn't kill him. I mean, the Nickel Samurai kicked the Jammin' Ninja's butt, right? So it's not like I felt threatened by the likes of him.
Pearl:
Being rivals sounds like a sad way to relate to another person...
March 21Gatewater HotelHotel Lobby
Oldbag:
Hey! What do you think you're doing!? You can't come in without...
Pearl:
Good morning.
Oldbag:
Hold on, it's YOU! What is going on around here!?
Phoenix:
U-Uh... Um...
Oldbag:
I heard poor Juan was killed. Is that true!? It's a bad rerun is what this is. Another "Steel Samurai" doing the most evil of deeds.
Phoenix:
Um, you know... That's not entirely...
Oldbag:
I'll have you know that I was a huge fan of Juan's! Why, oh why, do all the stars I'm interested in drop one by one like flies!? It's always been that way! Ever since I was a little girl in elementary school! The class hamster was fine until it was my turn to clean its cage, and then it died! The other kids started calling me the "Queen Reaper". I swear that's what they dubbed me! "Whoever you name in your evil spell dies within three minutes," they would taunt.
Phoenix:
Um... Actually, I wanted to ask you about the murder and what happened...
Oldbag:
Hmph! Don't push me, boy!
Pearl:
Um... Mr. Nick? I... Um... I couldn't hear everything she said... because she was talking too fast...
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag, could you please speak a little slower...?
Oldbag:
Don't boss me around, you spiky-haired, smarty-pants!
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Examine
Stage
Phoenix:
It's the stage they were going to use for the post-ceremony stage show. After the show, there was supposed to be a press conference, but...
Pearl:
...Even Mr. Engarde himself didn't seem to know, huh?
Phoenix:
(How does the person who's supposed to give a conference not know about it...?)
Talk
The victim
Oldbag:
My dear Hammer died a year ago in that dreadful murder. And only recently did I finally find a star that makes this heart go *badump* again.
Phoenix:
...I don't know what to say...
Oldbag:
I ask you, why does every star I cheer for always ends up kicking the bucket?
Phoenix:
Umm...
Oldbag:
I'd watch your words! No one's going to get away with saying anything bad about my Juan!
Phoenix:
But I haven't said anything...
Oldbag:
Well, I don't believe a word that woman says anyway!
Phoenix:
Huh? What woman?
Oldbag:
That irritating, backwater girl with the afro and the horrible country accent. I mean, what is that manner of speaking supposed to be? And why does she never stop? Honestly, women these days. They don't know the meaning of the word "modesty". When I was a young maiden, I was so beautiful even the flowers of the field blushed. But despite this, I pressed flowers, or read the stars, or wrote beautiful love poems or
Phoenix:
...Pearls? Are you thirsty?
Pearl:
Um, a little.
Phoenix:
OK. I'll go get you some juice or something.
Pearl:
Th-Thank you very much.
Oldbag:
Hey! Are you paying attention!? Young'uns today!
Phoenix:
(So I'm guessing Ms. Oldbag heard everything from Lotta...)
What happened
Phoenix:
I want to ask you about what happened around the time of the murder...
Oldbag:
Ah, I don't know anything about that. I was here getting ready.
Phoenix:
Getting ready? For what...?
Oldbag:
The show, of course! ...Well, and the press conference afterwards.
Phoenix:
(Cue mysterious music for the magical press conference.)
Oldbag:
Anyway, I don't know anything about the murder.
Phoenix:
Ah, I see...
Oldbag:
... But.
Phoenix:
?
Oldbag:
But if you're talking about what I saw, that's different. I saw it very clearly!
Pearl:
What!?
Oldbag:
I saw the most important moment of the night!
What you witnessed (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
Th-The most important moment!? You don't mean...!?
Oldbag:
Oh, so now you treat me with respect, you disrespectful child. When you speak to your elders, you should always be polite. Really, kids today.
Phoenix:
Please tell me! What did you see!?
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Oldbag:
The murder last night was gruesome, wasn't it? But then, what murder isn't?
Phoenix:
(Please don't stray onto another tangent... Please...)
Oldbag:
If you want to hear more, then show your respect and bring this lady a present!
What you witnessed (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Phoenix:
Please tell me! What did you see on the night of the murder!?
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Pearl:
P-Please! Mystic Maya's life is...
Oldbag:
Ah, but you haven't given me my present yet. ...Hmm... Let's see... I'll only tell it to you if you can bring me Juan's autograph!
Phoenix:
(What an unreasonable request... You might as well have asked for the moon!)
Present
Anything
Oldbag:
I don't have anything to say to delinquents like you!
Phoenix:
(Grrr... She's clamming up like the old clam she is...)
Pearl:
Please! Anything would be helpful!
Oldbag:
Well then, how about I tell you my measurements?
Phoenix:
...Um... No, that's okay... Really.
Pearl:
She really doesn't like you, does she Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
I know, I know...
Move
Viola Hall
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Viola Hall
March 21Gatewater HotelViola Hall
Phoenix:
Looks like the investigation is still in full swing. The hotel staff and the police are running around like a bunch of headless chickens.
Pearl:
I wonder if we can do any investigating of our own in this kind of atmosphere...
Phoenix:
...Well, got to roll up the sleeves and try, I guess.
Examine
Doors on left
Phoenix:
There's a grand set of doors over there. It's the doors Maya followed the bellboy out of, only to disappear... ...If only we had all gone together...
Chandelier
Pearl:
That is such a beautiful sight.
Phoenix:
The chandelier?
Pearl:
Yes. But I can't believe it... I can't believe that such a terrible murder happened under such beautiful lights... It's shocking.
Stage
Phoenix:
The awards ceremony was held on that stage just last night. It was really fabulous.
Pearl:
You just reminded me of the circus for a second. I wonder if everyone is alright.
Phoenix:
(I heard that Berry Big Circus just recently started holding performances again...) I'm sure they're all fine, Pearls.
Front table
Pearl:
We ate at this table last night, didn't we?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Pearl:
I was really happy then.
Phoenix:
(I wish I could make you smile again... Even for a second...)
Move
Hallway
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Hallway
March 21Gatewater HotelHallway
Lotta:
Hey! Yer here! Been waitin' for ya, Mr. Lawyer!
Phoenix:
Lotta...
Lotta:
Hey! Mr. Cop fella! The thief's showed his face!
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-What!?
Lotta:
Arrest him! Put him on trial! Find him guilty! Give him the death penalty!
Phoenix:
Wh-What's wrong, Lotta!? Are you feeling alright?
Lotta:
Looked here and there and up and down the mountain, but it ain't here! So why don't ya just hurry up and give it back to me, ya creep!
Pearl:
Um, what are you looking for...?
Lotta:
My CAMERA! C-A-M-E-R-A! It's my life blood! I'm gonna die without my $700 camera!!
Phoenix:
Y-Your camera...?
Lotta:
Look, don't lots of people say the criminal always goes back to the scene of the crime!? And lookie lookie, here ya are!
Phoenix:
Yep. Here I am... Faced with a Lotta trouble.
Pearl:
Huh!?
Examine
Teddy bear
Phoenix:
I can understand flowers in front of the dressing rooms, but what are stuffed bears doing here...?
Lotta:
I didn't touch them! Wasn't me, I tell ya! I give ya my word!
Phoenix:
(Why do I get the impression Lotta helped herself to one of them...?)
Flowers on left
Phoenix:
Compared to the flowers on the other side of the hall, these are much more gorgeous. Let's see... Record companies, fan clubs, company workers, family... Carrying all these flowers home would be hard, I think...
Lotta:
Yeah, that's what I thought too, so I was a nice enough gal to lend a helpin' hand! ...Secretly, of course.
Phoenix:
(I have a feeling one of these days, I'm going to end up defending her in court...)
Door on left
Phoenix:
There's a piece of paper taped to the door that says, "Juan Corrida's Room".
Lotta:
So that's the scene of the murder, I reckon. I thought somethin' had gone on that night, but I didn't never think it was murder.
Door on right
Phoenix:
There's a piece of paper taped to the door that says, "Matt Engarde's Room".
Pearl:
So Mr. Engarde was here during his break, right?
Phoenix:
That's what he claims. (Hmm... The crime scene... If he had wanted to get to Mr. Corrida's room... He would have had to pass through this hallway.)
Talk
Camera
Phoenix:
So you lost your camera...?
Lotta:
It ain't no ordinary camera! Ya buy it in a store and it's $1,600 brand new!
Pearl:
Huh? But didn't you just say you bought it for $700?
Lotta:
I had a nice long talk with the guy at the store... About five hours, I reckon. I made this itty-bitty scratch on it and the manager got all huffed up in the face... He gave me his talkin' to and was real mean about it too. He done made me cry at that!
Pearl:
When did you lose your camera?
Lotta:
Last night, after the murder happened. Musta been when I was busy runnin' around lookin' into things! That's when I lost sight of my dear, darlin' expensive sweetie!
Phoenix:
Lotta, what did you capture with that expensive camera of yours?
Lotta:
I don't rightly know. I snapped a shot of anythin' that caught my eye. So I don't 'member. ...And 'sides, I couldn't get anythin' for my big scoop.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if Lotta's missing camera is even connected to the murder...?)
Lotta's Camera added to the Court Record.
What happened
Phoenix:
Lotta, please tell me what you know about what happened at the time of the murder.
Lotta:
Well, from before the ceremony last night, I was hangin' around here in this area. Yeah, actually I was here until around the time Mr. Engarde was arrested.
Phoenix:
What were you doing here...?
Lotta:
You sure you went to school, City Boy? Wherever Lotta Hart goes, there's a story to be found! A big scoop to be had!
Phoenix:
A big scoop...?
Lotta:
I told ya before. I'm gonna be the best tabloid photographer the world's ever seen! Reckon course that means I'm always lookin' for the perfect shot!
Phoenix:
(I wonder what "scoop" she was after this time...?)
Lotta:
Although, I was also on the look out for the other stars that were here, so... maybe I wasn't here the entire time...
Big scoop (appears after Camera and What happened)
Phoenix:
Lotta... Are you sure you weren't here the entire time? So you could take a picture for your big scoop?
Lotta:
Well... Maybe I was. But that's what real journalists do! I got some juicy inside info, so I thought to myself, why not get a picture for proof?
Phoenix:
What kind of story was it that you would hang around here...?
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Lotta:
Oops, sorry, Mr. Lawyer. Can't be tellin' you that. Trade secret, ya know?
Phoenix:
(Not again... Why does everyone have something to hide...?)
Pearl:
We've been stopped, haven't we?
Lotta:
Ha ha, yeah! Take that, Mr. Lawyer!
Phoenix:
(I'm glad someone around here is happy... Ms. Lotta and your "I rule!" smile...)
Big scoop (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Phoenix:
You were on the hunt for your big scoop last night?
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Lotta:
It's just a bunch of tabloid photos. They ain't got nothing to do with the murder.
Pearl:
It looks like we have no choice but to remove the Psyche-Locks.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I guess so.
Present
Press Conference Ticket
Lotta:
Hey, what's that? ...A press conference ticket? How come I ain't got myself one of them!?
Phoenix:
P-Please don't direct your anger at me...
Lotta:
Why in tarnations wasn't I invited to that!? How come someone on the bottom of the popularity chart like you got the info, but not me!? Info like that is worth nothin' to ya, am I right or what!?
Phoenix:
(...Is that the kind of person she thinks I am...?)
Pearl:
Are you going to stand there and take that, Mr. Nick!?
Lotta's Camera
Lotta:
Nngh... And I just bought that camera... Who did it!? The thievin' rascal!
Phoenix:
Please don't look straight at me while you're saying that...
Lotta:
When I find the bugger who went and done this, they're gonna pay with a bullet!
Phoenix:
(And if you do that, don't expect me to defend you...)
Maya Fey profile
Lotta:
Now that I think about it, she isn't with y'all today, is she...?
Pearl:
Um...
Lotta:
She's a spunky one! You shouldn't have been lettin' her outta yer sight. Who knows what she's up to now...
Phoenix:
(Like you're one to talk...)
Pearl:
...
Pearl Fey profile
Lotta:
Ah, just wanna say sorry to ya.
Pearl:
For...?
Lotta:
Well, I really, absolutely thought you were the murderer.
Pearl:
...Huh?
Lotta:
You know... Last time, that thing with Maya Fey...
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-What!? But why!?
Lotta:
I mean, you were all worked up, ya know?
Pearl:
*sniffle* ...Meanie...
Phoenix:
Lotta, that was very insensitive of you!
Lotta Hart profile
Lotta:
This kind of hairstyle is pretty hard to get, ya know. Hard to care for too. Just the other day, I ran my hand through my hair to fix it up, and suddenly, out pops this dollar coin! That's gotta be like hittin' the jackpot!
Pearl:
Wow, that's really lucky!
Phoenix:
(*sigh* What a deep conversation that was...)
Juan Corrida or Matt Engarde profile
Lotta:
I don't really care for 'em "heroes" or whatnot.
Pearl:
Oh, I see...
Lotta:
And shows they got for kids, those adventures are just plain ol' borin'! Now, adults. We get more caught up in messy, sticky, real situations! ...Even me...
Pearl:
O-Oh...
Lotta:
Sounds like the tyke's gettin' what I'm goin' with this!
Phoenix:
W-Wait a sec here! Don't go around getting her mixed up in things like that!
Security Lady profile
Lotta:
This old granny? Ah, she kept on glarin' at me with those eyes of hers. As if it's my fault. Kept babblin' how she won't forgive people who write "trash" about her Juan... ...Ah, yeah, we sorta got into a little fight, ya know...
Phoenix:
(A "little" fight? Knowing those two, it was probably more of a blabbering contest.)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um... Do you know anything...
Lotta:
...*sigh*... I've told ya how many times now? I'm a journalist. I've got so much info runnin' laps in my head I forget things here and there!
Pearl:
Please don't get so worked up over this...
Lotta:
Hah! I don't care if ya beg me! "Be extra tough on kids!" That's this gal's motto on learnin' youngsters.
Move
Engarde's Hotel Room
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Engarde's Hotel Room
Corrida's Hotel Room
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Corrida's Hotel Room
March 21Gatewater HotelEngarde's Hotel Room
Pearl:
Um... Where are we?
Phoenix:
We're in Mr. Matt Engarde's dressing room... This is our client's room.
???:
May I help you with something?
Phoenix:
Um, uh... We're...
???:
You're Mr. Engarde's lawyer, correct? I gathered as much. I also looked for lawyers on my end, but to no avail.
Phoenix:
Um... How did you know I'm his lawyer...?
???:
You were just saying that he is your client. In a situation like this, the only person who would use such a word would be his lawyer.
Pearl:
Wow...
???:
It's simple deduction, really. The trial is tomorrow, and Mr. Engarde's situation is looking rather grim. So you came here, one stop in your mad dash, to find clues to build his case, correct?
Phoenix:
Well, you're not totally right, but you're not totally off either.
Pearl:
It's really not the time to be showing off, Mr. Nick.
Andrews:
I am Adrian Andrews. I hate to waste time, so let's get down to business.
Phoenix:
A-Alright... (She may be of small stature, but appearances can be deceiving...)
Examine
Red suitcase
Phoenix:
It's probably Mr. Engarde's suitcase. For someone who was only going to be here for the award show, this is a lot of stuff. Looks like he has about three days' worth of clothes in here.
Pearl:
Stars really are different from us, aren't they...?
Bedroom
Phoenix:
That's the bedroom over there.
Pearl:
That's a bed...? Wow, they have really big beds here!
Sofa
Phoenix:
There's some samurai-looking clothes on the sofa here.
Pearl:
Um, I think that jacket looking thing is called a "happi".
Phoenix:
(Whatever it is, I'm sure something like that would make a great souvenir. Maya would be absolutely thrilled...)
Table
Phoenix:
Looks like dishes left over from dinner... A dinner for two, at that.
Pearl:
I'm sure they're Mr. Engarde and Ms. Andrews' plates.
Phoenix:
Looks like they had T-bone steaks... What's with Global Studios and T-bone steaks...?
Plate on right
Phoenix:
There's a giant bone sitting on the plate.
Pearl:
I... I don't really like meat...
Phoenix:
(...? There's something... weird about this plate... I just wish I could put my finger on what it is...)
Talk
Night of the murder
Andrews:
I assume the first thing you need to know is what everyone was doing that night, correct?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, that is correct.
Andrews:
Then I will tell you. Before the award ceremony, I had dinner with Mr. Engarde. In this very room, I might add.
Phoenix:
"Dinner"? What did you eat?
Andrews:
I told you. I hate to waste time with trifling details. If you took a look at the table yourself, you wouldn't need to ask me.
Phoenix:
(...I bet she's a lot of fun at parties...)
Andrews:
When the award show was starting, I headed for Viola Hall.
Phoenix:
And after the show ended, you came back to this room...?
Andrews:
No, I had some small errands to run. I helped with the preparations in the lobby.
Phoenix:
Oh... (Preparations for the post-ceremony show, I guess...)
Andrews:
When it was time for the post-ceremony show, I came back to call for Mr. Engarde. After that, I went to visit Mr. Corrida...
Phoenix:
And that's when you found his body, isn't it?
Andrews:
...
Pearl:
You really held strong through everything...
Phoenix:
(Yeah... She does seem to be mentally tough as nails...)
Relation to Engarde
Phoenix:
Um, so... About you and...
Andrews:
Stop right there. Don't expect me to believe you have been talking to me without knowing how we relate.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry...
Andrews:
I have no idea why Mr. Engarde chose you as his lawyer.
Phoenix:
(Why did she have to go and say something like that...?)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick... Calm down and hang in there. I'll give you a shoulder rub to relieve your stress later, alright?
Andrews:
I already gave you my name earlier, but I'll add that I'm Mr. Engarde's manager.
Phoenix:
His manager... Speaking of managers, did the victim, Mr. Corrida have one?
Andrews:
No, he did not.
Phoenix:
He didn't?
Andrews:
Global Studios has a very different policy from Worldwide Studios in that Worldwide Studios does not assign individual managers to their stars.
Phoenix:
I see...
Andrews:
This industry is very ruthless and unforgiving. Actually, you look quite ruthless and unforgiving yourself to your poor partner. Dragging a little girl like her to places like this. Honestly.
Pearl:
You're wrong! I... I'm doing this to help Mystic Maya...!
Phoenix:
Pearls... Calm down and hang in there. I'll buy you a juice later, alright?
Pearl:
Nngh...
Motive for murder (after presenting Juan Corrida profile)
Phoenix:
Do you have any ideas?
Andrews:
As to...?
Phoenix:
As to why Mr. Corrida was murdered?
Andrews:
Why would you ask me about such a thing...?
Phoenix:
I'm just doing my job. So, do you have any ideas?
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Andrews...?
Andrews:
Sorry, but there's nothing more I have to add to this conversation.
Pearl:
Is it a Psyche-Lock, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Yes... There's getting to be more and more of these lately.
Motive for murder (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Phoenix:
You know something, don't you? About why Mr. Corrida was murdered...
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Andrews:
Why are you asking me? Don't tell me you can see inside my heart.
Phoenix:
(No, but I can see the locks you have on your psyche.)
Pearl:
If you don't remove her locks...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, it's worthless to even ask...)
Present
Press Conference Ticket
Phoenix:
You were the one taking care of the arrangements for this press conference, right?
Andrews:
Yes, that's right.
Pearl:
But Mr. Engarde said he "didn't know" about it.
Andrews:
... Is that what he said...?
Pearl:
Huh...?
Andrews:
Actually, I didn't know all the details either. It was a request from the publicity department. All I did was help out and do what I was asked.
Pearl:
Oh... I see.
Phoenix:
(I wonder about that... I wouldn't take her to be the type of person to do something without knowing the details.)
Will Powers profile
Andrews:
That's Mr. Will Powers. He's an actor contracted with Global Studios. He's a very nice man. A man with a good heart. ...But that's all he is and ever will be.
Phoenix:
(Urk... What a horrible thing to say...)
Andrews:
...Society doesn't care about genuinely nice people, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Huh? For a second, her face twisted in pain...)
Pearl:
I wonder if something happened to Ms. Andrews...
Juan Corrida profile
Phoenix:
Did you know the victim, Mr. Corrida?
Andrews:
Yes, I knew him. The world is such a small place, after all.
Pearl:
Did you know about his rivalry with the Nickel Samurai?
Andrews:
Honestly, they were like children when it came to that. Time and time again, those two competed with each other over the most uninteresting things. ... If either one of them weren't so stubborn, then maybe no one would have needed to die.
Phoenix:
! (...I've got a hunch that this woman knows more than she's letting on... She must know why Juan Corrida was killed!)
Matt Engarde profile
Andrews:
I asked to become Mr. Engarde's manager. He's a pleasure to manage with his nice disposition.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Mr. Engarde does seem like a rather weak-willed man; always doing as he's told...)
Pearl:
He's always saying, "my manager," right Mr. Nick?
Andrews:
...
Adrian Andrews profile
Andrews:
I hate talking about myself. It's a trifling matter, that's why.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... (Take away that layer of sarcasm and she really does seem to hate herself...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um, I'd like to ask you about this...
Andrews:
I told you. I hate trifling matters. It's a waste of time to show me things that are of no relevance to me.
Phoenix:
(Wow... This is the first time I've been shut down this badly...)
March 21Gatewater HotelCorrida's Hotel Room
Pearl:
Mr. Nick... Where are we...?
Phoenix:
We're in Mr. Juan Corrida's room, Pearls.
Pearl:
Mr. Corrida...?
Phoenix:
The victim... Which makes this the crime scene too.
Gumshoe:
Oh! It's you! So!? What's happened!? The kidnapper! Has he contacted you again!?
Phoenix:
Not yet. He probably won't until we win Mr. Engarde's acquittal.
Gumshoe:
Umm... You doing OK, pal? Hanging in there?
Phoenix:
(I just want Maya to be alright...)
Pearl:
...
Gumshoe:
We don't have a lot of time left, but I'm going to help you as much as I can, pal.
Phoenix:
Can you do that? Even if we want to look around the crime scene...?
Gumshoe:
Just this once... "Special circumstances" right, pal? I'll even tell you everything I know. But you've gotta keep quiet. It's my neck on the line here.
Phoenix:
Thank you.
Gumshoe:
Oh, that's right. I got you guys a map of the hotel, pal. Here you go, little missy.
Pearl:
Wow, you're giving it to me!? Thank you!
Gumshoe:
Ha ha. Wouldn't want you to get lost in a hotel too big for its own good.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! I got a map!
Phoenix:
That's great, Pearls!
Pearl:
... Um... But Mr. Nick, I can't read what it says...
Hotel Guidemap added to the Court Record.
Examine (left side)
Refrigerator
Phoenix:
There are all sorts of things in this refrigerator...
Pearl:
The carrot juice bottle and the tomato juice bottle are both empty...
Phoenix:
Empty...? (It's too much of a hassle to throw them away, I guess.) They're all vegetable juices. I guess he must've been a real health nut.
Pearl:
...Oh! There's a beet, some ketchup, and a bottle of strawberry jam too!
Phoenix:
Maybe red was his favorite color...?
Bears
Pearl:
Wow, there are a lot of bears!
Phoenix:
(Alarm clock ones, collector's editions, stuffed teddies, plastic models... It's pretty overwhelming... Is there a kind of bear he doesn't have...?)
Pearl:
There's even a few in the trash can...
Phoenix:
Yeah... I get the feeling maybe the guy didn't really like bears.
Pearl:
Poor teddies...
It's hard to "bear" with all these problems... Growl! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Phoenix:
... (I don't think I want to "bear" with the trauma the last case caused me...)
Pearl:
What's wrong, Mr. Nick?
Desk
Pearl:
Hmph! It's so messy here!
Phoenix:
(Pearls really likes things neat and tidy, I take it...)
Pearl:
There are a lot of electronic things in here that I've never seen before. Hey, Mr. Nick! Tell me what they are, pretty please?
Phoenix:
OK. That over there is a "watch". You wear it on your wrist.
Pearl:
... I know what a watch is...
Phoenix:
(Oops. For a second there, I forgot I was talking with Pearls, not Maya...)
Blue suitcase
Phoenix:
It's a suitcase. There are so many things in it that I bet it barely closes. There's his clothes, a dryer, an electric shaver, a calculator...
Pearl:
Do all stars pack too much stuff like Mr. Corrida?
Examine (right side)
Table on right
Phoenix:
It looks like Mr. Corrida had dinner last night.
Pearl:
This bottle... It's tomato juice.
Phoenix:
(We had a lot of food at the award show last night... But I wonder if the stars had gone onstage after only eating a meager meal like this...)
Bedroom
Pearl:
So that's a bed, right?
Phoenix:
Yup. It's big, but it's a bed.
Pearl:
Aaah! Mr. Nick! It's sooooo soft!
Phoenix:
(Big beds must be a rarity for her...)
Floor near guitar case
Phoenix:
Bottles of cosmetics are scattered all over the floor. This is probably where Mr. Corrida fought his assailant.
Pearl:
What's this glass fragment from...?
Phoenix:
A flower vase maybe? There are flowers on the floor, but I don't know what they are.
Pearl:
You don't know much about flowers, do you Mr. Nick?
Guitar case
Phoenix:
This is... a guitar case, I guess. A little beat up, but still useable.
Pearl:
That's strange. The guitar is not here...
Phoenix:
Maybe he forgot to bring it to the show?
Pearl:
But Mystic Maya... She said the bright red guitar was the Jammin' Ninja's signature item...
Phoenix:
(That's true...) Huh? This guitar case is wet. But it's only wet on top of the lid...
Pearl:
Yeah... There's no water inside the case... This is water, isn't it...?
Guitar Case added to the Court Record.
Wine glass
Phoenix:
It's a beautiful wine glass, and there's... tomato juice in it.
Pearl:
Ewww. Tomato juice. I don't really like it much.
Phoenix:
There's a bottle of it on the table over there. That's probably where this came from.
Pearl:
But doesn't it seem weird?
Phoenix:
...What seems weird?
Pearl:
I mean, everything else is scattered all over the floor.
Phoenix:
... (She's right. The flower vase was broken and the make-up is strewn everywhere.)
Pearl:
Why is this glass the only thing that's still alright...?
Wine Glass added to the Court Record.
Talk
Cause of death
Phoenix:
Do you know what was the cause of death?
Gumshoe:
Well, technically, the final autopsy report isn't out yet, but... one look at the scene of the crime should tell you, pal.
Phoenix:
The scene of the crime...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Here's a picture.
Phoenix:
There's a knife in his chest.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal, that's the murder weapon.
Phoenix:
(So he was stabbed to death...)
Gumshoe:
They're looking at the fingerprints down at the lab right now.
Phoenix:
There were fingerprints on the knife?
Gumshoe:
Yup. And it looks like they're pretty sure they're Mr. Engarde's prints, pal.
Phoenix:
(That's bad... Real bad...)
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Reason for arrest
Phoenix:
Why was Mr. Engarde arrested?
Gumshoe:
Because we had evidence on him.
Pearl:
Evidence...?
Gumshoe:
It looks like the victim, Juan Corrida, really put up a big fight.
Phoenix:
Yeah, one look at the crime scene and you can tell. There's signs of a struggle everywhere.
Gumshoe:
Well, yeah. During the fight, his button came off...
Phoenix:
(Mr. Engarde said something about a button... Something like, one of the Jammin' Ninja's buttons got caught in his "hakama"...)
Gumshoe:
But that's not all...
Phoenix:
What!?
Gumshoe:
There was a witness, pal.
Phoenix:
A witness!? Wh-Who is it!?
Gumshoe:
That lady... Ms. Oldbag.
Phoenix:
(Please... Anyone but her!)
Gumshoe:
The prosecution has plenty of evidence to make a solid case... Not to mention there's something at the crime scene that was a little off.
Phoenix:
Something that was a little off...? As in...?
Gumshoe:
As in, that's for you to figure out, pal!
Pearl:
Alright, let's try to figure it out, Mr. Nick!
Present
Radio Transceiver
Gumshoe:
That's your "present" from the kidnapper, huh? While you're talking, it sends and receives radio waves... If we could trace that...
Pearl:
Yeah! We could use it to find out where the bad guy is!
Phoenix:
(It uses radio waves, huh?)
Gumshoe:
I got it! I'll go find a radio scanner, and let you borrow it, pal!
Guitar Case
Phoenix:
What can you tell me about this guitar case?
Gumshoe:
Oh, that. This is just what I heard, pal, but that's the Jammin' Ninja's signature item.
Phoenix:
The guitar case?
Gumshoe:
No, not that! What do you take me as? I mean the guitar inside, of course!
Pearl:
But... The guitar is missing.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, we looked for it too. It's not normal for a person to forget to bring their most famous item to an award show.
Phoenix:
(It's starting to sound like that red guitar is related to this case after all...)
Wine Glass
Phoenix:
So about this wine glass...
Gumshoe:
Ah, so you noticed it, pal. The whole crime scene was a mess, but this glass was the only thing that was untouched.
Phoenix:
You noticed that too, Detective Gumshoe...?
Gumshoe:
No, actually Ms. von Karma noticed it first.
Phoenix:
Yeah... Pearls noticed it before me too... Hey, wait a minute. So... does that mean Ms. von Karma's coming here...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, she's coming. Man, you're going to be in so much trouble, pal. I think it'd be best if you didn't bump into her here.
Phoenix:
You can bet the instant I see her, I'll be running the 1,000 meter dash.
Crime Photo
Gumshoe:
You look at this photo and you can't help it. It makes you want to say, "I can't believe this is the scene of a murder."
Phoenix:
(Stabbed with a knife after a struggle... A clue is sleeping in this photo somewhere... I know it.)
Maya Fey profile
Gumshoe:
I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
...For what?
Gumshoe:
I really want to help you look for her, pal.
Pearl:
Mr. Detective...
Gumshoe:
If anything happens, let me know, OK? I want to help in any way I can!
Pearl Fey profile
Gumshoe:
Hey, little missy. Listen good, OK?
Pearl:
OK. What is it?
Gumshoe:
Don't ever pick up a whip, OK? Don't even think about it.
Pearl:
Huh!?
Gumshoe:
If you ever find yourself thinking you want one, try to make due with a good slap to the face. Got that? Slap the person in the face. Promise me, OK?
Phoenix:
(Personal experience tells me Gumshoe should be careful what he wishes for...)
Lotta Hart profile
Gumshoe:
If I had a choice, she would be number three on my list of people I don't want to see.
Phoenix:
...Because I'm in the number one spot?
Gumshoe:
Don't get all high and mighty on me here. You've taken a tumble into second place, pal.
Phoenix:
Huh? Really? Then who's in first...?
Gumshoe:
Ms. von Karma's miles and miles ahead of you in this race.
Phoenix:
O-Oh...
Gumshoe:
She's really scary... Right now... M-Ms. von Karma... You really don't...
Phoenix:
(He's so scared of her that he's whispering now...)
Matt Engarde profile
Gumshoe:
Hey, why don't we let bygones be bygones, pal? Look, this guy is guilty. A buck says so.
Phoenix:
One dollar...? Sure you're not talking about Pearls' allowance money?
Gumshoe:
I... I can't bet any more than that... My salary... It's...
Phoenix:
(It doesn't matter what we think... I still have to defend Mr. Engarde in court or else!)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick...
Security Lady profile
Gumshoe:
I thought she was an alien from outer space.
Phoenix:
Yeah, probably because she's wearing that strange helmet.
Gumshoe:
Nah, even with her helmet off, I thought she was an alien, pal.
Phoenix:
... I think that's probably best kept to yourself, if you know what I mean...
Adrian Andrews profile
Gumshoe:
She's Mr. Engarde's manager, right? No matter what I do, I really stink at talking with people like her. As soon as I open my mouth, I get all flustered. See, she's one of those women with a brain. She's someone who "gets things done".
Phoenix:
Yeah, she does give that sort of impression, like she's got it all together.
Gumshoe:
Compared to her, you can easily tell I'm a "can't do anything right" kind of guy. That's why I get all nervous and start messing up.
Phoenix:
(I feel sort of bad for him...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you know about this?
Gumshoe:
Um... There's nothing special I can tell you about this, pal. Look pal, we don't have a lot of time. Why don't you show me something more important? If Ms. von Karma saw me here like this... I'd have to switch sides real fast...
(Clearing all "Talk" options, examining guitar case and wine glass, and presenting Wine Glass leads to:)
...*beep* *beep*... ...*beep* *beep*... ...*beep* *beep*...
Pearl:
Wh-What's that beeping noise, Mr. Nick...?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I've heard this sound somewhere before...)
Gumshoe:
It's Ms. von Karma...
Pearl:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Whenever I hear that sound, for some reason, she pops out of nowhere and whips me!
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, that did happen the last time...)
Gumshoe:
S-Sorry! I've gotta make myself scarce! Later, pal! Eowww!
von Karma:
At last, you reveal your true nature... Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(*gulp* Would it be too much to ask for you to be nice to me for a change...?)
von Karma:
So you're the type to steal information from pitifully hopeless detectives! That's very dishonorable of you!
Phoenix:
(Owww!)
von Karma:
Hey! Don't you dare run away, Scruffy McTrenchcoat!
Gumshoe:
Ah!
von Karma:
I didn't think the detectives of this country could be this pitiful...
Gumshoe:
Uwaah!
von Karma:
Detective! Come over here for a second!
Gumshoe:
Yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!
von Karma:
...Hmph. I feel better knowing at least you were man enough to face your punishment.
Phoenix:
(He was so scared, he just froze up on the spot...)
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright! You... You have soiled my perfect prosecution record. I'll never forget that. This time... Victory is mine!
Phoenix:
... Victory is yours? Is that all this means to you...?
von Karma:
Wh-What...!?
Phoenix:
...
von Karma:
... H-Hmph! Come, Scruff-face! The investigation briefing is about to begin.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir!
von Karma:
This isn't over yet... I swear on my family's honor!
Phoenix:
(Ow! Now what did she throw at me...!? What is this...?)
Gumshoe:
...Well, I guess this means I've gotta get back to the precinct now, pal. If you ever need me, come down to the Criminal Affairs Department, alright? And if you can, try not to let Ms. von Karma see you...
Examine
Paper on desk
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, what's this piece of paper...?
Phoenix:
It's called an "autograph".
Pearl:
Auto-graff?
Phoenix:
It's got Mr. Corrida's name written on it, so it's his autograph.
Pearl:
I can't read it at all. To be honest, I've never seen writing that looks like this.
Phoenix:
Ah, it's a special way of writing called "cursive".
Phoenix:
Look here. See how it says, "To my dearest Wendy" in more normal letters here?
Pearl:
Th-This sloppy, unreadable writing! It's crazy and cruel to give this to someone!
Phoenix:
(Hold on...)
Pearl:
...?
Phoenix:
Wendy... I've heard that name somewhere before...
Mr. Corrida's Autograph added to the Court Record.
Hallway
(Visiting Engarde's room leads to:)
Move
Viola Hall
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Viola Hall
March 21Gatewater HotelViola Hall
Powers:
Oh, Mr. Wright! How are you?
Phoenix:
Ah, Mr. Powers. Have you been here the entire time?
Powers:
Yeah. People connected to the murder aren't allowed to go home, let alone leave...
Talk
The Nickel Samurai
Phoenix:
Can you tell me a little more about the Nickel Samurai TV show?
Powers:
OK. "The Nickel Samurai" is an action hero program aimed towards kids. It's the sequel to "The Steel Samurai".
Phoenix:
I see...
Powers:
This time, there are three Samurai Brothers: Aluminum Samurai, Tin Samurai... And of course, the Nickel Samurai. It's a love "Y" in Neo Olde Tokyo!
Phoenix:
I see... ... W-Wait... A love what...?
Powers:
A love "Y". This girl, Sayo, works at a tea shop and all three guys fall for her at the same time.
Phoenix:
Oh... I guess the "Y" shape is like the 3 brothers colliding over this one girl?
Powers:
Anyway, Sayo is actually the daughter of the evil Strawberry Clan's leader!
Phoenix:
Sounds like an unusual situation. Like Romeo and Juliet... times three.
Powers:
Y-Yeah... Strange thing is, this sort of forbidden love story is really big with the office ladies.
Pearl:
Um...
Powers:
Yes, Pearl?
Pearl:
Wh-What happens next!? I want to know! Ms. Sayo... Does Ms. Sayo fall in love? She does, doesn't she?
Powers:
Every Sunday at 8 AM.
Pearl:
I'm going to stop watching "Kids' Masterpiece Theatre" starting this week!
Phoenix:
(I can't believe she's really considering it!)
Jammin' Ninja
Phoenix:
So what's the "Jammin' Ninja" TV show like?
Powers:
It started from a remake of an old movie, to tell you the truth. The Jammin' Ninja is, like the Samurai shows, aimed towards kids. It's the story of a ninja who can't climb a wall, but became a big pop star.
Phoenix:
...Uh, what?
Powers:
He was a really lousy ninja. Absolutely couldn't do any ninja things right at all. But boy could he sing! With his trusty bright red guitar in hand, he took the ancient world by storm.
Phoenix:
A... A ninja... With a bright red guitar...!?
Powers:
And then, the final fight in front of his beloved Princess Misola! "Jammin' versus the Muromachi Five!" Suddenly! Our brave hero catches a not so Jammin' cold the night before Battle 3!
Phoenix:
Aww, that's too bad for him...
Powers:
Y-Yeah... But this kind of pop music-based love story is something high school girls really like.
Pearl:
Um...
Powers:
Yes, Pearl?
Pearl:
Wh-What happens next!? I want to know!
Pearl:
Jammin'... The Jammin' Ninja! Will he be able to sing!? What about Princess Misola!?
Powers:
Every Sunday at 8 AM.
Pearl:
Umm... Which show should I watch...? Hmm...
Phoenix:
(I can't believe she's really  considering it!)
The gossip on Adrian (after presenting Adrian Andrews profile)
Phoenix:
Would you mind telling me about this "gossip"?
Powers:
Ah, so you're interested in it too! I figured you would be!
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Powers:
I have such a weakness for celebrity gossip too.
Phoenix:
O-Oh really... You too, huh...?
Powers:
Yeah. So take a look at this!
Phoenix:
(Looks like a tabloid Ms. Oldbag would read...) Alright, let's see here... "Jammin' Midnight Rendezvous!?"
Powers:
"...to the mysterious, yet beautiful manager to the stars, Ms. A. A.!" ...Y-You see now, don't you?
Phoenix:
What...?
Powers:
You can stop pretending to be in the dark, Mr. Wright! Juan Corrida didn't have a manager of his own. Which means if we're talking about a certain manager with the initials A. A....
Phoenix:
... Adrian Andrews...?
Powers:
Y-Yes, exactly! This is big news!!
Phoenix:
(But... It seems kind of odd. That woman, Ms. Andrews... Together with the biggest rival of her client...?)
Powers:
Ah, it's that wonderful thing that can only happen between two people...
Pearl:
Mr. Powers looks so happy.
Phoenix:
(Pearls is just following along, not having any idea as to why he's smiling...)
Powers:
Well, like the saying goes, one man's garbage is another man's treasure.
Magazine Clipping added to the Court Record.
Present
Radio Transceiver
Powers:
I can't believe it... A kidnapping...
Pearl:
Do you remember what the person looked like who gave this to you?
Powers:
It was that bellboy. And... And I didn't suspect a thing because he looked like such a normal old man...
Phoenix:
(Old man, huh...)
Guitar Case
Powers:
That guitar case... That was Juan's...
Phoenix:
I'm guessing you've seen this case before?
Powers:
It's pretty famous by now. It stands out because it holds THE bright red guitar.
Phoenix:
(The bright red guitar... The Jammin' Ninja's signature item.)
Pearl:
But if the guitar is so important, how could he forget it for the award ceremony?
Phoenix:
(That does seem a little strange...)
Maya Fey profile
Powers:
I... I'm sure he won't hurt her and he'll let her go soon...
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Powers:
Mr. Wright. I believe in you. You will save her!
Phoenix:
Thanks.
Security Lady profile
Powers:
I never would've thought I'd see her here of all places. The last time we saw each other was during that really bad incident... You know... I mean, when I look back now, I think of the good things, so it's not so bad, I guess.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I would love to go back in time and relive a few of those good things... *chuckle*
Powers:
Th-That's not funny...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I guess not...)
Adrian Andrews profile
Powers:
Hey, that's Ms. Andrews! She's Matt's manager. Actually, I was interested in her for a little bit. Just a little...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... So Mr. Powers likes this type of woman...) What do you know about Ms. Andrews...?
Powers:
Well, see... Here's the thing. I don't really KNOW her know her... you know?
Pearl:
...!
Powers:
There's sort of a small rumor going around about her right now...
Pearl:
A rumor...?
Powers:
Ah! If you're interested, I can give you a little bit of the details!
Phoenix:
(He's so happy, he looks like a lion that's just found his next meal...)
Detention Center
Present
Magazine Clipping
Phoenix:
What do you think about this article...?
Engarde:
... Hmph. If you're talking about her thing with Juan, I always thought she was a bit careless in the way she handled it... ...
Phoenix:
And that's it?
Engarde:
...That's it.
Adrian Andrews profile
Engarde:
That's my manager. Did you meet her?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah.
Engarde:
What do you think? Strong woman, right? And she takes good care of me...
Phoenix:
(...You're such a mama's boy...)
Engarde:
...
Hotel Lobby
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- What You Witnessed --
Oldbag:
Alright, I'll be honest with you for now.
Phoenix:
Then, please! Tell us what you saw!
Oldbag:
But, aww, what a waste. And here I have a perfectly good chance to have a little fun at you young'un's expense. Because I am a little devil, after all.
Phoenix:
(Um... Doesn't that imply you aren't a good person...?) Alright, I'll give you what you want...
Present Autograph
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Th-Th-That's! That's Juan's autograph!!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Oldbag:
You're Engarde's lawyer, aren't you?
Phoenix:
W-Well, yes... but...
Oldbag:
Then forget it! There is no way I'm telling you!
Phoenix:
B-But why!?
Leads back to:
"Because I am a little devil, after all."
Oldbag:
Th-Th-That's! That's Juan's autograph!!
Phoenix:
Yes, it is.
Oldbag:
And... And it even says, "To my dearest Wendy" on it! Th-That's me, right!? Right!?
Phoenix:
Um...
Oldbag:
My name is Wendy Oldbag, so that "Wendy" has to be me, right!?
Phoenix:
(Well, it may say "Wendy"... But somehow, I don't think Juan had THIS "Wendy" in mind when he signed it...)
Oldbag:
Oh, please, give it to me! Let me have it! Please!
Phoenix:
Uh, un. I can't let you have it, just like that.
Oldbag:
Yes, yes, I know. Then how about an exchange!?
3 LOCKS BROKEN
Phoenix:
(Wow, she must really want this autograph...)
Oldbag:
My offer isn't good enough for you!? Fine, Mr. Wright. You win. Wendy Oldbag, ready to open up her heart! All for my dearest Juan!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Autograph given to Wendy dearest.
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
What you witnessed
Oldbag:
I feel bad for you now.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Oldbag:
I tell you, I saw him that night. I saw him coming out of Juan's room.
Phoenix:
You're kidding!
Pearl:
Oh no!
Oldbag:
It was about ten minutes before Juan's body was discovered. It was just a coincidence. I was on my way to the toilet, minding my own business.
Phoenix:
And...? Did you tell that to the police?
Oldbag:
Well, of course! I thought I could get a gift certificate or two out of it, maybe more.
Pearl:
Gift certificate...?
Oldbag:
I've been recruited again for that part at the trial. You know, the trial tomorrow? This time, you're gonna get it! I'm gonna work hard to get your client pronounced guilty!
Pearl:
But Mr. Engarde hasn't done anything bad...
Oldbag:
I don't care about details like that! I know he did my dear poor Juan in! I just do! That yellow-bellied chicken!
Pearl:
A yellow-bellied chicken...? I wonder what that would look like...
Oldbag:
I trust my senses. I know when someone did something bad, and I say he did it!
Phoenix:
(What did Mr. Engarde ever do to her to deserve this...?)
Engarde's past (appears after What you witnessed)
Phoenix:
What did Mr. Engarde do to you to make you so...
Oldbag:
You don't know!? That guy! He framed my Juan! He created that scandal that plagued poor Juan!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it?
Pearl:
What's a "skan-dal"?
Phoenix:
Oh... Um, I'll tell you about that after we get home, OK?
Oldbag:
Poor Juan, led astray by the wiles of that vile temptress...
Pearl:
Mr. Nick... What do "viles" and "wile temptress" mean...?
Phoenix:
Ack! Um, how about we just listen to what Ms. Oldbag has to say for now, OK Pearls? So, Ms. Oldbag. Who is this "woman" you're talking about...?
Oldbag:
...Adrian Andrews, of course! Who else!? That guy, he shoved the girl onto Juan on purpose!
Phoenix:
His own manager? But why...?
Oldbag:
I thought lawyers were smart! It was to create a scandal to make Juan lose face! That girl drove Juan into a scandal that dragged his reputation through the mud!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like a pretty standard definition of a scandal to me...) Why do you know about that anyway, Ms. Oldbag?
Oldbag:
I'm one of Juan's biggest fans! I'm always out there gathering information! There's nothing I don't know!
Phoenix:
And do you have proof that Mr. Engarde did what you say he did...?
Oldbag:
Next week's issue of a certain magazine says so!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Of course. A tabloid...)
Pearl:
Next week... Doesn't that mean it's something people don't know about yet...?
Phoenix:
(Why would Ms. Oldbag have information like that...? And where did she get it...?)
Oldbag:
Hee hee hee...
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Gumshoe, examining guitar case and wine glass, and presenting Wine Glass to Gumshoe leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
March 21
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
March 21Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Pearl:
Hmm, it doesn't look like Mr. Scruffy Detective is here...
Phoenix:
(Great, now even Pearls is calling him "Scruffy"... Thanks Franziska.) They said something about an investigation briefing earlier, right? Why don't we come back and try again later when they're done...
Pearl:
OK... I guess that's all we can do, right Mr. Nick?
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"...a break and spit it out, you lowlife scumbag... ...a turkey sandwich? Don'tcha eat ham every day? Get sick of it or something?"
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for interrogations.
Desks
Phoenix:
These are the detectives' desks. There are computers and files on each one. Funny, they're a lot tidier than I expected. I guess the detectives don't spend a lot of time at their desks.
Chief Detective
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
WHAT!? The Hero of Heroes award ceremony... The grand prize got away from the Jammin' Ninja again!?
Phoenix:
(Shouldn't you be reading something more important...?)
Poster
Phoenix:
A poster of a female police officer... Wait, no. That's the latest "Babes in Uniform" calendar. My bad.
Blue Badger
Pearl:
Aww, it's kind of cute. Mr. Nick, what is this stuffed animal's name...?
Chief:
That's the "Blue Badger"! It was my idea! I made it! It's this precinct's mascot, you know.
Pearl:
Oh, wow...
Chief:
I'll get him assigned mascot of every police station, if it's the last thing I do!
Pearl:
I hope you succeed in your mission, sir!
Hallway
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Big Scoop --
Phoenix:
Lotta, will you please answer my questions? On the night of the murder, why were you loitering around the victim's room?
Lotta:
I told ya, didn't I? For my scoop!
Phoenix:
What I want to know about are the details of this "scoop".
Lotta:
Th-That's not somethin' I can tell ya. I mean, that there's my bread and butter...
Phoenix:
Alright then. An unpleasant tabloid photographer looking for a scoop... I'm going to say that you were looking into a scandal.
Lotta:
Grr!
Phoenix:
Could it be that you, Lotta Hart, were looking for a break with a huge story? Perhaps an unfolding scandal between Juan Corrida and this person...?
Present Adrian Andrews profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Th-This woman..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Lotta:
Who the heck is that...?
Phoenix:
Um...
Lotta:
You think us journalists are all a bunch of idiots...? Ya can't fool me! I'm a pro!
Phoenix:
O-Oh, really...?
Lotta:
So... Who's this person anyway...?
Phoenix:
(If you're such a pro, why don't you do your own research and figure it out!) Um, let's try that again, shall we...?
Leads back to:
"Could it be that you, Lotta Hart, were looking for a break with a huge story?"
Lotta:
Th-This woman...
Phoenix:
She's Adrian Andrews, Matt Engarde's manager.
Lotta:
Mmph!
Phoenix:
The Nickel Samurai's manager, caught secretly meeting with his rival, the Jammin' Ninja. It would be the hottest story of the season, wouldn't it?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Lotta:
You're pretty good at this guessin' thing, Mr. Lawyer. But ya can't just make up any ol' thing and think it'll make the papers. Ya gotta have backup.
Phoenix:
Backup...?
Lotta:
Yeah, yeah. Ya gotta have that... that what's it... "newsauce"...?
Phoenix:
...Um, you mean, "news source"...?
Lotta:
That's it! So show me somethin' that shows that Juan guy had somethin' with Ms. Andrews!
Present Magazine Clipping
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the article from a certain weekly tabloid."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Lotta:
You really think I'm some kind of idiot, don'tcha!?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lotta:
Don't ya know pros don't go for a lead without proof it's somethin' worth going after?
Phoenix:
Well, if the pro we're talking about is you, then this looks right up your alley...
Lotta:
As if!
Phoenix:
(Looks like I touched a nerve there...)
Lotta:
Now listen here, City Boy. Show me a good, solid newsauce or else!
Leads back to:
"...Um, you mean, "news source"...?"
Phoenix:
This is the article from a certain weekly tabloid. "Jammin' Midnight Rendezvous!?" "...to the mysterious, yet beautiful manager to the stars, Ms. A. A.!"
Lotta:
...Aaah!
Phoenix:
Mr. Corrida didn't have a manager of his own. What's more, his rival, Mr. Engarde's manager... Adrian Andrews... She has the initials A. A.! You saw this article and then thought to take some pictures of them as proof. That's why you were lurking around Mr. Corrida's door last night!
Lotta:
Waaaaaah!!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Big scoop
Phoenix:
You were looking into Mr. Corrida and Ms. Andrews' affair, weren't you?
Lotta:
You got it! I was gonna get myself a scoop by catchin' 'em in a secret meetin'!
Phoenix:
But there's already an article about it in one of the weekly tabloid magazines... It's no longer breaking news.
Lotta:
Whatcha just say!? Her initials are "A. A." What kind of vague thing is that!? That ain't no proof of nothin'! People are gonna wanna see real proof! Well, at least I do. So that's what I was doin'! Getting photos!
Pearl:
Oh...
Lotta:
I'm gonna whip up the reader's interest with some gossip and a little misleadin'. Then spice it up a little and have myself an exclusive story!
Phoenix:
(Wow, Lotta, nice journalistic integrity you got there...)
Lotta:
I already finished writin' up my spicy article, ya know. But...
Phoenix:
?
Lotta:
The paper I wrote it on, my note to myself, it's gone.
Pearl:
Your note to yourself?
Lotta:
It was inside the case of my $1,600 camera. They done run off together. I came here for my big story! Didn't come 'ere to have my treasure disappear on me!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I understand...
Lotta:
It's enough to make a gal go bonkers, I tell ya! What's with people now, anyway!? I never thought I'd see the day when someone done steal somethin' from me.
Phoenix:
You really want that note back, huh...? (I've got no idea why though. The story on that note is probably a bold faced lie...)
Lotta's Camera updated in the Court Record.
Present
Franziska von Karma profile
Lotta:
She's got one of them personalities like she's... "whipped" without her "whip"! Ha ha, how's that!? A pun worthy of a joke book, yeah?
Phoenix:
...Sorry, I zoned out.
Lotta:
Ah, well, I'll forgive the wax in yer ears this once and tell it to ya one more time.
Hotel Lobby
(Clearing "Engarde's past" and "Big scoop" "Talk" options leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
March 21
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
March 21Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe said they had an investigation briefing...
Pearl:
Yeah... Oh! He's back!
Gumshoe:
Hey, so you came, pal.
Phoenix:
Why the blunt greeting?
Gumshoe:
Um, because there's nothing to be friendly or happy about.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that?
Gumshoe:
Well, things look perfect this time around. The evidence and testimony are airtight...
Phoenix:
But... But... We can't just roll over and die! We have to stay positive!
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Freeze! Police! Everyone against the wall, hands where I can see 'em! Hey, what are you doing, Gumshoe!? Their hands, not yours!"
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for arrests.
Talk
Airtight evidence
Phoenix:
So what do you mean the evidence is airtight...?
Gumshoe:
I can't give you all the details, pal, but there's two big pieces.
Pearl:
T-Two!?
Gumshoe:
And both of them are in this photo. The first is the button that's missing from the victim's chest.
Phoenix:
Hmm... That's the button that you found during your body search of Mr. Engarde...
Gumshoe:
Yup. I found it in the folds of the Nickel Samurai's special pants.
Phoenix:
Um... Uh... And the second one is...?
Gumshoe:
The knife in his chest, pal. The fingerprints on the knife in his chest, to be exact.
Pearl:
Fingerprints...? Um... Whose are they?
Gumshoe:
You didn't even have to ask, little missy. It's obvious. They're Matt Engarde's.
Phoenix:
... (Tomorrow's trial... Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place...)
Airtight testimony
Phoenix:
So what about this "airtight testimony"...?
Gumshoe:
It's that old security lady, Ms. Oldbag.
Phoenix:
I thought so...
Gumshoe:
What do you mean, you thought so? Did she tell you something, pal?
Phoenix:
Um, well...
Gumshoe:
And I even told her not to open that mouth of hers and blab to anyone...
Phoenix:
(Her blab knob is stuck on ten, and there's no turning it down... Trust me.)
Gumshoe:
Yeah, well... Ms. Oldbag saw it all, pal. She saw Mr. Engarde come out of the victim's room around the estimated time of death.
Pearl:
N-No way!
Celeste Inpax (after presenting Magazine Clipping)
Leads to:
"She was the victim's manager and was also Ms. Adrian Andrews' mentor."
Present
Guitar Case
Phoenix:
What can you tell me about this guitar case...?
Gumshoe:
Oh, that. This is just what I heard, pal, but that's the Jammin' Ninja's signature item.
Pearl:
But... The guitar wasn't in his hotel room...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, we looked for it too. It's not normal for a person to forget to bring their most famous item to an award show.
Phoenix:
(It's starting to sound like that red guitar is related to this case after all...)
Wine Glass
Gumshoe:
The stuff in that glass is tomato juice, pal.
Phoenix:
Tomato juice...
Gumshoe:
I heard the victim really loved that stuff. Favorite drink in the world.
Phoenix:
...It was his favorite drink? (First time I've heard that...)
Magazine Clipping
Gumshoe:
We're pretty interested in this bit of gossip ourselves.
Phoenix:
The scandal with Mr. Corrida? But why?
Gumshoe:
Well, two years ago... A woman committed suicide.
Pearl:
Suicide...
Gumshoe:
Her name was Celeste Inpax. And she was Juan Corrida's manager.
Phoenix:
The victim's manager...?
Gumshoe:
But that's not all, pal. Ms. Inpax was Ms. Adrian Andrews' mentor... She taught Ms. Andrews everything she knew about the business from square one.
Pearl:
Her mentor...
Phoenix:
(A woman who was both Mr. Corrida's manager and Ms. Andrews' mentor... Could her suicide have something to do with this case...?)
Gumshoe:
Do you want to know more about her, pal?
Juan Corrida profile
Gumshoe:
I'm not a real fan of action shows or anything... But I know who Juan Corrida and Matt Engarde are. Juan Corrida, though, he was always desperately trying to be better than Matt Engarde.
Adrian Andrews profile
Gumshoe:
There's something interesting about this woman, pal.
Phoenix:
And what is that?
Gumshoe:
You don't know? Haven't you heard the gossip about her?
Phoenix:
(Gossip, huh... I wonder if he knows anything about that article...)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
If I'm caught leaking info to you here in the precinct, my neck's gonna be in a ringer, pal.
Pearl:
Y-Your neck!? No!
Gumshoe:
Ah, I mean my "neck" as a joke... But yeah, ask me about things that have to do with the case only, alright pal?
Gumshoe:
She was the victim's manager and was also Ms. Adrian Andrews' mentor. It's been two years since her suicide, and now those two are linked again by another death. Or maybe it's just a coincidence...? But... Waaah!
von Karma:
I'm getting sick of dealing with one foolish idiot after another...
Gumshoe:
M-M-Ms. von Karma!
von Karma:
You can't seem to stop allying yourself with the enemy, can you? I don't need a traitor in my midst.
Gumshoe:
Y-Y-You don't... You don't mean...
von Karma:
I do. Scruffy. You have thirty minutes to get out of here. You are no longer needed. Good bye.
Pearl:
Th-That's...
Gumshoe:
W-Wait... Please wait, sir! If I don't get this month's pay, I'll star--
von Karma:
Quiet! If it weren't for traitors like you...
???:
"I would've won." Is that what you want to say?
von Karma:
...! Wh-Who!?
Phoenix:
That voice... E-Edgeworth!!
Edgeworth:
It's been a long time... Wright.
Pearl:
Th-This person... This is Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
What am I going to do with you...? Still blaming others when things go wrong? You haven't changed a bit, Franziska.
von Karma:
... ... ... Y... You... How dare you show your face to me without a shred of shame upon it!? You've soiled the Von Karma name and dragged it through the mud. Run away with your tail between your legs like the ill-bred dog you are!
Edgeworth:
Are you talking about the Von Karma family creed? "To be perfect in every way..." Then let's hear it, Franziska. How are things going? I hear you are having a rough time maintaining perfection in this country.
von Karma:
Y-You!
Edgeworth:
You seem to be getting crushed under the weight of it all. That's why I came back.
von Karma:
Keep your assumptions to yourself! I... I haven't given in yet! I won't lose! This case is mine! I'll never hand it over to you! Never! Mr. Phoenix Wright! I will see you tomorrow... In court. It will be a clinical lesson on the meaning of "total victory"!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Still the same wild mare she always was.
Phoenix:
... 
Detention Center
Present
Celeste Inpax profile
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
...?
Engarde:
...
Pearl:
Um... What's wrong?
Engarde:
How much do you know...?
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean "how much"...?
Engarde:
...Mr. Lawyer. I may be your client... But... I hope you will keep yourself out of my personal life.
Phoenix:
A-Ah, no, I would never...
Engarde:
... ... Now, if you'll excuse me... I have a lunch appointment I have to keep...
Phoenix:
(You're in DETENTION! Who in the world are you going to eat with!? The security guard!?)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick...?
Phoenix:
This Celeste Inpax lady... Somehow, I get the feeling she is a very important person in all this...
Hallway
(Clearing "Celeste Inpax" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Engarde's Hotel Room
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Engarde's Hotel Room
March 21Gatewater HotelEngarde's Hotel Room
Pearl:
...Hmm, looks like Ms. Andrews isn't here.
Phoenix:
That's not good. I still have a few questions I want to ask her...
Pearl:
And she has that Psyche-Lock on her heart, right?
Phoenix:
...Well, we don't have much of a choice. I guess we'll have to come back later.
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Hang in there! You'll be OK, buddy! You're not injured that badly! A hang nail isn't... ...H-Hey. Gumshoe! GUMSHOE! GUMSHOOOOOOOOOE!!"
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for when a fellow officer is injured.
Talk
Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix:
I thought you, the Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, had gone and died!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
I... I never wanted to see you again!
Edgeworth:
I think that's enough of a "warm welcome" for someone you haven't seen in a year...
Phoenix:
Are you going to run tomorrow's trial...?
Edgeworth:
...You heard her, right? That wild mare hasn't given in yet, it seems. So, no, I don't think I'll be making an appearance.
Pearl:
...
Edgeworth:
Your hatred for me is quite unhealthy. Not to mention one-sided. But I will say one thing...
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
You can't win on your own at the trial tomorrow.
Phoenix:
(What is that supposed to mean...?)
Edgeworth:
I have something definitive that you lack. And that's the definition of teamwork. It's the power to find the truth.
Phoenix:
"The truth"...?
Edgeworth:
In order to understand this case, you have to understand a certain "truth". ...Well, if you ever feel the need for my assistance, it is available to you. I'm not in charge of this case, so I can be a bit more generous with information.
Phoenix:
(Just what is going on inside his head...?)
"Proof of Von Karma blood"
Edgeworth:
A lot of things may have happened, however Manfred von Karma was still my mentor. And a "perfect win record" is proof of a Von Karma.
Phoenix:
...One year ago, you could not establish guilt in a few cases... Are those losses the reason you suddenly disappeared from the Prosecutor's Office? Did you leave because you had lost your "perfect win record"...?
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
To think your motivation for prosecuting trials was so selfish... It'd been better for everyone if you never came back from the dead, Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
... I see. Then let me ask you something. Why do YOU stand in the courtroom? What is your reason?
Why stand in court? (appears after "Proof of Von Karma blood")
Phoenix:
Well, if it was Franziska, she would almost definitely say,
von Karma:
"I will defeat you this time!" the instant she saw me.
Phoenix:
But... The courtroom is not a personal battlefield for prosecutors and lawyers. I stand in the courtroom to defend my client. ...To save their lives.
Edgeworth:
To save your client, you say?
Phoenix:
Those who think only of their own ego-driven goals... Those kind of prosecutors are reprehensible to me. Even if you're a "prodigy"... Or someone like you, Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
... It looks like there is still a lot you have yet to learn.
Phoenix:
"A lot I have yet to learn"? Me...?
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. Well, that's enough for now. The time when you will see is coming soon enough...
Missing suicide note (after presenting Celeste Inpax profile)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Inpax's death was most certainly a suicide. Of that there is no mistake. However, we could not find her suicide note. That's when the police began to suspect that someone had hidden it.
Phoenix:
The suicide note? But how do you know Ms. Inpax had even written such a note?
Edgeworth:
There was no solid evidence, however... We did find traces of ink on her right index finger. Which makes the likelihood of a suicide note very high.
Phoenix:
But who would hide such a thing...?
Edgeworth:
The police think it was Mr. Juan Corrida himself.
Phoenix:
Th-The victim...?
Edgeworth:
He was the one who found her body. Which makes him the only person who had a chance to hide her suicide note.
Phoenix:
(Mr. Corrida hid his own manager's suicide note...? But why...?)
Edgeworth:
As long as her note is missing, any speculation beyond this is meaningless... For now, I think you should look this over. This is the suicide report... Part one anyway...
Phoenix:
(Part one...?)
Suicide Report added to the Court Record.
"Co-dependency" (after presenting Suicide Report)
Phoenix:
So, how are "Adrian Andrews" and "co-dependency" related?
Edgeworth:
Adrian Andrews' attempt at suicide... was a few days after the death of Celeste Inpax.
Phoenix:
And...?
Edgeworth:
And why did Adrian Andrews think about committing suicide...? Quite possibly because she had "lost her will to live."
Phoenix:
Lost her will...? But why would she...?
Edgeworth:
Her pillar of strength, her mentor Celeste Inpax, was gone forever. That's why.
Phoenix:
Wh-Why would that...?
Pearl:
Is this what they call, "following someone to the grave"...?
Edgeworth:
After her attempted suicide, Adrian Andrews started attending counseling sessions. She is a person who looks for someone she can trust unconditionally. And once she finds that someone, she blindly follows them. Without someone to guide her, she feels uneasy and can't carry herself through life.
Phoenix:
...! And that's... That's her "co-dependency"...?
Edgeworth:
When Celeste Inpax suddenly committed suicide, the world before her turned pitch dark... That's according to Adrian Andrews herself.
Phoenix:
Then... That means her super-confident attitude...
Edgeworth:
It's all a façade. She's only copying her mentor's behavior to hold herself together.
Phoenix:
(How terrible...)
Attempted Suicide Report added to the Court Record.
Present
Suicide Report
Edgeworth:
I don't like to look through reports. I like suicide reports even less. Worst of all are the reports that have multiple parts like that one. That has two.
Phoenix:
...Two parts?
Edgeworth:
What you just handed me is the first part of the report... Here is the second part.
Phoenix:
(The second part of the report is about an attempted suicide...) The attempter's name...! It's "Adrian Andrews"!
Pearl:
M-Ms. Andrews...? Um, what did she do?
Phoenix:
She... She tried to kill herself...? She doesn't seem like the kind of person to try and kill herself...
Edgeworth:
You think she's a strong career woman? That is just her image. Adrian Andrews... She has a certain secret she's always trying to hide.
Pearl:
A secret...?
Edgeworth:
...Her "co-dependency". That's the key word.
Phoenix:
("Co-dependency"... The word most unsuited to describing that woman...)
Attempted Suicide Report
Edgeworth:
Appearances can be deceiving. It's such a cliché saying... But it's cliché because it's true.
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews...
Phoenix:
(To think that behind that unwavering, brave front... She's been hiding this weakness in fear...)
Juan Corrida profile
Edgeworth:
There is an interesting rumor about this man...
Phoenix:
You mean the one about Ms. Andrews getting close to him? But that's pretty common tabloid fare, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
I don't take things at face value when there's more to be found...
Matt Engarde profile
Edgeworth:
While I was abroad, these deplorable types of actors became popular, I take it.
Phoenix:
Well, "refreshing like a spring breeze" is his motto...
Edgeworth:
"R-Refreshing"!? And what is so refreshing about a spring breeze!?
Phoenix:
(Sounds like the pollen is not treating him well this year...)
Adrian Andrews profile
Edgeworth:
Adrian Andrews... She holds a large secret within herself.
Phoenix:
A secret...?
Edgeworth:
You can't help but feel that this whole case revolves around her...
Celeste Inpax profile
Edgeworth:
Hmm... This woman is another key to the case.
Phoenix:
D-Do you really think so?
Edgeworth:
She was Adrian Andrews' mentor a long time ago, but suddenly, she was called away by a production, and became Juan Corrida's manager. And then, a few months later... Celeste Inpax died.
Phoenix:
B-But her death was a suicide, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. But there is still one riddle left unsolved...
Phoenix:
A riddle...?
Edgeworth:
Her suicide note. It went missing. No one could find it.
Phoenix:
(A suicide note that just vanished, huh...)
Any other evidence
Edgeworth:
I have no interest in talking about useless evidence. Put a little more thought into what you show me... Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(Still as stuck up as ever...)
Any other profile
Edgeworth:
We are looking into leads, but we can only look into a few key players with our limited resources. There's no reason for us to waste our energy investigating this person.
Phoenix:
(Why don't you just tell it to me straight and say, "I don't have any info"?)
Hallway
(Clearing ""Co-dependency"" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Engarde's Hotel Room
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Engarde's Hotel Room
March 21Gatewater HotelEngarde's Hotel Room
Pearl:
...Oh! Ms. Andrews is here. But it looks like she's talking with someone...
Phoenix:
(That's... Franziska von Karma!)
Pearl:
Ms. von Karma...?
von Karma:
What are you doing here!?
Phoenix:
Um, well, you see... I'm his lawyer, so...
von Karma:
You've got some nerve, following me around...
Phoenix:
Following you...?
Pearl:
Th-That's you, Ms. von Karma! You're the one doing the following!
Phoenix:
Pearls...
Pearl:
You're always following after that Mr. Detective with the little beard!
von Karma:
...Me? Following after Scruffy...? Don't make me laugh. I'll show you something interesting... little girl.
...*beep* *beep*... ...*beep* *beep*... ...*beep* *beep*...
Pearl:
Wh-What is that?
von Karma:
An electromagnetic receiver. I planted a tracking device on that detective. And with this, I know that fool's every move.
Phoenix:
(So that noise we heard was this receiver... I feel really sorry for poor Detective Gumshoe now...)
von Karma:
Now then... Let's stop wasting time. Adrian Andrews!
Andrews:
Y-Yes...?
von Karma:
Think hard about what we just discussed. Understood!?
Andrews:
A-Alright... ...
Phoenix:
(What were those two talking about...?)
Pearl:
Ms. Andrews... She seems a little dazed, doesn't she?
Andrews:
...
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Motive for Murder --
Phoenix:
Why was Juan Corrida murdered? If you ask me, I think you know the reason he was killed.
Andrews:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Why are you hiding things? Don't you realize you're putting Mr. Engarde's life in danger by your actions?
Andrews:
... Why do you ask questions for which I have no answer? The truth is, I was not that close to Mr. Corrida.
Phoenix:
You were not that close...?
Andrews:
That's right. I've never been good at being intimate with another person.
Phoenix:
You are not good at being intimate with another person? Somehow, I highly doubt that.
Present Magazine Clipping
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You and Mr. Corrida had an intimate relationship, did you not...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Andrews:
I'm very bad at connecting with people. They're so depressing for the most part.
Phoenix:
Um...
Andrews:
But I especially dislike feeble-minded individuals.
Phoenix:
Yes, well...
Andrews:
That's why I don't think I could ever be intimate with you.
Phoenix:
(So... I guess she's saying I'm both depressing and stupid...?) But I am certain you were very close with the victim.
Andrews:
Say that all you like, but you still don't have any proof.
Leads to:
"You are not good at being intimate with another person? Somehow, I highly doubt that."
Phoenix:
You and Mr. Corrida had an intimate relationship, did you not...?
Andrews:
... A silly third-rate tabloid article. If you even had half your wits about you, you wouldn't believe such rubbish.
Phoenix:
Well, it seems quite a few people bought into this story.
Andrews:
Hmph. As to be expected in a world filled with crooks and liars.
Phoenix:
(...Note to self: Stay on her good side.)
Andrews:
In any case, I despise interpersonal relationships like that.
Phoenix:
I see... However... What if there was a need for you to get close to someone...?
Andrews:
Me? Need to get close to Mr. Corrida? As if there was ever such a need.
Phoenix:
Didn't you get close to Mr. Corrida for this person's sake...?
Present Celeste Inpax profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Celeste Inpax, your mentor."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Andrews:
...Do you really still not understand?
Phoenix:
Wh-What?
Andrews:
It's not in my nature to enjoy doing things for others.
Phoenix:
B-But... You're a manager...
Andrews:
It's called a job. I am in charge of Mr. Engarde the star, not Matt Engarde the man.
Phoenix:
O-Oh.
Andrews:
And you are not my client.
Phoenix:
(Is this my subtle hint to "go home"...?) But... I know you must have had a need to get close to the victim.
Leads back to:
"Me? Need to get close to Mr. Corrida? As if there was ever such a need."
Phoenix:
Celeste Inpax, your mentor.
Andrews:
Why do you know about Celeste!?
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Phoenix:
Ms. Inpax... She committed suicide, didn't she?
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
But it looks like no one knows why. Right before her death, she was Juan Corrida's manager. So, I believe you got close to Mr. Corrida so you could find out more about her suicide.
Andrews:
...Y-You have a great imagination. You may have a future yet as a slimy muckraker for a putrid third-rate tabloid!
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Andrews...?
Andrews:
Th-There was no mystery surrounding her death. None. It would be pointless for me to force myself into a relationship for nothing!
Phoenix:
(Is that really true...? Was there really no mystery at all?) I don't believe you were completely at ease with the way her suicide was resolved!
Present Suicide Report
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Ms. Inpax's suicide note was never found, was it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Andrews:
Get a hold of yourself.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Andrews:
If you want advice on doing yourself in, I suggest asking someone, like the police.
Phoenix:
(Which translates to... "Go take a long walk off a short pier"...?)
Leads back to:
"Th-There was no mystery surrounding her death. None."
Phoenix:
...Ms. Inpax's suicide note was never found, was it?
Andrews:
...!
Phoenix:
It looks like the police were under the suspicion that someone had hidden it. Like maybe the person who discovered her body, Mr. Corrida.
Andrews:
J... Juan?
Phoenix:
And, Ms. Andrews, I believe you thought the same thing! That is why you became intimate with Mr. Corrida!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Andrews:
I-I've sat by quietly and listened to your insulting ramblings long enough!
Phoenix:
...
Andrews:
It's true that Celeste was my mentor, however, allow me to say this again: It had nothing to do with me! I didn't even know that her suicide note was never found! I'm a person who doesn't care about what goes on in the lives of others!
Phoenix:
(That's the impression you like to give, however...) I don't think that's who you really are.
Andrews:
What?
Phoenix:
I have evidence that says otherwise. This is proof that Celeste Inpax was someone very special to you...
Present Attempted Suicide Report
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Andrews... You... You went through it too, didn't you?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, how about it, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
I'm sure even those among your lawyer colleagues find it hard to hate you.
Phoenix:
...?
Andrews:
They probably pity you. After all, you are dangerously close to being a failure.
Phoenix:
"Pity"...?
Andrews:
Although, thanks to your little spectacle, I feel much better about myself.
Phoenix:
(*sigh* This evidence isn't strong enough to give up the truth.)
Andrews:
...By now, even someone like you should understand.
Leads back to:
"I'm a person who doesn't care about what goes on in the lives of others!"
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews... You... You went through it too, didn't you?
Andrews:
Went through what?
Phoenix:
A suicide.
Andrews:
...!
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews, you look and act like a very strong woman who has it all together. You don't ask for anyone's help and you live by yourself.
Andrews:
Y-Yes. I've been very independent ever since I can remember...
Phoenix:
However, that is all just a lie. A façade.
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
You've always searched out people on whom you can depend on.
Andrews:
Th-That's...!
Phoenix:
You were dependent on Ms. Inpax, weren't you? Which is why... When she passed away, you lost everything you had.
Andrews:
S-Stop!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Andrews:
... When Celeste passed away so suddenly like that... I died a death of my own. But... No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about what had become of her note.
Phoenix:
You must have heard about the police report... The one that said the police suspected Mr. Corrida of hiding Ms. Inpax's note... You heard about it, and thought to recover it from him by getting close, am I right?
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
If that's the case, then everything changes.
Andrews:
Wh-What do you mean?
Phoenix:
What topic did we start this conversation on again?
Andrews:
It was "why was the victim killed"...
Phoenix:
Exactly. Somehow, Ms. Andrews... It seems that you have become the one most likely to want Mr. Corrida dead...
Andrews:
M-Me...?
Phoenix:
Ms. Inpax was everything to you. ...And then she died. And you would do anything to find out why she killed herself. ...Even commit murder.
Andrews:
Murder...!?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Motive for murder
Leads to:
"It's true. I am a woman who can only live in insecurity."
Andrews:
It's true. I am a woman who can only live in insecurity. I'm physically small, and I don't really have a lot of self-confidence. I've pushed against all that, though... I've tried to live strongly. I never wanted anyone to find out the truth...
Pearl:
Ms. Andrews...
Andrews:
This one thing... It's the one thing I wanted to take with me to the grave... It was my secret. Mine and mine alone.
Phoenix:
I... I'm sorry.
Andrews:
You probably think I'm a worthless human being right now, don't you?
Phoenix:
Please, Ms. Andrews. All I want to know is the truth.
Andrews:
After Celeste passed away, I heard that someone had hidden her suicide note... And that someone was Juan Corrida. Celeste... Without her... Without her, I became scared. Everything... Everyone seemed like they were out to get me.
Phoenix:
So you got close to Mr. Corrida to recover her suicide note, correct?
Andrews:
... Looks like that tabloid reported the truth after all. Ironic, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Well, like they say, where there's smoke, there's fire.
Andrews:
And if they purposely add fuel to the fire, they keep the celebrity world burning.
Pearl:
...
Andrews:
But as for the suicide note? I didn't and wouldn't kill anyone for it. It just doesn't suit me, that's all.
Andrews:
... Well, that's enough for now. I still have work to do, so...
Phoenix:
I understand.
Andrews:
Oh, I have one small favor to ask. My... attempted suicide... I'd like for you to keep it a secret.
Pearl:
Ms. Andrews...
Andrews:
If... If people found out about my weakness... I... I would sooner choose to die than live.
Phoenix:
A-A-Alright! I understand! We'll keep it a secret! (Ms. Andrews... I guess she's the "always thinking" type... She never says anything carelessly, it seems...)
Andrews:
Thank you very much.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick... Can I ask you something...?
Phoenix:
What is it?
Pearl:
Ms. Andrews has been playing with that card in her hand since a little while back...
Phoenix:
(That card...? Yeah, I guess she has...) Ms. Andrews, what is that card you're holding...?
Andrews:
Huh? O-Oh, this? I don't quite know. It just suddenly appeared in my handbag...
Phoenix:
What is it? It looks like... A seashell?
Andrews:
That's what it looks like, doesn't it? I honestly don't remember owning this card... I wonder where I picked it up from...?
Phoenix:
(Her not remembering something clearly? Sounds like it would be a rare occurence.)
Andrews:
Well, I must be off. I leave Mr. Engarde in your "capable" hands.
Move
Hallway
Leads to:
March 21
Gatewater Hotel
Hallway
March 21Gatewater HotelHallway
Phoenix:
Well, I think we've gathered about all we can...
Pearl:
Wh-What about Mystic Maya? Is she alright...?
Phoenix:
(Oh, Pearls... She looks so worn out by all this... She hasn't slept at all, and has been walking all over the place with me today...)
Pearl:
What's wrong, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Let's go back to the office for a little while. You're really tired, right?
Pearl:
Oh, no! I'm OK. Really! ... I'm fine. I really am.
Phoenix:
(You don't look fine to me...)
Hotel Lobby
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
March 21
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
March 21
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
March 21Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Pearl:
There's no one here. Everyone's gone. I wonder if the three of them went to eat together!
Phoenix:
...I don't think they'd ever do that. They're probably in yet another meeting.
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Can't dig through the cereal box... Can't dig for the prize... Will lose sight of the target and ruin the cereal..."
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for a stake-out.
March 21Wright & Co. Law Offices
Pearl:
So! What now?
Phoenix:
Well, we did find one thing out for sure. Ms. Andrews has a motive.
Pearl:
You mean Ms. Inpax's suicide note...?
Phoenix:
That's right. She was also the one to discover the victim's body. Clever...
...*beep beep beep*...
Pearl:
Ah! Mr. Nick! The transceiver!
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Hello!? This is the law office of Wright & Co!
???:
...Mr. Attorney, you're not answering a phone.
Phoenix:
M-Maya! Where's Maya!?
???:
As I promised, I have not come within a few feet of her this whole time.
Pearl:
Phew...
???:
...Which is why, I suppose, she is absolutely famished.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
???:
So I suggest you win a quick acquittal, my friend. At any cost. Wouldn't you agree?
Phoenix:
Wait! Maya! Let me hear her!
???:
...Very well.
Maya:
...Ask my...!
Phoenix:
Maya! Is that you!?
Maya:
...Sis... Ask my sis!
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Maya! Maya! ...Dammit! He cut me off!
Pearl:
Mystic Maya said, "Ask my sis," didn't she?
Phoenix:
"Sis"...? What does she mean by that...?
Come on, Phoenix! *sigh* You're a hopeless one...
Phoenix:
Um, s-sorry... ...Ack!! Mia!
Mia:
I have a message from Maya, so come, ask me anything you want about her.
Examine
Anywhere
Phoenix:
What's going on with Maya is the most important thing right now! I should talk with Mia...
Talk
Maya's situation
Phoenix:
How's Maya!?
Mia:
She's safe... for now. That kidnapper is one to keep his word, it seems.
Phoenix:
I'm glad to hear she's safe... But Mia, how did you know...?
Mia:
As soon as she was locked up, Maya called for me. I read the note she left... Then I gathered as much information about her surroundings as I could.
Phoenix:
(I didn't know you could use spirit channeling like this... Pretty smart of her...)
The kidnapper
Phoenix:
The kidnapper! What's he like!?
Mia:
I don't know... Apparently, Maya went to answer a phone call at the hotel and was drugged there...
Phoenix:
And!?
Mia:
She didn't see the face of her attacker.
Phoenix:
Argh...
Present
Anything
Mia:
Sorry, but I don't have time to answer your questions.
Phoenix:
(Yeah... And we should be worrying about Maya right now...)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Mia:
Maya is locked up in a very dark place right now. I'll tell you everything I heard when I was with her.
Phoenix:
When you were with her...
Date: ??? Time: ???Location: ???
Maya:
Nnngh... I'm starving... I could really go for some apple pie... I mean, at a time like this, sweets are the only way to go! I have to stay positive! He promised he wasn't going to kill me! I'm not going to die! (Sis... I wonder if you're with Nick right now...)
Examine
Bottles
Maya:
What's this...? It feels like there are a lot of glass bottles here. And these... They feel like barrels. I'll pass... Too bad I'm really hungry, and not really thirsty.
Boxes
Maya:
There's all sorts of things piled up here... But it's too dark to see.
Door
Maya:
Drat, it's locked. (Hmm, but this door's lock seems easy enough to open...) On TV, the hero always uses a plastic card or a stiff piece of cardboard... ...Then "click", they magically open the door. (I wonder if there's a card like that around here I could use...)
Card
Maya:
Huh? Someone dropped a card here... It kinda looks like... a business card... But there's no name on it. Hmm... It's a picture of a seashell, I think... What a strange card.
Anywhere else
Maya:
I can't see very well in this darkness, but it doesn't seem like there's anything there...
Move
Maya:
If I don't do something to the door first, I don't think I'll be "moving" anywhere...
(Examining door and card leads to:)
Maya:
Ah! That's it! This shell card! If I use this, maybe I can get the door open! This might be my key out of here! I had a feeling this card might be useful... I'm such a genius! Alright. Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Kidnapper...
...*click*...
Maya:
(I did it!) OK... Now I'm getting the heck out of here! (I shouldn't keep Nick waiting... Or worried.)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Farewell, My Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
March 22, 9:47 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Engarde:
Adrian did it...?
Phoenix:
...That's what it looks like.
Engarde:
Dude, no way! That woman couldn't do anything like that.
Phoenix:
In court today, there will be a mountain of evidence that will implicate you.
Engarde:
A mountain of evidence...?
Phoenix:
I'm certain there is someone out there trying very hard to pin this whole thing on you.
Engarde:
Please, Mr. Lawyer! Dude, like I said yesterday... I'm "refreshing like a spring breeze", alright? I can't let any sort of scandal ruin that.
Phoenix:
I understand...
???:
Well, it's almost time.
Phoenix:
Mia...
Mia:
We must get a complete acquittal today.
Phoenix:
I know... I can't focus on Maya's situation right now. ...Or Pearls' either. No matter what, I have to focus on winning this case by the end of the day!
Mia:
Indeed. Well, let's get going!
...*beep beep beep*...
Phoenix:
(It's him!)
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
This is Wright!
???:
Good morning. This is it, Mr. Attorney; the day of the trial.
Phoenix:
Maya... She's unharmed, right!?
???:
Well... When I checked on her earlier this morning, she seemed a bit, how shall we say, tired.
Phoenix:
...!
???:
Don't worry. People don't die that easily. Besides, what you really should be concentrating on, is winning today's trial.
Phoenix:
G...Grrrr...
???:
For myself, you must win today's trial. Which is why... I sent you a little present this morning.
Phoenix:
Present? What in the world would you want to give me!?
???:
You'll figure it out once the trial opens... even if you don't "like" my gift... I expect you to graciously accept it, and win the day's contest... If you please.
Phoenix:
Wait!
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
(The kidnapper sent me a "present"...?)
Engarde:
Mr. Lawyer dude? Who was that...?
Phoenix:
Ah, um... No one. It has nothing to do with you, so forget you heard anything!
Engarde:
...Dude, did your nose just get longer?
March 22, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Matt Engarde. Are the prosecution and defense ready?
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
... I say! Mr. Wright! What happened to Ms. von Karma!?
Phoenix:
I-I don't know, Your Honor! (Why are you getting mad at me!?)
Bailiff:
...Your Honor!
Judge:
Please be quiet, bailiff. Court is in session. If you must tell me something, please keep it brief. Now then, what is it?
Bailiff:
Prosecutor... Prosecutor von Karma has... This morning, Ms. von Karma was shot by an unknown gunman!
Judge:
... WWWWWWWHAT!?
Phoenix:
Sh-Shot!?
Mia:
Somehow... I think this is the "present" that man was talking about.
Phoenix:
His "present"...!
Mia:
Ms. von Karma is one of the top prosecutors in the country at the moment. If she disappeared... This would be to your "advantage".
Phoenix:
(Th-This... This is totally insane!) M-Ms. von Karma! Is she alright!?
Judge:
I don't have that answer! ...
???:
She's alive and in stable condition.
Judge:
That's good... Phew. ... ...! Y-Y-You're...
Phoenix:
(I thought he'd show up...)
Edgeworth:
...Your Honor... Due to the circumstances, Ms. Franziska von Karma can not appear in court today. I, Miles Edgeworth, will be taking her place. The prosecution is ready... naturally.
Edgeworth:
Ms. von Karma was shot in her right shoulder, and is currently undergoing surgery. Luckily, I have looked this case over and am familiar with the details. The prosecution seeks to prove the guilt of Mr. Matt Engarde.
Judge:
Th-The court acknowledges the prosecution.
Edgeworth:
...Wright. I finally found the answer I was struggling for on my long journey this past year. By the time this case comes to an end, you too, will know the answer.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
Now then, the prosecution would like to call its first witness... Please bring Detective Gumshoe to the witness stand!
Edgeworth:
Witness, your name and occupation.
Gumshoe:
My name's Dick Gumshoe, sir. I'm a detective down at the precinct... for now.
Judge:
"For now"...?
Gumshoe:
After this trial's over... I'm supposed to turn in my badge, sir.
Phoenix:
(D-Detective Gumshoe...)
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has no need for a depressed witness. Lift your head up and face forward like a proud officer, Detective Dick Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Now, let's have your testimony. If we want to explore the various facets of this case, we must start with that.
Mia:
Get ready, Phoenix. This is going to be one very rough fight.
Phoenix:
Yeah... It would have to be with Edgeworth as my opponent.  (The answer he was "struggling" for... Interesting... Show me this "answer" you finally found, Edgeworth...)
Witness Testimony
-- Bare Facts of the Case --
Gumshoe:
This murder happened after the Hero of Heroes award ceremony, sir.
The victim, Juan Corrida, was found dead in his hotel room.
After looking into the cause of death, we believe he was definitely murdered, sir.
At first, we thought there was something suspicious about the empty guitar case.
However, we later found out that the guitar case had nothing to do with the murder.
Judge:
Hmm... After the award ceremony ended, the victim was alone in his room...?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Both the victim and defendant went alone to their rooms, sir.
Judge:
I see. Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Bare Facts of the Case --
Gumshoe:
This murder happened after the Hero of Heroes award ceremony, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Would you please give us a brief timeline of what happened after the ceremony?
Gumshoe:
OK, pal. The ceremony started at 6 PM. It ended around 8 PM... and then there was a short break. A special post-ceremony show was supposed to start in the lobby 30 minutes later.
Phoenix:
And that's when the victim's body was found, correct?
Edgeworth:
Which is to say, the murder occurred during that thirty minute break period.
Judge:
Hmm... Please continue with your testimony, Detective.
Gumshoe:
The victim, Juan Corrida, was found dead in his hotel room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The person who discovered the victim's body was Adrian Andrews, correct?
Gumshoe:
...Yeah.
Judge:
Who is this "Adrian Andrews" you're talking about?
Gumshoe:
She's the defendant, Matt Engarde's, manager. She's a really pretty lady... sir.
Judge:
Ah, so she's a pretty lady... I wonder if she will grace us with her presence...
Gumshoe:
When the post-ceremony show was about to start, she went to get Mr. Engarde. After visiting his room, she next went to the victim's room to get him for the show, sir.
Judge:
I see... And that's when she found the victim's body...
Gumshoe:
After looking into the cause of death, we believe he was definitely murdered, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The cause of death... Wasn't that because Mr. Corrida was stabbed in the chest...?
Gumshoe:
Only a careless amateur would believe something so brainless as that, pal. Take a good, hard look at the crime photo. Now, a real pro's attention would be drawn here, to this bandana.
Judge:
Mmm... "Banana"...
Gumshoe:
Um, his "bandana", sir... That's the thing wrapped tightly around his neck, sir.
Judge:
Ah, yes, yes. I see. His banana-scented bandana.
Phoenix:
Then, what about the knife...?
Gumshoe:
It seems to have been stuck in the victim's chest on purpose after his death.
Judge:
Hmm... We have a crafty murderer on our hands here.
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
At first, we thought there was something suspicious about the empty guitar case.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And why did you think that?
Gumshoe:
Because it was empty, pal. The Jammin' Ninja doesn't go anywhere without his bright red guitar. And we couldn't find it anywhere at the scene of the crime.
Judge:
Oh! Then how about this theory! A fan really wanted the guitar and did the crime to get it! How's that!?
Gumshoe:
Um, we thought of that too... But...
Phoenix:
But...?
Gumshoe:
The only fingerprints on the guitar case were the victim's.
Phoenix:
Only the victim's, huh...?
Judge:
Hmm... I see. Ah, so much for my theory then...
Guitar Case updated in the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
However, we later found out that the guitar case had nothing to do with the murder.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What convinced you it had nothing to do with the case?
Gumshoe:
The guitar wasn't at the Gatewater Hotel that night.
Judge:
Well then, where was it?
Gumshoe:
The bright red guitar was eventually found at the TV studio. The victim, Juan Corrida, had apparently only taken the case with him, sir.
Judge:
So you mean he forgot to put the guitar inside the case...?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir. Even when he was onstage for the ceremony, he didn't have his guitar.
Phoenix:
So that guitar case was empty even before he got to the hotel...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's right. So it really had nothing to do with the case after all.
Judge:
Hmm...
Mia:
Our first order of business should be to gather more info from his testimony.
Phoenix:
But there might be a trap set up for us somewhere...
Mia:
Maybe. However, setting off traps is a part of a lawyer's job too.
Phoenix:
If you say so...
Mia:
Of course, we're supposed to escape from them too, wouldn't you say?
(Pressing third, fourth and fifth statements leads to:)
Edgeworth:
I believe that is enough. First, the victim was choked to death with his bandana. Then, after the victim was dead, the killer deliberately stabbed him with a knife.
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Which brings me to my next point. Why then, did the police arrest Matt Engarde...? Because there was reason enough to suspect him.
Phoenix:
(Here it comes... Looks like Edgeworth's back in full swing...)
Judge:
Very well. Detective Gumshoe, please testify about this matter.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Witness Testimony
-- Why Arrest Engarde? --
Gumshoe:
Matt Engarde and Juan Corrida were huge rivals with each other.
They each thought the other guy was "in his way". That's motive enough in my book.
As for evidence... There's the Jammin' Ninja's button.
It was ripped off of the ninja costume and was found in Mr. Engarde's "hakama".
The defendant's fingerprints were also all over the knife.
The defendant bought the knife for the crime... Which makes this a premeditated murder!
Judge:
Hmm... So the defendant's fingerprints were found on the knife used in the stabbing.
Gumshoe:
It was sort of sticky on the handle, so the fingerprints came out pretty clearly, sir.
Knife added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
...And there's this button.
Judge:
That was found in the defendant's clothes, was it? Hmm... And is this button also covered in blood...?
Gumshoe:
Yes, and we know that the blood on it is the victim's blood, sir.
Phoenix:
What!?
Jammin' Ninja's Button added to the Court Record.
Judge:
All of this points very clearly to the defendant, doesn't it?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it most certainly does, Your Honor. Ready to give in yet, Wright?
Phoenix:
Hmph! I'll find the hole in your argument somehow!
Edgeworth:
You can press as hard as you'd like. Just hurry up with your usual pointless questions.
Phoenix:
Grrrrrrrrr...
Cross Examination
-- Why Arrest Engarde? --
Gumshoe:
Matt Engarde and Juan Corrida were huge rivals with each other.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But in terms of popularity, Mr. Engarde won, did he not?
Gumshoe:
...Yeah. But you know what's ironic, pal? Juan Corrida was always one step behind Mr. Engarde in everything. This year it seemed like he'd finally caught up, ready for the big, final showdown.
Phoenix:
But Mr. Corrida lost the Grand Prix in the end...
Judge:
That is too bad... He must have been pretty downhearted after losing.
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
They each thought the other guy was "in his way". That's motive enough in my book.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait just one second here! Mr. Engarde was beating Mr. Corrida in the popularity polls!
Gumshoe:
Well, yeah, I guess, but...
Phoenix:
Which means that in the defendant's eyes, the victim was not a rival at all! Which means he had no motive to kill at all!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, I quite agree. Well, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Um, it's not... Well... I guess if you put it that way, then yeah, the defendant would've had no motive...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Detective. I'm beginning to see why you were fired.
Gumshoe:
Eh!? N-No! Not you too, Mr. Edgeworth, sir! That's...
Edgeworth:
I look forward to your pension negotiations.
Gumshoe:
N-N-N-NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Now, now, Detective. Let's continue with the testimony.
Gumshoe:
*sniffle* Noooo... Not my poor pension too...
Edgeworth:
Detective! If you value your money, I suggest you proceed!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir! We can talk about my pension later, sir!
Phoenix:
(Um, what about what I was saying...? Hello? Anyone...?)
Gumshoe:
As for evidence... There's the Jammin' Ninja's button.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Do you have any proof that button belonged to the victim?
Gumshoe:
Huh? What do you mean, pal?
Phoenix:
Oh. Umm, let me put it this way... I'm asking you if you have any evidence to back up your claim that, "this button was ripped off of the Jammin' Ninja's costume".
Gumshoe:
Huh? But can't you tell by just looking at it?
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
A-And the victim's blood is on it.
Phoenix:
Anyone could have smeared that blood on there afterward.
Gumshoe:
... M-M-Mr. Edgeworth... Help me... sir!
Phoenix:
(Alright! I knew it had to be this piece of evidence. Now to reel this one in...)
Edgeworth:
...Thread.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
The button was attached to the costume by thread, obviously. And that thread snapped when the button was torn off. If you match up the ends of the thread on the costume with the thread on the button... it's a perfect match.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's it! They're a perfect match, pal!
Phoenix:
Urk.
Mia:
That's Edgeworth for you. Never misses a beat.
Gumshoe:
It was ripped off of the ninja costume and was found in Mr. Engarde's "hakama".
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
When was this button found?
Gumshoe:
Pretty soon after the body was found, we rounded up everyone who knew Mr. Corrida. And then we did a search on them all. That's when we found the button.
Judge:
Hmm... So it was almost immediately after the murder...
Edgeworth:
The police didn't have the free time to lollygag and play tricks, unlike some people...
Phoenix:
(Hey! What is he trying to say about me here?)
Gumshoe:
The defendant's fingerprints were also all over the knife.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How were the fingerprints arranged on the knife?
Gumshoe:
Huh? What do you mean, pal?
Phoenix:
By examining the fingerprints, you can determine how the defendant held the knife. For example, did he hold it normally, or overhand...?
Gumshoe:
Oh! Is that what you meant!? Well, we didn't actually think of that...
Phoenix:
(I can't believe the bumbling of this department...)
Edgeworth:
...Hopeless. Were you paying attention to the testimony, Wright? The defendant's fingerprints were "all over" the knife. There is no way to determine how the knife was held at the moment of the murder.
Judge:
Hmm... So is the defendant the owner of this knife, then?
Gumshoe:
The defendant bought the knife for the crime... Which makes this a premeditated murder!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
There is no way this was a premeditated murder, even if he bought the knife!
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal. This isn't just some pocket knife. It's not really useful for anything, and you can't just walk around with it either.
Phoenix:
(Argh. Well, this is not good... If the prosecution can prove it was a premeditated murder, we're done for...)
Mia:
...Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Mia:
There's something very interesting about what the detective said just now. Think carefully, before it's too late.
Present Knife
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait a second!"
Phoenix:
(A button covered in the victim's blood... And a knife with Engarde's fingerprints!)
Mia:
Be grateful. If the judge were more rash, he would've already pounded his gavel in closing.
Phoenix:
We're still in a world of trouble...
Mia:
Well, before any battle, you must find your enemy's weakness. So let's find the weakness in this testimony, no matter how small it may be, OK Phoenix?
Phoenix:
Wait a second!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What?
Phoenix:
So the basis of your argument that this was a premeditated murder is simply that my client "bought a knife beforehand"?
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal. The defendant...
Phoenix:
...Did not buy this knife.
Gumshoe:
H-Huh!?
Phoenix:
Take a good look at the handle of this knife, and you'll know what I'm talking about.
Gumshoe:
...Huh?
Judge:
It has a "Gatewater" seal set into the handle...
Gumshoe:
"Gatewater"...? I think I've heard that name somewhere before.
Phoenix:
That's the name of the hotel. The Gatewater Hotel.
Gumshoe:
... Uh oh.
Phoenix:
The murder knife was actually property of the hotel! Which means this murder was not premeditated!
Judge:
Yes, that is very true! This is a very big...
Edgeworth:
Heh heh heh...
Judge:
Wh-What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but the defense is simply too careless.
Phoenix:
What!?
Edgeworth:
I think whether the crime was premeditated or not... has already been determined.
Phoenix:
H-How so!?
Edgeworth:
I admit this knife is hotel property. There is no one currently on the police force that is dumb enough not to realize this.
Gumshoe:
...But I didn't kn... Oh... *whimper*
Edgeworth:
The question is... Where did this knife come from?
Judge:
Wh-Why that's obvious! It came from the victim, Mr. Corrida's room...
Edgeworth:
Sorry, Your Honor, but that is incorrect. The victim ate a last meal before he was murdered. With that being the case... I would like to draw the court's attention to what is on top of the table.
Judge:
There is a knife and a fork on the table! Then... Where in the world did this knife come from!?
Edgeworth:
If it pleases the court... I would like for us to recall the room of the defendant, Mr. Matt Engarde. Especially what was on top of his table... There is something missing... Perhaps, it is a single knife? We investigated the leftover dishes for fingerprints, and while we were investigating, we came to the conclusion that Mr. Matt Engarde's knife was missing.
Phoenix:
Urk...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Engarde had gone to the victim's room with the knife he had used during dinner. Why would he carry a knife on a visit? To kill, of course. And with that, I believe the prosecution has proven... This was a premeditated murder.
Judge:
Amazing, Mr. Edgeworth. Absolutely brilliant. A brilliantly clear deduction.
Mia:
It seems like Edgeworth had this planned from the very beginning...
Phoenix:
(This must be one of those "traps", and I just walked headlong into it!)
Judge:
A murder weapon with fingerprints, and a button from the victim's costume. There is quite a sizable amount of evidence here.
Edgeworth:
I can safely say that any further deliberation is a waste of Your Honor's time. Although... I wouldn't mind if the defense were to present evidence not yet shown to the court.
Phoenix:
(Evidence not yet shown...?)
Mia:
He means evidence that the court hasn't seen yet. In other words, new evidence.
Judge:
What does the defense have to say about this, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Um, well...
Mia:
Phoenix. The judge is favoring the prosecution right now. If we answer with something wrong here...
Phoenix:
(That gavel of his will be ringing out to the sound of our defeat!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, do you have something important and necessary to present to this court?
Actually, I do.
Leads to:
"There's one..."
No, not right now.
Phoenix:
(This has to be another trap! Better if I don't say anything than risk throwing out a bad piece of evidence.)
Judge:
Looks like the defense isn't saying a peep on this one.
Edgeworth:
Which means this court is adjourned.
Mia:
Phoenix! We will lose this case if you give up here! So you had better show the judge something! Quick!
Phoenix:
(Slow down! We all know I have a tendency to be wrong more than... I can't even say it!)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"There's one..."
Phoenix:
There's one...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
One piece of evidence that catches my attention. Something that this court has yet to see!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will say this one more time. I do not feel this trial needs to continue at all. ... However, I am giving you one chance... and only one.
Edgeworth:
What the judge is saying, Wright, is don't try pulling one of your usual bluffs here.
Phoenix:
(If I mess this up, it's curtains for all of us!)
Judge:
You may now present one, and only one piece of evidence. Now then, what is this important evidence that you must show to the court?
Present Wine Glass
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This... is a wine glass, is it not?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, Wright, but this time, your bluffing steered you wrong.
Judge:
I can see nothing strange about this piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
W-Wait!
Judge:
I am a man of my word, Mr. Wright!
Infinite penalty
Judge:
This... is a wine glass, is it not?
Phoenix:
Please look at the photo of the crime scene one more time! The scene is a mess because of the victim's struggle against his assailant. The vase was broken, his makeup is all over the floor... These were all things that were at one point, sitting on top of the dresser.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, yes, I see your point.
Phoenix:
However! This glass that is sitting on top of the dresser is mysteriously untouched. The only thing that had not fallen over along with everything else is this wine glass! This piece of evidence is more than strange enough to warrant further consideration!
Judge:
...
Gumshoe:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
W-Well? What do you all have to say...?
Judge:
Ah, well, yes, it is a little peculiar...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, isn't it!? I thought it was!
Judge:
You can stop looking at me with those puppy dog eyes of yours now. Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
What is it, Your Honor?
Judge:
Your opinion...
Edgeworth:
...You don't need my opinion. Because there is no special meaning to that glass.
Phoenix:
...What!?
Edgeworth:
It's safe to say that the glass was set there after the crime took place. By the person who discovered the body, Adrian Andrews, for example. She could have easily been so shocked that she set the glass down without thinking.
Judge:
Hmm... That does sound very plausible. Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Could Ms. Andrews really have set that glass down without thinking...?)
It's possible.
Phoenix:
(It's possible that is what happened. There's nothing that points to Ms. Andrews not being the one who set the cup down. And if I raise an objection here, that would only make the judge slam his gavel down...)
Mia:
You can't think like that, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Mia...
Mia:
Right now, you're hanging on by a very thin thread. Anything else you can grab onto right now is better than nothing!
Phoenix:
(So in other words, push as far as we can go...)
Leads to:
"The defense would like to challenge the prosecution's theory."
There's no way.
Phoenix:
(If I appear weak here, the trial is over. I can look for my proof later! For now, I should trust my instinct and point with certainty!)
Mia:
They just might fall for it, if you're thought-provoking enough!
Leads to:
"The defense would like to challenge the prosecution's theory."
Phoenix:
The defense would like to challenge the prosecution's theory. We would like to see something that proves it was Ms. Andrews who set the cup on the table!
Judge:
Hmm... You've turned the situation on its head yet again, as usual. Mr. Edgeworth. Do you have any proof to back up your claim?
Phoenix:
(There's no way he has any. He's just bluffing!)
Edgeworth:
Unlike Mr. Wright, I never say anything unless I have the evidence to support it.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
You're not thinking hard enough today, Wright. Did you think this wine glass escaped my notice?
Phoenix:
Th-Then...
Edgeworth:
Of course it has been thoroughly inspected... for fingerprints.
Phoenix:
Fingerprints...
Edgeworth:
There were only one set of fingerprints left on this wine glass.
Judge:
Only one? Well, whose were they!?
Edgeworth:
They were not the victim's nor the defendant's. Rather, they were of one Adrian Andrews.
Phoenix:
WHAT!?
Wine Glass updated in the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
That is why I said that the person who had discovered the body had left it there. Are we done here, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Grrr! I can't believe I fell into another trap!)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Andrews was probably holding the glass when she went to see Mr. Corrida. But upon seeing his dead body, she was stunned, and set the glass down on the dresser.
Judge:
Hmm... What you just said makes a lot of sense.
Edgeworth:
Tsk tsk tsk... Now do you see, Wright? You can't change any part of my scenario as it explains everything all too well.
Phoenix:
Grrr!
Edgeworth:
I've thought long and hard this past year about what it means to be a "prosecutor". And from here on out, I will show you the answer I have come to discover!
Judge:
W-Wait a second... Mr. Edgeworth! I think the prosecution has provided enough evidence for me to enter my verdict...
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, I can not allow you to pass judgment yet. The prosecution has yet another witness we would like the court to hear from.
Phoenix:
"Another witness"...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Bailiff! Please bring in the next witness!
Mia:
What in the world is Mr. Edgeworth thinking?
Edgeworth:
Now then, witness, please state your name and occupation...
Oldbag:
...
Edgeworth:
... Witness! Your name and occupation, please!
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Edgeworth:
Uurrngh!
Oldbag:
...Heh. G.O.T.C.H.A!
Edgeworth:
Grrrrrrrrr...
Phoenix:
(I wonder what happened to that calm composure he had earlier...)
Oldbag:
Oh, Edgey-boy! It's been what, a year since we last met, hasn't it? You should be more happy to see me!
Edgeworth:
I saw the report with her testimony, but who knew that under that helmet... it was the wicked witch of the witness stand!?
Oldbag:
I tell you, this time I know what I'm supposed to do! So today, I'm going to tell you anything and everything! Even things that don't have to do with that terrible crime.
Judge:
Ms... Witness... "That terrible crime" is all this court needs to know.
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Judge:
Oof!
Oldbag:
Shush! I'm talking to my dear Edgey-Wedgey right now! Don't interrupt us, gramps!
Judge:
Yes, madam.
Edgeworth:
No no no, please, by all means interrupt her! Please! *ahem* Anyway, witness, your testimony please.
Oldbag:
It's true what they say that youth are hotheaded nowadays. Not that I mind at all, Edgey. Now then, what should I start with...?
Edgeworth:
The witness was on security detail at the hotel on the night of the murder. Is this correct, Ms. Oldbag?
Oldbag:
It was a great job being able to see my dearie Juan! It was almost too much for my little heart to handle!
Judge:
You mean... You were a fan of the victim?
Oldbag:
Look, everyone is crazy over that Engarde, saying he's cute in a fresh way, or something. But not me! I wouldn't say anything so silly. After all, I have no interest in a little child like him. I'm only interested in a real man: Juan Corrida!
Phoenix:
(Um... But those two were the same age...)
Oldbag:
Anyway, as I was saying, I was pacing in front of his room that night.
Edgeworth:
Very well. Please tell the court what you witnessed the night of the murder.
Oldbag:
Leave it to me, Edgey-poo!
Witness Testimony
-- What You Witnessed --
Oldbag:
Anyway, after the ceremony, I went to pace around in the hallway in front of his room.
There was something I was interested in finding out, you know...
Well, since I was on the job, I made sure to keep a good eye out the whole time.
That's when someone showed up! It was a man coming out of poor Juan's room.
It was Engarde. Matt Engarde. He was trying to sneak his way out of Juan's room!
Judge:
Hmm... So Mr. Engarde came out from the victim's room...
Oldbag:
See! It has to be him! He's the murderer!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
I see. Well, Mr. Wright. You may begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- What You Witnessed --
Oldbag:
Anyway, after the ceremony, I went to pace around in the hallway in front of his room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag, what was your post on that night?
Oldbag:
The lobby. I was supposed to help set up the stage for that trifling show. But I refused to help, I'll have you know. It was for that Lead-headed Samurai's show. Heh, I even took out a few of the nails.
Phoenix:
(Maybe it was a good thing the show didn't go on...)
Oldbag:
Besides, that manager with the glasses seemed to be working hard at it without me. So I thought I'd take a break and spread my wings a little.
Phoenix:
And that's when you went to hang around the victim's door?
Oldbag:
There was something I was interested in finding out, you know...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Something you were "interested" in? And just what was that?
Oldbag:
It's not some little thing I can just go around telling everyone, you know. It's top secret, between me and Juan. Ah, and Edgey, of course.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. What is this thing she was "interested" in...?
Edgeworth:
I have no idea. I despise gossip, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
("Gossip"...?)
Edgeworth:
If this has something to do with the case, then you can append it to your testimony.
Mia:
It looks like we shouldn't force it right now.
Judge:
Hmm... And did the witness stay in the vicinity of the victim's door the entire time?
Oldbag:
Well, since I was on the job, I made sure to keep a good eye out the whole time.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Oh? Then would you tell us the number of people who went in and out of Mr. Corrida's room?
Oldbag:
I have no idea! I wasn't born so I could count things for those who didn't pay attention in class! That's why ever since I turned 20, I quit keeping track of how old I really am!
Judge:
...Yes, well, that would explain why your age was not recorded in the report.
Edgeworth:
In any case... The witness then saw someone, correct?
Oldbag:
That's when someone showed up! It was a man coming out of poor Juan's room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Who in the world was that!?
Oldbag:
I'm not allowed to say! This sort of information has to be carefully guarded from the masses, sonny. The man that came out of Juan's room... It was... He was...
Judge:
Yes...? He was...?
Oldbag:
... Ah! I'm too scared! I can't say his name out loud!
Phoenix:
(Oh, what I wouldn't give to have Franziska's whip right about now...)
Oldbag:
Well, I guess I can tell you, since he was such a bad boy anyway.
Oldbag:
It was Engarde. Matt Engarde. He was trying to sneak his way out of Juan's room!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You saw my client!? Are you sure about that!?
Oldbag:
Yessey!
Phoenix:
Really?
Oldbag:
Annoying brat! When I say I saw someone, I saw that person!
Phoenix:
(Why do I get a sense of déjà vu? Maybe to avoid a mess like last year, I should delve into this a bit further...)
The person's face
Phoenix:
Please tell the court about the man's face in more detail!
Oldbag:
You don't need me to tell you about his face! That soft, gentle look in his eyes and his effeminate lips! His right eye covered by his silky hair! His sparkling, shining teeth!
Phoenix:
His teeth were... shining?
Oldbag:
Well, he's shining all around in this week's pin-up poster, dearie.
Phoenix:
... This week's pin-up...? Why do you... I mean! I don't care how he looks in this week's issue! Please stay with what you saw that night!
Oldbag:
What? Engarde's face is the same no matter where it is, right, you whippersnapper!?
Judge:
So, Mr. Wright. Was this testimony just now important or relevant in any way?
Phoenix:
Hmm...
It was not important.
Phoenix:
I guess it really wasn't that important after all.
Judge:
*sigh* Mr. Wright, do you know why we say time is valuable? If not, I suggest you learn.
Oldbag:
You've wasted three minutes of this woman's youth. That's more valuable than gold to me!
Phoenix:
(And my intelligence seems to have reverted to that of a toddler...)
It was very important.
Phoenix:
Of course it was important, Your Honor!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Then perhaps you would like to point out what part of that testimony was important!
Phoenix:
You don't really have to put it that way to get me to say...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. There is something much more valuable than a person's pride. And that is "time". Please don't waste this court's precious time with worthless questions!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor... (I think I just wasted his good favor...)
What the person was carrying
Phoenix:
What was the man you saw carrying?
Oldbag:
In which hand? His right or his left?
Phoenix:
Um...
Oldbag:
Ah, now this is a real mess. I mean, I can't be expected to answer such a vague question!
Judge:
Indeed. Please be more specific with your question, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... What was the man you saw carrying in his right hand?
Oldbag:
Ah, he wasn't carrying anything in that hand.
Phoenix:
Then how about his left?
Oldbag:
Empty.
Phoenix:
... (Well, this whole thing has been a lot of nothing...)
Judge:
So, Mr. Wright. Was this testimony just now important or relevant in any way?
Phoenix:
Hmm...
It was not important.
Phoenix:
I guess it really wasn't that important after all.
Judge:
*sigh* Mr. Wright, do you know why we say time is valuable? If not, I suggest you learn.
Oldbag:
You've wasted three minutes of this woman's youth. That's more valuable than gold to me!
Phoenix:
(And my intelligence seems to have reverted to that of a toddler...)
It was very important.
Phoenix:
Of course it was important, Your Honor!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Then perhaps you would like to point out what part of that testimony was important!
Phoenix:
You don't really have to put it that way to get me to say...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. There is something much more valuable than a person's pride. And that is "time". Please don't waste this court's precious time with worthless questions!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor... (I think I just wasted his good favor...)
The person's clothes
Leads to:
"Please tell the court about the man's clothes in more detail!"
Phoenix:
Please tell the court about the man's clothes in more detail!
Oldbag:
What a troublesome man you are. Really, as if something like that matters.
Phoenix:
But it does.
Oldbag:
Um... Now what was it... Oh, yes, it was that thing.
Phoenix:
What thing?
Oldbag:
That gaudy thing he's always wearing. That racing jacket.
Phoenix:
(Ah, he was wearing that at the detention center too...)
Oldbag:
That thing's meant for nothing but seducing women out of their pantaloons! Hmph! Men!!
Phoenix:
Um, right...
Judge:
So, Mr. Wright. Was this testimony just now important or relevant in any way?
Phoenix:
Hmm...
It was not important.
Phoenix:
I guess it really wasn't that important after all.
Judge:
*sigh* Mr. Wright, do you know why we say time is valuable? If not, I suggest you learn.
Oldbag:
You've wasted three minutes of this woman's youth. That's more valuable than gold to me!
Phoenix:
(And my intelligence seems to have reverted to that of a toddler...)
It was very important.
Leads to:
"Of course it was important, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
Of course it was important, Your Honor!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Then perhaps you would like to point out what part of that testimony was important!
Phoenix:
Don't you see it, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I request what the witness said about the jacket be appended to her testimony.
Judge:
Hmm... I don't quite see where you're going with this, but alright. Witness, please...
Oldbag:
Ah well, I don't like to badmouth anyone without reason, but if I must...
Add statement:
"He was wearing his flashy racing jacket. Honestly, it's all just for show."
Press (after sixth statement is added)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You saw my client!? Are you sure about that!?
Oldbag:
Yessey!
Phoenix:
Really?
Oldbag:
Annoying brat! When I say I saw someone, I saw that person!
Phoenix:
(Guess I'm going to have to press a little harder on this one... There's got to be some sort of huge contradiction I can find here...)
Oldbag:
He was wearing his flashy racing jacket. Honestly, it's all just for show.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure the defendant was wearing a racing jacket?
Oldbag:
What do you think? It's not like I've seen him in anything other than that horrible thing. I'm sure he was wearing it!
Phoenix:
(She is so sure of herself that it's to the point of self-absorption...)
Present Jammin' Ninja's Button
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Oldbag..."
Mia:
She may not remember things or be mistaken here and there, but I don't think she's lying.
Phoenix:
That's bad for us. Really bad.
Mia:
But, that's how the human mind is. It also has the tendency to jump off-topic. She's strayed onto a few interesting side-topics this time too, hasn't she? But that's what makes her a sweet old lady, right?
Phoenix:
(That's because you're not the one who has to question her...)
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag...
Oldbag:
What!? Don't say my name for no reason!
Phoenix:
Do you know what this is?
Oldbag:
Aaaah! It's button number 2 on the Jammin' Ninja's costume!
Phoenix:
(Now I KNOW she's an obsessed fan... She identified it in a single glance!)
Oldbag:
Give it here! Give it here! If you don't give it to me, I'll punish you with this!
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Phoenix:
(Wow... She really is a die-hard fan to want a button covered in blood...) This button was discovered on Mr. Engarde's body during a full body search.
Oldbag:
See! See! This button proves beyond a shadow of a doubt it was that rascal Engarde!
Phoenix:
It was caught up in the pleats of his Nickel Samurai hakama pants.
Oldbag:
See! See! And Engarde is the Nickel Samurai!
Phoenix:
...Witness! Now, it may just be me, and I do have an active imagination, but just now, didn't you say that the defendant... Matt Engarde was wearing his "usual racing jacket"!?
Oldbag:
... ... ... Ah... I'm so sorry. Sorry that you judge people based on what they wear! If I wore the trendiest dress, then maybe you'd think I was the most gorgeous woman ever! But instead, I have to put up with wearing this ridiculous-looking outfit. You'd agree this outfit is hideous, right? I've got a tape recorder stuck on my chest! Lemme tell you, it's HEAVY! So heavy, I wish we would have switched to CDs ages ago! But I'm keeping that dream alive for all those kids out there, I work hard with a smile on my face, don't you understand!? Now, take a look in the mirror. Your clothes are about as interesting as a documentary on curling! You should take a tip or ten from Edgey-poo. Now HE'S got style!
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Judge:
Now hold your tongue still there for one second! So what you saw in actuality, was not Mr. Engarde, the man... but Mr. Engarde, the Nickel Samurai!?
Oldbag:
But when you think about it... They're really one and the same anyway...
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag! This is a very important point we're talking about!
Oldbag:
Edgey-poo! Do you think so too?
Edgeworth:
Well, it might be something worth thinking about.
Phoenix:
Just say, "It's important" and agree with me for a change!
Judge:
Witness! Think carefully and try to remember as much as you can before you testify!
Oldbag:
*sigh* Alright, if you insist.
Phoenix:
(I should be the one sighing, not you!)
Witness Testimony
-- Who I Saw --
Oldbag:
Engarde... Engarde... Yes, now I remember!
The Nickel Samurai, that's right, it was the Nickel Samurai that I saw!
Yes, it would have been convenient for him to wear his costume during the murder.
He had to go to that post-ceremony stage show right after the crime, you know.
So he must've worn that Nickel Samurai costume when he was stabbing poor Juan.
Phoenix:
I... I knew it... I knew you'd say he was inside that costume!
Oldbag:
What? Did you think there could've been someone else inside that costume? Don't be a bad little boy, thinking such rude things.
Phoenix:
But... But the possibility does exist!
Oldbag:
Ah, young'uns today. I told you, there is no way it was anyone else.
Judge:
H-How do you know that?
Oldbag:
Because... I said so. And what I say is the truth.
Phoenix:
(At least she's just as delightful a witness as she was a year ago...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. You may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Who I Saw --
Oldbag:
Engarde... Engarde... Yes, now I remember!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Would you please get on with your testimony!
Oldbag:
Hmph! Watch your language, young man! What sort of tone is that to take with an elder! My youthfulness isn't what it used to be, so you should forgive me for everything! If you keep on barking at me like that, I'll start singing at the top of my lungs!
Phoenix:
Uh, what?
Oldbag:
"A striking figure by the sea, standing all alone is he. He's the Nickel Samurai!"
Phoenix:
(...She's actually singing... Someone help my poor ears.)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. Can you please do something about this racket!?
Edgeworth:
Witness. I'll give you a piece of gum later if you'll be good and stick to just the facts.
Oldbag:
OKAAAAAAAY! ... You promise, right!?
Edgeworth:
Wright. I'll be sending the bill for the chewing gum to your office at a later date.
Phoenix:
(Remind me to send you a thank you note later too, Edgeworth, old chum...)
Oldbag:
The Nickel Samurai, that's right, it was the Nickel Samurai that I saw!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Be a little more careful with your testimony, please! Not too long ago, you said he was wearing his "racing jacket", and now he's not!?
Oldbag:
"Not too long ago"...? Then let me ask you this! When you were itty-bitty, what was your grand dream?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Oldbag:
What did you want to be when you grew up, whippersnapper!?
Phoenix:
My dream, huh...? Well, I... uh, wanted to be Judge Wackner, hero of the Public's Court. So what!?
Oldbag:
See! And look at where you are now! You're not Judge Wackner, are you!? Are you!?
Phoenix:
Well...
Oldbag:
"What I said earlier"... Who puts any weight into things like that!? The "now" is everything! I can't be held responsible for the "past"!
Phoenix:
(Since when did court become theatrics over testimonies?)
Oldbag:
All that matters is that man was inside that costume. Isn't that enough!?
Oldbag:
Yes, it would have been convenient for him to wear his costume during the murder.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And why would that be?
Oldbag:
That way, no one could see his face, of course!
Phoenix:
But there's still no advantage for him that I can see. In fact, you would think the costume would make him stand out all the more!
Oldbag:
... You are such a annoying child, you know that? You disagree with everything I say...
Phoenix:
(Isn't that what YOU'RE always doing to me!?)
Oldbag:
I got it! Maybe it was more troublesome for him to change in and out of his costume!
Oldbag:
He had to go to that post-ceremony stage show right after the crime, you know.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was there anyone else scheduled to appear at the post-ceremony show?
Oldbag:
Well, all the contestants were supposed to go onstage in a friendly gesture thing.
Phoenix:
And that included the Jammin' Ninja...?
Oldbag:
Of course it included him! That's why when Engarde came out of dear Juan's room, I didn't give it a second thought.
Judge:
Hmm... I see.
Oldbag:
Well, anyway.
Oldbag:
So he must've worn that Nickel Samurai costume when he was stabbing poor Juan.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So let me ask you one last time. The person you saw, it really was the Nickel Samurai?
Oldbag:
As showy as ever. Haven't I been saying that from the very beginning!?
Phoenix:
(Can I throw in the towel yet?)
Present Knife
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Please take a look at this."
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Mia:
You don't need to think too hard on this one.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
There's a contradiction in her testimony and it's sitting in plain sight. The question is what that contradiction means for us...
Phoenix:
(Well, I have to figure out what you're talking about first, but OK...)
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this.
Oldbag:
Yeah, so, it's a knife. Big deal. If you're trying to scare me with that, I'll have you know it won't work!
Phoenix:
No no, that's not my intention at all...
Judge:
That's the knife that was used in the murder, correct?
Phoenix:
Your Honor. Do you know why this piece of evidence is important to this case?
Judge:
You don't even have to ask. It's because the defendant's fingerprints are on it.
Edgeworth:
... Is that what you're driving at...?
Phoenix:
That is exactly what I am driving at.
Judge:
What are we driving at? And whose car are we driving?
Phoenix:
If Mr. Engarde was really in the Nickel Samurai costume at the time of the murder, then it's impossible for his fingerprints to have been left on this knife! Actually, he would have wiped all previous fingerprints on this knife right off!
Judge:
Oh, that's right! The Nickel Samurai wears gloves, doesn't he?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
He probably took his gloves off before he began the stabbing!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
And why would he do something like that? To leave his prints on the murder weapon? There is no way he would do something like that!
Edgeworth:
However, there is one possibility!
Phoenix:
Then let's hear your "possibility"!
Edgeworth:
It's very simple. The defendant went to the victim's room while in costume as the Nickel Samurai. At that time, the defendant held no intent to murder. He was probably just going to relax and talk with the victim about the stage show. Which is why he took his gloves off!
Judge:
Hmm... But the murder still did take place...
Edgeworth:
It's well known that the defendant and the victim had bad blood between them.
Judge:
Hmm, yes... I have heard of that... Well, Mr. Wright? What do you have to say about Mr. Edgeworth's theory...?
Phoenix:
(So let me get this straight. Edgeworth's theory goes like this: When the defendant went to the victim's room, he had no intentions of killing him. Now, up to this point, are there any problems with his theory...?)
There are no problems.
Phoenix:
(Argh... I can't see any real problems with his theory...)
Mia:
But if you let Edgeworth's theory stand, then we're one very large step closer to a guilty verdict. Look at the Court Record again and take another shot at it.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I just have to think about it one more time...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please make your decision soon.
Leads back to:
"(So let me get this straight. Edgeworth's theory goes like this:)"
There is a contradiction.
Leads to:
"This theory contradicts something in an earlier testimony!"
Think about it one more time.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I think I need a little more time on this one.)
Leads back to:
"(So let me get this straight. Edgeworth's theory goes like this:)"
Phoenix:
This theory contradicts something in an earlier testimony!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are you babbling about...?
Phoenix:
Now, for argument sake, let's suppose Mr. Engarde was the killer. If that's the case, I think it's impossible for the killer to have gone to the victim's room without intent!
Present Knife
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This knife. This was used by Mr. Engarde at dinner."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Naturally, you point to the one piece with the least value... but with such vigor! Enjoy your energy while you can. Humans don't live forever... Neither do lawyers.
Judge:
You sure like to think you can bluff your way out of things, don't you?
Mia:
Phoenix, pay attention! Let's pretend for a second that Mr. Engarde is the murderer. Now from that angle, if he didn't have a murderous intent from the very beginning, then that means there is a certain object that shouldn't be at the crime scene, right?
Phoenix:
("A certain thing"...? What certain thing...?)
Edgeworth:
How are you doing over there? Busy collecting your thoughts?
Phoenix:
(Alright, let's give this one more try... and with even more spirit this time!)
Leads back to:
"Now, for argument sake, let's suppose Mr. Engarde was the killer."
Phoenix:
This knife. This was used by Mr. Engarde at dinner.
Judge:
Y-Yes, we did establish that.
Phoenix:
Which means that if my client was, in fact, the killer... Then he brought this knife with him when he went to visit Mr. Corrida.
Edgeworth:
I suppose...
Phoenix:
However, you just said it yourself. "At that time, the defendant held no intent to murder." If that were true, then why would he bring a knife!? He wouldn't, would he!?
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Which means, Mr. Edgeworth, your theory was flawed from supposition one! And one more thing! If the murderer was wearing the costume at the time of the murder... Then there should be glove marks left on the knife! Which means the defendant's fingerprints shouldn't be all over it like bees on a hive!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
And that brings me to my final point... This knife was planted by the real killer to hide their identity and mislead us!
Judge:
O-Order! Order, I say! Order in the court!! Was this knife really planted by the killer!? Why would the murderer do such a thing!?
To hide the murder method.
Phoenix:
It's to hide the way in which the murder was carried out, of course!
Edgeworth:
M-More of your nonsense!?
Phoenix:
Take another good look at the autopsy report! The victim actually died from strangulation! The killer tried to hide thisx by stabbing a knife into thex victim's chest!
Judge:
But doesn't the autopsy admit that the cause of death was strangulation?
Phoenix:
Well, yes, the real cause of death was easily discovered...
Edgeworth:
Then I'd say the knife did a terrible job of "concealing" this fact!
Phoenix:
... Aha ha ha...
Edgeworth:
And that laugh doesn't do a very good job of concealing your error either!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I will ask you one more time!
Leads back to:
"Was this knife really planted by the killer!?"
To frame Matt Engarde.
Leads to:
"It's to frame my client, Mr. Engarde, of course!"
Phoenix:
It's to frame my client, Mr. Engarde, of course!
Judge:
To frame...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
A-Aren't you forcing the interpretation just a little too hard on this one!?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But we just established that the witness saw the "Nickel Samurai" in costume, and if that were true, then there shouldn't be a single fingerprint on this knife!
Edgeworth:
Grrrrrrrrr! Witneeeeeesssssss!!
Oldbag:
... Looks like I've made your life a tiny bit more difficult, huh Edgey...?
Edgeworth:
Gnnnnngh...
Judge:
Witness, did you or did you not really see the Nickel Samurai?
Oldbag:
Well, I guess at first I might have forgotten, but...
Phoenix:
Are you saying you mixed up Mr. Engarde with the Nickel Samurai, his character on TV!?
Oldbag:
But I mean, I can't really do anything about that! Look, I was waiting around in front of their doors because, well... Well, I wasn't waiting around for the Nickel Samurai, that's for sure!
Phoenix:
...! (She wasn't waiting for the "Nickel Samurai"...?) Alright then... Who were you waiting around for then?
Oldbag:
... Hmph! That's top secret to anyone outside of security!
Judge:
I have a feeling that you were waiting for Mr. Juan Corrida. Am I correct, witness?
Oldbag:
Ha ha ha. The way you think, you are a sad amateur with a terrible case of near-sightedness.
Judge:
Amateur...? Me...? What am I an amateur of...?
Phoenix:
(So Oldbag was waiting around in front of the victim's room... But it doesn't sound like she was waiting to catch a glimpse of Mr. Corrida...)
Mia:
Maybe... Phoenix! Maybe the old bag was waiting around for "that" person!
Phoenix:
(Hmm, if it's who I think Mia's hinting at... It's certainly possible...) Ms. Oldbag. You were waiting for this person to come out of the victim's room, weren't you?
Present Adrian Andrews profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Who is this person...?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Mia:
What are you talking about, Phoenix!? She could've waited until the next century and this would never have appeared!
Phoenix:
(Ouch... Busted... Guess there's no fooling her.)
Judge:
You two! What do you think you're doing flirting in my courtroom!?
Phoenix:
We weren't doing anything like that... Honest... (Well, back to the drawing board on this one... Oldbag was waiting around in front of the victim's room...)
Leads back to:
"(But it doesn't sound like she was waiting to catch a glimpse of Mr. Corrida...)"
Judge:
Who is this person...?
Phoenix:
This is Adrian Andrews, Mr. Engarde's manager.
Judge:
B-But why would the defendant's manager be in the victim's room...?
Edgeworth:
It seems that this is the latest rumor in circulation, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Hmm... Oh... This is... Well, this is... Hmm, hmm... Hah, I see...
Phoenix:
(The judge seems to be really into the "article"... If it can be called such a thing...)
Judge:
Then this manager with the initials A. A.... Are you saying it's...?
Edgeworth:
Adrian Andrews. Without a doubt, the witness thought so as well.
Oldbag:
... Hmph. Looks like you found me out. Well, that's fine. I can throw away this whole sworn to confidentiality stuff.
Judge:
W-Witness...? What in the world are you...
Mia:
Watch out, Phoenix. I've got a bad feeling about this... A very bad feeling.
Oldbag:
I got some information... Some very secret information from a certain source. So that's why I was doing my own little investigation... In secret, of course.
Judge:
B-But what for...?
Oldbag:
Oh, just for myself... Personal reasons and all that.
Judge:
... Well, Mr. Edgeworth. How will you proceed from here?
Edgeworth:
I really don't want to do this, however I cannot simply let this point slide.
Judge:
I see. Very well then. Witness, please testify about this "secret information".
Oldbag:
Get ready! This is going to take the wind out of you young'uns!
Phoenix:
(I'm sure we're all capable of handling this... Really, it's not like we're ten years old.)
Witness Testimony
-- Secret Information --
Oldbag:
That Engarde is one evil, evil man!
He thought he could ruin poor Juan by causing a huge scandal!
So to do that, he sent his own manager to get in close with Juan!
I cannot condone such dirty tricks! So I took action!
...Oh, and this is top secret, you got that!? Nobode else but you and me know yet, OK?
Judge:
The defendant sent his manager...? What a distasteful topic for this court!
Oldbag:
What!? Nobody's above gossip! And isn't there a saying!? "The truth is never pleasant."
Phoenix:
(Never heard that one before...)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. What about this Adrian Andrews person...?
Edgeworth:
We have looked into this matter, and found that the "truth" the article proposes is, in fact, baseless gossip.
Judge:
Hmm... But should this be true... Then this proves that the defendant did bear ill-will towards the victim.
Phoenix:
(...So this means I have to smash this rumor once and for all.)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. You may cross-examine the witness.
Mia:
Be careful. The old bag seems rather excited right now.
Oldbag:
That's right! Engarde is nothing but your average foul-blooded youth!
Phoenix:
(Well, as the old saying goes... You've gotta burn old bags with fire! Time to fire up the afterburners and hit the highway to the danger zone!)
Cross Examination
-- Secret Information --
Oldbag:
That Engarde is one evil, evil man!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You can't say something like that without proof! That's just slander!
Oldbag:
But it's true! That woman was getting intimate with poor Juan! Look! It says so right here, doesn't it!? "Manager to the stars, Ms. A. A.!"
Phoenix:
But the name of the magazine this came from is "Gossip Land"...
Oldbag:
What? Are you saying that "gossip" is all just a pack of lies? Hmph, what do you know? I suppose next you'll swear to me that the "news" is 100% truth!
Phoenix:
Um...
Oldbag:
Honestly, sonny. You can't discriminate between the news and gossip!
Judge:
Yes, discrimination is bad, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Discriminate? When did I do anything like that?)
Oldbag:
Anyway, Engarde will never get me to say "touché"!
Oldbag:
He thought he could ruin poor Juan by causing a huge scandal!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A scandal...? What do you mean by that?
Oldbag:
You're a dimwitted one, aren't you? I can't believe you don't know what a "scandal" is! Honestly, what are they teaching kids in middle school these days...?
Phoenix:
Ah, no no! I wasn't asking what the word "scandal" means! Even I know that much!
Oldbag:
Well! That Engarde thought he could own a monopoly on popularity!
Oldbag:
So to do that, he sent his own manager to get in close with Juan!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You don't have any proof that Mr. Engarde did any such thing!
Oldbag:
You must be suffering from shock; the shock of hearing the truth. And now, since you're in so much shock, you can't do anything right!
Phoenix:
(You're right, I can't do anything, but boy do I wish I could do something about you.)
Oldbag:
Alright then, sonny, show me what you've got! Can you show me proof that Engarde didn't bear any ill-will towards Juan!?
Present evidence
Phoenix:
I'm not going to let you push me around that easily!
Oldbag:
Heh. There's many a man who've said those exact words and paid dearly for them.
Phoenix:
Maybe you should brace yourself this time! Here is my proof that Mr. Engarde did not hold any ill-will towards the victim!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Oldbag:
...Is that it? You can take it from here, Edgey-poo!
Edgeworth:
EH!? Wh-What are you handing it over to me for!?
Oldbag:
I want you to give that jagged-headed baboon-boy a message for me! Please? Tell him that no matter what he does, the only thing he's good at is failing.
Edgeworth:
Um... What she said, Wright! Or should I say... Baboon-boy!
Judge:
Yes, I agree this isn't much of a piece of evidence... Baboon-boy.
Phoenix:
(Did I just gain a new nickname here...?)
Decline the offer to present
Phoenix:
...I don't have anything to offer.
Oldbag:
Seeeeeee! Just as I thought.
Oldbag:
And you were lecturing me about saying things without proof! You've just given me a free pass to say whatever I want whenever I want, silly boy!
Phoenix:
(Me and my big mouth...)
Oldbag:
That's the way the cookie crumbles. For you, anyway.
Oldbag:
I cannot condone such dirty tricks! So I took action!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, what do you mean by "I took action"...?
Oldbag:
Like I already told you, I was lying in wait close to the crime scene! Once that slimy woman came out of Juan's room... I was going to capture her, and teach her a good lesson. Something you young'uns need!
Judge:
You were going to "teach her a good lesson"...?
Oldbag:
I was going to make her eat the damaging beams of my ray gun! Like this!
Judge:
N-No, stop!
Oldbag:
Well, it was too bad that woman didn't come through the door that night.
Oldbag:
...Oh, and this is top secret, you got that!? Nobode else but you and me know yet, OK?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait!
Oldbag:
What!? I'm a busy woman! Tea time with the kids is over!
Phoenix:
Secret information that no one else knows yet... If that's true, then how do you know this "secret information"!?
Oldbag:
Huh!? Well... That's... because I'm a pro... Yes, that's it...
Phoenix:
...
Oldbag:
I-It's a secret! Even if you drill a hole into my brain, you'll never find out!
Phoenix:
(How in the world did that old bat get such a "secret" piece of information...?)
Press further
Phoenix:
If you don't be a good girl and tell me where you got this secret information... You won't get to go home today!
Oldbag:
Umm... Edgey-boy! What are you doing!? Help me!
Edgeworth:
Eh!? What do I have to do with this!?
Oldbag:
Just do this for me... You'll get your reward.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I don't want your reward, but you don't leave me much of a choice...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The witness could have gotten her information from anywhere! It's even possible that it was spontaneously made up inside the witness' head!
Phoenix:
(And he lectures ME on "reckless blabbering"!?)
Judge:
As long as we don't know where this information came from, it's quite a waste of time to focus on this line of questioning.
Phoenix:
(Where did Oldbag get her inside information...? There has to be something I can use to figure it out!)
Leads back to corss-examination
Present evidence
Phoenix:
So no one else is supposed to know this "secret information" correct? If that's true, then why do you know it, Ms. Oldbag...?
Oldbag:
Wh-Wh-Why are you looking at me like that...? Stop that!
Phoenix:
Witness! I'm sad to say it, but this is how you found out this secret, isn't it!?
Present Lotta's Camera
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The "investigative photographer", Lotta Hart..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You call that "proof"!? It looks more like proof of spite towards the witness! If you have nothing to back up your claims, then they are no more valid than "gossip"!
Judge:
Objection sustained. Witness, please feel free to ignore the defense's gesture of ill-will and continue.
Oldbag:
Okie-dokie! See, nothing can get me down!
Phoenix:
(Great... That did nothing but set me back a few minutes of my life...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Wait and see
Phoenix:
(I should probably think a bit more about this... I don't want to do anything rash... For now, maybe I should sit back and watch how things play out...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Mia:
Sounds like just another tidbit of gossip, doesn't it? But you can't just ignore it either. It makes your client look bad either way.
Phoenix:
(Well, I don't think I heard anything really out of the ordinary just now...)
Mia:
There has to be something we can catch her on...
Phoenix:
(Yeah... And when I find it, I'm going to press the heck out of it...)
Phoenix:
The "investigative photographer", Lotta Hart...
Judge:
Oh yes... I remember that mischievous girl.
Phoenix:
She reported that she had lost a certain note she had written to herself.
Judge:
She reported such a thing...?
Phoenix:
On that piece of paper, she had written down some of her outrageo... er, impressions about the relationship between the victim and Ms. Andrews.
Oldbag:
Wh-What!? Outrageous ideas, you say!?
Phoenix:
No no no, I said impressions.
Oldbag:
Then... Then...! Then everything written on this piece of paper is completely meaningless!
Phoenix:
Ah! That's it! That's the note!
Oldbag:
Ah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Noooo! You see, this is something completely different! This is my top secret list of groceries to buyyyyyyy!!
Judge:
Hmm, then you are the one who took Ms. Hart's note?
Oldbag:
I'm a huuuuuuuge fan of Juan's, that's why! That infamous, puffy-haired whippersnapper... She's working with that evil Engarde! She said so herself! "En garde! I'm his sidekick!" She was so happy, smiling like a silly duck. I was only checking what she had written!
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Oldbag:
... Edgey-poo! You believe me, don't you!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh...
Oldbag:
I was only trying to help out like the angel I am! It's only one little piece of paper! I've never taken anything else before!
Edgeworth:
You really should come with a supply of cheese to match your vintage whine.
Judge:
Well, it was only a piece of paper. I suppose we can overlook this just this once.
Phoenix:
(She looks like she's really sorry... Should I forgive her?)
Pile on more pressure.
Phoenix:
(If I let up on her now, she'll get away... I have to find some way to inflict a deafening blow to the prosecution!)
Leads to:
"Witness!"
Forgive her.
Phoenix:
I guess we should forgive her.
Oldbag:
Hmph! Who the heck are you to decide who should be forgiven, you delinquent!
Phoenix:
Grr... (Number of endearing qualities: ZERO.)
Mia:
Phoenix. You can't go easy on her. She's no frail old lady.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
Mia:
You should be pressing her until she gives in!
Phoenix:
(Mia is really scary today... *gulp*)
Leads to:
"Witness!"
Phoenix:
Witness! You said that the only thing you stole was that note. Is this correct?
Oldbag:
S-S-Stole!? Why don't you listen more carefully, you annoying brat!? I saved this piece of paper from the terrible, lonely trash can! That's all!
Phoenix:
You're lying, dammit! And I can prove it!!
Oldbag:
Are you putting my credibility under scrutiny again!?
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag! I don't believe that the note is the only thing you stole that night!
Present Lotta's Camera
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Oldbag!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. More than the witness' credibility, perhaps you should be worrying about your legal standing, or should I say, falling?
Phoenix:
Um...
Judge:
I'm setting the volume down to low so I won't have to waste my time with your objections!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I never knew the judge had hearing aids... Argh! Now's not the time to be wondering about health conditions! OK, one more try!)
Leads back to:
"You're lying, dammit! And I can prove it!!"
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag! That note was with a camera, inside its case, wasn't it?
Judge:
A camera...?
Phoenix:
Yesterday, Lotta Hart was raising a huge stink over her camera. She kept saying something like, "My sweetie $1,600 camera disappeared on me!"
Judge:
Why... Why... Witness!!
Oldbag:
What is it, gramps?
Phoenix:
If you have the note, then it is only logical that you have the camera too!
Oldbag:
Grr... Looks like you found me out again, sonny... Is this the camera you're looking for?
Phoenix:
Ah, that's...!
Oldbag:
What!? Even though I look like this, I'm still a person, you know! I still eat meals like you, I fall in love... and "borrow" things from people!
Judge:
Um... I think your definition of "borrow" is a little off...
Oldbag:
I saw that woman's business card and that's when I noticed it said, "Slimebag Celebrity Photographer Extraordinaire"! Well, when I saw that, I had to know what sort of pictures she had taken! I'm a professional security guard! It's my business to know these things!
Judge:
Bailiff! Check this camera's photos. Hurry! We must examine them at once!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth... What do we have?
Edgeworth:
There is only one photo that seems to be relevant to this case.
Judge:
Please present it to the court! Th-This is... This is the Nickel Samurai!
Oldbag:
See, I told you! That's the guy I saw!
Judge:
This proves that the witness was not lying earlier about this matter.
Lotta's Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Wh-What does all this mean, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
This photo by itself does not prove that the person in it is the defendant. However! In his own confession, Mr. Engarde clearly stated that... At the time of the murder, he was still in his Nickel Samurai costume!
Judge:
If that is the case, then... this Nickel Samurai is...
Edgeworth:
The defendant.
Judge:
How did it come to this...? I think this brings us to the end. We have examined every piece of evidence thoroughly. Final comments, Mr. Wright? The court will consider them before we close. Do you agree that this photo is decisive evidence against your client?
Phoenix:
(If this photo really is decisive, then we're done for! But if I raise an objection here and blow it, then I would put Maya's life in jeopardy. I can't make a mistake here! There is only one road out of this mess!) This photo that Lotta took... There's...
nothing strange with it.
Phoenix:
There is nothing strange with this photo.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I have done nothing to alter this picture either, in case you're wondering, Wright.
Judge:
I see... And it seems the defense will rest on this matter. In that case, there is no reason to further prolong this trial.
Mia:
Is this really alright with you, Phoenix!?
Phoenix:
W-Well... There's nothing wrong with this photo that I can poi--
Mia:
Try again! Take another good look at it! And if you still don't see anything... Do something... anything to prolong the trial!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Chief! W-Wait, Your Honor!
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Wright? I'm about to enter my verdict. Please address me with your comment afterwards.
Phoenix:
Um, no, I'm sorry, but this can't wait...
Edgeworth:
Oh? Let me guess. You are going to point out some peculiarity with this photo?
Judge:
Wh-What? Why didn't you say so earlier!?
Leads to:
"There's... There's something strange with this photo!"
something strange with it.
Leads to:
"There's... There's something strange with this photo!"
Phoenix:
There's... There's something strange with this photo!
Edgeworth:
I knew this was coming, Wright.
Judge:
Your thoughts, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I think we can all agree there is nothing strange with this photo. There is no way for the defense to debunk this photo, even with a bunker buster.
Judge:
"Debunk with a bunker buster"!? Is that what you're planning to do, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
... Um, anyway, please look at the photo one more time!
Judge:
If you really believe you can honestly find something wrong with this photo, then you should only need one chance, correct...?
Phoenix:
Um... Well... (I have to find something wrong with this photo! I can't let this chance go by! Where in the heck did she take this picture anyway...? It's all out of focus! Why can't she take a good shot, especially when it counts!?)
Judge:
Now then, let's hear your objection. What about this photo is "strange"...?
Present Nickel Samurai's feet
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I would like to direct the court's attention to this one area right here!"
Present Nickel Samurai
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It's this person here, of course!
Judge:
You mean the "Nickel Samurai"? And what is wrong with that?
Phoenix:
At the time of the murder, Mr. Engarde was in his own room! Which means this Nickel Samurai is a fa--
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If you think that's all it takes, you should reconsider your choice of occupation.
Phoenix:
Urk.
Edgeworth:
I think it's about time you retired!
Judge:
Hmm, it looks like there was no problem with this photo after all.
Edgeworth:
The problem was with the brain of that lawyer, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
W-Wait!
Judge:
You are the one who let your last chance fly away from you, Mr. Wright!
Infinite penalty
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The strange thing is somewhere around here! ...I think.
Edgeworth:
"Somewhere"...?
Judge:
"Around here"...?
Mia:
"I think"...?
Phoenix:
A-Am I seeing something you all are not...?
Judge:
Hmm, it looks like there was no problem with this photo after all.
Edgeworth:
The problem was with the brain of that lawyer, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
W-Wait!
Judge:
You are the one who let your last chance fly away from you, Mr. Wright!
Infinite penalty
Phoenix:
I would like to direct the court's attention to this one area right here!
Judge:
Wh-What are you pointing to? His ankles...?
Phoenix:
If you could see this person's ankle, that would be one thing... However you can't.
Judge:
A-And...? What does that mean...?
Phoenix:
The "Nickel Samurai" in this photo could not have been Mr. Engarde!
Judge:
What is the meaning of this!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I wonder if you would care to elaborate... With actual facts, that is.
Phoenix:
Let's take a look at the Nickel Samurai's poster. Please pay particular attention to the area around the bottom of the hakama.
Judge:
His... His socks... You can see his socks...
Phoenix:
Exactly! However, in this photo... The Nickel Samurai is clearly holding his hakama up just to walk!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
There is only one explanation for this! The person inside this costume is clearly much shorter than the defendant! (Alright. I think I've turned things around for myself this time!)
Mia:
That's curious...
Phoenix:
Huh? What is?
Mia:
Edgeworth is unusually calm today...
Phoenix:
That's true...
Mia:
He's just letting the trial run itself; as if he's only along for the ride.
Phoenix:
"Along for the ride"...? What do you mean by that?
Mia:
I can only think that perhaps he doesn't feel under attack at all...
Phoenix:
(He doesn't feel under attack!? Then, he's not taking any damage!?)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth! Where does this leave us!?
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
If the person in this photo is not Matt Engarde... Then everything the prosecution has tried to prove has become meaningless!
Edgeworth:
... Hmm... I thought it would come to this.
Phoenix:
WHAT!?
Edgeworth:
Wright. I have something I want to ask you. I think you have proven that the person inside this costume is not Matt Engarde. In that case... Who IS this a photo of...?
Phoenix:
(Who is the person wearing the Nickel Samurai costume?)
Mia:
Don't stress out over this, Phoenix. It's very simple. What you should be focused on is Edgeworth's attitude, don't you think?
Phoenix:
(Yeah... Why is he so calm...?)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Let's hear your thoughts. Who is the person in this photograph...?
Present Adrian Andrews profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A-Adrian Andrews...?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Are you saying this is who you think was in the costume...?
Phoenix:
Uh... Um... Well, I know there isn't a lot to back me up here, but...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sometimes I wonder about you. Do you just pick the first piece of evidence you see?
Mia:
I can't believe it. I didn't think you would mess up here of all places...
Phoenix:
(Argh... And I really thought I had it!)
Judge:
Now then, would you care to try one more time?
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright. Let's hear your thoughts."
Judge:
A-Adrian Andrews...?
Phoenix:
If you want to know who that Nickel Samurai is, it is none other than this woman!
Edgeworth:
And why would you say it would be Ms. Andrews!? What in the world points you to her?
Phoenix:
For starters, she's short. And, she can freely move in and out of Mr. Engarde's room. Finally, she had dinner with Mr. Engarde that night.
Judge:
And how does that all add up?
Phoenix:
It means that it makes it very easy for her to get a certain item. ...A certain knife with Mr. Engarde's fingerprints all over it!
Judge:
The knife that was used as a murder weapon!
Edgeworth:
Why don't you just say what it is you want, Wright?
Phoenix:
(I have to do this now! This is my last chance to turn things around!) The defense motions to indict Ms. Adrian Andrews in the murder of Juan Corrida! It was Ms. Andrews who tried to frame the defendant for the crime!
Judge:
Order! Order!! ORDER!! It looks like this trial has hit a most unexpected development! Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
This court is issuing a subpoena for Ms. Adrian Andrews! A verdict cannot be passed without first hearing her testimony!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(Alright! This is it...)
Mia:
This... is kind of bad for us.
Phoenix:
Huh? What do you mean?
Mia:
If Adrian Andrews is summoned to court as a witness... It means that the trial will go on for another day.
Phoenix:
One more day...? Ack!! (If I don't get a verdict TODAY, then Maya...!)
Judge:
Now then, we shall set Ms. Andrews' testimony for tomorrow...
Phoenix:
(Wh-What am I supposed to do!? The judge is about to adjourn the court!)
Wait and see
Phoenix:
(I have to do something... The trial must go on! But I don't have anything left... No evidence, no nothing!)
Judge:
Now then, court will adjourn for tod--
???:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"I abhor wasting such valuable time..."
Raise an objection
Judge:
Now then...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Please, Your Honor! Continue the trial! You must pass a verdict today!
Judge:
I can't do that. We cannot hear Ms. Andrews' testimony if she is not--
???:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"I abhor wasting such valuable time..."
Edgeworth:
I abhor wasting such valuable time...
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. I request that you please continue with today's trial.
Judge:
B-But... We cannot continue due to this unexpected development!
Edgeworth:
Tsk, tsk. "Unexpected" development? I think you underestimate me, Your Honor.
Judge:
And what do you mean by that...?
Edgeworth:
That Mr. Phoenix Wright would slave his way to subpoenaing Ms. Adrian Andrews is all happening according to plan... Even if Wright was a bit slow to catch on...
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-Wh... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?
Judge:
What is the meaning of your statement, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Adrian Andrews is currently waiting in the prosecution lobby... She is the next witness.
Phoenix:
...! (Everything... Everything was planned out in advance by that man...?)
Mia:
Somehow, I knew there was no way Edgeworth would overlook Ms. Andrews... Looks like this battle is far from over.
Edgeworth:
Exactly.
Judge:
Very well. We will call the next witness. However... Before we proceed, we shall take a 10 minute recess. Please prepare your witness in that time, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
The court will now take a 10 minute recess.
To be continued.
March 22, 2:14 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Engarde:
Dude! I can't believe that Adrian... No way! Not cool and collected Adrian Andrews!
Phoenix:
She is your manager. It would have been very easy for her to pull this off. The only person who had easy access to the knife you used at dinner was, well... Her.
Engarde:
So after the ceremony, during the break, huh...? I was sleeping like a log the entire time...
Phoenix:
See, she could have also easily planted that blood-covered button in your hakama.
Engarde:
Hmm... Because she was the one that came to wake me up? ... Then... Dude, you're saying it really was her...?
Phoenix:
Yes. She is the real killer... She was the one who murdered Juan Corrida.
Engarde:
But... Why!? I thought she was buds with Juan...!
Phoenix:
She has her own agenda.
Engarde:
H-Her own agenda!? Wh-What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
I'm sure you'll see by the time this trial's over. It'll be alright. I'll get you acquitted by the end of today.
Engarde:
Get me a verdict that's refreshing like a spring breeze, OK Mr. Lawyer dude?
Mia:
Phoenix... You think her motive is related to Celeste Inpax's missing suicide note, right?
Phoenix:
...Yes. Ms. Andrews depended on Ms. Inpax for her strength and will to live. But then Ms. Inpax suddenly killer herself. It sounds like she left a suicide note, and the person thought to have hidden it...
Mia:
...Is Juan Corrida, the victim of this murder.
Phoenix:
And that's why I think that Ms. Andrews got close to Mr. Corrida... All to get the suicide note back!
Mia:
That sounds plausible... But one thing bothers me.
Phoenix:
Um, what...?
Mia:
Who was it that first told us about their relationship? Better stated, Mr. Andrews' co-dependency with regards to Ms. Inpax...?
Phoenix:
... It was Edgeworth...
Mia:
It looks like he's still the one in command of this ship. Don't let your guard down yet.
March 22, 2:25 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court will now reconvene. Now then, Mr. Edgeworth, if you please.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution calls the witness subpoenaed by this court. Ms. Adrian Andrews, the person who discovered the crime in Mr. Juan Corrida's room!
Edgeworth:
What is your occupation?
Andrews:
I am the manager of the defendant in this case, Mr. Matt Engarde.
Judge:
I see. Now then...
Andrews:
Before we begin, Your Honor, I have one request.
Judge:
Uh, yes, sure. What is it?
Andrews:
I'm sure everyone in this room is wondering the same thing, and would love to find out more about my relationship with the victim. After all, it was the topic of a certain weekly "magazine" recently...
Judge:
Ah, no, I have no idea what you mean. I've never even heard of "Gossip Land"...
Phoenix:
(If the judge was ever a prosecution witness, he'd do all my work for me...)
Edgeworth:
Anyway, I was wondering if you could please tell us about your relation to the victim.
Andrews:
Yes, I was seeing Mr. Corrida. I was also aware of the rivalry that existed between Matt and Juan... But this was a private matter between Juan and myself.
Judge:
Hmm, so it was a "fry 'n bait" matter... or was that "bait 'n fry"? Reminds me of fishing...
Andrews:
But I... But I didn't kill him.
Edgeworth:
No one has accused you of that.
Andrews:
I've got a feeling someone will soon...
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
I think we all understand your relationship with the victim now, Ms. Andrews.
Edgeworth:
Very well then. Witness, please testify to the court about what happened when you discovered the murder that had taken place.
Witness Testimony
-- When I Found the Body --
Andrews:
It was time for the show to start, so I went to get Matt from his room.
After that, I went to Juan's room.
And there was his dead body. I... I was in shock...
What I saw was, naturally, the exact same scene as in the crime scene photo.
I felt as though I was about to faint, so I poured myself a glass of juice.
Judge:
You poured yourself a glass of juice...?
Andrews:
Yes. Sadly, I didn't remember not to touch things at the scene of a crime... And I disturbed the crime scene by moving this one thing...
Edgeworth:
And that is when the fingerprints on the wine glass were made, Your Honor.
Judge:
I see. Well, Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness.
Mia:
Phoenix. She is one cool and collected customer, and she has the brains to match.
Phoenix:
Yes... I know.
Mia:
In order to catch a person like her, you have to avoid head-on confrontations. You should disrupt her pace.
Phoenix:
Disrupt her pace...?
Mia:
She's the type of woman who is easily thrown off by things inconsistent with her thinking so you have to attack when she least expects it. The instant you let up on your offense is the instant this trial is over. Understand?
Cross Examination
-- When I Found the Body --
Andrews:
It was time for the show to start, so I went to get Matt from his room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And what was Mr. Engarde doing at the time...?
Andrews:
He was taking a nap. He was worn out from his mini performance as the Nickel Samurai during the ceremony...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, Mr. Engarde did say he was taking a nap...) Then I guess you could say it could not have been taken out of his room, yes?
Andrews:
Excuse me? "It"...? What are you...?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Wright. I thought years of school would have taught you how to construct a sentence. If you can't make a sensible sentence with a subject, then I'll make one for you. Watch. Did you, Ms. Andrews, remove Mr. Engarde's knife from his room?
Andrews:
...No.
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Subject, verb, object Wright. Did you skip basic grammar? The witness may continue.
Andrews:
After that, I went to Juan's room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And why did you do that...?
Andrews:
As a friendly gesture, Juan was to make an appearance with the other Heroes.
Phoenix:
(So the show was supposed to be a "show" of friendship, huh?)
Press further
Phoenix:
Is that the only reason?
Andrews:
I beg your pardon? What are you implying...?
Phoenix:
You had a certain goal in mind when you started to get close to him, correct...? So perhaps you had a more personal matter to discuss with the victim...?
Andrews:
... Sorry, but I didn't have any such intentions in mind at that time.
Phoenix:
(I can't get her to talk without a strong piece of evidence, I guess...)
Leads to:
"May we continue now...?"
Let her be
Phoenix:
(I should back off... As long as I don't have any proof, she's not going to talk.)
Leads to:
"May we continue now...?"
Edgeworth:
May we continue now...? Witness, what did you see when you got to his room?
Andrews:
And there was his dead body. I... I was in shock...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You were "in shock"...?
Andrews:
What? Was I not supposed to be?
Phoenix:
(Ms. Andrews is a very calculating person... And despite how "close" they were, I doubt she had romantic feelings for Mr. Corrida...)
Edgeworth:
Anyone randomly stumbling upon a dead body would be in shock. And you can't seriously expect that a young beauty like her would not be shocked.
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I don't think beauty has anything to do with being shocked or not...)
Judge:
Hmm... I see...
After pressing 5th statement
Leads to:
"Ms. Andrews, I would like to confirm with you one more time."
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews, I would like to confirm with you one more time. When you discovered the dead body of Juan Corrida, you were in great shock. And that's when you poured yourself the glass of juice, correct?
Andrews:
And what of it...? My mind really was a complete blank at the time.
Phoenix:
Your mind was a complete blank? I didn't think that was possible for you.
Andrews:
Aren't you rude today? I was so dazed that I made one careless mistake... That one thing...
Phoenix:
What "one thing"?
Andrews:
Um, never mind. It's no big deal.
Phoenix:
(What was she starting to say just now...?)
Press further
Leads to:
"Ms. Andrews!"
Let her be
Phoenix:
(Well, it probably doesn't have anything to do with the case, so...)
Mia:
Stop right there. You finally got her to open her mouth on this one, and you're going to let it go? Now is the time to get as much out of her as we can.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, you're right.
Leads to:
"Ms. Andrews!"
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews! I'm convinced that as you said, you made a "mistake" at the scene of the crime.
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
What I really want to know is what this "mistake" was.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, actually... So would I...
Andrews:
I... I'm sorry... It's just... It's kind of... embarrassing... When I... When I set the glass down on the dresser... I accidentally... knocked the flower vase over...
Judge:
F-Flower vase...? Are you talking about the one on the floor in the crime photo...?
Judge:
This mess of glass shards!?
Andrews:
It was originally on top of the dresser... but when I bumped into it with my elbow, it fell... onto the guitar case.
Edgeworth:
Wh-Why did you withhold such an important piece of information!?
Andrews:
I'm sorry... I thought that since the crime scene was already in disarray, that people would simply assume the vase was just another part of the mess.
Judge:
It looks like yet another fact has come to light here. Please add this and anything else you have to reveal to your testimony.
Andrews:
I'm sorry... But... I have nothing more to add... I didn't touch anything else.
Edgeworth:
...
Add statement:
"I was the one who knocked the flower vase over, where it fell onto the guitar case."
Andrews:
What I saw was, naturally, the exact same scene as in the crime scene photo.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
This is the photo you're referring to, correct?
Andrews:
Yes, the one with the knife lodged in his chest...
Phoenix:
And the guitar case was like this too?
Andrews:
Yes, it was open and empty, of course.
Edgeworth:
And then, what did you do next, witness?
Present Guitar Case or Crime Photo after pressing 3rd and 5th statements
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You testified that you knocked the flower vase over. Is this correct?"
Andrews:
I felt as though I was about to faint, so I poured myself a glass of juice.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Juice...?
Andrews:
Yes, there was a bottle of tomato juice on the table, so I helped myself.
Phoenix:
But you didn't drink any of it, did you?
Andrews:
Huh?
Phoenix:
There were no lip marks left on this wine glass to suggest that anyone drank from it.
Andrews:
I... I wasn't feeling terribly great, so I set the glass down. Without drinking it...
After pressing 3rd statement
Leads to:
"Ms. Andrews, I would like to confirm with you one more time."
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews, I would like to confirm with you one more time. When you discovered the dead body of Juan Corrida, you were in great shock. And that's when you poured yourself the glass of juice, correct?
Andrews:
And what of it...? My mind really was a complete blank at the time.
Phoenix:
Your mind was a complete blank? I didn't think that was possible for you.
Andrews:
Aren't you rude today? I was so dazed that I made one careless mistake... That one thing...
Phoenix:
What "one thing"?
Andrews:
Um, never mind. It's no big deal.
Phoenix:
(What was she starting to say just now...?)
Press further
Leads to:
"Ms. Andrews!"
Let her be
Phoenix:
(Well, it probably doesn't have anything to do with the case, so...)
Mia:
Stop right there. You finally got her to open her mouth on this one, and you're going to let it go? Now is the time to get as much out of her as we can.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, you're right.
Leads to:
"Ms. Andrews!"
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews! I'm convinced that as you said, you made a "mistake" at the scene of the crime.
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
What I really want to know is what this "mistake" was.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, actually... So would I...
Andrews:
I... I'm sorry... It's just... It's kind of... embarrassing... When I... When I set the glass down on the dresser... I accidentally... knocked the flower vase over...
Judge:
F-Flower vase...? Are you talking about the one on the floor in the crime photo...?
Judge:
This mess of glass shards!?
Andrews:
It was originally on top of the dresser... but when I bumped into it with my elbow, it fell... onto the guitar case.
Edgeworth:
Wh-Why did you withhold such an important piece of information!?
Andrews:
I'm sorry... I thought that since the crime scene was already in disarray, that people would simply assume the vase was just another part of the mess.
Judge:
It looks like yet another fact has come to light here. Please add this and anything else you have to reveal to your testimony.
Andrews:
I'm sorry... But... I have nothing more to add... I didn't touch anything else.
Edgeworth:
...
Add statement:
"I was the one who knocked the flower vase over, where it fell onto the guitar case."
Andrews:
I was the one who knocked the flower vase over, where it fell onto the guitar case.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What kind of flower vase was it?
Andrews:
It was a glass vase... and it was fairly big and heavy. I thought I would try to take Juan's pulse... So I set the glass I was holding down on the dresser. And that's when my elbow accidentally hit the vase...
Phoenix:
(That's odd. I thought she was always in total control of herself...?)
Mia:
That's what she would like people to think. Always be mindful of the gap between the perception and reality.
Present Guitar Case or Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You testified that you knocked the flower vase over. Is this correct?"
Phoenix:
(It doesn't sound like there's any glaring contradictions in her testimony just now...)
Mia:
I warned you earlier that she would not crack so easily. The only way to make her is to...
Phoenix:
...Keep on the offensive and not let up.
Mia:
The only way you're going to catch her is with some very strong, decisive evidence...
Phoenix:
(I have to find something! I just have to! ...For Maya's sake...)
Phoenix:
You testified that you knocked the flower vase over. Is this correct?
Andrews:
Yes.
Phoenix:
And are you sure it fell onto the guitar case?
Andrews:
I-Is there some problem with what I said...?
Phoenix:
It's not "some" problem, it's a "major" problem. It's true that the top of the guitar case was wet with water. However, that's exactly what is so strange! Ms. Andrews! You testified that the vase fell onto the guitar case! However! If that was true, the case should have gotten wet on the inside, not the outside!
Judge:
Th-That's very true!
Phoenix:
Furthermore, there is one other strange thing about this guitar case.
Judge:
And wh-what is that?
Phoenix:
Let's take another look at the crime scene photo. The remains of the vase are scattered on the floor.
Judge:
And what is wrong with that?
Phoenix:
If the guitar case was open when the vase fell... The glass shards should be INSIDE, not outside the case!
Andrews:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What is your point, Wright!? That the case was closed at the time the vase was knocked over? Is that all!?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
No. Think back to what Ms. Andrews testified to! She said that other than the vase, she didn't touch anything else!
Edgeworth:
Nngh...
Judge:
Yes, that's right... She did implicitly say she didn't touch the guitar case!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But... But this whole matter with the guitar case is a dead end! The bright red guitar was found at the studio! It has no bearing on this case at all!
Phoenix:
... That may very well be, however... (An empty guitar case does seem to have no relation to this case...)
Judge:
Hmm... It seems that there is no deeper meaning to the guitar case. Well, Mr. Wright? Do you think we need to hear more details about the guitar case?
Make her testify
Leads to:
"The empty guitar case..."
Let her be
Phoenix:
Well, the case was empty, and I think that's all we really need to know...
Judge:
I see.
Mia:
Wait! Phoenix! Don't you remember what I told you earlier? What's important here is that you disrupt her pacing. You have to attack her when she's not expecting it!
Judge:
Now then, let's move on to a different matter...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Actually, Your Honor, I've changed my mind. I would like her to testify about the case.
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Why are you changing your mind NOW!?
Phoenix:
(Well, looks like I disrupted the judge's pacing... Now comes the real deal... *gulp*)
Leads to:
"The empty guitar case..."
Phoenix:
The empty guitar case... I believe this is a crucial piece of the puzzle!
Edgeworth:
Heh! I can't believe ANYONE would reach for straws like this! But it is you...
Phoenix:
(I can't believe I'm doing this either...)
Judge:
Alright. I'll follow along... For now. Ms. Andrews, please testify to the court about the guitar case.
Andrews:
Yes, Your Honor.
Witness Testimony
-- The Guitar Case --
Andrews:
I don't remember too clearly because I was a bit dazed.
I suppose I must have opened the guitar case... after I knocked the vase over.
It's not a big deal though, right? The case was empty after all.
As for why I opened the case... Even I don't know.
Judge:
Hmm... It looks like this really wasn't a very important point.
Edgeworth:
This wastefulness is such a familiar feeling by now that it's almost... comforting.
Phoenix:
Um, anyway, I'll just go ahead and start the cross-examination...
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Using "anyway" to change the topic; a convenient escape for a weak man.
Cross Examination
-- The Guitar Case --
Andrews:
I don't remember too clearly because I was a bit dazed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
During your testimony just now, did you remember those events clearly in your mind?
Andrews:
... Well, you see...
Phoenix:
Are you sure you are the one who opened the guitar case?
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
...
Mia:
She's... She's waiting for someone to tell her if she should answer or not...
Phoenix:
(Her "co-dependency" is coming through, huh...?)
Judge:
Well, Ms. Andrews...?
Andrews:
Y...Yes, it was me...
Andrews:
I suppose I must have opened the guitar case... after I knocked the vase over.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you opened the guitar case then?
Andrews:
Y-Yes... Well, maybe...
Phoenix:
... Why did you open the guitar case?
Andrews:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Mr. Corrida's dead body was right there in front of you, wasn't it? I would think that the first thing you would do is call for help, not open a guitar case.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
As the witness has said multiple times, when she found the dead body, she was "dazed".
Judge:
Hmm...
Andrews:
Maybe I... Maybe I was curious to know if the bright red guitar was alright or not. I thought, "Maybe the criminal took it."
Phoenix:
(Why would she care about the bright red guitar...?)
Andrews:
But, getting back on topic...
Present Guitar Case
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
There is no way you were the one who opened the guitar case.
Andrews:
Why would you say that!?
Phoenix:
It's elementary, my dear. Because the only fingerprints on this guitar case are those of the victim!
Andrews:
Ah!
Judge:
What is it, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
... You shouldn't assume that I must have left prints just because I touched the case.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Andrews:
What if I were to tell you that I was wearing gloves at the time?
Judge:
Gloves...? But why would you be wearing gloves at the time?
Andrews:
It was the night of the award ceremony. So of course I dressed up for the occasion. Yes, now I remember... I'm almost sure I was wearing a pair of thin gloves.
Judge:
Hmm... I see... Well, Mr. Wright. It seems the witness was wearing gloves at the scene of the crime.
Nothing strange about that.
Phoenix:
Hmm, I guess so... And I guess that makes sense.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You're the epitome of a half-baked idea.
Andrews:
A brain is to be used, not to look pretty for med students carving cadavers.
Phoenix:
(Looks like I need to bake my thoughts just a little longer...)
Edgeworth:
Now, if the defense has no further objections, let's return to the testimony.
That's strange...
Leads to:
"You were wearing gloves...? Isn't that a little strange?"
Phoenix:
You were wearing gloves...? Isn't that a little strange?
Andrews:
Why is that strange!? Do you have something that would prove I was not wearing gloves at the time...?
Present Wine Glass
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I have your proof right here. This wine glass."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I think it's time for you to go home now, Wright... Before you hurt yourself, that is.
Phoenix:
(Hurt myself...!?)
Judge:
It's alright, Mr. Wright. You don't have to push yourself so hard.
Phoenix:
(I guess I was trying a little too hard there...)
Edgeworth:
Now, if the defense has no further objections, let's return to the testimony.
Andrews:
It's not a big deal though, right? The case was empty after all.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was it really empty?
Andrews:
...?
Phoenix:
I was just wondering if maybe when you opened the case, the guitar was still inside.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
How long have you been a lawyer, Mr. Wright!? Have a little professionalism. The bright red guitar was found at the studio. These trials would be over in half the time if you would just pay attention.
Judge:
Yes, pay more attention, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Sorry...
Present Guitar Case
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
There is no way you were the one who opened the guitar case.
Andrews:
Why would you say that!?
Phoenix:
It's elementary, my dear. Because the only fingerprints on this guitar case are those of the victim!
Andrews:
Ah!
Judge:
What is it, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
... You shouldn't assume that I must have left prints just because I touched the case.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Andrews:
What if I were to tell you that I was wearing gloves at the time?
Judge:
Gloves...? But why would you be wearing gloves at the time?
Andrews:
It was the night of the award ceremony. So of course I dressed up for the occasion. Yes, now I remember... I'm almost sure I was wearing a pair of thin gloves.
Judge:
Hmm... I see... Well, Mr. Wright. It seems the witness was wearing gloves at the scene of the crime.
Nothing strange about that.
Phoenix:
Hmm, I guess so... And I guess that makes sense.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You're the epitome of a half-baked idea.
Andrews:
A brain is to be used, not to look pretty for med students carving cadavers.
Phoenix:
(Looks like I need to bake my thoughts just a little longer...)
Edgeworth:
Now, if the defense has no further objections, let's return to the testimony.
That's strange...
Leads to:
"You were wearing gloves...? Isn't that a little strange?"
Phoenix:
You were wearing gloves...? Isn't that a little strange?
Andrews:
Why is that strange!? Do you have something that would prove I was not wearing gloves at the time...?
Present Wine Glass
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I have your proof right here. This wine glass."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I think it's time for you to go home now, Wright... Before you hurt yourself, that is.
Phoenix:
(Hurt myself...!?)
Judge:
It's alright, Mr. Wright. You don't have to push yourself so hard.
Phoenix:
(I guess I was trying a little too hard there...)
Edgeworth:
Now, if the defense has no further objections, let's return to the testimony.
Andrews:
As for why I opened the case... Even I don't know.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was that because you were "shocked and dazed" at discovering the victim's body?
Andrews:
Yes... That's probably it.
Phoenix:
...
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
(I'm not going to get anywhere if I continue pressing her like this... The only way to make her talk is with evidence... I guess I should give it a try...)
Present Guitar Case
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
There is no way you were the one who opened the guitar case.
Andrews:
Why would you say that!?
Phoenix:
It's elementary, my dear. Because the only fingerprints on this guitar case are those of the victim!
Andrews:
Ah!
Judge:
What is it, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
... You shouldn't assume that I must have left prints just because I touched the case.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Andrews:
What if I were to tell you that I was wearing gloves at the time?
Judge:
Gloves...? But why would you be wearing gloves at the time?
Andrews:
It was the night of the award ceremony. So of course I dressed up for the occasion. Yes, now I remember... I'm almost sure I was wearing a pair of thin gloves.
Judge:
Hmm... I see... Well, Mr. Wright. It seems the witness was wearing gloves at the scene of the crime.
Nothing strange about that.
Phoenix:
Hmm, I guess so... And I guess that makes sense.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You're the epitome of a half-baked idea.
Andrews:
A brain is to be used, not to look pretty for med students carving cadavers.
Phoenix:
(Looks like I need to bake my thoughts just a little longer...)
Edgeworth:
Now, if the defense has no further objections, let's return to the testimony.
That's strange...
Leads to:
"You were wearing gloves...? Isn't that a little strange?"
Phoenix:
You were wearing gloves...? Isn't that a little strange?
Andrews:
Why is that strange!? Do you have something that would prove I was not wearing gloves at the time...?
Present Wine Glass
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I have your proof right here. This wine glass."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I think it's time for you to go home now, Wright... Before you hurt yourself, that is.
Phoenix:
(Hurt myself...!?)
Judge:
It's alright, Mr. Wright. You don't have to push yourself so hard.
Phoenix:
(I guess I was trying a little too hard there...)
Edgeworth:
Now, if the defense has no further objections, let's return to the testimony.
Mia:
Come on, Phoenix. We can't afford to let up on her now.
Phoenix:
I wasn't planning on letting up, but...
Mia:
She's at her weakest now, so this is our chance!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, if we had a weapon to hit her with...)
Mia:
I'm sure a weapon is hiding somewhere in the Court Record, waiting to be found.
Phoenix:
I have your proof right here. This wine glass.
Andrews:
The wine glass?
Phoenix:
You left your fingerprints very clearly on this wine glass.
Andrews:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Even if you took your gloves off when you poured yourself this glass of juice, wouldn't you think it was just a little strange... That you put your gloves back on, just to open the guitar case!?
Andrews:
Ugn!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!
Mia:
Looks like you hit the nail on the head this time.
Phoenix:
...? What do you mean?
Mia:
I believe that guitar case plays a very important role here.
Phoenix:
But it's just an empty case...
Mia:
I wonder if it really was empty though...
Phoenix:
B-But the guitar... The bright red guitar was at the studio!
Mia:
Phoenix, drop all of your presumptions. What was in the guitar case was not the bright red guitar.
Phoenix:
(You don't mean... it was a bright WHITE guitar!? Wait, that's not right either...)
Judge:
Hmm, I admit it would be unnatural for someone to do that. So the witness was not wearing gloves, despite the fact that on the case...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, this is obviously the defense's usual misdirection tactic at work. Steer the court towards an unrelated topic, and lull us all into his misguided...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor! Please recall that Ms. Andrews had testified that the vase "fell onto the guitar case"! Which means that the case was closed when the crime took place! However, it is wide open in this photo of the crime scene! I am sure this guitar case has some relation to the murder!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If you are so sure, Wright, then I'm sure you can somehow substantiate your outrageous claim, correct!? Please, enlighten us as to why that guitar case has anything at all to do with this murder!
Phoenix:
Uh...
Judge:
Can you do that, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
Um, well... Let's suppose for a second... That the bright red guitar was not the only thing that could have been in the case...
Judge:
The bright red guitar not being the only thing...? Y-You don't mean to suggest that a bright BLACK guitar was inside the--
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
So, you intend to push your theory that the case was not empty!? Is that it, Wright!?
Phoenix:
I wouldn't say something I didn't intend to prove!
Edgeworth:
Deflate that head of yours! You haven't proven anything yet! Now then, let's have it. What was inside this case at the time of the murder!?
Present The Nickel Samurai or Lotta's Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Th-This is... This is a photograph...!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
And why would something like that be inside a guitar case, let alone this one?
Judge:
Why, Mr. Wright, why?
Phoenix:
Well... I just thought it might have been possible...?
Edgeworth:
I have a suggestion. Why don't you put that in the void where your brain is supposed to be!
Judge:
Yes, and never bring it out again!
Phoenix:
(Can't a foolishly foolish fool get some love...?)
Edgeworth:
Do you still think you can prove your theory? Can you prove that the guitar case was not empty at the time of the murder?
Leads back to:
"I wouldn't say something I didn't intend to prove!"
Judge:
Th-This is... This is a photograph...!
Phoenix:
Yes, but what is important is what is in that picture, Your Honor.
Judge:
I-In this picture...?
Phoenix:
It doesn't take a genius to see what I mean! What I am proposing is... Inside the guitar case was the Nickel Samurai! The hero's very own costume!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!?
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! Explain yourself!
Edgeworth:
Wright! Are you saying that the witness opened the guitar case to take out a costume!? What insane point would there be to doing something like that!?
Phoenix:
That insane point would be to wear the costume, of course. Ms. Andrews put it on to hide her identity so she could make her escape. After all, you couldn't let anyone see you leave, could you, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
...!
Edgeworth:
I-I refuse to accept your theory! Do you have anything to support such a preposterous idea!?
Phoenix:
Just outside the door was an investigative photographer who was starving for a big scoop. And in the end, she managed to get this shot, correct?
Judge:
You... You mean this photo!? Order! Ordeeeer! It looks like we've wandered into quite another mess again, haven't we...?
Mia:
Nice job, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Well, you know my strategy. Speak first, think later!
Judge:
Hmm... So the real murderer was hiding inside a costume...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait one second, Your Honor! The Nickel Samurai's costume would have been Mr. Matt Engarde's! Why would something of the defendant's be in the victim's room!? And inside the guitar case, of all places!?
Judge:
Hmm, true... That is a little baffling... Mr. Wright, the court would like to hear your thoughts. What was this Nickel Samurai costume doing inside the guitar case...?
It was stolen from Engarde.
Phoenix:
I think it may have been stolen from Mr. Engarde...
Judge:
S-Stolen!? But why would someone do such a thing!?
Phoenix:
Maybe the thief wanted to interfere with the post-ceremony stage show.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
And so, if he didn't have his costume, then Mr. Engarde would be forced to go naked!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Maybe YOU should be stripped naked and run out for making a mockery of this court!
Phoenix:
E-EXCUSE ME!?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Matt Engarde did not take his costume off after the award ceremony! He even testified that he took a nap while still wearing his costume! Is this not correct!?
Phoenix:
... Ah, yeah, he did say something like that, didn't he?
Judge:
*sigh* That's what I thought. Let's try that one more time, shall we, Mr. Wright?
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright, the court would like to hear your thoughts."
It was a spare costume.
Leads to:
"Mr. Engarde did not take his costume off during the break period..."
Phoenix:
Mr. Engarde did not take his costume off during the break period... In that case, the costume we are talking about was a spare one.
Edgeworth:
What...?
Judge:
Then... are you saying that on the night of the murder... there were TWO Nickel Samurai costumes at the Gatewater Hotel!?
Phoenix:
Yes, that is what I am saying.
Judge:
And how do you explain the costume that was inside the guitar case...?
Edgeworth:
It would mean that the victim himself had planned to bring this spare to the ceremony!
Judge:
But... But why!? The victim, Mr. Corrida, was the Jammin' Ninja. Why would he secretly bring the Nickel Samurai's spare costume with him...? What could be the reason behind such a peculiar act?
Phoenix:
... Ah, so that's what he intended...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are you mumbling to yourself about now!? Have you just been rambling all this time without any sense of inner monologue!?
Phoenix:
Huh!? N-No, I just...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please explain yourself! Why do you think the victim had the Nickel Samurai's spare costume!?
Mia:
Phoenix... Are you sure you can explain this one? Think carefully before you answer... And then answer with gusto! I believe in you!
Phoenix:
Alright. This is what I think. The reason the victim brought the Nickel Samurai's spare costume to the hotel was...
Present Press Conference Ticket
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What is this...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Mia:
Phoenix! What are you doing!? Are you crazy!?
Phoenix:
I... I, uh... I presented the evidence with gusto, just like you said!
Mia:
I told you to present it with gusto, yes... But I seem to recall the sentence before that was, "Think carefully"!
Phoenix:
*gulp*
Judge:
Wh-What is the meaning of this, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
Ah, sorry...
Mia:
This one is pretty tough. I really think you should look carefully at the Court Record. And then search through your memories! The answer is there, I know you'll find it!
Judge:
Now then. Are you ready to try again, Mr. Wright? Minus the wrong evidence this time?
Leads back to:
"Alright. This is what I think."
Judge:
What is this...?
Phoenix:
On the night of the murder, after the stage show, the Nickel Samurai was going to hold a special press conference.
Judge:
A press conference...?
Phoenix:
Yes, the Nickel Samurai was supposed to confess something at this conference.
Edgeworth:
I heard about this as well. For once, you're not making something up, Wright.
Phoenix:
But what struck me as strange was that Mr. Engarde himself said he had no idea he was supposed to be holding a press conference that night.
Andrews:
...
Judge:
But how can that be!?
Phoenix:
The way I see it, that can mean only one thing: The conference was set up by none other than the victim, Mr. Juan Corrida himself!
Judge:
Th-The victim?
Phoenix:
Yes. The spare Nickel Samurai costume was prepared for that very conference! Mr. Corrida was going to hold the press conference as the "Nickel Samurai"!
Judge:
He was going to dress up as the Nickel Samurai and hold a conference!? But why would the victim do such a thing!?
Phoenix:
That's something I don't quite know yet, however... What I am concerned with right now is what he intended to reveal at that conference.
Edgeworth:
The Nickel Samurai was going to "confess" something. And by "confess", I'd wager he was going to reveal something about "himself".
Phoenix:
Which means that Juan Corrida, posing as the Nickel Samurai, was going to speak about Matt Engarde!
Judge:
Yes, I guess that is what it would mean...
Edgeworth:
But, if that's the case... that's not a "confession"! That's "public disclosure"!
Andrews:
Hmph.
Judge:
M-Ms. Andrews...?
Andrews:
I can see why you are pros at what you do.
Judge:
Pardon me?
Andrews:
Yes, just as you say, the press conference was set up by Juan.
Judge:
Ms. Andrews! Please offer us an explanation for this!
Andrews:
I was the one he asked to help set it up. And the person who prepared the second costume for him... That was also me.
Judge:
You...!?
Andrews:
Juan had bet everything on the Jammin' Ninja this year. And if he lost the Grand Prix... He was going to make sure Matt was going down with him. That's what he thought anyway.
Judge:
He was going to ruin him, huh...?
Andrews:
It looked like somehow, Juan had in his hands a secret so powerful... that it would destroy Matt's acting career had it been revealed!
Phoenix:
What!?
Judge:
And do you know what this "secret" of Mr. Engarde's is, Ms. Andrews...?
Andrews:
... That's something only Juan knew. I... I don't know what it is.
Judge:
Ah... I see.
Edgeworth:
...
Andrews:
I... I've probably been coming off quite suspicious to everyone, but that's to be expected. I've been trying to protect Matt, after all...
Phoenix:
P-Protect Mr. Engarde!?
Judge:
And yet again another strange bit of truth comes to light it seems... Ms. Andrews, if you could, please tell us the truth about your behavior!
Andrews:
Yes, Your Honor. I understand.
Witness Testimony
-- Protecting Matt --
Andrews:
From the moment I saw the crime scene, I had a feeling that Matt was the murderer.
Matt had to kill Juan no matter what.
And he didn't have an alibi for what he was doing at the time of the murder.
My thoughts were confirmed by the evidence, of course; the button and the knife...
But I'm Matt's manager... So I felt that I had to protect him...
Judge:
Hmm... This does account for everything...
Andrews:
Well... I am the logical type.
Mia:
We're finally seeing her true self. She is more nervous than a scared rabbit.
Judge:
If there are no objections, I feel that I can pass a verdict based on this testimony. Now then, Mr. Wright, if you please.
Phoenix:
(Looks like somehow everything has swung to the opposite end of the scale again... That just means I have to put my weight into this and turn her logic upside-down!)
Cross Examination
-- Protecting Matt --
Andrews:
From the moment I saw the crime scene, I had a feeling that Matt was the murderer.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Would you say that was your "intuition" speaking to you?
Andrews:
Don't confuse my methods of reasoning with your own.
Phoenix:
Urk...
Andrews:
If you want to prove that someone did something, you need three things.
Phoenix:
Three... things?
Andrews:
A motive, an opportunity to commit the crime, and finally... decisive evidence. And if you think these three things through, the answer becomes quite clear.
Mia:
You should have already known that, Phoenix...
Phoenix:
They didn't teach that to us in school... At least, not from what I remember...
Andrews:
May I continue now?
Andrews:
Matt had to kill Juan no matter what.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So would you say this "need" came from the press conference?
Andrews:
Yes. Do you know why Juan chose that event and that hotel for the conference? Because that was when he could cause the most damage to the public's beloved Matt Engarde.
Judge:
And you knew of this plan, didn't you, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
Yes... because I was the one who set up the conference and prepared the costume.
Phoenix:
But... I'm sure Mr. Engarde himself didn't know anything about a press conference.
Andrews:
Oh really? Can you show me any proof that he didn't know about the press conference?
Phoenix:
A-Anyway! The important thing here is that this information was not in your testimony!
Judge:
Yes, I agree. Ms. Andrews, please correct your testimony, if you please.
Andrews:
"Grasping at straws" now, are we, Mr. Wright?
Change statement:
"Matt had to kill Juan no matter what." to "I know what his motive was. ...But I don't have any way to prove I'm right."
Andrews:
I know what his motive was. ...But I don't have any way to prove I'm right.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Has Mr. Engarde done something to hurt or betray you personally?
Andrews:
... Why do you ask?
Phoenix:
You were the one who helped Mr. Corrida with his press conference... And that event was supposed to bring down Mr. Engarde, yet you still helped out!
Andrews:
...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The person on trial right now is Mr. Engarde, Wright. What the witness was thinking, helping the victim with his plan, is none of our concern. In any case, this means that the defendant had a motive to kill.
Phoenix:
(Why do I keep doing this to myself...?)
Andrews:
And he didn't have an alibi for what he was doing at the time of the murder.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
B-But didn't you already testify earlier that Mr. Engarde was... "Taking a nap in his room"!? Are you telling me now that, that too, was a lie so you could cover for Mr. Engarde!?
Andrews:
I'm not telling you anything of the sort. When I went to get him for the show, he honestly was sleeping. However, as to whether he was sleeping the entire time, that I cannot say. I was too busy setting up the stage at the time.
Judge:
Hmm... I keep trying, but I can find no flaws with what Ms. Andrews has said. I can't say the same for some people here in this courtroom, however.
Phoenix:
(The judge is glaring straight at Mia...)
Mia:
He's glaring at you, smart guy!
Andrews:
My thoughts were confirmed by the evidence, of course; the button and the knife...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You can hardly call the knife "decisive evidence"! The fingerprints on the knife could very well be a clever camouflage!
Andrews:
Then... What about the button?
Phoenix:
The button...?
Andrews:
It's clear from the crime scene that the victim and the murderer fought. And during the fight, the killer ripped the button from the Jammin' Ninja's costume.
Judge:
You're talking about this button, correct?
Andrews:
That button was found in the pleats of Matt's hakama, isn't that correct? I would think that makes it very decisive evidence.
Phoenix:
Urk.
Judge:
Looks like you were out-foxed again, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
A-Anyway! The knife doesn't prove a thing! Please fix your testimony!
Andrews:
I can't stand the sight of a man who can't gracefully accept his defeat.
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
(... Thank goodness Mia can still look at me...)
Mia:
With an icy stare, yes.
Judge:
Ms. Andrews, for Mr. Wright's sake, please add this information to your testimony.
Change statement:
"My thoughts were confirmed by the evidence, of course; the button and the knife..." to "That button was torn off of Juan during his fight with Matt."
Andrews:
That button was torn off of Juan during his fight with Matt.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And how do you know that?
Andrews:
When the ends of the threads on the button and the costume were matched up, they were found to fit together perfectly... Or so I heard.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I've heard that before too. But why would Ms. Andrews know about this case down to such a fine detail?)
Andrews:
Don't look at me like that! Just because I'm prepared and you are not!
Phoenix:
(Argh... And I thought I had her this time for sure. If there's anything to trip her up on, it has to be here. ...But where and what?)
Present Juan's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"This is the victim's autopsy report."
Andrews:
But I'm Matt's manager... So I felt that I had to protect him...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But what you really did was stab the guy in the back, didn't you? And at the worst possible time.
Andrews:
!
Edgeworth:
Who's to say she really "stabbed the guy in the back" as you put it?
Phoenix:
This witness could have disclosed things about Mr. Engarde at any time. Why, then, would she wait until there was a large audience before doing so? It's the same reason why Mr. Corrida planned such an elaborate conference. Ms. Andrews wanted to cause Mr. Engarde as much damage as she possibly could! This witness bears ill-will towards the defendant!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This isn't the "Phoenix Wright Wax Philosophical Power Hour". And please, stop slandering the witness.
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
As I expected, Ms. Andrews' testimony seems pretty solid.
Mia:
Really? Because to me, it sounded a little wishy-washy.
Phoenix:
Wishy-washy? (Well, I guess we'll see if I press a little more...)
Mia:
You should know this by now, but you'll need strong, decisive evidence to make her talk.
Phoenix:
Got it, Chief! (...I'm going to pin you down this time, Ms. Andrews!)
Phoenix:
This is the victim's autopsy report. It clearly states that the cause of death was "strangulation by a scarf".
Andrews:
S...Strangulation...
Phoenix:
The knife stab to the victim was done after the victim had already died.
Judge:
A-And what does that mean?
Phoenix:
Let's examine the evidence. This button has the victim's blood on it. Which would mean that it was ripped off of the costume... when?
Edgeworth:
After the knife was stabbed into the victim...
Phoenix:
Exactly! Which means... It is impossible that this button was torn off during the victim's final struggle, because the victim was strangled to death in that fight!
Andrews:
Ah...
Phoenix:
That's right, Ms. Andrews. There is no way this button was ripped off during the struggle. This button was consciously pulled off of the victim's already dead body!
Judge:
Order! Order! Wh-What is the meaning--
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What is the meaning of this, Wright!? So what if the button was torn off the body after the victim had already died? What does that change!?
Phoenix:
Let me ask you one simple question, Mr. Edgeworth. Why was the button torn off? What purpose did that serve?
Edgeworth:
What "purpose"...?
Phoenix:
We now know this button was not torn off during the fight. So the murderer took the time and effort to purposely rip this from the victim's body. That would mean that the murderer had something in mind, wouldn't it?
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Does this mean... Does this mean you know what the murderer wanted to do with this button!? What was it!?
To have a memento of the crime
Phoenix:
Maybe this was the criminal's first crime and since it went so well, the person wanted something as a memento...
Edgeworth:
Wright... I'll give this button to you as a memento.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
A reminder to never set foot in another court of law again for as long as you live!
Judge:
Yes... I think it would be for the best if you stayed away from the attorney's bench.
Phoenix:
W-W-Wait! Please, Your Honor! I... I'll get it right this time! I'm sure of it!
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright! Does this mean..."
To pin the crime on Engarde
Leads to:
"There is only one logical reason for doing something like that."
To destroy evidence
Phoenix:
It was to destroy the evidence, of course!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
Um... To destroy the evidence...
Edgeworth:
Yes, we heard you the first time! And which blasted piece of evidence was the person trying to destroy, Wright!?
Phoenix:
Umm...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! If you continue like this, I'm afraid you'll only destroy yourself!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry...
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright! Does this mean..."
Phoenix:
There is only one logical reason for doing something like that. It was to pin the crime on Mr. Engarde!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
There is no way anyone would put a bloodied button in their own pants! That's right! Mr. Engarde was set up! By the real killer, of course!
Judge:
And... The real murder is...? Well, Mr. Wright!? Who in the world is the real killer then!?
Phoenix:
(Finally... I can't believe I managed to bring this trial all the way up to this point...)
Mia:
Phoenix... You can't let your guard down yet! Not until the very end!
Phoenix:
The real killer, the person who planned to frame Mr. Engarde is...
Present Adrian Andrews profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Adrian Andrews!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Wright. Which of these four doesn't belong here? Up, down, left, Wright.
Phoenix:
Um, "Wright"?
Edgeworth:
Thank you, I feel much better. I'm relieved to know you can at least pick that much out. I worry about you. You seem to fail every time you try to make logical sense!
Mia:
Or in other words, "think before you speak", Phoenix.
Phoenix:
(Is it just me or is everyone ganging up on me?)
Judge:
That's enough dawdling now, Mr. Wright. We don't have all day.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"The real killer, the person who planned to frame Mr. Engarde is..."
Phoenix:
Ms. Adrian Andrews! I choose you! You are Mr. Corrida's killer!
Andrews:
Wh-What!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!! Mr. Wright! This is a very grave matter! Do you have any evidence that supports your charge...?
Phoenix:
"Any evidence"...? ALL of the evidence points to Ms. Andrews!
Andrews:
Wh... How preposterous! You can't stick any of that on me!
Phoenix:
I can't, can I? Would you care to test me?
Andrews:
Then... Then what about this knife!?
Phoenix:
The knife was used to stab the victim after he had already been strangled to death. It was used to throw suspicion onto Mr. Engarde, naturally. A knife covered in the defendant's fingerprints could only be taken from his room. And the only one who had dinner with him, and knew which knife to take, was you.
Andrews:
...Tsk! Th-Then! What... What about the button that was found in Matt's hakama!?
Phoenix:
This button was removed from the victim's body after he had already died. The only people who could've done so were the person who found his body or the killer. However, if Mr. Engarde was the real killer, there is no way he would have put such incriminating evidence in his own hakama!
Andrews:
Ughn...
Phoenix:
The only person who could have put this button into Mr. Engarde's hakama, is the person who went to wake him from his nap... which is you, yet again, Ms. Andrews.
Judge:
I... I see... What about the empty guitar case...?
Phoenix:
This is also another piece of evidence that incriminates Ms. Andrews. That costume was used to hide the real killer's identity as they fled the crime scene. Now, who could have known that there was just such a costume inside the guitar case...? It could only have been the person who prepared the costume for the victim. And that person is... you, Ms. Adrian Andrews!
Andrews:
N...No... I...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But Ms. Andrews' fingerprints were nowhere to be found on the guitar case! And it was you who proved that she was not wearing gloves at the time!
Judge:
...! Th-That's right!
Phoenix:
That's because she did not intend on leaving any prints. If anyone had found out that she had touched the case, they would have asked her why. So to avoid leaving any prints, she used a towel or something else to open it. But! The glass of tomato juice is a different story! Ms. Andrews purposefully left her fingerprints on the glass to show that yes, indeed, she was the classic "dazed discoverer" of a dead body!
Andrews:
Aaaaaah!
Phoenix:
And to top it all off, there is this photo! A photo of the killer as they exited the scene of the crime. No reasonable person on Earth can believe this Nickel Samurai is Mr. Engarde! He would be much too short for his own costume if it was him.
Andrews:
...!
Phoenix:
Speaking of how tall people are... Ms. Andrews, you're also kind of short in stature, are you not?
Andrews:
P-Please... Stop...
Phoenix:
Well, how about it, Ms. Andrews!?
Andrews:
Um...
Phoenix:
(I've got her this time!)
Andrews:
...
Judge:
Ms. Andrews...?
Andrews:
... I... I... I refuse... to testify.
Phoenix:
What was that...?
Andrews:
Th-There's a law... It says I can't be forced to testify about something... if it can incriminate me!
Judge:
Well, yes... You are absolutely correct, Ms. Andrews. The law does provide us with a way to avoid self-incrimination... by allowing a witness to not testify if the testimony can cause damage to themselves.
Phoenix:
WHAT!? ("Pleading the fifth" is not something most people would think to do on the spot! Actually... Thinking back to yesterday in Mr. Engarde's room...)
von Karma:
Adrian Andrews!
Andrews:
Y-Yes...?
von Karma:
Think hard about what we just discussed. Understood!?
Andrews:
A-Alright... ...
Phoenix:
(That's it. That's when Franziska planted this idea into her head... She must have told Ms. Andrews to not testify if things looked bad.)
Mia:
You did a good job proving everything up to this point, Phoenix. But there is still one thing you haven't done.
Phoenix:
Something I haven't done...?
Edgeworth:
Heh heh heh. What's wrong, Wright? Are you finished already? Run out of evidence?
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
What is so humorous, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
I'm sure you realize this as well, Your Honor... But, everything the good lawyer here has proven up to this point is meaningless.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
Everything you have proven is circumstantial.
Phoenix:
Circumstantial...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, circumstantial. You have yet to provide a single piece of definitive proof. Proof that Ms. Andrews, did in fact, harbor a wish to murder Mr. Corrida!
Judge:
M-Ms. Andrews! You... Did you want to kill Mr. Corrida...?
Andrews:
I believe this may lead to me incriminating myself, so I will abstain from answering.
Judge:
But Ms. Andrews... If you do that, it would be the same as admitting your guilt, don't you think...?
Andrews:
Maybe so, or maybe not. There is nothing to prove it either way. Besides, you don't even know what crime I would be "guilty" of due to my silence.
Phoenix:
(NO!! She's taking that defiant attitude again!) M-Mia! What should we do...?
Mia:
Somehow, we've landed in the worst possible situation.
Judge:
I think we have reached a certain conclusion at this point in time. Ms. Adrian Andrews has refused to testify. And the defense's theory that she is the actual murderer... has not been fully substantiated with solid definitive proof.
Phoenix:
But! That's not true!
Judge:
In this situation, there is only one thing this court can do. And that is to declare a recess.
Phoenix:
R-Recess...!?
Judge:
I request that both the prosecution and the defense look further into this matter. And at tomorrow's trial...
Phoenix:
(T-Tomorrow...!? We don't have a "tomorrow"! If we don't get a not guilty verdict today, then...)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Please wait, Your Honor! Th...That's not necessary! The trial... Please continue the trial!
Edgeworth:
What are you sweating for...? Your client is getting one more day to live, isn't he?
Phoenix:
That... That's not it! This isn't about that. Edgeworth! I know you know who the real killer is! Please... Let the trial continue! If I don't get the verdict... then Maya...
Edgeworth:
...?
Judge:
But it's impossible to continue as long as the witness refuses to testify. Now then, this court is...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
It is not impossible for this trial to continue.
Andrews:
...!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth! Wh-What are you...
Edgeworth:
It's true Ms. Andrews holds the right against self-incrimination; however, if the topic of conversation were something unrelated to whatever she may be guilty of, then she has no right to withhold testimony!
Judge:
Y-Yes, that is very true, but...
Edgeworth:
Actually, there is one little thing that I'm curious about. Ms. Andrews.
Andrews:
...
Edgeworth:
When you found the victim's dead body, you poured yourself a glass of juice.
Andrews:
Y-Yes... And...?
Edgeworth:
I can't help but think how unnatural that is. Usually when one finds a body, they are shaken up, not stirring a glass of juice.
Andrews:
So my actions were "unusual"? But I've already...
Edgeworth:
Before you speak, I want to state that if you have a reason behind your actions, I would like you to testify to that effect.
Andrews:
Testify...!?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! I would like to request that the witness testify again as to what happened when she first discovered the victim's body! Whatever we find out in this testimony should in no way implicate the witness.
Judge:
Hmm...
Mia:
I don't know what it is about Edgeworth today, but I can't get a good read off of him. Is he friend or foe? I just don't know...
Judge:
The court acknowledges the prosecution's request. Ms. Andrews, if you please.
Witness Testimony
-- When I Found the Body --
Andrews:
That glass of juice... I didn't really pour it for myself.
I was surprised when I walked into the room and saw it in that messy state.
And Juan... He was sitting slumped over and tired-looking in the corner.
When I saw him sitting like that, the thought that he was dead didn't cross my mind.
To be honest, I thought he had just fainted or something. So I went to pour him some juice.
When I realized that he was dead... That's when I knocked the flower vase over.
Judge:
Hmm... So you poured that glass of juice for the victim. Why didn't you say so in your earlier testimony?
Andrews:
...I didn't think I needed to include something so trivial.
Mia:
Phoenix. Please be careful here. If you can't find anything wrong with this testimony, then there's nothing left...
Phoenix:
I know. (Edgeworth... What the heck is going on in that brain of yours...?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. You may begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- When I Found the Body --
Andrews:
That glass of juice... I didn't really pour it for myself.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But... There wasn't anyone else in the room, right?
Andrews:
Of course not.
Phoenix:
Then... who did you pour it for?
Andrews:
Mr. Wright. There is a rhyme and reason for everything. Can you wait just a little longer for it to be revealed to you?
Edgeworth:
In other words, Wright, "Be quiet and listen."
Andrews:
Precisely! I couldn't have said it better myself.
Phoenix:
Unnngh...
Andrews:
I was surprised when I walked into the room and saw it in that messy state.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, it was a "mess"? Are you sure it wasn't messy because of your fight with Mr. Corrida...?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I understand your frustrations at not being able to prove your theory. However... Before you go accusing people of crimes, go find yourself some evidence!
Phoenix:
(Grr...)
Edgeworth:
And then, what did you see next, witness?
Andrews:
And Juan... He was sitting slumped over and tired-looking in the corner.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Slumped over?
Andrews:
Yes, he was just sitting there with his head tilted forward, eyes closed. He really looked like he was sleeping.
Phoenix:
(...Is it just me or did that right there sound a little... odd?)
Andrews:
When I saw him sitting like that, the thought that he was dead didn't cross my mind.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Then what did cross your mind?
Andrews:
I thought maybe he had smashed everything up in anger because he lost the Grand Prix. And then felt tired after his rampage, so he decided to take a nap... Anyways, that's what I thought...
Judge:
I see. So you didn't think he was dead at all.
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So you honestly didn't think he was dead when you found him?"
Andrews:
To be honest, I thought he had just fainted or something. So I went to pour him some juice.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You thought he fainted...?
Andrews:
I thought he was asleep at first. But then, the room was in such a messy state... I thought maybe he had gotten into a fight with someone...
Edgeworth:
And that's when you went to pour the glass of juice?
Andrews:
Yes. He always has a hard time waking up. So Juan always has a glass of tomato juice to drink.
Judge:
Hmm... I see. And after that, what happened next?
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So you honestly didn't think he was dead when you found him?"
Andrews:
When I realized that he was dead... That's when I knocked the flower vase over.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And how did you come to realize that he was, in fact, dead?
Andrews:
I shook him over and over, but I never got a response... So I set the glass down on the dresser and tried to take his pulse. I... I was shocked... and staggered backward...
Edgeworth:
And knocked the flower vase over. So that's what happened.
Andrews:
...Yes.
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So you honestly didn't think he was dead when you found him?"
Mia:
... This is what it all comes down to.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
This is the absolute end for both sides... And Adrian is letting her guard down. Phoenix, now is our best chance yet to kill the prosecution's case!
Phoenix:
(Isn't that a bit harsh...? Ms. Andrews... Will you tell us the truth this time...?)
Phoenix:
So you honestly didn't think he was dead when you found him?
Andrews:
No, not at all...
Phoenix:
Even though this is what you saw when you discovered the body?
Andrews:
...Ah!
Judge:
Wh-What is the meaning of this!?
Phoenix:
Isn't it obvious, Your Honor? There is a knife sticking straight out of Mr. Corrida's chest! Anyone who saw this scene would have immediately thought that here was a dead man!
Andrews:
Ah... Um... That's... Well, you see...
Phoenix:
I doubt a single person in the world would mistake this for someone who fainted, and then so nonchalantly go pour something to drink!
Judge:
Y-Your point is...?
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews! Your testimony just now... It was all one giant lie!
Andrews:
Ungh!
Phoenix:
And your lie has proven one thing very clearly. That you are the real killer!
Andrews:
... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
It looks like the defense has somehow brought the ugly truth to light. The defendant, Mr. Matt Engarde, is not guilty after all...
Andrews:
That... But that's impossible! You're wrong...
Judge:
M-Ms. Andrews! Try to have some composure!
Andrews:
It... It wasn't me... It wasn't me, I tell you! It was Matt! I swear it! He's the one who killed Juan!
Phoenix:
But you were the one who refused to testify! And your reason for not doing so was that you "might" end up incriminating yourself!
Andrews:
Th-That's because...
Judge:
Ms. Andrews, I will give you one last chance. What exactly are you hiding that may "incriminate" you?
Andrews:
... I... I... I refuse... to testify.
Judge:
Then there is no need for this court to continue any further. Mr. Matt Engarde's innocence has been clearly demonstrated.
Phoenix:
(Is... Is it... over...? Have we... Have we found the truth at last...?)
Mia:
What's wrong, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
Usually... Well, usually, the real killer confesses his or her guilt. And now that I think about it, this is the first time someone hasn't.
Judge:
Now then, I would like to hand down my verdict for Mr. Matt Engarde.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. The prosecution feels that it would be premature to pass down a verdict at this time.
Judge:
Wh-What...?
Edgeworth:
The reason is quite simple. This witness has yet to speak the absolute real truth.
Judge:
The "absolute real truth"...? What are you...?
Edgeworth:
Witness... Don't you understand yet?
Andrews:
...Huh?
Edgeworth:
I don't know who planted this silly idea in your head, but as long as you "protect" yourself through your silence, Matt Engarde will go free. And in his place... YOU will become the guilty party!
Andrews:
...Th-That's... That's a lie! I... I don't believe you!
Edgeworth:
What...?
Andrews:
I... I was told... If I spoke... If I spoke, then it would be all over... And Matt would never be declared guilty...
Phoenix:
(Wh-What in the world is she talking about!? Has she lost it!?)
Andrews:
I... I can't speak about it... I'm too scared...
Mia:
It's Franziska von Karma...
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Mia:
Don't you rememeber, Phoenix? Ms. Andrews lives by gripping tightly onto the words of another. Because she doesn't have the strength to believe in herself.
Phoenix:
Th...Then, right now... Ms. Andrews is...
Mia:
Yesterday, she was tossed a life-saver by Ms. von Karma. "Don't say a word, no matter what happens. If you do, Matt Engarde will be acquitted." Ms. Andrews undyingly believes in those words right now, and is clinging onto them...
Phoenix:
(Th-Then what should we do!? This... This is the first time I've ever come across anything like this! But Ms. Andrews has to be the killer, right!? All we have to do now is... is get our not guilty... That is my only priority!)
Andrews:
It wasn't me! I'm begging you, please believe me! I didn't kill Juan! Help... Please... Someone... Help me...!
Judge:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
The court can't continue on like this, therefore I'd like to hear what you intend to do.
Phoenix:
(What I intend to do...!? Wh-What am I supposed to do!? What am I supposed to say!?)
Edgeworth:
Wright! I suggest you think very carefully about this! Think about what this witness did, and what she did NOT do! And think about who is the real mastermind behind this crime!
Phoenix:
(Who's the real mastermind? Isn't that obvious!? There's no one else it could be except the woman crying over there! ...Right?)
Edgeworth:
Come now! What will you do!? What kind of man are you, Mr. Phoenix Wright!?
Request "not guilty" verdict
Phoenix:
(No matter what she says... Ms. Andrews is the only person it could be! Not to mention... I don't have a choice. I have to win a complete acquittal today!)  Y-Your Honor! The defense believes there is enough evidence to substantiate our claim! Therefore, we motion that this court passes a verdict of "not guilty" as soon as possible!
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
I'm disappointed in you, Wright! What have you learned in this past year!?
Leads to:
"That's enough!"
Force Andrews to testify
Phoenix:
(I have to win a complete acquittal today... There's no way around that! But... I can't bring myself to do it like this! Not when she's making a face like that...) Ms. Andrews! I would like to know what you are really hiding!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! Are you sure you know what you're doing!?
Phoenix:
Sure, Mr. Engarde would get an acquittal, but in his place, you would be found guilty! Is this... Is this how you really want this trial to end!?
Andrews:
B-Be quiet... How dare you!? You... You're trying to trick me!
Leads to:
"That's enough!"
Judge:
That's enough! I commend you for trying, Mr. Edgeworth. However, it's clear that the defense's theory is the truth.
Andrews:
...Y...You're wrong...
Edgeworth:
... Such a shame...
Andrews:
...!
Edgeworth:
I had hoped things wouldn't come to this, however...
Judge:
Wh-What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Andrews. Since you absolutely refuse to testify... It falls on my shoulders to disclose this to the court.
Andrews:
...S...Stop...
Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
This witness... How should I put this... She has an illness.
Andrews:
What!?
Edgeworth:
And because of this illness, she has tried to commit suicide in the past.
Andrews:
S-Stop... Please stop...!
Edgeworth:
No matter how much you want to hide it, it's no use. I have the evidence right here.
Andrews:
Ah! Th-That's...!
Phoenix:
(That's the second part of the suicide report; the attempted suicide report!)
Edgeworth:
What will you do now, witness? You know what I am about to do, don't you? I will now reveal to the court, the true nature of the pitiful woman known as Adrian Andrews!
Phoenix:
(The secret of her co-dependant nature... Having other people know about it scares her more than anything else in the world...)
Andrews:
Please! Please STOP!! I beg you!! If people find out... If people find out... I... I'll...
Edgeworth:
If you're going to say you would "choose death", that is of no concern to me.
Andrews:
...!
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... How can you be so cold...!?)
Edgeworth:
However, before you die... I will pull the truth from your breathing lips! ... No matter what I have to do.
Andrews:
...
Edgeworth:
So, will you tell the court yourself, or shall I!? Either is fine with me.
Andrews:
... ... ...I... I'll talk. But please... Help me... N-Nothing matters anymore...
Witness Testimony
-- My "Crime" --
Andrews:
When I first saw him... I really thought he had fainted. Honest.
When I realized he was dead... That was when I formulated my plan.
Once I made sure there was no one in the hallway, I made a dash back to Matt's room.
And then... I stabbed Juan's dead body with the knife, and ripped off the button.
Just when I finished and was returning to Matt's room... I had a bit of an inconvenience.
And that's why... That's why I ended up using the Nickel Samurai costume.
Judge:
S-Stabbed the body!? With the knife!? But why would you do that!?
Andrews:
Isn't it obvious? To pin the blame on a certain person... A certain cowardly man!
Judge:
Wh... What do you mean by all of this...?
Edgeworth:
It might take this court a little while to understand, but... This is the truth.
Andrews:
The real killer is Matt! That scumbag of a man! I'll never forgive him! He's trying to escape his guilt again! Just like last time!
Phoenix:
("Last time"...?)
Edgeworth:
So, Ms. Andrews stabbed the victim, Juan Corrida, in the chest with the knife. However, she didn't do it with murder in mind. She did it with the intent of framing Matt Engarde for the murder... And this! This is her "crime"!
Phoenix:
(Wh-WHAT!? How is this possible!? I mean... Wasn't Ms. Andrews supposed to be the real murderer!?)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Please get over your shock and commence the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- My "Crime" --
Andrews:
When I first saw him... I really thought he had fainted. Honest.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But you could tell from the state the room was in, that there must have been a fight! Are you telling the truth when you say that you did not know he was dead?
Andrews:
He... had a scarf tied around his neck... But that scarf is a part of the Jammin' Ninja's costume... So... So I didn't think anything about it was strange... His head was also... tilted down a bit, so I couldn't see his face that well... That's why I thought I'd wake him up... and went to pour the juice...
Andrews:
When I realized he was dead... That was when I formulated my plan.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What is this "plan" you had?
Andrews:
... I knew right away the murderer was Matt. I knew because Juan... He was going to expose Matt's weakest weakpoint to the world. So Matt did this to stop Juan, and silence him for good. That's when I thought, "I should forge some evidence and pin this crime on Matt."
Edgeworth:
So the forged pieces of evidence were the knife and the button...
Andrews:
The first thing that came to mind was to plant the knife.
Andrews:
Once I made sure there was no one in the hallway, I made a dash back to Matt's room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That was so you could get the knife, correct?
Andrews:
The knife Matt used at dinner had his fingerprints all over it. I thought if I used that, then the police would certainly turn their eyes towards him. Matt was napping with his costume on at the time. I slipped in, took the knife, and returned to the scene of the crime.
Andrews:
And then... I stabbed Juan's dead body with the knife, and ripped off the button.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you were the one to stab the victim with that knife.
Andrews:
It gives me goosebumps to think about it now... What a horrible thing I did... But... At the time, I couldn't control my own body. It moved on its own. Then, when I stabbed Juan's dead body... I suddenly realized something. If I used the button somehow, I could make Matt look even more suspect.
Edgeworth:
So you thought to rip one of the buttons off and then plant it in Mr. Engarde's hakama.
Andrews:
Yes... That's what I had planned to do. ...But things never go that smoothly, do they?
Andrews:
Just when I finished and was returning to Matt's room... I had a bit of an inconvenience.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
An "inconvenience"...?
Andrews:
There was a woman with a camera at the ready, loitering in the hallway.
Phoenix:
(I'm willing to bet my spikes it was Lotta...)
Andrews:
There was also a woman with a ray gun at the ready pacing back and forth...
Phoenix:
(That's Ms. Oldbag for you...)
Andrews:
I had already been caught and made into a big scoop for a certain weekly tabloid once, so I couldn't very well go out looking like myself and get caught again.
Andrews:
And that's why... That's why I ended up using the Nickel Samurai costume.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You were the one who prepared that costume, weren't you?
Andrews:
Yes. I took it from Global Studios... I also put it into Juan's guitar case the day before the award ceremony.
Edgeworth:
You did this in preparation for the press conference, correct?
Andrews:
Yes, Juan wanted to wear that costume and hold a press conference in it. He was going to disclose Matt's big secret there.
Judge:
And what is this "secret"...?
Andrews:
... ...That, I don't know. Anyway, I thought that if I were to leave Juan's room in the Nickel Samurai costume... then people would think that Matt was the "real" murderer. I was very careful not to leave any fingerprints when I opened the guitar case. I absolutely did not want anyone to know about the costume.
Phoenix:
(I don't want to concede, but this testimony... it rings of the truth...)
Mia:
I'm sorry, Phoenix...
Phoenix:
N-No, please, don't apologize to me. We were both taken by surprise.
Mia:
Still, I'm sorry...
(Pressing all statements leads to:)
Judge:
I think we've heard enough! So, after that, you went back to Mr. Engarde's room and planted the button?
Andrews:
...Into Matt's hakama? Yes. After that, I folded up the costume I was wearing and put it into a bag. Then I snuck it out of the hotel and got rid of it.
Judge:
M-My word... What does all this mean...?
Andrews:
...Mr. Edgeworth, is it?
Edgeworth:
...
Andrews:
The real criminal... is Matt Engarde!! Yesterday... That woman prosecutor sat me down for a talk...
Phoenix:
(Franziska, huh...)
Andrews:
She said that I should under no circumstances confess to what I had done. That if I just kept quiet, then Matt would be found guilty for sure... I... I had no choice but to believe in her words...
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
...
...............
Judge:
What this witness has done is clearly unlawful. However... As long as her testimony stands, we can be certain she is not the real killer!
Phoenix:
W-Wait, Your Honor! The defense still...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Wright.
Phoenix:
!
Edgeworth:
It's pointless. At this point in time, it is not possible to indict Ms. Andrews on anything.
Judge:
Yes, exactly. There isn't a single piece of evidence that points to her as the murderer. The cross-examination of this witness is over. And so is today's trial. You couldn't establish that the witness was the culprit. Please let it go, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
B-But!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth, please place Ms. Andrews under arrest for further questioning.
Edgeworth:
Understood, Your Honor. The prosecution will arrange for her detention immediately.
Judge:
That's all. Court is adjourned for today!
Phoenix:
(Today's... Today's trial... It's over...! And I didn't win an acquittal!)
Edgeworth:
Witness... Would you mind if I asked you something?
Phoenix:
...! (Edgeworth...?)
Andrews:
What is it...?
Edgeworth:
Before you leave court today, I wondered if I might look at one thing. The card in your hand. It's had my interest for quite some time now. What exactly is it...?
Andrews:
Oh, this...? Mr. Wright also asked about this. Although I didn't remember at the time you asked me about it, Mr. Wright, I remembered just now. I found this in the room on that day.
Phoenix:
"The room"...?
Edgeworth:
"That day"...?
Andrews:
Yes. I found this card when I discovered Juan's body. It was lying there right next to him...
Phoenix:
You found that card... next to the victim's body?
Andrews:
I suppose I must have unconsciously slipped it into my pocket... ...But it's not as if this card has any relevance to Juan's murder, right?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I guess not. But it's still a strange card, if you ask me... But as far as a clue to this case...? I don't see why...)
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Witness! That card... Give it to me! Hurry!
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Do you have any idea what you have stupidly, yet inadvertently done!? This... I can't believe you hid this from me all this time!
Andrews:
I... I didn't mean to...
Mia:
Wh-What is this all about...?
Phoenix:
(I've never seen such an emotional Edgeworth in my entire life... That card... What in the world is it? And what does it mean...!?)
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection denied.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection denied. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Matt Engarde...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
Game over
Farewell, My Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
March 22, 5:24 PMWright & Co. Law Offices
Pearl:
Mystic Maya... M-Mystic Mayaaa... *sniffle, sniffle*
Phoenix:
There, there, Pearls...
Pearl:
I... I can't take it... anymore... ...Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
Phoenix:
L-Look! It'll be alright! Everything may still work out.
Pearl:
Hm...?
Phoenix:
The condition was that we had to get a "not guilty" verdict. And so far, the kidnapper has kept his word and hasn't hurt Maya. And he won't because Mr. Engarde hasn't been given a "guilty" sentence yet!
Pearl:
Unngg... Nnmff... *sniffle, sniffle*
Phoenix:
Cheer up! We don't have time to stand around crying! We have to get going!
Pearl:
... Y-You're right...
Pearl:
Mystic Maya is in much more pain than I am!
Phoenix:
Yes, that's right. So...
???:
Hey! You guys! Glad I caught you, pal!
Pearl:
M-Mr. Scruffy Detective...
Phoenix:
(...Oh boy. Looks like Detective Gumshoe... has been dubbed "Mr. Scruffy Detective" in Pearls' book now...)
Gumshoe:
It's just plain ol' "Mr. Dick Gumshoe" now, and I came to talk to you, pal!
Phoenix:
(But we're kind of busy right now...)
Examine
Plant
Gumshoe:
Hey, it's wilting a little!
Pearl:
I'll... I'll give it some delicious water, pal!
Phoenix:
Ah, it's OK... I already did that...
Gumshoe:
...The watering can... Where are you, Mr. Watering Can...?
Phoenix:
(Did he just call the watering can, "Mr."?)
Poster
Pearl:
This is the... uh... Nickel Samurai, right?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, that's right.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Please take care of Mystic Maya, and be her "Nickel Samurai", alright!?
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me.
Pearl:
Oh! Do you need to look something up in one of these law books, Mr. Nick!? Wh-Which book is it!? Which book do you need!? ... Umm... I can't read those hard books, and... um... I can't reach them either...
Gumshoe:
B-But I can read AND I'm tall, pal!
Phoenix:
P-Please stop competing with an 8 year old... It's disturbing...
Desk
Phoenix:
My desk. Since I don't have time to sit, it's unusually clean...
Pearl:
Oh! I cleaned it up even more for you last night!
Gumshoe:
B-But I can get it even more cleaner, pal!
Pearl:
Aaah! That's... That's for the toilet!!
Phoenix:
(What a mess. Literally...)
Talk
The future
Phoenix:
So, what are you going to do from now on?
Gumshoe:
Whadaya mean, pal?
Phoenix:
Well, you've been fired, right? So, do you have a new job lined up yet?
Gumshoe:
Oh, that! A-Ah... What am I supposed to do now, pal!? I... I don't have anything coming in at all until my next payday!
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you talking about!? You don't have another payday!
Gumshoe:
... I guess that means I'm just gonna half [sic] to work here at your place, pal!
Phoenix:
S-SAY WHAT!?
Gumshoe:
You'll be searching for things that will prove Mr. Engarde's innocence all day, right?
Phoenix:
W-Well... yeah...
Gumshoe:
So yeah! I'm going to help you, pal! I've got lots of experience in investigating, and watching over people's places! And I'm great at making really simple meals, pal! I'll take care of it all!
Pearl:
Come on, Mr. Nick! Let's let Mr. Scruffy Detective take care of things!
Phoenix:
A-Ah... OK... By the way, what's your best dish?
Gumshoe:
Instant noodles, pal.
Phoenix:
(Why am I surrounded by people who only eat cheap, unhealthy foods...?)
Edgeworth
Gumshoe:
...That was the first time I've ever seen Mr. Edgeworth act like that... Never thought he'd say something like, he didn't care if Ms. Andrews killed herself...
Pearl:
H-He said that!? That's horrible...
Gumshoe:
But because of him doing that, we got the truth finally.
Phoenix:
...The truth... (Ms. Andrews' last testimony; I wonder if that was the truth...?) I'll give you that there was nothing strange in her testimony itself. But... I still think there is something fundamentally wrong with the whole thing.
Gumshoe:
You mean about "that" thing, pal?
Phoenix:
Why would she want to -- no, I mean, almost "need" to frame Mr. Engarde... I couldn't figure that out from anything she said all day!
Gumshoe:
... Then... Then you're saying that testimony... was a lie...?
Phoenix:
Not a lie, per se... It just feels like there's more here than meets the eye. Or that's what Edgeworth would like us to believe...
Pearl:
Th-That's such a dirty trick! Even that woman prosecutor was better than that!
Phoenix:
(Franziska von Karma...) Speaking of Ms. von Karma, do you have any more information on her condition? Wasn't she shot this morning!?
Franziska (appears after Edgeworth)
Gumshoe:
Ms. von Karma was shot today on the way to the trial by a pistol, pal.
Phoenix:
B-But she's going to be fine, right? I mean, Edgeworth said she was in "stable condition", but...
Gumshoe:
Well, she was shot in the shoulder, so she's OK and still hanging in there. They should be done taking the bullet out, so she's probably resting at the hospital.
Phoenix:
Which one...?
Gumshoe:
What? Are you going to visit her, pal?
Phoenix:
N-No... Well, I was kind of thinking about it...
Gumshoe:
Hey! You've actually got a heart, don't you!? She looked like she was being tortured to death not being able to go to the trial today, so maybe it'd be good for her if you went and let her whip you for a bit, pal!
Pearl:
Let's go let her whip us, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Now I'm DEFINITELY not going.
Gumshoe:
Um... let's see... The name of the hospital... Oh yeah! The "Hotti Clinic"!
Phoenix:
(That name sends a chill down my spine... Well, I guess it can't hurt to stop by and say hi...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Look, it's my attorney's badge.
Gumshoe:
Oh! It's a little tarnished, don't you think, pal? Don't worry! I'll make it all sparkly shiny again!
Phoenix:
(I... I'm really touched...)
Radio Transceiver
Gumshoe:
Have you heard anything from the kidnapper...?
Phoenix:
...No... not yet.
Gumshoe:
I'm sure once he hears what happened at the trial today, he'll call, pal. But remember! You can't provoke him when you get to talk to him!
Jammin' Ninja's Button
Gumshoe:
When I saw that button, I thought to myself, "This is gonna prove Mr. Engarde's guilty!"... But it looks like there was a lot more to it than I thought, huh pal?
Phoenix:
You're a pro. You should know better than to say something like that.
Gumshoe:
W-Well, I'm not a cop anymore. Just a regular helper around the office now, so...
Phoenix:
(I wonder if he misses working down at the precinct...?)
Knife
Gumshoe:
Who would've thought that this knife Mr. Engarde used to eat his dinner steak with...
Phoenix:
Go on...
Gumshoe:
...That it would be stabbed into the victim's body by Ms. Andrews, of all people. I guess she just hated the victim that much, huh pal?
Phoenix:
The question isn't why she hated the victim to that extend, but rather why she tried to pin the murder on Mr. Engarde.
Pearl:
I wonder if she really hates Mr. Engarde?
Lotta's Photo
Gumshoe:
So this "Nickel Samurai" was really Ms. Andrews, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah. This is either when she went to Mr. Engarde's room to get the knife... ...or when she was done with the foul deed. But I guess we'll never know.
Maya Fey profile
Gumshoe:
It'll be OK! You'll see her again, little missy!
Pearl:
Y-Yeah!
Gumshoe:
It's really important that you don't give up!
Pearl:
O-OK!
Phoenix:
(I guess a big voice really does give you a sense of presence...)
Pearl:
I... I won't give up. Ever!
Pearl Fey profile
Gumshoe:
Cheer up! You can't give in, missy!
Pearl:
Y-Yeah!
Gumshoe:
Hey! I know! I'll show you something cool! How's this? It's a real, genuine pistol... ... I... I don't have my pistol or my police badge anymore...
Pearl:
Cheer up! You can't give in!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah!
Phoenix:
(What are those two doing...?)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
People are jealous of my roguishly cool "detective look", pal. It's because of this look that I passed the detective's test, you know.
Phoenix:
Oh.
Gumshoe:
But you know, people can't coast through life on their looks alone, pal.
Phoenix:
Yeah, you can't count on your looks alone.
Pearl:
Wow... I learned something new today...
Franziska von Karma profile
Phoenix:
Is she alright...? After being shot, I mean...
Gumshoe:
Her wound isn't that bad... Well, the gunshot wound anyway... But the wound to her pride, now that's a different story, pal.
Phoenix:
The wound to her pride?
Gumshoe:
Well, until now, she's always upheld the "Von Karma Creed", but since she came here, well, you've given her pride quite a beating, pal.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Gumshoe:
I mean, she may act all grown-up, but she's really still just an 18 year old. ...Quite frankly, I worry about her, pal.
Miles Edgeworth profile
Gumshoe:
That's the first time I've seen that side of Mr. Edgeworth, pal. Forcing people to say what he wants them to during testimony... I want to know what in the world happened to him all this time he's been gone...
Matt Engarde profile
Gumshoe:
I can't believe it. Maya getting kidnapped all because of this guy... I mean, what kind of person is the real murderer anyway!?
Pearl:
Maybe they're a big fan of Mr. Engarde?
Phoenix:
(But the kidnapper's voice... He sounded like an old man to me...)
Adrian Andrews profile
Gumshoe:
My impression of her has totally changed, pal.
Phoenix:
Um... So, where is she right now...?
Gumshoe:
I'm sure she's being questioned down at the precinct. At the very least about messing with the body, and obstructing the investigation. And she'll probably be staying over at the detention center...
Phoenix:
(The detention center, huh...)
Celeste Inpax profile
Gumshoe:
She was Ms. Adrian Andrews' mentor.
Phoenix:
(Because of the suicide of the mentor she depended on, Adrian Andrews tried to follow her in an attempted suicide... Now the question is, who is Ms. Andrews relying on now...?)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Could you please take a look at this...?
Gumshoe:
Um... I can't think of anything to say about this, pal. ... Wh-Why don't I make us some instant noodles, instead?
Phoenix:
Th-That's OK... Really.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
March 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Hotel Lobby
Leads to:
March 22
Gatewater Hotel
Hotel Lobby
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
March 22
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
(Clearing "Franziska" "Talk" option leads to:)
Hotti Clinic
Leads to:
March 22
Hotti Clinic
Reception
March 22Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
(From what the guard told me... It sounds like along with Mr. Engarde, Ms. Andrews is also being detained here.)
Pearl:
Then we should talk with them since we're here...
Phoenix:
Yeah, but both of them are still in questioning.
Pearl:
Hmm... And we don't have time to waste.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, visiting hours are almost over...)
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera.
Guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitor's the visitor's room. Catching a few z's while he's standing; now that's a good way to spend free time.
March 22Gatewater HotelHotel Lobby
Pearl:
Alright now, Mr. Nick! Let's go look for clues! We have to, for Mystic Maya's sake...
???:
You shall not pass!
Phoenix:
*gasp* Ms. Oldbag!
Oldbag:
Don't devalue my name and turn it into a gasp, you spiky-headed poof! Because of you, I've been made to look like the bad guy again! Although, I did get a piece of gum from Edgey-boy, just as he promised... But what I really wanted was something much more valuable! I wanted Edgey-poo's heart! I want it all for me! It's all your fault! You've awakened the wild beast inside of this Oldbag! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Pearl:
Aah! Ms. Oldbag!
Oldbag:
Keep your hands off of me! This helmet is airtight! No air's gets in and no air gets out!
Phoenix:
Umm... What does your helmet have to do with anything?
Oldbag:
Hmph! Don't think you can get me to move with silly questions! You're going to have to defeat me if you want to get by!
Phoenix:
(I'm not hearing this...)
Examine
Anywhere
Oldbag:
Hey! I said no restless loitering and no touching! You're interfering with my watch, and that's a no-no!
Phoenix:
(Argh. Looks like in order to search around here... I have to first get this kooky "alien" to go away...)
Talk
Any options
Phoenix:
Um...
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Oldbag:
Hah! You're a million light-years too early to be asking ME questions, whippersnapper!
Phoenix:
(Argh. Looks like the only way I'm going to get any investigating done... is to first do something about this kooky "alien"...)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Umm... Could you please take a look at this...?
Oldbag:
Hmph! Sorry, sonny. I can't see it very well through this helmet!
Phoenix:
(Argh. Looks like the only way I'm going to get any investigating done... is to first do something about this kooky "alien"...)
Oldbag:
I see that look in your eyes! You stop thinking I'm an alien from outer space this instant!
March 22Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Pearl:
Wow. Everybody looks really busy with something or another...
Phoenix:
Hmm... They're probably strengthening the evidence for tomorrow's trial.
Detective:
Hey! Hurry up with that, will ya!? Pass that victim's list around! ...Now you're speaking nonsense! There's more than 100 people on there!
Pearl:
Um, Mr. Nick...? Is Mr. Engarde a really bad, terrible criminal...?
Phoenix:
... Actually, Pearls, never mind. It sounds like they're working on a different case...
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"...Very well. Now why do you want to work for our company?" "Well, that would have to be because I feel I would like to help this company grow."
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for corporate interviews.
Chief Detective
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
WHAT!? Prosecutor von Karma was shot in front of the courthouse!? Wh-Who did it!? Who shot her!?
Phoenix:
(I have a sneaking suspicion that even Gumshoe could do this guy's job...)
March 22Hotti ClinicReception
Phoenix:
(...Never thought I'd ever come back to this place...)
???:
Hmm, yes... Are you here to visit a patient? Hmm...
Phoenix:
Ah, hi... ...Wait a second! You're...!
???:
Hmm, yes... I'm Director Hotti... Hoh, hoh.
Phoenix:
Why are you still here!?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... What is it? Hmm... Can I help you? You can tell me... Hmm, yes...
???:
Director Hotti!
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth...
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... I'm Director Hotti... Hoh, hoh. ...Oh, you're the man from this morning. Hmm, yes... What is it?... Uh huh...
Edgeworth:
Director. Franziska... How is Franziska von Karma?
Hotti:
Hmm... You don't need to worry. Hmm, yes... She's in good hands... Because, you see... I'm personally taking good care of her... Hmm, yes... Hee hee. Hmm, yes... and that thing... that surgery... It went well.
Edgeworth:
...You have my gratitude.
Phoenix:
(It looks like Edgeworth doesn't know about this "Director" and his secret...)
Hotti:
She looked so pitiful; absolutely terrified. Hmm, yes... But I understand, hmm... Hmm, yes... Her opponent was a gun, after all. Uh huh. And when I snuck up on her real secret-like, she would scream really loud. Hmm, yes.
Edgeworth:
I see.
Hotti:
Ah, but she's really cute too. When I'd do that, she'd whip me with her whip, uh huh... Boy did I cry like a baby. Hmm, yes... But I think I could get used to it. Hmm... Hmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
von Karma:
Go back to your room.
Hotti:
You're so mean, uh huh... So mean... my frisky Friska. But that's good too-- Hmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! OK, OK... I... Hmm, yes... It's time for my IV drops. Hmm, yes...
von Karma:
... And what are those tulips doing in your hand, Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
(Argh! I knew I shouldn't have come here!)
Examine
Waiting room on left
Phoenix:
This must be the waiting area. It's got the feeling of one and there are sofas lined up... but I don't see all that many patients.
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... well, visiting hours are over. That's why... Hmm... It's time for nightly consultations to begin... Mine, that is... Heh heh heh.
Phoenix:
(...Isn't there anyone keeping an eye on this guy...?)
Door at the back
Phoenix:
(I wonder where that door way down there leads to...?)
Hotti:
Oh, that's the X-ray room. Hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
H-H-How did you know what I was thinking!?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Well, it's... Because that's the X-ray room... Uh huh, yes...
Phoenix:
(There is something very peculiar about this guy... Because I know it's not me...)
Limping patient
Phoenix:
This patient is undergoing rehabilitation.
Hotti:
Wasn't that patient standing in the same spot the last time you came to visit? Doesn't look like they've moved any closer to the reception desk, huh? Is this clinic really doing anything!? Is that patient really getting better!? Hmm...
Phoenix:
Hey! Don't just cut into my monologue like that! I'm explaining things here!
Hotti:
Ah, sorry. Hmm, yes... Most sorry... Yes... Uh, huh...
Reception area
Phoenix:
This is the clinic's reception desk, but it doesn't look like there's anyone at the counter. On the wall is this month's "Word to the Wise": "Put your best foot forward." Putting this up at a general clinic like this is doesn't really mean much, does it...?
Talk
The shooting
von Karma:
I was shot in front of the courthouse, in my right shoulder. Hmph... It's no big deal. This sort of thing happens all the time. I even had full intentions of running the trial this morning.
Pearl:
But! But that would've been too much!
Phoenix:
(Yeah! You looked like you were deathly scared until only a few minutes ago...)
von Karma:
But I was dragged here by THAT prosecutor. He even went so far as to grab me by the wrist the whole way here.
Edgeworth:
It was the only logical course of action given the bullet was still lodged in your shoulder. But with me doing so... I found myself having to clean up after you and that irresponsible deal you made.
von Karma:
...!
Phoenix:
(I think I know what "deal" he's referring to...)
The deal
Phoenix:
Ms. von Karma. You made a deal with Ms. Andrews yesterday, didn't you?
von Karma:
I don't know what you mean.
Phoenix:
In order to make sure you got your guilty verdict on Mr. Engarde, you told Ms. Andrews to not testify in court today.
von Karma:
Hmph, I don't know what you're talking about. Do you have proof that I made such a deal?
Phoenix:
Y-You're denying it!?
von Karma:
... It looks like you were lucky, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
von Karma:
If I had been in court today, this trial would already be over.
Phoenix:
All while hiding Ms. Andrews' own crime?
von Karma:
That isn't my problem. Whether she had tampered with evidence or not... I have only one objective. To find Engarde guilty of murder. The end justifies the means, Mr. Phoenix Wright. The end justifies the means.
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Aah!
von Karma:
...
Phoenix:
(I guess that's all I get...)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Phoenix:
...Ms. von Karma. Adrian Andrews believed you when you said, "If you don't tell the truth of what really happened, then Engarde will be found guilty."
von Karma:
And what does that have to do with me?
Phoenix:
Because of that, she is now in danger of being found guilty herself! All because she believed in your words until the very end...
von Karma:
... That still has nothing to do with me. She's just a weak person, that's all.
Phoenix:
But you had to know she was... OWWW!
von Karma:
... I think visiting hours here are about over. So, if you'll excuse me.
Pearl:
What's wrong? Why did she suddenly cut you off...?
Phoenix:
(Probably because she thinks I had the advantage in that argument... ...Edgeworth...)
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
What happened today at the trial, Edgeworth? That was not like you at all...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
I mean, I know you knew about Ms. Andrews' condition. You could have made her testify as many times as you wanted, but to go that far...!
Edgeworth:
...Ah, but she wouldn't testify about THAT until I said something. Listen, Wright. The courtroom is a garden of judgment. I am putting myself on the line when I stand in there. And that's why I made the witness do the same... It's only natural.
Adrian's card
Phoenix:
By the way, Edgeworth... You were really angry in court today... That's rare for you.
Edgeworth:
Witness! That card... Give it to me! Hurry! Do you have any idea what you have stupidly, yet inadvertently done!? This... I can't believe you hid this from me all this time!
Phoenix:
That card... What in the world is it?
Edgeworth:
... You mean this...? ... Listen, Wright. This is top secret information. You absolutely cannot leak this. A special investigation team has existed for a number of years, but few know of it.
Phoenix:
I-I understand.
Edgeworth:
Their task is to find the "owner" of this card... A man called Shelly de Killer. And just as his name states, he is a "killer", an assassin. The best, at that.
Phoenix:
(An assassin!?)
Picture Card added to the Court Record.
Assassin (appears after Adrian's card)
Phoenix:
So who is this "Shelly de Killer"?
Edgeworth:
"De Killer" is the name of a long standing line of assassins.
Pearl:
Long standing?
Edgeworth:
The name first appeared about 100 years ago, I hear. Shelly is the professional name of the third heir to the De Killer name.
Phoenix:
So because his professional name is "Shelly", he leaves cards with a shell on them...?
Edgeworth:
He has a habit of making sure to leave a card by the body of his victims.
Pearl:
Why would he do something like that...?
Edgeworth:
We think it is a part of his duty to his clients.
Phoenix:
His "duty"?
Edgeworth:
If he leaves a card, then his clients can be assured it was he who killed the victim. It also serves as insurance against any charges being pushed onto his clients.
Phoenix:
...I see...
Edgeworth:
De Killer values the trust between his clients and himself above all else. It seems that this is one honorable assassin with a moral conscience.
Phoenix:
(I guess that even honorable assassins can exist...) So, you think this assassin... You think he's the one who did the killing in this case?
Edgeworth:
It would appear that way. The discovery of the card basically confirms it, wouldn't you agree?
Phoenix:
(Shelly de Killer, huh...)
Maya's situation (appears after Assassin)
Leads to:
"I noticed something at the trial today."
Present
Anything
Edgeworth:
...I've been put in charge of this case. So I can't give you any help with reagards to clues or evidence.
Phoenix:
You sure are hardnosed. Totally different from Detective Gumshoe.
Edgeworth:
...And that is why he was fired.
Phoenix:
(He's got a point...)
Edgeworth:
I noticed something at the trial today. You were behaving in a very strange manner. ...Is something the matter?
Phoenix:
(I guess... I should just tell him.) Maya... She's been kidnapped.
Edgeworth:
K-Kidnapped? What does the kidnapper want!?
Phoenix:
An acquittal.
Edgeworth:
... I see. I had no idea. ... I will prepare a rescue team as soon as possible, and resolve this by tomorrow.
Pearl:
R-Really!? Did you hear that, Mr. Nick!? M-Mr. Edgeworth is going to...
Phoenix:
Stop trying to console me, Edgeworth! I don't need your pity!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
There's no way you can find her. We don't have even a single clue to go on.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
There's only one way to save her. I... I have to get an acquittal somehow! It's the only way!
Edgeworth:
... Wright. Listen, you need to know something. Juan Corrida was killed by Shelly de Killer. And the client who ordered the job... is Matt Engarde... Your own client.
Phoenix:
Please, stop! ...I can't listen to you. I can't believe that.
Edgeworth:
...I see. Well, if you want to continue your investigation, you will need this.
Pearl:
What is it?
Edgeworth:
The hotel right now is restricted to police personnel only, as we are looking for any clues that might lead us to Shelly de Killer. If you take this with you to the hotel, I'm sure they will let you enter.
Letter of Introduction added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
...In any case, I must attend to the preparations for Maya's rescue team. We'll meet again, if anything should happen. Now if you'll excuse me...
Pearl:
Mr. Nick? Do you... Do you think... Mr. Engarde hired an assassin...?
Phoenix:
No way! (I mean, he doesn't have a Psyche-Lock...)
Pearl:
Y-Yeah, I guess not...
Phoenix:
Maya... Please... All I ask is you make it home, safe and sound!
Date: ??? Time ???Location: ???
Maya:
Heh heh. I guess even kidnappers can be a little clumsy. Clumsy enough to drop a card like this for me. And even though he said he was an "assassin", I bet he's just making that up, like how Nick does with everything in court. Anyway, let's try out the card trick with this card I just found...
...*click*...
Maya:
Sounds like I got the door open... OK! Time to go take a look around!
Examine
Door
Maya:
I've unlocked the door with this card... I should probably go and take a look around...
Date: ??? Time ???Location: ???
Maya:
Wh-What is this place...? I've got a feeling I'm not in the hotel anymore... Are those videos over there? ...Well, I'll worry about that later. For now, I should be looking for clues. That way, I can show them to sis and maybe get out of here!
Examine
TV
Maya:
Wow, I've never seen a TV this big before. Now where's the power button... Hmm...
...*click*...
Maya:
... Phooey. It's busted. I would so die a happy Samurai fan... if I ever got to see the Nickel Samurai on a TV like this. ... Ack! I can't believe I just made a joke about dying, all things considered...
Antenna
Maya:
What is this thing? An antenna... I guess? And this is... a VCR? There sure are a lot of electronic gadgets here. But what is an antenna doing here...?
Computer
Maya:
Oh, hey. It's a computer. I've never really used one before. ... Um... I have no idea where the power switch on this thing is... Drat. There goes my plan to use this somehow to get out of here.
Table
Maya:
There's a framed picture sitting on this coffee table. It's a picture of a woman... She's kind of pretty. Hey, looks like something's written here... Let's see... I think it says, "With love... Celeste" I bet this could be a clue...
Sofa
Maya:
...That's weird. What's a figurine doing on a sofa in a place like this...? I think it's... a bear. Aww, how cute! But it's got a lot of cuts and slits on it... I wonder if it's some kind of puzzle or something...
Video tapes
Maya:
It's so dark in here that I can barely see, but... these kinda feel like... video tapes... All of them... Just what kind of room is this...?
Door
Maya:
Unngh... Locked. Of course. And it doesn't look like I can use the card to open this door. There's a little hole at the bottom of the door. If only I was a little skinnier. Then maybe I'd be able to crawl through there...
Anywhere else
Maya:
I can't see very well in this darkness, but it doesn't seem like there's anything there...
(Examining antenna, table, sofa, and door leads to:)
???:
Oh, this simply will not do... I cannot have you wandering around at will.
Maya:
Eeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
???:
...It seems... that your Mr. Wright is truly concerned about you.
Maya:
He is...?
???:
For now, I would suggest you remain cooperative. If you cannot, there are ways in which I can help you...
Maya:
Ways... You mean...
???:
"Dead men tell no tales" is how the saying goes, correct?
Maya:
"D-D-D-D-Dead"!?
???:
I'm almost certain I told you on our first meeting. I am... an assassin.
Maya:
N-No way... You're lying... I mean... An assassin...?
???:
...People are not always who they appear to be.
Maya:
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!
March 22, 7:04 PMHotti ClinicReception
Pearl:
Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Hm? O-Oh yes, Pearls? (Got caught up in my thoughts about Maya's situation...)
Pearl:
Mr. Edgeworth has left, you know.
Phoenix:
(I guess for now, I have no choice but to believe in Mr. Engarde. But I think I should listen to his story one more time...)
Phoenix:
Alright! Let's get going too.
Pearl:
OK!
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
March 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
March 22Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Jailer:
I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over for today.
Pearl:
Aw...
Phoenix:
(Argh... I have too many questions I need to ask...) I-I'm sorry, but I'm Phoenix Wright, a lawyer for one of the...
Jailer:
You're Mr. Wright, you say? Oh, yeah, there's a message here for you.
Phoenix:
A message...?
Jailer:
It's from Matt Engarde. ...Ah, here you are.
Pearl:
What did he write!? Is it something really important...?
Phoenix:
I don't know. Well, let's see what it has to say... "To the lawyer dude. I've got something really important to tell you." (Why do I feel uneasy all of a sudden...?)
Engarde:
... ... Oh, Mr. Wright. So actually... I have a favor to ask of you. I have this cat named Shoe. I didn't put out a lot of food when I left the house, so he's probably pretty hungry. You think you could drop by my house and feed Shoe for me, dude? My house is just a little ways down from the hotel, alright?
Phoenix:
...
Pearl:
Th-This is terrible! Let's hurry! We have to feed his cat! I'm sure poor Shoe's stomach is growling by now!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I guess...
Matt's Note jammed into a pocket.
Phoenix:
(A client's request is a request... Guess I should go check up on his cat.)
Hotel Lobby
Present
Letter of Introduction
Leads to:
"(Hmm... Maybe if I show her this letter I got from Edgeworth...)"
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Maybe if I show her this letter I got from Edgeworth...) Um... Ms. Oldbag... If you would look at...
Oldbag:
What!? You want me to look at this worthless piece of... .................. ...Edgey-pooooo...
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Is that her perfume, Phéromone d'Amour, I smell...? *shudder*)
Oldbag:
Let's see here... "Would you please allow this unsophisticated young person to conduct his investigation? Yours truly, Miles Edgeworth"
Phoenix:
"Y-Yours truly"!?
Oldbag:
Hmph, that man's good at flattery. Fine. But only because Edgey-poo said so, you understand!?
Letter of Introduction given to Ms. Oldbag.
Oldbag:
I just thought of something I have to do. Remember, no messing around! You do anything bad and I won't let you off the hook!
Pearl:
It looks like she has strong feelings for Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
That may be, but you know nothing's going to come of it.
Pearl:
That's so mean, Mr. Nick! Feelings are meant to be told and shared!
Phoenix:
Owww... (Every time we talk about love, I always end up with a handprint on my face somehow.) Um, so anyway, let's continue our investigation.
Pearl:
OK!
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Phoenix:
Ack! What!? What now!?
Oldbag:
One little thing, before I forget. You can't go into Engarde's room today.
Pearl:
Why?
Oldbag:
The police's main investigation team is going to be in there all day, you hear?
Phoenix:
(I wonder if they're the team in charge of investigating "De Killer"...?)
Oldbag:
So don't go in there! Set one foot in there and you'll face the wrath of Wendy Oldbag!
Examine
Stage
Phoenix:
It's the stage they were going to use for the post-ceremony stage show. After the show, there was supposed to be a press conference, but...
Pearl:
But that press conference...
Phoenix:
It was really the victim, Juan Corrida, trying to disclose something about Mr. Engarde.
Pearl:
But they're both heroes... Why would they do something so un-heroic?
Phoenix:
They may look like heroes on the outside, but on the inside, they're only human.
Pearl:
...
Move
Viola Hall
Leads to:
March 22
Gatewater Hotel
Viola Hall
(Visiting Detention Center leads to:)
Living Room
Leads to:
March 22
Engarde Mansion
Living Room
March 22Engarde MansionLiving Room
Phoenix:
(Hmm, sure is dark...)
Pearl:
I'll go turn on a light!
Phoenix:
Wow... So this is what a star's house looks like. Must be nice to be rich.
Pearl:
Come on, Mr. Nick! Let's find Shoe, the kitty-cat!
Pearl:
Shoooooe!
Shoe:
Meow.
Phoenix:
So I guess this is Shoe.
Pearl:
Ah, what a lovely cat. ...Hello, Shoe.
Shoe:
Meow.
Pearl:
...Tee hee.
Phoenix:
(The cat seems to like Pearls.)
???:
Pardon me...
Phoenix:
!
???:
May I help you with something, Mister...
Phoenix:
Oh, uh, we're lawyers. Actually, I'm Mr. Engarde's lawyer.
???:
The master's... Then, you must be Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes.
???:
Ah, it's a pleasure to meet your wonderful self.
Doe:
I am the family butler, John Doe.
Phoenix:
Nice to meet you.
Shoe:
Meow.
Examine
Fireplace
Pearl:
Oh! There's a giant cooking hearth here.
Phoenix:
That's actually a fireplace.
Pearl:
How are they different, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
... (You know, I've never actually seen a hearth before, come to think of it...)
Pearl:
You should come and visit Fey Manor, then. I'll show you one when you do.
Motorcycle
Pearl:
A... A giant bicycle is flying through the air!
Phoenix:
... That bicycle, Pearls, is one where you don't have to pedal, and it moves on its own.
Pearl:
Really!? Wow!
Phoenix:
But sorry to disappoint you, it can't fly.
Pearl:
...Oh. That's too bad.
Lounge set
Phoenix:
It's a very comfortable and spacious lounge set. I wonder if famous stars drop by and sit around and have a good time. ...In any case, I don't really belong here, do I? ... Argh. What is with me and feeling inferior today...?
Pearl:
?
Masks
Pearl:
Ah! There are masks here!
Phoenix:
Yeah. That one in the middle is the Steel Samurai. The ones next to that are the Pink Princess and the Evil Magistrate. They fought many battles against the backdrop of Neo Olde Tokyo.
Pearl:
Wow, you really know a lot about the Steel Samurai, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
... (I don't know whether to laugh or cry that I know more about that show than a kid...)
Door on behind
Phoenix:
There's another door over there.
Pearl:
You shouldn't go wandering off over there, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
...Yes, Pearls. (Now I know how Maya feels when I tell her to stop playing around...)
Door
Pearl:
There's a small door at the bottom of this bigger door, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
I bet it's for Mr. Engarde's cat to use.
Pearl:
Oh, you mean Shoe.
Phoenix:
(The door... It's locked tight. Well, I guess that's to keep nosey people like me from entering it.)
Talk
Matt Engarde
Phoenix:
You must know all sorts of things about Mr. Engarde, right?
Doe:
Honestly, sir... I don't believe my master is capable of such a foul deed as murder.
Phoenix:
...
Doe:
...
Phoenix:
And, uh, anything else?
Doe:
No, not especially. It is not appropriate for a lowly servant to speak of the master or his affairs.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... How typically "butler-like", as it were...)
John Doe
Phoenix:
Mr. Doe, how long have you served at this residence...?
Doe:
Well, sir, I would have to say... maybe about one year?
Phoenix:
...
Doe:
...
Phoenix:
And, uh, anything else?
Doe:
No, not especially. It is not appropriate for a lowly servant to speak of himself and his affairs.
Phoenix:
(You know, I would've thought Mr. Engarde the kind to have a "maid" over a butler...)
Shoe
Phoenix:
That's a very cute cat you've got here.
Doe:
It is my duty to take care of him. The master rather fancies Shoe.
Phoenix:
...
Doe:
...
Phoenix:
And, uh, anything else?
Doe:
No, not especially. It is not appropriate for a lowly servant to speak of the family cat.
Phoenix:
(...Well then. I guess I don't need this piece of scrap paper anymore.)
Matt's Note crumpled into a ball and thrown away.
Present
Matt Engarde profile
Phoenix:
You must know all sorts of things about Mr. Engarde, right?
Doe:
Honestly, sir... I don't believe my master is capable of such a foul deed as murder.
Phoenix:
...
Doe:
...
Phoenix:
And, uh, anything else?
Doe:
No, not especially. It is not appropriate for a lowly servant to speak of the master or his affairs.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... How typically "butler-like", as it were...)
Any other evidence
Phoenix:
I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking a look at this.
Doe:
I'm afraid I cannot offer up anything special about it. It is not appropriate for a lowly servant to speak of evidence for a trial.
Phoenix:
(Polite yet snotty with a touch of rude. He's the stereotypical butler alright.)
Any other profiles
Phoenix:
Would you happen to know who this person is...?
Doe:
No, I would not. It is not appropriate for a lowly servant to speak of the master's acquaintances.
Phoenix:
(Then what in the world CAN I talk to you about!?)
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick! Being angry is bad!
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Doe:
...Well, I'm afraid I must take my leave of you now.
Phoenix:
Oh, we should probably get going ourselves.
Doe:
Ah, so young and yet already so accomplished. A master of law...
Phoenix:
But there is also a lot to be proud of in being a butler, in charge of the house and all.
Doe:
Thank you for the compliment, sir. ...People are not always who they appear to be. ...Now if you'll excuse me.
Shoe:
Meow.
March 22Gatewater HotelViola Hall
Phoenix:
Looks like we're the only ones here.
Pearl:
And yet... the hotel seems so busy somehow...
Phoenix:
(Probably because the police team is scouring for clues about "De Killer"...)
Examine
Front table
Pearl:
I want to eat a meal with Mystic Maya again...
Phoenix:
Yeah, me too...
Pearl:
Whenever I watch Mystic Maya eat like she does... It makes me happy about eating, and then I can eat a lot.
Phoenix:
Well, then... How about after we wrap up this case, we all go out for a huge twenty-course feast!
Pearl:
OK! Let's work really hard, then!
Move
Hallway
Leads to:
March 22
Gatewater Hotel
Hallway
March 22Gatewater HotelHallway
Lotta:
Hey, City Boy!
Phoenix:
L-Lotta... You're still here...
Lotta:
Reckon course! An investigative photographer eats or starves on her ability to snap up the scoop, yeah!? And this hotel just has that "aura of mystery". Ya know, like something's always about to happen.
Pearl:
But... Do you have a camera?
Lotta:
Reckgiven!
Lotta:
A photographer's gotta have cameras out the ear like corn to be a real pro, ya know!? So I'm hangin' around here... ... ... Speaking of cameras and feedin' the mouth, do ya have mine, ya bread-thief!?
Phoenix:
(Why can't you drop that "thief" thing already?)
Examine
Teddy bear
Pearl:
Aww, how lovely! The teddy bear looks happy to be surrounded by so many beautiful flowers.
Phoenix:
(Pearls really seems to like teddy bears a lot.)
Phoenix:
Ah... I wonder if... Lotta also...
Lotta:
I didn't touch them! Wasn't me, I tell ya! I give ya my word!
Phoenix:
(Why do I get the impression Lotta helped herself to one of them...?)
Flowers on left
Phoenix:
Compared to the flowers on the other side of the hall, these are much more gorgeous. Although, other than sunflowers and tulips, I have no idea what any of them are.
Pearl:
Um, Mr. Nick? What's this flower called?
Phoenix:
It's a sunflower... I think.
Pearl:
This flower over here is pretty too.
Phoenix:
That's a tulip, I guess.
Pearl:
...
Lotta:
Callin' everythin' a sunflower or a tulip; don't reckon even little kids'll fall for that!
Door on right
Phoenix:
There's a piece of paper taped to the door that says, "Matt Engarde's Room".
Pearl:
The old lady told us about this, didn't she? That we can't go in this room tonight.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if an investigation briefing is going on right now inside... Without Detective Gumshoe...)
Talk
Night of the murder
Phoenix:
I want to ask you about the night of the murder.
Lotta:
What? Ya really gonna shell out the bucks for the info I got!?
Phoenix:
Lotta, you were loitering in this hallway the night of the murder, were you not?
Lotta:
Well, kinda... But...
Phoenix:
(Brace yourself, Wright. Here it comes...)
Lotta:
I didn't exactly hang around here the entire time, ya know. Followed a few stars around... got a few autographs, shook a few hands, had a soda-pop with a few of 'em too.
Phoenix:
(Looks like she wasn't here the entire time, that night...)
Pearl:
The security lady also wasn't in this hallway the whole time either.
Phoenix:
(I guess this means there's no one who can tell us who came and went that night...)
Scandal
Phoenix:
So, about the note that was inside your camera case.
Lotta:
Oh, that ditty I wrote?
Phoenix:
Yeah... Can I believe what you've written?
Lotta:
Ya mean the stuff about Engarde shovin' his manager lady onto Corrida?
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Lotta:
Ah, well, I reckon ya best not be believin' that.
Phoenix:
What?
Lotta:
Look, I sorta wrote that on a whim, ya know? Writin' whatever came to mind.
Pearl:
"Whatever came to mind"...?
Lotta:
Yeah, when ya get down to it, it's just a lotta random bull dooders.
Phoenix:
...
Pearl:
...
Lotta:
Hey, what's with ya!? Why ya starin' at me like my grandpa used to!?
Phoenix:
Hmph.
Lotta:
Hey, and why do you look like you suddenly got older too!? Or am I just shrinkin' here!?
Pearl:
Umm...
Camera
Lotta:
Ah! My baby! My $1,600 baby! What's with that red-coated prosecutor anyhow!? The guy told me it was "evidence" and refused to give it back to me!
Phoenix:
Well, that's kind of how it is...
Lotta:
Hey, hey. Yer that red-coat's friend, ain't ya? So put in a few good words for me and git me back my camera.
Phoenix:
Y-You want me to do what!?
Lotta:
Listen, nag the guy real good fer 'bout five hours and I guarantee he'll give it back.
Phoenix:
Why don't you do your own dirty work...?
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, would you please take a look at this?
Lotta:
Nope. Sorry. No can do. Only thing I wanna see is a steamin' hand towel.
Phoenix:
Um, what? A steaming hand towel...?
Lotta:
Need one for my eyes. Today just ain't a good day for my eyes to be lookin' at stuff.
Phoenix:
(How convenient! Maybe I'll have to use that one next time you show me something!)
Move
Corrida's Hotel Room
Leads to:
March 22
Gatewater Hotel
Corrida's Hotel Room
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Lotta:
... Well, I reckon it's time for me to get going. A tabloid photographer without a camera is just a "tabloid", huh.
Phoenix:
Umm... Yeah, I guess so.
Lotta:
Keep yerself together out there, ya hear!? I'm comin' to see ya in court tomorrow.
Phoenix:
O-OK, I'll see you then...
Lotta:
And you too there, little 'un. Keep up the good work, OK?
Pearl:
OK!
Lotta:
Don't be picky about yer food, now.
Pearl:
OK!
Lotta:
And make sure ya do all yer homework, ya hear?
Pearl:
OK!
Lotta:
And if you happen to find yerself a camera, make sure ya bring it right to me, ya--
Phoenix:
Would you please just leave already!?
Examine
Door on left
Phoenix:
There's a piece of paper taped to the door that says, "Juan Corrida's Room". (I wonder what EXACTLY happened in the room behind this door...? Even now, no one really has any idea...)
March 22Gatewater HotelCorrida's Hotel Room
???:
... Ooongh... Oooonnngh... Ooongh... Oooonnngh...
Pearl:
M-M-Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Wh-What is that otherworldly, ghastly moaning...!?
???:
... Ooonnnn... Oooo... Nnnghff... Ghfff...
Pearl:
I... I hate evil ghosts... Waaaaaaaaaaaaah...
Phoenix:
I don't think it's a ghost... Maybe it's a demon!?
???:
E-Excuse me!? Watch who you're calling a demon, brat!
Pearl:
Aaaah!
Phoenix:
Zoinks! It's the alien!!
Oldbag:
Who are you calling an alien!?
Ray Gun:
*rata-tat-tat-tat-tat...*
Phoenix:
Oh, it's just you, Ms. Oldbag. What are you doing here?
Oldbag:
What is wrong with young'uns today!? I came down here to pay my respects to my poor Juan, and you're disturbing me!
Examine (right side)
Bedroom
Pearl:
So that's a bed...
Phoenix:
Yup. It's big, but it's a bed.
Pearl:
Aaah! Mr. Nick! It's sooooo soft!
Phoenix:
(How easily children are entertained.)
Floor near guitar case
Phoenix:
Bottles of cosmetics are scattered all over the floor. This is probably where Mr. Corrida fought his assailant.
Pearl:
These glass shards...
Phoenix:
They're probably from the glass vase Ms. Andrews knocked over.
Guitar case
Pearl:
So, the Nickel Samurai's costume was in here?
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Pearl:
I can't believe Mr. Corrida went so far, just to say bad things about Mr. Engarde...
Phoenix:
W-Well, it was a "press conference", so he had to go in costume.
Pearl:
But weren't Mr. Engarde and Mr. Corrida friends?
Phoenix:
They weren't friends. They couldn't be friends because they were rivals.
Pearl:
So, a "rival" is someone who is a "strong enemy"!?
Phoenix:
(Pearls is really fired up over this... And I don't have an answer for her.)
Wine glass
Phoenix:
It's a beautiful wine glass, and there's... tomato juice in it.
Pearl:
Ewww. Tomato juice. I don't really like it much.
Phoenix:
There's a bottle of it on the table over there. That's probably where this came from.
Talk
Night of the murder
Phoenix:
Please talk to me about the night of the murder just one more time.
Oldbag:
I talked about it plenty at the trial! I was fooled, tricked... DECEIVED by that fraud of a photographer and her note! She was loitering around here with that imbecilic look on her face!
Pearl:
"With that imbecilic look on her face"... OK, got it.
Oldbag:
N-Now hold on a second there you little pipsqueak! If you're going to take notes, at least make me sound better than that!
Pearl:
Oh, alright.
Phoenix:
(Now I've seen everything...)
Oldbag:
But you know, I was working that night too, doing my job, minding my own business. So it's not like I had time to waste standing around here the whole night.
Memories of Corrida
Phoenix:
I was wondering if you could tell me a bit more about Mr. Corrida.
Oldbag:
He was the most popular star, you know... Especially where it counts -- in my book!
Phoenix:
But I heard that he was lagging behind in the polls against Mr. Engarde...
Oldbag:
Um, w-well, that's just a recent thing. Bad luck and all that, you know. But! He was going to become an even bigger star than he used to be! Look! Just look at this mountain of presents! It's a show of the mountain of feelings all his fans had for him!
Phoenix:
Yeah, the mountain is pretty big, and certainly nothing to shake a stick at.
Pearl:
...Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Hm? What is it, Pearls?
Pearl:
The presents. They're all bears... right?
Phoenix:
(She's got a point... There isn't a single thing here that isn't a bear...)
Presents (appears after Memories of Corrida)
Phoenix:
All of Mr. Corrida's presents from his fans seem to be... bears...
Oldbag:
Oh, that's because you can't think of Juan without thinking about bears!
Pearl:
Bears...? Why bears?
Oldbag:
You don't know!? When my dear Juan was training, he fought barehanded with a bear. He refused to give in and let the bear win, but after the fight, they became friends.
Pearl:
Wow... What a heartwarming story.
Oldbag:
Look, it's just like in those young people's dramas. I can see those two tuckered out, down by a river going, "Heh... You... You sure can fight..." "You too, bub. You too."
Phoenix:
D-Did all that really happen?
Oldbag:
It's in his biography, bub.
Phoenix:
(What a load of crock!)
Oldbag:
So ever since then, fans have been giving him bears as presents.
Phoenix:
Yeah... Nice... Bears...
(Clearing all "Talk" options and visiting Living Room leads to:)
*GROOOOOOOOOOWL!* I'm Uncle Bear, and I say it's "bearly" 8 o'clock!
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-What is that infernal racket!?
Oldbag:
It's one of the presents going off. Sounds like it's already 8 PM. Way past your bedtime!
Phoenix:
Urk... That startled me! I thought I was going to die for a second...
Pearl:
Eight PM... That's the time when the award ceremony ended that night, remember?
Phoenix:
(Time sure flies... Hard to believe it's been two days since the ceremony...)
...*beep beep beep*...
Phoenix:
(The transceiver!)
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Hello!? Hello!?
???:
...This is not a phone.
Phoenix:
Maya! How is Maya!? You haven't hurt her, have you!?
???:
...It seems you were not able to fulfill your end of the bargain, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
???:
I have heard the news. So it would seem my present did you no good...
Pearl:
N-Noooo! Mystic Maya! Mystic Mayaaaaaaaa!
Phoenix:
One more day! Please! All I ask is for one more day! I... I'll get a not guilty verdict for sure this time! Please...
???:
... I suppose if I must. I need that acquittal more than anything else, after all.
Phoenix:
...Please... Please let Maya say something! I want to hear she's alright!
???:
Alright... hissssss... then... hisssssss... ssssssssss... ssss... a little... sssssss...
Phoenix:
(What is with this static all of a sudden...!) Hello!? Hello!?
???:
It seems... ssssss... hisss... sssss... bad... sssssss... hisssssssssss... ssssssssss... connect...sssssssssssss...
Phoenix:
(Dammit! Did the transceiver just suddenly break...!?)
???:
ssssssssss... 'll excuse me... hisssssssssssssssss...
...*beep*...
Pearl:
Wh-What happened...?
Phoenix:
I don't know. All of a sudden, it became nothing but static.
Pearl:
Aaaah... Mystic Maya! Mystic Maya!
Phoenix:
(Why did the transceiver suddenly break like that...? I should probably have an electronics expert look at it... The sooner the better!)
Hotel Lobby
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
March 22
Wright & Co. Law Offices
March 22Wright & Co. Law Offices
Gumshoe:
Hey! Welcome back, pal! I thought I'd make you a little something for dinner.
Phoenix:
Th...That's nice... Thanks.
Gumshoe:
It's a rich-man's luxurious full course meal... out of a can, that is...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry you went through all the trouble to cook, but I don't have the time to eat.
Gumshoe:
Oh, hey... You don't have a can opener here, pal.
Phoenix:
(You've got to be kidding... And here I thought he had already whipped something up.)
Gumshoe:
Oh, I know! There is one way I know how to be helpful! Ask me about anything you want, pal! Go ahead!
Phoenix:
(Well, since he's here and offering... I wonder what I should try asking him about?)
Present
Radio Transceiver
Gumshoe:
The transceiver...?
Pearl:
Oh, Mr. Nick! You should ask Mr. Scruffy Detective about that thing.
Gumshoe:
What thing?
Phoenix:
Oh yeah! This thing just up and broke all of a sudden!
Gumshoe:
It... It broke, pal?
Phoenix:
When I was talking to the kidnapper, it just suddenly broke into static...
Phoenix:
Look, it sounded like this.
...*beep*...
Gumshoe:
...
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
I don't hear any static, pal.
Phoenix:
H-Huh??
Pearl:
Maybe it fixed itself?
Phoenix:
That's strange... I'm sure it was making a loud static noise.
Gumshoe:
Hmm... Maybe...
Phoenix:
Maybe what?
Gumshoe:
Maybe it was "electromagnetic interference", pal.
Phoenix:
"Electromagnetic interference"?
Picture Card
Phoenix:
Oh yeah! Do you know about this card?
Gumshoe:
Card?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth, for some reason, went pale the instant he saw this card.
Gumshoe:
Hey, I know what this is, pal!
Phoenix:
You do?
Gumshoe:
No matter what way you look at it, I'd say it's a picture of a shell.
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
...
Phoenix:
Um, that's it?
Gumshoe:
Oh yeah! That's right! Mr. Edgeworth really likes those cooked snail things. Um, what are they called again...? "Escargot" or something like that...?
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! I think we just solved the mystery of why Mr. Edgeworth's face turned pale, right!?
Phoenix:
(As I suspected, Gumshoe has no clue...)
Talk
Electromagnetic interference (after present Radio Transceiver)
Leads to:
"Um... So what is "electromagnetic interference"...?"
Phoenix:
Um... So what is "electromagnetic interference"...?
Gumshoe:
It's something that happens when a radio wave gets mixed up with another signal, pal.
Phoenix:
Oh, when you put it that way...
Pearl:
I don't understand what you're talking about...
Gumshoe:
Like for example, when a cell phone goes off next to a computer screen, the stuff on the screen gets kinda fuzzy and starts acting funny, right?
Pearl:
Huh? ..."Kom-pu-ter"?
Gumshoe:
... Um, it's like when you use the dryer next to the TV, and the screen starts looking weird.
Pearl:
O-Oh, yes, the TV does do that! Hmm... Oh, so that's what you're talking about!
Phoenix:
(She seems amazingly happy at being able to understand this...)
Gumshoe:
So the room you were in when that interference to the transceiver happened... There's gotta be something there that's sending out very strong radio waves, pal! Something like... Hmm... Like a listening device or something.
Phoenix:
Ah!
Gumshoe:
Hey, speaking of that! Where were you when it happened?
Pearl:
We were in Mr. Corrida's room... The scene of the murder!
Gumshoe:
What!? That's it! I'm going to sneak into the precinct and get a bug sweeper! I'll meet you at the crime scene later, alright pal!?
Phoenix:
Ah, wait! Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Oh yeah, baby! It's investigating time! I'm on fire, pal! My fingers are itching to go! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!
Pearl:
We should be going too, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Alright, let's go!
Examine
Desk
Phoenix:
My desk. Since I don't have time to sit, it's unusually clean...
Pearl:
Oh! I cleaned it up even more for you last night!
Hallway
(Clearing "Electromagnetic interference" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Corrida's Hotel Room
Leads to:
March 22
Gatewater Hotel
Corrida's Hotel Room
March 22Gatewater HotelCorrida's Hotel Room
Gumshoe:
Hey! You're finally here, pal!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry to keep you waiting.
Pearl:
Do you have the... um... "bug sweeper"?
Gumshoe:
Um, well, you see... I got busted trying to sneak in, pal. Then suddenly, I'm staring at the precinct doors. ...From the outside, I mean. So yeah... I couldn't get one of the police bug sweepers...
Phoenix:
... What do you mean you couldn't get it!? We need that item!
Gumshoe:
Hey, hey, calm down, pal. I didn't say I didn't get one, just not the police's.
Pearl:
Wow... So this is a "bug sweeper"...
Phoenix:
It looks a little... broken.
Gumshoe:
Hey, this was made when I was in elementary school, pal.
Phoenix:
Oh? By who?
Gumshoe:
Me, of course! Ah, seeing this sure brings back memories...
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
Hey, don't look down on it, pal! Sure, it looks a little run down... But I put my heart and soul into building this puppy here!
Pearl:
Your heart and soul...?
Gumshoe:
It'll work! Trust me, pal, it'll do the job! But...
Phoenix:
But...?
Gumshoe:
But you can't set the sensitivity... So it's going to beep at anything that gives off electromagnetic waves.
Pearl:
But isn't it better that way?
Gumshoe:
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho! Well, anyway, since I brought it all this way, might as well give it a whirl, right pal?
Phoenix:
(I'm getting that sinking feeling again...)
Gumshoe:
OK, now I'll tell you how to use this baby! There's a listening device or some other sort of bug hidden in this room, pal.
Pearl:
So we're going to find it, right?
Gumshoe:
Right. Now, first, let's turn the sweeper on. Next, touch the sweeper and take a real good look around the room with it, pal. You can see how strong the radio waves are in an area by looking at the CHECK gauge. Once you find something that's giving off strong waves, the gauge will change... And when that happens, touch the gauge to really give the thing a long hard stare. There's a lot of things here that's going to give off radio waves, so let's take a good look at anything and everything that seems suspicious, OK pal!? Alright! I'm going to go stand outside and keep an eye out. Give me a yell if you find the bug. Got it, pal!?
Bug sweeper (left side)
Calculator
Phoenix:
It's a plain old calculator.
Pearl:
It says "50" on it. Maybe he was calculating his allowance?
Phoenix:
(A whole 50 cents?? Um, maybe if he was a spirit medium...)
Clock bear
Phoenix:
Well, it certainly looks like an alarm clock.
Pearl:
What's wrong? Why do you look troubled?
Phoenix:
I just can't imagine the listening device being inside this alarm clock. It just, um, sort of reminded me of something that happened a long time ago...
Pearl:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Well, anyway, it looks like the listening device isn't in here.
Box next to clock bear
Pearl:
Wow, there's a really delicious loaf of bread in here!
Phoenix:
Looks like it's been on "keep warm" all this time since the murder.
Pearl:
Well, Mr. Scruffy Detective always says, "Got to keep the trail and crime scene warm."
Phoenix:
(I think the "keep warm" in that case is a little more metaphorical...)
Video camera
Pearl:
What's this?
Phoenix:
It's a small video camera. ...No listening device in this gizmo.
Pearl:
Everyone's trying to make everything smaller and smaller lately, aren't they Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
That's what it seems like.
Pearl:
But! I want to grow bigger and bigger!
Phoenix:
(Well, eating only vegetables isn't going to help you there. You have to eat meat too...)
Remote control
Phoenix:
It's the TV's remote control. But it doesn't look like the listening device is in here.
Pearl:
Um, so I was thinking... I wonder if a TV remote works on other things... Like... Could I make you change your expressions like TV channels? Zap!
Phoenix:
H-Hey! (Hmm, but if I could... Ooh, the people I would give the ol' mute button to!) Well, I don't think it's going to work on me... Why don't we try it on Maya tomorrow, OK?
Pearl:
... OK!
Laptop
Phoenix:
There's no listening device in that notebook computer, huh.
Pearl:
Umm... What's a "notebook computer"...?
Phoenix:
... Do you know what a "notebook" is?
Pearl:
Yes! It's a small book with paper that you can write on! ...So?
Phoenix:
Well, that thing is like a notebook in a way. It's basically a small laptop.
Pearl:
Umm... Mr. Nick... What's a "laptop"...?
Refrigerator
Pearl:
This is a... a refrigerator, right?
Phoenix:
I really don't think the listening device is in something like this.
Pearl:
Because it's filled with nothing but healty vegetable juices, right!?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah, sure. (What does that have to do with listening devices?)
Coffee pot
Pearl:
What's this? It sort of looks like a hot water pot, but...
Phoenix:
Oh, well, it's kind of like a hot water pot, I guess. But instead of hot water, coffee comes out.
Pearl:
Really!? Th-This pot can do that!? ... Um, is there a pot that orange juice comes out of...?
Phoenix:
I don't think there's anything like that, Pearls. Sorry.
Water pot
Pearl:
Oh, the water in this hot water pot has run out! I'll go get more water for it!
Phoenix:
O-OK. Sounds good. (Looks like she's forgotten all about looking for the listening device...)
Biggest bear
Leads to:
"This is... This is just a giant stuffed teddy bear, right?"
Bug sweeper (right side)
Air conditioner
Phoenix:
Well, the listening device isn't in the air conditioner.
Pearl:
Aah! Yuck! This air filter is covered in dust and dirt...
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
Pearl:
... Come on, Mr. Nick! Let's wash it!
Phoenix:
(I wonder if being a neat freak makes even the tiniest dust bunny look colossal...?)
Pearl:
...What?
Phoenix:
O-Oh, nothing.
TV
Phoenix:
I don't really think the listening device is in the TV of all places.
Pearl:
Looks like the TV was left on, and it's now showing an old samurai movie.
Phoenix:
Yeah. This channel plays all sorts of international movies, as well as domestic ones.
Pearl:
You know, every time I watch one of these old movies, I always think, "Wow, these Japanese stars are really good at English!"
Phoenix:
...Um, yeah.
Pearl:
When I grow up, I want to study Japanese!
Phoenix:
(I should probably keep my mouth shut here, and not destroy her dream...)
Lamps
Phoenix:
Lamp, check. Listening device... nope.
Pearl:
There are a lot of lamps in this room, aren't there Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Pearl:
And they're all on. You shouldn't do that, Mr. Nick. Don't you know that's wasteful?
Phoenix:
...Ah, yeah... I'll be more conscientious from now on. Sorry.
Cell phone
Phoenix:
A cell phone... Nope, no bugs in here.
Pearl:
A "cell phone"...?
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? Don't tell me you don't know what a cell phone is!
Pearl:
...I'm sorry. I've never seen one before...
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it, my cell phone couldn't get any reception while I was staying in Kurain Village... And Pearls has never lived outside of that village, so... Well, I guess I can't say it's impossible to live without one...)
Landline phone
Phoenix:
Well, the phone is the most common place for a "listening device", I'd say. But, let's take the receiver apart first before we get ahead of ourselves here.
Pearl:
Wow, you know a lot about electronics, don't you Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know tons. Especially when it comes to taking them apart. It's my specialty. (I'll leave the fixing part up to Gumshoe...)
Pearl:
So...? Is there a "listening device" in there?
Phoenix:
...No. (And I really thought it had to be in the phone too...)
Bear between the two sofas
Pearl:
Ah, what a lovely bear...
*GROOOOOOOOOOOOWL!*
Pearl:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
Phoenix:
Ah, this must be one of those fancy bear-shaped toy robots.
Pearl:
I-It's a robot!? It's a REAL robot!?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, it's a real one.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Pearl:
H-How many horse-powers is it? How many horsies!?
Phoenix:
Horsies...? ...
Phoenix:
Um... Well, look, it's a bear, so... uh...
Pearl:
Um...
Radio
Pearl:
The radio is on and playing something. Oh! It's "Kids' Question Corner"!
"Professor! Professor! Why is the Earth round?"
Pearl:
... Yes, why is it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
... Why don't you listen to the radio program a little more, Pearls?
Nothing to Examine
Pearl:
There doesn't seem to be anything giving off radio waves there, Mr. Nick. Keep a careful eye on the CHECK gauge, and let's try again!
Phoenix:
(This sweeper isn't exactly the best... Well, make do with what you have, right?)
(Examining Biggest bear leads to:)
Pearl:
This is... This is just a giant stuffed teddy bear, right? It's the biggest one I have ever seen!
Gumshoe:
Hey! So did you guys find it yet? The listening device, I mean...
Pearl:
No, not yet. But this bear's eye is...
Gumshoe:
Let's see, let's see... A perfectly normal stuffed bear with some really strong radio waves... Sounds like you found the device to me, pal. Let's dig this big fella's eye out and see what we've got.
Pearl:
N-No! You can't! Such... Such a violent act...
Gumshoe:
Oomph! *rip!*
Pearl:
Noooooooooo!
Gumshoe:
...
Phoenix:
Th-That's!
Gumshoe:
It's a miniature camera... And it looks like there's more. There's a... transmitter, and a timer.
Phoenix:
A whattawhatta-mitter?
Gumshoe:
A transmitter, pal.
Pearl:
Oh... Is this more of that "high tech" stuff...?
Talk
Camera
Phoenix:
So this tiny thing is a camera...?
Gumshoe:
Yup. It's a pinhole CCD camera, pal. It's a small, high-grade video camera mostly used in security systems.
Phoenix:
So it's a video camera...
Gumshoe:
It runs on a battery, which comes with it in a set.
Phoenix:
But... there's no video tape in this camera...
Gumshoe:
This is only the camera part here, pal. The tape recorder with the tape inside it is somewhere else.
Pearl:
Somewhere else?
Gumshoe:
The footage is changed into radio waves and then it's sent to that recorder.
Pearl:
So... It's sort of like a TV broadcast, isn't it?
Gumshoe:
Hey, you know, you're right!
Spy Camera added to the Court Record.
Transmitter
Phoenix:
So... what is a "transmitter"?
Gumshoe:
It's a device that sends footage the camera took to a specific destination. It's like a video version of a listening device, pal.
Phoenix:
It looks like it's attached to a small, clock-like thing...
Gumshoe:
Oh, that's a timer, pal. You can set it to turn the camera on and record at a certain time with it.
Pearl:
You can set it for a certain time...?
Gumshoe:
Yup. Let's see... This looks like it was set to start at 8 PM and go for one hour.
Phoenix:
Eight PM? (That was the time the award ceremony ended!)
Gumshoe:
There's no date set, so it's been recording every night, I'd guess.
Pearl:
M-Mr. Detective! How long has this bear been here...?
Gumshoe:
Um, I'm pretty sure it's been here since the night of the murder.
Pearl:
Then... Then maybe...
Gumshoe:
Maybe this camera caught the murder on tape!
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Gumshoe:
And if you think about the angle the bear is at... It's bound to have had a clear shot of the whole crime, pal!
Transmitter added to the Court Record.
Stuffed bear
Pearl:
So there was a camera... in this bear's eye...
Phoenix:
And it was disguised as a present.
Gumshoe:
And I'm sure it was here on the night of the murder, pal. It's pretty big, so it stands out pretty well in my mind.
Phoenix:
But... who gave Mr. Corrida this present?
Gumshoe:
I, ah, don't know, pal. But! This means that someone out there's got a video of what happened here that night!
Pearl:
Isn't there any way we can find out who that person is?
Gumshoe:
It's impossible, pal. Radio waves can be sent almost anywhere, so there's no real way to find out...
Pearl:
Oh... *sniffle*
Phoenix:
(Is there really no way to find out...?)
Stuffed Bear added to the Court Record.
Present
Picture Card
Gumshoe:
So... the assassin's name is Shelly de Killer?
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Gumshoe:
And because he's "Shelly", that's why he leaves a "shell" card?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Gumshoe:
... Ho ho ho ho! Oh, that's great. But you know, no matter how strange I may seem, at least my jokes don't make you cringe. Right, pal?
Phoenix:
(Umm... Yeah, you keep on thinking that...)
Spy Camera
Pearl:
It's a really tiiiiny camera.
Gumshoe:
A camera this size lasts about 3 hours with a fresh battery pack, pal.
Phoenix:
But what would something like this be doing in...?
Gumshoe:
Well, I'd say taking a secret video of the murder.
Phoenix:
(Which means... Someone knew there was going to be a murder here!)
Transmitter
Gumshoe:
This device looks like it was made by the criminal themselves. If it's only sending images, then I'd say it'd last about 80 hours, pal.
Pearl:
You know a lot about these things, don't you Mr. Detective? Is spying on people a hobby of yours...?
Gumshoe:
Well, no... I mean... You're making me embarrassed, putting me on the spot like this.
Phoenix:
(Why should he be embarrassed? Is there something I'm not getting here...?)
Stuffed Bear
Pearl:
The bear is really lovely, isn't it? It's so soft and fuzzy, and the face is really well-made...
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess when you compare it to all the other presents, it is well-made.)
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but I don't think the bear itself is a clue to this case at all.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gumshoe:
... ...I got it!
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal. Let me borrow this mini camera for a bit!
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you going to do?
Gumshoe:
I'm going to go around to the electronic shops and see if I can find out who bought this!
Phoenix:
B-But that's impossible! I mean, it's already 9 PM!
Gumshoe:
Leave it to me! Even if I have to search all night, I'll find your man, pal!
Spy Camera and Transmitter given to Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Oh yeah, baby! It's investigating time! I'm on fire, pal! My fingers are itching to go! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!
Pearl:
...He's gone.
Phoenix:
...Yeah.
Pearl:
But Mr. Scruffy Detective sure is a nice man. He's pushing himself so hard, all for Mystic Maya's sake...
???:
...You always manage to do things in the most ineffective ways.
Phoenix:
(Ack!)
Edgeworth:
You'll have to excuse me. I heard your conversation just now.
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth! What are you doing here!?
Edgeworth:
A rescue team has been created and deployed. I can't say I'm optimistic... but we have to move forward, one step at a time.
Phoenix:
I-I see... Thanks.
Edgeworth:
Don't thank me yet. We still have to find her.
Pearl:
...
Edgeworth:
Hmm... So, there was a spy camera hidden inside this stuffed animal, huh? You are one lucky man, Wright.
Phoenix:
?
Edgeworth:
Do you know this stuffed bear, little girl?
Pearl:
Um... I have no idea!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Of course not. The maker of this bear is a very expensive, luxury brand from overseas. It's completely hand-made and there are very few that are exported here.
Phoenix:
Wh-What?
Edgeworth:
The camera and transmitter that scatterbrained detective took with him are dead ends. Things like those can be bought anywhere... However, this bear is different. By tracking how it got into this country, this bear can tell us who the buyer is.
Pearl:
C-Can you really do that!? Mr. Nick, can he really?
Phoenix:
W-Well, I guess so...
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It's 9 PM. I think I can still make it in time.
Phoenix:
?
Edgeworth:
I'll be taking this for now. I'm sure you have other things you have to do.
Stuffed Bear snatched up by Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
See you soon, Wright.
Phoenix:
W-Wait!
Edgeworth:
What?
Phoenix:
Why are you doing this...?
Edgeworth:
... I have no interest in explaining myself to someone who cannot comprehend. But besides that, Wright. Until court reconvenes tomorrow, you should concern yourself with this question: "Who was the person that murdered Juan Corrida?"
Phoenix:
The "real killer"...
Edgeworth:
Do you really still think it was Adrian Andrews?
Phoenix:
To be honest... I don't know anymore.
Edgeworth:
... You still have a little time left... Find the truth, Wright. Everything begins with the truth.
Phoenix:
(Juan Corrida's real killer... Ms. Andrews' past... The kidnapper whose sole condition is an acquittal for Mr. Engarde... And... this card. Shelly de Killer...) ...Maya. The only way I can save you now, is to find all the answers to this case tonight! I don't understand what your real intentions are, Edgeworth... but as you said, all I can do for now is find the truth!
To be continued.
March 22, 9:14 PMGatewater HotelCorrida's Hotel Room
Pearl:
It's past 9:00 PM already, isn't it? I wonder... I wonder if Mr. Edgeworth has already found Mystic Maya...?
Phoenix:
(These things take time. I'd say probably not...) The police are professionals, Pearls. They'll find her, so don't you worry. And if we can win a not guilty verdict tomorrow... then everything will be OK.
Pearl:
Y-You're right... ...
Talk
The real killer
Phoenix:
So the real person who killed Mr. Corrida was...
Pearl:
That assassin... Mr. Shelly de Killer, right?
Phoenix:
And the card Ms. Andrews found at the crime scene seems to be proof of that. But if that's the case, then a new question comes to mind. Who was the one that hired De Killer to begin with? Who is his client?
Pearl:
You mean... Who asked for the murder...?
Phoenix:
That person didn't want to dirty their own hands in blood, but whoever this client is, they're still a killer.
Pearl:
...
The assassin's client
Pearl:
Who... Who could have hired the assassin? Do you think it was Ms. Andrews...?
Phoenix:
(I wonder... But if she was the client... then why go through the effort to stab the knife into the corpse herself...?)
Pearl:
But if Ms. Andrews wasn't the client... Then... No, it can't be...
Phoenix:
(...Matt Engarde himself...?)
Was it Matt? (appears after The real killer and The assassin's client)
Pearl:
If Mr. Engarde really did hire the assassin...
Phoenix:
Then he is not innocent at all. Far from it, he would be guilty of the crime.
Pearl:
B-But it can't be Mr. Engarde, right!? I mean, when we first talked with him...
Phoenix:
...Mr. Engarde, I'd like to ask you one more question. Did you kill Mr. Juan Corrida?
Engarde:
... Alright. Just so we're clear, dude, I didn't kill anyone, and that includes Juan Corrida, OK?
Phoenix:
(I didn't see any Psyche-Locks at that time... Actually... That reminds me...)
Pearl:
Did you remember something, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, something Ms. Andrews said at the trial today. She said something interesting.
Something interesting (appears after Was it Matt?)
Pearl:
Um... So what is this "interesting thing"?
Phoenix:
Oh, that's right. You didn't hear it, did you Pearls?
Andrews:
Juan had bet everything on the Jammin' Ninja this year. And if he lost the Grand Prix... He was going to make sure Matt was going down with him. That's what he thought anyway.
Andrews:
It looked like somehow, Juan had in his hands a secret so powerful... that it would destroy Matt's acting career had it been revealed!
Pearl:
Mr. Engarde's "secret"...!? Wh-What is this secret...?
Phoenix:
I don't know yet. But for now, let's think about it this way. Mr. Corrida was going to reveal this "secret". That means... Mr. Engarde had plenty of motive to have Mr. Corrida silenced. ... (Which means we have to meet with Mr. Engarde. There's no way around it now.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Pearl:
I... I believe in your lawyer powers, Mr. Nick. I know you can bring us a miracle.
Phoenix:
(I'm guessing by "miracle", she means a not guilty verdict... And she wouldn't be wrong either. It will take a miracle to pull this one off.)
Radio Transceiver
Pearl:
Why... Why did the kidnapper have to take Mystic Maya...? Why couldn't he have taken me instead!?
Phoenix:
Stop it, Pearls! Don't say things like that! If that had happened, then Maya would be hurting, I'm sure of it. Just like how you are hurting now, Pearls.
Pearl:
Y-You're right...
Maya Fey profile
Pearl:
One more day...
Phoenix:
Yeah... If we can bring the trial to its end, she'll be back. Don't worry.
Pearl:
I decided I won't cry anymore, Mr. Nick. You're so brave and holding strong for Mystic Maya, so I have to do the same.
Pearl Fey profile
Pearl:
If only I had studied harder during my training... I could be a bigger help to you, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
Ah, don't worry about it. Really. Pearls, you're doing a great job...
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Is there a waterfall around here!? I feel that I must be made new under the rushing spring waters!
Phoenix:
Sorry, Pearls... The only body of water around here is a lake.
Pearl:
Oh... Thanks anyway...
Dick Gumshoe profile
Pearl:
This is the first time I've ever met someone who loves to eat instant noodles.
Phoenix:
(Something tells me Gumshoe isn't eating them because he genuinely likes them, but...)
Pearl:
He's working so hard, all for Mystic Maya's sake... I'm going to get him lots and lots of instant noodles as a thank your present!
Juan Corrida profile
Pearl:
Um... Is it really that important to be the Master of all the Stars? So important that you try to find your friends' weaknesses, and then expose them...?
Phoenix:
I... I wouldn't know...
Matt Engarde profile
Pearl:
I-Is it really alright for us to trust him? This person... Mr. Engarde...?
Phoenix:
... (I-I don't know... I can't even answer that for myself. We have to go see him one more time! That's the only way to know for sure!)
Security Lady profile
Pearl:
Um... I was wondering if that old lady is really a person from Earth. I mean, maybe she's really from waaaaaay out in outer space...
Phoenix:
Yeah, actually, I was thinking the same exact thing. She's too strange to be from Earth.
Adrian Andrews profile
Pearl:
Why did Ms. Andrews... Why did she frame Mr. Engarde, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(She has some sort of grudge against Mr. Engarde... But why is that? That's something we still have to figure out...) Let's go ask her, OK?
Celeste Inpax profile
Pearl:
This person was Ms. Andrews' mentor... And she... killed herself, right?
Phoenix:
(Right. And Mr. Corrida hid Ms. Inpax's suicide note... So to get it back, Ms. Andrews got close to Mr. Corrida... But the thing is, where is that suicide note now?)
Move
Hallway
Leads to:
March 22
Gatewater Hotel
Hallway
March 22Gatewater HotelHallway
Pearl:
Wow, it's really getting late, isn't it Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah. It's past 9:00 PM already. But we still have some things to prepare for tomorrow's trial. (There's still the matter of this "secret" Mr. Corrida held about Mr. Engarde... And Ms. Andrews' real intentions. These are two things I must know tonight!)
Pearl:
But aren't visiting hours over at the detention center?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I'm sure we'll think of something, Pearls. Don't you worry.
Move
Viola Hall
Leads to:
March 22
Gatewater Hotel
Viola Hall
March 22Gatewater HotelViola Hall
Oldbag:
...
Phoenix:
Hey! Wait!
Oldbag:
What is it, whippersnapper!? All I know is nothing that has anything to do with you is ever good! Like just now. I was handed this strange device for who knows what reason. And I was told to use it to search the whole hotel.
Phoenix:
That's... the bug sweeper, isn't it? (The one Gumshoe made...)
Oldbag:
I don't know and frankly, I don't care. But the request came from Edgey-poo, so...
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...?
Oldbag:
And he said,
Edgeworth:
"If you feel angry, direct your anger at that unsophisticated lawyer."
Oldbag:
So, I'm going to feel free to direct all my anger towards you!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Gee, thanks a bundle, Edgeworth! What a pal you are!)
Examine
Tables at the back
Phoenix:
They haven't cleaned up all the food yet.
Oldbag:
Don't you touch it without permission! I brought a lunch box today, so I could pack it.
Pearl:
Um... But... Hasn't the food been out for two days already?
Oldbag:
When it's in your stomach, it's all the same!
Phoenix:
(Wow, the digestive powers of an alien are wondrous...)
Front table
Pearl:
I want to eat a meal with Mystic Maya again...
Phoenix:
Yeah, me too...
Pearl:
Whenever I watch Mystic Maya eat like she does... It makes me happy about eating, and then I can eat a lot.
Phoenix:
Well, then... How about after we wrap up this case, we all go out for a huge twenty-course feast!
Oldbag:
My mind's like a steel trap, so I'm going to hold you to that!
Phoenix:
(I was NOT talking to you!)
Talk
Bug sweeper
Oldbag:
This is absolutely top secret, so you had better keep it to yourselves! I heard they found a spy camera hidden in one of the presents!
Phoenix:
Hmm, very interesting.
Oldbag:
I'm sure it was... you know... It was to catch poor Juan in the middle of a scandalous "meeting"!
Pearl:
"Scandalous"...? What's that?
Oldbag:
It means... Well, you know, that gossip that's been going around about my dear Juan.
Phoenix:
Oh... You mean that thing about Ms. Andrews. (But I'm sure she must've had some reason for getting close to Mr. Corrida...)
Oldbag:
I'll let you in on another secret, young'un. I know who planted that spy camera! It was that obnoxious, puffy-haired photographer girl! The nerve of some people! Spying on people by herself! As if I wouldn't want to see it for myself too!
Phoenix:
(Wow! The alien actually admitted her true intentions for a change!)
Oldbag:
I don't know what you're thinking exactly, but I can bet that it's nothing good!!
Phoenix:
(But I didn't say anything...)
Juan and Adrian
Oldbag:
So you want to know about Juan and that manager, right? Actually, as I hear it, they were something of a refreshing pair, those two.
Phoenix:
Oh?
Oldbag:
I tell you, Juan really welcomed that manager with open arms, I heard.
Pearl:
That "manager"...? Who are you talking about?
Oldbag:
You don't know? That manager woman Juan had. It's a shame she killed herself, though...
Phoenix:
Oh, you're talking about Ms. Celeste Inpax... Ms. Andrews' mentor, right?
Oldbag:
Yes, yes, that's the one! That Celeste girl. She was supposed to get married, you know.
Phoenix:
M-Married? You mean... to Mr. Corrida?
Oldbag:
*sigh* Really, you young kids today don't know anything, do you? That girl Celeste killed herself three days after their marriage announcement!
Phoenix:
(Three days after their marriage announcement!? What in the...!?)
Celeste's suicide (appears after Juan and Adrian)
Pearl:
Why would Ms. Inpax want to kill herself!? She was going to get married!
Oldbag:
Well, that's because... she was thrown away, you see, by Juan.
Phoenix:
What!?
Pearl:
B-But... They were going to get married, right? They promised each other, right?
Oldbag:
They held a grand announcement session... But... Three days later... Juan suddenly cancelled their marriage.
Phoenix:
I-Is that true?
Oldbag:
It was in the weekly magazines.
Pearl:
B-But why!? Why did he do that!?
Oldbag:
That was not in the magazines, unfortunately.
Phoenix:
...I see.
Oldbag:
That night after Juan called off the wedding, that manager, Celeste, killed herself.
Phoenix:
How terrible...
Pearl:
I wonder what happened between those two...?
Move
Hotel Lobby
Leads to:
March 22
Gatewater Hotel
Hotel Lobby
March 22Gatewater HotelHotel Lobby
Phoenix:
On that night, there must've been at least a few hundred people here. Hmm... I guess the police are done with their questioning and investigating. It looks like things here in the lobby have finally calmed down.
Examine
Second floor
Phoenix:
A lobby with a grand staircase always feels enormous. When the murder happened, it was abuzz with people running back and forth... But now since things have quieted down, it actually feels more eerie than before.
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
March 22
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
March 22
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Living Room
Leads to:
March 22
Engarde Mansion
Living Room
March 22Engarde MansionLiving Room
Phoenix:
It looks like no one is around...
Pearl:
Um, what happened to that person with the stuffed teddy face...?
Phoenix:
(Oh, she must mean that butler with the stitches in his face.)
Pearl:
Shoooooe!
Shoe:
Meow.
Pearl:
Oh, there you are. I guess you're still awake, huh Shoe?
Shoe:
Meow.
Pearl:
Hee hee, come on, let's play.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if that butler, Mr. Doe, is already asleep or not...)
March 22Wright & Co. Law Offices
Pearl:
It doesn't look like Mr. Scruffy Detective is here.
Phoenix:
Well, he's out there with that camera asking around at all the electronic stores.
Pearl:
Then, I'll make some salad for him for dinner.
Phoenix:
(It looks like Pearls really appreciates what Gumshoe is doing for us...)
Pearl:
...Um, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Hm? Yes?
Pearl:
Where is the lettuce?
Phoenix:
...I don't think I've ever bought lettuce before.
Pearl:
... Aww, I guess I have to give up on making a salad, then.
Phoenix:
(Guess the lack of lettuce is kind of a problem.)
Examine
Plant
Pearl:
Oh! I'll water it!
Phoenix:
Ah, it's OK... Gumshoe already gave it more than plenty earlier...
Pearl:
...The watering can... Where are you, Mr. Watering Can...?
Phoenix:
(Pearls gets too wound up if she's not doing something to distract herself... I hope Charley can withstand Typhoon Pearls...)
Desk
Phoenix:
My desk. Since I don't have time to sit, it's unusually clean...
Pearl:
Oh, I'll wipe it some more and make it super shiny! ...The wiping cloth... Where are you, Mr. wiping cloth...?
Phoenix:
It's fine. Really. If you wipe it any more, it'll be so shiny I'll be using it as a mirror.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
March 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
March 22Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
Visiting hours ended a few hours ago. Looks like we're not going to get a chance to talk with Mr. Engarde tonight...
Pearl:
B-But... Isn't what we have to ask very important?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, but I don't think that matters to the guard...)
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Visiting hours ended hours ago, so what's the camera watching over now?
Pearl:
Maybe it's watching the Mr. Policeman who's standing over there.
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I don't think that's it...)
Guard
Phoenix:
Visiting hours ended hours ago, so what's he watching over now?
Pearl:
Maybe he did something bad and he's standing there as punishment.
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I don't think that's it...)
March 22Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Pearl:
It feels sort of tense in here, doesn't it Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, it does. I wonder if something happened...?)
Chief:
You're Mr. Engarde's lawyer, right?
Phoenix:
Ah, yes sir.
Chief:
Well, we've finally found just the person we've been looking for. A real decisive witness.
Phoenix:
A "decisive witness"? You mean for Mr. Engarde's case?
Chief:
We're taking the witness' statement right now. Gotta hand it to Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
(What's Edgeworth up to now...?)
Pearl:
Wh-Who is this witness?
Chief:
I think you know this person quite well, Mr. Lawyer.
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick...?
Phoenix:
(Between the kidnapper's demand and now this... I can't see any way to win here!)
Chief:
Oh, yeah... Mr. Edgeworth wanted me to tell you something.
Phoenix:
He did?
Chief:
Even though visiting hours are long over at the detention center, he wanted me to grant you special permission, so there you go.
Pearl:
Eh!?
Chief:
I've already called them so they know. Go on, go talk to your heart's content.
Phoenix:
Thank you very much.
Pearl:
This is such good news, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
("Go talk to your heart's content"? It sounds like the police are pretty sure they have tomorrow's trial in the bag.)
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"It seems as though my true face has been revealed... I was an elite businessman who made deals with the entire world! I was the young successor and CEO of a colossal corporate conglomeration! But my real self is that of a regular everyday policeman!"
Phoenix:
... Stop doing image training, and get yourself out there in the field!!
Chief Detective
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
Whaaat!? "The real killer in the Corrida murder is an assassin..."!? This must be someone's idea of a joke. I can't believe this garbage!
Phoenix:
(Have a little more faith in your own subordinates!)
Blue Badger
Chief:
This mascot here is the "Blue Badger". I made him, you know. I'm finally gonna show him off to the Chief of Police tomorrow.
Phoenix:
Wow, that's really something.
Chief:
You have no idea how much time and effort I invested into him to get this far... But my hopes for this little guy go far beyond just this precinct, yessiree. I'll get him deployed to every precinct in the nation. Just you wait.
Pearl:
I wish you luck, sir.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
March 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
March 22Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
(I'm sure they must have transferred Ms. Andrews here by now... So that means that both Mr. Engarde and Ms. Andrews are in this detention center. Now then, whose story do I want to hear?)
Matt Engarde
Engarde:
Dude! It's Mr. Wright! I hope you can get me off the hook tomorrow. I'm counting on you!
Phoenix:
I... hope so too... (Edgeworth just dropped a bombshell on me and said... that Juan Corrida was killed by an assassin, and that assassin's client is... this man... Matt Engarde...)
Engarde:
What's wrong?
Phoenix:
...Mr. Engarde. There is something I must know with one hundred percent certainty.
Engarde:
Hmm, you seem kinda different. You're totally not like your usual lawyer dude self.
Examine
Guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitor's the visitor's room. He's sleeping standing up. The night's pretty long, and he probably got tired. Hmm... I hope he doesn't fall over...
Talk
Matt's secret
Phoenix:
Um, about the "press conference"...
Engarde:
You mean the one where Juan was gonna dress up as the Nickel Samurai?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I heard a little more about it from Ms. Andrews.
Andrews:
It looked like somehow, Juan had in his hands a secret so powerful... that it would destroy Matt's acting career had it been revealed!
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
Could you please fill me in on what this "secret" is? Please?
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(I knew this was coming...)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick? D-Don't tell me...
Phoenix:
(A Psyche-Lock...)
Engarde:
You said a "secret", right? But you don't have any idea what it is, do you dude...?
Matt's secret (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Phoenix:
This is a very important matter! Please! You must tell me! What is this "secret"!?
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Engarde:
Hmm... Well... Hold on a sec. I'm gonna consult my lawyer, OK?
Phone:
............
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
H-Hello? This is Phoenix Wright.
Engarde:
Oh, hey Mr. Lawyer dude. Sorry, but you know dude, you totally don't have any idea. And I really didn't care at all about what Juan was up to, OK?
Phone:
...*beep*...
Engarde:
So, it's like that.
Phoenix:
... (Looks like I have no choice but to remove those Psyche-Locks...)
Juan and Adrian
Phoenix:
Did you know about Mr. Corrida and Ms. Andrews' relationship...?
Engarde:
Well, it's all over the tabloids, dude. Ah, but I don't know any of the details, if that's what you mean. Look, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't care what Juan did with his life.
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews... She had a purpose in mind when she started seeing Mr. Corrida. Her mentor was Mr. Corrida's manager... and Ms. Andrews was going to get Ms. Celeste Inpax's suicide note from him.
Engarde:
Celeste...
Phoenix:
Does that jog any memories...?
Engarde:
... Dude, I suddenly just got totally hungry. You up for a pizza? My treat.
Engarde:
... ...
Pearl:
Um... Mr. Nick? What's a "pea-za"? Is it a kind of pea, like green peas?
Phoenix:
Let's go eat one later, OK?
Engarde:
...Argh, I got cut off by the pizza dude at the shop.
Phoenix:
That's too bad...
Engarde:
Well, how about we get our minds off of this topic and talk about something else, OK?
Phoenix:
(Mr. Engarde... Are you connected to Ms. Inpax's suicide in some way...?)
Present
Press Conference Ticket
Engarde:
That Juan... Posing as someone else and trying to hold a press conference...! And the person who set it all up was Adrian, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
That's what I heard.
Engarde:
Argh... I can't believe... Why would she do such a thing, dude!?
Radio Transceiver
Engarde:
That's a very nice transceiver, dude. I'm kind of an expert in gadgety things...
Phoenix:
(Why does what he just said give me a sinking feeling?)
Pearl:
?
Guitar Case
Engarde:
His signature item was a guitar. Hah! I mean, dude, what kind of ninja carries a guitar!?
Phoenix:
Um, I'm not someone who would know...
Engarde:
Dude, it's such a kid thing to do. I mean, just my opinion and all.
Phoenix:
(Isn't your show a kid's show too?)
Crime Photo
Engarde:
He was a bit of a talentless hack when he was alive... But who knew he could play dead so well? Wouldn't you agree?
Phoenix:
W-Well, that's because he really IS dead!
Engarde:
And quite pitifully indeed, yes?
Jammin' Ninja's Button, Knife or Lotta's photo
Engarde:
That Adrian... I never thought she'd go this far to frame me for the crime... I mean, what does she have against me? Dude, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
That's something I would like to know too. Do you have any ideas at all? Even the slightest clue?
Engarde:
Huh!? What!? Me!? D-Don't be silly, Mr. Lawyer dude! How am I supposed to know something like that?
Suicide Report or Celeste Inpax profile
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
...Mr. Engarde?
Engarde:
Dude, I know I asked you to be my lawyer and all... But I don't think I have to tell you anything and everything.
Phoenix:
Um... What do you mean by that?
Engarde:
It just means I don't have to tell you anything and everything, dude.
Pearl:
...
Attempted Suicide Report
Phoenix:
Um, about this...
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick! You can't!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Pearl:
Ms. Andrews said she doesn't want anyone to know about that, remember?
Engarde:
What's that?
Phoenix:
Oh, this? Um... Nothing. It's nothing, really.
Picture Card
Phoenix:
(... I'm kind of scared to show him this card...)
Engarde:
What's wrong, dude?
Phoenix:
Oh, um... So about this picture card... Have you ever seen this before?
Engarde:
...? Nope, never saw it before in my life, dude.
Phoenix:
(I don't think he's lying... Or is he...? Then again, he looked like he gasped just now... Maybe I'm seeing things...?)
Engarde:
?
Juan Corrida profile
Engarde:
It's true we debuted at the same time... so that's why people were always comparing us. But I totally didn't care what people were saying because he wasn't even close, dude. I mean, I won every contest we ever had, hands down!
Adrian Andrews profile
Engarde:
I don't get it... Why would she want to frame me...? I mean, I've never done anything to her, dude...
Phoenix:
(Mr. Engarde sounds pretty sincere and he seems trustworthy... So I have to find out what Ms. Andrews' real intentions are!)
John Doe profile
Phoenix:
About this person...
Engarde:
...H-He's...
Pearl:
He is your butler, Mr. Doe, right? We met him at your mansion.
Engarde:
Oh... Yes, that's right. He's a pretty cool dude who can do lots of things. He takes real good care of me.
Anything else
Phoenix:
Could you please take a look at this...? I know it may not seem important to you...
Engarde:
Well, if it's not important, then I'd rather be in bed. If I don't get my 12 hours of beauty sleep, my skin's gonna wrinkle up like a prune, dude.
Pearl:
You know, he's right Mr. Nick. Your skin's kind of drying up here and there.
Phoenix:
(I swear... After this case is over, I'm going to get lots and lots of sleep...)
Adrian Andrews
Andrews:
..Oh, it's you.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry to be visiting at such a late hour. But there are a few questions I absolutely have to ask you tonight.
Andrews:
Me? I thought your client was Matt.
Phoenix:
(I'm sure Ms. Andrews knows something... She can't be clueless about this "secret" Mr. Corrida had on Mr. Engarde...)
Andrews:
...
Talk
Matt Engarde
Phoenix:
I'd like to ask you about Matt Engarde, if you don't mind...
Andrews:
Mr. Wright... You still don't know, do you? The real him, I mean...
Phoenix:
... You seem to bear a lot of resentment towards Mr. Engarde. If that's the case, then why did you become his manager? And why would you become intimate with his rival?
Andrews:
... That... has nothing to do with this case. Nothing.
Celeste Inpax
Phoenix:
About Ms. Celeste Inpax...
Andrews:
I had finally put her death behind me... And now, thanks to you, it's all come back to the surface.
Phoenix:
I... I'm sorry.
Andrews:
Yes, I was shocked by her suicide. And it's true that when I heard the rumor that Juan was the one who had hidden her suicide note, I began to draw close to him. I wanted to get her suicide note back... and to burn it.
Phoenix:
You wanted to "burn it"? But why?
Andrews:
I didn't want it to spread like just another piece of gossip. But... I never held any murderous intent towards Juan. I would never do something so stupid.
Phoenix:
(The suicide note, huh...? I wonder what it said?)
Why frame him? (appears after Matt Engarde and Celeste Inpax)
Phoenix:
Why did you try to frame Mr. Engarde?
Andrews:
That's simple. Because he's the killer, that's why. Isn't it the duty of every good citizen to inform the police?
Pearl:
B-But... there had to be another way.
Phoenix:
The police are excellent at doing their job, so they'd figure it out, right?
Andrews:
Yes, they're so good that they couldn't figure out the real truth behind Celeste's death.
Pearl:
Ms. Andrews...
Phoenix:
Well, um, I know you're not the type of person to do something without a reason, so please, tell me why you did what you did...
Andrews:
...Revenge.
Pearl:
Huh...? Did you say something just now...?
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Phoenix:
(A Psyche-Lock, huh...)
Andrews:
Don't you understand yet? You're not my lawyer. To be honest, you're more like my enemy.
Pearl:
But...
Phoenix:
(I'm sure I just heard Ms. Andrews say, "Revenge".)
Why frame him? (after Psyche-Lock appears)
Phoenix:
Why did you frame Mr. Engarde...?
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Andrews:
Hmm, I wonder why...? I don't really know myself. When I realized what I was doing, I had already stabbed the knife into the body.
Phoenix:
(I'm almost sure that just now... Ms. Andrews muttered, "Revenge" to herself.)
Present
Press Conference Ticket
Andrews:
I was the one who organized the whole press conference. Juan wanted to deal the most damage possible to Matt's career. And that's why he was killed. It's quite simply a story of cause and effect, yes?
Magazine Clipping
Andrews:
It appears to me that rumor was started by Juan himself.
Phoenix:
Mr. Corrida...? But...
Andrews:
I'm Matt's manager, remember. I think he wanted to embarrass Matt through his relationship with me.
Pearl:
But... But didn't Mr. Corrida like you...!?
Andrews:
There weren't any feelings of love between us. For me, it was about getting Celeste's suicide note... For him, it was about wounding Matt's pride. That's all it was.
Pearl:
That's... That's...
Phoenix:
(Poor Pearls is in shock. She sees just how cruel the world can really be.)
Guitar Case
Phoenix:
So there was a Nickel Samurai costume inside of this case, correct?
Andrews:
Yes, there was. I even personally carried it here from the studio. I always thought it was such a childish thing to dress up and wear a costume like that, but I never thought that I would wind up using it myself that night.
Wine Glass
Andrews:
When I was pouring that glass of juice... I honestly had no idea that Juan was dead...
Pearl:
I see...
Andrews:
I really am a terrible woman, aren't I? One moment, I'm thinking of looking after him, and the next, I'm stabbing him in the chest with a knife.
Crime Photo
Phoenix:
About this photo...
Andrews:
The person who stabbed the body and opened the guitar case was me.
Phoenix:
And that was so you could get the Nickel Samurai's costume out so you could wear it...?
Andrews:
I thought I had executed that part quite well. But you showed me differently. You are a formidable lawyer, Mr. Wright.
Jammin' Ninja's Button, Knife or Lotta's photo
Andrews:
You know... There was only one thought running through my head at that time. "With this, I can finally expose Matt's true nature to the world."
Phoenix:
(His "true nature"...? I wonder why she's saying that, but not telling me what his true nature is? If it were me, I think I'd be happy to finally get that kind of thing off my chest.)
Suicide Report
Andrews:
I don't care what the reason was... It's unforgivable that he hid Celeste's suicide note.
Phoenix:
But you don't have any proof that she left a suicide note behind, right?
Andrews:
Celeste... She always believed there was a right way and a wrong way to do anything. She would have left a note. I... I wholly believe that.
Attempted Suicide Report
Andrews:
S-Stop it! I don't want to remember the hopelessness and the despair I felt back then!
Pearl:
Hurry up and put that away, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
I-I'm so sorry!
Picture Card
Andrews:
It was near Juan's dead body. I... I noticed it when I went to fill the glass. And then when I realized that Juan was dead... I completely panicked. That's when I must have unconsciously picked this card up and put it into my pocket. As for why...? I simply don't know.
Will Powers profile
Andrews:
That's Mr. Will Powers. He's an actor contracted with Global Studios. He's a very nice man. A man with a good heart. ...But that's all he is and ever will be.
Phoenix:
(Urk... What a horrible thing to say...)
Andrews:
...Society doesn't care about genuinely nice people, Mr. Wright.
Juan Corrida profile
Andrews:
He is a very prideful man... Or rather, was. He absolutely had to compete with Matt in everything, no matter what it was. He really was such an idiot.
Pearl:
Ms. Andrews...?
Andrews:
Well, I guess maybe all stars are like that. Never giving any thought to other people's feelings.
Matt Engarde profile
Andrews:
...
Pearl:
Ms. Andrews...?
Andrews:
That things have come to this... I have nothing left to say about that man. Not one word.
Adrian Andrews profile
Andrews:
I hate talking about myself. It's a trifling matter, that's why.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry...
Celeste Inpax profile
Andrews:
Celeste... was my mentor. She was a strong woman... She wouldn't kill herself over any old trifling matter...
Pearl:
S-So... You have some ideas of why she killed herself...?
Andrews:
Yes, I suppose...
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um, I'd like to ask you about this...
Andrews:
I told you. I hate trifling matters. It's a waste of time to show me things that are of no relevance to me.
Phoenix:
(Wow... This is the first time I've been shut down this badly...)
(Clearing "Something interesting" and "Celeste's suicide" "Talk" options and visiting Detention Center leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
March 22
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
March 22Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
???:
Oh! Mr. Wright! Please, you have to help me!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh...) M-Mr. Powers!
Pearl:
What happened? Why are you here?
Powers:
I-I... Uh, you see, I got roped into this somehow...
Pearl:
What??
Powers:
And now I'm going to testify at tomorrow's trial.
Phoenix:
(So the decisive witness... is Mr. Powers?)
Powers:
I was talking with a detective until a little while ago, and I was on my way home... When all of a sudden, "You there! You're under arrest!" And I was brought back here.
Phoenix:
O-Oh.
Powers:
They said my face and whole self in general looked "suspicious" or something.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Well, I guess I can see how they thought you looked suspicious...)
Powers:
*sigh* I'm just a normal guy on an exercise show for kids... Is that a crime??
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"...I... I'm sorry, everyone. I've lied to you all... I... I'm not a detective. I'm really... I'm really... I'm really Global Hero Onyankopon!"
Phoenix:
... I think he's lost his grip on what's real and what isn't...
Talk
Tomorrow's testimony
Phoenix:
So, about this "testimony" you're giving. What are you going to talk about?
Powers:
Ah, I really don't know yet... But it sounds like I saw something pretty important from what they tell me.
Phoenix:
You saw something important? What was it?
Powers:
Ah, well, the detective told me not to talk about it. "You can't tell anyone, and especially not that lawyer," he said.
Pearl:
Who do you think is "that lawyer" the detective was talking about...?
Phoenix:
I'm going to take a wild guess and say it's me.
Powers:
...Y-Yeah, you got it.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Mystic Maya and myself are your only two allies in this whole world, but it's alright!
Phoenix:
(Ouch... I don't really have a lot of friends, do I...?)
Matt Engarde
Powers:
This is going to do a lot of damage to Matt, you know. Because he's got that "refreshing like a spring breeze" image going.
Phoenix:
But what is he really like?
Powers:
Well, let's see. Matt's always been kind of a "player" with women... He would never really turn a pretty face away, if you know what I mean... He'd always say, "It's just a game" to justify himself.
Pearl:
What!? H-How horrible! That's unforgivable!
Powers:
Oww. S-Sorry. Didn't mean to offend you. But you know, he said once that, "There's only one person in the world who won't swoon over me."
Phoenix:
One person who wouldn't swoon over him?
Powers:
His manager, you know. Ms. Adrian Andrews.
Phoenix:
(Why is Mr. Powers suddenly looking kind of... energetic?)
Gossip
Powers:
Ah, you see, I'm actually a sucker for gossip. I mean, celebrities and their world have this dazzling sort of image, right?
Phoenix:
A dazzling sort of image? But aren't you a part of that dazzle, Mr. Powers?
Powers:
No, I'm more of a hairy, sweaty, smelly, brutish kind of guy, you see. But it's OK, really. I get to hear plenty of gossip about a lot of the other stars around me as things happen.
Phoenix:
Well, that's true.
Powers:
Oh, hey! So did you hear about this yet? About Ms. Andrews' mentor and her suicide...?
Phoenix:
You mean Ms. Inpax?
Pearl:
We heard something about how her wedding was cancelled...
Powers:
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! I thought about it a little the other day! About that mysterious death! Hey, Mr. Wright! Why don't you ask me about that!? Go on, go ahead!
Phoenix:
(Mr. Powers is so charged up his skin is practically glowing with electricity...)
Celeste's suicide (appears after Gossip)
Powers:
Hey, so have you heard this? Celeste left a suicide note! And they say that Juan went and hid it...
Phoenix:
We heard about that in court today. (But there wasn't any actual proof that she had left a note...)
Powers:
Well, this is what I think. I think that something bad was written on that note. Something bad for Juan, that is.
Pearl:
Something bad for Mr. Corrida?
Phoenix:
Why do you figure so?
Powers:
Well, before she died, Celeste talked with a few of her friends. And she said, "It looks like I may have been caught by an insidious man..."
Phoenix:
An "insidious man"...? Did she mean Mr. Corrida by that?
Powers:
Well, there's no one else that fits the bill, right? And that would be reason enough for him to hide the suicide note!
Phoenix:
I see... Well, that's some good info. Thank you.
Powers:
Y-You're welcome!
Phoenix:
(Mr. Engarde and Ms. Andrews; they're both at the detention center right now. There are still things I don't understand or know about, I'm sure... I have to get the two of them to tell me everything!)
Present
Radio Transceiver
Powers:
Um... That kidnapper... Has he said anything since then...?
Phoenix:
Well... He tried, but there was a lot of interference.
Powers:
I see...
Phoenix:
(That radio interference... Who would've thought it was caused by a spy camera?)
Magazine Clipping
Powers:
Hey! That article! Is that from "Gossip Land"?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I guess so.
Powers:
Ah, you too? I absolutely love this magazine!
Phoenix:
Um... "You too"...?
Powers:
Oh, they wrote a little something about me once! "Steel Samurai's Midnight Dine and Dash".
Pearl:
Dine and dash...?
Powers:
I bought ten copies of that issue, you know.
Phoenix:
(Do you think we could somehow get back to THIS article...?)
Guitar Case
Powers:
The Jammin' Ninja made me want a bright red guitar, you know. I wanted to be cool like him, so I went out and bought one.
Phoenix:
Oh... That's nice...
Powers:
Ah, but you don't understand. I can't get a single sound to come out of it. Because I sort of tripped on it and crushed it... the day after I bought it.
Wine Glass, Crime Photo, Lotta's Photo, Jammin' Ninja's Button or Knife
Powers:
I can't believe Ms. Andrews tried to frame Matt... Those two have such a strange relationship with each other, don't they?
Phoenix:
(Looks like Mr. Powers is just as in the dark about things as I am. I guess I don't have a choice other than to go talk to the two of them myself.)
Adrian Andrews profile
Powers:
Hey, that's Ms. Andrews! She's Matt's manager. Actually, I was interested in her for a little bit. Just a little...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... So Mr. Powers likes this type of woman...) What do you know about Ms. Andrews...?
Powers:
Well, see... Here's the thing. I don't really KNOW her know her... you know? Ah! If you're interested, I can give you a little bit of the details!
Phoenix:
(He's so happy, he looks like a lion that's just found his next meal...)
Celeste Inpax profile
Powers:
That's Juan's former manager, right? Celeste Inpax... She was with Global Studios for a while way back when... But some things happened and she ended up moving over to Worldwide Studios.
Pearl:
"Some things"? As in?
Powers:
Well, there's no one left around who knows the details, you know. Only rumors are left now.
Any other profile
Powers:
Umm... I'm honored you're asking me, I don't know anything special about this person... Umm... Sorry...
Phoenix:
Ah, it's OK. You don't have to apologize so much.
Powers:
S-Sorry.
(Clearing all "Talk" options and clearing "Matt's secret" "Talk" option leads to:)
Phone:
...
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Your phone!
Powers:
Hey, that's the Steel Samurai theme song, isn't it!?
Phoenix:
I don't like the sound of this ringtone right now... It sounds kind of ominous.
Powers:
Y-Yeah, I know.
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Hello--
Gumshoe:
We're in trouble now, pal! I'll... I'll be back at the office really soon!
Phoenix:
Wh-What's wrong!?
Gumshoe:
Something really unexpected just happened! Mr. Edgeworth... He...
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth...?)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, hurry up and get back to the office, pal! I don't know what's going on anymore! It's no good! The end! I --
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
...Hello? He got cut off.
Pearl:
Wh-What's going on, Mr. Nick!?
Phoenix:
Gumshoe said we need to go back to the office right away.
Pearl:
Th-Then we should hurry back!
Phoenix:
...I'm scared to go back.
Pearl:
What are you talking about!? Mr. Nick! Pull yourself together!
Phoenix:
Um...
Powers:
Maybe it'll be good news!
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I doubt that...)
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
March 22
Wright & Co. Law Offices
March 22Wright & Co. Law Offices
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! Mr. Edgeworth's already back!
Phoenix:
Well? What happened?
Gumshoe:
We got 'em! We know who bought that spy camera!
Pearl:
Eh!?
Phoenix:
Th-This quickly?
Gumshoe:
And this bear's what gave them away, pal!
Phoenix:
The bear...
Gumshoe:
I figured it out, pal! I figured that we should've been looking into the bear instead of the camera!
Pearl:
Um... Wasn't that Mr. Edgeworth that figured...
Phoenix:
Shh, Pearls. ...And? Go on.
Gumshoe:
There's only one person who bought one of those bears who's related to this crime!
Pearl:
Wh-Who is it!? Who would be so rude as to spy on another person in their room...?
Gumshoe:
...Matt Engarde.
Pearl:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Matt Engarde. Your client, that's who, pal!
Phoenix:
(And here I thought things couldn't get any worse...)
Talk
Stuffed bear
Phoenix:
Are you sure you heard right!? That the person who bought this bear was...
Gumshoe:
I heard it from the department store clerk, pal. This is the credit card receipt for the purchase. It's for $3,800, pal. That's an exact match to the price of that stuffed bear.
Phoenix:
A receipt...? That's all you have?
Gumshoe:
Nah, it's not just the receipt, pal. The store clerk said so himself. He told me, "I'm sure I sold the bear to Mr. Engarde." I mean, the clerk even got Mr. Engarde's autograph out of it, pal. So I'm sure the person that bought the stuffed bear was Mr. Engarde himself!
Phoenix:
(My... My sight is failing me... Th-This can't be!)
Credit Card Receipt added to the Court Record.
Spy camera
Phoenix:
So what about the spy camera we found...?
Gumshoe:
Ah, that was a dead end, pal. I mean, you can get this kind of thing from anywhere. But for now, I guess I can give these back to you for you to file away into evidence.
Spy Camera, Transmitter, and Stuffed Bear refiled into the Court Record.
Present
Radio Transceiver
Gumshoe:
Have you heard anything from the kidnapper...?
Phoenix:
Nope. Not a word since we were cut off by the radio interference.
Gumshoe:
Well, we know his goal is to get an acquittal for Matt Engarde... So, I don't think he'll hurt Maya, because that's not going to help him at all. Come on! We can't lose hope, pal!
Pearl:
Y-Yeah!
Transmitter, Stuffed Bear, or Spy Camera
Gumshoe:
That Engarde... What was he thinking?
Phoenix:
You mean setting the spy camera up in the victim's room...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! And it was recording at the time of the murder too, pal. Don't you find that just a tad suspicious? It doesn't sound like a coincidence to me...
Pearl:
...
Gumshoe:
Ah! I mean, don't mind me! I didn't mean it that way, pal...
Phoenix:
(Then what "way" did you mean it?)
Adrian Andrews profile
Gumshoe:
My impression of her has totally changed, pal.
Phoenix:
Hmm... I wonder what she is doing right now...?
Gumshoe:
I'm sure she's still being questioned. She sure got herself into quite a big mess trying to frame Mr. Engarde. She'll probably be spending the night at the detention center...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that's right. She's still at the detention center.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gumshoe:
I know you don't want to give up, pal...
Phoenix:
(I never thought... I didn't think it was possible... The person who put the spy camera in Juan Corrida's room was Matt Engarde!)
Pearl:
Why... Why would Mr. Engarde do something like this!?
Gumshoe:
I bet it was to catch Ms. Andrews and Mr. Corrida in one of their rendezvous.
Phoenix:
"I bet" is not good enough for me. I have to know the absolute truth behind this camera.
Gumshoe:
Are you going to see him? Mr. Engarde, I mean.
Phoenix:
Yes.
Pearl:
I'm... I'm scared, Mr. Nick. I wonder... I wonder what we will find out next...
Phoenix:
(I'm scared myself, but I have to put on a good face for Pearls... Matt Engarde! What in the world have you done!?)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
"You're working really late, you know."
Corrida's Hotel Room
Present
Spy Camera or Transmitter
Pearl:
I've learned a lot of things during this case. For example, if you want to spy on someone, there are devices like this you can use.
Phoenix:
Well, it's not really a device for the purpose of spying. The way any device is used is decided by the people who use them.
Pearl:
...
Stuffed Bear
Pearl:
Poor teddy... I feel bad for it. Its eye was... It was... And all for the criminal's mean plan...
Phoenix:
(This bear... It's an expensive luxury brand from overseas.) But it's OK, Pearls. Now it's helping us by giving us a clue... It's telling us who the real culprit is so we can get some justice.
Detention Center
Engarde:
You're working really late, you know. It's already past 10:00 PM, dude.
Phoenix:
I think it's time you told me the truth.
Engarde:
... Relax. Don't you know that "ignorance is bliss"? But if you really want to know, let's talk.
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Matt's Secret --
Phoenix:
Now, let's hear what this "secret" of yours is. What if Mr. Corrida had been successful in his plan? What would he have disclosed...?
Engarde:
I told you before, dude. I don't know! I don't know anything about Juan, OK? Look, Mr. Wright. I can keep on saying it until I'm blue in the face, but... I totally didn't pay Juan any attention the whole time that night! I mean, come on! I was in the middle of a nap!
Phoenix:
Don't lie to me.
Engarde:
Huh?
Phoenix:
I know you paid close attention to Mr. Corrida, especially on that night!
Present Spy Camera or Transmitter
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Someone used this camera to secretly film Mr. Corrida's room the night of the murder.
Engarde:
..."Secretly film"...? What?
Phoenix:
And then sent the images the camera took with this transmitter.
Engarde:
Wow... But dude, where was this camera you're talking about hidden?
Present Stuffed Bear
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The spy camera was hidden in this bear's eye!
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
A bear that was supposed to be a present from a fan!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Leads to:
"...Hmph."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Engarde:
Mr. Lawyer dude, I'm really tired...
Phoenix:
I know...
Engarde:
But dude, you look even more tired than me. Why don't we call it quits for today and get some sleep? How does that sound?
Phoenix:
What made you say that all of a sudden?
Engarde:
Well, you're here showing me stuff that doesn't make any sense.
Phoenix:
Oh, oops. (I guess I really must be tired...) But I'm not giving up just yet.
Leads back to:
"Someone used this camera to secretly film Mr. Corrida's room the night of the murder."
Present Stuffed Bear
Phoenix:
This bear was in Mr. Corrida's room on the night of the murder. A bear that was supposed to be a present from a fan!
Engarde:
So? It's a present, dude. It actually looks kinda classy, if you know what I mean.
Phoenix:
Yes, I hear it's quite expensive. Which is why it is very odd that this gadget was found inside this bear!
Present Spy Camera or Transmitter
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is a very small video camera. And it was hidden inside this bear's eye.
Engarde:
...Maybe it's a really curious bear...?
Phoenix:
Well, whatever this "bear" saw was sent somewhere using this transmitter. Which means... Someone, on the night of the murder, was secretly filming Mr. Corrida's room!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Leads to:
"...Hmph."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Engarde:
Mr. Lawyer dude, I'm really tired...
Phoenix:
I know...
Engarde:
But dude, you look even more tired than me. Why don't we call it quits for today and get some sleep? How does that sound?
Phoenix:
What made you say that all of a sudden?
Engarde:
Well, you're here showing me stuff that doesn't make any sense.
Phoenix:
Oh, oops. (I guess I really must be tired...) But I'm not giving up just yet.
Leads back to:
"This bear was in Mr. Corrida's room on the night of the murder."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Engarde?
Engarde:
Hold on a sec. I'm gonna consult my friend, OK? ... ... He said I should snort while I give a good laugh.
Phoenix:
Um...
Engarde:
OK, here I go. ... Aha ha ha ha *snort!*
Phoenix:
(I can't believe he can be so flippant at a time like this...) Um, Mr. Engarde... I don't think you need to snort while you laugh. Really.
Leads back to:
"I know you paid close attention to Mr. Corrida, especially on that night!"
Engarde:
...Hmph. I guess Juan had a few of those kinds of fans too, huh dude?
Phoenix:
Actually, I wouldn't say this bear was a present from a "fan".
Engarde:
... Hmm... You sure, dude? Who else could it be from?
Phoenix:
The person who gave this bear to Mr. Corrida was...
Present Matt Engarde profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Engarde. Don't you know this bear from somewhere...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Engarde?
Engarde:
Hold on a sec. I'm gonna ask my mom, OK? ... ... She says that I can't be friends with someone like you.
Phoenix:
Um...
Engarde:
Go home! If you don't go away, I'm gonna call the police on you!
Phoenix:
(...That's strange. I thought the answer was right there in front of me...)
Leads back to:
"Actually, I wouldn't say this bear was a present from a "fan"."
Phoenix:
Mr. Engarde. Don't you know this bear from somewhere...?
Engarde:
I don't think I've ever met Mr. Bear before, dude.
Phoenix:
Aww, but he says he knows you. How could you forget such a great friend?
Engarde:
... What else did the bear tell you?
Phoenix:
He says that the one who put the camera in his eye was you, Mr. Engarde.
Engarde:
... If I didn't know how you work in court, I'd think I was in some serious trouble. Come on... This is all a joke, right dude? You're just pulling my leg.
Phoenix:
Looks like you're not ready to give up your secret yet.
Engarde:
Well, do you have any proof you want to show me first?
Phoenix:
Here is proof that it was you who put the camera inside the bear:
Present Credit Card Receipt
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I have here, one credit card receipt, Mr. Engarde."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, come on, Mr. Engarde!
Engarde:
Hold on a sec. I'm gonna ask my grandma, OK? ... ... Did you know? It's bad to whistle at night, dude... Because snakes will come out if you do.
Phoenix:
Um...
Engarde:
My grandma, she knows all sorts of stuff. I think you'd better learn from her example, OK?
Phoenix:
(Is he telling me to think carefully before I speak...? Argh! So close and yet so far!)
Leads back to:
"Looks like you're not ready to give up your secret yet."
Phoenix:
I have here, one credit card receipt, Mr. Engarde. It's from when YOU bought that stuffed bear!
Engarde:
Dude, all you can tell from this is that I spent $3,800. I go to that department store all the time, OK? This $3,800... This could be the toothbrush I bought that one time.
Phoenix:
A-A THIRTY-EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLAR TOOTHBRUSH!?
Engarde:
...It's ivory... And it's got elephant hair for bristles...
Phoenix:
(Eww... Elephant hair? Is that what rich people use nowadays...?) Anyway! The store clerk clearly remembers you and your purchase. After all, you even gave him an autograph, did you not!?
Engarde:
... Dude... You should've said that earlier.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Engarde:
... Um, so can I ask you one thing?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Engarde:
You're my lawyer, right dude? So, if you are, then why are you looking into stuff like that?
Phoenix:
Because if I don't know the truth, I can't help you.
Engarde:
Sounds more like stupid lawyer talk to me... Hey, let's stop talking about this, OK?
Phoenix:
No, not yet. I haven't asked why you set the camera up yet.
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
And what your "secret" is. Of course, it would be strictly confidential...
Engarde:
So...? What are you going to do now?
Phoenix:
I'm going to find out what I want to know... because I must. The reason you hid this camera in Mr. Corrida's room and filmed it in secret is...
Present Picture Card
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What is this card...?"
Present Magazine Clipping or Adrian Andrews profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Engarde:
Adrian Andrews?
Phoenix:
There is a rumor going around... That Ms. Andrews and Mr. Corrida were having secret meetings.
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
You, who was keeping tabs on Mr. Corrida... You were going to reveal this as fact, and turn it into a scandal. Isn't that right!?
Engarde:
... ...Dude, you can be such a moron.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Engarde:
Oh man, Mr. Lawyer dude, that kind of scandal... That's the good stuff! That's what we in the industry call "juicy"!
Phoenix:
...The "good stuff"...? "Juicy"...?
Engarde:
Look, we can get publicity without spending a penny with that kind of stuff. I mean, if people stopped paying attention to us, then it'd be the end, dude.
Phoenix:
... Too bad, that wasn't your intention.
Engarde:
What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
I wish your reason for spying was something so innocent. But it wasn't. You didn't spy on Mr. Corrida because of Ms. Andrews... Then there's only one reason I can think of for you to do such a thing.
Engarde:
...!
Phoenix:
The real reason you set up that camera in Mr. Corrida's room was...
Present Picture Card
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What is this card...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Engarde:
...If I really wanted to set up a spy camera... I wouldn't have set it up in Juan's room. It would be in your office, dude.
Phoenix:
Huh? My office...?
Engarde:
Well, dude, you're always saying really absurd things, right? It'd be like getting the comedy channel for free!
Phoenix:
(Argh! I'm so close! I can feel it!) I-If you're done laughing!
Leads back to:
"You didn't spy on Mr. Corrida because of Ms. Andrews..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Engarde:
... ...
Phoenix:
Mr. Engarde?
Engarde:
Dude, how about you take that bear home with you and talk to it? I'm sure Mr. Bear will talk with you about as much as I will, which is not at all.
Phoenix:
Um... (I have to somehow get it through his head I'm not giving up.)
Engarde:
So, is it time to throw in the towel yet, dude?
Phoenix:
Sorry, but no.
Leads back to:
"I'm going to find out what I want to know... because I must."
Engarde:
Wh-What is this card...?
Phoenix:
(Maybe he doesn't know about this card...) This is a certain man's "calling card"... The man's name is Shelly de Killer... and I'm sure you know of him, don't you?
Engarde:
Shelly... de Killer... Th-Th-That's ridiculous! Wh-Why would I know some shady scumbag like him...?
Phoenix:
If you really don't know him, then why are you acting so jumpy all of a sudden?
Engarde:
Umm!
Phoenix:
(This is it! I'm finally starting to get to the truth! I can't afford to make any more mistakes now...) Mr. Matt Engarde. I know why you know Mr. de Killer. It's because...
you're a hero of justice.
Phoenix:
It's because you're the great hero of justice, the Nickel Samurai!
Engarde:
Duuuuude!?
Phoenix:
You spied on that room to do one thing and one thing only! To expose Shelly de Killer's fiendish plot!
Engarde:
...I... ...Okay... If that's what you think, then whatever, dude.
Phoenix:
... (I get the feeling that wasn't quite it...) S-Sorry. Slip of the tongue...
Leads back to:
"Mr. Matt Engarde."
you're his client.
Leads to:
"Since you're the one who set up that camera..."
you're a star.
Phoenix:
It's because you're a star!
Engarde:
Duuuuude!? What in the world are you talking about!?
Phoenix:
Well, you're a star. And stars never need a logical, or sane reason for anything!
Engarde:
...I... ...Okay... If that's what you think, then whatever, dude.
Phoenix:
... (I get the feeling that wasn't quite it...) S-Sorry. Slip of the tongue...
Leads back to:
"Mr. Matt Engarde."
Phoenix:
Since you're the one who set up that camera... That means you knew... You knew exactly what was going to happen in that room!
Engarde:
...
Phoenix:
So... How? How would you know something like that...? It's because you're his client. That's why. You hired Shelly de Killer to assassinate Mr. Juan Corrida! The real mastermind behind this whole murder is... You, Matt Engarde!
Engarde:
... ... ... ...*sigh* And here I was, trying to be a good boy for you, dude.
Phoenix:
...!
Engarde:
I thought if you didn't know, you'd be able to do your job without feeling bad. Well, that's what I thought, anyway...
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Engarde... You really did hire...!?
Engarde:
Hold on a sec. I'm gonna consult myself, OK? ... ...
Phoenix:
(Consult... "myself"...??)
Engarde:
...Well, I guess it's probably about time anyway.
Phoenix:
About time for what?
Engarde:
I think it's time for you to meet him now, Mr. Lawyer dude.
3 LOCKS BROKEN
Engarde:
How do you do... Mister Lawyer? I'm Matt Engarde.
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Matt's secret
Engarde:
Well done, Mr. Wright. I bet it wasn't easy to gather as much information as you have.
Phoenix:
You really... So you were Shelly de Killer's client!?
Engarde:
You don't really think I would dirty my own hands in this, do you?
Pearl:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Engarde:
And that woman... Adrian was quite brave herself. Trying to stick the crime on me -- I didn't think she had it in her. But all I care about is that Juan is dead. Isn't that right, Mister Lawyer?
Pearl:
Th-That's... You're lying!! What a terrible...!
Engarde:
It's way past your bedtime... little girl. Go on, and let us grown-ups talk about more... adult things.
Pearl:
But why!? Why did you hide the video camera and...
Engarde:
... A weakling soon believes the words of others... just like that pathetic Adrian.
Phoenix:
(He knew about Ms. Andrews' secret...?)
Engarde:
But I'm no weakling. I don't believe anyone... least of all assassins.
Phoenix:
What...?
Engarde:
Oh, come now, Mr. Wright. Assassins aren't above blackmail. They turn their clients into cashcows by holding the sinful deed over their heads. And a superstar like me, how much do you think I'm worth? Care to guess?
Pearl:
And... And that's why...?
Engarde:
Yes, that's where the video comes in. It's got his face and the crime scene recorded on it, preserved for all time. With that, I can keep him at bay, and even blackmail him if I want. That's right. That video is my "insurance"... Isn't that what they call it, Mr. Wright?
Pearl:
Why would you do something so wrong...?
Engarde:
Because I'm a grown-up, and I can. Good enough of an answer for you, little girl?
Motive for murder
Pearl:
Why!? Why would you kill Mr. Corrida...?
Engarde:
Because he was about to sling so much dung onto my beautiful public image. Scandals are a little annoying, aren't they?
Phoenix:
This is all because of that press conference, isn't it...?
Pearl:
If Mr. Corrida had been able to give it, then Mr. Engarde's secret would've...
Engarde:
Ah, well, that's what we call "taking advantage of the situation", you know? I had no interest in doing it, really, but bit by bit, it crept up on me. And then the situation just presented itself perfectly... "How beautiful," I thought.
Pearl:
And that's... That's how Mr. Corrida ended up dead...
Engarde:
Let me tell you something. I'm not like Adrian. I don't depend on anyone. People are simply things to be used. Used and thrown away. Put on a sweet, innocent face, and people will swallow anything you feed them. Adrian fell for it. The assassin too. Oh, and how can I forget. Even you fell for it, Mister Lawyer! Everyone, all working their butts off for me, Matt Engarde!
Pearl:
...
Engarde:
Aww, did that leave you speechless? What a shame.
Present
Anything
Engarde:
I don't care what you show... I think you've gotten enough out of me, don't you? Enough freebies for today. The rest is up to you, isn't that right... Mister Lawyer?
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Phoenix:
...
Engarde:
What's wrong, Mister Lawyer? You've grown awfully quiet...
Phoenix:
H-How could I have been so deceived by you all this time? When we first met, I asked if you had killed Juan Corrida... And you answered very clearly that you hadn't killed anyone.
Engarde:
Hey now. I never told you any lies. The person who did the killing was that De Killer guy, right? All I'm guilty of is taking a catnap in my room.
Phoenix:
You... You... You killed Mr. Corrida!
Engarde:
Hahaha. I dare you to say that in court tomorrow.
Phoenix:
Grr...
Engarde:
Aww, but too bad. You can't. You're my lawyer, after all. Aren't you?
Phoenix:
...
Engarde:
You could always drop my case and refuse to represent me. How does that sound? Aww, but you can't, can you? That would be the one thing you absolutely can't do.
Pearl:
M-Mystic Maya...!
Engarde:
You wouldn't want to test De Killer. He's a man of his word, or so I hear. You could end up getting a certain friend of yours rubbed out if you lose.
Phoenix:
...Y...You... scoundrel...
Engarde:
So if I were you, Mr. Wright, esquire, I think I would give it my all tomorrow. Remember, everyone likes a happy win-win resolution.
Phoenix:
I... I'll get you for this!
Engarde:
That's such a cliché phrase. Juan said something just like that, if memory serves. Of course... Well, we all know how well things turned out for him, don't we? Good night, Mister Lawyer.
Phoenix:
(Maya... Maya, what am I supposed to do!?)
???:
... And now... Now you've finally found it.
Edgeworth:
The starting line of this case.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
I don't care for the horrid atmosphere here. Let's return to the precinct.
March 22Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Edgeworth:
Well, Wright? What are you going to do? If you plan on changing your defense...
Pearl:
N...No! We can't do that...
Edgeworth:
That's right... He's holding Maya hostage...
Phoenix:
... What... What should I do...?
Edgeworth:
... That's not something I can answer for you.
Pearl:
M-Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Wright... Only you can decide where to go from here. One year ago... At that time, I didn't truly understand what a "prosecutor" was. And that is why... I had to leave the Prosecutor's Office. I felt that I couldn't stand in a court of law until I knew what a prosecutor really was. And now, Wright... It's your turn.
Phoenix:
My... Turn?
Edgeworth:
What is this thing called a "lawyer"? What can you do as one? You must find the answer... And you must find it on your own.
Talk
Matt Engarde
Phoenix:
I'm a lawyer... But to fight for someone who is clearly a killer... Matt Engarde... That man is really... Argh!
Edgeworth:
It doesn't matter who, every person deserves a proper defense and a fair trial. Isn't that the basis of our judicial system?
Phoenix:
"Proper defense"? But what exactly is that? Is it where a lawyer forcibly and blindly gets an acquittal through shouting and trickery?
Edgeworth:
...*sigh* Ironic that you of all people should say such a thing. Isn't that exactly how you have fought for your clients up until now?
Phoenix:
Uh... W-Well, that may be true, but... But that's... That's because I've believed my clients to be innocent from the bottom of my heart! But if I were to get Engarde an acquittal... That... That isn't a proper defense at all!
Maya's situation
Phoenix:
I became a lawyer because I thought... I thought I could save people who were suffering and in pain...
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
But... When I look at this mess we're in... I can't even protect the person closest to me. Even if I win the case, I still lose in the end... I just don't know what to do!
Edgeworth:
... Wright. Would you get a hold of yourself? You have it all wrong.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
We aren't some sort of heroes. We're only human, you and I. You want to "save someone"? That's something easier said than done, wouldn't you say?
Pearl:
Th-That's...
Edgeworth:
You are a defense lawyer. You can't run away from that. You can only fight. That's all you can do.
Why fight? (appears after Matt Engarde and Maya's situation)
Leads to:
"People like you and Franziska von Karma are always using all you have to pin me down."
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
(Now's not the time to talk about evidence...)
Phoenix:
People like you and Franziska von Karma are always using all you have to pin me down. You fight to the very end, even when you know the truth is not with you. But I'm not like you. I can't fight for a false verdict -- for a man I clearly know to be guilty!
Edgeworth:
... Franziska... She fights for herself. The only thing she fights for is her perfect win record. That's all.
Phoenix:
And!? Isn't that the same as you!? Isn't that why you ran away a year ago? Because your precious win record was destroyed!? You are so petty!
Edgeworth:
... I see... Now I understand why you despise me so. However, you are mistaken.
Phoenix:
What do you...?
Edgeworth:
Thanks to you, when you sealed off my path to a perfect win record... I began to realize the error of my ways. I realized that things such as a perfect record were meaningless.
Pearl:
Eh!?
Phoenix:
I don't believe you. Are you saying that is why you left the Prosecutor's Office? But then, why? Why are you here now?
Edgeworth:
The answer to that... is something you will find out on your own. I have faith you will see it before the verdict is read tomorrow. But if you can't, then you will be powerless to change the ending of this story.
...*beep beep beep*...
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick! The transceiver!
...*beep*...
???:
I'm sorry for what happened earlier. Well then, Mr. Attorney. Do you wager you can obtain an acquittal tomorrow?
Phoenix:
...
???:
My, my. What is the matter, Mr. Attorney? I don't sense your usual anger this time.
Phoenix:
...Tell me. Please. Why are you holding Maya hostage for Mr. Engarde's sake? Why are you... Why are you doing this for that cold-blooded killer!?
Edgeworth:
Wright...
???:
... Please don't misunderstand things. He is my client.
Phoenix:
Don't toy with me! A man who hires an assassin is just as much of a killer himself!
???:
... ...I believe you were asking me for a reason as to why I am doing what I am...
Phoenix:
...Y-Yeah.
???:
This is what I like to call my "aftercare".
Phoenix:
Wh-What the heck is "aftercare"?
???:
My name carries a certain amount of honor and dignity, Mr. Attorney. I take great care to insure that no suspicion falls upon my clients for my handiwork. That is what is called "client relations" and it is a part of an assassin's duty.
Phoenix:
An assassin's... "duty"...?
???:
We were unlucky this time and my client was arrested as a suspect. As a result, I did what I had to do to enlist your expert help, Mr. Attorney. And to ensure that you would do everything in your power to the very end.
Phoenix:
Wh-What is your name!?
???:
I believe I told you once before, however...
Phoenix:
You did... But...
???:
My name is... De Killer. Shelly de Killer.
Edgeworth:
Y-You're Shelly de Killer!?
de Killer:
Please keep in mind you do not have much space to maneuver with me. As a De Killer, I always finish what I set out to do. If you fail to keep up your end of the bargain...
Phoenix:
M-Maya!
de Killer:
It would be my duty as an assassin to see to it she receives a nice long nap.
Pearl:
Aaaaaaaaaaah! Noooooooooooo!
de Killer:
Now then, if you'll excuse me. If someone were to trace this signal back to me, it would be quite troublesome.
...Meow.
...*beep*...
Pearl:
Mystic Maya! Mystic Mayaaaaa!
Edgeworth:
I... I don't know what to say...
Phoenix:
...Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hm?
Phoenix:
Did you hear that? At the end of that transmission...
...Meow.
Edgeworth:
Huh? Oh, that... It sounded like a cat.
Pearl:
...A cat?
Phoenix:
(It can't be... that cat... Can it...?)
Pearl:
What is it...?
Phoenix:
I think... I know where Shelly de Killer is holding Maya hostage! Edgeworth! Have all police units head for Engarde Mansion immediately!
Edgeworth:
...! Alright. You hurry over as well, then!
Phoenix:
Don't lose hope yet, Pearls! The fight has only just begun!
Pearl:
Y-Yeah!
Detention Center
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Engarde leads to:)
Phoenix:
(Now then, whose story do I want to hear?)
Matt Engarde
Jailer:
I'm really sorry, but... Matt Engarde is refusing to meet with you.
Phoenix:
...I see.
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess I don't really have anything left to talk to him about anyway...)
Pearl:
Shall we listen to what Ms. Andrews has to say...?
Hotel Lobby
Move
Living Room
Leads to:
March 22
Engarde Mansion
Living Room
March 22Engarde MansionLiving Room
Phoenix:
Maya!
Pearl:
Please answer us! Mystic Mayaaaa!
Edgeworth:
We have this area completely surrounded. There is no way for him to escape. Assuming he's still in the area...
Phoenix:
I can't believe it... That butler... All this time, he was De Killer...
Edgeworth:
He and Engarde were working together all this time. I'm sure they had worked out a contingency plan ahead of time.
Examine
Fireplace
Phoenix:
This is the first time I've seen such a large fireplace.
Edgeworth:
I don't particularly care for large fireplaces. They remind me of my youth.
Phoenix:
(I wonder, if memory serves, if it's because of that rich aunt he had?) Don't tell me you're still stuck on that incident...?
Edgeworth:
Don't take this personally, but I really do not wish to remember anything from that time in my life.
Motorcycle
Edgeworth:
It seems that Engarde was quite famous, even as a motorcycle racer.
Phoenix:
Generally when a star like him tries to do something like that, they fail, but...
Edgeworth:
It seems Engarde is no ordinary man.
Lounge set
Edgeworth:
That Engarde... This is probably where he conducted business with De Killer.
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Edgeworth:
Shelly de Killer values his client relations more than anything else. So I'm sure he must meet with his clients in person to talk about any transactions.
Masks
Edgeworth:
It's Engarde's personal collection. I'd say it's a hobby of his to collect prop masks of shows related to his own.
Phoenix:
You seem to know all sorts of details about Matt Engarde... Almost too many details...
Edgeworth:
He's the defendant in this case. Of course I would know about him.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah... I guess that makes sense...
Door on behind
Phoenix:
It looks like there's another room in the back.
Edgeworth:
Leave that to us. I'm sure the investigation team is already doing its job in there.
Door
Pearl:
There's a small door at the bottom of this bigger door, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
I bet it's for the cat to use.
Pearl:
Oh, you mean Shoe.
Bear figurine
Leads to:
"Oh, it's a figurine of a bear!"
(Examining bear figurine leads to:)
Pearl:
Oh, it's a figurine of a bear! But there are a lot of cuts in it for some reason...
Figurine added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
A bear...? Isn't that more of a thing for Mr. Corrida? Why would something like this be here...?
Edgeworth:
Wright, look down. There's a little pet door installed here.
Pearl:
Ah, I'm sure that's for Shoe...
Phoenix:
Do you think that this... came through that little door...?
Edgeworth:
Umph! This door... It's locked!
Phoenix:
Well, I'm pretty used to breaking doors down by now. Let's go, Edgeworth!
*SLAM* *SLAM* *CRASH!*
Phoenix:
Argh! There's no one here!
Edgeworth:
From the looks of this room, I would say this is Engarde's private lounge. ...Look at this, Wright!
Phoenix:
An antennae for sending and receiving radio signals and a VCR... Check inside the deck! If there's a tape, it would be an important piece of evidence! (If we're lucky, it'll have the moment the crime was committed recorded on it!)
Edgeworth:
... I'm sorry, but... The tape deck is empty. There's no tape to be found.
Pearl:
No...
Edgeworth:
But there's no mistake that someone used this to record something. It looks like someone took the tape we're looking for, and escaped with it...
Examine
TV
Phoenix:
A huge television and speakers loom largely here. I'm sure if Maya saw this, she'd say,
Maya:
"I would die a happy Samurai fan if I could see the Nickel Samurai on a TV like this!"
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's what she'd say... ... Ack! I can't believe I just made a joke about Maya, all things considered...
Antenna
Phoenix:
It's a VCR and an antennae. The footage that the spy camera took at the scene of the crime... was beamed here and recorded on tape.
Pearl:
If only we had that tape, it would have been really helpful...
Computer
Phoenix:
It's Engarde's computer. Maya... Why couldn't you have used this to get help?
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick! Where's... Where's the power switch!?
Phoenix:
... (Oh, I get it... So that's what happened. She couldn't find the power switch...)
Table
Phoenix:
It's a very small table. I bet we could barely squeeze 3 Pearls on there.
Pearl:
But I wouldn't sit on a table to begin with, Mr. Nick...
Sofa
Phoenix:
What a spacious sofa. I bet 10 Pearls would fit on here.
Pearl:
Um, I don't think 10 of me would fit, Mr. Nick...
Video tapes
Phoenix:
I can't read all the labels, but this is a very large collection of video tapes. Looks like Engarde taped all of his own shows...
Door
Pearl:
There's a little door for Shoe in this big door.
Phoenix:
I'm sure Maya used this door to shove this out there... I'm sure it was her! (Every time you give me some piece of evidence, it's always the most crucial piece. This time too, I'm sure...)
Move
Wine Cellar
Leads to:
"..."
Phoenix:
... (We've searched all over, but it looks like he got away...)
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry. It looks like he slipped out of our grasp this time.
Phoenix:
And now... we've lost our only lead.
Edgeworth:
Don't give up yet. That little girl is looking to you to be her pillar.
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
...Yeah, you're right.
Edgeworth:
We're close, I can tell. We've already set up checkpoints along every route leading out of this district. Leave the rest to us.
Phoenix:
(Maya...)
Examine
Bottles
Pearl:
Wow... I've never seen so many bottles all in one place before.
Phoenix:
Well, I guess when you're a star, you have so much money you can buy anything you want.
Boxes
Phoenix:
The light doesn't filter in all the way, so it's hard to see. It looks like there are crates and cardboard boxes tied up with wire here.
Door
Pearl:
It's a pretty heavy door, isn't it? I can't open it by myself. Please don't shut me in here by accident, OK Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(If I were locked in a place like this... I'd be plenty scared too. Trust me.)
Photo frame
Leads to:
"This looks like a picture of Ms. Inpax..."
Phoenix:
This looks like a picture of Ms. Inpax... ("With love... Celeste")
Pearl:
Ms. Inpax? You mean...?
Phoenix:
Yes, Mr. Corrida's former manager.
Pearl:
Why would a picture of Ms. Inpax be here in Mr. Engarde's mansion?
Phoenix:
(And why does it say, "With love"...? Hmm, this might be a clue...)
Celeste's Photo added to the Court Record.
Pearl:
Ah!
Phoenix:
What's wrong, Pearls?
Pearl:
P-Please let me see that picture frame!
Phoenix:
(Huh? What's so special about the frame?)
Pearl:
On the back... There's something written on the back of the frame! ..."Maya" It's Mystic Maya! She left us a message!
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Maya:
I thought you'd come. I knew you would. Now listen up! You'd better get Engarde a guilty sentence, OK!? If you get that creepy slimebag a not guilty, I'll never forgive you, ever! I'm fine, so you don't need to worry. ...There's so much I want to write, but I don't think I have a lot of time left. Pearly, you're there too, right? Make sure you help Nick, OK? Someone's gotta watch out for the helpless lunk. ... Um... That's it for now, Nick. I guess I'll talk to you guys later.
Pearl:
...That's... I... Nooooooooo! Mystic Mayaaaaaaa... *sob*
Edgeworth:
Wright!
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
What's wrong? Why the blank stare?
Phoenix:
Oh, um, nothing.
Edgeworth:
We've searched the house, and this is the last room. It looks like he eluded us.
Phoenix:
...Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Phoenix:
As far as clues go, I think this is about all I'm going to get.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
But I'm still short one last thing...
Edgeworth:
And what is that?
Phoenix:
(Ms. Andrews' Psyche-Lock... If I could just find out what secret she's holding... Then I think I stand a chance in court tomorrow... To blow this case wide open and expose the truth.)
Edgeworth:
I think I know what you're thinking. I'll contact the detention center.
Phoenix:
Um... Thanks, Edgeworth. Well, let's go Pearls. It's time to open that last lock.
March 22Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Andrews:
Good evening, Mr. Wright. ... What's wrong? You look ill...
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews. I have come to remove your Psyche-Lock.
Andrews:
Psyche-Lock...?
Phoenix:
I want to know, and you will tell me... ...your secret.
Andrews:
Fine, go ahead. Try to break me, if you can.
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
-- Why Frame Him? --
Phoenix:
Can you please tell me why you framed Mr. Engarde for the murder?
Andrews:
I've already told you countless times. It's because I thought Matt was the killer.
Phoenix:
(No, that's not it! I know you have a personal reason to dislike Mr. Engarde.) Ms. Andrews. You may think I didn't hear it, but I know you said something earlier. You said, "Revenge."
Andrews:
So you are saying I was taking my revenge out on Matt, and that's why? Wh-What an absurd idea. I... I don't have anything I want to take revenge for.
Phoenix:
(Ms. Andrews... A woman who lives by being dependant on another person...) (There is something or someone in her past that would make her take revenge...)
Present Suicide Report or Celeste Inpax profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"C-Celeste..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Andrews:
Are you trying to help or hurt Matt with what you're doing...?
Phoenix:
What? What am I doing?
Andrews:
This random, haphazard throwing out of evidence you're so fond of doing.
Phoenix:
Th-That's not what I was trying to do at all!
Andrews:
Then refrain from doing it anymore.
Phoenix:
(I guess I screwed up big again...)
Leads back to:
"So you are saying I was taking my revenge out on Matt, and that's why?"
Andrews:
C-Celeste...
Phoenix:
There is only one catalyst that could cause such strong feelings, and even revenge. And that is Ms. Inpax's suicide.
Andrews:
Wh-What are you trying to say? Celeste was Juan's manager.
Phoenix:
...
Andrews:
On top of that, the one who hid her suicide note was also Juan. What does all this have to do with Matt?
Phoenix:
You're right. You haven't mentioned him... Yet. But for you to hate Mr. Engarde... It would mean that he must have had some relation to Ms. Inpax and her suicide.
Andrews:
Can you explain to me this "relation" between Celeste and Matt!?
Present Celeste's Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This... This is a photo of Ms. Inpax, correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Andrews:
That's it?
Phoenix:
Yes...
Andrews:
And what sort of relation is this supposed to explain?
Phoenix:
W-Well, Ms. Inpax and Mr. Engarde's...
Andrews:
Before you start, Mr. Wright, perhaps I should first request to see proof that your brain is wired correctly.
Phoenix:
(Argh. I can't afford to mess up something as big as this! I need evidence that clearly shows a connection between Ms. Inpax and Mr. Engarde. If I can find that, I can finally get the real story!)
Andrews:
I wonder if you'd like to try again, Mr. Wright?
Leads back to:
"Can you explain to me this "relation" between Celeste and Matt!?"
Phoenix:
This... This is a photo of Ms. Inpax, correct? She looks younger than when she passed away though.
Andrews:
...W...
Phoenix:
"With love... Celeste". This is Ms. Inpax's handwriting, isn't it?
Andrews:
... Where did you find this...? No, that's alright. It was a rhetorical question...
Phoenix:
Yeah, it is. I found this at Mr. Engarde's mansion.
Andrews:
... ...And after all this time... My last remaining secret has been revealed...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
Why frame him?
Andrews:
Celeste... She was supposed to get married to Juan.
Phoenix:
Yes... But I heard that it didn't work out.
Pearl:
Because Mr. Corrida didn't want to get married to her anymore, right...?
Andrews:
Yes... Because of Matt.
Pearl:
B-Because of Mr. Engarde? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
(I think I can see where this is going.)
Andrews:
Celeste... She was Matt's manager a long time ago. She was the happiest woman in the world at that time. I was working part-time back then, and I often saw the two of them together.
Phoenix:
So that's why... "With love... Celeste" is written on the frame of that picture.
Pearl:
They were a couple, weren't they?
Andrews:
It wasn't anything as splendid as that. Celeste was being used; toyed with until she was... thrown away.
Pearl:
That's so horrible...
Andrews:
Matt's entire image is built around how nice and wonderful of a man he is. A scandal would have destroyed that. Which is why Celeste, in her kindness, moved over to Worldwide Studios. And that is where she met Juan. She seemed really happy with him; even happier than when she was with Matt. Celeste and Juan were such a good match that they were even planning to get married. And then it was suddenly called off. On the night Juan called their marriage off, Celeste... She killed herself. And that's why I framed Matt. It was revenge for Celeste and for myself.
Revenge (appears after Why frame him?)
Leads to:
"I'm sure even you can guess why Juan called the wedding off, right?"
Andrews:
I'm sure even you can guess why Juan called the wedding off, right? Matt "confessed" to Juan... about his relationship with Celeste.
Phoenix:
I see... So that's what happened.
Pearl:
But... Then why did Mr. Corrida have to call off the wedding!? I don't understand at all...
Andrews:
It was probably because of his worthless male pride. Juan and Matt were always fierce rivals. Matt waited for the wedding announcement and then unleashed the truth on Juan. He was aiming for when it would hurt Juan the most.
Pearl:
Poor Ms. Inpax!
Andrews:
...That wasn't the end of it. That day, I'm almost certain that Celeste left a suicide note behind. And in that note, she left a detailed account of Matt's various misdeeds, and... So that she would never again be hurt by Matt, she chose... to die. Then, when Juan discovered her body, he hid her note.
Pearl:
B-But why would he do that!?
Andrews:
It's simple. Juan realized that note was a powerful weapon against Matt. And it would be especially damaging to his "refreshing like a spring breeze" image. In any case... With his pride hurt, Juan sought revenge.
Phoenix:
Revenge... There's that word again.
Andrews:
Juan wanted to publicly disclose the contents of that suicide note. At a time that would cause Matt the most damage, of course.
Phoenix:
And that was at the press conference after the stage show...
Andrews:
I know all about it, because I heard it all from Juan. It was so I could find out about all this that I drew close to Juan to begin with. They're quite a pair of hideous monsters, aren't they? Even Celeste's death was something for them to use in their game. That night, when I found Juan's body, it was only natural that I thought the murderer was Matt. Those two were always spying on one another, after all. As for me, I was frantically searching for Celeste's suicide note. I wanted to destroy it before it ever went public. I was going to burn it. I had even brought a lighter. But... I couldn't find the suicide note... And that's when revenge crossed my mind. Yes, I was going to bring to them my own kind of cruel revenge. Celeste was killed by those two monsters. So when I stabbed Juan's body with that knife... I didn't feel a single shred of guilt.
Pearl:
...!
Andrews:
... And that's all I have to say.
Phoenix:
...
Andrews:
Well, Mr. Wright? Even knowing all this, are you still going to help that... "man"?
Phoenix:
... I... I'm a lawyer...
Andrews:
I see. What a foul profession.
Phoenix:
... Thank you very much for your time and for talking with me.
Andrews:
It was no big deal. I couldn't sleep anyway.
Phoenix:
(I can't sleep either... Not with Maya's situation... or with what I know now...)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Farewell, My Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
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Part 4
Phoenix: 
...*huff*...*huff*... Grr!! How did I get into this mess...?
That's far enough!You can't run forever, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
Wha...!? What have I done wrong!?
I cannot allow you to go on like this!
Phoenix:
...? B-But I'm just a simple defense attorney!
Silence!You are no longer worthy of your title.
...I've had this dream before; someplace, sometime ago... ...As if this day was written into my destiny... ...Today I'll stand in court as a lawyer... ...To prove a killer innocent.
March 23, 9:43 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Phone:
... ...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Hello, this is Phoenix Wright.
Engarde:
You don't look so well, dude. You're gonna prove me not guilty today, right?
Phoenix:
...
Phone:
...*beep*...
Engarde:
Hahaha... If you please, Mister Lawyer. Remember, it's not just me. Your precious friend's life is riding on today's verdict too.
Phoenix:
Grr...!
Maya:
Now listen up! You'd better get Engarde a guilty sentence, OK!? If you get that creepy slimebag a not guilty, I'll never forgive you, ever!
Phoenix:
(...Maya...)
???:
Phoenix... Phoenix!
Phoenix:
M-Mia! Maya! How's Maya!?
Mia:
...I don't know.
Phoenix:
You don't know...?
Mia:
She hasn't tried to channel me since yesterday.
Phoenix:
Mia... What... What am I supposed to do...?
Mia:
... Well, like I said. For a lawyer, the worst of times are when you have to force your biggest smiles.
Phoenix:
B-But!
Mia:
You can't give up! There's still some hope left.
Phoenix:
Stop it, please! There's nothing left... Not here, not anywhere...
Phone:
...
Phoenix:
(Argh! It's that accursed Engarde again...)
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
WILL YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!? Look, don't call me anymore! I mean it!
Gumshoe:
......You're really mean, pal.
Phoenix:
Aaah! Gumshoe! I'm really, really sorry! Where are you?
Gumshoe:
They let me join the investigation team and we're chasing after De Killer, pal!
Phoenix:
...! Then, you have some sort of lead...!?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, but right now we've got zero leads on the guy... But we're not going to give up!
Phoenix:
Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Until the trial is over... until the verdict is handed down, we're going to do everything we can and find De Killer! If we can get Maya out, then you can get Engarde the guilty verdict he deserves, pal!
Phoenix:
(That's true, I could do that if they found Maya first...)
Gumshoe:
You got that!? So you have to do whatever you can to make the trial last longer!
Phoenix:
I have to make the trial last longer?
Gumshoe:
If you go at Mr. Edgeworth with everything you've got, then you two can draw it out!
Phoenix:
(Oh, now I get it...)
Gumshoe:
I believe in you, pal! You and Mr. Edgeworth can do it! So! Believe in us! We're going to give it all we've got, just like you!
Phoenix:
Got it! Thanks Gumshoe!
Phone:
...*beep*...
Mia:
...Hey, Phoenix. You understand now, don't you? You have something money will never be able to buy. Friendship. It's the strongest weapon in the world and you have it in abundance.
Phoenix:
...Yeah! (Looks like we're coming to the end... I have to make the trial last as long as I can! Gumshoe will come through, I know it!)
March 23, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Matt Engarde.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has been ready for a while, Your Honor.
Judge:
Now, as I recall, we concluded yesterday's session with a big mystery on our hands. The mystery being what exactly was Ms. Adrian Andrews' role in this murder? That is to say, is she really connected to the crime itself? Mr. Edgeworth, if you would please inform the court of today's proceedings.
Edgeworth:
Adrian Andrews. She forged evidence that threw suspicion onto Mr. Engarde, and then proceeded to escape the crime scene by wearing a Nickel Samurai costume. The guilt of these actions are those from which she cannot escape.
Judge:
Hmm, then you're saying that she is guilty after all...?
Edgeworth:
I'm not finished, Your Honor. Ms. Andrews has nothing to do with committing the actual murder.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
I would like to direct the court's attention to this card.
Judge:
What is that...? It looks like a shell...
Edgeworth:
This is the calling card of a certain assassin.
Judge:
A-Assassin, you say!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, Juan Corrida was killed by a professional assassin! And the person who hired the assassin, his client so to speak, is Matt Engarde!
Judge:
Wh-What a surprising turn of events!
Edgeworth:
I would think it's become commonplace by now, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(I know what's going on this time... So I know that everything Edgeworth has said is true...)
Mia:
But we still have to hold out as long as we can. At least, until Maya's safe and sound.
Phoenix:
I wonder how the trial will turn out today...?
Judge:
Now then, please call your first witness, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution calls the defendant's "mentor", Mr. Will Powers to the stand.
Edgeworth:
Now then, witness. Your name and occupation, please.
Powers:
O-OK. I'm... Uh... Will Powers. I'm a poor, underpaid action star...
Edgeworth:
And what is your relation to the defendant?
Powers:
Well, that's... I guess I'm sort of a lousy mentor to him in a way. Yeah.
Judge:
Um, Mr. Powers. Please... You don't need to put yourself down so much.
Powers:
Oh, uh, sorry. Well, but I'm just kind of a nothing sort of guy.
Edgeworth:
On the night of the murder, you visited the defendant's room. Is this correct?
Powers:
Y-Yes.
Phoenix:
...! (I... I didn't know that...)
Powers:
Um, but you know... I didn't actually get to see Matt when I went...
Edgeworth:
All you need to do is answer what you're asked. Now then, I would like you to please testify about when you went to Mr. Engarde's room.
Powers:
O-OK... Sure...
Witness Testimony
-- Visit to Matt's Room --
Powers:
After the award ceremony, I went by myself to Matt's room.
Matt was standing there in front of his room, still in his Nickel Samurai costume.
He was talking with someone. At first, I thought it was the bellboy.
I watched the two of them for a while, but then I gave up and went back.
I had guests with me that night, and I couldn't make them wait for me.
Judge:
Hmm... Nothing sounds out of place in Mr. Powers' testimony.
Phoenix:
(And talking with the bellboy is no big deal...)
Edgeworth:
If one assumes that the person Mr. Engarde was speaking with was an ordinary bellboy...
Judge:
Wh-What are you implying?
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Wright. Let's have your cross-examination, shall we?
Mia:
Looks like we're in another sticky situation.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
A trap. Can't you smell it, Phoenix? But for us to find out more, we're just going to have to charge in head first, right?
Cross Examination
-- Visit to Matt's Room --
Powers:
After the award ceremony, I went by myself to Matt's room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The defendant's room? Why did you go there?
Powers:
Well, I'm his mentor, like a big brother sort of, and I wanted to say congrats... ... ...
Judge:
Wh-What's wrong? Why did you stop?
Powers:
M-M-Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-What is it?
Powers:
You... You're going to try to trick me into a corner, aren't you?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Powers:
I... I know I'm just a poor, underpaid action star, but... But... I... I'm not the killer!
Phoenix:
Um, no one said you were, Mr. Powers.
Powers:
No, please! Don't trick me! Every time you do your lawyer thing, the witness suddenly turns into the bad guy...
Phoenix:
("Every time"...?)
Edgeworth:
...Witness. I will personally talk to the defense at a later time. So for now, please kindly cooperate and continue with your testimony.
Powers:
S-Sorry...
Judge:
So, you went to the defendant's room. And then?
Phoenix:
(Hey, wait a minute! When and how did I suddenly turn into the bad guy here??)
Powers:
Matt was standing there in front of his room, still in his Nickel Samurai costume.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure that was Matt Engarde?
Powers:
Yeah, I'm sure. He wasn't wearing the Nickel Samurai mask then.
Phoenix:
(If that's the case, then he really can't be mistaken...)
Edgeworth:
And? What was the defendant doing, standing in front of his own room?
Powers:
He was talking with someone. At first, I thought it was the bellboy.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"At first"? What do you mean by that?
Powers:
Well, he was in a bellboy-ish uniform and he had a bottle of juice on a tray.
Phoenix:
...Sounds like an ordinary bellboy to me.
Powers:
Um, yeah, but... I didn't think he was a normal bellboy.
Phoenix:
And why was that?
Powers:
Um... Why did I think that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
H-How am I supposed to know!?
Powers:
Sorry, but I can't remember right now. ...Sorry.
Phoenix:
(I guess I'm going to have to wait patiently on this one...)
Press (after pressing fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"At first"? What do you mean by that?
Powers:
I didn't think he was a normal bellboy.
Phoenix:
And why was that?
Powers:
Um... Why did I think that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
H-How am I supposed to know!? (...Hey, wait a second...) Actually, Mr. Powers, only a few minutes ago, you stated:
Powers:
Um... You know, I did feel something weird. I think it was because Matt... Well, he gave the bellboy a tip.
Phoenix:
Could it be that you felt something "strange" about the tip-giving incident itself...?
Powers:
... AH! Yeah! That's it! You really know your job!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
This bellboy... He wasn't an ordinary one, was he...?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps we should let the witness tell us.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Powers. Please amend your testimony.
Powers:
You mean about the bellboy, right?
Change statement:
"He was talking with someone. At first, I thought it was the bellboy." to "Matt gave the bellboy a tip."
Powers:
Matt gave the bellboy a tip.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So he gave the bellboy a tip. What's so strange about that?
Powers:
Ah, well, you see, Matt's not a poor penny-pincher like me. I was trying to figure out how much it was because the tip really shocked me.
Phoenix:
"How much it was"...?
Powers:
But that's when something even more surprising happened! The bellboy was putting the tip he got in his pocket. And that's when I got my first good look at the guy's face... I was really shocked!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I don't follow at all.
Phoenix:
(It sounds like Mr. Powers was surprised twice by this event. I wonder which of his shocking moments I should ask about...?)
The bellboy's face
Phoenix:
What was so shocking about the bellboy's face, Mr. Powers?
Powers:
Well, he wasn't exactly a "boy"... more like an old "gramps"...
Judge:
Ahem! I hope you know that discrimination towards old men is a no-no in my court!
Powers:
No, no, that's not what I meant at all! In the smack middle of the guy's face, there was a line of stitches!
Judge:
A line of stitches...?
Powers:
Yeah! And it went straight from the tippy top of his head to the bottom of his chin! Almost like if that thread snapped, all the stuff in his head would come spilling out.
Phoenix:
... Ah! (He was there... At Engarde's house... He was that BUTLER!)
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
A-Ah, nothing, Your Honor! (So that means Engarde was talking with De Killer then. If that fact were to be exposed, Engarde would be declared guilty in a blink!)
Mia:
Phoenix, you have to play dumb here! Pretend you don't know anything!
Phoenix:
Yes, Chief!
Judge:
You sure you don't have something you would like to say, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? Umm... What did you just say, Your Honor?
Judge:
... Nothing, Mr. Wright. Nothing. We're just going around and around in circles. Now then, Mr. Powers. Please continue with your testimony.
Edgeworth:
...
Engarde's tip
Leads to:
"The defendant is a huge star. He can afford to give generous tips, wouldn't you agree?"
Powers:
I watched the two of them for a while, but then I gave up and went back.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You saw the two of them, the bellboy and the defendant, together, correct?
Powers:
Yeah. The bellboy just wanted to say congrats.
Phoenix:
Now, while you were watching the two of them, did you notice anything strange?
Powers:
Um... You know, I did feel something weird. I think it was because Matt... Well, he gave the bellboy a tip.
Phoenix:
A tip? (But that's a perfectly normal thing to do...)
Judge:
So, how long did you watch the two of them?
Powers:
Ah, not more than a minute or two, I think.
Powers:
I had guests with me that night, and I couldn't make them wait for me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So who are these "guests" you're talking about?
Powers:
You guys, of course. You and Maya and little Pearl. I thought it would be really rude since I invited you guys, if I disappeared on you... So I went back to my seat pretty soon after seeing Matt in the hallway.
Phoenix:
(This is like squeezing water from a stone... It's probably pointless to press further...)
Mia:
Do you remember this incident? Did Mr. Powers leave his seat that night?
Phoenix:
I don't remember that happening at all. Maya was making such a racket in her hyper state... I ended up focusing on her.
Mia:
...I see. In any case, from his story, he probably wasn't gone for very long.
Phoenix:
The defendant is a huge star. He can afford to give generous tips, wouldn't you agree?
Powers:
Um, sure. But giving him that much was maybe a little too much, I think...
Phoenix:
("A little too much"...?)
Edgeworth:
Would you please clarify for the court, about how much would you say the defendant gave to the bellboy?
Powers:
Honestly, I don't know. I can't even begin to guess.
Judge:
And why is that?
Powers:
Because he gave the bellboy a really, really fat roll of cash.
Phoenix:
A ROLL OF CASH!?
Judge:
Ah, well... How interesting... That certainly was a very generous tip, wasn't it?
Edgeworth:
A very fat roll of cash... That can hardly be called a "tip", Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(The judge is beginning to look awfully suspicious of us...)
Raise an objection
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The defendant is a superstar! That kind of tip is typical fare for people like him!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Are you saying that all superstars are super-spenders!? If I could receive large rolls of cash by simply bringing people things on trays... Then why on Earth would I stand around here prosecuting!?
Phoenix:
(He's got a point... I don't even get paid, let alone rolls of cash for all my hard work.)
Leads to:
"Hmm, so supposing that roll of cash was not a tip..."
Wait and see
Phoenix:
(There's nothing I can really object to here. I mean, who can argue that a fat roll of money isn't really odd...?)
Leads to:
"Hmm, so supposing that roll of cash was not a tip..."
Judge:
Hmm, so supposing that roll of cash was not a tip... Then what was it?
Edgeworth:
Payment, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Payment...?
Edgeworth:
Isn't it obvious? For the murder of Mr. Juan Corrida.
Judge:
Then... Then the bellboy the witness saw...
Edgeworth:
Yes, he was the assassin.
Judge:
H-Hold your horses now! Mr. Edgeworth, you don't have any proof of this... do you?
Edgeworth:
Have I ever been unprepared to support my claims, Your Honor? I have here, the card Shelly de Killer left at the scene of the crime.
Judge:
Shelly... de Killer...
Edgeworth:
He is the person the police's special investigations team has been chasing for ages. I am certain that the person the witness saw was this very assassin, Shelly de Killer!
Powers:
R-Really!?
Judge:
...? What's wrong, Mr. Powers?
Powers:
No, nothing. Something just clicked in my head and I think I just figured something out!
Judge:
Oh?
Powers:
Actually, I saw that bellboy again later on that night!
Phoenix:
WHAAAT!?
Judge:
Mr. Powers! Please testify! Tell us what you saw!
Powers:
Yes, sir! Right away!
Witness Testimony
-- The Second Time --
Powers:
This time, I was in that hallway because I had to go to the bathroom!
And that's when that bellboy I saw earlier came out of the room!
Of course, when I say "room", I mean Juan Corrida's room!
Now that I think about it, that bellboy did seem kinda out of place!
Yeah! So he had to be the assassin! I'm sure of it!
I mean...
Edgeworth:
Thank you very much. That is all we need for now.
Powers:
Huh? But I'm not done. There's still more...
Edgeworth:
Let us first establish that the bellboy was truly Mr. de Killer. Then we shall see.
Judge:
Hmm... So the bellboy came out of the victim's room... And if that bellboy really was the assassin... Then, I think the answer is fairly obvious.
Edgeworth:
That would be correct, Your Honor. Well, Mr. Wright. I believe it's your turn... to entertain and make us laugh.
Phoenix:
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Mia:
This is no laughing matter!
Cross Examination
-- The Second Time --
Powers:
This time, I was in that hallway because I had to go to the bathroom!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And what time was it?
Powers:
Ah, well, I don't remember. The award ceremony ended around 8 PM, right? ...And I went to Matt's room pretty soon after that... And then I came back... And then I went to the bathroom... ... So I guess maybe it was around 8:10 PM by that time?
Judge:
You're not one for details, are you Mr. Powers?
Powers:
S-Sorry... I thought I could maybe catch Matt and say my congrats...
Powers:
And that's when that bellboy I saw earlier came out of the room!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure it was the same bellboy?
Powers:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
And how could you tell? All the bellboys wear the same uniform, after all!
Powers:
But, you see... Well, he had those stitches in his face.
Phoenix:
Urk.
Powers:
So I'm sure it's the same guy that was talking with Matt.
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
So which room did the bellboy come out of?
Powers:
Of course, when I say "room", I mean Juan Corrida's room!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The victim's room, huh...?
Powers:
Yeah. The one with all the really pretty flowers and teddy bears. It was Juan's room alright!
Phoenix:
(Words cannot describe how screwed I am...)
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Let's continue with the testimony, shall we?
Powers:
Now that I think about it, that bellboy did seem kinda out of place!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Um... so what exactly was so "out of place" about him?
Edgeworth:
Wright, Wright, Wright. Why the insipid grin?
Phoenix:
(Maybe because I have no idea what damaging thing he's going to say next...?)
Powers:
Um, well, the bellboy was empty-handed.
Phoenix:
Empty-handed?
Powers:
That bellboy was one of those room-service people, right? But he wasn't pushing a cart and he wasn't holding a tray either! You'd call that "a little strange" too, wouldn't you?
Judge:
Hmm... I agree that it is a bit strange, Mr. Powers.
Phoenix:
(But is it really that unusual for a bellboy to be empty-handed? What I should I do? Should I let Mr. Powers' testimony slide or...?)
Let it slide.
Phoenix:
You're right. I think it's pretty unusual too.
Powers:
Ah, I thought you might think so!
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Hmph. There's no need to say anything when the defense gives up without a fight. Let's move on.
Judge:
Anyway, Mr. Powers. You thought the bellboy was a little suspicious, correct?
Try to pull a fast one.
Leads to:
"There is nothing strange or unusual about an empty-handed bellboy!"
Phoenix:
There is nothing strange or unusual about an empty-handed bellboy!
Powers:
But there really, really is!
Phoenix:
There really, really isn't!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If you two are done being schoolchildren... Bellboys are for room service. There is no reason for them to be empty-handed, ever. Your Honor! I ask that the witness' previous statement be supplanted with this new one.
Phoenix:
(Grr... Edgeworth... Are you going to do whatever you can to make the bellboy look suspicious?)
Judge:
I see. Very well, this court recognizes and grants the prosecution's request. Mr. Powers, if you could amend your testimony, please.
Powers:
Y-Yes, sir.
Change statement:
"Now that I think about it, that bellboy did seem kinda out of place!" to "I thought it was kinda strange for a bellboy to come out of a guest's room empty-handed!"
Powers:
I thought it was kinda strange for a bellboy to come out of a guest's room empty-handed!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you're saying that it's suspicious for him to be empty-handed?
Powers:
Yeah, really suspicious. I mean, when I first saw that bellboy, he was holding a tray in his hand! And there was a bottle of juice and a wine glass on it!
Phoenix:
Juice...? What kind of juice was it?
Powers:
Um, I'm pretty sure it was tomato juice...
Mia:
If we could come up with some sort of reason as to why he would come out empty-handed, some sort of proof, then I think we can dodge the bullet on this one for now.
Phoenix:
Proof, huh? (Sounds like another job for the Court Record!)
Present Wine Glass or Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Powers."
Powers:
Yeah! So he had to be the assassin! I'm sure of it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Please don't be so quick to judge!
Powers:
Ah, but it's kind of a Powers family thing. "Think of every person as a thief".
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess a thief and an assassin are both sneaky and silent...)
Mia:
That's not the point, Phoenix.
Mia:
In any case, if that bellboy was the assassin, it would be very bad for us.
Phoenix:
But... he really is the assassin, you know?
Mia:
Yes... But. You can't give in yet. If you want to prolong this trial for as long as possible, you're going to have to pull some cheap tricks on this one.
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers.
Powers:
Y-Y-Yes?
Phoenix:
You're easily influenced by other people's words, aren't you? As soon as you heard that the bellboy might have been the killer, you got caught up in believing it must be true.
Powers:
But... But... Isn't he really suspicious!?
Powers:
He's got all those stitches, and... and...
Phoenix:
So? A baseball has stitches! Are you saying all baseballs are suspicious because they have stitches!?
Powers:
*gulp!* Well, there's also... I mean, what about him being empty-handed!?
Phoenix:
I would like to ask the court to please take a look here.
Judge:
This is... the crime scene...
Phoenix:
There is a wine glass sitting next to Mr. Corrida's body. The liquid inside this glass is tomato juice. And now, if you would look at what is on top of the table in the lower right corner here... Anyone can clearly see that it is a tray with a bottle of tomato juice on it! The bellboy had just brought this to Mr. Corrida's room. He left the tray in the room, which is why he was empty-handed when he left!
Powers:
Aah!
Judge:
B-But! That would mean that the bellboy had seen and left a dead body in the room!
Phoenix:
Ah, but can you prove that Mr. Corrida was already dead at that time?
Judge:
Uh... M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...Yes?
Judge:
I-I blame you for leading me down this route!
Edgeworth:
Heh heh heh. I'm terribly sorry...
Phoenix:
(What is with him? Why is he laughing??)
Edgeworth:
Witness. Isn't there one more thing you would like to share with us?
Powers:
I-Is there?
Edgeworth:
The bellboy was empty-handed... Or should I say empty-"hand"ed? I recall you had something interesting to say about his hands...
Powers:
Oh yeah! I almost forgot!
Phoenix:
Huh? Wh-What...?
Powers:
That bellboy -- he was wearing gloves!
Phoenix:
Gloves?
Powers:
Yeah, pitch black, leather ones. All the other bellboys don't wear gloves like that, right?
Judge:
Black leather gloves... Why didn't you mention them earlier!?
Powers:
S-Sorry... It slipped my mind.
Phoenix:
(Argh! Boy does this make the bellboy look really suspicious... Alright, got to focus. I can't get lax here!) So what if he had gloves? A lot of bellboys wear gloves!
Powers:
Come on, Mr. Wright! That bellboy was wearing black leather ones!
Phoenix:
So? A football is made of leather! Are you saying all footballs are suspicious because they are made of leather!?
Powers:
*gulp!*
Judge:
But that man... He received a large roll of cash from the defendant. And then he was seen leaving the crime scene wearing black leather gloves. I don't think that even someone like myself can believe he was just another bellboy...
Phoenix:
Urgh...
Edgeworth:
It seems that we have finally come to an understanding... Now then, witness. Please continue with the rest of your testimony.
Phoenix:
The rest...?
Judge:
Oh yes, please tell us more.
Powers:
OK!
Witness Testimony
-- Their Second Meeting --
Powers:
After leaving Juan's room, the bellboy went and knocked on Matt's door, just like that.
He gave something to the person inside the room.
Then the old guy just left, without even going into the room.
After that, I went to the bathroom and then back to my seat.
Judge:
So the bellboy, after leaving the crime scene, next went to the defendant's room...?
Powers:
Yeah. I kinda saw all that by accident...
Phoenix:
(Some accident! I'd say you saw too much! And all of it was suspicious to high heaven...)
Judge:
Hmm... I think it's safe to say that we can no longer consider this bellboy to be "normal". Now then, let's get started, shall we? Mr. Wright, your cross-examination, please.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor...
Cross Examination
-- Their Second Meeting --
Powers:
After leaving Juan's room, the bellboy went and knocked on Matt's door, just like that.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Is that what you saw while you were busy spying?
Powers:
E-Excuse me!? I may be a poor, underpaid action star, but even I wouldn't stoop to spying!
Judge:
Well, I think the point is where did you watch all this from, Mr. Powers?
Powers:
Oh, um, from the door of the bathroom with my left eye, in a sort of sneaky, spy-like...
Phoenix:
(I knew he was spying!)
Edgeworth:
Please, does it really matter if he was doing it over or underhandedly? What did the bellboy do next? That's all I care to know.
Powers:
He gave something to the person inside the room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I said, "Hold it!"
Powers:
Umm... OK.
Phoenix:
That's better! *ahem* What kind of statement is that!? Please elaborate and give us a few more details!
Powers:
Oh, umm... OK...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I should probably ask him only one question at a time...)
Ask about the person inside
Phoenix:
So who took this "something" the bellboy handed off?
Powers:
Um, actually, I don't know.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Powers:
I'm sorry, but I only saw the person's arm.
Judge:
Only an arm...?
Phoenix:
Then you're saying you didn't see the person's face?
Powers:
Yeah.
Judge:
Well, it was Mr. Engarde's room, correct? So it could have only been Mr. Engarde himself, I'd say.
Edgeworth:
And then? What did the bellboy do after that?
Powers:
Oh, so after he gave the person inside the room the thing...
Ask about this "something"
Phoenix:
He gave "something" to this person?
Powers:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
And what was this "something"?
Powers:
Hah hah hah. If I remembered what it was, I wouldn't be calling it a "something", would I?
Judge:
But this implies that something was removed from the scene of the crime! Are you sure you really can't remember, Mr. Powers?
Powers:
Umm... I think it was something kinda small...
Edgeworth:
This is an incredibly crucial piece of information. Please, try to remember what it was.
Powers:
Umm... I'll try...
Edgeworth:
In the meantime, let's talk of another point. Namely, what the bellboy did next.
Powers:
Oh, so after he gave the person inside the room the thing...
Don't ask anything
Phoenix:
(I don't think I can find out much more from Mr. Powers... I should probably move on to a different topic...) So what did the bellboy do after that?
Picking 1st and 2nd choice
Leads to:
"I would like to summarize the testimony up to this point, if you don't mind."
Edgeworth:
I would like to summarize the testimony up to this point, if you don't mind. When the bellboy left the crime scene, he immediately went to the defendant's room. There, he handed a small item of some sort to the person inside. As for the person who received the item, all you could see was the person's arm...
Powers:
Yes, yes! It was just like that!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. Is all this really that important?
Edgeworth:
Of course, Your Honor. I think this is of the utmost importance. This is when whatever was removed from the crime scene was handed over to the client!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Powers, please, try to remember what it was the bellboy handed off.
Powers:
Um... Well, let's see... Hmm... I think it was... No...
Judge:
If you remember, please add it to your testimony.
Powers:
Y-Yes, sir.
Add statement:
"If I saw it again, I could say for sure, but I think it was some sort of wooden statue."
Powers:
If I saw it again, I could say for sure, but I think it was some sort of wooden statue.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A statue?
Powers:
Yeah... It kinda looked like one I guess. If I saw the actual thing again, I'd probably remember, you know?
Phoenix:
(Looks like for this trial to proceed... I'm going to have to come up with whatever this "statue" thing is and show it to him.)
Mia:
You're going to have to trust your instinct on this one and take a chance, Phoenix.
Judge:
Well Mr. Powers, let's continue with your testimony. What did the bellboy do after that?
Present Figurine
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"..."
Powers:
Then the old guy just left, without even going into the room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Where did this bellboy go after he left Mr. Engarde's room?
Powers:
Hmm... He opened the door to Viola Hall, went in there, and who knows after that, right?
Phoenix:
(Nngh... I do...)
Powers:
After that, I went to the bathroom and then back to my seat.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you see anything strange, suspicious, or just out of the ordinary at that time?
Powers:
Oh yeah, I saw that one thing!
Phoenix:
What!? (He saw something else!?)
Powers:
There was this jittery alien with a ray gun... It was watching Juan's door like some sort of stalker.
Judge:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
... Um, I think we can forget about the alien...
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Powers' testimony just now was just as vague as his first.
Mia:
It's a little troublesome, isn't it? But I'm sure if you press him enough, everything will become clearer. Although, that just makes it harder on us, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
Ugh... Talk about a lose-lose situation.
Phoenix:
...
Powers:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
Edgeworth:
What was the point of that pregnant pause!?
Judge:
Where did that objection come from!? Well, speak up!
Phoenix:
Uh, it was me, Your Honor...
Mia:
What is it, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen once I show this...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! If you have something to say, please spit it out!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. (OK Phoenix, deep breath...) Mr. Powers. The "something" you saw... Was it this item?
Powers:
Oh, hey! That's it! That's the something! Wow, Mr. Wright. You really figured it out.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, I recall we found this at Matt Engarde's mansion...
Judge:
At the d-defendant's house!? What does this mean!?
Edgeworth:
It's simple, Your Honor. Shelly de Killer assassinated Juan Corrida in his room. And then he stole this wooden bear from the scene of the crime.
Judge:
Then, the bear being found at Mr. Engarde's mansion would mean...
Edgeworth:
It goes without saying, Your Honor. Mr. Matt Engarde is De Killer's client!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ...I said ORDER!!! Mr. Wright. This is a most unfortunate turn of events for you.
Phoenix:
Yeah... Sorry, Mia.
Mia:
No, it's alright. Your judgment was sound. Actually, I figured the bear would come up. If not now, then it would have later on. Even if you hadn't shown it to the court, I'm sure your friend Edgeworth would've.
Phoenix:
(Ah, I almost forgot that he knew about it too...)
Judge:
Hmm... I think it is clear that there is no need for us to continue this trial.
Phoenix:
(I... I can't let this happen! I have to do something... There has to be something we've overlooked!) Your Honor! A minute, please!
Judge:
Y-Yes, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
There are still a few points left that we have not fully explored!
Edgeworth:
What are you trying to pull!?
Judge:
Oh... Well, we can't have that. Alright, Mr. Wright. What questionable point would you like to explore further?
Powers' testimony
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers' testimony, of course!
Powers:
Huh? I know that my testimony was kind of shaky, but --
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your inanity stupefies me, Mr. Wright. We have already clarified all questionable points during the cross-examination just now!
Phoenix:
Urk.
Edgeworth:
Wasting time like this, calling the testimony questionable... I'd say it's your head that's questionable here!
Phoenix:
Aaah!
Judge:
Yes, I agree. The cross-examination went smoothly and there was nothing wrong with the testimony. Now then, I belive --
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
P-Please! Wait!
Judge:
You are being very persistent today.
Phoenix:
(Because I can't let it end like this!) I know my outburst just now was a little... questionable.
Edgeworth:
Questionable indeed.
Phoenix:
But! There really are some questionable points left to discuss, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"What are you trying to pull!?"
The person who received the bear
Phoenix:
There was one thing in Mr. Powers' testimony that was very unclear. And that is the identity of the person who received the bear!
Powers:
He gave something to the person inside the room.
Powers:
I'm sorry, but I only saw the person's arm.
Phoenix:
As long as we don't know who it was that took the bear, we can't be sure of...
Powers:
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
...?
Edgeworth:
...?
Judge:
...?
Powers:
...............?
Judge:
Wh-What is it, Mr. Powers!? If you're going to scream like that, then at least give us a good reason why!
Powers:
O-Oh, yeah... Sorry. Actually... So... I remembered. Um... I remembered who took the bear...
Phoenix:
Wha--!?
Judge:
Really!?
Powers:
I mean, I only saw his arm... But... But... The arm... It was the Nickel Samurai's arm! I swear it!
Phoenix:
YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!
Edgeworth:
Are you sure of that, Mr. Powers!?
Powers:
Yeah! I'm sure it was the Nickel Samurai!
Judge:
Order! Order! It looks like you've dug your own grave... yet again.
Phoenix:
(How many times is that today? ...I've lost count...)
Edgeworth:
So the person who took in this little bear was the Nickel Samurai. And, as we all know, Matt Engarde is the Nickel Samurai!
Judge:
Thanks to the defense, we've made that all the clearer.
If third option has been chosen
Leads to:
"I think we've heard enough."
Otherwise
Phoenix:
What am I supposed to do now!? Mia, help!
Mia:
You don't have time to act lost. You've got to find another angle to attack this from! Hurry!
Judge:
Now, I will bring this cross-examination to --
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Your Honor!
Judge:
Again, Mr. Wright? We've already removed any and all questionable areas of this testimony.
Edgeworth:
It's about time you were removed from this court, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I have to find something... Even one more little point will do!) There are... There are still questions left unanswered!
Leads back to:
"What are you trying to pull!?"
The bear itself
Phoenix:
I think it's fairly obvious that the bear itself is very questionable!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
The bear... Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
This was found at Mr. Engarde's mansion. However, Mr. Engarde was arrested at the hotel that night! Which means that since the murder occurred, he has not had a chance to go home!
Judge:
Oh...
Phoenix:
I think Your Honor has already figured out what I'm trying to say. It is not possible that it was Mr. Engarde who took this bear to his mansion!
Judge:
Wh-Why, that's very true! We didn't consider that point, Mr. Wright! There was no way, timewise, for the defendant to have taken this bear home.
Phoenix:
(Phew... Disaster averted it looks--
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You haven't gotten the best of me yet, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Edgeworth:
I remember it clear as day. I remember what you muttered to yourself at Engarde's mansion.
Edgeworth:
We have this area completely surrounded. There is no way for him to escape.
Phoenix:
I can't believe it... That butler... All this time, he was De Killer...
Edgeworth:
De Killer and Engarde were working together, so to speak.
Engarde:
And De Killer was hiding at Engarde Mansion... as its butler.
Judge:
Wh-What a... bold move...
Edgeworth:
The bear figurine was brought back to Engarde Mansion by De Killer himself. When it looked like he was about to be arrested, Engarde had him do so. I assume because it would've been bad had the police found it during their investigation.
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Wright? You've been quiet for a while now...
Phoenix:
(This is too much! Isn't there anything I can attack at all?)
If second option has been chosen
Leads to:
"I think we've heard enough."
Otherwise
Phoenix:
(I have to try... I have to find something else!)
Judge:
What will you do now, Mr. Wright? Do you plan to...?
Phoenix:
I plan to expose a clearly shaky place in Mr. Powers' testimony!
Judge:
Wh-What!? There is still another one!?
Phoenix:
There is indeed, Your Honor. And it's quite a questionable point!
Leads back to:
"What are you trying to pull!?"
Judge:
I think we've heard enough. We now know why this bear figurine was at the defendant's mansion, as well as who it was that received the bear from the assassin in his room... Everything has become very clear. The client who hired the assassin to commit the murder was Mr. Matt Engarde! ... I see no reason for this trial to continue. Therefore, I will now hand down my verdict!
Edgeworth:
Thank you, Your Honor, for your understanding. You see, Mr. Wright? You could not win against the truth, could you?
Phoenix:
... (I knew it would turn out this way... After all, what Edgeworth has stated is the truth...)
Judge:
Any last objections, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Well, do I...? What should I do...?)
Hear the verdict
Phoenix:
... The defense... rests--
Mia:
Phoenix. Are you giving up? If you do... Maya will die.
Phoenix:
!
Mia:
And you'll carry that weight on your shoulders every day for the rest of your life. I don't want that to happen to you!
Phoenix:
Mia...
Mia:
Raise an objection, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
(...............)
Leads to:
"I will now announce my ver--"
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"I will now announce my ver--"
Judge:
I will now announce my ver--
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
(There is only one way for me to drag this trial out... The only thing I have left is this one dirty trick...) Your Honor. Right now, we have these two reasons to believe my client is a client of the assassin. Reason number one. He accepted the bear figurine from the assassin. Reason number two. That very same figurine was found at Engarde Mansion. However! It's possible this is all the work of a certain other person!
Judge:
What are you saying...?
Phoenix:
What I am saying is, it's possible a different person is De Killer's real client!
Judge:
The "real" client...?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Edgeworth:
Tsk, tsk. Is this all you have?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Let's hear your theory. Who do you say is the real client of De Killer, and therefore, the real murderer?
Present Adrian Andrews profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Adrian Andrews...!?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
You've let me down, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
I know you are aware of the truth. And you are free to turn your eyes from it... But at least try to make some sense while you are doing so.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
I'll give you another chance. Don't squander it.
Leads back to:
"Now then, Mr. Wright."
Judge:
Adrian Andrews...!?
Phoenix:
Yes. We already know that she tried to frame Matt Engarde for the crime... By wearing a spare Nickel Samurai costume!
Powers:
Ah! Then... Then the "Nickel Samurai's arm" that I saw...
Phoenix:
That could have very well been Ms. Andrews!
Judge:
But what about Mr. Engarde?
Phoenix:
If you would please recall yesterday's testimony, the defendant was taking a nap during the break period.
Judge:
That's right... Then... finding this figure at Mr. Engarde's mansion...?
Phoenix:
It was a well-laid trap set by Ms. Andrews.
Judge:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Powers:
...
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth... What is your opinion on this?
Edgeworth:
... I can't even begin to count the flaws in the defense's logic. Besides which, there is no evidence to support it. However... I can't fully discount its possibility either.
Judge:
Hmm...
...What is with this trial...?
...Come on. Anyone can tell Engarde did it...
...I can't believe the defense would go so far as to pin the guilt onto someone else...
...Yeah! Unbelievable! It's not something petty; it's murder of all things...!
Phoenix:
(This is to save Maya... This is to save Maya... Even if the whole world turns against me, this is one fight I can't give up on!)
Mia:
...
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! All disruptive parties will be forced to leave the courtroom!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. ... For the benefit of the defense, I'm willing to play along with his "what if" game.
Judge:
His "what if" game, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is prepared to challenge the defense's theory.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright. Even you must have thought it strange and wondered, "Why would the criminal want this little wooden bear...?"
Phoenix:
(He's right... De Killer did specially bring that bear to Engarde right away...) Why do you ask? Is there something special about it?
Edgeworth:
Absolutely. And I'm sure that once the court knows its significance, the true killer's identity will become crystal clear. Your Honor! The prosecution calls upon a witness who will clear all doubts against Ms. Andrews.
Judge:
And who would that be!?
Edgeworth:
It's quite simple, Your Honor. Ms. Adrian Andrews herself.
Judge:
I see... Well then, the court will take a short 10 minute recess. The prosecution will prepare its witness in that time.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor.
March 23, 11:54 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Engarde:
Hahaha... Oh, I knew it was a good idea to hold her hostage. Don't you agree, Mister Lawyer...? But I never thought in your desperation, you'd try to pin the guilt onto Adrian!
Phoenix:
... (Aaaargh! I swear this demon will pay...)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
P-Pearls? Where's Mia?
Pearl:
I... don't know... A really strong power suddenly called her away...
Phoenix:
(A really strong power...?)
Phone:
...
Pearl:
Oh, Mr. Nick! Your phone is...
Phoenix:
(It's from Gumshoe!)
Phone:
...*beep*...
Gumshoe:
How is it going!? Have you been hanging in there, pal!?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, sort of... We just barely found something to latch onto.
Gumshoe:
Phew. That's good, pal.
Phoenix:
And what about you!? Anything yet!? Have you figured out where De Killer and Maya are!?
Gumshoe:
Um, uh... We still don't have any leads, but...
Phoenix:
WHAT!? We don't have any more time!
Gumshoe:
If we just had one! Even a single clue would be really helpful...
Phoenix:
(I was only able to come this far because I kept thinking to myself... I've got to keep the trial going until Maya's been rescued... But have I just run out of luck this time...? Is all our hope for naught...?)
A tent!
Phoenix:
(Huh? A tent!?)
I could see a circus tent!
Phoenix:
M-Mia!
Mia:
It looks like Maya was unconscious until just a few minutes ago. As soon as she woke up, she called for me.
Phoenix:
So it was Maya that called you away!
Mia:
She's locked in a dusty little room right now. But I could see a circus tent outside the window about 300 feet away!
Phoenix:
Gumshoe! Is there a circus in town right now!?
Gumshoe:
There's only one, pal! The Berry Big Circus!
Phoenix:
Maya is somewhere within a 300 feet radius of the main tent!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What!? ... OK, hold on a sec, pal! Hey! Draw a circle on that map! About a 300 feet radius from the main tent! Hurry!
Mia:
And...
Phoenix:
And?
Mia:
I could see a mailbox under the window.
Phoenix:
Gumshoe! There's also a mailbox!
Gumshoe:
Hmm... OK! What else?
Phoenix:
What else, Mia!?
Mia:
I'm sorry, but it was a very small window. I couldn't see anything else... It felt like I was in an old office building... Maybe the third floor or so...
Gumshoe:
I heard her! An old office building. Good stuff, pal! OK, just hang in there! Just a little longer, pal! Wish us luck!
Phoenix:
Good luck!
Gumshoe:
I'll call you later, so don't let your battery die, OK pal!?
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Mia! Maya's not hurt, right!?
Mia:
She's in a pretty bad state, Phoenix. She's being starved.
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe! Please hurry!!)
Mia:
Looks like we're out of time. Are you alright, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
(It's only a matter of time before Maya's rescued... I can do this! I just have to make this trial last a little longer!)
March 23, 12:05 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court will now reconvene.
Edgeworth:
De Killer, the man who murdered the victim, handed this to his client. From this, one obvious question arises. "Why this particular item?" I believe the answer to that question will provide us with the name of the real criminal. Now then, the prosecution calls the defendant's manager, Adrian Andrews, to the stand!
Edgeworth:
Currently, the witness is accused of tampering and obstruction of justice.
Andrews:
...
Edgeworth:
However, you have been called to the witness stand today to ascertain... who exactly is guilty of murder.
Andrews:
I understand.
Edgeworth:
Very good. Now, have you ever seen this bear before, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
Of course I have.
Judge:
You have seen it before?
Edgeworth:
That's right. It's only natural that the witness has. Ms. Andrews. Could you please enlighten the court to this bear's secrets?
Andrews:
Alright.
Phoenix:
(Why... Why does she...??)
Witness Testimony
-- The Bear Figurine --
Andrews:
Actually, this is an elaborate puzzle.
If you know the correct order, it can be taken apart one piece at a time.
At its center is a small cavity, with just enough room to store a small item.
Because of its complexity, if you don't know the order, you can't open the bear.
You really can't tell that it's a small "jewelry box" just by looking at it.
Judge:
So this figurine... it's a container of sorts, is it...?
Andrews:
Yes. Looks can be deceiving, wouldn't you agree?
Judge:
Yes. This is superb craftmanship. ...Oh, yes, I nearly forgot. You may begin your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Mia:
It looks like there really was something to that bear after all.
Cross Examination
-- The Bear Figurine --
Andrews:
Actually, this is an elaborate puzzle.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A puzzle?
Andrews:
That's right.
Judge:
Hmm... But it looks like an ordinary figurine...
Phoenix:
(True enough... To people who don't know, I'm sure they would never guess that this was a puzzle...) So what kind of puzzle is this exactly?
Andrews:
If you know the correct order, it can be taken apart one piece at a time.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you can "take it apart"? And how would one go about doing that?
Andrews:
Well, you first turn its tail to the right and then push it in.
Judge:
...Oh, yes, I see.
Andrews:
After that, the arms and legs are free to move and can be removed.
Judge:
Ooh... This is most interesting...
Phoenix:
(A boy and his new toy... It's like he's 5 all over again...)
Judge:
......... ......... ......... ...Oh, don't mind me. Go ahead and carry on.
Phoenix:
(I think he's lost it...)
Edgeworth:
So what do you find after you take the puzzle apart?
Andrews:
At its center is a small cavity, with just enough room to store a small item.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And how do you know about this...?
Andrews:
I know because I was the one who bought it.
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Andrews:
It was a souvenir from when a friend and I went to Switzerland.
Judge:
Then, this... this was a present from you!?
Andrews:
That's right. It was a puzzle in the shape of a bear, so I thought it would be perfect for Juan.
Phoenix:
(So it was a present from Ms. Andrews...)
Edgeworth:
Witness, let's continue with your testimony.
Andrews:
Because of its complexity, if you don't know the order, you can't open the bear.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So who exactly knew how to solve this puzzle?
Andrews:
Only the two of us, Juan and myself. It was a souvenir from Switzerland... So I doubt there are that many people with this same bear in this country.
Judge:
But this looks like it can be easily broken. Especially if someone wanted to get what was inside.
Andrews:
Well, it's a toy. But it can never be the same again once it's been broken.
Andrews:
You really can't tell that it's a small "jewelry box" just by looking at it.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Who else knows that this bear is actually a small container or "jewelry box"?
Andrews:
I never told anyone. And as long as Juan never told anyone either, then only the two of us knew...
Phoenix:
The two of you, huh... Then of course that means Mr. Engarde didn't know, right?
Andrews:
...
Mia:
We don't know anything about this figurine. So we should try to find out more for now.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I'll keep pressing her for more information.
After pressing all statements
Phoenix:
(I think this is about all I'm going to get for now...)
Figurine updated in the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Wright? I think even you have come to realize...
Phoenix:
...?
Edgeworth:
That there is one very important fact we have uncovered, and that is this: This bear is actually a "jewelry box".
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Now that we have agreed to this point, there is only one logical question that can come next. And that is this: What is inside this box?
Judge:
What's inside!?
Edgeworth:
That's right. That's what we are going to find out next. Witness.
Andrews:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
You are the only one who can open this. Please...
Phoenix:
(There's a painful silence hanging over the courtroom... All eyes are on Ms. Andrews now as she solves the puzzle, and takes the bear apart...)
...*click*...
Andrews:
I've opened it. Is this what you wanted?
Judge:
Wh-What is that? It looks like a... note...
Edgeworth:
I don't think we need to guess at what that is... Do we, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
It's the suicide note.
Judge:
The suicide note?
Edgeworth:
The suicide note left by Juan Corrida's former manager, Celeste Inpax. Until now, no one knew of its whereabouts... But just as we suspected, it was hidden. Hidden by the victim, Juan Corrida himself. It seems Celeste Inpax had very beautiful handwriting. And she just as beautifully signed her own name on this document. This is most definitely the note she left right before she committed suicide!
Judge:
O-ORDER! Witness! Did you know about this...?
Andrews:
...Yes, I did. I heard all about it from Juan. When I discovered his body... I looked for the bear. I wanted to destroy the note before it became public. But... I couldn't find it anywhere.
Edgeworth:
Because it had already been taken by De Killer.
Mia:
Everything is going at Mr. Edgeworth's pace... So now that the suicide note has been found, what's the next logical question?
Phoenix:
"What is written on the note...?"
Mia:
That's right... At least, that's what I would think...
Edgeworth:
Now then, I believe it is only appropriate the contents of this note be made known.
Andrews:
I can't stop you, can I...? I went through so much... just to get my hands on it. And I was going to burn it... for her sake.
Edgeworth:
I'm deeply sorry, but I can't allow you to persuade me to stop. Your Honor. If you could please read the contents of this note aloud.
Judge:
Very well...
Phoenix:
The judge's voice rang loud and clear though the dead silent courtroom... In her note, Celeste Inpax left to us a record of all that had happened to her... About being used and then thrown away by Engarde... About being engaged to Corrida, and Engarde's role in destroying that... And about how she decided, in her despair, to end it all.
Judge:
... And that's all Ms. Inpax had to say.
Edgeworth:
There is one thing I would like to say here. The prosecution has no interest in slandering Mr. Engarde.
Judge:
Then... What...?
Edgeworth:
Our intention, Your Honor, is to establish a motive for murder. Isn't that correct, witness?
Andrews:
Yes... On the night of the murder, Juan was going to make the contents of the note public. After the post-ceremony show... he was going to hold a press conference.
Judge:
My word...
Edgeworth:
Matt Engarde values above all else, his "refreshing like a spring breeze" image. Which is why he had to stop this note from being made public... At any cost!
Celeste's Suicide Note added to the Court Record.
...It's Engarde's fault that woman killed herself...
...And this time, he even went so far as to kill someone to stop him from revealing that!
...How terrible...! What a selfish person...!
I guess there are slimeball lawyers out there who will defend these creeps too!
Edgeworth:
There is no margin for doubt here. Mr. de Killer's client's goal was to obtain this suicide note. And the only person who needed this note that badly is the defendant. Let's not forget that the bear with the note inside was found at the defendant's house!
Judge:
It seems that we have come to the truth at last. The defendant's motives were entirely selfish. He deserves no sympathy from anyone!
Phoenix:
Urk... (How am I supposed to escape from this one!?)
Mia:
Why the hesitation, Phoenix? Gumshoe hasn't called yet, so you know what you must do.
Phoenix:
(I know. I have to carry on and buy him some more time! OK. There are 2 deadly pieces of evidence: the figurine and the suicide note. Maybe somehow, I can find a way out of this situation through one of those!)
Mia:
The gavel is already in the judge's hand! Phoenix! Hurry!
Phoenix:
(The suicide note or the figurine!? Which one of these should I pursue??)
Celeste's Suicide Note
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Please wait, Your Honor!
...Oh man, look at that lawyer...
...He's still going at it...?
...It's like he doesn't care that he's trying to get a killer off the hook!
Phoenix:
I think Your Honor believes that Matt Engarde killed in order to obtain this note.
Judge:
Yes, that is correct.
Phoenix:
But that seems a little strange. In fact, I think there is a contradiction here!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
This note was hidden by Mr. Corrida until the night of the murder. If that is the case... I say that Matt Engarde could not have known what was written on this note!
Judge:
Oh! I didn't think of it that way...
Phoenix:
Exactly. But I did think of it that way, and I thought it was rather strange. No one in their right mind would kill for a note without first knowing what it said!
Leads to:
"Order! Order! Order!"
The Figurine
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Please wait, Your Honor!
...Oh man, look at that lawyer...
...He's still going at it...?
...It's like he doesn't care that he's trying to get a killer off the hook!
Phoenix:
The assassin took this with him from the crime scene after murdering Mr. Corrida. At the request of his client, of course.
Judge:
So, what's your point, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I don't think it's possible that Mr. de Killer's client was Matt Engarde. In fact, I think there is a contradiction here!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
You can't tell by just looking at it that this bear is really a jewelry box. The chances that Matt Engarde thought the note was inside this bear... Are zero to none!
Judge:
Oh! I didn't think of it that way...
Phoenix:
Exactly. But I did think of it that way, and I thought it was rather strange. After all, there is no reason why Mr. Engarde would ever want a jewelry box like this!
Leads to:
"Order! Order! Order!"
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Y-You make a valid point, Mr. Wright! Mr. Edgeworth! What is your opinion!?
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(It was just a flash, but I think I did rather well on this one...)
Mia:
Unfortunately... I think he believes differently.
Edgeworth:
I believe a show of appreciation is in order.
Judge:
H-Huh?
Edgeworth:
The defense seems to be in love with wishing more despair upon itself.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
I would like to direct the court's attention to this.
Judge:
What is that...?
Edgeworth:
It is a very small video camera, Your Honor. This type of camera is commonly used as a means of spying.
Judge:
S-Spying...?
Phoenix:
(What the...!? I thought that spy camera was in my possession...)
Edgeworth:
Matt Engarde and the victim both thought of the other as their biggest rival. They even went so far as to use this type of item to find each other's weaknesses!
Judge:
And...?
Edgeworth:
The victim, Juan Corrida, was being spied on! His personal life was being watched by none other than Matt Engarde!
Judge:
Order! Oooooorder!! Ahem! Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
You... Don't tell me you knew about your client's spying activities!?
Phoenix:
Well... sort of...
Judge:
"Sort of" is not an acceptable answer, Mr. Wright!
Edgeworth:
I see you are confused, Mr. Wright. You're probably thinking, "But I have the camera that was in the stuffed bear's eye..."
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
But this camera that I have is not that same one. Last night, I searched the victim's house on a hunch... Using this...
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe's bug sweeper...)
Edgeworth:
By the way, Mr. Wright. The defendant's fingerprints were found on this camera.
Judge:
Matt Engarde's fingerprints were on there!?
Mia:
Well, Phoenix... It looks like those cameras were hidden all over the place, huh?
Phoenix:
(What am I supposed to say to that evidence...?)
Edgeworth:
I think this is the end. It's fairly obvious that Mr. Engarde learned of the suicide note through this. He was watching the victim all along.
Phoenix:
(He got me good this time! I don't have anything to counter that!)
...Hey, hey... Now what's that lawyer thinking...?
...Mommy? Is that man the bad killer guy?
...Shush! Stop! Don't look at him!
...The way he's sweating is just so... Eww... Nasty...
Mia:
Phoenix...
Phoenix:
Yes, Chief!?
Mia:
Have you figured out what you're going to do next yet?
Phoenix:
What I'm going to do next!? (Does running away like a frightened child work?)
Mia:
I know it seems like Mr. Edgeworth is very close to putting the lid on this case. But... In his eagerness to prove his point, he forgot one very important thing.
Phoenix:
Well, what is it, Mia!?
Mia:
There is a piece of evidence that he really should investigate.
Phoenix:
(Something he should investigate?)
Mia:
I would really hate to see the good prosecutor get scolded... For not remembering to look into the item when he had the chance.
Phoenix:
(Why are you speaking in riddles all of a sudden...?)
Judge:
Alright, I think this time we finally understand everything. Well, Mr. Wright? You don't have any further objections, do you?
Phoenix:
(What is this piece of evidence that Mia is talking about...? Can I figure out what it is that still needs to be looked at, or should I let it go...?)
Present evidence
Leads to:
"...I have an objection, Your Honor."
No objections
Phoenix:
(I have no objections to Engarde getting his guilty sentence as he should... But I can't let that happen yet! Mia said there's still something worth examining. If she thinks so, then even if I have to force it, I must find something to bring up!)
Leads to:
"...I have an objection, Your Honor."
Phoenix:
...I have an objection, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That was about the weakest objection I've ever heard, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense has no intentions of letting this go so easily!
Judge:
You are beginning to sound desperate...
Phoenix:
That's just your imagination, Your Honor! Mr. Edgeworth. This is not like you at all.
Edgeworth:
...?
Phoenix:
In your eagerness to prove your point, you've forgotten one very important thing.
Mia:
Hey... Isn't that what I just said!?
Edgeworth:
So, you're telling me that I forgot something?
Phoenix:
You're so close, Mr. Edgeworth... But there's something you really should examine about this piece of evidence!
Present Celeste's Suicide Note
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That is... Ms. Inpax's suicide note, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I do believe some special examination is needed... But I think the item that should be examined is the defense's grey matter.
Phoenix:
Whoops!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. After this trial is over, I would like to see you in my chambers. I think there are a few things we need to discuss.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor...
Edgeworth:
Hmph. If you're going to speak, at least use your brain to make up something intelligible.
Leads back to:
"So, you're telling me that I forgot something?"
Judge:
That is... Ms. Inpax's suicide note, right?
Phoenix:
Hmm... Who knows?
Edgeworth:
...!
Phoenix:
I mean, sure, this "suicide note" was found inside this bear. But this bear was in my possession until a few moments ago. Which means... The handwriting on this "suicide note" has yet to be analyzed!
Judge:
Oh...
Phoenix:
So! As to whether this pivotal piece of evidence was really written by Ms. Inpax or not... Has yet to be even remotely confirmed!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! You can't seriously be suggesting...
Andrews:
Mr. Wright! You... Are you saying this suicide note is a fake!?
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews... You were the one who tried to pin this murder on Mr. Engarde. Who's to say you didn't create a fake "suicide note" and put it into this bear!?
Andrews:
H-How dare you!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. The defense is indiscriminately accusing the witness again! There is no evidence linking the witness to the suicide note whatsoever!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But if this is a fake, then the witness is the only person who could have made it!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Phoenix:
Recall the witness' testimony concerning this figurine! The only person other than the victim who could solve the puzzle is the witness herself!
Andrews:
Ahh!
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews! You wrote this note, didn't you? You wrote it so you could use it to frame Matt Engarde!
Andrews:
I... I did no such thing!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Wright! If you're going to pronounce this suicide note a fake... Then show this court some evidence to support your theory!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth! You were the one who presented this scrap of paper as evidence! That means the burden of proof lies with you, the prosecution!
Edgeworth:
Uuugn!
Judge:
That's enough! Mr. Edgeworth. Can you confirm the handwriting on this suicide note...?
Edgeworth:
It is as the defense has stated! The handwriting has yet to be analyzed!
Judge:
If that's the case... It seems that yet again we have reached a point where a verdict is impossible.
Edgeworth:
Imposs... That's impossible!
Mia:
This isn't good, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
(The judge is going to carry this trial over one more day. I don't think Maya will physically be able to make it another day!)
Judge:
I didn't want to have to do this, but I don't have a choice. I request that both the prosecution and defense further investigate...
...Handwriting analysis my butt! That's just the lawyer trying to buy more time!
...Engarde is guilty! Look, any idiot can tell you that!
Mia:
I think we've reached the end of the line...
...Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!... ...Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!... ...Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!...
Phone:
...
Judge:
Wh-What is that sound!?
Phoenix:
(It's Gumshoe!)
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Hello!? Gumshoe!?
Gumshoe:
... *sigh*...
Phoenix:
(What is with him!? And what's with that sigh!?) Where's Maya!? What happened to De Killer!?
Gumshoe:
He, uh... He got away...
Phoenix:
WHAT!?
Gumshoe:
I'm sorry, pal! I really am! I don't know what to say besides I'm sorry. I wish there was some way to make it up to you! I really do!
Phoenix:
A-Anyway, what's going on!?
Gumshoe:
We found his hideout, pal. But... the two of them were already gone...
Mia:
...This is terrible...
Gumshoe:
I'm going to keep looking for them, pal. Don't you worry! I just need a little more time!
Phoenix:
But...
Gumshoe:
Don't tell me we don't... we don't have any more...
...Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!... ...Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!... ...Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!...
Phoenix:
Do you hear that? They're calling for his head!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Wright... I can't... For us to come this far and... ... Oh!
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it!?
Gumshoe:
Let me talk to Mr. Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
I-I can't do that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Would you please get a hold of yourself!?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
I am about to end today's proceedings. You may take your phone calls after...
Phoenix:
Hold on, Your Honor! Edgeworth! Catch!
Phoenix:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
Please! You've got to buy us some more time!
Edgeworth:
... Court is in session. ...*beep*...
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, Your Honor. You were saying?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! This is a court of law!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Your Honor! But...!
Judge:
I am reluctant to do this, however... It appears that I have no choice but to suspend proceedings until tomorrow!
Phoenix:
(I... This time, I really can't do anything...)
Judge:
Court is now adjourned for the day!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Please wait, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(E-Edgeworth!?)
Judge:
Wh-What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I humbly request another 30 minutes of Your Honor's time.
Judge:
For what purpose?
Edgeworth:
We can perform the necessary tests on this piece of evidence in that time!
Judge:
Hmm... But can you really obtain your results in 30 minutes?
Edgeworth:
I believe we can, Your Honor.
Judge:
But wouldn't it be better if we adjourned for today and then reconvened tomorrow...?
Edgeworth:
Thirty minutes. Please, Your Honor. That's all I am asking for.
Phoenix:
Please! Your Honor!
Judge:
... Very well.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
At the prosecution's request, this court will now take a 30 minute recess. But be advised that I will not allow another recess today.
Phoenix:
(I'm not sure if this is helping... or hurting us...)
Judge:
The court will now take its final recess of the day!
March 23, 2:04 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Edgeworth:
Wright! Well!? What's going on with Maya's situation!?
Phoenix:
De Killer... It looks like he got away again. Thirty minutes...? We can't find her in that time...
Edgeworth:
Unnngh...
Phone:
...
Phone:
...*beep*...
Edgeworth:
Report!
Gumshoe:
Ah! I-Is that Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
We don't have time! Just spit it out!
Gumshoe:
R-Right! It looks like we just missed them, sir. But De Killer left a few things behind by accident in his rush to get away.
Edgeworth:
A few things...?
Phoenix:
Can we use any of them as evidence?
Gumshoe:
Ho ho ho. I thought you'd ask, pal!
Phoenix:
...?
Gumshoe:
I've got the things he left with me right now and I'm on my way over!
Phoenix:
Really!?
Edgeworth:
That's odd. Any items like that are usually sent to the crime lab first...
Gumshoe:
We don't have time to wait for those guys, sir! When those guys weren't looking, I swiped the stuff and ran!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Gumshoe:
Well... I'm not a detective anymore, so I had to... I'm really sorry, sir, but I've got to put the law on hold for now!
Phoenix:
(Sounds bad... I hope he doesn't get in too much trouble over this...)
Gumshoe:
With my hunk of junk car, I'd say I'll be there in about 20 minutes, sir! Don't worry! I'll be there! Wait for me!
Edgeworth:
A-Alright... Just get here in one piece.
Gumshoe:
I'm on a mission and no one can stop me now, sir! No one! I'm pulling out all the stops and running every red light!
Phoenix:
(Items left by the murderer, huh... Maybe there's something among them that will be decisive enough to end this!)
Edgeworth:
Hey! What's wrong!? Detective Gumshoe! Answer me!
Gumshoe:
... No one can stop... I'm...
Phone:
...*beep* *beep* *beep*...
Phoenix:
Wh-What happened?
Edgeworth:
It sounded like he had an accident. I'm guessing his cell phone broke as well.
Phoenix:
Wh-What was he thinking?? We've got to hurry and call for help!
Edgeworth:
But we have no idea where he is. His cell phone is broken, and he wasn't driving a patrol car, so no radio either. Also... If we don't get to those items before they do, the police will take possessions of them.
Phoenix:
No! We can't let that happen!
Edgeworth:
Well, if there is a way we can find out where he is, then we stand a chance...
Phoenix:
(Why, oh why did Gumshoe have to get into an accident now!? Is there any way to find out exactly where he is at this moment...!?)
There is a way.
Phoenix:
That's right! There is a way!
Edgeworth:
What!? How!?
Phoenix:
I'm sure we can find out where Detective Gumshoe is through this...!
Present Franziska von Karma profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Why are you bringing up Franziska at a time like... Oh, I see! I'll try to get in contact with her. The chances are slim, but she's all we have...
Phoenix:
(Franziska... Will she even want to help us...?)
Leads to:
"Edgeworth..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Wright, we're not in the middle of a mock trial here!
Phoenix:
I guess this won't work, huh...?
Edgeworth:
I guess it's up to me. Alright, I will think of something on my end. Don't get your hopes up too high, but I'll try my best.
Phoenix:
(...Did I say something wrong...?)
Leads to:
"Edgeworth..."
There is no way.
Phoenix:
Argh! It's no use! I can't think of anything!
Edgeworth:
I see... Alright, I'll try to think of something on my end. Don't get your hopes up too high, but I'll try my best.
Phoenix:
(...Did I say something wrong...?)
Leads to:
"Edgeworth..."
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Phoenix:
I don't have any right to judge anyone ever again...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
I know my client is guilty. But what I'm doing now... I'm pinning the guilt onto someone totally innocent, and using the evidence to do so... ... It might be my turn to say, "Defense Attorney Phoenix Wright chooses death"...
Edgeworth:
Wright. It doesn't suit someone like you to cry useless tears. Whether you did your job well or not... That can only be seen after the verdict has been decided.
Phoenix:
The verdict...
Bailiff:
Is Prosecutor Edgeworth here!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, bailiff?
Bailiff:
There's a phone call for you, sir. They said it was extremely urgent.
Edgeworth:
They're probably finished with the handwriting analysis. I have to go take this call. In the mean time, think hard about what it is you must do.
To be continued.
March 23, 2:35 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court will now reconvene. I assume both sides are ready?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor...
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, Your Honor...
Judge:
...I can understand the defense acting like this, however, why do you also seem distraught, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
I... that is... It's nothing, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(What's wrong with Edgeworth...?)
Mia:
It looks like something unexpected just happened to him.
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Edgeworth. If you could please tell the court the results of the handwriting analysis on Ms. Inpax's suicide note...
Edgeworth:
Y...Yes, Your Honor. Unfortunately... We have discovered that this suicide note is a forgery.
Phoenix:
What!?
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
This... This note was not written by Ms. Inpax herself! It is a fake!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Mr. Edgeworth! Would you care to explain what is going on!? If this was not written by Ms. Inpax, then who wrote it!?
Edgeworth:
We would need more time to do a more detailed analysis, however... It appears that the handwriting matches that of the victim, Mr. Juan Corrida.
Phoenix:
Mr. C-Corrida...?
Mia:
Well, well... It looks like Ms. Inpax never left a suicide note after all. She never wrote anything about Engarde...
Edgeworth:
However! Your Honor. Even though this suicide note is indeed a fake, Mr. Engarde could not have known that, and so that facts remain unchanged! Acting under the assumption that it was real, he had plotted to possess it!
Judge:
Hmm... That does sound very plausible.
Phoenix:
(This theory that Engarde had no idea that the suicide note was fake... Something seems a little wrong with it...)
Present evidence
Phoenix:
The defense believes that the theory the prosecution has stated contradicts testimony! If everything the prosecution has proven up to this point is true... Then it's impossible for Mr. Engarde to not have know it was a fake!
Present Spy Camera, Transmitter or Stuffed Bear
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What is this little item called again...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth?? Your response?
Edgeworth:
I believe that even more important than finding out if this note is real or not, is whether the attorney's badge pinned to that man's chest is real... That is the million dollar question!
Judge:
Yes, I agree.
Mia:
Me too.
Phoenix:
(I'm going to take a wild guess and say that I messed up again...?)
Leads to:
"Hmm... Actually, there is something I would like to ask."
Judge:
What is this little item called again...?
Phoenix:
Um, a video camera, Your Honor. Well, a very small one, but...
Judge:
Oh, that's right. A camera. Ah, you kids and your fancy toys nowadays...
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth! Earlier, you claimed that Mr. Engarde knew of the existence of this note because he was spying on the victim. Isn't that right?
Edgeworth:
...!
Phoenix:
If that were true... Then this means Mr. Engarde would have known that the victim had forged the note!
Edgeworth:
Aaack!
Leads to:
"So then, the defendant knew this suicide note was a fake."
Back down
Phoenix:
(It's no use... Something feels wrong, but I can't put my finger on what it is...)
Judge:
Hmm... Actually, there is something I would like to ask. Mr. Edgeworth. You had stated something earlier to the effect of the defendant had spied on Mr. Corrida's private life...
Edgeworth:
...!
Judge:
I believe this would mean that he would have known about the note as well...?
Phoenix:
(Th-That's it!) Yes, and so naturally... This means Mr. Engarde would have known that the note was a fake!
Edgeworth:
Uungh!
Judge:
Order! Order! See here, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
...Um, yes Your Honor?
Judge:
I was the one who thought of the spying thing! Jumping in and stealing my thunder like that is simply... I can't even describe it!
Phoenix:
Ah, yes... Sorry...
Judge:
I could've even bragged about embarrassing Mr. Edgeworth to my grandchild had you not... For that, I assign you a penalty, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaa!? (If only I had kept my mouth shut...)
Leads to:
"So then, the defendant knew this suicide note was a fake."
Judge:
So then, the defendant knew this suicide note was a fake. And if that's true, then the situation has suddenly changed in a very dramatic way.
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor! The prosecution's theory as to what Mr. Engarde's motive for murder was... It has suddenly disappeared into thin air!
Edgeworth:
But Your Honor! It's not as if Mr. Engarde monitored Mr. Corrida 24 hours a day! Perhaps the victim wrote the note in a place Mr. Engarde didn't know of!
Phoenix:
Well, right back at you, Mr. Edgeworth! Why don't you show us some proof that the victim made the forgery at an unknown place!?
Edgeworth:
Gnnngh!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ...Mr. Edgeworth. It looks like this time, it is you who has dug his own grave.
Edgeworth:
Unnnngh... As I figured...
Judge:
Huh? ...As you figured...?
Edgeworth:
As I figured... It came down to this after all...
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth, you are not making any sense...
Edgeworth:
When I heard the results of the handwriting analysis, I thought this might happen. The question is... "What next?"
Phoenix:
What next...??
Edgeworth:
If the prosecution can't prove Mr. Engarde's motive through the evidence, then we must prove it from another angle.
Judge:
Well, I agree with you there...
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. The prosecution... would like to call a witness to the stand at this time...
Judge:
Oh. Well, that's fine.
Edgeworth:
However... this witness... This witness is a little... unusual...
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth stuttering...? This is not like him at all.)
Judge:
Unusual? Well, what sort of witness is this person, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This witness is one who is perfectly fit to answer once and for all the question of, "Who was it that hired Shelly de Killer to commit murder?"
Phoenix:
That's impossible!! Who in the...!? No such person exists who can answer that question with such certainty!
Judge:
Y-Yes! Mr. Edgeworth! Who is this witness!?
Edgeworth:
It is... It's... um...
Judge:
Yes!? Go on! Who is it!?
Edgeworth:
The man himself... Mr. Shelly de Killer.
Judge:
Oh, Mr. de Killer. ... W-W-Waaaaait!! Shelly de Killer!? Um, you mean... The killer? Err... I mean the assassin?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Your Honor.
Judge:
He's coming here? To the witness stand...?
Edgeworth:
Well, yes, in a manner of speaking... I recognize that this is a very unusual circumstance, so I ask for your permission.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Judge:
Is this alright with you?
Phoenix:
(Do I have a choice here...? I can't really do much else to drag this trial out...) The defense has no objections, Your Honor.
Judge:
I wonder if it really is alright to do this...?
Edgeworth:
Very well then. The prosecution calls our witness to the stand!
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... Is there no other way left to us...?)
Edgeworth:
Now then, witness. ...Um, your name... and your, uh... occupation, please.
de Killer:
Very good, sir. My name is Shelly de Killer, and I am a professional assassin.
Judge:
I... I say!! Wh-What is going on here!?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor?
Judge:
How can you remain so calm? And what is the meaning of this two-way radio...?
Edgeworth:
Actually, Your Honor, it was delivered to me just now... And it came with a condition. As long as we do not trace its source, Mr. de Killer will testify to this court.
Phoenix:
(So this must be what that urgent phone call he got earlier was about...)
Judge:
Oh no, this will not do. I cannot allow this in my court. First of all, we can't even be sure this is really Mr. de Killer himself!
Edgeworth:
Witness. Please present some sort of proof that you are in fact Shelly de Killer.
de Killer:
I understand. Please wait a second.
Judge:
...?
???:
...
Maya:
... I'm... sooo... hungry...
Phoenix:
M-M-Maya!
Mia:
Maya!
Judge:
A... A voice! Mr. Wright! Can you confirm anything from this!?
Phoenix:
The defense has no objections to this person! We are satisfied that this man is indeed Shelly de Killer!
Judge:
It looks like we have run into yet another unexpected turn of events... Well, it doesn't seem like we have too many choices under these circumstances, so...
Edgeworth:
...Now then, witness. There is one thing I would like to confirm before we speak of anything else.
de Killer:
And what would that be?
Edgeworth:
At the request of a client, you killed Mr. Juan Corrida. Is this correct?
de Killer:
... It is as you say. I did indeed kill Mr. Corrida.
Judge:
*gulp*
Edgeworth:
Now that we have answered that, let's move on to the name of your client!
de Killer:
...Very well.
Judge:
This is all just a bad dream... Yes, that's it, a bad dream...
Phoenix:
(Shelly de Killer... What is he going to say...?)
Witness Testimony
-- About My Client --
de Killer:
There is something I must first state.
To an assassin, nothing is more important than the trust between a client and himself.
And that is the reason I am here today on this witness stand.
It is my wish that you grasp this concept before I give the name of my client.
Judge:
Hmm, Mr. de Killer seems to be a very clever man. I'd almost say he seems to be mocking us.
Edgeworth:
While he may appear to be our enemy, Your Honor, Mr. de Killer is only stating the truth. He is no hypocrite. He has always stood by this one belief.
Judge:
You mean about this "trust between his clients and himself" thing? Hmm, it seems to be a level of trust beyond what people like me can comprehend. ...Well, Mr. Wright? Are you ready to cross-examine the witness?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Mia:
There's no way to know what's coming next, so stay cool and collected, Phoenix.
Cross Examination
-- About My Client --
de Killer:
There is something I must first state.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
We can hear anything you have to say later. Can you please just tell us your client's...?
de Killer:
I don't think you understand your place, Mr. Attorney. I said this is something I must first state. Do you know what the word "first" means?
Phoenix:
... S-Sorry... Go on...
Judge:
Well, it appears this is one witness you can't badger, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(That's only because you don't know about Maya's situation...)
de Killer:
To an assassin, nothing is more important than the trust between a client and himself.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The trust between you and your client...?
de Killer:
I provide my services in a fast and efficient manner. In exchange, I trust that my clients are discreet about me and my identity. If too many people knew my face, it would be quite troublesome.
Judge:
And that is why you're testifying in this manner?
de Killer:
This is the first time one of my clients has ever been accused of murder. I must preserve the De Killer name so my clients can trust me.
Phoenix:
But couldn't someone stab you in the back and break your trust?
de Killer:
It has never happened before, but if it ever did...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes...?
de Killer:
That person wouldn't be my client for very long. They would certainly...
Judge:
Th-That's enough! Please, no more!
de Killer:
Very well. It was only a hypothetical anyway.
Press after pressing 3rd statement after pressing this statement
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The trust between you and your client...?
de Killer:
I provide my services in a fast and efficient manner. In exchange, I trust that my clients are discreet about me and my identity. These are the roles and duties an assassin and his client are to carry out.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but I was wondering about something you just said. You said that your client had already "broken the rules"...
de Killer:
A person who frames another is the worst kind of human.
Phoenix:
And that's why you feel you can betray this person?
de Killer:
I have no trust relation with a client who can't understand their assigned role.
Phoenix:
(Just my luck... An assassin with a conscience. Who would've figured...?)
de Killer:
Now then, everyone. Do you think you can understand my logic?
Phoenix:
(This case just keeps getting better and better!)
de Killer:
If you can't, then I'm afraid we can't proceed...
Phoenix:
Everyone understands your point, I think. Really.
de Killer:
In that case... I believe I am prepared to disclose the information you seek.
Edgeworth:
You have made it crystal clear that you value trust over all else. I believe we are ready.
de Killer:
...Excellent.
Change statement:
"It is my wish that you grasp this concept before I give the name of my client." to "Now then, I do believe it's about time I revealed the name of my client, don't you agree?"
de Killer:
And that is the reason I am here today on this witness stand.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That seems a little strange to me... I mean, you're about to tell us the name of your client. I would think that this would be very bad for them.
de Killer:
It doesn't matter to me. This client has already broken the rules and acted outside of their prescribed role.
Judge:
Their role...?
de Killer:
This person tried to implicate another of the crime in order to save themselves. And this is a trespass that cannot be forgiven.
Judge:
You... Who gave you the right to be so high and mighty...!?
de Killer:
To the gentleman who spoke just now... Excuse me, but would you care to die?
Judge:
Ah, no! No! I, uh, didn't say anything!
Phoenix:
(The judge had better watch himself...)
de Killer:
It is my wish that you grasp this concept before I give the name of my client.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
We understand, so please tell us the name of your client!!
de Killer:
I'm afraid I cannot do that. I still have a few things to say before I do.
Phoenix:
(Aaargh! That egomaniacal...)
de Killer:
It's not good for your health to be so aggravated. You won't live very long if you let everything bother you...
Phoenix:
(Somehow, that coming from an assassin makes it less than comforting...)
de Killer:
Now then, I do believe it's about time I revealed the name of my client, don't you agree?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"..."
Phoenix:
(I don't really care about all this extra fluff. Just tell us the name already!)
Mia:
Patience. Try to calm down a little. It's important to try and understand his mindset. He seems very steadfast and closed so you're going to have to work to get him to talk.
Phoenix:
(I'm not his therapist, you know...)
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
What is it?
Phoenix:
(Umm... Now I can't bring myself to ask the client's name...)
Edgeworth:
If you can't ask it, Mr. Wright, then I will. Witness! What is the name of your client who requested the murder of Mr. Juan Corrida!?
de Killer:
That person's name is...
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
de Killer:
...Adrian Andrews...
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Edgeworth:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Judge:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat
!?!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
W-Witness!! That's not who you told me it was earlier!
Phoenix:
...!
de Killer:
Pray tell, what are you talking about, Mr. Prosecutor? I should think I know my own client, and it is Adrian Andrews.
Edgeworth:
Whaaaaaaaat!?!? Th-This can't be! On the phone earlier...
Phoenix:
Wh-What's going on here...?
Mia:
My guess is that Mr. de Killer just stabbed Mr. Edgeworth in the back.
Phoenix:
Stabbed Edgeworth in the back...?
Mia:
I'm sure in order to get an audience with this court, Mr. de Killer told him a different name... "Matt Engarde", perhaps...?
Phoenix:
(I knew it...)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This... This is outrageous! I was deceived! This witness is telling a very serious lie!
Judge:
B-But you were the one who summoned this witness!
Edgeworth:
Grk! Grr... Y-You... Shelly de Killer...!
de Killer:
My testimony is the truth. The defendant at the moment is Matt Engarde, am I correct? All I wish to do is help procure his acquittal.
Judge:
H... Hmm...
Mia:
Wow... All of a sudden, it feels like we can actually win this.
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Judge:
The prosecution has failed to provide a motive and has instead, provided this suicide note, which is a forgery created by the victim. Furthermore, there is a possibility the defendant himself knew it was a fake. But most definitive of all, we have heard from the assassin himself; the name of his client. Mr. de Killer's client who requested the murder was not the defendant at all!
Edgeworth:
...No...
Judge:
With all this evidence, it is obvious to me that this means that Mr. Matt Engarde... Is innocent!
de Killer:
I seem to have caused you all a bit of confusion. Please, continue your discussion, and call me when you have reached a verdict.
...*beep*...
Judge:
Bailiff! Please bring Ms. Adrian Andrews in immediately!
Mia:
What now? With the way this is going, Engarde will be found innocent. This may be our last chance... to save Maya...
Phoenix:
Yeah... But... But Edgeworth is right. De Killer is lying! And Engarde... my client... I know he's guilty! (Can I live with myself if I win this!?)
Judge:
Who would've believed that the prosecution's own witness would absolve the defendant!?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! The prosecution requests permission to further question the witness! Shelly de Killer is certainly lying under oath!
Judge:
Hmm...
Andrews:
It wasn't me! Listen! Everyone! Please! That testimony just now... It was all one big lie!
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews...
Andrews:
The suicide note may have been a fake. But! That man... Matt... He's the reason Celeste died! And Juan's death... It was all because he got pulled into Matt's twisted world! That testimony just now... You have to believe me... It was a horrible, horrible lie...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
But... Mr. de Killer himself has testified... He has named you as his client.
Andrews:
No! That's not true!
Judge:
Also, there is quite a bit of evidence that points to you. The knife and button, donning the Nickel Samurai's costume...
Andrews:
But that's... That's...
Judge:
You even have a motive. We know that Ms. Celeste Inpax was a large part of your life. You wanted to follow her... And you wanted revenge against the two who hurt her. I would say you have plenty of reasons to want them both dead.
Andrews:
I... No... Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
...!
Andrews:
You... You know the truth! Tell them! Tell them the real story... Who the real killer is... Tell them! Please... Help me...
Phoenix:
(Yes, I know the truth...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
I believe we have reached the end of this trial. Therefore, I ask the defense for any final words or opinions.
Phoenix:
... (I have to decide... Do I take the not guilty verdict and save Maya... Or do I throw this chance away and wait for Gumshoe's new evidence...? What am I supposed to do!?)
Request the verdict
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense will make a request... ... ... (It's no use... I can't... It feels like I've lost my voice...!)
Leads to:
"Phoenix..."
Request the trial continue
Leads to:
"Phoenix..."
Mia:
Phoenix...
Phoenix:
I can't do it, Mia... I can't accept a not guilty.
Mia:
You are a lawyer.
Phoenix:
I know. But... But Matt Engarde is a killer; a murderer! I can't... I can't let him get away with this. I can't let someone else take the fall. If I let Ms. Andrews be convicted, then I am no better than Engarde. And even though I don't want to admit it, I have to face the fact that it is because of Edgeworth that I now know the real truth. He could've gotten Engarde convicted so many times over, but he never took a single one of those chances. If I take this verdict right now... I'd be betraying his trust. (...His trust...? I never thought about it until now... I... I trust him...?)
Mia:
... Yes, you do.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Your opinion, please.
Phoenix:
The defense requests that we be allowed to further question Mr. de Killer.
Judge:
A-Am I hearing you correctly, Mr. Wright!?
Edgeworth:
Wright...
Judge:
But... But... That witness has cleared your client through his testimony! Your job here is done!
Phoenix:
I'm not done yet. To see through this witness' lies and find the truth... THAT is my job, Your Honor!
Judge:
...!
Phoenix:
(There's still more evidence to look at... And I'm sure that once those pieces arrive here in this very courtroom... a miracle will occur!)
Judge:
Very well. The trial will continue. Mr. Edgeworth. Please re-establish connection with Mr. de Killer.
Edgeworth:
Right away, Your Honor!
de Killer:
...Has a verdict been reached?
Edgeworth:
Before that, we would like to talk with you a little more.
de Killer:
About? All you needed from me was the name of my client. What else could you need me for?
Edgeworth:
Well... Actually, we would like to hear everything you know about this case. This is how things are... usually done.
Phoenix:
(What is he talking about? "Usually done"...??)
Judge:
But... What shall we have him testify about now?
Edgeworth:
Mr. de Killer. If you don't mind, please testify about your client in more detail.
de Killer:
You legal people and your procedures. Is it any wonder no one likes to go to court?
Witness Testimony
-- About My Client, Pt. 2 --
de Killer:
As I have already stated quite a few times, Adrian Andrews is my client. However.
One thing I simply cannot overlook is tampering with the scene of the crime.
My client did it to frame another for the crime.
While pretending to be the first person to discover the body and enter the scene,
Adrian Andrews already knew from the very beginning that Juan Corrida was dead!
But even more appalling is the creation and planting of the "knife" and "button".
That act is what I was referring to when I said my client had "broken the rules".
Judge:
Hmm... This is a most unexpected turn of events... For the... um, fifth time now...? However, this time, everything has finally been revealed.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Just a second, Your Honor!
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
We still have the cross-examination to do...
Judge:
But you don't need to question testimony like this... Do you, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
... Your Honor, the defense will question the witness. (As if I have a choice here!)
Judge:
Huh!? Why!? What this witness has said is nothing but beneficial to the defense's case! If you scrutinize the testimony, then...
Phoenix:
(...Then I'll expose the lies in that oh-so-"beneficial" testimony, I suppose.)
Judge:
I don't understand what's going on anymore...
Phoenix:
(That makes two of us...)
Cross Examination
-- About My Client, Pt. 2 --
de Killer:
As I have already stated quite a few times, Adrian Andrews is my client. However.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(If I press him the wrong way, it might raise suspicions on his end... But I have to do something to waste more time...) Um... Witness. About requesting a hit...
de Killer:
Yes?
Phoenix:
How much is your fee...?
de Killer:
... I see you are also quite a dark-hearted man, Mr. Attorney...
Phoenix:
Huh?
de Killer:
If you would like to talk business, we can do so after the trial...
Phoenix:
Ack! NONONO! I'm not thinking of hiring--
Judge:
M-M-Mr. Wright!!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes!?
Judge:
Y-Y-You... You want to kill me... You want me dead... DON'T YOU!?!?
Phoenix:
Whaaaat!? Why would you think something like that, Your Hon--
Judge:
Guilty! MR. PHOENIX WRIGHT! You are hereby declared GUILTY!!
Edgeworth:
...Witness. Let's continue... Why did you disclose the name of your client? They are your client, are they not?
de Killer:
One thing I simply cannot overlook is tampering with the scene of the crime.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I would think that most people wouldn't be able to overlook a person hiring another to kill.
de Killer:
... If I had a problem with such a thing, I wouldn't be very effective at my job.
Phoenix:
Ah... Yeah... (Well, a change in occupation might be good for you...)
de Killer:
However, I will say this. Even though I am the one that does the deed, my clients are always the real guilty party.
Edgeworth:
That goes without saying, Mr. de Killer.
de Killer:
And their fate is to live with the knowledge of their guilt on their shoulders. However, my client this time thought that they could run away from their guilt...
de Killer:
My client did it to frame another for the crime.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you talking about the button and the knife?
de Killer:
Yes, and my business card.
Phoenix:
(Oh, this card...)
de Killer:
So that no one has to waste their time, including the police... I always make it a point to make things as easy as possible.
Judge:
You try to make things easy...?
de Killer:
My business card makes it very easy to identify who carried out the "service".
Phoenix:
(He's pretty devoted to his work...)
de Killer:
But to disregard everything... to go and stab the deceased with a knife, and even hide my card from sight... That is something I cannot overlook.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... It's really hard to tell if he's being truthful or not without him being here...)
de Killer:
While pretending to be the first person to discover the body and enter the scene,
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you're saying most clients wouldn't do such a thing?
de Killer:
That is correct. Usually, most people try to create an alibi for themselves. If you should use my services, Mr. Attorney, I would suggest you plan for your alibi too...
Phoenix:
Ah, no! I already told you! I have no intention of ever using your services!
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
(Why does he keep looking at me like I'm the one on trial here!?)
de Killer:
Adrian Andrews already knew from the very beginning that Juan Corrida was dead!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
From the very beginning?
de Killer:
That is correct. From before my client visited the room. All of my clients know precisely what the situation is at all times.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if that's really true...)
Edgeworth:
That's odd...
Phoenix:
...?
Present Wine Glass
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Thank you so much for taking the time to testify, Mr. de Killer."
de Killer:
But even more appalling is the creation and planting of the "knife" and "button".
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So why do you think your client did that?
de Killer:
What do you mean by "why"?
Phoenix:
Well, fiddling around at the scene of the crime is pretty risky. And why would someone who has requested a murder go to the crime scene anyway?
Judge:
Hmm, that is true.
de Killer:
I assume it was probably done to frame Mr. Engarde.
Phoenix:
If that's the case, then why didn't the person just request that you do it...?
de Killer:
Sadly, that is not possible.
Phoenix:
Huh?
de Killer:
My job is to kill. That is all. And to leave my business card behind, naturally. The business card is so my clients may escape blame. To protect them is my duty.
Judge:
Hmm...
de Killer:
Even if they say it's for revenge, setting someone else up to take your fall...
de Killer:
That act is what I was referring to when I said my client had "broken the rules".
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And that's all you have to testify?
de Killer:
Yes. And I pray that I will never be called to the stand again...
Phoenix:
"Again"...? As in you plan to continue?
de Killer:
I must, as I have yet to find a person to take my place, and become the fourth successor. Actually, how would you like a new life, Mr. Attorney...?
Phoenix:
Excuse me? Ah, no no no! I'm fine! Really!
Judge:
... Are you really now...?
Phoenix:
(I wonder what kind of man the judge thinks I am now...)
Mia:
What are you going to do now, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
All I can do now is expose the lies.
Mia:
That's true... However, you realize that will be very bad for our client, right?
Phoenix:
(Nnngh... I'm so confused... But the one thing I know for sure is I can't let this trial end yet!)
Phoenix:
Thank you so much for taking the time to testify, Mr. de Killer.
de Killer:
What is the meaning of that attitude?
Phoenix:
When Adrian Andrews entered the victim's room, your "client" had no idea that Juan Corrida had been murdered!
Judge:
But how... How do you know that!?
Phoenix:
From this wine glass, Your Honor.
Judge:
The glass...
Phoenix:
Mr. de Killer's supposed client thought Mr. Corrida had only fainted. Which is why this glass of tomato juice was poured for the victim!
Judge:
Hmm... But isn't that just a part of Adrian Andrews' calculated plan?
Phoenix:
That is not possible, Your Honor. This glass bears the fingerprints of that person. Had this been planned, they would never have left their fingerprints behind!
Judge:
I see your point... Mr. Edgeworth!? What is your opinion?
Edgeworth:
Strangely enough... I had the same exact thought just now. Witness! How do you explain this strange phenomenon!?
de Killer:
I-Isn't it a waste of time to ask about such a minor detail? It's not a very important point anyway, correct...?
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid you are mistaken. If Adrian Andrews really is your client, as you claim... Then your client should have had knowledge of Mr. Corrida's death. If not... Then that can only mean that Adrian Andrews was never your client at all!
de Killer:
... How strange...
Judge:
Yes?
de Killer:
Why is it that the attorney has yet to raise an objection at this absurd situation...?
Phoenix:
...!
Mia:
Phoenix. If De Killer figures out what we're up to, we're in real trouble!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth! I'm surprised! You know you can't say things like that without any evidence.
Edgeworth:
Ah... Sorry.
Judge:
... Th-That sounded like an awfully weak "Objection!" to me...
Edgeworth:
Anyway! I am positive there was a contradiction in that testimony. The prosecution requests further testimony concerning when the request was taken!
de Killer:
... Very well.
Phoenix:
(Right now, I have to buy us more time... While we wait for the items De Killer left behind to get here. I just know that the very outcome of this trial lies with those items!)
Witness Testimony
-- Request Taking --
de Killer:
This request came to me... oh, about a week ago.
It was a request for my services on the night of the awards ceremony.
We met at a certain bar to discuss and finalize a few matters.
That is what occurred. I trust my memory, and I believe I have made no mistakes.
Judge:
Hmm... So you physically met your client, huh?
de Killer:
That is correct. Meeting one's client is the first step to building trust, in my opinion.
Judge:
I see... Well, Mr. Wright, your cross-examination, please.
Cross Examination
-- Request Taking --
de Killer:
This request came to me... oh, about a week ago.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
One week ago? Are you sure?
de Killer:
Yes, I am quite sure. I, of course, had my own preparations... And I was barely able to finish. When you request my services, Mr. Attorney, I hope you will keep that in mind.
Phoenix:
Please... stop...
de Killer:
In any case, my client this time had a very specific date and time in mind.
Phoenix:
(A specific date and time...?)
de Killer:
It was a request for my services on the night of the awards ceremony.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you ask why on that specific night?
de Killer:
No. I try to fulfill all the conditions of my clients' request. But as for why, I only had my suspicions.
Phoenix:
(Your suspicions, huh?)
Press further
Leads to:
"So what are these "suspicions" you had? Why did your client request that night...?"
Let it go
Phoenix:
(Even if I ask about them, it would only be a guess.) I see... That's fine then.
Phoenix:
So what are these "suspicions" you had? Why did your client request that night...?
de Killer:
I'm sure it was all for the bear.
Phoenix:
The bear...?
de Killer:
My client spoke of it. "I'm sure there will be a bear-shaped figurine in Juan Corrida's room. I would like you to retrieve that item for me."
Phoenix:
(He must be talking about this bear puzzle...)
Edgeworth:
Inside that figurine was a suicide note. Naturally, the victim brought it with him to his hotel room. He was planning to publicly disclose its contents at the press conference, after all.
de Killer:
That is correct. And if I had not done the job that night, I would not have known where that bear figurine was...
Phoenix:
(I see...)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Was the testimony just now of any importance?
It was very important.
Phoenix:
The testimony just now has made one thing clear. And that is... The "client" knew the secret of the bear figurine!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
Huh...? Why is everyone so quiet...?
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I think all of us already knew that.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, really?
Edgeworth:
Witness, please continue with your testimony.
It was not important.
Phoenix:
(What De Killer said sounds plausible, but... In the end, it's just his conjecture...) No, Your Honor. I don't think it's very important.
Judge:
Hmm... Well then, witness, please continue.
de Killer:
We met at a certain bar to discuss and finalize a few matters.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you physically met Adrian Andrews, right?
de Killer:
... Of course I did.
Phoenix:
(What was that?? What was with the brief pause...?)
Press further
Leads to:
"Witness! I would like for you to give us a few more details."
Let it go
Phoenix:
(It's probably just my imagination... I need to find something more definitive to catch this guy on!) Can we believe that your testimony up to this point has been reliable?
Phoenix:
Witness! I would like for you to give us a few more details.
de Killer:
I always meet my clients as a matter of principle. I have never taken a request by telephone or mail.
Edgeworth:
And why is that?
de Killer:
That's because I value the trust between a client and myself above all else. And the only way to establish that is to speak to the client while looking them in the eye.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright? Was the testimony just now of any importance?
It was very important.
Phoenix:
Of course, it was very important, Your Honor. If Mr. de Killer had met his client before the murder, then it's unlikely he is mistaken!
Judge:
Hmm... So you're saying that his client really was Adrian Andrews?
Phoenix:
Ah... um... I guess so...
de Killer:
You see. It is just as I said.
Edgeworth:
Gnngh!
Phoenix:
(I'm so lost... Who the heck am I supposed to be helping here...?)
Mia:
Calm down, Phoenix. Think carefully and relax.
Judge:
Now then, would the witness please continue?
It was not important.
Leads to:
"Why he meets his clients is not important. And that wasn't the point."
Phoenix:
Why he meets his clients is not important. And that wasn't the point. Witness, please stop side-stepping my questions!
de Killer:
Wh-What do you mean by that?
Phoenix:
My question was "Did you really meet Adrian Andrews in person?"
de Killer:
I have already told you, Mr. Wright. I did. It was only through talking with him face to face that I began to trust him. That's when I thought, "I can trust this person as a client."
Judge:
Hmm... It's true what they say about talking face to face. Well, Mr. Wright? Was the testimony just now of any importance?
It was very important.
Leads to:
"(If I heard what I think I heard just now... Then I think I've got him.)"
It was not important.
Phoenix:
(I was so sure there was something, but I can't get a good grip on what it is...) Hmm, I guess it wasn't all that important.
Judge:
Very well.
Mia:
Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Mia:
What did you hear just now?
Phoenix:
Um...
Mia:
Clean out your earwax and pay attention, Phoenix. You're letting his words slip by!
Phoenix:
(Um... I guess I missed something back there...?)
Edgeworth:
Witness, please continue with your testimony.
Phoenix:
(If I heard what I think I heard just now... Then I think I've got him.) Your Honor. I believe the testimony just now was of the utmost importance.
Judge:
Huh? Really?
Edgeworth:
If that's the case... Witness, please include the statement just now in your testimony.
de Killer:
Very well.
Add statement:
"From the moment I saw him, I thought, "I can trust this person as a client.""
de Killer:
From the moment I saw him, I thought, "I can trust this person as a client."
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But as we now know, that was not how it turned out, correct?
de Killer:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Adrian Andrews turned out to be a client who couldn't stick to the rules, right?
de Killer:
...Well, yes. I suppose you are correct.
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
So I would like to check one last time. Are you sure your testimony is accurate?
Present Adrian Andrews profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I would like to go over this one more time."
de Killer:
That is what occurred. I trust my memory, and I believe I have made no mistakes.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So your client was Adrian Andrews...?
de Killer:
That is correct.
Phoenix:
(Well, he says the two of them met... But if they did, then there shouldn't be anything wrong with De Killer's testimony...)
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(Well, there doesn't seem to be anything strange this time around...)
Mia:
You have to draw more information from him, but you can't draw his suspicion. If you can do that, you should be able to find a flaw in his testimony somewhere.
Phoenix:
(Talk about a delicate balance...)
Phoenix:
I would like to go over this one more time. You met Adrian Andrews at a bar and took the request at that time?
de Killer:
Yes, that is correct.
Phoenix:
And that's when you thought "he" was trustworthy...
de Killer:
How many times must I repeat myself? Yes, that is correct.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but that is an impossible tale.
de Killer:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
Shelly de Killer. You have never met the real Adrian Andrews!
de Killer:
...! Wh-Why would you say that...?
Phoenix:
Because you made one very big slip-up... ...about her.
de Killer:
So what is the issue... ...! Wh-What did you say just now...? About "her"...?
Phoenix:
If you had ever met Adrian Andrews in person... One look would have told you that she is a woman!
de Killer:
Ohoooooo!
Judge:
O-Order! Order in the court! Mr. Wright! What is the meaning of this!?
Phoenix:
This witness testified to the following: That he always meets face to face with his clients when taking their request.
Judge:
But he has never met Adrian Andrews in person...
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor! That is exactly the point! That means Mr. de Killer's client could not have been Ms. Adrian Andrews!
de Killer:
Ugnnn...
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth... I understand your logic on this one... However... Why would the assassin make such a basic mistake?
Edgeworth:
I believe it has to do with her name, Your Honor.
Judge:
Her name?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Adrian Andrews is, without a doubt, a very androgynous name.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, I see...
Edgeworth:
Unluckily for Mr. de Killer, the entire time he was on the stand, no one had stated Adrian Andrews' gender. And so, he simply picked the wrong gender to go with.
Judge:
Wh-What... What is going on...? Shelly de Killer! This court demands an explanation!
de Killer:
Umm... I-I think somehow... I must have mixed up this client with another.
Edgeworth:
So does that mean you remember something different now?
de Killer:
Yes, of course. Please, if you would allow me to testify once more...
Phoenix:
(Argh! I know he's just going to spit out more lies.)
Judge:
Very well. But this time, please give us the truth, and nothing but the truth!
Witness Testimony
-- Request Taking, Pt. 2 --
de Killer:
Yes, now I remember. I took that request by mail.
There have been times when I took a job without having met my client.
The request was for the murder of Juan Corrida and 2 or 3 other small things.
When I saw the name at the end of the letter, I thought my client to be a man.
Judge:
Hmm... So you took this job through a letter...
Phoenix:
(He didn't mention anything about a letter in his earlier testimony... Which means he is definitely lying!)
Mia:
Be careful, Phoenix. If you break the assassin's testimony completely, it's over for us.
Phoenix:
I know... I can't make him suspicious. But... I think we're OK; like we can do this. (As long as he's standing there across from me... No matter how strong of a punch I throw, he'll counter it...)
Judge:
Now then, let's begin the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Request Taking, Pt. 2 --
de Killer:
Yes, now I remember. I took that request by mail.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But didn't you just say that you always meet your clients?
de Killer:
Yes, I suppose I did say that. However, there are some clients for whom a meeting is simply not possible.
Phoenix:
But didn't you meet your client this time?
de Killer:
No, I did not.
Phoenix:
Oh, come now. Let's stop with this game of cat and mouse.
de Killer:
Using your silkiest voice is not going to work on me.
Phoenix:
Alright then, just cough it up and confess!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You can't badger a witness with such harsh words!
Phoenix:
Um...
Judge:
You're a lawyer, so behave like one and present evidence instead of mindlessly yelling. Now then, do you have any proof that Mr. de Killer met with his client?
I have proof.
Phoenix:
(We've come this far! I have to try to prove something here!) Very well, I will show you proof.
Mia:
Are you sure about this, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
Here is the proof that the witness met with his client, who wished Mr. Corrida dead!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"So! What do you think!?"
Phoenix:
So! What do you think!?
de Killer:
... You may say, "What do you think?"... However, I am for all intents and purposes, a transceiver radio.
Phoenix:
Oh... That's right, you can't actually see the evidence...
de Killer:
Well, I don't think this was one I needed to see. I can hear the pure silence in the air there.
Phoenix:
(Argh! How could I have picked the wrong piece at a time like this!?)
Judge:
Hmm... In any case, let's continue with the testimony.
I don't have any proof.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Your Honor. Unfortunately, I don't have any proof.
Judge:
Hmm, I see. Then your line of questioning was just another waste of time.
Edgeworth:
Sadly for us, Your Honor, that is the nature of Wright and wrong.
de Killer:
There have been times when I took a job without having met my client.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And why could you not meet certain clients?
de Killer:
Recently, I have been receiving more requests. If I met each and every client, I would lose some nice business opportunities.
Judge:
Nice business opportunities?
de Killer:
On top of which, the times have changed. It is now the age of information and computers, correct? Well I have joined the times, and now take requests via electronic mail.
Judge:
Electronic mail? Do you have to mail that in a special insulated envelope?
de Killer:
Ah, I'm very sorry. I despise the shortening of words. What I meant by electronic mail is what is commonly referred to as "e-mail".
Judge:
... E-mail...?
Phoenix:
(In a contest of mimicry, the judge would beat a parrot, hands down...)
Edgeworth:
*ahem* Anyway, so you took this job without having met your client, and...?
de Killer:
The request was for the murder of Juan Corrida and 2 or 3 other small things.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Two or three other things...?
de Killer:
Yes.
Phoenix:
And what were these "other things"?
de Killer:
A few other things that have nothing to do with this case.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(What should I do...? Should I let him slide with that...? It'd be really bad if I push his buttons the wrong way and he gets mad...)
Press further
Leads to:
"Whether or not they're related to this case is for the court to decide."
Let it go
Phoenix:
(De Killer sounds like one sharp man... I should try to find a better way to do this without making him suspicious.)
Judge:
Let's continue with the testimony. Witness, if you please.
Phoenix:
Whether or not they're related to this case is for the court to decide.
de Killer:
...Mr. Attorney.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
de Killer:
Everything I have said from the beginning has been nothing but beneficial to your client. Which is why I wonder what is pushing you to continue with this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
...!
de Killer:
Could it be... That you are planning to betray your own client...?
Phoenix:
Th-That's...
de Killer:
I smell the stench of a backstabber. And should you turn out to be one...
Phoenix:
W-W-Wait! (Uh oh... This is looking really bad! I shouldn't press my luck. Alright, I have to think. Is this worth pursuing...?)
Press further
Leads to:
"Witness, this is a very important matter."
Let it go
Phoenix:
(De Killer sounds like one sharp man... I should try to find a better way to do this without making him suspicious.)
Judge:
Let's continue with the testimony. Witness, if you please.
Phoenix:
Witness, this is a very important matter. Please cooperate and tell us what these other "jobs" your client requested were...
de Killer:
... If it's truly that important, I suppose I don't have much of a choice. The bear figurine.
Phoenix:
The bear figurine...?
de Killer:
After the assassination of the target, I was to find that figurine. I was told that this job was just as important as the actual killing.
Phoenix:
And... Where was that figurine...?
de Killer:
It was inside Mr. Corrida's suitcase.
Phoenix:
And then... what did you do next?
de Killer:
I handed it over to my client right away.
Phoenix:
You gave it to your "client"... Interesting.
Judge:
Hmm... This information certainly sounds important to me. Witness, please include what you just stated in your testimony.
de Killer:
As you wish.
Add statement:
"One of these was to find the bear figurine and to give it to Adrian Andrews."
de Killer:
One of these was to find the bear figurine and to give it to Adrian Andrews.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I found this figurine at Mr. Engarde's mansion. If you gave it to Ms. Andrews, then what was it doing there?
de Killer:
I was waiting for her there. That was also part of the plan to frame Mr. Engarde, I'm sure...
Judge:
Hmm... That makes a lot of sense. Well, Mr. Wright? Do you have any problems with this piece of testimony?
There is a contradiction
Leads to:
"((So De Killer says he gave the figurine to Ms. Andrews.)"
No objections
Phoenix:
(It's no use... As long as I can't put my finger on the central problem here, pressing this witness any more would be extremely dangerous!)
Judge:
Hmm... It appears that Mr. Wright has no problems. Well then, witness. Please continue.
Phoenix:
(So De Killer says he gave the figurine to Ms. Andrews. But I know somewhere in that statement there is a contradiction... And yet... I know that if I present something trivial here...)
Mia:
...He will cut the connection on his end. If you want to make a strong point, Phoenix... You have to present strong evidence.
Phoenix:
(She's right. So now what, Dr. Wright!?)
Present evidence
Leads to:
"Witness, let's go over this one more time."
Think it over again
Phoenix:
(It's no use... As long as I can't put my finger on the central problem here, pressing this witness any more would be extremely dangerous!)
Judge:
Hmm... It appears that Mr. Wright has no problems. Well then, witness. Please continue.
Phoenix:
Witness, let's go over this one more time. You gave Ms. Andrews the bear figurine. And she told you to take the bear and wait for her at Engarde Mansion. Is that correct?
de Killer:
Yes... Where are you going with this...?
Phoenix:
Well, I think maybe you might have remembered a few things incorrectly.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(This is a battle of wits! I can't let up on him!) I don't think it is possible for Ms. Andrews to have been the recipient of this bear!
Present Figurine or Celeste's Suicide Note
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Shelly de Killer."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
So! What do you think!?
de Killer:
...
Phoenix:
Witness!
de Killer:
...
Phoenix:
Mr. de Killer!
de Killer:
Oh, I'm sorry. I went to visit the water closet for a second.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
de Killer:
Mr. Attorney, I think it's time I stated this in terms even you can comprehend.
Phoenix:
!
de Killer:
If you ask me any more of these pointless questions... There will be no mercy!
Phoenix:
Urk!
de Killer:
Now, I would like to move on with my testimony.
Present Figurine or Celeste's Suicide Note
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Shelly de Killer."
de Killer:
When I saw the name at the end of the letter, I thought my client to be a man.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you're saying that you never saw your client's face. Not even once?
de Killer:
... I did... Once. It was when I went to give my client the figurine.
Judge:
Hmm. Yes, I see.
de Killer:
But Ms. Andrews was wearing a mask at the time.
Judge:
A mask?
Phoenix:
(The Nickel Samurai mask, I'm guessing...?)
Judge:
Mr. Wright... What do you have to say about this? Do you have any problems with this piece of testimony?
There is a contradiction
Phoenix:
One thing does sort of stick out at me, Your Honor. Witness. I think you most definitely saw your client's face.
de Killer:
...
Phoenix:
Let's recall Mr. Powers' testimony.
Powers:
After the award ceremony, I went by myself to Matt's room. Matt was standing there in front of his room, still in his Nickel Samurai costume. Matt gave the bellboy a tip.
Phoenix:
You received quite a large roll of cash from Mr. Engarde! And at the time, he was not wearing his Nickel Samurai mask!
de Killer:
Ohoooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order! Yes, now that you mention it, I do remember that...
Judge:
Witness!
de Killer:
... Yes, that night I did wander the floor as a bellboy. I received plenty of tips that night for carrying juice to the various rooms. Is that so wrong?
Phoenix:
Huh?
de Killer:
The man who gave me that tip was not my client. He was probably just a very generous person.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but sadly, we are not nearly so generous here. If I could receive large rolls of cash by simply bringing people things on trays... Then why on Earth would I stand around here prosecuting!?
Phoenix:
(Oh, the déjà vu... And isn't his salary more than enough for one man...?)
Judge:
Hmm... And where is your evidence that the large roll of cash was not in fact, a tip...? Come, Mr. Edgeworth. Show me the money!
Edgeworth:
Whaaaat!?
de Killer:
Mr. Attorney.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
de Killer:
You know, I think your line of questioning has been a little strange... In fact, I would say you don't seem to believe Ms. Andrews is my client.
Phoenix:
Oh, no, it's not like that at all. I just think lies aren't a good thing, you know...?
de Killer:
Oh, I know and agree. Lies are not a good thing at all...
Phoenix:
Urk.
de Killer:
I think we are on the same page now, aren't we Mr. Attorney? Remember. If I feel threatened in any way... I am free to cut contact at any time...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry! Please forgive my foolishness!
Judge:
Hmm... If only you were this apologetic all the time... Anyway, I do not see a huge contradiction here. Therefore, you may continue witness.
No objections
Phoenix:
(I think I can pull something out of what he said... But it would be real bad if I did something and made him mad over something trivial!) There are no problems with the testimony, Your Honor.
Judge:
Hmm...
Mia:
We've pretty much reached the end of our rope here...
Phoenix:
Huh? Seems like we're still OK to me.
Mia:
And that's exactly what is so bad. At the rate we're going, we will end up completely destroying De Killer's lie. If we do that... You already know how serious of a situation that will put us in.
Phoenix:
O-Oh yeah... (All I can do now is pray that those items reach us in time...)
Phoenix:
Shelly de Killer. If you had really given the bear to Ms. Andrews... then this item should not have been inside it.
de Killer:
"This item"...?
Edgeworth:
I see where you're going...
Phoenix:
Yup, that's where I'm going...
Judge:
Where is everyone going!? Do I need to pack a suitcase?
Phoenix:
Your Honor. Please think back to Ms. Andrews' testimony.
Andrews:
And I was going to burn it... for her sake.
Phoenix:
If even for a single minute, this bear had actually been in Ms. Andrews' hands... I'm sure she would have taken the suicide note out and burned it!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! So that's where you two were going!
Edgeworth:
So by the very fact that this suicide note was still inside the bear... Tells us that your "client" didn't know how to disassemble the puzzle!
Judge:
Wh-Which means...?
Edgeworth:
It means, Your Honor, that it is impossible for Adrian Andrews to be the "client"!
de Killer:
Ohoooooo!
Judge:
O...Order! Order! ORDER!!
de Killer:
... Ungh... Mr...Phoenix Wright...
Phoenix:
...!
de Killer:
I... I'm sure I mentioned this before. How I hate traitors above all else!
Edgeworth:
...
de Killer:
I think your cross-examination has clearly demonstrated something to me. You... You must wish to break your end of our agreement!
Phoenix:
No! That's not...
de Killer:
That's enough! If that is your intention, then there is only one thing for me to do!
Phoenix:
W-Wait! Please!
de Killer:
Gentlemen, ladies, please excuse me. I have a matter that I must attend to.
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
N...No... Please... Not that... Please wait...
de Killer:
Mr. Attorney! Bring this trial to a speedy end, and I may stay my hand! Otherwise...
Phoenix:
Nnnngh... Gnwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!
Judge:
What in the...? Mr. Wright...? Are you...?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
I didn't understand this witness' outburst just now. Do you think there is a need to hear more testimony, or is this enough...?
Edgeworth:
Well... We should...
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth! We can't do this! If we keep this up... Maya... She'll...!)
Edgeworth:
U...Ungh! The prosecution... I...
Judge:
Wh-What has come over everyone? Even you are...
Edgeworth:
The prosecution... rests.
Judge:
What is going on around here...?
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has no further questions, Your Honor.
Judge:
Wh... Whaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Well, I never thought I'd see the day. This is a most unusual situation... If the prosecution rests with no further questions... Then... the prosecution has failed to uphold its stance.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
If that is the case, then even though I am reluctant, I must believe that Mr. de Killer's testimony is accurate. That would mean that Shelly de Killer's client is... Adrian Andrews!
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
Nnngh...
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
If I end the trial here, right now, then your client, Matt Engarde, would be declared innocent. And in his place, Adrian Andrews would be charged with murder.
Phoenix:
(M-Ms. Andrews... would be charged with murder!)
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
The prosecution has no further questions, so we will now hear the defense's final remarks. Bailiff! Please bring the defendant, Matt Engarde, to the stand!
Mia:
The items from De Killer's hideout didn't make it in time... We tried as hard as we could, but it looks like our time has run out...
Phoenix:
(I can't believe it...)
Mia:
The outcome now lies in your hands.
Engarde:
Dude, did the old guy finally decide?
Judge:
To be honest, I can't think of you as a truly innocent and good person. You have done enough evil to drive a woman to suicide.
Engarde:
...
Judge:
But... At least on the charge of murder, it would appear you are innocent.
Engarde:
... Hah...! So, I guess even the old fuddy-duddy figured me out!
Judge:
M-Mr. Engarde...?
Engarde:
You were atrocious as a lawyer, weren't you? Giving your client away like this! And that "refreshing like a spring breeze" crap; it's just as atrocious, don't you agree? ... Anyway, get on with it and pronounce me innocent already. Right, Mister Lawyer!?
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
(Should I side with justice? Or should I save Maya's life?)
Maya:
You'd better get Engarde a guilty sentence, OK!?
Phoenix:
(But... But if I did that... Maya will die! But if I say he's innocent... Then Ms. Andrews will be charged as the murderer! Do I say he's "guilty"... or "not guilty"...? Either choice I make, someone's life is going to end!)
Phoenix:
(It all hinges on what I "choose"!)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Let's hear the defense's final statements on this matter.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
If the person who hired the assassin was Adrian Andrews... Then your client, Mr. Matt Engarde is innocent.
Engarde:
Hmph... There's no need to ask, old man. After all, my lawyer is going to say what I want... aren't you?
Edgeworth:
Wright...
Phoenix:
(I can't! I can't do this! But I have to decide something! I can't count on the evidence to help me anymore. I have to listen to my heart!) My client... Matt Engarde is...
Guilty
Leads to:
"We are waiting for your answer, Mr. Wright!"
Not guilty
Leads to:
"We are waiting for your answer, Mr. Wright!"
Judge:
We are waiting for your answer, Mr. Wright! Matt Engarde, your client deserves an answer!
Phoenix:
... (Maya... I'm sorry...) Matt Engarde is...
von Karma:
Objection!
Phoenix:
F-Franziska von Karma!!
Judge:
Wh-What are you doing here... OWW!
von Karma:
You see now, don't you... Mr. Phoenix Wright? This is exactly why you should NEVER take your eyes off of that scruffy fool!
Edgeworth:
Did you bring them? The final pieces... Do you have them?
von Karma:
You should know better than to ask that, Mr. Miles Edgeworth. A Von Karma is perfect in every way! The evidence is here in perfect condition! Don't worry about Scruffy. He's fine, and his injuries are minor. All of the items are inside this.
Judge:
What a filthy, old coat this is...
Phoenix:
(That's Gumshoe's... I can spot his tattered rags anywhere...)
von Karma:
I apologize for its ugliness, but there was nothing else to wrap the items in.
Phoenix:
(I've fought long and hard this whole trial... All for what is inside that raggedy coat... I'm sure that inside that coat, lies a crucial piece of evidence!) Your Honor! Inside that filthy coat... Are the defense's final pieces of evidence!
Judge:
Your final... evidence!?
Judge:
... This trial is already over. All that remains is for me to hand down my verdict. I do not believe that any evidence presented now, would change the outcome of this trial.
Phoenix:
(Wh-What!?)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. It is our duty to examine every piece of evidence, down to the last. I request that Ms. von Karma be allowed to present these pieces of evidence!
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose you are right, Mr. Edgeworth. I grant permission to do so. However, this one obvious rule applies here; If these items do not bring up any new points, then they will not be accepted by this court.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Now, Ms. von Karma. If you please.
von Karma:
These pieces of evidence are items left by De Killer during his escape from the police.
Judge:
Hmm... He must have been in quite a rush.
von Karma:
Yes, Your Honor. De Killer left three pieces of evidence.
Phoenix:
(Somewhere among the evidence we're about to see... There will be something that will turn this whole situation around... like a miracle. I'm sure of it!)
Mia:
That is all we can hope for.
von Karma:
The first item is a pistol.
Phoenix:
(Does De Killer's pistol have anything to do with this case...?)
Question for more details
Phoenix:
Does that pistol have any relation to this case?
von Karma:
We have yet to perform a ballistics test, so I can't say anything for certain... However, I believe it has something to do with this case... At least, to me.
Phoenix:
...?
Edgeworth:
That's the pistol that he used to shoot you, isn't it?
von Karma:
That's what I believe, yes.
Phoenix:
Oh...
von Karma:
I kept the bullet they removed from my shoulder as a sort of memento... I'm sure it will be an excellent sample for the test.
Phoenix:
(So that's the pistol that was used to shoot Franziska... It's probably not going to help us very much...)
Leads to:
"Pistol added to the Court Record."
More details are not needed
Phoenix:
(I'm pretty sure there was no gun involved in this case. There's no real benefit to hearing about it...) Please present the next piece of evidence.
Leads to:
"Pistol added to the Court Record."
Pistol added to the Court Record.
von Karma:
The second piece of evidence is this video tape.
Phoenix:
(I bet De Killer took that from Engarde Mansion...)
Question for more details
Phoenix:
Have you checked the contents of that tape?
von Karma:
Unfortunately, there was no time to.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah...
von Karma:
But I would speculate that this tape is very important.
Judge:
Why would you say that?
von Karma:
Because he came back to his hideout for it.
Phoenix:
De... De Killer went back for it...?
von Karma:
That's right. It looks like he was trying to recover it. He injured three of the officers at the site.
Judge:
Hmm...
von Karma:
But somehow, it looks like they managed to protect it from De Killer. Shelly de Killer is no ordinary man.
Leads to:
"Video Tape added to the Court Record."
More details are not needed
Phoenix:
(Right now, we don't need to establish De Killer's role in this case... I should be listening to information about a different piece of evidence.) That's fine. Please present the next piece of evidence!
Leads to:
"Video Tape added to the Court Record."
Video Tape added to the Court Record.
von Karma:
The last piece of evidence is this bellboy's uniform.
Phoenix:
(Is that a uniform from the Gatewater Hotel...?)
Question for more details
Phoenix:
Was that used during the crime?
von Karma:
I am almost certain it was. There's even a pair of black leather gloves in one of the pockets.
Phoenix:
(There's no doubt about it! De Killer was wearing this on the night of the murder!)
von Karma:
There is one thing I found interesting about this uniform.
Edgeworth:
And what is that?
von Karma:
There is a button missing on this uniform.
Edgeworth:
A button...?
von Karma:
It's a very unique button. I'm sure if we were to recover it... It would provide us with an interesting clue.
Judge:
Hmm...
Leads to:
"Bellboy's Uniform added to the Court Record."
More details are not needed
Phoenix:
(I don't think this is going to help us much at all...) Thank you very much, Ms. von Karma. I think that's enough.
von Karma:
...Hmph.
Leads to:
"Bellboy's Uniform added to the Court Record."
Bellboy's Uniform added to the Court Record.
von Karma:
That is all I have to present, Your Honor.
Judge:
Hmm... It's just as I thought.
Phoenix:
And... what is that, Your Honor..?
Judge:
I'm sure, were we under normal circumstances, these items from Shelly de Killer's hideout would be very important clues. However... Our question is not "Who did the killing?"
Edgeworth:
It is, "Who is the client?"...
Judge:
Yes, that is correct. And these three items do not tell us anything about that! Thank you for your hard work, Ms. von Karma. You may step down now.
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait, Your Honor! Please allow me to examine this new evidence!
Judge:
Overruled. This court already has all the evidence it needs to hand down a verdict!
Engarde:
Wonderful... Absolutely splendid. This judge is such a brilliant man, isn't he?
Phoenix:
(Is this the end...?)
Mia:
Phoenix.
Phoenix:
I knew it... There's no such thing as a "miracle" in this world, is there?
Mia:
I think you're wrong. I think they do exist. But you have to make that "miracle" happen. You've come this far! You can't give up now!
Phoenix:
But... But... No matter how you think about it... It's... It's...
Mia:
Try... For my sake. Just think about it for a second. There are two ways out of this situation for us.
Phoenix:
(T-Two!?)
Mia:
The first... Make Engarde wish from the bottom of his soul for a guilty verdict.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
De Killer will always place his client's wishes first. If Engarde himself wished to be convicted, then he will let his hostage go.
Phoenix:
Th-That may be true, but... That's asking me to do the impossible!
Mia:
The second way... Force De Killer to end his contract with Engarde. If De Killer were to no longer think of Engarde as his "client"... Then he would let Maya go.
Phoenix:
Mia! That's even more impossible! He is a man who values his duty towards his clients above all else!
Mia:
... I know both of these seem like impossible feats at first. But if you could make either one happen, it would truly be a "miracle".
Phoenix:
The bigger problem is, the judge has already said he doesn't need any more evidence! The pieces he was just shown; he's not accepting them!
Mia:
Phoenix. Think things through from the other side. Isn't that what has always worked for us?
Phoenix:
...! (The "other side"...? Wait, does she mean...) You mean... to turn things around?
Mia:
Phoenix. The judge says he doesn't need the evidence. If that's the case, then who does need it?
Phoenix:
("The person who needs the evidence"...)
Mia:
The defense, prosecution, and the judge... We have seen all the pieces of evidence. And that is how we have come to know the "truth". But there are people who have not seen them all. And those people do not know the "truth". That truth... It may be what will bring about the miracle in the end.
Judge:
There are no objections this time, correct? Now then, I will pronounce my verdict!
Engarde:
Why don't we all respectfully sit back and listen, kids.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Judge:
I have already told you, Mr. Wright. This court does not need any more evidence.
Phoenix:
I am not saying it is us that needs the evidence, Your Honor!
Edgeworth:
...!
Judge:
Then... you want to show the evidence to... that person...?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
Please, Your Honor!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. For you to ask with such passion... I will grant you one chance.
Phoenix:
(O...One chance...)
Judge:
Please show your evidence to who you think is the right person.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That's impossible! To turn this situation around in one try...
Judge:
One try. That is all I will permit.
Phoenix:
(I have to try to remember... Everything that has happened up to this point... Think, Phoenix! Think! There must be a way to save Maya while taking Engarde down at the same time!)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Let's not waste any more time.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Who would you like to show evidence to?
Present anyone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I see."
Judge:
I see. And now... Tell this court what one piece of evidence you would like to show this person!
Present Video Tape (after presenting Shelly de Killer profile)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"... Well, what do you think, Mr. Edgeworth...?"
Otherwise
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
... Well, what do you think, Mr. Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Uh... Um... I... don't have anything to say to this...
Judge:
Hmm... How about you, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
... Well, I was just shot, so...
Judge:
I'm afraid I cannot allow the defense to continue.
Phoenix:
Whaaat!?
Judge:
No one understands what you are talking about anymore!
Phoenix:
W-Wait! Please! One more chance...
Judge:
That is enough, Mr. Wright. I will now state my verdict. This court finds the defendant, Matt Engarde...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. This court is adjourned!
And just like that, the case came to an end. I ran away from the courtroom... and wandered the streets alone. I never saw Maya again. De Killer is a man of his word, so I'm sure he released her as promised. I heard the verdict of Ms. Andrews' trial a few days later. She was found guilty, of course. The "miracle" never happened. Maybe it was never meant to. Because a "miracle" is something that doesn't exist.
Judge:
... Well, what do you think, Mr. Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Uh... Um... I think there is some merit... in showing this evidence to that witness.
Judge:
... Bailiff! Please bring in the transceiver from earlier!
Phoenix:
(Alright! It looks like they got a hold of him...)
Phoenix:
Maya... She's OK, right!?
de Killer:
Didn't I tell you to concern yourself with bringing about a speedy end to this trial? Now, if I understand correctly, you wish to show me one piece of evidence?
Phoenix:
Yes. One is all I need. I have here a video tape. It was found at your hideout.
de Killer:
...
Phoenix:
I heard you injured three officers in your attempt to get this back.
de Killer:
That was most regrettable. However, it was an order from my client. I was told to protect that video tape.
Phoenix:
(I thought so...)
de Killer:
I'm afraid I seem to have failed in that regard.
Phoenix:
Do you know the contents of this tape?
de Killer:
I was sternly told by my client to not watch it. So I have absolutely no idea.
Phoenix:
Actually, you are on this tape.
de Killer:
Me?
Phoenix:
There was a video camera hidden at the crime scene. Your actions were being recorded.
de Killer:
Wh-What!?
Judge:
Is that true!? Mr. Wright!?
de Killer:
Who... Who was it that planted a camera...!?
Phoenix:
Well, the only person who could have placed a camera at the scene of the crime... would be your "client" naturally.
de Killer:
...!
Judge:
Th-That was... Adrian Andrews...
Edgeworth:
Be quiet and listen... Your Honor.
Judge:
Yes, sir.
Phoenix:
Your "client" specified a place and time for you, isn't that right?
de Killer:
Y-Yes...
Phoenix:
That was so they could film you.
de Killer:
... I had no idea. ... Mr. Wright. Why would my client do such a thing?
Phoenix:
...
de Killer:
I would like to know why...
Phoenix:
(Why did Matt Engarde film the crime scene...? The reason "why" he did that is my ticket out of this whole mess!) There is only one reason why your "client" would secretly film the crime scene. They...
wanted to see Juan get his.
Phoenix:
They wanted to witness the moment Juan Corrida died! Your client was going to sit on their fluffy soft sofa... Sip some coffee and pretend they were at a film festival!
de Killer:
That... That's... I don't think that sounds like a very enjoyable hobby...
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor!?
Judge:
... Well, what do you think, Mr. Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Uh... Um... I... don't have anything to say to this...
Judge:
Hmm... How about you, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
... Well, I was just shot, so...
Judge:
I'm afraid I cannot allow the defense to continue.
Phoenix:
Whaaat!?
Judge:
No one understands what you are talking about anymore!
Phoenix:
W-Wait! Please! One more chance...
Judge:
That is enough, Mr. Wright. I will now state my verdict. This court finds the defendant, Matt Engarde...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. This court is adjourned!
And just like that, the case came to an end. I ran away from the courtroom... and wandered the streets alone. I never saw Maya again. De Killer is a man of his word, so I'm sure he released her as promised. I heard the verdict of Ms. Andrews' trial a few days later. She was found guilty, of course. The "miracle" never happened. Maybe it was never meant to. Because a "miracle" is something that doesn't exist.
THE END
wanted blackmail on you.
Leads to:
"Your "client" once told me something very interesting."
didn't trust your skills.
Phoenix:
Your "client" didn't trust your skills! That's why, in order to monitor your work, they set up a video camera!
de Killer:
I-Is that right? I suppose that were I to fail at my job... my client would fall into utter ruin. I can't say I don't understand the want to see how I do my job. And as long as I could cleanly erase the tape... I suppose it can be overlooked.
Phoenix:
Oh... Is that how you feel...? W-Well, everyone...? What do you think...? Pretty good, huh...?
Judge:
... Well, what do you think, Mr. Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Uh... Um... I... don't have anything to say to this...
Judge:
Hmm... How about you, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
... Well, I was just shot, so...
Judge:
I'm afraid I cannot allow the defense to continue.
Phoenix:
Whaaat!?
Judge:
No one understands what you are talking about anymore!
Phoenix:
W-Wait! Please! One more chance...
Judge:
That is enough, Mr. Wright. I will now state my verdict. This court finds the defendant, Matt Engarde...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. This court is adjourned!
And just like that, the case came to an end. I ran away from the courtroom... and wandered the streets alone. I never saw Maya again. De Killer is a man of his word, so I'm sure he released her as promised. I heard the verdict of Ms. Andrews' trial a few days later. She was found guilty, of course. The "miracle" never happened. Maybe it was never meant to. Because a "miracle" is something that doesn't exist.
THE END
Phoenix:
Your "client" once told me something very interesting. We were talking about you, and this is what they said.
Engarde:
But I'm no weakling. I don't believe anyone... least of all assassins.
Engarde:
Oh, come now, Mr. Wright. Assassins aren't above blackmail.
Engarde:
Yes, that's where the video comes in. With that, I can keep him at bay, and even blackmail him if I want.
Phoenix:
Your "client" didn't trust you at all. They were thinking of using this video to blackmail you! What do you have to say to that, Shelly de Killer!?
de Killer:
Gnnn...nnnngh... Ohoooooo! ... It looks like... It looks like I was being deceived from the very beginning...
Phoenix:
Yes... By a natural... That is the kind of person they are. Your "client" is a person who only thinks and plots of how to use the people around them to protect themselves from any and all dangers that may arise. That is the true nature of your "client".
de Killer:
...
Edgeworth:
I have one question for the witness.
de Killer:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
You told us one thing numerous times during your testimony. You said that you detest traitors most of all.
de Killer:
Yes, that's right.
Edgeworth:
But what if that traitor was your own client...? What would you do then!?
de Killer:
... That's obvious. I would break our contract in that case. And then... That client would become my next target. For the honor of the De Killer name, even if it takes an eternity... I would follow that person to the ends of the earth to exact my punishment.
Edgeworth:
I see. That's all I wanted to know.
Phoenix:
(So the traitor becomes De Killer's next target... Ah! I get it... This is how we'll turn this case around!)
de Killer:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes...?
de Killer:
My contract with my client is over as of now. I seem to have a new job on my hands. I will now return to you, your precious item.
Maya:
...What the!? I'm not an item!
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
(Maya... I thought I'd never see you again... Oh thank goodness!)
Judge:
Um... This trial appears to have come to its conclusion... However... I... Actually, I am sort of... I don't quite know what just happened there with the client and the witness and... Gwaaah! M-Ms. von Karma! Where did that...!?
Edgeworth:
She always has you in her sights. Now! I do believe it's time to finally hand down a verdict!
Phoenix:
Mr. Engarde. It looks like somehow, you got what you wanted. You will finally receive the acquittal you wanted so badly. You should be happy.
Edgeworth:
But before that, I would like to make one final statement. Sometime in the near future, one very betrayed assassin may appear before you.
Engarde:
...!
Edgeworth:
Needless to say, that man is very good at what he does. I'm sure you would understand what I mean, if you watch this video.
Engarde:
...H-- Help me...
Edgeworth:
Now then, Your Honor! The verdict, if you please.
Judge:
I-Is this alright with you, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
...!
Mia:
We have finally reached the end of a very long battle. Whether he's convicted or acquitted, there is no escape for him now. Go on, Phoenix. Plead whichever way your heart tells you.
Phoenix:
Right, Chief.
Plead not guilty
Phoenix:
Congratulations, Mr. Matt Engarde.
Engarde:
...!
Phoenix:
Please make sure to savor every moment of what little time you have left. Your Honor! As always, the defense pleads not guilty.
Judge:
Very well. This court finds the defendant, Matt Engarde...
Hold it!
Engarde:
P-Please wait...
Judge:
What's the matter?
Engarde:
If... If I get a not guilty... I'll... I'll be... killed...
Judge:
...?
Engarde:
I... I'm... I'm...
Leads to:
"... Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Plead guilty
Phoenix:
...Matt Engarde.
Engarde:
...!
Phoenix:
Even though I am a lawyer, I cannot make your crime disappear. I think a guilty verdict is appropriate here.
Engarde:
M-Me!? My wonderful self...!? G-Guilty!?
Phoenix:
Even if you got an acquittal, the instant you set foot outside the detention center, your life would be in danger. No matter which way you look at it... You can't run away from your crime anymore!
Leads to:
"... Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Engarde:
... Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!Guiltyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Guuuuuilty!!!GGG--Guuiiillltyyyy!!!GGGUUUILLLTYYY!!GUILTY!!!GuiLTy!!guIIIltYY!!Guil--guilty!guilty!GUilTY!GUILTY!
Judge:
As always, it looks like we have uncovered the real truth.
Phoenix:
(We? I don't remember you helping out much in this...)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. How is Matt Engarde?
Edgeworth:
I have left Ms. von Karma in charge of his incarceration. I'm sure he's getting a full-course meal of whip leather right about now.
Judge:
Very good. That was a close one, wasn't it, witness?
Andrews:
Yes... I plan to pay my debt to society for my own crime, Your Honor. ... This trial was the first time I had stood on the witness stand, and when I did... I really felt hopeless.
Phoenix:
(She must be talking about the time Edgeworth really went after her... I guess she's trying to forgive him for what he did...)
Edgeworth:
This witness... How should I put this... She has an illness.
Edgeworth:
If you're going to say you would "choose death", that is of no concern to me.
Andrews:
But... after that, when I was alone at the detention center... That's the first time I really saw myself and who I am.
Edgeworth:
...
Andrews:
And today... When the two of you used your combined strength to convict Matt... I... I felt like I had finally been saved.
Phoenix:
(Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen her smile.)
Andrews:
I am really happy that you two were in charge of this case. I really don't know how to express how I feel at this moment... This is... This is the first time I've felt comfortable with myself; with who I am. Thank you so much, everyone!
Judge:
It looks like we have resolved everything at last. As for myself, there are still a few things I'm confused about... But everyone seems to be in good spirits, and that is good enough for me. That is all. This court is adjourned!
March 23, 5:14 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Mia:
You were great out there, Phoenix!
Phoenix:
What I did out there was right... wasn't it?
Mia:
... This is the first time you've not gotten your client off. You got them a "guilty" verdict this time. But... You have to look past all of that, to what's really important. You now realize that there is something more than just getting a "not guilty", right?
Phoenix:
Yes, I understand now.
Mia:
Phoenix, think back for a second. Think to the moments before Ms. von Karma arrived with the final pieces of evidence. Think about the incredible decision you had to make...
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Let's hear the defense's final statements on this matter.
Phoenix:
... (I can't count on the evidence to help me anymore. I have to listen to my heart! Should I side with justice? Or should I save Maya's life?) My client... Matt Engarde is...
Mia:
Is he "guilty"... or is he "not guilty"...? Those were your choices then. And your answer... Your answer spoke to what being a "lawyer" means to you...
Edgeworth:
Wright!
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
I have good news. Maya is now safe in police custody!
Pearl:
Really!?
Phoenix:
P-Pearls--
Pearl:
You're telling us the truth, right Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes... She's quite safe. She is on her way here as we speak in a patrol car.
Pearl:
Aaaaaaaaah! Mystic Maya! Mystic Maya's safe!! You did it! You really did it, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
(Oww... She punches deceptively hard for a kid...)
Pearl:
I... I believed in you. I kept saying to myself: Mr. Nick will save her... Mr. Nick will save her... Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Ah, um... Thanks.
Pearl:
Oh...
Phoenix:
What's wrong?
Pearl:
Ms. von Karma...
von Karma:
...
Phoenix:
Um... About earlier... Uh... Thanks... OWW!!
von Karma:
Why are you still smiling... Mr. Phoenix Wright!? You... You lost!! Your perfect win record has now been crushed! And yet... You are still happy!?
Phoenix:
... I don't think you'll ever understand... Ms. von Karma.
von Karma:
How dare you!?
Edgeworth:
Don't worry. She may in time. After all, I was like that myself, until a year ago...
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
For my own personal victories... and for guilty verdicts... I used every dirty trick in the book. And so my win record remained spotless. But... A man appeared and stood fast against that selfish me. I fought him in my usual manner, and tasted my first defeat. I felt like I had lost everything because of that. And then... It was my turn to sit in the defendant's chair. And I was saved... by that person I called my "enemy"... I couldn't forgive myself for all that had happened. So I left the Prosecutor's Office. And I left that note... "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death"...
von Karma:
Hmph, as well you should have. A prosecutor who has shamed himself with defeat should crawl into a hole and die!
Edgeworth:
...But that was not what happened. After I left the Prosecutor's Office, I finally came to realize something. And it was in that moment of clarity that everything began to change.
von Karma:
Wh-What foolish nonsense...
Edgeworth:
We prosecutors use anything we can to attack the defendant. But every time we did so...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
No matter how desperate the situation... instead of giving up like most people, that man would hold strong with his undying faith. And then, before I knew it... I began to trust in that man as well.
von Karma:
Wh-What!? You trusted your enemy!?
Edgeworth:
It doesn't matter how many underhanded tricks a person uses... The truth will always find a way to make itself known. The only thing we can do is to fight with the knowledge we hold and everything we have. Erasing the paradoxes one by one... It's never easy... We claw and scratch for every inch. But we will always eventually reach that one single truth. This I promise you.
Pearl:
The "truth"...
Edgeworth:
Yes. That's the reason why prosecutors and defense lawyers exist. But I'm sure you knew that already, didn't you Wright?
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
That's why you couldn't forgive me; this man who went into hiding. Isn't that right? This man who only had his sights set on "victory", who ran away into the night...
Pearl:
Ah! Is... Is Mr. Edgeworth right, Mr. Nick...!?
Phoenix:
(You really let me down...) When you disappeared, I felt... betrayed. The reason I decided to become a lawyer to begin with... Was because I believed in the things you said to me, all those years ago... And you... You betrayed your own words. That's why... one year ago, I made up my mind. I decided that the Miles Edgeworth I knew had died... ...At least, that's what I told myself.
von Karma:
You pathetic fool!
Pearl:
M-Ms. von Karma...
von Karma:
I don't want to hear the wretched whimpering of a disgraced loser! A Von Karma is someone who is destined to be perfect! Miles Edgeworth... You are no longer worthy! You are no longer worthy of being a Von Karma! And neither am I! It's over... It's all over!
Phoenix:
(Franziska threw something on the ground just now...)
Edgeworth:
This is... an electromagnetic receiver.
Phoenix:
Isn't that the thing she used to track Detective Gumshoe...?
Edgeworth:
I'll return this to the precinct later. There's something else...
Pearl:
Ah! Isn't that Ms. von Karma's whip!?
Edgeworth:
"I'll never set foot in another courtroom again"... I'm sure that's what she's saying by this action...
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
You should keep this, Wright.
Phoenix:
... Umm... OK.
???:
Nick!!
Phoenix:
......! M-M-M... MAYA!
Pearl:
Mystic Maya! Mystic Mayaaaaaaaa!
Maya:
Oh, Nick! I knew you would come through! You got Engarde convicted, like I knew you would... And on top of that, you even rescued me!
Phoenix:
Well, of course I did! You know I would never desert you! But we sure pressed our luck this trial... You're really lucky to be standing here!
Maya:
Whatever, whatever. Look, it's over, OK? Besides, if I did croak, I would just come back and haunt you like a bad ghost through Pearly!
Phoenix:
... (Is it really that easy to do something like that...?)
Maya:
... Th-Thanks a lot... Nick.
Phoenix:
Um... Don't mention it.
Edgeworth:
Maya...
Maya:
Oh, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Um... I'm relieved you're alright.
Maya:
Hey... It looks like you've made some real progress, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Umm... Well, I suppose I'm a little different from who I was a year ago.
Maya:
Heh...
*growwwwl...grrrrr...urrrr...*
Maya:
Alright! I think it's time we got out of this depressing place!
Phoenix:
Huh? Where are we going!?
Maya:
Food, Nick! FOOD! Grub! Chow! I'm starved! I'm so hungry even you look like a nice, juicy burger on a bun to me, Nick!
Phoenix:
Y-You think I look like a burger...? I'm a Prime Rib at least!
Pearl:
Come with us, Mr. Edgeworth! Please!!
Edgeworth:
Uh, um... If you insist...
Phoenix:
Alright... So how about we hit up our usual burger joint...?
Maya:
Don't be silly, Nick.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
This case messed up that awesome evening, and got in the way of my gourmet food. So I've decided that we have to make it up by having another feast!
Phoenix:
A-Another feast...?
Maya:
C'mon, Nick! FOOOOOOD!
March 23, 7:38 PMGatewater HotelHotel Lobby
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! Sorry to keep you guys waiting!
Phoenix:
Gumshoe! Are you alright!?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but I'm really embarrassed. I didn't think I would hit a telephone pole, of all things.
Phoenix:
A telephone pole...? (Then, it wasn't a red light that got him...?)
Lotta:
Ya did it again, City Boy. I felt like my dear ol' heart was gonna give out on me! And I ain't jokin'!
Powers:
Yeah! It was more exciting than the very last episode of the Steel Samurai!
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks...
Lotta:
Now lookie here, mister snooty prosecutor! Don't ya reckon ya bullied Mr. Wright too hard!? If ya don't start bein' a lot nicer to him, he might just kick it... Tonight, even!
Edgeworth:
Umm... I'll keep that in mind.
Lotta:
Well, come on now! Everyone gather 'round! Y'all are gonna get yer picture taken by a genuine professional photographer!
Phoenix:
(Looks like Lotta bought herself a new camera...)
Gumshoe:
Well, pal... At least we can put this messy case behind us now. Come on! Tonight's all about eating, so let's go chow down, pal!
Maya:
Amen to that, pal! Amen!
Powers:
You know, when you think about it, you were the one who saved the day, Detective!
Gumshoe:
Huh? Me? ...You really think so?
Edgeworth:
He's right. If it wasn't for the three items you took... I think this trial would have had a very different ending.
Gumshoe:
Ah, well, you know... It's... Ho ho. Ho ho ho ho. Ho ho ho ho ho. ...Huh? Wait. That's odd... When I ran off with the things from De Killer's hideout... I was sure I took 4 things total, sir.
Maya:
What?
Pearl:
Four?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I'm sure I put one of the items in my coat pocket...
Phoenix:
(There was a fourth item...?)
Lotta:
Aw, come on y'all. It's over! But whoo boy, I tell ya! You really are somethin' else! Between getting' accused of murder and getting' kidnapped... Never a dull moment with you, huh?
Maya:
Hahaha, you think?
Phoenix:
(Why does she look so happy about that...?)
Pearl:
But being shut away for two whole days... Weren't you scared...?
Maya:
Yeah, it was really scary. I felt so hopeless. So to keep my mind off of things, I drew a picture!
Lotta:
Sounds like ya had it rough, gal! So where's this picture of yers?
Pearl:
Yeah! I want to see it! I want to see Mystic Maya's picture!
Maya:
... Hmm... You know, I don't know where it went...
Pearl:
Aww... That's too bad...
Maya:
W-Well, it's alright! It wasn't anything important anyway.
Phoenix:
(Ah... It sure is nice to finally see them both smiling again.)
...*beep* *beep*... ...*beep* *beep*... ...*beep* *beep*...
Edgeworth:
...Hm?
Phoenix:
What is it, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This thing is picking something up.
Gumshoe:
Ah! That's! That's Ms. von Karma's receiver! Ugh. Thanks to her, I had the most awful experience of my life, sir! I can't believe she stuck a tracking device on me...
Edgeworth:
That's odd. Even though you're standing right here... The tracking device seems to be in a different location.
Gumshoe:
Oh... It's probably busted or something, sir.
Edgeworth:
... ...Well, it doesn't matter. I'm afraid it's about time for me to excuse myself. I still have some work to do.
Maya:
Huh!? But Mr. Edgeworth! You haven't even eaten anything yet!
Phoenix:
(And you've eaten way too much, you glutton!)
Edgeworth:
I had fun tonight. Now, if you'll excuse me...
Phoenix:
Wait.
Edgeworth:
What?
Phoenix:
... I just want to say... Thanks, Edgeworth. You really saved me out there.
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. If anyone should be saying thanks, it should be me, Wright.
Phoenix:
(I feel like words alone aren't enough here... I wonder if there's anything I can give him to express how I feel...?)
Present Whip
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
What's this...?
Phoenix:
Thank you... It's all thanks to you two. You... and her...
Edgeworth:
...
Leads to:
" You don't need to thank me. I was only doing my job."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
... What's this...?
Phoenix:
Um... It's my way of saying thanks...
Edgeworth:
... I... see... Well, it's the thought that counts...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess I'm not very good at this showing my appreciation thing...)
Leads to:
" You don't need to thank me. I was only doing my job."
Edgeworth:
You don't need to thank me. I was only doing my job.
Pearl:
It looks like Mr. Edgeworth has left, Mr. Nick. Hey, Mystic Maya?
Maya:
Hm? Yes, Pearly?
Pearl:
I guess you two can go back to being lovey-dovey, right? You and Mr. Nick, I mean...
Maya:
P-Pearly! Would you cut it out already!? You're embarrassing me!
Powers:
Um, anyway... So, who's paying for this lovely dinner party?
Maya:
As if you need to ask! Everyone say, "Thank you" to Nick!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Ah, yeah... I'm kinda at the point where I can't even buy instant noodles, pal. So I kinda already put your name on the bill.
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh?
Lotta:
Yeah, I got me a situation just like that myself. There's this camera shop in this hotel, see... And I just bought myself this good ol' beauty here! It'd better be anyhow for $3,000!
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Lotta:
Actually, I reckon ya bought it for me since it's on yer tab and all.
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Pearl:
Isn't this great, Mr. Nick!?
Maya:
Yeah, Nick!
Phoenix:
... (Why do I suddenly feel like screaming?)
Lotta:
Aww, ya don't need to hold back now, ya hear?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal! Time to let it all out!
Pearl:
This is going to be the first time I hear the real you.
Maya:
Go on! It's been a while since I heard you say it. I've been busy being a hostage and all.
Phoenix:
... Alright then... If you say so.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Maya:
You really came through for me, Nick! I had to hide that letter, but I knew you'd find it. I really feel like I've been living on the edge lately. I mean, I've escaped death three times now! Pretty cool, huh? I feel like a pro!
Pearl:
I'm so happy that you could save Mystic Maya, Mr. Nick! And I'm so happy for the two of you! Speaking of... I think this hotel is a popular place for honeymooners... So I sort of... made reservations for the two of you... Just in case...
Gumshoe:
Well, pal. It looks like I'm back on the force again. Mr. Edgeworth had a long talk with the Chief, and he got me reinstated for my sake! I heard he said things like, "Letting that one go is bad for all of society." I knew it! Crashing headlong into everything is the only way to live, pal!
Byrde:
I, Maggey Byrde, am retiring this uniform as of today, sir! I'm going to be a waitress from now on. And bring smiles and joy to the people who come by the restaurant, sir! I hope you'll stop by sometime, Mr. Wright!
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Are you here to visit a patient? Hmm... I'm Director Hotti... Hoh, hoh. Recently... Hmm, yes... That girl, you know... I haven't seen her around... Hmm, yes... But I remember... If I even laid so much as an eye on her, it would go, "Crack!". Hmm... ...It didn't matter if I got whipped though... Hmm... Hmm, yes... Hoh, hoh.
Max:
It's time to begin our quest of world circus domination sweetie!! And to let the world know we are serious, I plan to make a fabulous flight to Zimbabwe!
Regina:
Hey Max! What do you think Zimbabwe is like? Do you think there are castles made of cake, and bunnies who can talk...?
Max:
I think if there are any talking bunnies, even they won't laugh at Moe's jokes!
Moe:
I'm ready! I'm ready! There's no way these jokes are gonna fall on deaf ears. I'm going to be more contemporary with my humor! Moe Curls, R-R-R-Represent!
Trilo:
We've got our new act all worked out! Prepare for the "Hallelujah Chorus"!
Ben:
...
Trilo:
Say something will you! You're supposed to start this off! Get on with it...!!
Oldbag:
...What's this!? Drat, it's just an ordinary electric razor recharging on its stand! I can't believe this. Really! How long do they plan on making me do this!? Ah, but it's Edgey-poo's idea, so that means it must have a deep, hidden meaning. But... Why do I get the feeling... They wouldn't forget about me, would they? Ah, it was never like this in the old days! Everyone thought the world of me! They used to call me Queen Wendy, and treat me like royalty, and any man who hasn't heard about this is going to feel the pain of my heel, yes they're going to feel the burn, and speaking of burn, playing with fire is very dangerous and because of that, three of the warehouses where they stored the scenery were burned right down and that caused a huge stink that
Andrews:
I appreciate everything you and Mr. Edgeworth did for me from the bottom of my heart. Oh, that's right. I received a letter from Ms. von Karma. She said that after I get out, I should feel free to consult her about anything at all. I'm really thankful to have met everyone!
de Killer:
It has become difficult for me in this country as of late. As such, I will take a short leave of absence. If you would like to request my services, please be sure to visit my homepage. May we both be blessed with longevity.
March 23, 9:42 PMInternational DeparturesGate 12
Where are you going... Franziska?
von Karma:
...! How did you know I was here...?
Edgeworth:
With this.
von Karma:
That's...
Edgeworth:
I heard you were planting things on a certain person. Things like tracking devices in his coat, for example.
von Karma:
Hmph. That's just like you. I only planted it there because he was always wearing it. This... filthy, drab coat of his... I don't know how it ended up in my luggage. But it's going in the trash, I promise you that.
Edgeworth:
Oh, that's right... Speaking of that man... He told me something very interesting.
Gumshoe:
When I ran off with the things from De Killer's hideout... I was sure I took 4 things total, sir.
von Karma:
Four items...?
Edgeworth:
It seems he put the last one in his coat pocket.
von Karma:
He put it in here...? ... It doesn't matter anymore. The case is already over.
Edgeworth:
... What are you going to do now?
von Karma:
... That's none of your business.
Edgeworth:
Are you running away?
von Karma:
Shut up! You don't understand a thing! You can't possibly understand what it means to be "Manfred von Karma's daughter"!
Edgeworth:
Franziska...
von Karma:
So many expectations from everyone around me... Expectations I must fulfill! I'm expected to win no matter what. And failure? Such a thing is not an option for me! My father was a genius. There's no doubt about that! But... But me... I'm no genius. I've always known that.
Edgeworth:
...
von Karma:
But I... I had to be one. I had to.
Edgeworth:
... You may not be a genius like your father... But... You are a prosecutor. You have been and always will be.
von Karma:
...! No, I'm not... Not anymore. I've even thrown my whip away.
If the Whip was presented to Miles Edgeworth
Edgeworth:
Speaking of that... Wright gave me this to hold onto. (Wright... You knew something like this would happen, didn't you...?)
von Karma:
...
Edgeworth:
I'm going to say this again. We prosecutors do not fight for personal honor or pride. I hope you will think deeply... About what you should be striking down with that whip.
Leads to:
"... You haven't changed a bit..."
If the Whip was not presented to Miles Edgeworth
Edgeworth:
(Argh... Wright... You were supposed to give me the whip!)
Leads to:
"... You haven't changed a bit..."
von Karma:
... You haven't changed a bit... You've always... You've always left me alone and walked on ahead without me. Miles Edgeworth... I've always hated you.
Edgeworth:
...
von Karma:
And then... Finally, my chance to take my revenge on you arrived. If I could win against that man... If I could make Phoenix Wright bow down in defeat... Then this "girl" you left behind would have risen higher than you! That was supposed to be my "revenge"...
Edgeworth:
I see...
von Karma:
... You know, I can't do it... I can't change who I am. I can't throw away everything I've been until today.
Edgeworth:
I believe you can. Just like how Adrian Andrews did.
von Karma:
Adrian Andrews...?
Edgeworth:
You were going to use her during the trial, right? But you... You were "dependant" on your father by using his tactics. Isn't that right?
von Karma:
Hmph!
Edgeworth:
Today, you chased after me, after I had left you behind all these years. And that's why we're standing here now, side by side.
von Karma:
...!
Edgeworth:
But I have no intention of stopping. If you say you are going to quit your walk down the prosecutor's path... ... Then, this is where we part ways, Franziska von Karma.
von Karma:
... I... I... I am Franziska von Karma. Don't think I'm going to walk in your shadow forever... Our battle... begins now... so you had better prepare yourself, Miles Edgeworth!
Phoenix Wright... One day... Someday... I'm sure we'll meet again in battle. Until then... This last piece of evidence that never made it to you... I'll take good care of this fourth piece... So I can give it to you... when at last we meet again...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection denied.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection denied. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Matt Engarde...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
Game over
Festival Fever
Transcript
Town Square
Maya:
Woooooow. Check it out! The centre's totally filled with people.
Espella:
Mmm, that's right Maya. The town is getting ready for the annual fire festival.
Phoenix:
D-did you say fire festival? Seriously? You guys are STILL doing that?
Espella:
Yes, but it's all right. This time around, no one faints whenever they hear the bell ring. The town now has fresh water coming from the English mainland. No more biological hazards here.
Phoenix:
I-if you say so...
Layton:
I must say, Espella, Labyrinthians certainly are quite resilient.
Espella:
And the best part is, this year people from the mainland will be coming to town to see the festival for themselves.
Maya:
Woah, that's awesome.
Espella:
Labrelum Inc. held a competition, of which the winners will be brought here to participate.
Luke:
Oh, I saw posters for it all over London: "The Labyrinthia Fire Festival! This is one party that's too hot to miss!"
Layton:
Well, it's certainly quite the...intriguing competition.
Luke:
Huh? Look over there, by the bell tower... It's the Vigilantes!
Layton:
Right you are, Luke. Although I would have thought there was no longer a need for such tight security...
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Well, well, well! These are faces I've not seen in quite some time!
Layton:
My, if it isn't the captain of the Vigilantes himself. Mr Boistrum, was it? A pleasure to see you again.
Phoenix:
So, they've still got you patrolling the bell tower, huh?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
SIRS! Never before have I felt such a sense of justice, duty, pride, honour and fulfilment! I am burning with purpose.
Maya:
Burning? I'd say you're practically on fire.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
The upcoming fire festival will be exhilarating, fun-filled, filled with fun, fantastic! You might say it will be funtastic!
Layton:
...I see. You must be here to oversee the festival's fun levels, is that right?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Indeed! Hence why you find me in such an extremely busy state of affairs!
???:
...Umm, Captain!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Ah. It's you, Balmung. ...What do YOU want?!
Vigilante (Balmung):
Sir! I've set up my postcard booth and the beverage stalls, but...I am reporting a severe lack of space for the barbecue!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Hmm...in that case, place the barbecue over THERE and relocate your postcard booth over HERE!
???:
...A moment of your time, Captain.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Wh...what now? Ah, it's you, Lyewood, my trusted right-hand man.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
I think the barbecue should go HERE, sir. And the postcard booth would be best over THERE.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
S-silence! I have SPOKEN! You have your orders, now get to it!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
But, sir...wouldn't it be better if the smoke from the barbecue pointed AWAY from where the Miss Bezella contestants were gathered? I'm sure they'll be VERY thankful, sir... They'll probably even say, "Oh, that Captain Boistrum, isn't he just the best."
Vigilante (Boistrum):
............ Very well! The barbecue will go HERE. And the postcard booth will go across the way over THERE!
Vigilante (Balmung):
WHAAAAAAT?! But, sir! I worked REALLY hard on those postcards... No one is ever going to see them way over there...
Vigilante (Boistrum):
SILENCE! My mind is made up! Now go, Balmung, before I make you!
Vigilante (Balmung):
Uuuuuuuh...y-yes, sir.
Maya:
Poor Balmung... Dreams today, crushed tomorrow.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Hail, everyone. Long time no see. Remember me? Lyewood?
Layton:
Ah, yes. You're the...fourth Vigilante, if I'm not mistaken. Hmm, for some reason I seem to remember that... you became aware of your unconscious desire to usurp Captain Boistrum of his position, is that right?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Heh...I guess I did, didn't I? ...You know, my mind still goes there sometimes.
Luke:
Really?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Just thinking about how easily I could be pulling the captain's strings... It's more exciting than being captain myself.
Maya:
...Guys, remind me to never let Lyewood stand behind me in line.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Listen to Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil! Bein' ah Vigilante is serious business, lass!
Maya:
...Umm. Did anyone else see what the heck just flew up into the air?
Phoenix:
All those hamburgers have finally gone to your brain, Maya... Then again, it does seem extra lively all of a sudden.
Espella:
Yes. They've also started setting up for the Special Judgement tonight.
Luke:
Huh?! Espella, did you just say..."Special Judgement"? Th-then that means...
Espella:
No, no, Luke. It's nothing like the witch trials. It's going to be the main stage for the Miss Bezella Pageant.
Maya:
Umm...the Miss Bezella Pageant?
Espella:
That's right. The one who most embodies Bezella will be crowned Labyrinthia's Miss Bezella.
Maya:
I-I see...
Layton:
Again, I must say... Labyrinthians really are quite resilient.
Phoenix:
But, Espella, seeing as you actually WERE Bezella...you're a shoo-in to win this thing.
Espella:
Yes, I suppose so. But I'm actually not allowed to participate...since I'm considered to be a hall of famer, of sorts.
Phoenix:
R-right... (Next you're going to tell me you have your jersey in the "Witch Hall of Fame"...)
???:
Ahem! Good afternoon, everyone.
Maya:
Oh, hey! Good afternoon to you, too... uhh...whatever your name is...
Vigilante (Lottalance):
............ Yes, you're right. I get it. I'm more plain than butter on toast. ...In fact, you could say there isn't a single distinct thing about me and I'd completely agree with you.
Phoenix:
N-no, listen. We didn't mean...
Vigilante (Lottalance):
I am nothing but a cheap, inferior version of the others! A hopeless, empty shell destined to disappear...into obscurity!
Maya:
...Well, that's not quite as passionate as Boistrum, but you get an "A" for effort, I guess?
Layton:
I believe you must be the second Vigilante. Mr Lottalance.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Heh... Oh, I rid myself of that name a long time ago.
Luke:
Really...?
Vigilante (Lottalance):
See, I thought it was missing a certain... kick to it. I needed a name...MUCH longer. Something ridiculous, outrageous and absurd!
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Hey! Doon'cha even think about swipin' me neam, ye' sappy tin can!
Maya:
Nick, I SWEAR something keeps flying up into the air.
Phoenix:
So, Lottalance...in the end, what name did you decide on?
Vigilante (Lottalance):
It took all the brain power I could muster. But after hours of careful thought, I decided my new name should be... Lonloncelcellotlot! So? What do you think?
Maya:
Lonloncelcellotlot... I like it! It's like a roller coaster for your mouth.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Yet...everyone keeps telling me it's too long or that it's too much of a tongue-twister.
Maya:
Well, you know what they say about guys with long names... They're difficult to pronounce!
Vigilante (Lottalance):
...That's just the problem. It's so difficult, no one even tries. They've all gone back to calling me Lottalance, for the sake of ease...
Phoenix:
Umm, well...I guess it is a little less... confusing. Oh, hey... I definitely remember you. Mr Shakey, right?
Vigilante (Shakey):
I-i-i-it's a pleasure to see you again.
Phoenix:
So you're still doing the whole "gonna keel over any minute" thing, I see. Uhh...are you sure you're all right?
Vigilante (Shakey):
Y-yes. I-I...actually feel pretty good today... Th-the sun is shining... Th-the birds are chirping... M-my body is ready...
Vigilante (Servius):
...Hey there. Am I late to the party?
Luke:
Umm...who was this guy again?
Maya:
Oh, I know! This guy's really Lonloncelcellotlot!
Phoenix:
I don't think he's Lonlocello...urgh... Maya, you bring new meaning to the phrase "the gift of the gab".
Vigilante (Servius):
Heh, heh... Allow me to remind you. If it's my name you're after... then talk to the back!
Layton:
...Mr Servius, wasn't it? I see you've not changed much.
Vigilante (Servius):
That's right. I still spend my every waking moment basking in the unbridled avarice of being under her heel.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Why, hello there. You guys sure do know how to keep a girl waiting.
Maya:
Oh! Hey there! You're looking as "divine" as ever, I see.
Vigilante (Foxy):
I'm the steel angel gracing the Vigilantes with my sweet presence. My name's Foxy. Don't you dare forget it.
Phoenix:
(Trust me. With an intro like that, how could we ever forget?)
Vigilante (Foxy):
You all have impeccable taste, right? Of course you do. That's why you're going to cast your vote for me tonight.
Luke:
Cast our vote, Miss Foxy?
Vigilante (Foxy):
In the Miss Bezella Pageant, of course.
Maya:
Y'know, if we're talking about someone that most embodies Bezella, I'd say Foxy's got this thing in the bag. She's got that sorta...witchy vibe going on, don't you think?
Phoenix:
I dunno about "witchy", but she's definitely giving off some kind of vibe, that's for sure.
Espella:
Well, actually...the current favourite to win this year seems to be Aunt Patty.
Maya:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Espella:
Each candidate is ranked according to their flammability factor. The higher the factor, the more likely they are...to win.
Phoenix:
I-I see... (This pageant sure is...something.)
Layton:
By the way...I just noticed something rather odd.
Vigilante (Foxy):
And what's that?
Layton:
Miss Foxy, may I be so bold as to ask... what exactly are you sitting on?
Vigilante (Foxy):
............ Come now, isn't it obvious?
Vigilante (Treddon):
It's ME!
Maya:
AHHH! Foxy! Don't look now but, there's a guy under your butt!
Layton:
Y-you must be...
Vigilante (Treddon):
That's right! Vigilante number 8, Treddon at your service...err, well, at HER service!
Phoenix:
T-trust me...there's no way we'd forget you. (I think "human chair" falls under things you want to forget but can't...)
Vigilante (Treddon):
...Let me ask you guys a question. Have you noticed... that there are two kinds of people in this world?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Vigilante (Treddon):
There are those who sit and those who get sat on.
Phoenix:
Wh-whatever you say...
Vigilante (Treddon):
So? What do you say? Wanna try seeing the world from a whole new perspective?
Layton:
............ It would seem Miss Foxy, too, is enjoying the world from a much higher perspective. I must say, it is quite fascinating.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Mmm, I'm so glad you noticed. By the way, you know what? They won't just let anyone into the contest. There ARE try-outs.
Luke:
Did you say there are try-outs...?
Layton:
Miss Foxy, do you perhaps mean...
Vigilante (Foxy):
You got it. The try-outs are puzzle try-outs.
Layton:
...! If that is indeed the case... then allow me to throw my hat into the ring. Figuratively speaking, of course.
Puzzle #79: Chess BattleFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
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Vigilante (Foxy):
Well now, that didn't take long. Seems I've stumbled upon some stiff competition.
Maya:
C-competition...?
Vigilante (Foxy):
Exactly. This pageant is FAR from over! I don't plan on losing to anyone. And I mean ANYONE! Not Patty...and certainly not you!
Layton:
...!
Maya:
Umm, help me out here, Nick... Is the professor silent because he's insulted? ...Or is he actually proud?
Phoenix:
Maya, you're asking me about the professor here. This guy's like the biggest puzzle of them all...
Luke:
You know... it's quite exhausting trying to remember each and every one of the Vigilantes' names.
Phoenix:
I'll say. I think that's all of them, though... (Hmm... Why do I get the feeling there's still someone missing...)
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Vigilantes! Assemble! Today's security exercise is now complete! The perimeter is secured and the bell tower has been locked!
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Ah locked eht good, Ah deed!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Now! Vigilantes! Sound off! ...One!
Vigilante (Lottalance):
...Two!
Vigilante (Balmung):
...Three!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
...Four!
Vigilante (Shakey):
...F-f-f-f-f-five!
Vigilante (Servius):
...Six!
Vigilante (Foxy):
...Seven!
Vigilante (Treddon):
...Eight!
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
...Nayn!
............
Layton:
...Oh? It would appear there is one Vigilante missing...
Phoenix:
But, who could that be...?
Maya:
Do you think...maybe they're still Dzibilchaltunchunchucmilled up in the tower...?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
HEY! If anyone's up there, please answer!
............
Luke:
Hey! I can hear a voice!
Maya:
YOOOOOO! Speak up! We can't hear you!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
............ ...I say...
Phoenix:
A-are you kidding me? If anyone would be stuck up there, it had to be HIM...
Layton:
Well, then... It would appear our friend has managed to find a new napping spot.
To Be Continued...
Fire Festival
Transcript
Town Square
Layton:
You did not disappoint me, Mr Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
There's more to puzzles than I expected. Mr Layton, you are a worthy opponent.
Layton:
I can say the same to you, Mr Edgeworth.
Luke:
I won't be bested by any puzzle either, I'll have you know!
???:
Edgeworth, can I have a second?
Edgeworth:
What do you want, Wright?
Phoenix:
What the heck are you doing here?
Maya:
Ah, I know. He's here on the Legal League of Prosecutors' exchange!
Edgeworth:
Don't be silly.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Don't group me with types like you, who abuse business trips for pleasure.
Maya:
Ugh... Well, then is THAT why you're here?
Edgeworth:
Yes, indeed. You seem to have the right idea... I'm here because of Labrelum Inc.'s Drugs & Flames competition.
Maya:
............ That...wouldn't have ever crossed even my mind...
Phoenix:
Don't tell me...you won the trip.
Edgeworth:
Ah, but I'm afraid I must. I won the trip. I had a certain scruffy assistant of mine crack open millions of pills with his teeth to get the lucky one!
Phoenix:
(A scruffy assis- Oh brother... He did the work, and Edgeworth gets the trip. I guess some things never change...)
Maya:
By the way, Edgeworth... Are you serious about what you said earlier?
Edgeworth:
Of course I am. Do you think I merely throw words to the wind? I could not turn down a challenge from the famous "Puzzle Professor".
Phoenix:
No, what we mean is... You're going to participate in the pageant? The Miss Bezella Pageant?
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr Layton, show me what you've got!
Layton:
I do not intend to hold back, Mr Edgeworth!
Luke:
The professor won't lose to anyone! Not even to you, Mr Edgeworth!
Maya:
Man, these guys sure are competitive... They both hate to back down, too.
Phoenix:
Guys...you're talking about the Miss Bezella Pageant here...
Espella:
Excuse me, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Oh, Espella. What's up?
Espella:
I'm sorry, but I don't think I've been introduced to this gentleman.
Phoenix:
Ah, right... I totally forgot. Sorry! Say hello the Prodigy Prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Please...call me Miles. I'm...pleased to meet you.
Maya:
This guy is Nick's fierce rival from the Ace Attorney series! Prodigy Prosecutor sums him up pretty well, all right.
Espella:
Ah, so you're a prodigy. I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance.
Edgeworth:
............ Wright, I'd like a word with you.
Phoenix:
What is it?
Edgeworth:
What the heck were you thinking introducing me like that?
Phoenix:
You mean you don't like being called Prodigy Prosecutor? It can't be helped... I mean, you're a prodigy, aren't you?
Maya:
That's what they always say in the game magazines and on the internet...
Edgeworth:
Since we're all here with some time on our hands, I'm going to speak my mind to you. Put yourself in the shoes of a person who's constantly called a prodigy.
Phoenix:
...What are you getting at?
Edgeworth:
For example, if you were introduced as...
Phoenix Wright:
Prodigy Attorney
Edgeworth:
How would you feel about that?
Phoenix:
Ugh... That is a bit too much... I'll stick to "ace".
Layton:
You make a very good point. Should the same style of introduction be applied to us...
Hershel Layton:
Prodigy Professor
Luke Triton:
Prodigy Apprentice
Layton:
It would be rather awkward...
Luke:
It'd be like someone was making fun of us!
Edgeworth:
As you can see, publicly labeling someone as a prodigy is in very poor taste.
Maya:
You might feel that way about it, but I really like it.
Maya Fey:
Prodigy
Maya:
Sounds cool, huh?
Phoenix:
Maya's a special case... I have to agree with you, Edgeworth. That's why I'm usually introduced as just a keen lawyer or a rookie attorney.
Layton:
I seem to be generally introduced as a professor of archaeology, myself.
Edgeworth:
Then, I must ask why! Why am I the only one having to endure being called a prodigy all the time?! I'm not so shallow as to be flattered by the "Prodigy Prosecutor" title being slapped on me everywhere I go!
Phoenix:
I doubt anyone was saying it just to try and flatter you.
Edgeworth:
I'm getting treated like that, after all the hard work I've done... I've always supported you behind the scenes!
Maya:
All right, I have an idea. How about we call you Nick's Secret Fanboy Edgeworth from now on?
Edgeworth:
You always have to rub salt in a wound...
???:
Um...
Luke:
Since we're all here with some time on our hands, I'd like to speak my mind, too.
Maya:
Sure! What do you want to talk about? Is it food related?
Phoenix:
Maya... Anyway, Luke, go ahead.
Espella:
It's the perfect day to tell others what you really think.
Phoenix:
Ah, Espella! You do like to sneak up behind me, huh...
Espella:
The fire festival used to be a day when everyone could speak their mind freely.
Phoenix:
(First I'm hearing of this...)
Luke:
I'm always being referred to by words like "little", "young" and "boy". And you know what... I'm getting sick of being treated like a little kid! I can't stand it!
Maya:
Now that you mention it, you do get called "Little Luke" a lot, especially online.
Luke:
And what's more, wherever you see a short description of me, it's always something along these lines... "Professor Layton's self-proclaimed apprentice" or "young boy who calls himself Professor Layton's number one apprentice". I've been meaning to ask about this for some time now... But when will the professor officially recognise me as his apprentice?!
Phoenix:
............
Layton:
............
Maya:
Um, yeah... Well, we've learned today that it's not easy to come up with introductions that don't upset anyone.
Phoenix:
(Thanks for saving us from that uncomfortable silence, Maya.)
???:
Oh, there you are.
Ridelle:
News has reached me that you will be participating in the Miss Bezella Pageant.
Maya:
Hi there, Ridelle!
Ridelle:
Mr Layton, I knew you wouldn't miss this event. The puzzle-solving challenge should greatly impact your chances of winning the pageant, so I have heard.
Layton:
Well, now. This does sound like just my cup of tea. A gentleman leaves no puzzle unsolved.
Edgeworth:
Puzzles are an excellent brain-training tool. Although I personally prefer to warm up with chess.
Espella:
Aunt Patty always tells me to warm up the bread oven before doing anything else...
Ridelle:
How about... we warm up with my very own special puzzle before the contest?
Layton:
What a splendid idea. I was just about to make the same suggestion.
Edgeworth:
Heh, why not? It will help pass the time.
Ridelle:
So, you're ready for it...? Behold, Ridelle's brand new puzzle!
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Layton:
You did very well there, Luke.
Luke:
A gentleman in training never leaves a puzzle unsolved!
Maya:
Well, you've gotta admire that enthusiasm! You look all ready for the Miss Bezella Pageant!
Espella:
I'll be cheering for you, Luke!
Luke:
What...whaaaaaaaat?! Me? I'm going to participate...?
Phoenix:
(The plot thickens...and this story keeps getting even more twisted. In more ways than one.)
Ridelle:
Let's go, everyone! It is about time. The contestants should make their way to the pageant venue.
Edgeworth:
Shall we go, Mr Layton? Or have you lost your confidence, now that I'm your rival?
Layton:
Lose my confidence? Surely you jest, Mr Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
Yeah...go nuts, guys. I'll be cheering for you, Edg...um, both of you.
Edgeworth:
You're coming with us, Wright.
Phoenix:
What? But...I'm comfortable right here.
Ridelle:
If you could please hurry... Latecomers will be disqualified.
Phoenix:
D-disqualified?
Layton:
Don't worry, Mr Wright. You won't be left out. We have already signed you up for the pageant!
Phoenix:
Nooooo waaaaay!
Maya:
Okay, everyone, we can do this! Let's totally dominate the Miss Bezella Pageant!
Espella:
I'll give you some tips on how to be the perfect Bezella!
Ridelle:
I'm looking forward to testing your wits with my mysterious riddles.
Phoenix:
............ Maya...
Maya:
Hm? We'd better get going, Nick.
Phoenix:
I'd like to say something. My favourite word.
Layton:
Overruled, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Excuse me?
Edgeworth:
We don't have time for this now, Wright.
Espella:
Remember, Mr Wright. Whatever they say, just keep insisting that you are Bezella!
Luke:
Save your favourite word for later!
Phoenix:
............ It's the first time ever that I didn't get to say that word. My pointing finger's twitching...
Maya:
Come on, slowpokes!
To Be Continued...
Flour Everywhere
Transcript
E. Shopping Area
Maya:
Hey...it's Patty's shop! Maaaaan, this place really brings back some memories!
Luke:
Mmmm... I recognise this yummy smell!
Espella:
I want to surprise Aunt Patty today, so I've kept our visit a secret.
Layton:
Ah, Mrs Eclaire's bakery... It has been a while. I hope she's as jovial as ever.
Constantine:
Woof! Woof!
Phoenix:
Hey, look! It's Constantine. I wonder what he's doing here.
Constantine:
Grrrrr...
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Check out those pearly whites. He looks really happy to see you!
Phoenix:
Happy to see me? More like happy to have his favourite blue chew toy...
Eve:
Meow...
Luke:
Oh, look! Eve's here too. And looking as cute as ever!
Maya:
I wonder if Constantine and Eve are friends now... Hey, Luke. Why don't you ask and find out?
Luke:
Umm...okay. But you do realise these things are pretty personal questions, Maya. Even for a dog... So, Constantine... Are you and Eve on friendly terms now?
Constantine:
Woof! Ruff...woof!
Luke:
He said: "Friendship has no place on the battlefield! 'Tis nothing more than a fool's errand for a dog of knightly honour!"
Maya:
Affectionate as ever, Constantine! Not sure I'd call this place a "battlefield", exactly...
Phoenix:
Did anyone else notice that Eve is chewing on an éclair?
Espella:
Oh, Eve... You can't go eating Aunt Patty's pastries like that!
Eve:
...Meow.
Luke:
Just a moment, Espella! Eve said that the éclair was a present from Constantine!
Maya:
Wow! Really...? Luke, do that "animal whisper" thing again, and dig up some more dirt!
Luke:
Uhh... Okay, Maya. You've really taken quite an interest in their personal lives, haven't you? Is it true, Constantine? Did you give Eve that éclair as a present?
Constantine:
Woof, ruff!
Luke:
Constantine said that he doesn't recall having given anyone a present.
Maya:
Hear that, Nick? Constantine gave Eve a present. You could learn a thing or two from him...
Phoenix:
Huh...? What could I possibly learn from a dog?!
Constantine:
Grrrrr...rrrrr... Ruff ruff ruff...woof!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAARGH! AAAAAAHH! Why me?! Why does he always bite me...?!
Layton:
Perhaps he's merely expressing a fondness for you... Now then, shall we all go on in and see Mrs Eclaire?
Bakery
Luke:
Wow...the smell of freshly baked bread!
Layton:
This must be the work of a true artisan, Luke.
???:
Barnham:
Buy it. Take it. Eat it.
Layton:
Hmm... It would appear we have found a baker quite proficient in the use of cutting-edge methods, Luke.
Luke:
...He has such a fearsome expression as he's kneading that dough.
Layton:
Rather than "kneading" the dough, I'd say he's "punishing it into submission", Luke.
Phoenix:
I can almost hear the agonising screams of that poor, defenceless dough...
Maya:
Yeah. I bet the poor lump is wishing it had never been made...
Espella:
Um... Excuse me...Mr Barnham. ...The guests have arrived.
Barnham:
Hm...? Well, well, well... If it isn't Sir Blue Knight, the daunting defender of justice! ...And the intrepid Sir Top Hat, no less! I welcome you back to Labyrinthia, and insist that you enjoy your stay.
Phoenix:
I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't "insist" while drawing your sword and waving it in our faces...
Barnham:
Ah, the witch trials... They seem like but a dream from long ago... 'Tis hard to believe they truly happened.
Layton:
Indeed, it is. Especially given how peaceful the town now seems.
Luke:
But then... Why are you still wearing your armour, Mr Barnham?
Barnham:
According to the mistress of the bakery, a baker's apron is his armour. Thus, I choose to wear my armour as my apron, while doing battle with the dough both fairly and squarely.
Maya:
I've gotta admit, I'd expect nothing less from "Ex-Inquisitor" Barnham. He's baking Barnham-style, I guess.
Phoenix:
You're not wrong, Maya... But I've gotta say...I never pictured you becoming a baker, Barnham.
Espella:
Well, actually, Mr Barnham is only a part-time baker.
Maya:
Just a little side job, huh?
Espella:
He's kindly agreed to stay here for a while and help out in the shop.
Barnham:
I, err...have recently found myself in need of some extra coin. What little I make here helps out a bit. And living here also means that Constantine gets to eat all the fresh éclair he desires.
Phoenix:
(So that "present" to Eve was a leftover...)
Maya:
Anyway, how come you need money so bad? Are you paying back a loan on that armour or something?
Layton:
As fearlessly direct as ever, Miss Fey.
Barnham:
Well, in truth...I am planning to use the extra money to buy something special. You could say...a gift, of sorts...
Maya:
What?! Did you say "gift"? So, who's the lucky lady, Barnham?
Phoenix:
...L-lucky lady? Assuming it IS for a girl, I wouldn't get your hopes up, Maya...
Barnham:
........................ I-I have just noticed the dough for the bread rolls is now prime and ready for the flames! I-if you will excuse me...
Maya:
Hey! Barnham...
Barnham:
Soft doughy rolls, delight of Labyrinthia! May the fire's embrace bake you!
Luke:
Professor! There goes that agonising scream from the dough again...and it's intensified!
Layton:
Well, my boy, I'm sure it's all part and parcel of the roll-making process.
Maya:
But I wonder... is Patty even paying him for any of this?
Phoenix:
Well...since he's staying at the bakery too, I guess he's like a live-in apprentice.
Luke:
An...apprentice? Is that normal for a bakery?
Layton:
Hmm... Well, the apprenticeship system has been around since the Middle Ages...albeit not generally in the field of bread-making.
Maya:
Anyway, worst-case scenario, I guess she'll at least be paying him in bread, right?
Phoenix:
I suppose bread would be better than nothing...
???:
Hold it right there... Did my ears deceive me...or did you just say "worst-case scenario"...?
Phoenix:
Th-that voice... I know that voice...
???:
And what's more... ...I could have sworn I just heard the words "better than nothing".
Maya:
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-boss!
Phoenix:
YIKES! I mean...h-hey there, Patty!
Patty:
Now, I'm sure you both know what happens in MY bakery... when you belittle the importance of bread, do you not?
Maya:
No... Not the rolling pin! Quick, Barnham! Help us! H-he's gone!
Patty:
Right, you two... Prepare yourselves... Because there's no backing away now... from this delightfully challenging puzzle that has absolutely nothing to do with bread!
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Patty:
Really, Espella... You should have let me know in advance that you were planning to invite everyone here! If I'd known, I could have prepared a big batch of my best hot buns!
Espella:
I'm sorry, Aunt Patty... I wanted to surprise you.
Patty:
Phoenix, Maya, how have you both been? I bet you're really rolling in the dough these days, aren't you?
Phoenix:
Yeah, we can't complain, I mean, we make enough to get by. Unless...I wonder if we're talking about the same thing here...
Maya:
I, uhh...don't think it matters either way, Nick.
Luke:
Phew...looks like that puzzle helped calm Mrs Eclaire down a bit.
Layton:
Indeed, Luke. I'm delighted to see that friendly smile once again.
Espella:
Oh! I almost forgot...
Phoenix:
What's up, Espella?
Espella:
I need to prepare a present too...
Luke:
Really? You too, Espella?
Maya:
So...who's your present for, Espella?
Espella:
It's for Eve... Her birthday's coming up soon.
Maya:
Wow, no kidding? ...Eve's birthday, huh... ...Wait! Didn't Barnham say something about a super-special gift?
Phoenix:
You don't mean...he's been baking a present for Eve's birthday?
Luke:
Now that's a surprise! Do you think maybe Mr Barnham has a soft spot for Miss Eve?
Layton:
I must confess, this is rather intriguing.
Maya:
Aww! That's so romantic! Wouldn't you say, Nick?
Phoenix:
Uh, y-yeah... I guess so.
Barnham:
Barnham:
I will say this but one time... Romance has no place on the battlefield. 'Tis nothing more than a fool's errand for a baker of knightly honour!
Phoenix:
........................
Maya:
........................ Boy... Like master, like dog...
To Be Continued...
In a First-Class Cabin
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6th January, 6:23 p.m. SS Burya, First-Class Cabin No. 1
Kazuma:
It's almost two weeks now since we left Japan. I can't believe how quickly time has gone. So...our next port of call will be Shanghai.
*Knock knock knock*
Kazuma:
Who's there? (Who could it be at this hour?)
???:
...A detective.
Kazuma:
'A detective'? Who?
???:
...A great detective.
Kazuma:
(...I don't get it. What's a great detective-)
???:
If you would just be so kind as to open the door?
Kazuma:
Oh, yes, sorry. Of course.
*Click clack*
Kazuma:
Is something wrong, detective? Are you investigating a case?
???:
Wherever a great detective goes, great cases occur. Indeed, I am the root of all evil.
Kazuma:
S-Sorry? (Then I don't think I want you in my cabin.)
???:
Under our very noses on this steamship, a terrible theft has just occurred.
Kazuma:
What?!
???:
You noticed, I presume, the brief power failure a short while ago?
Kazuma:
Oh yes. The power couldn't have been out for more than ten minutes, though.
???:
Indeed. Yet that was ample time for this wicked crime to be perpetrated.
Kazuma:
I see... Well, clearly it's a case that needs investigating.
???:
Precisely. The culprit ran away in this direction. Down the first-class cabin passageway here.
Kazuma:
Really? The thief came this way?
???:
I'm quite sure of it, It may have escaped the attention of the dim-witted crew, but not of the great detective. To that end, I would be obliged if you would allow me to investigate here in this cabin.
Kazuma:
...! Um...well...
???:
How curious. Is there some reason why it would inconvenience you to have your cabin searched?
Kazuma:
(Inconvenience me? Well... I'd be lying if I said no. After all... ...there's a stowaway in that wardrobe right over there!) It's just me in here, you see. No one else. So you might perhaps want to focus your attention on one of the other first-class cabins.
???:
As it happens... ...you are the only first-class passenger at present. The other cabins are vacant.
Kazuma:
Oh!
.........*Groan*
Kazuma:
.........
???:
Did that rather tragic rumbling of the stomach arise from within you, my good fellow?
Kazuma:
...Of course. As I said, I'm the only person in here. It's not long until dinner time now, so...perhaps we could do this afterwards?
???:
I do apologise, sir, but it is of the first importance that the investigation is not delayed. Now...if you'll excuse me.
Kazuma:
(Wait... Where did he go? How did he suddenly move all the way over there?!)
???:
Yes, without a doubt. If the culprit were to be hiding in this cabin... ...it would have to be inside this wardrobe. I shall need to examine this wardrobe thoroughly. I presume you have no objection?
Kazuma:
...I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to decline. Really, you won't find any-
Achoo! Achoo!
Kazuma:
.........
???:
Did those two rather tragic sneezes...arise from your good self?
Kazuma:
Of, of course they did! As I said, I'm the only person in here!
???:
You have a curious knack of talking while sneezing, then? Twice, no less.
Kazuma:
...! (This is going to be a tough one to argue...)
???:
I was watching you quite intently, sir. And I assure you I saw no signs of a sneeze.
Kazuma:
(Argh! Couldn't Ryunosuke have held his nose?!)
???:
...As I was saying, I shall need to examine this wardrobe.
Kazuma:
(We've had it now then. The game's up...)
*Click creeeeeeak*
.........
.........
.........
???:
Hm...nobody hiding in there, it seems.
Kazuma:
Wh...WHAT?!
???:
You seem surprised.
Kazuma:
No! Not! At all! (YES I AM! He was in there, for sure! I shut the doors on him myself!)
*Knock knock knock*
Kazuma:
(More visitors? Who's this now?)
*Click clack*
Strogenov:
Excusing me!
Kazuma:
Oh, Seaman Strogenov?
Strogenov:
Sorry for disturbing, but crime has been committed on board ship.
Kazuma:
Yes, I heard. A terrible theft, apparently.
Strogenov:
How do you know this?!
Kazuma:
Ah, well, the detective here just informed me, you see.
Strogenov:
Detective?
Kazuma:
Yes, I assumed you must have asked him to investigate. Detective, could you...? (Wh-Where did he go?)
Strogenov:
I must ask you to cooperate with investigation into this crime. Fully.
Kazuma:
(Uh-oh, he's glaring at the wardrobe already.)
*Click creeeeeeak*
Strogenov:
Aaaaargh!
???:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Well done, you found me!
Kazuma:
Wh-What are you doing hiding in my wardrobe?
???:
My good man, I was merely assessing the practicality of concealment in such a place. And I would say that, at a push, a human could survive for up to five minutes in that cramped space.
Kazuma:
(Ryunosuke's been in there for a fortnight. ...Is he not human?)
Strogenov:
Who are you?
???:
Ssh! This is the moment of truth! The great detective is about to unveil the sordid details of this wretched crime.
Kazuma:
You, you mean to say...?
???:
Yes, there can be no doubt that the culprit of this terrible theft... ...did indeed conceal himself within this wardrobe!
Strogenov:
WHAT?!
Kazuma:
But, but that's impossible! He couldn't have done. (Because my best friend was in there the entire time. Or at least, I thought he was...)
Strogenov:
How can you be sure of this?
???:
Elementary, my dear fellow. The criminal left behind the most revealing evidence. How else could you explain...these three bones?!
Strogenov:
Ah!
Kazuma:
(What the...? He's right. look at those gnawed bones in there. And three of them...!)
Strogenov:
Argh! The kriminal has escaped this time! But I will find him...and crush him!
Kazuma:
...Um, could I ask you something, detective?
???:
Why yes, of course. I am always delighted to answer an enquiring mind.
Kazuma:
In this 'terrible theft', what exactly was stolen?
???:
Ah-ha! What else...but some steaks on the rib bone!
Kazuma:
Huh? Did...did you say, 'steaks on the rib bone'?
Strogenov:
For this evening's dinner. Three rib steaks were stolen from ship's kitchen only short time ago. There was malfunction with generator and ship was without lights for ten minutes. Chef who saw kriminal said that he ran away down first-class passageway. And now I am on his tail!
???:
I'm afraid to say, dear fellow, that your man is no longer in this cabin.
Strogenov:
But...how?
???:
Through the cabin door, no less. Having devoured his haul in this wardrobe, the culprit discarded the bones... ...and concealed himself behind the cabin door as you came inside. Then... ...when attention was turned to the wardrobe, he seized his chance to escape through the open door!
Strogenov:
What?!
???:
Make haste, my good man! After the culprit! I shall follow presently.
Strogenov:
Hold it!
???:
...Something troubles you, sir?
Strogenov:
I think maybe...kriminal is not running away at all!
Kazuma:
...! What are you suggesting?
Strogenov:
Now I know where the dog is buried. ...Mr Asogi.
Kazuma:
M-Me?
Strogenov:
Da! When I think that you are culprit, everything is falling in places.
Kazuma:
...!
Strogenov:
The kriminal that disappeared in first-class passageway... The bones in the wardrobe... All clues are pointing their fingers at you!
Kazuma:
D-Don't be ridiculous! I would never...
???:
Yes, yes, of course. I established at once that you couldn't be the perpetrator of this crime.
Kazuma:
You did?
Strogenov:
Why? How are you so sure?
???:
My dear fellow... ...there are but two things in this world on which one can rely with total certainty.
Strogenov:
What two things?
???:
The first, is the word of a great detective. And the second...
*Groan*
???:
The second is the tragic rumbling of an empty belly.
Kazuma:
Ah! (Not again!)
???:
When I first entered this cabin... ...there did arise from this gentleman a belly rumbling so odiously tragic, that it confirmed beyond all doubt... ...that the man had not eaten a single rib steak in some time, let alone three!
*Groan*
Kazuma:
(Why do I have to suffer this humiliation? When I've done nothing wrong!)
Strogenov:
......... Curses! I will catch this thief! He cannot have gone far!
???:
Indeed. Assuming he decided against a post-meal constitutional swim. Well, if you will excuse me now. My apologies for upsetting your evening.
Kazuma:
Detective! One moment, please.
???:
Yes?
Kazuma:
That was...a most remarkable deduction. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to tell me your name?
???:
Ah, it quite slipped my mind. You have been talking with the one and only...
Sholmes:
...Herlock Sholmes!
Kazuma:
I see. Well, I'm Kazuma Asogi. I'm a student, on my way to Great Britain.
Sholmes:
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr Asogi. Oh, and before I forget...
Kazuma:
Yes?
Sholmes:
...I feel I should warn you. Live cargo is strictly forbidden on this vessel. So you would do well to conceal the stowaway currently lying low under your bed as carefully as possible.
Kazuma:
Oh... (Under the bed...?)
Sholmes:
I bid you farewell then...Mr Asogi.
Kazuma:
(He's uncovered our secret! I supposed I should have expected nothing less...of a great detective.)
Kazuma:
Now then... ...when did you move in under the bed? I thought we'd had it when he opened the wardrobe door.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, well, it was thanks to that split-second chance you engineered.
Kazuma:
That I what?
Ryunosuke:
You distracted him for a moment, remember? When you suggested that he investigated the other cabins instead.
Kazuma:
Oh yes. He turned to look towards the corridor, didn't he?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I couldn't see what he was doing, of course. But I thought to myself, 'It's now or never!' and the next thing I knew, I was under the bed!
Kazuma:
You really know how to give me a scare, don't you? Anyway... ...what's all this about the rib steaks, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...sorry about that. I've, I've just been so hungry!
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Ever since we left Japan, stuck in that tiny wardrobe... Well, you should know! You've been splitting all your meals with me, You must be starving, too, surely?
Kazuma:
*Grooooan* (Right on cue...)
Ryunosuke:
And there was that power cut before, wasn't there? For about ten minutes.
Kazuma:
So it was then...
Ryunosuke:
I caught a whiff of the most delicious smell. And I thought to myself, 'It's now or never!' The next thing I knew, I had the steak in my hands.
Kazuma:
(This man just can't help getting himself into trouble.) Well alright, you were hungry. But three steaks? Thanks to you, three crewmen are going to go without tonight, I imagine.
Ryunosuke:
No, it was just the one.
Kazuma:
What?
Ryunosuke:
I only took one rib steak from the kitchen, that's all.
Kazuma:
But...I don't understand.
Ryunosuke:
Hey, I'm not that selfish! If I'd stolen three steaks, I'd at least have tossed one your way.
Kazuma:
...I'm not your pet dog. Well in that case...who stole the other two?
Ryunosuke:
......... Ah! Do you think...? C-Could there be a g-g-ghost on board? A m-m-meat-loving g-g-g-ghost?
Kazuma:
(There can only have been a single bone in the wardrobe when Ryunosuke moved to hide under the bed. Which means that the other two bones can only have been put there by one very flesh-and-blood person...) ...Haha...
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What's so funny? We're on a h-h-haunted g-ghost ship!
Kazuma:
A great detective...or a great mischief-maker? (Either way...I think I'd like to spend a little more time getting to know that man. The great Herr Lock Sholmes...)
In Mr. Natsume's Room
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23rd February, 4:09 p.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Defendants' Antechamber 5
Susato:
So...Mr Natsume... ...are you really returning home? To Japan.
Soseki:
Yes, indeed I am. Everything is arranged already.
Iris:
We'll be sad to see you go. And after Runo worked so hard to prove your innocence as well. What a shame. It feels like it was all a wasted effort.
Soseki:
DON'T SAY THAT! I, I know what you're suggesting!
Ryunosuke:
Now calm down, Mr Natsume. It's all fine, really.
Sholmes:
You are in good company here, sir. If you fear the Reaper, you needn't hide the fact.
Soseki:
I am a proud citizen of the Empire of Japan! I'M NOT A SCAREDY-CAT!
Ryunosuke:
(Talking of cats...Mr Sholmes just casually threw one among the pigeons there.)
Soseki:
A man like me belongs in Japan, not here. That's what I've come to realise!
Sholmes:
Hm, I wonder. A moustache such as yours is eminently suited to London, I would say.
Ryunosuke:
(There goes Mr Sholmes throwing another cat in!)
Soseki:
The moment I arrived in this city, I noticed. Everyone in London laughs at me behind my back! Like hyenas!
Hysterical Hyenas Haha-ing Horribly!
Susato:
I'm, I'm sure that's not true, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
Oh but it is. Whenever I turn around and peer down the fog-filled streets, all I see is foreigners everywhere.
Iris:
Well, there's you, Runo and Susie in here, so that's three foreigners out of five people... I take your point!
Soseki:
Only the other day, I was taking a stroll through the fog as usual, when a young man approached me from ahead. He was pale and gaunt, his back arched like a cat. Observing his wretchedness moved me so deeply. 'Ah,' I thought to myself, 'I'm not the only one suffering in this hell!' But...do you know what? Can you imagine?! It was just my own reflection in a shop window.
A Stunning, Stinging, Stupefying Surprise!
Ryunosuke:
...Don't forget 'Slap in the face'.
Soseki:
Everyone started laughing at me. Gentlemen thereabouts, ladies passing by, even the man in the shop window!
Sholmes:
Ah yes. And a certain great detective would like to be included among the mirthful.
Soseki:
ARGH!
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes is really going for Soseki-san today!)
Iris:
Well, I for one think you're a very handsome man, Mr Natsume.
Ryunosuke:
There, did you hear that? This ten-year-old girl thinks you're handsome. Isn't that wonderful?
Soseki:
......... That makes me feel suspiciously warm inside.
Ryunosuke:
(He looks genuinely delighted.)
Soseki:
The point is...we Japanese are HUMBLE and MODEST! Studying on foreign soil, surrounded by foreign people... How could anyone POSSIBLY enjoy that?! No one could! It's impossible! ...If you're a genuine Japanese!
Iris:
Hm, if you say so...
Susato:
Actually, it would appear...that there IS someone. A Japanese man who studied in a foreign country and seems to have thrived on the experience.
Soseki:
There is?
Susato:
Mr Ogai Mori. I believe he studied in Germany.
Sholmes:
Mr Mori? Pray, tell us more of the fellow.
Susato:
Well today, he's a very successful author in Japan.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I've heard of him. He's the professor who wrote 'Mai-hime', isn't he?
Iris:
My...heemeh?
Ryunosuke:
I suppose in English, the title would be...'Dancing Queen' maybe?
Iris:
Oh, I see... A tale of a woman who waltzed her way through the world, perhaps?
Susato:
You really needn't make up a silly translation, you know. It's already officially called 'The Dancing Girl' in English. It seems Mr Mori greatly enjoyed his time in Germany. He became close with a local lady while he was there.
Soseki:
C-Close, you say? With a l-l-local lady?
A Compatriot's Criminally Contradictory Conduct!
Ryunosuke:
Well...I suppose your experience of studying abroad depends to a large extent on your character.
Soseki:
Ugh. As they say...
Many Men, Many Minds!
Sholmes:
Mr Mori has an open mind. Mr Natsume, a closed one.
Ryunosuke:
...Possibly a slightly black-and-white view, do you think, Mr Sholmes?
Iris:
Well anyway... ...if that's how you feel about being abroad, why did you choose to study here?
Ryunosuke:
Wasn't it to further our nation's understanding of the English language or something?
Soseki:
Yes, yes, that's right.
Ryunosuke:
So what were you doing in Japan before you came to Great Britain then?
Soseki:
I was a school teacher. Of English, of course.
Susato:
A bit cursory, perhaps, but I've managed to discover some information about Mr Natsume's teaching days.
Ryunosuke:
...That's just a little outside the field of law, isn't it, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Well, let me pose you a question, Mr Naruhodo: If you had to translate the English phrase 'I love you' into Japanese, what would it become?
Ryunosuke:
That's easy. 'Aishiteru' or 'Suki desu'.
Susato:
Wrong! ...According to Mr Natsume's teachings, at least.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
Would you like to explain, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
Yes, yes, of course. Your research was very thorough. I always used to tell my students... ...that we Japanese don't express ourselves that way. Rather, we might say, 'Tsuki ga kirei desu ne.'
Sholmes:
My dear Mr Natsume, I must interject! 'Tsuki ga kirei desu ne' would translate as 'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?'
Soseki:
I KNOW THAT!
Susato:
The point is that we Japanese are reticent when it comes to expressing our emotions. We prefer to show our feelings of adoration - our 'suki' - by approaching the beauty of the moon - the 'tsuki'.
Sholmes:
Ah, using the 'tsuki' to express 'suki'! It's an amusing play on words, I see.
Soseki:
No! ...Or in language YOU might understand better: BAD SHOLMES! It's not a play on words! It's subtle. It's humble. It's fleeting and beautiful. It's ART!
Iris:
Isn't it just...being shy?
Soseki:
Ah.
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, the foreign 'dancing girl' will forever be out of your reach with such an attitude.
Soseki:
Ugh...
Sholmes:
Imagine how the great Mr Mori would act. He would win the lady's heart in a flash with a well-placed and unrestrained 'I love you!'
Soseki:
ARGH! That smooth Mr Mori! Am I destined to live in his shadow forever?!
Ryunosuke:
...Just what sort of man is he in that imagination of yours?
Soseki:
The fact is, I just can't settle in this foggy London town with all its foreign inhabitants. I've lost count of the number of different lodgings I tried before I found myself here. As it happens...I even lived on Baker Street at one time.
Iris:
No! Really?
Soseki:
A Sao scholar lives near there. A man by the name of William James Craig. His knowledge of Sao is unsurpassed. He's been a great inspiration to me over the-
Sholmes:
Forgive the interruption, but...am I supposed to be familiar with this 'Sao' of which you speak?
Soseki:
It's Shakespeare, of course, Shakespeare! But in Japanese, we write it as 'Sa' and 'o'. It's a phonetic representation using kanji characters. So, 'England' is 'I-gi-risu' and 'America' is 'A-me-ri-ka'.
Ryunosuke:
Come to think of it, we use the same character as 'ri' in one word and 'risu' in another. Talk about confusing!
Sholmes:
Hm, so Shakespeare is 'Sa-o' in Japanese... Presumably the 'Sa' is a brutal attempt at the first 'Sha'. In which case, where is the '-kespeare'?
Susato:
I'd never thought of that. We only have the 'o' left...
Sholmes:
Which could, even in the most charitable interpretation, only be a brutal attempt at 'old man'.
Iris:
It seems to me that whoever had the job of deciding on the characters for his name got bored very early on.
Soseki:
Complete Kanji Character Catastrophe!
Sholmes:
So then...on to the burning question! What about me? How do you write my name?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
Herlock Sholmes, my dear fellow! There must be Japanese characters for my name!
Susato:
Oh dear... I am sorry, Mr Sholmes, but none exist that I'm aware of.
Sholmes:
WHAAAAAAAT?! Am I really NOTHING to you Japanese? In that case, it is a matter of paramount importance. You must construct my name in kanji at once!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Erm...well...we could use a kanji that's pronounced 'So' to start with, and then use one more to give... ...'So-o', perhaps? I think that would be about right, Mr Sholmes.
Susato:
But...that's almost the same as Sao, isn't it?
Sholmes:
Yes! You employed the dreaded 'o'! I don't want people to confuse me with an old man who died centuries ago!
Ryunosuke:
...I'm sure the world's greatest literary figure would rather not be confused with you, either.
Sholmes:
Well the world's greatest detective is still youthful and full of vigour. So how about 'So-handsome'?
Susato:
Oh yes, that sounds wonderful! I'm sure EVERYONE will be calling you that a hundred years from now!
Ryunosuke:
(How can she say that with a straight face?)
Iris:
What about me, then? Iris. Perhaps 'Ai-hime'...since the second character doesn't seem to matter?
Susato:
Ai-hime? Oh yes! 'Princess of Love'! That's an adorable name for you, Iris!
Soseki:
STOP! PLEASE! With a name like that, Mr Mori is likely to turn up at any moment and rashly declare 'I love you!'
Ryunosuke:
(This Mori-san has become quite a character in Soseki-san's mind.)
Sholmes:
And you, Mr Naruhodo. Might I venture 'Kuro-bozu' as a fitting name for you? As in 'the dark monk'.
Iris:
Oh, that's very good. It describes you perfectly, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
So you think I'll be wearing this black varsity uniform for the rest of my days, do you?
Susato:
But Mr Naruhodo already has a Japanese name. I don't believe he needs another.
Iris:
Well anyway... ...we were talking about your life here in London, weren't we, Mr Natsume? You should just get out and have fun!
Soseki:
Ugh...the landlady has said as much to me, too.
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Garrideb?
Soseki:
But it wasn't fun at all. It was frightful.
Susato:
Whatever do you mean?
Soseki:
A CYCLE INCIDENT!
Ryunosuke:
An incident? On a bicycle? Oh, yes, come to think of it... ...there's an old bicycle parked just outside, isn't there? It's in a sorry state, though.
Soseki:
I tried to say 'no' to her, but she insisted I took it for a ride. Perhaps my pronunciation was wrong... So I took my life in my hands and attempted to ride the steel, spider-webbed stallion to a nearby park.
Susato:
I really don't think there's anything wrong with your pronunciation, Mr Natsume.
Ryunosuke:
(Joan Garrideb just isn't the kind of woman to take no for an answer...)
Soseki:
If you're going to die, you might as well die in beautiful surroundings. So the park was my first thought. After a whole day of dicing with death, I emerged with only relatively minor bruises.
Ryunosuke:
So...you got the knack of it?
Soseki:
Don't be silly! Dying...isn't something you can learn to do!
Susato:
......... Um, Mr Natsume, you keep talking about dicing with death and dying and so forth, but... ...riding a bicycle is supposed to be fun.
Soseki:
Oh no, that's just what people tell you. But it's an old wives' tale.
Susato:
Is it?
Soseki:
I mean, just consider the real name of the vehicle... It's not called a die-cycle for nothing! How anyone expects to use such an aptly named vehicle to move forwards is beyond me!
Pedal Power Promises Pain!
Susato:
...I didn't think it was possible to get worse with practice.
Soseki:
I'm lucky to be alive! Although, I must say... ...after looking death in the eye for a whole week, I did at least manage to mount the steed reliably. And notwithstanding a few wobbles, I found I could make progress in the forward direction.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...what a triumph...
Sholmes:
Deduction is much the same. When first presented with a problem, the mental exertion of trying to solve it leads only to bitter disappointment. But after a week of picking one's way carefully along the path of reasoning and thought, one begins to see results.
Ryunosuke:
So...is that why all of your off-the-cuff deductions always seem half-baked?
Susato:
What a wonderful insight into your extraordinary mind, Mr Sholmes!
Soseki:
Unfortunately, after wobbling down the street, I noticed there were little stones everywhere. Deathtraps. 'Not that way!' I said to myself. But the wild vehicle wouldn't listen... It wobbled me on and on down the street... So OF COURSE! I hit one of those DEADLY stones, and the crazy colt threw me! It's just my luck. Die-cycles are the epitome of my pitiful life...
Ryunosuke:
I...wish I could disagree...
Iris:
On the same subject... ...I'm sure there's a famous American author who's written about having a similar experience.
Susato:
Oh yes. I've read that essay, too, Iris.
Ryunosuke:
(...Some of us are better read than others.)
Soseki:
Well no more die-cycles for me.
Susato:
Oh, Mr Natsume, at least you have an interesting anecdote to take with you back to Japan, if nothing else.
Ryunosuke:
...You always manage to put a positive spin on things, don't you, Miss Susato?
Sholmes:
Personally, I haven't mounted a bicycle for some time.
Iris:
No, me neither.
Soseki:
That's good.
Sholmes:
So how about a jaunt? We shall all ride out together!
Soseki:
Huh?
Ryunosuke:
That sounds great. I'll perch behind Miss Susato.
Soseki:
But...but...THE SUN IS GOING DOWN! It will be pitch-black before long!
Iris:
London's streetlamps are very bright, you know. And the fog isn't too thick today.
Soseki:
AND MY BELOVED RIDE IS ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE!
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, if you are bound to topple the vehicle anyway, it's fitting that it's already bent out of shape.
Iris:
It's settled then! Come along, Mr Natsume! Shall we go?
Soseki:
......... Tsuki ga kirei desu ne.
Ryunosuke:
(...Don't tell me that's his translation of 'No, thank you', as well?)
Sholmes:
Indeed, Mr Natsume. The moon is at its most beautiful at precisely this time in the evening!
Soseki:
Oh.
Iris:
We're not Japanese. You can't beat around the bush with us!
Soseki:
.........
What a Weird and Wonderful World!
In Sholmes's Suite
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9th March, 8:23 a.m.
Sholmes's Suite
Susato:
Good morning, Iris. Good morning, Mr Sholmes.
Iris:
Oh, morning, Susie! I'll get breakfast on the table for us all.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...Mr Sholmes... Morning...
Sholmes:
Come now, why the long face?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...sorry. The thing is... ...I just had a rather strange envelope posted under my door this morning. With some rather strange things inside.
Susato:
What strange things?
Iris:
Ooh, what is it, Runo? Do I catch the scent of mystery in the air?
Ryunosuke:
Nothing so exciting, I'm afraid, Iris. It was just five orange pips. I can't imagine what it could possibly-
Susato:
Whaaaaaat?! O-Orange pips, Mr Naruhodo? And f-f-five of them?
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter with you? That's a bit of an overreaction, isn't it?
Susato:
An overreaction?! Mr Naruhodo, you, you don't understand! It's a warning. A notice of imminent danger...to your life!
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?! To, to my life? What's the meaning of all this...Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow...why do you make such an enquiry of me?
Ryunosuke:
Because the name of the sender was written on the envelope. And it was yours.
Susato:
Oh!
Iris:
You're right, Runo! It says, 'Sent by: Sholmes, Envoy of Hell'!
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! So, my little ploy has been exposed. Well, so be it. Cast your mind back, if you will, Mr Naruhodo, to the time of our dining last night.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes... Miss Susato cooked Japanese food for us.
Sholmes:
Indeed. In particular, you may recall the final norimaki sushi roll that I was about to savour. That is, before you swooped in with your clacking chopsticks and filched it from under my nose!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! I, I assumed because you'd left it that you didn't want it.
Sholmes:
I'd left it, my dear fellow, because I had planned to enjoy it as my very last mouthful. Surely you must have noted my intent by the subtle dilation of my right pupil?
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps a clearer sign would be helpful next time. Just an idea.
Sholmes:
In summary, the post you received earlier is a notice of impending revenge. You should be quaking in your boots!
Ryunosuke:
...Really? Because I went straight out into the garden and planted them. I'm hopeful we may grow some exotic fruit!
Iris:
There's no point sending a 'notice of impending revenge' if the person you send it to doesn't know what it is.
Susato:
Well, I knew, of course. Because I've read this book. 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'... On sale now in all major London bookshops and receiving rave reviews!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, of course. It's finally been published, hasn't it? I hear it's selling very well.
Iris:
It is! Twelve short stories in one volume... I've earnt a lifetime's spending money already!
Sholmes:
And it has further bolstered my name. In fact only the other day, a Bohemian king sought to engage my services.
Ryunosuke:
Really? That's...extraordinary.
Sholmes:
Of course, the gentleman persisted with some pretence about being a fishmonger for the duration.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
But only a fool would presume to be able to deceive my eyes with such a charade.
Ryunosuke:
So how did you know he was a king then?
Sholmes:
Why, there is no mystery, my dear fellow. A distinct smell of fish accompanied the man's lowly apparel. And though he tried to hide it, the left side of his moustache quivered in a quite manifest manner.
Susato:
Oh, Mr Sholmes... That's simply brilliant!
Sholmes:
Having neatly resolved the case for the man, I was sent a quantity of fresh cod as a mark of his appreciation.
Ryunosuke:
...I think perhaps you shouldn't discount the possibility that he actually WAS a fishmonger.
Iris:
......... Ah... Is, is that...? Can anyone else smell burning?
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, you're right. And look...smoke! I, I think maybe...
Sholmes:
Fire! Fire! There's a fire, everyone!
Ryunosuke:
Really?! A fire?!
Sholmes:
We must all leave at once! Everyone out of the building!
Ryunosuke:
No! Wait! I... I have to go back to my room first!
Sholmes:
Are you deranged? If you're not asphyxiated by the smoke, the flames will burn you to death!
Ryunosuke:
But my daruma doll! I, I can't let my daruma burn! It means too much! Argh! Drat! Sorry, but I'm...I'm going to make a dash for it upstairs!
Iris:
Hahahaha! Oh, Runo, you're so funny!
Ryunosuke:
This is no time for jokes, Iris! Go! Quickly! Get out of here!
Iris:
But...there is no fire. Is there, Hurley?
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Susato:
Ah... What a delight to see that ploy enacted in the flesh! I wouldn't have dared to dream I should be so lucky!
Ryunosuke:
M-Miss Susato...?
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Indeed, indeed! Indeed it was a ploy. A devilment engineered by my puckish spirit!
Ryunosuke:
It was all a trick? But WHY?!
Sholmes:
It is a simple experiment of the mind, Mr Naruhodo. When his life is threatened... ...a fellow is compelled instinctively to protect that property to which he attaches matching importance.
Iris:
And after your own life, Runo, the most important thing to you seems to be...your daruma doll!
Ryunosuke:
...Let's not dwell on that, shall we, Iris? So...you knew all along, Miss Susato? That it was a trick?
Susato:
Yes, of course. The very ploy is described in this book. 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'... On sale now in all major London bookshops and receiving rave reviews!
Ryunosuke:
Not again...
Sholmes:
I have used that device quite satisfactorily in the past to solve a case.
Iris:
Oh yes, it was a great success, wasn't it? But then it became something of a habit, didn't it? You started yelling 'Fire!' at every crime scene. In the end, people started to pay no attention to you at all.
Sholmes:
Yes, that's true. There was a time when I was known as 'the Sholmes who cried wolf'.
Ryunosuke:
...I think there's a lesson to be learnt in there somewhere.
Sholmes:
But sadly my little ploy failed to yield results this time. Iris was utterly unmoved.
Susato:
What do you mean?
Sholmes:
Well, I was anticipating that Iris would immediately expose her secret hiding place. The location of the nest egg she must have cached somewhere in this room.
Susato:
Nest egg? You think Iris has some secret savings?
Sholmes:
Why naturally! The book is selling like hot cakes, after all. It is a simple deduction indeed to conclude that the profits must be concealed here within these walls.
Susato:
Oh Mr Sholmes...are you in need of money?
Iris:
Ah! I bet I know what it is! It's that new microscope that's gone on sale, isn't it, Hurley?
Sholmes:
What else?! I have such a strong desire to own one, yet my purse is one pound too light. And as no offer of a loan has been forthcoming, I have been forced to resort to an alternative stratagem.
Iris:
Hee hee, sorry, Hurley, but I'm not falling for that. Not coming from the Sholmes who cried wolf.
Sholmes:
Agh! How vexing!
Ryunosuke:
...You really shouldn't be trying to steal a ten-year-old's savings, you know.
Iris:
My book is full of little tricks like that, you see. The armoury of the great detective!
Ryunosuke:
Except that in this case, both the orange pips and the fake fire fell a little flat, didn't they?
Sholmes:
Oh, I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve. Take, for example, the case of 'The Boscombe Valley Mystery'.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm already filled with dread, just from the title.
Sholmes:
It is a tale of extraordinary skill on the part of the great detective. The skill of tracking.
Ryunosuke:
Tracking?
Sholmes:
When I arrived at the scene of the crime in the eponymous valley, there were footprints everywhere. But my eye was immediately drawn to one set in particular!
Susato:
Oh Mr Sholmes! Your detective instincts are truly remarkable!
Sholmes:
As you know, my dear madam, no detail, no matter how small, escapes the scrutiny of these eyes. So, I tracked my quarry, following the trail of his footprints all the way to the man's place of residence!
Ryunosuke:
It led you directly to the culprit's house? What a triumph!
Sholmes:
You misunderstand. It led me directly to my own house, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Sholmes:
For the footprints were...in the final analysis...those made by my own shoes.
Iris:
Hurley had left here for Boscombe Valley as soon as he received the telegram about the case, you see. And then he followed his own trail straight back here to Baker Street.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
Now Iris, please. You make it sound almost humdrum. But I assure you, it is no easy feat. Tracking of this nature is a skill possessed only by the great Herlock Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
You're right. It really is...extraordinary.
Sholmes:
Quite so. Extraordinary is the word. And let it be the last on the subject. Anyway, needless to say, I subsequently went on to solve the case with various other deductions.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's the 'various other deductions' that I'm interested in.
Sholmes:
Ah, well, you shall have to read the book then! I'm sure Iris has penned it with her usual flourish.
Iris:
Oh, absolutely! I've put an ingenious spin on the great detective's exploits.
Ryunosuke:
(It must have been very ingenious to make this man sound even remotely credible as a detective.)
Iris:
......... Wait... Is that...? Does it smell like something's burning again?
Ryunosuke:
We've had enough devilment for one day, Mr Sholmes. Put your puckish spirit to bed.
Sholmes:
I assure you, this has nothing to do with me or my spirit!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
Oh no! The, the smoke is getting thicker!
Ryunosuke:
You mean...it's not a trick this time? There, there really is a...
Sholmes:
Fire! Fire! There's a fire, everyone!
Susato:
AAAAAAAAAAH!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! Where are you going?!
Sholmes:
Stand aside, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Agh! Easy, Mr Sholmes! What are you...?
*Smash!*
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes?! (Why did he just chuck that bust of Napoleon on the floor?) Oh! (Look at that! In amongst all the broken porcelain...) Coins! Sovereigns, in fact! Worth a whole pound each!
Sholmes:
Come, everyone! We must leave at once! Evacuate the building!
Iris:
......... Hehehe! You fell for it, Hurley. Hook, line and sinker!
Sholmes:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
Wait, you mean... Iris!
Iris:
I certainly wouldn't have guessed that's where you'd hidden it.
Sholmes:
Do, do you mean to say that this smoke was...
Iris:
My own puckish spirit needs to come out and play sometimes too, you know.
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?!
Sholmes:
Ah, of course! I know what it is, Iris! It's that indoor herb garden set that went on sale last week, isn't it? That's what you're after.
Iris:
I want one so desperately! But I'm four pounds short. And even though you told me you didn't have any money to spare before... ...I knew you had a secret nest egg somewhere in this room!
Sholmes:
Argh! You've outwitted me again!
Ryunosuke:
...You really shouldn't let yourself be outwitted by a ten-year-old child, you know.
Iris:
So, thank you for the loan, Hurley. Oh, but wait...
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter?
Iris:
Where's Susie? She's disappeared.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh yes, that's right. She ran off up the stairs before, didn't she?)
???:
Hahh...hahh...hahh...
Susato:
Oh! What are you all still doing in here? We have to evacuate! It won't be long before the fire is...is...
Ryunosuke:
.........
Sholmes:
.........
Iris:
.........
Susato:
Ah!
Iris:
Sorry, Susie. Children will get up to mischief once in a while, you know. But it's all perfectly harmless!
Ryunosuke:
(Harmless, maybe, but oh so devious!)
Susato:
Oh well...at least nobody was hurt.
Sholmes:
Apart from Napoleon. And my secret hoard. Now, tell us, Miss Susato. What is it that you went so fleet-footedly to fetch?
Susato:
Sorry? Oh! No, nothing. This is just... No, this is nothing.
Iris:
Susie! That's... That's your notebook detailing all of Runo's trials, isn't it? It's bulging at the seams!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Sholmes:
Ah... a testament to the various people you've helped over the past months.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato, I...
Susato:
Well, I am your judicial assistant, after all. I would do anything to ensure the safety of these records. Even risk my life, if necessary. I mean, it's very important to me. It's like a diary of everything we've achieved together.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I'm getting all teary-eyed now...)
Sholmes:
Yes, in stark contrast to a certain someone who would have fetched his daruma doll, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
Uuuuuugh...
In the Bailey
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Date: Unknown
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
This court is now in session for the trial of Mr Herlock Sholmes. This is a most extraordinary case of murder. Counsels, I assume I may proceed?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. The defence is ready.
Van Zieks:
At your discretion, My Lord.
Judge:
Very well. I hereby call on the prosecution to introduce the case.
Van Zieks:
The incident in question took place two days ago, late at night, when the ground was blanketed with snow. The location of the incident was the residence of the accused, Mr Herlock Sholmes.
Judge:
Indeed? The now famous address of number 221B Baker Street, was it?
Van Zieks:
The address may have enjoyed fame once, My Lord, but will henceforth endure infamy for this grim crime.
Gregson:
Y-Yes, sir! Well put. The victim, a certain Madam Rosie, was found asphyxiated on the accused's sofa.
Judge:
My word...
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But it's unclear as to whether the victim was actually killed in the defendant's suite or not! After all, when Mr Sholmes left the room for only a brief moment... ...Madam Rosie somehow vanished herself out of his room completely!
Judge:
Vanished herself, Counsel? The victim?
Sholmes:
Quite true, My Lord. There is but one adjoining door between my drawing room and the kitchen. Yet having brewed some tea in the kitchen, I returned to find the room completely empty.
Judge:
There was nobody else present?
Sholmes:
Ordinarily, my fellow lodger, Iris, would have been at home. However, on the day in question, she had been invited to a meeting of a scientific society in the city.
Judge:
I'm afraid you have a propensity for exaggeration, sir. You claim the victim 'vanished herself', but really... ...it seems to me entirely plausible that she chose to leave via the main entrance to your suite.
Gregson:
As it happens, My Lord, the door to the accused's room was locked at the time, from the inside.
Sholmes:
Very true, Inspector. As such, I can say with considerable surety that the victim did not leave via my front door.
Ryunosuke:
But, but what about...um... Ah-ha! Yes! She could have snuck out through a window!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The windows in the room were not locked, it's true. And the victim had the opportunity. However...
Gregson:
However, there was snow all round the buildin' outside, and not a patch of it had been disturbed.
Van Zieks:
Would my learned friend care to explain how the victim could have left without leaving a trail?
Judge:
So the victim, Madam Rosie, somehow vanished from the scene before she was killed.
Ryunosuke:
Argh!
Sholmes:
Naturally, I was alarmed by the sudden disappearance of my guest. So I summoned this gentleman, who resides in the attic room above my own, and we took a cab to Scotland Yard.
Ryunosuke:
I can confirm that the defendant called for me, and I saw his suite on my way downstairs. And yes...I'm quite sure it was empty, just as Mr Sholmes has said.
Sholmes:
When we reached the Yard, this very detective happened to be there.
Gregson:
Ah, well, yes, you see...I was just in my office for a while havin' got back from some, er, important business.
Ryunosuke:
And then, having explained the situation to the inspector, we travelled back to Baker Street together. At that time, there were no footprints in the snow around the building other than the ones we'd made.
Judge:
Do I take it then, Counsel, that you personally witnessed the scene where the incident took place?
Ryunosuke:
No, My Lord. I went straight up to bed in my own room in the attic.
Van Zieks:
Inspector Gregson, however, was met with a most blood-curdling sight: On Mr Sholmes's sofa...the vanished Madam Rosie. Motionless.
Judge:
Hmmm. So the victim was already dead when you discovered her, Inspector?
Gregson:
No, My Lord. Not dead. But not far off it. She mustered all her remainin' strength to say these dyin' words: 'That rotter... Sholmes...will be...the death of me.'
Sholmes:
Ah yes, I overheard that remark at the time, too. Delivered in a rasping voice, full of malice.
Ryunosuke:
No...!
Van Zieks:
Those words indeed proved to be her last. The victim expired moments later, there on the sofa. The cause of death was identified as damage to the respiratory tract as a result of strangulation. ...Pray, does the accused dare to contest the inspector's account?
Sholmes:
...Certainly not. In fact, the inspector has done an unusually fine job of summarising the salient points.
Judge:
'Sholmes will be the death of me.' ...Damning departing words indeed.
Van Zieks:
In her final moments, the victim named her killer. You! Mr Herlock Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But the defendant had no reason to take the victim's life! Perhaps you could tell the court, Mr Sholmes, who exactly this Madam Rosie was?
Sholmes:
Ah yes, of course. ...Did I never mention her to you? I'd extended an invitation to her that evening. Though she is loquacious in the extreme. The most trivial of matters quickly becomes a quarrel. I was only too pleased to leave her presence to make tea.
Ryunosuke:
Great...
Van Zieks:
It would appear then, that the accused did in fact have a motive for silencing his eristic guest...permanently.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Putting that tenuous motive aside, what about the other mysteries surrounding the case?
Judge:
Hmmm... I'm inclined to agree with the defence. There remain a number of inscrutable details. The victim's alleged disappearance and subsequent reappearance leaving no trail of footprints, for example.
Ryunosuke:
That's right! The crime described by the prosecution... could never have happened!
Van Zieks:
Yet the victim named the accused in her dying breath. It seems to me, that my learned friend has overlooked a significant detail here.
Ryunosuke:
Nonsense! ...What have I overlooked?
Van Zieks:
The man in the dock - the so-called 'great detective' - all too frequently makes the following bold claim: 'There is no crime beyond the realms of possibility. No mystery beyond my powers of reasoning.'
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
So, Mr Sholmes...you will have no difficulty in explaining how the crime thus described could have taken place. Therefore I propose a toast. To the great detective upholding his name!
Sholmes:
......... But of course. Were I to put my mind to the matter...the crime would immediately appear to all present to be entirely feasible.
Ryunosuke:
Please, Mr Sholmes...whose side are you on? All you need to say is: 'No, even I can't think of a way that a crime like that could have been committed!'
Van Zieks:
Let the accused's admission be noted by the court. Though the crime may appear impossible to us mortals of inferior mental capacity, this man alone... ...claims to know exactly how it was done!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Now hold on! That's a very fragile argument!
Judge:
Thank you, Counsels. I believe I've heard more than enough to proceed to my adjudication. The accused 'great detective' did, in some inscrutable manner, wilfully murder the victim, Madam Rosie. I therefore find the defendant...
Guilty
Judge:
Let this man be taken from this courtroom and, in some equally inscrutable manner, be sanctioned for his crimes! Court is adjourned!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord...please... The truth about the mysteries surrounding this case... ...are known to another besides the great detective.
Van Zieks:
What's this?
Sholmes:
'Pon my word, Mr Naruhodo, you are coming along wonderfully. You've deduced a fundamental truth about this case, I believe.
Van Zieks:
Which would be...detective?
Sholmes:
That the truth to this case is known... ...only to the true culprit, obviously. ...Is that not so, Gregson?
Gregson:
Eh? What? Well, um... I s'pose...yes...
Ryunosuke:
You don't mean...! Are you suggesting, Mr Sholmes... ...that you have an idea as to what actually happened that night?
Sholmes:
An idea? My dear fellow... ...I could explain the entire incident from start to finish with not a single detail omitted!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
It seems the detective has failed to grasp the situation.
Sholmes:
Pray, Mr Reaper...which of us has truly failed to grasp the situation, I wonder?
Van Zieks:
Then answer me this: You claim that prior to the incident the victim suddenly vanished without a trace from your room. If so... ...how exactly did Madam Rosie disappear?
Sholmes:
Why, naturally, via the window. It was ajar after all.
Ryunosuke:
But that can't be! The room is a whole storey above street level, and anyway no prints were found in the snow!
Sholmes:
There are any number of ways one could avoid leaving tracks in the snow, surely?
Ryunosuke:
S-Such as...?
Sholmes:
Such as...flying, for instance.
Van Zieks:
A fatuous notion! And to where do you propose the victim flew, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Is it not entirely plain? To the culprit's abode, of course. For, having left my suite, that is clearly where Madam Rosie was murdered. ...Take a moment to consider the cruel irony, if you will. By her own volition, she flew directly to her death.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Do you forget, detective? The victim's corpse was discovered on your own sofa.
Sholmes:
No doubt because her killer carried her back there.
Ryunosuke:
But, but what about the lack of footprints in the snow again, then? There just weren't any. Other than our own, from when we returned home ourselves!
Sholmes:
If by 'our' footprints, you refer to your own and mine, you are quite right. But there were those of another. On the night in question, there was one other person who could have conveyed the victim to my sofa.
Van Zieks:
What?
Judge:
Good gracious! To whom do you refer, sir?
Sholmes:
A man whose somewhat unavailing presence at the scene of the crime would be questioned by no one.
Ryunosuke:
Unavailing? ...Ah! You, you don't mean...?
Sholmes:
Indeed I do. A man who hastened to the scene directly upon learning of the incident at Scotland Yard. Namely... ...you, Inspector Gregson.
Gregson:
Eeeeeeeeeh?!
Sholmes:
When you arrived at my address on Baker Street, you were carrying the half-dead Madam Rosie with you. You waited for a suitable opportunity, and then laid the victim on my sofa.
Judge:
He did...WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But we were with the inspector when he arrived. How could he possibly have been carrying the victim? We would have noticed!
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, a most obvious answer presents itself, does it not? The inspector is rarely, if ever, without his overcoat. The victim was simply conveyed in one of its many pockets.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
.........
Van Zieks:
I fail to see what makes this detective great. But I can say one thing with great certainty: A human body cannot fit into the pocket of an overcoat.
Sholmes:
......... I believe you may all have fallen foul of a rather significant misapprehension.
Van Zieks:
What?
Sholmes:
Madam Rosie...was not a human.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Ryunosuke:
Um...Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
Yes, Mr Naruhodo? Something troubles you, perhaps?
Ryunosuke:
Whatever gives you that idea? Exactly what sort of creature was Madam Rosie?
Sholmes:
Is it not apparent already? A parakeet, of course!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Sholmes:
A most self-conceited specimen, in fact.
Judge:
A parakeet?
Sholmes:
She was an incessant talker, I must say. Her manner was quite intolerable at times. Wont to turn every conversation to a quarrel. I thought to strangle the creature on more than one occasion.
Ryunosuke:
You had a quarrel...with a parakeet?
Sholmes:
But of course. Why else would she have chosen to fly from my window so uncordially that evening? To the abode of the inspector here beside me no less!
Ryunosuke:
To Inspector Gregson's abode? But...why?
Sholmes:
Because that was the parakeet's home, naturally.
Gregson:
What are you...?
Sholmes:
The inspector was called away from town for some days, so it was arranged that I would look after the bird. But it would appear that she was overcome with a sudden yearning for her keeper. Thus prompting her flight from my comfortable suite to the inspector's office at Scotland Yard.
Gregson:
.........
Sholmes:
Well, Gregson? I believe it's high time you explained. Give us your account of what happened that night. Sparing no details, of course.
Gregson:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson?
Gregson:
......... It...was an accident.
Van Zieks:
...!
Gregson:
I got back from bein' away that evenin', you see. I'd just walked through the door of my office. I never imagined Madam Rosie would be on her way back to the Yard as well. I slammed the door shut behind me...just as she was tryin' to fly through it.
Ryunosuke:
So Madam Rosie...
Gregson:
She got sandwiched between the door and the frame and fell to the floor... ...never to move again. Because of me.
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Well I never.
Gregson:
I had to do somethin'. And just when I was tryin' to think of a plan... ...you fellas arrived talkin' about some incident at Baker Street.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Gregson:
I had to hide Madam Rosie in a hurry. So I stuffed her in my coat pocket and got in the cab with the pair of you.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
.........
Sholmes:
.........
Van Zieks:
What could possibly have motivated you to behave in such a manner, Inspector?
Gregson:
......... Lord Stronghart, sir.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? Lord Stronghart? Please tell me I didn't hear that right.
Gregson:
It was the Lord Chief Justice who asked me to look after the bird in the first place. She'd been livin' with the pigeons at the Supreme Court until then. But apparently the, erm...other birds had...started to pick on her. So for the past six months or so, I'd been carin' for her in my office at the Yard.
Judge:
I see...
Gregson:
If anythin' happened to that bird...! Just imagine! No pay and no time off for the rest o' my career! You mark my words, that's what's gonna happen! That's why I... Well... .........
Judge:
But the victim's dying words, Inspector... The court heard earlier that Madam Rosie spoke the name of her assailant on her deathbed.
Van Zieks:
'That rotter... Sholmes...will be...the death of me.'
Sholmes:
Indeed she did. Quite uncalled for, wouldn't you agree? But those words...are your true feelings, are they not, Inspector?
Gregson:
Ugk...
Sholmes:
Clearly you speak of me often at your office at the Yard. In this disparaging manner. A manner that the merry parakeet took much delight in mimicking.
Gregson:
Well, come on! I mean, have you read this month's edition of Randst Magazine, eh? I'm...I'm... ......... ...SOOOOORRY!
Van Zieks:
This is all... ...absolutely TRUE?!
Van Zieks:
...!
Gregson:
Somethin' wrong, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
Hm? Ah...no... Nothing. (...I almost drifted off for a moment there.)
Gregson:
It's hard not to drift off...when you've been kept waitin' three hours already.
Van Zieks:
(I wonder if we'll manage to meet with Lord Stronghart at all today. We may have to deliver the report on the Windibank case that he asked for on another day.) Tell me, Inspector, what became of that bird?
Gregson:
Ah... Madam Rosie, you mean? She had a narrow escape, but...she's still alive. I delivered her back here not long ago, actually. On Lord Stronghart's orders. He's hopin' the pigeons will accept her now.
Van Zieks:
...It was something of a shock to hear that she'd been crushed in the doorway of your office. Especially as we were all under the misapprehension that Madam Rosie was a person.
Gregson:
Uh...um...sorry about that. It was Lord Stronghart's demand that-
???:
Ah good, you're here.
Stronghart:
I apologise for my tardiness. I'm exactly three hours, twenty-four minutes and...fifty-seven seconds late.
Gregson:
Oh no, My Lord! No no, please don't trouble yourself. Nothin' gives us greater pleasure than standin' here doin' nothin' for hours on end! 
Stronghart:
...Heartening. So, let's hear it then. Your report!
Van Zieks:
(The Windibank trial is concluded. ...But this is far from over. It seems that dark, Far Eastern lawyer and I have some shared destiny... We will meet again. Of that I have no doubt.)
Gregson:
Did you see that, Lord van Zieks? Did you? Madam Rosie went flyin' off among the pigeons there! Happy as Larry, she was!
Van Zieks:
Really, Inspector? You must be...relieved.
In the Defendants' Antechamber
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22nd November, 3:08 p.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Defendants' Antechamber 5
Korekuta:
Just look at my priceless treasure now! Myself, I have scrubbed and scrubbed... ...but the repellent odour of meat will never be repelled from its resplendent surface again!
Nosa:
But you have it back in your possession, at least. You should be grateful, old man.
Korekuta:
How dare you?!
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me, but...I'd just like to get at that zabuton cushion there if I could...
Korekuta:
Hm? Ah... Rest assured, you miserable military malefactor...this is not over! Incarceration awaits those who would defraud a senior citizen for his priceless treasures!
Nosa:
Watch your tongue, old man! Mark my words, I won't-
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, Sergeant, but...could I just get at that zabuton cushion there as well...
Nosa:
Hm? Oh... I won't go to jail! Never! Imagine if I did... ...the very next day, my boy would starve without the chain of command in place to provide for him!
Korekuta:
Hmph! Using the child to protect yourself? Myself, I call that absonant cowardice!
Nosa:
Oh really? And who just employed the old poor, defenceless 'senior citizen' tactic, hm? The only way to fight an enemy who's using underhand tactics is with a tit-for-tat strategy!
Ryunosuke:
Um, sorry to interrupt again, but...I just need to get at that Western-style cushion there on the sofa...
Nosa:
Enough of this insubordination! What do you want, man?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, please, don't mind me.
Korekuta:
Ah-ha! Do my eyes deceive me, or is this the wide-eyed criminal from the trial before?
Ryunosuke:
...Wide-eyed, perhaps, but criminal...no.
Korekuta:
What is this unhealthy fascination you exhibit with the seating arrangements of others, hm? Why were you peering under the cushion of this upholstered seat?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, the thing is-
???:
Any luck? Did you find it?
Ryunosuke:
No, sadly not. I don't think it's here, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
Tsk, you really are a liability, Ryunosuke.
Nosa:
Report! At once! Have you lost something, is that it?
Kazuma:
Yes. We were just on our way to a party to celebrate my friend's victory here, when...
Ryunosuke:
...I realised that my university pin badge was missing.
Korekuta:
A university pin badge, you say?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. From my collar here, you see?
Nosa:
Affirmative! Uniforms must be kept in prime condition at all times! A missing badge is unacceptable!
Ryunosuke:
I thought if I looked around, it would probably turn up somewhere. Like the old tale of the koban coin and the steak.
Korekuta:
A parable of which I am acutely aware.
Ryunosuke:
But I've exhausted my search now, really. The only logical conclusion...is that someone must have stolen it.
Nosa:
...Don't look at me! I don't just find any old metal objects irresistible, you know! Imagine what would happen if little trooper Aido here swallowed something like that!
Kazuma:
I'm afraid we'll have to give up, Ryunosuke. Still, if you tell the office your student number, they should be able to issue you with a new one.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
What's the matter? Don't tell me...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I don't remember my student number.
Kazuma:
I don't believe it! I mean, this is the second time you've lost your badge, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Third, actually.
Kazuma:
If you didn't think you could remember it, you should have made a note of it somewhere. I told you that until I was blue in the face the last time this happened!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...yes, I do seem to remember someone telling me something along those lines... It was you, wasn't it?
Kazuma:
...You can't even remember who told you that you needed to remember it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, student numbers are six digits, Kazuma... Who could remember six whole digits?!
Kazuma:
Yumei isn't exactly a long-established university, you know. All of our numbers are still rather low. In fact, they only use the last three digits.
Ryunosuke:
Well...that might help, I suppose...
Kazuma:
That MIGHT help? Ryunosuke, it's only three digits you needed to remember! Just three!
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry my brain is such a disappointment.
Korekuta:
Yes, well... Anyway, young man. Myself, I was greatly impressed with you in the courtroom today.
Kazuma:
Oh, you mean me?
Korekuta:
A lawyer already, before you've even graduated. And such a loyal friend to this...one.
Ryunosuke:
(This 'one'? What's that supposed to mean?)
Kazuma:
Oh no. I still have much to learn. In fact, that was brought home to me in no uncertain terms only last year. My Achilles' heel was spectacularly exposed...by my best friend here.
Korekuta:
Indeed?
Ryunosuke:
What? By me? (This is the first I've heard about it.)
Kazuma:
Yes, by Ryunosuke Naruhodo... You can't have forgotten, surely? It was last summer. At the speech contest.
Ryunosuke:
The speech contest? ...Oooh. That.
Kazuma:
Contestants had to take to the stage and deliver a public address on any subject they chose. We were competing to give the most compelling and powerful speech.
Ryunosuke:
And yours was great. It made a huge impression on the audience.
Kazuma:
Obviously, since I was a budding student of law, I was determined to win. And sure enough, one by one my opposition fell. When I reached the final at last...I came up against you.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, so you did.
Kazuma:
Not being rude, but when I first laid eyes on you, I thought to myself: 'This cheeky, wide-eyed no-hoper is out of his depth. He's going to be a pushover.'
Ryunosuke:
...That's your version of not being rude, is it?
Kazuma:
Well, I paid for my complacency. Because it brought on that humiliating defeat.
Nosa:
Defeat?! How were your ranks compromised?
Kazuma:
My speech was going very well. I had the audience in the palm of my hand. They hung on my every word. And then...when I came to the very last line...
Korekuta:
Yes? What happened at the very last line?
Kazuma:
It was supposed to be a climactic end. Unfortunately, I completely fouled it up.
Korekuta:
Never!
Nosa:
You mean, you stumbled on your words?
Kazuma:
Spectacularly. Even now, I can't believe I ruined it!
Nosa:
Well...what on earth did you say, man?
Kazuma:
......... Ryunosuke, you'd better say it. I still can't get my tongue around it.
Ryunosuke:
Sure, of course. I can still recall it perfectly. What you said at the end of your speech...or rather... ...what you intended to say at the end of your speech... was this:
'So arise, ladies and gentlemen, and applaud our forefathers' plight and the fight for filial piety!'
.........
Nosa:
And what went wrong?
Korekuta:
Hm, what indeed? Myself, I see no problem with the pronunciation of these paltry words.
Kazuma:
In that case, old man... ...I invite you to say it yourself.
Korekuta:
Very well then, I shall. Ahem, ahem... 'So arise, ladies and gentlemen, and applaud our forefathers' plight and the flight...the fight for flilial pile...' It's impossible!
Kazuma:
The 'arise, ladies and gentlemen' part, I delivered perfectly. But the next part had me floundering for a whole five minutes. By the end of it, I was on my knees in front of the podium, a blabbering mess.
Ryunosuke:
And that's when the audience started to heckle you. 'Arise! Arise!' they were shouting.
Korekuta:
...Hell on earth.
Kazuma:
But then of course this man went and delivered his word-perfect speech, with a perfect ending. How did it go again?
Ryunosuke:
Um, let me see... 'So, my dear fellows, the message is simple: treat your father and mother with respect!' ...Something like that?
Kazuma:
I mean, talk about stating the obvious. But the fact is, I lost to that speech.
Korekuta:
Hmmm... Tongue-tied is the only way to describe it.
Ryunosuke:
Well, it is quite tricky to say, I agree. That final 'fight for filial piety' especially.
Kazuma:
And ever since that day, I've had this question whirling around in my head. Why did our forefathers choose such an awkward phrase? Was it to mock their children? I mean, it should never have been called 'filial piety' in the flirst pace... AAAAAARGH!!!
Ryunosuke:
...At least you're going to Great Britain soon. It might not come up much there...?
Kazuma:
Well anyway... Having lost that accursed contest, I came after you to ask you a question. 'How is it that you never trip up on your words?' I enquired. And you just gave me a broad smile and said... 'Speaking fast is my hobby.' ...I mean, really? What kind of a hobby is that?!
Ryunosuke:
...Do you think you could take your hand off of your sword? Besides, it's just a way to pass the time...
Kazuma:
After that, you started talking at me ten to the dozen. Like you were possessed, almost. Honestly, you can't imagine the shock I suffered that day, you really can't.
Ryunosuke:
You're right...I really can't.
Nosa:
Speaking fast is just the sort of hobby I'd expect a civilian like you to waste his time on.
Ryunosuke:
Well you have to practise, of course. But there are some simple things to start with. Like this famous one, for example: Swift samurai swords swipe silently sideways.
Korekuta:
Ah yes, even a decrepit tongue in an ailing frame such mine can find its way around that one.
Ryunosuke:
I've no doubt. It's just a bit of fun, really. I can't imagine anybody would struggle to say it. Isn't that right, Kazuma?
Kazuma:
......... Swift swamurai swor- AAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Ryunosuke:
(A blabbering mess by word two.)
Nosa:
It's not just the samurai. Every good soldier needs to be able to handle a sword. That's why I've been busy teaching Aido the finer points of swordplay! None of this wordplay nonsense, private!
Ryunosuke:
Come to think of it... ...not long after that, we started to attend lectures together, didn't we? And we got into that debate about family values at the sukiyaki place on campus. Do you remember?
Kazuma:
Yes. Your argument was full of jokes and puns and wordplay as usual. I remember it well.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, was it?
Kazuma:
In any case... ...I swore that I would never let myself forget the shock you gave me back then. And as a symbol of how seriously I took that oath, I decided to wear this: my red hachimaki headband.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Korekuta:
.........
Nosa:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Um...sorry, Kazuma...
Kazuma:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
You've lost me there, I'm afraid. I don't see the link. What does your red headband have to do with your oath?
Kazuma:
Because! It will always remind me of that smug look on your face as you uttered those tantalising words.
Ryunosuke:
What words? You mean another tongue twister?
Kazuma:
I practised and practised until my tongue bled. But in the end, I mastered it!
Ryunosuke:
...Mastered what?
Kazuma:
Well, I think it's time you heard this, actually. Listen carefully now. Here goes... 'Red headband, lead headband, dead headband.' ...There! Word perfect, see?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Korekuta:
.........
Nosa:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I'd actually been meaning to ask you about that. About the story behind your headband, I mean.
Kazuma:
Well, now you know. So that I'll never forget the shock and humiliation of that day. That's why I wear this red headband every single day without fail!
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, I don't know exactly how much of a shock you think you had back then, but... ...it can't be more than the shock you've just given me now.
Kazuma:
What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you, but... ...the tongue twister I said didn't go the way you seem to have remembered it.
Kazuma:
Huh?
Ryunosuke:
It's just as famous as 'swift samurai swords', so I can't believe you don't know it, really. It goes: 'Red bread pan, lead bread pan, dead bread man.'
Kazuma:
Wait, what? Bed red pa- Ugh!
Ryunosuke:
...It seems I've knocked some wind out of that headband of yours.
Nosa:
It's not too late, private. You could always start wearing a red bread pan on your head instead.
Korekuta:
Your youthful vigor is manifest, young man. Your cheeks are glowing redder than your hachimaki.
Kazuma:
URAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! Why do so many words have to be so similar?!
Ryunosuke:
......... So, looking forward to Great Britain, then? Where you'll have to deliver speeches in court in English.
Kazuma:
...I suppose I can always shell seasells on the sheashore.
London (episode)
Transcript
Thames Riverside
Luke:
Wow! It's been ages since we were last here, Professor!
Espella:
Oh...I think I remember this place. Isn't this...
Layton:
That's right. This is where we came right after you were snatched away by witches. In fact, it's where our investigations began.
Phoenix:
There seem to be a lot of people around, given the time of day.
Maya:
I've seen a bunch of other people wearing top hats just like you, Professor. Has there been some kind of English top hat revival?
Layton:
Not of note. Perhaps there was a wedding... At any rate, I thought I'd introduce you to some places related to last year's incident.
Maya:
Wow, that sounds like fun! Right, Nick?
Layton:
Well then, without any further ado, shall we make our way to the next location?
Bridge Tunnel
Luke:
...Ah! This is where we ran into the "Great Witch", isn't it?
Espella:
Hee hee... Eve was really on top form that night, wasn't she?
Maya:
You said it! That scene was super intense... My eyes were totally glued to the screen!
Layton:
Our next stop is a famous London park.
Espella:
Oh, you mean the park where Carmine and I were trying to escape from the witches in his car?
Phoenix:
That must be where that crazy crash happened, right? After that, Carmine took his leave for the rest of the game...
Luke:
If we're lucky, the park should still be open at this time. There's something I'd like to show you all, but I better go on ahead and get it ready.
Maya:
Hey, check it out! It's that Walled In puzzle. If you solve the puzzle, you get to enter this spooky secret room!
Layton:
Ah yes...that puzzle was a little arduous, as I recall. Moving all those heavy blocks around was quite the physical challenge.
Espella:
There's a bit of a crowd around it, so I'm not sure we can get much nearer.
Maya:
Yup... Tons of top hats here, too. I can't even see the pattern on the wall.
Layton:
Not to worry. Let's head towards the park, instead. Although now that the mysterious accident has been cleared away, there's nothing particularly eye-catching about it.
Phoenix:
(Well, makes sense...)
Park - Car-Crash Site
Phoenix:
What the...?!
Maya:
Woah! No kidding! I didn't know cars could fly like that.
Layton:
This is most peculiar... I'm quite certain that accident had already been cleared away.
???:
Layton! What brings you here this evening?
Layton:
Well, if it isn't Inspector Chelmey.
Maya:
Wow, the famous Inspector Chelmey! Pleased to meet you, sir!
Chelmey:
I can't imagine what you're all doing here... That mysterious incident has long since been cleared up.
Layton:
You say that, Inspector, but there would appear to be something rather out of place up in that tree, would there not?
Chelmey:
Hmph! Well, needless to say, Scotland Yard has no intention of divulging any such information to the likes of you lot.
Layton:
............
Chelmey:
............ Then again, I suppose it can't hurt to fill you in on the basics... That vehicle is what you might call... a game-set-piece tourist attraction.
Espella:
Game-set-piece...?
Chelmey:
All on account of your game being such a big hit, of course.
Phoenix:
H-how flattering...I guess.
Chelmey:
Ever since your little collaboration was released, this right here's become a popular spot amongst fans. Tour guides are dressing up as the main characters and leading fans around on tours of the city.
Layton:
Ah... That would explain it, then... Namely, the reason behind our seeing so many top hats around this evening.
Chelmey:
Spot on, Layton. Believe it or not, those people are dressing up as you.
Layton:
How intriguing... I imagine I must look like a fan as well. You might even say I'm impersonating myself...
Phoenix:
Say, what about the car up there? Was that reconstructed for the tour?
Chelmey:
Hmph! As I said before, Scotland Yard has no intention of divulging any information on the matter. None!
Phoenix:
............
Chelmey:
............ Well... I suppose just a little scrap of info is only fair. That vehicle is what you might call the main tourist magnet of this whole bleedin' park.
Espella:
Tou-rist-mag-net...?
Chelmey:
You heard me right. They felt something really memorable was needed at the end of the tour, see... So some bright spark decided they'd call on a bit of audience participation to recreate the accident as the tour's "grand finale".
Maya:
Wait...recreate the accident? As in... "Hey, let's throw this car into a tree again" recreate? No way...
Chelmey:
I tell you, some of these game fans are brave as a bobby. First, they drive along a predetermined course... then that stone statue over there gets up and chucks the vehicle and its occupants up into that tree, as precisely as possible.
Phoenix:
I was kinda hoping you'd say something a little more reassuring... Like, with flawless precision...
Chelmey:
You know, that there vehicle was thrown into the tree just a moment ago.
Layton:
I'm astonished that such a plan could manage to obtain approval.
Chelmey:
Well, you know Londoners... They're all daredevils at heart. It's pretty popular with the folk over at Scotland Yard, too.
Maya:
Hmmm... But...doesn't it strike anyone as a little weird?
Chelmey:
...Weird? What do you mean by that, missy?
Maya:
That statue was supposed to have been moved by witchcraft, wasn't it? But there's no such thing as witchcraft here in London!
Espella:
That's right! How do you explain that, Inspector?
Chelmey:
Listen, you lot! How many times do I need to say it? I have no intention of divulging that kind of sensitive information!
Espella:
............
Chelmey:
............ Hey-ho... I suppose just a little hint wouldn't be out of order. ...But this is the last time, you hear me? Now, anyone who's cleared this game already knows that magic isn't the real deal.
Maya:
Exactly...
Chelmey:
Well, truth is, that stone bloke over there is in fact a robotic bloke, created with the very latest ultra-advanced technology.
Espella:
Ro-bo-tic...?
Chelmey:
It just so happens that research has been carried out day and night over at Labrelum Inc., in order to make magic a reality. ...That "statue" is a prototype that came about through their research.
Phoenix:
Hmm... But what's a prototype like that doing here?
Chelmey:
Well, seems Labrelum were rich enough to buy up that part of the park.
Maya:
B-but why would they go placing a statue like that in the park?
Chelmey:
There's a good reason for that. You see... when that upstart detective took Espella and fled Labyrinthia, they needed some way of grabbing his car and lobbing it into a tree.
Phoenix:
Th-that's so improbable, it's ridiculous...
Chelmey:
Funny you should say that... Labrelum's corporate slogan is: "making the impossible improbable".
Layton:
If I may interject, why exactly is that sta- ...that robot picking up tourists' cars and throwing them into that tree?
Chelmey:
Peh! Why not investigate that yourself, Layton? ............ Well, apparently, the president of Labrelum is no longer in need of magic, so he's donated the statue to the people of London.
Phoenix:
............ Inspector Chelmey, do you mind if I ask you something?
Chelmey:
What is it?
Phoenix:
You've been telling us since the start that you have no intention of divulging any information... but now it kind of feels like you've told us everything.
Chelmey:
............
Phoenix:
I mean... Why make a big deal about "divulging" things if you're just gonna tell us anyway?
Chelmey:
............ ............ Do you have any idea what you've just said?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Chelmey:
Don't you lot understand the whole fierce authoritative hierarchy going on between Layton and me?
Espella:
Au-tho-ri-ta-tive-hi-er-ar-chy...?
Chelmey:
I always have to say something like: "Keep your nose out of police affairs, Layton." Even though everyone already knows from the start which of us is more talented...
Phoenix:
Um... Right, I guess...
Chelmey:
To be downright honest, I'd be more than happy to tell Layton everything I know. But I can't just do that, now can I? ...No, that would be too simple. I've got to stand firm under the steely gaze of all the players and put on an air of superiority. That's my sad fate, as Layton's rival!
Maya:
No kidding... Well, sounds like that's a weight off your shoulder, Inspector.
Phoenix:
It's good to vent a little, once in a while. I mean, this is a Special Episode, after all.
Layton:
Inspector, you needn't think about things so much... It's certainly not something worth worrying about. In truth, I have never once considered you to be my rival.
Chelmey:
............ ............ ............ What the devil is that supposed to mean? Tell me...what are you getting at?
Layton:
............ My dear Inspector Chelmey, it simply means that I see you not as a rival, but rather as a friend.
Chelmey:
As...a...friend, you say? Well, yes, that's...just what I was getting at.
Maya:
Is it me, or has anyone else noticed those looooooong, awkward pauses between Inspector Chelmey's answers?
Phoenix:
I'd abandon that line of questioning if I were you, Maya...
Chelmey:
Normally, of course, that kind of free-flowing information only comes from Constable Barton.
Layton:
Constable Barton, you say?
Chelmey:
He's the one who gives too much away, meaning I have to say something like: "Oi, shut it, Barton! I'll do the talking." But he isn't around today, which is why I felt the need to pause. Hence all the uncomfortable silences before I answered...
Layton:
Now that you mention it... Constable Barton is rather conspicuous by his absence this evening.
Espella:
Um... Speaking of being absent... What about Luke? We haven't seen him since he left us and went on ahead.
Maya:
Hey, that's right! Luuuuuke! Heeeeeey, Luuuuuuuuke! Don't tell me he's been abducted by a witch! Not after all we've been through!
Layton:
Fear not, Miss Fey. I can assure you, he's quite all right.
Espella:
What do you mean, Mr Layton?
Layton:
If you're concerned about Luke's whereabouts, then I have something that may be able to offer some clarity.
Maya:
Huh...? Does that mean what I think it means?
Layton:
Quite right, Miss Fey. It's time for a puzzle.
Phoenix:
Again with the puzzles...
Layton:
It would appear that before Luke went on ahead, he left us a message. If we can solve this puzzle, we'll no doubt gain an important clue as to his current whereabouts.
Puzzle #72: Chatty ParrotsFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
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Additional dialogue:
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Phoenix:
So..."Layton loves his afternoon tea" is meant to be some kind of clue...?
Maya:
Way to state the obvious, Luke...
Espella:
Yes...we all know Mr Layton loves his tea.
Chelmey:
I'd hardly call it a revelation.
Layton:
Ho ho, indeed. It would seem there was no clue to be had after all.
Chelmey:
Where in the blazes has Barton got to, anyway?! I could've sworn he was here when that youngster arrived...
Espella:
Oh...so, Luke did come to this park after all?
Maya:
And, guys, remember what he said? "There's something I want to show you all, but I've got to jolly well get it ready first, guvnors"... Or something like that.
Phoenix:
To me, that "something" sounds like it can only be referring to one thing...
Layton:
Remind me... What was it that you said a moment ago, Inspector? Something about that attraction being popular amongst your colleagues at Scotland Yard...?
Chelmey:
Well, yes, I remember saying that, all right. But what are you suggesting?
Phoenix:
Do you think the "something" he wanted to show us and this "attraction" could be the same thing?
Maya:
You mean... Luke and Constable Barton...
Espella:
Oh, no! What shall we do?
Layton:
...!
Maya:
Luuuuuuuuuke!
Layton:
Luke! Are you in there?
........................
Espella:
...Oh! I think I hear something coming from the top of the tree!
............Professor............ How...are we...supposed to get down... from up here?
Maya:
............
Phoenix:
Well, at least it seems like Luke is okay... thank goodness.
To Be Continued...
Making Money
Transcript
Town Centre
Birdly:
And now, without any further ado, behold my latest song...
♪ The esteemed Mr Punchenbaug, Picked up his luncheon bag. Chalice in hand, he looks so grand... Glasses of gold, his latest scoop... The pawnbroker, again is duped ♪
Maya:
Wooooooh! Here we are in the latest episode, Nick!
Phoenix:
Yep, and it sounds like Birdly is in top form today.
Maya:
Yeah, that was pretty funny! Here you go, Birdly! A little something for your song.
Cracker:
Thank you...thank you!
Bardly:
Thanking you... Many thanks to you..
Luke:
Hey... Isn't that Mr Bardly dancing and singing way over there?
Espella:
Do you think he and Mr Birdly are working on some sort of collaboration...?
Layton:
Perhaps so... Although, I'm not sure it's one entirely of mutual consent.
Bardly:
I wrote the lyrics, he stole my song. I'm over here...something's gone wrong ♪
Maya:
Did you hear that, Nick? That doesn't sound fair. Maybe we can do something for Bardly. I wonder if there's someone we can lodge a formal complaint with...
Phoenix:
Lodge a complaint? Yes, Maya... I'm sure Labyrinthia has a customer complaint line you can call...
Maya:
I did like the song, though, "The Ballad of Emeer Punchenbaug I: The Man with the Golden Dream".
Phoenix:
More like: "The Man Who Takes People's Gold to Buy His Dreams"...
Luke:
Hmm...
Maya:
Hey, what's the matter, Luke?
Luke:
I think we've been overspending a little... We're a bit low on pocket money.
Layton:
Oh dear... It could be that we've exceeded our Adventuring Allowance this time.
Maya:
I guess I'm partially to blame for that... Sorry, Professor! Better find a way to come up with some quick cash...but what? Hey, I know! We could try going to the pawnbroker and selling something valuable.
Layton:
............ I beg your pardon, Miss Fey, but... would you kindly stop gazing at my right arm in such a manner? It's making me feel rather uneasy.
Maya:
Okay... Well, scratch that idea.
Phoenix:
I'm sure there must be other ways of making money here in Labyrinthia...
Maya:
HEEEEEEEEEY! I've got it! In cases like this, there's only one answer! We have no choice but to use the powers of you know what!
Espella:
The powers of..."you know what"?
Maya:
C'mon, it's obvious! I mean the powers of alchemy...duh!
Luke:
Um...Maya, you have a bit of a sinister look in your eyes right now...
Maya:
It's settled, then! So what are you guys waiting for? To the alchemist's place!
Layton:
Lest we forget, Miss Fey, it has already been proven that neither magic nor alchemy actually exist here, has it not?
Maya:
I believe in Greyerl! I know she can exceed the limitations of "scientific knowledge" if we ask her to.
Phoenix:
("Exceed the limitations of scientific knowledge"... In other words, turn something into gold for us.)
Maya:
C'mon, c'mon! Let's go already! It's time to dive into the wild and wonderful world of alchemy!
Phoenix:
Just follow the smell of gold...
Luke:
Let's go! It's been a long time since we last saw Miss Greyerl.
Espella:
Yes! Let's all go and see her!
Layton:
I'd like to remind you one more time... this right arm of mine is staying firmly where it is.
Alchemist's house
Luke:
Wow! Sir Belduke's residence hasn't changed one bit, has it?
Maya:
It looks as "alche-misty" as I remember... This place could really use a gardener or something, that's for sure.
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr!!!
Phoenix:
(Uuuuurgh... That voice is as piercing as ever... Feels like a needle to the brain.)
Maya:
Hey! It's Lettie Mailer!
Mailer:
What's this? Are you all here to see Jean? Hey, Jean...you've got visitors!
Greyerl:
Hello, everyone. Allow me to welcome you all.
Luke:
Ah! Miss Greyerl... It's good to see you again.
Greyerl:
It's so nice of you all to come and visit. This is quite the pleasant surprise.
Phoenix:
It's been a while. Last time I saw you, you'd only just revealed that you're actually, y'know...a girl.
Greyerl:
Yes... Ever since the incident in court, I've been able to lead a much more relaxed life.
Layton:
That's marvellous. I must say, it is refreshing to see that smile of yours, Miss Greyerl.
Mailer:
I totally disagree!
Layton:
Eh...?
Mailer:
Personally, I'd be happier if Jean had stayed male. Y'know, at least for a while longer. Here, look! These are letters, from the girls in town. And not just any letters. Half this satchel is full of Jean Greyerl fan mail!
Greyerl:
Lettie, please... I-it's embarrassing...
Espella:
Hee hee. But you're so popular, Jean.
Mailer:
Well...I better get going. These things need to find their recipients! The letters, I mean. See you later, Jean!
Greyerl:
Okay, Lettie. Be sure to stop by again for a cup of tea.
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr!!!
Phoenix:
(Well, at least Jean seems to be making new friends all around.)
Maya:
So...Jean, how have things been going for you recently?!
Greyerl:
That's a somewhat open question... I'm not really sure how best to respond.
Maya:
Well, okay... How's the whole alchemy thing going? Cooked up any alchemically awesome concoctions lately?
Greyerl:
Ah...yes, well... In all honesty, I've recently taken to thinking about what Sir Belduke said regarding "the rules of nature". At the present time, I've decided to hold back on alchemy and devote my time to medical science instead.
Maya:
WHAAAAAAT?!
Layton:
...Is that so? Well, I think that's wonderful.
Greyerl:
I'm pleased you agree. There are too few doctors here in Labyrinthia.
Luke:
Your smiling face says it all, Miss Greyerl. I think you've found your true calling!
Greyerl:
Thank you, I appreciate the encouragement. Thanks to all you've done for Labyrinthia, each and every day feels more fulfilling. I have my parents living here with me now, too, so we're finally able to enjoy family life together again.
Maya:
That's...just...wonderful, Jean.
Phoenix:
(Looks like you can kiss goodbye to that gold, Maya...)
Greyerl:
As it happens, I've just been out in the woods collecting medicinal herbs.
Phoenix:
..."Woods"? I guess you must mean the Eldwitch Woods, right?
Espella:
Oh...Mr Wright, allow me to explain. You see, after all that's happened, they decided to change the name of those woods.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Espella:
They're now known as the Nulwitch Woods. Although I'm not exactly sure why...
Phoenix:
Hmm... Null-witch Woods, huh?
Espella:
I guess there must be some kind of meaning behind it...
Phoenix:
Wh-who comes up with these names, anyways...?
Greyerl:
Oh! I just realised, it's nearly time for my teachers to arrive.
Phoenix:
You have teachers...?
Greyerl:
That's right! There's so much to learn... So many subjects to study... And yet, so little time... Devotion to the pursuit of knowledge is a challenge to be relished.
???:
That's the spirit, Jean Greyerl...
Luke:
M-Miss Primstone! And...Miss Mystere, from the library.
Ridelle:
Ridelle Mystere, at your service. I trust you are all keeping well.
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! If this isn't quite the touching reunion. But there's one thing I would like you to consider...so if you would all pay attention! Ms Primstone's lesson number six! "Reunion leads to nothing but trouble". After a sprinkling of nostalgia, the ashes of the past will once again burst into flames... This is of the utmost importance.
Greyerl:
As always, Ms Primstone, your teachings are as full of wisdom as they are pertinence. [sic]
Maya:
I think you might want to consider getting another teacher...
Ridelle:
Jean, while knowledge is important...the fruit of one's knowledge is also essential in deepening one's understanding of puzzles.
Greyerl:
Of course, Miss Mystere.
Ridelle:
Then let's not beat around the bush! It's time for a puzzle! Here we go then, Jean... Which of the following is the odd one out?
 - Knightle   - Shakey
 - Dewey   - Phoenix
Greyerl:
Why, surely that must be... Phoenix, Miss Mystere.
Ridelle:
Correct! Peerless precision and punctuality. The perfect puzzle solution! It's only natural. After all, I am Master Belduke's apprentice!
Luke:
Hey...th-that's my line!
Ridelle:
Now, now... There's no room for complacency just yet! When it comes to puzzles, one is never enough. Be prepared for puzzle number two in this series.
Greyerl:
I'm ready, Miss Mystere.
Ridelle:
Here we go then, Jean... Which of the following is the odd one out?
 - Eve   - Constantine
 - Snowy   - Phoenix
Greyerl:
Why, once again it must surely be... Phoenix, Miss Mystere.
Ridelle:
Correct! Shrewdness and swiftness were key in this scintillating solution!
Maya:
Whoooooa... Amazing, huh, Nick? Looks like we have ourselves a good ol' student-teacher face-off!
Phoenix:
Personally, I'm more concerned that the odd one out is always Phoenix...
Ridelle:
Ah, if it isn't... Professor Layton. As always, it's an honour and a pleasure to see you, Professor!
Layton:
The pleasure is all mine, Miss Mystere. I must say, you seem as radiant as ever.
Ridelle:
We follow the same path, you and I... a never-ending path of perplexing puzzles. I trust that you, too, have been honing your puzzle-solving skills since we last met.
Layton:
Always, Miss Mystere.
Ridelle:
Then I'm sure you'll have no trouble at all... with this puzzle!
Puzzle #77: Monster Dash 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
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Ridelle:
Ah...as perspicacious as ever, Professor!
Luke:
Being chased by a big monster and hurling bombs around...I can't decide if that puzzle was super scary, or super fun!
Maya:
I'm just bummed that the gold bomb had to get destroyed... We'd be loaded if we could've sold that to Price!
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! I've never in my life seen such splendid puzzle solving. But there's one thing I would like you to consider, if you would all pay attention! Ms Primstone's lesson number ten! "Puzzles lead to nothing but trouble."
Ridelle:
What are you saying, Ms Primstone?! That's a step too far, even from you!
Greyerl:
I have to agree! The exhilaration felt from solving a puzzle is like a beam of light in the mind.
Layton:
...It is the light of the future. The intellectual illumination within our lives.
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me!
Maya:
Umm... How should I put this? The only thing I've learned today is... "Ms Primstone's lessons lead to nothing but trouble".
Phoenix:
Yup... And I know a certain spirit medium, who shall remain nameless, that causes all sorts of trouble wherever she goes.
Maya:
Hey... What's THAT supposed to mean?!
To Be Continued...
Mysterious Labyrinthia
Transcript
Chapter 1Mysterious Labyrinthia
???:
............ ...Luke... Wake up, my boy.
Horse-Drawn Wagon
Luke:
Uh, umm... Eh? Professor?
Layton:
Good. I'm glad to see you're awake.
Luke:
Ugh...yeah. Glad to be back...
Layton:
Are you feeling all right?
Luke:
Um, yeah, I'm fine. A bit drowsy though... I guess I just fell asleep all of a sudden. ............Ah! Wait, now I remember! Professor, what happened with the witches?! And...where exactly are we?!
Layton:
Well, Luke, I've only just woken up myself. We've been here in this horse-drawn wagon since I awoke.
Luke:
H-how did we end up asleep in a wagon?!
Layton:
That is something we must now find out. First of all, where are we? And secondly, where are we being taken? There's another passenger over there. Let's start by asking her.
Luke:
Good thinking, Professor!
Examine
Sack on right
You found a hint coin!
Crate on wagon floor
You found a hint coin!
Lantern hanging from wagon tarp
You found a hint coin!
Hooded figure
Leads to:
"Excuse me, but I wonder if you could tell us where this wagon is heading?"
Vegetable basket
Luke:
Vegetables. They're all quite big and tasty looking.
Layton:
Perhaps it is a vegetable cart? No, I don't think it is.
Luke:
We're not in London any more, are we...?
Wagon seat on right
Luke:
It looks pretty drab. If this is a sightseeing tour wagon, the tickets had better be cheap.
Layton:
It is not the most comfortable, either.
Luke:
There's one more passenger, so I think it's not a freight wagon, at least.
Window on right
Layton:
Judging from what I can see, we're crossing a forest.
Luke:
A forest? This can't be London. Where on earth are we?
Layton:
There is not a trace of other people or even cars. We must be somewhere deep in the countryside.
Layton:
Excuse me, but I wonder if you could tell us where this wagon is heading?
???:
Where it's heading? ...That really is a meaningless question. It goes without saying, since there's only one place we could possibly be heading.
Layton:
...I'm not sure I entirely follow.
Luke:
Um... What do you mean by "one place"?
???:
............ If you really want to know, why don't you ask the wagon driver? Although, whether you ask or not, we'll be arriving at our destination soon anyway.
Luke:
If that's the case, surely it wouldn't hurt to just tell us...
Layton:
Luke... Let's take her advice. We may have better luck with the driver.
Luke:
All right...if you say so.
???:
............
Examine
Hooded figure
???:
............
Wagon driver
Leads to:
"Hee-hee, so you finally woke up, did you?"
Wagon Driver:
Hee-hee, so you finally woke up, did you? I was wondering what to do with you both... I was starting to think you'd never wake up.
Luke:
E-excuse me, but... where is it that we're going?
Wagon Driver:
Me-oh-my! You didn't get into this wagon without knowing where it's headed, did you?
Layton:
Well, in truth, we only just became aware that we were in here. Until just a moment ago, we were at Tower Bridge, in London. I'm afraid we have no recollection of having boarded this wagon.
Wagon Driver:
Hee-hee, you certainly say the strangest things. You're both still half asleep, aren't you?
Luke:
Half asleep...? Of course not!
Wagon Driver:
As far as I remember, you've both been in this wagon from the very start.
Luke:
There's no way that's right! And besides...
Wagon Driver:
Now, now, don't get so worked up, sonny. You'll upset the other passengers. I know nothing about the two of you, except from what I've seen. My job is just to carry my passengers... ...to that town.
Layton:
A town, you say...?
Wagon Driver:
Well looky here, it's just come into sight! Why not take a peek out, hmm?
Layton:
............
Anime cutscene
Main Street
Knight:
Captain! All present and accounted for, sir!
Captain:
Ahem! I want you to keep it in mind, men, that the peace of this town is in your hands. Never forget that no matter what happens, the people look to you to keep the peace! We proud knights of the order will always protect the people!
Knight:
Yes, sir! For honour and glory!
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Captain, Captain!
Captain:
Hmm...? What can I do for you, my little ones?
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
I want to join the order of knights and patrol the streets like you!
Captain:
Ha ha! That's an upstanding ambition, lad. Perhaps, when you're a little bigger...
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Yes, sir! I'll do my very best to grow up as soon as I can, sir!
Captain:
Hmm. I like your spirit, young man! Be seeing you.
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Oh, you look so pleased with yourself! You don't really think a weakling like you could join the order of knights, do you?
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Hey, that's not a nice thing to say. Every boy wants to be a knight...
Bardly:
Oh, what can he do, For one sweet as you? This bardly bard called Bardly♪
Muffet:
Could you sing me a wittle song? Something womantic, to melt my heart?
Bardly:
Oh, fair maiden, the pleasure is mine. A worthy song, for a love such as thine♪ Oh, the love in your heart, And the love in your head, Is full and warm, like freshly baked bread♪
Muffet:
...Sweeeeet!
Luke:
P-Professor! Look at those people over there! They're all wearing period costumes. I've never seen that in London!
Layton:
Hmm...you're right, Luke. This town would appear to resemble the one we saw pictured in that book... Although I'm somewhat puzzled as to how we have ended up here...
???:
There is nothing strange about any of this...
Layton:
............!
Luke:
Ah! You're the passenger from the wagon.
???:
The fact that we are here now is a predetermined turn of events.
Luke:
Wh-what do you mean?! We were just brought here from outside...
???:
This "outside" of which you speak... Just what exactly are you referring to?
Luke:
Huh? Well, I mean London, of course...
???:
There is no such place. Nor is there any such thing as an "outside". Not here...not in Labyrinthia...
Layton:
............! Labyrinthia...
Luke:
Wh-what?! You mean this is really Labyrinthia? Even so, that doesn't mean that London doesn't exist! If we went back the way we came, we'd be bound to come across it eventually!
???:
If you don't believe me, then why don't you take a look with your own eyes?
Luke:
Ahh?! Professor! The gate is gone!
Layton:
............?!
Luke:
The gate we came through was right behind us, wasn't it?
Layton:
Hmm...yes, it certainly was there.
Luke:
So if that's the case, why does no one around here seem surprised? Seeing such a big gate disappear like that...
H-hey...where did she go?
Layton:
This is most perplexing...
Luke:
What's going on here...?
Layton:
If this really is Labyrinthia, then... Could it be that we have somehow ended up inside that book...?
Luke:
You mean the book Espella was showing us, don't you? The Historia Labyrinthia...
Layton:
That's right, Luke. Do you recall what happened to us at Tower Bridge?
Luke:
Well, I remember when that book started glowing. But after that, I'm totally blank...
Layton:
............
Luke:
Professor...you don't think we've somehow been pulled inside that book, do you?
Layton:
It's a bit early to be drawing conclusions just yet, my boy. There are quite a few people around here. Let's start off by asking a few questions.
Examine
Knight captain
Leads to:
"You've finished patrolling this area, then?"
Labyrinthian flag at top left
Layton:
The flag bears some coat of arms, it seems.
Luke:
Knights, coat of arms... This really seems like the past...
Produce vendor
Luke:
Look at all this fresh produce, Professor!
Layton:
It seems people here do not need to rely on barter. They have their own currency.
Gear vendor
Luke:
They're selling various equipment. Swords and shields are lined up on the display counter.
Layton:
The variety of items on display suggests these people's civilisation is quite advanced.
Captain:
You've finished patrolling this area, then?
Knight:
Yes, sir! Nothing to report at present, sir!
Captain:
Hmm, we must be even more on our guard than usual today.
Knight:
Yes, sir! Oh, by the way, Captain...
Captain:
Yes?
Knight:
I don't mean to alarm you, but there appears to be a couple of unusual characters approaching our vicinity, sir!
Captain:
What?! Oi there, you two! What business do you have with the order of knights?
Luke:
Oh, er...well, um...we just wanted to ask a few questions about the area... Um, about the order of knights... Are you really...real knights?
Captain:
What's that?! You're not poking fun at the order of knights, are you?!
Layton:
That was certainly not our intention. We were merely noting that your appearance is somewhat unusual...
Captain:
You're saying we're unusual, are you? Well, that's an unusual thing to say... We usually patrol Labyrinthia, doing our usual duty of keeping the usual order. Tell me, what's unusual about that? If anyone's unusual here, it's you two! And I find it quite unusual that I've never seen either of you characters before. Which part of the town are you from?
Luke:
We, um...just came here in the back of a wagon, through the gate over there. But then we noticed the gate has vanished. You didn't see anything, did you?
Captain:
Gate? What gate?
Layton:
............
Luke:
But, there was a gate... We just came through it, from outside...
Captain:
...Outside? Now I've been patient with you two, but nothing you're saying makes a lick of sense.
Layton:
My apologies. I'm afraid it has been a while since we've been here on the main street. And I seem to remember there having been a gate of some sort around here...
Luke:
But, Professor...
Layton:
Luke, I think it would be prudent to play along here.
Captain:
There's definitely something fishy about you two...
Knight:
Captain, I don't suppose these two are...
Captain:
No, I doubt that. Although they do look and act strangely...
Knight:
Maybe, we could test them to see if they really do live here?
Captain:
A test... Yes, that might be a good idea. I know a good way of deciding whether you two are dubious characters or not.
Luke:
Wh-what are you going to do?
Captain:
Well, it's very simple. If you really are upstanding members of this community, then you'll be able to solve this.
Luke:
Solve? Solve what...?
Layton:
Hmm. Luke, it appears this town has puzzles similar to those of our own world.
Captain:
What are you mumbling about? Are you ready? Then here we go!
Puzzle #6: Knight TrainingFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
35
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Captain:
Mmm...truly impressive puzzle solving! Of course, any member of our community could solve it... But those who can solve it with this level of insight are few and far between. You are no longer under suspicion. Although I must advise you to speak and act with more caution henceforth. Today being a special day, we are on an even higher level of alert than usual.
Luke:
It seemed a bit touch and go for a moment, but I think we've convinced him.
Layton:
Not only that, but it seems that puzzles are a familiar concept here. Which means that if we run into trouble, we should be able to overcome it through our usual puzzle-solving approach.
Luke:
That's good to know! That puzzle was a bit different to what we are used to, though...
Layton:
It seemed to be a puzzle rather unique to this town. And all the more worth solving for it, wouldn't you say, Luke?
Luke:
Too right, Professor! So what's our next step...?
Layton:
Well, my boy, first and foremost... I suggest we take a look around and investigate this town of Labyrinthia.
Luke:
All right, let's do that! But where should we start...? We know next to nothing about this town...
Layton:
That's true, Luke. Although, if you recall, we do know somebody who has been here before us.
Luke:
Ah! You mean Carmine, right?!
Layton:
Precisely. It appears that Carmine was able to leave this town and return to London. However, it would also appear that he was unaware of how me managed to do so...
Luke:
So you mean, Carmine's activities here may be our only clue to getting back?
Layton:
I'm afraid so, Luke. First things first, let's see if we can find any signs of his presence here.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor! Let's start investigating!
???:
...Hmm... ...Enjoy yourselves while you can... ...for you will no doubt soon realise... ...the role you have been chosen to play...
Examine
Cecil and Petal
Leads to:
"I haven't seen you two around here before! Do you know where you're standing?"
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
I haven't seen you two around here before! Do you know where you're standing?
Luke:
Well, I might be wrong...but I think we're in Labyrinthia...
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
That's not what I mean! You tell 'em, Cecil.
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Me? Uh, well... It's just that this is OUR territory, you see?
Luke:
Your territory...?
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
That's right. You two just went and walked right into our territory.
Luke:
Oh, I get it. You mean we walked into the area you always play in, right? Sorry, we didn't realise... Do you mind if we join you here for a while?
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
You heard 'em... Whaddya think?
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
I guess it'd be all right. The more the merrier, I say.
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Fine, here's what we'll do. If you can solve this puzzle, then you can stick around.
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
It's our initiation test!
Puzzle #7: Unusual Music BoxFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Hey, you're pretty good.
Luke:
That was a piece of cake. After all, solving puzzles is my speciality!
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Yeah, me too. It'd only take me ten seconds to solve a puzzle like that.
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Really? I didn't know you solved puzzles.
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
You...just keep out of this! Nobody asked you! Anyway, you're now an official member as promised. From now on, you're number two.
Luke:
Number two?
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Yep! I'm number one!
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
You should feel proud. As number two, you can walk around the town freely. Not only that, but I'll let you in on a secret. If you check those green flags over there, you'll find something I hid there.
Luke:
Um, okay, thanks! Somehow...I get the feeling that even if I hadn't become number two, I could have walked around the town freely...
A new destination has been added to the map: Town Centre.
Examine
Cecil or Petal
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Hey, number two! There's something else you should know.
Luke:
What's that?
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
I've hidden treasure in some other places all over our territory. For example, that flag over there. Try examining it and see what you find. You'll find something amazing that I hid! There's treasure hidden in a whole lot of other places, too.
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Just help yourself to whatever you find!
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
As the boss, it's my duty to take care of my number two!
Luke:
Thanks! I'll be sure to search all around for the treasure you've hidden.
Cecil or Petal (subsequent times)
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Make sure to check every nook and cranny!
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
It would be great if you found all of it.
Green flag
You found a hint coin!
Green tarp in distance
You found a hint coin!
Flowerbed on left side of arch
You found a hint coin!
Town Centre
Examine
Muffet (before moving to North Parade Avenue)
Muffet:
Ho-hum, ho-hee! I'm just so happyyyyy!
Luke:
Why are you so happy?
Muffet:
Well, that should be obvious! Today I get to gaze upon Inquisitor Barnham in all his spwendour!
Luke:
Inquisitor Barnham? What's he like?
Muffet:
Are you sewious?! I can't bewieve there's a young boy who doesn't know all about Zack Barnham! He's so spwendid and handsome and kind... He's just amazing!
Luke:
I, um...I'm surprised anyone could be that wonderful...
Muffet:
Oh, you'll understand when you see him! He'll be making his appeawance soon, over on Nowth Pawade Avenue. Ho-hum, ho-hee, I'm just so happyyyyy! I have to go now and see what I will seeeee!
Luke:
............?
Layton:
She seems to have headed north.
Luke:
She said North Parade Avenue, didn't she? Do you think some sort of event will be taking place there?
Layton:
I can't say for certain...but wherever you look, the townspeople certainly do seem excited about something. It could be that some kind of special social event is being held today.
Luke:
Sounds exciting! Let's hurry up and see what's going on!
Bardly
Leads to:
"Oh, what have we here? A man and a lad! Like two lost sheep, It makes me so sad...♪"
Chimneystack on left
You found a hint coin!
Plant on bottom right
You found a hint coin!
Fountain underneath knight-on-horseback statue
You found a hint coin!
Knight-on-horseback statue
Layton:
It is a very detailed statue portraying a knight.
Luke:
Professor, is this town ruled by knights?
Sleeping cat
Luke:
A cat! I like looking at animals almost as much as solving puzzles.
Layton:
It's asleep. I am relieved to know that even in this world cats can safely nap in the sun.
Shop billboard
Luke:
Gusts of wind are rattling the shop sign. It seems they're closed today.
Layton:
The number of shops indicates the town's prosperity.
Bardly:
Oh, what have we here? A man and a lad! Like two lost sheep, It makes me so sad...♪
Luke:
Wow, are you singing for us?
Layton:
Ah, how fascinating! This man is clearly a minstrel.
Luke:
Minstrel? There were around in the Middle Ages, weren't they?
Layton:
Indeed. In the Middle Ages, minstrels were a kind of professional musician or poet. Although I do find it a little embarrassing to be referred to as a "lost sheep"...
Luke:
Well, at least it's better than being called a little lost lamb, right, Professor?
Bardly:
Little lost lambs, please have no fear! The bard, your shepherd, Is standing right here♪ Labyrinthine town, so your ways be known, I shall give the lambs a map, Of their very own♪
Layton:
You're right, Luke...I did prefer sheep. But it is most kind of this gentleman to provide us with a map of the town.
Bardly:
It is my pleasure, it is my delight! I am only doing, what is right♪
Luke:
Thank you, minstrel! This map will come in handy.
Bardly:
The sheep are happy, the bard is pleased, But sadly that map, is a bit of a tease...♪
Luke:
Huh? What do you mean?
Bardly:
Actually... the map I just gave you... is all in pieces...
Luke:
Whaaat?!
Puzzle #8: Map MishapFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Bardly:
............
Luke:
Minstrel?
Bardly:
You did it! You fixed the map!
Well done! Now I can continue with my bardly descriptions of the town! Ahem!
The sheep helped the shepherd, And now all is well! The bard, he can sing, Of the town he can tell♪
Layton:
Please, think nothing of it. I'm just glad we have the map in one piece.
Bardly:
Now, let me tell you about our proud town! The first thing you should know, Is that it is round♪ Right is a baker, selling bread for your meal. Left is a weaponsmith, sharpening steel♪ In the north of the town, People gather and wait. And I must go soon, before it's too late♪
Luke:
There definitely seems to be something big going on to the north, Professor!
Layton:
Yes, it would appear so, Luke. Let's make sure to have a look a little later.
A new destination has been added to the map: E. Shopping Area.
A new destination has been added to the map: W. Shopping Area.
A new destination has been added to the map: North Parade Avenue.
Examine
Bardly
Bardly:
Now let me tell you, about our proud town. The shape, you see, is perfectly round♪ Right is a baker, selling bread for your meal. Left is the weaponsmith, sharpening steel♪ In the north of the town, People gather and wait. And I must go soon, before it's too late♪
North Parade Avenue
Captain:
Okay then, let's make some room there!
Luke:
Wow, would you look at all these people! And look over there! Those knights we saw are here too. What do you think's going to happen?
Layton:
I don't know, Luke. But whatever it is, it must be something of great importance to this town. Everyone appears to be waiting for something.
Examine
Third floor windows in house on far right
You found a hint coin!
Third floor windows in house on far left
You found a hint coin!
Conic roof shingles on left
You found a hint coin!
Knight captain
Captain:
I'm afraid you cannot go beyond this point. The street ahead is closed.
Luke:
I guess this is as far as we can go. I wonder what's up ahead...
Layton:
I suppose there's nothing for it. For the time being, we'll just have to look around for a little while longer.
Muffet or Tuggit
Tuggit:
What a day! What a day! I've been waiting so long for this day that my beard has grown this far!
Muffet:
Me too. I've been so excited that he's popped up in my dweams more times than I can wemember... And the wainy weather we had till yesterday has compwetely cweared, so we'll be able to see evewything, even fwom afar! Oh my... I can hardwy wait for it to begin!
Tuggit:
Without a doubt, it must be soon now.
Layton:
It would appear they have been kept waiting for quite some time.
Luke:
Everyone else here seems to be growing restless too.
Layton:
Let's come back later. It shouldn't be difficult to tell when it's getting under way.
Muffet or Tuggit (subsequent times)
Muffet:
Oh my, why won't it start?! I don't think my heart can take any more!
Tuggit:
You and me both. If it doesn't start soon, my beard will grow even longer!
Tall building in distance
Luke:
Professor, what's that tall building over there?
Layton:
I cannot see it well enough from here, but it certainly is tall.
Blue striped awning on left
Luke:
Lots of dressed up people around here.
Layton:
Also, many knights are patrolling this area. It must be very important.
Third floor windows in house on closer right
Layton:
The architects in this town must be extraordinary.
Luke:
Buildings like those would fit in snugly in London, too.
E. Shopping Area
Examine
Shop sign
You found a hint coin!
Center Labyrinthian streamer (on left)
You found a hint coin!
Right barrel at bottom left
You found a hint coin!
Petter
Leads to:
"Wow, a bakery! And it smells so good..."
Milk wagon
Luke:
There's some milk in it.
Layton:
Hmm. There must be a dairy farm somewhere in Labyrinthia.
Seafood vendor
Luke:
It's the fishmonger. They're selling uhm...saltwater fish.
Layton:
That means this town must be close to the sea.
Bread on right
Layton:
The bakery. Labyrinthians do not seem to suffer from food shortages.
Luke:
It can't be a bad place if there's so much food to go around!
Luke:
Wow, a bakery! And it smells so good...
Petter:
If it's the bakery you want, they're out at the moment. But they should be back soon.
Luke:
That's too bad...
Petter:
But don't you think the taste of the bread has changed a bit recently? And the people working there seem somehow different, too. But then, I also feel like they've always been working there...
Layton:
Do you mean to say you're not certain?
Petter:
No...I'm not. It's just that somehow I have the feeling that there are more people working there now.
Layton:
There is something I would like to ask you. How knowledgeable are you about the people of this town?
Petter:
The people? Well, I have lived here all of my life, so I guess I know most of them. Why do you want to know?
Layton:
I would just like to know if you have ever met a man called Carmine.
Petter:
Carmine? Hmmm... Sorry, but no. I've never seen nor heard of anyone by that name.
Layton:
You've never heard of him? How curious...
Luke:
Do you think he was just going under a different name here?
Layton:
............
Petter:
More importantly, shouldn't you two be on your way? Everyone else is already heading there.
Layton:
Is there something else we should be doing?
Petter:
Are you kidding?! With all the townspeople getting so excited like this? You two must be waiting as well, right? Why not kill some time with a puzzle?
Puzzle #9: MarionettesFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Petter:
Pulling the strings is far better than having your strings pulled, don't you think? Bravo, brilliantly solved.
Layton:
Thank you. So something really is about to happen?
Petter:
You seriously don't know? Ha! Amazing! To think that there could be anyone in town who could be so clueless... Well, if you don't know... Why not come and see for yourselves? As they say, seeing is believing. Or should it be, "a picture is worth a thousand words"? I'm sure you get what I mean...
Luke:
He could have just told us... This is all a bit exasperating.
Layton:
Well, it looks as if we'll just have to go and see for ourselves. As soon as we've finished looking around, let's head for North Parade Avenue.
Luke:
Sounds good, Professor!
Examine
Petter
Petter:
The bakery is closed. Shouldn't you two be going to North Parade Avenue too?
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Shop sign
You found a hint coin!
Right Labyrinthian streamer on right
You found a hint coin!
Fruit basket at bottom right
You found a hint coin!
Knight
Leads to:
"This is definitely the best weapon shop! I could blow a month's pay in this place!"
Dry goods shop on left
Luke:
It's a sundries shop but no one's here now.
Layton:
Each item has a price tag attached, but what currency is this?
Blacksmith vendor
Luke:
Swords, shields, spears, helms... they're not just for show. They're genuine.
Layton:
This is a smithy, after all. As far as I can see, the blacksmith knows his trade.
Cobblestone path
Luke:
Cobblestones. They remind me of some areas of London.
Layton:
The roads in this town are very well maintained. I wish I could say the same about London.
Knight:
This is definitely the best weapon shop! I could blow a month's pay in this place! This sword, this axe and this mace... And that new shield over there... What more could a knight like me ask for?
Layton:
They all seem to be painstakingly crafted. But I can't help but wonder how a knight would be able to move with all this equipped.
Knight:
A soldier unable to wear this equipment is not fit to be called a knight! What's more, this amount of equipment is but the bare minimum required to effectively oust wrongdoers. Such a knave might come at me just like this...
Puzzle #10: Shady ShadowsFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Knight:
Yow saw right through that shadowy deception with consummate ease! Such powers of observation are outstanding! If you notice anything untoward, be sure to let me know immediately.
Layton:
Certainly, we'd be pleased to help. Unfortunately, villains tend to be careful too.
Knight:
Hmm...recently I've heard many tales about badly behaved youths. It seems there are two in particular who are up to no good together. I intend to deal with them before any of the townsfolk fall foul to their misdeeds. So I must remain on my guard at all times, in case they suddenly appear!
Luke:
He's definitely a knightly sort of knight! But these streets seem so peaceful, it's hard to imagine any "villains" around here. It's a shame...
Layton:
Well, we must hope they apprehend those individuals soon. Let's offer our support too, where we can.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Examine
Knight
Knight:
We must choose our weapons well, so as to be ready to fight at any time!
Price (before solving puzzle given by Petter in E. Shopping Area)
Price:
I say, sir, that's a delightfully elegant hat that you're wearing there! If you were willing to part with it, I would pay a fair price.
Layton:
...I don't see any hats for sale on your shop front.
Price:
Ho ho! You obviously don't frequent this part of town, do you? I'm Price, the pawnbroker. I deal with anything from heirlooms to hats. You can't beat Price when it comes to price.
Layton:
Ah, so you're a pawnbroker. I'm afraid I'm a little too attached to this hat to let it go. After all, it is the mark of a gentleman.
Price:
Very well, I can see it's a treasured item, and rightly so. Never mind, then. But if you're not selling, then how about buying something?
Luke:
Hmm, I wonder if the money we have on us would pass as currency here...
Price:
What's that, you're currently short of funds? Then here's what I'll do... As today is a special day, I'll let you have a little something for free. That is, if you can solve this puzzle... Now, I'll bet this young man excels at puzzles like this one...
Luke:
Huh? You mean to say you're even selling puzzles?!
Puzzle #11: The Royal VictimFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Price:
Just as I thought, a bright young man!
Luke:
I pride myself on my puzzle-solving skills.
Price:
Then your future is assured! A sharp mind is essential for success. With a mind as sharp as yours, you could even take over my business some day!
Layton:
Just imagining you as a pawnbroker is certainly an entertaining image, Luke.
Luke:
I've always been the professor's apprentice, and I can't imagine doing anything else.
Price (subsequent times)
Price:
Whether you're buying or selling, you won't find a fairer pawnbroker anywhere!
After solving puzzles given by Knight in W. Shopping Area and Petter in E. Shopping Area:
He's come! The 'teller has come!
Quick! We must go and see him on North Parade Avenue!
Oh, no...I'm late! And I'd been meaning to wait from this morning!
Layton:
The centre of the town is certainly bustling. Something looks set to start at North Parade Avenue.
Luke:
Everyone's heading that way... Come on, Professor, let's go with them!
Main Street
Examine
Labyrinthian flag at top left
Luke:
I was staring at that flag for so long that I started to make out a face in the pattern...
Layton:
The coat of arms is unlike anything I have seen in books on the topic.
Luke:
Those flags are all over the place, so they've got to be important, I guess.
Produce vendor
Luke:
They're selling fruit and veg. Good place to get your five-a-day.
Layton:
They also have fish on the other side. It's a grocery stall.
Luke:
The open market is much more fun than shops in the town centre.
Gear vendor
Layton:
I am not averse to admiring implements of this sort.
Luke:
These things don't have anything to do with witches or magic.
Layton:
Archaeologists learn about ancient cultures by examining sundries like these.
Town Centre
Examine
Knight-on-horseback statue
Luke:
It's a statue of a knight. We've got them in London, too.
Layton:
It is a magnificent statue. We can deduce from it that knights are very respected in this town.
Luke:
The water's so pure and cold.
Sleeping cat
Luke:
It's comfortably asleep. Just like in our world, cats take it easy here.
Layton:
Cats used to be valued for catching mice. I wonder if they're kept here for the same reason?
Luke:
This kitty likes sitting on top of barrels.
Layton:
The cat seems determined not to get down unless someone makes it an offering of delicious fish.
Shop billboard
Layton:
The shop sign looks very peculiar. What do they sell here, I wonder?
Luke:
The shop's not open yet. The door's locked.
E. Shopping Area
Examine
Milk wagon
Luke:
Where do the wagons with milk come from?
Layton:
I haven't seen any cows or goats around here, but there may be a farm outside the town?
Luke:
Someone left their wagon unsupervised.
Seafood vendor
Luke:
So many types of fish! Is there a river or a lake nearby?
Layton:
Interesting. I, too, wonder where they obtain so much fish from.
Luke:
The fish are very fresh. Some are still alive, in fact.
Bread on right
Luke:
Mmm...there's a delicious smell coming from the bakery.
Layton:
There is only one bakery in this area, it would seem.
Luke:
So many types of bread! Sweet, savoury...
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Dry goods shop on left
Layton:
A sundries shop. Pots and vases of various sizes are lined up on display.
Luke:
I'm not sure if you could call it a sundries shop. It looks like they specialise in earthenware?
Layton:
Perhaps it is an antique shop. Although I am not sure if the concept exists here.
Blacksmith vendor
Luke:
The wares he's peddling look pretty heavy. I can't believe he can walk carrying all that.
Layton:
He looks athletic, but what is physical strength compared to the power of witches?
Luke:
The trade with the knights seems to be flourishing.
Cobblestone path
Luke:
The middle of the road is paved with white cobblestones.
Layton:
These cobblestones surround the shopping district. This must be the main street.
Luke:
If you follow the white line, you won't get lost.
North Parade Avenue (after solving puzzles given by Knight in W. Shopping Area and Petter in E. Shopping Area)
Tuggit:
This is it! He's about to appear! This is the moment I've been waiting for ever since I began queuing this morning!
Muffet:
I can hear their footsteps! He'll be here any moment now! And that means Inquisitor Barnham will be with him! Oh, I just can't wait to see Zacky-wacky up cwose!
Mailer:
Come on! Come on! We're waiting! Once it's over, I have to get back and finish my deliveries... Come on!
Bardly:
We people have gathered, In the street we all wait. Waiting to see him, to learn of our fate♪
Allan:
Dearie me... Look at them all, clamouring for a peek! It's as if this has never happened before... It would be more fitting and proper to wait with calmness and solemnity, to show our respect. I always have trouble mingling with the common masses...
Mary:
Now, now, out of the way! Let a lady and her goat see!
Snowy:
Baaa!
Captain:
Attention, you rabble! Keep that line straight there!
Luke:
It looks like it's beginning at last, Professor!
Layton:
Yes, you appear to be right, my boy. The level of excitement is remarkable.
Mary:
Hey, you! You with the tall hat! I can't see a thing!
Layton:
I beg your pardon, madam. What might be the occasion?
Mary:
What are you saying?! I've never heard such nonsense... And to think that he is about to appear!
Luke:
Sorry, but when you say "he", who exactly do you mean?
Mary:
Surely you two can't be serious! Why, it's him, of course! The town's creator...the Storyteller himself!
Layton:
The Storyteller...
Luke:
Huh?! The creator of Labyrinthia?!
Anime cutscene
Luke:
Wow, Professor, this is amazing!
Layton:
And that must be... this town's "creator"...
Woman:
Thank you, Storyteller! Thank you for granting me this lovely baby girl!
Man:
Look at my mother! She was ill in bed, but now she's as fit as a fiddle!
Darklaw:
People of Labyrinthia! Behold your new Story!
Luke:
Wow, that was amazing, wasn't it, Professor!
Layton:
Indeed. But, something would appear to be amiss...
Muffet:
Eeek! This stowy is too howwible!
Tuggit:
Without a doubt, this is terrible...
Mailer:
Th-this...doesn't look good. Today, I'll finish up my deliveries and go home early!
Luke:
Up until a moment ago everyone was so excited... But now that the parade has passed, the mood here seems totally different.
Layton:
They all seem to be afraid of something.
Luke:
Yes, it's very strange... Ah! Professor, there's one of those sheets of paper over there.
Layton:
That must be one of the sheets that the knights were throwing to the crowd. The problem seems to be related to what is written on those sheets of paper.
Luke:
Hang on, I'll pick one of them up. This doesn't look like a typical letter or anything like that...
Layton:
It's hard to imagine what could be so terrible... Let's start by giving it a read through.
Luke:
Okay, Professor!
Story Fragment added to Items.
The fearsome witch moved deeper into the moonlit wood, casting a deathly shadow as she passed between the trees. And when the two young companions stepped into the darkness of the wood, they were drawn into her magic fire, and their lives were consumed in its flames.
NEW MYSTERY
The Storyteller
After finding themselves in Labyrinthia, the professor and Luke saw the parade of the town's creator, the Storyteller. But on reading the Story that was distributed to them, the townsfolk became afraid.
The horrific Story on the piece of paper described how two young companions would be burned to death by a witch.
Luke:
What could that mean? A witch again?! And what about where it says, "their lives were consumed in the flames"?
Layton:
Luke, let us cast our minds back to what Espella said in London... I seem to recall her mentioning that those witches had followed her from Labyrinthia.
Luke:
So that would mean...that the witches we saw in London really were from this town... The witch in this story... Do you think she's the one from before?
Layton:
It's still too early to say. But at any rate, this seemingly prophetic story, is rather disturbing...
Muffet:
I onwy came here to see Inquisitor Barnham! And this...this stowy is what I get! Oh my, what bad wuck this is!
Tuggit:
Oh no-no-no! Things had been so peaceful, and now the witch is to strike once again... What a fearful world we live in.
Mary:
What a horrible story! I can't stay here any longer. I'm heading straight back to the market stall, where I can be with my lovely little goats!
Layton:
Well, it seems that what's written here is indeed the reason for all this unrest.
Luke:
It's definitely a little ominous... But it's only a story, isn't it?
Muffet:
It's pwecisely because it's the Stowy that we're all so afwaid! Don't you even know that much?
Tuggit:
Without fail... Whenever a witch appears, somebody dies!
Luke:
Even if what you say is true, there's no reason to be afraid. After all, it's just a story. It's hardly going to become a reality...
Muffet:
...What are you saying?!
Tuggit:
Yes, what do you mean by that?!
Luke:
Eh?
Muffet:
You're not impwying that you don't bewieve in the Stowy, are you?!
Tuggit:
No-no-no...no-no-no... Nooooooo!
Layton:
............
Tuggit:
You'll get your comeuppance for this!
Knight:
Hmm? Hey, you two! What's all the fuss about?!
Luke:
Us? Um, nothing...we're not making a fuss!
Captain:
What is it? Is something the matter?
Knight:
Captain! It's these two, sir! They're creating a bit of a disturbance...
Captain:
Well, well, it's you two... Causing trouble again, are you?
Tuggit:
Ah, Captain! These two here are claiming that the Story won't become a reality! How can they say such a thing?!
Captain:
What's that?! This simply can't be... You claim that you don't believe what the Storyteller writes? ............! Could it be that you two...?
No...it couldn't be...
A moment ago they were claiming to have seen a witch... Honestly, that's what they were saying!
Look, there are two of them! They could be the two in the Story!
The pair that gets killed by the witch... Well, they could be...
Even if they're not, they must have something to do with the witch...
Luke:
P-Professor...
Layton:
This atmosphere is somewhat unsettling...
Captain:
It appears my original instincts regarding you two were indeed well founded! You're clearly suspicious! Men, surround them!
Luke:
Uh-oh...
Layton:
...Easy, Luke!
Luke:
P-Professor! This isn't good... Perhaps we should make a run for it!
Layton:
Agreed...but running off blindly in any old direction is unlikely to prove successful... We're too unfamiliar with the streets of this town.
Captain:
Oi! I wouldn't think of running if I were you! Just give up peacefully.
Luke:
Professor...
Layton:
............
???:
...Mr Layton! ...Luke! Both of you...over here!
Layton:
............! That voice!
Luke:
Hang on, isn't that...
Layton:
The voice came from that back street over there... Come on, Luke...let's run!
Luke:
Okay, Professor!
Captain:
Oi, wait! Stop! Come back here! After them, men! They're getting away!
Knight:
Yes, sir! Captain!
Layton:
As I thought... It really was you, Espella.
Luke:
But...why? Why are you...?
Espella:
Shhh! I'll explain later... Please, just wait here quietly.
Luke:
...R-right.
Captain:
Where are they?! Which way did they go?!
Knight:
C-Captain, we seem to have lost them...
Captain:
What?! They must still be here somewhere! Find them!
Espella:
............
Layton:
It appears we've managed to elude them... But what now?
Luke:
We can't stay here... They're bound to find us sooner or later.
Espella:
Let's move elsewhere. If we keep to the back streets, we should be able to reach the square without being seen. Follow me!
Layton:
Okay. We're in your hands.
Espella:
Come on, this way! And keep quiet...
Town Square Outskirts
Layton:
That was rather too close for comfort. It seems you rescued us this time...
Espella:
It was nothing. I'm just glad you were both able to get away safely. But...what are you both doing here in Labyrinthia?
Luke:
We'd like to ask you the same question! What about you, Espella? What happened after we were separated in London? I remember you jumping aboard that cargo vessel... Did you have any trouble getting away?
Espella:
Well, I...uh...that is, I...
Layton:
Easy now, Luke. We mustn't bombard Espella with questions like that.
Luke:
I-I'm sorry, Espella...
Espella:
No, I'm the one who should apologise. I'm afraid it's just not very clear...
Layton:
You have no reason to apologise, Espella. But when you say it's "not very clear", what do you mean, precisely?
Espella:
Well, to be honest...I seem to be unable to clearly recall what happened...
Layton:
Hmm...is that so...? After we put you aboard that ship, we should have followed after you... But at any rate, I'm relieved to see that you're all right now.
Espella:
Yes, I am. Thanks to you both. It's good that we could meet again like this. I'm so happy to see you here!
Luke:
Too right! We're both very happy too, aren't we, Professor?
Layton:
We certainly are, Luke.
Espella:
Let me guess... You both came here to solve the puzzles of Labyrinthia, didn't you?
Luke:
Um, well, yes...something like that. Right, Professor?
Layton:
Actually, the truth of the matter is, we don't really know why we're here.
Espella:
Eh...?
Layton:
It seems as if... Well, it's almost as if we've been sucked right into that book's story.
Espella:
Sucked into...the Story?
Layton:
If it's okay with you, Espella, I'd like to ask you some questions about Labyrinthia.
Luke:
We can't really settle down here for a chat, can we? Those knights might find us again! We'll need somewhere to lie low for a while.
Espella:
............ Ah, I know! If it's all right with you two...
Luke:
Yes?
Espella:
For now, Mrs Eclaire, the local bread maker, is kindly putting me up in her shop. If you don't mind, you're welcome to come to my room. I'm afraid it's only an attic room, so it's a little small.
Luke:
Really? I mean, are you sure that's okay? If they were to find us there, wouldn't that mean trouble for everyone at the shop?
Espella:
Not at all! You shouldn't even think like that. After all, it was you two who rescued me in London, wasn't it? So if there's anything I can do... You must let me help in whatever way I can!
Layton:
Espella... Thank you. Allow us to graciously accept your kind offer.
Espella:
Okay! Let's make our way there, while keeping an eye out for those knights. The bakery is on the eastern side of town.
MYSTERY SOLVED
Labyrinthia's Secret
The town of Labyrinthia is a mysterious place of witches and witchcraft, where everything written by the Storyteller becomes reality.
Labyrinthia is a world in which the people live in fear of witches and witchcraft, and where knights are their only protection.
Examine
Barrel on right
You found a hint coin!
Lamppost left of left entrance
You found a hint coin!
Middle second floor window on left building
You found a hint coin!
Door on left building
Layton:
Hmm. The door and windows on the ground floor are shut. Could this be so for safety reasons?
Luke:
If this was my house, I'd keep the windows open during the day to let fresh air in.
Espella:
The townspeople are afraid of witches, so they bolt the doors and keep the windows shut tight.
Fountain
Layton:
It's a water fountain. The water looks very clear. It may be suitable for drinking.
Luke:
There must be a spring somewhere nearby.
Espella:
Many people come all the way here for water.
Crates on left
Layton:
A pile of discarded wooden crates.
Luke:
They're just crates. Nothing to see.
Espella:
Oh dear! It's a scorpion! Behind a crate! Aaaaah! ...Oh, it's just a piece of wood.
Town Square
Examine
Chimney of center building on right
You found a hint coin!
First floor window of rightmost building
You found a hint coin!
Chimney of center building on left
You found a hint coin!
Cecil or Petal
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Boo-hoo...*sob* *sob*...
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
That's enough already! Won't you ever stop crying?
Luke:
Why are you crying?
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
The witch...the witch is coming!
Luke:
Ah...so you both read the story too, right?
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Boo-hoo! I'm a-afraid...of the w-witch! Save me, sis!
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
You wimp! You're a boy, aren't you?! It should be the other way around! You should be the one saving me! You're the one who wants to be a knight!
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Boo-hoo... I can't beat a witch... ...I'm toast!
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Will you just stop crying! What about me, huh? How d'ya think I feel?
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
I'll never be a knight... ...boo-hoo!
Luke:
Don't worry, you just have to be brave. You can still be a knight! And you can look after your sister, too. Here, it's just like in this puzzle...
Puzzle #12: Cloudy CrossingFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Wow, that's amazing! He really made it to the princess!
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
At last, the crying stops!
Luke:
You must remember to be brave, even when you feel afraid. Sometimes even I feel scared if I'm alone. I believe that if you're with someone you care about, you can overcome any fear!
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Got it! Thanks! From now on I'll take care of Petal.
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
I...really don't mind one way or the other. But I do wish you'd stop your crying...
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Yep, ha ha ha!
Cecil or Petal (subsequent times)
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Even if the witch comes, I'll protect my sis!
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Uh-huh... Even though I'm stronger really...
Right bench
Luke:
Look at that bench, Professor! Wouldn't it be nice to spend a whole day on it, reading in the sunshine?
Layton:
Luke, we are carrying out an investigation. This is not the time to be lazing about on a bench.
Espella:
Yes...we should be on our way.
Belfry
Layton:
A single bell hangs in the belfry. Perhaps it is sounded on special occasions.
Luke:
That's one huge bell.
Bell tower entrance
Luke:
Some knights are standing guard at the entrance. I guess we can't go in.
Layton:
It is plausible that the guards are there to make sure no one goes to ring the bell without permission.
Espella:
It is forbidden to enter the bell tower. Everyone in this town knows about it.
Main Street
Examine
Nozey
Nozey:
This is not good, not good at all. And to think, I was so looking forward to the Storyteller's parade.
Layton:
You've seen the story too, I presume.
Nozey:
Of course I have. But luckily there's only one of me, so I won't become a victim. I still don't see why the Storyteller can't just write happy stories, though... I imagine you feel the same, don't you?
Espella:
Yes...yes, I suppose so.
Nozey:
Oh, Espella... Well, the shadows are growing longer... It's time I was off home!
Luke:
Eh?! But it's only just after lunch time.
Nozey:
My home is far from here! So, er... Be seeing you!
Luke:
What's got into him?
Layton:
............
Nozey (subsequent times)
Nozey:
I suggest that you all head home early too.
Labyrinthian flag at top left
Luke:
I was staring at that flag for so long that I started to make out a face in the pattern...
Layton:
The coat of arms is unlike anything I have seen in books on the topic.
Luke:
Those flags are all over the place, so they've got to be important, I guess.
Espella:
The owl symbol is very important to us Labyrinthians.
Produce vendor
Luke:
They're selling fruit and veg. Good place to get your five-a-day.
Layton:
They also have fish on the other side. It's a grocery stall.
Luke:
The open market is much more fun than shops in the town centre.
Espella:
Maybe I should get something for Aunt Patty?
Gear vendor
Layton:
I am not averse to admiring implements of this sort.
Luke:
These things don't have anything to do with witches or magic.
Layton:
Archaeologists learn about ancient cultures by examining sundries like these.
Espella:
It's cheaper here than in the town centre, so I sometimes do my shopping here.
Town Centre
Examine
Bardly
Luke:
Hey, Professor, the minstrel is singing a song again.
Layton:
I believe you're right, Luke. Let's go and listen, while taking care not to disturb him.
Bardly:
The crowd, they thronged, In the afternoon sun! The Story was told, And the Creator was done♪ Oh what a tale, the Story's so fearful! Oh what confusion, no one was cheerful♪ Oh, this bardly bard named Bardly, Must tell you without fail, as it is his duty, To relate to you this tale♪ In the darkness of night, When the sun has gone down, The shadow of the witch shall appear...♪ And the unfortunate couple, Walking in the darkness, Shall come unerringly to the witch...♪ And bathed in the witch's fire, Their lives will be consumed by her flames♪ Oh, the story you hear today, Is terrible, I have to say...♪
Bardly (subsequent times)
Bardly:
Oh, this bardly bard named Bardly, Must tell you without fail, as it is his duty, To relate to you this tale♪ In the darkness of night, When the sun has gone down, The shadow of the witch shall appear...♪ And the unfortunate couple, Walking in the darkness, Shall come unerringly to the witch...♪ And bathed in the witch's fire, Their lives will be consumed by her flames♪ Oh, the story you hear today, Is terrible, I have to say...♪
Knight-on-horseback statue
Luke:
It's a statue of a knight. We've got them in London, too.
Layton:
It is a magnificent statue. We can deduce from it that knights are very respected in this town.
Luke:
The water's so pure and cold.
Espella:
Knights are indispensable to this town. They protect us from... witches.
Sleeping cat
Luke:
It's comfortably asleep. Just like in our world, cats take it easy here.
Layton:
Cats used to be valued for catching mice. I wonder if they're kept here for the same reason?
Luke:
This kitty likes sitting on top of barrels.
Layton:
The cat seems determined not to get down unless someone makes it an offering of delicious fish.
Espella:
My cat also spends most of the day napping in a warm place.
Shop billboard
Layton:
The shop sign looks very peculiar. What do they sell here, I wonder?
Luke:
The shop's not open yet. The door's locked.
Espella:
This shop was selling medicines made by the town alchemist...
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Price
Price:
Hello, sir. Did you gentlemen see the parade?
Layton:
We certainly did. The turnout was most impressive. It seemed almost everyone in the town was present.
Price:
Well it's always a good turnout. But more to the point, what do you make of the Story? The very idea of a witch appearing makes me shudder... I'm thinking of closing up shop and heading home early today.
Layton:
So do you believe it will be safer to stay at home tonight?
Price:
That's exactly what I believe! But that's not all... Just look at the weaponsmith over there. His weapons are selling like hot cakes.
Luke:
Why are weapons selling so well?
Price:
Well, lad, I should have thought that would be obvious... It's because the knights are buying them! They're replenishing their stock of weapons on account of the witch. As a merchant, I'm rather envious. He'll surely make a fine profit this day. Meanwhile, I'm but a pawnbroker, getting almost no custom at all.
Luke:
Hmm, that's too bad...
Price:
You gentlemen should also consider going home before it gets dark.
Layton:
We thank you for the warning.
Price (subsequent times)
Price:
They're all buying weapons in preparation for fighting the witch. Well, that's what my neighbour says. I'd like to be making as much profit as him.
Dry goods shop on left
Layton:
A sundries shop. Pots and vases of various sizes are lined up on display.
Luke:
I'm not sure if you could call it a sundries shop. It looks like they specialise in earthenware?
Layton:
Perhaps it is an antique shop. Although I am not sure if the concept exists here.
Espella:
This shop has the best earthenware in town! It's very durable.
Blacksmith vendor
Luke:
The wares he's peddling look pretty heavy. I can't believe he can walk carrying all that.
Layton:
He looks athletic, but what is physical strength compared to the power of witches?
Luke:
The trade with the knights seems to be flourishing.
Espella:
Apart from swords and armour, he also repairs broken pots and tools.
Cobblestone path
Luke:
The middle of the road is paved with white cobblestones.
Layton:
These cobblestones surround the shopping district. This must be the main street.
Luke:
If you follow the white line, you won't get lost.
Espella:
This street surrounds the shopping district, so the cobblestones are different.
North Parade Avenue
Captain:
Those two characters were slipperier than I thought.
Knight:
It seems they have left this area, sir.
Captain:
Hmm...
Knight:
Shall we head back, Captain? The men should return to the guard post.
Captain:
What...?! This is a disgrace...letting those two slip away from under our very noses like that! Let's take another look!
Knight:
Yes, sir!
Luke:
Sounds like we shouldn't be hanging around this area too long...
Layton:
Indeed. Let's head for the East Shopping Area before they find us.
Espella:
I agree. If we lay low for a while at my place, perhaps the knights will give up and go home too.
Examine
Allan
Allan:
Did you two see the latest story?
Layton:
When you say "latest"...am I to assume that these parades are held on a regular basis?
Allan:
You mean you don't know that? People these days... No one knows a thing... Never mind. I'm a forgiving sort. I suppose I should fill the gaps in your knowledge.
Luke:
That's not very polite...
Allan:
Ahem... The Storyteller appears in a parade before the common people whenever he writes a new story. It would be no overstatement to say that I spend every waking day looking forward to the stories that he provides.
Luke:
So you look forward to stories in which witches burn people?
Allan:
What are you saying?! That only happens to be the Story this time! Usually the Storyteller writes the most wonderful stories. That's why I thought he would give us a wonderful chapter today, too... Instead, I found myself caught up in the crowd. My glasses were broken, and I was bitten by a dog...
Layton:
Don't feel down. Every cloud has a silver lining, so they say.
Allan:
Don't feel down? Don't feel down, you say...?! Do I look like I am feeling down? Bah! No way am I feeling down! If my unhappiness is recorded in the Storyteller's pages, then so be it! Oh, sorrow... A part of me is such sweet sorrow!
Layton:
It seems that not all stories are born equal...
Luke:
Why do I feel that a person's character might have something to do with it?
Allan (subsequent times)
Allan:
For certain, the next story will hold something good for me.
Tuggit
Tuggit:
Ah, it's you two... You were causing quite a bit of a commotion earlier.
Luke:
We weren't causing a commotion!
Tuggit:
The Storyteller's Story is always right. And I cannot abide anyone saying otherwise.
Layton:
Then you believe that a witch will appear and commit some foul crimes?
Tuggit:
Of course I do! The Storyteller decides everything that happens in this town. Whether folk meet with good fortune or ill, all that comes to pass is already decided by the Storyteller. Whoever the victims are, they're probably up to no good on a regular basis. I spend every day as an upstanding citizen, so even if a witch does appear... I have absolutely nothing to worry about. ...Nothing to worry about...
Luke:
............?
Tuggit:
Mmm...mmm... Argh!
Layton:
............
Tuggit:
It's no use pretending! I am afraid of the witch! Argh...... It's over for me!
Luke:
Maybe you ought to go home as soon as you can...
Tuggit (subsequent times)
Tuggit:
The witch is coming! The witch is coming! It's all over for me...... Argh!
Blue striped awning on left
Layton:
The atmosphere of gaiety has dissipated. That Story has fearsome power over the people here.
Luke:
Shopkeepers and customers all look so grim.
Third floor windows in house on closer right
Layton:
The person who was waving up there is now gone.
Luke:
The townspeople were overjoyed to see the Storyteller at first, but now...
E. Shopping Area
Espella:
Ah...we're here. This is the bakery!
Luke:
Mmmm...I can smell the bread baking!
Espella:
There are some excellent bakers working here. Come on, I'll introduce you!
A new destination has been added to the map: Bakery.
Examine
Petter
Petter:
So, did you both read the Story?
Layton:
Yes, we did. It said a witch will appear and two young people will be burned...right?
Petter:
It's a terrible story. There will be a feeling of dread hanging over the town tonight...
Luke:
Aren't you afraid? You seem so relaxed.
Petter:
Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't afraid... But what's written is written, and there's nothing we can do about it. The Story can't be changed once it's been written...so no use moaning about it now.
Layton:
Don't you feel there's even a possibility that the story may not come true?
Petter:
That sounds a bit deluded to me. You know, you should be careful... The story was of two young people, and I'm thinking that matches you two perfectly... Aren't you afraid?
Luke:
Afraid...us? Nah! And anyway, we're a group of three at the moment.
Espella:
Hello, Petter. Have you come to buy bread again today? I think there's some freshly baked bread about to come out of the oven.
Petter:
Ah, yes, maybe I'll do that. Thanks, Espella.
Layton:
............?
Petter (subsequent times)
Petter:
All you can do is pray that the Story's not referring to you two.
Seafood vendor
Luke:
So many types of fish! Is there a river or a lake nearby?
Layton:
Interesting. I, too, wonder where they obtain so much fish from.
Luke:
The fish are very fresh. Some are still alive, in fact.
Espella:
I tried to bake fish bread one day, but it didn't turn out too well.
Bread on right
Luke:
Mmm...there's a delicious smell coming from the bakery.
Layton:
There is only one bakery in this area, it would seem.
Luke:
So many types of bread! Sweet, savoury...
Espella:
I help out at the bakery, too. Nowadays I hardly ever burn anything.
Bakery
Leads to:
"Ahhh...Professor, it's the smell of freshly baked bread!"
Bakery
Luke:
Ahhh...Professor, it's the smell of freshly baked bread!
Layton:
Indeed, Luke. It's certainly whetting my appetite.
Luke:
I bet the staff here are really talented!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Our bakery uses only the finest ingredients! Upper-crust goods for not much dough!
Layton:
Talented...and highly enthusiastic, it seems.
Luke:
...He's kneading the dough pretty hard, isn't he...?
Layton:
I would rather liken the motion to "pounding", myself.
Espella:
Oh, um... Mr Wright, these gentlemen aren't customers...they're my friends.
Phoenix:
Oh...really?
Maya:
Hey, Espella, welcome home!
Espella:
Hello, Maya. Um...where's Aunt Patty?
Maya:
The boss? She's gone to the market. She should be back at any time now. Sorry about Nick here, he didn't realise you weren't customers.
Layton:
Not at all. There's nothing wrong with such sincere dedication to one's job.
Espella:
Mr Wright, Maya, meet my friends, Mr Layton and Luke.
Layton:
A pleasure. My name is Hershel Layton.
Luke:
And I'm Luke Triton. Nice to meet you!
Maya:
I'm Maya Fey. And this is Nick...my assistant baker!
Phoenix:
Phoenix Wright, pleased to meet you. How come I'm the "assistant"?!
Layton:
Mr Phoenix Wright and Miss Maya Fey. ...Somehow not quite the kind of names I'd expect to hear around here. Have you both been working here long?
Maya:
Yup! Must be going on five years now. Isn't that right, Espella?
Espella:
Ah...yes, I suppose it must be.
Maya:
...Say, you know what? Seeing as you're both friends of Espella, I think we can give you guys a little something... On the house, of course.
Luke:
Wow, really?
Phoenix:
Sure, why not? I actually just took some freshly baked walnut bread out of the oven, so...
Luke:
Cor, so that's what that great smell is! I bet it's delicious!
Maya:
If you think the scent is good, you should try TASTING it. You too, Mr Layton. It's so good, it'll knock your hat off!
Layton:
I'd be delighted to. That's most kind of you.
Maya:
Well, that's that then! Go ahead and help yourselves...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Our bakery uses only the finest walnuts! You'll go nuts for our walnut bread!
............
Maya:
How many times do I gotta tell you, Nick?! You're supposed to say "here's your order"!
Phoenix:
Oh, uhh...yeah... That's right. I forgot... I don't know why, but... I just get the urge to point and shout like that sometimes...
Maya:
Bad Nick! Bad! You can't keep shouting at the customers like that... The boss'll be all over you like butter on toast!
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Luke:
That baker...he's...quite a character, isn't he, Professor?
Layton:
Yes, indeed. There's something curious about both of them... They both seem somehow...out of place in "this world". Most intriguing...
Espella:
My room is upstairs. We can get there from behind the counter. Feel free to take something to eat.
Maya:
Noooooooo!
Luke:
Wh-what's wrong?!
Layton:
She seems to be upset about something... Let's ask her if there's anything we can do to help.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Examine
Logs under wood oven
You found a hint coin!
Baguettes in basket on left
You found a hint coin!
Candle on right wall
You found a hint coin!
Maya Fey
Leads to:
"What's the matter, Miss Fey?"
Phoenix Wright
Phoenix:
Sorry if I came across as rude earlier...
Layton:
Please, pay it no thought.
Phoenix:
It's just that sometimes I get carried away when I'm pounding the dough like that.
Luke:
Well, it was kind of surprising to hear a big thump like that, even if you were just kneading the dough... And when you said "Take that!", my heart nearly stopped!
Phoenix:
When I bake great bread, I guess I just feel the need to present it to the customer like...that.
Bread on top shelf
Layton:
A large variety of bread. One could have a different type every day of the week.
Luke:
They're all baked to perfection, and the smell is making my mouth water.
Layton:
Ah, the smell of freshly baked scones. They would go very well with some tea.
Espella:
We also deliver bread to other parts of the town.
Wood oven fire
Luke:
So hot! That's where bread is baked, huh.
Layton:
It's a sturdy-looking wood-burning oven.
Luke:
You can bake many batches of bread at the same time in an oven this size.
Espella:
Baking bread requires more physical strength than most people think.
Layton:
What's the matter, Miss Fey?
Maya:
It's these loaves of bread... And after I'd arranged them all so nicely, too... Grrr! It's all Nick's fault! His pounding messed up everything!
Phoenix:
Me? But I was only kneading the dough...
Maya:
What am I going to do?! I have to fix this before the boss gets back!
Layton:
Hmmm, that's most unfortunate. Perhaps we can lend you a helping hand.
Maya:
REALLY?! Thanks a lot! You'd be doing me the BIGGEST favour in the world!
Phoenix:
Maya...you could try to show a little restraint sometimes, you know.
Layton:
Not at all. Helping those in need is the duty of any true gentleman.
Luke:
Not only that, but if we all chip in and help, we'll soon have it sorted out!
Maya:
Totally! We should all help each other out in times of need, right?!
Puzzle #13: Use Your LoafFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Maya:
Perfect, that's exactly how they were before! Thank you so much!
Phoenix:
Yeah, thanks! You really saved my bacon!
Luke:
It's no more than any young English gentleman would do!
Maya:
You said..."inglish"? What's that? And where have I heard it before...?
Phoenix:
Hey! Maya! The boss is back!
Patty:
Hello, everyone! Just as I was wondering what the commotion was all about, I see you're back, Espella.
Espella:
Welcome home, Aunt Patty.
Patty:
Were Maya and Phoenix doing a proper job of minding the shop while I was gone?
Maya:
O-of course we did!
Phoenix:
Naturally! You know you can count on us!
Luke:
They may be calling her "boss", but she seems like such a warm and friendly person.
Layton:
She certainly does, Luke. And she has a heart-warming smile, too.
Patty:
Oh, such flattery! You're just trying to make me blush! By the way, Espella, are these two gentlemen customers of ours?
Espella:
These two are friends of mine. They kindly helped me out once, in the past. I was so happy to see them again that I invited them here.
Layton:
Pleased to meet you, madam. My name's Hershel Layton.
Luke:
And I'm Luke Triton, the professor's apprentice!
Patty:
Is that so? It seems Espella is indebted to you both, so it's certainly a pleasure to meet you both. As a thank you from me for helping Espella, please feel free to stay for as long as you like. We just happen to have an empty room that you're welcome to use if you wish.
Layton:
Thank you for your kind offer, madam.
Espella:
Ah, yes. I imagine you must both be feeling hungry.
Luke:
Well actually, I'm more than a little peckish.
Patty:
Ah, you don't say! Well, in that case, let me offer you something special... My very own creation!
Layton:
Aha! Wonderful! And that face baked on the surface... a masterpiece!
Patty:
Yes, I'm proud of it. I use a secret technique to make it extra fluffy!
Maya:
Only the best for our special guests!
Luke:
This is great!
Maya:
Still, we don't really have a whole lot else to offer...only bread.
Patty:
............ ..."Only" bread?
Maya:
Uh...I mean...
Phoenix:
H-hey...Espella! Uh... Shouldn't you show our guests to their room? Let's just forget the bread.
Patty:
"Forget" the bread...?
Phoenix:
I mean...
Espella:
M-Mr Layton, Luke. Let's go upstairs, now!
Luke:
Huh? What's going on?
Espella:
Just trust me, come on!
Patty:
"Only bread"..."forget the bread"?! What kind of attitude is that? You two really expect to become fully fledged bakers some day?! Any more of this half-baked attitude, and I'll throw you in the oven until you're both well done!
Espella's Room
Luke:
I, um...didn't expect that.
Espella:
I'm sorry, she's usually so kind and gentle. But when it comes to bread...
Layton:
I suppose it shows just how dedicated she is to her craft.
Luke:
I guess it must be fun to live in such a lively place, though.
Espella:
Yes, it is. It's thanks to them that I enjoy living here as much as I do. Mrs Eclaire is always so cheerful and kind to me. And Maya and Mr Wright are so energetic... Maya, especially.
Luke:
It's certainly an interesting group. Particularly those two... But, Espella, what about your family?
Espella:
I, um... It's a bit complicated...
Luke:
Sorry, I didn't mean to pry...
???:
Meeow!
Espella:
Ah...Eve.
Eve:
Meeow!
Espella:
What's the matter, Eve? Are you hungry? Sorry, it's my cat. It must be supper time.
Layton:
Ah, I see. Please, go ahead. Don't mind us.
Examine
Hanging flowers on left wall
You found a hint coin!
Plate on floor
You found a hint coin!
Fruit basket on right
You found a hint coin!
Espella Cantabella
Leads to:
"It's such a cute cat! So well behaved and clever, too."
Eve
Eve:
...Meeow.
Luke:
So Espella has a pet cat... Its name is Eve, huh.
Layton:
A finely groomed black cat, I must say. I'm sure Espella takes excellent care of it.
Roof window
Luke:
Roof windows make this room very bright.
Layton:
It is a very pleasant room. You can see the blue sky through the windows in the roof.
Espella:
Aunt Patty chose this room for me.
Bookshelf
Luke:
Thick volumes are lined up on the shelf.
Layton:
Labyrinthian books...interesting. I would like to read some when we have time.
Luke:
They're all very thick. It would take you some time to read them, Professor.
Espella:
I like reading before going to sleep. I've read these books many times.
Jars of jam on right
Layton:
Jars with...jam, perhaps? They all have vibrant colours.
Luke:
They look scrumptious.
Layton:
I am sure this jam would be even more delicious on Mrs Eclaire's freshly baked bread.
Espella:
I made all this jam myself. You can try some if you want.
Luke:
It's such a cute cat! So well behaved and clever, too.
Espella:
Thank you. Eve is a real friend...
Eve:
Meeow...
Espella:
Oh, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Mr Layton, you wanted to ask me something, didn't you? What was it that you wanted to know?
Layton:
Well, there are a few things... Perhaps I'd better ask them one at a time. It may take a little while, if you can spare the time.
Espella:
Yes, of course. Anything I can do to help.
Layton:
Thank you, Espella. Well then, first off... (What I want to ask Espella about, is...)
After we separated in London...
Layton:
Could you tell us again what happened, between the time that we were separated in London and your returning to Labyrinthia? You said you can't clearly recall what happened to you, is that right?
Espella:
No, I can't. When I came to...I was back here in Labyrinthia. I can remember everything up until I boarded that cargo ship... But after that I just can't seem to remember how I got back here. It seems the townsfolk didn't even notice that I'd been away... I almost thought the whole thing must have just been a dream, until the two of you appeared here in Labyrinthia. It seems I wasn't dreaming after all...
Layton:
Yes, indeed. It all really did happen. You came to my office, and then the witch came for you.
Luke:
So, does that mean that the witch brought Espella back to Labyrinthia?
Espella:
Well, I suppose so... But... Why was I in...London in the first place?
Luke:
Eh?
Espella:
Why did I meet you two gentlemen...? And why was the witch after me...? I just can't seem to remember why...
Luke:
Espella, you and Carmine were running away from the witches, weren't you?
Espella:
Carmine...?
Layton:
Do you mean to say that you don't remember being in London with Carmine?
Luke:
Carmine took you with him and tried to escape from this town.
Espella:
Carmine...took me with him and tried to escape...? ............ I'm sorry...I do have a vague memory of Carmine, but... Why was I in London? ............ I just can't seem to remember...
Luke:
............
Layton:
Hmm...
After we separated in London... (subsequent times)
Espella:
Why would witches be chasing me in London......? I do remember meeting you, Professor, and you, Luke.
Espella's memories
Layton:
Do you remember this letter, Espella?
Espella:
A letter...?
Layton:
Yes. Carmine gave you this letter and instructed you to bring it to me. You followed his advice and brought it to me in my office.
Espella:
That letter...could I take a closer look at it?
Layton:
Yes, of course.
Espella:
............
Layton:
Do you remember anything?
Espella:
I don't remember the letter...but this writing does look somewhat familiar... I do have a feeling...that there was someone there next to me... ............!
Layton:
Espella, are you all right?
Espella:
I...I think I remember... I remember Carmine.
Luke:
Really?
Espella:
You're right, I do know him... I definitely know Carmine. Carmine was here in this town. In fact, he was in this very shop.
Layton:
............ In this shop, Espella?
Luke:
But according to the townsfolk, they've never even heard of him...
Espella:
Yes...yes, that's right. What they say contradicts what I remember. That's why I'm finding it so difficult to trust my own memories...
Layton:
Please, don't let that deter you. We'd be grateful to hear what you know.
Espella's memories (subsequent times)
Espella:
I can't accurately recall what happened in London, but when you showed me the letter... I remembered Carmine being here in Labyrinthia. I remember him quite clearly now. How...how do I have this memory...?
What she can recall (appears after "After we separated in London..." and "Espella's memories")
Layton:
Please, do let us know what you can recall.
Espella:
According to my memory, Carmine was working here in this bakery.
Luke:
Eh? But there are already two workers in the shop, right? Mr Wright and Maya.
Espella:
Those two have also been working here making bread for some time now. Or at least... I'm quite sure...that must be the case... Mrs Eclaire and anyone else around here would soon tell you so. That's why I put no faith in my memory.
Layton:
Hmm...this difference in perception is certainly intriguing. And the fact that Carmine worked here has me somewhat curious.
Luke:
Do you think all the townsfolk could just be pretending not to know? I mean, maybe Carmine really was here and they're acting like they don't remember. After all, he did mention in that letter that he wrote... that he escaped from Labyrinthia. How about we go and ask a few people around the town?
Layton:
No, Luke, I don't think that's a good idea. As you are no doubt well aware by now, a single word out of place can be enough to bring in the knights against us.
Espella:
Not only that, but I really cannot believe that Mrs Eclaire would pretend not to know him. She's always so straight with people... She's never two-faced.
Luke:
I see...
Layton:
Perhaps, Luke, we should be thankful that she took care of him.
Luke:
Yes, you're right of course, Professor!
Layton:
By the way, in that letter, Carmine claimed that this town held a mysterious secret. He implied that he wanted me to solve Labyrinthia's mystery. Do you have any idea what that mystery could be?
Espella:
...Labyrinthia's mystery...? I'm sorry, but I've never even suspected that this town holds any secrets.
Layton:
Then what might it have been that Carmine was investigating?
Espella:
What was Carmine investigating...? ............Ah! I think I might know what it could be. One time, Carmine asked me this: "Why is it that whatever is written by the Storyteller in the Historia Labyrinthia always becomes fact? If that puzzle can be solved, then we will unravel the mystery of Labyrinthia," he said.
Luke:
So Carmine didn't believe that what's written must always come true either...
Espella:
Well, I'm not sure, but...
Luke:
But what?
Espella:
It's only natural that what's written in that book must come true. And it's hard for me to believe that both you and Carmine could doubt this.
Luke:
Well, speaking for myself, I can't just believe it so easily!
Layton:
Nevertheless, to the people of Labyrinthia, it appears to be a matter of common sense. Which is why those knights treated us with such suspicion.
Luke:
That's true, but...
Espella:
Are you saying that... in your London...there's no Story?
Layton:
Well, there are certainly none that come true, as the Historia Labyrinthia does. In the world as we know it, such a notion is inconceivable.
Espella:
As I suspected... Carmine is from the same London as you two... So I suppose it makes perfect sense that you should all think in that way.
Layton:
Incidentally, what action did Carmine take after he came to suspect the story?
Espella:
Um...well, Carmine often visited the Great Archive.
Layton:
The Great Archive?
Espella:
Yes, that's where all the volumes of the Story are kept.
Layton:
You mean to say, all previous volumes too?
Espella:
Yes, every volume of the Story so far. All of them.
Layton:
I see... In other words, he wanted to confirm the authenticity of the story.
Luke:
But, Professor, surely he wouldn't be in trouble with the witches just for looking at some books?
Layton:
As I recall, in the letter he sent to me, he wrote:
"I realised the town held a mysterious secret and decided to get to the bottom of it... ...but before I could, they found me."
Layton:
I believe that was it. Which probably means it wasn't just ordinary books that he was investigating. It's quite likely that the books had something to do with the witches.
Espella:
So you mean...Carmine came close to unravelling Labyrinthia's mystery... And therefore became the witches' target... is what you are suggesting?
Layton:
I believe that would be highly probable.
Espella:
But, why did the witches... ............
Luke:
Um...Espella? Have there been other stories involving witches before this?
Espella:
...Ah, yes. There have been many stories about them. All of these stories are also being kept in the Great Archive.
What she can recall (subsequent times)
Espella:
Carmine seemed to doubt these stories. Which is why he visited the Great Archive so many times.
The witch's story (appears after "What she can recall")
Leads to:
"Stories about the witches are no doubt a source of considerable fear for the townsfolk."
Layton:
Stories about the witches are no doubt a source of considerable fear for the townsfolk. So why is it deemed necessary to keep such stories in the Great Archive?
Espella:
They are an important source of information for the Inquisition. Their prime objective is to capture witches and protect the people of the town.
Layton:
So you're saying that in order to fight the witches, it is essential to read about them and learn their ways?
Espella:
Yes, that's right. Stories involving the witches are under the authority of the order of knights. And the order of knights was established to protect the town of Labyrinthia.
The Storyteller, the order of knights and the Inquisition; they are the ones who govern this town. The entire fate of Labyrinthia is decided by the Creator...otherwise known as the Storyteller. ...That personage is the "weaver" of all life in Labyrinthia. Including the current horrifying story, involving the actions of a witch. It then falls to the order of knights to protect the townsfolk from such events. The knights not only protect the people, but also act as the Storyteller's guard. And finally...the Inquisition is responsible for trying the witches in the Witches' Court. ...That is the manner in which this town is managed and order is maintained.
Layton:
Undoubtedly, it was the order of knights keeping peace during the parade we saw.
Espella:
That's right. The Storyteller holds those parades from time to time. He gives the townsfolk the Story that will determine their fate from that time onwards. The Story this time involved a witch, which explains why the knights were on such high alert. I wonder what spells will be used this time... If only we could check in that book...
Layton:
......! Just a moment, Espella. What was it that you just said? Do you mean to say that there is a book about magic?
Espella:
Y-yes, there is...in the Great Archive. It describes all of the spells that provide the witches with their wicked power. It is a special book, used by the Knights of the Inquisition, to aid them in their investigations.
Layton:
That's it! That must have been what Carmine was so interested in. He was investigating the witches' power. Of course, it's possible that he came upon a secret that he shouldn't have known...
Luke:
And that's why the witches attacked him...?
Layton:
Indeed, Luke. That may well be the reason. The Story, so respected by the people, and the witches whom they fear... There could be a certain secret connecting these two in some way.
Layton:
Thank you, Espella. It seems we now know where to begin with our investigation.
Espella:
So you'll be visiting the Great Archive?
Layton:
Yes, indeed. The book about magic that resides there, may well provide a valuable clue towards unravelling the mystery of Labyrinthia.
Luke:
We'd better get going with our investigation straight away, right, Professor?!
Layton:
Absolutely, Luke. We must solve this puzzle for Carmine's sake, as well as for our own.
Espella:
Um...Mr Layton? ............ Please... Please take me along with you!
Layton:
Hmm...I'm not sure that's wise. It might put you in more than a little trouble. It is likely that Carmine's investigations are what led to him being pursued by witches. And if that's the case, the path we tread may well be fraught with danger.
Espella:
Even so... I really would like to help you. Talking with you both like this... I, too, have come to believe that there must be a secret to this town. I want to help you find the truth!
Layton:
Well, Espella... I suppose that settles it. From here on in, let's all do our very best to solve this mystery together.
Espella:
Yes, together!
Luke:
I'm the professor's apprentice, so if there's anything you need to know, just ask!
Espella:
Ha ha, thank you, Luke. I'll be sure to do that!
Layton:
Well then, without any further ado, let's follow in Carmine's footsteps and visit the Great Archive. I'm quite certain that's where the clues are waiting to be found.
Espella:
Yes, let's go!
Eve:
Meeeow!
Espella:
Not you, Eve...I'm afraid you'll have to stay here until I get back.
Eve:
Meeeow?
Espella:
Oh! My pendant. I almost forgot it.
Layton:
That's a lovely pendant, Espella.
Espella:
It's very old. I can't even remember how old I was when I started wearing it. Right. Sorry to have kept you. Shall we leave for the Great Archive now?
Bakery
Patty:
Oh, Espella. Are you off out somewhere?
Espella:
Yes. I'm taking Mr Layton and Luke to see the Great Archive.
Patty:
Is that so? Well, you might want to hurry... it looks like it might rain at any time. Ah yes, that reminds me. Could you get me something while you're out? Just on your way back would be fine.
Espella:
Yes, of course. What can I get for you?
Patty:
Some goat's milk from Mary. I forgot to get some when I was at the market.
Espella:
Okay, I'll drop round to Mary's farm on the way back.
Patty:
Would you? There's a milk bucket ready round the back.
Luke:
Milk, you say?
Espella:
Naturally, our bakery uses only the finest goat's milk for our milk loaf. It's so fluffy and white, it's delicious!
Luke:
Cor...sounds great!
Layton:
Let's be certain to try some later, Luke.
Luke:
I'm totally up for that!
Examine
Patty Eclaire
Patty:
So you two are good at problem solving, are you?
Luke:
Well, actually, more like puzzle solving than problem solving, really.
Patty:
Is that so? Well perhaps you could help me, then. Someone came to me for help, and it's a little difficult for me to solve.
Puzzle #14: Eccentric TailorFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Patty:
Well, I never! You've really solved it, haven't you?!
Layton:
If you have a puzzle to be solved, you can always rely on us!
Patty:
What a gentleman! I'll have to bake you something extra special later, to show my appreciation!
Luke:
I'm already looking forward to it!
Layton:
............
Patty Eclaire (subsequent times)
Patty:
You both take good care of Espella for me.
Maya Fey
Maya:
So you're both friends of Espella's? I'm glad to see she has friends like you.
North Parade Avenue
Luke:
It looks like the knights have given up searching for us, thank goodness.
Layton:
Yes, it seems you're right, Luke. From the look of things, we should be safe to explore a little more before making our way to the Great Archive.
A new destination has been added to the map: Great Archive Entrance.
Great Archive Entrance
Espella:
Here we are, this is the Great Archive.
Luke:
Wow! It looked impressive even from a distance, but now we're here up close, it's huge! Just looking up at it makes my neck ache.
Layton:
It must have taken considerable time and manpower to erect a building of this size.
Espella:
Yes, it did. This building has become something of a symbol for the town.
Luke:
Huh? Hey, look at that roof over there... It looks like it's suffered considerable fire damage at some point. Was there a major fire or something?
Espella:
Ah, that... That was...
???:
I've been listening for a while, and must say, you two really are strange.
Luke:
Oh, it's you.
Petter:
That roof has been like that for some time. It's certainly nothing new.
Luke:
R-really...?
Layton:
If it's all right with you, could you tell us a little about it?
Petter:
You two never cease to amaze me, with your incredible lack of knowledge. Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to tell you. That damage is from the Legendary Fire.
Layton:
The Legendary Fire?
Petter:
Yes. Long, long ago, there was a huge fire that engulfed almost this entire town. The damage there occurred at that time. You can see other traces of the fire around the town too, here and there.
Luke:
The entire town was engulfed in a huge fire?
Petter:
All of the townsfolk know about it. You're probably the only ones that don't.
Layton:
Thank you for filling us in. That's certainly cleared up a few things.
Petter:
No problem. It so happens I had nothing better to do. It wasn't such a bad way to kill time. Anyway, I'll see you around...
Luke:
To think that even a building this size could be affected by fire... The fire that spread through the town really must have been "legendary"...
Layton:
You're certainly right about that, Luke.
Espella:
............
Layton:
............? Espella, is something the matter?
Espella:
...Oh! Um, no. Nothing at all. Shall we make our way inside?
Luke:
............?
A new destination has been added to the map: Great Archive.
Examine
Bushes on left
You found a hint coin!
Spire atop Great Archive foyer roof
You found a hint coin!
Pot-like column on left
You found a hint coin!
Muffet
Muffet:
It just won't do. It's compwetewy unacceptable.
Luke:
What's unacceptable?
Muffet:
There's no one in the world more spwendid than Inquisitor Barnham. And yet, evewy time it's that woman who gets to stand awongside the Stowytewwer. It's so unfair.
Layton:
You mean the woman who was distributing the Story to the crowd, is that right?
Luke:
To be honest, I found her a little scary.
Muffet:
I'm sure it's all some pwan of hers. I just feel sowwy for my poor Zack-ums. Oh...if onwy I could get cwoser, I could offer my support...
Layton:
It would certainly be difficult to get close with that bustling crowd all around. Perhaps even dangerous.
Muffet:
...I'd fwy.
Luke:
Huh?
Muffet:
I could fwoat down beside him fwom one of the fwuffy cwouds in the sky. I could fwyyyyy!
Luke:
Wh-whaaat...?!
Puzzle #15: Cloud MazeFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Professor, I don't think she's coming back!
Layton:
We can only hope that she manages to reach the man she's after...
Mailer
Mailer:
Uh-oh... Not good! What shall I do?
Layton:
What's the matter? Is there something troubling you, madam?
Mailer:
Oh, yes! Something certainly is! Troubling me, I mean. Today's scary story, it's just so frightening! I may be afraid... But I have to do it! I have to finish my delivery! See this? A whole satchel full of letters! A letter-fest! And I have to deliver them all.
Espella:
Oh, my...that really is a lot of letters! If you'd like, I could help by delivering a few of them for you.
Mailer:
Oh...Espella! No, no... It's all right. After all, it's my job! And anyway...you look busy right now yourself.
Espella:
Well, a little. But we should always help each other out in times of need.
Mailer:
I-I'm okay! Don't worry about me. I've got it covered! Right, I'm off! I can do this... I can deliver them all! The letters, I mean. Nothing can stop the Labyrinthia courier!
Luke:
Ah! She's gone! She really was in a hurry, wasn't she? But is she really all right? She seemed a bit...flustered.
Espella:
I think she's just very, very busy. Come on, let's head to the Great Archive.
Layton:
............
Great Archive top floor
Luke:
It looks even taller when you see it up close! I can't even see the top!
Layton:
It requires a lot of architectural knowledge to construct a building of this size.
Luke:
It makes me feel giddy just looking up at it!
Espella:
Seeing it like this, you get an idea of how monumental the Great Archive is.
Burnt roof
Luke:
This whole town had once been burned to the ground. It's hard to imagine damage on that scale.
Layton:
The entire town had to be restored afterwards. It might have looked very different from what it is now.
Labyrinthian coat-of-arms flag on right
Layton:
The symbol from the flag can be found throughout the town.
Luke:
It's an odd symbol. Maybe it's unique to this town.
Layton:
The quills seem to resemble the Storyteller.
Espella:
It's his crest...
Archway on right
Luke:
Labyrinthia seems surrounded by cliffs and woods. In the distance there's nothing but fog.
Layton:
The fog is so thick, I can't see far.
Luke:
This place looks so mysterious, surrounded by the misty forest.
Espella:
The mist here never clears up.
Great Archive main entrance
Leads to:
"Wow! There are books crammed in here from floor to ceiling!"
Great Archive
Luke:
Wow! There are books crammed in here from floor to ceiling!
Layton:
Truly remarkable... Are all of these books "stories"?
Espella:
Yes, they are...all of them. It's said that these were all written by the Storyteller.
Luke:
All of these books? But there are so many!
???:
Excuse me! Beg your pardon! Look out! Gangwaaay!
Dewey:
I've got 'em, don't worry. P-p-piece of caaake! Phew...told you! No problem.
Sorry to startle you folk. I didn't think there was anyone here.
Layton:
That's all right. It's lucky that you didn't drop any books.
Luke:
I don't think I've ever seen anyone carry so many books at once. Aren't they heavy?
Dewey:
I love books, so I feel like a mother carrying her baby. If you love books too, why not carry a few with me?
Luke:
I do love books, but I don't think I could carry that many...
Dewey:
You obviously don't understand the true enjoyment of books. Embracing books, being buried in books, the feel of books, the smell of books... Listening to the sound of the pages turning, gazing up at books piled high... Being surrounded by books and playing with them... That's how to enjoy books!
Luke:
I'm not sure I totally agree...
Espella:
Um...Dewey?
Dewey:
Eh?! Th-that voice... That's Espella, isn't it? Uh-oh! H-here we go again!
Layton:
Please, remain calm. You wouldn't want to drop those books.
Dewey:
Just leave it...to me! See, all under control.
Espella:
Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that. Dewey, we've come here to find a book about magic.
Dewey:
M-magic?! I should have known... That is, I, uh...never mind.
Layton:
............?
Dewey:
Well, if it's magic that you're interested in, then might I suggest the Grand Grimoire?
Layton:
The Grand Grimoire, you say? We'd like to borrow that book, if we may.
Dewey:
Well, you'll need Miss Mystere's permission. Are you sure you want to borrow it...?
Luke:
Absolutely! We're very interested in magic.
Dewey:
Friends of Espella's...interested in magic...? So these two must also be... Uh-oh...whoops! Nooo! I-I'm losing them!
???:
Silence!
Ridelle:
Silence in the library!
Examine
Light on right at front desk
You found a hint coin!
Coat-of-arms banner at top
You found a hint coin!
Stained glass window at top left
You found a hint coin!
Ridelle Mystere
Leads to:
"The Great Archive was founded for those in the noble pursuit of knowledge."
Dewey
Dewey:
Only Miss Mystere can give permission to borrow the Grand Grimoire. But I doubt she would allow it...
Statues on either side
Layton:
There are two identical statues, one on each side.
Luke:
The statues portray people reading. Maybe that's supposed to motivate those who come here to read more.
Espella:
The statues look much bigger when you get closer.
Area around left ladder
Layton:
This appears to be documentation on accidents and criminal cases.
Luke:
There's nothing on magic or witches in here.
Owl statue
Layton:
An owl statue. This is a frequently used motif in this town.
Luke:
Ah, that's right! The flags also have an owl symbol on them!
Candle chandeliers on either side
Luke:
A candle chandelier. How do they light the candles?
Layton:
I would venture a guess that they light them from the second floor, with the aid of a long stick.
Luke:
Reading by candlelight can ruin your eyesight.
Espella:
Oh, I remember seeing very bright street lights in London. They were so strange.
Ridelle:
The Great Archive was founded for those in the noble pursuit of knowledge. I must ask you to be a little quieter, please. Dewey, as a budding librarian I would have thought that you would have known better...
Dewey:
I'm sorry, Miss Mystere. But these people say they want to borrow the Grand Grimoire!
Ridelle:
Did you say...the Grand Grimoire? .........! You're... ...Espella Cantabella. You of all people must know the significance of the Grand Grimoire. It is an important piece of literature which can only be viewed by learned persons of significant status. It's not like I can just give my permission to whoever asks for it, you know.
Espella:
I understand that, but this man...
Ridelle:
I'm sorry, but rules cannot be changed.
Layton:
The request is all mine. That book could prove indispensable for my investigations into magic.
Ridelle:
And you are...? Excuse me, but may I ask your name?
Layton:
I'm Hershel Layton. I'm investigating this town... You could say I'm a traveller, so to speak.
Ridelle:
A traveller? I'm afraid I have never come across such a profession... Well, I suppose we can return to that later. My name is Ridelle Mystere. I am a librarian, as well as curator of the Great Archive. And I am therefore responsible for all pieces of work here, including the Grand Grimoire. I'm afraid that no matter what your profession or who you are, it is beyond my authority to lend you the Grand Grimoire... It is simply against the rules.
Luke:
The rules...? Can't you make an exception for us?
Layton:
Luke...please, leave this to me. I can understand that you are unable to show this book to just anyone. However, as you yourself said just a moment ago, the Great Archive was founded for those in the noble pursuit of knowledge. And I am currently very much in the pursuit of knowledge regarding magic. Perhaps you would consider letting me at least peruse the Grand Grimoire?
Ridelle:
Only learned persons of significant status, and in particular, inquisitors, are permitted to refer to the Grand Grimoire.
Layton:
Inquisitors...?
Ridelle:
Those who administer justice in this town. Knights of wisdom, as they are known. Only somebody with equal status to that of an inquisitor, or with the same level of wisdom, would qualify.
Layton:
So if I could demonstrate the required level of wisdom, then I would qualify?
Ridelle:
You certainly are a persistent gentleman. Very well, let's see what you make of a trial. This trial has been used in the past to test the ability of aspiring inquisitors. If you are able to clear this trial, then I will acknowledge that your wisdom matches that of an inquisitor. If you can achieve this, then as curator of the Great Archive, I will lend you that book.
Layton:
Splendid! Then by all means, do begin.
Ridelle:
You certainly have some confidence. Let's see if you can live up to it. Do you think you can pass this trial, at which so many hopefuls have stumbled? See what you can do with this!
Puzzle #16: Lost in TimeFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
Unable to quit puzzle
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Ridelle:
............! How can this be? That hardly seemed a challenge for you. Who are you...and how did you do that so effortlessly?
Layton:
More importantly than who I am, there is one thing of which I am certain, and that is that every puzzle has an answer. So do I qualify?
Ridelle:
............ Not so fast! Do you really believe that my permission can be obtained as easily as that? That was no more than a preliminary trial, to separate the wheat from the chaff. Now for the real trial. Even a man of your calibre should find this challenging. This trial will have your eyes rolling and your head spinning!
Layton:
............!
Dewey:
Miss Mystere, I've never seen you get this excited!
Ridelle:
Silence! Be quiet, Dewey!
Dewey:
...Sorry!
Layton:
I assume it's safe to predict that this will not be quite so simple...
Ridelle:
Ahem! This will put an end to that overconfidence! Prepare to lose your mind in this mind-bending puzzle!
Puzzle #17: Out of TimeFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
Unable to quit puzzle
Additional dialogue:
Before starting puzzle:
Ridelle:
Before I forget, I must warn you... You no longer have the "luxury" of undoing a move. One teeny, tiny miscalculation... and it's game over. I do hope you don't mind.
Ridelle:
H...h...how...? My mind-bending puzzle! You didn't lose your mind...on the contrary, you found the solution! It's...that's...just impossible! Oh! My glasses! My book! Don't...look... Don't look at me! My glasses, let me put them on... Just a mo...ment!
Ridelle:
That's better. I apologise...for a moment there, I lost my composure. But to see my trial cleared like that... It seems I underestimated you, sir.
Layton:
It was a fascinating puzzle. No more than I'd expect from the curator of the Great Archive.
Ridelle:
I find your confidence rather disconcerting... I hope someday to have the pleasure of showing you a puzzle that will make those little round eyes of yours spin in your head! But nevertheless, a promise is a promise. I hereby grant you your permission. The special viewing room containing the Grand Grimoire is located on the first floor. As I'm sure you are already aware, that book is of unparalleled importance. By no means may it be treated with anything but the utmost care.
Layton:
Of course, Miss Mystere. Thank you for granting me permission.
Ridelle:
Well then, shall we proceed to the special viewing room? I shall have to accompany you, since the room is locked.
Luke:
You did it, Professor! You cleared both trials in one fell swoop!
Espella:
That was amazing, Mr Layton! It's well known that Miss Mystere is an avid collector of puzzles. And I've heard that the puzzles she presents are always very difficult to solve!
Layton:
I see...so there are collectors of puzzles in this place, too...
Espella:
......? What do you mean?
Layton:
Oh, nothing important. Right then, no use in waiting around. Let's go and take a look at the Grand Grimoire!
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
A new destination has been added to the map: Special Viewing Room.
Examine
Dewey
Dewey:
That was really amazing, overcoming Miss Mystere's trials like that! That reminds me, I have a puzzle of my own that feels right at home here in the library. A puzzle for true book lovers!
Puzzle #18: Baffling BookcaseFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Dewey:
Just what I'd expect from someone who sailed through Miss Mystere's trial. I must polish my own puzzle-solving skills...
Dewey (subsequent times)
Dewey:
That's amazing! Just what I'd expect from someone who cleared Miss Mystere's trial! I must polish my own puzzle-solving skills...
Double doors on second floor
Leads to:
"This is the special viewing room."
Special Viewing Room
Ridelle:
This is the special viewing room. I'm sure a gentleman such as yourself will understand... but seeing as this is a special room not open to the general public, I must insist that you all be on your best behaviour.
Luke:
Wow...this room feels so grand and elegant.
Espella:
It's my first time in here too... I must admit, I feel a little nervous.
Layton:
It certainly does give some indication of the importance of the book being kept here. That book in the centre must be the Grand Grimoire.
Examine
Left-center hanging oil lamp
You found a hint coin!
Candle behind Ridelle Mystere
You found a hint coin!
Bottom of right curtain for bookshelf on left
You found a hint coin!
Grand Grimoire
Leads to:
"This is incredible! It's crammed with information about magic."
Ridelle Mystere
Ridelle:
This tome is the Grand Grimoire. Please treat it with care.
Framed painting on left
Luke:
Oh, these colours and the brush strokes...this wasn't painted by some amateur!
Layton:
An abstract painting in soft colours. It reminds me of a meadow in spring.
Luke:
Huh? If you look at it from a distance, it resembles an animal.
Espella:
Look, there's a title: "A Very Happy Cow".
Cabinet behind Grand Grimoire
Luke:
It's locked. I can't even peek inside.
Layton:
A cabinet that cannot be opened... This smells like a puzzle to me.
Luke:
It won't open no matter how much I push or pull. Maybe it's locked with a puzzle?
Espella:
There is no keyhole. How can we open it?
Layton:
Oh, it appears we could not open it simply because the door was not fitted properly.
Painting in elliptical frame
Layton:
A lively picture of children playing.
Luke:
There's a woman in this picture. Is this someone famous in Labyrinthia?
Layton:
The author's signature is on the bottom. It seems to be a self-portrait.
Espella:
The woman in the picture is the Court Illustrator.
Candle chandelier
Luke:
It looks like candles are the only source of light at night in the Great Archive.
Layton:
The quiet Great Archive, bathed in warm candlelight, looks very peaceful.
Luke:
It looks very nice, but I wouldn't want to be the one who replaces all these candles when they burn out.
Luke:
This is incredible! It's crammed with information about magic.
Espella:
People say it's the magic used by the witches.
Luke:
If that's so, then the magic we saw in London must be in here somewhere too.
Layton:
That may well be true, Luke. A tome as thick as this must surely contain such information.
Luke:
Finding it is a bit daunting, though... Huh, what's this? Professor, this page is different from the others...
Layton:
What is this...?
Luke:
This page isn't about magic at all... Something about it makes me feel uneasy.
Layton:
............! Luke, this page...it appears to be addressed to someone, don't you think?
Luke:
Oh... You mean like a message...? Let's read it, Professor!
From a time long ago, The ancient flame has been locked, In an infinite vault of books.Waiting for the awakening, When the sun and moon, Watching over the sage, Swap places to show their true form,The door to the past will open. Once a person of perspicacity has fulfilled the challenge, The door will be open. Until then I will wait, For the time of the awakening.
Luke:
Wh-what is this?!
Ridelle:
How...can this be? Why is this in here...? How did something like this get into the Grand Grimoire?! It's just not possible... I can't understand it. No one entered the special viewing room before you came here... And whenever someone enters this room, I always accompany them in this way.
Espella:
So...that means that the page must have changed at some point...doesn't it?
Layton:
............
Luke:
Could that really be possible?! Perhaps with some kind of device...
Ridelle:
Unthinkable! There is only one key to this room, so no one can enter without being granted my permission. I assure you it's true, on my honour as a curator.
Luke:
But then...how can anyone have done this?
Layton:
Luke, I believe we both know who might be capable of such an act.
Luke:
Eh...?
Espella:
You mean, witches...don't you?
Luke:
W-witches...
Layton:
............ We don't know yet who changed that page, but the more important matter... is what's written here. The "infinite vault of books" mentioned here presumably refers to the Great Archive. Which implies there is a secret of some sort hidden within the library.
Luke:
Professor, what about this part: "a person of pers, perspi...perspicacity"...?
Layton:
Well, I believe that could be referring to Carmine.
Espella:
He came here regularly to investigate.
Layton:
So it's certainly somewhat likely. Which means our next objective... is to find the answer that he was looking for.
Luke:
It's a bit of a spooky message... But if we can open this "door to the past", then we'll surely be one step closer to solving this mystery!
Ridelle:
Just a moment, please... I'm the curator here. And I won't be allowing you to investigate anything without my permission.
Luke:
S-so you mean we can't investigate...?
Ridelle:
Not at all. I'm simply insisting that you allow me to accompany you. There should be no doors in this library that I don't know about. And even if there is something hidden somewhere, as suggested by this message, it is my duty as curator to know what that is.
Layton:
I completely understand, Miss Mystere. We can only benefit from your presence. Now then, how about we all make our way back to the entrance? Let's think about where this door could be from there.
Great Archive
Luke:
But, Professor, supposing there is a door, that message is such a puzzle in itself... don't you think it'll be difficult to find?
Espella:
You may be right. And this library is so large... Finding anything will surely take a good deal of our time.
Layton:
No, I think not. You're both missing something here. I believe I may well know what is meant by the words in the message.
Luke:
Eh? Really, Professor?!
Layton:
Yes. If you'll just remember the wording...
"From a time long ago, The ancient flame has been locked, In an infinite vault of books,Waiting for the awakening. When the sun and moon, Watching over the sage, Swap places to show their true form,The door to the past will open. Once a person of perspicacity has fulfilled the challenge, The door will be open. Until then I will wait, For the time of the awakening."
Layton:
If you'll both take a look around this room, you'll notice we are surrounded by books. There is probably nowhere else in the library with more books than there are right here.
Luke:
There are books extending all the way up. We're completely surrounded by them.
Layton:
And the key to opening this door is in the "sun and moon watching over the sage".
Luke:
But what could that mean...?
Espella:
There are no windows, so no light can come in from the sun or the moon.
Layton:
Precisely! Which means it is not the real sun and moon that are being referred to here. And they are located where they can "watch over" the sage. In other words, behind. Perhaps you have already realised to whom "the sage" is referring...? Right then, let's find this "sun and moon watching over the sage" and open the door!
Examine
Sun-and-moon insignia behind front desk
Leads to:
"Ah! What's that...?!"
Ridelle Mystere or Dewey
Ridelle:
Dewey? You haven't, by any chance... entered the special viewing room without my permission, have you?
Dewey:
Of course I haven't been in there! What are you saying, Miss Mystere? You always say that if anyone goes in there without permission, they'll have to solve 100 of your puzzles as punishment! If I had to solve that many puzzles, I'd go insane!
Ridelle:
That's pitiful! If you ever even considered becoming a librarian, I'd expect that much of you.
Statues on either side
Espella:
It feels so sophisticated! I bet we'll find something here!
Luke:
But the riddle mentions the sun and the moon. Where are they?
Espella:
Oh, maybe I was wrong then...
Area around left ladder
Luke:
There are so many books stored here - I suppose that's why they call it the Great Archive.
Espella:
Well, anyway. Luke, I'm sure there are clues to be found here!
Owl statue
Espella:
Maybe the owl is supposed to be the guardian of this door.
Luke:
I...I was thinking the same thing.
Candle chandeliers on either side
Luke:
I wonder if this has got something to do with the sun in that message we just saw.
Espella:
But there's nothing remotely resembling the moon in sight.
Luke:
Ah! What's that...?!
Espella:
It's a sun and moon construction... Oh!
Luke:
So the "sage" must be...
Layton:
That's right, the sage of this library refers to the curator. And this sun and moon construction is located right behind her seat... So that's what the "sun and moon watching over the sage" was referring to.
Luke:
And when the sun and moon swap places, their true form will be shown... and the door to the past will open. So all we need to do is work out what that means...
Espella:
But what does it mean by "their true form"?
Layton:
Hmm...well, if we interpret it at face value, it would suggest that we are currently seeing their untrue form. ............Hmm? Have a look at this. There seems to be some sort of mechanism in place.
Luke:
Ah! Professor! If you look closely, there seems to be a puzzle hidden here.
Puzzle #19: Sun and the MoonFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Ah! Professor, there's a stairway!
Espella:
Who would have thought there could be anything like this hidden here?
Layton:
"The ancient flame has been locked in an infinite vault of books"... I wonder just what we'll find down there...
Ridelle:
A-an entrance...to a basement below the Great Archive?!
Layton:
Am I right in thinking that you knew nothing of this stairway's existence?
Ridelle:
That's right... And if I, the curator, knew nothing of it, then surely no one else could. It's hard to believe that a secret such as this could have been hidden here all this time. Who could have possibly left such a message...?
Layton:
............ Hmm...it might be wise not to let anyone see what has been revealed here...
Ridelle:
I agree. I'll be back as soon as I have asked the other visitors to leave the building.
Layton:
Well then! Are you both ready?
Luke:
You betcha! Let's go, Professor! You too, Espella!
Espella:
Okay then, Luke!
A new destination has been added to the map: Great Archive Cellar.
Examine
Revealed entranceway
Leads to:
"This place...appears to be some sort of historic site."
Great Archive Cellar
Layton:
This place...appears to be some sort of historic site.
Luke:
It's amazing to think a place like this could exist under the library.
Espella:
I wonder when it dates from...?
Layton:
............
Espella:
...Ah! That mural... ............It can't be............
Examine
Torch on far left
You found a hint coin!
Torch to right of mural
You found a hint coin!
Torch on far right
You found a hint coin!
Ridelle Mystere
Leads to:
"This wall painting is a bit scary, isn't it? A monster attacking a burning town..."
Fire dragon mural
Luke:
A dragon breathes fire, setting the town ablaze...
Layton:
There is a woman in the mural. The dragon's master, perhaps?
Luke:
Why is a nasty mural like that in this secret room beneath the Great Archive?
Espella:
...
Inscription
Layton:
Something is written here...but the letters are too worn away by time to be legible.
Luke:
These letters have a funny shape. Maybe it's some ancient script?
Layton:
I am intrigued. If we could only know what is written here...
Espella:
I am not familiar with this script either... I'm sorry that I cannot help.
Rubble on left
Luke:
The ceiling around here caved in...
Layton:
The walls have gone brittle, too. It may be dangerous to stay here too long.
Luke:
I hope this cellar isn't going to collapse...
Luke:
This wall painting is a bit scary, isn't it? A monster attacking a burning town...
Layton:
There's also a woman hurling fire. I suppose she must be a witch...?
Ridelle:
That woman is the Great Witch.
Layton:
Miss Mystere?
Ridelle:
This certainly doesn't bode well, a painting of the Great Witch here...
Layton:
Do you know anything about the witch in this painting?
Ridelle:
You don't know of the Great Witch? But how can that be possible for a man of your learning?
Layton:
Well, that's...
Ridelle:
Never mind. I'm sure you must have your reasons. I don't wish to pry.
Layton:
I appreciate that. Would you mind perhaps telling us a bit about this witch?
Ridelle:
The woman in this painting... is the Great Witch Bezella. And this painting depicts the infamous Legendary Fire that she caused.
Layton:
The Legendary Fire...
Ridelle:
She is the witch in charge of all witches, whose very existence poses the greatest threat known to Labyrinthia. The Great Witch Bezella cannot be considered the same as other witches... She is the root of all Labyrinthia's woes.
Layton:
............ The Great Witch Bezella...
What do you mean by the root of all Labyrinthia's woes?
Ridelle:
The reason for all of Labyrinthia's suffering at the hands of witches, lies in the very existence of the Great Witch Bezella.
Layton:
Would you mind elaborating...?
Ridelle:
The Great Witch Bezella is the source of all the other witches. As long as she exists, there will be no end to other witches. While the Great Witch Bezella is with us, the townspeople will forever live in fear under the shadow of witches.
Luke:
So you mean that if there were no Great Witch, there would be peace?
Ridelle:
No Great Witch? That's easy enough to say... But while all of the knights have been searching for Bezella, nobody has ever been able to find her. There are very few clues, and no one has ever seen her in person. Nevertheless, the Great Witch Bezella is undoubtedly present in Labyrinthia.
Layton:
How can you be so certain?
Ridelle:
Because her deep claw marks can still be seen throughout the town.
Luke:
"Claw marks"...?
Ridelle:
You must all have seen them too. The traces of that fire, when you entered this library.
Layton:
Ah, yes. There was a part of this building that had suffered noticeable damage.
Ridelle:
Bezella is a fearful witch, who has all other witches doing her bidding. Long ago...this town was reduced to ashes as a result of her fiery magic.
Luke:
Reduced...to ashes?
Ridelle:
That must have been...let me see...a hundred or so years ago. It was on the evening of the fire festival, held every year in honour of the Great Witch Bezella. The Great Witch's fury was unleashed without warning, as the entire town burned.
Layton:
That's terrible...
Ridelle:
That was the Legendary Fire... Every person in this town knows about it.
Layton:
The Legendary Fire...
Ridelle:
The rebuilding of the town was a long and arduous process. And all the while, Bezella must have been watching and laughing from the shadows.
Luke:
That's awful...
Ridelle:
Even now, the legend of long ago... continues to cause real suffering amongst the townsfolk. To think that a painting of that fearful witch could be right here in the basement of my beloved library! What is it doing here, of all places?!
Layton:
............
Ridelle:
There's nothing for it...I'll just have to have this room sealed shut. Please, let's keep the existence of this room strictly between ourselves. For the good of the people. As for me, I shall do my best to forget all about this hidden room... ...I'm afraid I'd rather not remain in here a minute longer. ...It's time I started closing up the library for the day.
Luke:
I can't help but feel we've done something wrong.
Layton:
Luke...do you recall the words towards the end of that message?
Luke:
Do you mean "until then I will wait"...?
Layton:
That's right. When we opened this door... or rather, when we were guided towards opening this door, I could sense someone else's will at work. It's almost as if our following Carmine and coming to this library, had all been planned out in advance.
Luke:
Surely you don't mean...that we were beckoned here by the Great Witch Bezella?!
Layton:
............
Espella:
............Bezella............
Anime cutscene
Layton:
Is something the matter? Are you feeling all right, Espella?
Espella:
Yes, I'm fine, really.
Espella:
............
Luke:
Um, Espella...?
Espella:
Ah...I, uh...yes? What is it?
Luke:
It's just that...well, you've been so quiet...
Espella:
Oh, it's nothing... It's just that, this room... It's a little chilly, don't you think?
Luke:
The atmosphere is a bit sinister. Not to mention that scary picture... Maybe it's about time we made a move from here?
Layton:
Yes, indeed. ............ Those words at the end of the message... ............"I will wait"............ What if...we weren't meant to be the ones being called here...?
NEW MYSTERY
Underground Mural
Hidden beneath the Great Archive were ancient remains in which was enshrined an ominous wall painting depicting the town being consumed by fire. When was this painting created, and by whom?
Was it by chance that we found this wall painting, or were we in fact led to it by someone?
MYSTERY SOLVED
Investigation
Carmine had been visiting the Great Archive to investigate one of Labyrinthia's secrets. That secret being the ancient remains found hidden in a room beneath the library.
Who would have thought that the secret Carmine was after was the mural of the Great Witch Bezella under the library.
Great Archive
Luke:
Phew, it's much more relaxing here, isn't it? It felt so intense and claustrophobic down there.
Espella:
Yes, it certainly did... Today has been full of surprises. Not only did I meet up with you two again, but we also found that mural in the library. It seems that this town really does hold a mysterious secret, doesn't it? What shall we do now?
Layton:
Hmm...I'd certainly like to learn more about this magic. We've been in here for quite some time. It must be getting late. It's probably best if we wind up our investigating for today and take a rest. You must both be feeling tired.
Espella:
Yes, I suppose you're right. I'd be happy to do a little more investigating with you two, but I have an errand to run before it gets too late.
Luke:
I'm still up for investigating further! Whatever the puzzle, I'm ready to solve it!
Espella:
Ha ha! Luke, I could hear your tummy rumbling from here just now!
Luke:
Well, I can't pretend I'm not a little hungry...
Espella:
If you haven't arranged accommodation yet, why don't you both stay at the bakery? There is a room free, so I'm sure it'd be all right. And Mrs Eclaire would love to have you. What do you say...?
Layton:
Well, if you put it like that, we'd be delighted to stay. Thank you, Espella.
Luke:
And there's all that delicious bread, too! Mmmm, I'm looking forward to it already!
Ridelle:
Professor Layton, do you have to be going?
Layton:
Yes. Sorry for all the trouble we put you to.
Ridelle:
Not at all. Although I still can't get used to there being a secret room under the library. It's been a while since I last met someone capable of solving my puzzles. And as I promised, you have my permission to borrow the Grand Grimoire. If you have any need for it in the future, please do drop by and let me know.
Layton:
Thank you very much, Miss Mystere. It's been a pleasure.
Ridelle:
Oh...there is just one more thing. I have all of Labyrinthia's puzzles stored here in this library. As you continue with your investigations here in Labyrinthia, there will likely be puzzles that you cannot solve or which you do not find. Such puzzles will come to me. Any time you wish to solve such puzzles, just visit me and I will show them to you.
Layton:
Puzzles that we cannot solve or do not find, you say? Very well. Then I look forward to seeing you again.
Ridelle:
I'll be waiting. Please take care on your way home. It's already become dark out there. And...if I remember rightly, the Storyteller's latest story did mention the evening...
Layton:
............ You take care, too. Until we meet again, Miss Mystere.
Grand Grimoire added to Items.
Great Archive Entrance
Luke:
Wow! It's already this dark out here... I didn't realise we were in there so long.
Layton:
It looks as if it must have been raining up until a moment ago. The ground is still wet.
Luke:
Yes, and that reminds me of what Mrs Eclaire was saying before we left... She said: "you might want to hurry... it looks like it might rain at any time." Let's get a move on! You too, Espella...... Hey, where is she?
Layton:
That's strange...she's not here.
Luke:
I wonder where she could have gone...
Layton:
Perhaps she's still in the Great Archive...
Dewey:
Slowly does it, step by step... Oh...are you two still here? Can you let me through? I have to lock up.
Luke:
Hello, Dewey. Have you seen Espella?
Dewey:
If you're looking for Espella, she left while you were still talking to Miss Mystere.
Luke:
Eh? I wonder why...
Dewey:
She said something about having to buy some milk. Even though it was still raining...
Layton:
Ah, yes. I do remember Mrs Eclaire asking her to get some milk for the bakery.
Luke:
It was raining...you said?
Dewey:
Yes. It started raining about the time you all went down into that library basement. When Espella left just now, it did look as if the rain was about to stop. Ah, yes! She left a message for you. She said to go back without her.
Luke:
But she didn't have to go alone! Especially in the dark...
Dewey:
I'm sure she'll be fine. If it's only milk she needs, then she can get it at the market. It's not far, so she should be back soon. If anything, I'd be more worried about you two being the ones in danger. You, know, in the Story, it said there were "two companions".
Layton:
............
Dewey:
If your work here is finished, then I suggest you both go home. I don't want to get caught up in anything!
Layton:
Luke...why don't we head back to the bakery and wait for Espella there?
Luke:
I suppose so. I guess she'll be all right...right?
Examine
Great Archive top floor
Luke:
It looks even taller when you see it up close! I can't even see the top!
Layton:
It requires a lot of architectural knowledge to construct a building of this size.
Luke:
It makes me feel giddy just looking up at it!
Burnt roof
Layton:
This seems to be related to the mural we saw in the Great Archive cellar.
Luke:
The librarian said the fire was caused by a fire dragon summoned by Bezella, the Great Witch.
Labyrinthian coat-of-arms flag on right
Luke:
Those symbols were in the Great Archive, too.
Layton:
These flags serve to constantly remind the townspeople that their creator is watching them.
Luke:
It's a bit unsettling, although I can't really say why.
Archway on right
Luke:
Labyrinthia seems surrounded by cliffs and woods. In the distance there's nothing but fog.
Layton:
The fog is so thick, I can't see far.
Luke:
This place looks so mysterious, surrounded by the misty forest.
North Parade Avenue
Examine
Tuggit
Tuggit:
No-no-no, no-no-no. It's...pitch black! I can't go home when it's so dark!
Luke:
I don't think it's so dark, with all these lights around.
Tuggit:
Lights...yes, that's right. The lights... I'm having trouble with the lights in my house. It's sooooo dark in there!
Puzzle #21: Rotating RoomFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Now you can return to a brightly lit house!
Tuggit:
...If it's as bright as this, then I've nothing to worry about. So bright that I can even tell it's my house from afar... Shining so very brightly... No...no-no-no, no-no-no! It can't be sooooo bright... If my house is THAT bright, it's bound to get noticed by the witch! ...And then I'll be doomed!
Tuggit (subsequent times)
Tuggit:
The witch will appear... I'm doomed!
First floor windows in house on closer left
Luke:
It's bright here even after dusk.
Layton:
Perhaps the light helps dispel Labyrinthians' fear of the witches.
Luke:
Is it just my imagination, or are there fewer people around? Have they all gone home because of that story?
Great Archive
Luke:
The opposite side is not very well lit, so it's hard to see anything from here.
Layton:
The Great Archive, towering above us against the dark skies, looks truly imposing.
Luke:
At night, it looks more like a place to test your courage at rather than read books.
Third floor windows in house on closer right
Layton:
Unlike in the other parts of the town, buildings here are tall and magnificent.
Luke:
It looks quite posh.
Layton:
Many of the houses have shops on the ground floor and living quarters above.
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Cinderellia
Cinderellia:
Francesca, Anna, Lillian... My dear friends. I am ever so sad... Soon, the four of us will be forced to part ways.
Layton:
Hmm...? This is the pawnbroker's shop, isn't it? What seems to be the matter?
Cinderellia:
Oh, my. Is that concern in your voice, oh gentle sir? If you have but a moment, allow me to explain my ever so woesome woe... The family coffers are not brimming with coin as they once were, I'm afraid...so I've come to sell my ever so dearest friends.
Luke:
Sell...your friends?!
Layton:
Indeed, and lifelong friends at that!
Cinderellia:
Oh, indeed, gentle sir. However, my friends are ever so picky about where they stay. ...Pray, would you be able to put them into their proper rooms?
Puzzle #22: Dollhouse DramaFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
25
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Layton:
Now I get it! The friends you were referring to are your dolls.
Cinderellia:
Oh, thank you, gentle sirs! With my friends all in their place, I'm sure to get ever such a fair price... And I'm sure they will be ever so happy in their new homes.
Luke:
Wait, did we do that for your friends, or for the price...?
Cinderellia:
Tell me, Mr Pawnbroker, will you take ever such good care of my friends now?
Price:
Madam, I realise you have brought your friends a long way to visit me, but I'm afraid a dolls' house like this... is a little out of my line.
Cinderellia:
........................
Price:
Okay, okay, you win! I'll take them off your hands!
Cinderellia:
Hee hee! Wonderful! Thank you ever so much, Mr Pawnbroker.
Luke:
She might be laughing, but I could certainly sense the tension in that transaction.
Layton:
A haughty laugh of authority, perhaps...
Cinderellia (subsequent times)
Cinderellia:
Because of your help, I can now afford to buy brand new friends to keep me company. Keeping up with the fashion scene for dolls is ever so difficult when one is so far away from the rich comforts of the castle.
Streetlamp
Layton:
Few lights are on at night around here, giving this place a very different atmosphere.
Luke:
These are some fancy street lights. What's that burning inside?
Layton:
London street lights used to be powered by gas, but that is not the case here.
Blacksmith vendor
Luke:
You can hear hammer strikes even at night.
Layton:
He may have received an urgent order. You can tell from the sound that he's very keen on the work.
Luke:
The town feels somewhat desolate at night, so seeing shops like this brightens up the mood a little.
Town Centre
Examine
Knight-on-horseback statue
Luke:
The fountain looks marvellous illuminated by the lights.
Layton:
They don't seem to use electricity for light. There must be torches on the inside of the trough at the base.
Luke:
The statue has a different air about it at night.
Top of barrel
Luke:
The cat that was here earlier has gone off somewhere.
Layton:
It might have gone for a patrol around its territory.
Luke:
Cats sleep so much during the day that they're full of energy at night.
Shop billboard
Layton:
It doesn't seem to be open for business at night, either.
Luke:
The lights are on upstairs, but maybe the shopkeeper's unwell?
Layton:
We should put our time to better use than waiting for this shop to open. Let us go back.
Main Street
Examine
Mailer
Mailer:
Uh-oh... Not good! What shall I do?
Layton:
What's the matter? Is something troubling you, madam?
Mailer:
Oh, yes! Something certainly is! Troubling me, I mean. Today's story is just so frightening!
Luke:
You mean the story with the witch? So you're afraid too?
Mailer:
Well, duh! Of course I'm afraid! But...I'm the courier. And that means one thing! My post will ALWAYS be delivered! No exceptions. No matter what.
Luke:
Courier...I guess that's like a postwoman, right?
Mailer:
I wouldn't know about that. I just deliver these letters. To the townspeople. But now, everyone's afraid. So no one's going out. And so...there are way more than usual! Letters, I mean. Letters that need delivering!
Layton:
We'd be delighted to offer our help. Is there some way that we could lend you a hand...?
Mailer:
Thank you for the offer! But there's nothing you can do. Delivering letters is my responsibility, you see.
Luke:
Wow, that's impressive. Even at a time like this, you're putting your work first.
Mailer:
Well, I suppose. But you know what? I can't help but think... If only there were something I could ride... That would make it so much easier! The delivery, I mean.
Puzzle #23: Short Round RideFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Mailer:
If only I had a cart like that... I could deliver all the letters! I'd just drop them down from the sky.
Luke:
Put one foot wrong and you'd fall out! You'd at least need a seatbelt...
Mailer:
A "seed-bolt"? What's that? Anyway, I'd better go. Can't keep talking. Got letters to deliver! And remember, let me know if you have anything to deliver! Letters, I mean. Bye!
Mailer (subsequent times)
Mailer:
If only I had a cart like that... I'd be able to deliver so many more! Letters, I mean.
Produce vendor
Luke:
The shop's closed. The owner must have gone home already.
Layton:
The shop staff may have just gone to purchase fresh produce.
Town Square
Examine
Right bench
Luke:
It doesn't look as inviting after dark.
Layton:
It's a bit dark here, so mind your step.
Belfry
Luke:
It's dark inside. I don't think anyone's there, Professor.
Layton:
There is something unsettling about the sight of the tall bell tower, piercing the dark skies.
Bell tower entrance
Layton:
Flickering lights reveal guards standing at the entrance.
Luke:
Is this an important building?
Town Square Outskirts
Examine
Door on left building
Luke:
The windows are closed, but the first floor lights are on.
Layton:
Very few people are out and about at this hour. Streets empty out as night sets in.
Luke:
Witches found their way even into the professor's office! Doors and shutters won't keep them out.
Fountain
Layton:
It's a water fountain. The water looks very clear. It may be suitable for drinking.
Luke:
There must be a spring somewhere nearby.
Crates on left
Layton:
A pile of discarded wooden crates.
Luke:
They're just crates. Nothing to see.
E. Shopping Area
Luke:
Professor, I smell freshly baked bread! I wonder if that could be Mrs Eclaire's work. Let's go inside!
Layton:
Hmm...yes, we could. Although we could also take a walk around the town at night... If there's nothing else you'd particularly like to see, perhaps we should head back in.
Examine
Petter
Petter:
Evening, gents! Isn't Espella with you?
Layton:
Do you know Espella?
Petter:
Do I know her? There isn't a person in this town who doesn't know Espella.
Luke:
I didn't realise she was so famous...
Petter:
I've known some ignorant people, but you two really do take the biscuit. If you knew her better, then I doubt you'd be spending so much time with her.
Luke:
What's that supposed to mean? Espella is a lovely person... I don't know how you can say that.
Petter:
Personally, I don't enjoy talking about her in that way either...
Layton:
............
Petter (subsequent times)
Petter:
Personally, I don't enjoy talking about her in that way either... It's just that I wanted to warn you to take care when associating with her.
Butcher
Layton:
There's a butcher next to the fishmonger. It's still open.
Luke:
Extended opening hours? That's convenient. Do you think they take pounds and pennies?
Layton:
I think we've all got a bit hungry. We seem to be noticing only food.
Seafood vendor
Luke:
Ooooh! Phosphorescent anglerfish!
Layton:
And that would be octopus over there. It looks belligerent and ready to spray the potential buyer with ink.
Luke:
They've sold out of most of their products today.
Empty trays on right
Layton:
This is the entrance to the bakery. Shall we go in?
Luke:
Let's stay the night here and resume our investigation tomorrow morning.
Bakery
Leads to:
"Aha, welcome back! I've prepared the evening meal already."
Espella's Room
Examine
Roof window
Layton:
Calming moonlight is pouring into the room through the roof window.
Luke:
It must be very nice to lie down in bed with a view of the starry skies above!
Bookshelf
Luke:
Thick volumes are lined up on the shelf.
Layton:
Labyrinthian books...interesting. I would like to read some when we have time.
Luke:
They're all very thick. It would take you some time to read them, Professor.
Jars of jam on right
Layton:
Jars with...jam, perhaps? They all have vibrant colours.
Luke:
They look scrumptious.
Layton:
I am sure this jam would be even more delicious on Mrs Eclaire's freshly baked bread.
Entrance
Leads to:
"Aha, welcome back! I've prepared the evening meal already."
Bakery
Patty:
Aha, welcome back! I've prepared the evening meal already.
Luke:
Wow, it looks great!
Maya:
Hang on...where's Espella?
Layton:
I'm afraid we were separated when she went to get that milk. Has she not come back yet?
Patty:
Oh, dear. Maybe I was asking too much of her...
Layton:
My apologies. I should have stopped her, had I had the chance.
Patty:
It's nothing you need to worry about, Mr Layton! That girl knows her way around. I'm sure she'll be back soon. Let's go ahead and eat while waiting for her.
Maya:
I love it when we all get to eat together. Meals are much more enjoyable that way!
Luke:
I've never had bread and jam that tasted this good before!
Phoenix:
I hope Espella gets back soon...
Maya:
Oh, yeah! You guys went out to the Great Archive with her, didn't you?
Phoenix:
Did you find what you were looking for?
Layton:
Well...it's a bit of a mystery, really.
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Layton:
In truth, we went there to investigate the mystery that is Labyrinthia. However, what we found instead was quite the puzzle.
Phoenix:
Oh, right... A "puzzle", huh...
Maya:
You know, I get the impression puzzles are pretty popular in this town. Do you not know what a puzzle is, Nick?! Not that I know exactly...
Phoenix:
Well, we spend all our time baking... It's not really the kind of thing we're supposed to know about, I guess.
Layton:
Indeed, it appears the two of you are a little unsure about the concept of puzzles.
Maya:
Say, Mr Layton... Do you think you could give us a little "Puzzles 101" crash course? I'm kinda curious.
Layton:
It would be my pleasure, Miss Fey. But rather than explaining it in words, I believe actually trying your hand at a puzzle would be far more rewarding. Here, I'll give you both a simple example to think about. Now then, here we have two long loaves of bread placed side by side. You'll notice that they form the number 11. Do you see what I mean?
Maya:
Oh, yeah... I get it! So that's what a puzzle is!
Layton:
Not quite, Miss Fey. The puzzle is what follows next. What I'd like you to try is... I'd like you to see if you can change this into a number lower than 11.
Phoenix:
A lower number...? So how about if I take one of the loaves?
Layton:
However, the one condition is that you must add another loaf of exactly the same type.
Maya:
You need to add... another loaf?! Even though we add a loaf, the number has to be lower... I think I'm beginning to see what you mean by "puzzle"!
Phoenix:
............ Wait, I think I've got it! I may just be a baker, but I bet I have the right answer! If I place the extra loaf sideways like this, then one minus one equals zero!
Maya:
Oh gimme a break, Nick! That's totally the letter H. We're trying to solve a puzzle here, not win a spelling bee!
Phoenix:
Oh, c'mon...I can't be the ONLY one that sees one minus one, right? ...Right?
Layton:
Turning it into a matter of arithmetic is certainly an interesting approach.
Phoenix:
You, uhhh...think so?
Layton:
Most certainly. That's precisely the kind of flexible thinking needed for solving puzzles. Now, let's think again.
Maya:
Take a seat and leave this to a pro, Nick. How about...this?! You just take this new loaf and...TA-DA! Now THAT's one minus one!
Phoenix:
Hey! Eating is cheating!
Maya:
Really? Because it feels more like winning to me.
Layton:
You're full of surprises, Miss Fey. I didn't expect that kind of innovation.
Maya:
I solved the puzzle AND enjoyed the bread! Win-win, baby!
Phoenix:
But... didn't Mr Layton tell us at the start that we need to add another loaf of the exact same type?
Maya:
Huh? Seriously?
Layton:
That's right, unfortunately. I'm afraid I can't accept this as a solution to the puzzle.
Maya:
Well, all right, but... Is there really another better solution?
Layton:
Well, what do you think? Can either of you think of a different solution?
Phoenix:
I'm drawing a blank... I guess this kind of thing just isn't for me.
Layton:
You both came up with such creative answers, I'm sure you'll be solving puzzles in no time. But now, it's time for the solution. The important thing in this puzzle's solution, is the angle of the loaf that is added. If the new loaf is placed upright, like so...
Maya:
Oh, I get it! It's the number 1.1, right?
Phoenix:
Hey, that's right! That's a lot lower than eleven...
Layton:
Exactly. When solving puzzles, there is never just one correct method. It's essential to think flexibly and try many means to solve it. Sometimes critical thinking is the key to success.
Phoenix:
...Right. I see what you mean. These puzzles are really something else.
Maya:
Well...if I see another puzzle like this, I'd still rather eat my way to the solution...
Phoenix:
Hmm... You know, I don't think I'm cut out for brain-busting bread puzzles like this. I'll stick with good ol' regular bread, thanks.
Maya:
That's because we're ace bakers! I guess we're better suited to using our hands than our heads...
Layton:
Is that so? In truth, I can't help but feel you're both a little out of place as bakers, if you'll pardon my saying so. Naturally, I won't force puzzles upon you, but if either of you should be interested, I would heartily recommend giving puzzle solving a try.
Luke:
Professor, right now there's something else we all need to try... Mrs Eclaire's freshly baked bread is getting cold! And I'm sure it tastes better hot!
Layton:
Oh dear, so it is. You know how I can get when it comes to puzzles...
Patty:
Well, young man, I must say it's a pleasure to have someone show such appreciation for my baking.
Luke:
When it comes to your bread, Mrs Eclaire, there's no limit to how much I could eat!
Patty:
............!
Phoenix:
L-Luke!
Maya:
You...shouldn't have said that!
Luke:
............?
Patty:
My my, aren't you a darling! Well then, in that case, I suppose I'll just have to bring out my special reserve... Hold on a moment, I'll just go and fetch it!
Phoenix:
R-right, er...I think it's time I started preparing tomorrow's bread...
Maya:
Oh, y-yes, me too! I'm sure it must be that time already...
Layton:
............
Luke:
Professor, wh-what was that all about?!
Layton:
I'm not entirely sure...but I do seem struck by a sudden sense of impending doom...
Patty:
Sorry............ to have............ kept you............ waiting! There you go! Have at it! But be warned... I won't take kindly to any leftovers...
Luke:
Whoa... Th-this loaf! Wait...where did those two go?! Miss Maya! Mr Wright!
Layton:
...Luke, it would appear that we have been left to tackle this particular task alone...
Luke:
Phew...I'm stuffed!
Layton:
Hmm...I believe this must be the most bread I have ever eaten in my life.
Luke:
Wait a sec... I've just realised...we've finished eating, but Espella still isn't back yet.
Layton:
............ She went to the market, didn't she? Perhaps we ought to go and...
Patty:
Oh, my. Customers at this late hour...? I'm sorry, but we're closed!
Knight:
That's him! That man over there!
Captain:
So he's the one, is he...?
Patty:
Just a minute! What do you think you're doing barging in here like this?!
Captain:
Stand aside, madam! This is a matter of urgency!
Patty:
Wh-what are you going to do?!
Captain:
You there, porcupine head! You're coming with us!
Phoenix:
Huh? P-porcupine head...? You don't mean...me, do you?
Captain:
Who else in this room fits that description?
Layton:
Certainly, you would appear to be alone on that particular front...
Phoenix:
Argh...I wish I had a top hat too right about now.
Captain:
Enough of your idle chit-chat! Time to get going!
Phoenix:
Huh? What do you mean?
Captain:
Well, it should be quite obvious. You're coming to the court, of course!
Phoenix:
The...court?!
Luke:
Whaaaaaa?! Mr Wright, what did you do?!
Maya:
Yeah, Nick! What did you do?!
Phoenix:
I didn't do anything! The only thing you could accuse me of is making bread that's TOO good to eat!
Captain:
Ahem! This man is not the one who's on trial.
Layton:
In that case, why is Mr Wright being made to go to the court?
Captain:
That's simple! Because the girl has requested him, of course!
Phoenix:
Girl...? What girl?!
Captain:
Naturally, the girl facing trial for this evening's crime... That heinous witch... Miss Espella Cantabella, no less!
Layton:
............!
To Be Continued...
Quitting puzzle (Knight Training)
Captain:
You're telling me you can't solve this?! Then you are definitely worthy of suspicion!
Luke:
Professor, I don't like the way he's looking at us...
Captain:
As things stand, I'm afraid I can't allow you to walk freely around the town. I will even consider having you both thrown into the dungeon if necessary.
Luke:
No way! That's way too harsh!
Layton:
Let's try the puzzle one more time, Luke, before he becomes aggressive.
Reinitiating puzzle (Knight Training)
Captain:
Any true citizens of our community should be able to solve this puzzle.
Quitting puzzle (Unusual Music Box)
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
What's this, you can't solve the puzzle? Then you don't belong here with us!
Luke:
Not that I mind about being accepted, but... it's so frustrating! To think that I can't even solve a puzzle given to me by a toddler...
Reinitiating puzzle (Unusual Music Box)
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
It's a musical box puzzle. If can you [sic] solve it, you're in!
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
It's an initiation test!
Quitting puzzle (Map Mishap)
Bardly:
Oh, what to do? Oh, woe is me! I stand here with my failure, Like some dry withered tree...♪ I cannot proceed, when the map I so need♪
Luke:
Weren't you able to fix the map yourself?
Reinitiating puzzle (Map Mishap)
Bardly:
Oh, the map is in pieces! What can we do? A map such as this one, Will not help these two...♪
Quitting puzzle (Marionettes)
Petter:
What's that? You don't like having someone pull your strings? Just joking! You really should be heading towards North Parade Avenue, you know. I'll be hanging around there a little too.
Reinitiating puzzle (Marionettes)
Petter:
While we're waiting, how about this puzzle?
Quitting puzzle (Shady Shadows)
Knight:
So you weren't able to solve this? If that's the case, I'll just have to equip more weapons to confront my foes!
Reinitiating puzzle (Shady Shadows)
Knight:
We knights have to be prepared for such eventualities.
Quitting puzzle (The Royal Victim)
Price:
So...you've given up on the puzzle? Then payment, please...
Luke:
What?!
Price:
Well...either pay up now, or come back and try your hand at this puzzle again. Today is a special day, and I'm feeling generous.
Luke:
Ph-phew... I thought for a moment we were going to get a big bill.
Layton:
It seems Mr Price is a puzzle enthusiast too. Let's come back and try again later.
Reinitiating puzzle (The Royal Victim)
Price:
So tell me, young man, who do you think is the culprit? Get it right and I won't charge a penny!
Quitting puzzle (Cloudy Crossing)
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Boo-hoo...boo-hoo!
Luke:
Oh dear! That didn't go too well...
Reinitiating puzzle (Cloudy Crossing)
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Boo-hoo...there's no way... I'm going to be a knight... boooh-hoo-hoo...
Luke:
It's going to be okay! Really, you just need a little courage, like in this puzzle...
Quitting puzzle (Use Your Loaf)
Maya:
Hmm, what should I do...? Maybe I can pin this whole thing on Nick...
Reinitiating puzzle (Use Your Loaf)
Maya:
These loaves of bread are in total disarray... If I don't do something before the boss gets back...I'm toast!
Quitting puzzle (Eccentric Tailor)
Patty:
It's as difficult as I thought, then...
Reinitiating puzzle (Eccentric Tailor)
Patty:
It's my friend, a dressmaker, she came to me for help. Maybe you could solve this for me.
Quitting puzzle (Cloud Maze)
Muffet:
Would jumping this high be enough...?
Reinitiating puzzle (Cloud Maze)
Muffet:
There is a way I can get cwose to that man... I can fwoat down beside him fwom one of the fwuffy cwouds in the skyyyyy!
Quitting puzzle (Baffling Bookcase)
Dewey:
What's this? Can this really be the man who cleared Miss Mystere's trial? Everyone has their off-days, I suppose... Why not try again later?
Reinitiating puzzle (Baffling Bookcase)
Dewey:
Why not try your hand at this book-related puzzle?
Quitting puzzle (Sun and the Moon)
Espella:
Are you giving up, Mr Layton?
Luke:
I don't think we can go on until we've solved this puzzle, Professor.
Layton:
Please, no need to worry yourselves. We can take a short break and come back to solve this puzzle later.
Reinitiating puzzle (Sun and the Moon)
Layton:
The message on the page inserted into the Grand Grimoire mentions the following:
"When the sun and moon, watching over the sage, swap places to show their true form".
In other words, this construction hides a puzzle that will open the door when solved.
Quitting puzzle (Rotating Room)
Tuggit:
What am I to do?!
Reinitiating puzzle (Rotating Room)
Tuggit:
I can't go home when it's so dark... Show me how I should turn the lights on!
Quitting puzzle (Dollhouse Drama)
Cinderellia:
Without your aid, I'm afraid my friends will have no place to stay. It would be ever so tragic... Oh, dear... My poor friends.
Reinitiating puzzle (Dollhouse Drama)
Cinderellia:
Oh please, gentle sirs. I beg of you... Won't you please help my friends? There is naught I can do without your aid.
Quitting puzzle (Short Round Ride)
Mailer:
You're, um... Not afraid, are you? Of heights, I mean.
Luke:
M-Me? No way!
Reinitiating puzzle (Short Round Ride)
Mailer:
Like, some sort of cart. On wheels. That I could ride though [sic] the sky on a little track... Wouldn't that make it a piece of cake?
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On a Dark and Stormy Night
Transcript
Anime cutscene
Man:
If anything happens to me, go and see this man. He should be able to help. Agh! Blasted witches! No! That's impossible! Go! Go without me! Quickly, get going!
Chelmey:
Hmm... Heh?! Well, what do we have here?
PrologueOn a Dark and Stormy Night
Chelmey:
What the blazes...?! How on earth did a vehicle end up on top of that tree? Blimey... This is going to be a tough nut to crack. Hmm...there is one man I know who could get to the bottom of this...
Anime cutscene
Luke:
Did you say "witches", Professor?
Layton:
That's right. People in the Middle Ages very much believed in their existence. That is the reason why they had "witch trials". Do you see?
Luke:
Witch trials...? Did witches...really exist in those days?
Layton:
Well, my boy, witch trials certainly existed, although nobody ever truly used magic. Witches were nothing more than superstition and legend.
Maya:
Wow! Look! It's really London! C'mon, Nick! Take a look!
Phoenix:
I know you're excited, Maya...but can't a guy get a few last Z's in?
Maya:
This is no time to be sleeping! You won't win in an English court of law with that attitude!
Phoenix:
This trip is just an exchange visit courtesy of the Legal League of Attorneys. I won't be defending in court officially.
Maya:
Aww... Well that's no fun... You know you're always at your best when working under pressure. But who can say how things would go over here...?
Phoenix:
I wish you wouldn't talk like that... You'll only jinx the whole thing.
Layton's Office
Luke:
The rain doesn't seem to want to stop... It's a bit unusual for this time of year, don't you think?
Layton:
Mmm, I agree, Luke. But I believe it is easing off a little now, so it should clear up soon.
Luke:
I hope it does clear up soon... especially the lightning.
Layton:
Ha ha ha. Afraid of lightning, I take it?
Luke:
Of course not! I'm not a little kid, you know! It's just that I hate how it flashes suddenly and takes me by surprise.
Layton:
Then let's wait a while for it to settle. Luke, I have just the thing to take your mind off it. Take a look on the bookshelf.
Luke:
The bookshelf? What's on the bookshelf?
Layton:
You'll know when you find it. Do you recall our usual method of investigation?
Luke:
Of course I do!
Layton:
Ho ho, I expected as much. But just to be sure, let's have a refresher. We use a magnifying glass for investigation. This will appear automatically. Slide the stylus along the Touch Screen to move the magnifying glass around. The secret is to slide the stylus as if drawing a line. While moving the magnifying glass, it will sometimes appear orange. When this happens, give the Touch Screen a light tap. Doing so will investigate the point in question. In addition to important information, there are also puzzles and hint coins waiting to be found. Hint coins will become invaluable later on, when tackling difficult puzzles. Okay, let's give it a try.
Luke:
Touch and slide on the Touch Screen, then give it a light tap to investigate. This technique can be used to investigate points of interest, right? Now, let's investigate the bookshelf.
Examine
Picture frame left of window
You found a hint coin!
Light fixture on ceiling closest to window
You found a hint coin!
Bookshelf
Leads to:
"Isn't this a picture book?"
Phonograph cylinder
You found a hint coin!
Window
Layton:
It doesn't look as if the rain will cease any time soon.
Luke:
You can even hear thunder in the distance. The weather's unusually bad today.
Layton:
It may be best to wait until the sky clears up a bit before leaving my office.
Couch
Layton:
I wouldn't call it comfortable, but it will suffice for a quick nap.
Luke:
Napping on the couch is bad for you, Professor. Your neck will hurt.
Layton:
When I think about the paper I need to finish writing when I go home, staying here seems very appealing.
Tea set
Luke:
Your tea is extraordinarily fragrant, Professor.
Layton:
You have a discerning nose, Luke. I got this special Darjeeling blend from the university chancellor.
Luke:
A gentleman's love for tea is pure, strong and everlasting, I guess.
Spiky fossil
Luke:
This spiky fossil looks somewhat cool.
Layton:
It's a rare, valuable fossil, Luke.
Luke:
Professor, please take me with you next time you go exploring ancient ruins!
Luke:
Isn't this a picture book? Wow... I wouldn't have expected you to have a picture book, Professor! Wait a second...
Layton:
That's right, my boy... There's a puzzle hidden within that book.
Luke:
I should have known! You even have puzzles hidden in your books.
Layton:
All right then, Luke, why not see if you can solve this one?
Luke:
Naturally. After all, I am your apprentice!
Puzzle #1: Paths of LightFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
No penalties for incorrect submissions
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Layton:
Well done, Luke.
Luke:
That was a piece of cake! I can solve harder puzzles than that!
Layton:
I'm pleased to hear that, Luke.
Luke:
It was a charming little puzzle, though. Like straight out of a fairy tale. If only the witches of the Middle Ages were as jolly as the ones in this picture book...
Layton:
Yes, indeed. Well, it looks as if the rain is about to stop. Shall we prepare to go home?
Luke:
Okay, Professor. Now...where did I put my umbrella? ...! Professor, I think we have a visitor.
Layton:
At this late hour? I can't say I've been expecting anybody.
Luke:
I'll go and see who it is.
???:
Are you...Mr Hershel Layton?
Layton:
Yes, indeed I am. My dear young lady, how may I be of assistance?
???:
I have been asked...to give you a letter. Please, could you read this?
Layton:
This letter...it's from Carmine.
Luke:
Carmine? Who's Carmine?
Layton:
He was a student of mine a number of years ago... And if I recall correctly, he's now a detective.
Luke:
Wow, a detective?
???:
Um... About Carmine...
Layton:
...Yes?
???:
I, um... Well... ...I'm sorry.
Layton:
It appears there may be a matter of some considerable importance within this letter.
Luke:
Let's read it right away, Professor!
Dear Professor,
It has been a long time. There is so much I would like to tell you, but at present I do not have the time. My life is in danger. I am being chased by something terrifying, and I am not sure whether I can escape. It all started in a town called Labyrinthia. A mysterious town, one that you will not find on any map. I found myself there during the course of an investigation. While I was there, a series of unbelievable events occurred right before my eyes. I realised the town held a mysterious secret and decided to get to the bottom of it... ...but before I could, they found me. I escaped from Labyrinthia with a young woman by the name of Espella. It was my belief that she held the key to solving the secret of that town. It is not me they are pursuing; it is Espella. As such, I am asking you to help her. Labyrinthia hides an ominous mystery. This is one puzzle that appears to be beyond my powers to solve. I apologise for imposing on you in this way.
Your faithful student,Carmine Accidenti
Letter from Carmine added to Items.
Layton:
Well, I never...
Luke:
P-Professor...
Layton:
Am I right in assuming that you are the Espella to whom Carmine is referring?
Espella:
Y-yes. Yes, I am.
Layton:
Tell me, what on earth happened?
Espella:
I'm afraid...I'm not entirely sure. It seemed as if we were being chased relentlessly... They caught up with us, and we were attacked. As a result, Carmine was injured.
Layton:
I see. I'm sorry to hear that...
Espella:
He bravely did his best to ensure that I escaped safely. I beg you, please help him! Please help that brave man!
Layton:
You mustn't worry about him, Espella. Knowing Carmine as I do, I'm sure he'll be all right.
Espella:
But...
Layton:
Ever since I've known him, he's always been in some difficult situation or other, and he's never failed to win through. More importantly... At the moment, I'm frankly more concerned with your safety, Espella.
Espella:
You're concerned...about me?
Layton:
According to this letter, the one they're after is you. Are you certain that you're all right? You weren't injured at all?
Espella:
Me? No, I...I'm fine, really. ............
Layton:
I think you'd better take a rest, even if just for a little while.
Luke:
Your clothes are all wet, too. I'll go and find you a dry towel.
Espella:
Thank you. You're really too kind.
Layton:
It's no trouble at all. As soon as you're more comfortable, we can sit down and talk.
Luke:
Professor... If what was written in that letter is true...
Layton:
Yes, indeed...it means this young lady is in real danger. And it also means that her pursuers might even come to this office in search of her.
Luke:
I'll go and lock the door.
Layton:
Yes, that sounds like a good idea. At any rate, we'll need to talk to Espella and find out what this is really all about.
NEW MYSTERY
Strange Girl
A strangely dressed young girl suddenly appeared asking Professor Layton for help. It would seem she is being pursued by someone or something.
Espella appeared at my study, full of fear. I do not know who she is or where she has come from, but I wish to help her.
Examine
Espella Cantabella
Leads to:
"I'm...sorry to have put you both to all this trouble."
Window
Layton:
As far as I can tell, no one has followed Espella here.
Luke:
The weather's awful today. I hope it'll discourage her pursuers.
Couch
Layton:
Let us take a breather on the couch.
Luke:
You do seem really tired, Miss Espella. Let's rest here for a while.
Tea set
Luke:
Should I offer some tea? Oh, I need to boil some water first.
Layton:
The scent of tea has a relaxing effect on people, after all.
Spiky fossil
Luke:
It's really cool. I wonder if Espella would like it.
Layton:
I doubt she's interested in fossils.
Espella:
I'm...sorry to have put you both to all this trouble.
Layton:
Please, think nothing of it. Although, if it's all right with you, I'd like to hear a little more about what happened. We won't be able to protect you without a clearer understanding of the circumstances.
Espella:
Protect...me?
Layton:
It is my belief that you are in quite considerable danger. And it is the duty of every gentleman to help a lady in trouble.
Espella:
I...I sincerely thank you.
Layton:
Now, it would certainly appear that you are being pursued... However, Carmine's letter referred to your pursuers as "they"... Could you tell me who "they" might be?
Espella:
............ "They"...are witches.
Layton:
...!
Luke:
Wi...
Layton:
Did you say..."witches"?
Espella:
Yes...witches. And they are truly terrifying. Carmine did his best to protect me from them... But in the end, he was unable to escape. They caught up with us... If they realise I'm here, then you two may also end up in danger!
Layton:
Hmm...
Espella:
Perhaps it would have been better if I hadn't come here...
Layton:
............ Espella.
Espella:
Yes...?
Layton:
You mustn't worry yourself. Everything is going to be all right.
Espella:
...Really?
Layton:
You have my word. We'll be on our guard.
Luke:
That's right! Nothing to worry about. The place is tightly locked up!
Espella:
............ Thank you both.
Layton:
Espella, I'd like to enquire a little more, if I may.
Espella:
Yes...yes, of course.
Layton:
The town you came from is called Labyrinthia, isn't it?
Espella:
Yes...that's right.
Luke:
...Espella? What's the matter?
Espella:
Um... Well, we are in Labyrinthia now, aren't we?
Luke:
Huh? No, we're in London, in England!
Espella:
"Lon-don"? "Eng-land"? I'm sorry, but...I don't understand.
Luke:
What?! No way! You mean to say you've never heard of England?
Espella:
Um...well, it's just that I've never come across a place by that name in Labyrinthia.
Luke:
............ Um... Espella... Are you sure you're feeling all right?
Layton:
...No, Luke. I believe Espella really doesn't know. Espella, about this town of Labyrinthia... I'm afraid we've never heard of it, either. If I may ask... Where exactly is Labyrinthia?
Espella:
............ It's, um...
Luke:
It's...what?
Espella:
Anything you could want to know about Labyrinthia can be found in this book!
Layton:
Anything...?
Luke:
It's an amazing design. I've never seen a book quite like it.
Layton:
Espella, would you mind if we had a closer look?
Espella:
...Of course.
Anime cutscene
Luke:
Huh?! I must be seeing things... It was as if the words were moving on the page!
Layton:
No, Luke. It looked the same to me, too.
Espella:
............
Luke:
Look! There's a picture of the town in here. So this is Labyrinthia, is it?
Espella:
Yes. That's Labyrinthia.
Layton:
How intriguing...
Luke:
The buildings all look really old, don't they, Professor?
Layton:
Indeed, Luke. I don't recall ever having seen this town before.
Espella:
This is my home town.
Layton:
Then this must also be where the witches pursuing you are from, is that right?
Espella:
That's right.
Layton:
Espella, what exactly is this book? It seems somewhat valuable.
Espella:
............ This book is the Historia Labyrinthia. As I said just a moment ago, everything about Labyrinthia is written in this book. Everything...the entire Story.
Luke:
Labyrinthia's story?
Layton:
If it contains absolutely everything...then it must also include something about witches.
Espella:
Yes, it does. All about the witches, the events in the town and the people living there. Everything that has happened in the town is written in this book. And not only that... but also, everything that is going to happen.
Luke:
Eh?! What did you just say?
Espella:
............
Historia Labyrinthia added to Items.
NEW MYSTERY
Labyrinthia's Secret
The town of Labyrinthia, portrayed within the book entitled the Historia Labyrinthia, is an old town the likes of which the professor and Luke have never seen. Espella claims to be from this town...
Apparently, everything that takes place in Labyrinthia is written in that book. Espella referred to it as Labyrinthia's "Story".
Luke:
Professor, this certainly is very strange. First that letter from Carmine, and now this book... If you ask me, Espella doesn't seem to be lying... But...witches chasing after people? It's all a little hard to believe.
Layton:
Hmm...
Anime cutscene
Layton:
It's certainly hard to believe, but I do find it fascinating.
Luke:
Oh...poor thing... Do you want to come in from the rain?
Espella:
Don't open it!
Layton:
Wait!
Luke:
Professor, what was that?
Layton:
That, Luke... was a witch.
Luke:
P-Professor! Espella's been...
Layton:
Yes, that was careless of us... But to think they might enter by such means... And after I'd promised to protect her...
Luke:
Do you think that was one of those witches that Espella was talking about?
Layton:
I can't say for sure, but it certainly looked that way.
Luke:
Then what we just saw... was that magic?
Layton:
I don't know. But something bizarre did indeed take place before our very eyes. ...Luke. I'm going to go and search for Espella. While I'm gone, I'd like you to...
Luke:
Professor, I'm going too! Even if you disagree, I'm coming along! After all, I am your apprentice!
Layton:
............
Luke:
............
Layton:
Okay, Luke. Then let's go.
Luke:
Right! I've already put the important things into the Trunk.
Layton:
Thank you, Luke. We'll make sure to keep a record of all the important mysteries we encounter, as well as all the progress we make in our investigations. These will be kept in the Trunk. Open the Trunk at any time by touching Menu in the bottom left corner. To look back on the progress made so far, you may wish to have a look in Story, or alternatively, in Mysteries.
NEW MYSTERY
Witches in London
The witch broke into Professor Layton's study, snatched up Espella and escaped into the night. Could this mysterious power she wields truly be witchcraft?
I certainly did not anticipate Espella being snatched away right before our very eyes. We must do something about this.
Layton:
Now, I believe we're all set to go. They seemed to be headed towards the Thames. Let's follow them and rescue Espella!
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Thames Riverside
Luke:
*huff*...*puff*... We've lost them, Professor. They've got away...
Layton:
Hmm... Yes, it would appear so. However, we can be quite certain that they came this way. There may be someone who saw the witch carrying Espella.
Luke:
Right. Let's start asking people. Hey, look over there. Isn't that...?
Chelmey:
This one's really got me stumped.
Barton:
I agree, sir, a total mystery.
Chelmey:
Constable Barton, I don't want agreement. I want answers!
Barton:
Yes, sir. Understood, sir.
Luke:
Inspector Chelmey and Constable Barton? I wonder what they're doing here...
Layton:
They appear to be having a heated discussion about something. Perhaps it may even have something to do with the witch we're pursuing. Let's see what they have to say, Luke.
Luke:
Good thinking, Professor!
Examine
Chelmey or Barton
Leads to:
"Hey, you there! This area is off limits."
Streetlamp bulb
You found a hint coin!
Tree branch near railing
You found a hint coin!
Roof shingle of left building on Tower Bridge
You found a hint coin!
Bench
Luke:
What a lovely square. The police officers look out of place here, though.
Layton:
This is a popular spot with an unobstructed view of the River Thames and Tower Bridge.
Luke:
There's no trace of that evil thing or Miss Espella around the square.
Tower Bridge
Layton:
The River Thames and Tower Bridge. Nothing seems amiss.
Luke:
In different circumstances I'd say it's a magnificent sight...
Layton:
Tower Bridge was designed to match the Tower of London.
Freighter
Luke:
It's a big passenger ship. Maybe the kidnapper took Miss Espella there?
Layton:
I imagine it would be difficult for them to hide on a passenger ship.
Luke:
Shame, I wanted to go for an elegant cruise down the Thames with you, Professor...
Chelmey:
Hey, you there! This area is off limits. Only Scotland Yard personnel allowed here. Hang on... Oh, it's you, Layton. What are you two doing here?
Layton:
It's been a while, Inspector Chelmey. Has there been some kind of incident?
Chelmey:
Hrrm, well, more of an "accident" than an "incident". Over there, a motor vehicle has been heavily damaged.
Layton:
A heavily damaged vehicle, you say? That sounds rather serious... But I doubt that a Scotland Yard inspector would be involved in something as mundane as a simple traffic accident. Is there perhaps something unusual about this particular accident?
Chelmey:
As always, you're quick to pick up on the finer points.
Barton:
I should say there's something unusual. In fact, I've never seen nor heard of an accident as unusual as this one.
Chelmey:
Barton! Would you leave the talking to me?!
Barton:
Yes, sir. Of course, sir.
Layton:
An unusual accident...? Unusual in what way, precisely?
Chelmey:
Hrrm, don't go concerning yourself with it. It's the job of the police to solve this case.
Layton:
You never know, Inspector, I may just be able to help you solve it.
Chelmey:
What are you saying? Even I don't have all the facts yet. Clues just aren't that easy to come by, you know...
Barton:
Yes, we've got nothing so far. In fact, I'm sure we could use a helping hand...
Chelmey:
Oi! Barton! I thought I told you, I'll do all the talking!
Barton:
Yes, sir! Understood, sir!
Chelmey:
Just a moment... Hrrm... I've got it. Hey, Layton.
Layton:
What is it, Inspector?
Chelmey:
I...uh...well, that is to say... If you're so keen on getting involved, why not go and take a look for yourself?
Luke:
That was a sudden change of heart.
Layton:
It was, Luke. But a welcome one, wouldn't you say? Very well, Inspector. I will take a look. The vehicle is just up ahead there, is it?
Chelmey:
Yes, it is. It's in the park just over there, if you know where I mean.
Barton:
The park is fairly big, so it's quite easy to lose your way.
Chelmey:
Hrrm, I suppose I'll have to explain. But listen up - I'm only saying this once. When you want to go somewhere else, touch the Move icon in the bottom right corner. Touch this to change from Investigation Mode to Movement Mode. The places you can move to are the places indicated by red markers. Touch Search after moving to go back into Investigation Mode. Incidentally, you're free to move to any location indicated by a red marker. This is a convenient way of moving, since you can move a great distance with only a single touch.
Layton:
Look at the map and touch our desired location. That's right, isn't it, Inspector?
Chelmey:
That's right. So now that you know what to do, why don't you go and take a look? Oh, but don't forget, if you find anything, be sure to come and let me know!
Barton:
We'll be waiting to hear from you!
Luke:
Professor, I think the unusual accident they were talking about...
Layton:
Indeed... It could well have something to do with our own investigation... Let's go and take a look at the scene of the accident, Luke. We may find some clues.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Chelmey:
When I hear back from them, I may just be able to make something of this case... With the backlog of cases I've got piled up, I have to take help where I can get it.
A new destination has been added to the map: Park - Car-Crash Site.
Examine
Chelmey
Chelmey:
Hey-ho, recently there seems to be no end of unusual cases...
Luke:
Did something else happen recently?
Chelmey:
What's this, boy? Haven't you been reading the papers? There's been an incident that all of London's talking about.
Luke:
I'm not "boy", I'm Luke! And I'll read the newspaper later.
Chelmey:
Hrrm. Well, it has nothing to do with this accident, I suppose. At any rate, the whole of Scotland Yard is busy with it at the moment. Normally, I wouldn't be getting involved in something like this.
Layton:
It seems the inspectors are somewhat busy with other cases.
Luke:
I guess we'll have to search for Espella alone.
Chelmey (subsequent times)
Chelmey:
All these unusual bleedin' cases, one after another. It's really trying my patience.
Barton
Barton:
This is serious...
Luke:
Yes, it seems serious, Constable Barton. I feel sorry for the victims.
Barton:
Bits and pieces all over the place...
Luke:
Wh-what?!
Barton:
The hamburger I'd brought for my lunch, it's all in pieces! A complete mess... This is serious...
Luke:
Oh, I get it! You were talking about your hamburger.
Barton:
I've been trying to draw it up in my notepad, but I can't seem to get it right. Because of this, I just can't seem to concentrate on the case.
Layton:
That is serious.
Luke:
Leave it to me! I'll soon have it sorted out for you!
Puzzle #2: Barton's BurgerFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Barton:
The hamburger's back in one piece!
Luke:
Now you can give your all to the investigation!
Barton:
Yes, at last I can concentrate. Not on the hamburger, but on the case. Munch, munch.
Luke:
Take care not to upset the inspector!
Barton (after solving puzzle)
Barton:
Munch, munch, munch, munch...
Luke:
Constable Barton.
Park - Car-Crash Site
Luke:
Professor! Look over there! There's a car up in that tree!
Layton:
............! This certainly is out of the ordinary. I've never seen anything quite like it.
Luke:
Like Constable Barton said, it seems extremely unusual. I mean, how on earth could something like this happen?
Layton:
Hmm...we'll need to investigate this closely. Let's take a closer look at the car.
Examine
Left streetlamp bulb
You found a hint coin!
Bench
You found a hint coin!
Right streetlamp bulb
You found a hint coin!
Damaged car
Leads to:
"The more I see it, the stranger this looks. It's as if the car just flew up there."
Debris and tire tracks
Layton:
The heavy rain has made the ground very slippery.
Luke:
The tyre marks end halfway towards the tree. How did the car end up on it?
Layton:
Regretfully, there are no footprints or other marks that would've helped us work this out.
Onlookers
Luke:
Onlookers have started gathering at the scene.
Layton:
A car lodged in a tree is a curious sight. You cannot blame them.
Luke:
Yeah, that doesn't happen every day.
Luke:
The more I see it, the stranger this looks. It's as if the car just flew up there. It's certainly taken some damage. You don't think... Could the witches have done this?
Layton:
It's certainly possible. It would appear the accident occurred only moments ago. Hmm... Wait! What's that mark on the car...?
???:
Ahem, excuse me, gentlemen! Yes, you two! Would you just stop right there!
Constable:
I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. This is the scene of an accident, and we haven't finished investigating it yet. As you can no doubt see, it's all rather mysterious. We don't yet know the exact cause of this here mishap. Not a safe place for spectators, I'm afraid. I'll have to ask you both to move along.
Luke:
We're not spectators! We've been given permission from Inspector Chelmey!
Constable:
From the inspector, you say? So you're here officially then, are you? In what capacity, may I ask?
Layton:
Well, not officially, as such. The name's Hershel Layton. I'm an archaeologist.
Constable:
You're pulling my leg! You mean to tell me that you're the famous Professor Layton? Now that you mention it, you certainly do resemble the good professor.
Luke:
Of course he does! He IS the professor!
Layton:
So, Constable. If you don't mind, may we investigate a little closer?
Constable:
I've been put in charge here, so I can't afford to be wrong about this. For all I know, you might just be impersonating Professor Layton.
Luke:
What? Oh, come on!
Constable:
If you're the real Professor Layton, then I'm sure you'll have no trouble solving this little puzzle that I just happen to have here.
Layton:
Sounds interesting. Let me see what you have.
Constable:
All right. Take a look at this!
Puzzle #3: Security ShowdownFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
25
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Constable:
That's it! You solved it! Judging by the way you solved that puzzle, there's no doubt that you must be the one and only Professor Layton! Of course, from the very start I had a fairly good idea that it was you, Professor.
Luke:
From the very start you seemed to have your doubts, Constable!
Constable:
Well, anyway, feel free to investigate as you wish. But, uh...there is one last thing.
Layton:
Yes?
Constable:
Later, when you've got a free moment, would you mind signing my helmet?
Luke:
Are you sure that's allowed?
Layton:
............ Come on, Luke. Let's take a look around, before the constable changes his mind. Tell me, Luke, did you notice anything strange when we looked at the car?
Luke:
Anything strange? Well...to be honest, the entire accident is pretty unusual.
Layton:
Well, yes. But if we're to suppose this accident occurred naturally, then there is one particular mark that should not be there.
Luke:
A mark that shouldn't be there? Ah! Professor! The handprint! There's a handprint on the bonnet!
Layton:
Well spotted, Luke.
Luke:
But a handprint of that size is too big to be left by any normal person!
Layton:
Indeed. It would almost appear to have been left by the hand of a giant.
Luke:
That's a bit far-fetched...
Layton:
............ Luke. Let's look around a little more. Isn't there anything in this park that grabs your attention?
Luke:
But Professor, from here I can't see anything strange other than that car.
Layton:
In situations like this, we need to "zoom in", Luke.
Luke:
...Zoom in?
Layton:
In cases where something is too far away or is hidden behind another object, we can zoom in to see it more clearly. When you see something of interest, use the magnifying glass to look closer. When the magnifying glass turns blue, it means something important is there. By zooming in, we may just be able to uncover some new clues.
Luke:
Okay, Professor! I'll zoom in right now. When the magnifying glass turns blue, just touch that area, right?
Layton:
That's right, Luke. Now then, let's give it a try.
Examine
Damaged car
Layton:
Let's investigate the park a little more. Zooming in may lead to new clues. When you see something unusual, use the magnifying glass to look closer. When the magnifying glass turns blue, it means something important is there. In cases where something is too far away or is hidden behind another object, we can zoom in to see it more clearly.
Luke:
When the magnifying glass turns blue, it means something important is there, right?
Layton:
That's right, Luke. Now then, let's give it a try.
Statue
Leads to:
"Hey...the statue's hand!"
Constable
Constable:
Hello, Professor! Have you found any clues?
Luke:
Hey...the statue's hand! It's about the same size as the handprint on the car. Do you think the car hit that hand when it crashed?
Layton:
That is a possibility, of course. However... the handprint on the car is a right handprint, Luke.
Luke:
R-right hand? But the statue is holding a spear in its right hand. Which means, that couldn't be where the handprint came from.
Layton:
Quite right, my boy... And it would certainly appear that this is more than a simple traffic accident.
Luke:
I wonder what could have happened. If the handprint was made by the statue... surely the statue couldn't have...moved?!
Layton:
............ I'm positive there's some kind of secret behind this. And whatever it may be... we can be certain it's related to the witch that took Espella.
Luke:
I think so too, Professor. How else could this kind of accident have occurred? If we investigate more closely, perhaps we'll find some clues!
Layton:
No, Luke. First, we should head back to see the inspector.
Luke:
Really? But all he seems to say is how unusual it seems...
Layton:
Well, yes. However, there is one more subject about which I'd like to ask him.
Luke:
Oh? What's that?
Layton:
Not "what", my boy. But rather, "who". Who was in the car when it crashed?
Luke:
Ah!
Examine
Statue
Layton:
This statue's holding a spear in its right hand.
Luke:
But the handprint left on the car was made by an open right hand...
Layton:
............
Damaged car
Luke:
There's a handprint on the car. It's almost as if the statue somehow grabbed hold of the bonnet...
Layton:
Let's go back and see the inspector. There could be other clues.
Thames Riverside
Chelmey:
So what do you think? It's no simple accident, is it?
Barton:
I'll bet this one's even surprised the great Professor Layton, hasn't it?
Layton:
Without doubt, this is no ordinary accident. May I ask how the driver was?
Chelmey:
Hrrm. He wasn't seriously hurt. He's a real jammy dodger, that one. In fact, we're about to take him into custody for questioning. Strictly private, I'm afraid.
Layton:
Inspector Chelmey. There's something I would like to know.
Chelmey:
...What's that, then?
Layton:
The driver's name... Was it, by any chance, Carmine Accidenti?
Chelmey:
...Eh?! How the devil?! Where did you get that information?
Layton:
Ho ho. Well... You could just say a little bird told me. He's something of an unlucky-yet-lucky type, always getting himself into trouble only to miraculously escape unharmed.
Chelmey:
An acquaintance of yours, is he?
Layton:
He attended my lectures a few years back. An outstanding student.
Chelmey:
Is that so? Well, perhaps you should have lectured him on how to stay out of trouble. We've had our eye on him for some time. He's a bit of a maverick, that detective. Always sniffing out dangerous situations and poking his nose into trouble. "Unlucky" isn't the half of it... I tell you, I wasn't surprised to find him involved in this ruckus.
Layton:
............
Luke:
Professor! That means... This must be the incident in which Carmine was attacked...
Layton:
............ Yes, it would seem so.
Chelmey:
What's this? Know something I don't, do you?
Layton:
No, no... Nothing at all, Inspector.
Chelmey:
Hrrm, I was hoping you might just come up with something I could use... Never mind. Now I've got that detective, I may be able to wring something from him.
Barton:
I'd really like to know how such an accident occurred!
Layton:
Inspector... Just one more question. Is there any evidence to suggest that Carmine was not alone in that car?
Chelmey:
What's that? Someone else in the car? No, there's nothing to suggest that.
Layton:
...Is that so? Well, was there anything else unusual about the accident that you haven't mentioned?
Chelmey:
Anything else unusual... Hmm... No, not as far as I'm aware.
Barton:
Wait a minute! We did see those strange people in Halloween costumes...
Layton:
Hmm?!
Chelmey:
Oi! Barton! Like I said before, I'll do all the talking!
Barton:
Yes, Inspector. Sorry, Inspector.
Layton:
These people in Halloween costumes... can you tell me anything about them?
Chelmey:
Hrrm, you're certainly persistent, Layton. To be honest with you, I don't think they had anything to do with it. We saw a group of them loitering around Tower Bridge. I decided to question them, but when I took my eyes off them for a second, they just disappeared. I wonder what in the blazes they were up to, wandering around dressed like that...
Layton:
When precisely was this?
Chelmey:
Just a moment ago. About the same time you went to the park.
Luke:
Halloween costumes? Professor! Could it be...?
Layton:
Hmm, I see what you mean. It seems we may have a lead.
Luke:
Thank you for your help, Inspector!
Chelmey:
Now, hold on. Just what's this all about?
Luke:
Well, we seem to have come to the right place, all right.
Layton:
Yes... It would appear the witches attacked Espella and Carmine in the park... before coming after Espella and abducting her from my office. Following that, they must have made their way from there to Tower Bridge.
Luke:
We may still catch up with them if we hurry! Let's go!
A new destination has been added to the map: Tower Bridge.
NEW MYSTERY
Investigation
The professor's former student, Carmine Accidenti, who gave Espella a letter for the professor, was involved in a car crash while they were being pursued by witches. What was he investigating in Labyrinthia?
The news of Carmine's accident came as a shock, but at least he survived. I would like to have discussed things with him.
Thames Riverside
Examine
Bench
Layton:
Luke, we must not dawdle here. Let's go to Tower Bridge.
Tower Bridge
Luke:
Something doesn't feel quite right... What on earth could be going on?
Layton:
Let's go to Tower Bridge. We may find some answers there.
Luke:
Maybe we'll find Miss Espella there, too!
Freighter
Layton:
I am quite certain we will find some clues at Tower Bridge.
Tower Bridge
Luke:
There's no one here.
Layton:
This is puzzling... I'd normally expect to see more people here at this time.
Luke:
It must be the bad weather. I guess no one wants to go out in this...
Layton:
That could be it... Although I'm also sensing something of a peculiar presence in the air.
Luke:
Eh?! Professor... Don't talk like that... ...Whoa! Th-that made me jump!
Layton:
Luke! Over there!
???:
............!
Luke:
Yikes! What was that?! I bet it was one of them! Professor, let's follow it!
Layton:
Just a moment, Luke. There's something we should review before we go running off. The method of entering a building is a little different to that of regular movement. Sometimes, when moving the magnifying glass during Investigation Mode, the cursor will change to a yellow arrow. This indicates a means of direct entry. You can also enter while in Movement Mode. Simply touch Enter to do so.
Luke:
Touch the yellow arrow in Investigation Mode, or Enter in Movement Mode, right?
Layton:
That's it, my boy. Try not to forget. All right then, let's make haste!
A new destination has been added to the map: Bridge Tunnel.
Examine
Lamps on left side
You found a hint coin!
Right flag staff
You found a hint coin!
Roof shingle of Tower Bridge
You found a hint coin!
City lights on the right side
Luke:
Let's chase after the shadow on Tower Bridge, Professor!
Tower Bridge tower
Layton:
Luke, we must follow the shadow that vanished further down the bridge!
Bridge path
Layton:
We need to investigate the shadow that we saw ahead of us.
Bridge Tunnel
Leads to:
"What the...? That thing just disappeared...into thin air?"
Bridge Tunnel
Luke:
What the...? That thing just disappeared...into thin air?
Layton:
Hmm... Well, I certainly don't feel that same presence I did just a moment ago.
Luke:
Hey, Professor! What's that?! Wait, isn't that... Professor, it's Espella's cloak!
Layton:
Yes...it certainly looks like the cloak she was wearing.
Luke:
Espella... Where could she have gone?
Layton:
Hmm?! Luke, take a look at that. On the wall there, just next to the cloak...
Luke:
Eh? Hey! There's some kind of mysterious pattern engraved here.
Layton:
Indeed... I believe this may demand closer investigation.
Examine
Lamp to closest right
You found a hint coin!
Left lamp on opposite tower
You found a hint coin!
Lamp to the right of emblem
You found a hint coin!
Wall engraving
Leads to:
"...What do you think this pattern is all about?"
Cloak
Layton:
Miss Espella's cloak. She has certainly passed this way.
Luke:
Professor, let's examine the pattern on the wall! It looks like it may hold some clues!
Tower Bridge opposite tower
Layton:
Nothing strikes me as suspicious at the other end of the tunnel.
Luke:
That symbol's only on this side of the tunnel.
Layton:
We ought to make haste. I feel a puzzle is waiting to be solved in this part of the tunnel.
Path in between both tunnels
Layton:
There are no other clues on the road.
Luke:
Maybe on the other side? Hmm... no, it must be somewhere around here.
Layton:
The shadow was exactly where we are standing now when it vanished.
Ceiling
Layton:
The ceiling is made of bricks, too. There is nothing odd about it.
Luke:
The echo in here makes it seem like there's someone behind us...
Layton:
The symbol on the wall looks very odd. Luke, why don't you take a closer look at it?
Luke:
...What do you think this pattern is all about?
Layton:
Well, I can't say it's a pattern I've ever seen before. I wonder what a mark like this could be doing here...
Luke:
Wait a sec... That figure disappeared right around here, didn't it?
Layton:
That's right... Not to mention, Espella's cloak is lying right here in front of this wall. Without doubt, there must be some kind of clue here as to Espella's whereabouts.
Luke:
Let's check it out! ...Wait... Can you hear something?
Layton:
...!
Luke:
...........................P-Professor! The wall's moving!
Puzzle #4: Walled InFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Look, Professor! Th-the wall...
Anime cutscene
Layton:
What's this now? Luke! Are you all right, Luke?
Luke:
Uh, yes!
Mysterious Room
Layton:
What is this place?
Luke:
What's a place like this doing behind the wall?!
Layton:
It appears to have been here for some time.
Luke:
I wonder who could have made this place... and why? It's so dark... I can barely see. Ah! Espella! Professor, we've got to search for Espella!
Layton:
Indeed. She could be here somewhere. Although...
Luke:
So...could that witch...
Layton:
Precisely. We should proceed with caution.
Luke:
Okay!
Examine
Lamp left of corridor entrance
You found a hint coin!
Closest right lamp in corridor
You found a hint coin!
Contents of open crate
You found a hint coin!
Person's legs
Leads to:
"Ah! Professor, over there!"
Corridor
Luke:
Ugh, it's pitch-black here. I wish we had brought a torch.
Layton:
Is that an outline of a passage over there?
Luke:
How long is this tunnel...? I can't even see the end.
Crates on left
Luke:
Something's wrapped in a piece of cloth. What can it be?
Layton:
It is difficult to say what it is in this darkness.
Luke:
This room gives me the creeps. Even the air feels strangely colder here.
Crates on right
Luke:
A wrench, a spanner and some other tools are lying about.
Layton:
It looks like a fairly comprehensive set of tools.
Luke:
Professor, why would someone leave this stuff here?
Luke:
Ah! Professor, over there!
Layton:
...What's this?
Luke:
Quickly, let's get her on her feet!
Puzzle #5: Help Espella!For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect guess
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Layton:
Espella! Are you all right?
Espella:
Mr...Layton... It's really you... Mr Layton...you really did come and rescue me...
Layton:
Of course. As I've said, it is the duty of every gentleman to save a lady in trouble.
Espella:
Thank you, Mr Layton.
Luke:
It's my duty too, as an apprentice gentleman! Ah! Professor! I think they're coming back!
Layton:
I don't sense any immediate danger... But be sure to stay on your guard, Luke.
Luke:
Right! Now, let's hurry up and leave this place.
Espella:
There's no escaping them.
Luke:
Eh?
Espella:
Carmine tried many times to lead me away from the witches... But, as you have seen, we were unable to escape them for long...
Luke:
Uh-oh! What should we do, Professor?
Layton:
Hmm?!
Espella:
Oh, no!
Layton:
That figure...from before.
Luke:
Professor, I can hear something! It's coming from the end of the corridor!
Espella:
Just as I thought. Mr Layton! If we stay here, they'll find us!
Luke:
This is bad, Professor! They're getting closer and closer!
Layton:
Hmm...
Espella:
Please! At least, save yourselves!
Layton:
Hmm... Don't worry, there may be a way out of this.
Espella:
Eh?
Layton:
I have an idea... Please, leave this to me.
Espella:
...All right.
Layton:
There's not much time, so listen carefully.
Luke:
Professor! They're nearly here! And there are lots of them!
Layton:
............ Okay, we should be all set. Let's get going, Luke!
Anime cutscene
"Witch":
Hand over the girl!
Espella:
Mr Layton...
???:
...So you enjoy playing silly little tricks...?
Layton:
Well, it seems you underestimated us.
Luke:
You didn't think we'd just give ourselves up, did you?!
???:
Hmph...
Layton:
So, tell me...just who are you "witches"? And why are you so determined to capture Espella?!
???:
Hmph... ...Fools...
Layton:
Hmm...?!
???:
...It's yourselves... ...you should be more concerned about... ...Do you have any idea of what it means... ...to involve yourself with that girl...?! ...It would seem not...
Luke:
Wh-what do you mean?!
???:
...Ha ha ha ha ha ha... ...The pair of you have unknowingly... ...walked right into... ...the middle of the Story...
Luke:
The middle of the story?
???:
...You'll soon see what I mean... ...with your very own eyes!
Luke:
Professor! She just disappeared...
Layton:
I wonder what she could have meant by that...
Luke:
I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about all of this... Do you think she's just trying to scare us because she lost...?
Layton:
Hmm... At any rate, we should try to reach Espella. I know where that ship was heading. Let's head to the port and meet Espella when she arrives.
Luke:
Right. And then we can give her back this book. H-huh? P-Professor! The book! It's...
Layton:
Hmm...?
Anime cutscene
Luke:
Isn't this...?! Isn't this us, Professor?
Layton:
Surely not...
To Be Continued...
Quitting puzzle (Paths of Light)
Luke:
Ack! It's a little tricky.
Layton:
Shall we take a break?
Reinitiating puzzle (Paths of Light)
Layton:
All right then, Luke, why not see if you can solve this puzzle?
Quitting puzzle (Barton's Burger)
Barton:
Another case remains unsolved...
Reinitiating puzzle (Barton's Burger)
Barton:
Worrying about that hamburger is preventing my progress on the case.
Quitting puzzle (Security Showdown)
Constable:
Hmm, just as I suspected! You're no more than an imposter pretending to be Professor Layton. Phew... And I nearly fell for it too.
Luke:
Did you hear that, Professor?! Did you catch what he just said? I'm not sure I can just take that on the chin!
Reinitiating puzzle (Security Showdown)
Constable:
I'm sure the real Professor Layton would have no problem solving this.
Quitting puzzle (Walled In)
Layton:
Hmm...there's a tough puzzle embedded here.
Reinitiating puzzle (Walled In)
Layton:
If we can complete this pattern correctly, perhaps it will provide some sort of clue.
Quitting puzzle (Help Espella!)
Layton:
What have they done?! Let's get this rope untied and free Espella.
Reinitiating puzzle (Help Espella!)
Luke:
Professor! We have to rescue Espella!
Layton:
Okay, Luke. Let's give this one more try.
On Briar Road
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
30th April, 12:20 p.m.
Briar Road
Roly:
Sah! Constable Roly Beate, reportin' for duty! Thanks to the good offices of Lord van Zieks... ...I'm back on my beat here in the capital, doin' my best for the good citizens of London! SAH!
Patricia:
Aaah, my Roly, back on his bobby's uniform. You couldn't look any more handsome if you tried!
Roly:
Aaah...my love! You say the sweetest things!
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Roly:
To us, Lord van Zieks isn't the Reaper of the Bailey at all.
Patricia:
Oh no! Of course not! He's, he's...the patron saint of bobbies!
Roly:
The patron saint? ...Oh yes, Pat. You're so right, my darlin'! Keepin' us in pocket, he is. On my first day back on the job, what did I find in the gutter? A shillin', my love! A whole shillin'!
Patricia:
Oh, Roly! I always believed in you! I always knew one day you'd find some big small change!
Roly:
With just that shillin', I could buy you a cheap bunch containing a single flower, my sugar!
Patricia:
A single flower?! Oh...how romantic!
Roly:
But...I'm so sorry, Pat... ...only moments ago that shillin'...disappeared!
Patricia:
D-Disappeared? But, but how, my love? How?
Roly:
I think maybe... No, I'm sure... ...it was this girl here, SAH! You swiped my precious shillin', didn't you, you cheeky little diver?
Gina:
Blimey... ...you took yer time gettin' round to me, didn't ya? I thought that lovey-dovey stuff weren't ever gonna end. So...a shillin', ya say? Lifted from ya, were it? Dunno nuffin' about it. Where's the evidence, eh?
Roly:
Right there! The evidence is dancin' around on the back of your hand, young lady! You stole it from me! You lifted it from my pocket just now! You've got a nerve, stealin' from a bobby!
Gina:
Cobblers! This coin's mine! 'Ow could ya know, anyway? 'Ow could ya know if it was taken 'just now' or not?
Roly:
Dear me, you don't get it, do you? We've hardly got a penny to our name. So that coin felt as heavy to me as a bar of gold.
Gina:
Eh?
Roly:
I'm tellin' you, the moment it left my pocket, I knew. I felt myself get a good few pounds lighter.
Gina:
Agh!
Roly:
Yup! That coin has got my blood, sweat and tears all over it!
Gina:
Nnnnnnrrrgh... ......... Wot's the matter wiv ya, eh? Mr Narra-'Oddo?
Ryunosuke:
Huh? M-Me? Sorry?
Gina:
When a lady's in trouble, a true gent's s'posed to be there to 'elp. Straight away! Not an 'our later!
Ryunosuke:
...This isn't my fault. I haven't stolen anything!
Gina:
An' wot about you, eh, Sholmes? I thought you was s'posed to be a great detective!
???:
...Dear me, Miss Lestrade...
Sholmes:
...you took your time getting around to me, didn't you? I thought that long dispute was never going to end.
Iris:
You only said, 'Give us a minute' when we spotted you over the road and said hello. And that was ten minutes ago, Ginny. We've just been standing here listening to you quarrel with this bobby.
Roly:
Do beg your pardon, madam. We shouldn't be troublin' the public with police business.
Patricia:
But that shilling belongs to us! Doesn't it, Roly?
Roly:
Of course it does, my love! It's just for you and me, my darlin'!
Gina:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
(This was just supposed to be a nice stroll with Iris and Mr Sholmes before afternoon tea. Why did we have to run into another fiasco on Briar Road?) I don't really see how we could be of any help, Gina. There's no way of knowing who the coin really belongs to if it was just dropped in the gutter.
Iris:
I wouldn't be so sure of that, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
I have a feeling I might know the answer...to the question of whose coin that is!
Sholmes:
Ah, my bright young fellow lodger... Let us hear your deduction!
Iris:
Well, there's actually a reason why I suggested a stroll down Briar Road.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. What reason?
Iris:
You see, I was here yesterday and, well...I dropped a little something. So I wanted to come and look for it. While enjoying an afternoon stroll.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, you dropped something? You don't mean...?
Iris:
It was the pocket money that Hurley gave me.
Sholmes:
What's this, Iris? You dropped that, did you?
Iris:
I'm... I'm sorry. I went to the market on Lime Street yesterday to pick up some herbs, you see. But on the way, I must have dropped it. The one shilling coin you gave me.
Roly:
Oh...
Gina:
A, a one bob bit?
Iris:
Yes. And when I thought back over the route I took, I realised I must have dropped it here. Constable, you haven't seen it, have you? ...It's all my pocket money. And now it's gone.
Roly:
......... Well...erm... I'm, I'm, I'm afraid I don't know anythin' about that, young lady.
Patricia:
What, what rotten luck, droppin' your money like that. Sorry...
Sholmes:
I dare say the constable and his companion could give you a run for your money with their wide eyes.
Ryunosuke:
If it's all the same to you, Mr Sholmes, I think I'd prefer not to be used as the yardstick for looking guilty.
Gina:
Well, it's tough really, innit, Iris? Ya dropped it, so it ain't yours no more. Anyway, ya know wot they say. Wot goes around comes around. So don't feel bad.
Ryunosuke:
Bad luck, Iris. It doesn't look like you're going to get your coin back.
Iris:
Oh... I can't believe I've lost it. And straight after Hurley gave it to me as well.
Sholmes:
Yes, regrettable indeed. I seem to recall that particular coin was rather significant.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean 'significant'?
Iris:
To be specific...it was especially significant to you, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Significant to me? ...Ah! You don't mean...? It was the coin...from last night's wager?
Sholmes:
The very same, my dear fellow.
Gina:
Wot's this, then? Wot wager?
Iris:
It was a game of poker. A duel between Hurley and Runo.
Gina:
Poker? Wot, that tricky card game, ya mean?
Sholmes:
'As a lawyer, I have the perfect poker face. You'll never be able to tell what I'm thinking!' said he. But depriving Mr Naruhodo of his entire fortune was even easier than finding that missing thoroughbred.
Ryunosuke:
Grrr! It was so infuriating, reliving it now still makes me grit my teeth. Sorry, Iris, I had every intention of paying you back the money I owe you, but you'll have to wait, I'm afraid.
Iris:
Yes, I know. Don't worry, next month is fine.
Gina:
Let me guess, 'Oddo... Yer 'whole fortune'...
Ryunosuke:
It was one whole shilling. My entire monthly stipend. And I lost all of it! As I handed it over to Mr Sholmes, I gritted my teeth so hard my gums started to bleed.
Iris:
Please, Runo...don't exaggerate. That's a horrible image!
Patricia:
What about a lawyer who borrows money from a ten-year-old girl? Now that's a horrible image.
Ryunosuke:
(...Why do I feel like my reputation with this couple has just fallen through the floor?)
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! There are few things more invigorating than taking a man for all he's worth!
Iris:
Don't be so pleased with yourself, Hurley. It's not as if Runo ever had a chance of winning.
Ryunosuke:
Wait... What? What do you mean by that?
Iris:
Well, using that special ink I developed, anyone could-
Sholmes:
Thank you, Iris! That will do. I'm sure this conversation is proving very dull for everyone. What's done is done. The game is over now. There's no point crying over spilt milk.
Roly:
'Special ink' you say? Well, sah! That sounds like the sort of risky business that's right up my alley!
Patricia:
Oh, Roly! I love your dauntless spirit! You laugh in the face of danger!
Gina:
Come on then, Iris, spill it. Wot's this 'special ink' about, eh?
Iris:
Ah, well! It's what's sometimes called invisible ink. All you have to do is write the suit and number on the reverse side of every card... ...and with the aid of some special glasses, the whole game is laid bare to you!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! You were wearing glasses last night, weren't you, Mr Sholmes? You said something along the lines of 'My eyesight appears to have suddenly worsened.'
Sholmes:
And the moment you failed to question that as odd was the moment I knew I had won the game!
Ryunosuke:
...Mind games, was it? Trying to throw me off with your eccentric ways?
Gina:
So yer tellin' me Sholmes could see every card wot 'Oddo 'ad?
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?! But that's...that's not mind games! That's blatant cheating!
Sholmes:
My dear fellow! What an accusation! Would you honestly consider me a cheat? Please, I prefer 'trickster'.
Ryunosuke:
Whatever you call it, the game doesn't count now! Understand, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Dear me... Well, out of respect for the bad grace with which you take defeat, allow me to return your shilling.
Ryunosuke:
...Did you hear that, Gina? So give it here!
Gina:
...Eh? Leave me out o' this! This 'ere one bob bit was mine from the start! No question!
Roly:
No, sah! That there one bob bit was lifted from this here bobby's pocket only a few minutes ago!
Gina:
So ya keep sayin'! Come on then! Where's the evidence?
Roly:
Eh?
Gina:
The law, right, is all about evidence. I know my stuff!
Sholmes:
You see, Mr Naruhodo? Use a trite excuse in court, and others will parrot it.
Ryunosuke:
...Only, whenever I do say that in court, it isn't as a trite excuse, you know.
Roly:
As I said, sah...that coin has got my blood, sweat and tears all over it!
Patricia:
That's right, it has! Roly's blood, sweat and tears are the evidence!
Iris:
Hm, blood, you say? In that case, it's time...for this!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Do, do you think...?
Iris:
Well, if there's any trace of blood on that coin, we'll soon know about it! Alright, Ginny...hold veeery still...
Gina:
Eh? Wot?! Agh!
Ryunosuke:
Look at that! See there on the coin? (It's clearly changed colour!)
Sholmes:
In other words, there is blood on this coin.
Roly:
Once again, as I said, sah! That would be my blood, sweat and tear-
Iris:
Ooh, wait. I've seen blood turn that colour before. Yes! I know whose it is! I know whose coin it is!
Gina:
Wot?!
Iris:
The rightful owner of this bloodstained shilling is... ...Runo!
Ryunosuke:
Huh? Me?
Sholmes:
And from the appearance of the blood, I would say it is quite fresh. Left within the last twenty-four hours.
Ryunosuke:
Within the last... Ah! Then, in that case...
Gina:
So...this is the coin wot Sholmes 'ad off 'Oddo last night in the poker game?
Iris:
Oh, Runo! Do you mean you really did make your gums bleed?
Ryunosuke:
I told you, I was so infuriated to lose, I had to grit my teeth as I handed over the money.
Gina:
Blimey...yer as 'ard up as me by the sound of it. But I thought you 'ad a proper job.
Ryunosuke:
Come on, Gina, just hand it over, would you? The shilling...that's rightfully mine.
Gina:
......... Argh! Fine, alright then! Just stop yer bleedin' starin'!
Ryunosuke:
Aaah...I finally have it back. It's like a dream come true!
Gina:
Tsk. I nearly 'ad that one in the bag an' all.
Iris:
That's wonderful news, Runo. I'm so happy for you! Now then...as you promised... ...I'd like my money back, please. The shilling I lent you before.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Iris:
You did say that you'd pay it back out of this month's pocket money, didn't you?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...um...yes... Well then, I suppose...
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, do be kind to your gums.
Roly:
Looks like that shillin' was always destined to be taken from you, sah.
Patricia:
For some reason, the phrase 'serves you right' is floating around in my head...
Ryunosuke:
S...S...S..Sooo, Iris... As p-promised...here...is the shilling I owe you.
Iris:
Oh? You're repaying me already? Well, thank you. Next month would have been fine, though.
Gina:
Wot's it all about anyway? Wot are you lendin' 'Oddo money for?
Iris:
Ah yes, well actually, it's because I went to the Lime Street market yesterday to buy herbs... ...for Runo.
Gina:
'Erbs? For 'Oddo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. The tea Miss Susato left behind is top-quality gyokuro tea, but it's just so bitter. So when Iris suggested mixing it with some herbs to make it more palatable, I asked her to buy me some.
Iris:
That's right. We've made a special Japanese herbal tea with the leftover gyokuro. I'm going to call it Susie's Special Blend! I do hope you'll all try it!
Ryunosuke:
The excruciating bitterness clings to the throat...if you can persuade the bright green gloop to leave the cup.
Sholmes:
Why, it sounds quite delicious!
Gina:
Yeah, right...
Sholmes:
Well, it would appear this shilling's brief adventures are now at an end.
Ryunosuke:
Adventures?
Sholmes:
You must agree, my dear fellow, that the coin has made a considerable journey since last night.
Ryunosuke:
Let's see... Originally, it was the coin I was supposed to give to Iris to pay her for the herbs. But then, in our poker duel last night, it passed to you, Mr Sholmes.
Gina:
Who gave it to Iris as spendin' money.
Iris:
But then I dropped it here sometime yesterday.
Patricia:
Then my beloved Roly found it a little while ago and picked it up...
Roly:
...Before it was lifted from my pocket by this here diver.
Iris:
I then used my favourite gun to show up the blood that was on it...
Gina:
...And let slip about Sholmes's little scam in 'is card game last night.
Sholmes:
The annulment of which resulted in the coin returning to the ownership of Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
...Allowing me to pay Iris the money I owed her after all... ...for the herbs she'd bought in order to make Susie's Special Blend tea.
Iris:
And now, after all that, the coin is resting safely in my pocket.
Sholmes:
.........
.........
Gina:
......... Yeah, yer right, that was an adventure. But wot are we s'posed to take away from it, eh?
Ryunosuke:
That this one shilling coin belongs to Iris and Iris alone, I think.
Sholmes:
I cannot fault your observation, Mr Naruhodo.
Iris:
Well, you know what they say... What goes around comes around!
Ryunosuke:
(Why do I get the feeling that Iris knew it was coming around to her from the very beginning?)
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Priceless, as they say! Well then, my dear fellow, how about this evening we indulge in some bitter tea and a bitter rematch? I'll even allow you to stake the coming month's spending money in advance.
Ryunosuke:
...I fold.
Recipe for Turnabout
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Episode 3Recipe for Turnabout
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts.
I-It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!
Judge:
The evidence and testimony we have seen and heard are conclusive! The victim was alone at his table when he drank from that poisoned cup of coffee.
No! You're wrong! I know what I saw...! I saw... I saw...! I saw someone else there! A man. He's the real killer! Why won't anyone believe me?
Payne:
Well... I'd say that pretty much wraps this case up, wouldn't you... ...Mr. Wright!?
Judge:
This court finds the defendant...
Guilty
Judge:
The court is adjourned.
January 6, 10:03 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
Ahh! The start of the new year always makes me feel like I can take on the whole world!
Phoenix:
I bet it does, Maya.
Maya:
So! I've decided that our resolution should be... Zvarri! "Take on the world!" What do you think?
Phoenix:
Sure, whatever, Maya... But I think maybe you've had more than enough mistletoe cake.
Maya:
Never! You've got to eat a lot of cake during New Year's! It's practically a tradition! Like watching the fireworks on TV or playing a board Game.
???:
HEY, PAL!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe...
Maya:
Happy New Year, Detective!
Gumshoe:
Uh... likewise... NOW LISTEN UP, WRIGHT! I WANNA...
Maya:
Here's to another fruitful year of lawyer-police cooperation!
Gumshoe:
Um... Yeah... Me too... ALRIGHT, PAL! YOU'VE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO...
Maya:
Have you got a holiday present for me, Detective?
Gumshoe:
A what? Well... I, um... Here, have this. It-It's really nothing much, but...
Maya:
Yay! Thanks!
Gumshoe:
LOOK, PAL, WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK. TAKE A SEAT!
Maya:
Hey! What about Pearly? You haven't forgotten her present, have you?
Gumshoe:
Ah... N-No... I mean, yes... I mean, no... Are you doing this on purpose?
Maya:
Ha ha, guess I'm busted. How did you like my first practical joke of the year?
Gumshoe:
Very funny, pal. Now let's see how funny you think it is when I show you this!
Phoenix:
What is it? A magazine?
Maya:
Hey, I wanna see! "Deadly Poisoning Brings Guilty Verdict. Defense Attorney Wright Trounced."
Phoenix:
Tr-Trounced!? Let me see that! "The defense attorney gave an almost childishly amateur performance yesterday..." What the heck is this!?
Gumshoe:
It's a report, pal. About you!
Maya:
Listen to this! "Mr. Wright must take full responsibility for the ruling in this case."
Gumshoe:
WELL!? And don't tell me you don't remember anything about it!
Phoenix:
But I don't remember anything about it! When was that issue from anyway?
Gumshoe:
Umm... December of last year, which I guess makes it last month.
Maya:
Which makes it old news, you mean.
Phoenix:
But I wasn't involved in a poisoning case in December!
Maya:
Hmm, so what do you think this is all about, Nick?
Gumshoe:
If it wasn't you, pal, then that leaves only one possibility...
Maya:
No way. You don't mean...
Phoenix:
A pho...
Maya:
A phony Nick!?
Phoenix:
(This must be Gumshoe's idea of a joke. Guess he's starting off the year with one, too...)
Magazine Clipping added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
SO! What are you gonna do about it, pal!?
Phoenix:
What do you mean, what am I going to do about it?
Maya:
Well, it's your fault that the judge found the defendant guilty in this case!
Phoenix:
My fault!? How do you figure that?
Maya:
Because THE Phoenix Wright is super famous now! Well, maybe only sort of...
Gumshoe:
Yeah. See what happens when you hotshots start getting too full of yourselves?
Phoenix:
(But I didn't do anything wrong! ...At least, not that I can remember...)
Gumshoe:
You better make this right, pal. Now! And that means taking the case back to court. Got it?
Maya:
Sounds like we've got our first case of the new year! Let's tackle it with gusto!
Phoenix:
I don't know... The judge already issued a guilty verdict once in this case. It's not going to be easy to get it overturned.
Maya:
... I guess that New Year's resolution is going to have to wait until next year.
Gumshoe:
So you're taking the case, right!? Good! I'm gonna head over to the courthouse then. After that, I'll go back to the precinct. Drop by if you need something, OK pal!?
Phoenix:
(I guess people are starting to know the name, "Phoenix Wright". If a client entrusted a case to me based on my reputation... I guess I am kind of responsible. But why would someone want to impersonate me? What sort of a guy would do that?)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. ...Actually, I've neglected them for so long that they're covered in a layer of dust. I guess I should at least pretend to read them once in a while.
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Charley. A quite decorative plant. He's sort of a keepsake... something to remember Mia by. Sure, the office is a mess, but I never forget to water this little fella.
Mia's desk
Phoenix:
It's my desk. I don't get to use it much, so it's still super neat and tidy from when Pearls cleaned it.
Movie poster
Phoenix:
An old movie poster. Apparently, this was the first movie that made Mia cry when she saw it, a long time ago. Maya watched it recently, and said she cried all night, too! ...Which, I guess, is why it's back up on the wall. I have to check it out one of these days.
Window
Phoenix:
There is a giant building just outside the window. It's the Gatewater Hotel, a high-class, luxury hotel. The chain is getting so rich that they bought a whole chunk of the next town over... ...and started building a huge theme park. It's going to be called "Gatewater Land". ...I wonder if that bellboy is going to send me a greeting card this year, too?
Talk
What to do
Maya:
So, what's our first move?
Phoenix:
I guess we go down to the detention center and talk--
Maya:
Wait a sec, Nick. This person's behind bars because of you. Whoever it is isn't going to be jumping at the chance to meet you, right?
Phoenix:
Hey, hey! Let's get one thing straight. It wasn't me, it was a fake me that did this!
Maya:
Hmm, I wonder if he looks exactly like you... Your phony, Xin Eohp, I mean.
Phoenix:
(I hope not. *shudder* ...And what kind of name for an evil double is Xin Eohp anyway!?)
Maya:
Ah! Nick! I've got it!
Phoenix:
If you're going to ask whether I've got a twin brother, the answer is no.
Maya:
...Spoilsport.
Any ideas
Maya:
Did you notice Gumshoe was acting weirder than usual, or was it just me?
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Maya:
I mean, he was really worked up. Like a guy who's just found out he's going to be a dad or something.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess he was acting kind of strange.
Maya:
Maybe he realized he's got strong feelings for you, Nick!
Phoenix:
... Considering how we interact, I seriously doubt that, Maya...
Maya:
Well, if he wasn't nervous because of you...
Phoenix:
...then maybe it's because of our new guilty client?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
So you've still got that badge, I see.
Phoenix:
Huh!? Well, I'm a lawyer, aren't I?
Maya:
Yeah, but I guess I just didn't think you'd keep on being one for this long. You have to admit, you've had some close brushes with death because of your job.
Phoenix:
(...I fail to see how being a lawyer is more dangerous than channeling dead people.)
Magazine Clipping
Maya:
I can't believe you've got an impersonator.
Phoenix:
I can't either. *sigh*
Maya:
Aww, but look on the bright side. Only famous stars have people impersonating them!
Phoenix:
This isn't funny, Maya. It's not just an impersonation. This guy stole my identity! And someone may have been wrongly convicted as a result.
Maya:
...Guess you should've gone into showbiz, huh, Nick?
Phoenix:
(...*sigh* I will never understand how your mind works, Maya.)
Maya Fey profile
Phoenix:
So? How's your spirit medium training going?
Maya:
Well... I stand under the rushing waters of the shower head every day.
Phoenix:
...That's called "taking a shower". What happened to the rushing waters of a waterfall?
Maya:
Well, I'm kind of taking a break... I'm having a bit of trouble right now, you know?
Phoenix:
(Last year's incident must still be on her mind... I haven't seen Maya train at all since that time. I think Mia said it's because Maya's at a loss these days...)
Mia Fey profile
Phoenix:
Mia helped me out in court again last time.
Maya:
It's so cool that you get to meet my sis like that.
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Maya:
We mediums lose consciousness when we're channeling, so I don't get to see my sis...
Phoenix:
...I never really thought about it that way. Hey! If you want to meet Mia... ...why don't we just have Pearls call her?
Maya:
No... I couldn't do that. I'd be too worried about her.
Phoenix:
(I guess Maya's got all sorts of things to think about, too. ...Despite her immaturity saying otherwise.)
Godot profile
Maya:
So you still can't remember anything about Godot, huh?
Phoenix:
I already told you. I have no idea who he is, let alone why he dislikes me so much.
Maya:
Well he sure seems to have a problem with you for some reason. You'd better watch your back, Nick. Coffee lovers can be quite bitter.
Phoenix:
You're just making that up, Maya!
Dick Gumshoe profile
Maya:
Digging up an old case that's already been ruled on... That's not like Gumshoe, is it?
Phoenix:
No. He barely manages to stay on top of the cases in front of him.
Maya:
Yeah, he's always busy, and gets dirt pay. I mean, look at that dusty old coat he wears!
Phoenix:
(Did you mean he "gets paid dirt" or do you really think they pay him in gravel?)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this, Maya?
Maya:
Hmm... Even someone as worldly-wise as me doesn't know everything about everything, Nick. So I, the great Maya, am sad to say I can't tell you much about this object.
Phoenix:
(A simple yes or no, Maya... It's not as if you had to give me a dissertation...)
Anyone else
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this person?
Maya:
Hmm... Even someone as worldly-wise as me doesn't know everything about everyone, Nick. So I, the great Maya, am sad to say I can't tell you much about this individual.
Phoenix:
(A simple yes or no, Maya... It's not as if you had to give me a dissertation...)
January 6
Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Maya:
It's been ages since we came down to the precinct, huh, Nick?
Phoenix:
Looks like Gumshoe isn't around.
Maya:
He's got it so easy, leaving everyone else to do the work!
Phoenix:
No, he's been out there somewhere. My bet is on the courthouse. He's probably trying to arrange the retrial of this case.
Maya:
Guess that means we should go to the detention center and chat with our killer, huh?
Phoenix:
After being convicted without a fair trial, I'm not sure killer is the right label...
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Don't die running a red light. Die the old-fashioned way -- of old age!" We have a winner! Inject a bit of humor, that's the key.
Phoenix:
... He must be coming up with slogans for a safety campaign. ...I guess?
Desks
Phoenix:
These are the detectives' desks. There are computers and files on each one. Funny, they're a lot tidier than I expected. I guess the detectives don't spend a lot of time at their desks.
Poster
Phoenix:
A poster of a female police officer... Wait, no. That's the latest "Babes in Uniform" calendar. My bad.
Detective Chief
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
WHAT! Mask☆DeMasque turned up at the bank? What's he doing!? "Hands up, you scalawags!" "You're under arrest!" Hey! That's our job!
Phoenix:
(Looks like Ron DeLite's opted for a new career.)
Detective:
Quit surfing the net, Chief!
Chief:
S-Sorry... I was just, um...
Phoenix:
(Things feel pretty tense in here...)
Badgers
Maya:
Hey, that's the police mascot, isn't it? It's so cute!
Chief:
That's the "Blue Badger". It was my idea! I made it! And now, it's the national symbol of the police force!
Phoenix:
So what's with the pink one? It's new, right?
Maya:
She's not an "it", Nick. She's a "she", right Chief?
Chief:
Yup. Meet the "Pink Badger".
Maya:
So one's called "Blue", and the other's called "Pink", but they're both called "Badger"?
Chief:
You got it! They're both married.
Maya:
Umm... Mr. & Mrs. Badger seem to be cuffed together, Chief.
Chief:
You got it! That's marriage for you!
Phoenix:
(Whoa... A mascot that's deeper than the deepest of deep oceans...)
January 6
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
This is so nerve-wracking, waiting to meet our new client. I wonder just what kind of person you tricked and got found guilty...?
Phoenix:
K-Keep it down, Maya! That kind of talk could ruin me!
???:
Aaaaaaaah! How could you, Mr. Wright!? How could you do this to me!? They put me in solitary! I haven't been able to stop crying.
Phoenix:
A-Aren't... you...
???:
Yes, I am! I am totally and utterly let down!
Maya:
Aah! You're... Are you...?
???
Don't pretend you don't know me! It's me, Maggey, remember!? Maggey Byrde!
Phoenix:
Maggey Byrde... Ah!
Phoenix:
(Maggey Byrde... She's the policewoman I defended that one time. She was accused of murdering her lover. He was a cop, too.)
Phoenix:
What are you doing in here!? Didn't I get you acquitt--
Byrde:
Oh, sure! Very funny! After that fifth-rate defense job, you come in here and start making jokes!?
Maya:
You better hurry up and tell her what happened, Nick.
Byrde:
O-Oh... I see...
Phoenix:
So that's where we stand right now.
Maya:
I'm sorry you've been caught up in another murder...
Byrde:
My whole life has been nothing but a whirlwind of bad luck and failures.
Phoenix:
(I vaguely remember her saying the exact same thing last time...)
Byrde:
But I don't mind! What's one more disaster in my life? At least now the real Mr. Wright is here with me. I won't let the world keep me down, sir!
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera.
Guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. I bet they don't get too many waitresses in here. He looks like he's getting a bit restless.
Talk
Maggey Byrde
Maya:
So, how come you're dressed like that, Maggey? Last year you looked so sharp in that police uniform.
Byrde:
Hmph. I was fired after that... incident last year.
Maya:
Oh. I'm sorry.
Byrde:
It's OK. I don't mind one bit. I enjoyed being on the force, but I think it was time for me to move on.
Maya:
So, what do you do now?
Byrde:
In the second act of "The Life of Maggey Byrde", I'm playing the role of a waitress.
Maya:
A waitress!?
Byrde:
Yes. In a French restaurant. It's a small place, but it's quite fashionable. My charming smile and shapely figure came through for me. And the owner, Mr. Armstrong, hired me straight away, sir.
Phoenix:
And then you got into this mess straight away, right?
Byrde:
Yeah, you could put it that way...
What happened
Byrde:
This whole mess started on the 3rd of last month... And it happened at Trés Bien.
Maya:
"Treh Bee-an"...?
Byrde:
Yes. It's a restaurant where good service and a friendly smile are always included!
Maya:
Oh...
Byrde:
There were two men at the table, both drinking coffee. And then... One of the men slipped some poison into the victim's cup! The victim took just one sip and was gasping for air! I was so shocked, I passed out.
Maya:
Hey, hold on there, Maggey.
Byrde:
What?
Maya:
You keep calling the guy, "the victim". Didn't you know the guy who was killed?
Byrde:
Not at all! I'd never even seen the guy before!
Maya:
Oh...
Phoenix:
(So she wouldn't have a motive to kill him then, I guess...) And the other man, the killer. You saw him, right?
Byrde:
Of course! A good waitress must be attentive to the clientele.
Phoenix:
So, you saw the killer, but you were found guilty of the crime anyway? How come?
Byrde:
......... You tell me, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ack! (Guess the answer to my question is "my phony"... Anyway, she saw the killer. Better see if I can get a description of the guy.)
Guilty verdict (appears after "What happened")
Maya:
So, if you saw the murderer, why were you still convicted?
Byrde:
Because no one else saw.
Maya:
Saw what?
Byrde:
The other man. The one who put the poison in the victim's coffee. Everyone testified that way. Mr. Armstrong, the customer... Everyone. "The victim was sitting alone at his table the whole time."
Phoenix:
But how's that possible?
Byrde:
I don't know. But nobody, not one person, would believe me, sir. Even Phoenix Wright, my one last hope for a fair trial, failed me. What a pathetic defense! My granny could've done a better job!
Phoenix:
Look! That wasn't me, OK?
Byrde:
And then! ...They found something a bit incriminating in my apron pocket.
Maya:
What?
Byrde:
A small bottle... of poison.
Maya:
WHAT!? P-Poison!? It was in your pocket!?
Byrde:
Well, I passed out when the victim collapsed. The killer must've slipped the poison into my pocket when I was unconscious.
Phoenix:
And no one else saw this other guy?
Byrde:
No, sir. That's what everyone said. But I don't see how they could've missed him...
The other guy (appears after "Guilty verdict")
Byrde:
I was the one who took the coffee to the two men.
Phoenix:
O-Oh...? And what was your impression of them?
Byrde:
Well... When I first saw them, I kind of thought they might be in the music industry.
Maya:
In music? How come?
Byrde:
Well, one of them had some sort of earpiece, and an emo musician's look about him. And there was a sample CD on the table, sir.
Maya:
An earpiece and a sample CD, huh? Did you get a look at the CD at all?
Byrde:
It had a band's name written on it. I think it was "MC"-something. They must've been preparing for their debut, I guess.
Phoenix:
So it was a band's CD. Maybe a promo disc?
Maya:
Maybe it was "MC Screwdriver"!
Phoenix:
Get serious, Maya. Would you buy the CD of a group named that?
Byrde:
Nngh... What was the name of that group again...? "MC Hacksaw..."? No... "MC..."
Maya:
And what about the killer? What did he look like?
Byrde:
Well, I, um... I don't really remember. Only that he was a young man. Well-built like the victim, really.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Byrde:
That badge! Is it real?
Phoenix:
Of course it's real!
Byrde:
That's what they all say. But I've been duped before. Give it to me for a sec!
Phoenix:
Ah...!
...*chomp!*
Maya:
She... She bit into it...
Byrde:
And I left a few teeth marks, too!
Phoenix:
I can see that...
Byrde:
I just wish I could remember if that means it's real or a fake.
Phoenix:
*sigh* (I said it was real!)
Magazine Clipping
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah. I need to ask you about this...
Byrde:
Hey! This article's about my case!
Phoenix:
Can you tell me anything about the guy who was pretending to be me?
Byrde:
Yes, sir! It was the morning after I'd been arrested... I met you in the visitor's room here. You were wearing one of your super-sharp suits.
Phoenix:
Me?
Byrde:
Yes, you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Argh...
Maya:
Hey, Maggey! Was my evil double Ayam here, too?
Byrde:
No. I don't remember a phony you, Maya.
Maya:
Oh... *sigh* It would've been so cool...
Byrde:
Then you got really worked up and passionate. "I'm gonna get you cleared of this crime!" you said.
Phoenix:
OK, I get the picture. But you've met me in person before... So how come you didn't realize that guy wasn't the real me?
Byrde:
... I guess, looking back now, it was a little strange...
Phoenix:
Only a little?
Byrde:
Well, OK, so you were a bit taller than normal. And you looked a bit shady. And your voice was a bit weird. Oh, and you had this funny accent. And...
Phoenix:
So the guy was nothing like me, then!?
Byrde:
But he had your spiky hair and blue suit.
Phoenix:
(... Is that all it takes for someone to imitate me...?)
Maya:
How about everyone else in the courtroom, like the judge and the observers...? Didn't they realize he was an imposter?
Byrde:
Everyone had these big question marks on their faces... But it seemed that no one wanted to say anything, sir.
Maya:
This case just keeps getting weirder and weirder...
Maya Fey profile
Byrde:
Thanks for your help last year!
Maya:
Aw, it was nothing. I'm glad we got you off the hook.
Byrde:
I hope you can help me out this year, too!
Maya:
Yeah, me too. It's be sweet if we could get that verdict overturned.
Dick Gumshoe profile
Byrde:
Oh, Detective Gumshoe! He really looked out for me when I was on the force!
Phoenix:
Have you seen him recently?
Byrde:
No. He's never been to the restaurant.
Maya:
Guess he's not a fan of French cuisine, huh? He's an instant noodle type of guy, after all.
Byrde:
Yeah, he prefers the simple things in life.
Phoenix:
(...Or he's just simply too poor to afford anything else.)
Maggey Byrde profile
Byrde:
No matter what happens, I never let anything get me down!
Maya:
You're always so positive, aren't you, Maggey?
Byrde:
Macho Maggey Byrde, they say! The early Byrde catches the worm! A Byrde in the hand!
Maya:
Wow! All those phrases are named after you?
Byrde:
And I never turn my back on anything!
Maya:
You're always so strong, aren't you, Maggey?
Byrde:
Macho Maggey Byrde, they say! I'm a tough old Byrde!
Maya:
"Tough old byrde", Nick! Hee hee! Do you get it?
Phoenix:
...Yeah, I get it.
Anything else
Byrde:
I know I used to be on the police force, sir. But I'm incarcerated, now. So I can't use my connections to help you. All I can tell you about now is info about ex-cons or the clientele of Trés Bien, sir...
Maya:
Aww, don't let it get you down, Maggey!
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Magazine Clipping:
Byrde:
Mr. Wright... Do you think it's possible to get a retrial?
Phoenix:
Probably. The court ruled in the absence of a genuine defense attorney. So we should be able to get a retrial.
Byrde:
Um... Mr. Wright...?
Phoenix:
?
Byrde:
Do you think we'll win next time? ...Sir?
Phoenix:
...!
Byrde:
My life has been a full course meal of bad luck, complete with defeat for dessert. Since I was 6 months old, when I fell from the 9th floor of my apartment building... ...I've been hit by all sorts of vehicles, gotten sick from all sorts of foods... ...failed at almost every test I've taken, experienced almost every kind of disaster... I even landed a phony lawyer when I had the misfortune of being accused of murder. But! I will survive! Because Maggey Byrde always lives to fight another day! And one day, I'll find it! Just you wait and see, sir! I'll find that one, single moment of good luck!
Maya:
Argh, Xin Eohp is really gonna pay for this!
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you staring at me like that for...? (But Maya's right... Whoever it is that thought it was a good idea to use my name... ...and get an innocent girl convicted of murder had better watch out!)
Maya:
We'll find him! Don't you worry. We'll get Xin Eohp for you!
Byrde:
Thank you! Oh! I'll tell you where Trés Bien is then!
Phoenix:
Trés... Ah, right. The restaurant where the murder took place.
Byrde:
Yes, sir. When you go, please tell Mr. Armstrong I said hi!
Maya:
Sure! Alright, Nick! Let's go check out this restaurant and its food!
January 6
Trés Bien
Maya:
Wow! Look at this place.
Phoenix:
"Look"? More like "smell"... What is with the suffocating scent of flowers in here...? Then again, girls like that sort of thing, right?
Maya:
Actually, I'm not all that into it...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
... No one's coming to seat us. Maybe there's no one here.
Phoenix:
Don't be silly, Maya. This is a restaurant, and it's open for business. HELLO! ANYONE HERE? ... I don't believe it! There really isn't anyone here!
Maya:
Perfect! Let's get intrusive! If there's no one here, we can take anything we want!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I suppose we can...)
Examine
Cash register
Maya:
Look, it's one of those magical boxes that spits out money.
Phoenix:
You know, you're the only person who would ever describe a cash register in that way!
Trinkets
Maya:
Look at all the little trinkets tucked away in here.
Phoenix:
I bet Mr. Armstrong collected all of these personally. Let's see... A bouquet of flowers, some potpourri, and look! Fine bone china cups!
Maya:
... I never knew you were so... cultured.
Phoenix:
Come on, Maya! This is common knowledge! Any Joe Schmoe knows this much!
Front entrance
Phoenix:
It's the restaurant's front entrance. There's a sign hanging on the door written in French. It probably says, "Open" or "Closed". It must be one or the other, but I don't know which since I dunno Jacques about French.
Magazine rack
Maya:
It's a rack full of fashion magazines. And they're all in French.
Phoenix:
Why don't you try wearing something a bit more "chic" something, huh, Maya?
Maya:
Yeah. I guess I could. I'm always in my acolyte clothes, aren't I? I'd be fun to wear normal clothes every now and then.
Phoenix:
Hm? There's something stuffed in behind the rack.
Maya:
...Looks like a sports paper to me. Hey, and look at this! Someone's scribbled a little doodle on one of the pages. "MC Bomber", and one, two, three, four, five zeros... A-A hundred thousand... dollars... maybe?
Phoenix:
I wonder what "MC Bomber" is supposed to be...? ! (This paper! It's from December 3rd...) This paper's from the day of the poisoning!
Maya:
WHAT!?
Sports Paper added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(A paper from the day of the murder... This has got to be a clue! I should see if I can find out some more about this paper...)
Magazine rack (subsequent times)
Maya:
It's a rack full of fashion magazines. And they're all in French.
Phoenix:
Looks like Mr. Armstrong doesn't get any newspapers.
Maya:
Well, it wouldn't exactly suit the feel of the place, would it?
Phoenix:
Why don't you try wearing something a bit more "chic" like in these mags, Maya?
Maya:
Yeah. I'd look stunning in some of those Parisian frocks, huh?
Phoenix:
(We found that sports paper behind this magazine rack earlier... I'd better try to find out everything I can about it...)
Table
Phoenix:
This table's set nicely. It just needs a customer.
Maya:
What do you think this flower is, Nick?
Phoenix:
Let's see... Well, it doesn't look like a tulip, and it's not a sunflower, I don't think...
Maya:
Duh. Even I could've told you that.
Phoenix:
Well, those are the only kinds of flowers I know. Dagnabit, I'm a lawyer, not a botanist!
Windows
Phoenix:
Wow! It's a beautiful winter wonderland out there.
Maya:
Really!? Cool! I love snow! Let me see! Huh? It's not white. It's not even snowing.
Phoenix:
Got you! I was only kidding, Maya.
Maya:
Nick! There are lies that are OK to tell, and lies that definitely aren't.
Phoenix:
(...All I did was tell an itty-bitty white lie about nonexistent white snow.)
Partition
Phoenix:
This restaurant has partitions that separate the tables. When you're seated at a table, you can only see the tables to your right or left.
Crime scene
Phoenix:
This must be the table where the murder occurred.
Maya:
I guess so, with all this police tape all around it.
Phoenix:
And that stain must be from the poisoned coffee. Don't go licking the tablecloth, OK, Maya?
Maya:
Why would I lick it? I'm not a cat, you know!
Phoenix:
(Then why can I picture you doing just that?)
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Sports Paper
Maya:
Hmm... "MC Bomber"...
Phoenix:
And don't forget the "100,000", too.
Maya:
There's something about that name, "MC Bomber".
Phoenix:
Yeah, It's a pretty unusual name.
Phoenix:
And don't forget the "100,000", too.
Maya:
Everyone's worried about bombs these days, I guess.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure that has any bearing on anything related to this case...)
Maya:
Anyway, we should really look into this some more!
Maggey Byrde's profile
Maya:
This is Maggey's second time as a murder suspect, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah. The first time was a little over a year ago... She was on the police force back then.
Maya:
Wasn't she working under Gumshoe? That does it, Nick! We're gonna get her off the hook or I'll give up hamburgers!
Detention Center
Present
Sports Paper
Byrde:
Oh! A sports paper. Let's see, let's see... Did Gutsen Brawn manage to defend his heavyweight title?
Phoenix:
Sorry, Maggey. That paper is actually a month old... It's from the day of the murder...
Maya:
And Gutsen got knocked out yesterday, I'm afraid.
Byrde:
Oh, no...
Phoenix:
I found this paper in the magazine rack at Trés Bien.
Byrde:
Really? That's strange... Trés Bien doesn't get newspapers. Mr. Armstrong says he's not really fond of them.
Maya:
Then maybe one of the customers left it behind?
Phoenix:
Anyway, what I want you to take a look at is this scribble here.
Byrde:
Ah-ha! That's it, sir! "MC Bomber"! That was the name that was written on the CD!
Phoenix:
(Just as I thought...)
Maya:
I guess it wasn't "MC Screwdriver" after all, huh...
Byrde:
So, that $100,000 must be a down payment for a record deal, right?
Maya:
If someone gave me $100,000, I'd sing for sure! "The Master of Kurain" or "The Spirit Song" or even "Maya's Theme"!
Phoenix:
Um, OK, Maya... So, if the sample CD was on the victim's table... That means this newspaper may have belonged to the victim!
Maya:
You're right!
Phoenix:
(So the victim left this behind on the day of the murder, huh...)
Maya:
I think we better step up the investigation, don't you Nick?
After presenting Sports Paper at Detention Center:
January 6
Trés Bien
???:
Oh lá lá! Bon-JOUR! Welcome to la Trés Bien!
Maya:
Oh! Hel... lo... ...
Phoenix:
(What happened to Maya? She's frozen stiff...)
???:
Bienvenue! Welcome to my petite restauranté!
Maya:
Huh? "Bee Avenue"?
???:
Oh, non, my petite chulip!
Maya:
Huh? Me?
???:
Look at z'is face! Like la kitten rejected by its own mother. You are fatigued, non? Alors! You need z'is! An aromatic bath oil mélange of la néroli and la rose. My personal recommendation!
Maya:
You think I need what...?
???:
Oui, oui! Just add a couple of drops of z'is mixture to la bath water, and voilá! It will soothe your body and your mind. It's simply fantastique!
Maya:
Really?
???:
And for la monsieur!
Phoenix:
Who? Me?
???:
Look at z'at face! Like la puppy rejected by life itself! You are fatigued, non? For you, monsieur, I recommend z'is! Oil of bergamot. And maybe a 'int of... Oui, Oui! I will add la peppermint and la clary sage for a fragrance exceptionnel! Such an invigorating recipe will bring out your delicious beauty, monsieur!
Phoenix:
M-My beauty!?
???:
Alors. If you will be seated, I will bring you la special menu of z'e day!
Phoenix:
Actually, we're not here to eat. We're lawyers.
???:
Mais bien sûr! I know z'is already, monsieur. You are la Phoenix Wright, non?
Phoenix:
Um, yes... You know me?
???:
Mais, oui oui! I never forget a man who flirts wiz me! Especially in court!
Maya:
I guess he was cross-examined by our mysterious Xin Eohp...
Phoenix:
It looks like everyone to do with this case knows who "I" am already.
Maya:
I wonder what sort of impression Xin Eohp's been leaving on people, don't you?
Armstrong:
Allow me to introduce myself to you again. I am Jean Armstrong. Enchanté!
Talk
Trés Bien
Maya:
So what does "Trés Bien" mean? I know "trés". That means "three", right?
Armstrong:
Non, non, non! "Trés Bien" is Français! In English, you would say, "Very Good".
Maya:
Oh. Very good...
Armstrong:
Oui, exactement! La atmosphere is trés bien, and la cuisine is trés bien!
Phoenix:
(If the food's good, why aren't there any customers in here?)
Armstrong:
My cuisine is not for all. Some people, z'ey do not appreciate la haute cuisine.
Phoenix:
(I thought everyone liked hot cuisine...)
Armstrong:
Since I 'ave lost Maggey, I do not 'ave enough 'ands.
Phoenix:
So, you're running this place on your own now?
Armstrong:
Oui. For la moment. No one 'as answered my advertisement. Oh, poor moi!
Phoenix:
(... Please don't eyeball me while you say that.)
Armstrong:
I am la chef. I am la manager. I am also a trained aromatherapist.
Maya:
A roaming what?
Armstrong:
A practitioner d'aromatherapy. La art of soothing la soul wiz z'e delicate floral aromas.
Phoenix:
(Delicate? The smell coming from that bottle earlier was anything but...)
What happened
Phoenix:
So, could you tell me what you know about the incident?
Armstrong:
Bien. It makes me sad to remember it, yet I remember it so well. More z'an a month 'as passed since it 'appened.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I guess it's been about a month since Maggey's sentencing...)
Armstrong:
So. It was z'e third of last month. Just after one in z'e afternoon. A man who was in 'ere for a coffee suddenly became ill.
Phoenix:
Because of the poison in his coffee?
Armstrong:
Z'at is la truth as I know it. It was Maggey who took 'is drink to 'im. I was in la kitchen. I 'eard z'e sound of someone collapsing. When I came out to see what it was, 'e was already slumped in 'is chair.
Maya:
He was dead?
Armstrong:
Mon dieu! Oui! 'E was dead! Maggey 'ad passed out also.
Phoenix:
And this man who died... Was he alone?
Armstrong:
Oui, monsieur. All alone. I know z'at Maggey said z'ere was someone else, but...
Maya:
I see...
Armstrong:
La police, z'ey asked me many times. "Are you sure z'ere was no one else at z'e table?" z'ey asked. But I am not z'e only one. La old man said z'e same thing.
Phoenix:
Old man? What old man?
Old man (appears after "What happened")
Phoenix:
Um... So who is the old man that you mentioned?
Armstrong:
At z'e time of la murder, z'ere was another customer in 'ere.
Maya:
What!? Someone else saw it?
Armstrong:
Mais, oui! As usual, 'e came alone z'at day. At z'e time of la murder, 'e was 'ere. 'E saw it, too. But 'e said z'e same thing, z'at z'ere was no one else at la victim's table.
Maya:
But Maggey swears there were two people!
Armstrong:
Mais, mademoiselle. La lawyer, 'e could not prove z'is, non?
Phoenix:
About the lawyer. That was me, I suppose?
Armstrong:
Mais, bien sûr!
Phoenix:
... Wow! He's the first person who's said it wasn't me.
Maya:
Don't kid yourself, Nick! Hmph. Now who's the one making stuff up!?
Maggey's motive (appears after presenting Maggey Byrde profile)
Phoenix:
When Maggey took the coffee over to the victim... ...did anything happen?
Armstrong:
Ou... Oui. I-I suppose you could say so.
Phoenix:
So what happened?
Armstrong:
Non. It was, er... It was nothing.
Maya:
Look, Maggey says she didn't even know the guy! But she's still been indicted for murder! The prosecution must have come up with some kind of motive!
Armstrong:
Oui. It is true.
Phoenix:
If there was anything at all between Maggey and the victim, it could be relevant.
Maya:
So please! Tell us anything you know.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(A Psyche-Lock!?)
Maya:
No way! What are we going to do, Nick?
Phoenix:
We'll just have to remov... WHAT THE!?
Maya:
Wh-What's wrong?
Phoenix:
The Magatama... It's gone!
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
I had it in my pocket, but... It has vanished into thin air!
Maya:
WHAT!?
Phoenix:
(But I could see the Psyche-Lock. Maybe that means the Magatama's nearby...?)
Maggey's motive (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Maggey wouldn't just have put poison in the coffee of some guy she didn't even know. If she's really guilty, there must have been something between her and the victim.
3 PSYCHE LOCKS
Armstrong:
N-Non. It was nothing. I am sure. Qué será, será. Perhaps Maggey 'ad another reason.
Phoenix:
(What's Maggey's motive got to do with this chef? Why is he hiding things from me? And another thing... Where did I drop the Magatama? The fact that I can see the lock must mean it's nearby.)
Maya:
I only loaned it to you, you know. So you better find it, Nick! OK?
Phoenix:
(...And here I thought it was mine to keep!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Armstrong:
Please, monsieur. Z'ere is no need to show me z'at. You are Mon. Phoenix Wright, z'e worst defense lawyer in town.
Phoenix:
(I think I can imagine how he formed this completely wrong impression of me...) Um, the last time we met, did I show you this badge?
Armstrong:
Oui. You flashed it to everyone in la restaurant!
Maya:
Looks like Xin Eohp is a bigger fan of flashing stuff than you are, Nick!
Magazine Clipping
Armstrong:
I am not a lawyer myself. I do not wish to speak out of turn. But your defense in court z'at day was a little, how you say, "lacking", per'aps?
Phoenix:
*sigh*
Armstrong:
Even a Frenchman who cannot speak any English could 'ave done a better job! You were very cool, though. Oh, oui, oui! So 'andsome.
Maya:
Wow, I wonder just how bad the defense could've been...
Armstrong:
Every time you opened your mouth, z'e 'ole courthouse stirred.
Phoenix:
(Oh, man. That is something I don't want to imagine...)
Sports Paper
Phoenix:
We found this sports paper in the magazine rack here.
Armstrong:
One of my customers must 'ave left it behind.
Maya:
Do you have any idea which customer it was?
Armstrong:
Z'e only ideas I 'ave, mademoiselle, I save for my kitchen!
Maya Fey profile
Armstrong:
Oh là, là! You 'ave such a pretty smile, my petite chulip!
Maya:
Who, me?
Armstrong:
Oui. La smile is the most important thing for us girls, n'est-ce pas?
Maya:
Um... Sure!
Armstrong:
If you want a job 'ere, it is yours, precious!
Mia Fey profile
Armstrong:
Mon dieu! What beauty!
Maya:
That's my sister!
Armstrong:
Ah, oui? Another delight! But you 'ave a certain je ne sais quois z'at I do not sense from your sister.
Maya:
I do?
Armstrong:
So throw your head 'ead 'igh! Thrust out your feminine features! Do not lose 'eart, ma fille! You are a woman! A woman extraordinaire!
Maya:
Do I look like I need cheering up or something?
Maggey Byrde profile
Armstrong:
Maggey was a policewoman once, n'est-ce pas?
Phoenix:
Yes. But she had to quit for, um, reasons beyond her control.
Armstrong:
Oui, oui. She was la suspect in la murder investigation, non?
Maya:
Oh... You know about that?
Armstrong:
Z'at is why I gave to 'er la perfume for la 'appiness.
Phoenix:
Happiness perfume?
Armstrong:
Oui. Blended from bergamot, like I 'ave given to you before.
Phoenix:
But she's been arrested again. And found guilty this time.
Armstrong:
Z'is is true. 'Er natural aroma of un'appiness must 'ave been very strong.
Phoenix:
(Just admit it! Your perfume doesn't work!)
Armstrong:
I am not surprised she was la prime suspect. After something like z'at took place before my very eyes.
Maya:
Something like what?
Phoenix:
(What's this guy talking about!?)
Maya:
Does this mean... Maggey did have a motive?
Phoenix:
We've got to ask this guy for more info, stat!
Jean Armstrong profile
Armstrong:
It is 'ard to imagine, I know, but I was an apprentice for five years in la gay Paris.
Maya:
Wow! In Paris!?
Armstrong:
It was something la chef z'ere said to me z'at made me decide to open my own restaurant.
Phoenix:
What was it?
Armstrong:
Z'at awful man said to me, "You must train for another ten years!" Oh! It was such a shock! So unexpected! But you would 'ave to be a fool to do z'is, non?
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um, about this...
Armstrong:
Félicitations! Mais... qu'est-ce que c'est?
Phoenix:
Ack! Um... Je... Je no comprehend...
Maya:
Nick! Don't just make something up!
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
Um, Mr. Armstrong... Could I just confirm something with you again? The table where the victim was sitting... Was anyone else sitting there?
Armstrong:
... Z'at is a question you will 'ave to ask 'im yourselves.
Maya:
Huh? "'Im"?
Armstrong:
La old man spends all of 'is time dans la parc.
Phoenix:
La p-parc? Oh, a park? What park's that?
Armstrong:
Behind la restaurant. It is called, "Vitamin Square".
Maya:
Thank you!
Armstrong:
Je vous en prie, my dear!
Maya:
Let's go check out this Vitamin Square right now, Nick!
January 6Vitamin Square
Maya:
So this is Vitamin Square.
Phoenix:
Yeah. I see where they get the name from now. The fruits scream "VITAMINS!" at you.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! That's the guy, right? Isn't that the old man Mr. Armstrong was talking about?
Phoenix:
That grouchy-looking grandpa?
Maya:
He's throwing seeds out for the pigeons.
Phoenix:
Maya, he's not throwing seeds for them, he's throwing seeds AT them!
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
(Ugh... My grumpiness-threat level has just been raised to red...)
Examine
Sandbox
Maya:
I used to love sandboxes like you wouldn't believe!
Phoenix:
Really? You?
Maya:
Sure. Finding iron filings in the sand with a magnet was my favorite thing to do.
Phoenix:
Iron filings? Wow... That's too exciting for words.
Maya:
It was my ambition to collect every single shred of iron in the sandbox. I was such a kid back then!
Phoenix:
So, did you manage to get all the iron?
Maya:
No, I never did. I think I came close, though. Come to think of it, I still have all the iron filings I found way back when. You want them?
Phoenix:
No.
Fruits
Maya:
This place is so fruity!
Phoenix:
That's not a bad thing. Besides, I love apples. They're among my favorites.
Maya:
Then that apple slide is perfect for you!
Phoenix:
... And what is so "perfect" about it?
Maya:
Oh come on. Don't be a stick in the mud! Slide down it a few times. Go on! Woo!
Phoenix:
No way! I'd get covered in sand if I slid down that slide. Anyone can see that.
Maya:
Yeah, you're right. Otherwise, I'd give it a try, too.
Pigeons
Maya:
Hey, look. Pigeons!
Phoenix:
Yeah. And heaps of them, too.
Maya:
Did you know that pigeons are a symbol of peace?
Phoenix:
That's a dove, not a pigeon.
Maya:
... Poor things. Just because they're gray means they can't be symbols of peace and harmony?
Phoenix:
You're over-thinking this one by just a smidge, Maya.
Orange
Maya:
Ooh, there's a magazine here.
Phoenix:
It's a magazine full of job listings.
Old Man:
You disgusting rogue, picking up something someone else threw away!
Phoenix:
"Threw away"? Did you throw this away? Are you looking for a job?
Old Man:
Kah! That's none of your business!
Phoenix:
Sorry! I guess I'll take the magazine with me then.
Old Man:
I don't want anyone else having it! Give it back!
Phoenix:
(Too bad. Now that you want it so bad, I don't want to give it up!)
Job Listings added to the Court Record.
Old Man:
Hey! That's mine!
Orange (subsequent times)
Maya:
Looking at this orange reminds me...
Phoenix:
Of what?
Maya:
That you're supposed to eat a lot of them to ward off colds in the winter. You can't have fun during the holidays if you're sick in bed, you know.
Phoenix:
You don't have to tell me twice.
Talk
What you saw
Phoenix:
Um... Excuse me.
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
Would you mind if I had a word with you?
Old Man:
Yes!
Phoenix:
I just want to ask you a couple of questions...
Old Man:
What's the matter with you!? Can't you see I'm busy? So you don't like my seeds, eh, pigeons!?
Phoenix:
(He's really chucking those seeds at them! That's got to hurt!)
Old Man:
Go on! Eat this!
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
Maggey Byrde
Phoenix:
Excuse me, sir. Can I ask you about Maggey Byrde?
Old Man:
I don't know any Maggey Byrde!
Maya:
Yes, you do. Maggey. The waitress at Trés Bien.
Old Man:
Kah! It's a disgrace, I tell you. An utter disgrace!
Maya:
A disgrace?
Old Man:
An innocent young girl revealing herself like that!
Phoenix:
Revealing!? You mean her uniform?
Old Man:
The youth of today! They don't have any shame! No shame, I tell you! Not one ounce! Whatever happened to the old bushido values of Japan, like honor and modesty?
Maya:
What about me? I'm not wearing anything revealing.
Old Man:
You!? Your problem is you lack any sense of grace!
Maya:
Talk about hitting a girl where it hurts...
Trés Bien
Phoenix:
Do you go to Trés Bien a lot?
Old Man:
Hmph! That miserable excuse for a restaurant? That garbage they serve in there's not food. Where's the sushi? The tempura? The rice!?
Phoenix:
Trés Bien is a French restaurant, sir...
Old Man:
Where do you think we are, boy? In Paris!? I want real food, not those snooty snacks! And what about those shameless girls!?
Phoenix:
You mean the waitresses?
Old Man:
You can see all the way up to their... their... Yes! The waitresses! They're practically naked! It's a disgrace, isn't it? Well, isn't it!?
Phoenix:
Listen, it's not my restaurant.
Old Man:
Kah! It's a miserable excuse for a restaurant, that place! Miserable!
Phoenix:
(He certainly knows the place. He must be a regular! But if he hates it so much, why does he keep going?)
Trés Bien regular (appears after "Trés Bien")
Maya:
Are you a regular at that restaurant, sir?
Old Man:
...
Maya:
It's just, if you dislike it so much, why would you keep going there?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
Sir?
Old Man:
There you are, you filthy pigeons! You want food? Ha-ha! Take that!
Maya:
He must be hiding something, right?
Phoenix:
If he is, I should be able to see a Psyche-Lock... Oh, wait... I don't exactly have the Magatama right now, huh...
Maya:
Remember, Nick. That Magatama is only on loan. You better find it or else!
Phoenix:
(If Pearls ever gets wind of this, I'm going to be in a world of pain...)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, excuse me, sir. Could I just ask you about this...
Old Man:
... Hmm, ha-hmm, hmm...
Phoenix:
Sir?
Old Man:
Here you go, boy! How does some pigeon feed sound to you!?
Phoenix:
(This wasn't exactly what I was hoping to get out of this guy...)
Detention Center
Present
Job Listings
Maya:
Um, Maggey...
Byrde:
Oh, are you looking for some part-time work, Maya? Why don't you take a job at the restaurant? I bet Mr. Armstrong would hire you.
Maya:
Really? Me?
Byrde:
It's pretty cool being a waitress, you know. And in the kitchen, you'll get to see all of the chef's greatest secrets!
Maya:
What secrets...?
Byrde:
You can't make it obvious, but just spy on him for a bit. You'll see. It's interesting.
Maya:
Wow! I can't wait to get my apron on now!
Phoenix:
Yeah, he has a pretty intense aroma, too.
Maya:
So did Mr. Armstrong really not see the killer...?
Byrde:
Apparently not. Well, he's in the kitchen all the time, so I guess it's possible that he didn't.
Jean Armstrong profile
Byrde:
Oh, so you met the owner, Mr. Armstrong!
Phoenix:
He's, um... Oh, how can I put this... pretty unique, huh?
Byrde:
He has a really intense aura. As a chef and as a person.
Phoenix:
Yeah, he has a pretty intense aroma, too.
Maya:
So did Mr. Armstrong really not see the killer...?
Byrde:
Apparently not. Well, he's in the kitchen all the time, so I guess it's possible that he didn't.
Trés Bien
Examine
Cash register
Phoenix:
It's really tight behind the cash register counter. Can Mr. Armstrong even get in there? And if he got in... could he get out again?
Trinkets
Phoenix:
There's a bunch of little trinkets on a shelf by the door. I bet Mr. Armstrong collected all of these personally.
Magazine rack
Phoenix:
It's a rack full of fashion magazines. And they're all in French. Ugh. All the clothes in these are absolutely atrocious! ...Some of them have been circled in red. ... I really hope Mr. Armstrong is not thinking of buying those.
Table
Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong must be a pretty big neat-freak. He already has this table ready to go. Now if only the food in this place was edible...
Windows
Phoenix:
It looks pretty cold out there on the streets. Peaceful, though. It's nice that people can take it easy after the holiday rush.
Crime scene
Phoenix:
This must be the table where the poisoning occurred. The stain tells the story well. The whole area is still cordoned off with police tape. I guess it must still be under investigation.
Present
Job Listings
Armstrong:
Mademoiselle!
Maya:
Y-Yes?
Armstrong:
Are you looking for la job?
Maya:
What!? N-No, no. I was just...
Armstrong:
Let me see. Your style is un peu différent, but you 'ave a good face.
Maya:
...Different?
Armstrong:
Félicitations! You 'ave passed! I will 'ire you! Bien! Come wiz me. I will teach you everyz'ing I know!
Maya:
N-Nick! HEEEEEELP!
Phoenix:
(I don't know whether to laugh or feel bad for Maya... Maybe I should do both...?)
Vitamin Square
Examine
Sandbox
Phoenix:
When I think back to when I was young... ...I wonder what I found so great about playing in a sandbox. Maybe I'll come back here in the middle of the night one of these days to relive it. ... On second thought, being arrested by Gumshoe would be too embarrassing to bear.
Fruits
Phoenix:
You don't see many parks like this anymore. What a great place for kids to play. But that old man's the only one here, chucking his seeds at the pigeons.
Pigeons
Phoenix:
The pigeons are so busy pecking at the seeds, they don't notice anything else. Seeing those birds eat with such intense focus... ...reminds me of Maya when she's scarfing down a burger.
Orange
Phoenix:
This is where I found that job listings magazine before. A guy like me carrying around a magazine like that kind of gives the wrong impression. I guess I better give it back to that old man once this investigation's over.
Talk
Maggey Byrde
Phoenix:
Excuse me, sir. Can I ask you about Maggey Byrde?
Old Man:
I don't know any Maggey Byrde!
Phoenix:
Yes, you do. You know, the waitress at Trés Bien.
Old Man:
Hmph! If you ask me It's a disgrace! Th-That's what it is! An innocent young girl revealing herself like that!
Phoenix:
So, you didn't like that kind of thing, then?
Old Man:
... Wh-What are you trying to say about me, boy!? Explain yourself!
Phoenix:
Um, nothing! I'm not saying anything about you...
Old Man:
I know your kind! You young ones with your spiky hair and your fancy suits! That heads of yours is over-flowing with filthy ideas!
Phoenix:
(...I know someone who needs to learn some stress management.)
Old Man:
Get out of here, you young brat!
Trés Bien regular
Phoenix:
So, you are a regular at that restaurant, right, sir?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
You're always complaining about the place, so why do you go there?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
Sir?
Old Man:
There you are, you filthy pigeons! You want food? Ha-ha! Take that!
Phoenix:
(Something's not right about this guy... But If he's hiding something, I should be able to see a Psyche-Lock.) Oh, wait... (I don't exactly have the Magatama right now, huh... I need to find it before I can get anywhere with this old man.)
After presenting Job Listings in  Trés Bien:
January 6
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
Looks like they have Maggey in questioning. I guess I've asked her pretty much everything... I'll come back if there's anything else I need to ask her later.
Examine
Guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. There's nothing for him to do right now, so he's catching some vertical z's.
January 6Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Poor Maya. It looks like Mr. Armstrong's really taken a shine to her. I suppose I'll just have to let her work at the restaurant for a while. I'll go pick her up from Trés Bien once things have cooled off.
January 6
Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Gumshoe:
Well, pal!? Have you found the evidence yet!? The one that's gonna find her innocent!?
Phoenix:
Um, no. Not yet. We've only just started our investigation.
Gumshoe:
Well, whatever you need to know, I'll give you the dirt on it. I'm putting off all my other cases for now, pal!
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe's really fired up about this...)
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah! One more thing! The retrial's been approved. Court's sitting at 10 AM tomorrow. And Godot's gonna be the prosecutor...
Phoenix:
(Oh. ... Him.)
Gumshoe:
Now, listen up, pal! If Maggey's found guilty again...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes...?
Gumshoe:
Um... I'll... I'll make sure you get locked up good for it, got it!?
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Hitting the gas is like hitting the fast-forward button on your life." No. That's too obscure. You don't really get the "you'll die before your time" idea. I need something more direct. Something a bit more light-hearted. Something like, "Hitting the gas is your passport to paradise!"
Phoenix:
... He must be coming up with slogans for a safety campaign. ...I guess?
Badgers
Phoenix:
No matter what, whenever I come here, that mascot's there to greet me.
Chief:
You got that right. That's the "Blue Badger". It was my idea! I made it! And now, it's the national symbol of the police force!
Phoenix:
So what's with the pink one? It's new, right?
Chief:
Yup. Meet the "Pink Badger".
Phoenix:
So one's called "Blue", and the other's called "Pink", but they're both called "Badger"?
Chief:
You got it! They're married.
Phoenix:
(So should I expect to see Baby Badger next time I'm here...?)
Talk
Maggey Byrde
Phoenix:
So the guilty party was Maggey Byrde, huh?
Gumshoe:
Yeah...
Phoenix:
Back when she was on the police force... ...you were her mentor when she was a rookie, right?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I kept a close eye on her. I-I mean, not too close. You know.
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
...... ......... Hey, what's with the funny looks, pal? I was with her... It wasn't anything like... Look! Sure, I was her boss when she was doing her training. But that was it. Nothing happened.
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe sure is sweating up a storm over nothing... ...Ah, so that's it! Our big ol' Gumshoe has a little ol' crush on Maggey!)
Gumshoe:
I... I don't like her or anything! I... I was... Aaaargh!
Phoenix:
(Note to self: Gossip with Maya about this later!)
Gumshoe:
Look, pal! Don't tell anyone, OK!? You've gotta keep it a secret, got it!?
Phoenix:
S-Sure... And would you mind not guessing what I'm thinking all the time?
Gumshoe:
Hey, tell your face, pal, not me. You'd have to be blind not to see what's on your mind.
The victim
Phoenix:
So I was wondering... Could you fill me in on the victim?
Gumshoe:
Glen Elg, he was a computer programmer.
Phoenix:
I see. A programmer...
Gumshoe:
He was just a regular Joe working for a small-time computer firm. Maggey never had any contact with the guy before that day. ...And all she did was take him his coffee on the day of the murder, pal.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, Maggey also claimed to have never seen the guy before...) Did the victim go to the restaurant often?
Gumshoe:
Not according to the chef. Said it was the first time he'd seen the guy.
Phoenix:
(A programmer... and a first-time customer...) What possible reason could Maggey have had to kill a guy like that?
Gumshoe:
That's what I thought. But a motive was still somehow established in her trial.
Phoenix:
You're kidding! What was her supposed "motive"?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal. I'm real busy. I haven't even got enough time to sift through these papers. Look into it yourself, OK?
Phoenix:
(What could this motive have been...)
The investigation
Gumshoe:
This isn't really a proper investigation. I'm kind of working on it by myself.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, that's right...
Gumshoe:
The judge already ruled on the case, and all the evidence is in already. The only problem is with Maggey's testimony.
Phoenix:
Yeah... Doesn't sound very good for us, huh?
Gumshoe:
Look, pal. I've got a mountain of papers on this case to look over before tomorrow. So I'm just gonna say this... Maggey Byrde's no liar. She's... She's... OK, so she's a bit out there, and a bit off base sometimes. But she was a good cop.
Phoenix:
(That's not exactly complimentary, you know!) So what do you think really happened? And just how contradictory is her testimony?
Contradictions (appears after "The investigation")
Gumshoe:
The biggest problem with Maggey's testimony is the number of people at the table.
Phoenix:
Yeah. My thoughts exactly. Maggey still insists there was another guy sitting with the victim.
Gumshoe:
Right. But get this... Everyone else in the place says the guy was alone. Even the chef. And then there's that CD...
Phoenix:
(CD? Oh, yeah. She did mention something about a CD...)
Byrde:
And there was a sample CD on the table, sir.
Gumshoe:
But our guys turned that place upside down. There was no CD.
Phoenix:
What?
Gumshoe:
Not on the table. Not anywhere in the whole restaurant, pal.
Phoenix:
But didn't Maggey say the victim was wearing an earpiece, too?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but that was for the portable radio in the front pocket of his hoodie.
Phoenix:
A radio? He didn't have a CD player?
Gumshoe:
You got it. Your phony never explained that contradiction at all.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it... The owner of Trés Bien didn't mention that CD either. I don't know why, but I get the feeling Mr. Armstrong's got something to hide...)
The charming chef (appears after presenting Jean Armstrong profile)
Phoenix:
So what exactly is it that caught your attention about the chef at Trés Bien?
Gumshoe:
It's, um... kind of hard to say... The guy's probably not even connected to the case anyway...
Phoenix:
Hey, come on, Detective. Didn't you say you'd give me the dirt on anything?
Gumshoe:
Well, this sort of stuff is kinda... unimportant, gossipy stiff, you know pal? Look, how about this? You go to Trés Bien and investigate the place yourself. And if you find out anything suspicious about the guy... you report back to me, OK?
Phoenix:
Um... Don't suppose I get a choice in this, huh? (Guess I better find out more about the chef and Trés Bien; then report back to Gumshoe.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Gumshoe:
Is that thing real, pal?
Phoenix:
Why does everybody keep asking me that?
Gumshoe:
I wonder what this phony of yours is like...
Phoenix:
He had Maggey found guilty of murder. Doesn't that tell you? (I've got to track this creep down!)
Magazine Clipping
Gumshoe:
I wasn't at the trial myself. But I asked this one detective I know how your defense was.
Phoenix:
And what did he say?
Gumshoe:
He started off by saying, "I'm at a complete loss for words..." But he must have found some quick because he went on about how bad you were for an hour.
Phoenix:
But...
Gumshoe:
He said you sucked so much, it seemed like you were trying to get Maggey found guilty!
Phoenix:
(It looked like I was "trying to get Maggey found guilty"...?)
Sports Paper
Gumshoe:
What's that? A sports paper?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I found it in the magazine rack at Trés Bien.
Gumshoe:
It's dated the same day as the murder. You may be onto something here.
Phoenix:
And take a look at this. See this writing here?
Gumshoe:
"MC Bomber"... Hey!
Phoenix:
What is it?
Gumshoe:
I've heard that name somewhere before. Yeah, "MC Bomber"...
Phoenix:
(Wow, he actually seems to be thinking for once!)
Gumshoe:
Ack, it's no good. I can't remember...
Phoenix:
(...And he goes back to being the Gumshoe we all know and love.)
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal. I'm gonna borrow this paper for a bit, OK? I wanna get a handwriting analysis done on this scribble.
Phoenix:
(Handwriting, huh? It'd be good to know more about that, in any case...)
Gumshoe:
Thanks, pal! I bet this'll turn out to be interesting clue!
Sports Paper given to Detective Gumshoe.
Maya Fey Profile
Gumshoe:
Hey! So how come she's not with you today?
Phoenix:
She's working down at the restaurant right now.
Gumshoe:
Working, huh? Yeah, it's tough being broke. I would know.
Phoenix:
Um... Ok...?
Gumshoe:
Next time I see her, I'll show her how to make the world's best instant noodles. We low earners have to stick together! It's the only way!
Phoenix:
(Um... Why is he shaking my hand with such enthusiasm...?)
Mia Fey profile
Gumshoe:
She cross-examined me once, you know.
Phoenix:
What? Mia did?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. That was us. The big guns locking horns. Witness versus lawyer! It was a battle of cunning tactics and tricks.
Phoenix:
(But the witness isn't supposed to play any tricks...)
Gumshoe:
I can't believe she's gone...
Godot profile
Gumshoe:
That's the guy who's gonna be the prosecutor in Maggey's retrial tomorrow.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, really?
Gumshoe:
He was working on a bunch of more important cases at the moment... ...but he canceled them all just so he could take you on, pal.
Phoenix:
(Why's that guy so determined to see me fail?)
Gumshoe:
You sure attract a lot of attention, huh? Too bad it's all the wrong kind.
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
I'm such a loser. I had high hopes for Maggey. I was gonna make her the best detective there ever was. But then all the sudden she was charged with murder and arrested. I never saw it coming. I never imagined they'd find her guilty. I hate myself for not being able to do anything.
Phoenix:
It's OK, Detective Gumshoe. We still have a chance to make this right.
Gumshoe:
... You know what? You're not such a bad guy after all, pal.
Maggey Byrde profile
Phoenix:
Have you gone to see Maggey?
Gumshoe:
Of course I have! But I... I wasn't much good at consoling her. I'm... I'm not very good with words.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I guess I must've looked a bit down. Maggey was really supportive of me. It was great to have someone to talk to.
Phoenix:
(Did he go for her, or for himself...?)
Jean Armstrong profile
Gumshoe:
The chef of Trés Bien, huh? You know what that chef said to me? "Oh là là! Your body is full of la toxins." And then he gave me this bottle.
Phoenix:
What's in it?
Gumshoe:
I don't know. The label says, "Juniper". I'm under orders to put a few drops of it in my bath every day.
Phoenix:
Under orders?
Old Man:
Yeah. You know, there's something about the lady... I mean, guy.
Phoenix:
Huh!? You can't stop thinking about him!?
Gumshoe:
Not like that, pal! Gimme a break! He's not my type. I mean, I can't stop thinking that he's involved with this case somehow!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like he knows a little something about our charming chef.)
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you make of this...?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal. All I can think about is Maggey at the moment. ... ...... N-No! I didn't mean it like that! I meant...
Phoenix:
(You don't have to explain... Really...)
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Sports Paper at Police Station - Criminal Affairs Dept.:
January 6Trés Bien
Phoenix:
The scent of flours sure is strong. It's almost making me dizzy... Oh, um... Hello. (Who was that just now? A customer? She had sort of a dark aura about her...)
???:
Ah! Welcome! Bee avenue!
Phoenix:
(Wow. What a cute voice.)
Maya:
Oh, it's just you, Nick.
Phoenix:
M-Maya!
Maya:
Well? How do I look?
Phoenix:
... Maybe you should quit being a spirit medium...
Maya:
Maybe. But it's kind of boring being a waitress. I mean, you're my first ever customer.
Phoenix:
(Then who was that woman I just saw?)
Maya:
Oh, oh! Since you're here, you might as well have something to eat!
Phoenix:
... I am kind of hungry, actually.
Talk
Waitress
Phoenix:
So, how do you like your new job, Maya?
Maya:
I never knew there was so much for a waitress to do! Take people's orders, bringing them their food, make coffee, work the cash register... Of course, we need a customer before I can do any of that.
Phoenix:
Yeah, it's a nice-looking restaurant. It's a shame more people don't come.
Maya:
Don't forget about the ultra cute waitress! Check out my "gimme a tip" smile!
Lunch special
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Why don't you order something? The chef's preparing a tasty lunch set at the moment. Or so he says.
Phoenix:
How much is it?
Maya:
It's the Twin-T set. So it's 20 dollars, of course.
Phoenix:
The Twin-T set? I believe I'll be taking a pass. It's kind of expensive.
Maya:
What!? But you can't! Come on, Nick! It's not every day I get to be a waitress! I want to try carrying plates and working the cash register!
Phoenix:
How about cleaning the toilets? That should keep you busy.
Maya:
Yeah, right! Maybe later.
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
Um... About the lunch...
Maya:
Oh! A fine choice, sir.
Phoenix:
No. I, um...
Maya:
KITCHEN! A LUNCH SPECIAL, PLEASE! WITH ALL THE EXTRAS: DRINK, SIDE SALAD, DESSERT, AND GIFT!
Phoenix:
I don't need any of that!
Maya:
Just a moment, please, sir.
Phoenix:
(Maya's really getting into this! So how much is this set lunch, then? 20 dollars, huh? But with the drink, side salad, and dessert, it's... 45 dollars!?) Hey, wait a sec! Maya!
Maya:
Sorry to keep you waiting, sir! Here you are, our deluxe Fortify lunch set!
Phoenix:
Whoa!
Maya:
A dish inspired by lobster and abalone fricassée with balsamic vinaigrette. Bon appétit!
Phoenix:
Um, thanks...?
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Hurry up and try it already!
Phoenix:
(Lobster, huh? Alright... Down the hatch it goes...) ... Urp!
Maya:
Well?
Phoenix:
Are you hungry, Maya?
Maya:
I'm starving!
Phoenix:
Here. It's yours.
Maya:
Really!? ... Urp!
Phoenix:
Remember, Maya. My wallet doesn't print money, so you'd better polish off that plate!
Maya:
... I-I've just remembered! I've got to clean the toilets!
Phoenix:
Hey! (You can't be in that much of a hurry to clean the toilets!)
Trés Bien Lunch Special added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
How does that guy manage to make good food taste so bad?
Maya:
Hey, Nick... You want to take a peek at the kitchen?
Phoenix:
(The kitchen, huh? Not a bad idea.)
Talk
The Kitchen
Phoenix:
Hmm, now what was it that Maggey said again? "In the kitchen, you'll get to see all of the chef's greatest secrets!"
Maya:
In the kitchen? Hmm. That sounds tasty!
Phoenix:
Hey, wait up! Maya!
Maya:
What is it? I'm pretty busy right now.
Phoenix:
Weren't you going to show me around?
Maya:
Tsk. There goes my plan to find some cool clue and show it off in your face...
Phoenix:
(I'd better conduct the search in the kitchen myself!)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
About this...
Maya:
Sorry, Nick! I'm a waitress now. I've got a pile of work waiting for little ol' me.
January 6
Trés BienKitchen
Maya:
And here it is! The famous Trés Bien kitchen! It's my first time in here too, actually.
Phoenix:
... There is a weird atmosphere in here, that's for sure.
Maya:
Mr. Armstrong will be back soon, so we'd better search quickly! Chop, chop!
Examine
Mirror
Maya:
Now THIS is one large mirror! I bet this is where he makes himself look pretty.
Phoenix:
There's a book on the dresser. "Claurice Armstrong's Bedtime Literature".
Maya:
Not exactly Pulitzer Prize material, is it?
Phoenix:
It looks like a collection of poems he's written.
Maya:
Poems? Cool! Read one out! And say it in your best French accent... with intensity! OK?
Phoenix:
OK, um... Here's one. Ahem! It's called, "Printemps". "Zee two of zem, like actors from a film. Zee coffee still undrunk. Sweet nothings over too soon, on zat sad Sunday morning. Zee foolish cocktail so delicious. Take zee last sip of your tea and I know what I will do. I must lie to you. I must."
Maya:
Huh? That's it!?
Phoenix:
Yup. That's a poem for you.
Oils
Phoenix:
What's this? It looks like a treasure chest or something.
Maya:
Wow! Look at all these little bottles!
Phoenix:
Oh! They're aromatherapy oils! He's got so many, they're overflowing onto the floor...
Maya:
Let's see... 1, 2, 3... ...98, 99, 100! They're all the same, too. Hey, wait a minute...
Phoenix:
What is it?
Maya:
There's one bottle that's different from all the others.
Phoenix:
Well what do you know. And it doesn't have a label either.
Maya:
And... *sniff* It doesn't smell.
Phoenix:
(So what's that liquid inside then, I wonder?)
Maya:
Hey, Nick, we should borrow this. I mean, look how many bottles he's got. He won't miss one, will he?
Small Bottle added to the Court Record.
Oils (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
What's this? It looks like a treasure chest or something.
Maya:
Wow! Look at all these little bottles!
Phoenix:
Oh! They're aromatherapy oils! He's got so many, they're overflowing onto the floor...
Maya:
Let's see... 1, 2, 3... ...98, 99, 100! They're all the same, too.
Lace curtains
Phoenix:
What are these lace curtains for?
Maya:
I don't know. But they give the place a real homey feel, don't they? Hmm... Lace curtains... You know, if I was a cooking pot, I'd be perfectly happy to sit on a shelf under those.
Phoenix:
(How do you respond to something like that!?)
Table
Maya:
Now I know for sure I'm in a French restaurant. I've never heard of most of these seasonings. Hey, Nick! This container has... oyster sauce? What's that?
Phoenix:
(Isn't that used in Chinese food...?) Ack! Look! Right there on the counter!
Maya:
My Magatama! What's it doing here!?
Phoenix:
(What indeed...)
Magatama put into pocket.
Table (subsequent times)
Maya:
Now I know for sure I'm in a French restaurant. I've never heard of most of these seasonings. Hey, Nick! This container has... oyster sauce? What's that?
Phoenix:
(Isn't that used in Chinese food...?)
Maya:
And look at these knives. They look really sharp!
Phoenix:
I'd like to see how one of those slices through a cheesecake.
Maya:
A cheesecake? You don't exactly need a sharp knife for one of those, Nick.
Stove
Maya:
Mmm. That smells good. Something's bubbling away nicely in that pot. It must be the lobster and abalone fricassée with balsamic vinaigrette.
Phoenix:
Isn't that what I just ate for lunch?
Maya:
Maybe... What you ate is the only French dish I know the name of.
After examining oils at Trés Bien - Kitchen:
January 6
Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're just in time!
Phoenix:
What is it, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
The lab got back to me about that newspaper you gave me.
Phoenix:
(He must mean this sports paper with the memo scribbled on it...) So? What did they say? Did the analysis turn up anything?
Gumshoe:
They said the doodle was written by the victim, Glen Elg. No doubt about it.
Phoenix:
(I expected as much...)
Gumshoe:
The victim took the paper with him to the restaurant on the day of the murder. That's our best interpretation of the facts at the moment.
Sports Paper refiled into the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
"MC Bomber"... I get the feeling I've heard that name somewhere before... Oh, well. I guess it'll come back to me. Don't forget to report back to me with whatever you find in the restaurant, OK, pal?
Phoenix:
(Since when did I start taking orders from Gumshoe...? Although... I get the feeling there's something I need to show him...)
Gumshoe:
Um... I'll... I'll make sure you get locked up good for it, got it!?
Examine
Detective Chief
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
WHAT!? Poisoned coffee waitress gets a retrial!? I knew it! I knew there was something funny about the taste of this coffee! OK! Who brought me this coffee today? Hands up!
Phoenix:
(Yeesh! Have a little faith in your subordinates!)
Detective:
Quit surfing the net, Chief!
Chief:
S-Sorry... I was just, um...
Phoenix:
(Things feel pretty tense in here...)
Talk
Armstrong's secret (appears after presenting Small Bottle)
Phoenix:
So what's Mr. Armstrong's secret?
Gumshoe:
You ever had lunch at Trés Bien, pal?
Phoenix:
Um... Yes...
Gumshoe:
So, how was it?
Phoenix:
To put it nicely... it was inedible.
Gumshoe:
Hey, don't worry about being nice around me, pal. You and I both know the reason that place is so empty is because of the food. I mean, the place is clean, and he's got a girl like Maggey as a waitress, so...
Phoenix:
Yeah... I guess it's probably the food.
Gumshoe:
The real scoop on the guy is he's up to his ears in debt.
Phoenix:
Really? How much does he owe?
Gumshoe:
This is a copy of his loan contract. He's about half a million in the red.
Phoenix:
H-Half a million? Are we talking dollars?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Hey, if it was Sterling, he'd really be in trouble!
Phoenix:
Sorry. That figure just took me by surprise.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, this case is full of surprises. And I'd be willing to bet that chef's got something to do with most of them. That's my hunch.
Jean's Loan Contract added to the Court Record.
Present
Sports Paper
Gumshoe:
So according to the boys down at the lab, the doodles were probably made by the victim.
Phoenix:
Probably?
Gumshoe:
Analyzing this kind of writing is difficult since it's done with a fiber-tipped pen. But don't worry! I'll vouch for it.
Phoenix:
(Why would Gumshoe have to vouch for it? Can't it stand on its own?)
Small Bottle
Gumshoe:
You got one of those aroma bottles too, huh?
Phoenix:
Only this one doesn't smell.
Gumshoe:
Huh? I don't get you...
Phoenix:
This was mixed in with all the other aromatherapy bottles, but it's not the same. It doesn't even look the same, wouldn't you agree?
Gumshoe:
A cologne bottle that doesn't smell, huh? Smells like a skunk to me, pal! Mind letting me borrow that bottle for a while? I wanna send it to the lab for analysis.
Phoenix:
(The victim was poisoned, so the contents of this bottle are pretty important...)
Small Bottle given to Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
I had a lunch there was something funny about that chef.
Phoenix:
You suspect Jean Armstrong?
Gumshoe:
I've got that guy's number. I know what his secret is.
Phoenix:
(That must be the same secret Gumshoe was talking about before.)
Gumshoe:
I guess I'd better fill you in on the details. About this Armstrong guy's secret, I mean...
Jean's Loan Contract
Gumshoe:
It's for half a million dollars, pal! That's... um... half a million dollar bills!
Phoenix:
(What was the "um" in there for!?) Is there really that much money tied up in this case?
Gumshoe:
I can't give you an answer on that, pal. Not without the case file in front of me. But I'll tell you this... That Armstrong guy would've done anything for cash. He was desperate, you know?
Phoenix:
No, I don't. But I think I sort of get the picture.
After examining table at Trés Bien - Kitchen:
January 6
Vitamin Square
Phoenix:
Hmm, the old guy's not here anymore. (Drat. And I still have some unanswered questions for him.)
Examine
Pink Scooter
Leads to:
"A scooter, huh?"
Phoenix:
A scooter, huh? Who'd leave it right in the middle of the park like this? The wheel guard and the light are busted... I guess it must have been in an accident. It's totally wrecked.
???:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar! Hey! Whad'youse think youse doin' wit my bike!?
Phoenix:
N-No! I was just...
???:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaar! Youse been messin' with my new ride? Is that what youse been doin'!?
Phoenix:
N-New ride? Isn't that kind of an old model?
???:
Gwoar! Youse gonna pay for dis!
Phoenix:
It-It wasn't me! I was just passing by.
???:
Ey! Den who'z de one tat covered my saddle in crap!? Huh? Gwoar! Youse gonna pay, you' catch my drift!?
Phoenix:
No! Wait a sec! I'm not a pigeon! So I couldn't have done it!
???:
A wise guy, eh? I atta beat you so hard, it'll feel like youse were smoochin' the express train!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh!)
???:
Youse better watch your back! This ain't over! I'm gonna round up a group of lawyers and den youse gonna pay!
Phoenix:
Um... Actually... I'm a lawyer myself...
???:
Whad'youse say?
Phoenix:
I'm Phoenix Wright, attorney at law.
???:
Gwoaaaaaaaah ha ha ha hah! Ha ha ha ha hah! Phoenix Wright? Youse sayin' YOU' Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
Um, yeah... I am.
???:
So you' a wiseguy too, huh? Cause I'M Phoenix Wright. The one and only!
Phoenix:
WHAT!?
???:
Outta my way! I gotta cruise.
Phoenix:
(H-He's gone...) Surely that guy wasn't my phony... was he...? ... He wasn't anything like me!! (Guess I better make a note of the scooter...)
Scooter added to the Court Record.
???:
Kah! Pathetic!
Phoenix:
Oh, it's you.
Old Man:
A few threats from a little brat like that... ...and you look like a pigeon that's got seeds in its eyes.
Phoenix:
Have you been here the whole time then?
Old Man:
I was in that strawberry. I had some thinking to do.
Phoenix:
(More like you had some cowering to do!)
Talk
Trés Bien regular
Phoenix:
Are you a regular at that restaurant, sir?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
It's just if you dislike it so much, why would you keep going there?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
Sir?
Old Man:
There you are, you filthy pigeons! You want food? Ha-ha! Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(I knew it... This old guy has got something to hide. But what could it be?)
Trés Bien regular (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Why are you a regular at a restaurant that you clearly hate, sir?
Old Man:
Take that, pigeons! See how you like these seeds!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(It's no good. I'm gonna have to break his Psyche-Lock. I just can't figure out what he would be hiding. I mean, I'm only asking him why he goes to a particular restaurant.)
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Trés Bien regular --
Phoenix:
It's time you told me the truth. Why are you a regular at a restaurant that you dislike so much?
Old Man:
Isn't it obvious!? People only have one reason to go to restaurants. To eat!
Phoenix:
To eat? Is that the whole truth?
Old Man:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Phoenix:
I don't think you go to that restaurant for the food at all.
Old Man:
You insolent brat! How dare you accuse me! What proof have you got!?
Phoenix:
I can tell that not you nor anyone else in the world would go to that place for its food.
Present Lunch Special
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The proof is in the pudding. Or in this case, the lunch menu."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well?
Old Man:
Take this!
Phoenix:
Argh!
Old Man:
You're a disgrace! An idiot! A clot! A fool! You're only worthy of this pigeon feed!
Phoenix:
Ow! (Looks like that evidence wasn't it!) L-Listen...
Leads back to:
"I don't think you go to that restaurant for the food at all."
Phoenix:
The proof is in the pudding. Or in this case, the lunch menu.
Old Man:
That's the Twin-T set!
Phoenix:
The food at Trés Bien is terrible. And expensive.
Old Man:
You're wrong. It's cheap.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Old Man:
I'm rich. I inherited money when I was a boy. Yes, I'm stinking rich! I haven't done a jot of work since I was born. Other than feeding the pigeons.
Phoenix:
(What a load of crock!)
Old Man:
The taste's another story, but the price... It's nothing to me.
Phoenix:
So, you're saying that you go there because you've got money to burn?
Old Man:
Exactly! I have so much cash, I go for a swim in my money vault every day!
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, that's a lie.
Old Man:
What!?
Phoenix:
You don't have money to burn. You're flat broke!
Present Job Listings
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is yours, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Old Man:
Disrespectful youth!
Phoenix:
Uh?
Old Man:
Take this! The finest seeds money can buy! Ha-ha!
Phoenix:
Ouuuch! (These seeds really hurt when they land in your eyes!)
Old Man:
I'm rich, I tell you! Never worked in my life! As rich as they come!
Phoenix:
I don't believe you. You're lying to me.
Leads back to:
"What!?"
Phoenix:
This is yours, right?
Old Man:
My magazine!
Phoenix:
Why would a rich retiree be looking for a job?
Old Man:
I-I-I was... Argh! So what!?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Old Man:
So I was looking for a job! I'm buying a lot at the moment. I need spending money.
Phoenix:
Oh?
Old Man:
I don't go to that restaurant for food. I just go for the javaccino.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I think you mean a cappuccino. Anyway, how much does a cappuccino cost there?
Old Man:
Eight dollars.
Phoenix:
(Those had better be some golden beans!)
Old Man:
What's your problem? You think a poor man would be better off drinking dishwater, do you? Is that it!?
Phoenix:
N-No. I wasn't thinking that. I was wondering if the coffee there is really that great... 
Old Man:
No, it's not. But... But anyway! Yes! That place has free newspapers to read every day.
Phoenix:
Newspapers?
Old Man:
Exactly. They don't want me hanging around at home, so I go there.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, sir... But there are no free papers to read at Trés Bien!
Present Sports Paper
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Take a look at this."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well?
Old Man:
You like seeds, do you, boy?
Phoenix:
Sorry?
Old Man:
If you like them so much, then how about them seeds!? Now eat up, boy! You heard me!
Phoenix:
Ow! Oooow! (Well, oww! That was no good... Oww!)
Old Man:
Well, boy? How do you like them seeds, hmm?
Leads back to:
"But anyway! Yes! That place has free newspapers to read every day."
Phoenix:
Take a look at this.
Old Man:
What is it?
Phoenix:
It's a newspaper I found behind the magazine rack at Trés Bien.
Old Man:
So? What of it?
Phoenix:
This was the only paper there. And it's dated more than one month ago!
Old Man:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
Do you see what I'm getting at here? That restaurant doesn't get newspapers. This is just one that a customer happened to leave behind!
Old Man:
Ah... Aaaaaargh!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
Tell me, why are you so determined to hide the truth?
Old Man:
I-I'm not hiding anything!
Phoenix:
(I'm going to have to put this guy out of his misery.) Listen... The real reason why you go so much to Trés Bien is...
Present Maya Fey or Maggey Byrde profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What are you asking me about that girl for?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well?
Old Man:
Ah ha ha! You're wrong, you're wrong!
Phoenix:
Uh-oh. He's gone silly.
Old Man:
You're so stupid! Ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(It's not the food, it's not the coffee, and it's not the newspapers... What else is there?)
Leads back to:
"Tell me, why are you so determined to hide the truth?"
Old Man:
Wh-What are you asking me about that girl for?
Phoenix:
She was the waitress at Trés Bien.
Old Man:
Ah!
Phoenix:
Therefore, the answer to the mystery... ...of why an old man would drink expensive coffee at a terrible restaurant... ...is the waitress!
Old Man:
Argh! B-But I don't recognize that face!
Phoenix:
And you are probably telling the truth here. Because you weren't looking at the girl's face... But at her outfit!
Old Man:
*gulp*
Phoenix:
That's the truth, isn't it? You became a regular at the restaurant because of the waitress's uniform! That uniform is all you can think about, isn't it?
Old Man:
Uh... uh... I-I can't take it...
Phoenix:
To you, that waitress was your...
Old Man:
Enough! Please! No more! Stop saying that word! Stop saying, "waitress"! Stop it, stop it, stop it!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
Trés Bien regular (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Phoenix:
Um... Sir...
Old Man:
Yes, it's true! I was there for the young girl. Fine, so I'm a dirty, wicked, sinful old devil!
Phoenix:
No, no... I didn't mean it like that...
Old Man:
I even get one of those lousy cups of javaccino every time. For 8 dollars! All because of the serving girl! Punish me! Lock me up!
Phoenix:
Really, that's not what I'm here for.
Old Man:
You'll be the same! Another 20 years and you'll understand what it's like! You'll know how painful it is to be an old man like me!
Phoenix:
No, really. Listen, sir...
Old Man:
Stop calling me that! I have a name you know, boy! So show some respect, hmm!? I'm Victor Kudo.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... Mr. Kudo.
Kudo:
You young ones think you know it all, don't you? Well, I'm not saying another word! I won't tell you anything more!
Phoenix:
(This guy was in the restaurant at the time of the incident. Which means I have to hear his testimony, one way or another!)
Kudo:
Hmph!
Phoenix:
(I don't believe this... I even broke his Psyche-Lock and everything... I guess I'll have to try to get him when he's in a better mood.)
Any option (after clearing "Trés Bien regular" Talk option)
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo! Please! This is really important.
Kudo:
Hmm, ha-hmm, hmm... Hmm, pi-pi-pigeon, hmm... Kah!
Phoenix:
(Ack. He's really giving me the cold shoulder now. But this guy's an important witness. I can't afford to lose his testimony. There must be a way to soften him up...)
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Present
Victor Kudo profile
Gumshoe:
He looks like one of those grouchy old man types.
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Gumshoe:
It's OK, though. I don't mind guys like that. But, if he's involved with this case somehow, that's a different story.
Phoenix:
Um... sure.
Gumshoe:
Here's a tip for you, pal. If you wanna get information out of a guy like that... ...you're gonna have to find his weakness and try to get under his skin.
Phoenix:
(His weakness? I wonder what that might be...)
Trés Bien
Present
Victor Kudo profile
Maya:
Oh, it's that old man... Is he still feeding the pigeons?
Phoenix:
Yeah. He "fed" me as well. I got a bunch of those seeds in my eyes.
Maya:
Ooh, ouch!
Phoenix:
Hey, Maya. Would you mind coming with me for a while?
Maya:
Huh? Me? Why?
Phoenix:
There's something I really want to ask that old man.
Maya:
Sure, OK. I'll just get changed.
Phoenix:
No, hang on! Can't you... go like that?
Maya:
... I guess...?
Vitamin Square, after presenting Victor Kudo profile at Trés Bien:
Phoenix:
Um, sir...
Kudo:
Hmph! You again? ...
Maya:
?
Kudo:
Hmm... Well, well... I see...
Maya:
Uh, Nick. His eyes are burning into me!
Phoenix:
It's OK. I think it's going pretty well.
Kudo:
... Kah!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Kudo:
You're still just a little child! Run along and play on the slide, alright?
Maya:
P-Play on the slide?
Phoenix:
(Argh! We were so close! Just a little more and he would've spilled...)
Kudo:
Hmm, ha-hmm, hmm... Hmm, pi-pi-pigeon, hmm... Kah!
Phoenix:
(How can we crack this guy?)
???:
Um, excuse me please, sir...
Kudo:
Quiet! Can't you see I'm feeding... the... pige...
Phoenix:
Mia!?
Kudo:
Well...
Mia:
If you don't mind, sir... I'd really love to talk with you.
Kudo:
Yes. Yes, yes. Of course. Certainly. I'm Victor. Victor Kudo.
Phoenix:
(Even from beyond the grave... Wow...)
Talk
What you saw
Mia:
About the incident...
Kudo:
You mean, the man who died after drinking the javaccino?
Phoenix:
(It's like he's a different person...)
Kudo:
It was quite a shock! Even for me. He was a strange-looking boy. The girl took the javaccino over to him, you see.
Mia:
And... was the customer alone?
Kudo:
Definitely! He was the only person at the table. Then he took one sip of his javaccino, and...
Mia:
And?
Kudo:
And he said something like, "Uaaaargh!" and then collapsed. Dead.
Mia:
Oh, how terrifying!
Kudo:
You're so good at listening, aren't you? I'll tell you anything. Whatever you want to know! Hee hee hee.
Phoenix:
(He certainly seems to be telling the truth now. But it looks like Mr. Kudo didn't see this other man, either.)
Trés Bien
Mia:
Do you like the food at Trés Bien?
Kudo:
Well, of course! I'm really quite a sophisticated man. I was a young businessman once, you know. I set up a casino in London!
 
Mia:
Really? How interesting!
Kudo:
Eating the food at that restaurant really takes me back to my days in France.
Mia:
What a lovely story.
Phoenix:
(London's in England, not France!)
Kudo:
Oh, yes! France is wonderful. I'd love to show you around the city some time! It-It's too much! I can't take it! I want... France!
Mia:
Ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(I can't believe Mia's laughing at the guy... *sigh*)
Trés Bien regular
Mia:
You visit Trés Bien a lot, don't you?
Kudo:
Of course! I mean, yes. I'd like to come and see you there. Heh heh heh.
Mia:
Really? Oh, you're so flattering! The owner would be delighted to welcome you, I'm sure.
Kudo:
Be careful of that chef, my dear!
Phoenix:
The chef? You mean Mr. Armstrong?
Kudo:
That's right. The man's an ex-con.
Phoenix:
He... He's an ex-con!?
Armstrong's record (appears after "Trés Bien regular")
Mia:
Whatever did Mr. Armstrong do!?
Kudo:
Oh, no! Those eyes! I can't take this!
Phoenix:
(Mia's really got this guy eating out of her hand...)
Kudo:
He steals things. From his customers.
Phoenix:
From his customers?
Kudo:
Gloves, handkerchiefs... Little things, mainly. He's a pilferer! So you be careful around him, my dear.
Mia:
Are you sure about this?
Kudo:
Of course! He was arrested for it once. I was there when it happened, having my javaccino.
Phoenix:
(He really is a regular!)
Kudo:
Let me write you a little haiku about it.
Phoenix:
A haiku?
Kudo:
A Japanese poem. It'll explain all you need to know about that chef.
Victor's Note added to the Court Record.
Kudo:
If he takes anything again, you let me know! If it's not too expensive, I'll buy you a replacement!
Phoenix:
(Poor guy. He couldn't do enough for Mia.)
Mia:
OK, Phoenix. That's about as much as I can do to help.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Mia. We got some really important information thanks to you.
Mia:
Honestly! I can't believe Maya called me for something like this!
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Present
Maya Fey profile
Gumshoe:
You're looking upbeat, as usual.
Maya:
And you're looking tired as usual, Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Yeah. That's life, huh? One guy's got it all, and one guy's got squat.
Maya:
Is it just me or did the room get darker all of a sudden...? You know, Detective. This is the year of the, um... gum!
Gumshoe:
I-It is?
Maya:
Yeah. ...I think.
Gumshoe:
Gum, huh? This is gonna be a great year for this ol' Gumshoe then, right?
Maya:
Look at that. He perked up in no time!
Phoenix:
Maya... Don't mess with him like that.
After clearing "Armstrong's secret" Talk option at Police Station - Criminal Affairs Dept., and clearing "Armstrong's record" Talk option at Vitamin Square:
January 6Trés Bien
Maya:
I guess it's about time to wrap up today's investigation.
Phoenix:
Had enough of being a waitress?
Maya:
Yeah. Plus, no one came to the restaurant...
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! Mademoiselle Maya! Non! 'Ow can you leave like z'is!?
Maya:
I-I'm sorry...
Phoenix:
(That reminds me. Mr. Armstrong had a Psyche-Lock or three, didn't he? I'm going to have to break those...) Mr. Armstrong. I hope you won't mind, but I'd like to have another word with you...
Armstrong:
Volontiers! Of course!
Talk
Maggey's motive
Phoenix:
When Maggey took the coffee over to the victim... ...did anything happen?
Armstrong:
M-Monsieur... I cannot...
Phoenix:
Maggey wouldn't just have put poison in the coffee of some guy she didn't even know. If she's really guilty, there must have been something between her and the victim.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Armstrong:
N-Non. It was nothing. I am sure.
Phoenix:
(Somehow... I've gotta get this guy to spill the beans on everything he knows.)
Present
Job Listings
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! You are looking for la job also?
Phoenix:
N-No!
Armstrong:
Oui, oui. Your looks are un peu, unusual, shall we say? But I love your style!
Phoenix:
I look "unusual"?
Armstrong:
It will suit you perfectly, la uniform of la waitress!
Phoenix:
(I just knew it...)
Lunch Special
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! So you 'ave eaten my lunch, oui? Tell me, monsieur. Did you enjoy la lunch I prepared for you?
Phoenix:
It was a... unique and... wild mixture of flavors.
Maya:
That was the first time I ever had lobster, you know!
Armstrong:
Lobster? Z'ere was no lobster in my lunch...
Maya:
Huh? But, it said, "lobster" right on the menu.
Armstrong:
Mademoiselle Maya. Please, you must read la menu more carefully. It says, "A dish inspired by lobster and abalone fricassée with a balsamic vinaigrette.
Maya:
Oh. It's only inspired, is it?
Armstrong:
Oui. Inspired by z'ese ingredients, but not per'aps made from z'em, n'est-ce pas?
Maya:
Well, guess that's the way the cookie crumbles, Nick.
Phoenix:
(The way the lunch tasted, it's probably 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration.)
Jean's Loan Contract or Victor's Note
Armstrong:
Pardon, pardon. W'izout my reading glasses, I cannot see z'is. I do not read English well.
Maya:
He's not even looking at it.
Phoenix:
(We better find a way to make him look, then.)
Maya Fey profile
Armstrong:
Mademoiselle Maya! 'Ow are you finding my restaurant?
Maya:
I think I've got the hang of it now... But I think it's time for me to...
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá, non! You are quitting already? It will be a new record for z'e shortest period of employment ever!
Glen Elg profile
Armstrong:
Ah, la dead man. 'E was la first in my restaurant.
Maya:
No way! You mean, the first customer you ever had!?
Armstrong:
Non, non, non. It was z'e first time I've 'ad a dead man in my restaurant. Such a s'ame to lose a customer after only 'is first meal 'ere!
Victor Kudo profile
Armstrong:
Ah, z'is old man. 'E is a regular 'ere. My specialty of cappuccino and cold water is one of 'is favorites.
Phoenix:
Was he here at the time of the incident?
Armstrong:
Oui. 'E was 'ere. I am sure of it. When la incident 'appened, z'e old man was 'ere.
Maya:
...?
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Maggey's motive --
Armstrong:
Wh-What is 'appening? I do not like zis 'orrible feeling.
Phoenix:
I have to know the truth. What happened that day?
Armstrong:
... Alors, alors! I will confess everything! Just don't 'urt me!
Phoenix:
Huh? (Well that was a new record!)
Armstrong:
It was a lottery ticket.
Phoenix:
A lottery ticket?
Armstrong:
La man who died 'ere 'ad a lottery ticket. For 'alf a million dollars!
Phoenix:
H-HALF A MILLION!?
Armstrong:
Oui. But after la incident, z'is ticket... It disappeared!
Phoenix:
(The ticket disappeared...?)
Armstrong:
Z'is was la motive z'at la prosecution gave for Maggey. Z'ey said z'at she poisoned the man to get ze 'alf a million dollar lottery ticket.
Phoenix:
Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?
Armstrong:
Mais, alors...
Phoenix:
You've been trying to hide this information about the lottery ticket from me. And I want to know the reason why!
Armstrong:
Non, monsieur! You doubt me? But I 'ave confessed to you everything I know!
Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong. The half a million dollar lottery ticket... I think I know who took it. I think the winning ticket was stolen by this person.
Present Jean Armstrong profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Armstrong! I believe there is a very high probability that it was you."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well? How about it?
Armstrong:
Ça va?
Phoenix:
Excuse me?
Armstrong:
It means, "'Ow are you?"
Phoenix:
Oh. Um... I'm fine, thanks.
Armstrong:
Bien. I am 'appy to 'ear it.
Phoenix:
... (Doesn't sound like I'm doing so fine with this Psyche-Lock though...)
Armstrong:
Poor Maggey, she was tempted by la evil, non?
Phoenix:
(No! If it was really Maggey, then you'd have no reason to hide the facts from me!)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Armstrong."
Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong! I believe there is a very high probability that it was you.
Armstrong:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(Wow! That is one piercing scream, even for a man like him...)
Armstrong:
Mais pourquoi moi!? Why!? You 'ave no evidence! I am not Mask☆DeMasque! I'm not z'e kind of person who steals z'e property of others.
Phoenix:
Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Armstrong, but I have evidence to the contrary. I present to you, proof that you have stolen from others in the past!
Present Victor's Note
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What is z'is!? A poem? Oh, monsieur, you know me so well! I adore poems!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Armstrong:
Oui. Per'aps duck would be nice. A terrine, maybe?
Phoenix:
Sorry?
Armstrong:
I was just thinking about my lunch menu. Terrine de canard. What do you think?
Phoenix:
Th-That sounds lovely...
Armstrong:
Alors, Au revoir, monsieur. I must go to buy la ingredients.
Phoenix:
(I guess my evidence is a bit of a lame duck...)
Leads back to:
"I am not Mask☆DeMasque! I'm not z'e kind of person who steals z'e property of others."
Armstrong:
What is z'is!? A poem? Oh, monsieur, you know me so well! I adore poems!
Phoenix:
Please, read it. And put some feeling into it.
Armstrong:
"Convicted before, a wicked man... or woman, repeat offender"...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry to have to bring it up, Mr. Armstrong... ...but you have been arrested for stealing from your customers before, haven't you?
Armstrong:
Mon dieu! Le mensonge! You are z'e liar!
Phoenix:
You deny it?
Armstrong:
Do not make la false accusations, s'il vous plaît! So do you 'ave any proof? I want to see la incontestable proof that I 'ave ever stolen from one of my customers!
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It seems old habits die hard, Mr. Armstrong."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Armstrong:
♪Im~bécile, im~bécile, U ar an im~bécile...♪
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you singing?
Armstrong:
Just one of my favorite chansons. It is called, "Imbécile". It is French. Come, monsieur. Sing together w'iz me. ♪Im~bécile, im~bécile, U ar an im~bécile...♪
Phoenix:
(Armstrong's definitely stolen from his customers before... I just need to find the right evidence to prove it...)
Leads back to:
"So do you 'ave any proof?"
Phoenix:
It seems old habits die hard, Mr. Armstrong.
Armstrong:
Wh-What is z'at?
Phoenix:
This is my Magatama. And I found it in your kitchen.
Armstrong:
Nooooon!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(Wow, that scream just about broke some windows...)
Armstrong:
Oui... oui... I-I 'ave a weakness for la little trinkets and la figurines. My 'and, it just slips out. I cannot stop it.
Phoenix:
You've stolen handkerchiefs, gloves, and other things from your customers, right?
Armstrong:
Oui! It is la truth! I am just a timid little girl inside, monsieur. A timid little girl! Besides, z'is time, it was not la small trinket, oui? It was 500,000 dollars! Mais, non! Why would I steal it? I 'ave no need for such money.
Phoenix:
Really now?
Armstrong:
Oh, monsieur. What is it?
Phoenix:
Isn't it true that you're in some pretty serious trouble? And that you are in desperate need of a large amount of cash?
Present Jean's Loan Contract
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This restaurant is deep in the red, isn't it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Armstrong!?
Armstrong:
Mais, monsieur. It is not I who is in trouble. Is it you, non?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Armstrong:
Une petite question...
Phoenix:
Wh-What?
Armstrong:
It means, "a little question". Together now, w'iz me! Une petite question.
Phoenix:
Oon put it keschon.
Armstrong:
Bravo, monsieur! Oh, you are a dream! Excellent!
Phoenix:
(We're definitely not on the same page here... let alone book...)
Armstrong:
Is z'at all...?
Leads back to:
"Besides, z'is time, it was not la small trinket, oui? It was 500,000 dollars!"
Phoenix:
This restaurant is deep in the red, isn't it?
Armstrong:
Ah!
Phoenix:
You have a loan... to the tune of half a million dollars! That lottery ticket would have wiped out your debts.
Armstrong:
Gnnngh...
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Armstrong!? What do you have to say for yourself now!?
Armstrong:
Ah... Aaaaaaaah!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
Maggey's motive (after breaking Psyche-Lock)
Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong. You said that the victim had a winning lottery ticket for half a million dollars. How did you know he had something like that in the first place?
Armstrong:
Z'e man... 'E was listening to la radio wi'z 'is earpiece.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, Maggey said something about that, too.)
Armstrong:
La winning number was announced on la news, I think. All of a sudden, 'e exploded! "Yes! 'Alf a million!" 'e shouted.
Phoenix:
And the ticket?
Armstrong:
Oui. 'E 'ad all of 'is tickets spread out on la table. I... I was so desperately in need of money, so I...
Phoenix:
Put the poison in his coffee?
Armstrong:
Non, non, non, non, non! Oh, non, you naughty man! I simply 'elped myself to one of 'is tickets.
Maya:
What?
Armstrong:
La victim collapsed, and Maggey passed out. I thought to myself, "Pourquoi pas?" 'E 'ad so many of zem.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, but only one of them was the winning ticket, right?)
Maya:
How could you do that, Mr. Armstrong!? Maggey was arrested because of you!
Armstrong:
Non! Z'is is not true!
Winning ticket (appears after "Maggey's motive")
Leads to:
"I did not take it! La ticket for 'alf a million, I mean."
Armstrong:
I did not take it! La ticket for 'alf a million, I mean.
Maya:
But you just told us you did! You said you took a ticket!
Armstrong:
Mais non, ma fille! It was not...
???:
That's enough.
Maya:
Huh? AAAAAAAAAH! Mr. Godot!
Phoenix:
What in the heck are you doing here!?
Godot:
Urgh! This is without doubt... the worst coffee I have ever tasted, Mr. Armstrong.
Phoenix:
(He came in here for coffee!? Does his craving for coffee know no bounds!?)
Godot:
Perhaps Mr. Armstrong stole one of the victim's tickets on the day in question.
Armstrong:
I am la air'ead, non? Just a pretty little girl who everyone is laughing at.
Maya:
But, in that case, Maggey shouldn't be the only one under suspicion...
Godot:
He had the wrong ticket.
Phoenix:
...What?
Godot:
Mr. Armstrong made off with the winning ticket's pretty neighbor.
Maya:
So... the ticket he took was worthless?
Godot:
Not quite. He did win something. A dollar.
Armstrong:
You see! I am just a pretty face! W'izout my looks, I 'ave nothing!
Phoenix:
So... What happened to the winning ticket, then? The one he meant to steal.
Godot:
Indeed. What did happen to it? I don't like spoiling myself by watching trailers, so... ...we'll just wait and see how the movie turns out tomorrow, won't we?
Maya:
Nngh...
Armstrong:
Voilà! You two! Time to laugh at la pretty little air'ead!
Phoenix:
(Looks like I won't be needing this note anymore.)
Victor's Note thrown into the trash.
Phoenix:
Looks like we've got a new mystery now. Namely, where did the winning ticket go?
Maya:
I've got a bad feeling about this.
Phoenix:
Well, anyway. We can't let Maggey suffer any longer for this. And certainly not again.
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Recipe for Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
January 7, 9:48 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Byrde:
Oh... I see... I guess I should've expected this. Nobody saw the other guy, huh? But he was there when I took the coffee over, sir. Scout's honor!
???:
Maggey!
Byrde:
Ack! D-Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
A-Are you doing alright!? How're you feeling!?
Byrde:
...As if you need to ask either question, sir.
Gumshoe:
Don't let 'em get you down, Maggey. And don't forget to eat well, OK?
Byrde:
Roger!
Gumshoe:
And you!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Gumshoe:
You'd better square this case away, got it pal!? Maggey's innocent, you hear!? If you screw up, then I'll be doing some squaring away myself. Squaring away some paperwork for your arrest!
Phoenix:
(I-I think he's serious!)
Maya:
Hey, Detective! You're on our side for once, right?
Gumshoe:
Yup.
Maya:
So you'll be able to help Maggey out, right?
Byrde:
Really? Can you, sir!?
Gumshoe:
O... Of course! I've got the simulation under control! I'm gonna be the first witness on the stand today. If something I say doesn't mesh with the facts, make sure you point it out, alright?
Phoenix:
S-Sure.
Gumshoe:
OK. We're forming a united front today, pal. You get me!?
Byrde:
I can't tell you how grateful I am, sir! I've always admired you so much, Detective. I know I can count on you.
Maya:
Looks like it should all go pretty smoothly today, huh?
Phoenix:
(I can only wish...)
January 7, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Maggey Byrde.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Godot:
... Aaah, bitter!
Judge:
Mr... Um... Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Aaaah!
Phoenix:
Wh-What's wrong!?
Judge:
Nothing. It's just whenever I addressed you in the previous trial, your response was... "Youse talkin' to me!?" It was a little, well... intimidating.
Phoenix:
No, no! That wasn't me. That was the phony Phoenix.
Judge:
I see. So our trusty Phoenix Wright is back with us now, is he?
Phoenix:
("Our trusty"...?)
Judge:
So, Mr. Godot. Your opening statement, please.
Godot:
Mr. Trite... Whether you're a fake or the real deal... We will find out soon enough through this trial today.
Phoenix:
But I can already tell you! I'm the real Phoenix Wright!
Godot:
I wasn't questioning whether you are Phoenix Wright or not. I was questioning whether you had studied law or not. That's what I intend to find out.
Phoenix:
(There's no denying it. Behind that mask is a man who really hates me for some reason or another!)
Judge:
As everyone is aware, the court has already given its verdict on this case once. Therefore, I won't stand for irrelevant testimony during this retrial. Nor will I stand for a simple repetition of the evidence presented in the last trial.
Phoenix:
(I'm not planning on repeating anything that phony me said! Trust me!)
Judge:
Now then. Mr. Godot, please summon your first witness.
Godot:
Let's start with the formalities, shall we? Name and occupation?
Gumshoe:
...
Judge:
Witness! State your name for the court!
Gumshoe:
Huh? Oh, sorry, sir! The name's Police Department Detective. Occupation, Dick Gumshoe.
Godot:
Other way around, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Huh? Oh! Sorry. Anyway, I'm the officer in charge of this case since yesterday, sir!
Judge:
Since yesterday?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. The guy who was on the initial investigation's tied up with another case now.
Maya:
I hope Gumshoe's really got everything under control... For everyone's sake.
Judge:
I see. So, Detective Gumshoe... Would you outline for the court the basic facts of the case?
Gumshoe:
Y-Y-Yes, sir. The victim's name was Glen Elg. He was a professional programmer. He was on the payroll of Blue Screens Inc., a local company. This is the victim's autopsy report.
Judge:
The court accepts this into evidence.
Glen's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
Um... And here are the floor plans of the restaurant. When the incident took place, the victim was sitting right here. The poisoned coffee was brought over to him by the, um... By the waitress.
Judge:
The waitress being the accused?
Gumshoe:
Yeah... The victim died from poisoning almost immediately after he took a sip of the coffee. At the time of the incident, there were two other people in the restaurant. Mr. Jean Armstrong, the owner and chef. And a regular by the name of Mr. Victor Kudo.
Judge:
Hmm... It still seems to be a very straightforward case to me.
Trés Bien Floor Plans added to the Court Record.
Godot:
Come, Detective. Take up this hammer. And nail the defendant's coffin shut with your own two hands.
Judge:
Now then, Detective Gumshoe. Let's have your testimony.
Gumshoe:
Umm... Yes, sir...
Witness Testimony
-- The Incident --
Gumshoe:
When the incident took place, the victim was alone at his table, sir.
We understand that the guy, Glen Elg, was listening to the radio at the time.
Traces of poison were found in his coffee cup.
And what we found was potassium cyanide. That stuff really packs a punch!
And, um... it looks like Ms. Byrde might've had, well... some kind of a motive.
Judge:
Hmm...
Godot:
Using the dark, aromatic depths of coffee to conceal the poison... Classy lady!
Judge:
The facts of this case seem to be ironclad. Mr. Wright. I would ask you to begin your cross-examination, but...
Phoenix:
Yes?
Judge:
Please, no intimidation tricks this time around. Is that understood?
Phoenix:
I already told you! That wasn't me!
Cross Examination
-- The Incident --
Gumshoe:
When the incident took place, the victim was alone at his table, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Can I stop you for just a minute?
Gumshoe:
Huh? What is it? Did I say something that contradicts the evidence?
Phoenix:
(He'd so desperate for that to be true, he's practically crying!) Your testimony just now doesn't match the testimony given by Ms. Byrde. She claims that there was another man at the victim's table.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's what she said. And I--
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
What killer wouldn't say that when faced with a homicide conviction?
Phoenix:
Hey!
Godot:
Sadly, her testimony isn't supported by the owner or the other customer. Isn't that right, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, it's true. Their two testimonies tie up on that. They both said there was no other guy at the table.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(What should I do? Should I press on this point a little harder or not?)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(No, I should leave it alone. I've got a bad feeling about where this is going.)
Maya:
If you got a bad feeling about this, then maybe you should leave it alone. I once had a bad feeling that I was about to have a bad feeling. It was really bad.
Phoenix:
...Maybe I should move on to another part of his testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harder
Phoenix:
Well, maybe the other witnesses just missed him! Perhaps their view of the victim's table was obscured in some way.
Godot:
Ha...! That argument is as weak as the coffee at Trés Bien, Trite!
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
I have here in my possession a ticket.
Phoenix:
A ticket? (Looks more like a photo to me.)
Godot:
Yes. A one-way ticket to guilty-ville! Population: the defendant! This is a photograph taken from near the entrance to the kitchen.
Judge:
This is the scene as witnessed by the chef, moments after the poisoning took place, correct?
Godot:
I think the court will agree that with such a clear view of the scene of the crime... ...how, Mr. Trite, could anyone have overlooked a second person at the table?
Phoenix:
Urk!
Judge:
It certainly seems to show the victim's table extremely clearly.
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
We understand that the guy, Glen Elg, was listening to the radio at the time.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
He was listening to his radio, you say?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. He had a portable radio in his chest pocket.
Maya:
Maggey told us that too, didn't she? Something about how "one of them had some sort of earpiece".
Phoenix:
(What should I do? Should I press on this point a little harder or not?)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(No, I should leave it alone. I've got a bad feeling about where this is going.)
Maya:
If you got a bad feeling about this, then maybe you should leave it alone. I once had a bad feeling that I was about to have a bad feeling. It was really bad.
Phoenix:
...Maybe I should move on to another part of his testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harder
Phoenix:
And what was it that the victim was listening to on the radio, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Huh? How should I know?
Phoenix:
(Thanks a lot... We're now one step closer to the middle of nowhere.)
Maya:
This isn't going very well, is it...?
Judge:
Hmm... Detective. Could you perhaps tell us about the poison and how it was used?
Leads back to cross-examination
Gumshoe:
Traces of poison were found in his coffee cup.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, traces of the poison were found in the coffee cup and nowhere else?
Gumshoe:
Not sure I get you, pal.
Phoenix:
Was the poison a liquid? Or was it a powder?
Gumshoe:
If I had to put it in layman's terms, I'd say it was a powdery substance.
Phoenix:
So the poison could've been in anything that was on the table. Sugar, salt, pepper...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! Do you put salt and pepper in your coffee, Trite?
Gumshoe:
The victim took his coffee black, with no sugar.
Phoenix:
Nngh...
Judge:
It seems that the poison could only have been in the coffee.
Phoenix:
(What should I do? Should I press on this point a little harder or not?)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(No, I should leave it alone. I've got a bad feeling about where this is going.)
Maya:
If you got a bad feeling about this, then maybe you should leave it alone. I once had a bad feeling that I was about to have a bad feeling. It was really bad.
Phoenix:
...Maybe I should move on to another part of his testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harder
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely certain that the victim even drank any of his coffee?
Gumshoe:
Huh!? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
According to this file, "the poison was found in the victim's coffee cup." But what proof is there that the victim ever drank any of it!?
Gumshoe:
Oh, hey! You're right! That's what I was think--
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
In case you were wondering, that last objection was for the detective there.
Gumshoe:
Huh? For me?
Godot:
"Oh, hey! You're right!"? You may be fooling the court, but I'm not falling for it. If you have the time to waste, you have the time to present that piece of evidence.
Gumshoe:
Th... THAT piece... sir?
Godot:
Yes. THAT piece.
Gumshoe:
... Um... Aheh heh heh! Wh-What piece was it again?
Godot:
This!
Phoenix:
(Should I be grateful this coffee's only hot enough to give me 1st degree burns...?)
Gumshoe:
Oh. Now I remember! Um... This is the, uh... victim's coffee cup.
Godot:
Yes, the victim's cup. Take a good look at the rim.
Judge:
Oh, yes. It's unmistakable. There is clearly a coffee stain on it.
Godot:
Conclusive proof that the victim did drink the poisoned coffee that was in this cup. The victim gulped down the bitter death that the waitress brought to him... like this!
Phoenix:
Uuuurgh!
Gumshoe:
For the record, the only prints on the cup were the victim's and the defendant's.
Coffee Cup added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
Upon further investigation of this cup... we found a certain chemical substance...
Gumshoe:
And what we found was potassium cyanide. That stuff really packs a punch!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
(Potassium cyanide? I've heard of that chemical before...) Exactly how strong is this poison, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
It's... Well... That stuff's lethal! Eat too much, and you're history.
Maya:
How much is too much?
Godot:
A lethal does is 0.2 grams. That's about enough to finish anyone off.
Maya:
0.2 grams? How much is that?
Gumshoe:
You know when you swab your ears for earwax? Yeah, about that much.
Phoenix:
(Earwax, huh? Sounds like something Gumshoe's got an abundance of...)
Judge:
Hmm... Such a small quantity of poison could have been concealed anywhere.
Gumshoe:
And, um... it looks like Ms. Byrde might've had, well... some kind of a motive.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Some kind of a motive"?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. But if you ask me, it's been blown way out of proportion.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
You know what my golden rule is, Detective? Chuck out a bad cup of coffee. You can always get another.
Gumshoe:
Huh? I don't get it.
Godot:
I'm saying, we can always get another witness on the stand, if we have to chuck you out.
Gumshoe:
*gulp*
Godot:
So stick to the facts, Detective. Now then, what was Ms. Byrde's motive?
Phoenix:
(Come on, Gumshoe...)
Gumshoe:
She was... They said she wanted to steal a lottery ticket.
Phoenix:
I knew it... (That's what we heard yesterday, too.)
Gumshoe:
It disappeared from the scene of the crime.
Godot:
And it wasn't just any lottery ticket. It was a winning ticket for half a million!
Maya:
Mr. Armstrong knew about the ticket too, didn't he? But he stole the wrong one...
Phoenix:
(Then is it possible Maggey stole the winning one? What should I do? Should I press on this point a little harder or not?)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(No, I should leave it alone. I've got a bad feeling about where this is going.)
Maya:
If you got a bad feeling about this, then maybe you should leave it alone. I once had a bad feeling that I was about to have a bad feeling. It was really bad.
Phoenix:
...Maybe I should move on to another part of his testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harder
Phoenix:
Wait a minute! The mere fact that the lottery ticket disappeared in no way implicates my client!
Godot:
Ha...! I have here in my hand... the very ticket in question!
Judge:
Th-That's the half a million dollar lottery ticket...?
Gumshoe:
One of the female police officers found it when she was conducting a search... ...of the defendant.
Phoenix:
WH-WHAAAAAT!?
Judge:
Order! Order!
Godot:
Ha...! She's quite a lucky bird, our little waitress.
Judge:
Y-You will submit that ticket as evidence to the court! Immediately!
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I'd better keep an eye on that ticket. The way the judge's voice is quivering...)
Victim's Lottery Ticket added to the Court Record.
Judge:
The ticket was presented to the court in the previous trial, too. But it feels heavier now somehow. H-Half a million dollars, you say...?
Godot:
It's just a scrap of paper. What matters is where it was found, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(I bet he wants to say it was found on Maggey's person...)
Maya:
You really think there are any contradictions in this testimony?
Phoenix:
To be honest, I don't know.
Maya:
But Gumshoe told us out in the lobby. He said we'd be forming a united front, right? How will we win the case if he doesn't throw us a line?
Phoenix:
(I don't have a whole lot of options right now... The best I can do is gather the facts together, I guess.)
After fully pressing first, third and fifth statements:
Judge:
That's enough! The facts of this case seem overwhelmingly clear to me. The defendant had ample opportunity to commit the crime of which she is charged. Furthermore, it seems beyond reasonable doubt that she did indeed commit this crime.
Godot:
I like an old man who knows the score.
Judge:
There is also the matter of the half a million dollar lottery ticket. That alone provides a very credible motive. I mean, for that sum of money even I might be tempted to bend the rules!
Godot:
I don't like an old man who is weak to the siren call of money.
Maya:
Not good, Nick... The evidence against Maggey is starting to pile up fast.
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's because the court has ruled guilty once already.
Godot:
I'd say it's about time to wrap up this repeat performance... ...with one final, decisive piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
(He's got more evidence against Maggey!?)
Godot:
This is the apron the delightful Ms. Byrde was wearing at the time.
Maya:
Wow... That's not the cleanest apron I've seen...
Phoenix:
Th-That stain looks like...! (It can't be... blood, can it!?)
Godot:
Ha...! It seems the star of our play was a little flustered... And somehow spilled coffee on herself.
Phoenix:
The coffee!? That's not exactly the first thing that caught my eye...
Godot:
Of course. The coffee stain isn't the most interesting thing about this apron. No, there's something else that stands out even more.
Judge:
Something else? I presume you mean...
Godot:
Of course. I'm referring to the pocket.
Phoenix:
The... pocket?
Godot:
A search carried out right after the incident uncovered this... Potassium cyanide. The very poison used by the killer, was in her apron pocket!
Phoenix:
A bottle of poison... In Maggey's pocket?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. And Maggey's prints were the only ones on it.
Phoenix:
WHAAAT!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! The court will accept these items into evidence.
Apron added to the Court Record.
Potassium Cyanide added to the Court Record.
Judge:
There's something still bothering me, Mr. Godot. Why have you not explained the bloodstain to the court?
Godot:
Bloodstain? What bloodstain would that be?
Judge:
Don't play games, prosecutor! The blood-colored stain that's smeared all over the apron!
Godot:
That's ridiculous! No one told me anything about a bloodstain!
Phoenix:
(You don't need to be told! Just look at it!)
Godot:
Well, Detective!? Could this stain really be... BLOOD!?
Gumshoe:
N-No way, sir! That's... It's just ketchup. Sir.
Phoenix:
Ketchup!?
Gumshoe:
She must've gotten some on her an apron while taking someone their breakfast that day.
Judge:
... You could have spoken up a little sooner, Detective Gumshoe!
Godot:
Pull a stunt like that again, and I'll have you drink 17 cups of ketchup, witness!
Gumshoe:
Unnngh... I thought everyone knew what it was already.
Judge:
Hmm... I haven't seen anything yet to make me doubt the last verdict I ruled on this case.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
The motive, the opportunity, and the supporting evidence... They have all been clearly established.
Godot:
Well, Trite... It seems you really are a phony after all.
Phoenix:
(Argh! You really know how to drive a man nuts!)
Judge:
Witness, please continue with your testimony. Describe for the court the crime scene and the findings of your investigation there.
Witness Testimony
-- The Investigation --
Gumshoe:
The crime was reported at 2:25 PM by a kind of scary old man, sir.
Poor Maggey had passed out from the shock. It must've been real tough for her.
The victim didn't have any identification on him.
But we figured out who he was pretty quick, and then the investigation went smoothly.
When Maggey was searched, we found the lottery ticket and the bottle of poison.
And that was it. There was nothing else missing from the crime scene.
Judge:
Hmm... You identified the victim and secured your prime suspect... Very good.
Godot:
Last chance to convince the court you're a real lawyer, Trite!
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
Don't court on any more cross-examinations after this one! So, let the fun begin!
Cross Examination
-- The Investigation --
Gumshoe:
The crime was reported at 2:25 PM by a kind of scary old man, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Scary old man", Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
There's an old man who's a regular at the restaurant where the incident happened.
Phoenix:
(Ah, we're obviously talking about the same old man...)
Gumshoe:
Officers were dispatched right after the report came in, but the old guy still made a fuss. "What took you so long!?" Then he hurled abuse at them. And seeds...
Judge:
Hmm... Seeds...
Godot:
Ha...! It was nothing! I caught each one with my teeth.
Phoenix:
(I guess not even the mighty Godot can avoid being attacked by that guy...)
Godot:
The old man was only other customer in the place at the time. He took his time finding a pay phone apparently, so he was late reporting the crime.
Gumshoe:
Poor Maggey had passed out from the shock. It must've been real tough for her.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How long was the defendant unconscious for?
Gumshoe:
The officers got to the crime scene at around 2:40. Maggey was still out cold in the kitchen at that time. It took another 10 minutes or so before she came to. I woulda liked to have been on the scene myself.
Phoenix:
(I bet you would've liked to have carried out the search, too...)
Gumshoe:
I woulda loved to see Maggey asleep like that, all pretty and peaceful.
Phoenix:
(You're a professional detective, Gumshoe. Not a professional bird watcher!)
Godot:
Save the romantics for your own time, Detective. All we need to know about is the investigation.
Gumshoe:
Oops! I guess I'm pretty red right now, aren't I?
Gumshoe:
The victim didn't have any identification on him.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
He didn't have any? Are you saying that it was stolen, then?
Gumshoe:
No, I don't think so. The victim didn't have a driver's license or even a credit card on him, pal. All he had was 58 cents in his wallet.
Phoenix:
Fifty-eight cents...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I can't believe I found someone with less in their wallet than me, pal!
Judge:
The victim sounds like he was a thoroughly miserable young man.
Godot:
Or some kind of outlaw... Why not give him a bit of an edge?
Phoenix:
(I think I'm on to something here...)
Gumshoe:
But we figured out who he was pretty quick, and then the investigation went smoothly.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait a sec!
Gumshoe:
Huh? D-Did I say something dumb again!?
Phoenix:
Let me paraphrase what you just testified to this court. "The victim didn't have any form of ID on him." That's basically what you said, yes?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, basically.
Phoenix:
In that case, how were you able to identify the victim so quickly?
Gumshoe:
... Oh... That.
Phoenix:
(He's so let down, he's got the whole sagging shoulders and puppy eyes thing going...)
Gumshoe:
There was a prescription bag on the victim's table along with the lottery ticket.
Godot:
It seems Mr. Glen Elg visited his doctor before he went to Trés Bien.
Gumshoe:
We got the victim's name from the medical records of the doc who prescribed the meds.
Judge:
Hmm... That's a reliable enough source for the court.
Phoenix:
(What should I do? Should I leave this alone or ask to hear more?)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(I guess it doesn't really matter how they figured out who the victim was. There are more important avenues to explore.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Ask about the prescription bag
Phoenix:
So what sort of medicine was in the bag?
Gumshoe:
Well... Actually, the bag we found was empty.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Completely empty.
Phoenix:
(It was completely empty...?)
Victim's Prescription Bag added to the Court Record.
Godot:
Ha...! You're entering an empty paper bag as evidence? Desperate, are you, Trite?
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
Now, what happened with the investigation after that, Detective?
Ask about his health insurance
Phoenix:
So, the victim had no form of identification on him, correct?
Gumshoe:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
And yet, before arriving at the restaurant, he went to see a doctor. Which means... He must've had his medical insurance card with him!
Judge:
Oh! That is very true!
Phoenix:
The fact that it hasn't been found points to only one obvious conclusion. The victim's medical card was stolen!
Godot:
Ha...! True, the victim didn't have a medical insurance card. But why? Because Mr. Glen Elg didn't have medical insurance to begin with!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
Hmm... As I thought, a thoroughly miserable young man.
Godot:
Or some kind of outlaw... A bit of an edge never hurt anyone.
Maya:
Looks like we're off course again, Nick.
Judge:
Witness. Please continue with your testimony. Explain for the court the events following the preliminary investigation.
Leads back to cross-examination
Gumshoe:
When Maggey was searched, we found the lottery ticket and the bottle of poison.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But the defendant had been passed out for a while, correct? In that case... Isn't it possible someone planted the evidence in Maggey's pocket!?
Gumshoe:
Hey! Y-Yeah! You've nailed it, pal!
Judge:
Hmm...
Gumshoe:
It happens to me all the time! We had a department party the other day, and when I got home... ...I was wearing the boss's shoes!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Keep up this crazy testimony, Detective, and those shoes will end up down your throat!
Gumshoe:
Sorry...
Godot:
So, Trite. "Someone planted the evidence in Maggey's pocket"...? That's a pretty bold statement. Care to back it up with some evidence?
Phoenix:
Um... Well... (I'd love to, if I had any...)
Judge:
It appears you have no evidence to support your theory, Mr. Wright. Continue with your testimony, witness.
Gumshoe:
And that was it. There was nothing else missing from the crime scene.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So the half a million dollar lottery ticket and the bottle of poison were accounted for.
Gumshoe:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
Interesting... It's true that those two items are accounted for... ..but wasn't there another lottery ticket that was stolen that day?
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah. The one the restaurant owner took. He won a whole dollar with it. What a lucky guy, huh?
Phoenix:
(And they're just going to let him get away with it...?)
Judge:
It was just one dollar, Detective.
Maya:
I guess no one cares when it's that little... Unless it's Gumshoe.
Present Victim's Prescription Bag
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe. I think I should point something out to you."
Phoenix:
If I don't find a hole in this testimony, the judge is going to hand down his verdict!
Maya:
Gumshoe isn't giving us anything to work with... And we can't find any contradictions if he doesn't give us something!
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's true... But Maggey and Gumshoe are like dumb and dumber. Our only hope is that they were so dumb, they missed something obvious.
Maya:
Come on, Gumshoe! Be the dumbest you've ever been!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe. I think I should point something out to you. There is just one small contradiction in your testimony.
Gumshoe:
Oho! Finally! I'm getting all anxious just waiting, so hurry up, will you?
Phoenix:
You testified that, "nothing else was missing from the crime scene." However! The prescription bag you mentioned was empty! Did the officers recover the medicine from the scene of the crime later?
Gumshoe:
Um, no. They didn't.
Phoenix:
The victim was given a prescription right before going to Trés Bien. Where, then, did the medicine disappear to!?
Gumshoe:
Y-You... ...are toooooo coool, pal!!
Judge:
I-Indeed! Due consideration wasn't given to the victim's prescription in the previous trial. Witness! Why do you always overlook such vital pieces of evidence!?
Gumshoe:
I, er... I guess that's the most careless thing I've done so far, huh?
Phoenix:
The victim was killed by poison! And the victim's "medicine" mysteriously disappeared! The victim's own prescription could have been the lethal poison itself!
Judge:
O-Order! Order! Well, Mr. Godot? What do you have to say to that?
Godot:
Ha...! That's all.
Phoenix:
What!?
Godot:
Read for the court the name of the clinic on the prescription bag, if you will.
Phoenix:
What's the clinic's name got to do with anything...? "New Ear Otolaryngological Clinic" O-Otolaryngological?
Judge:
Just what kind of illness was the victim suffering from, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
Hardly an illness, Your Honor. More like a bitter war wound, you could say.
Judge:
A war wound?
Godot:
The day before the incident, Mr. Elg found himself in a fight. He took a blow to the side of the head, and ruptured his eardrum.
Phoenix:
He ruptured his eardrum!?
Judge:
Then what on earth was the prescription he was given?
Godot:
It was a cream that was to be applied topically inside his ear canal, not to be ingested!
Phoenix:
What!?
Godot:
It's mentioned in the autopsy report, if you read the fine print. They found traces of the medication in the victim's left ear.
Judge:
Yes. Here it is. In very, very fine print.
Godot:
It seems Mr. Elg correctly applied some of his medication while he was at Trés Bien. Therefore, it would be absurd to believe that he would have eaten his medication.
Phoenix:
Uuurgh...
Judge:
It seems that this medication is irrelevant to the case after all.
Phoenix:
N-No...
Maya:
Nick! If you don't think of something quick, it'll all be over!
Phoenix:
(She's right. But I can't get away with any old weak objection. What should I do...?)
Push the medication issue
Leads to:
"Only moments ago, Mr. Godot made the following statement."
Leave it
Phoenix:
It does seem as it the medication isn't connected to the case.
Godot:
Ha...! Maybe the last Mr. Trite was the real one. At least he didn't waste time.
Judge:
Indeed... If you have nothing further to add to this medication issue... ...the facts of this case seem no different to those presented on the last trial. I would therefore have no choice but to hand down my verdict.
Phoenix:
Uh... Umm...!
Maya:
Nick! Don't let him to do this! You've got to stand your ground!
Judge:
Now then...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait, Your Honor! Actually, this prescription... is absolutely pivotal to the case!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Did you not just say the exact opposite only moments ago!?
Phoenix:
(Gotta lose a few battles in order to win the war, I suppose.)
Leads to:
"Only moments ago, Mr. Godot made the following statement."
Phoenix:
Only moments ago, Mr. Godot made the following statement. "It seems Mr. Elg correctly applied some of his medication while he was at Trés Bien." If that's the case, then why was the medication not found at the scene of the crime!?
Godot:
...!
Judge:
But the medication in question was for topical use inside the ear canal!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
That doesn't change the fact that it could not be found at the crime scene! However insignificant it may seem, it's a lawyer's duty to pursue the truth!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
You know as well as I do that the medication is irrelevant. It hardly seems likely that a prescription drug would contain potassium cyanide.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
It hardly seems likely that the coffee the waitress served would contain it, either! But it did! The possibility is undeniable!
Godot:
Aaargh!
Judge:
That's enough. Mr. Godot. Is the detective the only witness the prosecution wishes to call?
Godot:
...
Judge:
Mr. Godot...?
Godot:
...
Gumshoe:
Um... I, ah... I've got my own witness I'd like to call, sir. It's the old man who was there in the restaurant on the day of the murder.
Phoenix:
(Victor Kudo? The pigeon-hater?)
Judge:
Very well. The matter of the disappearing medication seems little more than trivial at beat. However! It wasn't explored at all in the previous trial. And that is something that bothers me.
Maya:
Yay! Good job, Nick!
Judge:
The court will adjourn for a 10 minute recess. After which we will hear the prosecution's next witness.
Godot:
Ha...! I suppose this means I'll just have to finish you off in my last 6 cups.
Judge:
Court is adjourned for recess!
January 7, 11:03 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Maya:
Phew! That was close!
Phoenix:
Tell me about it... I nearly died in there!
Byrde:
That's my line, sir!
Maya:
No! It's my line! I think I really did die a little bit.
Byrde:
Looks like we all nearly died in there... I can't believe Detective Gumshoe! How could he betray us like that!?
Maya:
Huh?
Byrde:
He said he'd help me. But he totally set me up!
Phoenix:
I don't think he meant to do that, Maggey. He was backed into a corner. I mean, the guy's got to do his job, right?
Byrde:
It's OK. I know all about lies and betrayal. I've had them my whole life. But it really hurt this time. It felt like someone punched me hard in the stomach! I hate that guy! I don't ever want to see him again!
Phoenix:
(Poor Gumshoe...)
Maya:
So the next witness is going to be that old guy from the park, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Mr. Kudo. Lover of waitress outfits and projectile seeds!
Byrde:
I bet he's gonna be really stubborn. I mean, he's pretty set in his ways, you know?
Maya:
Yeah, he's a big old grouch. Are you going to be able to handle him, Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I can take whatever he throws at me. Even those never-ending bird seeds!
January 7, 11:15 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court will now reconvene for the trial of Maggey Byrde. Mr. Godot. Your next witness, please.
Godot:
The prosecution calls the lucky old-timer who caught the show over a cup of coffee. Will the witness please take the stand.
Godot:
Name and occupation, if you don't mind.
Kudo:
The name is Victor Kudo. Born and bred in the Land of the Rising Sun! Honor and duty are what make me. Mind you, I can be quite emotional at times, too.
Phoenix:
We don't need to hear about that, Mr. Kudo. Just tell the court your occupation.
Kudo:
My occupation? Kah! Listen, young'un! How much call d'you think there is for kimono embroidery here!?
Phoenix:
Kimono embroidery?
Kudo:
That's what I do! Or did, back in Japan. I embroidered family crests on kimonos! My ancestors were embroidering kimonos before this country even existed!
Maya:
Wow, a real craftsman! They're a dying breed! Hey! Maybe he could embroider my costume sometime.
Kudo:
Anyway, like I said. There's not much demand for that kind of thing here. So I had to take a job working the cash register at a burger joint... pretending to smile!
Phoenix:
(That burger joint would've been better off putting him in the kitchen...)
Judge:
Now then, witness. Were you in the restaurant at the time of the incident?
Kudo:
Oh, yes! I was eating some seeds over a cup of javaccino.
Judge:
Seeds?
Kudo:
What do you think these are, hmm!?
Judge:
I-I see...
Godot:
So you saw everything that happened, gramps?
Kudo:
Did I!? Oh, yes! Oh, yes I did! I saw it all!
Godot:
Then please, tell the court. We're all ears.
Kudo:
Sure, sure. I'll tell you. I'll tell you every last detail!
Phoenix:
(He's really getting into this...)
Witness Testimony
-- What I Witnessed --
Kudo:
The young man was reading the sports paper.
The serving girl brought him a javaccino... But she put something in it!
The man took one sip of it, looked like he was in terrible pain, and then collapsed.
That's the serving girl, right there in the defendant's chair. I remember her well!
Judge:
Mr. Kudo. she is not a "serving girl". Please refer to her as a waitress.
Kudo:
Kah! You're as bad as the rest of them! All these newfangled words! What's wrong with old-fashioned ones, hmm!?
Judge:
N-Newfangled?
Kudo:
All this talk of "radios" and "glasses"! It's "wireless" and "spectacles", I tell you!
Judge:
E-Excuse me...
Kudo:
Listen to me, everyone! Don't forget the old values! Don't let the good old days slip away!
Judge:
Well, um... I think it's time to begin the cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- What I Witnessed --
Kudo:
The young man was reading the sports paper.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you saw the victim, then? You saw Mr. Glen Elg?
Kudo:
I wanted to know if Gusten Brawn retained his championship or not.
Phoenix:
(So he was looking at the sports paper the victim was reading, huh...) And at the location in question... ...there are partitions between tables on the same side of the restaurant, right?
Kudo:
So what if there are?
Phoenix:
If you say that you could see the victim... ...that means you were sitting at a table on the other side of the restaurant, correct?
Kudo:
Kah! I go to that place to drink javaccino! I don't go to sit! I don't remember what table I was sitting at!
Phoenix:
(You mean you go there to eye the waitress!)
Kudo:
The serving girl brought him a javaccino... But she put something in it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo. That is a very grave accusation. Are you sure about what you saw?
Kudo:
Victor Kudo never makes mistakes! I dot every t and cross every i!
Phoenix:
I see...
Kudo:
My eyesight's fine. The doctor said I only need spectacles for reading and driving.
Phoenix:
(...I bet his eyes are only really "fine" when he's scoping out a waitress.)
Kudo:
And I saw what the serving girl put into the javaccino as well!
Phoenix:
(I bet I know what's coming up and something tells me I'm not going to like it...)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(It'd be dangerous to press this too much. I'd better ignore it for now.) So, what happened next?
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harder
Phoenix:
Your Honor. We need more clarification on what was put into the victim's coffee. I'd like to ask that the witness add what he knows about this to his testimony.
Judge:
Hmm... I agree. will you enlighten us, please?
Kudo:
Sure, sure.
Adds statement "There's no question about it! She very conspicuously put some white powder in there."
Kudo:
There's no question about it! She very conspicuously put some white powder in there.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
D-Did she really put that into the coffee?
Kudo:
You doubt me, boy!? She too some out of a small, brown bottle and sprinkled it in.
Phoenix:
Couldn't she have been adding sugar?
Kudo:
Sugar!? In a small, brown bottle like that!?
Judge:
"Like that"? Witness, could you please describe the bottle in more concrete terms?
Godot:
Ha...! A bottle like this, perhaps?
Kudo:
Oh, there it is! That's the one!
Judge:
That's the bottle of potassium cyanide, I presume?
Godot:
So what did the accused put into the coffee? I think it's clear, don't you?
Phoenix:
Argh...
Kudo:
The man took one sip of it, looked like he was in terrible pain, and then collapsed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
He took just one sip?
Kudo:
You young'uns! You waste everything! Those javaccinos cost 8 dollars! In the good old days, we would have drank every last drop, eaten the cup, and then died!
Phoenix:
(Congratulations. You have earned the title of Battiest Man To Grace A Courtroom.)
Godot:
So it was an immediate death? Well, with potassium cyanide, I suppose that is possible.
Kudo:
Oh, yes. He slumped over without so much as a twitch! I felt the javaccino I'd just drank turn sour in my stomach.
Godot:
Oh, yes. I know that feeling.
Judge:
And the waitress? I presume she is...?
Kudo:
That's the serving girl, right there in the defendant's chair. I remember her well!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You said, "I remember her well" in reference to the waitress... Did she have any particular features that you can identify her by?
Kudo:
Particular features!? It's a disgrace, that's what it is!
Phoenix:
Sorry?
Kudo:
You can see all the way up to her... her... You know! She's practically naked in that uniform!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
So the particular feature you recognize about the waitress is... her outfit!? But anyone could wear just such an [sic] uniform! Even me!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Please spare the court of any further mental anguish from that image.
Maya:
Don't get all excited, Nick! You've gotta keep yourself together!
Phoenix:
(I-I guess I got a bit carried away...)
Kudo:
Kah! There are other things I recognize about her, too.
Phoenix:
(He seems pretty sure of himself. What should I do?)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(There's got to be a better line of attack than this. That's what I should be looking for now...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harder
Phoenix:
Sure, you saw a waitress take the coffee over to the victim. But what matters is whether that waitress was Maggey Byrde or not.
Judge:
Quite right. Mr. Kudo. These other "features" that you recognize about the defendant... I would ask you to add them to your testimony.
Kudo:
Sure, sure.
Add statement:
"There was a ribbon in her hair, and her apron's straps were loose."
Kudo:
There was a ribbon in her hair, and her apron's straps were loose.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You do seem to remember several details about her appearance. But what about the most crucial detail of all... her face?
Kudo:
Kah! As if I wouldn't remember that!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
The witness noticed the straps on the accused's apron. He'd unlikely to make a mistake about her face.
Kudo:
That's right! I can even tell you the color of the ribbon in her hair. It was red!
Godot:
So you see, there's nothing wrong with the witness's eyesight.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(There's no doubt he remembers the waitress pretty well. What should I do? I get the feeling there's something more to this somehow...)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(No, I must be imagining it. I need to find another angle with this guy.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Ask about the straps
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo. You seem especially interested in straps. Why is that?
Kudo:
Wh-What?
Phoenix:
The ribbon in her hair, the straps on her apron. What's the fascination?
Kudo:
F-Fascination?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
People have all kinds of fetishes, Trite. We don't need to embarrass the witness.
Kudo:
Listen, you young upstarts! I haven't got some sick strap fetish!
Judge:
Hmm... Is there any relevance to the witness's unusual love of straps, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I was just curious as to why he was so fixated on the waitress's straps...
Kudo:
I said I haven't got a strap fetish! How many times do I have to repeat myself!?
Judge:
Very well. Continue with your testimony, Mr. Kudo. And make it strapless.
Kudo:
*grumble grumble*
Leads back to cross-examination
Ask about the waitress's back
Phoenix:
The identifying "features" you described are all things you would see from the back.
Kudo:
So what?
Phoenix:
Is it possible that... ...you never saw the waitress from the front at all!?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! He's got you there, gramps!
Phoenix:
People normally talk about facial features when they're asked to describe someone. But this witness's testimony is nothing but straps and ribbons!
Kudo:
Th-This is harassment! I tell you I'm not obsessed with straps or ribbons! I'm just telling you what I saw!
Judge:
Mr. Kudo, the court requests that you add details about any identifying features... Features you observed from the front, that is, to your testimony.
Kudo:
Sure, sure.
Maya:
The old man's testimony is getting longer and longer!
Phoenix:
And if I can't find a hole in it soon, it'll get even longer, I bet.
Adds statement "There wasn't anything that caught my interest about her when I saw her from the front."
Kudo:
There wasn't anything that caught my interest about her when I saw her from the front.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You didn't find anything to be distinct, but you did clearly see the witness's face, yes?
Kudo:
No question about it! I didn't come this far to back down now! Victor Kudo never backs down!
Phoenix:
(That's not the answer I was looking for, but OK...)
Maya:
This has turned into a matter of pride for Old Seedy now, I guess... I wonder if he really did see Maggey's face or not...
Phoenix:
(Like I thought, we need some concrete proof of this. Proof that the old guy didn't see the waitress clearly from the front.)
Present Apron
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Kudo. I would like you to please take a look at this."
Maya:
Do you think Old Seedy really saw Maggey do it?
Phoenix:
Well, he probably had his eye on the waitress the whole time. That's why he was there.
Maya:
But he was there for the cute outfits, right? Not the waitress...
Phoenix:
I-I guess... (Hmm, she makes a good point though...)
Maya:
Hey! Did I just say something clever?
Phoenix:
I wonder if the waitress Mr. Kudo saw really was Maggey...
Maya:
That's what we have to figure out, Nick!
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo. I would like you to please take a look at this.
Kudo:
Kah! That filthy thing would suit filth like you just perfectly. Actually, it reminds me of what my grandson looks like, just after he's done eating.
Phoenix:
Have you ever seen this before?
Kudo:
Of course I haven't! Do you think I'd forget something as dirty as that!? Hmm? Well? You half-witted clot!?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
...
.........
Kudo:
Wh-What!? What is it!? Ever since I said, "you half-witted clot", there's been an eerie silence in here.
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo. This apron... ...is the apron worn by the defendant on the day of the poisoning!
Kudo:
Uh?
Phoenix:
And as you just said yourself... ...you wouldn't forget something like this. Which means, is you had really seen this apron before...
Kudo:
Er...
Phoenix:
Yes, you know what I'm getting at! You couldn't have possibly seen the waitress from the front!
Kudo:
... Oops!
Judge:
Witness! You can't just "oops" your way out of this!
Godot:
Ha...! Well, well... Looks like we finally have a genuine trial on our hands.
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
Listen, Trite. Here are the facts. On the day of the incident, there was only one waitress in the restaurant.
Judge:
That being the defendant, Ms. Maggey Byrde?
Godot:
Exactly. And when that one waitress put the poison into the coffee cup... ...this old guy was watching!
Judge:
Hmm... I hope you understand the gravity of the situation, Mr. Kudo. The fate of the defendant may rest on what you say you remember seeing.
Godot:
Just tell the court exactly what you saw, gramps.
Kudo:
You can rely on me, Captain! My noggin's in perfect working order. I can't remember a single occasion when I forgot what burger a customer wanted!
Maya:
He can't remember? Probably more like he messes up so many times, he's blocking it out...
Judge:
Very well. Let's test just how good your memory and attention to detail is, Mr. Kudo. Tell us what you remember about the victim.
Witness Testimony
-- About the Victim --
Kudo:
He was another of those pesky young types, wearing a broken pair of spectacles.
He had a newspaper in his right hand, and the noisy brat kept rustling its pages!
The young man was listening to the wireless. I remember that well.
Then the serving girl in question brought over the javaccino.
The little fidget picked up the cup with his free hand and took a sip.
Judge:
The testimony we have just heard was to test how credible the witness's memory is. It seems to me that he remembers the victim in a great deal of detail.
Kudo:
Oh, yes! I hate those you-know-what types who are so vague about everything!
Maya:
How are we going to handle this, Nick?
Phoenix:
We only need to do one thing. We just need to prove that the old man's memory is shot.
Maya:
Just trip him up, you mean? Isn't that kind of cruel?
Phoenix:
(I suppose... But it's what I do best.)
Cross Examination
-- About the Victim --
Kudo:
He was another of those pesky young types, wearing a broken pair of spectacles.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Spectacles?
Kudo:
Dark glasses to you! One of the lenses was green, but the other was broken. Newfangled rubbish! That's why I remember him so well.
Phoenix:
(He did have some kind of lens over his left eye... But I wouldn't have called it a pair of glasses.)
Judge:
Hmm... He seems to have been wearing some rather modern-looking shades. Perhaps I should take to wearing some, and rival Mr. Godot's sharp appearance.
Maya:
Ah! We better come up with something sharp, and quick!
Phoenix:
(Guess I'll wait and see if I should challenge him about the "spectacles"...)
Kudo:
He had a newspaper in his right hand, and the noisy brat kept rustling its pages!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The newspaper was a sports paper, was it?
Kudo:
That young hooligan! I nearly asked him, "Can't you even read without fidgeting, hmm!?" How was I supposed to be able to read the back page with all that rustling going on!? I needed to find out if Gusten Brawn retained his championship title!
Phoenix:
(It was his paper, not yours! If you wanted to know so bad, why didn't you buy your own!?)
Kudo:
What are looking at me like that for, hmm!? How dare you judge me!
Phoenix:
Ow! Ooow!
Maya:
Gusten Brawn got beaten yesterday, by the way. Anyway...
Kudo:
The young man was listening to the wireless. I remember that well.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The wireless?
Kudo:
The decadent young rascal! In my day, it was one or the other! Read the paper, or listen to the wireless!
Phoenix:
(...Oh boy.)
Kudo:
And using an earpiece! It's selfish, that's what it is! I was straining my ears, but I couldn't catch any of it.
Phoenix:
(Was he that desperate to listen to the radio...?)
Kudo:
What are looking at me like that for, hmm!? How dare you feel sorry for me!
Phoenix:
Ow! Oooow!
Kudo:
Then the serving girl in question brought over the javaccino.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean the waitress, who you only saw from behind, right?
Kudo:
You're one of those, are you? You never let anything go, isn't that right?
Phoenix:
...Maybe.
Kudo:
What does it matter if I saw her from the front or from behind!? My eyes don't lie!
Phoenix:
Ow! Oooow! (I better not push it until I've got some hard evidence.)
Kudo:
The little fidget picked up the cup with his free hand and took a sip.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"His free hand"?
Kudo:
Yes.
Phoenix:
Which hand was that?
Kudo:
Weren't you listening before, cloth-ears!? I said he was rustling the newspaper with his right hand, didn't I? If his free hand wasn't his right hand, then which hand was it, you moron!
Phoenix:
Ow! Oooow!
Godot:
Ha...! Perhaps the great Mr. Trite has three hands!
Phoenix:
(Yeesh! I was only asking! No need to gang up on me and treat me like a freak!)
Present Coffee Cup
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Kudo. Do you remember what you were told at the start of testimony?"
Phoenix:
(The whole point of this cross-examination is to establish just one thing... That this old guy's memory has more holes than a slice of Swiss.)
Maya:
I guess we just need to find a contradiction in his testimony somewhere, huh?
Phoenix:
(Anything will do. Even the smallest detail. We just need one mistake, and he's ours!)
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo. Do you remember what you were told at the start of testimony? That this was a way of testing the credibility of your memory?
Kudo:
I know, I know! There's nothing wrong with my memory, I tell you! Nothing! If I got anything wrong, I'll eat these seeds and sing the pigeon song!
Godot:
Care to tell us where this is going, Trite?
Phoenix:
According to Mr. Kudo, the victim was holding the paper in his right hand... ...while drinking coffee with his free hand, which would make that his left.
Kudo:
Kah! What is this? Kindergarten?
Phoenix:
But I would like the court to please take a look at this.
Judge:
That's the cup victim used, correct?
Phoenix:
Yes, and on the rim, you'll notice the mark left by the victim's lips.
Judge:
Yes. There is a stain left by the coffee.
Phoenix:
If you consider where that stain is, you'll clearly see... ...that the victim was holding the cup in his right hand!
Kudo:
But how...?
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Kudo. The court is waiting for your epic performance! You said you'd eat those seeds and sing the pigeon song!
Kudo:
Aaaargh!
Judge:
Mr. Kudo... I'm afraid this is simply not acceptable. I think the witness had better go back to the park where he came from.
Kudo:
WAAAAIT! If you think I'm going to stand here and listen to you tell me I'm mad, you're wrong! I don't care about that dirty coffee cup! I know what I saw!
Judge:
Y-You still insist on your testimony?
Kudo:
That young brat was holding the cup in his left hand! Oh, yes. No question! I'm a good, law-abiding citizen, I am. It's that dead young hotbot and you, you spikey-haired yahoo, who are at fault!
Phoenix:
(Who, me!?)
Judge:
Th-Thank you, old man. We've heard quite enough from you already.
Kudo:
Don't call me "old man", old man! Been around for 68 years, I have. You can't ignore me! LISTEN TO WHAT I'VE GOT TO SAAAAY!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Mr. Kudo, but...
Godot:
Sure, why not hear a little more?
Judge:
M-Mr. Godot!
Godot:
But this is my 16th cup of coffee... So this is your final stand.
Kudo:
Thank you, Captain! You can rely on Victor!
Witness Testimony
-- Left Hand or Right Hand --
Kudo:
The boy was wearing the earpiece on the same side as the green lens of his specs.
He kept fiddling with it all the time.
He was fiddling with it just before he picked up the cup, too.
And then he used the same hand to pick up the cup. His left hand!
Judge:
We know that the victim was wearing an unusual monocle over his left eye.
Godot:
It wasn't a monocle, Your Honor. It was a small computer monitor often used by programmers.
Judge:
A monitor? You mean, like a television screen!?
Godot:
The inside of the lens is a screen that displays computer data. It's called an HMD. It's a common tool in the victim's line of work.
Kudo:
HDTV, DVD, CD... All these newfangled letters drive me mad! But they don't matter. I know what I saw, and I'm telling the truth!
Phoenix:
(It's true... He doesn't seem to be lying.)
Kudo:
And those are the facts, in good old black and white!
Cross Examination
-- Left Hand or Right Hand --
Kudo:
The boy was wearing the earpiece on the same side as the green lens of his specs.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So the victim was wearing an HMD.
Kudo:
HDTV, CD, DVD... What does it matter!?
Phoenix:
(It was none of them actually, but anyway...) And you're sure that he was wearing the earpiece on the same side?
Kudo:
No question! I could only see that side of his head from where I was sitting.
Phoenix:
(Yeah. That's pretty obvious if you look at the floor plans. From the opposite table, he'd only have a view of the side of the victim's head.)
Present Victim's Prescription Bag or Glen Elg profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'm not sure what the relevance of this is, but..."
Kudo:
He kept fiddling with it all the time.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
It seems you kept an eye on Mr. Glen Elg.
Kudo:
He was getting on my nerves! Rustling that newspaper and fiddling with his earpiece all the time! And then he went and made all that fuss dying from one sip of javaccino! I wanted to say to him, "Calm down, you young brat!" Just looking at him made me suddenly speed up my seed eating! I could've chocked!
Phoenix:
(So I take it the victim was a walking ball of nervous energy...)
Kudo:
He was fiddling with it just before he picked up the cup, too.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The earpiece you mentioned... Which hand did the victim touch it with?
Kudo:
... You're one of those people! One of those people who uses his left hand to get things out of his right pocket. Or fastens his left cuff with his right hand? And when the tour guide says, "On your right side, you'll see the famous blah-blah"... ...you're the only one who deliberately looks left! Well? Aren't you?
Phoenix:
N-No! I didn't mean...
Kudo:
Obviously he used the hand on the same side of his body that the earpiece was in!
Phoenix:
Ow! Oooow! Ow! (So, if he had the HMD on his left side, then it was his left hand, I guess...)
Kudo:
And then he used the same hand to pick up the cup. His left hand!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You seem very sure of yourself, Mr. Kudo.
Kudo:
That's because I know what I saw, no matter what tricks you try to play on me!
Phoenix:
(It looks like he really did see the guy picking the cup up with his left hand. This is a dead end!)
Maya:
Well, Nick? What do you think?
Phoenix:
I think the guy's telling the truth. But even so... Something's not quite right.
Maya:
Then chuck evidence at him until he breaks!
Phoenix:
(But if he's not lying, there wouldn't be any contradictions in his testimony, right?)
Phoenix:
I'm not sure what the relevance of this is, but... Mr. Kudo! There is something very strange about your observations of the victim.
Kudo:
What!?
Phoenix:
You say he was wearing the earpiece on the same side as the HMD.
Kudo:
No question! You can lock me up if I'm wrong! It was his left ear, without a doubt! I could only see that side of his head from where I was sitting.
Phoenix:
I don't think so.
Kudo:
Wh-What did you say!?
Phoenix:
You're no doubt unaware of this fact, Mr. Kudo. But the victim couldn't hear with his left ear! His eardrum was ruptured!
Kudo:
Eh?
Phoenix:
Traces of medication for his condition were found in his ear canal. That's right! It's impossible that the victim was wearing his earpiece in his left ear. Because he couldn't even hear in that ear!
Kudo:
... Is that true, Captain?
Godot:
...It is.
Kudo:
...Pi... Pi-Pi-Pigeon! Hm-hm-hmm... Pretty pigeon! Hm-hm-hmm...
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Phoenix:
This witness's testimony is completely unreliable! He only saw the witness from behind. And he claims the victim was wearing an earpiece when we know his eardrum was ruptured! Well, Mr. Godot!?
Godot:
Aaaargh! A single drop of milk is all it takes to destroy the pure black magic in the cup! The old man... ...is my drop of milk!
Kudo:
Captain! Are you calling me a drip!?
Judge:
This is the victim's coffee cup in which the potassium cyanide was found. The mark on the rim clearly shows that the victim picked it up with his right hand!
Kudo:
I'll never back down! I know I'm right! The lad drank his javaccino with his left hand!
Godot:
Let me put you out of your misery... Clearly, the victim used both hands. He took a sip with the cup held in his right hand, and then switched to his left... That's what the old man saw!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Impossible! The witness has already testified on numerous occasions... ...that the victim died immediately after taking just one sip of the coffee.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Which hand the victim used to pick up his cup is irrelevant, Your Honor. The facts still stand! With one hand or the other, Mr. Elg drank the poisoned coffee... ...Like this!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Sadly, Mr. Godot, that doesn't wash! The point of this testimony was to establish whether the witness's memory was credible. And the results are clear! The testimony given by this witness is useless!
Godot:
Puuuurgh!
Judge:
I believe it is time to conclude today's proceedings. I am satisfied that the witness is not deceiving the court. But to be frank, his testimony is a farce!
Kudo:
D-Did you have to be so frank!? Take that, you pompous old fogey!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Mr. Kudo. You can't reach me from there. I'm ordering the defense and the prosecution to investigate this case further. That is all for now. This court is adjourned!
Hold it!
Kudo:
WAAAAIT! If we stop now, where does that leave me?
Judge:
Leave you, Mr. Kudo?
Kudo:
Thanks to that blue-suited young upstart over there... ...I'm just a bumbling old man who can't even dot his t's or cross his i's now!
Phoenix:
(How is your bad memory my fault!?)
Judge:
I'm sorry, Mr. Kudo, but there's nothing I can do.
Kudo:
I've kept my mouth shut until now... ...but there's something else the court should know!
Godot:
What!?
Phoenix:
There's more?
Kudo:
To be perfectly honest, it might not be anything. But I want another chance! I want another crack at you, you young shark!
Phoenix:
M-Me? (He's looking at me like I'm some sort of evil Shogun...)
Kudo:
Well, everyone? What do you say to one final showdown? The final chapter in this eccentric old man's scrapbook!
Godot:
Sorry, gramps... I've already had my 17th cup of coffee.
Kudo:
What have you got to lose, Captain? I'll give you all the coffee you want if you come to my house after the trial. I may be 68 years old, but Victor Kudo is still a man!
Judge:
That's enough, witness. I believe it will be quicker for the court to just hear your testimony.
Kudo:
You bet! Much, much quicker!
Maya:
I can't believe this is happening...
Kudo:
Ha ha ha! You better get ready, youngster!
Phoenix:
I get the picture! Just quit throwing those seeds at me, would you!? (He's gotta be using some sort of infinite ammo code with that box of seeds...)
Witness Testimony
-- The Final Showdown --
Kudo:
First of all, I want to stress that this might be nothing. I'm not too sure of myself.
The young boy slumped over the table as soon as he took one sip of his javaccino...
Well, the clumsy idiot upset the vase. He knocked it right over.
It broke, and the strip of cloth covering the table got completely soaked!
Well!? How about that? Turned things upside-down, hmm?
Judge:
... Um... Is that all?
Kudo:
Yes, that's all. I remember it perfectly. Eh!? You're doubting me again? You're doubting a poor, defenseless old man!?
Judge:
N-No. We are not doubting you, Mr. Kudo.
Maya:
Don't you get the feeling there's a question hanging on everyone's lips, Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah. "So what?" probably! That's all I can think of, and I have to cross-examine this guy!
Kudo:
You're a birdbrain, that's why that's all you can think of!
Judge:
Very well... Mr. Wright. Your final cross-examination, please.
Cross Examination
-- The Final Showdown --
Kudo:
First of all, I want to stress that this might be nothing. I'm not too sure of myself.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Um... The court generally prefers if witnesses are sure of themselves, Mr. Kudo.
Kudo:
Noisy brat! I'm warning you, I'm more savage than a macho man right now! You won't beat me with this testimony! This is the final battle!
Phoenix:
Ow! Oooow! (He's chucking those seeds harder than ever! I better be careful...)
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Nail him!
Kudo:
The young boy slumped over the table as soon as he took one sip of his javaccino...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The court has already heard that testimony, Mr. Kudo...
Kudo:
I know that! I was just setting the mood. How else am I supposed to build up the suspense, hmm!?
Phoenix:
The suspense?
Kudo:
Isn't it enough? Should I work the audience a bit more?
Judge:
No, no! Please continue, Mr. Kudo. As quickly as possible!
Kudo:
Alright. Now where was I...? ...Ah yes. The young boy slumped over the table, and...
Kudo:
Well, the clumsy idiot upset the vase. He knocked it right over.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A vase, you say?
Kudo:
Yes. There are vases on all the tables in that place. They're accidents waiting to happen! They're practically begging to be knocked over!
Phoenix:
(Well, he's right about there being vases. I do remember seeing them, too... There was a vase on the table when I ate munch there.) And you saw the moment when the victim actually knocked over the vase?
Kudo:
Well... it's hard to say... It's a bit unclear... How do you really define...
Phoenix:
OK, I get it.
Kudo:
I heard it break! And the sight of it is burned into my memory as clear as day!
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Kudo. This is a photograph of the crime scene."
Kudo:
It broke, and the strip of cloth covering the table got completely soaked!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Soaked in water, you mean?
Kudo:
Yes. It splashed me on the knee as well.
Phoenix:
You said you were sitting at a table across the room from the victim, correct? And yet, the water still managed to splash onto you?
Kudo:
... It was cold! I clearly remember it splashing me!
Phoenix:
(Could the water really make it all the way across to the other side of the room...?)
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Kudo. This is a photograph of the crime scene."
Kudo:
Well!? How about that? Turned things upside-down, hmm?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean, the vase on the victim's table falling upside-down and breaking?
Kudo:
The vase turned upside-down, and my testimony's turning this case upside-down... It's a joke! I just wanted everyone to hear it! What do you think, Captain!?
Godot:
...I'm impressed. By your ability to waste time.
Phoenix:
(Godot hasn't raised any objections for a while now...)
Kudo:
So, you young show-off! With that scrap of information, I'm throwing down the gauntlet! If I lose this one, I'll take it like a man and admit defeat!
Phoenix:
He's really giving you the evil eye, Maya.
Maya:
It's you he's looking at, Nick, not me! It's like he's saying, "I triple dog dare you to find a contradiction, young'un!"
Phoenix:
I guess I'll just have to rise to the challenge then...
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo. This is a photograph of the crime scene.
Kudo:
Hmph! So what?
Phoenix:
Look carefully at the table. The vase is there... intact!
Kudo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Lost your tongue, granddad?
Kudo:
... I'm no granddad of yours, hop scotch!
Phoenix:
Ow! Oooow!
Judge:
Enough! If you throw any more seeds in this courtroom, the cleaners will be here all night.
Kudo:
Aaaaaah!
Judge:
... What is it now?
Kudo:
I just remembered something!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes...? Go on...
Kudo:
The broken vase... Ha ha! It was on my table!
Phoenix:
Wha...?
Kudo:
Ah, well... You see... It startled me when that young lad collapsed. So I stood up. That must've been when it fell over. The vase on my table, I mean.
Judge:
The vase on your table?
Kudo:
Ah ha ha! Yes, it was on my table! And that's how my groin came to be completely soaked.
.........
Judge:
*sigh* Thank you, Mr. Kudo. You've certainly earned your kudos for today.
Kudo:
Er, I'd like to ask a question now. Have I, er... Have I been any use at all?
Judge:
Perhaps that's something you should reflect on yourself, Mr. Kudo.
Kudo:
Aaaargh! WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE! If that's the case, there's more! I've got more to say! Oh, yes! I remember something else...
Judge:
Bailiff! Escort the witness out of the courtroom!
Kudo:
WAAAIT! LISTEN TO MEEEEEE!
Judge:
Well! We seem to have been considerably sidetracked. And I am still not in a position to deliver a verdict.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
The defendant has not been positively identified as the waitress in question. Additionally, there are two disparities in the testimony we have heard thus far.
Phoenix:
The mark on the coffee cup that the victim supposedly drank from with his left hand. And the earpiece which was inserted into his left ear, out of which he couldn't hear.
Maya:
Wow, Nick! You did it!
Judge:
I therefore require both the defense and the prosecution to further investigate the facts.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Godot:
...
Judge:
There is one more thing before I call today's session to an end.
Phoenix:
O-One more thing, Your Honor?
Judge:
The witness we just heard from... He is most insistent that his testimony should be of use. So he's summarized it accordingly into this statement.
Phoenix:
Um... OK...
Judge:
You may each have a copy of it, if you wish.
Godot:
Whatever. The prosecution doesn't need props like that.
Maya:
Godot's really mad, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I would be, too.
Judge:
Very well. Here you are then, Mr. Wright. There are 3 copies. My own, yours, and Mr. Godot's.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Victor's Testimony added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
("I'm sorry"? This isn't a piece of testimony! More like a five year old's apology...)
Maya:
What the heck are we supposed to do with 3 copies...?
Judge:
That is all. This court is adjourned!
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for mis-interpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Maggey Byrde...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately... ...to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
Recipe for Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
January 7, 12:52 PM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
So how do you think the trial went this morning?
Phoenix:
How do you think it went!?
Maya:
It got a bit crazy in there. I just wonder if that killed our chances.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess it did get out of hand. Mr. Kudo's testimony did nothing to help us. Plus, now we don't even know the identity of the waitress who laced the coffee.
Maya:
All we know is what old Mr. Kudo saw... The apron straps, and the ribbon.
Phoenix:
And that the victim was wearing an earpiece when his eardrum was ruptured.
Maya:
Talk about a terrifying case of contradictionitus.
Phoenix:
Time to play doctor and find ourselves a cure then, huh?
Maya:
Yeah, we've gotta find one for Maggey, or she's going to have a terminal case of guilty!
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
Well? I'm officially at a loss as to where to start.
Maya:
Yeah, me too. Let's try some brainstorming. You go first.
Phoenix:
I guess we should try to put Mr. Kudo's testimony to some sort of use.
Maya:
Yeah, that's true.
Phoenix:
And we need to figure out the identity of the waitress and who the victim really was... Somehow, I think the key to this case has got to be at Trés Bien.
Maya:
Well then, let's go back there and check it out again. Oh! And we should drop in on Maggey and see how she's doing, too.
Any ideas
Phoenix:
So... Anything on your mind?
Maya:
Actually, there is something...
Phoenix:
...?
Maya:
I was wondering about Xin Eohp... You know, like what he's like and stuff.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about that guy.
???:
I atta beat you so hard, it'll feel like youse were smoochin' the express train!
???:
Phoenix Wright? Youse sayin' YOU' Phoenix Wright?
???:
Cause I'M Phoenix Wright. The one and only!
Phoenix:
Actually... I've learned a little something about my doppelganger.
Maya:
Huh? You did? What did you find out?
Phoenix:
(Oh, yeah, Maya was working at the restaurant when I ran into Don Foneeonay...) Let's just say he was such a terrible version of me that I wanted to sue for defamation! (What's that guy's story, anyway? What does he have to gain by impersonating me?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
That badge is totally useless, Nick.
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Maya:
I mean, no one suspected that Xin Eohp wasn't a real lawyer. I bet he didn't have an attorney's badge!
Phoenix:
...I guess you're right.
Maya:
Or maybe he did have one! And maybe he switched your real one for a "fugazzi"!
Phoenix:
My badge? A fake!? ... Ha ha ha... That's a good one, Maya...
Maya:
Why the nervous laughter? ...Aha! I knew it! Your badge really IS fake, isn't it Nick?
Sports Paper
Maya:
This doodle here... It was drawn by the victim, right?
Phoenix:
This is a newspaper from the day of the incident, so, yeah, we've got to assume so. There must be a clue in there somewhere.
Maya:
I guess we should show it around and see if anyone can tell us more about it.
Magazine Clipping
Maya:
I can't believe there's a fake Nick running around.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know. What's the deal with that? Why's he impersonating me?
Maya:
Maybe he's got something against you. People do tend to have a distinct distaste for you, Nick.
Phoenix:
(True enough... The only thing prosecutors seem to like about me is pushing me around...)
Maya:
Or... maybe he's got something against Maggey.
Phoenix:
(So he pretended to be me to get Maggey convicted?)
Scooter
Maya:
That thing must've been in an accident. It's a total wreck!
Phoenix:
That's what the guy I met at the park was riding. And I'm betting he's the fake me.
???:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar! Cause I'M Phoenix Wright. The one and only!
Phoenix:
His voice is still ringing in my ears.
Maya:
Introduce me next time, Nick! I want to meet Xin Eohp, too!
Jean's Loan Contract
Maya:
A loan of half a million dollars! I wonder what Mr. Armstrong did to get into that much debt.
Phoenix:
I'm going to guess he spent money needlessly. You'd better watch your spending, too.
Maya:
Hey, I've got a great idea! What if Mr. Armstrong charged $20,000 for the Twin-T set?
Phoenix:
If you hit people with that kind of bill, Maya, they will hit you back!
Victor's Testimony
Maya:
A letter of apology from the old man? Aww, how sweet.
Phoenix:
Actually, it's his "testimony"... If you can call it that.
Maya:
So? What's it say? ..."I broke the vase at my seat. I'm sorry."? Heh heh! I used to break things all the time when I was little, you know. And I used to have to write apologies all the time, too.
Phoenix:
(Well, Pearls and Adrian seem to have picked up where you left off...)
Coffee Cup
Maya:
That's the cup the poison was in, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Yeah, and the stain on the rim shows that the victim used his right hand to pick it up.
Maya:
But the old man swore he saw the victim pick it up with his left hand...
Phoenix:
(If Mr. Kudo wasn't mistaken, then what could account for this contradiction...?)
Victim's Lottery Ticket
Maya:
Maybe I should try the lottery sometime, too.
Phoenix:
Sure, why not? If you hit the jackpot, you could win half a million bucks.
Maya:
So, what are you waiting for, Nick? Buy one!
Phoenix:
No way! Don't you know the lottery is a tax on people who are bad at math!
Maya:
Blah. Fine then. At least I can add it to the newly renamed "Paths to Wealth"! I'll have to call Pearly later and have her add, "Buy lottery tickets whenever possible."
Apron
Maya:
It's almost surreal that this artsy apron is what got us this far.
Phoenix:
Well, as art goes, this piece definitely leaves an impression.
Maya:
I guess that means the old guy never saw the front of it, huh? Which means he didn't see the waitress's face, either...
Potassium Cyanide
Maya:
I can't believe they found this in Maggey's pocket.
Phoenix:
Yeah, but she was passed out, right? So the killer could've easily planted it on her.
Maya:
Where do you even get a hold of something like this? It's not like you can go down to your local CostMo' and buy it in bulk for $5 a pound!
Phoenix:
(She has got a point... How the killer got a hold of this poison is pretty important.)
Victim's Prescription Bag
Maya:
"New Ear Otolaryngological Clinic". Hmm... I guess if your eardrum was ruptured, you couldn't listen to the radio, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah. It'd be pretty pointless to wear an earpiece of any kind.
Maya:
The medication in the bag is missing too, right?
Phoenix:
(The mysterious vanishing medication... Much like our mysterious "other person"...)
Maya Fey profile
Phoenix:
So? How's your spirit medium training going?
Maya:
Well, I'm kind of taking a break... I'm having a bit of trouble right now, you know?
Phoenix:
(Last year's incident must still be on her mind... I haven't seen Maya train at all since then. I think Mia said it's because Maya's "at a loss these days"...)
Mia Fey profile
Phoenix:
Mia really bailed me out again yesterday.
Maya:
Argh! That seedy old man was so rude to me! He didn't realize just how awesome I am. If he had, I bet he would've treated me better.
Phoenix:
Since when did you become so awesome?
Godot profile
Maya:
Godot got it good today, huh? He was even smoking at me end there!
Phoenix:
He'll have a new witness ready for tomorrow, though. You can count on it. (We need to figure out the facts before then, or we're doomed!)
Maggey Byrde profile
Maya:
A lot of strange conflicting things kept popping up today in the trial, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah, and they seemed to come out of nowhere.
Maya:
That's why we've gotta go talk with Maggey and get out this whole thing straightened out!
Phoenix:
(Maggey said that when she brought the victim his coffee... ...there was one more people sitting at the table. This single contradiction is probably the most important one we have to resolve...)
Glen Elg profile
Maya:
Have you noticed the victims in our cases tend to be people we know nothing about, Nick? Take Glen Elg, for example.
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it...
Maya:
We don't know what kind of guy he was, or why he was killed. I say it's time to get out there and find some answers!
Dick Gumshoe profile
Maya:
I really felt sorry for Gumshoe today. He really wanted to help Maggey out, but he kept getting backed into a corner.
Phoenix:
Maggey took it pretty bad, didn't she? Do you think she feels betrayed?
Maya:
Maybe. We've got to cheer her up somehow. She's a friend, after all.
Phoenix:
(A friend? Hmm... Never really thought of it that way, but I guess she is.)
Victor Kudo profile
Maya:
It's the seedy old man! What's his name again?
Phoenix:
Vermin Kudo, is it? I can't remember, either. I've never seen a witness mess up so badly in court before.
Maya:
Better stay away from him a while, huh?
Phoenix:
(Yeah. It might be more than seed that he chucks at me next time.)
Jean Armstrong profile
Maya:
The chef's a witness too, right?
Phoenix:
I suppose so. He was in the kitchen at the time of the incident.
Maya:
Well, since Old Man Seeds's testimony is pretty much useless to us... ...I guess we should speak to Mr. Armstrong again, huh?
January 7
Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Maya:
Looks like Gumshoe's not here.
Phoenix:
Never mind that. What's going on? It feels different in here somehow...
Maya:
You think?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Everyone seems to be on edge.
Detective:
What are you doing!? Call in the officers for the briefing, quick! Can't you shut down the station's server? Chief! Quit playing on the Internet!
Chief:
But my e-mail pen pal, 1337aZnPrInceSz!
Detective:
Save it for later! I'm turning it off NOW!
Chief:
Noooo! 1337aZnPrInceeeeeSz!!
Maya:
Everyone's keeping busy in here, huh?
Phoenix:
Keeping busy? More like panicking, if you ask me. (Something's going on. Something big...)
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Even pickpockets can have their pockets picked." That's a keeper! Better to go with something that doesn't sound too much like a slogan.
Phoenix:
... He must be coming up with slogans for a crime prevention campaign... ...But I'm not sure even he knows what kind of crime he's trying to prevent.
Detective Chief
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He looks lost, now that the power to his computer has been cut.
Chief:
Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to write her a real letter instead of an email.
Phoenix:
(Alternately, you could write up some reports... Just a suggestion.)
Chief:
"Dear 1337aZnPrInceSz, How are you? I'm OK! How was the show last night...?"
Maya:
Wow, what an awesome job! Maybe I should send in my resume and become chief!
Badgers
Maya:
Hey, that's the police mascot, isn't it? It's so cute!
Chief:
That's the "Blue Badger". It was my idea! I made it! And now, it's the national symbol of the police!
Phoenix:
So what's with the pink one? It's new, right?
Maya:
She's not an "it", Nick. She's a "she"! Right, Chief?
Chief:
Yup. Meet the "Pink Badger".
Maya:
So one's called "Blue", and the other's called "Pink", but they're both called "Badger"?
Chief:
You got it! They're both married.
Maya:
Um... Mr. & Mrs. Badger seem to be cuffed together, Chief.
Chief:
You got it! That's marriage for you!
Phoenix:
(Whoa... A mascot that's deeper than the deepest of deep oceans...)
January 7
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
I guess Maggey's still in questioning.
Maya:
But! But we've got questions to ask her, too! Magg-ey! Magg-ey!
Phoenix:
Keep it down, Maya! This isn't a playground, you know!
January 7
Trés Bien
Maya:
Empty, as usual.
Phoenix:
Yeah, and it's lunchtime, too.
???:
That's it! Come on, come on, come on!
Phoenix:
Hey, that sounds like...
Gumshoe:
Now just call an "8", pal! Come on! I know you can!
Maya:
He's getting really worked up about something.
Gumshoe:
Noooooo! That's the wrong number! Argh! Look like an "8" would have only netted me five bucks anyway! What a rip off!
Maya:
What's the problem, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Huh!? Oh, it's you... I, uh... I was uh... Hah hah! I was just... Hah hah hah! I was just listening to the radio, pal.
Phoenix:
To the radio?
Maya:
Hey, Detective Gumshoe's having lunch here!
Phoenix:
(He is! And he's having the Twin-T set...)
Gumshoe:
Aha ha ha... What can I say...?
Examine
Front entrance
Phoenix:
It's the restaurant's front entrance. There's a sign hanging on the door written in French. It probably says, "Open" or "Closed". It must be one or the other, but I don't know which since I dunno Jacques about French.
Maya:
It could say "Entrance" or "Exit", too. Did you think of that?
Magazine rack
Maya:
It's a rack full of fashion magazines. And they're all in French.
Phoenix:
Why don't you try wearing something a bit more "chic" something, huh, Maya?
Maya:
Yeah. I'd look stunning in some of those Parisian frocks, huh?
Table
Phoenix:
This table's set nicely. It just needs a customer.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. Do you think Old Seedy was talking about a vase like this today in court?
Phoenix:
It does look like it's ready to fall over any second. Looks kind of fragile, too.
Maya:
I bet if Mr. Armstrong charged 10,000 dollars for every vase a customer broke... ...he'd be able to pay off his loan really quickly.
Phoenix:
If you hit people with that kind of bill, Maya, they will hit you back!
Windows
Phoenix:
Wow! It's a beautiful winter wonderland out there.
Maya:
Really!? Cool! I love snow! Let me see! Huh? It's not white. It's not even snowing.
Phoenix:
Got ya! I was just kidding, Maya.
Maya:
Nick! There are lies that are OK to tell, and lies that definitely aren't.
Phoenix:
(...All I did was tell an itty-bitty white lie about nonexistent white snow.)
Partition
Phoenix:
This restaurant has partitions that separate the tables. When you're seated at a table, you can only see the tables to your right or left.
Maya:
Wow, you really can't see the table in front or behind you at all! It's the perfect setup for slipping poison into your enemy's coffee.
Talk
Today's trial
Gumshoe:
This is a nightmare! How am I supposed to look Maggey in the eye now, pal!?
Maya:
You really drove her into a corner, you know.
Gumshoe:
You always blow apart my testimony! Why, of all days, didn't you do it today!?
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... There just weren't any holes in it... for once!
Maya:
Yeah, what happened? Usually, your testimonies are like Swiss cheese!
Gumshoe:
S-Swiss cheese...?
Phoenix:
(Would he have preferred, "crumbly like aged parmesan"? Anyway, this case has already been ruled on. There shouldn't be any holes left to find.)
Gumshoe:
So... Did Maggey say anything to you? About me, I mean.
Maya:
Well, um... How did she put it again...?
Byrde:
I can't believe Detective Gumshoe! I hate him, sir! I mean it! I don't ever want to see him again!
Maya:
Something like that.
Gumshoe:
Wah... Waaaaaaaaaah!
Maya:
P-Please! Detective Gumshoe! I didn't mean...
Gumshoe:
Why!? Why is this happening!?
Maya:
He's banging his head against the wall, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Oh, man... Poor Gumshoe...)
Lunch special
Phoenix:
So, did you like the Twin-T set?
Gumshoe:
I've never paid that much money for lunch before. I was so nervous, my hands were shaking.
Maya:
So? How did it taste!?
Gumshoe:
Well... For 20 bucks, I guess... I dunno how to describe it, really. It was... delicate.
Maya:
Delicate?
Phoenix:
You mean you liked it!? It didn't taste bad to you?
Gumshoe:
...
Maya:
What's the matter with him?
Phoenix:
Looks like he's thinking...
Gumshoe:
... That's it! I've been trying to think of the right word to describe the taste. I just got it right now... "Bad"! That's it. It tasted bad!
Phoenix:
*sigh*
Gumshoe:
It's kinda hard to admit it to yourself when you pay 20 bucks though, pal.
Phoenix:
(Maybe he should've found out about the price AFTER he had finished eating...)
Maya:
Maybe that's why Glen Elg came here. Maybe he heard about the famous Twin-T set!
Phoenix:
(Glen Elg, the victim, huh... Which reminds me. We still hardly know anything about the guy.)
Maya:
Why don't we ask Gumshoe what he knows, seeing as he's here?
The radio
Maya:
So what were you all excited about earlier?
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Phoenix:
That's right! You said you were listening to the radio or something.
Gumshoe:
Oh, that? That was nothing! I-I wasn't excited!
Maya:
Come on, Detective Gumshoe! You can tell little ol' me! What were you listening to?
Gumshoe:
N-Nothing, really. It was just the, um... "Daily Exercise Show"!
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Phoenix:
(What the...!? A Psyche-Lock?)
Gumshoe:
Hah hah hah! Mmm... This lunch special's lobster is great!
Maya:
Then why are there tears in your eyes...?
The radio (subsequent times)
Maya:
Come on, Detective Gumshoe. You can tell us what you were listening to on the radio.
Gumshoe:
But I already told you. It was the, um... the... weather forecast, pal.
Phoenix:
(Didn't you say it was an exercise program earlier!?)
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Gumshoe:
It was nothing, really. Hah hah hah!
Phoenix:
(Even if it's nothing, the fact that he's hiding it makes me really curious!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Gumshoe:
Is that thing real, pal?
Phoenix:
Why does everybody keep asking me that?
Gumshoe:
I wonder what this phony of yours is like...
Phoenix:
He had Maggey found guilty of murder. Doesn't that tell you?
Gumshoe:
It tells me the guy is cruising for a bruising!
Maya:
You're really caring, aren't you, Detective Gumshoe? About Maggey, I mean.
Sports Paper
Gumshoe:
That's the sports paper the victim wrote something in, right? ...
Maya:
What is it?
Gumshoe:
I know I've heard that name somewhere before... "MC Bomber"... Yeah... I heard it real recently, too...
Phoenix:
(Wow, he actually seems to be thinking for once!)
Gumshoe:
Ack, it's no good. I can't remember...
Phoenix:
(...And he goes back to being the Gumshoe we all know and love.)
Lunch Special
Gumshoe:
I haven't got anything to say about that, pal. ... Just take it away already, please?
Phoenix:
(Spending 20 dollars on this has got to be killing him inside...)
Scooter
Gumshoe:
Hey! Are you putting this up for sale, pal?
Phoenix:
N-No! Why, would you want a busted up scooter like this anyway?
Maya:
Yeah. Plus, the seat's all covered in pigeon poop!
Gumshoe:
Who cares? If it runs, that's all that matters to me.
Phoenix:
(My phony was riding this bike... Maybe if I head back to the park. it'll be there again.)
Victim's Lottery Ticket
Gumshoe:
A one-way ticket to happiness, huh?
Phoenix:
Glen Elg died because of this ticket.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but it's still a one-way ticket to happiness, pal.
Phoenix:
And Maggey was found guilty of murder because of it, too.
Gumshoe:
...
Maya:
...Looks like anything about Maggey is an instant conversation stopper.
Phoenix:
Yeah. He's got a real soft spot for her, and it obviously hurts when you hit it!
Apron
Gumshoe:
That's the apron Maggey was wearing. Yeah, it still smells like her, too.
Maya:
Does this mean Maggey smells like ketchup?
Victim's Prescription Bag
Gumshoe:
We never did find the contents of that bag.
Maya:
It was medicine for Mr. Elg's ruptured eardrum, right?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. We found traces of it in his left ear canal. He must've used it while he was at Trés Bien. We're sure of that much.
Godot profile
Gumshoe:
Mr. Godot agreed to take this case just so he could face you, pal. He was working on a bunch of more important cases, but he cancelled them all...
Maya:
Huh? But then... ...why didn't Mr. Godot take this case... ...when Maggey's first trial came up?
Phoenix:
Yeah. that is kinda odd. I mean, everyone thought the defense was "Phoenix Wright". So why didn't he try to fight "me" then?
Gumshoe:
Well, according to Mr. Godot... ...he knew the guy was a phony right away, so he didn't want to bother with the trial.
Phoenix:
(He couldn't be bothered to tell the judge!?)
Maggey Byrde profile
Gumshoe:
Maggey's probably crying all alone right now, huh...
Maya:
Yeah, thanks to you.
Gumshoe:
Aaaaaaargh! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!
Phoenix:
Maya! Don't torch poor Gumshoe feelings like they're are some sort of cheap crème brûlée!
Maya:
You're really crazy about Maggey, aren't you?
Gumshoe:
No! No, no! I'm just... I'm not... It's not that I...
Phoenix:
(You don't have to hide it, Gumshoe! It's pretty obvious.)
Maya:
Yeah, you're way too plain-looking for Maggey. Right?
Gumshoe:
I'd arrest you right now if you weren't so right...
Glen Elg profile
Gumshoe:
This guy was a real programming genius. They called him "the walking computer" at the place where he worked.
Maya:
What happens when he crashes though!? Does he just stop moving all of a sudden!?
Phoenix:
(*groan* He wasn't a computer, Maya!)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, there's nothing between Maggey and the victim.
Phoenix:
Yeah. That's what we found out yesterday, too.
Maya:
Hey, Detective Gumshoe. Don't you have any information that's a bit more fun?
Gumshoe:
F-Fun? I, uh... Oh! I know! So, have you paid a visit to where Elg worked yet? You might as well.
Maya:
His workplace? Where's that?
Gumshoe:
A computer firm called "Blue Screens, Inc." or something like that.
Maya:
Sounds like a real stable company. This could be fun, Nick. Let's go!
Phoenix:
Computers aren't really my thing, Maya.
Maya:
We'll be fine! I know all about that hi-tech stuff.
Phoenix:
(I wonder about that...)
Gumshoe:
It's just around the corner from this joint. You should take a look.
Phoenix:
(A computer firm called "Blue Screens, Inc." huh...)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
I know I look a little rough around the edges. But the truth is, I'm a lot more "detective-like" than I used to be.
Maya:
Really? Like what part?
Gumshoe:
...Like the color of my coat.
Maya:
Ah! You're right!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, but what about what's inside the coat...?)
Victor Kudo profile
Gumshoe:
You know, in all my years, I've never seen a witness who was that confused before.
Phoenix:
Yeah, you looked pretty confused by his testimony.
Gumshoe:
Nothing against old guys, I like them and all... But... He sounded like he was pretty sure about what he saw.
Maya:
Yeah, that's the impression I got, too!
Phoenix:
(Me, three... But then, why doesn't even a single part of his testimony corroborate any of the facts?)
Jean Armstrong profile
Gumshoe:
You know what that chef said to me? "Oh lá lá! Your body is full of la toxins." And then he gave me this bottle.
Maya:
What's in it?
Gumshoe:
I don't know. The label says, "Juniper". But I'll tell you want. This stuff works like a charm. I slept like a rock last night.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, really... That's nice...
Lisa Basil profile
Gumshoe:
That lady is the boss of Blue Screens, Inc., pal. Yeah... I figure she's clean. She got nothing to hide. She seemed kinda like a doll to me. In a good way and a bad way. ... Kinda makes you think she might be hiding something.
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you think about this, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal... I can't discuss anything connected to the case.
Maya:
Hey! I thought you said you were going to help us out!
Gumshoe:
I can't help you out if I don't have any info!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I suppose the retrial has only just begun...
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
-- The Radio --
Phoenix:
Alright, Detective Gumshoe, tell me the truth. What were you listening to?
Gumshoe:
No way, pal. Now that you've made a big thing out of it, I'm not gonna tell you...
Phoenix:
We'll see about that, pal. Considering all the noise you were making while you were listening... ...it's pretty clear what kind of radio program it was. I'd say it was related to...
Present Victim's Lottery Ticket
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I'm right, aren't I?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Detective Gumshoe!?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! That's it, pal! You got me. You sure are something!
Phoenix:
(Then how come I'm still seeing the lock? Guess I was wrong... Now, what was it he shouting when he was listening to the radio...?)
Gumshoe:
That's it! Come on, come on, come on!
Gumshoe:
Now just call an "8", pal! Come on! I know you can!
Gumshoe:
Noooooo! That's the wrong number!
Phoenix:
(It seems so obvious... I'd better ask him again.)
Gumshoe:
D-Don't tell me you're not through yet...
Leads back to:
"Considering all the noise you were making while you were listening..."
Phoenix:
I'm right, aren't I? You were listening to the lottery results, weren't you? You thought you'd try to win big, just like Glen Elg did!
Gumshoe:
I-It's... It's like you can see right through me!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(Huh? I've cracked him already...?)
Gumshoe:
That's why I said it was nothing!
Unlock Successful
Talk
The radio (after breaking Psyche-Lock)
Gumshoe:
I'm usually pretty lucky so I figured I'd give it a try.
Phoenix:
What's with everyone and the lottery...?
Maya:
So? How did it go?
Gumshoe:
I won 50 cents! It'd be better to win nothing at all than half a lousy buck! I was so mad!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I know the feeling.)
Gumshoe:
I bought the same kind of ticket as Mr. Elg. When they read those results out on the radio, it really gets your heart pumping! You know they broadcast it live when they're picking the numbers? It's intense, pal!
Maya:
I bet that's what Glen was listening to on the day he was killed.
Phoenix:
Yeah. What time is it now?
Gumshoe:
Uh, it's... It's just after 1:30.
Phoenix:
And are the lottery results always broadcast at the same time?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Look, I got this flyer when I bought the ticket.
Millionaire Radio Flyer added to the Court Record.
Maya:
"Millionaire Radio"? That sounds cool! I want to try it, Nick!
Phoenix:
Then buy a ticket, Maya. With your own money!
Present
Millionaire Radio Flyer
Gumshoe:
Apparently everyone's listening to this show now.
Maya:
That's because everyone wants money.
Gumshoe:
They say that the victim, Glen Elg, was really into gambling.
Maya:
Yep. You can't beat gambling! I love it, too! I won 500 dollars last night playing cards with Nick.
Phoenix:
Huh? We were playing for money!?
Maya:
Of course! So you'd better pay up!
Gumshoe:
You're a smart one! ...Waiting for a cop to be present before asking for the cash!
January 7
Vitamin Square
Maya:
Hmm... I don't see any sign of Mr. Kudo. Do you?
Phoenix:
Maybe he went to buy another ton of bird seeds. I was kind of hoping he wouldn't be here, anyway. At least, not for now. (Besides, any more seeds today and I'm liable to turn into a real phoenix!)
Examine
Scooter
Maya:
Hey, check this out...
Phoenix:
I wouldn't get too close to that if I were you. Otherwise you might be in for a shock. My phony must be lurking someplace nearby... Just imagine! A Tiger, loose in the city!
Maya:
Meanwhile the real Phoenix is like an abandoned chick, lost in a vast urban jungle!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
Don't worry. Someday, you'll grow up and become a ferocious tiger, too! Don't lose hope!
Phoenix:
(Why is she trying to pep-talk me into becoming my phony...?)
Orange
Maya:
Looking at this orange reminds me...
Phoenix:
Of what?
Maya:
That you're supposed to eat a lot of them to ward off colds in the winter. You can't have fun during the holidays if you're sick in bed, you know.
Phoenix:
Speaking of fun, if we get Maggey acquitted, may be can all get together sometime.
Maya:
OK! ...But what do we play with someone who's never even won a game of Tic-Tac-Toe?
Phoenix:
How about we change the rules a bit, then? We could play Old Maid, and... um... We could say the person who's left with the old maid at the end is the winner. How's that?
Maya:
Not bad... Not bad at all! We could even rename the game to "Fair Maiden"!
January 7Trés BienKitchen
Maya:
Huh? Mr. Armstrong's talking to someone.
???:
I'll be back next month.
Armstrong:
Oui! Naturellement! I will be waiting for you!
???:
If you haven't got it by then, I'm afraid it might get a little... hot... around here.
Armstrong:
Non! I will 'ave everything ready, I promise!
???:
I love fire, you know... I love the way it crackles... Hee... Hee... Hee...
Armstrong:
Non, non, non! Stop it! I beg you!
???:
Then don't let me down... I'll be watching you...
Armstrong:
Mais, non! Z'is is not necessary! You can trust me, mademoiselle!
???:
Talk to anyone... and I'll drive a knife... right through your heart.
Armstrong:
Oh, non! You do not 'ave to worry. You know, you worry far too much. Maybe z'is will 'elp you relax. It is la oil of sandalwood.
???:
I do love... raw meat... from time to time... Hee... Hee... Hee...
Armstrong:
Aaaaah!
???:
I'll be taking my leave... Goodbye... for now!
Armstrong:
Urgh! I 'ave la shivers! I must rub some of my oil all over my body before I become z'e nervous wreck! Z'ere. Oh, oui, oui! Z'at feels good!
Phoenix:
Urgh!
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! Excusez-moi, monsieur!
Phoenix:
M-My eyes! My EYES!
Armstrong:
Your eyes? If you 'ave trouble wi'z your eyes, you need z'is. La oil of sandalwood!
Phoenix:
Isn't this just the leftovers of what you were just using!?
Examine
Stove
Maya:
Mmm. That smells good. Something's bubbling away nicely in that pot. It must be the lobster and abalone fricassée with balsamic vinaigrette.
Phoenix:
Isn't that what I ate yesterday for lunch?
Maya:
Yeah, I think it's been permanently burned into my brain now... ...as an example of what truly awful food tastes like.
Phoenix:
(I bet it'd taste really good if it was prepared well. ...Balsamy even!)
Talk
Trés Bien
Phoenix:
You don't exactly have many customers, do you, Mr. Armstrong?
Armstrong:
Non, you are right, monsieur. But per'aps z'at is la perfect time for you to visit me, non? Now I can give you my undivided attention, and cook for you la dish suprême!
Phoenix:
Putting on a brave face, huh?
Maya:
That's what girls do, Nick!
Armstrong:
But you are right. Business is very difficult z'ese days. Per'aps ze name is la problem. People do not understand it. Z'ey think it is "tray". I just wanted people to think z'at my restaurant was exclusive.
Phoenix:
But they think you just serve fast food on cheap, plastic trays?
Maya:
Nick! That's the kind of thing that can make a girl cry!
Phoenix:
Have you forgotten that Mr. Armstrong is a man, Maya?
Armstrong:
But z'is restaurant is my life! It is everything to me! I will defend it to la finale! No one will take it from me!
The woman just now
Phoenix:
So who was that woman you were just talking to?
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! You saw z'at?
Phoenix:
Ah, well... Yes. Sorry.
Maya:
So? Who was she!? She looked so polite and graceful.
Armstrong:
P-Polite!? G-Graceful!?
Maya:
And she likes raw meat and fires, right?
???:
I'll be back next month.
Armstrong:
Oui! Naturellement! I will be waiting for you!
???:
If you haven't got it by then, I'm afraid it might get a little... hot... around here.
Armstrong:
Non! I will 'ave everything ready, I promise!
Phoenix:
(Now that I think about it...) Hey, Maya... I think it's pretty clear what kind of conversation they were having.
Maya:
You think so? Well, then let's show him that piece of evidence and see what happens!
The woman just now (after presenting Jean's Loan Contract)
Phoenix:
The woman who was here earlier... I take it that she's... um...
Armstrong:
Why 'as it come to z'is...? What a tragedy! Suddenly I find myself so deep in la debt. It is a sign of la bad, bad world we live in, uh?
Phoenix:
(No. I'd say it's more of a sign of la bad, bad culinary skills...)
Armstrong:
Z'e woman who was 'ere... Z'e scary woman... She is from la loan office.
Phoenix:
Loan office? Is that where you borrowed half a million dollars from?
Armstrong:
Oui. Tender Lender, it is called.
Maya:
Catchy name. Just hearing it makes me wanna borrow some money.
Armstrong:
Please! You must not borrow from z'em. If you must, no more z'an ten dollars!
Phoenix:
Ten dollars? Sounds like your whole monthly stipend, Maya...
Maya:
Hey! I get a bit more than that, thank you very much!
Phoenix:
So Tender Lender is the loan office you borrowed half a million from, huh?
Maya:
I wonder if they've got anything to do with this case...
Tender Lender (appears after "The woman just now")
Armstrong:
I am weak woman. When I am upset, I 'ave to buy something nice to cheer me up. Thanks to 'im loaning me la money, I 'ave to pay back 'alf a million dollars now! I am like 'is slave. I 'ave to do everything z'at 'e tells me.
Maya:
Um... Who's this he?
Armstrong:
La Tiger...
Maya:
The Tiger?
Armstrong:
Oui. 'E is la manager of z'e Tender Lender. A terrifying man! La big city mobster! When 'e shouts at me, my knees are trembling and 'is voice is ringing in my ears for 3 days! As soon as I 'ear la noise of z'at battered old scooter 'e rides, I start to cry!
Phoenix:
(A big city mobster who rides a battered old scooter...?) Um, does this guy resemble me by any chance?
Armstrong:
Oh, non, non, non! Z'is man 'as a presence! A most formidable personality! Although... Oui, 'e does 'ave la spikey 'air just like you. Oui, z'ere is a resemblance z'ere, I suppose.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Sounds like this loan office is worth checking out after all...)
Armstrong:
If you want to visit z'e Tender Lender, it is just beyond Vitamin Square.
Maya:
Hey, Nick... If you need money, I can loan you some... As long as it's less than 3 dollars...
Phoenix:
Um... Thanks for the offer... (...Just beyond Vitamin Square, huh?)
Present
Magatama
Armstrong:
Oh, what a beautiful pendant! It would look stunning on me w'iz la earrings!
Maya:
Please don't steal it again, OK? It's one of a kind!
Armstrong:
I could just 'ave a sliver of it, non?
Maya:
I-It's not a block of cheese, you know!
Sports Paper
Phoenix:
This is the paper the victim brought with him.
Armstrong:
"MC Bomber"...? Oui...
Maya:
Does that mean something to you?
Armstrong:
Non, I only speak French, mademoiselle.
Maya:
But we found it behind your magazine rack...
Armstrong:
Oh, 'ow naughty I am! I 'aven't cleaned for such a long time!
Lunch Special
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! So you 'ave eaten my lunch, oui? Tell me, monsieur. Did you enjoy la lunch I prepared for you?
Phoenix:
It was a... unique and... wild mixture of flavors.
Maya:
That was the first time I ever had lobster, you know!
Armstrong:
Lobster? Z'ere was no lobster in my lunch...
Maya:
Huh? But, it said, "lobster" right on the menu.
Armstrong:
Mademoiselle Maya. Please, you must read la menu more carefully. It says, "A dish inspired by lobster and abalone fricassée with a balsamic vinaigrette.
Maya:
Oh. It's "inspired", is it?
Armstrong:
Oui. "Inspired" by z'ese ingredients, but not per'aps made from z'em, n'est-ce pas?
Maya:
Well, guess that's the way the cookie crumbles, Nick.
Phoenix:
(The way the lunch tasted, it's probably 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration.)
Scooter
Armstrong:
...
Maya:
What is it?
Armstrong:
Is z'is your scooter?
Phoenix:
No, no! I saw it before in Vitamin Square, you see...
Armstrong:
Mon dieu! Non, non, non! Take it away! Do not show z'at to me!
Phoenix:
(Talk about an allergic reaction...)
Jean's Loan Contract
Armstrong:
So long as z'at paper exists, I am but a delightful angel w'iz la broken wings!
Maya:
An angel, huh...? Doesn't bode well, when you think about it...
Armstrong:
Oui! Z'ey kept 'arassing me month after month. In z'e end, I 'ad to give in. I agreed to 'elp z'em.
Maya:
Help them? With what?
Armstrong:
Mais bien sûr, if I did not owe z'em la money, I would 'ave refused. But my 'ands were tied!
Phoenix:
Please! What did you agree to help them with?
Armstrong:
Non. I-I cannot say! If I tell you, z'at woman, she will slice me up... ...and eat me w'iz la salad garnish!
Phoenix:
(Eww! I hope he doesn't mean that he'll literally be sliced up and served with garnish...) I'm going to guess that woman has something to do with your loan contract. Am I right?
Armstrong:
Ah!
Maya:
Please, Mr. Armstrong, tell us about that woman!
Victor's Testimony
Armstrong:
Ah, it is true. My vases are broken all z'e time. I bought a new one z'e next day after la incident. But z'ey wouldn't let me put it on la table because of la investigation.
Victim's Lottery Ticket
Armstrong:
If only I 'ad taken z'e right lottery ticket... I would not 'ave any debts right now. I would be free!
Maya:
Look on the right side, Mr. Armstrong. You won a dollar, right?
Phoenix:
(A lack of remorse for having stolen something: Priceless.)
Maya Fey profile
Armstrong:
Oh là, là! You 'ave such a pretty smile, my petite chulip!
Maya:
Who, me?
Armstrong:
Oui. La smile is the most important thing for us girls, n'est-ce pas?
Maya:
Um... Sure!
Armstrong:
You 'ave la perfect face for a waitress, you know.
Maya:
Um, thanks. I guess if things don't work out someday, then maybe I'll be back.
Phoenix:
(What things? Is she talking about her being a spirit medium...?)
Maggey Byrde profile
Armstrong:
Oh, 'ow it 'urts me to see z'at poor girl's face!
Phoenix:
Maggey's?
Armstrong:
I 'eard she was super'umanly un'appy.
Maya:
Superhumanly...?
Armstrong:
And if she 'adn't come to work for me, she wouldn't 'ave got into z'is mess.
Phoenix:
(Huh? I'm missing something here, aren't I?)
Armstrong:
Je suis désolé, Maggey! Forgive me!
After presenting Glen Elg profile at Trés Bien - Kitchen:
January 7
Blue Screens, Inc.
Maya:
Wow! This place is so hi-tech! You can almost smell the electricity in the air!
Phoenix:
It is a computer firm, Maya. They can't work without electricity, you know.
???:
Who are you?
Maya:
Oh, umm... Hello...
???:
I'm sorry. Access is restricted to authorized personnel only. This is a computer programming laboratory. There are far too many trade secrets that could be leaked.
Maya:
Wow! What secrets!?
???:
Everything you see here is classified. No information can leave this building.
Maya:
Understood!
Phoenix:
(Who is this woman? She's like a robot from some kind of whacked edumacational show...)
Basil:
My name is Lisa Basil. I'm the company director.
Phoenix:
D-Director!? (Sh-She's human!? She seems more like a ghost in a shell. And that thing over her eye... Isn't that the same device as Glen Elg's?)
Maya:
That's an [sic] DMH, right?
Phoenix:
Nice try, but it's the other way around, Maya. It's an HMD.
Basil:
All of my programmers here at Blue Screens, Inc. are supplied with HMDs.
Maya:
Then do you write programs, too?
Basil:
No. I just enjoy wearing this.
Maya:
They ARE pretty cool! I wouldn't mind one!
Examine
Pillars
Phoenix:
Those pillars almost look like they're moving. It's kind of unsettling.
Maya:
Nah, they just look a bit twisted or warped or whatever word I'm looking for...
Basil:
This office was designed with a futuristic feel in mind.
Maya:
Futuristic?
Basil:
Yes. We tried to imagine what things might look like in the future when we designed it. It helps to soothe and calm the soul.
Maya:
... On second thought, I agree with you, Nick. This place is really unsettling.
Super computer
Maya:
Hey, look Nick! It's a super-computer! It looks like it's really smart and wise, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
Computers are only as smart as the humans who use them, Maya.
Maya:
That explains why we don't use the computer in our office!
Phoenix:
You work there too, Maya.
Maya:
Yeah, but at least I'm...
Basil:
Please. Don't argue about something that's so trivial. Otherwise the computer will laugh at you.
Maya:
She said she'd laugh at us, Nick.
Phoenix:
(She's a human, Maya, not a computer!)
Programmers
Phoenix:
He's really pounding that keyboard, isn't he?
Maya:
Wow! I bet that's where the "pro" in "programmer" comes from, huh? I guess I shouldn't be resting on my laurels. Gotta expand my skill set and all that.
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's a good idea.
Maya:
Maybe I could become Old Seedy's apprentice.
Phoenix:
(Um... And what about your spirit medium training?)
Tickets
Maya:
Wow! Look at this mess!
Phoenix:
Looks like they're all betting tickets.
Maya:
What kind of betting tickets?
Phoenix:
For betting on which horse will win a given race. They're horse racing tickets.
Maya:
Oh, wow... His drawers are stuffed full of these...
Phoenix:
(Looks like they're all losing tickets, though.)
Glen Elg's Losing Horse Racing Tickets gathered up.
Maya:
This many tickets would get you... what? A buck down at the recycling center? You're hopeless, Nick. You know what?
Phoenix:
(I'm just taking them as evidence, Maya!)
Tickets (subsequent times)
Maya:
Wow! Look at this mess!
Phoenix:
Looks like they're all betting tickets.
Maya:
What kind of betting tickets?
Phoenix:
For betting on which horse will win a given race. They're horse racing tickets.
Maya:
Oh, wow... His drawers are stuffed full of these...
Phoenix:
(Looks like they're all losing tickets, though.)
Horse calendar
Maya:
Whoa! Look at this desk, Nick! What a mess!
Phoenix:
Looks pretty average to me.
Maya:
But you can't get any work done with everything all over the place like this.
Phoenix:
You think? Real whiz-kids can work under any condition, you know.
Maya:
...!
Phoenix:
(She's trying to hint that I should tidy my desk more. I'll clean up my desk when Maya stops asking silly questions... No hurry then.)
Maya:
Hey! This calendar...
Phoenix:
What about it...? If this is another hint about tidying, you can forget it.
Maya:
Someone's marked December 3rd in red pen!
Phoenix:
December 3rd? That's the day Mr. Elg was murdered! Is there anything else?
Maya:
Yeah. Umm... It says, "Meet with The Tiger."
Phoenix:
The T-Tiger?
Glen's Calendar added to the Court Record.
Horse calendar (subsequent times)
Maya:
Whoa! Look at this desk, Nick! What a mess!
Phoenix:
Looks pretty average to me.
Maya:
But you can't get any work done with everything all over the place like this.
Phoenix:
You think? Real whiz-kids can work under any condition, you know.
Maya:
...!
Phoenix:
(She's trying to hint that I should tidy my desk more. I'll clean up my desk when Maya stops asking silly questions... No hurry then.)
Talk
Blue Screens, Inc.
Phoenix:
So... What exactly is this firm's business?
Basil:
I will try to simplify it so that you can understand... We analyze the data management systems required by certain branches of industry... ...and deliver optimum operating system and source-level components.
Maya:
Huh? You lost me on the corner of Analyze and Management.
Phoenix:
It doesn't matter. They analyze stuff. You got that much, right?
Basil:
The software we produce is distributed on CDs.
Maya:
CDs...?
Basil:
Yes. Compact disc. Digital optical storage media.
Phoenix:
(Of course, CDs are used for software as well as music...)
Basil:
It is a small firm, but all of my employees are first-class programmers. Let's ask one of them what they are doing. Excuse me. What are you working on right now?
Programmer:
I'm researching the impact of time-slicing common areas in multi-threaded code on logical access to shared global variables. Obviously, program structure heavily influences response time and performance, so the co-independence of global variables and memory overheads is vitally important to the success of the execution.
Basil:
Well, you get the idea. This is the sort of thing we are involved in. Did you good people follow all of that?
Maya:
Y-Y-Yeah...
Phoenix:
(Your blank smile just said otherwise, Maya.)
What happened
Phoenix:
You know about what happened, right, Ms. Basil?
Basil:
You mean about Glen being poisoned? Yes, I know. It's terrible.
Maya:
Can you tell us anything that might be helpful?
Basil:
I don't think so. A police officer was here earlier, too. But I couldn't tell him anything either, because... ...the waitress who committed the crime has nothing to do with Blue Screens, Inc.
Maya:
Oh...
Phoenix:
How about Mr. Elg's desk? Have you cleared it out already?
Basil:
No, not yet. It's the one, right in front of you. If there's anything that might be useful to you, you are welcome to take it.
Phoenix:
(I guess there might be a clue here somewhere...)
Glen's troubles (appears after presenting Glen Elg profile)
Phoenix:
Um, about Mr. Elg... Was he in some kind of trouble?
Basil:
I'm sorry? Why would you think that?
Phoenix:
I thought you said something about it just now? You said he got himself into trouble because he was a bit of a "loser".
Basil:
...
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(A Psyche-Lock?)
Maya:
I guess Mr. Elg is like every other man with his pile of secrets.
Glen's troubles (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Please tell us more about the trouble that Mr. Elg was in.
Basil:
I'm sorry. I don't know anything about that.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Basil:
I do not pry into other people's affairs.
Maya:
She just gave us the dreaded "professional, business-like cold-shoulder", huh?
Phoenix:
(I need to find out exactly what the victim was involved in. Looks like I've got to break her in a "professional, business-like" manner!)
Present
Glen Elg profile
Phoenix:
Um, about Mr. Elg...
Basil:
He was a top programmer. I would even say he was a genius. But he did suffer from one or two bugs in his personality.
Maya:
Oh? Like what?
Basil:
He was a bit of a "loser"... Perhaps that would be the best way to describe it. That's what got him into trouble... ...
Maya:
What's the matter?
Basil:
He was a top programmer. I would even say he was a genius. So he was really no trouble at all. A model employee.
Phoenix:
Hey, wait a minute! Just now you said something about him being in trouble! (We've got to find out what this trouble was exactly.)
Anything else
Maya:
Umm, would you mind taking a look at this?
Basil:
I'm sorry. That data is SuPer-Admin Restricted Desktop Access password-protected.
Maya:
SuPer Admin Restricted Desktop Access password-protected!? What!? This is madness!
Phoenix:
No, Maya. That is SPARDA. She won't tell us unless we say the right code word.
Maya:
A code word? Hmm... ... Sesame!
Basil:
...
Maya:
If it's not "sesame", then it must be her mother's maiden name. That's how it always is.
Phoenix:
There's no point in having a password if it's always the same thing, Maya. (I guess she just doesn't want to talk about this.)
Maya:
Maybe we should focus on asking about Glen Elg. What do you say?
Trés Bien, after breaking Psyche-Lock, clearing "The radio" Talk option, and presenting Glen Elg profile at Trés Bien, and clearing "Tender Lender" Talk option at Trés Bien - Kitchen
Gumshoe:
Well, I'm gonna head back to the precinct now. We've got a big meeting starting in a bit.
Maya:
About Maggey's case, you mean?
Gumshoe:
No, that's pretty much wrapped up now... There's another big case going down at the moment, so she's been pushed aside...
Maya:
OK. Well, see you later then.
Gumshoe:
Bye!
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
......
Phoenix:
......... Y-You better get going, Detective, or you'll be late.
Gumshoe:
Actually, I, um... I've kinda got a favor to ask. It's a big one!
Phoenix:
A favor?
Gumshoe:
Yeah... It's for, um... Maggey, actually. I was kinda hoping... you'd give this to her for me.
Maya:
What is it?
Gumshoe:
It's a lunchbox. I got up early so I could make it. I've been real worried about her. She looked like she'd lost a lot of weight.
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe... ... How many weenies are in here!? There's not a person on earth who could down this much meat.
Gumshoe:
You think? I love weenies. I can't get enough of their tender juiciness. So will you give to her? It took me ages to make, so please say you will, pal!
Phoenix:
(I can't exactly say no, can I?)
Gumshoe's Lunchbox given to Maya to carry.
Maya:
Maybe I'll eat it myself if I get hungry!
Gumshoe:
Don't forget, OK? I'm counting on you to give that to Maggey.
Phoenix:
(He's finally gone...)
January 7
Tender Lender
Maya:
...This place gives off a really strange vibe, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
Looks like "The Tiger" isn't in his lair. (And that is, as they say, a very good thing.)
???:
...Welcome...
Phoenix:
*gulp* (Talk about a creepy voice! It makes your soul want to shrivel up and die!)
???:
You're here... to discuss a loan...?
Phoenix:
Uh, no. Not exactly...
???:
The manager is away at the moment... Wait quietly... please...
Maya:
She's gone! Just like that!
Phoenix:
I guess we'll just have to come back another time.
Maya:
But this is the perfect opportunity, Nick! This place reeks of suspicion! Come on, Nick! Let's take a look around, OK?
Phoenix:
Do you think it'd be OK...?
Maya:
Of course! No one will ever know...
???:
...Coffee...?
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
???:
I'll leave it here for you to enjoy... Quietly.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes! Thank you!
???:
Do not touch the desk... Please...
Maya:
N-N-Nick! Let's g-get out of here!
Phoenix:
(NOW She wants to get out of here...)
Examine
Desk on rug
Phoenix:
That's one impressive desk on one impressive rug!
Maya:
It's solid gold, Nick! Gold! Just look at that shine! Only real gold shines like that.
Phoenix:
Would you really want such a shiny desk, though?
Maya:
I don't know, but let's see what it's like to sit at a solid gold desk... Wow! I'm completely dazzled!
Phoenix:
That's because it's completely dazzling!
Maya:
I can see up my nose in the reflection! That's gotta be really distracting!
Phoenix:
(So the desk isn't practical. No surprise there.)
Punching bag
Maya:
What's this?
Phoenix:
It's a punching bag.
Maya:
What!? No way. You wouldn't catch me walking around with a bag like that!
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "walking around"?
Maya:
The design's gross to start with, and it's way too heavy to be practical. And why's it called a "punching"-bag? Don't people know messenger bags are in! I knew it. I was right before, back at Trés Bien. Paris fashion is more my thing.
Phoenix:
(I really, really hope she's pulling my chain on this one.)
CD player
Phoenix:
There's a CD player on the desk. But the desk is so loud, it's a wonder you can hear it.
Maya:
The lid's open. I wonder what kind of music The Tiger's into.
???:
Have you finished... ...the coffee?
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, thanks. It was... lovely.
???:
... So... You drank it... all? Hee... Hee... Hee...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
... *gulp*
???:
...If you touch anything else that doesn't belong to you... There's always another cup...
Phoenix:
(Th-That coffee! I-It was laced with something! I'm almost sure of it!)
Maya:
Nick! My stomach... It's killing me! ... Oh, wait. Maybe it was just the burger I ate for breakfast...
Phoenix:
I-I sure hope so... (We better take a look at that CD while we're still alive and have the chance...) What the...!?
Maya:
What!? It's not the Rocko soundtrack, is it? Claw of the Tiger?
Phoenix:
It's... It's a demo CD... The artist's name has been hand-written on the disc in pen. "MC Bomber"...
Maya:
WHAT!?
Phoenix:
(This must be the CD Maggey told us about!)
Maya:
Let's listen to it! I bet it's heavy metal!
Phoenix:
No way! That woman'll make us drink more coffee if we do!
MC Bomber added to the Court Record.
CD player (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
There's a CD player on the desk. But the desk is so loud, it's a wonder you can hear it.
Maya:
The lid's open. I wonder what kind of music The Tiger's into.
???:
Have you finished... ...the coffee?
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, thanks. It was... lovely.
???:
... So... You drank it... all? Hee... Hee... Hee...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
... *gulp*
???:
...If you touch anything else that doesn't belong to you... There's always another cup...
Phoenix:
(Th-That coffee! I-It was laced with something! I'm almost sure of it!)
Maya:
Nick! My stomach... It's killing me! ... Oh, wait. Maybe it was just the burger I ate for breakfast...
Phoenix:
I-I sure hope so...
Things on bookshelf
Maya:
Let's see... This round doll thing is called a "daruma"... I think. I figured I'd read a book or two and be more cultured, in case you're wondering.
Phoenix:
You mean you aren't making stuff up for a change?
Maya:
Heh. I bet you also didn't know that no matter what, he'll always right himself. Go on, Nick! Give him a good shove!
Phoenix:
Only if I feel like dying!
Maya:
Now, this yellow thing... This is a Japanese chess piece. I think it's a "king"? Not that I'm an expert or anything... I'm more of a Reversi person, you know.
Phoenix:
(Assuming she knows what she's talking about, these aren't exactly your typical... ..."mobster wannabe" items. They're not... "trophies", are they...? *gulp*)
Maya:
Hey... There's a piece of paper sticking out from under here.
Phoenix:
What is it? ...A repair bill? (Looks like he did some repair work on his car... Does he even have one...?) $15,000 to replace a bumper and a light!? That's insane!
Maya:
The car's registered to... the "Cadaverinis"?
Phoenix:
Huh? So it's not even The Tiger's car? (Why would someone else's repair bill be in The Tiger's office...?)
Repair Bill added to the Court Record.
Frame
Phoenix:
"Win Through Compromise"...?
Maya:
I wonder what that's supposed to mean...
Phoenix:
It must mean something if they took the trouble to frame it like that.
Maya:
Yeah well, it still doesn't make any sense to me...
???:
...That...
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
???:
That's Tender Lender's guiding principle.
Maya:
Oh?
???:
"Compromise the customer to win."
Maya:
O-Oh, I see... How about you, Nick...?
Phoenix:
Yeah, umm... Well, as long as we don't have to compromise my hair, I'd say we're OK... (That's one slogan no business owner should ever explain to their customers... *shudder*)
Ashtray
Maya:
Oh, no. Someone's dropped the ashtray on the floor. That's going to be a nightmare to clean up.
Phoenix:
Yeah. It's all over the rig and everything.
Maya:
I accidentally knocked over a really big space heater once. Cleaning up was such a pain. It was one of those super antiques where you have to burn a ton of charcoal.
Phoenix:
(How did she manage to knock one of those over? Aren't they supposed to be super heavy?)
Maya:
Oh, hey! There's a book of matches here, too!
Phoenix:
Matches, huh? Places don't give those out much nowadays. ...Hey, wait a second!
Maya:
What is it?
Phoenix:
Look what's printed on the back! It says, "Trés Bien"!
Trés Bien Matches added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(These matches could come in handy. We might be able to use them...)
Maya:
Yeah. The pilot light for the office boiler keeps going out.
Phoenix:
Swing and a miss, Maya. Swing and a miss.
Ashtray (subsequent times)
Maya:
Oh, no. Someone's dropped the ashtray on the floor. That's going to be a nightmare to clean up.
Phoenix:
Yeah. It's all over the rig and everything.
Maya:
I accidentally knocked over a really big space heater once. Cleaning up was such a pain. It was one of those super antiques where you have to burn a ton of charcoal.
Phoenix:
(How did she manage to knock one of those over? Aren't they supposed to be super heavy?)
Hanging clothes
Maya:
Hey, look at this Parisian-style coat! It's so chic!
Phoenix:
(Looks more like a pimp coat to me... Guess I haven't got an eye for fashion.)
Maya:
Hey, look at this... This suit is the same color as the one you wear, Nick.
Phoenix:
Hmm... The same color as my suit...?
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Keep your voice down, Maya!
Maya:
N-Nick! You've got to take a look at this!
???:
Some cake...?
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
???:
I'll just leave it here for you...
Maya:
Uh... yeah... sure... I, umm... Thanks...
???:
Just wait here quietly... Otherwise...
Maya:
S-S-Sure! Did you hear that, Nick? Wait quietly, she said!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah! Sure!
???:
I have my eye on you... Only so I can "take care of you".... Understand...?
Maya:
Aah! I'm scared, Nick!
Phoenix:
...So? What were you getting so excited about before?
Maya:
Look, on the lapel of this suit...
Phoenix:
That's...! That's an attorney's badge!
Maya:
Is The Tiger a lawyer!?
Phoenix:
No way! Look at this badge! It's made of paper!
Paper Badge added to the Court Record.
Maya:
For some reason, your badge suddenly looks really cheap to me, Nick.
Phoenix:
(Why doesn't anyone recognize an obviously fake badge when they see one...?)
Hanging clothes (subsequent times)
Maya:
Hey, look at this Parisian-style coat! It's so chic!
Phoenix:
(Looks more like a pimp coat to me... Guess I haven't got an eye for fashion.)
Maya:
Hey, look at this... This suit is the same color as the one you wear, Nick.
Phoenix:
Hmm... The same color as my suit...?
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Keep your voice down, Maya!
Maya:
N-Nick! You've got to take a look at this!
???:
Some cake...?
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
???:
I'll just leave it here for you...
Maya:
Uh... yeah... sure... I, umm... Thanks...
???:
Just wait here quietly... Otherwise...
Maya:
S-S-Sure! Did you hear that, Nick? Wait quietly, she said!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah! Sure!
???:
I have my eye on you... Only so I can "take care of you".... Understand...?
Maya:
Aah! I'm scared, Nick!
After examining CD player, ashtray, and hanging clothes:
???:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
(Come out from under the desk, Maya!)
The Tiger:
Whad are youse two snoopin' around in my office for!?
Phoenix:
N-Nothing. W-We were just...
The Tiger:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaar! My precious carpet! Youse got ash on my rug! You' gonna wish your ugly feet never came through my door!
Phoenix:
I-It wasn't us! It was already like th--
The Tiger:
Youse wanna argue with me!? Is that what you' doin'? You dink youse can take me on!? I'm gonna flatten youse two into pancakes and turn youse into my new rugs!
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
???:
...Oh... Don Tigre... You're back...
Phoenix:
(Ack... That voice... It's like evil seeping into your head through your ears...)
???:
...I'm sorry... Don Tigre... I knocked over that ashtray before... and...
Phoenix:
(Eek! Has she got a death wish or what!?)
The Tiger:
... Oh, right.
Phoenix:
Huh?
The Tiger:
F-Forget about it, Violetta. I-It's noddin'...
Phoenix:
(What, what, what!?)
The Tiger:
I ain't gonna get mad at you. You' too cute, you hear!
Phoenix:
(That's so unfair!)
???:
Here... Have some cookies... I just baked them... And you'll need some strong espresso... while you're discussing your loan...
The Tiger:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaar! Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes!?
The Tiger:
Youse either crazy or just plain stupid to chase after me! I worked so hard, but now youse gotta come and mess up my plan...
Phoenix:
(So it was him... He's my phony...)
The Tiger:
Heh, but I don't care. No one gets in my way!
Phoenix:
Wh-What? I mean, e-excuse me?
The Tiger:
Heh heh heh! Youse shoulda left de little girl at home, Wright.
Phoenix:
Um... I have a few things I want to ask
The Tiger:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
The Tiger:
No questions! Dis is de last time we meet!
Phoenix:
Ack! Wait! P-Please!
Maya:
...That was pretty weak, Nick. You waited until he was out of earshot before you shouted after him.
Phoenix:
(Like you're one to talk! I didn't hear you scream, "Hold it!" either!)
???:
...The espresso...
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
???:
...And cookies...
Phoenix:
(This woman is definitely not good for my heart. Now, what was it The Tiger called her...? "Violetta"?)
Talk
Tender Lender
Phoenix:
So... I'm kind of curious about your company, Tender Lender...
Violetta:
...With the warm and friendly atmosphere you'd expect from a family-sized business... ...a conscientious rate of interest... and an attractive repayment policy...
Phoenix:
(Why do I get the feeling this sentence is not going to end well...?)
Violetta:
...we will tenderly lend you that little bit extra, here at Tender Lender.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. Things are a bit tight for Wright and Co. at the moment, aren't they? I mean there's that 500 dollars you owe me from our card game for starters. Why don't you take out a loan?
Phoenix:
(Would I like to take out a loan from a place like this? Not so much...)
Violetta:
Tender Lender is... on your side... Hee... Hee... Hee...
Phoenix:
So, um, let's say I'm late with my repayment... What happens then?
Violetta:
...We'd give you more coffee... ...Strong coffee...
Phoenix:
Um, right... I think I'd rather skip down!
Maya:
Hey! Just remember I can make strong coffee too, Nick! Strong tea, as well!
What happened
Phoenix:
So, um, do you know about the incident we're investigating?
Violetta:
What incident...?
Maya:
Well, a man was poisoned in a restaurant just near here. That incident.
Violetta:
Let me see... I was here that day, with the manager...
Phoenix:
The manager being The Tiger...?
Violetta:
...Furio Tigre...
Maya:
F-Furio...
Phoenix:
...T-Tigre? (So that's where the "Tiger" thing comes from...)
Maya:
Xin Eohp's got a real name! Nick! Hurry up and find out more about him!
Saved your life? (after presenting Furio Tigre profile)
Violetta:
I'm very... frail, you see... Just recently, I... died... Once... Hee... Hee...
Maya:
You d-died!?
Violetta:
About 4 months ago... The doctors said to... abandon all hope...
Phoenix:
(I guess they were expecting her to take a boat ride across the River Styx.)
Violetta:
But Don Tigre... He saved me. He gave up everything...
Maya:
Everything!?
Violetta:
When I found out what he had done for me, I... was happy...
Maya:
No offense, but I'm finding that a little hard to believe.
Violetta:
I decided I'd pay back... with my life... by serving him coffee... and espresso...
Phoenix:
(I still wonder about what's in her coffee...) So... is that why you've got that bandage around your head?
Violetta:
Hee... Hee... Hee... This?
The head bandage (appears after "Saved your life?")
Phoenix:
Um, so what's the story with the bandage?
Violetta:
... They put it on after the operation...
Maya:
Operation?
Violetta:
It's just a little injury... A little, fatal, injury... Hee... Hee... Hee...
Maya:
A f-f-fatal injury!?
Phoenix:
(Maya just suffered one herself, by the sound of it...) So, that's the injury you were talking about before when you said you had died once?
Violetta:
...
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
...!
Maya:
Urgh! She really creeps me out, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Same here. But we've got to find out the truth!)
The head bandage (subsequent times)
Violetta:
It was very complicated... The operation... They opened up my head... And performed surgery on my frontal lobe...
Maya:
Urgh! Just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine!
Phoenix:
So how did you get this "fatal injury" that left you needing an operation?
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Violetta:
I made a promise to Don Tigre... I said I would never tell... Cross my heart and hope to drink 100 cups of espresso...
Phoenix:
Oh. (That much caffeine would raise anyone from the dead!)
Violetta:
Besides... It's a very precious memory to me...
Phoenix:
A... A precious memory...? (I'll never find out what she means if I can't break her...)
Present
Furio Tigre profile
Phoenix:
Can I ask you about The Tiger, I mean, Mr. Tigre?
Violetta:
...Cookie...?
Maya:
S-Sure...?
Violetta:
How do you like my cookies? I baked them myself... Hee... Hee... Hee...
Maya:
Go ahead, Nick! The honor is all yours!
Phoenix:
No, no! Ladies first, Maya!
Violetta:
Hee... Hee... Hee...
Phoenix:
(No matter how I look at this, I just don't get it... What are The Tiger and this scary girl doing working together?)
Violetta:
We... are lovers...
Phoenix:
(That's exactly coming across in your tone of voice...)
Violetta:
And I owe Don Tigre my life... He's the one who saved me...
Phoenix:
The Tiger... saved you...!?
Violetta:
Please, address him properly as "Don Tigre". Otherwise, I'll have to...
Phoenix:
OK, OK! Don Tigre! Of course! I'm sorry. (He saved her life? I'd sure like to how that happened.)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um, about this...
Violetta:
More coffee...? You must have more...
Phoenix:
No! Um, thanks! I've had enough. Really! (I'm so thirsty!)
Violetta:
I don't leave the office... I can't tell you about anything... except Don Tigre.
January 7
Vitamin Square
Maya:
There he is! Old Seedy's back feeding the pigeons again!
Kudo:
There! Take this! And this! And get out of my park!
Phoenix:
Like I thought, he's really mad... Come on, Maya. Just keep your head down and let's sneak away while we still can...
Maya:
What? Why? Hellooo, old man!
Phoenix:
What are you doing, Maya!?
Kudo:
Huh!? ...Kah!
Maya:
Hey, he just turned his back on us!
Phoenix:
I'm not surprised. I bet I really hurt his pride in court this morning.
Maya:
Hey, Mr. Kudo!
Kudo:
Hmm, ha-hmm, hmm... Hmm, pi-pi-pigeon, hmm... Kah!
Maya:
Look, we really need to talk to you, alright?
Kudo:
Out with the demons! In with good fortune!
Maya:
Ow! Ow! Ow! Seeds... Shell splinters... Painful...
Phoenix:
I always knew you were a demon, Maya!
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
Um... I'm sorry about what happened in court earlier today.
Kudo:
Kah! Everyone'll be talking about me behind my back now! A dirty old man who was so busy looking at the serving girl's backside... ...that he can't remember her face! A filthy, depraved animal!
Phoenix:
N-Not at all!
Kudo:
Are you listening to me, boy!? I don't care what you say, I saw that waitress put it in! She put some white powder into the young lad's javaccino!
Maya:
We hear you...
Kudo:
And another thing! The young layabout was wearing an earpiece! On the same side as the lens of his broken spectacles!
Maya:
W-We're really sorry...
Kudo:
So I made a little mistake about the vase. So what!? I know what I saw! I tell you, I tell you, I tell you!
Phoenix:
OK, OK! Take it easy, please, Mr. Kudo.
Kudo:
Don't tell me to take it easy, you spikey-haired brat! Take this!
Embroiderer
Maya:
Um... You said you were a craftsman, right?
Kudo:
Kah! The modern world casts honest craftsmen like me aside in droves!
Maya:
S-Surely it's not that...
Kudo:
I come from a long line of craftsmen. Right back to the time of the shoguns! Do you hear me!? I didn't become an embroiderer, I was BORN one!
Maya:
Actually... I'm kind of in the same situation myself.
Kudo:
I... I... I wanted to stick my fingers up that dribbling old judge's nose... ...and scream right down his earhole... "Objection!"
Maya:
Oh... So, did you want to become a lawyer when you were young...?
Phoenix:
I don't think that's quite it, Maya. I think he's just in a bad mood, that's all...
Kudo:
I've got a tsunami of frustration inside and it's ready to burst out!
Phoenix:
(If we let him start rambling now, we might never shut him up! What should I do?)
Cut in
Phoenix:
Um, actually, we've got places to go, things to check and stuff... Maybe another time?
Kudo:
Fine! Whatever! Just don't forget! I've got a tsunami's worth of grumbling to do.
Phoenix:
Yes, yes. This girl right here is really looking forward to hearing it all. Honest!
Maya:
What!? I never said that!
Kudo:
Come to the place where I work, then. Here. Bring this along with you.
Phoenix:
(What is this? It's covered in seeds... A discount coupon for a burger!?)
Maya:
He really wants someone to grumble at, huh? ...Although, it IS a burger joint...
Suck it up
Leads to:
"Guess I better let him talk..."
Phoenix:
(Guess I better let him talk...) So, there's not much call for craftsmen these days, then?
Kudo:
Of course not, you idiot! All I'm good for nowadays is running errands!
Maya:
Errands?
Kudo:
Everyone takes advantage of the elderly! "Buy some bread, gramps!" "Take the dog for a walk, granddad!" "Feed the pigeons, old man!" What am I? Some sort of two-bit community handyman!?
Maya:
Um, well...
Kudo:
"Buy some bread", now that I can understand. But what's the point of feeding some seedy pigeons!? Why don't people say what they mean!? "Get lost!" That's what they're trying to say! Oh, yes! I'm just an inconvenience, you see! At home... At that restaurant... I just get in the way, don't I!?
Phoenix:
I-I'm sure you don't. (Wait a minute! What did he just say? At home and... at that restaurant?) Hold up... By "restaurant", are you talking about Trés Bien? Did you get asked to run an errand there, too?
Kudo:
Yes, I did! The very day that young brat was poisoned.
Phoenix:
WH-WHAT!?
The "errand" (appears after picking "Suck it up" option during "Embroiderer" Talk option)
Phoenix:
So on the day of the incident, what were you asked to do?
Kudo:
Glad you asked, boy! Because I'll tell you what I was asked to do! All of a sudden that young lad slumped over the table... The serving girl collapsed... And I broke that vase. It all happened so fast, I was in a bit of a daze, you see. Then the owner shouted over to me.
Armstrong:
"Excusez-moi! You! Call la police!"
Kudo:
"Call them yourself!" I should have said back. But I didn't think of it at the time.
Maya:
So, did you end up calling the police?
Kudo:
Like I said, I was in a bit of a daze.
Phoenix:
Did you call them on your cell phone?
Kudo:
Kah! Do I look like I'd have one of those new-fangled thingamajigs? I went out looking for a pay phone, of course!
Maya:
You went looking for one...?
Kudo:
I couldn't find one right away, you know. Wandered around for 5 minutes or so.
Maya:
F-Five minutes...?
Phoenix:
So for five minutes after the incident happened...
Kudo:
Yessiree, the owner was at Trés Bien on his own.
Phoenix:
Why didn't you mention this in court this morning?
Kudo:
Well, I would have if you'd given me the chance! But you all bullied me out of the courtroom!
Judge:
*sigh* Thank you, Mr. Kudo. You've certainly earned your kudos for today.
Kudo:
WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE! If that's the case, there's more! I've got more to say! Oh, yes! I remember something else...
Judge:
Bailiff! Escort the witness out of the courtroom!
Kudo:
It's not my fault! You're the ones to blame!
Phoenix:
You could have at least told us before we got to court.
Maya:
Is it really that important that Mr. Kudo was the one who called the police...?
Phoenix:
(What's important is the unaccounted time before the police arrived. The victim was dead, and Maggey was unconscious. Which leaves that woman... I mean, that man, alone in the restaurant!) Mr. Kudo might have been chased out of the place on purpose.
Maya:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Maybe a certain someone didn't want him in the restaurant.
Maya:
Ah!
Kudo:
Oh, sure! You go ahead and say I was in the way as usual! I suppose I should've been getting myself covered in pigeon poop instead, hmm? 
Phoenix:
(We need to get more details about what exactly happened... ...from Maggey... and from Mr. Armstrong!)
The "errand" (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
So on the day of the incident, what were you asked to do?
Kudo:
Glad you asked, boy! Because I'll tell you what I was asked to do! All of a sudden that young lad slumped over the table... The serving girl collapsed... And I broke that vase. It all happened so fast, I was in a bit of a daze, you see. Then the owner shouted over to me.
Armstrong:
"Excusez-moi! You! Call la police!"
Kudo:
"Call them yourself!" I should have said back. But I didn't think of it at the time.
Maya:
So, did you end up calling the police?
Kudo:
Like I said, I was in a bit of a daze.
Phoenix:
Did you call them on your cell phone?
Kudo:
Kah! Do I look like I'd have one of those new-fangled thingamajigs? I went out looking for a pay phone, of course!
Maya:
You went looking for one...?
Kudo:
I couldn't find one right away, you know. Wandered around for 5 minutes or so.
Maya:
F-Five minutes...?
Phoenix:
So for five minutes after the incident happened...
Kudo:
Yessiree, the owner was at Trés Bien on his own.
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, would you mind taking a look at this?
Kudo:
... Kah!
Phoenix:
Excuse me...
Kudo:
You let me get a million of my grumbles off my chest, and I'll take one quick look. I've got an earthquake of frustration inside and it's ready to rumble!
Phoenix:
...On second thought, forget it. A million grumbles for one quick look doesn't sound like a good deal... for me.
After clearing "Embroiderer" and "The 'errand'" Talk option at Vitamin Square:
January 7Trés BienKitchen
Maya:
Looks like Mr. Armstrong's out again.
Phoenix:
But the place is open for business... You can't have an open restaurant without a chef!
Maya:
Hey! It's not my fault, Nick! Don't take it out on me!
Phoenix:
(Only a couple of minutes after the incident happened... Mr. Kudo left the scene, leaving Mr. Armstrong here alone.)
Maya:
Argh... Missing when we need to talk to him the most.
Phoenix:
(Maybe he's trying to avoid us on purpose?)
After breaking Psyche-Lock, clearing "The radio" Talk option, and presenting Glen Elg profile at Trés Bien:
January 7
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Byrde:
Oh, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Hello, Maggey. So they finished questioning you?
Byrde:
Wasn't it just unbelievable in court today, sir!? I'm going to stay up all night and blog about everything that happened!
Maya:
Weren't you scared? It was pretty touch and go in there.
Byrde:
Yeah, but you totally nailed that old man!
Phoenix:
Well, he was all over the place with his testimony.
Byrde:
He's not the only one!
Maya:
Huh? What do you mean?
Byrde:
Everyone else's testimonies don't match up either. Not with what I remember of the incident, anyway...
Phoenix:
(Is it possible she is the one misremembering things...?)
Talk
Contradictions
Maya:
Maggey... You know how you said that everyone else... ...provided testimony that didn't match up with what you remembered?
Byrde:
Yup. There are just so many things that don't seem to add up. The biggest contradiction is the other guy I saw at the victim's table. HE was the one who slipped something into the victim's coffee. I'm sure it was him!
Phoenix:
(But didn't Mr. Kudo testify earlier today... ...that it was the waitress who put some white powder into the coffee cup...?)
Maya:
So you really think it was this "disappearing man" that did it...?
Byrde:
Well, he's not the only thing that disappeared. The CD vanished as well. You know, the CD with the writing on it.
Maya:
Oh, yeah. The "MC Screwdriver" album, right?
Phoenix:
It was "MC Bomber", Maya. That name was scrawled on the sports paper as well.
Byrde:
They never did find that CD at the crime scene, sir.
Phoenix:
(Or the victim's medication. That's gone missing, too.)
Maya:
Ouch, my head... This is getting way too complicated for me!
After the Incident
Phoenix:
You said that you passed out when the victim, Glen Elg, collapsed, right?
Byrde:
Yes. It's so embarrassing. I mean, I used to be a cop! When I came to, the restaurant was buzzing with police. And before I knew what was going on, they arrested me, sir.
Phoenix:
So between the time the victim collapsed and the time the police arrived on the scene... ...you have no idea what went on at Trés Bien.
Byrde:
No. No idea at all. Why? Is it important, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
The other witness, the old man from the park, was pretty much chased out of the picture.
Byrde:
"Chased out of the picture"? What do you mean?
Maya:
Old Seedy wasn't inside the restaurant because he was told to go call the police.
Phoenix:
Exactly. And you, Maggey, were unconscious. That means Mr. Armstrong was alone in the restaurant for a brief period of time.
Byrde:
No... Y-You don't think Mr. Armstrong... set me up... do you?
Phoenix:
When you consider the facts... ...it's hard to imagine that Mr. Armstrong isn't involved in this at all.
Byrde:
Grr! It's like the master biting the paw of the dog that it feeds! Are you sure about this, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Well, the old man said as much when we spoke with him earlier.
Byrde:
I don't know. The things that man says don't add up for some reason, sir...
Phoenix:
(Maggey looks like she's trying to figure something out...)
Maya:
We'd better find outexactly what happened to the old man on that day.
Victor's Testimony (after presenting Victor's Testimony or Victor Kudo profile)
Phoenix:
Is there anything about Mr. Kudo's testimony that stood out as odd to you?
Byrde:
Actually... Yes. The fact that he was even testifying to begin with doesn't quite...
Maya:
...? "Doesn't quite" what?
Byrde:
Well, when I took the coffee over to the victim's table... ...it's true there was another customer in the restaurant.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, we know that already. It was Victor Kudo.)
Byrde:
But I can't really say it was an old man.
Maya:
OK, then how about calling him a really old middle-aged man!
Byrde:
No, age isn't the issue. The other customer was a woman.
Phoenix:
A woman!?
Maya:
Are you sure, Maggey!?
Byrde:
Well, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think so.
Maya:
So? What did this woman look like?
Byrde:
Umm... She was sort of creepy... And she had a kind of cackling laugh.
Phoenix:
"Creepy"?
Maya:
"Cackling"?
Phoenix:
(Why do I get the feeling I've come across a woman like that recently?)
Present
Sports Paper
Byrde:
That's the paper the victim had with him, isn't it?
Maya:
That's what we think, madam.
Byrde:
I kind of remember him having a paper, actually. And I remember something about this "MC Bomber", too.
Maya:
It was written on the CD that disappeared as well, wasn't it?
Byrde:
I don't suppose it makes any difference if there was one CD or two, right?
Magazine Clipping
Byrde:
Just thinking about the trial that day gives me the creeps.
Maya:
Was it that bad?
Phoenix:
D-Don't forget that was my phony, not me!
Byrde:
He was supposed to say, "Surely the defendant isn't the real criminal!" But instead he shouted out, "Surely the defendant is the real criminal!" ...By mistake.
Maya:
Oh, ouch.
Phoenix:
L-Like I said, that was my phony, not me!
Byrde:
I...! I don't want to think about it anymore...
Phoenix:
(Trust me, neither do I...)
Victor's Testimony or Victor Kudo profile
Byrde:
Ah, I feel much better after the trial this morning. I've been a bit of a courtroom proceedings addict for years now. It feels like forever since I was a witness as slippery as that old man!
Maya:
He's not really that bad of an old man though.
Byrde:
Still, I feel a bit uneasy.
Maya:
Huh? I thought you just said you felt much better...
Phoenix:
Maggey. If there's something on your mind, you've got to tell us. Especially if it has anything to do with Mr. Kudo or his testimony.
Byrde:
Roger! I'll spill it all and see what you make of it!
Coffee Cup
Byrde:
That's the cup I took over to the table, sir. But! I didn't put anything in it... I just... I could never do something like that!
Maya:
That's right! You could never do anything like that!
Byrde:
I'm not good at carrying those large trays, you know. Trying to balance a tray with one hand to put something in the coffee with the other... That'd just be asking for trouble. I'd drop something, for sure!
Maya:
Th-That's right!
Phoenix:
(...I-Is she expecting me to claim that she's too clumsy to have committed the crime...?)
Apron
Byrde:
Oh, yeah. That's from when I was carrying a customer's breakfast over to them.
Phoenix:
The ketchup splotch, you mean?
Byrde:
My whole face was fire-engine red, thanks to that stuff.
Maya:
But you spilled the ketchup in your apron, didn't you? I don't see how...
Byrde:
The ketchup-covered omelet went flying and hit the customer in the face.
Maya:
Oh, talk about a tomato-red face! Makes me wish I could've seen it myself.
Byrde:
Yeah, I guess... It was kind of a sight to behold.
Potassium Cyanide
Byrde:
Potassium cyanide? I've never heard of that poison before in my life, sir!
Phoenix:
...
Byrde:
OK, maybe I have. But I've never seen it before. That's the truth. I wouldn't even know where the nearest potassium cyanide dealer is in the first place.
Maya:
Potassium cyanide dealers? Sounds like another group of drug pushers to avoid...
Phoenix:
In any case, this definitely isn't something you can pick up just anywhere.
Byrde:
Ooh!! Curse my rotten luck! The criminal must've stuck the bottle in my apron while I was unconscious!
Gumshoe's Lunchbox
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah! I've got something you're going to love!
Byrde:
Really? What is it!?
Phoenix:
A lunchbox, just for you. Here!
Byrde:
Wow! A lunchbox! Weenies, too! I can't believe it! Thank you, sir! Did you make this just for me, Mr. Wright?
Maya:
Nah, it was Detective Gumshoe! Who else would make such a nice lunchbox for you?
Byrde:
Detective Gumshoe?
Maya:
He's really worried about you. Looks like he put a lot of effort into making this, too!
Byrde:
... I can't accept it. Detention Center rules. No gifts allowed, sir.
Phoenix:
Hey, come on, Maggey. Don't be like that.
Byrde:
The rules are the rules! They'll lock you up if you break them.
Phoenix:
(Somehow, when an ex-cop turned waitress says that, it seems a whole lot scarier.)
Byrde:
And anyway... I hate weenies!
Maya:
O-Oh... really?
Byrde:
It's all yours, Maya! You can enjoy it with Mr. Wright!
Maya:
B-But...
Phoenix:
... She's right... It's better than letting it go to waste.
Maya:
But! ...I guess so.
Gumshoe's Lunchbox eaten with Maya.
Byrde:
... Well? How was it?
Phoenix:
That hit the spot! I love weenies.
Byrde:
Oh, good! I'm glad I gave it to you, then, sir!
Paper Badge
Byrde:
Ah! Is that... your attorney's badge?
Phoenix:
Actually, it's a fake.
Byrde:
Hoooly smokes! That's it!!
Maya:
Huh?
Byrde:
That's the badge your phony had, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
You got duped by this...!?
Maya:
But it's a completely different color!
Phoenix:
And what about the fact that it's made of paper!?
Byrde:
He said the badge got a tan as well, while he was in Hawaii on business.
Phoenix:
(I'm beginning to see how my phony was able to gain her trust...)
Glen Elg profile
Byrde:
Ah! That's the victim, isn't it?
Phoenix:
That day was the first time you'd ever seen this man, right?
Byrde:
Yes. I'd never met or seen him before then. I just happened to be the waitress who served him his coffee, sir. That's all!
Phoenix:
It seems he was a computer programmer.
Byrde:
Really? I'm useless with computers. Completely hopeless. I don't know any computer programs.
Phoenix:
(Did she mean "programmers"?)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Byrde:
Back when I was an officer, Detective Gumshoe always looked out for me. But today! Today was the one who had to look out for him; trying to incriminate me the whole crime!
Phoenix:
You've got to remember, Maggey. Gumshoe's a detective. He's got a job to do.
Byrde:
My old boss... I thought at least he'd be on my side.
Maya:
He is on your side! He'd do anything to help y--
Byrde:
You can't fool me! I saw him in court today! I felt like a poor little baby woodpecker being pecked on the head by its own mother!
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe's testimony was pretty solid... No wonder it hurt her so much.)
Byrde:
I hate him, sir! I mean it! I don't ever want to see him again!
Phoenix:
(Ouch. I think I just saw Gumshoe's chances go down in flames like the Hinderburg...)
Maya:
I don't think it's getting through to her that he really was trying to help...
Jean Armstrong profile
Byrde:
Mr. Armstrong was very good to me after I was fired from the force. I can't believe someone as nice as him could have anything to do with this...
Phoenix:
(Well, in the time between the victim being poisoned and the police being called... ...the only person who was on the scene and had a chance to do anything... ...was Mr. Armstrong. There was no one else there.)
Byrde:
M-Mr. Armstrong wouldn't... He wouldn't set me up... would he!?
Furio Tigre profile
Byrde:
Hoooly smokes! That's him!!
Maya:
Huh?
Byrde:
That's your phony, Mr. Wright! Just look at that ridiculous suntan!
Phoenix:
Um... For the record, I'm not sunburned like an over-dried tomato so I don't know...
Byrde:
He told me he'd been on a business trip to Hawaii and that's where he got the tan.
Phoenix:
(I'm not hearing this...)
Anything else
Byrde:
I know I used to be in the police force. But I'm incarcerated, now. I don't pick up much information in here. All I can help you out with now is the menu at Trés Bien.
Maya:
Hey, come on, Maggey. Don't let your spirits fall!
After examining CD player, ashtray and hanging clothes at Tender Lender, and clearing "Victor's Testimony" Talk option and presenting Gumshoe's Lunchbox at Detention Center - Visitor's Room:
January 7
Police StationCriminal Affairs Dept.
Detective:
The main server just went up in smoke! Why the heck isn't the press conference set up yet!? The Superintendent's here already!
Chief:
Yeah. And there's a problem with the Internet, too.
Detective:
I already told you to stop using your computer, Chief!
Chief:
But I'm watching videos online! I'm catching up on my Asian soap operas!
Detective:
It's gonna have to wait, Chief. I'm throwing the switch!
Chief:
Nooo! Just when Sum Yung-Gai was about to confess to his son's hot-to-trot girlfriend!
Maya:
Wow! This place is really buzzing.
Phoenix:
Something must be going down. Something really big.
Gumshoe:
Huh!? What are you doing here, pal?
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
You can't be here right now. You'll be roped into the briefing if you stay.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
We've got big problems here today.
Maya:
Why? What's going on?
Gumshoe:
It's a virus! A virus!!
Phoenix:
(A virus?)
Gumshoe:
There's a virus ripping through the precinct's computer system.
Phoenix:
(But I really need to ask you some questions...)
Examine
Detective on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Your batteries won't last forever. Remember that when you're having fun... in bed." We have a winner! A little joke to make people think about their smoke alarms. 
Phoenix:
... He must be coming up with slogans for a fire safety campaign... ...I guess? ...Does he even know what he's trying to get across anymore?
Detective Chief
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He looks lost, now that the power to his computer has been cut.
Chief:
Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to read the paper now.
Phoenix:
(Alternately, you could read some reports... Just a suggestion.)
Chief:
What the heck is this!? This paper's more than a month old! And someone's written all over it! Who's the clown that put this on my desk? Well? Speak up!
Maya:
He just wadded it up and chucked it in the trash!
Phoenix:
But that's an important piece of evidence!
Talk
Tender Lender
Gumshoe:
OK, I'm only gonna say this once, so listen up!
Maya:
Y-Yes!
Gumshoe:
No matter how poor you get, never borrow money from a place like this, you hear?
Maya:
Um... OK...?
Gumshoe:
If you got money trouble, just go on a diet of instant noodles and hang in there!
Phoenix:
Ah, we're not thinking about borrowing money, Detective! We want information.
Gumshoe:
Oh... Is that all? Well, let's see... Tender Lender is considered to be even fishier than the average illegal loan shark. And it seems it ran into trouble just recently. Those guys have been pretty heavy-handed, calling in all their debts.
Maya:
Really?
Gumshoe:
Don't go poking your nose around in their business, pal. You'll really regret it if you upset that lady.
Phoenix:
Alright, I get the picture. (Hey, wait a minute! What did he just say!? "That lady"?)
Maya:
Who's this lady he's talking about, Nick?
Phoenix:
(We better find out what the story is with this "lady"...)
Computer viruses
Maya:
So what exactly is a computer virus, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
I dunno.
Maya:
What?
Gumshoe:
Look, I just go with the flow, alright, pal?
Phoenix:
(And here I thought detectives were supposed to be somewhat knowledgeable...)
Gumshoe:
What's with that face, pal? You think you know what a virus is?
Maya:
Well, Nick? Do you?
Phoenix:
A computer virus? Sure. I mean, only in simple terms, of course.
Maya:
Really? Wow, you know everything. Professor Nick!
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I'm gonna call you Dr. Wright from now on!
Maya:
Hey, that sounds pretty cool! Don't you agree, Dr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Why do I get the feeling they're making fun of me?) OK, fine. I'm no expert, but I can at least explain the basics to the two of you.
What's a virus? (appears after "Computer viruses")
Phoenix:
A virus is a program that gets inside a computer and causes damage.
Gumshoe:
Damage? You mean it makes the machine go "boom" and explode?
Phoenix:
No. The damage is, um... Well, it's all internal.
Maya:
So the inside goes "boom", right?
Phoenix:
Imagine all the case data you've got stored on your PCs here in the station... A virus could wipe out all that. That's the kind of damage I'm talking about.
Maya:
Whoa! That's scary.
Phoenix:
Yeah. And what's even more scary is that viruses are infectious.
Maya:
Infectious?
Phoenix:
Most computers are connected together on a network, right? A virus can move on machine to another over the network. So the virus just keeps spreading faster and faster.
Gumshoe:
Hmph. Just like a real virus, huh.
Maya:
But, Nick! Why would anyone want to make a program like that?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. It takes ages to type in all that data. Why would you wanna destroy it, pal?
Phoenix:
No. People don't infect their own machines. They send the virus to someone else's.
Maya:
What!? That's horrible!
Gumshoe:
Oh, I get it... It's like you sneezing on Godot so he catches a cold.
Maya:
Right! Then he wouldn't be able to turn up in court because he'd be too sick. You really shouldn't do stuff like that, Nick. It's wrong.
Phoenix:
Who? What? Where? When and why did the conversation jump to talking about me!? Anyway, that's what a computer virus is. A bad program that causes damage.
Gumshoe:
And all the different viruses have names, right? I kinda feel like I've heard the name of the virus we caught somewhere before.
Phoenix:
(The name of the virus, huh? I feel like I've heard of it before, too...)
MC Bomber (after presenting Sports Paper or MC Bomber)
Gumshoe:
We already knew about the MC Bomber virus from a while back. A group of criminals issued a series of demands to the head honchos of law enforcement. They threatened to release the virus if their demands weren't met.
Maya:
Who are they?
Gumshoe:
I dunno. Some hotshots from the criminal underworld would be my guess.
Phoenix:
And now the virus has been released, huh...
Gumshoe:
Yeah. It's in every computer in every public office in the city. Everyone's going nuts! They're hopping around like they're dancing at a carnival!
Maya:
All this stuff with criminals and viruses... It almost feels like we're in a sci-fi movie!
Gumshoe:
Apparently the programmer who made the virus was a real genius or something. The focus right now is on tracing the route of this virus on the black market.
Phoenix:
You mean someone put this virus up for sale?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. And because this one's so powerful... ...they're estimating its price tag was in the millions of dollars, pal.
Phoenix:
(In the millions!? A virus can be worth that much!?)
MC Bomber updated in the Court Record.
The Cadaverinis (after presenting Violetta profile)
Phoenix:
I'm not sure if I really want to get involved in this, but who are the Cadaverinis?
Gumshoe:
Who are they? A scary bunch of people, that's who!
Phoenix:
(You're a cop, and you're scared? What's that about?)
Gumshoe:
Trust me, it doesn't matter if you're kid or a cop, these guys are scary. They've got some serious clout in the criminal underworld. We can't touch them. They've got too much moola.
Phoenix:
Moola...? As in?
Gumshoe:
They pretty much control all the cash on the city's black market.
Phoenix:
The black market, huh? And that includes Tender Lender, I take it?
Gumshoe:
Sure. No one stands up to Bruto Cadaverini. And I mean, no one!
Phoenix:
(Interesting...)
Maya:
So Viola's the granddaughter of some mafia boss then?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. And everyone know how much Bruto loves his little girl. She means everything to him.
Phoenix:
So... How did she end up at Tender Lender?
Gumshoe:
I dunno, pal. But I heard she and the boss of the Tender Lender are pretty tight.
Maya:
Tight?
Gumshoe:
That's what it said in a file I read related to Maggey's case.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like a pretty important clue.)
Present
Sports Paper or MC Bomber
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, umm... about this...
Gumshoe:
What!? I'm trying to concentrate on Maggey and this virus right now, so I... Aaaaaaaaaaah!! This is it! This stupid name! I remember now!
Phoenix:
(I thought so. Here it comes...)
Maya:
Don't just nod to yourself and keep me in the dark, Nick! What's going on!?
Phoenix:
It's OK, Maya! You don't have to cry about it!
Gumshoe:
The name scribbled on that sports paper and written on that CD... That's the name of the virus! "MC Bomber"!
Maya:
WHAT!?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! The virus that's just infected every computer in the station, pal. It's MC Bomber!
Phoenix:
Can you give us any more details? Please?
Glen Elg profile
Gumshoe:
This guy was a real programming genius. They called him "the walking computer" at the place where he worked.
Maya:
What happens when he crashes though!? Does he just stop moving all of a sudden!?
Phoenix:
(*groan* He wasn't a computer, Maya!)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, there's nothing between Maggey and the victim.
Violetta profile
Gumshoe:
That's the girl who works over at Tender Lender. You wanna stay away from her, OK? I mean it.
Maya:
She does look kind of unforgiving, doesn't she?
Gumshoe:
That should be the least of your worries, pal.
Phoenix:
(What's that supposed to mean? What could be worse...?)
Gumshoe:
Her name's Viola Cadaverini. She's the only granddaughter of Bruto Cadaverini.
Maya:
Bruto Cadaverini? Do you know who that is, Nick?
Phoenix:
Never heard of him.
Gumshoe:
Bruto Cadaverini's the boss of the Cadaverini family.
Phoenix:
The Cadaverinis? (That's one scary-sounding name!)
Gumshoe:
We can't touch them. They're way too powerful for the police. But you're thinking of taking them on, aren't you?
Phoenix:
N-No! I don't remember ever saying I was going to! (I better get some more info out of Gumshoe about this "family"...)
Furio Tigre profile
Gumshoe:
Oh, this guy... The Tiger...
Maya:
Is he famous?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. This guy's not a loan shark, you know. Nope. He's a big loan cat!
Phoenix:
Hence the name?
Gumshoe:
Don't pay him back, and you'd better say your prayers, because he'll eat you alive.
Maya:
You're shaking, Detective.
Phoenix:
Like a leaf...
Gumshoe:
I'm just... you know... kinda on edge at the moment... If you know what I mean.
Bruto Cadaverini profile
Gumshoe:
I wouldn't go flashing that photo around if I were you, pal.
Maya:
Why not?
Gumshoe:
That guy rules the criminal underworld. You could get yourselves in serious trouble. I'm talking say-your-prayers trouble.
Maya:
You're shaking, Detective.
Phoenix:
Like a leaf...
Gumshoe:
I'm just... you know... kinda on edge at the moment... If you know what I mean.
After clearing "MC Bomber" and "The Cadaverinis" Talk options:
Gumshoe:
Aaaaargh! I can't believe it! I almost forgot the most important thing!
Phoenix:
A-And that is...?
Gumshoe:
You know, the lunchbox! How did everything go!?
Phoenix:
L-Lunchbox?
Maya:
You remember. The weenies...?
Byrde:
I hate weenies!
Phoenix:
(Oh, yeah... Those weenies.)
Gumshoe:
So? How did my weenies taste when they went down the hatch?
Maya:
Huh? Um... Well... It was... delicious!
Gumshoe:
Yeah? That's what she said? Really!?
Maya:
Umm... Well... Not exactly...
Gumshoe:
Don't worry about it, pal. I figured something would happen, so I came prepared.
Phoenix:
Prepared? What do you mean...?
Gumshoe:
I made a jumbo lunchbox!
Maya:
Oh...
Gumshoe:
Do me a favor again, huh, pal, and deliver this?
Phoenix:
(This sure is a heavy burden... In more ways than one...)
Gumshoe:
I can just imagine Maggey's little eyes sparkling with joy when you bring her that!
Maya:
...Weenies, again, Nick? Tell me we don't have to eat all these too...
Gumshoe's Lunchbox given to Maya. Again.
Maya:
I really can't eat any more...
Present
Gumshoe's Lunchbox
Gumshoe:
Don't forget to give that to Maggey, OK?
Maya:
But they don't allow presents for the prisoners in the detention centre, right...?
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're right... ... Well it doesn't matter. I'm counting on you to get it to her somehow.
Phoenix:
(I'm a lawyer, not a delivery boy, Gumshoe...)
Blue Screens, Inc.
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Glen's Trouble --
Phoenix:
So, how about you tell me what kind of trouble Mr. Elg was in?
Basil:
I'm sorry, sir, but we don't deal with trouble-shooting here. Perhaps you'd like to speak to someone in customer service?
Phoenix:
(What's she talking about!? I guess I'd better just take a shot and see where it gets me...) Ms. Basil. Let me ask you something. Did Mr. Elg's troubles have something to do with this?
Present Victim's Lottery Ticket
Phoenix:
Take that!
Basil:
What is that?
Phoenix:
A lottery ticket. There were hundreds of these on the victim's table at the scene of the crime.
Basil:
And what is the relevance of that?
Phoenix:
The victim, Mr. Glen Elg... ...had a gambling habit, didn't he?
Basil:
I don't think that's a logical conclusion based on the facts. Everyone dreams of being rich. Even I listen to Millionaire Radio.
Phoenix:
(She's right. That is a bit weak on its own.) But Mr. Elg's gambling wasn't restricted to the lottery, was it?
Present Losing Horse Racing Tickets
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The lottery, horse racing... He bought a lot of tickets, and lost a lot of times."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Basil:
Everyone likes to gamble from time to time.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Basil:
But be careful! If you're careless, you could lose everything -- your money, people's trust, etc.
Phoenix:
(Looks like I got that one wrong.)
Leads back to:
"I don't think that's a logical conclusion based on the facts."
Present Losing Horse Racing Tickets
Phoenix:
Take that!
Basil:
What is that?
Phoenix:
A bunch of horse racing tickets. All losing ones.
Basil:
With that many tickets, you could get 1 dollar at the recycling center. You good people are very, very bad. Cashing in on others' misfortunes is immoral.
Phoenix:
(...Why did I get a whiff of hypocrisy just now?)
Basil:
But what is the relevance of these tickets?
Phoenix:
The victim, Mr. Glen Elg... He had a gambling habit, didn't he?
Basil:
I don't think that's a logical conclusion based on the facts. Everyone likes to go to the races from time to time.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, but not everyone buys this many tickets!)
Basil:
Anyway, I don't believe that proves anything on its own.
Phoenix:
You're right. But I'm not through yet. Mr. Elg's gambling wasn't restricted to horse races, was it?
Present Victim's Lottery Ticket
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The lottery, horse racing... He bought a lot of tickets, and lost a lot of times."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Basil:
Everyone likes to gamble from time to time.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Basil:
But be careful! If you're careless, you could lose everything -- your money, people's trust, etc.
Phoenix:
(Looks like I got that one wrong.)
Leads back to:
"Anyway, I don't believe that proves anything on its own."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well? What do you think!?
Basil:
I'm not sure. Let's ask one of the programmers... Excuse me. Can you answer this man's query, please?
Programmer:
The data queue that manages system tasks for trouble-shooting requires that the multi-tasking simulation for local variables be put into sleep mode so that data transmission on active nodes can be bundled correctly according to the source code. ...Obviously.
Basil:
So I'm afraid that is the situation, you see. Did you good people follow all that?
Phoenix:
Not even slightly! What was all that mumbo-jumbo?
Basil:
It is exactly as my programmer explained.
Phoenix:
(I'm guessing I picked the wrong piece of evidence there.)
Basil:
Would you like to input another question?
Leads back to:
"I guess I'd better just take a shot and see where it gets me..."
Phoenix:
The lottery, horse racing... He bought a lot of tickets, and lost a lot of times. That's got to have hurt his wallet pretty bad, don't you think? Maybe bad enough to be the cause of some pretty serious trouble perhaps!?
Basil:
Noooooooo!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Basil:
You are right. Glen did have a gambling habit. You good people must not follow his example, do you understand?
Phoenix:
Trust me. Even if I wanted to, I don't exactly have the money to buy any.
Basil:
But... if you win, there's no problem, is there? And Glen had a winning ticket, didn't he? For half a million dollars?
Phoenix:
Yeah, but...
Basil:
It's hard to imagine how he could have been in trouble then, isn't it?
Phoenix:
It's true that Mr. Elg won half a million dollars... in the end. But that was his first stroke of good luck. He was in deep trouble before that.
Basil:
Deep trouble? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Mr. Elg's real problem was with someone or something more terrifying and ferocious!
Present Glen's Calendar
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Elg met with someone on the day he was killed."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Basil:
All good people get into trouble sometimes.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Basil:
Let's ask one of my programmers what they think... Excuse me? What do you think?
Programmer:
I'm taking a break.
Basil:
Yes. Perhaps I should take a break, too.
Phoenix:
(I wish I could take a break from my troubles, but the rest stop was about a mile back.)
Leads back to:
"It's true that Mr. Elg won half a million dollars... in the end."
Phoenix:
Mr. Elg met with someone on the day he was killed. He even made a note on this calendar about the meeting: "Meet with The Tiger."
Basil:
What is the relevance of that? Are you trying to suggest Glen was meeting him to discuss his debt?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah. That's what I was thinking.
Basil:
But I have never heard anything about this "Tiger" before. Maybe he's not even human. Maybe he really is a tiger!
Phoenix:
(I'm no programmer, but does she really expect me to buy such messed up logic?) In that case, I think it's time to introduce you to The Tiger.
Present Furio Tigre profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Furio Tigre, aka "The Tiger", is the boss of a loan office called "Tender Lender"."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well? What do you think!?
Basil:
I'm not sure. Let's ask one of the programmers... Excuse me. Can you answer this man's query, please?
Programmer:
The data queue that manages system tasks for trouble-shooting requires that the multi-tasking simulation for local variables be put into sleep mode so that data transmission on active nodes can be bundled correctly according to the source code. ...Obviously.
Basil:
So I'm afraid that is the situation, you see. Did you good people follow all that?
Phoenix:
Not even slightly! What was all that mumbo-jumbo?
Basil:
It is exactly as my programmer explained.
Phoenix:
(I'm guessing I picked the wrong piece of evidence there.)
Basil:
Glen had a lot of friends, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"But I have never heard anything about this "Tiger" before."
Phoenix:
Furio Tigre, aka "The Tiger", is the boss of a loan office called "Tender Lender". This is who Mr. Elg met with on the day of his murder. And the only thing a loan shark would talk with him about would be his debt!
Basil:
Noooooooo!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Basil:
It's true that Glen had racked up quite a bit of debt from his gambling habit. About 100,000 dollars, I think.
Phoenix:
(100,000 dollars? Ouch!)
Basil:
But I heard he won the lottery, so he should have been in the clear.
Phoenix:
(Shame Maggey couldn't get a bit of that good luck.) OK... ...So the guy got lucky and won the lottery. But what if he hadn't won? What was his plan then?
Basil:
Well... This isn't easy to say, but... He said he would use his talents to repay the money.
Phoenix:
His "talents"?
Basil:
I suspect he was talking about programming.
Phoenix:
Wh-What computer program is worth 100,000 dollars!?
Basil:
... Perhaps you good people should leave so I can get back to my work.
Phoenix:
(I'm so close to cracking her!) The program in question... Was it by any chance... this!?
Present MC Bomber (after clearing "MC Bomber" Talk option at Police Station - Criminal Affairs Dept.)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Well? This is it, isn't it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Basil:
This is a very delicate matter. Without the necessary data, there's really no way I can access the information.
Phoenix:
(I know Mr. Elg created some sort of program! She can't deny it if I show her the program itself as evidence!)
Leads back to:
"I'm so close to cracking her!"
Phoenix:
Well? This is it, isn't it? This is the virus that's infecting computers world-wide as we speak... "MC Bomber"!
Basil:
Noooooooo!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
Glen's troubles (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Basil:
Glen's head had more processing power than any computer. But it had been infected with a "gambling" virus. Glen was... in too deep.
Phoenix:
You mean he was in debt?
Basil:
Yes. 100,000 dollars in debt. Not an easy amount to repay. So... He said he was taking on some extra work. Something a bit risky.
Phoenix:
"Risky"? How?
Maya:
Maybe he was going to become a waitress at Trés Bien!?
Phoenix:
(Where do you come up with these ideas!?)
Risky extra work (appears after "Glen's troubles")
Phoenix:
So it's safe to say Mr. Elg was the creator of this virus, huh?
Basil:
The "MC Bomber" virus? Yes. It was a work of genius. In a bad sort of way, of course. But still genius. Something like that would probably fetch several million dollars on the black market.
Phoenix:
(Inconceivable! Gumshoe was right for a change!) This date, December 3rd, that is marked on his calendar... That was his deadline for repaying his debts.
MC Bomber updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I guess we won't be needing these horse racing tickets any more.)
Glen Elg's Losing Horse Racing Tickets thrown back on the floor.
Maya:
Use the trash can, Nick!
Tender Lender
Present
Bruto Cadaverini profile
Phoenix:
This man is your grandfather, right?
Viola:
Carrying a picture like that around with you... You should watch your back...
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks for the advice...
Viola:
The family is always watching me... from the shadows...
Phoenix:
(The "family"?)
Maya:
I thought I saw something suspicious under the corner of that rug!
Viola:
One wrong move and... you might disappear forever... Hee... Hee... Hee...
Phoenix:
(This feels like Halloween... Only a whole lot more real... And a whole lot scarier, too.)
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Head Bandage --
Phoenix:
You said that bandage around your head was from an operation?
Viola:
...
Phoenix:
You also said you suffered a "fatal injury" to the head, correct?
Viola:
Yes... The operation was very... difficult, apparently...
Phoenix:
Now, by "fatal injury", you mean you were hurt very badly somehow, right?
Viola:
... Hee... Hee...
Phoenix:
Did the injury in question have something to do with this?
Present Repair Bill
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I have here a car repair bill."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well!?
Viola:
Donuts...?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Viola:
I baked them myself... Home-made donuts... Have one...
Phoenix:
Umm, what's inside?
Viola:
Jam, and... ...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch that...
Viola:
Hee... Hee...
Phoenix:
Um... Thanks, but no thanks... I think I'll pass. (I guess that was a flop. What happened to this woman for her to have such a huge bandage around her head? There must be some piece of evidence that'll prompt her to tell me what happened...)
Leads back to:
"Now, by "fatal injury", you mean you were hurt very badly somehow, right?"
Phoenix:
I have here a car repair bill. From this, it seems pretty obvious that this car was involved in an accident.
Viola:
Let me see that... ... This bill is made out to the "Cadaverinis"...?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, it is.
Viola:
I don't think... I ever introduced myself... Tell me... what do the "Cadaverinis"... have to do with me...?
Phoenix:
(Something tells me she's not about to say hi and introduce herself... Alright, then...) Your relationship with the Cadaverinis is very strong... And this is why.
Present Viola Cadaverini or Bruto Cadaverini profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I know exactly who you are, Viola Cadaverini!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
So!? What do have to say for herself now!?
Viola:
Pretzels... For you...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Viola:
Don't worry about the little white specks on the surface... I just sprinkled a small quantity of... ...
Phoenix:
...N-No thanks! (My evidence must still be half-baked...)
Viola:
I really don't know... the "Cadaverinis"... Further...
Leads back to:
"I don't think... I ever introduced myself..."
Phoenix:
I know exactly who you are, Viola Cadaverini! You sustained that injury in a traffic accident, didn't you?
Viola:
...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Viola:
It happened about 4 months ago... I was driving in one of our family's cars... when someone pulled out in front of me... It was a motorbike... or something like that... I don't remember it much... Anyway, I swerved to try to avoid it, but... ...I took a blow... to the head... A bad one.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I can imagine...) So what happened to the person on the bike? I'm guessing they didn't get away with injuring THE Viola Cadaverini, right?
Viola:
I... don't know... what happened to them... They ran away... Or so I heard...
Phoenix:
Ran away?
Viola:
If they'd stayed, I'd have... Hee... Hee... Hee...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, is it possible...? Could the person who committed the hit and run have been...?)
Present Furio Tigre profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It was this man, wasn't it? He was the cause of your accident."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The person who caused the accident that gave you that injury was--
Viola:
No more.. I don't want to... think about it anymore... Here... try one of these tomatoes... We all picked them together... as a family... And I added my own, special, flavoring...
Phoenix:
N-No thanks! (The person who caused the accident was riding a motorbike... Who could it be?)
Leads back to:
"Hmm, is it possible...? Could the person who committed the hit and run have been...?"
Phoenix:
It was this man, wasn't it? He was the cause of your accident.
Viola:
... It wasn't Don Tigre! I refuse to believe it!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Viola:
We collided... The motorbike, and my car... But Don Tigre isn't injured at all... is he?
Phoenix:
(It was The Tiger who caused Viola to crash. I can feel it! Plus, one of her locks just broke, so she must suspect it was him, too...) I'm sorry, Ms. Cadaverini... But I have proof that The Tiger was involved in a traffic accident on his bike!
Present Scooter
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's not exactly a motorbike, but..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
And this is my proof!
Viola:
Hard-boiled eggs...? Please, try one...
Phoenix:
E-Eggs?
Viola:
I raised the chickens these eggs came from myself... I invented a special diet... so their chicks would be blue...
Phoenix:
N-No, thanks!
Leads back to:
"It was The Tiger who caused Viola to crash. I can feel it!"
Phoenix:
It's not exactly a motorbike, but... ...Mr. Tigre rides around in a scooter, doesn't he? And you'll notice that the front wheel guard is badly damaged.
Viola:
...
Phoenix:
Ms. Cadaverini... You know the truth, don't you?
Viola:
... Hee... Hee... Hee...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
This repair bill was paid by Furio Tigre. The Cadaverinis have known for ages who caused the accident, haven't they?
Viola:
... It's possible... Perhaps...Somewhere inside me... I know that may be true...
Phoenix:
(I knew it...)
Viola:
But... Don Tigre still saved my life...The operation was very complicated... It was very, very expensive...
Phoenix:
How much are we talking...
Viola:
... Very, very, very expensive...
Phoenix:
(She seems kind of hesitant about giving me an actual figure. I should back off...) Well, anyway, it was The Tiger who paid for it, right?
Viola:
After I recovered... Don Tigre told me... He said he paid for the operation because... he cared about me... I... believe him...
Phoenix:
Really? But do you honestly believe that to be true?
Viola:
...
Phoenix:
Do you want to know what I think...? I think the reason he paid the operation wasn't because of you, but someone else... 
Present Bruto Cadaverini profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Perhaps I shouldn't be saying this, but..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I know this must be quite a shock for you, but...
Viola:
Overcoat...?
Phoenix:
S-Sorry?
Viola:
I made it myself... It's been so... cold lately...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, just hearing your voice sends shivers down my spine!)
Viola:
Please, try it on... ... ...Oops!
Phoenix:
... What was the "oops" for?
Viola:
I'm missing a few pins... I must have left them in the coat...
Phoenix:
O-On second thought, I'm fine, thanks! Roasty-toasty, that's me!
Viola:
Don Tigre told me, you see...
Leads back to:
"He said he paid for the operation because... he cared about me..."
Phoenix:
Perhaps I shouldn't be saying this, but... ...your grandfather, Bruto Cadaverini, controls a lot of "dubious" cash, right? And you are his beloved pride and joy.
Viola:
...
Phoenix:
Sure, I don't know exactly how much the operation cost, but... ...if you weren't granddaughter of Mr. Cadaverini... ...do you think Mr. Tigre would have paid the money?
Viola:
... One million dollars...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
The head bandage (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Viola:
Four months ago... I was in a traffic accident... That's why I needed the operation... When I woke up... they told me it was nothing serious... A simple procedure...
Maya:
Oh! Really?
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess if she recovered in 4 months, it couldn't have been too big...)
Viola:
They said the operation... cost one million dollars...
Maya:
A... A... A million bucks!?
Viola:
My grandfather ordered Don Tigre to pay... One million dollars... In "compensation"...
Maya:
"Compensation", huh...?
Phoenix:
It's underworld lingo for paying money to settle a score. Basically, pay or get into some serious trouble! (But a million bucks!? This has to be related to our poisoning case somehow...)
Compensation (appears after "The head bandage")
Leads to:
"I wanted to believe him..."
Viola:
I wanted to believe him... I wanted to trust what Don Tigre said... He said it had nothing to do with my grandfather being Bruto Cadaverini... I wanted to believe he helped me because he cared about me. Not about my grandfather... But I knew... That wasn't really true...
Maya:
Wow. I'm so sorry.
Viola:
What he did to get the money was... It was... evil!
Phoenix:
...!
Viola:
He said it was all for me... So I... I helped him...
Maya:
You helped him? In what way?
Viola:
Here... Take these...
Phoenix:
(What are these? Medical papers?)
Viola:
I'm Bruto Cadaverini's granddaughter... He had to pay compensation... He was made an offer... He simply... couldn't... refuse.
Viola's Medical added to the Court Record.
Maya:
Wow, I feel so bad for Viola.
Phoenix:
It's inexcusable!
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
(There are two things that I consider inexcusable. Poisoning, and betrayal! Only a coward would hurt people using either of these tactics.)
Maya:
Is everything alright, Nick?
Phoenix:
We should get going. Right after we finish our espresso.
Maya:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't need to convince Viola of anything else, so I guess I can get rid of this.)
Repair Bill thrown into the trash.
After clearing "Risky extra work" Talk option at Blue Screens, Inc. and clearing "Compensation" Talk option at Tender Lender:
January 7
Trés Bien
Armstrong:
Eh, bonjour! I 'ave been waiting for you to return.
Maya:
Mr. Armstrong...
Phoenix:
Ah, good timing. I was hoping to find you here. We'd like to ask you a few questions...
???:
Well, he hasn't got anythin' to say to youse fellas!
Maya:
Ah! It's Xin Eohp...
Tigre:
Who you callin' "Zinnee Ooooope"!?
Maya:
Aaaaah!
Phoenix:
(Come out from under the table already, Maya!)
Tigre:
OK. Hand it over!
Phoenix:
Wh-What?
Tigre:
Youse wanna play games wid me? I don't recommend dat! The medical papers! Now!
Phoenix:
(Uh, oh... I think he wants Viola Cadaverini's papers back...) Y-You mean... this? The million dollar medical papers?
Tigre:
...
Phoenix:
Ms. Cadaverini trusted you. That's why she said that she helped you.
Tigre:
Forget about it! That girl's dumber dan an eggplant. Youse wanna know what's sad? I'll tell youse what's sad. And it ain't only her face. She thinks she's got power cuz she's Bruto's little girl... Now THAT's sad...
Phoenix:
I can't let you have these papers. Tomorrow in court... ...I'm going to expose what you did to get the one million you used to pay this off!
Tigre:
... Are you crazy or somethin'!? I don't care if you wanna give it to me or not! There's two of us here. You got dat? Two.
Armstrong:
Err... oui! Oui, oui!
Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong!?
Armstrong:
Forgive me! Désolé! I cannot argue wiz 'im!
Phoenix:
U-Urgh! (...That... really hurt!)
Tigre:
Is dat all youse got? I'll be takin' dose papers now. Armstrong! Get that lighter!
Phoenix:
W-Wait...!
Tigre:
Don't take it too hard... ...Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(That was so stupid... I shouldn't... have let my guard down. Those medical papers were... vital... evi...dence...)
Hold it, pal!
Phoenix:
D-Detective Gumshoe!?
Tigre:
D-Detective!? Youse think you gonna stop me, copper!? Beat it! Gwaaaaaaaaaaar!
Gumshoe:
Whoa! C-Come on, Gumshoe! Keep it together! You guys! Get outta here! Leave this guy to me.
Phoenix:
B-But...
Gumshoe:
Go, pal! And take this! If you get hurt, who'd look after Maggey, huh!?
Phoenix:
...! A-Alright! Thanks, Gumshoe!
Maya:
Wait, Nick! Don't leave me behind!
Phoenix:
(I'll get even with that guy tomorrow... in court! Tender Lender is going down!)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick...
...If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter...
...Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Recipe for Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
January 8, 9:46 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Byrde:
Gooood morning, Mr. Wright!
Maya:
Good morning, Maggey!
Byrde:
So, what do you think is going to happen today, sir? Yesterday's session didn't go so well, and then ended on a giant mystery.
Phoenix:
(That's true... And we still haven't solved a single part of it yet...)
Maya:
Are you OK, Nick?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, uh... Yeah. Of course.
Byrde:
I saw that! That little flash of doubt in your eyes!
Phoenix:
N-No! That wasn't doubt. That was, umm... determination!
Byrde:
Why don't I believe you...?
Maya:
It's nearly time, Maggey. You'd better get going to the defendant's seat.
Byrde:
Roger. Don't let me down, Mr. Wright. I'm counting on you!
Hey, pal!
Phoenix:
Hey, Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Quit stressing Maggey out! She doesn't need that!
Phoenix:
H-How did you know she was stressed...?
Gumshoe:
I was watching through the doorway.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Gumshoe:
You look like you lost the case already. Show a bit of confidence, will you, pal!? Here, maybe this'll help.
Maya:
Huh!? Have you taken up aromatherapy, too?
Gumshoe:
Not in a million years, pal! Don't tell me that you don't remember this thing?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Come to think of it, that doesn't look like one of those aromatherapy bottles...)
Gumshoe:
This is the small bottle that turned up in Trés Bien's kitchen a couple of days ago.
Maya:
Wow! Look at all these little bottles!
Phoenix:
Oh! They're aromatherapy oils! He's got so many, they're overflowing onto the floor...
Maya:
Hey, wait a minute... There's one bottle that's different from all the others.
Phoenix:
Well what do you know. And it doesn't have a label either.
Maya:
And... *sniff* It doesn't smell.
Gumshoe:
We finally got the analysis results back from the lab.
Maya:
So!? What is it? Is it the poison?
Gumshoe:
I'm afraid not, pal. It's... medication.
Maya:
Medication?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. For ears. Topical use only, apparently.
Phoenix:
For ears? You mean...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. It's the medication Glen Elg was using for his ruptured eardrum!
Phoenix:
(What was Glen Elg's ear medicine doing in the kitchen...?)
Small Bottle refiled into the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Um, what about the unidentified fingerprints? Anything on that?
Gumshoe:
Someone screwed up, so they only had time to analyze the contents of the bottle. Another hour and they might have gotten something on the prints, but...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... That's going to weaken its impact as a piece of evidence...)
Gumshoe:
OK, pal! This is it! Make sure your defense is impregnable today, got it!?
Phoenix:
(Today's trial... I'm gonna expose that guy for what he's done, or my name isn't Phoenix Wright!)
January 8, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Maggey Byrde.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Godot:
Ready and waiting as always, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very good. Then we'll get underway at once. Yesterday we heard the testimony of Mr. Victor Kudo. He claims to have witnessed the defendant putting a powder into the victim's coffee. However, the witness's testimony was plagued with a number of problems.
Godot:
The mark on the rim of the cup shows that the victim drank from it with his right hand. But according to the old man's testimony, he picked it up with his left hand.
Judge:
Thank you, Mr. Godot. Furthermore, according to the witness's account... ...the victim was listening to the radio with an earpiece in his left ear. Yet, the victim's left eardrum was ruptured, which made him effectively deaf in that ear.
Maya:
It's amazing how many contradictions a single case can have, huh Nick?
Godot:
Ha...! Allow me to enlighten you, Your Honor. The world, you see, keeps turning, and we must turn with it.
Judge:
... You've lost me already, Mr. Godot.
Godot:
Don't let the mysteries of yesterday mystify you today. Only losers think like that. You've got to change with the times! That's one of my rules!
Judge:
Are you implying that you've resolved these contradictions? You know the answers to these riddles!?
Godot:
The old guy wasn't just throwing seed in here. He was throwing us off the scent. And today I'll prove it.
Judge:
Very well. Let the first witness take the stand!
Godot:
And you are?
Armstrong:
Oh bonjour, everyone! I am Jean Armstrong. z'e owner and 'ead chef of la Trés Bien restaurant. Enchanté!
.........
Judge:
Forgive me for asking, witness, but... are you a woman?
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! monsieur! As you can see, I am la pert and perky gentleman, non?
Judge:
Er... Umm...
Godot:
On the day of the incident, you were in Trés Bien's kitchen. Isn't that right?
Armstrong:
W'iz you monsieur...
Godot:
...?
Armstrong:
...everything feels right!
Godot:
Ha...!
Phoenix:
(Wow, he's totally unfazed! Doesn't anything intimidate this guy...?)
Judge:
Very well. Your testimony please, witness. Please tell the court what happened that day at Trés Bien.
Armstrong:
Oui! Volontiers!
Witness Testimony
-- At Trés Bien --
Armstrong:
When it all 'appened, z'ere were just two customers in my restaurant.
I remember I was experimenting w'iz some new art deco z'at day.
Like 'aving a large mirror between la tables, for example.
Oui! Per'aps z'at is what la old man was looking at.
La cup, la earpiece, and la glasses... 'E would 'ave seen everyz'ing in reverse, non?
Phoenix:
A m...m...m... MIRROR!?
Armstrong:
Oui! Un grand mirror! La most enormous mirror!
Godot:
And suddenly, the mystery disappears! Like I said, the world keeps turning, so roll with it!
Judge:
Hmm... That would explain the coffee cup and the earpiece conundrum... The mirror would have made everything appear back to front.
Phoenix:
(What the heck!? It's way too early in the morning for this to be happening to me!)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. You may begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- At Trés Bien --
Armstrong:
When it all 'appened, z'ere were just two customers in my restaurant.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And who were the two customers, exactly?
Armstrong:
Mais, of course. La young man who died... ...and la other, not-so-young, man.
Judge:
Hmm... You are referring to yesterday's witness, I presume?
Phoenix:
(What about the other man Maggey says she saw at the table? Something tells me Mr. Armstrong isn't planning to disclose his existence...)
Maya:
We need some hard evidence first before we can bring him up, don't we...?
Phoenix:
I guess I'll just have to try a different approach for the time being.
Armstrong:
I remember I was experimenting w'iz some new art deco z'at day.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You were experimenting with art deco? How come I never heard about that before today?
Armstrong:
You are not familiar w'iz z'e language of interior design, monsieur?
Phoenix:
Please stay on topic! Now, why didn't you tell the court about this before!?
Armstrong:
But I did. Just a few moments ago!
Judge:
Ahem! Excuse me, Mr. Armstrong. This "deco" you mentioned... Are you referring to some sort of "decocture"?
Phoenix:
No, no! Art deco, it is a style of design! ...Your Honor. He's talking about interior design. Walls, ceilings, carpets, that kind of thing.
Judge:
Ah, yes. Of course. That "deco".
Armstrong:
I was trying to achieve a more "la effeminate" look for my restaurant. I was planning z'e most bold remodeling of la decor.
Armstrong:
Like 'aving a large mirror between la tables, for example.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How big of a mirror are we talking about here?
Armstrong:
Bof! Something about 4 meters wide and, err... Oui. About 2 meters 'igh.
Phoenix:
(Let's see... If 1 meter is about 1 yard... Holy glass in a frame, that's huge!)
Armstrong:
I was intending to install it on la ceiling eventually.
Phoenix:
The ceiling!? (Was there a mirror on the ceiling!? I don't remember...)
Armstrong:
Mais, non. But I decided not to go through w'iz it in z'e end.
Phoenix:
(What should I do? Should I ask him more about the mirror or not?)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(He couldn't lie about such a huge object like that. It must've been there in the restaurant somewhere.)
Godot:
...
Leads to:
"Hmm... So the witness yesterday had seen the victim reflected in a mirror..."
Press harder
Phoenix:
If you really had such a large mirror in the restaurant, someone would have noticed it! But there's nothing about a mirror in Mr. Kudo or Maggey Byrde's testimonies!
Armstrong:
B-But...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
You didn't ask, Trite. You have only yourself to blame for such sloppy work.
Phoenix:
What!?
Godot:
A mirror was delivered to Trés Bien the day before the incident.
Phoenix:
R-Really?
Godot:
As Mr. Armstrong testified, he was carrying out some design changes. And as it turned out, he didn't actually use the mirror in the end.
Phoenix:
(This just doesn't add up. Even if a mirror was delivered to Trés Bien... ...it doesn't prove that it was in the restaurant on the day of the crime.)
Godot:
Ha...! If you want to doubt someone, Trite, look in the mirror. I'm sure the person looking back at you will be dubious enough!
Leads to:
"Hmm... So the witness yesterday had seen the victim reflected in a mirror..."
Judge:
Hmm... So the witness yesterday had seen the victim reflected in a mirror...
Armstrong:
Oui! Per'aps z'at is what la old man was looking at.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Normally, I'd expect people to know the difference between a reflection and a real object.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
"Normally"? How does normality come into this? That's lame, Trite. Even for you.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Godot:
Are you trying to say that if something isn't normal, it isn't possible? Is that it? Where does that leave the porcu-headed lawyer and the topknot chick over there... and the ungodly cool guy with the mask over here? Well, Trite!?
Phoenix:
Aaack! Not the hair!
Maya:
I do not have a topknot!
Judge:
Mr. Godot is correct. A lack of normality is no basis for discounting an argument.
Armstrong:
Bien! Logic 'as won la day!
Armstrong:
La cup, la earpiece, and la glasses... 'E would 'ave seen everyz'ing in reverse, non?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Everything? He would have seen everything in reverse?
Armstrong:
Oui.
Maya:
Hey, Nick... We should take a sec and think about what Old Seedy said in his testimony...
Phoenix:
(How did he phrase it again...?)
Kudo:
The boy was wearing the earpiece on the same side as the green lens of his specs.
Kudo:
No question! You can lock me up if I'm wrong! It was his left ear, without a doubt!
Kudo:
And then he used the same hand to pick up the cup. His left hand!
Maya:
If he saw everything he described reflected in a mirror... ...then everything he said he saw on the "left" was actually on the "right", huh.
Phoenix:
(And that clears up all the problems with his testimony, I guess... Or does it...?)
Godot:
Ha...!
Present Glen Elg profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The coffee cup, the earpiece, and the HMD..."
Phoenix:
(It's kinda hard to believe everything's the fault of a mirror, but...)
Maya:
Do you think Old Seedy saw everything through a reflection...?
Phoenix:
If he did, it would explain all the contradictions in his testimony.
Maya:
But that just makes the situation worse for Maggey! There's gotta be something in that old man's testimony! We've just gotta dig deeper!
Phoenix:
The coffee cup, the earpiece, and the HMD... Let's think back over Mr. Kudo's testimony for a second, shall we?
Kudo:
The boy was wearing the earpiece on the same side as the green lens of his specs.
Kudo:
No question! You can lock me up if I'm wrong! It was his left ear, without a doubt!
Phoenix:
So, to summarize... ...we were told both the HMD and the earpiece were on the victim's left side. Now, if Mr. Kudo saw all that as a reflection in a mirror... ...it means both the HMD and the earpiece were actually on the victim's right side.
Armstrong:
Exactement! You see, monsieur. Now z'at you think about it, it is not so 'ard, non?
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, that's where we run into a monumental contradiction with the facts! If Mr. Kudo really did see everything in a mirror... ...why is it that the HMD is now on the wrong side of his head!?
Judge:
Order! Order! ...Mr. Wright is correct! If the witness genuinely observed the victim reflected in a mirror... ...then we would expect the victim's eyepiece to have been over his right eye.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...How bitter. Trite, you should have a taste of this bitterness. It'll calm you down in no time.
Phoenix:
A-Are we talking about your coffee... or something completely different...?
Godot:
You don't understand the way the witness thinks.
Judge:
How he thinks?
Godot:
You remember this, I presume?
Phoenix:
The "I broke the vase... sorry" apology lett-- I mean Mr. Kudo's sworn testimony?
Godot:
Exactly. The old man has one very grievous habit... other than throwing seeds. The more of an impression something makes, the more muddled his mind makes it. And what's the most striking thing about Mr. Elg?
Judge:
Clearly, it's the victim's eyepiece.
Godot:
And that's my point. The old man strikes again! Mr. Elg's HMD made a big impression on the old man. "I saw the earpiece and those new-fangled spectacles he was wearing! Oh, yes! They were both on his left ear! Do you hear? His left ear!" Ha...! Well, Trite?
Phoenix:
Urk... (That's the worst, but best impression of Kudo ever...)
Maya:
Wow! I really thought he was Old Seedy for a minute there! Godot's good!
Judge:
Enough! I must agree that yesterday's witness was irresponsibly rash in much of his testimony.
Maya:
Bad luck, Nick. Looks like the "boil" of a contradiction you found is just a "rash".
Godot:
A mirror can't be beaten by a handful of seeds, nor can it lie. So... What exactly was the old man looking at? Fill us in, Mr. Armstrong. Go on, tell the court. We're all ears.
Armstrong:
Oui. I can explain. Please, if you will look at la plans of la restaurant.
Witness Testimony
-- The Mirror --
Armstrong:
Alors. Is everyone sitting comfortably?
La mirror, it was in z'e middle of la restaurant, dividing z'e two 'alves.
Z'ere is only one seat from which you could 'ave seen an image of la victim.
Z'at was la seat at z'e table next to la victim's. Z'at was where la old man was sitting.
After la terrible incident occurred, I move la mirror so it was not in z'e way.
But naturally, I did not touch anything else!
Judge:
Hmm... I see no problems with the explanation we have just heard. From the table next to the victim's, Mr. Kudo could have seen the victim in the mirror.
Armstrong:
What a naughty little coquette I am, confusing all z'e men like z'is!
Godot:
Don't worry about it. We can keep up, except for the guy breaking out in a cold sweat over there again.
Phoenix:
(Argh! I hate that guy!)
Judge:
You said you didn't touch anything else apart from the mirror. Are you quite sure about that?
Armstrong:
Volontiers! Of course!
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination, if you please.
Cross Examination
-- The Mirror --
Armstrong:
La mirror, it was in z'e middle of la restaurant, dividing z'e two 'alves.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, run this by me again. The mirror was here, correct?
Armstrong:
Oui.
Phoenix:
Oui? Really!? Because I know if I were you, I wouldn't have put a mirror there! It would be in the way!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Look who's talking, Trite.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Godot:
You're obstructing my view, among other things.
Phoenix:
But, but, but! This is my seat in the courtroom...!
Godot:
Trés Bien's "charm" is that it gives you the impression that you're the only customer. Temporarily placing a mirror in that spot would hardly be "in the way". Unlike you... Trite.
Armstrong:
I tell you, monsieur. la mirror was z'ere, in z'e middle of la restaurant.
Armstrong:
Z'ere is only one seat from which you could 'ave seen an image of la victim.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And where would that be!?
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! Look 'ow you lean towards me! I always attract z'e younger boys! Maybe I should keep you in suspense a little longer!
Judge:
Mr. Armstrong! Tell the court what you know at once!
Armstrong:
I attract z'e older ones, too, you know, 'andsome! Shall I tease you, too!?
Judge:
Nnngh...
Godot:
I'm already seeing a very hot someone, so I'm afraid you'll be waiting for a long time.
Maya:
I bet she has mocha-cream skin and cappuccino perfume.
Armstrong:
Bien. I will tell you... Z'ere was only one seat from which you could 'ave seen...
Armstrong:
Z'at was la seat at z'e table next to la victim's. Z'at was where la old man was sitting.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So why can you only see the victim from that particular seat?
Armstrong:
Mais, monsieur. It is obvious, non? If you look at la plans you will understand. La victim would 'ave been reflected in la mirror like so. If you were sitting at la table next to 'im, you would see everything, non?
Maya:
So that's the seat Old Seedy was sitting in on that day... ...when the poisoning happened.
Phoenix:
(The old man was sitting at the table next to the victim? Why does that seem kinda odd...?)
Present Victor's Testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Mr. Kudo's words yesterday strongly contradict Mr. Armstrong's testimony!
Judge:
This is... the letter of apology that was written by Mr. Kudo, is it not?
Phoenix:
I realize it looks useless, Your Honor, but this is still testimony.
Godot:
Ha...! I guess useless people are only really good at identifying useless things.
Judge:
What relevance does this scrap of paper have to the trial, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo's testimony is actually very relevant to the question at hand, Your Honor! Because it very clearly contradicts with this piece of evidence!
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence contradicts with testimony we have heard, Your Honor!
Judge:
The crime photo...?
Phoenix:
Yes. This photo clearly shows something that theoretically should not exist!
Judge:
What on Earth do you mean by that, Mr. Wright!?
Godot:
"Should not exist"? Ha... Sounds like you're describing yourself, Trite.
Judge:
Now then, if the defense would please clarify its statement. What is the something that "should not exist" in this photo?
Present vase on left table
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There is one thing that was clearly demonstrated by yesterday's testimony."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is what should not be in the picture!
Judge:
I'm sorry? I'm afraid you've lost me.
Phoenix:
Um...
Godot:
Ha...! I suppose it's up to me to clarify the defense's claim. The something that "shouldn't exist" is clearly...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
W-Wait, wait, wait! I've change my mind, Your Honor! (The last thing I need right now is a scalding hot coffee shower...)
Judge:
Very well. Gather your thoughts, Mr. Wright. In the meantime, the witness will repeat his testimony for the court.
Armstrong:
Oui. I would be delighted!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
Well... ...I'm not sure the contradiction... ...is as clear as you would have us believe, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Oh.
Judge:
Perhaps you should reconsider before you try again, hm?
Phoenix:
Try again...? (You mean I was wrong?)
Judge:
Very well. Gather your thoughts, Mr. Wright. In the meantime, the witness will repeat his testimony for the court.
Armstrong:
Oui. I would be delighted!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence contradicts with testimony we have heard, Your Honor!
Judge:
The crime photo...?
Phoenix:
Yes. This photo clearly shows something that theoretically should not exist!
Judge:
What on Earth do you mean by that, Mr. Wright!?
Godot:
"Should not exist"? Ha... Sounds like you're describing yourself, Trite.
Judge:
Now then, if the defense would please clarify its statement. What is the something that "should not exist" in this photo?
Present vase on left table
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I think it's pretty obvious that this is what should not be in the picture!
Judge:
The vase!? What possible connection does that have with this witness's testimony?
Phoenix:
Your Honor... I'm telling you that there should have been no vase on this table. Because it very clearly contradicts with this piece of evidence!
Present Victor's Testimony
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There is one thing that was clearly demonstrated by yesterday's testimony."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
Well... ...I'm not sure the contradiction... ...is as clear as you would have us believe, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Oh.
Judge:
Perhaps you should reconsider before you try again, hm?
Phoenix:
Try again...? (You mean I was wrong?)
Judge:
Very well. Gather your thoughts, Mr. Wright. In the meantime, the witness will repeat his testimony for the court.
Armstrong:
Oui. I would be delighted!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is what should not be in the picture!
Judge:
I'm sorry? I'm afraid you've lost me.
Phoenix:
Um...
Godot:
Ha...! I suppose it's up to me to clarify the defense's claim. The something that "shouldn't exist" is clearly...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
W-Wait, wait, wait! I've change my mind, Your Honor! (The last thing I need right now is a scalding hot coffee shower...)
Judge:
Very well. Gather your thoughts, Mr. Wright. In the meantime, the witness will repeat his testimony for the court.
Armstrong:
Oui. I would be delighted!
Leads back to cross-examination
Armstrong:
After la terrible incident occurred, I move la mirror so it was not in z'e way.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you move the mirror while Mr. Kudo was off calling the police?
Armstrong:
Oui. Exactement. I carried it out of la restaurant z'en.
Phoenix:
You moved a huge mirror like that all by yourself?
Armstrong:
What can I say? I know 'ow to pick things up, 'andsome!
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
Heh heh...
Maya:
G-Godot actually laughed at something!
Judge:
Well, given the witness's physique, I suppose it is possible. Did you move anything else from the crime scene, Mr. Armstrong?
Armstrong:
I look like z'e obliging type, non?
Armstrong:
But naturally, I did not touch anything else!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure about that?
Armstrong:
I touched nothing except la mirror!
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Mr. Wright? Is there something the witness has said that doesn't match the crime scene?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, there is... I just can't put my finger on what exactly.)
Godot:
Ha...! Suffering from a case of heartburn, Trite?
Armstrong:
Oh, I 'ave just z'e thing for z'at! An oil with golden myrrh and frankenstaince...
Godot:
Add a few drops to your coffee, and voila! Enjoy.
Phoenix:
(Focus, Phoenix. Breathe... I need to ignore those two and just find some evidence.)
Present Victor's Testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Mr. Kudo's words yesterday strongly contradict Mr. Armstrong's testimony!
Judge:
This is... the letter of apology that was written by Mr. Kudo, is it not?
Phoenix:
I realize it looks useless, Your Honor, but this is still testimony.
Godot:
Ha...! I guess useless people are only really good at identifying useless things.
Judge:
What relevance does this scrap of paper have to the trial, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo's testimony is actually very relevant to the question at hand, Your Honor! Because it very clearly contradicts with this piece of evidence!
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence contradicts with testimony we have heard, Your Honor!
Judge:
The crime photo...?
Phoenix:
Yes. This photo clearly shows something that theoretically should not exist!
Judge:
What on Earth do you mean by that, Mr. Wright!?
Godot:
"Should not exist"? Ha... Sounds like you're describing yourself, Trite.
Judge:
Now then, if the defense would please clarify its statement. What is the something that "should not exist" in this photo?
Present vase on left table
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There is one thing that was clearly demonstrated by yesterday's testimony."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is what should not be in the picture!
Judge:
I'm sorry? I'm afraid you've lost me.
Phoenix:
Um...
Godot:
Ha...! I suppose it's up to me to clarify the defense's claim. The something that "shouldn't exist" is clearly...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
W-Wait, wait, wait! I've change my mind, Your Honor! (The last thing I need right now is a scalding hot coffee shower...)
Judge:
Very well. Gather your thoughts, Mr. Wright. In the meantime, the witness will repeat his testimony for the court.
Armstrong:
Oui. I would be delighted!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
Well... ...I'm not sure the contradiction... ...is as clear as you would have us believe, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Oh.
Judge:
Perhaps you should reconsider before you try again, hm?
Phoenix:
Try again...? (You mean I was wrong?)
Judge:
Very well. Gather your thoughts, Mr. Wright. In the meantime, the witness will repeat his testimony for the court.
Armstrong:
Oui. I would be delighted!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence contradicts with testimony we have heard, Your Honor!
Judge:
The crime photo...?
Phoenix:
Yes. This photo clearly shows something that theoretically should not exist!
Judge:
What on Earth do you mean by that, Mr. Wright!?
Godot:
"Should not exist"? Ha... Sounds like you're describing yourself, Trite.
Judge:
Now then, if the defense would please clarify its statement. What is the something that "should not exist" in this photo?
Present vase on left table
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I think it's pretty obvious that this is what should not be in the picture!
Judge:
The vase!? What possible connection does that have with this witness's testimony?
Phoenix:
Your Honor... I'm telling you that there should have been no vase on this table. Because it very clearly contradicts with this piece of evidence!
Present Victor's Testimony
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There is one thing that was clearly demonstrated by yesterday's testimony."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
Well... ...I'm not sure the contradiction... ...is as clear as you would have us believe, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Oh.
Judge:
Perhaps you should reconsider before you try again, hm?
Phoenix:
Try again...? (You mean I was wrong?)
Judge:
Very well. Gather your thoughts, Mr. Wright. In the meantime, the witness will repeat his testimony for the court.
Armstrong:
Oui. I would be delighted!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is what should not be in the picture!
Judge:
I'm sorry? I'm afraid you've lost me.
Phoenix:
Um...
Godot:
Ha...! I suppose it's up to me to clarify the defense's claim. The something that "shouldn't exist" is clearly...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
W-Wait, wait, wait! I've change my mind, Your Honor! (The last thing I need right now is a scalding hot coffee shower...)
Judge:
Very well. Gather your thoughts, Mr. Wright. In the meantime, the witness will repeat his testimony for the court.
Armstrong:
Oui. I would be delighted!
Leads back to cross-examination
Maya:
It is pretty strange, though, isn't it? I mean, nobody mentioned anything about a really large mirror. You'd think someone would've, but Maggey didn't, and neither did Old Seedy.
Phoenix:
Then the only logical explanation is... ...that there was no mirror inside Trés Bien that day. (Now I've just got to prove it... Somehow...)
Phoenix:
There is one thing that was clearly demonstrated by yesterday's testimony. Mr. Kudo broke the vase that was on the table where he was sitting. And yet! As the court can see, there is an unbroken vase on the table next to the victim! Why? Because Mr. Kudo was not, in fact, sitting at the table next to the victim at all!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Don't be an idiot, Trite! That's impossible! That seat's the only one he could've seen the victim's reflection from!
Phoenix:
Exactly!
Godot:
...!
Phoenix:
There is only one conclusion we can draw from this contradiction. There was no mirror in Trés Bien that day! Your testimony, Mr. Armstrong, is an elaborate lie!
Armstrong:
Mon dieeeeeeeu!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Don't try to confuse the court, Trite! Obviously, the witness cleaned up the vase... ...while the police were taking their time getting to the crime scene!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, Mr. Godot, that doesn't quite work for me. Mr. Armstrong already testified to the contrary. In his own words... "I did not touch anything else" except the mirror!
Godot:
Ur... urgh! ... Gaaaaaaaaargh!
Judge:
Well, witness? What do you have to say for yourself?
Armstrong:
*sniffle*
Phoenix:
(I was right! There was no mirror in the restaurant that day!)
Judge:
In light of this revelation, we return back to the original problem. Why did the victim have an earpiece in an ear in which he couldn't hear?
Godot:
Ha...! You only get one shot in life. There's no turning back. If you want to claim that the mirror wasn't there, Trite... ...then this problem is all yours. How do you explain what the old man saw?
Phoenix:
(If I can answer this, then I'll be that much closer to the truth! I can feel it!)
Maya:
...Are you going to be OK? Can you really solve this contradiction, Nick?
Phoenix:
There's more than just this one contradiction, Maya.
Maya:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Remember what Maggey told us? "There was another man at the victim's table." And, "there was a sample CD on the victim's table." It all flies in the face of Mr. Kudo's testimony. (And I think I know the reason why nothing in this case is adding up.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Let's hear your answer.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. The reason behind all the contradictions in Mr. Kudo's testimony is simple.
Mr. Kudo made a mistake.
Phoenix:
Clearly, Mr. Kudo made a mistake!
Godot:
Mr. Trite... You're the one who brought up all these contradictions.
Phoenix:
And...?
Godot:
If you're trying to tell us the old man just made a mistake... ...we can wrap up this case right now with a guilty verdict!
Judge:
How about it, Mr. Wright? Should I just declare your client guilty?
Maya:
Is that the best you can come up with, Nick?
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry, Your Honor. I was the one who made a mistake.
Judge:
I'll give you one more chance, Mr. Wright. Think carefully before you answer this time!
Leads back to:
"Yes, Your Honor."
The ear doctor made a mistake.
Phoenix:
I believe we're looking at this the wrong way. It was actually the doctor's mistake.
Judge:
What?
Phoenix:
Yes. The doctor got the wrong ear!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Well, I believe we saw an autopsy report yesterday. One that stated the victim's left eardrum was ruptured, and had medicine in it!
Judge:
I'm beginning to wonder if it's not your eardrum that's ruptured, Mr. Wright.
Maya:
This is no time to be playing with people's perceptions, Nick!
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry, Your Honor. I was the one who made a mistake.
Judge:
I'll give you one more chance, Mr. Wright. Think carefully before you answer this time!
Leads back to:
"Yes, Your Honor."
The victim was a phony.
Leads to:
"This case is riddled with contradictions."
Phoenix:
This case is riddled with contradictions. Yet, there is one very simple answer that clears them all up.
Judge:
A-And what is that?
Phoenix:
The incident Mr. Kudo witnessed, and the incident the victim experienced... ...were two completely different events!
Godot:
What!?
Phoenix:
Yes! The "victim" that Mr. Kudo saw wasn't Mr. Glen Elg at all! It was an imposter; a phony pretending to be Mr. Elg! Obviously, unlike the victim, there was nothing wrong with the imposter's left eardrum. That's how he ended up wearing the earpiece in his left ear by mistake!
Godot:
Phwoooooooh!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Settle down, or I'll clear the courtroom!
Godot:
Quiet, gramps! Why don't you clear out of here, huh?
Judge:
WHAT DID YOU SAY!?
Godot:
Trite... Are you saying what Mr. Kudo saw was a set-up?
Phoenix:
Yes. Someone pretended to be Glen Elg and acted out the whole coffee poisoning. All for the express purpose of creating a "witness" out of one Mr. Victor Kudo!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Get real, Trite! Why would anyone want to do that?
Phoenix:
Isn't it obvious? The thing Mr. Kudo was most insistent about in his testimony was...
Kudo:
The serving girl brought him a javaccino... But she put something in it! That's the serving girl, right there in the defendant's chair. I remember her well!
Judge:
I-It's so hard to believe, but...
Phoenix:
There was one, and only one reason to show Mr. Kudo this fake poisoning! To show Maggey Byrde in the act of poisoning the coffee!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Are you insinuating that the waitress in the old man's story was a fake as well? It's true that there were no customers in the restaurant at the time, but... ...it's also true that the chef was there! He would have noticed what was happening.
Judge:
Th-That's right! Well, witness? If your restaurant really was the scene of such theatrics... ...you would have known about it, correct!?
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá... Z'is is most difficult for me...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
No, it's quite simple. All you have to do is testify. You are under oath, after all. Was there, in fact, a phony at Trés Bien that day!? The defense demands that Mr. Armstrong tell the whole truth about what happened.
Judge:
The defense's request for additional testimony is accepted. You will accurately explain, in detail, the events in the restaurant that day!
Armstrong:
Ou... Oui.
Witness Testimony
-- In the Restaurant --
Armstrong:
La victim, Monsieur Elg, 'e came to my restaurant alone.
I remember la old man arrived not long after 'im.
Z'ere were no other customers.
When 'e got word 'e won la lottery, Mon. Elg became very excited.
It was approximately 5 minutes later z'at la poisoning incident occurred.
Non, z'ere was no time for a phony to do la acting.
Judge:
...Just so we're clear, there was no mirror in the restaurant, after all?
Armstrong:
Je vous demande pardon! Forgive me, Your Honor! I lied because I wanted z'is mess to be cleared up quickly.
Judge:
What you have just done is commit perjury, Mr. Armstrong! I will decide how to punish you later.
Armstrong:
O-Oui...
Judge:
For now, we will hear your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Hmm.. He took that perjury charge a bit too well. But I'm guessing he'll be more serious trouble after this cross-examination!)
Cross Examination
-- In the Restaurant --
Armstrong:
La victim, Monsieur Elg, 'e came to my restaurant alone.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was he alone at his table as well?
Armstrong:
Mais, oui. I saw 'im from la kitchen.
Phoenix:
Yet the defendant, Ms. Byrde, remembers it differently. She swears there was another man at the victim's table.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! Unfortunately for you, Trite... ...yesterday's witness also testified that the victim was alone.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
You know, seeing you squirm like that reminds me... ...of a certain coffee's bitter-sweet bite.
Phoenix:
(What kind of coffee has he been drinking!?)
Maya:
It's not coffee, it's love! It's love that's bitter-sweet.
Phoenix:
(Hearing Maya say that makes her seem wise all of a sudden...)
Armstrong:
I remember la old man arrived not long after 'im.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
By old man, you mean Victor Kudo, correct?
Armstrong:
Oui. 'E comes often for my special coffee.
Godot:
I drank your coffee once, Mr. Armstrong. It's special, I'll give you that. It's worth a sip just for the experience.
Armstrong:
Oh, you make me so 'appy, monsieur! You are most welcome any time!
Godot:
I said it was worth one sip, and nothing more.
Phoenix:
(So old Mr. Kudo arrived at the restaurant around the same time as the victim. Maybe I should ask about his arrival in more detail.)
Don't ask anything.
Phoenix:
(All I need to do is establish that this phony victim really existed. Asking more about the old man is only going to cloud the issue.) I think that's enough about coffee. Please continue with your testimony, Mr. Armstrong.
Armstrong:
You are welcome any time too, Monsieur Wright. I'll brew something special for you!
Leads back to cross-examination
How many minutes after?
Phoenix:
So you're saying that not much time elapsed between when the victim and Mr. Kudo arrived?
Armstrong:
Oui. Z'at is correct.
Phoenix:
(But that still leaves the possibility that something happened in that gap of time.) And by your recollection, how much time would you say elapsed?
Armstrong:
Let me see... Approximately 2 minutes, I would say.
Phoenix:
T-Two minutes!? That's all?
Judge:
Hmm... It seems unlikely that anything untoward could have happened in such a short time.
Phoenix:
(Rats! I knew I shouldn't have pursued this line of questioning...)
Leads back to cross-examination
What time is it?
Phoenix:
Out of curiosity, about what time was it when Mr. Kudo arrived?
Armstrong:
Oh, no... I cannot remember, monsieur.
Judge:
Hmm... I believe we were told by a witness yesterday...
Gumshoe:
The crime was reported at 2:25 PM by a kind of scary old man, sir.
Judge:
Does that perhaps jog your memory, witness?
Armstrong:
La incident 'appened about 20 minutes after 'e arrived. So the victim must 'ave arrived between 2:00 PM and 2:10 PM, non?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Just after 2, huh...)
Armstrong:
Thank you for your 'elp, in jogging my memory, monsieur. You are wonderful!
Judge:
Hah hah hah! I can't sit here all the time and do nothing now, can I!? The time of day will be added to the witness's testimony.
Armstrong:
Oui, Monsieur Judge. Everything I do, I do it for you!
Judge:
Merci bien. That's French, isn't it? Hah hah hah!
Phoenix:
(I'm glad at least one person is in a good mood...)
Maya:
H-He's even humming a song to himself...!
Changes statement from "I remember la old man arrived not long after 'im." to "I remember la old man arrived not long after 'im, just after 2 PM."
Armstrong:
I remember la old man arrived not long after 'im, just after 2 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely sure about the time?
Armstrong:
When I think really 'ard, 1 am sure it was just after 2. Oui. It is la time I stop serving la lunch menu.
Judge:
Quite right. I always break for lunch when the restaurants are serving their specials. I've been known to wind up a case early just to make it on time! Hah hah!
Phoenix:
(I guess you should never get between a hungry judge and his lunch...)
Judge:
Oh, would you look at that! It's almost lunchtime already.
Phoenix:
Witness! Get on with your testimony, please!
Present Millionaire Radio Flyer
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'm afraid I've finally got you, Mr. Armstrong."
Armstrong:
Z'ere were no other customers.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So your only customers were Mr. Kudo and the victim?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
How many times do you need to ask the same thing, Trite? You'd never catch me drinking the same blend twice!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Godot:
You're trying to establish the presence of a "phony victim" in the restaurant. But you're wasting your time. You can't grind bird seed to make coffee, if you catch my drift...
Phoenix:
(But there's a hole in this testimony somewhere! I'm sure of it!)
Armstrong:
When 'e got word 'e won la lottery, Mon. Elg became very excited.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you see him?
Armstrong:
Non, I was in ze kitchen. But I 'eard 'im. I remember 'im shouting, "Yes! 'Alf a million bucks!"
Godot:
Presumably the defendant heard that too, then, correct?
Armstrong:
Maggey...? She looked like a poor little frightened dove!
Phoenix:
And what about Mr. Kudo?
Armstrong:
La old man chocked on some bird seed z'at got stuck in 'is throat.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems we now have yet another incident on our hands.
Armstrong:
It was approximately 5 minutes later z'at la poisoning incident occurred.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And what were you doing at that point? Without any customers, you must have had time to kill.
Armstrong:
I am multi-talented woman, monsieur!
Phoenix:
Sorry? What do you mean?
Armstrong:
Z'ere is la renowned chef, Jean Armstrong, and la tragic poet, Claurice Armstrong.
Judge:
C-C-Claurice...?
Armstrong:
Oui. I was writing a poem. An angry tale of a chef in 'alf a million dollars of debt... ...cooking for a man who won 'alf a million dollars on la lottery! It is called, "Pourquoi". It means, "Why". Per'aps I could recite it for la court?
Phoenix:
Please don't...
Present Millionaire Radio Flyer (after changing second statement)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'm afraid I've finally got you, Mr. Armstrong."
Armstrong:
Non, z'ere was no time for a phony to do la acting.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean you contacted the police as soon as the incident occurred?
Armstrong:
I asked la old man to call from la pay phone.
Godot:
By your own argument, Trite... ...the purpose of this "phony victim's" performance was so the old man would see it. In other words... ...once the incident occurred, this opportunity would completely disappear.
Judge:
Indeed.
Armstrong:
Bien. It seems la shadow of doubt 'as been lifted, n'est-ce pas?
Phoenix:
...
Present Millionaire Radio Flyer (after changing second statement)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'm afraid I've finally got you, Mr. Armstrong."
Maya:
I guess Mr. Armstrong is connected to this case, huh?
Phoenix:
Absolutely. Someone was impersonating Mr. Elg, and I refuse to believe he was oblivious. He was there the whole time, after all.
Maya:
But if you're right, wouldn't Maggey have noticed, too?
Phoenix:
She fell unconscious when the incident occurred, remember?
Maya:
Ah! You mean that's when the phony staged his act?
Phoenix:
We'll know for sure once I find a hole in this testimony.
Phoenix:
I'm afraid I've finally got you, Mr. Armstrong.
Armstrong:
Q-Quoi? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
At the time in question, the victim was listening to the radio with his earpiece. The show he was listening to was "Millionaire Radio". Each week, they announce the winning number of a half million dollar lottery ticket.
Armstrong:
Oui. Z'at must be la show Mon. Elg was listening to.
Judge:
I can't see any problem with this testimony, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
I wonder...
Armstrong:
...?
Phoenix:
You say the victim arrived at your restaurant after 2 PM, correct?
Armstrong:
Oui, oui. I am sure of it. I remember it perfectly now! I know it was z'at time, because I 'ad just finished serving la lunch menu.
Godot:
Get to the point, Trite. If you have one.
Phoenix:
That show is broadcast live at 1:30 PM. And it claims to be "the most thrilling 10 minutes of your life"...
Judge:
I-It's on the air at 1:30!?
Phoenix:
Now, supposedly, the victim made some noise when it was announced that he had won. And yet... I don't believe his cry of joy could have occurred after 2 PM! Because the show had already finished more than 30 minutes earlier by that point in time!
Armstrong:
Nooooooooon!
Phoenix:
This "victim" we've been told about has done nothing but the impossible! Listening to the radio with a ruptured eardrum, catching a show that was already over... There is only one conclusion you can draw from these facts! This "victim" was an imposter, acting out the poisoning 30 minutes after the real murder! Yes, there were two Glen Elgs in Trés Bien that day. The real Glen Elg, now dead, having been poisoned by the real killer... ...and the phony Glen Elg, acting out the events for Mr. Kudo's witness!
Judge:
I-It certainly seems that way... I mean, if that wasn't the case, how could you explain the time discrepancy?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Quite a performance, Trite. You were almost on a roll.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
But sadly, you lack the rock hard foundation of rhythm to build your song!
Phoenix:
(...What is this? Music Theory 101?)
Godot:
Let's recap. According to your "imaginative" theory, it's now just after 2 PM... The phony Elg is performing a play for the benefit of Mr. Kudo. How do you explain then, where the real Glen Elg is!?
Phoenix:
I don't believe I have to spell this out for court! However! At that time, the real Glen Elg was already dead!
Judge:
That's certainly the obvious conclusion.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Thank you, Trite. That's exactly what I was hoping you would say.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
Now, I presume you can prove this theory of yours...? Can you explain where the missing corpse went to!?
Phoenix:
Th-The missing corpse...?
Godot:
According to the old man's testimony, there was only one other customer there. If that "customer" was the phony Glen Elg... ...then where did the killer hide the body of the real victim!?
Phoenix:
Naaaaaargh!
Judge:
The prosecution has a valid point, Mr. Wright. If your theory is to stand up to examination by the court... ...you must provide us with proof by answering the prosecution's question. Where did the killer hide the body?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor...
Godot:
No conjecture, Trite. Let's hear some facts for once. Show the court a piece of evidence that proves where the body was hidden!
Phoenix:
E-Evidence!?
Maya:
Wh-What's with the intense pressure in here all of a sudden!?
Phoenix:
(I thought I had him with that contradiction. But he's turned it all around and backed me into a corner instead!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? The court will now hear the defense's theory and evidence. First, where was the body of the real Mr. Elg concealed?
Outside Trés Bien
Phoenix:
Clearly, there's no place to hide a body inside Trés Bien. Therefore, the killer must have hauled the body outside!
Judge:
Hmm... I see.
Godot:
Nice supposition. But the real question is, "Can you back it up?" Where's the evidence that proves the body was hidden in that location!?
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
Too bad... I don't think you'll ever grasp the real heart of Rock'n'Roll.
Phoenix:
What are you talking about?
Judge:
He means that your evidence is irrelevant, Mr. Wright!
Maya:
Come on, Nick! You've got to think it through! Feel the beat! And then hit him with some heavy metal!
Phoenix:
(OK, I need to calm down and get my facts straight. What should I do now?)
Start over
Phoenix:
I-I think I need to clear my head...
Godot:
Ha...! I'd say it's already empty, Trite!
Judge:
I'm inclined to agree.
Armstrong:
Yo también.
Phoenix:
(What's with the Spanish all of a sudden!?)
Leads back to:
"Well, Mr. Wright? The court will now hear the defense's theory and evidence."
Present more evidence
Phoenix:
(There's nothing wrong with my logic so far, I'm sure of it! I'll hit them with another piece of evidence and see if that helps...)
Leads back to:
"Clearly, there's no place to hide a body inside Trés Bien."
Inside Trés Bien
Phoenix:
It'd would [sic] have been too dangerous to take the body outside. Obviously, the body must have been hidden somewhere inside Trés Bien.
Judge:
Hmm... Interesting... But where could a body have been hidden inside a restaurant? Perhaps you would care to show the court on these plans, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. The exact location where the body was concealed inside Trés Bien is...
Present anywhere
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The body was hidden here!
Judge:
Hmm... I see.
Godot:
Nice supposition. But the real question is, "Can you back it up?" Where's the evidence that proves the body was hidden in that location!?
Present Small Bottle (after presenting Kitchen)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Armstrong! Do you recognize this bottle?"
Otherwise
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
Too bad... I don't think you'll ever grasp the real heart of Rock'n'Roll.
Phoenix:
What are you talking about?
Judge:
He means that your evidence is irrelevant, Mr. Wright!
Maya:
Come on, Nick! You've got to think it through! Feel the beat! And then hit him with some heavy metal!
Phoenix:
(OK, I need to calm down and get my facts straight. What should I do now?)
Start over
Phoenix:
I-I think I need to clear my head...
Godot:
Ha...! I'd say it's already empty, Trite!
Judge:
I'm inclined to agree.
Armstrong:
Yo también.
Phoenix:
(What's with the Spanish all of a sudden!?)
Leads back to:
"Well, Mr. Wright? The court will now hear the defense's theory and evidence."
Pick another location
Phoenix:
(There's nothing wrong with my logic so far, I'm sure of it! I'll have another go at proving where the body was hidden.)
Leads back to:
"It'd would have been too dangerous to take the body outside."
Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong! Do you recognize this bottle?
Armstrong:
Non! Non, non, non! I 'ave never seen z'at ugly bottle before in my life! I only use la very best bottles, monsieur! Z'e 'ighest quality only for me!
Judge:
Where was that bottle found, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Interestingly enough, Your Honor. it was found in the kitchen of Trés Bien.
Armstrong:
Eh? Quoi!? But I only ever use z'ese bottles for my aromatherapy oils.
Phoenix:
But this bottle doesn't contain aromatherapy oil, Mr. Armstrong. No, it contains a medication.
Judge:
What kind of medication?
Phoenix:
I'm sure everyone remembers, don't they? That Mr. Elg visited an otolaryngological clinic, and was given medication that day!
Godot:
Y-You can't be serious...
Phoenix:
The defense had the contents of the bottle analyzed, and I have the lab results here! The contents of the bottle match the prescription that was given to Mr. Elg!
Godot:
Bwooooar!
Phoenix:
Glen Elg's murderer hid the body in the restaurant kitchen. At which time, this bottle fell out of the victim's pocket. Mr. Armstrong! When the incident occurred, didn't you say you were in the kitchen?
Armstrong:
M-M-Mon dieu!
Phoenix:
Yes, you know about what I'm about to say, It was YOU who hid the victim's body! You did a fine job pretending to defend my client, Maggey Byrde. However! You were setting her up to take the fall behind the poor girl's back!
Armstrong:
Nooooooooon!
Judge:
O-Order! Order! This is an extraordinary development. Witness! Did you... Did you murder Mr. Glen Elg?
Armstrong:
Never! I could not do such an 'orrible thing!
Godot:
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
M-Mr. Godot!?
Godot:
...The bitterness... Every time I get lied to, I always down a mug of coffee. ...That's one of my rules.
Phoenix:
(Do you have the slightest idea how many cups you've had by now...?)
Godot:
Then I like to do the same to the person who lied to me. I like to take them down with my empty cup! Listen up, chef! How about a brand new flavor in your ear, my "h" deficient friend?
Armstrong:
Je vous demande pardon! Please, you must 'ear me out! It is a trap! Listen to me! Por favor!
Judge:
Yo hablo Español, Mr. Armstrong, and "Por favor" is Spanish.
Godot:
I'm only going to ask you once. Did you do it?
Armstrong:
Non! Non, non! Absolutely non! I simply... I...
Godot:
Let's hear it. You've got one shot. Right, gramps?
Judge:
Witness! The court will permit you the chance to make one final statement. If you lie under oath again, Mr. Godot's coffee mug awaits you... As does my gavel!
Armstrong:
O-Oui... It is clear.
Phoenix:
(What do they always say in the movies... "I've got a bad feeling about this...")
Judge:
Very well! Begin your final testimony, Mr. Armstrong!
Witness Testimony
-- The Confession --
Armstrong:
It is true, I 'id la body in la kitchen.
A man forced me to do it. I 'ad no choice.
I 'ad to go along w'iz 'im because... Z'ere was a reason why I could not refuse.
But I did not kill 'im! I swear it! You must believe me!
Judge:
You were "forced"? By who!?
Armstrong:
I-I cannot say! Or I will be... erased!
Phoenix:
Let's try a different question then. When Mr. Elg died, was he really the only person at his table?
Armstrong:
... Z'ere was... Z'ere was another man.
Phoenix:
(I knew it!)
Maya:
Maggey was telling the truth!
Judge:
You may cross-examine the witness now, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(There's just one more thing I need to do. I gotta break this guy, and get him to tell us the name of the real killer.)
Cross Examination
-- The Confession --
Armstrong:
It is true, I 'id la body in la kitchen.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you carry the body by yourself?
Armstrong:
Oui. I carried 'im. And I carried Maggey, too.
Phoenix:
Maggey, too!?
Armstrong:
When she saw la victim collapse, she fainted. I could not leave 'er z'ere.
Judge:
But why did you hide the bodies?
Armstrong:
A man forced me to do it. I 'ad no choice.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What man? Who was he?
Armstrong:
Non! Non, I cannot say! I fear for my life!
Phoenix:
(He's really scared...)
Maya:
You'll just have to put the words in his mouth, Nick.
Phoenix:
Yeah, you're right. If he won't tell me, I'll tell him.
Judge:
But why would you go along with this man?
Present Jean's Loan Contract
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You have a half a million dollar debt, don't you?
Judge:
H-Half a million dollars!? Is this true, Mr. Armstrong?
Armstrong:
Oui! Je suis désolé! I was weak, and I borrowed la money!
Phoenix:
This is Mr. Armstrong's Achilles heel. And that's why you couldn't refuse anything asked of you by this man!
Present Furio Tigre profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A half million dollar loan from a black-market loan shark."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
I can tell today has worn you out. You have my permission to go home, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
E-Excuse me?
Armstrong:
Oui. You are tired. Z'is oil is a mild blend of myrtle and lavender...
Godot:
Don't worry, Trite. We've got this covered.
Phoenix:
(Covered!? Like I'm going to leave it to you to finish!) Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that Mr. Armstrong has this one, fatal weakness.
Leads back to:
"And that's why you couldn't refuse anything asked of you by this man!"
Present Furio Tigre profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Let's end this dance of Ring Around the Rosie, Mr. Armstrong. This is the man that you've been referring to!
Armstrong:
Aaaah!
Judge:
Who is that!? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before...
Phoenix:
(Oh, I don't know... Maybe a month ago in this very courtroom?) This man is Furio Tigre. He's the manager of a loan office called "Tender Lender".
Armstrong:
...
Phoenix:
There's no point trying to hide the truth anymore, Mr. Armstrong. I know you couldn't go against Mr. Tigre. At least, not while he had this on you!
Present Jean's Loan Contract
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A half million dollar loan from a black-market loan shark."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
I can tell today has worn you out. You have my permission to go home, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
E-Excuse me?
Armstrong:
Oui. You are tired. Z'is oil is a mild blend of myrtle and lavender...
Godot:
Don't worry, Trite. We've got this covered.
Phoenix:
(Covered!? Like I'm going to leave it to you to finish!) Mr. Armstrong! No more games!
Leads back to:
"I know you couldn't go against Mr. Tigre. At least, not while he had this on you!"
Armstrong:
I 'ad to go along w'iz 'im because... Z'ere was a reason why I could not refuse.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And what reason would that be, Mr. Armstrong?
Armstrong:
You know, monsieur...
Phoenix:
Yes?
Armstrong:
Surely you cannot expect a young maiden to talk about such an embarrassment?
Phoenix:
(A "maiden"!? You're a bit old to get away with that!)
Maya:
And a bit too male!
Phoenix:
I can't finish the cross-examination without establishing his reason. So I'll just have to prove it... with evidence!
Present Jean's Loan Contract
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You have a half a million dollar debt, don't you?
Judge:
H-Half a million dollars!? Is this true, Mr. Armstrong?
Armstrong:
Oui! Je suis désolé! I was weak, and I borrowed la money!
Phoenix:
This is Mr. Armstrong's Achilles heel. And that's why you couldn't refuse anything asked of you by this man!
Present Furio Tigre profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A half million dollar loan from a black-market loan shark."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
I can tell today has worn you out. You have my permission to go home, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
E-Excuse me?
Armstrong:
Oui. You are tired. Z'is oil is a mild blend of myrtle and lavender...
Godot:
Don't worry, Trite. We've got this covered.
Phoenix:
(Covered!? Like I'm going to leave it to you to finish!) Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that Mr. Armstrong has this one, fatal weakness.
Leads back to:
"And that's why you couldn't refuse anything asked of you by this man!"
Present Furio Tigre profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Let's end this dance of Ring Around the Rosie, Mr. Armstrong. This is the man that you've been referring to!
Armstrong:
Aaaah!
Judge:
Who is that!? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before...
Phoenix:
(Oh, I don't know... Maybe a month ago in this very courtroom?) This man is Furio Tigre. He's the manager of a loan office called "Tender Lender".
Armstrong:
...
Phoenix:
There's no point trying to hide the truth anymore, Mr. Armstrong. I know you couldn't go against Mr. Tigre. At least, not while he had this on you!
Present Jean's Loan Contract
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A half million dollar loan from a black-market loan shark."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
I can tell today has worn you out. You have my permission to go home, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
E-Excuse me?
Armstrong:
Oui. You are tired. Z'is oil is a mild blend of myrtle and lavender...
Godot:
Don't worry, Trite. We've got this covered.
Phoenix:
(Covered!? Like I'm going to leave it to you to finish!) Mr. Armstrong! No more games!
Leads back to:
"I know you couldn't go against Mr. Tigre. At least, not while he had this on you!"
Armstrong:
But I did not kill 'im! I swear it! You must believe me!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you are claiming that all you did was hide the bodies? Is that correct?
Armstrong:
Oui! Z'at's right!
Judge:
If we are to believe you, Mr. Armstrong, you must tell the court everything! You must make clear the identity of the man who ordered you to do this.
Armstrong:
...
Maya:
He's already confessed this much! He might as well stop dancing around the real issue!
Phoenix:
Yeah. But he really doesn't want to tell us who the killer is.
Maya:
Then sock it to him, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that's not a bad idea!)
Phoenix:
A half million dollar loan from a black-market loan shark. And you had no way of paying it back, did you? That's why you were forced to do anything this man told you.
Armstrong:
... Oui, it is as you say.
Maya:
Mr. Armstrong...
Armstrong:
La Tiger... 'E told me 'e was going to use my restaurant for a business rendez-vous. On la day in question, 'e was meeting la victim to demand z'at 'e repay 'is loan. I don't know why it 'appened like zat! I just did what 'e told me to do. I 'ad no choice! I carried la body and la inconscient Maggey out of la dining area... ...and into z'e kitchen. After z'at, I just tried to forget what I 'ad seen!
Phoenix:
I think we can now safely say that the man who forced your hand was Mr. Furio Tigre.
Judge:
Hmm... I do have one further question for you, Mr. Armstrong. The poison and the lottery ticket were recovered from the defendant's apron pocket. Was that your doing as well?
Armstrong:
Non! I knew nothing about z'at! Making it look like it was Maggey who 'ad done it... I was... I was not... It is déspicable!
Judge:
Mr. Godot!
Godot:
...
Judge:
You will summon this Furio Tigre as a witness! I doubt that can be arranged today, so we will adjourn for now. Proceedings will continue tomorrow...
Godot:
...Thirty minutes.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
The trial will go on. I'll see to it myself. I need half an hour to get that guy on the stand. Not a minute more.
Phoenix:
H-How the...?
Godot:
Don't sit back and relax yet, Trite! No one knows if that chef is really telling the truth or not. This trial could still go either way.
Judge:
Very well. Your request is granted, Mr. Godot. We will resume once Mr. Tigre is ready to take the stand. Until then... Court is adjourned for a 30 minute recess!
To be continued.
January 8, 1:21 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Maya:
So we're finally going to see The Tiger on the stand! We've almost got this case won now, Nick.
Phoenix:
I wish I could agree.
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
When I cross-examined Mr. Armstrong just now... ...he said he was just doing what The Tiger told him to do. But Godot picked up on it, remember? He pointed out that without proof, we don't know if what he testified is the truth.
Maya:
You mean, you think Mr. Armstrong was lying?
Phoenix:
I don't know. But if that's the line the prosecution takes, we could be in trouble. (I get the feeling that we don't have the case-making evidence we're going to need.)
Hey, pal!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe!
Maya:
What are you so jumpy about, Detective!? Your hair's standing on end!
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's the pot calling the kettle black, little Ms. Topknot!
Maya:
It's not a topknot!
Phoenix:
Never mind about the hair! Just calm down, alright?
Gumshoe:
I-I can't stand still when I don't have a job to do! I-I-I kinda get wound up. Aaaaaaargh!
Phoenix:
(No kidding!)
Gumshoe:
You gotta have something you need me to do, pal! Anything!
Phoenix:
Well, um...
Gumshoe:
Hey, I'm gonna take a jog back down to the precinct. I could get some prints analyzed for you if you've got an hour!
Phoenix:
An hour!? The trial will have reconvened by then!
Maya:
But, Nick! We still don't have a really decisive piece of evidence, right?
Phoenix:
(True. Without some kind of trump card to pull out of the bag, we're really stuck...) You said you could get some fingerprint analysis done in an hour?
Gumshoe:
You bet!
Phoenix:
In that case, would you mind checking the prints on this for me?
Present Small Bottle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
If you're going back to the station anyway, could you find out whose prints are on this?
Gumshoe:
Oh, hey. That's that small bottle I gave back to you this morning, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I think it's time we solved the last mystery of who the prints on it belongs to.
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, pal! Actually, that's been gnawing at me, too!
Leads to:
"Small Bottle given to Detective Gumshoe."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
What are you doing, Nick!? If Detective Gumshoe's going to check some prints for us, shouldn't he be checking this?
Gumshoe:
That's that small bottle I gave back to you this morning, right?
Phoenix:
The victim's ear medication that we found in the kitchen?
Maya:
Look, it even says, "covered in unidentified fingerprints" right in the Court Record!
Gumshoe:
You're right! Actually, that's been gnawing at me, too.
Maya:
So you'll look into it for us? Awesome!
Phoenix:
Um, what about the thing I asked you to run a check on?
Gumshoe:
Oh, that. Sure, I'll see what I can do if I've got any spare time.
Phoenix:
(Spare time...? I feel so unimportant right now...)
Leads to:
"Small Bottle given to Detective Gumshoe."
Small Bottle given to Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
OK, I'll get this off to the lab right away. Just make sure you don't lose the case before I get back!
Phoenix:
(This is pretty much the final showdown, I guess...)
Maya:
It's time to separate the phonies from the real guys!
January 8, 1:56 PM
District CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court will now reconvene. Mr. Godot. Did you find this Furio Tigre...?
Godot:
I even tamed him for you. It was a 3 cup job. No problem.
Phoenix:
(T-Tamed him...? The guy's name may be Furio Tigre, but come on...)
Godot:
He's pretty lively. Be careful... He still bites.
Judge:
Very well. Please show Mr. Tigre to the stand!
Judge:
...Um... Witness. Please state your name and occupation for th--
Tigre:
Grrraaaaaaaargh!
Maya:
Aaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
(Don't hide under the table Maya! ...Unless there is room for me down there too!)
Judge:
I, uh... Um... W-W-W-Would you mind...
Tigre:
What'youse say to me!?
Judge:
N-N-N-Nothing! I didn't say nuddin'! Honest!
Phoenix:
(Who could've guessed that fear would induce a bad Brooklyn accent in the judge?)
Tigre:
I got business to take care of, ya hear me? So who the hell called me into dis hole? Was it you', spikey!?
Phoenix:
Ack, no. Of course not... It was... the judge... ... Your Honor!?
Judge:
Oh, dear! I, um... I seem to have dropped my pen. Where on earth is it...? Don't mind me! Just carry on with the proceedings as normal.
Phoenix:
(That's it. We're doomed.)
Tigre:
Maybe youse didn't hear me! I said, who the hell was it dat called me in here!?
Godot:
There's no need to shout. We can all hear you.
Tigre:
Whad'youse say?
Godot:
There's no point struggling. You're caught in a snare. The relentless snare of the law! And I'm the one that hauled you in!
Tigre:
Grrr...
Phoenix:
(T... Too cool...)
Maya:
Don't let him get the better of you, Nick!
Godot:
Let's start with the basics. You know about the incident in question, correct?
Tigre:
Incident!? I don't know nuthin' about no stinkin' incident, mask boy!
Godot:
You mean you didn't attend the previous trial of Maggey Byrde?
Tigre:
Maggey who!? I've got more important things to do dan watch courtroom dramas!
Judge:
Of course. Well, perhaps you could give us your testimony, then? Please tell us about what you did on the day of the murder.
Tigre:
...Hmph. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
...!
Tigre:
Youse de one who set dis up, didn't you'? Youse gonna regret the day you ruffled The Tiger's fur. You' hear what I'm sayin'?
Phoenix:
*gulp* (Maybe I should've brought a diaper with me today...)
Maya:
Get a grip, Nick!
Witness Testimony
-- The Tiger's Alibi --
Tigre:
I don't know nothin' about no murder.
I was tied up with business in December last year. Spent all'a my time in my office.
I got whales lined up to borrow cash from Tender Lender every single day.
Youse wanna check my alibi, just ask Violetta.
Judge:
Ah, at last I found my pen. Very well then, Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination, plea--
Tigre:
Aaaaargh!
Judge:
Wh-What is it!? Please, witness, if you could refrain from shouting out like that.
Tigre:
I know de kinda games dat guy in the blue plays! That lowlife ain't no lawyer! He just punches away at stupid details 'til he wins.
Phoenix:
L-Lowlife...? Me?
Tigre:
Listen up, smarty! Every time you' ask me some'ding dat doesn't relate to dis case... ...I'm gonna bill you 50,000 dollars! And youse gonna borrow the cash from me!
Phoenix:
Uh... (That's one loan contract I refuse to sign!)
Tigre:
And don't think it ain't gonna hurt when you' get tangled with The Tiger!
Godot:
Ha...! I love a good spectator sport.
Judge:
J-J-Just a minute! That's really not...
Godot:
This witness is... How can I put it? A hungry tiger roaming the urban jungle! Get on his bad side, and he'll bite everyone's heads off. Yours, too!
Judge:
Very well. I have no choice but to impose a penalty system here.
Tigre:
Youse better be listening. I said I got business to take care of. Big business! If I don't split now, I ain't gonna catch my bus...
Judge:
The court will impose a penalty for any irrelevant pressing of witness testimony. Keep that in mind as you begin your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Maya:
You can do it, Nick!
Phoenix:
Come out from under there already, would you, Maya?
Cross Examination
-- The Tiger's Alibi --
Tigre:
I don't know nothin' about no murder.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I don't buy that you haven't even heard of the incident that occurred at Trés Bien!
Tigre:
Heh heh. Youse got a big mouth, Wright! Youse tryin' to say I was on some mob hit? Is dat what you' tryin' to say? Where's your proof, then!?
Phoenix:
Um... E-Evidence, yes... Well...
Tigre:
"For an attorney to make an accusation in court, he must have evidence." That's from "Loan Shark to Lawyer: A Beginner's Guide", yeah?
Judge:
Ah! I see you're studious type, Mr. Tigre. Very good.
Godot:
Ha...! Why don't you ask him to represent you sometime, Trite?
Phoenix:
(Grrr... What should I do?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Mr. Tigre!
Tigre:
Whad'youse want!?
Phoenix:
Err... If you wouldn't mind going into a bit more detail...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
This is a dead end, Trite, and you know it. Remember the rules!
Judge:
Pressing the witness without evidence to back up your attack is prohibited. As I said earlier, the court will impose a penalty for such behavior!
Phoenix:
(Ouch. The pain...)
Leads to:
"Now then, Mr. Tigre..."
Leave it
Phoenix:
(It's too dangerous to press things without knowing where they might end up. I'd better just focus on gathering information at the moment...)
Leads to:
"Now then, Mr. Tigre..."
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Tigre... Would you mind repeating your testimony from the beginning, please?
Tigre:
My time ain't free, you' hear? Youse betta remember dat! If I miss that bus, someone's gonna pay!
Phoenix:
Nngh...
Tigre:
I was tied up with business in December last year. Spent all'a my time in my office.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure about that? We're talking about one month ago, you know.
Tigre:
You' see these teeth!? That's how sharp my secretary is.
Phoenix:
Sharp...? (Is he talking about Viola Cadaverini?)
Tigre:
She writes everything in my scheduler. "December: Mainly in the office." That's what it says, so that's where I was!
Judge:
That seems like a rather, err... sketchy schedule...
Tigre:
Gwwrrr...
Phoenix:
(There he goes again! Hmm... What The Tiger did all December isn't the issue... What's important is what he was doing on the day of the murder... So, now what?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Mr. Tigre!
Tigre:
Whad'youse want!?
Phoenix:
Err... If you wouldn't mind going into a bit more detail...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
This is a dead end, Trite, and you know it. Remember the rules!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
No! It's essential that we establish the witness's alibi accurately.
Judge:
...I agree.
Phoenix:
The victim was killed on December 3rd. Were you in the office that day, too?
Tigre:
Maybe youse ain't listening. Of course I was! I never set foot outside. I had meetin's all day with a bunch of cats wantin' to do business wid me. I ain't never seen that young kid before!
Judge:
...I do believe the witness's last statement was important. Um... Mr. Godot, if you could please...
Godot:
Mr. Tigre. The court asks you to add that last statement to your testimony.
Tigre:
...Hmph!
Phoenix:
(Don't let an animal beat you! Be a man, Your Honor, and ask him yourself!)
Adds statement "The day youse talkin' about, I was in de office, too. I never saw that kid before."
Leave it
Phoenix:
(It's too dangerous to press things without knowing where they might end up. I'd better just focus on gathering information at the moment...)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Tigre... Would you mind repeating your testimony from the beginning, please?
Tigre:
My time ain't free, you' hear? Youse betta remember dat! If I miss that bus, someone's gonna pay!
Phoenix:
Nngh...
Leads back to cross-examination
Tigre:
The day youse talkin' about, I was in de office, too. I never saw that kid before.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You didn't know Mr. Glen Elg? Really?
Tigre:
I don't mess with the guppies when there are bigger fish to fry. Whaddya say, boss!?
Judge:
Hmm? Who? Me!?
Tigre:
Howse about I hit you with a fat 200,000 dollars?
Judge:
Hmm... Well, I was thinking about purchasing a nice car from Europe...
Phoenix:
(He's seriously considering this!?)
Maya:
Wow, The Tiger's a really good salesman, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah. And if I want to sell this case, I need to copy.
Maya:
How about you hit him with a fat piece of evidence, boss?
Phoenix:
(I wish it was that easy...)
Present Glen's Calendar
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Tigre..."
Tigre:
I got whales lined up to borrow cash from Tender Lender every single day.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So I take it you get a lot of customers at your black market loan office?
Tigre:
It's tough for de little guys these days. Small businesses are feelin' the pinch. Bosses of companies like that wanna get in good with me. I'm deir best friend.
Judge:
I see. That's very admirable of you, witness.
Tigre:
Yeah, well. Tender Lender's motto is "Win Through Compromise" ya know.
Judge:
"Win Through Compromise"? What is that supposed to mean?
Tigre:
"Compromise the customer to win." That's what it means. Youse got it?
Phoenix:
(...With "best friends" like you, who needs enemies!?)
Tigre:
Here, let me spell it out for youse all! You don't pay me back within 3 days, Spikey, I take what's due, and you' stupid hair! Youse follow what I'm saying!?
Phoenix:
Um... But I'm not one of your customers... (Should I ask more about Tender Lender or not?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Mr. Tigre!
Tigre:
Whad'youse want!?
Phoenix:
Err... If you wouldn't mind going into a bit more detail...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
This is a dead end, Trite, and you know it. Remember the rules!
Judge:
Pressing the witness without evidence to back up your attack is prohibited. As I said earlier, the court will impose a penalty for such behavior!
Phoenix:
(Ouch. The pain...)
Leads to:
"Now then, Mr. Tigre..."
Leave it
Phoenix:
(It's too dangerous to press things without knowing where they might end up. I'd better just focus on gathering information at the moment...)
Leads to:
"Now then, Mr. Tigre..."
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Tigre... Would you mind repeating your testimony from the beginning, please?
Tigre:
My time ain't free, you' hear? Youse betta remember dat! If I miss that bus, someone's gonna pay!
Phoenix:
Nngh...
Tigre:
Youse wanna check my alibi, just ask Violetta.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
By "Violetta", you're talking about the Cadaverini family's...?
Tigre:
Yeah. You' don't wanna cross them, or youse gonna wind up sleepin' with de fishes. Once the Godfather finds out youse been draggin' Violetta through the mud... ...he'll... do you... in...
Phoenix:
... Sorry, I... I couldn't quite put it all together towards the end there...
Maya:
He said that just like Viola, didn't he?
Phoenix:
(I get the feeling this might not be the right time to probe him about her...)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Mr. Tigre!
Tigre:
Whad'youse want!?
Phoenix:
Err... If you wouldn't mind going into a bit more detail...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
This is a dead end, Trite, and you know it. Remember the rules!
Judge:
Pressing the witness without evidence to back up your attack is prohibited. As I said earlier, the court will impose a penalty for such behavior!
Phoenix:
(Ouch. The pain...)
Leads to:
"Now then, Mr. Tigre..."
Leave it
Phoenix:
(It's too dangerous to press things without knowing where they might end up. I'd better just focus on gathering information at the moment...)
Leads to:
"Now then, Mr. Tigre..."
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Tigre... Would you mind repeating your testimony from the beginning, please?
Tigre:
My time ain't free, you' hear? Youse betta remember dat! If I miss that bus, someone's gonna pay!
Phoenix:
Nngh...
Maya:
Just think! All you have to do is press him on something irrelevant, and bam! $50,000!
Phoenix:
Get real, Maya! How about you pay back the money then. Your allowance should cover it!
Maya:
Hey! I'm no idiot, you know!
Phoenix:
(Well, I'M certainly not the one who thought the $50,000 was free money!) Anyway, I need to work this guy without pressing his testimony too hard.
Maya:
But his testimony is pretty solid as it is...
Phoenix:
(I admit nothing jumps out at me as a contradiction. But I've got to find an opening somewhere... Or I need to make one.)
Phoenix:
Mr. Tigre... You claim you didn't know Mr. Glen Elg. But it appears that Mr. Elg knew you.
Tigre:
What!?
Phoenix:
Mr. Elg left this little note on his calendar. "Meet with The Tiger"... Dated, December 3rd.
Judge:
D-December 3rd!? That's... the day of the murder!
Phoenix:
So, Mr. Tigre, I submit that you did indeed know one Mr. Glen Elg! Because on the very day of the incident, you met with him!
Tigre:
... Grrrah ha ha ha hah! Not bad! Youse actually not bad.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry?
Tigre:
I was just messin' with youse to see how good you' were.
Maya:
Did you hear that, Nick? He said you're not bad!
Phoenix:
(That's one compliment I can do without! Plus, he's lying through his teeth!)
Judge:
Um, witness. Please remember that you're under oath. Lies will not be tolerated.
Tigre:
Youse callin' me a liar!? Is that what you' doin'!?
Judge:
Ruh-roh!
Godot:
So you're saying that your claim to have "never seen that kid before" is the truth?
Tigre:
I said I'm dead serious! Youse betta believe that's truth!
Godot:
Ha...! Then I'd say that gives me time... to enjoy another cup of pure black magic! That is, while you testify for the court again, Mr. Tigre.
Judge:
Oh, yes! Um, would you mind indulging the court, witness?
Phoenix:
(He never actually met the victim!? That's got to be a lie right there! It's time I nailed this guy!)
Witness Testimony
-- The Victim, Glen Elg --
Tigre:
I ain't no liar. I never met Glen Elg.
There was some lame guy with that name, though. Wanted to borrow cash from me.
I set up a meetin' with the guy... at my office, Tender Lender.
I waited around for him, but he ain't ever showed.
I ain't never been to that Trés Bien joint, youse hear?
Judge:
I see... That all seems perfectly logical. You had arranged to meet with the victim, but he didn't show up.
Godot:
I've heard it's pretty hard to keep appointments when you're dead.
Judge:
Very well. You may begin your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor!
Tigre:
Didn't I tell you I got a big deal goin' down today? I ain't gonna make my bus now. I'm gonna have to take the express train. That bill's goin' straight to you... Wright!
Phoenix:
Grr...
Cross Examination
-- The Victim, Glen Elg --
Tigre:
I ain't no liar. I never met Glen Elg.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And yet, your name was written on the victim's calendar!
Tigre:
Get that horse calendar outta my face! I'm The Tiger, not a lame horse, you' porcupine! Tigers like me eat horses like that for breakfast!
Judge:
No, no, no! Witnesses aren't permitted to eat evidence. Not that they ever would! ... Well, there's was [sic] a case once, where a young lad ate--
Phoenix:
A-Anyway! If you had never met the victim before, how do explain this note he left?
Tigre:
There was some lame guy with that name, though. Wanted to borrow cash from me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That's very strange. According to the manager of the firm where the victim worked... ...December 3rd was the date he had to repay his loan. He wasn't due to discuss borrowing money, but repaying what he owed...
Tigre:
Oh. Yeah. Maybe youse right. Whatever it was, it was goin' down at the beginnin' of December.
Phoenix:
So you did meet Mr. Elg, then!?
Tigre:
Hey, Wright. Youse might wanna cool your jets a sec.
Tigre:
I set up a meetin' with the guy... at my office, Tender Lender.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So your meeting wasn't supposed to be at Trés Bien, then?
Tigre:
Why would I wanna go to a dump like dat? If I wanna talk with my clients, I got an office decked out for the job. I got the best punching bag youse ever saw in there.
Phoenix:
(Not exactly a professional office you've got there, you know...) So you were in your office on the day in question?
Tigre:
I waited around for him, but he ain't ever showed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
He didn't show up?
Godot:
Ha...! What do you think, Trite? Let's see. How does a dead man get from a French restaurant to a loan shark's office?
Phoenix:
And you yourself didn't go to Trés Bien?
Tigre:
What are you' tryin' to pin on me here?
Phoenix:
Um...
Tigre:
Why don't youse come down to my office? We can chat about this thing my way, yeah? I got the best punching bag youse ever saw in there.
Phoenix:
No, no! No need! I'm good, thanks!
Tigre:
Listen up! I ain't got nothin' more to say, except this.
Tigre:
I ain't never been to that Trés Bien joint, youse hear?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Never? Not even once?
Tigre:
Not even once. I was in my office the day that went down. I didn't put poison in no kid's coffee. Capice?
Judge:
Hmm...
Present Trés Bien Matches
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Tigre. Is there something you'd like to tell the court about these matches?"
Maya:
Do you think he really didn't meet Glen Elg?
Phoenix:
Not likely. Because I'm convinced this guy's behind the whole thing.
Maya:
So you mean... that whole testimony he just gave was a lie?
Phoenix:
Of course. So we can't afford to give him time to think of ways to plug the leaks in it. I've got to nail him while I still can!
Phoenix:
Mr. Tigre. Is there something you'd like to tell the court about these matches?
Tigre:
Matches? What youse talkin' about?
Phoenix:
We found them in your office at Tender Lender. They're from "that" restaurant.
Tigre:
Wh...!?
Phoenix:
If you've really never been to Trés Bien before... ...what was a book of the restaurant's matches doing on your desk!?
Tigre:
Youse been snoopin' around in my stuff now too, wiseguy!? What are you', my ball and chain!? Ain't no broad controlling me!
Judge:
Order! Order! Well, witness? I think it's time you started telling us the truth, don't you?
Tigre:
Grrraaaaargh!
Judge:
S-Sorry! I'm terribly sorry! Forgive me!
Tigre:
I ain't no pussy-cat! I don't go back on what I said! But, OK... I was at the joint that day.
Phoenix:
Whaaat!?
Tigre:
But listen good, alright? I might've been there, but I still never met that kid.
Godot:
Well, well... Looks like an order just came in for another testimony.
Phoenix:
(I'm this close to proving it was him! He did meet Glen Elg that day. And he did put poison in his coffee! He must have!)
Witness Testimony
-- At Trés Bien --
Tigre:
I was supposed to meet wid the kid at the restaurant that afternoon.
When I opened the door to the joint, I saw one ugly scene.
The guy was laid out over the table, stiff as concrete.
I figured if the place wasn't hot already, it was gonna be, so I split.
I heard the cop's sirens on my way out, and I went straight back to my office.
Judge:
I see... You didn't actually meet with him in the end, then. Well, Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination, please.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Tigre:
Hold it! If I wait around here any longer, I ain't even gonna make the normal express. No more stupid questions.
Godot:
Ha...! No problem. Any time Trite presses you on something irrelevant, I'll see he pays a penalty.
Judge:
M-Mr. Godot! That's my job!
Godot:
Your job is to slam that little hammer of yours and call a guilty verdict. So do it!
Judge:
Y-Yes, sir!
Tigre:
The special express ain't cheap, Wright! Just so youse know since youse payin'!
Phoenix:
(Oh, man. Doesn't the rule of law mean anything around here!?)
Cross Examination
-- At Trés Bien --
Tigre:
I was supposed to meet wid the kid at the restaurant that afternoon.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So the meeting wasn't due to take place at Tender Lender at all then?
Tigre:
The kid was makin' a fuss about comin' into de office. It's always that way when I wanna talk about repayments. Even though I got the best punching bag you' ever seen if there are any "issues".
Phoenix:
(Maybe it's because of the punching bag that people are scared to come?) So that's why you decided to meet at Trés Bien?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! You're going over old ground again, Trite.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry.
Godot:
You just earned yourself a penalty. Now suck it down!
Judge:
You will suck down the penalty, Mr. Wright. And you will like it!
Phoenix:
(Thank you, sir, may I have another!)
Tigre:
When I opened the door to the joint, I saw one ugly scene.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
An "ugly scene"? What do you mean?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
The witness has already told us, Trite. Which makes that question... irrelevant!
Phoenix:
B-But...!
Godot:
I limit myself to 17 cups of coffee during a trial. That's the rule. You better limit the number of times you take a penalty, Trite. Or your guts will look like the inside of a chimney! Ashen!
Judge:
Don't make me burn you again, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(I guess I shouldn't have pressed him on that.)
Tigre:
Guess I'm gonna make that special express after all.
Judge:
So, to recap... This "ugly scene" you saw was...?
Present Trés Bien Floor Plans
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You're something of a loan collecting pro, aren't you, Mr. Tigre?"
Tigre:
The guy was laid out over the table, stiff as concrete.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean you saw Glen Elg's dead body?
Tigre:
I guess I did. But I only saw him from behind. He was wearin' some raggy bit of cloth he called a hat.
Phoenix:
And what time was this?
Tigre:
I dunno.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Tigre:
You' know what winds me up more than anythin' else in the world? Watches! Round watches! I ain't gonna pollute my paws wid some tickin' henpecker!
Judge:
Out of interest, Mr. Tigre, what winds you up the second most?
Tigre:
Huh? Whad'youse think!? Square watches!
Phoenix:
(Is this guy for real!?)
Tigre:
Look, all I need to know was that somethin' bad was goin' down in that place.
Present Trés Bien Floor Plans
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You're something of a loan collecting pro, aren't you, Mr. Tigre?"
Tigre:
I figured if the place wasn't hot already, it was gonna be, so I split.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you didn't actually set foot inside the restaurant, then?
Tigre:
The Tiger is a busy cat. I don't hang around for no one. I ain't got time to be caught up in no murder investigation.
Phoenix:
So, when exactly did you pick up the matches?
Godot:
There are matches just inside the front door. Our detective friend wound up in trouble with the chef after taking 5 books home.
Phoenix:
(Poor Gumshoe... It's almost enough to make a man cry...)
Tigre:
I heard the cop's sirens on my way out, and I went straight back to my office.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You went straight back? Did a bout of guilt suddenly hit you for what you did?
Tigre:
What're youse trying to say!? You' tryin' to tell me youse ain't never been guilty of nothin'?
Phoenix:
Um...
Godot:
We all have our crosses to bear. We all have to swallow the dark secrets we hide... ...Like this!
Phoenix:
(The courtroom's not exactly the place to talk about dark secrets, is it?)
Judge:
It seems you've done it again, Mr. Wright. Another irrelevant line of questioning. I must impose a penalty accordingly!
Phoenix:
(How about a penalty for those two jokers and the garbage they keep coming up with!?)
Maya:
Well, Nick? What do you think?
Phoenix:
He's running out of ways to avoid the truth. I need to press him fast before he has time to think things through. I've got to come right back at him with a contradiction!
Maya:
Be careful what you press him on, though, or you'll get penalized, OK?
Phoenix:
You're something of a loan collecting pro, aren't you, Mr. Tigre?
Tigre:
No one escapes The Tiger's clutches!
Phoenix:
Well I'm something of a lie detecting pro.
Tigre:
...
Phoenix:
And no one escapes The Phoenix's clutches! I think it's time we got something straight.
Godot:
What's this, Trite? A new line of irrelevant questioning?
Phoenix:
These are the floor plans of the crime scene. You say you were standing at the entrance, Mr. Tigre? From there, your field of vision would have covered an area something like... this.
Judge:
Indeed. The witness would have had a clear view of the victim's seat.
Tigre:
Isn't that what I just said? I saw the back of the kid's head.
Phoenix:
Unfortunately for you, that is not possible. If the court would think back, you'll remember that between each of the tables... ...is a tall partition!
Judge:
Why...! That's true!
Phoenix:
Now look at the plans again! The truth is painfully obvious! From the entrance, the field of vision of any customer walking in... ...ends here!
Tigre:
...
Phoenix:
So, from the entrance of Trés Bien, you couldn't have seen the victim's seat. But you did see the victim that day... because you met with him!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Wrong! Have you forgotten the old man's testimony yesterday? The victim was alone at his table.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But the defense just proved that point to be moot! The "victim" witnessed by Mr. Kudo was not Glen Elg, but a fake!
Godot:
What!?
Phoenix:
In order to have Mr. Kudo falsely testify... ...the real killer posed as the victim he had just killed and acted out a charade!
Judge:
That will do! This trial has gone on long enough without the obvious question being answered. Who exactly was this "real killer" who impersonated the victim?
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
You say the killer murdered Glen Elg... ...and then impersonated his victim in a performance for Victor Kudo? In that case, Mr. Wright, reveal the identity of this "criminal" to the court!
Present Furio Tigre profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Obviously..."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Obviously, it's the person you least expect! Um... What's the matter, Your Honor?
Judge:
Oh, nothing! I just dropped my pen again. Don't mind me. Carry on with the proceedings as normal.
Maya:
Better think again while he's down there, Nick.
Phoenix:
(I guess I should've picked the obvious choice...)
Judge:
Very good. I've found my pen now. So, allow me to pose the question again, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"You say the killer murdered Glen Elg..."
Phoenix:
Obviously... ...the killer is Furio Tigre! No one else could have done it.
Judge:
Wh-What!? Well, witness?
Tigre:
... Grrrah ha hah! Now that's cute! Youse think you can pin this on The Tiger!? Maybe youse don't understand. The Tiger is king of the jungle! So I dares you' to say it again! Come on! You' got the guts!?
Judge:
Y-Y-You can't threaten m-me, Mr. Tigre! I-It's the defense! Go ahead and tell the witness, Mr. Wright! Mr. Wriiight!
Tigre:
Sounds to me like it must be you', old man. Youse got guts, I'll give you that.
Judge:
M-M-Mr. Wright! Do not leave me to handle this alone!
Godot:
...Ha...! Perhaps I can end this embarrassment.
Judge:
M-Mr. Godot!
Godot:
Let's just go back over Mr. Kudo's testimony one more time. The old man didn't see just the victim! Oh, no, no, no.
Kudo:
The serving girl brought him a javaccino... But she put something in it! There's no question about it! She very conspicuously put some white powder in there!
Godot:
Was the victim he saw the real victim or not? That doesn't matter. The fact remains, he saw the accused put the poison into the coffee!
Judge:
...! Yes, it was the waitress who poisoned the coffee--
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
V-Very impressive, Mr. Godot. ...Waiting for my absence to launch your attack!
Godot:
Ha...! Found your pen at last, Trite?
Phoenix:
It was in my pocket. *ahem* But anyway... Mr. Kudo witnessed two people that day. He saw the victim, the "supposed" Mr. Glen Elg, and the "waitress"... from behind.
Judge:
Yes... Your point, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I think the conclusion is obvious. If this "Glen Elg" was really the killer in disguise... ...then surely it's possible the "waitress" was also part of the show.
Judge:
What!? You mean, the waitress was an imposter as well!?
Phoenix:
The defendant, Ms. Byrde, fell unconscious immediately after the incident. And someone used her fainting to hatch an elaborate plan to pin the murder on her!
Judge:
Who on earth was it!? Who was this "waitress" that Mr. Kudo witnessed?
Present Viola Cadaverini profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"W-Who is this woman?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Obviously, it's the person you least expect! Um... What's the matter, Your Honor?
Judge:
Oh, nothing! I just dropped my pen again. Don't mind me. Carry on with the proceedings as normal.
Maya:
Better think again while he's down there, Nick.
Phoenix:
(I guess I should've picked the obvious choice...)
Judge:
Very good. I've found my pen now. So, allow me to pose the question again, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"Who on earth was it!?"
Judge:
W-Who is this woman?
Phoenix:
Her name is Viola Cadaverini. She's an employee of Tender Lender.
Tigre:
Youse makin' a big mistake... D'you know who Violetta's grandfather is? You' betta be goin' home in an armored truck tonight, if you' know what I mean...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Stop shaking, Nick!
Phoenix:
Wh-Where was I? Yes, the defendant, Ms. Byrde, has stated the following...
Byrde:
Well, when I took the coffee over to the victim's table... ...it's true there was another customer in the restaurant.
Byrde:
Umm... She was sort of creepy... And she had a kind of cackling laugh.
Tigre:
...
Phoenix:
There are just too many contradictions in this case. The "second man" at the victim's table who nobody but Ms. Byrde seems to have seen. The earpiece worn by the victim in his left ear when that eardrum was ruptured! And the radio show he was supposedly listening to half an hour after it was over. There is only one logical explanation that clears up all of these contradictions! The whole incident took place twice! Once for real, and once for show! And, Mr. Furio Tigre, the only person who could have committed the crime... ...was you!
Tigre:
... ......
Judge:
W-Witness? What have you got to say?
Tigre:
... That's cute!
Judge:
S-Sorry?
Tigre:
Youse alright. I could do with a guy like you' around.
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean?
Tigre:
OK, I'm in on this game! I'm gonna have to charter a jet to get me to my meetin' now, but... ...I'm gonna give youse one more thing to think about before I go.
Phoenix:
Something to think about?
Tigre:
Youse got it all wrapped up nice, huh, Wright? But youse missed out one real important thing!
Phoenix:
But that can't be!
Tigre:
I was in the joint that day. And I met that kid, too.
Phoenix:
...!
Tigre:
But I couldn't have poisoned him, youse hear?
Judge:
What!? Do you really expect us to believe you now, Mr. Tigre?
Godot:
Ha...! What a troublemaker.
Phoenix:
T-Troublemaker...?
Godot:
Looks like we're going to need another one for the road. One more steaming cup of hot testimony!
Judge:
Indeed. Witness, you will explain yourself to the court. I will give you one more chance to testify. What happened that day at Trés Bien between yourself and the victim?
Witness Testimony
-- Ties to the Victim --
Tigre:
Yeah, I loaned Elg cash. About 100,000 dollars.
That day, we was due to have a little chat. The kid had hit his payback date, see?
So anyway, he tells me he's got no way to pay up.
I'm about to flatten the guy, when he starts screamin'.
"Yesss! I won! Half a million bucks!" He got lucky, you' know. Real lucky.
If that waitress hadn't done what she done, everythin' woulda been over.
Judge:
Now, I see that the principal amount you loaned to Mr. Elg was 50,000 dollars...
Tigre:
Yeah, well. Youse got the vig to take into account. Interest builds up fast, you' know.
Phoenix:
(That's faster than fast! 100,000 dollars is twice his principal!)
Judge:
And the repayment deadline was December 3rd, the day of the incident in question.
Tigre:
Yeah. He was one lucky kid! He got that half a million just in time. So I ain't have no reason to kill the kid. And if I ain't got no motive, you ain't got no case!
Phoenix:
(His motive? Hmm... He has to have one, but what is it?)
Cross Examination
-- Ties to the Victim --
Tigre:
Yeah, I loaned Elg cash. About 100,000 dollars.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did he have any way of paying the loan back?
Tigre:
The fool was a gambler. He said he couldn't give it up 'til he landed a big win. So I agreed to help him.
Judge:
Help him? You?
Tigre:
I kept hittin' him with ideas for ways he could getta big win. But the guy kept losin'.
Phoenix:
So you were helping him for his sake? Or yours?
Tigre:
"Win Through Compromise"! Youse help me, I help youse! What's the difference, huh?
Phoenix:
(...I don't believe this!)
Maya:
Nick, would anyone really ever loan money to someone they thought was unreliable? Like, for example, if it were you, I'd only loan you five bucks, max.
Phoenix:
(Thanks a lot, Maya.)
Tigre:
That day, we was due to have a little chat. The kid had hit his payback date, see?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So how much were you expecting him to pay you back on that day?
Tigre:
What d'youse think!? The whole package! $100,000, including interest.
Maya:
That's a real heavyweight punch!
Tigre:
Once a client misses a repayment, you' call the whole loan in. You' wanna make it in my world, that's all youse gotta know.
Judge:
And how many times had Mr. Elg been late with his repayments?
Tigre:
Once.
Phoenix:
And how much was he supposed to pay back every month?
Tigre:
50 bucks.
Maya:
Sounds like Mr. Elg was in a real sticky spot.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, at 50 dollars a month, he'd never pay that huge loan off!)
Tigre:
So anyway, he tells me he's got no way to pay up.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How much did he have left on his debt?
Tigre:
You want it in round figures? About 100,000 bucks.
Phoenix:
(That's the whole amount!)
Godot:
We're talking about a guy who had 58 cents in his wallet.
Tigre:
What!? Youse tellin' me he wasn't even gonna pay for the coffee!?
Judge:
He certainly seems to have been a brave man, this Mr. Elg.
Tigre:
That guy was smooth, I tell youse. Real smooth! "You'll have your money in less than 5 minutes!" That's what he says to me. The guy then calls me the "Tender Tiger". He was skatin' on thin ice with me!
Tigre:
I'm about to flatten the guy, when he starts screamin'.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was that because he...?
Tigre:
The guy won the lottery. Was his last chance at a big win.
Judge:
And you confirm that this is the ticket in question?
Tigre:
...That's it.
Judge:
The "Millionaire Radio" show starts at 1:30 PM and runs for 10 minutes... That fixes the time you two met with some accuracy.
Phoenix:
(And the whole scene was acted out again 30 minutes later. All so that Mr. Kudo would see it!)
Tigre:
I can still see the kid's face now. I ain't never gonna forget it.
Tigre:
"Yesss! I won! Half a million bucks!" He got lucky, you' know. Real lucky.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was there anyone else in the restaurant at the time?
Tigre:
I don't remember.
Phoenix:
(If there was no one there, I'll wear that ridiculous tiger shirt for a month! Mr. Armstrong, Maggey and if I'm right, Viola Cadaverini, were all there at that time.)
Judge:
So, the victim had intended to repay you from his lottery winnings from the beginning?
Tigre:
Seems dat way to me.
Judge:
B-But you wouldn't normally expect to win the lottery, would you!?
Godot:
Ha...! The undying belief that your next roll will end the worst losing streak you ever had... That's what defines a true gambler.
Phoenix:
(He makes it sound so cool...)
Maya:
Don't be tempted, Nick! You haven't got the will-power for it!
Tigre:
All I know is, the kid took a shot and he got lucky in the end.
Tigre:
If that waitress hadn't done what she done, everythin' woulda been over.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The waitress. You mean...?
Tigre:
The girl with the glasses in the defendant's chair! Who else could I mean!? If she hadn't got in the way, things woulda been, bada-bing, bada-boom, over and done with!
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should push a little on this...)
Ask about what Maggey did
Phoenix:
What exactly are you implying the defendant did?
Tigre:
How about you go ask four-eyes about that half a million dollar ticket! She wanted it so bad... ...she poisoned Elg's coffee.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
A likely theory! Your word hasn't held water lately, Mr. Tigre.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Let's not forget this witness was actually at the scene, Trite.
Tigre:
The law don't exactly agree with some of the deals I send down. I couldn't be there when de cops showed up, so I split.
Judge:
I-I see...
Godot:
Your Honor! The witness's last few statements are worth a good two cups of coffee.
Judge:
I concur, Mr. Godot! You will amend your testimony accordingly, witness!
Tigre:
Ha ha ha! So that's what youse after, Phoenix Wright!
Changes statement from "If that waitress hadn't done what she done, everythin' woulda been over." to "Thanks to what she did, my business with that kid was over!"
Ask how things would've been
Phoenix:
What do you mean things would have been over and done with?
Tigre:
Are youse all there or what!? I'm talkin' about the cash! I was there to get my 100,000 bucks back. That's all. I'm a business man. It was all comin' together before that waitress got in the way.
Judge:
Hmm... As far as I can tell from the witness's testimony... ...other than recouping his loan, Mr. Tigre had no motive for killing the victim. Witness! You will amend your testimony to reflect what you just said.
Phoenix:
(The Tiger's motive, huh...)
Changes statement from "If that waitress hadn't done what she done, everythin' woulda been over." to "I was after the $100,000. I didn't have no other reason to kill the guy!"
Tigre:
Thanks to what she did, my business with that kid was over!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
(The Tiger's trying to pin the crime on Maggey. If I ask him about what he saw, it's only going to damage our case.) What do you mean things would have been over and done with?
Tigre:
Are youse all there or what!? I'm talkin' about the cash! I was there to get my 100,000 bucks back. That's all. I'm a business man. It was all comin' together before that waitress got in the way.
Judge:
Hmm... As far as I can tell from the witness's testimony... ...other than recouping his loan, Mr. Tigre had no motive for killing the victim. Well, Mr. Wright? Are you happy with the testimony, or would you like it amended?
Leave it
Phoenix:
(I better leave it at that and try to figure something out...) Thank you, Your Honor, but there is no need to amend the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. Continue with your cross-examination, then.
Leads back to cross-examination
Have it amended
Phoenix:
(I'm not going to get anywhere with the testimony as it stands...) Your Honor, the defense would like the testimony amended.
Judge:
Very well. Witness! You will amend your testimony to reflect your recent statements, please.
Changes statement from "Thanks to what she did, my business with that kid was over!" to "I was after the $100,000. I didn't have no other reason to kill the guy!"
Tigre:
I was after the $100,000. I didn't have no other reason to kill the guy!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you saying you had no other motives that day?
Tigre:
Yeah, so what?
Godot:
Then why didn't you take the lottery ticket when you left?
Tigre:
Why d'youse think!? Because of four-eyes over there!
Phoenix:
(Because of Maggey!?)
Tigre:
How about you go ask four-eyes about that half a million dollar ticket! She wanted it so bad... ...she poisoned Elg's coffee.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
A likely theory! Your word hasn't held water lately, Mr. Tigre.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Let's not forget this witness was actually at the scene, Trite.
Tigre:
The law don't exactly agree with some of the deals I send down. I couldn't be there when de cops showed up, so I split.
Judge:
I-I see...
Godot:
Your Honor! The witness's last few statements are worth a good two cups of coffee.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Are you happy with the testimony, or would you like it amended?
Leave it
Phoenix:
(I better leave it at that and try to figure something out...) Thank you, Your Honor, but there is no need to amend the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. Continue with your cross-examination, then.
Leads back to cross-examination
Have it amended
Phoenix:
(I'm not going to get anywhere with the testimony as it stands...) Your Honor, the defense would like the testimony amended.
Judge:
Very well. Witness! You will amend your testimony to reflect your recent statements, please.
Changes statement from "I was after the $100,000. I didn't have no other reason to kill the guy!" to "Thanks to what she did, my business with that kid was over!"
Present Sports Paper or MC Bomber
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
So you just intended to get back the 100,000 dollars Mr. Elg owed you, correct?
Tigre:
I loaned the guy the cash, so that's my right.
Phoenix:
Unfortunately for Mr. Elg... I don't believe the 100,000 dollars is what you were after.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
What are you getting at, Trite? What else would a moneylender be after other than money!?
Phoenix:
Oh, the moneylender was after money. But money in a totally different league. The kind of money that a single disc like this would fetch!
Tigre:
...!
Judge:
What is that?
Phoenix:
A computer virus, Your Honor. A virus called "MC Bomber"!
Judge:
A "computer virus"? What does one of those do?
Phoenix:
A computer virus is a program that wreaks havoc on the insides of a computer.
Judge:
A "computer"? What does one of those do?
Phoenix:
(I guess the beard isn't the only part of His Honor that is from the stone age!) I'll explain it to you later, Your Honor. Right now, this is the important point... A virus like "MC Bomber" would be worth several million dollars on the black market.
Judge:
S-Several million dollars!?
Phoenix:
Lending money with no hope of ever seeing repayment would normally be bad for business. But in this case, the very fact that Glen Elg had no way to repay the money is crucial.
Judge:
What!?
Phoenix:
Glen Elg was a programmer. A highly skilled programmer. That skill was the collateral Mr. Elg put up in order to borrow the money.
Tigre:
...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
You're trying to suggest the witness's motive was to get hold of that program?
Phoenix:
Exactly.
Godot:
The witness may be poor fashion sense, but he is by no means an idiot, Trite. A man like him could get his hands on one million dollars without resorting to murder.
Phoenix:
Of course he could... Provided that he had time. But what if he had needed the money right then? When the pressure's on, the luxury of choice tends to disappear.
Judge:
It seems you have a logical conclusion for this theory, Mr. Wright. Would you care to share it with us? Why did Mr. Tigre need money to the tune of one million dollars?
Present Viola's Medical Papers
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"In December of last year, you found yourself in need of a huge amount of money."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
What is the meaning of this, Mr. Wright!?
Godot:
It's evidence... that Trite has no idea what he's doing.
Phoenix:
What!? What do you mean?
Godot:
You're way off track, Trite. That evidence is irrelevant!
Phoenix:
(Since when did he have the right to dish out penalties?)
Maya:
A-Are you alright, Nick?
Phoenix:
100,000 dollars wasn't enough for Mr. Tigre. He needed much more money than that. And in a hurry!
Leads back to:
"It seems you have a logical conclusion for this theory, Mr. Wright."
Phoenix:
In December of last year, you found yourself in need of a huge amount of money.
Tigre:
...!
Phoenix:
About 6 months ago, you were involved in a traffic accident, weren't you? An accident involving a car and a scooter, in which a young woman was injured. She was taken to the hospital, where she underwent surgery.
Tigre:
Wh-Where did youse get all this info...?
Phoenix:
These medical papers document the treatment of the young woman in question. According to these, her operation cost... one million dollars! Payment for these expenses was due in December of last year, and was paid in full!
Judge:
O-One million dollars!? A preposterous sum! Someone should sue these HMOs!
Godot:
Ha...! No one would pay a bill like that. If the medical association got wind of it, the hospital would end up as dead as a morgue.
Phoenix:
But Mr. Tigre had no choice but to pay! Because his very life depended on it!
Tigre:
Grrraaaaaaaargh!
Judge:
O-Order! Order! Order! You say his very life depended on it, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
Indeed it did. Simply because the injured woman was none other than Viola Cadaverini.
Godot:
...! Did you say, "Cadaverini"?
Phoenix:
Bruto Cadaverini, Mob boss in charge of all underworld activities in the city, and... ...doting grandfather to his precious "Violetta", also known as Viola Cadaverini.
Godot:
Bwooooar!
Phoenix:
Your life was in danger unless you paid "compensation" to the boss, correct? It makes sense! You were desperate to acquire the one million dollars Cadaverini demanded of you! So desperate, in fact, that you decided to sacrifice Glen Elg's life to pay your debt!
Leads to:
"On the day of the murder, Mr. Tigre's sole intention was to get his hands on this CD!"
Present Viola's Medical Papers
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
So you just intended to get back the 100,000 dollars Mr. Elg owed you, correct?
Tigre:
I loaned the guy the cash, so that's my right.
Phoenix:
Unfortunately for Mr. Elg... ...100,000 dollars wasn't enough to cover it, wasn't it?
Tigre:
Huh?
Phoenix:
About 6 months ago, you were involved in a traffic accident, weren't you? An accident involving a car and a scooter, in which a young woman was injured. She was taken to the hospital, where she underwent surgery.
Tigre:
Wh-Where did youse get all this info...?
Phoenix:
These medical papers document the treatment of the young woman in question. According to these, her operation cost... one million dollars! Payment for these expenses was due in December of last year, and was paid in full!
Judge:
O-One million dollars!? A preposterous sum! Someone should sue these HMOs!
Godot:
Ha...! No one would pay a bill like that. If the medical association got wind of it, the hospital would end up as dead as a morgue.
Phoenix:
But Mr. Tigre had no choice but to pay! Because his very life depended on it!
Tigre:
Grrraaaaaaaargh!
Judge:
O-Order! Order! Order! You say his very life depended on it, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
Indeed it did. Simply because the injured woman was none other than Viola Cadaverini.
Godot:
...! Did you say, "Cadaverini"?
Phoenix:
Bruto Cadaverini, Mob boss in charge of all underworld activities in the city, and... ...doting grandfather to his precious "Violetta", also known as Viola Cadaverini.
Godot:
Bwooooar!
Phoenix:
Your life was in danger unless you paid "compensation" to the boss, correct? It makes sense! You were desperate to acquire the one million dollars Cadaverini demanded of you! So desperate, in fact, that you decided to sacrifice Glen Elg's life to pay your debt!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! What do you say to that, witness?
Tigre:
...Grrr... urgh...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
It's a nice little fairy tale, Trite. But even if the witness did need a million dollars... ...that doesn't tie him to Mr. Elg's murder. Mr. Elg only owed him 100,000 dollars, and had no hope of repaying it anyway!
Tigre:
Yeah. That guy wasn't worth my spit!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I don't think so. In fact, the opposite is true.
Godot:
The opposite?
Phoenix:
Lending money with no hope of ever seeing repayment would normally be bad for business. But in this case, the very fact that Glen Elg had no way to repay the money is crucial.
Judge:
What!?
Maya:
Do you know where you're going with this, Nick?
Phoenix:
You've got to think outside the box, Maya.
Maya:
Outside the box?
Phoenix:
It's very straightforward. Mr. Tigre wasn't after the 100,000 dollars at all.
Judge:
It seems you have a logical conclusion for this theory, Mr. Wright. Would you care to share it with us? What exactly was Mr. Tigre "after"?
Present Sports Paper or MC Bomber
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Glen was a programmer. A highly skilled programmer."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
What is the meaning of this, Mr. Wright!?
Godot:
It's evidence... that Trite has no idea what he's doing.
Phoenix:
What!? What do you mean?
Godot:
You're way off track, Trite. That evidence is irrelevant!
Phoenix:
(Since when did he have the right to dish out penalties?)
Maya:
A-Are you alright, Nick?
Phoenix:
Mr. Tigre needed one million dollars. Recovering a loan 100,000 dollars wasn't enough. (Besides, Elg had the means to make that kind of money if he wanted to.)
Leads back to:
"It seems you have a logical conclusion for this theory, Mr. Wright."
Phoenix:
Glen was a programmer. A highly skilled programmer. That skill was the collateral Mr. Elg put up in order to borrow the money.
Godot:
Care to explain how skill can be used as collateral to secure a loan, Trite?
Phoenix:
He had the skill to create a computer virus, and so he did. A virus known as "MC Bomber"!
Judge:
A "computer virus"? What does one of those do?
Phoenix:
A computer virus is a program that wreaks havoc on the insides of a computer.
Judge:
A "computer"? What does one of those do?
Phoenix:
(I guess the beard isn't the only part of His Honor that is from the stone age!) I'll explain it to you later, Your Honor. Right now, this is the important point... A virus like "MC Bomber" would be worth several million dollars on the black market. Mr. Tigre! You couldn't have cared less about the 100,000 dollars! Isn't that right? All you cared about was one thing! The virus!
Tigre:
Grrr... Grrraaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Leads to:
"On the day of the murder, Mr. Tigre's sole intention was to get his hands on this CD!"
Maya:
So The Tiger was meeting Glen Elg to get his money back. If Mr. Elg had just given him the lottery ticket, that would have been the end of it.
Phoenix:
Yeah, so what's The Tiger's motive? (This is the big one. If I don't manage to undermine this testimony, it's all over for us.) Why would he have to poison Mr. Elg? And why did he loan him the money in the first place, when he knew he couldn't repay him?
Phoenix:
On the day of the murder, Mr. Tigre's sole intention was to get his hands on this CD! Glen Elg had no way of paying back the 100,000 dollars, and Mr. Tigre knew it. But then a miracle happened. The kind that Mr. Tigre would prefer to say never happened. But he can't. Neither can I.
Godot:
The lottery win?
Phoenix:
Exactly! At the eleventh hour, Mr. Elg won half a million dollars on the lottery! Which left Mr. Tigre with no way of getting his hands on the all-important CD. At least, no legitimate way. So he resorted to illegitimate means.
Godot:
That's crazy!
Phoenix:
He murdered Glen Elg, and then made his next move... To frame Maggey Byrde for the crime! Mr. Tigre posed as Glen Elg... ...while Viola Cadaverini played the role of Ms. Byrde. And then they re-enacted the whole thing, in order to establish a witness. The witness being the one we all heard testify yesterday, Mr. Victor Kudo.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Like I said, Trite, that's crazy. No one could pull off a stunt like that. For starters, there's no way the chef could've been kept out of it.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But Mr. Armstrong knew all about it. Have you forgotten already, Mr. Godot? Mr. Armstrong owed the witness money, too. Half a million dollars, in fact. He had no choice but to go along with Mr. Tigre's plan!
Tigre:
...
Judge:
Order! Order! Silence, or I will clear the courtroom!
Tigre:
Grrraah ha ha ha ha hah! Youse put on a good show, Spikey!
Phoenix:
...!
Tigre:
If youse wanna stay alive in the loan shark business, you' gotta be careful. Youse sayin' I dressed up like that kid, created a witness, and framed someone? If I did something crazy like that, I'd leave a trail as bright as my shirt! I ain't dumb enough to do something sloppy like that!
Phoenix:
I agree.
Tigre:
Whaaat!?
Phoenix:
Despite your appearance, you are very careful. That's why you took one more precaution. One more trick to make sure Ms. Byrde had no way out!
Judge:
What!? Another one, Mr. Wright!?
Godot:
Interesting. Why don't you fill us all in, Trite? What was this trick you say Mr. Tigre performed to frame the accused?
Present Paper Badge
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What on earth is that?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
And? What's the relevance of that, Trite?
Phoenix:
Um... It's, uh... just a little intro...
Godot:
An intro into what?
Judge:
It seems all this has been an elaborate trick on the part of the defense.
Phoenix:
No! Wait! Mr. Tigre did play a trick! A huge trick!
Leads back to:
"Interesting. Why don't you fill us all in, Trite?"
Judge:
What on earth is that? What an insult to think anyone could be fooled by such a childish imitation!
Phoenix:
(Consider yourself insulted, Your Honor!) Mr. Tigre. You didn't just pose as the victim on the day in question. A month ago, in this very court, you posed as me!
Tigre:
...
Judge:
Whaaat!? That's... That's...
Phoenix:
...The truth.
Judge:
But! The witness looks nothing like you, Mr. Wright! ... ...... ... Although... Now that I think about it, it was you, wasn't it?
Tigre:
...!
Judge:
No doubt it was you... Standing in here, this very court, a mere month ago. The Phoenix Wright who put up the most disreputable, shabby defense I had ever seen!
Tigre:
Grrr... Grrraaaaaaaaargh!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Can you prove that, gramps? Prove the "attorney" who represented the accused here a month ago was this man. Are you prepared to take the stand and testify that it was him!?
Judge:
...*gulp* H-Hmm...
Tigre:
H-Hey... F-Forget about it, yeah?
Phoenix:
...!
Tigre:
I wouldn't do somethin' like that. Not me. You... You made a mistake, right? It was someone else, huh?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Have you no pride, sir!?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
This isn't a matter of pride. In case you didn't know, Trite, here in court, we deal with people's lives!
Phoenix:
Nrrrgh...
Judge:
... Mr. Godot is right.
Phoenix:
Your Honor!?
Judge:
Speaking for myself, I am absolutely convinced. The attorney in question was the witness standing before me now! However... I preside over this court as the judge! With the vested power to hand down a verdict. Someone in my position cannot be swayed by a memory without evidence to support it.
Phoenix:
Nooooooo!
Judge:
If the defense has no further evidence, the court will now excuse the witness. The circumstances surrounding Mr. Tigre are dubious for sure, but not conclusive!
Maya:
But we've come so far!
Godot:
You say he impersonated Glen Elg. You say he impersonated you. But none of that adds up to a murder charge. You don't have a shred of evidence that the witness poisoned the victim's coffee!
Phoenix:
Nnaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Tigre:
... Ha!
Phoenix:
...!
Tigre:
Sucks to be you, Wright. Don't mess with The Tiger, or you're gonna get mauled, youse got that!?
Phoenix:
(All we managed to do here was chase him around a bit. But I was so close to getting him to admit his own guilt!)
Godot:
Ha...! Looks like I won't be needing a refill.
Phoenix:
(If I just had one more piece of evidence... One more piece of evidence and maybe I could get Maggey off the hook!)
Judge:
This witness's cross-examination is over. You are free to go, Mr. Tigre!
???:
Hold it!
...Your Honor, sir...
Gumshoe:
Waaaaaaaait!
Judge:
D-Detective!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Sorry I took so long, pal! I... I... I staked everything on this. My badge... The works! So here it is! My heart's counting on this, too!
Judge:
Wh-What is it, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Isn't it obvious, pal? It's the final, decisive piece of evidence!
Judge:
Wh... Whaaat!?
January 8, 2:48 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Gumshoe:
Sorry it took so long, pal. But I finally got the results from the lab.
Phoenix:
The results?
Gumshoe:
About the prints, pal! From this medicine bottle!
Maya:
Oh! So? Do you know who the prints belong to now?
Gumshoe:
Do you think I'm some kind of hack detective? Of course I know!
Maya:
So? Tell us! They're The Tiger's right? I knew it!
Gumshoe:
Heh heh heh! You bet! Clear as crystal, all over the bottle! They're Furio Tigre's paw prints alright!
Maya:
That's great! We've got him now, Nick!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
What's wrong with you!? You've hardly said a word since Detective Gumshoe got here. He's laid everything on the line for this, Nick.
Phoenix:
I know. Look, I'm sorry. This is kind of hard to say, but... It really doesn't make any difference whose prints are on that bottle now.
Gumshoe:
Huh!? What!? Why not?
Phoenix:
What we need to produce at this stage in the trial... ...is irrefutable evidence that The Tiger put poison in Glen Elg's coffee. He's already admitted that he met the victim. The fact that his prints are on this bottle... That's really doesn't make any difference now.
Gumshoe:
...! ... I knew it. Great... No matter how hard I try... I'm never of any use.
Maya:
Hey, don't be so hard on yourself...
Gumshoe:
This was our last chance to help Maggey. And I've been working on some useless piece of evidence the whole time! It's alright. I'm a real loser. It's not breaking news to me, pal.
Byrde:
Um... Detective... Gumshoe...?
Maya:
M-Maggey!
Byrde:
You've been working on something... for me?
Gumshoe:
... Sorry I let you down, Maggey. I know you didn't do it. And I'm a detective! We're supposed to be able to prove stuff like that! I'm really sorry! I'll get out of your hair now.
Byrde:
Detective Gumshoe! Wait!
Phoenix:
(He's gone...)
Maya:
Isn't there anything we can do now, Nick?
Phoenix:
(I wish there was! Gumshoe worked so hard to get that evidence. If only there was some way I could use it...)
Small Bottle put into pocket.
January 8, 3:04 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
I granted you a recess so you could prepare this "decisive evidence" you've discovered.
Phoenix:
Um... Yes...
Godot:
Don't keep us all in suspense, Trite! Show us. Naturally... ...we can assume it's evidence that will actually stand up in court... can't we?
Phoenix:
(Think, Phoenix! Don't let Gumshoe's hard work go to waste!)
Tigre:
How much more of my time are youse gonna waste!? I ain't been to no court before... ...but youse lawyers sure know how to blow things outta proportion!
Judge:
No doubt, given the nature of the evidence, it will speak for itself. Nevertheless, you will talk us through it, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Well I know I can't prove anything new with this evidence. I'm really backed into a corner here. But maybe if he thinks he's got me beat... ...he'll let his guard down a bit!)
Judge:
Don't keep us waiting any longer, Mr. Wright. Present this final, decisive piece of evidence to the court!
Present Small Bottle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the defense's final piece of evidence."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
...Quite frankly, Mr. Wright, I'm disappointed. I was wondering what evidence you could possibly produce that would sway me...
Tigre:
I see the idiot's point. That's decisive! Real decisive! It's decisive in sayin' that I ain't guilty!
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Don't let Gumshoe down!
Phoenix:
...!
Leads back to:
"Well I know I can't prove anything new with this evidence."
Phoenix:
This is the defense's final piece of evidence.
Judge:
Isn't that the victim's...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor. Naturally, the court is already aware of the contents of this bottle. However, interesting new information has come to light. We have clearly identified some fingerprints on it. Fingerprints belonging to you, Mr. Tigre!
Tigre:
What!?
Godot:
...
Judge:
But, Mr. Wright... What conclusion are you hoping to draw from this new information?
Phoenix:
(Everyone in here knows what this bottle contains. Except one man. One person in this courtroom should theoretically be in the dark.)
Tigre:
My prints are on that pansy-lookin' bottle? Is dat what youse sayin'? Well, what the hell's in it anyway!?
Phoenix:
(A phony trial, a phony lawyer, and phony clues. Everything about this case has been phony. Seems like the perfect excuse for some phony evidence!) Mr. Tigre! This is the decisive piece of evidence that will prove your guilt! Why? Because it contains...
Mr. Armstrong's oils.
Phoenix:
(The evidence on its own isn't worth anything. I guess I'll just have to take the plunge and...)
Maya:
W-Wait a minute, Nick! Aromatherapy oil's not going to help anyone now, is it!?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! If you think I'll allow you to indulge in speculation at this stage, you're wrong!
Phoenix:
(Oops. Looks like I better reconsider. I've got to take advantage of the fact that The Tiger thinks he's won... ...and lead him into a trap! And a phony piece of evidence is the way to do it!)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Tigre! This is the decisive piece of evidence that will prove your guilt!"
the victim's ear medicine.
Phoenix:
As we all know, this bottle contains Glen Elg's medic--
Maya:
What are you doing, Nick!? What did you just tell Gumshoe and I outside in the lobby a few minutes ago? You said, "The fact that his prints are on this bottle makes no difference now!"
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! If you think I'll allow you to indulge in speculation at this stage, you're wrong!
Phoenix:
(Oops. Looks like I better reconsider. I've got to take advantage of the fact that The Tiger thinks he's won... ...and lead him into a trap! And a phony piece of evidence is the way to do it!)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Tigre! This is the decisive piece of evidence that will prove your guilt!"
potassium cyanide.
Leads to:
"This is the bottle containing the potassium cyanide."
Phoenix:
This is the bottle containing the potassium cyanide.
Judge:
P-Potassium cyanide...?
Phoenix:
The poison used to murder Mr. Elg, Your Honor. The victim's killer used this very bottle!
Tigre:
... ......
Phoenix:
And on this bottle, Mr. Tigre, we found your fingerprints. Well!? How do you explain that!?
Tigre:
... Ha ha ha ha ha! You'd make a good clown, you' know that!
Phoenix:
What!?
Tigre:
Youse ain't never gonna get this to stick. Youse just makin' me laugh now. You' think a cheap bluff like that's gonna fool The Tiger?
Phoenix:
A bluff?
Tigre:
I can see straight through you, Phoenix Wright! That ain't the bottle with the cyanide in it.
Phoenix:
No, no. This is the bottle we found traces of the poison in.
Tigre:
Don't mess with The Tiger or you're gonna get ripped to shreds! The cyanide bottle was brown. And it was made of glass. That cheap piece of trash don't look nothin' like it!
...
Phoenix:
(Got him! At last...)
Tigre:
Wh-What? Why's everyone gone quiet? I said that bottle...
Phoenix:
Is this the bottle you're referring to?
Tigre:
Yeah! That's it! That's the bottle the cyanide was in. But youse ain't gonna find my prints on that bottle! Don't let that cozy-lookin' suit fool you people! That lawyer's just playin' games! Tell him, Godot! Tell that guy where to go!
Godot:
You still haven't figured it out...? Don't you realize what you just said?
Tigre:
What I said? What did I just say?
Phoenix:
You were summoned to this court for the first time earlier today. If you really had nothing to do with the murder... ...you shouldn't have known all the little details. For instance, you shouldn't have known what kind of bottle the potassium cyanide was in.
Tigre:
Err... grrr...
Phoenix:
But just now, you slipped up in front of every single person in this courtroom. You described the exact bottle used by the killer to hold the poison!
Tigre:
Err... ummm... Youse don't know who youse messin' with! I'm The Tiger! I control millions of dollars on the black market! Youse think I'm gonna let some jumped-up suit get the better of me!?
Phoenix:
Sure, the last piece of evidence was phony. But that's just what you deserve! The phony trial with a phony lawyer... It was all played out by you, the biggest phony of all!
Tigre:
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... ... Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Judge:
Wh-What's going on!?
Bailiff:
It looks like a blackout.
Godot:
Well done... Trite. I saved my 17th cup of coffee just for you. Savor it... While you watch your caged prey.
Judge:
Wright, you caught a tiger by his toe, but if this one hollers, he won't be let go. The prosecution will be sure to take care of Mr. Tigre, won't you, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
He is being arrested on suspicion of the murder of Glen Elg, Your Honor.
Judge:
Fortunately for us... ...we managed to rectify a very grave error. Ms. Byrde was found guilty in the absence of a genuine defense attorney.
Phoenix:
Yes, she was.
Godot:
And in the absence of genuine evidence. But The Tiger made one mistake.
Judge:
Indeed. He very nearly got away with everything if it wasn't for that one slip of tongue. Furio Tigre is a truly frightening criminal.
Godot:
Ha...! The truly frightening one... ...is that defense attorney over there.
Phoenix:
(Godot...)
Judge:
Well. I am now in a position to deliver my verdict. This court finds the defendant, Maggey Byrde...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. This court is adjourned!
January 8, 4:10 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Byrde:
Mr. Wright! I-I-I... I'm at a loss for words! Thank you, sir!
Maya:
Congratulations, Maggey!
Byrde:
I was so mad when Mr. Wright landed me in all that trouble a month ago. But now I feel like I can forgive him!
Phoenix:
Hey! That wasn't me, Maggey! That was The Tiger.
Maya:
Look, Nick! In the doorway!
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe!)
Gumshoe:
Oh. Guess I'll be heading off then. See you 'round, pal.
Phoenix:
W-Wait!
Gumshoe:
... ...
Byrde:
Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Oh, oh yeah. Congratulations, Maggey!
Byrde:
Thanks...
Gumshoe:
...
Byrde:
...
Gumshoe:
I-I knew you were innocent all along.
Byrde:
... Why didn't you say that in your testimony then?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Oh... Well... I was... ... Well, guess I'll be heading off then. See you 'round.
Phoenix:
Wait up, Detective! (He just ran off!)
Maya:
Maggey! Why are you being so hard on him? He busted his butt for you! It's thanks to him that we got the medication bottle...
Byrde:
That wasn't even any use!
Maya:
But...
Byrde:
It's only because Mr. Wright used it so cleverly. Detective Gumshoe was just running around in circles.
Phoenix:
(Poor guy...)
Maya:
Looks like she still isn't ready to forgive him. Can't you put in a good word for him, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, Maya is right. I should help Gumshoe out. It's clear he needs it.) Uh, Maggey... You know, Detective Gumshoe's been really worried about you through all of this.
Byrde:
I wanted to believe that, sir. But on that first day of the trial... ...he practically gave the judge a free pass to lock me up!
Phoenix:
He didn't have any choice, Maggey. He's a detective. He has to report the facts.
Byrde:
He doubted me, that's why! He thought I might have done it!
Phoenix:
(I've got to prove her that Gumshoe really cares about her. I know. I'll give her a little present to celebrate her freedom...)
Present Gumshoe's Lunchbox
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here you are. A present to celebrate your freedom!
Byrde:
Th-That's...!
Phoenix:
A present from Detective Gumshoe, made with a ton of love.
Maya:
He said you lost weight and he was worried about you.
Byrde:
D-Detective Gumshoe... ...... ... I... I actually really like weenies, you know.
...Uuuggggrrrrrrrr...ggg...
Maya:
Did you guys hear that!? I'm pretty hungry myself, you know.
Phoenix:
Yeah, the trial dragged on a bit today, didn't it?
Byrde:
Um, is it OK if I eat this now?
Maya:
So? How is it, Maggey?
Byrde:
It's... It's really good!
Leads to:
"So the case of phony versus genuine comes to an end."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Byrde:
...? Um... What's this?
Phoenix:
Huh!? Uh, I thought it'd be a good present. You know, to celebrate your freedom.
Byrde:
... Oh. Well, I don't really get it, but... Thanks! I'll treasure it always!
Phoenix:
(That didn't seem to do the trick...)
Byrde:
Well, I guess I'll be going now, then.
Maya:
Good things are going to happen to you from now on, Maggey. I'm sure of it.
Byrde:
Of course! No one can be that unlucky forever! I'll do my best to have some good news to report to you next time we meet, sir!
Phoenix:
Good. We'll look forward to it.
Byrde:
Goodbye. I won't forget how you helped me.
Leads to:
"So the case of phony versus genuine comes to an end."
So the case of phony versus genuine comes to an end. The false allegations surrounding Maggey have all been cleared up. And who knows? Maybe a whole new chapter of her life is about to start...?
Episode 3: Recipe forTurnaboutTHE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for mis-interpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Maggey Byrde...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately... ...to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
Reunion, and Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
That was... no accident... I was drugged... with sleeping pills... I was murdered... by that person... That's why... I took... my revenge... It's only fair... Isn't it... ...Ini?
Maya:
I finally get to see you again, and...
Phoenix:
It's not your fault. You didn't do it.
Maya:
No, I... I did it... I killed that person.
Phoenix:
But that wasn't you.
Maya:
It doesn't matter. It might as well have been me.
Phoenix:
(I can't believe something like this happened...The events of that gloomy, rainy afternoon that started this whole mess...keep playing through my mind...)
Episode 2Reunion, and Turnabout
June 16, 3:34 PMWright & Co. Law Offices
???:
What depressing rain...Do you understand how depressed that makes me!? Do you!?
Phoenix:
Uh, I guess...
???:
But actually, more than being depressed, I'm angry. Angry at that weather girl on TV. "I think our little rainy spell will take a break with a day of sun!"...is what that girl said! I'd stake my life on it!
Phoenix:
Well, it's the weather...
???:
But that's why I didn't bother to bring an umbrella today. What nerve, calling herself a weather girl! She's going to hear about my $1500 suit!
Phoenix:
Um... About your case... Unless you're planning on suing the weather girl...?
???:
... I'm sorry. I thought that before we got down to business, we could have some friendly chatter. My name is Dr. Turner Grey. I'm a surgeon.
Phoenix:
(Remind me never to end up under his knife...)
Grey:
I'm here today because of this incident.
Phoenix:
"Malpractice at Grey Surgical Clinic. Fourteen In-Patients Lose Their Lives!" ...Oh. You're... the doctor at...?
Grey:
It's really quite upsetting. Did you hear me!? UPSETTING!
Phoenix:
Yes, yes, I heard you. I agree, it's quite upsetting, Dr. Grey.
Grey:
The one that screwed up was that nurse! It was her that got the medications mixed up and killed those 14 patients! And yet! Now listen good! And yet! That nurse had the nerve to go and die before admitting to her wrongdoing! She didn't even offer any sort of explanation to me! And this is the kicker! She up and has herself a grand ol' accident and crashed her car! Smash! Crunch! Instantly transforming her car into the accordion model!
Phoenix:
(That's right... About a year ago, all the tabloid shows were talking about it. Fourteen victims of medical malpractice and the nurse's mysterious fatal accident. There were rumors that Dr. Grey had actually caused that crash. People said it was to forever hide the person responsible for the malpractice incident.)
Grey:
Why would I...? Now, I'm just going to say this once -- Why on Earth would I want to kill that nurse? She's the one who killed those 14 patients! Not me!
Phoenix:
I think you need to take a deep breath, doctor, and focus... More to the point, this case is over a year old. Why bring it up now...?
Grey:
That's simple! Because the situation is slipping out of my grasp. This just won't do. My clinic isn't seeing nearly as many patients nowadays. Do you understand what that means!? It means they're not coming to my clinic!
Phoenix:
(You don't say...? If it were me, I don't think I'd want to go either.) So... what would you like me to do about it...?
Grey:
I want you to help me prove I'm innocent.
Phoenix:
Um, you do realize I'm a lawyer, not a private investigator, right?
Grey:
No, this is something only you can do.
Phoenix:
...?
Grey:
Maya Fey. You know this girl, correct?
Phoenix:
...! (Maya! Why would he know her name...!?)
Grey:
I heard you were working under her for a little while.
Phoenix:
Well, yes... I mean... Hey, wait a second here! I worked UNDER her!?
Grey:
Yes. Am I wrong? She told me, so I'm not quite sure if...
Phoenix:
Well, we worked a few trials together. But she went back to her hometown to undergo more training.
Grey:
Ah, yes, I heard. It must be lonely for you.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? Wait... I'm not...!
Grey:
She must be an extraordinary girl to handle such rigid training.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Grey:
I have an acquaintance who knows a lot about these mystical sorts of things. She's the one who introduced me to Ms. Fey.
Phoenix:
(Is Maya... really that famous...?)
Grey:
And I've already set up an appointment.
Phoenix:
For what?
Grey:
What else!? A channeling! I'm going to have her call the spirit of that nurse that went and got herself killed!
Phoenix:
O-Oh. (Maya... I wonder what she's up to right now...)
Maya:
We, the women of the Fey family, have always been spirit mediums. It's because the power to communicate with spirits flows strongly through us.
Phoenix:
(That's what she told me...I guess she's learned to accept her responsibilities and become an adult...)
Grey:
Not counting training, this will be her first time channeling a spirit, so she gave me one condition before accepting my request.
Phoenix:
A condition...?
Grey:
The condition is you, Mr. Wright. She said that she wouldn't do the channeling without first seeing you again.
Phoenix:
Me...?
Grey:
And that is why I've searched you out! You want to see her too, don't you!?
Phoenix:
(And so... that is how I ended up visiting Maya's hometown with the doctor...)
June 19, 1:25 PMKurain Village
Phoenix:
(So this is Kurain Village; Maya's hometown.)
???:
...
Phoenix:
W-Why, hello there.
???:
...
Phoenix:
Hmm... What an odd little girl.
???:
Hey! Wait up, Pearly!!
Phoenix:
(Hm? Someone else is coming this way...)
???:
Niiiiiiiick!
Phoenix:
M-Maya. How are you...? It's good to see you again.
Maya:
Wow, I didn't think you'd really show up!
Phoenix:
It's not that big a deal. You made it sound like you were soooo far away.
Maya:
Well, maybe I exaggerated... just a little.
Phoenix:
It was only 2 hours by train. If I had known you were this close, I'd have visited more.
Maya:
No! You're not allowed. I already decided, you know. Until I become an adult, I have to work hard and be strong by myself...
Phoenix:
Oh... well... Anyway, congratulations. I'm glad to hear training is going well for you.
Maya:
Heh, heh...
Examine
Phone booth
Phoenix:
It's an old-style phone booth. I can't say it fits in with this area too well. My cell phone doesn't get reception up here, so who knows. I may need it later.
Bus shelter
Phoenix:
An old bus stop. It says "Kurain Village" on the sign post. The buses seem incredibly inconvenient since they only come 3 times a day.
Giant rock
Phoenix:
A giant rock that seems to be reaching for the sky. Its origins are written on a beat-up, old sign. It looks like this giant rock is called the "Kurain Boulder". There's a really complex explanation written here, but long story short, it's a big stone for spirits to live in... Or something like that...
Road and houses further
Phoenix:
Rustic, thatch-roofed houses where the other villagers live line the street. They're nowhere near as large or as nice as the manor in front of me. It's kind of odd that I don't see any of the other villagers walking around, though...
Fey manor
Phoenix:
The biggest, most elegant of the buildings I can see from here. This is Fey Manor; the place Maya calls home. It's easy to be overwhelmed by its presence...
Talk
Today's channeling
Phoenix:
Looks like you've finally become a full-fledged medium, taking on your first job.
Maya:
Yeah. I didn't think it would be this soon.
Phoenix:
But this case... Do you know the messy story behind it...?
Maya:
Ha ha ha, behold the power of the Maya Intelligence Network! Let's see. Fourteen people died because of malpractice on Dr. Grey's part, right? And to pin the blame on the nurse, he killed her in what appeared to be a car accident!
Phoenix:
Huh? Um, so what is this "Maya Intelligence Network" anyway...?
Maya:
The tabloids.
Phoenix:
That's what I thought.
Maya:
... Ha ha ha. I'm just pulling your leg, Nick! What really happened is the exact opposite. I heard all about it from Dr. Grey.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Oh, come on, Nick! I wouldn't take a crazed killer as a client! That's too scary, even for me.
Phoenix:
(Y-Yeah, I guess so.)
Kurain Village
Phoenix:
So this is your hometown, huh, Maya?
Maya:
Yup! Kurain Village... But I've heard people call this place "Medium Valley", too.
Phoenix:
Interesting... So everyone that lives here is a spirit medium?
Maya:
Pretty much. Most of my ancestors were too, I think...
Phoenix:
(That's probably true since the Fey ability to communicate with the dead is so strong...)
Maya:
Actually, only the women of this village are mediums.
Phoenix:
So what do the men do?
Maya:
They usually work someplace outside the village.
The girl earlier
Phoenix:
Oh yeah, I wanted to ask you about that girl I saw earlier. Do you know her?
Maya:
Oh, you mean Pearly?
Phoenix:
Pearly?
Maya:
Pearl Fey. She's my cousin. Isn't she adorable? Just like yours truly!
Phoenix:
Cousin... Wait, then that means... Is she also a...?
Maya:
Yup. She's a medium, too. Pearly's a real genius when it comes to channeling!
Phoenix:
Hmm, I see. I hope I didn't scare her when I tried to talk to her earlier.
Maya:
Nah, it's not you. My aunt drilled it into her head that "if a suspicious-looking person tries to talk to you, run away".
Phoenix:
S-Suspicious-looking...!?
Maya:
Well, you're not wearing training clothes, for starters...
Phoenix:
Of course not.
Maya:
Pearly is my aunt's most valued treasure, so she's not allowed to go outside of town. She doesn't know much about the world outside of Kurain Village.
Phoenix:
Aunt?
Maya:
Pearly's mother is my aunt, duh. Come on, Nick.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
Ah, it's good to see this tarnished badge again.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by "tarnished"...?
Maya:
Well, look. This badge is like every other. It's bound to lose its color and shine after years and years. But you know, polishing it up once in a while wouldn't be a bad idea.
Maya Fey profile
Maya:
Ha ha ha. I'm warning you! I'm not the same weak Maya you knew a year ago, Nick!
Phoenix:
You seem to have a lot of faith in yourself.
Maya:
You'll see soon enough. I think you'll be totally shocked by how good my hamburgers are now!
Phoenix:
(Were you training to be a medium or a cook?)
Turner Grey profile
Maya:
Hey, it's my client!
Phoenix:
"Client," huh? You're really serious about your work, aren't you?
Maya:
I thought I'd say it once, just to try it out, like how you always say, "My client."
Any other evidence
Maya:
Hmm, nothing really comes to mind, Nick.
Phoenix:
Don't say that with such a big smile on your face.
Maya:
Ha ha. What can I say? I'm in a good mood today.
Any other profiles
Phoenix:
What do you think about this person?
Maya:
Hey, have I told you this one yet, Nick? We have a legend in this village. It goes like this. "All the woman of the Fey clan are beauties." Well?
Phoenix:
...And that's a legend now?
Move
Meditation Room
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Meditation Room
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Maya:
Well, Nick, I've got to get going. It's about time for the channeling to start.
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, yeah...
Maya:
I'm doing the channeling in my house, so come on in, OK? After I'm done, we can grill up some juicy burgers!
Phoenix:
Alright. Good luck, Maya.
Maya:
Thanks!
Phoenix:
(Well... At least she's still the same perky Maya.)
June 19Fey ManorMeditation Room
Grey:
Ah, Mr. Wright. I'm so glad you showed.
Phoenix:
Some nice weather we're having today. Aren't you happy?
Grey:
No, not at all. That stupid weather girl made the wrong call again. "It will rain cats and dogs today!" she said with a straight face. I can't believe they allow such misguided reports on the public airwaves!
Phoenix:
(Looks like talking about the weather with this guy is just asking for punishment...)
Grey:
...But anyway, this is a splendid manor.
Phoenix:
(No argument there... It's hard to believe that this is Maya's house, though...)
Grey:
I was given a guidemap to this building. Here, Mr. Wright. I have a copy for you too.
Guidemap added to the Court Record.
Examine
Door
Phoenix:
A door that leads to the Channeling Chamber, the place where spirits and people meet. The iron in this door was tempered, making it very solid. It looks like there is a strong lock on this door to top it off.
Writing on top of the door
Phoenix:
Someone with a lot of skill wrote these four Chinese characters with a brush. Oh look, here's a translation: "Once in a Lifetime." Its message is people should value their ghostly meetings as once in a lifetime chances.
Blue board
Phoenix:
A piece of cloth with a ton of finely-written characters jammed onto it. Probably esoteric knowledge only mediums should know. ...Hmm, let's see... Here's one in English... It says... "100 Ways to Save Money". ... Being a medium sounds like a rough way of life...
Door to the Winding Way
Phoenix:
This door leads out to the Winding Way. The weather outside looks really nice.
Talk
Today's channeling
Phoenix:
What are you going to do once the nurse's spirit has been called?
Grey:
Isn't it obvious? I'm going to have her write a signed confession.
Phoenix:
A signed confession?
Grey:
Yes, a confession. Pay attention! I'll have her write this: "One year ago, on May 2nd, 14 patients died due to my negligence. And then, on May 24th, I fell asleep at the wheel and died in a car accident due to my further negligence. I'm sorry and I apologize for being negligent." That's what I'll have her write! With a confession, the rain falling on my soul can finally stop.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, I see...
Maya
Phoenix:
So, how did you hear about Maya Fey...?
Grey:
I heard about her from an acquaintance; a girl studying the occult at the college. That girl introduced me to this village. This is the home of the Kurain School of Channeling.
Phoenix:
The home, huh...?
Grey:
And Ms. Maya is a daughter of the "Master", I hear.
Phoenix:
Master...?
Grey:
Anyway, do you see that door? That's the room where people and spirits meet. Ms. Maya's aunt is in there right now. Would you care to meet her...?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Look, here's my attorney's badge.
Grey:
Are you trying to compete with me and my profession with that piece of scrap?
Phoenix:
...Uh...
Grey:
I am a surgeon. Compared to you lawyers, I'm practically a saint! Yes, well, I don't exactly have any patients right now, but, and listen good! I'm not the one that made the mistake!
Phoenix:
(This doctor needs his head examined...)
Guidemap (Fey Manor)
Phoenix:
Wow, this manor is really nice, don't you think?
Grey:
Do you honestly think this place is all that impressive? Don't make me laugh.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Grey:
This is the countryside. Land here is dirt cheap. I will have something much greater one day! I will build my own grand mansion! Did you hear me!? A grand MANSION! This manor will seem like nothing!
Phoenix:
(Uh, could you keep that shaking fist away from my face? Thanks...)
Maya Fey profile
Grey:
She's still young, but one day, she'll bear a big responsibility. She'll be the Master, you know. The MASTER!
Phoenix:
(I guess there are "Master" mediums, too...)
Morgan Fey profile
Grey:
That's Ms. Maya's aunt. Earlier, she made me eat some sort of traditional dessert the size of a tea saucer! Hmm, I wonder if Ms. Morgan ever performs channelings herself...?
Any other profile
Phoenix:
What do you have to say about this person, Dr. Grey?
Grey:
...This person... Hmm... Judging by their face...
Phoenix:
W-What is it?
Grey:
They have a weak stomach.
Phoenix:
R-Really...
Move
Channeling Chamber
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Channeling Chamber
Winding Way
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Winding Way
June 19Fey ManorChanneling Chamber
Phoenix:
(Wow... It's such a strange atmosphere in here... These flickering lights... I guess they're candles...)
???:
Good sir! Who might you be...?
Phoenix:
Aaah! I-I'm, uh, my name is Phoenix Wright...
???:
Oh... You must be that good sir...
Phoenix:
("Good sir"...? Is she talking about me?)
???:
You are a lawyer, are you not, good sir? I have heard much about you from Mystic Maya.
Phoenix:
Is that so? ("Mystic" Maya...?)
???:
I am Mystic Maya's aunt, Morgan Fey.
Phoenix:
N-Nice to meet you.
Morgan:
Ah, I had wanted to speak with you about a certain incident, good sir. It would seem that perhaps you ask too much of Mystic Maya in performing your duties. Most unbecoming, I'm afraid.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Morgan:
Don't tell me you have already forgotten? That was it not for Mystic Maya and her assistance, you would surely not have won...
Phoenix:
(First a girl that runs away, and now an old lady who says I stink at doing my job... When did I become the poster boy for "How Not to Make a First Impression"...?)
Morgan:
The past is the past though. Let us speak of the present now.
Phoenix:
...Ah, thank you...
Examine (left side)
Door
Phoenix:
The Meditation Room is on the other side of this very heavy-looking door. There is a giant iron lock where the handle is. It feels like a curtain that separates the normal world from the spirit one.
Floor panels
Phoenix:
This is where the medium sits, I assume. There are 4 panels of this flooring. The straw in the flooring feels a little damp, probably from the humidity in the air.
Examine (right side)
Altar
Phoenix:
I guess this is an alter [sic]. Whatever it is, it feels very important. A mirror-like object with a cloudy reflective surface, and some branches of a sacred tree have been set in a pre-determined arrangement.
Morgan:
Good sir! I wonder if you would please not touch the sacred objects. Those objects are being offered to the spirits. If you were to touch them, good sir, they would become cursed. Yes, cursed.
Phoenix:
(She really didn't have to talk down to me. I'm not that much of an idiot...)
Folding screen
Phoenix:
This folding screen is really showing its age. All of its edges are a bit tattered. The lettering is fading too. I think I recognize a few of the characters on here... ...Ku ...ra ...in... I'm pretty sure that's what it says... Maybe I'll ask Maya about it later...
Behind the folding screen
Phoenix:
There is some empty space behind the folding screen. The light of the candles can't reach back there, so it's completely dark.
Talk
Maya
Phoenix:
So why do you add "Mystic" to Maya's name. Isn't that a little... strange?
Morgan:
Good sir!
Phoenix:
Yes!
Morgan:
How dare you be so rude and disrespectful towards Mystic Maya!
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry.
Morgan:
She must be addressed by her proper title, good sir. You must call her "Mystic Maya"!
Phoenix:
Um, uh... So, about Mystic Maya... Uh...
Morgan:
It is the blood.
Phoenix:
Excuse me? "Blood"?
Morgan:
Mystic Maya carries the blood of the Master. In actuality, she is the only one remaining.
Phoenix:
(Only one remaining...? What's that supposed to mean?)
Morgan:
Mystic Maya is the last of the rightful heirs of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Phoenix:
OK... Then... where do you stand...?
Morgan:
That is a little more complicated... Although a woman of the Fey family, I am merely a member of the branch family.
Phoenix:
...Branch family? What's that?
Morgan:
It is as it sounds. For a member of the branch family, no matter her spiritual power, she can never become the Master of the Kurain School.
Phoenix:
So... how strong are you...?
Morgan:
... It is a shame, however I will admit. I can not even begin to compare the lowliness of my power to the Master's.
Phoenix:
(So that's how it is...)
Today's channeling
Phoenix:
So today's channeling will be her first?
Morgan:
Yes, good sir. Because the spirit of a person who dies in a traffic accident is usually very strong, it is usually easier to call that person to our world.
Phoenix:
("Traffic accident" indeed.)
Morgan:
The channeling will take place here, in this Channeling Chamber, good sir. As you can see, I am in the process of preparing.
Channeling Chamber
Phoenix:
So... this room is the... Channeling Chamber...?
Morgan:
The place where a spirit medium speaks with those who have departed.
Phoenix:
I don't suppose you'd mind if we observed the session...
Morgan:
Do not even think of such nonsense! Only the medium and the client may enter here.
Phoenix:
O-Oh.
Morgan:
The secrets of the Kurain Techniques can not be seen by just anybody.
Phoenix:
(That never stopped Maya from doing it in front of me before...)
Morgan:
It is also for your safety, good sir, if something were to go wrong. That is why, while channeling is being performed, that heavy door is securely locked...
Phoenix:
Oh, that's what the lock is for...
Present
Maya Fey profile
Morgan:
Good sir!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes!
Morgan:
When did you... take a hidden picture of Mystic Maya!?
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-What!? Wait... It's not like that at all!
Morgan:
It is unforgivable!
Phoenix:
Ow-ow-ow! (Why did she slap me?)
Turner Grey profile
Phoenix:
About this person...
Morgan:
Oh! It is that man, is it not? A man who wishes to borrow a departed spirit's power to hide the lack of his own. What an insignificant man.
Phoenix:
Insignificant...?
Morgan:
That would mean you are that man's insignificant little friend, dear sir.
Phoenix:
(Then I guess that makes Maya my insignificant little assistant, huh?)
Anything else
Morgan:
Good sir!
Phoenix:
Ack!
Morgan:
We would like to begin the channeling at 3 o'clock. If you don't mind, good sir, would you mind allowing me to make preparations?
Phoenix:
Uh, um, sure... go ahead... (She's a Fey alright! Just as odd as the rest.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Morgan:
... Oh, yes. I wonder if you have yet to meet Pearl, good sir.
Phoenix:
Pearl?
Morgan:
She is an adorable, angelic young girl.
Phoenix:
Oh, that odd...
Morgan:
She is my daughter. Now then, what was it you were about to say...?
Phoenix:
Wh-What a cute daughter you have... Ahaha...
Morgan:
A pure heart that knows not of the evils in this world is a powerful thing, good sir. Please refrain from affiliating with her, I request.
Phoenix:
(Well, it's not like I had the chance to anyway...)
Morgan:
I must insist and stress that you not let it occur.
Phoenix:
Okay, okay, I get it!
June 19Fey ManorWinding Way
Phoenix:
(Wow. This garden is really breath-taking. Someone put a lot of love into it. What is that over there...? ...Is that an incinerator? It looks a little out of place in a garden like this...)
Examine
Garden
Phoenix:
A splendid garden with a small lamp and traditional decorations. It's a bit small to walk around in... Although, that incinerator piques my curiosity...
Incinerator
Phoenix:
It's a small incinerator. I don't think garbage trucks come all the way out here to a little village like this. So every family has to burn their own trash.
Side room
Phoenix:
It looks like there's a room over there, too. A peaceful feeling is emanating from it.
Urn
Phoenix:
It's a really old urn. The ashes of a person long dead are inside. It looks like something with a long history... Other than that, it's not very interesting, so time to move on.
Move
Side Room
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Side Room
June 19Fey ManorSide Room
Phoenix:
(So this is... the Side Room. Looks like it's more of a break room. There is bedding spread out on the floor. It looks like someone's sleeping in one. I shouldn't disturb them...)
Examine
Wooden bear sculpture
Phoenix:
It's a decorative wooden bear sculpture. There's a plate attached to the base. "Kurain Village - The Heart of Channeling" What the!? It's a souvenir. So does this mean it's easy to spot bears here... And for them to spot you...? *gulp*
Alcove
Phoenix:
It's a small alcove. I have no idea what it's supposed to mean or symbolize. If I had one of these in the office, it would end up as storage space. But here, it's decorated with some pretty flowers and a beautiful hanging scroll.
Sliding door
Phoenix:
This is the first time I've seen a sliding door like this in person. From here, I can see the Winding Way and the little garden in the courtyard.
Bed on right
Phoenix:
There's bedding spread out on the floor. Is that someone sleeping in one over there? She's probably an exhausted medium taking a break and catching some z's. If I wake her up, she might be grumpy and throw a spell on me. It's probably a good idea to not disturb her sleep...
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Morgan and visiting Side room leads to:)
Move
Winding Way
Leads to:
"Hey! You! Hold on, now! This gal's got a few questions to ask!"
Winding Way
???:
Hey! You! Hold on, now! This gal's got a few questions to ask!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I'm sure I've heard that southern accent somewhere before...)
???:
Oh, well I'll be! It's Mr. Phoenix Wright! How ya been!? Haven't seen you in, what, a year!?
Phoenix:
Um... You... are... uh...
Lotta Hair
Phoenix:
Um, Lotta Hair, was it?
???:
L-L-Lotta Who!? Wait, you best not be making fun of my hair, now!
Phoenix:
Ah, no, um, I wasn't "making fun"... I was "complimenting" you on your fine hair...
???:
Hmph, I dare say yer one heartless man, Mr. Wright. It was cause of my testimony that yer friend got outta being guilty. But looks like you already forgot that.
Phoenix:
Hold up... ou were working with the prosecution at first as one of their witnesses, and came after us as if we were a piece of sirloin steak...
???:
Minor detail. Stop being so uptight; lettin' little things get in the way. The name's Hart. Lotta Hart. Don't you go forgetting it!
Phoenix:
Oh yeah! That's it!
Lotta:
Now listen here. I'm here to take some pictures today. Gonna get myself a real scoop.
Phoenix:
Ah, so I guess you're still at it? Being a photographer, I mean.
Lotta:
You betcha! The hardest working one out there, I reckon! Didn't I say I was gonna make a name for myself as a famous "paranormal photographer"!?
Leads to:
"Oh, that's right!"
Lotta Hart
Phoenix:
You're Lotta Hart, right...?
Lotta:
Bingo! I'm the one and only "paranormal photographer", Lotta Hart!
Phoenix:
Ah, so I guess you're still at it? Being a photographer, I mean.
Lotta:
Of course! And today, I'm gonna get myself a real scoop! You wait and see!
Leads to:
"Oh, that's right!"
Who are you again?
Phoenix:
Sorry, but who are you again?
???:
Oh Lawdy! I've met some cold men in my days, but you... You're in an icebox of yer own!
Phoenix:
Come on, am I really that bad...?
???:
Put yer noggin to some use! You've gotta remember who I am! It was cause of my testimony that yer friend got outta being guilty.
Phoenix:
Ah! You're the one from that trial!
???:
See, I knew you could remember if you tried!
Phoenix:
You were working with the prosecution at first as one of their witnesses, and came after us as if we were a piece of sirloin steak...
???:
Why don't we let bygones be bygones, now. It's yesterday's news, right? Name's Lotta Hart. Don't you go forgetting it, ya hear!?
Phoenix:
Um... So what brings you here today?
Lotta:
Hah! You should already know! I'm here for the big scoop! I can feel it!
Phoenix:
Ah, so I guess you're still at it? Being a photographer, I mean.
Lotta:
You betcha! The hardest working one out there, I reckon! Didn't I say I was gonna make a name for myself as a famous "paranormal photographer"!?
Leads to:
"Oh, that's right!"
Lotta:
Oh, that's right! This ain't no time to be wastin' time! The channeling's about to get started!
Phoenix:
Is it that time already!?
Lotta:
We all should hurry up and get to the Meditation Room. ...What are you waiting around for!? Come on!
Phoenix:
(Lotta Hart, huh? I've been judging her harshly because of that case, but, I guess looking back, we had some good times, too...)
Move
Meditation Room
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Meditation Room
June 19Fey ManorMeditation Room
Morgan:
We will now begin the channeling. Mystic Maya and honored guest, please proceed into the Channeling Chamber.
Grey:
With this, I can finally swat all those pesky flies, once and for all! You hear me!? They won't be able to say a single bad thing about me after this! You would love to hear them apologize, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
Me!? Oh, uh, yeah, I sure would.
Morgan:
Mystic Maya, do you have the Channeling Chamber key?
Maya:
Yup, right here.
Morgan:
That is most satisfactory. That key is one-of-a-kind, so please take care of it well.
Maya:
It'll be fine, Aunt Morgan. I won't lose it, trust me! OK, Dr. Grey. Let's get started.
Grey:
Finally! Let's go!
*click*
Morgan:
Now let us wait patiently out here for them. Please have some lovely bitter green tea and jaw-droppingly large strawberry desserts...
Lotta:
Hold on, now, granny!
Morgan:
...Granny?
Lotta:
How come we ain't allowed in that room!?
Morgan:
Dear madam, you have an "impressive" grasp of English. From where did you learn it?
Lotta:
What!? I'm from the heart of the heartland!
Morgan:
Is that so? Then I humbly request that you return to this "Heart of the Heartland".
Lotta:
Wh-What are ya...?
Morgan:
This is Kurain Village. If you can not follow our traditions and rules, we request that you leave!
Lotta:
...! ... Sorry.
Phoenix:
(Wow. She shut Lotta up! Now THAT's impressive!)
Morgan:
Now then, let us wait.
*BANG*
Lotta:
Hey now! Wh-What was that just now!?
Phoenix:
(It came from inside the Channeling Chamber...)
*BANG*
Lotta:
Hey! Th-That's a gunshot!
Morgan:
E-Excuse me!?
Lotta:
I've heard that sound before. It's a gunshot! I'd bet my afro on it!
Phoenix:
(M-Maya! Maya's in there!)
Break into the Chamber
Lotta:
Well, Mister Lawyer! What's the plan!?
Phoenix:
What else!? We're going to break in!
Lotta:
What!? But... But there's only one key and that kid's got it.
Phoenix:
We're going to have to break the door. Is that alright, Ms. Fey?
Morgan:
Well, yes... But there is one matter... That is...
Phoenix:
Don't try to stop me! You can send the repair bill to the Wright & Co. Law Offices later!
Leads to:
"Yeah! Now that's what I call being a man!"
Ask Morgan what to do
Phoenix:
Ms. Fey! What should we do!?
Lotta:
Yellow-bellied chicken liver! What are ya waiting for!? Kick it down already!
Phoenix:
But... The key...
Morgan:
That key is one-of-a-kind. In this world, there is only that one. Even I am powerless to open that door.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, there is really no other way...) Alright. Stand aside! I'm going to break the door down!
Morgan:
W-Wait! Please! That sort of recklessness...
Leads to:
"Yeah! Now that's what I call being a man!"
Lotta:
Yeah! Now that's what I call being a man!
*SLAM* *SLAM* *CRASH!*
Phoenix:
D-Dr. Grey!!
*klik*
???:
...I... ...I was... murdered...
Phoenix:
M-Maya?
???:
That man... ...murdered me... ...so I killed... him...
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
*klik*
Phoenix:
Lotta! At a time like this!?
Lotta:
Times like this are perfect for snapping up shots! But anyway... what's going on here!? This gal... Is she... ...Maya!?
Step away from there!
Morgan:
Please leave this area to me. Go quickly and inform the police!
Phoenix:
But, but...
Morgan:
Hurry! Before there are more victims here!
Lotta:
Hey, let's go, City Boy! Leave this to the granny!
June 19Kurain Village
Phoenix:
(My cell phone doesn't get reception way out here... So I ended up using the phone booth to call the police...)
Lotta:
And...?
Phoenix:
They're on their way.
Lotta:
That's good. Lawdy, I saw a genuine "mysterious phenomenon"...
Phoenix:
(She seems really on edge because of all this... Not that I blame her... I'm scared to death by what's going on...)
Talk
What you witnessed
Lotta:
Hey, Mister. That gal... Maya. She wasn't the one that pulled the trigger, was she...?
Phoenix:
(Oh, yeah... Lotta doesn't know that when Maya is channeling, her whole physical appearance changes.)
Lotta:
Then again... Weren't there only the two of 'em in there? I reckon she musta done it then...
Dr. Grey
Phoenix:
Lotta, what do you know about Dr. Grey?
Lotta:
Not much, but I did some digging... That's one gent with a bad reputation.
Phoenix:
Really?
Lotta:
I hear he's good at surgery and stuff, but his personality stinks like wet sheep.
Phoenix:
(I sort of got the same impression myself...)
Lotta:
He's real controllin'. Soon as his nurse or patients don't do what he says, he starts a-hollerin'. Musta been real rough to work for him.
Present
Anything
Lotta:
Hey, they'll be here soon, right? The police, I mean. I reckon you should be gettin' back to the crime scene, now.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I guess so...)
Move
Meditation Room
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Meditation Room
June 19Fey ManorMeditation Room
Morgan:
Ah, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Ms. Fey! How's, um... Mystic... Maya?
Morgan:
She has returned to "this world". The Spirit Severing Technique was successful.
Phoenix:
Let me see her, please!
Morgan:
She is still unconscious. I humbly request that you wait outside for her recovery.
Phoenix:
(Guess I just have to wait... *sigh*)
Gumshoe:
The police are here! Sorry to keep you waiting! Huh? ...You again!?
Phoenix:
What are you doing all the way out here, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
It's actually kinda funny. I was in the area for a business trip, pal. Well, time to check out the crime scene. I'll have to question everyone here later on, so just sit tight, alright?
Phoenix:
(Why is he grinning at me...?)
Morgan:
Shall I show you to the scene of the crime, Detective Gymshoe?
Gumshoe:
Um... My name isn't Gymshoe...
Phoenix:
(The two of them went into the Channeling Chamber... I guess all I can do for now is see what everyone else has to say...)
Move
Kurain Village
Leads to:
June 19
Kurain Village
Channeling Chamber
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Channeling Chamber
June 19Kurain Village
Lotta:
...
Phoenix:
(She's probably scared out of her wits after having a murder take place right near her.) Lotta?
Lotta:
GAWDDON'TLETITBEMENEXT!
Phoenix:
Eek! Don't scare me like that!
Lotta:
What do you mean!? Yer the one scaring me! If I weren't so tough, you'd have another dead body on yer hands -- mine!
Talk
Any ideas
Phoenix:
Did you see or notice anything that stuck out at you?
Lotta:
Nah... Well, maybe one thing...
Phoenix:
What is it!?
Lotta:
Turns out my poor stomach's not good at handlin' this kind of thing.
Phoenix:
Huh-what?
Lotta:
Curses and ghosts and stuff comin' back to get ya... This is just too much, I say.
Phoenix:
What is too much?
Lotta:
Being an occult photographer. That's some scary stuff, so I think I'm gonna try being a celebrity photographer, now.
Phoenix:
Going after photos more within your reach from now on? More glamour, less gore?
Lotta:
...
Phoenix:
What's up?
Lotta:
Oh, yeah!
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it?
Lotta:
I took some hot pictures earlier!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lotta:
Remember!? I took some pictures at the murder scene inside!
Phoenix:
(Ack! She did! Two even!)
Lotta:
"The Séance Murder"... I sure like the ring of that. It'll be a sensational story!
Phoenix:
L-Lotta!
Lotta:
Sorry, but my journalistic sense is burnin' inside me! Hate to cut and run, but I'm headin' back in! Gotta beat those cops to the scoop of the century! UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahahahahahaha... ...
Present
Maya Fey profile
Lotta:
Must be an awful thing to see each other again and have this happen. Never woulda guessed that gal would end up being a murderer.
Phoenix:
That wasn't Maya! She was being controlled by a spirit...
Lotta:
Come on, now, City Boy. Ya really think the cops'll believe that?
Turner Grey profile
Lotta:
Hey, it's that Dr. Grey guy. Pity what happened to him. Pretty scary what ghouls and ghosts can do to a man, huh? Gawd rest his poor soul.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Since when was Lotta so religious...?)
Morgan Fey profile
Lotta:
That old lady sure can be forceful. She scared me back there. ...Well, only a little, now, ya hear?
Dick Gumshoe profile
Lotta:
I swear I've seen his face before. Maybe during that last case... Whenever something happens, this detective guy is always there. I wonder if he's the real baddie behind everything?
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I highly doubt it...)
Anything else
Lotta:
Nope. Don't know nothin' about that. Things that don't catch my eye, don't catch my interest.
Phoenix:
(And she calls herself a journalist??)
(Clearing "Any ideas" "Talk" option leads to:)
Phoenix:
(I don't know who's scarier... Lotta or the spirits... And why does it feel like we've been through this before...?)
June 19Fey ManorChanneling Chamber
Phoenix:
(The police are busily running here and there, and I don't see Maya anywhere...)
Gumshoe:
H-Hey, you! Don't touch anything!
Phoenix:
Look, I really need to ask you some questions!
Gumshoe:
Umm... Don't look at me like I'm some sort of uncaring jerk... Tell you what, pal. I'll let you ask me a few questions, alright?
Examine
Anywhere
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! No touching without my permission!
Phoenix:
I'm just looking at it.
Gumshoe:
Hey, I can't be too careful if a kid like her can be a murder suspect, now can I?
Phoenix:
(I guess if I want to search this room, I'm going to have to come back later...)
Talk
Maya
Phoenix:
Um, about Maya...
Gumshoe:
I hate to break this to you, pal, but... with the way things look now, that girl's the only one who could've done it.
Phoenix:
(Yeah. Only Maya and the victim were inside this room, after all...) But Maya is...
Gumshoe:
You can ask more about her later, pal. Right now, I've got a job to do and that's collecting evidence.
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe looks like a real professional. And yet, something about his expression still looks the same...)
Cause of death
Phoenix:
So... Dr. Grey was shot with a gun, huh?
Gumshoe:
He was shot in the forehead. But...
Phoenix:
But...?
Gumshoe:
But he was also stabbed in the chest with a knife.
Phoenix:
(...A knife?)
Gumshoe:
After being stabbed, the final blow was a shot from a gun.
Present
Anything
Gumshoe:
Ah, I'm really busy right now. I can take a look at it later, alright, pal?
Phoenix:
(He didn't even take a glance at it...)
Winding Way
Move
Side Room
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Side Room
June 19Fey ManorSide Room
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I'm pretty sure there was someone sleeping here earlier...)
???:
Like, how can I help you?
Phoenix:
Ack! Ah, I'm, uh... That is... I...
???:
Um, like, so isn't it about time to start?
Phoenix:
Huh? Time to start what?
???:
You know, like, the channeling!
Phoenix:
Channeling...? Oh, oh, oh, oh!! No, actually, the situation has kind of changed...
???:
Huh? Like, what do you mean?
Phoenix:
Please stay calm, but... a murder has taken place!
???:
... Um, so, like... A murder is that thing where, like, one person kills another, right?
Phoenix:
Yes! A person has killed another person!
???:
Oh, that's... Uh... What are the words I'm looking for...? It's like... ...like totally a bummer.
Phoenix:
...Yeah... (After all that effort, that's all she had to say?)
Ini:
Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to, like, introduce myself. My name is Ini Miney. Um... At the college, I'm researching and studying "parapsychology".
Phoenix:
"Parapsychology"?
Ini:
That's right. Um... I think people, like, usually call it, "occult studies" or something. Like supernatural phenomenon, ESP and psychic powers. That sort of stuff.
Phoenix:
(That's pretty out there...) I'm Phoenix Wright, attorney at law.
Examine
Bed on right
Phoenix:
You left the blanket a mess. Are you going to fold it?
Ini:
Like I had a really good nap, and, like... I was thinking of leaving it like this, so, like, it's all set for tonight.
Talk
Ini Miney
Phoenix:
So what brings you here today?
Ini:
Um, like, so... I was the one who told Dr. Grey about this place. He asked me, like, "Do you know of a good spirit medium?"
Phoenix:
(Hmm, Dr. Grey did say something about being introduced to this place.)
Ini:
Cause, like, talking to dead people and, like, multiple personalities are my thing...
Phoenix:
I see... Then why were you taking a nap here?
Ini:
Like... I wasn't feeling good.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ini:
I'm, like, allergic to sesame seeds. They, like, must've put some in the food they served for lunch.
Phoenix:
Oh, that doesn't sound fun.
Ini:
So I, like, felt sick, and came in here to, like, sleep. I totally feel, like, I've wasted my time 'cause I, like, slept a long time.
What happened
Phoenix:
So you were sleeping here the entire time?
Ini:
Yeah. Ever since lunch...
Phoenix:
So you don't know anything about the murder that took place?
Ini:
Like, what? Oh, that! I, like, totally know nothing. So who was, like, you know, killed...?
Phoenix:
The surgeon that requested the channeling, Dr. Grey.
Ini:
...
The victim (appears after Ini Miney and What happened)
Phoenix:
You and Dr. Grey knew each other, right?
Ini:
...! I don't know any Dr. Grey!
Phoenix:
Oh really...? That's not exactly what Dr. Grey said...
Ini:
Huh!? ...Well, uh... Like, a long, long time ago... I was, like, a patient, yeah.
Phoenix:
(She sounds like she's trying to hide something...)
Present
Maya Fey profile
Ini:
Oh, hey! That's, like, Maya Fey, right? She's, like, totally waaaay famous! Like, well, for people like us, like, you know?
Phoenix:
("Waaaay famous"? Maya?)
Ini:
I mean, like, she's, like, the daughter of the Master, right?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Well, at least she remembers some things.)
Ini Miney profile
Ini:
Um... This face... Like, I think I've seen it somewhere before...
Phoenix:
What!? ...Y-You're joking, right?
Ini:
Ha ha, like, of course I am, silly!
Phoenix:
(Oh, thank goodness...)
Any other evidence
Ini:
Like, I'm really sorry, but I'm not all that smart... so I don't, like, get it.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Why does it feel like she's just putting on an act?)
Any other profile
Ini:
I'm, like, totally bad at remembering people's names.
Phoenix:
Oh?
Ini:
But I, like, remember seeing that face somewhere before, like, I think...
Phoenix:
Well, thanks for trying. (I didn't think it was possible for someone to be this much of an airhead...)
Move
Winding Way
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Winding Way
June 19Fey ManorWinding Way
Phoenix:
(There's no one here... as usual.) Ack! ...H-Hey... How are you?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
You're Pearl, right?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Silent as ever... ...? What's that she's got in her hand? I've seen it somewhere before...)
Talk
Any options
Phoenix:
Um...
Pearl:
...!
Phoenix:
(...What is it!? Is it my hair? Is it too spiky? Not spiky enough!?)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um...
Pearl:
...!
Phoenix:
(...What is it!? Is it my hair? Is it too spiky? Not spiky enough!?)
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Gumshoe and Ini, clearing "Any ideas" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Meditation Room
Leads to:
June 19
Fey Manor
Meditation Room
June 19Fey ManorMeditation Room
Morgan:
Oh, dear madam... You have such impeccable timing.
Ini:
Like, what's all the buzz?
Gumshoe:
Ahem. Alright everyone, listen up! You too, pal! I'm going to give you all a brief update! Right now, it looks like the investigation's not going to be done until real late...
Morgan:
That is a terrible shame. I propose that everyone sleep here under the roof of the Fey Manor tonight.
Phoenix:
(What a mess. I can't believe how crazy this day turned out... Maya was arrested and taken away by the police. And I don't see myself getting any sleep tonight...)
June 20, 8:02 AMFey ManorMeditation Room
Phoenix:
(*yawn* Uuugh... Morning... I guess I must have nodded off at some point... I hope Maya's OK. I should hurry and get to the Detention Center, ASAP!)
June 20, 10:34 AMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
N... Nick! Nick! I...!
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
What am I going to do!? I never imagined it would turn out like this!
Phoenix:
Calm down, Maya! Take deep breaths. (Come to think of it, the first time I met her... It all started right here, in this detention center...)
Maya:
I finally... I finally get to see you again, and...
Phoenix:
It's not your fault. You didn't do it.
Maya:
No, I... I did it... I killed that person.
Phoenix:
But that wasn't you.
Maya:
It doesn't matter. It might as well have been me. I was too weak... and I... I couldn't control the spirit's power, so...
Phoenix:
(I don't want to bring up the case quite yet, but...)
Maya:
...You don't have to be nice to me. I understand.
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera.
Guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. I wonder if he's bored. Not that I can tell since he never looks over this way.
Talk
Channeling
Phoenix:
So you're the Master or something of the Kurain School of Channeling...?
Maya:
Actually, my mother is for now. But since that title is passed from mother to daughter, I guess I will be someday...
Phoenix:
But many people think that channeling isn't real, that it's all just an act.
Maya:
You believe in us, don't you?
Phoenix:
Yeah... because I've seen it with my own eyes. (When Maya's channeling a spirit... not only her voice, but her whole physical appearance changes. It's a supernatural phenomenon that occurs every time. It happened this time, too... Dr. Grey said that he wanted to call the nurse, so... Maya's body must have taken on that nurse's appearance...)
What happened
Phoenix:
What exactly happened in the Channeling Chamber?
Maya:
... I went into that room with Dr. Grey, locked the door... and sat down across from him.
Phoenix:
OK...
Maya:
We closed our eyes...and I began the channeling.
Phoenix:
(This is sounding kind of creepy... like the beginning of a scary story...)
Maya:
And that's the last thing I remember...
Phoenix:
What?
Maya:
After a spirit comes into my body, I lose my self, my consciousness.
Phoenix:
Then, you don't remember a single thing?
Maya:
When I came to, I was being held in my aunt's arms. And there was blood... all over my clothes.
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Maya:
Oh! But... I do remember having a dream.
Phoenix:
A dream...?
"Dream" (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
What kind of dream did you have while you were channeling...?
Maya:
Um... I can't remember it all that well, but... I was dead and buried in the ground. I couldn't move... and it was unbearable... Really suffocating... ...It went something like that.
Phoenix:
I... I see... (I have no idea what to say to that...)
Maya:
There was a really familiar smell too...
Phoenix:
Under the ground?
Maya:
Yeah, I can't quite place it, but I know I've smelled that same scent before...
Present
Maya's Magatama
Maya:
Make sure you show that to Pearly, OK, Nick? I'm sure she'll be a big help to you.
Maya Fey profile
Maya:
I... I can't face myself...
Phoenix:
(I should've known better...)
Turner Grey profile
Maya:
!! T-The... That's the guy I k-killed...
Phoenix:
Ack! I'm sorry! (Why did I pull this picture out!?)
Pearl Fey profile
Maya:
Pearly... She definitely has more than me...
Phoenix:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Maya:
Who I think the next Master should be... I mean, she's got more spiritual power than me, and she really works hard at her training...
Phoenix:
(Talk about bringing the mood down even further... *sigh*)
Morgan Fey profile
Maya:
I... I can't face my aunt right now... Not now... that this has happened...
Phoenix:
It's alright, Maya. I'm sure she understands. She's on our side, after all.
Maya:
Yeah, I know... But still...
Lotta Hart profile
Maya:
That's Lotta Hart... right?
Phoenix:
That girl is still after the next sensational photo.
Maya:
Ha ha. I guess some things never change.
Dick Gumshoe profile
Maya:
I felt terrible during the questioning session... I mean, Gumshoe kept looking at me... with these really sad eyes... ...
Any other evidence
Maya:
Sorry, Nick, but there's nothing really special about it.
Any other profile
Phoenix:
So... what do you think about this person...?
Maya:
...?
Phoenix:
(I guess I can't expect her to know anything about this person.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Phoenix:
... (...I guess this is about all the information I'm going to gather for today...) I'll be back later, Maya. In the meantime, please make sure you prepare it, OK?
Maya:
Huh? "It"? What is "it"?
Phoenix:
The document requesting me to be your attorney, of course.
Maya:
...! But...
Phoenix:
What's wrong?
Maya:
Are you sure? I mean, I'm guilty! I'm a murderer!
Phoenix:
No one's decided that yet.
Maya:
But I did! I killed that person... with these... two hands...!
Phoenix:
That's enough, Maya.
Maya:
It's hopeless! If you defend me, you'll lose, I'm sure...
Phoenix:
Stop it!
Maya:
... ...Help me... Nick, help me... I'm scared...
Phoenix:
Don't worry, I will. When is the trial?
Maya:
It sounds like tomorrow.
Phoenix:
(As usual, zero prep time...) Alright. I'm going now.
Maya:
Wait.
Phoenix:
...?
Maya:
This jewel... This is called a Magatama. It's a magical charm and it's always protected me. Give this to Pearly... And I'm sure she'll lend you her spiritual powers.
Magatama received from Maya.
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
June 20
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Kurain Village
Leads to:
June 20
Kurain Village
June 20Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Phew. It feels like I've been gone forever. But it's only been one day... (Oh, that's right!) Where's that newspaper Dr. Grey brought the other day...? ...Ah, here it is. Right on top of my desk. (This is the only thing he left behind that's going to be of any help...)
Newspaper Clipping 1 added to the Court Record.
Examine
Window
Phoenix:
There is a giant building just outside the window. It's the Gatewater Hotel, a high-class, luxury hotel. Until recently, it had been a normal, business-class hotel.
Plant
Phoenix:
Charley. A quite decorative plant. It's a memento of my boss, Mia... who passed away. The rest of the room may be in shambles, but I always manage to care for this little fella.
Poster
Phoenix:
A poster of the TV action hero, the Steel Samurai. Maya stuck it up here right before she left. I wouldn't say that the Steel Samurai and an attorney's office are a good match, but Maya threatened to curse me with some magic spell... so I guess it can stay.
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. ...Actually, I've neglected them for so long, a layer of dust has started to form. One of these days, I should try to build up the courage to read one... Maybe.
Desk
Phoenix:
It's my desk. I keep it neat for those rare occasions when I actually have a client in the office.
(Visiting Wright & Co. Law Offices or Kurain Village leads to:)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
June 20
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
June 20Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
(Maya must still be in questioning... I hope the detectives are taking it easy on her, but... these kinds of cases aren't taken lightly. I guess I'll come back later.)
June 20Kurain Village
Phoenix:
(I have to save Maya, no matter what! It's her life on the line! What in the world happened in that room yesterday?)
Move
Meditation Room
Leads to:
June 20
Fey Manor
Meditation Room
June 20Fey ManorMeditation Room
Phoenix:
(The Meditation Room nurtures all mediums young and old. Even mediums in training, I'd wager. But it's pretty deserted today... ...probably because of the murder yesterday...)
Move
Channeling Chamber
Leads to:
June 20
Fey Manor
Channeling Chamber
Winding Way
Leads to:
June 20
Fey Manor
Winding Way
June 20Fey ManorChanneling Chamber
Phoenix:
It looks like Detective Gumshoe isn't here today... I should take this chance and thoroughly check this room. If I'm lucky, I might uncover a clue or two...
Morgan:
Oh, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Good morning.
Morgan:
I am on my way to go meet Mystic Maya, and I thought to bring her some items to make her feel more at home. Namely, tea so bitter you lose your tongue and jaw-droppingly large strawberry desserts.
Phoenix:
I'm sure Maya will be very grateful...
Morgan:
That's "Mystic Maya", good sir!
Phoenix:
(Urk. She is one scary lady.)
Morgan:
Oh, dear, sweet Mystic Maya... Pearl wept constantly for you last night, as did I.
Phoenix:
(I know it's important for me to search the site, but I should ask her some questions too, while I have the chance...)
Examine (left side)
Door
Phoenix:
The Meditation Room is on the other side of this very heavy-looking door. The lock on it is broken, because, well... I broke it. It doesn't seem possible, but I managed to break it pretty badly. When we want to do something bad enough, people can do the most amazing things.
Floor panels on left
Phoenix:
This is where the medium sits, I assume. There are 4 panels of this flooring. The straw in the flooring feels a little damp, probably from the humidity in the air. No matter what I do, my eyes keep getting drawn to the pool of blood in the center here.
Examine (right side)
Altar
Phoenix:
I guess this is an alter [sic]. Whatever it is, it feels very important. A mirror-like object with a cloudy reflective surface, and some branches of a sacred tree have been set in a pre-determined arrangement. I'd guess they're used during the channeling...
Folding screen
Phoenix:
It's a beautiful and expensive folding screen. It also looks quite old. There seems to be some sort of sacred text written on it, but I can't read it. ... ! Th-This is... It's a hole! Could this have been made by a bullet?
Folding Screen added to the Court Record.
Behind the folding screen
Phoenix:
There is some empty space behind the folding screen. The light of the candles can't reach back there, so it's completely dark. I hope no one is hiding back there.
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
I would like to ask you a few questions about what happened yesterday.
Morgan:
Do you mean that awful tragedy?
???:
That man... ...murdered me... ...so I killed... him...
Phoenix:
M-Maya?
Step away from there!
Morgan:
Please leave this area to me. Go quickly and inform the police!
Phoenix:
What happened here in this room after I left?
Morgan:
Well... First, I struck Mystic Maya on the head.
Phoenix:
To make her go unconscious, correct?
Morgan:
That is correct. Next, I performed the Spirit Severing Technique.
Phoenix:
"Spirit Severing Technique"?
Morgan:
The spirit of that nurse was inside of Mystic Maya's body. I used the technique to send the nurse's spirit back to the other world.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if this kind of testimony is even admissible in a court of law...)
Channeling Chamber
Phoenix:
By the way, what is this room exactly...?
Morgan:
The Channeling Chamber? This room was created for the sole purpose of preventing such a tragedy as yesterday.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Morgan:
Sometimes, when an inexperienced medium calls an especially strong spirit, that spirit may become violent and revolt, as you witnessed yesterday.
Phoenix:
Revolt? But how?
Morgan:
When a spirit enters a medium's body, she loses her will and her self steps aside. To put it another way, the spirit is borrowing the medium's body, good sir.
Phoenix:
But isn't that extremely dangerous?
Morgan:
An experienced medium has little problem controlling a spirit.
Phoenix:
But Maya... I mean, Mystic Maya... That was her first channeling...
Morgan:
And that was why I insisted on locking the door. However, I never thought that would be calling danger upon the client himself... I am grateful that one of our heirlooms was not damaged in this horrible incident.
Phoenix:
And that is...?
Morgan:
It is that folding screen there. It is the Kurain Sacred Writings. Along with the Kurain Sacred Urn, they are this village's most treasured possessions. If I ever found out that something had happened to either one... Oh, the inhumanity...
Phoenix:
(Odd for her to be worrying about the folding screen at a time like this... I guess this isn't just some dilapidated old screen after all...)
Pearl
Phoenix:
So... How is Pearl today...?
Morgan:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Morgan:
In this world, Pearl is my most treasured possession. When compared to even Mystic Maya, Pearl has the spiritual power to become a Master.
Phoenix:
Th-That's very impressive.
Morgan:
Until now, the women of the branch family have thought themselves to be inferior. .. But. Pearl is different! Her spiritual strength is so great; even greater than some of the main family! Yes, Pearl is a channeling prodigy and is the pride of the branch family!
Phoenix:
(Wow... She's really fired up now...)
Morgan:
In any case... Our world is so different from yours, perhaps it is best for you to quit, good sir.
Phoenix:
"Quit"? Quit what?
Present
Maya's Magatama
Morgan:
...Oh my!
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it?
Morgan:
That... That is Mystic Maya's Magatama. Why would you have this in your possession!?
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry!
Morgan:
Return it to Mystic Maya at once!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, madam! (Why did I feel like I was being scolded by my own mother just now...?)
Folding Screen
Morgan:
Ah, so even someone such as yourself can take interest in something like this. This is the Kurain Channeling Technique Sacred Writings. There are 6 panels in all.
Phoenix:
I see... But that's not what caught my eye. You see this hole here...?
Morgan:
It is an old screen, you see. It is only logical that perhaps a bug or worm of some sort is the culprit.
Phoenix:
(Even though this looks nothing like the eating patterns of any bug I know...)
Maya Fey profile
Morgan:
I can hardly believe Mystic Maya has become like this. Directly influenced by the likes of you, and becoming caught up in a situation such as this...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry... (...Hey, hold on! How is all this MY fault!?)
Morgan:
I told her so many times, as I have also told Pearl, "Do not associate with strange old men you don't know".
Phoenix:
(Well, that shouldn't apply to me then, especially since I'm hardly an "old man" yet!!)
Turner Grey profile
Morgan:
That doctor was one of those people. Those who intend harm upon the spirits receive harm in return; it's karma at work. It seems that he was the one to take the nurse's life, wouldn't you agree?
Phoenix:
(I guess that's possible...)
Pearl Fey profile
Morgan:
Good sir!
Phoenix:
Y...Yes?
Morgan:
When did you take this picture!? This is one of those... what are they called...? Those... "hidden camera" pictures!
Phoenix:
N-No!! It's not one of those at all!!
Morgan:
Such an unforgivable offense! You will hand it over to me!
Phoenix:
N-No! I won't! (If I ever want to talk about Pearl again, I should be much more careful...)
Morgan Fey profile
Morgan:
It shows the same face as the one I see in the mirror every day.
Phoenix:
And? Anything else?
Morgan:
No. That is all.
Phoenix:
(Why in the world did I bother to show this to her!?)
Any other evidence
Morgan:
I will be leaving shortly to meet with Mystic Maya. I simply do not have the time to look at such trivial matters.
Any other profile
Morgan:
We usually do not welcome strangers into our village as they disturb the aura here. Especially people like you, good sir.
Phoenix:
H-Hey, what do you mean, "especially people like me?"
Morgan:
You selfishly make Mystic Maya help you with your work... You should be thankful I have not taken your life for such a disrespectful act.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, madam...
Morgan:
And even more importantly, remember that if anything were to happen to Pearl...
Phoenix:
(What is that supposed to mean!?)
(Clearing all "Talk" options and examining folding screen leads to:)
Morgan:
Well, then, I do believe it is time for me to take my leave.
Phoenix:
Alright. Please tell Maya I said hi.
Morgan:
What was that!?
Phoenix:
Uh, I mean, Mystic Maya.
Morgan:
I will tell her.
Phoenix:
(...*sigh*)
June 20Fey ManorWinding Way
Phoenix:
(Little Pearl isn't here today... Maybe she's at school?)
Move
Side Room
Leads to:
June 20
Fey Manor
Side Room
June 20Fey ManorSide Room
Ini:
Oh, hey! Like, you're that guy from yesterday... The, uh, dentist guy...
Phoenix:
No, no, I'm a lawyer.
Ini:
That's right! Um... Mr. Smith, Esquire.
Phoenix:
...That's "Wright". Wait, I mean, you're wrong. My name is "Wright".
Ini:
"Smith", "Wright"... Well, I got, like, three letters, at least.
Phoenix:
(I don't think she gets the point...) Anyway, why are you here?
Ini:
So, like, I study this thing called "parapsychology" at this college and...
Phoenix:
Um, you told me about that yesterday. The sesame allergy, too. What I'd really like to know is why you're still here today?
Ini:
Oh! So, like, that's what you meant! Like, you shoulda been more, like, clear about it!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry. My bad.
Ini:
No, it's OK. Like, it's really...
Phoenix:
...
Ini:
...?
Phoenix:
...That's it? Why'd you stop mid-sentence!?
Ini:
Did I? ...So, like... what was I talking about again...?
Phoenix:
... (If Lotta ever wanted another "genuine mysterious phenomenon", it's right here.)
Examine
Wooden bear sculpture
Phoenix:
It's a decorative wooden bear sculpture. There's a plate attached to the base. "Kurain Village - The Heart of Channeling" What the!? It's a souvenir.
Ini:
Isn't it cuuuuute? I, like, totally bought that!
Phoenix:
Ah... so it's yours, huh?
Ini:
Yeah. So, like, this village is really famous for, like, channeling and bears.
Phoenix:
Heh. (...Wait. Famous for bears!?)
Ini:
But it's, like, OK. If you ever, like, see a bear, you just play dead, and they, like, leave you alone.
Phoenix:
I-Is that right?
Ini:
Yeah. Cause, like, fighting back is totally of no use.
Phoenix:
(Has she actually tried to fight one!?)
Yellow box
Phoenix:
Hmm, now where did this box come from? I'm sure this wasn't here last night. It looks like a box for storing clothes... But it's pretty big for just clothes... It's mostly empty, but a few folded pieces of channeling costumes sit at the bottom.
Talk
Ini Miney
Phoenix:
So? Why are you still here today?
Ini:
Like, there's so much for me to, like, study here!
Phoenix:
Like what?
Ini:
Like, the medium's training, or like, how they inherit their spiritual power.
Phoenix:
(I suppose... This village is the real thing, after all.)
Ini:
So, like, I asked if I could stay here for, like, a little longer.
Phoenix:
(She sure seems like the care-free type, at least, on the surface...)
What happened
Phoenix:
Have you heard about the murder?
Ini:
It's, like, totally scary.
Phoenix:
(...she says, with a silly smile plastered on her face...) ...So do you know anything about it that might help?
Ini:
...
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I don't think she has a grip on reality, let alone what's going on here.)
The victim
Phoenix:
About the victim, Dr. Grey...
Ini:
I don't know who you're talking about. ...Like... Wait, I think you asked about him, like, yesterday, too...
Phoenix:
(That's right... Her reaction yesterday when I asked was...)
Phoenix:
You and Dr. Grey knew each other, right?
Ini:
...! I don't know any Dr. Grey!
Phoenix:
Oh really...? That's not exactly what Dr. Grey said...
Ini:
Huh!? ...Well, uh... Like, a long, long time ago... I was, like, a patient, yeah.
Phoenix:
(OK, she is definitely hiding something from me...)
Ini:
...Like, is something wrong?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Would you take a look at this?
Ini:
Hey! It's, like, one of those little badges people in Congress all wear...
Phoenix:
No, no, no. I'm a lawyer. L-A-W-Y-E-R!!
Ini:
...? Like, so is that what you are?
Maya's Magatama
Ini:
Wow! It's a Magatama! Aww, you shouldn't have!
Phoenix:
It's so totally not for you!
Ini:
Hey! Like, it's not nice to freak me out like that!
Phoenix:
(That should be my line...)
Maya Fey profile
Phoenix:
I wanted to ask you about this girl...
Ini:
Oh, that's, like, Maya Fey. She's, like, the Master's daughter.
Phoenix:
You surprise me. You knew that?
Ini:
Well, like, I totally know everyone related to the occult. Maya is, like, an idol among spirit mediums.
Phoenix:
(Maya an idol? I guess stranger things have happened.)
Morgan Fey profile
Ini:
That's Morgan Fey. Like, she's been totally helpful.
Phoenix:
(Did she just bow to the picture...?)
Ini:
So what about her?
Phoenix:
Oh, nothing in particular. I just wanted to know what you knew about her.
Ini:
Um... Well, she's, like, a really good person.
Phoenix:
I see.
Ini:
Like totally.
Phoenix:
OK. (This is going nowhere...)
Ini Miney profile
Ini:
Um... This face... Like, I think I've seen it somewhere before...
Phoenix:
What!? ...Y-You're joking, right?
Ini:
Ha ha, like, of course I am, silly!
Phoenix:
(Oh, thank goodness...)
Any other evidence
Ini:
Like, I'm really sorry, but... And I know, like, you totally had your heart set on it, but I can't, like, take it.
Phoenix:
(Who said anything about giving this to you!?)
Any other profile
Phoenix:
What do you know about this person...?
Ini:
I'm, like, sorry, but it's totally, like, time for my nap...
Phoenix:
*yawn* (Ack! She's even got ME yawning!)
Ini:
And I, like, totally don't care about that person anyway...
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Morgan, clearing "The victim" "Talk" option, and examining folding screen leads to:)
Move
Winding Way
Leads to:
June 20
Fey Manor
Winding Way
June 20Fey ManorWinding Way
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
Ack! Y-You surprised me!
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
And how are you today?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess she isn't open to friendly chatting... Huh? She's still holding something in her hand... ...It looks like the same thing she had yesterday...)
Talk
Any options
Phoenix:
Um...
Pearl:
Aaaah!
Phoenix:
H-Huh?? (If only I had something that would catch her interest. Maybe then she'd talk to me.)
Present
Maya's Magatama
Leads to:
"Oh yeah. Maya said to give this to you..."
Anything else
Phoenix:
Can you take a look at this? Please?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(Urk... She's really scrutinizing my face...)
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(Th-That's enough already! I'm not that shifty-looking, am I!?)
Phoenix:
Oh yeah. Maya said to give this to you...
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(Ack! I'm in trouble now!! If Morgan sees us like this, I'll be the next one they're channeling...)
Pearl:
Th-That's... That's Mystic Maya's...
Phoenix:
...Huh!? (Sh-She actually spoke!)
Pearl:
Who are you...?
Phoenix:
I-I'm Phoenix Wright. I, uh, worked with Maya...
Pearl:
...Y-You worked with Mystic Maya...? You... You're Mr. Nick, right?
Phoenix:
...Uh, excuse me? (I bet I know who she picked "Nick" up from...)
Pearl:
I know who you are. You're... You're Mystic Maya's... "special someone"...
Phoenix:
WH-WH-WH-WHAT!?
Pearl:
So then... Of course! You're going to help Mystic Maya, aren't you? That's what you're going to do, right?
Phoenix:
W-Well, yeah... I will...
Pearl:
Oh wow... It's like a beautiful fairy tale! That earnest look shining brightly in your eyes... It must be true love...
Phoenix:
...Wh-What!? (Why am I being boiled into a bright red lobster by this little kid!?)
Pearl:
I'm so jealous of Mystic Maya! Ah, what a wonderful relationship...
Phoenix:
W-Wait... I... uhh... I mean... We aren't... Things aren't like...
Pearl:
Hee hee, I can tell you're a good person. Alright, Mr. Nick! I may be small, but I'm going to help you in any way I can!
Talk
Pearl
Phoenix:
Pearl, are you friends with Maya?
Pearl:
I feel very grateful to be friends with her... She's so great. I want to be like Mystic Maya when I grow up. I really look up to her.
Phoenix:
Wow, I had no idea Maya was so... revered.
Pearl:
Usually when people don't use Mystic Maya's title, I get mad.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, sorry.
Pearl:
But if it's you, Mr. Nick, then it's OK. Because... Because... you're "special" to her.
Phoenix:
(Where in the world did she get an idea like that??)
Pearl:
By the way... this may be rude, but which channeling school are you from?
Phoenix:
Which channeling school?
Pearl:
Yes. For example, I study the Kurain technique.
Phoenix:
... Ah, I get it! No, no, no. I'm a lawyer. A lawyer.
Pearl:
...Law...yer?
Phoenix:
Yup.
Pearl:
...Is that related to spirit mediums in any way...?
Phoenix:
(Um... None that I know of...) Wait, are you telling me you don't know what a lawyer is?
Pearl:
I'm sorry, but I have no idea.
Phoenix:
(Maya did say Pearl doesn't know much about the outside world...)
The item in your hand
Phoenix:
So what's that you've got there, Pearl?
Pearl:
Oh, this? I found it yesterday.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Pearl:
If you want it, I can give it to you.
Accept it
Leads to:
"Alright, well, if you really want to give it to me..."
Don't accept it
Phoenix:
I can't take something this important from you, Pearl.
Pearl:
Oh...
Phoenix:
(But I'm sure I've seen that key somewhere before... ...and it might be an important clue later on...)
Leads to:
"Alright, well, if you really want to give it to me..."
Phoenix:
Alright, well, if you really want to give it to me...
Pearl:
Hee hee. You look like a child at a toy store, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
(...She not only speaks in a refined manner, but laughs in one, too!)
Black Key added to the Court Record.
Present
Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
So this is...
Pearl:
That is Mystic Maya's Magatama. It's one of the most important heirlooms of Kurain Village. Please make sure to take good care of it.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I will. (Is it really OK for me to have such a priceless object?)
Folding Screen
Pearl:
Are you interested in Kurain's traditional things too, Mr. Nick? The Kurain Sacred Writings are on this folding screen.
Phoenix:
Oh? Is that what's written on it? Actually, what caught my eye was this "hole" in it...
Pearl:
It's a very old screen, so I think that maybe bugs made it by eating through it.
Phoenix:
(...It sure doesn't look like something bugs can make...)
Black Key
Phoenix:
About this key...
Pearl:
I found it while I was playing in the garden yesterday.
Phoenix:
I've seen it before too, you know?
Pearl:
...? Really?
Maya Fey profile
Pearl:
I look up to Mystic Maya a lot. She's my role model. She's so smart, and pretty, and kind, and loving. She's always cheerful, never gets sick, isn't picky, and has good sleeping habits. She always wakes up before me, and always eats breakfast before me too. And she has you; such a wonderful person with whom she can share a lo-
Phoenix:
Ack! OK, OK! I get the idea! (She really thinks the world of Maya, doesn't she?)
Pearl Fey profile
Pearl:
To tell you the truth, I really want to grow my hair out, just like Mystic Maya. But my mother won't let me.
Phoenix:
Your hair now suits you quite well, though, I think.
Pearl:
R-Really? Th-Thank you! *fidget, fidget*
Phoenix:
*fidget, fidget*
Morgan Fey profile
Pearl:
Oh, it's my mother! She takes really good care of me and loves me very much. She says I'm the "pride of the branch family"... But I don't know what that means.
Phoenix:
("Branch family"... That concept is probably still too hard for little Pearl...)
Any other evidence
Pearl:
I'm sure it is helpful to you in some way, but I'm still in training, so I don't know anything about it. I'm really, deeply sorry.
Phoenix:
No, no, no, it's OK. I shouldn't have shown you something so trivial anyway. I'm very sorry. (This feels so weird, talking to a kid like this...)
Any other profile
Pearl:
Hmm, I'm sorry I don't know who this person is.
Phoenix:
I guess that makes sense... You've never left Kurain village, after all.
Pearl:
I'm really sorry, Mr. Nick. I just don't really know anyone outside the village.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Pearl:
Um, Mr. Nick...?
Phoenix:
Yes, Pearls? I can call you that, right? You're too cute to just call you Pearl.
Pearl:
Sure, Mr. Nick... Umm... Are you sure it's OK for me to have this Magatama?
Phoenix:
Yeah, it's OK. I was told to give it to you.
Pearl:
But, I can't accept something like this! ...All I really should do is charge this Magatama with spiritual energy...
Phoenix:
Spiritual energy?
Pearl:
Please take this. I'm sure it will be helpful.
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Pearl:
It will let you see people's secrets.
Phoenix:
See people's... secrets...?
Pearl:
Yes. ...If it's alright with you, I would like to accompany you for a little while. I can explain the Magatama's power to you when we meet someone hiding a secret.
Move
Side Room
Leads to:
June 20
Fey Manor
Side Room
Meditation Room
Leads to:
June 20
Fey Manor
Meditation Room
June 20Fey ManorMeditation Room
Gumshoe:
Hey, it's you, pal! So you're going to be her lawyer, I bet.
Phoenix:
Yes.
Gumshoe:
Oh... I really feel bad for you, pal. Just this once, I wish I could be on your side.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but I shouldn't be saying that kind of stuff to you. Hey! You're a cute kid.
Pearl:
...
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha. I'm not scary. Honest!
Phoenix:
(Wow, I never knew Gumshoe liked kids...)
Gumshoe:
H-Hey! I know! I'll show you something cool! How's this? It's a real, genuine pistol...
Phoenix:
D-Detective Gumshoe!! What are you doing showing her something that dangerous!
Gumshoe:
Oh, sorry...
Talk
Maya's guilt
Phoenix:
What about Maya and the charges against her?
Gumshoe:
I don't think you can win, pal. If you're talking about proof, we've got a few pieces.
Phoenix:
You've got proof...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal. That puffy-haired photographer's going to testify tomorrow.
Phoenix:
(He must be talking about Lotta. Actually... speaking of Lotta...)
Lotta:
I took some hot pictures earlier!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lotta:
Remember!? I took some pictures at the murder scene inside!
Phoenix:
(Lotta's "hot pictures"... I wonder what her camera captured...?)
Gumshoe:
...Besides, you must've realized by now, pal. There's no way anyone other than Maya Fey could've done it.
Phoenix:
(...!)
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(What am I supposed to say to Pearls now...?)
The victim
Phoenix:
About Dr. Grey...
Gumshoe:
The victim wasn't super famous, but people still knew who he was. His face was all over those tabloid shows last year.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know.
Gumshoe:
I was looking through some newspapers from last year, and... ... Huh? I could've sworn I had... I cut an article out, but I guess I must've lost it...
Phoenix:
(He's searching through his pockets... And boy, are those big...)
Gumshoe:
Hmm... It looked really interesting, too. Hey, do you have a copy, pal?
Phoenix:
(A copy of that article...? I think Dr. Grey might have brought a copy to the office when he came by...)
Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix:
About Maya's trial tomorrow...
Gumshoe:
I've got two pieces of news for you, pal.
Phoenix:
Two?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. "Bad news" and "even worse news." So which do you want to hear first?
Phoenix:
...I don't really care... It doesn't change the fact that I'm not going to like it.
Gumshoe:
Alright, pal. Well, the prosecutor for the trial is Prosecutor von Karma.
Phoenix:
WHAT!? Von Karma!?
Phoenix:
(Manfred von Karma... He was an awe-inspiring veteran prosecutor. He never lost a case in the 40 years of his career, and he raised a fearsome disciple. The horrible aftertaste of the evil he force-fed me is something I'll never forget.)
Phoenix:
... Wait a sec. But didn't Von Karma stand trial and...
Gumshoe:
That's where the other piece of bad news comes in... The Von Karma you're facing tomorrow is actually his successor...
Phoenix:
Successor...?
Successor (appears after Tomorrow's trial)
Phoenix:
So, um... Who is this "successor" to Von Karma?
Gumshoe:
Literally, pal, it's Prosecutor von Karma's kid. His kid became a prosecutor real young... like 13, and hasn't lost a trial since. That's what they call a "prodigy," pal.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Kid, huh... ... W-W-Wait a sec! Th-Th-Thirteen!? The kid became a prosecutor at the age of THIRTEEN!? I mean, a prodigy like that... I would have heard something about...
Gumshoe:
Oh, no, no. The kid was born and raised in Germany, pal. That country's got a lot of stuff and is a great place to develop a person's talents.
Phoenix:
(Germany, huh? That's probably why I've never heard of this person. Ugh... Still, all it takes is someone mentioning the name "Von Karma", and I get terrible flashbacks to that case. Stop it! Get over it, Phoenix! That person is already gone...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Hey, look. It's my attorney's badge.
Gumshoe:
Ha ha. Good one, pal. You're always good for a laugh with your little badge. But a real man... A real man has a police badge.
Pearl:
Uh, um... Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
What is it, Pearls?
Pearl:
I was wondering if I could see it, too?
Phoenix:
Ah, no, it's OK. It's not that important anyway.
Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
What do you think about this...?
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's a pretty nice-looking brooch! You should stop wearing that ugly old attorney's badge, and start wearing that, pal.
Pearl:
Hee, hee. That detective is so nice! Aren't you happy, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(Happy?... About what?)
Newspaper Clipping 1
Phoenix:
Um, Dr. Grey brought this over to my office the other day, and...
Gumshoe:
Hey! It's that news story! The one about the malpractice suit!
Phoenix:
Fourteen patients died and it caused a huge stink.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but that's not all, pal. Things only got worse after that.
Phoenix:
You mean the car accident the nurse died in?
Gumshoe:
...Hmm... Oh, here we go. I brought my own clipping with me today. Here, pal, this is for you.
Phoenix:
Alright. Thanks.
Newspaper Clipping 2 added to the Court Record.
Newspaper Clipping 1 (After receiving Newspaper Clipping 2)
Gumshoe:
The nurse that killed the patients ended up getting killed in an accident. Dr. Grey wound up on a lot of tabloid shows because of that. Now, there was a smart man. I'm sure that was a great way to advertise for his clinic.
Phoenix:
(Uh, huh. Scaring people off is always the best way to get more patients.)
Black Key
Phoenix:
So about this key...
Gumshoe:
Hey, is that your house key or something, pal?
Phoenix:
Come on, does this look like a house key to you?
Gumshoe:
Then what's it for?
Phoenix:
It's... ... (Hmm, actually, I should probably keep that a secret...) It's my bicycle key.
Gumshoe:
Oh. Nothing special, huh?
Maya Fey profile
Gumshoe:
I'm sorry things had to turn out this way, pal.
Phoenix:
It's too early to give up! No one's proven her guilty of anything, yet!
Gumshoe:
Look, even if there were a zillion of you, pal, this is a case you... *sigh*
Phoenix:
(Now why is he sighing?)
Pearl Fey profile
Gumshoe:
Oh, so that's little Pearl.
Phoenix:
Do you know her?
Gumshoe:
Only that Ms. Fey was looking for her earlier. Something about being worried that she'll end up talking to the weird guy. So, you have any idea who this "weird guy" is, pal?
Phoenix:
...Nope. Not a clue.
Morgan Fey profile
Gumshoe:
That's Maya's aunt, right? I got to eat one of her giant strawberry desserts earlier. It was really good!
Phoenix:
(Aw, I didn't get to eat one yet...)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
Boy do I look scary in this picture. I guess if I want people to stop thinking cops are scary, I have to change myself. Gotta smile, gotta smile!
Phoenix:
(There's that classic Gumshoe goofy smile again...)
Any other evidence
Gumshoe:
Ooh, I'd better shut my mouth.
Phoenix:
Uh, what?
Gumshoe:
I'm not gonna give you any information about evidence, pal.
Phoenix:
Oh.
Any other profile
Gumshoe:
I don't have anything to tell you about this one, pal.
Phoenix:
You don't have to be so mean about it.
Gumshoe:
Not. A. Word.
Pearl:
...
Gumshoe:
H-H-Hey! Don't look at me like that!
Phoenix:
(That girl has one intense stare... *gulp*)
June 20Fey ManorSide Room
Phoenix:
Hello again. We seem to be seeing a lot of each other today.
Ini:
Aww, she's, like, tooootally cute! Is she, like, your daughter?
Phoenix:
W-What!? NO! (How old do you think I am!?)
Talk
The victim
Phoenix:
I want to ask you about the victim, Dr. Grey.
Ini:
I, like, totally don't know him.
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Phoenix:
Aaack! What is that!?
Ini:
...?
Pearl:
You can see it, can't you, Mr. Nick? You can see the "lock" on that person's heart.
Phoenix:
Huh, what...?
Pearl:
This is the power of the Magatama. Only you can see these "Psyche-Locks", Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
(Psyche-Locks, huh...)
Pearl:
The more someone wants to hide their secret, the more locks you will see. If it's only one, I think you can easily unlock it.
Phoenix:
"Unlock"...? But how?
Pearl:
Please use Mystic Maya's Magatama on this person, and let's remove the lock.
Phoenix:
(I have no idea what she's talking about, but... Guess I'll give it a try.)
Pearl:
You must be careful, though, Mr. Nick. If you make a mistake, it will hurt you. If you don't think you have the proof you need, you must have the courage to stop.
Phoenix:
(Well, I've got to start somewhere. Let's give this Psyche-Lock thing a try.)
The victim (after Psyche-Lock appear)
Phoenix:
Iim going to ask you again. Did you know Dr. Grey?
Ini:
I totally don't know that guy. Like, you're totally more presistent than a roach!
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Phoenix:
(This girl is hiding something! I'm sure of it! I guess I have no choice but to remove this lock. Alright, so first, I have to use Maya's Magatama...)
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
-- The Victim --
Phoenix:
Ini Miney. I believe you do know who Dr. Grey is!
Ini:
I told you! Like, how many times do I, like, have to repeat myself? If you're, like, so totally sure, then where's, like, your proof?
Phoenix:
While it may be possible that you never actually met Dr. Grey in person, I do believe you might have at least, indirectly known of him.
Ini:
Like, what do you mean, like, "indirectly"...?
Phoenix:
(I should try to show that the possibility existed for now...) (Hmm, so, something that shows a possible connection between Ini and Dr. Grey...)
Present Newspaper Clipping 2
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Take a look at this newspaper clipping."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here is your proof!
Ini:
Like, what is that...?
Phoenix:
Ouch... I guess it doesn't have anything to do with it, huh? (Pearls did warn me... "If you make a mistake, it will hurt you," she said. If I don't have enough evidence, I should probably "stop". I should take another look at the Court Record and think it through one more time.)
Leads back to:
"While it may be possible that you never actually met Dr. Grey in person,"
Phoenix:
Take a look at this newspaper clipping.
Ini:
Like, what is it? ... A story about an accident?
Phoenix:
Please read the victim's name.
Ini:
Um..."Mimi Miney"...
Phoenix:
"Miney" is a pretty rare last name, wouldn't you say? Ms. Mimi Miney wouldn't happen to be a relative of yours, would she?
Ini:
...! So you noticed. Sh-She was my older sister.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry about your loss... Your sister... Was she a nurse... Perhaps at Dr. Grey's surgical clinic?
Ini:
...!
Phoenix:
Grey Surgical Clinic... I don't think I need to tell you that the clinic was run by the victim, Dr. Turner Grey. Which is how you knew of Dr. Grey; you knew him through your sister!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Lock)
The victim
Phoenix:
Please, tell me all you know about Dr. Grey.
Ini:
My... My sister's name was Mimi Miney. She was, like, a nurse at Dr. Grey's clinic.
Phoenix:
(That's what I thought...)
Ini:
I heard that, like, Dr. Grey was really tough on people. Like, a total slave driver. My sis was, like, always coming home totally wiped out 'cause she was overworked.
Phoenix:
Wiped out? So is that why she fell asleep at the wheel?
Ini:
That guy, like, drove my sis so hard, so, like, that's why the accident happened.
Phoenix:
The one where 14 patients died from malpractice?
Ini:
Yeah, like, I think that was the doctor's fault, too. My sis was pushed by, like, everyone's expectations and, like, her duties and stuff. And that pushed her to her death.
Phoenix:
Oh... I'm sorry...
Ini:
So, like, are we done? I've, like, already told my story to, like, everyone...
(Clearing "The victim" "Talk" option leads to:)
Pearl:
Do you understand now, Mr. Nick? This is how a Psyche-Lock works.
Phoenix:
...Well, I don't plan to pry into people's hearts unless I absolutely need to...
Pearl:
The lock this time was pretty easy, but... you might meet people who aren't as willing to give in later on. If you don't have enough proof, be careful and know when to stop trying.
Meditation Room
(Clearing "Successor" and "The victim" options leads to:)
Move
Kurain Village
Leads to:
June 20
Kurain Village
June 20Kurain Village
Pearl:
Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
Hmm? What's wrong?
Pearl:
I have never left Kurain Village.
Phoenix:
R-Really? Wow, that's, um, pretty amazing...
Pearl:
You are going to meet with Mystic Maya... aren't you? Please tell her I said hi.
Phoenix:
Hey, wait! (She ran off... Again. Well, I know Ini's secret now, but... I still don't have any idea how I'm going to save Maya. I don't even know if I should go in there with a smile or a straight face... *sigh*)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
June 20
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
June 20Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
(What am I supposed to do!? I'm almost out of time! Can I really do anything? Can I really save her...?)
???:
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Phoenix:
(Huh? Must be Maya...)
???:
It's been a long time, hasn't it, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
...! (That voice...) M-Mia!
Mia:
Even without me being here, it looks like you've learned to stand on your own.
Phoenix:
(Mia... She's Maya's older sister, and my mentor. She was a top-notch defense lawyer, but a certain case forced her into "retirement". But... whenever I'm in trouble, she comes to help, just like this. Her spirit comes back from the other world and borrows Maya's body for a bit...)
Mia:
Phoenix, you can't make that kind of face in front of your client.
Phoenix:
...!
Mia:
A lawyer is someone who smiles no matter how bad it gets, and especially when it's bad.
Phoenix:
Mia...
Mia:
You can't smile at the end if you haven't been smiling the whole way there. In any case, the face you're making now is no face to show a client, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
B-But!
Mia:
So, tell me all about it. I'm going to guess that my sister is in a lot of trouble again...
Phoenix:
(I told her everything about what had happened in the last two days. Mia closed her eyes, deep in thought, while she listened...)
Mia:
...I see...
Phoenix:
Mia... What am I supposed to do?
Mia:
... It's pretty clear what a good lawyer does in this situation.
Phoenix:
A-And that is!? Tell me, please!
Mia:
Believe in your convictions. And fight for the complete acquittal of your client.
Talk
Not guilty
Phoenix:
You think Maya's not guilty!? How can you be so sure!?
Mia:
I know she is. And I'll give you a hint as to why.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Mia:
Mediums can't have dreams.
Phoenix:
Can't have "dreams"...?
Mia:
From what you told me, it sounds like Maya was having a dream while channeling.
Phoenix:
Yeah... She said she dream that she had died and had been buried in the ground.
Mia:
But that is impossible. You've heard it from her, I'm sure. When a medium channels, her own spirit disappears. Which means that it's impossible for her to dream during that time.
Phoenix:
...! Then... What does this mean!?
Mia:
I think it's safe to bet that Maya was set-up.
Phoenix:
A set-up!?
Mia:
It's up to you to blow the lid on this case tomorrow and show how she was set-up.
Evidence?
Phoenix:
How am I supposed to prove her innocence when I have nothing to go on!?
Mia:
If you're looking for a clue, it's already in your hands.
Phoenix:
I-It is!?
Mia:
Just as it sounds, Phoenix, you already hold the "key".
Phoenix:
(R-Really...?)
Mia:
Come on, show me the "key" to this case.
Phoenix:
(The "key", huh? Alright, I'll show it to her; the "key" I hold.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Mia...
Mia:
*chuckle* Wow, this badge brings back a lot of memories, doesn't it...? I would love to stand with you at the defense table one more time.
Phoenix:
(Mia...)
Maya's Magatama
Mia:
This is... Maya's Magatama, isn't it? Why do you have it...?
Phoenix:
Maya gave it to me, but...
Mia:
I see... ... This is something very important to me. Take good care of it, OK?
Phoenix:
(She looks at it with such a soft look in her eyes...)
Black Key
Phoenix:
Mia, have you seen this key before?
Mia:
Ahh, the key... It's literally, the key to understanding everything that's happened in this case.
Phoenix:
This key?
Mia:
Phoenix, listen. Right now, that key is sitting in your hand. However, it shouldn't be. ... It contradicts the "facts".
Phoenix:
(What does she mean...?)
Mia:
I'm certain this key will be the piece of evidence that makes your case tomorrow.
Maya Fey profile
Mia:
I can't see Maya... when I'm in her body like this... But I can tell. She's very lonely and sad. Take good care of her, will you, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
I-I will...
Pearl Fey profile
Mia:
Pearly! She's really grown up... I left Kurain Village a long time ago. She probably doesn't remember a thing about me by now...
Morgan Fey profile
Mia:
I'm afraid I might have caused Aunt Morgan a lot of stress. When I left Kurain, I left Maya in my aunt's care. And now something like this happens...
Dick Gumshoe profile
Mia:
I've seen this man somewhere before... He had a strange name... and I'm almost sure I've questioned him before. I remember him making a show of confidence at first, but after five minutes, he breaks down and... ...you end up feeling bad for the poor guy...
Mia Fey profile
Mia:
That's right. I'm already dead. But I feel very grateful to have been born a Fey... so I can talk with you like this...
Any other evidence
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this?
Mia:
...Do you have anything more useful? There's no time left. Try to show me something that will help you in tomorrow's trial.
Any other profile
Mia:
I'm sorry, but I don't remember who that is...
(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting Black Key leads to:)
Mia:
... ... You already know everything you need to know. You know what the "key" to this case is... That is enough...
Phoenix:
But... But! How can I win tomorrow without knowing who the real murderer is!? Who... Who could have...?
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
(At the time, I didn't know, but this day was going to end with a turn for the surprising...)
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
M-Mia!? Wh-What...!?
Mia:
What's wrong?
Phoenix:
(That's right. Only I can see the Psyche-Locks... Which means... Mia must know something about the real murderer! But for this to be something that she would hide under lock and key from even me... What in the world is going on!?)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Reunion, and Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
June 21, 9:48 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Maya:
Whaaaaaaaat!? Prosecutor von Karma!? You mean...?
Phoenix:
No, I heard it's his successor this time...
Maya:
Successor...? ... Manfred von Karma. He was a really sinister man. He pulled all sorts of nasty tricks; all so he could win.
Phoenix:
(He was a man obsessed with the word "perfection"... He had a perfect record... for forty long years. Who knows what sorts of dirty tricks he used to get each of those guilty verdicts? And now, his successor... I wonder what kind of person they will turn out to be...)
Maya:
It's no good...
Mystic Maya!!
Maya:
Pearly! You showed up! Thanks for coming all this way!
Pearl:
I was really worried about you...
Maya:
Hey, where's your mother? Didn't you two come together?
Pearl:
Mother is watching over the trainees. She said they have training for two days straight with no breaks.
Maya:
Huh!? Then... Then... You came all by yourself?
Pearl:
Yup! I snuck out of the manor and followed a map.
Phoenix:
Don't tell me you walked all the way here...
Pearl:
Of course not! ...I ran!
Phoenix:
That's... I can't... Oh my... (If it takes two hours by train... Oh man...)
Maya:
Pearly... What about the train?
Pearl:
Huh? What's a... "tray-in"?
Phoenix:
(I give up...)
Pearl:
...It's time, isn't it?
Maya:
Um... I'm really scared... What if Von Karma tries to do something to me? At least I know Mr. Edgeworth would be nicer to me than Von Karma!
Pearl:
Mr. Eh-ji-werth? Who is that?
Maya:
Um, he's Nick's rival... Well, he's also a friend.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Maya:
I still remember him as if I had just seen him only yesterday.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Maya:
Every trial was a scorching fierce battle until the very end.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Maya:
It was always back and forth with them. But when you're rivals for life...
Phoenix:
Maya! Please don't mention that name ever again...
Maya:
Huh...? But why, Nick?
Phoenix:
I'm... I'm sorry, Maya. I forgot you don't know... He... He's... He's gone... And he's not coming back...
Maya:
Whaaaat!? W-W-Wait... Wait a second!! What's that supposed to mean!?
Bailiff:
Court will commence shortly. Please proceed into the courtroom.
Phoenix:
... Let's go. Now's not the time to talk about that anyway.
Maya:
N...Nick...?
June 21, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Maya Fey. Are the prosecution and the defense prepared?
???:
...
Phoenix:
... (What is with this girl...?)
Judge:
... *Ahem!* Mr. Wright!! Are you finally prepared!?
Phoenix:
Huh? A-Ah, yes, Your Honor. (Why does he always seem mad at me!?)
???:
Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
???:
You must be a little shocked because I am a woman, correct?
Phoenix:
(...Hold on. So this kid is the "famed" Prosecutor von Karma...?)
von Karma:
I am Franziska von Karma, the Prodigy.
Phoenix:
I... see...
von Karma:
I gave up a promising career in Germany and came to this country for one sole reason. Revenge.
Phoenix:
Revenge...? (Is this about her father, Manfred von Karma...?)
Judge:
Um... If it's something of a personal nature, I'm sure you can... Oww!
von Karma:
I'm talking. If you interrupt again, my whip will do the speaking for me.
Phoenix:
(Please speak with your mouth like a normal person... I beg of you...) Yeow!!
von Karma:
Make no mistake; I will defeat you! Prepare to go down, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Judge:
Prosecutor von Karma, your opening statement, please...
von Karma:
Those of Von Karma blood have only one fate. And that is "perfection". The defendant, Maya Fey, will find no escape from her guilt on my watch.
Judge:
V-Very well... What is the defense's position?
Phoenix:
Your Honor.
Judge:
Does the defense wish to enter a plea of "not guilty"?
Phoenix:
...Yes.
von Karma:
Foolish fool who foolishly dreams of foolish dreams... Ten minutes. I give the defense ten minutes before it changes its plea. That's right. I'll have you running for the "justified self-defense" plea in no time.
Phoenix:
("Justified self-defense"... A plea usually reserved for when a person unintentionally kills in defense of himself. We could very easily make a solid case that it was self-defense, but...) The defense stands by the plea of "not guilty", Your Honor! (Because to plead "justified self-defense" is to say you did kill someone.)
von Karma:
How foolish. If that's how you want to play it, Mr. Phoenix Wright, then I shall now call the first witness.
Phoenix:
(She's just as scary as her father. Like father, like daughter I suppose.)
von Karma:
Witness, your name and occupation?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! My name is Dick Gumshoe. I'm a detective at the local precinct. Aah!!
von Karma:
Get to the point already. Explain to the court the details of this murder.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir! Um, if everyone would please look at this map. The Channeling Chamber has no windows and the door was locked shut. At the time of the murder, only the victim and the defendant were in the room.
Judge:
What were they doing in there?
Gumshoe:
Um... They... Well, they were channeling... a spirit... Sir.
Judge:
Ch-Channeling a spirit??
Phoenix:
(The look of disbelief on the judge's face is...)
Gumshoe:
*ahem* Anyway, a few minutes after the channeling started, gunshots were heard coming from inside the room, sir. A few of the witnesses broke the door down, and rushed into the room.
Judge:
Ah, and that's when they found that the victim was already dead, correct? Hmm, I believe this is one of the most open and shut cases I have ever presided over.
Floor Plans added to the Court Record.
Judge:
So, how was the victim killed?
Gumshoe:
I was about to get to that...
von Karma:
Stop wasting my time, then.
Witness Testimony
-- Cause of Death --
Gumshoe:
The direct cause of death was a pistol shot to the forehead, sir.
The shot was fired from point-blank range.
But before the victim was shot, sir, he was stabbed in the chest.
The wound was very severe, but not enough to cause instantaneous death.
The murderer used the pistol to finish the victim off after the stabbing.
Judge:
Hmm... So the victim was stabbed before being shot...
Gumshoe:
This is the victim's autopsy report, sir.
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
The court accepts it into evidence. Mr. Wright, you may question the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Cause of Death --
Gumshoe:
The direct cause of death was a pistol shot to the forehead, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The murder weapon, Detective Gumshoe. Whose pistol was  it?
Gumshoe:
It was the victim's.
Phoenix:
The victim?  Now, why would he have...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
"Why would he have a pistol?"  Who cares? The point that you are missing  is whose fingerprints are on that pistol. If you're not already paying attention to that, then I suggest you start.
Judge:
Fingerprints? There were fingerprints?
Gumshoe:
Along with the victim's, the defendant, Maya Fey's were also on the grip, sir.
Judge:
Hmm. So the defendant's fingerprints were left on the murder weapon...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I walked right into her hands there.)
Gumshoe:
The shot was fired from point-blank range.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Point blank, huh? So about how far away was it?
Gumshoe:
It was anywhere between 12 to 20 inches away.
Phoenix:
And how do you know he was shot at point blank?
von Karma:
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mr. Phoenix Wright. I grow tired of the foolish foolery of the foolish fools of this foolish country...
Phoenix:
E-Excuse me!?
von Karma:
Gunpowder burn.
Phoenix:
...Gunpowder burn?
von Karma:
When something is shot from point blank, a burn area is left around the bullet hole.
Gumshoe:
Gunpowder exploding is what makes a bullet fire, and that gets real hot, pal. And there were definitely some gunpowder burns left on the victim's forehead!
Phoenix:
(Wow... Never knew that... Live and learn, I guess...)
Gumshoe:
But before the victim was shot, sir, he was stabbed in the chest.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Stabbed... And what was he stabbed with?
Gumshoe:
A fruit knife.
Judge:
I see. And whose knife was it?
Gumshoe:
It looks like it belongs to the Feys, sir. And of course, Maya Fey's fingerprints are all over it.
Judge:
Hmm... All over it, huh?
Phoenix:
(Urk. This does not look good...)
von Karma:
Ha ha ha. What will you do now, Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Gumshoe:
The wound was very severe, but not enough to cause instantaneous death.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How severe was the wound?
Gumshoe:
If it had been half an inch more to the right, it would've hit the victim's heart. After a stab like that, it's impossible to fight back, let alone stand.
Phoenix:
(This testimony makes Maya look like she had stabbed him with the intent to kill...)
Gumshoe:
The murderer used the pistol to finish the victim off after the stabbing.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure he was stabbed first, then shot?
Gumshoe:
Yup. Sure as sure can be. One look at the wounds and you'd come to the same conclusion too, pal.
von Karma:
A fool is a fool who will only listen to the foolish opinions of other foolish fools... A pistol shot to the forehead at point blank is certainly enough to kill instantly. Does it matter, then, which was first? Think a little more before you open that big mouth of yours, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(Grr... What a pain...)
Phoenix:
(Nothing sounds out of place so far... I should try to learn more about the murder weapons, for now...)
(Pressing first, second, third and fifth statements leads to:)
Judge:
That's enough! We have clearly established how the victim was murdered.
Gumshoe:
I brought the two murder weapons with me today.
Judge:
Very well. The court accepts them into evidence.
Pistol added to the Court Record.
Knife added to the Court Record.
von Karma:
The date and time of death was June 19th at 3:15 PM. Eyewitnesses claim to have heard two gunshots at this time.
Judge:
And the two murder weapons, both with the defendant's fingerprints on them...? Hmm... This does seem like an open and shut case.
von Karma:
Naturally!
Phoenix:
(This is going from bad to worse... As if the summary just now wasn't oversimplifying things to the extreme...)
von Karma:
Your Honor. Feel free to slam that little gavel of yours. After all, there is no room left for doubt, is there?
Judge:
That is quite true... Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Judge:
Even in the face of all this, do you still wish to plead "not guilty"? It's the opinion of this court that if you do not adjust your plea, you stand to lose.
von Karma:
See, just as I promised, Mr. Phoenix Wright. You would change your plea in less than ten minutes...
Judge:
What will you do, Mr. Wright? Will you change to "justified self-defense"? Because now would be the time to do so. This is your final chance.
Phoenix:
(This is a huge decision! I'd better think this through all the way!)
Plead justified self-defense
Phoenix:
(If Maya is convicted, then it's all over. I really should play it safe, and try to soften the blow...) Your Honor. The defense would like to change its plea to "justified self-defense"...
von Karma:
Hah.
Judge:
Understood. Let the record show that the defense has entered a new plea.
Phoenix:
(...There's nothing else I could do... Mia...?)
Mia:
...You already hold the key... ...If you don't believe, you cannot win...
Phoenix:
(...! If we plead "justified self-defense", we would basically be confessing to murder! After the trial, Maya's life would be destroyed, and she'll be labeled a murderer... Can I really... Can I really let that happen!?) Your Honor!
Judge:
Y-Yes?
Phoenix:
The defense... The defense retracts its previous statement. And instead, will prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that the defendant is not guilty!
Leads to:
"...You."
Plead not guilty
Phoenix:
(If we plead "justified self-defense"... we would basically be confessing to a murder! After the trial, Maya's life would be destroyed, and she'd be labeled a murderer... I can't let that happen!) Your Honor!
Judge:
Have you reached a conclusion, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
The defense will not change its plea. We will accept nothing short of complete acquittal!
Leads to:
"...You."
von Karma:
...You. You have sealed your fate, Mr. Phoenix Wright. Detective!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir!
von Karma:
Present the final portion of your testimony -- the final strike.
Gumshoe:
Um... Y-Yes... sir...
Judge:
N-Now, see here! Proceedings are run by... Eek!
von Karma:
...
Judge:
Oh, yes, of course. Go ahead Detective and give your testimony...
von Karma:
I think the court would like to hear about the other piece of incriminating evidence!
Witness Testimony
-- Incriminating Evidence --
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal but there's an even more incriminating piece of evidence.
This is the costume the defendant was wearing at the time of the crime.
As you can see, it's covered in blood.
The defendant attacked and killed a person who, without a doubt, was not fighting back.
Judge:
So this is the costume... There certainly is evidence of a back spray of blood on this.
Gumshoe:
This piece directly links Maya Fey to the crime, sir.
Judge:
I see... The court accepts this into evidence.
Maya's Costume added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Maya's fingerprints on both murder weapons and blood splatters on her clothes... Could this situation get any worse??)
von Karma:
Hah. What's wrong? You seem to be at a loss. I think this is the last piece of testimony the prosecution should have to offer. Feel free to sulk off with your tail between your legs, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(Please stop calling me by my full name. It's disturbing.)
Cross Examination
-- Incriminating Evidence --
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal but there's an even more incriminating piece of evidence.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why didn't you say so in your testimony earlier!?
Gumshoe:
Uh... You're kinda scary today, you know, pal?
Judge:
Come now, Mr. Wright... There is no need for that kind of attitude in my court...
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
A-Alright. Just, please stop glaring at me like that...
Gumshoe:
This is the costume the defendant was wearing at the time of the crime.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Maya's... costume?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. She was wearing this when we arrested her.
Phoenix:
(Maya... She's wearing her channeling costume today too... Is she not allowed to wear anything else...?)
Gumshoe:
As you can see, it's covered in blood.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
This blood on the costume...
Gumshoe:
Lab results show that it is the victim's blood.
Judge:
Hmm... So there is blood from the victim on the defendant's clothes.
Phoenix:
(Definitely not good... Urk.) Hmm, where there any other clues you could gleam from this piece of evidence?
Gumshoe:
Um, well...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
If you must change the topic, then the good detective here must testify again. But too bad. Not enough time. Time to move on.
Judge:
Ah, yes, Ms. von Karma is perfectly correct...
Phoenix:
(Grr... Now even the Judge is on her side! But if I bite off more than I can chew here... What should I do!?)
Press further
Phoenix:
(Why is Ms. von Karma suddenly putting up resistance? There must be a reason as to why she suddenly threw out an objection like that... There must be a clue somewhere on this costume! I just have to look harder!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Ms. von Karma's logic is perfect. There is no way for you to poke a hole in it.
Phoenix:
(Argh! Looks like my time is up. So, about the costume...)
There is nothing wrong.
Phoenix:
(If I pursue this and I turn up nothing, it could be disastrous...) You're right, Your Honor. There is absolutely nothing more to this.
Judge:
Good. Well, Detective, please continue with your testimony.
There is one little thing...
Phoenix:
Your Honor. Actually, there is something very wrong with this piece of evidence.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Gumshoe:
What are you talking about, pal!?
von Karma:
...
Judge:
Wh-Where is this problem you are talking about!?
Phoenix:
(I've come this far... There's no turning back now!) The problem I have with this piece of evidence is here!
Present bullet hole
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I ask the court to please take a look at the sleeve of this costume.
Judge:
The sleeve? ...! There is a tiny hole here...
Gumshoe:
..A... A hole...? But that wasn't in the report.
Judge:
Hold on! What's this around the hole? I-It smells faintly of gunpowder!
Gumshoe:
G-Gunpowder!? No one ever told me!
Judge:
A hole that smells of gunpowder...
Phoenix:
(It looks like I've found the "hole" I was looking for!) Your Honor, the only logical conclusion you can make is that it must be a bullet hole!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!! This is a very grave matter. It's best we correct the Court Record first before anything else.
Maya's Costume updated in the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
Sorry about that. I guess we messed up, sir.
von Karma:
...
Phoenix:
...! (I-Is she actually... smiling!? What else is she hiding!?)
von Karma:
Pull yourself together, Detective. That tiny "hole" doesn't change a thing. The strength of the evidence still holds. Continue with your testimony. That, just now, was a fluke. Nothing more.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
H-How can you say something like that!? This is a huge oversight!
Judge:
While I agree it is a mistake on the part of the police, what Prosecutor von Karma has said is true. The evidence still stands. If you do not find a more definitive problem with the evidence, then...
Phoenix:
No way!!
Judge:
Detective Gumshoe, please continue with your testimony.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir.
Present blood splatter
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The problem is obviously the blood splatter here!
Judge:
B-But... We've determined that the blood splatter is from the victim. Where is the problem in that?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, where, pal?
Phoenix:
Yeah... I wonder about that too...
Judge:
That last antic of yours just pushed me over the top, Mr. Wright. I am declaring that this cross-examination period is over...
Phoenix:
P-Please wait, Your Honor! (Ack! I'd better not mess up again...)
Leads back to:
"The problem I have with this piece of evidence is here!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
There is a problem... somewhere around... here!
Judge:
Wh-What does he mean, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
There's nothing wrong with it. The only thing wrong here is the defense's head.
Judge:
Well said. You certainly do take after your father!
Phoenix:
(I've just been made to look like a fool again... Alright... Focus, Phoenix!)
Leads back to:
"The problem I have with this piece of evidence is here!"
Let it go
Phoenix:
(If I pursue this and I turn up nothing, it could be disastrous...) You're right, Your Honor. There is absolutely nothing more to this.
Judge:
Good. Well, Detective, please continue with your testimony.
Press (subsequent times, after Maya's Costume is updated in the Court Record)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Alright. I'll give you that the blood spatter is from the victim, but... what is this hole in the sleeve?
Gumshoe:
Um... Sorry, pal. We must've thought it was just a tear in the seam...
Phoenix:
Missing the hole is not what I'm asking you about. I'm talking about the hole itself! The smell of gunpowder  clearly gives away that... it is a bullet hole!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
As if little things like that matter.
Phoenix:
But they do.
von Karma:
A "bullet hole" in the sleeve, blood splatter all over the costume... Neither of these things can change the fact the defendant killed the victim.
Phoenix:
(...Grr... I know there's something more to that costume.)
von Karma:
Come now Detective. You're wasting precious time.
Gumshoe:
... Yes, sir.
Gumshoe:
The defendant attacked and killed a person who, without a doubt, was not fighting back.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
He wasn't "fighting back"? How do you know if he was or wasn't!?
Gumshoe:
We could find no evidence that the victim put up any sort of struggle, pal.
Judge:
Hmm... So did the murderer have a fight with the victim, or not? Depending on this, the circumstances around this murder change drastically.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... We're in real trouble now... If only I had something to prove that the victim did fight back...)
Present Maya's Costume (after it is updated in the Court Record)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Dick Gumshoe!"
Phoenix:
(That Von Karma! She thinks she can decide the verdict with this testimony alone! I have to somehow find a critical contradiction and then I'll have her!)
Phoenix:
Detective Dick Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes? Heh, having you call me by my full name is kind of a weird feeling...
Phoenix:
You said that my client killed "a person who, without a doubt, was not fighting back."
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I did.
Phoenix:
Then what, may I ask, is the bullet hole you police overlooked supposed to mean!?
Gumshoe:
Eh, um... What does it mean?
Phoenix:
I'll tell you what it means. It means that the victim had fired off a shot. Is this what it means to "not fight back"?
Gumshoe:
A-Ah! You're right!
Judge:
It would seem that way! If the victim tried to shoot the defendant, then... It would change everything...
Phoenix:
(Alright! The wind seems to be shifting...)
von Karma:
Hah.
Phoenix:
(What is with that "are you finished yet" laugh?)
von Karma:
Are you finished yet, Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Judge:
Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
It seems... that Maya Fey was shot at by the victim. However, that is only grounds enough to support a "justified self-defense" plea.
Judge:
That is correct.
von Karma:
But I'm sure you remember, Your Honor, what the defense clearly said. They rejected "justified self-defense" and pleaded "not guilty."
Phoenix:
Ack!
Gumshoe:
Now that you...
Judge:
Why, that's right!
von Karma:
Which means! The defense has yet to prove anything at all!
Phoenix:
Nooooo!!
Judge:
W-Well... Yes, that's true...
von Karma:
Furthermore... just the fact that there is a bullet hole in the costume... is not enough to substantiate even a plea of "justified self-defense".
Judge:
Huh? How so?
Gumshoe:
Aaah!
von Karma:
Don't just stand there. Hurry up and tell the court what transpired that day. ...With the new information we acquired added in, of course.
Gumshoe:
Huh? You mean... By myself...? You want me to put together the scenario all by myself? Aah!
von Karma:
...
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir! Right away, sir!
Witness Testimony
-- What Transpired --
Gumshoe:
During the channeling, the defendant saw her chance to stab the victim in the chest.
Of course, the victim used the last of his strength to fight back, sir.
While the two were fighting, the victim took out his gun.
The victim took a shot, but because they were too close, he missed.
The defendant then picked up on the opening, took the victim's gun and ended it...
Judge:
Hmm... This scenario you have put together does make sense...
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Just by listening, it does make sense... However, I won't give up that easily!)
Judge:
P-Please refrain from glaring at me like that... Now then, your cross-examination, please.
Cross Examination
-- What Transpired --
Gumshoe:
During the channeling, the defendant saw her chance to stab the victim in the chest.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
There is quite a difference in height between Dr. Grey and the defendant. Add in body strength, and it seems unlikely the defendant could have stabbed the victim!
Gumshoe:
Now that you mention it... Yeah, I guess...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
You think you can get away with such flimsy reasoning? Mr. Phoenix Wright! Maya Fey was in the middle of channeling, was she not?
Phoenix:
...?
von Karma:
When channeling with the Kurain Channeling Technique, the medium physically changes. With the nurse's build, the defendant could have easily been a match for the doctor.
Phoenix:
(I don't believe it... She even studied up on the Kurain Channeling Technique!)
von Karma:
Like I said before... I am perfect.
Judge:
Um... Uh... About what you were talking about... I didn't quite get it...
Phoenix:
...
von Karma:
...
Judge:
Um, n-never mind. Let's continue with the testimony...
Gumshoe:
Of course, the victim used the last of his strength to fight back, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So he was stabbed, but the stab wound didn't kill him.
Gumshoe:
But if you think about the blood loss, it was pretty bad.
Phoenix:
How bad would you say it was?
Gumshoe:
Actually, I went to give blood the other day. And afterward, I felt a little lightheaded and dizzy. ...I guess the damage was maybe... about 10 times the dizziness...? Ack!
von Karma:
...
Gumshoe:
S-Sorry!
Gumshoe:
While the two were fighting, the victim took out his gun.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Where in the world did that pistol come from?
Gumshoe:
It looks like the victim, Dr. Grey had specifically bought it for that day.
Phoenix:
But a handgun...?
Gumshoe:
He got it off the black market about 2 days before the murder.
Phoenix:
(Why did Dr. Grey bring a gun...? Was he taking precautions against something...?)
Gumshoe:
The victim took a shot, but because they were too close, he missed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you're saying that the bullet hole in this costume was made then?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal, but that's what I'd think. The two of them were already fighting when a shot was fired.
Phoenix:
(Maya... I'm really glad you weren't hurt...)
von Karma:
...
Present Maya's Costume
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Missing the tiny hole on this costume..."
Gumshoe:
The defendant then picked up on the opening and took the victim's gun and ended it...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Maya has never fired a gun before in her life!
Gumshoe:
The victim had already taken off the safety. With the safety off, even an amateur like you can fire it by pulling the trigger.
Phoenix:
(Even me...? I wonder...?)
von Karma:
Now do you understand? A Von Karma's logic is perfect.
Phoenix:
(His testimony certainly makes us look very bad, but there's gotta be a contradiction in there somewhere... And uncovering it is going to uncover the truth! I can feel it!)
Phoenix:
Missing the tiny hole on this costume... will be the prosecution's undoing.
Gumshoe:
Eh? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
This little hole has actually created a huge hole in your testimony!
Judge:
E-Explain yourself, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
You said the two of them were fighting when the victim fired his gun at point blank. If that were true, then where is the gunpowder burn on this costume!?
Gumshoe:
G-Gunpowder... burn?
Phoenix:
This is what you testified earlier: "When something is shot from point blank, a burn area is left around the bullet hole."
Gumshoe:
OH!
Phoenix:
But there is not a single trace of gunpowder burn on this costume!!
Judge:
That is a very good point. And... what exactly does this mean?
Phoenix:
It means that when the shot was fired, they were standing apart from each other.
Judge:
Hmm...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
I'm disappointed, Mr. Phoenix Wright. You think you can punch a hole in my logic with that? With wishy-washy thinking like that, anyone can explain anything away!
Phoenix:
Then I implore you to disprove my line of thinking.
von Karma:
Let's see... In the middle of their fight, the victim pushed the defendant away. And it was then, when they were separated, that he fired! How was that?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
As if that was even possible. According to testimony, the wound from the stabbing was very severe. The victim would not have had the strength to push the defendant very far after that!
von Karma:
...! W-Well... Then... That's right! The defendant must have pushed the victim away! After stabbing him, she must have put some space between the doctor and herself. And then while she was preparing to strike again, the doctor took his shot. There. That sound satisfy even you.
Judge:
Hmm... That does make an awful lot of sense. What do you think, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(I must be careful. I can't afford to make a mistake here! Concentrate and think!)
It makes sense.
Phoenix:
(Ack, it's no good. I can't find a "hole" in her logic at all this time...) I admit it. Somehow, your reasoning makes logical sense.
von Karma:
That's it. That's exactly what I wanted to hear from you, Mr. Phoenix Wright! Drat. It's 11:00 AM. I've already missed my morning tea. ...However. At least we were able to arrive at a conclusion.
Judge:
Hmm... It does look that way.
Phoenix:
(...Oh boy... If I don't do something soon, it'll be curtains for Maya...)
Judge:
Well then, I think we can...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please... Wait!
Judge:
Who was that? Mr. Wright? Please refrain from making unnecessary outbursts!
Phoenix:
(I don't care how, but I must find something to go on in Von Karma's explanation!)
Leads to:
"There is a fatal flaw in her argument, Your Honor!"
Something doesn't make sense.
Leads to:
"There is a fatal flaw in her argument, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
There is a fatal flaw in her argument, Your Honor!
Gumshoe:
Fatal...?
Judge:
Flaw...!? Yeow!
von Karma:
Very interesting. I would love to see where this "flaw" is! Show me something that contradicts my explanation!
Phoenix:
(There has to be a snag in her explanation somewhere! "She put some distance between them before rushing to make the final blow. And when she was about to strike, the doctor took his shot." There must be a piece of evidence that contradicts this line of thinking!)
Present Folding Screen
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the piece of evidence that destroys your logic."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Take a look at this!
Gumshoe:
Why are you showing this to me, pal?
Phoenix:
Prosecutor von Karma's explanation and this piece of evidence...
Gumshoe:
...Do not contradict!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Gumshoe:
Haha, looks like you need to use your brain a little more, pal.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Being lectured by Gumshoe, of all people, is so embarrassing...)
Gumshoe:
Come on! Hurry up and get that thinking cap on!
Leads back to:
"(There has to be a snag in her explanation somewhere!)"
Phoenix:
This is the piece of evidence that destroys your logic.
Judge:
What is that? A folding screen?
Phoenix:
I would like to point the court's attention to the "hole" in this folding screen.
von Karma:
Aaah!
Phoenix:
It looks like you already know what I'm talking about.
Gumshoe:
Who? Where? What?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Your explanation, please!
Phoenix:
(Are these two really that clueless...?) The bullet went through the defendant's sleeve first, then the folding screen. It passed through at a height of approximately 8 inches off the ground... Which means! When the shot was fired, Maya... I mean, the defendant, was not getting ready to strike, but was actually squatting low to the ground!
Judge:
Order! Order! Th-This changes everything!
Phoenix:
Please look at this diagram of the crime scene. The victim, Dr. Grey was here when he fired the shot. And the bullet hit this folding screen. It hit at this location, about 8 inches off the ground. At this time, the defendant was in this area.
Present area next to the bullet hole
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"She was standing here, near the folding screen!"
Present area behind the folding screen
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here!
Judge:
Behind the folding screen...?
Phoenix:
Ack!
von Karma:
The victim and his attacker were fighting, were they not? Then what would the attacker be doing all the way back there!?
Phoenix:
Um...
von Karma:
Besides which, if the attacker was behind the folding screen, then how could the victim even know where to shoot? It's obviously impossible!
Phoenix:
... Yeah, I guess so...
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Boy, did I just screw up royally... What's done is done. For now, I should focus on where Maya was at the time of the crime.)
Leads back to:
"At this time, the defendant was in this area."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Somewhere around here!
Judge:
...?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. The judge's face is scrunched like he just smelled some serious bad breath...) Uhh... Um... That is, I mean...
Judge:
Wait! I just realized I forgot to brush this morning... Excuse me while I freshen up.
Phoenix:
Uh, sure...
Judge:
In the meantime, I want you to think things through again, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Ah, of course... Whoops... What's done is done. For now, I should focus on where Maya was at the time of the crime.)
Leads back to:
"At this time, the defendant was in this area."
Phoenix:
She was standing here, near the folding screen!
von Karma:
W-Wait a second! We know the defendant was close to the ground based on the height of the bullet hole. But... How can you gauge the distance from that!? Isn't it possible that the defendant was standing much closer to the victim?
Phoenix:
That's impossible.
von Karma:
B-But why!?
Phoenix:
You, of all people, should know the answer to that question, Ms. von Karma. If she were shot from somewhere closer, there would be gunpowder burns present. However! There is nothing of the sort around the bullet hole of this costume!
von Karma:
Aaaaaah! C-Curse you, Mr. Phoenix Wright! You...!
Judge:
Hmm... I believe it has now been proven that the defendant was standing a ways from the victim when she was shot at. But do you think this has changed the defendant's situation...?
It doesn't change anything.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, even with that explanation, it feels like nothing has changed... But I can't give up just yet!)
Leads to:
"Honestly, Your Honor! This changes everything!"
It changes everything.
Leads to:
"Honestly, Your Honor! This changes everything!"
Phoenix:
Honestly, Your Honor! This changes everything! The prosecution has claimed that the defendant was aiming to kill by stabbing. If that were true, delivering the final strike with the knife would be ideal. However! Where and what was the defendant doing at the time...?
Gumshoe:
...Squatting all the way by the folding screen...?
Phoenix:
Exactly. If Maya Fey was the real murderer, why would she be by the folding screen instead of preparing to strike?
von Karma:
Nnngh...
Judge:
Upon further consideration, it does make very little sense.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I figured there had to be a reason.
Phoenix:
Figuring things out and proving the logic behind everything is YOUR job!
Gumshoe:
Oof...
Phoenix:
(Alright! With this, the rest of the trial should be in the b--)
von Karma:
...
Phoenix:
(...blast radius of disaster.)
von Karma:
You are such a smart man, Mr. Phoenix Wright. To think that you've been able to take a completely hopeless case to this point... Now I know why papa had a tough time with you. Mmm, you amuse me...
Phoenix:
(Uuugh. Of all the things to inherit, why did it have to be that smarmy smile!?)
von Karma:
Detective. How dare you damage my perfect logic!?
Gumshoe:
H-Huh!?... How is it all my fault??
von Karma:
You can start repairing your standing by first removing that three-strand "goatee". Oh, and rest assured your punishment will come later.
Gumshoe:
...P-Punishment...
von Karma:
Well then, Your Honor, I think I've had all I can take of this Detective's face. I think it's time to call in the next witness.
Phoenix:
(Next witness...? That's gotta be Lotta!)
Judge:
Very well. The court will take a 5 minute recess. After we reconvene, we will hear from the next witness.
To be continued.
June 21, 11:37 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Phoenix:
Phew, that was a close one.
Maya:
I know you were giving it your all to defend me. But I could feel the death penalty hanging in the air...
Phoenix:
I felt like I was pretty close to dying myself...
Pearl:
But you were wonderful out there. You listened carefully, made theories, and tricked everyone into believing you.
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks. Wait... Tricked??
Pearl:
That must be the "lawyer's" secret technique, right?
Maya:
By the way... Is the next witness who I think it is...?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's Lotta Hart.
Maya:
Oh... Another jam, like always... Remember, Nick! You promised you'd save me! If you lose, my ghost will come after you with my sis', and we'll haunt you!
Pearl:
Your sister...? Um, are you talking about Mystic Mia?
Maya:
Yeah. Do you remember her, Pearly? My sister was a super good lawyer! She was also Nick's teacher.
Pearl:
...Oh, I didn't know that...
June 21, 11:43 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court will now reconvene. Now, the first order of... Oww!
von Karma:
I don't want to hear it, old man. After I call my witness, sit there quietly and watch like a good little boy.
Judge:
Y-Yes, sir.
von Karma:
Bring in the photographer who witnessed the channeling!
von Karma:
Witness. Your name and occupation, if you please.
Lotta:
Hey, Phoenix! How ya doin'?
Phoenix:
Just fine...
Lotta:
Sorry 'bout this. Didn't exactly have a choice, ya know...? Yeowza!
von Karma:
Name and occupation.
Lotta:
I-I declare! What in tarnation!? Hey, Judge! This here is violence against my fair self!
Judge:
That's fine.
Lotta:
"That's fine!?" That ain't fine!! That's a whip! Eaaah!
von Karma:
There's no need for foolish outcries from foolishly foolish fools. Just hurry up and testify about what happened on the day of the murder.
Lotta:
I haven't even gotten to say my name and job yet...
von Karma:
...
Lotta:
The name's Lotta Hart, paranormal photographer, and I'm here to testify!
Judge:
Now, now, let's all be one big happy family... OK...?
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
Lotta:
Only the Doc and the defendant went into the Channelin' Chamber.
We were waitin' outside the door and then, "bang!" we hear this gunshot!
Mr. Lawyer there broke the door down, and we rushed into the room.
Inside was the dead victim, and the defendant, wavin' a pistol around.
I swear, other than those two, there was no one else in the room.
Judge:
And did you take a picture of the scene right after the murder took place?
Lotta:
Reckon course!
Phoenix:
Eh? ...Excuse me?
Lotta:
Reckon course! It's short for "Ya reckon!? Of course I did!" Aah!
von Karma:
Does it look like I care? Just hurry up and show your picture to the court.
Phoenix:
(The moment of truth. What will be in that picture?)
Lotta:
Umm, let's see here... This here's the picture!
Judge:
Hmm... It would certainly seem that only the defendant and the victim were in that room.
Lotta's Photo added to the Court Record.
von Karma:
Are you ready, Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
(I will clear all doubt about Maya through this cross-examination... Just watch me!)
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
Lotta:
Only the Doc and the defendant went into the Channelin' Chamber.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was it really only those two that went in!?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
What are you blabbering about!? You were there too, were you not!?
Phoenix:
Urk.
von Karma:
Why don't you answer that yourself? Was it really just the two of them?
Phoenix:
...Yes. Dr. Grey and Maya were the only two who went into the room...
Judge:
H-Hold on! We can't have the defense testifying against its own client!
Lotta:
Anyway, folks, only the two of 'em went into the Channeling Chamber, ya hear?
von Karma:
But you knew that from the very beginning, didn't you? ...Witness, continue.
Lotta:
We were waitin' outside the door and then, "bang!" we hear this gunshot!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was it really a gunshot!?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Are you insane!? You must have heard it as well!
Phoenix:
Urk.
von Karma:
Why don't you testify for the court, Mr. Phoenix Wright? Was it really a gunshot?
Phoenix:
...Yes. I think it was something that sounded like a gunshot...
Judge:
And why are we here listening to the defense testify!?
Phoenix:
(...And the world becomes just a little crueler...)
Lotta:
I heard a gunshot a long time ago, so I know. And I tell ya that was a gunshot I heard. Now, this -- this is where the story heats up!
Lotta:
Mr. Lawyer there broke the door down, and we rushed into the room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, let me get this straight! This "Mr. Lawyer there" broke the door down!?
von Karma:
Honestly, Mr. Phoenix Wright. Why don't you tell us what happened, then?
Phoenix:
Um... Yes, Ms. von Karma... I broke the door down. Sorry. (Why does this feel like an inquisition?)
Lotta:
No need for apologizin'! That was great! You're a real man!
Judge:
Oh, really? That's something I would've liked to see.
Phoenix:
(The judge is smiling rather openly. I'll take that as a  good sign...)
von Karma:
And? What did you see once you broke in?
Lotta:
Inside was the dead victim, and the defendant, wavin' a pistol around.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure it was the defendant, Maya Fey!?
Lotta:
Sure, I'm sure!
Phoenix:
(Lotta seems awful confident in her testimony...)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Lotta! Please, think back to that day one more time.
Lotta:
Wh-Whatcha getting' at?
Phoenix:
Remember what you said when we broke into the room...?
???:
...I was... murdered...
*klik*
Phoenix:
Lotta! At a time like this!?
Lotta:
Times like this are perfect for snapping up shots! But anyway... what's going on here!? This gal... Is she... ...Maya!?
Phoenix:
When you saw the murderer at that time, you couldn't even tell if it was Maya Fey or not! Am I correct!?
Lotta:
Ah, um, well, ya see...
Judge:
Order! Ms. Hart! You are here to present accurate testimony!
Lotta:
Yeah, ah, s-sorry.
Phoenix:
(Good. This shifts things back to my side...)
von Karma:
For a defense lawyer, your defense is terribly lacking, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
!
von Karma:
Witness. Think back to when those two entered the Channeling Chamber.
Lotta:
When they entered...?
von Karma:
One of those people that entered the chamber was Maya Fey, correct?
Lotta:
Yeah, that's right!
Phoenix:
(Yeah... It was Maya that went in.)
Judge:
Hmm... It looks like we've come to a collective conclusion. The person in this picture is most certainly Maya Fey.
von Karma:
Exactly.
Phoenix:
(Rats! And I'm trapped like one... Again!)
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(Even I can see that any normal person would know who that was. It's no good. I shouldn't push my luck on this...)
Lotta:
I swear, other than those two, there was no one else in the room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely certain of that!?
Lotta:
Sure am! But that old witch chased us out of the room, so...
Phoenix:
("Old witch"? Does she mean Morgan Fey?)
Lotta:
But there was no one else in there, and you know it!
Phoenix:
(The Channeling Chamber was very dark, almost pitch black... Was there really no one else in there? What about...?)
behind the folding screen?
Phoenix:
What about... behind the folding screen? Did you check back there?
Lotta:
Reckgiven!
Phoenix:
Huh? What in the...?
Lotta:
Reckgiven! Ya know! "Ya reckon!? That's a given!" I took me a good look around the room once! There ain't no way anyone was hangin' out behind that foldin' screen!
Judge:
Hmm... If I may have a word with you, Ms. Hart...
Lotta:
Wh-What? Ya got a problem!?
Judge:
Reckgiven!... I mean, I am having a little difficulty in understanding you. If you would stop saying such things as "Reckongiven" and so forth... Aah!
von Karma:
Now then, Mr. Phoenix Wright, do you see a problem with the testimony or don't you?
behind the door?
Phoenix:
What about... behind the door? Did you check there?
Lotta:
What do I look like to you? I wasn't born yesterday, ya know! First off, the one that bust that door open was you! With the way ya slammed that door, anyone standin' behind it woulda had more face and less nose, free of charge!
von Karma:
In any case, there was no one standing behind the door.
Phoenix:
(She actually had the police investigate that too!?)
under the flooring?
Phoenix:
What about... under the flooring? Did you check there?
Lotta:
I ain't no ignoramus to make it out here!
Phoenix:
Huh?... Wh-What are you talking about?
Lotta:
Don't "what are ya talkin' about" me! Under the floorin'? C'mon!, even a bug wouldn't crawl under that!
von Karma:
Sorry to disappoint, but there was no secret passageway under the flooring.
Phoenix:
(Oh... Yeah, that was a bit far-fetched, huh...?)
Phoenix:
(Argh! Her story adds up... What's worse is that I was there at the scene of the crime at that time too, and her story is exactly how I would have told it...)
(Pressing all statements leads to:)
Phoenix:
(Argh! Just as I thought, there is nothing wrong with her testimony! I was with her, so I know she's telling the truth...)
Judge:
Enough. It seems that there are no issues with Ms. Hart's testimony.
von Karma:
At the time of the crime, only two people were in the Channeling Chamber: the victim, Dr. Turner Grey, and the defendant, Maya Fey.
Judge:
Hmm... The face of the defendant can not be verified in this picture. However, if we think about the circumstances, it would have to be the defendant.
Phoenix:
(What am I going to do!? If I just let this go...)
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Wright? You look as if you have something to say...
Phoenix:
(If I make one wrong move, I'm going to have the judge against me... Is there anything I can present that would prove it's not Maya in that photo?)
Present evidence
Phoenix:
Your Honor!
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
It is possible that the person in this photo is not the defendant!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-What!? Do you know what you are proposing!?
Lotta:
Y-Y-Yeah! That's just plain fool's talk!
Phoenix:
(Thanks guys. Your show of support was just great...)
von Karma:
...
Judge:
...Now, then, Mr. Wright. Please show the court some proof. Prove to this court that the person in this photo is not Maya Fey!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here is your proof!"
Phoenix:
Here is your proof!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
...
Phoenix:
Is there a problem?
von Karma:
Oh, no. I thought I would work on my inflections. Just wondering what an "Objection!" with a twist of "You're wrong!" sounds like.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I'm sorry, but I don't follow your logic.
Phoenix:
(Shoot. I guess I wasn't showing enough confidence...)
Present another piece
Leads back to:
"...Now, then, Mr. Wright. Please show the court some proof."
Give up
Leads to:
"Well, Mr. Wright?"
Can't present anything yet
Leads to:
"Well, Mr. Wright?"
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Nothing, Your Honor...
von Karma:
That's very smart of you, Mr. Phoenix Wright. You really should give up trying to prove this is not Maya Fey.
Phoenix:
(I didn't say anything about giving up! I just don't have the right piece of evidence to prove my argument...)
Judge:
That's enough!
Phoenix:
(I-Is this it...? Is this all I could do...?)
Judge:
I think it is quite obvious to this court that a verdict of not guilty is not possible.
von Karma:
I told you. Totally, 100% impossible.
Judge:
Ms. von Karma, do you have any further questions for this witness?
von Karma:
Having established the defendant's guilt, further questioning won't be needed.
Judge:
What about the defense? No further questions, I presume?
Phoenix:
(I... I couldn't protect Maya...) The defense... The defense...
...Phoenix... ...Phoenix, you can't make that kind of face... ...A lawyer is someone who smiles... no matter how bad it gets!...
Phoenix:
M-Mia!
Mia:
I guess I made it just in time, wouldn't you say?
Phoenix:
Y-You... But... P-Pearls!
Mia:
Her clothes ARE a bit small... Anyway, what are you waiting for, Phoenix!? Let's go!
Phoenix:
B-But how!? She's already taken away every advantage!
Mia:
The advantage is still in your hand! Think carefully, one more time, about what you saw in the Channeling Chamber. Do you remember what you told me yesterday?
Phoenix:
D-Dr. Grey!!
*klik*
???:
...I was... murdered...
Phoenix:
W-What!?
*klik*
Phoenix:
Lotta! At a time like this!?
Lotta:
Times like this are perfect for snapping up shots!
Mia:
You see... There is one final piece of the puzzle.
Phoenix:
Mia...?
Mia:
Question Lotta one more time, Phoenix. I don't know if she's doing it subconsciously or on purpose, but... she's not testifying truthfully.
Judge:
Now then, this court would like to end the cross-examination period.
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Please wait, Your Honor! The defense would like to request that the witness testify one more time.
Judge:
Overruled. I'm afraid you're too late, Mr. Wright. The cross-examination has already ended. Furthermore, any unrelated ques-
von Karma:
It's fine. I'll allow another testimony. A Von Karma's case is perfect. Absolutely flawless. And what better time than this for you to see that.
Judge:
B-But... I mean... I have some place I must go after this... Mmph! A-Al-Alright! I'll allow it! Ms. Hart! Hurry and give us another testimony!
Lotta:
Well... heck... What am I supposed to talk about?
Phoenix:
Please tell us once more what happened when you burst into the Channeling Chamber.
Lotta:
OK! You got it!
Mia:
See, you got through to the judge somehow, right?
Phoenix:
(Well, actually it was Von Karma's whip that got through to him...)
Witness Testimony
-- Witness' Account, Pt.2 --
Lotta:
When we broke into that room, all I could focus on was Maya.
I was... uh, kinda scared of the dead body, so I didn't take a good look at it.
I'm really bad when it comes to blood and ghosts and stuff.
But I still managed to point my camera at Maya and take a shot!
Judge:
Nothing sounds different from before...
Phoenix:
(Some parts of her testimony were very vague. I should press her on those sections!)
von Karma:
Struggle all you like as you taste the bitterness of your defeat. Well, amuse me with your useless questions, Mr. Phoenix Wright. I'm waiting...
Cross Examination
-- Witness' Account, Pt.2 --
Lotta:
When we broke into that room, all I could focus on was Maya.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, what did she look like?
Lotta:
Ya know, she looked almost like a different person.
Judge:
A... A different person?
von Karma:
She may have seemed like a different person, however, she was still Maya Fey. We have already made that point abundantly clear!
Judge:
Yes, that is true... Well, then, Ms. Hart. Did you happen to see anything else?
Lotta:
I was... uh, kinda scared of the dead body, so I didn't take a good look at it.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Then perhaps that body was not Dr. Grey's at all!
Lotta:
Eh!? W-Well... I reckon that's possible...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
If the body inside that room was not that of Dr. Grey, then whose body was it, Mr. Phoenix Wright!?
Phoenix:
Well, what if it was that of Maya Fey after the channeling? Or maybe -- Oww!
von Karma:
Foolish fool spouting foolish foolishness, just as I expect of a foolish fool such as you. If that were the case, then that would mean that Maya Fey is, in fact, dead. And that would make the defendant's chair quite a lonely place, wouldn't it!?
Phoenix:
(Urk... Sorry, Maya...)
Lotta:
Are y'all done here? Can I continue?
Lotta:
I'm really bad when it comes to blood and ghosts and stuff.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And even knowing that, you still persist in being a paranormal photographer?
Lotta:
That's why I'm getting out of this here business. This gal's gonna get the dirt on the stars and be a tabloid photographer from now on!
Phoenix:
(She goes through jobs faster than a baby through diapers.) Wah!
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright. Would it kill you to stay on topic for a change?
Judge:
Well? Would it, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Nice, tag-teamed in stereo. Guess I should be grateful it's not in 5.1...)
Lotta:
But I still managed to point my camera at Maya and take a shot!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Two, right?"
Mia:
There must be something we can use in her testimony just now. We must find it! At all costs...
Phoenix:
Two, right?
Lotta:
T-Two what?
Phoenix:
Two shots. You took two shots.
Judge:
But... Only one has been submitted as evidence!
Phoenix:
Ms. Hart! Where is the other picture you have been withholding!?
Lotta:
No, no, no! You've got it all wrong! It's not me! I-I didn't mean anything bad! I know I can be a little mean, but I ain't evil!
Phoenix:
(Well, at least she knows herself...)
Judge:
Then why have you not shown this "other picture" to this court yet?
Lotta:
Well, ain't it obvious!? That prosecutor woman told me to shut my trap about it!
Phoenix:
W-What!? V... Von Karma!!
Judge:
M-M-Ms. von Karma! Y-Y-You... You're hiding critical evidence...!
von Karma:
...
Phoenix:
(Unforgivable, von Karma. Suppressing evidence like this... You're as bad as your father!)
Confront Franziska
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense asks that Prosecutor von Karma be held in contempt of court!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, yes...
von Karma:
Me? In contempt of court!? You can't be serious.
Phoenix:
But... But you hid evidence from the court... On purpose! That's... That's... That's not fair!
Mia:
P-Phoenix!! Are you a lawyer or a school child?
Phoenix:
(Ack! I was so angry I lost my composure...)
Leads to:
"Ms. von Karma. Would you care to explain yourself to this court?"
Leave it to the Judge
Phoenix:
(...Argh! I'm so mad that even my throat's clenching up! I'd better let the Judge handle this...)
Leads to:
"Ms. von Karma. Would you care to explain yourself to this court?"
Judge:
Ms. von Karma. Would you care to explain yourself to this court?
von Karma:
I thought this picture was not important, and thus, felt no need to submit it. That's all.
Phoenix:
H-How could you think...!?
von Karma:
The pictures were more or less the same, so why bother with the second? I mean, it's just so much more trouble than it's worth for me to submit this as evidence.
Phoenix:
"M-More trouble that [sic] it's worth!?" How... How can you say that!?
von Karma:
If you want to see it that badly, I'll submit it.
Lotta's Photo 2 added to the Court Record.
Judge:
... Wh-What is...? What is this picture!?
von Karma:
It's obviously the second picture the witness took that day at the scene of the crime. Well, it's a little off center. But that's what you get with a nervous amateur.
Judge:
Well, I think the important point here is the person in this picture! This is most definitely NOT Maya Fey! What is the meaning of this!?
Phoenix:
(This might be the break I was looking for... Now, should I or should I not insist that the person in this picture is not Maya?)
Drop the issue
Phoenix:
... (It's no good. We've been through this so many times...)
Judge:
This is not like you, Mr. Wright! Why are you not objecting!? The person in this photo is clearly not the defendant and yet...
von Karma:
Ha ha ha... There is no way he can raise an objection and hope to live.
Judge:
Explain yourself!
Leads to:
"Your Honor. I would like for you to take a look at this picture."
Insist it's not Maya
Phoenix:
Your Honor! As you can plainly see, the person in the picture is not Maya Fey!
Judge:
Y-Yes, I see that... It's not just her face! Her whole body has taken on a different appearance!
Phoenix:
There is only one conclusion that can be drawn, then. That somehow, this other person snuck in and traded places with the defendant!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!! Well, yes, I believe you are correct, Mr. Wright! The person who was inside the Channeling Chamber was not Maya Fey!
Phoenix:
Mia! We did it!
Mia:
...You're too soft.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
You're softer than Aunt Morgan's strawberry desserts, Phoenix. Take a look at Prosecutor von Karma's face.
Phoenix:
(S-She's... smiling...!?)
von Karma:
I think you had better continue to worry, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Judge:
M-Ms. von Karma! What do you mean by that?
Leads to:
"Your Honor. I would like for you to take a look at this picture."
von Karma:
Your Honor. I would like for you to take a look at this picture. This was taken yesterday at the Detention Center's Visitor's Room. This is Mr. Phoenix Wright and the defendant, Maya Fey during his visit...
Judge:
Maya Fey? But... Isn't this a totally different person!?
von Karma:
She looks this way because she is obviously in the middle of channeling a spirit!
Judge:
It's unbelievable... That she can...
von Karma:
However, it is true. When Maya Fey is in that state, she physically changes into the person she's calling!
Judge:
...
Mia:
I wonder if she knows what she's doing...
Phoenix:
(M-Mia!)
Mia:
Taking pictures of someone during a private visit is illegal. That picture can't be submitted as evidence.
von Karma:
... Obviously, this picture is illegal. But I never intended to submit it as evidence in the first place!
Phoenix:
(Wh-What is she...?)
von Karma:
From the moment I showed this picture to the court, this case became all mine. After all, this image has now been forever burned into the judge's mind.
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
(I... I don't have even a single witty line...)
Mia:
It looks like we've been had.
Judge:
I don't claim to understand this, and I still cannot believe it... Are you saying that this person... this person is the defendant, Maya Fey!?
Phoenix:
(If I give up here, the trial will end! But... If I slip up and say something wrong, it will cost me... Is there any way I can prove that the person in this picture is not Maya!?)
I can't prove it.
Phoenix:
(It's no good! My argument doesn't hold any water!)
Judge:
I see the defense is staying silent on this one.
Phoenix:
...Yes... Your Honor...
von Karma:
And to think. I even gave you this chance to prove your point for free. But you couldn't even point yourself out in a line-up!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes... Well, then. I believe we have reached a conclusion.
Mia:
Phoenix!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Mia:
You can't give up! Please, for me? Take a look at the Court Record again and try to find some way out of this jam!
Phoenix:
Yeah... Some way...
Mia:
The judge is about to close the trial. You can't let that happen!
Phoenix:
(Argh... It's come down to this!) Your Honor! Within this picture lies a critical contradiction to all the testimony up until now.
Judge:
What is it, now, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
Please! Please let me explain!
Leads to:
"So, you think you've spotted a problem with this picture? Then earn your keep."
I can prove it.
Phoenix:
Your Honor!
Judge:
Oh! The fire has returned to your eyes, I see.
Phoenix:
This picture... Within this picture lies a critical contradiction to all the testimony up until now.
Judge:
A contradiction!?
Leads to:
"So, you think you've spotted a problem with this picture? Then earn your keep."
von Karma:
So, you think you've spotted a problem with this picture? Then earn your keep. Why don't you point out exactly what is so strange in this picture for the court?
Present left sleeve
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Please direct your attention here!"
Present face
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Please direct your attention here!
Judge:
...T-To her... face?
Phoenix:
With your own two eyes, you can clearly see that this face does not belong to Maya Fey!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Fool! Do you even know what you're talking about anymore!?
Phoenix:
AAAH! THAT HURT!
von Karma:
Didn't we just finish discussing that her appearance changes during channeling!?
Lotta:
I know you ain't no dummy, so don't think yer foolin' no one here!
Judge:
There is a limit to everything, Mr. Wright. And that includes patience!
Mia:
Phoenix! You have to think before you speak! You can't just blurt out any old thing.
Maya:
...Nick! You're supposed to be helping me!
Phoenix:
(*cringe* Even Maya's mad at me now... I have to focus!)
Leads back to:
"So, you think you've spotted a problem with this picture? Then earn your keep."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The contradiction lies... Here!
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure of yourself, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Excuse me, but can you really tell me how much confidence I have in this!?
von Karma:
Hmph! What is with that attitude!?
Phoenix:
AAAH! THAT HURT!
von Karma:
Didn't we just finish discussing that her appearance changes during channeling!?
Lotta:
I know you ain't no dummy, so don't think yer foolin' no one here!
Judge:
There is a limit to everything, Mr. Wright. And that includes patience!
Mia:
Phoenix! You have to think before you speak! You can't just blurt out any old thing.
Maya:
...Nick! You're supposed to be helping me!
Phoenix:
(*cringe* Even Maya's mad at me now... I have to focus!)
Leads back to:
"So, you think you've spotted a problem with this picture? Then earn your keep."
Phoenix:
Please direct your attention here!
Judge:
...T-To the sleeve? But... But there isn't anything odd about it...
Phoenix:
And that is exactly what is so odd. Something that should be there is suddenly missing.
von Karma:
"Should be there"...? Aaaaah!
Phoenix:
There was a bullet hole in the sleeve of the defendant's costume! If that's the case, then it should be in this picture as well!
Judge:
Ms. von Karma!! Y-You... You intended to hide this valuable piece of evidence!?
von Karma:
...
Judge:
You will most certainly be assigned a penalty for this!
Phoenix:
(Alright. This should do some major damage to her argument...)
Mia:
Don't celebrate yet.
Phoenix:
You like to bring down the mood, don't you?
Mia:
Take a look at Ms. von Karma's face.
Phoenix:
(Argh! She's got that condescending grin plastered all over her face again.)
von Karma:
...Tsk, tsk, jumping the gun again, I see. Your Honor! I would like to extend an apology on behalf of those incompetent fools.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean? And what "incompetent fools"...?
von Karma:
If those fools down at the precinct hadn't missed the bullet hole, I would have gotten a report about it. As I didn't, I could not have known that this picture was of any value to this case.
Judge:
Hmm, I see...
Phoenix:
(She's lying through her teeth! I know it! That woman knew about everything! The bullet hole, the picture -- everything!)
Mia:
But you can't prove that. Franziska von Karma's idea of a "perfect case" is quite fascinating, don't you think?
von Karma:
Your Honor. You need not worry. If you must assign a penalty, I'll personally make sure that detective gets what's coming. I'm sure there will be a great gnashing of teeth at the next salary discussion.
Phoenix:
(Poor Gumshoe...)
Judge:
In any case, this is a very big problem! When the defendant was taken into custody, her costume had a bullet hole in its sleeve. However, from this photo, it would appear that right after the shooting, there was none!
von Karma:
...
Mia:
The judge is confused by this strange twist of events. This is your chance, Phoenix! Load all you've got into this one shot, alright!?
Phoenix:
Got it! (Watch this, Maya!) Your Honor! There is only one logical explanation for the contradiction!
This picture is a fake.
Phoenix:
The fact that the defendant's costume has a bullet hole in its sleeve is a fact! Which can only mean one thing. That this picture is a fake!
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Lotta:
Hey! You callin' me a forger now!?
Phoenix:
Well, no, not you exactly... Well, not per se...
Lotta:
Oh no ya don't! Don't you be scratchin' yer head with that goofy smile like some monkey! Now, why do ya think I'd do somethin' that nasty!? C'mon now!
Mia:
Phoenix! Use your brain for a change!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry, Chief...
Leads back to:
"There is only one logical explanation for the contradiction!"
The bullet hole was made later.
Phoenix:
There is only one explanation for why there is no hole in the sleeve in the picture! The hole was created much later, after the murder took place!
Judge:
A-After the murder!?
Lotta:
Hey! Those two gunshots we heard were before we broke in, or did ya forget!?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I-Is that how it went?
von Karma:
The pistol fired only two shots. No more, no less.
Judge:
You do know how to count, right?
Mia:
Phoenix! What are you doing!? Try it one more time!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Chief...
Leads back to:
"There is only one logical explanation for the contradiction!"
The shooter is someone else.
Leads to:
"The defendant's sleeve had a bullet hole in it."
Phoenix:
The defendant's sleeve had a bullet hole in it. However, this person clearly does not. There can be only one explanation. The person who shot Dr. Grey was not the defendant, but a different person altogether!
von Karma:
Wha-Whaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! If order is not restored, I will suspend this trial! Oww!
Phoenix:
Aah!
Lotta:
Why me!?
von Karma:
The defense's... The defense's argument is a complete mess!
Phoenix:
A complete mess? I fail to see how! Please, enlighten us.
von Karma:
Hey, witness!
Lotta:
Aah! What the heck!? Is that any way to ask a gal a favor!?
von Karma:
Be quiet you! You were the one who said it was only the two of them when you entered the room!
Lotta:
Well, ya know...
von Karma:
If you were lying, I swear that my whip will be the last thing you see!
Lotta:
L-Look, sis... You're lookin' mighty scary so why don't we say you... Waah! I-I swear! I wasn't lyin' or nothin'! There wasn't anyone else in there! Honest!
von Karma:
You see! Now riddle me this, Mr. Phoenix Wright!? Where did the defendant vanish to!? And where did this other woman appear from!?
Phoenix:
Umm... (Why is it lately, all I want to do is cry...?)
Judge:
Well, if the person in this picture is not the defendant, then this poses 2 very big questions. First, where did the defendant vanish to, and second, where did this person come from?
von Karma:
That's right! Now hurry up and answer, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Mia:
Come on! You can't fall apart here, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(I can't believe that even Mia's calling me by my full name... But... I mean... How am I supposed to prove something like this!?)
von Karma:
Had enough yet, Mr. Phoenix Wright? Or do you think you have enough in you to turn things around even now!?
Phoenix:
(To "turn things around"... That's right. Mia would always turn things around and change her perspective!)
Mia:
Phoenix...?
Phoenix:
(So, where did this intruder appear from, and where did Maya disappear to? I need to look at this situation from a different angle! Let's see... What if before we broke in, the third person was already in the room... And what if Maya had left that room somehow... If I could prove that either one of those conditions were true...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Let's hear what you've come up with.
Phoenix:
I think what happened before we forced our way into the Channeling Chamber is...
a 3rd person had entered it.
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I would like to present some evidence! I have proof that there was someone else in the room before the murder took place!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Please take a good look at this!"
Phoenix:
Please take a good look at this!
Judge:
...Okay...
von Karma:
I've already seen it.
Phoenix:
Thank you.
Judge:
And? What is the purpose of this item?
Phoenix:
Don't you see, Your Honor?
von Karma:
I don't think you actually see what you are doing.
Phoenix:
... *sigh*
Judge:
I think it is the court that should be sighing at you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ouch, that stung...)
Present another piece
Leads back to:
"Your Honor! I would like to present some evidence!"
Think it over again
Phoenix:
(I think the way I'm going about this is all wrong... I have to start over and try to think about things in a different manner...)
Leads back to:
"(What if before we broke in, the third person was already in the room...)"
Maya had left the room.
Phoenix:
Maya had left the Channeling Chamber at some point! And the defense can prove this!
von Karma:
Oh, how a foolish fool makes a foolish face while dreaming foolishly foolish dreams. Maya Fey was being looked after by her aunt, Morgan Fey. The chances of her leaving the crime scene is lower than that Detective's salary!
Judge:
Anyway, let's see some evidence. Prove that from the murder until the time of arrest, the defendant had left the room.
Present Black Key
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Hart. Do you remember this key?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
The evidence you're looking for is... this?
Judge:
...
Lotta:
Why the heck is there a "?" at the end there for!?
Phoenix:
Well, actually, I'm not really sure about this evidence, you know...?
Judge:
Next time, only present evidence you actually do have faith in.
Phoenix:
(Oww... That burned...)
Present another piece
Leads back to:
"Anyway, let's see some evidence."
Think it over again
Phoenix:
(I think the way I'm going about this is all wrong... I have to start over and try to think about things in a different manner...)
Leads back to:
"What if before we broke in, the third person was already in the room..."
something I can't explain yet.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but I simply can't.
von Karma:
Y-You see!? And the reason is quite simple. Because there is no explanation. That's why!
Judge:
Hmm... As I thought. Another big waste of this court's time.
Mia:
Phoenix! You can't just give up like that!
Phoenix:
But Mia!
Mia:
Rethink things one more time! There has to be an explanation!
von Karma:
I'm already "perfect". So of course, my conclusions are also "perfect".
Phoenix:
(Grr... Alright, Wright. Calm down and let's try this one more time!)
Leads back to:
"What if before we broke in, the third person was already in the room..."
Phoenix:
Ms. Hart. Do you remember this key?
Lotta:
Um... Well, I've seen it... Hey! That's the Channeling Chamber key, right? Before the channeling started, Maya locked the door from the inside with that...
von Karma:
The defendant herself locked the door...?
Lotta:
Yeah! That's why we all couldn't get the door open. That key's the only one of its kind, after all.
Judge:
Oh... One of a kind, you say?
von Karma:
...! Wait... Mr. Phoenix Wright...
Phoenix:
Yes? (It looks like she's catching on...)
von Karma:
I'm afraid to ask, but... Why is that key currently in your possession?
Judge:
Huh? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
If Maya Fey locked herself in, then the key should have been with her.
Judge:
Yes, agreed.
Phoenix:
However, she did not have the key at the time of her arrest!
Lotta:
Aah! Well, ain't that a kick! So how come you're holdin' it!?
Phoenix:
I got this as a present from a certain little girl. And that little girl was nowhere near the crime scene at the time!
von Karma:
Th-Th-That's preposterous!
Phoenix:
This means that Maya Fey must have left the room! If she had not, then I would not be holding this key you see before you!
von Karma:
N-Nooooooo!
Judge:
It seems we have come to an impasse. This picture has clearly captured the face of the murderer. However, is this person the defendant or not? The defense is arguing that this person is not the defendant. Furthermore, as proof, this key has been submitted as evidence. Ms. von Karma.
von Karma:
How. Can. This. Be!?
Judge:
At this point in time, a verdict on the defendant is not possible.
von Karma:
My perfect case! How is there a flaw in my perfect case! Don't think you've won yet, Mr. Phoenix Wright! I am a prodigy! I have never lost a case! And I don't intend to lose here in this courtroom to a fool like you! I don't care what I have to do... I will get my guilty verdict!
Judge:
That's enough! If you would like to continue, do so in the lobby. Court will reconvene tomorrow at 10 AM. That is all. Court is adjourned.
June 21, 1:32 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Maya:
Woooow! That was you Pearly!? You summoned my sis!?
Pearl:
Yes. I felt I had no choice...
Maya:
Great going, Pearly! I knew you were special! Hey, Nick, did you know?
Phoenix:
(...Umm, yeah. It's not like anyone else in there could have done that.)
Maya:
Hmm, Nick... I know you're trying really hard and all, but... I really don't remember ever leaving that room.
Pearl:
And I don't think that a third person... could have gone into that room.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah... Well, at least we have until tomorrow to figure things out. Like, what happened in that room, for instance.
Maya:
Yeah. I'm counting on you!
Pearl:
Ah... I envy the two of you...
Maya:
Oh, by the way, Nick. Do you think you could take Pearly back home for me?
Phoenix:
Sure. Alright, Pearls. You ready to go buy some tickets?
Pearl:
Huh? A tik-ket?
Phoenix:
(Poor thing... So sheltered.)
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection denied.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection denied. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Maya Fey...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
Game over
Reunion, and Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
June 21, 3:24 PMKurain Village
Pearl:
Thank you very much for bringing me home, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
You're welcome. I had to come and look into a few things here today anyway.
Pearl:
Um... I thought about this a little.
Phoenix:
?
Pearl:
If Mystic Maya didn't kill that nice man...
Phoenix:
She definitely didn't!
Pearl:
Yes, of course. But if she didn't... Then someone else did, right? Um, that "murderer" person!
Phoenix:
Yes, Pearls.
Pearl:
Oh... I see...
Phoenix:
(I wonder what's wrong... She seems sad...)
Examine
Phone booth
Phoenix:
It's an old-style phone booth. I can't say it fits in with this area too well. I called the police from this phone.
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
So, what did you think of seeing your first trial?
Pearl:
I was really surprised! I had never seen so many people before!
Phoenix:
O-Oh...
Pearl:
And Mystic Maya looked so small... and helpless.
Phoenix:
(Well, Maya's already naturally short, so...)
Pearl:
And then, that snobby woman with the ruffly clothes...
Phoenix:
(Ruffly... Oh, she means Franziska...)
Pearl:
She had such a bad attitude! She acted like she had already decided that Mystic Maya did it... I am going to tell her what I think of her tomorrow!
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't miss tomorrow's trial for the world...)
Prosecutors (appears after Today's trial)
Pearl:
Why was that woman bullying Mystic Maya?
Phoenix:
Well, she's the opposite of a lawyer -- a prosecutor, so her job is to prove people guilty. They don't care if someone's innocent. All they care about is if they win.
Pearl:
Th-That's terrible! B-But... She's really a good prosecutor with a heart on the inside, right?
Phoenix:
... There's no one like that. All prosecutors are the same. ... Well, "he" might have become a good guy... Eventually...
Pearl:
"He"? Who are you talking about, Mr. Nick? Is it that person Mystic Maya was talking about? Mr. Eh-ji-werth...?
Phoenix:
...That was a long time ago. He's not around anymore...
Pearl:
Huh?
Phoenix:
He clutched onto his foolish pride too fiercely... and died for it.
Pearl:
O-Oh... That's too bad...
The murderer
Phoenix:
By the way...
Pearl:
Yes? What is it?
Phoenix:
Um, you wouldn't happen to know anything about who the murderer is... would you?
Pearl:
Wh-Why are you asking me!?
Phoenix:
No, I was just thinking earlier...
Pearl:
I didn't see anything!
Phoenix:
(She "didn't see anything", huh...? Speaking of that... During the murder... where was Pearls, and what was she doing...? And on top of that... This key... Just when did she pick this up...?)
Pearl's alibi (appears after The murderer)
Phoenix:
I just realized that I never asked you what you were doing at the time of the crime.
Pearl:
...?
Phoenix:
Pearls, where were you and what were you doing when the murder happened?
Pearl:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
...?
Pearl:
Wh-What I-I w-was doing? Ah, I-I w-wasn't d-doing a-anything!
Phoenix:
(She's really bad at lying...) You can whisper it to me. I won't tell anyone else. I promise.
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
Aah!
Pearl:
... Um... I guess you can see through my lie, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah... Clearly.
Pearl:
I can't lie to you, can I, Mr. Nick?
Pearl's alibi (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Phoenix:
You really won't tell me what you were doing at the time of the murder...?
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Pearl:
I'm sorry...
Phoenix:
But with the Magatama, I can unlock your Psyche-Locks, right?
Pearl:
Yes... Ah, what should I do...? Should I tell you what my secret is...?
Phoenix:
(If you would just tell me, it would be easier for the both of us...)
Pearl:
I'm so nervous...
Phoenix:
(Pearls is holding the key to this whole case! I can feel it! ...Speaking of keys, this one turned out to be quite important too... I didn't think it would literally be the "key" to today's trial.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Pearl:
So... that's a lawyer's Sacred Treasure?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Pearl:
I feel like it has a mysterious power, just like my Magatama...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, well, I guess I can let her think what she wants on this one...)
Folding Screen
Pearl:
So you like things about spirit channeling too? The Kurain Sacred Writings are on this folding screen.
Phoenix:
Oh? Is that what's written on it?
Pearl:
There are six lines to the Sacred Writings. Cleanse thy soul... Open the door to the spiritual realm beyond... Converse with the departed... ... Cast on thyself Protection... Maintain the spell... Release the spell...
Phoenix:
(So basically, this has nothing to do with the murder... Well, that's super.)
Black Key
Phoenix:
About this key, Pearls... You found it on the day of the murder, right?
Pearl:
Yes.
Phoenix:
Now, where you found this key is very important. So, please tell me, Pearl. Where did you find this?
Pearl:
Um... I found it in the incinerator...
Phoenix:
The incinerator? (Hmm, is she talking about the one in the garden?)
Pearl:
The door on it was a little open, so I took a peek...
Phoenix:
When was that?
Pearl:
It was after the channeling, when everyone was in a panic.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Pearl:
Um... Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
...? Yes?
Pearl:
Are you going to tell my mother?
Phoenix:
Huh? You mean, tell Morgan what you did?
Pearl:
Yes. If she finds out that I was playing in the left-over trash, I'll get a spanking.
Phoenix:
...Ah, gotcha. Well, let's keep it a secret from her then, alright? (Hmm, the incinerator, huh? Sounds like a good place to search next...)
Knife
Pearl:
I've seen this knife before.
Phoenix:
Really!? Where!?
Pearl:
M-My kitchen...
Phoenix:
(Oh... That's right... This knife belongs to the Feys...)
Pearl:
I'll skin and cut up some apples for you later, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
O-OK... Thanks.
Maya's Costume
Pearl:
Th-That's Mystic Maya's!
Phoenix:
(Ack!! I shouldn't have shown her something this violent...)
Pearl:
I-I-Is that... Blood!?
Phoenix:
Umm... It's nothing. Really. Just forget your ever saw this, okay? (What was I thinking? I can't show stuff like this to a child.)
Lotta's Photo 1 or 2
Phoenix:
(On second thought, showing her this picture might cause severe trauma...)
Pearl:
...?
Mia Fey profile
Pearl:
I knew her for a little while. Mystic Mia was your teacher, right? I'm sure she was a great Master of Lawyers.
Phoenix:
("Master of Lawyers"... I guess...? I mean, it's not exactly a martial art...)
Pearl:
You should keep training, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, you're probably right.
Pearl Fey profile
Pearl:
To tell you the truth, I really want to grow my hair out, just like Mystic Maya. But my mother wouldn't let me.
Phoenix:
I think your hair now suits you perfectly.
Pearl:
R-Really? Th-Thank you! *fidget, fidget*
Phoenix:
*fidget, fidget*
Franziska von Karma profile
Pearl:
Ah! This person! I can't let her get away with bullying Mystic Maya like that! I'm going to cast a curse on her!
Phoenix:
C-Can spirit mediums really do that...?
Pearl:
... Actually, no, I guess not... Grr... I have to find something I can do, then!
Phoenix:
(When they're mad, the women of the Fey family could give Medusa a run for her money...)
Move
Meditation Room
Leads to:
June 21
Fey Manor
Meditation Room
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
June 21
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Detention Center
Leads to:
June 21
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
June 21Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
This case has had me out of the office most of the time... I can come back tomorrow. Helping Maya should be my top priority now.
Examine
Charley
Phoenix:
Charley.  A quite decroative plant. He's a handfull but i've grown quite attatched to the little fella. He also helps me to remember all the good times with Mia.
June 21Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
(Maya must still be in questioning... She'll probably be done in a little bit, so I'll come back later...)
June 21Fey ManorMeditation Room
Phoenix:
(It's really empty... There's supposed to be training held today, but I guess it's already over...)
Examine
Door
Phoenix:
A door that leads to the Channeling Chamber, the place where spirits and people meet. The iron in this door was tempered, making it very solid. But I guess it wasn't strong enough to withstand The Phoenix!
Move
Channeling Chamber
Leads to:
June 21
Fey Manor
Channeling Chamber
Winding Way
Leads to:
June 21
Fey Manor
Winding Way
June 21Fey ManorChanneling Chamber
Phoenix:
(...Hmm, looks like Morgan's here too, but she hasn't noticed me yet... What is she doing...? She looks like she's talking to a picture...)
Morgan:
...Don't you see? Take a look around... Finally, my chance has come... I've waited for this day for so long! That's right... Prepare yourself, dear Misty...
Phoenix:
(What in the...!?)
Morgan:
Who's there!? ...Oh, if it isn't Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Um... Just curious, but that picture you were just looking at...
Morgan:
Oh, today was that event, was it not, good sir? I heard you did well.
Phoenix:
Huh, oh, yes... Thank you.
Morgan:
I am terribly sorry I could not attend the trial today. Please accept my apology. I had a previous engagement, as I had to watch over the trainees' training today.
Phoenix:
(I get the sense she really doesn't want to talk about the picture...)
Morgan:
All because the Master can't be here with us, you understand. And that is why a lowly branch family member such as myself must do this.
Examine (right side)
Behind the folding screen
Phoenix:
There is some empty space behind the folding screen. The light of the candles can't reach back there, so it's completely dark. There wasn't anyone back here at the time of the murder... Or that's what Lotta testified in court... (I knew I should've taken a look... I can always count on Lotta to make things hard...)
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Have you remembered something about the murder?
Morgan:
No, I told you everything I know already.
Phoenix:
Where[sic] you in this room the whole time when Lotta and I went to call the police?
Morgan:
Yes, of course. I was by Mystic Maya's side the entire time. I performed the Spirit Severing Technique and held her in my arms afterward.
Phoenix:
Hmm, you said that yesterday as well. Did anything else happen?
Morgan:
I would like to say more did, however that is all that occurred.
Phoenix:
(Ah, I was really hoping for some new info...)
Morgan:
I suppose nothing happened in the end, good sir. Sorry to have played on your hopes.
Phoenix:
(Why do I feel like I was just made fun of in the worse way possible...?)
Training
Phoenix:
So do the students train every day?
Morgan:
Yes, absolutely. They were given a day off the day after the murder, of course, however...
Phoenix:
And I assume both Maya and Pearls went through this training...?
Morgan:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ack! Yes, yes! (Wow, she got real scary, real fast...)
Morgan:
How many times must I tell you before you understand, good sir? They are to be addressed as Mystic Maya and Mystic Pearl.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... I meant Mystic Maya and Mystic Pearl... Wait... I'm sorry, but "Mystic" Pearl? Isn't that going a bit too far...?
Morgan:
Next question, please.
Phoenix:
(Oh man... She's really being a pain in the butt about this...)
Morgan:
Please remember to watch not only what you say, but how you say it, good sir.
The Master
Phoenix:
So the Master is... um, Maya's mother, right?
Morgan:
...Mystic Misty... She is a brilliant medium.
Phoenix:
And where is she now...?
Morgan:
We are not sure.
Phoenix:
Not sure?
Morgan:
About 16 or 17 years ago, Mystic Misty failed at channeling a certain spirit. And after that... she simply disappeared.
Phoenix:
...
Morgan:
I don't believe she will return to this village, in any case. And in four years' time, her name will be forever erased from this village.
Phoenix:
...Erased?
Morgan:
A person who has been away from the village for over 20 years is considered dead...
Phoenix:
Oh, I see.
Morgan:
And that is four years from now for her. When that happens, a new Master will be appointed to Kurain Village.
Phoenix:
And...?
Morgan:
Mystic Maya was supposed to become the next Master... However with this... murder, I'm afraid...
Phoenix:
(I must be imagining things... I thought she was laughing to herself for a second there...)
Present
Folding Screen
Morgan:
There are six parts to the Kurain Sacred Writings. To think that this valued treasure of our village... and Mystic Maya were both shot by a gun...
Phoenix:
Well, that's...
Morgan:
Even if it was something that occured during a channeling, it is an unforgivable act.
Black Key
Morgan:
This... This is the key to this room!
Phoenix:
That's right.
Morgan:
B-But why do you have it, good sir!?
Phoenix:
That, I'm not telling.
Morgan:
R-Return it at once!
Phoenix:
I... I can't. It's evidence, after all. (I think she knows exactly how important this key is to this murder... But what is this feeling I'm getting from her? It feels... Hmm... I can't describe it.)
Maya's Costume
Morgan:
That is Mystic Maya's costume, isn't it...? It's a shame. I never thought anything like that would happen to her...
Phoenix:
But we don't know that it was Maya that did it...
Morgan:
Oh, poor Mystic Maya.
Phoenix:
(Do you ever listen to anyone other than yourself?)
Lotta's Photo 1 or 2
Morgan:
That is Mystic Maya before I applied the Spirit Severing Technique... This picture... It was taken without my express permission. I knew allowing a person like her from the "Heartland" into our country was a bad idea.
Phoenix:
(You do realize that the "Heartland" is a part of this country, right...?)
Turner Grey profile
Phoenix:
About this person...
Morgan:
Oh! It is that man, is it not? A man who wishes to borrow a departed spirit's power to hide the lack of his own. What an insignificant man. And see how pitifully he died.
Phoenix:
Insignificant...?
Morgan:
That would mean you are that man's insignificant little friend, dear sir.
Phoenix:
(Then I guess that makes Maya my insignificant little assistant, huh?)
Mia Fey profile
Morgan:
...Oh, my... I think I may know of this person from somewhere...
Phoenix:
It's Mia. You know, Maya's older sister?
Morgan:
...! Aah! Yes, that is who she is...
Phoenix:
(...How could you forget a daughter of the Master...!?)
Morgan:
If memory serves, she became a lawyer. Oh, how splendid for her, don't you think?
Phoenix:
(That soft, kind smile... It's the kind that tells you a pair of devil horns are not too far away...)
Pearl Fey profile
Morgan:
Come to think of it, I don't believe I have seen my child today. Would you happen to know where she is, good sir?
Phoenix:
N-No, I wouldn't.
Morgan:
Honestly! Take one day off from training, and it is neigh impossible to make it up. Good sir! I pray you are not teaching her strange, fiendish things in her time off!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy. Here comes her anger. ...And we were having such a civil conversation too...)
Morgan Fey profile
Morgan:
Being born as one of the Fey family, but of weak spiritual power... It makes the people of this village look down upon you, you know?
Phoenix:
I-I didn't know that...
Morgan:
But I will be alright. ...As long as I have Pearl. I am satisfied because I have my Pearl.
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you think about this?
Morgan:
I am terribly sorry, but I am afraid my spiritual powers are not as strong as you might think... I really am terribly sorry.
Phoenix:
(Um, but this has nothing to do with your spiritual power...)
June 21Fey ManorWinding Way
Phoenix:
(Looks like there's no one here... And even though the weather is gorgeous today, it's raining inside my heart...)
Examine
Side Room
Phoenix:
That's the "Side Room". Looks like guests can use it as a place to take a break when they feel tired.
Urn
Phoenix:
It's a really old urn. There are the ashes of a person long dead inside. It looks like something with a long history... Other than that, it's not very interesting, so time to move on.
Move
Side Room
Leads to:
June 21
Fey Manor
Side Room
June 21Fey ManorSide Room
Phoenix:
(The bedding is all laid out today too. Guess I'll leave them alone for now...)
Examine
Sliding door
Phoenix:
It's still charming to see a real sliding door like this in person. From here, I can see the Winding Way and the little garden in the courtyard.
Bed on right
Phoenix:
...Excuse me... ... (Who am I talking to? There's no one here.)
Yellow box
Phoenix:
Hmm, I keep wondering about this box. I'm sure this wasn't here before the murder took place. It looks like a box for storing clothes... But it's pretty big for just clothes... It's mostly empty, but a few folded pieces of channeling costumes sit at the bottom.
Kurain Village
(Presenting Black Key to Pearl leads to:)
Move
Winding Way
Leads to:
June 21
Fey Manor
Winding Way
June 21Fey ManorWinding Way
Phoenix:
(Hey, there's someone by the incinerator... Ooh, looks like they've noticed me. And are now running at top speed towards me...)
Ini:
Oh, hey! *huff, huff* Like, *huff, huff* You're that dentist guy.
Phoenix:
Actually, it's Phoenix Wright, attorney at law. Nice to see you again.
Ini:
Ooh, like, real suave. So, it's, like, my turn. It's nice to see you, too.
Phoenix:
So, what's up? You're all out of breath...
Ini:
L-Like, huh? Oh! Like you mean... Like, I'm just totally happy and like, totally excited to be here.
Phoenix:
Excited?
Ini:
Like, I mean, there are so many things to, like, see! It's, like, the real deal here!
Phoenix:
Oh, really? For example...?
Ini:
For example... Like, that urn over there. Do you, like, know about it?
Phoenix:
(All I see is an old, cracked piece of pottery...)
Examine
Incinerator
Phoenix:
That's right... Pearls said she found this key inside the incinerator. I guess I should take a look inside for myself... ... Th-This... This is from Maya's costume...! There's blood on it... A tiny bit, but still...
Cloth Scrap added to the Court Record.
Incinerator (after finding Cloth Scrap)
Phoenix:
So, this piece of cloth was burned in this incinerator. And this key was also found in there. Hmm, I get the feeling this incinerator plays a crucial part in this murder...
Urn (after talking to Ini about "Sacred Urn")
Phoenix:
So there's a spirit in this urn, huh? Hmm, all I see are a bunch of cracks. But I guess maybe the spirit could live in the space between the cracks... Hmm, looks like something's written on it... "I AM"? Huh? Weird...
Sacred Urn added to the Court Record.
Talk
Sacred urn
Phoenix:
Is there some sort of legend connected with that urn?
Ini:
Like, yeah! It's, like, this village's treasure!
Phoenix:
Huh. Didn't know that.
Ini:
And, like, it's sealed inside that urn.
Phoenix:
...Um... "It's"...? What are you talking about?
Ini:
Like, you know! Ami Fey's spirit!
Phoenix:
Ami... Fey...? Who's that?
Ini:
Like, jeez, Mr. Smith. Get with the program! Everyone knows the lady that founded the Kurain Channeling Technique was Mystic Ami.
Phoenix:
Um, you don't have to get upset with me...
Ini:
So, like, as long as her spirit, like, lives in that urn, the spiritual power of the Fey family'll stick around. Like, isn't that totally romantic?
Phoenix:
Umm... Romantic, huh...? (If that urn is really as important as she says, it could be a vital clue...)
What happened
Phoenix:
Ini, I want to ask you about the murder...
Ini:
Murder...?
Phoenix:
Dr. Grey's... Remember...? (As if there's another one?)
Ini:
Oh, that one! Like, you shoulda said so in the first place! So, like, I totally don't know anything 'cause I was, like, sleeping in the Side Room.
Phoenix:
Well, that's not much help... Did you notice anything at all?
Ini:
Like, come on. What a total bore. I, like, totally have nothing to do with this, like, murder thing...
Phoenix:
(Oh, yeah. You only introduced Dr. Grey to Kurain Village. No relation, sure. Even if you were only "acquaintances", that still means you knew him. Furthermore, your sister, who died in that accident, was a nurse at his clinic...)
Ini:
...
Traffic accident (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
Alright then. Why don't you tell me about your sister's fatal accident.
Ini:
... Like, why? You think, like, it's got something to, like, do with the murder?
Phoenix:
I don't know yet, but I'm trying to chase down every lead I have...
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(...A... A Psyche-Lock!)
Ini:
Like, what is it?
Phoenix:
(Looks like I'm going to need something to pry her mouth open on this one...)
Traffic accident (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Phoenix:
Um, about the accident, Ini...
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Ini:
Like, you're totally not gonna give up, are you?
Phoenix:
No, I'm not.
Ini:
I totally want to forget about my sister, you know? Time to move on and all that.
Phoenix:
(Guess I have no choice but to remove those locks...)
Present
Lotta's Photo 1 or 2
Ini:
Wow, so, like, the Kurain technique is the real deal. I'm gonna, like, have to write about it in, like, my report for school. Hey, so, like, you'll give me this picture for, like, the report, right?
Phoenix:
No way!
Maya Fey profile
Ini:
She's, like, in a lot of trouble, huh?
Phoenix:
(She's stealing quick glances at the picture while smiling like a cheshire cat...)
Ini:
But, like, this will totally prove the power of channeling.
Phoenix:
(..."This"? What "this" is she talking about...?)
Pearl Fey profile
Ini:
Like, that's totally Mystic Maya's cousin, right?
Phoenix:
Yes. Her name is Pearl.
Ini:
Hmm? So, like, this little kid is, like, the next Master...?
Phoenix:
Oh, no, no, no. Maya is the next in line to be Master.
Ini:
Ah, oh yeah. Like, that's right.
Kurain Village
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Morgan, presenting Black Key to Pearl, and examining incinerator leads to:)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
June 21
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
June 21Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
Hey, Nick... I've been waiting...
Phoenix:
(...She looks so helpless...)
Maya:
So? So? How was it!? What did you find out!?
Phoenix:
Um... Well... I found a few things...
Maya:
My eyes are tearing up, Nick. Don't make me cry...
Phoenix:
I... I just need a little more time. It'll all come together by tomorrow, I promise.
Maya:
I'm sorry, Nick. Every time I see you, all I do is cause trouble...
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
So how was it? Today's trial, I mean...
Maya:
You were fantastic, Nick! Every time I thought our goose was cooked, you managed to turn it all around. I bet it would make a great Hollywood movie!
Phoenix:
Don't be silly. We have to concentrate on the trial. We're going to win this, Maya!
Maya:
...Thanks a lot. Really. Hey, Nick? The person who shot Dr. Grey wasn't me, was it?
Phoenix:
Of course not. You're completely innocent.
Maya:
If that were true, then I'd be really happy, but... there wasn't anyone else in that room with the two of us, right?
Phoenix:
Well, did you check behind the folding screen?
Maya:
Um... I took a quick glance, but there wasn't anyone there.
Phoenix:
Hmm... (That's exactly what Lotta said too...)
Not guilty
Maya:
Um, Nick...
Phoenix:
Yeah?
Maya:
Why do you believe in me? Why do you think I didn't kill Dr. Grey?
Phoenix:
...Because of something Mia told me.
Maya:
My sis? What did she tell you?
Phoenix:
She said that spirit mediums can't have dreams. When you're channeling, it's impossible for you to dream because your soul leaves you.
Maya:
Now that you mention it... Wait, then... then... I really am...?
Phoenix:
You are not the real murderer. I think that... maybe before you even called the spirit, you were drugged.
Maya:
Drugged...?
Phoenix:
I think this was planned from the very beginning. And you were set up to take the blame for killing Dr. Grey.
Maya:
That's... That's...
Pearl's alibi (appears after Pearl's alibi of Pearl)
Phoenix:
I want to ask you something about Pearls.
Maya:
Pearly? What about her?
Phoenix:
No matter what I try, she won't answer me. I want to know what she was doing at the time of the murder.
Maya:
Hmm... W-Wait! Nick! Y-You don't think she did it, do you!?
Phoenix:
No, no, nothing like that...
Maya:
She'd never do anything like that! You hear me!? Never! She's a great kid, and really cute... And really great... And cute.
Phoenix:
I didn't really think she was the murderer. But... she's definitely hiding something.
Maya:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
You were with her on that day, right?
Maya:
Yeah. The two of us. We were playing with her ball.
Phoenix:
A ball, huh? (Sounds like a dead-end to me...)
Ball (appears after Pearl's alibi)
Phoenix:
So, about this ball...
Maya:
It's nothing really special... Just a plain old ball. I think she was still playing with it when I started the channeling job that day. Pearly really loves to play with that ball.
Phoenix:
She "loves to play with that ball", huh...?
Maya:
When she wants to get it, she always climbs right into the clothing box.
Phoenix:
The clothing box?
Maya:
Yeah. Pearly's always hiding in there. You know the Side Room? There's a clothing box in there. It's really big, so once you see it, I'm sure you'll know what I'm talking about.
Phoenix:
(The clothing box in the Side Room, huh?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
It's the same as the last time I saw it. You just like to show it off, don't you, Nick? Are you that thrilled to be a lawyer?
Phoenix:
Th-That's not what I meant by it, but... I mean, I don't really think about it. I just sort of shove it in people's faces... Force of habit, I guess.
Folding screen
Maya:
That hole... It looks an awful lot like a bullet hole...
Phoenix:
That's probably what it is.
Maya:
That's TERRIBLE! How could this happen to such an important screen!?
Phoenix:
... Um, instead of dwelling on the hole, let's focus on the fact that you weren't shot...
Maya:
... Hey, you're right! So I was the one who was about to get shot, huh? Th-That's TERRIBLE! Who'd want to shoot little ol' me!?
Phoenix:
(I guess she didn't realize she was the one being shot at until now...)
Black Key
Maya:
Ah! That's... The Channeling Chamber's...
Phoenix:
This is the only one in the world, right?
Maya:
Yeah. During the trial, I was kinda wondering why you had it...
Phoenix:
I got it from Pearls.
Maya:
That's weird... I swear I locked the door... and then put the key into one of my pouchy sleeves...
Phoenix:
Your sleeve? But how and when would your sleeve leave the room? It didn't grow a pair of legs...
Maya:
I wonder where Pearly found that key...
Knife
Maya:
That's a knife from my family's kitchen. I'll never be able to use it again...
Phoenix:
It's alright. I'll buy you a new one, OK?
Maya:
Argh! That's not the point! ...I don't ever want to see another knife... ever again...
Maya's Costume
Maya:
That... That's... That's mine, isn't it?
Phoenix:
(Dammit! I upset her again...)
Maya:
It really was me, wasn't it? Wasn't it, Nick?
Lotta Photo 1 or 2
Maya:
This... This is me, right? I guess I really did shoot Dr. Grey...
Phoenix:
But that's not you!
Maya:
Is too!
Phoenix:
Is not!
Maya:
Is too, is too!
Phoenix:
(I should've kept this picture to myself...)
Sacred Urn
Maya:
That's Kurain's Sacred Urn. Mystic Ami's soul is sealed inside of it.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know all about it. About how she's the founder of the Kurain Technique.
Maya:
Ooh, look at Mr. Smarty here! Thinks he knows all! You sound like an occult fanatic.
Phoenix:
(...Trust me, this isn't going on my resume any time soon...)
Maya:
You know, I haven't looked at this in a long time. I wonder when it became so cracked?
Cloth Scrap
Maya:
...What is it?
Phoenix:
I'm not too sure myself, but I found it just now inside the furnace.
Maya:
Huh? Is it trash burning day already?
Phoenix:
That's not something I would know about... (I guess she didn't notice the bloodstain. Probably better that way...)
Mia Fey profile
Maya:
What am I supposed to do, sis!? ...
Pearl Fey profile
Maya:
Pearly... She definitely has more than me...
Phoenix:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Maya:
Who I think the next Master should be... I mean, she's got more spiritual power than me, and she really works hard at her training...
Phoenix:
(Way to go Phoenix... Way to bring the mood down even further... *sigh*)
Franziska von Karma profile
Maya:
So she's Prosecutor von Karma's daughter, huh?
Phoenix:
Looks like it.
Maya:
Well, then... she'd know about that person, right?
Phoenix:
("That person"...? Is she talking about "him"?) It's alright. We don't need to talk about that right now...
Maya:
...
Ami Fey profile
Maya:
...Mystic Ami. She's a Legendary Spirit Medium. I like the way that word sounds... "Legendary"... Ever since I was young, I've dreamed of being a "Legend".
Phoenix:
(Well, this murder will make you into a "legend", alright... Hmm... I probably shouldn't say that last thought out loud...)
Any other evidence
Maya:
Um, I can't think of anything special about it...
(Clearing "Ball" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Kurain Village
Leads to:
June 21
Kurain Village
June 21Kurain Village
Phoenix:
Ah!
Lotta:
AAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
H-Hey! Wait! Please! Lotta! ... (She ran off into the manor...)
June 21Fey ManorMeditation Room
Phoenix:
Lotta...
Lotta:
Aaack!
Phoenix:
H-Hey!
I'm tellin' ya, quit followin' me, ya hear!? I'm a worthless piece of trash! Ya lay eyes on me, and they'll turn ta dust!
Phoenix:
(...*sigh*...)
Move
Channeling Chamber
Leads to:
"Hey! Morgan!"
Channeling Chamber
Phoenix:
Hey! Morgan!
Morgan:
Yes, what is it? ...And must you be so noisy!? We have a rule here: "The hallway is not for running" Now then, in a calm manner ask your question.
Phoenix:
Okay... Anyway, did you see Lotta come by here?
Morgan:
Ah, that girl from the "Heartland"... I'm sorry, but she did not pass by here at any time.
Phoenix:
(Grr... Lotta! You sure know how to waste a man's time...)
Winding Way
Move
Side Room
June 21
Fey Manor
Side Room
June 21Fey ManorSide Room
Phoenix:
I'm pretty sure I saw Lotta run in this direction... but it doesn't look like she's here...
Examine
Ball
Phoenix:
It's Pearl's ball. Maya said that it's always kept in the clothing box... So then, what is it doing on the floor...?
Pearl's Ball taken.
Clothing box
Phoenix:
It's the clothing box where Pearl's ball is usually kept. I wonder what's inside...
Aaaaah!
Phoenix:
Whaaaa!? Wh-Wh-What were you doing in there!? What were you thinking!?
Lotta:
I'm a bad person! Just another piece of human trash. I needed a hole to crawl into...
Phoenix:
... (So you crawled into this clothing box because there wasn't a hole to crawl into? Oh man... ...Huh?) There's a small hole in this clothing box... And it's about... 8 inches off the ground! That's the same height as the hole in the folding screen! Then, could this...?
Clothing Box added to the Court Record.
Clothing box (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It's the clothing box where Pearls keeps her ball. I thought I felt my soul shake when Lotta jumped out at me. So it's big enough to fit a grown adult... Well, if she can be called an adult...
June 21Fey ManorMeditation Room
Pearl:
Oh, Mr. Nick! That person ran by here just now.
Phoenix:
What person?
Pearl:
Um, you know... The person with the fluffy cotton candy hair...
Phoenix:
(Ah, she means Lotta.)
Pearl:
She said, "Don't look at me with 'em eyes!" but... I'm not that scary, am I...?
Phoenix:
...I don't think that's quite what she meant.
Pearl:
Oh, that's right. She also wanted me to tell you, "Goin' on a trip to find myself, so don't ya bother findin' me!"
Phoenix:
O-Oh... Well, thanks.
Pearl:
You're welcome.
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Pearl's Alibi --
Phoenix:
Pearl. You have to tell me what you were doing when the murder happened, OK?
Pearl:
Um... But what if I can't just tell you what happened...?
Phoenix:
Then I'll guess what happened. How does that sound?
Pearl:
Eh!? Y-You can do that?
Phoenix:
You'll tell me if I guess something right, won't you?
Pearl:
...Y-Yes...
Phoenix:
Now, when the murder was taking place, you were here, right?
Present Winding Way
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You were here, weren't you Pearls -- in the Winding Way?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I'm pretty smart, Pearls. I know you were right here.
Pearl:
No, I wasn't...
Phoenix:
Huh? I'm wrong?
Pearl:
Ooh, I feel a little better.
Phoenix:
(Ooh, I feel a little warmer... from embarrassment. ...I'd better try again...)
Leads back to:
"Now, when the murder was taking place, you were here, right?"
Phoenix:
You were here, weren't you Pearls -- in the Winding Way?
Pearl:
W-Wow! ...Y-You got it.
Phoenix:
So? Do you think you can tell me now?
Pearl:
...I'm sorry... Not yet...
Phoenix:
Man, oh man... Alright, what next...? OK, I think I know what you were doing there.
Pearl:
D-Do you really know that much?
Phoenix:
Well, I am a lawyer, you know. Now, what was it Pearls was doing in the Winding Way?
Present Pearl's Ball
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You were... playing with this ball, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
So?
Pearl:
I feel just a little better.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Pearl:
You are a lawyer, but you're also still a person, after all...
Phoenix:
Sorry, I'll get it right this time...
Leads back to:
"OK, I think I know what you were doing there."
Phoenix:
You were... playing with this ball, right?
Pearl:
Ah! That's right! How... How did you know...?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
Maya told me that you love to play with your ball.
Pearl:
Um... Yeah. I was playing with my ball.
Phoenix:
Un, huh. And then?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
Something happened, huh? ...Something really bad...
Pearl:
*gulp!* Wh-What do you mean, "something"!? N-N-Nothing happened...!
Phoenix:
This is it. While you were playing with your ball, this happened!
Present Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This urn... It's a village treasure, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
Were you so surprised that you were shocked into silence?
Pearl:
...Yes, at how wrong you are, even though you were so sure of yourself...
Phoenix:
...Huh? (Way to embarrass yourself in front of an 8 year old, Wright...) Ah, sorry, sorry. Just see if you were paying attention... Ah heh heh.
Pearl:
It's okay Mr. Nick. You can always try again.
Leads back to:
"This is it."
Phoenix:
This urn... It's a village treasure, right?
Pearl:
Ah... Um...
Phoenix:
And the spirit of the founder of the Kurain technique is sealed in here, isn't it?
Pearl:
...Y-Yes...
Phoenix:
What's this? It's cracked all over, isn't it? There's even a few gaps here and there...
Pearl:
Um... Please don't tease me...
Phoenix:
Pearl, you broke the Sacred Urn, didn't you?
Pearl:
...!
Phoenix:
The ball smacked into it and knocked it over, right? And if Morgan found out, she'd get really mad, huh?
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
(She doesn't seem to be fighting back... I think I hit the bull's-eye this time. But it's strange that the lock hasn't broken yet...)
Pearl:
I-It's... It's a really old urn, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Eh?
Pearl:
I-I-It's so old... So it's not that weird... to have a few cracks...
Phoenix:
(Her voice is shaking...)
Pearl:
H-How can you tell that urn has been broken!?
Present Ami Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Who started the Kurain Channeling Technique?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Pearl:
...I'm sorry. I don't want to be mean, but...
Phoenix:
(*sigh* I figured...)
Pearl:
Um, do you want to try again?
Phoenix:
Yeah. (I'm sure I can get it if I think about it some more! The thing I'm missing... must have something to do with what's written on the urn...)
Leads back to:
"H-How can you tell that urn has been broken!?"
Phoenix:
Who started the Kurain Channeling Technique?
Pearl:
Eh? Um, it was Mystic Ami...
Phoenix:
That's right. And how do you spell her name? Do you know?
Pearl:
How do I spell her name? Um... I don't know...
Phoenix:
It's spelled "A-M-I".
Pearl:
*gasp!*
Phoenix:
I thought it was a little odd when I saw "I AM" written on this urn.
Pearl:
...
Phoenix:
And that's how I knew that someone must have broken this urn. And made a mistake in spelling when they put it back together again...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Pearl's alibi
Pearl:
Around when Mystic Maya started the channeling on that day, I was playing in the Winding Way... with my ball.
Phoenix:
And that's when you... broke the urn?
Pearl:
Y-Yes... I broke it... I... I accidentally let Mystic Ami's spirit fly away!
Phoenix:
Don't worry. Morgan will never know, OK?
Pearl:
I'm a bad child... Breaking a village treasure is unforgivable. I thought... that maybe they would make me leave the village. But the broken pieces were pretty big, so...
Phoenix:
You thought you could put them back together, and no one would notice?
Pearl:
...Yes.
Sacred Urn (appears after Pearl's alibi)
Pearl:
I found some glue and brought it to the hallway... and fixed the urn there.
Phoenix:
The hallway? You mean "Winding Way"?
Pearl:
Yes. The channeling had already started, so I didn't think anyone would walk by.
Phoenix:
Hmm, I see... So, about how long did it take you? It must have been a nasty repair job.
Pearl:
Yes. I might be strong at spiritual things, but when it comes to arts and crafts, I am not nearly as skilled. When I had finished fixing the urn and looked up, I saw you coming into the manor...
Phoenix:
(So that's around when Lotta and I were coming back inside after reporting the murder.)
Pearl:
When I saw that, I packed everything up in a hurry. Um... Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
What is it, Pearls?
Pearl:
I'm... I'm going to get banished, aren't I?
Phoenix:
I really don't think that's going to happen. I mean, I bet Mystic Ami's happy to be free from that cramped urn.
Pearl:
Y-Yeah, I hope so...
Phoenix:
(No harm done, and a happy resolution... Phew!)
Sacred Urn updated in the Court Record.
(Clearing "Sacred Urn" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Kurain Village
Leads to:
June 21
Kurain Village
Kurain Village
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
June 21
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
June 21Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
M-Mia!
Mia:
Phoenix, it's good to see you. I was really worried so I thought I'd see how you were doing.
Phoenix:
...You might get caught on film again...
Mia:
There are certain risks you have to take in life, or in my case, death. Anyway, how are you doing? Have you found anything useful?
Phoenix:
Um, only a little. I think I'm slowly beginning to understand everything, piece by piece.
Mia:
Everything will resolve itself by tomorrow, somehow.
Talk
Tomorrow's trial
Mia:
There's still a whole slew of questions for you to answer before the trial tomorrow.
Phoenix:
You mean like how did the real murderer get into the room and kill Dr. Grey...?
Mia:
Yes. Also, when did the murderer enter the Channeling Chamber...? You guys were all standing around in front of the room after the channeling started.
Phoenix:
Which means that the murderer must have gone into that room before the channeling...
Mia:
That's what I think, in any case.
Phoenix:
But Maya's already said there wasn't anyone else in there.
Mia:
...That's true... But if we can't figure out the murderer's movements, we're stuck like a beached whale.
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Kurain Channeling Technique
Mia:
I thought I'd never see this day. Are you actually asking me about spirit channeling?
Phoenix:
This case is all about spirit channeling. And I feel like I don't understand a thing about it...
Mia:
Well, that's only natural... After all, spirit channeling isn't exactly an everyday thing, is it?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Mia:
The power to change your physical appearance into the person you're calling was something our ancestor, Mystic Ami Fey acquired.
Phoenix:
I've heard that name before...
Mia:
The Fey family was originally a family known for its service to the gods. When Mystic Ami was born, she was given a certain fate through her name. Because, you see, she was named after one of the Buddhas of Buddhism, "Amitábha". To this day, her soul is still sealed in the Kurain Sacred Urn. It usually sits in the Winding Way, and has her name written on it.
Phoenix:
Um, yeah...
Mia:
Aww, come on, Phoenix. It's just a fairy-tale.
Phoenix:
(Are you saying that me being able to see you is just a fairy-tale too...?)
Present
Anything
Mia:
Come on, Phoenix. We don't have time to be looking at things like this. We need to find out everything we can for the trial tomorrow.
Mia:
Well, it's about time I left.
Phoenix:
M-Mia!
Mia:
We'll be in big trouble if the guard sees me here... Phoenix...
Phoenix:
Yes, Chief!
Mia:
There is still a lot of dirt left in this case. Once you think you've gathered all the evidence, then come back.
Phoenix:
...Yes, Chief.
June 21Kurain Village
Phoenix:
(Phew. I think I've found everything I can. But I can't see how they all add up... Hmm...)
...H... He...
Phoenix:
(And is Ini Miney being here just a coincidence...?)
...Hey, Mister...
Phoenix:
(How is it that the spirit Dr. Grey wanted to call just happened to be that nurse, and that nurse turns out to be Ini's sister... It's too... convenient...)
...Hey! Phoenix! I'm talkin' to you!
Phoenix:
(I wish I knew a little more about Ini, but where am I going to find info like that?)
Oh, I get it. Ya can't be bothered to look over at trash like me. Is that it, Mr. High-and-Mighty!?
Phoenix:
Aah! L-Lotta!
Lotta:
Oh, so ya finally noticed!
Phoenix:
(I thought I heard a mosquito buzzing in my ear, although I couldn't understand a word...)
Lotta:
Well, I gotta hand it to ya. Ya sure know how to chase down garbage! I mean, I'm grateful to ya for chasin' this large lump of one around like this.
Phoenix:
Um... Thanks...?
Lotta:
But ya know, you're just wastin' yer time. I'll be fine on my own.
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you going on about? And as for "following" or "chasing" or whatever it is, isn't that what YOU'RE doing!?
Lotta:
Um, well, ya see... Well, yer not exactly a real gentleman with a lady's heart, are ya?
Phoenix:
(You're not exactly the world's number one charmer either, sister.)
Talk
Today's trial
Lotta:
Look, I'm really dang sorry about today! When I get all fired up about somethin', it's impossible to stop me.
Phoenix:
You hurt Maya really badly, Lotta.
Lotta:
Um... I don't suppose you could forgive a gal like me...?
Forgive her
Phoenix:
Well, I guess. You did help Maya out too, after all.
Lotta:
For real?
Phoenix:
Yeah, for real.
Lotta:
Ah, thank goodness... I'm still...
Phoenix:
"I'm still..." what...?
Lotta:
N-No, no, nothing, nothing at all. Just talkin' to myself, ya know, gibberish... ...Now then! Lotta Hart, at your service!
Phoenix:
?
Lotta:
I'll share with ya all the dirt I've dug up!
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks.
Lotta:
Hey, don't be all surprised! Tell ya what, I'll even give ya all this info for free!
Phoenix:
(Lotta not taking money? Now I KNOW this one's an alien clone...)
Don't forgive her
Phoenix:
I'm not done...
Lotta:
Um...
Phoenix:
And to think we trusted you, Lotta, and what do you do!? You stab us in the back! You stressed us all out and even gave Maya a few strands of white hair!
Lotta:
Urngh...
Phoenix:
Now I'm going to have to pray she makes it, or she may come back as a ghost...
Lotta:
Ack! That's enough! Ya can stop right there! Look, I'll tell ya everything I know! Everything! I'll spill it all!
Phoenix:
Everything?
Lotta:
Yeah, ya got it! Everything! But... Well, actually... Tell ya what, I'll even do it for free!
Phoenix:
(You were expecting me to pay you after what you did to us!?)
The murderer
Phoenix:
If Maya is not the real murderer, then... who do you think is, Lotta?
Lotta:
Well heck, ain't it obvious? It's that occult freak!
Phoenix:
You mean Ini Miney?
Lotta:
Well, there ain't anyone else it could be, right? That granny, you and me, we were all together that whole time...
Phoenix:
(So, Lotta suspects Ini... Which means she might have already found some info about our mysterious Ini...)
Ini Miney (appears after Today's trial and presenting Ini Miney profile)
Phoenix:
Speaking of Ini, do you have any other information about her?
Lotta:
Sure.
Phoenix:
Well, what is it!?
Lotta:
Ha ha ha... It'll cost ya... And it'll cost a lot!
Phoenix:
(Oh, silly me. Here I thought "free" meant "no money necessary".)
Lotta:
That girl was hospitalized about half a year ago.
Phoenix:
Hospitalized...? But why?
Lotta:
Well, heck, you can go find out on yer own.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lotta:
Here, I'll give ya the clinic's address. Maybe ya can find out something.
Phoenix:
"Maybe"...? What's that supposed to mean!?
Lotta:
Well... See, actually, it was gonna be annoying, I reckoned, so I didn't actually go there.
Phoenix:
Aargh...
Lotta:
Well, that's the way the gumbo spoils, right?
Phoenix:
Spoiled gumbo sounds... Eww... I mean, look, don't blame this on... Oh nevermind! (Looks like I don't have much of a choice. Better go check out this "Hotti Clinic"...)
Present
Newspaper Clipping 1 or 2
Phoenix:
About this clipping...
Lotta:
Now, you listen here, boy, and listen good. You can't go lookin' at such an old piece of paper, ya hear!? People's got eyes on the front side. You know why? So they can see in front of themselves! Not behind! So how about it? You feelin' my energy?
Phoenix:
(Nope, not an electron.)
Pistol
Lotta:
Ya think I could have the guts to carry one of these around? A celebrity photographer with a gun? Ya think it'd work? "Bang, bang!!" ...Nah... Thanks, but nah. I can't see myself like that.
Knife or Maya's Costume
Lotta:
Aaaaah! Th-There's... There's blood on it!! Get that away from me! Where do you get off showin' somethin' like this to me!?
Phoenix:
(Oops, guess that was the wrong thing to show her...)
Lotta's Photo 1 or 2
Lotta:
I'm a real natural, aren't I? I caught the murder just right, and even managed to make it mysterious.
Phoenix:
Mysterious!? All you managed to do was forget to focus your lens!
Lotta:
Shaddup! That's my technique! My technique, now, ya hear!?
Turner Grey profile
Lotta:
Hey, it's that Dr. Grey guy. It's a pity what happened to him. Pretty scary what ghouls and ghosts can do to a man, huh? Gawd rest his poor soul.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Since when was Lotta so religious...?)
Maya Fey profile
Lotta:
Now, this kid -- I think she needs to be taught some manners. This here's her second time in the stew, right? My Pa woulda slapped me straight!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
Lotta:
Ya know what they say, if there's a second time, there's bound to be a third, and a fo- OW! Nngh... Ya didn't have to slap me. I get it, I get it. Sorry...
Pearl Fey profile
Lotta:
Hmm... I overlooked this little kid.
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean?
Lotta:
I mean, I didn't think it, but ya know how it's always 'em silent types?
Phoenix:
H-Huh!? Wait, wait, wait...
Lotta:
The little tyke's nothin' but a ball of happy goodness, right? So I reckon, she's the type to have done it! Well, now, that's just how the world turns.
Phoenix:
I don't think this has anything to do with how the world turns...
Morgan Fey profile
Lotta:
That old lady sure can be forceful. She scared me that day. ...Well, only a little, now, ya hear?
Ini Miney profile
Lotta:
Heh, that's Ini Miney, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I was wondering if you know anything about this girl...
Lotta:
Ya know! Actually, I did a little checkin' up on her the other day. Her sister, she's the one that Dr. Grey wanted to call back from the spirit world.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I had heard as much... I had also heard that Ini was the one to introduce Dr. Grey to Kurain Village.
Lotta:
Ya don't say? That's one sneaky gal, if you ask me... Hey, ya want me to tell ya more about her?
Lotta Hart profile
Lotta:
Ya know, I'm beginnin' to get sick of this hairstyle. Next time I go to the salon, I'm gonna get my hair straightened, I reckon. What do ya think, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
I think if you got rid of your afro, I wouldn't recognize who you were.
Lotta:
Yeah, that's kinda the problem, ain't it?
Phoenix:
(Please, can we get on with the important stuff...? Say, like the murderer...)
Franziska von Karma profile
Lotta:
Hey, this is that prosecutor gal. The one that likes breakin' all the rules. Switches are for horses and lights, not people! How's that? I made a pretty clever pun, didn't I?
Phoenix:
...Sorry, didn't hear you.
Lotta:
Ah, well, I'll forgive the wax in yer ears this once and tell it to ya one more time.
(Clearing "Ini Miney" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Hotti Clinic
Leads to:
June 21
Hotti Clinic
Reception
June 21Hotti ClinicReception
Phoenix:
(...So, this is where Ini was hospitalized...)
???:
Hmm, yes... Are you here to visit a patient? Hmm...
Phoenix:
Ah, yes... Are you a doctor here...?
???:
Hmm, yes... I'm Director Hotti... Hoh, hoh.
Phoenix:
(Ack! I didn't think I'd be speaking with the Director himself...)
Hotti:
Hmm, yes...? So what can I help you with? Uh, huh...
Phoenix:
I'd like to ask you a few questions about Ms. Ini Miney.
Hotti:
Hmm? Ms. Miney? Ms. Ini Miney? ...Hmm... Yes... Hmm... OH! Her! Ah, it's too bad. I'll tell you something. That girl left here a long time ago.
Nurse:
Here you are! Sir!
Phoenix:
?
Nurse:
You know you shouldn't be up and about! Come on, it's back to your room with you!
Hotti:
Ah, Sweet'ums! Calm down, calm down. Don't be so harsh to an old man like me.
Nurse:
Don't you dare start that "Sweet'ums" thing with me! If you don't behave, you'll get yourself tossed out of this hospital!
Phoenix:
(Wow. I didn't think nurses could be this direct or forceful towards their boss.)
Nurse:
Come now. Be a good boy and give me the Director's white lab coat!
Hotti:
OK, OK. I got it. I. Got. It. Hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
...
Hotti:
...
Phoenix:
Um...
Hotti:
Hmm, yes? Uh, huh?
Phoenix:
Don't "Hmm, yes" me. Who in the world are you?
Hotti:
I'm Director Hotti. Hoh, hoh.
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
(The nurse went off some-where... Oh the inhumanity. Only person I can talk to... ...is this guy... ...Uuuugh...)
Examine
Waiting room on the left
Phoenix:
This must be the waiting area. It's got the feeling of one and there are sofas lined up... but I don't see all that many patients.
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Well, it's the quality, not quantity that counts. Uh huh...
Phoenix:
(What in the world did that have to do with anything...?)
Door at the back
Phoenix:
(I wonder where that door way down there leads to...?)
Hotti:
Oh, that's the X-ray room. Hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
H-H-How did you know what I was thinking!?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Well, it's... Because that's the X-ray room... Uh huh, yes...
Phoenix:
(There is something very peculiar about this guy... Because I know it's not me...)
Limping patient
Phoenix:
This patient is undergoing rehabilitation.
Hotti:
And look at that strained face twisting in all those ways... and that oily sweat... hmm... His whole body is swaying back and forth, wobble-wobble, like he's about to fall. Hmm, yes.
Phoenix:
Hey! Don't just cut into my monologue like that! I'm explaining things here!
Hotti:
Ah, sorry. Hmm, yes... Most sorry... Yes... Uh, huh...
Reception area
Phoenix:
This is the clinic's reception desk, but it doesn't look like there's anyone at the counter. On the wall is this month's "Word to the Wise: Do something in vain, and your only reward is tiredness." Hmm, not exactly the best thing to be telling your patients, is it?
Talk
Hotti Clinic
Phoenix:
So, what exactly do you treat at this clinic...?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... We treat all sorts of... doctory, clinical stuff, uh, huh, yes...
Phoenix:
D-Doctory, clinical stuff?
Hotti:
Well, I don't actually know or particularly care about the details. Hoh, hoh.
Phoenix:
...
Hotti:
Hmm, hmm... Yes... What is that look for? A-Ah, yes. There's a really big general hospital around the corner. Hmm, yes... When they can't accommodate everyone, they move some of their patients here. Uh, huh.
Phoenix:
You do surgeries here, right?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... We do some plastic surgery here, it seems... Hmm...
Phoenix:
It... seems?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Uh, huh... It seems that way.
Ini Miney
Phoenix:
What do you know about Ms. Ini Miney?
Hotti:
Now you're talking! Hmm, yes. That girl, she was transferred from the general hospital.
Phoenix:
From the general hospital...? To here? What kind of surgery did she need?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Well, she needed surgery. It was really bad. Really bad.
Phoenix:
So what kind was it...?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Well... No, no... You see, that is something... No, I can't tell you.
Phoenix:
(So you say with a happy smile on your face... "Mr. Director"...)
Hotti:
See, there's this thing about how doctors aren't allowed to talk about patient stuff. It's in all those TV shows too, right? You've seen them, right? Hmm, yes?
Phoenix:
(I'm never going to get him to unzip those broken zipper teeth of his at this rate... There's got to be something I can show to this old coot...)
Ini Miney (after presenting Attorney's Badge)
Phoenix:
Please tell me what you know about Ini Miney.
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... I'll get to that, trust me, I will. That girl... That's right. She was transferred here from the general hospital. This was... hmm, yes... a year ago. She was one of those... "emergency" cases.
Phoenix:
What was she ill with?
Hotti:
Ill? Nah, nah, nah. She was injured, not ill. With my trained eye, I could see. Yep, I could see it was a huge wound at that.
Phoenix:
A huge injury?
Hotti:
Her whole body was wrapped around and 'round in bandages and her arm was in a cast.
Phoenix:
That sounds... pretty severe, alright...
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... It was an accident; an accident. They're scary, yes? Cars, hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
Car...? ...You mean it was a traffic accident?
Hotti:
Yep! That's what gave her the terrible injuries. I swore it was in the papers, hmm... Yes, I looked it all up, I did. It was terrible... Hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
(...Dare I even ask what is wrong with this old guy...?)
The Operation (appears after Ini Miney)
Phoenix:
Just now... You mentioned something about a big operation?
Hotti:
Hmm? Are you talking about Miss Ini's operation?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes... Miss Ini's.
Hotti:
That... Ah, that was one heck of an accident. Hmm, yes... Her whole face was burned like bad toast. It was bad. Very bad.
Phoenix:
Was it really that bad...?
Hotti:
Hmm, it was a good thing that Miss Ini had a picture of herself. I heard that picture was how they put her face back together... Hmm...
Phoenix:
Picture...?
Hotti:
That girl, see, she had, uh... She had just gotten her license. So she just happened to have a license photo on her, hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
Oh.
Hotti:
So, see, I got her picture. As a way to remember her, yes... Well, more like... Swiped...
Phoenix:
(Um, breech [sic] of ethics...? ...Oh, wait...)
Hotti:
What? What? A pretty girl like her -- I bet she has lots of pictures of herself...
Phoenix:
Um... Sure...
Hotti:
It's a treasure. My treasure... Preciiiious...
Phoenix:
What happened to the actual license itself?
Hotti:
Who knows. I didn't bother to ask. It probably got burned up along with the car. Hmm, yes.
License Photo added to the Court Record.
The Accident (appears after Ini Miney)
Phoenix:
Um... So you "looked up" information on Ini's accident, correct?
Hotti:
Yep, yep. Sure did... Hmm, yes... I read every paper that covered it at the time.
Phoenix:
What kind of accident was it, do you remember?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Hold on. I'll go get it for you. The article, I mean.
Phoenix:
H-Huh? Y-You have it?
Hotti:
Well, well, well, don't get me wrong. I thought something like this might come up, so.
Phoenix:
(Obsessive to the max... But I bet I could learn about how to stay on a lead from this guy.)
Ah, here we go, here we go... Hmm, yes...
Hotti:
According to this, Miss Ini was in the passenger's seat.
Phoenix:
The passenger's seat, huh?
Hotti:
And dozing... Or so it says. A strong jolt woke her up, and the next minute, a sea of fire was all around her. Miss Ini fought with the door, finally got it to open, and somehow managed to get away. ...Anywhoo, you can read all the details in the article. Hmm, yes...
Newspaper Clipping 2 added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(A new clue! I should probably look this over.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Hotti:
Hmm? What's this?
Phoenix:
I'm a lawyer. Right now, I'm investigating a murder.
Hotti:
Hmm, hmm, yes... What is with your angry face? Violence isn't the answer, hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
The trial is tomorrow. And I would really like some information from you.
Hotti:
Hmm... Is that right...? ...Well, you know, I think I can let you in on a little secret...
Phoenix:
What's that?
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Actually, ... I'm not the real Director.
Phoenix:
Are you kidding!? Anyone with half a fly's brain knew that!
Hotti:
Eh!? Wh-What do you mean!?
Phoenix:
(Do I have to explain this to him...?)
Hotti:
Well, hmm... Hold on. I'll give you something. Real information, OK?
Phoenix:
?
Hotti:
I'm actually, this clinic's... See, I'm like this place's... "walking dictionpedia"...?
Phoenix:
You mean "walking encyclopedia"?
Hotti:
Y-Yeah, that. And my specialty is in young, silky-smooth hottie patients... There's nothing I don't know about them... But I get "embarrassed" talking about it.
Phoenix:
...Yeah... How about you keep that kind of information to yourself...?
Hotti:
Hoh, hoh, hoh. Anyway, you wanted to know about Miss Ini Miney, right?
Phoenix:
("Miss" Ini Miney?)
Hotti:
That girl... Ah, I remember her especially well... Really, especially, very well...
Lotta's Photo 1 or 2
Hotti:
Now this is what I'm talking about! Hmm, yes... nice. This is nice and exciting.
Phoenix:
What do you think? Does anything grab your attention?
Hotti:
There's no mistaking this is nice... Hmm, yes... I like... Yes... I like this picture... Hmm, yes... Mind if I borrow this for a while...? For... "private research" purposes...
Phoenix:
Umm, that's okay... (I don't think I should support his "research"...)
License Photo or Ini Miney profile
Hotti:
Mmm... Miss Ini is really cute in this picture. You'd agree, right?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, sure.
Hotti:
I wish I could see her again. Maybe the next time she has a big accident. Hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
...I'll tell her for you...
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Please... Hmm... I'll be waiting for her... Hmm... Yes... Waiting...
Maya Fey profile
Phoenix:
So about this girl...
Hotti:
Hmm... She is... Um... Not the best... Hmm, yes... But she'd be a great candidate for surgery... Hmm, yes, yes... Hmm... That's really the only thing I can prescribe for her...
Phoenix:
(...What is he talking about? What surgery...?)
Mia Fey profile
Phoenix:
Would you please take a look at this person...?
Hotti:
Oooh... This is, this is... ...A superb example of a woman... I'd like to... hmm, meet her... just one time... Bring her to me tomorrow. Hmm... She'll get special attention from me, I promise.
Phoenix:
(Wh-Where does he think he is!? This is a medical facility!!)
Pearl Fey profile
Phoenix:
So, about this girl...
Hotti:
Isn't she the patient down in room 206...? Hmm, yes... I'm sure that cute nurse is taking very good care of her. That nurse said the girl has chicken pox... or was it measles... Maybe the flu...?
Phoenix:
(Um, Pearls is fine and well, although I feel sorry for the nurse now.)
Mimi Miney profile
Phoenix:
About this person...
Hotti:
Hmm... Hmm... I feel like... I feel like... Somewhere... I've seen her somewhere before, I think... Hmm... Hmm... Well, when she comes tomorrow for her consultation, I'm sure we can get re-acquainted...
Phoenix:
(...I don't believe this...)
Franziska von Karma profile
Phoenix:
This person...
Hotti:
Ooh, she's nice. That look in her eye... She looks like a queen. She's glaring at me. Hmm... Ah, her stare is making me choke up in tears.
Phoenix:
...I... I was whipped by her... And it hurt... a lot...
Hotti:
Oh, wow! I am so JEALOUS! So? Did you cry? How did it feel?
Phoenix:
(...I cried a little... I think...? I can't actually remember...)
Director Hotti (purported) profile
Hotti:
Oh, it's me. Hmm, yes... My tuft of hair... It's so nice. Shows off my smartness... You should try it too. My new hairstyle that I invented...
Phoenix:
...Ah, that's OK. I'll pass on this one...
Any other evidence
Phoenix:
Um, so what do you know about this...?
Hotti:
I see this and, um, my mind's blank. Hmm, yes. It's boring, that's why. Boring. Hmm, yes... How do I put it? If you had more... Hmm... More attractive items... Yes...
Phoenix:
(...Attractive...? Huh?)
Any other profile
Phoenix:
So, I'd like to ask you about this person...
Hotti:
Hmm... Something tells me... Hmm, yes... Umm... No, nothing. There is no need to bring this person in for an exam. Wouldn't do it anyway. Hmm...
Phoenix:
(Even as a pretend doctor, he gets an F from me...)
(Clearing "The Operation" and "The Accident" "Talk" options leads to:)
Hotti:
It's been half a year since Miss Ini had her surgery and got better. She was discharged sometime in December last year.
Phoenix:
(It's already been half a year, huh...?)
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... So, how was I? I was a real help, wasn't I? Hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes... Thank you very much.
Hotti:
Hmm, yes... Well, then, I'll be getting back to my room then. Tell Miss Ini I said hi, OK? Hmm, yes...
Phoenix:
(It's time for me to leave too, hmm, yes... Ack! OK, it's definitely time to leave!)
Move
Kurain Village
Leads to:
June 21
Kurain Village
June 21Kurain Village
Lotta:
Hey! So how was it!? Didja go to the clinic?
Phoenix:
Yeah... I found out a few things... I guess...
Lotta:
...What's the matter? Ya ain't lookin' so well. Ah, yeah. So earlier, that ol' granny called the cops.
Phoenix:
...Huh? The cops? Why would Morgan call the police?
Lotta:
She said she had "somethin' to tell 'em". Things are sure gettin' interestin'.
Talk
Morgan
Lotta:
Ah, but honestly, I tell ya, that granny sure got her bloomers in a knot.
Phoenix:
Well, I guess you could put it that way...
Lotta:
It always starts out small, ya know? Stealin' the Master's seat, and controllin' the village folk... and now ya see what it's turned into? A murder, that's what.
Phoenix:
Yeah, what a mess. ... H-Hey, hold on!
Lotta:
What?
Phoenix:
That stuff you were just talking about... That's the first I've heard of it.
Lotta:
Heh, really? Well, it's old news to everyone else in the world.
Phoenix:
(Well, excuse me for not keeping up with gossip while I'm busy saving people!)
Phoenix:
You said something about "stealing the Master's seat"?
Lotta:
Yup. Right now, the Master is this medium named Misty Fey, but... the one that was really supposed to be the Master was that old granny.
Phoenix:
(Morgan was supposed to become... the Master...?)
Ini Miney
Phoenix:
Do you know where Ini is, Lotta?
Lotta:
Yeah, I saw her not too long ago. She's hangin' around that garden in the middle.
Phoenix:
OK, thanks.
Lotta:
Ya got somethin' to ask her?
Phoenix:
(Yeah. I've got a whole list of things only she can clear up for me...)
The Master (appears after Morgan)
Lotta:
So I hear the Master has always been the oldest daughter.
Phoenix:
The oldest daughter...?
Lotta:
Turns out, that old bat is Misty Fey's older sister...
Phoenix:
O-Oh?
Lotta:
They say the older sister is usually the one with more spiritual power.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, Maya said the same thing a long time ago... She warned me not to take Mia's powers lightly...)
Lotta:
Well, anyway... somehow, granny there lost to her younger sister, Misty.
Phoenix:
I see...
Lotta:
This made the townsfolk turn against her, so I hear. Said all sorta things too, like, "She's the oldest, and yet she doesn't have the power to be the next Master. Disgraceful."
Phoenix:
(Wow. I had no idea...) ...So what would've happened had Morgan been stronger...?
Lotta:
Maya's family woulda been the branch family, I reckon.
Meditation Room
Move
Winding Way
Leads to:
June 21
Fey Manor
Winding Way
June 21Fey ManorWinding Way
Ini:
Hey! Like, I haven't seen you in a while...
Phoenix:
Yeah. (I think I have enough to finally unlock her secret...)
Ini:
...Like, what's with that scary look on your face...?
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Traffic Accident --
Phoenix:
Please tell me about the traffic accident.
Ini:
Huh? Like, whose accident?
Phoenix:
Your sister's accident, naturally!
Ini:
Oh... Um, Oh, yeah... So, like, that Dr. Grey guy made my sister fall asleep... And, like, that's all I have to say about that.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(Interesting... Ini just asked, "Whose accident?"... Which means... She must know something about another person's accident...) Alright, let's change the topic, then. How about you tell me about a certain other person's accident?
Ini:
Huh? Another person's accident...? Like, you got someone in mind?
Present License Photo or Ini Miney profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I want to ask you about your own car accident."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Ini:
Oh wow. So, like, that person had a car accident too?
Phoenix:
You can't tell me you don't know.
Ini:
Like, how would I know if that person, like, had an accident?
Phoenix:
Oh.
Ini:
Besides, like, I'm an occult fan, not an ambulance chaser like you.
Phoenix:
Alright, I get it. OK, then let's see if you know about this person's accident!
Leads to:
"Huh? Another person's accident...? Like, you got someone in mind?"
Phoenix:
I want to ask you about your own car accident.
Ini:
M... Me!?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Ini:
So, wow, like, how strange. I have, like, no idea what you're talking about. Can you, like, prove I was in, like, an accident?
Present Newspaper Clipping 2
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Would you take a look at this?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here is your proof.
Ini:
...Like, this is so totally bringing me down.
Phoenix:
H-Huh?
Ini:
I know I'm, like, a little flakey, but do you really, like, think I'm an idiot?
Phoenix:
Ah, um, no... I didn't mean to suggest that...
Ini:
Like, let's make sure we're on the same page. I, like, want proof I was in an accident.
Phoenix:
(I thought I'd ease into this topic, but...) It doesn't matter what you say, I know you were in a car accident!
Leads back to:
"So, wow, like, how strange. I have, like, no idea what you're talking about."
Phoenix:
Would you take a look at this? It's a newspaper article from one year ago. It says, "Ms. Ini Miney Holds Interview About Crash".
Ini:
...Ah!
Phoenix:
You suffered a very bad injury and had to be admitted to a hospital, correct?
Ini:
L-Like, wait!
Phoenix:
What now?
Ini:
... Th-That's not me!
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Ini:
I mean, like, this person has, like, the same name, but she's totally not me. My name, "Ini Miney" is, like, pretty common.
Phoenix:
What in the world are you babbling about!? Your sister's name, "Mimi Miney" is in here too!
Ini:
Like, totally, wow... What a scary coincidence! I'm totally getting, like, goosebumps.
Phoenix:
(Y-You think I'm going to let you get away with that!?)
Ini:
So, like, now what? Like, do you have something that totally says I was hospitalized?
Present License Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is your proof."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Ini:
Um, like, you shouldn't throw, like, truffling things around, you know?
Phoenix:
...Truffling? (Um, "trifling", maybe?)
Ini:
So, like, let's use our brains, OK?
Leads back to:
"So, like, now what?"
Phoenix:
This is your proof.
Ini:
...Like, what's that picture supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
I got this from the hospital where you were hospitalized at.
Ini:
H-Huh? So?
Phoenix:
There was a certain patient there. He's quite a fan... As a memento of your stay, he stole this. I have to say, this photo looks like you.
Ini:
...That creepy fake Director!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
Now are you ready to tell me about the accident...?
Ini:
Like, wait a sec. OK, so, like, I was in an accident. Sure. But that's, like, totally not related to this murder!
Phoenix:
Actually, it is. Look at this article. It says that "one of the women died", correct?
Ini:
...A-And?
Phoenix:
That woman who died -- who do you suppose they mean?
Ini:
...
Phoenix:
Do you suppose the woman who died in that accident could be...?
Present Mimi Miney profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I believe it was your sister, Mimi Miney."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Do you suppose it could be this person...?
Ini:
... Like, no way.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Ini:
Like, the accident was, like, a year ago, so, like, what's this person got to do with it? I'm totally not interested in stupid people like you. Bye-bye...
Phoenix:
(...Ack, I have to stall her!) W-Wait! Look, I think I know who it is!
Leads back to:
"Do you suppose the woman who died in that accident could be...?"
Phoenix:
I believe it was your sister, Mimi Miney.
Ini:
Mimi...
Phoenix:
You were riding in your sister's car while she drove. The two of you were together when your accident occurred, making it one and the same!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Traffic accident
Ini:
Yeah... I was... riding... Riding in that car... with my sister. We were... like, on our way home... I was riding in the passenger seat when I fell asleep... ...and then, it happened. At the time, I grabbed for my purse, and escaped from the passenger-side door.
Phoenix:
...And your sister...?
Ini:
I, like, couldn't do anything... The car was full of smoke... I couldn't see anything...
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm sorry...
Dr. Grey (appears after Traffic accident)
Phoenix:
Did Dr. Grey really cause that accident by drugging your sister with sleeping pills?
Ini:
Like, he was totally out to get my sister... He totally did that to, like, pay my sister back...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I wonder... This does give Ini a good reason to want to murder Dr. Grey!)
Ini:
Ha ha ha. It seems simple, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
What do you mean!?
Ini:
But, it would be very hard to catch me. Actually, I'd say impossible.
Phoenix:
What!?
Ini:
I think you get the picture. I'm going to serve you a slice of humble pie! I hope you enjoy it. Ha ha ha...
(Clearing "Dr. Grey" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Kurain Village
Leads to:
June 21
Kurain Village
June 21Kurain Village
Phoenix:
...? Looks like something's up...
Pearl:
S-Stop... Stop! Leave my mother alone!
Gumshoe:
O-Ow! H-Hey, hold on, OK, pal!? I'm not gonna hurt...
Morgan:
Pearl, dear. It is perfectly alright. I will be out for a short while with this young man.
Pearl:
Mother! Please, let me go too!
Morgan:
No, you must stay here and protect the manor.
Pearl:
But...
Gumshoe:
Aww, don't make that face. Hey, I'll tell you what! I'll show you something cool. Here, look! It's a real pistol...
Morgan:
Detective! Do not upset me further!
Gumshoe:
Ah... Sorry...
Phoenix:
(...Poor Gumshoe... Being dragged off by the ear like that by Morgan... Owww...)
Pearl:
Mother...
Talk
Morgan
Pearl:
Mother... This has never happened before...
Phoenix:
Pearls...
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! ...I have a really bad feeling that I can't shake. I think something really bad is going to happen... I'm scared... ...I'm really scared, Mr. Nick...
Phoenix:
(Say something, Wright! Anything...! *sigh* I'm terrible at this.)
Maya
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, what about... What about Mystic Maya?
Phoenix:
She'll be alright. I think I've gathered enough evidence...
Pearl:
Mystic Maya... She must feel all alone. Please, Mr. Nick! Go visit her!
Phoenix:
Yeah, but... I can't just leave you here all alone, either.
Pearl:
I-I'll be fine! Please! Mystic Maya needs you by her side!
Phoenix:
(Her stare is really piercing... *shiver*)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Hey, Pearls... Could you take a look at...
Pearl:
...*sniffle*...
Phoenix:
(Aww... I can't do this to her now. She looks so pitiful and sad...)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
June 21
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
June 21, 6:38 PMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Mia:
You kept me waiting, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Mia!
Mia:
So, how are the preparations?
Phoenix:
I think I have enough evidence and information now... I think...
Mia:
Everything will be on your shoulders tomorrow. Whether Maya is found guilty or innocent... It's a heavy weight to bear.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... If memory serves... Mia had a few Psyche-Locks of her own...)
Phoenix:
Mia. I'm going to get the last piece of information I need.
Mia:
Sure. I welcome you to try.
Talk
The murderer
Phoenix:
Mia...
Mia:
Yes?
Phoenix:
Mia... You know something, don't you? About the real murderer, I mean.
Mia:
...!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Mia:
Why... do you think so?
Phoenix:
(It's really trying at times to be able to see other people's secrets...)
Mia:
It looks like it's time for you to explain your reasoning.
Phoenix:
Yeah... (A battle of wits against Mia! ...*gulp*)
The murderer (after Psyche-Locks appears)
Phoenix:
Mia, I want to help Maya any way I can. And to do that, I need to know who the real murderer is...
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Mia:
I know. Now, show me your ability as a lawyer.
Phoenix:
(This is it... The real murderer that Mia's been hesitant to name all this time!)
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Murderer --
Mia:
Phoenix... You think I'm hiding information about someone from you... Isn't that right?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Mia:
Alright, then. Tell me who you think I'm protecting.
Present Morgan Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Morgan Fey, of course."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Um, I think you're trying to protect this person...?
Mia:
Phoenix. Don't let me down like this.
Phoenix:
I... I'm sorry.
Mia:
Maya's life is on the line! Concentrate harder!
Phoenix:
(Mia's especially strict today...)
Mia:
So? Have you gathered your thoughts?
Leads back to:
"Alright, then. Tell me who you think I'm protecting."
Phoenix:
Morgan Fey, of course. There is no one else you would protect like this, Mia...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Mia:
Well done, but... While the murder was being committed, my aunt was outside with everyone else. Which means she already has an alibi.
Phoenix:
That's true...
Mia:
Show me some evidence that would cast suspicion onto my aunt.
Present Black Key
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
My evidence is this black key.
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
At the beginning of the channeling, Maya had possession of this key. And yet, somehow, it magically ended up in the incinerator in the center garden.
Mia:
...You're right.
Phoenix:
There is only one person who could have done that while I was busy calling the police. The person taking care of Maya -- Morgan.
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
What's that look mean?
Mia:
Your argument is too flimsy.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
When did the key find its way into the incinerator? It could have happened long after the murder happened.
Phoenix:
Long after...?
Mia:
Someone could have found the key somewhere and dumped it into the incinerator.
Phoenix:
But that's...
Mia:
That prosecutor would use something this small to shred your case. Do you have something other than just the key to cast suspicion on Morgan?
Present Cloth Scrap
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the other piece of evidence that points to Morgan as the culprit."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Mia:
Phoenix, we don't have any time left.
Phoenix:
(I haven't even said anything yet...)
Mia:
You can't pin my aunt as the murderer with one piece of evidence alone.
Leads back to:
"Do you have something other than just the key to cast suspicion on Morgan?"
Phoenix:
This is the other piece of evidence that points to Morgan as the culprit.
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
I also found this in the garden incinerator. It's the same material as Maya's costume... Except for the splotch of blood.
Mia:
But this piece may not even be from Maya's costume.
Phoenix:
But this is what Maya told me.
"While I was channeling, the key was sitting inside my sleeve."
And both this key and the piece of cloth were found inside the incinerator.
Phoenix:
Which means that this piece of cloth was a part of Maya's costume.
Mia:
But when Maya was arrested, she was wearing her costume.
Phoenix:
That just means someone changed her clothes.
Mia:
Changed her clothes? But why...?
Phoenix:
I don't know why. But... There is only one person who could've done that.
Mia:
The one person who was taking care of Maya... My aunt.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Leads to:
"You did very well, Phoenix."
Present Cloth Scrap
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The proof is this piece of cloth.
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
I found it in the incinerator near the Winding Way. It's the same material as Maya's costume... Except for the splotch of blood.
Mia:
You mean, it's from Maya's costume that she was wearing at the time of the murder?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Mia:
But when Maya was arrested, she was wearing her costume.
Phoenix:
That just means someone changed her clothes.
Mia:
Changed her clothes? But why...?
Phoenix:
I don't know why. But... There is only one person who could've done that.
Mia:
The one person who was taking care of Maya... My aunt. ...
Phoenix:
What's that look mean?
Mia:
Your argument is too flimsy.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
You have no proof that this piece of cloth is actually from Maya's costume.
Phoenix:
But... this blood...
Mia:
And do you know whose blood that is at this point in time? You don't, do you? Do you have any proof that piece of cloth is from Maya's costume?
Present Black Key
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I think this is the proof you're looking for."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Mia:
Phoenix, we don't have any time left.
Phoenix:
(I haven't even said anything yet...)
Mia:
You can't pin my aunt as the murderer with one piece of evidence alone.
Leads back to:
"Do you have any proof that piece of cloth is from Maya's costume?"
Phoenix:
I think this is the proof you're looking for.
Mia:
...The key to the Channeling Chamber, huh?
Phoenix:
At the beginning of the channeling, Maya had possession of this key. And yet, somehow, it magically ended up in the incinerator in the center garden.
Mia:
...You're right.
Phoenix:
And this is what Maya told me.
"While I was channeling, the key was sitting inside my sleeve."
And both this key and the piece of cloth were found inside the incinerator.
Phoenix:
Which means that this piece of cloth was a part of Maya's costume.
Mia:
It would certainly seem that way...
Phoenix:
Someone changed her into a different set of clothes. And then, burned the costume she was wearing in the incinerator. There is only one person who could've done that.
Mia:
The one person who was taking care of Maya... My aunt.
Phoenix:
Exactly!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Leads to:
"You did very well, Phoenix."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Um, I think this...?
Mia:
No. You're wrong. Try again.
Phoenix:
You're really unforgiving today, Mia...
Mia:
And I keep telling you... Don't take this lightly. Maya's life is on the line.
Phoenix:
(Mia is really serious...)
Mia:
Now, I'm going to ask you one more time.
Leads back to:
"While the murder was being committed, my aunt was outside with everyone else."
Mia:
You did very well, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Thank you.
Mia:
As long as you have those two pieces of evidence, you can cast suspicion on my aunt. However.
Phoenix:
H-However?
Mia:
Like I said in the beginning, my aunt has an alibi.
Phoenix:
Yeah... She was with us the whole time...
Mia:
Here's my final question. You don't have to present solid proof of this for me. But I want to know. If my aunt is the culprit, then how did she commit the murder?
Phoenix:
How she did it, huh...?
Mia:
I want to hear your thoughts. In order for my aunt to murder Dr. Grey, who or what did she need...?
Present Ini Miney profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Ini Miney. She's the answer to the final question."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
... (No idea... Just throwing things out now...)
Mia:
...And you were so close too, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Mia:
There is no way my aunt could have done it herself. So, thinking logically, where does that leave you? Should be easy for you to figure out...
Phoenix:
(So, if Morgan couldn't have done it herself... Then...)
Mia:
Come on, Phoenix. Think.
Leads back to:
"In order for my aunt to murder Dr. Grey, who or what did she need...?"
Phoenix:
...Ini Miney. She's the answer to the final question.
Mia:
Which means that my aunt and Ini Miney...
Phoenix:
...Were in cahoots!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
The murderer
Leads to:
"...Something's been bothering me all this time."
Mia:
...Something's been bothering me all this time. This crime is something no normal person could carry out. The person would have to know a lot about Fey Manor and the village itself to do this.
Phoenix:
...But Morgan already has an alibi...
Mia:
Yes, which is why I can't figure out how it was done. We can assume that Ini Miney is involved somehow...
Phoenix:
But we have one big problem on our hands.
Mia:
...A problem? With what?
Phoenix:
We don't have a motive.
Mia:
Why would Morgan want to kill Dr. Grey? Why would she have to?
Phoenix:
Also, we don't really know for sure that she was cooperating with Ini.
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
(Mia doesn't have a clue either, huh?)
Mia:
Hmm... Then, there is only one possibility...
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Mia:
Think about it, Phoenix. Why would my aunt do something like this? And why would she do it in such an underhanded fashion?
Phoenix:
Um... because...?
Mia:
Mother... She is the one who holds the key to this.
Phoenix:
Mother? Whose? Mine?
Mia:
Don't be silly. Mine, of course! Misty Fey.
Phoenix:
(Mia and Maya's mother? Why would she bring her up now...?)
Mia:
Now then... Looks like we've gathered everything we could. All we have to do is win tomorrow! Everything will become apparent then.
Phoenix:
R-Right, Chief! We won't lose!
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Reunion, and Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
June 22, 9:51 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Maya:
Um... Nick...
Phoenix:
Yeah?
Maya:
Did you know that Von Karma's daughter is only 18... Just like me...?
Phoenix:
Um, yeah. ...Why?
Maya:
I was just thinking about how strong she is... I mean, she's been in Germany all this time all by herself, and she's so grown up!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, and I'm sure she felt a lot of pressure from her father's reputation.
Maya:
...And then you look at me, and, well... I'm the daughter of the Master, but I'm still just a little girl. And on top of that, I'm the suspect in a murder trial.
Phoenix:
(Um... But I think you're really strong too, Maya, for all you've gone through...)
Pearl:
Good morning! The two of you look like you're doing well today. I'm happy for you!
Maya:
Hey! Morning, Pearly!
Pearl:
You'll be safe today, Mystic Maya!
Maya:
Huh? What do you mean?
Pearl:
My mother is coming today to show her support!
Maya:
Y-Yeah... Yeah! That's right, Pearly!
Phoenix:
Hey, Pearls...
Pearl:
...? Yes, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Um, do you think you could do me a big favor? Could you channel Mia today too?
Pearl:
Huh? ...I was sort of hoping to sit in the audience today and watch...
Phoenix:
...Please. It's very important to me. I don't feel confident enough without her help...
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! That's enough! You can't show weakness in front of the person you love!
Maya:
P-Pearly! N-Not this again...
Phoenix:
Please, can you do this for us, Pearls?
Pearl:
Um... Alright. I'll do it. I'll do it for Mystic Maya's sake. See you later, then! I'll leave you two to your alone time!
Phoenix:
...Phew, thank goodness.
Maya:
Nick?
Phoenix:
This way, Pearls won't be able to see today's trial...
Maya:
...Wh-What do you mean...? What's going on...?
June 22, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Maya Fey.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
von Karma:
Let's start already. Mr. Phoenix Wright. I look forward to tonight's news with great joy. The image of your defeated face will be transmitted all over the world!
Mia:
All over the world, huh? Sounds like you've made quite a name for yourself, Phoenix.
von Karma:
Don't be foolish, you foolish fool wearing the foolishly foolish clothes. The famous one is me! I'm the prodigy who has never lost a case since becoming a prosecutor five years ago. Naturally, the world's eyes are on me, as I conduct my first trial in this country!
Mia:
Uh, huh... That's nice, Ms. von Karma.
von Karma:
Hmph. Glad to see you're in such good "spirits" today, Ms. Fey.
Phoenix:
(Uhh... It's true what they say... Women really are scary when they fight... *gulp*)
Judge:
Now then. A very interesting theory was presented during yesterday's session.
von Karma:
That the defendant could have left the Channeling Chamber, correct?
Judge:
Yes. And this key is proof of that. This key, the only key to the Channeling Chamber, was not where it should have been.
von Karma:
Your Honor, I would like to say one thing before we begin.
Judge:
A-Alright... Let's hear it.
von Karma:
The prosecution has determined that from the time of the murder to the time of arrest, the defendant did indeed leave the room at one point.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Judge:
But... Ms. von Karma! Then... How do you explain this picture? Are you saying then, that the person in this picture is not the defendant...?
von Karma:
I never said that wasn't the defendant.
Judge:
Th-Then what is the meaning of this...?
von Karma:
All I am saying is that Maya Fey, after killing the victim, exited the room. And I believe that is when she dropped this key.
Judge:
Can you substantiate your claim?
von Karma:
Isn't that what I'm here for? The prosecution would like to call the defendant's aunt, Morgan Fey, to the stand.
Mia:
...Just as I suspected. Aunt Morgan...
Phoenix:
(Poor Mia... She seems really torn by this...)
von Karma:
Witness. Name and occupation.
Morgan:
My name is Morgan Fey, and I am a spirit medium, in a manner of speaking...
Judge:
I'm sorry, but what do you mean, "in a manner of speaking"...? Aaah!
von Karma:
I don't think anyone really cares. Now then, after the murder took place, you kept watch over the defendant, correct?
Morgan:
Yes, that is correct. I performed the Spirit Severing Technique on Mystic Maya then.
Judge:
S-Spirit Severing Technique?
Morgan:
A technique to remove a spirit from a body and send it back to the other world. That is...
Judge:
Yes...? That is...? Mmfph!
von Karma:
You. Be quiet. Now, witness. Something happened while you were performing this technique, correct?
Morgan:
...Yes, that is correct.
Phoenix:
Wh-What in the world could've...!?
Morgan:
Mystic Maya... She escaped from the room...
Judge:
Wh-What!?
von Karma:
And here we come to the heart of the matter. Maya Fey, while in a possessed state, managed to escape from the Channeling Chamber!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Ms. Fey! Please testify to this court what happened during that time!
Morgan:
Your Honor, I will try my best...
Mia:
I think someone just upped the ante on this trial...
Witness Testimony
-- Maya's Escape --
Morgan:
After we heard the gunshots, those two broke the door open and entered the Chamber.
I requested that Mr. Wright and the other lady please contact the police.
A pistol was hanging from Mystic Maya's hand and she was in a daze...
Then, quite suddenly, she thrusted me away from herself and escaped from the room.
With great strength, she hit the base of my neck and I fainted for a short while...
I'm afraid I have no knowledge of where she went after that.
Phoenix:
Why have you hidden this until now!?
Morgan:
I... I did not wish to cause more trouble for Mystic Maya. However... I must correct falsities when they arise.
von Karma:
That's right. She is simply correcting a falsity, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(Why is she making it a point to take a stab at me... Never mind.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, your cross-examination, please.
Mia:
My aunt is a very smart and sly person. It's going to be hard for us to find a crack in her testimony...
Cross Examination
-- Maya's Escape --
Morgan:
After we heard the gunshots, those two broke the door open and entered the Chamber.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Just now, you said, "those two." Who were the two people you were referring to?
Morgan:
I was referring to that foreign lady and yourself, good sir.
Phoenix:
Um, Lotta's not a foreigner... despite how she talks...
Morgan:
Oh, is that so? I'm sorry... I simply could not understand her atrocious English, not to mention she looked awful!
Phoenix:
(I can already see people in the heartland gearing up for a riot...)
Morgan:
In any case, I have already sent the repair bill to your office, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Oh, uh, thanks.
Judge:
Hmm... What did you do after that, Ms. Fey?
Morgan:
I requested that Mr. Wright and the other lady please contact the police.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was it really necessary to have two people do something so simple as call the police? If there was a possibility of escape, then one of us should have stayed behind!
Judge:
Hmm, yes. That is a very good point.
Morgan:
At that time, I, myself, was a little confused. On top of which, there was another...
Judge:
Another what, madam?
Morgan:
Oh, it's nothing. No need to concern yourself.
Phoenix:
(I want to hear the end of that sentence...)
Question further
Phoenix:
There was another reason you wanted both of us out of that room, wasn't there!?
Morgan:
...
Phoenix:
You must testify! Why did you chase us out of the room!?
Morgan:
...I simply did not wish for there to be more victims.
Phoenix:
...!
Morgan:
"The lives of both the good sir and that camera woman may be in danger..." is what I thought to myself.
Judge:
Well, that was very noble of you, Ms. Fey.
Phoenix:
(This is bad... Now people have a good impression of her and a bad one of us...)
Mia:
Looks like she caught us napping. That's my aunt for you...
Judge:
Are you satisfied now, Mr. Wright? Ms. Fey, please continue.
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(The last bit of her sentence sounds like a red herring... If that's the case, I'm not going to fall into her trap today.)
Judge:
If the defense has no further questions, let us press on.
Morgan:
A pistol was hanging from Mystic Maya's hand and she was in a daze...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
During our investigation, you stated that you struck the defendant on the head, and this strike caused Maya to lose conciousness. Do you stand by this statement?
Morgan:
I'm afraid I don't. The statement I gave you was a lie...
Phoenix:
...! B-But why would you lie about something like that!?
Morgan:
It is very painful for me to say this, however...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
The witness was lying to cover for the defendant.
Phoenix:
(She was... covering for Maya...?)
Question further
Phoenix:
So, you were "covering for the defendant"!?
Morgan:
Well, yes... It was only later that I was informed of what had occurred. That the renegade Mystic Maya had done something very unexpected...
Judge:
S-Something unexpected!? What, pray tell, did sh-- Oogh!
von Karma:
This witness didn't and couldn't have seen what happened. If you want to know what this unexpected thing was, there is always later.
Judge:
Y-Yes, very well...
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Why does it suddenly feel like there's a rock in the pit of my stomach...?)
von Karma:
Now, witness, continue with what happened.
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(I'm sure Von Karma's allowing this testimony because it's advantageous to her... ...Which means I shouldn't press Morgan any further...)
von Karma:
You're finally beginning to understand, aren't you, Mr. Phoenix Wright... Now, witness, continue with what happened.
Morgan:
Then, quite suddenly, she thrusted me away from herself and escaped from the room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was it really that easy for her to escape from you?
Morgan:
I'm ashamed to admit to such a thing, however, yes...
Phoenix:
But you are physically larger and stronger than the defendant. There is no way she could have escaped from you so easily...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Have you forgotten already, Mr. Phoenix Wright? What about this picture!? Remember that at the time, the defendant was not physically "Maya Fey".
Phoenix:
...Ack!
Judge:
Hmm... Growing old is such a mysterious thing. Trust me, I know first-hand.
Morgan:
Basically, Mystic Maya's body was still that of the nurse she had called.
Phoenix:
But if she had run away, wouldn't you have given chase right away!?
Morgan:
Well, yes, I would have... however...
Morgan:
With great strength, she hit the base of my neck and I fainted for a short while...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You fainted...?
Morgan:
I became dizzy, and then collapsed onto the floor.
Judge:
How long were you unconscious?
Morgan:
I... I'm not sure. About ten minutes, perhaps.
Judge:
Hmm... And the defendant almost certainly went somewhere in that time...
von Karma:
Happy? Witness, elaborate on that point for us.
Morgan:
I'm afraid I have no knowledge of where she went after that.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Is that because you were unconscious?
Morgan:
Why, yes...
Phoenix:
(Great, well, now what...?)
Question further
Phoenix:
So while you were unconscious, you have absolutely no idea where the defendant went?
Morgan:
I would think that's obvious, good sir.
Phoenix:
If that's true... then how can you know for sure that the defendant left the Channeling Chamber at all!?
Judge:
Now that you mention it... I have to wonder myself!
von Karma:
It's true that this witness is not able to confirm this. But the key word here is "this" witness.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that!?
Mia:
It means she has another witness up her sleeve. That's what. It looks like Ms. von Karma is ready to move on to her next witness.
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(If she fainted, then there's no way she can testify any more than she has... If I press her, I'm not going to get anything useful anyway...)
Judge:
Hmm... Well, then... Let's continue on with the testimony, shall we?
Mia:
I can't see a crack in her testimony...
Phoenix:
Wh-What should we do...?
Mia:
For now, we should try and get more information out of her. After we get more information from her we may be able to use it later to our advantage.
(Pressing second, third, fourth and sixth statement leads to:)
Judge:
That's enough! From what I can tell, there is nothing wrong with this witness' testimony. And from what she has said, we can establish that Maya Fey did leave the Chamber.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I hope this isn't going to come back and bite us in the butt...)
von Karma:
Now, let's take the next logical step and ask, "Where did the defendant go after leaving the Channeling Chamber?"
Judge:
Yes, yes... That is exactly what we should b-- Eeek!
von Karma:
Be quiet, you! Now then, what the escapee had done was she had gone to speak with a certain person!
Phoenix:
She... She went to speak with someone!?
Judge:
Wh-Who was it!?
von Karma:
The prosecution calls Ms. Ini Miney, who was sleeping in the Side Room at the time.
Phoenix:
I-Ini Miney...?
Mia:
I think you can see where this is headed...
von Karma:
Witness. Name and occupation.
Ini:
Um... OK, so my name is, like, Ini Miney. I'm, like, researching, like, parapsychology stuff at the, um, university.
Judge:
What is this "parapsychology"?
Ini:
Um... Let's see... It's, like, I guess, most people call it "occult stuff".
Judge:
Even if that's what most people call it, I can't say I understand what that means...
von Karma:
Then I suggest you go home and research it yourself.
Judge:
Yes, sir.
von Karma:
Now then, Ms. Miney, after the murder took place, you spoke with the defendant, Maya Fey. Is this correct?
Ini:
Um... Well... Hmm... Like, I guess...
von Karma:
If that's the case, then let's hear your testimony. That IS alright, isn't it, Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes, sir.
Phoenix:
(For the love of all things good, Your Honor, have some spine... For my sake...)
Witness Testimony
-- After the Murder --
Ini:
Like, when the channeling started, I was, like, sleeping in the Side Room.
Like, a little later, someone came into the room, like, really suddenly.
It was, like, oh my gawd, totally my sister!
I, like, hadn't seen her in like, so long... I was so happy in, like, a sad way...
My sister... She, like, told me something, like, totally terrible.
Judge:
Now hold your horses, young lady! You're saying the person that entered was your sister!? Don't you mean the defendant, Maya Fey...?
von Karma:
Really, now... Your Honor. Maya Fey was still in the middle of channeling at that time.
Judge:
A-Are you saying that the spirit was the spirit of this witness' sister!?
von Karma:
Yes, Mimi Miney. She was a nurse at Dr. Grey's clinic.
Judge:
Oh... W-Well... This is...
von Karma:
Witness.
Ini:
Like, yeah?
von Karma:
In your testimony, you mentioned a "terrible" thing. Why don't you tell the court what this terrible thing was? I'm sure we'd love to hear about it.
Ini:
...Um, like... Do I totally, like, really have to?
von Karma:
Of course.
Judge:
Ms. Miney... please.
Ini:
... My sister... Like, this is what she said to me.
That was... no accident... I was drugged... with sleeping pills... I was murdered... by that person... That's why... I took... my revenge... It's only fair... Isn't it... ...Ini?
Judge:
She "took her revenge?" Are you sure that's what she said?
Ini:
Y-Yes...
von Karma:
There, are you satisfied, Your Honor?
Judge:
...I still can't believe it. I can't believe that a spirit would go so far as to use a medium to get revenge...
von Karma:
It is a bit hard to swallow, however, all the evidence and testimonies point to this as the truth! ...The end.
Judge:
...What do you think, Mr. Wright? It certainly seems like all the loose ends are accounted for...
Phoenix:
(This... This testimony just now... Was it all made up? Was it just one huge lie...?)
Mia:
Of course it was, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
...Mia! What do you mean?
Mia:
It's well constructed... but that's all it is. But even the most well-spun lies can be undone. We can do it, Phoenix. Let's find that one loose thread and unwind this tapestry of lies.
Phoenix:
Your Honor! There is room for doubt, so the defense will cross-examine this witness. We believe that our cross-examination will reveal the real truth behind this murder!
von Karma:
Yet again the foolish fool spouts out more foolishly foolish drabble... I wonder if you'll make this one more entertaining than the last...
Cross Examination
-- After the Murder --
Ini:
Like, when the channeling started, I was, like, sleeping in the Side Room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was that because of your, um... sesame allergy, was it?
Ini:
Like, that's right. I, like, think there were sesame seeds, like, in the lunch they served that day. I had this, like, premonition that it was going to totally be a "seedy" day.
von Karma:
Yes, indeed.
Judge:
Hmm... I see...
Phoenix:
(...Am I the only one who missed the boat here...?)
Judge:
Anyway, so you were taking a nap. Did something happen while you were sleeping?
Ini:
Like, a little later, someone came into the room, like, really suddenly.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Do you know the time?
Ini:
Um, uh... Like, maybe a little before 11 AM? Something like that, I think...
Phoenix:
E-Eleven AM...?
Ini:
Yeah. Like, my stomach is totally ready for, like, food.
Phoenix:
... Ah, no... I think you misunderstood me... I'm not asking what time it is now... I meant what time was it when the "someone" came into your room!
Ini:
Oh! So, like, that's what you meant! Like, you shoulda been more, like, clear about it!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry. My bad.
Ini:
No, it's OK. Like, it's really...
Phoenix:
...
Ini:
...?
Phoenix:
...That's it? Why'd you stop mid-sentence!?
Ini:
Did I? ...So, like... what was I talking about again...?
Phoenix:
... N-Never mind...
von Karma:
...Witness. About this person who entered the Side Room...
Ini:
It was, like, oh my gawd, totally my sister!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely sure?
Ini:
...I guess?
Phoenix:
You "guess"...? Was it or was it not your sister who entered?
Ini:
Like, I don't know. I mean, like, I totally don't know "your sister" at all, Mr. Smith.
Phoenix:
(First off, my name is not Mr. Smith. Second, I'm an only child. ...Hmm, but more than that, she's managed to mess up the question with her answer...)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Th-The defense rests...
von Karma:
Well, that was a colossal waste of our time! Now then, witness. How did you feel when you saw Ms. Mimi Miney?
Ini:
I, like, hadn't seen her in, like, so long... I was so happy in, like, a sad way...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You were... happy in a sad way...?
Ini:
Yeah, like, I mean, it was my sister!
Phoenix:
But wouldn't most people react here with surprise at seeing a dead loved one alive again?
Ini:
Um, but, like, maybe if I was, like, someone who didn't know about, like, the occult. But I, like, know all about the Kurain Channeling Technique.
von Karma:
The point here, is the witness immediately recognized that it was her "sister".
Ini:
Yeah, like, what she said.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Should I drop this  line of questioning...?)
Question further
Phoenix:
So you really didn't think anything "strange" of the whole encounter?
Ini:
No. Like, there wasn't any reason for me to, like, think anything was "strange".
Phoenix:
But... OWW!
von Karma:
Don't keep badgering her.
Phoenix:
...You know the phrase, "Objection!"? Could you try using that once in a while...?
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright. This question of what the witness felt when she saw her sister... is it really that important?
Oh, it's nothing.
Phoenix:
"Is it really that important?" Let me ask you: Is it really that important for you to ask?
Judge:
Of course it's very important.
Phoenix:
Well, I don't think it's that important at all! Yeow!
von Karma:
Stop spewing such nonsensical things then. Pay no attention to this twit and continue, witness.
Ini:
Like, OK.
It is very important.
Phoenix:
It is very important! (Although I haven't quite figured out what "it" is yet. But I've got to bluff for now and make it seem like I know what I'm talking about...)
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright. Ms. Miney, please amend your testimony.
Ini:
Like, OK. I'm, like, totally cool with that.
Change statement:
"I, like, hadn't seen her in, like, so long... I was so happy in, like, a sad way..." to "I wasn't, like, scared at all. And, like, her costume looked totally, like, normal."
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(There's no need to press her over something this minor... I should be trying to find a more decisive problem with her testimony...)
Ini:
So, like, is it OK? I'm going to, like, finish my story, OK?
Ini:
I wasn't, like, scared at all. And, like, her costume looked totally, like, normal.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, there was nothing odd at all about your sister's appearance?
Ini:
Like, yeah. Nothing was, like, weird.
Phoenix:
(...Hmm...)
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
(Hm? ...Mia's talking to herself like she's found something wrong...)
Mia:
...That's impossible...
Phoenix:
(...?)
Ini:
Like, is everything OK? Can I, like, go on...?
Present Maya's Costume or Lotta's Photo 2
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"That was a very well-spun lie, Ms. Ini."
Ini:
My sister... She, like, told me something, like, totally terrible.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Something "terrible"? What was this thing she told you?
Ini:
Huh? Like, didn't I just, like, tell you about it? Did you, like, forget already?
von Karma:
A foolish fool with a foolish sieve for a brain only speaks foolishly with foolish words.
Phoenix:
(Well, excuuuse me, Princess. ...Anyway, should I ask to hear the story again...?)
Don't bother asking
Phoenix:
(I did just hear this story. It's not like my memory is that bad...) Actually, the defense is fine and does not need to hear the story again.
Judge:
Very well. You may continue your testimony, Ms. Miney.
Ask to hear it again
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but could I hear the story one more time?
Ini:
Like, sure, no problem. I'll even, like, tell it all spooky-like for you.
That was... no accident... I was drugged... with sleeping pills... I was murdered... by that person... That's why... I took... my revenge... It's only fair... Isn't it... ...Ini?
Ini:
...Like, how was that?
Judge:
It was a little scary...
Ini:
Like, I'm sorry. Maybe I, like, put too much spookiness into it...?
Phoenix:
(I know there has to be something here I can use... But where!?)
Mia:
She really put a lot of thought into this lie, didn't she? We can't rush this. Let's take it slowly, one step at a time. She's bound to slip up somewhere. Don't give up. But don't get careless, OK? Remember, calm and collected.
Phoenix:
That was a very well-spun lie, Ms. Ini.
Ini:
...!
von Karma:
Wh-What are you babbling about this time, Mr. Phoenix Wright!?
Phoenix:
It's well constructed... but that's all it is.
Mia:
Stealing MY lines now, are we, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney, may I remind you of what you said? You said that there was nothing strange about your sister's appearance.
Ini:
L-Like, yeah... And...?
Phoenix:
But I don't really think you thought that at all. Take a look at this picture. This is a picture of the "sister" you met. I would think that even you would be surprised if someone like this appeared before you.
von Karma:
... The blood spray...
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney! Why did you not include the blood you saw in your testimony!? If you were really testifying, and not lying, you would have noted it right off the bat!
Ini:
Ummm...!
Judge:
Order! Order! Ms. Miney! What is the meaning of this!?
Ini:
...
Judge:
...Ms. Miney?
Ini:
I'm thinking! Don't interrupt me!
Judge:
...Um, that... Eep!
von Karma:
And what are you stammering about, Your Honor...?
Judge:
Um, uh... Well... I... I uhh...
Mia:
That witness... Her personality did a complete 180 there.
Phoenix:
Lots of people do that when they get on the stand, though.
Mia:
...
von Karma:
First of all, calm yourself down, witness.
Ini:
... Like, I'm sorry. I, like, didn't mean to snap...
von Karma:
Now, hurry up with the testimony.
Judge:
I-If you please...
Phoenix:
(Ugh... The judge still looks a little shaken up... A lot of help he's going to be...)
Witness Testimony
-- After the Murder, Pt.2 --
Ini:
Like, the Side Room was, like, kinda dark, you know?
So like, the costume is, like, purple, right? The blood totally blended right in.
And I, like, persuaded my sister it wasn't, like, right to do something like that.
And then... like, I took my sister to the Channeling Chamber.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, now I see. And you have given us a clear reason for why you didn't notice the blood.
Ini:
You think? Like, thanks, gramps!
Judge:
Are you satisfied, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Alright, I guess not... Very well. You may question the witness.
Cross Examination
-- After the Murder, Pt.2 --
Ini:
Like, the Side Room was, like, kinda dark, you know?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Really? Because I thought it was pretty bright inside that room.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Don't push your subjective opinions onto this court.
Ini:
Like, that's right!
Phoenix:
Um, excuse me, but how is my statement any more subjective than Ms. Miney's?
von Karma:
You are such a hopeless cause. Witness, you may feel free to ignore this trite little man.
Ini:
Like, OK.
Phoenix:
(Uuugh... Can't breathe... Let me outta here...)
Ini:
So like, the costume is, like, purple, right? The blood totally blended right in.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You... didn't see the blood...?
Ini:
Like, yeah.
Phoenix:
But she must have had the gun with her at that time as well.
Ini:
...! That's um...
Phoenix:
Are you going to tell me next that you didn't notice the gun either!?
Ini:
I, like, totally didn't. All I was looking at was, like, her face...
Judge:
Hmm...
von Karma:
... Continue.
Ini:
And I, like, persuaded my sister it wasn't, like, right to do something like that.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And what was your sister, Ms. Mimi Miney, like at the time?
Ini:
Well, she was, like, totally flipped out 'cause she just shot Dr. Grey... But, I think, like, she knew. She, like, said she did something really bad. And, like, she said she wanted to go with me to, like, apologize to Ms. Morgan.
Phoenix:
Did Mimi's spirit really say all that to you...?
Ini:
Like, yeah...
After pressing 4th statement
Phoenix:
May I ask you one more thing, Ms. Miney?
Ini:
Like, sure.
Phoenix:
Was there anything you found strange, unusual, or just out of place?
Ini:
Something out of place? Huh? Like, when do you mean?
Phoenix:
Uh, when...? Um... When you...
were in the Side Room.
Phoenix:
I'm talking about when you were in the Side Room, of course!
Ini:
Um... Like, no, nothing strange.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... What should I do...?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Think harder! I know you can remember something!
Ini:
I, like, totally can't!
von Karma:
Just give up already, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if I put too much faith in Ini's ability to do anything with that brain...)
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(Even if I push her, this is probably a dead end... I should search for something stronger to hook her with.)
Judge:
...Hmm... Well, if the defense is finished, please continue with your testimony.
Ini:
Like, OK.
were going to the crime scene.
Phoenix:
I'm talking about when you were going to the Channeling Chamber, of course!
Ini:
Um... Like, no, nothing strange.
Phoenix:
(She answered rather quickly... Now what...?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Think harder! I know you can remember something!
Ini:
I, like, totally can't!
Phoenix:
That's not good enough! You have to explain yourself clearly to this court!
Judge:
Hmm... Do you think, Mr. Wright, that whether or not there was something odd on the way to the Channeling Chamber is all that important?
It's very important.
Phoenix:
I ask because it is VERY important! (...Not that I know where I'm going with this...)
Judge:
Very well. Ms. Miney, if you will, please include a statement about this in your testimony.
Ini:
Like, I don't get why, but, OK.
Add statement:
"I, like, didn't see anyone on the way to, like, the Channeling Chamber."
It's not that important.
Phoenix:
...Actually, I really have no idea!
Judge:
Then don't say it like you know what you're talking about!
von Karma:
This has been the most extravagant waste of time that I've ever seen.
Judge:
Let's continue on with the testimony.
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(Even if I push her, this is probably a dead end... I should search for something stronger to hook her with.)
Judge:
...Hmm... Well, if the defense is finished, please continue with your testimony.
Ini:
Like, OK.
arrived at the crime scene.
Phoenix:
I'm talking about when you arrived at the Channeling Chamber, of course!
Ini:
Um... Like, no, nothing strange.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... What should I do...?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Think harder! I know you can remember something!
Ini:
I, like, totally can't!
von Karma:
Just give up already, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if I put too much faith in Ini's ability to do anything with that brain...)
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(Even if I push her, this is probably a dead end... I should search for something stronger to hook her with.)
Judge:
...Hmm... Well, if the defense is finished, please continue with your testimony.
Ini:
Like, OK.
Ini:
And then... like, I took my sister to the Channeling Chamber.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was your sister calm by that time?
Ini:
Like, I guess so... I guess maybe, like, taking her revenge on Dr. Grey, like, made her feel a lot better...
von Karma:
I'd like to feel a lot better too... Mr. Phoenix Wright. The sooner the better...
Phoenix:
(She says with her whip at the ready...)
Ini:
And, like, Ms. Morgan was the only one in the Channeling Chamber, you know?
After pressing 3rd statement
Phoenix:
May I ask you one more thing, Ms. Miney?
Ini:
Like, sure.
Phoenix:
Was there anything you found strange, unusual, or just out of place?
Ini:
Something out of place? Huh? Like, when do you mean?
Phoenix:
Uh, when...? Um... When you...
were in the Side Room.
Phoenix:
I'm talking about when you were in the Side Room, of course!
Ini:
Um... Like, no, nothing strange.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... What should I do...?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Think harder! I know you can remember something!
Ini:
I, like, totally can't!
von Karma:
Just give up already, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if I put too much faith in Ini's ability to do anything with that brain...)
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(Even if I push her, this is probably a dead end... I should search for something stronger to hook her with.)
Judge:
...Hmm... Well, if the defense is finished, please continue with your testimony.
Ini:
Like, OK.
were going to the crime scene.
Phoenix:
I'm talking about when you were going to the Channeling Chamber, of course!
Ini:
Um... Like, no, nothing strange.
Phoenix:
(She answered rather quickly... Now what...?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Think harder! I know you can remember something!
Ini:
I, like, totally can't!
Phoenix:
That's not good enough! You have to explain yourself clearly to this court!
Judge:
Hmm... Do you think, Mr. Wright, that whether or not there was something odd on the way to the Channeling Chamber is all that important?
It's very important.
Phoenix:
I ask because it is VERY important! (...Not that I know where I'm going with this...)
Judge:
Very well. Ms. Miney, if you will, please include a statement about this in your testimony.
Ini:
Like, I don't get why, but, OK.
Add statement:
"I, like, didn't see anyone on the way to, like, the Channeling Chamber."
It's not that important.
Phoenix:
...Actually, I really have no idea!
Judge:
Then don't say it like you know what you're talking about!
von Karma:
This has been the most extravagant waste of time that I've ever seen.
Judge:
Let's continue on with the testimony.
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(Even if I push her, this is probably a dead end... I should search for something stronger to hook her with.)
Judge:
...Hmm... Well, if the defense is finished, please continue with your testimony.
Ini:
Like, OK.
arrived at the crime scene.
Phoenix:
I'm talking about when you arrived at the Channeling Chamber, of course!
Ini:
Um... Like, no, nothing strange.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... What should I do...?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Think harder! I know you can remember something!
Ini:
I, like, totally can't!
von Karma:
Just give up already, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if I put too much faith in Ini's ability to do anything with that brain...)
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(Even if I push her, this is probably a dead end... I should search for something stronger to hook her with.)
Judge:
...Hmm... Well, if the defense is finished, please continue with your testimony.
Ini:
Like, OK.
Ini:
I, like, didn't see anyone on the way to, like, the Channeling Chamber.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Try to remember that time!
Ini:
... Oh! Like, I remember! I remember, like, I totally didn't see anyone on the way.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess this really is a dead end...)
Mia:
Something you finally pull out of a witness is never a dead end, Phoenix.
Present Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I've finally found the fault, or I guess in your case, the "crack" in your perfect lie.
Ini:
...
Phoenix:
Take a look at this urn.
Ini:
Like, urn...?
Phoenix:
There are cracks. Do you see them?
Ini:
S-So? Like, what does that prove?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Who cares about some worn-out old urn!?
Ini:
Like, yeah. I already, like, said I didn't see, like, anyone on the way to the Channeling Chamber. I didn't, like, totally say anything about, like, an urn, did I?
Phoenix:
It looks like you still don't understand. I propose that if you had really been walking along the Winding Way at that time, there was no way you could not have seen this person!
Present Pearl Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I'd like to introduce someone to you."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Oops, silly me. Slip of the finger.
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright. You need to keep control of that finger of yours'.
Phoenix:
...As I thought, this is the wrong piece of evidence. Oww!
von Karma:
An irresponsible lawyer has no place in this court! I suggest you go home!
Phoenix:
(Oww... So it's come down to a blunt "go home"...)
Mia:
Don't over-think this. All you need to do is remember what happened yesterday.
Leads back to:
"I propose that if you had really been walking along the Winding Way at that time,"
Phoenix:
I'd like to introduce someone to you. This is Ms. Morgan Fey's daughter, Pearl Fey.
Judge:
Y-Yes...? And how is this child relevant...?
Phoenix:
It just so happens that at the time of the murder, Pearl was playing in the center garden.
Judge:
Oh...
Phoenix:
And she just happened to break this urn.
Judge:
Oh... OHHH!
von Karma:
W-Wait! She... broke the urn...?
Phoenix:
Yup. She accidentally knocked it over with her ball!
Ini:
Nnaaawrr!
Leads to:
"And Pearl was the one who put it back together..."
Present Pearl Fey profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You say that you didn't see anyone on the way to the Channeling Chamber... However, that is impossible! I'd like to introduce someone to you. This is Ms. Morgan Fey's daughter, Pearl Fey.
von Karma:
Interesting, you have a semi-intelligent look on your face. So? What about this child?
Phoenix:
It just so happens that at the time of the murder, Pearl was playing in the center garden.
von Karma:
The garden...?
Phoenix:
Yup! Which means anyone walking through the area would have to have seen her! So, Ms. Miney, what do you have to say to that!?
Ini:
Nnaaawrr!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
As the court can see... she's a bit of an airhead. Also, she was leading her "sister" at that time. Do you honestly think she would have noticed a simple child playing!? Preposteous!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
It's not preposterous, and I can prove it!
von Karma:
Wh-What sort of foolish...
Phoenix:
There is no way someone walking along the Winding Way could not have noticed Pearl!
Present Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This urn is my proof."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Oops, silly me. Slip of the finger.
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright. You need to keep control of that finger of yours'.
Phoenix:
...As I thought, this is the wrong piece of evidence. Oww!
von Karma:
An irresponsible lawyer has no place in this court! I suggest you go home!
Phoenix:
(Oww... So it's come down to a blunt "go home"...)
Mia:
Don't over-think this. All you need to do is remember what happened yesterday.
Leads back to:
"There is no way someone walking along the Winding Way could not have noticed Pearl!"
Phoenix:
This urn is my proof.
von Karma:
An old, cracked clay pot? What is that going to prove?
Phoenix:
Do you know why it's cracked? It's because Pearl broke it! That's why!
Judge:
She broke the urn...? Yeow!
von Karma:
Why... Why do I feel like you're about to ruin my beautiful day...?
Phoenix:
This urn was broken around the time the channeling started!
Ini:
Ah!
Leads to:
"And Pearl was the one who put it back together..."
Phoenix:
(No good. I can't find anything wrong...)
Mia:
Phoenix, the Judge believes this testimony. If you don't find some sort of hitch in her statement...
Phoenix:
He'll end the trial... I know...
Mia:
We have to give it another shot! It doesn't matter how many times we listen. We can't give up!
Phoenix:
And Pearl was the one who put it back together... ...while sitting right in the middle of the Winding Way!
Ini:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney.
Ini:
...!
Phoenix:
Pearl was there, in the Winding Way at that time. She was hard at work, putting the pieces of the urn back together, you see. If you couldn't see that while you were walking, I'd have to declare you legally blind!
Ini:
G...Grrrrr...
Phoenix:
I think I have sufficiently proven one thing, Ms. Miney. You are a masterful liar!
Ini:
Arghnnn!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You need to watch what you say!
Phoenix:
The one who needs to watch what she's saying is the witness! So, Ms. Miney! Tell us the truth!
Ini:
A-About what!?
Phoenix:
About what!? About where you really were at the time of the murder, of course!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
The witness just testified about that!
Ini:
Th-That's right! I was, like, sleeping in the Side Room...
Phoenix:
(...Can I really believe her? Was she really sleeping in the Side Room...!?)
Yeah, I guess so.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess so. Sorry, my mistake.
Judge:
Very well. Now, then, let's proceed.
Mia:
Wait! Phoenix!
Phoenix:
Wh-What? Did I miss something again?
Mia:
You shouldn't let up on this line of questioning.
Phoenix:
Huh? Why not?
Mia:
Who is the only person you didn't see with your own eyes at the time of the murder?
Phoenix:
It was Ini Miney, correct?
Mia:
Which means, you can safely assume... She is the real murderer.
Phoenix:
That's a pretty daring assumption...
Mia:
But it's the most obvious, isn't it? I mean, is there anyone else?
Phoenix:
Well, no, I guess not.
Mia:
It's worth a shot, even if it's in the dark. So, let's try to prove that Ms. Miney was not in the Side Room at the time!
Phoenix:
(Umm, this is bluff number...? We've done this so many times in this case I've lost count.)
Leads to:
"Your lies end here!"
There is no way!
Leads to:
"Your lies end here!"
Phoenix:
Your lies end here!
Ini:
Wh-What do you!?
Phoenix:
The witness says that during the actual murder, she was asleep in the Side Room. And I say that's not possible, because there is clearly a contradiction here!
Judge:
A contradiction...!? Where is this contradiction!?
It's in her testimony just now.
Leads to:
"Earlier in your testimony, Ms. Miney, you made the following statement."
It's in the evidence.
Phoenix:
The answer is in the Court Record!
Judge:
Wh-What!?
von Karma:
Hmph. Planning to throw out another irrelevant piece of evidence?
Judge:
Very well. The court will see this evidence...
Mia:
Wait!
Phoenix:
M-Mia!
Mia:
I don't know what you plan on showing to the court, but I can guarantee you the answer is not there. Just this once, I'll lend you a hand. Now, rethink your answer.
Phoenix:
A-Alright...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. What is your answer?
Phoenix:
(Argh! OK, time to add another bluff to the pile...)
Leads back to:
"The witness says that during the actual murder, she was asleep in the Side Room."
Help me, Mia!
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I may have overreached on this one... Is there really a contradiction somewhere...?)
Mia:
Don't worry, you're on the right path, Phoenix. It might be a little hard for you to see the contradiction, but it's there. So, just this once, do you want me to help you out?
Yes, please help me!
Phoenix:
Please, I need your help right now!
Mia:
H-Hold on... First, calm down, Phoenix. ...Good. ...That girl... She slipped up with her words.
Phoenix:
...Her words?
Mia:
If she really was in the Side Room the entire time, then she just testified about something she shouldn't have any knowledge of.
Phoenix:
A-And what is that!?
Mia:
The rest is for you to figure out on your own.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. What is your answer?
Phoenix:
(Argh! OK, time to add another bluff to the pile...)
Leads back to:
"The witness says that during the actual murder, she was asleep in the Side Room."
No, I think I can do it.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, it's "hard for me to see"...? I can't just accept her help without thinking it through myself!)
Mia:
Ha ha, that's the spirit. Give it another try.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. What is your answer?
Phoenix:
(Argh! OK, time to add another bluff to the pile...)
Leads back to:
"The witness says that during the actual murder, she was asleep in the Side Room."
Phoenix:
Earlier in your testimony, Ms. Miney, you made the following statement.
Ini:
And, like, Ms. Morgan was the only one in the Channeling Chamber, you know?
Phoenix:
It's true that at the time, both myself and Ms. Hart were not there. We had gone to call the police.
Ini:
...S-So? Like, what does that, like, have to do with anything!?
Phoenix:
It's very simple. Ms. Miney, how did you know that fact?
Ini:
...H-How...?
Phoenix:
I concede that Ms. Fey was the only person in the Channeling Chamber. However, someone who was "asleep" in the Side Room could not have known that!
Ini:
...!
Phoenix:
Which means, Ms. Miney! You did, in fact, go to the Channeling Chamber. However, you didn't go there by way of the Winding Way!
Ini:
Gwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Judge:
B-But! Look at the manor guidemap! If one were to go between the Side Room and the Channeling Chamber, one would have to use the Winding Way!
Phoenix:
Yes, that's right, Your Honor. Which is why... Which is why I ask this very important question! Where was the witness at the time of the murder!?
Ini:
...Umm... Urrrr...
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney! Please answer the question!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
... Don't ask a question off of a baseless assumption, if you please...
Phoenix:
...!
von Karma:
Well, I suppose since you've put it out on the table, Mr. Phoenix Wright... you might as well answer the question for us! "Where was the witness at the time of the murder!?"
Mia:
Now's your chance, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Yeah!
Mia:
The only person who could have killed Dr. Grey was Ini Miney! So now is the time to prove it!
Judge:
Now, then, Mr. Wright. Let's hear your answer. Where was the witness when the murder took place...?
Present Channeling Chamber
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Miney was here, of course!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
She was here...
Mia:
Phoenix! Did you turn the map upside down!?
Phoenix:
(...Oww... Sh-She slapped me on the wrist...)
Mia:
There is no way she could've committed the crime from there!
Judge:
*ahem* You two! Keep disrupting this court, and this trial is over. Is that clear!?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor... Sorry...
Leads back to:
"Now, then, Mr. Wright. Let's hear your answer."
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney was here, of course!
Judge:
Wha... But... But that's... the Channeling Chamber...
von Karma:
Isn't that the crime scene!?
Phoenix:
That's right! Ms. Miney was at the scene of the crime!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ...That's... Why, that is...
Judge:
Uwaah!
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright! Have you lost your mind!? Yesterday's testimony established that only the victim and the defendant were in the Chamber when the channeling started!
Judge:
Yes! Yes, that is correct! Please, explain yourself, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Simple. Ms. Ini Miney was hiding at the scene of the crime.
Ini:
I... I was hiding!? Where!? Like, where was I hiding!?
Present area behind the folding screen
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here, of course."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney was hiding here! Owww!
von Karma:
If you're going to tell a joke, at least make it one I'll laugh at.
Ini:
Hah! Go home, boy, and look up what "hiding" means!
Phoenix:
(Argh... Looks like I'm going to have to one up her!) Yeah, count on it!
Mia:
Phoenix, you can't lose your cool like this! ...And, grow up.
Phoenix:
Eh?... Oh, um, sorry, Chief...
von Karma:
You still haven't learned your lesson, have you, Mr. Phoenix Wright!?
Leads back to:
"Where!? Like, where was I hiding!?"
Phoenix:
Here, of course.
Judge:
B-Behind the folding screen? Aah!
von Karma:
Don't make me say this again! Recall yesterday's testimony!
Lotta:
There ain't no way anyone was hangin' out behind that foldin' screen!
Ini:
See! You stupid jerk! Quit being so quick to pin it on me, slimeball!
Judge:
...N-Now, now... Ms. Miney... One so young as you shouldn't be saying...
Ini:
Shut it, gramps. As if you know exactly how old I am!
Judge:
I-I'm sorry!
Phoenix:
(Looks like the pipe's about to burst... Guess I should help it along...) The witness was hiding behind the folding screen... With the help of this!
Present Clothing Box
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Miney!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Ini:
Yeah, you go ahead and use that to hide!
von Karma:
And you should hide in shame until you die!
Phoenix:
(What's with these two...? It's like they did a mind meld all of a sudden...)
Mia:
Don't let them affect you! Just think about the correct answer.
Ini:
What's wrong, boy!? Come on, say something, you loser!
Leads back to:
"...N-Now, now... Ms. Miney... One so young as you shouldn't be saying..."
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney! How you were able to hide at the scene of the crime is very simple! You were hiding inside this box!
Ini:
Aaah! Th-Th-That tiny little box!? No person could fit in that!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but your theory has already been disproved. (Lotta disproved you when she was hiding from me in it.)
Ini:
Umm...!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
But that clothing box was in the Side Room, right!? Which means it has nothing to do with the murder at all!
Ini:
Th-That's right! I was sleeping there, so I should know! That clothing box was there in the Side Room, the whole time!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright. Do you think you can prove where the clothing box was at the time of the crime?
No, I can't.
Phoenix:
Hmm... It's kind of hard to prove...
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
Um... I guess by that look, there is a way to prove it?
Mia:
If you look in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Guess I should take a look at the Court Record...)
Judge:
Well, then. If there are...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
P-Please wait... I said it was hard, but I didn't say it was impossible to prove!
Judge:
Then stop puffing up your feathers and hurry up!
Leads to:
"And now, I present the piece of evidence that will prove"
Yes, I can with some evidence.
Leads to:
"And now, I present the piece of evidence that will prove"
Phoenix:
And now, I present the piece of evidence that will prove this clothing box was at the scene of the crime when the murder took place!
Present Folding Screen or Clothing Box
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Take a look at this clothing box."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
..............................
Phoenix:
...Um... Your Honor...?
Judge:
I... um, fell asleep...
Mia:
You got lucky, Phoenix! Now give it another shot!
Phoenix:
A-Alright...
Leads back to:
"And now, I present the piece of evidence that will prove"
Phoenix:
Take a look at this clothing box.
Ini:
You're soooo stupid. As if there's any sort of evidence in that old thing.
Judge:
...! Th-This... What on earth...!? Mfph!
von Karma:
I don't have time for you to sit there surprised. Hurry up and say it already!
Judge:
Th-There's a hole! About 8 inches off the ground!
Phoenix:
Hmm, a hole about 8 inches off the ground. Where have we heard that before...?
von Karma:
...The folding screen... It had a hole at the same height...
Phoenix:
That's right! I hope this has opened your eyes to what happened! At the time of the shooting, the clothing box was sitting behind the folding screen. Which is why the bullet from the pistol hit both the box and the folding screen! It went through the screen, and then into the box.
Ini:
...Nnngh...!
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney! You were hiding behind the folding screen, waiting for your chance! Yes, for your chance to kill Dr. Grey!
Ini:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Judge:
Order! Order! ...So what you are saying--
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Th-Then... Mr. Phoenix Wright! What about this picture!? Are you saying that the person in this photo... is Ms. Ini Miney!?
Phoenix:
That is exactly what I am saying! Ms. Ini Miney! You were hiding inside this clothing box all along! And you wore a medium's costume to masquerade as Maya Fey!
Judge:
T-To masquerade as Maya Fey!?
Phoenix:
She had it planned from the very beginning! She would kill Dr. Grey, and pin the blame on my client!
Ini:
...N...No... S-Stop...
von Karma:
...I can't stand to listen to any more of this foolishness! If that's the case, Mr. Phoenix Wright, then I have a proposition! This whole idea that the witness moved the clothing box to the crime scene, pretended to be the defendant, killed the victim, and then fled the scene of the crime; It's not possible for one person to do all that by herself!
Correct. It's not possible.
Leads to:
"It really is impossible."
No, it is possible.
Phoenix:
I'm sure it's possible if you were to try! Ow!
von Karma:
I don't want to hear "if"! If you're going to give me "if", then give me some proof along with it. Where did Ini Miney get the costume then!? How about the wig!?
Phoenix:
Uh, I wasn't talking about that exact point... I meant, people, humans. If we want to do something bad enough, then...
Judge:
That's enough! Beyond simply proposing that it is possible for one person to commit this crime, it is the duty of a lawyer to back up his or her claims.
Ini:
Yeah, it's your duty!
Judge:
If you can't do that, then your proposal falls flat.
Ini:
Yeah, it totally falls flat!
Phoenix:
(...Why... Why do you have to hurt me so...?)
Mia:
It's alright, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
It isn't possible for one person to commit this crime, but...
Phoenix:
(... Ack! That's... That's right!)
Leads to:
"It really is impossible."
Phoenix:
It really is impossible. For one person to do all the preparations, that is. Owww!
von Karma:
Need I remind you!? The foolish receive no mercy...
Phoenix:
W-Wait! Ms. von Karma... You said it was not possible for "one person", correct?
von Karma:
Wh--! Y-You can't be serious...
Ini:
...*huff*...*huff*...
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney! You had an accomplice!
Present Morgan Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Grr... This person...!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
The accomplice was...?? Any thoughts, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
... I don't even want to waste the energy to raise my whip. His lady friend can deal with him.
Mia:
Really, Phoenix! You even got Ms. von Karma to give up on you too!
Phoenix:
..."Too"?
Mia:
As in, "me too".
Phoenix:
O-Oh... Okay, I'll think more carefully this time...
Leads back to:
"Ms. Miney!"
Ini:
...Grr... This person...!
Phoenix:
If it wasn't someone from Kurain Village, you couldn't have gotten the costume. And if it wasn't someone from the Fey household, you wouldn't have that box to use.
von Karma:
Morgan... Fey!
Judge:
Isn't that the wonderful lady witness we had earlier!?
Phoenix:
What do you have to say to this, Ms. Miney!?
Ini:
...Grrr... Grrrrrrrrrrr...
Phoenix:
You shot Dr. Grey with your own two hands! Do you deny it!?
Ini:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
I think this is what really happened. The murderer had planted herself at the scene of the crime long beforehand. Dressed in a medium's costume and wearing a wig, she pretended to be the defendant. And then, the channeling started. The murderer crept silently towards the other two, both of whom had their eyes closed. ...First, she drugged Maya Fey with a strong sleeping agent. Then, she stabbed Dr. Grey with the knife! Next, she hid my client inside the clothing box... She did that so she could take Maya's place and frame her for the crime.
Mia:
...But that's when something unexpected happened.
Judge:
Unexpected...?
Phoenix:
Yes.
*bang!*
Phoenix:
Dr. Grey was actually not yet dead! With the last of his strength, he fired a shot at his attacker! And that is why the hole in the folding screen was so low to the ground! The murderer then took the gun from Dr. Grey, and...
*bang!*
Judge:
After that, you and the other lady thought to break into the room...?
Phoenix:
Yes, a gunshot is certainly something you wouldn't expect to hear. Which is why, upon hearing the shots, we forced our way into the Channeling Chamber.
*klik*
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney... She immediately covered her own costume with blood...
*klik*
Phoenix:
And pretended to be Maya Fey.
von Karma:
B-But! That sort of deception would have been easy to see through!
Phoenix:
Which is precisely why Ms. Morgan Fey chased us out.
Morgan:
Please leave this area to me. Go quickly and inform the police! Hurry! Before there are more victims here!
Judge:
Wh-What is one supposed to say...?
Phoenix:
This is the real truth behind this murder.
...Ha......Ahahahaha...
Judge:
Wh-Who is that!? Laughing at a time like this...!?
Judge:
Ack!
von Karma:
Oh, you simpleminded fools. I'm sorry, are you still by chance, evolving?
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it this time...?
Judge:
M-Ms. von Karma... Surely...
von Karma:
Of course it was me! Do you really think someone of Von Karma blood would lose due to something this petty?
Phoenix:
WHAT IN THE WORLD!?
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright! Your argument is flawed in one very crucial area!
Phoenix:
And that is...?
von Karma:
If this witness is the real murderer... why would she go through all this trouble?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
von Karma:
Working together with a medium, pretending to be one, putting on this whole act... What reason would she have to do such foolish things?
Phoenix:
Eh? Well, that's... Uh...
Ini:
Yeah, that's right! That's exactly what I was gonna say!
von Karma:
Oh, and one other thing. Why would Ms. Ini Miney want to kill Dr. Grey? Where is her motive?
Ini:
Yeah! That's exactly what I wanted to say too! Yeah! Motive! I don't have a motive!
Phoenix:
A... motive... That's... (I can't say she has no motive here! I have to think of a motive now! What is her reason for wanting Dr. Grey dead...?) The reason you wanted Dr. Grey dead is this!
Present Newspaper Clipping 2 or Mimi Miney profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Hah!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Ini:
Ho-hum, ho-hum... Is this a word search? I'm having a tough time finding the word "motive!"
Judge:
Uuugh... My breathing is becoming labored...
Mia:
My eyesight is failing me...
von Karma:
Makes you not want to get old, doesn't it, Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
(...Ack! I've got to take my time and think carefully about this...)
Mia:
Phoenix, think back! What kind of ax would Ini have to grind with Dr. Grey? ... There is only one reason, right?
Phoenix:
(...Only one...?)
Leads back to:
"A... motive... That's... (I can't say she has no motive here!)"
Ini:
...Hah! Just as I thought. You bore me with your silly answers, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(Just great. Now even SHE is calling me by my full name...)
Ini:
You think I did this to get revenge for my sister's death?
Phoenix:
Yes! Because through that accident, you suffered a lot of hurt and pain yourself!
Ini:
Don't be stupid! No one has proof that Dr. Grey drugged my sister, right? And you want to say I wanted to take revenge based on nothing?
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean by that...?
Ini:
Senile, stupid gramps. ... I'm, like, going to explain, so, like, please listen, OK? It's been over half a year since I was discharged from the hospital. If I, like, wanted revenge, then, like, I wouldn't have waited this long. Um, and 'sides, like, the guy that thought of the spirit thing, was, like, Dr. Grey. It was, like, a total coincidence he asked me about it, you know?
Phoenix:
(She... She's back to her airhead self...!) H-However, you see-- Eeeowch!
von Karma:
Pathetic, Mr. Phoenix Wright. You failed to support your own theory. ...The end.
Judge:
I think we have our answer, Mr. Phoenix Wright. What Ms. Miney has stated is very true. The revenge plan is overly complicated, and she has no motive in the first place. Furthermore, there is no reason for Ms. Morgan Fey to cooperate with this plan. You don't even have any truly decisive pieces of evidence to demonstrate your point.
von Karma:
Tsk, tsk. So many faults, Mr. Phoenix Wright. You should really learn your place.
Phoenix:
Nnghuuurk! (Wh-What happened!? I thought I had her for sure!...)
Ini:
Hee hee... See, like, that's what I, like, told you!
Phoenix:
...?
Ini:
I'm going to serve you a slice of humble pie!
Judge:
Very well, I now conclude the cross-examination of Ms. Ini Miney!
Hold it!
Mia:
Your Honor. Please, allow the defense one more minute.
Judge:
Alright.
Mia:
You can't lose here. Have faith in yourself, Phoenix!
Phoenix:
Mia...
Mia:
Yes, it does sound like a ridiculously messed up plan for a murder, but you know, regardless, that girl trained for this crime.
Phoenix:
...R-Really?
Mia:
... Listen, Phoenix. Everything happens for a reason. There is a reason for why she had to kill Dr. Grey. And it is also the reason she had no choice but to kill him in this fashion.
Judge:
Time is up, Mr. Wright. Your final answer, please. If you want to say that you can prove Ms. Miney had a motive, then... why did she kill the victim in this way? Can you provide the reason?
Phoenix:
(...Can I... Can I really do this...?)
Yes, I can.
Leads to:
"(I am not totally confident here, but I know that I must press on no matter what...)"
No, I can't.
Leads to:
"(I am not totally confident here, but I know that I must press on no matter what...)"
Phoenix:
(I am not totally confident here, but I know that I must press on no matter what...)
Mia:
That's right, Phoenix! Only you can do this now!
Phoenix:
I will show and substantiate the fact that Ms. Miney had a motive!
Ini:
Ha ha ha. Too bad. You're too late! My cross-examination has already ended, after all. Eeek!
von Karma:
...Interesting. I'll let you have your chance, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Ini:
Wh-What!? Y-You're supposed to be on my side! Aiiiii!
von Karma:
A Von Karma only cares about the perfect win. As long as you have the will to fight, I will knock you down, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
...
von Karma:
And I don't care if you are my witness! So help me, I will blow you out of my way!
Ini:
N-No way...
Judge:
Very well. The court will take a 5 minute recess. We will continue the cross-examination after we reconvene.
Ini:
H-Hey! W-Wait a sec, here!
To be continued.
June 22, 12:04 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Maya:
...Is it really true... about my aunt...?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid so, Maya. There is no way Ini could've killed Dr. Grey by herself. And under the circumstances, there's no one else other than your aunt, Morgan.
Maya:
That... That's terrible... Why? Why would my aunt...?
Everything is going just as I predicted, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
Ack! Ms. von Karma!
Maya:
Why are you doing this!? Why are you trying to take revenge on Nick!? Nick had nothing to do with what happened to your dad.
von Karma:
Don't you have something better to be worrying about? Say, your own situation?
Maya:
Ugnn... ...Looking down on me, even though we're the same age...
Phoenix:
Are you done yet? You've caused me enough pain and suffering.
von Karma:
Not yet. My goal is to defeat you, and let the whole world know of your defeat.
Phoenix:
...But even if you do that, it won't bring your father back...
von Karma:
... Hmph. ...Whatever. In the meantime, let's bring this match to its conclusion. And then we'll know who the real winner is.
June 22, 12:10 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court will now reconvene. Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Can you prove Ms. Ini Miney had a motive?
Phoenix:
Yes, I believe I can. (Ini Miney and Dr. Grey have only one point of connection. And that is the car accident one year ago. The motive I'm looking for must be there...) Ms. Miney. Please testify to this court about your car accident last year.
Ini:
Huh? I thought, like, you wanted to, like, ask about my, like, motive. I, like, don't see the point in, like, bringing up the past.
Judge:
Ms. Miney, if you please.
Ini:
...OK, OK. Like, I totally don't think it'll do any good, but...
Witness Testimony
-- Last Year's Accident --
Ini:
That was... like, last year, in May.
Like, something really bad had happened at, like, my sister's clinic around then...
And like, the night of the accident, my sis was totally tired while she was driving.
I was, like, totally pooped too, so I, like, fell asleep in the passenger's seat...
I, like, woke up 'cause of a jolt, and, like, it was a sea of flames around me.
I, like, opened the door and, like, got away.
Judge:
Hmm... I think I've heard of this incident.
Phoenix:
It was all the talk on the tabloid shows, day after day, last year.
Judge:
Yes, and there was talk about Dr. Grey... drugging your sister...? Gwuugh!
von Karma:
Those were merely "rumors". ...Totally baseless gossip.
Judge:
Hmm, yes... Mr. Wright, you may question the witness.
Mia:
Right now, it's impossible to prove that Dr. Grey did in fact drug Ms. Miney's sister.
Phoenix:
Yeah... Which means I'll have to work this from another angle.
Cross Examination
-- Last Year's Accident --
Ini:
That was... like, last year, in May.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Didn't some sort of medical malpractice happen at your sister's hospital then...?
Ini:
Yeah, like, that was in May too. Like, the thing with all the patients dying was, like, May 2nd, and like, our accident was, like, on the 24th.
Phoenix:
Two accidents back to back... Do you assume it's just a coincidence?
Ini:
My sis was, like, totally tired, so that's why, duh.
Ini:
Like, something really bad had happened at, like, my sister's clinic around then...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That was the malpractice incident where 14 patients died, correct?
Ini:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
What was the cause of the mistake?
Ini:
Like, I heard it was 'cause the medicines, like, got mixed up.
Phoenix:
Was that the fault of your sister, Mimi Miney?
Ini:
Like, no way. Dr. Grey, like, wanted to blame it on my sis...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
That incident has nothing to do with our murder here. Besides, the police report has already documented that it was entirely Mimi Miney's fault.
Phoenix:
(Which means as far as the "real" facts are concerned... Mimi Miney is the one who made the mistake...)
Ini:
But, like, it really wasn't my sis...
Ini:
And like, the night of the accident, my sis was totally tired while she was driving.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She was "totally tired"? You mean, exhausted?
Ini:
Like, she had to talk to the police, and, like, was being investigated, like, every day. It was, like, a totally terrible situation.
Phoenix:
It's no wonder, then, that the car accident happened, huh?
Press harder
Phoenix:
So then, why didn't you ask to switch places?
Ini:
Huh? Like, what are you talking about?
Phoenix:
I meant switch drivers. If your sister was so tired, then you should have switched with her.
Judge:
True, true.
Ini:
Ah, but like... I don't, like, have a driver's license...
von Karma:
This is news to me. I was not aware you didn't have your license, Ms. Miney.
Judge:
Hmm... Ms. Miney, please amend your testimony.
Ini:
Like, OK. Anyway...
Add statement:
"I, like, didn't have my license, so, like, I couldn't take over driving for her."
Leave her be
Phoenix:
(There's no point in asking her about her sister. I should be trying to find out more information about Ini!)
Ini:
So, like, can I go on?
Press (subsequent times, after adding 7th statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Your sister... Mimi Miney, was she that exhausted?
Ini:
Like, she had to talk to the police, and, like, was being investigated, like, every day. It was, like, a totally terrible situation.
Judge:
Ah, if only you had your license and were able to drive for your sister.
Ini:
Y-Yeah... That was, like, too bad...
von Karma:
Now, then, witness. Continue with your testimony.
Ini:
I was, like, totally pooped too, so I, like, fell asleep in the passenger's seat...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The accident happened at night, correct...?
Ini:
Yeah, like, it was at, like, 1 AM or so, I think. I had, like, a paper due, like, really soon... so, like, I hadn't slept and was working, like, real hard.
von Karma:
So it was because the two of you were so tired that this accident happened.
Ini:
I, like, woke up 'cause of a jolt, and, like, it was a sea of flames around me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And your sister? What happened to her?
Ini:
I... I didn't see her... The car was, like, totally black, and there was, like, a ton of smoke... I, like, totally had, like, no clue what was going on.
Ini:
I, like, opened the door and, like, got away.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Please tell us about your escape in more detail.
Ini:
I... I, like, kept wanting to forget that time, so, like, I don't remember things about the accident in, like, details anymore...
Judge:
Hmm, well, it's alright. No need to push yourself.
Ini:
I think I, like, gave an interview after the accident. Like, that would probably be the most accurate, you know?
Phoenix:
(Hmm, if it's that article, then I've already got it...)
Ini:
I, like, didn't have my license, so, like, I couldn't take over driving for her.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And that's why you were in the passenger's seat?
Ini:
Like, yeah. I was, like, at my college's research lab 'till, like, really late... So my sis was, like, giving me a ride home.
Phoenix:
I see...
Mia:
Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Mia:
You can't do this. You're being too easy on her.
Present License Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Miney. That was a lame lie just now."
Phoenix:
(There's got to be some sort of secret sleeping in this testimony...)
Mia:
Yes, so let's find that one crushing contradiction and end this!
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney. That was a lame lie just now.
Ini:
Like, what do you mean?
Phoenix:
I know you had a license back then! This is a photo you took for the express purpose of getting a driver's license!
Ini:
Umm...
Judge:
What is the meaning of this, Ms. Miney!?
Ini:
Ah, um... Uh... That's... That's right! Y-Yeah, I had, like, a license... But... ... But I didn't get it until after the accident!
Phoenix:
No, you had it. You had it at the time of the accident! Director Hotti... or the guy pretending to be him anyway, said so!
Ini:
What, are you talking about that perverted fake clinic director?
Phoenix:
Yes, that perverted fake clinic director. And how did you know he was perverted. Eowch!
von Karma:
No one cares. Witness. When did you receive your driver's license?
Ini:
Like, last November.
Phoenix:
What? N-N-November...?
von Karma:
The accident happened last May. That's a half year lapse in time, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What in the!?
Judge:
Th-Th-Th-Th-That's what happened, Mr. Wright! At the time of the accident, Ms. Miney did not have a driver's license.
Phoenix:
Uuuuurk... OW!
von Karma:
Cry, and my whip will accommodate.
Judge:
Anyway, without a license, the witness and her sister could not have switched drivers.
Ini:
I'm, like, glad you get it, but... like, even if I had my license, I, like, don't think my sis woulda, like, let me drive.
Phoenix:
(...Hmm...) Yeow!
Mia:
Don't just stand there "hmm"-ing to yourself!
Phoenix:
Not you too, Mia! With the whip... And the pain... And the oww...
Mia:
Ms. Miney! Why do you think you would not have been allowed to drive anyway?
Ini:
Eh? Um... That's because...
Judge:
I think this situation calls for a more detailed testimony. Ms. Miney, if you please.
Ini:
Eh? Like, how annoying. Oops, like, sorry. Didn't mean to be mean...
Witness Testimony
-- I Wouldn't Be Allowed --
Ini:
Like, around that time, I was, like, really close to getting my license.
My sis was, like, this totally big fan of cars and, like, really valued them.
She, like, had just gotten this really shiny, bright red sports car.
She, like, would say things like, "No way am I letting a newb drive my car!"
So, like, that's why I ended up in the passenger's seat that night too.
Judge:
Hmm... I see... A bright red car for sports... Now then, the defense may question the witness.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I'm not terribly knowledgeable about cars, but...)
Cross Examination
-- I Wouldn't Be Allowed --
Ini:
Like, around that time, I was, like, really close to getting my license.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So what do you mean by, "really close"?
Ini:
Like, I had one of those "permit" things. I think that's what they're called.
Phoenix:
Um, "permit"?
Ini:
Wow, the big name lawyer boy doesn't even know what a driver's permit is!?
Phoenix:
Well, this lawyer never had a permit. Wah!
von Karma:
Ignorance is to be whipped.
Phoenix:
(What is with her...? All she's said in the last few minutes is utter nonsense...)
Ini:
So, like, may I continue?
Ini:
My sis was, like, this totally big fan of cars and, like, really valued them.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She "valued" cars? How much would you say she valued her car?
Ini:
Well, like, she'd flip out at, like, a drop of rain... and, like, she would notice if someone, like, touched the car door with dirty hands.
Phoenix:
(In that case, why bother taking the car out of the garage, ever!?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Why did she take such special care of the car?
Ini:
How can you say that!? It was a brand-spanking new car!
Phoenix:
...New car?
Ini:
Like, you wouldn't want to, like, get it dirty, would you, Mr. Lawyer?
Phoenix:
(I would think that cars getting dirty is just another fact of life, but... I guess people who really love cars think otherwise...)
Mia:
Phoenix, try asking something of more significance, alright?
Judge:
Well, Ms. Miney? What kind of car was it?
Let her be
Phoenix:
(I guess I just don't get what's so special about cars...) Alright, then, please testify about your sister's car.
Ini:
She, like, had just gotten this really shiny, bright red sports car.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
It was a new car...?
Ini:
Yeah. She had, like, just gotten it. It was, like, from the U.K.
Judge:
Hm? The "U.K."? Was that her boyfriend's initials?
Ini:
And it was a really special model. She had waited for a whole year for it to arrive.
Phoenix:
(I guess her love of cars would be the obvious next topic...)
Press harder
Phoenix:
(But I really don't know anything about cars... But I had a feeling this was bound to come up!)
Leads to:
"Your Honor!"
Let her be
Phoenix:
I see... Please continue...
Mia:
Hold on! Phoenix! You can't just ignore this!
Phoenix:
Mia... I had no idea you liked cars so much too...
Mia:
That's not my point!
Phoenix:
O-Oh, yeah!
Leads to:
"Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
Your Honor!
Judge:
Y-Yes?
Phoenix:
Please append what the witness has just said to her testimony!
Judge:
You mean the part about it being a special car from overseas?
Phoenix:
Yes!
Judge:
*sigh* Well, if you like cars that much, then...
Phoenix:
That's not my point! (Though to be honest, I don't know what the point is either...)
Judge:
Ms. Miney, would you please fix your testimony?
Ini:
Sure, whatever.
Change statement:
"She, like, had just gotten this really shiny, bright red sports car." to "My sis' new car was, like, a totally special model from England."
Ini:
My sis' new car was, like, a totally special model from England.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
... (I yelled, "Hold it" pretty forcefully, but... I don't actually know what to ask about cars...)
Ask for the heck of it
Phoenix:
Um... So, yes... (What am I supposed to pick for a topic...?) Let's start with this. Why are British cars good?
Ini:
Like, huh?
Phoenix:
They're expensive, and their driver's seat is opposite to our cars here in the States. It would seem there is no benefit to owning one.
Ini:
Like... Huh?
Phoenix:
This whole steering wheel on the right side thing; it's kind of goofy, isn't it?
Ini:
Y-You! What do you know!? That sleek shape! The purr of the engine! The wild way it starts! And its smooth handling! The raw feeling of manual transmission! The cool breeze of the AC!
Phoenix:
Uuugh... Forgive me... (Her personality really changes at the drop of a hat...)
Mia:
It's interesting, isn't it, Phoenix? Bit by bit, we're beginning to see the real "contradiction" behind this case.
Leave it alone
Phoenix:
(I really stink at talking about cars... If I ask the wrong question, I might make someone mad...)
Judge:
Ms. Miney, I believe you may continue with your testimony.
Present Newspaper Clipping 2
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Miney."
Ini:
She, like, would say things like, "No way am I letting a newb drive my car!"
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was your sister good at driving?
Ini:
She was, like, totally awesome! She, like, said she was going to be the, like, "Racing Queen of the Nursing World".
Phoenix:
(...Somehow, I think she bumped my question off-track again...)
Ini:
So, like, that's why I ended up in the passenger's seat that night too.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And that was when the accident occurred, correct?
Ini:
Like, yeah... I, like, immediately reached for the passenger side door, and fled, like, in a daze...
Judge:
Hmm... Sounds like you had a terrifying time...
Present Newspaper Clipping 2 (after changing 3rd statement)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Miney."
Mia:
There is something very big here. It's going to be hard to break apart such a natural-sounding testimony. But we have to attack it. And by doing so, a flaw will show itself. It has to.
Phoenix:
D-Do you really think so?
Mia:
Believe. There is a path, I know it.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Mia almost sounded like a prophet for a second there...)
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney. Do you remember this article?
Ini:
...?
Phoenix:
It's an article about the accident. You had said this in it: "But I opened the right door, and, like, got out"... That's correct, isn't it?
Ini:
Like, why are you suddenly asking me about that...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor. Which side is the passenger's seat: the left or the right?
Judge:
Well, it's on the right side, of course, because the driver's on the left side.
Phoenix:
That would be if it were an American car. But it would be the opposite in a British car.
Judge:
Opposite...?
Phoenix:
The two of them were riding in a British car! In that case, the passenger side would be the left side!
von Karma:
Aaaaah!
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean by this!?
Phoenix:
Ms. Miney! You said that you had escaped using the right side door of the car! But if you were sitting there, then that means you were in the driver's seat!
Ini:
Aaaaaaaah!
Judge:
O-Order! Order in the court! Order! Ooooooooorder!! Order... Ack!
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright is blabbering nonsense again! Ini said the person who was driving was her older sister, Mimi Miney!
Phoenix:
That is what Ini said, yes But that is where her story falls apart. Somewhere, all of us made a big error in our assumptions! 
Mia:
Phoenix. It looks like you've finally found the real root of this murder!
Phoenix:
If we connect all the dots, there can only be one answer! I'd like to ask the court a question. Ini or Mimi -- who was really driving that night?
Ini Miney
Phoenix:
And the answer is Ini Miney, of course!
Judge:
Wh-Why would you say that?
Phoenix:
Ms. Ini Miney just said so herself in her testimony! She said that she escaped the car from the right side door! Which would have been where the driver's seat was! Owwwww!
von Karma:
I'm inclined to feel sorry for a foolish fool who foolishly spends his time foolishly. At that time, Ms. Ini Miney had not yet received her driver's license!
Phoenix:
And that is why the accident happened!
Mia:
Hold it, Phoenix! It looks like you still don't see the real truth behind the accident.
Phoenix:
Th-The "real truth"...?
Mia:
Think outside the box! Isn't that what we always say?
Phoenix:
(A-Alright, one more time...!)
Leads back to:
"If we connect all the dots, there can only be one answer!"
Mimi Miney
Leads to:
"The answer is the one person who had her driver's license, Mimi Miney."
Phoenix:
The answer is the one person who had her driver's license, Mimi Miney. After all, that makes her the only person who could legally drive!
Judge:
B-But, you just said... The witness, Ms. Ini Miney, was the one in the driver's seat!
Phoenix:
Which leads us to the next question...
Ini:
Th-The
von Karma:
Th-The next
Judge:
Th-The next question!?
Phoenix:
Who is the person standing on the witness stand right now?
Ini:
... Uuughn!
von Karma:
What sort of idiotic ruse is this, Mr. Phoenix Wright!? Th-This witness' name... This witness' name is...
Phoenix:
I'll tell you what her name really is. This witness' real name is...!
Present Mimi Miney profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mimi Miney. That is your real name."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
... Would the defense please inform the court of its birth name?
Phoenix:
Umm... Phoenix Wright... Your Honor.
Judge:
Ah, what a relief. I thought you'd forgotten your own name... Again.
Mia:
I was beginning to think he forgot too.
Phoenix:
Wait a second... I screwed up didn't I?
Mia:
Big time. Listen. This is the grand finale. Don't hold back! Let it all out on this one!
Phoenix:
A-Alright, I'll give it another shot!
Leads back to:
"I'll tell you what her name really is."
Phoenix:
Mimi Miney. That is your real name.
Ini:
...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Of all the foolish dribble! Th-Then, how do you explain her appearance!?
Phoenix:
When she was admitted into the hospital, this witness was suffering severe facial burns. So for the purpose of facial reconstruction, they used a picture.
von Karma:
Facial reconstruction surgery!?
Phoenix:
This is the picture she gave to her doctors at the time. That's right! It's a picture of her younger sister!
Ini:
Nooooo!
Judge:
B-But... Mimi Miney... She died... In the car accident!
Phoenix:
That's what everyone thought. However, that was not the case.
von Karma:
Th-Then, the body they found at the crash site...
Phoenix:
That was the body of the real Ini Miney. Isn't that right... Ms. Mimi Miney!?
... ...
Phoenix:
(That car accident one year ago... The one who died that night was Ini Miney. Her sister, Mimi, then stole her face... And was reborn as Ini. With this, she effectively erased "Mimi Miney" from existence!)
Mia:
Your Honor. I'm sure you can now see why Mimi had to kill Dr. Grey.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean? Aaah!
von Karma:
What is the meaning of this nonsense!?
Phoenix:
Dr. Grey wanted to call back the spirit of a dead person. Specifically, the spirit of his nurse that died in the crash, Mimi Miney. However, that would not have been possible! Because "Mimi Miney" was still, in fact, alive! And that fact would have been discovered had the channeling been conducted. So this witness had to stop that from happening... ...at all costs!
von Karma:
And... And... And that's why she had to kill Dr. Turner Grey? Is that what you're saying!?
Phoenix:
Yes. Before the channeling, Dr. Grey had the misfortune of consulting this witness about communicating with the dead. And in that moment, his fate was sealed!
Judge:
W-W... Well, Ms. Ini...? I mean, Ms. von Karma... Eek!
von Karma:
Why did you say MY name, just now!?
???:
... Looks like I've been unmasked.
von Karma:
W-Witness...?
Mimi:
That's right, I admit it. My real name is Mimi Miney.
Phoenix:
...!
Mimi:
That quack doctor... He got what he deserved in the end. And I was so close to finally ditching "Mimi" too. So close...
Judge:
But... But why!? Why would you go so far to throw away your self...? To become your own sister!?
Mimi:
...
Phoenix:
(I think I understand why... Mimi Miney wanted her self to disappear because of this...)
Present Newspaper Clipping 1
Phoenix:
Take that!
von Karma:
Th-That's... That's about the malpractice incident!
Phoenix:
Dr. Grey was right. The mistake was caused by the nurse. A nurse by the name of Mimi Miney. That's right, the person standing before us today. And a few weeks after this mishap, Mimi Miney had a car accident, in which she lost her younger sister.
von Karma:
Th-The timing couldn't have been worse...
Phoenix:
Fourteen patients dying in that incident, and her own sister's life, extinguished. It was all too much to bear.
Mimi:
...I found a way for myself to escape it all... The only way...
Phoenix:
She lost everything in the flames of that accident, her sister... ...and even her own face. This was her last chance... Her chance to throw away her past and start a new life as her "sister"...
Judge:
...Unbelievable... A plan beyond my wildest imagination...
Leads to:
"That jerk..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Mia:
Just stop.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
I feel embarrassed for you for even thinking of showing that piece of evidence. That woman... She had lost everything. So this was the only way to make things right, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
(Looks like this wasn't the right piece of evidence after all... I guess I don't fully understand this case yet...)
Leads to:
"That jerk..."
Mimi:
That jerk... If only he hadn't thought of that channeling mumbo-jumbo...
Phoenix:
...Mumbo-jumbo?
Mimi:
Becoming Ini has been the most horrible experience in the world. Spirit channeling, the occult... I hate it! I hate it all!
Judge:
...I believe there are still a few unsolved riddles here... Why did you set a murderous revenge plot into motion? And why did Ms. Morgan Fey agree to help you with the plan...? Regardless, I believe one thing has been made crystal clear.
Phoenix:
The innocence of the defendant, Maya Fey...
von Karma:
Th-This... This is preposterous! I... I'm perfect! Me... Franziska von Karma...
Phoenix:
I'm going to enjoy the news tonight, Ms. von Karma. How about you? It's going to be broadcast all over the world, right? Your defeat, that is... Yeow!
Judge:
Ohhh!
Mimi:
Aah!
Phoenix:
Owowowowwwowoowowowowwowwwowwowwwooowowwooowowowoowooowowowoowooww
von Karma:
And one more for good measure!
Mia:
Ph-Phoenix! Hang in there, Phoenix!! PHOENIX!!!
von Karma:
This court is a fraud! A sham!
Judge:
...Now then, it looks like it will be some time before Mr. Wright regains consciousness... so I will go ahead and pronounce the verdict.
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. This court is adjourned!
June 22, 3:13 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Mia:
Congratulations, Maya.
Maya:
S-Sis!
Mia:
It's good to see you, Maya... How are you doing?
Maya:
Sis! Sis... I-I didn't kill anyone, did I?
Mia:
No, you didn't. It was all just a dream... A really bad dream.
Maya:
You know, sis... In my dream, I smelled a really familiar scent.
Mia:
A familiar scent...?
Maya:
I was inside that clothing box, right? That box... That was the box you used to store your clothes in a long time ago...
Mia:
That's right!
Phoenix:
Hmm... There is still one thing I don't quite get.
Mia:
What's that?
Phoenix:
What would've happened if Mimi hadn't shot Dr. Grey...? I mean, we broke in because we heard a gunshot.
Mia:
I think Mimi Miney had planned to open the door to the Chamber herself. And then, you and Lotta would have witnessed quite a scene; a "possessed" Maya Fey, who had just committed a murder.
Phoenix:
She had it planned down to the smallest detail, huh...?
Maya:
Nick!
Phoenix:
Congrats, Maya.
Maya:
Thanks! Looks like you bailed me out of another jam.
Phoenix:
Well... you know...
Maya:
But... I really don't want something like this to happen ever again.
Phoenix:
...?
Maya:
I'm fine because I have you to help me out, Nick... But every time something happens, I lose someone special to me. First my sister... And now my aunt...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Hey, Nick... Tell me... Tell me why my aunt went and did something so horrible? Why would she help Ms. Mimi with a plan like that...!? I just... I just don't understand it, Nick...
Phoenix:
Maya, it's over. Why don't we just let it be.
Maya:
Nick, please, I need an answer...
Phoenix:
(The reason Morgan helped Mimi with her plan was...)
Present Pearl Fey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
... Pearly?
Phoenix:
Four years from now, a new Master will be "born" into Kurain Village. And that person will be you, Maya.
Maya:
A-And...?
Phoenix:
But, if you weren't there... then the main family's blood-line would disappear... And what would happen then...?
Maya:
... ...The branch family... My aunt...
Phoenix:
...No, Morgan's spiritual power is too weak. The next person would be... Pearls.
Maya:
...Aaaah!
Phoenix:
Everything was done for her sake. It was all so that Pearls would become the next Master.
Maya:
Y-Yeah... I can see that... ...
Phoenix:
(...? Did Maya say something just now...? I think that she was saying... "I thought so"...)
Leads to:
Date and time unknown
Detention Center
Solitary Confinement Cell 13
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
...? I don't get it.
Phoenix:
Yeah, me neither. Even I don't really know why Morgan cooperated with Mimi Miney...
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
Look, this whole thing is over now, so let's not dwell on the past, OK?
Maya:
Yeah... Thanks, Nick.
Phoenix:
(I just don't know the answer to this one... I'm just as confused about the situation as she is... So why the "thanks"?)
Leads to:
Date and time unknown
Detention Center
Solitary Confinement Cell 13
Date and time unknownDetention CenterSolitary Confinement Cell 13
...My... precious Pearl... You are the only one suitable to be the Master of Kurain, dear child. I sacrificed it all... All for you... I helped that brainless nurse carry out her murder, and cooperated with that whip-happy prosecutor... It was all to unseat that annoying, witless main family girl... That Maya Fey. ...But I shall be patient, my dearest Pearl... A chance will present itself... Your time will come...
Episode 2: Reunion,and TurnaboutTHE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection denied.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection denied. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Maya Fey...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
Game over
Reunion
Transcript
Layton's Office
Luke:
Professor... Shall I make the tea?
Layton:
Not just yet... They should be arriving soon. Let's wait until they get here, Luke.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
???:
...Hello? Sorry I'm late...
Luke:
Wow, you're here! Please, come on in!
Layton:
Good day, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Hey there, Professor! Luke! It's been a long time!
Layton:
Indeed it has. I'm delighted you were able to come.
Luke:
Hang on... Mr Wright...where's Maya?
Phoenix:
Oh, um... She's... How can I put this? She's on a "culinary quest".
Layton:
A quest, you say...?
Phoenix:
She's checking out fish & chips here in London. "Mystic Maya's quest for the best of the best"...as she put it.
Luke:
...You don't say?
Phoenix:
She said she wanted to check out all the different places she can find one by one, so she's going to be a little late. She probably has about two or three more left to try before she gets here.
Luke:
I'm starting to think Maya enjoys eating almost as much as I do!
Layton:
Well, why don't we all have a nice cup of tea while we wait? Would you mind making it, Luke?
Luke:
No problem, Professor!
Phoenix:
I've gotta say, you both seem to be doing well.
Luke:
Thanks! We definitely keep ourselves busy, don't we, Professor?
Phoenix:
I can imagine you guys have been up to your necks in adventures and swamped with puzzles. Business as usual, huh?
Layton:
I must admit, that's fairly close to the truth.
Luke:
Are things pretty much the same with you, Mr Wright? ...Still up to your neck in objections and swamped with contradictions?
Phoenix:
Uhh... Sure... I guess so... Say, my job sounds really...underwhelming when you put it that way.
???:
Hey! What gives?!
Maya:
You're all having tea without me?!
Luke:
Oh! Hiya, Maya!
Layton:
Ah, Miss Fey. A pleasure to see you again.
Maya:
Long time no see, Luke! And I see you're still wearing that classy hat, Professor. How are you guys?
Layton:
All the better for your presence, Miss Fey.
Luke:
So, did you find it? The best fish & chip shop in London?
Maya:
Even better! I bought a takeout from each one of the places I visited. I hope you guys are hungry!
Layton:
Now that Miss Fey has joined us, I suggest another pot of tea is in order.
Luke:
I'll second that, Professor!
Layton:
I see... So, once again you're here courtesy of the Legal League of Attorneys?
Phoenix:
That's right... We have a technical exchange trial starting tomorrow morning.
Maya:
Time sure flies... It's hard to believe an entire year has passed since we left Labyrinthia.
Luke:
I wonder how everyone there is doing...
Maya:
It would be just great to see Espella again, wouldn't it?
Phoenix:
Yeah, and Patty. I wonder how they're both doing... I'm curious as to how Barnham's been keeping himself busy.
Maya:
Hey, Nick... I bet you're just DYING to see Barnham's dog Constantine again, huh?
Phoenix:
Uuuurgh... And I bet he's just DYING to take another bite out of me...
Luke:
Hm...?! Professor, I think we have a visitor.
Layton:
At this late hour? I can't say I've been expecting anybody.
Luke:
I'll go and see who it is.
???:
Are you...Mr Hershel Layton?
Layton:
Yes, indeed I am. My dear young lady, how may I be of assistance?
???:
I have been asked...to give you a letter. Please, could you read this?
Layton:
This letter...it's from Carmine.
Espella:
Um...what was my next line? I forgot! Hee hee! How have you been, Mr Layton?
Luke:
That was a perfect performance, Espella! I felt like we'd gone back in time!
Phoenix:
(Wow, guys... Talk about putting on a show...)
Espella:
Mr Wright, Maya! It's so good to see you both again! So how did you like the re-enactment of our first meeting?
Phoenix:
Err, yeah... You totally had me fooled... I thought for sure Labyrinthia had come down with another case of "magic water"...
Maya:
What are you saying, Nick? They just re-enacted the fateful scene from when they first met!
Luke:
I bet the fans could recognise that scene in an instant!
Phoenix:
(...How was I supposed to know? I wasn't even there... Hey, wait! Neither were you, Maya!)
Layton:
Incidentally...where is Carmine? I invited him to join us too.
Espella:
Oh, that's right... He won't be able to make it tonight.
Luke:
Really? That's a bit of a shame...
Espella:
Speaking of Carmine, that letter I just gave you is actually a message from him.
Luke:
Let's read it, Professor!
Dear Professor,
It has been a long time. There's so much I would like to tell you, but at present I do not have the time. I am currently lying in a hospital bed. It all happened two months ago. I had just received a new assignment and set off towards town, when suddenly... I was hit by an oncoming car that crossed into my lane without warning. This evening, I tried to sneak out of the hospital... ...but before I could, they found me. I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to make it to yours tonight after all. Alas, the lights in the ward have been turned off already... As such, I am forced to leave you with the only words appropriate for such a situation. ...Goodnight, Professor.
Your faithful student,Carmine Accidenti
Luke:
...Who'd have thought Carmine would get involved in another car accident?
Layton:
Indeed, he seems to be making rather a habit of it...
Phoenix:
Hmm... (That's one dangerous habit...)
Maya:
I say he should just change his name. Clearly it's totally jinxed!
Phoenix:
(I don't think that's how it works, Maya...)
Layton:
Right, then. Now that everyone's here, what do you all say to some tea? Care to do the honours, Luke?
Phoenix:
I... Uh...
Layton:
What is it, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Oh, um...it's nothing!
Maya:
Wow, that's great! I'm so glad to hear everyone's doing fine back in Labyrinthia.
Espella:
Everyone's working very hard to create a new town: Labyrinthia 2.0.
Luke:
So, Mrs Eclaire and Mr Barnham weren't able to come today?
Espella:
I'm afraid not. They really wanted to, but they just couldn't take the time off.
Layton:
Well, there's no rush. Apparently, these Special Episodes are set to continue for a while yet.
Luke:
That's right! I'm sure we'll have the chance to see them all again soon.
Layton:
Now then, everybody... Shall we begin?
Phoenix:
Um...begin? Begin what, Professor?
Layton:
Why, that should go without saying, Mr Wright... Now that we're all here, it can only mean one thing...
Phoenix:
Uhh...I think I know where this is going.
Luke:
Ah...I've got it! You mean puzzles, don't you, Professor?
Maya:
...Puzzles?
Layton:
Yes, puzzles dropped from the main game... Ahem...I mean, specially prepared for our further enjoyment.
Espella:
Oh! It's been so long... May I have a try?
Luke:
I'm always ready for a new puzzle or two!
Maya:
Me too! I'm up for this!
Layton:
Well then, puzzle time it is. Although, before we start... why don't we all have another cup of tea? If you would, Luke.
Phoenix:
...Huh?!
Luke:
Is something the matter, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Um... N-no, nothing at all...
Maya:
...Nick? Can we, uh...talk for a sec? We've had SO much tea... One more drop and I think I'm gonna burst!
Phoenix:
Tell me about it... Any more tea and we're gonna end up with a water problem of our own...
Espella:
Hee hee... You know, you two can take a little break if you need it.
Layton:
How right you are, Espella. Speaking of a break, how about a nice, leisurely puzzle to relax ourselves? Can you blend this, Espella?
Puzzle #71: Mixing MasterFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
N/A
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
She did it, Professor!
Maya:
Y'know, I think I'd rather be full of puzzles than full of tea any day!
Luke:
Speaking of tea... Now that we've solved the puzzle, let's all celebrate... with another cuppa! Right, Professor?
Layton:
............ Not this time, Luke. I think we've all had enough tea for now.
Luke:
Oh... Have we, Professor?
Layton:
I think it might be time to try some of those fish & chips instead. Wouldn't you agree, Luke?
Maya:
I'm so full...I couldn't eat another fry-uhh... I mean, "chip"! By the way, Nick... Just how many cups of tea do you think we all got through tonight?
Phoenix:
Let's see, now... We all had a cup when I got here. That makes for a total of... three cups, altogether...
Maya:
Then, we all had another one each when I got here, which is another four cups. That makes seven cups in total.
Espella:
And when I arrived, we all drank one more, which is another five cups. ...That brings the total to twelve.
Phoenix:
And finally, we all had another cup right before solving that puzzle just now... That's another five cups, bringing the grand total to seventeen cups of tea.
Maya:
Seventeen cups, huh... ............ Say, Nick... Maybe the professor has a rule when it comes to drinking tea.
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Maya:
You know, something like... "I never drink more than 17 cups of tea during any given puzzle".
Phoenix:
............ Maya... You might want to think twice about using that kind of Ace Attorney reference here...
Luke:
Well, that's about it for Episode 1! Until next time!
Layton:
In the next episode, we'll be inviting along more of the characters you all came to know and love...
Phoenix:
Hey, Professor. Is it really okay for everyone to be so, err...self-aware like this?
Maya:
Ease up, Nick! Sometimes a little self-awareness is fun. Isn't that right, avid video game player?
Luke:
We'll see you all again next time, then!
To Be Continued...
Rise from the Ashes
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Episode 5Rise from the Ashes
Phoenix:
It's been two months since Maya left the office... Two months without a single trial. I've had offers... But none I took. That is... until the day that girl showed up.
February 22, 10:02 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
(Why do I come here to the office every day? It's not like I want to work...)
???:
There you are! Finally! Where have you been!? My sister's trial is tomorrow!
Phoenix:
... ... Um... who are you?
???:
It doesn't matter who I am! It only matters who YOU are! You're the famous defense attorney, Mia Fey!
Phoenix:
...
???:
...
Phoenix:
...
???:
Oh, uh... You're not Mia Fey, are you?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but Ms. Mia Fey no longer... works here.
???:
So you are...? The coffee boy?
Phoenix:
I'm Phoenix Wright... A defense attorney.
???:
Wright... Wright... Wait! You're THE Phoenix Wright!? The Phoenix Wright from the Edgeworth murder case!?
Phoenix:
Um, yes, that's correct. (It wasn't Edgeworth who was murdered, though...)
???:
That's a relief then! You're better than nobody!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry... I'm afraid I'm not taking cases right now.
???:
But, you are Phoenix Wright, right? The undefeated defense
attorney?
Phoenix:
Look, I'm not accepting any new cases. I'm sorry, but you'll have
to try elsewhere.
???:
Please! I'm out of time!
Phoenix:
But...
???:
Please, you have to help! I-it's my sister!
Phoenix:
...! (Maya...? Could it be...?) ... Okay. I'll hear you out.
???:
R-really!? Thank you so much! My name's Ema, Ema Skye. I'm a scientific investigator.
Phoenix:
(Scientific investigator?)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. I tried reading one, and it made my head hurt. When I closed it, it slipped out of my hand. Then my foot hurt too.
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Mia's plant, "Charley." I've been taking care of him in Maya's absence.
Mia's desk
Phoenix:
Mia's desk. I sit here even less now that I've stopped taking cases. I ought to at least dust it off once in a while.
Movie poster
Phoenix:
There's a poster of the Steel Samurai on the wall. Maya stuck it up here on the day that she left. I didn't have the heart to take it down.
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
I do sometimes get strange looks from the clients, though.
Window
Phoenix:
Looks like it's cleaning day again at the hotel across the way. I hear they're planning a second branch outside the city. Egads! The bellboy was staring right at me.
Talk
Ema
Phoenix:
Ema, was it? So you're a "scientific investigator"?
Ema:
Yes! That's right! Is... something wrong?
Phoenix:
No, it's just, you seem kind of, er, jumpy. Or maybe just... young?
Ema:
Young? I'll be sixteen years old this year!
Phoenix:
Oh, I see... wait! Only sixteen!?
Ema:
I'm set to be formally assigned to Forensics in three more years. My work is becoming quite well known... At my age, no less!
Phoenix:
Um, so what exactly is your current position, then?
Ema:
Well, legally speaking... I guess you'd call me an "Eleventh Grader." But I'm ready to do my job! At my age, no less!
Phoenix:
(Great, another future professional in training...)
The case
Phoenix:
So what's this about a case? You said the trial's tomorrow?
Ema:
My sister didn't do it! She wouldn't stab someone with a knife! She wouldn't!
Phoenix:
So... it's a murder case.
Ema:
I don't care if there's a witness who saw her do it! She didn't do it! I know she didn't do it! It's a scientific fact!
Phoenix:
And... there's a witness.
Ema:
J-just talk to her! You have to talk to her!
Phoenix:
Right... I suppose I will.
Ema:
I promised her I'd bring Mia Fey, but...
Phoenix:
(That's interesting... How would she know Mia?)
Sci. Investigator (appears after Ema)
Phoenix:
So, you want to be a scientific investigator when you grow up, then?
Ema:
E-excuse me? I'm not a child, I'll have you know!
Phoenix:
Still, it's good to have a goal. Albeit a very unusual one.
Ema:
I believe investigations should be done scientifically! Don't you?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah. (Sure can't fault her for a lack of enthusiasm.)
Ema:
If this case is handled scientifically, I'm sure my sister's name will be cleared!
Phoenix:
Your sister...?
Ema:
I've been doing research, you know! I'm developing a new scientific method of case investigation! I'll show you when I'm done!
Phoenix:
I'm looking forward to it. (Guess I should get down to the Detention Center and talk to her sister.)
Relation to Mia (appears after The case)
Ema:
My sister asked for her specifically. Mia Fey... was a few years below her in school.
Phoenix:
(So she went to the same school as Mia.)
Ema:
She always told me to go to Mia if I ever needed a defense attorney... And, well... I need one.
Phoenix:
Um, incidentally, Mia is a woman.
Ema:
Mia... Yeah, I thought it was a little strange when I saw you, too.
Phoenix:
Well, it's nice of you to help your sister out like this. You must be close.
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
?
Ema:
Well... Actually, when she gets like she is now, I kind of hate her.
Phoenix:
(Huh?)
Ema:
But... But she's my only family.
Phoenix:
Your only family? What about your parents?
Ema:
They died in a car accident when I was little.
Phoenix:
Oh... I'm sorry.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
See this? It's my Attorney's Badge.
Ema:
Ahh! Well! I've never seen a real one before.
Phoenix:
(You're the first one who's actually been interested in mine, believe me.)
Ema:
Its composition is mostly silver. The gold plating is flaking a bit.
Phoenix:
(She analyzed it. Scientifically...)
Ema:
There doesn't appear to be any corrosion due to sulfides. I'd give you $50.00 for it.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but it's not for sale. Yet...
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
February 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
February 22Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Ema:
...
Phoenix: (Hmm, I wonder what's wrong with Ema? She got quiet all of a sudden as soon as we arrived.)
???:
Guard... I thought I told you I didn't want visitors.
Guard:
S-s-s-sorry, ma'am! It's j-j-just, your sister...
???:
No excuses! Or did you not want a raise this year, hmm?
Guard:
U-u-u-understood, ma'am!
Phoenix:
(Wh-wh-wh-what was that all about?)
Ema:
H-hi, Lana.
???:
Funny. I seem to remember specifically telling you NOT to come here. Perhaps my memory is failing?
Ema:
L-look... I didn't want to come here either, okay? But your trial's tomorrow and you still don't have a defense attorney!
???:
I'll be the one in court tomorrow. This has nothing to do with you, Ema. Isn't that right, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Hey! How do you know me?
???:
Mia mentioned you. I've heard... quite a bit.
Phoenix:
Er, I'm sorry. What exactly is it that you do...?
???:
My name is Lana, Lana Skye.
Lana:
I'm Chief Prosecutor for this district.
Phoenix:
Y-you're a prosecutor!? (Two sisters... one a lawyer. Could this be a coincidence? Ema... Lana... I mean, they're just like...)
Ema:
Is something wrong, Mr. Wright?
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile for the camera...
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He's frozen in fear of the frigid Miss Lana. I'm feeling a bit chilly myself.
Talk
The case
Lana:
There's something you should know from the start.
Phoenix:
W-which is?
Lana:
The suspect in this case has confessed to the crime.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
W-wait! But the suspect... The suspect is...!
Lana:
Me. I did it. Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Well... why don't you begin by telling me exactly what happened.
Lana:
The crime took place yesterday, February 21, at 5:15 PM.
Phoenix:
That's quite specific.
Lana:
It was in the witness's deposition. A witness clearly saw me committing the crime.
Phoenix:
Uh... My, that was a bit of bad luck, wasn't it?
Lana:
The crime took place in the underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office. The body was found in the trunk of my subordinate's car.
Phoenix:
The Prosecutor's Office, huh? (In your subordinate's car trunk? Classy...)
Lana:
I was arrested on the spot. Caught red-handed, as it were.
Phoenix:
(My, my...)
The victim
Phoenix:
So, who was the victim?
Lana:
An investigator with the Police Department. I suppose the correct term is "Detective."
Ema:
A detective...?
Lana:
Death was due to a loss of blood. He was stabbed once in the stomach.
Phoenix:
By... you?
Lana:
Death wasn't immediate, but the wound was fatal.
Phoenix:
I see...
Lana:
Allow me to repeat myself, Mr. Wright. The victim was a detective. You know what that means, don't you?
Phoenix:
Uh oh!
Ema:
What? Mr. Wright? What does it mean?
Phoenix:
Well, it means...
Lana:
The police department will consider it a matter of pride to have me found guilty. They will use any means at their disposal to do so.
Phoenix:
(This case gets worse and worse with everything I learn.)
Lana
Phoenix:
So, you're the Chief Prosecutor?
Lana:
That is correct. I'm responsible for overseeing every trial handled by prosecutors in this district. I make sure the prosecutors have what they need to do the job, and manage every aspect. Those are my responsibilities, in a nutshell.
Phoenix:
(That's an awfully large nutshell.)
Lana:
Still, I'm a little surprised. I would think you'd recognize the district's Chief Prosecutor, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lana:
In fact, it seems impossible you wouldn't...
Ema:
Um... Lana? What happened to your hand?
Lana:
Oh, this? I cut myself by accident. When I stabbed him, that is.
Ema:
Huh?
Lana:
I'm not very good at being a criminal, I suppose.
Phoenix:
(How am I supposed to defend this!? Time to change the subject... Wait, she was in the class ahead of Mia, wasn't she...?)
Relation to Mia (appears after Lana)
Phoenix:
Um, you were in school with Mia, correct? A few years above her?
Lana:
... Ema told you that, too, did she?
Ema:
W-well, why not? I did drag him all the way here from his office!
Lana:
Although it seems he has very little in common with Mia...
Phoenix:
(Hey!)
Lana:
It was in law school. I was in my third year, and she was auditing the class. She was different than the other students.
Phoenix:
Different?
Lana:
She was strong... She'd do anything to become a defense attorney. Anything. That... was probably why she was attracted to me.
Phoenix:
E-excuse me!?
Ema:
Intellectually attracted! Lana was top of her class in school.
Lana:
I was the best there was.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Ema:
I'm doing pretty good in school too, by the way!
Phoenix:
(It sounds a bit different when Ema says it...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Lana:
Your badge looks new.
Phoenix:
I polish it daily.
Lana:
In a few years, the gold plating will flake off. Then we'll see the real you.
Phoenix:
(Gah! What ever happened to innocent small talk!?)
Lana:
Give it three years. Then we'll see what you have become.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Lana:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
E-excuse me?
Lana:
As you can plainly see, I am admitting my guilt. I think it's safe to say... there's no way you can take this case. None.
Ema:
B-but, Lana!
Lana:
...
Ema:
You... you were always this way, weren't you? You never think of anyone
but yourself.
Lana:
...!
Ema:
I know you didn't do it, Lana, I know! So... So how can you say you did!?
Lana:
...
Ema:
If I lose you... I'll be all alone! I... I hate you, Lana!
Lana:
... Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Lana:
I believe our discussion here is ended. The rest... I leave to you.
Phoenix:
...! Um... you mean, you're requesting my services as your defense?
Lana:
Don't lose any sleep over it. Your client has confessed, after all. The case is over.
Phoenix:
Right... I'll do what I can to get to the bottom of this.
Lana:
...
Phoenix:
(Lana has confessed to the crime, yes... But something doesn't fit. It's that look in Ema's eyes. There's something else going on here... and I'm going to find out what!)
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Ema:
I'm sorry, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh? About what?
Ema:
My sister... She's not always like that you know.
Phoenix:
... I just never expected to be defending another prosecutor again.
Ema:
She's changed a lot. She used to be so gentle, always smiling. Everybody liked her.
Phoenix:
I see... (Sorry, but I'm having trouble imagining that.) What happened to her?
Ema:
I don't know for certain myself... I think maybe she... Well, maybe not.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like there's something there that defies a simple scientific explanation.) Let's go check out this underground parking at the Prosecutor's Office, shall we?
Ema:
O-Okay!
Move
Underground Parking Lot
Leads to:
February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
February 22Prosecutor's OfficeUnderground Parking Lot
Phoenix:
So this is the lot where it all happened?
Ema:
Looks like they're still investigating...
Phoenix:
(Funny that my first visit to the Prosecutor's Office should be like this...)
Ema:
Hey everyone! Keep up the good work!
Phoenix:
H-hey! What are you thinking?
Ema:
Well, they are going to be my coworkers three years from now after all. No harm in saying hello...
Phoenix:
Actually, there is. You know attorneys aren't supposed to examine crime scenes? I'm trying to not stand out too much, here, see?
???:
Hey there! You 'specting to go unnoticed here, pardner?
Ema:
P-Pardner?
???:
What do we have here? Looks like a bambina got loose from the ranch and is up to no good! Folks gotta learn to keep them dogies tied down, pardner.
Ema:
M-Mr. Marshall!
Phoenix:
(Marshall? Looks more like a sheriff to me...)
???:
Lookie here, bambina. I know how you feel. But this is my gang's gold strike, see?
Ema:
Strike...?
???:
This is our claim, our territory. And the goldmine is... evidence. If you're fixin' to mess with what's ours... You'll regret it, pardner! You know what dreams the cacti out in the desert dream? You want to?
Phoenix:
(What's this guy talking about!?)
???:
You head along home now. Happy trails, bambina!
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
Was that uh, hombre, a friend of yours?
Ema:
Uh... kind of... sort of... Yeah. He's a detective.
Phoenix:
(Who thinks he's a sheriff from the Wild West it seems.)
Examine (left side)
Security room
Ema:
Look! A stylish, glass-walled room! Very nice.
Phoenix:
You could see the whole parking lot from in there.
Ema:
It says "SECURITY." Perhaps it's a cafe?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
"Cafe Security"... Yeah, that must be it. Let's check it out later!
Phoenix:
Um. I hate to break it to you, but I think that's probably just a security guard office.
Ema:
... You know, I scored a 97 on my science test the other day!
Phoenix:
(Too bad they don't have a test for common sense.)
Entrance
Ema:
This is where the cars leave the lot.
Phoenix:
The arrow on the ground makes it look more like an entrance.
Ema:
What are you talking about? It's plainly an exit!
Phoenix:
Well, maybe it's both. Kind of a dual purpose?
Ema:
Ah hah! The theory of relativity!
Phoenix:
What? Uh...
Ema:
I've got to write this down. Ah! Hey, hey, Mr. Wright! Maybe you know... Was Mr. Relativity, German? Or was he British?
Phoenix:
Mr. Relativity? Are you sure that was his name?
Door
Ema:
Look! A door! This must mean something!
Phoenix:
I'm not sure that doors "mean" anything.
Ema:
No! It won't open! A mysterious lock!
Phoenix:
I fail to see what's mysterious about it.
Ema:
Mr. Wright... You need to learn to enjoy life more.
Phoenix:
Let's finish our investigation first, shall we?
(Step)ladder
Ema:
Ah hah! A ladder.
Phoenix:
Um... That's a stepladder.
Ema:
What's the difference? In scientific terms, please.
Phoenix:
S-scientific, huh?
Ema:
Look at the basic nature of things, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(This all seems so horribly familiar somehow...)
Phone
Ema:
Here, a phone. Let's see if it works...
Phoenix:
Hey. Don't touch stuff we don't need to be touching.
Ema:
... I can't hear anything! My ears! No, my ears! Maybe it's due to the barometric pressure...
Phoenix:
(What is she babbling about?)
Ema:
Hey!? What did you just say?
Phoenix:
See? You can hear just fine. The phone's broken!
Wall
Ema:
This wall is in our way.
Phoenix:
It's got a faucet for water.
Ema:
Wait! I know! This "wall" is merely a facade, hiding the truth... This is no wall, but a water tank!!!
Phoenix:
(I fail to see how it makes any difference either way...)
Oil drum
Phoenix:
An oil drum. Looks like it's filled with water.
Ema:
I-it's heavy! I can't even budge it!
Phoenix:
The drum over here is on its side.
Ema:
Wait! I know! I'll hide in here and do a stake-out!
Phoenix:
I think you'll probably just get arrested. (In fact, you may not even have to hide in the drum to get arrested.)
Ema:
What? I'm not suspicious!
Wallet
Phoenix:
What's this? A wallet?
Phoenix:
Um, excuse me! Officer!
Ema:
W-w-waaaait! What are you doing, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
What am I doing? I just found this wallet, so I'm handing it over to the police...
Ema:
I don't believe it! This is real basic: anything at a crime scene is evidence! Let's be scientific about this, please! Just put it in your pocket.
Phoenix:
H-how is that scientific? (Sounds like theft to me!)
Wallet hastily stuffed into pocket.
Ema:
I'm called to duty already, and at my tender age! Here, I'll teach you the trick to examining evidence in detail, okay?
Phoenix:
(By the way her eyes are sparkling, I can tell she's been waiting for this...)
Ema:
Okay, okay, now. Look at the Court Record! You have to be sure to examine evidence carefully on all sides! Now. Let's start examining! From every angle!
Button on Wallet
Ema:
Oh look! I think there might be a clue there. You should check it out! Press the Examine button.
Leads to:
"This... This is an ID card."
Phoenix:
This... This is an ID card. (Detective Bruce Goodman, ID # 5842189...)
Ema:
See? Well? Isn't scientific investigation useful?
Phoenix:
I guess... Though I don't see what "science" has to do with it.
Goodman's ID added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Let's be sure to examine every piece of evidence we find!
Phoenix:
(I guess I've got to be on my toes from now on...)
Examine (right side)
Anywhere
Ema:
Well, no time to waste! Let's get hunting for clues! Hmm... I wonder what this is?
???:
Well, pardner. Looks like you got no intention of going home quietly.
Phoenix:
(The sheriff!)
???:
Like I said before, this here's our claim. You'd best be moseying along. Unless you're fixing to bite the bullet.
Phoenix:
(Gah! Scary!)
Ema:
C-could you just tell us one thing...? Who owns that car?
???:
Well, well. The little filly's got a good nose on her! You want to know who rides that red mustang with the body in her saddle, eh?
Ema:
Please!
???:
No problem, pardner. 'Bout time for vittles anyway. Get yourself to the saloon up on the 12th floor of the Prospector's Office. Might just find you a cervesa you like.
Phoenix:
(Prospector's Office? Where does this guy think he is? And when, for that matter!?)
Ema:
Note to self: look up vittles, saloon, cervesa.
Phoenix:
(Maybe we should check out room 1202... the High Prosecutor's Office!)
???:
In any case, stay away from the car. You can look around here all you like, just keep your paws off our claim.
Phoenix:
(Right... great.)
Ema:
Great! Maybe there are some clues around here, Mr. Wright! Let's check it out!
Examine evidence
Back of Attorney's Badge
Ema:
So this is what the back of the badge looks like! And I always thought it had a safety pin!
Phoenix:
Each badge has a number carved into it. That way, you can tell which attorney it belongs to.
Ema:
You mean you couldn't lend your badge to anyone?
Phoenix:
No, I'd be found out right away.
Ema:
Well that's no fun!
Identification on Goodman's ID
Phoenix:
A name and ID number are written here. "Detective Bruce Goodman, ID# 5842189"
Ema:
I wonder why they only use numbers for IDs.
Phoenix:
What else would they use?
Ema:
Letters, silly! They're the reason we have a written language in the first place!
Phoenix:
True...
Ema:
"Detective: Gruce Goodman, ID: YABADAB" See? Wouldn't that be better?
Phoenix:
"YABADAB"? Well, it does have a certain ring to it...
Ema:
Exactly my point! Tee-hee!
Phoenix:
(It doesn't take much to amuse her.)
(Examining Wallet and right side leads to:)
???:
Excuse me? Were you two all set?
Ema:
Us?
Phoenix:
(What's this? She couldn't be...)
Ema:
Y-you're selling lunches? Here? This is a crime scene!
???:
Hello! Half n' Half, was it?
Ema:
Oh. Uh, thanks.
???:
And you, sir?
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
???:
Some Crunchy Goodness coming at you!
Phoenix:
Uh... thanks. (Interesting way of doing business.)
???:
This area is off limits to anyone without clearance. Especially passers-by. Or are you officers?
Ema:
Uh... no, but you... You don't exactly look like the type to have clearance.
???:
Well, that's hardly a way to greet someone! Even if my days as the "Cough-up Queen" are over...
Phoenix:
C-cough-up? Huh?
Ema:
You know, I'm feeling kind of full. Maybe I'll pass on lunch...
???:
I'm quite connected to this case, you see. The images are burned into my eyes, you might say. Yes, all the sordid secrets...
Ema:
Secrets...?
???:
Dear me. You are a slow one, aren't you? I'm referring to the murder. The stabbing of that detective.
Phoenix:
Whaaaat!?
Lana:
A witness clearly saw me committing the crime.
Ema:
You mean you're the witness my sister was talking about?
Phoenix:
Please! Cough-up Queen! Tell us what happened!
Angel:
The name is Angel Starr. Don't you go forgetting it. Or before you know it I'll have you whimpering at my heels.
Phoenix:
Y-y-yes, ma'am! (Yipes! She means it!)
Move
High Prosecutor's Office
Leads to:
February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Anything else
Phoenix:
Here, see this?
Ema:
Ahh! I've noticed that defense attorneys have a tendency to want to show people things.
Phoenix:
(What is this? A behavioral study of lawyers?)
February 22High Prosecutor's OfficeRoom 1202
Ema:
This... this is quite the place.
Phoenix:
You can say that again.
Ema:
But, you know Mr. Wright, you could do your office up like this too! All you need is money and a little design sense...
Phoenix:
I'm not doing so well in either of those areas.
Ema:
In any case, it looks like the prosecutor is out.
Phoenix:
Let's come back later.
Examine
Jacket
Ema:
There's a jacket framed on the wall like a painting! The fabric is high-grade cashmere... Italian styling... Silk ruffles, turquoise buttons, and a gold thread collar. I'm guessing it's worth around $5,000.
Phoenix:
F-five thousand dollars!?
Ema:
Speaking of which, your suit would be about...
Phoenix:
Th-that's enough of that. I don't need my life appraised thank you very much.
Window
Ema:
Whoa! What a view! It must be nice to have an office on the 12th floor.
Phoenix:
I guess you would feel... important.
Ema:
Incidentally... Were you to jump out this window, the time until impact with the ground would be... ... Got it! Approximately 3.23 seconds!
Phoenix:
(That's handy to know...)
Bookshelf
Ema:
Whoa! These are all case files!? They're stacked up to the ceiling! There's even a ladder...
Phoenix:
With them already packed in so tight like that... what's he going to do when he gets new case files?
Ema:
... Splendid, Mr. Wright! What an unusual observation!
Phoenix:
(I think that was a compliment...)
Sofa
Ema:
Ooh! What a soft and comfy sofa! It makes you want to say, "sofa, so good!"
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
"Sofa"... "So far"...?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I got it. (I'm glad she's not an aspiring comedienne...)
Trophy
Phoenix:
What's this? It looks like a shield of some kind... It's broken. Maybe it's made out of chocolate, and he took a bite out of it.
Ema:
It appears to be made out of bronze with gold plating. It's not worth much. $70 tops.
Phoenix:
(This girl has a thing about pricing everything, doesn't she?)
Ema:
I wonder what that big "K" means? Mysterious...
Bouquet
Ema:
Wow! What an amazing bouquet!
Phoenix:
No kidding. Hey, there's a card on it... "Back from the Dead -- Wendy" ("Wendy?"... I've heard that name somewhere before.)
Ema:
And here beside it... A giant Steel Samurai! Wow, I want one!
Phoenix:
Huh? There's something written on the bottom of his foot. "Between a rock and a hard place. -- Wendy"
Ema:
Is the prosecutor in this office named "Wendy"?
Phoenix:
Um... I don't think so.
Desk
Phoenix:
A work desk. It's quite tidy, as one might expect.
Ema:
What a nice desk! Easy to use, and easy on the eyes! It's polished so high I can see my own reflection.
Phoenix:
I'd prefer not to have to look at myself while I work...
Tea set
Ema:
Oooh! Cute! What a pretty tea set!
Phoenix:
I go more for the instant tea bags myself.
Ema:
Amazing! The drawer below is filled with packets of tea leaves! They're all sorted by place of origin and flavor! Look at this Royal blend! What an exquisitely splendid concoction!
Phoenix:
(There's such a thing as taking a hobby too far...)
Chessboard
Ema:
Hey, a chessboard!
Phoenix:
I'm not too up on my chess but it looks like Blue's in a bit of a tight spot.
Ema:
The Red Knights have surrounded the Blue Pawn...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Those horses are mounted knights. Their swords have really sharp "edges!" And check out that poor pawn, his head is kind of spiky... Kind of reminds me of you.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I know, but isn't the point to surround the King?)
 
Underground Parking Lot
Talk
The case
Angel:
Somehow... I knew. Yesterday was a day of destiny... I knew something was going to happen... Just like I know that the Daily Special on Friday every week is salmon.
Phoenix:
Destiny...? Was yesterday special for some reason?
Angel:
You're a defense attorney, right? You should know then. You should know the foul misdeeds of the evil ones who haunt this den of inequity!
Ema:
E-evil ones?
Angel:
Prosecutors! They have no qualms at all about blackening the name of innocents! And yesterday they paid homage to the most evil one of all! They gave an award for "King of Prosecutors"... What a farce!
Ema:
So, she's saying... There was some sort of prosecutor's convention yesterday.
Angel:
I was almost compelled to lace their lunches with something foul...
Ema:
Do you have a personal grievance against prosecutors, or something? Or is there some kind of scientific evidence of this, um, "evil"?
Angel:
Young miss... Mock me at your own risk! You'll soon find out why they call me the "Cough-up Queen"!
Ema:
Ew!
Angel:
The most heinous of all the evil ones, the one they awarded yesterday... It was in his car that they found the body! Proof that he devours the evilest lunches of all!
Ema:
R-really!?
Phoenix:
(Really what? I'm totally confused... One thing's clear. This lunch lady has a thing against prosecutors.)
What you witnessed
Phoenix:
So, what exactly was it that you witnessed, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
It was a fascinating spectacle, to be sure! I now feel I know what they say when they talk about a "woman's wrath." To see Lana Skye wield that knife so...
Phoenix:!
Angel:
Her knife flashed in anger, bringing him to a sad end. It was truly a sight to see.
Ema:
Y-you mean you saw the very moment of the crime!?
Angel:
The sound of his silvery ties to this world being cruelly cut still rings in my ears. And the rhythmic beat of Lana Skye's knife...
Phoenix:
Wait a second! You know Lana Skye?
Angel:
Hmph. Of course. It's quite a feat... becoming Chief Prosecutor. How many lunchboxes of sin did she pack to make that journey, I wonder!
Ema:
She... always travels light.
Phoenix:
(Now why would this pretty lunch lady know the Chief Prosecutor's name?)
Angel
Ema:
Um... Could we ask you a bit about yourself, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
I come here every day to sell lunches. I import only the freshest and best from the Far East. For some reason, the box lunches are a hit here.
Ema:
Why not make the lunches here rather than import them?
Angel:
Did you say something?
Ema:
N-no...
Angel:
Only true connoisseurs can understand... The kind you can only tell someone who has tried General Tso's Trilobite lunch set.
Ema:
Ah... Nevermind... You win.
Phoenix:
(I don't even want to appreciate part of a trilobite's flavor.)
Angel:
Anyway, I come here every day to sell lunches. My boyfriend works in the security room here at the Prosecutor's Office.
Ema:
Y-your boyfriend?
Angel:
See the security room over there?
Phoenix:
The glass-walled booth?
Angel:
I sell my lunches and, since I'm here anyway, I drop in to see him.
Phoenix:
(Since you're here anyway... I guess selling lunches is more important than romance.)
Ema:
So, to scientifically analyze the data available so far... You, Ms. Starr, are a lunch vendor with an ulterior motive for coming here!
Phoenix:
(Useful analysis. Not.)
Prosecutor's Office (appears after The case and What you witnessed)
Phoenix:
Did you have a bad experience with a prosecutor, Ms. Starr? I sense some... hostility.
Angel:
Hostility? Hah! Perhaps. Prosecutors are all alike. And the bigger they get, the worse they smell. Kind of like 10-day old clams in the chowder.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if Ms. Starr was involved in some sort of legal trouble in the past?)
Ema:
That'd be a sure cause of food poisoning! Scientifically speaking, of course. I mean, now you're talking "Cough-up Queen"!
Phoenix:
(I thought she was just a lunch vendor, but now I'm not so sure...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Angel:
A defense attorney must be able to fight... How about you? Do you think you can win? How about tackling Lunchland's Pickle Supreme lunchbox!?
Ema:
Wow! It's really crunchy!
Phoenix:
(A box of pickles...? Kind of a sad lunch if you ask me.)
Goodman's ID
Phoenix:
About this card...
Angel:
... Lunchland vendors only accept cash. No cards. Especially not a card belonging to someone else!
Phoenix:
No, no, this isn't a credit card. It's an ID card. It belongs to a detective...
Angel:
And you're showing this to me, the lunch lady, why? That's like showing a fine honeyed ham to a detective!
Phoenix:
(Why do I always feel like I'm being mocked?)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Move
High Prosecutor's Office
Leads to:
February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
February 22High Prosecutor's OfficeRoom 1202
Ema:
This is the kind of room that just screams "I can do the job." Quite a change from your office, really.
Phoenix:
Thanks.
Ema:
Look, look! There's a trophy or something here!
Phoenix:
(A trophy? What, that shield?)
Ema:
It takes real nerve to display stuff like this. Whoever's office this is, he must be a real stuck-up jerk!
???:
Mr. Phoenix Wright... You never tire of prying into other people's business, do you?
Phoenix:
(That voice...!) Long time, no see, Edgeworth.
Ema:
Huh? Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! M-M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
...! You know him from somewhere?
Ema:
O-of course! I'm his biggest fan! My sister introduced us once, and...
Phoenix:
(Right... her sister was the Chief Prosecutor, after all.)
Edgeworth:
Well? What brings you here? I'll warn you... I've been known to be a real stuck-up jerk...
Ema:
N-no! Did I...? No! It was just, Mr. Wright here, he...
Phoenix:
Hey! Don't blame me!
Ema:
W-we're just here to investigate a murder case!
Edgeworth:
Murder...?
Ema:
A body was found in this nasty, bright red sports car in the parking lot...
Edgeworth:
Hmm? That would be my car. What of it?
Ema:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!? Y-y-y-your car!?
Phoenix:
(I'll say one thing, she certainly can scream.)
Examine
Jacket
Ema:
Wow! This jacket is even lacier than his usual ones! This must be his lucky trial jacket!
Phoenix:
Lucky jacket, right... I've never seen him wear it.
Ema:
I'm sure there's a story behind why it's in a frame! Maybe I'll be naughty... and take a picture!
Phoenix:
(She's getting way too excited bout this.)
Bookshelf
Ema:
Whoa! These are all case files!? They're stacked up to the ceiling! There's even a ladder...
Phoenix:
Odd... I thought Edgeworth wasn't good with heights.
Ema:
He must have someone get them for him.
Phoenix:
(Strange... Why did I just picture Detective Gumshoe?)
Ema:
He must study these case reports so closely... He's so cool!
Phoenix:
You wouldn't say that if you saw him sweating bullets up on that ladder.
Sofa
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth has such a comfy sofa!
Phoenix:
Sofas like this make me want to curl up and take a nap.
Ema:
I bet he pours over his case files here until the wee hours of the morning... Then he takes off his jacket, rolls up his sleeves... And goes to sleep using his arms as a pillow!
Phoenix:
(I don't believe it. She's actually daydreaming about Edgeworth working...)
Ema:
I bet in the morning he has sofa hair, and little creases in his cheek from the seams! He's so cool!
Phoenix:
Sofa-hair is cool!?
Trophy
Phoenix:
I've been wondering... what the heck is this?
Ema:
It has a big "K" on it.
Edgeworth:*mumbles* of Prosecutors...
Phoenix:
Huh? What's that?
Edgeworth:
It's the "King of Prosecutors" trophy.
Ema:
K-K-K... "King of Prosecutors"!?
Edgeworth:
It's a great honor. They send that shield to the best prosecutor each year. What! So?
Phoenix:
So that "K"... that's...
Ema:
"K" stands for "King"?
Edgeworth:
Yeah, you got a problem with that? I didn't design the thing!
Ema:
"King of Prosecutors"... Kind of like "Employee of the Month," only better!
King of Prosecutors Trophy added to the Court Record.
Trophy (subsequent times)
Ema:
So that's the "King of Prosecutors" shield, huh?
Phoenix:
Well done, Edgeworth. You must be proud to be the King of Prosecutors!
Ema:
Congratulations! King! Of! Prosecutors!
Edgeworth:
Please, stop saying that.
Phoenix:
(That still doesn't explain one thing... Why is the tip of this shield broken off?)
Bouquet
Ema:
My, my, my! What an amazing bouquet! Just right for Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
No kidding. Hey, there's a card on it... "Back from the Dead -- Wendy" ("Wendy?"... I've heard that name somewhere before.)
Ema:
And here beside it... A giant Steel Samurai! Wow, I want one!
Phoenix:
Huh? There's something written on the bottom of his foot. "Between a rock and a hard place. -- Wendy"
Ema:
Wendy? Is she Mr. Edgeworth's fiancee?
Phoenix:
Um... I don't think so.
Desk
Phoenix:
A work desk. It's quite tidy, as one might expect.
Ema:
What a nice desk! Easy to use, and easy on the eyes! It's polished so well I can see my own reflection.
Phoenix:
(Strange... Why did I just picture Detective Gumshoe?)
Ema:
Maybe I'll take that name plaque as a souvenir.
Phoenix:
Don't. He'll sue you.
Chessboard
Ema:
Hey, a chessboard!
Phoenix:
I'm not too up on my chess but it looks like Blue's in a bit of a tight spot.
Ema:
The Red Knights have surrounded the Blue Pawn...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Those horses are mounted knights. Their swords have really sharp "edges!" And check out that poor pawn, his head is kind of spiky... Kind of reminds me of you. Mr. Edgeworth must be an avid chess player! What's wrong, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Edges... surrounding a pawn with spiky hair... Nah... It's nothing.)
Talk
The case
Phoenix:
So, the body was found in your car?
Edgeworth:
Go ahead, say it, Wright. You think I did it, don't you? After you went through all that trouble to help me last year, no less.
Ema:
N-no, we don't think you did it! I mean, it was my sister who stabbed him... Uh, wait, no, she didn't do that! I mean...
Edgeworth:
Wait... So you're the Chief Prosecutor's little sister, then?
Ema:
Y-yes sir! Ema Skye! It, uh... It's nice to meet you again!
Phoenix:
(Now that didn't sound forced at all...)
Edgeworth:
Ah, now I remember. You've... really grown. I'll admit, it was a surprise to me, too. To think that my own car would become the scene of a murder. More surprising still... Now I'm forced to prove my superior's guilt.
Phoenix:
I can understand... W-wait!... What did you say!?
Edgeworth:
Lana Skye is the Chief Prosecutor... the top prosecutor in the district. She can't prosecute herself, so I'll be the prosecutor at the trial tomorrow.
Ema:
You!? Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth
Edgeworth:
To be honest... It's a bit of a miracle I'm still here at all.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Rumors. You've heard the rumors about me, haven't you?
Phoenix:
(Miles Edgeworth... It's hard to remember a time when there WEREN'T rumors about this guy... Forging evidence, arranging false testimony, illegal searches, you name it...)
Edgeworth:
Thanks to you, my innocence was established in the trial at the end of last year. However, there are some who say I'm the one responsible for the current incident.
Phoenix:
Wh-what? That's crazy!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Some people need very little excuse to think ill of others. It's a fact of life. Impossible to stop.
Ema:
But...
Edgeworth:
Some of them even go so far as to present me with toys like this... They think it's funny.
Phoenix:
(Toys? That bronze shield? There's got to be a story behind that one...)
Lana Skye (appears after The case)
Edgeworth:
Chief prosecutor Skye? Yes...We first worked together on a case two years ago. It was my first big case.
Ema:
That's right, I remember.
Phoenix:
(Two years ago... I wasn't even a lawyer yet.)
Edgeworth:
Since then, I always felt that she was looking out for me... It appears I was mistaken.
Ema:
M-mistaken!? Why? I mean, I know she's not the warmest person... But I'm sure she felt some responsibility for you!
Edgeworth:
Then... why? Why did she stab someone in the trunk of my car? Not only that... She stabbed him with my knife.
Ema:
Wha... Whaaaaaat!? Mr. Edgeworth! Your knife was the murder weapon!?
Edgeworth:
To be specific, it was the knife kept in the toolbox in the trunk of my car.
Edgeworth's Knife added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Um... Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
What?
Phoenix:
Are you sure you didn't do it?
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(C'mon, can't he take a joke?)
Ema:
You have a strange sense of humor, Mr. Wright!
The day of the crime (appears after Edgeworth and presenting Prosecutor Trophy)
Phoenix:
Could you tell me more about yesterday... the day of the murder?
Edgeworth:
Yesterday was the annual cleaning day at the Prosecutor's Office.
Ema:
Cleaning day?
Edgeworth:
Working with the Police Department, we sort and file all evidence for solved cases. We call it "evidence transferral."
Ema:
Wiping your hands of old cases, in other words.
Edgeworth:
Oh, and another thing... A ceremony was held at the Police Department. There's an annual review and awards for outstanding police officers and prosecutors.
Phoenix:
And that's when you got the shield?
Edgeworth:
I was at the police department yesterday afternoon... I got back here at 5:12.
Phoenix:
That's... very precise.
Ema:
People like myself and Mr. Edgeworth pride ourselves on our precision, Mr. Wright.
Edgeworth:
No, I place little faith in my memory. The only thing I trust is solid evidence.
Edgeworth's Parking Stub added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
This is the parking stub from the underground lot.
Phoenix:
(The murder took place around 5:15...)
Ema:
So the murder happened right after you got back.
Edgeworth:
What, Wright? I'd appreciate it if you'd direct that suspicious glare elsewhere.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth:
I once dreamed of being a defense attorney, a long time ago.
Ema:
What? You wanted to be a defense attorney, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Yet, my path is laid out clearly before me... I have no time to reflect on what might have been.
Goodman's ID
Phoenix:
Say, Edgeworth, I was wondering about this...
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Huh? What?
Ema:
Are you sure you should be showing that to Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
Oh. (He'll take it for sure, won't he.)
Ema:*sigh* I wish I could be on the same side as Mr. Edgeworth... But then my sister would be found guilty!
Phoenix:
(If she sighs any deeper I'm going to start getting depressed...)
Prosecutor Trophy
Phoenix:
So, in other words, you were the best of the best this year, huh?
Edgeworth:
You can take that foolish grin elsewhere, Wright. I lost a day of work to receive that travesty.
Ema:
Huh? Why's that?
Edgeworth:
I had to go to the Police Department ceremony to receive that broken shield.
Phoenix:
The Police Department?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Right next to the Police Station downtown. You've been there, correct?
Phoenix:
Where Detective Gumshoe works? Yeah.
Ema:
Um, I was wondering something about your shield... Why is it broken?
Edgeworth:
What does it matter? I've got more important things to worry about.
Ema:
Oh. Right...
Phoenix:
(He doesn't seem too concerned about his award, for better or for worse.)
Edgeworth:
Yesterday was a very busy day for the Prosecutor's Office.
Ema:
Maybe... we should ask him more about yesterday?
Anything else
Edgeworth:
It's against my policy to discuss evidence with the defense. Especially with you.
Ema:
He doesn't like you much, does he, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Nah. With Edgeworth it's never personal... It's all about winning tomorrow.)
Examine evidence
Bottom of Prosecutor Trophy
Ema:
Hey, check it out! There's a metal plate here!
Phoenix:
Hm. It looks like the names of all the previous recipients are engraved on it.
Ema:
Wow. One guy's listed a bunch of times! "von Karma"... I guess he must be a foreigner?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah. That's probably it.
Ema:
Well wherever he's from, he must have been an amazing prosecutor! I'd like to meet this Mr. "von Karma" sometime!
Phoenix:
(When she says it, his name does have kind of a ring to it...)
Front of Parking Stub
Phoenix:
"Miles Edgeworth - 17:12"... This is dated the day of the crime.
Ema:
The murder took place three minutes after Edgeworth parked his car. If only he was held up at a couple extra lights... he wouldn't have been caught up in this whole affair.
Phoenix:
Perhaps.
Ema:
It just goes to show you never know what'll happen when you run a yellow light.
Blood on Edgeworth's Knife
Ema:
This must be the victim's blood, right?
Phoenix:
Either that, or Edgeworth cut himself peeling an apple. What's Edgeworth doing with a knife like this anyway?
Ema:
Hey! Maybe he spends his weekends roughing it in the wild!
Phoenix:
Edgeworth? In the wild? I think my fruit-peeling theory is more likely.
Ema:
Are you kidding? I always pictured him as an outdoorsman!
Phoenix:
(Now there's a scary thought...)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
???:
Um...! Excuse me! But is Mr. Edgeworth, uh... anywhere on the premises?
Edgeworth:
I'm Edgeworth. What is it?
Officer:
I'm here, sir, at the request of the Chief, sir! I've got your report, sir!
Edgeworth:
Report? What? Did you find new evidence in the case against Chief Prosecutor Skye!?
Phoenix:
(I don't like the way this conversation is going at all...)
Officer:
Er... Skye, sir? No, sir! No name of that kind, sir! Not in this report, sir!
Edgeworth:
...!
Phoenix:
(I think I just heard Edgeworth's lid blow.)
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth's lid isn't on very tight, is it?
Edgeworth:
I made a clear request to the Police Department, did I not? I need to focus on the trial tomorrow, so don't bring me anything unrelated!
Officer:
Sir! But, but sir! I'm just following orders, sir! They told me to bring this to you! I wasn't aware of the peculiars of your arrangement with us, sir!
Edgeworth:
Give me your name!
Meekins:
U-uh, yes... yes, Sir! M-M-Meekins, sir. Officer Meekins!
Edgeworth:
Right. Officer Meekins? Take your report and leave. And good luck with that raise next month.
Meekins:*whimper* B-but, sir, I d-didn't know!
Phoenix:
(Poor guy. Looks like he was absent on the day they gave out brains and good luck.)
Edgeworth:
Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, sir!? (Gah! He caught me off guard!)
Edgeworth:
As you can see, I'm busy. You may leave now.
Ema:
L-let's do as he says, Mr. Wright!
Edgeworth:
The victim was a detective from the same department as that patrolman just now. Go down to the Police Department. You can ask more there.
Phoenix:
U-uh... Thanks. (He seems to have finally calmed down at least.)
Examine
Trophy
Edgeworth:
I'm busy preparing for tomorrow. And I'm not in the mood for idle banter. Especially not with you.
Ema:
L-let's go, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Fine. I'll just have to talk to him when he perks up.)
Talk
Any option
Edgeworth:
I'm busy preparing for tomorrow. And I'm not in the mood for idle banter. Especially not with you.
Ema:
L-let's go, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Fine. I'll just have to talk to him when he perks up.)
Present
Anything
Edgeworth:
I'm busy preparing for tomorrow. And I'm not in the mood for idle banter. Especially not with you.
Ema:
L-let's go, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Fine. I'll just have to talk to him when he perks up.)
Underground Parking Lot
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this?
Angel:
You!
Phoenix:
Y-yes!?
Angel:
You said you wanted some hot tea, right?
Phoenix:
Uh, no, but thanks. (She didn't even look at me.)
Ema:
Mmm! You must have to brew the leaves a long time to get rich flavor like this!
Angel:
We "pre-infuse" the leaves with steam before brewing.
Ema:
I knew it! So that's the secret to their aroma! Exquisite!
Phoenix:
(The only thing I'm smelling here is wasted time...)
Move
Police Dept. Entrance
Leads to:
February 22
Police Department
Entrance
February 22Police DepartmentEntrance
Ema:
Whew... We're finally here. Why would they put the detectives so far away from the Prosecutor's Office?
Phoenix:
That took almost 30 minutes by taxi... and traffic wasn't even that bad. This is my first time to the Police Department, actually. ? Hold on, what's that?
Ema:
Disturbing! Why does it undulate like that?
Phoenix:
Oh, wait I know. This is the "Blue Badger." They're trying to make him the police mascot.
Ema:
Wow, Mr. Wright! You know a lot about the Police Department! Still, he does seem familiar, somehow...
Phoenix:
Forget the Blue Badger! Who's that next to him!?
Ema:
Someone appears to be... dancing with the Blue Badger... Uh oh. He noticed me.
Phoenix:
He sure is running over here fast...
Gumshoe:
H-h-h-hey, pal! W-w-w-what're you doin' here!?
Phoenix:
That's my line, Detective Gumshoe. Specifically, why were you dancing over there?
Gumshoe:
What!? Um, well...
Phoenix:
(Well, at least he doesn't seem to be busy. This is our chance to get information!)
Gumshoe:
Hey! I'll have you know I'm a very busy man, pal.
Examine
Bulletin board
Phoenix:
The usual wanted posters are hanging up on the bulletin board here. <<Do you know this face!? If you do, dial 911!>>
Ema:
You know, Mr. Wright, I've always thought it was kind of funny... I've never seen anyone who looked like the people in these posters. They hardly even look human!
Phoenix:
... (She has a point...)
Blue Badger
Ema:
Uh, I was wondering about that...
Gumshoe:
What? The Dancing Blue Badger? It's my masterpiece!
Phoenix:
You made this, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
The chief threw together some designs and I just did my thing, pal.
Ema:
N-nice work...
Gumshoe:
It's battery-powered, so it can go anywhere! There's no switch, so it just dance dance dances until the batteries die!
Ema:
Poor Blue Badger... fated to dance until he drops.
Blue Badger added to the Court Record.
Entrance sign
Ema:
I always get excited when I come to the police station.
Phoenix:
Why is that?
Ema:
It just feels like I've jumped into a movie.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
You know, with all the police and criminals.
Phoenix:
W-well, I don't know if this is all that exciting.
Ema:
Sure it is! Look at those two officers over there. They're probably talking about the latest bust!
Phoenix:
... Funny, I thought they were talking about the weather.
Glass doors
Phoenix:
The detectives in there look pretty busy.
Ema:
Just imagine! Right now... Behind those doors...! A police drama in action!
Phoenix:
... (Somehow the thought fails to excite me...)
Officers
Phoenix:
Look, that patrolman is saluting the other guy. He must be a detective!
Police:
And then I said "hey, you do that, your soup will get cold, buddy."
Patrolman:
Th-That's hilarious, sir! I laughed so hard I cried!
Ema:
... I guess he wasn't saluting, he was wiping tears from his eyes.
Phoenix:
They make a good pair.
Banner
Ema:
The banner here is announcing the "Crime Fighting Campaign."
Phoenix:
Nice slogan...
Ema:
I wonder if they'll be selling fingerprinting sets.
Phoenix:
I don't think it's that kind of campaign.
Ema:
What family wouldn't want a set at home? It's good for finding out who snuck into the cookie jar.
Phoenix:
I think most families can figure that out without the extra help.
Police car
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Do you know why patrol cars are painted black and white?
Phoenix:
No idea. Why?
Ema:
Well, I think they're designed after a panda!
Phoenix:
A panda...?
Ema:
Not that I have scientific proof. It's just a theory.
Phoenix:
Um... do you mind me asking how you came up with that theory?
Ema:
It was when I was on a school trip! I saw a patrol car and it came to me! We had just been at the zoo, see...
Phoenix:
... What about zebras? Or did they not have those at your zoo?
Talk
The case
Gumshoe:
I'll give you one word of advice, pal. You'd better not agree to defend the suspect in this case.
Ema:
Wh... Why not?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Well... It's just that the Chief Prosecutor has confessed to the crime. She says she summoned the detective to the Prosecutor's Office and... she killed him.
Ema:
But, what if she's not telling the truth!?
Gumshoe:
Yes, well... no! C'mon, pal! There's plenty of evidence against her!
Ema:
B-but what if the evidence was faked?
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal. Can I speak to you for a second?
Phoenix:
Huh? Me?
Gumshoe:
Why is this little girl so peeved at me?
Phoenix:
She's a relative of the suspect. Lana Skye's sister.
Gumshoe:
Whoa!!! The Chief Prosecutor's little sister!?
Ema:
Just, please investigate this case carefully, okay? Scientifically!
Gumshoe:
Yessir! Oh, by the way. You might want to keep your voices down. You don't want to be overheard using words like "faked"...
Ema:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
It's just... it's a sensitive issue with us these days.
The investigation
Ema:
So... what are you doing here, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Me? Oh, well... nothing, really. They kicked me out of Criminal Affairs...
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe! What did you do this time?
Gumshoe:
Whaddya mean, "this time"!?
Ema:
Then, what happened? I know things are busy right now... I mean... with my sister's case and all...
Gumshoe:
It's true. We've never had a Chief Prosecutor murder anyone before! Only the highest-ranked people are being let into Criminal Affairs now... The lowest ranking guy in there is our chief of detectives. They're not letting any of us rank-and-file detectives in at all.
Ema:
None of you?
Phoenix:
(I know this is an important trial, but isn't that a little odd?)
Gumshoe:
So, anyway, I thought I'd spend the day getting the badger dance down pat.
Ema:
Um... Isn't there anything else you could be doing?
Gumshoe:
The Chief of Police himself is directing this investigation, pal. And Officer Marshall was assigned to the underground parking lot.
Ema:
Officer Marshall...
Phoenix:
(Now that I think about it, Ema did seem to know that Marshall guy.)
Gumshoe:
A patrolman in charge of a crime scene... It's unheard of, pal!
Bruce Goodman (appears after presenting Goodman's ID)
Phoenix:
So... this ID card belonged to the victim?
Gumshoe:
He was a detective, like myself. Detective Bruce Goodman.
Ema:
Hmm... Don't you think it's strange? I mean, why would the victim's ID card be lying on the ground where we found it?
Gumshoe:
Well, Detective Goodman should have been at the Police Department yesterday. There was an evidence transferal for a case he handled two years ago.
Ema:
Evidence transferal... Mr. Edgeworth mentioned that too. But... Detective Goodman was killed at the Prosecutor's Office...
Gumshoe:
Well, that's the thing... It's hard to say this, but... Word is that Chief Prosecutor Skye called him out there, to the parking lot.
Phoenix:
(And Lana's confessing as much...)
Rumors at law (appears after presenting Prosecutor Trophy, and Parking Stub or Edgeworth's Knife)
Gumshoe:
He's in a tough spot, again...
Phoenix:
"Again"...?
Gumshoe:
Well, it all started with the murder of that defense attorney, Hammond.
Ema:
But Edgeworth was found innocent!
Gumshoe:
Listen, pal, there have always been rumors about Edgeworth. Forging evidence, making deals with witnesses... Nothing outright, but there were always whispered rumors. Ever since he was accused of murder, no one's whispering. They're practically shouting!
Ema:
But... but there's no evidence against him!
Gumshoe:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth has always had unusually strong ties to the department higher-ups. It's only natural that people would be suspicious.
Phoenix:
(I had no idea he was under the gun...)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, this latest case has started a new rumor. People say the only reason he took this case... is because he's aiming for the Chief Prosecutor position himself!
Phoenix:
W-what!?
Gumshoe:
But I know the truth, pal! Nobody wants to be the one who has to prosecute the chief prosecutor! Mr. Edgeworth is biting the bullet on this one! He's doing this for all of us!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Detective... here's my attorney's badge.
Gumshoe:
You show this to me every time we meet, pal. Real men show their police badge. 'Nuff said!
Ema:
I wish had a badge... Even an ID card would be nice...
Phoenix:
(Wait... Speaking of ID cards, I found that detective's card, didn't I...?)
Goodman's ID
Phoenix:
Um, Detective Gumshoe? What can you tell me about this?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Hey, pal! This is a detective's ID card! You can't just keep that! You have to turn it in to the police! It's people like you that get me into so much trouble all the time!
Phoenix:
(Meaning Detective Gumshoe must drop his card a lot.)
Gumshoe:
Hmm... let's see... "Bruce Goodman"... Goodman... Sounds familiar... ... Nah, my mistake.
Ema:
But, don't you work together with him in Criminal Affairs?
Gumshoe:
Whoa!!! Now I remember! Bruce Goodman! He's the victim!
Phoenix:
(That's what I thought...)
Ema:
Can you tell us more, Detective Gumshoe?
Goodman's ID (subsequent times)
Gumshoe:
This ID card belongs to the victim, Detective Bruce Goodman. You can do just about anything these days with a card and the right secret number... scary!
Phoenix:
It's only scary because you keep dropping your card, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
I forget my secret number a lot, too. It's scary! But... but I'm me, after all! And what could be wrong with that!?
Phoenix:
(I think I'll stay out of this conversation.)
Prosecutor Trophy
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's it! That's the "King of Prosecutors" award that Mr. Edgeworth got yesterday!
Phoenix:
Were you at the awards ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Of course, pal! I got an award for diligence, myself.
Phoenix:
Ah... congratulations.
Ema:
I was wondering, why is the award a shield? And... why is it broken?
Gumshoe:
Oh, there's a reason. Um... I'll tell you what it is later.
Phoenix:
(Apparently, he's forgotten.)
Gumshoe:
But, I was proud of Mr. Edgeworth for winning that award. He's even got naysayers in the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, we've heard about the rumors...)
Parking Stub or Edgeworth's Knife
Gumshoe:
Found in Mr. Edgeworth's car, stabbed with Mr. Edgeworth's knife, huh... What would drive Chief Prosecutor Skye to do such a thing?
Ema:
...
Gumshoe:
W-wait, I didn't mean... I mean, sure, of course someone else really did it! Someone who must have, um... Someone who must have a grudge against Mr. Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
(The car and the knife do seem a little too well-organized to be a coincidence.)
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth... What could have happened?
Phoenix:
(We have to find out a little more about what's going on with Edgeworth...)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
As a detective, I have to keep my mouth shut on that one. I know better than to go blabbing on about things I don't know about...
Phoenix:
No, I wouldn't want you to do that either...
Gumshoe:
Good. 
(Examining Blue Badger and clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gumshoe:
... And that's all I know about that. I'm not officially on the case, you know.
Ema:
Thank you!
Phoenix:
Why aren't you handling the case, Detective Gumshoe? We met the guy who is... what was his name? The guy in the parking lot...
Gumshoe:
That'd be Officer Marshall. He was appointed directly by the Chief of Police...
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall... Is he some kind of Wild West sheriff or something?
Gumshoe:
No, Jake Marshall's just a regular officer... From West LA.
Phoenix:
For a moment there, I wasn't sure.
Gumshoe:
Look, pal, let me try to make things a little easier for you. Show them this and they'll let you examine the crime scene... maybe.
Letter of Introduction from Detective Gumshoe added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I'll be surprised if this gets us anywhere...)
Gumshoe:
Just act like you're supposed to be there, and nobody will look at you twice, pal!
Examine evidence
Erased text on Letter of Introduction
Ema:
Hey, look here! It looks like something's been erased.
Phoenix:
Maybe it was a letter or something to Detective Gumshoe.
Ema:
Let's see... "Annual bonus: $20." Um... I think a couple zeros are missing.
Phoenix:
No, that sounds about right. (At least in that detective's case...)
Ema:
... Maybe I should rethink my career as an investigator.
Move
Underground Parking Lot
Leads to:
February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
February 22Prosecutor's OfficeUnderground Parking Lot
Phoenix:
(Looks like the investigation is still going...)
???:
I have to be getting back to the shop...
???:
Sorry... Looks like I'll be stuck in this pit 'til the sun sleeps.
???:
I'll see you in my dreams tonight, then, baby.
Angel:
Oh! Still here?
Ema:
Ah, h-hello.
Angel:
Why the surprised looks? Didn't I mention...? I've got a boyfriend in Criminal Affairs, too.
Phoenix:
(What happened to the security guard!?)
Marshall:
Hey! What's wrong, bambina? You're lookin' like a dogie that's lost its herd!
Phoenix:
(Jake Marshall... Strange guy to put in charge of a crime scene.)
Examine
Anywhere
Marshall:
If you want to take a closer look, you'll have to deal with me first, pardner.
Phoenix:
Huh...
Marshall:
A duel at sunset... The winner leaves the loser in the dust and takes all. The blood law of the gunman!
Ema:
Note to self: jurisdiction squabbles are settled by dueling.
Phoenix:
(I think one body per murder case is enough, thanks.)
Talk
Any option
Ema:
There's something I wanted to ask you!
Marshall:
The scene of the crime... a cold grave for men who've lost their dreams... And me? I watch over them as they sleep... dreaming of the desert's harsh judgment. ...
Ema:
He's asleep.
Phoenix:
Well... should we show this hopeless case something to catch his interest?
Present
Attorney's Badge, Goodman's ID, Prosecutor Trophy, or Parking Stub
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall? Could you take a look at this?
Marshall:
Whoa, pardner! If you're fixing to draw on me, you best be ready for a shootout! You ready to become food for the vultures, compadre?
Ema:
Are you ready, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Somehow I don't think he's going to help us.)
Letter of Introduction
Leads to:
"Would you mind reading this for me?"
Anything else
Marshall:
Alright, compadre! Count to three!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Marshall:
You gotta do that if you're going to draw evidence on someone. That's what we do in Texas.
Phoenix:
Remind me never to visit Texas.
Phoenix:
Would you mind reading this for me?
Marshall:
What's this? I warn you, fan letters to me go right in the spittoon!
Phoenix:
It's a letter of introduction from Detective Gumshoe. May we investigate?
Marshall:
Gumshoe...? Ah, that old cowdog? Hmm... He holding a birthday party or something?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Marshall:
Look, where it should say letter of "introduction"... It says "invitation."
Phoenix:
Ah... I think he just miswrote it. (Great, Detective Gumshoe. I owe you one...)
Marshall:
No worries. This proves it's from Detective Gumshoe, better than a blood test. Guess I'd better let you in, then.
Ema:
Th-thank you, Officer Marshall!
Phoenix:
(Officer Marshall isn't a "detective"... he's a "patrolman"... That reminds me of something...)
Ema:
That is odd! Isn't a crime scene supposed to be handled by a detective or higher?
Marshall:
Well, folks. The clues are calling! Welcome to our gold strike. Be like the settler! Strike out for lands unknown! Manifest Destiny! Let's have a hootenanny!
Ema:
Note to self: police investigations are like settling land. Well, Mr. Wright, what do you say!?
Phoenix:
(I say I won't be needing this anymore...)
Detective Gumshoe's Letter of Introduction crumpled and discarded.
Examine (right side)
Cell phone
Phoenix:
That looks like a cell phone.
Ema:
Scientific analysis would suggest this belonged to the victim! I can't think of anyone else it could belong to...
Phoenix:
(What's so scientific about that!?) Should we check it out?
Check it out
Leads to:
"(Right! Let's check it out.)"
Forget it
Phoenix:
On second thought, let's not.
Ema:
What!? Why not? I mean, don't you want to know whose it is?
Phoenix:
Probably one of the Detectives dropped it.
Ema:
Come on! No detective would be that dumb!
Phoenix:
(I don't know. One detective in particular comes to mind.)
Phoenix:
(Right! Let's check it out.)
Examine evidence
Strap on Cell Phone
Ema:
Man, what a boring strap!
Phoenix:
What's wrong with it? Everyone has different tastes, you know.
Ema:
Here, check out mine. It's a Pink Princess strap! These are hard to come by, you know.
Phoenix:
(I see he's as popular as ever with the kids...)
Side button on Cell Phone
Ema:
Hmm. The display is still on the redial button.
Phoenix:
Redial...?
Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright? Most phones keep a record of all the calls you've made and received. You just press the blue button to dial the last number you called. Convenient, isn't it? I'm surprised you didn't know about it.
Phoenix:
Sorry to disappoint you, but even I know about things like "redial."
Ema:
Huh? Oh, I'm sorry! It's just, you never know with people from your generation.
Phoenix:
(Whatever... Let's check this phone out.)
Redial button on Cell Phone
Leads to:
"(Now, I wonder who the owner of this phone called last...)"
Phoenix:
(Now, I wonder who the owner of this phone called last...)
Ema:
Note to self: a defense attorney doesn't think first, he just pushes the button.
Cellular:
*beep*
Cellular:
...
Phoenix:
Hey! That song! I know that!
Marshall:
Hey! What's going on over there?
Cellular:
*beep*
Phoenix:
Ah! Oh, s-sorry.
Marshall:
I see you, pardner! You pressed redial on that there phone, didn't you?
Phoenix:
Uh, well, yeah...
Ema:
Whose phone is this, anyway? It was on the ground over there...
Marshall:
Whose is it? That belongs to Chief Prospector Skye.
Ema:
What? It's my sister's!?
Marshall:
She apparently dropped it when she was taken into custody, right after the crime. Look... the last call was made right when the murder occurred! Looks like she was fixing to call someone. Except she only spoke for a few seconds, according to this.
Phoenix:
Who did she call!?
Marshall:
No idea. Sorry, pardner. Now, I got a question for you, pardner. I heard a phone ring just now... one of those new- fangled ring-tunes.
Phoenix:
Oh? That? Oh... I'm sorry, that was my phone.
Marshall:
W-w-what!? Your phone!?
Phoenix:
Yeah, uh, it's kind of strange, but... Someone called me right as we picked up the other phone, a wrong number...
Marshall:
... I hope you're not lying... They shoot you for that in Texas, pardner!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, I've incited the wrath of the Lone Star patrolman...)
Cell Phone added to the Court Record.
A Block sign
Ema:
"A Block"... This area is reserved for prosecutors.
Phoenix:
Defense attorneys are relegated to "B Block."
Ema:
I dream of the day when I will be able to park my car here! I'll go over to B Block to buy my hamburgers from you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
I'm not planning on giving up my job that soon...
Car
Phoenix:
This appears to be the car where the body was found. (It looks like the lock on the trunk is busted.)
Lana:
The crime took place in the underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office. The body was found in the trunk of my subordinate's car.
Ema:
Quite a luxury car. It just screams "I have money to burn."
Phoenix:
Yeah. Prosecutors get the big bucks.
Rope
Ema:
This rope... is it...?
Phoenix:
Yep. They laid it in the outline of the victim's body.
Ema:
... So wait...The victim must have died when the killer closed the trunk on him!
Phoenix:
... (You have got to be the only person I know that would come to that conclusion.)
Trunk
Phoenix:
What's this? Looks like a note of some sort.
Ema:
Look! Something's written on it!
Phoenix:
You're right. Let's see... "6-7S 12/2"...
Ema:
There's a name printed on the paper above that... "Goodman."
Phoenix:
(Maybe it fell out of his pocket when he was killed.)
Ema:
Well? So? What does it mean, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
How am I supposed to know?
Ema:
Note to self: for deductive reasoning, go to Edgeworth, not Wright.
Phoenix:
(I'm sure Edgeworth wouldn't know what this means either.)
Goodman's Note added to the Court Record.
Trunk (subsequent times)
Ema:
So the note was in here...
Phoenix:
It must have fallen out of Detective Goodman's pocket.
Ema:
And? And? what does it mean? Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I have no idea.
Ema:
Note to self: for deductive reasoning, go to Edgeworth, not Wright.
Phoenix:
(I'm sure Edgeworth would be just as confused...)
Fence
Phoenix:
"B Block" is through there. That's where the visitors park.
Ema:
I can see the Lunchland car over there...far in the distance.
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right. I like the cute design on the door. (I can see... a cartoon cow munching down on a juicy looking steak.)
Ema:
... Doesn't that strike you as a little... creepy?
Phoenix:
Just don't think too deeply about it and you'll be fine.
Talk
The victim
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall? Could you tell us more about the victim?
Marshall:
... Good men always die young. Remember that, pardner.
Phoenix:
Um... could you be a little more specific?
Ema:
Bruce Goodman... He was a detective, right?
Marshall:
Well, well, aren't you a feisty dogie there now. Detective Goodman was stabbed here at 5:15... The smiling Madonna told me the tale...
Phoenix:
(I think he means the witness, Ms. Angel Starr.)
Marshall:
One stab to the chest. A fine piece of work. This here's the autopsy report.
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Was my sister involved with the victim in any way?
Marshall:
Funny you should mention that, bambina. Chief Prospector Skye and Detective Goodman... had nothing in common at all.
Ema:
Nothing in common...?
Marshall:
They apparently worked together on a case a few years back.
Phoenix:
(So... there's no motive!)
Marshall:
Goodman wasn't a particularly gifted detective. That's one reason why he didn't do much work with the Chief Prospector...
Ema:
But, my sister called the victim here on the day of the murder, right? Here... to this parking lot?
Marshall:
So it seems. Like calling an unarmed man to a shootout at high noon.
Marshall
Phoenix:
Um, I don't mean any offense, but... Officer Marshall, you're a patrolman, right? Not a detective.
Marshall:
You callin' me out? They shoot you for that in Texas.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Marshall:
I was one of them fancy-shoed "Detectives" till two years ago, to tell ya the truth.
Phoenix:
Oh, really? (Now he tells me!)
Ema:
But, you're a patrolman now. So how can you be in charge of a crime scene?
Marshall:
Nothing gets by you, does it, bambina?
Phoenix:
So, why are you in charge?
Marshall:
No reason. We're just short on hands right now. I'm keeping an eye out in the meantime.
Ema:
That's odd, though. Detective Gumshoe was saying he had nothing to do... nothing important, at least.
Marshall:
He's nothing but a sad ol' cowdog, that can't find his tail. Maybe it's because he runs with that Edgeworth, eh?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...?
Marshall:
That cowdog's been kicked out of this cattle run... by order of the Chief of Police. Just, he don't realize it yet.
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe, kicked out of the investigation!?)
Lana Skye (appears after The victim and examine cell phone)
Ema:
So there's no connection between Detective Goodman and my sister!
Marshall:
That's correct, but... There's a goldmine of evidence against her...
Phoenix:
...!
Marshall:
And the prospector tomorrow is none other than Edgeworth himself... I'm afraid your sister's fate is decided, bambina. Many condolences.
Ema:
Officer Marshall!
Marshall:
Yeah, bambina?
Ema:
H-how can you say that! You and my sister, you were...
Phoenix:
(Is there something between this cop and her sister that I don't know about?)
Marshall:
...! I apologize, bambina. Something must have gotten to me. Maybe it's that dry wind that's a-blowin' through the Prospector's Office.
Phoenix:
(Dry wind or ill will, someone's up to something here... but who?)
Office atmosphere (appears after Lana Skye)
Marshall:
Suspicions about Mr. Edgeworth have been flying around for nearly two years now.
Phoenix:
Forged evidence... arranging testimonies, you name it.
Marshall:
He was unbeatable because he did whatever it took to win. Unbeatable that is, until he met you.
Ema:
But rumors are just... rumors, aren't they? These are prosecutors we're talking about! Evidence is everything to them!
Marshall:
If you follow the rumors about Edgeworth to their source, you find one person... But... they're off limits. Untouchable, you might say.
Phoenix:
One person? Who?
Marshall:
Bambina...It's your sister. Chief Prospector Lana Skye.
Ema:
What!? My sister...?
Marshall:
Edgeworth couldn't rustle all those cattle by himself. Some people load their guns with bullets, some people load them with "deals."
Phoenix:
What, you're saying Edgeworth was making deals to win trials?
Marshall:
"Where there's gunshots, there's bound to be bullets." That's what the old-timers say. There's a big ol' secret hidden around here somewhere. Everyone knows it.
Phoenix:
(Is that why Detective Gumshoe was taken off the case...? Did they target him because he was closest to Edgeworth?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Marshall:
I see your badge. Looks pretty... round. Our badge is a star, a lone star, shining in the nighttime sky. A beam of light, illuminating evildoers who come in the dark of night!
Ema:
Note to self: evildoers are weak against starlight.
Phoenix:
(Hey, that's a sheriff's badge!)
Goodman's ID
Marshall:
What's that? Some kind of police passport?
Phoenix:
This is Detective Goodman's ID card. Strangely enough... We found it a good distance away from the crime scene.
Marshall:
Good distance, in this rat hole? If you want distance, get yourself to Texas!
Ema:
Texas...
Marshall:
This is a tiny little crime scene, in a tiny little town, with tiny little evidence. What difference does a few yards make, compadre?
Ema:
Note to self: if you encounter suspicious evidence, think of Texas. There's no better way to study than to hang out with the pros!
Prosecutor Trophy
Marshall:
Ah, a toy shield! Suits the boy well. What exactly could you shield with that? A toy knight, maybe?
Ema:
Officer Marshall, don't you have anything good to say about Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
You don't like him, right? We get the point.
Marshall:
You know, when I was a detective, I got one of these...
Ema:
Hmm... Let me guess... Did it have a "K" for "King of Detectives" on it?
Phoenix:
Hey, they could use the same shield over and over.
Ema:
Note to self: the Prosecutor's Office and Criminal Affairs are surprisingly cheap.
Marshall:
You know it! They've gotten cheaper with every passing year, I tell you.
Parking Stub
Marshall:
5:12 PM... The prospector's bright red steed came in at a trot, real slow like.
Ema:
A... trot?
Marshall:
My Madonna tells me the crime occurred three minutes later... So it seems the Chief Prospector was lying in wait! Maybe... waiting for her prince to ride in on his bright red horse...
Phoenix:
(So what you mean is... The killer intended to use Edgeworth's car all along!)
Cell Phone
Ema:
My sister's cell phone.
Marshall:
The last time it was used was 5:18... Right after Goodman was killed. Maybe she was canceling her date for the night?
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
(Why did Lana make that call...?)
Examine evidence
Redial button on Cell Phone
Phoenix:
(There's no need to push this again.)
Ema:
What's wrong? You look like I do during finals!
Phoenix:
Never mind. It's nothing.
(Examining Trunk and clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Ema:
So, well, how are we doing, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I guess we got some clues... We have an autopsy report, a note from the victim, and a cell phone...
Ema:
So... you think we'll be okay?
Phoenix:
Well, the only thing still bothering me is that Lana is confessing to the crime. She says she did it!
Ema:
No problem! I can guarantee that she's not the criminal.
Phoenix:
Oh by the way, Ema?
Ema:
Yes?
Phoenix:
I know that song your phone plays when it rings...
Ema:
What...?
Cellular:
...
Cellular:
*beep*
Phoenix:
It's the Steel Samurai theme song, isn't it? That popular TV show... for kids?
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:
The phone that just rang wasn't mine... it was yours. At 5:18, just after the murder took place... Your sister called you, didn't she, Ema?
Ema:
I...I'm sorry!
Phoenix:
Can you tell me what you talked about?
Ema:
I... She hung up right away.
Phoenix:
I see...
Cell Phone added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(A detective is murdered, and the suspect is the top prosecutor in the district. I've got a bad feeling about this... Like... maybe I still don't know everything that went on here...)
 
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Rise from the Ashes
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February 23, 9:34 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Lana:
How did the investigation go yesterday, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Frankly, there are still a lot of... gray areas.
Ema:
Or rather, the whole thing is one big gray area...
Lana:
Don't worry about me, no matter what the outcome. I'm ready to accept my fate.
Ema:
I believe in you, sis.
Lana:
Mr. Wright, let me offer you a word of advice.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Lana:
A defense attorney should never "believe" their client.
Ema:
...!
Lana:
The defendant is called to trial because they are suspected of wrongdoing! Never forget that.
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye, you... You remind me a lot of Mia. But there is one decisive difference between you and her.
Lana:
And that is?
Phoenix:
You're not a defense attorney.
Lana:
... I believe it's almost time for the trial. Good luck, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(My first trial without a Fey helping me... No one's going to bail me out this time... I'll be alone in there... So I have to discover the truth all by myself!)
Ema:
Let's do it, Mr. Wright! I'll be with you the whole way!
February 23, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 9
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has been ready for a while, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... I haven't been in court since Edgeworth's trial... It's been a while now.)
Edgeworth:
I hope that personal feelings will not be a part of the proceedings today, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
I will choose the path I think is right, regardless of what those around me might say. The judgment to be made here is in our hands, not those of anyone else.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Edgeworth, your opening statement please.
Edgeworth:
Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye has committed an unpardonable crime. Not only this, but she was rash enough to commit it in the Prosecutor's Office lot!
Ema:
Wow... He's much more forceful in person. I suddenly feel like confessing to everything!
Edgeworth:
However, she will now pay for her rashness with her life. There was a witness to her crime... A "professional" witness!
Judge:
Well then, call your first witness, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
The prosecution calls its first witness, Ms. Angel Starr, to the stand.
Phoenix:
(The "Cough-up Queen"...?)
Judge:
Hmm? Haven't I seen you somewhere...?
Angel:
You ordered the Caviar Lunch, right?
Judge:
Ho ho! Caviar! I've never eaten caviar before!
Phoenix:
(The judge is really wolfing it down...)
Angel:
Ah, and for you... I have a Fiesta Bowl.
Phoenix:
Uh... thanks.
Edgeworth:
Will the witness state her name and profession?
Angel:
Ah, and you, sir... Did you order "The Fingerprint" lunchbox?
Edgeworth:
It is too early for lunch. Your name and profession, please.
Angel:
... Well, Your Honor? How does it taste?
Judge:
So this is why everyone raves about caviar! It's so tasty it hurts! I always thought caviar would taste like pickled tapioca.
Phoenix:
(What the heck does pickled tapioca taste like!?)
Edgeworth:
Name. Profession. Now.
Angel:
Me? The name is Angel Starr. Don't go forgetting it. I find myself running Lunchland these days. Is... that what you wanted me to say, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Very well, witness. Please describe the incident to us.
Judge:
The prosecution will wait! I'm not finished eating...
Phoenix:
(Hurry it up!)
Judge:
Mmmm... Very well, Mr. Edgeworth. As you know, we usually call on the police to provide a description of the crime...
Angel:
Your Honor, as Mr. Edgeworth has said to the court... I am a... "professional."
Judge:
Uh... Huh? What exactly does that mean?
Edgeworth:
Until two years ago, Ms. Angel Starr was a special investigator with the police. She was a first-rate homicide detective.
Ema:
Wh-whaaaat!? Ms. Starr was a detective!?
Judge:
... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-hah! I-I know who you are!!! Cough-up...!?
Angel:
Cough-up Queen Angel Starr, Your Honor. Long time no see.
Judge:
V-v-very well! Y-you may continue with the description, Ms. Starr!
Phoenix:
(Just who is this lady!?)
Angel:
If I might have the court's attention over here... The parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office is divided into two blocks. A Block is for the Prosecutor's Office personnel. B Block is for visitors and clients... A chain divider separates the two blocks.
Judge:
I suppose that's to keep visitors from taking up prosecutor's spaces, yes.
Angel:
The crime took place by a car in the back of A Block, in the car's trunk. The killer stabbed the victim with a knife and went to drive the body out. Unfortunately for her there was a witness, and an arrest was made on the spot.
Judge:
And who was this valiant "witness"...?
Angel:
Why, it was me, Your Honor.
Floor Plans added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Witness, did you see the very moment of the crime?
Angel:
Of course, Your Honor. Immediately after that, I apprehended the Chief Prosecutor.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems rather cut and dry, doesn't it? Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Uh... I can't agree on principle, Your Honor.
Angel:
It seems that some poor losers are unwilling to accept the truth, Your Honor. Shall I proceed to crush what little hope they have remaining?
Judge:If you can... Then give them your worst, Ms. Starr!
Phoenix:
(Wait, are they talking about me...!?)
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
Angel:
Somehow, I always knew a day like this would come.
I was on my way to deliver a lunchbox to my boyfriend...
When I sensed something... perhaps it was my finely-honed detective instincts working.
Then, through a wire fence, I saw the chief prosecutor standing next to a garish car.
The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand....
Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!
Judge:
Hmm... Bringing a lunchbox to your boyfriend? How touching!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. As you can see... There is no room for doubt.
Judge:
The key "point" of your testimony seems to be nothing other than... the point of the knife which you saw being stabbed into Detective Goodman!
Angel:
So... how does it feel to be so utterly crushed?
Phoenix:
I... I'm still thinking about that.
Ema:
I-it's merely a flesh wound, Mr. Wright!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. You may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
Angel:
Somehow, I always knew a day like this would come.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How did you know!?
Angel:
I respect the prosecutors' basic abhorrence of crime. Yet their methods are ugly and twisted. Twisted methods will always lead to tragedy.
Edgeworth:
The lunchlady's uninformed opinion is duly noted.
Angel:
Given that they are used to erasing inconvenient evidence at their whim... Killing off a detective that knew too much is merely an extension of that.
Edgeworth:
...
Ema:
Ms. Starr... do you have something personal against prosecutors?
Angel:
I felt that I had found my dream job when I became an investigator... And if I hadn't been laid off by those prosecutors over there, I'd still be one.
Phoenix:
Laid off...? (She was fired...)
Angel:
To me, prosecutors are nothing more than worms. That said, I am a pro, as you know. My testimony is unbiased... and flawless.
Judge:
Very well. You may continue, Ms. Starr.
Angel:
I was on my way to deliver a lunchbox to my boyfriend...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
This boyfriend... he's the detective?
Angel:
Not that boyfriend. The security guard.
Judge:
Th-"that" boyfriend? You have... several?
Angel:
Yes. "This" boyfriend, "that" boyfriend, and "the other" boyfriend. Care to join? The "yet another" boyfriend position is still open for applicants.
Judge:
... I-I'll stick with the lunch, thanks.
Ema:
Note to self: the judge had to think before replying.
Angel:
The security guard room is in the lot, in A Block. It's up on the second level so you can see everything from there.
Phoenix:
(That would be the room with the "SECURITY" sign.) Incidentally, did you bring your lunchboxes by car?
Angel:
Since I'm a visitor now, I parked in B Block.
Ema:
So... she was in B Block when she witnessed the crime.
Angel:
When I sensed something... perhaps it was my finely-honed detective instincts working.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You "sensed" something? So, you're saying you had a premonition of the murder?
Angel:
It felt like... how would you say... Oh yes... It was like the feeling you get when you view a pumpkin chock full of seeds!
Judge:
I have no idea what that means.
Phoenix:
Speaking of a "detective's instincts"... Wasn't the victim, Mr. Bruce Goodman, also a detective?
Angel:
Yes, well, he was like a young cheese.
Judge:
A... young cheese?
Angel:
A pale white cheese, not yet tangy with experience on the streets. A greenhorn.
Judge:
Hmm... I, of course, am hard, yellowed, sharp as a tack.
Ema:
I bet you stink, too.
Angel:
In any case, there, in the lot, I felt something stirring in the back of my mind...
Angel:
Then, through a wire fence, I saw the chief prosecutor standing next to a garish car.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
By "garish car," you mean...
Angel:
Mr. Edgeworth's car, yes.
Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth's!?
Angel:
Incidentally, the knife with which the victim was stabbed was also Mr. Edgeworth's. Wasn't it?
Edgeworth:
... Indeed, it was.
Judge:
Hmm! What an odd case this is. And the person you saw... you are sure it was the defendant?
Angel:
I saw her from no further than thirty feet away. I am certain it was her.
Before obtaining Crime Photo
Phoenix:
(If she's telling the truth, we're doomed!)
Ema:
Let's just do what we can! Even if we don't have any proof, we can always complain!* (Let's just do what we can! Even if we don't have any proof, we can always nitpick! in the Trilogy release)
Before pressing first statement
Phoenix:
We're dealing with Edgeworth here... I need better material before I start pressing this.
Judge:
Hmm... Can you tell us what the suspect was doing when you saw her?
After pressing first statement
Leads to:
"Witness! In your testimony, you clearly stated the following:"
Phoenix:
Witness! In your testimony, you clearly stated the following: Prosecutors are nothing more than worms. Ergo! You are a biased witness!
Angel:
You might want to keep those silly opinions to YOURSELF in the future, rookie.
Phoenix:
Huh? Rookie?
Angel:
Unless you're willing to risk the consequences of doubting me? I'll fry you like a fritter! Crispy on the outside... chewy on the inside!!!
Judge:
That... That was inspiring!
Ema:
I believe I've heard that tag line elsewhere... you could cry plagiarism?
Angel:
I may be relegated to the lowly post of lunchlady... But my instincts are honed!
Judge:
A-a photograph! You took this!?
Angel:
The moment I witnessed the crime, my reflexes took over and snap! I took a picture. In fact... One of my lunchboxes is rigged with a camera.
Phoenix:
(I suppose that's more exciting than just hanging it around your neck.)
Edgeworth:
Er... this is my first time seeing this photograph.
Angel:
You think I'd show it to you, a prosecutor? Think again.
Edgeworth:
...!
Angel:
My boyfriend works in the photography division of Criminal Affairs.
Judge:
Well... This is most certainly the defendant!
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, that is unmistakably Lana Skye!)
Edgeworth:
So, what was the defendant doing at the time?
Angel:
The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand....
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Tell me more about this knife that the suspect was carrying.
Angel:
Well, I'd say the blade was about 10 centimeters long. Is that right, Mr. Edgeworth? It is your knife, after all.
Edgeworth:
Er... Ahem, yes, that's about right.
Angel:
Prosecutors are, by nature, well-versed in the location of a man's vital organs. I'm sure it was easier than boiling an egg for my egg salad surprise set.
Phoenix:
Y-you can't testify as to her ability to kill an egg! I mean, a person!
Angel:
Hmm? Perhaps a chicken salad set would have been a better metaphor?
Edgeworth:
So, the defendant was holding a knife. What then?
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
And you witnessed this? You saw Ms. Skye stab the victim with the knife?
Angel:
As I've already said, yes! I swear it on my finest "Salmon Swirl" lunch!
Judge:
Hmm!!! I'm sure that is a fine lunch!
Phoenix:
But... isn't that odd? Look at this photograph! This is the photograph you took of the very moment of the crime, is it not? Then why is Ms. Skye not holding a knife!?
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... Ahem. Mr. Edgeworth, your thoughts?
Edgeworth:
Objection.
Phoenix:
Let's be a little more careful with our evidence, shall we?* (That had to be the weakest objection ever, Edgeworth. in the Trilogy release)
Edgeworth:
It is you that needs to be more careful, Mr. Wright!* (Yet, it was still stronger than your ever feeble mind, Mr. Wright. in the Trilogy release)
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This photograph was not taken the moment before the stabbing... This was taken the moment AFTER the stabbing!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
H-how can you tell that!?
Angel:
Blood splatter.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Angel:
See the dark crimson stain on the Chief Prosecutor's coat?
Phoenix:
(It's a black-and-white photograph!)
Judge:
Ah... yes, it's hard to tell, but this could be blood.
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Wright? I see no problem here. No problem... except you.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Are you going to just sit there and take that kind of abuse!?
Phoenix:
(Argh... You got a better idea?)
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony!"
No problem!
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it, I see no problem here. Other than myself.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright! You can't just let him walk all over you! Th-that's just sad!
Angel:
Feeling sad, Mr. Wright? Perhaps a special "Lover's Lunchbox" would cheer you up?
Judge:
Well, that was a waste of time. Let's continue with the testimony.
Phoenix:
(Perhaps I should have dug a little deeper...)
Phoenix:
Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony! Namely, that she took the picture the "moment" she witnessed the crime!
Angel:
Well, it seems I was slightly unclear. My apologies.
Phoenix:
...
Angel:
...
Phoenix:
Th-that's it!?
Angel:
If you run out of lunch, you order seconds. Problem solved! If you don't like it, try ordering the jumbo sized lunch from the get-go!
Ema:
Good advice. I'm not sure I understood it, but... good advice.
Angel:
I didn't have time to stop her. Prosecutor Skye was cold, calculating, like a robot. She killed without pain or remorse! It was a premeditated murder!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
P-premeditated!? How do you know!?
Edgeworth:
Look at the chief prosecutor's hands in that photograph.
Judge:
Well...! Are those... gloves?
Edgeworth:
Surgical gloves made of thin rubber, most likely. Why would she have those on?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Edgeworth:
If it was not premeditated, she would not be wearing those gloves!
Phoenix:
Waaaaaargh!
Judge:
These gloves do seem to tell a tale of premeditation!
Angel:
Premeditated murder... a serious offense.
Judge:
Witness! Add this to your testimony!
Change statements:
"The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand...." and "Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!" to "The murder was planned! The rubber gloves prove it!"
Angel:
Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Tell the court why you didn't try to stop this crime! You did see her raise the knife to strike, no?
Judge:
Hmm... The defense has a point.
Angel:
Unfortunately, by the time I realized what was going on, it was already too late.
Phoenix:
Too late...?
Angel:
Yes... the next moment... The chief prosecutor brought down the murder weapon!
Phoenix:
I... I see.
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
And you witnessed this? You saw Ms. Skye stab the victim with the knife?
Angel:
As I've already said, yes! I swear it on my finest "Salmon Swirl" lunch!
Judge:
Hmm!!! I'm sure that is a fine lunch!
Phoenix:
But... isn't that odd? Look at this photograph! This is the photograph you took of the very moment of the crime, is it not? Then why is Ms. Skye not holding a knife!?
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... Ahem. Mr. Edgeworth, your thoughts?
Edgeworth:
Objection.
Phoenix:
Let's be a little more careful with our evidence, shall we?* (That had to be the weakest objection ever, Edgeworth. in the Trilogy release)
Edgeworth:
It is you that needs to be more careful, Mr. Wright!* (Yet, it was still stronger than your ever feeble mind, Mr. Wright. in the Trilogy release)
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This photograph was not taken the moment before the stabbing... This was taken the moment AFTER the stabbing!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
H-how can you tell that!?
Angel:
Blood splatter.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Angel:
See the dark crimson stain on the Chief Prosecutor's coat?
Phoenix:
(It's a black-and-white photograph!)
Judge:
Ah... yes, it's hard to tell, but this could be blood.
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Wright? I see no problem here. No problem... except you.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Are you going to just sit there and take that kind of abuse!?
Phoenix:
(Argh... You got a better idea?)
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony!"
No problem!
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it, I see no problem here. Other than myself.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright! You can't just let him walk all over you! Th-that's just sad!
Angel:
Feeling sad, Mr. Wright? Perhaps a special "Lover's Lunchbox" would cheer you up?
Judge:
Well, that was a waste of time. Let's continue with the testimony.
Phoenix:
(Perhaps I should have dug a little deeper...)
Phoenix:
Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony! Namely, that she took the picture the "moment" she witnessed the crime!
Angel:
Well, it seems I was slightly unclear. My apologies.
Phoenix:
...
Angel:
...
Phoenix:
Th-that's it!?
Angel:
If you run out of lunch, you order seconds. Problem solved! If you don't like it, try ordering the jumbo sized lunch from the get-go!
Ema:
Good advice. I'm not sure I understood it, but... good advice.
Angel:
I didn't have time to stop her. Prosecutor Skye was cold, calculating, like a robot. She killed without pain or remorse! It was a premeditated murder!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
P-premeditated!? How do you know!?
Edgeworth:
Look at the chief prosecutor's hands in that photograph.
Judge:
Well...! Are those... gloves?
Edgeworth:
Surgical gloves made of thin rubber, most likely. Why would she have those on?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Edgeworth:
If it was not premeditated, she would not be wearing those gloves!
Phoenix:
Waaaaaargh!
Judge:
These gloves do seem to tell a tale of premeditation!
Angel:
Premeditated murder... a serious offense.
Judge:
Witness! Add this to your testimony!
Change statements:
"The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand...." and "Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!" to "The murder was planned! The rubber gloves prove it!"
Angel:
The murder was planned! The rubber gloves prove it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What if she was just in the habit of wearing gloves? Like, driving gloves?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The gloves were admitted as evidence when the defendant was arrested! They were rubber gloves, of the kind used for autopsies!
Angel:
In other words, when the chief prosecutor came to the crime scene... She came to do murder! It's the only possible conclusion one can make. Everything was planned, it was a premeditated crime!
Phoenix:
Arrrrgh!
Judge:
Impressive! I'm sorry they took you off the force, Ms. Starr!
Phoenix:
(This is bad... She's got them thinking this was all planned... If she can prove this claim, the trial's already over! I've got to think of a way to show that this wasn't premeditated!)
Present Edgeworth's Knife
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Witness, do you know what this is?"
Ema:
I-it's only a flesh wound, Mr. Wright! We can make it!
Phoenix:
You said that before. Anything else?
Ema:
Scientifically speaking... Ms. Starr's testimony... is flawless.
Phoenix:
(Sounds pretty fatal to me.)
Ema:
Wh-what do we do!? Is this it? Is my sister guilty!?
Phoenix:
Let's just keep our heads cool and press the witness a bit, shall we? (For some reason, having her panicking next to me makes me calmer...)
Ema:
D-don't smile like that!
Phoenix:
Witness, do you know what this is?
Angel:
Are you trying to test me? I sell box lunches for a living, you know. That's a knife. THE knife. The knife that was in Mr. Edgeworth's trunk!
Edgeworth:
Indeed, it is my knife.
What's with this case!?
The bloody murder weapon a red car... all belonging to the prosecutor there!?
The defendant is the chief prosecutor for the district, right?
Mommy, are prosecutors bad people?
Phoenix:
The defense has a request. We ask that the witness provide an ACCURATE testimony.
Angel:
What's that, Rookie?
Phoenix:
In your testimony... You stated that Lana Skye planned this murder. And that's why she was wearing those special gloves.
Judge:
Seems like a natural conclusion to me! The gloves do indicate planning...
Phoenix:
However! Why would she not also prepare the most important thing... the murder weapon!?
Angel:
Oh.
Phoenix:
This knife just happened to be in the trunk of that car. Ladies and gentlemen, if you're going to plan a murder, you don't forget the weapon!
Angel:
Ugh... Woooooooorrrgh!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Phoenix:
(Great! Now the tide is turning in our favor!)
Ema:
Great show, Mr. Wright! My sister's as good as free!
Edgeworth:
Wright. I believe the next lunch you'll be eating is... humble pie!
Phoenix:
W-what!?
Edgeworth:
I hope you weren't deluding yourself into thinking that the "tide has turned." Not over such a trifling detail!
Phoenix:
B-but this shoots a hole in the whole premeditated theory!
Edgeworth:
Bah! The prosecution could care less if it was premeditated or not. The only one who seems to care is that lunchlady over there.
Angel:!
Edgeworth:
The defendant, Lana Skye, murdered a detective with a knife. That is the only thing the prosecution need prove. Nothing else.
Angel:
Very good, Mr. Prosecutor... I suppose you think you're clever now? But you know as well as I do that she planned on killing him! It was planned! If it wasn't, why would she have been wearing...
Judge:
I believe I'd like to hear your testimony again.
Edgeworth:
Witness, please tell us only what you "saw," not what you "thought."
Angel:
How dare you! My powers of deduction are not to be underestimated!
Phoenix:
(Really now...)
Witness Testimony
-- Angel's Deduction --
Angel:
Lana Skye intended to murder Detective Goodman!
That's why she called the victim all the way to the Prosecutor's Office.
I'm sure the Chief Prosecutor had a grudge against the victim.
Nothing else could drive that human machine to plunge the knife in again and again...
Judge:
The victim was summoned from the Police Department to the Prosecutor's Office.. It does sound a lot like premeditation, doesn't it!?
Ema:
So, if I order pizza, does that mean I'm planning to kill the delivery boy?
Judge:
In any case, the defense may now cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Angel's Deduction --
Angel:
Lana Skye intended to murder Detective Goodman!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You've said that, but you haven't told us how you know!
Angel:
That's what I'm about to tell you, Rookie!
Judge:
I believe what she just said was a mere prelude to the story she is about to tell. Try not to interrupt her again.
Angel:
Rookie... Never interrupt a storyteller! It's like pulling a bun out of the oven half-baked!
Phoenix:
(Something's half-baked here alright, and it's you!)
Edgeworth:
Try not to confuse the defense, witness. They're not very quick on their feet. Now, why did you believe the suspect had intentions to murder the victim?
Angel:
Her actions speak for themselves!
Angel:
That's why she called the victim all the way to the Prosecutor's Office.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You have no proof that Ms. Skye called him there!
Angel:
You have no proof that she didn't!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Edgeworth, thoughts?
Edgeworth:
There is no record of a call mad on the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye's phone.
Angel:
She might have written him a letter!
Phoenix:
(C'mon! You could have tried "public phone" first, at least!)
Edgeworth:
In any case, the victim came to the Prosecutor's Office, where he was murdered.
Judge:
I'm sure he had a reason to be there. Witness? Why do you think it was the suspect who summoned the victim that day?
Angel:
I'm sure the Chief Prosecutor had a grudge against the victim.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What kind of "grudge"!?
Angel:
Well, I wouldn't know that.
Phoenix:
Of course you don't! That's because she didn't have a grudge!
Angel:
Rookie... I have a lunchbox here. Now... what's inside?
Phoenix:
H-how am I supposed to know!?
Angel:
See? We agree there is a lunchbox here, but we don't know what's inside! A person's life is like a lunchbox with pretzels. Don't you agree?
Judge:
I-I get it! That's why my lunch was so salty!
Phoenix:
(This judge isn't very good with metaphors...)
Edgeworth:
The suspect had a grudge against Detective Goodman. Will you tell us your basis for thinking this?
Angel:
It's simple...
Angel:
Nothing else could drive that human machine to plunge the knife in again and again...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A "human machine"!? That's a contradiction!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Please... Can't you find fault with something of substance, Mr. Wright?
Ema:
Note to self: Mr. Edgeworth's sighs smell like citrus fruit.
Phoenix:
Umm... You say "again and again"... how many times did she stab him, exactly?
Angel:
We often say "chop into a thousand pieces," but we don't actually mean 1,000 pieces. What difference does it make if the deed is done!?
Phoenix:
(How come she's getting mad at me!?)
Judge:
Let's just say she stabbed him several times and leave it at that.
Phoenix:
(Leave it at that!? This is a murder case, people!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright, you should speak up if you have an objection, you know!
Present Goodman's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You say she stabbed him again and again... But you couldn't have witnessed that!
Angel:
Are you testing me...? Then I'll test you! With my Moss Surprise!!!
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid the moss is growing under our feet as we wait, Ms. Starr.
Angel:
...!?
Judge:
W-what do you mean?
Edgeworth:
I shouldn't have to explain this... But, take a look. The autopsy report states that death was due to a loss of blood... from one stab wound.
Judge:
Ah hah! You're right! Good show, Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema:
What a hunk! He's my hero, really.
Phoenix:
(What about my objection? No one noticed?)
Judge:
Well, witness?
Angel:
You got the Crime Scene Set, right?
Judge:
Uh... oh, thanks.
Angel:
I always believed that no one could ever mistake ketchup for blood.... But now, I realize that such mistakes are possible.
Edgeworth:
So... You're saying you mistook something... for blood?
Angel:
When she lifted her knife, I thought I saw blood at her breast... Splattered blood from her victim! That's why I thought she must have stabbed him at least twice.
Judge:
Then tell us what you saw that you thought was blood! Testify!
Angel:
...
Change statement:
"Nothing else could drive that human machine to plunge the knife in again and again..." to "Her red muffler looked like blood to me... that's how ghastly the whole scene was."
Angel:
Her red muffler looked like blood to me... that's how ghastly the whole scene was.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Her red muffler?
Angel:
Yes, like a scarf. The Chief Prosecutor always wears one around her neck. So she can be easily hanged at a moment's notice, I suppose...
Phoenix:
(She's right... Ms. Skye was wearing a red scarf... wasn't she?) But wait... Isn't it odd that you mistook that for splattered blood?
Angel:
...
Judge:
Well, people often mistake my beard... For a bib.
Phoenix:
(A judge with a bib. That's why this place feels so much like kindergarten sometimes.)
Angel:
Actually... I do think I saw some traces of blood on her chest...
Edgeworth:
However, the autopsy report is clear on this matter. There was only one knife wound.
Angel:
...
Phoenix:
(Apparently, Ms. Starr isn't entirely sure of her own testimony.)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! This is our chance!!!
Phoenix:
Chance for what, I wonder...?
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Starr! I demand an explanation..."
Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr has turned out to be as short-tempered as she looked when we met her. Challenging her abilities as a detective really set her off!)
Ema:
The short wick burns out the fastest! It's a scientific fact!
Phoenix:
I wonder... wouldn't it depend on the size of the candle? I mean, add more wax and even a really short wick will burn longer...
Ema:
... Obviously, more scientific testing is required!
Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! I demand an explanation...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The witness is clearly not suited for detective work.
Angel:
W-what!?
Edgeworth:
The suspect was not wearing a scarf or muffler of any kind when she stabbed the victim. And you've proved it yourself! With this photograph!
Angel:
Huh? B-but that... That can't be!
Edgeworth:
Only a true professional could be so clueless. I'm sure you'll make a good lunchlady, have no fear.
Judge:
Hmm! Harsh words! But good!
Ema:
In the end, Mr. Edgeworth prevails!
Phoenix:
(What was my objection, chopped liver!?)
Angel:
B-but it was there, a scarf, no, not that, but something red! Really!
Edgeworth:
Well now, where were we? The witness has given us an entertaining interlude, now back to business.
Angel:
Wh-what!?
Judge:
Very well, witness, continue your testimony. You saw the crime, and apprehended the suspect... Tell us about that.
Angel:
...... Very well. I do remember some things accurately, at least.
Phoenix:
(Ultimately, we couldn't shake the most important part of her testimony.)
Ema:
The most important part...?
Phoenix:
The part where your sister stabs the victim! (This next testimony might just be the moment of truth!)
Witness Testimony
-- Apprehending the Suspect --
Angel:
After the murder, the suspect attempted to run behind a partition off to her side.
I quickly caught her, explained her rights to her, and arrested her on the spot.
Ah, yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler!
That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!
The chief prosecutor made to escape, but against Angel Starr, resistance is futile!
Judge:
You are quite determined about this scarf, aren't you?
Angel:
I strike like a snake and bite like a cobra! That's me. Angel Starr.
Phoenix:
That wasn't a very good metaphor. First of all, a cobra is a kind of snake.
Angel:
Don't bother me with details, unless you want to get bitten!
Phoenix:
N-no thanks!
Ema:
Note to self: Attorney Wright gets bitten by snake.
Angel:
The chief prosecutor tried to resist, but her efforts were in vain. She knocked my hands aside, kicked over an oil drum...
Phoenix:
O-oil drum? (Hard to imagine...)
Angel:
Oh, she's beautiful, but deadly! A predator, this one! A leopard woman! Rowr!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination, if you will.
Cross Examination
-- Apprehending the Suspect --
Angel:
After the murder, the suspect attempted to run behind a partition off to her side.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So where is this "partition" on the floor plans?
Edgeworth:
I'm sure she means this wall next to the car.
Phoenix:
(That's right... There was a wall there... about 6 feet high.)
Angel:
She was obviously trying to hide herself. Quite a natural thing for a criminal to do!
Edgeworth:
And what did you do then?
Angel:
I quickly caught her, explained her rights to her, and arrested her on the spot.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You say "quickly"... were you close to the suspect?
Angel:
As I just said! I was only 30 feet away from her the whole time.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I should press her for more details?)
Leave her alone
Phoenix:
(How far away was she when she witnessed the murder? I guess I could just look at the picture to find out.) Very well, you may continue with your testimony.
Press her
Leads to:
"I'd like to see this on the floor plans, just to be safe."
Phoenix:
I'd like to see this on the floor plans, just to be safe. The Lunchland car was...
Edgeworth:
She was a "visitor," thus, she was parked in B Block.
Phoenix:
So, you witnessed the murder from... here?
Judge:
That would make it about 30 feet from the car, yes.
Phoenix:
Is that correct, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
Y-yes, that's right.
Judge:
But, there was a chain link fence in front of you...?
Angel:
I went over it, of course.
Judge:
Amazing! The Cough-up Queen, lunchlady athlete, indeed.
Ema:
It would have taken her a little time to climb over the fence. So she couldn't have gotten to my sister THAT fast...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that fence was about nine feet high, too. How come Ms. Skye didn't get away?)
Angel:
Ah, yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She mentioned the muffler? What exactly did she say?
Angel:
If I remembered exactly I would have told you in my testimony!
Phoenix:
(Cheeky!)
Angel:
Anyway, all I heard her say was the word "muffler."
Judge:
Just that one word?
Edgeworth:
So... what you heard wasn't the suspect talking to you, but to someone else?
Angel:
Yes. The chief prospector was talking on her phone!
Phoenix:
(Her phone? You mean... this cell phone?)
Ask further
Leads to:
"By phone... do you mean this cell phone, discovered at the crime scene?"
Leave it be
Phoenix:
(Ms. Skye's cell phone... The last number she called was her sister, Ema! Hmm... if I press this too hard, who knows who the snake will bite...?)
Edgeworth:
The witness may continue with her testimony.
Phoenix:
By phone... do you mean this cell phone, discovered at the crime scene?
Angel:
Yes, ultimately.
Edgeworth:
Ultimately?
Angel:
My memory... it's like a salmon, heading upstream, you see.
Judge:
N-no, the court doesn't see, Ms. Starr.
Angel:
The chief prosecutor first attempted to use the phone hanging on the wall.
Judge:
On the wall?
Phoenix:
(That's right! Near the car... there was an emergency phone on the wall!)
Angel:
Apparently, it was out of order.
Judge:
And so she used her cell phone?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, the emergency phone was out of order that day.
Judge:
Hmm. Good witnessing, witness!
Phoenix:
(Good witnessing? What ever happened to good testifying?)
Judge:
You should of course add this to your testimony.
Angel:
The things I do to please this rookie defense attorney.
Cell phone updated in the Court Record.
Change statement:
"That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!" to "She gave up trying to use the phone on the wall and just used her cell phone!"
Angel:
That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you never saw this muffler?
Angel:
...!
Judge:
Witness?
Edgeworth:
As the photograph proves, she couldn't have seen it.
Angel:
... That's true.
Ema:
Ms. Starr... is acting strangely. First she mistakes a scarf for splattered blood... And now she says she didn't see any scarf!
Phoenix:
(She doesn't strike me as the kind of witness to make careless mistakes, either... I'm sure she saw something red... but what!?)
Angel:
She gave up trying to use the phone on the wall and just used her cell phone!* (I saw it all -- how she tried the phone on the wall but had to use her cell instead. in the Trilogy release)
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Um... do you think you could restate your testimony for the court?
Judge:
Ah hah! I was going to ask the same thing!
Angel:
I'll only say this one time, so listen close, Rookies. The chief prosecutor stabbed the victim, and ran behind the partition. Then she picked up the emergency phone on the wall, but it was out of order. So she pulled her own cell phone out of her pocket.
Judge:
And during that time, you climbed over the chain link fence...
Angel:
Then, when I boldly grabbed her arm... The chief prosecutor hung up her phone!
Phoenix:
And you saw her doing this?
Ema:
...? What is it, Mr. Wright?
Present Parking Lot Floor Plans after fully pressing second statement
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I have to conclude that you have a personal grudge against Ms. Lana Skye."
Angel:
The chief prosecutor made to escape, but against Angel Starr, resistance is futile!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She "made to escape"... Can you be more specific?
Angel:
She brushed aside my hand and ran! It was a terrible sight to see, like a dollop of lard on a pate of foie gras!
Phoenix:
(Huh?)
Angel:
She even kicked over an oil drum at me!
Phoenix:
A-an oil drum!?
Judge:
There was an oil drum lying on its side at the scene of the crime.
Edgeworth:
But, it's strange...
Judge:
Hmm? What's that?
Edgeworth:
If she wanted to escape... why didn't she run the other way?
Judge:
The other... ah! The car entrance!
Ema:
Th-that's right! It doesn't make any sense that she would run from behind the partition to the oil drums!
Angel:
...
Ema:
Excellent! More mysteries!
Phoenix:
I wish we could solve a few before finding more, though...
Phoenix:
(So Ms. Skye tried to run?)
Ema:
I'm sorry my sister is so suspicious, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Not as sorry as I am.
Ema:
But she didn't do it! You have to believe me!
Phoenix:
I have to conclude that you have a personal grudge against Ms. Lana Skye.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The witness is a former detective. Her testimony is unmarred by personal bias.
Angel:
Well, who would have thought you would be my knight in shining armor, prosecutor? You who, together with the chief prosecutor, kicked me out two years ago!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Starr... This is a fatal contradiction with your testimony... How do you explain this?
Angel:
Hmph! I don't know what you're talking about. Mess with me... and I'll make you cough it ALL up!
Phoenix:
Ahem. Let's look at the floor plans. You said you witnessed the crime from this point. However, if that's true... You couldn't possibly have seen Ms. Skye making that phone call!
Angel:
...!
Phoenix:
I believe you see what I'm getting at. That emergency phone was on the back side of this partition. If, indeed, you were in B Block... You couldn't have seen it!
Angel:
Wha... Waaaaaaaaaaarrrgh!
Judge:
Order! Order! What is the meaning of this?
Phoenix:
It's simple, Your Honor. She's not coughing up lunch...  she's coughing up lies!!!
Angel:
Grrr!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That's quite a claim, Mr. Wright... perhaps you will allow me a question? Tell us exactly what lie this witness has told the court!
Phoenix:
(Here's where the counterattack begins! I can't afford to get this wrong!) The witness lied about...
What she saw
Phoenix:
She lied about what she saw! In other words, she didn't see Ms. Skye using that emergency phone!
Judge:
It does seem hard to imagine how she could have! Very logical!
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(What's the matter, Starr? Cat got your lunchbox?)
Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright... I hate to bother you while you're celebrating your victory... But why would Ms. Starr lie like that?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Why would she say that my sister had tried to use the phone, but failed? It doesn't make any sense! Why lie about something so insignificant?
Phoenix:
Oh... (Dang, she's right!)
Ema:
I mean, maybe she really did see her try to use the emergency phone.
Edgeworth:
I see no room for doubt here.
Angel:
You ordered the P'tooey on rice, right?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! And I thought you had something there!
Phoenix:
Ugh. (One... one more try!)
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I see it in your eyes. You haven't learned your lesson, have you?
Leads back to:
"Tell us exactly what lie this witness has told the court!"
Where she saw it
Leads to:
"She tried to use the emergency phone... but it was out of order."
The order of events
Phoenix:
She lied about the order of events! Ms. Skye used that emergency phone BEFORE the murder!
Judge:
I-I see! I hadn't thought of that!
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(That took the wind out of her sails!)
Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright... I hate to bother you while you're celebrating your victory... But... why would anyone use the emergency phone before the murder?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Just when you think he can't sink any lower, he amazes us. I applaud you, Mr. Wright.
Angel:
You ordered the Orange-peel Lunchbox, right?
Judge:
I guess that teaches me to not get excited BEFORE the evidence!
Phoenix:
Ugh. (One... one more try!)
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I see it in your eyes. You haven't learned your lesson, have you?
Leads back to:
"Tell us exactly what lie this witness has told the court!"
Phoenix:
She tried to use the emergency phone... but it was out of order. What is significant about this fact? Nothing. It would be pointless for her to lie about it!
Judge:
Pointless to lie... I see!
Phoenix:
The witness did actually see Ms. Skye using the emergency phone. In other words... Ms. Starr witnessed the crime from a different location!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
A different location!? Now that's a pointless lie if I ever heard one!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Before you call my lie pointless... at least let me tell it!
Judge:
Let me ask a question to our clever wordsmith, Mr. Wright. Just where was the witness when she saw the crime!?
Phoenix:
(All the testimony we've heard until now points in one direction...) The place from where Ms. Starr witnessed this crime was... here!
Present Security room
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the only place where she could have been."
Present anywhere else to the left of the partition
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
If she was here, she could see the emergency phone!
Judge:
Th-that's true! That solves the mystery!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That would allow her to see the emergency phone, yes... But if she was there... She would have been able to arrest her well before she dialed her cell phone!
Phoenix:
Oh...
Angel:
You doubt my speed? I can run 150 feet in nine seconds, you know!
Phoenix:
(Is that really that fast?)
Judge:
Not as fast as your witty rejoinders!
Phoenix:
Ah... uh, yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"(All the testimony we've heard until now points in one direction...)"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I think! I mean, it's highly likely that's where she was.
Angel:
You "think"?
Edgeworth:
It's "highly likely"?
Ema:
Your cavalier attitude stands in stark contrast to your feeble argument, Mr. Wright.
Edgeworth:
Her being there wouldn't change a thing!
Judge:
Please, Mr. Wright, think before you speak.
Phoenix:
Ah... uh, yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"(All the testimony we've heard until now points in one direction...)"
Phoenix:
This is the only place where she could have been.
Judge:
The security guard room?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, the security room in the underground parking lot is well positioned... It's built on the second level, so you can see the entire lot.
Judge:
Hmm... She would have been able to see the emergency phone from there. But why there? There are many other places where she could have seen the phone.
Phoenix:
Not in this case, Your Honor. The witness, not being part of the Prosecutor's Office, couldn't park in A Block. The only place where she could have seen the crime and the back of the partition is here. I remember in your testimony, you said... You brought a lunch to your "boyfriend" in the security guard room, yes? Well, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
... How many years have I been getting the better of men...? To think that the tables could be turned... Today, a man has got the better of Angel Starr!
Judge:
Order! Order! Witness! What have you done!? You used to be a detective! You should know better!
Angel:
I'm not turning back. The guilty will be punished. And I'll do what I must to make sure justice prevails.
Phoenix:
(The guilty... is she talking about Ms. Skye...?)
Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright? Doesn't this strike you as odd? Why did Ms. Starr lie? It doesn't make sense!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
She could have just said she saw the crime from the security guard station. It wouldn't change anything!
Edgeworth:
Exactly! This photograph tells all! It was the defendant who stabbed the victim! That truth still stands!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
It "still stands"? I disagree, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Wh-what!?
Phoenix:
If a witness is found to be lying, they're guilty of perjury. She knows this. She wouldn't risk that without a good reason!
Judge:
So, tell us what her reason was, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
... Huh? M-me?
Judge:
Who else!?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Let's review what we know!
Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr witnessed the crime from the security guard station... But she lied and said she saw it from B Block... It must make a vital difference... but what? What would change...?)
Angle of view to the crime
Phoenix:
Why, the angle at which she saw the crime occur would change!
Judge:
The angle...? What do you mean!?
Phoenix:
Uh, um, well... The security guard station is on the second floor... and um... She would have sort of a more 3-D view of the crime.
Judge:
And this is important... why?
Phoenix:
Um...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Perhaps you'd like to reconsider, Mr. Wright?
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright! Let's review what we know!"
Distance to the crime
Leads to:
"It changes the distance between her and the scene of the crime!"
Difference in lighting
Phoenix:
It's a difference in lighting!
Judge:
Lighting...? What does that mean!?
Phoenix:
Well, it means, uh... See, the security guard station is on the second level... So, uh, she would have seen the crime in better lighting conditions.
Judge:
And this is important... why?
Phoenix:
Um...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Perhaps you'd like to reconsider, Mr. Wright?
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright! Let's review what we know!"
Phoenix:
It changes the distance between her and the scene of the crime!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
My condolences, Mr. Wright... But one look at the floor plans and it's quite clear. The distance between the scene of the crime and the guard station is 30 feet. I don't see how that would change what she could see.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
What she saw is not in question here. What matters is the time it would take her to reach the scene of the crime!
Edgeworth:
...!
Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! You witnessed the crime from the security guard station! Now, how long did it take you to go from there... to the scene of the crime, where you arrested Ms. Skye!?
Angel:
...
Judge:
Well, witness?
Angel:
You...
Phoenix:
Y-yes...?
Angel:
You ordered the Squid Wheels, right?
Phoenix:
(The quality of my lunches has gone from low to inedible.)
Angel:
I was bringing a PB&J lunch with fresh boysenberry jam to my boyfriend.
Judge:
Hmm... Boysenberry for the boyfriend!
Angel:
He wasn't in the station, so I waited. I witnessed the crime from the glass-walled station... and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself running towards the scene. But... the door was locked. I couldn't open it. That's why I had to go through the visitor's parking in B Block.
Judge:
That's quite a detour.
Angel:
It probably took me at least five minutes to get to the scene of the crime.
Judge:
F-f-f-five minutes!? Hmm... This changes things considerably!
Angel:
But, it was that woman over there in the defendant's chair who stabbed him! I know it! I have photographic evidence! I swear it... I swear it on my finest plastic spork!
Judge:
You have a point. And the spork is a wonderful invention.
Angel:
Would you like another Caviar Lunch...?
Judge:
Absolutely!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh...)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! You have to do something!
Phoenix:
(Do I have any evidence to stop this...?)
Raise an objection
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Five minutes between the witnessing of the murder and the arrest!"
Sit back and observe
Phoenix:
(I think I need more evidence before I go sticking my spork in this mess...)
Judge:
Woo! Caviar! Ah... how it makes my eyes tingle!
Ema:
Mr. Wright! No evidence can win against the raw power of caviar! It's a scientific fact! The only thing that's left... Is your strong presence and deft powers of deduction!
Phoenix:
...!
Ema:
Let's screw the lid back on those overpriced fish eggs!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Five minutes between the witnessing of the murder and the arrest!"
Phoenix:
Five minutes between the witnessing of the murder and the arrest! Think about it! You could make pasta in that amount of time! If you like it al dente!
Angel:
I've got lunchboxes that tie pasta into knots, Rookie!
Phoenix:
A five minute "blank"... Isn't that strange!?
Edgeworth:
Strange...?
Phoenix:
If you were a criminal... What would you do with five minutes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Well, um... I guess I'd flee the scene. Hey! D-don't get the wrong idea! I didn't kill anyone...
Phoenix:
But you have the instincts of a killer! You would run! But this time was different! Ms. Skye dawdled at the scene of the crime... she even had her picture taken! No true criminal would act this way! It's inconceivable!
Angel:
Y- yeeeaaargh!
Judge:
Well then. It seems we've come to the end of this testimony. She has a grudge against the defendant, and there is a blank in her testimony.
Angel:
...!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth, is the next witness ready to go?
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately... I appear to have overestimated this witness on account of her professional history...
Ema:
We did it! We screwed that can shut, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Th-that was too close!)
Judge:
I'm afraid that the Cough-up Queen has been dethroned. And with that, court is adjourned!
Hold it!
Angel:
Mr. Edgeworth, you ordered the Squid Wheels, right?
Phoenix:
(That's the one she tried to foist off on me!)
Edgeworth:
I prefer to not take the defense team's leftovers. Anything else to say?
Angel:
I... might be able to save you. I have decisive evidence.
Judge:
Wh-what was that!?
Phoenix:
(Is this another one of her trick lunchboxes!?)
Judge:
My apologies, but we have no further questions to ask of you, Ms. Starr.
Angel:
Ah... Is this your jumbo lunchbox?
Judge:
Whoo hoo! A triple-decker! Out of deference to the witness's determination, I'll allow one more testimony! Let's hear about this decisive evidence.
Angel:
Like the Lunchland motto says, you won't be disappointed!
Phoenix:
(What's she going to pull out of her lunchbox this time!?)
Witness Testimony
-- Decisive Evidence --
Angel:
I should have mentioned those five minutes when I wasn't looking at the crime scene.
And now, to the matter of the victim's shoe... Did I not bring this up...?
Two types of blood were found on this shoe!
One was of course the victim's.
And the other was...! The defendant, Ms. Lana Skye's blood!
This shoe proves it! It's flawless, decisive evidence!
Judge:
Wh-what!? There was blood found on that shoe!?
Angel:
Try Lunchland, for all your lunch and decisive evidence needs!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Witness, what's the meaning of this? Why is this the first time I've heard of this evidence?
Angel:
Simple. As I've already said... I don't trust you with evidence, Mr. Edgeworth! That's why I took the liberty of investigating this myself.
Edgeworth:
And... you had blood tests performed?
Angel:
Didn't I mention? I have three boyfriends in forensics.
Edgeworth:
In any case, Your Honor, I can't accept this as evidence!
Angel:
What...?
Edgeworth:
You should know the two rules of evidence law, Ms. Starr! Rule 1: no evidence shall be shown without the approval of the Police Department! In other words, this shoe is illegal evidence! At least, for the time being!
Ema:
I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
It seems so. Edgeworth sure is celebrating.
Angel:
Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...!
Angel:
Don't forget... I used to be a detective! As I mentioned previously... This shoe has already been tested by a member of the forensics department! As you can see, it was approved by the Police Department as of... today. Even the general public can produce official evidence, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Nuh... Ungh!
Ema:
I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
It seems so. Edgeworth is looking pretty sullen.
Ema:
You could at least study some evidence law! Really!
Judge:
The prosecution's complaints notwithstanding... It appears that this evidence satisfies the first rule of evidence law. Well... It seems you have yet another count against you, witness.
Angel:
Anything to ensure that the guilty are properly judged.
Victim's Shoe added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness!
Examine evidence
Blood on Victim's Shoe
Ema:
This blood... It's my sister's, right?
Phoenix:
It appears so. (Lana's right hand was bandaged when I saw her in jail. She must have cut herself at the time of the crime...)
Ema:
Poor Sis...
Blood under Victim's Shoe
Ema:
AAAH! There's blood here too!
Phoenix:
On the sole of the shoe? It's got to be the victim's. He must have stepped in a puddle of his own blood.
Ema:
All this blood... It's horrible!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... This blood might be an important clue...)
Cross Examination
-- Decisive Evidence --
Angel:
I should have mentioned those five minutes when I wasn't looking at the crime scene.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you lie about those five minutes?
Angel:
I guess you could say, I just wanted people to look at the results.
Phoenix:
The... results?
Angel:
How many times do I have to say this? I saw the chief prosecutor stab the victim before my very own eyes! Compared to that... A five minute "blank" means nothing!
Edgeworth:
Then why didn't you just tell the truth!
Angel:
Don't make me laugh! We're dealing with the most untrustworthy of the vile lot known as prosecutors! Falsified evidence, arranged testimonies, erasing and manipulating evidence... When you fight monsters, you need to use every trick in the book!
Phoenix:
(This when the suspect is admitting she did it?)
Judge:
False testimony is the most despicable crime of all, Ms. Starr. Let's just get this over with.
Angel:
And now, to the matter of the victim's shoe... Did I not bring this up...?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And, you found this shoe at the scene of the crime?
Angel:
I detained the chief prosecutor, and notified the Police Department... I wanted to make myself useful while I was waiting for the police to arrive.
Edgeworth:
So, like an ill-trained pooch, you snuck off with a shoe!
Angel:
I was afraid someone would erase the chief prosecutor's crime. This shoe was my secret weapon if that should happen. See this fashionable basket I have here...? It carries more than lunchboxes, gentlemen!
Phoenix:
(I'm happy for you and your lunchbox bag, really.)
Judge:
In any case, you removed valuable evidence from the scene of the crime.Now, tell us what you did next.
Angel:
Two types of blood were found on this shoe! One was of course the victim's.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you brought it to the forensics department?
Angel:
If you're going to submit something as evidence in court, you need it approved. To do that, evidence must be analyzed... by a forensics expert.
Phoenix:
(And she got away with her little coup because she used to be a detective...)
Judge:
The shoe does appear to have bloodstains on it.
Angel:
Makes sense. After all, a man was stabbed here.
Phoenix:
And that blood belonged to the victim, Detective Goodman?
Angel:
As I said, there were two types of blood found on the shoe.
Angel:
And the other was...! The defendant, Ms. Lana Skye's blood!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You can't say for sure the blood belonged to the victim with a blood test!
Angel:
You claim to know something about blood tests, Rookie?
Phoenix:
Huh...
Angel:
Well, speak up!
Phoenix:
Uh, well... Blood comes in four types... A, B, O, and AB... However! You can't tell from a blood test whether a murder was performed... in cold blood!
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... That's just a figure of speech, Mr. Wright.
Ema:
Actually, if you combine all the various blood tests, there are millions of types! It's practically impossible to narrow a blood sample down to one person! Or so I hear.
Phoenix:
M-millions of types?
Angel:
If I had a little more time, I would have gotten DNA test results... But they said there's very little doubt it could be anyone's but Ms. Lana Skye's.
Judge:
Hmm... So the suspect's blood was found on the victim's shoe...
Edgeworth:
That ties her directly to the death of Detective Goodman!
Phoenix:
(I was afraid he was going to say that...)
Angel:
This shoe proves it! It's flawless, decisive evidence!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
(I can't let this evidence go through without a fight!)
Angel:
You ordered the peppered fish guts, right?
Phoenix:
...!
Angel:
Some like it hot, Mr. Wright. Some, like your client. She's in enough hot water to make a whole batch of soup.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Do you or don't you have a problem with this shoe!?
Phoenix:
A problem...? (This is critical! What's wrong with the victim's shoe?)
There's no problem
Phoenix:
(No... there's nothing there. And if I just stab blindly at it, I'll hurt my case.)
Ema:
C'mon, Mr. Wright, I know you can find something! Some kind of off-the-cuff contradiction!
Phoenix:
I'm trying to avoid saying things off-the-cuff today.
There's a problem
Leads to:
"If I'm not imagining things..."
Phoenix:
If I'm not imagining things... I'd say there is one critical problem with this evidence... A clear contradiction!
Angel:
That gleam in your eyes... You're still young, Rookie. I'd give you a peppered fish gut now, but you couldn't take the heat, could you!
Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Wright has to say! What is contradictory about the victim's shoe? Show us the problem with this evidence!
Present blood on sole
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I wonder if you noticed... there's blood on the bottom of this shoe!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The problem with this evidence... is here!
Judge:
Where?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Edgeworth:
Take that finger and point it at your own head, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... guess that wasn't it.)
Ema:
Mr. Wright, let's be scientific about this! Examine the evidence!
Judge:
As I thought, a waste of time. Well, that was a nice break. Let's return to the testimony, shall we?
Phoenix:
I wonder if you noticed... there's blood on the bottom of this shoe!
Angel:
Don't mess with me, Rookie... Or it'll be your blood on the bottom of my shoe!
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed, there is quite a bit of blood on the bottom of the shoe.
Edgeworth:
It makes sense. The victim was stabbed with a knife! What could possibly be contradictory about blood on the bottom of his shoe!?
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The problem lies... in the footprint."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
... I'm guessing your shoe has blood on it too... you just shot yourself in the foot!
Phoenix:
Arrgh...
Angel:
Would you like a grinder, or a grind from the heel of my boot, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
(Man... tough crowd.)
Ema:
Mr. Wright, let's be scientific about this! Examine the evidence!
Judge:
As I thought, a waste of time. Well, that was a nice break. Let's return to the testimony, shall we?
Phoenix:
(That's pretty sly, hiding evidence like that!)
Ema:
There's nothing sly about a lawyer using the law as a weapon! In any case, science is always on our side! Don't forget! Scientific investigation is the wave of the future!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I should "investigate" this evidence a little more closely...)
Phoenix:
The problem lies... in the footprint.
Angel:
The... footprint?
Phoenix:
Note that the bottom of the victim's shoe is covered in blood. Then... isn't it strange? Why weren't any bloody footprints found by the scene of the crime!?
Judge:
Ah hah!
Phoenix:
As you can see... There were no traces of any such footprints at the scene of the crime! That contradicts your claim about this shoe!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This picture only shows part of the floor, so there could have been bloody footprints.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
If there were bloody prints they would have been found. We checked the scene and found nothing of the sort!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Well, witness!?
Angel:
What!? Huh? I, uh...
Ema:
Great going, Mr. Wright! But... It's true that the lack of a footprint is a contradiction... But then we have to ask why there wasn't a footprint!
Phoenix:
Oh!
Judge:
That's true! There has to be a reason why there wasn't a footprint!
Ema:
Think, Mr. Wright, think!
Phoenix:
... Hey, I don't know why it's not there. I'm just good at finding contradictions.
Ema:
What!?
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I see... Now I get it!
Phoenix:
(Get what!?)
Edgeworth:
Our witness is more devious than I gave her credit for! We were hoodwinked to the very end! But she slipped! There is one vital hint to the truth in her testimony...
Judge:
Wh-what are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
Think back to when she told us about apprehending the suspect...
Angel:
The chief prosecutor tried to resist, but her efforts were in vain. She knocked my hands aside, kicked over an oil drum... Oh, she's beautiful, but deadly! A predator, this one! A leopard woman! Rowr!
Edgeworth:
I thought that was a strange thing for the normally cool-headed chief to do.
Phoenix:
(No kidding!)
Edgeworth:
Now, witness. Allow me to ask a very simple question. This "oil drum"... was it empty?
Angel:
... Oh, that, hmm? I'm not sure I like your attitude, Mr. Edgeworth. Though apparently you're not the slowest conveyor belt in the lunchbox factory.
Judge:
Witness! W-well? Was the oil drum empty...?
Angel:
The oil drum kicked over by the chief prosecutor... was brimming with water.
Phoenix:
W-water? (What does that mean?)
Edgeworth:
Still don't get it, Mr. Wright? Do you want to know the reason she knocked it over? The REAL reason?
Judge:
Aaaa haaaaah! You don't mean...!
Edgeworth:
Yes, the suspect knocked over that oil drum for one reason and one reason alone! To erase the blood stains that would become evidence against her!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaargh!
Judge:
That ties things up quite nicely! The blood stains left on the victim's shoes tie her quite clearly to this murder! Then, after the deed was done, she knocked over the oil drum to erase the telltale signs!
Angel:
Why, that's a prosecutor's specialty... erasing evidence!
Phoenix:
(That reminds me... Ms. Skye's right hand was hurt... Didn't she say she'd cut herself when she stabbed him...?)
Ema:
So my sister's blood on the shoe... That's when it happened?
Judge:
Well... I see no reason to prolong this trial.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright! Do something! Please!
Phoenix:
W-what!? What can I do? Your sister has confessed to the crime, and she tried to conceal it!
Ema:
B-but...
Edgeworth:
Enough. There is no need for further debate. The verdict, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well...
Ema:
But Angel Starr is on the prosecution's side! She could have been lying about the water!
Judge:
This court finds the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...
Hold it!
Angel:
Little girl... What did you just say?
Ema:
Huh...? M-me?
Angel:
Did you say that I, Angel Starr... was on the prosecution's side?
Ema:
W-well, yeah, you are! You're saying my sister hid evidence by erasing the bloody footprints!
Angel:
Well. I thought you'd had your fill, but here you are, demanding a second helping! Another lunchbox... A lunchbox called "evidence"!
Judge:
W-wait... Witness, don't tell me you have something else?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You've reached your verdict, Your Honor! Any further comments will be held in contempt of court!
Angel:
Your threats don't scare the Cough-up Queen! Look at this!!!
Judge:
A photograph...?
Angel:
I had this just in case anyone had the gall to suggest... that the white shoe didn't belong to the victim!
Judge:
Hmm... I see no room for error in this evidence.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright, wait! Look at the asphalt in this photo!
Phoenix:
Hey! It's clearly wet!
Judge:
Erasing the last trace of doubt from the court's mind. Immediately after the murder, the crime scene was washed with water!
Ema:
I-I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. I guess I... I couldn't help after all.
Phoenix:
(It's not your fault... I knew I couldn't win this case from the beginning. And... it seems this is what your sister wanted anyway! ... I'm sorry, Mia...) ... ... ...
Wright... wet or not...Don't be so quick to throw in the towel...
Phoenix:
...!
Get yourself up off the asphalt... take another good look...Don't give up... Not until the bitter end.
Phoenix:
(This is the last piece of evidence...)
Judge:
Very well! This time I'd like to declare a verdict for good!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, wait!
Judge:
What is it with you people!? Can't I hand down my verdicts in peace anymore!? Whatever it is, can it wait?
Phoenix:
N-no it can't. Then it will be too late! Look at this photograph, the last one submitted... This trial isn't over... until we give each piece of evidence proper consideration!
Edgeworth:
So, Wright... Are you saying there's a problem with this latest piece of evidence?
Phoenix:
Yeah! (I'll think later!) Yeah, there's a problem! (Right or wrong, I've got to go ahead with this!)
Judge:
I suppose since we've come this far, we should give every claim a fair shake. Very well, Mr. Wright. Show the court the problem in this photograph!
Present muffler
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The problem in this photograph... is here!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well... it's probably here! Don't you think?
Judge:
As your elder, Mr. Wright, let me give you a piece of advice... When you point at something, at least remember to keep your eyes open?
Angel:
I believe he's trying to say that no one's falling for your bluffs, Mr. Wright!
Ema:
Open your eyes, Mr. Wright! Think scientifically!
Leads back to:
"I suppose since we've come this far, we should give every claim a fair shake."
Phoenix:
The problem in this photograph... is here!
Edgeworth:
What's this...? There's something poking out of the car's muffler!
Judge:
Wait just a moment, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor?
Judge:
You just said "muffler"... However I see no trace of a muffler or scarf of any kind in this photograph!
Edgeworth:
... A muffler is also a part on a car or motorcycle, Your Honor. Just think of it as... part of the exhaust system. A pipe...
Judge:
I see! And... I see! What's that suspicious-looking cloth sticking out of the car's muffler?
Angel:
Hmph! So what if there is something sticking out of the muffler! What does that have to do with this case? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Sorry, Ms. Starr... But it's not going to be that easy! In fact, you've already told us why this is important to the case... You said as much in your testimony!!!
Angel:
Wh-what!?
Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Wright has on his mind! Tell us why you think this piece of cloth in the muffler is related to this case.
Present Lana's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Starr! Recall your testimony for the court..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor? How do you feel about that?
Judge:
Actually, I don't feel well at all. I have this pounding headache...
Phoenix:
No, no, I meant, what do you think about the...
Judge:
I'm afraid the reason for that headache is you, Mr. Wright!
Ema:
That cloth was found in the car's "muffler," right...? Muffler... muffler... Where have I heard that word recently? Muffler...
Leads back to:
"Let's hear what Mr. Wright has on his mind!"
Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! Recall your testimony for the court...
Angel:
Ah yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler! That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!
Angel:
Muffler! argh! Yeearrrrgh!
Phoenix:
Could it be that the "muffler" you heard mentioned... Was actually this exhaust pipe!? If so! That means this piece of cloth is vital evidence!
Angel:
Oh... Whooooooooooo ooooooooooooragh!
Judge:
Well... It seems we will have to suspend the proceedings.
Angel:
Sus... Suspend!?
Judge:
I find myself wondering about that piece of cloth. If we leave any question unanswered here we do a disservice to the law! Have the car at the crime scene inspected at once, and bring me that cloth! The verdict will wait until after we've seen all the evidence. Agreed...?
Edgeworth:
... I suppose so.
Phoenix:
(Whew... that was close. But... we made it... at least for now!)
Judge:
The court will adjourn for a thirty minute recess! It's lunchtime after all!
Phoenix:
(He's still hungry!?)
To be continued.
February 23, 11:56 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Ema:
Um... Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? What?
Ema:
Are trials... always like this with you? Like you're swimming up from the bottom of a lake, about to reach the surface... But no matter how hard you paddle you never seem to get there...
Phoenix:
Pretty much. Except today we're swimming in quicksand. So what happened to your sister, anyway?
Ema:
Apparently she got called off to the judge's chambers.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Probably something to do with that piece of cloth.
Ema:
So! This is where we turn this trial around, right? Our only weapon, a tiny, insignificant piece of cloth!
Phoenix:
I'm the one who's starting to feel tiny and insignificant to tell the truth.
???:
Hola, Pardner!
Marshall:
They say you show a red cloth to a bull, it'll fire up its temper! That's what they told me when I was a young'un, at least.
Ema:
Officer Marshall!
Marshall:
Thought I'd come take a look-see at how the trial's going. Looks like I'm late. They've got the place locked down tighter than a fort in enemy territory!
Phoenix:
What is going on over there, anyway? All the police I've seen these last two days have been really on edge.
Marshall:
Don't you got enough on your plate without worrying about other people, compadre? You could be worrying about the chief prosecutor's taste in mufflers, for example.
Ema:
Um... Officer Marshall? The whole "muffler" thing didn't have anything to do with scarves... She wasn't even wearing a scarf!
Marshall:
You don't say? Now don't that just beat all.
Ema:
...?
Marshall:
I've seen the red breeze blow at her slender neck many a time... I saw it that day, too. She was wearing a red muffler.
Ema:
What!?
Marshall:
At the awards ceremony that afternoon. Edgeworth's seen it too, I'd reckon.
Phoenix:
(What does that mean!? In the photograph taken at the crime scene... she wasn't wearing a scarf!)
Ema:
So, Ms. Starr wasn't mistaken...
Marshall:
Well, it's about time. Remember, pardner, sometimes you gotta grab the bull by the horns... and sometimes you just gotta let that bull go where it will. Time will tell!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... I have a bad feeling about this.)
Ema:
So... what are we swimming in now, Mr. Wright?
Marshall:
If it's steak sauce, I can hook you up with some fine ribs! Ooh-wee!
February 23, 12:32 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 9
Judge:
I'd... like to... resume...?
Phoenix:
(What's up? The judge keeps looking over at the prosecution...)
Judge:
Is something wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Your face is blue, your lips are purple, you're sweating bullets... That furrowed brow, those grinding teeth, those watery eyes... What's more your eyes are unfocused, you're doubled over, your back is bent...
Edgeworth:
It... can't... be!! This... can't... happen!
Ema:
I wonder what happened to Mr. Edgeworth?
Judge:
Well then, I believe it is time we continued on with this trial. During our recess I had requested that the prosecution conduct an investigation...
Edgeworth:
Th-this is unacceptable!
Judge:
Hmm... It seems our prosecutor is quite beside himself.
???:
Ah, er, excuse me. Knock knock?
Judge:
...? Who's there?
Phoenix:
(What's with this guy? A strange, stuffy aura seems to be filling the courtroom.)
Ema:
Hey! The temperature rose 5.7 degrees when that man came in!
Phoenix:
(Who on earth is he...?)
Judge:
Ah, it's you...
???:
Oh! Oh, heh heh. Sorry I'm late, Udgey! The roads were packed. It's just me! Long time no see, eh, Udgey? How ya been? Swim much these days!
Judge:
Ah! Hello, hello. No, I've been so busy...
???:
Busy! Busy-smizzy, Udgey, my boy! You have to make time to relax!
Judge:
Y-yes, indeed.
Ema:
Udgey... seems to be his nickname for the judge...?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid you're right. Very afraid. Um... sorry, but... who are you?
???:
Ah hah! So you're Wrighto! The attorney! I've heard good things about you, son!
Phoenix:
Eh? Uh, th-thanks...?
???:
So sorry about our little Worthy giving you all that trouble, eh? You know, we should all go swimming together sometime! Jolly!
Phoenix:
Little... Little Worthy...?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You don't know the district Chief of Police!?
Phoenix:
Chuh....? Chief of Police...!?
Judge:
He's the top ranking police officer in the entire district!
Gant:
Name's Gant, Damon Gant. Pleased to meet you, everyone!
Judge:
So, uh, to what do we owe this honor today? It's been over... two years since you last came to this courtroom, hasn't it?
Gant:
Well, it's Worthy, here. Look at the poor fellow! I just thought I'd help out... by bringing this.
Phoenix:
Hey! Th-that's...!
Ema:
My sister's muffler!
Phoenix:
(So Ms. Starr wasn't just seeing things! When the crime occurred, Ms. Skye really was wearing that muffler!)
Gant:
But to think that it was stuffed into that exhaust pipe... On little Worthy's car, no less! It's really quite embarrassing, even for us.
Judge:
Wh-what's this!?
Gant:
It's what you'd call a switchblade knife. Quite perplexing, this.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Chief! What kind of outfit are you running!?
Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
How could they miss such a vital piece of evidence!? If your investigators are this lax, how do you expect us to do our job?
Gant:
N-now wait a minute, Worthy!
Edgeworth:
I've no desire to hear your excuses!
Gant:
I'm telling you to wait! Or didn't you hear me?
Edgeworth:
...!
Gant:
Have a look at this document, where it says "person in charge of investigation"... There's no mistaking that signature... Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Th-that's no fair! The day of the crime, I-I had...
Gant:
Your head in the clouds because you got that award! I know how you feel... But you're the person in charge. I'll expect a written apology.
Edgeworth:
What? Are you serious!?
Gant:
Don't be too upset, we'll find a way to clean up this mess... that you made.
Edgeworth:
...!
Ema:
This is the first time I've seen Mr. Edgeworth at a loss for words...
Judge:
This kind of major blunder is unlike you Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Gah...!
Judge:
The court accepts this new evidence. But, I'd like to ask the defense a favor first.
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Judge:
Just to be sure... I'd like to take a look at the blade of this knife.
Phoenix:
The b-blade, Your Honor? Well, I don't see why not...
Judge:
Could you open it up for me, I wonder?
Phoenix:
Yes, well. I think all you have to do is push that switch, and...
Judge:
If I cut my finger Mr. Wright, I wouldn't be able to pound my gavel anymore.
Phoenix:
(Yeah. But if I cut my finger, I wouldn't be able to point it at people anymore...)
Ema:
Come on! Just hurry up and open it!
Examine evidence
Tag on Switchblade Knife
Ema:
There's a small tag on this knife.
Phoenix:
It seems to say "SL-9 2"...
Ema:
What does that mean?
Phoenix:
Well... (I've heard something similar... "DL-6"... of "DL-6 Incident" fame...)
Ema:
But... it's strange.
Phoenix:
Huh? What is?
Ema:
I'm not certain... But I get the feeling I've seen this somewhere before! Letters like this... or letters that looked a lot like this... somehow.
Tag on Switchblade Knife (after pressing switch)
Ema:
There's a small tag on the knife.
Phoenix:
It says, "SL-9 2."
Ema:
What's that supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure... (But it reminds me of a similar code... "DL-6." Maybe it's a case number?)
Ema:
That's weird.
Phoenix:
What?
Ema:
I don't remember where... but I think I've seen something like this before. Something similar to what's written on this tag. It wasn't that long ago either...
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should check the Court Record again.)
Switch on Switchblade Knife
Ema:
Waaaah! D-don't scare me like that!
Phoenix:
I'm the one who's scared!
Ema:
Look at this knife blade... the tip is broken off.
Phoenix:
(And this dark red stain... blood?)
Switchblade Knife added to the Court Record.
(Examining switch leads to:)
Edgeworth:
This does not excuse the actions of the Police Department! I would like to hear an explanation from the Chief of Police himself!
Judge:
I'm terribly sorry, but could I ask you to testify for us? About the split between the prosecutors and the police... and this knife.
Gant:
Sure! Sure thing. Not a problem, not even a little one! Really!
Witness Testimony
-- Department in Disorder --
Gant:
This knife is special... but I can't say how here.
Unless there's evidence to prove a connection between this knife and Goodman...
That was a bad day for the Department. We weren't in any shape to do an investigation.
A detective was killed at the Police Department, see... what a mess!
The time of the crime? 5:15. Scary coincidence, eh?
It's not officially linked to this here case, so I can't talk much about it.
Judge:
There... There was a murder at the Police Department!? A detective!?
Gant:
That's hush-hush information, Udgey! We haven't exactly announced it yet.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
W-wait a second! You said "5:15"... That's the exact time that Detective Goodman was killed at the Prosecutor's Office!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Gant:
Anyway, we at the Department were all a-flustered, as you might well assume. We're in the middle of a top-top-secret investigation. Don't tell anyone, okay?
Judge:
I think we understand the Police Department's situation... Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Two detectives killed at the same time in two different places...)
Ema:
The chances of that are really slim. Scientifically speaking, of course.
Phoenix:
I'd... like to exercise my right to cross-examine the witness.
Judge:
Very well... however! Keep your questions focused on the case at hand!
Cross Examination
-- Department in Disorder --
Gant:
This knife is special... but I can't say how here.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Excuse me... "special"?
Gant:
Mmhmm. Hard to come by this particular knife anywhere else.
Phoenix:
Um... Might that special thing... be this little tag?
Gant:
Oh! Sorry, Wrighto! But I can't say that now. Not that!
Edgeworth:
We've established that the knife in Goodman's chest... was this knife. Now why was there another knife at the scene of the crime?
Judge:
That's quite a mystery!
Gant:
And like a mystery, it's wrapped in something... a muffler!
Gant:
This knife was evidence in a case. It was stolen from the Department's evidence room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So this knife... was stolen?
Gant:
Yes, but on the day of the murder.
Edgeworth:
It was evidence, you say. Was it, in fact, a murder weapon?
Gant:
Nice! Nice! Nice! Good show, little Worthy! It was a murder weapon, as it happens. It was evidence from a case long-since solved...
Phoenix:
(So this knife was stolen on the day of the murder... And it was found in the exhaust pipe of Edgeworth's car...)
Ema:
Hard to think there isn't a connection there!
Gant:
Unless there's evidence to prove a connection between this knife and Goodman...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
This knife was found on the scene of our crime! I think that makes it connected to the case, don't you!?
Gant:
See, there's a lot of things that go on at the Department I can't explain... It's... delicate, okay? Sorry, Wrighto!
Ema:
Maybe there's something about the knife that will give us a clue! Let's examine that knife while we can, Wrighto!
Phoenix:
(Hmmm... evidence that links this knife to Detective Goodman... I think perhaps the pieces are falling into place... I should try presenting the piece of evidence that's had me stumped all this time!)
Edgeworth:
So, how were things down at the Department...?
Present Victim's Note
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Wait a second!
Gant:
Ah, at last! An honest to goodness "objection"!
Phoenix:
This knife... This has to have something to do with Detective Goodman!
Judge:
What do you mean!?
Gant:
Ah hah! An honest-to-goodness what do you mean from the judge! This is great!
Phoenix:
Look at the tag on this knife! It reads "SL-9 2"...
Judge:
And this is important... why?
Phoenix:
Over here we also have... A memo that was on the body of the victim!
Judge:
Hmm... what's this? 6 minus 7S... 12/2...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor... It's upside-down.
Judge:
Upside...?
Phoenix:
The printed name on the memo makes it look like it's right-side up... But turn it around and what do you get!?
Judge:
Ah... Ah haaaaah!
Phoenix:
When he wrote this note, he was holding the paper upside down!
Judge:
SL-9... That's the same thing that is written on the knife's tag! Order! Order! Well, Chief?
Gant:
... Ah, well. I guess the cat's out of the bag... You win, Wrighto!
Phoenix:
I... win? Ah... (What game is this guy playing!?)
Change statements:
"This knife is special... but I can't say how here." and "Unless there's evidence to prove a connection between this knife and Goodman..." to "This knife was evidence in a case. It was stolen from the Department's evidence room."
Gant:
That was a bad day for the Department. We weren't in any shape to do an investigation.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Something didn't happen at the Police Department too, did it...?
Gant:
You got a good look in your eyes, there, Wrighto my boy. Sharp! Hungry!
Edgeworth:
Chief... did something happen? And why haven't I heard?
Gant:
Why haven't you heard? Or why didn't you ask?
Edgeworth:
...!
Gant:
No matter, I understand. You were busy, what with Lana's case and all.
Phoenix:
Well, what happened!? What happened at the Police Department that day?
Gant:
A detective was killed at the Police Department, see... what a mess!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
On the same day that a detective was killed in the Prosecutor's parking lot... Another detective... was killed at the Police Department!?
Gant:
That's a fact. Surprising, isn't it, Udgey?
Judge:
I'm at a loss for words.
Edgeworth:
And the perpetrator? Do you have a suspect?
Gant:
Well, there was a suspect. Just arrested 'em, in fact.
Phoenix:
(Just arrested! That was quick...)
Gant:
But... there's still a lot of unanswered questions. Maybe you could help, Wright!
Phoenix:
I suppose I could help... if you help me by giving me data on your case?
Gant:
Oooh, good one! This kid's sharp! Okay, here's the deal. I'll tell you one thing and one thing only...
Where the victim was found
Leads to:
"So, tell me... where was the victim found?"
How the victim was killed
Phoenix:
Well, how was the detective killed?
Gant:
How was he killed? Now that's the interesting part! It was what we in the force call a "stabbing." With a knife!
Phoenix:
A kn-knife...?
Edgeworth:
That's exactly the same as Detective Goodman!
Gant:
That's the spirit! We're cooking now! But you know... That's not the only thing that was exactly the same...
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean!?
Gant:
There were more similarities between the two cases than the cause of death!
Phoenix:
(It seems like I'm going to have to press this a bit harder...)
When the victim died
Phoenix:
So... when did the murder at the Police Department occur?
Gant:
Now that's a sharp question, Wrighto! Very sharp! Well, my boy... You're gonna love this!
Phoenix:
So, tell me... where was the victim found?
Gant:
... Well, I can't speak on where the corpse was found. But I can say the crime took place in the evidence room at the Police Department.
Phoenix:
(The evidence room!?)
Before present Victim's Note at 2nd statement
Gant:
You wouldn't know about the evidence room, would you, Wrighto?
Phoenix:
I can't say I've heard of it. (I guess I should ask again once I learn a bit more about this "evidence room.")
Gant:
There's something stranger about this than the place where the body was found!
After present Victim's Note at 2nd statement
Phoenix:
(W-wait a second... I have heard of that!)
Ema:
The evidence room... Didn't he mention that in his testimony just now?
Gant:
This knife was evidence in a case. It was stolen from the Department's evidence room.
Phoenix:
(There's the connection between the two cases!)
Ema:
You seem happy, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Happy? We just got handed our ticket to go to town on this case! (With the link between the two cases established, we finally have some leverage. Now we can get Gant to testify about the details!)
Gant:
The time of the crime? 5:15. Scary coincidence, eh?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Five... 5:15...!? B-but that's... That's when Detective Goodman was killed in the Prosecutor's Office!
Judge:
What!?
Gant:
Funny, isn't it? A murder at the Prosecutor's place, and a murder at our place at the very same time! What are the chances!
Phoenix:
(Coincidence!?)
Ema:
This is just my gut feeling... but I'd say there's a 0.001% chance of that happening!
Phoenix:
Chief Gant, please tell us more about the incident!
Gant:
It's not officially linked to this here case, so I can't talk much about it.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How can you say there's no connection!?
Gant:
How? Because I'm the Chief of Police! I can't just say anything I please, Wrighto. You understand!
Judge:
Try to understand, Wrighto.
Gant:
Well, if you can prove there is a connection, more power to you. Maybe there is something that ties the two murders together?
Phoenix:
(Whatever it is, I'd better find it and get to the bottom of this!)
Press after fully pressing 4th statement after present Victim's Note at 2nd statement
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Chief... The defense's position is simply this: The connection between these two cases has already been proven!
Gant:
Heh, you don't say? Well, out with it Wrighto! What's your connection?
Judge:
Yes, out with it, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
The connection is a place, mentioned in the testimony we just heard. The knife found in the lot was stolen... from the Police Department's evidence room.
Edgeworth:
Not to mention the victim had written down the numbers on the knife's evidence tag.
Phoenix:
And we also know that the detective murdered at the Police Department... was killed in that very same evidence room!
Judge:
Indeed... There do seem to be too many connections for it to be a coincidence.
Gant:
You two make a good pair. It took my men two days to find out what you deduced right here.
Edgeworth:
Chief! I request that you release your information on the victim at the Police Department!
Gant:
See, that's the tricky part. It hasn't been announced yet, and all...
Phoenix:
Can we get the information... unofficially?
Gant:
Hmmmmm... Sure! Why not? It's unofficial, after all.
Phoenix:
(What? Really!?)
Ema:
Who would have guessed?
Change statement:
"It's not officially linked to this here case, so I can't talk much about it." to "I'll cooperate, but I can't reveal the name of the victim at the Department, okay?"
Gant:
I'll cooperate, but I can't reveal the name of the victim at the Department, okay?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
If you're going to tell us a little, why not tell us everything?
Gant:
Ah, well, case information is sticky stuff. You have to do everything properly.
Phoenix:
(Oh well... I guess I might as well try to get what I can out of him...)
The victim's division
Phoenix:
Okay, well... What division was the victim stationed in?
Gant:
Oh? You want to know that, do you? Do you? Ah hah... Criminal Affairs, Division 1. The detectives responsible for homicide cases.
Phoenix:
(Homicide... that would be the same division as Detective Gumshoe!)
Ema:
Detective Goodman who was killed in the underground parking lot was homicide, too!
Phoenix:
It's almost like a serial killer was after homicide detectives...
Ema:
Except that the serial killing happened simultaneously, scientifically speaking.
Phoenix:
Well, I sure hope Detective Gumshoe isn't next on the list...
The victim's ID number
Leads to:
"Okay... How about you tell me the victim's ID number?"
The victim's gender
Phoenix:
Okay... how about the gender of the victim!
Gant:
You want to know that!? Um... Hmm... Okay, a hint. Let's see... first hint! The gender that's NOT female...!
Phoenix:
Ah hah! He was a guy!
Gant:
What did I tell you! The boy's sharp!
Judge:
Stop goofing around, Mr. Wright! This is serious business!
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor. (Hey, tell that to the Chief of Police!)
Phoenix:
Okay... How about you tell me the victim's ID number?
Gant:
Hmm? Sure, why not. It's not like you'll be able to tell who it is from that!
Phoenix:
Of course not. You won't tell me their name, after all.
Gant:
We keep a tight lid on ID numbers, so don't go getting your hopes up. The number is... 5842189.
Judge:
Well! That's quite... long!
Gant:
And we have to remember these! It drives me nuts!
Judge:
8... 2... I can't do it.
Phoenix:
(You didn't even get the first number right!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Does this tell you anything?
Phoenix:
(The ID number of the victim at the Police Department... 5842189...)
This tells me something!
Leads to:
"Actually, it does, Your Honor."
This tells me nothing!
Phoenix:
Absolutely nothing, Your Honor.
Judge:
Ah... well, yes.
Phoenix:
First of all, it was too long! I've forgotten it already!
Judge:
S-sorry! I mean, why are you getting mad at me!? I didn't come up with those numbers...
Ema:
Hmm... 5842189...
Phoenix:
Actually, it does, Your Honor. It does...! I think!
Judge:
Meaning?
Phoenix:
(It has to be what I think it is... But what does this mean?)
Judge:
Well, let's hear what the defense has to say. You say the ID number of the detective who was murdered at the Police Department... tells you something? What does it tell you!?
Present Goodman's ID
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Witness!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The ID number tells me... this!
Gant:
My dear boy, you shouldn't believe everything ID numbers tell you.
Phoenix:
Well... Maybe I misheard. You know?
Judge:
Mr. Wright.... The court respectfully requests that you clean out your ears and pay attention!
Phoenix:
(And I'd like to request some straightforward information for once!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Don't listen to them! Look at the Court Record, scientifically!
Phoenix:
(Two detectives were killed at 5:15... One at the Prosecutor's Office... And one at the Police Department... that can't be a coincidence!)
Ema:
And that knife! What was it doing there...?
Phoenix:
(I'd better check this knife out...)
Phoenix:
Witness! ...
Gant:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... What is it, Mr. Wright!? You're grinning like a schoolgirl on prom night!
Phoenix:
No, I... it's just, I got confused...
Edgeworth:
And this is news?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Just come out with both guns blazing... like you always do.
Phoenix:
(The Police Department... the Prosecutor's Office... Two places, two detectives murdered... at one time.) Actually, I happen to have a police ID number here.
Judge:
Oh hoh! Is it yours?
Phoenix:
N-no, Your Honor. I'm a defense attorney... remember? This is the ID number of our victim, Detective Goodman.
Gant:
Shame on you, Wrighto! Personnel IDs are top secret!
Phoenix:
Detective Goodman's ID number is... "5842189."
Gant:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... And...? This means... what, exactly?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
Wait... That ID number we heard from the Chief earlier.. That started with "82..." Hmm. I've forgotten.
Phoenix:
(You even got the first number wrong!) The number the Chief of Police gave us was... 5842189.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
W-wait a second, Wright! What does this...?
Phoenix:
Mean? That's what I want to know! The two ID numbers are identical! In other words... The detective killed in the Police Department's evidence room was Bruce Goodman!
Phoenix:
What does our witness think about that!?
Gant:
... Oh! Ho ho ho, sharp as a tack, Wrighto! Sharp as a tack!
Judge:
B-but wait! Detective Goodman is OUR victim! He was killed at 5:15 in the underground parking lot!
Phoenix:
Yet, a Detective Bruce Goodman was also killed at the Police Department... In the evidence room... at the exact same time!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Th-that's impossible! So, what we're saying is... The same person was killed at the same time!? And in a completely different location!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Chief! What does this mean!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!No... what I want to know is... why didn't I hear about this!? Yes, it's top-secret, fine! But I'm the prosecutor in charge of the case!!!
Gant:
Now, just wait a second, Worthy. No need to get all flustered.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! The Police Department has made a grave error in this case...
Gant:
Wait. I said "wait." Or didn't you hear me?
Edgeworth:
...!
Gant:
The oversight... the grave error...? Mr. Edgeworth... They're yours.
Edgeworth:
Wh-what!? How... how dare...
Gant:
We informed you yesterday. I believe it was our Officer Meekins who brought you the news?
Edgeworth:
O-officer... Meekins?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Where have we heard that name before? Wait... Ah hah!
Officer:
Erm...! Excuse me! But is Mr. Edgeworth, uh... anywhere on the premises? I'm here, sir, at the request of the chief, sir! I've got your report, sir!
Edgeworth:
You don't mean... him!?
Gant:
According to Meekins, you didn't accept the report?
Gant:
Hard to believe.
Edgeworth:
B-but your officer, he told me! He said that report had nothing to do with the Lana Skye incident!
Gant:
[Detective Bruce Goodman murdered in the Police Department evidence room...] Mr. Edgeworth. The victim's name is written right on the top of the report.
Edgeworth:
Gaaaaaaah! Wh-why didn't your officer tell me!?
Ema:
Honestly, I'm not sure if that officer was capable of making the connection... He did seem... challenged.
Gant:
In any case, this is a serious error, a gross negligence of duty on your part, Worthy.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
B-But, sir!!! You could have submitted that report this morning to the court, as evidence! Then, I...
Gant:
No such luck this time, Worthy... or should I say, un-Worthy?
Edgeworth:
What!?
Gant:
Now what was the second rule of evidence law, hmm?
Ema:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, well, it's, uh...
Edgeworth:
Rule 2: New evidence may only be submitted if it concerns the case on trial. And how is this relevant!?
Gant:
Normally, you submit a list of evidence to be used in court before the trial. This report wasn't on that list...
Judge:
So... What does this mean?
Gant:
I couldn't submit this evidence until a connection was proven in court.
Edgeworth:
...!!
Gant:
That connection was just proven by Wrighto over here. Good job, Wrighto, my boy!
Phoenix:
Huh? Uh... I... I was just doing my job.
Edgeworth:
No... Noooooooooooooo!!!
Judge:
It seems... we have come to the end of this trial.
Gant:
You are becoming a thorn in my side, Worthy... There've been rumors... After all, you were in the defendant's chair just last year...!
Edgeworth:
...! I apologize for this terrible lack of due diligence on my part...
Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Please... Just give me one day. I'll get to the bottom of what happened... If it's the last thing I do!
Gant:
You'd better get results this time. Really.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth...
Judge:
I don't think there's ever been an error this serious in the history of this court. We will grant one further day as the prosecution has requested. Will this be sufficient, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor. Thank you.
Judge:
Whatever your punishment for this is, for your sake I hope it's not... decisive. Very well! Court is adjourned!
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. The defense has failed to give the court sufficient reason to doubt the prosecution's claim! This court find the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Rise from the Ashes
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
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Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
February 23, 2:15 PMWright & Co. Law Offices
Ema:
Uh... um, Mr. Wright! So... What's going on with the case, anyway!? I... I'm a little confused.
Phoenix:
Huh!? W-well, um... let's see. (What is going on?) The victim, Detective Bruce Goodman, was stabbed to death after 5:00 PM on the 21st. He died in the Prosecutor's parking lot... and the Police Department's evidence room.
Ema:
What's this "and the evidence room" part!? The Prosecutor's Office and the Police Department are 30 minutes apart by car.
Phoenix:
... Well... that's what we're going to find out. (Or try to, at least...)
Ema:
... Alright! Let's do it!
Phoenix:
(Glad she's in good spirits, but I'm not sure she's going to be much help with this...)
Ema:
Don't be so sure, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Would you mind coming with me? I'll prove that these thick- rimmed glasses of mine aren't just for show! Let's go! Science awaits us!
February 23Prosecutor's OfficeUnderground Parking Lot
Ema:
You know, I really don't think we should worry about the Police Department murder! There wasn't even a body found there! Who cares?
Phoenix:
(Of course it was our victim who was killed at the Department...)
Ema:
And my sister would never do such a thing! I know it...
Edgeworth:
That oil drum... Was it empty?
Angel:
The oil drum kicked over by the Chief Prosecutor... was brimming with water!
Ema:
My sister, erasing evidence at the crime scene? Never!
Phoenix:
(Even though she says they don't get along, Ema really likes her sister...)
Ema:
That's not it at all! It's just... We're both professionals at what we do... and I trust her!
Phoenix:
(Big words for a high school student.) Well, whether there was blood stains or not... The water in that oil drum washed it all away.
Ema:
He he heh. Ignore the strength of my science at your own peril, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Huh? What's that grin for?
Ema:
This situation calls for one thing, and that is... Luminol testing fluid!
Phoenix:
L-luminol?
Ema:
Blood is sticky stuff, you know. You can't just wash it away with a little water. Even if you can't see it, it's still there...
Phoenix:
But wouldn't the police have already done those tests?
Ema:
Never trust anyone's eyes but your own, Mr. Wright! Just give it a try!
Phoenix:
M-me? Why do I have to do it!?
Ema:
I'm a minor! I can't even drink yet!
Phoenix:
(We're testing blood stains with this stuff, not drinking it...)
Ema:
Here, look, I'll lend you these glasses.
Phoenix:
Huh? You had an extra pair of those things?
Ema:
To test for a blood reaction, just spray the luminol on it. Like this, see? Touch the screen to spray it on. Okay! Let's find us some bloodstains!
Spray luminol between oil drum and car
Leads to:
"(I can see her eyes shining behind those glasses...)"
Phoenix:
(I can see her eyes shining behind those glasses...) So, is this a bloodstain?
Ema:
Uhhhh... It's so... ugh!
Phoenix:
Ema, you're shaking.
Ema:
It's just... this is my first time seeing real blood!
Phoenix:
(Scientific investigation in action...)
Ema:
O-okay, well, we definitely know that this is a bloodstain. But, doesn't something strike you as odd? Scientifically speaking, of course?
Phoenix:
(What's odd about this... scientifically?)
The bloodstain's location
Phoenix:
Why, the blood stain's location is odd! Elementary!
Ema:
H-huh? Why is that "elementary"? I mean, I would think that if there was a fight, you'd expect some bloodstains here.
Phoenix:
... I suppose you might think that.
Ema:
C'mon, Mr. Wright! We're all counting on you!
Phoenix:
(There is something odd about this bloodstain... But if it's not the location of the blood, then maybe...) Maybe it's the amount of blood that's odd?
Leads to:
"I definitely think so!"
The amount of blood
Phoenix:
The perpetrator and Detective Goodman fought here, right? Don't you think there'd be a little more blood?
Leads to:
"I definitely think so!"
Ema:
I definitely think so! I mean... Look at all the blood on the sole of the victim's shoe!
Phoenix:
(It's strange! If they fought here, there'd have to be more bloodstains than this.)
Ema:
Uh, h-hey, Mr. Wright! See how I'm marking up the floor plans when we find a blood stain? See... I'm pretty handy to have around, right?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah. That's very... useful information to have.
Ema:
I saved up my allowance to buy this!
Phoenix:
Luminol Testing Fluid information received from Ema.
Ema:
We can't be sure that the police will reveal all their evidence in court. Sometimes they fail to mention evidence that doesn't fit with their view of the case.
Phoenix:
And we'll drag that "hidden evidence" out into the light of day!
Ema:
Yeah! It feels like we're really investigating a crime now, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
(This luminol stuff is going to come in handy.)
???:
Hah!
Angel:
I wonder how that fluid of yours would react to a nice Deli Box?
Ema:
Ms. Starr!
Angel:
You only trust your own eyes, hm? Not bad, you two... This day-old Deli Box is on the house...
Phoenix:
Sorry, it's just, that kind of lead in doesn't really get my mouth watering.
Examine (left side)
Security room
Ema:
So that's where Ms. Starr saw the incident from.
Phoenix:
You can probably see quite a lot from up there. (Hmm... That probably means she wasn't lying when she saw Ms. Skye stab him...) Where's the security guard, anyway?
Ema:
Well, this is just something I heard... But apparently he went out to buy coffee for Ms. Starr.
Phoenix:
(That woman is a force to be reckoned with...)
Wall
Ema:
So, this is the famous divider.
Phoenix:
It sure helped us knock a hole in that testimony today. Come to think of it, this divider helped our case more than the actual witness.
Ema:
The great divider! A chip off the old parking block!
Phoenix:
It's just a wall. (Scientifically speaking...)
Oil drum
Phoenix:
So, this is the famous oil drum.
Ema:
Well, no time like the present! I'll try to kick it over myself! Hii-yah! ......
Phoenix:
Th-that's okay. Don't cry. (That Lana Skye must be a powerful woman...)
Examine (right side)
Car
Ema:
That's about as red as a sports car can get.
Phoenix:
Yup, it's pretty red alright. (The body was found in Edgeworth's car trunk... And the lock on the trunk was broken too... So, the question is why did Ms. Skye chose his car?)
Ema:
So, what model car is it?
Phoenix:
... I think it was called a "Sedan" or a "Coupe." Something like that.
Ema:
Those are car types, Mr. Wright. Not models. You're a guy, aren't you, Mr. Wright? Your supposed to know these things!
Phoenix:
(Maybe it is about time I got my driver's license...)
Trunk
Ema:
That's where we found that note.
Phoenix:
"2/21 SL-9"... The SL-9 Incident.
Ema:
A case that was due for transferal the day of the murder.
Phoenix:
(And the detective in charge of the case was the victim.)
Ema:
I wonder what kind of case this SL-9 Incident thing was?
Phoenix:
It's kind of hard to guess just knowing the case number.
Fence
Phoenix:
"B Block" is through there. That's where visitors park.
Ema:
So... Ms. Starr climbed over this fence!?
Phoenix:
I-it seems so, yeah. (That fence is 9 feet high at least!)
Ema:
Well no time like the present! I think I'll give it a little try! Eeeek! ......
Phoenix:
I-it's okay, don't cry. (Maybe there's a Lunchland Olympics team?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Angel:
That looks like a petrified piece of provolone.
Phoenix:
Huh? I-it's not! It's my attorney's badge!
Angel:
... I'd think a petrified piece of provolone would fetch more on the open market.
Phoenix:
Look, my badge isn't up for sale. Not yet, at least.
Goodman's ID
Angel:
I had one of those up until two years ago...
Ema:
Back when you were the Cough-up Queen, right?
Phoenix:
We found this ID card here in this parking lot...
Angel:
Well, there's no mistaking that. It's definitely Goodman's.
Phoenix:
But... It's the same ID as the man who was killed at the Police Department.
Angel:
... That's impossible.
Phoenix:
(I wish I could be so sure...)
Edgeworth's Knife
Phoenix:
A body with Edgeworth's knife stuck in it was found in Edgeworth's car.
Angel:
I'd think he owes me his gratitude.
Phoenix:
Gratitude?
Angel:
Why, if I hadn't witnessed the crime...
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth would have been the suspect!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I wonder.)
Angel:
Still, it's strange. Why didn't our Chief Prosecutor have her own murder weapon ready?
Victim's Note or Switchblade Knife
Ema:
Um... What do you think about this?
Angel:
"SL-9 Incident"... On that knife... And on that note... Goodman... Goodman was the head detective on that case, you know.
Ema:
Really?
Angel:
That knife was evidence from that case... the murder weapon. It was due for transferal the very day that Goodman was killed. As I suspected... SL-9 isn't over! Not yet!
Phoenix:
Do you think you could tell us more about the SL-9 Incident?
Lana's Cell Phone
Angel:
It was when I grabbed the Chief Prosecutor on the shoulder... She dropped that phone on the pavement.
Phoenix:
That's when you heard her talking about the "muffler," right?
Angel:
Little did I know... it was a trap! The red car's muffler, and the prosecutor's red muffler!
Phoenix:
(What was Ms. Skye really trying to say, I wonder?)
Crime Photo
Angel:
If you think about it, I could have taken that picture from the guard room. But... even I get flustered sometimes.
Phoenix:
So, you went straight to the scene of the crime?
Angel:
And climbed the chain link fence in an effort to stop the murder? That's when I took this photo, yes.
Ema:
In other words... five minutes after the crime?
Angel:
Those five minutes are the whole problem... The hole in my testimony, as it were.
Ema:
The five minutes weren't the problem, Ms. Starr, you lying was the problem!
Angel:
Listen, little girl. I've had my testimony "disregarded" before... And I wasn't going to have it disregarded again! Just like that time...
Phoenix:
(That time...?)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this?
Angel:
You!
Phoenix:
Y-yes!?
Angel:
You said you wanted some hot tea, right?
Phoenix:
Uh, no, but thanks. (She didn't even look at it.)
Ema:
Mmm! You must have to brew the leaves a long time to get rich flavor like this!
Angel:
We "pre-infuse" the leaves with steam before brewing.
Ema:
I knew it! So that's the secret to their aroma! Exquisite!
Phoenix:
(The only thing I'm smelling here is wasted time...)
Examine evidence
Bottom of Luminol Testing Fluid
Phoenix:
(Someone used a marker to write their name on this.) "Ema Skye" Don't tell me you bring this with you everywhere you go.
Ema:
Well, you never know where something might go down!
Phoenix:
(Just what kind of a world do you think we live in...?)
Spray luminol
Phone
Phoenix:
This blood must be from when Lana...
Ema:
No! My sister isn't the murderer!
Phoenix:
But she did call you, didn't she? At the time of the crime?
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
And her right hand is bandaged.
Ema:
Hey! Just whose side are you on!?
Phoenix:
This has nothing to do with "taking sides." (So... This means that Lana's hand had blood on it. This just keeps getting worse...)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
February 23
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
High Prosecutor's Office
Leads to:
February 23
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Police Dept. Entrance
Leads to:
February 23
Police Department
Entrance
 
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me.
Ema:
Oh, I tried studying one of those just now. Remember what they were talking about in the trial today...?
Phoenix:
Oh, right, evidence law. So, did you learn anything?
Ema:
Well, when I tried reading it made my head hurt.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Ema:
Then, when I closed it, it slipped out of my hand and fell on my foot.
Phoenix:
(Oddly enough I find myself identifying with her on this one...)
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Mia's plant, "Charley." I've been taking care of him in Maya's absence. Huh? He looks a little yellow today...
Ema:
Oh, I watered him just now. I mixed in a lot, too.
Phoenix:
Mixed in... what?
Ema:
Why my very own scientific additive! Well, Charley? You like it?
Phoenix:
I told you, he's turning yellow!
Mia's desk
Phoenix:
Mia's desk. I sit here even less now that I've stopped taking cases.
Ema:
Uh oh! I have a history test coming up next week! I'd better study! I'm borrowing this desk, okay? Let's see... George Washington was the first king of America...
Phoenix:
(Sorry, Mia...)
Window
Phoenix:
Looks like it's cleaning day again at the hotel across the way. I hear they're planning a second branch outside the city. Egad! The bellboy was staring right at me.
Ema:
He looks wimpy, but you can tell, there's a sharp edge under that facade. That bellboy is going to be someone someday.
Phoenix:
(Wish someone would say that about me...)
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
Well... where should we begin?
Ema:
Oh, well, isn't it obvious? We should begin with that, y'know... that thing.
Phoenix:
The mystery of the victim I guess. How could one man, Detective Goodman... be killed in two places simultaneously?
Ema:
Oh, well, you see...
Phoenix:
We should go to the Police Department... the evidence room was it?
Ema:
Uh... I'm not being very useful here, am I...
Phoenix:
(No, no! You're being very... helpful.)
Any ideas
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth...
Gant:
You are becoming a thorn in my side, Worthy... There've been rumors... After all, you were in the defendant's chair just last year...!
Edgeworth:
...!
Ema:
There was that business with him not reading that officer's report...
Phoenix:
Ah, about the killing at the Police Department, right. (The Chief of Police was right about that... But I can't help but think... Someone at the Police Department doesn't like Edgeworth...)
Present
Goodman's ID
Ema:
That number was the clincher, wasn't it!
Phoenix:
5842189... It's in the record.
Ema:
The ID number of the detective killed at the Police Department that day at 5:15. But... we found this card in the parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
... (Something to think about later when I'm not so busy.)
Ema:
Don't leave me here to do all the thinking alone!
Prosecutor Trophy
Ema:
I bet you'd be pretty happy with a "King of Attorneys" shield, too, huh?
Phoenix:
We defense attorneys are a scattered, unrecognized bunch.
Ema:
Still... I wonder why the trophy shield is broken?
Phoenix:
It is pretty odd, huh? (I doubt it has anything to do with this case though...)
Edgeworth's Knife
Ema:
So... Mr. Edgeworth's knife was the murder weapon.
Phoenix:
Right... or so the witness, Ms. Starr, claims. She saw your sister stab Mr. Goodman with this knife.
Ema:
Ugh... You know, all of this is that Angel Starr's fault!
Phoenix:
She's not the one on trial here.
Ema:
Well, no, but she must have seen it wrong!
Phoenix:
Her eyesight isn't on trial here, either.
Lana's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
According to Ms. Starr's testimony... Ms. Skye used her phone right after the murder... she called you, right?
Ema:
B-but...! She hung up right away. And it was a bad connection. I couldn't hear anything.
Phoenix:
(Because it was an underground parking lot, I suppose...)
Ema:
She did say something about a "muffler"... but got cut off...
Crime Photo
Ema:
Th-this photograph... Ms. Starr must have been seeing things!
Phoenix:
And photographing things? (This proves Ms. Skye was there at the scene of the crime! She is connected to this crime somehow... but how?)
Switchblade Knife
Phoenix:
Why would this have been in the car's exhaust pipe?
Ema:
It's evidence from an old case, right?
Phoenix:
Right... the SL-9 incident. It was already solved, apparently. (This knife was stolen on the day of the evidence transferal... Maybe I should look into this "S-L9 ([sic]) Incident"...)
Luminol Testing Fluid
Ema:
This stuff is pretty expensive.
Phoenix:
You don't say. How much does it cost?
Ema:
I'd say about $10 per gram! I save up my allowance to buy it.
Phoenix:
Your allowance...? Does your sister give you that?
Ema:
Yes. We don't have parents...
Phoenix:
R-right...
Ema:
Sometimes she even gives me a bottle instead of my allowance!
Phoenix:
A bottle of luminol testing fluid...? (Man, I'd just take the allowance myself...)
February 23Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
Looks like Ms. Skye is in questioning...
Ema:
I hope the detectives aren't yelling at her... "How did you kill him in two places at the same time!" Can you imagine?
Phoenix:
How's she supposed to answer that! (Wait a second... The Chief said they'd caught the criminal at the Police Department!)
Ema:
Let's come back later!
Examine
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. One murder at the Prosecutor's Office... one at the Police Department... He must be frozen with fear thinking that he might be next...
Ema:
Don't scare the poor guy!
February 23High Prosecutor's OfficeRoom 1202
Ema:
Well, this place is certainly tidy today.
Phoenix:
And it will be tidy tomorrow, too. Incidentally, he's not here.
Ema:
I'm sure he's off doing important investigations!
Phoenix:
I hope that's what he's doing.
Ema:
...?
Phoenix:
(I guess we'll have to come back.)
Examine
Window
Ema:
Whoa! What a view! It must be nice to have an office on the 12th floor.
Phoenix:
I guess you would feel... important.
Ema:
Incidentally... Were you to jump out this window, the speed at the time of impact would be... ... Got it! Approximately 70.71 miles per hour!
Phoenix:
(That's handy to know...)
Trophy
Ema:
He won such a prestigious award. Why would he just leave it on the couch?
Phoenix:
Better this than that giant Steel Samurai. (Edgeworth has always been like that.)
Ema:
Really? Hey, I should write this down. Tell me what he was like as a kid!
Phoenix:
Back in elementary school, he won awards for all kinds of things. Speech contests, essays, playing the flute, golf tournaments...
Ema:
That doesn't exactly sound like typical elementary school stuff.
Phoenix:
But he always hated receiving awards. He'd make some smart remark like,
Edgeworth:
"I know the path I've walked. No one else needs to tell me."
Phoenix:
That's how he's always been.
Ema:
Kind of gets under your skin, doesn't it?
Spray luminol
Ground in front of desk
Ema:
What? It looks like some blood has dripped down here!
Phoenix:
Judging by the amount, my guess is it's from a nosebleed.
Ema:
A nosebleed, hm? Maybe in his wrath, Mr. Edgeworth slapped someone for their incompetence.
Phoenix:
(Why does Detective Gumshoe's face come to mind...?)
February 23Police DepartmentEntrance
Phoenix:
It's even busier here today than it was yesterday.
Ema:
The detectives are running around so fast they're blurring.
Phoenix:
(I suppose it makes sense--a detective did get killed in their own department.)
Ema:
So... the evidence room. The scene of the crime! According to the pamphlet we got at the front desk... Here it is!
Phoenix:
(She's like a kid at an amusement park.)
Ema:
Ooh, a real crime scene! Let's go take a look!
Examine
Blue Badger
Ema:
The Blue Badger is still writhing around today.
Phoenix:
Let's give him the benefit of the doubt and say he's dancing. (Speaking of "dancing"... The whole Police Department has been dancing around like crazy since yesterday...)
Ema:
Can I take out his batteries? I just can't help but feel he's going to do something naughty!
Officers
Phoenix:
Look, that patrolman is saluting the other guy. He must be a detective!
Police:
You idiot! What were you thinking!? Where's your head?
Patrolman:
S-sir, it's r-right here sir.
Ema:
... I guess he wasn't saluting, he was showing the detective where his head was.
Phoenix:
They make a good pair.
Move
Security Guard Office
Leads to:
February 23
Evidence Room Entrance
Guard Station
February 23Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Phoenix:
Wow, everyone looks deadly serious here...
Ema:
Well, there was a vicious murder of a detective in this department, after all.
Phoenix:
Yes, but the same detective was also killed at the same time in the Prosecutor's lot.
Ema:
Ugh... It makes my head hurt.
Phoenix:
Well, first things first. I want to check out the crime scene here.
Ema:
Yes, you sound "dead"-set on investigating! But don't mess up, or we could wind up... dead!
Phoenix:
I doubt anyone wants more mysteries or dead bodies around here right now. (But... it doesn't look like anyone's going to help us much, either.)
Examine
Poster
Phoenix:
A poster of a female police officer... Wait, no. That's the latest "Babes in Uniform" calendar. My bad.
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"I know! The killer used dry ice! If you put it between the latch and the door, the room could be sealed shut!" This is good! I'll win a writer's award for sure.
Phoenix:
... He's not writing a report... he's writing a novel.
Desk
Phoenix:
These are the detectives' desks. There are computers and files on each one. Funny, they're a lot tidier than I'd expect. I guess the detectives don't spend a lot of time at their desks.
Blue Badger
Phoenix:
So this is the police mascot, is it?
Chief:
The Blue Badger! The future star of the police force!
Ema:
The design's a little changed from the one outside...
Chief:
Ah, well, the Dancing Blue Badger(tm) is still under development, you see.
Ema:
You have it trademarked?
Chief:
Absolutely! It's cutting edge stuff. Very "now." I showed this doll here to my daughter and she burst into tears!
Phoenix:
(Don't show her the moving mock-up outside then, you'll give her nightmares.)
Chief
Phoenix:
That must be the Head Detective. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
Wha...!? "Detective killed in the evidence room"! "Tell no one outside the Police Department"!? Nooo! I told the old lady at the restaurant everything!
Phoenix:
(Someone's getting a demotion...)
February 23Evidence Room EntranceGuard Station
Phoenix:
What's with the decor in this place? It's very... eccentric.
Ema:
According to the pamphlet, this is the guard station for the evidence room.
Phoenix:
So, beyond that door is the evidence room... the scene of the crime?
Ema:
It sure seems that way... Oh. Ohhh...
Phoenix:
What's wrong?
Ema:
It's those cacti! They're so prickly... so imposing! It's hard to think straight.
Phoenix:
(If you can't handle the cacti, stay out of the desert...) What I want to know is, if this is a guard station, where is the guard?
Ema:
I have a feeling I know who this guard is already...
Examine
Ponchos
Ema:
There's a security guard uniform hanging there.
Phoenix:
It looks more like a costume than a uniform, honestly.
Ema:
A leather jacket, leather pants, a leather... What was that called again? A punchy? A paunchy? A pinchy? I know! A poochy! Hmm... Wait, maybe that wasn't it.
Phoenix:
(It's a "poncho," but I think I'll keep that information to myself for the time being.)
Cacti
Ema:
Yipes, that sure is prickly. It must be the real deal.
Phoenix:
I would think just one big one would be sufficient.
Ema:
This cactus... is a lot like my sister, actually.
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Skye?
Ema:
Encased in a cold, rigid shell, with thorns pointing in every direction... Just like her.
Phoenix:
... You know, I've been looking at this cactus a while now, and I don't see the resemblance.
Ema:
... It's more an attitude thing than a physical similarity.
Monitors
Phoenix:
It looks like there's a video feed from the evidence room here.
Ema:
There's a light blinking below the monitor. It says "Recording"! I bet we could use this computer to check on who went in and out of here!
Swinging door
Ema:
This swinging door makes the place look like some kind of saloon!
Phoenix:
But look, it's nailed shut. You can't get in that way.
Ema:
Of course not! If you went in through here.. The cactus would fall over. Ouch!
Phoenix:
I'd say it'd be more of an "Yeeeeaargh," myself.
Lasso
Ema:
Look, on the floor, a lasso!
Phoenix:
Hmm... looks like it's set up to trap something.
Ema:
A trap, here? Wait, I know! Maybe someone was trying to catch a wild bull in here... But the lasso missed!
Phoenix:
You sure have an active imagination.
Door
Phoenix:
The evidence room is beyond that door.
Ema:
Let's just walk in! ... It won't open.
Phoenix:
You thought it'd be open? (I think we'd need someone's permission to go in there first...)
Spray luminol
Top of large cactus
Ema:
Wow! We got a reaction!
Phoenix:
Hm. There's clearly blood around the thorns here. This room's pretty messy. Someone must have tripped over something... and planted their head right in these thorns.
Ema:
... I think that might be more painful than being murdered.
Underground Parking Lot
Talk
Today's trial
Angel:
You certainly put me in a tight spot today.
Phoenix:
My apologies, Ms. Starr, but...
Angel:
No, no, it's okay. It was my fault.
Ema:
Oh, we know.
Angel:
I witnessed everything from that security room right there. But... I was afraid that wouldn't sound convincing enough, you see... I was wrong to think that. I'm sorry.
Ema:
Sorry? You lied on the witness stand! That's unforgivable!
Angel:
... Little girl, don't forget what's important here. Even if the place I witnessed the events from was different, I still saw what I saw. I saw Chief Prosecutor Skye stab a man in cold blood, and that testimony still stands!
Ema:
Ah...
Angel:
I swear it on my honor as a detective! She stabbed Goodman!
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:
(I know this photograph has something important to tell us... but what?)
Detective Starr
Ema:
So... you were a detective, weren't you, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
Yes... It was a long time ago. Well, two years ago. No matter how hardened the criminal, when they faced me... They coughed it up.
Phoenix:
Coughed it... up?
Angel:
They confessed. They babbled like babies. You know, I may seem like a demon sometimes... But I can be an angel, too.
Phoenix:
I wouldn't doubt it.
Angel:
Every day, I dragged the dirt out of the mouths of suspect after suspect... And before long, they called me... The Cough-up Queen!
Ema:
Oh, and here I had thought someone had gotten food poisoning from your lunches.
Phoenix:
And... you were "let go"? Er... fired?
Angel:
I felt that I had found my dream job when I became an investigator... And if these prim and proper prosecutors hadn't let me go, I'd still be one today.
Angel:
It's all because of that case... The SL-9 Incident.
Phoenix:
Ess... el..? (Wait! She doesn't mean...!)
SL9 Incident (appears after Detective Starr, presenting Victim's Note or Switchblade Knife, and presenting Crime Photo)
Angel:
That's when I learned the truth. We're nothing to them. Disposable.
Ema:
Disposable?
Angel:
Two years ago... it was the biggest case I'd ever handled. The police and the prosecutors were desperate for decisive evidence.
Ema:
So... they didn't solve it?
Angel:
On the contrary. It was solved quite cleanly. The criminal was caught and executed.
Phoenix:
(E-executed...?)
Angel:
Yes, the criminal got what was coming to him. It doesn't get any cleaner than that. The only problem was... they never did find decisive evidence. Not even a little.
Phoenix:
What!? But the criminal was executed, right?
Angel:
Evidence... of a sort. Made up evidence.
Ema:
Wh-what? You mean they executed someone with fabricated evidence!?
Angel:
... The best part came several months after the trial. Every detective involved with the case was dealt with. Some were demoted to patrolmen, others found themselves out of a job...
Ema:
And... you were one of those?
Angel:
Myself, and one other person you know well.
Phoenix:
(Wait, could it be...?)
Angel:
Exactly. Officer Jake Marshall. He's on security detail in the Police Department, isn't he?
Detective Marshall (appears after SL9 Incident)
Angel:
As professional detectives, we investigated that case from every angle. Jake was particularly determined. And then... it was over. And he was demoted. However... He hasn't forgotten. And neither have I!
Phoenix:
You haven't forgotten SL-9?
Angel:
There was another side to that case, a hidden side. That's what we're after now. And no one up in their fancy offices can stop us.
Ema:
Wait! Th-those lunches you sell...
Angel:
There is only one reason I come to sell lunches in this accursed office. I come here to meet old friends... boyfriends that can help me investigate.
Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr's old boyfriends... How many does she have, anyway?)
Leads to:
"(Just when the detectives on this case have disappeared, we find new evidence...)"
Phoenix:
(Just when the detectives on this case have disappeared, we find new evidence...)
Ema:
There has to be a connection!
Angel:
So, Rookie...
Phoenix:
Wh-what!
Angel:
It seems like you're serious about investigating this case...
Phoenix:
Yes.
Angel:
Then you should take this.
Phoenix:
A... Salisbury Steak Lunch?
Angel:
I know a certain guy who might help you if you tempt him with this treat...
Steak Lunch received from Ms. Starr.
Ema:
Um, Ms. Starr...? Officer Marshall... is he your... uh, are you his...? Are you g-g-g-going out!?
Angel:
Why do you want to know?
Ema:
I was just wondering what happened to him? A long time ago, when he was helping my sister do cases, he was so nice. He got along so well with my sister, it made me jealous. And... he was nice to me too, back then.
Phoenix:
(This would be when Officer Marshall was a detective.)
Ema:
But now... now he's so cold!
Angel:
... Jake and I are merely cooperating on this investigation. We're putting the past to rest, as it were. Nothing more than that.
Ema:
I... I see. Thank you.
Phoenix:
(Officer Jake Marshall... Hmm...)
Present
Steak Lunch
Angel:
You'll give that to Jake like I asked, won't you?
Ema:
Um...! Y-you, and Officer M-Marshall, you... uh... A-a-a-a-are y-you... Are you going out!?
Angel:
... Jake and I are cooperating on an investigation, that's all. We're just putting the past to rest.
Ema:
Thank you.
Examine evidence
Steak on Steak Lunch
Ema:
Wow, my mouth is watering! I can almost hear the sound of steak frying on the grill!
Phoenix:
No doubt it's all cold and tough by now.
Ema:
No, I'm sure it's delicious! Ms. Starr poured her heart into making this!
Phoenix:
So long as she didn't put any other organs in there...
Bottom of Steak Lunch
Phoenix:
Let's see... "Ingredients: Meat"
Ema:
She must mean "beef." She probably just wrote it generically.
Phoenix:
Uh... yeah. Let's hope so.
Ema:
Of course, as a scientist I have to check what additives she used.
Phoenix:
Go to town.
Ema:
Huh? It says here... "Hours of sweat and labor."
Phoenix:
So that's why the sauce is so salty...
(Receiving Steak Lunch and visiting Security Guard Office leads to:)
Move
Police Dept. Entrance
Leads to:
February 23
Police Department
Entrance
February 23Police DepartmentEntrance
Phoenix:
(This place is charge with frantic energy, as always.)
???:
Please!!!
Ema:
Huh? Wasn't that...
Gumshoe:
One steak lunch, please! Oh, it's you.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Now's no time for chit-chat, pal. I'm a busy man! What I really need is a steak lunch from Lunchland.
Ema:
Oh... you mean one of these? Actually, it's not for sale...
Gumshoe:
......
Phoenix:
(I think I just heard the sound of his heart breaking.)
Gumshoe:
Now's no time for despair! We've caught our criminal! Now we just need evidence!
Phoenix:
The criminal... you mean...?
Gumshoe:
You heard about the stabbing in the Police Department evidence room, pal?
Phoenix:
On the same day that a detective was killed in the Prosecutor's parking lot... Another detective... was killed at the Police Department!?
Edgeworth:
And the perpetrator? Do you have a suspect?
Gant:
Well, there was a suspect. Just arrested 'em, in fact.
Gumshoe:
It's the biggest scandal to hit the station in ages! Everything's topsy-turvy.
Phoenix:
But, Detective Gumshoe, who was it?
Gumshoe:
Listen, pal, all I know is I need me a steak lunch, pronto! Standing around here talking isn't going to fill my belly!
Ema:
W-wait! Don't leave!
Gumshoe:
If you want to know more, head on down to the detention center, pal. Questioning should be over, so I figure he's down there having a good cry. Later!
Ema:
He ran off to the evidence room...
Phoenix:
Well, this investigation is off to a running start.
Examine
Officers
Phoenix:
Look, that patrolman is saluting the other guy. He must be a detective!
Police:
Answer me! How many fingers do you see!?
Patrolman:
... I-I'm sorry! I don't know!
Police:
Well, that's 20 for the left, but nowhere near that for the right... Get glasses, officer!
Ema:
... That wasn't a salute... it was an eye test!
Phoenix:
They make a good pair.
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
February 23
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
February 23Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Ema:
Still, I do feel better about things. A little. I mean, they caught the person who stabbed Detective Goodman, didn't they?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah, I guess they did. (Best to not go too far down that road right now. Things will just get confusing.)
*WHEEEEEEEEEEEEN*
Ema:
Wh-what was that!?
???:
Sir! That's what I'm saying! Me, a perpetrator? I-I-I'd say I-I-I was the perpetrated against, sir! That's what I'd say! Ah, oh, uh. Hi. Greetings, sir!
Ema:
Wait, I know who you are...
Officer:
Excuse me! But is Mr. Edgeworth, uh... anywhere on the premises? I'm here, sir, at the request of the Chief, sir! I've got your report, sir!
Ema:
Officer Meekins! So you're a guard here at the detention center?
Officer:
No, sir! I'm not, sir! I'm a little lost patrolman, like a little lost lamb, sir!
Ema:
Oh, I get it. You're here to deliver a report?
Officer:
No, sir, I, uh, how should I say this...
Phoenix:
(Wait... he isn't... is he?) You... Officer Meekins... You didn't... did you?
Officer:
Err..........
Meekins:
Perpetrator Officer Meekins reporting, sir!!!
Ema:
What...!? Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Phoenix:
(Now this is an unexpected turn of events...)
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile for the camera... Poor Officer Meekins... I think he knows he's being watched.
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. Seeing a fellow patrolman in here must make him worry about his own fate in life.
Ema:
No comments from the peanut gallery!
Talk
The day of the crime
Meekins:
Sir! I'm a patrolman with General Affairs, sir! SIR!
Phoenix:
Ow. I can hear you fine, Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
I had some business that day, sir, and so I went to the evidence room, sir... The guard office in front of the room was empty, sir!
Ema:
So, normally there's a guard at the evidence room?
Meekins:
That's right, sir! Because evidence is kept in the evidence room, sir! Now, the security officer... was none other than Officer Marshall!
Phoenix:
(M-Marshall!?)
Meekins:
Then, sir, I happened to glance at the security room monitor! That's when I saw him, sir! A suspicious person in the evidence room! A suspicious person, sir! A suspicious person! Yowwowowowowowow!!!
Phoenix:
(What the heck is this guy doing?)
Ema:
So what happened then?
Meekins:
After that, sir, I... I... everything went white! I saw red! I blacked out! And... when I came to, I was here. In the detention center.
Phoenix:
(How long were you out!? Days!?)
Ema:
Um, might I ask... what happened to your hand?
Meekins:
Sir! There was no one to bandage me, sir! So I did what I could to wrap it up, sir!
Phoenix:
(A bandage on his hand... just like Ms. Skye.)
Ema:
Yet another similarity between this case and the one at the Prosecutor's Office...
Phoenix:
First things first... tell us how you hurt your hand!
The victim
Phoenix:
Um, I don't mean to pry, but you are the perpetrator, correct? You killed Detective Bruce Goodman in the evidence room... right?
Meekins:
Sir... Please don't look at me with those sad puppy dog eyes, sir! If you have to label me as persecutor or victim, sir... Then label me victim!
Phoenix:
Um, I would, but you happen to be in detention. And alive and well at that.
Meekins:
Ah, yes, well, that's true, sir. I suppose you could say that.
Phoenix:
Did you know the victim, Detective Goodman?
Meekins:
Well, sir, if I had to label him as a "stranger" or a "total stranger"... Then I'd say he leans heavily on the "total stranger" side!
Phoenix:
So... you didn't know him?
Meekins:
Sir! I work in a tiny department, devoid of light or other creature comforts! I don't know any detectives!
Ema:
So, if he was a total stranger, why did you stab him?
Meekins:
Sir! I had n-no intention of killing him, sir! None! N-nor do I have any recollection of k-killing him, sir!
Phoenix:
(At least someone around here is more confused than I am.)
Crime details (appears after The victim and presenting Goodman's ID)
Phoenix:
Can you tell me what it is you do "remember"?
Meekins:
Well sir, you might say I'm a lost little patrolman. A lost little lamb, if you will! I didn't know Mr. Detective Goodman who was in the evidence room.
Phoenix:
And that's why you thought he looked suspicious...
Meekins:
Sir, I entered the evidence room, and asked the man to display his ID card!
Ema:
Well, that sounds pretty much by the book so far.
Meekins:
Th-that's right, sir! That's what I've been trying to tell you!
Phoenix:
So you asked Detective Goodman to show his ID card. What did he do?
Meekins:
That's the thing! Suddenly he pointed a knife at me!
Ema:
What...!?
Meekins:
Sir, I assure you I was as flustered as you are right now! So I whooped and leapt at him!
Phoenix:
(Detective Goodman pointed a knife at him?)
Meekins:
"Do unto others before they do unto you"! My father's own words, sir!
Ema:
Wh-what happened then?
Meekins:
Well... My eyes, sir... everything went white. When I awoke, I was here.
Phoenix:
(Right...)
Bandaged hand (appears after The day of the crime)
Phoenix:
And your hand... that happened when Detective Goodman was stabbed?
Meekins:
Well! You see, sir, I, er...
Ema:
Don't you think you should just confess?
Meekins:
But, sir! Sir! But! There was nothing I could do!
Phoenix:
"Nothing you could do"...?
Meekins:
Sir, to tell the truth, sir, when it happened... When the detective pointed that knife at me, I just hollered, sir! And the next thing I knew, I was unconscious!
Phoenix:
The next thing you knew you were... huh?
Meekins:
Then, when I opened my eyes... I was alone in the evidence room, sir! All alone! Alone, because... Because Detective Goodman had disappeared!!!
Ema:
What!?
Meekins:
Then when I looked down, I was gushing blood from my hand, sir! Oh, the shock! Oh, the sorrow, sir! Can you imagine how I felt?
Phoenix:
(The victim's body... disappeared...?)
Ema:
Hmm... That's some story.
Reason for arrest (appears after Crime details)
Ema:
So, Officer Meekins, why was it that they arrested you?
Phoenix:
What do you mean, Ema?
Ema:
Let's look at what we know. Now, Officer Meekins didn't know Detective Goodman... And the "victim" whom he met at the scene of the crime didn't show his ID card.
Phoenix:
In other words, we have no way of knowing if the victim was really the victim!
Ema:
And if this "body" just "disappeared" from the evidence room... We don't even know if anyone actually died!
Meekins:
That's it, sir! That! That's what I wanted to say! That is... I did say something along those lines.
Ema:
Huh? But you still ended up here...?
Meekins:
They told me that it had to be him, sir. "On that day, at that time..." Detective Goodman was definitely in the evidence room." That's what they said.
Phoenix:
But... you don't remember the events clearly?
Meekins:
No... but the video tape is quite clear.
Ema:
Huh? Video tape...?
Meekins:
From the security camera. The crime, my crime, the crime I swore to stamp out! It's there! It's me! It's on tape!
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
...
Meekins:
...
Ema:
And you wait until now to tell us this!?
Meekins:
I'm sorry, really sorry, sir! I'll hand over my badge! I don't deserve it!
Phoenix:
N-no thanks, I have my own. (Well, guess we'd better go check out the crime scene.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Officer Meekins, have a look at this.
Meekins:
... Go ahead, sir, laugh! Laugh at me, sir!
Phoenix:
Ha ha... huh?
Meekins:
I know what you want to say! You're going to tell me how she has one just like it!
Ema:
M-me? Why would I...?
Meekins:
I know, sir, I know. I'm the only one without a girl with matching badges! Nowhere! I'm alone! All alone! Is that so wrong!? Life isn't all about high school sweethearts and youthful romance, sir!
Phoenix:
(Is he talking about those badges on her coat?)
Ema:
Hmph.
Phoenix:
(I'd like to think there's a difference between my badge and a fashion accessory...)
Goodman's ID
Ema:
Um... do you think you could take a look at this?
Meekins:
... Hey! That's it, sir! That's it! That's it!!!
Ema:
That's what!?
Meekins:
My head was a blank until this very moment! But, sir, now I remember! I remember, sir!
Phoenix:
You mean you remember what happened?
Meekins:
Correct! That card, that card was the cause of it all!
Ema:
This... ID card?
Meekins:
Exactly, sir! That's exactly it! Nothing could be more exact, sir! Nothing!
Phoenix:
(I'd better pry into this one a little deeper.)
Edgeworth's Knife or Switchblade Knife
Phoenix:
Officer Meekins, this is for you!
Meekins:
Eeeek! I-I'm scared of knives, sir!
Phoenix:
It's okay, I just wanted you to take a look at it.
Meekins:
That's it, sir! Last night, sir! That's the one! I was an apple sir, in my dream, sir, and I was... I was being peeled!
Ema:
On second thought, you don't have to look at the knife.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He's overreacting to the knife, but I guess he's been through a lot.)
Crime Photo
Meekins:
Hey! Why do you have that? That's...
Phoenix:
From the day... It was taken at the Prosecutor's Office.
Ema:
The day that Detective Goodman's body was found in the trunk...
Meekins:
So this means... This means I'm a free man! Innocent! If this is a dream, sir... Then I hope I never wake up!
Phoenix:
(If this is a dream you'd better wake up right now!)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Officer Meekins, could you take a look at this?
Meekins:
I'm sorry, sir, really sorry, but I have no idea what that is. Maybe you should ask Mr. Edgeworth, sir?
Ema:
He's passing the buck, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
It takes a special kind of man to pass the buck to Edgeworth...
(Clearing "Reason for arrest" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
February 23
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
February 23Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Ema:
H-hey, Mr. Wright! Look who's standing at the Head Detective's desk!
Phoenix:
(It's Chief Gant!)
Gant:
Are you sure this is all, hmm? You know what it means if there is anything missing!
Chief:
Sir! I'm sure it's most likely totally perfect! We checked the drawers, the lockers, the garbage cans, the coat pockets... the pillowcases, behind the computer monitors, the coffee machine...
Gant:
I see. Well, if anything does turn up, you call me right away, deal?
Chief:
Y-y-y-yessir!!! We'll scour the place again, sir!
Phoenix:
(The Head Detective looks a little flustered...)
Gant:
Ah hah! Wrighto, my boy! How ya been? Swim much?
Phoenix:
Oh ho ho, Chief Gant! Reporting for duty, sir!
Ema:
Why are you saluting him, Mr. Wright!?
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"I know! The killer used a cassette tape! What a crafty trick! That gunshot was a fake!" This is good! No one will expect a cassette tape in this day and age!
Phoenix:
... He's not writing a report... he's writing a novel.
Chief
Chief:
Ooh, sorry you had to see that.
Ema:
Uh... what exactly did the Chief of Police want you to do?
Chief:
Well, see over there? That's Goodman's desk. He wanted me to check it for anything that might be a clue... They took away every last piece of garbage in the trash can.
Ema:
So, nothing belonging to Detective Goodman is still here?
Chief:
Of course not! Well, except for this.
Ema:
What!? You kept something!?
Chief:
Sure, why not? It's not important. He didn't even finish writing it! It's a lost item report but it's only half complete.
Ema:
A lost item? Did Detective Goodman lose something?
Phoenix:
The date on it is February 21. (I'll make a note of that just in case.)
Goodman's Lost Item Report added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I should probably get a quick look around the crime scene...)
Talk
Edgeworth
Phoenix:
Um... is Edgeworth going to be okay?
Gant:
Oh, Worthy? Oh, you know, they're doing a little inquiry committee with him.
Ema:
Sounds like an inquisition...!
Gant:
Yep, well, we've had no end of trouble with the boy since last year...
Phoenix:
You mean... the incident on Gourd Lake?
Gant:
It doesn't look good having one of our top people sitting in the defendant's seat. Now, you got someone else found guilty in that case, right, Wrighto?
Phoenix:
(von Karma...)
Gant:
A legend he was, undefeated in his forty year career! But in court you fixed it so he was caught for forging evidence...
Phoenix:
W-wait! I didn't do anything wrong! He did forge evidence.
Gant:
In any case, the Prosecutor's Office is in a bit of turmoil, you might say. Why, they'd do just about anything to restore their reputation. Now, depending on what that inquiry committee decides... It could be bad for Worthy.
Ema:
Wh-what!?
Evident incident
Gant:
It's downright odd, I tell you. I mean, it happened at exactly the same time!
Phoenix:
(The murder at the Prosecutor's Office...)
Ema:
Scientifically speaking, it's impossible!
Gant:
Yes, but that's what the evidence is saying. "Goodman was stabbed in two locations at the same time!" That's what it says.
Phoenix:
What evidence is this...?
Gant:
Now, now, Wrighto, I can't give away all our secrets just like that! And this in particular, well it's a little sensitive... and I can't talk about it.
Phoenix:
(I wasn't expecting much anyway.)
Gant:
You know, one thing I hate most of all is hiding stuff. Secrets. Can't stand 'em! But you know... It's a full time job just keeping the Head Detective's trap shut!
Ema:
Ah, he was the one you were picking on earlier?
Gant:
Huh? You saw that? Whoops!
Phoenix:
(I wonder what it was that he wanted the Head Detective to do?)
Ema:
Let's see if we can kind of discreetly ask him.
Permission granted (appears after Edgeworth and Evident incident, and examining Chief)
Phoenix:
Actually, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?
Gant:
Hmm? Well, I never thought the day would come when Wrighto asked me for help!
Phoenix:
I was wondering if we could investigate the evidence room?
Gant:
Now, Wrighto...
Phoenix:
A-actually, I'm sorry, I d-don't need to investigate after all!
Gant:
Wrighto, please, do I look like a selfish man?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gant:
Heck, if anyone asked me "sir, can I borrow $50?" I'd give them $50, no problem. So, go ahead! Investigate that room to your heart's content! Knock yourself out!
Ema:
It just goes to show, you never know until you ask!
Gant:
And for you, here, you can borrow this.
Ema:
Huh... hey! This is a detective's ID card, isn't it?
Gant:
That's a special card for guests, so don't lose it.
Ema:
Y-yessir! It's an honor!
Gant:
You just run along and do your best, now. Later, folks!
Leads to:
"Heh heh! It looks pretty cool on my lapel, doesn't it? Just think, a real ID!"
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
I was wondering, could you have a look at this?
Gant:
Ah, sorry, Wrighto. I'm through with that stuff. Through, I say. Go find that guy who can't seem to sit still out there. The busy one...
Ema:
The guy who can't sit still... does he mean Detective Gumshoe?
Phoenix:
Either him or the Dancing Blue Badger.
Ema:
Heh heh! It looks pretty cool on my lapel, doesn't it? Just think, a real ID!
Phoenix:
You seem... happy.
Ema:
Yes, sir! Because, sir, we get to go into the evidence room now, sir!
Phoenix:
(I think this place is a bad influence on the girl.)
Security Guard Office
Examine
(Clearing "Reason for arrest" "Talk" option leads to:)
Door
Leads to:
"The evidence room is beyond that door."
Phoenix:
The evidence room is beyond that door.
Ema:
And we have the ID card from Chief Gant! Let's just walk in! ... It won't open.
Phoenix:
Ah hah! The card reader is turned off, see?
Ema:
What is that security guard thinking?
???:
Howdy, pardners. Well, well, what's made my bambina's skies so gray?
Phoenix:
O-Officer Marshall! (Somehow, I knew...)
Marshall:
What's that "somehow I knew" look for? As you may have surmised, this here's my saloon.
Ema:
Um... we're here to investigate the crime scene.
Marshall:
... Yeehaw! That card you got there on your chest. That's better than a sheriff's badge in these parts.
Ema:
Y-yeehaw?
Marshall:
Well, what ya standin' there for? Get along, little dogies. The crime scene's a waiting!
*beep*
Phoenix:
(Looks like the card reader's on again.) While we're here, I was wondering if we could ask you some questions?
Marshall:
Sorry, cowboy, but I got no mind to tangle with you hombres.
Phoenix:
You're... busy, then?
Marshall:
Did I say that? I only said I didn't wish to speak with you.
Phoenix:
(Actually, you said you had "no mind to tangle with us hombres.")
Examine
Ponchos
Ema:
A leather jacket, leather pants, and a leather...
Marshall:
Those aren't pants, those are chaps. And that's a poncho up there.
Ema:
Ah hah! A poncho! It sure looks cool, but the name is a little silly.
Cacti
Ema:
This cactus sure is prickly. It must be real.
Marshall:
Best keep your distance from Billy there. You're liable to get hurt.
Phoenix:
Billy... The cactus has a name?
Ema:
Billy, you're wearing your cowboy hat on your hand.
Marshall:
Ah, my rawhide cow skin 10-gallon hat! I just picked that up, but Billy took a fancy to it.
Phoenix:
(Looks like it got stuck on the thorns and he couldn't get it off.)
Monitors
Ema:
You sure have a lot of monitors in here!
Marshall:
There's eight cameras in the evidence room in all. One for each section.
Ema:
Which monitor shows the section where the crime took place?
Marshall:
Why do cattle sit before the rains come? It's not for man to know.
Ema:
Unless you're the security guard responsible!
Swinging door
Ema:
Look at this swinging door! Just like a wild west saloon!
Marshall:
Ah... Sorry, pardner, but we're closed for the day.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Marshall:
Y'all get along home now!
Ema:
I think Officer Marshall really wanted to be a wild west bartender.
Marshall:
I always wanted to say that.
Lasso
Ema:
Look, on the floor, it's a lasso.
Phoenix:
Hmm... looks like it's set up to trap something.
Marshall:
I just roped me a steer with this here lasso.
Ema:
What!?
Marshall:
It was a' bellowing "moo, pal! moo!"
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe, I presume...)
Door
Phoenix:
The evidence room is beyond that door.
Marshall:
I turned on the card reader. Go have yourself a ball, pardners!
Ema:
And I have the ID card! A real ID card!
Phoenix:
(Let's get this investigation started already...)
Talk
Any option (before presenting Steak Lunch)
Ema:
Um, I was wondering if we could talk to you...
Marshall:
Sorry, bambina. But I'm off to roam the lands, like a tumbleweed on the wide prairie. Like a gunslinger loading his six-shooter, I say a little prayer. GRROOOOORRK
Ema:
What was that all about, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I think he was just too hungry to talk.
Ema:
You're just saying that because his stomach was growling! You have no idea what he was talking about either!
Phoenix:
(Well, in any case, we need to get cracking on this investigation, pronto!)
Guard office (after presenting Steak Lunch)
Ema:
Officer Marshall, you're in charge of security for the evidence room, right?
Marshall:
You got good eyes, pardner. It's an easy job, and I'm grateful for it.
Phoenix:
Actually, Officer Meekins at the detention center told us.
Marshall:
Ah, that poor little dogie? Poor guy, I keep getting his name wrong and calling him "Meekly."
Phoenix:
He told us something. He said that, when the stabbing occurred... you weren't at your station.
Marshall:
... Well, maybe I shouldn't be telling you this... But since I got demoted from detective two years ago... Well, it might not look it, but I lost my fire for the job, you know?
Ema:
So... what were you doing around 5:15 when the murder took place?
Marshall:
Well... I reckon I was galloping down the highway on the back of my steed, Zippy.
Ema:
Note: he was riding down the highway on his horse named "Zippy."
Marshall:
There's no need for people here, anyhow. These newfangled machines do a bang-up job of keeping an eye on the place.
Phoenix:
You mean the security camera system?
Marshall:
I don't take to machines much. Kinda like that stewed broccoli they sneak in next to your steak, you know?
Marshall (after presenting Steak Lunch)
Ema:
Ms. Starr told us something... She said that you were a detective until two years ago.
Marshall:
It was always my dream to be a rawhide wrangler on the scene of the crime... That's all gone now... Like a drinking hole in a prairie fire.
Ema:
You're still investigating the SL-9 Incident with Ms. Starr, aren't you?
Marshall:
That was my case... It's all "solved" on the record books. But it smells like a bad game of poker. I can't let it go... That's all there is to it.
Ema:
What kind of case was it, anyway? We've heard the name so many times, but no one tells us what actually happened.
Marshall:
... There are some things you're better off not knowing, Bambina. Anyway, that case is officially dead as of two days ago.
Phoenix:
Two days ago... the day of our case!
Marshall:
That's right... The evidence transferals.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth was talking about the transferals, too.)
Security system (appears after Guard office)
Marshall:
I know what maybe two of the machines in here do.
Ema:
O-only two of them? There must be a dozen!
Marshall:
Like I said, bambina, Me and machines, well... I like them about as much as I like stewed cauliflower with my steaks. The easiest ones to understand are these here security cameras.
Phoenix:
(Those are the ones that Officer Meekins mentioned.)
Marshall:
If nothing happens, the tapes are automatically erased every few hours.
Ema:
And Officer Meekins and Detective Goodman, are they on one of those tapes?
Marshall:
I reckon they might be.
Phoenix:
(You're the security guard and you "reckon"!?)
Marshall:
One more thing. When you go into the evidence room... You need an ID card.
Phoenix:
(Thus the card reader by the door.)
Marshall:
The card reader leaves a record of every ID card passed through.
Phoenix:
(So this is the ID card record...)
Ema:
Hey! I've seen that somewhere before!
Marshall:
Sorry, Bambina. I can't show you more than that.
Ema:
Huh?
Marshall:
I haven't heard whether this is related to the case, yet.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! I saw a number on that record just now! I've seen that number before!
Phoenix:
(Maybe there's some way I can prove that record is tied to the stabbing.)
Transferal (appears after Marshall)
Phoenix:
Sorry, but could you explain what this whole "transferal" thing is about?
Marshall:
We keep only evidence from solved cases in this room. They're kept here under the presiding detective's supervision for two years. So we can re-investigate them if it turns out there was a mistake, see?
Phoenix:
So, what happens to the evidence after two years?
Marshall:
It goes to sleep forever in the underground vault at the Police Station. That's what we call "transferal." We do it every February.
Ema:
I see now...
Marshall:
"Transferal" is like a funeral for old cases. Two years after a case is solved... it's closed forever. Dead. Never to be reopened again. Never to be reinvestigated.
Phoenix:
(And that happened to SL-9 two days ago...)
Present
Goodman's ID (after Security system)
Ema:
See this? This is the victim's ID card.
Marshall:
Ah, the one that was on the ground in the parking lot?
Phoenix:
The number on this is... "5842189."
Ema:
Officer Marshall! Show us the ID number on that ID card record! Look, the fourth number! It's a perfect match!
Phoenix:
It was used at... 5:14. Right before the stabbing!
Marshall:
What's more, there's only one of them cards in the world!
Ema:
So, when the incident occurred, Detective Goodman was in the evidence room!
Phoenix:
(But wait, what did Officer Meekins say?)
Meekins:
Sir, I entered the evidence room, and asked the man to display his ID card!
Phoenix:
So you asked Detective Goodman to show his ID card. What did he do?
Meekins:
That's the thing! Suddenly he pointed a knife at me!
Phoenix:
(If he had his ID card then... Why would he have pointed a knife at Officer Meekins?)
Marshall:
Alright, compadre, you win. I guess I can give you this ID card record.
ID Card Record added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I've got an idea... Maybe I should show this list to other people with IDs here...)
Steak Lunch
Marshall:
......... That smell... Ah! Reminds me of Texas!
Ema:
So, Officer Marshall... You're from Texas?
Marshall:
No, I just saw a special on television the other day. Is this from my baby?
Ema:
Uh, yeah, Ms. Starr...
Marshall:
Wh-what's this!?
Ema:
What? What's wrong?
Marshall:
A filet steak lunch! I see... I see!
Ema:
I don't see. I wonder what it means?
Steak Lunch given to Officer Marshall.
Marshall:
Alright, bambina. You win. Ask mmph mmph munch munch Anything mmph munch snack.
Phoenix:
(Finally, it seems like...)
Ema:
He's willing to talk!
Anything else
Marshall:
The sheriffs back in the wild west didn't place much faith in evidence. About the only thing they trusted was their shooting hand.
Ema:
Um... this is neither "Wild" nor "West" here...
Marshall:
Ah hah! But that and this are two different things entirely!
Ema:
... I... guess so? Huh? I'm lost.
Phoenix:
(Looks like we need some evidence to get anywhere with this guy.)
Move
Evidence Room
Leads to:
February 23
Evidence Room
Sector Three
February 23Evidence RoomSector Three
Phoenix:
(It's quiet... the investigation must be over here.)
Ema:
So this is the evidence room? It really is kind of like a graveyard.
Phoenix:
Graveyards are supposed to have grass and trees. This feels more like a morgue.
Ema:
N-nice try, M-Mr. Wright. Y-you can't scare me! Eeeeeeek!
Gumshoe:
Whoooooah!
Ema:
S-sorry, I thought you were a ghost!
Gumshoe:
I wouldn't recommend going around smacking ghosts on the head, pal. So, is it true what I heard?
Gant:
Wrighto, please, do I look like a selfish man? Heck, if anyone asked me "sir, can I borrow $50?" I'd give them $50, no problem. So, go ahead! Investigate that room to your heart's desire! Knock yourself out!
Phoenix:
Yeah, it's true.
Gumshoe:
So, Chief of Police Gant... will loan anyone 50 bucks? Even me!?
Ema:
Oh, so that's what you were talking about...
Gumshoe:
Actually, I was put in charge of the investigation for today.
Phoenix:
Just for today?
Ema:
Boss for a day...
Gumshoe:
But guess what!? You got permission from the Chief... So now you're boss for a day!
Phoenix:
(Gee, thanks...)
Gumshoe:
First of all, you'll want to have this.
Evidence Room Floor Plans added to the Court Record.
Examine (left side)
Door
Ema:
That's the door we just came in through.
Phoenix:
Looks like you don't need an ID card to get out.
Ema:
I wonder what would happen if Officer Marshall cut the power while we were inside?
Phoenix:
... (Let's hope he remembers we're in here.)
Junk near door
Ema:
Wow! Look at this big pile of junk in the corner!
Phoenix:
That looks like... a car door.
Ema:
There's a pair of handcuffs attached to the frame.
Phoenix:
Maybe the guy they caught was some sort of escape artist and he got away.
Ema:
Hey, that's one of those human profiles for range testing.
Phoenix:
He's been shot square in the forehead.
Ema:
Better him than us.
Locker with white cloth
Phoenix:
There's something sticking out of here.
Ema:
Looks like a shirt. I guess it must be evidence for some case.
Phoenix:
I wonder if Detective Gumshoe put this here.
Gumshoe:
There you go, pal, making me out to be some kinda slob! I'm not responsible for the evidence here. That said... I bet that evidence locker was opened recently.
Ema:
How do you know?
Gumshoe:
If you leave things hanging out like that, the evidence gets dirty or ripped. The guard checks on that kind of stuff and notifies the detective responsible. How many times have I had him breathing down my neck about some silly evidence...
Ema:
Sounds like Detective Gumshoe leaves evidence hanging out a lot, too.
Phoenix:
I bet he doesn't tuck in his shirt under that trench coat, either.
Gumshoe:
If you're going to talk behind someone's back, don't do it right in front of them, pal!
Closed lockers
Ema:
This place is stuffed with evidence... stuffed with dreams.
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure about the dreams.
Ema:
Mmph! It won't open.
Phoenix:
I guess I should have known.
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal, our security is high-tech around here!
Junk between lockers
Phoenix:
Some sort of bulky equipment is gathering dust here.
Ema:
What a sorry looking fishing pole that is.
Gumshoe:
Ah! That's my personal pole! I never did get around to using it...
Phoenix:
Wait, I've seen that somewhere before...
Gumshoe:
Right, pal. That's that metal detector! The one that led to the solving of that case out on Gourd Lake, remember?
Phoenix:
Oh, right! Wow, that feels like it was ages ago. And... hmm, I don't think I've seen this one before.
Gumshoe:
Oh, that! That's a radiolocator! I'm sure it will come in handy in solving some case sooner or later.
Phoenix:
(That cheap-looking box?)
Gumshoe:
You can't judge a person or a machine by their cover! You gotta look at their heart!
Examine (right side)
Locker with bloody handprint
Phoenix:
Wh-what's this...!? Blood!
Ema:
It's a little worn... but there's definitely a handprint here!
Phoenix:
It looks like someone tried to wipe it off.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! What if there are other bloodstains left in the room!?
Phoenix:
(We should use her testing fluid to check it out.)
Clay shards
Ema:
Wow, someone must have broken something big to make all these pieces.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, perhaps?
Gumshoe:
There you go, pal, making me out to be some kind of hooligan! That's apparently from "the" case.
Ema:
"The" case?
Gumshoe:
The SL-9 Incident, pal. See the sticker on one of the pieces there?
Phoenix:
(Another piece of SL-9 evidence...)
Check it out closer.
Leads to:
"I wonder what shape these pieces were in before whatever it was broke?"
Look for other evidence.
Phoenix:
(Let's not waste too much time with this now.)
Ema:
We can check it out later.
Phoenix:
I wonder what shape these pieces were in before whatever it was broke?
Ema:
You want to try to put it back together?
Gumshoe:
Hah! Good luck, pal. That's no job for amateurs. Why, I spent a good three hours on that before I had to give up!
Ema:
That's why I always carry around a tube of glue!
Phoenix:
(Well, this piece looks like the bottom. Let's try putting the rest in place!)
Combine available pieces
Leads to:
"H-huh?"
Back
Phoenix:
It's no use. These pieces just don't add up to anything!
Ema:
Maybe some of the pieces are missing? Let's just try to put as many of the pieces in place as we can!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I'll give it another shot later.)
Ema:
H-huh? Well, I think we did it. But some of the pieces are missing.
Gumshoe:
That only took me two minutes to do! The problem is finishing it!
Ema:
Were some pieces stolen?
Phoenix:
I bet they were missing to begin with.
Gumshoe:
Still... It doesn't look like the most stable kind of jar.
Ema:
I kind of understand how it got broken.
Unstable Jar added to the Courtroom Record.
Clay shards (after assembling Unstable Jar)
Phoenix:
If you put these pieces together, it makes a jar.
Ema:
There are two things that bother me. One: why are some of the pieces missing? Two: doesn't it seem a little unstable!? No wonder it broke!
Phoenix:
I'll make sure to remember that next time I make a jar.
Open locker
Ema:
Look, this one's open! And there's a indicator tag stuck on it still!
Gumshoe:
That locker is coded with Detective Goodman's fingerprint.
Phoenix:
(Detective Goodman's locker!)
Ema:
Are you sure it's okay to leave it open like that?
Gumshoe:
Well, it'd be hard to get it open again if we closed it.
Phoenix:
(It's empty... they must have taken the contents elsewhere.)
Rubber glove
Ema:
Someone left a glove here... but only one.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, maybe?
Gumshoe:
There you go, pal, making me out to be some kind of absent-minded detective! That's evidence from "the" case, you know.
Phoenix:
You mean SL-9? (It does have a tag on it...)
Rubber Glove added to the Court Record.
Saw and paint cans
Ema:
What is a saw and paint doing here?
Gumshoe:
Since the dawn of time... True art has always been a war against oppression.
Ema:
True art...? I noticed that there's blue and yellow paint here.
Phoenix:
Perhaps we're witnessing the birthplace of the Blue Badger?
Gumshoe:
Well... You might say this is my studio...
Phoenix:
(Here? In the evidence room!?)
Talk
Boss for a day
Ema:
So, Detective Gumshoe, you're boss for the day?
Gumshoe:
That's right! It's an honor! After all, the murder took place right here, in the Police Department!
Ema:
But, if you're boss... why are you all alone!? Where are your underlings?
Gumshoe:
... They're using our findings from yesterday's investigation to prepare for the trial.
Phoenix:
(In other words, Detective Gumshoe got kicked out of the investigation again...)
Gumshoe:
I'm adamant, though! I'm going to take control and put this case to rest! And in my own evidence locker, pal!
Phoenix:
You have a locker in here, too, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Hah hah, of course! I am a detective, after all. They gave me a locker that only I can open, pal!
Ema:
"Only you can open"...?
Edgeworth
Gumshoe:
I'll always believe in Mr. Edgeworth, no matter what happens.
Ema:
So... Mr. Edgeworth is with the inquiry committee now, right?
Gumshoe:
They're trying to figure out who's responsible for the mess-up in court today.
Phoenix:
I see...
Gumshoe:
I guess this is what you call "fate." Mr. Edgeworth just can't get away from that case...
Phoenix:
That case...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that case! The SL-9 Incident, of course! That was the beginning of the end for Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
(Maybe we can get him to tell us more about the case...)
Evidence safe (appears after Boss for a day)
Gumshoe:
This place is more high-tech than you might think. Every locker is fixed so that only one detective can open it.
Phoenix:
Using this ID card?
Gumshoe:
Well, that's the thing, pal. ID cards can be lost. Why, I'm on my third card since entering the force already.
Ema:
That sounds like a lot.
Gumshoe:
Yes, but even I can't lose my own right hand!
Ema:
"Right hand"...? Oh! You mean, your fingerprint?
Gumshoe:
Exactly, pal! The lock for each locker is coded with a fingerprint! And that's the only locker we can open.
Ema:
Funny, they look like normal lockers...
Gumshoe:
These are the latest model! There's a trick to the handles, see?
Ema:
The handles?
Gumshoe:
On the other side of the handles is a sensor, and if the wrong person touches it...
Ema:
Bzzzap! You get a shock!
Gumshoe:
If that's what happened, my hand would be black and smoking every day! In any case, the locks aren't that obvious. There's even some people in the force that don't know about the fingerprint locks!
Evidence Locker added to the Court Record.
SL9 Incident (appears after presenting Victim's note or Switchblade Knife)
Gumshoe:
Now that was a bloody, violent case.
Phoenix:
Violent... so it was a murder?
Gumshoe:
A serial killing!
Phoenix:
(A serial killing... Maybe I don't want to get involved in this after all.)
Gumshoe:
But the killer made a mistake, and Mr. Edgeworth built his case around that to nab him.
Ema:
And this was two years ago?
Gumshoe:
That put Mr. Edgeworth right in the spotlight... and started the rumor mill.
Phoenix:
Rumors... (About forged evidence?)
Gumshoe:
It was supposed to be all cleaned up with the "transferal" the other day. It was the last job he ever did... Detective Goodman, that is.
Ema:
Huh? What do you mean?
Gumshoe:
Detective Goodman was the detective in charge of the SL-9 Incident, see.
Ema:
So, so... That switchblade knife...
Phoenix:
The victim took the knife out of the evidence locker himself?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Detective... here's my attorney's badge.
Gumshoe:
You show this to me every time we meet, pal. Real men show their police badge. 'Nuff said!
Ema:
I wish had a badge... Even an ID card would be nice...
Goodman's ID
Gumshoe:
That's the victim, Detective Goodman's ID card. These days, everything's cards and secret numbers. I can never relax!
Phoenix:
That's only because you always lose your card.
Gumshoe:
I always forget my secret number, too. Scary, huh? My face should be ID enough! What's the world coming to!?
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe, rebel against the system.)
Prosecutor Trophy
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's it! That's the "King of Prosecutors" award that Mr. Edgeworth got recently!
Phoenix:
Were you at the awards ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Of course, pal! I got an award for diligence, myself.
Phoenix:
Ah... congratulations.
Ema:
I was wondering, why is the award a shield? And... why is it broken?
Gumshoe:
Oh, there's a reason. Erm... I'll tell you what it is later.
Phoenix:
(Apparently, he's forgotten.)
Edgeworth's Knife or Parking Stub
Gumshoe:
Found in Mr. Edgeworth's car, stabbed with Mr. Edgeworth's knife, huh... What would drive Chief Prosecutor Skye to do such a thing?
Ema:
...
Gumshoe:
W-wait, I didn't mean... I mean, sure, of course someone else really did it! Someone who must have, um... Someone who must have a grudge against Mr. Edgeworth!
Blue Badger Panel
Gumshoe:
This is my crowning achievement, my masterpiece, you might say. But... art is always misunderstood, pal.
Ema:
Art...?
Gumshoe:
He was dancing proudly on the day of the awards ceremony... But there were a lot of people coming and going after the ceremony... So they took the Blue Badger away for a while!
Phoenix:
Really? Why?
Gumshoe:
Oh, they said it was "shameful" or something like that. "Shameful"! I toiled night and day...
Phoenix:
(I sympathize with Detective Gumshoe... but I can see why they moved it.)
Victim's Note or Switchblade Knife
Gumshoe:
Detective Goodman's note... and that switchblade knife. I bet Edgeworth was the most surprised of anyone.
Phoenix:
Because of the SL-9 connection?
Gumshoe:
That was Mr. Edgeworth's first big case you know, two years ago. That was the first time the world knew Edgeworth was a man to be feared!
Phoenix:
But, why would evidence from that case turn up now?
Gumshoe:
I guess it's not over, pal. Maybe there are some loose ends left on that case...
Crime Photo
Gumshoe:
That's the photo that Ms. Starr took.
Phoenix:
Anything you can tell us about it?
Gumshoe:
That Ms. Starr is quite the lady. Why, I remember it was winter... I was 16. She was the only one who ever got me to talk about what happened.
Ema:
16... that's how old I am now! I wonder what happened?
Phoenix:
(I wonder if Detective Gumshoe wore a trench coat in high school, too.)
ID Card Record
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this? This is the ID card of the person who came here on the day of the stabbing.
Gumshoe:
Ah, I heard the rumors. So it was Goodman who came in here at the time of the murder... Whoooooooooah!!!
Ema:
Wh-what is it?
Gumshoe:
Th-th-th-th-th-th! That second number...
Phoenix:
It's not your ID number is it, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema:
What...?
Gumshoe:
The second number on this list... belongs to Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema:
What... Whaaaaaaaaat!?
ID Card Record updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Why would Edgeworth have come to the evidence room!?)
Evidence Locker
Gumshoe:
You can't open the lockers if your fingerprint doesn't match. If you can open it... they'll give you 50 cents!
Ema:
Note: the Police Department lacks faith in its lock system.
Gumshoe:
After all, Detective Goodman was stabbed here after opening his locker... But at the same time he was found dead over at the Prosecutor's Office!
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Allow me to say one thing, speaking as a detective. If I see a piece of evidence I know nothing about, I say nothing! Nothing!
Phoenix:
That's... fine.
Gumshoe:
You bet it's fine, pal!
Spray luminol
Locker with white cloth
Ema:
...! Why am I getting a reaction here?
Phoenix:
There's no reason for the murderer to touch this spot if he fled out the door. (This just might be something significant!)
Gumshoe:
Hey... That's some pretty amazing stuff you got there, pal!
Ema:
What, this? It's called "Luminol Testing Fluid"!
Gumshoe:
Where'd you get your hands on that!?
Ema:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
I'd like to get some too! I'll just borrow 50 bucks from the Chief!
Phoenix:
Where do you get this, Ema?
Ema:
I always buy it by mail order.
Phoenix:
(Well, I'd better jot this down on the floor plans.)
Locker with bloody handprint
Ema:
I knew it! This is someone's right handprint!
Gumshoe:
WHAAAAAAT!!?
Phoenix:
What's the matter, Detective? Th-this locker... It's mine!
Ema:
It's yours?
Gumshoe:
Please! You have to help me... When they come to take me away... Promise you'll testify that I wouldn't harm a fly! You'll do that for me, won't you, pals!?
Phoenix:
(This is an important clue! I'll jot it down on the floor plans...)
Gumshoe:
I'm counting on you guys! Believe me, you can't trust the police!
Ema:
What? But you're a detective!
Crime scene floor
Phoenix:
There must have been a massive amount of blood here. (I've never seen so much before...) I'm not a professional. What's your opinion, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Hmm... Pale blue blood... Maybe Detective Goodman... was actually an alien?
Ema:
This proves that something really happened in front of this locker.
Phoenix:
I'll make a note of it on the floor plans.
Gumshoe:
Hey! If you didn't want my opinion, you shouldn't have asked!
Examine evidence
Tag on Rubber Glove
Phoenix:
The tag says, "SL-9 11." I guess this is another piece of evidence from that case.
Ema:
You know, I never did care for the word, "tag." It's confusing.
Phoenix:
Huh? What's so confusing about that?
Ema:
Do you know how many other words sound like it? "Bag," "Gag," "Nag," "Lag," "Xag"...
Phoenix:
"Xag"...? Is that a word?
Ema:
Do you challenge me...?
Phoenix:
What, are we playing a word game now?
Bloodstain on Unstable Jar
Ema:
Hey, look here! It's hard to make out, but there's a dark red stain here.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Looks like blood.
Ema:
Do you think Detective Goodman's blood somehow got on it when he was stabbed?
Phoenix:
Not likely. This blood looks like it's been here for months, maybe longer. (This jar was evidence in the SL-9 Incident... That might be when the blood got on it.)
Bottom of Unstable Jar
Ema:
Huh? This thing doesn't have a bottom!
Phoenix:
That's weird.
Ema:
I wonder which side is "up"?
Phoenix:
Better yet... What's the purpose of a bottomless jar?
Ema:
... At least it doesn't collect dust inside, right?
(Examining rubber glove, assembling Unstable Jar, clearing all "Talk options", presenting ID Card Record, and spraying luminol on all three areas leads to:)
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal, look at the time!!
Phoenix:
Was there something you needed to be going to?
Gumshoe:
It's just that Mr. Edgeworth's inquiry committee should be letting out soon. I'm going to go give them my report for the day. It might help, you know...
Ema:
R-report? You mean the note written on the back of that flyer?
Phoenix:
The one that says nothing but "No problems"!?
Gumshoe:
Hey, it's Mr. Edgeworth we're talking about! I'm sure he can use a report like this. I believe in him!
Phoenix:
(Who needs enemies when you've got friends like Detective Gumshoe..)
Gumshoe:
I'm off, pal! Later!
Phoenix:
(I should probably see what Edgeworth has to say, too.)
Examine (left side)
Locker with white cloth
Phoenix:
A piece of white cloth is sticking out... looks like a shirt.
Ema:
You'd better tidy it up or it will get wrinkled!
Phoenix:
Hey, don't look at me! I didn't leave it hanging out like that!
Closed lockers
Ema:
This place is stuffed with evidence... stuffed with dreams.
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure about the dreams.
Ema:
Mmph! It won't open.
Phoenix:
I guess I should have known.
Junk between lockers
Ema:
A pile of junk lies battered, worn and forsaken!
Phoenix:
Aren't you being a little dramatic? Looks like a fishing pole... and a metal detector. Not sure what this one is.
Ema:
They cast a withering gaze in our direction that screams, "dust me!"
Phoenix:
Can't junk just be plain old junk?
Examine (right side)
Open locker
Ema:
Detective Goodman's evidence locker. It's empty.
Phoenix:
Only Detective Goodman himself can open this locker.
Ema:
So, the person who took out this knife had to have been Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
(And why was it wrapped in the "scarf" muffler stuck inside the "car" muffler?)
Rubber glove
Ema:
That yellow crime scene tape! You know, yesterday was my first time seeing that! It was always my dream to push through the crowd and just step over the tape! It's a little daunting to encounter it again so soon!
Phoenix:
(I think maybe you're overreacting a little...)
Saw and paint cans
Ema:
There's blue and yellow paint here. This is all I'd need to paint a portrait of you, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I am wearing a red necktie, you know...
Underground Parking Lot
Move
High Prosecutor's Office
Leads to:
February 23
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
February 23High Prosecutor's OfficeRoom 1202
Bellboy:
Ah, guests! My apologies.
Phoenix:
Oh! It's you!
Bellboy:
Have we met somewhere...?
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Bellboy:
Mr. Edgeworth! I beg your leave. So long!
Phoenix:
(Is Edgeworth here...?)
Ema:
There, standing by the window, a teacup in his hand!
Edgeworth:
Ah, it's you.
Phoenix:
(He has the hotel bring him tea service!?)
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth... you're back from the District Prosecutor's Office inquiry?
Edgeworth:
Precisely.
Phoenix:
By the way, Detective Gumshoe was looking for you.
Edgeworth:
Oh yes... He brought me some information, it seems.
Ema:
Really? Was it helpful?
Edgeworth:
Apparently, a new French restaurant is opening near here. I think he was trying to console me, somehow.
Phoenix:
(Er, I think the report is on the other side, Edgeworth...)
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth... I think this whole thing is really taking a toll on him.
Talk
Inquiry committee
Phoenix:
So, how did the inquiry committee go?
Edgeworth:
Actually, they decided to treat this not as a case of concealing evidence... But as a communications error during the investigation.
Ema:
"Concealing evidence"...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Apparently, there are some who believe... that I concealed evidence. They gave me a warning. "You were lucky this time... again."
Phoenix:
"Again"...?
Edgeworth:
I've heard them say that so many times. Ever since that case two years ago...
Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix:
Are you okay for the trial tomorrow?
Edgeworth:
Well, I'm still the presiding prosecuting attorney. However...
Phoenix:
Something happened?
Edgeworth:
They gave control of the investigation over to the Police Department.
Ema:
The Police Department!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Any further investigation for this case will be directed by the Chief of Police Gant. I can do nothing but wait for his results...
Phoenix:
I... see.
Edgeworth:
Why, I ask you? Why!? All along, I've done only what I believe is right. I have nothing to be ashamed of! But still...
Phoenix:
(Wow, I've never seen him this out of sorts...)
Allegations of forgery (appears after presenting Victim's Note or Switchblade Knife)
Edgeworth:
The SL-9 Incident was a heinous serial killing case. The head of investigation was the Deputy Chief of Police at the time... Damon Gant.
Phoenix:
(That wacky old coot was involved in the case two years ago too then...)
Edgeworth:
He was the best we had, and it was my first time working with him... I was nervous.
Ema:
Wow, you get nervous, too, Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
(What I want to know is why was a Deputy Chief of Police on the investigation?)
Edgeworth:
In truth, I used slightly more... extreme methods than normal. We were dealing with a vicious murderer. If I let him go, the blood would be on my hands. We won our guilty verdict, and the killer was executed.
Phoenix:
Wait, you didn't...
Edgeworth:
Of course not! I didn't touch the evidence. Yes, I will do anything in my power to win a trial. However... I do have a code, and I follow it faithfully.
Present
Victim's Note or Switchblade Knife
Edgeworth:
... I know you. You've probably got a hold of some information already, right?
Phoenix:
It all has to do with that case you were on... the SL-9 Incident. And some "dark suspicion" you were wrapped up in.
Edgeworth:
You are the man who revived the worst memory of my life, as I recall. I figured I'd be telling you about this sooner or later.
Phoenix:
(A bad memory... he's talking about the murder in the elevator...) Okay, Edgeworth. Why don't you tell me about it. Tell me the truth.
ID Card Record
Phoenix:
Oh, right! I'd better check this now...
Edgeworth:
As I was saying, I... ! What's this? A record of ID card usage?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth, you went into the evidence room that day, didn't you? Just before the incident occurred, no less.
Edgeworth:
Yes, that's true.
Ema:
W-why, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Please don't look at me like that. I was asked to go. By Chief Gant no less.
Ema:
The Chief of Police...?
Edgeworth:
He wanted evidence for a case that wrapped up half a year ago. He told me he wanted me to keep it here in the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
But... it was solved, right? It would have to be if the evidence was already filed...
Edgeworth:
The Chief is never one to explain himself. In any case, on the day of the stabbings, I brought this back here.
Ema:
Can I ask what kind of case it was?
Edgeworth:
I... can't say. It really has nothing to do with the current case.
Phoenix:
(Now I'm curious about this other case. I'd better make a note of it.)
Unrelated evidence: Screwdriver added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
Stubborn as always. I told you this has nothing to do with the current case.
Anything else
Edgeworth:
... Wright, please. I'm the prosecutor on this case! You don't expect me to sit here and discuss the case with you over a cup of tea!?
Phoenix:
I'll pass on the tea. Just tell me about the case...
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Mr. Edgeworth just told you "no" in a very polite manner!
Phoenix:
(Whose side are you on, anyway? Maybe if I just show him my best evidence I can get some reaction out of him.)
Examine evidence
Tag on Screwdriver
Phoenix:
The tag says, "AI-16."
Ema:
What's that got to do with anything?
Phoenix:
Nothing, apparently. At least, that's what Edgeworth said.
Ema:
Hm. That makes it seem all the more suspicious. Who knows? This might turn out to be the clue that breaks the case!
Phoenix:
Wouldn't that be nice...
(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting ID Card Record leads to:)
Edgeworth:
By the way, Ema. The Chief Prosecutor wanted to know something...
Ema:
M-my sister? What?
Edgeworth:
You still working on that scientific investigation?
Ema:
Huh? Y-yes! Of course! Why, just today Mr. Wright and I were using this...
Edgeworth:
Luminol testing fluid... Hm? Well then... You might have use for this.
Ema:
Aluminum powder for taking fingerprints!
Edgeworth:
It's been chemically treated for better adhesion.
Ema:
F-for me? Are you sure? We are the "enemy" you know.
Edgeworth:
I've no say in today's investigation... do as you will.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... I'm really--
Edgeworth:
No need to thank me. Here, take your powder and these fingerprint files for everyone involved.
Phoenix:
I, uh, th-thanks! (How about giving these to Detective Gumshoe as well!?)
Fingerprinting Set and fingerprint file received.
Ema:
Well, let's get going! One last investigation!
Phoenix:
Right! (I do seem to remember seeing a suspicious handprint somewhere...)
Security Guard Office
Move
Evidence Room
Leads to:
February 23
Evidence Room
Sector Three
February 23Evidence RoomSector Three
Phoenix:
(Our investigation turned up a suspicious handprint.)
Ema:
Here, in this blood on the detective's evidence locker.
Phoenix:
Let's use the secret weapon we just borrowed!
Ema:
Right. Let's get started! First... choose a finger.
Phoenix:
A finger...?
Ema:
Each finger leaves behind a slightly different imprint. So let's choose the finger that will have left behind the clearest print!
Phoenix:
I really can't tell the difference at a glance...
Ema:
Quit procrastinating and choose a finger!
Any bloody finger
Leads to:
"Okay. Now it's time to check for prints!"
Ema:
Okay. Now it's time to check for prints! Let me show you how it's done.
Phoenix:
(Ema's starting to get that sparkle in her eyes...)
Ema:
First, we sprinkle the aluminum powder around.
Phoenix:
Huh? How do you do that?
Ema:
Just touch the screen... See?
Phoenix:
Ah... it looks like that did the trick.
Ema:
The aluminum powder adheres completely to the print. Once the powder is well spread... just blow away the excess.
Phoenix:
Huh? How do I do that?
Ema:
You just blow With your breath. Imagine you're blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. See?
Phoenix:
Wow... that looks like fun! (It might take some getting used to though...)
Ema:
It's fine! It won't go up your nose or anything. You just pour the powder on thick, and blow away the extra! Those are the basics of fingerprinting, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(I guess I'd better give it a try...)
Obtain flat print
Leads to:
"Aha! You did it! You found one!"
Ema:
Aha! You did it! You found one!
Phoenix:
But... this looks nothing like a fingerprint.
Ema:
Hmm... now that you mention it, I guess it doesn't...
Phoenix:
What does it mean?
Ema:
It think it means... we're out of luck.
Phoenix:
Out of luck...?
Ema:
The person who left this handprint must have worn gloves.
Phoenix:
... Don't tell me we've been wasting out time here!
Ema:
Hey, calm down. That's just the way it goes sometimes with scientific investigations. But... it does seem a shame. While we're at it, why don't we look for other prints?
Phoenix:
Other prints...?
Ema:
Looking at the locker door again closely...
Ema:
it seems like there are fingerprints outside the bloody handprint as well. Let's see if we can find a clear print!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... fingerprints outside the blood...)
Top non-bloody finger
Obtain fingerprint
Leads to:
"Yay! A print so clear it's dazzling!"
Ema:
Yay! A print so clear it's dazzling!
Phoenix:
D-dazzling...?
Ema:
Anyway, this print took a lot of effort to find. Let's match it up right away!
Phoenix:
So we're not over yet? This is quite a process...
Ema:
Well, there's no point in finding a fingerprint... and not knowing who the owner is, right?
Phoenix:
(I guess she's right...)
Ema:
Look at the fingerprint data we got from Mr. Edgeworth... and point out the person you think left these prints!
Phoenix:
Huh? How am I supposed to know who it was?
Ema:
I could make a pretty good guess. The bloody handprint and the fingerprints are in different places right? That means that the prints probably don't have anything to do with our case. So, whose fingerprints would we most likely find on this evidence locker?
Compare Dick Gumshoe profile
Comparing...Comparison complete.
Match found.
Leads to:
"Ah hah!"
Compare anyone else
Comparing...Comparison complete.
No matches found.
Ema:
Hmm... no match.
Phoenix:
C'mon! How am I supposed to guess whose they are?
Ema:
Isn't it obvious? The bloody handprint and the fingerprints are in different places right? That means that the prints probably don't have anything to do with our case. They most likely belong to the owner of this evidence locker.
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
S-something wrong?
Phoenix:
I was just thinking, if you're so sure who it is, why don't you match the fingerprints?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! I was doing this for your benefit, so you'd learn!
Phoenix:
F-fine, fine! (Let me think... who could have left these prints...?)
Leads back to profile selection
Ema:
Ah hah! So these prints belonged to Detective Gumshoe!
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
Something wrong, Mr. Wright? You gave me this "so what?" look.
Phoenix:
I guess that's probably because I was thinking "so what?"
Ema:
Okay, so we came up with nothing this time, but there's always next time! Sometimes you hit, sometimes you miss! You gotta roll with the punches, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Thanks for the sympathy. (Wait... If I remember correctly... there was one other handprint in this room. Let's check it out!)
Examine
Locker with white cloth
Phoenix:
This is where we got a luminol fluid reaction, right?
Ema:
Right! There was a handprint here! Okay! Want to try using this?
Phoenix:
(There go her eyes sparkling again...)
Check for prints
Leads to:
"Okay, let's check for prints!"
Leave it be
Phoenix:
Actually, let's not check.
Ema:
What!? Why not!? Try my patience any longer and I'll dump this powder over your head!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I better check for those prints after all.)
Phoenix:
Okay, let's check for prints!
Ema:
That's the spirit! Oh! But I have to warn you about something first.
Phoenix:
What?
Ema:
The area with the blood was wiped away, right?
Phoenix:
We only ended up finding it using chemical means.
Ema:
Any prints in that area will have been wiped away too.
Phoenix:
Oh... right. So... that means no prints.
Ema:
Would you say the probability of your hypothesis is high?
Phoenix:
D-don't ask me!
Ema:
Anyway... We must try to find prints that weren't wiped away.
Phoenix:
(Prints other than the ones left by the bloody hand...)
Leftmost non-bloody finger
Obtain incomplete print
Phoenix:
Hmm... I gave it my best shot.
Ema:
That kind of result won't be any good for matching prints, will it?
Phoenix:
But it doesn't look like we'll get a clearer result from this print.
Ema:
Ok, let's try a different finger, then!
Leads back to finger selection
Second non-bloody finger from left
Obtain fingerprint
Compare Jake Marshall profile
Comparing...Comparison complete.
Match found.
Leads to:
"Hey, these fingerprints, they..."
Compare anyone else
Comparing...Comparison complete.
No matches found.
Leads back to profile selection
Phoenix:
Hey, these fingerprints, they...
Ema:
Whose are they? Whose!? Is it someone I know?
Phoenix:
It's Officer Marshall!!!
Ema:
Huh? O-Officer Jake Marshall!?
Marshall's Fingerprints added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Th-that's got to be a coincidence! He's not involved in the crime!
Phoenix:
Ema. This* ([sic]) are decidedly different from Detective Gumshoe's prints.
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:The luminol reaction. The blood and the fingerprints are in the same place.
Ema:
Oh... Oh!!!
Phoenix:
(So, we have Jake Marshall's fingerprints... on a wiped bloodstain!)
Ema:
But why would Officer Marshall...
Phoenix:
It looks like our investigation is finally turning up some results!
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:
I guess this is what you'd call "decisive evidence"!
Ema:
I... I don't believe it!
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit fingerprint checking session
Phoenix:
(I think I'd like to try one of the other fingerprints.)
Ema:
Okay, let's move on to a different finger!
Rise from the Ashes
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Part 1
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February 24, 9:41 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Ema:
So, what do you think, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I think the prosecution is as confused as we are. After all...
Lana:
the victim was murdered in two different places at the same time, and a different suspect was arrested at the other crime scene.
Ema:
Lana!
Lana:
Good morning, Mr. Wright. I apologize for yesterday. I was... indisposed.
Phoenix:
I hope they didn't hold you too long for questioning.
Lana:
We just finished, actually. I'm used to all-nighters, though.
Ema:
So, how'd it go?
Lana:
It's as Mr. Wright suspects. The police are clueless. I figured as much, so I struck a plea bargain.
Ema:
A plea bargain? What do you mean by that?
Lana:
We agreed that if I told them the truth behind this "simultaneous murder," they wouldn't seek capital punishment. That's what I mean, Ema.
Ema:
But Lana! Don't tell me you...
Lana:
Much to my regret, I'm as much in the dark about this as they are.
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye.
Lana:
Hmm?
Phoenix:
We discovered traces left by a certain person in the Police Department's evidence room. They belonged to Officer Jake Marshall.
Lana:
You found Officer Marshall's... traces?
Phoenix:
Blood-stained fingerprints, to be exact.
Lana:!
Phoenix:
That's the trump card I have up my sleeve today. You do understand what this means, don't you?
Ema:
In order to defend my sister, you're going to accuse Mr. Marshall?
Phoenix:
We have to play the cards we're dealt. Isn't that right, Ms. Skye?
Lana:
... Do what you have to do, Mr. Wright.
February 24, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 9
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is... Hmph.
Judge:
... Hmph? I'm afraid you'll have to clarify.
Edgeworth:
It takes 30 minutes by car to reach criminal affairs from the Prosecutor's Office. The victim, Bruce Goodman, was slain at both places at the same time.
Judge:
But, that's not physically possible, is it? What's more, I hear the victim from the evidence room just "disappeared"!
Ema:
Yes, and the body eventually reappeared in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth's car.
Phoenix:
(Wow... this is one messed up trial...)
Edgeworth:
One of my duties as prosecutor is to present impartial evidence. Today I will present evidence relating to the murder at the Police Department. In so doing, I believe the way in which we should proceed will reveal itself.
Ema:
Now that's what sets Mr. Edgeworth apart. He sounds so on top of things... even though he doesn't know what's going on himself!
Phoenix:
And that's supposed to be an admirable trait?
Judge:
Very well, let the trial resume. On the day of the crime, what exactly transpired at the Police Department? Mr. Edgeworth, you may call your first witness of the day to the stand.
Edgeworth:
For its first witness, the prosecution calls... the suspect of the murder that occurred at the Police Department!
Judge:
The suspect!? You mean, the so-called murderer!?
Phoenix:
(Hoo boy. Things are getting wild from the get-go.)
Edgeworth:
Will the witness please state his name and occupation.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! I am Officer Mike Meekins, sir! My occupation is, um... that would be murderer, sir!
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... Er... So you're telling us you're a "professional killer"...
Meekins:
Sir. It was me, sir! I'm the one who did it! I'll never kill anyone again, sir! You've got to believe me, sir!
Judge:
Uh... Actually, what we'd like to hear from you is...
Meekins:
Sir! I'm what you would call part of the "younger generation," sir! A person whose actions adults can't possibly comprehend!
Judge:
Please, Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Help me, sir!
Edgeworth:
Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
Y-yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Give us your report of the crime. Consider that an order.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! As you wish! After all, I am part of a generation that must be told what to do, sir!
Ema:
You can't fault him for a lack of enthusiasm.
Witness Testimony
-- Crime Report, Sir! --
Meekins:
Although it's not my normal duty, I was assigned to guard the evidence room that day!
I spotted a suspicious man on the security screen, and rushed into the room!
I was only doing what I was trained to do, sir!
I was suddenly attacked!
I fought for my life! Then I... I did it!
After that I passed out... until another officer smacked me awake!
Judge:
Hmm. So the victim, Detective Goodman, attacked you?
Meekins:
"Do unto others before they do unto you"! That's the Meekins family motto, sir!
Judge:
I see. Then you fainted, and a colleague helped you regain consciousness.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! He knocked me upside the head, sir!
Judge:
Very well. The defense may begin its cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(What I need here is more info to work with!)
Cross Examination
-- Crime Report, Sir! --
Meekins:
Although it's not my normal duty, I was assigned to guard the evidence room that day!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Meekins. You work in the General Affairs Department, do you not?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! I am in charge of hiring new recruits, sir!
Phoenix:
(Yikes! Now there's a scary thought.)
Edgeworth:
Evidence transferal was taking place on the day of the crime, which meant many officers were given special tasks not ordinarily performed.
Meekins:
I was in charge of guarding the Blue Badger, sir!
Judge:
The Blue Badger?
Meekins:
Yes, sir. The lovely police mascot created by the Head Detective, sir! I was to ensure it wasn't broken during the transferal process. That was my sole mission for the day, sir!
Judge:
I see. Sounds like a very... uh, important mission.
Meekins:
After the awards ceremony finished that day, there were so many people running around that I relocated the Blue Badger to the evidence room!
Judge:
Oh... So that's why you went to the evidence room.
Edgeworth:
Tell us... what did you see when you got there?
Meekins:
I spotted a suspicious man on the security screen, and rushed into the room!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
In order to enter the evidence room... you need an ID card, am I correct?
Meekins:
Precisely, sir! I have one right here around my neck!
Phoenix:
So then... your ID number should be listed in here, right?
Meekins:
... There it is! I found it! This is the one right here.
Judge:
Could you please read us the number?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It's "4989596." That's my number, sir!
Phoenix:
I see... Huh? But the number 4989596... is shown as being used twice!
Edgeworth:
Please explain, witness.
Meekins:
It's n-no real mystery, sir! The first time is when I relocated Blue Badger to the evidence room, and the second time is when I went to go get him after everything settled down.
Judge:
I see. So it was during that second time when?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! That was when I spotted the man on the security screen!
Data added to ID Card Record.
Meekins:
I was only doing what I was trained to do, sir! I was suddenly attacked!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you were attacked... Can you please tell us exactly what happened to you?
Meekins:
It was a knife, sir! A knife!
Judge:
Detective Goodman pulled a knife on you? What happened then?
Meekins:
Well, with me charging in on him like that, he looked as surprised as I was!
Phoenix:
(You aren't exactly the kind of person someone would want to run into...)
Meekins:
That's when I reacted, sir! I swung my arms like an octopus, struggling to detain him! That's how I got this gash on my hand.
Ema:
Maybe if you'd just kept your cool your hand wouldn't be...
Meekins:
When I saw the blood trickling down my arm, I panicked! I grabbed the man by his collar!
Meekins:
I fought for my life! Then I... I did it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What exactly do you mean when you say you, "did it"?
Meekins:
I know I don't look the type, but I'm really into kung fu films, sir! The man let his guard down for just an instant, so I snatched his knife from him!
Phoenix:
You took his knife?
Meekins:
I spun him around and performed a disarming maneuver! I made sure to close my eyes like a man!
Phoenix:
I, uh, see... (He must have been desperate.)
Meekins:
The next thing I knew, his white coat was drenched in a sea of my blood, and then... Then, the next thing I knew...
Judge:
Yes?
Meekins:
He punched me right in my face, sir!
Meekins:
After that I passed out... until another officer smacked me awake!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
About what time did you regain consciousness?
Meekins:
No offense, sir, but how am I supposed to know that? I was unconscious!
Phoenix:
Oh... right.
Edgeworth:
According to the report from the officer that woke up the witness, it was about 5:30.
Meekins:
He hit me right in the head too! I woke up crying tears of pain!
Judge:
That's nice... Er, I mean... it's nice that you recovered, that is...
Meekins:
When I came around though, I made sure to finish my mission, sir!
Phoenix:
Your "mission"...?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! The Blue Badger, sir! I returned him to the entrance before things got out of hand!
Phoenix:
(Well, we can all rest easy now...)
Ema:
This is what he was telling us yesterday.
Phoenix:
Well, we need to try and skim some more detail from him. For starters, what was an officer from the General Affairs Department doing in there in the first place?
Ema:
Right! Let's press him for all he's worth!
(Pressing all statements leads to:)
Judge:
I believe we now have a fairly accurate picture of what happened.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor. Only one thing remains unclear. Was the man this officer "murdered," really the victim?
Phoenix:
(He's got a point...)
Meekins:
Um...
Judge:
Yes, Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
With regard to that, sir... Take a look at this. It was sent to my cell. Chief Gant delivered it to me just this morning sir!
Edgeworth:
The Chief?
Phoenix:
Delivered it...?
Judge:
What is that? A... videotape?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! That's absolutely right, sir! A videotape, sir! It contains footage from the security camera in the evidence room.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What!? But I specifically asked if there was such a tape, and was told it had been mistakenly erased!
Judge:
That's quite a mistake.
Meekins:
I just do what I'm told, sir. It's the only thing I'm really good at.
Phoenix:
(Looks like communication with the Police Department is as good as ever...)
Judge:
Well then, let's have a look! Show us the video of you murdering the victim!
Meekins:
Oh... Please stop using that word, "murder," sir! It scares me!
Phoenix:
(A video of a real murder... Just what are we getting ourselves into...?) ...
Edgeworth:
...
Meekins:
...
Judge:
Well, I believe we're all thinking the same thing. How can we deal with these unsettling feelings stirred within us...?
Edgeworth:
What the hell was that wriggling piece of plywood!?
Meekins:
Sir! That is the pride and joy of the entire Criminal Affairs Department, sir! It's the Blue Badger, sir!
Phoenix:
(Why am I not surprised this isn't going smoothly?)
Security Video added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Yes, well anyway... this tape seems to prove that that the witness did indeed encounter... er, "someone" in the evidence room, and some sort of... er, "activity" did take place...
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... instead of relying on clearly incomplete footage, the witness's testimony will suffice. Is that alright with you, Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! As you wish, sir!
Witness Testimony
-- Mystery Man --
Meekins:
His face can't be clearly seen in the video,
but there's no question that the other person was Detective Goodman, sir!
I mean, he opened the locker, which required Detective Goodman's fingerprint to do!
The locker he opened is unquestionably Detective Goodman's locker, sir!
So it must be him! No one else could have unlocked it!
Judge:
What's this about a fingerprint?
Edgeworth:
Each detective has been given a locker, equipped with a fingerprint-activated lock. These locks ensure that each locker can only be opened by the detective it belongs to.
Judge:
Intriguing... That would mean... the victim at the crime scene would have to have been Detective Goodman. Very well! The defense may begin its cross-examination!
Phoenix:
(I don't know where this cross-examination will lead, but everything begins with contradictions. That's where I have to start!)
Cross Examination
-- Mystery Man --
Meekins:
His face can't be clearly seen in the video,
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Tell me, were you able to get a good look at him? At the face of the man who attacked you with a knife?
Meekins:
S-sir! If you must label people as having "seen" or "not seen" the man's face... I believe I would be classified as... the latter?
Phoenix:
The latter? But you were standing right in front of him, were you not?
Judge:
More to the point, you are the person who fought him, aren't you?
Meekins:
Oh, yes sir! But... I didn't get a clear look at his face, sir. I'm not the kind of guy who looks directly at people when talking with them, you see...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that's a good trait for a police officer...)
Meekins:
Still, I'm sure it was him! I'd bet my badge on it!
Meekins:
but there's no question that the other person was Detective Goodman, sir!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But you don't know that for sure, do you? You never actually saw Detective Goodman's face.
Meekins:
Well... I suppose you might say that. That is, if you must label people as having "seen" or "not seen" it.
Judge:
Since his face can't be identified in the video, only you can verify it.
Meekins:! W-w-why is everyone l-looking at me? If I had to label your stares as "disturbing" or...
Edgeworth:
Meekins!
Meekins:
Eek!
Edgeworth:
Having been shown a questionable video at best, we are not in the best of moods. Now please be more certain when you testify!
Meekins:
Y-y-yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
You claimed the man who brandished a knife on you was Bruce Goodman. Tell us why you are positive it was him!
Present Security Video
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
Present Unlock light above Goodman's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker or White cloth from Marshall's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Meekins:
I mean, he opened the locker, which required Detective Goodman's fingerprint to do!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
About these lockers... Is there no other way to open them?
Meekins:
No, sir! I myself tried all kinds of methods in the past! They only respond to registered fingerprints, sir!
Phoenix:
(I wonder what kind of methods he's tried...?)
Judge:
If the man opened the locker's lock, which only responds to its registered fingerprints, then he must be the person the locker was assigned to.
Meekins:
Exactly my point, sir! And this too!
Present Security Video
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
Present Unlock light above Goodman's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker or White cloth from Marshall's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Meekins:
The locker he opened is unquestionably Detective Goodman's locker, sir!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How do you know that information?
Meekins:
I've heard rumors, sir! From people in the know, sir!
Phoenix:
"People in the know"?
Meekins:
The workers in the department cafeteria, sir! They keep me informed! They also listen to my... romantic troubles, sir!
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
For the record... the opened locker did indeed belong to Detective Goodman. I verified this information through a more... reliable source.
Judge:
Hmm... So the victim opened the locker with his own fingerprint.
Present Security Video
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
Present Unlock light above Goodman's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker or White cloth from Marshall's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Meekins:
So it must be him! No one else could have unlocked it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
However, the most important detail is not shown in this video... the man's face!
Meekins:
S-sir! If I may say something, sir!
Judge:
Please do. After all, you are the one being examined.
Meekins:
I don't understand why the man's face is so important in this case, sir! I mean, it was his hand that opened the fingerprint lock... and it was his hand that tried to thrust his knife into my body, sir! My unsettled state can testify enough to this, sir! Yes, you have a point. The footage doesn't lie.
Edgeworth:
That is... unless the defense can find a problem with it?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Let's check the Court Record again!
Phoenix:
(Is there a problem with the security video?)
No problem
Phoenix:
The tape was provided by the Police Department, so there's no problem with it.
Edgeworth:
I admire your trust in the Police Department Mr. Wright.
Ema:
But if you ask me, I think there's a problem with what's shown on the tape... rather than with the actual tape itself.
There's a problem
Leads to:
"Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange."
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
Present Unlock light above Goodman's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker or White cloth from Marshall's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Present Security Video
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
Present Unlock light above Goodman's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker or White cloth from Marshall's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
Play video again
Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
Cross examine again
Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
Phoenix:
(This all sounds true enough, but the victim's body was found at the Prosecutor's Office. There has to be a mistake somewhere...)
Ema:
The real thing's so much more intense than in the movies! Here, you can use the player to watch it as much as you'd like.
Phoenix:
The security video... (Maybe I should take another look at the footage...)
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this! Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
Sir! D-do you mean me, sir?
Phoenix:
As I understand it, the locker apparatus works like this: When you grab the handle, a sensor reads your fingerprint. If the print matches the registered data, the light turns on and the lock is released.
Meekins:
A-according to my very limited experience, that's the way I understand it, sir!
Phoenix:
If so, then something is seriously wrong with this picture! When the victim reaches for the handle to open the locker... Let's rewind to a little earlier... Here! Notice the light?
Judge:
What's this!? It's... already lit!
Phoenix:
Precisely my point, Your Honor. The locker was already open before the victim grabbed the handle!
Meekins:
AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! What's the meaning of this!?
Phoenix:
It's very simple, Your Honor. The locker wasn't locked on the day of the crime!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But the locker locks are controlled by an electronic system. When a door is shut, a sensor is triggered... and the locker is automatically locked!
Judge:
Oh, I know! It must have broken down! Of course, I'm not an expert in this...
Edgeworth:
That's not likely, Your Honor. The sensor would detect and report any malfunction.
Judge:
Oh well. It just goes to show novices should keep their mouths shut. So then, Mr. Wright. Do you have an explanation?
Phoenix:
Me, Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes. Why wasn't the locker locked?
Phoenix:
Me, Your Honor? ... Yes, well. You see... This isn't exactly my field... What do you think, Miss "Scientific Investigator"?
Ema:
Huh? Oh, um... Maybe something, like, jammed the electronic system?
Phoenix:
(Something... jammed the sensor? Say... There's something else that seems out of place in this video.)
Ema:
Yeah, I thought so too! There's got to be another clue somewhere in this footage!
Judge:
Very well. Let's inspect the video once more. The locker wasn't locked... Mr. Wright. Please point out the cause for this!
Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Please watch closely. This is the continuation of the part I showed you earlier."
Present White cloth from Marshall's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Oh yes, that! I found that quite disturbing myself! Such sloppiness should not be accepted in any law enforcement agency!
Phoenix:
Uh, no Your Honour. That's not exactly what I meant...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
It seems yet again you've lost sight of the problem at hand.
Phoenix:
What?
Edgeworth:
The reason the locker was not locked. That is the one and only thing you must point out here, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
Whew... It seems I almost walked right into the defense's trap again!
Meekins:
Now I'll REALLY place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(I've got to stay focused on that locking mechanism.)
Leads back to:
"Very well. Let's inspect the video once more."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Leads back to:
"Very well. Let's inspect the video once more."
Phoenix:
Please watch closely. This is the continuation of the part I showed you earlier.
Judge:
What's this? Something white fell out of the locker!
Meekins:But sir! It's been my experience that things fall out when doors are opened! I often fall out and roll great distances when I open my car door, sir!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
We can't be sure that item was in the locker to begin with.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
The sensor triggers the lock when the door is shut... What if something was inserted, say, between the sensor and the door?
Judge:
In... Inserted...?
Phoenix:
This white thing wasn't inside the locker... It was stuck between the door and the sensor!
Meekins:
Oh, I understand now, sir! It's just like my tie! Two out of three times it gets stuck in the door when I get out of my patrol vehicle, sir! Instead of the door closing, My tie chokes me!
Judge:
But the object would have to be extremely thin to fit in the door.
Edgeworth:
Not only that, it would also have to block electrical currents... It would need to be an insulator.
Judge:
Yes, an insulator! But at the crime scene...
Phoenix:
there just might have been something that fits the description.
Meekins:
But s-sir! By "insulator," you don't mean...
Phoenix:
(I think I've finally got this figured out.)
Judge:
Very well! Will the defense please present the relevant evidence! What was this insulator that was stuck in the door?
Present Rubber Glove
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I found this near the locker: a thin rubber glove."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Behold! This was stuck in the locker door!
Edgeworth:
How about sticking your finger in instead?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
You are rather thin. It just might fit...
Phoenix:
(I think my own current's just been blocked.)
Ema:
Instead of being sarcastic, why don't you think this through again?
Phoenix:
(Something thin enough to slip in the door, yet not conductive to electricity...)
Leads back to:
"Very well! Will the defense please present the relevant evidence!"
Phoenix:
I found this near the locker: a thin rubber glove.
Judge:
But we can't be sure that was in the victim's locker.
Phoenix:
It has a tag that says, "SL-9 Incident."
Edgeworth:!
Phoenix:
The video seems to depict the victim opening the locker, but that isn't the case! The lit lamp attests to this. On the day of the crime, even I could have opened that locker! Is this not so, Officer Meekins!?
Meekins:
Sir... It would appear so, sir!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! So are we to believe then, that the "victim" whom this witness stabbed in the evidence room... was not Detective Goodman?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Do not be misled, Your Honor.
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
The defense has merely demonstrated that possibility, and nothing more. The "victim" in the video was indeed Bruce Goodman. The prosecution will offer one more testimony to prove this!
Phoenix:
What!?
Edgeworth:
Officer Meekins, please testify about this.
Meekins:
Sir! M-me, sir!? I'm not sure what you're referring too, sir...
Edgeworth:
...
Meekins:
O-oh! You mean that, sir! Of course, sir!
Phoenix:
(Is this a joke...?)
Judge:
Very well, begin your testimony!
Witness Testimony
-- Mystery Man (2) --
Meekins:
There's one other thing that proves the man was Detective Goodman, sir!
To enter the evidence room, one must use their ID card!
When an ID card is used, there's a record of it!
At the time of the crime, the detective had used his card!
Judge:
An ID card record. I see...
Edgeworth:
I have the ID card record right here, Your Honor. The ID used at 5:14... is that of the victim.
Judge:
Just before the crime, hmm? Yes, without a doubt this is the victim's ID! However, one thing does strike me as unusual... Several hundred cases should have been due for transferal. Why were there so few people using this room?
Edgeworth:
This particular evidence room is only used for storing certain special cases.
Phoenix:
"Special" cases...?
Edgeworth:
Extremely violent cases involving police staff.
Ema:
Just hearing that makes my hair stand on end!
Phoenix:
(Me too, although it doesn't make much of a difference...)
Edgeworth:
There were only a few cases up for transferal there, and most were cleared up by noon.
Judge:
Right... I see. Now, Let us move on to the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Mystery Man (2) --
Meekins:
There's one other thing that proves the man was Detective Goodman, sir!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, unlike your earlier testimony, you believe this to be rock solid, do you?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! Solid as stone, sir! If my hand wasn't wrapped in bandages... I'd even give the 'V for Victory' sign, sir!
Ema:
Couldn't he just use his right hand for that...?
Judge:
Let's hear him out. The witness can't afford to make any more mistakes.
Meekins:
To enter the evidence room, one must use their ID card!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Is that card hanging from your neck one of these ID cards?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! This card right next to my cuffs, sir! I keep it here so I won't ever forget it!
Phoenix:
But what if someone were to steal it from you, keeping it out in the open like that?
Meekins:
... Maybe I shouldn't wear it around my neck... Remember when I said two out of three times my tie gets stuck in my car door when I get out? Well, the remaining time my ID card gets stuck. Instead of the door closing, my ID card chokes me!
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should just leave this one alone...)
Edgeworth:
At any rate, each police officer has only one ID card. Both the Police Department and the Prosecutor's Office can attest to this.
Judge:
Please proceed with your testimony.
Present Goodman's ID or Goodman's Lost Item Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait one moment, Officer Meekins."
Meekins:
When an ID card is used, there's a record of it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Let it be noted that this is the record the witness referred to.
Judge:
Let me see... yes, that would be it. Detective Goodman...
Phoenix:
? (What's the matter?)
Judge:
A-according to this... Mr. Edgeworth! Your name is on here!
Edgeworth:
So it is, Your Honor.
Not that prosecutor again...
Hey, maybe he's behind all this! Being a prosecutor, he could hide the evidence!
Mommy! Is that man in blue a murderer?
Ssh! Don't stare at him!
Phoenix:
(You've got the wrong color, kid.)
Judge:
It would seem... the inquiry committee will want to speak with you again today.
Edgeworth:
I have nothing to be ashamed of regarding my actions, or their consequences. For now, let us continue with the cross-examination.
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth... It must be so difficult for him...
Present Goodman's ID or Goodman's Lost Item Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait one moment, Officer Meekins."
Meekins:
At the time of the crime, the detective had used his card!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Earlier I believe you testified that when you asked the man to show his ID card, he pulled a knife on you.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! He didn't show me any ID card, sir!
Phoenix:
Don't you think that's odd? I mean, if he had his ID card, all he had to do was show it to you. There wouldn't be any reason to draw a knife!
Meekins:
... M-maybe he just panicked?
Phoenix:
(Everything stems from contradictions. Let's point them out...)
Present Goodman's ID or Goodman's Lost Item Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait one moment, Officer Meekins."
Ema:
Mr. Wright! What do you think?
Phoenix:
I'm... confused.
Ema:
What?
Phoenix:
(The problem with this ID card testimony is far too obvious. It's not like Edgeworth to miss something like this...)
Ema:
You're thinking too hard about it. Come on, let's show them what we've got!
Phoenix:
Wait one moment, Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
I-I'm not good at waiting, sir!
Phoenix:
I have the victim's ID card right here. I found it at the crime scene.
Judge:
That makes sense.
Phoenix:
When I say, "crime scene," I'm not referring to the evidence room at the Police Department. I mean the "other" crime scene... The underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Your Honor... I have one more piece of evidence to present. It's a very important clue regarding the victim's ID card.
Judge:
A... Lost Item Report? It's only half completed,
Phoenix:
but it shows that Detective Goodman had lost "something" on the day of the crime. Something important enough to fill out this report.
Edgeworth:
Let me guess. You believe this "something" to be his ID card, right?
Phoenix:
I can't say for sure... but there is a high probability! On the day of the crime, Detective Goodman was not carrying his card!
Judge:
Order! Order! So now... what does this all mean?
Phoenix:
It can only mean one thing. It doesn't require much thought! The man Officer Meekins encountered in the evidence room... was not Detective Goodman, but rather the man who stole his ID card!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Does the prosecution have a response?
Edgeworth:
... I have only one thing to say to the defense.
Phoenix:
...?
Edgeworth:
Bravo, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
B-bravo...?
Edgeworth:
Allow me to summarize the defense's argument. At 5:15 PM on the day of the crime, the man Officer Meekins encountered in the evidence room was not Detective Goodman. There are two grounds to support this. First, the locker in the evidence room was already unlocked. Second, the victim lost his ID card. Am I correct so far, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes... (What's he up to?)
Edgeworth:
That being the case, we must inevitably arrive at a single conclusion: If the "victim" in this video is a fake... then the murder in the evidence room is also fake! In other words, the security camera does not show the instant of the murder.
Phoenix:
Uh... Th-that is... Well, I guess that's right...
Edgeworth:
Is something wrong, Mr. Wright? Only moments ago you seemed content to be pointing your finger around.
Phoenix:
This isn't good...
Edgeworth:
Well, well... It seems you've finally realized... exactly what you've gone to such lengths to prove!
Judge:
Explain yourself, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
The defense has already done the explaining for me. The victim in this video is a fake... which means a murder did not take place at the Police Department at 5:15 on the day of the crime.
Judge:
So...
Edgeworth:
So the real crime could only take place at one location: the underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office! The murderer being Ms. Lana Skye, the defendant! The evidence is compelling! A trustworthy witness... observed the moment the defendant used the murder weapon!
Phoenix:
Aaaah! (I knew that testimony was way too shabby. It was all a trap from the beginning!)
Judge:
The activity in the evidence room still leaves many questions unanswered: Who exactly was the "victim" Officer Meekins encountered? And where did this person disappear to...? However... This trial's purpose is to examine only the murder of Detective Goodman.
Edgeworth:
Just so, Your Honor.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! You have to do something, or else Lana...
Phoenix:
(What do I do? How am I supposed to get myself out of this mess?)
Object
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"One moment, Your Honor!"
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(I'd better pace myself. If I rush ahead, I might run right into another trap!)
Ema:
But Mr. Wright! If you don't do anything...
Judge:
It seems the defense is out of ammunition.
Edgeworth:
The surrender flag has been raised. Your Honor, may we have your ruling now?
Ema:
Don't give up, Mr. Wright! Get up and fight!
Phoenix:!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"One moment, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
One moment, Your Honor!
Edgeworth:
What now, Mr. Wright? Don't tell me you're objecting to what you've just proven.
Phoenix:
Of course not. But I almost walked right into the prosecution's trap!
Edgeworth:
What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
This cross-examination has proven one thing and one thing only. The security video did not show the actual murder. However! It cannot be said that it is unrelated to the murder in the parking lot. Specifically, large amounts of blood traces were found in the evidence room!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
The defense demands further examination into the truth of the matter!
Judge:
...Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
If this court were to examine this further, other witnesses will be necessary. Is the prosecution prepared?
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, Your Honor... The prosecution considered the incident at the Police Department to be unrelated. We have not prepared any other witnesses for this incident.
Phoenix:
(This just might be my chance. Time to call a certain Texas ranger to the stand!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright... Do you mean...
Phoenix:
Your Honor. The defense would like to request a specific witness.
Judge:
Oh? Whom do you have in mind?
Phoenix:
Someone we have reason to believe knows the truth... The truth behind the activities that took place in the evidence room.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution requests to hear this person's name before deciding whether or not to comply.
Judge:
Very well, then. Mr. Wright! This person whom you would have testify... What is his or her name?
Present Jake Marshall profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Officer... Jake Marshall."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, I'm not even going to bother asking you why. I've never seen a more obvious stall tactic in my entire career!
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Don't you remember what you said this morning!? You know, about your "trump card"?
Phoenix:
(That's right! Those bloody fingerprints we found in the evidence room... Now's my chance to bring him in to testify!)
Leads back to:
"Very well, then. Mr. Wright!"
Phoenix:
Officer... Jake Marshall.
Edgeworth:
Why him?
Phoenix:
(I can't let him know everything just yet...) He's in charge of the evidence room. I feel we should hear what he has to say.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution agrees to the defense's request. Since he was responsible for guarding the room, we should hear his testimony. Fortunately he works in the Police Department. We shouldn't need longer than 20 minutes to prepare.
Judge:
Very well. The court will take a 30 minute recess while the witness is subpoenaed. Will the prosecution please prepare the witness during this time?
Edgeworth:
We will, Your Honor.
Judge:
Court in recess!
February 24, 11:32 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Lana:
... There's no stopping you is there, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? What do you mean?
Lana:
You called for Jake Marshall. It seems you've figured everything out.
Phoenix:
Uh... (I haven't figured anything out...)
Ema:
Lana... You're the one who knows everything!
Lana:
Ema...
Ema:
You always know everything! Why don't you just tell us!? Mr. Wright is trying his hardest to protect you!
Lana:
I... I don't recall ever asking for his "protection."
Ema:
How can you be so cold... Don't you trust us? Don't you trust... me?
Lana:
...
Gumshoe:
Hope I'm not interrupting anything, pals.
Lana:
...
Ema:
...
Gumshoe:
Oh... Guess I am. I'll come back later.
Phoenix:
Oh, Detective Gumshoe! What is it?
Gumshoe:
You've got a lot of nerve, pal! Making a detective run all around while on duty, and to top it off you call me here... I've seen happier people at funerals!
Lana:
Sorry, Detective.
Gumshoe:
You better be, pal...Hey... Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! Hey!!!! I didn't see you there, Ms. Skye!
Lana:
That's ok. So... Have you brought what I asked?
Gumshoe:
Oh... Oh ho! Oh ho ho! Oh ho ho ho! Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho! You mean this, right!?
Lana:
My apologies, Detective. Due to my present circumstances, I was forced to use Mr. Wright's name when making my request.
Phoenix:
My name!?
Gumshoe:
Never in a million years would I have thought it was you who asked me, "Could I bother you to bring me the SL-9 Incident files?" "I'll need them by noon." Talk about crazy...
Phoenix:
The "SL-9 Incident"?
Ema:
But Lana! That's...
Lana:
I thought Mr. Wright might need them, so I had them brought here. Here. You might do well to read them.
Gumshoe:
I can't believe you, the Chief Prosecutor, were a witness in that case!
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye... was a witness?
Received file of SL-9 Incident Files.
Gumshoe:
Take it from me, you don't want anything to do with serial murders.
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
Oh, what? Now that I've brought you your stuff, you're just gonna ignore me?
Phoenix:
E-Ema! But why... Why is your name in here?
Ema:
What? My name's in there!? I don't know... Unless... No, it couldn't be... Lana! This "SL-9 Incident"... Is that...
Lana:
... That's the classification number the police filed it under. Two years ago, the rest of the world knew it as... the "Joe Darke Killings."
Ema:
The... Joe Darke... No... No, Lana! That's over with! No!!!
Phoenix:
Ema, wait! (She ran away...)
Examine evidence
Back of Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
A number is engraved on the back of the badge. I wish they'd put my name on it instead...
Identification on Goodman's ID
Phoenix:
His name and ID number is written on it. "Detective Bruce Goodman, ID# 5842189"
Bottom of Prosecutor Trophy
Phoenix:
"King of Prosecutors." The names of past recipients are etched on the plate. Manfred von Karma's name appears too... How ironic.
Blood on Edgeworth's Knife
Phoenix:
The victim Bruce Goodman's blood still remains on the blade. I wonder if Edgeworth got this knife because the handle matches his clothes...?
Front of Parking Stub
Phoenix:
"Miles Edgeworth - 17:12"... It's dated the day of the murder.
Strap on Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Come to think of it, I don't have a strap on my mobile phone at all. I hate having useless things dangling off it.
Redial button on Cell Phone
Phoenix:
The redial button. It dials the number of the last person called. The last call was to Ema. I wonder what they spoke about...?
Blood on Victim's Shoe
Phoenix:
Blood is splattered over the white enamel surface. It must be Lana's blood, form the cut on her right hand she now has bandaged.
Blood under Victim's Shoe
Phoenix:
These blood traces are from Bruce Goodman, the victim. He must have tried to run after he was stabbed.
Tag on Switchblade Knife
Phoenix:
"SL-9" is written on a small tag attached to the knife. It was the weapon used in that incident two years ago; and has known many victims.
Bottom of Luminol Testing Fluid
Phoenix:
Ema Skye is written on the side in permanent marker. She seems awfully possessive about a can of luminol.
Tag on Screwdriver
Phoenix:
"AI-16" is written on the tag. That means it has nothing to do with the current case.
Tag on Rubber Glove
Phoenix:
"SL-9 11" is written on the tag. It seems this is more evidence from that incident.
Bloodstain on Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
There's a trace of old blood on this jar. This was evidence in the SL-9 Incident... The blood must be from back then.
Bottom of Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
The jar has no bottom, so the hole goes right through. I wonder if it's really jar, or some kind of weird telescope...?
Gumshoe:
Uh, ya know what? I just remembered... I gotta be somewhere. Sorry pal, but I'm outta here!
Phoenix:
(Jake Marshall, Angel Starr, Damon Gant, Miles Edgeworth... Not to mention Lana and Ema...) Everyone involved in this case is connected to those killings two years ago... This can't be just a "coincidence."
Lana:
Knowing you, you just might be able to figure it out. Time to get back to the trial, Mr. Wright. Best of luck.
Phoenix:
(I'd better take a good look at this file...)
To be continued.
February 24, 12:14 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 9
Judge:
The court will now reconvene for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
(Ema didn't come back...)
Edgeworth:
Allow me to call the next witness to the stand: the officer in charge of guarding the evidence room on the day of the crime.
Edgeworth:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Marshall:
Me, pardner? Oh, I'm just a man, same as you, wanderin' the trails of civilization,
Edgeworth:
occasionally helping the elderly cross intersections when needed.
Judge:
Oh, I know! You're a "patrolman"!
Marshall:
As for my name, if you listen hard 'nuff, you can hear the howling wind calling it out.
Edgeworth:
To be exact, it's Jake Marshall... Your Honor.
Phoenix:
("Howling wind"...? I've never heard Edgeworth described that way before...)
Edgeworth:
Now, Mr. Marshall. Let me ask you something. You were in charge of guarding the evidence room on the day the crime took place. Is this correct?
Marshall:
According to the papers, pardner.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Marshall:
A desperado's soul is as boundless as the desert sands. No "paper" can sum it up.
Judge:
Maybe it's best we get on with this quickly. Please share with us your testimony of the day of the crime... in English!
Witness Testimony
-- Day of the Crime --
Marshall:
My job was to keep a wary eye on that bone orchard.
They said I was supposed to make rounds three times a day, but that ain't my style.
Besides, the room's protected by two security systems, anyway.
If I remember right, I was at a street-side saloon at the time it went down.
I'm just an innocent travelin' man, so if you're out of ammo it's time I hit the trail.
Judge:
I can't say I particularly care for your attitude...
Marshall:
I can't say I care for your beard, but you don't see me complainin'.
Phoenix:
Wait a minute... What do you mean by "two security systems"?
Marshall:
I mean the security cameras and the ID card reader. I reckon even a cowpoke like you knows about those.
Phoenix:
Yes, well, what about the fingerprint activated locks inside the evidence room?
Marshall:
Fingerprint activated locks? What kind of new-fangled doohickeys are those?
Phoenix:
(He's not being very helpful...)
Edgeworth:
He's not that good with machines... or with following orders.
Marshall:
Everyone's got their weaknesses, now don't they, Mr. Prosecutor?
Judge:
This one seems like trouble. Okay Mr. Wright, he's all yours.
Cross Examination
-- Day of the Crime --
Marshall:
My job was to keep a wary eye on that bone orchard.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How exactly did you "keep an eye" on the evidence room?
Marshall:
I just made sure nothing moved in the security camera monitor. That room's so still, even time dies in there. I was just a caretaker who interred the recordings.
Phoenix:
You "interred" them?
Marshall:
Videos of nothing aren't that useful. When the time would come, I'd erase the tape.
Edgeworth:
If nothing unusual is recorded, tapes are to be erased every six hours.
Marshall:
Each time I'd erase a tape, it felt like I was erasing a part of my life.
Phoenix:
(This guy has a flare for the dramatic, but it isn't going to do him any good.) So, in actuality you don't physically enter the evidence room?
Marshall:
They said I was supposed to make rounds three times a day, but that ain't my style.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But you made your rounds on the day of the crime, right?
Marshall:
Ain't you heard a word I said, pardner? I told you that ain't my style.
Phoenix:
... Um, I'm afraid I don't understand.
Marshall:
No desperado I know lets "rules" get in his way.
Phoenix:
(No desperados I know join the police force...)
Judge:
So, Officer Marshall. On the day of the crime...?
Marshall:
Just between you and me, I didn't set foot in the evidence room that day.
Judge:
There was a rubber glove stuck in the victim's locker. Do you know anything about that?
Marshall:
Sorry pardner, can't say I do. I haven't been in that crypt in weeks.
Phoenix:
(How does this guy avoid being fired...?)
Marshall:
Besides, the room's protected by two security systems, anyway.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You used to be a detective, so you've used the evidence room in the past, correct?
Marshall:
Of course. Back in the day my locker was a goldmine of evidence!
Phoenix:
And yet... you didn't know about the fingerprint locking mechanism?
Marshall:
Sorry, pardner. I ain't good with machines. I couldn't even tell you how a bike works.
Phoenix:
That's quite, uh... incredible.
Edgeworth:
The sensors on the locker handles cannot be seen. It's well known that some detectives are unaware of their presence.
Phoenix:
(Now that he mentions it, Detective Gumshoe said something like that too...)
Judge:
At any rate, it doesn't seem that this is relevant to the crime. Can you tell us what you were doing when the crime took place?
Marshall:
If I remember right, I was at a street-side saloon at the time it went down.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What were you doing in a place like that?
Marshall:
I was eating spaghetti. Not even Angel's steak lunches can beat that parlor's vongole sepia pasta.
Judge:
Do you mean to tell us... you abandoned your police duties to eat some noodles?
Marshall:
Not all desperados eat tacos, pardner.
Judge:
That's not what I meant... I hope this has at least taught you a lesson!
Phoenix:
(That's strange... This is usually where Edgeworth says, "Did you not want a raise this year?"...)
Present Marshall's Prints
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Officer Marshall. Doesn't it strike you as odd?"
Marshall:
I'm just an innocent travelin' man, so if you're out of ammo it's time I hit the trail.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Out of "ammo," officer Marshall?
Marshall:
That's right, pardner. Or as you'd call it, "evidence." If you plan to pin me to this crime, then you'd better draw. Otherwise, you're just wastin' my time. My steel horse is waitin' to carry me back west into the sunset.
Judge:
Hmm... One thing seems clear. Despite being responsible for guarding the evidence room, the witness doesn't appear to have seen anything.
Marshall:
Texans don't take orders from anyone. Everyone knows that.
Phoenix:
(Apparently your superiors don't...)
Present Marshall's Prints
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Officer Marshall. Doesn't it strike you as odd?"
Phoenix:
(Okay... I have a trump card up my sleeve, so I'd best keep my cool. Before I use it though, I'd better up the ante...)
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. Doesn't it strike you as odd? That is, you being called in to testify like this?
Marshall:
...
Phoenix:
After all, you weren't in the security room at the time of the crime.
Marshall:
And yet you dragged me down here. Explain yourself, pardner.
Phoenix:
It's quite simple. You left a very large trail behind at the scene. Or, to be exact... a handprint.
Marshall:
Hmph! Listen real good, pardner. Like I said, I'm the caretaker of that crypt. I pay my respects... that is, make my rounds, about once a month. It's only natural my fingerprints would be in there.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I only wish it were, Officer, but you see... your fingerprints were covered in blood!
Judge:
Witness! What's the meaning of this!? Your bloodstained fingerprints were at the crime scene...!?
Phoenix:
The blood was wiped away. However! A luminol test clearly revealed this! Well, Officer Marshall?
Marshall:
... It seems to me... there ain't a person in this room with a head on his shoulders.
Phoenix:!
Edgeworth:
I take it you have an explanation then, Officer Marshall? About the "bloodstained" fingerprints?
Judge:
Very well, you may begin your testimony about your fingerprints, found at the scene of the crime!
Witness Testimony
-- Bloodstained Fingerprints --
Marshall:
Like I said, it's only natural for my fingerprints to be in that evidence room.
One of them just happened to be at the same place as the bloodstained handprint.
The murderer touched the locker where my fingerprint was by chance.
The bloodstain and the fingerprint are completely unrelated.
Or didn't you know the murderer was wearing gloves?
See? I had nothing to do with it.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness's explanation appears valid, although there's room for doubt.
Marshall:
Life wouldn't be any fun without any doubt, pardner.
Judge:
The defense may now cross- examine the witness.
Phoenix:
(This guy's hiding something, I can feel it! Now's my chance to prove it.)
Cross Examination
-- Bloodstained Fingerprints --
Marshall:
Like I said, it's only natural for my fingerprints to be in that evidence room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That's because you... how did you put it... "pay your respects," once a month?
Marshall:
Yeah, that's right. That, and one more thing... That locker happens to be mine.
Judge:
What!? What do you mean?
Marshall:
I mean what I said. That's the locker I used when I was a detective... the locker I still use. All that's in there now though is a heap of broken dreams.
Phoenix:
I see...
Marshall:
It'd be strange if my prints WEREN'T all over that locker.
Phoenix:
(Apparently his fingerprint data was never changed. He must have been using the fingerprint lock without even knowing it.)
Marshall's Fingerprints updated in the Court Record.
After pressing fifth statement
Marshall:
Are you starting to get the picture, pardner?
Phoenix:
The picture...?
Marshall:
This seal of blood... in the desert, it's just food for the buzzards.
Phoenix:!
Marshall:
There's only one reality, and that's this.
Phoenix:
(The security tape...)
Marshall:
So long as my trail isn't in there... you can't say otherwise.
Judge:
This isn't getting us anywhere, Mr. Wright. Please consider carefully where you're going with this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Now then, continue your testimony, Officer Marshall.
Add statement:
"Too bad it wasn't me in that video, right, pardner?"
Marshall:
One of them just happened to be at the same place as the bloodstained handprint.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So then... What about the bloody handprint?
Marshall:
Wasn't mine. It's no mystery.
Judge:
Please explain.
Marshall:
My locker is covered with my fingerprints. It just so happened...
Marshall:
The murderer touched the locker where my fingerprint was by chance.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The chances of that happening are a million to one!
Marshall:
On the contrary, one could argue just the opposite. The chances of that not happening are a million to one! Get one thing straight, pardner. You ain't gonna get no reward for me with a mere fingerprint. You wanna know why?
Marshall:
The bloodstain and the fingerprint are completely unrelated.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Unrelated?
Marshall:
They're as different as night and day. Kinda like "cereal" an' "serial." One's got to do with breakfast while the other's a type of murder.
Judge:
He's right... although seemingly alike, they're totally different.
Phoenix:
(I don't see what homonyms have to do with this...)
Marshall:
Or didn't you know the murderer was wearing gloves?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How do you know that!?
Marshall:
I may be a loner, but I still do my job. I keep up on the reports.
Edgeworth:
There was a bloodstain at the scene, thought to be left by the murderer.
Phoenix:
That's right, it was found on Detective Gumshoe's locker.
Edgeworth:
However, no fingerprints were detected on that handprint.
Phoenix:
(Oh yeah, I think we tried that too.)
Judge:
Hmm...So that would mean... the murderer, wearing gloves, happened to place his hand on top of Officer Marshall's fingerprint.
Marshall:
That's the only logical conclusion.
After pressing first statement
Marshall:
Are you starting to get the picture, pardner?
Phoenix:
The picture...?
Marshall:
This seal of blood... in the desert, it's just food for the buzzards.
Phoenix:!
Marshall:
There's only one reality, and that's this.
Phoenix:
(The security tape...)
Marshall:
So long as my trail isn't in there... you can't say otherwise.
Judge:
This isn't getting us anywhere, Mr. Wright. Please consider carefully where you're going with this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Now then, continue your testimony, Officer Marshall.
Add statement:
"Too bad it wasn't me in that video, right, pardner?"
Marshall:
Too bad it wasn't me in that video, right, pardner?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that?
Marshall:
You want to tie me to this crime, isn't that right, pardner?
Phoenix:
...
Marshall:
If so, that video is the only direct evidence you have.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But that video is next to useless! It's full of blind spots!
Judge:
Blind spots?
Phoenix:
Places you can't see! The camera's panning back and forth, the floor isn't shown... If someone was familiar with the camera's position, he could leave the room without being caught on tape!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
We don't have time for your speculations, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright. If you can show us evidence in this video that indicates Officer Marshall was present, please do so now.
Show evidence
Leads to:
"Very well. Allow me to point out your mistake, Officer Marshall!"
No evidence in video
Phoenix:
(I might be walking right into Officer Marshall's trap. It's better to find out a little more information.)
Edgeworth:
It seems we should be moving back to the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. Officer Marshall, can you please give your testimony again?
Leads back to:
"Like I said, it's only natural for my fingerprints to be in that evidence room."
Phoenix:
Very well. Allow me to point out your mistake, Officer Marshall!
Edgeworth:
Tread carefully, Mr. Wright, or you might wind up being the one making the mistake.
Judge:
Now then, let's have another look at the video. Show us this incriminating evidence of the witness... Officer Jake Marshall!
Present White cloth from Marshall's locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Bringing our attention back to the security camera..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
There! How's that for evidence!?
Judge:
...
Marshall:
...
Edgeworth:
Please allow me to apologize for my colleague, Your Honor. He gets carried away sometimes.
Judge:
Yes, well, this certainly isn't a first.
Edgeworth:
Will you forgive him too, Officer Marshall? He's not a bad man, just a bit... disillusioned.
Marshall:
Of course. I'm not one to gun down unarmed boys.
Phoenix:
(Oh great, now Edgeworth is defending me. Guess that means I missed the mark.)
Judge:
Very well, let's get back to the cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(I can't let him squirm out of this one. I've got to find something, something decisive, to tie Officer Marshall to this crime!)
Phoenix:
Bringing our attention back to the security camera... is a mistake I'm afraid you'll soon not forget, Officer Marshall.
Marshall:
... The days are short in Texas... and so are our tempers. Could you sum up what you have to say in eight words or less?
Phoenix:
Very well. You can clearly be seen in this video!
Marshall:
Exactly eight words... Not bad, pardner.
Phoenix:
The key... lies in a certain locker shown in the video.
Judge:
See this locker that has a white cloth sticking out? This is the witness's locker.
Phoenix:
Now then, let's rewind the video a bit.
Judge:
Oh! The white cloth... it's gone! What's the meaning of this, Officer Marshall!?
Phoenix:
When the crime took place... The white cloth wasn't there. Then... it suddenly appeared! There's only one explanation: Officer Marshall! You were in the evidence room at the time of the crime! What's more, you opened your locker when the camera was turned away!
Judge:
Order! Order! It would seem that's the only-
Marshall:
Hold your horses! Sorry, pardner... but you got the wrong man.
Phoenix:
...
Marshall:
So what if my locker was opened? That doesn't mean I'm the one who opened it!
Edgeworth:
...
Marshall:
The murderer needed to hide something, so he opened a locker and stuck it in. It's not my fault he happened to choose mine!
Judge:
...
Marshall:
... Why's everyone staring at me like I'm a wanted man?
Phoenix:
(This guy isn't just playing dumb... He really doesn't know!) Uh, I hate to rain on your parade, but you're the only person who can open that particular locker.
Marshall:
Oh yeah? I call your bluff. You say I opened that locker... Now prove it!
Present Evidence Locker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A... "fingerprint" sensor?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Marshall:
... You can talk the talk alright, but you got a long ways to go before you can walk the walk!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... I think even I could prove this one.
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor... (If that's Officer Marshall's locker... Then only he can open it. I should know this!)
Marshall:
Come on, pardner. A revolver only holds five bullets. The question is, how many you got left?
Leads back to:
"You say I opened that locker... Now prove it!"
Marshall:
A... "fingerprint" sensor?
Phoenix:
We talked about this earlier today. The lockers can only be opened by the detectives they belong to.
Marshall:
W-what kinda crazy talk is this!?
Phoenix:
(Well, Detective Gumshoe did mention something about this...)
Gumshoe:
In any case, the locks aren't that obvious. There's even some people in the force that don't know about the fingerprint locks!
Phoenix:
So, sheriff! What do you have to say... in eight words or less?
Marshall:
I only got one word for you, pardner. NOOOOOO!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Witness! Explain yourself!
Marshall:
If this is a joke, it's the worst I've ever heard...
Phoenix:
I assure you this is no joke, Officer Marshall. Now then, please tell us what you were doing in the evidence room at the time of the crime?
Marshall:
...
Judge:
Olé! Please answer the question!
Phoenix:
(What is he now, a bullfighter?) That's alright, Officer Marshall. I believe we can figure the rest out from here.
Judge:
We can?
Phoenix:
Have a look at these floor plans. There is no place for someone to hide in the evidence room. Yet, Officer Meekins didn't see Officer Marshall.
Judge:
If that's so, then... where was the witness?
Edgeworth:
It seems Mr. Wright has an answer.
Phoenix:
(That's right. The only possible conclusion!)
Judge:
Well then? Let's hear it. Where was Officer Marshall at the time of the crime?
Present Victim's location
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Officer Marshall was standing right here!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall was standing right here!
Judge:
Hmm... So Officer Meekins didn't notice him standing there... That's almost as credible as Meekins's warp theory.
Marshall:
Your chamber's empty, pardner. Better reload.
Phoenix:
(Now they're ganging up on me!)
Judge:
Perhaps... You should think a little more about where Officer Marshall was.
Phoenix:
(Officer Meekins should have seen him in the evidence room. That means the only place he could have been would be...)
Leads back to:
"Well then? Let's hear it."
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall was standing right here!
Judge:
There? But that's... That's where the victim, Detective Goodman, was!
Phoenix:
Correct... unless the man wasn't Detective Goodman. I believe the "victim" in the video is... Officer Marshall! It was you, dressed up like Detective Goodman!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But that's preposterous! Officer Meekins witnessed the detective at the crime scene! Once he saw the man's face, he'd know for sure!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
May I point out though, that Officer Meekins did not know Detective Goodman. He also testified about the man's reaction when confronted.
Meekins:
When I entered the evidence room, I asked him to show his card, sir!
Phoenix:
Yes? And how did Detective Goodman respond?
Meekins:
He suddenly pulled a knife on me!
Phoenix:
Something about the Officer's story puzzled me. If the man had his ID card, why didn't he just show it?
Judge:
Yes, he would have needed it to enter the evidence room, so he must have been carrying it.
Phoenix:
The answer is simple. He couldn't show it.
Edgeworth:!
Phoenix:
As you can see, Detective Goodman's picture is on his ID card.
Judge:
Oh, I get it.
Phoenix:
If he showed that, his cover would have been blown! Officer Meekins would have realized the man wasn't Detective Goodman. Do you have anything to say to this, Officer Marshall?
Marshall:
... You've got quite an imagination, pardner. We got a term for that. It's called "circumstantial evidence."
Phoenix:
Circumstantial evidence...? (He's still denying it!)
Marshall:
You're gonna have to do better than that to break a detective. Unless you have hard evidence proving I dressed up as the victim...
Judge:
Hmm... I can't say I particularly care for your uncooperative disposition...
Marshall:
I can't say I care for your beard, but you don't see me complainin'.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Do you have any evidence? Any evidence proving beyond the shadow of a doubt that Officer Marshall dressed up as the victim?
Phoenix:
Well... (Who am I kidding? I don't have anything like that...)
Marshall:
I can see the fear in your eyes, pardner. Seems you're the one who couldn't take the desert heat!
Phoenix:
Ack! (This can't be happening! It's so obvious he's the one! What can I do...?)
Edgeworth:
... Hmph. It looks like your lack of experience has finally been exposed.
Phoenix:!
Edgeworth:
I'll pass onto you what someone told me when I was just starting out. When you've run into a wall with no place to go, return to the basics.
Phoenix:
The basics... (For me, that would be what Mia used to tell me!)
Nick! Try thinking outside of the box!
Phoenix:
(I shouldn't look for proof that Officer Marshall was in disguise... but rather I should look for evidence that came about because he was in disguise!)
Edgeworth:
Why do you think this locker was opened in the first place?
Judge:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
There's no reason for Officer Marshall to open his locker at the time of the crime. Yet he did, despite the chance that it might be discovered later as it has been.
Phoenix:
(Which means he didn't originally plan to open his locker...!)
Judge:
According to the defense's argument, Officer Jake Marshall dressed up as Detective Goodman at the time of the crime. Then, after the crime was "committed," he opened his own locker for some unknown reason.
Edgeworth:
The fact that a white "cloth" is sticking out of the locker seems to indicate that he opened it in order to put the cloth inside.
Judge:
So... just what exactly is this piece of cloth?
Phoenix:
Perhaps... Perhaps the video is the key to all our unanswered questions. (I don't have any evidence, so this video's my only shot!)
Marshall:
...
Judge:
Very well. Let's take yet another look at the security tape. After commiting the crime, the witness opened the locker to put away the white cloth. Please show us why the witness had to open his locker!
Present Blood-soaked coat
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"For some reason, you disguised yourself as Detective Goodman,"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, what do you have to say to that!?
Marshall:
Alright, pardner. You really want to know the reason I had to open my locker?
Phoenix:
Why?
Marshall:
So I could stuff you in there!
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Marshall:
I'm sure the world would be a better place with you sent off to the boneyard.
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately unsolved cases can't be stored in the evidence room.
Phoenix:
(Now I'm an "unsolved case"? Something went wrong in that evidence room... That's why Marshall had to open his locker. The accident itself is the reason! I'd better have another crack at this...)
Leads back to:
"According to the defense's argument, Officer Jake Marshall dressed up as Detective Goodman at the time of the crime."
Phoenix:
For some reason, you disguised yourself as Detective Goodman, and entered the evidence room. I don't know what that reason was... yet.
Marshall:
"Yet"?
Phoenix:
However, something unexpected happened. Officer Meekins barged in on you. When asked to show your ID card, you pulled a knife on him. However! Officer Meekins panicked, and the white coat you were wearing was soiled with blood!
Judge:
A bloody white coat...
Phoenix:
You couldn't just walk out like that, so you hid the coat in your locker.
Marshall:
... Not bad, huh "pardner"?
Judge:
Now then, Officer Marshall. Are you ready to tell us the truth?
Marshall:
Looks like I underestimated y'all. I hope you're happy now, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...
Marshall:
Two years ago... if you were only half as persistent then as you are today, we all wouldn't have to be here, now would we?
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall! Tell the court what you did... all of it.
Marshall:
Alright. It seems the time has come.
Witness Testimony
-- Marshall's Confession --
Marshall:
I had to do it that day. I couldn't just stand by and let it die.
I stole the detective's ID and dressed like him. I planned to take out the evidence.
I wasn't expecting Officer Meekins. I knocked him out...
and managed to escape. I knew which areas wouldn't be caught on the camera.
There wasn't any murder in the evidence room at 5:15.
Judge:
So the supposed "victim" was really you...
Edgeworth:
But there's one thing I still don't understand. Large quantities of blood traces were found on the floor of the evidence room. If no one was murdered, then how could that be?
Marshall:
Officer Meekins managed to cut his own hand. My guess is he's the donor.
Phoenix:
(It looked like too much blood for that...)
Cross Examination
-- Marshall's Confession --
Marshall:
I had to do it that day. I couldn't just stand by and let it die.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
When you say "it," you mean...
Marshall:
Do you even have to ask, pardner?
Phoenix:
(The SL-9 Incident...)
Edgeworth:
Two years have passed since that case was closed. It was going to completely end with the transferal that day.
Marshall:
Not if I have anything to do with it. That incident's not over!
Phoenix:
But what did you hope to accomplish by sneaking into the evidence room?
Marshall:
When a case is closed, only the detective who was in charge of it can look through the evidence. I wanted to have a look at it myself one more time... no matter what the cost. I don't care what anyone says, pardner. That case is mine.
Phoenix:
(But Officer Marshall wasn't in charge of that investigation. Why does he care so much about it?)
Marshall:
That day was my last chance. That's why I...
After pressing all other statements
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
Marshall:
I stole the detective's ID and dressed like him. I planned to take out the evidence.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you disguise yourself as Detective Goodman?
Marshall:
If I didn't make it look like Goodman was carrying out the evidence transferal... I'd be arrested for stealing evidence, which wouldn't get me anywhere.
Edgeworth:
So you did it to fool the security camera.
Judge:
And the detective's ID card?
Marshall:
I stole that the morning of the incident.
Phoenix:
(So that really was why Goodman started filling out that lost item report.)
Marshall:
I returned his ID card. I left it on the floor in the Prosecutor's Office parking lot.
Phoenix:
(The ID card I found was left there by Officer Marshall!)
Edgeworth:
So essentially... You managed to succeed despite your lack of foresight.
Marshall:
What do you mean... pardner?
Edgeworth:
I mean the fingerprint- activated lock, of course. No matter how well you disguise yourself, you can't change your fingerprints. Normally, that locker shouldn't have opened.
Phoenix:
(So it opened because a rubber glove was stuck in the door by chance...? Then Detective Goodman must have opened the locker before Officer Marshall!)
After pressing all other statements
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
Marshall:
I wasn't expecting Officer Meekins. I knocked him out...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You pulled a knife on Officer Meekins and tried to drive him off?
Marshall:
Let's just say I was a little surprised. I only planned on being in the evidence room for no more than five minutes. I didn't think anyone would actually come in during that short time.
Judge:
Officer Meekins... certainly is a one-in-a- million type of person. Mistaking a detective for an intruder and demanding to be shown his ID...
Edgeworth:
I'll have to think a little more about his raise this year...
Phoenix:
(When did Edgeworth get so much influence...?)
Marshall:
Anyway, he threw himself at me, and I ended up cutting him slightly. I'm sorry it had to turn out that way... with me knocking him out and everything.
Phoenix:
By the way, what happened to your knife?
Marshall:
Oh, you mean this one?
Phoenix:
... (I don't know what to say...)
Judge:
Hmm... So, what happened next?
After pressing all other statements
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
Marshall:
and managed to escape. I knew which areas wouldn't be caught on the camera.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you did your research beforehand.
Marshall:
Those who go into the desert unprepared don't live long, pardner. I didn't think it would make a difference though. The security tape is erased every six hours. If all had gone as planned, no footage would have been left.
Edgeworth:
However... You bloodied your coat in your struggle with Officer Meekins.
Marshall:
If someone was in the security room when I came out, the jig would have been up. I opened my locker and stashed it in there.
Phoenix:
What was Officer Meekins doing during that time?
Marshall:
What else? He was sleeping like a baby.
Judge:
So what you're saying is, on that day...
After pressing all other statements
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
Marshall:
There wasn't any murder in the evidence room at 5:15.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But the blood found at the scene certainly indicates a crime took place!
Marshall:
What are you, blind? The "victim" shown on that tape is me, and I'm not dead yet, pardner.
Edgeworth:
So, you stole the evidence from the locker?
Marshall:
Actually... no, I didn't.
Edgeworth:
Why not?
Marshall:
When I opened the locker, the evidence was already gone.
Judge:
What!? Mr. Edgeworth. Where is that evidence?
Edgeworth:
It's still missing, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(Detective Goodman's locker was already empty... Someone else stole the evidence!)
After pressing all other statements
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
Marshall:
I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But that case was solved two years ago, wasn't it?
Judge:
That's the reason the evidence was stored in the evidence room.
Edgeworth:
Joe Darke was convicted for those crimes. One thing I can say for sure, he deserved his sentence.
Judge:
I remember the Joe Darke case... It involved serial murders, didn't it?
Marshall:
I don't intend to complain about how it turned out, but there's something that still bothers me. Something went down at that trial. Something no one will talk about.
Judge:
What happened?
Marshall:
I don't know. That's what I'm trying to find out.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(Why is he so concerned with that incident? Maybe I should present him with what I think his real reason is...)
Present SL-9 Incident Files
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Officer Marshall, I think I understand."
Phoenix:
(I had a feeling we'd wind up here sooner or later... Everyone involved here is related in some way to that case... I'd better take another look at the files.)
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall, I think I understand. I think I know why you care so much about the SL-9 Incident.
Marshall:
Sounds like you've been sipping too much cactus juice, pardner.
Phoenix:
I have the SL-9 Incident file here. The name "Marshall" is mentioned in here...
Marshall:!
Phoenix:
in a list of murder victims. "Neil Marshall"... Are you related to this man?
Edgeworth:
Neil Marshall...?
Marshall:
Yeah, I'm sure you've heard the name. Two years ago... he received the same lousy prosecutor award you got.
Judge:
What!? A prosecutor...?
Phoenix:
(He must be talking about the King of Prosecutors award.)
Edgeworth:
Now I remember... Prosecutor Neil Marshall. He handled the SL-9 case before I did.
Marshall:
That's right. He was killed... and the case fell into your hands.
Judge:
But what's his relation to you...?
Marshall:
He was my brother. He was investigating the murders with Damon Gant, Chief Detective at the time. The group of detectives I was part of worked under them. We were desperate to prosecute the killer. Joe Darke... My brother fought Darke and was killed. That was the first time Darke left behind any evidence. That was all we needed. He was arraigned and incarcerated. The case was finally closed... at least, according to the public records.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Marshall:
My brother couldn't have been killed by Joe Darke. I knew my brother better than anyone... No one could have beaten him in a fight.
Edgeworth:
And that's it? That's your reason for your insane actions?
Marshall:
There's more to my brother's death than what the records say. No matter how much you try to hide it, you can't fool me.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Well... at least one thing's for certain. Now we know what happened at the Police Department on the day of the crime.
Edgeworth:
That was the last day the SL-9 case could be reopened. Not satisfied with its resolution, Officer Marshall planned to steal the evidence.
Phoenix:
Disguising himself as Detective Goodman, he entered the evidence room. Officer Meekins confronted him, so he rendered him unconscious and fled.
Edgeworth:
Yes, this mystery has finally been cleared up. No murder took place at the Police Department that day!
Phoenix:!
Edgeworth:
The things that happen by chance never cease to amaze... At exactly the same time as the murder at the Prosecutor's Office... this fake murder was going on at the Police Department.
Phoenix:
(Chance...? It's got to be more than just that...)
Judge:
So if no one was murdered at the Police Department on the day of the crime, that means the murder in the Prosecutor's Office's parking lot was the real one.
Edgeworth:
Which, in turn, means... only one person could have committed the crime: Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
B-but wait! A verdict wasn't reached in yesterday's trial!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Which is why we examined the incident at the Police Department today.
Phoenix:
But...!
Edgeworth:
There's only one reason the defendant was not convicted yesterday: there yet remained the mystery of the simultaneous murder at the Police Department.
Marshall:
It seems to me... this boy's got the draw on you, pardner.
Edgeworth:
All the mysteries at the Police Department have been uncovered. No contradictions remain. The murder took place at the Prosecutor's Office! The only suspect is Lana Skye. There were no errors in the testimony of the witness, Angel Starr! If you have a response... make it one word or less.
Phoenix:
... ARRRGHHHH!!!
Edgeworth:
I rest my case.
Judge:
It seems this trial has reached its conclusion. There's no room for doubt.
Edgeworth:
Well done, Mr. Wright. Thanks to you, I didn't need to waste my time... disproving the alleged "murder" at the Police Department.
Phoenix:
(There's no doubt what I proved today is true... The apparent murder on the security camera's tape really was fake! But I didn't realize... that would end up proving Lana guilty!)
Judge:
Now then, the time for the verdict has arrived. This court finds the defendant...
Hold it!
Ema:
Y-your Honor! Wait!
Phoenix:
Ema!
Ema:
The defense has an objection. A scientific objection! Right?
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "right?"
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Are you this girl's guardian?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Oh, uh... in a sense...
Ema:
Please, Your Honor. All I'm asking is for a minute of your time! Please hear me out! Mr. Edgeworth, please...
Edgeworth:
... I don't want to leave any loose ends. You want a minute? I'll give you three.
Ema:
I... I was kind of in shock. I mean, finding out that the SL-9 incident referred to the Joe Darke Killings!
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it... the names of both Skye sisters were in that file.)
Ema:
But that's when I figured it out. I mean, what Officer Marshall was trying to do that day... So I knew his fingerprint had nothing to do with the crime. That left only one thing... the other handprint!
Edgeworth:
You mean the traces of blood found on Detective Gumshoe's locker...
Judge:
But no fingerprints were found on it, right?
Ema:
No, but I figured if I examined it scientifically... I'd be sure to find a clue! So I ran over there and looked at it again!
Phoenix:! So did you find something?
Ema:
Um... No!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Sorry. I guess I'm not much of a scientific investigator after all.
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
Um... Is that all?
Ema:
Please don't be mad. I'm just a high school student!
Phoenix:
(And I'm just an attorney...)
Ema:
But Mr. Wright! Those traces of blood are the only clue we have! If we can't find something wrong with them... Please, Mr. Wright. You're a professional. If anyone can save Lana, it's you!
Phoenix:
Me? Oh boy...
Judge:
Time's up. Now then, Mr. Wright. With regard to the incident at the Police Department... Does any reasonable doubt remain?
Phoenix:
Um...
Edgeworth:
It appears the defense is troubled by the other blood mark. Looking at the floor plans, a handprint was discovered around here. Is there a problem with this?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! I'm sorry I can't be of more use... But still! If you can't find anything wrong with that blood mark, Lana will be...
Judge:
Please answer my question, Mr. Wright. We don't have all day.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor. (If ever I've needed to concentrate, it's now! What could be wrong with that handprint on Detective Gumshoe's locker? Could there be something I'm missing...?)
I object!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"This handprint left at the crime scene..."
There's no problem!
Phoenix:
(I've got to be honest... I don't see anything wrong with it! Still... If I give up now, Lana's going to be convicted for sure...)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"This handprint left at the crime scene..."
Phoenix:
This handprint left at the crime scene... clearly shows a contradiction!
Edgeworth:
The only thing that seems clear is you're grasping, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
You've been staring pretty intently at those floor plans. Tell me... is there a problem with them?
Phoenix:
... (Yes, this is strange...!) Take a good look at these floor plans. Something is missing.
Edgeworth:
"Missing"...? You mean, something hasn't been drawn on there?
Phoenix:
Yes. Something that, when drawn, will completely change the meaning of the blood mark!
Judge:
Let us pray the defense isn't simply trying to buy time. Very well, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(With all this evidence here... there's got to be something I can use!)
Judge:
The question is... which item can prove something is missing in the floor plans?
Present Blue Badger Panel
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What about that piece of plywood?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Marshall:
As they say back west... "Even a blind man can hit with buckshot." That is... so long as he's facin' the general direction.
Edgeworth:
It seems Mr. Wright's not sure which direction to face.
Phoenix:
(It's no use! The more evidence there is, the more wrong choices!)
Ema:
Just calm down, Mr. Wright. Try and remember what the evidence room was like on the day of the crime!
Phoenix:
(What is it that bothers me about this blood mark..?) Please allow me another chance, Your Honor. I'll prove it this time!
Leads back to:
"Let us pray the defense isn't simply trying to buy time."
Marshall:
What about that piece of plywood?
Phoenix:
The Blue Badger! Mascot of the police force! Defender of truth, guardian of proof!
Edgeworth:
Explain yourself, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Please look at the floor plans of the crime scene. The Blue Badger is not here.
Marshall:
So?
Phoenix:
So watch what happens when we put him in. This is where he was dancing at the time of the crime. Well...?
Judge:
Well... what?
Edgeworth:! *gasp!*
Phoenix:
That's right. So long as the Blue Badger is dancing here... it would be impossible... to place a handprint at this spot on the locker!
Marshall:
Whaaaaat!?
Judge:
So that means... Uh... just exactly what does that mean!?
Phoenix:
It means it can't be done!
Judge:
What are you saying? Blood traces were undeniably found on that locker!
Phoenix:
Don't look at me, I didn't put it there!
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Think it through scientifically!
Phoenix:
Ema!
Ema:
On that afternoon... Officer Meekins was the one who brought the Blue Badger to the evidence room, right? After he put it down, it would be impossible to leave a handprint on that locker.
Phoenix:
...! So that must mean this blood mark... was left there before the Blue Badger was brought in...?
Judge:
Just one moment! I will not allow such farfetched balderdash in my courtroom!
Phoenix:
It may sound farfetched, Your Honor... but it's the only possible explanation! On February 21st... in the Police Department's evidence room... blood was spilled not once, but twice!
Edgeworth:
B-but how...!
Phoenix:
One time was captured on this tape, taken by the security camera. Officer Meekins cut his hand, from which a trivial amount of blood fell. The problem is... the "other" time. Someone bled prior to the struggle shown on this tape. It had to have been... Detective Goodman, when he was really murdered!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That's ridiculous! I refute you!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The murder portrayed in the security tape has been proven to be a fake. However! That does not explain the blood mark found on the locker!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
So then... assuming this "murder" you purport really happened. When did it take place!? I demand you show evidence that proves it occurred!
Phoenix:
(When did the first incident occur...)
Judge:
To surmise, the defense claims that... prior to Officer Meekins being cut by Jake Marshall, who was disguised as Detective Goodman, another "incident" took place in that evidence room.
Phoenix:
The blood mark on the locker proves this.
Judge:
Very well. Then tell us... When did this "first" incident occur? Proof must be presented.
Phoenix:
(Proof that shows when the murder took place... There's only one piece of evidence that can show that!)
Judge:
Now then. Will the defense please present its evidence? What shows when the "first" crime took place?
Present ID Card Record
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"If the crime took place inside the evidence room, then the perpetrator would had to have"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is the proof! It's quite simple, you see.
Edgeworth:
If it's so simple, then don't get it wrong.
Phoenix:
... Huh?
Judge:
If "huh" was an acceptable excuse, we wouldn't need police.
Ema:
The first crime took place before the Blue Badger was brought to the room, right? Say... When was the Blue Badger brought there, anyway?
Phoenix:
Don't we have a time chart among our evidence items that lists the time?
Leads back to:
"(Proof that shows when the murder took place...)"
Phoenix:
If the crime took place inside the evidence room, then the perpetrator would had to have entered the room. In order to do so, an ID card is required.
Judge:
An ID card... Oh! The ID Card Record!
Phoenix:
Officer Meekins brought the Blue Badger panel into the evidence room at...
Judge:
Let's see here... 4:50 PM. If the crime took place before that time, then it would be... 4:40 PM... Ah! AAAAAAAHHH! M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Miles Edgeworth! Just what have you done!?
Marshall:
I never figured you had nerve, boy.
Edgeworth:
Put off the act, witness. It doesn't take a lot of thought to figure out it couldn't have been me.
Marshall:
Hmm... Nope, I ain't gettin' it...
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I don't understand either.
Edgeworth:
It's clear from the luminol test that blood was there. However, when the "second" crime took place... both Officer Meekins and Officer Marshall failed to notice the blood.
Phoenix:
That means... the blood from the first crime was wiped away... by the real murderer.
Edgeworth:
I would have had just ten minutes to murder the victim, carry his body away, and clean up the blood... Unfortunately that's physically impossible.
Judge:
That would mean... the crime must have taken place before Mr. Edgeworth entered the evidence room.
Phoenix:
Let's look at the chart again. There's only one other card number remaining: "7777777"!
Marshall:
Talk about a lucky number...
Judge:
But wait... That doesn't make sense! How could Officer Goodman have entered the evidence room?
Phoenix:
Since there's no record of his card being used beforehand... he must have entered along with the real murderer. That's the only plausible explanation. He went in with "7777777"!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth! Please look into this ASAP! Find out whose ID number is "sevensevensevensevensevensevensevenseven"!
Edgeworth:
That's one "seven" too many, Your Honor. Unfortunately... I'm unable to look up the owner of that ID card. At least, at present.
Phoenix:
What!?
Marshall:
Explain yourself, son.
Edgeworth:
The ID number "7777777" belongs to someone with a rank of Captain or higher... Someone who is a so-called "executive officer." We don't have the authority to inquire into such a person's identity.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But that's ridiculous! Just how...
Edgeworth:
I'm not finished talking, Mr. Wright. There is one situation in which we can be granted such authority.
Judge:
If an official charge filed against an executive is accepted.
Phoenix:
An "official charge"...
Marshall:
You're all alike, aren't you? With your "cover-ups" and your "forgeries"... That's how the Prosecutor's Office operates!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I take pride in my work, Officer Marshall. I would appreciate it if you would keep your slander to yourself.
Marshall:
"Slander," is it? Okay. Let me ask a question.
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Marshall:
No, not to you. To her, the defendant sitting over there. Your own little "executive."
Phoenix:
(L-Lana?)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Don't be stupid. She's been charged with murder. Of course we've looked up her ID number... and it's not "7777777."
Marshall:
Don't play me for a fool, pardner. That's not what I want to ask. All I want to know is one thing... about that incident.
Judge:
The SL-9 Incident?
Marshall:
Answer me this, Chief Prosecutor! In that trial two years ago... Did you really only use legitimate evidence!?
Edgeworth:
Do you need the witness to repeat his question, Chief Prosecutor?
Lana:
I heard him fine, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Two years ago... I was in charge of the prosecution for that trial. At the time, we...
Lana:
Occasionally... we felt the powerlessness of the law. At least... I did.
Phoenix:
...!
Ema:
L-Lana...
Lana:
I became a prosecutor in order to suppress crime with the law. But before I realized it, we were the ones being suppressed by the law.
Judge:
Defendant! Just what are you saying!?
Marshall:
I'll ask you again, Chief Prosecutor. During that trial two years ago... did you really present all the evidence in court? Can you look me, an investigator in that crime, in the eye and say that you did?
Judge:
Chief Prosecutor! You didn't...
Lana:
... I don't have to, Officer Marshall.
Edgeworth:! Why don't you answer him!?
Lana:
Drastic crimes require drastic measures... That's just the way it is. We did what we had to... in order for him to get the verdict he deserved.
Ema:
But Lana!
Lana:
Even if it involved "forging" evidence.
Marshall:
See? That's what I'm talking about.
Edgeworth:
No... NNNNOOOOOOO!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ORDERRRRR!!!
Lana's remarks caused such a stir... the chaos in the courtroom could not be quelled. The conclusion of the trial... would have to wait until the following day...
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. The defense has failed to give the court sufficient reason to doubt the prosecution's claim! This court find the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Rise from the Ashes
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
February 24, 3:12 PMWright & Co. Law Offices
Ema:
I'm so sorry, Mr. Wright. I'm sorry for what my sister said...
Lana:
Drastic crimes require drastic measures... That's just the way it is. We did what we had to... in order for him to get the verdict he deserved.
Ema:
I... didn't know. I never knew that the "SL-9 Incident" was just another name for... the "Joe Darke Killings."
Phoenix:
(Sounds like everyone's heard about these killings but me...)
Ema:
Lana wanted Darke convicted so badly! That's why she used me... That's why she used what happened to me.
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "what happened" to you?
Ema:
It's all there in the file... Joe Darke's last victim was Prosecutor Neil Marshall. When he murdered Officer Marshall's brother, he left behind an incriminating piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
But what did you have to do with those killings, Ema?
Ema:
On the night Prosecutor Neil Marshall was murdered, Joe Darke... tried to kill me.
Phoenix:
What? He tried to kill you!?
Ema:
Officer Marshall's brother... Neil... was only trying to save me.
Phoenix:
So that means you...
Ema:
Yes. I was a witness in the Joe Darke trial.
Phoenix:
(I didn't see that one coming!)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me.
Ema:
Oh, I tried studying one of those just now. Remember what they were talking about in the trial yesterday...?
Phoenix:
Oh, right, evidence law. So, did you learn anything?
Ema:
Well, when I tried reading it made my head hurt.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Ema:
Then, when I closed it, it slipped out of my hand and fell on my foot.
Phoenix:
(Oddly enough I find myself identifying with her on this one...)
Mia's desk
Phoenix:
Mia's desk. I sit here even less now that I've stopped taking cases.
Ema:
Uh oh! I have a math test coming up next week! I'd better study! I'm borrowing this desk, okay?1 + 1 = 21 + 2 = 31 + 3 = 4
Phoenix:
(If that's what they're teaching in high school math, we're in serious trouble.)
Present
Goodman's ID or Goodman's Lost Item Report
Ema:
Mr. Goodman didn't have this on the day of the crime, right?
Phoenix:
Right. A few days before he was murdered, he had filed a lost item report. (Although "stolen item" is more like it... Swiped by that lone wolf who dressed up like him.)
Ema:
I never would have thought Officer Marshall the type to do something like that.
Phoenix:
It didn't come as much of a surprise to me...
Victim's Shoe
Phoenix:
There was something strange about this shoe, wasn't there? Let's see, what was it...?
Ema:
The traces of blood on its sole. There wasn't any blood found at the Prosecutor's Office's underground parking lot.
Phoenix:
But we did find blood on the floor somewhere, didn't we? Where was that again...?
Ema:
In the evidence room at the Police Department. Now stop using me as your memo pad!!!
ID Card Record
Ema:
There's only one number left to check out.
Phoenix:
That's right. We now know the other numbers aren't related to the murder. "7777777"... An "executive officer."
Ema:
Sevensevensevensevensevensevensevenseven...
Phoenix:
Uh, I believe that's one "seven" too many... (We can't find out whose number this is unless we have some incriminating evidence. That's going to be hard to dig up by tomorrow...)
Fingerprinting Set
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth is so kind, giving us something like this. Hey! You don't think he... he... likes me, do you? ...
Phoenix:
Are you okay, Ema?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Hurry! RUN!!! AHH-CHOOOO!!!
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
... Here, I'll wipe those fingerprints off your face.
Phoenix:
(Might as well wipe my dignity away too while you're at it.)
Screwdriver
Phoenix:
This screwdriver was at Edgeworth's office, wasn't it?
Ema:
Yes. He said it didn't have anything to do with the crime.
Phoenix:
... Then what are we doing carrying it around?
Ema:
Hey, don't ask me! I'm not the one making the decisions around here!
Phoenix:
(If I recall... Edgeworth said Chief Gant asked him to take this to the Prosecutor's Office.)
Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
This jar's pretty fragile.
Ema:
It looks like it's about to break apart!
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "about to"? It's already broken.
Ema:
I meant again...
Phoenix:
(This piece was found in Detective Goodman's evidence locker. That means...)
Ema:
This is somehow related to that other incident...
Marshall's Prints
Phoenix:
This fingerprint was left on the locker when Marshall was stashing his bloody coat.
Ema:
I guess that blood wasn't Mr. Goodman's after all.
Phoenix:
Nope. Just that of an overly zealous patrolman.
Ema:
So there wasn't a murder at the Police Department at 5:15 in the end.
Phoenix:
(I wonder what's going to happen to Officer Marshall now...)
Security Video
Ema:
We owe our entire success in court today to this tape.
Phoenix:
At first I thought it was a joke, but it turned out to be a goldmine of evidence.
Ema:
I counted a total of five clues in it.
Phoenix:
It also gave the Blue Badger some publicity... of the negative sort, that is.
SL-9 Incident Files
Phoenix:
It seems everything is somehow related to this incident.
Ema:
What was it labeled, again? The "SL-9 Incident"?
Phoenix:
Yes. The name of everyone connected to this trial is listed in here. All that's left... is to figure out just what role everyone plays in this case. If we search hard enough, I think we'll find our answers. (What exactly did, or didn't, Lana do?)
Ema:
I'm not sure I want to know everything...
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
February 24
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Underground Parking Lot
Leads to:
February 24
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
Police Dept. Entrance
Leads to:
February 24
Police Department
Entrance
February 24Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Ema:
Looks like they're questioning Lana again.
Phoenix:
(I guess we're not the only ones who want to question her...)
Ema:
Well, since we've come all this way, why don't we go see Mr. Meekins?
Phoenix:
Uh... Let's not and say we did. (I'd rather come back and do that later.)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
February 24
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
February 24Prosecutor's OfficeUnderground Parking Lot
Phoenix:
No one's here today... Not even Ms. Starr.
Ema:
Everyone's probably busy looking into what exactly went down in the evidence room. That must be where the detectives are.
Phoenix:
But we proved in court today that no one was murdered in the evidence room at 5:15 PM, on the day of the crime.
Ema:
Yeah. I thought we were finally making some headway in our case!
Phoenix:
But instead it looks like we just ended up making Lana look even more guilty.
Ema:
Hang in there, Lana...
Phoenix:
(I've got to find all the answers by tomorrow!)
Examine (left side)
Wall
Ema:
So, this is the famous divider.
Phoenix:
It sure helped us knock a hole in that testimony yesterday. Come to think of it, this divider helped our case more than the actual witness.
Ema:
The great divider! A chip off the old parking block!
Phoenix:
It's just a wall. (Scientifically speaking...)
Examine (right side)
Car
Ema:
That's about as red as a sports car can get.
Phoenix:
Yup, it's pretty red alright. (The body was found in Edgeworth's car trunk... And the lock on the trunk was broken. So, the question is why did Ms. Skye chose his car?)
Ema:
So, what model car is it?
Phoenix:
... I think it was called a "Sedan" or a "Coupe." Something like that.
Ema:
Those are car types, Mr. Wright. Not models. You're a guy, aren't you, Mr. Wright? Your supposed to know these things!
Phoenix:
(Maybe it is about time I got my driver's license...)
Trunk
Ema:
That's where we found that note.
Phoenix:
"2/21 SL-9"... The SL-9 Incident.
Ema:
A case that was due for transferal the day of the murder. I never knew... The "SL-9 Incident" referred to...
Phoenix:
The Joe Darke Killings. (Everyone in this case played some part in that incident. This has to be more than just sheer coincidence!)
Move
High Prosecutor's Office
Leads to:
February 24
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
February 24High Prosecutor's OfficeRoom 1202
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth isn't here.
Phoenix:
Maybe he's being questioned by an inquiry committee? (He took a real beating in court today...)
Ema:
Yeah, with Lana admitting to falsifying evidence two years ago...
Phoenix:
I guess we'll just have to come back later.
Examine
Bouquet
Ema:
My, my, my! What an amazing bouquet! Just right for Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
No kidding. Hey, there's a card on it... "To be or not to be -- Wendy" ("Wendy?" ... I've heard that name somewhere before.)
Ema:
And beside it... A giant Steel Samurai! Wow, I want one!
Phoenix:
Huh? There's something written on the bottom of his foot. "To every cloud, there is a silver lining. -- Wendy"
Ema:
Was this the same message that was here yesterday?
Window
Ema:
Whoa! What a view! It must be nice to have an office on the 12th floor.
Phoenix:
I guess you would feel... important.
Ema:
Incidentally... Were you to jump out this window, your chance of fatality would be... ... Got it! 99.9998 percent!
Phoenix:
(There's a 0.0002% chance you'd live?)
February 24Police DepartmentEntrance
Marshall:
Howdy, Bambina.
Ema:
Oh, Mr. Marshall!
Marshall:
I never thought things'd turn out this way when I woke up this morning. Que serà serà. You never know where life'll lead you, eh Bambina? I should've known my luck had run out when ol' Billy dried up this morning.
Ema:
Billy...?
Phoenix:
Must be his pet cactus. Say, where are you headed?
Marshall:
Just over to the Prosecutor's Office for a little interrogation. It's a "voluntary" appearance, but we all know I won't be coming back. Sorry, but you can't go in the evidence room today, pardner.
Ema:
But Mr. Marshall... Why did you do it?
Marshall:
Why do prospectors head west? If ever there was a case I needed to know the truth about, it was that one.
Phoenix:
Before you turn yourself in, Mr. Marshall... would you mind telling us exactly what happened?
Marshall:
Hmph... Looks like I won't be getting a steak lunch today.
Examine
Blue Badger
Ema:
The Blue Badger is still writhing around today.
Phoenix:
Let's give him the benefit of the doubt and say he's dancing. (Speaking of "dancing"... The whole Police Department has been dancing about like crazy since the other day...)
Ema:
Can I take out his batteries? I just can't help but feel he's going to do something naughty!
Officers
Phoenix:
Look, that patrolman is saluting the other guy. He must be a detective!
Police:
So I cuff the lout, right? Then you know what he says? "What are you, a moron? I'm an undercover agent!"
Patrolman:
Oh, man. I hate it when that happens!
Ema:
... I guess he wasn't saluting, he was just listening to how his friend messed up.
Phoenix:
They make a good pair.
Talk
Darke trial
Marshall:
Something was fishy about that trial from the beginning. It wasn't just me either. All the detectives thought so.
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "fishy"?
Marshall:
Some of the facts reported were inconsistent with the evidence we found. For example... the murder weapon.
Phoenix:
The murder weapon? You mean... that switchblade knife with the broken tip?
Marshall:
That was Joe Darke's, all right. But... in the initial autopsy report, a question was raised.
Ema:
A question...?
Marshall:
The blade of the knife was not a perfect match with the wound the victim sustained.
Phoenix:
What does that mean?
Marshall:
It means there is a good chance that knife was not the murder weapon.
Phoenix:
...!
Marshall:
However, in the report that was finally submitted, that possibility had been erased.
Phoenix:
(Could the facts have been concealed with forged evidence...?)
Marshall:
That case left behind scars on all of us.
Ema:
The "scars" that the SL-9 Incident left behind...
Prosecutor Marshall
Marshall:
I got the looks, but he got the brains. He was one of the best prosecutors around. I had just made detective when it went down. It was our first case together...
Ema:
How old was he... your brother?
Marshall:
He was 27 at the time. He was awarded the highest honor that very day.
Phoenix:
The... "highest honor"? You don't mean...
Marshall:
King of Prosecutors.
Phoenix:
(Not that again...)
Marshall:
What are you looking at me like that for? That's an honor for a prosecutor!
Phoenix:
(Mr. Marshall must have really been close with his brother.)
Ema:
The day the SL-9 Incident took place, that wasn't the same day as...
Marshall:
That's right. It was the day of the evidence transferal.
Phoenix:
...! Interesting...
Marshall:
It was drizzling that morning, and by nightfall there was thunder. I can't believe two years have gone by already. I tried to steal the evidence so the case wouldn't die.
Phoenix:
(Apparently someone tried to stop you. Detective Goodman was murdered... and the evidence locker was empty.)
Scars (appears after Darke trial)
Marshall:
There was something going on behind the scenes in that case. We all knew that later. Every detective involved in that investigation, save one, was... taken care of. Ms. Starr was fired and I was demoted and boxed away in a tiny room.
Phoenix:
What about Detective Goodman?
Marshall:
If they did something to him too, the commissioners would get suspicious. No, they were careful enough not to be too obvious.
Phoenix:
"They"...?
Ema:
Who are you talking about!?
Marshall:
Don't get upset, Bambina. I mean Damon Gant... and Lana Skye.
Gant & Skye (appears after Scars)
Marshall:
Chief Detective Damon Gant and his second-in-command, Lana Skye... There wasn't a person on the force who hadn't heard of that duo. That case was the biggest step in both of their careers.
Phoenix:
After the case ended, Lana transferred to the Prosecutor's Office, right?
Marshall:
Yeah. Damon Gant, the new Chief of Police, arranged for that to happen. She's never been the same since she left.
Ema:
?
Marshall:
Everyone who knew her said so. "Chief Prosecutor Skye was totally different when she was a detective."
Phoenix:
(Now that he mentions it, Ema said something like that too...)
Ema:
Tell me... what happened to my sister!
Marshall:
Sorry, Bambina, but her secret is too well guarded. I never found out.
Phoenix:
(Lana's "secret"... It all started two years ago.)
Present
Anything
Ema:
Mr. Marshall! Could you please have a look at this?
Marshall:
Sorry, Bambina. I'm not a patrolman anymore, and I'm certainly not a detective. I'm nothing more than a wanted man, now. These old eyes of mine have seen too much as it is.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Marshall:
So there you have it. That's my story. Did you enjoy it, pardner?
Phoenix:
It was certainly... enlightening.
Marshall:
There's one thing for sure I found out in court today. That boy Edgeworth isn't my enemy. He was the one who used falsified evidence to get a guilty verdict, but someone else was the one who gave him that evidence and planned everything. That someone is Damon Gant. Don't believe me? Well I don't blame you. I won't even be a patrolman after today. Too bad I won't be around to work with you... when you become a real scientific investigator. Adios Bambina!
February 24Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Phoenix:
I don't see Detective Gumshoe anywhere.
Ema:
Things seem kinda quiet around here today.
Phoenix:
You're right. (The head of the department seems the same though.)
Ema:
Why don't we go look for some other people to talk to?
Phoenix:
Right. We can come back here later.
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"That's it! The villain used a time machine! Very clever indeed... That would explain the alibi! The future might not be so far away after all!"
Phoenix:
... He's not writing a report... he's writing a novel.
Chief
Phoenix:
That man must be the Head Detective. He's staring at the screen so hard it might shatter.
Chief:
What!? "Darke Case May Have Been Fabricated." That's what I thought all along... I just never bothered to tell anyone.
Phoenix:
(Now there's a guy who cares about his work...)
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Talk
SL9 Incident
Ema:
It happened two years ago... It was right about this time of the year, too. There was a terrible thunder storm that day... Unusual for the season. I was alone in my sister's office. We were planning to eat dinner together once she finished her work. Then suddenly... This terrifying man came bursting into the office!
Phoenix:
Joe Darke...
Ema:
It seemed like he was running from someone. He pulled out a knife and screamed at me. I didn't know what was going on. Just then, Prosecutor Marshall showed up.
Phoenix:
(Jake Marshall's brother...)
Ema:
Joe Darke tried to take me hostage, but before he could... Mr. Marshall tackled him. Then...
Phoenix:
What happened?
Ema:
I-I'll never forget it! Lightning struck, and the lights went out. Suddenly... a bolt of lightning flashed outside the window, lighting up the office for an instant. What I saw then burned a permanent picture in my mind. I... I can still see it now...
Phoenix:
(A permanent picture...?)
After the incident
Ema:
I don't remember the moment when Darke stabbed Mr. Marshall.
Phoenix:
So you weren't able to testify about that? No, I was only asked about when I was attacked. That must be why Lana... why she "made up" the crime.
Phoenix:
Made it up? You mean, provided bogus evidence?
Ema:
The Prosecutor's Office wanted that guilty verdict so badly. Lana forged the evidence, and Mr. Edgeworth used it...
Phoenix:
Edgeworth!?
Ema:
Yes. But I'm sure he didn't know anything about it! He couldn't have known he was being given false evidence. Even so... that's when it all started. The rumors about Mr. Edgeworth, I mean. It's all my fault... If I could have just testified properly, none of this would have happened!
Phoenix:
(So it's true. Even though he may not have known it... Edgeworth really was involved in falsifying evidence!)
Ema:
After that case ended, Lana was never the same. She became cold, like she is today.
Phoenix:
(She must not have been able to face up to what she did... Especially not to Ema.)
Permanent picture (appears after SL9 Incident)
Phoenix:
What did you see in the instant that crime occurred?
Ema:
... Darke knocked down Mr. Marshall and raised his knife.
Phoenix:
(Neil Marshall was stabbed right in front of this poor girl!)
Ema:
I don't remember what happened after that. Apparently I passed out. When I came to, Lana was cradling me in her arms.
Phoenix:
Poor Ema... You've been through so much.
Ema:
I-I couldn't bring myself to testify about that instant. I tried, but the words just wouldn't come out. I drew a picture, but it wasn't any good.
Phoenix:
Two years ago... You must have been 14. That's understandable.
Ema:
Once it was all over... I made up my mind. I decided that when I grew up, I'd become a scientific investigator. I want to be able to fight crime with my testimonies! And find the evidence to make an airtight case... That way, Lana would never have to forge any.
Phoenix:
I see... (I think I'm finally starting to understand what makes Ema tick. But there's still something that bothers me about that crime.)
Something puzzling (appears after After the incident and Permanent picture)
Phoenix:
There's something that's puzzling me, Ema.
Ema:
What is it?
Phoenix:
You said you were in Lana's office at that time, right?
Ema:
That's right.
Phoenix:
Why then would a serial killer come running in there?
Phoenix:
Not only that, but he was being chased by a prosecutor?
Ema:
Oh, there's no mystery there. Joe Darke had been taken in for questioning that day.
Phoenix:
Taken in for questioning? You mean by the police?
Ema:
Of course. This happened at the Police Department. He tried to run away halfway through the interview, and fled into my sister's office.
Phoenix:
But why did he run all the way over to your sister's office?
Ema:
Because the detective offices and the questioning room are right across from the elevator.
Phoenix:
... Across from the elevator? But Lana was the Chief Prosecutor, wasn't she?
Ema:
No, silly! Didn't I tell you? Two years ago... Lana was a detective. She was the best in the entire force!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaat!? (That's news to me!)
Ema:
After the Joe Darke case, she was transferred to the Prosecutor's Office and made Chief Prosecutor.
Phoenix:
(Lana used to be... a detective? I'd better have another talk with her!)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
February 24
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
February 24Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Ema:
L-Lana...
Lana:
Mr. Wright. It seems I keep causing you trouble.
Phoenix:
Falsifying evidence... I didn't think you were the type.
Lana:
Criminals don't mind playing foul, why should we?
Ema:
But Lana! If you're wrong... an innocent person might be found guilty!
Lana:
Believe me... I understand the risks.
Phoenix:
Lana. Ema told me about you.
Lana:
Oh?
Phoenix:
About how you were a detective two years ago, and how the SL-9 Incident was the reason for your transfer to the Prosecutor's Office.
Lana:
That's right.
Phoenix:
Could you fill me in on the details? Especially about that unusual change of jobs.
Lana:
... I suppose you have a right to know, Mr. Wright.
Examine
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He seems frozen in place, cowering under this room's oppressive atmosphere.
Present
Anything
Lana:
Attorneys and prosecutors have no business showing evidence outside court. It's taboo. Especially when the interests of both parties are involved.
Phoenix:
(She really means it...)
Ema:
Lana...
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
A lot of revelations were uncovered at the trial today, not the least of which was the fact that this case is largely connected to another one, two years ago.
Lana:
Evidence from that case was stolen... I expected as much. I know how obsessive Officer Marshall can be.
Ema:
That trial... it really wasn't "fair," was it?
Lana:
...
Ema:
I believed in you, Lana! I believed that no matter what happened, you'd always stick to the truth!
Lana:
It couldn't be helped, Ema. At that trial two years ago... I sold my soul.
Phoenix:
Well, all drama aside, the fact of the matter is at 5:15, there was no murder at the Police Department.
Ema:
Tell me it's not true, Lana! What the witness... Ms. Starr said! About you stabbing Mr. Goodman with a knife!
Lana:
...
Ema:
Lana! I don't understand! Why won't you tell us?
Lana:
Ema... This doesn't involve just me.
Phoenix:
(I don't think I've ever seen Lana look so fazed before...)
Detective Lana Skye
Lana:
It's true. I was a member of the police force two years ago.
Ema:
She was amazing! They still talk about all the cases she and Chief Gant cracked together!
Phoenix:
Chief Gant?
Lana:
Then he was the Vice-Head of Criminal Affairs, but he still worked the crime scenes. Damon Gant... he was everything I aspired to be.
Ema:
They were the best team ever! They solved crimes before the reports could even be filed!
Phoenix:
(Ema really idolizes her big sister.) But now you're Chief Prosecutor... What happened?
Lana:
I always planned on becoming a prosecutor. The reason I became a detective was...
Ema:
to gain experience investigating crime scenes, so you could later use that experience in court.
Lana:
Gant's help in the SL-9 case was critical in its resolution. After that, he became Chief of Police, and arranged my transfer to the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should ask more about this "investigation" of theirs two years ago.)
Darke investigation (appears after Today's trial)
Lana:
Two years ago I was second-in- command of the detectives investigating Darke.
Phoenix:
"Second-in-command"? That means the Chief Detective was, no doubt, Damon Gant?
Lana:
Yes. Detective Gant and I shared the same office, and the same investigations.
Phoenix:
(They even had the same office...!)
Lana:
We led a team of the best detectives on the force: Detective Goodman, whose case it was, Jake Marshall and Angel Starr. It was the first time Marshall worked with his brother. He was quite... "gung ho." Without a doubt, Joe Darke was the serial killer. We asked him to come in for questioning. We were desperate for evidence. That was when the last murder took place.
Phoenix:
(When he tried to murder Ema...)
Ema:
Prosecutor Marshall was trying to save me from Darke...
Lana:
You see, the first person who happened upon the scene of the crime... was me.
Phoenix:
...! (Now you tell us...)
First one at scene (appears after Darke investigation)
Lana:
Detective Gant and Prosecutor Marshall were the ones questioning Darke that day. The investigation was in its final stages, when Darke must have panicked. He waited until Gant and Marshall let their guards down, then fled the room. From there, he ran straight to... the office shared by Detective Gant and myself.
Ema:
That's where he found me.
Phoenix:
So you were the first person to run to the scene, Lana?
Lana:
It appears so. I was filing some papers while Gant and Marshall were questioning Darke. When I returned to my office, I saw three bodies on the floor and smelled blood.
Phoenix:
Three bodies? Prosecutor Marshall, the victim, Ema, who had passed out,
Lana:
and the suspect, Joe Darke. During the struggle, it seems Mr. Marshall stuck a final blow before he died. Joe Darke had incurred a minor concussion, and lay unconscious.
Phoenix:
What did you do?
Lana:
To be honest, I panicked. I picked up Ema, carried her out of the room and just held her.
Phoenix:
(Can't blame her, after all her sister must have gone through.)
Lana:
After that, I placed Darke under immediate arrest.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Phoenix:
Let me get this straight. You were all involved in the SL-9 Incident?
Lana:
That's right. Quite a coincidence, hmm?
Phoenix:
I don't buy it.
Ema:
W-what are you saying?
Phoenix:
There's no way everyone involved in this trial was also involved in that incident just by "chance."
Ema:
But that case was solved two years ago!
Phoenix:
At least one person went to extremes because they didn't believe it was truly solved.
Lana:
Officer Marshall... Yes, his actions came as a surprise to me as well. Ever since his brother died, he's changed completely.
Ema:
I guess he wasn't convinced with the ruling against Joe Darke.
Lana:
... Life doesn't end with the closing of a case. Everyone has to live the rest of their lives with their memories.
Phoenix:
That "case" just might not be over yet.
Lana:!
Phoenix:
Ema was assaulted by Darke at the Police Department, right?
Lana:
Yes, in the office that Damon Gant and I shared. The office that Mr. Gant now occupies by himself: the Chief's office.
Phoenix:
(Maybe we should have a look at the Chief's office - the site of the final SL-9 murder!)
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Lana and Marshall leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
February 24
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
February 24Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Phoenix:
This place is always pretty empty, but today it's deserted.
Ema:
That must mean everyone's busy solving crimes.
Chief:
Oh, if you're looking for the others, they're all in the conference room.
Phoenix:
Uh... thanks. (Wow, he actually talked to us!)
Chief:
With the Chief Prosecutor saying what she did and the decision about what to do about Mr. Edgeworth, not to mention our statement to the media and tomorrow's trial... there's more chaos going on than Thanksgiving and Christmas put together!
Phoenix:
(I think "festive" is the word usually used for those...)
Ema:
Um, sir? We'd like to have a look around for Chief Gant's office.
Chief:
Just head across the hall to the other building and take the elevator to the top floor.
Ema:
Really? You mean, it's okay for us to go in there? I mean, we aren't police officers or anything.
Chief:
Hey, you're right! You can't go in there! It's off limits!
Phoenix:
(Now I see where Detective Gumshoe gets his unique charm...)
Ema:
Well, what are wating for? Let's head to the Chief's office!
Move
Chief's Office
Leads to:
February 24
Police Department
Chief's Office
February 24Police DepartmentChief's Office
Phoenix:
Whoa... Where am I?
Ema:
In the Chief's office, silly! At least, that's what it said on the door.
Phoenix:
Check out that pipe organ. That's real, isn't it?
Ema:
Hey, I used to take organ lessons in kindergarten! They used to call me "Little Miss Bach." I thought I was a genius until they tried teaching me notes. I never could remember where C was...
Gant:
Hm? Oh, it's you two.
Phoenix:
Chief Gant! (He put that paper he was reading in his desk.)
Gant:
So, Mr. Wright. Have you been swimming lately?
Phoenix:
Uh... no, I haven't. I've been kind of busy lately.
Gant:
I can appreciate that. I've had my hands full too, with Mr. Marshall's misconduct and Lana's provocative statement.
Phoenix:
"Provocative statement"... oh, you mean about the forged evidence.
Gant:
Two years have passed since that incident. My, how time flies! See that big picture on the wall over there? That's a picture of Lana, Neil and me.
Phoenix:
(So this is Mr. Marshall's brother... Prosecutor Neil Marshall...)
Gant:
We took it to commemorate our work together.
Phoenix:...
(Something's not right with this picture. I can't quite seem to put my finger on it though...)
Gant Team Picture added to the Court Record.
Gant:
Anyway, I'd like to reminisce all day, but there are matters that need my attention. I'm going to lock up here, so let's go out together.
Ema:
Oh... But this office... it was a crime scene two years ago, wasn't it?
Gant:
That case has long since been over. There's no need to investigate it any more.
Phoenix:
All the same, we'd still like to have a look around.
Gant:
Perhaps you didn't hear me. I said there's no need to investigate it any more.
Phoenix:
...!
Gant:
Now hurry up and get out. I have a meeting to attend.
Police Dept. Entrance
Ema:
Looks like we aren't welcome.
Phoenix:
It seems that case isn't over with yet, after all.
Ema:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Chief Gant denied our request to search the "crime scene." That means there must be a reason he doesn't want us looking around in there.
Ema:
You mean like, a clue!?
Phoenix:
(There's got to be a way we can get inside the Chief's office...)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
February 24
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
February 24Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe! Were you in a meeting?
Gumshoe:
I was uh... just taking a breather. My feet hurt.
Ema:
From sitting so long in the meeting?
Gumshoe:
Actually... I had to serve everyone coffee.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like Detective Gumshoe's still out of the loop...)
Gumshoe:
Say, have either of you seen Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth? No. Why do you ask?
Gumshoe:
He's under fire from both the Police Department and the Prosecutor's Office. It's almost like the battles between you two in court!
Phoenix:
That sounds serious...
Ema:
Is it because of what my sister said?
Gumshoe:
That's basically what it all boils down to. That falsified evidence two years ago. Now Mr. Edgeworth has the whole world after his blood!
Ema:
Yikes...
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"I got it! I'm the culprit! Very clever indeed... Who would have thought of multiple personalities? I don't see how else he could have done it. I guess it's time to have my head checked."
Phoenix:
... I think it's way past time for that.
Chief
Phoenix:
That man must be the Head Detective. He's staring at the screen so hard it might shatter.
Chief:
What!? "Police Department Makes Fatal Error" What do I do!? Quick! Someone bring me the classifieds! Help Wanted section!!!
Phoenix:
(So much for "duty"...)
Talk
Edgeworth's crisis
Phoenix:
But why would Edgeworth be blamed? It's not like he knew the evidence was forged! Lana Skye is the guilty party here, isn't she?
Ema:
...
Gumshoe:
Regardless, the prosecutor is responsible for the evidence he presents in court. Not only that, but as you know there've been a lot of rumors going around about Mr. Edgeworth. Those who don't like him haven't been able to do anything because of his amazing talent as a prosecutor. But now with this...
Ema:
Are there really so many people who hate him?
Gumshoe:
In our world, only those with talent rise to the top. Mr. Edgeworth not only had that, but he's young. There's no better recipe I know of for making enemies.
Police:
Hey, Dick! Keep up the good work!
Gumshoe:
Yes sir!
Police:
Let's go out for lunch again sometime, my treat!
Gumshoe:
Yes sir!
Police:
You gotta take me back to that joint sometime, okay Dick?
Gumshoe:
Yes sir!
Phoenix:
It seems you don't have any problem with enemies.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, well... I'm careful not to stick out. Anyway, I'm a bit worried about him. Under all this pressure, I'm afraid Mr. Edgeworth just might crack.
SL9 Incident
Gumshoe:
Actually, I took a look at the file earlier, while the coffee was brewing.
Phoenix:
(He seems geniunely concerned for Edgeworth...) Well? Did you find out anything?
Gumshoe:
The only evidence Darke left behind was during his final attack.
Phoenix:
His final attack? You mean...
Gumshoe:
When he killed Prosecutor Marshall, who was trying to protect some girl.
Ema:
Me...
Phoenix:
(It seems Detective Gumshoe never realized Ema was the girl...)
Gumshoe:
That's when he left the most incriminating evidence of all.
Ema:
Well? What was it?
Gumshoe:
Oh, um, let's see... I think it had something to do with the murder weapon... ... Oh, I forget. Look, it's all written somewhere in here, okay?
Phoenix:
(His powers of recollection never fail to impress.)
Ema:
Maybe we should show him the murder weapon. It might jog his memory!
Darke's crimes (appears after SL9 Incident)
Gumshoe:
Joe Darke was 42 at the time of the crime. He was just your run-of-the-mill businessman.
Phoenix:
A businessman? What made him take to serial killing?
Gumshoe:
One day on his way home from work, he hit someone with his car.
Ema:
With his car? So... it was an accident?
Gumshoe:
An accident, yes. But it transformed him into an animal!
Ema:
An animal...
Gumshoe:
He killed a man that witnessed the accident. Then he killed a lady who saw the second crime. A kid walked by just then, so he killed him too. Then, when he was burying the bodies, a jogger came upon the scene and was killed as well! Finally he turned himself in.
Phoenix:
Seems he was a pretty careless animal.
Gumshoe:
Of course, this is all conjecture. There wasn't a single shred of evidence.
Phoenix:
So, he turned himself in...
Gumshoe:
Yes, but in the middle of his questioning, he fled and murdered his final victim... Prosecutor Marshall. That crime was witnessed by someone too, but fortunately he was arrested on the spot. It's a good thing that last witness wasn't killed.
Phoenix:
(That last "witness"... He must mean Ema...)
Murder weapon (appears after presenting Switchblade Knife)
Phoenix:
This knife... it was Joe Darke's, wasn't it?
Gumshoe:
That's right. We traced it back to the store he bought it at, and it had his fingerprints on it too.
Ema:
But no one actually witnessed him using it to murder anyone, right?
Gumshoe:
That's where his luck ran out. When you take a good look at the knife... you'll see it's broken!
Ema:
You don't have to take a good look to notice that.
Gumshoe:
... Yeah, well anyway! Take a guess where the broken- off tip of the knife was found. That's what did him in!
Ema:
Where was it?
Gumshoe:
The victim, Neil Marshall was carrying it... inside his own body!
Phoenix:!
Gumshoe:
It was found deep inside the stab wound.
Phoenix:
Did it match Darke's knife?
Gumshoe:
You bet. Down to the last fiber.
Ema:
That's pretty... conclusive.
Neil's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Switchblade Knife added to the Court Record.
Present
Goodman's ID
Gumshoe:
This ID card belongs to the victim, Detective Bruce Goodman. You can do just about anything these days with a card and a secret number... scary!
Phoenix:
It's only scary because you keep dropping your card, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
I forget my secret number a lot, too. I'm scared of myself! But... but I'm me, after all! And what could be wrong with that!?
Phoenix:
(I think I'll stay out of this conversation.)
Prosecutor Trophy
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's it! That's the "King of Prosecutors" award that Mr. Edgeworth got the other day!
Phoenix:
Were you at the awards ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Of course, pal! I got an award for diligence, myself.
Phoenix:
Ah... congratulations.
Ema:
I was wondering, why is the award a shield? And... why is it broken?
Gumshoe:
Oh, there's a reason. Erm... I'll tell you what it is later.
Phoenix:
(Apparently, he's forgotten.)
Blue Badger Panel
Phoenix:
This guy almost made us lose the case today.
Gumshoe:
What are you talking about!? He was guarding the bloodstain on that evidence locker with his life! That's more than you can say for most officers nowadays!
Ema:
It would have saved us a lot of trouble if he hadn't guarded it so well.
Phoenix:
(I have to admit he's right though... Thanks to the Blue Badger, we were able to prove another possibility today: The possibility that another murder took place prior to 5:15 PM...)
Switchblade Knife
Phoenix:
Um, about this...
Gumshoe:
Hey! Don't tell me that's...
Phoenix:
It has a tag attached to it, with the label "SL-9 Incident" on it. I believe this would be the broken "murder weapon" you were speaking of?
Gumshoe:
What are you doing with that!? Ever since that case was closed, that knife's been locked away in a locker.
Ema:
On the day Detective Goodman was murdered, this suddenly disappeared from the locker, and was found in Mr. Edgeworth's car muffler.
Gumshoe:
... That's it! Now I remember what that incriminating piece of evidence was! When you showed me that knife, it all came back to me!
Ema:
Well, what is it, Detective? Quick! Before you forget again!
Luminol Testing Fluid
Gumshoe:
Hey, I just bought some of that stuff! Now I can go around detecting blood traces too!
Ema:
Wow! Is that a new type? I've never seen that bottle before. "Add three inches to your base height."
Phoenix:
"Base height"? Hey, let me see that! "Looming Tall." "New and improved growth formula."
Gumshoe:
You mean this can't detect any blood traces!?
Ema:
Uh, well... It's not quite the same thing as luminol.
Gumshoe:
So that's why the lady at the counter had that smirk on her face...
ID Card Record
Gumshoe:
That's the ID card record, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Yes. There's only one number left to investigate. At 4:20 PM... the victim, Detective Goodman, must have entered the evidence room along with someone else. Someone with an "executive officer" number:
Gumshoe:
"Sevensevensevensevensevensevensevenseven"?
Phoenix:
That's one "seven" too many, Detective. (An executive officer. Hmm... I just might have a hunch.)
Fingerprinting Set
Gumshoe:
Hey, that powder's used for detecting fingerprints.
Ema:
Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth gave it to us.
Gumshoe:
He did what!? All I have is some flour... ...
Phoenix:
Are you okay, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Quick! RUN!!! AHH-CHOOOO!!!
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
... If it's any help, one time I took a nap on a bench with wet paint.
Phoenix:
(Why am I not comforted?)
Goodman's Lost Item Report
Gumshoe:
Oh, a lost item report, huh?
Ema:
Very impressive, detective! You knew what is was right off the bat!
Gumshoe:
Well, I am a master of misplacement, you know.
Ema:
"Master"... That has such a cool ring to it!
Gumshoe:
The way I see it, if things are meant to be lost, then they're meant to be lost. There's a higher power at work here.
Ema:
Wow, a higher power...
Phoenix:
(Maybe I shouldn't let Ema hold any evidence...)
Evidence Locker
Gumshoe:
No locker can be opened without a fingerprint match. Besides... There's no reason for the murderer to touch his own locker...
Ema:
Hey, wasn't your locker the one with the blood on it, Detective?
Phoenix:
(The handprint of the real murderer's gloved hand... without any fingerprints...)
Gumshoe:
SSH! If they come to arrest me, you'll defend me, won't you!?
Phoenix:
If that happens, I think you'll do better pleading with Edgeworth.
Unstable Jar
Gumshoe:
About that jar... I think I've seen it before somewhere.
Phoenix:
"Somewhere"?
Gumshoe:
Or maybe it's one of those memories people have from "previous lives."
Phoenix:
(This must be the most uninformative detective I've ever met...)
Gumshoe:
Something about it makes me feel uneasy. It's like I'm in the Chief's office, and he's yelling at me.
Phoenix:
(Chief Gant?)
Gumshoe:
Where could I have seen that before...?
Marshall's Prints
Gumshoe:
I can't believe Officer Marshall would do something like that...
Ema:
You know Officer Marshall?
Gumshoe:
Of course I do! He was like a mentor to me! When I first started out, he even gave me a small cactus.
Ema:
Really?
Gumshoe:
He said, "Dick, she'll listen to all your troubles."
Ema:
Note to self: Detective Gumshoe talks to a cactus...
Gumshoe:
Hard to believe he's just a "patrolman" now. Someone oughta trade places with him! ... What? Why are you looking at me like that?
SL-9 Incident Files
Gumshoe:
I've been studying up on those Files. There's nothing wrong with Mr. Edgeworth's presentation. To think people are accusing him of injustice... I for one ain't buyin' it, pal!
Ema:
You're looking into the case for Mr. Edgeworth?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. It was a pretty big deal while it was going on, you know. After all, a serial killer was on the loose!
Phoenix:
(But Lana was pretty clear in her confession. She forged evidence in order to prove Joe Darke guilty.)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Let me share a little advice with you as a detective. If you don't have a clue, keep yer trap shut!
Phoenix:
I'll, uh, keep that in mind.
Gumshoe:
Sheesh!
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gumshoe:
Well, there you have it in a nutshell. That's all I know.
Phoenix:
Can I ask you one more thing?
Gumshoe:
What is it? If it's money you need, you should ask Chief Gant.
Phoenix:
It's not money, but it does concern the Chief. His office is a "crime scene," right? It's where Prosecutor Neil Marshall was murdered...
Ema:
The Chief's out now, and his office is locked, but we'd like to have a look around if that's okay.
Gumshoe:
... Well, any Detective's ID card can unlock the door.
Ema:
What? Really!?
Gumshoe:
But if I let a civilian in there, I'd be charged with breach of trust.
Ema:
Breach of trust...?
Gumshoe:
Simply put, I'd be canned.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal. I don't plan on getting fired because of you.
Ema:
How about this ID card? It was Detective Goodman's...
Gumshoe:
That won't work either. The data was deleted the day he died.
Ema:
Oh.
Phoenix:
(So in other words, Gumshoe is our only chance of getting into that office.)
Ema:
I wonder if there's something we could show him that would make him change his mind...
Underground Parking Lot
Move
High Prosecutor's Office
Leads to:
February 24
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
February 24High Prosecutor's OfficeRoom 1202
Phoenix:
(I wonder if Edgeworth is back yet.)
Ema:
There he is! It looks like he's writing something.
Edgeworth:
Huh? What are you doing here?
Phoenix:
(He sure was quick to throw that paper on the floor...) Tough day in court, huh?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I've had to live the past two years with rumors flying around. What's another allegation to me?
Ema:
Cheer up, Mr. Edgeworth! I'm rooting for you!
Phoenix:
(That's Edgeworth for you... Always trying to hide his real feelings.)
Edgeworth:
So, what do you want? Unlike some people, I don't have all day.
Examine
Trophy
Ema:
He won such a prestigious award. Why would he just leave it on the couch?
Phoenix:
Better this than that giant Steel Samurai.
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
What is it?
Ema:
This is the "King of Prosecutors" award, right?
Phoenix:
Of course it is. You know that!
Ema:
I saw something today that looked like this, somewhere...
Phoenix:
Something that looked like that?
Ema:
Yeah, only different. What was it...?
Phoenix:
(She's right. Something's amiss here. Maybe I should show him a certain item...)
Crumpled paper
Phoenix:
(I wonder what he was writing before?)
Ema:
Come on, Mr. Wright! Let's take a look!
Phoenix:
Are you crazy? Edgeworth is sitting right there!
Ema:
Just distract him. I'll check it out.
Phoenix:
Uh... Hey, Edgeworth. Is that Detective Gumshoe out the window there? Oh no! He's falling to the ground!!!
Edgeworth:
Hold on. First let me see what this girl's doing crawling around my feet.
Phoenix:
(He didn't even look.)
Ema:
What!? "Letter of r-r-r-r..."
Edgeworth:
If you can't read, I'll read it for you. It says, "Letter of Resignation."
Phoenix:
"Resignation"!? Edgeworth, you don't mean...?
Edgeworth:
I'm tired, Mr. Wright. I feel as if... something inside me has died.
Ema:
But Mr. Edgeworth! None of it is your fault!
Edgeworth:
I know the path I've walked. You don't need to tell me. And the path I've walked... hasn't been a just one. I can't forgive myself for what I've done... and no one else should forgive me either.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. I think he's serious!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Please, you have to do something!
Phoenix:
(This Letter of Resignation... I wonder if I can use it for anything?)
Put Letter of Resignation in pocket.
Talk
Forged evidence
Edgeworth:
There's no excuse for what I've done. Two years ago, I used false evidence to obtain a guilty verdict. That's what it all breaks down to, and nothing I do can erase that fact.
Phoenix:
But you didn't know, did you? I mean, that the evidence was falsified.
Edgeworth:
The Police Department and the Prosecutor's Office share a bond of trust. If that bond is broken, we stand to lose everything. The Police Department's error is my error, my responsibility as the prosecutor in charge. That fact remains the same no matter what excuses I might have.
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
I take pride in my work. So tell me why! Why has it all come to this...
Phoenix:
(Even Edgeworth can't keep this kind of emotion bottled up...)
Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix:
Are you up for the trial tomorrow?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. First last year's trial, and now this one. It seems all you do is worry about me. To be honest, you're getting on my nerves.
Ema:
But Mr. Edgeworth! You can't just walk out on the trial...
Edgeworth:
Tomorrow is the last day. It's too late to change prosecutors. I'll bet that's what my superiors are banking on. I never thought that case would come back to haunt me like this.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
That list of evidence. It seems too short. Most lists... run twice as long.
Phoenix:
It's only half as long as most lists? (That is odd...)
Edgeworth:
After Neil Marshall was murdered, I became prosecutor for that case. I may not have been part of the investigation, but at the time there was only one thing on my mind: I'd use the evidence I was given to prove the suspect guilty!
Ema:
Say, we just saw a picture taken around that time.
Phoenix:
(That picture... Something seemed strange about it...)
The day of the crime
Phoenix:
Could you tell us again about what happened that day? The day Detective Goodman was murdered? You were participating in a ceremony over at the station, right?
Edgeworth:
I've never cared for ceremonies, but I had to attend that one.
Ema:
Because you were awarded this?
Edgeworth:
Those receiving awards can't exactly skip out on the ceremony. I finished up at the office in the morning, then drove over to the Police Department.
Phoenix:
You, "finished up" at the office?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Just odds and ends- clerical stuff. I didn't plan on returning to the office that day. That is, until I was asked to take something back.
Ema:
Take something back?
Edgeworth:
This.
Ema:
Oh yeah. Chief Gant asked you to hold onto that, didn't he?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It was a piece of evidence in a case that was closed half a year ago. He asked me to bring it back to the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
(That's the story we heard yesterday...) So you came back here to the Prosecutor's Office because the Chief asked you to?
Edgeworth:
That's right.
Phoenix:
...
Prosecutor trophy (appears after presenting Gant Team Picture)
Edgeworth:
This award originates from an ancient Chinese tale. In Chinese, the word "contradiction" is written with two characters: the first means "halberd," and the second means "shield." Have you heard this story?
Phoenix:
Me? Oh, uh... sure. Everyone knows that! Why don't you tell it though... for Ema's sake.
Edgeworth:
Very well. Long ago in the kingdom of Chu, there was an arms merchant. One day, he presented the king with two items. The first was a halberd he claimed could slice through any shield or armor. The second was a shield he claimed could withstand any weapon.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Wait a minute.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Those claims contradict each other!
Edgeworth:
Very perceptive. But then again, you've heard this story before, right? Anyway, as you mentioned, the very descriptions of these items discredit them both. When the king pointed this out, the merchant was left speechless. And thus, the Chinese word for "contradiction" was born.
Ema:
Oh, I see! So the "chipped shield" and the "broken knife" symbolize...
Edgeworth:
Precisely so. They symbolize the merchant's items. The ancient tale ends with the merchant at a loss for words, but it's in our nature to pursue matters to their conclusion... even if it results in something as ugly as this.
Ema:
Wow. Thanks, Mr. Edgeworth! I learned something new today!
Phoenix:
That's funny... If that's so, then why were you only given a shield?
Edgeworth:
... You'll have to ask Chief Gant. Two years ago, he had the "halberd" part of the award abolished.
Phoenix:
(Chief Gant...)
King of Prosecutors Trophy updated in the Court Record.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth:
I once dreamed of being a defense attorney, a long time ago.
Ema:
What? You wanted to be a defense attorney, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Yet, a clear path is laid out before me. I have no time to look back on what might have been.
Prosecutor Trophy
Phoenix:
You know, it wouldn't hurt if you put this up somewhere, like on a shelf.
Edgeworth:
That has no meaning for me anymore.
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "anymore"?
Edgeworth:
That's who I was last year. What good is it to dwell on the past?
Phoenix:
He's asking me?
Ema:
That makes me kind of mad. Actually, something's been troubling me about this shield. Look... Do you notice anything different?
Phoenix:
Different...?
Ema:
Yeah, don't you remember? The other shield in the Court Record?
Phoenix:
(I guess I'd better present this other shield...)
ID Card Record or Evidence Locker
Edgeworth:
It seems everything in this case is designed to cast doubt on me.
Phoenix:
Hey, don't look at me.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I went into the evidence room on the day of the crime. Chief Gant asked me to do something.
Ema:
To take evidence from a case solved six months ago back to the Prosecutor's Office...
Edgeworth:
I have a locker in there as well.
Phoenix:
Did you notice anything amiss when you were in the evidence room?
Edgeworth:
That room's always dark and I was in a hurry. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
Screwdriver
Edgeworth:
... Come now, Mr. Wright. You can't seriously expect me to just sit down... and chat with you about the case over a cup of tea.
Phoenix:
But this isn't related to the case, remember? You said so yourself.
Edgeworth:
So I did...
Ema:
Chief Gant gave this to you that day, didn't he? He asked you to bring it here from the Police Department...
Edgeworth:
The Chief is a very competent man... but sometimes he does things that don't make any sense. ... At least it's better than being incompetent and doing things that don't make sense.
Phoenix:
(A certain detective comes to mind...)
Gant Team Picture
Phoenix:
This picture was hanging on the wall in Chief Gant's office.
Edgeworth:
Prosecutor Neil Marshall... He had just started making a name for himself. Looks like this was taken when he received the King of Prosecutors trophy.
Ema:
Speaking of that, there's something that bothers me.
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Ema:
The trophy Mr. Marshall is holding... it's a little different than yours.
Edgeworth:
Yes, you're right. ... I remember now.
Phoenix:
Remember what?
Edgeworth:
That was the official prosecutor trophy used until that time. There's a story behind it.
Ema:
A story?
Phoenix:
(Sounds interesting.) Would you mind telling it to us?
Edgeworth:
It's simple, really. "Contradiction." That's what the award's based on.
Letter of Resignation
Edgeworth:
They say where there's smoke, there's fire. Apparently I was so caught up in the smoke, I lost sight of the truth.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
The others are right. I have no right to serve as a prosecutor.
Ema:
But Mr. Edgeworth! You were only doing your job!
Edgeworth:
I've always made my own decisions about what I can or cannot do. That hasn't changed. Forgiving myself... is something I cannot do.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. I think he's serious!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Please, you have to do something!
Phoenix:
(This Letter of Resignation... I wonder if I can use it for anything?)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
... Wright, please. I'm the prosecutor on this case! You don't expect me to sit here and discuss the case with you over a cup of tea!
Phoenix:
I'll pass on the tea. Just tell me about the case...
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Mr. Edgeworth just told you "no" in a very stylish manner!
Phoenix:
(Whoose side are you on, anyway? Maybe if I just show him my best evidence I can get some reaction out of him.)
Examine evidence
Text of Letter of Resignation
Ema:
"Due to recent events I hereby announce my resignation as public prosecutor."
Phoenix:
(He really wrote a resignation letter...)
Ema:
Wow! Even when resigning, Mr. Edgeworth is cool and concise! Still, it wasn't his fault...
Phoenix:
Someone has to be held responsible. That's how it is in the grown-up world.
Ema:
Yeah, but that responsibility means nothing if he just quits!
Phoenix:
Well, not everyone sees it that way.
Ema:
To truly take responsibility you should have to work the rest of your life for no pay.
Phoenix:
(Sometimes the "grown-up" world can be tough...)
Move
Underground Parking Lot
Leads to:
February 24
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
February 24Prosecutor's OfficeUnderground Parking Lot
???:
Excuse me...
Angel:
Would either of you care for a quarter pound of roast beef?
Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! (I guess she's out of lunches.)
Angel:
You certainly are the curious sort, aren't you? Kind of like the first person who sucked a cow's nipple to discover milk. Still, I never thought you'd go digging up that case from two years ago.
Phoenix:
Everyone in this trial was involved in the SL-9 Incident. Not only that, but the murder occurred on the very day the evidence from that case was due for transferal. This can't all be attributed to mere "coincidence."
Angel:
... Aren't you forgetting something? You know, that little scene I happened to witness?
Phoenix:
(The instant Lana stabbed Detective Goodman with a knife.)
Angel:
No matter how much of the past you dig up, it won't change what I saw. Roast beef is meant to be savored when eaten.
Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr's hatred toward Lana... It all dates back to two years ago!)
Talk
Darke investigation
Angel:
Joe Darke... That's a name I'll not soon forget! We trailed him for half a year. Oh, the pressure! Still, I don't think I was ever more alive than I was then. Those days were steamier than a bowl of hot gravy! Poor old Jake Marshall, though, must have been going through hell.
Phoenix:
You mean, because of his brother's death?
Angel:
They were close, those two. After Neil died, something took over Jake. He became obsessed. Seeing Jake like that made her all the more desperate.
Phoenix:
"Her"...?
Angel:
Lana Skye.
Ema:
My sister...?
Angel:
The best of the best were put on that SL-9 case. Of course they were lead by that legendary duo.
Ema:
Lana... and Chief Gant!
After case closed
Angel:
That legendary pair was the reason we were able to keep up our investigation. That's why we're so shocked over how it turned out...
Phoenix:
You mean, with the forging of the evidence?
Angel:
Don't get me wrong. Joe Darke got what he deserved. Still, it was obvious the evidence produced in court was being manipulated. Items our team never found would suddenly appear, while other items were kept secret.
Ema:
But you didn't have proof anything illegal was done...
Angel:
I'm proof enough of what happened.
Ema:!
Angel:
After that case, all of us save Goodman were relieved of our duties... most without even so much as an explanation. Then Lana Skye transferred to the Prosecutor's Office and became Chief Prosecutor.
Ema:
Lana always wanted to be a prosecutor.
Angel:
Nothing's quite as simple as it appears.
Ema:
Huh?
Angel:
Lana Skye was merely being used as a pawn. That's my take on the matter.
Phoenix:
She was being used?
Legendary duo (appears after Darke investigation)
Angel:
Damon Gant and Lana Skye... Two years ago Gant was Chief Detective, and Lana second in command. They were the best.
Ema:
They solved all kinds of cases together, didn't they?
Angel:
Damon Gant's magnetism in particular was almost unreal.
Phoenix:
His "magnetism"?
Angel:
By that I mean his ability to attract evidence. He'd produce the most incredible evidence in the cases he handled.
Phoenix:
("Incredible evidence"? You mean...)
Angel:
Oh, yes. There were rumors about him even back then. No one dared confront him, though.
Phoenix:
(I take it she's talking about forged evidence.)
Angel:
Back then, everyone looked up to Lana. All the detectives wanted to be like her.
Ema:! Really?
Angel:
Oh yes... myself included. I was a fool, really. She hated anything crooked, and always watched out for the other detectives. That's why she was so concerned for Jake.
Ema:
Mr. Marshall...
Angel:
When Jake's brother was murdered, she felt as if she had lost her own brother. If it wasn't for her, I don't think Jake would ever have recovered from his shock. That's what makes it all the more infuriating.
Ema:
Ms. Starr...
Angel:
That's why... I'll never be able to forgive her. Why did she have to turn so cold after that...?
Ema:
...
Being "used" (appears after After case closed)
Phoenix:
Lana transferred to the Prosecutor's Office two years ago, didn't she?
Angel:
Yes, thanks to "Chief" Gant's powerful influence.
Ema:
Chief...
Angel:
That's right. Having solved the SL-9 case, his position as chief was secured. There was only one thing left for him to control, and then no one could stand in his way: the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
What? You mean... That's why Lana was transferred!?
Angel:
If he could control the Chief Prosecutor, he could control the Prosecutor's Office. That must have been his goal all along.
Ema:
B-but how could he control Lana?
Angel:
I don't know, but one thing's for sure. Ever since that case ended, she's never been the same. It's only logical to conclude... there must have been a reason for her change.
Phoenix:
(At last... I'm finally getting close to the bottom of this ugly mess.) Thank you, Ms. Starr.
Angel:
You listen to me, Rookie. It takes more than just ingredients to create fine cuisine. I hope you turn out to be a better chef than I've been...
Present
Anything
Angel:
I don't have anything else to tell you.
Ema:
Ms. Starr...
Angel:
The only thing I can give you now, is a poppyseed rice set.
Phoenix:
(Talk about cheap...)
Angel:
Eat this, and maybe you'll be able to tell black from white in court tomorrow.
Police Dept. Entrance
(Clearing "Prosecutor trophy" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
February 24
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
February 24Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Gumshoe:
Oh, you're back.
Phoenix:
You're still here?
Gumshoe:
I gotta make 150 copies of these files. Brewing coffee, copying files... I'm turning into a regular DJ!
Ema:
You're a "DJ" as well?
Phoenix:
If I'm not mistaken, I think he means "Desk Jockey."
Ema:
... Oh, that DJ...
Gumshoe:
I gotta admire your persistency, but my answer's still no.
Ema:
?
Gumshoe:
I'm not letting you in the Chief's office, period. It'd be my neck on the line.
Phoenix:
(That office is the last crime scene in the SL-9 Incident. I have to take a look in there!)
Ema:
There's got to be something we can do to make the Detective change his mind.
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"Oh, Francesca. You're more lovely than a marsupial in... Quiet, Jean Marc. Words will just spoil the moment. Now hold me close..." Yes, this approach allows for much more intrigue.
Phoenix:
... It seems he's given up on the mystery genre.
Present
Prosecutor Trophy
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's it! That's the "King of Prosecutors" award that Mr. Edgeworth got the other day!
Phoenix:
Were you at the awards ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Of course, pal! I got an award for diligence, myself.
Phoenix:
Ah... congratulations.
Ema:
Say, this design's based on an old Chinese parable, right?
Gumshoe:
Uh, yeah! Everyone knows that! There was this, uh... dragon, yeah, that's it. A dragon! He had a thing for shields, see...?
Phoenix:
That's not exactly the version we heard.
Ema:
No, but this one sounds more exciting!
Gumshoe:
Anyway, it gets kind of gory after that. I'll spare you the details.
Letter of Resignation
Leads to:
"What's this crumpled up piece of paper?"
Gumshoe:
What's this crumpled up piece of paper? ...... N--no way! Mr. Edgeworth can't be serious!
Phoenix:
Is he ever not serious?
Gumshoe:
I can't believe they've pushed him this far...
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth really feels responsible.
Gumshoe:
At first I thought he was as cold as ice, but now I know different! He trusted us detectives to provide him with sound evidence, but we just... we betrayed him!
Ema:
Detective...
Gumshoe:
......... That's it. I've made up my mind!
Ema:
But...
Gumshoe:
Here, take my ID card.
Phoenix:
We can't do that. If someone found out...
Ema:
they wouldn't let you off the hook with another lost item report!
Gumshoe:
Look at me. It's no secret I'm already out of the loop. After all, I'm friends with Mr. Edgeworth. Depending on how this case turns out, I may already be as good as terminated...
Phoenix:
(What...?)
Gumshoe:
So at least let me do this... for Mr. Edgeworth's sake!
Phoenix:
All right, Detective. Thank you.
Gumshoe's ID tucked swiftly into your pocket.
Examine evidence
Identification on Gumshoe's ID
Ema:
Detective Gumshoe isn't very photogenic, is he?
Phoenix:
Whatever you do, just don't say that to his face.
Ema:
Look, his eyes are half shut!
Phoenix:
Yeah... and his mouth is half open.
Ema:
Hey! Each of his shirt buttons is off a notch!
Phoenix:
And he's got the narrow end of his tie in front. ... I think this goes beyond being a "photogenic" issue.
Move
Chief's Office
Leads to:
February 24
Police Department
Chief's Office
February 24Police DepartmentChief's Office
Ema:
Here goes, Mr. Wright.
*click*
*beep*
Ema:
Open sesame. If anyone finds us now,
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe's a goner.
Gumshoe:
If that happens, I'm counting on you to bail me out!
Ema:
EEEEEEEEK!
Gumshoe:
GAAAAAAAAH!
Ema:
Sorry, I thought you were a ghost.
Gumshoe:
I didn't even know you could slap a ghost.
Phoenix:
AAAAH! Detective Gumshoe! What are you doing sneaking up on us like that!?
Gumshoe:
I-I-I wasn't "sneaking." I was just worried something might go wrong... so I came too.
Phoenix:
If you're here, then what's the point in giving us your ID card!?
Crumpled Gumshoe's ID Card in pocket.
Gumshoe:
Hey, don't do that to my card!
Gumshoe:
I hardly ever get a chance to come in here, so I figured I'd have a look around myself! Besides, we're all in this together now.
Ema:
You really do want to get fired, don't you?
Gumshoe:
Not if we're lucky. Now come on, let's see what we can find out!
Phoenix:
(I've got a bad feeling about this...)
Examine (left side)
Left window
Gumshoe:
Look at that giant window... Makes you want to crash through it and jump outside.
Phoenix:
Uh, this is the 15th floor.
Gumshoe:
I know! I was just saying...
Phoenix:
(Saying what?)
Gumshoe:
Ever since making detective, I've always dreamed about doing something like that.
Ema:
Note to Self: Detective Gumshoe has a lot of dreams...
Phoenix:
So long as he doesn't go crashing through that window when he gets fired.
Ema:
Don't say that!
Shelves
Phoenix:
These shelves are mostly empty. Lana must have cleaned them out when she transferred over to the Prosecutor's Office. There's a small picture frame on the left shelf.
Ema:
Hey! This is when Lana and I went to that theme park... ...
Picture
Ema:
This was taken on that day two years ago.
Phoenix:
(The day Joe Darke ran out of the questioning room and tried to kill Ema...)
Gumshoe:
After receiving his award trophy, Mr. Marshall took a picture here, then went along with Chief Gant to question Darke. I bet he never knew he'd be dead just a few hours later...
Phoenix:
(Gee, you think?)
Lana's desk
Phoenix:
This was Lana's desk. It sure is tidy.
Ema:
Lana's always been a meticulous cleaner.
Phoenix:
There's not even any dust on it! Looks like someone's still keeping it clean. Does Lana ever come back here?
Gumshoe:
No. Chief Gant must still keep it clean in memory of their partnership. They were the stuff legends are made of!
Phoenix:
(Does he keep it in memory of her, or in memory of the crime...?)
Organ
Gumshoe:
The Chief's organ sure is a sight to behold. Occasionally we hear him playing it from the Criminal Affairs department.
Phoenix:
(That's on the 2nd floor, and this is the 15th!)
Gumshoe:
When a detective screws up, the Chief calls him to his office... and makes him listen to the organ for hours.
Ema:
What's so bad about that? Music soothes the soul!
Gumshoe:
After that, the detective can't hear anything for days except for the ringing in his ears.
Phoenix:
(So it's an instrument of punishment... literally.)
Ema:
But aren't the Chief's ears affected?
Gumshoe:
... He never listens to anyone anyway.
Phoenix:
(That's besides the point...)
Floor
Ema:
This mark looks like some kind of flower.
Gumshoe:
Word is, it's designed after the insignia on the prosecutor's badge.
Phoenix:
"Prosecutor's badge"...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, like the one hanging from your collar.
Phoenix:
What!? They have badges too!?
Gumshoe:
The design's supposed to portray the severity of the punishment system.
Ema:
Now that you mention it, it does look all pointy and kind of painful.
Phoenix:
But Mr. Edgeworth never wears a badge.
Gumshoe:
That's because he's a sharp dresser. A badge like that wouldn't go too well with his outfit.
Ema:
So sharp dressers don't need to wear badges?
Gumshoe:
I guess everyone just kind of lets it slide.
Phoenix:
(I don't see how that's supposed to signify severe punishment...)
Examine (right side)
Safe
Phoenix:
This is a safe, isn't it?
Gumshoe:
"Safe"... that word is ripe with intrigue!
Phoenix:
Uh, okay. If you say so...
Ema:
It looks like a code needs to be entered in this panel to open it.
Phoenix:
(A seven-digit number. I think I just might know what it is...)
Input number
Leads to:
"Do you know what it is?"
Don't touch it
Phoenix:
(I'm not sure what will happen if we enter the wrong code. I'd better wait until I find something more definite.)
Ema:
A seven-digit number... Didn't we see one of those somewhere?
Gumshoe:
How about we try entering my birth date?
Gumshoe:
Do you know what it is?
Phoenix:
I have a hunch...
Gumshoe:
Oh, I know! You want to try my birth date? It's...
Phoenix:
(I have a better idea. Here goes nothing.)
Input code.
Input 7777777
Leads to:
"Code confirmed. Access granted."
Input any number else
Code input error.
Ema:
I guess that wasn't it.
Phoenix:
I was so sure that was the number!
Ema:
Maybe we should check the Court Record again!
Phoenix:
(A seven-digit number...)
Leads back into code input
Code confirmed. Access granted.
Phoenix:
Bingo.
Ema:
What number did you enter!?
Gumshoe:
Whose birthday was that, pal?
Phoenix:
"7777777." The final ID card number on that record.
Ema:
What?
Phoenix:
The number of the mysterious "executive officer" who entered the room that day.
Gumshoe:
You mean, "Sevensevensevensevensevenseven"? That ID number!?
Phoenix:
I think you're one "seven" shy this time. This can only mean one thing: That's Chief Gant's ID number!
Ema:
Say... Anyone care to look inside?
Safe (after unlocking it)
Gumshoe:
Is there any money in there? How much does he have stashed away!?
Ema:
Look! It's a... a...
Gumshoe:
a shard from a broken cup.
Phoenix:
(This somehow looks familiar. Where have I seen this before...?)
Ema:
There's something else in here too.
Phoenix:
What's this? It looks like a piece of leather cloth...
Ema:
This is a handprint, isn't it?
Gumshoe:
Hey! I saw someone wearing a shirt like that once! You think the Chief made up the design?
Ema:
Uh... I don't think so.
Gumshoe:
Oh. Well, it was just a thought.
Ema:
Is that it? This is all that was in the safe?
Phoenix:
Apparently so. It's empty now.
Gumshoe:
A piece of cloth with a handprint on it, and a broken shard from a cup.
Phoenix:
They look like pieces of evidence,
Gumshoe:
but unless you can prove they have something to do with this case, I'm afraid I can't just let you take them. After all, it's my neck on the line here!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now I have to prove their "relevancy" to get them. How are these two items related to the SL-9 Incident?)
Ema:
Come on! There's got to be something we can show the detective!
Safe (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
This is a safe, isn't it?
Gumshoe:
"Safe"... that word is ripe with intrigue!
Phoenix:
Uh, okay. If you say so...
Gant's desk
Ema:
Wow! Look at the size of Chief Gant's desk!
Phoenix:
(Speaking of that, when we were here earlier...)
Gant:
Oh, it's you two.
Phoenix:
Chief Gant! (He put that paper he was reading in his desk.)
Phoenix:
I wonder what he was reading?
Gumshoe:
This looks like a list of evidence... used in a case.
Phoenix:
A list of evidence?
Gumshoe:
In most cases the list runs twice as long as this.
Ema:
Hey, look at the case name!
Gumshoe:
Huh? "SL-9 Incident"! I wonder what this is doing here...
Phoenix:
Hold on, Detective! What did you just say?
Gumshoe:
I said, "I wonder what..."
Phoenix:
No, about evidence lists. Normally they're twice as long?
Gumshoe:
That's right. I guess there wasn't a lot of evidence.
Phoenix:
(A half-sized list of evidence...)
Edgeworth:
That list of evidence. It seems too short. Most lists... run twice as long.
Phoenix:
(What would the other half of the list be doing here?)
Ema:
I knew it! The Chief must be hiding something about that case!
Phoenix:
It would appear so.
Evidence List added to the Court Record.
Gant's desk (subsequent times)
Ema:
Wow! Look at the size of Chief Gant's desk!
Phoenix:
We found this inside the drawer. A list of evidence from the SL-9 Incident.
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth had the other half of that list!
Phoenix:
(What would this list be doing here...? We'd better look a little more into this list.)
Suit of armor
Phoenix:
This is the real deal, isn't it? This armor and these weapons?
Gumshoe:
Sure is, pal. The Chief doesn't care for imitations.
Phoenix:
First the pipe organ, now this armor... Do you know how many taxpayer dollars must have gone into this room?
Ema:
What? You mean we're paying for this!? That's it. I'm not paying one cent of my taxes!
Phoenix:
(You don't have any taxes to pay.)
Gumshoe:
Ssh! Be careful of what you say! Who knows? The Chief may be hiding in this armor as we speak!
Phoenix:
I don't think he'd fit in there.
Ema:
Even if he did, he'd never be able to get back out.
Gumshoe:
Cut it out! You guys don't know how scary that guy can be!
Right window
Ema:
You can see pretty far from 15 stories up. If you were to drop that suit of armor from here...
Gumshoe:
At first the Chief wanted to use stained glass for this window.
Ema:
Really? Why didn't he?
Gumshoe:
They say he changed his mind because he wouldn't be able to see the view.
Ema:
Oh.
Phoenix:
(Stained glass or not, it's a huge window...)
Talk
The Chief's office
Phoenix:
That desk on the other side of the room... Was that your sister's?
Ema:
Yes. That's where I was waiting for Lana... on that day two years ago.
Phoenix:
Is anyone using it now?
Gumshoe:
No sir. This is entirely Chief Gant's office now.
Gumshoe:
He practices a strict policy of "preserving the crime scene."
Phoenix:
(That's a strange reason to leave it there...)
Gumshoe:
He leaves it as a warning to everyone else. He wants us to always be alert. He told us so himself at our New Year's party. Of course, he was pretty intoxicated at the time.
Phoenix:
I see.
Ema:
So ever since Lana left, no one ever touches that desk?
Gumshoe:
No one except Chief Gant... and the cleaning lady who's in here each morning.
Phoenix:
(Still, two years have passed since that incident. There can't possibly be any clues remaining.)
Chief Gant
Gumshoe:
Can I ask you something?
Phoenix:
Sure.
Gumshoe:
You only came here to look around, right? Because it's one of the SL-9 crime scenes. I mean, that's your only reason for coming here, isn't it?
Phoenix:
... Why do you ask?
Gumshoe:
You don't think... Nah! You wouldn't be... No. ... No, there's no way. Never mind. Don't worry about it.
Phoenix:
Okay. Now then, let's look around a bit more.
Gumshoe:
Hey, hold on! Not so fast, buddy!
Phoenix:
Huh? What is it?
Gumshoe:
When someone tells you "don't worry about it," it's supposed to start bothering you, pal! You don't just let it go at that!
Phoenix:
S-sorry. (This guy's starting to get on my nerves.) Okay, so what's bothering you?
Gumshoe:
You two don't think... Chief Gant... might be a suspect, do you?
Ema:
What!? Yeah, Mr. Wright! What do we think of him?
Phoenix:
(Chief Gant... So it's finally come to this. What do I think of him? Perhaps it's best I don't divulge my feelings... yet.)
Gumshoe:
There he goes, ignoring me again.
Present
Switchblade Knife
Phoenix:
This knife belonged to the murdered, Joe Darke, right?
Gumshoe:
You bet. If it wasn't for that piece of evidence, he wouldn't have been found guilty! The broken tip of the knife was found inside the victim's body.
Phoenix:
(Ever since that case was solved, this knife's been in Detective Goodman's locker. How could it have possibly gotten to Mr. Edgeworth's car?)
Ema:
Not only that, but it was wrapped in Lana's scarf.
Gumshoe:
What's even more mysterious, is whether that's called a "scarf," or a "muffler." Answer me that, pal!
Fingerprinting Set (after examining unlocked safe, before matching fingerprints)
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe. I'd like you to have a look at this.
Gumshoe:
Hey, I know what that is! So, you want to take some fingerprints?
Ema:
That's a great idea, Detective!
Gumshoe:
All right, go to town. Sheesh! ...
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
What are you doing? Why are you sticking out your hand like that?
Gumshoe:
Go ahead. Take my fingerprints.
Ema:
... Um, it's not your fingerprints we want to take.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Come on, this isn't the time for jokes. We're talking about that cloth we found in the safe!
Gumshoe:
Oh! Heh heh! I knew that. The one with the hand print on it, right? Sheesh, where's your sense of humor?
Ema:
Okay, Mr. Wright. Let's check for prints! Sprinkle the powder on the cloth, then, once they've been absorbed into the prints, blow the rest away!
Phoenix:
(What are you, my mom? I don't have to be told a million times.) All right, let's get this over with!
Thumb, pointer, ring, or pinky finger
Obtain incomplete print
Phoenix:
Hmm... I gave it my best shot.
Ema:
That kind of result won't be any good for matching prints, will it?
Phoenix:
But it doesn't look like we'll get a clearer result from this print.
Ema:
Ok, let's try a different finger, then!
Leads back to finger selection
Middle finger
Obtain fingerprint
Compare Ema Skye profile
Comparing...Comparison complete.
Match found.
Leads to:
"(No... How can this be!?)"
Compare anyone else
Comparing...Comparison complete.
No matches found.
Ema:
No, that doesn't match.
Phoenix:
It looks like we're out of clues this time.
Ema:
Yeah... But it was inside the Chief's safe.
Phoenix:
Right, along with that shard.
Ema:
So that means it's got to have something to do with that incident!
Phoenix:
(The one that happened right here in this room... She's right! We should check the fingerprints of everyone who was in here that day!)
Gumshoe:
The way I see it, there's a higher power at work here. You just gotta have faith.
Leads back to profile selection
Phoenix:
(No... How can this be!? What are Ema's fingerprints doing here!?)
Ema:
Hey, you found a match? Whose fingerprints were they!?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, uh... it seems the prints are too old. They aren't clear enough to get a match.
Ema:
Oh... That's too bad. I thought they'd be Darke's prints.
Gumshoe:
Psst! Hey you. Over here. What's going on here? What are that kid's prints doing inside the Chief's safe?
Phoenix:
Don't ask me! Let's just keep this information from Ema for now.
Gumshoe:
... Here. Maybe you should hold onto this.
Strip of Cloth folded and added to the Court Record.
Unstable Jar (before examining unlocked safe)
Gumshoe:
Now I know where I saw that before... It was right here!
Phoenix:
"Here"? You mean, in the Chief's office? 
Gumshoe:
If I recall, it used to sit right on top of that shelf... two years ago. I used to stare at it while being forced to listen to that organ.
Ema:
You would stare at it?
Gumshoe:
I'd try to use my telepathy to knock it over. 
Phoenix:
Your telepathy... 
Ema:
Hey, there it is! Right there in that picture, see?
Phoenix:
Oh yeah.
Unstable Jar (after examining unlocked safe)
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe. Could you have another look at this jar?
Gumshoe:
All of us put that back together. Oh, those were the days...
Phoenix:
(It's kind of early to be nostalgic.)
Ema:
Wasn't this jar a piece of evidence from that case?
Gumshoe:
That's right. One of the shards had an "SL-9 Incident" sticker on it.
Phoenix:
Doesn't this ring any bells? You know, that fragment we just found?
Gumshoe:
You mean this one, that was in the safe?
Ema:
Yes, that one... that was in the safe.
Gumshoe:
... ! Now that you mention it, it's ringing a lot of bells! Let's see if it fits!
Assemble fragments
Leads to:
"Here, let me see that shard. I'll take a crack at this."
Leave it be for now
Phoenix:
Maybe we shouldn't do this right now.
Gumshoe:
What!? Look, bud. You don't get someone all worked up, then just leave them hanging! You're as bad as that girl I met back when I was 16...
Ema:
Sixteen... That's the same age I am. I wonder what happened?
Phoenix:
(It's hard to imagine Detective Gumshoe had a childhood.)
Ema:
Well, if we don't do it now, then let's at least do it later!
Phoenix:
Here, let me see that shard. I'll take a crack at this.
Gumshoe:
Go ahead, pal. Show us what a rookie can do!
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Here's some glue!
Phoenix:
(If I can piece this together again... it'll prove Chief Gant was knowingly hiding evidence! Here goes...)
Combine available pieces
Leads to:
"There! It fits like a charm. That of course means..."
Back
Phoenix:
I don't get it! This piece doesn't fit anywhere in this jar!
Ema:
What? But it has to!
Phoenix:
Well, I need a breather. I'll try it again later.
Ema:
If you don't, I'll switch your eyedrops with my special solution!
Phoenix:
There! It fits like a charm. That of course means... Chief Gant willingly and knowingly hid a piece of this jar in his safe.
Ema:!
Phoenix:
In other words, he concealed a piece of evidence from the SL-9 Incident.
Ema:
But...
Gumshoe:
Hey guys! Get a load of this!
Phoenix:
What is it?
Gumshoe:
This piece you just attached... it's different from the others!
Ema:
There's a reddish line on it!
Phoenix:
(A reddish line... That's blood!)
Gumshoe:
I don't get it! Why would Chief Gant hide this in his safe?
The Unstable Jar data has been updated.
Unstable Jar (after completion)
Gumshoe:
I feel a lot better now that this jar's complete.
Ema:
But it only raises another question: What was a piece of it doing in the Chief's safe?
Gumshoe:
More importantly, why wasn't there any money in there? Isn't that what safes are for anyway!?
Phoenix:
(I have a feeling the outcome of tomorrow's trial just might hinge on this...)
Evidence List
Ema:
That's what the Chief was reading before, isn't it? You know, when we first came in here?
Phoenix:
Yeah. It looks like the right side of the form's been torn off.
Ema:
So Mr. Edgeworth's list really was only half of the whole thing!
Gumshoe:
Something else is buggin' me more than that. Take a look at the back of that form, pal.
Phoenix:
(The back...?)
Strip of Cloth
Phoenix:
What is this strip of cloth, anyway?
Gumshoe:
It's smooth, and sort of feels like vinyl. I think I've felt something like this before... ... Nah, I can't remember.
Phoenix:
It seems this is becoming a habit with you.
Gumshoe:
I can't keep anything in my head lately!
Ema:
Note to Self: Detective Gumshoe is going senile.
Phoenix:
(Ema's fingerprints were found on this cloth. I have a bad feeling about this...)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
If I'm fired, I won't be able to give you any information! So that's why I have to get it all out of my system now! You understand, don't you?
Ema:
Don't be so negative, Detective! We do want you to share your information, though.
Gumshoe:
Oh, who am I fooling? I've never had anything useful to share to begin with.
Ema:
Argh! Got... to stay... positive!
Spray luminol
Floor behind Lana's desk
Ema:
Whoa! This area must have been covered in blood!
Phoenix:
Is this from that incident?
Ema:
It must be. When Prosecutor Neil Marshall was murdered. Two years have passed, so the reaction's kind of dull.
Phoenix:
(So a murder really did take place here.)
Examine evidence
Bloodstain on Unstable Jar (after completion)
Ema:
Hey, look here! It's hard to make out, but there's a dark red stain here.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Looks like blood.
Ema:
This piece the Chief has is different, though. The blood stains on the other pieces are just spots, but this one's a line!
Phoenix:
(That is odd...)
Back of Evidence List
Phoenix:
I wonder what this is? (It looks like someone drew some kind of sketch here!)
Ema:
What is it? Did you find something?
Phoenix:
(I can't make it out. I'd better keep quiet about it for now.) Huh? Oh. No, it's nothing.
Ema:
Why are your eyes moving about like that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(I'd better not forget about this picture!)
Handprint on Strip of Cloth
Ema:
This is a handprint, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Someone left behind an oil stain on the fabric. Whoever it was, they must have had a really oily hand.
Ema:
Mr. Wright, think about it scientifically!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
A more likely explanation is... the person slipped and fell on a freshly waxed floor, getting wax all over their hand.
Phoenix:
Well, that would account for this amount of oil I guess. (I don't see what's so "scientific" about it though.)
Ema:
It happens, you know. I always slip on the floors at school after they're waxed.
(Examining Gant's desk, clearing all "Talk" options, fingerprinting Strip of Cloth, and completing Unstable Jar leads to:)
Gumshoe:
Well? Was I any help?
Phoenix:
Of course! Thanks to your ID card, we were able to get some hard evidence.
???:
Now that's not very kind, is it? In other words, if it wasn't for his ID card, he would have been useless...
Gant:
Isn't that right, you in the coat?
Ema:
EEEEEEEK!
Gumshoe:
C-Chief Gant!
Phoenix:
We didn't think you'd be back so soon.
Gant:
Fortunately I'm a man who believes in signs. As I was walking to my meeting, I happened to look out a window and saw a stray dog run right into a pole. Just then I thought of a certain detective.
Gumshoe:
Do you mean... m-me, sir?
Gant:
Now then, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you all to leave.
Ema:
Y-yes sir! Sorry...
Gant:
Oh, you in the coat.
Gumshoe:
Me, sir!?
Gant:
Drop off your ID on the way out. You won't be needing it anymore.
Gumshoe:
But sir...
Gant:
Now get out!
Gumshoe:
Y-y-yes sir!
Phoenix:
We'll be on our way too, then.
Gant:
Wait. You, the one without the spiky hair. Don't go yet.
Ema:
M-me, sir!?
Gant:
I'd like a word with you.
Ema:
But sir! I'm not a licensed scientific investigator yet!
Gant:
You with the spiky hair. You're free to go.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright!!!
Police Dept. Entrance
Gumshoe:
Look, pal! If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times...
Examine evidence
Bloodstain on Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
The dark red stains must be blood traces from the incident two years ago. Only the fragment found in Chief Gant's office still has lines remaining on it.
Back of Evidence List
Phoenix:
A picture is drawn on the back of the evidence list in magic marker. I've got a very bad feeling about this...
Handprint on Strip of Cloth
Phoenix:
A clear handprint can be seen on the leather cloth. The print belongs to Ema... I think I'll keep this information to myself.
Gumshoe:
The Chief's office is off limits! But no, you just had to go sneaking in there like that, didn't you!?
Phoenix:
I thought you said you didn't care anymore if you were fired.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but if I knew it'd be like this, I never would've said it!
Phoenix:
(Now that I've seen the evidence Chief Gant was hiding in his office... I think I'm finally starting to get the picture... It's hard to believe anyone could keep quiet about it all this time...)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, you listenin' to me!? I'm gonna try to smooth things over with the Chief again! Later, pal!
Phoenix:
After that, I heard from Ema. She said the police want to ask her some questions, so she'll be busy for the rest of the day...
February 24Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Lana:
I see. So the Chief asked Ema to come in for questioning...
Phoenix:
It's no use thinking about it. Tomorrow's the final day in court. I'm committed to doing everything I can to defend you, which is why I'm here.
Lana:
But I've already told you all I can...
Phoenix:
What you've told me over these past couple of days... is absolutely nothing. Not a single, useful thing.
Lana:
Really? I believe I did mention something quite important. Something I told you right at the beginning. I said that I was the one who stabbed Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
You know, I think I've finally figured it out... Who it is you're hiding behind those words.
Lana:
... Mia did a good job mentoring you. I'm rather jealous...
Phoenix:!
Lana:
It seems Edgeworth was right.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...?
Lana:
Once you're convinced you know something, no one can persuade you otherwise. "Thick headed" is the term he used, I believe.
Phoenix:
(Now's my chance to get her to tell me the rest of the story!)
Talk
Keeping quiet
Phoenix:
I have to admit I was more than a little perplexed at first. You insisted you "did it," yet there was no incriminating evidence. That's when it hit me. It's not that you're unwilling to tell the truth, it's that you're incapable of doing so, because of a certain individual.
Lana:
What an intriguing notion. A certain, "individual," you say? So you think I'm... protecting this person?
Phoenix:
Protecting? No. I think "afraid of" is more like it.
Lana:!
Phoenix:
If I'm not mistaken, the person in question may have persuaded you to silence.
Lana:
... For argument's sake, Mr. Wright, whom may I ask is this person you're speaking of? The one I am supposedly so "frightened" of? What is this person's name?
Present Damon Gant profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Well, Ms. Skye?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The person whom you fear... is this!
Lana:
To be honest, there's someone a bit scarier.
Phoenix:
W-who would that be?
Lana:
Why you, of course.
Phoenix:
Me?
Lana:
Yes. You seriously believe what you're saying, don't you? Now that's scary.
Phoenix:
I, uh...
Lana:
You seem to have the makings of a criminal in you, what with all your fallacious accusations. Care to spend tonight in the next cell?
Phoenix:
(If you ask me, you're the scary one...)
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Skye?
Lana:
... Mr. Wright. You are addressing the Chief Prosecutor. Do not forget your place.
Phoenix:
(I take it she's still not ready to spill the beans.)
Lana:
My apologies. Could you please tell me a bit more about the circumstances?
Damon Gant (appears after Keeping quiet)
Lana:
We were partners until two years ago. I respected him as a detective.
Phoenix:
Assuming he is respectable, then tell me something... Why would he try to hide his crimes?
Lana:
His "crimes"...?
Phoenix:
Both you and Edgeworth will be brought before a board of inquiry for what you did. Specifically, hiding and forging evidence.
Lana:
Of course, these are serious offenses...
Phoenix:
Why is it, though, that Chief Gant's name was never mentioned?
Lana:
Chief Gant...?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth didn't know the truth behind the forgery. The only party who could have possible ([sic]) investigated that evidence was...
Lana:
Me. I had access because I was second in command of that investigation.
Phoenix:
Yes you, but also one other: Damon Gant.
Lana:
... If you intend to accuse Chief Gant, you'll need more than just words. Show me proof that Chief Gant falsified evidence in that case!
Present Unstable Jar or Evidence List
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I just found this in a safe in the Chief's office."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
You want proof of the Chief's wrongdoings? Here it is!
Lana:
That "evidence" proves someone is doing something wrong all right, but it's not the Chief.
Phoenix:
W-who would that be?
Lana:
Why you, of course.
Phoenix:
Me?
Lana:
Yes. You seriously believe what you're saying, don't you? Now that's scary.
Phoenix:
I, uh...
Lana:
You seem to have the makings of a criminal in you, what with all your fallacious accusations. Care to spend tonight in the next cell?
Phoenix:
(If you ask me, you're the scary one...)
Phoenix:
I just found this in a safe in the Chief's office. This jar piece, and this strip of cloth. Do you know what these are? They're pieces of evidence from the SL-9 Incident!
Lana:
I...
Phoenix:
The person concealing evidence was none other than Chief Gant himself. Now tell me! Why are you taking all the blame for him!?
Lana:
... Touché, Mr. Wright. It's as you surmised. I cannot disobey the Chief's orders... even if it means being found guilty for murder.
Phoenix:
Why not?
Lana:
Come now, Mr. Wright. You can't possibly expect me to be able to tell you that. Three days ago... I had no choice but to cooperate.
Phoenix:
(In the murder of Detective Goodman!)
Lana:
Or perhaps I should say, "follow orders." Yes, that's more accurate than "cooperate."
"Orders" (appears after Damon Gant)
Lana:
Although I can't tell you the details, I can say that I was given an order that day.
"I need you to dispose of Bruce Goodman's body. You'll find it inside the trunk of Miles Edgeworth's car."
Phoenix:
Just as I suspected. Despite what everyone believes... you were not the one who murdered Detective Goodman!
Lana:
Correct. I was trying to take the body out of Edgeworth's car. The trunk was broken. I discovered that murder weapon while inspecting the body.
Phoenix:
The murder weapon... You mean, Edgeworth's knife?
Lana:
No. When I found the body, this was the knife stuck in it.
Phoenix:
(The knife from the SL-9 Incident... serial killer Joe Darke's knife!)
Lana:
I couldn't just leave that knife in him, so I took it out and stabbed him with another knife.
Phoenix:
That would be Edgeworth's knife?
Lana:
That's right. Even though he was already dead, my hands were shaking at the thought of stabbing him. That's why I ended up cutting my hand.
Phoenix:
And that is the reason for the bandage on your right hand?
Lana:
Yes. It seems that I got blood on the victim's shoes as well. And then... she saw me just as I plunged the knife in.
Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr...) Why did you need to hide Darke's knife so badly?
Darke's Knife (appears after "Orders")
Leads to:
"It took a lot of work to finally close the Darke case two years ago."
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
(Showing evidence isn't going to do me any good now. I've got to get Lana to tell me everything she's hiding!)
Lana:
Mr. Wright. You're evolving by leaps and bounds. I'm starting to see the hunger in your eyes.
Move
Phoenix:
I need to hear what Lana has to say. Then I can finish up the investigation.
Lana:
It took a lot of work to finally close the Darke case two years ago. It was over with. I didn't ever want it to be opened again. My intent was to prevent that by whatever means possible.
Phoenix:
So... you hid Darke's knife?
Lana:
The weapon used to stab the detective was evidence in the Joe Darke case... If word got out, which it would, the reporters would have a field day with that.
Phoenix:
So you wrapped the knife in your scarf, and hid it. In Edgeworth's exhaust pipe...
Lana:
Right. Then I called my sister, to tell her what happened, and to ask her to hide the knife that was inside my muffler.
Phoenix:
You asked Ema?
Lana:
I didn't want anyone on the force to know about this.
Phoenix:
(That would explain why Ema is so confident... about Lana's innocence!)
Lana:
Speaking of phone calls, I had a bad feeling about one of them that day.
Phoenix:
A bad feeling?
Lana:
The truth is, after I received those orders from Chief Gant. The first thing I did was make a phone call. A phone call to Patrolman Jake Marshall.
Phoenix:
To Marshall? Why on earth would you call him?
Lana:
The lead investigator for the SL-9 Incident had been murdered. I wanted that fact to be kept hidden, and I needed help. He was the only other person I could trust. Or at least, I thought I could trust him at the time. However, it seems that after I spoke to him he went off on an escapade of his own...
Phoenix:
Oh! You mean...
Lana:
Not wanting the case to die, he decided to take things into his own hands.
Phoenix:
(He disguised himself as Officer Goodman and tried to steal the evidence!)
Lana:
He had already stolen the ID card... but it seems he still hadn't made up his mind to break into the evidence room. After my phone call, any remaining doubts he had must have disappeared.
Phoenix:
So your phone call caused the incident in the evidence room!?
Lana:
I'm afraid that's all I can tell you.
Phoenix:
But Lana...
Lana:
You've earned my respect, Mr. Wright. Both as a defense attorney and an investigator. Now please... Don't pursue this any further in court tomorrow!
Phoenix:
(Tomorrow's trial... There's only one way to drive off Lana's demons...)
Phoenix:
(I've got to get to the bottom of everything! Detective Goodman's real murderer... and what went down in the Chief's office two years ago...)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit fingerprint checking session
Phoenix:
(I think I'd like to try one of the other fingerprints.)
Ema:
Okay, let's move on to a different finger!
Rise from the Ashes
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February 25, 9:47 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
(This is the Defendant Lobby all right... but there's no defendant. I've been trying to reach Lana all morning. Where could she be? And where's Ema, for that matter? It almost seems as if...)
???:
Something's been happening behind the scenes...
Phoenix:
Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Knowing you, you've already figured it out... Who the owner of the "7777777" ID number is.
Phoenix:
Well... I have a pretty strong hunch. (Looks like I'm not the only one who's figured it out.)
Edgeworth:
You know, the only reason this trial didn't reach a verdict yesterday... is because there was still room for doubt on this ID record. If that number does belong to whom you suspect, then no doubt will remain. After all, he hasn't been officially charged with anything.
Phoenix:
True... Not yet.
Edgeworth:
In any event, once all doubt has been removed from that list, I can call for a ruling on the defendant. Five minutes after the trial starts... Lana will be found guilty.
Phoenix:
But she didn't do it!
Edgeworth:
I figured you'd say as much. That's why I came here... to hear what you have to say.
Phoenix:
(This is the first time he's ever done something like this...) Lana's hiding something, and the only way we'll ever know the truth... is to draw it out of her.
Edgeworth:
The "truth"?
Phoenix:
Everything goes back to the SL-9 Incident.
Edgeworth:
Don't be stupid! Today's the last day of the trial. We don't have time to reminisce about the past!
Phoenix:
That depends on you.
Edgeworth:
...!
Phoenix:
If she's found guilty, you'll lose your only chance to find out what really happened.
Edgeworth:
... I'll think about it. See you in court, Wright.
Phoenix:
(This is it. If I'm ever going to find out what Chief Gant has on her, it's now!)
February 25, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 9
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Normally this is when the prosecution puts forth its opening statement,
Edgeworth:
?
Judge:
but before that, the police chief has a proposal to make.
Phoenix:
(Chief Gant...!)
Gant:
Mornin' folks. How's everyone doing? Hey, Udgey. Been back to the pool yet?
Judge:
No, I've been drowning enough as it is in my work.
Gant:
Ho! That's a good one! Don't think I can top that!
Edgeworth:
If you don't mind me asking, Chief, exactly what is this "proposal" of yours?
Gant:
Lana... that is to say, the defendant, has asked me if she could speak directly to the court.
Phoenix:
(She wants to do what!?)
Gant:
Having heard what she intends to say, I feel she should be granted her request. In the end, it should save everyone a lot of time and trouble.
Edgeworth:
What's this all about, defendant?
Lana:
I'd just like to make one simple request, and I'll be finished.
Judge:
Well then? What's your request?
Lana:
Your Honor, I'd like you to put an immediate end to this trial.
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Lana:
I confess to all charges against me. On February 21 of this year, I murdered Detective Bruce Goodman... in the underground parking lot of the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
No, Lana!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You can't! Your Honor. The defendant's claim does not change the defense's plea!
Lana:
In that case, Mr. Wright, I no longer require your services.
Phoenix:
But Lana!
Lana:
Your Honor. I hereby forfeit my right to an attorney. The prosecution may lack direct evidence against me, but it has sufficiently proven its case through testimony and circumstantial evidence. I would like you to render your verdict now, if you please.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, the defendant certainly has the right to self representation... Her request is legally valid, although this is an unprecedented situation. Indeed, it appears there's no need to continue this trial... even if Mr. Wright may feel otherwise.
Phoenix:
(This can't be happening!)
Judge:
It appears the time for the verdict has arrived. This court finds the defendant...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
One moment, Your Honor.
Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has not yet proven the defendant guilty beyond reasonable doubt. Any ruling at this stage would certainly be premature.
Gant:
Come now, Worthy. I understand this is a difficult time for you, but why don't you just be a good little boy and keep your mouth shut, hmm?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I don't think I care for your tone... Chief Gant.
Gant:
What?
Edgeworth:
Creating another fabrication to cover up your past mistakes... Sorry, but I'm no longer the naive little "boy" you would have me be.
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
With this sudden confession from the defendant... It's obvious to me some kind of deal was struck behind the scenes.
Gant:
Some kind of "deal," hm? Not everyone operates as you do... Worthy.
Edgeworth:
... Hmph. I thought so. Your Honor. The prosecution would like to change its first witness.
Judge:
Oh? To whom...?
Edgeworth:
As its first witness, the prosecution would like to call... Ms. Ema Skye! I request the court hears her tesimony!
Hold it!
Lana:
Mr. Edgeworth! I am exercising my right to self representation. I don't think we need to contin-
Edgeworth:
I don't care what you think, Ms. Skye.
Lana:
...!
Edgeworth:
The exposure of truth sometimes results in tragedy... However! No matter how tragic the truth may be, it would be an even greater tragedy... to avert one's eyes from it.
Judge:
Very well. The court shall grant the prosecution's request. That's okay with you, right Chief Gant?
Gant:
Worthy... You'll live to regret this. Mark my words.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Ema Skye. Please take the stand.
Phoenix:
(Looks like Edgeworth has decided to take the horse by the reins!)
Edgeworth:
Now then, witness. Please state your name and occupation.
Ema:
Um... M-my name is Ema. Ema Skye. My occupation? I'm Lana's little sister, and I want to be a scientific investigator!
Edgeworth:
Two years ago... you encountered the serial killer Joe Darke, of the "Joe Darke Killings." Is this correct?
Ema:
Yes. I'm trying my hardest to forget about that, though...
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to recall those events one more time.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. Please remember this trial concerns the murder of Detective Goodman. Is an incident that was resolved two years ago really all that relevant?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It most certainly is.
Judge:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
W-well okay then!
Phoenix:
(He sure gave in fast...)
Edgeworth:
Now... please testify about what happened to you two years ago.
Phoenix:
(The trip to yesteryear has finally begun... It's bound to lead to the truth behind this trial!)
Witness Testimony
-- Two Years Ago --
Ema:
I was waiting in my sister's office that day.
A man came running in, and took me hostage.
Neil Marshall rescued me,
but I'll never forget what I saw that instant!
The man raised up his knife, and... and stabbed Mr. Marshall in the chest...!
Judge:
It's a good thing you weren't harmed.
Ema:
I passed out... I don't remember much.
Judge:
That's understandable. However... please tell me, Mr. Edgeworth. What does this testimony have to do with Detective Goodman's murder?
Edgeworth:
... That will soon become apparent, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(You've got to admire him for his courage, considering he has no evidence...)
Judge:
Very well! The defense may begin its cross examination.
Cross Examination
-- Two Years Ago --
Ema:
I was waiting in my sister's office that day.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Two years ago, the defendant was a detective at the Police Department, correct?
Ema:
Yes. She was second in command under Chief Detective Gant. My sister... She was the best detective ever!
Judge:
Yes, I remember. Chief Detective Gant and Ms. Skye used to be quite the pair.
Edgeworth:
I believe they shared the same office.
Ema:
That's right. I'd always sit at my sister's desk, and dream about playing that organ. I wanted to play it that day, too...
Edgeworth:
The Police Department and the Prosecutor's Office held a ceremony that day.
Ema:
Lana promised to take me to dinner after she finished her work.
Ema:
A man came running in, and took me hostage.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A "man"...?
Ema:
Yes, Joe Darke. He was a... a serial killer.
Edgeworth:
Joe Darke was brought in for questioning on the day of that ceremony. We were desperate to get anything on him that would lead to an arrest.
Judge:
When he saw his chance... he fled the room, right?
Edgeworth:
Upon fleeing the room, Darke proceeded to take the elevator. He must have been in a panic because the elevator was going up. Then he ran into Skye and Gant's office.
Ema:
There was a lot of noise coming from outside, so I... opened up the door to have a look. That's when I saw... Him.
Ema:
Neil Marshall rescued me,
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What was the prosecutor doing there?
Edgeworth:
That day, there were two people present during Darke's questioning: Detective Damon Gant, and Prosecutor Neil Marshall.
Phoenix:
(Gant was there too...?)
Edgeworth:
Neil Marshall had just received the King of Prosecutors award. Young and dedicated, he went straight to the questioning room after the ceremony.
Judge:
I assume that would also be why he was the first to run after Darke.
Ema:
When Darke grabbed me, I... I thought I was as good as dead.
Phoenix:
And that's when Prosecutor Marshall came running in?
Ema:
I... I don't clearly remember what happened then. But...
Ema:
but I'll never forget what I saw that instant!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Can you tell us about that?
Ema:
Mr. Marshall jumped on Darke. Just then... the lights went out.
Judge:
The lights?
Ema:
It was just about this time of year... There was a terrible storm going on, and lightning struck nearby.
Phoenix:
So the electricity went out?
Judge:
Wait a minute... If it was pitch dark in that room... you shouldn't have been able to see anything, right?
Ema:
Right, but just then lightning flashed again outside. That sudden flash left an unforgettable image of the scene in my mind...
Judge:
I see...
Ema:
I told the detective about what I saw then.
Phoenix:
The detective?
Ema:
Yes. Detective Goodman. He was in charge of the case.
Phoenix:
(Detective Bruce Goodman... The victim...)
Hear more
Leads to:
"So you spoke with Detective Goodman about this... two years ago."
Stop
Phoenix:
(Poor Ema. These memories are really torturing her. She's been through enough already.) Thank you, Ema. You don't have to go into that.
Edgeworth:
Now then, please tell us. This scene that imprinted an image in your mind... Can you please describe it to us?
Ema:
The man...
Phoenix:
So you spoke with Detective Goodman about this... two years ago.
Ema:
Yes. That's what's so scary about this trial.
Edgeworth:
And you told Detective Goodman about what you saw?
Ema:
Yes, but... at the time, the words just wouldn't come out. That's why I drew a picture.
Phoenix:
(A picture... Yes, I think she mentioned that before.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Have you heard enough?
Ask about the picture
Leads to:
"The picture the witness drew..."
Stop
Phoenix:
(Poor Ema. These memories are really torturing her. She's been through enough already.) Thank you, Ema. You don't have to go into that.
Edgeworth:
Now then, please tell us. This scene that imprinted an image in your mind... Can you please describe it to us?
Ema:
The man...
Phoenix:
The picture the witness drew... I believe it has a very important meaning.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But the list of evidence I was given two years ago didn't contain a picture...
Judge:
Witness. Would you mind if we added this statement to your testimony?
Ema:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Change statement to:
"I drew a picture of that scene once... but it seems to have been lost."
Ema:
I drew a picture of that scene once... but it seems to have been lost.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You drew a picture of the scene you witnessed, right?
Ema:
Yes. I wanted to do everything I could to help the investigation. I can still see it now... Whenever I close my eyes...
Edgeworth:
That's strange... I took over the case after Prosecutor Marshall died, yet I never received any picture. Perhaps the witness is mistaken?
Ema:
B-but I did draw it! I swear! I'm not just imagining it...
Phoenix:
(This picture that Ema drew... that reminds me! I guess I should check the evidence again...)
Edgeworth:
Well anyway. Let's continue. This scene that imprinted an image in your mind... Can you please describe it to us?
Ema:
The man...
Present Evidence List
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Edgeworth."
Ema:
The man raised up his knife, and... and stabbed Mr. Marshall in the chest...!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That must have been a real shock.
Ema:
Even now when I close my eyes, I can still see it just as clearly.
Edgeworth:
Tell us... what were you doing at that moment? I believe you testified that Joe Darke was holding you hostage.
Ema:
When lightning struck and the lights went out, Mr. Marshall jumped on Darke. I was thrown aside and the two began wrestling each other.
Judge:
Hmm...
Ema:
I'm pretty sure I was watching them.
Phoenix:
(Ema doesn't have any reason to lie... but Lana sure does. I need to get Ema to tell me as much about this as she can!)
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth. This little girl put all her heart into drawing that picture... and yet you still insist on denying its existence?
Edgeworth:
Huh!? Hey, I'm not the bad guy! All I'm saying is that as the prosecutor for that case, I wasn't handed such a picture!
Phoenix:
That may well be... but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Behold!
Judge:
This is... the evidence list for the SL-9 Incident?
Phoenix:
Please turn it over, Your Honor.
Judge:
Turn it over...? Turn... it... AAAAAAAHHHH! What's this!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, what is that?
Ema:
Hey! That's it! That's the picture I drew!
Judge:
Indeed... Two men appear to be wrestling here.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What's the meaning of this!? What are you doing with that list!?
Phoenix:
Me...?
Edgeworth:
Only the prosecutor in charge should have access to that list!
Judge:
Huh...? These lists... They're... They're different from each other.
Edgeworth:
What?
Judge:
It would appear, Mr. Edgeworth, that the evidence list you were handed two years ago... was incomplete. These two lists... fit together to form one. You can see the marks here, where they were torn apart from each other.
Phoenix:
So you see, Mr. Edgeworth. It's quite obvious what happened. Two years ago... only half of the evidence in that case ever reached you.
Edgeworth:
What... WWWHHAAAAAATTTTTT!!!!????
Judge:
Order! Order! Who'd have thought the picture would have been drawn on the back of the list...
Ema:
That was handed to Detective Goodman in the questioning room?
Phoenix:
(Wait a minute... If this list was torn in half, then that means...) Your Honor!
Judge:
Are you all right, Mr. Wright? Your eyes are bulging from your head...
Phoenix:
If the evidence list was torn in half... then there might be more of the drawing on the back of Mr. Edgeworth's list!
Edgeworth:
...!
Judge:
Yes, that's quite conceivable. Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
It's possible. Let's see... MM! MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
Judge:
Is something wrong?
Phoenix:
(Do you even have to ask?)
Edgeworth:
Sorry, Your Honor. There is something drawn on the back of my list. This is that... thing!
Judge:
... That's that... that thing! That thing that was dancing in the evidence room!
Edgeworth:
Apparently the Head of Criminal Affairs used this for his blueprint.
Phoenix:
(I guess he was out of scrap paper...)
Ema:
...
The Evidence List has been updated.
Judge:
Very well. Witness. Will you please testify about this picture you drew two years ago?
Ema:
...Huh? Oh, Y-yes sir, Your Honor!
Phoenix:
(What's wrong with Ema? She seemed to be thinking about something when she saw the picture.)
Witness Testimony
-- Ema's Picture --
Ema:
This is the picture I drew two years ago.
The flash of lightning was so bright all I could see were shadows.
After that I must have fainted.
This picture shows exactly what I saw that instant!
Judge:
To think a flash of lightning could burn such an image in your mind...
Phoenix:
(Thanks to that though, she was able to show us exactly what she saw!)
Judge:
Well, I don't see any contradictions here. This clearly shows Joe Darke about to murder Prosecutor Neil Marshall.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
The defense may now begin its cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Ema's Picture --
Ema:
This is the picture I drew two years ago.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you draw this picture right after the incident?
Ema:
Um... I think I drew it two or three days later. At first I was in such a state of shock that I couldn't do anything...
Edgeworth:
During that time the detective team was reorganized. Detective Goodman was placed in charge... under the direction of Damon Gant and Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
(Two or three days later... The memory should still have been fresh in her mind.)
Judge:
Excuse me, witness, but can you please tell us why this picture is painted all black?
Ema:
The flash of lightning was so bright all I could see were shadows.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So at the time you didn't even know it was Mr. Marshall who had come to your rescue?
Ema:
No... I couldn't see him clearly. The lightning was so bright... and I was knocked to the floor.
Phoenix:
You were knocked to the floor?
Ema:
Darke had a tight grip on me, but when Mr. Marshall jumped on him, I was knocked away. I turned around, and that's when the lightning flashed.
Phoenix:
(Poor Ema... I'm just glad she wasn't hurt.)
Edgeworth:
What happened after the lightning flashed?
Ema:
After that I must have fainted.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean, you didn't see the actual murder take place?
Ema:
No. I-I'm sorry...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The flash of lightning only drove off the darkness for a split second. Not only that, but the trauma of the situation understandably caused the witness to faint. Do you really need to torture this girl any further!?
Phoenix:
What!? Hey, I'm not the bad guy here!
Ema:
Anyway, this picture...
Ema:
This picture shows exactly what I saw that instant!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Sorry for asking so many times, but are you sure you drew exactly what you saw?
Ema:
Of course! This is the exact scene!
Phoenix:
It wasn't influenced in any way from your talks with the detectives?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Are you insinuating we somehow manipulated her memory, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
No, no. Of course not. (I'd better watch out, or he might find some way to cut my salary!)
Ema:
I drew this picture before I heard anything from the detectives, so I don't think anyone's story would have influenced me...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Is there something that's bothering you about this picture?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, well...
Edgeworth:
...
Present Neil's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this picture the witness drew..."
Phoenix:
(That's strange... She claims this is exactly the scene that was imprinted in her mind... And yet... There's clearly a contradiction here!)
Phoenix:
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this picture the witness drew... contains a blatant contradiction!
Ema:
What? B-but, I still remember it just like it was yesterday!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Perhaps it would be faster if you simply pointed out this contradiction for us. What part of this picture... contradicts the autopsy report?
Present knife
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The contradiction of course lies here!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Um, I think it's... uh, this part here?
Judge:
Hmm... I don't see what's so strange about that.
Phoenix:
That's because the drawing stinks!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
Ema:
... Mr. Wright... How could you... *sniff*
Edgeworth:
The act of making an innocent girl cry should warrant the death penalty.
Phoenix:
(I guess he means I shouldn't shift the blame to others...)
Judge:
Yes, well. So long as the defense has learned his lesson.
Phoenix:
(I'd better take another look at that autopsy report and this picture!)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright."
Phoenix:
The contradiction of course lies here! Take a look at the knife the man is holding. If you look closely, you can see its tip is broken!
Judge:
In fact, you don't even have to look closely to see that.
Ema:
But Mr. Wright, look at the evidence! See the murder weapon? Its tip is broken too!
Judge:
If I recall... the tip of the knife was found broken off in the victim's body.
Ema:
It was the conclusive piece of evidence that proved Joe Darke was the murderer!
Phoenix:
I'm afraid it's not so simple, Ema.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Huh? Where could you possibly see a problem!?
Phoenix:
It's obvious, really. The victim "suffered a single stab wound in the back." If the victim was only stabbed once, then the murder weapon should not yet be broken!
Judge:
AAAAAAAHHHHHH! What's the meaning of this?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps the knife was broken beforehand!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible. The tip of the knife was found inside the victim's body. If it was broken beforehand, it couldn't possibly wind up there!
Judge:
That's right! But what does this mean?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The tip of the knife was undeniably discovered within the victim's body! The only possible explanation is the witness's memory is mistaken!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
That's why I asked her so many times if she was sure she remembered correctly. I believe you were annoyed at the time. But she was sure she remembered correctly!
Edgeworth:
But... there's no other way to explain this inconsistency!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth. There is another explanation. Have you forgotten already? About a little something called... "falsified evidence"?
Edgeworth:
You're treading on thin ice, Wright...
Phoenix:
All I'm saying, is that this broken knife might be the piece of evidence that was forged! You can't deny the possibility!
Edgeworth:
No... Aaaaaagh!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Are you saying the investigation really was corrupted?
Phoenix:
Your Honor... Please allow me to once again go over the events that took place the day of the murder. The Police Department and the Prosecutor's Office were holding a ceremony that day. After receiving the King of Prosecutors award at the ceremony. Neil Marshall questioned Joe Darke along with Damon Gant. During his questioning, Joe Darke fled the room. Prosecutor Marshall chased after him... and was killed by Darke. It is my belief that somewhere in this story... there is a lie.
Judge:
Hmm...
Ema:I... I'm not lying... The man really was holding up a broken knife!
Edgeworth:
... If that's true... then there's no other way around it. This could not have been the actual murder weapon.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
There must have been another broken knife!
Judge:
What are the chances of there being two broken knives?
Phoenix:
(Another broken knife besides Joe Darke's... Could there have been one?)
Ema's mistaken
Phoenix:
(Broken knives don't just grow on trees... There's no way there was another one!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I believe... the witness must be mistaken.
Ema:
... I knew it. You really don't believe me...
Phoenix:
...! (That flash of lightning burned an unforgettable image in her mind... One that's been torturing her ever since! There's no way Ema could be mistaken!)
Leads to:
"If the witness is this adamant about the accuracy of what she saw..."
There is another one
Leads to:
"If the witness is this adamant about the accuracy of what she saw..."
Phoenix:
If the witness is this adamant about the accuracy of what she saw... it can't just be explained away by a simple observational error.
Ema:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
In that instant... Ema really did see a broken knife!
Judge:
I assume then, that you have some information about this "other" broken knife? If so, please feel free to enlighten us.
Phoenix:
(The murder weapon was already broken prior to the murder... There's only one way!) Take a look at this. Here's the real murder weapon!
Present Gant Team Picture
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The answer lies in the past... Two years in the past."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
If anything's broken here... it's you!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
I'm sure this must all be very amusing to you, Mr. Wright. But may I remind you that the fate of Ms. Lana Skye hangs in the balance?
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor. Please give me another chance.
Leads back to:
"(The murder weapon was already broken prior to the murder...)"
Phoenix:
The answer lies in the past... Two years in the past. Right here inside this picture!
Edgeworth:
This is a picture of the awards ceremony. A-AAAAHH!
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
It's the... the broken murder weapon!
Phoenix:
Notice the award Prosecutor Marshall is holding.
Ema:
That's... a broken knife!
Phoenix:
As we earlier concluded, the knife in the picture was not Joe Darke's knife. That being the case... the knife the witness saw, was in all likelihood this award!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Phoenix:
Neil Marshall was awarded King of Prosecutors that day. As an award, he was given this broken shield and a broken knife. When he chased after Joe Darke, he pulled out this knife. Being a prosecutor, he did not carry a pistol. This broken knife was the only weapon he had in this dangerous situation.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But that... That can't be!
Phoenix:
Oh? And why not, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Because if the King of Prosecutors award knife was the murder weapon... then the murderer and the victim would be reversed!
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
I mean... This man raising a knife... would have been Prosecutor Neil Marshall!
Phoenix:
Oh... OOOOOHHHHH!!!
Judge:
But the prosecutor was the one who actually died!
Phoenix:
That's true... (What's going on here?)
Edgeworth:
It seems Mr. Wright has been a bit too eager to jump to conclusions...
Hold it!
Ema:
Wait! I... I remember now... I remember everything!
Judge:
Witness...?
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Ema:
Could you show me your evidence list again, please?
Judge:
His list? The one with that... picture scribbled on the back?
Ema:
... I knew it... This picture... I'm the one who drew it.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Phoenix:
You drew that?
Ema:
That's right. The list wasn't torn in half at the time I drew this picture. All this time I've been trying so hard to forget... I must have locked this part away deep inside me...
Judge:
Perhaps it would be best... if we added this to the witness's testimony. Would you please tell us what you've recalled, Ms. Skye?
Ema:
Yes, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(First the knife mix-up, and now... the Blue Badger? This should be interesting...)
Witness Testimony
-- Ema's Recollection --
Ema:
When I saw that man raise his knife...
I panicked, and rushed toward both of them.
I think I... I knocked away the man with the knife.
Just then there was another flash of lightning, and that's when I saw... the Blue Badger!
He wasn't in the room, but I'm sure I saw his shadow!
Judge:
This is certainly most unusual...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Try impossible! The Head Detective of Criminal Affairs didn't even design him until this year!
Phoenix:
(That would mean he didn't even exist two years ago...)
Judge:
Yes, well. The defense may now begin its cross-examination.
Hold it!
Lana:
Stop! Please! Don't pursue this any further!
Phoenix:
Lana!
Judge:
What's the meaning of this!? Please remain seated in the defendant's chair!
Lana:
But you can't do this! I've already confessed to the crime! Why can't you just leave it at that!?
Edgeworth:
Chief Prosecutor Skye.
Lana:!
Edgeworth:
We've already come this far. It's too late to turn back.
Judge:
Silence! The defense will now begin its cross-examination. Bailiff. Please detain the defendant.
Phoenix:
(It seems we're finally getting to the core of the matter.)
Cross Examination
-- Ema's Recollection --
Ema:
When I saw that man raise his knife...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
When you say, "that man," I assume you refer to Joe Darke?
Ema:
Yes... at least, I think it was him.
Phoenix:
You... "think"?
Ema:
All I could really see were shadows.
Edgeworth:
The power outage that immediately preceded the incident, is also documented in the Prosecutor's Office reports.
Judge:
So then you...
Ema:
I panicked, and rushed toward both of them.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why would you do something so dangerous!?
Ema:
What else could I have done!? He was about to stab Mr. Marshall!
Phoenix:
(She seems so convinced that Darke was the one holding the knife...)
Edgeworth:
But as we've just theorized, Mr. Marshall was the one holding the knife.
Ema:
Well, I didn't know that at the time! When that Darke guy knocked me down, all I could think was, "I've got to help Mr. Marshall!"
Ema:
I think I... I knocked away the man with the knife.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean, you "think"?
Ema:
It... it all happened so fast... And I was in shock! I don't remember everything clearly. What I did... it's all kind of a blur...
Edgeworth:
In a matter of just a few seconds Ms. Skye was almost killed, then she witnessed a murder about to take place. A little disorientation is only natural.
Ema:
I saw the man about to stab the other person, who I thought was Mr. Marshall. I knew I had to stop the man with the knife.
Judge:
What you did was very brave, young girl. So then, what happened next?
Ema:
Just then there was another flash of lightning, and that's when I saw... the Blue Badger!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure about this?
Ema:
Of course! See? I even drew a picture of him here!
Edgeworth:
But... the Head Detective of Criminal Affairs thought up this hideous beast. And that was just this year... The Blue Badger didn't exist two years ago. This is all quite verifiable.
Ema:
I know it sounds strange. I was surprised too when I saw him at the Police Department. I had this nagging feeling that I'd seen him before somewhere. Now I finally remember!
Phoenix:
(Oh, brother. Just when you thought that thing had caused enough commotion...)
Judge:
Tell us... Where in the room did you see him dancing?
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The mysterious "Blue Badger" was in fact... this!"
Ema:
He wasn't in the room, but I'm sure I saw his shadow!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
His shadow? So you mean, you didn't actually see his face, with its winning smile and all?
Ema:
That's right... but I still remember it. He had three creepy horns...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This is pointless! That thing couldn't have possibly existed two years ago... The witness must be mistaken!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
That may well be... but what's important is what caused her to think she saw what she did.
Edgeworth:
Oh? And I suppose you have an explanation? If so, then by all means... please tell us what this "shadow" really was!
Phoenix:
(What was it Ema saw when that lightning flashed? Who is this "Blue Badger" really...?)
I just might know...
Leads to:
"(The Blue Badger hadn't even been dreamed up when Ema drew this picture.)"
I'm not sure
Phoenix:
I absolutely and positively have no idea whatsoever!
Ema:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Well, it's always good to be sure of oneself!
Edgeworth:
Apparently it helps when trying to overlook one's failures...
Ema:
But I know what I saw! I'm not making this up! Mr. Wright, please! You've got to believe me...
Phoenix:
Ema...
Phoenix:
(The Blue Badger hadn't even been dreamed up when Ema drew this picture. Yet she's certain she saw its "shadow"!) Ladies and gentlemen... It is the defense's belief that on that fateful day two years ago... there indeed was something that looked similar to the Blue Badger... Something that is now sitting in this very room!
Ema:
Mr. Wright...!
Judge:
In this room? Very well, Mr. Wright. What is it that the witness saw in that instant? Please show us this mysterious "Blue Badger" look-alike!
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The mysterious "Blue Badger" was in fact... this!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Behold! In her confusion, the witness mistook this for the Blue Badger!
Edgeworth:
The only person mistaking anything around here is you.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
This doesn't look anything like the Blue Badger!
Phoenix:
Oh. Uh, give me a second here... (I'd better take another look at the evidence... from every angle!)
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The mysterious "Blue Badger" was in fact... this!"
Phoenix:
(The Blue Badger didn't even exist two years ago... So what exactly did Ema see? I've gathered all the evidence. All that's left now... is to put the pieces of the puzzle together...)
Phoenix:
The mysterious "Blue Badger" was in fact... this!
Judge:
But that's... Er, what exactly is that?
Phoenix:
I believe it's some sort of jar.
Ema:
But Mr. Wright! That doesn't look anything like the Blue Badger!
Phoenix:
Indeed it doesn't. As it stands now, it's just a plain jar. However... What if we were to change our viewpoint?
Judge:
Our viewpoint...?
Phoenix:
(I've got to show them the correct angle to look at this from!)
Present correct angle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Well...? Is this a miracle or what?"
Present incorrect angle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(This isn't right... I've got to make it look more like the Badger!)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Allow me to remind the defense its case hinges on the witness's drawing. If Mr. Wright can't match the shape the witness drew, we cannot accept his claim!
Phoenix:
(I've got to find just the right angle! Maybe I should rotate it vertically a bit more... or horizontally...?)
Ema:
Come on, Mr. Wright! You can do it!
Leads back to:
"(I've got to show them the correct angle to look at this from!)"
Phoenix:
Well...? Is this a miracle or what? No one can possibly deny this jar's resemblance to the Blue Badger!
Edgeworth:
No... It can't be!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! The defense has proven its claim. The mysterious "Blue Badger" witnessed on the day of the crime was actually this...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Although we all enjoyed Mr. Wright's dramatic performance, one question remains... What's your point!?
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
So that Badger thing was actually just a jar. That doesn't change anything!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I'm afraid that's where you're wrong, Mr. Edgeworth. You see... this changes everything!
Edgeworth:
Indeed? Very well, then. Please tell us... What's different now that we know the witness saw this jar?
The location
Leads to:
"Allow me to take these in turn."
The murder weapon
Leads to:
"Allow me to take these in turn."
The murderer
Leads to:
"Allow me to take these in turn."
Phoenix:
Allow me to take these in turn. At the moment of the murder, the witness saw this jar.
Edgeworth:
Not only that, but she saw it at a very specific angle.
Phoenix:
Knowing this, where could she have seen this jar?
Judge:
Where...?
Phoenix:
The location of the jar is shown in a picture taken on the day of the crime. It's on a shelf in the office of Damon Gant.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But the body was found lying near Lana Skye's desk! The witness testified so herself!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Yes! And it is these two facts that reveal what actually transpired! You see... The struggle between Darke and Marshall did not take place in Lana Skye's office! It happened on the other side of the room, in Chief Gant's office!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Are you implying the murderer moved the victim's body? From Damon Gant's office to Lana Skye's office?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Edgeworth:
Why would he do that!? There's no reason!
Phoenix:
Exactly.
Edgeworth:!
Phoenix:
If there wasn't a "reason"... he wouldn't have gone through the trouble. The only logical conclusion... is that there was a "reason."
Judge:
Do you know what that reason was, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(I've finally figured it out... So this is why Lana tried to stop the trial! It's too late to quit now, though.) Please recall the witness's testimony. She said she knocked away the man who was holding up the knife. In the next instant, the jar was hit and flew threw the air. Now tell me... What could have sent the jar flying?
Judge:
That would have to have been... the impact the man made when he was knocked into the wall?
Phoenix:
Ladies and gentlemen... if I may draw your attention to this picture once more. If the man was knocked in the direction of the shelf the jar was sitting on... what would he have hit?
Ema:
A-AHHHHHH...
Judge:
The suit of armor! Holding... a very sharp and dangerous-looking sword...
Phoenix:
Yes. And since the man who was knocked into the armor was carrying a broken knife... he would have had to have been Neil Marshall, wielding the Prosecutor's Award.
Edgeworth:
No... Mr. Wright... You can't be thinking...
Phoenix:
Yes. There is another possibility of what actually transpired in that room.
Judge:
Another possibility?
Phoenix:
Of course the perpetrator would have had no idea, but nevertheless! ... (I... I don't know if I can go through with this...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright? What's the matter?
Edgeworth:
If events took place as the defense theorizes... Then the outcome is obvious. In that moment... assuming the man Ema Skye knocked away was actually Prosecutor Neil Marshall...
Ema:
You mean... Mr. Marshall died... because of... me...? NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
*thud*
Edgeworth:
I never imagined her testimony would lead to this...
Judge:
So it was the witness who took the victim's life... and then proved so with her own testimony! This is unprecedented!
Objection!
Lana:
What... What are you saying!?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Ms. Skye, but given the circumstances...
Lana:
Joe Darke murdered Prosecutor Marshall! How can you think it was Ema!? How dare you try to pin the crime on her!?
Edgeworth:
Imagine that, coming from you.
Lana:!
Edgeworth:
If you recall, it was you who admitted to forging evidence two years ago. The reason you moved Prosecutor Marshall's body... was to keep anyone else from finding out about what Ema did, wasn't it?
Lana:
I assure you, Mr. Edgeworth, I have no idea what you're talking about. If you hope to have anyone believe your insane allegations, I'm afraid you're going to have to have proof. Tell me... Do you have any conclusive evidence that proves my sister killed Neil Marshall?
Phoenix:
E-evidence?
Lana:
I'm willing to bet you don't.
Judge:
Yes... it certainly would be difficult to prove this with evidence.
Edgeworth:
If we don't have evidence, then we'll have to rely on testimony.
Lana:
I'm afraid that won't work in this case. Both parties involved in the incident are dead.
Phoenix:
...! (We certainly can't get dead people to testify. This has all been a wild goose chase from the beginning!)
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Touche, Ms. Skye. Of course... That only leaves us with one possibility.
Phoenix:
...! (You mean, there's still another possibility?)
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I mean, the possibility that the victim left us a message. For better or for worse, Mr. Marshall did not die instantly. He may have left behind the name of the person who took his life... somehow.
Lana:
That's... That's impossible!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? This is the only possibility left to you. A message from the deceased... Does such a message exist?
Phoenix:
(I've got to think back to the Court Record!) The real murderer's name that the victim may have left behind...
is in the evidence.
Leads to:
"This "message" from the deceased... is already in our possession."
doesn't exist.
Phoenix:
(No... There's no way a dead person could tell the murderer's name!)
Judge:
Well. It looks like this is as far as we can go with this.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright. You disappoint me. I never thought you the type to let feelings cloud your judgment.
Phoenix:
My feelings...?
Edgeworth:
If we overlook the victim's message... one he would have written with literally his last breath, then everything will be lost in darkness!
Phoenix:
(Perhaps that thing really is the clue I'm looking for. This is it. I can't afford any more mistakes.)
Leads to:
"This "message" from the deceased... is already in our possession."
Phoenix:
This "message" from the deceased... is already in our possession.
Lana:
Mr. Wright! Will you stop at nothing to prove my sister a murderer?
Edgeworth:
Do not be mistaken, Ms. Skye.
Lana:
...!
Edgeworth:
Our purpose is not to accuse Ema of any crime. There is only one thing we seek: the truth. No matter how painful it may be.
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please show us the piece of evidence... that conveys a message from the deceased!
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the message left by the deceased."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is the message from the deceased!
Judge:
Right... Now then. This is a message from the judge!
Phoenix:
Oh... (I guess that wasn't right. If a dead person left behind a message... it would have to be in written form. That's the only logical conclusion.)
Edgeworth:
You'd better be careful, or you might wind up deceased yourself.
Judge:
Let's try this again.
Leads back to:
"Now then, Mr. Wright."
Phoenix:
This is the message left by the deceased.
Judge:
This is that "Blue Badger" from before, right?
Lana:
Oh, is he going to just speak the killer's name?
Edgeworth:
If that thing could, I'm sure it would.
Phoenix:
(Looks like everyone's forgotten this is just a jar.) A message was left here... on the surface of this jar.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
If you look closely, you can see a faint trail of blood on this jar.
Edgeworth:
It looks like someone wiped the blood away.
Lana:
...
Phoenix:
Yes, but notice: for some reason... the blood on some of the fragments was not wiped away.
Judge:
Yes... there is a line here... drawn in blood!
Edgeworth:
So what you're saying, is these "dots"... were once lines!
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Marshall did not die instantly. He used the few precious moments left to him to leave behind a message!
Edgeworth:
One that someone apparently wiped away... But blood must have seeped into the jar where the lines change directions.
Phoenix:
Precisely so! All we need to do is connect these points... and the victim's message will become apparent!
Lana:
N-no...!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What kind of message did the victim leave for us!?
Phoenix:
Your Honor... I believe these blood stains will reveal to us the answer! (I've got to connect these dots to make letters. There's only one thing the victim would have written, given the circumstances: The murderer's name!)
 
Present "EMA"
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"(It's a defense attorney's duty to prove his client's innocence.)"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
What do you think!? I came up with this message!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes... I feel like I'm teaching handwriting to a student who is all thumbs...
Edgeworth:
I think you should make him write out "I won't do it again" 100 times.
Phoenix:
(I never was much good at handwriting... I guess I'll check the court record...)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright! What kind of message did the victim leave for us!?"
Phoenix:
(It's a defense attorney's duty to prove his client's innocence. That's why all I've been thinking about is saving Lana. After all my efforts, I never thought it would turn out like this!)
"Ema"...
Edgeworth:
So this is the final message Prosecutor Marshall left behind.
Judge:
Of all people... She may not have meant it... but in the end, the one who took the victim's life...
Phoenix:
was Ema Skye.
???:
See, Worthy? Can't say I didn't warn you.
Edgeworth:
Chief Gant...
Gant:
Do you understand the implications of what you've done?
Edgeworth:
What...? What are you talking about?
Gant:
Two years ago, Joe Darke was sentenced to death. He was convicted because of his final murder. I believe you were the prosecutor in the case, were you not?
Edgeworth:
Ack!
Gant:
Yes, Worthy. Because of you... an innocent man was sentenced to death. Not only that... but you used forged evidence to ensure his conviction!
Edgeworth:
K-kkckck! KKCKRRAAAAHHHH!!!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But Joe Darke really was a serial murderer! That's undeniable!
Gant:
I'm afraid that's not important. Didn't you know? We aren't defenders of justice.
Phoenix:
What?
Gant:
We're merely keepers of the law. Sentencing a man to death... is no light matter. Even if there wasn't any cover-up or evidence forgery... ultimately the responsibility falls on the prosecutor in charge.
Edgeworth:!
Gant:
Despite what anyone may say, this fact cannot be denied.
What's going on at the Prosecutor's Office!?They might have sent an innocent man to his death!How can he just stand there, like it wasn't his fault!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ORDEEEEERRRRRR!!!
Phoenix:
The gavel's pounding fell on deaf ears... Unable to settle the crowd, the judge declared a recess. Where this trial is headed, no one knows...
To be continued.
February 25, 12:06 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
Sorry, Edgeworth. I didn't mean to get you in trouble...
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Don't worry about it. This is my problem, not yours.
Gumshoe:
Hope I'm not interrupting anything, pals.
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
Oh... Guess I am. I'll come back later.
Phoenix:
Oh, Detective Gumshoe! What is it?
Gumshoe:
You've got a lot of nerve, pal! Making a detective run all around while on duty, and to top it off you call me here... I've seen happier people at funerals!
Phoenix:
I take it Lana's having you run errands again.
Gumshoe:
Let me tell you, this is the last time, pal! Here. She asked me to give this to you if there was a break in today's trial.
Phoenix:
"Evidence Law"? (Edgeworth was talking about this just the other day...)
Edgeworth:
I'm sure you know the two rules of evidence law, don't you Wright? Rule 1: no evidence shall be shown without the approval of the Police Department!
Ema:
I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
It seems so.
Ema:
You could at least study some evidence law! Really!
Gumshoe:
The Chief Prosecutor also wanted me to give you a message.
Phoenix:
A message?
Gumshoe:
She said, "If you're planning to take HIM on, you're going to need this book."
Phoenix:
("Him"... I guess I'll need to give this book a thorough read...)
Securely slipped Evidence Law into pocket.
Gumshoe:
Doesn't look like that book'll do you any good now though. All that's left now is the Chief Prosecutor's sentence.
Phoenix:
That's where you're wrong, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you figured it out yet? Why I'm still sitting in that prosecutor's seat... despite all these allegations being thrown at me?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
The real trial today... hasn't begun yet.
Gumshoe:
What!? What else is there left to do? Your credibility's been all but ruined with this forged evidence you were unaware of, Ema Skye found out she unwittingly caused a man's death... And now you're telling me you want to do more!? You've gotta be kidding me, pal!
Phoenix:
You're missing the point, Detective. Lana didn't murder Detective Goodman.
Gumshoe:
...!
Phoenix:
She merely stuck a knife into his dead body. That means the real killer...is still out there.
Gumshoe:
What!?
Phoenix:
(And we're going to expose him... No matter what it takes! This case has hurt too many people. It's time to bring it to an end!)
February 25, 12:52 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 9
Judge:
The court will now reconvene for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye. Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
The inquiry committee is planning to impose harsh penalties for your actions.
Edgeworth:
Thank you for the news, Your Honor.
Judge:
Yes, well... *a-hem* Normally, this is where the prosecution calls forth a witness... but, er... *a-hem* *cough* *cough* This isn't easy to say... You see, there is some concern that Mr. Edgeworth may have, ah...
Edgeworth:
Struck a bargain?
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
You think I may have manipulated the witnesses.
Judge:
I didn't say that! It's just, you see... Everyone has been talking, and...
Edgeworth:
... Very well, Your Honor. I have a solution.
Judge:
A solution?
Edgeworth:
That being the case, the prosecution will allow the defense to call forth all further witnesses.
Judge:
What!? But there's never been a case example...
Edgeworth:
Undeniably this is an unusual arrangement... but a very effective one. It would prove that I haven't struck any "deals" with the witnesses.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright? What do you say?
Phoenix:
... (Unbelievable. Edgeworth has found a way to continue the trial!) Very well. The defense accepts the prosecution's proposal.
Judge:
Then it's settled. The, uh... defense... may now call forth the next witness!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
You do realize this is your last chance? If you call the wrong witness... this trial is as good as over.
Phoenix:
The defense calls... (The time's finally come to bring out the real murderer!)
Present Damon Gant profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Damon Gant. The defense calls Damon Gant to the stand!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
It appears I've overestimated you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
For a moment, I actually thought you knew what you were doing. Hmph!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! This court has long since tired of your questionable antics!
Phoenix:
(I still don't have any concrete evidence, but judging by the direction everything seems to be pointing... There's another person even more suspicious!)
Leads back to:
"The defense calls..."
Phoenix:
Damon Gant. The defense calls Damon Gant to the stand!
Judge:
D-Damon Gant...? What does he have to do with anything!?
Phoenix:
... As the defendant's partner two years ago, Mr. Gant has first-hand knowledge of the crime. I feel we should hear what he has to say about it.
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
As luck would have it, he should still be in the courthouse. He would also be the least likely to have been manipulated by me in any way. Wouldn't you agree, Your Honor?
Judge:
True... All right. Bailiff! Please escort Mr. Gant to the stand!
Edgeworth:
Witness. Please state your name and occupation.
Gant:
What is this, some kind of practical joke? I was just on my way to lunch!
Edgeworth:
Your name and occupation, sir.
Gant:
Worthy... Are you sure you want to do this?
Edgeworth:
Your name and occupation!
Gant:
So... You want to play hardball, eh?
Judge:
P-please, Mr. Gant.
Gant:
... Fine. My name is Damon Gant. I'm the acting Chief of Police.
Phoenix:
Now then, Chief Gant. The court requests to hear your testimony.
Gant:
Oh, Wrighto. What's with the grim face?
Phoenix:
First, let's clear up this SL-9 Incident.
Gant:
Oh, you mean that time when Lana's sister murdered that prosecutor? Personally, I think it's been made pretty clear already.
Phoenix:
There are still some things unaccounted for.
Gant:
Oh? Like what?
Phoenix:
Like the role you played in all of this.
Gant:
... Son... Either you're very brave... or very foolish.
Phoenix:
...
Gant:
You are aware of course that a police chief has all kinds of weapons at his disposal?
Phoenix:
"Weapons"...?
Gant:
Sure. Take my testimony, for example. I don't have to give it if I don't want to.
Phoenix:
What? Is that true?
Judge:
I'm afraid so... The Chief of Police has the right to refuse to testify.
Edgeworth:
Of course, such an action carries with it certain risks...
Gant:
... Don't worry. I'm not here to hinder your trial. Just remember... If this turns out to be a big waste of time, don't say I didn't warn you.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may now begin his testimony.
Witness Testimony
-- SL-9 Incident --
Gant:
As I recall, Neil and I were questioning him that day.
To make a long story short, we slipped up. That power outage didn't help either.
When I went to my office, I found Lana there.
Apparently she had already... "arranged" the crime scene.
As you can see, I had nothing to do with the "forgery."
Judge:
Hmm... Is that when Darke was arrested?
Gant:
Him? He was lying on the floor unconscious. When Ema sent Neil flying... it seems Darke bumped his head.
Judge:
I see... Everything seems pretty clear-cut.
Phoenix:
(If the police chief has the right to refuse to testify... Then I'd better hit him hard and fast!)
Cross Examination
-- SL-9 Incident --
Gant:
As I recall, Neil and I were questioning him that day.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
As I recall... a ceremony was held at the Police Department that day...
Gant:
Yes, that's right. I guess you could say I'm a workaholic... After winning his award, Neil was all fired up too. That's probably what spooked Darke, and made him run away like that.
Edgeworth:
Was the defendant, Lana Skye, also present in the room?
Gant:
I don't quite remember... At the very least, she wasn't there when Darke ran for it.
Gant:
To make a long story short, we slipped up. That power outage didn't help either.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So the two of you ran immediately after him, right?
Gant:
That's right, but Darke made it to the elevator first, so Neil and I split up. He went upstairs and I went downstairs. I guess you could say... he got "lucky."
Edgeworth:
What's this about a power outage?
Gant:
Oh, that. The elevator stopped all of a sudden, and I got the shock of my life. Well... Probably not as shocked as Neil was when that knife went into his heart, though.
Phoenix:
(That's not funny...)
Gant:
When I went to my office, I found Lana there.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Could you tell us what you saw?
Gant:
It was a shocking sight... Neil and that serial killer were lying in a heap on the floor, all tangled together.
Phoenix:
Darke was also lying collapsed on the floor?
Gant:
Yes, apparently he hit his head and was knocked out. Next to them were those two poor girls.
Phoenix:
(Lana and Ema...)
Gant:
Lana was cradling Ema in her arms. Looking back at it now... She must have already known what her sister had done.
Phoenix:
...!
Gant:
Apparently she had already... "arranged" the crime scene.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How can you know that!?
Gant:
Because of the victim's body. It had already been moved.
Edgeworth:
So that means... You found the body near Lana's desk?
Gant:
That's right. I think you said earlier, it was my suit of armor... that really stabbed the prosecutor?
Phoenix:
Yes...
Edgeworth:
...
Gant:
Anyway...
Gant:
As you can see, I had nothing to do with the "forgery."
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you're saying... that the forgery had already taken place by the time you arrived at your office?
Gant:
That's exactly what I'm saying. I can understand how Lana must have felt, but moving a body and hiding evidence are inexcusable no matter what the circumstances.
Phoenix:
(Is that how it really went down?)
Edgeworth:
Staring at the witness won't do you any good, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:!
Edgeworth:
If you're going to stare at anything... you'd be better off staring at the Court Record.
Gant:
Worthy, Worthy... Always the smooth talker.
Phoenix:
(But which piece of evidence ties Gant to the forgery...?)
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You claim you had nothing to do with the forgery... but I'm afraid that is a claim you cannot back up.
Gant:
Explain yourself.
Phoenix:
Several pieces of evidence were found in your office. Take this jar, for example.
Judge:
That's the Blue Badger you showed us earlier.
Phoenix:
A piece of this jar was discovered in your safe.
Gant:
...
Phoenix:
Not only that, but the evidence list I presented earlier... was actually found inside your desk!
Leads to:
"It was found where!?"
Present Evidence List
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You claim you had nothing to do with the forgery... but I'm afraid that is a claim you cannot back up!
Gant:
Explain yourself.
Phoenix:
Several pieces of evidence were found in your office. Take this list, for example.
Judge:
That's the list Ema Skye drew her picture on...
Phoenix:
This was discovered in your desk.
Gant:
...
Phoenix:
Not only that, but a piece of this jar that was sitting in your office... was found inside your safe!
Leads to:
"It was found where!?"
Present Strip of Cloth
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
If you really had nothing to do with the forgery... then how do you explain this?
Judge:
W-what's that!? And what's that on it... a handprint?
Phoenix:
Chief Gant! Your explanation, please!
Gant:
... I don't know. You tell me, son.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gant:
My dear Wrighto. Don't you know the second rule of evidence law?
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh, not this again. Evidence law...)
Gant:
Rule 2: "Unregistered evidence presented must be relevant to the case in trial." Tell me, how is that rag relevant to this trial?
Judge:
It appears... the defense was not prepared.
Phoenix:
(I guess it's too early to use this piece of evidence.)
Judge:
Please accept my profound apologies, Chief. Would you mind giving the defense another chance?
Gant:
Well, okay. I'll do it just this once. But only because you asked, Udgey.
Judge:
Thank you. I assure you the defense is terribly sorry. Ha ha ha...
Phoenix:
(Yeah. Sorry I didn't nail you...)
Phoenix:
(Lana did admit to forging evidence... but that can't be the whole truth. Somehow I've got to link Gant to the incident!)
Judge:
It was found where!?
Phoenix:
You see, Chief Gant. These articles of evidence uncovered in your office... are both concrete proof... that you also played a part in the illegal investigation!
Judge:
Chief Gant! What's the meaning of this!?
Gant:
Ho! Here's a defense attorney who may even rival Worthy!
Phoenix:
So you admit to it, then? That you were involved in the forgery?
Gant:
Who, me? Or do you mean... you?
Phoenix:
Me? Why would I have anything to do with that!?
Gant:
Well... You were the one who snuck into my office when you "found" this evidence.
Phoenix:
...!
Gant:
Prosecutors aren't the only ones capable of forging evidence, you know. Defense attorneys can do so too. Isn't that right, Wrighto?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
However! Detective Gumshoe was present during the investigation!
Gant:
Worthy, my boy. Not even detectives are exempt from the law. Rest assured Dick will receive his due punishment.
Edgeworth:
Wh...
Phoenix:
WHAAAAT!? (If Detective Gumshoe's salary drops any further, he'll end up paying to work!)
Judge:
Yes, well. In light of the Detective's presence... please give us your testimony regarding these pieces of evidence found in your office, and their relation to the forgery that took place at the crime scene.
Gant:
My, my... Kids these days no longer know how to put two and two together...
Witness Testimony
-- Evidence & Forgery --
Gant:
Let's see, what was it now? A jar fragment... and a list?
For all I know, you could have planted them in my office.
Anyway, you can't prove "when" those pieces of evidence were discovered.
If they were found after Darke was convicted, then they're worthless.
There's no reason I'd participate in a forgery.
Rearranging the crime scene wouldn't help me out in any way.
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
When investigating the crime scene... you should have been more careful to observe protocol.
Gant:
You do understand that I am the Chief of Police, right? There will be consequences...
Phoenix:
Ooh...
Gant:
Indeed, I believe I will press charges... so you won't make the same mistake again.
Judge:
My apologies, Chief, but would you mind waiting until tomorrow for that? Today is... well, you know...
Gant:
All right, Udgey. In return, though...
Judge:
I know! I know! That place, right?
Phoenix:
(Huh? What are these guys, telepathic?)
Cross Examination
-- Evidence & Forgery --
Gant:
For all I know, you could have planted them in my office.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I'd appreciate it if you'd stop making these ridiculous allegations.
Gant:
Yes, you do have a point... You wouldn't have the guts to do something like that...
Phoenix:
What!? I'll have you know, back in the day I once broke into a cattle ranch, and tipped-
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! What are you saying!?
Gant:
Anyway, you can't prove you didn't carry in the evidence, can you? If you have proof to the contrary, you're going to need it later.
Edgeworth:
Later? What are you talking about?
Gant:
What else? I'm talking about when your fingerprints are found. Yes. If they're found inside my safe, they would prove your investigation was illegal.
Phoenix:
Grrr... (I've never faced anyone as slimy as this guy!)
Gant:
Anyway, you can't prove "when" those pieces of evidence were discovered.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that?
Gant:
This is all purely hypothetical, of course... but suppose I did place those items in my safe. Such an act... wouldn't necessarily constitute forgery.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
If concealing evidence found at a crime scene isn't forgery...
Gant:
I'm not through speaking yet, Mr. Wright. It all depends on "when" the evidence was discovered.
Gant:
If they were found after Darke was convicted, then they're worthless.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you saying this jar fragment... wasn't discovered in the initial investigation?
Gant:
It would appear not. After all, it wasn't listed in the evidence list. For all we know, it could have suddenly materialized the day after Darke was sentenced.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Oh, and wouldn't that be convenient...
Edgeworth:
Wright.
Phoenix:!
Edgeworth:
The Chief is talking about a "possibility." So long as you can't rule that out... your remarks, however clever they may be, will only succeed in wasting time.
Phoenix:
(Tell me something I don't know...)
Gant:
Come now, Mr. Wright. Think about it.
Gant:
There's no reason I'd participate in a forgery.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How can you look me in the eye and say that!?
Gant:
Because I'm innocent.
Phoenix:
...!
Gant:
Remember? Who was it that murdered Neil?
Judge:
I'm not sure I care for the word "murder" here... but in the end the person responsible for Mr. Marshall's unfortunate demise... was Ema Skye.
Phoenix:
...
Gant:
Well? Now do you see?
Gant:
Rearranging the crime scene wouldn't help me out in any way.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Really, Chief Gant? At the very least, there is one very large benefit you've reaped from all this.
Gant:
Oh? I wasn't aware. What is this "benefit"?
Phoenix:
That would of course be the position you have- Chief of Police.
Judge:
Oh...
Phoenix:
The resolution of the SL-9 Incident secured your promotion to Chief. That in itself is sufficient motive!
Gant:
... Ho! Ho! Ho! Oh, that's a good one!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gant:
Do you really think I'm that incompetent?
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Gant:
Even without that case, I was already in line to become the next chief. The resolution of SL-9 merely sped up the inevitable a little.
Phoenix:
Is that true, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Yes... He was going to be made Chief anyway.
Phoenix:
Gah!
Gant:
Be careful when pointing that finger... or you might wind up being the one pointed at!
Edgeworth:
So that means... there's only one possible motivation for you to commit forgery. If you didn't do it for yourself... then you did it for someone else.
Gant:
Don't be silly, Worthy. You know me better than that. There are only three people I look out for: Me, Myself and I. ... There, it's out in the open now. Udgey, would you mind if I changed my testimony a little?
Judge:
By all means, please do!
Change statement:
"Rearranging the crime scene wouldn't help me out in any way." to "I wouldn't be anyone's "accomplice" if there was nothing in it for me."
Gant:
I wouldn't be anyone's "accomplice" if there was nothing in it for me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Nothing in it" for you?
Gant:
Sorry, but the only person I care about is Yours Truly. That girl... Lana's little sister, was it? If you think I felt sorry for her, you'd better think again.
Edgeworth:
You're right... You don't feel sorry for anyone.
Gant:
Be tough on crime and tough on people. That's how I was raised.
Edgeworth:
You seem to be lax enough on yourself, though.
Gant:
Ho! Ho! Ho! Oh, that's a good one, Worthy!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Could there have been something in it for him? Given his selfishness, would he have helped someone out?)
No
Phoenix:
(Bah! I can't think of how it would help him! That means... He wouldn't have helped out anyone.)
Edgeworth:
Relax and take a deep breath, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:!
Edgeworth:
Try to think "outside the box." After all, that's what you're good at, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Think outside the box... (I never thought I'd hear him tell me that... The question isn't "Who would the Chief help"... It's "Who would ask the Chief for help?" If someone did that, he'd be sure to find a way to benefit from that person!)
Judge:
It appears... the defense has nothing more to say. Chief, would you please repeat your testimony from the beginning?
Gant:
...
Point out accomplice
Leads to:
"True, you might not help out anyone for their sake."
Phoenix:
True, you might not help out anyone for their sake. But if it would benefit you... you might decide to assist someone.
Gant:
...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. It appears you're positively determined to portray the Chief... as a nice man who likes to lend people a hand.
Phoenix:
(That's not what I mean...)
Judge:
Very well, I'll ask. Who is this person you believe Chief Gant may have helped forge evidence?
Present Lana Skye profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye... Th-the defendant!?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Gant:
Wrighto, my boy. The look on your face... is almost enough to motivate even me to help you out.
Judge:
I hope you understand that's not a compliment.
Phoenix:
(Chief Gant would have wanted something in return... He must have wanted to be able to blackmail the person he helped!)
Judge:
It appears... the defense has nothing more to say. Chief, would you please repeat your testimony from the beginning?
Gant:
...
Phoenix:
(Gant isn't the one who murdered Prosecutor Marshall two years ago. Yet I know he played a part in the forgery. That can only mean someone asked him to be an accomplice.)
Edgeworth:
Damon Gant... someone's accomplice? That sounds unlikely...
Judge:
Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye... Th-the defendant!?
Gant:
...
Phoenix:
I believe it's quite obvious in light of the circumstances. Ema Skye fell victim to an unfortunate series of events. Who would want to help her more than her own sister, Lana? And as for Chief Gant... he would also have a reason to help Lana if she asked him to. That reason, of course, is... self profit.
Judge:
Self profit...? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
After the SL-9 Incident was resolved... Lana Skye was appointed Chief Prosecutor at the Prosecutor's Office. The person who arranged this job change...was you, Chief Gant.
Gant:
...
Judge:
B-but... how would he profit from all of this?
Edgeworth:
He would be able to use the Chief Prosecutor as his puppet! Essentially... he would acquire unchecked authority over all investigations!
Judge:
Do you mean to tell me... that despite the Chief's formidable appearance, he plays with puppets!? Oh, wait. You must mean "puppet" as in someone forced to do his bidding... Never mind!
Phoenix:
Admit it, Chief! You assisted Lana Skye in forging evidence! Your motive: to appoint her as Chief Prosecutor so you could control her!
Gant:
Wrighto, my boy. You have quite an imagination. Let me ask you something.
Phoenix:
What?
Gant:
Do you have any proof of this? That I "controlled" Lana? For example, is Lana testifying that I've done such a thing?
Phoenix:
Lana... (She's keeping quiet to protect Ema. There's no way she'd testify against Gant!)
Judge:
I'm afraid without any proof, this all amounts to nothing more than mere conjecture.
Edgeworth:
... Unless... that is also what happened in this incident...
Judge:
"This" incident...? Er... which one would that be?
Edgeworth:
Of course I'm talking about... the murder of Detective Bruce Goodman. The Chief Prosecutor has been acting strange throughout this entire trial. Almost as if... someone has been "controlling" her!
Gant:
Worthy... You'd better watch your tongue... I wouldn't want you to get hurt.
Judge:
Just what do you mean?
Phoenix:
What he means, Your Honor, is that Chief Gant is involved in the murder of Detective Goodman. Not only that... but the Chief is now making Lana take the rap to cover up his involvement!
Judge:
Wha... wha... wha... WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTT!!!? Order! Order! Order! I SAID... ORDEEEEERRRR!!! Mr. Wright! You... You can't be serious!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
This... This is an affront to the highest ranking officer in our law enforcement agency! To accuse the Chief of Police of blackmail... and murder!!!? That's i.... i... i-i-i-i-i-i-i-IMPOSSIBLE!!!
Phoenix:
... Your Honor, I was merely reiterating... what Mr. Edgeworth said, in easier-to-understand language.
Edgeworth:
It's too late, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:!
Edgeworth:
There's no turning back for us now.
Phoenix:
(It looks like he's the one who's decided to go through with this.)
Judge:
Can you prove this, Mr. Wright? That the Chief, a high-ranking officer of the law, is involved in this murder!?
Phoenix:
... (Good question...)
Edgeworth:
Regardless of his rank or title, Chief Gant is just a man. The question is, is he a criminal? I believe the evidence will tell.
Judge:
I see. Alright, then. Show us the evidence that ties Chief Gant to the murder of Detective Goodman. Just remember... It better be good!
Present ID Card Record
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the ID card list..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
... Well, Chief?
Gant:
So long as Mr. Wright is tossing out things regardless of their relevance... mind if I toss something too, Udgey? This shoe should do nicely. I'll chuck it right at you!
Judge:
You always were quite the joker, weren't you?
Phoenix:
(Oops... Looks like I got it wrong.)
Judge:
Don't "oops" me! Or I'll be the one throwing my shoe next!
Edgeworth:
I know it's hard with all that's gone on during this trial, but try to think back to what happened in the evidence room four days ago.
Phoenix:
(Now that he mentions it, we did find something out in yesterday's investigation... Something that proves Gant entered that room...)
Gant:
Looks like he wants another one of your shoes, Udgey.
Phoenix:
...
Leads back to:
"I see."
Judge:
This is the ID card list...
Phoenix:
Yes, the one that shows who entered the evidence room on the day of the crime. There was one ID on the list we couldn't determine the owner of yesterday... 7777777.
Gant:
Sorry, but there's no way you can prove that's my card number.
Phoenix:
It's your number.
Gant:!
Judge:
What!? How do you know that!?
Phoenix:
The safe in Chief Gant's Office requires a code to open. A seven-digit code...
Judge:
Seven digits... You don't mean...
Phoenix:
I'm afraid so, Your Honor. The code was "7777777"... The same as the remaining ID card number on that list! Chief Gant! You entered the evidence room on the day of the crime!
Judge:
Order! Order! Chief Gant! What do you have to say!?
Gant:
... Nothing. The defense's search of my office was in violation of regulations.
Edgeworth:
And I will demand Mr. Wright be punished to the maximum extent of the law. But right now, this court demands an explanation from you... about the use of this ID card!
Gant:
...
Judge:
Chief Gant! So you admit it? You entered the evidence room... on the day of the crime!?
Gant:
... What about it? I'm Chief of Police. Whether it's the evidence room or the bathroom, what's the difference? I can go anywhere I want.
Edgeworth:
Tell me. When you entered the room... were you alone?
Gant:
I always go to the bathroom alone... as I do with the evidence room.
Phoenix:
Detective Goodman wouldn't have happened to be with you that day... would he?
Gant:
O-of course not! Why would he be? I hadn't seen him in days!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You hadn't seen him... "in days"? Chief Gant... I'm afraid you've just undone yourself. On that day, you had to have met with Detective Goodman!
Judge:
What do you mean!? This trial's purpose is to determine Lana Skye's guilt!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
No it isn't, Your Honor. This trial's purpose is to determine the truth. If Chief Gant met the victim on the day of the crime, then we need to determine one thing: what transpired during that meeting!
Judge:
In that case, Mr. Wright! I'm going to have to ask you for evidence! Show us proof that the victim went to meet Chief Gant on the day of the crime!
Present Goodman's Lost Item Report
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Detective Goodman lost his ID card on the day of the crime."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(No, there's got to be something more solid than this! On that day... Detective Goodman had to go see Chief Gant!)
Judge:
Sorry to interrupt your mumblings... but the court is waiting.
Phoenix:
(Oops...)
Gant:
Why don't you come meet with me tomorrow? Perhaps we could write up your letter of... termination?
Phoenix:
Regardless, you did see Detective Goodman that day!
Leads back to:
"In that case, Mr. Wright!"
Phoenix:
Detective Goodman lost his ID card on the day of the crime.
Edgeworth:
Or to be more accurate, Jake Marshall stole it.
Phoenix:
So Detective Goodman filled out a lost item report. He would have had to give that report... to the Chief of Police!
Gant:
Yet you are in possession of the report... which means you can't be sure if he filed it.
Phoenix:
He filed it. How do I know, you ask? Because he needed to enter the evidence room that day.
Judge:
He needed to?
Phoenix:
Yes. To transfer the evidence out.
Judge:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Detective Goodman took the form to you, Chief Gant. Then... you accompanied the detective to the evidence room!
Gant:
I "accompanied" him?
Phoenix:
There's no other way the murderer and Detective Goodman could have entered the room!
Gant:
Hold on. Let me guess what you're going to say next. I, the Chief of Police, murdered poor Goodman!
Phoenix:
... Exactly.
Judge:
But wait! The Chief didn't necessarily need to accompany him to the evidence room. He could have just lent him his ID card.
Gant:
Yes... Now that you mention it, I believe I might have done something of the sort.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but that's not possible.
Gant:!
Edgeworth:
According to the record, your card was only used once. But you showed us your ID card earlier. If you had really "lent" it to Detective Goodman, it would have been found on his body!
Gant:
N... NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Judge:
Chief Gant! Y-you didn't...!
Gant:
...
Phoenix:
The murder was most likely committed on the spur of the moment. No one in their right mind would choose the Police Department as a place to commit murder. After the murder, you contacted Lana at the Prosecutor's Office. Why else? To dispose of Detective Goodman's body.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
However, the victim's body was discovered in the Prosecutor's Office's parking lot. How did he manage to move it there?
Gant:
I was at the Police Department the entire day, you know.
Edgeworth:
And everyone's aware that Lana stayed at the Prosecutor's Office after the ceremony.
Phoenix:
Everyone except me, it seems... Still, you're the Chief of Police. You have an entire police force at your disposal.
Gant:
Oh, so you think I just ordered an officer to do it? "Hey you. Take this here dead body over to the Prosecutor's Office." I don't think so...
Phoenix:
Chief Gant. You left all the evidence we need... to prove how you moved the body to the Prosecutor's Office. (And all this time I thought it was a useless clue just taking up space...)
Judge:
How could the Chief have moved the body!? Mr. Wright! Show us this evidence!
Phoenix:
To move the victim's body... Chief Gant used this!
Present Parking Stub
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is how he moved Detective Goodman's body!
Judge:
A parking stub? "Miles Edgeworth"...
Edgeworth:
You mean...!
Phoenix:
The body was found in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth's car. I think it's obvious what happened. The body was moved by that car!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You mean I... I... I carried the victim's body!?
Phoenix:
Precisely so.
Edgeworth:
But wait! Even you know... I didn't plan on returning to my office... after the ceremony finished that day.
Phoenix:
But you did return! Tell me, why?
Edgeworth:
... A-AAAHHHH...!
Edgeworth:
I... was asked to go. By Chief Gant no less. He told me he wanted me to keep a screwdriver at the Prosecutor's Office. In any case, on the day of the incident, I brought this to the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
So you see... what you really took to the Prosecutor's Office wasn't the screwdriver... but the victim's body in your trunk!
Leads to:
"Detective Goodman's body... was carried in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth's car!"
Present Screwdriver
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is how he moved Detective Goodman's body!
Judge:
What's that? A screwdriver? But what does that have to do with this case?
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth. Think back to the day of the crime. What is this screwdriver doing here?
Edgeworth:
It's here because... ... A-AAAHHHH...!
Edgeworth:
I... was asked to go. By Chief Gant no less. He told me he wanted me to keep it at the Prosecutor's Office. In any case, on the day of the stabbings, I brought this to the Prosecutor's Office.
Edgeworth:
After the ceremony ended that day, I didn't plan to return to the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
But you did. Because Chief Gant asked you to.
Edgeworth:
You mean I... I...
Phoenix:
The body was found in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth's car. I think it's obvious what happened. The body was moved by that car!
Leads to:
"Detective Goodman's body... was carried in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth's car!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well!?
Gant:
I see... Maybe I'll use this later... to move your dead body, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
And I'll help you dispose of it!
Phoenix:
(Chief Gant stayed at the P.D. and Lana stayed at the Prosecutor's Office... That leaves only one possible way he could have moved the body. The only problem is, how did he get him to do it? Maybe that piece of evidence really did have something to do with this case!)
Judge:
I'll ask you again, Mr. Wright. How could the Chief have moved the body!? Mr. Wright! Show us this evidence!
Leads back to:
"To move the victim's body... Chief Gant used this!"
Judge:
Detective Goodman's body... was carried in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth's car!
Phoenix:
Yes. Unless, of course, you have another explanation, Chief? Why else would you have asked Mr. Edgeworth to carry evidence from a closed case?
Gant:
...
Phoenix:
There's only one plausible explanation: to transport the body to your accomplice... Ms. Lana Skye!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! What's going on here!? Is there no room for rebuttal to the defense's outrageous accusations!?
Phoenix:
Think back to the photograph Ms. Starr took at the Prosecutor's Office. This was not a photo of the body being stuffed in the trunk to be taken away. It was exactly the opposite...
Edgeworth:
It is a photo of the body being taken from the trunk!
Judge:
Chief Gant! Please, say something!
Gant:
I believe... your time's up.
Judge:
My "time's up"?
Gant:
Sorry, Wrighto, but I'm having lunch with the District Attorney General after this. We have to get going if we're going to make it in time for the early bird special.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
B-but... The cross-examination isn't finished yet!
Gant:
Remember what I told you earlier? A police chief... has all kinds of weapons at his disposal.
Phoenix:
..."Weapons"...?
Gant:
Like the right to refuse to testify. I'm invoking that right now.
Judge:
What!? That is not a right to be casually invoked. There are certain risks to be considered!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
So you're going to just run away after all this!?
Gant:
"Run away"? Don't make me laugh, Worthy.
Edgeworth:!
Gant:
"I stabbed ol' Goodman." That's what you're saying, right? But if you had any conclusive evidence, you would have presented it by now.
Phoenix:
Well I...
Gant:
You think I had Lana dispose of the body? If so, then show your proof and get it over with!
Judge:
Hmm... I'll say it again, Mr. Wright. Damon Gant is the current Chief of Police. This court will not tolerate any accusations against him without concrete proof. Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Y-Your Honor?
Judge:
Do you have any concrete proof? Proof that Chief Gant murdered Detective Goodman and made Ms. Skye dispose of his body?
Phoenix:
(Do I have any concrete "proof"...?)
Present evidence
Phoenix:
(I can't let him just squirm his way out of this! I've got to keep the pressure on!) Yes, Your Honor. I do have such evidence.
Judge:
Then please hurry up and present it. Just remember, it better prove Chief Gant murdered Detective Goodman beyond a shadow of a doubt!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"So... Er, what exactly is this evidence?"
Judge:
So... Er, what exactly is this evidence?
Phoenix:
It's proof. As to whether or not it's enough to demonstrate the Chief's guilt... I'll let you be the judge!
Judge:
But... I am the judge.
Phoenix:
Oh, right... Well, what do you think, Your Honor?
Judge:
What I think, Mr. Wright, is I'm going to be late for my meal.
Phoenix:
(I guess it wasn't enough...) Please, Your Honor! Give me just a little longer to consider!
Leads back to:
"Hmm..."
I have no proof yet
Leads to:
"(It's no use showing evidence I'm not even sure of myself...)"
Phoenix:
(It's no use showing evidence I'm not even sure of myself...) No, Your Honor. At present I have no conclusive evidence.
Gant:
Hmph! See, Udgey?
Judge:
In that case... This court is forced to penalize you for your allegations against the Chief.
Phoenix:
What?
Gant:
I don't gamble unless the stakes are high! It seems that Lady Luck was on my side again today. Okay Udgey, I'll leave the rest to you!
Judge:
I warned you earlier, Mr. Wright. This...is an affront to a senior officer in our nation's law law ([sic]) enforcement agency.
Phoenix:
... WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
"Lady Luck," hm? Maybe we should have a word with her.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth? What do you mean!?
Edgeworth:
There's one "Lady" who knows the real truth behind this trial... We haven't yet had the honor of hearing her testimony.
Phoenix:
(A lady who knows the truth... Another witness!)
Edgeworth:
In the absence of conclusive evidence, the only other method of proof is testimony.
Phoenix:
But Chief Gant has invoked his right to refuse to testify!
Edgeworth:
There's still someone else. One more witness who can answer all the questions raised in this trial. Someone right in this very room!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth! Who is this person!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Why are you asking me, Your Honor? Have you forgotten? The defense is the one calling witnesses today.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Does such a witness exist?
Phoenix:
(She may not be willing to tell the truth... But we can't just stop now!) Yes, Your Honor! The defense calls forth...
Present Lana Skye profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The defendant... Ms. Lana Skye!?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I thought we were walking the same path together, Mr. Wright. It appears somewhere along the way you got lost.
Judge:
You better find your way back, Mr. Wright, or you'll be left behind!
Phoenix:
(There's another "witness" who can expose Chief Gant's crime... One whom we've all let stand at the sidelines... Now that I think about it, there's only one possible person!)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright. Does such a witness exist?"
Judge:
The defendant... Ms. Lana Skye!?
Phoenix:
She was in the underground parking lot at 5:15 PM on February 21. Her task: to dispose of the victim's body... in accordance with a certain someone's orders!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has no objections, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. The court will now take its final recess for the day. In 15 minutes, we will reconvene to hear the defendant's testimony. This court is now in re-
???:
Hold on!
Judge:
Huh? Chief Gant! I thought you were going to eat.
Gant:
Listen good, Lana!
Phoenix:
(He's talking to Lana!)
Gant:
I don't think you need me to tell you this, but if you accept Mr. Wright's claim... there will be terrible consequences.
Edgeworth:
...!
Gant:
That's right... Your sister will be found guilty... for Neil Marshall's murder!
Phoenix:
Ah! (This isn't good!)
Gant:
Of course, you'd never support such outrageous claims anyway... right? Just something to think about... All right, then. I've got a lunch date to meet.
Judge:
... Okay. If there aren't any further objections... this court is now in recess!
February 25, 2:04 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Edgeworth:
Looks like we managed to stay in the game.
Phoenix:
Yeah. Thanks to your help, Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
That Chief... He's something else, eh pals?
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha. I'm not a "detective" anymore.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah. Sorry about that...
Gumshoe:
Ah, don't worry. I've already decided where to work now! At your office!
Phoenix:
My office...?
Gumshoe:
Sure! I'll take the place of that top-knotted girl you used to work with!
Phoenix:
(Could he mean... Maya?)
Gumshoe:
Still... Looks like we're all out of moves now. Chief Gant's done it again. How is it he always gets the upper hand!?
Phoenix:
It's not fair he has the right to refuse to testify!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Settle down, Wright. Remember what the judge said?
Judge:
But Chief! That is not a right to be casually invoked. There are certain risks to be considered!
Phoenix:
"Risks"... What did he mean by that?
Edgeworth:
It's simple. If the Chief refuses to testify... the opposite also holds true.
???:
You mean, he forfeits his right to say anything too!
Phoenix:
Ema! Are you okay?
Ema:
Yeah. When I came to, I was in the medical office. I've been listening to the trial from the gallery.
Phoenix:
(So she heard everything that's been going on.) Um, Ema... I'm sorry for what I said before.
Ema:
No, don't be. It was the truth. You know, it's funny. I almost feel somehow... relieved.
Phoenix:
"Relieved"?
Ema:
Yeah... Now I finally know what really happened. To think that all this time... my sister was being blackmailed by that terrible man! And she did it all... just to protect me.
Edgeworth:
Ever since her appointment as Chief Prosecutor, everyone who knew her... said she changed. Perhaps... it was easier that way for her.
Gumshoe:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
What do you think I mean? To follow Chief Gant's orders. She must have shut herself up deep inside... to force herself to do anything and everything the Chief told her to do.
Phoenix:
(That must be why she became so cold...)
Ema:
It was all my fault. It's all because I... I murdered Mr. Marshall.
Gumshoe:
Hey. Don't go blaming yourself, now. If you want to blame anyone, blame society, pal!
Ema:
Chief Gant may be able to fool everyone else with his "forgery," but he can't fool my memory. I remember now. I knocked Mr. Marshall into that armor.
Phoenix:
I... I see.
Gumshoe:
Well, we'd better get back. It's time for the final act!
Phoenix:
Ema, why don't you wait h-
Ema:
No. I'm going with you.
Phoenix:!
Ema:
I want to be there... when Lana tells the truth.
Edgeworth:
Let's go, Wright. It's time to end this.
To be continued.
February 25, 2:21 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 9
Judge:
Now then... Will the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye, please take the stand?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Lana Skye. You are the Chief Prosecutor. I'm sure you're aware of what is required of you.
Lana:
But Mr. Edgeworth... you already know everything... You know all that I've done these past two years.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Please provide the court with your testimony, Ms. Skye. And remember... you are under oath. We want to hear the truth.
Lana:
Of course... The truth...
Ema:
Lana! No matter what happens, I'll always be your sister!
Lana:
...
Judge:
Now then, your testimony, if you will. First, tell us about your relationship with Gant.
Phoenix:
(Everything hinges on your testimony. You're the only chance we have to get Gant!)
Witness Testimony
-- Gant & The Fabrication --
Lana:
I worked alongside Gant for years...
There's no truth to this "blackmail" theory.
I fabricated the evidence two years ago all by myself.
When I found Prosecutor Marshall's body, I rearranged the crime scene.
My only motivation was to get Darke convicted. It had nothing to do with Ema.
Judge:
Hmm... Are you sure about this testimony?
Lana:
Your Honor. I'm confessing to a capital offense. Of course I'm sure.
Ema:
But Lana...!
Judge:
If this is true, then that means Chief Gant has nothing to do with this.
Lana:
That's what I've been telling you from the beginning.
Ema:
Please, Mr. Wright. You've got to help her! She's sacrificing herself because of me...
Phoenix:
(But what if she's telling the truth?)
Ema:
She's not. I know my own sister. Whenever she speaks stiffly like that, she's hiding something inside. Deep down, she's really screaming in agony!
Phoenix:
...! (Yeah... This is no time to to start second-guessing myself!)
Judge:
The defense may now begin its cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Gant & The Fabrication --
Lana:
I worked alongside Gant for years...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How many years, exactly?
Lana:
Ever since I made senior detective. Let's see, I was 24 then... so that would be five years.
Judge:
Detective Gant and Detective Skye were legendary partners. I personally saw them testify in numerous cases.
Phoenix:
(She must have been good, coming from the same school as Mia...)
Lana:
Damon Gant was a respectable detective. That's why...
Lana:
There's no truth to this "blackmail" theory.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But think about it, Ms. Skye! You didn't murder Detective Goodman! You told me as much yesterday in jail!
Lana:
You still don't get it, do you Mr. Wright? Any testimony you cannot present in court is as useless as idle gossip.
Phoenix:
...!
Lana:
I stabbed Detective Goodman with a knife. And...
Lana:
I fabricated the evidence two years ago all by myself.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you do so to help your sister?
Lana:
Joe Darke was a serial killer. My sister almost became his last victim that day. I didn't want that incident to ruin her life.
Phoenix:
But what she did was justifiable self-defense! She wouldn't have been charged with anything...
Lana:
That's not the point. She was traumatized that day, all because of that creep! That's why I couldn't forgive him.
Ema:
Lana...
Judge:
So that's why you fabricated the evidence two years ago?
Lana:
When I found Prosecutor Marshall's body, I rearranged the crime scene.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You say you did this all by yourself?
Lana:
Yes.
Edgeworth:
Would you mind telling us what you found when you arrived at the crime scene?
Lana:
... It seems I was the first person to discover the scene. The broken prosecutor award knife was stuck in the victim's body.
Phoenix:
What!? But Prosecutor Marshall died from an unfortunate "accident"!
Lana:
That's only a situation you dreamed was "possible."
Phoenix:
...!
Lana:
The reality is, it wasn't my sister who took the prosecutor's life! Fantasize all you want, Mr. Wright, but I'll never change this statement!
Edgeworth:
You mean, Prosecutor Marshall wound up being killed by Darke?
Lana:
Something like that...
Edgeworth:
If that is so, what happened to the other murder weapon? Darke was carrying a switchblade knife.
Lana:
Oh, that was lying on the floor a little distance away. It was probably knocked away in the struggle.
Phoenix:
(That's not how it went down! She's trying to cover up her lies with more lies!)
Ema:
All just to protect me...
Judge:
So when you found the scene like this, what did you do? After all, this is what everything boils down to!
Lana:
Yes...
Change statement to:
"I broke off the tip of Darke's knife, planted it inside the wound, then moved the body."
Lana:
I broke off the tip of Darke's knife, planted it inside the wound, then moved the body.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You planted the tip of Darke's knife in the victim's wound?
Judge:
And then you moved the body?
Edgeworth:
But why!? Why would you do that...?
Lana:
You of all people should know, Edgeworth. You've always had a good head on your shoulders.
Edgeworth:
...!
Phoenix:
(My head isn't that bad... but maybe I ought to ask for the sake of the others...)
Why did you plant the knife?
Phoenix:
But why did you do that!?
Lana:
Come now, Mr. Wright. Even you should be able to figure it out.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Very well, let's add this to the witness's testimony! The reason Ms. Skye fabricated the knife!
Add statement or change statement "The pieces of the jar that shattered during the events threatened my plan." to:
"I knew the tip of the weapon found buried in his body would be all the proof we needed."
Why did you move the body?
Leads to:
"When you showed up on the scene, where exactly was the victim's body?"
Phoenix:
When you showed up on the scene, where exactly was the victim's body?
Lana:
It was where you deduced it was - by Chief Gant's desk.
Edgeworth:
But the body was found by your desk. Why did you move it there?
Lana:
The reason for that is simple...
Judge:
Let's have the witness explain this in more detail. The reason Ms. Skye moved the body!
Add statement or change statement "I knew the tip of the weapon found buried in his body would be all the proof we needed." to:
"The pieces of the jar that shattered during the events threatened my plan."
Lana:
I knew the tip of the weapon found buried in his body would be all the proof we needed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
According to your testimony, Prosecutor Marshall's broken knife was the murder weapon, right?
Lana:
Yes, and leaving it at that might point the blame away from Darke. I felt the most effective way to get him convicted, would be by having the tip of his knife found inside the victim's body.
Judge:
So you... you buried it inside the victim's stab wound?
Lana:
Yes. Because I hated Darke for what he did.
Judge:
Hmm...
Lana:
The pieces of the jar that shattered during the events threatened my plan.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Pieces of the jar..." You mean...?
Lana:
Yes. That wretched jar Mr. Wright showed us earlier. In order to show that Darke committed the crime... I felt it would be more expedient to move the body.
Edgeworth:
So... when you first found the body, the jar was already...
Lana:
Of course. It had been shattered to pieces. If you looked at the crime scene, it would be clear right away what happened. Neil Marshall was dead, and Darke was lying unconscious... In other words, the jar must have been broken during their struggle.
Judge:
I see.
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
What's the matter, Ema?
Ema:
Apparently the jar shattered at the time the crime was committed. But I have a feeling there is more to it than that.
Phoenix:
(There must be a contradiction here somewhere!)
Lana:
Anyway, I committed this fabrication completely alone.
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Skye, I understand how you feel."
Lana:
My only motivation was to get Darke convicted. It had nothing to do with Ema.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you rearranged the crime scene... Are you sure you didn't do this to keep Ema from looking like the "murderer"?
Lana:
How many times do I have to tell you, Mr. Wright? Ema didn't do it. Period.
Phoenix:
(Are you so desperate to hide that fact... you're willing to risk the death sentence?)
Ema:
She's lying! She did it so I wouldn't be blamed for what happened!
Lana:
In any case... as a prosecutor, what I've done is unpardonable. There's nothing I can do to make up for my actions.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! My sister's lying!
Phoenix:
Looks like she's determined to protect you to the end. She insists she fabricated the evidence by herself.
Ema:
There's no way she could have done it alone!
Phoenix:
(I've got to get Lana to talk more. If she's lying, then she's bound to slip up and make a contradiction!)
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye, I understand how you feel. You committed that "crime" two years ago to protect your sister.
Judge:
You mean the forgery at the scene where Neil Marshall was murdered?
Phoenix:
If that truth were to be exposed now, the past two years of your life will have been useless. Even so, I am compelled to bring to everyone's attention a significant contradiction within your testimony!
Lana:
A contradiction... in my testimony?
Phoenix:
You testified, and I quote, "The pieces of the jar that shattered during the events threatened my plan."
Lana:
That's right...
Judge:
Do you have a problem with that?
Phoenix:
It's a simple oversight, really. You see, a message was written on this jar with the victim's blood.
Lana:
Yes. The prosecutor must have written it in his final moments.
Phoenix:
Exactly so. And this is where the contradiction lies.
Lana:!
Phoenix:
In order for the victim to be able to write his message on the jar, it must not yet have been broken before he died!
Lana:
Ah...
Phoenix:
He couldn't have written Ema's name on a shattered jar!
Judge:
Order! Order!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. It would appear... more information is needed in regard to this jar, and its bloody message! We may be missing something critical here!
Phoenix:
(Something critical...?)
Edgeworth:
Chief Prosecutor. It seems you're as in the dark as we are... about the truth towards which we're headed.
Lana:
What...?
Edgeworth:
Just tell us exactly what you saw. We'll piece together the information to arrive at the truth.
Judge:
Very well! The witness may now continue her testimony!
Lana:
...
Witness Testimony
-- Jar & Message in Blood --
Lana:
I immediately noticed the blood traces on the jar,
but it was dark in the room and I didn't have time to check it out.
To be safe, I wiped away the blood.
The fragments were large, so I'm sure I got them all.
All I could think about was wiping them clean before they were discovered.
Judge:
You mean you were the one who wiped away this message in blood!?
Lana:
I wasn't Chief Prosecutor at the time.
Ema:
She didn't think Darke was the real murderer. That's why she tried to erase the "real evidence."
Judge:
Very well. The defense may now begin its cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Jar & Message in Blood --
Lana:
I immediately noticed the blood traces on the jar,
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So the jar was already broken?
Lana:
It's a miracle that thing hadn't broken earlier.
Judge:
It certainly looks as feeble as the defense's case...
Phoenix:
(But not as feeble as the judge's judgment...)
Edgeworth:
You were an ace detective who never missed a detail. Do you really expect us to believe you didn't investigate what was written on the jar pieces?
Lana:
Normally I would have,
Lana:
but it was dark in the room and I didn't have time to check it out.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you didn't know your sister's name was written on the jar?
Lana:
No. If I had known... I would have gathered all the pieces and ground them to dust.
Phoenix:
(Well, that helps my case...)
Ema:
Lana... you'd do that for me?
Phoenix:
It seems you two might make up yet.
Lana:
Anyway, I just barely had enough time to move the body as it was.
Edgeworth:
If someone happened upon the scene, you'd lose your chance to erase the evidence. You must have been in a hurry.
Lana:
I was. I knew I had to destroy the evidence before anyone came.
Judge:
This is rather shocking...
Lana:
To be safe, I wiped away the blood.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I'm afraid this action of yours reveals what really happened.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
If you really thought Darke killed Prosecutor Marshall, you wouldn't have wiped away the blood.
Lana:
... What else could I have done in that situation?
Ema:
Lana...
Lana:
I only had a few moments. There wasn't enough time for me to do anything else but gather up the pieces.
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Skye. I believe this jar conceals a truth even you were unaware of."
Lana:
The fragments were large, so I'm sure I got them all.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But how could you see with the power out? It should have been pitch black in that office.
Lana:
A detective is always prepared, Mr. Wright. Even now I always carry a pocket light and a camera with me.
Ema:
Even I carry my a bottle of emergency Luminol wherever I go!
Lana:
I never miss anything. I got every last piece.
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Skye. I believe this jar conceals a truth even you were unaware of."
Lana:
All I could think about was wiping them clean before they were discovered.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you illegally rearranged the crime scene?
Lana:
Yes. I don't have any excuse for my actions.
Ema:
I'm so sorry, Lana. I didn't know... I've treated you so badly all this time...
Phoenix:
(It's not too late. There's still plenty of time to make up... After we've gotten to the bottom of this incident!)
Judge:
No doubt this day will leave a permanent stain on the history of the Prosecutor's Office.
Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Skye. I believe this jar conceals a truth even you were unaware of."
Ema:
More contradictions have surfaced in her testimony.
Phoenix:
Your sister's really putting up a fight. She must really care about you. Still, she's not doing this the right way...
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:
(I think I've finally figured out the contradictions in her testimony. There's one final "possibility" that might turn everything around!)
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye. I believe this jar conceals a truth even you were unaware of.
Lana:
What?
Phoenix:
We found the final piece of this jar in Chief Gant's safe.
Lana:
In the Chief's safe? But how...?
Phoenix:
(I knew it! She really didn't know!) There's something even more disturbing about that final piece: There was still blood on it.
Judge:
But the witness just testified... that she gathered every last piece and wiped the blood off of them!
Phoenix:
Yes, which leaves us with only one explanation. On the night Prosecutor Marshall was murdered... you were not the first one to show up on the scene! Chief Gant got there before you!
Judge:
But couldn't the defendant have simply missed a piece?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I'm afraid that's unlikely. The pieces are too big for anyone to miss, let alone an ace detective!
Judge:
That may well be, but everyone makes mistakes. Even I once wasted an entire day looking for my dentures. They were in my mouth all along! Ha! Can you believe that!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Have you forgotten, Your Honor? When this witness arrived at the scene, the jar was already broken.
Judge:
Oh, that...
Edgeworth:
There's no way a name could have been written on a shattered jar. Another person discovered the scene prior to the witness!
Judge:
I hope you're not implying this "person" was Chief Gant. At the time, he was looking for Darke downstairs. Besides, even if he was there first, why would he break the jar?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The question is, if he did arrive there first, why did he hide that fact for two years!?
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor? Can you answer us that!?
Judge:
Nnnnn... NNNNGHAAAAAAA! Noooooooooooo!
Judge:
Wait, I'm not the one on trail ([sic]) here!
Edgeworth:
Damon Gant arrived at the crime scene prior to the witness. He proceeded to break the jar, and purposefully hid one of the broken pieces. Question: What is this action called?
Phoenix:
Fabrication...
Judge:
B-but why would Chief Gant do that!?
Edgeworth:
In light of what happened afterwards, isn't it clear?
Judge:
What happened afterwards...?
Edgeworth:
Discovering the scene, Lana Skye believed her sister Ema killed the victim. Determined to help her sister, she sought Gant's aid. Lending her his "aid," Gant helped her create evidence that incriminated Darke, sparing Ema. And here is the reason! The reason why Ms. Skye became the Chief's puppet!
Lana:
...!! N-no... I... I did it on my own...
Ema:
Please, Sis! Stop trying to protect the Chief! I... I can't watch you suffer any more for my sake...
Lana:
No, you didn't! It wasn't you, Ema! You didn't kill anyone! Don't believe anything Mr. Wright says! Defense attorneys make up the he ([sic]) most foul lies to defend their clients!
Phoenix:
"Foul lies"...? (Imagine that, coming from my own client!)
Judge:
Hmm... I guess you do seem the type who likes to twist the truth.
Phoenix:
...! (Wait a minute... What if... we're still smack dab in the middle of Gant's trap!?)
Judge:
Is something wrong, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Lana... may be right after all.
Edgeworth:! What do you mean, Wright?
Ema:
So you do tell foul lies then, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye! Please testify once more!
Lana:
But...
Phoenix:
If evidence was "fabricated" behind your back... then Ema's accidental killing of Prosecutor Marshall... might also be a lie!
Ema:
B-but, I do remember knocking over Mr. Marshall...
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye! If you will!
Lana:
... I... I can't...
Edgeworth:
There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Lana:
...!
Edgeworth:
This cross-examination may not change a thing. However, there is a possibility that it will, if you tell the truth!
Lana:
... Very well. I'll testify... about what I really saw.
Judge:
All right. The witness may testify once more, for the final time!
Witness Testimony
-- Actual Crime Scene --
Lana:
When I arrived, I found Mr. Marshall's body impaled on that suit of armor's sword.
Ema and Darke were lying unconscious on the floor nearby.
When I saw what had happened, I thought she... did it.
That's why I erased all the evidence that linked her to the murder.
I had Chief Gant help me remove the body from the sword and carry it...
But if it all really was a fabrication, Ema might be innocent!
Judge:
Unbelievable! The body was impaled on the armor's sword?
Edgeworth:
You were the only one who saw that. If only you had proof...
Lana:
... Actually, I do have proof.
Edgeworth:!
Lana:
I gave it to Mr. Wright just this morning.
Phoenix:
What? To me!?
Lana:
It's a picture I took of the crime scene as I encountered it. I thought it might be needed.
Phoenix:
But I don't remember receiving a picture like that...
Ema:
Lana must have known... See. Mr. Wright? She really does have faith in you!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Please present this "picture"!
Phoenix:
(I don't remember receiving any pictures from Lana...)
Ema:
Lana said she gave it to you this morning, right?
Phoenix:
I seem to remember getting something from her then...
Ema:
Let's check that evidence again! There must be a picture in there somewhere!
Examine evidence
Back of Evidence Law
Leads to:
"Hey... There's a picture here!"
Phoenix:
Hey... There's a picture here!
Ema:
Oh... Oh my... This is... the actual crime scene...!
Lana:
No other detective saw the crime scene like this. That's because I contacted Criminal Affairs only after I rearranged the scene.
Lana's picture inserted in the Court Record.
Ema:*gasp* Mr. Wright! That piece cut out from his vest! Could that be...
Phoenix:
(The cloth we found inside Chief Gant's safe!)
Phoenix:
What's this?
Ema:
It's... a handprint.
Ema:
That cloth... It had fingerprints on it! Whosever fingerprints those are must be the real murderer!
Phoenix:
(What!? But those fingerprints... They're yours, Ema!)
Ema:
Why are your lips turning all purple, Mr. Wright?
Edgeworth:
Anyway, let's get on with the cross-examination. So long as you tell the truth, we should be able to flush out the real murderer.
Judge:
Very well. The defense may now begin its cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Actual Crime Scene --
Lana:
When I arrived, I found Mr. Marshall's body impaled on that suit of armor's sword.
Hold it!
Gant:
Come now, Udgey. This is the poorest excuse for a trial I've ever seen!
Judge:
Chief Gant...
Gant:
What, now you want to make me out as the bad guy too? If so, I'd like to put in a word or two in my defense.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid it's too late for that.
Gant:
What?
Edgeworth:
You already declined testimony. That means you forfeited your right to make statements of any sort.
Gant:
...
Phoenix:
(This must be the "risk" the judge was talking about...)
Edgeworth:
Just sit back, relax... and enjoy the sound of the noose tightening around your own neck.
Gant:
GGGCCKCKCCKKKK...! ... Ah, so what? You think I'm worried?
Phoenix:
...!
Gant:
Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't need to make any statements.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Gant:
The evidence will do all the talking for me. Even if I can't testify, I can still present evidence.
Judge:
Yes, that's true... Wait! You mean... you still have some conclusive evidence?
Gant:
No, I don't. But someone does.
Judge:
"Someone"...?
Gant:
So then... what's your excuse Wrighto?
Phoenix:
...!
Gant:
Why have you been keeping quiet about it? You do have something to show us, right? Something that proves who knocked over Neil Marshall, causing his death. Conclusive evidence, that leaves no room for doubt!
Judge:
I-is this true, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
... (If I show that piece of evidence now... Ema's sure to be made out as the murderer!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! If you have any more evidence, present it now! And if you try to conceal anything... you will be the one appearing before the Board of Inquiries!
Phoenix:
(What do I do now!? I'd better think this through carefully. I can't afford to make the wrong decision! Should I present that piece of evidence? The one that shows who really killed Prosecutor Marshall?)
Show evidence
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. I do have further evidence.
Ema:
All right! The time's finally come to show it to them! Those prints have got to be the Chief's!
Judge:
Now then, let's see this "conclusive" evidence! The evidence that shows who actually murdered Prosecutor Marshall!
Present Strip of Cloth
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That's... a piece of leather clothing?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(No... I can't! I can't show them that yet!)
Ema:
Why not? You know which item to show!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright. If you're not sure, then think it through again... How can you use that evidence to your advantage?
Leads back to:
"(What do I do now!?)"
Judge:
That's... a piece of leather clothing?
Phoenix:
Yes. It most likely was cut from the victim's vest, near his chest.
Edgeworth:
What's this!? There's a big handprint on it!
Gant:
Surely it must have been left on the cloth by whoever shoved the victim into the sword.
Judge:
What? Who's fingerprints are on this!?
Gant:
I'm sure Wrighto has checked, haven't you?
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Well? Whose are they!?
Phoenix:
... ... ...They're Ms. Skye's. Ms. Ema Skye's.
Ema:
What!? They're mine...? So I really did do it...
Gant:
See? I told you it was conclusive.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But this was found in your safe! That means it's possible you forged it!
Gant:
I don't know what you're talking about.
Phoenix:!
Gant:
I don't remember any cloth in my safe. Do you really expect me to believe that?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But...!
Edgeworth:
Give it up, Mr. Wright. It's over.
Phoenix:!
Edgeworth:
You shouldn't have presented that... By presenting that evidence, you tied Ema Skye to Neil Marshall's death.
Phoenix:
No...
Judge:
It appears we have our killer.
Phoenix:
NNNO...NOOOOOO!!!
Everything hinged on that point. In the end, Lana was found guilty.
Guilty
Game over
Cannot show evidence
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I don't have any evidence I can present at this point in time."
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I don't have any evidence I can present at this point in time.
Gant:
What!? You lie!
Judge:
Chief Gant?
Gant:
You... you opened my safe! I know you took what was inside! The conclusive evidence!
Phoenix:
I don't know what you're talking about.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Why don't you show them? We found it together!
Gant:
Oh, I see. It's because you know the truth, don't you? You know whose fingerprints are on it. That's why you won't present it!
Edgeworth:
What are you talking about, Chief Gant!?
Gant:
Can't you figure it out? Take a good look at this picture. See the victim's vest? Notice anything odd about the chest area?
Judge:
It looks like part of it's been cut off for some reason.
Edgeworth:
You mean, you had this...? In your safe?
Judge:
What!? That means you... the Chief of Police... concealing evidence! This is going to be the biggest scandal in the history of the Police Department!!!
Gant:
... Impressive... To be honest, I didn't think you had the gall, Wrighto.
Phoenix:
...!
Gant:
Well, I can't just let you pin me up as the murderer. I'll tell you what really happened.
Judge:
What!? You mean you admit to it!?
Gant:
I was the first person to arrive at the crime scene that day. It then occurred to me that I could use the situation to control Lana.
Ema:
So you really were manipulating her!
Gant:
I knew Lana. If I made it look like the blame lay with her sister... That when she saw the scene, she would ask me for my aid.
Edgeworth:
So you "assisted" Ms. Skye!
Gant:
I told her to arrange all the evidence. I had her plant the knife tip in the victim's body, and move the body across the room.
Edgeworth:
And I ended up using that evidence to get Joe Darke convicted!
Gant:
When we rearranged the crime scene, I hid two pieces of evidence. I did this before Lana arrived at the scene.
Phoenix:
Two pieces of evidence... You mean those items in your safe!
Judge:
But... why?
Gant:
For insurance, of course.
Phoenix:
"Insurance"...?
Gant:
I was sure my plan would work, but it's always bet to be prepared for the worst. I wasn't about to let anyone blame me for a murder that girl committed.
Judge:
You mean you were calculating that far ahead while forging the evidence!?
Gant:
Who do you take me for, a fool? I didn't make police chief by dumb luck. See this jar fragment? I hid the most legible part of Ema's name. I didn't expect Lana to go and wipe the blood off all the pieces.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But if you fabricated all the evidence... what's to say you didn't fabricate the message on this jar, too?
Gant:
Ho ho ho... Some people just don't know when to quit, do they? That's why I kept one more item for "insurance."
Edgeworth:
You mean that piece of cloth?
Gant:
Come on, Wrighto. Cough it up, already. I know you have it.
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
What are you waiting for, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
So you admit to it then, Chief Gant? That you were hiding the cloth you cut off the victim's vest in your safe?
Gant:
Yes, I admit it. I didn't want to have to do that, being Chief and all, but it's a lot better than being portrayed as a murderer!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? What do you have to say for yourself? Just a moment ago, you said you didn't have any evidence you could present.
Gant:
Foolish move, Wrighto. You should have shown it then before it was too late.
Phoenix:
(It's been a long battle... but the moment of truth has finally arrived! As long as I don't mess up here, victory is mine!)
Show evidence
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I do have evidence to present now."
Cannot show evidence
Phoenix:
(No! It's too late to show the evidence now! Besides, even if I did... it'd just expose that poor girl's fingerprints!)
Edgeworth:
Wright. Think hard over the circumstances.
Phoenix:
The circumstances...?
Edgeworth:
I'm talking about "then" and "now." There's one major difference between the two. Weren't you waiting for that difference?
Phoenix:
...! (So... Edgeworth figured out my plan!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! This is your only chance!
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I do have evidence to present now."
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I do have evidence to present now.
Judge:
All right then, let's see this "conclusive" evidence! The evidence that shows who actually murdered Prosecutor Marshall!
Present Strip of Cloth
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Let me verify this once more."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
... Mr. Edgeworth? Your opinion, please?
Edgeworth:
I think Mr. Wright's humor has improved... at the expense of his defense.
Judge:
Better polish up your defense, Mr. Wright!
Ema:
Come on, Mr. Wright! You remember that thing with the murderer's handprint on it, don't you?
Judge:
There's no way around it, Mr. Wright. I'll ask you just one more time.
Gant:
...
Leads back to:
"Your Honor, I do have evidence to present now."
Phoenix:
Let me verify this once more. On the day of the crime, you personally cut out this piece of the victim's vest?
Gant:
Oh, yes! At last you've finally brought it out into the open.
Judge:
There's a handprint on this piece of cloth!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! The prosecution requests that be immediately sent to the lab for analysis! This handprint on the leather... There must have been a strong impact for it to be left so clearly!
Judge:! You mean...
Edgeworth:
It could not have been forged. It must be authentic, conclusive evidence!
Gant:
Ho ho ho... You're as slow on the uptake as ever, Worthy!
Edgeworth:
What?
Gant:
Think about it. Wrighto had all this time to present this evidence... Yet he was reluctant to do so. Why would that be?
Edgeworth:
...! You mean you already know? You know whose fingerprints are on that?
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright... Do you really know?
Judge:
Whoever the fingerprints belong to must be the real murderer! Whose fingerprints are they!?
Phoenix:
Very well. I'll tell you. (It should be okay now. Everything's proceeding as predicted.) The person whom these fingerprints belong to are...
Present Ema Skye profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ema? Ema Skye!?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(No, it's no use lying here. They'll discover the truth the second they analyze this.)
Gant:
What's the matter, Mr. Wright? Hurry up and tell us!
Judge:
You do know, don't you, Mr. Wright?
Leads back to:
"Whoever the fingerprints belong to must be the real murderer!"
Judge:
Ema? Ema Skye!?
Ema:
What!? They're mine...!?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Ema...
Ema:
But why... Why didn't you tell me!?
Gant:
Oh ho ho ho! You're really something, Wrighto! You knew this girl did it all along, and you still tried to pin the murder on me!
Judge:
So it's true. Tragic, but true. This girl really did shove Prosecutor Marshall to his death.
Hold it!
Lana:
How could you!? You... you monster!!!
Judge:
Ms. Skye...
Lana:
You knew whose fingerprints those were all along, yet you... you acted like she really didn't...
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye. It's not over yet...
Lana:
What!?
Phoenix:
I said this trial isn't over yet.
Gant:
Ha! But I'm afraid it is over, boy! Not only this trial... but your career too!
Phoenix:
...
Gant:
You purposely concealed this conclusive evidence. That, my friend, is a serious offense.
Phoenix:
...
Gant:
I'm looking forward to pressing charges after the defendant is convicted. I'll have your badge, boy!
Phoenix:
...
Gant:
What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Aren't you going to tell us how it feels? How it feels to be the one who single-handedly turned a poor little girl into a murderer!?
Phoenix:
... Before I do that... there's just one little thing I have to clear up.
Gant:
Oh? And what's that?
Phoenix:
Who really killed Prosecutor Neil Marshall.
Judge:
What!?
Phoenix:
Chief Gant, you are absolutely right. This piece of cloth proves who the real murderer is. Who killed Neil Marshall, you ask?
Judge:
It was Ema Skye, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid that's not possible. You see, this piece of cloth contains a critical contradiction!
Gant:
What!? A contradiction!? What is this fool babbling about!?
Phoenix:
I'm talking about a contradiction. One that proves... who the real killer is!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! This piece of cloth... What could it possibly contradict!?
Phoenix:
(Chief Gant, your tyrannical reign ends here!) Behold! The piece of evidence that contradicts this cloth!
Present Lana's Picture
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"And what exactly is this supposed to be...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Gant:
Oh ho ho ho! It's fun watching you squirm, Wrighto!
Judge:
This piece of evidence indeed seems to contradict something... like your outward appearance of mental sanity!!!
Phoenix:
(What am I doing!? If this cloth was cut from Prosecutor Marshall's vest after he died.. Then something's definitely not right about it!)
Edgeworth:
It's too late to turn back now. You're the only one who can put an end to this, Wright!
Leads back to:
"(Chief Gant, your tyrannical reign ends here!)"
Gant:
And what exactly is this supposed to be...?
Phoenix:
This is the picture Ms. Skye took. Take a good look at it. See where the piece of his vest was cut out?
Judge:
Yes... His shirt is showing underneath. It's hard to make out with all the blood on his vest, though.
Phoenix:
Exactly my point. His chest is soaked with blood. That's only natural. His lungs no doubt were punctured. Blood poured out of his mouth.
Judge:
Oh! But that piece of cloth... Wait... There's no blood on it!
Gant:
AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Phoenix:
Since Ema Skye's fingerprints are on this cloth, there's no doubt that she shoved the prosecutor aside! However! Mr. Marshall was not impaled on the sword!
Gant:
No! Th-this is nonsense!
Phoenix:
Now then, Chief Gant. Let me ask you something. Prosecutor Marshall was not impaled when he was shoved aside.
Edgeworth:
He most likely hit his head on the ground and was knocked out.
Phoenix:
If so, then tell me. Who could it have been? Who could have arrived at the scene before Ms. Skye, picked up the unconscious prosecutor, and impaled him on the armor's sword?
Gant:
Hnnngngghgghh...
Edgeworth:
Then, to make it look like Ema was responsible for the prosecutor's death, said person proceeded to write her name on the jar with the victim's blood. Then he broke the jar on purpose, to leave behind a clue, and make Lana believe her sister did it!
Gant:
...
Phoenix:
Remember what you admitted only moments ago? That you personally cut out this bloodless piece of the victim's vest? Ironic, isn't it? Through the very act of creating "insurance," you proved that you were the actual murderer!
Gant:
NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Phoenix:
(It's finished...)
Objection!
Gant:
Heh... Heh heh heh! Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho! That was close, Wrighto! You almost had me!
Phoenix:!
Gant:
Sorry, but you'll have to do better than that. I refute your allegations.
Judge:
What do you mean, you "refute" his allegations?
Gant:
You see, that piece of cloth... is illegal evidence!
Judge:
Order! Order! What nonsense is this!?
Gant:
Illegal evidence cannot be used to convict a suspect! Remember, Udgey? Earlier, ol' Wrighto here concealed that piece of cloth!
Gant:
So then... what's your excuse Wrighto? You do have some conclusive evidence, don't you?
Phoenix:
... Your Honor, I don't have any evidence I can present at this point in time.
Judge:
Well, that's true... The defense did refuse to present evidence!
Gant:
At that moment, that piece of cloth ceased to be "legal evidence"!
Ema:
But that's not fair...!
Gant:
Hoo hoo hoo hooooo! Did you actually think you could best me in court? It looks like the last laugh's on you, son!
Judge:
I'm afraid Mr. Gant's claim is legally correct. Well, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
True... Illegal evidence cannot be used to convict a person... assuming, of course, that the evidence is indeed illegal.
Judge:
Hmm? Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
... (It seems... at last... The time for me to reveal my plan has finally arrived.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Do you admit to it? That you purposefully and illegally concealed this piece of cloth?
I did
Phoenix:
(No! If I admit to that... all my planning will have been for nothing!)
Judge:
It seems... Mr. Wright didn't understand the implication of his conduct.
Edgeworth:
If you're going to change your position, this is your only chance, Wright!
Phoenix:
(He's right...)
Leads to:
"Certainly, I refused to present evidence at one point."
I did not
Leads to:
"Certainly, I refused to present evidence at one point."
Phoenix:
Certainly, I refused to present evidence at one point.
Gant:
Aha! So the evidence is illegal!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
No it isn't, Mr. Gant.
Gant:
Huh?
Phoenix:
It's not that I "didn't" present evidence then... it's that I "couldn't."
Judge:
What do you mean, you "couldn't"?
Phoenix:
There are certain procedures involved when presenting evidence!
Gant:
No, Udgey! Don't listen to his lies! He's nothing but a coward! You can't let him?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There is only one issue left to be resolved in this trial: Is this evidence legal or not?
Judge:
Very well. Let us settle this once and for all. Earlier you refused to present evidence. If you can prove your conduct was not in violation of the law, then do so now!
Present Evidence Law
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is my proof, Your Honor: "Evidence Law.""
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
It seems... your very existence is "illegal."
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Edgeworth:
You've lost it, Wright. All this time I thought you were using the Chief's knowledge of the law to trap him. It looks like you're the one who got trapped.
Phoenix:
I guess I should just stick to what I'm used to.
Judge:
I never expected to hear that coming from a defense attorney.
Phoenix:
(Gant's a pro at slipping through loopholes in the law... Still, the law's the only weapon I can use to beat him!)
Leads back to:
"Very well."
Phoenix:
This is my proof, Your Honor: "Evidence Law."
Gant:
What's this?
Phoenix:
I've done my homework too, Chief. Indeed, Ema Skye's fingerprints were on this piece of cloth. However! At that point in time, this was merely a piece of cloth, nothing more.
Gant:
What?
Phoenix:
You see, it's written right here in this book: The second rule of evidence law!
Gant:
...!
Edgeworth:
Rule 1: no evidence shall be shown without the approval of the Police Department!
Phoenix:
I found this piece of evidence myself... inside your safe. It goes without saying I did not get approval from the Police Department.
Edgeworth:
Rule 2: unregistered evidence presented must be relevant to the case in trial.
Phoenix:
And here is the crux of the matter. You see, at the time it was impossible for me to prove the relevance... between the cloth and the SL-9 Incident.
Gant:
What!? What kind of nonsense is this!? You want "relevancy"? Just take one look at this picture and-
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but can you recall... when was that picture presented?
Judge:
That was shown only a few moments ago!
Gant:
No...
Edgeworth:
He's right. At the beginning of today's trial, that piece of cloth was still meaningless.
Phoenix:
The person who gave it value as evidence... was you, Damon Gant.
Gant:
...!
Edgeworth:
You yourself confessed to a certain "truth."
Phoenix:
Let me verify this once more. On the day of the crime, you personally cut out this piece of the victim's vest?
Gant:
Oh, yes!
Gant:
NNNNOOOOO!!!
Edgeworth:
It was then that you approved this cloth... as conclusive evidence. Yes! You, the Chief of Police, personally approved this cloth!
Phoenix:
The only person who could have cut this from the victim's vest... is the one who stood before Prosecutor Marshall in his final moments. In other words, the real murderer! And there's only one person who that could be... Damon Gant, the killer was you!
Gant:
N... N... Mmph... WA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO UH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW!!! I knew I should have gotten rid of him... That good-for-nothing scum! For two years he's been snooping around the department trying to get something on me! Crimes are being committed everyday, yet he insisted on hounding me!
Edgeworth:
Well, your crime wasn't exactly petty.
Gant:
He wanted to reinvestigate the case. He recruited Angel Starr, then convinced Bruce Goodman...
Phoenix:
Detective Goodman?
Gant:
Yeah, that's right.
Marshall:
If the evidence is transferred I'll lose my only chance to find out the truth! Please, you've got to help me!
Gant:
Goodman turned him down, as he ought to. Still, Jake Marshall didn't know when to quit.
Edgeworth:
He stole Goodman's ID card and tried to take the evidence!
Gant:
Goodman came to me that day. He wanted to file a lost item report. I went with him to the evidence room. Then all of a sudden he had to speak out!
Gant:
What are you talking about, Goodman?
Goodman:
Can you please reopen the investigation, Chief? We can't transfer the evidence out. There are too many questions left unanswered!
Gant:
He... told me to open up the evidence room and take it out.
Goodman:
It's not too late. I'll hand this to Marshall!
Gant:
Well, to be honest, I was a little panicked, too. I had a bad feeling about it, but never knew it would come to this. That's when I saw it... that accursed knife. I couldn't just pull it out.
Edgeworth:
You would only increase the amount of blood and you couldn't finish what you started.
Gant:
Even so, the blood was just pouring out. I didn't know who might stumble in, so I was wiping it up. I was worrying so much about the floor, I didn't realize my mistake.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe's bloody hand print...
Gant:
I used to be known as the "crime computer"... But everyone has to start somewhere, I guess. I was too nervous. I had no business doing any of it.
Edgeworth:
Then you put the body in my car?
Gant:
I'm sorry! We couldn't think of any other way to move the body. We broke the trunk, but what's the big deal? You pull down a lot more than us detectives!
Edgeworth:
Grr...
Phoenix:
W-what does this have to do with anything? You're horrible! How could you get Ms. Skye involved in all of this!?
Gant:
Well, she had as much to lose as I did if the truth came out.
Edgeworth:
So you took the evidence from Detective Goodman's locker?
Gant:
I feel bad for having to do it. I couldn't sit around and pick and choose what to take.
Phoenix:
Well... you left the jar fragment and gloves.
Gant:
... Yeah... It looks like I was better off being an investigator of crimes than a committer. They all did their best to get in my way... I've got to hand it to them, they do their jobs well... much to my dismay.
Edgeworth:
Fake evidence doesn't hold up very well upon close examination. You must have known that...
Gant:
Tell me, Worthy. What are you doing in court?
Edgeworth:
Me?
Gant:
You despise criminals. I can feel it. You and me... we're the same.
Edgeworth:!
Gant:
One day you'll understand. If you want to take them on alone... you'll figure out what's needed!
Edgeworth:
...
Gant:
Well, looks like it's time to say goodbye. Oh, Udgey.
Judge:
Wh-what?
Gant:
Looks like we'll have to cancel that lunch date. Sorry old friend!
Judge:
... I'm sorry too, Damon Gant.
Gant:
...
Judge:
I knew you as you used to be, long ago. You were once a fine investigator, and an example to others on the force. I'm sorry to learn that you are no longer that person.
Gant:
Those days are gone now, Udgey. Thanks for all the memories, though... Don't worry, you'll be fine! Now you have Wrighto here... and Worthy. With these two around, you can't go wrong... You see, if I listen carefully, I can hear it right now... The sound of a new beginning!
Phoenix:
There are two things I want you to understand.
Lana:
Yes?
Phoenix:
First, your sister never hurt anyone. Second, Damon Gant betrayed you from the beginning. You see, Ms. Skye... you no longer have any reason to keep silent.
Lana:
You're right. When this trial is over, I'll tell everything. All that I've done these past two years... from the time I had Gant help me forge evidence, up until today.
Judge:
So... it seems all the questions raised in this trial have been answered.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Ms. Skye... I couldn't get you out of all your trouble.
Lana:
... My, my. What high standards you have... for a rookie.
Phoenix:
...!
Lana:
I can see why Mia thought so highly of you. Who knows? A few years from now, you just might make it to the top. I owe you my thanks, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye...
Lana:
And to you too, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...!
Lana:
You've suffered every bit as much as I have over these past few days. Believe me, I know how much of an ordeal it's been for you.
Edgeworth:
Hmph! It was nothing.
Phoenix:
(Liar...)
Lana:
I was worried the pressure might break you. And yet... you rose above it all and guided Mr. Wright to victory. You've done well, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
S-stop it! I only did my job!
Judge:
In light of this case... It seems a good self-examining is in order for all of us. Ms. Skye.
Lana:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
You are innocent of murder. However... Although the Chief blackmailed you, the fact is you still acted as his accomplice. A trial will be scheduled for these crimes at a later date.
Lana:
Yes. I understand, Your Honor.
Judge:
Is there something amusing about all of this? Why are you smiling?
Lana:
It's been a long time, Your Honor. A long time since I've felt free of these heavy chains...
Judge:
Well, this trial has gone on far too long already. Regarding the charge of murder, this court finds the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. The court is adjourned!
February 25, 5:03 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
(At long last... It's finally over...) E-Ema?
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
Why the long face? I'm sorry your sister didn't get completely off the hook, but at least she wasn't convicted for a murder she didn't commit!
Ema:
No, that's not it. Just now, after the trial ended...
Lana:
I can see why Mia Fey thought so highly of you. I owe you my thanks, Mr. Wright. And to you too, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...!
Lana:
You've suffered every bit as much as I have over these past few days. You've done well.
Ema:
You know, I did my best too. But... Lana didn't say a single word to me.
Gumshoe:
Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
...
Gumshoe:
Oh... Guess I am. I'll come back later.
Phoenix:
Ah, Detective Gumshoe! What is it?
Gumshoe:
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Making a detective run all around while on duty, and to top it off you call me here... I've seen happier people at funerals! Hey, lighten up, pals. I'm only kidding!
Ema:
Oh... Are you here because of my sister again?
Gumshoe:
Nope, not this time! I came today because of you, pal!
Ema:
Me...?
Gumshoe:
That's right. I thought you'd like to see someone.
Ema:
Lana!
Phoenix:
Should you be doing this? She's still under arrest, you know.
Gumshoe:
... Well, I won't tell if you won't.
Lana:
Ema... I owe you an apology.
Ema:
It's okay, Sis. Don't worry about it.
Lana:
That day, two years ago,
Ema:
...!
Lana:
was the first time in my life I ever panicked. It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming. All I could think about was keeping you from getting wrapped up in that mess.
Ema:
Sis...
Lana:
I asked Gant to help me cover up the "truth." I thought I was doing it for your sake... But now I realize I was wrong.
Ema:
...
Lana:
I changed after that day. I had to... It was the only way I could make it through the past two years. I knew how much I was hurting you by distancing myself... but I couldn't bring myself to tell you what I did. I... I was scared. Scared that you'd look at me with those eyes of yours. I was scared of how you'd react if you knew...
Ema:
But Sis! You were only doing it for me...
Lana:
No...
Ema:
Huh?
Lana:
I turned my back on you that day. In hiding what I believed to be the truth, I was deceiving you!
Ema:
Sis...
Lana:
I'm such a fool... It took me all this time to realize it. Ema... I'm so sorry.
Ema:
But Sis! You don't have to apologize! I'm happy now!
Lana:
You're... happy?
Ema:
Of course! You know, Sis, I always knew that one day you'd come back. And now you have!
Lana:
Oh Ema... Ema!
Phoenix:
No one can change the past. The only thing we can do is strive to make up for our mistakes. Why must we make up for our mistakes, you ask? Because in so doing... we can find the way back to our path. And once we've found our path, we can move on from our past mistakes toward a brighter future. At least, that's what I felt, looking at those two sisters make up.
Lana:
Mr. Wright. Mr. Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
M-Me?
Lana:
Thank you both, for all that you've done. I'm sure we'll meet again someday. Isn't that right, Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth...?
Lana:
Stop hiding and come over here.
Phoenix:
(Where was he hiding!?)
Edgeworth:
I just came to say... Congratulations.
Lana:
Thank you.
Ema:
Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Right. Well... I'll be going now!
Lana:
Mr. Edgeworth. I hope you don't blame yourself for what happened.
Edgeworth:
...!
Lana:
We were the ones who acted corruptly, not you.
Edgeworth:
... It's too late for me.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
No matter what anyone may say, I realized today that I can't change my own mistakes!
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Not only that, but I don't even trust myself anymore. Chief Gant was right...
Gant:
You despise criminals. I can feel it. You and me... we're the same.
Edgeworth:!
Gant:
One day you'll understand. If you want to take them on alone... you'll figure out what's needed!
Edgeworth:
I do despise criminals. I planned to dedicate my entire life to fighting them. But in order to fight crime alone, one needs a "weapon." It's scary, but I've been thinking the same thing for quite some time now.
Phoenix:
But Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Who knows? Given enough time, I might have tried to pull something like Chief Gant did. That thought terrifies me. That's why I can't continue on as a prosecutor!
Lana:
Edgeworth... Don't you understand? Damon Gant and your mentor, Manfred von Karma...
Edgeworth:
...!
Lana:
were both the best of the best when it came to fighting crime. But they both made the same mistake.
Edgeworth:
...
Lana:
You said, "in order to fight crime alone, one needs a weapon." That may be right, but think back to today's trial. You weren't alone.
Edgeworth:
...!
Lana:
You were working together with Mr. Wright. And because of that partnership, you were able to present evidence that otherwise would have gone undiscovered. Isn't that right, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? What? Oh, uh... yeah. (What is this, a pop quiz?)
Ema:
Come on, Mr. Wright! Show him what Lana's talking about!
Phoenix:
(Evidence... that neither Edgeworth nor I would have been able to find on our own?)
Present Evidence List
Phoenix:
Take that!
Ema:
That's the picture I drew!
Phoenix:
Our counterattack began with this. You had one half of the evidence list, and I had the other. Apart, we wouldn't have been able to completely restore Ema's picture.
Lana:
That didn't just happen by "chance," Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...!
Leads to:
"..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
... That might mean something to you, but I don't see how it had anything to do with our partnership.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lana:
Mr. Wright. It seems you still have a lot to learn as well.
Phoenix:
(I guess that wasn't the right piece of evidence.)
Leads to:
"..."
Edgeworth:
... It's time for me to go.
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
If you'll excuse me... there are still some loose ends that need wrapping up. Take care, Chief Prosecutor.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth! What will you do now?
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Well, whatever you do, just remember. What happened in this trial can either make or break you as a prosecutor. In the end, it's up to you.
Edgeworth:
I know... It seems I owe you my thanks too, Wright. But what I face now... is my problem.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... I'll be waiting for you in court.
Edgeworth:
... Farewell.
Lana:
I'd better be getting back too.
Ema:
Okay. I'll come visit you!
Lana:
It seems we both still have a lot to learn. Here, this is a little something for you.
Ema:
"Scientific Investigation"...
Lana:
It's the first book I ever bought. Study it well.
Ema:
Thanks, Sis! I will!
Phoenix:
And so, another case came to a close. As for the sisters... I have faith. Faith that their lives... have only just begun. And as for me... I think it's time I started on a new journey of my own. A journey to rediscover myself.
Gumshoe:
Well, don't go trekking off just yet, pal!
Phoenix:
Huh? What is it, Detective?
Gumshoe:
There's just a little matter to be resolved about the Chief Prosecutor. You see, she isn't supposed to be out of jail like this.
Ema:
But...
Phoenix:
I thought you said it was okay.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, well it may be "okay" with me, but the folks at the prison are a different story.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Basically, I had to bribe a guard in order to sneak her out for 30 minutes. Believe me, it wasn't cheap either!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Way to go, Detective! I didn't know you had a wild side!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, well... ha ha! You see... Mr. Wright here's the one who'll be footin' the bill.
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh?
Gumshoe:
What, you think I could afford that with my salary? You gotta be kiddin' me, pal!
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Ema:
Thank you, Mr. Wright! You're the best!
Phoenix:
... (Why is it... I suddenly feel like I want to scream?)
Gumshoe:
Since we're all here, why don't we all go together?
Ema:
Yeah, that's a great idea! Come on, guys! Let's go!!!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Lana:
I arranged for a friend of mine in Europe to take care of Ema. She's a coroner. I think Ema will be pleased. As for me, this affair has pretty much ended my days at the Prosecutor's Office. Still, I'll manage to find my way back to the field somehow. Then I'll be able to investigate crimes together with Ema.
Gumshoe:
Yikes! I thought I was a goner for a moment there! In the end, though they overlooked my unauthorized investigation of the Chief's office. "If we penalized you any more, it'd be worse than firing you!" Yep. That's what they said. It just goes to show... You can't shake me off that easily!
Meekins:
My new mission is to guard the main entrance and take care of Billy! Can you believe it!? I've been demoted to a security guard! My partner's keeping an eye on the entrance for me today. I'll show them, though! Someday I'm going to make detective! Yes sir! Then I can be just like that Dick Gumshoe!
Marshall:
What is it? Can't you see I'm havin' me a showdown with a steak lunch, pardner? Miss Starr managed to sneak this in to me. She's seeing one of the guards it seems. Well, cowboy... It seems like you did it. You even gave Bambina back her smile. Can you make sure Billy and the gang get their water?
Angel:
Looks like we won't be seeing each other for a while... As a farewell gift, I put a new meal on the menu: The Wright Way Lunch. The top layer tastes as bitter as defeat, but the bottom layer's as sweet as victory. Kids seem to dig the turnabout theme. It's a hot seller around exam time! Just make sure not to eat it backwards!
Judge:
I'll never forget what that young defense lawyer said after the trial. Let's see, what was his name again? Mr. Left...? Anyway, he said he's been doing, er, something or other for, uh... how many years...? Well anyway! I've got another trial to get to, so I'd better be... Huh? Oh no! I forgot my gavel! Sorry, gotta go!
Maya:
Aaaaah! Nothing soothes the soul like fresh, country air! Still, sometimes I do miss hearing Nick and his "objections"... Still, I can't go back until I'm a full-fledged spirit medium!
???:
Maya! Afternoon training's about to begin!
Maya:
Coming!!! Well, see you around Nick!
Mr. Edgeworth.
Bellboy:
Uh, Mr. Edgeworth? I brought you your tea... ... ? What's going on?
Ema:
Thanks for coming to see me off! I can't believe I'm going to Europe. Thank you, Mr. Wright! Thank you so much for everything!!! I'm a little sad, but I'll be all right! Whenever I want to see Lana, all I have to do is open this book...
Examine evidence
Back of Scientific Investigation
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. The defense has failed to give the court sufficient reason to doubt the prosecution's claim! This court find the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin
Transcript
This is a transcript of the English translation of Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin provided as Special Content in The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles.
Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin
Evening of Day One
2nd July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
I hereby call to order this trial of the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are the counsels for the prosecution and the defence ready to proceed?
Susato:
Judicial Assistant Susato Mikotoba for the defence... is ready, My Lord.
Sholmes:
For the prosecution, I, Herlock Sholmes, naturally stand in full readiness.
Ryunosuke:
And I, naturally...am not ready for this at all. I don't even know what it is that I'm supposed to have done.
Susato:
No, that's right. When I heard that Mr Naruhodo was in trouble, I hurried here at once. But I have no information about the charge brought against him at all.
Ryunosuke:
I haven't done anything! The Great Ace Attorney is due to go on sale next week. I'm just trying to keep a low profile and prepare mentally for busy times ahead, that's all!
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, your brazenness knows no bounds. To call yourself a defence lawyer, having committed no less than seven crimes of the most serious nature!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! SEVEN crimes?!
Susato:
What are you talking about, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Until every one of these unforgivable felonies has been fully examined in this courtroom... ...I shall not step down from this bench! THAT'S what I'm talking about, my dear fellows!
Ryunosuke:
......... You do realise...that's the prosecution counsel's bench, don't you?
Susato:
I don't believe you should have stepped up to it in the first place.
Judge:
Thank you, Counsels. Now, let us hear the charge brought by the prosecution.
Sholmes:
As I said, there are seven charges against the accused, to be heard in seven consecutive trials this week. This evening, we examine the first of those charges - a most disturbing crime.
Susato:
What crime?! Of what does Mr Naruhodo stand accused?
Sholmes:
Of leaking information, Miss Susato... as you well know.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Susato:
Leaking...information...?
Sholmes:
I still remember it clearly. The words out of the accused's mouth last night at the restaurant. The topic of conversation turned to The Great Ace Attorney, to be released next week. You recall, I presume, what blurted from your lips with no regard for the public setting?
Ryunosuke:
Um...well, I think it was something like: 'I can't believe The Great Ace Attorney goes on sale next week! I can't wait to see what curious deductions Mr Sholmes comes out with this time!'
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
Precisely! There you have it! My gripe in a nutshell! This great detective's appearance in the title was supposed to be a great secret. A surreptitious surprise. I didn't want it to be common knowledge, shared with all and sundry. To speak of it so openly and indiscreetly... Upon my word, there can be no more repugnant crime!
Ryunosuke:
Really?
Sholmes:
'Mr Sholmes', 'curious deductions'... Both undeniable spoilers!
Susato:
Hold it!
Susato:
I think it's reasonable to say that Mr Naruhodo's words were simply 'information', not 'spoilers'. And I do believe that your appearance, Mr Sholmes, is already highly anticipated. In fact, that alone may account for many people's interest in the title.
Ryunosuke:
Of all the words I'd use to describe your appearance, 'surreptitious' isn't one of them.
Susato:
I wonder if perhaps your real gripe is with the description of your deductions as 'curious'?
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
You fail to see the seriousness of the crime... my learned friend, Miss Susato!
Susato:
...!
Sholmes:
You believe it to be a trifle. But in the world of mystery, there is nothing so important as trifles.
The accused, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, has committed the wilful and callous act of revealing spoilers...
...for which the prosecution seeks the harshest of sentences!
Judge:
In summary then, the court must decide the following: In the context of a tale of mystery, in which every leaked detail could be of significance... ...is it, or is it not, a crime to utter in public that which has already been made public?
Sholmes:
All people have a right to knowledge, naturally. But they also have a right to ignorance.
Judge:
The prosecution has called for strict penal action. We shall reconvene at five tomorrow for adjudication. The defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo's fate is now in the hands of you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Do you find him guilty or innocent? What say you, juror?
Susato:
Until tomorrow evening then! Please deliberate carefully!
Ryunosuke:
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
To be continued...
3rd July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
The jury has reached a decision about the first charge brought against Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Does the defence wish to make a closing statement?
Susato:
Myself and my client are very much opposed to the leaking of information, My Lord. However...
Ryunosuke:
...A few minor spoilers can't really hurt, surely? I mean, just the fact that Mr Sholmes will appear is-
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
'A few minor spoilers' you say? You fail to grasp the magnitude of the situation. The appearance of this great detective...can never be described as 'minor', Mr Naruhodo!
Susato:
Objection!
Susato:
The prosecution's last statement - and entire argument - is completely inconsistent!
Sholmes:
I, I beg your pardon?
Susato:
If, as you say, you wish to keep the news of your appearance a secret, Mr Sholmes... ...then standing for the prosecution in this public trial as you are... That very act is surely a 'spoiler' in itself!
Sholmes:
......... ...I couldn't deny that isn't a possibility that doesn't make some logical sense.
Judge:
Very well. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, state your leanings for the court!
Juror No. 1:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Not guilty!
Judge:
Well, it would appear that the matter is settled, then.
Sholmes:
Seven-day sinner Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
...on this occasion, the court finds you... ...not guilty!
Dear me. Not the conclusion I would have expected from a logical and reasonable jury, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you very much!
Sholmes:
Hold it!
Sholmes:
I happen to know of a certain gentleman... ...who was thoroughly estranged as a result of revealing 'a few minor spoilers'.
Ryunosuke:
You do?
Sholmes:
Yes, I know your kind only too well. You're the sort of person... ...who would blithely say to someone new to the Herlock Sholmes stories: 'Sholmes, you say? Oh yes, wasn't he the man who dies in the end when he plummets from a cliff?' And suchlike. 'But then later on, it turns out that he didn't actually die at all!' And so on.
Ryunosuke:
He's right, there should really have been a spoiler alert at the start of this trial.
Susato:
But I'm sure the details aren't quite right...
Judge:
I hereby call an end to this, the first of the defendant's trials this week.
Sholmes:
I trust you shall all attend the next trial.
Susato:
Hopefully it will go as well as today, and Mr Naruhodo will be acquitted again!
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned until the second trial tomorrow evening!
To be continued...
Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin
Evening of Day Two
3rd July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
I hereby call to order this trial of the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are the counsels for the prosecution and defence ready to proceed with this second trial?
Kazuma:
Kazuma Asogi for the defence, My Lord. Yes, I'm ready.
Sholmes:
Herlock Sholmes for the prosecution, My Lord. As ever, in complete and utter readiness.
Ryunosuke:
And I, as ever...am in complete and utter unreadiness. What is it this time? I really have no idea what I'm supposed to have done!
Sholmes:
The crime of which you stand accused tonight, my dear fellow...is that of dishonouring a lady!
Kazuma:
Dishonouring...?
Ryunosuke:
A, a lady?!
Sholmes:
Indeed. The accused's judicial assistant, in fact.
Kazuma:
Judicial Assistant Mikotoba?
Sholmes:
I still remember it clearly. The words out of the accused's mouth last night at the restaurant. As the lady in question arose from her seat to leave, he noticed she had forgotten her purse. You recall, I presume, what blurted from your lips, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Um...well yes, I think it was something like: 'Oh! That looks like Susato-san's purse. I, I think you're forgetting something, Sasato-san! Susas-san! I mean, Susat-tsuan..."
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
The accused insulted the lady by mispronouncing her name...not once, but three times!
Kazuma:
Hold it!
Kazuma:
Yes, certainly, to call one's own judicial assistant by the wrong name is a graceless blunder, but-
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
No buts, my learned friend! For that third attempt of 'Susat-tsuan'... ...was perilously close to 'Su's Hat Swan'!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Kazuma:
Just try it for yourself! Try to say that name three times in a row and see how you get on! You'll quickly find out that it's harder than your average tongue twister. The truth is...names that look prettiest on paper are a death trap for the mouth!
Sholmes:
The accused has wrought great disgrace with an ill-fated twist of the tongue...
...for which the prosecution seeks the harshest of sentences!
Judge:
In summary then, the court must decide the following: Is failing to say 'Susato-san' correctly three times in rapid succession... ...a crime worthy of punishment, or merely a result of a punishing name for the tongue?
Sholmes:
The most beautiful names have a right to be pronounced beautifully.
Judge:
The prosecution has called for strict penal action. We shall reconvene at five tomorrow for adjudication. The defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo's fate is now in the hands of you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Do you find him guilty or innocent? What say you, juror?
Kazuma:
Until tomorrow, then, when we'll see how this case ends.
Ryunosuke:
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
To be continued...
4th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
The jury has reached a decision about the second charge brought against Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Does the defence wish to make a closing statement?
Kazuma:
It's clear that names with too many 's' sounds next to each other are very hard to say. So if anyone is guilty here, it's whoever conceived of such a name in the first place!
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
I'm afraid that sort of chicanery won't help you here. You see, I've been a step ahead of you from the start.
Ryunosuke:
W-What do you mean 'a step ahead'?
Sholmes:
'Susato-san' is child's play. You Japanese have vowels between your esses. But we Englishmen stare the devil in the face with a fiendish triple ess in 'Miss Susato'!
Kazuma:
What?!
Sholmes:
Go ahead, try it...if you dare! A rapid-fire triple 'Miss Susato'!
Ryunosuke:
......... Miss Susus- Susato-saaaaaaaaan!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
A step ahead? That last claim of yours was a step too far!
Sholmes:
I beg your pardon?
Kazuma:
Since the beginning of this trial, I've been paying careful attention to your pronunciation, Mr Sholmes. And I'd say you've been doing your utmost to avoid saying the name of the lady in question. 
Sholmes:
Ah...
Kazuma:
It's always been 'the lady in question' or 'your judicial assistant' or some such. Why? Simple... Because you know that you're very likely to dishonour the lady by mispronouncing her name yourself!
Sholmes:
.........  ...I couldn't deny that that isn't something about which I haven't been not even slightly worried.
Judge:
Very well. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, state your leanings for the court!
Juror No. 1:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Not guilty!
Judge:
Well, it would appear that the matter is settled, then.
Sholmes:
Seven-day sinner Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
...on this occasion, the court finds you... ...not guilty!
Dear me. Not the conclusion I would have expected from a logical and reasonable jury, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you very much!
Judge:
I hereby call an end to this, the second of the defendant's trials this week.
Sholmes:
I trust you shall all attend the next trial.
Kazuma:
It looks as though my job here is done, partner.
Ryunosuke:
Thanks, Kazuma. I'll treat Susato-san to something sweet to say sorry.
Kazuma:
Good idea. I'm sure Judicial Assistant Mikotoba would be touched.
Ryunosuke:
(You're trying to avoid saying it too, aren't you? The lady in question's name...)
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned until the third trial tomorrow evening!
To be continued...
Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin
Evening of Day Three
4th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
I hereby call to order this trial of the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are the counsels for the prosecution and defence ready to proceed with this third trial?
Iris:
Iris Wilson for the defence. I'm ready for anything, My Lord!
Sholmes:
Herlock Sholmes for the prosecution, My Lord. As ever, in complete and utter readiness.
Ryunosuke:
And I, as ever...am completely unprepared. This is getting ridiculous! Night after night, my name being dragged through the mud...
Sholmes:
And this night, you stand accused of overindulgence. You recall, I presume, the incident in question?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Of course I don't recall it! I've never even heard of overindulgence as a crime!
Sholmes:
And yet you've perfectly illustrated my point with that bellicose 'objection'!
Ryunosuke:
Here we go...
Iris:
Hold it!
Iris:
The defence demands that Hurley explains what he's talking about!
Ryunosuke:
Erm...perhaps before that... ...we might be able to bring the defence up to a slightly higher level?
Sholmes:
An excellent suggestion. Pray, where are the potato crates kept in this courtroom?
Iris:
Oh, what a good view I have from up here!
Judge:
Ah, and what a charming young lawyer we had hiding in the courtroom.
Iris:
Hee hee!
Sholmes:
The accused will of course be aware of the name Hiro Shimono.
Ryunosuke:
Huh? Oh, well, um...
Iris:
Oh yes! The lovely Japanese voice actor who reads all Runo's lines!
Ryunosuke:
Voice actor...? You're blaming me for that now?
Sholmes:
I refer of course to the studio recording of your 'objection' line. You remember the occasion?
Sholmes:
Tell the court, how many takes did you demand for the nebulous reason of being 'dissatisfied'?
Ryunosuke:
Erm...I don't actually remember, but I imagine it was rather a lot?
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
Sixteen takes! On that one little phrase! Without sparing a single thought for Mr Shimono's vocal chords.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Sholmes:
Good gracious indeed, My Lord. But that is not all. The following day, for reasons best known only to the accused, 'dissatisfaction' struck again! The tireless Mr Shimono had to perform a further twelve takes of the phrase. Despite the fact that only a single 'objection' soundbite is used in the game!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Sholmes:
The accused, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, is charged with objectionable overindulgence of Mr Shimono's vocal chords...
...for which the prosecution seeks the harshest of sentences!
Judge:
In summary then, the court must decide the following: Is twenty-eight takes of 'objection' indicative of pernicketiness or perfectionism?
Sholmes:
No doubt the final 'objection' was an expression of Mr Shimono's true feelings on the matter.
Iris:
Hmmm... ...you could be on to something, Hurley. Guilty as charged, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Iris! Isn't a defence lawyer supposed to side with the defendant...?
Judge:
The prosecution has called for strict penal action. We shall reconvene at five tomorrow for adjudication. The defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo's fate is now in the hands of you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Do you find him guilty or innocent? What say you, juror?
Iris:
I need to go and cook dinner now, so I'll see you all tomorrow! Bye!
Ryunosuke:
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
To be continued...
5th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
The jury has reached a decision about the third charge brought against Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Does the defence wish to make a closing statement?
Iris:
Well! The defence has been making some enquiries and discovered vital evidence!
Ryunosuke:
You, you have, Iris?!
Sholmes:
Well well...most intriguing. Something relevant to this case?
Iris:
Oh yes! Very relevant! It's all here in this file. As you said yesterday, Hurley, poor Mr Shimono had to perform that 'objection' twenty-eight times in total. But it turns out that the take that was actually used in the end...was the very first one!
Judge:
...What a cruel taskmaster.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
You're right, Iris, that was new information. But did you really need to share it with the court?
Sholmes:
It may interest you to know that the 'objection' we just heard...was take number twenty-three.
Ryunosuke:
F... F... FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Sholmes:
So, pray tell the court, ladies and gentlemen of the jury: how do you find the accused?
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
It would appear that the jurors are unanimous in their decision.
Sholmes:
Seven-day sinner Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
...on this occasion, the court finds you... ...guilty!
An unsurprising result. The worldly ladies and gentlemen of the jury are great allies of mine.
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
I hereby call an end to this, the third of the defendant's trials this week.
Sholmes:
I trust you shall all attend the next trial.
Iris:
I think you got your just deserts there, Runo, don't you?
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned until the fourth trial tomorrow evening!
To be continued...
Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin
Evening of Day Four
5th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
I hereby call to order this trial of the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are the counsels for the prosecution and defence ready to proceed with this fourth trial?
Susato:
Judicial Assistant Susato Mikotoba for the defence, My Lord. I am ready.
Sholmes:
Herlock Sholmes for the prosecution, My Lord. In full readiness, as I'm sure you would expect.
Ryunosuke:
I'm starting to get strangely used to spending my evenings in this dock... But I really shouldn't be here! The Great Ace Attorney's release is...
Sholmes:
Hold it!
Sholmes:
That, my dear fellow, illustrates your crime to a tittle.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What does?
Susato:
Could it be...that you're referring to the title of the work itself, Mr Sholmes? 'The Great Ace Attorney'.
Sholmes:
Very astute, my dear madam. The uninspired preposing of 'Great' to the front... ...is quite frankly an affront to the original title of 'Ace Attorney'. Do you deny this crime of cheapening?
Susato:
Hold it!
Susato:
But...it's a rather good title, isn't it? 'The Great Ace Attorney'...
Ryunosuke:
And just in case anyone cares, I'm not the one responsible for it.
Susato:
Besides, any enduring follower of Capcom's titles would recognise the addition of 'great'... ...as akin to the addition of 'super', which did spice up some ghouls and ghosts in the past.
Sholmes:
You'd advocate that the next title in the series is dubbed 'ultimate' then, I suppose?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
What would the prosecution's suggestion be for the title, may I ask?
Sholmes:
Hm, well, I should think... 'The Great Detective Herlock Sholmes and his Sublime Sepia Deductions' or suchlike.
Susato:
Objection!
Susato:
I fear that may be a little long, and...in many ways the protagonist is really Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
In many ways, Miss Susato...? And Mr Sholmes... ...the trouble is your full name is so long. It's been suggested it's hard to use.
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
You can't casually throw an anonymous party's opinion into the mix! That's not playing by the rules! The real issue here...is that as a title 'The Great Ace Attorney'... ...makes all preceding titles seem somewhat less than great by comparison!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Susato:
Oh dear...are we back on that again?
Judge:
In summary then, the court must decide the following: Is 'The Great Ace Attorney' a tip-top title or a tawdry one?
Sholmes:
It's not too late, you know. There's still time to imbue the title with a little sepia sublimeness.
Judge:
The prosecution has called for strict penal action. We shall reconvene at five tomorrow for adjudication. The defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo's fate is now in the hands of you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Do you find him guilty or innocent? What say you, juror?
Susato:
This is my second time defending Mr Naruhodo. But don't worry, I have something up my sleeve!
Ryunosuke:
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
To be continued...
6th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
The jury has reached a decision about the fourth charge brought against Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Does the defence wish to make a closing statement?
Susato:
It seems there was a very particular constraint when the title was being decided. Senior Capcom staff were insistent that 'Ace Attorney' should feature in the title somewhere.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. Which is why the creative team came up with suggestions such as... 'Ace Attorney Renaissance' and 'Ace Attorney: Democracy'.
Susato:
There was also 'Ace Attorney: Industrial Revolution' and 'Ace Attorney in London'.
Sholmes:
I also hear there was another candidate put forward: 'Sholmes and the Ace Attorney'. ...Why oh why was that not chosen?!
Susato:
Objection!
Susato:
That last statement of yours, Mr Sholmes, is completely inconsistent with your earlier argument!
Sholmes:
S-Something I said...is inconsistent?
Susato:
Three days ago, on the first of these trials, you made something very clear. That your appearance in this title was to be a closely guarded secret.
Sholmes:
Ah...
Susato:
That being the case, if the title you were hoping for had been chosen... ...it would have amounted to an unforgivable spoiler!
Sholmes:
......... ...I couldn't deny that those aren't words that didn't perhaps usher from my lips not so very long ago.
Judge:
Very well. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, state your leanings for the court!
Juror No. 1:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Not guilty!
Judge:
It would appear that the jurors are unanimous in their decision.
Sholmes:
Seven-day sinner Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
...on this occasion, the court finds you... ...not guilty!
Dear me. Not the conclusion I would have expected from a logical and reasonable jury, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you very much!
Judge:
I hereby call an end to this, the fourth of the defendant's trials this week.
Sholmes:
I trust you shall all attend the next trial.
Susato:
Just three days now until the game goes on sale. I do hope you'll attend tomorrow!
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned until the fifth trial tomorrow evening!
To be continued...
Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin
Evening of Day Five
6th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
I hereby call to order this trial of the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are the counsels for the prosecution and defence ready to proceed with this fifth trial?
Kazuma:
Kazuma Asogi for the defence, My Lord. I'm ready for anything!
Holmes:
Herlock Sholmes for the prosecution. I assure you, I'm quite ready.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
This is a waste of time! All our energy should be focused on one thing now! There are only three days left before the release date and there's still so much to do!
Sholmes:
And there, My Lord, is a perfect example of the crime for which the accused stands trial this evening. Mr Naruhodo, you recall, I presume, your suspicious behaviour of moments ago?
Ryunosuke:
S-Suspicious behaviour? What are you talking about?
Sholmes:
Your eyes, my dear fellow, your eyes! Two enormous dinner plates crammed into that sudating head, with a lone raisin rolling around on each. Never before has the world seen a defence lawyer with such an untrustworthy countenance! Nor should it again!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
What my learned friend fails to appreciate, is the resolve expressed by the defendant in the antechamber:
Ryunosuke:
'The trials' about to get underway at last. I am hungry for this win!'
Kazuma:
So while those dinner-plate eyes might seem to suggest the defendant is scared... ...what they really show...is the size of his appetite for victory!
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
Sadly, that is not the only telltale sign of the accused's panic-stricken mind.
Kazuma:
What?
Sholmes:
Though out of sight from your side of the courtroom, I assure you the dinner plates are the tip of the iceberg. For underneath the dock... ...the accused's knees are knocking louder than His Lordship's gavel!
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Sholmes:
A clear indication... ...of how shaken he is, as evidenced by all but two of the raisins being shaken off the plates!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Sholmes:
The accused, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, is charged with disastrously dinner-plate eyes... 
...for which the prosecution seeks the harshest of sentences!
Judge:
In summary then, the court must decide the following: Are wide eyes and knocking knees an unavoidable display of nerves, or an unforgivable distraction for a lawyer?
Sholmes:
I suggest you start looking for more raisins before all we can see are the whites of your eyes.
Judge:
The prosecution has called for strict penal action. We shall reconvene at five tomorrow for adjudication. The defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo's fate is now in the hands of you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Do you find him guilty or innocent? What say you, juror?
Kazuma:
This is a trial that we can't afford to lose. My reputation as a lawyer is at stake.
Ryunosuke:
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
To be continued...
7th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
The jury has reached a decision about the fifth charge brought against Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are there any closing statements to be made?
Sholmes:
Woefully wide eyes and cacophonic knocking knees... You Japanese have a curious manner. It's almost as if you wish to draw attention to your foibles.
Kazuma:
What did you say?
Sholmes:
It really is quite the most ridiculous thing. At times I think you're two plates short of a dinner set!
Kazuma:
...I presume that's supposed to be some witty British idiom, is it? Is that the best the world-famous great detective can do?!
Sholmes:
Time to hear the court's decision, I think, don't you? So, pray tell, ladies and gentlemen of the jury: how do you find the accused?
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
It would appear that the jurors are unanimous in their decision.
Sholmes:
Seven-day sinner Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
...on this occasion, the court finds you... ...guilty!
An unsurprising result. The worldly ladies and gentlemen of the jury are great allies of mine.
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
I hereby call an end to this, the fifth of the defendant's trials this week.
Kazuma:
Grrr...talking about us Japanese like that... It's brazen mockery!
Sholmes:
Quite. Raisin crockery indeed! But really, there's no need for dried or sour grapes. Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Kazuma:
CURSE YOU!
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes should really think about 'raisin' the bar a bit, I think...)
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned until the sixth trial tomorrow evening!
To be continued...
Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin
Evening of Day Six
7th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
I hereby call to order this trial of the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are the counsels for the prosecution and defence ready to proceed with this sixth trial?
Iris:
Iris Wilson, My Lord, humbly representing the defence. I am ready, thank you, yes.
Sholmes:
Herlock Sholmes for the prosecution. Ready and eager to proceed, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
The dock is starting to feel like my home port now. But how many times do I have to experience this sinking feeling before you're satisfied?
Sholmes:
Hold it!
Sholmes:
Indeed! That very question brings us neatly to the crime of the day!
Iris:
What have you got, Hurley?
Sholmes:
How many times must the accused - or rather the accused and his defence-lawyering dynasty... ...stand accused in the dock before they are satisfied?
Ryunosuke:
My defence-lawyering dynasty? What...?
Sholmes:
You recall, I presume, your future relation by the name of Phoenix Wright?
Ryunosuke:
......... I can't say the name rings a bell, no.
Sholmes:
He, like you, is - or will be - a defence lawyer destined for the dock twice! No doubt his fate was predetermined by yours...which has seen you charged with seven crimes already. Between the pair of you, therefore, that's a total of nine court appearances as the accused!
Iris:
Hold it!
Iris:
One of those seven times isn't even part of the game, Hurley. It's in an escape room event.
Sholmes:
An event? Pray, what do you mean, Iris?
Iris:
Haven't you heard of it? 'Murder at the Old Bailey'. It's been hugely popular up and down the country!
Sholmes:
Well, I'm delighted the public enjoys seeing Mr Naruhodo sweat as much as I.
Ryunosuke:
And five of the seven appearances are the five trials I've had to endure this week! None of these have anything to do with the game at all!
Sholmes:
Hm, nevertheless... ...it's a poor protagonist who's so closely acquainted with the dock even before his adventures go on sale.
Ryunosuke:
Uuugh...
Sholmes:
If this trend continues, one can only presume... ...that great tribulations as well as trials await in the game itself!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Sholmes:
The accused, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, is charged with excessive appearances of his dynasty in the dock... 
...for which the prosecution seeks the harshest of sentences!
Judge:
In summary then, the court must decide the following: For members of the Naruhodo clan, whose role as protagonists in these tales is to uphold justice... ...is a total of nine appearances in the dock unsurprising or unforgivable?
Sholmes:
I have little doubt that the number will continue to increase. As early as tomorrow evening, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
...I'll look forward to that.
Judge:
The prosecution has called for strict penal action. We shall reconvene at five tomorrow for adjudication. The defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo's fate is now in the hands of you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Do you find him guilty or innocent? What say you, juror?
Iris:
It is exciting, though, isn't it? Wondering if Runo will be convicted or not!
Ryunosuke:
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
To be continued...
8th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
The jury has reached a decision about the sixth charge brought against Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are there any closing statements?
Sholmes:
The prosecution acknowledges the recent rise in prominence of the so-called 'dark hero'. The modern age has ushered the demise of protagonists of my kind: the guileless genius and champion of justice.
Iris:
Oh Hurley, that was a masterstroke. You didn't even bat an eyelid.
Sholmes:
...H-However! A hero so dark, his suit is as black as pitch and the dock is his permanent abode? That, I posit to the court, is a shade too far! Over-egging the black pudding!
Iris:
Objection!
Iris:
I think you've overlooked something here, Hurley.
Sholmes:
Pardon?
Iris:
Nearly all the main characters that have appeared in Ace Attorney over the years... ...have been defendants of some description or another. And mostly hopeless cases at that.
Sholmes:
W-What are you saying?
Iris:
I'm saying... ...that being in the dock is a sure sign of a venerable Ace Attorney hero!
Sholmes:
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
Very well. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, state your leanings for the court!
Juror No. 1:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Not guilty!
Judge:
It would appear that the jurors are unanimous in their decision.
Sholmes:
Seven-day sinner Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
...on this occasion, the court finds you... ...not guilty!
Dear me. Not the conclusion I would have expected from a logical and reasonable jury, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you very much!
Judge:
I hereby call an end to this, the sixth of the defendant's trials this week.
Sholmes:
The next trial is to be the last. I trust you shall all be in attendance.
Iris:
That's right! Tomorrow's the day at last! The release date!
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned until the final trial tomorrow evening!
To be continued...
Ryunosuke Naruhodo's Seven Days of Sin
The Final Evening
8th July, 5:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
I hereby call to order this trial of the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Are the counsels for the prosecution and defence ready to proceed with this final trial?
Sholmes:
Herlock Sholmes for the prosecution, My Lord. Quite ready, I assure you.
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke Naruhodo for the defence. I'm more ready than I've ever been!
Sholmes:
Well well, so you're vacating the dock in favour of the defence's bench at last, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
...For the past six days, I've watched my friends working tirelessly to advocate for me. But tonight I'm defending myself! I'll soon show you who's the fool from this side of the courtroom!
Susato:
That's...a somewhat ambiguous turn of phrase, Mr Naruhodo.
Kazuma:
Let's hope it's not you, Ryunosuke!
Ryunosuke:
(Oh...yes...that was a bit unclear...)
Sholmes:
Laudable determination, Mr Naruhodo. And most timely. For this evening's proceedings call for redoubled efforts on my part, too. You see, the week's earlier accusations pale before the great crime of which you now stand accused!
Ryunosuke:
...!
...!
Judge:
...! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes...to what are you referring? What is this alleged 'great crime'?
Sholmes:
Very well, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. I hereby formally charge you... ...of the most serious and most heinous crime. The crime of-
???:
???:
This farce has gone on long enough.
Van Zieks:
I...am Lord Barok van Zieks.
Susato:
Oh my! It's, it's the legendary prosecutor known throughout London as the Reaper of the Bailey!
Ryunosuke:
The, the Reaper?!
Van Zieks:
Seven-day sinner Ryunosuke Naruhodo... the charge is murder!
Ryunosuke/Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Don't be ridiculous! The defence dismisses the charge outright!
Ryunosuke:
I, I didn't do it! I would never... I would never kill anyone!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Those eyes please me. ...Nipponese. They run wild, clinging to some phantom notion of courage.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
The quintessential look...of a sacrificial lamb. You will be tried in your own land in the Far East, the Empire of Japan. Court will convene tomorrow, the 9th July! Rest assured, you haven't seen the last of me... my Nipponese friend.
Susato:
The time has finally come, Mr Naruhodo! It's the 9th tomorrow.
Kazuma:
Well then...it's time to get going!
Ryunosuke:
Prosecutor Barok van Zieks... Ladies and gentlemen of the international jury... I swear I'll prove my innocence! I will win...
...in the full version of the game!
The Great Ace Attorney
The Empire of Japan - after opening its doors, a push for cultural transformation... ...brought great waves of Western influence to this Far Eastern island nation. But for one man...the turbulence of that era was just the beginning of an extraordinary story.
Susato:
We must solve this case, Naruhodo-san! By ourselves if we have to!
Sholmes:
So then...let us unravel this mystery...and discover what events led to this curious murder.
Ryunosuke:
I will become a lawyer. I have to!
Susato:
I know you can do it, Mr Naruhodo! I have complete faith in you!
Sholmes:
And I shall be observing keenly from the wings.
Ryunosuke:
Um...some help would be appreciated actually, Mr Sholmes.
From the Empire of Japan to the Empire of Great Britain...a budding lawyer and a great detective... ...thrown together in the most extraordinary of circumstances.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The Great Ace Attorney: Adventures
On sale tomorrow!
Sholmes:
......... Oh? You don't mean to say...this is the end? But what of the great crime I had prepared for Mr Naruhodo? He'll be bereft without it!
Iris:
Never mind, Hurley. We'll just have to wait for Runo and the others at Baker Street. At least we can play The Great Ace Attorney to pass the time!
Sholmes:
Yes, you're quite right. We shall be waiting faithfully in London. So...until we meet again! I remain your humble savant...Herlock Sholmes.
To be continued... in the full version!
Secrets of the Underground Ruins
Transcript
Although this is technically a separate chapter, for the purposes of this wiki this transcript will be treated as a continuation of A Taste of Despair.
Chapter 6
Secrets of the Underground Ruins
Anime cutscene
Ruins - Waterway
Maya:
Who would've thought something like this would exist underground? This place is totally different from Labyrinthia. It kinda looks like... something straight out of a history book.
Layton:
A long-forgotten remnant of the past. It does stir up a desire to explore.
Maya:
C'mon, Professor! Let's go explore this place!
Layton:
I'm afraid that finding the Great Witch is our utmost priority, Miss Fey.
Maya:
Okay! In that case, let's hurry up and catch her so we can do some serious exploration of these ruins!
Layton:
Ha ha. Indeed. Archaic ruins are my speciality, after all.
Maya:
Oh yeah... I almost forgot you're an archaeologist, Professor.
Layton:
...Now then, shall we begin our search?
NEW MYSTERY
Ruins in the Forest
Lying at the end of the secret passage leading from the mansion were some underground ruins lit by pools of water. What is the purpose of these ruins, lying deep within the forest?
As an archaeologist, I have to wonder why a huge underground space such as this was constructed.
Examine
Closest torch on left
You found a hint coin!
Top of broken column
You found a hint coin!
Rightmost statue in the background
You found a hint coin!
Door at end
Leads to:
"Hmm. This door won't budge. It looks like it needs a key to open."
Pillars on left, behind closest pillar
Layton:
My, these pillars appear to be most elaborately constructed. Those that built these ruins were quite skilled.
Top section of wall above door
Maya:
WHOA. How high does the ceiling go?! I can't even see it from here!
Layton:
It appears these ruins are quite large. Simply fascinating.
Waterway on right
Layton:
Who could have built such a waterway? The archaeological finds in these ruins are simply fascinating.
Maya:
Crazy to see this kind of waterway in a bunch of old ruins like this. ...I wouldn't swim in it, though.
Maya:
Hmm. This door won't budge. It looks like it needs a key to open. I betcha the Great Witch is on the other side of this door!
Layton:
Yes, that is a possibility, however... there is still another room nearby that we have yet to explore.
Maya:
Okay, Professor! We should go check out that other room first, then.
A new destination has been added to the map: Ruins - Small Room.
Examine
Door on right
Leads to:
"I wonder what this room is? There are stone statues everywhere."
Ruins - Small Room
Maya:
I wonder what this room is? There are stone statues everywhere. Say, Professor... Is it me, or do these statues all look really sad?
Layton:
I agree. There is a certain air of sadness to them. They almost seem to be in pain.
Maya:
Brrr...they're giving me the chills.
???:
...Heh heh...
Layton:
...!
Maya:
Oh c'mon, Professor! I know being creeped out by statues seems kinda silly, but you don't have to laugh at me!
Layton:
...No, Miss Fey. That was not me.
The Great Witch:
So glad you could finally make it, Professor Hershel Layton.
Layton:
As I thought. It was you that led us here. Tell us... what secret lies within these ruins?
The Great Witch:
Now, now... I think you're capable of journeying to "the Beginning" and finding out the truth all on your own.
Layton:
"The Beginning"?
The Great Witch:
Have you ever wondered why the Storyteller started writing the Story in the first place...? More importantly... why does he continue to write it...? The answers to those questions are located within these very ruins.
Layton:
If that is true, then might I ask why you are sharing this information with us?
The Great Witch:
...Simple. I want you to get closer to the truth. I'm afraid you'll have to work out the rest for yourselves, but I'm sure that's child's play for a gentleman of your calibre.
Layton:
What exactly are you plotting?
The Great Witch:
When the light of truth shines upon the hidden darkness of the First Story, the legendary figure will rise... The Great Witch Bezella!
Layton:
...!
Maya:
...Huh? B-but... you're Bezella...aren't you?!
The Great Witch:
Heh heh... Me? Bezella? I hate to disappoint you, but you've got the wrong person.
Maya:
Yeah, but! The Shades were calling you the "Great Witch"...
The Great Witch:
Ah yes...they did indeed call me by such a name. However... that was for an entirely different reason.
Layton:
...I'm afraid she is correct, Miss Fey. This person is not Bezella.
Maya:
Huh?
Layton:
The real Bezella would never expose herself so freely. It would place her in far too much danger. It would be tantamount to turning herself in. Also...there was something very strange about those Shades in the forest.
Maya:
Strange...?
Layton:
One must wonder...why they would consider her the Great Witch when there is no magic present here...
Maya:
Ah... Th-that's true... So much has happened so far...but none of it was related to any magic...
Layton:
When we met in the Eldwitch Woods, and even now... you had something you wanted us to find. If you were truly Bezella, there would be no reason for you to lead us along in such a manner.
The Great Witch:
That is correct. I am not Bezella... Rather, I actually wish to meet with Bezella. And that moment will soon come to pass...
Layton:
............
The Great Witch:
The truth lies with your cute new friend... Until we meet again...
Layton:
...! Please, wait! We're not finished yet...
Maya:
............ ...I can't hear her voice any more. I think she's gone...
Layton:
...It would appear so.
Maya:
That witch...wasn't Bezella after all, huh?
Layton:
It would seem our "Great Witch" has been demoted to a mere "witch".
Maya:
Aw, man...and here I thought we finally managed to catch Bezella.
Layton:
Remember what she said, Miss Fey. When we find the truth, we will find Bezella.
Maya:
Say, Professor... When we do find the real Bezella... do you think this will finally be over? I mean, everything... The witch trials, that fake fire pit... Do you think it'll all finally come to an end?
Layton:
Yes, I do. Bezella is at the root of all disaster in Labyrinthia. If we catch her, then everything should come to an end.
Maya:
...Then we know what we've gotta do. Let's go, Professor! Maybe there's a clue or two around in these ruins somewhere!
Layton:
Of course. We cannot afford to stop just yet. Let us move on, Miss Fey.
Maya:
Huh? I wonder what that sparkly thing was just now....
Layton:
Oh, something seems to have fallen. Hmm...it appears to be a key.
Maya:
You think the witch dropped it?
Layton:
Judging by the patterns on this key, it would appear to have some sort of connection to these ruins.
Maya:
Yeah! It definitely does! Remember that HUGE door back near the entrance? I bet it's related to that door... My spirit medium's instinct is never wrong!
Layton:
S-spirit medium's instinct, you say? Well then, let us head back and check.
Maya:
Yeah! But, y'know...that witch must be pretty absent-minded to just drop her key like that. That's something Nick would do!
Layton:
I'm not sure that's entirely the case. Perhaps...she intended to drop it here.
Maya:
Really? But why would she do that?
Layton:
So we can continue to move deeper inside the ruins, naturally.
Maya:
Oh. You mean...she's trying to lead us to "the Beginning"?
Layton:
Yes, precisely.
Maya:
Boy, she really wants us to find this "truth", huh...whatever that may be.
Layton:
We could not have asked for a better clue... Even if there is an ulterior motive behind it. If it is the truth she would like us to find, then we must be prepared to face it.
Maya:
All right! Hold on to your hat, Professor! Because "The Order of the English Gentleman and Feisty Spirit Medium" is coming through!
Layton:
Ha ha. A most...ambitious title if there ever was one... Let us head to the entrance, Miss Fey!
Key from the Ruins added to Items.
MYSTERY SOLVED
Witches in London
The witch that captured Espella in London, and who turned the professor into gold, is the "Great Witch", who leads the Shades in the Eldwitch Woods.
This so-called Great Witch was not, in fact, Bezella. I feel as if she is trying to nudge me into ascertaining something.
Great Witch's Abode
Luke:
...Wright... Mr Wright... We made it outside. The coast looks clear!
Phoenix:
Ow... Sheesh, my back is killing me.
Espella:
I think that elderly woman has left for a break now. To be honest, I was a little nervous there for a second.
Luke:
By the way, where are we? Espella, do you know?
Espella:
No... I've never seen this place before. There isn't a forest like this anywhere in Labyrinthia...
Luke:
We must have travelled quite a distance...
Phoenix:
...Um, did you guys see that just now?!
Luke:
Huh?
Espella:
My...I wonder who that is. That's quite an odd outfit they have on.
Luke:
Right then! How about I go over and ask where we are?
Phoenix:
Wait...are you serious? But...they're wearing such weird outfits...
Luke:
Now, Mr Wright. You mustn't judge a book by its cover!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, you're right. What was I thinking...?
Examine
Shade
Leads to:
"Um, excuse me! Could you perhaps tell us where we are?"
Horses or wall inside of stable
Espella:
This must be where the wagon's horses rest after coming through the tunnel.
Luke:
The horses' food and water looks like it was recently filled. I bet they must use these horses all the time.
Fog or trees to right of mansion
Luke:
Brrr... Is it me, or did the temperature drop when we walked into this fog?
Phoenix:
A creepy mansion covered in creepy fog in an equally creepy forest... G-great...
Flower patch to right of mansion path
Phoenix:
Get a load of that flowerbed. They are- ACHOO! ...*sniff*...pretty.
Espella:
What an absolutely lovely scent! There's something very familiar about it.
Luke:
Um, excuse me! Could you perhaps tell us where we are?
Shade:
This is...Eldwitch Woods... An outside world that exists away from "the Story". An empty world... A world with no official existence... A world unwritten in the annals of history...
Phoenix:
An "outside world"...?
Luke:
Eldwitch Woods...?
Shade:
All who dwell in these woods live as Shades, each bound to their tasks.
Luke:
Wh-what do you mean by their "tasks"?
Shade:
............ Could it be? Are you... Are you new recruits? Why haven't you attended the Great Witch's orientation ritual?
Phoenix:
Th-the Great Witch...?
Shade:
......
Luke:
I can't help but feel he's giving us the most disapproving looks right now!
Shade:
You...you must see her right away! We exist...to carry out our tasks... Nothing more...
Luke:
H-hey! Wait... ...He's gone. Well that was strange...
Espella:
Could that have been...?
Luke:
...? Do you know what that was about, Espella?
Espella:
There is a fairy tale that is often told to the children in Labyrinthia...
Phoenix:
What kind of fairy tale?
Espella:
It's a story about a secret forest where the souls of witches sentenced to burn in the flames wander around.
Luke:
A secret...forest...
Espella:
Those souls cannot be seen by the living, and they say anyone who is able to see them...is possessed by the evil spirit.
Luke:
A forest of wandering souls...?
Espella:
Maybe this is the forest mentioned in that story...
Phoenix:
B-but, I mean... it's just a kid's fairy tale, right?
Luke:
If that story is true... does that mean the person we just spoke to was a witch's spirit?!
Phoenix:
N-no way... Wait, hold on... Remember how we got here? We came through that cage in the fire pit, all the way down here. Which means... I think there's a very good chance that witches are connected to this forest. (And...if I'm right, that means a certain someone must be here somewhere... We're coming for you, Maya!)
Luke:
We should go check out the forest, then. Mr Wright! Espella! I hope you're ready!
Espella:
Mmm, yes. Maybe we'll find clues as to Maya's whereabouts.
Luke:
...Yeah!
Phoenix:
All right, guys. Let's get going already. Our first stop... is that creepy-looking "haunted house" up ahead.
Examine
Mansion entrance
Leads to:
"Wh-what is this place...?"
Forest of Lost Way
Examine
Area of trees at end of forest path
Luke:
Be careful, Mr Wright! We could be one bad step away from getting lost in this forest.
Phoenix:
Relax, Luke. We can find our way thanks to the position of the sun! ...Uhh, now which way is west?
Rightmost tree trunk
Espella:
This place is quite eerie, don't you think?
Phoenix:
I wonder if Maya passed through here too...
Orange mushrooms on right
Phoenix:
These mushrooms are huge! I've never seen any this big before.
Espella:
If these mushrooms were edible, I could make a loaf of mushroom bread big enough for all of us!
Village Outskirts
Examine
Large top branch of tree
Phoenix:
Who needs a roof when you've got branches? The sunlight coming in is really pretty, to boot.
Luke:
Mr Wright, I've read about trees growing together like this. It's a process called inosculation!
Middle of tree trunk
Espella:
Look at the size of those trees! I-I've never seen anything like it!
Luke:
If the professor were here, I bet he'd find these trees very fascinating.
Pots in alcove second to the right
Espella:
My, how interesting... Look at how elaborate those little vases and figurines are.
Phoenix:
Wh-what the heck could those tools possibly be used for?! ...You know what? I don't even want to know.
Shades' Village East
Examine
Hut on left
Phoenix:
That must be one of their houses. Yikes...this makes Labyrinthia look like the 21st century by comparison.
Espella:
These Shades must live in these dwellings...
Well
Espella:
This well is full to the brim with water.
Luke:
Yeah, but...they don't seem to be using it at all.
Hut on tree
Luke:
Look, Mr Wright! It's a tree house! Ahem, I-I mean, err...that tree house is quite fascinating, indeed.
Phoenix:
Knowing my luck, I bet that thing will come crashing down the second I set foot inside...
Shades' Village West
Examine
End of path on left
Espella:
That path leads back to the lake we just came from.
Phoenix:
If we're done looking around, we should probably head back and check out that creepy mansion.
Raised levels of shrine
Luke:
What's that? It looks like some sort of altar, or something.
Phoenix:
...I'm getting goosebumps just looking at it. AH! What was that?! W-we should go...
Trunk of tree in front of path
Phoenix:
I bet Maya would've loved to sleep the afternoon away under a tree like this...
Red Flower Lake
Examine
Bridge
Luke:
Wow... It looks like someone must have fixed the bridge recently.
Phoenix:
Whoever fixed this must be pretty handy. I couldn't even build a birdhouse out of sticks if I tried...
Red flower cluster to left of path
Luke:
These are the same flowers that were around the mansion. Just look at how many of them there are!
Espella:
Oh my. Not even Kira sold flowers that looked or smelled like these... Amazing!
Roof of mansion
Luke:
Hey, look! There's the mansion where the wagon left us.
Espella:
Once we're done here, let's get back to the mansion and start our search.
Middle/right sections of outer city wall
Phoenix:
Yup. We're definitely right outside of Labyrinthia...
Espella:
To think that all Labyrinthians have spent their entire lives within the confines of this wall...
Wagon Station
Examine
Closest torch
You found a hint coin!
Rightmost torch
You found a hint coin!
Second-to-rightmost torch
You found a hint coin!
Torch near beginning of path
Phoenix:
These puzzles show up in the weirdest places sometimes...
Espella:
Um... Would it be all right if I were to try solving this puzzle? I've been watching you all solving puzzles, and it really looks like fun...
Phoenix:
Sure, Espella. We don't mind sitting this one out, do we, Luke?
Luke:
Of course not! I'll be here cheering for you! Show us what you can do, Espella!
Espella:
Thank you both! Okay then, here goes nothing!
Puzzle #56: Marionettes 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
50
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Opening in ceiling
Espella:
That hole we fell through is clearly connected to the courtroom.
Luke:
Maya must've fallen down here, too!
Phoenix:
This means all of the people found "guilty" were transported through here...right under our noses.
Shades' Workshop
Phoenix:
Wh-what is this place...?
Espella:
It looks like a workshop of some sort. I wonder what's being mixed inside those cauldrons...
Phoenix:
Well, maybe it's a witch's potion...?
Luke:
*sniff* Hey...do you smell that? Do you think it's coming from the liquid inside? I feel...like I've smelled this scent before.
Espella:
Umm, Luke? I don't think it's a good idea to breathe in too much of this scent. That's probably why all those people are wearing masks.
Luke:
Wha...?! Do you think...they could be wearing gas masks...?
Phoenix:
Uhh... So...this room could possibly be a little more than hazardous to our health, huh? I think we'd better move on for now... I think my sinuses are stuffy...*sniff*
Luke:
Mr Wright, look! There's another door on the other side of the room! And it looks like there's no toxic gas there!
Phoenix:
...I don't know if I'd call it "toxic" just yet. Anyway, we need to proceed with our search, so let's go.
Examine
Double doors in the distance
Leads to:
"Ahhhh!"
Shade on left platform
Shade:
...Oh, woe is me... What should I do...?
Luke:
Is something the matter?
Shade:
The Great Witch has gone missing... But I can't help search for her, because I have my tasks to complete... But...surely the well-being of the mistress takes precedence over my task... No, no, no...I shouldn't abandon my post here...
Phoenix:
She's going around in circles. What should we do?
Shade:
...I'm so conflicted. What should I do...?
Luke:
Um, excuse me...
Phoenix:
but [sic] is this "Great Witch" you mentioned called Bezella, by any chance?
Shade:
The Great Witch is the Great Witch! She is our mistress... Oh Great Witch...if only I could bring you back to us... But if only I did not have to leave my post...
Espella:
It looks like something big must have happened here.
Phoenix:
Do you think this has something to do with the Great Witch? Not sure if I want to know, to be honest...
Shade on left platform (subsequent times)
Shade:
The disappearance of the mistress fills me with worry, yet... I must see to my task... But...but...surely my duty to my mistress comes before my duty to my task... But...but...BUT...if I were to leave my post, I won't complete my task...
Shade on right platform
Shade:
Red flower... Mix in... Stir... Red flower... Mix in... Stir... No matter what happens... The recipe never changes... Red flower... Mix in... Stir...
Phoenix:
He's really focusing on stirring whatever's in that pot. Sorta reminds me of Maya whenever she tries to cook soup...
Luke:
Maybe we shouldn't disturb him.
Espella:
I wonder why he's so focused on stirring...
Shade on right platform (subsequent times)
Shade:
Red flower... Mix in... Stir... Red flower... Mix in... Stir...
Phoenix:
Yup. He's still stirring that stuff with a vengeance.
Blue vat
Phoenix:
Woah. They've really got the fire going on this one... Wonder what they're making?
Luke:
I don't even want to think about how they went about making this stuff, Mr Wright!
Red vat
Espella:
Judging by the colour, this must be made using the flowers.
Luke:
Ow, ow ow! Cor, that's scorching HOT!
Bowls of red flowers on right
Luke:
Look at all these flowers, Mr Wright. I bet you could make a really nice flower necklace out of these.
Phoenix:
They must've picked these flowers from right outside the mansion. ACHOO! ...Urgh. *sniff*
Great Witch's Room
Espella:
Ahhhh!
Phoenix:
I-is that...BLOOD?!
Luke:
The room is covered with it. What could have happened here?!
Phoenix:
Oh... No, wait. This doesn't seem to be blood...
Luke:
...Huh?
Phoenix:
There... *sniff* You smell that? It smells like that liquid they're making in the room back there.
Luke:
You know, now that you've mentioned it... I think this is that liquid.
Espella:
Oh, thank goodness. So that probably means no one was hurt here, right?
Phoenix:
I guess not. Still...something clearly happened here.
Luke:
Huh...? Mr Wright, Espella... Look over there... Is that...a secret passage behind the chandelier?
Phoenix:
Hey, good eye, Luke! I wonder where it leads...
Luke:
It...looks pitch black in there... So, um...should we go inside?
Phoenix:
...Of course. We're on an investigation, aren't we?
Luke:
R-right...
Phoenix:
What's this? Luke, are you scared?
Luke:
You've got it all wrong! I'm perfectly fine in the dark! No problems at all! Right then. I-I'll be right behind you, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
(Yup. He's scared.)
Espella:
U-um... I'm right behind you as well, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
(...You're scared too, huh, Espella? Thanks, guys... Who do I get to walk behind, then?)
Examine
Entrance in back wall
Leads to:
"W-wow..."
Tear in curtain on left
Phoenix:
There's a huge rip down the middle of this curtain. I sure hope no one was hiding behind this thing.
Luke:
I don't think this curtain would make the best hiding spot, Mr Wright...
Spilled liquid in center
Luke:
Blimey! Look at the chandelier! It's completely destroyed.
Espella:
There is quite a bit of damage around the entire room. Something quite big must have happened here.
Phoenix:
It looks like this chandelier fell recently. It doesn't look like anyone was underneath it when it fell.
Spilled liquid on curtain on right
Espella:
It's still wet... This must've happened not too long ago.
Phoenix:
If this stuff was actually blood... Brr! Gives me the chills just thinking about it.
Luke:
Umm...Mr Wright? I don't feel so good...
Ruins - Waterway
Phoenix:
W-wow... Who'd have thought there'd be some ancient underground ruins here...
Espella:
Wow... This place is amazing, isn't it? Look at those large pillars and that stream of water... Everything here looks so old. I've never seen anything quite like it. And you say this kind of place is called a "roo-in", is it?
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah... I guess you don't really have any ancient ruins like this within Labyrinthia, huh?
Luke:
Ancient ruins...
Phoenix:
...Something wrong, Luke?
Luke:
It's just... This reminds me of the professor... If he were here, he could tell us anything we wanted to know about these ruins.
Phoenix:
Ah, that's right...the professor was an archaeologist.
Luke:
Yeah... Sometimes I can almost hear the professor's kind words calling out... Even now...I can almost hear his voice... *sniff*... Professor...
Phoenix:
Me too... I can almost hear the professor's voice... And Maya's, too...
Espella:
I-I think I hear them as well...
Luke:
Um...come to think of it...
Phoenix:
It really is like...
Espella:
We can actually...
Luke:
Hear them...
...What?!
???:
Now then...let's...check over on that side...
???:
...Professor...over here...
Luke:
...! Th-those voices just now! It has to be...
Phoenix:
Yeah... Th-there's no mistaking it...
Luke:
Professor! PROFESSOR!
Layton:
Luke! What are you doing here?
Luke:
P-Professor! It...it's really you! I-I...I thought...you'd never come back... Even though deep down I believed the spell could be broken somehow...there were times I just wasn't sure it was possible. *sob* Professor...
Layton:
...I'm so sorry, my boy. I've caused you quite a bit of worry.
Phoenix:
P-Professor! You're all right! Um...Professor, what about Maya...? I...uhh...thought I heard her voice, too...
Layton:
Ah, yes. Not to worry, Mr Wright. Rest assured Miss Fey is just-
Maya:
YOOOOOOOOO, NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!  Hey, Nick! Niiiiiiick!
Phoenix:
M-Maya! Am I dreaming? Is it really you?!
Maya:
Yup, yup! The professor and I are as real as real can be!
Phoenix:
You have no idea how relieved I am. Really. I've never been so happy to see you!
Maya:
I, uh...I'm really sorry, Nick. You must've been worried sick. It's just... Well, I wanted to do something to help Espella, you know?
Phoenix:
No, no! It's not your fault, Maya. It's mine. If only I'd helped you sooner... then none of this would've happened... And you wouldn't... have been dropped into that pit of fire!
Maya:
I...*sniff* I thought I'd never see you again, Nick. I...I'm really sorry.
Layton:
Come now. Everyone here did the best that they could. That is what enabled us to power through the hardship and reunite. That is what I believe.
Phoenix:
...Yeah, you're right, Professor.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Maya:
Good old Professor Layton logic! Logic so good...it'll leave you good as gold, right, Professor?
Layton:
Ha ha. Indeed, Miss Fey.
Espella:
I'm so glad you're all okay. Um...Maya! Are you hurt?! Are you suffering from any burns? And Professor! Has your arm been properly reattached to your body?!
Layton:
We're quite all right, Espella, I assure you. You may rest easy.
Maya:
Yeah! Look! We're perfectly fine.
Espella:
Oh, thank goodness...
Maya:
Espella...
Phoenix:
(Phew. Espella looks super relieved...)
Layton:
We're entirely unharmed, Espella. Please, dry your tears.
Maya:
Look what you started, Nick! Everyone got all sappy and now you made Espella cry!
Luke:
Mr Wright! A gentleman must never, ever make a lady cry!
Phoenix:
Wh-why is it MY fault...?
Espella:
Hee hee... Thank you, everyone.
Layton:
Mr Wright. You kept those two safe and out of harm's way. For that, you have my utmost gratitude.
Phoenix:
N-no problem, Professor! I honestly couldn't have done it on my own. Luke and Espella really helped me when I needed it the most. Likewise, I should be thanking you for keeping Maya safe. Thank you so much.
Layton:
Not at all, Mr Wright. After all, it is a gentleman's duty to help a lady in need.
Maya:
Nick, you should really learn to be a proper gentleman, like the professor here!
Phoenix:
Huh?! W-well... I'm not too sure I'd be able to pull off the whole top hat look, for one...
Layton:
Mr Wright, it is an honour to once again team up with you. No matter what challenges may lie in our way, with your help I am certain we can overcome them. Let us go forth and solve the mystery that is Labyrinthia, shall we?
Phoenix:
Absolutely. We'll fight for Espella until the very end. Professor, I'm looking forward to working with you and putting an end to this mystery once and for all!
Layton:
It will be my pleasure, Mr Wright.
Layton:
Hmm, I see. So that is what happened to Miss Kira...
Phoenix:
Yeah. That's why I think there's more to the witch trials than meets the eye.
Maya:
Ah ha! So you figured out there was something fishy with that fire pit. The patented "Nick Investigation Method"! Dive head-first into a pit and figure out it's not really a pit after all. Proven and tested!
Phoenix:
...Boy, thanks. Anyway, that was how we ended up here. So...what about that "Great Witch" you said you ran into?
Layton:
We still do not know much about her. However, it seems she was the one responsible for leading us here. She also told us of a place containing many secrets regarding the Storyteller's Story. A place she refers to as "the Beginning".
Espella:
"The Beginning"... You're saying...my father's secrets are hidden there?
Layton:
As I suspected. You have never heard of this place, correct?
Espella:
That's right. This is also the first time I've ever seen these ruins. ...I think everything will be made clear when we get there. Labyrinthia... Even the Great Witch...
Layton:
It is as the Great Witch said it would be.
Espella:
............ It's a bit scary, to be honest.
Maya:
Huh?
Espella:
I feel as if... getting to the bottom of all this and exposing Labyrinthia's secrets...will change everything. Knowing my father's secrets...
Phoenix:
Espella...
Espella:
I think the old me would be absolutely terrified right now. She probably couldn't even go on. But...I must stay strong. I must know the truth. I've been so blind to the truth this entire time. Because of you all... I'm finally able to see the world for what it really is! That's why I want to go along with you!
Layton:
We're all in this together!
Maya:
Woo! Get ready, Espella! This is going to be an adventure you'll never forget!
Espella:
Okay, Maya!
Layton:
I believe that large door on the other side of the room should lead us further inside.
Phoenix:
Hmm... In that case...
Luke:
We should investigate immediately, right, Professor?
Layton:
Yes, that's right. I must say, I have not seen you so excited in quite a while, my boy.
Luke:
R-really? Heh heh...
Phoenix:
That's because he's just itching to get to solving some puzzles with you, Professor.
Layton:
Ha ha. Then we should not delay. Let's investigate that large gate ahead.
Examine
Door at end
Leads to:
"Huh? That's weird. There's no handle."
Pillars on left, behind closest pillar
Luke:
Amazing... Look at these pillars. They must be really old and yet they're still standing.
Layton:
My, these pillars appear to be most elaborately constructed. Those that built these ruins were quite skilled.
Luke:
I wonder if ancient Labyrinthians were the ones that built this place?
Espella:
Perhaps the painting in the Great Archive was found here in these very ruins.
Top section of wall above door
Maya:
WHOA. How high does the ceiling go?! I can't even see it from here!
Layton:
It appears these ruins are quite large. Simply fascinating.
Phoenix:
I can't believe something this huge can exist underground...
Luke:
Hey, Professor, why do you think someone would build something like this, anyway?
Waterway on right
Layton:
Who could have built such a waterway? The archaeological finds in these ruins are simply fascinating.
Maya:
Crazy to see this kind of waterway in a bunch of old ruins like this. ...I wouldn't swim in it, though.
Espella:
So much water... I wonder where it all goes?
Phoenix:
I guess the water that flows through Labyrinthia is the same water that goes through these ruins.
Luke:
Huh? That's weird. There's no handle. It doesn't look like we'll be able to pull or push the door open.
Espella:
Oh! Look. It looks like there's a keyhole.
Phoenix:
But...we don't have a key.
Maya:
Heh heh heh. Nick, what would you do without me? Zvarri! The professor and I found this back in the side-room over there!
Layton:
It appears this key belongs to this door.
Maya:
Now, watch as "Maya the Magnificent" works her magic and opens the door! Please, hold your applause... ...Take that! ............Huh?
Layton:
What seems to be the matter, Miss Fey?
Maya:
What gives?! This key won't work. Maybe it's a fake...
Phoenix:
I like how your first instinct is to think the key is fake, instead of just belonging to another door.
Layton:
Let us not hastily jump to any conclusions. Look closely here. It appears this key...is part of a puzzle.
Phoenix:
R-right... A puzzle, you say?
Layton:
It would seem our progression will not be as easy as we thought.
Phoenix:
All right, then. If it's a puzzle that needs solving, that's your cue, Professor!
Layton:
Not quite, Mr Wright. This puzzle requires your particular expertise.
Phoenix:
Wait, m-me?!
Layton:
Your unique way of thinking may be crucial to finding the solution. Do not worry, you will do fine. Remember, you have seen many different kinds of puzzles during our time here in Labyrinthia. I believe you are now well prepared for tackling any number of puzzles that may come your way.
Phoenix:
I'm not exactly sure that's true, but... if there are any contradictions in this puzzle, I'll do my very best to point them out!
Puzzle #57: Objectionable LockFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
50
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission during the multiple choice segment
Additional dialogue:
After inserting key blade through both sides of lock
Leads to:
"Hmm... This key just won't turn! It gets stuck halfway through!"
Luke:
Hmm... This key just won't turn! It gets stuck halfway through!
Espella:
It's like Maya said. There must be some special way of unlocking it...
Maya:
Heh heh heh... You just need to flip your way of thinking, that's all. It could be that we just need to flip the key, too!
Espella:
That's it, Maya! The "key" is in how you hold the key. Let's give it another shot!
After inserting key bow through either side of lock
Leads to:
"Huh? It's still not working? But we've tried everything... It just won't open."
Luke:
Huh? It's still not working? But we've tried everything... It just won't open.
Espella:
There must be some other way the key fits into the keyhole.
Layton:
Hmm. Perhaps it would be wise to re-evaluate our way of thinking.
Phoenix:
Boy... This is like the puzzle to end all puzzles...
Maya:
C'mon, Nick! Quit your whining! Where's that ace attorney spirit?!
Phoenix:
Who's whining?! Anyways... Maybe we should try a little courtroom thinking on this one.
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"...So, the problem is that we haven't been able to figure out what we have to do past this point."
Phoenix:
...So, the problem is that we haven't been able to figure out what we have to do past this point.
Layton:
Hmm? Have you spotted something, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah... You could say that. I think we've been thinking about this all wrong... That's why we haven't been able to see the "true nature" of this puzzle.
Layton:
Excellent, Mr Wright. Let us clear our heads and give it another go, shall we?
Phoenix:
"The 'key' to proceeding is in the key"... This must have something to do with the true nature of the key itself.
What is the secret to using the key?
The "key" is in using the key.
Phoenix:
Layton:
I believe we have already tried all the methods of how we insert the key, Mr Wright.
Luke:
This wouldn't be much of a door if the keyhole didn't work. It can't be that, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy... These two are really serious about puzzles...)
The "key" is in the keyhole.
Phoenix:
Layton:
I believe we have already tried all the methods of how we insert the key, Mr Wright.
Luke:
This wouldn't be much of a door if the keyhole didn't work. It can't be that, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy... These two are really serious about puzzles...)
The "key" is in the key itself.
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The true nature of this puzzle... lies in the very key itself!"
Phoenix:
The true nature of this puzzle... lies in the very key itself! Take a closer look at the key. Notice the small gaps all around? We just have to move this and... There! The "key" to the key! So what do we do now? Professor, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Layton:
Indeed. These pieces appear to fit into something. It's a puzzle within a puzzle.
Luke:
A puzzle within a... Hey! Mr Wright! That must mean the area around the keyhole is...
Phoenix:
Exactly. The pieces are the key and the space around the "keyhole" is the real keyhole!
Maya:
Whoa! That was awesome, Nick! Who'd have thought the key would have a completely different form?
Luke:
Now that's what I call thinking outside the box, Mr Wright!
Espella:
Now we'll be able to continue through the ruins, and it's all thanks to you, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
Ah, ha ha... I don't really think I did all that much, though.
Layton:
You have my thanks as well, Mr Wright. Such a...unique skill as yours is no small feat, I assure you. With our combined efforts, I am confident we can get to the bottom of the mysteries clouding Labyrinthia.
Phoenix:
Absolutely, Professor. ...You know, it's been a good while since we were last able to team up.
Layton:
Indeed. Unfortunately, I've been a little less animate than usual of late.
Maya:
But hey! It all worked out in the end. And it's all thank to the professor's golden arm!
Phoenix:
Yeah, but still... the only reason we even got his arm back was because that pawnbroker returned it. We got really lucky, that's for sure.
Layton:
Did you say my arm was returned by a pawnbroker, Mr Wright? If I may ask...what is the particular story behind that?
Phoenix:
D-don't worry about it, Professor! It's probably best if we just keep on moving.
Luke:
Y-yes! Good idea, Mr Wright! Let's go, Professor!
Ruins - Sealed Way
Phoenix:
Wh-what? There's...fire in those statues...
Layton:
Hmm. It would appear we've stumbled upon yet another very elaborate mechanism here.
Maya:
Hey, Luke! Espella! Check this out! Those plants are glowing!
Luke:
Um, Maya, that's actually luminous moss! Even though the moss looks like it's glowing in the dark... it's actually reflecting the light from its surroundings. Its unique cells are responsible for the mysterious green colour.
Espella:
So, it's actually reflecting light? I must say, that was an incredibly detailed explanation, Luke.
Luke:
Of course! I am the professor's apprentice, after all!
Maya:
Luke, check this out. If you poke the moss, it totally makes your finger glow! I say we try a little experiment. Stay still. I'm gonna put a whole bunch of moss all over you... that way you'll be as "bright" as the professor!
Luke:
N-no! That's not funny! Please put down that clump of moss, Maya!
Espella:
Hee hee.
Phoenix:
Looks like the tension level just took a big drop, huh?
Layton:
I think it is about time we saw some smiling faces, wouldn't you agree, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Yeah, definitely. Having the whole gang together again is reason enough to smile, all right.
Layton:
Mr Wright, let's give them some space and explore on ahead ourselves for the time being.
Examine
Leftmost statue
You found a hint coin!
Ledge above waterway opening
You found a hint coin!
Torches on right
You found a hint coin!
Stone tablet in-between left statues
Leads to:
"Professor, it looks like there are letters of some sort etches into this stone slate."
Right statues
Luke:
Professor, look! There's a puzzle hidden here!
Layton:
And quite an ancient one at that, my boy... I do wonder what sort of puzzle this could be. Most fascinating.
Luke:
I'll solve it straight away, Professor!
Puzzle #58: Monster DashFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Waterway opening
Maya:
The water's just shooting outta there, huh? Kinda like a river of SOULS! Spoooooooky!
Luke:
The water's coming out of that cave pretty fast. It's almost like it's coming out of a pipe somewhere.
Phoenix:
One wrong step and it's into the rushing stream. ...I wonder where you'd end up?
Layton:
Water sources like this were often the cradle of ancient civilisations.
Opening on other side of waterway
Espella:
I can't see anything up ahead through all of this darkness...
Layton:
I am certain "the Beginning" lies just up ahead.
Luke:
We can't stop now!
Phoenix:
Professor, it looks like there are letters of some sort etched into this stone slate.
Layton:
This...would appear to be some kind of ancient script.
Phoenix:
Huh... A real shame we can't read it.
Layton:
Mr Wright, surely you remember my occupation, do you not?
Phoenix:
Um... O-oh, yeah! You said you're...an archaeologist, right? Then that means you can actually read it?
Layton:
I cannot say for certain, but I will do my best to see what I can decode. Give me one moment.
Phoenix:
So the professor is an archaeologist trying to uncover the secrets of magic... Sounds like something out of a movie...
Maya:
Hey, Nick...what are you and the professor doing over there?
Phoenix:
We found some ancient writing on this stone slate. The professor is attempting to decipher it right now, so keep your voice down.
Maya:
That's so cool. In a really sciency, geeky kinda way!
Phoenix:
...Hey, where are Espella and Luke?
Maya:
Oh, them? They're over by the water trying to wash all the moss off Luke.
Phoenix:
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you must have had something to do with that, Maya...
Layton:
My apologies for the wait... I have managed to decipher the script.
Maya:
Wow! Amazing, Professor! So? So? Don't keep us waiting! What's it say? Is it a clue about witches and magic? Or maybe it's Bezella's secret evil plans for taking over Labyrinthia?
Layton:
...I am afraid not, Miss Fey. This slate... appears to be a warning.
Luke:
A...warning, Professor?
Layton:
Yes. Allow me to read it aloud:
Heed these words, those who enter through these gates of destruction. Do not proceed any further. Or you will soon find yourself haunted with memories most terrifying. When this gate is opened and the dreaded sound heard once more throughout... the calamity shall befall us once again. The inner sanctum has been locked with the Three Seals. The first is the Seal of Leviathan. Second is the Seal of Despair. The third is the Seal of Sages. Leave these seals in peace or face the dire consequences. Heed this warning well.
Phoenix:
C-"calamity"...?
Espella:
...Haunted with memories most terrifying...
Maya:
Do you think it means...Bezella? If we continue on to "the Beginning", will we end up finding the real Bezella?
Layton:
Going strictly by what we've read so far, I would say that is the most likely scenario.
Espella:
But Bezella is the one responsible for the appearance of witches and all the other misfortunes we've seen so far... Yet, what's written on this slate seems to say the opposite. It's almost like Bezella was actually sealed away.
Phoenix:
And long ago, someone must have been able to break that seal and release her. That would explain why Bezella is on the loose again.
Maya:
G-guys, what should we do?
Luke:
......
Layton:
......
Phoenix:
......
Espella:
...I say we go on.
Phoenix:
E-Espella?
Espella:
Didn't we all agree that we would seek out the truth no matter what? If that's the case, then we cannot just turn back now.
Layton:
...Right you are, Espella. We cannot abandon our duty and turn back. Although the road ahead may be fraught with danger... it is unlikely that we will have another opportunity like this to find out the truth.
Phoenix:
Yeah. We only have until the start of the parade. That doesn't give us much time. We have to find some decisive clues here!
Espella:
...Like finding out who released Bezella from her prison.
Maya:
All right then, it's settled. C'mon, guys, let's saddle up!
Luke:
Too right! Let's get going.
Layton:
First is the Seal of Leviathan... I believe it may be referring to this very river. Perhaps we can find a clue somewhere nearby.
Examine
Flowing water
Leads to:
"Hey...there's something under the water."
Maya:
Hey...there's something under the water. It looks like a stone path.
Layton:
You're right, Maya. But it doesn't look safe to cross with that current.
Luke:
You don't think we could somehow raise those platforms up and use them to get across, do you?
Layton:
............ ...Well done, my boy. It would seem we have discovered another puzzle. I believe these "seals" mentioned in the text are actually puzzles.
Espella:
Um... Professor, would it be all right if I gave this puzzle a try?
Luke:
No need to worry, Espella. The professor will get us across in no time!
Espella:
B-but... I want to do my part and help out, too! Please let me help out! I MUST REPAY YOUR KINDNESS!
Phoenix:
Espella...
Espella:
Oh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout just now.
Layton:
No need to apologise. You've made your feelings quite clear, Espella. And for that, you have my thanks. Now then, we shall leave this puzzle to you. I know you will be successful.
Espella:
O-okay! Thank you so much! I won't let you down, Professor!
Puzzle #59: Seal of LeviathanFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Amazing, Espella! You raised the platforms!
Espella:
I really did it, didn't I?
Layton:
That was quite remarkable, Espella. Extremely well done.
Maya:
I knew you could do it, Espella!
Layton:
The civilization that once existed here must have been quite advanced considering the mechanisms used on these platforms. I cannot help but wonder what became of them...
Luke:
I bet there will be a clue to that somewhere up ahead, Professor!
Phoenix:
So this must be...the Seal of Despair.
Maya:
...Y'know, it's probably best we DON'T look down that bottomless pit. Not unless you want a one-way trip into darkness.
Layton:
...As I thought. This, too, is a puzzle.
Luke:
Leave it to me, Professor!
Maya:
Uh-uh! This bad boy is all mine!
Layton:
Well, now, it seems you've both gained some of Espella's spirit. In that case, how about you both tackle this puzzle together? I'm sure you two will solve it marvellously.
Luke:
All right!
Maya:
Just leave it to us!
Puzzle #60: Seal of DespairFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
Quitting the puzzle immediately leads back into the puzzle
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
We did it! We fixed the bridge! Now we can go on to the last seal!
Maya:
Okay, time to focus! Just keep staring straight ahead, and whatever you do, DON'T LOOK DOWN!
Phoenix:
J-just make sure you don't go jumping around on that thing... I don't think my heart could take it.
Luke:
But, Mr Wright. It's really nice and sturdy. Look!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAHHHHH! C-cut that out, Luke! Seriously, you're gonna give me a heart attack!
Espella:
Hee hee. They're so full of energy, aren't they, Professor?
Layton:
That they are, Espella. Keeping our spirits up will bode well for our investigation. Come, the last seal is just up ahead.
Luke:
This is the final one, right?
Layton:
Indeed. The gates of destruction will open once the Seal of Sages is broken... It seems our turn has come, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?! Oh, y-yes. I've been really looking forward to this, Professor.
Maya:
...That "HUH?!" didn't exactly scream "I can't wait to do this puzzle", Nick.
Phoenix:
Would you hush up?!
Espella:
Hey, take a look at those two square recesses in that pedestal. It looks like they're here for some purpose. I wonder what it could be?
Layton:
This is a puzzle that cannot be solved by one person alone. I believe we must combine our strength if we are to have any hope of opening that door. How fitting that the final seal should present us with such a formidable challenge. Mr Wright, I have no doubt that together we can solve this puzzle. Shall we begin?
Phoenix:
I'm ready when you are, Professor! (The professor is a puzzle-solving expert. I just hope I don't slip up too much...)
Puzzle #61: Seal of SagesFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
60
Notes:
No penalty for an incorrect submission
Quitting the puzzle immediately leads back into the puzzle
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
...! Did you hear that just now? The door's opening!
Maya:
Woo! Way to go! I knew you guys could do it!
Phoenix:
Whew... Glad we got past that one. I wonder what's on the other side of this door...
Layton:
Indeed, it certainly is intriguing, Mr Wright. We do not know what might await us on the other side of that door.
Espella:
It's all right. I'm not scared. We've come so far and we must continue. We must find out what's behind all of this. Let's do it. Let's move forward!
The Altar Room
Layton:
This room...
Phoenix:
It looks like...a shrine of some sort.
Espella:
It certainly is very beautiful. That light is almost unearthly... It seems quite unfitting that this place should be associated with destruction, doesn't it?
Luke:
It's not like the rest of the ruins at all... It's actually really well preserved.
Phoenix:
Hm... I wonder if someone else came here before us.
Maya:
...C'mon, guys. I think we can relax a bit. Especially after that puzzle that almost made Nick pass out. Y'know, I honestly thought Bezella would come charging at us the second we opened the door and turn us all into frogs.
Luke:
Maya... You're starting to give me the creeps...
Phoenix:
So it, uhh...looks like Bezella's a no-show, huh?
Layton:
...I suggest we scour the room for any potential clues.
Examine
Slanted base of pillar left of altar
You found a hint coin!
Broken top of pillar to right of altar
You found a hint coin!
Broken base column in water on right
You found a hint coin!
Altar
Leads to:
"What's up with this pedestal?"
Wall section in water or base of pillar to left of altar
Layton:
It seems the ceiling and pillars in this room are crumbling into the water. Let us hurry.
Maya:
There are flower petals floating on the water. They look like the flowers growing near the mansion outside.
Phoenix:
Now that I think about it, this water is probably flowing in from the lake up on the surface.
Espella:
The water is glowing so brightly, there's no need for torches here.
Snake emblem or vines on back wall
Maya:
Are those things serpents? Maybe dragons? Oh, I know! They must be dragon serpents!
Espella:
Those vines have become quite overgrown. They're covering this altar from top to bottom.
Layton:
Hmm... There are traces of an object having been placed here. What could it have been?
Luke:
Those two creatures on the wall are probably there to watch over whatever was on the altar.
Stairs under altar
Maya:
These stairs just suddenly end... I've got it! They must be stairs to nowhere!
Luke:
I-I don't think that's it, Maya... It must have led to something, but what?
Phoenix:
It must've been something pretty important for them to build a room around it...
Layton:
Quite true, Mr Wright. There is little doubt that whatever once stood here was of the utmost importance.
Phoenix:
What's up with this pedestal? It looks a bit strange. It looks like something is missing...
Layton:
It would appear something quite large once stood here. Perhaps an object of worship.
Maya:
Something large...?
Luke:
Ah...look up there! Above the shrine...
Espella:
What's that? It looks like there are marks all over the wall.
Layton:
Hmm... Whatever was on this pedestal must have been even larger than I originally thought.
Phoenix:
It seems whatever it was has been taken away for some reason. I wonder why...
Layton:
The inscription on this stone plaque could perhaps offer us a clue. Although... I'm afraid the words in this inscription are somewhat ancient.
Maya:
So...you can't read it what it says?
Layton:
It would be quite a different story if I were able to take this relic back to London for analysis. As it stands now, however...I may only be able to decipher a portion of it.
Luke:
Really, Professor?! What does it say?
Layton:
............ It seems as if the previous inhabitants of these ruins were responsible for this inscription... While the inscription itself would appear to provide yet another mystery to be solved. ...Allow me to read it aloud.
Layton:
...The former inhabitants of these ruins created a bell out of pure silver as a tribute to the gods they worshipped here.
Phoenix:
So they made a giant silver bell... (That's actually pretty impressive.)
Layton:
However, when the bell was rung, it did not summon a god, but instead, an evil demon. This evil demon...brought up on this world a great catastrophe, causing considerable damage to the land.
Maya:
Did you say..."a great catastrophe"? Wh-what could have happened?
Layton:
Those that survived the incident dubbed it the "Bell of Ruin" and sealed it within this very room. They then fled in fear of the curse placed upon this land by the demon. The inscription contains one final warning.
To those who have gained entry into this sanctum, heed our words. You must not ring the Bell of Ruin.
Layton:
...That is as much as I can gather. I believe the object that was removed from this shrine...was the very Bell of Ruin mentioned in the inscription.
Luke:
Professor, could this have anything to do with Bezella?
Layton:
...I cannot say for sure, Luke. After all, demons and witches are two very different concepts. However, perhaps there is a chance that the two are connected in origin, through this legend.
You've learned about the Bell of Ruin.
Phoenix:
"Origin", Professor?
Layton:
Think back to what was written. What followed the great catastrophe?
Maya:
...You must mean the "curse placed upon this land" part, right?
Layton:
I imagine that when the bell was rung, it must have summoned "something".
Espella:
What sort of curse could that have been? And...what was this "great catastrophe" brought upon by the demon? W-wait... Could it be...
Layton:
............
Espella:
...The fire that destroyed the entire town?
...Remember...
Espella:
Huh...?
Maya:
Espella, what's wrong?
Espella:
Ah... No, no. Nothing's wrong.
Maya:
Are you sure? You don't have to put on a brave face for us. Tell us if you're not feeling good, okay?
Espella:
Y-yes, of course...
Phoenix:
But this still has me wondering... What exactly was the "catastrophe" that happened a long time ago?
Luke:
I can only think of one thing in Labyrinthia that could be called a "catastrophe"... the Legendary Fire.
Layton:
Of course... Both the Bell of Ruin and the legend of Bezella must be...
Espella:
............
Maya:
Espella, are you absolutely sure you're feeling okay? Your face has gone really pale...
Espella:
...The Legendary...Fire...
???:
...Do you remember now, Espella...?
Espella:
...Wh-who are you...?
???:
...Allow me to remind you... ...of who and what you truly are... ...and what you did so many years ago...
Espella:
What I...did... ...I...
Anime cutscene
Maya:
Espella, are you all right?
Espella:
No, I...I... No, I'm...I am...that's right... I am Bezella... The Great Witch Bezella...
Luke:
E-Espella!
Storyteller:
And so it has begun.
MYSTERY SOLVED
Underground Mural
The mural hidden under the Great Archive and the remains lying below the forest are from the same period. They both bequeath a record of a great calamity.
I feel someone's will leading us inexorably towards the records under the forest and beneath the library.
MYSTERY SOLVED
Bell Tower and Alchemist
Seeing the appearance of the bell tower as some kind of sign, Belduke set out to reveal this town's mysteries along with the truth behind the witches. Surely clues to these mysteries lie here.
The bell tower appeared in a fiery blaze, but no one has ever heard its bell.
MYSTERY SOLVED
Ruins in the Forest
It would appear the previous inhabitants of the region built these underground chambers to seal up the Bell of Ruin. They also left an inscription to warn others, before leaving the area.
The Bell of Ruin, which should have been sealed within the ruins, was missing. Who could have taken it, and where?
Luke:
It was like Espella wasn't herself any more. Almost as if she was possessed. She kept murmuring "I'm the Great Witch Bezella" over and over and over again. She took off running when we tried to calm her down. We tried going after her, but she lost us... We searched everywhere for her. The ruins, the forest... But... there was no sign of her, no matter where we looked. We thought she might have returned to town. And if she did... the knights would be sure to catch her and drag her back to that terrifying courtroom... Needless to say, we went back to town straight away to search for her. And then, without warning... Labyrinthia was hit by a heavy rainstorm. There was an ominous silence over the entire town square... The only thing I could hear was the rain. We didn't know it at the time... but that rain, it was a sign... of the terrible things that were to come...
To Be Continued...
Ruins - Small Room (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
Leftmost torch
You found a hint coin!
Broken column without torch
You found a hint coin!
Leftmost column base across from torches
You found a hint coin!
Broken columns on ground among torches
Maya:
That pillar has definitely seen better days... Um... Do you think it's safe to be in this room?
Layton:
It seems these pillars have started to crumble away. The damage appears minimal, so we should be safe here.
Luke:
I don't think we should stick around here longer than we have to, Professor...
Espella:
Oh just look at the water cascading from the ceiling... It's so shiny and pretty.
Middle or second-to-rightmost statue
Maya:
Hey! Check out all those statues! These sorta remind me of the statue of Ami Fey in the Hazakura Temple.
Luke:
These statues appear to be worshipping something, don't they?
Phoenix:
A few of these statues have their ears covered... I wonder why?
Layton:
Such excellent craftsmanship. Techniques like this have long since been lost to the annals of time.
Table or items on table
Layton:
What could have been the purpose of these? Hmm... It would be better that we didn't touch them.
Maya:
Y'know, Professor, I bet you the people that built this place must've really, REALLY loved music!
Phoenix:
That certainly looks...important. Whoa. What's with the sudden chill?
Espella:
This is certainly very old... I can't even begin to guess how long it's been here.
Forest of Lost Way (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
Area of trees at end of forest path
Layton:
Much of this area looks the same. It would be easy to get lost, so stay close, Miss Fey.
Maya:
Huh? Wait... I recognise that tree. Weren't we just here? Or was it that tree? ...Stupid identical trees!
Luke:
Be careful, Mr Wright! We could be one bad step away from getting lost in this forest.
Phoenix:
Relax, Luke. We can find our way thanks to the position of the sun! ...Uhh, now which way is west?
Orange mushrooms on right
Maya:
Fun fact: Professor, did you know not all mushrooms are edible? Mystic Maya's Fun Fact of the Day!
Layton:
Ha, ha. Right you are, Miss Fey. The colour of these mushrooms does not seem...safe.
Phoenix:
These mushrooms are huge! I've never seen any this big before.
Espella:
If these mushrooms were edible, I could make a loaf of mushroom bread big enough for all of us!
Village Outskirts (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
Large top branch of tree
Maya:
Check out the branches on that tree. It kinda reminds me of a stadium dome! ...Minus the stadium.
Layton:
Indeed. And it would appear this arrangement of branches is natural. Simply remarkable.
Phoenix:
Who needs a roof when you've got branches? The sunlight coming in is really pretty, to boot.
Luke:
Mr Wright, I've read about trees growing together like this. It's a process called inosculation!
Middle of tree trunk
Espella:
Look at the size of those trees! I-I've never seen anything like it!
Layton:
In reality, this tree is really two trees grown together. Its twisted structure is simply fascinating.
Maya:
That's the trunk... No, no wait! That's a branch...? Hmm...a root?! This tree's a jerk, let's go!
Pots in alcove second to the right
Layton:
Could these pots have been used in some sort of ceremony? There's no mistake, these are certainly very old.
Maya:
I bet you're just dying to check out these relics, huh, Professor?
Espella:
My, how interesting... Look at how elaborate those little vases and figurines are.
Phoenix:
Wh-what the heck could those tools possibly be used for?! ...You know what? I don't even want to know.
Shades' Village East (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
Hut on left
Layton:
Compared to the houses found in Labyrinthia, the Shades' dwellings appear much more primitive.
Maya:
Primitive? It doesn't look like they have indoor plumbing, Professor. That's WORSE than primitive!
Phoenix:
That must be one of their houses. Yikes...this makes Labyrinthia look like the 21st century by comparison.
Espella:
These Shades must live in these dwellings...
Well
Maya:
Professor, I'm happy to report that the Shades have mastered well-making technology!
Layton:
Indeed. This well reminds me of the features of Labyrinthia. Perhaps they share the same source.
Espella:
This well is full to the brim with water.
Luke:
Yeah, but...they don't seem to be using it at all.
Hut on tree
Layton:
They've built a house up on a tree. How inventive. They must use a series of ladders to reach the top.
Maya:
I knew you were smart, Professor! You do NOT want to hear Nick's thoughts on ladders, trust me.
Luke:
Look, Mr Wright! It's a tree house! Ahem, I-I mean, err...that tree house is quite fascinating, indeed.
Phoenix:
Knowing my luck, I bet that thing will come crashing down the second I set foot inside...
Shades' Village West (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
End of path on left
Layton:
This small path looks as if it leads away from the Shades' village.
Maya:
Yup. It's a path. For walking.
Espella:
That path leads back to the lake we just came from.
Raised levels of shrine
Layton:
Fascinating. I would like nothing more than to examine that shrine, but I'm afraid we must hurry on.
Maya:
Wonder who built that thing? Y'think it was the Shades' great-great-great-great-GREAT-grandparents?
Luke:
What's that? It looks like some sort of altar, or something.
Phoenix:
...I'm getting goosebumps just looking at it. AH! What was that?! W-we should go...
Trunk of tree in front of path
Maya:
I wonder if Wordsmith is still in the market for a new napping spot...? This tree is totally napping material!
Layton:
Under better circumstances, this tree would be most ideal for enjoying a nice cup of tea under its shade.
Phoenix:
I bet Maya would've loved to sleep the afternoon away under a tree like this...
Red Flower Lake (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
Red flower cluster to left of path
Maya:
Say, I think we're entitled to a few flowers, don't you think? We ARE the Great Witch's guests, after all!
Layton:
These flowers certainly have a most unique scent. ...Miss Fey, please refrain from picking the flowers.
Luke:
These are the same flowers that were around the mansion. Just look at how many of them there are!
Espella:
Oh my. Not even Kira sold flowers that looked or smelled like these... Amazing!
Roof of mansion
Maya:
I-is that a mansion over there on the other side? Do you think that's the Great Witch's evil secret lair?!
Layton:
Hmm, could that be...? Let us find a way across and examine that side ourselves.
Luke:
Hey, look! There's the mansion where the wagon left us.
Espella:
Once we're done here, let's get back to the mansion and start our search.
Great Witch's Abode (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
Horses or wall inside of stable
Layton:
The horses have plenty of food and water... I must say, they seem quite content.
Maya:
Horses! Okay, okay... What do I have to do to get Nick on one of these? Money is no object!
Espella:
This must be where the wagon's horses rest after coming through the tunnel.
Luke:
The horses' food and water looks like it was recently filled. I bet they must use these horses all the time.
Fog or trees to right of mansion
Layton:
The fog is very dense here. It gives this area a most unearthly feel...
Maya:
It's really hard to see around here... Who needs a security system when you've got fog, right, Professor?
Luke:
Brrr... Is it me, or did the temperature drop when we walked into this fog?
Phoenix:
A creepy mansion covered in creepy fog in an equally creepy forest... G-great...
Flower patch to right of mansion path
Maya:
These are sure [sic] some pretty flowers. And they're everywhere! Quick! Put some under your hat, Professor!
Layton:
Now, Miss Fey... It is not a gentleman's place to take what does not belong to him.
Phoenix:
Get a load of that flowerbed. They are- ACHOO! ...*sniff*...pretty.
Espella:
What an absolutely lovely scent! There's something very familiar about it.
Shades' Workshop (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
Blue vat
Maya:
They really cranked up the heat on this pot. Look at that blue liquid bubble!
Layton:
Such a myriad of instruments. Creating these liquids must need the most precise measurements.
Phoenix:
Woah. They've really got the fire going on this one... Wonder what they're making?
Luke:
I don't even want to think about how they went about making this stuff, Mr Wright!
Red vat
Maya:
I wonder which liquid has the most bubbles when it boils? Red or blue?
Layton:
That is quite the sizeable pot. It must take quite a bit of time to bring that amount to a boil.
Espella:
Judging by the colour, this must be made using the flowers.
Luke:
Ow, ow ow! Cor, that's scorching HOT!
Bowls of red flowers on right
Layton:
Hmm... These appear to be the flowers that grow in the vicinity of the mansion.
Maya:
More flowers! I bet Espella would love these. Seriously, Professor, put some under your hat!
Luke:
Look at all these flowers, Mr Wright. I bet you could make a really nice flower necklace out of these.
Phoenix:
They must've picked these flowers from right outside the mansion. ACHOO! ...Urgh. *sniff*
Great Witch's Room (before examining pedestal in The Altar Room)
Examine
Tear in curtain on left
Layton:
The curtain hanging from this wall appears to have suffered a single tear down the middle.
Maya:
Wait, Professor! Let me just check... All right, it's clear! No one's hiding behind the curtain.
Phoenix:
There's a huge rip down the middle of this curtain. I sure hope no one was hiding behind this thing.
Luke:
I don't think this curtain would make the best hiding spot, Mr Wright...
Spilled liquid in center
Maya:
This place definitely screams "something serious just went down", doesn't it?
Layton:
It certainly seems so, Miss Fey. Unfortunately, the culprit seems to have disappeared...
Luke:
Blimey! Look at the chandelier! It's completely destroyed.
Espella:
There is quite a bit of damage around the entire room. Something quite big must have happened here.
Phoenix:
It looks like this chandelier fell recently. It doesn't look like anyone was underneath it when it fell.
Spilled liquid on curtain on right
Layton:
This red liquid managed to get sprayed throughout quite a bit of the room.
Maya:
From the looks of this place, the Great Witch definitely had her hands full...but what happened?
Espella:
It's still wet... This must've happened not too long ago.
Phoenix:
If this stuff was actually blood... Brr! Gives me the chills just thinking about it.
Luke:
Umm...Mr Wright? I don't feel so good...
Quitting puzzle (Marionettes 2)
Espella:
Ever since I started watching you all solve puzzles, I've realised it's really not so easy...
Luke:
Don't worry, Espella! You'll solve it for sure next time!
Espella:
Thank you, Luke. I'll do my best!
Reinitiating puzzle (Marionettes 2)
Espella:
Well, I didn't quite solve it that time. Still, it was fun trying! I'm ready to give this puzzle another try!
Quitting puzzle (Objectionable Lock)
Phoenix:
Professor! I, uhh...think I've met my match. You think maybe you could finish the rest?
Layton:
I'm afraid I cannot do that, Mr Wright. This is a puzzle only you can solve.
Phoenix:
What do you mean only I can solve it?
Layton:
I speak, of course, of your particular method of thinking... Mr Wright, your ability to think outside of the box is the key to solving this puzzle.
Phoenix:
"Think outside of the box", huh?
Layton:
Give it time. The answer will come to you.
Reinitiating puzzle (Objectionable Lock)
Layton:
Mr Wright, you are the only person capable of solving this puzzle. I believe you already know why. Indeed. I refer, of course, to your unique way of thinking.
Quitting puzzle (Monster Dash)
Luke:
I-I guess that's not quite right...
Layton:
Hmm... It is as they said. Puzzles as ancient as these cannot always be solved by ordinary methods, I'm afraid. How about we give it another go later?
Reinitiating puzzle (Monster Dash)
Layton:
A puzzle hidden away from the annals of time... Simply fascinating.
Luke:
I'll do my very best to solve it, Professor!
Quitting puzzle (Seal of Leviathan)
Espella:
I'm sorry! I guess it's a little more difficult than I thought it would be!
Layton:
Espella, there is no shame in pacing yourself when necessary. Use that time to come up with a plan.
Espella:
R-right, Professor! I promise I won't give up! I'll just take a little break to clear my head and then get right back to it!
Phoenix:
(Wow... Espella is super determined.)
Reinitiating puzzle (Seal of Leviathan)
Espella:
I have to work out this Seal of Leviathan... and get those platforms up, so we can all continue on!
Quitting puzzle (Seal of Despair)
Luke:
We just need to solve this in order to make a path across...
Maya:
All right! Let's roll up our sleeves and get to the bottom of this puzzle... LITERALLY!
Luke:
Umm...Maya? I, err...don't think "literally" means what you think it means.
Espella:
Hee hee. You're so funny. You're really becoming fast friends, aren't you?
Luke:
I see why it's called the Seal of Despair... Look how pitch-black it is down there!
Maya:
I'll take your word for it. See, I have a very strict "don't look into any bottomless pits" policy. Safety first!
Quitting puzzle (Seal of Sages)
Phoenix:
Th-this is way harder than I thought...
Layton:
Yes. Quite the formidable puzzle, indeed.
Luke:
Maybe you're both a little stressed, given all that's happened. How about you try taking a deep breath?
Maya:
Hmm... Yeah, that might just work. Okay, you first, Professor. Then you, Nick.
Layton:
............
Phoenix:
...*pant*...*gasp*...*pant*... *gasp*...*pant*...*gasp*...*pant*...
Luke:
...Wow, Mr Wright. This puzzle must really have you stressed out.
Maya:
Boy, Nick, you sound like you just ran a marathon...underwater...in concrete shoes.
Espella:
Mr Wright! Do not let the puzzle get to you!
Luke:
Yes, Mr Wright! Think of something less stressful...like all those court cases you've won in the past!
Phoenix:
...*pant*...*gasp*...*pant*... *gasp*...*pant*...*gasp*...*pant*...
Layton:
Solving the Seal of Sages should allow us to continue on to the final room of these ruins. However, this puzzle cannot be solved by a single person alone. This is the final seal and also the final puzzle. With teamwork, we can solve this. Are you ready, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
O-of course! We'll give this another try!
Shady Types
Transcript
Layton:
Did you say, "suspicious characters"?
W. Shopping Area
Muffet:
That's wight! Suspicious chawacters! I saw them, I did! In Nulwitch Woods... A pair of mystewious men!
Petter:
Yea, I saw them too. No matter how you look at it, they were a couple of weirdos, all right.
Tuggit:
Mmm...! Ngaaaa...! Ngaaaa...! They're desperados, I tell you! Yes, that's what they are, desperados!
Allan:
They're an embarrassment, is what they are. And right on the day of the fire festival, too!
Cecil:
O-okay! I'll take them on! I'm not afraid.
Petal:
Whaddya mean, you'll take 'em on? You're nothin' but a crybaby.
Cutter:
Gyah ha ha!
Phoenix:
What is all this...? Seems like everyone and his brother has [sic] come here to make complaints at us!
Espella:
Perhaps it's just that they all want to see you again...and think you can help.
Layton:
Whatever the reason, we can't very well ignore the fact that there seem to be a pair of villains on the loose...
Maya:
Oh! I...I just had a thought of who they might be!
Luke:
Me too! There were those two weird-looking rogues, right? I think they were called...
Phoenix:
Robbs and Muggs...you mean? (That's the pair that waylaid Espella in the woods that one time...)
Layton:
Espella, you wouldn't happen to know what became of those two, would you?
Espella:
Actually, yes, I do... They were rehabilitated and are both currently working in the library.
Phoenix:
But apart from them...we don't have any other suspects, do we?
Layton:
Well, in that case, I suggest we all set out to the woods and take a look around for ourselves.
Luke:
Good thinking, Professor! Sounds like another exciting case to crack!
Maya:
Yeah! Come on, Nick! We're up for this too, right?!
Red Flower Lake
Layton:
According to the witnesses, this is where they were sighted... Two clearly suspicious characters... supposedly basking in the sun somewhere around here.
Espella:
They certainly sound like a couple of laid-back villains, if they were "basking in the sun"...
Maya:
Whooooooa! Th-there they are...over there!
Phoenix:
Yep... I see them too. Definitely suspicious...
Luke:
I'm not sure I've ever seen a more suspicious-looking pair of characters!
Layton:
Indeed, Luke... I must admit, they somewhat resemble the kind of image one often sees on "most wanted" posters...
Judge:
After my many years as a judge, I have recently found myself wondering... What exactly do we mean by "crime"? How exactly can we define it...?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
........................ We are no more than bubbles, being carried by a great river. Drifting this way and that, until we disappear... The tiny sound of the bubbles bursting goes unheard by anyone. And yet...they undoubtedly do make their sound... BLAM!
Judge:
Indeed... That is a unique way of looking at things. I, meanwhile, believe... that the world is not as simple as: "those who use witchcraft are criminals".
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
........................ Even so, the warm wind blows over the grassy plains, quietly causing the red flowers to sway...before moving on. No one sees the wind as it moves... It is only felt by the flowers, as they are touched.
Judge:
Hmm...
Luke:
They seem to be having some kind of complicated, high-level conversation...
Layton:
Indeed, Luke. It would appear they're involved in deep philosophical discussion.
Espella:
That's just like Mr Wordsmith... He always sounds so poetic and deep.
Maya:
You can say that again. I think it's a bit too deep for me... I'm lost!
Phoenix:
Honestly, I'm not sure whether what I'm hearing is sublime or ridiculous...
Judge:
I feel...that after a year since I stepped down as a judge, I still cannot say with utter confidence... what path my life should take, or what on earth I should aim for now.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
........................ There were days when even I wished to simply become the wind... But if I were to become the wind... I would never again be able to slurp upon spaghetti.
Judge:
Indeed... To be honest with you, I had never even considered that. It would seem that I should continue on my current path, at least for the time being...
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
........................ Whatever the case, I cannot even consider a world in which one is not free to slurp upon one's spaghetti... Where is that kindly neighbour who will free me from my fate this evening...and from that despicable monster we call money?
Judge:
Hmm...
Luke:
Somehow...listening to them talking... is making me feel all profound.
Maya:
Me too...I suddenly have a profound feeling that I'd like to eat some spaghetti right about now!
Espella:
It's just like Mr Wordsmith... Always the most tasteful choice of words.
Phoenix:
Personally, I get the feeling he's trying to persuade the judge to buy him dinner tonight, in a roundabout sort of way.
Judge:
...Oh? Well, I never... This is a most distinguished turnout we have here!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Fortuitous meetings are no more than inevitable vicissitudes within the natural ebb and flow of our lives...
Judge:
May I ask what it is that brings you all to an out-of-the-way place like this?
Layton:
Ah...well... Actually...
Maya:
We came here to check on reports of two suspicious characters said to have been basking in the sun!
Phoenix:
(Tactful as always, Maya...)
Judge:
Two suspicious characters, you say? And you took the trouble to come all the way out here just to warn us? Well, don't worry, we'll keep our eyes open!
Phoenix:
(Missing the point as always, Your Honour...)
Layton:
By the way, what brings you to this neck of the woods?
Judge:
Well...it's a little embarrassing really... I was just seeking advice from my wise companion here. I've been wondering how to proceed in life, now that I've stepped down from my post.
Phoenix:
And did you find the answer to your question from Wordsmith?
Judge:
Well...to be honest... I have no idea what he was talking about...
Phoenix:
Is that so...? (Why am I not surprised to hear that?)
Judge:
I was getting into a bit of a nervous sweat just about the time you arrived.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I am merely floating on a warm breeze, shedding warm tears, like flower petals dancing in the wind.
Maya:
So! You decided to become a fortune teller, huh?
Judge:
...Yes. When I met you all about a year ago, I came to realise... My beliefs were being changed by the Story. The belief that "witches must be guilty" was just an illusion. This world is incomprehensible, like a dark and puzzling labyrinth.
Layton:
In a sense, puzzles are a microcosm of that labyrinth, or so I like to believe.
Maya:
...And that's why you decided to become a fortune teller?
Judge:
That's right. I felt that as a fortune teller, I could help those who came to consult me find their way forward to a brighter future. But to tell you the truth... I felt my appearance might be well suited to the role, too.
Phoenix:
(...Personally I think your appearance fits the role of "suspicious character" better...)
Judge:
But when it comes to giving people advice, I came to realise it's not that easy...
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Really...? I believe...all is well within one's grasp! The answer to the ultimate puzzle of life...
Luke:
Huh...? Please don't say it's 42...
Maya:
Mr Wordsmith!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
When faced with a perplexing puzzle, the way forward is to broaden one's outlook... Then, while holding that broadened view... look back upon that same puzzle.
Espella:
Certainly...when I have a problem, I'm often unable to see anything else.
Luke:
So we should broaden our outlook, then... That sounds like good advice!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
And then you should make use of your hands, eyes and all of your senses to feel out a solution. If you look around you...at those bushes... or that tree over there...there's always a hint waiting to be found. Of this, you can be certain... Hint 1, Hint 2, Hint 3...and naturally, the Super Hint are waiting there for you.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Check this out! I found some hint coins in that tree and bushes over there!
Phoenix:
............ (Are you kidding me?)
Layton:
Well, when it comes to solving puzzles, "each to his own" is what I say. A puzzle is a labyrinth born of the human intellect. However, occasionally... there are puzzles that can prove most refreshing when unravelled at the drop of a hat. A metaphorical hat, that is. Take the following puzzle, for example...
Puzzle #80: Short Round Ride 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
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Notes:
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Additional dialogue:
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Maya:
Boy, I just LOVE this kind of puzzle! Two choices means you only have to try it twice!
Luke:
Did you really just say that, Maya...?
Maya:
So here's my amazing strategy: step one, try UP just to see what happens. Step two: VICTORY POSE! Turns out that UP was totally the right answer!
Espella:
Well, I'm not sure what to make of that strategy...
Phoenix:
You know, I've just realised what a mysterious object the hint coin really is.
Luke:
How do you mean, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Well, I always set out to get all the coins and leave no stone unturned... But then, when I get stuck in a puzzle, I never end up using them... Not a one. Sort of feels like I'm wasting a coin, like I hate seeing the hint coin counter go down, you know?
Luke:
Ah... I know exactly what you mean!
Maya:
That just goes to show what a cheapskate you are, Nick!
Layton:
I'm not sure that's entirely true, Miss Fey.
???:
Nonsense...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I've seen and done a lot of things during this long life of mine... On the great ocean of puzzles, the traveller who carries a wealth of coins runs the risk of being pulled under by their weight.
Maya:
Whoa... That sounds like it belongs in a fortune cookie!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Which is why... whenever I tackle any puzzle... I always look at the Super Hint before I start!
Layton:
........................
Phoenix:
........................
Luke:
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Maya:
........................
Espella:
........................
Judge:
While it may be true that the world is full of things that are difficult to fathom... By your own words, Wordsmith... I find you quite clearly, in a word, guilty!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
........................ I am merely floating on a warm breeze, shedding warm tears, like flower petals basking in the twilight of a very long day...
Layton:
Well, as I've said already... When it comes to solving puzzles, "each to his own" is what I always say.
To Be Continued...
Special Trial 2017
Transcript
This is a transcript of the English translation of Special Trial 2017 provided as Special Content in The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles.
September, 2017
Makuhari Messe
Judge:
I hereby call this court to order for this retrospective of fifteen years of Ace Attorney. Are the defence and prosecution ready to proceed?
Phoenix:
Erm... ...I'd be more ready...if I had a clue where I was.
Judge:
This is the Supreme Court of Judicature in the Empire of Japan...in the Meiji era.
Phoenix:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?! That's like...a looong time ago, right?
Maya:
Ooh, maybe we'll get to meet some of our ancestors!
Phoenix:
...Maya, seriously, could you be any less surprised?
Judge:
It would seem that some sort of time warp has taken place...but no matter. So how about the prosecution? Are you ready to proceed?
Ryunosuke:
Um... Well, the thing is, I'm actually, um... a defence lawyer.
Judge:
Be that as it may, circumstances dictate that for today, you shall stand for the prosecution.
Susato:
...Circumstances dictate it? I think perhaps he means the powers that be dictate it...
Phoenix:
I hope you don't think I'm being rude, Mr Prosecutor, but... ...who exactly are you? You seem...strangely familiar.
Ryunosuke:
Interesting... I was just thinking the same thing. It's hard to explain. It's almost as if I know you as well as I know myself...
Judge:
Well, I think the fastest way to resolve this is to have you both introduce yourselves.
Phoenix/Ryunosuke:
Of course. I'm Defence Attorney... Phoenix Wright / Ryunosuke Naruhodo!
Maya:
Oh...I thought you might share a surname or something.
Susato:
But you could be brothers, couldn't you? I mean, you both have that same...spikiness!
Ryunosuke:
I think I might remember if I had a long-lost brother, Miss Susato.
Phoenix:
......... I remember. Yeah, being told there was an attorney named Ryunosuke Naruhodo somewhere in my family tree.
Maya:
So, you did share a surname once? And gramps over there is...
Phoenix:
...One of my ancestors!
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Susato:
...I think she just called you a grandfather, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
I suddenly feel very old...
Maya:
AAAAAAAAAH! Then...then...that must mean... ...you, standing beside him... You must be one of MY ancestors!
Susato:
...Pardon?
Maya:
You're both dignified and ladylike and...well... basically my ideal ancestor! I'm your great, great, grand-something Maya Fey!
Susato:
Ah, well...I'm Judicial Assistant Susato Mikotoba, I'm afraid.
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
In other words, a total stranger.
Maya:
Uuugh...I just can't catch a break. I mean, wow, that is BITTER disappointment...
Susato:
...I hope you can forgive me.
Maya:
Ooh! I know! I can fix this! You could become an honorary ancestor of the Fey family!
Susato:
'Susato Fey'...? Well it, it does have a certain ring to it, I'm sure, but...
Ryunosuke:
I think we might have just heard the most illogical request in history.
Maya:
Uuugh, but it really does have such an awesome ring to it. Susato Fey...
Judge:
This trial will discuss the fifteenth anniversary of Ace Attorney that's being celebrated this year.
Ryunosuke:
Fifteenth anniversary?
Phoenix:
You'd better believe it! The very first Ace Attorney was released back in 2001. And to celebrate that fact, we've been doing a whole bunch of stuff this year.
Maya:
That's right! Like in January, we put on a huge event. The '15th Anniversary Special Trial'! It was sooo much fun!
Phoenix:
It was. It really drove home the impressiveness of our fifteen-year-long history.
Susato:
Hold it!
Susato:
If I might be permitted...to make a small observation.
Phoenix:
Oh! Sure...what is it?
Susato:
If driving home the impressiveness of a long history was the intention... ...then you should have been celebrating the more than one hundred years since Mr Naruhodo's birth!
Phoenix:
More...more than one hundred years?!
Ryunosuke:
...All this impressiveness just makes me feel impressively old.
Judge:
Wonderful, wonderful! The court bows down before your ancient wisdom!
Susato:
I think...they've started to worship you.
Ryunosuke:
Let's try not to mention the Meiji era again.
Maya:
Don't forget that last year we took to the stage and finally appeared in a TV anime series, too! A new story every week! I mean, that was really ace, right?
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Tee-vee...?
Susato:
A-ni-me...?
Ryunosuke:
What on earth are you talking about? Stop half-explaining things!
Phoenix:
(A hundred years is a terrifying chasm to bridge...it really is.)
Judge:
Ah, and there was another interesting development this year, wasn't there? An orchestral concert. The first in nine years, if I'm not mistaken.
Maya:
You're not mistaken! With nine years of pent-up emotion inside, I cried so hard!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Or-kes-tral...?
Susato:
Kon-sert...?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! A western instrumental group performance! Even we ancestors know about those!
Susato:
Beethoven...Mozart...Bahha... Oh, how delightful!
Phoenix:
Well, I've never heard of that last one, but sure, you get the idea.
Maya:
I think it's Bach. Things can get a bit bent out of shape when you mould Western names into Japanese.
Phoenix:
Right? Didn't they used to call Shakespeare 'Sao' or something?
Maya:
You could have that cool 'o' on the end of your name, Nicko!
Phoenix:
...Like 'o' for 'old man'? No thanks.
Judge:
And a matter of days ago, on August 3rd... ...to great anticipation across the Empire of Japan, The Great Ace Attorney 2 went on sale!
.........
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...thank you very much, Your Excellency!
Phoenix:
Yeah, we really enjoyed that one. What a story!
Maya:
It was so moving! I was blown away!
Phoenix:
I bet you were. After all... ...there were a LOT of loose ends that needed tying up!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh!
Phoenix:
Are, are you okay?
Ryunosuke:
...You just...touched a nerve, that's all.
Susato:
Your ancestor went through rather a lot, you see.
Judge:
It all started with our great forefathers, after all. We are truly blessed to be in your presence.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Forgive me, Your Honour, but... ...that last statement of yours is riddled with contradictions!
Judge:
W-What?! Explain yourself, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
It's been bothering me right since the start of this trial, actually.
Phoenix:
The way Mr Naruhodo moves. It's very smooth. A little...too smooth, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, is it? I, I didn't notice.
Phoenix:
Exactly! Just like that!
Maya:
You're right, Nick... Like, when you thump the bench, it's really jerky. There's only two frames.
Phoenix:
Out of interest, what does your 'objection' look like?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
...That's not actually humanly possible, surely.
Phoenix:
The point is this! The jerkiness on this side of the courtroom... ...proves that we're your predecessors! In other words...WE are the ancestors here!
Ryunosuke:
...What can I say to that?
Susato:
Perhaps you're both predecessors and ancestors of each other. If this is some sort of warping of time, that should be entirely possible, I think!
Judge:
Well, I think we've covered everything now. It's time for this court to adjourn.
Phoenix:
Um, in that case... ...how are we supposed to get back home? You know, to the twenty-first century?
Susato:
Well...you could go and explore Meiji Tokyo and pass the time that way!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ryunosuke:
The great imperial capital is full of wonders. I'm sure a hundred years will pass just like that!
Phoenix:
......... Hm... ...I think this is a perfect opportunity to use that timeless phrase of mine, don't you?
Maya:
Ooh! A joint predecessor-ancestor performance! What a treat!
Susato:
Altogether now, then...for the continued success of Ace Attorney! One, two...
Phoenix/Maya/Ryunosuke/Susato:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Maya! Put the brakes on!
Ryunosuke:
You know what they say: what goes around comes around.
Susato:
Goodbye for now, everybody. See you again soon!
Tavern Tale
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Tavern
Barnham:
One puzzle means...one more step on the path to puzzle mastery...
Rouge:
Well, I hope you have some comfy shoes ready...because at this rate, you're gonna be walking that path forever.
Barnham:
Hmph...the fiercer the adversary, the better, I assure you. That is why... no matter how foolishly difficult this infernal "More Chalices!" may be, it WILL be solved by the hand of Barnham!
Rouge:
You sure about that? It looks to me like the hand of Barnham could use a hand of its own right about now, Zacky-boy!
Barnham:
Tell me, Rouge, how many chalices have I broken since starting this puzzle three nights ago?
Rouge:
Heh. Let's just say, if you take any longer... I'll be having to serve my customers juice out of their own hats.
Barnham:
...Well, I should make my way back. It seems the storm outside has subsided.
Rouge:
............ A stormy night like this...really brings back memories, doesn't it, Zack? Like the time you first set foot into this very tavern... It was a dark and stormy night just like this one.
Barnham:
...... Indeed, it was.
Rouge:
Heh. I remember you walked through that door soggier than a rat in a river...
...Open the door! Hurry!Hold your horses, I'm coming... Tavern's closed, you know. You're lucky I'm even opening the door in this storm. You...aren't you...Zacharias Barnham?Please, I require your aid for just a moment.
Rouge:
Well, well...what aid could THE captain of the knights need from a lowly tavern owner like me? If you think for a second I'm going to sell out whatever bandit you're after, then you've got another thing coming.
Barnham:
Please...they are after us. I ask for but a moment's shelter.
Rouge:
"After you"...?
Barnham:
............ Surely you have heard word of the recent witch sighting at the farm on the outskirts of town, have you not?
Rouge:
Who hasn't? Word is that witch did quite a number on the farm's chickens and crops. I heard you guys tried to put up a fence to keep 'em out. A lot of good that did, huh?
Barnham:
There were no traces of footprints at the scene. 'Twas surely a witch's handiwork.
Rouge:
So? Shouldn't you be out there hunting down this supposed witch?
Barnham:
That is correct... And so, tonight I finally managed to capture the culprit.
Rouge:
You caught the culprit...?
Barnham:
Yes. This fiend right here...
Grrrr... Grrrrrrrrrrrr...
Barnham:
I give you...our "witch"... The beast cannot be more than a year old.
Rouge:
My, my...he's certainly the tiniest "criminal" I've ever seen.
Barnham:
Quite. Every day, this beast has been getting itself into trouble. Honestly... No one would've ever suspected this pup could be the one behind those missing chickens.
Rouge:
...By the way, I've gotta ask: what's up with that helmet?
Barnham:
...I put it on him a short while ago. 'Tis a toy helmet I just happened to have lying around.
Rouge:
Let me see if I'm barking up the right tree... This little guy here would hide in the bushes and attack any passing dogs or kids?
Barnham:
Indeed.
Rouge:
...Okay, but there were a LOT of chickens and crops that went missing from that farm. Why on earth would this little guy go and take so many? If he was planning on eating them, you'd think one chicken would be more than enough for 'im.
Barnham:
Yes... The beast is still a mere whelp. Every battle is, for him, a terrifying battle of life or death. Until now, the source of the disappearing chickens was a mystery. However, tonight our little friend here made a grave error.
Rouge:
What kind of error?
Barnham:
There was a group of townspeople patrolling the crime scene during the storm tonight. They were under the assumption that the culprit was a witch. Something tells me the pup's little trick didn't go as planned. Yet...he went through with his trick and ended up biting off more than he could chew...so to speak. The townspeople were hungry for a culprit to capture and chased after the mutt. He was thus forced to escape into the forest. He managed to lose them in the forest. ...With the exception of one.
Rouge:
And let me guess...that "one" was one Zacharias Barnham, right?
Barnham:
He truly put forth a valiant effort... Quite clever for the beast that he is.
Rouge:
The little guy must have been scared stiff, what with all that armour clattering around after him.
...Woof! Woof!
Barnham:
I chased him through the forest, before finally... he grew tired and stopped to rest in a clearing deep within the forest. ...'Twas the beast's home.
Rouge:
So you ended up smack dab in the middle of "enemy territory". Sounds like an impasse if I ever saw one. So, what then? The chase was over. Why didn't you just hand the pup over to the townsfolk?
Barnham:
............ That was not an option.
Rouge:
And why's that?
Barnham:
It was because...of what I saw there deep within the recesses of that forest.
Rouge:
...?
Barnham:
I saw...the chickens the beast had taken. His prey was left in a large pile. And yet...there was no hint that he had actually eaten any of them.
Rouge:
Wh-what do you mean?
Barnham:
Curled up among this mountain of chickens, lay a much larger dog... It was readily apparent that the beast was already dead.
Rouge:
...!
Barnham:
This little one here nestled itself against the larger beast, yet there was no response. I could but gaze upon this whelp in silent admiration for his efforts...
Grrrrrrr...
Barnham:
I distinctly remember the larger one's appearance... It had a scar above its left eye, a tail that looked as if it were singed by the Legendary Fire itself, and black and white coloured fur.
............ I...knew that beast.
Rouge:
You did...?
Barnham:
We had met once before...in town, not a few days prior. ...I was at the head of the Storyteller's parade. That's when... suddenly a large dog jumped in front of me. It had been chasing the chickens at the farm nearby when it shot forth from the alley. ...I was caught completely off guard. My horse instantly reeled back in panic, but sadly I was unable to calm it... I failed to keep hold of the reins... There was naught I could do and so I was thrust from my horse.
Rouge:
...Oh, I get it now. That must've been the famous Barnham's Wild Ride incident everyone loves talking about. Heard you were dragged all over town. Don't seem any worse for wear, though. You're definitely now the stuff of legends.
Barnham:
Unfortunately, the dog that ran into the parade was much more "worse for wear".
Rouge:
...!
Barnham:
In the chaos that followed, the beast was caught under my horse, trampled and kicked aside. Somehow it managed to drag itself upright... It then limped its way back to the alley and disappeared.
Rouge:
...Unbelievable. So you mean...
Barnham:
...Indeed. The dead dog in the forest was the very same dog from the parade. There is no mistake... The beast was mortally wounded at that parade.
Rouge:
A-all right, so... What about the pup?
Barnham:
'Tis only an assumption, but... perhaps this little one is the beast's offspring.
...Since that day. This little one, despite his small stature and fear, would face prey much bigger than himself. When his strength failed him and he could no longer move, he would escape into the forest. All this for the sake of his mother. Day after day...never once realising that his mother had long since uttered her last breath...
Grrrrrrr...
Barnham:
...If only I had not fallen from my horse. ...If only I had been able to take control...
How can I call myself captain of the knights, when I was the one who robbed this little one of his mother?
Rouge:
............
Barnham:
I think...this little one was there to witness what I did to his mother. He must be quite aware of my actions that day.
Rouge:
...What do you mean?
Grrrrrr...
Barnham:
While he may still be young, and his stature small...this dog is a true knight of the highest calibre. He protects that which needs protecting. And...will ready his fangs at but a moment's notice for many a just cause. ...That is why I could not simply hand this most valiant knight over to the townsfolk.
Rouge:
............
Barnham:
As we speak, they are braving the storm in search of him. However, they will likely give up before too long. I ask you, please keep this little one safe here... I beg of you.
Rouge:
............ What exactly do you plan on doing with the pup?
Barnham:
............ This brave little knight stood valiantly in the face of insurmountable odds, all for the sake of protecting one close to him. As such, I will first assign him a most noble name befitting one of such valour. Then...I will personally see to it that he is welcomed into the Knights of the Inquisition.
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Rouge:
...Hmph. From where I'm standing, it really doesn't look like this little guy is all too thrilled with you and your plans.
Barnham:
I-it would appear so, but...
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Woooooof! Woooooof!
Barnham:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Rouge:
No doubt about it... He doesn't like you one bit. ...That's what little guys like this do. They bite.
Barnham:
U-urgh... 'Twas my error!
Rouge:
Oh, c'mon now. You're not even bleeding, you big baby. The big bad knight captain...bitten by a cute little pup, like some kind of chew toy. Not the most "manly" of stories.
Barnham:
...Nonsense! It was an honour to be chewed on by such an admirable creature.
Rouge:
Heh. Ever the fast-talker, eh, Mr Knight Captain? Look, gimme a minute and I'll get you patched up in no time. Until then... how about you keep yourself entertained with this little puzzle I came up with... Mouse Mayhem 2 should be child's play for a knight like you, Mr Knight Captain!
Puzzle #78: Mouse Mayhem 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
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Layton:
I see. My, how fascinating... No doubt this puzzle was originally created quite a while ago, is that correct?
Barnham:
S-Sir Top Hat?!
Layton:
Indeed. And a good evening to you,  Mr Barnham.
Barnham:
W-were you here this whole time...?!
Layton:
Not at all. I just arrived right now to get a cup of water. ...Hmm, but it does seem I've managed to arrive just in time to hear an old story.
Rouge:
Heh... Anyway, where's the rest of your motley crew gone?
Layton:
Ah, yes. Mr Wright and the others appear to be sound asleep upstairs. They were all enjoying being together again after so long, they must have tired themselves out quite a bit.
Rouge:
Ah, all right. Well, glad to hear they're doin' fine.
Layton:
...By the way, Mr Barnham.
Barnham:
Wh-what is it?
Layton:
Perhaps you could tell me how you obtained that scar I see above your left eyebrow...
Barnham:
...... I received this quite some time ago. A most formidable knight gave me this old wound. 'Twas not by his sword, but rather his small fangs that he gave me this injury.
Rouge:
...Say, Mr Fancy Hat.
Layton:
Yes, Miss Rouge?
Rouge:
That little...story you just heard. Do me a favour and keep it under that hat of yours, okay?
Layton:
Why, of course, Miss Rouge. However...there is but one condition.
Rouge:
...And that is?
Layton:
If you would do me the honour... of allowing me to take on the puzzle that left Mr Barnham stumped for three days... I speak of More Chalices!
Rouge:
............ Well, well, well...looks like we've got ourselves another challenger.
To Be Continued...
The Adventure of the Blossoming Attorney
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Susato:
Standing here in the bright sunshine, looking out over the vast ocean... ...those days in London seem like a dream. But I do miss my time in England's vast capital... You know...he's flourished into a truly wonderful lawyer. I've no doubt that at this very moment, he's fighting some noble cause in court. Forgive me for taking so long to come to visit you. My life has been such a whirlwind since I returned. And no one could have predicted what has happened. Just two months after arriving home... ...I find myself faced with another awful crime. So I came here today to ask something of you. Tomorrow, I shall be standing in court. For the only time in my life... ...as a lawyer. So please...I ask for your guidance. ...Kazuma-sama.
Episode I
The Adventure of the Blossoming Attorney
13th August, 8:26 a.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Defendants' Antechamber 3
Susato:
(Here I am again after nine months... The Supreme Court of Judicature of Japan. I feel so nervous. But I must steel my nerves and find a way to compose myself.)
Mikotoba:
Ah good, you're here. It doesn't do for a lawyer to be late.
Susato:
Oh! Yes, um... Good morning, sir!
Mikotoba:
I hardly recognise you. You cut a fine figure, Counsel. But you look as white as a sheet. And those wide eyes aren't doing you any favours, either.
Susato:
Oh dear... The truth is...I'm so incredibly nervous, I feel utterly nauseated. I almost wish that I'd never been born.
Mikotoba:
Goodness. Not the sort of thing a father hopes to hear from his daughter, I must say.
Susato:
(...Yujin Mikotoba. Professor of Medicine at the Imperial Yumei University. A man who, earlier in his life, travelled to Great Britain to study the latest advances in forensic medical science. And of course...my brilliant father.)
???:
...Um, excuse me... Would I be correct in thinking that you're to be my lawyer in court today?
Susato:
Hm... Oh! Um...yes. Yes, that's right...miss!
???:
Well...I, um... I want to thank you for agreeing to represent me! I swear... I swear on my life... ...it's a complete fabrication! This whole thing!
Susato:
(...Rei Membami. Born the same year as I, and my greatest friend. Though unusual for a woman in our time, she works at the university research laboratory, helping my father. And sadly...she's the defendant in today's trial. Accused of committing a truly awful murder.)
Susato:
Are you feeling alright? Since we started talking, you seem...well, to have become a little flushed.
Rei:
Oh my! Um...well...erm... It's just that... ...you look so gallant and dashing.
Susato:
Sorry?
Rei:
And when I fall under your intense gaze, it... Well, it makes me feel rather bashful.
Susato:
......... (Goodness... I don't think she knows. She hasn't realised who I am.)
Mikotoba:
Wa ha ha ha ha! It would seem our little plan for this trial is going to work.
Rei:
Oh! What, what do you mean, Professor Mikotoba?
Mikotoba:
If even your best friend can't see through the disguise, I think we can relax.
Rei:
Disguise...?
Susato:
Yes... I've never tried dressing this way before, of course, so I wasn't sure how convincing it would be. But this does make me feel a little relieved, as you say, Father.
Rei:
F-Father? ......... WHAAAAAA?! Is, is that...? Is that you, Susato?
Susato:
I'm so sorry I didn't say something sooner, Rei. It's just that-
Rei:
NOOOOOOOOO! What are you doing? What's going on? What what what what what? That varsity uniform! That varsity cap! That varsity cape! That varsity badge! Look at you! You look for all the world just like a student of the Imperial Yumei University! A male student!
Susato:
...I'm so glad you think so. It means all my preparations have been worthwhile. I woke at four this morning to make a start.
Rei:
But, but I don't understand. Why are you dressed like that?
Susato:
Well...you see...
Mikotoba:
It was the only way. The only way she would be permitted into the Supreme Court to take on your defence in this trial.
Rei:
My... My defence?
Susato:
......... (Never before in my life have I felt so frustrated at having been born into this body. Courts in Japan are barred to women. We're not even allowed to set foot inside the courtroom. Despite the fact that the laws of the land apply to all people - male and female - alike...)
Rei:
But...women are forbidden...
Susato:
Just for today, I'll be leaving my true self at the courtroom door. So that I can act as your lawyer.
Rei:
Oh, Susato... You'd go to such lengths for me?
Susato:
Of course. You're my greatest friend. I just worry that I shan't be the lawyer you deserve.
Rei:
Oh no! I have complete faith in you!
Susato:
Rei...
Rei:
......... It's so strange, though. I mean, you're such an accomplished judicial assistant already. And yet just because you're a woman... What a wretched reason! I mean, why shouldn't you be allowed in court?! ...You're so gallant and dashing!
Susato:
Um...Rei... ...please don't look at me like that, with those flushed cheeks and doting eyes.
Rei:
Oh! I'm, I'm sorry. It's just...you really do look so dashing...
Susato:
Y-Yes, you mentioned that once or twice.
Mikotoba:
Wa ha ha ha ha! You should be pleased. It means you look convincing as a man.
Susato:
I am pleased...I think. It's certainly helped to bolster my confidence today. (Rei... You're managing to put on a brave face in all this, but I can see through it. I've noticed how your shoulders are slumped and how you're trembling ever so slightly.)
Rei:
Susato... ...you...do believe me, don't you? I didn't do it. I, I couldn't have! I mean...murder...
Susato:
Of course. You have nothing to worry about. Your conscience is perfectly clean! ...Isn't that right?
Rei:
Yes...yes it is. Perfectly clean!
Susato:
I have absolutely no doubt in my mind about your innocence. Which is why I'll stand by you until the bitter end in this trial. Whatever happens...I'll always be on your side! (Because that's what it means to be a defence lawyer!)
Rei:
That means so much to me, Susato.
Bailiff:
Defendant! Counsel! Court is about to begin. Proceed to the courtroom at once!
Mikotoba:
You should go in at once, Rei. If you're late, the judge won't hesitate to pronounce you guilty.
Rei:
Oh... STAND ASIIIIIIDE!
Susato:
(I don't think I've ever seen her run so fast...)
Mikotoba:
...Well, Susato, you've certainly surprised your father. Going to such lengths to be admitted into the courtroom, and with no prior experience of being a lawyer...
Susato:
There was simply no other way. That's all there is to it. But Father... ...you haven't told her, have you? I mean, I'm right in assuming that Rei doesn't know how it came to this?
Mikotoba:
Yes, quite right. I've kept that information from her. It would only worry her if she found out that no other lawyer would agree to take her case. I didn't want to burden her with that.
Susato:
And is it true? The reason why every other lawyer is refusing to take the case? Is it really because of who the victim was?
Mikotoba:
......... We should be making a move now, too. As you know, law isn't my field, but I'll do what I can to support my student.
Susato:
Thank you, Father. (I'm Susato Mikotoba, a judicial assistant. Eight months ago, I accompanied a student of law on a study trip to Great Britain. But two months ago, due to unforeseen circumstances, I found myself back in Japan.)
How many times have I wished that he were here, I wonder? Still...I have no choice now but to steel myself for the trial ahead. Wish me luck...Naruhodo-san.
13th August, 9:00 a.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Courtroom 1
Judge:
This court is now in session to hear the trial of Rei Membami.
Auchi:
The prosecution is fully ready to proceed, Your Excellency.
???:
.........
Judge:
Defence Counsel! Are you ready?
Mikotoba:
Yes, Your Excellency. We are ready.
???:
Ready!
Judge:
......... Ah yes, Counsel... ...according to your registration details, your name is... erm... ...Ryutaro Naruhodo. Is that correct?
Ryutaro:
......... Sorry?
Mikotoba:
Oh yes...I had to come up with a suitable male name for you for this little venture. So I'm afraid to say I simply put down the first name that sprung to mind.
Judge:
Well, Counsel?
Ryutaro:
Ah! Um, yes, that's right! That's me. I'm, erm... I mean... Yes! I am Ryutaro, he who has vowed to uphold the pride of the great Naruhodo clan!
Judge:
Ah...
Mikotoba:
It seems Ryutaro may need to consider how to better uphold his manly act first and not overdo it. And those wild, wide eyes aren't doing you any favours, either. Just relax, and listen...
Rei:
Naru...hodo...?
Auchi:
A fresh face in this courtroom, if I'm not mistaken. But the name 'Naruhodo'... Would that perchance be...?
Mikotoba:
You may be thinking of Ryunosuke Naruhodo, currently in Britain as part of a study programme. This is, um...
Ryutaro:
...His cousin!
Mikotoba:
That's right. Ryutaro here has been studying in the provinces, but was called to the capital for this trial. I assure you, in matters of law, his knowledge rivals that of any of Tokyo's pre-eminent lawyers.
Ryutaro:
Any of them!
Auchi:
Tut tut tut. What a pitiful situation. Having been rejected by every lawyer in the capital, the accused has had to call in a country boy.
Rei:
How dare you?! Susato is every bit as gallant and dashing as any of your Tokyo attorneys! I won't have you making fun of her!
Auchi:
...'Her'?
Rei:
Oh! Um, er...
Ryutaro:
(Please be careful, Rei...)
Auchi:
Tsh huh huh... What an unrefined tomboy we have here. But I wonder...is your 'gallant and dashing' lawyer up to the challenge of defending you? His wide, skittish eyes very much suggest that he is not.
Ryutaro:
(Ugh...I'm so nervous... Now that I'm standing in his shoes, I'm starting to understand what Naruhodo-san goes through. Like it or not, eyes are wont to flit!)
Judge:
The case to be heard on this day is a matter of great significance to our national interests. In fact, it would be reasonable to assume that the outcome of this trial may well affect the very future of our empire.
Auchi:
...Just like the trial nine months ago. And yet for proceedings of such importance, we have this...unknown yokel by the dock? Dear me.
Judge:
Hmph. Perhaps this would be an appropriate moment for me to assess the defence. To determine whether you are sufficiently competent to practise in this courtroom.
Mikotoba:
Nine months ago, when a certain other Naruhodo stood where you're standing now... ...this same judge tested him as well. And even though he was just a student at the time - not even of law - he passed the test with flying colours. For a trained and experienced judicial assistant like you, this will be easy.
Judge:
So, Counsel...do you consent to answering some simple questions?
Ryutaro:
......... (Alright, it's time to prove myself.) Yes, Your Excellency! (But please do make them simple!)
Judge:
Very well. To start with... ...you will state the name of the victim.
Ryutaro:
(Whew, that is simple. I couldn't forget that if I tried.) ......... Ah.
Mikotoba:
What's the matter?
Ryutaro:
(Now that I'm standing in his shoes, I'm starting to understand something else Naruhodo-san goes through. Like it or not, minds are wont to blank!)
Mikotoba:
It's not surprising, really. It's your first time in this position and...in that guise. Even a bright spark like you is bound to flicker and falter a little under the circumstances.
Ryutaro:
Oh dear...this is a dismal failure...
Mikotoba:
Don't fret. You need only use the knowledge you've gained as a judicial assistant to overcome the problem.
Ryutaro:
...! (Of course! The Court Record!) Yes, the answer will be amongst all the key information about the case, in the Court Record.
Mikotoba:
That's right. Just use [R / R1 / E] to open the Court Record. Then you need to flip to the 'People' section with [R / R1 / E]. And don't take too long over it. His Excellency is watching you closely.
Ryutaro:
(Alright, check the Court Record with [R / R1 / E]... That's where the information I need will be!)
Judge:
I'm waiting, Counsel... What is the name of the victim in this case?
Taketsuchi Auchi
Ryutaro:
The victim in this case is... Yes! Prosecutor Taketsuchi Auchi!
Judge:
What?!
Auchi:
Why the sudden triumphant cry of 'Yes!'? Are you threatening to kill me?
Ryutaro:
...He seems angry.
Mikotoba:
And you're surprised? Did you consult the Court Record? You must look through it carefully.
Ryutaro:
Oh yes, I did, of course! I looked at everyone on file. And I chose the person whose features appeared to be the most deathly.
Mikotoba:
...I must say...this most unusual methodology of yours leaves me almost speechless. It occurs to me with renewed certainty that reading the information carefully is vitally important. I strongly recommend it!
Ryutaro:
(Oh dear... I simply can't ignore that imploring look.) Your Excellency! Please allow me to amend my answer!
Judge:
...Very well. I will excuse this incorrect response given your wide-eyed state of panic.
Leads back to:
"What is the name of the victim in this case?"
Yujin Mikotoba
Ryutaro:
The victim in this case...is none other than Professor Yujin Mikotoba!
Judge:
What?!
Mikotoba:
Well... To be written off by one's own child...
Ryutaro:
Father, you, you seem suddenly so much older...and wearier than you were mere moments ago...
Mikotoba:
Because of you, clearly! The judge is asking for the victim's name. The person who was killed in this case. Look through the information in the Court Record again. Carefully. Before you kill me, for mercy's sake!
Ryutaro:
(Oh dear... I simply can't ignore that disapproving look.) Your Excellency! Please allow me to amend my answer!
Judge:
...Very well. I will excuse this incorrect response given your wide-eyed state of panic.
Leads back to:
"What is the name of the victim in this case?"
Jezaille Brett
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"The name of the victim who lost her life in this case...is Miss Jezaille Brett!"
Ryutaro:
The name of the victim who lost her life in this case...is Miss Jezaille Brett!
Auchi:
.........
Rei:
Jezaille Brett...
Mikotoba:
A name that will never be forgotten in the courtrooms of our country, I'm sure.
Judge:
Correct. And being a member of our empire's judiciary, you will be well aware of the significance of that name.
Ryutaro:
...!
Judge:
So...let me pose another simple question. As you know, Miss Brett was a visiting student from the Empire of Great Britain. Why, then, is her name indelibly associated with our own empire's judicial history?
Mikotoba:
Obviously, you won't have forgotten that case from nine months ago. But if it's proving hard to recall the finer points, everything you need is included in the Court Record.
Ryutaro:
(Obviously, I still remember. That was the start of everything.) Jezaille Brett... Behind the woman's student persona was the face of...
A victim
Ryutaro:
...a victim, obviously!
Judge:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
The victim's role is already taken, Counsel! As you should know!
Auchi:
That answer came with such misguided confidence, I was almost taken in!
Ryutaro:
I thought it sounded a little odd!
Mikotoba:
...Leave me out of this. Check the Court Record, and find the correct answer to the question of Miss Brett's true identity. You'll find it in the 'People' section.
Judge:
That won't do, Counsel. Amend your answer before we have any more victims to contend with.
Ryutaro:
Yes...of course! ...Your Excellency!
Leads back to:
"Behind the woman's student persona was the face of..."
Queen Victoria
Ryutaro:
...Queen Victoria, obviously!
Judge:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
Obviously not!
Auchi:
The Queen of England?! Studying overseas?
Ryutaro:
I thought it sounded a little odd!
Mikotoba:
...Leave me out of this. I'm sure you know all the details of the case in question from nine months ago.
Ryutaro:
Oh yes! How could I forget? I know every last detail about it.
Mikotoba:
Then what on earth was that absurd answer you just gave?
Judge:
No more absurdity, please, Counsel. You will amend your answer.
Ryutaro:
Yes, of course, Your Excellency! (...Did they both have to call my answer absurd?)
Leads back to:
"Behind the woman's student persona was the face of..."
A killer
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"Nine months ago, a visiting professor of medicine at the Imperial Yumei University was killed."
Ryutaro:
Nine months ago, a visiting professor of medicine at the Imperial Yumei University was killed. And the culprit was...Jezaille Brett.
Mikotoba:
Yes... She was a killer...
Judge:
At the time, our country had just signed a new treaty with the Empire of Great Britain. And it was in the midst of this delicate diplomatic situation that the incident occurred. An Englishman, Dr John H. Wilson, was shot dead. I believe he was an associate of yours, Professor Mikotoba?
Mikotoba:
Yes, I was indebted to the man. He'd been my mentor when I went to London to study forensic medicine. Indeed, it was I who invited him here to Japan as a visiting professor at the university. Naturally, the murder of an Englishman on our soil was a matter the government wished to resolve rapidly.
Judge:
Indeed it was. Which is why a secret trial was conducted here at the Supreme Court. A student of the Imperial Yumei University was arrested on suspicion of murder. A second-year English language student by the name of... Ryunosuke Naruhodo. With the help of his best friend, a student lawyer, the accused conducted his own defence... ...and exposed the despicable crime committed by Miss Jezaille Brett. Miss Brett eventually admitted to her crime. However, when questioned about the motive that drove her to take Dr Wilson's life... ...she gave no satisfactory answer before the trial reached its conclusion.
Auchi:
Immediately after the trial, the British government brought its consular jurisdiction into play. We were unable to sentence Miss Brett according to our empire's laws. It was decided that she would be removed to Shanghai, China, instead.
Ryutaro:
Why Shanghai?
Mikotoba:
There's a British consular court there.
Judge:
Correct. I oversaw the negotiations personally. The date of her transfer to Shanghai was finally settled upon only last week. All that remained of our empire's obligations was to see the woman safely on board a steamship.
Auchi:
And yet, the very day before her departure... The Englishwoman was killed!
Ryutaro:
Only the day before?!
Judge:
That will do. I'm satisfied that the counsel for the defence is sufficiently capable of representing the defendant.
Ryutaro:
Oh! Thank you, Your Excellency! (Over the first hurdle...)
Judge:
Now, a summary of the incident, if you please. Prosecutor Auchi...
Auchi:
As is your wish...Your Excellency. The repugnant crime took place on the 11th August, in broad daylight. On the outskirts of the imperial capital, under a bright blue sky, at a secluded bathing spot by the sea... The incident occurred inside a small beach hut, erected for bathers to rest or change their clothes. The cause of death was a single stab wound to the posterior abdomen that pierced the victim's lung. An injury which proved fatal. There were two persons alone together in the beach hut at the time of the victim's death: Miss Brett, in her bathing attire, and the accused, Rei Membami! Accordingly, there can be no doubt of the accused's guilt! Especially when we consider she had a powerful motive! The police arrived rapidly at the scene and promptly arrested the young lady.
Ryutaro:
.........
Judge:
......... Well... ...that extraordinary description of events leaves me somewhat lost for words, I must say.
Ryutaro:
(That's certainly true. The prosecution's summary... ...was full of words that raise an awful lot of questions. As a lawyer, I really ought to pick up the prosecution counsel on what he said about...)
The bathing spot (before clearing all other options)
Ryutaro:
Um, if I may...Prosecutor Auchi...
Auchi:
What do you want? You fresh-faced, young yokel student!
Ryutaro:
I wonder... Could you explain, please? You mentioned a 'bathing spot'...
Auchi:
Hah! My apologies. Clearly my modernity has confused the poor country bumpkin's simple mind. 'Bathing spots' are the very latest trend in health practices from the West. We are told...that bathing in the water of the ocean is curative, therapeutic and excellent for the skin's-
Ryutaro:
No, that's not what I meant. I was referring to the fact that Miss Brett had, to all intents and purposes, been found guilty of murder. Why would a known criminal have been relaxing by the sea?
Auchi:
......... For old times' sake, I believe.
Ryutaro:
Sorry?
Auchi:
Miss Brett was to depart for Shanghai the following day. Her 'final wish', as it were, was to enjoy a day at our country's wonderful coast. And the British embassy put extreme pressure on our government to comply.
Ryutaro:
But, but on what grounds would we agree to such a request?
Mikotoba:
Because, as usual, our government is unable to stand up to foreign powers. In matters of diplomacy, it seems we don't even have the courage to decline the whims of a known criminal.
Auchi:
D-Don't look at me, Professor! It was the government who granted permission, not I! In any case, it was decided that with a dedicated detective on duty, nothing could go wrong.
Ryutaro:
...But in fact...a murder took place.
Auchi:
I, I said don't look at me! It was that young student girl who did it, not I!
Ryutaro:
No one has proved that yet!
Mikotoba:
...I wouldn't provoke the man if you don't need to.
Ryutaro:
(Hm, at this stage, I need to gather more information, I think.)
Leads back to:
"As a lawyer, I really ought to pick up the prosecution counsel on what he said about..."
The bathing spot (after clearing all other options)
Ryutaro:
Um, if I may...Prosecutor Auchi...
Auchi:
What do you want? You fresh-faced, young yokel student!
Ryutaro:
I wonder... Could you explain, please? You mentioned a 'bathing spot'...
Auchi:
Hah! My apologies. Clearly my modernity has confused the poor country bumpkin's simple mind. 'Bathing spots' are the very latest trend in health practices from the West. We are told...that bathing in the water of the ocean is curative, therapeutic and excellent for the skin's-
Ryutaro:
No, that's not what I meant. I was referring to the fact that Miss Brett had, to all intents and purposes, been found guilty of murder. Why would a known criminal have been relaxing by the sea?
Auchi:
......... For old times' sake, I believe.
Ryutaro:
Sorry?
Auchi:
Miss Brett was to depart for Shanghai the following day. Her 'final wish', as it were, was to enjoy a day at our country's wonderful coast. And the British embassy put extreme pressure on our government to comply.
Ryutaro:
But, but on what grounds would we agree to such a request?
Mikotoba:
Because, as usual, our government is unable to stand up to foreign powers. In matters of diplomacy, it seems we don't even have the courage to decline the whims of a known criminal.
Auchi:
D-Don't look at me, Professor! It was the government who granted permission, not I! In any case, it was decided that with a dedicated detective on duty, nothing could go wrong.
Ryutaro:
...But in fact...a murder took place.
Auchi:
I, I said don't look at me! It was that young student girl who did it, not I!
Ryutaro:
No one has proved that yet!
Mikotoba:
...I wouldn't provoke the man if you don't need to.
Leads to:
"I believe we all have a clear picture of the incident now."
Being alone together (before clearing all other options)
Ryutaro:
Um, Membami-san...
Rei:
Yes, what is it, Susa- I, I mean, um... Naruhodo-san!
Ryutaro:
(I'm really starting to wish we'd made my alias Ryutaro Susato...) Please tell the court why exactly you were present at the bathing spot with the victim in the first place. And why you were alone with her.
Rei:
Oh! Well! No! That's not true! It wasn't like that at all! There were other people present. A detective who was guarding Miss Brett for starters! I was just asked to accompany Miss Brett as a companion, that's all.
Auchi:
But let us be clear! At the moment of her death, you were alone together with the victim in the hut. You and no one else!
Ryutaro:
...!
Auchi:
The truth is, there is only one reason why this young woman accompanied Miss Brett on her bathing sojourn: It was the accused's last chance to take the victim's life!
Rei:
No!
Auchi:
Because, as we know... ...the following day would see Miss Brett extradited to the British authorities in Shanghai. And the accused would never have an opportunity to dispatch her again.
Ryutaro:
Kindly refrain from conjecture, Counsel!
Auchi:
...Tsh huh huh...
Mikotoba:
...The prosecution counsel seems to enjoy using provocative tricks like that. But for now at least, we need to assemble more facts... Try not to let him goad you.
Susato:
(Oh dear... This is really terrifying. But Father's right. We need more information.)
Leads back to:
"As a lawyer, I really ought to pick up the prosecution counsel on what he said about..."
Being alone together (after clearing all other options)
Ryutaro:
Um, Membami-san...
Rei:
Yes, what is it, Susa- I, I mean, um... Naruhodo-san!
Ryutaro:
(I'm really starting to wish we'd made my alias Ryutaro Susato...) Please tell the court why exactly you were present at the bathing spot with the victim in the first place. And why you were alone with her.
Rei:
Oh! Well! No! That's not true! It wasn't like that at all! There were other people present. A detective who was guarding Miss Brett for starters! I was just asked to accompany Miss Brett as a companion, that's all.
Auchi:
But let us be clear! At the moment of her death, you were alone together with the victim in the hut. You and no one else!
Ryutaro:
...!
Auchi:
The truth is, there is only one reason why this young woman accompanied Miss Brett on her bathing sojourn: It was the accused's last chance to take the victim's life!
Rei:
No!
Auchi:
Because, as we know... ...the following day would see Miss Brett extradited to the British authorities in Shanghai. And the accused would never have an opportunity to dispatch her again.
Ryutaro:
Kindly refrain from conjecture, Counsel!
Auchi:
...Tsh huh huh...
Leads to:
"I believe we all have a clear picture of the incident now."
A powerful motive (before clearing all other options)
Ryutaro:
You're clearly exaggerating! 'Powerful motive' is a blatant overstatement!
Auchi:
Tut tut tut. Is the yokel boy using long words he doesn't fully understand?
Ryutaro:
I beg your pardon?
Auchi:
...No matter. Let us put this to the accused, shall we? Membami-san, you are a research assistant at the Imperial Yumei University, I believe?
Rei:
Yes! I am! I'm working with Professor Mikotoba in his laboratory at the moment!
Mikotoba:
I can confirm that. The defendant is an excellent assistant with a strong sense of responsibility.
Auchi:
Fascinating to hear. Now, another question... Prior to your work with Professor Mikotoba...whose research were you assisting then?
Rei:
Oh! Um...well...erm... I was studying under Dr John H. Wilson.
Judge:
Dr...Dr Wilson?! The visiting English professor who was murdered by Miss Brett nine months ago?
Auchi:
The accused had a deep-seated respect for her former mentor, Dr Wilson. ...Is that not true?
Rei:
...Yes. Dr Wilson was a wonderful man.
Auchi:
Interesting. Then tell the court what deep-seated feelings you had towards the Englishwoman who killed him.
Rei:
Well, obviously I was filled with hatred for what she'd done! A powerful hatred!
Ryutaro:
Oh no! Rei! Be careful of what you're saying!
Rei:
Ah.
Auchi:
The motive...was revenge. ...Plain and simple, Your Excellency.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Mikotoba:
Well, it was clearly a trap all along.
Ryutaro:
How wicked of him to use Rei's undying respect for her former mentor against her like that. (I must find out more details, and something we can use to bolster our defence...)
Leads back to:
"As a lawyer, I really ought to pick up the prosecution counsel on what he said about..."
A powerful motive (after clearing all other options)
Ryutaro:
You're clearly exaggerating! 'Powerful motive' is a blatant overstatement!
Auchi:
Tut tut tut. Is the yokel boy using long words he doesn't fully understand?
Ryutaro:
I beg your pardon?
Auchi:
...No matter. Let us put this to the accused, shall we? Membami-san, you are a research assistant at the Imperial Yumei University, I believe?
Rei:
Yes! I am! I'm working with Professor Mikotoba in his laboratory at the moment!
Mikotoba:
I can confirm that. The defendant is an excellent assistant with a strong sense of responsibility.
Auchi:
Fascinating to hear. Now, another question... Prior to your work with Professor Mikotoba...whose research were you assisting then?
Rei:
Oh! Um...well...erm... I was studying under Dr John H. Wilson.
Judge:
Dr...Dr Wilson?! The visiting English professor who was murdered by Miss Brett nine months ago?
Auchi:
The accused had a deep-seated respect for her former mentor, Dr Wilson. ...Is that not true?
Rei:
...Yes. Dr Wilson was a wonderful man.
Auchi:
Interesting. Then tell the court what deep-seated feelings you had towards the Englishwoman who killed him.
Rei:
Well, obviously I was filled with hatred for what she'd done! A powerful hatred!
Ryutaro:
Oh no! Rei! Be careful of what you're saying!
Rei:
Ah.
Auchi:
The motive...was revenge. ...Plain and simple, Your Excellency.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Leads to:
"I believe we all have a clear picture of the incident now."
Judge:
I believe we all have a clear picture of the incident now.
Mikotoba:
Despite her guilt being determined nine months ago... ...Miss Brett managed to avoid incarceration, instead continuing her research work at the university. Obviously, over that period, she and Rei would have encountered each other on a number of occasions.
Ryutaro:
Seeing the murderer of the mentor for whom she had such great respect enjoying such undeserved liberty...
Mikotoba:
Yes, even if it was only temporary until Miss Brett's extradition to Shanghai... ...you can hardly blame Rei for her feelings of anger and resentment.
Ryutaro:
(Poor Rei...)
Auchi:
So, Your Excellency...if you'd be so kind as to peruse this exhibit. A photographic print that shows the scene of the crime immediately following the grim incident.
Judge:
Yes, thank you, Counsel. A tragic image.
Auchi:
As you can clearly see, there is nowhere within the hut that anyone else could have hidden.
Judge:
The court will accept this photographic print as evidence.
The photograph of the crime scene has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
As I understand it then, the victim and the defendant were alone inside the beach hut at the time. This is deeply troubling, I must say. The finger of guilt points firmly at the defendant.
Auchi:
Well, Your Excellency...naturally the prosecution has much more to its case.
Ryutaro:
...!
Auchi:
We intend to prove the accused's appalling actions beyond all possible contention. To that end, I can confirm that we have multiple witnesses to the crime, and damning evidence.
Ryutaro:
W-Witnesses? But, but who...?
Rei:
.........
Auchi:
One of whom, I might add, is a highly respected police detective. I assure you...the testimony of these witnesses will leave no room for doubt!
Ryutaro:
Ugh!
Judge:
Very well then, Counsel. Bring forth your witnesses.
Auchi:
......... I, Taketsuchi Auchi, have been waiting for this moment.
Ryutaro:
Sorry?
Auchi:
Oh yes, I haven't forgotten. That trial nine months ago, here in this very courthouse... ...when that irreverent little student boy...utterly humiliated me!
Auchi:
ARRRRRRGH! Ryunosuke Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Wha- Yes?
Auchi:
This insult to the Auchi family name... will NEVER be forgotten!
Kazuma:
You've become conceited with age, Counsel. But the old have to stand aside and make way for the new. It's the way of the world. ...May you never forget that!
Auchi:
'Strike the head of a samurai whose topknot has been cut, and the bell of cultural enlightenment tolls.' Yes, on that fateful day...my former self died.
Ryutaro:
The start of your own mini Meiji Revolution! Are you modernising as well, Counsel?
Auchi:
Silence! Since I swore revenge back then, there has been a minor miracle atop my head. Observe, the Auchi growth! You see? You see this seed of hope sprouting forth from the barren expanse of my crown?
Ryutaro:
(I, I think that tiny growth is trying to tell me something!)
Rei:
Um... ...I'm afraid I can't really see. Where, where is the hope exactly?
Auchi:
I said silence! Today, I face another yokel student of the Naruhodo clan. Well...I will vanquish you! And my victory will be fertiliser for the seed of hope atop my head! ...You have been warned. With that...the prosecution calls the witnesses to the stand!
Mikotoba:
...It looks like the stakes are high on both sides in this trial. The prosecution and defence each has much to lose.
Ryutaro:
A haircut is hardly comparable to Rei's life!
Auchi:
Witnesses, please state your names and occupations for the court.
Hosonaga:
Chief Inspector Satoru Hosonaga, Imperial Police Bureau. I'm in disguise, obviously, so I can go undetected.
Soseki:
And I am... Well, the next big thing in books. An author renowned throughout the capital, in fact. Yes... Soon to be sold out! The satirical 'I Am a Cat'! A sensational success! By Soseki Natsume!
Ryutaro:
Oh my goodness!
Soseki:
Struggling student from the provinces, please... You needn't be in awe of me.
Ryutaro:
I needn't?
Soseki:
It's only natural that you'd feel nervous in my presence. But all of you, please, relax. Call me Soseki, even.
Ryutaro:
Um...yes... (What on earth is Soseki-san doing here?)
Mikotoba:
Tread carefully, Susato. That author fellow knows you from your time in London, doesn't he? If he exposes you for who you really are, this will be over before it's begun.
Ryutaro:
Yes... Yes, of course. I know. (I presume Soseki-san won't have forgotten about me. I could certainly never forget him. Although he does seem to have changed somewhat in the six months or so that it's been since I last saw him. And as for Inspector Hosonaga... That amazing outfit is... hard to believe.)
Hosonaga:
...Do I have something on my face?
Ryutaro:
(Well, your glasses for one. Although they don't seem to be helping you see... Thank goodness he hasn't recognised me either.)
Hosonaga:
Ah, I suppose it's this disguise, is it? I thought that appearing here in the clothes I was wearing at the time would make for a more faithful testimony. It is my guiding principle to carry out all testimonies flawlessly.
Judge:
Hm, well, I can appreciate why an Imperial Police Bureau detective might have been present... ...but what business did a writer such as yourself have being at the scene, Soseki-san?
Soseki:
Ah, well, you see... ...I had been asked that day to give a lecture. On the morning of the incident...in the Imperial Yumei University's Grand Lecture Hall no less.
Ryutaro:
At...Yumei University?
Soseki:
After the lecture, I had a very pleasant conversation with a researcher from the medical science department. The professor over there, in fact.
Ryutaro:
With my fath- With Professor Mikotoba?!
Mikotoba:
Yes, that's right. It was arranged by one of the newspapers. They wanted some story or other about two former students who'd studied in Great Britain.
Soseki:
Of course, being a renowned author, the press never leave me alone. They secretly spy! Snap shots! Scribble stories! And scupper my privacy!
Ryutaro:
Haah...
Soseki:
As you can see, the conversation was written up in this newspaper here. Read it at your leisure, my provincial, struggling student friend. I have plenty of copies.
Ryutaro:
Thank you very much! (He practically threw that paper at me.)
The Soseki Natsume article has been entered into the Court Record.
Soseki:
Anyway, following my interview with the professor... ...the lady in question appeared and made a very unexpected announcement. 'I should like to go with everyone to see your country's coast!' Those were her words.
Mikotoba:
As I explained before, Miss Brett was never taken into custody. She continued to work in my laboratory, under strict surveillance, of course.
Auchi:
At which utterance, the university immediately contacted the government to seek guidance. And the response was, 'Permit Miss Brett to go as long as a detective accompanies her.'
Hosonaga:
That detective, I am at liberty to divulge, was me, Chief Inspector Satoru Hosonaga.
Auchi:
Thereby the entire party departed cordially for the seaside, it seems.
Hosonaga:
It was extremely challenging to clear all other members of the public from the vicinity of the beach. But fortunately, I am at peak physical fitness at the moment, so... ...I was able to carry out my duty flawlessly.
Ryutaro:
Oh my! Inspector, you... Well, you do have something on your face now.
Hosonaga:
Ah, how unsightly. I do apologise.
Ryutaro:
Does that mean that you went to the beach too, Father?
Mikotoba:
No no. Fortunately, I had work to finish off. But unfortunately, of course... ...it meant that, as my assistant, Rei was invited to take my place.
Soseki:
Of course, being a renowned author, I didn't like to decline the invitation. AGH, BUT IF ONLY I HAD! I'D NEVER HAVE SEEN THAT AWFUL SIGHT!
Relentlessly Racked by Remorse and Regret!
Judge:
Very well. I must now ask you to present your formal testimony to the court. You will give an account of all that you witnessed on your impromptu excursion to the coast.
Hosonaga:
Of course, Your Excellency...
Soseki:
...Relentlessly racked by remorse and regret, I am...
Witness Testimony
- The Witnessed Scene -
Hosonaga:
On the day of the incident, I was ordered on a special surveillance assignment in this disguise.
Soseki:
I'd just managed to catch that crab when I suddenly heard a caterwaul from behind me.
Hosonaga:
I ran into the beach hut at once, where I found the pair in question.
Soseki:
YES YES YES! That young girl was astride the Englishwoman, dagger in hand, as she stabbed wildly!
Hosonaga:
I saw blood on the blade. It proved to me that she'd stabbed the victim multiple times.
Judge:
Indeed... It does appear from this testimony that both witnesses here present saw it. The very moment...of this heinous crime!
Ryutaro:
What?!
Auchi:
Now...if you will recall, I promised evidence as well. What phrase did I use again? ...Ah yes, that was it: 'damning' evidence.
Judge:
Hm, what have you there, Counsel? A so-called 'fountain pen', is it?
Hosonaga:
Correct, Your Excellency. I found it at the scene whilst examining the body. It appears that in her dying moments, with her final ounce of strength... ...the victim clutched a piece of evidence that would positively identify her killer.
Ryutaro:
What?!
Auchi:
Your Excellency, if you would cast your eyes over the photographic print of the crime scene once more...
Judge:
......... Ah! Goodness me! Yes, the victim is clearly grasping something quite deliberately there in her hand!
Hosonaga:
That's right. The fountain pen. And if you would kindly examine the pen, Your Excellency...
Judge:
......... Ah! The owner's initials have been engraved into the ebonite barrel! 'R.M.'... Rei Membami... The initials of the defendant!
Ryutaro:
Ah... NOOOOOO!
Judge:
This fountain pen will be admitted immediately as critical evidence!
The fountain pen has been entered into the Court Record.
Auchi:
So...have I omitted anything? Decisive testimony and damning evidence... There's a bright blue sky outside the courthouse today. Perfect weather to ascribe guilt, I feel.
Ryutaro:
(I, I don't understand. The Prosecutor Auchi of nine months ago... ...had none of this man's poise!)
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence...you may begin your cross-examination now.
Ryutaro:
.........
Judge:
Naruhodo-san!
Ryutaro:
Naruhodo... That...means... Oh! Yes! Me!
Judge:
Is there another Naruhodo in my courtroom?
Ryutaro:
(Actually, there isn't even a single Naruhodo in your courtroom...)
Mikotoba:
Cousin Ryutaro...pull yourself together, please.
Ryutaro:
(Alright, I've seen this countless times as a judicial assistant. Find inconsistencies in the witnesses' testimonies to prove that they're lying somehow. That's all there is to it. That's how a real lawyer would handle a cross-examination. So let's see what I can do!)
Cross-Examination
- The Witnessed Scene -
Hosonaga:
On the day of the incident, I was ordered on a special surveillance assignment in this disguise.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
In that...jaunty disguise?
Hosonaga:
Correct. ......... Wait! No! I mean, it wasn't the first time I've worn this swimsuit for a dip in the ocean. It's tried and tested. 'Do what must be done to keep the Englishwoman under surveillance.' Those were my orders that day.
Ryutaro:
And this tried and tested outfit was the answer?
Hosonaga:
Being able to blend flawlessly into a crowd is an important part of a detective's job. I submerged myself in the salty water leaving only Mr Turtle floating inconspicuously on the surface. Mr Turtle loves the water.
Ryutaro:
......... But there was no need for you to blend into the background on this assignment really, was there?
Mikotoba:
If that made you late arriving on the scene, I think perhaps you had your priorities wrong.
Hosonaga:
......... Ahem. ...Ahem.
Ryutaro:
(Perhaps I shouldn't pursue this line of questioning any further at the moment...)
Soseki:
I'd just managed to catch that crab when I suddenly heard a caterwaul from behind me.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Ah, you're describing the victim's scream, presumably, Soseki-san?
Soseki:
In more literary terms, you might say it was a scream that could have pierced the heavens. 'KYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!' ...Or the like. Of course, that's just a metaphor. We renowned authors are wont to describing things so.
Ryutaro:
(Soseki-san wasn't at all like this in England...)
Soseki:
Anyway, I spun around at the noise and the beach hut immediately fell under my gaze.
Ryutaro:
Yes, the beach hut...
Hosonaga:
The area is popular with government ministers. Many have seaside retreats there for rest and recuperation. Locals are prohibited from entering the area, so it's always very quiet. The beach hut is a simple structure, erected as a place for people to change or take refuge from the sun.
Soseki:
Although, the Englishwoman commandeered the hut for herself... ...which meant that I was forced to change into my swimwear on the sand.
Ryutaro:
Ah. I imagine that was rather embarrassing for you.
Soseki:
Well anyway, I tossed the crab aside and headed for the beach hut at a run. Or, in more literary terms... I decrabbed and beetled off hut-wise!
Hosonaga:
I ran into the beach hut at once, where I found the pair in question.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Wait, by 'pair', you don't mean to say...? But how could that be?
Hosonaga:
No no, you misunderstand! Obviously, I mean the victim and the defendant, Rei Membami-san.
Ryutaro:
...Oh. It would have been helpful if you could have just said that from the outset.
Hosonaga:
...If you jump to conclusions, you have to expect to fall flat on your face sometimes.
Auchi:
Dear me, pinning your hopes on such an outside chance. Foolish. Very foolish.
Ryutaro:
(It really was an outside chance. I just wish I'd realised that before I said something silly.)
Auchi:
So, Inspector, why don't you tell the court how exactly you found the aforementioned pair in the hut.
Hosonaga:
Well, it was a sorry sight. A really grisly scene. I parted the noren curtain hanging in the doorway and stepped inside, only to see... ...the defendant leaning menacingly over the lifeless body of the victim sprawled on the sand! Ahem! Ahem, ahem, ahem! My glasses very nearly cracked at the ominous sight that met my eyes.
Auchi:
How thoroughly appalling.
Ryutaro:
Ugh... (He doesn't appear to be lying here...) Well, Soseki-san, can you confirm what Inspector Hosonaga is saying, I wonder?
Soseki:
Ah... You'd like a literary man's opinion?
Soseki:
YES YES YES! That young girl was astride the Englishwoman, dagger in hand, as she stabbed wildly!
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
'Stabbed wildly'? You actually saw her do it?
Soseki:
Oh, indeed. The terrible spectre! The terrapin inspector! The bloody torrent! The author's torment!
Ryutaro:
EEEEEEEEEEEK!!!
Soseki:
Every sight and every sound is still carved in my melancholy memory! That was my impression, at least...as a future literary sensation.
Auchi:
Counsel! What on earth was that shrill, effeminate scream?
Ryutaro:
Oh! N-No! ...Ahem! No. What are you insinuating? I'm as manly a Japanese man as you!
Mikotoba:
I wonder if I might interject here, Soseki-san. Something you said is troubling me. 'That was my impression' were your words just now, I believe.
Soseki:
.........
Ryutaro:
Ah! So...do you mean to say... ...you're not confident that you really did see what you've described?
Soseki:
......... NO! I mean, YES! I mean, I KNOW WHAT I SAW! My ears didn't deceive me when I heard that scream. Hence my eyes didn't deceive me, either! I could describe everything I saw vividly! I could publish it all in tomorrow's newspaper serial!
Auchi:
It sounds as though the next instalment of 'I Am a Cat' may take a macabre turn.
Mikotoba:
I think this is a fool's errand. The more we press your author friend on what he saw, the more entrenched he's going to become.
Ryutaro:
Oh dear... How awkward.
Hosonaga:
I saw blood on the blade. It proved to me that she'd stabbed the victim multiple times.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
She was stabbed multiple times...? How can you be sure of that?
Hosonaga:
Very simply. From the blood on the blade.
Ryutaro:
The...blood?
Hosonaga:
When I entered the hut, I saw the defendant holding the blade raised up in the air.
Soseki:
YES! YES! That's right! I saw it too!
Ryutaro:
Oh...
Hosonaga:
And I noted that there was blood on the blade already at that point. In other words, the victim had already been stabbed at least once by the time I arrived on the scene.
Soseki:
YES! YES! That's right! I saw it too!
Hosonaga:
And the victim was already holding the defendant's fountain pen in her hand, too. All of which means I can be sure...the victim did not die instantly.
Soseki:
YES! YES! Right! Saw it too!
Ryutaro:
(Maybe a year in London was too much for him. He sounds like he's forgotten how to speak Japanese.)
Mikotoba:
The logic of your argument is sound at least.
Hosonaga:
Well, as I said, it is my guiding principle to carry out all testimonies flawlessly.
Ryutaro:
Perhaps it should have been your guiding principle to protect the victim flawlessly? That's just my personal opinion, of course.
Hosonaga:
......... Ahem! Ahem! Ahem, ahem!
Judge:
Counsel! You will refrain from mocking the witness!
Present Post-Mortem Report
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Leads to:
"........."
Ryutaro:
(Oh no... I just have so many thoughts whirling around in my head... It's all I can do to stand here, wide-eyed and mute...)
Mikotoba:
Goodness, my dear. You really must try to calm down.
Ryutaro:
But how am I supposed to find an inconsistency in what these two gentlemen are saying? I don't see why either of them would have any reason to lie.
Mikotoba:
What you must remember, I think, is that witnesses may inadvertently lie at times. For various reasons: a misunderstanding, a mistaken observation, a delusion, even...
Ryutaro:
Ah...a delusion...
Mikotoba:
What's important is that we determine the truth. And there's only one sure way to do that.
Ryutaro:
Yes...with evidence, of course.
Mikotoba:
Spoken like a true judicial assistant. During witness testimony, you can use [R / R1 / E] to pick a piece of evidence to 'Present' for consideration. So you need to listen carefully to each statement, and compare what's said to the details in the Court Record. If you find some conflicting information, that may be the inconsistency you're looking for.
Ryutaro:
(Yes, it's all about inconsistencies...)
Mikotoba:
Once you've identified a witness's statement that appears to conflict with a piece of evidence... Present the evidence to the witness with [X / △ / R], and the way ahead will present itself to you, I'm sure.
Ryutaro:
Yes! (Alright, then... I'll consider the details of all the evidence in the Court Record against each statement to find an inconsistency. I hope I'm up to the task...)
Mikotoba:
Don't forget that you can have the witnesses repeat their statements as many times as you like. Everyone has to start at the beginning, remember. So those wide eyes are quite forgivable. And besides...there's no one else to defend the poor girl.
Ryutaro:
You're right! (I need to listen to the testimony again from the start.)
Ryutaro:
......... (With that accusatory cry that just welled up from deep inside me, I think I finally understand... Every time Kazuma-sama and Naruhodo-san have stood here at this bench... ...the stakes have been very, very high, indeed!)
Auchi:
Wh-What's the meaning of that menacing pose, Counsel?
Ryutaro:
I'd like the witness to clarify something for me.
Soseki:
Who? What? Where? When? Hooooooooooow?!
Ryutaro:
Not you, Soseki-san. This query is directed at Inspector Hosonaga.
Hosonaga:
...! At me?
Ryutaro:
In your statement just now... ...you said that the victim was stabbed multiple times.
Hosonaga:
Yes, that's right. As I said, when I entered the hut... ...the defendant was already standing over the victim, bloody knife in hand, like a murderous demon.
Ryutaro:
And yet...that cannot be.
Hosonaga:
What?
Judge:
Get to the point please, Counsel.
Ryutaro:
In the post-mortem report, it clearly states... ...that the victim was stabbed one time only.
Judge:
Ah!
Auchi:
Nnnf!
Ryutaro:
In other words...Inspector Hosonaga's testimony... ...is clearly flawed!
Hosonaga:
Agh!
Ryutaro:
And Soseki-san!
Soseki:
M-M-Me?!
Ryutaro:
You claim to have seen Membami-san in the throes of stabbing the victim.
Soseki:
Y-Yes... Yes, I did... WILDLY!
Ryutaro:
But both you and the inspector confirmed the same point: That there was already blood on the knife that you saw the defendant holding.
Hosonaga:
Yes... And...?
Ryutaro:
It's quite simple. We know the murder weapon was used to stab the victim only once. Therefore... ...there is no way there could have been blood on the knife if that single stabbing hadn't already occurred.
Soseki:
ARGH! TRUE!
Judge:
Then what exactly is your contention, Counsel? Are you ever going to tell us?
Ryutaro:
Yes, Your Excellency. There's only one logical conclusion. What Soseki-san in fact saw was not the moment that the defendant stabbed the victim at all... ...but the moment that the defendant in fact...withdrew the blade from the victim's body!
Soseki:
That, that can't... ...BEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Mikotoba:
Excellent work, Susato! You exploded at them with that objection, and then proceeded to pull them apart systematically.
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Tsh huh huh... Well well, this takes me back.
Ryutaro:
...!
Auchi:
Yes, I seem to remember your cousin staged a scene much like this in that trial nine months ago. A half-witted child with a half-baked objection attempting to steal the show.
Mikotoba:
You're right. There were certain similarities. Except that so-called 'half-witted child' managed to outwit the prosecution...who has only half a head of hair.
Auchi:
Slander! My head is quite adequately dressed! In any case, all this talk of stabbing and withdrawing and multiple wounds... ...it makes not a jot of difference!
Ryutaro:
What? Why not?
Auchi:
Engage your brain, young man! When the accused first plunged the deadly weapon into the victim, that was the fatal blow. And it was that moment, just as she had withdrawn the blade ready for her next strike, that the witnesses saw. The knife was already tainted with blood, because the accused had already stabbed the victim!
Ryutaro:
Ah!
Auchi:
All you have successfully shown with your little display... ...is that the moustached author is prone to moments of extravagance!
Ryutaro:
AAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
I am in agreement with the prosecution. If the defendant was seen wielding the blade at all... ...that is sufficient grounds for her actions to be viewed with suspicion.
Ryutaro:
But, but if she was withdrawing the blade...
Auchi:
...Then we are back where we started!
Ryutaro:
Sorry?
Auchi:
Consider this, young yokel boy... If the student girl is innocent as you claim... ...then why would she have pulled the blade from the victim? And with a demon's cold-blooded composure, too. The prosecution demands an explanation! ...And it had better be good.
Ryutaro:
Why did Rei pull out the knife...?
Mikotoba:
Ah, yes... Going for the jugular.
Ryutaro:
Hm? (What does Father mean by that?)
Judge:
Let the court hear your answer then, Counsel.
Ryutaro:
(The truth is, I don't really know. But I have to come up with a plausible reason here, or we don't have a case.) The reason why the defendant pulled the knife blade out of the victim's body was surely so she could...
Stab her again
Ryutaro:
Hm, well, this is only one possible answer, but... ...could it have been so she could stab the victim again?
Judge:
Pardon?
Ryutaro:
Isn't there a saying? If someone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to him the left also.
Mikotoba:
Susa- Ryutaro! What are you saying?! Or rather, what are you doing? Do you realise what a hole you're digging?
Ryutaro:
Ah! AAAAAAGH! (It must be the pressure of being here. I'm starting to say things I don't mean...)
Auchi:
Quite a slap in the face for the woman you represent. You yokels and your heavy-handed ways!
Ryutaro:
N-No, I didn't... That, that was just an example! A mere musing! I didn't mean that's what happened!
Judge:
I suggest you take a moment to consider your answer next time. ...Before you speak, Counsel.
Ryutaro:
Ugh... Yes, Your Excellency... Thank you for allowing me another chance.
Leads back to:
"The reason why the defendant pulled the knife out of the victim's body was surely so she could..."
Save her life
Leads to:
"According to the post-mortem report, the victim's death was not instant."
Hide the knife
Ryutaro:
I think...it was possibly so that she could hide the murder weapon.
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
And yet the murder weapon was left there, thrust into the sand at the scene.
Ryutaro:
......... Having pulled the knife from the victim, she couldn't find a place to hide it, so that was her only option, perhaps?
Judge:
......... I think, Counsel... ...that you were ill-advised with your answer initially. And you were further ill-advised to pursue it.
Ryutaro:
Oh dear! I'm terribly sorry! (...This job is not to be taken lightly. There's just so much pressure.)
Mikotoba:
Just because you're under pressure doesn't mean you can say the first thing that comes into your head.
Ryutaro:
I'd, I'd like to revise my answer, Your Excellency!
Leads back to:
"The reason why the defendant pulled the knife out of the victim's body was surely so she could..."
Ryutaro:
According to the post-mortem report, the victim's death was not instant.
Hosonaga:
That's correct. It's thought she would have remained conscious for a short while after sustaining the injury.
Auchi:
Indeed, giving her the time to take hold of this piece of evidence that clearly indicates her killer.
Ryutaro:
The, the point is... ...being a medical research assistant, Membami-san was compelled to act when faced with the wounded victim. Instinctively, she pulled the blade out in an attempt to save Miss Brett's life!
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
Mikotoba:
.........
Auchi:
Tsh huh huh! Did you hear that, Your Excellency? It would seem this is the best we can expect of this young yokel.
Judge:
Hmmm... Indeed.
Ryutaro:
(Ugh... Is it just me, or does it suddenly feel much colder in here?)
Hosonaga:
...Your Excellency, if I may?
Judge:
Speak, witness.
Hosonaga:
I would like another opportunity to testify. In respect to the slipshod assertion just put forward by the yokel defence counsel, I mean.
Ryutaro:
S-Slipshod?
Auchi:
Tsh...huh...huh... An excellent idea, Inspector. Our young yokel hopeful has a modicum of knowledge when it comes to the law, it seems... ...but in matters of medicine, he appears to possess not one iota of common sense!
Judge:
Very well, Inspector. I will permit your request. You will testify again before the court. On the subject of the defence counsel's assertion.
Hosonaga:
Yes, sir. I will do so flawlessly.
Witness Testimony
- Forensic Medicine Primer -
Hosonaga:
Pulling a blade from a wound without thinking could cause heavy bleeding.
That's basic knowledge that any medical research assistant with an ounce of sense ought to know.
In other words, there's no good reason why the defendant would have tried to pull the knife from the victim.
Let's not forget that the young student did have a motive for killing the victim.
The man the victim murdered nine months ago, Dr Wilson, was the defendant's highly respected mentor.
Ryutaro:
Is, is what you just said true, Inspector? Could pulling a knife from a wound really cause the wound to bleed heavily?
Hosonaga:
Yes. Think of the weapon itself as a stopper in the wound that prevents excessive blood loss. Until a doctor is ready to provide proper treatment, that stopper shouldn't be removed.
Ryutaro:
Oh, I... I see...
Auchi:
Hah! This is why yokels should stay on the farm. Even a quack from some obscure mountain village would have such basic knowledge. Anyone who's ever given someone a little poke with a knife and pulled it out again knows it!
Ryutaro:
Oh...well...I've never stabbed anyone, you see. Or pulled a blade out of a wound, so...
Mikotoba:
Of course you haven't. I didn't bring you up to behave like a bandit.
Ryutaro:
Father, is it true, what they're telling me?
Mikotoba:
Yes, it's basic remedial knowledge for medics. Rei would have been well aware of it. If she were to claim ignorance of such fundamentals, that would prove fatal in many ways.
Ryutaro:
But then...why would Rei have done it? Could she have pulled out that knife in full knowledge that it would be fatal for Miss Brett?
Mikotoba:
...I don't know.
Ryutaro:
(Rei never once mentioned anything about the knife to me. It seems almost impossible to believe, but... ...could my friend actually have...?)
Mikotoba:
Susato!
Ryutaro:
Y-Yes?
Mikotoba:
Pull yourself together! We mustn't lose sight of why we're here.
Ryutaro:
(Ah!)
Judge:
Counsel, it's time for your cross-examination.
Ryutaro:
Oh...yes, Your Excellency!
Judge:
However... ...I must warn you that if your cross-examination fails to identify any issue with the established facts... ...I will be moving to my adjudication immediately afterwards.
Ryutaro:
...I understand. (Believing in your clients and fighting for their cause until the bitter end... I knew it would be hard, but...I had no idea it would be this hard!)
Cross-Examination
- Forensic Medicine Primer -
Hosonaga:
Pulling a blade from a wound without thinking could cause heavy bleeding.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
You say doing it without thinking could be a problem... Does that mean that if you used due care and attention it would be alright?
Hosonaga:
I wouldn't have thought this needed spelling out, really, but... ...the blade is like a stopper in the wound. Remove it, and a serious haemorrhage will occur. In other words, a medic would need to be present before any attempt was made to withdraw the blade. Doing it without thinking would be madness. You just can't do it.
Ryutaro:
Oh! Well...thank you for such a thorough explanation.
Auchi:
You see, Counsel? When you act without thinking, the result is a bloodbath.
Ryutaro:
Ugh...
Judge:
Back to the witness testimony, please.
Hosonaga:
That's basic knowledge that any medical research assistant with an ounce of sense ought to know.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
In that case, there's an obvious explanation here.
Hosonaga:
...Which is?
Ryutaro:
Clearly...the defendant, Rei Membami-san, does not possess an ounce of sense!
Hosonaga:
......... What do you think about that, Professor Mikotoba?
Mikotoba:
I'm not sure that you should be labelling your best friend as lacking in common sense.
Ryutaro:
Well, I thought it would be better than labelling her as a murderer.
Auchi:
I don't know, young people today... If that's friendship, I don't understand it.
Judge:
Careful, Counsel. A lack of common sense can be a very dangerous thing.
Ryutaro:
(Oh dear... That recoiled on me rather badly.)
Mikotoba:
That's life, I'm afraid. A lesson everyone must learn.
Hosonaga:
Hopefully you can see now that this is really basic medical knowledge. Being involved in medical research, Membami-san would certainly have been aware of it.
Hosonaga:
In other words, there's no good reason why the defendant would have tried to pull the knife from the victim.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
But the defendant had suddenly encountered somebody she knew lying on the ground, bleeding to death. The sight could have shocked her delicate sensibilities, causing her to remove the blade inadvertently.
Hosonaga:
I really don't think 'inadvertent' actions can explain this. The woman is a medical research assistant. I can't imagine she would behave so irrationally.
Ryutaro:
Oh, but irrational behaviour is a woman's prerogative, isn't it?
Hosonaga:
Oh dear...you have a lot to learn about women. Only a small-minded man could have such bigoted views.
Ryutaro:
(Oh dear...perhaps I'm letting my male persona take hold a little too much...)
Hosonaga:
Well...have I managed to convey the basics now? That should cover the medical side of the argument.
Present Poison Article
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Leads to:
"No. There is one possibility."
Hosonaga:
Let's not forget that the young student did have a motive for killing the victim.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Whatever the motive, it just isn't in Membami-san's nature to do something so awful!
Hosonaga:
But she had both motive and opportunity. That's very hard to argue against.
Ryutaro:
But you don't know the defendant!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
And you, Counsel, do not appear to know the law!
Ryutaro:
...!
Hosonaga:
Yes, evidence is the only way to convince the court of your argument. Not feelings.
Auchi:
With this...fledgling to defend her, I would almost say I pity the accused.
Ryutaro:
(So do I...)
Judge:
Inspector, you will reiterate your point about the defendant's motive, please.
Hosonaga:
Ah, yes. Miss Brett was in many ways the sworn enemy of Membami-san.
Hosonaga:
The man the victim murdered nine months ago, Dr Wilson, was the defendant's highly respected mentor.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Well...yes, that's true. Dr Wilson recognised Membami-san's talent and offered her the position of assistant despite her being a woman. She was extremely grateful to him.
Hosonaga:
Yes, the Englishman appears to have been a very broad-minded individual.
Mikotoba:
Dr Wilson had no time for outdated traditions. He met with opposition of course, but he believed firmly in Membami-san's abilities.
Hosonaga:
Clearly the defendant was in the man's debt. Which only serves to prove my point.
Ryutaro:
(This is hopeless! I can't find a single crack in this testimony anywhere! If Rei knew that withdrawing the knife from the wound would threaten Miss Brett's life further... ...I just can't think of any way to explain why she did it.)
Mikotoba:
Susato. It's at times like these when it's especially important to remember the fundamentals.
Ryutaro:
The fundamentals?
Mikotoba:
Evidence is what counts in the courtroom, isn't it?
Ryutaro:
Of course! But I've been through the Court Record dozens of times already!
Mikotoba:
I think perhaps you're forgetting something, though. You needn't take the evidence at face value. You can and must examine it in greater detail, too.
Ryutaro:
Ah!
Mikotoba:
I realise this is your first time playing the role of lawyer in the courtroom. So if you need reminding of the rudiments, you need only ask. I'll do my very best to help.
Ryutaro:
(Examine the evidence in the Court Record...? It's an idea, certainly. What should I do?)
Ask for a refresher
Ryutaro:
Yes, Father...Spartan guidance is what I need!
Mikotoba:
I, I think that might be overdoing it slightly, but... Very well. So, open the Court Record first of all with [R / R1 / E]. Now, let's take a look at the fountain pen which was submitted as evidence most recently. Simply press [A / X / space] to 'Examine' it further. That's all there is to it.
Ryutaro:
Yes, the initials 'R. M.'... There they are, clearly engraved on the barrel.
Mikotoba:
By using [right analog stick / arrow keys], you can look at a piece of evidence from all angles. You should have a good look at everything to make sure you haven't missed any clues.
Ryutaro:
Yes! I will! (I just need to rotate the pen with [right analog stick / arrow keys] and watch closely for anything out of the ordinary, then...)
Examine emblem on finial
Ryutaro:
There's some sort of emblem here, look. But...it isn't a Yumei University one!
Mikotoba:
It must belong to some other organisation, I suppose. A business of some kind... But that would seem to imply that the pen doesn't in fact belong to Rei.
The details of the fountain pen have been updated in the Court Record.
Examine emblem on finial (subsequent times)
Ryutaro:
There's some sort of emblem here, look. But...it isn't a Yumei University one!
Mikotoba:
It must belong to some other organisation, I suppose. A business of some kind... But that would seem to imply that the pen doesn't in fact belong to Rei.
I know what to do
Ryutaro:
(Come to think of it... ...Kazuma-sama and Naruhodo-san were always turning evidence over and over in their hands. Yes, I need to 'Examine' things in greater detail with [A / X / space]...)
Mikotoba:
Ah...by the look in your eyes, I see it's coming back to you. Go through the Court Record again and have a thorough look at everything. You may just find a clue.
Ryutaro:
Yes! I'll do it straight away!
Examine evidence
Soseki Natsume Article
Front page
Ryutaro:
'Raucous England Returnees Tell All'... This is the interview with you and Soseki-san, is it, Father? It looks as though it was quite an exchange.
Mikotoba:
Yes, he became a little over-animated when he was talking about his time in England. The photographer managed to capture the moment his hand karate-chopped me on the neck.
Ryutaro:
I do hope you weren't hurt.
Back page
Ryutaro:
(This is the newspaper from Soseki-san. There seems to be an important article on the back page as well...) 'Exclusive! Deadly Poison Stolen from Yumei Medical Research Laboratory!' From Yumei's Medical Research... Father, isn't that your lab?
Mikotoba:
What the...? Let me see that! The, the poison's been stolen?!
Ryutaro:
It's this morning's paper that Soseki-san gave us. Are you saying...you didn't know?
Mikotoba:
...As embarrassing as that is for the head of the laboratory, I didn't. I've not heard any such thing. Where on earth could the reporter have gleaned his information?
Ryutaro:
Come to think of it... ...there was no article mentioning this story in our paper this morning, was there?
Mikotoba:
It's a highly toxic poison we've been working on in the strictest confidence. I'd put Rei in charge of the project.
Ryutaro:
Rei! She was managing it?
Mikotoba:
If what's written here is true... ...it means that she tried to hide the theft from me. And moreover...the details were leaked somehow.
Ryutaro:
I, I don't believe it!
Mikotoba:
We need to read this article very carefully.
The article about the poison has been entered into the Court Record.
Back page (subsequent times)
Ryutaro:
'Exclusive! Deadly Poison Stolen from Yumei Medical Research Laboratory!' I can't believe you knew nothing about this, Father.
Mikotoba:
Nothing was reported to me. It seems an attempted cover-up was at play.
Ryutaro:
This is extraordinary...
Mikotoba:
What I'd really like to know is...how a reporter found out about it. Well, however it happened... ...I have to take full responsibility. There'll be serious consequences for sure.
Ryutaro:
Oh, Father...
Fountain Pen
Lid
Ryutaro:
If we take off the pen's lid...
Barrel
Ryutaro:
Now let's unscrew the barrel, shall we?
Inkwell
Ryutaro:
This must be the little reservoir that holds the ink.
Mikotoba:
Yes, you fill it by drawing ink from a bottle up through the nib. .........
Ryutaro:
Is something wrong, Father?
Mikotoba:
Just that there doesn't actually appear to be any ink in there, that's all.
Ryutaro:
Oh yes, you're right. It's pretty much empty. (Well, it could be on the verge of running out, I suppose...)
The details of the fountain pen have been updated in the Court Record.
Inkwell (subsequent times)
Ryutaro:
This must be the little reservoir that holds the ink.
Mikotoba:
Yes, you fill it by drawing ink from a bottle up through the nib. .........
Ryutaro:
Is something wrong, Father?
Mikotoba:
Just that there doesn't actually appear to be any ink in there, that's all.
Ryutaro:
Oh yes, you're right. It's pretty much empty. (Well, it could be on the verge of running out, I suppose...)
Emblem on finial (if not already examined yet)
Ryutaro:
There's some sort of emblem here, look. But...it isn't a Yumei University one!
Mikotoba:
It must belong to some other organisation, I suppose. A business of some kind... But that would seem to imply that the pen doesn't in fact belong to Rei.
The details of the fountain pen have been updated in the Court Record.
Emblem on finial (subsequent times)
Ryutaro:
Well, we know for certain that this emblem isn't that of Yumei University.
Mikotoba:
The police really ought to have spotted that.
Ryutaro:
They were obviously convinced of Rei's guilt from the outset.
Initials
Ryutaro:
The 'R. M.' initials are very clearly engraved here.
Mikotoba:
And the fact that Miss Brett was clinging to this pen in her dying moments is very clearly a message, too.
Ryutaro:
To identify her killer, you mean?
Mikotoba:
I don't think there can be any doubt that this is a key piece of evidence in this case.
Initials (subsequent times)
Ryutaro:
The 'R. M.' initials are very clearly engraved here.
Ryutaro:
No. There is one possibility. One very good reason why the defendant might have decided to withdraw the knife from the victim's wound!
Hosonaga:
What?!
Auchi:
Hah! The yokel not only has a poor grasp of the law, but is also a poor loser! Tell us, then! What 'possibility' do you think you've identified?
Ryutaro:
It's here...in this newspaper article. An article about a deadly poison having been stolen from a laboratory at the Imperial Yumei Uni-
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
The victim perished from a stab wound. Poison has no relevance in this case!
Ryutaro:
But...
Judge:
Prosecutor Auchi. You will let the defence speak.
Auchi:
But, but a newspaper article! The court cannot rely on the kind of hearsay those wretched publications carry.
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence... ...I am going to need some tangible basis for your claim. You will indicate to the court precisely what part of the newspaper article mentioned affirms your assertion.
Auchi:
Your Excellency!
Ryutaro:
Yes, of course. ...Thank you! (Rei would never have done something to further endanger Miss Brett's life without just cause.) The reason why the defendant pulled the knife from the victim's body is explained in the article where it says...
'Poison Stolen from Laboratory!'
Ryutaro:
The poison was apparently stolen from a medical research laboratory at Yumei University.
Judge:
Yes, it would seem so. Calling the department's security practices into question.
Auchi:
The very department of the professor standing so nonchalantly opposite me, I believe.
Mikotoba:
Agh! Susa- Ryutaro...
Ryutaro:
Oh! Yes, Father?
Mikotoba:
Was there some reason you felt it necessary to highlight the fact that the theft occurred in my department?
Ryutaro:
......... How can I explain it...? It was the first detail I cast my eye over...I suppose...
Mikotoba:
I suggest you read the article again. Carefully!
Ryutaro:
I'm so sorry! (Oh dear. Father's fuming...)
Leads back to:
"The reason why the defendant pulled the knife from the victim's body is explained in the article where it says..."
'Deadly in Tiny Quantities!'
Leads to:
"The article reveals the following property about the poison in question:"
'Why is the Poison Being Developed?'
Ryutaro:
According to the article, the development of the poison was requested by the military.
Judge:
Hmmm... Yes, a troubling revelation indeed.
Ryutaro:
Oh, it's very worrying...
Auchi:
And yet, even more worrying... ...is how this yokel is trying to manipulate the court with nothing more than rumours!
Ryutaro:
AAAAAAGH! (But I feel sure Rei had a good reason for her actions. And I feel sure the explanation is somewhere in this newspaper article!)
Mikotoba:
Try reading the article again.
Ryutaro:
Yes!
Leads back to:
"The reason why the defendant pulled the knife from the victim's body is explained in the article where it says..."
Ryutaro:
The article reveals the following property about the poison in question: When the toxin enters the body on a knife laced with the poison, it's rapidly absorbed and causes death in minutes.
Hosonaga:
Are, are you suggesting...?
Ryutaro:
If the knife used to attack Miss Brett was laced with this very poison... ...it would explain why the defendant, Membami-san, would have withdrawn the blade as soon as possible. ...Yes, the truth is... ...it was an attempt to stop the poison from entering the victim's body!
Hosonaga:
WHAT?!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
This is complete and utter nonsense!
Ryutaro:
Not at all! The defendant withdrew the knife blade from the victim's body not to accelerate the woman's demise... ...but to save her life! And the prosecution cannot deny the possibility!
Auchi:
Have you not read the post-mortem report? The cause of death was haemorrhage! The word 'poison' appears nowhere in the document!
Ryutaro:
Well, well that's... That's because by acting quickly to remove the blade, the defendant prevented the poison from taking hol-
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Oh please! This is clearly desperation! The weasel's last breaking of wind! Poison has nothing whatsoever to do with this case, as I believe the defence is well aware! We have no proof that the information in this wretched newspaper article is at all reliable anyway.
Hosonaga:
In that situation, what the student should have done is wait for medical assistance to arrive. But instead, you claim she suspected poisoning and took the potentially lethal decision to remove the blade. She must have had a strong reason for her suspicions then, or the argument makes no sense.
Auchi:
Exactly! Well put, Inspector! On what grounds did she do it, hm, yokel?
Ryutaro:
(Why DID Rei suspect the stolen poison was involved...?) If you want grounds... I'll give you grounds.
Hosonaga:
What?
Auchi:
You...you can't possibly...
Judge:
From your expression, Counsel, it would appear those are not empty words.
Ryutaro:
.........
Judge:
But naturally, as you stand in this courtroom as a lawyer, you must be aware... ...that words alone, empty or not, are of no value in our modern justice system. The court demands evidence.
Ryutaro:
Yes, Your Excellency. (I'm well aware of that. I've seen it many times...from my place at his side in the Old Bailey.)
Judge:
In that case, Counsel, you will present the proof to the court now. What evidence demonstrates a clear link between this case and the poison in the newspaper article?
Present Post-Mortem Report
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"I would ask the court to refer to the 'Notes' section of the post-mortem report, which reads:"
Present anything else
Ryutaro:
Judge:
...How exactly would you explain this piece of evidence's connection to the newspaper article?
Ryutaro:
In truth...I'm not really sure. But my father always taught me to ask my elders whenever I was in trouble. So I thought I should ask your opinion, Your Excellency.
Judge:
If it is advice you seek, Counsel, then I suggest that before indiscriminately thrusting evidence under my nose... ...why not thrust it under the nose of the professor at your side?
Ryutaro:
...I think he means you.
Mikotoba:
Good grief, thrusting that under MY nose isn't going to solve anything here! We must use our heads. The article in the paper had details of the toxin. Now, where have we seen similar details... Does nowhere come to mind?
Ryutaro:
Ah, you mean I ought to search through all the evidence looking for that?
Judge:
If I'm not mistaken, it appears the advice of your elders has given you an idea.
Ryutaro:
Yes! I'd like another chance to present evidence, if I may, Your Excellency.
Leads back to:
"In that case, Counsel, you will present the proof to the court now."
Ryutaro:
I would ask the court to refer to the 'Notes' section of the post-mortem report, which reads: 'Extreme miosis - pupil constriction - was observed in the victim.'
Hosonaga:
...Ah!
Ryutaro:
Clearly, being a yokel with no knowledge of forensic science, I have no idea, so please, do tell me... Presumably, the fact that this condition of the victim was noted in the post-mortem report... ...means that it's an unusual symptom of death?
Auchi:
...Tsk! Well...
Hosonaga:
Under normal circumstances, the pupils dilate when someone dies. If there was extreme constriction instead...that's most certainly unusual, yes.
Auchi:
What are you doing, you yokel detective?!
Ryutaro:
In the newspaper article, there's the following information about the stolen poison: 'Onset of symptoms occurs in minutes...ending with acute contraction of the pupils prior to death.'
Auchi:
What?!
Ryutaro:
If the defendant, upon seeing the victim stabbed in the back... ...happened to notice that the pupils of Miss Brett's eyes had constricted severely...
Mikotoba:
...Yes, as a medical research assistant, she would have suspected poison immediately. Without doubt.
Auchi:
Hnnn...grrr...
Ryutaro:
Prosecutor Auchi! I think you'll agree...this is very compelling evidence!
Auchi:
Tsk! You... You... Yokel student and yokel professoooooor!!!
Judge:
I believe the defence has expertly demonstrated a credible reason for the defendant's actions.
Auchi:
No...
Judge:
Yujin Mikotoba...
Mikotoba:
Yes, Your Excellency?
Judge:
I believe you are best placed here to confirm or deny the veracity of the defence counsel's argument. You will tell the court the truth about the details reported in this newspaper, please.
Mikotoba:
......... It pains me to have to admit it... ...but I'm afraid I don't know.
Judge:
You don't know?
Mikotoba:
The toxin was kept under lock and key in my laboratory, certainly. But I was unaware of any theft.
Judge:
Do you mean to tell the court that the reports of this theft are unfounded?
Mikotoba:
No, Your Excellency. Without returning to the laboratory to investigate myself, I couldn't say.
Auchi:
Hah! Listen to the bumbling academic! Unaware of the theft of secret state research from his own workplace until he reads of it in the newspaper!
Mikotoba:
...I take full responsibility for the incompetence of my supervision.
Ryutaro:
Father...
Auchi:
Tsk! A pitiful situation for a university professor. You should have more control over your students... rather than allowing them off on killing sprees!
Ryutaro:
That's, that's totally unfounded-
???:
Hold it!
Rei:
None of this is Professor Mikotoba's fault! It's all... It's all MY fault!
Ryutaro:
Rei...
Judge:
Membami-san! You stand accused here! Outbursts like this will not be tolerated!
Rei:
......... But...it was me. I was the one who noticed that the poison we were developing had been stolen that day.
Judge:
What?!
Ryutaro:
So you knew...
Rei:
I'd, I'd been placed in charge of overseeing the project. It was the day that the professor and Soseki-san were interviewed together for the newspaper. That's when I noticed that some of the poison was missing. Just a tiny amount, it was.
Mikotoba:
Why didn't you let me know immediately?
Rei:
......... I...I was scared. The whole project was supposed to be confidential, but some of the toxin had somehow been taken... So...I decided I'd try to get it back before anyone else found out. Because I had a very good idea who the thief was!
Ryutaro:
The thief... You, you don't mean...?
Rei:
Yes, of course. It was that dainty Englishwoman!
Judge:
Miss Jezaille Brett?
Rei:
That's why I decided to join the little group of people going to the seaside. Inside the beach hut, I confronted Miss Brett. But she just sat on a stool at the back of the hut, smiling sweetly at me as if she knew she was untouchable.
I know it was you who stole the poison!Well now... whatever do you mean?
Rei:
And then... ...she suddenly got to her feet... ...before falling to her knees in front of me and...then collapsing on the floor.
Ryutaro:
...!
Rei:
That's when I saw the knife in her back. I couldn't understand what had just happened. And then...a moment later, I was seized with fear. The pupils of her eyes had... They'd shrunk to tiny pinpoints.
Mikotoba:
I don't believe it...
Judge:
In other words, you realised that the victim was suffering the effects of the stolen poison.
Rei:
My mind started racing... I hadn't seen anything pass Miss Brett's lips whilst I'd been with her. Which left only one possible way for the poison to have entered her body.
Ryutaro:
On the blade of the knife in her back...
Judge:
And that train of thought was what spurred you to withdraw the blade.
Rei:
Yes. If the amount that had entered her bloodstream was small enough, she might still have a chance... That's what I hoped. Really... I... I'm so sorry for staying silent all this time!
Ryutaro:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
......... Your attempt to hide the truth of what happened is not something that can be overlooked. However, I have duly noted the courage with which you confessed in the end.
Rei:
...Thank you, Your Excellency!
Ryutaro:
(It's barely perceptible, but I do think... ...the balance has shifted a little here in this courtroom now.)
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Your Excellency, do not be deceived! The victim just collapsed before your eyes, you say? Well, Membami-san, if that is the case, perhaps you could explain how Miss Brett came to be stabbed?
Rei:
Well, um...
Auchi:
You have no answer because the simple truth...is that YOU stabbed the victim motivated by revenge!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
But you have no conclusive evidence to prove that assertion, do you?
Auchi:
......... Oh, I have evidence. And it is very much conclusive!
Ryutaro:
...! (What's the prosecution counsel up to...? It was brief, but he hesitated for a moment there, I'm almost sure of it...)
Judge:
You will produce the aforementioned evidence at once, Prosecutor Auchi.
Auchi:
......... Perhaps some praise is due, young yokel student.
Ryutaro:
What?
Auchi:
I had imagined there would be no need for me to submit this evidence. But you've brought this on yourself!
What the...?Could a more damning shot exist?The cruelty in the air on that beach is almost palpable...
Auchi:
This evidence, more than any other, reveals the true extent of the accused's murderous nature. For it shows the precise moment that Membami-san plunged her dagger into the victim's back!
Rei:
No, that's not true! No!
Ryutaro:
I, I don't believe it... AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Counsel for the Defence, was it you who was responsible for that shrill scream that just pierced my courtroom?
Auchi:
Perhaps his voice has yet to break? These yokels are slow of mind and slow to mature.
Ryutaro:
(I'll show you who's slow to mature...)
Mikotoba:
Careful now. Susato is starting to show her face here.
Judge:
It is often said that a picture is worth a thousand words. And here we have ample proof. The court will accept this extremely cogent photographic print as evidence.
The incriminating photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryutaro:
(I can't believe he's had a photograph like that up his sleeve the entire time. It's such a stark image, I'm genuinely lost for words...)
Rei:
Wait a minute! I, I don't understand. How did you...? I mean, who took that photograph?!
Ryutaro:
...! (Rei...)
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
That's of no importance here. Stop trying to divert attention!
Rei:
Oh...
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
That's an absurd thing to say! It's crucially important! Whoever took this photographic print was a witness to Miss Brett's death! The court must be allowed to hear this person's testimony!
Auchi:
Argh!
Judge:
I will uphold the defence's demand. The prosecution will reveal the identity of the person responsible for taking this photograph at once!
Auchi:
......... Well...I'm afraid I can't do that.
Ryutaro:
Pardon?
Auchi:
You see, this print arrived at the Imperial Police Bureau headquarters by express post yesterday. But there was nothing to indicate the sender's name or address. The provenance of the print is unknown.
Judge:
Goodness...
Ryutaro:
Are we to understand then, Counsel... ...that in full knowledge of the fact that this photograph has the murkiest of origins... ...you nevertheless believe it fit for submission as evidence in the Supreme Court?
Mikotoba:
When you first produced that print before, I noticed that you hesitated for a brief moment. Because you knew that it wasn't completely reliable evidence, didn't you?
Auchi:
Silence...you yokel student and blabbering professor! What matters is the blatant truth that this print so eloquently expresses.
Ryutaro:
But the defendant has already admitted to pulling the blade from the wound. Clearly this isn't the moment that the knife was plunged into the victim's back, but-
Auchi:
The moment it was withdrawn? Don't waste this court's time with your ramblings!
Judge:
Indeed. Without knowledge of who produced this print, we have no means of verifying the claim. And the scene it captures is without doubt the most compelling evidence presented to the court. If the defence is unable to shed any further light on the matter, I believe the conclusion is clear.
Ryutaro:
Oh no!
Mikotoba:
Susato... This is the time for you to fight. If what you've established so far is true, then there can be no doubt... ...this photograph shows the moment that Rei withdrew the blade from the victim.
Ryutaro:
...! (Yes, we just need to prove that somehow...)
Auchi:
Tsh...huh...huh... You'll have plenty of time to rue your defeat on the slow train back to the provinces. And to rue the day you came up against Taketsuchi Auchi in a court of law!
Ryutaro:
(If I can't determine who took this photograph, then the trial is going to come to an end. There must be a clue somewhere. There must be some way of working out who took it!)
Judge:
Well, Counsel?
Ryutaro:
......... Your Excellency... The burning question is who took that photograph. And the truth is...
I don't know
Ryutaro:
......... (No... If I give up now... ...I'll never be able to look Rei in the eye again!)
Mikotoba:
Susato, you need to steel yourself and summon your best argument.
Ryutaro:
I'll do my best!
Leads to:
"This isn't about whether I can or can't come up with the answer now..."
I have the answer
Leads to:
"This isn't about whether I can or can't come up with the answer now..."
Ryutaro:
(This isn't about whether I can or can't come up with the answer now... I simply have to!) The identity of the person who took this dramatic photographic print... ...is, I assure you...something the defence can and will reveal!
Auchi:
Wha...? No... You can't possibly! But as you so boldly claim that you can...please, do enlighten us!
Ryutaro:
Unfortunately, I'm unable to present a name.
Auchi:
How utterly underwhelming. Did you really believe you could-
Ryutaro:
However! I am able to present evidence. The defence has a piece of evidence that reveals important details about the photographer's identity.
Auchi:
Wha...?
Judge:
Very well then, Counsel. Present your proof to the court. Which piece of evidence do you claim reveals something about the identity of the mystery photographer?
Present Soseki Natsume Article
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"What is that?"
Present anything else
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
The piece of evidence in question...is this!
Judge:
......... I'm afraid, Counsel, that when presenting evidence, you must learn to temper those wide, nervous eyes.
Ryutaro:
.........
Judge:
I'm obliged to penalise you for the lack of focus in both your eyes and your answer.
Auchi:
Would you care to squeeze your head in your hands again, Counsel? To punish yourself for presenting such utterly irrelevant evidence.
Ryutaro:
Ugh! I'll squeeze my head as many times as it takes to win this trial! ...Your Excellency! May I?
Judge:
...You may present another piece of evidence. But no more squeezing, Counsel.
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence do you claim reveals something about the identity of the mystery photographer?"
Judge:
What is that? The newspaper again? 'Raucous England Returnees Tell All'...
Ryutaro:
It's not the headline that's relevant here, Your Excellency. It's the photograph. If you look at it closely, you'll notice that there are some white lines on the right-hand side.
Judge:
Ah, yes, indeed. They had already caught my eye, as it happens.
Auchi:
Hah! What of it? A shadow of some kind, presumably. From the branches of a tree or the like.
Mikotoba:
There are no trees growing inside my laboratory at the university, I can assure you.
Ryutaro:
Now...if you look closely at this photograph...
Judge:
......... ...Good gracious!
Ryutaro:
Yes, exactly the same pattern of lines is present on this photograph, too.
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Well... Well... That, that tells us nothing! H-Hah! Yes, it's a shadow of some kind, definitely! From the branches of a tree!
Ryutaro:
There wouldn't be any trees growing inside a hut at the beach, Counsel.
Auchi:
Nnnf!
Judge:
What's quite remarkable about it, is that the two patterns are absolutely identical. How could such an extraordinary similarity have transpired?
Ryutaro:
The curious matching pattern that appears on both photographic prints is a result of...
The photographer's technique
Ryutaro:
I believe...the pattern may be the result of a particular quirk of the photographer when taking a picture.
Auchi:
You believe?
Judge:
What quirk could possibly produce such consistent markings?
Ryutaro:
Clearly, it must be a quirk that's quite unimaginable!
Judge:
I repeat, Counsel. What would be the nature of this quirk?
Ryutaro:
......... Well, um...I... I can't really imagine, of course.
Auchi:
Because there is no such quirk!
Mikotoba:
It's time to consider another, more credible option, I think.
Leads back to:
"The curious matching pattern that appears on both photographic prints is a result of..."
A camera defect
Leads to:
"Obviously, it must be due to a problem with the camera used to take the photographs."
Some tree branches
Ryutaro:
Clearly, the branches of a tree have caused this pattern!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
An argument I put forward myself only moments ago, to much ridicule!
Judge:
Indeed. ...There was considerable ridicule involved.
Ryutaro:
Well... It's hard to think of another explanation.
Auchi:
Well then...'hard' luck!
Mikotoba:
You pointed out yourself that no trees would be growing inside a beach hut.
Ryutaro:
Oh dear... Sorry... (What was I thinking?)
Mikotoba:
It's time to consider another, more credible option, I think.
Leads back to:
"The curious matching pattern that appears on both photographic prints is a result of..."
Ryutaro:
Obviously, it must be due to a problem with the camera used to take the photographs.
Auchi:
With, with the photographic device...?
Mikotoba:
Yes, we can confidently say that the camera's lens must be scratched. And that the scratched lens causes unwanted lines to appear on every print taken with the device.
Ryutaro:
In short... The two photographs under consideration here... ...were taken with the same camera!
Auchi:
Hnnngh... Hnnnnnngh... B-But... ...there must be hundreds of such camera devices here in the capital! It would be utterly impossible to identify the owner of this particular one!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
I think you're forgetting, Prosecutor Auchi... ...that one of the photographs featured in a newspaper article.
Auchi:
A newspaper... Ah!
Ryutaro:
That's right. The author of that article is the mystery witness to this crime!
Auchi:
Wha... WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
...Menimemooooooh!
Judge:
I, I see why you were called a 'raucous England returnee'...
Auchi:
What are you yelling about? You've already testified!
Soseki:
It's Menimemo, I tell you! MENIMEMO!
ME...NI...ME...MO!
Ryutaro:
Um...Soseki-san...what was that? Did you say 'Menimemo'?
Soseki:
...Ever since I returned to Japan... ...a reporter from the Shoyu News has been hounding me, following my every move! A reporter by the name of Raiten Menimemo. Yes, hounding me from dawn till dusk!
Ryutaro:
Ah! (Now that he mentions it...)
Soseki:
They secretly spy! Snap shots! Scribble stories! And scupper my privacy!
Ryutaro:
(Could that same reporter be...?)
Soseki:
A camera to the left of him! A notebook to the right! There I am, stuck in the middle with... Raiten Menimemo!
Judge:
So you're saying that this picture was taken by-
Soseki:
By MENIMEMO! YES! ...My Lord, Your Excellency, Esquire!
Judge:
Officer! Find this newspaper reporter at once and bring him to my courtroom! We will adjourn for a short recess in the meantime.
Ryutaro:
Oh... Yes, Your Excellency!
Auchi:
As, as you say, Your Excellency...
Judge:
And one more thing... I want this knife - the murder weapon - examined for traces of poison! You will solicit the assistance of the imperial university's medical department for the task. ...Understood?
Auchi:
......... Meh... Menimemooooooh!!!
To be continued...
13th August, 10:41 a.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Defendants' Antechamber 3
Rei:
...I'm so sorry, Susato. I should have told you about the toxin.
Susato:
Rei...
Rei:
.........
Mikotoba:
You have a strong sense of responsibility, I know. That's why you decided to shoulder the burden alone.
Rei:
No! That's not it at all! I... I was just... I was scared of my failure coming to light, that's all. So I hoped to retrieve the substance from the Englishwoman before anyone found out.
Mikotoba:
.........
Rei:
Before the trial started, do you remember what you said, Susato? That you had no doubt in your mind about my innocence. That you'd stand by me to the last.
Susato:
...I remember.
Rei:
And yet I... I didn't deserve your trust in me. I hid important details from you, Susato. I completely betrayed your faith in me. Hit me, Susato! I deserve it! No, in fact, throw me to the floor! No, that's too good for me as well! Drag me through the city streets!
Susato:
...I'm no better, you know.
Rei:
Oh!
Susato:
Even though in my heart I knew that you'd pulled the knife blade from Miss Brett's back... ...there was just a brief moment when, in my mind... I doubted you.
Rei:
Susato!
Susato:
I'm sorry. After I stood here and promised you that I'd stand by you and always be on your side... I betrayed your faith in me, too. And as such, I've failed you as a lawyer.
Rei:
Oh no no...
Mikotoba:
I think this situation has taught both of you a valuable lesson. Placing your unbridled faith in another is no easy task.
Susato:
...Yes, Father. That fact has certainly struck home. Which is why I can see more clearly now. So...Rei...
Rei:
Yes?
Susato:
Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?
Rei:
......... Oh, Susato... ...you know you'll always be a gallant, dashing lawyer in my eyes now!
Susato:
(Oh, Rei...)
Rei:
......... I was so scared, you know, when it happened. I didn't know what was going on. The Englishwoman was sitting at the back of the hut, listening to what I was saying.
I know it was you who stole the poison!
Well now...whatever do you mean?
Rei:
And then a moment later... ...she suddenly got to her feet... ...before collapsing on the floor in front of me...with a knife in her back.
Rei:
It all happened right before my eyes.
Susato:
And...you were the only people in the hut at the time?
Rei:
That's right. Just Miss Brett and myself. There was no one else. So I just don't understand how she could possibly have been stabbed like that.
Mikotoba:
Hm... A great mystery indeed.
Rei:
I still can't believe it happened. That's why I just couldn't bring myself to speak up.
Susato:
......... It will be alright. However it happened, and whatever really went on by the sea that day... ...I promise you that I'm going to prove everything you've said you saw is true!
Mikotoba:
Spoken like a true Mikotoba. Now, I think we should discuss what's coming up in the trial, don't you? We don't have much time. We must make sure we have our facts in order.
Susato:
Yes! I expect the poison is going to come under close scrutiny in the upcoming proceedings. The police should hopefully have identified it on the blade by now.
Rei:
The trouble is, it's a completely new laboratory-synthesised blend of alkaloids. The police won't have any way of testing for it.
Susato:
Oh...I see...
Mikotoba:
Yes, without this chemical reagent, it's impossible to detect the toxin.
Susato:
'Chemical reagent'?
Mikotoba:
I sent a colleague of mine off with some earlier to deliver to police headquarters. I think perhaps you should have some as well, though, just in case.
The chemical reagent has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
.........
Examine evidence
Chemical Reagent
Label
Ryutaro:
The label appears to be written in a foreign language that I don't know.
Mikotoba:
It's German, so your knowledge of English is going to be of little help here, I'm afraid.
Ryutaro:
Couldn't you just have written 'Medicine' on it in Japanese? Then we'd all be able to read it.
Mikotoba:
German is the international language of medicine, my dear. But yes, I can certainly see the merit in labelling the bottle in Japanese. ...Though I'm not sure 'Medicine' would be entirely appropriate...
Mikotoba:
What's the matter, Susato? You're suddenly very quiet.
Susato:
It's this newspaper article. 'Exclusive! Deadly Poison Stolen from Yumei Medical Research Laboratory!' I'm wondering how the information got out, given that it was a government secret.
Rei:
It was all the Englishwoman's doing!
Susato:
Wha...?
Rei:
It was when the professor and Soseki-san were being interviewed at the laboratory. That so-called English lady swanned in, and without any compunction said to Professor Mikotoba:
Oh Professor, surely your guest would love to hear about your work on that substance there?
Mikotoba:
It put me in a very awkward position, to be frank. But Soseki-san's curiosity had been piqued, so I had little choice but to give him a cursory introduction.
Susato:
So then...Soseki-san knew about the poison...
Mikotoba:
Yes. And it's highly likely... that the reporter who was writing up the story about us would have caught a glimpse of the toxin, too.
Susato:
(This..Menimemo-san...) By the way, did that reporter join you all when you went to the beach?
Rei:
Oh... No, I don't remember the reporter being there...
Mikotoba:
Indeed, he shouldn't have been. I very much doubt anyone would have wanted him there.
Susato:
Oh?
Mikotoba:
A known criminal had been given permission by the authorities to bathe by the seaside. Soseki-san pointed out that inviting a reporter might be problematic, so the man was sent back to his office.
Susato:
Yet he obviously didn't go back. He secretly followed the party to the beach and took this very candid photograph. And then presumably he posted it, anonymously, to the police.
Rei:
Ah!
Mikotoba:
......... Yes, that must be what happened.
Susato:
.........
Bailiff:
Counsel! We've just heard that the new witness is now ready to testify. The trial is about to resume. Please proceed into the courtroom at once!
Mikotoba:
It's time to steel ourselves once again, then... ...Defence Attorney Ryutaro Naruhodo.
Susato:
Yes! (Rei has put her faith in me now and told me everything. So I can't let her down. I have to prove that what she's telling the court is true. I have to prove what really happened that day!)
13th August, 11:30 a.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Courtroom 1
Judge:
I hereby call this court to order, as we reconvene to continue the trial of Rei Membami. Prosecutor Auchi, have you summoned the new witness?
Auchi:
......... Before I address that question, Your Excellency... ...I have some very important news to share!
Judge:
Oh?
Ryutaro:
(What news? And why does he look so happy about it?)
Auchi:
During the recess, with the collaboration of Professor Mikotoba's laboratory at Yumei University... ...the police re-examined the knife that was used to end Miss Jezaille Brett's life.
Judge:
Excellent. I admire your rapid handling of the matter.
Auchi:
Oh, too kind, Your Excellency, too kind! I was merely carrying out your instructions, of course.
Mikotoba:
I had the reagent delivered to police headquarters by rickshaw so it would be there in good time. But judging by the man's swagger, I fear we might need to brace ourselves for the inevitable...
Ryutaro:
And, Counsel? What were the results?
Auchi:
......... This dagger, which was so cruelly used to end the life of the victim... ...has no trace of poison anywhere along its blade!
Ryutaro:
Wh-What? Are you sure about that?
Auchi:
I would stake the reputation of the police on it.
Mikotoba:
Armed with the reagent, the test is extremely simple. They couldn't have made a mistake.
The murder weapon has been entered into the Court Record.
Auchi:
In short...the accused's feeble excuse earlier... ...has been utterly destroyed!
Examine evidence
Murder Weapon
Blood
Mikotoba:
Ah yes, this must be the victim's blood.
Ryutaro:
Oh dear... Blood is never a pretty sight, is it? I'm having to fight the urge to run it under a hot tap and get it clean.
Mikotoba:
You've always been fastidious about cleanliness, haven't you?
Ryutaro:
...I think this is something else, Father.
Ryutaro:
AAAAAAAAAGH!
Auchi:
Now, the prosecution is ready to call the new witness.
Judge:
Ah, the newspaper reporter who managed to capture a photograph of the crucial moment. Good. Very well. Officer, bring in the witness!
Ryutaro:
(No trace of poison on the knife... But if that's really the case... ...how could the toxin have entered the victim's body?)
Auchi:
Witness, please state your name and occupation for the court.
Menimemo:
Raiten Menimemo of the Shoyu News. I'm what people like to call a journo!
Ryutaro:
What's a 'journo', Father? Do you know?
Mikotoba:
It's simply a contraction of 'journalist'.
Menimemo:
I'm there where the news breaks, putting pen to paper to catch those scoops so they're in print the next morning! They don't call me the hero of the herald for nothing! The nice guy of news!
Ryutaro:
Oh! So, um...it was you who took this photograph, was it?
Menimemo:
......... Well well, what have we here?
Ryutaro:
I'm, I'm sorry?
Menimemo:
Ooh, brace yourselves, people! Menimemo senses a scoop in the offing! 'Female student up to foul play defended by curiously handsome young lawyer in Supreme Court...' The readers will lap this up! We'll set it above the fold at 72 point in a five-leg format for the morning edition!
Ryutaro:
Huh?
Menimemo:
Right then...let's start with your name!
Ryutaro:
Oh, um... It's Ryutaro Naruhodo.
Menimemo:
Next! What made you want to become a lawyer?
Ryutaro:
Erm...well, um... I...wanted to reform our country's legal system, I suppose.
Mikotoba:
Ryutaro has suddenly become very ambitious, I see.
Ryutaro:
...I just borrowed Kazuma-sama's dream for a while.
Auchi:
By the way, my name is Taketsuchi Auchi. That's 'Ta-ke-tsu-chi A-u-chi'... The so-called dark horse of the Supreme Court, my objections strike fear into every defence lawyer's heart!
Menimemo:
......... No, the readers won't buy that.
Auchi:
Wha...?
Judge:
Witness...
Menimemo:
Um...yes?
Judge:
What this court demands to know is whether or not you were responsible for the taking of this picture? It was delivered anonymously to the Imperial Police Bureau only yesterday.
Menimemo:
...Yeah, I wouldn't be a journo if I didn't click quick when presented with a scoop like that now, would I? Sometimes stories call out to me, sometimes I have to chase them down, but either way you've got to be fast! Fast legs to run with, and a fast hand to write with! It's no good if you don't note it down, I always say! That's what I call...my Menimemoism!
Ryutaro:
Menimemoism?
Mikotoba:
Ah yes...I remember your face. We met that day when you were interviewing myself and Soseki-san.
Menimemo:
Yes, right... That was me, Menimemo again!
Mikotoba:
But you were supposed to be going back to the Shoyu News offices after our meeting.
Menimemo:
But the scoop is, I didn't! Because that Englishwoman's words had piqued my journalistic interest.
Ryutaro:
Miss Brett's words?
Menimemo:
A criminal, left to do as she pleases, just because she happens to be a British citizen? It's horse dung! This country's judiciary is rotten to the core! The Supreme Court's rulings aren't worth the paper they're written on! The police are just imperial pawns!
Auchi:
Stay your tongue, young man! There are complex political issues at play!
Menimemo:
Hmph! Well anyway, I quickly jotted down those words she said in my Menimemo memo pad. Are you ready? I'll read it out. It's all here. Right, here goes... 'I should like to go with everyone to see your country's coast!' A serious criminal going on some junket! ...The people need to know about this! That's why I decided to sneak after them. To get the woman's story so I could hammer her in the press!
Judge:
Do you mean to say that you did indeed witness it firsthand? The grim scene portrayed in this photograph?
Menimemo:
Oh yes! I saw it with my very own journo eyes! From start to finish, through the viewfinder of my trusty camera!
Judge:
Thank you, Menimemo-san. You will now give a formal testimony before the court. You will state exactly what it is that you witnessed of the events surrounding Miss Brett's death.
Witness Testimony
- The Camera Never Lies -
Menimemo:
The beach hut was made of shoddy old reed screens, so there were plenty of gaps I could see inside through.
The Englishwoman was sitting on a stool when the student girl came in and started arguing with her.
Seconds later, the girl pulled out a knife, throwing the Englishwoman to the floor as she stabbed her in the back!
My smouldering journo spirit burst into flames! Quick as a flash, I whipped out my camera ready to click!
I pulled apart the rough weave of one of the screens and poked the lens through for the perfect shot.
Ryutaro:
Reed screens, you say?
Menimemo:
Right! You can see them clearly enough in that great shot I snapped. The hut walls were just screens made of coarsely woven reeds.
Judge:
...Yes, it allows the breeze to pass through and bring some relief from the summer heat.
Menimemo:
And it was a breeze for me to poke my camera through and see the whole thing hotting up!
Ryutaro:
...Ignoring for the time being the appalling invasion of privacy involved... ...did you witness everything that happened from the moment the defendant entered the hut?
Menimemo:
Oh yes. I saw it. I saw the whole thing from start to finish!
Ryutaro:
And you say that you took the photograph through a gap in one of the screens?
Menimemo:
Luckily for me, they were pretty shoddily woven. I pulled the reeds apart and thrust the lens of my camera through the gap! Would I get away with it? Or would I be seen? It was the gamble of a lifetime!
Auchi:
A tenacity of purpose that's considered admirable in a journalist, I suppose.
Menimemo:
'Run a risk one day, run a scoop the next!' That's Menimemoism in a nutshell!
Judge:
At last... ...it would appear we have a genuine witness to this wicked crime. The evidence and testimony are extremely compelling. I believe we may be close to a verdict.
Ryutaro:
No!
Auchi:
Wonderful news, Your Excellency! Wonderful!
Mikotoba:
Nevertheless, it cannot be denied... ...that this testimony begs one very large question.
Auchi:
What question?
Mikotoba:
Exclusive news...a startling photograph... All the makings of an exceptional story for the reporter. Why then, was the story never published?
Ryutaro:
Oh! (That's right!)
Menimemo:
.........
Mikotoba:
It seems clear to me that there are circumstances at play here that are yet to be understood.
Auchi:
Hah! More pathetic excuses!
Judge:
Very well then, Counsel. Proceed with your cross-examination.
Ryutaro:
Yes, Your Excellency! (There's more to this reporter than meets the eye. He's keeping something about this case very close to his chest...)
Cross-Examination
- The Camera Never Lies -
Menimemo:
The beach hut was made of shoddy old reed screens, so there were plenty of gaps I could see inside through.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
What made you want to see what was happening inside the beach hut in the first place?
Menimemo:
Call it journo instinct. Can you think of a better reason?
Ryutaro:
Oh, I don't know. Perhaps because as well as being a proven criminal, the person inside was a young woman...
Menimemo:
Ah, I see where you're going with this. Brace yourselves, people, he's painting the journo as a voyeur!
Ryutaro:
It's hardly slander, sir. You had a camera and you were taking pictures without the woman's knowledge.
Menimemo:
Nope, you've got it all wrong, little student boy.
Ryutaro:
Sorry?
Menimemo:
To my mind, all that was inside that hut was a scoop. Nothing more, nothing less. Scoops know no gender! Man or woman, it's all news! That's not even Menimemoism; it's basic journalism!
Ryutaro:
(If only the courtroom was as indiscriminate...)
Menimemo:
Right! So, if that's all buttoned up, can we move on?
Judge:
Tell the court then, witness, what sight befell your eyes when you looked inside the hut?
Menimemo:
A sight that vindicated my journo instinct, that's what! When I pulled back the reeds, I could see it all as clear as day.
Menimemo:
The Englishwoman was sitting on a stool when the student girl came in and started arguing with her.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
So you actually saw Membami-san entering the hut?
Menimemo:
Yup. And she was raging! Raging like my journo spirit!
Ryutaro:
And the argument you mentioned... What was that about exactly?
Menimemo:
'You stole it!' 'I didn't steal it!' That kind of thing.
Ryutaro:
(Talking about the poison, I suppose...)
Menimemo:
The student girl walked right up to the Englishwoman and really started laying into her. I mean, if she'd laid into her any more, there would have been eggs!
Mikotoba:
The man should have been an author. His descriptive talents are wasted on journalism.
Menimemo:
But the student's rantings fell on deaf ears. Like a Japanese person listening to English for the first time.
Ryutaro:
(He really ought to work on his similes first though, to be honest...)
Menimemo:
Anyway, the point is, that woman in the dock was mightily angry.
Auchi:
And her temper finally got the better of her, it seems. Dear me.
Menimemo:
Which was the climactic moment that I caught on film!
Menimemo:
Seconds later, the girl pulled out a knife, throwing the Englishwoman to the floor as she stabbed her in the back!
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Do you swear before this court that you actually saw the precise moment when the stabbing took place?
Menimemo:
Hah! The precise moment? I didn't see just that... I saw the whole hellish scene play out from start to finish!
Auchi:
I have here a simple plan of the beach hut. Perhaps you could use it to explain to the court exactly what you witnessed.
Menimemo:
......... Right you are. It's all here in my Menimemo memo pad. When I first peered into the hut... ...I'm sure that the Englishwoman... ...was on this stool at the back of the hut here.
Auchi:
Yes, the accused's own testimony confirmed that.
Ryutaro:
'She just sat at the back of the hut, smiling sweetly', is what I have noted down.
Menimemo:
It's my turn to testify now. Try not to interrupt.
Ryutaro:
Ugh...
Menimemo:
Then, the next moment, as I was watching... ...the evil student girl entered the hut! After a while, the pair of them ended up in the middle of the hut, arguing furiously. The Englishwoman went for the student, but the girl dodged out of the way... ...and in a flash, plunged the knife into her adversary's back as the two passed each other!
Judge:
Hmph... What you describe is a grim crime indeed.
Menimemo:
Never sugar-coat the truth. That's what Menimemoism says.
The beach hut plan has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryutaro:
By the way, Menimemo-san... ...whilst you were watching that terrible scene unfold before your eyes through the gap in the screen... ...did it not occur to you to try to prevent the tragedy, rather than capture it on film?
Menimemo:
...Journos have to be observers. We can't get involved. That's our raison d'être.
Ryutaro:
So you didn't converse with Miss Brett at all?
Menimemo:
Obviously not. An observer always remains on the outside looking in.
Ryutaro:
(...And that's something to be proud of, is it?)
Mikotoba:
Your Excellency, if I may...
Judge:
Yes, Professor?
Mikotoba:
I think the witness's last, expertly phrased statement... ...should perhaps be added to his formal testimony.
Ryutaro:
(Father, what are you...?)
Judge:
I will grant the defence's request. Menimemo-san, you will supplement your formal testimony with the aforementioned statement.
Menimemo:
Well, nihilism is the foundation of Menimemoism. But I'll gladly prove that my words aren't meaningless.
Adds statement: "I never once set foot in the hut, nor spoke with the Englishwoman. I was there only as an observer."
Press (subsequent times)
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Do you swear before this court that you actually saw the precise moment when the stabbing took place?
Menimemo:
Hah! The precise moment? I didn't see just that... I saw the whole hellish scene play out from start to finish!
Auchi:
I have here a simple plan of the beach hut. Perhaps you could use it to explain to the court exactly what you witnessed.
Menimemo:
......... Right you are. It's all here in my Menimemo memo pad. When I first peered into the hut... ...I'm sure that the Englishwoman... ...was on this stool at the back of the hut here.
Auchi:
Yes, the accused's own testimony confirmed that.
Ryutaro:
'She just sat at the back of the hut, smiling sweetly', is what I have noted down.
Menimemo:
It's my turn to testify now. Try not to interrupt.
Ryutaro:
Ugh...
Menimemo:
Then, the next moment, as I was watching... ...the evil student girl entered the hut! After a while, the pair of them ended up in the middle of the hut, arguing furiously. The Englishwoman went for the student, but the girl dodged out of the way... ...and in a flash, plunged the knife into her adversary's back as the two passed each other!
Judge:
Hmph... What you describe is a grim crime indeed.
Menimemo:
Never sugar-coat the truth. That's what Menimemoism says.
Menimemo:
My smouldering journo spirit burst into flames! Quick as a flash, I whipped out my camera ready to click!
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
The court is fully aware of your desire to capture the incident on film, I'm sure. But why then, did you choose to post the photograph anonymously to the police?
Menimemo:
......... I'm afraid...I don't understand a word that's coming out of your mouth.
Ryutaro:
I'm asking why, as a journalist, you decided not to make a story out of the incident?
Menimemo:
......... Think of me as a sculptor. A sculptor who makes art out of the sordid, private details of other people's lives. But I never discuss my own personal life on principle. I mean, that's basic Menimemoism.
Ryutaro:
It's not something to boast about!
Auchi:
No doubt your burning desire to see the truth exposed and justice done was what motivated you.
Menimemo:
That's it! That's brilliant! My burning desire to see something or other exposed...
Ryutaro:
(There has to be a good reason why he didn't think to write an article about what he saw, though...)
Judge:
By your own admission, you were outside the hut. How then, did you manage to take the photograph?
Menimemo:
Ah yes, that! I'm glad you asked!
Menimemo:
I pulled apart the rough weave of one of the screens and poked the lens through for the perfect shot.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
But the two women inside didn't notice?
Menimemo:
Hah! Obviously not! If they had, where would I be right now? In jail, that's where!
Ryutaro:
...Which you'd think would make you reflect on what you were doing.
Menimemo:
No, a journo's job is to collect little snippets of life as unobtrusively as possible. Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but photos. ...Yes! That's spot on!
Ryutaro:
(...Did he just make that up?)
Auchi:
The point is, the witness risked life and limb to obtain this photograph. And this photograph reveals the whole truth. ...There is nothing more to be said!
Menimemo:
.........
Menimemo:
I never once set foot in the hut, nor spoke with the Englishwoman. I was there only as an observer.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Really, you didn't set foot inside the hut at all? Are you quite sure about that?
Menimemo:
I think you may have the wrong impression of me. We're talking about a murder scene here. My nerves were stretched to breaking point already.
Ryutaro:
Oh, I see. You were scared? ...Maybe I did have the wrong impression of you, yes.
Menimemo:
It was all I could do to stifle a scream and hold my hands steady enough to snap the shot.
Mikotoba:
You really should have summoned help before thinking of your camera.
Menimemo:
Menimemoism and humanism don't always agree. And most of the time in those instances...Menimemoism comes out on top.
Ryutaro:
Haah...
Menimemo:
As a sculptor of stories, sometimes I have to be cruel for my art. ...Yes! That's spot on!
Ryutaro:
(...Surely he's making all this up.)
Present Fountain Pen (after examining emblem on finial)
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Menimemo-san, until now, I've had a firm belief..."
Mikotoba:
He claims to have spied the whole affair from start to finish. If true, his testimony is devastating.
Ryutaro:
But...it does seem as though he's holding something back, doesn't it?
Mikotoba:
If that's how you feel, I suggest that you trust your instincts and press him on everything he's said. As you've no doubt seen done many times before in your role as judicial assistant.
Ryutaro:
Yes, I have! (I've seen witnesses like this pressed often. I know exactly what to do!)
Ryutaro:
Menimemo-san, until now, I've had a firm belief... ...that newspapers are in the business of uncovering and publishing the truth.
Menimemo:
You're spot on there! The press doesn't lie! Which is why I'm proud to wear the emblem of the Shoyu News on my arm! In a way...that's more Menimemoism.
Ryutaro:
Sadly, though... ...it seems that the journalists who write for those papers... don't always share the same passion for the truth.
Auchi:
Wha... What are you suggesting with those recriminatory words, Counsel?
Ryutaro:
Menimemo-san...do you recognise this fountain pen?
Menimemo:
Agh!
Ryutaro:
This pen was found at the scene of Miss Brett's death. In fact, the murdered victim was gripping it in her hand as she died.
Menimemo:
What are you...?
Ryutaro:
If you look at the barrel of the pen, you'll notice that its owner's initials are engraved there. 'R. M.'...
Auchi:
Yes, thank you for bringing that up, Counsel. The initials of the accused, Rei Membami.
Ryutaro:
Is it a coincidence, I wonder... ...that your initials are also 'R. M.'?
Auchi:
No!
Ryutaro:
Raiten Menimemo... 'R. M.'...
Menimemo:
That's...that's horse dung! Can't you see? One of the central tenets of Menimemoism is being a pencil user!
Ryutaro:
And yet...as the court will clearly be able to see, on your right hand... ...there is a very obvious blue ink stain.
Mikotoba:
It would appear that you must have rather carelessly left it somewhere recently. Your favourite fountain pen, that is.
Menimemo:
Horsey horse dung!
Ryutaro:
Menimemo-san! Is it not the case that before she died... ...you met with Jezaille Brett in that beach hut?
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Why should we listen to this absurd nonsense? It's nothing but another excuse!
Menimemo:
Exactly! Shoyu News will stand behind me all the way! I deny everything! There must be as many people with the initials 'R. M.' as there are stars in the night sky!
Ryutaro:
The defence has neither the time nor the inclination to count every star in the sky.
Menimemo:
Hm?
Ryutaro:
And there's no need, anyway, because this pen has more to tell. Yes, there is another clue. A clue that undeniably proves who its owner really is!
Judge:
In that case, Counsel, the defence will now show the court where this alleged clue lies!
Ryutaro:
Of course, Your Excellency. The clue on this fountain pen that clearly reveals its owner's identity is...
Present emblem on finial
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"As well as the initials, there is also an emblem on this fountain pen!"
Present anywhere else
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
Well, Menimemo-san? Do you still deny it?
Menimemo:
Hm, let me see now... I think if I had to give it a headline, it would be... ...'Night Sky Stars Cause Counting Confusion For Cocky Courtroom Counsellor'!
Ryutaro:
Sorry?
Auchi:
Go ahead, Counsel, the stars await!
Judge:
I've a mind to tell you not to return to my courtroom until you have counted every one.
Ryutaro:
(Oh dear... I think I must have made a mistake.)
Mikotoba:
You've already furnished the court with the revelation that there's a clue on this pen as to its owner. It's only the smallest additional step to actually point the clue out. ...Concentrate, Susato!
Ryutaro:
Yes...I'm sorry! Let me try again!
Leads back to:
"In that case, Counsel, the defence will now show the court where this alleged clue lies!"
Ryutaro:
As well as the initials, there is also an emblem on this fountain pen! An emblem that you will of course recognise... Menimemo-san.
Menimemo:
Um...
Judge:
Goodness me! It's, it's the emblem of the Shoyu News!
Ryutaro:
In other words...the owner of this pen... ...is an employee of the Shoyu News, whose initials are 'R. M.'. Suddenly the stars in the night sky don't seem so numerous...do they? Well, Menimemo-san? How do you respond?
Menimemo:
Nnn... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Order! Order! Explain yourself, witness!
Menimemo:
......... Hah...hah...hah... So...this is how the mighty Supreme Court works, is it? Using coercive tactics to have well-meaning citizens reveal harmless secrets...
Ryutaro:
...I've used nothing but honest tactics.
Menimemo:
Alright then, fine. I won't try to hide it any more. Yes, not long before that grim tragedy unfolded... ...I, a Shoyu News reporter, on behalf of the public, conducted an interview with the Englishwoman.
Ryutaro:
An interview?
Auchi:
You, you never mentioned this before!
Ryutaro:
When exactly was this?
Menimemo:
As I said, it was before that evil little student girl showed her face in the hut. It couldn't have lasted more than two or three minutes, that's all. It was just a brief exchange. But it came to nothing. And as we Menimemoists say, 'The people don't pay their dues for unworthy news!'
Judge:
However insignificant you deem it to be, this court cannot overlook the meeting between yourself and the victim. You will testify now under oath about the precise nature of this meeting and what transpired!
Menimemo:
Got it. Yes, alright. But... ...on one condition.
Auchi:
C-Condition?
Menimemo:
In all good conscience, I couldn't speak out alone about this. You need to call back the earlier witness. Soseki Natsume-san!
Ryutaro:
So-Soseki-san?
Menimemo:
Oh yes, according to my notes here, that man... ...has a secret of his own. And brace yourselves...because it's not a harmless one. It's big!
Auchi:
Wha...
Ryutaro:
What?!
Menimemo:
Menimemoism states that 'one man's secret is every other man's front-page story!'
Judge:
Very well. I will grant the witness's request in this instance. Officer! Summon the earlier witness back to the stand!
Ryutaro:
(Soseki-san...hiding something...?)
Witness Testimony
- The Witnesses' Secrets -
Menimemo:
I asked the Englishwoman for an interview, but she declined. So I left the hut without making a fuss.
Then, watching secretly from outside, I saw the woman being stabbed and the other witnesses come running.
The detective realised that the victim still had a pulse, so he ran off to fetch help.
That's when this writer man here asked the woman a very significant question.
But he didn't say anything about that in his testimony! Which is why Menimemoism demands I reveal it now!
Judge:
You, you mean to say the victim...
Auchi:
The victim regained consciousness?!
Soseki:
Ah...well, um...
Auchi:
And when she did, you, you decided to ask her a question?!
Soseki:
That's, um...true. Yes.
Menimemo:
He did, he did! And that's not all! The woman gave him a very definite answer! An answer that incriminates the accused!
Auchi:
This is preposterous! Why am I only hearing about this now? Why didn't you mention this before, you...you yokel hack?
Soseki:
It, it, it... IT WASN'T EVEN A CONVERSATION! Yes, I did pose the withering English rose a question. I don't deny it. But she could no longer speak. She was barely conscious, even.
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence, I expect a thorough cross-examination to be conducted here. This court must and will know the truth!
Ryutaro:
Absolutely, Your Excellency! (The reporter is claiming that Miss Brett implicated Rei somehow? What on earth could have happened in that hut?)
Cross-Examination
- The Witnesses' Secrets -
Menimemo:
I asked the Englishwoman for an interview, but she declined. So I left the hut without making a fuss.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
You asked her for an interview, you say?
Menimemo:
Well, of course I did! I wanted to ask her about the incident she was involved in at the end of last year.
Ryutaro:
About the case in which Dr John H. Wilson lost his life?
Menimemo:
That's not the way I phrased it. Menimemoism calls for straight talking. 'Why did you murder Dr Wilson?' is how I put it to her.
Ryutaro:
...Yes, that sort of talking is as straight as a ruler.
Menimemo:
Ask every question as if you're asking for a menu in a restaurant, I say. It's the best way. A veteran at the paper taught me that.
Ryutaro:
And how did Miss Brett answer?
Menimemo:
With one simple phrase: 'Mystery is a woman's charm.' ...Whew! That told me! So I waltzed right out of there.
Ryutaro:
(Really? Something about that doesn't quite seem to fit together...)
Menimemo:
Leave every room as if you're waltzing in a dance hall, I say. It's the best way. A veteran at the paper taught me that..
Menimemo:
Then, watching secretly from outside, I saw the woman being stabbed and the other witnesses come running.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
That was very persistent of you, considering that Miss Brett had just turned you away.
Menimemo:
Persistence wins the prize! Any Menimemoist will tell you that. Let them think you've left, then just when they lower their guard, that's when you swoop in for the scoop!
Auchi:
And the fruits of your labour are all too apparent in this telling photograph. Though I'm sure the young yokel student would rather not be reminded of this damning evidence.
Ryutaro:
Actually, it's thanks to that photograph that we managed to identify this witness.
Menimemo:
And now that you've found me, I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I've got nothing to hide!
Ryutaro:
...I'm sure.
Auchi:
Please, do go ahead, witness. The court is eager to hear what you have to say.
Menimemo:
Try to stop me! There's a story to tell here, and I'm going to tell it!
Menimemo:
The detective realised that the victim still had a pulse, so he ran off to fetch help.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
And Soseki-san remained behind in the hut?
Menimemo:
That's right, yup. Our author friend here... ...was a blabbering wreck! Shaking all over, from his head to his toes. Moustache twitching! Eyes bulging!
Soseki:
WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?! You, you don't know the t-t-terrifying troubles that taunted me whilst travelling abroad!
Back Behind Baleful Bars! ...They'll be coming for me, surely!
That's all I could think. I felt as though I were gasping for air, drowning in a sea of cold sweat!
Ryutaro:
(Poor Soseki-san. His experiences in London have scarred him deeply.)
Soseki:
As the world seemed to close in around me, I quietly recited a prayer to Amida Buddha:
Eternal Emptiness, Empty Eternity! ...The end is coming for me, surely!
Judge:
No sutras are to resound in my courtroom, please.
Menimemo:
And now...we come to the crucial part! That's when it happened!
Menimemo:
That's when this writer man here asked the woman a very significant question.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
What question? What exactly did he say?
Menimemo:
Well now...you should hear that from the horse's mouth, I think. Don't you, Mr Writer-Man?
Soseki:
AAARGH!
Auchi:
Out with it, you yokel hack! What did you say to her? What did you say to the dying Englishwoman?
Soseki:
......... Well, in truth... ...I'd been catching crabs at the water's edge and building castles in the sand, you see.
Judge:
...Well, the seaside is a place to be at leisure, I suppose... even for a grown man.
Soseki:
But then all of a sudden, from that little beach hut...a young girl's panic-stricken cries for help pierced the air!
Ryutaro:
Rei...!
Soseki:
I ran up the beach to see what was happening...to find the defendant leaning over the collapsed victim! As soon as Inspector Hosonaga saw Miss Brett on the ground, he sprinted off to get help. And then, just a moment later, I heard a faint moan! A moan from the dead Englishwoman... I NEARLY JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN!
Ryutaro:
But what did you ask her, Soseki-san?!
Soseki:
......... I asked her, 'Who did this to you?'
Ryutaro:
...!
Auchi:
...!
Judge:
Don't protract this any longer! How did the woman respond?
Soseki:
SHE DIDN'T! SHE SAID NOTHING IN RESPONSE! ...B-But... .........
Judge:
When in the stand, you will answer the questions asked of you unambiguously! Now, without evasion or reticence, I demand that you amend your testimony!
Soseki:
......... I WIIIIIIIIILL!
Changes statement "That's when this writer man here asked the woman a very significant question." to "I asked her, 'Who did this to you?' ...But she never replied."
Changes statement "But he didn't say anything about that in his testimony! Which is why Menimemoism demands I reveal it now!" to "She just lifted a trembling finger...and pointed in the direction of the defendant."
Soseki:
I asked her, 'Who did this to you?' ...But she never replied.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
So you tried to find out who the culprit was!
Soseki:
'He who asks a question is a fool for a minute; he who does not remains a fool forever.' And having been labelled a criminal twice during my time in Great Britain, I was quick to make up my mind... BETTER TO BE A FOOL FOR A MINUTE THAN REMAIN A FOOL IN PRISON FOREVER!
Auchi:
However...you've indicated that the victim failed to respond. Is that correct?
Soseki:
I know why. I know why the Englishwoman said nothing. SHE WAS IGNORING ME! BECAUSE OF MY STOOP AND MOUSTACHE! BECAUSE I'M JAPANESE!
Ryutaro:
(Oh dear... Soseki-san has really developed a dislike for the English, it seems.)
Mikotoba:
Having read the report on his time in Great Britain, I can't say I'm surprised at his xenophobia.
Menimemo:
But the Englishwoman didn't ignore you at all. ...Did she, Mr Writer-Man?
Soseki:
Hm? Well, yes, alright...she did respond in a manner of speaking, I suppose.
Menimemo:
But he didn't say anything about that in his testimony! Which is why Menimemoism demands I reveal it now!
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Soseki-san...are you trying to hide something?
Soseki:
Don't...DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!
Ryutaro:
Soseki-san! You MUST tell the court everything that happened!
Soseki:
......... Well, in truth... ...I'd been catching crabs at the water's edge and building castles in the sand, you see.
Judge:
...Well, the seaside is a place to be at leisure, I suppose... even for a grown man.
Soseki:
But then all of a sudden, from that little beach hut...a young girl's panic-stricken cries for help pierced the air!
Ryutaro:
Rei...!
Soseki:
I ran up the beach to see what was happening...to find the defendant leaning over the collapsed victim! As soon as Inspector Hosonaga saw Miss Brett on the ground, he sprinted off to get help. And then, just a moment later, I heard a faint moan! A moan from the dead Englishwoman... I NEARLY JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN!
Ryutaro:
But what did you ask her, Soseki-san?!
Soseki:
......... I asked her, 'Who did this to you?'
Ryutaro:
...!
Auchi:
...!
Judge:
Don't protract this any longer! How did the woman respond?
Soseki:
SHE DIDN'T! SHE SAID NOTHING IN RESPONSE! ...B-But... .........
Judge:
When in the stand, you will answer the questions asked of you unambiguously! Now, without evasion or reticence, I demand that you amend your testimony!
Soseki:
......... I WIIIIIIIIILL!
Changes statement "That's when this writer man here asked the woman a very significant question." to "I asked her, 'Who did this to you?' ...But she never replied."
Changes statement "But he didn't say anything about that in his testimony! Which is why Menimemoism demands I reveal it now!" to "She just lifted a trembling finger...and pointed in the direction of the defendant."
Soseki:
She just lifted a trembling finger...and pointed in the direction of the defendant.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Miss Brett pointed a finger at the defendant...?"
Ryutaro:
Poor Soseki-san has been fidgeting constantly in the stand next to Menimemo-san.
Mikotoba:
Yes, like a naughty child who's waiting for punishment from his parents. It rather reminds me of you when you were younger.
Ryutaro:
I, I was like that?!
Mikotoba:
...Never mind that now. The question is, how far can we trust this reporter's account of events? We must focus our energies on gathering information and establishing facts.
Ryutaro:
Yes!
Ryutaro:
Miss Brett pointed a finger at the defendant...? Soseki-san! Is that really true?
Soseki:
......... It's not easy to stand here and say this, but... ...when we first entered the beach hut... ...the Englishwoman was sprawled on the floor before us, with the student girl standing on the far side of her. And when I asked 'Who did this to you?'... ...the Englishwoman summoned her last ounce of strength to point a trembling finger at the back of the hut. Which was, it can't be denied, in the direction of the student girl who stands accused today.
Ryutaro:
No...
Judge:
Soseki-san! Why on earth did you neglect to mention this in your original testimony?
Soseki:
B-B-But... 'FIDDLESTICKS,' I say!
Judge:
This is not a British court of law. You will respond in Japanese.
Soseki:
Yes, of course! The Englishwoman did point her finger towards the back of the hut, but! ...But I was trembling...and she was trembling...and everything was a blur. And thinking about it, I feel as though perhaps she was pointing in a slightly different direction. Actually, NO! Not SLIGHTLY! In a VERY DIFFERENT DIRECTION to where the student girl was standing! To somewhere at the back of the hut...where nobody was standing at all!
Ryutaro:
You mean that your memory of events, and the direction in which the victim was pointing are both unclear?
Soseki:
Yes! That's it! Unclear! I'm very, very unclear!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Your Excellency! Surely this proves the matter beyond all reasonable doubt! Yes, the woman may barely have been conscious, and yes, perhaps her finger wavered slightly... ...but there can be no doubt that this was an attempt by the victim to confirm the identity of her assailant! ...Why? Because as the court can see...there was no one other than the accused in the direction the victim was pointing! It is now abundantly clear that no one besides the accused could possibly have committed this crime!
Judge:
...I am inclined to agree. And in the absence of any credible argument to the contrary, I believe we can now conclude this trial.
Ryutaro:
No... NOOOOOOOOO!
Menimemo:
Heh heh heh... The headline's writing itself! 'Dashing Lawyer's Hopes Dashed!' 92 point across the whole page. We'll do an extra edition!
Mikotoba:
This is a serious blow, Susato. Unless we're able to identify the true culprit, and substantiate our claim with evidence... ...the judge will give his ruling and the trial will be over!
Ryutaro:
But, but that's impossible, Father! We don't even know how the crime was committed yet!
Mikotoba:
Impossible though the task may seem, we have no choice. We must think back over everything we've learnt thus far. Somewhere in all those details, I'm confident we'll find the clue we need.
Ryutaro:
(Rei gave us her account of how events unfolded in the defendants' antechamber before the trial resumed. She told us what happened at the precise moment Miss Brett was killed.)
Rei:
The Englishwoman was sitting at the back of the hut, listening to what I was saying. And then a moment later... ...she suddenly got to her feet... ...before collapsing on the floor in front of me...with a knife in her back.
Ryutaro:
(How could Miss Brett have been stabbed in the back in a beach hut that was empty but for herself and Rei? Somewhere amid all the information we've gathered so far, there must be an answer to that question!)
Judge:
I take it then, that the defence has nothing further to add.
Auchi:
So, the gallant yokel student's luck finally runs out. I can't say I'm surprised.
Judge:
In that case, I am ready to deliver my final verdict on this matter.
Ryutaro:
(This is a crucial turning point now. If I can't establish what really happened, it's over. Where was the real culprit hiding? And how did he or she stab the victim?)
I know how!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Excellency! I respectfully ask you to postpone your adjudication for the time being."
I don't know
Ryutaro:
(I'm just not in a position to establish what actually happened at this point in time. But if I fail to come up with something...)
Mikotoba:
If we fail to present a credible alternative to the judge, this trial will reach a very unfavourable conclusion. There's no time to hesitate here, Susato!
Ryutaro:
......... I understand. I'll worry about whether or not I can establish an alternative theory after I've established it!
Mikotoba:
......... Whatever you really mean by that...it's worth a shot!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Excellency! I respectfully ask you to postpone your adjudication for the time being."
Ryutaro:
Your Excellency! I respectfully ask you to postpone your adjudication for the time being.
Judge:
Oh? ...To what end, Counsel?
Ryutaro:
The defence would like to present the court with an alternative theory. An alternative theory that can explain... ...who the victim was actually trying to implicate with her dying gesture!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
An alternative theory? Hah! None exists!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
There was someone else present at the scene...who could have committed this crime!
Auchi:
Whaaat?
Ryutaro:
And the victim, Miss Brett, tried to reveal who it was to those around her at the time... ...by mustering all her remaining strength...and pointing a trembling finger in the killer's direction!
Auchi:
This, this is fiction! Fantasy!
Judge:
Very well. As you seem so sure of yourself, Counsel, I am prepared to hear your 'alternative theory'. So, young Ryutaro Naruhodo...
Ryutaro:
Yes, Your Excellency!
Judge:
You will present your latest theory to the court by means of this plan. At the moment the victim was stabbed, where exactly are you proposing the culprit was concealed?
Present area outside hut, left of the stool
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"Naruhodo-san would never give up. And I'm a Naruhodo now..."
Present anywhere else
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
The true culprit...was in this area here!
Judge:
There, Counsel?
Ryutaro:
That's right, Your Excellency. I believe that the culprit was hiding in the location I've indicated.
Judge:
...Why?
Ryutaro:
Oh! Well, um...that's rather hard to say, um...
Judge:
Hmph. Clearly this particular theory needs no further consideration, given your wide-eyed look of alarm.
Ryutaro:
(Oh dear... I chose poorly.)
Mikotoba:
I suggest you begin by considering where the victim was in the moments leading up to her death.
Ryutaro:
Yes...of course!
Judge:
Perhaps you'd care to identify a more credible location, Counsel?
Leads back to:
"You will present your latest theory to the court by means of this plan."
Ryutaro:
(Naruhodo-san would never give up. And I'm a Naruhodo now...) The true culprit who fatally stabbed Miss Brett...was concealed in this location here!
Judge:
Are you mad, Counsel? You're suggesting that the culprit was outside the hut!
Menimemo:
...!
Auchi:
WHAAAT?!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Soseki:
But student lawyer Naruhodo-san Esquire! That makes no sense at all!
Menimemo:
You've, you've just pointed out the exact spot where I was hiding to get my scoop snap! But I didn't see any suspicious individuals loitering about. I can swear to that!
Auchi:
Obviously! If the culprit had been outside the hut... ...there is no way that he or she could have stabbed the victim who was inside the hut!
Ryutaro:
Actually, Prosecutor Auchi...there is a way.
Menimemo:
Ah!
Ryutaro:
And...in point of fact... ...the defence can provide evidence strongly suggesting that is precisely the way Miss Brett was killed!
Auchi:
You're bluffing! You're, you're bluffing, you yokel-
Judge:
The defence's assertion is clearly too fantastical for the court to comprehend. You will need to give us more guidance, Counsel. What piece of evidence corroborates your theory that the victim was stabbed from outside the hut?
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"The, the original photographic print of the crime scene?"
Present anything else
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
......... (Well, I've presented it now... ...but I haven't the first idea why I chose this piece of evidence!)
Judge:
Counsel. You're suggesting that this piece of evidence bears out your theory as to how the victim was stabbed?
Ryutaro:
It's...something of a windfall...Your Excellency.
Auchi:
I think the word you were looking for, Counsel, was 'downfall'!
Mikotoba:
If your theory is correct, and the knife was thrust into Miss Brett's back from outside the hut... ...there should be a visible trace somewhere.
Ryutaro:
A trace? Yes...on the hut itself... (Armed with that idea, I must look through the Court Record again.) Your Excellency! The defence would like to present a different piece of evidence!
Judge:
...Go ahead.
Leads back to:
"What piece of evidence corroborates your theory that the victim was stabbed from outside the hut?"
Judge:
The, the original photographic print of the crime scene?
Ryutaro:
Yes. It's clearly visible in this print: The trace of the fatal thrust that was delivered from outside the beach hut.
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
D-Do you take us for fools?! There's no hint of any such thing!
Ryutaro:
I'm not sure that everyone present would agree. Someone, at least, appears to have noticed what it is that I'm referring to.
Judge:
Counsel! Once again, I must call on you to be explicit for the court. Where on this photograph is the trace of the stabbing, which you claim took place from outside the hut?
Present slit on back wall
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"Look closely just here..."
Present anywhere else
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
Well! It's right here!
Judge:
This is some remnant of the attack that took place?
Ryutaro:
Well! I think it might be!
Auchi:
Preceding your remarks with a spirited 'Well!' wont' give them any more credence.
Ryutaro:
......... Well...
Judge:
No, Counsel, I'm afraid a spirited penalty is in order for that dismal display.
Mikotoba:
If the blade penetrated the victim's back from the far side of the reed screens... ...where would you expect to see some trace of it remaining?
Ryutaro:
Ah... Yes!
Leads back to:
"Counsel! Once again, I must call on you to be explicit for the court."
Ryutaro:
Look closely just here... In the screen at the back of the hut, you can see the effects of a blade having been forced through the reeds.
Auchi:
N-No, I can't! I, I can't see any such thing!
Ryutaro:
It's true that the hut in question had four walls as you'd expect. However... ...by parting the reeds, a knife blade could easily penetrate them.
Judge:
This is extraordinary!
Ryutaro:
Yes... ...the true culprit actually stabbed the victim from outside the beach hut!
Soseki:
Ah...
Ryutaro:
And of everyone present at the scene, there is only one person who could have done that. Only one person who was directly outside the hut when Miss Brett was killed. Raiten Menimemo-san! It could only have been you!
Menimemo:
Hnnn...nnngh... NAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
This preposterous idea leaves me almost speechless! Just look at the photograph again! The victim lies almost exactly in the centre of the beach hut, does she not? Are we to assume, as part of this farcical scenario, that the assailant was a knife-thrower?
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
No, of course not.
Auchi:
We're not?
Ryutaro:
If you recall the testimony of the defendant about the events just before the victim's death...
Rei:
Inside the beach hut, I confronted Miss Brett. But she just sat on a stool at the back of the hut, smiling sweetly at me as if she knew she was untouchable.
Auchi:
A, a stool...
Ryutaro:
Have another look at the photograph. The slit in the reed screen... ...would align perfectly with the back of a person who was sitting on that stool.
Judge:
My word... So...in fact, the victim was...
Ryutaro:
...Killed whilst sitting on that stool...by a stab wound to her back delivered through the reed screen!
Auchi:
Ah!
Ryutaro:
Having been attacked, Miss Brett rose to her feet instinctively. But then, unable to speak, she collapsed on the floor in the middle of the hut... ...before the defendant, Membami-san's appalled eyes. And that, Your Excellency...is the truth of what happened on the beach that day!
Menimemo:
.........
Ryutaro:
By your silence, Menimemo-san... ...I take it that you don't deny the charge.
Menimemo:
.........
Auchi:
This... This is... ...ABSUUUUUUUUURD!
Judge:
That will do! It would appear that we have a tacit admission of guilt from the witness. Accordingly, this court has successfully established the truth of this matter. Which means that the defendant, Membami-san, is innocent of the crime.
Ryutaro:
(Oh, thank goodness! I finally made him cave.)
Mikotoba:
I must say...I've never been more proud.
Auchi:
No... This can't be... The Auchi clan can't... What of my growth? My growth of hope! It, it wasn't all an apparition! I can't accept this! I won't!
Judge:
I see no reason for the continuance of this trial. I will therefore move to conclude proceedings by delivering my final verdict and-
???:
Hold it!
Menimemo:
Hah...hah...hah... Well, this is all very convenient. This is how the highest court in our mighty empire delivers justice, is it? Suppressing well-meaning citizens' freedom to speak and branding them as criminals...
Ryutaro:
But... ...we've established that the victim was stabbed from outside the hut, through the reed screen walls!
Mikotoba:
And no one but you was in place at the time to have his hand on the hilt of the blade. ...It's a perfectly logical deduction.
Menimemo:
So...your argument hinges on the location of whoever stabbed the Englishwoman, does it? Well...it seems a little irrelevant now.
Ryutaro:
Irrelevant?
Menimemo:
Where she was stabbed, how she was stabbed... ...it doesn't matter. I mean, whether she was stabbed at all makes no difference, if you think about it. After all... ...this trial's already shown the whole thing hinges on something else!
Ryutaro:
What...what are you talking about?
Menimemo:
Brace yourself...little man. I'm talking about the fact that everything's changed... ...because of the dirt YOU dug up!
Ryutaro:
What?!
Judge:
Enough obscurity! Explain yourself, witness!
Menimemo:
What's to explain? I'm talking about the poison, of course.
Auchi:
The...poison...?
Menimemo:
Let's ask the professor for a comment on the situation, shall we? I understand that a deadly poison you were developing was stolen from your laboratory. Correct? And it's been shown that this poison was administered to the victim, Miss Brett. Is that right?
Mikotoba:
...That is correct. The unusual constriction of the victim's pupils are a sure sign that this particular poison was used.
Menimemo:
I see, I see. So...presumably that means... ...that the victim already had the poison in her body...before she was stabbed?
Ryutaro:
Ah!
Mikotoba:
Given that her pupils were clearly constricted...it seems highly likely, yes. If she had been dead already, the poison could not have circulated in her blood.
Auchi:
......... Tsh huh huh... Ah, how refreshing to hear the argument of a metropolitan mind. Precisely! It matters not a jot who stabbed whom in whose back and with whose blade! Because, quite simply...the Englishwoman's life was taken not by the knife...but by the poison!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
But...that can be explained by the poison being on the blade, as I already-
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Ta ha ha ha ha! Forgotten already, have we, yokel? During these very proceedings, the laboratory of the professor at your side assisted in proving... ...that the blade of the weapon used to attack the victim had no trace of poison on it whatsoever!
Ryutaro:
Ugh...
Menimemo:
So let me get this down: the 'facts', as skilfully established by the defence in this trial... ...turn out to be a headline-making red herring! ...Is that about right?
Ryutaro:
Ugh...um...well... AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! But...where does this leave us? How, in that case, did the poison enter the victim's body?
Mikotoba:
There is an undeniably obvious answer to that. The lady most likely imbibed it.
Ryutaro:
You mean she drank it?
Mikotoba:
Have another look at the photograph here. As you can see... ...a bottle of carbonated water and a glass had been knocked onto the sandy floor of the beach hut. The poison could have been slipped into either.
Ryutaro:
...! (So somebody made Miss Brett drink it...)
Menimemo:
Well, what do you know? Look at those dashing eyes! This will make a great front-page shot! Hey! Why the bewitching stare? After all, I'm the last person you should be looking at. It would make no sense at all that I poisoned the woman, would it? I mean...that's been established already!
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Established? What are you talking about?
Menimemo:
Hm? Don't tell me you've forgotten? That's a little hard to believe, given that the person who established it... ...was you!
Ryutaro:
Me?! (What on earth does he mean?)
Menimemo:
Ooh! Let me capture those wide eyes! This is prime press fodder, this is!
Judge:
It would seem that this trial is not destined to end yet after all. I hereby call upon the witness to give further testimony.
Menimemo:
That's great, that is! Let me get a shot of that magnificent beard, Your Excellency!
Judge:
You claim it to be impossible that you were the one responsible for administering the poison to the victim. You will explain to the court in your testimony the basis upon which you make such a claim!
Menimemo:
I'm a journo and I'm a man... I've never tried to run or hide from anything in my life. And I'm not about to start now! Because that's...Menimemoism!
Ryutaro:
(For a brief moment, I thought I'd illuminated the truth. But it's slipped right back into obscurity again... Just where is this trial going to take us...?)
Witness Testimony
- Complete Innocence -
Menimemo:
Oh yes, I stabbed the Englishwoman. And it's that very fact that proves I'm innocent!
Because why would I have bothered to stab the woman if I'd already poisoned her?
When I heard the student girl and that pompous English murderer arguing...it got my goat.
If the courts weren't going to punish Brett for what she did, someone else would have to see justice done!
Ryutaro:
So...you admit it then? That everything happened as I described... That you are the one who stabbed Miss Brett in the back through the reed screen!
Menimemo:
......... You can blame this miserable country of ours.
Ryutaro:
...!
Menimemo:
A country that bows to the pressure of foreign powers and lets murderers walk free! What kind of future can a country like that have? That's why I did it! I did what our pathetic leaders didn't have the guts to do! Slap bang in the middle of that charming lady's back! I plunged the blade of sweet justice right in there! As someone who spends his life seeing that the truth is told... ...I feel really, really awful about giving false information in my testimony before. But as it turns out... ...there was somebody else who had it in for the victim and got to her before me!
Ryutaro:
...!
Menimemo:
That's right...you guessed it! That pretty little student girl. Now there's a woman after my own heart!
Ryutaro:
You're implicating Rei again...
Menimemo:
She's the one who gave the poison to the Englishwoman and ended her pitiful existence! And suddenly, snap! This journo here is off the hook!
Judge:
Hmmm...the argument is sound, certainly. If the witness had administered the poison himself, he need only have waited for it to take effect. Subsequently stabbing the victim in the back would have been entirely nonsensical.
Auchi:
And therefore, this reporter had nothing to do with the poisoning. ...Yes, it's all quite logical.
Menimemo:
That's right, it is! Logical and true. I'm glad you've all seen the light. Justice at last!
Ryutaro:
(This is unbelievable. And after I'd made so much progress in proving his guilt. ...Is he going to get away with it now?) ......... (Think of Kazuma-sama and Naruhodo-san... They never stopped looking for a way forward until the judge's final gavel!)
Judge:
Very well then, Counsel. Proceed with what I assume to be your final cross-examination in this trial.
Ryutaro:
Yes, Your Excellency!
Cross-Examination
- Complete Innocence -
Menimemo:
Oh yes, I stabbed the Englishwoman. And it's that very fact that proves I'm innocent!
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
So...you do admit that you had murderous intentions towards Miss Brett, then?
Menimemo:
Hah! The woman's very existence offended my sense of justice!
Ryutaro:
Your sense of...? (He's claiming some sort of righteous indignation?)
Menimemo:
She was pure evil. A cold-blooded killer who'd committed murder right here on our empire's soil! But did our good-for-nothing government do anything? Not a chance! So I had to step in. Fly the flag of justice! Put things right for the people! Yes, it was my civic duty! That's what drove me to do it.
Ryutaro:
So, in summary...murderous intentions, then.
Menimemo:
...Whatever you want to call it, the point is this: That Englishwoman was a blight! So I had to do what was right! For society.
Auchi:
Yet a real wrong was done...by the student girl in the dock. A crime for which she must pay.
Menimemo:
Obviously, because the poisoning was nothing to do with me at all.
Menimemo:
Because why would I have bothered to stab the woman if I'd already poisoned her?
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
So you still maintain that you didn't give the poison to the victim?
Menimemo:
Obviously! That'd be like putting a belt on your trousers when you were already wearing braces like these!
Auchi:
The accused administered the poison, following which this witness stabbed the victim. An unforgivable act, certainly. But not one of murder. That crime rests on the accused's shoulders. That is how the law works, you see, yokel. ...Who knows, you may even learn something here today.
Ryutaro:
...!
Judge:
Two consecutive attempts on her life in the space of minutes...? Quite a day for the victim.
Menimemo:
Do something that evil, and you've got it coming. That's how the law works. The law of reckoning!
Ryutaro:
That's not the kind of law this court upholds.
Judge:
You will reiterate why you were compelled to stab the victim then, witness.
Present Poison Article (after Poison Article has been updated in the Court Record)
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Well...I can think of one reason."
Menimemo:
When I heard the student girl and that pompous English murderer arguing...it got my goat.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
What exactly were they arguing about?
Menimemo:
About what happened in that restaurant nine months ago, that's what. The student girl was laying into the Englishwoman for killing her beloved mentor, Dr Wilson.
Judge:
Yes, John H. Wilson... A professor of medicine, invited here from England by Professor Mikotoba no less.
Menimemo:
Right. But the Englishwoman just jeered.
Auchi:
Her case was to be heard by the British consular court in Shanghai. However... ...there is little doubt that she would simply have been acquitted and sent back to her homeland a free woman.
Menimemo:
It was eating that student girl up inside, you could see it. I really felt for her.
???:
Hold it!
Rei:
I, I can't... I can't stand here and listen to this tripe!
Ryutaro:
Rei!
Auchi:
Young girl! You stand accused here! You can't just blurt out whenever you feel like it!
Menimemo:
No, you can't. Sorry, but I'm in the middle of some very important testimony here. Just keep quiet and listen.
Rei:
But...but this awful man is making all of this up! Susato! Please! You have to make them listen!
Judge:
Return to the dock at once, Membami-san. We are in the middle of a cross-examination.
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Your Excellency! Please, I implore you! That journalist is clearly not a trustworthy witness!
Rei:
Exactly! He's a filthy, rotten, black-hearted, bigoted, dirty great peeping Tom!
Menimemo:
Whoa...take it easy there.
Ryutaro:
Please! I really think the court should hear what the defendant has to say.
Auchi:
Your Excellency, I see no need whatsoever to entertain the accused's remarks.
Judge:
......... I will grant the request of the defence.
Ryutaro:
...!
Auchi:
But, but, Your Excellency...
Judge:
This is likely to be the final cross-examination of these proceedings. As such, I believe it would be ill-advised to stifle the defendant's obvious concerns. So, whilst recognising that this contravenes regular protocol, I hereby call upon the defendant to speak.
Rei:
Oh! Thank you so much, Your Excellency!
Adds statement: "It was nothing to do with Dr Wilson! We were discussing the stolen poison."
Press (subsequent times)
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
What exactly were they arguing about?
Menimemo:
About what happened in that restaurant nine months ago, that's what. The student girl was laying into the Englishwoman for killing her beloved mentor, Dr Wilson.
Judge:
Yes, John H. Wilson... A professor of medicine, invited here from England by Professor Mikotoba no less.
Menimemo:
Right. But the Englishwoman just jeered.
Auchi:
Her case was to be heard by the British consular court in Shanghai. However... ...there is little doubt that she would simply have been acquitted and sent back to her homeland a free woman.
Menimemo:
It was eating that student girl up inside, you could see it. I really felt for her.
Auchi:
Yes, a very simple explanation as to why the accused was compelled to poison her nemesis.
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
There's no inculpatory evidence to that effect! The prosecution is deliberately leading the court!
Rei:
That's right! And my lawyer will throw you for it if you're not careful!
Ryutaro:
(Oh, Rei... Don't throw things like that out there!)
Auchi:
Tut tut tut... Let the yokel student be aware that her humour is not appreciated in this courtroom.
Ryutaro:
(I can't allow the court to be influenced by this reporter's testimony. Rei is the only one who knows what really happened.)
Rei:
It was nothing to do with Dr Wilson! We were discussing the stolen poison.
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
The stolen poison that killed the victim, you mean?
Rei:
...I suspected her of being the one to steal it. I mean, just think about how she killed Dr Wilson.
Mikotoba:
That's true. Additionally, Miss Brett certainly had knowledge of the new poison.
Judge:
But surely it would be no easy task to steal a highly secret toxin being developed for the government?
Mikotoba:
Indeed. All visitors to the laboratory are thoroughly searched when they leave. Even if a thief managed to avoid being seen by myself or a colleague, getting the poison out would be very difficult.
Soseki:
That's true. I pestered Professor Mikotoba until he agreed to show me the poison when I visited his laboratory. But as I left, I was searched from top to tail.
Mikotoba:
Miss Brett rather bluntly revealed the existence of the toxin we'd been developing, you see. And since Soseki-san expressed such an interest in it... I felt unable to refuse. Obviously, I gave nothing away, other than the fact that it was an extremely potent substance.
Soseki:
I'm very ashamed of myself. ...It's just that I've had a singularly terrible experience with a deadly poison. I WANTED TO LOOK MY OLD ENEMY IN THE EYE! SURELY YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THAT?!
Rei:
To find out if my suspicions were true, I confronted Miss Brett about the poison. I told her that if there were to be an incident involving it somehow, it wouldn't just be the university... ...the military would be dragged into it. The whole government, even. It would be a complete disaster!
Judge:
And how did Miss Brett respond to your concerns?
Rei:
She just curled those beautiful lips of hers and said she didn't know the first thing about it...in English, actually.
Mikotoba:
Ah yes...Menimemo-san, one small question, if you don't mind...
Menimemo:
I do mind! Can't you see I'm busy?
Mikotoba:
Clearly you were outside the beach hut listening in whilst the defendant and Miss Brett were conversing. Presumably then, it was you who wrote this article about what you'd heard?
Menimemo:
.........
Mikotoba:
'Exclusive! Deadly Poison Stolen from Yumei Medical Research Laboratory!' The story was published in this morning's edition of Shoyu News. The details are too accurate for it to have been written by anyone else.
Menimemo:
Hm... Sorry, don't know what you're talking about.
Rei:
Yes...look at this! The entire article... ...is almost what I said to Miss Brett word for word!
Menimemo:
Agh!
Ryutaro:
Well, Menimemo-san?!
Menimemo:
......... As a journo...and...as a citizen of a free country... ...I don't have to reveal my sources! That's a founding principle of Menimemoism!
Ryutaro:
(Father's clearly right about this. That reporter did write that article, and he based it on what he overheard from outside the hut.)
The details of the poison article have been updated in the Court Record.
Rei:
So that's what it was all about! You were trying to cover up the fact that you were listening in. That's why you came up with that stinking story about me arguing with her!
Menimemo:
Sh...Shut up! My stories never stink! Look, whatever you say, little girl, it doesn't alter the facts! Your Excellency! There's something I want to say, and I want it to go on record!
Judge:
Very well. You may amend your formal testimony.
Menimemo:
Hahh...hahh...hahh...
Changes statement "If the courts weren't going to punish Brett for what she did, someone else would have to see justice done!" to "The point is...if you'd poisoned someone, there'd be no reason to then go and stab the person as well!"
Press (subsequent times)
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
The stolen poison that killed the victim, you mean?
Rei:
...I suspected her of being the one to steal it. I mean, just think about how she killed Dr Wilson.
Mikotoba:
That's true. Additionally, Miss Brett certainly had knowledge of the new poison.
Judge:
But surely it would be no easy task to steal a highly secret toxin being developed for the government?
Mikotoba:
Indeed. All visitors to the laboratory are thoroughly searched when they leave. Even if a thief managed to avoid being seen by myself or a colleague, getting the poison out would be very difficult.
Soseki:
That's true. I pestered Professor Mikotoba until he agreed to show me the poison when I visited his laboratory. But as I left, I was searched from top to tail.
Mikotoba:
Miss Brett rather bluntly revealed the existence of the toxin we'd been developing, you see. And since Soseki-san expressed such an interest in it... I felt unable to refuse. Obviously, I gave nothing away, other than the fact that it was an extremely potent substance.
Soseki:
I'm very ashamed of myself. ...It's just that I've had a singularly terrible experience with a deadly poison. I WANTED TO LOOK MY OLD ENEMY IN THE EYE! SURELY YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THAT?!
Rei:
To find out if my suspicions were true, I confronted Miss Brett about the poison. I told her that if there were to be an incident involving it somehow, it wouldn't just be the university... ...the military would be dragged into it. The whole government, even. It would be a complete disaster!
Judge:
And how did Miss Brett respond to your concerns?
Rei:
She just curled those beautiful lips of hers and said she didn't know the first thing about it...in English, actually.
Menimemo:
If the courts weren't going to punish Brett for what she did, someone else would have to see justice done!
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
And was that someone else you, Menimemo-san?
Menimemo:
......... No comment.
Ryutaro:
Sorry?
Menimemo:
It was the accused who sent the Englishwoman to Hell. I just waved her off, that's all. Alright, yes, I got my hands a little dirty in the process, it's true. But you listen to me! My blade was restless at the injustice of it all! The woman got what she deserved! I say we should all applaud the young student girl for having the courage to rid the world of that menace!
Ryutaro:
It hasn't been proven that the defendant did anything of the sort!
Menimemo:
Heh heh heh... Sorry about that. Slip of the tongue.
Menimemo:
The point is...if you'd poisoned someone, there'd be no reason to then go and stab the person as well!
Press
Ryutaro:
Hold it!
Ryutaro:
Perhaps you doubted the efficacy of the poison and sought to make sure your victim would die!
Menimemo:
That's horse dung! 
Ryutaro:
What?
Menimemo:
That would be like pouring pepper on your Chinese ramen before you'd even tasted it! Completely reckless! Although...it might surprise you to learn that I am a bit of an impetuous pepper pourer as it happens.
Ryutaro:
(Once the victim had taken the poison, she would have been only minutes away from death. And yet, this man then proceeded to stab her in the back as well... There has to have been a good reason for that!)
Mikotoba:
If it was the reporter who gave the poison to Miss Brett, then clearly... ...he must have done it prior to Rei entering the hut.
Ryutaro:
Yes, that's undeniable.
Mikotoba:
But between him leaving the hut and the victim being stabbed... ...there was one very crucial change in the situation.
Ryutaro:
Sorry? (What change?)
Mikotoba:
The reporter overheard the conversation between Rei and the Englishwoman.
Ryutaro:
Ah! (Yes, that's it! That's when Menimemo-san first found out the exact nature of the poison he'd used. That could be the key here...)
Present Poison Article
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Well...I can think of one reason."
Mikotoba:
If the victim had unwittingly taken the poison already, the reporter would have had no reason to stab her... On the face of it, that logic sounds entirely reasonable.
Ryutaro:
But there's no question that this man was responsible for Miss Brett's murder.
Mikotoba:
If we could think of a plausible explanation as to why he might have stabbed her even after the poisoning... ...I feel sure that everything would drop into place. That's what we should be looking for.
Ryutaro:
Yes, I agree. And in order to do that, I must try to glean more information...
Ryutaro:
Well...I can think of one reason.
Menimemo:
Wha... What?!
Ryutaro:
But before I explain, I'd like you to confirm something for the court. Did you glean all the information for this newspaper article from what you overheard outside the hut?
Menimemo:
.........
Soseki:
Of course he did! There can be no question of that! After all, when we were all in the laboratory together... ...all we were told is that it was a terrible toxin!
Ryutaro:
And there is one more important fact to consider. According to the witness, Membami-san's 'verbal attack' against the victim began as soon as she entered the hut. In other words, it would have been impossible for her to have slipped the poison into Miss Brett's drink!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Where are you going with this, Counsel?
Ryutaro:
Menimemo-san has made it quite clear that he observed every single thing that happened in the beach hut. If the defendant had somehow found an opportunity, this man would have seen it!
Menimemo:
Agh!
Mikotoba:
Which means that Miss Brett couldn't have imbibed the poison whilst the defendant was present. In fact...it must have been administered to her before Membami-san entered the hut.
Judge:
Yes, very articulately put.
Rei:
When I walked into the hut, I immediately started to press Miss Brett about the poison.
Ryutaro:
At which point, Menimemo-san overheard some worrying information.
Auchi:
Worrying information? What worrying information?
Ryutaro:
The information which he subsequently included in his newspaper article. Namely... ...that the poison was being developed in strict secrecy, and that it couldn't be readily obtained.
Mikotoba:
Absolutely. In fact, that's quite an understatement. The only possible place it could come from is my lab.
Ryutaro:
And furthermore, anyone afflicted by the poison would exhibit telltale signs in death.
Rei:
The extreme constriction of the pupils. Yes...it's quite stark when you see it. There are other poisons that show similar symptoms, but not among new substances that are undetectable.
Ryutaro:
In other words, it would be clear that the victim's life had been ended by the use of this particular poison... ...which would reduce the number of suspects to only a handful of people!
Judge:
Ah!
Mikotoba:
Everyone in my laboratory is aware of the unique properties of the toxin we've been developing. None of them would be foolish enough to attempt to use it for some nefarious deed. ...Membami-san being no exception.
Ryutaro:
Therefore, we can conclude, that whoever administered this unique poison to the victim... ...was a layperson, unaware of its telltale properties.
Auchi:
Ugh... Hnnngh...
Ryutaro:
In other words, someone like you... Raiten Menimemo!
Menimemo:
GYAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Ryutaro:
It was you who stole the poison from the laboratory that day! And it was you who administered it to the unwitting victim. But you quickly realised...that was a terrible mistake!
Rei:
...Because the poison caused such unusual symptoms and was so traceable...
Menimemo:
.........
Ryutaro:
As you listened in from the far side of the beach hut's thin walls, you learnt of these facts. But you'd already given the victim the poison at that point. It was too late. So you hatched a plan to disguise your mistake. A plan that involved stabbing the victim in the back through the reed screen!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
But... But what good could that possibly do?
Ryutaro:
Isn't it obvious, Counsel? The plan was to kill Miss Brett before the poison could take effect!
Menimemo:
...!
Mikotoba:
Once in the blood, the poison causes the onset of pupil constriction. But he had hoped to precipitate the victim's death before that happened, hadn't he?
Ryutaro:
Exactly. Because without any revealing signs of the new secret poison's use, no one would ever have suspected!
Judge:
This is...extraordinary!
Ryutaro:
Yes, the effects of the poison meant it would be too easily identified, so the killer had to mask its use. Which he attempted to do by plunging a knife into the middle of the victim's back!
Menimemo:
Hnnng...hnnngh...
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! The argument presented is sound. The court is satisfied that it warrants consideration. Does the prosecution have a counter-argument it wishes to put forward?
Auchi:
Well...um...there are a number of... I mean...yes! I counter completely!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
The prosecution's evasive response clearly shows... ...that in much the same way as he nurtures the remnants of his topknot, he is clinging to lost hope!
Auchi:
Lo...Lost...HOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!
Menimemo:
Hold it!
Menimemo:
Argh! You pathetic, useless, fallen samurai!
Auchi:
Fallen?! Who are you calling fallen? My burgeoning growth is, is on the rise...
Menimemo:
I don't need a counter-argument!
Ryutaro:
Wha...What are you talking about?
Menimemo:
It should be blatantly obvious. I stole the poison, you say. Gave it to the victim, you say. Stabbed her, you say. ...Lots of fine theories. But I don't need a counter-argument, because you don't have an argument yourself! Where's your evidence?
Ryutaro:
...!
Menimemo:
Yes, you make it all sound so plausible, don't you? But without evidence, it means nothing. Whereas I... I base my news on facts!
Judge:
Facts? What do you mean? Explain yourself!
Menimemo:
I mean...what the professor said earlier in this trial. It's all here! In my many memos! Every word! Every slip of the tongue! All noted! That's what the Shoyu News is famous for! It's the power of the printed word!
Judge:
But surely it would be no easy task to steal a highly secret toxin being developed for the government?
Mikotoba:
Indeed. All visitors to the laboratory are thoroughly searched when they leave. Even if a thief managed to avoid being seen by myself or a colleague, getting the poison out would be very difficult.
Menimemo:
How's that then? Blown the story wide open? See...I, Raiten Menimemo...a mere reporter from the Shoyu News... ...couldn't possibly have stolen that poison from the professor's laboratory!
Ryutaro:
AAAAAAGH! (But there can't be any question of it... He must have stolen the poison that day. He stole it...and used it to kill... And if that's the case...) As you've identified, the poison itself is the definitive evidence we need. Because whoever stole it from the laboratory that day is the true culprit here.
Menimemo:
What's your point, you annoyingly handsome country bumpkin?
Ryutaro:
My point is this: there is one way that you, Menimemo-san... ...could have stolen the poison that day!
Menimemo:
...!
Judge:
I have heard enough verbal conjecture now, thank you. What the court must be shown...is evidence. What proof do you have that this witness stole the poison on the day in question?
Present Fountain Pen (after examining inkwell)
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"The proof, Your Excellency...is this fountain pen."
Present anything else
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
Well...I think you'll agree that it's clearly demonstrated by this piece of evidence here!
Judge:
By that you intend to prove that the witness stole the poison? How exactly, Counsel?
Ryutaro:
Ah, you couldn't know that until you'd attempted it yourself, Your Excellency.
Judge:
That being the case, you will attempt it yourself next time before proposing the idea in my courtroom!
Ryutaro:
(Oh dear... That didn't go down as well as I'd hoped.)
Mikotoba:
The phial in which the poison is kept is still in the laboratory. Which means that the thief must have transferred a quantity of it to another container.
Ryutaro:
Don't give it all away, Father! So, what you're saying is, I should be looking for a piece of evidence that could be used as some kind of vessel.
Mikotoba:
Well, yes... That is more or less what I said, indeed.
Ryutaro:
(I must have another good look through the Court Record...before Father solves this whole thing for me!)
Leads back to:
"What proof do you have that this witness stole the poison on the day in question?"
Ryutaro:
The proof, Your Excellency...is this fountain pen.
Menimemo:
Agh!
Judge:
A fountain pen? How can that possibly be relevant?
Ryutaro:
These magical pens somehow seem to have enough ink to write many thousands of kanji characters. I believe they arrived in our country for the first time some fifteen years ago now.
Auchi:
Bah! I swear by a weasel-hair calligraphy brush and nothing else! These newfangled pens are merely a fad!
Soseki:
Well, as a forward-thinking man of words, obviously I love my fountain pen. Suck up a soupçon of sumptuous ink, and one's work is awash with words in the blink of an eye!
Ryutaro:
That's right. Fountain pens have a small reservoir in the barrel... ...into which ink is sucked up through the nib of the pen in order to write with later.
Auchi:
What does all this talking of sucking up ink have... Ah!
Ryutaro:
And just as it's possible to suck ink up into the reservoir... ...it's also possible to eject it through the nib again, of course.
Judge:
My word... Can, can this really be...?
Ryutaro:
Well, Menimemo-san?
Menimemo:
Ah...erm...
Ryutaro:
When you saw the deadly poison before your eyes in the laboratory that day... ...you used your fountain pen - your very lifeblood - to steal some of it, didn't you? By siphoning the poison up through the nib and into the pen's reservoir!
Menimemo:
GAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
More absurdity! That never happened!
Ryutaro:
True, we've heard that there were procedures in place to prevent thefts like this from the laboratory. But would anyone have thought to look inside a fountain pen of all places?
Mikotoba:
No...I'm a little ashamed to say... ...that for fear of offending our guests, such a detailed search would not have been conducted.
Judge:
Well, this is quite startling, I must say...
Ryutaro:
I remind the court that this pen was found in the clutches of the victim when she died. In other words, it was dropped at the scene by Menimemo-san.
Menimemo:
.........
Ryutaro:
So the crucial question is...when exactly was the pen dropped?
Judge:
Are, are you suggesting...?
Ryutaro:
The natural conclusion is that in your haste to act whilst the victim was distracted for a moment... ...you dropped the pen after you emptied the poison from it into her glass!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
There could be any number of alternative explanations! For, for example... ...the witness could have been using his pen to write down details of his conversation with the victim... ...and when shocked by one of her outrageous answers, the pen fell from his quivering hand!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
No, that can't be. If it was, how do you explain why the pen was devoid of ink?
Auchi:
What?
Ryutaro:
As you can see for yourself if you examine the evidence, there would appear to be no ink present in the reservoir. What newspaper reporter goes to interview someone with nothing in his pen?! No! The pen was dropped after the poison that filled its reservoir had been emptied into the victim's glass!
Menimemo:
Hnnnrgh...
Judge:
Witness! What do you have to say in your defence?
Menimemo:
......... Waaaaaah hah hah hah hah hah! So this is how our 'modern' justice system works, is it? So what if the ink in my pen runs dry? So what if my pencil snaps? I can always claw my way back into the game! I have plenty in reserve! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! You claim I sucked the poison up into my pen? That's wild speculation, nothing more! If you thought you could bring down a fine, upstanding citizen with a trick like that, think again!
Mikotoba:
Hm... It looks as though it's going to take one final decisive blow to finish this matter.
Judge:
As I see it, the situation is now very simple. It rests upon whether or not this witness did indeed steal the poison on the day in question. And therefore...it all depends upon whether or not the defence can prove that he did with evidence!
Menimemo:
Hah! No such evidence could possibly exist!
Ryutaro:
Objection!
Ryutaro:
Menimemo-san... This is how our modern justice system works!
Menimemo:
What?
Ryutaro:
In the courtroom, evidence is everything. Something you would do well to remember. Because we are well past the point of speculation at this stage, I assure you!
Menimemo:
...!
Judge:
Very well, then. I call upon the defence to present the aforementioned evidence.
Ryutaro:
(This is it, then. This will be the final piece in the puzzle.) The defence can prove, by means of this item, that it was the witness's pen that was used to steal the poison!
Present Chemical Reagent
Ryutaro:
Leads to:
"Counsel, what is that bottle?"
Present anything else
Ryutaro:
Judge:
You believe that this evidence will prove beyond doubt that the witness used his pen to steal the poison?
Ryutaro:
What do you believe, Your Excellency?
Judge:
I believe you are gravely misguided.
Ryutaro:
(Misguided? Oh dear...) Well...I believe I could do better next time!
Leads back to:
"The defence can prove, by means of this item, that it was the witness's pen that was used to steal the poison!"
Judge:
Counsel, what is that bottle?
Ryutaro:
This bottle contains the unique chemical reagent that can identify the poison in question.
Auchi:
Ah!
Mikotoba:
Yes, that poison is an entirely new synthesis of alkaloids developed by my colleagues and I... It would be impossible to detect traces of it by any other method.
Ryutaro:
Or...from another perspective... ...simply with this chemical reagent, anybody at all could check for traces of the poison.
Menimemo:
A, a reagent? What?
Ryutaro:
One drop of the contents of this bottle on the tip of your fountain pen, Menimemo-san... ...is all it will take...to solve this case beyond all reasonable doubt!
Menimemo:
Ugh...argh...hnnnrgh... No... You can't... I won't...!
Rei:
Your crimes are bad enough...but at least know when to admit defeat!
Ryutaro:
Your Excellency... ...the defence requests permission to carry out the test on the fountain pen at once!
Menimemo:
Hurgh... Hyaaaaaaaaaaaaaah............ This isn't my fault! The empire drove me to this! Trying to hold its head high as a civilized nation! But bowing its head to every foreign power's whim! I took up arms in the form of the mighty pen! I fought tirelessly on the battlefield of news! All in the name of justice! And righteousness! Yes! Menimemoism is the paragon of justice! MENI-MENI-MENI-MENI-MENI-MENI-MENIMEMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Rei:
Susato! With me!
Ryutaro:
I'm there!
Haiiiiii-YAAAAAAAAAH!
Rei:
Did I do it right? That was a Susato Takedown, wasn't it?
Ryutaro:
Not quite. That...was a Ryutaro Takedown.
Ryutaro:
The instant the first drop of the reagent touched the nib of the fountain pen... ...it was clear to everyone present...
Menimemo:
When I saw it there in the lab... The poison... I just... The devil got hold of me, and... I decided to do it on a whim. I excused myself and emptied all the ink down the sink in the bathroom, washing the reservoir out carefully.
Ryutaro:
And then you waited for an opportunity to suck up some of the poison, didn't you? Into your fountain pen.
Menimemo:
Yes...that's right.
Mikotoba:
Answer me one thing, Menimemo-san... Why did you steal it? For what purpose?
Menimemo:
Isn't it obvious? To find out what it was made of and expose it in an article. I mean, it was a secret project after all. Too juicy for a journo like me to pass up...
Auchi:
Then, then why did the Englishwoman end up dead?
Menimemo:
......... I went into that hut intending to quiz her on her situation, that's all. As a reporter. A known killer, enjoying full freedom... Evading justice by leaving the country... I told her what I thought about it. And she...she just laughed in my face!
Brett:
Oh, what's this? A Far Eastern caveman purporting to practise journalism? Really, you must learn the difference between reporting and listening at doorways...you ignorant plebeian.
Menimemo:
What...what did you call me?!
Brett:
This country, with its pretensions to a justice system... To a free press... It's really very depressing. You see our superior ways in the West, yet you lack the mental capacity to emulate them. Get out of here, you oaf. Get out, and crawl back into the cave you came from.
Menimemo:
...!
Menimemo:
That's when I remembered... ...about the deadly poison I happened to have in my pen at the time.
Judge:
What a terrible tale...
Menimemo:
In my head, I knew I should just get out of there as quickly as possible. But I couldn't! I couldn't let her get away with what she'd done, when she clearly had no remorse at all. I suppose...it was my journo spirit. Getting all fired up.
Ryutaro:
I'd like to ask you something...
Menimemo:
Yes?
Ryutaro:
You often talk about justice... ...but surely as a journalist, you could have used other means to deliver the justice you sought.
Menimemo:
......... There's no justice in the press.
Ryutaro:
Sorry?
Menimemo:
After that trial nine months ago, I kept digging and digging to find out what had happened in that courtroom. And finally, I discovered the truth. It was a cover-up, that's what it was!
Ryutaro:
A, a cover-up? What do you mean?
Judge:
I would remind you of your position, witness! Be careful of what you say.
Menimemo:
Oh, come on! Doesn't it strike you as strange? We're suddenly not allowed to convict a foreign national? Consular jurisdiction should never have come into it! And yet that puffed-up Englishwoman was going to sail away into the sunset a free woman. The only possible explanation is that, behind the scenes, some deal had gone down between Britain and Japan!
Ryutaro:
What sort of deal?
Menimemo:
I'd done my research. Dug up all the dirt. It was all ready to be published. But you know what happened? The editor just tore the article up!
Mikotoba:
He came under pressure from the government, you mean?
Menimemo:
If our government is going to let criminals walk free... If they're going to crush the free press... ...then what choice do I have but to see that justice is done myself?!
Ryutaro:
Let's not forget, Menimemo-san... ...that you committed murder yourself, and you tried to lay the blame at the defendant's door. I'm sorry, but you're no better than Jezaille Brett.
Menimemo:
Wha...?
Ryutaro:
The truth is...you have no right to talk about justice at all!
Menimemo:
I... I suppose...
Judge:
It would appear that we have reached a conclusion in this trial at last. Counsel for the Defence...Ryutaro Naruhodo...
Ryutaro:
......... Oh! Ah! Yes! Ahem! Sorry, Your Excellency, just musing in a manly way here...
Judge:
It's almost unbelievable that this is your first experience of the Supreme Court. It was an excellent performance. In truth...it very much reminded me of your cousin's exploits.
Ryutaro:
Oh! Naruhodo-sa... Ryu-Ryunosuke, you mean?
Judge:
The way he handled the trial nine months ago, and the way you handled this one... It gives me hope that we are genuinely entering a new era of justice in this land.
Ryutaro:
That's very flattering, Your Excellency.
Judge:
Hearing the defence you put forward today made me feel most keenly... ...that the future of our justice system will be forged by you and your contemporaries.
Ryutaro:
Thank you.
Judge:
So, Prosecutor Auchi, do you have any final thoughts?
Auchi:
.........
Ryutaro:
P-Prosecutor Auchi...?
Auchi:
I, Taketsuchi of the Auchi clan, have been bested by a callow youth not once now...but twice... If there was any shred of my former self left, it has withered and died here today.
Ryutaro:
Gosh, your journey to cultural enlightenment sure took a while, didn't it?
Auchi:
Silence! Rather than living on in shame... ...I will end it all now with this blade. For that is the true path to Auchiism!
Ryutaro:
Auchi...ism...?
Mikotoba:
One hopes that's the only way in which he'll be modelling himself after the witness...
Auchi:
......... 'Sprig of my topknot...the time is right for farewell... Hope is lost forever.'
-Taketsuchi
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
Now, in regard to the defendant, Rei Membami-san...
Rei:
Yes, Your Excellency?
Judge:
I have reached my final verdict. I hereby find you...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
13th August, 2:38 p.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Defendants' Antechamber 3
Susato:
(It's over... My heart is still pounding in my chest, though. It's all I can do just to stay standing. Lawyers have such great responsibility. Such a great burden to bear. Don't they, Naruhodo-san...)
???:
Susato! Susato!
Rei:
Thank you! Thank you so much! You were...so dashing in there!
Susato:
Rei! And Father...
Rei:
Honestly, I'm so touched by everything you've... Oh no, I think I'm going to cry!
Susato:
It wasn't easy, but together we made it. I was on the verge of tears at the end, too.
Rei:
The only reason I'm still here is because of you.
Susato:
Oh no! I can't take all the credit. It took courage to tell the truth in there. You did wonderfully, Rei. So I would have to say that the congratulations belong to you.
Rei:
......... Susato! Don't be so standoffish!
Susato:
Sorry?
Rei:
We're friends! Equals! And the trial's over. So no more of this formal, super humility nonsense! It's time to celebrate with swagger! To throw caution to the wind!
Susato:
Caution to the...? What?
Rei:
'I'm the great defence lawyer, Ryutaro Naruhodo! And I'm taking you out to a milk bar tomorrow!' ...Or something.
Susato:
Right...I see... I'll, um, think about it, Rei...
Rei:
At any rate, we really knocked the wind out of that horrid man! And it felt so good!
Susato:
Yes! It was satisfying.
Rei:
It really was! Isn't there anybody else we could throw together?
Mikotoba:
I hope you're not looking at me, Rei.
Rei:
Oh! My! Goodness! No, of course not! Of COURSE not!
Susato:
(Ah, there it is at last. Rei's lovely smile...)
Mikotoba:
You fought for your friend to the very last. As your father, I'm extremely proud of you... Defence Attorney Ryutaro Naruhodo.
Susato:
Thank you! But I couldn't have done it without your help. Anyway...it's time to bid farewell to Ryutaro, I think. I shall miss him in a way, but...it's back to Susato Mikotoba now.
Rei:
So...I'll never see him again, then... What a terrible shame!
???:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Soseki:
WH-WH-WHAT...IS H-H-HAPPENING?!
Susato:
Ah, Soseki-san and Inspector Hosonaga. I do hope you've been keeping well?
Hosonaga:
Is, is, is that...r-r-really you?
Susato:
Yes, I had to change my appearance for...well, obvious reasons, I hope. But it's me... ...Susato Mikotoba.
Soseki:
I, I d-d-don't... So dashing... So divine... NO! Doubly dashing! Yes, and, and... Devilishly divine! Just look at you! I had no idea, Miss Susato-san Esquiress, that you were Locum Student Naruhodo-san Esquire's cousin!
Astonishingly Astounding Ace Attorney!
Susato:
(Poor Soseki-san... So confused... I still remember the first time I ever met him. He was in a prison cell in London. What an extraordinary conundrum it was that the unwitting student from Japan found himself embroiled in. But after Naruhodo-san's skilful defence at the Old Bailey, Soseki-san was free to return to Japan. And now he seems to have earned himself great fame as an author.)
Hosonaga:
I'm stunned! That's a truly impressive disguise... Even I had no idea, and I'm a chief inspector at the police bureau! Who came up with Mr Turtle, no less!
Mikotoba:
I'm not sure you should be admitting to that, Inspector.
Hosonaga:
Amazing... You're a woman of many faces, I see.
Susato:
(Just two, really. And this was a once-in-a-lifetime event...I hope.) Oh, I'm not a patch on you though, Inspector.
Hosonaga:
Well...I am a professional, of course.
Susato:
(I do worry about Inspector Hosonaga sometimes, I really do... Nine months ago, when he appeared here at the Supreme Court to testify... ...he was undercover, disguised as the head waiter of a restaurant. And then on the steamship to Great Britain, of course. Disguised as a sailor to keep us safe on the journey. Though that didn't help you, did it? Kazuma-sama...)
Hosonaga:
From my perspective, I have to admit that I have mixed feelings about all this. I mean, now the truth has been lost forever...
Soseki:
What do you mean?
Hosonaga:
I'm talking about the murder that the Englishwoman committed at the end of last year.
Soseki:
Ah yes! It was an English doctor she killed, as I understand it.
Mikotoba:
Dr John H. Wilson, yes. The man I invited to Japan personally.
Hosonaga:
The mystery is...why did she kill him? And now that the culprit herself is dead, we'll probably never know the answer.
Susato:
......... On the voyage to Great Britain, we had a most unexpected encounter. With Mr Herlock Sholmes, the great detective, I mean.
Hosonaga:
Yes, I remember Mr Sholmes well, of course.
Soseki:
Ah...my arch-nemesis. How lightly you utter his name...
Susato:
Well, according to the stories published about him in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'... ...the detective once had a partner who helped him solve crimes. A best friend. And that man was an exceptional doctor of medicine...by the name of John H. Wilson.
Rei:
What?! Dr...Dr Wilson?!
Susato:
I just can't believe that it's a coincidence. I think that the English doctor of medicine killed here in Japan nine months ago... ...must have been the friend and partner of Mr Sholmes!
Mikotoba:
.........
Susato:
(And if that's really true... ...then the poor girl...won't ever see her beloved father again.)
Mikotoba:
......... As you know... ...I travelled to Great Britain once myself to study. It was around the time you were born.
Susato:
Yes, Grandmother told me about it.
Mikotoba:
On returning to Japan, I took up my professorship at the Imperial Yumei University. But I also serve another role, as an adviser to the government on diplomatic affairs.
Susato:
...Yes, I was aware of that as well.
Mikotoba:
In that case, I'm sure you understand...that there are some confidential matters I cannot divulge to you.
Susato:
......... Could you just tell me one thing? Why did you summon me back to Japan?
Mikotoba:
...!
Susato:
It's been two months now since I returned. When I left England, it was because an urgent telegram had arrived from Japan. It said that you'd collapsed with a high fever, and you were growing weaker by the day...
Rei:
Whaaat? Where did that news come from?
Susato:
That's what I'd like to know. Because after that long sea voyage, I found you in fine health, Father. Was there something in Great Britain that you perceived might inconvenience me in some way? Or harm me? That's really the only explanation I can think of.
Mikotoba:
......... Dear me... Do you reserve your most cutting glares for your father, Susato? I'm sorry, my dear, I simply can't-
???:
AAARGH! LET ME GOOOOOO!
Menimemo:
Hahh...hahh...hahh...
Susato:
Me-Menimemo-san!
Rei:
So, one throw wasn't enough for you!
Menimemo:
I've got one last thing to say before they take me away... Professor!
Mikotoba:
Me?!
Menimemo:
I know the truth! I know you had a hand in what went on! In that visiting student's fate!
Hosonaga:
Visiting student...? Jezaille Brett, you mean?
Menimemo:
No, not her! The student of law who left for Great Britain eight months ago!
Susato:
Wha... (Student of law? He, he must mean... ...Kazuma-sama!) What are you talking about? What does any of this have to do with Kazuma-sama?!
Menimemo:
Nobody here in Japan knows anything about it! They don't know that the guy never made it to England! That he died on that steamship! And that he'll never-
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Judge:
Well, I didn't expect to find him in here. What were you officers playing at?
Bailiff:
Terribly sorry, Your Excellency!
Judge:
I was coming to tell you that the rickshaw has arrived, Yujin. And it's a good job I came by.
Mikotoba:
Yes, thank you for dealing with him. And I'll be there shortly.
Susato:
Oh! Um...Your Excellency...
Judge:
Hah hah hah hah! The trial's over. I'm not 'Your Excellency' any more. Merely your father's friend, Seishiro Jigoku. And may I say that since I saw you last, you seem to have taken on a more...dashing appearance... ...Susato.
Susato:
...! Did you...know all along? From the start of the trial?
Judge:
Hah hah hah hah! A judge sees everything, Susato.
Mikotoba:
I couldn't let you take the risk. If Seishiro here hadn't known and then he'd recognised you... So I had a word in his ear beforehand. As an old friend. So, Seishiro...shall we?
Judge:
Yes. Having ruled on that case, we now have various diplomatic issues to address...
Susato:
Before you go, Father...!
Mikotoba:
Sorry, my dear. We shall have to return to our earlier conversation at a later date. But well done again, both of you. You did admirably.
Rei:
Oh... Thank you very much!
Judge:
What did you think of my Seishiro Sling, eh? It's been a while since I sent a man flying like that. Hah hah hah hah!
Susato:
(Whatever could Father be hiding from me?  About Jezaille Brett... About Dr Wilson... And now, it seems, according to the reporter... ...about Kazuma-sama. I'm going to have to bring this up with Father sometime... ...when nobody else is around.)
Soseki:
Um... Judicial Assistant Mikotoba-san Esquiress... Could I...have a word?
Susato:
Oh! Yes, of course, Soseki-san. What is it?
Soseki:
I think perhaps...it could be fate that we're meeting again like this now. You see... ...there's something I need to tell you.
Susato:
Oh?
Soseki:
I believe... ...that it may be related to the reason why your father summoned you back from England.
Susato:
...! (This I have to hear!) Please, Soseki-san! Tell me at once!
Soseki:
I WILL! I WILL, I WILL, I WILL! ......... As you know, my time in England was...terrible. Cursed, I have no doubt. Such awful things I was embroiled in... Thank goodness Locum Student Naruhodo-san Esquire stepped in... After he secured my freedom, I couldn't wait to get on a ship back here to my homeland. Having arrived in Japan, I submitted a report about my experiences to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The next thing I knew, I had a visitor. It was your father, Professor Mikotoba. He wanted to ask me all sorts of things about my report.
Susato:
My father...?
Soseki:
He seemed to be especially taken with a particular part of the report. Anyway, he left eventually, having thoroughly quizzed me. But it was the very next day that he sent the telegram to you asking you to return to Japan.
Susato:
What was it, then? The particular part my father was interested in...
Soseki:
......... I don't really know exactly. But do you remember them? Those two terrible cases I was c-c-caught up in?
Susato:
Of course. I could never forget.
Soseki:
Your f-father seemed to concern himself mainly w-with the second case.
Susato:
The second one? You mean... ...the one Mr Sholmes forbade any of us to talk about in public?
Soseki:
...!
Susato:
Which is why the only case involving you that any member of the public is aware of, is the first.
Soseki:
Well, I don't care! I don't have to listen to what that dastardly detective says! Anyway, the point is... ...it seems that case somehow holds the key to all these curious unanswered questions. That horrific, hideous, heinous case... The case of the haunted lodgings...
Susato:
(That case somehow caused my father to summon me urgently back to Japan...? I thought that whole business was over. But it seems I was wrong... Perhaps that was only the start. Perhaps the story...is not yet told...)
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Susato:
...So the mystery of that Englishwoman's death is solved, thank goodness. And having stood in the Supreme Court now, I think I can comprehend a little better... ...how you must be feeling as you fight for people's freedom in a foreign land, Naruhodo-san. But actually, I'm writing to you today because of another matter. I met Soseki-san, and we talked about that second case he was involved in. Father has said nothing to me, but I feel certain of it... That case holds the key to some great, unsolved mystery. My notes on the case should still be in the office, tucked away at the back of the shelves on the left. Perhaps you might like to look over them again? Today, for the first time this year, it feels as though summer has arrived. The sky is a brilliant blue. ...It makes me long to see you again.
Yours, Susato
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
The witness's statement is definitively contradicted by this piece of evidence!
Judge:
Is that so, Counsel? Then perhaps you would care to explain to the court precisely how?
Ryutaro:
How...? Well...definitively?
Judge:
The contradiction lies in your apparent eagerness to present an empty argument, I feel.
Ryutaro:
(Perhaps I need to reconsider...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
Your Excellency! I must object to the witness's last statement!
Judge:
And the evidence you've thrust in my direction is supposed to prove your point?
Ryutaro:
...I apologise. I did present it rather more forcefully than I'd intended to.
Judge:
You will kindly refrain from these overly exuberant outbursts, Counsel. Be they verbal or material.
Ryutaro:
(He really put me in my place there...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryutaro:
Ryutaro:
What about the witness's last statement there! Well?
Judge:
The question is, Counsel, what about those wide eyes of yours? Well?
Ryutaro:
(Ugh... Alright, I just need to try to remain calm and examine the evidence again.)
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryutaro:
...Nothing appears obviously out of the ordinary here, does it?
Too many penalties
Judge:
That will do! I am now satisfied that no reasonable doubt remains in this matter. The defence has consistently failed to refute adequately the assertions of the prosecution. Therefore, I hereby pronounce the defendant, Rei Membami...
Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
The Adventure of the Clouded Kokoro
Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
Episode IV
The Adventure of the Clouded Kokoro
Anime cutscene
'I begin to think, Wilson,' said Sholmes, turning his head languidly in my direction, 'that there is more to this case than that which we have observed. Indeed, that there may be another part to this story that we are yet to discover.' His eyes wandered, following the steam rising from his cup of herbal tea, leading him to the distant memory of that snowy evening - to the young lady, collapsed on the pavement along Briar Road, and to the knife in her back. Lit in the soft glow of gas lamps, a most extraordinary scene had been set, and under the cover of a light fog, the curtain had risen silently on the insoluble mystery of our invisible killer.
19th February, 9:47 a.m.
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Ryunosuke:
These are the Scales of Justice. They're a symbol of the defence, aren't they?
Susato:
Yes, that's right. The scales are a symbol of fairness, to show that all are treated equally in the eyes of the law. And they're a warning to those who enter the courtroom without an impartial mind. 
Ryunosuke:
But if they're the mark of the defence... ...it would be more auspicious if they were weighing more heavily on the 'not guilty' side, I think. 
Susato:
......... Very impartial, I'm sure.
Inside of armband
Ryunosuke:
The lawyer's name is embroidered on the inside here, look. 'Kazuma Asogi'... This was his band, of course. 
Susato:
He had his heart set on this study tour in Great Britain. 
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure he would have found the truth he longed for here. (...But he lost his life before he even had the chance to see the place.)
Susato:
I have such a strong sense of his hopes and dreams when I look at this armband, though.
Susato:
Did you sleep last night, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
No...not at all.
Susato:
It was an enormous hotel, wasn't it? The rooms were so luxurious! I felt like we were staying in a palace! And with all the gas lights twinkling, it was brighter than day even in the middle of the night!
Ryunosuke:
What about the enormous beds? After my time on the SS Burya, I wasn't going to waste a single inch of that space. I spent the entire night rolling from one side of the mattress to the other.
Susato:
Oh yes, it really was the sort of night you can only dream of normally. Except... ...when I learnt that we owed three pounds for the rooms, that dream quickly turned into a nightmare.
Ryunosuke:
Oops! ...Sorry about that. The building was so impressive, and the entrance so inviting, I just...wandered in without thinking.
Susato:
In a lodging house in Japan, that sum of money would put a roof over your head for a whole year. I did try, but...I'm afraid I couldn't help my tears when we were presented with the bill.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... I really am sorry...
Susato:
Well, never mind. We must find some more affordable lodgings straight away, though. If we're not careful, our entire stipend will be used up in ten days or less.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... London is a scary place...
Ah, good morning to you at this early hour.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes! Um...we...erm... Well!
Susato:
...Good morning to you, Lord Chief Justice. We have come to report on the outcome of the trial at the Old Bailey yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san is amazing. She doesn't bat an eyelid, even in the presence of the imposing Lord Stronghart.)
Stronghart:
Yes, I believe you had a very comprehensive initiation into British courtroom practices.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes! It was very...eye-opening, thank you!
Susato:
And...in accordance with your instructions, Lord Stronghart... ...Mr Naruhodo performed his duty to the end.
Stronghart:
Yes...I've already been apprised of events. You conducted a remarkable defence. ...You may consider the test passed.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Stronghart:
No longer are you a student from the Empire of Japan... You may henceforth claim to be...a fully fledged lawyer! My country is delighted to welcome young talent from such a remote Eastern land.
Ryunosuke:
Um...thank you very much! (So...I'm a lawyer now...)
Stronghart:
Now, in view of your new appointment, I have a fresh case in mind for you. I'd like you to take it on at once. ...I trust that won't be a problem?
Ryunosuke:
Another case? Already?
Stronghart:
Nothing trains a lawyer better than practical experience. ...I'm sure I don't sense dissatisfaction, do I?
Ryunosuke:
......... It's just that yesterday's trial ended...unusually. I haven't quite come to terms with it.
Stronghart:
What's to come to terms with? The man was cleared. ...What more were you hoping for?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
The culpability of the defendant has not, at the present time, been established by this court. Consequently... ...the jury will not be required to proffer judgement.
McGilded:
Well, Lord van Zieks...it's been a pleasure, so it has. And as for you, my dear fella...I couldn't have asked for a better defence!
Wah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
I just can't help wondering... if Mr McGilded really was innocent?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
It's just that I never managed to ascertain the truth. And then the trial ended.
Stronghart:
......... Well, you needn't let it trouble you for a second longer.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
What do you mean, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
Magnus McGilded passed away. Immediately following the trial.
Susato:
No!
Ryunosuke:
What?! Mr... Mr McGilded is... ...dead?!
Stronghart:
I have nineteen minutes and forty-one seconds until my next engagement. ...Time enough to talk.
Examine
Bookshelves
Ryunosuke:
Just look at all the knotty books packed together on these shelves! They go from floor to ceiling!
Susato:
And they're all books that you couldn't hope to come by in Japan. It's like a dream!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...a very bad dream.
Susato:
They're not all about British law, either. There are books about the judicial systems of other Western nations. France, Germany, Spain, Holland...
Ryunosuke:
What about Russia?
Susato:
Why do you ask?
Ryunosuke:
I was wondering about asking the Lord Chief Justice how you say 'wardrobe' in Russian. What do you think?
Susato:
...I think, perhaps, it's a thought best abandoned.
Armor
Ryunosuke:
Look at these menacing metal giants facing each other across the room!
Susato:
I believe they're... Yes, they're suits of armour.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, right... I thought maybe they were like the lion-dogs we have in Japan guarding shrine gates.
Susato:
No, not at all. In fact, in Europe, suits of armour like these are always possessed by evil spirits, you know. And they roam around in the middle of the night.
Ryunosuke:
Really? ...Is there nothing you don't know, Miss Susato?
Susato:
This book tells me everything I need to know about everything. If you're ever unsure, just ask!
Ryunosuke:
(Where did she get that incredible tome?!)
Gears
Ryunosuke:
Is this...some kind of clock?
Susato:
Actually, I, I think we might be INSIDE some sort of giant clock. But those gears are larger than anything you'd find on a steam locomotive, even!
Ryunosuke:
It's...eerie. Do you think clocks are some sort of hobby of his? The Lord Chief Justice, I mean.
Susato:
Well, boys do enjoy fiddling around with machines, don't they?
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure you could 'fiddle' with cogs that size! And I'm certain you couldn't call him a 'boy'! (Still, it's amazing how little noise the cogs make, considering how large they are. There's actually something quite soothing about their precise rhythm...)
Chair or desk
Susato:
This must be the Lord Chief Justice's desk. I believe it's made of marble.
Ryunosuke:
It looks more like an over-the-top tombstone that's toppled over to me.
Susato:
I think that's your fanciful imagination at work again, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
It feels like everything that's normally made of wood and paper at home... ...is made of bricks and stone here.
Susato:
I know. That's why this place feels so overbearing, I'm sure.
Converse
McGilded's death
Ryunosuke:
I don't understand! What happened?! How can he be dead?
Stronghart:
After the trial concluded yesterday, there was a great commotion in the Old Bailey. As you'll presumably recall, an omnibus had been wheeled into the courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course. That was the scene of the crime which Mr McGilded had been accused of.
Stronghart:
Precisely. Well, while the bailiff's attention was diverted by some other matter, the omnibus went up in flames.
Ryunosuke:
No...
Susato:
How could such a thing have happened?
Stronghart:
That is being investigated as we speak. But already... ...the police have identified a corpse found inside the charred shell of the carriage as that of McGilded.
Ryunosuke:
That's awful!
Stronghart:
The man must have slipped inside whilst the bailiff's attention was elsewhere.
Ryunosuke:
(...That bailiff really needs to pay more attention.)
Susato:
And how could THAT have happened?
Stronghart:
That is also being investigated as we speak.
Susato:
......... Thinking back now... ...immediately after the trial, Mr McGilded did mention going back into the courtroom to look at the omnibus.
McGilded:
Well, I must be makin' tracks now. 'Tis time for the inspection.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What inspection? 
McGilded:
They're goin' to examine the omnibus again, so I'm told. I asked if I could be present for it meself.
Stronghart:
An inspection of the omnibus? Not to my knowledge. I don't believe Scotland Yard had any intention of re-examining the carriage.
Ryunosuke:
But... Then who was Mr McGilded talking about?
Stronghart:
Never mind that now. The Yard is making a thorough investigation. This matter is no longer any concern of yours. Leave it to the police.
Susato:
Poor Mr McGilded...
British court
Stronghart:
So...how did you find your first taste of our country's supreme court?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Well, um...I don't know... I mean! It was...wow!
Susato:
...Mr Naruhodo means that the whole experience was steeped in the solemnity of Great Britain's long history. It's really a world apart from our own judicial system in Japan, which is only a few short decades old.
Ryunosuke:
(...Wow, Susato-san has such a way with words.)
Susato:
...And you seem to have a way of failing to find the right ones.
Stronghart:
The judicial system here is the most advanced in the world. ...Learn all you can.
Ryunosuke:
......... (The most advanced in the world, is it?)
Stronghart:
It was fortunate... ...that your very first trial was a simple affair.
Susato:
Simple? That was simple?!
Stronghart:
As I believe I mentioned yesterday morning...it was a trial you couldn't lose.
Susato:
I don't mean to be contrary, Lord Stronghart, but... the case was anything but simple!
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
The circumstances of the case were so incriminating, I was stunned when I first heard them. In fact, I'm still finding it hard to believe that we managed to get a favourable verdict.
Stronghart:
......... Heh heh heh...
Ryunosuke:
Is, is something funny?
Stronghart:
No no, my apologies. However, the fact is that you did receive the not guilty verdict you set out to achieve.
Susato:
...!
Stronghart:
And that can only be attributed to exceptional talent... wouldn't you agree?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I, I don't know about that...
Stronghart:
......... Well, never mind. You exceeded my expectations, I freely admit. ...That much at least is an undeniable truth. Which is precisely why I have prepared the new case for you that I mentioned before.
Ryunosuke:
(What's going on? What was he going to say before?)
New case
Susato:
Could you perhaps give us some more details about the new case you mentioned?
Ryunosuke:
(Don't tell me, it's a murder and the trial starts in ten minutes...)
Stronghart:
Don't worry, it's nothing so alarming or quite so urgent as your last assignment. In fact, this case is completely different.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. (Did, did he just read my mind?)
Stronghart:
That is to say, no one has died...as yet. And the trial will not be today. There is plenty of time to research the case thoroughly. ...Twenty-three hours, forty-three minutes and nineteen seconds to be precise.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (So the trial's tomorrow then.) .........
Susato:
Is everything alright?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes. I'm just a little confused, that's all. Yesterday's trial was... Well, it's left me wondering if I'm really cut out for being a lawyer.
Susato:
Oh, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know if I could face standing in that courtroom again after Mr McGilded's trial.)
Stronghart:
Ah yes, I nearly forgot... There is one similarity with yesterday's case. Once again, there is currently no one to advocate for the defence.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Stronghart:
If the situation remains unchanged, the trial will start tomorrow with the defendant unrepresented. And if that happens, I need not remind you of the inevitable outcome.
Susato:
The most terrible end awaits the defendant...
Stronghart:
Yes...that's right.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (Here we go again...)
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart, may I show you this?
Stronghart:
To accept this item, issue a receipt, examine it thoroughly and make a formal statement of my findings... ...would require something in the region of twenty-four seconds of my time.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Stronghart:
Does the item warrant twenty-four seconds of my time, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
...Let's leave it for now.
After clearing all Converse options:
Stronghart:
...Your time is up. You will have to excuse me. I would advise you to begin making preparations for tomorrow's trial. After all, the clock is ever ticking. There is now but twenty-three hours, twenty-six minutes and thirty-nine seconds until the court sits.
Ryunosuke:
(Last time he mentioned the twenty-three hours, he said there was plenty of time...)
Stronghart:
And one more thing...Mr Naruhodo... There is something I should like to ask you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...what's that?
Stronghart:
Yesterday, you remarked upon something... That you intend to see through the will of your late compatriot, Mr Asogi.
Susato:
...!
Stronghart:
I would be interested to hear what exactly you mean by that... ...inside thirty-four seconds.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, erm... Kazuma always used to say, you see... ...that he wanted to learn how the greatest justice system in the world worked so he could change ours in Japan. Now that he's gone, I'd like to work towards that myself. ...And...there's another thing...
Susato:
Oh!
Stronghart:
'Another thing'? Continue...
Ryunosuke:
On the way here, on the steamship, he said something to me...
There's something very important that I have to do.
Stronghart:
'Something very important'? And what, exactly, would that be?
Ryunosuke:
He...never had a chance to tell me. I suppose he would have done...if he'd ever made it to Great Britain.
Stronghart:
...You're out of time. Well, thank you for an enlightening discussion.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! What's all this about?! Mr Asogi never once mentioned anything of the sort to me!
Stronghart:
I urge you both to focus your attentions on the matter at hand. I've taken the liberty of summoning the police inspector in charge of the case. He'll be able to apprise you of the details.
Ryunosuke:
(How long has he been there?)
Stronghart:
So...I wish you the best of luck...and bid you farewell.
Susato:
......... 'There's something very important that I have to do.' Kazuma-sama... What did you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
I wish I knew. But honestly, he never told me. ...Anyway, we had better talk to the detective, don't you think?
Susato:
Yes, you're right!
Ryunosuke:
(I hope I'm just imagining it, but I wouldn't say he looks pleased to see us at all.)
Examine
Inspector
Ryunosuke:
...Um, could we trouble you?
???:
What do you think?!
Ryunosuke:
Agh! Erm... Um... Lovely weather, isn't it?
???:
What's the weather got to do with anythin'?
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
???:
Listen to me, you young Japanese upstart! Some frippery about the weather doesn't get every English gent eatin' out of your hand, you know?
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... But Susato-san told me it was foolproof...)
???:
I'm a busy man. A very busy man! There's a crime scene to investigate, but I'm here havin' to give the likes of you a talkin' to!
Ryunosuke:
Oh... I'm ever so sorry...
???:
Can you imagine what the other officers there will be sayin'? Hm? 'Haven't seen Gregson anywhere, have you?' 'No, he's too busy with the bigwigs these days.' And all because of some bumpkin who's here on a jaunt from a country I've never even heard of! Hear that rippin' sound? That's my reputation at the Yard goin' to tatters!
Ryunosuke:
(There's no need to rip us apart as well...)
Susato:
...I don't believe we've been introduced. This is Mr Ryunosuke Naruhodo, a defence lawyer.
???:
...Eh?
Susato:
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Mr Naruhodo's judicial assistant, Su-
???:
...Eh?
Susato:
It's lovely weather we're having today, isn't it?
???:
......... It is unseasonably fine, I grant you. London winters don't see a lot of sunshine.
Ryunosuke:
(Unbelievable! How did she pull that off?)
???:
So... Ahem! Lord Stronghart has asked me to fill you in on the case.
Gregson:
The name's Tobias Gregson. Inspector Gregson to you. I'm from Scotland Yard.
Susato:
Gregson?! ...Um, Inspector...Gregson...?
Ryunosuke:
(What's the matter with Susato-san? Does this detective's name mean something to her?)
Inspector Gregson
Susato:
Inspector...are you perhaps... ...THE Inspector Gregson?
Gregson:
.........
Ryunosuke:
You're acting like you know this man, Miss Susato. But he's a London detective.
Susato:
Oh, I do know him! Very well, in fact!
Ryunosuke:
Very well?!
Susato:
Yes! He features prominently in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, in that publication. What's it called again? Randst Magazine?
Susato:
That's right. Inspector Gregson and Mr Sholmes enjoy a wonderful friendly rivalry!
Ryunosuke:
Really? YOU rival the great Mr Sholmes? That's incredible!
Gregson:
Oh, um...well, I don't know about that... Mr Sholmes isn't a professional like myself, of course. But he does come up with the goods from time to time.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes is equally complimentary about you, Inspector, isn't he? You've earnt his highest praise! 'Gregson is the pick of a bad lot of all the Scotland Yarders!' Those were his own words!
Ryunosuke:
...That's his highest praise?
Susato:
Well, Mr Sholmes isn't particularly known for giving compliments, you see.
Gregson:
That he is not! And thanks to that magazine, my name's known all over London town now!
Ryunosuke:
That's great, isn't it?
Gregson:
Hmph. I have to admit that to start with I was a little... well, flattered by all the attention. Everyone wanted to shake my hand, and my reputation at the Yard went through the roof.
Ryunosuke:
Well that's wonderful!
Gregson:
No it is NOT! There's nothin' more sinister than the man on the street! People are always lookin' at me now. They're whisperin' rumours about me under their breath, I'm sure.
Ryunosuke:
Rumours?
Susato:
Are, are you quite sure?
Gregson:
'He's changed since he started appearin' in those stories... The fame's gone to his head.' Stuff like that.
Susato:
Gosh, do you really think people are saying such mean-spirited things about you?
Gregson:
...Like I said, they whisper! So I can't catch exactly what they're sayin'. But I know what folk are like. I'm sure that's what they're sayin'! As sure as eggs is eggs!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I get the feeling this detective could be very hard work...
Susato:
Oh dear... Perhaps a sudden rise to fame does change people...
The case
Ryunosuke:
So, um...about the case that the Lord Chief Justice mentioned before...
Gregson:
Nothin' to tell, really. As far as we're concerned at the Yard, it couldn't be simpler.
Susato:
Oh dear. That probably means... ...that as far as we're concerned as lawyers, it couldn't be more complicated.
Ryunosuke:
I wish you were wrong about that, but I have a nasty feeling you're right.
Gregson:
A young woman was walkin' along the pavement on Briar Road when she was stabbed from behind. Fortunately, it wasn't fatal, but she's still laid up in hospital, unconscious.
Susato:
That's despicable! What sort of coward would attack the poor woman from behind!
Ryunosuke:
I suppose you would have finished whoever it was off with a Susato Takedown, would you?
Susato:
That is neither here nor there, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(Brace yourself, Ryunosuke! You've angered her now!)
Gregson:
Anyway, after somethin' of a whirlwind investigation, the criminal was arrested. He barely had time for a cup of tea after the incident took place, to be honest.
Ryunosuke:
So...there must have been something left at the scene that led you directly to the culprit?
Susato:
Or perhaps a reliable witness who recognised the person in question?
Gregson:
Let me stop you right there. ...You're wastin' your time on this one.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
There's nothin' you can do. There's no way to help the bloke now.
Ryunosuke:
Why ever not?
Gregson:
Simple... The prosecutor that's been assigned to the trial tomorrow...is Lord Barok van Zieks.
Ryunosuke:
No!
Gregson:
Sounds like you've heard of him then.
Susato:
Oh yes, we are very familiar with Lord van Zieks. Believed to be the harbinger of death itself...
Ryunosuke:
(The Reaper of the Bailey...)
Reaper of the Bailey (appears after "The case")
Ryunosuke:
Lord Barok van Zieks... (...who we faced in court only yesterday.)
Susato:
Mr McGilded told us about him before the trial, didn't he?
When van Zieks stands for the prosecution, they call the accused his 'sacrificial lambs'. And in every single trial in which he's been the prosecutor...the accused has been damned!
Ryunosuke:
This Reaper of the Bailey nickname... I suppose he's earnt that because every defendant he advocates against is found guilty, is that it?
Gregson:
.........
Susato:
Well, if that's the case, we should inform you, Inspector... ...that in yesterday's trial against Lord van Zieks... Mr Naruhodo secured a verdict of not guilty!
Gregson:
Haah... And what of it?
Susato:
Oh! Well, um, I think... ...that means that even against the Reaper of the Bailey, it's not impossible to save the defendant!
Gregson:
No, you really don't have a clue, do you?
Ryunosuke:
...What do you mean?
Gregson:
What happened to that bloke in the end, eh? He's dead.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Gregson:
Magnus McGilded came a cropper in that omnibus when it went up in flames. So you can't rightly say you saved the defendant, can you?
Ryunosuke:
What...what are you saying?!
Gregson:
Look, if van Zieks could get the dirt to stick on everyone, he'd be a miracle-worker. But that's not how it goes. He doesn't work miracles; he works magic...black magic. I'd have a good, long think about that, if I were you.
Ryunosuke:
(...Are we really supposed to believe that?) 
Gregson:
.........
After clearing all Converse options with Tobias Gregson:
Gregson:
...Right, well, I've filled you in as requested, and I'm very nearly out of chips... So I'll be headin' back to the crime scene now. We're still carryin' out a few investigations there.
Susato:
It was Briar Road, you said, didn't you? Where the incident took place.
Gregson:
That's correct, ma'am. And if you head over to the holding cells you can meet the criminal himself.
Ryunosuke:
You've branded him a criminal already?
Gregson:
He's as good as. Shakin' like a leaf in his cell, he is. ...It'll give you a chuckle if nothin' else. He's inmate fifty-three. Speak to the jailer and he'll show you the way.
Ryunosuke:
Inmate fifty-three... Thank you. ......... (...So there's no helping anyone against the Reaper of the Bailey, they say...)
Susato:
Is something troubling you, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
..........
Susato:
To tell the truth, when I recall the trial yesterday, I can't stop myself from shaking. The idea of facing the Reaper in court again is... Well, if you think it's too much for you, there's no shame in turning the case down. That takes courage, too.
Ryunosuke:
......... But if the man they've arrested is innocent...
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
...You could well imagine he would be shaking like a leaf in his cell. And I for one wouldn't find the sight of that funny.
Susato:
So...
Ryunosuke:
If I'm honest, I'm still reeling from the shock of yesterday's events myself. And I'm really not sure if I'll be able to help this man, whoever he is. But I'd like to try. So I think I'm going to make some enquiries. ...Will you help?
Susato:
.........
Did you really think you had to ask? After all...I am your judicial assistant!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you... So then...shall we?
Susato:
Yes! Let's go!
19th February
Local Prison, Cell 9
Ryunosuke:
So these are British prison cells...
Susato:
Oh, they're ghastly. It feels just like a dungeon.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And having experienced it in Japan myself... ...I can assure you that our wooden cells feel a lot cosier than these cold, stone walls.
Susato:
Oh, don't, Mr Naruhodo! You're making it seem worse!
Ryunosuke:
(Apparently, our client is in this cell here. But it's so dark at the back there, I can't make him out. I wonder what he's like...)
Bailiff:
Inmate fifty-three! Your legal representative is 'ere to see you! Stop 'iding at the back of the cell and show your face at once!
Am I...? Am I a cat, as yet with no name?! Calling me by a number! It's utterly, unbelievably, unjustly unreasonable! I refuse to answer!
Susato:
......... Mr Naruhodo, what...? What do you think is going on here?
Ryunosuke:
I have no idea. But I wasn't just hearing things, was I? That tirade of complaints was in Japanese!
???:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Erm, excuse me, but who-
???:
Shh! Quiet! ......... They're all around. Hiding. I know they are! They're watching...listening...even now... I... I can sense it! .........
Ryunosuke:
Um...right... So, could I ask you, who exactly-
???:
There you are! You've come to curse me, haven't you? Don't try to hide it! You're a ghost!
Ryunosuke:
A ghost?!
???:
.........
Susato:
......... We mean you no harm, prisoner-san. Are you... ...Japanese, by any chance?
???:
......... This is... This is... BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS!!! Forgive me for that outburst before. I'm so sorry.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, it's...fine. We were just a little surprised, that's all.
???:
Imagine it! It's been twelve long months since I left my hometown! And here I am, in a frightful fix in a foreign land! So hearing the sweet, sentimental tones of a compatriot's voice here in this damp, dark hellhole was a...a...
Most Monumentally Moving Moment!
Ryunosuke:
(Who could have guessed that this new client Lord Stronghart assigned to us... ...would turn out to be a fellow Japanese?!)
???:
Ah... ...what compassion my fellow countrymen show! To dispatch a first-class lawyer all the way from Japan to defend a mere foreign student!
Noble, Nurturing, Never-Failing Nippon!
Ryunosuke:
A, a first-class lawyer? (Oh dear, I think there's been something of a misunderstanding here...)
Susato:
I wonder... Would you be so kind as to tell us what's happened? Why you've been detained as a suspect, for example.
???:
Yes... Yes! I can! I will!
Shan't Stay Sullen and Silent!
Susato:
I'm not quite sure I understand what he means, but...he seems happy!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, he does... (I just hope he actually has a good reason to be...) Thank you for your cooperation. I am a lawyer, as you said. My name is Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Susato:
And I am Naruhodo-san's judicial assistant, Susato Mikotoba.
???:
I am... ...a visiting student, sent here by our government.
Soseki:
Notably, Notoriously Named Natsume! ...Soseki Natsume.
Converse
Soseki Natsume
Ryunosuke:
Soseki Natsume...san? What an unusual name.
Soseki:
Call me Soseki, please. I'm a poet, you see. A writer of haiku. It's something of a nom de plume.
Ryunosuke:
A nom de plume? You mean, an alias?
Susato:
That's right, Naruhodo-san.
Soseki:
No no NO! Don't be so prosaic! It's MUCH MORE REFINED than that!
Ryunosuke:
...And haiku? That really reminds me of home.
Susato:
Did I hear you say that you were a visiting student, sent over here by the government?
Soseki:
Yes yes, that's right. A year ago, I was told to go and study English. First I had to suffer that misery, and now this! It's beyond the pale!
Ryunosuke:
'Suffer that misery'? Did you not want to study here?
Soseki:
No! I mean, I've had an interest in Great Britain for some years, of course.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh.
Soseki:
But! Just because the government tells you to do something, does it mean you CAN do it? No!
Susato:
What do you mean?
Soseki:
If they'd told me to study English literature, THAT I could have understood. That's my field. But no, they told me to study the English language!
Utterly, Unbelievably, Unjustly Unreasonable!
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Soseki:
Only the other day, I was told to send a report about my first year here. I tendered a blank piece of paper.
Wise Words on White Washi!
Susato:
...You must be a man of great standing.
Soseki:
Oh yes! ...So I'm often told.
Ryunosuke:
(And often like to be told, it seems...)
The accusation against you
Susato:
Could you perhaps tells us exactly why you've been arrested, Soseki-san?
Soseki:
I didn't do it! I didn't commit that atrocious murder!
Susato:
Murder?!
Soseki:
Oh! No... No no, it's all alright. The woman didn't actually die, did she? But she was stabbed! With a knife! Right before my eyes!
Ryunosuke:
'Before your eyes'? You mean, you saw the attacker?
Soseki:
......... I didn't see anyone.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Soseki:
If I'd seen the person who did it...do you think I'd be locked up in here?
Susato:
Oh dear, it seems this case is becoming rather complicated.
Soseki:
Why me? WHY ME?! ...Why did that silly woman have to be stabbed in front of ME?! It's the curse! The curse of London! It's...
Incredibly, Inexcusably, Irritatingly Inconvenient!
Ryunosuke:
(So Soseki-san was there at the scene, but he didn't see the attacker...)
Susato:
It's vital that we find out more about the case!
About the case (appears after "The accusation against you")
Soseki:
It was an accursed evening, just after the snow had started to clear and heavy with fog. I'd been to the bookshop to buy some books, and I was on my way back to my accursed lodgings.
Ryunosuke:
(...Sure the bookshop wasn't accursed, too?)
Soseki:
As I was walking along that accursed pavement, I could make out the sole silhouette of another ahead of me. A woman, wearing a green overcoat, she was. And just as I went to overtake her... ...she suddenly let out a little scream, and collapsed onto the cold, hard slabs of stone at my feet!
Susato:
How terrible!
Soseki:
I called out to the woman, but...she didn't move! It, it was like a...
Ghostly, Ghoulish, Grim Graveyard!
Ryunosuke:
(Slight exaggeration there, perhaps...?)
Soseki:
I was terrified! I had to get away from there! So I ran! As fast as my legs would carry me back to my accursed lodgings!
Ryunosuke:
That's...not good.
Soseki:
They'll, they'll say it was shameful, I know. To run away like that...
Susato:
Tell me, Soseki-san, was the victim an acquaintance of yours?
Soseki:
Don't be ridiculous! Do you think I know nay of these fair-haired English?! And a young woman at that! I'm diffident! Shy! Timid! Unsure! I can't TALK to people!
Ryunosuke:
I...I see... (A young woman, unknown to Soseki-san...) And at the time it happened... ...who else did you see nearby? Did anybody pass you?
Soseki:
......... Regrettably... ...apart from myself and the woman...I didn't see a soul.
Ryunosuke:
No one?! (Oh great...)
Susato:
So the victim was unknown to you, and there was nobody else on the street at the time... That creates something of a conundrum, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? (What conundrum?)
Conundrum (appears after "About the case")
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, Susato-san? What's the conundrum?
Susato:
Well, if what Soseki-san has just told us is true, there's something I can't explain. He says that he didn't know the victim, and that there was no one else at the scene. Then he apparently fled without having been seen.
Soseki:
I did, I did!
Ryunosuke:
(...But if that's the case... ...surely this man has to be the culprit?)
Soseki:
AAAAAARGH! You... What did you just say?!
Ryunosuke:
Nothing! I, I didn't say anything! (Oops. Perhaps I thought that a little 'loudly'...)
Susato:
Actually, that's not what was troubling me. What I was thinking was, how did Soseki-san actually come to be arrested?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
He didn't touch the victim, and there was nobody at the scene to see him. So how did the police ever discover that he was there in the first place?
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes! (She's right!)
Soseki:
......... It......... It was him... That accursed 'great detective'... He led the police to me! Of all the bad luck!
Ryunosuke:
Accursed...'great detective'...? (Could it be...?)
Soseki:
I shall never forget that man's name as long as I live! With his haughty laugh and his self-proclaimed greatness!
Brash, Big-Headed Busybody Begone! May you be cursed until the end of your days... Herr Lock Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
I... I knew it!
Susato:
Mr... Mr Sholmes?!
Changes "About the case" Converse option to "Herr Lock Sholmes"
Herr Lock Sholmes (appears after "Conundrum")
Ryunosuke:
(Well, I didn't expect to hear that name from this man's lips, that's for sure.)
Soseki:
It was the morning after that nightmare had unfolded on the pavement before me. I was gnawing on a sliver of hard cheese when some men suddenly burst in through the door. They started shouting at me! 'This is the police! Put the weapon down!' Yes, it was a thin sliver, and yes it was hard... But I wasn't eating a weapon!
Disgusting Dietary Discrimination Devils!
Ryunosuke:
You...clearly had a trying morning yesterday.
Soseki:
And there he was, in the middle of all the policemen, grinning like a Cheshire cat! That...Herr Lock Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
It's, it's actually just 'Herlock Sholmes'. He's English.
Soseki:
I've since found out that he's a famous name in detection here in London.
Susato:
Yes, the great detective is really very well known.
Soseki:
And his overly sharp mind managed to deduce my whereabouts apparently. He thinks I'm the knife-wielding madman! Me?! This weak, stooped kitten of a man!
Ryunosuke:
(I wonder what great deduction process led him to his conclusion this time...)
Susato:
Do you mean to say... ...that Mr Sholmes's deduction was the only reason the police arrested you? That would be really most unreasonable!
Soseki:
......... Well, um...the thing is... I was...I was thrown into a panic when they barged their way in.
Susato:
Of course you were! That's only natural.
Soseki:
I was terrified and trembling. And they kept throwing question after question at me. In impossible English!
Fiendish Foreign Flim-Flammery!
Ryunosuke:
Well...we are in England. You can't really blame them for questioning you in English.
Soseki:
Good point, good point. But my mind went blank. I, I knew I had to answer, but I didn't know what to say. So I just kept repeating things like, 'Yes, I do!' and 'I'm fine!' The next thing I knew, I was in manacles. And before I knew it, I was thrown in here.
Susato:
Oh dear. I'm afraid...that's hardly surprising.
Ryunosuke:
('I'm fine'? He's not fine now...)
Present
Armband
Soseki:
Yes! YES! The symbol of one of our great empire's first-rate lawyers! Which means! Of course! You'll stand by my side! You'll defend me!
Ryunosuke:
Oh... No, sorry, that wasn't why I was showing it to you.
Soseki:
......... THEN WHY ELSE WOULD YOU SHOW ME THAT?!
Ryunosuke:
(...Oops. In hindsight, that probably wasn't the best idea.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Soseki:
Mr Naruhodo Esquire!
Ryunosuke:
...Oh, you can just call me Naruhodo. And when we're speaking English, a simple 'Mister' is more than enough.
Soseki:
Oh. Yes. Um... Alright. Yes... They've, they've really got to me. This country is poisoning my mind! ......... But please, I beg you to defend me in court tomorrow. You can tell them what really happened. You'll do it...won't you?
Ryunosuke:
Well, erm...
Soseki:
Why?! WHY?! Why is it so hard to say 'yes' to me?!
Ryunosuke:
Well, the thing is...I'm just a student like yourself. On a study tour.
Soseki:
A, a student...?
Ryunosuke:
I have defended a case in the Old Bailey. Only the one, though. But at this moment in time, I really don't know what I'm supposed to believe in. I'm...confused about what justice in this country even means.
Susato:
Oh, Naruhodo-san...
Ryunosuke:
I'm not even the foreign student who was supposed to be here. I'm...a sort of locum lawyer, I suppose.
Soseki:
But! But that armband! That's the mark of a defence lawyer from our great empire!
Ryunosuke:
It's a keepsake from the man who should have been here. ...He was my best friend.
Soseki:
A, a keepsake? ......... I know exactly what they're saying about me.
Susato:
Oh... Who do you mean?
Soseki:
The lawyers. All the British defence lawyers. They won't defend me.
Susato:
Goodness! Why...why do say that?
Soseki:
For the same reason as you noted before. When it happened... ...there was only the victim and myself around. And I ran away from the scene of the crime. I'm not a fool. I know it looks as though I must be the culprit.
Ryunosuke:
It must be very hard for you, Soseki-san...
Soseki:
And anyway, I'm a student from overseas. I'm just a foreign nobody to them. Someone not to be trusted. I heard them openly laughing about me before. In my earshot, without any compunction at all. 'Any trial for this man would be a waste of time,' they said. And, 'Of course the foreigner did it!' They even had the gall to say, 'The man doesn't understand half of what's being said anyway!'
Ryunosuke:
That's awful...!
Soseki:
They're wrong! I've studied more English than half of the policemen out there on the streets! I've travelled halfway around the world to learn about these people's country and its great history! But no one here wants to listen to a man with a strange accent. They all hate me! So...at the very least... ...I'd like to entrust my fate to someone who can listen to me, in my native tongue.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Soseki:
You could do it. ...Couldn't you? When I look into your eyes, I can see it. I can see what you've been through.
Ryunosuke:
...Soseki-san, it's just that... ......... Give me a little time, please.
Soseki:
Hm?
Ryunosuke:
I'll do what I can, for the time being.
Soseki:
What do you mean?
Susato:
We shall investigate the case as thoroughly as possible. If we can find some clues, it will give us a much better chance, I'm sure!
Soseki:
......... Oh yes! Yes! Thank you! I'll be here! All alone! Waiting for you...Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire!
Susato:
We should be going then, Naruhodo-san. We have a case to prepare for!
19th February
Briar Road
If Briar Road is being visited for the first time, before visiting Local Prison
Ryunosuke:
(So this is where it happened. Briar Road...)
Susato:
Ah! Look, Mr Naruhodo! Look at that regulation metal helmet! It's unmistakable! The men of Scotland Yard are here! They're investigating as we speak!
Ryunosuke:
That...is their job, you know?
Susato:
But Mr Naruhodo! To see one with my own eyes! They're often depicted in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' but I never dreamt I'd ever come this close... ...to a real bobby's helmet!
Ryunosuke:
What? The, the helmet?
Susato:
Hee hee! Of course! ...I have to try one on one day!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I...hope your hatty dream comes true. Hm, I don't see Inspector Gregson anywhere. Shall we see if we can sneak past and investigate the scene of the stabbing?
Susato:
Why should we sneak?
Ryunosuke:
I don't want to upset one of those bobbies and be butted on the head by one of those metal helmets. My skull would crack in two, I'm sure.
Susato:
Oh no, an English bobby would never do such a thing! This is a land of gentlemen, you know.
If Briar Road is being visited for the first time, after visiting Local Prison
Ryunosuke:
(So this is where it happened. Briar Road...)
Susato:
Ah! Look, Mr Naruhodo! Look at that regulation metal helmet! It's unmistakable! The men of Scotland Yard are here! They're investigating as we speak!
Ryunosuke:
That...is their job, you know?
Susato:
But Mr Naruhodo! To see one with my own eyes! They're often depicted in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' but I never dreamt I'd ever come this close... ...to a real bobby's helmet!
Ryunosuke:
What? The, the helmet?
Susato:
Hee hee! Of course! ...I have to try one on one day!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I...hope your hatty dream comes true.
Leads to:
"What's the Japanese delegation doin' here?"
If Briar Road has already been visited, after visiting Local Prison
Leads to:
"What's the Japanese delegation doin' here?"
Examine
Red brick building
Susato:
That's a rather typical old brick building, isn't it? I'm sure it has a long and interesting history.
Ryunosuke:
Well, time certainly seems to have taken its toll on the place. It's crooked and sagging all over. (In fact, it looks in decidedly worse shape than the other houses around here...)
Susato:
We must find some cheap lodgings ourselves as soon as possible.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. Cheap, but ideally with reasonably level floors...
Bricked-up windows
Ryunosuke:
Oh, look at the windows of that building there.
Susato:
Are you sure they're windows...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but they're all filled in with bricks!
Susato:
Oh! You're right! ...I wonder why. Perhaps it's an empty property where nobody lives at the moment.
Ryunosuke:
There's smoke coming from the chimneys, though.
Susato:
Oh dear, everything still feels very foreign. There's so much we have to learn about this place.
Bicycle
Susato:
Oh! A British bicycle, look! Although the wheel is so misshapen, I'm sure it couldn't possibly be ridden any more.
Ryunosuke:
Someone must have been doing some breakneck cycling.
Susato:
It seems bicycles have become extremely popular in London recently. There's even a movement to change women's dress to allow them to ride as well.
Ryunosuke:
The bicycle fad won't last. I don't see why anyone would want to ride something like that.
Susato:
Goodness! Do you dislike bicycles?
Ryunosuke:
No! Not at all! I mean, it's not that I dislike them exactly. It's just that any occupation that involves taking both your feet off firm ground seems...reckless. If you'd ever tried walking on stilts and fallen into a river, I know you'd agree with me.
Susato:
...We'll have to hire a bicycle sometime. You can sit behind me while I ride you around.
Clouds or building silhouettes
Ryunosuke:
The clouds look so big and heavy in the sky, don't they? And with the dense fog as well, everything looks hazy.
Susato:
Well, it is known as foggy London town.
Ryunosuke:
I can just make out some sort of spire through the fog. It looks like it's still being built, though.
Susato:
Ah-ha! Yes! That must be the Crystal Tower, being built for the Great Exhibition that's to open in six months' time. Apparently it's going to be very striking. Glazed on all sides, and the symbolic centrepiece of the exhibition!
Ryunosuke:
It's to be the largest exposition in history, is it? (I can't even begin to imagine it.)
Chimneys on left
Ryunosuke:
Do you see all the black smoke rising from the chimneys over there?
Susato:
It says here that in Great Britain, many people heat their homes in winter using coal.
Ryunosuke:
The only chimneys I really remember seeing in Japan were on top of the bathhouse. Do you think some of those houses could be on fire?
Susato:
Not at all.
Ryunosuke:
Well, even so... ...that much thick smoke billowing up to the heavens is surely going to turn the whole sky black sooner or later.
Susato:
Gosh...you may be right about that...
Road in middle
Ryunosuke:
There are piles of snow on the pavement here and there, but the road itself is covered in carriage tracks.
Susato:
It seems carriages often travel down Briar Road. It soon disperses all the snow.
Ryunosuke:
I slipped over when I was walking down the pavement earlier. It seems like it would be far safer to walk on the road instead.
Susato:
Oh, but you're rather small, Mr Naruhodo. And dressed all in black. I worry coachmen might not see you, and you could be flattened by horses.
Ryunosuke:
...Well, thank you for the 'rather small' concern.
Officer
Ryunosuke:
That's one of the officers from Scotland Yard. The police are making sure the crime scene is undisturbed. I have a feeling that if we wander too close, we'll be clapped in irons.
Susato:
I think perhaps you're being a little overcautious. We've done nothing wrong, so we have no cause for concern.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, I'm not getting caught out again. Twice is enough! Twice I've found myself in handcuffs despite not knowing a thing about what was going on.
Susato:
Yes, you've had some dreadful experiences... I'm sure that it's that wide-eyed look of panic you're so prone to. It does you no favours at all.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Sidewalk with barriers
Ryunosuke:
This patch of pavement must be where the incident occurred.
Susato:
Yes. It's a very wide, open space, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(That's true. I can't see anywhere an attacker could have been hiding.)
Bobby:
Oi! What are you foreigners doin' 'ere?
Susato:
Agh!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...erm...we, um... J-Just investigating the scene, Officer!
Bobby:
Conspirin' with that moustached fella from Japan, are ya?
Ryunosuke:
Conspiring?!
Bobby:
Come 'ere to destroy evidence, 'ave ya? Get out of 'ere before I give you an 'idin'! Go on!
Susato:
...He shooed us away like rats.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we should give him a wide berth, I think.
Susato:
What a disappointing experience...
Snowman
Susato:
Hee hee! What a delightful snowman!
Ryunosuke:
I didn't realise the English had a tradition of making snowmen as well. It looks a little creepy, though.
Susato:
Oh, it has a scarf, look!
Ryunosuke:
You'd need one if you were out in this freezing cold all the time. I wish I had one.
Susato:
I'm afraid our budget is somewhat frozen at the moment, too. We certainly can't afford a scarf.
Ryunosuke:
(Surely the snowman here wouldn't miss his...)
Susato:
But the person who made the snowman certainly would.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. You're right. Anyway... ...even if I borrowed it, it wouldn't do much to warm my neck, would it? It's covered in snow.
Carriage
Susato:
Oh! That's a Scotland Yard carriage! They use vehicles like that to rush to crime scenes and cart away criminals!
Ryunosuke:
You're very well informed, aren't you?
Susato:
It's long been a dream of mine to ride one of those through the streets of London!
Ryunosuke:
Well, just pick up a stone and throw it through one of the windows, then.
Susato:
...But that would mean being arrested in order to ride it... ...wouldn't it? Still, if it's the only way... Help me find a good stone!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! I wasn't serious!
Gregson:
What's the Japanese delegation doin' here?
Susato:
Oh! Inspector Gregson!
Gregson:
This isn't on the tourist trail, as I'm fairly sure you're well aware.
Susato:
Yes! Of course! We're here to investigate.
Gregson:
So you've been to the holdin' cells, then? What d'you make of the criminal?
Susato:
He's not a 'criminal' as you put it, Inspector. He's a suspect.
Gregson:
Hmph. We'll see about that. You Japanese like to stick together, I s'pose. Well, do what you will. It doesn't bother me. The bloke's in court tomorrow whatever happens. And the verdict's a foregone conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...the stone-cold air of rejection...)
Susato:
Take heart! London at this time of year is full of stone-cold air!
Ryunosuke:
That...makes it worse somehow...
Converse
Scotland Yard
Susato:
Tell me about Scotland Yard, Inspector! Ever since I read about it in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', I've been fascinated by the place!
Gregson:
The Yard...is the most sophisticated policin' organisation you'll find anywhere in the world, ma'am.
Susato:
Oh, and you know I've always dreamt of wearing a real bobby's helmet!
Ryunosuke:
It does make them look the part. Seeing that policeman there with his helmet on... ...you certainly get the sense that this is a man who will take no nonsense in his duty of protecting the city.
Susato:
Oh yes! Doesn't he look wonderful?
Gregson:
Bein' a London bobby is hard going, I can tell you.
Susato:
Oh, really?
Gregson:
First thing in the mornin', you know what he does? Goes round and rouses all the labourers on his beat so they can get off to work.
Ryunosuke:
What? He wakes people up?
Gregson:
Yup. Raps on their windows with a long pole. Did it myself, goin' back a bit.
Susato:
I had no idea...
Gregson:
The bobby works for the people of the town. It's just another one of his duties. After that, he starts tirelessly patrolling the streets all day long. He has to cover twenty miles a day. That's the regulation distance.
Ryunosuke:
I can't really imagine how far that is, but it sounds like a long way.
Susato:
Let me see... Twenty miles... That's approximately the distance from Tokyo to Yokohama.
Ryunosuke:
On foot?! That's...that's definitely taking things a step too far!
Gregson:
And when it gets dark, of course, he has the important job of lightin' all the gas street lamps.
Susato:
Oh my... 
Ryunosuke:
And I suppose in between all of those duties, bobbies are expected to investigate cases as well?
Susato:
And chase after criminals trying to evade the law!
Gregson:
I'm not sure you could call it 'in between' exactly. More 'alongside'. But yes... ...they're expected to handle those jobs as well. We do have men keelin' over from time to time, I admit.
Susato:
......... I'd always dreamt of wearing one of those helmets, as I said. But it's with a heavy heart, that I shall have to relinquish that dream to you, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...Your heavy heart will be my heavy head if you do.
About the case
Gregson:
It happened at around five in the evenin', two days ago. Just there, on that open bit of pavement. The victim - a young woman - was stabbed with a blade from behind.
Ryunosuke:
Is it right that the lady is still unconscious now? You mentioned that she's being treated in hospital.
Gregson:
...I never said she was a 'lady'. Truth is, unless she comes round pretty smartish, we won't be able to find out much about her at all.
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose that means they haven't been able to take a statement from her, of course...)
Gregson:
Here's a map of the local area I happen to have on me. You can take it if you want.
Ryunosuke:
Really? Are you sure?
Gregson:
It's Yard policy to give lawyers defendin' suspects the odd bit of information to go on.
Ryunosuke:
(I haven't actually accepted the job yet, but still...)
Susato:
Thank you, Inspector! We gratefully accept!
The local map has been entered into the Court Record.
Gregson:
Anyway... ...as far as we know, there was no one else on the scene other than the victim and your fellow countryman. So who did it, do you think? Not much of a head-scratcher, is it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I know Mr Natsume is also claiming not to have seen anyone else around, but-
Susato:
But just because he didn't see anyone... ...it doesn't mean we can be sure that nobody else was present!
Gregson:
I'm sorry to have to tell you, but we most certainly can be sure.
Susato:
...How?
Gregson:
Because, ma'am... ...the precise moment of the stabbing didn't go unnoticed.
Ryunosuke:
It... What?!
Gregson:
We have two very reliable witnesses no less!
Susato:
Ah!
Gregson:
It was a typical foggy London day, and your client obviously didn't see them.
Ryunosuke:
(There were witnesses now...?)
Witnesses (appears after "About the case")
Ryunosuke:
Who are these witnesses, Inspector?
Gregson:
A fellow and his wife. And the man's one of the most reliable and respected citizens in all of London. He's a copper from Scotland Yard.
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
A, a policeman? (That...might change things.)
Susato:
And this policeman just happened to be there at the exact moment the woman was attacked?
Gregson:
Nothin' peculiar about that, ma'am. Part and parcel of bein' a bobby. Catchin' them bang in the act and all that.
Ryunosuke:
Um, do you think it might be possible... ...for us to ask that policeman a few questions?
Gregson:
Be my guest. You can ask him what you like...in court tomorrow!
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Gregson:
I've no doubt he'll be summoned as a witness. So, that'll give you something to look forward to!
Ryunosuke:
(That's that then... He's got no intention of letting us meet the man beforehand, it seems.)
Susato:
A policeman witnessed the incident... As your judicial assistant, I must warn you that this could make our job very difficult indeed!
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, as a non-judicial assistant, I could have warned me of that, too. Oh yes, one more thing, Inspector...
Gregson:
What?
Ryunosuke:
The person who led you to the suspect... I hear that was Mr Herlock Sholmes.
Gregson:
......... What are you bringin' him up for? .........
Ryunosuke:
(Was it something I said? The colour has drained from his cheeks...)
Tomorrow's trial
Gregson:
That twitchy Japanese bloke goes on trial tomorrow. Are you goin' to defend him or not?
Ryunosuke:
Well, erm...
Gregson:
......... Makes no difference to me, but I will just say this: No London lawyer worth his salt would touch that case with a barge pole.
Ryunosuke:
Because the prosecution is being handled by the Reaper of the Bailey, you mean?
Gregson:
There's no way to save the man now. It's a waste of time tryin'. It is all a bit strange, though...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
The Reaper... He hasn't appeared in court once for a good few years now.
Susato:
Yes, we did hear something to that effect.
Gregson:
And the only people he usually bothers with are the real scum. The master criminals. The violent ones.
Ryunosuke:
M-Master criminals?
Susato:
The, the violent ones?
Gregson:
That's right. He hand picks his victims. Only deals with those guaranteed to go to the gallows for their sins.
Ryunosuke:
But! Mr Natsume wouldn't hang for what he's accused of, surely?
Gregson:
That's just my point, sunshine. Yes, the young woman was stabbed, but it didn't kill her. Couldn't even say the intent was there. So this isn't the sort of case I'd be expectin' the Reaper to want to sink his teeth into, for want of a better phrase.
Ryunosuke:
Well, it's not exactly a minor infraction, is it?
Gregson:
...No, there's got to be more to it. Some reason he's takin' an interest...
Susato:
Really? What sort of reason, Inspector?
Gregson:
You think I can tell what's goin' on inside the head of that lord of darkness? You'll have to ask him yourself...at tomorrow's trial.
Ryunosuke:
(Are we really going to have to face the Reaper again? The lord of darkness, as he put it.)
Mr Sholmes (appears after "Witnesses")
Gregson:
......... Who did you hear that name from?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, um... It was Mr Natsume who mentioned it. He said that Mr Sholmes was with the police when they entered his lodgings.
Susato:
I'm sure it was the result of one of Mr Sholmes's inspirational great deductions!
Gregson:
Fiddle-Faddle!
Susato:
Agh!
Gregson:
The man's an amateur! And I'm gettin' sick and tired of him showin' his mug everywhere!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Gregson:
I don't know where he gets his information from, but he turns up at the scene of the crime... ...wanders around spoutin' incomprehensible rubbish, and before you know it... ...he claims to have solved the case!
Ryunosuke:
Yes... He's quite...astounding, isn't he?
Susato:
He, he is a great help to Scotland Yard though...isn't he?
Gregson:
Gibble-Gabble!
Susato:
Agh!
Gregson:
Ever seen this before?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes... That's Randst Magazine.
Susato:
The wonderful publication in which 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' appears!
Gregson:
Yes, well, that 'wonderful' publication, as you put it, sees fit to include several of the Yard's detectives in its stories. And the so-called great detective makes a mockery of all of us! If you ask anyone at the Yard, it's a misadventure to be included in any Herlock Sholmes tale at all!
Susato:
Well...I suppose there is an element of that...
Gregson:
We work our socks off, every one of us! Only to be frumped by the public thanks to that obnoxious detective! The man's as dangerous to us at Scotland Yard as he is to all our criminals!
Susato:
That can't really be true, can it, Inspector?
Ryunosuke:
(Clearly the great detective and the police have a... complex relationship.)
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson, could I show you this?
Gregson:
Am I supposed to know what that is? I've never seen that insignia before.
Ryunosuke:
It's worn by defence lawyers in the Empire of Japan. As a symbol of their profession.
Gregson:
...In other words, it's a worthless trinket here in Great Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no! It's very important to me. It, it shows my spirit!
Gregson:
An English gentleman keeps things like his spirit very much to himself, I'll have you know.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Susato:
Don't give up, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
It's too late... He's crushed my spirit already.
Local Map
Ryunosuke:
Thank you again for this.
Gregson:
Hmph. Don't mention it. I had someone at the Yard fish it out for me. But in the end, I didn't need it.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Gregson:
Well, the case could hardly be simpler, could it? I don't need a map to work out what happened. You can throw it away when you're done with it.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Cold...)
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
(Well... I don't think we're going to get any more useful information out of the detective.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, can I make a suggestion?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes, what is it?
Susato:
Well, it seems to me... ...that we MUST speak with him about this!
Ryunosuke:
......... By 'him', do you mean... ...Mr Sholmes?
Susato:
Yes! Mr Herlock Sholmes! Exactly!
Ryunosuke:
(Look at those shining eyes! You can't wait, can you?) Well, Mr Natsume did blame Mr Sholmes for all of this, didn't he?
Susato:
Yes, he did! He really did! Which makes him an involved party in the case. Are you just going to ignore that? ...I hope not! ...I assure you, it's not simply my selfish desire to meet with Mr Sholmes again!
Ryunosuke:
The trouble is... ...we have no idea of the man's address, even. So how-
Susato:
It's Baker Street!
Ryunosuke:
H-How do you know that?
Susato:
It's in the stories, of course! 221B Baker Street... The most famous address in the world!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I see... Well, there's nothing to stop us from going, I suppose... (We'd better try to find our way there before Susato-san gets any more excited and unpredictable...)
Susato:
Hurrah! I'll summon a carriage!
Ryunosuke:
(So, we're to have a reunion already... ...with the great detective, Mr Herlock Sholmes.)
19th February
Local Prison, Cell 9
Susato:
...It seems that we can't meet with Mr Natsume at the moment.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Susato:
He's being briefed about his appearance in court tomorrow, apparently.
Ryunosuke:
I see. (Yes, the trial is only a day away...) Alright then, let's come back later.
Susato:
Yes.
Ryunosuke:
(I really hope he's not answering any more questions with inappropriate textbook answers like, 'Yes, I do!')
Sholmes's Suite
Anime cutscene
Ryunosuke:
Thank you very much.
Man:
It's just up there, overlooking the street. Good day.
Ryunosuke:
Thanks again. This is it...the residence of Mr Herlock Sholmes.
19th February, 12:53 p.m.
Sholmes's Suite
Ryunosuke:
So this is where the great detective makes his living... (It feels surreal to be here somehow...) Is it as described in the stories, Miss Susato?
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Um...Susato-san?
Susato:
Many, many famous cases have been solved here in this very room.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! I, I suppose they must have been, yes... (I've never read the stories, so it's hard to get quite as excited about it as she seems to be...)
Susato:
The detective chases the villain relentlessly as he disappears into the fog down an unlit London street... Oh, the thrill of it! The romanticism! Can't you feel your heart thumping in your chest? Can't you, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! I, I suppose I can, yes...
Susato:
So, if you don't mind... ...I'll just stand here and soak up the atmosphere for a while longer. Please, don't mind me.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (She's obsessed... Well... ...it looks like our detective friend isn't home at present.) Excuse me! Is anybody home?
???:
Oh! Do we have a visitor? Hello! Is it a big new case for Mr Sholmes?
Ryunosuke:
Erm...hello. ......... Wait. Aren't you...?
???:
Oh! How rude of me! I'll go and make some tea at once!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm sure it's the same girl...) Miss Susato! Did you see the girl who was just here?
Susato:
Oh yes... Isn't it truly extraordinary? To think that the King of Bohemia came to this very room to ask Mr Sholmes to take on his case...
Ryunosuke:
The, the King of Bo-where-ia?
Susato:
King Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, of course!
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry, I'm drawing a blank. Forget 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' for a moment, and look over there!
???:
The tea's brewed! And I have a freshly baked cake as well!
Susato:
Ah! It's you!
Ryunosuke:
(I knew it. Susato-san recognises her, too.)
???:
Ah! There you are!And taking that with you as well! I was looking forward to the trial run of my experimental smoke grenade launcher! Oh, good day to you! I'm...well, the inventor, I suppose, of that machine.
Ryunosuke:
(It's the girl who turned up at the end of Mr McGilded's trial in the defendants' antechamber.)
???:
I've never met a lawyer from the Far East before! Poor you, having to get straight to work when you've only just arrived in London.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, it was...challenging.
???:
Well, try this tea. It's my special blend, you know!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...um, thank you. (Is tea supposed to look that colour?)
Susato:
Oh my! What a fragrant yet mellow flavour!
???:
Hurray! It's a winner! I tried blending different leaves designed to alleviate fatigue, you see. You must be exhausted after your long voyage here. And you have another ticklish trial tomorrow! Oh, and you're to defend a Japanese man. I do wish you lots and lots of luck!
Ryunosuke:
Erm...
Susato:
Did Mr Sholmes tell you about us, by any chance?
???:
Oh! You know Hurley, do you?
Ryunosuke:
(...'Hurley'? 'Mr Sholmes' to you, surely?)
Susato:
Mr Sholmes was a fellow passenger on the boat that brought us to Great Britain, you see.
???:
Was he really? Well, I had no idea! I'm afraid Hurley's out on an errand again today, even though he's just returned from overseas.
Ryunosuke:
(Wait a minute... We met this girl for the first time ever yesterday after the trial. And only briefly at that. How on earth does she know so much about us?) Did she...deduce...all those things, do you think...?
Susato:
And perhaps more to the point... ...why is she here in Mr Sholmes's suite?
???:
Oh! Silly me! I haven't introduced myself, have I?
Iris:
It's a great pleasure to meet you both. My name is Iris Wilson. I live here together with Hurley.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Iris, is it? What a lovely name!
Susato:
WHAT?!
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter?
Susato:
No, wait, this, this can't be... Did, did you... Did you say that your, your name is...'Wilson'?
Ryunosuke:
(What's the matter with Susato-san? Why is she so flustered all of a sudden?)
Iris:
Yes, that's right! And what are your names?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...I'm Ryunosuke Naruhodo, a lawyer from Japan.
Susato:
......... Oh! Sorry... I'm Mr Naruhodo's judicial assistant, Susato Mikotoba. It's wonderful to meet you!
Iris:
Lovely! Susie and Runo... Got it!
Susato:
'Susie'...?
Ryunosuke:
And 'Runo'...? (There's more to this girl than meets the eye... I have so many questions for her, I don't know where to start!)
Susato:
Yes, and so do I!
Examine
Large machine on left desk
Ryunosuke:
What on earth is this huge, over-the-top machine?
Iris:
That's the 'Great Analytiscope'. It can analyse anything, really. Anything at all!
Susato:
That's... That's absolutely incredible!
Iris:
It's one of Hurley's inventions. It took him a whole year! He said it was to help him with his investigations.
Susato:
What sort of things has he analysed with it? Do you know?
Iris:
Well...actually...he hasn't used it for anything yet.
Susato:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
Why not?
Iris:
Apparently, on the evening he finally completed it, it suddenly occurred to him... 'I don't actually have anything I need to analyse.'
Susato:
Oh dear...
Iris:
How about you, Runo? Do you have anything you'd like to analyse?
Ryunosuke:
...The only thing that springs to mind is this machine itself.
Bookshelf behind violin
Ryunosuke:
There's all sorts on these shelves: chemistry apparatus, books, papers and...lots of things I've never seen before. It's all heaped up so high, I can't help feeling that the whole lot is going to topple at any moment.
Iris:
I keep telling Hurley not to cram so much on those shelves.
Ryunosuke:
...Good advice.
Iris:
He wanted to look something up in one of those books a while ago. But it was so tightly wedged in, he couldn't get it out. So he went and bought a new copy instead.
Violin
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I've seen pictures of Western musical instruments like this. It's called a violin, isn't it?
Susato:
Of course it is! Mr Sholmes is renowned for his violin playing!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really?
Susato:
Absolutely! It's often explained in the stories. It's inspirational, Mr Naruhodo. Inspirational! I immediately started playing the koto, which was the closest Japanese stringed instrument I could find.
Ryunosuke:
...What a shame you couldn't bring it with you to London.
Susato:
Oh, yes. Well... ...Papa was beaming when I asked him if he would buy me one. But after a while, he asked if I would only practise when he was out of the house. So...now it's merely an ornament in my room.
Ryunosuke:
(That must have been an awkward conversation...)
Violin (after speaking to Iris Wilson about "'Wilson'")
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I've seen pictures of Western musical instruments like this. It's called a violin, isn't it?
Susato:
Of course it is! Mr Sholmes is renowned for his violin playing!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really?
Iris:
That's right. I just sort of slipped that in.
Ryunosuke:
You did what, Iris?
Iris:
I didn't really give it a lot of thought, and just started adding it in to the stories.
Susato:
Yes. Mr Sholmes's exceptional violin playing has been mentioned a number of times.
Iris:
But the truth is, Hurley had barely touched a violin in his life up to that point.
Susato:
Oh...
Iris:
Of course, people started asking him to play for them after my stories were published. And he wasn't able to tell them that he didn't know how.
Susato:
What did he do?!
Iris:
He went straight to the pawnshop and bought himself a very nice violin. And then he practised. He practised until his fingers very nearly dropped off.
Ryunosuke:
(...Must be why he's so highly strung.)
Iris:
Before I knew it, he'd become rather good. The greatness of the great detective really shone with that experience, I think!
Ryunosuke:
...It was a great deception, that's for sure.
Initials on wall
Ryunosuke:
Why...why are there all those bullet holes in the wall up there?! Was Mr Sholmes trying to shoot a pestery fly or something?
Susato:
Mr Sholmes...would never do something so reckless.
Ryunosuke:
No?
Susato:
Those are the letters 'V.R.', standing for 'Victoria Regina'. It's Latin for Queen Victoria.
Ryunosuke:
So you mean...he shot the Queen into the wall?
Susato:
In a moment of boredom, Mr Sholmes adorned the wall with a patriotic sign, that's all. As pistol practice.
Ryunosuke:
Right, that...makes perfect sense now.
Susato:
It's exactly as it's described in the stories! Oh, this is delightful!
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure that the real explanation is any less reckless than shooting at a fly, personally.
Susato:
It's patriotic, Mr Naruhodo! Patriotic!
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
I do like this fireplace. It's one of the best things I've seen since we arrived in the country, in fact. Lingering beside the fire and watching the flames flicker and dance in the grate... Ah, it's so relaxing...
Susato:
We can't relax! Not when there are so many interesting things on the mantelpiece! Oh, it's just as it was described in the stories!
Ryunosuke:
It is?
Susato:
Yes! Exactly! Inside that Persian slipper, for example-
Iris:
...Are my chocolates for elevenses!
Susato:
And transfixed by that large jackknife-
Iris:
...Is my shopping list for the market!
Susato:
......... Oh, it's...not quite how I remember it being described in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'...
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Susato-san. She looks crushed.)
Chest
Ryunosuke:
It looks like that huge metal chest is being used as a table for tea and coffee. It seems very sturdy, with an equally sturdy lock.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! You mustn't go around opening things! I always have to keep an eye on you, don't I? You're very mischievous.
Ryunosuke:
(...How did you come to that conclusion?)
Iris:
Ooh, that chest... ...contains some of my most valuable things!
Ryunosuke:
(And that smile tells me you're not going to give us any clue about what they are...)
Shelf to the right of fireplace
Susato:
A mystery shoe, a curious hammer, some mysterious dancing men, a bust of Napoleon... Aah, what an entrancing collection!
Ryunosuke:
...This is the first time in my life that I've seen a lonely old shoe displayed as an ornament.
Iris:
Oh, those are all mementoes that Hurley has collected from his past cases.
Ryunosuke:
Really? Even the bust?
Iris:
Yes, that's right. When the mood takes him, he likes to throw it on the floor and smash it to dust.
Ryunosuke:
The poor, defenceless emperor? ...Mr Sholmes destroys it?
Iris:
Yes, and then he buys a new one.
Ryunosuke:
...You make it sound like he has the temperament of an insane sculptor.
Susato:
Aah, how entrancingly bohemian of him!
Tea set on cart or table
Ryunosuke:
What a beautiful English tea set. And so neatly arranged.
Iris:
It's a favourite pastime of mine, a cup of herbal tea in the afternoon.
Susato:
Tea...made of herbs?
Iris:
That's right. I grow all sorts of herbs in the garden, so I can experiment with different blends. One moment! Don't go away! I'll brew a pot of the special blend I came up with earlier today!
Ryunosuke:
(She looks delighted. ...I only hope it's safe to drink.)
Blackboard
Iris:
Ah, that's my blackboard where I note down ideas.
Ryunosuke:
Ooh, interesting. Let's see... 'Black Peter'...? (What does that mean?)
Susato:
Don't you want to hear what Iris has to say, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
(...I'll come back to that blackboard later.)
Blackboard (after speaking to Iris Wilson about "'Wilson'")
Iris:
Ah, that's my blackboard where I note down ideas.
Ryunosuke:
'Black Peter'...? (What does that mean?)
Susato:
Ooh, how intriguing! It must be the title of Iris's latest work! Oh my! I wonder what fantastic tale awaits us!
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san looks like an angel, but I bet she's dreaming of the most grisly crime you could imagine.)
Iris:
It's a case that Hurley solved just recently. A black cat called Peter went missing in the neighborhood. Hurley tracked it down at the fishmonger's in the end.
Susato:
Well! I can't wait for the story to be published!
White shelf behind chandelier
Ryunosuke:
That's a charming little white shelf. And full of charming little bottles, too.
Iris:
Oh yes. But don't touch any of those. They might explode.
Ryunosuke:
E-Explode?!
Susato:
Are they exotic chemicals? Do you use them for exciting experiments?!
Iris:
Yes, indeed! And as Hurley always says... 'Chemistry is an explosive science!'
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
I agree! A single discovery can trigger an explosion of innovation all around the world!
Ryunosuke:
...Or perhaps he just meant it literally. (...Either way, mental note: Do not touch any bottle that belongs to Iris.)
Typewriter or desk on right
Ryunosuke:
What on earth is that big black lump over there?
Iris:
Ah! That fascinating thing is called a typewriter. It's a machine that allows you to write on paper without needing a pen! And wizardly quick, too!
Ryunosuke:
(Ooh, that sounds like it could be very useful for someone like me with terrible handwriting.)
Typewriter or desk on right (after speaking to Iris Wilson about "'Wilson'")
Ryunosuke:
What on earth is that big black lump over there?
Iris:
Ah! That's a typewriter. It's a machine that allows you to write on paper without needing a pen! And wizardly quick, too!
Ryunosuke:
(Ooh, that sounds like it could be very useful for someone like me with terrible handwriting.)
Susato:
Wait! Iris, are...are all the stories from 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'-
Iris:
Yes! Every one typed on this trusty machine!
Susato:
Oh! My! Goodness! ...How wonderful!
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san looks like she's been shown into the Tokyo Imperial Palace gardens.)
Converse
Iris
Ryunosuke:
It was you that we ran into yesterday, wasn't it? At the Old Bailey.
Iris:
Yes, that's right! You were ever so helpful. Thank you so much!
Susato:
Oh no, not at all. I'm so sorry we couldn't have been more welcoming.
Ryunosuke:
Though, at the time, we did have a rather large gun pointed at us.
Iris:
...Like this?
Ryunosuke:
*Gulp!*
Susato:
Ah, thinking back now, you left with Miss Lestrade in tow, didn't you?
Ryunosuke:
(Oh yes, that awkward witness, Gina Lestrade...)
Iris:
Oh, Ginny? Yes, she's a professional pickpocket.
Ryunosuke:
So we found out.
Iris:
It was very naughty of her to pinch my invention like that!
Ryunosuke:
...Are you referring to that trial disrupting, gun-like contraption?
Iris:
Exactly! So I followed her, you see, to get it back. Hm...perhaps I should think about fitting a self-destruct mechanism in my inventions...
Ryunosuke:
(This girl is dangerous.)
Iris:
Anyway, I brought Ginny back here after that. So she could apologise to my trusty technician.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, your technician?
Iris:
Hurley, of course, silly!
Susato:
Hurley...?
Iris:
Yes, Herlock! Herlock Sholmes. We live here together.
Ryunosuke:
I, I had no idea the great detective had such an... interesting young daughter.
Iris:
Daughter? Not likely!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
I wouldn't call him Hurley if he was my father, would I?
Susato:
Well then...what is your relationship with Mr Sholmes?
Iris:
Well, I expect you've found out that lodgings of any kind in London are very expensive. So the solution is to share the cost with a partner. A roommate.
Ryunosuke:
You're...roommates?
Susato:
I hope you don't mind me asking, Iris, but...how old are you?
Iris:
Ten at last this year!
Ryunosuke:
Well, what of your mother and father?
Iris:
Oh, no... They're not around.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see... (I wonder what the story is there...)
'Wilson'
Susato:
Oh yes! There's something I must ask you!
Iris:
Of course, of course! Go ahead, Susie!
Susato:
I am a very great fan of 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', and-
Iris:
Oh! You have a copy of Randst Magazine!
Susato:
Yes! I read every issue! It's delivered all the way to Japan on a ship.
Iris:
Oh, this is so exciting! My stories are being read on the other side of the world!
Ryunosuke:
'My' stories?
Iris:
That's right. Hurley is always solving such amazing cases, you see. And he tells me all about them. They really are quite fascinating! It would be such a shame if I was the only one who ever heard them, don't you think?
Susato:
Goodness!
Iris:
Last night, he was telling me all about a new case he just solved on a steamship travelling from a faraway land. So I was just in the middle of typing up the manuscript for the next issue before you came.
Susato:
So you... You...are the author...
Iris:
Yes. I'll let you in on a secret, if you like. I'm going to call this latest adventure, 'The Speckled Band'.
Ryunosuke:
'The Speckled Band'?! (That's...certainly very familiar.)
Iris:
Of course, I always change one or two details in the stories. Here and there. This time, I had the idea of making a venomous snake be the cause of all the trouble.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! That was Mr Sholmes's first thought as well, actually.
Iris:
Yes. And of course I know that a snake might not be a credible fit for the facts of the case exactly, but... ...it's a story! Some poetic licence is justified to make it more thrilling, I think! Don't you?
Susato:
So, do you mean to say...? Are the stories about Mr Sholmes that are published in Randst Magazine...
Iris:
...All written by me? Yes! On my wonderful and very modern typewriter!
Susato:
But! But all the stories I've ever read... ...are written by a doctor of medicine! Dr John H. Wilson!
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san's getting more and more worked up...)
Iris:
Ah, yes... That's me! I mean, my name really is Wilson.
Susato:
But! But what about the doctor of medicine part?
Iris:
That's all true, too. I am a doctor of medicine.
Ryunosuke:
No! At ten years old?!
Iris:
At ten years old!
Ryunosuke:
Well... That's quite incredible.
Susato:
But! ...But, but... Dr Wilson is an English gentleman!
Iris:
Ah, yes... I did alter the setting slightly, for the stories to be more compelling.
Susato:
Oh!
Iris:
Well, it sounds a little strange, doesn't it? A great detective with a ten-year-old girl in tow.
Susato:
......... I...suppose it does, yes.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Susato-san... She looks like her whole world has just fallen apart.)
Your deductions just now
Ryunosuke:
Um...about before...
Iris:
Yes? Yes? What's on your mind, Runo! Do tell me!
Ryunosuke:
How did you know? That I was a lawyer, and we'd just arrived in London, I mean.
Susato:
Yes... Oh! And that we have a difficult trial tomorrow! How did you know all of that?
Iris:
Oh, that's what you mean.
Susato:
Please! Tell us how you did it! Explain every detail!
Iris:
Of course! I'd be delighted. Although...there's really no mystery. Now...let's begin! Iris Wilson is proud to present...her 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'! First of all, I knew already that you were a lawyer, Runo. After all, I met you yesterday at the Old Bailey in the defendants' antechamber.
Ryunosuke:
But you also said that we'd only just arrived in London. How did you know that?
Iris:
I observed a passport and travel ticket protruding from your breast pocket.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Iris:
So I was reasonably confident that you must have only just arrived in the country. And on top of that... ...you accepted a case against that particular prosecutor. Telling me you were unaware of London's court affairs.
Ryunosuke:
The Reaper of the Bailey? I walked right into that one, didn't I...
Iris:
Then I noticed a red ink stamp on the back of Susie's hand. You were given that when you visited the local prison to meet with a suspect, weren't you? Earlier today.
Susato:
Ah!
Iris:
They use those stamps to keep a close eye on comings and goings, you see.
Susato:
I, I didn't realise...
Iris:
And a red stamp is only used for people visiting foreign inmates. So...that told me that even though you had only yesterday concluded the trial of Magnus McGilded... ...the two of you had already had cause to visit a foreign inmate at a local prison. However, neither of you was wearing a particularly sad expression on your face. So I concluded that the prisoner was unlikely to be a friend or a relative. That led me to believe that you must have accepted a new case.
Ryunosuke:
I... I see...
Susato:
But how could you have known that the trial is tomorrow?
Iris:
Well, having barely been home a few hours yesterday, Hurley solved yet another case. It obviously amused him. He told me that he'd caught a Japanese man who was bawling and trembling.
Ryunosuke:
A Japanese man? (Well, clearly that must have been-)
Susato:
Mr Natsume!
Iris:
Now, Runo has that fancy Japanese sword. And I think your outfit is called a kimono, isn't it, Susie? Well anyway, it was clear to me that you both come from Japan yourselves. So I put two and two together and decided you must be defending the Japanese man Hurley caught! And there was only one conclusion those facts could lead me to: You both came here to ask Hurley about the case! There's a note on the mantelpiece that says the man's trial will be tomorrow. Hurley is always stabbing his notes with a knife, you know. He is silly. And...that's all there was to it, really. Thank you for listening! I'm Iris Wilson, and that was one of my 'great deductions'!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
.........
Iris:
Well? Was it a winner? Were my deductions correct?
Ryunosuke:
They... They were spot on!
Susato:
That was amazing, Iris! Truly a great deduction!
Ryunosuke:
You even managed the 'certain something' of Mr Sholmes's delivery!
Iris:
Oh, well...I was just copying Hurley's style for that!
Susato:
This is really very good news! You could tell us all about the case involving the Japanese man. You will, won't you, Iris? Please!
The case of the Japanese man (appears after "Your deductions just now")
Ryunosuke:
So yesterday, Mr Sholmes apprehended a Japanese man, you were saying...
Iris:
Yes. Hurley had just arrived back in London after his sea voyage. But the police were waiting for him at the railway station to take him directly to the crime scene.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (The great detective is a popular man, it seems.)
Iris:
Apparently a woman was stabbed on a quiet street somewhere in town. There were witnesses who had seen a short, shifty-looking, stooped man running away from the scene.
Susato:
A short, shifty-looking, stooped man...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume, beyond any doubt. (Soseki-san said that he didn't see anybody else on the street at all. But it seems there were witnesses after all.)
Iris:
Hurley used his great deductive powers to determine the man's address. It was a lodging room, very nearby. He went directly there with the police, and what did they find? A short, shifty-looking, stooped man, shivering in fear.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Mr Sholmes's great deduction certainly hit the mark that time.
Susato:
Of course it did! He's a great detective!
Ryunosuke:
...Still, that means the incident occurred only two days ago. Surely tomorrow is too soon for the trial, isn't it?
Susato:
Definitely. We have no time to investigate properly!
Iris:
Hurley says that London is rife with crime.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Iris:
Scotland Yard is doing its best, but they can't stay on top of it, apparently.
Susato:
Oh dear. I hadn't realised the situation was so dire.
Iris:
That's why they can't afford to spend too much time investigating cases and trying the criminals in court. Staff and money are both short. Crimes are usually pinned on the first suspicious person.
Susato:
That's terrible! I suppose it's the harsh reality of the workings of the world's greatest justice system...
Ryunosuke:
I, I suppose it is... (But in that case... ...I don't hold out much hope for Soseki-san.)
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Iris, could I show you this...
Iris:
Oh, how exciting! What is it? Tell me all about it!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, actually, I was hoping you might be able to tell me something about it, if anything comes to mind?
Iris:
Why would it?
Ryunosuke:
Well... No, I suppose it wouldn't.
Iris:
Tell me, tell me! I want to hear everything!
Ryunosuke:
(This hasn't gone according to plan...)
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
Thank you for answering so many of our questions, Iris. This has been very informative.
Iris:
Oh, you're most welcome! I've had so much fun!
Ryunosuke:
...Do you happen to know where Mr Sholmes is at the moment? As you guessed, we'd like to ask him some questions about this case as well.
Iris:
Ah well... ...I expect Hurley is still investigating the scene.
Ryunosuke:
Of the case involving Mr Natsume, you mean?
Iris:
Yes, Mr Nuts...ooh-may? Hurley said he was going to the man's lodgings. If you leave now, you'll probably catch him there.
Susato:
Iris! Do you know where those lodgings are?
Iris:
Well...I imagine the police are still investigating the scene of the crime themselves, aren't they? Did you happen to come across a detective by the name of Gregson when you were there?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we know Inspector Gregson.
Iris:
Ah, goody. In that case... ...give Gregsy this from me, would you? If you do that, I'm sure he'll tell you what you want to know.
Ryunosuke:
What is this?
Susato:
A five shilling piece and a postcard, it seems...
Iris's postcard has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
It reads: 'Tell the gentleman in black whatever he wants to know. I trust that won't be a problem?' Gosh! This will make the inspector help us, will it?
Ryunosuke:
...Well, thank you, Iris. We'll give it a try.
Iris:
Good luck, then! I'm going to return to writing my manuscript. 'The Speckled Band'! And I'll be making more special blends of tea, so come back again soon!
Susato:
We'd be delighted! Thank you so much, Iris. Well, Mr Naruhodo...it's back to the scene of the crime!
Ryunosuke:
So, somewhat dubious that they would exert any influence over the men of Scotland Yard at all... ...we headed back to the scene with Iris's curious note and one of the world's heaviest silver coins in hand.
To be continued...
19th February, 2:38 p.m.
Briar Road
Ryunosuke:
It looks as though the police are still here, carrying on with their investigation.
Susato:
Perfect! So let's find Inspector Gregson as quickly as possible!
Ryunosuke:
Yes... And let's see if he'll take a break from his chips to look at that silver 'tip' Iris gave us for him!
Present
Iris's Postcard
Leads to:
"Erm, Inspector Gregson...do you have a moment?"
Ryunosuke:
Erm, Inspector Gregson...do you have a moment?
Gregson:
I'm sorry to say I don't. I'm a very busy man. Much too busy to talk to a pair of foreign gadabouts, that's for sure.
Susato:
We have these for you. A present...from Miss Iris Wilson.
Gregson:
WHAAAAAAT?! For me?! From Her Ladyship?
Ryunosuke:
Her Ladyship?
Gregson:
Give that here! At once! Come on! Hand it over! That's for me!
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (Don't wait for me to give it to you, will you?)
Ryunosuke:
Um...what was that coin exactly?
Gregson:
It's a silver crown, obviously. But it's a lot more than that. It's...well... It's an appearance fee, that's what it is!
Susato:
An appearance fee? ...Oh! I see. You mean...
Gregson:
That's right. For 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'. Her Ladyship always offers me a little financial reward for featurin' me. Every time!
Susato:
Yes! Yes, of course! ...I know all about your exploits, Inspector! I read them avidly!
Gregson:
'Course, her usin' my name without my say-so does make me the butt of a lot of unpleasant jokes, but still.
Ryunosuke:
I am sorry, Inspector. That must be difficult for you.
Gregson:
Never you mind that! So...what d'you want to know then, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
'Tell the gentleman in black whatever he wants to know. I trust that won't be a problem?' it says. Well obviously it's not a problem! Go on, fire away. What d'you want to know?
Susato:
Well, if you wouldn't mind, Inspector... ...we'd very much like to know the address of Mr Natsume's lodgings!
Gregson:
Ah, the little knife-wieldin', moustached Japanese fellow? He lives in a right old hovel. It's just over there, look. On the first floor of that house on the corner where that wreck of a bicycle's propped up.
Susato:
...That is nearby indeed.
Gregson:
If I remember rightly, the landlord is a Mr John Garrideb. ...Right, well... If you see her again, you make sure you give Her Ladyship my regards, you hear? I mean it! You tell her that Gregson sends his very best wishes!
Ryunosuke:
D-Don't worry, Inspector. We will.
Gregson:
Goodbye for now then. And long live Her Ladyship!
Susato:
Well, at least he told us what we wanted to know before he left.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. So then, shall we go and see what we can find in Mr Natsume's lodgings?
Susato:
Definitely!
Examine
Red brick building
Susato:
That's a rather typical old brick building, isn't it? I'm sure it has a long and interesting history.
Ryunosuke:
Well, time certainly seems to have taken its toll on the place. It's crooked and sagging all over. (In fact, it looks in decidedly worse shape than the other houses around here...)
Susato:
According to Inspector Gregson, that's the house where Mr Natsume has lodgings.
Ryunosuke:
Just across the road from where the incident took place, I see. (It must be awful for Soseki-san, getting caught up in something like this in a foreign land.)
19th February
Mr Natsume's Lodgings
Maid:
...May I help you?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, would this be the residence of...Mr John Garrideb?
Maid:
Indeed it would, sir. And who may I say is calling?
Ryunosuke:
My name is Ryunosuke Naruhodo. I, erm...
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo is representing Mr Soseki Natsume. I believe he takes lodgings here?
Maid:
...!
Susato:
We would very much like to ask him some questions about our client.
Maid:
...! ...One moment, please. I shall convey the message to Mr Garrideb.
Ryunosuke:
Did you see that, Miss Susato?! That was a real-life English maid!
Susato:
I know! As I understand it, anyone of standing in English society employs a number of household staff. But that was the first time I've ever seen one in the flesh! Oh, this day keeps getting better!
Ryunosuke:
It certainly feels like we've really arrived now, doesn't it?
Susato:
We need only to meet a butler, and the experience will be complete!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I'm not sure if I'd go that far, but...I understand the sentiment.
Maid:
Thank you for waiting. Mr Garrideb will see you now. This way.
Examine
John Garrideb or maid
Garrideb:
Good day to you. John Garrideb, at your service.
Susato:
Pleased to meet you, sir. This is Ryunosuke Naruhodo. He's a defence lawyer.
Garrideb:
Do excuse me not getting up. Took a shot to the knee a few years back in the Battle of Maiwand, don't you know. Earned a medal for my pains, but had to withdraw from service. Handed over the reins to the up-and-comings.
Ryunosuke:
(So he's a retired soldier...)
Garrideb:
It's a hell of a job getting up and down stairs now, I can tell you. Don't get out much, as you can imagine.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's quite a climb up here to the second floor, isn't it? I was panting at the top of the stairs.
Susato:
You really must take more exercise, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...do you think so?
Susato:
Well, Mr Garrideb, no doubt you were very courageous to earn yourself a medal.
Garrideb:
Oh, it was nothing. The medal's just a folderol, really. Wouldn't like to offend the general, though. So I grudgingly displayed it on the wall. Why don't you fetch it down, Joan? Let these good people see it properly.
Maid:
.........
Garrideb:
Joan! Fetch the- AAAAAARGH!!! Dash it all, woman! Be careful!
Maid:
Oh! Dearie me! I do beg your pardon, sir!
Garrideb:
Hmph! You jolly nearly took the skin off my hands!
Maid:
I shall be more careful, sir.
Garrideb:
So anyway, there you have it. Living the quiet life now.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I see.
Garrideb:
Now then, I hear you want to know about the chap lodging downstairs. Is that right?
Susato:
Yes! We would be very grateful if you could answer some questions for us.
Garrideb:
Only too pleased, naturally. Especially if it helps to keep the peace here in Blighty. We've forged an alliance with the Empire of Japan recently, as I'm sure you're aware. So this case is very much in public eye, as it were.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh, is it?
Garrideb:
Even had some famous detective poking around, you know. In this old house, would you believe?
Susato:
Yes! Mr Herlock Sholmes!
Garrideb:
Hmph, could have been. Didn't catch the chap's name. Not really my cup of tea, all that detective business.
Susato:
Oh, but...you have a copy of Randst Magazine here, so...
Garrideb:
Eh? Hm? Ah...no, erm...
Maid:
Anyway, the chap's investigating the foreigner's room as we speak.
Ryunosuke:
(So he's in Soseki-san's room...)
Garrideb:
It's a bally nuisance, is what it is. The whole neighbourhood's twitching its curtains now. I don't like all this fuss. It's jolly unsettling.
About Mr Natsume
Susato:
About Mr Natsume then, Mr Garrideb! Please, do tell us!
Garrideb:
Ah yes, the Japanese chap. Only been lodging here for a week.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, just one week? So he moved in very recently, then.
Garrideb:
I have two lodgers most of the time. One on the ground floor, and one just below us. The first floor room became available a week ago, you see. There'd been- AAAAAAAAARGH!!! Dash it all, Joan! Do be careful!
Maid:
Oh! My goodness! I'm terribly sorry, sir! ......... If you want to know my opinion... ...I thought he was a shady sort from the moment I set eyes on him.
Susato:
Oh? Why?
Maid:
He seemed to have a most nervous disposition. Always shaking, and looking over his shoulder. The man had 'shady' written across his sweat-soaked brow, if you ask me. I said to myself, 'Joan, that man is trouble. Sooner or later, he's going to do something untoward.' ...And I'm rarely wrong about anything.
Ryunosuke:
(We won't be calling this maid as a witness, that's for sure.)
Susato:
Was there anything else that struck you as suspicious about the man at all?
Maid:
...! Yes! Oh, yes, indeed there was!
Ryunosuke:
(And she's dying to tell us...)
The shady lodger (appears after "About Mr Natsume")
Ryunosuke:
Had you noticed anything else at all about your lodger, Mr Natsume?
Maid:
...! Oh my word, yes! The man was shadier than an orchard!
Susato:
Could you elaborate?
Maid:
Well, take the man's room. Absolutely stuffed full of books, it is. More than anyone could ever read! And he never so much as passes the time of day with another living soul. I haven't seen a single visitor call. He just trots off to that old bookshop every single day, and comes back at five to light the gas fire. And the funny little man is up long past the time everyone else in the house has gone to bed, too.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! I, I see.
Maid:
The gentleman on the ground floor goes to bed at around nine each night. But I've never known that Japanese fellow to retire any earlier than two in the morning.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Susato:
......... Could you clarify something, I wonder?
Maid:
What, pray?
Susato:
How do you know so much about Mr Natsume's routine?
Maid:
Oh!
Susato:
I'd understood that neither of the lodgers live on this floor of the house. Is that correct?
Garrideb:
That's right, yes. They're both below us. On the first floor and street level.
Susato:
Then...how is it that you know so much about the lives of your lodgers? The precise times that they come back in the evening, for example. Even the times they go to bed.
Maid:
.........
Garrideb:
AAAAAAAAARGH!!! Good grief, Joan! Be more careful, woman!
Maid:
Oh my goodness, sir! I'm terribly sorry, sir!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... Something doesn't add up here.)
Maid:
.........
The incident two days ago
Ryunosuke:
It seems that the incident took place at around five in the evening. Did you happen to look out of the window at around that time?
Garrideb:
Hm? The window?
Susato:
Yes, we noticed that the window over there looks out over Briar Road. The incident took place on the pavement just on the far side of the street. Was there anyone suspicious loitering nearby?
Garrideb:
Five o'clock is dinner time in the Garrideb household. So I'm afraid I don't remember seeing anything. How about you, Joan?
Maid:
No, sir. It would have been dusk outside already at that hour. And with the fog as well, I should think it would have been quite impossible to see the other side of the road.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see.
Susato:
Did you notice anything else out of the ordinary, then?
Garrideb:
Such as...?
Susato:
Anything at all! Even if it seems unrelated.
Garrideb:
Hmph, well...
Ryunosuke:
...! Yes? Was there something, then?
Garrideb:
Well, it's nothing particularly significant, but at around that sort of time in here, there- AAAAAAAAARGH!!! For the love of God, Joan! Watch what you're doing!
Maid:
Oh dearie me! What have I done? I'm awfully sorry, sir!
Garrideb:
Do be more careful, woman!
Maid:
Of course, sir. If I may, Mr Narrow-Hollow...
Ryunosuke:
Oh. ...Err, yes?
Maid:
I have an exceedingly good memory, and as far as I remember... ...nothing of any significance took place here at that hour. Nothing at all.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Really? Mr Garrideb? The way you were talking before, it sounded rather like there might have been.
Garrideb:
Oh, well. As I was saying, it was just a trifling matter really. Nothing of- AAAAAAAAARGH!!! Joan! Dash it all! What is the matter with you, woman!
Maid:
Begging your pardon, sir. ...Nothing happened.
Garrideb:
......... Hm, yes. Quite. Nothing happened. We sat down to a quiet, uneventful meal, hm, Joan?
Maid:
Thaaat's right, Mr Garrideb.
Ryunosuke:
......... (What is the matter with these two?!)
Susato:
It sounds like something happened here in this room on the evening of the incident...but what?
Ryunosuke:
(I wish I knew...)
Mr Natsume's room (appears after "The shady lodger" and "The incident two days ago")
Ryunosuke:
Could you tell us which floor Mr Natsume's room is on?
Garrideb:
Why, certainly. Just below us on the first floor.
Susato:
And Mr Sholmes is investigating there, even as we speak?
Garrideb:
Yes. Told me Nats-his-name had asked him to look into the matter, so I gave him the key.
Susato:
Mr Natsume has engaged Mr Sholmes's services?
Ryunosuke:
(That's a blatant lie.) Would it be alright if we also had a look around? In Mr Natsume's room, I mean.
Garrideb:
...Hmph, don't see why not. It's just down one flight of stairs.
Ryunosuke:
(Who knows if we'll find anything that could help us with the case, but we have to try.) We need all the clues we can lay our hands on. Shall we?
Susato:
Yes. And while we're there... ...we can speak with Mr Sholmes again! Perhaps he'll be able to tell us more.
Cannon
Ryunosuke:
That's a full-sized cannon! What's it doing in here?
Susato:
Oh my... It's real! I thought it might be a replica.
Garrideb:
That old thing? Bah, that's little more than a toy.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Garrideb:
The army was selling it off when I retired, so I decided to give it a new home. Never know when the enemy might attack next! Jolly useful to have a cannon about the house.
Ryunosuke:
Really? It isn't...overkill?
Garrideb:
Be prepared, I always say. You never know what this twisted world is going to throw at you next, boy.
Susato:
Do you think there may be trouble brewing, Mr Garrideb?
Garrideb:
Always is! Take Joan here. Never fails to have a clean apron in reserve. Dries them over the barrel, you see. They dry very well on the cannon there, Joan tells me. Which rather proves my point, I feel.
Ryunosuke:
(...It's been reduced to a drying rack. No wonder the huge cannon looks like it's hanging its head in shame.)
Pile of books
Ryunosuke:
I notice you have a pile of books here, Mr Garrideb. Do you enjoy reading?
Garrideb:
Ever experience a London winter, boy? The nights are long. No better way to pass the time than in front of the fire with a jolly good book.
Susato:
Oh! There's a copy of Randst Magazine here, I see. No doubt Mr Garrideb enjoys 'The Adventure of Herlock Sholmes', too!
Ryunosuke:
...The great detective has a great many followers, it would seem.
Uniform
Ryunosuke:
That uniform looks fairly ancient, doesn't it?
Susato:
It's clearly been well looked after though.
Garrideb:
That old thing? Pah! Not much better than rags, really.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Garrideb:
Wore that ceremonial garb at my retirement bash, you know. But I'm not one for dwelling on the past, me. Would have gladly thrown it out, but you know how it is. Anyway, doesn't hurt to have the odd piece of memorabilia lying around, does it?
Susato:
Oh...I see.
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps we should leave the past in the past...)
Mortar shells
Ryunosuke:
Are, are those mortar shells? They're enormous!
Susato:
Ah! I hadn't noticed! What are they doing here?
Garrideb:
Ah, those old things? Couple of little rounds I accidentally fired into the barracks during training, you know. Became a bit of colourful regiment folklore, that incident.
Ryunosuke:
You mean, you deliberately hunted out the spent shells?
Garrideb:
Well, I wouldn't say 'deliberately' exactly. They're only scrap iron, after all. Usually just thrown away, I believe. But you never know when things might come in useful, do you?
Ryunosuke:
...Useful for what, exactly?
Garrideb:
Hmmm...yes...well... Joan here did manage to knock one of the bally things on my foot the other day while she was dusting!
Susato:
Oh no!
Garrideb:
Hadn't shed a tear since 1869 before then, you know.
Ryunosuke:
(...Maybe reconsider throwing them away?)
Medal
Susato:
That looks like a medal of honour. And it's showcased on a very grand banner.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It's displayed with some pride, I would say. ...Although it bothers me that it's not straight.
Garrideb:
What, that old thing?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Garrideb:
I should be glad to see the back of it, but the general would turn in his grave if I disposed of it. The wall's the best place for it. Keeps the bally thing out of my way.
Ryunosuke:
(So it's just been polished to shine by accident, I suppose?)
Susato:
...There appears to be an inscription on the medal itself, look. Let me see... It says, 'For Distinguished Participation'.
Ryunosuke:
...Sounds like the kind of honours even I could be in line for.
Garrideb:
Well, one doesn't like to blow one's own trumpet. But I was given that for my time in the army. Can't measure an officer by the number of medals to his name, of course. Common knowledge in military circles.
Painting or lion
Ryunosuke:
...That portrait of Mr Garrideb is glaring at me, I swear.
Susato:
Have you noticed that all the little frames contain photographic prints of Mr Garrideb as well?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and...there seems to be a statue of a lion on the mantelpiece as well.
Garrideb:
Ah, yes. Seemed to come back from the local pawnbroker with that little trinket.
Ryunosuke:
'Seemed to come back'? What do you mean?
Garrideb:
The chap who runs the place is a bally wizard! Went in to sell him something and came out with that thing! In point of fact... Now I think about it, I rather often find myself leaving the place with something I don't need.
Susato:
The lion ornament certainly does seem surplus to requirements.
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san doesn't pull her punches! ...Or her throws, for that matter.)
Screen
Susato:
Look at that enormous screen! It must have been put there deliberately, surely.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It certainly seems like someone's trying to hide something from view. (What could be behind it, I wonder...)
Susato:
I'm going to have a very quick look. Just a little peek!
Maid:
Ahem! Ahem!
Ryunosuke:
...Maybe let's not, Miss Susato. I think the maid is going to head us off with a cup of tea.
Maid:
Ahem! Ahem!
Window
Susato:
This window looks out over Briar Road, where the young woman was attacked.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes... I can make out the policemen on the far side of the road investigating the crime scene.
Susato:
The glass is rather murky, isn't it? You can't see very clearly.
Ryunosuke:
Does this thing open at all, I wonder...
Maid:
I shouldn't underestimate the bitterness of a London winter, sir.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Maid:
As soon as you open that window, the tea will freeze in the pot! No Londoner would go opening windows at dusk in the middle of winter, I assure you.
Ryunosuke:
(It seems very unlikely that these two would have seen anything of the incident, then.)
Table or cakes
Susato:
Oh, look! What a wonderful collection of cakes lined up on that gleaming silver cake stand!
Ryunosuke:
('Lined up'? It looks more like someone has half demolished them to me.)
Maid:
Afternoon tea is a time of indulgence, you know. It is quite the English way. It is Mr Garrideb's custom to take two cakes with his tea.
Susato:
That sounds delightful!
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Wait a minute, though... There are at least ten cakes on this cake stand.
Maid:
Well, naturally! And it would never do to waste the leftovers. So whatever Mr Garrideb doesn't eat, I say to myself, 'Joan, you shall have to tidy up.'
Ryunosuke:
How...magnanimous of you.
Candles
Susato:
This old candle holder looks a little out of place here, wouldn't you say?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. It's clearly supposed to be gold, but it's almost completely black for some reason.
Garrideb:
Ah, um...that old thing, yes. Just a cheap of ironmongery. Gimcrack, really.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Garrideb:
Used it when I was studying, don't you know? For my commission. I know it's old. Hardly worth hanging on to, really. But...well, still has its uses sometimes.
Susato:
Of course.
Ryunosuke:
Does everything in this room have some elaborate story behind it?
Susato:
They're memories, Mr Naruhodo... Memories.
Dresser or shelves on right
Ryunosuke:
Look at this crockery on display here. It's rather...unusual, isn't it?
Susato:
Oh my! A genuine London dresser! Isn't it delightful?! ...Although the shelves seem to be broken, and the crockery is... Oh dear! It's in pieces!
Ryunosuke:
It really is. The word 'cracked' wouldn't do that chinaware justice.
Susato:
......... Ah! I wonder... Perhaps the cannon was fired at it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, probably something like that. (But let's not delve too deeply here...)
Sholmes's Suite
Examine
Iris Wilson
Ryunosuke:
Iris is hard at work at her desk, look. She's tapping away on her typewriter so fast, her fingers are a blur.
Iris:
Sorry, I can't stop! I have to meet the deadline for the next issue!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. You must be very busy then.
Susato:
Don't disturb her, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...I won't! So you can lower your arms now, please.
19th February
Mr Natsume's Room
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? Just look at this place! (And smell it! It's so musty in here. I suppose it's the mountains of old books that are responsible for that.)
Susato:
......... I don't think I've ever seen so many books in all my life!
Ryunosuke:
No, me neither. It's so dark in here, too.
Susato:
Is that the window over there?
Ryunosuke:
Well, it WAS the window, I think, yes. Once upon a time. (But for some reason it's been closed up with bricks and mortar.) So this is where Mr Natsume lives...
Susato:
By the way... ...I haven't spotted Mr Sholmes anywhere, have you?
Ryunosuke:
No, that's true. But according to what Mr Garrideb told us... ...the great detective should be around here somewhere investigating.
Examine
Desk
Susato:
That desk seems to be wedged into a crevasse between the mountains of books on either side.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose Mr Natsume would sit there and read while stroking his cat. But surrounded on all sides by these towering old tomes... Surely he dreamt of books every night as well.
Susato:
Yes...he must have done, mustn't he? ...Oh! What's this? It's a receipt from a secondhand bookshop. 'Yore Books'...
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. Mr Natsume's name is on it, look. And the date of purchase... Ah, two days ago at 4:45 p.m. (That's the day of the incident!)
Susato:
That's just a short while before he was embroiled in the terrible attack! He must have been on his way back from buying some old books.
The secondhand book receipt has been entered into the Court Record.
Desk (subsequent times)
Susato:
That desk seems to be wedged into a crevasse between the mountains of books on either side.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose Mr Natsume would sit there and read while stroking his cat. But surrounded on all sides by these towering old tomes... Surely he dreamt of books every night as well.
Susato:
Yes...he must have done, mustn't he?
Herlock Sholmes (appears after examining desk)
Leads to:
"Aaah! Look, Mr Naruhodo!"
Cat figurine
Susato:
Oh look! It's a beckoning cat from home!
Ryunosuke:
It's a bit big and bulky, isn't it? Surely Mr Natsume didn't bring that maneki-neko all the way from Japan with him.
Susato:
I hardly think you're in a position to comment, Mr Naruhodo. Are you forgetting the enormous daruma doll that you brought in your luggage?
Ryunosuke:
...Well, it can be dangerous travelling abroad. I wanted a lucky charm.
Susato:
Well, I imagine Mr Natsume wanted the same. And this cat is sure to beckon good luck to him.
Ryunosuke:
(It's not doing a very good job so far, is it?)
Susato:
You mustn't say such things!
Ryunosuke:
I didn't say a word! (...Why are my eyes such a giveaway?)
Piles of books
Ryunosuke:
Look at all those books stacked up there! They almost reach the ceiling.
Susato:
They're all works of English literature. ...And they all smell so musty.
Ryunosuke:
With this volume of books to hand, you'd never be short of reading material, would you?
Susato:
No, what a dreamy idea!
Ryunosuke:
(...A bad dream, maybe. For me at least.) Mind you, I don't imagine the book that's at the bottom of the pile now will ever be read again.
Susato:
Ah, so reading is an experience that comes but once in a lifetime. Just as the tea ceremony teaches us.
Ryunosuke:
...I certainly didn't expect the conversation to turn down the path of tea ceremony philosophy.
Bricked up window
Ryunosuke:
Could you even call this a window?
Susato:
I think so... It was a window at one time, after all. Although all that remains is a frame around some bricks now.
Ryunosuke:
So really it's just a wall then, isn't it? But why would anyone deliberately brick it up like that?
Susato:
I'm afraid I have no idea. Ah! Perhaps Mr Natsume painted the brick design on in a fit of whimsy.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... That's alarmingly feasible. Anyway, whatever the reason, the lack of ventilation in here makes the place very oppressive.
Susato:
It does. I imagine being cooped up in a room like this would be extremely trying.
Cat
Susato:
Oh my! What an adorable little cat! Perhaps he's looking after all the books while his master is away.
Ryunosuke:
I don't know about that. He disappeared into that pile of books as quick as a flash. It was a tricolor 'mi-ke', wasn't it? Do they even have that sort of cat here in Great Britain?
Susato:
Perhaps Mr Natsume brought the little creature with him from Japan.
Ryunosuke:
...That's made me feel homesick now.
Susato:
Already? We've only been in the country for two days.
Paper wads on floor
Ryunosuke:
Look at all these balls of paper on the floor. There are notes scrawled all over them. In English. It looks like the wastepaper basket is so full, they've just fallen out.
Susato:
I think Mr Natsume must have been deeply immersed in his research, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
Or deeply averse to tidying up his mess.
Susato:
......... I...wouldn't like to speculate which is closer to the truth.
Susato:
Aaah! Look, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Ah-ha! There he is! (Where did he appear from?)
Susato:
He seems to be engrossed in the pages of an old book. I hope heh won't mind if we disturb him... Hellooo! Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
...! Ah, you two! Good day. Now, let me see... Where was it that we met?
Susato:
Oh, Mr Sholmes! We were together on the SS Burya.
Sholmes:
Yes, of course! The Burya. And let me see... What happened on that voyage?
Ryunosuke:
It was Kazuma Asogi. He died...tragically. But you were a great help to us.
Sholmes:
Ah yes, but of course! The case of Mr Asogi! It was the one with the snake, wasn't it?
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
Well...you seem to remember...something of it, at least.
Susato:
What an honour, to be remembered vaguely by the great Herlock Sholmes! This is Mr-
Sholmes:
Oh no no, my dear madam, hold your tongue! I pride myself on my superior powers of recollection. Your names are safely recorded in my brain-attic. Miss Naruhodo... ...and Mr Susato!
Ryunosuke:
...Try the other way around, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! I lose the first round!
Sholmes:
...In truth, I had hoped to invite you both to my Baker Street suite the day we arrived in London. But some Scotland Yarders ambushed me at the railway station and whisked me away to a crime scene. It was an entirely trivial case, of course. I solved the matter in no more than thirty minutes.
Ryunosuke:
(So they apprehended Soseki-san in THAT short an amount of time?)
Sholmes:
I'm afraid the pursuance of a new case has dulled my recollection of my past involvements a little.
Ryunosuke:
'A little'?
Sholmes:
It is a mistake to think that one's brain-attic has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. I do my best to forget useless facts, lest they should elbow out the useful ones. Yes! Those are my own words of inimitable wisdom, you know. From an adventure entitled, 'A Study in Scarlet'.
Ryunosuke:
...Please, there's no need to quote yourself.
Sholmes:
I don't always remember my pearls of wisdom, but fortunately, my associate pens them beautifully.
Ryunosuke:
(He means Iris, I suppose.)
Susato:
Mr Sholmes... ...we have some extremely important questions to ask you about the 'trivial case' you just mentioned!
Sholmes:
Goodness! What an earnest expression. My dear madam, I should be only too pleased. And this murky room is an apt place to discuss the murky case!
Converse
Mr Natsume's arrest
Ryunosuke:
We know this to be the lodgings of a Japanese foreign student by the name of Soseki Natsume. It seems that you assisted in his arrest, Mr Sholmes. For the stabbing of a young woman outside here on Briar Road.
Sholmes:
Hm, Natsume... Yes, I believe it was a name rather along those lines.
Susato:
But Mr Natsume denies it! Was it really justifiable to arrest him on so little?
Sholmes:
......... I'm sorry, Miss Susato... ...but I have not the slightest idea what you mean.
Susato:
Wha...?
Ryunosuke:
(I can't believe he was looking Susato-san squarely in the eye while feigning ignorance.)
Sholmes:
I assure you, I am not merely feigning ignorance. It would appear as if the pair of you are under some misapprehension.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? How?
Sholmes:
I assure you I have no recollection of accusing your stooped compatriot of the crime.
Ryunosuke:
But that doesn't make sense!
Sholmes:
The good detective of Scotland Yard made the following request of me, and I quote verbatim: 'We need you to ascertain the identity and whereabouts of a man seen fleeing the crime scene.'
Ryunosuke:
Ah... A man...seen fleeing...
Sholmes:
There were a number of books scattered on the pavement at the scene. From the bookplates, I was quickly able to determine the bookshop from which they had been purchased. On speaking with the proprietor, I was immediately led to this address. ...Elementary, wouldn't you say? I believe there is a receipt around here somewhere from the establishment in question.
Ryunosuke:
So you don't think Mr Natsume is the culprit then!
Sholmes:
Hm...that I could not tell you. But it was aggravating my faculties. Hence why I returned here. However, this place is such a trove of fascinating books, I found myself quite lost in bibliophily. ...Do not be deceived into believing that I am a man of leisure. No no no!
Susato:
Oh dear...
Mr Garrideb, the landlord
Sholmes:
Ah...tell me... ...have you encountered the landlord of these lodgings?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Mr Garrideb. ...A retired military man.
Susato:
It was the first time I've ever met a soldier from the great British institution that is the Services.
Ryunosuke:
And it was the first time I've ever met a maid from the great British institution that is...service.
Sholmes:
......... Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
I-I didn't think it was THAT funny...!
Sholmes:
I do apologise. As you may well be aware, many households in London employ a maid.
Susato:
Yes! I read as much in my 'Great Britain Primer'.
Sholmes:
And so conversely... ...whether or not a household employs a maid has come to betoken the social standing of those dwelling therein.
Ryunosuke:
Betoken their social standing? ...Sorry?
Sholmes:
Put simply, my dear fellow... ...those who employ at least a single maid are considered middle class. Those who do not, are beneath that. In the upper echelons of society, of course, households employ enough staff to constitute a large family. 
Susato:
Goodness! How extraordinary...
Sholmes:
As you can appreciate, for those on the precarious boundary between the middle and lower classes... ...being able to afford just one maid is of the first importance.
Ryunosuke:
I...I had no idea.
Sholmes:
And it is for precisely that reason, that I find great stimulation in the situation upstairs. Specifically, in the retired army veteran, Mr John Garrideb.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Sholmes:
Affable as he is, the fellow is hiding something. Whether or not it imposes on the circumstances of this case, I am as yet unable to ascertain.
Ryunosuke:
(...I'm thoroughly lost on what he means to say.)
The dingy room
Sholmes:
...This room is thoroughly suffocating for the soul, my dear fellow. I assure you, any man whose lot is to dwell in a place such as this will stab somebody sooner or later.
Susato:
Mr Natsume has stabbed no one!
Sholmes:
Ah, but 'sooner or later', as I said...
Susato:
I don't believe that's the issue here.
Ryunosuke:
...About this dark little room, Mr Sholmes... Why is there no longer a window? Do you have any idea?
Sholmes:
No window?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I mean, I can clearly see that there is a window... of sorts. But it's been completely blocked with bricks.
Sholmes:
Ah, I see. The answer to that question is quite simple: Window tax.
Ryunosuke:
Window...tax? What is that?
Susato:
Surely...not a tax on windows?
Sholmes:
Precisely that.
Susato:
Oh my goodness!
Sholmes:
Until relatively recently, a tax was levied on households in this country by the number of their windows. Those of lesser means, having inherited a sizeable and costly family home perhaps, rapidly closed windows up. While the rich opened windows here, there and everywhere... ...in an effort to curry favour with those in power by furnishing them with large sums of tax money.
Susato:
How awful! ...And unjust! Forcing people to live in rooms devoid of light!
Sholmes:
Indeed, disease was rife as a result. So some forty years ago, or thereabouts, the window tax was abolished. But its legacy remains, as you can see. In squalid lodgings such as these, for example.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose Mr Natsume's stipend for living here in London isn't very generous perhaps...
Sholmes:
It would appear so. I've done a little digging... ...and discovered that these lodgings were offered at an extraordinarily low price.
Susato:
Because the room is so awful, I should think.
Ryunosuke:
Apparently Mr Natsume only moved in here about one week ago.
Sholmes:
Yes, that's correct. However... ...I don't believe the low rent is explained by the shabby nature of the accommodation.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Sholmes:
Still, that is of little relevance here. A matter not worthy of further attention.
Ryunosuke:
(Are you sure? I'm curious now...)
Present
Armband
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, please! Despite aversions to the contrary, I am a professional. If I am to unleash my deductive powers on that trinket... ...I must ask for a sum of three pounds in cash.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I don't need you to make any deductions about it. I was just wondering if you might know-
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo! As a professional, I insist that if I am to offer my opinion on that trinket... ...I must ask for a sum of three pounds in cash.
Susato:
...I believe Mr Sholmes has his eye on an expensive copy of 'The Complete Works of Shakespeare'.
Sholmes:
Yes, to stand on the stage amid rapturous applause... It has long been a dream of mine, as you know.
Ryunosuke:
...I literally had no idea.
Secondhand Book Receipt
Sholmes:
Ah, the receipt for the books our stooped Japanese friend purchased. I uncovered that yesterday morning. A marvellous find, wouldn't you agree?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes. The work of a truly great detective.
Sholmes:
What a scatterbrained individual he must be to have left it behind. ...Curiously, there was no mention of this publication on the receipt. Odd, when you consider how fascinating it is.
Ryunosuke:
You mean not everyone in London buys Randst Magazine every time they visit a shop? Yes, odd indeed...
Susato:
Oh, Mr Sholmes! How expertly you slipped that into the conversation!
Sholmes:
Ah, I'm glad you agree! Detective stories can be great works of literature, too, my dear fellow!
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
...Um, have you seen this, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Shh! I must have silence! It is of the first importance when I am in the throes of deduction that nothing irrelevant distracts me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, sorry.
Sholmes:
......... Cloudy changing to fair, perhaps...
Ryunosuke:
(You were in the throes of deducing the weather...?)
After clearing all Converse options:
Sholmes:
Well, I believe I've told you all I can now.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Ah yes, Mr Naruhodo... ...was it not your intention to become a practitioner of law?
Ryunosuke:
...! (You remembered that, did you?)
Sholmes:
Will you perhaps be offering your services in this very matter, I wonder? To the occupant of this room, Mr...Natsume, was it?
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm not sure.
Sholmes:
Not sure? On what grounds?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I actually defended someone in court here only yesterday.
Sholmes:
Really? Well then, I congratulate you, sir, on an ambition realised. And so promptly, too.
Ryunosuke:
The thing is... ...it's really made me question things. Am I right to believe in my clients? To trust in their innocence?
Sholmes:
......... Hm, yes. Trust...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes... ...Mr Natsume didn't do it, did he?
Sholmes:
......... Ah ha ha ha ha hah! My dear fellow, I haven't the first idea!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! But... ...I thought that's why you were here. Didn't you come back to investigate?
Sholmes:
Ah yes, that was indeed my initial intention. But there are simply too many fascinating books here. I couldn't possibly ignore them.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I see.
Sholmes:
Nevertheless, there are two facts that I can state quite unequivocally. The man who fled the scene of the crime two days ago was the Japanese occupant of this room. And... ...there are witnesses who swear to having seen the same man commit the crime. ...That is all I can say.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sholmes:
Ah, and one more thing...
Susato:
Oh! What is it, Mr Sholmes! Tell us!
Sholmes:
I cannot say with any certainty whether or not it is of relevance to this case, but I am quite sure... ...that the retired army man who owns this property... is hiding something.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb is...? (Mr Sholmes said as much before actually, didn't he?)
Sholmes:
Anyway, at present, that is really all that plays on my mind in relation to this case.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...as yet our investigations have uncovered nothing that could help establish Mr Natsume's innocence.
Ryunosuke:
No, you're right. (Perhaps it's time we probed a little deeper into Mr Garrideb's secret...)
Sholmes:
Just remember, I cannot be sure whether the landlord's secret will prove to be of relevance or not. But I wish you every success, of course, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, a busy man, indeed... He's gone back to his book in the corner of the room.)
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Ryunosuke:
Excuse me, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
Hm, yes, so true. To be, or not to be... ...that is indeed the question...Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
......... (To be, or not to be brushed off. That is the question. And the answer is all too clear.)
Susato:
...Let's leave Mr Sholmes in peace, shall we?
19th February
Mr Garrideb's Room
Garrideb:
Ah, you pair again. Tell me, was the detective chap - I forget his name - still hard at work down there?
Susato:
Mr Herlock Sholmes?
Garrideb:
Ah yes, rings a vague bell. All that detective business isn't really my thing, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
Well, Mr Sholmes is...in his element down there.
Garrideb:
Jolly good show. Another cup of tea, if you please, Joan. ...Now then, why don't you tell me what- AAAAAAAAARGH!!! For the umpteenth time, woman, will you watch what you're bally well doing?!
Maid:
I shall be serving dinner shortly, sir.
Garrideb:
Hm? Ah... Yes, of course. Frightfully rude of me, but I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to take your leave, if you'd be so kind?
Susato:
Oh, yes, of course. We are deeply grateful for all your assistance.
Garrideb:
Not at all, not at all! Don't get much chance to talk with young foreigners like yourselves. It's been a pleasure. Best of luck, and all that. ...Perhaps you could see yourselves out.
Ryunosuke:
(According to Mr Sholmes... ...Mr Garrideb is hiding something. And since no other avenues of investigation seem open to us at the moment, perhaps we should do some digging.)
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Leads to:
"Ah..."
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (What's he doing over there?)
Susato:
M...Mr Sholmes?!
Sholmes:
Ah-ha! We meet again, my dear fellows!
Garrideb:
Good gracious! When did you sneak in here?
Sholmes:
Herlock Sholmes, sir, at your service.
Maid:
Whatever were you doing over by the window?
Sholmes:
I am given to watching the evening sky as the sun sets, madam. Yet sadly, cheerful as the room downstairs undoubtedly is, it lacks an aperture for such observation. So I took the liberty of borrowing a small corner of space by the window up here.
Garrideb:
Hmph. Well...
Ryunosuke:
(Keeping an eye to one's windows at dusk is the prudent thing to do in London, I'm gathering...)
Sholmes:
Ah, and one other thing, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Me?
Sholmes:
I thought perhaps you might be in need... ...of a certain great detective's...great mind!
Ryunosuke:
...! (Wait, he's not talking about...? Is he? I, I didn't expect to be going through that again so soon...)
Susato:
Do you mean, Mr Sholmes...?
Sholmes:
There is a mighty secret in this modest room. My eyes see even the most trivial of trifles. I take it you're prepared, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I, I think so!
Sholmes:
There is just time enough for one of my greatly admired great deductions. Let us conclude the matter before dark! Mr Garrideb... ...though it would seem you are a military man of considerably distinguished service... ...your standing as a landlord is most certainly not what one might call, 'first-rate'.
Garrideb:
Hm?
Sholmes:
I'm afraid, sir, that it is all too clear to me. There are two conclusions I have been able to draw by careful observation of your living arrangements.
Garrideb:
I beg your pardon?
Sholmes:
The first... ...is that even as we speak, you are concealing the presence of a ferocious beast in your care!
Garrideb:
Eh?
Sholmes:
And the second... ...is that as a result of the beast's violent rampage, you have lost something very dear to you!
Garrideb:
Ah! Er...
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, look!
Ryunosuke:
(The old man's broken out in a cold sweat... Unbelievably, it seems Mr Sholmes's conclusions...are both spot on!)
Garrideb:
...How? How could you possibly...?
Sholmes:
'How could I possibly know?' you mean to enquire? The answer couldn't be simpler, sir. For in the dense jungle of logic and reasoning...I am the king of beasts!
Garrideb:
Agh!
Sholmes:
And I know only too well, that wild beasts are not easily tamed. So...shall we begin? Once again, Herlock Sholmes is proud to present...his 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
The Great DeductionThe game is afoot!
Topic 1
Nature of the Beast
Sholmes:
It certainly shouldn't take a great detective to see... ...that a fearsome beast has been on the rampage of late within these four walls. Thus we are faced with the question: What form might this beast take? Ah, for a man with a military breeding, your eyes are uncommonly candid.
Garrideb:
I...!
Sholmes:
Your furtive glance, Mr Garrideb, leads us directly to the answer. The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that lion statue! Yes, though an army man, you appear unimposing at best. A fact that has fuelled your admiration for the mighty lion, the king of beasts.
Garrideb:
What is this piffle, I ask you?!
Sholmes:
In the end, your admiration became so great, in fact... ...that you had a living, breathing specimen shipped from India, which you tried to keep in this very house!
Garrideb:
WHAAAT?!
Sholmes:
Yet living with such a wild beast proved more difficult than you had imagined. The chilling traces of a wild rampage are still very much in evidence.
Maid:
Well!
Sholmes:
Yet as we look around, the beast in question fails to present itself. Where could this angry creature have disappeared to... madam?
Maid:
M-Me?!
Sholmes:
I pray you do not consider me unchivalrous, but it is plain to me with one glance in your direction.
Maid:
It...it is?
Sholmes:
Your dress pocket gives us a handsome clue as to the beast's current whereabouts! For protruding from it is a handbill advertising a circus show.
Maid:
Ah!
Sholmes:
Yes, you sought to dispose of this terrifying lion, Mr Garrideb. At 'Batty's Circus'... ...a travelling show currently sojourning in a nearby park. I have observed the tents. You sold the savage lion, sir, to the circus troupe!
Garrideb:
I, I most certainly did not!
Sholmes:
...I believe I have made my point. The fearsome beast which ran amok in this room...was an Indian lion! And a simple visit to the circus now will reveal the lion prancing jubilantly through a ring of fire!
Topic 1
Nature of the Beast
Conclusion
A rampaging Asiatic lion
Topic 2
Aftermath
Sholmes:
Now...Mr Garrideb... ...it is plainly clear that you still have deep feelings for this formidable 'beast'. Indeed, in that blithe pose, the distress this loss has caused you is veritably tangible.
Garrideb:
...!
Sholmes:
Your head weighs heavy on your shoulders. The pain you feel being revealed by that supporting arm. Amid fits of tears, you let your beloved beast go. The strain of losing something so dear to you is clearly visible in your visage.
Garrideb:
Nonsense man! I, I simply...
Sholmes:
But what, we must now ask ourselves, is the true cause of this pain? And we need only follow the direction of your gaze to find the answer. Yes, it is this pile of bills that has given rise to the pain you suffer. Every envelope contains another demand for payment.
Maid:
Ah...
Sholmes:
For cart-loads of meat, potatoes, wheat and tea. Indeed, feeding your beloved has had a devastating impact on the financial circumstances of your household. And so you had no choice but to let it go.
Garrideb:
Yes, well, erm...
Sholmes:
Now...in a final fit of rage, the ferocious beast carried out one last, unimaginable attack...
Maid:
Un-Unimaginable...?
Sholmes:
...The aftermath of which can be clearly seen by observing the carpet over there! A very expensive woollen carpet, if I am not mistaken.
Maid:
Oh dearie me...
Sholmes:
What could have caused such a destructive outburst?
Maid:
Ah...
Sholmes:
...This time, madam, I'm afraid it is you who has inadvertently revealed the truth to me. Your wandering eye has settled upon the answer very neatly indeed. Yes, to explain the dire state of the carpet, we need only look at the tower of cakes!
Maid:
Ah!
Sholmes:
There is no creature more dangerous on this earth than a beast with an unsatiated appetite. Was it or was it not once said by a noblewoman, 'If they have no bread, let them eat cake'? Food is at the heart of all tragedy, in fact.
Maid:
Whatever do you mean?
Sholmes:
Having tired of the taste of cake, the beast began to stalk its next prey. I'm sure I need not spell out the nature of this final act of destruction carried out by the beast. There is only one logical conclusion: Worked into a frenzy by hunger, the lion attacked and ate the carpet! The teeth marks in the carpet...are a perfect match with those of a lion I once saw in India.
Topic 2
Aftermath
Conclusion
Carpet gnawed on by the starving lion
Sholmes:
Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction...of this beastly puzzle!
Garrideb:
AAAAAAAAARGH!!! What is the matter with you, Joan?! You're pouring scalding hot tea all over me!
Maid:
Oh...I'm sorry, Mr Garrideb. I'm afraid I didn't notice.
Sholmes:
My deductions can be startlingly sharp. It stands to reason that your cup runneth over. Indeed, my revelations can make people spill tears at times, too.
Maid:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
Erm, Mr Sholmes, sorry to butt in...again. But could I make an observation?
Sholmes:
Why certainly, Mr Naruhodo. What is it...again?
Ryunosuke:
Well, your deductions just now... Do you really think a lion could have fit inside a room of this size?
Sholmes:
Indeed. It is the only explanation for the facts. The terrifying truth all too often lies beyond the realms of common sense!
Ryunosuke:
(But wouldn't it be an idea to consider what lies inside the realms of common sense as well?)
Susato:
But...if an uncaged lion had run amok in this very room... ...surely Mr Garrideb and his maid would have been hurt...or worse.
Sholmes:
Ah, that's where you are stuck. No doubt the former military man held his own against the beast using that large cannon.
Ryunosuke:
I thought you said that they sold the lion to the circus...
Susato:
And what about the food? Meat and potatoes are one thing... ...but I don't believe I have ever heard of a lion that drinks tea.
Sholmes:
Ah, my dear Miss Susato. It occurs to me with some regularity... ...that irrespective of race and breeding, whenever anyone lands on Great British soil... ...they are infused with a highly appropriate taste for afternoon tea!
Susato:
Oh! ...What a glorious notion! Well then, Mr Naruhodo! It's your turn to shine again!
Ryunosuke:
I...had a feeling that was coming.
Susato:
A slight massage, that's all Mr Sholmes's deductions need. You can do it!
Sholmes:
Excellent. I've been waiting for my trusty partner in deduction to step forward, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(...We don't even know yet whether or not this is going to help with Mr Natsume's case. Still... ...uncovering the truth is always worthwhile, whatever the motivation! ...At least, that's what I want to believe...)
Sholmes:
Let us start again from the beginning... ...of Herlock Sholmes's 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
Course CorrectionHold it, Mr Sholmes!
Topic 1
Nature of the Beast
Conclusion
A rampaging Asiatic lion
Sholmes:
It certainly shouldn't take a great detective to see... ...that a fearsome beast has been on the rampage of late within these four walls. Thus we are faced with the question: What form might this beast take? Ah, for a man with a military breeding, your eyes are uncommonly candid.
Garrideb:
I...!
Sholmes:
Your furtive glance, Mr Garrideb, leads us directly to the answer. The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that lion statue!
Ryunosuke:
...I really didn't see the lion thing coming.
Susato:
No, but if you observe Mr Garrideb's reaction... ...it rather seems as though some beast did indeed run amok here in this room.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, something with a very fierce nature.
Susato:
But it couldn't have been a lion transported from India.
Ryunosuke:
So what was it, then?
Susato:
We must follow Mr Garrideb's gaze. That will lead us to the true answer!
Examine lion statue
Ryunosuke:
Well, this is the lion statue that Mr Sholmes picked out.
Susato:
Yes... I wonder... ...perhaps if you did live with a lion, it would prove to be a rather sweet companion.
Ryunosuke:
I think... ...that's like a mouse trying to tell its family that the cat around the house is sweet.
Susato:
I supposed it IS a bit of a flight of fancy, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Anyway, the beast we're looking for is something else. Let's have a good look around!
Examine mortar shells
Ryunosuke:
Th-These are shells for the cannon, are they? What a strange place to keep them.
Susato:
I imagine they have some significance to Mr Garrideb. From his time in the army. ...Ah, of course! He mentioned a battle to us before, didn't he? Do you remember? He said that he'd been shot in the knee. Perhaps it was one of these that hit him?
Ryunosuke:
...If a round that size had hit his knee, there'd be nothing left of it...or Mr Garrideb for that matter. (Mr Sholmes has a Persian slipper... ...and this man has spent shells. Perhaps it's customary in Britain to display...well, rubbish, on the mantelpiece...)
Examine photograph frame
Ryunosuke:
What's this photograph?
Susato:
It appears to be from Mr Garrideb's wedding. He looks very happy, doesn't he?
Ryunosuke:
He does, but...you can't make out his bride.
Susato:
No, how unfortunate. Something must have struck the glass directly over the woman's face.
Ryunosuke:
(I wonder what happened... Probably best not to delve too deeply there.)
Examine newlywed bride
Susato:
The glass is broken, so you can't see the bride's face at all.
Ryunosuke:
But no amount of cracks could hide the woman's plump form.
Susato:
I think 'powerful' would be kinder than 'plump', Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, she certainly looks that. There's a lot of horsepower here. Not someone you'd want to upset, that's for sure.
Susato:
Oh look! Have you noticed her wedding ring? It's very large, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's an unusual design.
Susato:
It looks like some sort of embellished sunflower.
Examine Mr Garrideb
Susato:
This must have been when Mr Garrideb was still in the army.
Ryunosuke:
He seems to be carrying his rather stout bride effortlessly, and beaming a smile at the same time.
Susato:
I suppose he was very strong in his younger years.
Ryunosuke:
Hard to imagine now. He's as thin as a rake.
Examine photograph frame, then present newlywed bride
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that newlywed bride!"
Present lion statue
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
There is no beast more ferocious than the lion. And no lion that wouldn't unleash its ferocity in unfamiliar surroundings such as this. So it must have been a lion! No other proof is necessary!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that lion statue!"
Present mortar shells
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The true identity of the 'beast' that tore this room apart is these shells... ...with their butter-wouldn't-melt accomplice, the cannon! But war is good for nothing. It brings only destruction. ...Something we must all strive to understand!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that lion statue!"
Present photograph frame
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Behind the lion statute on the mantelpiece, almost deliberately hidden from view, is a photograph. Though I have yet to examine it in detail, I can assure you that it holds the answer. Because I'm employing an extremely advanced detection technique called 'jumping to conclusions', you see!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that lion statue!"
Examine photograph frame, then present Mr Garrideb
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
As we can see from this photographic print, some ten years ago, you were a fighting fit soldier, Mr Garrideb. No doubt a man of such strength could devastate a room like this in a fit of rage! But that was ten years ago, sir. Do you not think it's time you tidied the place up?
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that lion statue!"
The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that lion statue!
Susato:
Well, what we do know with some certainty, is that a destructive creature has been at work in this room.
Ryunosuke:
And that Mr Garrideb inadvertently looked in the direction of something that gives its identity away. (Yes, if we investigate thoroughly enough, we ought to find the answer.)
Susato:
What did Mr Garrideb turn to look at? It's here somewhere. We simply need to find it!
Ryunosuke:
The true nature of the beast that has run rampant here is revealed by that newlywed bride!
Sholmes:
Precisely, Mr Naruhodo! No other explanation could possibly fit! Yes, this framed print pictures your wife, Mr Garrideb. And while we lament the fact that her face is obscured...
Ryunosuke:
...we can still make out her mighty arms, and note the considerable horsepower they must contain.
Garrideb:
Oh, um...
Sholmes:
Indeed! Surely any woman of such powerful constitution would be honoured to be described as a 'beast'!
Ryunosuke:
Um...'honoured' might be stretching a point...
Sholmes:
Too late! The fact remains that the beast, which so clearly savaged this room... ...was your wife, Mr Garrideb!
Garrideb:
GYAAARGH!
Sholmes:
The chilling traces of a wild rampage are still very much in evidence.
Maid:
Well!
Sholmes:
Yet as we look around, the beast in question fails to present itself. Where could this angry creature have disappeared to... madam?
Maid:
M-Me?!
Sholmes:
I pray you do not consider me unchivalrous, but it is plain to me with one glance in your direction.
Maid:
It...it is?
Sholmes:
Your dress pocket gives us a handsome clue as to the beast's current whereabouts!
Susato:
The poor, fragile, defenceless woman is beside herself!
Ryunosuke:
Well... ...I don't know about 'fragile'.
Susato:
Oh...dear... Anyway, Mr Sholmes is quite right. There's no sign of a Mrs Garrideb anywhere.
Ryunosuke:
But it seems there may be a clue as to her whereabouts. A clue that this maid is trying to hide! (I wonder where Mr Garrideb's wife could be...)
Examine maid
Ryunosuke:
Two tightly shut eyes to avoid even the chance of a giveaway glance. Pursed lips to prevent any secrets from slipping out. Rounded cheeks to deflect any abuse that might be hurled her way. ...Yes, this is an unnervingly powerful woman, Miss Susato.
Susato:
...It's your turn of phrase that's unnerving, Mr Naruhodo.
Examine teapot
Susato:
What a charming little teapot. And it's in pristine condition. Joan has been pouring some deliciously fragrant tea from it for Mr Garrideb, hasn't she?
Ryunosuke:
Well, not so much 'for Mr Garrideb'... ...as 'on Mr Garrideb'. Wouldn't you say?
Susato:
I wouldn't dream of drawing attention to it!
Examine pocket
Susato:
That certainly does appear to be a circus handbill poking out from her pocket. 'Batty's Circus'...currently performing shows in a park not far from here.
Ryunosuke:
You don't think...? Surely Mr Garrideb didn't sell his wife to the circus!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! How could you even think such a thing?
Ryunosuke:
I, I was only joking.
Susato:
Besides... ...I would have gone with 'Do you think he fed her to his pet lion?'
Ryunosuke:
...That's somehow worse.
Examine wedding ring
Ryunosuke:
She's wearing a very large ring, look.
Susato:
Oh yes. A sunflower design, with some rather nice embellishments. And it's on the ring finger of her left hand, which means... ...it's surely a wedding ring!
Ryunosuke:
It looks like it's on there for life, too. I can't imagine it would slide off a finger of that size.
Susato:
...That's something to think, Mr Naruhodo, not to say. ...Do you know, Mr Garrideb's wife in the photograph had a ring very much like this one. It was a large sunflower design as well.
Ryunosuke:
Really? You have a great memory for these things. Hm, a large sunflower wedding ring... (It's quite a coincidence that they have the same ring, isn't it?)
Present wedding ring
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Your wedding ring gives us a handsome clue as to the beast's current whereabouts!"
Present pocket
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The circus flyer poking out from your pocket... ...is compelling evidence that you have a connection to the beast we seek. Evidence that cannot be ignored, even if I want to!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Your dress pocket gives us a handsome clue as to the beast's current whereabouts!"
Present maid
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not even sure if I should voice this. It's impossible to believe it could be true, yet for some reason, the thought came into my mind... ...that this serving maid is in fact...a mighty goddess of destruction!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Your dress pocket gives us a handsome clue as to the beast's current whereabouts!"
Present teapot
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Years ago, I read about a pot like this in a book. It was an old Arabian tale. Inside the pot... ...was a genie, who, once unleashed, wielded the power to destroy the whole world!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Your dress pocket gives us a handsome clue as to the beast's current whereabouts!"
Your dress pocket gives us a handsome clue as to the beast's current whereabouts!
Susato:
We've already established who it was that caused all the damage in this room.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Mr Garrideb's wife.
Susato:
It's just a question of finding out where she is now.
Ryunosuke:
For some reason, I feel as though she's very nearby. (I just need to find the evidence to prove it...)
Ryunosuke:
Your wedding ring gives us a handsome clue as to the beast's current whereabouts!
Maid:
Ah!
Sholmes:
Indeed it does! That flowery band gleaming on your finger gives you away! For it is identical to the one shown on the hand of Mr Garrideb's bride in this photographic print!
Ryunosuke:
In other words, you are no ordinary household maid.
Maid:
...!
Sholmes:
No... You are Mr Garrideb's lucky bride. You...are Mrs Garrideb herself!
Maid:
Oh my... WOOOOORRRRDDDD!!!
Garrideb:
...Well. Jolly fine detecting, sir. As you rightly surmised, this is the wife, yes. My Joan. Rather let herself go, you might say, but she was a bally corker back- AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Sholmes:
...It would appear that you don't live in the most comfortable of circumstances. After all, you are a retired army man, yet you are in the business of renting out rooms.
Garrideb:
Tsk...
Sholmes:
I would assume, therefore, that you have insufficient means to employ a maid. ...Would that be correct?
Garrideb:
It's not right, I tell you! I was second lieutenant of the third regiment! A man has his pride, don't you know! By golly, it's a sorry thing when a chap can't even afford to have a single maid in his employ!
Sholmes:
Yes, here in London, one is rather judged. A household cannot be considered worthy of society if it employs no staff at all. Though in my considered opinion, such concerns about appearances are a folly.
Ryunosuke:
You, you mean Mr Garrideb has his wife...work as his maid?
Sholmes:
Precisely. ...Am I right, Mr Garrideb?
Garrideb:
Only in company, obviously. But listen here! This must remain a secret! Tip-Top secret! Please!
Topic 1
Nature of the Beast
Conclusion
A rampaging Asiatic lion
The raging wife of Mr Garrideb
Solved
Topic 2
Aftermath
Conclusion
Carpet gnawed on by the starving lion
Sholmes:
Now...Mr Garrideb... ...it is plainly clear that you still have deep feelings for this formidable 'beast'. Indeed, in that blithe pose, the distress this loss has caused you is veritably tangible.
Garrideb:
...!
Sholmes:
Your head weighs heavy on your shoulders. The pain you feel being revealed by that supporting arm.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes is quite something. He's still calling Mr Garrideb's wife a 'beast'.
Susato:
Yes, as a woman, that feels rather uncomfortable.
Ryunosuke:
But Mrs Garrideb is standing beside her husband as we speak. In other words...he hasn't lost his beloved at all, has he?
Susato:
Oh, how true! So perhaps that supporting arm that seems to be propping up his head... ...has some other significance, then!
Ryunosuke:
According to Mr Sholmes, Mr Garrideb's pain is tangible, though. (What could that pose of his really signify...?)
Examine supporting arm
Susato:
Mr Garrideb certainly looks glum.
Ryunosuke:
According to Mr Sholmes's deduction... ...that's because he's having to endure the acute pain of losing something dear to him. But we know that he hasn't lost his wife.
Susato:
So that means... ...there must be another cause for the pain he's suffering.
Examine slapped cheek
Ryunosuke:
Oh my! Look at that bright red mark!
Susato:
Gosh, that's quite something! And clearly made by somebody's hand.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Mr Garrideb has been slapped on the face, it seems. Hard!
Susato:
I've never seen such a clearly defined mark. Whoever could have done such a thing?
Ryunosuke:
Well...there's a very limited number of candidates, I'd say.
Examine pipe
Susato:
That's a very large pipe, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, anyone who has something that size hanging out of his or her mouth on a regular basis... ...is sure to have a serious chin like Mr Garrideb's. (But what's that white binding around it all about?)
Present slapped cheek
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Your head weighs heavy on your shoulders. The pain you feel being revealed by that slapped cheek!"
Present supporting arm
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Sometimes it's hard to read people's expressions. A man may have his head in his hands for many reasons. Perhaps because he's in great pain, certainly. Or perhaps because he's lost in a wonderful memory of the past. I believe, Mr Garrideb, that you're in the throes of being lost in wonderful memories of great pain!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Your head weighs heavy on your shoulders. The pain you feel being revealed by that supporting arm."
Present pipe
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It seems to me...that your large pipe, Mr Garrideb, must be very heavy. Having that thing hanging out of your mouth all day would cause anyone's jaw to ache. You must give up smoking! It's the first step towards a pain-free life!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Your head weighs heavy on your shoulders. The pain you feel being revealed by that supporting arm."
Your head weighs heavy on your shoulders. The pain you feel being revealed by that supporting arm.
Ryunosuke:
What is the cause of this acute pain that Mr Garrideb obviously feels?
Susato:
It's rather strange, you know. He always seems to look at us only out of the corner of his eye.
Ryunosuke:
Maybe something is stopping him turning his head? (Perhaps we need to consider what this pain is from another angle...)
Ryunosuke:
Your head weighs heavy on your shoulders. The pain you feel being revealed by that slapped cheek!
Sholmes:
And of course, the deliverer of that impressive mark on your cheek that refuses to fade... ...was you, Madam Joan Garrideb!
Maid:
Well, yes...
Sholmes:
You have been desperate to hide the slap mark on your cheek, sir.
Garrideb:
Agh! How the blazes...? How did you work that out, man?
Sholmes:
Nothing escapes the notice of one trained in the art of observation, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
That's why you haven't looked directly at us even once... To keep your other side from view!
Garrideb:
Well, um... Hmph.
Sholmes:
Now then, let us proceed to the next conundrum. Why were you subjected to such a violent slap? In other words, we must ask ourselves what caused Madam Garrideb to fly into a rage? And we need only follow the direction of your gaze to find the answer. Yes, it is this pile of bills that has given rise to the pain you suffer.
Susato:
Didn't Mr Sholmes say that the bills were all for lion fodder?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but now we've established that the lion never existed. Which can only mean that the thing responsible for gobbling up all that food... ...was Mr Garrideb's wife.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! She's a person, not a 'thing'!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, well... She's also a person who gave her husband a mighty slap round the face. One so hard that it left a perfect hand mark, in fact.
Susato:
Yes, why would a woman want to hit her husband with such force, I wonder?
Ryunosuke:
...I'd love to know the answer to that question.
Examine pile of bills
Susato:
Looking at all these bills, it certainly amounts to a great deal of food.
Ryunosuke:
Meat and potatoes by the cart-load, wasn't it? Well, looking at the two of them... ...you can tell immediately who eats the lion's share in this household.
Susato:
...Well at least we're no longer talking about an actual lion any more.
Examine bookmark
Susato:
Ah, someone must be reading this book at the moment. There's a bookmark here, look. Mr Garrideb is clearly an avid reader.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...wait a minute... I...don't think this is a bookmark.
Susato:
Oh no, so it isn't! It's a note, written in a woman's hand. 'Oh James, I love you. Yours, Mary'
Ryunosuke:
And look next to the signature here...
Susato:
Lip marks! Made with lipstick! Oh, what a passionate and romantic gesture!
Ryunosuke:
(Don't get any ideas, Susato-san...)
Susato:
Oh dear...I'm sorry.
Ryunosuke:
(So this bookmark is actually a love note, then. Hm...)
Changes "bookmark" to "love note"
Examine love note
Ryunosuke:
So this card that looks like it's being used as a bookmark is actually a love note.
Susato:
Yes, reading, 'Oh James, I love you. Yours, Mary'.
Ryunosuke:
But Mrs Garrideb's first name is Joan, isn't it?
Susato:
Yes... I believe we may be heading into dangerous territory here. It's very conspicuous after all, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
You mean the bright-red lips next to the woman's signature?
Susato:
Yes, it's the first thing you notice, of course. And it rather makes your heart skip a beat.
Examine broken plate
Susato:
Oh dear, this plate has been smashed to pieces. And nobody seems inclined to tidy up the mess.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps it's some sort of high art.
Susato:
Really, Mr Naruhodo...?
Ryunosuke:
Well! Anyone who has a cannon on display in their living room is clearly a little...eccentric.
Susato:
...Yes, let's call it eccentricity.
Examine stack of books
Ryunosuke:
There are a lot of books stacked up on the shelf here, look. All novels that I've never heard of.
Susato:
It would appear somebody has purchased them all from a secondhand bookshop. I think Mr Garrideb is something of a book lover.
Examine bookmark, then present love note
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, it is this love note that has given rise to the pain you suffer."
Present pile of bills
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
What causes the most pain to any man? The answer, of course, is a pile of bills and an empty purse. In fact, just imagining it brings tears to my eyes and makes this one finger look like two!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Yes, it is this pile of bills that has given rise to the pain you suffer."
Present bookmark
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
What causes the most pain to any man? The answer, of course, is dropping your bookmark and losing your place in the book you're reading. Or worse, dropping someone else's bookmark, and getting a slap for it!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, it is this pile of bills that has given rise to the pain you suffer."
Present broken plate
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
What causes the most pain to any man? The answer, of course, is breaking one of your favorite plates. 'What am I going to eat my dinner off now?' you cry! ...But no one hears your sorrow.
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, it is this pile of bills that has given rise to the pain you suffer."
Present stack of books
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
What causes the most pain to any man? The answer, of course, is purchasing an interesting-looking book, only to find it is written in Russian. For that reason, we should all learn Russian! ...Think of all the sorrow you could avoid.
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, it is this pile of bills that has given rise to the pain you suffer."
Yes, it is this pile of bills that has given rise to the pain you suffer.
Susato:
We already know what the cause of Mr Garrideb's pain is, of course, don't we?
Ryunosuke:
The slap across the cheek which left that bright-red mark.
Susato:
Mr Garrideb and his wife seem to share a very deep and loving bond.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps. But it's said that the stronger people's feelings are, the more fiercely they react to betrayal.
Susato:
You seem to know a lot about the ways of the heart, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...I read it in a popular novel that I borrowed from Kazuma. (So we're looking for a reason why Mrs Garrideb would have felt betrayed by her husband, then!)
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it is this love note that has given rise to the pain you suffer.
Sholmes:
'Oh James, I love you. Yours, Mary'. ...Passionate indeed. Perhaps the sender of this note, a certain Miss Mary, is the fly in the ointment here?
Garrideb:
GAAARGH! But! I don't know the bally woman!
Ryunosuke:
You don't know her?
Garrideb:
That note wasn't written to me! It was just in the book. I don't know how it got there!
Sholmes:
It was 'just' in there, you say?
Garrideb:
That's right! That's what I've been say- AAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Maid:
A likely story!
Garrideb:
Now listen here, Joan, old thing! I explained at the time! I bought the book at that secondhand place. And that note must already have been in there.
Ryunosuke:
So...the previous owner of the book was using the note as a bookmark, you mean?
Garrideb:
That's right! That's what I've been say- AAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Maid:
A likely story!
Garrideb:
For heaven's sake, woman! Look at the name! It's written to 'James'! My name, in case you'd forgotten, is John! AAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Maid:
A likely story!
Garrideb:
Are, are you questioning my name now?!
Sholmes:
And there we have it... Arouse the suspicions of the female heart, and you unleash a beast with a most ferocious bite.
Garrideb:
Ugh...
Sholmes:
Now...in a final fit of rage, the ferocious beast carried out one last, unimaginable attack...
Maid:
Un-Unimaginable...?
Sholmes:
...The aftermath of which can be clearly seen by observing the carpet over there! A very expensive woollen carpet, if I am not mistaken.
Maid:
Oh dearie me...
Sholmes:
What could have caused such a destructive outburst?
Maid:
Ah...
Sholmes:
...This time, madam, I'm afraid it is you who has inadvertently revealed the truth to me. Your wandering eye has settled upon the answer very neatly indeed. Yes, to explain the dire state of the carpet, we need only look at the tower of cakes!
Susato:
But...but surely Mrs Garrideb didn't...eat the carpet?
Ryunosuke:
No, of course not. But there doesn't seem to be any doubt... ...that the state of disarray that this room is in is a result of her wild temper.
Susato:
...No, that's true. So, this is the last part of Mr Sholmes's deduction that we need to fix. We need only to follow Mrs Garrideb's gaze, and that will tell us the real answer.
Ryunosuke:
Alright. Let's see what we can see!
Susato:
Yes!
Examine tower of cakes
Susato:
Aah... So many cakes...
Ryunosuke:
Haah... Is that all you can think about?
Susato:
Well look at them, Mr Naruhodo! There is a mountain of them, and they all look so delicious!
Ryunosuke:
It's more of a tower than a mountain, I'd say.
Susato:
It's a mountain. And it's my hope that one day, in our very homeland... ...I will be able to perform the tea ceremony at the foot of such a mountain!
Ryunosuke:
...It's definitely a tower.
Examine candlestick
Susato:
This looks like a very old candlestick, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
The base looks too small. Surely it's very unstable. It looks to me like even the slightest knock would make it topple over.
Susato:
Oh dear, that would be dangerous.
Ryunosuke:
...Wait, take a closer look at this! There's one candle missing!
Susato:
Yes, I didn't notice that before.
Ryunosuke:
(Why is that, I wonder? Why is one candle of the three missing from its holder?)
Examine circus handbill
Susato:
This is an advertising handbill for the circus. 'Batty's Circus'... It's in a nearby park.
Ryunosuke:
Isn't this the same as the one we saw earlier? The one that was folded up in Mrs Garrideb's pocket?
Susato:
Perhaps they're very great circus-lovers?
Ryunosuke:
......... It...it couldn't be that the hungry lion is somehow involved again here, could it?
Susato:
Oh dear. I do hope not.
Examine carpet
Ryunosuke:
The carpet here has been ripped to shreds.
Susato:
Yes, and according to Mr Sholmes's deduction... ...the tears match those made by an Indian lion's teeth exactly!
Ryunosuke:
...Oh, look here!
Susato:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
If you look closely at the edge, you can see scorch marks.
Susato:
Oh yes, so you can! In that case... ...perhaps the carpet wasn't 'eaten' in the normal senses at all.
Ryunosuke:
(Let's rethink this with that in mind...)
Present candlestick
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, to explain the dire state of the carpet, we need only look at the candlestick!"
Present tower of cakes
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
As you can see, the cakes on this cake stand have been strewn far and wide. In fact, I have a strong suspicion, that some of the delicious cream was thrown onto the carpet. But to a woman with a very sweet tooth, such waste would be unforgivable. So she ate it up, carpet and all!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Yes, to explain the dire state of the carpet, we need only look at the tower of cakes!"
Present circus handbill
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Now, this circus handbill was discounted as part of an earlier deduction already. I realise that. And I also realise that just because it was the wrong answer then doesn't make it the right answer now. But when in doubt, my approach is present, present and present again!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, to explain the dire state of the carpet, we need only look at the tower of cakes!"
Present carpet
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The cause of the carpet being in such a terrible state here...is the carpet itself. Now, I realise that appears to be something of a circular argument, however... ...it's the tack I've decided to try, and I'm not changing course now!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, to explain the dire state of the carpet, we need only look at the tower of cakes!"
Yes, to explain the dire state of the carpet, we need only look at the tower of cakes!
Ryunosuke:
The real question here is... ...was the carpet actually eaten by something, or did something else happen to it?
Susato:
Perhaps that would be answered by examining the carpet in more detail. If we can find another possible explanation, maybe it will lead us to the right answer.
Ryunosuke:
Good idea! (Yes, the point is, how did the carpet end up like that?)
Ryunosuke:
Yes, to explain the dire state of the carpet, we need only look at the candlestick!
Sholmes:
Most illuminating, my dear fellow! And of course, the only possible way out of this logical labyrinth.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the remnants of a ferocious attack in which the carpet was devoured are clearly visible.
Sholmes:
Indeed they are. The scorch marks at the edge clearly give the truth away.
Garrideb:
Scorch marks?
Sholmes:
It would appear that this room was the scene of a little marital altercation.
Maid:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Garrideb's mighty arm muscles left an impression not only on her husband's face...
Sholmes:
...but on the entire room. The force of her strike caused a candle to fall from the holder...
Ryunosuke:
...and in seconds the carpet was alight, and the whole corner of the room in flames!
Garrideb:
Yes, erm... Hm...
Sholmes:
For the most ferocious beast in this world is neither a violent lion nor a vengeful woman...but fire.
Ryunosuke:
And in this room, that ferocious beast bared its claws and ran amok.
Sholmes:
Eloquently put, my dear fellow. So you see, there is but one conclusion here:
After the sparks of marital discord flew, this room was the scene of a fire!
Garrideb:
Mr Sholmes, sir... I salute yooooooooou!
Topic 2
Aftermath
Conclusion
Carpet gnawed on by the starving lion
Carpet scorched by a small fire
Solved
Deduction CompleteElementary!
Garrideb:
It's these dashed long winter nights, you know. Nothing to do but read in front of the fire. Luckily, there's a jolly good secondhand bookshop just around the corner. Buy all my old novels there.
Sholmes:
And in the pages of one particular novel, you discovered some rather illicit material?
Susato:
For which your wife admonished you harshly, it seems.
Garrideb:
I don't know about 'admonished'. 'Demolished' might be rather closer to the mark. And 'beast' is most certainly an apt des- AAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Ryunosuke:
(Here we go again...) And the carpet? Was that destroyed by fire when a candle fell on the floor?
Garrideb:
'Fraid to say it was. Happened in the blink of an eye, you know. The whole place filled with smoke. Couldn't see a bally thing. I was caught between the old stick's rage and the raging flames.
Sholmes:
You paint a torrid picture, sir. ...One that would have been most entertaining.
Ryunosuke:
(That's sympathy for you...)
Garrideb:
Didn't take long for the fire to spread, of course. The bally furniture started going up as well! We've had to hide the mess behind that screen for the time being.
Susato:
Over here, Mr Garrideb?
Sholmes:
Well, you have nothing more to hide now. If you'll allow me...
Garrideb:
Had all my favourite old novels in that case. But as soon as the fire got hold of them, that was it. Whoosh! Up in smoke!
Ryunosuke:
Gosh...
Garrideb:
Then the wife started hurling things at me.
Susato:
What a terrible sight it must have been.
Garrideb:
There was I, back up against the window, under heavy enemy fire! Incendiary books incoming ten to the dozen. Worst of it is, I lost my favourite. Book called 'The Lion's Pride'.
Sholmes:
'The Lion's Pride'? Ah yes, your notorious love of big cats coming through again.
Garrideb:
I assure you, the title didn't influence my choice in the slightest.
Ryunosuke:
(So the poor man really did lose something dear to him as a result of the ferocious 'beast's' rampage.)
Susato:
Mr Sholmes's deductions turned out to be correct once again!
Ryunosuke:
...It can only be described as a great British wonder.
Garrideb:
I tell you, it was total carnage. Flames everywhere and the old stick in full fettle!
Ryunosuke:
Out of interest, what time of day was that?
Garrideb:
Hm, not sure I can remember. It was two days ago now. Let's see... Around five o'clock, I think.
Susato:
So at exactly the same time... ...as a terrifying incident was unfolding outside your window on the street below.
Garrideb:
Hmph. Even more terrifying on the inside, I can assure you. The whole of Blighty could have been flattened outside my window at that moment... ...and I wouldn't have noticed a dashed thing!
Susato:
Oh...really?
Garrideb:
.........
Joan:
.........
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
Yes, Mr Naruhodo? What can I do for you?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I think we've got to the bottom of Mr Garrideb's situation now. But what does it have to do with Mr Natsume's circumstances?
Sholmes:
I can't help you there, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, if you recall, I did say as much from the outset. I warned you that although I knew the retired army man to be hiding something... ...I could not be sure whether his secret would prove to be of relevance or not.
Ryunosuke:
I... I just knew you were going to say that!
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Now now, Mr Naruhodo. You mustn't lose heart. Bear in mind... ...that all things fall into one of only two categories: Those relevant to the case, and those not.
Ryunosuke:
...That makes no sense to me.
Sholmes:
Well, no matter. It is of far greater importance that you make up your mind now.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
Visiting hours at the prison will soon be over.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Oh no! Is it that time already?)
Susato:
If we're to accept Mr Natsume's case... ...we have official paperwork to attend to.
Ryunosuke:
......... (So that's it. No more time to think.)
Joan:
Perhaps you'd like to betake yourselves to bidding us farewell now? I must prepare supper for Mr Garrideb.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, oh yes... I'm so sorry.
Susato:
Thank you both very much for your time.
Ryunosuke:
(Soseki-san will be waiting for us. And I'm going to have to give him an answer...)
Examine
John Garrideb or Joan Garrideb
Joan:
I'm terribly sorry, Mr Narrow-Hollow... ...but I'm afraid it's suppertime now. I'll have to ask you to leave.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes... I'm sorry.
Susato:
If we linger too long, Mrs Garrideb will start pouring tea again.
Ryunosuke:
...No one wants that. Alright, shall we go then? (No doubt Soseki-san is beside himself in his cell, waiting for us to return. I can't afford to spend any longer making up my mind...)
Scorch mark
Ryunosuke:
What a miserable sight.
Susato:
Oh dear. But at least the whole room wasn't engulfed in flames.
Garrideb:
Hmph. I suppose so. But my whole collection went up in smoke, you know. All those novels I adored so much.
Joan:
Tsk. Well, John, whose fault is that?
Garrideb:
Not mine, that's for sure!
Joan:
......... Well...whoever may or may not be to blame... ...I'm quite sure you can buy some new old books to replace them, can't you?
Garrideb:
Hmph! 'New old books'? Bally nonsense!
Ryunosuke:
(It does sound like a contradiction in terms. But then these two are full of contradictions.)
Susato:
Hee hee, that's couples for you, Mr Naruhodo. ...Or so I've been led to believe.
Move to any other location except Mr Natsume's Room:
19th February
Briar Road
Susato:
It's time, Mr Naruhodo. We must hurry back to the prison!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. Let's hail a carr- ......... Oh.
Susato:
What's the matter?
Ryunosuke:
It looks like something's going on over there in front of the Garridebs' house.
Susato:
...?
???:
I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers!
???:
Who are you calling an old man...you rum-lookin' niminy-piminy?!
???:
'There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.'
???:
Who's this Horatio fella, eh? What are you on about?
Susato:
Excuse me...
???:
Eh? What the...? Who are you now?
Susato:
I'm sorry, it just looked as though there might be some problem here. And my associate here, Mr Ryunosuke Naruhodo, is a lawyer, you see.
???:
Eh? A lawyer? ...What?
Ryunosuke:
If I can be of any assistance, I'd be happy to help. I'm from Japan, but I have studied English law.
???:
Tsk! Fine! I'll be on me way for today. But you mark my words! This ain't over yet!
???:
Get thee to a nunnery!
???:
Do I look like a bloomin' nun to you?!
Susato:
I do hope you're not injured?
???:
O, fair Eastern maiden, thou art so gentle! Thank you!
Ryunosuke:
What was that all about?
???:
'There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.'
Ryunosuke:
Erm...I'm not Horatio, either.
Susato:
Forgive the enquiry, sir, but... ...are you a lodger here? In the Garrideb residence?
???:
O, fair Eastern maiden, thou art so right! Yes, I do dwell in this humble abode.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Garrideb mentioned that he had another lodger, didn't he? This must be the man.) Do you happen to know the other lodger, who lives on the first floor?
???:
Ah, yes. A gentleman named Natsume? O, more worthy a polemist in my battle of words ne'er could there be!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Battle, did you say?
???:
Who is the stronger, Hamlet or Macbeth? Mr Natsume and I sparred long into the night!
Ryunosuke:
...I see.
Susato:
I, I don't fully understand, but it seems Mr Natsume and this gentleman are acquaintances at least.
???:
So, fair maiden! So good gentleman... ...I can tarry here no longer! Fare thee well!
Susato:
I didn't really understand him, but I think he's returned to his room.
Ryunosuke:
It seems he's unaware of what's happened to Mr Natsume, so he can't really help us. (With Soseki-san and that man as lodgers, the Garrideb house is certainly full of eccentrics.) Anyway, I'll go and find a carriage.
Susato:
Yes. I'm sure Mr Natsume is eagerly awaiting our return!
Ryunosuke:
(Let's hope we can get to the prison before visiting hours are over.)
19th February, 6:31 p.m.
Local Prison, Cell 9
Soseki:
......... Oh! It's you! You're here! You came! Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAME BACK! I'M SO TOUCHED!
Susato:
We are so sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
Oh! No! Th-Think nothing of it! R-R-R-Relax! If, if I were a cat, I would purr with pleasure at the company of such fine compatriots.
Noble, Nurturing, Never-Failing Nipponese!
Ryunosuke:
Oh now, let's not get carried away.
???:
Oh, I quite agree. There is nothing more reassuring than the familiarity of one's native land. On the other hand...
Sholmes:
...it is through friendship transcending international borders that one truly appreciates the fact. Such is my belief, at least.
Soseki:
Ah! Oh! It's... Yes! Agh! It's... It's YOU! THE MISERABLE, ROTTEN SPY! HERR LOCK SHOLMES!!!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes! What are you doing here?
Sholmes:
I have no intention of 'doing' anything per se. Save observing, of course.
Susato:
Whatever do you mean, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Well, having encountered some curious reading material in that gloomful room... ...and having unmasked the secret identity of that eccentric pair... ...I decided I should drop in on my way home. To see how our divested friend is faring.
Soseki:
Gloomful room?
Sholmes:
At least your accommodation here offers a window, my dear fellow. In that sense, it is the superior option. Anyway, I must commend you on your taste in books. My day has been a delight, and cost me not a penny.
Soseki:
AAARGH!!! YOUUU!!! HOW DARE YOU, HERR LOCK SHOLMES!!! ......... .........Ugh. I've had it. I'm through. I'm at the end of my rope. I should never have come to Great Britain. It was a terrible mistake. Haunted by spirits in those accursed lodgings... No doubt my luck will be cursed in tomorrow's trial as well... MY WHOLE LIFE IS BEDAMNED!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
What are you thinking, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
...He mentioned that once before, didn't he? That his lodgings were cursed, I mean.
Sholmes:
And there is much truth in Mr Moustache's words.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
'Cursed' is a wholly appropriate description, I would say. For the man's lodgings...and indeed for tomorrow's trial.
Ryunosuke:
(...What's that supposed to mean?)
Converse
Cursed trial
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume, what did you mean by what you said just now? About the trial tomorrow being cursed?
Soseki:
Oh no! Why, why are you looking so grave? You're m-making me nervous! I was just getting carried away, that's all! I, I didn't mean anything by it!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I see. (That's really agitated him...)
Soseki:
You... You... You don't mean...? The trial really IS cursed somehow?!
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Are you referring to the prosecutor? The Reaper of the Bailey?
Soseki:
The, the reaper?! Oh no! What do you mean? Please! Tell me! Summarise it succinctly in sixteen salient words!
Ryunosuke:
No defendant has ever survived a trial in which the Reaper stands for the prosecution...ever.
Soseki:
......... OH MY GOODNESS! CAN IT REALLY BE TRUE?! THAT WAS SIXTEEN WORDS EXACTLY!!!
Susato:
Yesterday, Mr Naruhodo successfully defended someone against the Reaper. But then...after the trial was over... ...the defendant passed away in...unusual circumstances.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr McGilded...)
Soseki:
Wha... Wha... Wha... WHAAAT?!
Sholmes:
Ah, I am impressed, Miss Susato. You have an eye for detail.
Susato:
Actually, the Lord Chief Justice told us.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes... ...surely it can't be that having failed the have the accused convicted... ...Lord van Zieks killed the man himself?
Susato:
Oh no! He couldn't have, surely?
Sholmes:
......... Ah ha ha ha ha hah! You have some wonderful notions!
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry?
Sholmes:
The man isn't a mass murderer; he's a court prosecutor, my dear fellow!
Susato:
Oh...yes... Why, of course he is!
Soseki:
Argh! 'Of course he is'?! THEN WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO SCARE ME?!
Sholmes:
It could be said, however... ...that the real truth about the man is even more terrifying than your hypothesis.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
What on earth do you mean by that?
The Reaper (appears after "Cursed trial")
Sholmes:
Van Zieks is a quite exceptional man. However, in London courts of law... ...'exceptional' does not equate to winning every case without exception.
Soseki:
Aah! That's, that's good!
Ryunosuke:
(Soseki-san looks like he's going to cry tears of joy.)
Sholmes:
As you are no doubt aware, in a British criminal trial, there is both a judge and a jury. The judge officiates based on the letter of the law, whilst the jury offers public opinion and common sense. It is an excellent system, whereby the defendant's guilt is considered from several points of view. However, public opinion, in particular, is somewhat easily manipulated.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Sholmes:
Criminals, and corrupt lawyers for that matter, can use it to their advantage. By any means at their disposal. Contriving evidence, calling imposters as witnesses, and so on. By such underhand means, those who would want to are able to sway the jury. Which means that even in the light of irrefutable evidence, the prosecution can fail.
Susato:
But it means the wrong verdict can be passed!
Sholmes:
And sadly is from time to time, my dear madam. It is simply the reality of the situation.. [sic]
Ryunosuke:
(And that's alright?)
Sholmes:
However... ...those indicted by Lord van Zieks cannot escape justice. Their fate is sealed.
Susato:
Oh my...
Sholmes:
Though the adjudication may see them leave the courtroom with their freedom... ...within months, they all...disappear! It is most striking.
Soseki:
D-Disappear? But, but how?
Sholmes:
Ah, by all manner of misfortune, sir. Perhaps they are trampled under a passing carriage. Perhaps they fall into the Thames and drown. Perhaps they are suddenly overcome by a raging fever. Or perhaps attacked by highwaymen.
Soseki:
Oh no no no...
Sholmes:
All examples of the reality here in London, I'm afraid, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
.........
Soseki:
Haah... I knew it. I'm...
A Dead Dodo, Done for, DOOMED!
Cursed lodgings
Ryunosuke:
When you said 'accursed lodgings' before, you were referring to your room at Mr Garrideb's house, I assume? Do you mean to say you believe the place is cursed?
Soseki:
......... It's been a year now since I came to Great Britain. But I'd only been in London a week before I started to notice strange feelings in myself.
Ryunosuke:
...That didn't take long then.
Soseki:
Everywhere I looked there were foreign faces staring at me... Laughing behind my back... I, I was sure people were talking about me. I started to become nervous about going outside. They were always staring at me! All the time! From dawn till dusk! So I shut myself away in my room. ...But even that didn't help. The fear wouldn't go away.
Susato:
You must have been very lonely, having been away from your homeland for such a long time.
Soseki:
I've had to move a number of times. Most recently, to that room on Briar Road, a week ago now.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, why did you choose there? It seems a little...inconvenient.
Soseki:
The rent is cheap. I have so little money, it appealed to me straight away. Of course, I asked why it was so affordable. The landlord just simpered and said: 'The room is cursed. ...Oops!' He quickly tried to cover his mistake, but it was too late. So I told him... ...if you have something to say, then say it! But if not, DON'T MENTION IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. ...Well said.
Soseki:
But it was true! It was all t-t-true!
Ryunosuke:
You mean... (...the room really is cursed, then?)
Soseki:
Ever since I moved into that windowless hellhole... ...my sleep has been plagued with nightmares! I awake feeling as though I'm being choked to death! And in my waking hours, people are stabbed in front of me as I walk down the street... I'm branded a killer... Thrown in prison... Nobody wants to know me... I'm, I'm...
Surrounded by Scary, Sinister Spirits!
If only there was someone... Just one person on my side... Can no one find it in his or her heart to believe in me? Really no one at all?
Ryunosuke:
(To believe... Yes, to believe...)
To believe (appears after "Cursed lodgings")
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
Ah. Me, Mr Naruhodo? Pray, what can I do for you?
Ryunosuke:
It's about the case on the SS Burya. If you recall?
Sholmes:
The Burya... The Burya... ...Ah, that case!  The one with the snake?
Ryunosuke:
...Well, yes. At that time, I was the suspect. But you believed in me and listened to my side of the story. And you helped us to investigate.
Sholmes:
...I did, did I? Interesting.
Ryunosuke:
What I want to know is...why? Why did you believe me?
Sholmes:
I see, yes. You mean... ...because you were a grimly dressed, shady Eastern fellow found with the victim in a locked room?
Ryunosuke:
Um, well...if you like, yes.
Sholmes:
I'm a little surprised that the answer requires explanation, my dear fellow. It's quite simple, really. You said, 'I didn't do it.'
Ryunosuke:
But! I could have been lying! Surely you must have had your doubts? You must have suspected me a little.
Sholmes:
......... I think perhaps you have misunderstood. I neither recall believing in you, nor in that which you were telling me.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
You see... ...the only things I believe in...are those I choose to believe in!
Susato:
What... What do you mean, Mr Sholmes?!
Sholmes:
I make up my own mind about what is to be believed and what is not. If I should like to believe in something, I do. The circumstances can hang as far as I am concerned.
Ryunosuke:
But...I could have betrayed your trust!
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! In that case, I should have made an elementary error of judgement, nothing more. Betrayal of trust is an overused excuse, in my opinion.
Ryunosuke:
Meaning...?
Sholmes:
Whether or not one should trust another is, in the final analysis, down to oneself. It is a matter of whether or not one can trust oneself.
Soseki:
Yes! YES! He's right! He's RIGHT, Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Whether or not I can believe myself...)
Kazuma:
'A defence lawyer is only as good as his faith in his client. And that comes down to how much faith he has in himself.'
Ryunosuke:
(You were so right, Kazuma...)
Present
Secondhand Book Receipt
Ryunosuke:
We found this receipt in your room, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
That's right. I went out to buy some new old books.
Ryunosuke:
(Isn't that a contradiction in terms?) And, it was on your way back to your room that you saw the woman being stabbed?
Soseki:
'She's dead!' I thought to myself. 'SHE'S DEAD!!!' My mind went completely blank. B-Before I knew it, I was back in my room, t-trembling like a leaf.
Ryunosuke:
(The bookworm hoping to worm his way out of a bad situation...?)
Susato:
......... Mr Naruhodo... ...please do be careful not to think such disparaging thoughts.
Ryunosuke:
(How could you possibly know...?)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Natsume, would you take this and-
Soseki:
Oh! The joy! The sheer joy of a gift from my fellow countryman! The Complete Kindness of Kith and Kin!
Ryunosuke:
Oh no... Sorry, I just wanted to show you.
Soseki:
......... The Complete Cruelty of Kith and Kin!
Ryunosuke:
(...Oops.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Sholmes:
Well, my dear fellows, it is time we were leaving, I believe.
Susato:
Already?!
Sholmes:
Visiting hours are over. The guard will be here shortly to escort us out. There is a restaurant near here that serves excellent trout. Would you care to join me?
Soseki:
...!
Susato:
Oh dear. There is never enough time, is there?
Soseki:
......... .........
Ryunosuke:
Erm...Mr Natsume... ...if you'd like, in the trial tomorrow... ...I'd be happy to represent you.
Susato:
...!
Soseki:
L...L... Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire...
Ryunosuke:
......... As I said, I only experienced a British courtroom for the first time yesterday. And although the man I was representing was found not guilty, I lost sight of something crucial.
Soseki:
Something crucial?
Ryunosuke:
What to believe in: the defendant, justice or the truth. How to believe, even. But...I think I've finally worked it out. I've decided I must believe in myself above all else. To trust my instincts.
Susato:
Yes, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
And my instincts are telling me that you, Mr Natsume, are innocent of this crime. And it's imperative that we prove that in court.
Soseki:
Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire...
Ryunosuke:
I will fight for your innocence until the bitter end, with every weapon available to me. So I hope you'll permit me...to represent you tomorrow.
Soseki:
......... As I said when we first met... ...I'd like to entrust my fate to someone who will listen to me...in my native tongue.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, Mr Natsume.
Sholmes:
It would be fair to say, Mr Naruhodo... ...that your mind was, in many ways, made up from the outset. You merely needed the events of today to fully realise it.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... I think you're right about that. (It's been a roundabout journey, but I got there in the end.) Miss Susato...
Susato:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Would you be willing to stand by my side tomorrow and help me in court?
Susato:
......... Absolutely! As I said this morning... ...you may consider me your personal judicial assistant!
Ryunosuke:
(The shocking events of yesterday's trial still weigh heavily on my mind. But it's time to stop looking backwards. Kazuma believed in me. And Mr Sholmes believes in me now, too. So it's time... Time that I learnt to believe in myself. Soseki-san has no one. He's all alone. So it's my job to help him. To fight his corner. Tomorrow. In the courtroom. With all the strength I can muster!)
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
I've investigated thoroughly, but... I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Sholmes:
What precisely was your intention with that, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Just following the natural progression of the deduction! Sometimes the truth hurts!
Sholmes:
Well, the truth is, you do not have a turn for observation or deduction. ...Did that hurt?
Ryunosuke:
Yes... A lot...
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Sholmes:
What spectacularly contrived logic led you to this mindless conclusion?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, um...it's supposed to be a 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular', so...I thought I'd contribute to the show!
Sholmes:
This is my show, Mr Naruhodo. Kindly perform any peculiar experiments on your own stage.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry.
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Sholmes:
That 'deduction' was wanting in every way.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I was wanting you to hear it. I'm quite proud of it!
Sholmes:
I find myself wanting never to have heard it. I'm quite pained by it, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Sorry. I'll try again.
Too many errors during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Deduction Failed
I can see nothing.
The Adventure of the Clouded Kokoro
Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
20th February, 9:23 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
(Well, I never expected this. Who'd have thought we'd be back here again so soon?)
Susato:
We are on a study tour of Great Britain...with the intention of learning the country's legal practices. In order to research the latest court procedures here, we need as much court experience as possible.
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, I suppose that's true, but... ...for the person in the dock, it may well be his or her one and only time in court. And it could be life-changing. In which case, treating it  as 'research' may seem a little... crass.
Susato:
...Oh, when you put it like that... You're quite right.
Good morning!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Mr Natsume. Good morning.
Susato:
Oh dear, are you alright? Your eyes are terribly bloodshot.
Soseki:
'The early bird catches the worm,' as they say here in Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I've heard that expression.
Soseki:
But I really don't want to catch a worm. SO I TRIED DESPERATELY NOT TO WAKE UP EARLY! BUT I WAS SO WORRIED, I COULDN'T CATCH A WINK! ...And now I'm absolutely exhausted as a result.
Ryunosuke:
(...Do all literary people take things so...literally?)
Susato:
Thank you for putting your faith in us today, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
......... I, I WISH I HAD NINE LIVES! MY WHOLE FUTURE HANGS IN THE BALANCE! I'M...
Too Terrified To Tremble!
Ryunosuke:
(Really? Because I can feel tremors in the floor.)
Soseki:
I can't do this! I can't take it! Although...Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire...
Ryunosuke:
Um...yes?
Soseki:
I caught a glimpse of the public gallery as I walked by the courtroom. It looked like the opening night of the opera, there were so many people. I had no idea my case was such a notorious affair here in London.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Um... (Neither did I.) Do you know why that might be, Miss Susato?
Susato:
I'm sorry, Mr Naruhodo, but I have no idea.
Ryunosuke:
(So that all-knowing look on your face is just coincidence then, is it?)
Soseki:
DON'T HIDE THE TRUTH FROM ME! ...It's...it's... ...it's because of the Reaper, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
...! (Lord van Zieks?!) Is, is that right, Miss Susato?
Susato:
...I purchased as many different newspapers as I could find this morning, and yes... ...Lord van Zieks is on the front page of every one.
Ryunosuke:
I, I knew it!
Susato:
Sometime after the prosecutor was dubbed 'The Reaper of the Bailey'... ...he stopped appearing in court, it seems. It's been several years now, in fact, until the day before yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Inspector Gregson told us something similar, didn't he?
The trial two days ago marked Lord van Zieks's return to the courtroom after a very long hiatus. (The trial of Magnus McGilded... Ugh, what a harrowing experience that was.)
Susato:
I believe that appearance made even greater waves here in the capital than today's.
Ryunosuke:
But we wouldn't have realised, of course, having only just arrived in the country.
Susato:
'Why is the Reaper back in the Bailey so soon, for what appears to be a mundane murder?' That's the question the papers are asking. And they are all speculating various answers.
Soseki:
'Mundane'? MUNDANE?! It's the most significant saga of the century to some of us!
Susato:
Oh dear! I meant no offence, Mr Natsume! But...that is how the papers are describing it.
Soseki:
Well, lest we also forget the fact that it could spark an international incident. Obviously, the reappearance of this infamous prosecutor has caught people's attention. But there's another blatant similarity with the trial of two days ago.
Susato:
Yes, I agree.
Soseki:
Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire... It's you!
Ryunosuke:
Me...? (Well, I suppose that's true.)
Soseki:
Both times, it is you who stands against this legendary prosecutor. It, it can only mean...THAT YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH THE REAPER!
Ryunosuke:
Please! I don't rub shoulders with...with...death-bringers!
Susato:
I'm afraid that there's really only one other explanation. It can only be another example, Mr Naruhodo, of your uncommon bad luck.
Ryunosuke:
(...Thanks for that.)
Soseki:
Oh, this is just my luck! Why must I be represented by a man with such frail fortune? By the LEAST LUCKY LAWYER ALIVE!
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, let's not forget... ...that it was you, Mr Natsume, who asked me to represent you.
Soseki:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's true that I'm just a student, new to London, with little in the way of experience or skills...or luck. But I promise you this... ...I will fight your corner until the bitter end. And I will believe in you, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
Oh, benevolent Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire...
Susato:
You're not alone here with us, Mr Natsume. Whatever happens, we will always be on your side!
Soseki:
Oh, benevolent Non-Locum Assistant Miss Mikotoba Esquiress... ......... I AM IN YOUR DEBT! FOREVER! I shall never forget this great kindness for as long as I live!
Bailiff:
Mr Natsume! Counsel for the Defence! The court session is about to begin. Kindly make your way into the courtroom at once!
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, Mr Natsume, it's time. Let's go.
Soseki:
Y-Y-Ye... Y-Y-Ye... YEEESSSSSS!!!
Ryunosuke:
(This is it... My second appearance in a British courtroom. And my second trial against...the Reaper. I hope you're watching over me, Kazuma. Because this time, I won't let my faith waver. I'll believe in my client to the last. Just like you believed in me... ...I believe I can do this now! I'm ready for this fight!)
20th February, 10:00 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session. I now call upon the counsels for the prosecution and defence to declare their willingness to proceed.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution is fully prepared, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
The defence...is ready, My Lord!
Van Zieks:
......... The Nipponese are a truly fascinating breed.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, what?
Van Zieks:
Lord Stronghart has told me all about you. That you are a student who arrived in London but two days ago. A mere amateur.
Ryunosuke:
Do, do you have a point?!
Van Zieks:
Being a compatriot, you feel compelled to try to help the accused, I suppose. ...Typical Nipponese arrogance.
Susato:
...Forgive me, but I do not believe arrogance is an appropriate description.
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san...)
Susato:
After all, at our previous encounter, the defendant was found to be innocent.
Van Zieks:
...Very true. And a most fascinating - if dark - trial it was, too. The tragic conclusion came later, of course. Here's to the acquitted, and his unfortunate violent end.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Thank you, Counsels. I see both sides are in fine fettle. Now, ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...are you ready to carry out your duties here in court as impartial members of the public?
Juror No. 1:
You never know when you might be down on your luck. But I believe in fair play for everyone.
Juror No. 2:
Well I must warn you, I'm rather more ruthless than I appear.
Juror No. 3:
Oh well, not me. What you see is what you get. I'm a peace-loving fellow.
Juror No. 4:
I'm afraid to say, I think it's quite possible that moustached foreigner did the deed.
Juror No. 5:
Come on, what are we waiting for? No doubt he did it, anyway.
Juror No. 6:
Eh? Sorry? Didn't quite catch that.
Judge:
Very well, let us proceed. Your opening statement, if you please, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
Very recently, Great Britain signed an alliance with a rising power in the Far East. The accused in the dock today is a student from that same land. A certain Mr Soseki Natsume. And while our country has extended this foreign student the warmest of welcomes... ...regrettably the kindness has not been returned. In fact, this student is accused of a most sinister act. Of plunging a knife into the back of an innocent woman who was doing nothing but walking down the street!
Juror No. 1:
A knife crime?! I tell you from bitter experience, those are the worst! Bloody oath, they are!
Juror No. 2:
Just look at that sallow complexion and short stature... He's, he's one of those dreadful 'Japanese'!
Juror No. 5:
Come on, let's get this over with. With me now, everyone. One, two...three!
Juror No. 6:
Eh? Sorry? Didn't quite catch that.
Van Zieks:
Pray...forgive the discourtesy of smashing my hallowed chalice here in this great chamber. Allow me to call the first witness to the stand.
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff, lead the inspector in, please!
Van Zieks:
Your name and occupation, please.
Gregson:
Yes, sir. Tobias Gregson, Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard.
Van Zieks:
Would you please summarise the events of the case for the court, Inspector?
Gregson:
The victim is thought to be a young woman in her twenties by the name of Olive Green.
Judge:
I beg your pardon, Inspector? 'Thought to be'?
Gregson:
Yes, havin' been stabbed in the back by her attacker's knife, the victim fell unconscious. That was three days ago now. And she's been comatose ever since.
Ryunosuke:
What?! (So they don't even know who she is for sure?)
Judge:
Hm, comatose... I see. But her life is not in danger?
Van Zieks:
Fortunately for the Eastern student, the charge will not be murder. Pray, elaborate on the details, Inspector.
Gregson:
Sir. If I could ask everyone to look at this street map... As I mentioned, the incident took place three days ago. ...At around five in the afternoon. It happened on the pavement running alongside Briar Road, a wide thoroughfare for horse-drawn vehicles. It had not long since stopped snowin' as the victim - Miss Green - was walkin' down the street. Out of the blue, she was approached from behind by the accused and stabbed in the back. Luckily, the young lady's life was spared, and she's currently bein' treated in one of the city's hospitals. But bein' unconscious as she is, we've been unable to take a statement from her, of course. This is the case file with everything we know about the victim so far.
Judge:
Thank you, Inspector. The court will accept the documents as evidence, if you please.
The case file has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
What of the weapon that was used?
Gregson:
Sir. I have that here. It was removed from the victim's back.
Ryunosuke:
(Ouch. That big thing is starting to make me scared to walk down the street now...)
Susato:
With a heavy blade like that, almost anybody would have been able to stab the poor woman.
Ryunosuke:
(Even the scragged-looking Soseki-san, I suppose...)
Judge:
Hm... A common-or-garden jackknife, I would say. Rather nondescript. Thank you, Inspector. The court accepts the blade as evidence.
The jackknife has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Now then...what do we know of the motive? Money or valuables, I presume?
Examine evidence
Jackknife
Blade, then tip of blade
Susato:
Oh, look here, Mr Naruhodo, just at the tip... A small piece of the blade appears to be missing.
Ryunosuke:
You're right! Well spotted, Miss Susato!
Susato:
I wonder what could have happened to it.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. ...You, you don't think... ...it could still be lodged in the victim, do you?
Susato:
Oh dear! I do hope not. That sounds terribly painful.
Gregson:
From what we can tell by looking at the woman's possessions, it seems like she's a poor student herself. Hard to imagine she would have had anythin' much worth pinchin', My Lord.
Judge:
I see. Well, in that case, are we looking at some deep-seated resentment toward the victim?
Gregson:
...I'm afraid I couldn't say. Apart from visitin' secondhand bookshops, the defendant, Mr Natsume, doesn't appear to get out much. At this moment in time, we haven't been able to establish any sort of connection between him and the victim.
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
If theft and grievance had been ruled out as the motive... ...what reason could Mr Natsume possibly have had for stabbing the young woman? Yet you arrested the man in spite of that...in a totally unjustified and heavy-handed way!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...Pray forgive the discourtesy of flinging a freshly uncorked bottle into the public gallery... ...but your words have soured its hallowed bouquet. For it is you, my learned friend, who is being heavy-handed here.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Van Zieks:
Scotland Yard does not arrest people without good cause. That should be beyond question. Inspector Gregson, the prosecution calls for your formal testimony. Explain to the court precisely why the constabulary came to arrest the Nipponese student.
Gregson:
Yes, sir!
Witness Testimony
- Mr Natsume's Arrest -
Gregson:
As I said, it was five o'clock in the afternoon when the incident occurred. And there was an unusually light fog.
Visibility was reasonably good, and there was no one else about but the victim and the accused.
Out of the blue, the victim was stabbed from behind and subsequently collapsed on the pavement.
The accused ran off, scatterin' his belongings all over the floor.
Those bein' a number of old books he'd just bought. He was on his way home from a bookshop, it seems.
It was just a matter of workin' out who the books belonged to, and we found the bloke to arrest him.
Judge:
Old books, you say?
Gregson:
Yes, My Lord. I have a photograph here of the scene of the crime, taken immediately after the incident.
Judge:
Ah yes, I can clearly see the books to which you are referring. I will take that photographic print as evidence, please, Inspector.
The crime scene photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
You Nipponese are a spineless breed. Too cowardly to admit defeat. Denying everything despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I...
Susato:
Forgive me, Lord van Zieks, but the defendant is not denying 'everything', as you put it.
Ryunosuke:
What are you doing, Miss Susato?
Judge:
Do go on...
Susato:
Mr Natsume has admitted to playing some part in the incident. Isn't that right, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
(Well, now you mention it... ...when we visited him in the prison yesterday, he did tell us what had all happened.)
Soseki:
As I was walking along that accursed pavement, I could make out the sole silhouette of another ahead of me. A woman, wearing a green overcoat, she was. And just as I went to overtake her... ...she suddenly let out a little scream, and collapsed onto the cold, hard slabs of stone at my feet! I was terrified! I had to get away from there! So I ran! As fast as my legs would carry me back to my accursed lodgings!
Juror No. 1:
Hmph, a green overcoat?
Juror No. 3:
Well that's exactly what the woman in that print is wearing!
Juror No. 4:
Oh my! A photographic print in full colour! What will the world come up with next?
Ryunosuke:
The defendant has done nothing more than admit he fled the scene of a terrifying incident! That does NOT mean that he's guilty of the heinous crime of stabbing the woman in the back!
Van Zieks:
There was nobody else there at the time. Just the two of them: the victim...and the accused. In other words, there is nobody else who could possibly have stabbed the woman. A fact...that the accused concedes!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Hm, it seems this cross-examination could prove to be pivotal, Counsel. Proceed, please.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord! (Nothing for it... I have to use this cross-examination to turn the tables here. It's our only chance!)
Cross-Examination
- Mr Natsume's Arrest -
Gregson:
As I said, it was five o'clock in the afternoon when the incident occurred. And there was an unusually light fog.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A light fog, you say?
Gregson:
Well, light for London. You could see the opposite side of the street for once. Not much farther, though.
Ryunosuke:
...That's light, is it?
Gregson:
Around these parts, yes. Not something I'd expect a Japanese fellow like yourself to know, of course.
Ryunosuke:
I've read that London is famous for its fog. But in my country, people usually imagine that gives the city a rather beautiful appearance.
Van Zieks:
Tsk. How quaint.
Gregson:
Yes, well, it's not somethin' us Londoners tend to romanticise, as I expect you can appreciate.
Ryunosuke:
I, I see...
Gregson:
At this time of year, the fog causes a large number of accidents, especially when it's heavy. Sometimes you can't even see your own hand at the end of your arm.
Judge:
Indeed. The other day, I was very nearly trampled by horses before I could see the carriage they were pulling.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Susato-san and I should definitely remember to stop, look and listen...)
Van Zieks:
However, on the day that concerns us, the fog was somewhat lighter than usual. A fact no doubt lamented by the accused.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Gregson:
Visibility was reasonably good, and there was no one else about but the victim and the accused.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
How are you able to state that with any certainly?
Van Zieks:
Quite simply, my learned friend. Because that is what the witnesses to this crime have told us.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah yes, Inspector Gregson mentioned the witnesses yesterday, didn't he?)
Susato:
That's right. One of them is a policeman, I believe. From Scotland Yard.
Gregson:
That is correct, ma'am.
Ryunosuke:
Then we must hear their testimony!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution will of course call them to the stand... should it be necessary.
Ryunosuke:
But, wait a minute! At five o'clock in the afternoon in the middle of winter... it would have been dark already! No matter how light the fog might have been, no one could have seen-
Van Zieks:
I'm unaware of the situation on your tiny island in the East... ...but here in the capital city of Great Britain...all main roads are illuminated in the night by gas streetlights.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution believes there would have been ample light by which to witness the crime.
Judge:
Quite. Here in London, for the first time in history, mankind has completely conquered the darkness.
Ryunosuke:
(Which means we really need to hear those witness statements. If I could just get through the fog of this cross-examination, maybe we'll be able to...)
Van Zieks:
It seems the counsel for the defence is...taking stock. Continue with your testimony, Inspector.
Gregson:
Out of the blue, the victim was stabbed from behind and subsequently collapsed on the pavement.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
'From behind', you say...?
Gregson:
That's right. As you can see from this print.
Judge:
...Yes, quite so, Inspector. The handle of the weapon is clearly protruding from the victim's back. And you say this poor woman - Miss Green - remains in a critical condition? Comatose, no less?
Gregson:
I'm afraid so, My Lord, yes. She's bein' treated at Barts. I was hopeful that she'd come round before the trial started so I could take a statement, but it wasn't to be.
Judge:
Yes, that is indeed a pity. It would have been most illuminating to hear the victim's own account of events.
Van Zieks:
Luck is on your client's side, it seems.
Ryunosuke:
...! On the contrary! My client has been exceedingly UNlucky!
Van Zieks:
...Your force of tone is seriously undermined by those disturbingly wide eyes, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Gregson:
The accused ran off, scatterin' his belongings all over the floor.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume's belongings? Um...
Gregson:
I think you'll find it's all there in the photographic print of the crime scene.
Judge:
Yes, the three books on the floor.
Gregson:
That's right, My Lord. Secondhand books, they were. Irreparably damaged after fallin' in the snow, of course.
Van Zieks:
The accused could easily have carried all three books in one hand. Which means... ...his other hand would have been free to wield a knife, for example.
Susato:
He's very clever, isn't he?
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Susato:
He's made it extremely hard for you to assert that Mr Natsume had his hands full with his books. He's managed to close the one avenue of escape we might have had before we even knew it was there.
Judge:
You mean to say that the defendant was holding his belongings as he thrust the knife into the woman's back?
Gregson:
That must be what happened, My Lord, yes.
Gregson:
Those bein' a number of old books he'd just bought. He was on his way home from a bookshop, it seems.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The defendant apparently visits a secondhand bookshop on a daily basis.
Gregson:
Yes, so I understand. A shop full of old English literature.
Van Zieks:
I commend the accused on the lofty subject matter of his scholarly attention.
Gregson:
The bloke's room was stacked floor to ceilin' with those musty old books.
Ryunosuke:
Can you tell us more about the bookshop in question, please, Inspector?
Gregson:
Well, if I must. I'll have to ask you to look at the street map again, I'm afraid. The closest secondhand bookshop to the accused's lodgings is this place here. Bourbon Books. A little place on the corner of Briar Road and Meerschaum Street. As it happens, the accused is currently livin' in lodgings on the other side of Briar Road at the opposite end. Which means it doesn't take a genius to work out the route he would've taken home. Somethin' like this.
The local map's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Yes, I concur with your conclusion, Inspector. The defendant would certainly have passed the scene of the crime on his way home from that particular shop.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...I think that what the inspector just told us could turn out to be of vital importance.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I agree. (The most important point that the inspector just made being...)
The bookshop's location
Ryunosuke:
The crucial detail in what you've just told the court, Inspector, is the location of the bookshop.
Gregson:
I couldn't agree more.
Ryunosuke:
So...where is it exactly?
Gregson:
......... Eh? Are you windin' me up, sunshine?! I just explained that! I got the map out and everythin'! Used red bloomin' ink! And drew the bloke's route home on for you!
Judge:
And I distinctly remember seeing you nod along, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes...yes, of course! (I must have been so nervous, I didn't take it in...)
Van Zieks:
The blunder of the day goes to you, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
No no, not yet! The trial's only just begun after all!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...I would strongly advise you to look carefully through the Court Record at this stage.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, miss. At once, miss. Sorry I made a mistake, miss.)
Van Zieks:
Inspector, continue with your testimony, please.
Leads back to cross-examination
The bookshop's name
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson, may I ask you a favour?
Gregson:
...What?
Ryunosuke:
Would you kindly add the name of the bookshop to your formal testimony, please? I believe it may be of vital importance.
Gregson:
'May be'?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, you know... I mean, yes! It could be a very important clue!
Judge:
Very well. Not that I can see it being of any great significance... ...but please revise your testimony accordingly, Inspector.
Gregson:
Yes sir, My Lord. Whatever you say.
Ryunosuke:
(Could the man BE any more sardonic?)
Changes statement from "Those bein' a number of old books he'd just bought. He was on his way home from a bookshop, it seems. to "He was on his way home from Bourbon Books, a secondhand bookshop he apparently patronises."
The bookshop's stock
Ryunosuke:
I often think, Inspector... ...that what really makes for a good bookshop is the quality of the books that they stock!
Gregson:
......... Yes, I think I'd agree with that.
Ryunosuke:
For example! You go to a shop and buy a serialised set of novels... ...but when you return home, you find to your horror... that the third volume is missing!
Gregson:
...Doesn't bear thinkin' about. Just the sort of thing that really gets my goat.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! THAT is the point I was trying to make!
Van Zieks:
Well, now that you two have found common ground in that fascinating scenario... ...perhaps we might continue with the cross-examination? If you're quite finished, my learned Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! ......... (...Wait, what just happened?)
Susato:
What just happened, Mr Naruhodo, was that you allowed yourself to be sidetracked. I would strongly advise you to look carefully through the Court Record at this stage.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, miss. At once, miss. Sorry I made a mistake, miss.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Gregson:
He was on his way home from Bourbon Books, a secondhand bookshop he apparently patronises.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Hm, so the shop is called Bourbon Books, is it?
Gregson:
That's right. That's the closest secondhand bookshop to the accused's lodgings. And to get from there back to his room... ...he would have gone right past the very spot where the incident took place.
Ryunosuke:
If...if I could just confirm one point... Can we be sure that the defendant really did visit Bourbon Books on the day in question?
Gregson:
......... Well, we haven't actually confirmed it, no.
Judge:
You haven't confirmed it? Why the devil not, Inspector?
Gregson:
Well, um, the thing is... ...the shopkeeper's gone on a trip, you see. Left the mornin' after the incident. To collect more stock, I'm told. So we, um, haven't been able to ask the bloke if the accused visited his shop on the day in question or not.
Ryunosuke:
Well in that case, what did the defendant himself have to say about it?
Van Zieks:
...No recollection.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Van Zieks:
According to the statement he made at the time, the accused has no recollection of where he'd been.
Ryunosuke:
...Of course he doesn't.
Gregson:
The bloke clearly has his head in the clouds whenever he's walkin' about town. He claims he just wanders into whatever bookshop he happens to be passin', and rarely notices the name.
Judge:
Hmmm... I should say the man ought to learn to look where he's going, at the very least.
Ryunosuke:
......... (So... ...it's just as I thought, then.)
Susato:
Is something the matter?
Van Zieks:
Inspector, you may continue with your testimony.
Present Secondhand Book Receipt
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Um...if, if I could just stop you there, Inspector Gregson..."
Gregson:
It was just a matter of workin' out who the books belonged to, and we found the bloke to arrest him.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You asked for the help of the famous detective, Herlock Sholmes, to locate the defendant, I believe.
Gregson:
......... Stuff and nonsense.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
That Jack-in-office...that busybody...just comes and sticks his oar in whether we ask him or not!
Ryunosuke:
But, but according to what I have here... ...Mr Sholmes was shown to the scene by Scotland Yard detectives.
Gregson:
Well that was nothin' to do with me! The lads at the scene must've done it! Without my permission!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Gregson:
I tell 'em time and again! Whenever somethin' happens, send word to headquarters! Then follow your bloomin' instructions!
Ryunosuke:
...I see.
Gregson:
If that meddler gets his hands on any details, we'll all be readin' it in Randst Magazine next month! And you can bet your last farthin' that I'll be in there, too, stripped of all my hard work on the case! 'Yes, Mr Sholmes, no, Mr Sholmes', 'Aren't you clever, Mr Sholmes'! That's all the thanks I'll be gettin'!
Van Zieks:
...Inspector. If the man is proving detrimental to the Yard's activities... ...perhaps I should step in and...deal with him?
Gregson:
Argh!!! .........
Susato:
It appears Inspector Gregson is lost for words.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. The Reaper's words carry a lot of weight, obviously.
Gregson:
Anyway, the point is this! That little Japanese bloke's already admitted it. He's admitted that those books all over the pavement at the scene were the ones he bought that day!
Judge:
Hmmm...
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo? If you're unable to sway the jury during this cross-examination, I'm afraid-
Ryunosuke:
That Mr Natsume's fate will be sealed? Yes, they're sure to find him guilty. So one way or another... ...I have to expose an undeniable inconsistency in the inspector's testimony!
Ryunosuke:
Um...if, if I could just stop you there, Inspector Gregson...
Gregson:
What is it, sunshine? I'm a busy man, you know!
Ryunosuke:
This is a receipt that we found in Mr Natsume's room. It was issued on the day of the incident, and details the purchase of three secondhand books.
Gregson:
And you found that in the accused's room, did you?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but the point is not where the receipt was found, but the name of the shop printed on it.
Van Zieks:
...Go on.
Ryunosuke:
This receipt was issued from a bookshop called...Yore Books.
Judge:
Yore Books? Y-o-r-e, I presume...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. So Mr Natsume did indeed purchase a number of books at a secondhand bookshop that day. However! The bookshop in question...was not Bourbon Books!
Gregson:
Eh? What?
Judge:
Inspector! Do you know of this other bookshop?
Gregson:
Y-Yes sir! Yore Books is another secondhand bookshop not far from Bourbon Books. It's just that... Well, it's such a small place, I, I didn't think the accused would have known about it.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But in fact that IS the bookshop which the defendant visited on the day in question. And this receipt proves it!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Yes...for what difference it makes. Wherever the man purchased his musty tomes, it makes no difference in the final analysis.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
I disagree! I, I mean...after all, um...
Susato:
I have the street map here, if that might be of help?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um... Yes! Thank you! Have a look at this, please... If the defendant had been returning from Bourbon Books... ...then yes, he would almost certainly have passed the place where Miss Green was attacked. However! If we take into account the fact that he was actually at another bookshop - Yore Books... ...it may very well turn out that he wouldn't have passed that location at all!
Juror No. 1:
...! Could that be true?
Juror No. 2:
My my, it rather depends on where this other bookshop is, but I do declare it may be a possibility...
Juror No. 3:
Is that right, Mr Lawyer, sir? What you just said?
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely! It absolutely could be right!
Judge:
Inspector Gregson! Where is this Yore Books establishment?
Gregson:
Well, um, obviously we looked into that. It turns out that Yore Books... ...is just here on the next corner of Meerschaum Street goin' east.
The local map's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
And there you have it! As you can clearly see now... ......... ...Oh.
Van Zieks:
...My learned Nipponese friend is obviously in training to be a clown, the way he regales us with such witticisms. To your future career in the circus.
Susato:
Grrr...you put that glass down now, or I'll put it down for you!
Gregson:
I, erm...didn't think I needed to spell it out, but here we go. If the accused was comin' home from Yore Books instead of Bourbon Books... ...there's no doubt he still would have passed the place where the victim was stabbed.
Judge:
Yes, thank you, Inspector.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Van Zieks:
Allow me to reiterate for my learned, if somewhat slow, Nipponese friend... Wherever the man purchased his musty tomes, it makes no difference in the final analysis.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAGH!!!
Juror No. 4:
As I suspected! You can't fool me! And I don't suggest you try!
Juror No. 5:
What did I say, eh? I've had enough of this now!
Juror No. 6:
Beg your pardon? Terribly sorry, but would you mind repeating that?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! We mustn't give up!
Ryunosuke:
What, what do you mean?
Susato:
If the prosecution's assertion is correct... ...the members of the jury may very well decide that Mr Natsume is guilty!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (She's absolutely right!)
Susato:
We must think! We must consider the assertion just put forward by the prosecution very, very carefully!
Ryunosuke:
(They claim Soseki-san must have passed the location of the incident on his way home from Yore Books, but...)
Raise an objection
Ryunosuke:
The assertion just made by the prosecution...is fundamentally flawed!
Van Zieks:
.........
Leads to:
"Explain yourself, Counsel!"
Leave it
Ryunosuke:
......... (I think I'd better leave it alone for now.)
Judge:
Very well, if the defence has no rebuttal here...
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, as I said before... ...we can't give up here. We must fight back!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I realise that. But sometimes the best way to fight is to do nothing, you know.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...You're right! What am I talking about? Doing nothing won't get us anywhere! (It wasn't sitting right with me anyway...) 
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The assertion just made by the prosecution...is fundamentally flawed!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
First we must deal with the inexcusable tardiness of your objection!
Ryunosuke:
Wah!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, remember! It's time to fight back!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, I don't know what's worse, the court penalty, or Susato-san's piercing stare...)
Leads to:
"Explain yourself, Counsel!"
Judge:
Explain yourself, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
Erm, yes, My Lord! You, you can see what I mean on this map! When returning from Yore Books to his lodgings... ...Mr Natsume could have followed the route suggested by the prosecution. However... ...that isn't the only conceivable route to take between the two places. If the defendant used these streets...look what happens! He arrives back at his lodgings without passing the location where the victim was attacked!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Talking back to a clown is a fool's errand, of course. However, I feel compelled to point out that... ...that route is what is commonly referred to as the long way round.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Van Zieks:
On a cold winter's night, why would any man choose to take a longer route home?
Ryunosuke:
Well, um...erm...
Van Zieks:
The answer is extremely simple: He wouldn't. In other words... ...the accused took the obvious route back to his lodgings, and is the obvious perpetrator of this crime!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But...but...BUT! Ah-ha, yes! I've got it! Obviously, we must ask the man himself! Ask Mr Natsume which route he took home!
Van Zieks:
I have already informed the court of the accused's response to such questioning. He claims he has 'no recollection'.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Gregson:
That's right. As I said, the bloke seems to spend his time outside wanderin' aimlessly from A to B. That day was no exception. He says he doesn't remember where he was or which route he took home.
Ryunosuke:
......... I don't... I DON'T BELIEVE THIIIS!!!
Van Zieks:
...I thank you, my learned friend. And suggest that we do not waste any more of the court's time by wandering aimlessly around this subject. Pray, what say you insightful jurors?
Ryunosuke:
But, but even if that is the case, the defence still-
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
I agree with Lord van Zieks! Wholeheartedly, and in every way!
Ryunosuke:
What?! (I don't believe it! Does, does this mean...?)
Juror No. 1:
We members of the jury...are completely convinced now!
Judge:
Very well, in that case I hereby call upon all members of the jury... ...to present your findings to the court!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
It would appear the jury's leaning is unanimous.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
To the insightful members of the jury. I applaud your brave resolve. You serve Queen and country admirably.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
......... (No...not yet... This isn't over yet! I still have one last chance to sway the opinion of the jury. I have to tip the balance of those scales the other way. I have to turn this around... ...somehow!)
Van Zieks:
Hm, those are the eyes of quarry not yet willing to give up and die.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
So I presume you intend to wield your rights again in this trial. Rights of the defence written into antiquated British law that should have been buried long ago.
Ryunosuke:
Call it antiquated if you will... ...but it's the defence's prerogative to carry out a summation examination if it so chooses!
Judge:
Very well, Counsel... ...in accordance with the letter of the law, we shall proceed with a summation examination. Are the members of the jury ready, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
Of course we're ready! I'm all too familiar with that Nipponese whippersnapper and his onkus refusal to throw in his alley.
Judge:
Very well then. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...you will each explain on what grounds you have determined the defendant to be guilty!
Judicial Findings
- The Jurors' Contentions -
Juror No. 1:
For pity's sake, that little Nipponese oddity already admitted it himself, didn't he?
Juror No. 2:
If he said that a woman in green collapsed before his eyes, why it can only have been the victim!
Juror No. 3:
The man wouldn't have gone around the houses on his way back from the bookshop. Not in winter!
Juror No. 4:
So the poor woman was attacked from behind, was she? How dreadful!
Juror No. 5:
I really don't care! Can't we just wrap this up now? I've got work to be doing!
Juror No. 6:
Hm, Yore Books, yes... Nice shop, that. But Bourbon Books? ...Hmph, no, not worth a visit.
Judge:
Hmmm... With only minor exceptions, the reasons for finding the defendant guilty are all too clear.
Van Zieks:
When the stabbing occurred, the only two people at the scene were the victim and the accused. And the accused himself... ...has admitted to seeing the victim in her green overcoat sink to the ground before his eyes.
Judge:
Furthermore, we have heard from the inspector that the defendant then fled the scene. I must say, I would have ample grounds to convict this man already.
Susato:
Oh dear, even the judge appears convinced of Mr Natsume's guilt now.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, why did he have to run away like that? And how are we supposed to believe in some phantom attacker that nobody could see? This is impossible! How can I possibly make a case for the defence?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! This is no time for grumbling! If we want to force the trial to continue-
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. I have to turn the tide. I must make the jurors change their minds. Well, four of them, at least.
Susato:
Exactly. We have no choice but to forge forward!
Judge:
You have the floor, Counsel. Begin your summation examination.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. (I just need to keep this trial going somehow. Whatever it takes... Come on, Ryunosuke, you can do it!)
Jury Examination
- The Defence's Rebuttal -
Juror No. 1:
For pity's sake, that little Nipponese oddity already admitted it himself, didn't he?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me, but... ...aren't you...?
Juror No. 1:
Yes, that's right. I was in the witness stand myself just two days ago.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I had a feeling I knew your face. ...Or the side of it, anyway. If I remember correctly, you're a banker, aren't you?
Juror No. 1:
That's right. After the gold rush down under, I came back to London to work. And it was all going swimmingly until you started fossicking around! Bruce Fairplay was a man of repute!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Juror No. 1:
Don't think I've forgotten how you treated me the other day! You had me and that young hatter pegged as criminals!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, you know... Water under the bridge!
Juror No. 1:
Now there's all sorts of rumours buzzing around. And the police have been badgering me nonstop.
Ryunosuke:
...If, if I could turn back the clock...
Juror No. 1:
Well anyway, I don't know about the hatter, but at least I'm in the clear now. And free to make up my own mind about who's guilty and who isn't.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... Thank goodness... (Alright, maaaybe I might struggle to change this man's mind, given our awkward history...)
Susato:
Oh dear, I wonder what's become of Mr Furst now...
Juror No. 2:
If he said that a woman in green collapsed before his eyes, why it can only have been the victim!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You're right that at the time of the incident... ...the defendant admits to having seen someone wearing a green overcoat walking ahead of him.
Juror No. 2:
Well quite! That's precisely my point. Clearly that 'someone wearing green' was the victim. And clearly that funny little Nipponese man with the disturbing moustache is the culprit!
Ryunosuke:
But let us not forget, madam! The defendant vehemently denies attacking the woman!
Juror No. 2:
Why, of course he does! If he admits to stabbing her, his life is over. The man is obviously a liver-faced coward. Honestly! Claiming the woman simply collapsed before his eyes!
Ryunosuke:
But if that's a lie as you're suggesting, do you not think he would have concocted something more credible?
Juror No. 2:
Oh, I really couldn't say. After all, you are...foreign. Who's to say what goes through your funny little minds.
Ryunosuke:
(I could tell you what's going through my funny little mind right now, but you wouldn't like it...)
Juror No. 2:
I do declare the man has already made the admission. He himself has stated that there was nobody else around. Surely the conclusion is obvious? No one else could possibly have committed this awful crime!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Juror No. 2:
If no one else could have done it, the accused must be the man. Really, it couldn't be more simple!
Judge:
Your argument is compelling in its simplicity, I must admit.
Juror No. 2:
Oh my! You are too kind, My Lord!
Ryunosuke:
(That went well...for her.)
Pit against Juror No. 6's statement (after Juror No. 6 changes his statement; before Jurors No. 3 and 5 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly show a flaw in the jurors' reasoning!
Judge:
A flaw? What are you talking about, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Well, juror number two? Juror number six?
Juror No. 2:
My, whatever do you mean, sir?
Juror No. 6:
.........
Susato:
I think perhaps the old man didn't hear you.
Ryunosuke:
Unbelievable. It's not like I was loud or anything... There is at least one fact of which we can be sure here. The bookshop receipt found in the defendant's room clearly indicates that on the day of the attack... ...he had been to Yore Books and purchased a number of secondhand titles. He then returned home on foot.
Juror No. 2:
But the man says he has no recollection of his return journey.
Ryunosuke:
That's correct. But what he does remember is seeing someone appear in front of him on the way. Someone in a green overcoat, who suddenly collapsed on the pavement before his eyes.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, we are well aware of all this! The poor young woman who was stabbed, obviously.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Can we really be sure of that, madam?
Juror No. 2:
My! Whatever do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure you heard juror number six's account of what happened to him that day? That same afternoon, there was somebody else apart from the victim... ...who was wearing a green overcoat and who fell over on the icy streets in the neighbourhood.
Juror No. 2:
Oh my!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 3:
My goodness, you, you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. I'm referring of course... ...to hard-of-hearing juror number six!
Juror No. 2:
Are, are you really suggesting... ...that the person in the green overcoat whom the defendant saw collapse in front of his eyes... ...was the jolly old gentleman on the end of the bench here with me today?
Ryunosuke:
That is entirely possible, yes. After all, the old man... ...has a somewhat similar build to the victim.
Juror No. 5:
Well look at that!
Juror No. 4:
My goodness me!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry? You need a pee?
Ryunosuke:
And crucially! We know precisely where the old man in the green overcoat fell!
Juror No. 2:
On Calabash Road...
Ryunosuke:
Therefore, if the person who Mr Natsume saw collapsing in front of him was in fact juror number six... ...it means the defendant must have taken the long route back to his lodgings. And if that's true, then clearly... ...the crime scene on Briar Road where the woman was stabbed...was not on his way home!
Juror No. 2:
Oooh my!
Juror No. 5:
You idiot, old man! If you hadn't been so daft as to be roaming about there, we'd have boxed this off hours ago!
Juror No. 4:
And really! What were you thinking, wearing such a befuddling coat?!
Juror No. 6:
What did you say to me?! Is it a crime for the elderly to walk the streets these days, hm? Is it a crime to slip over on the ice? Is it a crime to keep up with the latest styles and wear a beautiful, green overcoat, is it?!
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 2:
My Lord, I do hope it won't cause any inconvenience, but...
Judge:
You'd like to change your leaning, I presume?
Juror No. 2:
I do declare that I would. I should like to call for a verdict of not guilty.
Ryunosuke:
...! Thank you!
Juror No. 6:
And I would too!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 6:
Is it a crime to change your mind, is it? Well?!
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! That was wonderful!
Ryunosuke:
Well, we've managed to change a couple of minds at least. It's strengthened our position somewhat.
Susato:
Yes! And it will prompt the other members of the jury to reconsider their stance as well. They'll be asking themselves if their current leanings are really right or not. Now, if only... If we could just identify one more clue or discrepancy that would make them stop doubting Mr Natsume... ...we might be able to tip the balance completely!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's exactly what we've got to do! (Van Zieks is looking to bring this trial to an early conclusion. That's what we have to prevent, by whatever means we have at our disposal!)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. On with the summation examination, please!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord.
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to "Why it could have been that old man in the green that the defendant saw. I have to call not guilty. It's only right." and Juror No. 6's statement to "I'm sorry about my overcoat setting a cat among the pigeons. I'm leaning to not guilty to make up for it."
Pit against Juror No. 6's statement (after Juror No. 6 changes his statement; after Jurors No. 3 and 5 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly show a flaw in the jurors' reasoning!
Judge:
A flaw? What are you talking about, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Well, juror number two? Juror number six?
Juror No. 2:
My, whatever do you mean, sir?
Juror No. 6:
.........
Susato:
I think perhaps the old man didn't hear you.
Ryunosuke:
Unbelievable. It's not like I was loud or anything... There is at least one fact of which we can be sure here. The bookshop receipt found in the defendant's room clearly indicates that on the day of the attack... ...he had been to Yore Books and purchased a number of secondhand titles. He then returned home on foot.
Juror No. 2:
But the man says he has no recollection of his return journey.
Ryunosuke:
That's correct. But what he does remember is seeing someone appear in front of him on the way. Someone in a green overcoat, who suddenly collapsed on the pavement before his eyes.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, we are well aware of all this! The poor young woman who was stabbed, obviously.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Can we really be sure of that, madam?
Juror No. 2:
My! Whatever do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure you heard juror number six's account of what happened to him that day? That same afternoon, there was somebody else apart from the victim... ...who was wearing a green overcoat and who fell over on the icy streets in the neighbourhood.
Juror No. 2:
Oh my!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 3:
My goodness, you, you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. I'm referring of course... ...to hard-of-hearing juror number six!
Juror No. 2:
Are, are you really suggesting... ...that the person in the green overcoat whom the defendant saw collapse in front of his eyes... ...was the jolly old gentleman on the end of the bench here with me today?
Ryunosuke:
That is entirely possible, yes. After all, the old man... ...has a somewhat similar build to the victim.
Juror No. 5:
Well look at that!
Juror No. 4:
My goodness me!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry? You need a pee?
Ryunosuke:
And crucially! We know precisely where the old man in the green overcoat fell!
Juror No. 2:
On Calabash Road...
Ryunosuke:
Therefore, if the person who Mr Natsume saw collapsing in front of him was in fact juror number six... ...it means the defendant must have taken the long route back to his lodgings. And if that's true, then clearly... ...the crime scene on Briar Road where the woman was stabbed...was not on his way home!
Juror No. 2:
Oooh my!
Juror No. 5:
You idiot, old man! If you hadn't been so daft as to be roaming about there, we'd have boxed this off hours ago!
Juror No. 4:
And really! What were you thinking, wearing such a befuddling coat?!
Juror No. 6:
What did you say to me?! Is it a crime for the elderly to walk the streets these days, hm? Is it a crime to slip over on the ice? Is it a crime to keep up with the latest styles and wear a beautiful, green overcoat, is it?!
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 2:
My Lord, I do hope it won't cause any inconvenience, but...
Judge:
You'd like to change your leaning, I presume?
Juror No. 2:
I do declare that I would. I should like to call for a verdict of not guilty.
Ryunosuke:
...! Thank you!
Juror No. 6:
And I would too!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 6:
Is it a crime to change your mind, is it? Well?!
Leads to:
"Well, that summation examination has concluded with a rather large shift in opinion."
Juror No. 2:
Why it could have been that old man in the green that the defendant saw. I have to call not guilty. It's only right.
Juror No. 3:
The man wouldn't have gone around the houses on his way back from the bookshop. Not in winter!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But you can't deny that there are other routes Mr Natsume could have taken back from Yore Books.
Juror No. 3:
Oh yes. Like you drew on the map, you mean? What was it? Calabash Road or something?
Ryunosuke:
Precisely.
Juror No. 3:
But it seems to me that what counts is whether the little Japanese fellow actually went that way or not.
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes, that's true.
Juror No. 3:
And at the moment, there's no proof that shows he did, is there?
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes, that's true as well.
Juror No. 3:
And as I understand it, the accused himself doesn't remember which way he went, does he?
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes, that's annoyingly true.
Juror No. 3:
Winter nights are dark and cold, so the way I see it, you'd want to get home as quickly as possible.
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes... Haah...why is all this true?
Juror No. 3:
So really, the only thing that makes sense is that he went home along Briar Road.
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (I'm supposed to be convincing you here!)
Juror No. 3:
I have given it a lot of thought, you know. I didn't just make up my mind on a whim that he did it. I mean, if there was some logical reason why he might have gone the Calabash Road way, it'd be different. I'd be happy to reconsider my position in that case. Honest, I would.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, a reason why Soseki-san might have taken the longer way home...)
Susato:
Yes, a good reason... I don't imagine you'll be able to sway this young man's opinion without one.
Pit against Juror No. 5's statement (after Juror No. 5 changes his statement; before Jurors No. 2 and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are clearly at odds with one another!
Judge:
At odds, Counsel? Explain yourself!
Juror No. 3:
Please! Don't point! It wasn't me, I swear!
Juror No. 5:
Eh? What? I, I just want to get this done and dusted!
Ryunosuke:
Well, juror number three?
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Me, sir? What, what do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five's words just now are extremely significant. Let's take a moment to consider the implications of what's been said on our map of the local area. On the day in question, Mr Natsume visited this bookshop to purchase a number of secondhand books. And on the same day... ...we now know that there were works being carried out on Meerschaum Street, making it impassable. Which means that the defendant's route home... ...could not have taken him along Meerschaum Street and down Briar Road.
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Yes! Of course! What, what do you think, sir?
Juror No. 5:
Well! Yes, you can't argue with that really, can you? We must've had a good two yards or more of the pavement up. Every gentleman and gentlewoman that came along had to turn back and go the other way.
Ryunosuke:
So the only conclusion is this! The defendant must have taken the longer route back to his lodgings!
Juror No. 3:
Yes, I suppose he must have.
Juror No. 5:
I, I suppose that must be right, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three, you said the following: 'The man wouldn't have gone around the houses on his way back from the bookshop.' ...But! We see now...that he had no choice!
Juror No. 3:
Yeees! ......... My Lord Mr Judge, sir, if I may...?
Judge:
Yes?
Juror No. 3:
I, I don't think in all good conscience...that I can say the man's guilty now. ......... Yes, I'd like to see this trial continue so we can get to the bottom of what really happened. What about you, sir?
Juror No. 5:
Eh? Who, me? Hm, well, alright then... If there's a hole in the prosecution's argument, it should be filled in, that's what I say.
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! That was wonderful!
Ryunosuke:
Well, we've managed to change a couple of minds at least. It's strengthened our position somewhat.
Susato:
Yes! And it will prompt the other members of the jury to reconsider their stance as well. They'll be asking themselves if their current leanings are really right or not. Now, if only... If we could just identify one more clue or discrepancy that would make them stop doubting Mr Natsume... ...we might be able to tip the balance completely!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's exactly what we've got to do! (Van Zieks is looking to bring this trial to an early conclusion. That's what we have to prevent, by whatever means we have at our disposal!)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. On with the summation examination, please!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord.
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "I have to say not guilty at this point...so I can see where this trial goes from here." and Juror No. 5's statement to "Whether it's digging up roads or digging up the truth, you've got to see it through to the end, haven't you?"
Pit against Juror No. 5's statement (after Juror No. 5 changes his statement; after Jurors No. 2 and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are clearly at odds with one another!
Judge:
At odds, Counsel? Explain yourself!
Juror No. 3:
Please! Don't point! It wasn't me, I swear!
Juror No. 5:
Eh? What? I, I just want to get this done and dusted!
Ryunosuke:
Well, juror number three?
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Me, sir? What, what do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five's words just now are extremely significant. Let's take a moment to consider the implications of what's been said on our map of the local area. On the day in question, Mr Natsume visited this bookshop to purchase a number of secondhand books. And on the same day... ...we now know that there were works being carried out on Meerschaum Street, making it impassable. Which means that the defendant's route home... ...could not have taken him along Meerschaum Street and down Briar Road.
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Yes! Of course! What, what do you think, sir?
Juror No. 5:
Well! Yes, you can't argue with that really, can you? We must've had a good two yards or more of the pavement up. Every gentleman and gentlewoman that came along had to turn back and go the other way.
Ryunosuke:
So the only conclusion is this! The defendant must have taken the longer route back to his lodgings!
Juror No. 3:
Yes, I suppose he must have.
Juror No. 5:
I, I suppose that must be right, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three, you said the following: 'The man wouldn't have gone around the houses on his way back from the bookshop.' ...But! We see now...that he had no choice!
Juror No. 3:
Yeees! ......... My Lord Mr Judge, sir, if I may...?
Judge:
Yes?
Juror No. 3:
I, I don't think in all good conscience...that I can say the man's guilty now. ......... Yes, I'd like to see this trial continue so we can get to the bottom of what really happened. What about you, sir?
Juror No. 5:
Eh? Who, me? Hm, well, alright then... If there's a hole in the prosecution's argument, it should be filled in, that's what I say.
Leads to:
"Well, that summation examination has concluded with a rather large shift in opinion."
Juror No. 3:
I have to say not guilty at this point...so I can see where this trial goes from here.
Juror No. 4:
So the poor woman was attacked from behind, was she? How dreadful!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Juror No. 4:
Whatever is the matter, young man?
Ryunosuke:
You're the wife of Mr Garrideb, aren't you? The landlord who rents Mr Natsume his room.
Juror No. 4:
The master's wife?! Where do you get your ideas, sir? I'm the maid! The maid, you understand!
Ryunosuke:
(She's keeping up that charade? ...Ugh, this is going to be awkward.) Erm, why didn't you mention this yesterday? That you'd been selected for the jury in this trial, I mean.
Juror No. 4:
Well, I was told not to mention it to anyone until the day of the trial, you see. It was in the letter I received. The instructions were very clear. So I'm afraid I had no choice.
Ryunosuke:
I see. Anyway, Mr Natsume - the defendant - takes lodging in your...master's house, doesn't he?
Juror No. 4:
Yes, that's right. Although he's only been in a little over a week now.
Ryunosuke:
And in that time, surely you must have taken stock of his character. Does Mr Natsume look like the kind of man who would commit a crime such as this?!
Juror No. 4:
Oh my goodness me, yes! He's just the sort.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 4:
Spending all his time in that dark and dingy room, sporting that unscrupulous moustache... The man never speaks! And don't get me started on those shifty eyes! All the neighbours are talking about him. I've heard them, you know. People think he must be building a bomb in there or something.
Susato:
Oh dear, poor Mr Natsume. How could people say such things about him? He's just a harmless bookworm, nothing more.
Ryunosuke:
...Well, you just called him a worm, so... (Anyway, I'd better be careful about inviting this 'maid' to speak. She's said enough damning things already.)
Juror No. 5:
I really don't care! Can't we just wrap this up now? I've got work to be doing!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A man's life is on the line here, sir! This will take as long as it takes!
Juror No. 5:
Don't get clever with me now, son! My life's on the line, too. And so is my family's.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Juror No. 5:
The likes of you wouldn't understand, but a labourer like me can't afford to take time off. If I don't work, I don't eat! And neither do the wife and kids!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. That...must be very hard.
Juror No. 5:
I go to the union every morning to find out what needs doing. If you're late and the work's taken, it's tough. This time of year, there's water and gas supply pipes bursting left, right and centre. They're after cheap labour to get the roads dug up to fix it. It's a hard slog from dawn till dusk, it is.
Ryunosuke:
So...you were out digging up the roads on the day of the incident as well, were you?
Juror No. 5:
That's right. In fact, if I remember rightly... ...it was just round the corner from where it all happened. By that old bookshop, it was.
Ryunosuke:
What?! (Another coincidence?)
Juror No. 5:
That's right, Meerschaum Street, it was.
Ryunosuke:
Meerschaum Street...?
Susato:
On the map, Mr Naruhodo! There are only three named streets!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five! I need you to add that information to your formal statement, please.
Juror No. 5:
What's the point in that? Can't we just get this business over with now?
Ryunosuke:
Please, sir, it's important!
Juror No. 5:
Tsk, fine, I'll do it then.
Changes Juror No. 5's statement to "On the day it happened, I was digging up Meerschaum Street from dawn till dusk!"
Juror No. 5:
On the day it happened, I was digging up Meerschaum Street from dawn till dusk!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So, if I understand correctly, you're a day labourer and you were doing road maintenance that day?
Juror No. 5:
That's right. Like I said, you get a lot of burst gas and water pipes underground in the middle of winter. It's the only time of year fellows like me can actually make a few bob. And I'm missing out today!
Ryunosuke:
And...when you say from dawn till dusk...?
Juror No. 5:
Well the work has to be completed within the day, see. No coaches or pedestrians can pass while it's happening.
Ryunosuke:
I wonder if I could trouble you, sir... ...to mark on this street map the exact location of the works you were carrying out?
Juror No. 5:
Give it here, then. Let me have a look. Right, let's see then... Here we are, Meerschaum Street. Yes, it was just here, like. It was a tidy dig, I can tell you. We had to get through all the drifts of snow that had frozen solid.
Ryunosuke:
And at what sort of time did you finish the work?
Juror No. 5:
Well, we started in the morning and we can't have finished before gone six, I'd say. The snow had stopped coming down, but it was long past dark for sure.
Susato:
That means the road work was still going on when Miss Green was attacked at around five o'clock.
Ryunosuke:
(Road works on Meerschaum Street, huh...)
Pit against Juror No. 3's statement (before Jurors No. 2 and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are clearly at odds with one another!
Judge:
At odds, Counsel? Explain yourself!
Juror No. 3:
Please! Don't point! It wasn't me, I swear!
Juror No. 5:
Eh? What? I, I just want to get this done and dusted!
Ryunosuke:
Well, juror number three?
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Me, sir? What, what do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five's words just now are extremely significant. Let's take a moment to consider the implications of what's been said on our map of the local area. On the day in question, Mr Natsume visited this bookshop to purchase a number of secondhand books. And on the same day... ...we now know that there were works being carried out on Meerschaum Street, making it impassable. Which means that the defendant's route home... ...could not have taken him along Meerschaum Street and down Briar Road.
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Yes! Of course! What, what do you think, sir?
Juror No. 5:
Well! Yes, you can't argue with that really, can you? We must've had a good two yards or more of the pavement up. Every gentleman and gentlewoman that came along had to turn back and go the other way.
Ryunosuke:
So the only conclusion is this! The defendant must have taken the longer route back to his lodgings!
Juror No. 3:
Yes, I suppose he must have.
Juror No. 5:
I, I suppose that must be right, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three, you said the following: 'The man wouldn't have gone around the houses on his way back from the bookshop.' ...But! We see now...that he had no choice!
Juror No. 3:
Yeees! ......... My Lord Mr Judge, sir, if I may...?
Judge:
Yes?
Juror No. 3:
I, I don't think in all good conscience...that I can say the man's guilty now. ......... Yes, I'd like to see this trial continue so we can get to the bottom of what really happened. What about you, sir?
Juror No. 5:
Eh? Who, me? Hm, well, alright then... If there's a hole in the prosecution's argument, it should be filled in, that's what I say.
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! That was wonderful!
Ryunosuke:
Well, we've managed to change a couple of minds at least. It's strengthened our position somewhat.
Susato:
Yes! And it will prompt the other members of the jury to reconsider their stance as well. They'll be asking themselves if their current leanings are really right or not. Now, if only... If we could just identify one more clue or discrepancy that would make them stop doubting Mr Natsume... ...we might be able to tip the balance completely!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's exactly what we've got to do! (Van Zieks is looking to bring this trial to an early conclusion. That's what we have to prevent, by whatever means we have at our disposal!)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. On with the summation examination, please!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord.
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "I have to say not guilty at this point...so I can see where this trial goes from here." and Juror No. 5's statement to "Whether it's digging up roads or digging up the truth, you've got to see it through to the end, haven't you?"
Pit against Juror No. 3's statement (after Jurors No. 2 and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are clearly at odds with one another!
Judge:
At odds, Counsel? Explain yourself!
Juror No. 3:
Please! Don't point! It wasn't me, I swear!
Juror No. 5:
Eh? What? I, I just want to get this done and dusted!
Ryunosuke:
Well, juror number three?
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Me, sir? What, what do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five's words just now are extremely significant. Let's take a moment to consider the implications of what's been said on our map of the local area. On the day in question, Mr Natsume visited this bookshop to purchase a number of secondhand books. And on the same day... ...we now know that there were works being carried out on Meerschaum Street, making it impassable. Which means that the defendant's route home... ...could not have taken him along Meerschaum Street and down Briar Road.
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Yes! Of course! What, what do you think, sir?
Juror No. 5:
Well! Yes, you can't argue with that really, can you? We must've had a good two yards or more of the pavement up. Every gentleman and gentlewoman that came along had to turn back and go the other way.
Ryunosuke:
So the only conclusion is this! The defendant must have taken the longer route back to his lodgings!
Juror No. 3:
Yes, I suppose he must have.
Juror No. 5:
I, I suppose that must be right, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three, you said the following: 'The man wouldn't have gone around the houses on his way back from the bookshop.' ...But! We see now...that he had no choice!
Juror No. 3:
Yeees! ......... My Lord Mr Judge, sir, if I may...?
Judge:
Yes?
Juror No. 3:
I, I don't think in all good conscience...that I can say the man's guilty now. ......... Yes, I'd like to see this trial continue so we can get to the bottom of what really happened. What about you, sir?
Juror No. 5:
Eh? Who, me? Hm, well, alright then... If there's a hole in the prosecution's argument, it should be filled in, that's what I say.
Leads to:
"Well, that summation examination has concluded with a rather large shift in opinion."
Juror No. 5:
Whether it's digging up roads or digging up the truth, you've got to see it through to the end, haven't you?
Juror No. 6:
Hm, Yore Books, yes... Nice shop, that. But Bourbon Books? ...Hmph, no, not worth a visit.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry? 'Fold it,' you say? Fold what?
Ryunosuke:
...Um, no no, what I said was 'Hold it!' What I wanted to ask was, do you visit Yore Books often?
Juror No. 6:
I like the old books they have in there, yes. I enjoy reading them over a nice cup of old tea. That's my daily routine, you see. Same thing every day. Including the day you're all talking about.
Ryunosuke:
And at what time did you visit Yore Books on the day in question?
Juror No. 6:
Well, I was picking out books in there all afternoon, and it would have been just before five that I left. That's my daily routine, you see. Same thing every day. Including the day you're all talking about.
Ryunosuke:
Just before five, you say? (Exactly when the victim was attacked!) Are you sure about the time?
Juror No. 6:
Oh yes, no mistake there. I remember it well, I'm not about to forget that day in a hurry. Not after the dreadful time I had.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Juror No. 6:
Well, I was walking down Calabash Road when I slipped on the ice and donked my head! It's always worse after the snow's stopped falling. That's when it's most slippery. Knocked myself clean out, I did. I really thought my number was up!
Ryunosuke:
Wait a minute! Let me get this straight. This happened...on Calabash Road?
Juror No. 6:
That's right. I live in Cornpipe, you see. Heading down Calabash Road is the quickest way for me to get back from Yore Books.
Ryunosuke:
Juror number six! I must insist... ...that you add that information to your formal statement! It may very well be extremely significant!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry? 'Extremely sick'? No no, I'm quite alright now.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to "I slipped over that evening myself, on Calabash Road. I knocked myself clean out, you know!"
Juror No. 6:
I slipped over that evening myself, on Calabash Road. I knocked myself clean out, you know!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And that was at around five o'clock, you say? The same time as the victim was attacked.
Juror No. 6:
I don't know anything about the girl who was stabbed. But my dinner's on the table at the same time every day.
Ryunosuke:
And for the record, could you please identify the precise location of your fall?
Juror No. 6:
Goodness, it was aeons ago now. I'm not sure I can remember.
Ryunosuke:
...It was three days ago. Try dredging your memory. Please.
Juror No. 6:
Hm, well, let me see... It was especially slippery around about... Ah yes! I remember now! It was just on the corner here.
Ryunosuke:
What happened to you then? Were you alright?
Juror No. 6:
Well, you don't get too many people down Calabash Road, you see. So there was no one around when I fell... No one around when I knocked myself out... No one around when I came to again... And no one around when I sneezed. So I picked myself up and went back to my nice, warm house where my grandchildren were waiting for me.
Judge:
A sad and lonely picture you paint, sir. You were fortunate not to have frozen to death.
Susato:
Yes, how lucky that he wasn't more seriously injured!
Ryunosuke:
True. It sounds like it was very nearly another hospital admission...or worse. Ah yes, one more thing... Were you wearing that same green overcoat on the day in question?
Juror No. 6:
Absolutely. It's the only coat I have. It took until this morning to dry out properly. Good job too, or I'd have had nothing to wear here. So count your blessings, I say! Ho ho ho!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, I suppose we should... This gentleman certainly had a close shave there.)
Pit against Juror No. 2's statement (before Jurors No. 3 and 5 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly show a flaw in the jurors' reasoning!
Judge:
A flaw? What are you talking about, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Well, juror number two? Juror number six?
Juror No. 2:
My, whatever do you mean, sir?
Juror No. 6:
.........
Susato:
I think perhaps the old man didn't hear you.
Ryunosuke:
Unbelievable. It's not like I was loud or anything... There is at least one fact of which we can be sure here. The bookshop receipt found in the defendant's room clearly indicates that on the day of the attack... ...he had been to Yore Books and purchased a number of secondhand titles. He then returned home on foot.
Juror No. 2:
But the man says he has no recollection of his return journey.
Ryunosuke:
That's correct. But what he does remember is seeing someone appear in front of him on the way. Someone in a green overcoat, who suddenly collapsed on the pavement before his eyes.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, we are well aware of all this! The poor young woman who was stabbed, obviously.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Can we really be sure of that, madam?
Juror No. 2:
My! Whatever do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure you heard juror number six's account of what happened to him that day? That same afternoon, there was somebody else apart from the victim... ...who was wearing a green overcoat and who fell over on the icy streets in the neighbourhood.
Juror No. 2:
Oh my!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 3:
My goodness, you, you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. I'm referring of course... ...to hard-of-hearing juror number six!
Juror No. 2:
Are, are you really suggesting... ...that the person in the green overcoat whom the defendant saw collapse in front of his eyes... ...was the jolly old gentleman on the end of the bench here with me today?
Ryunosuke:
That is entirely possible, yes. After all, the old man... ...has a somewhat similar build to the victim.
Juror No. 5:
Well look at that!
Juror No. 4:
My goodness me!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry? You need a pee?
Ryunosuke:
And crucially! We know precisely where the old man in the green overcoat fell!
Juror No. 2:
On Calabash Road...
Ryunosuke:
Therefore, if the person who Mr Natsume saw collapsing in front of him was in fact juror number six... ...it means the defendant must have taken the long route back to his lodgings. And if that's true, then clearly... ...the crime scene on Briar Road where the woman was stabbed...was not on his way home!
Juror No. 2:
Oooh my!
Juror No. 5:
You idiot, old man! If you hadn't been so daft as to be roaming about there, we'd have boxed this off hours ago!
Juror No. 4:
And really! What were you thinking, wearing such a befuddling coat?!
Juror No. 6:
What did you say to me?! Is it a crime for the elderly to walk the streets these days, hm? Is it a crime to slip over on the ice? Is it a crime to keep up with the latest styles and wear a beautiful, green overcoat, is it?!
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 2:
My Lord, I do hope it won't cause any inconvenience, but...
Judge:
You'd like to change your leaning, I presume?
Juror No. 2:
I do declare that I would. I should like to call for a verdict of not guilty.
Ryunosuke:
...! Thank you!
Juror No. 6:
And I would too!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 6:
Is it a crime to change your mind, is it? Well?!
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! That was wonderful!
Ryunosuke:
Well, we've managed to change a couple of minds at least. It's strengthened our position somewhat.
Susato:
Yes! And it will prompt the other members of the jury to reconsider their stance as well. They'll be asking themselves if their current leanings are really right or not. Now, if only... If we could just identify one more clue or discrepancy that would make them stop doubting Mr Natsume... ...we might be able to tip the balance completely!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's exactly what we've got to do! (Van Zieks is looking to bring this trial to an early conclusion. That's what we have to prevent, by whatever means we have at our disposal!)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. On with the summation examination, please!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord.
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to "Why it could have been that old man in the green that the defendant saw. I have to call not guilty. It's only right." and Juror No. 6's statement to "I'm sorry about my overcoat setting a cat among the pigeons. I'm leaning to not guilty to make up for it."
Pit against Juror No. 2's statement (after Jurors No. 3 and 5 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly show a flaw in the jurors' reasoning!
Judge:
A flaw? What are you talking about, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Well, juror number two? Juror number six?
Juror No. 2:
My, whatever do you mean, sir?
Juror No. 6:
.........
Susato:
I think perhaps the old man didn't hear you.
Ryunosuke:
Unbelievable. It's not like I was loud or anything... There is at least one fact of which we can be sure here. The bookshop receipt found in the defendant's room clearly indicates that on the day of the attack... ...he had been to Yore Books and purchased a number of secondhand titles. He then returned home on foot.
Juror No. 2:
But the man says he has no recollection of his return journey.
Ryunosuke:
That's correct. But what he does remember is seeing someone appear in front of him on the way. Someone in a green overcoat, who suddenly collapsed on the pavement before his eyes.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, we are well aware of all this! The poor young woman who was stabbed, obviously.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Can we really be sure of that, madam?
Juror No. 2:
My! Whatever do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure you heard juror number six's account of what happened to him that day? That same afternoon, there was somebody else apart from the victim... ...who was wearing a green overcoat and who fell over on the icy streets in the neighbourhood.
Juror No. 2:
Oh my!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 3:
My goodness, you, you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. I'm referring of course... ...to hard-of-hearing juror number six!
Juror No. 2:
Are, are you really suggesting... ...that the person in the green overcoat whom the defendant saw collapse in front of his eyes... ...was the jolly old gentleman on the end of the bench here with me today?
Ryunosuke:
That is entirely possible, yes. After all, the old man... ...has a somewhat similar build to the victim.
Juror No. 5:
Well look at that!
Juror No. 4:
My goodness me!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry? You need a pee?
Ryunosuke:
And crucially! We know precisely where the old man in the green overcoat fell!
Juror No. 2:
On Calabash Road...
Ryunosuke:
Therefore, if the person who Mr Natsume saw collapsing in front of him was in fact juror number six... ...it means the defendant must have taken the long route back to his lodgings. And if that's true, then clearly... ...the crime scene on Briar Road where the woman was stabbed...was not on his way home!
Juror No. 2:
Oooh my!
Juror No. 5:
You idiot, old man! If you hadn't been so daft as to be roaming about there, we'd have boxed this off hours ago!
Juror No. 4:
And really! What were you thinking, wearing such a befuddling coat?!
Juror No. 6:
What did you say to me?! Is it a crime for the elderly to walk the streets these days, hm? Is it a crime to slip over on the ice? Is it a crime to keep up with the latest styles and wear a beautiful, green overcoat, is it?!
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 2:
My Lord, I do hope it won't cause any inconvenience, but...
Judge:
You'd like to change your leaning, I presume?
Juror No. 2:
I do declare that I would. I should like to call for a verdict of not guilty.
Ryunosuke:
...! Thank you!
Juror No. 6:
And I would too!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 6:
Is it a crime to change your mind, is it? Well?!
Leads to:
"Well, that summation examination has concluded with a rather large shift in opinion."
Juror No. 6:
I'm sorry about my overcoat setting a cat among the pigeons. I'm leaning to not guilty to make up for it.
Before any jurors vote innocent
Susato:
It sends a shiver down my spine to hear the members of the jury so convinced of Mr Natsume's guilt. But I can't help feeling that some of their opinions are rather subjective.
Ryunosuke:
I agree. It's the irrelevance of what some of them are saying that sends a shiver down my spine. Still, at least some of their assertions don't actually incriminate Mr Natsume of anything. That's something.
Susato:
We must use that to our advantage, Mr Naruhodo! Cunningly!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. (Let's listen to the jurors again, carefully. And if any of their assertions are at odds, I'll pit them mercilessly against each other.)
Susato:
Yes. Don't hold back. Pit them all against each other!
After two jurors vote innocent
Susato:
You've changed two of the jurors' minds, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, just two more to go.
Susato:
Deliver the finishing blow now! It's time to turn the tables here!
Ryunosuke:
(Wish I knew how to do a Susato Takedown... I suppose words will have to suffice for now.)
Judge:
Well, that summation examination has concluded with a rather large shift in opinion. The ayes, two. The noes, four. So the noes have it. Not guilty, they say. Which means we no longer have a consensus among the members of the jury. The trial will continue!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Could it seem churlish of me to drink from my hallowed chalice moments after raising an objection... ...only to crush it in disgust? ...Pray forgive the discourtesy.
Ryunosuke:
L-Lord van Zieks...?
Van Zieks:
It seems I must retract my earlier remark.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Van Zieks:
I mistakenly credited these jurors with intelligence by describing them as 'insightful'. Yet we have just witnessed them falling for a cheap trick performed by an Eastern 'entertainer'.
Juror No. 5:
Eh?
Juror No. 2:
Whatever do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
I haven't tricked anyone! Everything I've said is the truth!
Van Zieks:
Indeed... Stalwart juror number five was undoubtedly repairing the road, as he claims. I believe you said it was 'a good two yards' of the pavement which you had excavated, sir?
Juror No. 5:
That's right. Took me the whole day and they paid me a measly tuppence for it!
Van Zieks:
Now, my learned Nipponese friend, tell me... ...do you have any notion of the distance that two yards represents?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Um, well... (If I'm honest, I don't have a clue, no...)
Susato:
Two yards is...a little less than two metres.
Ryunosuke:
Less than two metres? (That's...not much at all!)
Van Zieks:
In other words, a distance readily vaulted by anyone of moderate vigour. ...Would you not agree, my stalwart friend?
Juror No. 5:
Eh? Me? Well, I can't say you're wrong, no.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
And did you perchance erect a sign to prevent pedestrians from passing the site of your works?
Juror No. 5:
Eh? I wouldn't dream of it! What a waste of time! No coaches would have had a hope of passing anyway, and we just turn any gentlefolk back when they come. Kids just jump right over us all the time.
Van Zieks:
...The accused is no gentleman, as far as I can see. I have little doubt, however, that he could spring over a two-yard trench in his meanderings around town.
Juror No. 3:
Ah!
Juror No. 4:
Is that true? Is it?!
Van Zieks:
The incontrovertible truth is that the books just purchased by the accused were found at the scene. There can be no doubt that on his way back to his lodgings, Mr Natsume walked down Briar Road.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (Crushed...in a single sentence...)
Van Zieks:
And...old man...
Juror No. 6:
C-Cold man?! ...You can talk!
Van Zieks:
You say that around five o'clock on the day in question, you slipped and fell on Calabash Road. Pray, was there a suspicious-looking Nipponese behind you at the time?
Juror No. 6:
Oh! I, I, um...can't say as I remember.
Ryunosuke:
You, you don't remember?
Van Zieks:
How about a wager, my learned friend? You say it was this old man that the accused saw. But I would lay a thousand to one...against you being able to prove it.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Lord van Zieks, explain yourself!
Van Zieks:
...My Lord?
Judge:
If you had such a trenchant argument up your sleeve... ...why in the world did you not proffer it during the summation examination?
Van Zieks:
Hmph... I wanted to give this young foreign student the sightseeing experience he no doubt came for. I wanted him to see for himself how the opinion of the jury is so readily swayed.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Van Zieks:
But my hospitality has its limits. And they have been reached, I feel. So, my learned friend...today's sightseeing tour of London is now over.
Ryunosuke:
What, what are you talking about?
Van Zieks:
My Lord! The prosecution requests permission to call its next witnesses to the stand.
Judge:
Granted. Bailiff! Bring forth the witnesses!
Ryunosuke:
Its...next witnesses?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, do you not remember? We've been told on several occasions that there were eye witnesses to the incident.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I remember. One of them being a Scotland Yard policeman, no less.
Susato:
I'm afraid that's likely to be the prosecution's next witness.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, no matter who van Zieks brings to the stand as his witnesses, and no matter what they say... ...I believe in Soseki-san! I know he's innocent! And I'll keep believing to the very end. Until this battle is over!)
Van Zieks:
Witnesses, please state your names and occupations for the court.
.........
Roly:
Constable Roly Beate, SAH! Nothin' to report on the streets, sah. .........
Patricia:
And I'm Mrs. Beate! Patricia's my name. I'm proud to say I'm this young town hero's wife!
Roly:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Um...what's the story here?
Patricia:
Well, in truth, we've not been married long. In fact, we celebrated our first anniversary only the other day!
Roly:
.........
Ryunosuke:
No no, it was your husband I was asking about. He seems...tired.
Van Zieks:
Hardly surprising. Whilst being an honourable occupation, patrolling the beat is the most demanding work in the world.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really? (I'm sure I've heard that before, actually.)
Judge:
Indeed, apart from rare days off, our gallant officers trudge some twenty miles a day, you know. They patrol boarding houses and pubs, collect taxes, survey the streets, check that meters are reading true... And they're responsible for keeping the streets clean, and lighting and extinguishing our streetlights.
Susato:
There are a number of items on that list that don't sound much like policing duties at all.
Ryunosuke:
I wouldn't just be falling asleep on my feet, I'd have collapsed long ago!
Van Zieks:
But it goes without saying that a policeman's primary duty is the apprehension of criminals. Even when he's off duty, a constable is expected to investigate and resolve any crimes on his beat. For the London bobby is a man of honour.
Roly:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...And a man of slumber.
Van Zieks:
On the day in question... ...this man and his wife were walking down Briar Road in the opposite direction. And they witnessed the incident as it occurred. ...Is that not correct, Mr and Mrs Beate?
Patricia:
That's right, sir! ...Isn't it, Roly?
Roly:
......... Constable Roly Beate, SAH! Nothin' to report on the streets, sah.
Ryunosuke:
(What a great witness he's going to be...)
Judge:
Very good. I'd like to hear your formal testimonies now, please. You will tell the court exactly what you saw on the afternoon of the incident.
Roly:
Yes, sah!
Witness Testimony
- What the Witnesses Saw -
Patricia:
It was our wedding anniversary, and Roly was taking me out for a meal. There was no time to change after work.
Anyway, two silhouettes appeared out of the fog on the pavement in front of us.
All of a sudden, one of them just collapsed on the floor. Then the other scattered something before running off!
We ran straight over of course, and then went for help at a nearby police box.
It was definitely that Japanese man in the dock. Roly and I both saw him as clear as day!
Judge:
Well...this is extremely compelling testimony, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
Oh dear, this policeman and his wife are claiming to have positively identified Mr Natsume at the scene. If their testimony is true... ...the alternative course of events that you established in the summation examination will be quashed.
Van Zieks:
...Its death knell, in fact. Because that 'alternative' was never viable in the first place.
Judge:
What an unfortunate bechancing. And on your wedding anniversary, too.
Patricia:
Oh, I know! But I still managed to go out for the evening with my man! I thank the Lord for that!
Susato:
Gosh, the life of a London 'bobby' sounds very hard indeed.
Van Zieks:
Indeed. However... ...this cross-examination will be over in minutes. You may well have time to rest this afternoon.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by that?
Van Zieks:
My learned friend, the witnesses saw the face of the man fleeing the scene. They are testifying under oath that it was without doubt the accused, Mr Soseki Natsume.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Van Zieks:
And one of these witnesses is a policeman, no less. So you appreciate the gravity of the situation, I'm sure.
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(Except that the man's so tired, his wife has to do all the talking...)
Judge:
Enough preamble. Counsel for the Defence, commence the cross-examination, please.
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- What the Witnesses Saw -
Patricia:
It was our wedding anniversary, and Roly was taking me out for a meal. There was no time to change after work.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
No time to change after work, you say? Are you also a member of the police, Mrs Beate?
Patricia:
Oh no, sadly not. It's a job for strapping young men only. Women, children and the elderly can't even apply.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I think you can probably see why children and the elderly can't do the job, can't you?
Patricia:
I think Roly looks ever so handsome in his uniform. ...It suits you down the ground, doesn't it, darling?
Roly:
Hm? Wha...? ...Ah, I'd just finished my beat. Pat and I were heading back to the station. I was actually planning on getting changed there.
Ryunosuke:
(Is, is he talking in his sleep? This is creepy...)
Patricia:
Oh no, Roly. I much prefer you in uniform. Sometimes I don't recognise you when I see you in plain clothes.
Susato:
Oh dear, that doesn't seem...healthy.
Judge:
Kindly adhere to the point. You were going for a meal after you had finished your beat for the day, correct?
Roly:
That's right, sah, yes. Although I was fit to drop, to be honest. After spending the whole day on my feet. But policing is my life, sah! As long as I'm the proud owner of this, I'll serve my city and my Queen to the end!
Ryunosuke:
...What's that now?
Roly:
My warrant card, sah! Proof that I'm a London copper. It has the noble founding principles of the force written on it as a reminder to all us policemen of our sworn duty. To patrol the streets of London town and uphold the peace of the common man... SAH! And for such a noble cause, I cover twenty miles every single day without fail and without a grumble! Because the plodding of my boots is all Londoners need to hear to feel safe and secure!
Ryunosuke:
So...fighting crime doesn't appear to come into it, then...
Roly:
But SAH! Just on that one particular day, I was looking forward to celebrating my wedding anniversary. Mrs Beate puts up with a lot being married to a bobby like me. I wanted to show my dear wife how much I care!
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Susato:
Oh, what a charming couple! Their young love is such a joy to behold!
Ryunosuke:
...If a little...over-the-top, perhaps?
Judge:
And then...? Kindly describe what happened next.
If fourth and fifth statements have been pressed
Patricia:
Um, Mr Lawyer, sir...can I ask you something?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Yes, of course. What is it?
Patricia:
Well, you keep asking us all these questions about everything we've told you, so... ...it seems like you don't believe our testimony! Is that right? Is it? Well? Out with it!
Ryunosuke:
What?! No no no! Oh no, it's really not that at all.
Patricia:
My husband's a policeman, remember! And I know what I saw! I remember every last detail! Everything! Like, like... Oh, I know! What about the books the man dropped? I could tell you the names of every single one, I could! Every single one! And you dare to question how reliable my testimony is!
Judge:
That will do, Mrs Beate.
Patricia:
No, it won't do at all! That Japanese lawyer has no idea what I'm capable of! Even if I decide to forgive him for insulting us, don't think for a minute that Roly will!
Ryunosuke:
...I, I really didn't mean to cause offence. Please, put your husband's fists down.
Judge:
Per-Perhaps you would like the opportunity to supplement your testimony, Mrs Beate? Might that...appease you?
Patricia:
Oh, thank you, My Lord. That would settle things nicely. Wouldn't it, darling?
Roly:
.........
Adds statement: "I could even tell you the names of the four books he dropped at the scene."
Patricia:
Anyway, two silhouettes appeared out of the fog on the pavement in front of us.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Two 'silhouettes'?
Patricia:
That's right. They were coming towards us, walking up Briar Road in the opposite direction. There was a rather plump figure followed by a scrawny, thin-looking man.
Susato:
That does sound exactly like the victim as pictured in this print. And like Mr Natsume.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, unfortunately, it does.
Van Zieks:
And you're certain that at that time there was nobody else nearby?
Patricia:
Oh yes, quite certain. It was dark, but there are streetlights on Briar Road, you see. There was nobody else around at all. ...Isn't that right, my darling?
Roly:
Hm? Wha...? ...Ah yes, that's right. Of course, there was a light fog on the ground. But Briar Road is dead straight and you could see a fairly long way down the pavement. And then there's the streetlighting as well. I didn't see any...other...pedestrianzzz...
Van Zieks:
Before sleep takes a firm hold, your answer, please, Mr Beate. ...Are you quite sure of what you've just said?
Roly:
Yes, SAH! As a copper who spends all day every day keeping watch on the streets, I'd swear to it, sah! I'm as sure...as my love for Patricia is true!
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... They're still maintaining there was no one else around other than the victim and the attacker. It's starting to seem like that must be how it really happened.)
Susato:
It's beginning to seem like there's nowhere to run.
Ryunosuke:
Well...that didn't stop Mr Natsume, did it? He fled the scene all too convincingly.
Judge:
Thank you. I believe we have a reasonably clear idea of the situation just before the incident now. What happened in the crucial moments that followed?
Patricia:
All of a sudden, one of them just collapsed on the floor. Then the other scattered something before running off!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Hm, 'scattered something'...? What do you mean by that?
Patricia:
Oh well, I couldn't quite make out what it was at the time. But then when we got closer, we realised what it was. ...Didn't we, darling?
Roly:
Hm? Wha...? ...Ah yes, that's right. It was some old books.
Judge:
I see... Old books...
Roly:
Yes, SAH! The culprit had dropped a number of them, all around where the victim lay on the pavement.
Judge:
Indeed, as clearly pictured in this photographic print.
Patricia:
That rotten Japanese man did that when he did the deed!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Let's not forget that it remains to be established that the defendant was indeed the attacker!
Roly:
But we saw him! It was the man in the dock without question, sah. The moustache, the hunched back, the cat-like eyes, the taut mouth, the snub nose...everything!
Ryunosuke:
(...Any more insults you want to throw in?)
Patricia:
That's right! He looked down at that poor, defenceless woman with those terrifying, intense eyes... ...and then suddenly threw his books onto the pavement and ran away!
Ryunosuke:
I, I see... (This is tough... They seem as though they're telling the truth here.)
Van Zieks:
May I remind the court that this unambiguous testimony comes from a policeman and his wife. Now please...continue.
Roly:
Yeeeeees SAH!
Patricia:
We ran straight over of course, and then went for help at a nearby police box.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Was it your husband who went to fetch help?
Patricia:
No no, I went. I may not be a police officer myself, but I am the proud wife of one, after all! ...Isn't that right, my darling?
Roly:
Hm? Wha...? Ah, yes. That's right. I asked Mrs Beate to go. I was off duty by that point. But a bobby's never truly off duty, of course, so I felt obliged to stay and guard the scene.
Judge:
Very laudable, Mr Beate. Preserving the scene of a crime is a task of considerable importance.
Roly:
That's why I sent Patricia, you see. I told her where to find the right police box.
Ryunosuke:
Um...forgive my ignorance, but what do you mean exactly by 'the right police box'?
Roly:
Depends on a crime's location, you see, as to who deals with it. Where the woman was stabbed wasn't actually on my beat. So I told Patricia the way to the police box for the beat the incident fell under so she could go...and report...it.
Patricia:
I ran there as quickly as I could and asked for help from the bobby on duty. There is nothing more potent than a young couple in love working together, you know.
Van Zieks:
And thanks to your swift response, the case was quickly resolved. The actions...of two model citizens.
Patricia:
Oh please! You're making us blush! ...Isn't he, darling?
Roly:
Yes SAH! What Patricia said, sah!
Ryunosuke:
...Let's move on, shall we?
If first and fifth statements have been pressed
Patricia:
Um, Mr Lawyer, sir...can I ask you something?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Yes, of course. What is it?
Patricia:
Well, you keep asking us all these questions about everything we've told you, so... ...it seems like you don't believe our testimony! Is that right? Is it? Well? Out with it!
Ryunosuke:
What?! No no no! Oh no, it's really not that at all.
Patricia:
My husband's a policeman, remember! And I know what I saw! I remember every last detail! Everything! Like, like... Oh, I know! What about the books the man dropped? I could tell you the names of every single one, I could! Every single one! And you dare to question how reliable my testimony is!
Judge:
That will do, Mrs Beate.
Patricia:
No, it won't do at all! That Japanese lawyer has no idea what I'm capable of! Even if I decide to forgive him for insulting us, don't think for a minute that Roly will!
Ryunosuke:
...I, I really didn't mean to cause offence. Please, put your husband's fists down.
Judge:
Per-Perhaps you would like the opportunity to supplement your testimony, Mrs Beate? Might that...appease you?
Patricia:
Oh, thank you, My Lord. That would settle things nicely. Wouldn't it, darling?
Roly:
.........
Adds statement: "I could even tell you the names of the four books he dropped at the scene."
Patricia:
It was definitely that Japanese man in the dock. Roly and I both saw him as clear as day!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But surely you wouldn't have been able to see his face by the light of the gas streetlamps, would you?
Patricia:
We absolutely could! Us Londoners have exceptional eyesight, I'll have you know!
Ryunosuke:
...Right.
Patricia:
The light from the streetlamps was more than enough! And my husband already told you that the fog was only light, didn't he?
Ryunosuke:
Haah... Yes, and what of the fog?
Judge:
We're famous for it across the globe, I believe. But it's an absolute menace to those of us who have to live with it, of course.
Patricia:
Oh, it is, it is. When it's thick, you can't even see the hand at the end of your own arm.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, alright, I take your point. Now...could you stop shaking your husband about?
Patricia:
The constant fog makes our eyes very sharp, you see. That's why we can tell you for sure and certain that it was that little Japanese man we saw. Can't we darling?
Roly:
Hm? Wha...? ...Ah. Yes. It was the accused and no mistake. The moustache, the hunched back, the cat-like eyes, the taut mouth, the snub nozzz... Unmistakable, SAH!
Ryunosuke:
(As far as this couple's testimony is concerned, there can't be any question... It was Soseki-san they saw running away from the scene of the crime.)
If first and fourth statements have been pressed
Patricia:
Um, Mr Lawyer, sir...can I ask you something?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Yes, of course. What is it?
Patricia:
Well, you keep asking us all these questions about everything we've told you, so... ...it seems like you don't believe our testimony! Is that right? Is it? Well? Out with it!
Ryunosuke:
What?! No no no! Oh no, it's really not that at all.
Patricia:
My husband's a policeman, remember! And I know what I saw! I remember every last detail! Everything! Like, like... Oh, I know! What about the books the man dropped? I could tell you the names of every single one, I could! Every single one! And you dare to question how reliable my testimony is!
Judge:
That will do, Mrs Beate.
Patricia:
No, it won't do at all! That Japanese lawyer has no idea what I'm capable of! Even if I decide to forgive him for insulting us, don't think for a minute that Roly will!
Ryunosuke:
...I, I really didn't mean to cause offence. Please, put your husband's fists down.
Judge:
Per-Perhaps you would like the opportunity to supplement your testimony, Mrs Beate? Might that...appease you?
Patricia:
Oh, thank you, My Lord. That would settle things nicely. Wouldn't it, darling?
Roly:
.........
Adds statement: "I could even tell you the names of the four books he dropped at the scene."
Patricia:
I could even tell you the names of the four books he dropped at the scene.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we know that there were books dropped at the scene of the crime, as you say.
Van Zieks:
Those purchased by the accused at the nearby secondhand bookshop on the day in question.
Patricia:
After I'd been to the police box for help, I... Well, I decided to have a good look over the area for good measure. I am a proud policeman's wife, after all! I did it for Roly!
Ryunosuke:
And...what was your husband doing at the time?
Patricia:
Oh, he was lying face down in the snow. Getting some well-deserved rest. He works ever so hard, you know. Ever so hard! ...Don't you, my darling?
Ryunosuke:
(...Interesting way of guarding the scene of the crime.)
Judge:
Well, Mrs Beate, seeing as you've regaled the court with tales of your powers of recollection... ...would you be so kind as to recount the titles of the books you observed at the scene?
Patricia:
I'd be happy to. Now, are you all listening? There was 'The Picture of Monsieur Somebody-or-other'. And...'Whatsit Yearnings'... Then there was, um...'A Meal for...Someone' and the last one was definitely...'The Thingummy's Something'. ...You see?
Ryunosuke:
......... ...Yes, I see there are one or two holes in your memory.
Patricia:
Oh well, they were along those lines, I'm quite sure.
Van Zieks:
There were indeed books found at the scene with titles 'along those lines' as you put it.
Patricia:
Well, what did I tell you? So I think it's very mean the way you've been implying that my testimony can't be trusted. Don't you agree, darling?
Roly:
Anyone who upsets my Patricia will have me to answer to! .........
Van Zieks:
...Terrifying.
Ryunosuke:
(...Yes, she really is...)
Present Secondhand Book Receipt
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
So...you're saying that there were four books?
Patricia:
That's right. I remember all of them. 'The Picture of Monsieur Somebody', 'Whatsit Yearnings', 'A Meal for Someone' and 'The Thingummy's Something'.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm sorry, Mrs Beate... ...but there is a fundamental flaw in that statement of yours.
Patricia:
Oh no! What, what flaw?
Ryunosuke:
Simply that, at the scene of the crime...there were only three books, not four!
Patricia:
What?
Ryunosuke:
This is the receipt from the bookshop where the defendant bought his books.
Patricia:
'Yore Books'...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and it details Mr Natsume's purchases that day. But as you can see...only three books are listed.
Patricia:
Only three...? But...no...no, that can't be! I remember seeing them! There were four books, I tell you! Four dirty old books!
Ryunosuke:
Oh really? Have a good look at this photographic print of the scene of the crime. As you can clearly see from this evidence as well, there are only three books!
Patricia:
But...I just don't believe it! I saw them there! I swear it! I saw them!
Ryunosuke:
No madam, I'm afraid your powers of observation cannot be relied upon.
Leads to:
"Grrr..."
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
So...you're saying that there were four books?
Patricia:
That's right. I remember all of them. 'The Picture of Monsieur Somebody', 'Whatsit Yearnings', 'A Meal for Someone' and 'The Thingummy's Something'.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm sorry, Mrs Beate... ...but there is a fundamental flaw in that statement of yours.
Patricia:
Oh no! What, what flaw?
Ryunosuke:
Simply that, at the scene of the crime...there were only three books, not four!
Patricia:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Have a good look at this photographic print of the scene of the crime. As you can clearly see, there are only three books.
Patricia:
But...no...no, that can't be! I, I saw them! Oh, I know what it is! Yes, you can't fool me!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Patricia:
It's that big old lump of a dead body! The lady's so large, her corpse is blocking the view of the fourth book, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
(...Let's at least try to remember that the poor woman isn't dead, even if we're insulting her size.) No, I'm sorry, Mrs Beate... ...but Mr Natsume could not possibly have dropped the four books you describe!
Patricia:
Why not?
Van Zieks:
...Fascinating. And from your assured tone, something you can readily substantiate with evidence...I presume?
Ryunosuke:
...! (...Ah. Evidence...)
Judge:
Counsel, you will present evidence to substantiate your claim or withdraw it. What proof do you have that the accused did not drop four books?
Present Secondhand Book Receipt
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The evidence is right here...in the form of this bookshop receipt!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
See here, to my left... That's where you'll find the evidence!
Patricia:
Sorry? What are you talking about?
Judge:
No, Counsel, that won't do. Clearly you have no idea.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Van Zieks:
No idea at all! In fact, judging from your vacant expression... ...I'm beginning to question your ability to count higher than the number three.
Ryunosuke:
Argh! (...How could he possibly say that?!)
Susato:
I feel sure that we know this already. The number of books Mr Natsume was carrying that day, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
(I think I'd better look over the evidence again.)
Leads back to:
"Counsel, you will present evidence to substantiate your claim or withdraw it."
Ryunosuke:
The evidence is right here...in the form of this bookshop receipt!
Judge:
From Yore Books?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, this receipt details Mr Natsume's purchases that day. But as you can see...only three books are listed.
Patricia:
No!
Ryunosuke:
Therefore Mr Natsume would have only dropped three books at the scene of the crime. Which means that your powers of observation, madam, cannot be relied upon.
Leads to:
"Grrr..."
Ryunosuke:
(So that's it, is it? That's their entire testimony?)
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I hate to admit it, but on hearing the testimony... ...it really does seem as though Mr and Mrs Beate saw what they say they saw. Mr Natsume running away from the scene on Briar Road that day.
Susato:
......... Yes, I feel the same.
Ryunosuke:
So if that's true, where does it leave us?
Susato:
The members of the jury are sure to call for a guilty verdict after this testimony.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no! (Then what do we do?)
Susato:
......... If Kazuma-sama were here...
Ryunosuke:
...! What are you trying to say?
Susato:
I think he would try to find a contradiction somewhere else within their testimony.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, 'somewhere else'?
Susato:
Their statement about seeing Mr Natsume is unequivocal. Calling that into question won't help. But if you could identify some other part of their testimony which appears to contradict the facts... ...you might be able to discredit them! To make the jury doubt if the pair's memory of the day is accurate!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...right...
Susato:
Put simply, we must focus on finding a discrepancy in these statements somewhere. If we don't, I'm afraid the trial may reach an early and unfavourable conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (Why do I always seem to be so up against it?)
Patricia:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
So it cannot be denied... ...that though you say it was the defendant that you saw... ...you could very well be mistaken!
Patricia:
Oh no... Oh no, oh no, oh no... NOOOOOOOOO!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
It's plainly evident... ...that it is your powers of deduction that cannot be relied upon, my learned Nipponese friend.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
What cannot be denied is that these two witnesses saw the accused running from the scene. A fact that you know very well you have no hope of disproving.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
So you've striven to avert attention from that by dint of some inconsequential discrepancies. Would that be...fair?
Ryunosuke:
...Ugh. (He sees right through me...)
Van Zieks:
But your plan has somewhat recoiled against you.
Ryunosuke:
What are you talking about?
Van Zieks:
It's quite simple. Let me explain with a toast. To the policeman's wife, and her entirely accurate testimony. ...In every respect.
Patricia:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
You see, the matter is not up for debate. At the scene on Briar Road, a total of four books were most definitely found.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But, but what about the photographic print? It only shows three books!
Van Zieks:
Quite right. Only three can be seen...in that print.
Ryunosuke:
That print? You, you mean to say...?
Van Zieks:
Allow me to present another! ...One that shows the victim's hand.
I, I don't believe it!
It's...it's the fourth book!
Van Zieks:
As you will observe... ...the fourth book was hidden from view in the original print by the victim's torso.
Ryunosuke:
No... NOOOOOOOOO!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar!
Patricia:
There! You see? You see?! Look at that! Look, look, look!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...
Patricia:
It's just like I said! ...Isn't it, my darling?
Roly:
Yes, SAH! Patricia's always right, sah!
Van Zieks:
Let us study the receipt for the books purchased by the accused on the day in question. Mrs Beate, the titles once again, if you please.
Patricia:
Oh yes, of course. 'The Picture of Monsieur Somebody-or-other'...
Van Zieks:
...'The Picture of Monsieur Lecoq'.
Patricia:
'Whatsit Yearnings'...
Van Zieks:
...'Canterbury Yearnings'.
Patricia:
'A Meal for Someone'...
Van Zieks:
...'A Meal for Gaboriau', in fact. As the court has just heard, the witness remembers the book titles flawlessly, save for a few minor details. Mrs Beate's powers of recollection can only be described as exceptional.
Patricia:
Did you hear that, Roly? The gentleman paid me a compliment!
Roly:
Yes SAH! Flawless, sah! Patricia is flawless!
Ryunosuke:
B-But...there are only three books on the receipt. And Mrs Beate mentioned four.
Van Zieks:
There's nothing surprising about that. Clearly the fourth book is that which is shown in this photographic print.
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but does that not seem odd? Why should the fourth book be omitted from the receipt?
Van Zieks:
It's not odd at all, My Lord. As the photograph clearly shows, the fourth book was found in the victim's clutches. In other words...it belongs to the victim.
Ryunosuke:
(The victim...was holding her own book?)
Susato:
I wonder...what became of that fourth book?
Van Zieks:
Obviously, it wasn't overlooked by the investigating officers at Scotland Yard. I have it here, as evidence.
Judge:
You will submit that and the aforementioned photographic print to the court, please, Counsel.
Van Zieks:
...My pleasure, My Lord.
The second crime scene photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
The fourth book has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution rests. I have nothing further to add.
Examine evidence
The Fourth Book
Title on front cover
Susato:
Let me see... It's a book entitled 'The Lion's Pride'.
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid I don't know any English literature at all. So it wouldn't be something I've heard- Wait a minute! 'The Lion's Pride'? (That's strange... ...I think I have heard of a book by that name before. And very recently, too.)
Susato:
It's a title I recognise too, Mr Naruhodo.
Burnt corner on back
Susato:
Oh! Look at this! The book has been badly burnt!
Ryunosuke:
You're right. You'd never be able to read it in this state. Especially not the latter pages.
Susato:
What a terrible waste... Judging from the scorched edges of the paper, I think the damage must have occurred very recently.
Ryunosuke:
Hm...a book...recently damaged by fire... (Why does that seem to raise a red flag with me?)
The fourth book's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Burnt corner on back (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
I keep looking at this book, and every time I can't believe how badly burnt it is.
Susato:
And I can't believe what a terrible waste it is. The more I look at the damage... ...the more I'm sure it must have happened very recently, too.
Ryunosuke:
A book damaged by fire very recently... (Why does that seem significant somehow?)
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Van Zieks:
You seem surprised, my learned friend. But your resistance until now has been in vain. Entertaining, yes. But futile. The spurious longer route to the accused's lodgings that you tried to establish in your summation examination... ...and the attempted discrediting of the witness's powers of recollection in your cross-examination...
Ryunosuke:
Futile...? (...I walked right into this, didn't I?)
Patricia:
You see? Everything we've said is true! ...Isn't that right, my darling?
Roly:
Yes, Pat! Marry me, Pat!
Van Zieks:
...So, perhaps the ladies and gentlemen of the jury would like to reconsider their positions? Should the court waste any more time on this Nipponese travesty? ...Or is the decision you have to make all too apparent already?
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Van Zieks:
You have heard all of the witnesses and seen all of the evidence. This trial has run its course!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! I'm afraid we are in a terribly precarious position!
Ryunosuke:
I know! But... ...if I fight back in the wrong way now, I could very well just make matters worse! (Think, Ryunosuke, think! What do you do now?)
Raise an objection
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
I'm, I'm not done yet!
Leads to:
"No, my learned friend. It's over."
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
......... (I should just keep quiet now and see what happens.)
Judge:
Well, it appears the defence has no objection at this juncture. In which case...
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Was I not clear? The case for the defence is in great danger!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I realise that. Which is why I decided to let the sweat drip from my trembling brow in silence.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...You're so right! Sorry! If I don't say anything now, it'll all be over! (And it won't end well for us. I can't let that happen!)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
No! Wait! The, the defence-
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The defence will have to wait. Because that sapless hesitation...cannot go unpunished.
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (...Isn't your derisive finger-pointing punishment enough?)
Leads to:
"No, my learned friend. It's over."
Van Zieks:
No, my learned friend. It's over. That last cross-examination was your final chance to establish a credible defence. And you failed. The die has been cast. There is no more room for debate.
Ryunosuke:
Well...it might be over as far as you're concerned, but... but... ......... (Argh! I can't think of what to say!)
Susato:
......... ...If I may, Lord van Zieks? It seems somewhat boorish to close down the debate at this point.
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Van Zieks:
Hmph. Your insignificant little Eastern isle must be a lawless hole indeed. For a lowly judicial assistant to have the audacity to intervene at a moment like this...
Susato:
Oh! .........
Ryunosuke:
......... I am, to my shame, still a very inexperienced lawyer. So you will have to forgive me, but I consider my assistant's advice essential and her opinions invaluable.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo!
Judge:
Hmmm... One of this land's great guiding principles is tolerance. So...the court will hear you, madam.
Ryunosuke:
Go ahead, Miss Susato. ...Please.
Van Zieks:
Very well... Pray, what insight can you give us? What have we all overlooked in this matter that you see fit to pursue further?
Susato:
......... Well, the court has been presented with new evidence, but...only after the last cross-examination finished.
Judge:
I see. And you believe that this new evidence warrants further examination, do you?
Juror No. 6:
...!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Susato:
Um...Mr Naruhodo? What do you think? It's just possible that this new evidence might be the decisive proof we've been waiting for. The judge is sure to ask the members of the jury to announce their leanings in a moment.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
And of course, he's sure to ask you to explain what the crucial piece of evidence is and why. So we must take this opportunity to examine the newly presented evidence as thoroughly as possible!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I understand. And...thank you, Miss Susato! (This is it. Susato-san has managed to win us one last chance here... I can't let it go to waste!) The defence wishes to present evidence, My Lord!
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
...Very well. The defence may present one further piece of evidence. Evidence that has apparently offers a profound insight into this case, and has hitherto been overlooked.
Present Crime Scene Photograph #2 or The Fourth Book
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The evidence in question is what we can see from the newly presented photographic print of the crime scene."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, the evidence in question...is this!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Obviously it isn't.
Ryunosuke:
Uh?
Van Zieks:
You have already had ample opportunity to discuss that evidence. If you disagree... ...feel free to conduct further examination at your own leisure...without wasting any more of the court's time.
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAARGH!
Susato:
...Don't forget that the prosecution presented some new evidence at the end of the last cross-examination. I suspect that might be where the clue we're looking for lies.
Ryunosuke:
In the new evidence? (...What was that again?)
Susato:
Remember that the judge is sure to ask you to explain what significance the evidence has as well. So we should take a moment to examine the evidence in the Court Record as thoroughly as possible!
Leads back to:
"...Very well."
Ryunosuke:
The evidence in question is what we can see from the newly presented photographic print of the crime scene. The fourth book, found in the victim's hand.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
We have already discussed the fourth book at length. Other than it being in the victim's grasp at the time of the incident, no significance has been attached to it. Pursuing the matter further would be a flagrant waste of the court's time...as you well know.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Judge:
Hmmm... Yes, I'm afraid, Counsel, I must concur with the prosecution on this matter. When I afforded you this opportunity... ...you led the court to believe that the evidence in question contained a hitherto undiscovered clue.
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
So I must insist that you elaborate, Counsel. You will identify this clue at once. ...Do I make myself clear?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...yes! My Lord! It's...erm...
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...I believe the prosecution is trying to avoid a thorough examination of the evidence. Which means...you may very well be on the right track!
Ryunosuke:
I... Yes! I think you might be right!
Judge:
So, Counsel... ...precisely where is the vital clue to this case, which this fourth book conceals?
Examine burnt corner on back
Ryunosuke:
It's been badly damaged by fire here. So much so that you couldn't read it all any more.
Susato:
That's right. ...Such a pity. And do you see the flaking edges of the burnt pages, Mr Naruhodo? I think that's a sure sign that the damage occurred relatively recently.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, a book damaged in a recent fire... (That definitely rings a bell...)
Present burnt corner on back
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"I would ask the court to observe the back of the book in question."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the vital clue, My Lord...is here!
Judge:
You may nod knowingly, Counsel, but I'm afraid it shan't further your cause.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
Your answer, my learned friend... ...is meaningless. Even to yourself, I suspect.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...you...do realise that you can turn the evidence around and look it from all angles, I suppose?
Ryunosuke:
Of, of course I do! This isn't the first time I've done this.
Susato:
I'm just surprised that you could overlook something so obviously out of the ordinary. I...I suppose it's your... Yes! Your magnanimous nature!
Ryunosuke:
(...She took her time picking that word, didn't she? Perhaps I should take another look at the evidence. In a little more detail this time...)
Leads back to:
"So, Counsel..."
Ryunosuke:
I would ask the court to observe the back of the book in question.
Judge:
The back? What do you- Good gracious! It's been burnt to a crisp!
Ryunosuke:
So we have to ask ourselves, why was the victim clutching what is clearly an unreadable book? It is undeniably...an extremely unnatural thing for her to have been doing.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Unnatural, you say? And what of it, my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
Were I to concede the point, if it bears no relation to the case, there is nothing to discuss. So, should you wish to assert that this fire damage is some veiled clue as to what happened that day... ...pray, do enlighten us all. What truth does this charred book hide?
Ryunosuke:
......... (A charred book... There is just one possibility here, which I can't quite bring myself to rule out. It's an outside chance certainly, but worth a try...) Alright. I'll explain my theory.
Judge:
Don't keep us waiting any longer then, Counsel. Explain this theory of yours. What are you suggesting that you can ascertain from the fire damage this sorry tome has suffered?
The shop that sold it
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, the burn on the back of this book reveals a startling truth... ...about the shop from which it was purchased!
Judge:
What on earth do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
To have sold a half-burnt and unreadable book such as this, we can be quite sure... ...that the establishment it came from is a terrible bookshop!
Judge:
......... Indeed.
Patricia:
That's, that's right! A terrible one!
Van Zieks:
...A valid conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh good, everyone seems to agree. Maybe I'm onto something here...)
Susato:
If I may, Mr Naruhodo... ...I most certainly cannot agree.
Ryunosuke:
...No. You're right. (A copy of 'The Lion's Pride' that's just recently suffered damage from a fire... Why do I feel as though I know about this book already from somewhere?)
Leads back to:
"Don't keep us waiting any longer then, Counsel."
Its owner
Leads to:
"My Lord, the burn on the back of this book reveals a startling truth..."
Its content
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, the burn on the back of this book reveals a startling truth... ...about the book's content!
Judge:
What on earth do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
To have enraged its reader to the point of burning it, we can be quite sure... ...that this book is a dreadful read!
Judge:
......... Indeed.
Patricia:
That's, that's right! A dreadful read!
Van Zieks:
...A valid conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh good, everyone seems to agree. Maybe I'm onto something here...)
Susato:
If I may, Mr Naruhodo... ...I most certainly cannot agree.
Ryunosuke:
...No. You're right. (A copy of 'The Lion's Pride' that's just recently suffered damage from a fire... Why do I feel as though I know about this book already from somewhere?)
Leads back to:
"Don't keep us waiting any longer then, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, the burn on the back of this book reveals a startling truth... ...about the book's owner.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Patricia:
But...we already know who the book belongs to! The victim was gripping it in her hand as she fell to the floor, after all. It's obviously hers!
Ryunosuke:
The question of how this book came to be in the victim's hand has yet to be answered. However... ...as to the questions of who the book really belongs to, and where it originated... ...the defence...has very credible answers!
Judge:
Good gracious! How can you possibly...?
Van Zieks:
Very well. I'll play along with this futile attempt to delay your inevitable demise. But do remember, the members of the jury may well burn you if your little gamble goes awry.
Judge:
Counsel, the defence's response here is very likely to influence the final outcome of this trial. So tell the court...who do you claim is the owner of this burnt book?
Present Joan Garrideb or John Garrideb profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The answer...is that the book belongs to the couple who own the house where the defendant has his lodgings..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
......... What on earth would make you say such a thing?
Ryunosuke:
It's...something of a gut feeling, My Lord, but... ...I can think of no one else more likely to set a book on fire!
Van Zieks:
What kind of morbid reasoning is that?
Judge:
Indeed. It would appear the smoke from the flames has clouded your judgement, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH! (Never fight fire with fire...)
Susato:
A burnt copy of a book entitled 'The Lion's Pride'... I'm quite sure that this isn't the first time we've heard about it, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...No, it isn't, is it? Of course!
Leads back to:
"Counsel, the defence's response here is very likely to influence the final outcome of this trial."
Ryunosuke:
The answer...is that the book belongs to the couple who own the house where the defendant has his lodgings... ...a certain Mr and Mrs Garrideb!
Van Zieks:
The landlords?!
Ryunosuke:
And whether this is some extraordinary coincidence, of some kind of fate at work, I don't know, but... ...of all the people in London, one of the six chosen for jury duty in this courtroom today... ...is none other than Mrs Garrideb herself!
Juror No. 4:
Oh, oh my goodness...ME?! I, I think you must be mistaken, sir. I'm...I'm... I'm not Mr Garrideb's wife! I'm...his...maid!
Ryunosuke:
...Things would be so much easier if you would just drop the pretence. Alright then, how about a simple question for you? Have you ever seen this book in Mr Garrideb's house?
Juror No. 4:
I, I would never presume to know all of the books he keeps, sir!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This is outlandish behaviour! This woman is the accused's landlady, you say? You implicate this hardworking member of the public... You besmirch her without a shred of evidence. Your actions...are unforgivable.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
This is not mere conjecture. The defence happens to know... ...that on the day in question... ...at almost exactly the same time as the victim was stabbed on the pavement below... ...another 'incident' was taking place in the room on the top floor of Mr and Mrs Garrideb's house.
Judge:
Good Lord! What sort of incident, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
...A fire, My Lord.
Garrideb:
'Fraid to say it was. Happened in the blink of an eye, you know. The whole place filled with smoke. Couldn't see a bally thing. Didn't take long for the fire to spread, of course. The bally furniture started going up as well! Worst of it is, I lost my favourite. Book called 'The Lion's Pride'.
Van Zieks:
...'The Lion's Pride'...
Judge:
By Jove! The very same title that's the subject of this debate!
Juror No. 4:
Oh dear me!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This is risible! All you've told the court is that a book by the same name was involved in a fire. In which case, it would be reasonable to assume that it was burnt to ashes. And entirely unreasonable...to infer that it magically removed itself to the scene of the crime.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps it would make more sense...if I told you that the cause of the fire was...marital discord. Without going into details, it appears that Mrs Garrideb was considerably enraged. Apparently she continued to attack Mr Garrideb even amid the flames.
Patricia:
Oh, how awful! I can't even imagine being so horrid to the one you love. ...Can you, Roly?
Roly:
Absolutely not, SAH! My Patricia would never raise a finger against me, sah!
Garrideb:
Had all my favourite old novels in that case. But as soon as the fire got hold of them, that was it. Whoosh! Up in smoke! Then the wife started hurling things at me. There was I, back up against the window, under heavy enemy fire! Incendiary books incoming ten to the dozen.
Judge:
The man had his back up against the window...and he had burning books thrown at him? Goodness gracious! Are, are you suggesting... ...that the book was thrown through a window and...and landed coincidentally at the scene of the crime?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No. A thorough investigation of the surrounding area was conducted the very evening of the incident. And there is no report of the Garridebs' window pane being broken.
Ryunosuke:
That's quite true. We also saw no sign of broken glass when we visited the Garrideb household. But is it not conceivable that the window was open at the time in-
Van Zieks:
Not even remotely! Let us not forget the season, and the chilling weather that accompanies it. No Londoner would ever leave a window open in the middle of winter.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Judge:
Hm... Does the defence postulate this scenario in all seriousness, Counsel? Do you earnestly claim that the book found at the scene was a flaming projectile thrown by Mr Garrideb's wife?
Ryunosuke:
......... I believe it's a possibility, My Lord.
???:That's quite enough!
Juror No. 4:
Well! I hope that everyone can see you for what you are now, you little foreign trickster! You call yourself a lawyer, but you're just a coward! A mean coward!
Ryunosuke:
...Really?
Juror No. 4:
Claiming that our little tiff set the whole neighbourhood alight... Honestly! Implying that I'm merely posing as a maid for appearances' sake... How could you?! It's nothing to do with this beastly case, not any of it! All you've done is sully our family's name!
Ryunosuke:
No! I, I assure you, that was never my intention!
Juror No. 4:
Dragging an upstanding citizen's name through the mud simply to divert attention from your failing defence... I should box your ears, that's what I should do! It's utterly unforgivable!
Juror No. 1:
Too right!
Ryunosuke:
Here we go...
Juror No. 1:
How long have we sat here now, listening to this Nipponese spouting out his fancy foreign theories? But...think about it! At the end of the day, the only person who could possibly have stabbed the victim... ...is that little hunchback with the moustache! And he ran away from the scene, too!
Juror No. 2:
I, I do declare you're right...
Juror No. 3:
It's true!
Juror No. 4:
Yes! What did I tell you?!
Juror No. 5:
Makes sense to me!
Juror No. 6:
...Hm? Sorry? What's that?
Judge:
Well... ...it would appear that the ladies and gentlemen of the jury are once again in full agreement. What is your position, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
In truth, My Lord...I feel these have been unnecessarily protracted proceedings. But then one must always exercise patience in order to savour the best vintage.
Ryunosuke:
No! Wait! The, the mystery of the fourth book still hasn't been-
Van Zieks:
If books are your predilection, my learned friend...study them on your own time.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(...What, no 'forgive the discourtesy' this time?)
Judge:
Ahem! In that case, ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...you will now state your individual decisions regarding the defendant's culpability for the court to hear!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
...Thank you...for that unambiguous response.
Ryunosuke:
(That's twice now. It's over...)
???:
Mr Naruhodo, don't give up!
Ryunosuke:
...! Miss Susato...?
Susato:
Have you forgotten? The battle isn't over yet!
Ryunosuke:
You're, you're not suggesting...?
Susato:
Of course. The defence has the right to another summation examination at this point. You could still convince the jurors to change their minds. You have one more chance!
Ryunosuke:
...My Lord! The defence...asks to exercise its right to a summation examination!
Van Zieks:
Hmph. You believe you still have tricks up your sleeve?
Ryunosuke:
I don't intend to trick anybody. I intend to uncover the truth! (This is no time to be downcast. As long as there's a chance, I have to stay strong and determined!)
To be continued...
Judge:
I have considered the defence counsel's request for a further summation examination of the jury... ...and I have determined that the court must uphold the defence's judicial right to this procedure. So, Counsel...you will now proceed with your second summation examination. I presume the jury is ready, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
We are, My Lord.
Judge:
Very good. In that case, I must ask each of you now to state clearly and concisely for the court... ...the grounds on which you find the defendant guilty of this crime.
Judicial Findings
- The Jurors' Contentions -
Juror No. 1:
The accused left behind evidence at the scene, didn't he? Those three books of his.
Juror No. 2:
If there was some novel alternative explanation about how the victim was stabbed, I might reconsider...
Juror No. 3:
Even if the woman was throwing books, it can't be related to this crime if the window was closed, can it?
Juror No. 4:
Dearie me, it was only a little book! Hardly life-threatening, even with a direct hit!
Juror No. 5:
Look, I just want to get this over with. If I don't bring home some pay tonight, I'll be in a tidy bit of trouble.
Juror No. 6:
Come to think of it, we had a fire at home a while ago. It gave me the sneezes.
Judge:
Hm, yes...considerably more tangible arguments from all members of the jury this time around, it seems. ...With one notable exception, of course.
Van Zieks:
My learned student friend was unable to find fault in the previous witness testimony.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
So the court must accept the fact that it was indeed the accused seen fleeing from the scene. And moreover... ...no one else was even at the scene to commit the crime!
Judge:
Well, if the eye witnesses are correct...it would seem as if the conclusion is somewhat set in stone. I fail to see how it can be argued any other way.
Susato:
...That means, I'm afraid, that during this summation examination... ...it's essential that you establish some other tangible explanation for the facts!
Ryunosuke:
But how? What would even constitute a tangible explanation here?
Van Zieks:
...Isn't it obvious? Who stabbed the woman and how? Those two details are all you need provide. Simply give us a name and a method by which the attack was conducted.
Ryunosuke:
(...And there I was thinking this might be hard.)
Susato:
But Mr Naruhodo, you have to do it! Otherwise this really will be where the trial ends!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, no pressure then...
Judge:
That's quite enough preamble. Proceed with the summation examination, please. I presume you are prepared, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes! ...My Lord. (Alright, Ryunosuke, focus your mind now... Clearly, the key to this summation examination... ...is going to be juror number four, the maid. Or should I say, Mrs Garrideb?)
Susato:
We have a book that disappeared from the Garridebs' house on the evening of the incident... ...and the fourth book found in the victim's hand.
Ryunosuke:
There must be a way to link the two. Yes, that's what we have to find... (...using every technique I've learnt in my short career so far! Whatever it takes!)
Susato:
Don't forget to keep an eye on Mrs Garrideb and how she reacts...even to the things other people say!
Jury Examination
- The Defence's Rebuttal -
Juror No. 1:
The accused left behind evidence at the scene, didn't he? Those three books of his.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But as we now know, there were four books, not three!
Juror No. 1:
Well? What difference does it make?
Ryunosuke:
There's every possibility that the fourth book...in fact belongs to the defendant's landlord!
Juror No. 1:
Yes, that's the part I have a problem with.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Juror No. 1:
Well, at the point the woman was stabbed, this landlord fellow was at home, wasn't he? Enjoying a fiery scrap with his wife or something, you said.
Ryunosuke:
...That's not exactly how I put it, no.
Juror No. 1:
Well anyway, the point is, the fellow and his wife were somewhere else when it happened.
Ryunosuke:
Hm...
Susato:
I think...that's what you call a strong alibi.
Juror No. 1:
So it couldn't have been the landlord who did it. Which only leaves the Nipponese fellow. Honestly, I can't see what all this palaver's about. It's a done deal, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(...I suppose it is, since I've nothing witty left to say.)
Juror No. 2:
If there was some novel alternative explanation about how the victim was stabbed, I might reconsider...
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...you might be willing to change your decision, you mean?!
Juror No. 2:
Oh my! Such delight on your face! But I'm afraid I shan't be swayed by emotion. Despite what you may think of me, I am a very modern, metropolitan and rational woman.
Ryunosuke:
...That's great.
Juror No. 2:
If one reads the morning papers, it's all forgotten by tea time, isn't it? So why read them in the first place? You see? Modern, metropolitan and rational thinking, wouldn't you say?
Ryunosuke:
...And not at all extreme.
Juror No, 2:
As I see it, an overwhelmingly suspicious Japanese man has been implicated by overwhelmingly strong testimony. So despite one or two minor puzzlements, I do declare that the man is overwhelmingly guilty! ...Modern, metropolitan and rational logic, wouldn't you say?
Ryunosuke:
...Overwhelmingly.
Juror No. 2:
But us modern 'gals' are always delighted to embrace new fads, you know. So I'd be only too happy to consider an exciting new theory if you could come up with one!
Ryunosuke:
(I'd be happy to do that, too...if only I could.)
Susato:
Let's do our very best not to disappoint the modern and metropolitan young lady!
Ryunosuke:
...Right. (I'm glad you omitted 'rational' there.)
Pit against Juror No. 5's statement (after Juror No. 5 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"These two statements clearly have a deeply significant connection!"
Juror No. 3:
Even if the woman was throwing books, it can't be related to this crime if the window was closed, can it?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But what about the possibility that the window was open?
Juror No. 3:
What about it? I mean, there's just no way it could have been.
Ryunosuke:
How can you be so sure?
Juror No. 3:
The prosecutor fellow over there said it earlier, didn't he? Winters in London are no joke. You don't want to invite that sort of cold indoors. So no, that window wasn't open. Us Londoners like sitting by the fire and staying warm, see.
Ryunosuke:
But you couldn't categorically state that the window wasn't open, could you?
Juror No. 3:
It just wasn't. They wouldn't have opened it.
Ryunosuke:
Then what's the point in even having windows? Huh?!
Judge:
Counsel! You will kindly refrain from childish bickering!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...sorry... (Somehow, I need to show there's an undeniable possibility that the window was open... ...because this young man isn't going to budge otherwise.)
Pit against Juror No. 6's statement (after Juror No. 6 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
These two jurors' statements clearly contradict one another!
Judge:
They do? How exactly, Counsel?
Juror No. 3:
Don't point at me again! I told you, it wasn't me!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? What's that you say? Speak up, lad, speak up!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three! Do you see?
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Me? See, see what, sir?
Ryunosuke:
Did you hear juror number six's account of his birthday celebrations last year? It seems, despite being a Londoner, he once opened his windows in the middle of winter.
Juror No. 3:
Well yes, of course. Because it was an emergency. I mean, obviously, if the room was filled with smoke from a fire, then you'd be mad not...to open the... ......... Oh!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. On the day in question, at the time of the incident, there was a fire in the Garrideb household. And Mr Garrideb had the following to say about it: 'The whole place filled with smoke.'
Juror No. 3:
On my hat!
Pursue Juror No. 4
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number four! Do you have something to say about that?
Juror No. 4:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Garrideb!
Juror No. 4:
Oh dearie me! What is the meaning of this? How dare you imply that I'm hiding who I really am!
Ryunosuke:
It's imperative that you confirm something for the court. So please, it's time to drop the pretence now.
Juror No. 4:
Wh-What is it?
Ryunosuke:
When the fire started in your house that day, did you or your husband open the window?
Juror No. 4:
Wha...? I, I beg your pardon? What are you insinuating?!
Ryunosuke:
The room would have been thick with smoke after the carpet and bookcase caught fire as they did. In a situation like that...it's inconceivable that you wouldn't have opened the window!
Juror No. 4:
......... And what if we did?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 4:
Oh, alright then. ...Yes, you're right. My husband was frantically trying to open the window. Which can't have been easy, since I continued to give him a justly deserved book battering.
Ryunosuke:
...Even though your house was on fire?
Juror No. 4:
Oh, you never stop throwing until the anger subsides. It would be terribly bad for the nerves to do otherwise.
Ryunosuke:
...Of course. I should have realised.
Susato:
That's a significant step forward, Mr Naruhodo. You've managed to establish that the window was open. We simply must have that added to Mrs Garrideb's formal statement.
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "The window could have been open when the woman was throwing books. I mean, it's definitely a possibility." and Juror No. 4's statement to "Now you mention it, yes, the window was open at the time. I'd clean forgotten, but it's true."
Ryunosuke:
Therefore, to clear the smoke, either Mr Garrideb or his wife almost certainly opened the window. That, you cannot deny, would be in no way out of the ordinary!
Juror No. 3:
No...I suppose it wouldn't.
Juror No. 6:
When you get to my age, you learn a thing or two, you know. And I can tell you... ...you'd have to be a prize idiot not to open the window if there was a fire! Eh?
Juror No. 3:
Yes! Of course! I, I think I need to reconsider my statement.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Please do. (That's a step in the right direction...I think.)
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "The window could have been open when the woman was throwing books. I mean, it's definitely a possibility."
Juror No. 3:
The window could have been open when the woman was throwing books. I mean, it's definitely a possibility.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
At the point when the victim was attacked on Briar Road... ...we know there was a small house fire in the Garrideb household on the opposite side of the street.
Juror No. 3:
Well yes, it certainly seems that way. And on account of the smoke, I imagine they would have had the windows wide open in spite of the cold.
Pursue Juror No. 4 (before Juror No. 4 changes her statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number four! Do you have something to say about that?
Juror No. 4:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Garrideb!
Juror No. 4:
Oh dearie me! What is the meaning of this? How dare you imply that I'm hiding who I really am!
Ryunosuke:
It's imperative that you confirm something for the court. So please, it's time to drop the pretence now.
Juror No. 4:
Wh-What is it?
Ryunosuke:
When the fire started in your house that day, did you or your husband open the window?
Juror No. 4:
Wha...? I, I beg your pardon? What are you insinuating?!
Ryunosuke:
The room would have been thick with smoke after the carpet and bookcase caught fire as they did. In a situation like that...it's inconceivable that you wouldn't have opened the window!
Juror No. 4:
......... And what if we did?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 4:
Oh, alright then. ...Yes, you're right. My husband was frantically trying to open the window. Which can't have been easy, since I continued to give him a justly deserved book battering.
Ryunosuke:
...Even though your house was on fire?
Juror No. 4:
Oh, you never stop throwing until the anger subsides. It would be terribly bad for the nerves to do otherwise.
Ryunosuke:
...Of course. I should have realised.
Susato:
That's a significant step forward, Mr Naruhodo. You've managed to establish that the window was open. We simply must have that added to Mrs Garrideb's formal statement.
Changes Juror No. 4's statement to "Now you mention it, yes, the window was open at the time. I'd clean forgotten, but it's true."
Ryunosuke:
We also know that Mrs Garrideb was throwing flaming books at her husband. Her husband, who was backed into a corner by the window due to his wife's frenzied attack.
Juror No. 3:
Yes, that's right. So there's definitely a chance that one of the books could have flown past the man and out of the window. Only...
Ryunosuke:
Only what?
Juror No. 3:
Only I can't really see how it could have gone all the way over to the other side of the road, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Juror No. 3:
So I don't really see how I can change my decision, really.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I see... (...That wasn't enough? What is it going to take to persuade these people?)
Juror No. 4:
Dearie me, it was only a little book! Hardly life-threatening, even with a direct hit!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But the 'little book' was on fire at the time, was it not?
Juror No. 4:
...With flames of love, I'll have you know.
Ryunosuke:
...There's really no such thing as a 'loving' incendiary bomb.
Juror No. 4:
Well he brought it upon himself! It's playing with fire to betray a fiery love! Isn't it? ...Well? Don't you agree?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Erm...well...any kind of betrayal is...is certainly a bad thing, yes. But I think the argument might have arisen out of your misunderstanding, Mrs Garrideb...
Juror No. 4:
Never you mind that! The point is, we were just having a jovial little dispute, nothing more! And I won't have any more of these suggestions that it was anything whatsoever to do with this crime!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Right, well, we'll see about that. But what about juror number five? He doesn't seem to be turning a hair at Mrs Garrideb's relentless onslaughts...)
Susato:
It's almost as though he's used to it. What a gentle soul he is!
Juror No. 4:
Now you mention it, yes, the window was open at the time. I'd clean forgotten, but it's true.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The fourth book found at the scene of the crime shows very obvious signs of fire damage. And the title of the book...is 'The Lion's Pride'. The same title, in fact, as the book that Mr Garrideb told us he had been reading.
Juror No. 4:
......... Well, I really couldn't say.
Ryunosuke:
On the day in question, did you or did you not throw at your husband... ...the copy of 'The Lion's Pride' that he had been reading?
Juror No. 4:
......... I did.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 4:
It was the first thing I could lay my hands on. So I hurled it straight at him! And now you come to mention it, yes... ...he was rather enjoying reading it, you're right.
Ryunosuke:
Why did you not reveal this information to the court from the outset?
Juror No. 4:
Because I couldn't, you insolent little man! I didn't remember! At times like that, you pick up and throw whatever you can lay your hands on, as well you know!
Ryunosuke:
...I really don't.
Juror No. 4:
I barely noticed I was throwing a book, much less the title of it!
Pursue Juror No. 5 (before Juror No. 5 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
What is it, juror number five?!
Juror No. 5:
......... You know something? I've, I've remembered what it was! That memory I'd blocked out...
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Juror No. 5:
It was listening to what this granny was saying. Brought it all flooding back.
Juror No. 4:
Who are you calling a granny, you cheeky devil?! I'm Mrs Garrideb or the maid, I'll have you know!
Ryunosuke:
(...The man doesn't even flinch. Please tell me that's not because he's so used to being hit all the time!)
Juror No. 5:
It, it was about two weeks ago now. I'd just got back home after work, like. I put my hand in my pocket for the wages I'd just earnt that day...and I nearly died. There was a hole. Every last penny had dropped out.
Ryunosuke:
Oh dear, what a disaster.
Juror No. 5:
You haven't heard the half of it, boy.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Juror No. 5:
The wife was cutting up some chicken at the time. I, I could hardly get the words out, but I told her straight: 'I've lost the day's wages, luv.' Next thing I knew, the blade was whistling past my ear. Stuck into the wall next to me, it did. About an inch deep.
Ryunosuke:
......... (No words... Just...terror...)
Juror No. 5:
I could smell it then, you know. That God-awful stench of the Thames. I was sure I was going to end up face down in the muddy banks that night, I can tell you. Now...that's a real disaster, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
...I'll never use the word lightly again.
Juror No. 5:
Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is this: When women lose their rag, they'll throw anything at you! Knives, hatchets, hammers...you name it!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! You mustn't think that all women are so short-tempered and unrefined!
Ryunosuke:
No no, I wasn't thinking that!
Susato:
Throwing household objects at people is... Well, it's so uncivilised. At least attack with honour! Using a bow or the like.
Ryunosuke:
What? Attack? ...Who are you going to attack?
Susato:
Never mind. Anyway, this man's words... ...could be rather significant, I think.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, we'll come back to the bow and arrow thing later...if I dare.)
Changes Juror No. 5's statement to "A woman in a rage will hurl almost anything at you. The kitchen knife really brought that home to me."
Ryunosuke:
...Right. Totally understandable.
Juror No. 4:
I mean, you can't waste time deciding what to use next, can you? When you feel the way I did...you don't care what it is, you just want it to smash into his face!
Ryunosuke:
......... You see where violence can lead, Miss Susato?
Susato:
...I'm disheartened to think you might believe me capable of such behaviour. Anyway... I have a feeling I might have noticed someone reacting a little strangely to Mrs Garrideb's remarks just now.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, perhaps I missed something while I was... preoccupied...)
Juror No. 5:
Look, I just want to get this over with. If I don't bring home some pay tonight, I'll be in a tidy bit of trouble.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You just want to 'get this over with'? How can you sit there and say something like that? A man's future is at stake here!
Juror No. 5:
Well him and me both then, like I said before!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 5:
I told you already. I'm a day labourer, aren't I? If I don't bring home some readies with me tonight... ...you'll find me floating face down in the Thames tomorrow morning.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Juror No. 5:
You heard me! My missus isn't one to mess about, you know. She can be fierce, believe you me!
Ryunosuke:
(...Another shining example of marital bliss, then.)
Juror No. 5:
A situation like this cropped up the other day. It was...well...um... ......... D'you know, it's funny, but I can't quite remember.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Juror No. 5:
It was too frightening, that's the thing. I must have blocked it out.
Ryunosuke:
(Helpful...)
Susato:
I wonder if Mr Beate will ever be dragged into the Thames by his scarf...
Ryunosuke:
...Don't even go there, Miss Susato. (There must be some way to jog his memory about this.)
Juror No. 5:
A woman in a rage will hurl almost anything at you. The kitchen knife really brought that home to me.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Your wife really threw a kitchen knife at you?
Juror No. 5:
That's right. She was chopping meat with it. ...Had a tidy edge on it, believe me. Still...it's all memories, isn't it? It started with that smile  she threw me when we were courting. And since then, the list of things she's thrown at me has grown along with our relationship. There was a cup, then a glass...then a pot...a kettle...a chair...a wardrobe...a cooker...a bathtub...
Ryunosuke:
...Your wife must be even beefier than you.
Juror No. 5:
And things came to a head last week when she threw me. Right into the Thames. Still...she's not so bad when she's calmed down. She's a little sweetheart, really.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm...so happy for you.
Juror No. 5:
If you want to know what I think... ...I think this whole idea of 'ladies first' that we're so obsessed with in this country... ...was thought up by some clever lads who'd been tossed in the Thames a few too many times by their wives.
Ryunosuke:
......... That's...a very interesting theory.
Susato:
What a terrible thought.
Ryunosuke:
(On the face of it... ...this juror's statement just sounds like a really extreme anecdote. But I think it might turn out to be an extremely powerful weapon. A weapon I might be able to use to make the jurors accept an alternative explanation here.)
Pit against Juror No. 2's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"These two statements clearly have a deeply significant connection!"
Juror No. 6:
Come to think of it, we had a fire at home a while ago. It gave me the sneezes.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Does...that have anything to do with your decision about the defendant's culpability in this case?
Juror No. 6:
Sorry? What's that? You'll have to speak up, lad.
Ryunosuke:
......... Could you tell us more about that fire?
Juror No. 6:
It was last winter. My grandchildren baked me a lovely cake on my birthday. It had seventy-five candles on the top, it did! What a sight to behold it was!
Ryunosuke:
You put candles...on a cake?! Was, was it some kind of devil-worship?
Juror No. 6:
Of course not! It was an angel cake! To celebrate my birthday, obviously!
Susato:
It seems that's a common custom here in Great Britain, Mr Naruhodo.
Juror No. 6:
Anyway, I mustered all my puff to blow them out... ...only I must have blown wrong somehow. The flames didn't go out, but candles went flying all over the room! The furniture caught and everything went up! The whole place filled with smoke!
Ryunosuke:
(...Definitely sounds like devil-worship to me.) And...by 'the sneezes', I presume you mean a cold. But how did you catch a cold from a fire?
Juror No. 6:
What a fiasco it was. The grandchildren, bless them, threw water over me as they tried to put out the flames. And then, because the whole room had filled up with smoke of course... ...we had to open all the windows to clear it.
Ryunosuke:
The windows...
Juror No. 6:
The biting winter air rushed over me like the devil dancing on my grave, it did! I caught a terrible cold from it. It put me in hospital for a while. ...I won't forget that birthday in a hurry!
Ryunosuke:
...I knew it was devil-worship all along. (But something about this old man's story is playing on my mind for some reason...)
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to "Winter house fires are dire. You have to open windows to clear the smoke. That's when the chill gets you, see."
Juror No. 6:
Winter house fires are dire. You have to open windows to clear the smoke. That's when the chill gets you, see.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
...Um, did you change your statement from before?
Juror No. 6:
Well, yes. It was one of my most memorable birthdays, you see. I couldn't let it go unremembered.
Ryunosuke:
(...I'm sure the defendant will be delighted that you're using his trial to explore your past.) And how is that memory related to this case exactly?
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry? What's that? You'll have to speak up, I'm afraid!
Ryunosuke:
...Never mind. (He's as deaf as a post...when he wants to be. ...But actually, this old man's anecdote... ...might just provide the alternative explanation I need to make my point to some of the other jurors.)
Juror No. 6:
We used unlit candles on my birthday this year. It's safer that way.
Pit against Juror No. 3's statement (before Juror No. 3 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
These two jurors' statements clearly contradict one another!
Judge:
They do? How exactly, Counsel?
Juror No. 3:
Don't point at me again! I told you, it wasn't me!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? What's that you say? Speak up, lad, speak up!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three! Do you see?
Juror No. 3:
Oh! Me? See, see what, sir?
Ryunosuke:
Did you hear juror number six's account of his birthday celebrations last year? It seems, despite being a Londoner, he once opened his windows in the middle of winter.
Juror No. 3:
Well yes, of course. Because it was an emergency. I mean, obviously, if the room was filled with smoke from a fire, then you'd be mad not...to open the... ......... Oh!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. On the day in question, at the time of the incident, there was a fire in the Garrideb household. And Mr Garrideb had the following to say about it: 'The whole place filled with smoke.'
Juror No. 3:
On my hat!
Pursue Juror No. 4
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number four! Do you have something to say about that?
Juror No. 4:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Garrideb!
Juror No. 4:
Oh dearie me! What is the meaning of this? How dare you imply that I'm hiding who I really am!
Ryunosuke:
It's imperative that you confirm something for the court. So please, it's time to drop the pretence now.
Juror No. 4:
Wh-What is it?
Ryunosuke:
When the fire started in your house that day, did you or your husband open the window?
Juror No. 4:
Wha...? I, I beg your pardon? What are you insinuating?!
Ryunosuke:
The room would have been thick with smoke after the carpet and bookcase caught fire as they did. In a situation like that...it's inconceivable that you wouldn't have opened the window!
Juror No. 4:
......... And what if we did?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 4:
Oh, alright then. ...Yes, you're right. My husband was frantically trying to open the window. Which can't have been easy, since I continued to give him a justly deserved book battering.
Ryunosuke:
...Even though your house was on fire?
Juror No. 4:
Oh, you never stop throwing until the anger subsides. It would be terribly bad for the nerves to do otherwise.
Ryunosuke:
...Of course. I should have realised.
Susato:
That's a significant step forward, Mr Naruhodo. You've managed to establish that the window was open. We simply must have that added to Mrs Garrideb's formal statement.
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "The window could have been open when the woman was throwing books. I mean, it's definitely a possibility." and Juror No. 4's statement to "Now you mention it, yes, the window was open at the time. I'd clean forgotten, but it's true."
Ryunosuke:
Therefore, to clear the smoke, either Mr Garrideb or his wife almost certainly opened the window. That, you cannot deny, would be in no way out of the ordinary!
Juror No. 3:
No...I suppose it wouldn't.
Juror No. 6:
When you get to my age, you learn a thing or two, you know. And I can tell you... ...you'd have to be a prize idiot not to open the window if there was a fire! Eh?
Juror No. 3:
Yes! Of course! I, I think I need to reconsider my statement.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Please do. (That's a step in the right direction...I think.)
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "The window could have been open when the woman was throwing books. I mean, it's definitely a possibility."
Before pressing Juror No. 6's statement and pitting Jurors No. 3 and 6's statements against each other
Susato:
We need to demonstrate who, apart from Mr Natsume, could have attacked the young woman on the street. As well as how he...or she could have done it.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but once again the jurors' statements are full of personal prejudice. A lot of them seem convinced they're right, even in the face of logical arguments to the contrary.
Susato:
I think you're going to need to pit them against each other to force them to accept an alternative explanation.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... (I don't necessarily need to find contradictions between their assertions... Just a connection might do the trick.) Alright, I'll see what I can do. If anything stands out, I'll go in for a strike!
Susato:
That's the spirit!
After pressing Juror No. 6's statement and pitting Jurors No. 3 and 6's statements against each other, and before pursuing Juror No. 4 correctly
Susato:
Hm... When you were discussing the window before... ...I feel sure a certain member of the jury reacted in a rather unusual way.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I thought I might have seen something like that out of the corner of my eye. It could be worth pursuing...
Susato:
Yes! 'Pursue' jurors to catch them off guard, that's the secret!
Ryunosuke:
(We need to use every trick at our disposal here, so...let's see what I can do!)
After pursuing Juror No. 4 correctly
Ryunosuke:
So the window was open when the Garridebs were arguing that day.
Susato:
Yes, Mrs Garrideb has finally admitted to it. Which is a very significant victory for the defense!
Ryunosuke:
(...I feel like the fog's starting to clear, and an alternative explanation to this case is starting to show itself.)
Ryunosuke:
These two statements clearly have a deeply significant connection!
Judge:
Good grief! You mean they don't contradict each other? Explain, Counsel! At once!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number two...do you think perhaps... ...that this could be one such novel alternative?
Juror No. 2:
Oh my! Whatever do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
An alternative explanation...as to how the victim was stabbed in the back.
Juror No. 5:
What are you talking about?
Ryunosuke:
We've demonstrated that the fourth book - 'The Lion's Pride' - that was found at the scene of the crime... ...originated in Mr Garrideb's room on the top floor of his house. Therefore it's equally possible that some other object besides the book... ...could have found its way from the Garrideb household to the street below.
Juror No. 5:
Eh? What's that now?
Ryunosuke:
After all, Mrs Garrideb could have thrown any number of different objects at her husband. ...Isn't that right, juror number four?
Juror No. 4:
What are you insinuating now, you...you little beanpole?!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm beginning to think that...ever since the true origins of this book came to light... ...perhaps she's had a feeling this might be what happened.)
Juror No. 1:
Now you listen here, you Eastern galah! As the foreman of this jury, I demand a straight answer. You give us this yarn about some other object making its way out of the house...but what? What was it?
Ryunosuke:
......... (I'm really taking a big gamble here. That was a bold accusation to make...but I haven't any real evidence to back it up. But I'm certain...that at the very least this warrants further investigation.) Alright, Mr Foreman, I'll try to explain the defence's theory. The 'other object' that found its way from the Garrideb household to the scene of the crime was...
Present Jackknife
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"........."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
...Probably this.
Juror No. 1:
......... Did you hear that, everyone? Did you hear that belligerent outburst?
Juror No. 2:
Oh my! How horrifying!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 4:
...I think it's very clear now. You're the one grasping at the first thing that comes to hand here, young man!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, be careful! It's very dangerous to give indiscriminate answers like that.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, I'm sorry. I was nervous and I obviously went for the wrong thing. (After all, what I'm suggesting here is a long shot, to put it mildly.)
Leads back to:
"But I'm certain...that at the very least this warrants further investigation."
Ryunosuke:
......... Juror number four...Mrs Garrideb...
Juror No. 4:
Wha...? What now?!
Ryunosuke:
I must apologise in advance for this... ...but I need you to confirm something else for the court. This knife... Have you ever seen this knife before?
Juror No. 4:
Ah...
Judge:
Good Lord, Counsel! What on earth are you doing? That's the weapon that was lodged into the victim's back, man!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, remember that when the victim was attacked, Mr and Mrs Garrideb were in the throes of an argument. Mrs Garrideb was hurling anything she could at her husband, who'd been backed up against the window. A window that had been opened to clear the smoke...and through which a book sailed to land at the crime scene.
Juror No. 1:
You can't seriously believe that! The book...was found in the victim's grasp!
Juror No. 3:
Are you saying that it flew out of the window and across the street to land neatly in her hand?
Juror No. 5:
Huh! Even my missus hasn't got an aim like that!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I admit...there are many details we don't yet understand. But that's the point! That's precisely why... ...we must not allow this trial to end! Not right now!
Juror No. 2:
Oh my!
Juror No. 6:
Agh!
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Garrideb, your answer, please! Have you seen this knife before or not?
Juror No. 4:
......... ...Oh! Ah...um... AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
*Thud*
???:My Lord!
Juror No. 2:
I, I wish to change my decision! ...I'm a woman of my word, after all.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, madam!
Juror No. 1:
Yes, I agree. I certainly didn't see this coming, but... ...I just don't think it would be right for this trial to come to an end now with so many unanswered questions.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Foreman!
Juror No. 5:
......... I'd have to agree. Not that I think the granny did it, mind.
Juror No. 3:
...Yes, you know what? I'm not quite happy about this at the moment, either.
Juror No. 1:
All together now, ladies and gents...
Ryunosuke:
We... We...did it...
Susato:
Oh, congratulations, Mr Naruhodo!
Judge:
So, as a result of the defence's summation examination, a number of jurors' leanings have changed. Two jurors call guilty, against four now calling innocent. Accordingly, the opinion of this court is divided... ...and this trial will continue!
Judge:
Now then, Lord van Zieks...how does the prosecution wish to proceed?
Van Zieks:
...This trial is rapidly descending into a farce. Like a corked wine...the first few sips are bitter enough... ...but what follows is so repugnant, it's good for nothing save the gutter!
Juror No. 1:
If, if I may, Lord van Zieks... ...the defence has just put forward a credible alternative explanation for what happened.
Van Zieks:
Credible? Is that your considered opinion, Mr Foreman? The defence's argument is a joke to which I barely know how to respond. But let me start by insisting... ...that you must familiarise yourselves better with the relative positions of those places being discussed.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by that? (...What's his angle this time?)
Van Zieks:
It should already be more than apparent, that between the crime scene and the Garrideb household... ...runs a rather wide street, Briar Road. Which means that the distance from the Garridebs' house to the scene is some... Yes, fifteen yards.
Susato:
Let me see... Fifteen yards... That's around fourteen metres.
Ryunosuke:
F-Fourteen metres? (Oh. ...That's a little farther than I'd imagined.)
Van Zieks:
And, as you ladies and gentlemen of the jury rightly noted as having portentous significance... ...the fourth book was found in the victim's clutches. In other words...the smouldering book, wantonly hurled by the lady of the house travelled some fifteen yards... ...to land on the opposite side of the road, neatly between the collapsed victim's fingers and thumb. ...Is that your final conclusion, my learned...and deluded friend?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Um...
Van Zieks:
And did the jackknife follow a near identical trajectory to plunge into the middle of the victim's back? This fantasy is somewhat stretching the notion of 'having a bad day' for the victim, I think. Even those pathetic serialised detective stories have more believable plots!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAGH!!! ......... (There's nothing I can say to that...)
Susato:
That...that prosecutor loves the sound of his own voice!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato!
Susato:
Serialised detective stories are pathetic, are they?! How dare he?!
Ryunosuke:
Um... Maybe let's pick our battles here...
Susato:
My Lord, might I be allowed to speak?
Judge:
As judicial assistant, you may speak for the defence, yes. Go ahead.
Susato:
The prosecution may consider the idea a fantasy... ...but what the defence has postulated was believable enough to persuade the jury to change its leaning. And as such...the court has a duty to explore this alternative explanation as thoroughly as possible!
Van Zieks:
.........
Susato:
To that end... ......... ...juror number four - Mrs Joan Garrideb...must be called to testify and submit to cross-examination!
Judge:
Saints alive! A cross-examination of a juror?! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Well...this, this is highly irregular. It is unprecedented for a member of the jury to be summoned to the witness stand.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
And unnecessary.
Judge:
L-Lord van Zieks?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
There are already witnesses in the stand whose testimony the defence may further cross-examine. If my learned friend's farcical theory has any truth in it... ...then both a burning book and a jackknife must have flown through the sky before this couple's eyes. And we must assume they would be able to testify accordingly.
Judge:
Hmmm... What say you, witnesses?
Roly:
......... Yes, SAH! Constable Roly Beate reporting for duty, sah!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Well... Good morning, Officer.
Roly:
Sorry for dozing until now, sah! I haven't slept for a month, on account of a villain who's appeared on my beat, sah.
Susato:
Oh, they are so heroic, these 'London bobbies'.
Roly:
Patricia, my darling, I've been neglecting you. But no more!
Patricia:
Oh Roly, my hero! You make me swoon!
Judge:
Very well. I hereby reject the defence's request...
Susato:
Oh...
Judge:
...and order the witnesses in the stand to testify again. State forthwith before the court any details pertaining to the defence's alternative explanation of events.
Roly:
Yes...SAH!
Witness Testimony
- Constable Beate's Report -
Roly:
This case has nothing to do with Mr and Mrs Garrideb. Believe me, a London bobby is good for his word!
You see - SAH! - the windows on the top floor of the Garrideb house are top-hinged casements.
Patricia:
Obviously, if anything had been thrown out of the window, we would have seen it.
I did leave the scene to go and fetch help, but my trusty Roly was there to make sure nothing was disturbed.
Roly:
I didn't take my eye off the crime scene for one moment, sah! Nothing strange to report on that front, sah!
Judge:
Well, this is quite startling. Top-hinged casement windows!
Van Zieks:
That detail was not in the police report, Constable.
Roly:
Ah, yes, um... Sorry about that. I...must have been a little drowsy... Ahem.
Van Zieks:
You cannot excuse your sins with drowsiness every time, Constable.
Roly:
No, SAH!
Ryunosuke:
Um...sorry, but... ...what exactly is a top-hinged casement window?
Van Zieks:
And you... You cannot excuse your ignorance with such trite remarks, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
...Of course...sorry.
Susato:
I've found it, Mr Naruhodo! Cast your mind back to the windows in Mr and Mrs Garrideb's room...
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, I'll try...)
Susato:
So the window opens in order to allow air to circulate inside the house. But as it's a top-hinged casement window, it swings open along the upper edge, you see.
Van Zieks:
I'm glad you've rectified your ignorance. A casement window's most prominent feature... ...is its 'stay' - a metal bar which prevents the window from being opened beyond a certain amount.
Ryunosuke:
It, it prevents it opening? (This is all news to me!)
Roly:
Absolutely correct, sah! In other words, if a book or knife were to have been thrown through the open window... ...it would have clattered against the pane and fallen straight down to the pavement below.
Ryunosuke:
No...
Van Zieks:
You see the problem, then? Good...your education in windows is complete. There was never any possibility of either the book or the knife travelling fifteen yards over the road. That is, unless the window pane had been shattered... something we've discounted already.
Ryunosuke:
Th-That can't... BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Patricia:
Did you see that, Roly? That young Japanese man just collapsed in agony!
Roly:
Oh yes, my darling. I saw it. I saw how he crumbled before me.
Patricia:
Oh, Roly! You're so strong!
Ryunosuke:
(How is this happening? I haven't even started the cross-examination yet, and already my argument's been destroyed.)
Judge:
Counsel, if you could drag yourself upright again...the court awaits your cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
...My Lord. (Oh good. Another desperate situation...)
Cross-Examination
- Constable Beate's Report -
Roly:
This case has nothing to do with Mr and Mrs Garrideb. Believe me, a London bobby is good for his word!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
How can you say that for certain?
Roly:
...A very good question, sah. And the answer...is this! It has the noble founding principles of the force written on it as a reminder to all us policemen of our sworn duty.
Susato:
He showed us that before, didn't he?
Ryunosuke:
...Did he? (I can't say I remember.)
Roly:
To patrol the streets of London town and uphold the peace of the common man... It's what the job's all about! And that is why I can stand here today beside my long-suffering wife and tell you a bobby's good for his word! ...While rubbing my tired eyes admittedly...SAH!
Patricia:
Oh, Roly...you're so manly!
Roly:
Of course I am, my darling Patricia!
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Ryunosuke:
......... No, none of this is what I meant. I meant, how can you say for certain that this case has nothing to do with Mr and Mrs Garrideb?
Roly:
Ah, I see, sah! You should have said so earlier, sah.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, well... So, could you answer the question? (That was a waste of time, then.)
Roly:
Absolutely, sah! I will answer it to the fullest of my abilities, sah! There's a surprising reason why Mr and Mrs Garrideb's domestic dispute can't be related to this case. ...But before I get into that, sah, just one thing...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Roly:
I'd very much like you and all your countrymen to understand the great British institution of Scotland Yard. So I hope you'll take back some tales of us London bobbies and how we uphold our guiding principles.
Ryunosuke:
...I wasn't planning on going back just yet. I've only just arrived here.
Roly:
So to that end - SAH! - I'd be happy to lend you my warrant card for your perusal. But I must warn you...you won't be able to get through it without shedding a few tears!
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you. I'll...try.
Constable Beate's warrant card has been entered into the Court Record.
If fifth statement has been pressed and Patricia Beate has been correctly pursued
Patricia:
Um, can I ask you something? ...Please, Mr Lawyer, sir!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...yes, of course. What is it?
Patricia:
You're, you're doubting us, aren't you? I can tell!
Ryunosuke:
What?! I, I wasn't really... I mean... (What's she doing?)
Patricia:
Please. Just because I'm a woman, it doesn't make my testimony any less valuable. You might just see me as the wife of a policeman, but I'm a woman of my word, I am!
Ryunosuke:
I...I really don't remember ever suggesting that I doubted you...
Patricia:
No excuses! I don't want to hear it! My voice will be heard! My Lord, you'll let me speak, won't you?
Judge:
Yes, Mrs Beate, I will allow you to supplement your testimony if you so desire. ...Sometimes the path of least resistance is the sage one.
Ryunosuke:
(That was a very loud mutter...)
Patricia:
I heard that! That Japanese man thinks a policeman's wife's word counts for nothing, does he? Well watch out, sir! I might let you get away with something like that, but my Roly won't!
Ryunosuke:
...Duly noted, Mrs Beate. Please, I humbly ask you to continue...
Susato:
What could she possibly be about to say, I wonder...?
Adds statement: "I know what I saw. My eyes never let me down! ...My sense of direction is a little off sometimes, though."
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
How can you say that for certain?
Roly:
...A very good question, sah. And the answer...is this! It has the noble founding principles of the force written on it as a reminder to all us policemen of our sworn duty.
Susato:
He showed us that before, didn't he?
Ryunosuke:
...Did he? (I can't say I remember.)
Roly:
To patrol the streets of London town and uphold the peace of the common man... It's what the job's all about! And that is why I can stand here today beside my long-suffering wife and tell you a bobby's good for his word! ...While rubbing my tired eyes admittedly...SAH!
Patricia:
Oh, Roly...you're so manly!
Roly:
Of course I am, my darling Patricia!
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Ryunosuke:
......... No, none of this is what I meant. I meant, how can you say for certain that this case has nothing to do with Mr and Mrs Garrideb?
Roly:
Ah, I see, sah! You should have said so earlier, sah.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, well... So, could you answer the question? (That was a waste of time, then.)
Roly:
Absolutely, sah! I will answer it to the fullest of my abilities, sah! There's a surprising reason why Mr and Mrs Garrideb's domestic dispute can't be related to this case.
Roly:
You see - SAH! - the windows on the top floor of the Garrideb house are top-hinged casements.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
By which you mean they don't open fully...is that correct?
Roly:
Yes, sah! They're just there to allow a bit of air through the house, you see. So they're restricted as to how much they open.
Van Zieks:
And therefore anything thrown out of the window from inside the room... ...would simply strike the pane and fall to the street directly below. For clarity, allow me to mark the map. Here...is the location where objects would have fallen.
Judge:
Hm, yes... Directly opposite the scene of the crime, on the other side of the rather wide road.
Ryunosuke:
(Would it have been so hard for somebody to mention this top-hinged casement thing before?) Well...I have another question for you, Constable.
Roly:
And what would that be, sah?
Ryunosuke:
How do you even know? Why would you have any idea what sort of windows Mr and Mrs Garrideb's house is furnished with?
Roly:
Ah, well sah... That's very simple. You see, I helped with the investigation yesterday.
Pursue Patricia Beate
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add, Mrs Beate?
Patricia:
Hm...? Sorry?
Ryunosuke:
You look...well, delighted. Is there some particular reason for that?
Patricia:
Oh, I was just remembering, that's all. We really were...so lucky.
Ryunosuke:
Lucky? What do you mean?
Patricia:
Well, of course I feel terrible for the poor woman who was attacked. Don't misunderstand me, please. But we were just so lucky it didn't happen on Roly's beat. It was so close, you see!
Ryunosuke:
Oh... I hadn't realised.
Patricia:
Oh yes, that street, Briar Road...that's the boundary between Roly's beat and the next one. Isn't that right, my love?
Roly:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Constable Beate!
Roly:
Hm? ...Oh! Y-Yes, that's right. That's the reason I was helping out with interviewing the occupants of the Garrideb household yesterday. Their house is on my beat, you see...sah.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, that really was cutting it close then...)
Susato:
Constable, I wonder if you could clarify something... If the Garrideb household is on your beat, does that mean that the pavement next to it is as well?
Roly:
Outside Mr Garrideb's house? Yes, ma'am! The pavement on that side of the road is part of my beat!
Ryunosuke:
I see... I was unaware of that.
Patricia:
Just think, if the woman had been attacked just on the other side of Briar Road... ...we would never have been able to go for that meal to celebrate our wedding anniversary! But...that's the life of a bobby, after all.
Judge:
Extraordinary people, our bobbies. Tirelessly working for the benefit of all Londoners.
Patricia:
Do you know what I think? I think it was the good Lord's way of rewarding my Roly for all his hard work! Don't you think so, my darling?
Roly:
That must be it, Pat, my love. That must be it.
Ryunosuke:
(I think perhaps we should make sure we have that information officially on record.)
Susato:
Leave it to me, Mr Naruhodo! I'll take care of it immediately.
The case file's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Patricia:
And now it's my turn, I think!
If first and fifth statements have been pressed
Patricia:
Um, can I ask you something? ...Please, Mr Lawyer, sir!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...yes, of course. What is it?
Patricia:
You're, you're doubting us, aren't you? I can tell!
Ryunosuke:
What?! I, I wasn't really... I mean... (What's she doing?)
Patricia:
Please. Just because I'm a woman, it doesn't make my testimony any less valuable. You might just see me as the wife of a policeman, but I'm a woman of my word, I am!
Ryunosuke:
I...I really don't remember ever suggesting that I doubted you...
Patricia:
No excuses! I don't want to hear it! My voice will be heard! My Lord, you'll let me speak, won't you?
Judge:
Yes, Mrs Beate, I will allow you to supplement your testimony if you so desire. ...Sometimes the path of least resistance is the sage one.
Ryunosuke:
(That was a very loud mutter...)
Patricia:
I heard that! That Japanese man thinks a policeman's wife's word counts for nothing, does he? Well watch out, sir! I might let you get away with something like that, but my Roly won't!
Ryunosuke:
...Duly noted, Mrs Beate. Please, I humbly ask you to continue...
Susato:
What could she possibly be about to say, I wonder...?
Adds statement: "I know what I saw. My eyes never let me down! ...My sense of direction is a little off sometimes, though."
Pursue Patricia Beate (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add, Mrs Beate?
Patricia:
Hm...? Sorry?
Ryunosuke:
You look...well, delighted. Is there some particular reason for that?
Patricia:
Oh, I was just remembering, that's all. We really were...so lucky.
Ryunosuke:
Lucky? What do you mean?
Patricia:
Well, of course I feel terrible for the poor woman who was attacked. Don't misunderstand me, please. But we were just so lucky it didn't happen on Roly's beat. It was so close, you see!
Ryunosuke:
Oh... I hadn't realised.
Patricia:
Oh yes, that street, Briar Road...that's the boundary between Roly's beat and the next one. Isn't that right, my love?
Roly:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Constable Beate!
Roly:
Hm? ...Oh! Y-Yes, that's right. That's the reason I was helping out with interviewing the occupants of the Garrideb household yesterday. Their house is on my beat, you see...sah.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, that really was cutting it close then...)
Susato:
Constable, I wonder if you could clarify something... If the Garrideb household is on your beat, does that mean that the pavement next to it is as well?
Roly:
Outside Mr Garrideb's house? Yes, ma'am! The pavement on that side of the road is part of my beat!
Ryunosuke:
I see... I was unaware of that.
Patricia:
Just think, if the woman had been attacked just on the other side of Briar Road... ...we would never have been able to go for that meal to celebrate our wedding anniversary! But...that's the life of a bobby, after all.
Judge:
Extraordinary people, our bobbies. Tirelessly working for the benefit of all Londoners.
Patricia:
Do you know what I think? I think it was the good Lord's way of rewarding my Roly for all his hard work! Don't you think so, my darling?
Roly:
That must be it, Pat, my love. That must be it.
Patricia:
And now it's my turn, I think!
Ryunosuke:
You helped? In what way?
Van Zieks:
Various members of the public were questioned in order to gather information about the case.
Roly:
That's right, sah. The sad truth is, we're all overworked. So even though it wasn't under the jurisdiction of my own beat, I obviously wanted to help.
Ryunosuke:
I see. Well...thank you.
Patricia:
Oh, is it my turn now?
Patricia:
Obviously, if anything had been thrown out of the window, we would have seen it.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But according to my notes here, the sun had gone down already and it was dark.
Patricia:
Oh, but Roly and I were strolling along, gazing at the night sky and looking for our lucky star!
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry?
Patricia:
The star that will guide us to eternal happiness!
Ryunosuke:
...Can't it guide you to answer the question?
Roly:
If a flaming book had cut across the sky in front of us... ...it would have lit up like a shooting star.
Patricia:
And if I'd seen a shooting star, I would have made a wish upon it! 'Let Roly be an inspector,' I would have said! Three times at least!
Roly:
Of course, what with the smog and everything, we couldn't actually see any stars...
Van Zieks:
...In short, are you trying to say that neither a book nor a knife crossed the sky before you?
Roly:
Yes, sah, that is correct, SAH! As sure as the night sky in London is starless, sah!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... It certainly seems like they're telling the truth...)
Patricia:
And then we saw the poor woman fall to the ground, so we ran straight over to help her.
Patricia:
I did leave the scene to go and fetch help, but my trusty Roly was there to make sure nothing was disturbed.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you said that you went to a nearby police box to fetch another officer. Is that right?
Patricia:
That's right, yes. If it had been on Roly's beat, I would have known exactly where I was going, of course.
Roly:
Don't feel bad, my love. You can't be expected to know the location of every police box on every beat.
Patricia:
So Roly told me the way. Only...I sort of got a little lost on the way.
Roly:
Patricia, my darling...that's why I love you. Your terrible sense of direction is bewitching to me!
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Ryunosuke:
(Oh, please...)
Patricia:
So, I suppose I was gone for about fifteen minutes. But like I said, my Roly was at the scene the whole time, making sure nothing was disturbed!
Roly:
I was off duty at the time, of course, but...a true bobby is never really off duty, SAH!
Patricia:
I know what I saw. My eyes never let me down! ...My sense of direction is a little off sometimes, though.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Beate, nobody is questioning what you've told us.
Patricia:
I saw it, I did! That evening, I saw it clearly! That little Eastern man with the whiskers and the funny curved back, slinking away from the scene!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Patricia:
And I know what I didn't see, as well. I didn't see any flaming books or knives flying through the sky!
Ryunosuke:
...All very clear. You, you also mentioned something about having a poor sense of direction?
Patricia:
Oh...yes...well. That's a little embarrassing, really. I'm always ending up at the wrong place when I've made arrangements to meet Roly. He gets ever so cross!
Pursue Roly Beate
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Constable Beate! ...Is there a problem?
Roly:
......... Eh? Ah...hm? Ah, no sah... No problem, sah.
Ryunosuke:
Did your wife's remark just now bring something to mind, perhaps?
Roly:
Oh, um...well...in a way, sah...yes, sah. I, I was just remembering that the same thing happened that evening, is all.
Ryunosuke:
...! You mean, Mrs Beate lost her way? On the night of the incident?
Roly:
Well, you see, I sent her off to find a police box in the next beat over from mine. But she was gone a fair bit longer than what I was expecting. I thought she'd be back inside ten minutes, but my darling was gone a good fifteen.
Patricia:
Oh, Roly! You're such a tease! But the reason I was so long was because of the bouquet, silly.
Roly:
...The bouquet?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, what bouquet are you talking about?
Patricia:
Oh, it was a present for our wedding anniversary. ...Roly's so romantic! He saved up for it with farthings and ha'pennies he found in the gutter while doing his rounds!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...how romantic!
Patricia:
I'd forgotten all about it until just now. ...Had you, my darling?
Roly:
Aaaaaaaaah! Hm? ...Ah! Oh, yes... But that...was just...between us... No talking about it to anyone else, darling. You have to promizzz...
Patricia:
Really? ...Oh.
Ryunosuke:
(What was that all about? Constable Beate looked very obviously troubled during that exchange...)
Susato:
I'm afraid I can't offer any useful insight, Mr Naruhodo. But I'm quite sure of one thing: We have to ask Mrs Beate about the bouquet!
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Beate! This bouquet you just mentioned... I'd like you to add details about it to your testimony, please.
Patricia:
Oh, really?! Yes, I'd love to!
Van Zieks:
.........
Changes statement from "I know what I saw. My eyes never let me down! ...My sense of direction is a little off sometimes, though." to "What happened was, I dropped my bouquet and ended up losing my way for a while."
Ryunosuke:
Oh well...we've all made mistakes like that from time to time, I'm sure!
Patricia:
...I got the wrong church on the day of our wedding, I remember. It caused a terrible kerfuffle. I very nearly got married to someone I'd never even met before!
Judge:
That would most certainly not do, madam. Anyway...continue with your testimony, please, Constable.
Roly:
Yes, SAH!
Patricia:
What happened was, I dropped my bouquet and ended up losing my way for a while.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You mean you dropped the bouquet at the scene of the crime?
Patricia:
Yes, that's right. Oh, I was so upset. When we ran over and saw it was a woman with a knife in her back... ...I was so shocked, I dropped the bouquet Roly gave me. It was in a dark spot where the streetlights weren't casting any light, so I didn't notice at first.
Ryunosuke:
And then you went to the police box to report it to the policeman whose beat it was on?
Patricia:
Yes! And I came back to the scene together with the other constable, you see. That's when I spotted my bouquet again. But the funny thing was, when I went to pick it up... ...it was nowhere near the victim's body at all!
Van Zieks:
...In case you need reminding, Mrs Beate, the victim is not deceased.
Patricia:
I was all flustered for a moment before I heard a voice calling me from the other side of the road.
Ryunosuke:
...Your husband, presumably?
Patricia:
That's right! Silly me, I'd gone over to the wrong side of the street! Although I'm going to blame the bouquet this time. I can't think how it got there, I really can't.
Ryunosuke:
(So the bouquet somehow moved from one side of Briar Road to the opposite...)
Judge:
Hmmm...curious indeed.
Patricia:
Isn't it? ...But the worst of it is, I forgot to pick the bouquet up again when we left the scene! That beautiful rose Roly bought me! With that change from the gutter he spent so long collecting!
Van Zieks:
......... By 'bouquet'... ...do you perhaps mean this sorry, solitary rose?
Patricia:
Oh! OOOOOOH! Yes! Yes, that's it! That's the bouquet Roly bought me for our anniversary...with old bits of change he found in the gutter!
Ryunosuke:
...Maybe just call it a rose.
Judge:
Tell us, Lord van Zieks, where did you come by the flower?
Van Zieks:
According to the report by the police officer in charge of the crime scene investigation... ...it was found on the edge of the pavement in front of the Garrideb household.
Ryunosuke:
(In front of the Garridebs' house?)
Van Zieks:
Although it wasn't noticed until the morning, as it lay where the streetlamps cast no light. It was believed to be of no relevance to the case, since it was found on the opposite side of the thoroughfare.
Patricia:
Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you! Could I have it back now, please?
Judge:
Hm... No, I think for good measure, this rose should be added to the Court Record as evidence.
Patricia:
Oh.
The anniversary bouquet has been entered into the Court Record.
Patricia:
But...it's a symbol of our love... I want it back after the trial! Do you hear me? I want it back!
Judge:
Good grief! Rest, rest assured that I shall do my very best not to forget, Mrs Beate.
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You mean you dropped the bouquet at the scene of the crime?
Patricia:
Yes, that's right. Oh, I was so upset. When we ran over and saw it was a woman with a knife in her back... ...I was so shocked, I dropped the bouquet Roly gave me. It was in a dark spot where the streetlights weren't casting any light, so I didn't notice at first.
Ryunosuke:
And then you went to the police box to report it to the policeman whose beat it was on?
Patricia:
Yes! And I came back to the scene together with the other constable, you see. That's when I spotted my bouquet again. But the funny thing was, when I went to pick it up... ...it was nowhere near the victim's body at all!
Van Zieks:
...In case you need reminding, Mrs Beate, the victim is not deceased.
Patricia:
I was all flustered for a moment before I heard a voice calling me from the other side of the road.
Ryunosuke:
...Your husband, presumably?
Patricia:
That's right! Silly me, I'd gone over to the wrong side of the street! Although I'm going to blame the bouquet this time. I can't think how it got there, I really can't.
Ryunosuke:
(So the bouquet somehow moved from one side of Briar Road to the opposite...)
Judge:
Hmmm...curious indeed.
Examine evidence
Anniversary Bouquet
Rose flower
Susato:
An English rose... It's such a beautiful flower.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, this is a rose, is it? I've never seen one before.
Susato:
Do you not take an interest in flowers, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I wouldn't say that exactly. But I do know three types, at least.
Susato:
Gosh...three?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, plum blossom, peach blossom and cherry blossom.
Susato:
Perhaps...you should consider branching out? Learning some that aren't fruit tree-based, for example?
Wrapped paper or ribbon
Ryunosuke:
It's very stylish paper the flower's wrapped in, isn't it?
Susato:
It's...just an old newspaper, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... I suppose it's because I'm not used to seeing English print. It looks so exotic to me!
Susato:
Ah, I...see...
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong?
Susato:
Oh! No no. I was just thinking that if you wrapped a stone-baked sweet potato in English newspaper... ...it might look like some sort of fancy cake.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, Susato-san, you do love your cakes...)
Roly:
I didn't take my eye off the crime scene for one moment, sah! Nothing strange to report on that front, sah!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
'Nothing to report'...?
Roly:
That's correct, sah. I had my eyes wide open the entire time. Never looked away for a second. No one else approached the scene, and nothing was removed from it. I can swear to that on the Yard's honour, SAH!
Ryunosuke:
Really? That...seems a little strange.
Roly:
Beg your pardon, sah? Strange, sah? Seems altogether regular to me.
Ryunosuke:
This burnt copy of 'The Lion's Pride' was originally in the Garrideb household. So the question remains, how did it find its way into the hand of the victim? Can you shed any light on that, seeing as you were at the scene of the crime the entire time?
Roly:
......... ...Ah-ha! Could it be a different copy, sah? One that just happened to be burnt as well?
Ryunosuke:
Even if that were possible, why would the victim have been gripping a book like that in her hand? As we can see from this photographic print, she had a bag over her shoulder.
Roly:
......... Well, SAH! That book was in the lady's hand from the moment we arrived at the scene.
Ryunosuke:
...Is that so? (There's something about this statement that's not sitting right with me. The two mysteries of how that knife ended up in her back, and how that book ended up in her hand... There must be some common thread between them...)
If first statement has been pressed and Patricia Beate has been correctly pursued
Patricia:
Um, can I ask you something? ...Please, Mr Lawyer, sir!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...yes, of course. What is it?
Patricia:
You're, you're doubting us, aren't you? I can tell!
Ryunosuke:
What?! I, I wasn't really... I mean... (What's she doing?)
Patricia:
Please. Just because I'm a woman, it doesn't make my testimony any less valuable. You might just see me as the wife of a policeman, but I'm a woman of my word, I am!
Ryunosuke:
I...I really don't remember ever suggesting that I doubted you...
Patricia:
No excuses! I don't want to hear it! My voice will be heard! My Lord, you'll let me speak, won't you?
Judge:
Yes, Mrs Beate, I will allow you to supplement your testimony if you so desire. ...Sometimes the path of least resistance is the sage one.
Ryunosuke:
(That was a very loud mutter...)
Patricia:
I heard that! That Japanese man thinks a policeman's wife's word counts for nothing, does he? Well watch out, sir! I might let you get away with something like that, but my Roly won't!
Ryunosuke:
...Duly noted, Mrs Beate. Please, I humbly ask you to continue...
Susato:
What could she possibly be about to say, I wonder...?
Adds statement: "I know what I saw. My eyes never let me down! ...My sense of direction is a little off sometimes, though."
Present Anniversary Bouquet
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You claim, Constable Beate, there was 'nothing to report' in the fifteen or so minutes you were guarding the scene."
Before Anniversary Bouquet is added to the Court Record
Susato:
I'm so sorry, Mr Naruhodo. I had no right to speak out.
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What do you mean?
Susato:
I requested the cross-examination of Mrs Garrideb without consulting you. ...Even if the judge did deny me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. Well, I agree with you. We do need testimony from Mrs Garrideb... ...if we're ever going to get to the truth of this matter.
Susato:
...! Do you really think so?
Ryunosuke:
Well, think about it. No matter how far it is across the road or how that window opens... ...Mr Garrideb's book found its way to the scene of the crime somehow, didn't it?
Susato:
You're right!
Ryunosuke:
And then there was Mrs Garrideb's reaction to me showing her the knife. ...The woman's hiding something, I'm sure of it.
Susato:
You're right again!
Ryunosuke:
We need to use this cross-examination to uncover more clues. We'll get to the bottom of this one way or another, I swear!
Susato:
Yes!
After Anniversary Bouquet is added to the Court Record
Susato:
Well, Mr Naruhodo... What do you make of all this?
Ryunosuke:
Hm, yes... ...the whole idea of an invisible attacker has been troubling me all along. But I believe I'm starting to get a picture of what really happened here now.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
The fourth book that had no business being at the scene of the crime... ...made me sure that Mrs Garrideb was hiding something from us. But it's becoming increasingly clear...that someone else has been hiding something from us as well. (I think I may already be armed with everything I need to strike a decisive blow here. This time...it's going to expose the whole truth about this mysterious affair.)
Ryunosuke:
You claim, Constable Beate, there was 'nothing to report' in the fifteen or so minutes you were guarding the scene. But that cannot be.
Roly:
.........
Patricia:
What...what do you mean to say?
Ryunosuke:
In your testimony just now, Mrs Beate, you explained to the court... ...that when you arrived back at the scene of the crime with the policeman assigned to that beat... ...the bouquet you had dropped at the victim's side was no longer anywhere nearby.
Van Zieks:
 
Van Zieks:
Yes, on the opposite side of Briar Road to where the victim was attacked. But considering the size of that meagre 'bouquet' - if a single, sorry bloom can be so described... ...no doubt it was blown in the wind across the street, back into the gutter where it belongs.
Patricia:
Meagre...?
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
But if that were the case... ...why did Constable Beate not testify to the fact?
Van Zieks:
...!
Susato:
'No one else approached the scene, and nothing was removed from it.' Constable Beate swore to that on Scotland Yard's honour.
Patricia:
But the bouquet belonged to me! It has nothing to do with the case. That's...that's why Roly didn't mention it, I'm sure!
Ryunosuke:
No, because sadly it's not only your bouquet we're talking about here. More than one thing in this case is mysteriously the wrong way round!
Van Zieks:
What are you talking about?
Ryunosuke:
Think about it... Besides Mrs Beate's bouquet...there's Mr Garrideb's book! Mr Garrideb's copy of 'The Lion's Pride', which was thrown out of the window by his wife... ...would have struck the pane of the casement window and landed here, on the west side of the street. And yet... ...it was actually found here, on the opposite side of the road, in the victim's hand. Meanwhile, according to the testimony we've heard, Mrs Beate's bouquet... ...should have been dropped here, at the scene of the crime, on the east end of the street. But in fact... ...it was actually found here, on the opposite side of the road, in front of Mr and Mrs Garrideb's house. There's no logical explanation for those things... ...unless somebody deliberately moved them!
Patricia:
What are you trying to say? The way you're talking, it sounds like you think my Roly's done something wrong!
Juror No. 4:
Don't you listen to a word that scrawny lawyer says! Wittering on about books and bouquets... Why should we care? It's nitpicking, that's what it is!
Ryunosuke:
(...Oh good. Mrs Garrideb's come round.) You might call it nitpicking, Mrs Garrideb... ...but deliberately meddling with the scene of a crime is a criminal offence. It's called, um...
Susato:
...'Tampering', Mr Naruhodo.
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Ryunosuke:
But the person responsible for this tampering cannot admit to it... ...for a very subtle, but compelling reason.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
'Tampering'? You've barely heard the term before! Tell us, my learned friend, who would possibly have had cause to carry out such an elaborate deception?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, there is someone who tampered with the scene of the crime that evening. All the evidence and all the testimony points to that one particular person...)
Judge:
Counsel, I must demand that you substantiate this conjecture. Who are you saying is responsible for tampering with the scene of the crime? 
Present Roly Beate profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Obviously, there's only one person it could have been."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
(No, no, no, no, no! There's only one person who could have done this!)
Judge:
...Do you intend to share your internal monologue, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, My Lord, I was just taking a moment to get things straight in my mind.
Van Zieks:
And for that moment of wasted court's time...you will pay the price!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (Is it me or are things getting more strict around here?)
Susato:
What you were thinking is right, Mr Naruhodo. There is only one person who had the opportunity to tamper with the scene of the crime. There can be no mistake!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I, I thought so! (There's no point overthinking this. There's really only one option.)
Judge:
I need an answer, Counsel.
Leads back to:
"Who are you saying is responsible for tampering with the scene of the crime?
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, there's only one person it could have been. Constable Roly Beate, it was you!
Judge:
What?! A policeman?! A member of Scotland Yard?
Patricia:
What nonsense! Why would my Roly do something like that? There's no one straighter than my husband! No bobby works more tirelessly for the people of London!
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Beate... ...you said in your testimony that your husband asked you to go to a nearby police box to fetch the officer on duty. The fifteen minutes that you were absent from the scene is the only opportunity anyone had to tamper with it.
Patricia:
You're making it up! It's all nonsense! It's all lies! What about that Japanese man with the whiskers? I bet it was him! He did it!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
If that was true, Constable Beate would have seen him do it!
Patricia:
Oh...
Susato:
And forgive me for pointing it out, but when you dropped your bouquet, Mrs Beate... ...it was after the defendant had fled the scene.
Patricia:
Argh! Well...well...
Van Zieks:
 
Van Zieks:
First you make accusations about the landlord and his wife...and now you incriminate a policeman as well. But your accusations lack one very important thing.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
You claim the crime scene was tampered with. But there is only one reason anyone would commit such a reckless crime: To hide something.
Patricia:
That's right! He's right! But my husband and I just happened to be there, that's all! So why would we have anything to hide? It doesn't make sense!
Van Zieks:
You've offered no motive for this alleged tampering. And until you do...your accusations are nothing but empty threats!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Constable Beate had a very good reason for wanting to tamper with the scene of the crime. That's the key to this entire affair.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, have you...? Have you managed to solve this mystery?
Judge:
Counsel, you have made a very serious accusation against a London police officer. If you are mistaken, I'm sure I need not point out that your reputation as a lawyer will be irrevocably damaged. ...With that stark warning in mind, you will now explain to the court the motive for this alleged tampering.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. ......... Constable Beate's motive for tampering with the crime scene was to hide...
Where the book fell
Ryunosuke:
...Where the book fell to the ground. That's what he had to cover up at all costs.
Van Zieks:
......... And why, exactly?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?! Oh, well, of course, the reason is...erm... .........
Van Zieks:
Do you have something to hide, my learned friend? For it seems you're unwilling to share the reason with the court.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Or could it be, perhaps...that no reason exists?
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (He didn't even try to hide his displeasure...)
Leads back to:
"Counsel, you have made a very serious accusation against a London police officer."
Where the bouquet fell
Ryunosuke:
...Where the bouquet fell to the ground. That's what he had to cover up at all costs.
Van Zieks:
......... And why, exactly?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?! Oh, well, of course, the reason is...erm... .........
Van Zieks:
Do you have something to hide, my learned friend? For it seems you're unwilling to share the reason with the court.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Or could it be, perhaps...that no reason exists?
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (He didn't even try to hide his displeasure...)
Leads back to:
"Counsel, you have made a very serious accusation against a London police officer."
Where the victim fell
Leads to:
"...Where the victim fell to the ground!"
Ryunosuke:
...Where the victim fell to the ground! That is what this bobby had to cover up at all costs!
Van Zieks:
What?!
Patricia:
Where the victim fell? You, you mean where she was attacked? What are you talking about? We told you at the very start, didn't we?! On the pavement of Briar Road! We saw it happen, remember? It was right here...as if anyone didn't already know!
Ryunosuke:
...That's certainly what everybody has been led to believe. But in fact...that isn't where the victim was stabbed at all.
Patricia:
Wha...? WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
I'm beginning to wonder where this tumultuous trial will end, Counsel.
Van Zieks:
If that's your assertion...then the court is dying to know, my Nipponese friend... ...where are you proposing that the crime actually took place that evening?
Present sidewalk next to Mr Natsume's Lodgings
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"But, but that's..."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The crime in fact took place...here!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
With that answer, it's now entirely unambiguous! The scene of the crime...is this very courtroom!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
Or to be more precise... ...in the exact location where that student in mourning dress stands.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Judge:
Hmph. And the criminal must be duly punished for his sins.
Ryunosuke:
GYAAAAAARGH!
Susato:
Now we've been condemned, there is nothing more to say. Except perhaps... ...'That behaviour was really very out of character for the accused, My Lord.'
Ryunosuke:
Alright! I'll think again...
Leads back to:
"I'm beginning to wonder where this tumultuous trial will end, Counsel."
Judge:
But, but that's...
Van Zieks:
On the opposite side of the road?
Patricia:
I, I don't understand...
Ryunosuke:
On the evening in question... ...Mr Garrideb's book fell directly down from the open window above. And your bouquet, Mrs Beate, never moved at all. What did move...was the scene of the crime itself!
Judge:
Good... GOOD GRACIOUS!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Perhaps you haven't been listening to the ample testimony the court has heard. But these witnesses both saw the moment the attack took place!
Patricia:
That's, that's right! I saw it! With my own eyes!
Ryunosuke:
It was five o'clock in the evening and already dark. There was the typical London fog on the ground. When you saw the incident unfold and ran to the victim's aid... ...that was actually on the west side of Briar Road.
Patricia:
No! That's not true! It, it can't have been!
Ryunosuke:
Constable Beate then arranged for you to be absent for a while by sending you for help. And during the fifteen minutes you were away, he transplanted the crime scene. He moved all the things shown in this print: the victim herself...the four books... He moved everything in fact...to the pavement on the east side of Briar Road!
Judge:
Extraordinary...
Ryunosuke:
But the constable overlooked one thing.
Patricia:
What? What did he overlook?
Van Zieks:
The bouquet, I presume?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly.
Susato:
The prosecution told the court just a few minutes ago about the discovery of the rose bouquet. Lord van Zieks said, 'It wasn't noticed until the morning, as it lay where the streetlamps cast no light.'
Judge:
Yes, it couldn't be seen in the dark, obviously.
Ryunosuke:
Which is why it was only the bouquet... ...that was found in its original position, on the pavement on the west side of Briar Road.
Patricia:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And that...is the defence's theory about what really happened that evening. How do you respond... ...Constable Roly Beate?
Roly:
......... Um...well...I'm... Very sorry. I didn't mean to nod off again. But I haven't slept properly...in a month. Did I miss...anything...important...?
Patricia:
Oh Roly... ...it isn't true, is it? What that lawyer said is all lies, isn't it? I know it is, because you're the most upstanding, righteous man I know!
Roly:
......... I had...a dream... A terrible dream... All the thingzzz...I did that night... Everything...come out... Everything...expozzz'd...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
...!
Roly:
Only...it seemzzz... ...it...wasn't a dream at all.
Judge:
Good... GOOD GOLLY! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! What on earth is the meaning of all this?
Patricia:
Oh Roly, why? Why would you do something like this? Moving a corpse is...is...is a criminal offence, isn't it?
Roly:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(...Wishing the victim dead should be one, too.)
Judge:
Constable, explain yourself! Why would you do this? As a respected member of Scotland Yard, your duty is to protect the good people of London town!
Roly:
......... I, I can't say...sah.
Judge:
WHAAAT?!
Roly:
I really am ever so sorry about all this. For damaging the Yard's reputation... For...for everything...
Ryunosuke:
......... I have a possible explanation.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
For why, on that particular evening... ...Constable Beate felt compelled to move the scene of the crime. I can think of one reason.
Van Zieks:
What?! How could you possibly know? You - a foreigner - presuming to understand the mind of a Scotland Yard policeman!
Judge:
And yet, Lord van Zieks, it is this foreigner who has uncovered the startling truth of the matter thus far.
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
I believe it would be beneficial to the court to hear this extraordinary young lawyer's theory. Counsel for the Defence, if you please...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
Now then...I think you had better show us some evidence.
Ryunosuke:
At once, My Lord. (England... Japan... It makes no difference where you come from, human emotions are the same. And I think I have a fairly good idea of the feelings behind this man's actions...)
Judge:
What gives away the motive for Constable Beate's unthinkable actions?
Present Warrant Card or Anniversary Bouquet
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"........."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It's this piece of evidence here! You see?
Judge:
...I'm sorry to say that I don't, Counsel.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
What I would like to know, my learned friend... ...is the motive for YOUR unthinkable actions. By which I mean that abysmal response!
Ryunosuke:
GYAAAAAAGH! (Maybe...I was too unthinking...?)
Susato:
England... Japan... It makes no difference where you come from, Mr Naruhodo. Human emotions are the same.
Ryunosuke:
That's...what I was thinking, yes.
Susato:
And I think you have a fairly good idea of the feelings behind Constable Beate's actions...don't you?
Ryunosuke:
...You seem to have a good idea of my own thoughts and feelings, Miss Susato. Perhaps too good an idea!
Susato:
Well...I heard you muttering to yourself before, you see...
Leads back to:
"Now then...I think you had better show us some evidence."
Ryunosuke:
......... I realise that I'm a foreigner in this land. And I have only just arrived from Japan. Which is why all this information about London's so-called 'bobbies' is completely new to me. I've learnt that, though honourable, 'patrolling the beat is the most demanding work in the world', for example.
Judge:
Keeping the peace, looking after the citizens on his beat in all kinds of ways... There's no doubt that the young bobby is charged with a great deal to do each day, certainly.
Ryunosuke:
But for Constable Beate, the day in question was special.
Judge:
Special? How?
Ryunosuke:
On account of this bouquet, My Lord.
Patricia:
Oh yes! It was our very first wedding anniversary!
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Constable Beate had worked so hard to be able to afford this simple gift for his wife... ...and was so looking forward to taking her out for a celebratory meal...
Van Zieks:
...When he and Mrs Beate stumbled upon a crime along Briar Road. When he saw that shadowy figure through the fog collapse on the pavement ahead of them... ...what must have gone through the man's mind?
Roly:
But SAH! Just on that one particular day, I was looking forward to celebrating my wedding anniversary. Mrs Beate puts up with a lot being married to a bobby like me. I wanted to show my dear wife how much I care!
Roly:
.........
Ryunosuke:
This is the warrant card that Constable Beate offered to lend to me earlier. Inside, among the rules for patrolling policemen, it says... ...'When a crime is discovered on his beat, a policeman must assist with initial investigations and help detectives.'
Judge:
Ah ha!
Ryunosuke:
Constable Beate... ...is that or is that not the reason why you moved the whole scene of the crime that day?
Roly:
......... Yes... Everything you said... It's all right...
Van Zieks:
......... So that's it... It was all to do with the boundary of your beat.
Patricia:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. To summarise... ...the incident actually occurred on Constable Beate's beat.
Judge:
Good gracious! Constable! Do you realise the gravity of what you have done?
Roly:
......... It...was the first time since I became a copper... ...that I'd ever cursed God. 'Stay close to me, Pat! The criminal could still be lurking somewhere!'
As we ran over to the scene, I had every intention of doing my duty as a police officer.
'We've got to report this to the station as quickly as possible!'
...But then it dawned on me. I realised where we were. Where the victim was lying. And what that meant for me.
'When a crime is discovered on his beat, a policeman must assist with initial investigations and help detectives.'
Why here? Why did this have to happen here? And why tonight of all nights?! ...Why...?
It's a copper's job to guard the scene of the crime, so... ...I told Pat she'd have to go to the nearest police box and fetch whoever was on duty there. It was then, when I opened my mouth to speak... It just...came out. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my own mouth! 'This is the next beat to mine, Pat. So you'll have to go [sic] the police box that covers it. Turn right along Meerschaum Street, and then... ............ ........ ......' ......... .........I'm...I'm... I'm sorry... I'm...so sorry...
Susato:
Oh, Constable...
Roly:
I...I just wanted... Just that one night... To take my Patricia out for dinner.
Patricia:
Oh Roly...
Roly:
Just that one night. .........
Van Zieks:
You knew that if the incident was on your beat, your evening of celebration would be ruined. And so you decided...to move the entire crime scene outside your jurisdiction. Just across the street, to the east pavement of Briar Road... which falls under the neighbouring beat's care.
Roly:
......... You see, I... I thought ...Well, I was sure the victim was dead, you see.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Patricia:
Oh, of course he did! Otherwise my Roly would never have left the poor woman on the freezing cold pavement!
Judge:
......... Ah, I see your meaning now.
Roly:
......... But God got me back for my sins, didn't He? That's why... That's why I missed the rose I bought for Pat.
Patricia:
Oh no, Roly! That was all my fault! I should never have dropped it in such a dark place... I'm so sorry, Roly!
Roly:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... And can you tell us, Constable... ...how many books did you move from the one side of the road to the other in total?
Roly:
Hm? Oh! ...Um... Four, it was. Yes, sah. ...Definitely...four.
Susato:
Three of them dropped by Mr Natsume, and the fourth... ...being the one that fell from the window upstairs in the Garrideb household, of course.
Ryunosuke:
But...what made you place that book in the victim's hand? When all the others were scattered haphazardly around, I mean.
Roly:
Oh, well, sah... That's because that's how I found it.
Van Zieks:
'How you found it'? What do you mean?
Roly:
When we first ran over to the scene... ...the victim was already holding the book. So...when I moved everything, I made sure it was still in her hand.
Ryunosuke:
You're sure it was this book - 'The Lion's Pride' - that the victim was holding?
Roly:
Oh yes, sah. No doubt about it...sah...
Ryunosuke:
(Hm...interesting...)
The fourth book's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Roly:
......... I thought it was an open-and-shut case at the time, you see. There were only the two people at the scene. And Pat and me both saw it happen. However which way you looked at it, it had to be the fellow who ran off who'd done it...I thought. I couldn't see the harm, really. I didn't think moving it all over the road would make a jot of difference. I... I suppose this is it for me now. I've had it...
.........
Van Zieks:
My Lord...
Judge:
Yes, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
I believe...that concludes the cross-examination of the witnesses.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Constable...you may withdraw.
Roly:
Yes, SAH!
Patricia:
Um, Mr Prosecutor, sir... ...what will become of my Roly? What will happen to him?
Van Zieks:
......... For now, you are free to go home. The police will contact you in due course.
Patricia:
Please...don't punish my husband! This, this was all my fault! It's because I'm always moaning at him for coming home late!
Roly:
Leave it now, Pat. ...Let's go home. I'm...tired...
Patricia:
...Alright then, my love.
Van Zieks:
One last thing, Constable...
Roly:
Sah?!
Van Zieks:
Let this be a lesson to you. In a criminal investigation, every detail matters, however insignificant it may seem to you.
Roly:
Yes...sah...
Van Zieks:
Carve that lesson in your mind. And never again make the mistake of tampering with the scene of a crime.
Roly:
Ah?! N-Never again, sah? You, you mean to say...?
Van Zieks:
Leave. Now. This trial is not yet over.
Roly:
Uh...um... SAAAH!
Judge:
Well, quite a startling revelation, I must say. Whoever thought of a third party transplanting the entire scene of a crime like that!
Van Zieks:
Indeed, My Lord. Nevertheless, there are some immutable facts here. Principally... ...that the accused, Mr Soseki Natsume, is the only person who could possibly have committed this crime.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No! I disagree. Now that we know the true scene of the incident...there is someone else. Another person who could be responsible for the knife in the victim's back!
Susato:
Forgive me for being presumptuous... ...but I believe the prosecution is probably well aware of this possibility already.
Judge:
Lord van Zieks! Is this true?
Van Zieks:
......... Very well. Name the person if you will. And if further investigation is warranted... ...the prosecution has no objection to the trial continuing.
Judge:
You will name this 'other person' who could have perpetrated the crime!
Present Joan Garrideb profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The defence would once again like to request the cross-examination of a new witness, My Lord!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Excuse me? I'm afraid I was unable to hear you, Counsel. Again, please, and louder this time.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
I dare say my learned friend's timid tone is a reflection of the confidence he has in his answer.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Hmph, so that's what all the sweat is about, is it?
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAGH! (We've already managed to establish where the victim actually collapsed. I'm sure that means... ...we must nearly be at the end of the line!)
Judge:
Counsel, I say again...
Leads back to:
"You will name this 'other person' who could have perpetrated the crime!"
Ryunosuke:
The defence would once again like to request the cross-examination of a new witness, My Lord!
Judge:
Once again?
Ryunosuke:
My assistant made the same request earlier. In order to finally reveal the truth about this case... ...it's imperative that we cross-examine juror number four...Mrs Joan Garrideb!
Juror No. 4:
Me? Me?! Oh dearie me!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
That request has already been denied!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But the situation is very different now! Mrs Garrideb, answer me this...
Juror No. 4:
What do you want now, you little toad?!
Ryunosuke:
At the time of the incident, you were engaged in a violent argument with your husband, Mr John Garrideb. In the course of the argument, a minor house fire was ignited... ...and to clear the smoke from the room, your husband opened a window that looks out over Briar Road.
Juror No. 4:
Well, what of it?!
Ryunosuke:
You threw this book at your husband, when he was cornered with his back against the window. Upon striking the pane of the open top-hinged casement window, the book plummeted directly down... ...finding its way... ...to what we now know to be the true scene of the incident.
Juror No. 4:
Yes, and as I said, what of it?
Ryunosuke:
During the argument, you were beside yourself with rage. As such, you threw not just books, but anything you could lay your hands on.
Juror No. 4:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So...let me ask you one more time, Mrs Garrideb... This knife - the one removed from the victim's back... Have you really never laid eyes on it before?
Juror No. 4:
Ah... ......... ............ ...I don't recall it.
Ryunosuke:
Seriously...?
Juror No. 4:
Am I supposed to remember everything I picked up and threw at my husband? And anyway, the man over there in all that regalia said members of the jury needn't testify, didn't he?
Ryunosuke:
...Conveniently, yes.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No! I have no recollection of saying that at all...juror number four.
Juror No. 4:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
Make no mistake... You jurors are not special in any way. You are not immune to the judicial process. If you know something about this knife, madam...let the truth come out.
Juror No. 4:
But! But that's just a common-or-garden knife! It could have come from anywhere. We have several like that at home. If, if one went missing... ...how would you expect me to know?!
Juror No. 3:
What's that?
Juror No. 5:
Are you joking?
Judge:
What are you saying, please, Mrs Garrideb?
Now you listen to me!
Juror No. 4:
I, I refuse to believe all this nonsense! I couldn't bear the thought that I'd injured someone. Do you hear? I couldn't bear it!
Susato:
Oh, the poor woman...
Juror No. 4:
So...yes! I want evidence! I want to see hard evidence if you're going to insist on this being my fault! You're going to have to prove to me that I threw that knife if that's what you think. Come along now! Chop chop! ...Do your worst!
Ryunosuke:
Um, well...
Susato:
Well, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
If, if I had evidence like that, believe me, I would have thrown it at her already!
Van Zieks:
Then take the stand, juror!
Juror No. 4:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution does not object to the defence's request to cross-examine this woman.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Lord van Zieks.
Juror No. 4:
I... I'm going to have to testify?
Judge:
Juror number four... ...as I'm sure you will appreciate, having observed it with your own eyes today... ...witness testimony can lead to the most extraordinary truths being unearthed. Truths of which the witnesses themselves may not even have been aware.
Juror No. 4:
Oh dearie me...
Judge:
So I demand your full and unadulterated testimony, Mrs Garrideb. And mark my words: In this court of law today...we shall extract the truth! Do you concur, Counsels?
Van Zieks:
Certainly, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um... ...That's what I'm hoping for, My Lord! (This is such a strange feeling... For the first time since arriving in this country, it actually feels real. I'm here, in the Old Bailey...and I'm a lawyer!)
Van Zieks:
Witness, state your name and occupation.
Joan:
Oh...ah... Yes, my name is Joan Garrideb... ...and I'm...um...well... I'm a juror...and suchlike.
Ryunosuke:
(It sounds like even she doesn't know if she's a housewife or a maid or what any more...)
Judge:
The court has decided your testimony is required in order to clarify matters in this case. ...Do you understand, madam?
Joan:
...Yes! ...My Lord!
Van Zieks:
You will tell the court everything that took place in your household on the evening in question. And I warn you... Do not attempt to hide the truth.
Joan:
Oh... Oh dearie me...
???:
...Chin up, Joanie. Nothing to worry about now.
Joan:
Oh! I didn't know you were here, John!
Garrideb:
Wasn't only you in the room that day, old thing, was it? Rather think I ought to testify as well, don't you?
Joan:
But...but what about your knee, dear?
Garrideb:
Don't you worry about that. Hardly notice it! I'm not the sort of chap to leave a comrade to face disciplinary action alone.
Joan:
Oh, John...
Judge:
I presume you are Mr John Garrideb?
Garrideb:
Yes, sir! Former second lieutenant of the third regiment of the 4th Northumberland Fusiliers. Sir! Seen my fair share of action and now living the quiet life, as it were.
Van Zieks:
...The quiet life? Were you not engaged in an incendiary battle with your spouse on the day in question?
Garrideb:
Ah...well...yes... Ahem! Quite.
Judge:
I believe this may represent a first in the proud history of the British court. Calling a juror to the witness stand is unprecedented. However, the court will hear your testimony now, juror number four, and that of your husband. You will recount clearly and concisely the events in your home at the time of the incident in question.
Garrideb:
Sir! At once!
Witness Testimony
- The Battle of Garrideb -
Garrideb:
Yes, on the day you're referring to, the wife and I did have a bit of a skirmish. Can't recall the reason now.
Knocked a candlestick over and set fire to the carpet! Soon had it out, though, and got the window open.
Joan:
Meanwhile...I was picking up whatever I could find to throw at him.
Garrideb:
Plenty of knives around our place. Can't say I'd notice if one or two went missing, I'm afraid.
If that bally thing in the victim's back really was one of ours, you'll have a job proving it, I think.
Judge:
Hmmm... It sounds as though it was quite the battlefield in your household that evening.
Van Zieks:
Although an entirely one-sided assault, it seems.
Garrideb:
The enemy caught us on the hop, sir. Had no choice but to dig in and take defensive measures. To be honest, if the enemy had kept shelling us for another minute, we'd have been toast. 'Course, a veteran such as myself... ...is only too aware that on every battlefield, you're just a gnat's whisker from death at any moment.
Ryunosuke:
...Are we still talking about a marital quarrel here?
Judge:
Well... ...I must say I'm dubious that this testimony will shed any light on the origins of this jackknife.
Van Zieks:
In combat, one's focus narrows such that surroundings are barely noticed. These witnesses may not be able to offer anything more than they have testified already. This may be a dead end.
Ryunosuke:
(Van Zieks may well be right.)
Susato:
Well, whatever the chances... ...we only have this last cross-examination to uncover the truth, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I'm afraid so.
Judge:
Very well, Counsel. Begin your cross-examination!
Cross-Examination
- The Battle of Garrideb -
Garrideb:
Yes, on the day you're referring to, the wife and I did have a bit of a skirmish. Can't recall the reason now.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The reason...is what you told us yesterday, I believe.
Susato:
Yes, that's right. If I remember correctly... ...it all started because of a note that was tucked into the pages of a book belonging to Mr Garrideb.
Ryunosuke:
A rather passionate note, in fact. But Mrs Garrideb found the note, discovering her husband's little secret.
Susato:
And she gave him a mighty number of slaps across the face for it, too!
Judge:
...What a sordid state of affairs.
Van Zieks:
...Hell on earth.
Garrideb:
......... I say! When a chap says he can't recall such things, it's common decency not to drag it all up! And besides, half of it was wide of the mark, anyway.
Joan:
A likely story!
Ryunosuke:
(...These waters run veeery deep.)
Judge:
And what transpired next, after these multiple blows to the face?
Garrideb:
Knocked a candlestick over and set fire to the carpet! Soon had it out, though, and got the window open.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And the fire also spread to some items of furniture, didn't it?
Garrideb:
The bookcase...my armchair... Anything of mine, really. Just so happens there was some bathwater around that evening, so I sloshed that about to put it out.
Judge:
...A most precarious situation you put yourself in.
Garrideb:
Ours is a three-storey town house on the west side of the street, where the water main isn't connected yet. Have to draw water from a public water pump during the day if you need any, you see.
Joan:
The lodgers are always moaning that they can't get any water at night. Although, that little moustached Japanese man buys water in bottles, I believe.
Ryunosuke:
The defendant, Mr Natsume, you mean?
Joan:
Yes. He receives a stipend for his studies, you know. From his home country. Can you imagine? Being able to brew a pot of tea at all hours... He's obviously very well off.
Ryunosuke:
(...Have you actually seen the state of the man?)
Susato:
I believe he uses all of his income to buy books.
Garrideb:
Well anyway, the point is, I was able to douse the fire with water, fortunately enough.
Joan:
Meanwhile...I was picking up whatever I could find to throw at him.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
...Even though the room was on fire?
Joan:
As far as I was concerned at the time... ...it was more important to extinguish my anger than the flames. When a woman wants to throw, she must throw!
Susato:
That is most certainly not true of a Susato Takedown, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(How did she know I was thinking that?) So...please cast your mind back and try to remember... Was a knife among the items that you threw at your husband that day?
Joan:
......... In all honesty, I don't recall. But I feel I must point out...that I'm no monster. Let me see... Some bread...a cabbage...garlic... A towel...and a sponge... A napkin...
Pursue John Garrideb (before Pipe is added to the Court Record)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add, sir?
Garrideb:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb!
Garrideb:
Hm? Eh! Don't shoot! ...Ah, sorry...I beg your pardon?
Ryunosuke:
Did your wife's remark just now bring something to mind?
Garrideb:
Nothing of any significance, no. Just that the barrage of projectiles the old thing launched in my direction... ...was somewhat more solid than she implies. Books...bricks...and the fire poker, I seem to recall.
Ryunosuke:
...Ouch.
Garrideb:
And the woman's aim is uncanny! She landed a direct hit with every bally- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! Good grief, woman! We're not at home now! This is a court of law!
Joan:
Oh dearie me! ...Ever so sorry, dear.
Ryunosuke:
(...What's she even doing with a teapot in here?)
Joan:
Honestly, John, I would never have thrown such things at you, obviously.
Garrideb:
Well take a look at this, then. How do you suppose that happened, hm?
Judge:
Your pipe, sir?
Garrideb:
Had this thing in my hand as usual at the time of the onslaught. Knocked it clean out with one of her 'soft' projectiles, she did! Yes... And when I went to pick the thing up, it was broken in two. ...I'd like to see a sponge do that sort of damage.
Ryunosuke:
I see, your pipe was broken...
Garrideb:
It would never have been sent flying unless it was hit by something pretty solid. Anyway, I've managed to bandage the thing up for now.
Joan:
Haah...you are one to exaggerate, aren't you, dear?
Ryunosuke:
(Hm...I wonder what we should make of this account...)
It could be important
Ryunosuke:
The defence believes Mr Garrideb's remarks just now to be of great significance!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This war veteran's words only tell us one thing: Betray a fiery wife, and pipes, as well as hearts, may be broken. Sentimental wisdom, perhaps...but hardly worthy of adding to the formal testimony.
Judge:
Indeed. Common sense, one might say.
Ryunosuke:
(...Might one?)
Susato:
In that case, would you at least permit us to examine the pipe, sir?
Garrideb:
Hm? Well, I...don't see why not.
Joan:
Oh dearie me! There you go again, trying to ingratiate yourself with a young lady...
Judge:
Very well, the court will accept the gentleman's pipe as evidence.
The pipe has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
I hope I didn't speak out of turn, Mr Naruhodo. I, I was just feeling rather disappointed for you that your request was turned down.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, it's fine. (Thanks to Susato-san, we have some new evidence to work with. We should examine it carefully.)
Judge:
Well, thank you for that...rebuttal, Mr Garrideb. Now, if we could return to the crux of the matter. What can you tell the court about the knife used to attack the victim?
Leads back to cross-examination
It's insignificant
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know much about pipes... ...but it's hard to see how what Mr Garrideb just said could be of any real significance.)
Judge:
Well, thank you for that...rebuttal, Mr Garrideb. Now, if we could return to the crux of the matter. What can you tell the court about the knife used to attack the victim?
Leads back to cross-examination
Joan:
It was really only soft items I was throwing. And I was really most restrained. The majority of them barely hit John. ...He is my husband, after all.
Judge:
I see, Mrs Garrideb. Your thoughtfulness and consideration for your spouse is...apparent.
Ryunosuke:
What about you, Mr Garrideb? Do you remember what your wife threw at you?
Garrideb:
Well, I recall 'The Lion's Pride', of course. Jolly good book. Only just purchased it, too.
Ryunosuke:
...And a jolly good book for burning, it seems.
Garrideb:
But it was a dashed awful scene on the battlefield, I can tell you. Flames everywhere...smoke billowing... Couldn't see a bally thing, really. I dare say I wouldn't even have noticed a knife bouncing off the old bonce.
Ryunosuke:
...I don't think they tend to bounce, actually.
Examine evidence
Pipe
Bandage
Ryunosuke:
It looks to be in a sorry state with that bandage around it, doesn't it? But for some reason, it's slightly ominous to me. Like it's trying to shout out a warning. Probably because it's the same blue as Mr Garrideb's dressing gown...
Susato:
I suppose it must have considerable sentimental value to Mr Garrideb... ...given that he's gone to the trouble of repairing it like this.
Ryunosuke:
(Either that, or he can't afford to replace it.)
Metal inside chamber
Ryunosuke:
Oh...something just twinkled inside the chamber of the pipe there.
Susato:
Yes, I saw it. Something's stuck in there, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Let's turn it over and give it a shake... Wh...What's this?
Susato:
It's a tiny fragment of metal! It...looks like the tip of a blade or something.
Ryunosuke:
The tip of a blade? (Surely...it couldn't be...?)
The fragment of metal has been entered into the Court Record.
Fragment of Metal
Anywhere (before examining tip of blade on Jackknife)
Ryunosuke:
This is the tiny piece of metal we found in the chamber of Mr Garrideb's pipe.
Susato:
It...looks like the tip of a blade or something.
Ryunosuke:
The tip of a blade? .........
Susato:
Is something wrong, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't really know... There's just something niggling me, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.
Susato:
Perhaps in that case... ...it would be wise to examine some of the other pieces of evidence again?
Anywhere (after examining tip of blade on Jackknife)
Ryunosuke:
This is the tiny piece of metal we found in the chamber of Mr Garrideb's pipe. And what a stroke of luck that it's a perfect fit with the broken tip of the jackknife!
Susato:
It's extraordinary, isn't it? And fills me with a sense of awe. It's surely proof that miracles really can happen.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, a more miraculous proof I couldn't ask for...)
Jackknife
Blade, then tip of blade (after Fragment of Metal is added to the Court Record)
Susato:
Oh, look here, Mr Naruhodo, just at the tip... A small piece of the blade appears to be missing.
Ryunosuke:
(Wait...part of it's missing?) I could be wrong, but I've just got a feeling... You remember this?
Susato:
Ah! That's... That's the tiny fragment of metal that we found inside Mr Garrideb's pipe!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and just maybe... .........
Susato:
Oh my! It's a perfect fit!
Ryunosuke:
(...Somehow, I just knew it.)
Tip of blade (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Who would have thought that the tiny piece of metal we found in Mr Garrideb's pipe... ...would be a perfect fit for the missing tip of the knife from the victim's back?
Susato:
It's extraordinary, isn't it? And fills me with a sense of awe. It's surely proof that miracles really can happen.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, a more miraculous proof I couldn't ask for...)
Garrideb:
Plenty of knives around our place. Can't say I'd notice if one or two went missing, I'm afraid.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? ...Would you care to elaborate?
Garrideb:
Nothing to say, really. Rather partial to a spot of carving, you see. Pipes and whatnot. Fishing tackle. You know the sort of thing.
Joan:
It's a passion we both share. I like to carve little wooden trinkets, too. And then there's my leatherwork.
Garrideb:
Sorry to say we're always losing knives about the place. And we have dozens of the things.
Joan:
They sell them at the market, sometimes. Twenty for the price of nineteen. Needless to say, I snap them up! John prefers to use two knives at meal times too, instead of a knife and fork.
Garrideb:
Now now, Joan, we don't want people thinking I'm some kind of savag- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Ryunosuke:
(...Here we go again with the scaldings. Why are they being so evasive?)
Susato:
I imagine it's because they don't want to believe it. They can't bear the thought that it might have been one of their knives that injured the victim.
Ryunosuke:
(Which is entirely understandable, of course. But still...)
Van Zieks:
Go on with your testimony, witnesses.
Garrideb:
Sir!
Garrideb:
If that bally thing in the victim's back really was one of ours, you'll have a job proving it, I think.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you have no intention of admitting it was your knife... unless we can produce proof?
Garrideb:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Even though there is no other credible possibility if Mr Natsume is innocent?!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
You forget, my Nipponese friend... ...that it has yet to be established that the accused is not responsible for the attack.
Ryunosuke:
...As if I could forget. (If only there was some way to know who had handled the knife. But I suppose wizardry like that is just a dream...)
Susato:
Perhaps you're thinking of fingerprinting, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
What?! You, you mean...it's not a dream? That sort of wizardry really exists?!
Susato:
Whenever people touch anything, they leave behind a unique pattern from their skin...or so they say.
Ryunosuke:
...But I can't see anything.
Van Zieks:
There are already countries in the world where these so-called fingerprints can be used as evidence. Lord Stronghart is currently discussing the matter at the Ministry of Justice.
Judge:
Yes, I believe we are rapidly approaching an era of scientific methods of investigation.
Susato:
But for now...we shall have to find an alternative method of proving our assertion. That this knife found in the victim's back was originally in Mr and Mrs Garrideb's house.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... If only I could transplant this whole incident to several years in the future...
Present Fragment of Metal
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr Garrideb. Could I ask you to take a good look at this, please?"
Ryunosuke:
(...That's the extent of their testimony, is it?)
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well...I think we've heard all this before, to be honest. I can't say I'm particularly confident that we'll be able to prove anything new from this testimony.
Susato:
But...in this cross-examination it's absolutely essential... ...that we establish how this knife came to be at the scene of the incident.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I know...
Susato:
......... I'm sure both of them must be feeling very worried. Worried that it was in fact a knife belonging to one of them that caused the victim's injury.
Ryunosuke:
If we could find even a tiny shred of evidence to support that theory... ...it would clinch this trial for us. It would explain everything.
Susato:
Yes...it would.
Ryunosuke:
(So, for Soseki-san's sake, we must. We must find that last crucial piece of evidence!)
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb. Could I ask you to take a good look at this, please?
Garrideb:
......... You can ask, but I can't see a bally thing.
Ryunosuke:
You can't?
Garrideb:
Used to call me 'Deadeye 'Deb' back in the regiment of course. ...But that was some time ago now. Even when I'm trying to enjoy a large-print book by the fire these days... ...I struggle to tell a 'b' from a 'd' and a 'p' from a 'q', to be honest.
Joan:
Oh, he does. Dearie me, it's rather wearing being asked about every other letter in every other word.
Ryunosuke:
...You must 'de' very 'dusy'.
Van Zieks:
What is that? A tiny scrap of metal?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Almost certainly from the tip of a blade. And what may appear at first to be just a tiny scrap...is in fact a crucial piece of evidence!
Van Zieks:
......... Interesting. And where did the defence come by this evidence?
Ryunosuke:
It was lodged in the chamber of Mr Garrideb's pipe.
Garrideb:
My pipe, you say? By Jove, I wonder how that got there.
Judge:
And what precisely does this fragment of metal signify, Counsel? Are you suggesting that it is in some way related to the matter of the stabbing on Briar Road?
Ryunosuke:
......... I am!
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
When put together with another piece of evidence already in the Court Record... ...I believe this tiny fragment of metal will unravel the whole truth of this case, My Lord.
Judge:
Hm, you appear rather confident in that extraordinary statement, Counsel. Very well then, present the pertinent evidence to the court! What evidence, when paired with this fragment of metal, allegedly reveals the truth of this entire case?
Present Jackknife
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This is the knife that was found in the victim's back."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
...Actually, no. That's not it!
Judge:
......... Do you care to explain yourself?
Ryunosuke:
Ah...sorry. I, I was just thinking to myself... ...and it sort of slipped out.
Judge:
Here in Great Britain, sir, gentlemen keep their thoughts to themselves.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, of course. We do in the Empire of Japan as well usually, too.
Van Zieks:
Then you shouldn't mind paying the price for shocking the court with that ludicrous outburst.
Ryunosuke:
(Shocking the court? You didn't even raise an eyebrow.)
Susato:
We should be able to prove what this fragment of metal really is. The answer is in the Court Record somewhere, I'm quite sure.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, I just need to calm down and have another careful look through all the evidence.)
Leads back to:
"Very well then, present the pertinent evidence to the court!"
Ryunosuke:
This is the knife that was found in the victim's back. If you look closely, you will see that there is a small piece at the tip of the blade that is missing.
Van Zieks:
A common issue with the inferior blades sold at unsavoury street markets. Criminals who use them regularly leave the tips lodged in their victims' bones.
Judge:
And what of this particular knife?
Van Zieks:
No doubt its tip has suffered a similar fate, now languishing somewhere near the spine of the victim.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No! That's not the case.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
The tip of this particular knife's blade... ...is the very fragment of metal we discovered in the chamber of Mr Garrideb's pipe!
Garrideb:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
Argh...!
Judge:
Good grief! Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
I, I don't believe it! The knife from the crime scene and this fragment of metal... ...are a perfect match!
Judge:
Good... GOOD GOLLY GOSH!!! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Is, is this...some sort of Eastern sorcery?
Van Zieks:
......... This is no magic, My Lord. This...is a miracle.
Judge:
A miracle?
Ryunosuke:
(So van Zieks has figured it out, has he?)
Judge:
Counsel! Explain this extraordinary coincidence at once!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord! The crucial point we have to ask ourselves here... ...is when did the fragment of metal find its way inside Mr Garrideb's pipe?
Susato:
Something that was clarified for us in the most recent witness testimony.
Garrideb:
Had this thing in my hand as usual at the time of the onslaught. Knocked it clean out with one of her 'soft' projectiles, she did! Yes... It would never have been sent flying unless it was hit by something pretty solid.
Garrideb:
Oh...dearie...me...
Ryunosuke:
During the argument between these two that occurred just as the victim was on the pavement below... ...Mrs Garrideb flung this knife at her husband. However... ...the knife missed Mr Garrideb, instead striking the pipe in his hand at the time.
Van Zieks:
Which caused the tip to break off... Of course.
Judge:
Good Lord!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And that is when the tiny tip of the blade... ...found its way inside Mr Garrideb's pipe!
Garrideb:
The...the chances of that are a million to one!
Ryunosuke:
And yet there's no other credible explanation for how the tip of the blade ended up in your pipe. Then, after losing its tip, the knife ricocheted off the pipe and flew out of the open window.
Garrideb:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
In short! This knife, which fell from the window of the Garridebs' house... ...is the very same knife that struck the victim in the middle of the back on the street below!
Joan:
Oh gosh! Oh dear! Oh... ...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...A full-bodied theory, I'll give you that.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
A complex bouquet of seemingly trivial points, plausibly arranged to create an almost passable vintage. Allow me to toast my learned friend's characteristically Nipponese approach to bottling his argument.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
But after all, it is just a theory. The bottle, I fear, is corked. Because you see... ...it's spoilt by an insurmountable inconsistency!
Ryunosuke:
An insurmountable... ...WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??!!!
Judge:
Lord van Zieks! Explain yourself! What is this inconsistency you claim to have identified?
Van Zieks:
An inconsistency of the simplest nature, My Lord. The victim was found with the knife planted in the middle of her back.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, in her- Ah!
Joan:
That's right! You silly little man!
Garrideb:
Now, Joan old thing... What are you getting so excited about?
Van Zieks:
Let us consider the basic facts of the case once more. The victim was walking along the pavement before being stabbed in the back and falling to the ground. If the knife that struck her had fallen from above... ...there's no possible way it could have planted itself into the victim's back!
Ryunosuke:
GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar!
Joan:
Quite right! You see! That's exactly right! If the knife had fallen on her from above... ...it would have struck her on the top of her head!
Ryunosuke:
Well...um... .........
He's lost for words, look...
I knew it... I never liked his theory in the first place.I don't know, though... What really did happen?
Judge:
Hmmm... It would appear the defence has made rather a spectacular blunder.
Van Zieks:
If a theory has even one inconsistency...it cannot stand. Your theory, my learned friend...is history!
Ryunosuke:
......... (We were so close... I could see the truth... I was so sure we were on the right track... But now the way has been blocked completely...by just one, simple inconsistency!)
???:
Or in other words...
Susato:
...we simply need to eliminate that one inconsistency, and the theory will stand!
Ryunosuke:
...Miss Susato!
Susato:
You mustn't worry, Mr Naruhodo. You were just caught off guard, that's all. And your mind went blank. But if the path you were on is indeed correct, then a way will present itself. The key to this is in the Court Record, I'm sure. All the information you need is there!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
It seems you have nothing to say, my Nipponese friend. Well, your silence speaks volumes. A tacit acceptance that your theory...is fatally flawed.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
(This inconsistency doesn't mean I was on the wrong track... It means that I need to sharpen my mind and dig deeper for the truth! It's a test!) Yes! If the knife fell on the victim from above, there's no way that it could have hit her in the middle of her back... ...under normal circumstances, that is.
Van Zieks:
What are you implying?
Judge:
Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
There is a piece of evidence in the Court Record that can explain this inconsistency. That can explain how the knife that fell from above could have pierced the victim's back. We already have the answer.
Judge:
Goodness!
Garrideb:
Utter...utter madness!
Judge:
Surely this must be the last time... Counsel, present the evidence of which you speak!
Ryunosuke:
(This is the last inconsistency... The final piece in the puzzle. If I can successfully make sense of this...the truth will be laid bare at last!) The evidence that explains how the falling knife became lodged in the victim's back is...
Present Crime Scene Photograph #2 or The Fourth Book
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This - the fourth book found at the scene..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is the final piece of evidence the defence will present!
.........
Susato:
That answer appeared to make Mr Garrideb rather lightheaded. But Mrs Garrideb didn't bat an eyelid.
Van Zieks:
It would seem...you've been cut down in your prime.
Ryunosuke:
Uh-oh...
Van Zieks:
You must watch out for blades falling from the heavens, my learned friend. They may strike at any time.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAGH! (Not what you want to hear...from the Reaper! If the knife fell straight down and hit the victim in the middle of her back... ...then her back must have been facing the heavens at the time. But why? What could have happened that might place her in that position?)
Leads back to:
"Surely this must be the last time..."
Ryunosuke:
This - the fourth book found at the scene... This is the final piece of evidence the defence will present!
Van Zieks:
The burnt book?
Judge:
Is that not Mr Garrideb's book?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And to understand its significance, we have to consider how it came to be at the scene in the first place. This photographic print clearly shows the book in question... ...and the victim holding it in her hand.
Van Zieks:
But as we all now know... ...it was the police constable that put the book between her fingers like that.
Judge:
Quite so. As part of his wholesale transplanting of the crime scene to the opposite side of the road.
Ryunosuke:
That's true. However... ...as part of his testimony, Constable Beate made an extremely enlightening statement on that point.
Ryunosuke:
But...what made you place that book in the victim's hand?
Roly:
Oh, well, sah... That's because that's how I found it. When we first ran over to the scene... ...the victim was already holding the book. So...when I moved everything, I made sure it was still in her hand.
Ryunosuke:
In other words, the victim had already picked the book up of her own volition. And clearly, that must have been before she suffered the knife wound.
Judge:
Well, I should say so! After being attacked with a knife, I don't imagine she'd have been doing much of anything.
Ryunosuke:
So the question becomes...why did the victim have that book in her hand?
Garrideb:
By...by jingo! I...think I'm beginning to see what may have happened now.
Joan:
Oh dearie me...
Van Zieks:
......... We know that the book fell from the top floor of the Garrideb household onto the pavement below. At precisely the moment that the victim was walking past.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, at exactly that moment. The young woman was walking along the street in the light fog... ...when all of a sudden, a book fell right in front of her.
Joan:
...The book I threw...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Mrs Garrideb. And what do you think the woman did? What would you do, if you were walking along and suddenly a book landed in front of you on the pavement?
Joan:Well, I... I really can't imagine it... But...I suppose... ...she might have reached down...
...and picked the book up.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! That is exactly what the woman in fact did. She picked up the book!
Joan:
Oh... Oh heavens! 
Ryunosuke:
And when the woman reached down to pick the fallen book up... ...what position would her back have been in? That's right. Facing the sky, completely and utterly defenceless. Then, in the very next moment, while the woman was still bent over picking up the book... ...the next object fell from the room above - the jackknife - straight into the middle of her back. And at that same time... ...walking by chance directly behind Miss Green... ...was the defendant, Mr Soseki Natsume.
Judge:
Well I never!
Ryunosuke:
It appeared to Mr Natsume... ...that the woman simply collapsed on the floor. In the dark and the fog, he didn't see the knife falling on her from above.
Joan:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
...And from the other direction... ...the constable and his wife saw no one but the victim and her apparent attacker.
Judge:
So there never was a 'real culprit' to run from the scene in the first place...
Ryunosuke:
No. This was nothing more than a series of unlikely events that culminated in an unfortunate accident. And THAT is the real truth behind this case! Well...Mr and Mrs Garrideb?
.........
Joan:
The very first time you showed me that knife, I... I had my suspicions. I wondered if perhaps it might have been something like that.
Garrideb:
There there, old bean...
Susato:
Poor Mrs Garrideb... 
Joan:
...Of course I never meant for anything of the sort to happen, but... ...it was all my fault...wasn't it?
Garrideb:
.........
Joan:
I take full responsibility. I let my anger get the better of me. ...I threw that book. ...And I threw the knife as well.
Judge:
.........
Joan:
John, dear...
Garrideb:
It's alright. I know.
Joan:I'm... I'm ever so sorry. Truly.........
I'M SORRIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!
Judge:
Lord van Zieks...what news of Mrs Garrideb?
Van Zieks:
She's been taken to the infirmary. It would appear that today's events had left her in an especially flustered state. However, I believe she will recover in due course. There is no cause for concern.
Judge:
Yes, unbeknownst to themselves, they caused what could easily have been a terrible tragedy. They shall have to prepare themselves for the consequences of their actions.
Van Zieks:
There is some good news, however, My Lord. I have just had word from the hospital where the victim is being treated. Her condition is improving steadily, and the doctor believes she will regain consciousness soon.
Ryunosuke:
(It's strange, we've been talking about the victim all this time, but we've never once met her.)
Susato:
How wonderful! The woman is out of danger, it seems.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that is good news.
Judge:
So, Mr Soseki Natsume...
Soseki:
Ah...um... Yes!
Judge:
On behalf of my fellow countrymen, I would like to take this opportunity to beg your pardon, sir. You came from your distant Eastern homeland to study our great British culture... ...and have been repaid with immeasurable unkindness. Please accept our heartfelt apologies.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Soseki:
......... No, it is me who should be begging your pardon.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, Mr Natsume...
Soseki:
That evening...when the young woman just collapsed on the pavement before my eyes... ...I, I jumped to the wrong conclusion again, in my confusion.
Judge:
What conclusion, sir?
Soseki:
I was sure that the woman was dead.
Susato:
Yes, Constable Beate said the same thing, didn't he? He thought she had been killed, too.
Ryunosuke:
...I suppose she must have looked completely lifeless.
Soseki:
......... It's been about a year since I arrived in Great Britain now. But I still can't get used to life here. I, I can't relax. I'm sure there are evil spirits lurking in the fog... Like they're haunting me!
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Soseki-san... His imagination really has got the better of him.)
Susato:
Yes, poor man...
Soseki:
So when it happened... ...I thought the young woman had been taken by the fog spirits! I should never have dropped my books like that and run away. I SHOULD HAVE CALLED FOR HELP! FOR A DOCTOR! FOR THE POLICE! ......... Instead, I've managed to create a rift in the relationship of trust between our two empires. And for that...I am truly sorry.
.........
Judge:
One could indeed say that some sort of mischievous spirit has been at work here, I think. One that created a chain of unfortunate mishaps. We were befooled by this spirit and led to false conclusions. But thanks to Lord van Zieks, and our young lawyer here from the East... ...that chain has now been broken, and the spirit exorcised. ...I heartily commend you both.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Now then, ladies and gentlemen of the jury...
Juror No. 1:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
In concluding this trial, I must ask one last time for your decisions regarding the defendant's culpability. Are you ready to present your findings to the court?
Juror No. 1:
As the foreman of the jury, I can assure you we've reached a fair and just conclusion.
Juror No. 2:
I do declare the truth can be extremely cruel at times.
Juror No. 3:
Well, I didn't suspect the woman next to me, that's for sure!
Garrideb:
Sitting in for the old bean whilst she's out of action, you know. But I know what her decision would be.
Juror No. 5:
Does this mean I'll finally be able to get out of here and start work? ...Well, it's about time!
Juror No. 6:
I say, I'll have a corker of a story to tell the grandchildren when I get home, won't I?
Judge:
Very well, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I hereby demand your final decisions. Mr Foreman!
Juror No. 1:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Not guilty!
Judge:
Very well. Mr Soseki Natsume... I hereby pronounce you...
Not Guilty
Judge:
And finally, Mr Natsume...
Soseki:
Oh! Yes, Lord, sir?
Judge:
You are now a free man once more. It is my hope that you will continue to further your education in British culture. ...And may you never again be brought before me!
Soseki:Oh, oh yes, sir. Of course! On my life...I SWEAR I'LL NEVER SET FOOT IN A COURTROOM AGAIN! I'm...
Transported To Tears!
Judge:
Thank you, Counsels. Court is adjourned!
20th February, 3:17 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Soseki:
Oh, Locum!
Ryunosuke:
......... Wait. You, you mean me?
Soseki:
OF COURSE! Is there another locum here?
Ryunosuke:
...Is there even one?
Susato:
Compared to the original 'Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire', your name has become rather short, hasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
...What's wrong with using my actual name?
Soseki:Oh, at last! I'm free! I'm free!
Joyful, Joyous, Jubilant Jubilation!Heady Hearty Happiness, Hurrah!
Susato:
Oh, I am pleased! Mr Natsume is delighted!
Ryunosuke:
...Would it be so hard just to say that, then?
Soseki:
Locum, you did it! You saved me from the brink!
Ryunosuke:
Well, what happened to the poor woman was in no way your fault, after all. I'm just glad everyone can see that now.
Soseki:NO NO NO! NOT THAT!
Lovely Loyal Locum Lawyer!
Ryunosuke:
Um...yes?
Soseki:
......... I mean, as I said before...I have just never got used to life here in Great Britain. Every time I look over my shoulder, I see foreigners. I see towering brick buildings. And from high-up windows, I see them looking down on me, laughing, 'Look at that little hunchback!'
Susato:
Oh dear, I'm sure it's all in your head, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:...But! Today! You, locum lawyer, gave my gloom the boot! You stood firm behind that baronial bench, before all those babbling British! You battled to the bitter end, laying bare the baffling truth! And when I beheld the blinding fireworks among the beams of the Bailey's roof, I bellowed:
Behold the Best Barrister ever Born!
Ryunosuke:
Well, that's very flattering. And we're very pleased for you.
Soseki:
This has given me a wonderful anecdote to recount to my old friends back in Japan.
Ryunosuke:
An, an anecdote? (Is that what's to become of all my hard work?)
???:
Ah, there you are, my dear fellows!
Sholmes:
I apologise for keeping you waiting. I rose late this morning.
Susato:
Oh, Mr Sholmes! What a pleasure to see you!
Sholmes:
I see I am here not a moment too soon. A disaster has been averted, I'm glad to say!
Susato:
Oh!
Sholmes:
The trial shall begin presently, Mr Naruhodo. And I wish you the very best of luck.
Ryunosuke:
...It's just finished.
Sholmes:
What?! No! Then my haste was in vain?
Soseki:
AAAAAARGH!!! It's...! It's...YOU! HERR LOCK SHOLMES!!!
Sholmes:
Oh? Have we met, sir?
Susato:
Um, this is Mr Natsume. The man you had arrested, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Ah, I see. I failed to recognise you at first. Our previous encounters have taken place in the gloom. Either of your bleak lodgings or that prison cell. I simply couldn't place that curious face, in the light.
Ryunosuke:
(...Charming.)
Soseki:
This is all your fault...Herr Lock Sholmes! You're the reason I had to go through this terrible ordeal! I'm...I'm going to give you...a piece of my mind!
Sholmes:
My apologies, sir, but I assure you, I have placed you now. You're the fellow who abandoned that poor young lady and ran off, are you not?
Soseki:
Ah.
Sholmes:
Had she been taken to hospital more urgently... ...I feel perhaps she would have regained consciousness by now.
Soseki:
Oh.
Sholmes:
But it was unavoidable, I'm sure. We are but human, after all. Anyone would have been shaken by such an experience.
Soseki:
......... I...do feel very badly about how I behaved.
Sholmes:
Well, never mind. Now then, what was it that you wanted to say to me, sir?
Soseki:
......... Nothing.
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Priceless! Oh, I am sorry, really, but... ...that was quite priceless.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Soseki-san...)
Sholmes:
Still, on the bright side, you've had an extremely entertaining experience without paying a penny! And, it would seem...you were not even found guilty.
Soseki:
...But there is no bright side.
Susato:
Whatever do you mean, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
Even after this, I'm... I'm still cursed! ...By the spirits. And... AND NOW BY THE REAPER!
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (Lord van Zieks...)
Soseki:
I haven't forgotten, you know! What facing that man in court means! Even if you're found not guilty...YOU'RE STILL DOOMED!!!
Susato:
It, it will all be alright, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
Hm?
Susato:
If the Reaper appears trying to make trouble... ...I will protect you!
Haiiiiii-YA!
...With a perfectly executed Susato Takedown!
Ryunosuke:
...Much as I like being turned on my head, a bit of warning might be nice next time, Miss Susato. So, Mr Natsume...what do you intend to do now? You mentioned something about recounting your experiences to your friends back in Japan?
Soseki:
......... Yes! I, I intend to return to my homeland soon.
Susato:
Oh!
Soseki:
It has already been a year since I arrived here in Great Britain. I've visited universities, libraries, bookshops... I've been honoured with the tutelage of professors... I've learnt so much about the wealth of literature here, and the city it has shaped. And I've come to realise that it is my calling to sail home and tell my fellow countrymen about it.
Susato:
That's very touching, Mr Natsume.
Sholmes:
...Or, in perhaps less veiled terms... ...you wish to withdraw halfway around the world to escape the terror of the Reaper's curse?
Soseki:
THAT'S NOT IT AT ALL! The more I learn of literature, the more this strange feeling claws at my insides. I feel compelled to return to my roots and attempt to pen a work of my own.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. (A work of literature by Soseki-san... Could be an interesting read.)
Sholmes:
And what about Miss Susato and yourself, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What about us?
Sholmes:
Will you return to Japan alongside your moustached compatriot?
Ryunosuke:
Why would we?
Susato:
A week has not yet passed since we arrived in London. And only now does it feel as though we have finally found our feet!
Sholmes:
And...you are accommodated in a hotel at present, are you not?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. But we need to find lodgings before it bankrupts us.
Susato:
I've calculated we can only afford another ten nights before our entire budget is exhausted.
Soseki:
Well then! You could take my lodgings.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...The...windowless room?
Soseki:
Ah, but what it lacks in windows, it more than makes up for with a floor, a ceiling AND walls.
Ryunosuke:
...Great.
Soseki:
And of course, I'd be happy to leave behind the accursed evil spirit!
Susato:
Oh my! An evil spirit?!
Soseki:
Oh yes. It tries to suffocate you while you sleep. It's, it's...an infallible wake-up call!
Ryunosuke:
We'll...think about it, if that's alright.
Sholmes:
Perhaps I can offer a more welcome alternative. Would you consider taking lodgings with me?
Susato:
Really?!
Sholmes:
Well, a vacancy has conveniently presented itself. ...Though it is up in the attic, I might add.
Ryunosuke:
Are you sure it isn't just a storage loft?
Sholmes:
I spoke with the landlady this very morning on the matter of price. And Iris is cleaning the room as we speak. You must come at once. ...I presume you have no luggage to speak of?
Susato:
Oh, this is simply wonderful! What an honour! To be invited to taking lodgings in the great detective's office...'s attic! I'm...I'm too overcome for words!
Ryunosuke:
(...So suggesting we look elsewhere is out then.)
Sholmes:
Then it's settled. Iris will prepare a welcome dinner this evening. And you must come too, Mr Natsume. I insist!
Soseki:
I...I...I...don't know what to say! But thank you! And yes!
Susato:
Wonderful! Then I'll go and complete the paperwork for your formal release, Mr Natsume! It shan't take long!
Ryunosuke:
(Somebody's happy.)
Soseki:
...Locum. I, I knew that you wouldn't let me down. I'm truly delighted to have met you here in London.
Ryunosuke:
Likewise, Mr Natsume. It's been a privilege meeting you, too. It's a shame that we're going to have to say goodbye so soon.
Soseki:
Well...I've come to realise that I belong in Japan. But, Locum! We'll meet again one day.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm sure. (And hopefully by then, I'll be a successful lawyer.)
Soseki:
Hopefully by then, I'll be a successful author.
Sholmes:
Well, my dear fellow, our carriage appears to have arrived. Shall we go, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
I've little doubt Mr Natsume will be released in time for dinner this evening.
Ryunosuke:
And so... ...with Soseki-san's innocence successfully established... ...we rode with Mr Sholmes to what was to become our new home: 221B Baker Street.
20th February, 4:41 pm.
The Attic Room
Ryunosuke:
So this...
Susato:
...Is to be our new office, yes!
Ryunosuke:
Our office...? I rather like the sound of that.
Susato:
Me, too! It's simply wonderful, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(I hope you can see this, Kazuma. It's only a small step... ...but I'd like to think we're getting a little closer to your dream now.)
Sholmes:
So, my dear fellows! Do you like the place?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Mr Sholmes... Yes, thank you so much.
Susato:
It's a delightful room, Mr Sholmes! I simply adore it!
Sholmes:
Good, I'm pleased to hear it. Iris and I are delighted to welcome you.
Iris:
I hope everyone's hungry! It's nearly time for dinner. We'll eat as soon as Mr Natsume arrives. We have a lot to celebrate!
Susato:
Iris, you must let me help you!
Iris:
Alright then, Susie, you can be in charge of the salad.
Susato:
Splendid!
Sholmes:
So, Mr Naruhodo, how does it feel? To have your own office in the capital?
Ryunosuke:
It's very exciting, actually. I can't help wondering what adventures await us.
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Those were precisely my sentiments when I first established my office at these premises. ...Until I discovered the dark truth about the city of London, that is.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
London is a glorious place, full of wonder, opportunity, prosperity and mirth. But the brightest of lights... ...casts the darkest of shadows.
Ryunosuke:
Shadows? What do you mean?
Sholmes:
Well, I believe you're well aware of the murkiness that lies behind London's facade already. So once again, Mr Naruhodo... ...welcome to London!
Of course, at the time... ...I had no idea of the significance of those words Mr Sholmes so casually spoke. But it wasn't long before my turn came... ...to lift the facade and see the true depth of the murk that lay behind it.
End
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The witness's last statement is clearly at odds with this piece of evidence!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but I fail to see the connection.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Judge:
And for heaven's sake, would you kindly desist from that wide-eyed panic-stricken look you are wont to wear!
Ryunosuke:
(...But it's the only panic-stricken look I know...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Let's just consider the implications of that statement for a moment, shall we?
Judge:
What implications, Counsel? Nothing strikes me about it.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...um...exactly! There's nothing striking about it!
Judge:
Hm, what does strike me is your propensity for the inane, however.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I need to clear my head and come at this again from a different angle.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That reveals a damning inconsistency, that last statement!
Judge:
Damning, you say? As I look at you, Counsel, I see your trembling hand, your pallid expression and your perspiring brow.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Judge:
It seems to me THAT is the damning inconsistency here. With the misplaced confidence of your assertion!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... He has a damning tongue...)
Judge:
...You invite it, sir.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
There's clearly something odd about that last statement made by the witness!
Judge:
There is clearly something odd here indeed. Your behaviour, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Haha! Please, d-don't mind me...
Judge:
That would be significantly easier if you would lower your hand.
Ryunosuke:
(I won't lower my hand until I prove my client's innocence! ...As long as it's quite quick.)
Pit incorrect juror statements during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Juror No. 1:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
I'm sorry, but as foreman of the jury, I have to object. That's complete nonsense!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 1:
I'm a banker, don't forget. An educated man! And there's no contradiction as far as I can see.
Judge:
Quite so, Mr Foreman. I will not permit a whimsical attack against the good members of the jury, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(...There was nothing whimsical about it.)
Susato:
It's very important to listen carefully to every juror, Mr Naruhodo. Then you can decide where the contradictions really lie, if there are any.
Pursue Roly Beate incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add, Constable?
.........
Ryunosuke:
Constable Beate!
Roly:
Hm? What? I, I thought I heard someone call out my name. Terrible, it was! Like a dying animal's wail!
Ryunosuke:
(...I'm, I'm not dying...am I?) Erm...I was wondering if that last statement had any special significance to you?
Roly:
No, sah! Sorry to say not, sah. I mean, my Patricia fills my thoughts. Everything else is just noise.
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Ryunosuke:
(...He's wide awake now, then.)
Pursue Patricia Beate incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add, Mrs Beate?
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Beate!
Patricia:
Oh! I didn't notice you there. Roly and I were lost in adoration for each other. I'm surprised you felt you could intrude, really.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm surprised you felt you could ignore the proceedings of the court. Tell me, did that last statement mean anything in particular to you?
Patricia:
Sorry, I can't help you. Roly fills my thoughts, and there's no space for anything else.
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Ryunosuke:
(Yet you manage to stop being besotted for long enough to tug him around by his scarf from time to time?)
Pursue Juror No. 1 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number one.
Juror No. 1:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that last statement?
Juror No. 1:
...Not really, no.
Ryunosuke:
......... By the way, you never seem to look straight ahead. Always to one side or the other. Is...something troubling you?
Juror No. 1:
...Not really, no.
Ryunosuke:
(He's not going to tell me anything. Not really. No.)
Juror No. 1:
And I'd appreciate it if you'd stop sticking your nose in where it's not wanted!
Pursue Juror No. 2 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number two.
Juror No. 2:
Oh! ...Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that last statement?
Juror No. 2:
What I am particularly troubled by... ...is this mole. No amount of powder seems to cover it up!
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps you could give the trial as much attention as your mole?
Pursue Juror No. 3 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
If I may, juror number three...
Juror No. 3:
Oh, can I help you?
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that last statement?
Juror No. 3:
Erm, no, not really. Rather like how the accused wouldn't have had a reason to take the long way home from the bookshop.
Ryunosuke:
...That wasn't even slightly what I asked.
Juror No. 3:
People look at me and think I'm an agreeable sort of fellow, but I think I'm quite contrary, actually.
Ryunosuke:
(...Good to know, when it's my job to try to change your mind.)
Pursue Juror No. 4 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number four.
Juror No. 4:
Oh dearie me, what is it?
Ryunosuke:
Did that last statement trouble you in some way, perhaps?
Juror No. 4:
The only thing troubling me is that little Japanese lodger with the funny moustache. After all, when a lodger moves in, it's rather like having a new member of the family arrive.
Ryunosuke:
...It might be an idea to use the new member of the family's name then, instead of 'that little Japanese lodger'.
Juror No. 4:
The point is, it's very difficult to know what would make a good welcome gift for the man. A book? Or something nice to eat?
Ryunosuke:
...Putting aside concerns about presents for the moment, could you maybe focus on the present concerns at hand?
Pursue Juror No. 5 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five, is something troubling you?
Juror No. 5:
Eh? What's that now? Say it again! Go on!
Ryunosuke:
Um...well... I said, 'Is something troubling you?'
Juror No. 5:
No, not in particular, like.
Ryunosuke:
(...Then what was that all about?) As I was saying, did that last statement trouble you in some way?
Juror No. 5:
Look! If there's one thing troubling me, it's where I'm gonna earn the pennies today, alright? That's it!
Ryunosuke:
Please earn your keep as a juror first, and actually listen to what's being said in the courtroom.
Pursue Juror No. 6 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say, juror number six?
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry, what was that? You'll have to speak up, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
......... (...I would love to know who picked this rag-tag panel of jurors.)
Juror No. 6:
Oi! I heard that!
Ryunosuke:
......... Perhaps you could apply that selective hearing to the proceedings here?
Pursue Joan Garrideb incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Garrideb.
Joan:
Dearie me, what is it?
Ryunosuke:
Did that last statement trouble you in some way, perhaps?
Joan:
The only thing troubling me is that little Japanese lodger with the funny moustache. After all, when a lodger moves in, it's rather like having a new member of the family arrive.
Ryunosuke:
...It might be an idea to use the new member of the family's name then, instead of 'that little Japanese lodger'.
Joan:
The point is, it's very difficult to know what would make a good welcome gift for the man. A book? Or something nice to eat?
Ryunosuke:
...Putting aside concerns about presents for the moment, could you maybe focus on the present concerns at hand?
Pursue John Garrideb incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb!
Garrideb:
Have to insist on Lieutenant Garrideb in this setting, I'm afraid. Chain of command, and all that.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Garrideb:
Try again, old chap.
Ryunosuke:
......... I was wondering if you had anything to say about that last statement...Lieutenant.
Garrideb:
No, can't say I did. Why? Did I look as though I had something to say about it?
Ryunosuke:
...No. You seemed completely oblivious.
Garrideb:
Well, when you reach my age, an awful lot passes you by, you know. In one ear, out the other.
Ryunosuke:
...Well, if you could plug one ear up just for the duration of the trial, Lieutenant, that would be very helpful.
Too many penalties
Judge:
That will do! ...I believe we've seen quite enough here. According to the powers vested in me by Her Majesty the Queen, I declare no further examination necessary. As such, I shall be requesting the final decisions of the members of the jury. Are you all ready, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
Certainly, My Lord.
Judge:
Then please announce your findings to the court!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
I hereby declare the defendant, Mr Soseki Natsume...
Guilty
Judge:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I applaud your considered and expedient deliberations. Court is adjourned!
The Adventure of the Great Departure
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Anime cutscene
The Empire of Japan - after opening its doors a push for cultural transformation brought great waves of Western influence to this Far Eastern island nation. The revolution washed over the land, making life in the capital exciting and unsettling. It was a period of great change, and some were swept away by the tide. But for one man the turbulence of that era was just the beginning of an extraordinary story.
Episode I
The Adventure of the Great Departure
22nd November, 8:43 a.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Defendants' Antechamber 5
???:
(I still can't believe it. I still can't believe this is happening. How can it be that just beyond the doors to this quiet little chamber... ...is the highest court in Japan, waiting to decide my fate?)
Bailiff:
What?
???:
Oh! No, nothing...
Bailiff:
Save your glares... murderer!
???:
......... Sorry...
Ryunosuke:
(My name is Ryunosuke Naruhodo. I'm a second-year student at the Imperial Yumei University. Three days ago, I somehow found myself in the middle of a horrifying incident. And now here I am, awaiting my trial.)
???:
That's enough! He's not obliged to listen to such abuse, Officer.
Bailiff:
And who are YOU?!
???:
I'm this man's lawyer. I'll be defending him today.
Bailiff:
Lawyer?
???:
Yes. And until the judge has given his verdict on the case... ...no one has the right to treat him as a criminal. So you will hold your tongue!
Bailiff:
Tsk! Technicalities! Look at you, you haven't even graduated yet!
???:
And yet, I still seem to know better than you how a court officer should behave. Right, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Y-Yes, of course! Sorry!
???:
......... What are you apologising to me for?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I... No, I suppose that wasn't my fault. ......... But really, Kazuma, I never meant to drag you into this. I'm sorry...
Kazuma:
Ha ha ha hah! There you go again, apologising! Just like always.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Kazuma:
Though I must say, you've been all over the newspapers these past few days. 'Yumei University Professor Murdered in Cold Blood by Student!' But obviously...you didn't actually do it, did you?
Ryunosuke:
Of course not! You have to believe me! I didn't do it! I... I could never murder someone...
Kazuma:
Then there's nothing to worry about. Straighten yourself up. Hold your head high.
Ryunosuke:
You mean...?
Kazuma:
I believe you. I know you're innocent, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma Asogi, my best friend. Also in his second year at Yumei University. But he's far more clever than I. A star student, in fact. He's even a qualified lawyer. Impressive, considering he's still an undergraduate.
Kazuma:
It's not that impressive. The very concept of lawyers is only a few years old. Here in Japan, anyway. My qualifications don't mean much. Yet.
Ryunosuke:
You said exactly the same thing three days ago. But I'm proud to have a friend like you, Kazuma. Truly. (Three days ago... Yes, that's when all this started...)
Ryunosuke:
Congratulations, Kazuma! It looks like you're going to get to study abroad at last!
Kazuma:
I know! I've been forever dreaming of this day. Finally, those government elites have acknowledged my academic achievements and successes in court.
Ryunosuke:
So you'll be representing Japan as you immerse yourself in the most sophisticated legal system in the world! I'm really happy for you. And proud, as your friend. (There's not a soul in the university who doesn't know Kazuma's name. He's a living legend! It's like there's some mysterious aura billowing around his temple.)
Kazuma:
I want to bring about change in our own legal system. That's why I have to cross the ocean to see the real thing with my own eyes.
Ryunosuke:
The heart of the British Empire... I wish I could see it, too.
Kazuma:
Then come with me! We'd have a wild time tearing up the streets of Her Majesty's City of London together!
Ryunosuke:
If only it were that simple...
Kazuma:
Oh dear, look at the time. I'd better be going.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll see you later. I think I'll stay and enjoy this place a while longer.
Kazuma:
Good idea. After all, it's not every day you get to visit a high-class Western restaurant like this! See you in English class tomorrow, then...partner!
Ryunosuke:
(It was straight after that. That's when it happened...)
???:
Asogi. May I have a word?
Kazuma:
Professor! I didn't know you were coming. 
???:
Well, this case has personal significance to me. But never mind that for now. Asogi... You should go immediately to the judge's chambers.
Kazuma:
To His Excellency's chambers? Why?
???:
He was looking for you before. You advocating for the defence in this trial was a sudden decision. It seems there may be some confusion about procedures today as a result. 
Ryunosuke:
(Who is this man? I feel as though I've seen him at university before...)
Kazuma:
I see. I'll go at once then. 
???:
I shall accompany you.
Kazuma:
Alright then, Ryunosuke. I'll see you in the courtroom. 
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Thanks, Kazuma. .........
???:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... (Ugh, this is awkward...)
???:
If I may...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, sorry?
???:
You must be the defendant. Ryunosuke Naruhodo, I believe?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Yes, that's right!
Mikotoba:
My name is Yujin Mikotoba. I'm a professor of forensic medicine at Yumei University.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Professor Mikotoba... (I've heard that name from Kazuma before. As I recall, he's been pushing to get the government to agree to Kazuma studying abroad.)
Mikotoba:
Asogi has told me about you. You and he are best friends, I understand.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Mikotoba:
As such, I feel you should know...
Ryunosuke:
Know what?
Mikotoba:
Well, as you've no doubt heard, Asogi has been granted permission to go and study in Great Britain. However... If he should fail to defend you in today's trial... ...I'm afraid that that permission will be revoked...and never granted again.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Mikotoba:
Ah, as I suspected... You were unaware of this. I had a feeling Asogi may have chosen not to tell you.
Ryunosuke:
...! (He's agreed to defend me, knowing that if he fails, his dreams will be shattered?) But I don't understand! Why would the government do such a thing?
Mikotoba:
The administration has to choose from a large number of applicants for overseas study. It's very difficult to persuade them to grant permission, even in the most favourable of circumstances.
Ryunosuke:
I don't believe it... ......... But I... I didn't do it! I swear it! I'm not a murderer...
Mikotoba:
I'm sure that's true. Nevertheless... I can assure you that proving your innocence will be no easy task. You see, there are certain...'peculiarities' about today's trial.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What do you mean?
Mikotoba:
You'll soon understand, once proceedings get underway.
Ryunosuke:
...! But... Then what should I do?
Mikotoba:
Well... Naturally I'm not going to suggest doing anything that could lead to a conviction.
Ryunosuke:
Right, so...
Mikotoba:
As soon as the trial starts... ...the judge will pose a certain question to the defence. When that happens, you must answer before anyone else. You must say, 'I do'.
Ryunosuke:
'I do'...? But, what will the question be? Surely...not...? 'Do you accept the accusations brought before you?'...
Mikotoba:
Of course not.
Bailiff:
Defendant! Court is about to begin. Proceed to the courtroom at once!
Mikotoba:
Ah, it would seem our surreptitious discussions are to be cut short. So allow me to summarise... Kazuma Asogi must not be the defence lawyer in this trial. Of course, as the defendant, the final decision is yours.
Bailiff:
What are you waiting for? Do you want to be found guilty for failing to appear?! Get moving! There's no point in anyone advocating for the likes of you anyway!
Ryunosuke:
This is it... If this trial goes badly... ...Kazuma's dreams of studying abroad are over. And what's more... ...I'll be found guilty...of murder.
And so... ...with absolutely no idea of what lay ahead, I embarked on that unforgettable trial. My one and only chance of proving my innocence, the trial that would decide my destiny!
22nd November, 9:00 a.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Courtroom 2
Ryunosuke:
So this... is a courtroom... 
Kazuma:
The Supreme Court of Judicature. No court in the land has more power. 
Ryunosuke:
I don't much like the look of those people sitting in the public gallery. (Lots of military and other uniforms in there...)
Kazuma:
The powers that be have demanded that this be a secret trial. 
Ryunosuke:
A secret trial?
Kazuma:
A trial that's closed to ordinary members of the public. Only military and government officials may attend. 
Ryunosuke:
What? But why?
Kazuma:
It'll become clear in time. But for now... ...you need to concentrate, Ryunosuke. It's about to begin.
Judge:
The court will now hear the trial of Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Auchi:
The prosecution is ready, Your Excellency.
Kazuma:
As is the defence.
Judge:
Before we begin, there is one point of order I would like to confirm. Yesterday evening, the defence made a last-minute request for a change of advocate.
Kazuma:
That's correct, Your Excellency. I made the request myself.
Judge:
Normal procedure is for the defendant's advocacy to be decided two days prior to trial. As this is an unusual circumstance, I am obliged to ask for final confirmation now. Who advocates for the defendant in this trial?
Ryunosuke:
(This is it! This must be the question! Who's going to defend me? That's the question the professor meant. But then, if I say, 'I do'... ......... I need to answer quickly! What should I do?)
Answer 'I do'
Leads to:
"Your Excellency, no confirmation is needed."
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma is the lawyer here. I can't defend myself. If I said 'I do', it would be tantamount to lying. And I've been accused of murder, for goodness' sake! This is no time for lies.)
Kazuma:
Try to stop fidgeting, Ryunosuke. It's distracting.
Ryunosuke:
(But if I don't say I'll defend myself now... ...things could end very badly for my friend.)
Leads to:
"Your Excellency, no confirmation is needed."
Kazuma:
Your Excellency, no confirmation is needed. As I'm standing here beside the defendant, I hope it's clear who will advocate for his defence.
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
What is the meaning of this unruly outburst? 
Ryunosuke:
I, I would like to inform the court that, that... ...I, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, will be defending myself! 
Judge:
You'll be... WHAAAT?! 
Kazuma:
What are you playing at, Ryunosuke!
Ryunosuke:
Professor Mikotoba told me everything. Just now, before the trial.
Kazuma:
He did what?
Ryunosuke:
He said that your dreams of studying abroad would be dashed if you were to lose.
Kazuma:
......... How sad. It means you don't have faith in me. You think I won't be able to get you off.
Ryunosuke:
No! It's not that, really! It's just that... Well, on the off-chance that things don't go well for me, I couldn't bear to be the reason that you...
Kazuma:
......... Yes. I knew that's how you'd feel. Which is exactly why I decided not to tell you. Tsk! Professor Mikotoba shouldn't have stuck his nose in.
Judge:
Very well. The court hereby recognises the defendant's desire to advocate for himself in today's trial.
Auchi:
Well, well... Does the accused admit defeat already? Renouncing his own counsel! Really!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Make no mistake, Counsel... This merely shows that the defendant's innocence is so apparent, he's confident he can speak for himself. Isn't that so, Naruhodo-san?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? ...Oh! Yes, exactly! (Exactly what I WASN'T thinking! I'm not confident at all. In fact, my mind's a complete blank...)
Kazuma:
I realize you're in charge now, but still... Try not to look so bewildered.
Auchi:
Hmph. Well, for a mere university student to be brought before the Supreme Court... ...you must have perpetrated a most heinous crime indeed.
Judge:
As you are no doubt aware, this is the Supreme Court of Judicature of Japan. Accordingly, the very highest standards of conduct are expected of all present. Do I make myself clear, Defendant Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! ...Your Excellency!
Judge:
It is therefore my duty to assess your competence for the task you have undertaken. 
Ryunosuke:
My competence? (What does that mean?)
Kazuma:
He's questioning your ability to do the job.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, he can't be questioning it more than I am!)
Judge:
So, let's start with the very simplest of questions.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um... Yes!
Judge:
Kindly state before the court the name of the victim in this case.
Ryunosuke:
(Well that's easy enough. I've heard his name more times than I'd care to remember. But... Wait. Ugh, I'm so nervous, I can't even remember that! What was it again?)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... Let me guess. Your mind's gone blank?
Ryunosuke:
Erm... (You know me so well.)
Kazuma:
All the relevant information for this case can be found in the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
But, but I can't even find that...
Kazuma:
It's simple. You can access the Court Record with a press of [R / E]. If you ever find you've forgotten something, just consult that. It's all in there.
Ryunosuke:
(I just have to press [R / E] for the Court Record? Alright, there's no time to lose!)
Kazuma:
This is the list of evidence you've collected. Now try switching to 'People' instead with [R / RB / E]. You'll find details about the victim in here. When you're done, just press [B / Z] to go back. So remember, everything to do with the current case can be found in the Court Record. Now, you'd better not keep His Excellency waiting any longer. Go on. Find the victim in the 'People' section of the Court Record, then press [X / Y / R] to 'Present'. Try it now.
Present John H. Wilson profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The victim's name was Dr John H. Wilson."
Present Kazuma Asogi profile
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The victim was none other than...Kazuma Asogi! 
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Oh? Then why is that pompous-looking boy with the billowing headband still there standing next to you?!
Ryunosuke:
Oops!
Kazuma:
'Oops!' doesn't do that justice. Not content with having killed Dr Wilson, now you're claiming my murder as well?
Ryunosuke:
I haven't killed anyone!
Kazuma:
Then concentrate! And actually read the Court Record before you answer!
Judge:
I must say, you are not instilling the court with much confidence here.
Kazuma:
Quickly, give him the correct answer before he turns his gavel on you.
Leads back to:
"Find the victim in the 'People' section of the Court Record, then press [X / Y / R] to 'Present'."
Present Taketsuchi Auchi profile
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The victim was none other than.. Taketsuchi Auchi!
Kazuma:
Then who's the uptight, bespectacled topknot standing opposite?
Auchi:
Who's a 'bespectacled topknot'?!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry, for some reason that just came out, even though I know it's wrong.
Auchi:
Perhaps you're unaware that I am a master of the ancient Noh-style sword art! A pathetic little child like you would be sliced to pieces before you even came close to taking my life!
Kazuma:
I wouldn't provoke that proud Edo spirit. He might draw his blade on you.
Ryunosuke:
(I, I thought courtroom sparring was supposed to be done with words...)
Judge:
I must say, you are not instilling the court with much confidence here.
Kazuma:
Quickly, give him the correct answer before he turns his gavel on you.
Leads back to:
"Find the victim in the 'People' section of the Court Record, then press [X / Y / R] to 'Present'."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Erm... The victim's name is-
Kazuma:
Stop. You're just saying a random name that you come across in the Court Record, aren't you?
Ryunosuke:
Um... How did you guess?
Kazuma:
It's blatantly obvious... ...from your wide-eyed look of bewilderment.
Judge:
I must say, you are not instilling the court with much confidence here.
Kazuma:
Quickly, give him the correct answer before he turns his gavel on you.
Leads back to:
"Find the victim in the 'People' section of the Court Record, then press [X / Y / R] to 'Present'."
Ryunosuke:
The victim's name was Dr John H. Wilson.
Auchi:
Tsh huh huh... Well, at least you can remember the name of an esteemed member of your own university.
Kazuma:
Dr Wilson was a visiting professor from England, invited to Yumei University three years ago.
Judge:
Indeed. Which is the reason why this case has such profound implications. The British Empire... ...is at present, our country's most valuable foreign ally. And as most of you will be aware, we have just signed a new treaty together, after lengthy negotiations.
Kazuma:
There can't be anyone who hasn't heard of the Anglo-Japanese Treaty of Friendship and Navigation.
Auchi:
And yet despite these delicate circumstances, the blood of an Englishman has been spilt on our soil! You two are both undergraduates at the Imperial Yumei University, are you not? Murdering a professor from the very institution that provides your education... Have you no honour?!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (But I didn't do it...) 
Judge:
This case is coming under great scrutiny from our allies on the other side of the world. The court therefore wishes for a speedy resolution to this matter.
Kazuma:
Hmph. In other words, our feeble government is scared of upsetting England's policy makers. And you're a convenient and expendable scapegoat to blame for this crime.
Ryunosuke:
So that's why this trial has these unusual peculiarities, is it?
Kazuma:
Exactly. Our government needs to convict someone as quickly as possible. All because the victim was an Englishman.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, Dr Wilson was an Englishman... But nationalities and treaties won't make any difference for me here. The fact is, I was there at the scene of the crime...)
Kazuma:
Oh dear, look at the time. I'd better be going.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll see you later. I think I'll stay and enjoy this place a little longer. 
Kazuma:
Good idea. After all, it's not every day you get to visit a high-class Western restaurant like this! See you in English class tomorrow, then...partner!
Ryunosuke:
(The British Empire... Wow, it's incredible to think- ......... Wait. I've seen that man at university. I'm sure he's a visiting professor from Great Britain. I don't know his name, but still... I should go and say hello.)
Ryunosuke:
So I went over to the professor's table... ...and introduced myself to Dr Wilson.
Judge:
Now, then...let me pose my next question to you, Defendant Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Your Excellency!
Judge:
How did this professor of medicine, Dr John H. Wilson, lose his life? State before the court the cause of death.
Ryunosuke:
(The cause of death... Well, obviously, that was...um...)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... Remember that in court, every assertion must be backed up by evidence.
Ryunosuke:
By evidence? But, how?
Kazuma:
Find the piece of evidence that shows the professor's cause of death, and select 'Present'. Do it now!
Present Post-Mortem Report
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Um, well..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The evidence that clearly shows the victim's cause of death is of course...this!
Judge:
And on what basis do you present this evidence?
Ryunosuke:
Well, um... Because it was in the Court Record, of course!
Kazuma:
Slow down. Why did you pick that? Isn't there something more relevant-looking?
Ryunosuke:
Well, now that you say that, I suppose...
Kazuma:
Pick the wrong piece of evidence again, and it won't be a mystery as to YOUR cause of death!
Ryunosuke:
(Yikes! He sounds - and looks - deadly serious!)
Leads back to:
"Find the piece of evidence that shows the professor's cause of death, and select 'Present'."
Ryunosuke:
Um, well... According to this document, the victim suffered a 'he-morr-hagic death due to gunshot trauma'.
Auchi:
Learn to read, you imbecile! That's the post-mortem report, I take it?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, yes! That's right. The, um, post-mortem report.
Kazuma:
In the West, a doctor dissects corpses to identify the cause of death in an 'autopsy'. But here in Japan, a police officer merely inspects the body, and draws conclusions that way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see! (As long as I'm not going to be tested on any of this later...)
Auchi:
This is a so-called photographic print of the scene of the crime. You can clearly discern scorch marks around the bullet hole produced by the powder explosion. In other words, we should assume that the victim was shot at close range.
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. The court will accept this modern scientific evidence into the record.
The photographic print of the victim has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(So that's a photographic print. Well, that's something I've never seen before... It's clearly superior to a drawing. The detail is incredible...)
Judge:
Very well. I am satisfied with your answers. Let us start the trial.
Auchi:
Certainly, Your Excellency. So, without further ado, in order to better apprise the court with the facts of the case... ...the prosecution hereby calls its first witness, who was there at the scene of the crime when it happened!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... This is it, then...)
Kazuma:
Hmph.. I think I may have worked out what the professor had in mind. 
Ryunosuke:
The professor? You mean, Dr Mikotoba?
Kazuma:
Yes. Clearly, you're the defence lawyer today, not me. But that doesn't mean... Well, I can still act as your assistant.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! (Of course!) When he was speaking with me before, he simply said: 'Kazuma Asogi must not be the defence lawyer in this trial.'
Kazuma:
Hm, he really has been sticking his oar in, hasn't he?
Ryunosuke:
Maybe, but...any help you can give me would be greatly appreciated, Kazuma!
Kazuma:
Well, my first piece of advice is: Rein in that crazy look of bewilderment and control the cold sweats!
Ryunosuke:
(Only if you rein in that crazy headband and control the cold stares first...)
Auchi:
Witness. State your name and occupation for the court, please.
Hosonaga:
Of course. My name is Satoru Hosonaga. I am the head waiter at a Western-style restaurant called 'La Carneval'. Ahem! ...Ahem!
Ryunosuke:
Um...are you alright? You seem to be coughing up some, er...
Hosonaga:
It's a regular occurrence. It really doesn't bother me.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, it really, really should...)
Auchi:
As everyone knows, the capital's south-eastern quarter was developed for foreign visitors some years ago. It's become a very fashionable district now, full of hotels to accommodate overseas guests. This grim crime occurred in one of the district's so-called 'restaurants' - an occidental eatery - three days ago.
Judge:
Understood. Hosonaga-san, you will kindly tell the court everything you can about the incident.
Hosonaga:
At once, sir.
Auchi:
And no petty interjections from the aspiring lawyer boy, please.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um... (Perspiring, maybe, but aspiring...?)
Hosonaga:
It was just after 2 p.m. on the day in question. We have few diners at that time of day. The lunchtime rush was over, and there were only three tables still occupied.
Ryunosuke:
(That fits in with my memory of it, too. There was hardly anyone else in the place.)
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem! It was when I was in the kitchen, putting away crockery and cutlery... A gunshot rang out, so I hurried out to the dining area to see what had happened. I found the victim - an English gentleman - slumped in his chair. And standing immediately beside him, gun in hand, was the accused university student.
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Hold on! Let me just clarify something here! While I did pick up a gun that I found lying on the floor beside the professor, I... I didn't shoot him!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
I believe I asked you to refrain from petty interjections. The court wishes to listen to the witness's report of what he saw, you amateur!
Ryunosuke:
But...
Judge:
The next time you interrupt at an inappropriate time, you will be penalised, Defendant Naruhodo.
Kazuma:
Don't worry, Ryunosuke. You'll have your chance to fight back. For now, we must just quietly listen to the witness.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Auchi:
If I may confirm one point, waiter... Standing beside the victim with a gun in his hand was the same man we see here in court today?
Hosonaga:
Yes. Without question. 
Auchi:
I see. And apart from the accused, was there anyone else standing beside the victim?
Hosonaga:
No. There was no one else around that table but the deceased Englishman and the university student.
Ryunosuke:
Huh? (Wait, what did he just say? 'There was no one else around that table'?)
Kazuma:
What's the matter, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
That's... That's just not right! When I went over to Dr Wilson to say hello... ...there was a woman sitting opposite him at his table!
Kazuma:
Really?
Ryunosuke:
And that's not something the waiter could have missed! (I've been warned about interjecting, but still... What should I do?)
Interject
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Just a moment, please!"
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(I desperately want to say something, but I was told not to interject.)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... If your parents tell you to study, you're the kind of man who would diligently get to work, aren't you?
Ryunosuke:
I, I suppose I am. I'd never have got into Yumei University otherwise.
Kazuma:
But you can't just always follow the rules in life, you know. If you don't say what you want to say right now, you'll seriously regret it when you're found guilty.
Ryunosuke:
...Alright, you've scared me. I won't forget that piece of advice in a hurry! (And there IS something I want to say. I'm just going to shut my eyes and say it!)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Just a moment, please!"
Ryunosuke:
Just a moment, please! Dr Wilson wasn't alone that day! I'm sure of it. There was a lady sitting with him at the same table!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Dear me, dear me. What are we going to do with you? With your blatant disregard for court proceedings, I'm beginning to wonder if you're not a fraud. Could it be that the accused - this mere student - is not a real lawyer after all?
Ryunosuke:
But...I'm sure of what I saw!
Kazuma:
Hosonaga-san, is there any chance you're mistaken? Perhaps your memory of events is hazy?
Hosonaga:
......... No. The deceased gentleman came to dine alone.
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't believe it...
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem! I actually have a rough plan of the restaurant as it was that day. Please, have a look if you'd like to.
Judge:
Let me see... Ah, a sketch of the establishment's layout drawn by yourself, I presume?
Hosonaga:
That's right. I'm afraid I used the back of my business card. It was a...turbulent situation. However, as you can see, the gentleman in question was seated alone.
Judge:
Well, you're clearly a very conscientious waiter.
Hosonaga:
Thank you, sir.
Judge:
The court will take this plan and add it to the Court Record as evidence.
Hosonaga:
Oh, um... Well...
Judge:
Is there a problem? Hand the plan to the court officer at once!
Hosonaga:
Um...of course. Here you are.
Kazuma:
What was that about? He's been completely calm and collected until now.
Ryunosuke:
(Something certainly seems to have shaken him...)
The waiter's business card has been entered into the Court Record.
Auchi:
So...the court has now heard a precis of the case.
Judge:
Yes, at the moment the gunshot was heard in the restaurant... ...the only person in close proximity to the victim was the defendant on trial today. It would seem we are looking at a black-and-white case here.
Kazuma:
...!
Judge:
Defendant Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Your Excellency?
Judge:
If you admit your guilt at this stage, the court is willing to look mercifully upon you.
Auchi:
In other words, you may have some small reprieve in terms of your inevitable punishment. I called this waiter as an unsworn witness in order to explain the details of the case to the court. But I must warn the defence, if you are determined to pursue matters further in this trial... ...the prosecution has decisive evidence from sworn witnesses who were present at the scene of the crime.
Ryunosuke:
......... What do you think I should do, Kazuma?
Kazuma:
What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I'm going to be found guilty one way or another, it seems. Wouldn't it be sensible to plead guilty at this stage and hope for a more lenient sentence?
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Everyone keeps telling me that this trial is unusual - about these...'peculiarities'. You've said it, Professor Mikotoba's said it...and so has the judge and the prosecution. I'm... I'm scared of what lies ahead if I push this.
Kazuma:
......... As I said from the outset, I believe you're innocent. I trust you. And yet, despite knowing that... ...you're willing now to throw that trust back in my face? Is that it?
Ryunosuke:
What?
Kazuma:
If the accused is in fact innocent... ...then a defence lawyer is duty-bound to prove that innocence by whatever means necessary. Are you just going to abandon that duty? Are you going to give up on yourself? The battle hasn't even begun yet, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
The defence pleads not guilty, Your Excellency! We invite the prosecution to stop making empty threats and bring out its witnesses. Then we'll see just how decisive this evidence really is!
Judge:
Indeed. Prosecutor Auchi, please continue with proceedings.
Auchi:
Tsk, well, you were warned. The young can be so reckless. You know, many call me a saint. But I can be a devil when I want to be.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Auchi:
In a few short moments from now... ...that dumbstruck young mouth of yours will be silenced, forever! The prosecution calls its next witnesses!
Judge:
Very well. Officer! Bring forth the witnesses at once!
Auchi:
Witnesses, kindly state your names and occupations for the court.
Nosa:
Yessir! The great Nippon Imperial Army's Sergeant Iyesa Nosa reporting for duty, sir!
Korekuta:
Myself, I find employ as a purveyor of fine articles of antiquity from the efflorescence of our nation, Nippon... ...and conduct my trade from Rasu-tei, a humble premises in the second district. Kyurio Korekuta, at your service.
Judge:
An antique dealer and a soldier... What an unusual pairing!
Auchi:
Both of these gentlemen were present at the restaurant on the day in question.
Kazuma:
They must be the diners at the other table that the waiter mentioned.
Korekuta:
Myself, I habitually take tea of the most exquisite aroma at the establishment in question. Always post noon. And, not infrequently, converse with interested parties regarding the curios with which I make my business.
Ryunosuke:
(I can't understand a word that old man is saying...)
Kazuma:
He's an antique dealer. And it sounds like he's a regular at La Carneval. He seeks out potential customers who may have an interest in antiques and tries to sell his wares to them. He obviously targets La Carneval because it's a high-class restaurant with rich clientele. 
Ryunosuke:
Right, I see. Although, to be honest... ...that sergeant looks more like he'd be a seller rather than a buyer.
Auchi:
Now, you both witnessed the precise moment of this most atrocious incident. Is that correct?
Nosa:
Affirmative! The enemy unit was seen attacking the foreigner in what can only be described as an act of war! Sir! It was that black-uniformed rogue infantryman over there who unloaded his firearm, sir!
Ryunosuke:
(This man's as impossible to understand as the other... But I'm almost sure I heard a strange noise during that last thing he said...)
Kazuma:
So, this is the decisive evidence the prosecution was threatening. The soldier is claiming that he actually saw the precise moment you shot the victim dead. 
Ryunosuke:
Yes...
Kazuma:
Well? Are you starting to feel uncomfortable?
Ryunosuke:
If I'm honest...I was feeling uncomfortable from the start.
Judge:
Now, the court will hear your formal testimony, please. You will state everything you saw at the precise moment that the incident occurred.
Nosa:
Sir, yessir! Standing by ready to report, sir!
Korekuta:
Hm... Unsavoury memories of a most acerbic afternoon...
Witness Testimony
- What the Witnesses Saw -
Nosa:
I was ingesting a regulation beef steak at the restaurant while having a tactical discussion with the old man.
Korekuta:
Myself, I was extolling the virtues of a particularly fine golden curio to the military gentleman.
Nosa:
At that precise moment, a firearm was discharged! I observed the enemy's actions with my own eyes!
The black-uniformed varsity cadet fired on the English civilian! And from the back, the cowardly little weasel!
Korekuta:
I was on my hands and knees, investigating the where-abouts of my mysteriously absconded precious curio.
Judge:
Well! So you, Sergeant Nosa, actually witnessed the vital moment! You saw the split second when the defendant fired the weapon at the victim.
Nosa:
Yessir! Affirmative, sir! That wicked university cadet, sir! The cruel and unforgivable enemy!
Korekuta:
What times we live in, when an English gentleman may be assailed in the broad light of day...
Ryunosuke:
But, but this is ridiculous! I didn't shoot anyone!
Kazuma:
Is that really true, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! All I did was pick up the gun that I saw lying on the floor! After I'd said hello to Dr Wilson, I went back to my table and sat drinking more coffee. Then, when I'd finished, I got up from my seat to leave the restaurant... ...when I noticed an English-made gun next to the chair where the professor was sitting. I thought perhaps the professor had dropped it. So I bent down, and just as I was picking it up...
*BANG!*
Kazuma:
Well, if that's the truth, there was obviously a criminal on the scene somewhere. And somewhere in these two witnesses' testimonies, there's a clue as to who that criminal was.
Ryunosuke:
There is?
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke! You must exercise your right to cross-examine the witnesses!
Ryunosuke:
Cross-examine?
Kazuma:
Do it now!
Auchi:
As we have heard, Your Excellency... ...there is no room for doubt in the testimony of these witnesses. The defendant is clearly guilty. It is time to bring this despicable student to justice!
Judge:
Certainly, the testimony the court has just heard eliminates any vestige of doubt. Therefore, it is my grave duty to declare the verdict of this tri-
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
What in the name of the Emperor is the meaning of this outburst?!
Ryunosuke:
I, am, erm... I mean, the defence... ...demands its right to a cross-examination!
Auchi:
Dear me, dear me. Let me guess? 'The hachimaki headband boy next door told me to do it.' How pathetic.
Ryunosuke:
Huh? (How did he know?)
Auchi:
The prosecution objects! This is a clear waste of time. The defendant obviously has no experience. How can he possibly carry out a cross-examination?
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
The defence is asserting its RIGHT to a cross-examination! Whether or not you think he's capable of it is irrelevant.
Auchi:
*Gulp!*
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma is so commanding!)
Judge:
Very well. Let the defence conduct a cross-examination of the witnesses. 
Kazuma:
Alright, this is where the battle really begins, Ryunosuke!
Ryunosuke:
But...I don't even know what I have to do in a cross-examination!
Kazuma:
Isn't it obvious? You have to expose the lies in the witnesses' statements!
Ryunosuke:
How?
Kazuma:
You didn't fire the gun, which means what that soldier said has to be a lie.
Ryunosuke:
Well yes, but...
Kazuma:
It's just a case of proving it. And the key to doing that is evidence.
Ryunosuke:
Right... Evidence...
Kazuma:
All you need to do is present some decisive and indisputable evidence that proves the witness is lying. Now let's go, Ryunosuke! Don't let them beat you!
Ryunosuke:
Alright then! (It's all or nothing...) 
Cross-Examination
- What the Witnesses Saw -
Nosa:
I was ingesting a regulation beef steak at the restaurant while having a tactical discussion with the old man.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Erm... .........
Nosa:
Why, why aren't you saying anything? Is this some new interrogation technique?!
Ryunosuke:
I...hadn't actually thought of what I wanted to ask...
Kazuma:
Just ask about anything that catches your attention. Anything that bothers you.
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, um... This 'beef steak' you mentioned. What kind of food is that?
Nosa:
Teeen-shun!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Nosa:
Beef steak is a delicious cut of veal, vigorously cooked on a cast-iron grill and served piping hot. 
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Nosa:
If food could receive medals of honor, beef steak would be almost as highly decorated as a cutlet!
Ryunosuke:
Right! I see. Um, thank you, sir. So, next question... ......... This 'cutlet' you mentioned. What kind of food is that?
Nosa:
Teeen-shun!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Nosa:
Cutlet is a delicious cut of veal tossed in breadcrumbs and deep fried in cooking oil! Accept your guilty verdict, atone for your crimes, and when you're released from prison, TRY IT!
Ryunosuke:
Yessir, I will, sir! On the double, sir!
Kazuma:
Sorry to interrupt, but... How about trying to stick to questions that are relevant to the case?
Ryunosuke:
Oops, sorry! I'll do my best. So, next question... Is it just me, or do you keep hearing a sort of 'wah' crying noise...?
Nosa:
Negative!
Ryunosuke:
Well, at least we've learnt that he's a big beef lover. 
Kazuma:
...Affirmative.
Ryunosuke:
(It's not easy knowing what questions to ask...)
Korekuta:
Myself, I was extolling the virtues of a particularly fine golden curio to the military gentleman.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I have no idea what you're talking about!
Korekuta:
A koban, boy.
Ryunosuke:
A 'koban'? You mean an old Edo coin?
Korekuta:
The day prior to the incident, a treasure of exceptional value from the Hoei period entered my possession. I took myself to the restaurant the following day, with said item secreted in my bosom pocket... ...in the hope of an affluent cognoscente appraised of its indisputable value being present. 
Ryunosuke:
So...you were hoping to sell your koban coin? To Sergeant Nosa, whom you met at the restaurant?
Auchi:
Yes, yes. It's quite clear where you're going with this, boy. You were about to assert that a penniless soldier would have no hope of purchasing a precious koban. Isn't that so?
Ryunosuke:
Um... Well...
Nosa:
You little upstart cadet! You want to add disrespecting a superior officer to your list of crimes, do you?! Blatant subordination! 
Ryunosuke:
No, no, I didn't say anything! (Although 'penniless' might be just the word I was looking for...)
Korekuta:
In any case, the hour was already advanced beyond that of the midday luncheon. There remained precious few present with whom I could engage in discourse about matters of business. The gentleman aside me, who was grappling with his braised veal at the time, was my sole prospect.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Nosa:
At that precise moment, a firearm was discharged! I observed the enemy's actions with my own eyes!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
So...you're saying that you actually saw me at that time?
Nosa:
Aaaaaaffirmative! I saw you! Laughing - cackling - like a madman as you trained the barrel of your gun on the English civilian! 
Ryunosuke:
But that's impossible! I, I only-
Kazuma:
Allow me to confirm just one point, please.
Nosa:
What's that, private?
Kazuma:
Thinking carefully about the statement you just made, it seems to me... ...that it must have been just after you heard the gunshot that you looked over to the victim's table.
Nosa:
And so what if it was?
Kazuma:
Well, if that really is the case... ...it would mean that you didn't in fact see the precise moment when the killer actually fired the gun.
Nosa:
......... Argh! And double 'argh'! My sixth sense...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Nosa:
My sixth sense of danger! I picked up the waves of murderous energy radiating from your foul mind! Which means...a split second before you pulled the trigger, I was looking right at you, cadet!
Ryunosuke:
Surely that's not really possible...is it?
Nosa:
Do you think I'd have got where I am today in the army if I couldn't sense danger in the air, son?
Kazuma:
Well... It would seem this soldier is absolutely convinced that he saw you do the deed.
Ryunosuke:
(This is not good...)
Nosa:
The black-uniformed varsity cadet fired on the English civilian! And from the back, the cowardly little weasel!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Erm... So this 'black-uniformed university cadet'... You're saying that was-
Nosa:
Argh! I've had just about enough of your sauce, cadet! Who else do you see around here in black uniform, hm?
Ryunosuke:
(Well, there's someone standing right next to me who fits the description as well, but...)
Nosa:
It was you, you little weasel! You unloaded the firearm on that man! From behind his back! And you call yourself a citizen of the great Empire of Nippon?! You disgust me!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
What is it, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
I'm, I'm not quite sure... It's something that the sergeant just said, but I can't put my finger on it. Something's playing on my mind...
Kazuma:
In that case, check back over the details of the evidence you've gathered in the Court Record. And if you find an inconsistency there with what the witness just said, then...don't hold back! Present the evidence to the court! Thrust it in the witness's face and make him choke on it!
Present Post-Mortem Report
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
.........
Nosa:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
Nosa:
What, what are you playing at, cadet? What is the meaning of this subordination?! Thrusting this wad of papers in my moustache!
Ryunosuke:
In... Inconsistency! Sir! I mean...yes! There's a clear inconsistency here!
Auchi:
Tsk, what nonsense! What can this document possibly tell us that we don't already know?!
Ryunosuke:
Well...obviously... That, um... (I know what I want to say, but the words just won't come out of my mouth!)
Auchi:
Hmph! I think this proves beyond any doubt, Your Excellency... ...that there is no place for an amateur student here in this grand courtroom!
Judge:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
Argh! (This is so frustrating!)
Kazuma:
Oh, please. Surely this doesn't require an explanation. It couldn't be more plain. To spell it out would be an insult to the court.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma, what...?
Auchi:
What are you talking about?
Kazuma:
It's apparent from a single glance at the post-mortem report presented by the defence... ...that there's a clear discrepancy here with the sergeant's statement!
Auchi:
What?
Kazuma:
Sergeant Iyesa Nosa...
Nosa:
Yessir, what, sir?
Kazuma:
The statement you just made was this: 'The black-uniformed varsity cadet fired on the English civilian! And from the back, the cowardly little weasel!' 
Nosa:
Yessir! Affirmative, sir! I witnessed the crime with my own military-grade eyes, sir!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
But no! That just can't be!
Nosa:
And why not, cadet?!
Ryunosuke:
Because... Because... Because...! 
Kazuma:
As is clearly stated in the post-mortem report... 'Fatal haemorrhage from pectoral ballistic trauma. No exit wound. Bullet did not pass through the body.' The photographic print of the victim clearly shows the same thing.
Leads to:
"The victim, Dr Wilson, died from a bullet wound to the chest."
Present Photograph of Victim
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
.........
Nosa:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
Nosa:
What, what are you playing at, cadet? What is the meaning of this subordination?! Thrusting some photographic print in my moustache!
Ryunosuke:
In... Inconsistency! Sir! I mean...yes! There's a clear inconsistency here!
Auchi:
Tsk, what nonsense! What can this print possibly tell us that we don't already know?!
Ryunosuke:
Well...obviously... That, um... (I know what I want to say, but the words just won't come out of my mouth!)
Auchi:
Hmph! I think this proves beyond any doubt, Your Excellency... ...that there is no place for an amateur student here in this grand courtroom!
Judge:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
Argh! (This is so frustrating!)
Kazuma:
Oh, please. Surely this doesn't require an explanation. It couldn't be more plain. To spell it out would be an insult to the court.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma, what...?
Auchi:
What are you talking about?
Kazuma:
It's apparent from a single glance at the photographic print presented by the defence... ...that there's a clear discrepancy here with the sergeant's statement!
Auchi:
What?
Kazuma:
Sergeant Iyesa Nosa...
Nosa:
Yessir, what, sir?
Kazuma:
The statement you just made was this: 'The black-uniformed varsity cadet fired on the English civilian! And from the back, the cowardly little weasel!' 
Nosa:
Yessir! Affirmative, sir! I witnessed the crime with my own military-grade eyes, sir!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
But no! That just can't be!
Nosa:
And why not, cadet?!
Ryunosuke:
Because... Because... Because...! 
Kazuma:
Take a close look at the print.
Leads to:
"The victim, Dr Wilson, died from a bullet wound to the chest."
Korekuta:
I was on my hands and knees, investigating the where-abouts of my mysteriously absconded precious curio.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
'On your hands and knees'? Erm, could you explain that, please?
Korekuta:
That's right. Spurning the arthritis, I was, in order to retrieve the lost piece.
Kazuma:
What 'lost piece' are you referring to?
Korekuta:
The koban, of course! The exquisite Hoei-era koban coin! I had just been showing the rare treasure to the military man as he masticated his meal. After averting my eyes for the briefest of moments...it was there no more! It simply vanished!
Auchi:
The koban... vanished?
Korekuta:
Hence I began to acquaint myself with the intricacies of the floor, in order to locate it. And then it happened.
Kazuma:
You heard the gunshot, you mean?
Korekuta:
None other than! Though it was no concern of mine. I was frantically scouring the floor for the aforementioned lost treasure!
Ryunosuke:
So, in fact... ...you didn't actually witness the precise moment when the incident occurred?
Korekuta:
Indeed. Myself, I did not.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I have no idea what I'm supposed to do here!)
Kazuma:
Listen, Ryunosuke... We know there are lies lurking in these statements. It's time to expose them.
Ryunosuke:
I understand that. The question is...how?
Kazuma:
Like I said before, the key to this is using evidence that you've collected. You can examine and Present evidence while a witness is giving testimony by pressing [R / RB / E]. Go through each witness statement and the details about each piece of evidence, and compare all the facts. Somewhere in there, you'll find something that doesn't add up. In other words, an inconsistency.
Ryunosuke:
An inconsistency...
Kazuma:
When you find a statement and a piece of evidence that seem to contradict each other... ...Present your evidence with [X / Y / R], and rip the witness apart!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
Just be careful, because if you assert a contradiction that has no basis, you'll be given a penalty. If you're dealt too many penalties, the defence's case will fall apart, and you'll receive a guilty verdict. So that's it. Peruse the evidence in the Court Record and find an inconsistency with a witness's statement. 
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll give it a try!
Kazuma:
You can hear the witnesses' statements over and over again, as many times as you like. So keep your head, and be measured in your attack. Good luck...partner!
Kazuma:
The victim, Dr Wilson, died from a bullet wound to the chest.
Nosa:
Ah...
Kazuma:
Sergeant. According to your witness statement... ...the culprit shot the victim from behind. And that is the obvious discrepancy here. Well? How do you explain it?
Nosa:
Ooh...erm... Agh...um... Well, er... Hnn... Hnn...
Ryunosuke:
(What...the...? What was that? Something just popped up from behind his back but he pushed it down again...)
Judge:
Certainly, there is a clear discrepancy with the facts here. Would you not agree, Sergeant Nosa?
Nosa:
......... Yes, sir... At this juncture, that...would appear to be indisputable. Until the moment I heard the firearm discharge, my eyes were... ...firmly fixed on the delicious La Carneval steak! Sir!
Auchi:
WHAT?!
Kazuma:
The last testimony the court heard has proven one thing beyond all reasonable doubt. The witness, Sergeant Iyesa Nosa... ...did NOT see the defendant firing a gun at all!
Auchi:
Ugh... That's, that's absurd...
Kazuma:
I think the conclusion we must draw is simple... There is no place for an amateur prosecutor here in this grand courtroom!
Auchi:
Kgnrk... KYAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Ryunosuke:
(There's been a complete turnabout in the mood of this trial...just from that one discrepancy. So this is what being an ace attorney is all about!)
Nosa:
But... But I definitely saw him! That university cadet, there! He was pointing the firearm directly at the victim's back!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
But I never fired the gun! All I did was pick it up off the floor!
Judge:
Hmmm... And you, old man. You didn't see the moment the victim was shot, either?
Korekuta:
......... Myself, I have already been quite clear. The gunshot interested me not. I was far too busy on the floor.
If fifth statement was pressed during previous cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes. You were looking for your koban coin, weren't you? 
Korekuta:
Indeed! The prized Hoei-era koban! 
Leads to:
"Hunting around under the table, I was, in case mayhap it had fallen there."
If fifth statement was not pressed during previous cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Too busy on the floor'? Sorry, what were you doing?
Korekuta:
Hunting for treasure.
Kazuma:
Treasure?
Korekuta:
Indeed! The Hoei-era koban! My prized coin! On each occasion when I visit that restaurant... ...it is my habitude to place in my bosom pocket a particular trinket of interest from my shop, Rasu-tei. 
Ryunosuke:
In the hope of meeting a rich diner who might like to buy it from you?
Korekuta:
On the day under scrutiny, it was to the military man that I proffered my Hoei treasure. Believe that he would purchase such a rare find, I did not. But I was presented with little alternative. And then... After averting my eyes for the briefest of moments...it was there no more! It simply vanished!
Auchi:
The koban...vanished?
Leads to:
"Hunting around under the table, I was, in case mayhap it had fallen there."
Korekuta:
Hunting around under the table, I was, in case mayhap it had fallen there. ...And then it happened.
Kazuma:
You heard the gunshot, you mean?
Korekuta:
Indeed I did! But I heeded it not, for I was concerned only with finding my absconded Hoei treasure! NOTHING could distract me!
Kazuma:
Out of interest... ...did you find the coin in the end?
Korekuta:
......... No.
Kazuma:
Hm. I see.
Korekuta:
That lamentable day...the precious Hoei koban was lost to me. No doubt some unscrupulous scoundrel pocketed the prize coin for himself! 
Nosa:
.........
Judge:
As I am sure everyone present is aware... ...this case demands a swift and decisive resolution. Our government has promised to send a full report to Great Britain by telegraph this very afternoon.
Kazuma:
Nevertheless! The witness testimony the court has just heard was inconclusive. No matter how subservient our government feels it must be to the British... ...it would be unforgivable to deliver a verdict on this trial right now!
Judge:
Hmmm... What is your position, Prosecutor Auchi?
Auchi:
Tsh huh huh! Worry not, Your Excellency. The defendant may have fled a tiger at the front gate, but he will find a wolf at the back.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Auchi:
My witnesses have further testimony to make. 
Judge:
Explain.
Auchi:
Upon hearing their next statements, it will become abundantly clear... ...that there is only one person who could possibly have committed this despicable crime. The equally despicable defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?!
Kazuma:
He really seems to have a despicable opinion of you, doesn't he?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Very well, the court invites the witnesses to testify again. You will thoroughly explain the reasoning behind the prosecution's allegation. Is that clear?
Korekuta:
As clear as kiriko glass, Your Excellency. 
Nosa:
Yessir, at once, sir! Awaiting signal to testify, sir!
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me, but there's something - or someone - peeking out over your shoulder, I think...
Nosa:
Affirmative! The newest member of the Nosa family to rise up through the ranks, sir. Name: Aido.
Kazuma:
Hm, it would seem those straps are a sign of the sergeant being too strapped to afford a nanny. 
Nosa:
Aido... Teeen-shun! Your father is about to quell the enemy! Watch and learn, my boy!
Witness Testimony
- The True Culprit -
Nosa:
Even if what I saw wasn't the precise moment the firearm was discharged, it's almost the same thing!
Korekuta:
Yes, pointing his gun at the foreign man, he was, that young lad in black. That much I myself did see.
Nosa:
Furthermore! A visual search of the premises at the time confirmed that we were the only personnel present. 
Korekuta:
Indeed. Alone, he was, the Englishman. Dining all by himself.
Nosa:
Therefore! No one other than the black-uniformed cadet could have dispatched the Englishman. Over and out!
Judge:
Hm, these testimonies are certainly...compelling.
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Wait! That's...that's nonsense! The victim - Dr Wilson - wasn't alone at all!
Auchi:
Please! Enough of these outbursts already!
Ryunosuke:
But there was a woman! There was a young woman at his table! You must have seen her! Everyone there must have seen her!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
If you call yourself a lawyer, then you will respect the rules of the court and speak accordingly! We are not here to listen to your fantasies!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Auchi:
It is evident beyond all reasonable doubt that the victim was alone at the time of the incident. The prosecution has photographic evidence of this fact. 
Judge:
Is this a photographic print of the scene of the crime, Counsel?
Auchi:
Indeed. Of the table at which the victim was dining, taken by an investigator immediately after the incident. As can plainly be seen, there is only one place set.
Judge:
Certainly, based on the appearance of this print... ...it would be reasonable to conclude that the victim was not in the company of anyone else. 
Ryunosuke:
Arg... (This doesn't make any sense...)
Judge:
The court will add this new photographic evidence to the record. 
The photographic print of the crime scene has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
I don't understand... (What's going on here? It's just not possible that nobody else saw that woman.)
Kazuma:
The waiter before said the same thing. He maintains that Dr Wilson came to the restaurant alone as well.
Ryunosuke:
But that's not true! I...I saw her...! I swear that I saw a woman with him...
Kazuma:
.........
Judge:
It would seem that we'll be able to telegraph the report to Great Britain on time after all. The witness testimonies we have just heard leave no further room for doubt.
Auchi:
These are very sensitive political times, as we all know. The ink is still fresh on the treaty with Great Britain. To think that I, Taketsuchi Auchi, will have contributed to the amity of these two great empires is an honour.
Ryunosuke:
......... (How can this be happening? The judge is ready to rule!) 
???:
Stand tall, Ryunosuke. It's not over yet.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Kazuma:
If what you say is true, then there's something going on here behind the scenes. And now is your chance to expose it. To draw out the truth. ...In your cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't know, Kazuma...
Judge:
The defence is entitled to cross-examine the witnesses. But make it quick. Understood?
Auchi:
Tsk. Rules can be so unbending at times.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Cross-Examination
 - The True Culprit -
Nosa:
Even if what I saw wasn't the precise moment the firearm was discharged, it's almost the same thing!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
No no no! It's not the same thing at all! For a start, I didn't fire that gun!
Nosa:
We have a difference of opinion on that. The opinion of a uniformed officer versus that of a fledgling cadet.
Ryunosuke:
Um, I don't think so...
Auchi:
Consider this, Defendant... Just a moment ago, I blinked.
Ryunosuke:
Um, did you?
Auchi:
Did you see it? Did you see me blink?
Ryunosuke:
How could I!
Auchi:
And yet! It is an undeniable fact that I did blink! So there you have it.
Ryunosuke:
Er... Have what...?
Nosa:
Teeen-shun! The sound of the firearm rang in my ears, and the very next moment... ...I saw YOU waving the gun at the Englishman!
Auchi:
I think that says it all...don't you?
Ryunosuke:
Grrr...
Auchi:
And let us not forget that the antiques dealer witnessed the accused in this most incriminating position as well. Isn't that so, Korekuta-san?
Korekuta:
.........
Korekuta:
Yes, pointing his gun at the foreign man, he was, that young lad in black. That much I myself did see.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it may be true that I was holding the gun at that point in time... But I've told you already! That's only because I'd picked it up off the floor!
Auchi:
Well obviously, as the culprit, that's the only way you could explain it away.
Ryunosuke:
I had just finished drinking my coffee, and I was about to leave the restaurant when... I noticed a gun on the floor at Dr Wilson's feet, so I picked it up. And at exactly that moment...
*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
A gunshot rang in my ears.
Korekuta:
Hmph. Full of events beyond our control, life is.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What do you mean?
Korekuta:
In your case, you found a pistol on the floor and picked it up, which precipitated this testing predicament. Whereas conversely... ...I failed to pick up the koban from the floor, and find myself in an equally testing predicament as a result. 
Ryunosuke:
.........
Korekuta:
Anyway, the fact remains... Myself, I did see you. With pistol in hand, standing over the foreigner.
Nosa:
Furthermore! A visual search of the premises at the time confirmed that we were the only personnel present.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You must have noticed someone else at Dr Wilson's table! There was a lady there!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
As you have been at pains to point out time and again. I feel I'm growing a callus in my ear! And yet, no one else appears to have caught even a glimpse of this woman!
Ryunosuke:
Argh... (If only there'd been more people dining there at the time! Then someone else would have noticed her.)
Kazuma:
Unfortunately, it was already past 2 p.m. when it happened. The quiet time between lunch and dinner in any restaurant.
Ryunosuke:
I know... Of course the place was almost empty. It's what you'd expect...
Judge:
Certainly, 2 p.m. is neither here nor there in terms of a time to eat. I wonder if there was a reason why the victim was eating at that time of day. And why he was alone. 
Auchi:
Yes, Your Excellency, there was indeed a reason. 
Ryunosuke:
There was?
Auchi:
This was found in the victim's jacket pocket.
Judge:
What is that, Counsel?
Auchi:
It is a medical report card, Your Excellency. It would seem that the victim had an appointment at a clinic prior to visiting the restaurant.
Judge:
Hm... Hotta Clinic? Yes, there would indeed appear to be an entry for the date in question. '19th November, Noon to past 1 p.m...'
Kazuma:
Hm, the very day of the incident. 
Auchi:
So the victim went for a late lunch following his appointment. The explanation couldn't be more simple. The prosecution felt no need to submit this evidence before, as it really has no bearing on the case.
Kazuma:
I wonder... What do you think, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? Well, it is hard to see how it could be related, really.
Kazuma:
Remember, you can request for it to be entered into the Court Record as evidence if you think it could be useful. 
Ryunosuke:
(Should I ask for Dr Wilson's medical report card to be submitted as evidence or not?)
Ask for it to be submitted
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"If I may, I'd like to ask for that medical report card to be submitted as evidence, Your Excellency."
Better not
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not sure I can really push for it to be submitted as evidence if I don't even know why it might be relevant. That wouldn't be good court etiquette, surely.)
Kazuma:
Don't tell me you're worrying about court etiquette at a time like this.
Ryunosuke:
But my father always brought me up to be respectful and polite.
Kazuma:
Right now we can't afford to overlook anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem to be. So let's ask for this medical report card to be added to the record. It won't be a problem...assuming you're polite.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll do it! As politely as possible!
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"If I may, I'd like to ask for that medical report card to be submitted as evidence, Your Excellency."
Ryunosuke:
If I may, I'd like to ask for that medical report card to be submitted as evidence, Your Excellency.
Auchi:
On what grounds?
Ryunosuke:
Erm...
Auchi:
The court has already heard conclusive witness testimony. Additional evidence would be extraneous. Not to mention that the victim's movements prior to his arrival at the restaurant are of no concern. 
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Whether or not they are of concern is up to us to decide! We have a right to explore all possible avenues.
Auchi:
I, I beg your pardon?
Kazuma:
You have no authority to refuse a perfectly valid request for the submission of evidence.
Judge:
Very well. The court will grant the defence's request.
Auchi:
Tsk! Youngsters these days are forever asserting their 'rights'! It's a most disturbing trend...
Judge:
Officer, kindly add the victim's medical report card to the Court Record.
The victim's medical report card has been entered into the Court Record.
Kazuma:
What we need right now is new clues. We have to explore things from every possible angle, even if they don't seem relevant at first. 
Ryunosuke:
Right, I hear you!
Auchi:
Hmph! You can conspire to prolong this trial as much as you like. But it's the day after the festival already for you! Or perhaps you'd forgotten...that these witness testimonies leave no room for doubt! Feel free to reiterate for the accused, Korekuta-san.
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You must have noticed someone else at Dr Wilson's table! There was a lady there!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
As you have been at pains to point out time and again. I feel I'm growing a callus in my ear! And yet, no one else appears to have caught even a glimpse of this woman!
Ryunosuke:
Argh... (If only there'd been more people dining there at the time! Then someone else would have noticed her.)
Kazuma:
Unfortunately, it was already past 2 p.m. when it happened. The quiet time between lunch and dinner in any restaurant.
Ryunosuke:
I know... Of course the place was almost empty. It's what you'd expect...
Judge:
Certainly, 2 p.m. is neither here nor there in terms of a time to eat. I wonder if there was a reason why the victim was eating at that time of day. And why he was alone. 
Auchi:
Yes, Your Excellency, there was indeed a reason. 
Ryunosuke:
There was?
Auchi:
This was found in the victim's jacket pocket.
Judge:
What is that, Counsel?
Auchi:
It is a medical report card, Your Excellency. It would seem that the victim had an appointment at a clinic prior to visiting the restaurant.
Judge:
Hm... Hotta Clinic? Yes, there would indeed appear to be an entry for the date in question. '19th November, Noon to past 1 p.m...'
Kazuma:
Hm, the very day of the incident. 
Auchi:
So the victim went for a late lunch following his appointment. The explanation couldn't be more simple.
Korekuta:
Indeed. Alone, he was, the Englishman. Dining all by himself.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
So you...actually saw that with your own eyes, did you? The victim - Dr Wilson - dining alone.
Korekuta:
......... That I did. Forgive me for the position I place you in.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
So the testimonies of the old man, the soldier, and the waiter all agree on that point. Isn't that interesting? And let us not forget...the incontestable evidence we have to support their statements as well. As can clearly be seen... ...there is only a single beef steak on the victim's table. A meal for one.
Ryunosuke:
No...
Kazuma:
......... The antiques dealer, the sergeant and the waiter who testified before... It's not impossible that they're all lying. But if so...then why?
Ryunosuke:
If I'm perfectly honest, I have absolutely no idea.
Present Medical Report Card (after examining writing inside)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Um...erm..."
Nosa:
Therefore! No one other than the black-uniformed cadet could have dispatched the Englishman. Over and out!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Why aren't you telling the truth?!
Nosa:
Wha...What did you say, cadet?!
Ryunosuke:
(I clearly remember... There was a woman sitting across the table from the professor.) Perhaps one of you might not have noticed... ...but for both of you to have failed to see the professor's dining companion? It's just not possible!
.........
Judge:
Unfortunately for you, Defendant Naruhodo, it's not just a case of these two witnesses alone.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry...?
Judge:
The waiter, whose testimony the court heard earlier, clearly stated the same thing. He also said that the victim was alone.
Ryunosuke:
That's right...
Auchi:
Precisely! In other words... ...you are the sole proponent of this phantom lady!
Ryunosuke:
But, but I...
Auchi:
If such a woman were indeed present at the scene, the prosecution demands to see proof!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
And if no such proof exists... ...the prosecution demands that no further mention of this phantom woman be made! It is a blatant waste of the court's time!
Ryunosuke:
(There's nothing I can say to that...)
Kazuma:
.........
Auchi:
Tsh huh huh huh huh!
Before pressing third statement
Kazuma:
What do you think, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Um... Ooh...
Kazuma:
What's the matter?
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything. I can't find a clear discrepancy anywhere! I'm done for! I can't win this trial! No... No, no, nooooo...
Kazuma:
Listen. The first thing to do is calm down. You can't expect witness statements to be full of holes very time. So just take your time, and try to tease more information out of them first.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Kazuma:
You can choose to either 'Press' or 'Present' against each of the witness statements. If a witness is saying something you're suspicious about, Press him on it with [L / LB / Q]. With a little luck, you may get more details, which could prove to be crucial.
Ryunosuke:
Right, I see.
Kazuma:
The important point is, there's no sense in holding back. If anything even slightly jars with you, press the witnesses on it, and press them hard!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, got it! I'll press them like blocks of tofu! (The professor wasn't alone in the restaurant, I'm sure of it. And one way or another, this cross-examination is going to prove I'm right! It's time to 'Press' them for all they're worth! My fate depends on it!)
After pressing third statement
Kazuma:
Excellent work, Ryunosuke! We've gleaned some new information now.
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes... But I don't feel like it changes much. I can't see that it brings any real discrepancies to light.
Kazuma:
I wouldn't be so sure. Let me see that medical report card you got before.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, you mean this?
Kazuma:
Yes. This is a brand new piece of evidence... ...so perhaps we should examine it in a little more detail.
Ryunosuke:
How exactly?
Kazuma:
You'll notice that some pieces of evidence bear a magnifying glass. These are the ones you may Examine. Press [A / Space], and you can take a closer look at the piece in question. Use [right analog stick / arrow keys]... ...to rotate the evidence in all directions and examine it from all angles. By using [left analog stick / WASD]... ...you can move the crosshairs around to hunt for clues that may have been missed before. If the crosshairs start to pulsate... ...press [A / Space] to Investigate further. So, partner...I think you should take a closer look at this medical report card. See if there isn't something new to be learnt by examining it in more detail.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll see what I can do! (I need to use [right analog stick / arrow keys], [left analog stick / WASD], and [A / Space]...to inspect any areas of the evidence that look suspicious...)
Examine bottom of front page
Ryunosuke:
It says 'Hotta Clinic' on this medical report card. I hate clinics. Almost as much as I hate hospitals and surgeries.
Kazuma:
Aren't they all the same?
Ryunosuke:
When I was five, I caught the only cold I've ever had in my life. And I remember, even though I felt awful already, I had to have this hideous injection in my right arm. Brrr... I'll never forget it! Never in my whole life!
Kazuma:
Most people would give their right arm to have had only one cold in their whole life. Anyway, I don't think this is a clinic where they treat people for illnesses like that. Let's keep looking for clues. We don't want to miss anything.
Examine bottom of back page
Ryunosuke:
It looks like this medical report card was first issued quite some time ago.
Kazuma:
It's probably a record of long-term treatment, that's why. With a family doctor, I imagine.
Ryunosuke:
Well I can't imagine. Going to a doctor, I mean. As long as I'm alive, I'm never consulting one!
Kazuma:
Well if you were dead, there'd be no point. ...So you don't like doctors, then?
Ryunosuke:
Why would you? They make you drink horrible-tasting medicine, they give you painful injections... ...and then they demand lots of money from you for the privilege...all when you're at your lowest ebb!
Kazuma:
......... You sound like a model patient. With a bad case of stubbornness no less, for which the only cure is very bitter medicine indeed.
Examine upper left corner of back page, then writing inside
Kazuma:
Let's have a look... This is some kind of medical history. ...Ah, and there's an entry for the day the professor was killed. 'Extraction of molar with topical anaesthesia'...
Ryunosuke:
'Extraction of molar'? You mean, he had a tooth taken out?
Kazuma:
It would seem so. Just before the incident, he'd had a bad tooth removed. Perhaps they used laughing gas. That's the most modern practice in the West for pain relief.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I've heard of this 'anaesthesia'. (Although it's hard to believe there's anything that can actually stop you feeling pain.)
Kazuma:
Ah, there's a cautionary note from the medical practitioner as well. 'Strictly no food or drink besides water for three hours post-procedure, until anaesthetic effects have passed.'
Ryunosuke:
Really?
Kazuma:
Sounds like information worth bearing in mind.
The medical report card's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(With this new information... ...the meaning of that one particular statement totally changes!)
Kazuma:
So, I think it's time we listened to the testimony again, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
Definitely!
Examine writing inside (subsequent times)
Kazuma:
This is clearly a record of some kind of medical treatment. And there's an entry for the day the professor was killed. 'Extraction with the use of anaesthesia'...
Ryunosuke:
'Extraction'? So he had a tooth out.
Kazuma:
Yes, it sounds like just before he went for lunch, Dr Wilson had to have a decayed tooth removed. They probably used laughing gas so he couldn't feel anything. It's the latest medical advancement in the West.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I've heard people talking about this new idea of anaesthetic. (It's impossible to imagine not being able to feel pain, though.) 
Kazuma:
There's a cautionary note at the end from whoever wrote this. It says: 'No food or drink other than water for three hours post-procedure while anaesthesia wears off.'
After examining Medical Report Card
Kazuma:
Well done, Ryunosuke! We have even more to go on now.
Ryunosuke:
I still don't feel like the situation has really changed, though. No discrepancies have come to light, and that's what we need.
Kazuma:
......... Oh, I think the situation has changed a great deal. We've come a long way.
Ryunosuke:
How so?
Kazuma:
Because we have just what we need. It's simply a case of using it to our advantage now.
Ryunosuke:
Then, do you mean... (...there IS a discrepancy somewhere?!)
Kazuma:
The crucial point is, the victim had been prohibited from consuming anything but water when he was shot. That fact has not yet been brought to the court's attention.
Ryunosuke:
(He's right... Thinking about Dr Wilson's circumstances at the time of the incident... ...puts that particular statement in a totally different light!)
Kazuma:
Always keep your eye on the progress of the battle. That's the only sure way to win.
Examine evidence
University Collar Pin
Front of pin
Ryunosuke:
Ah, the symbol of Yumei University... Every student wears this pin with pride. It's funny, but most emblems seem to be either round or rectangular. I like this spiked design, even though it doesn't really make any sense. Although, it does cause problems. Lots of students end up cutting their fingers on their badges. Perhaps it was the idea of one of the founders. 'A sharp pin for a sharp mind' or something...?
Back of pin
Ryunosuke:
My personal student number is engraved on the back here. If you lose your pin, they won't accept you as a Yumei student at the university. 'Yu mei not come in!' they say. Of course, you can get a new pin made if you can just tell them your number. I've actually lost mine twice already, but I still don't know my student number by heart. I always say to myself, 'I mustn't forget to write it down somewhere.' But then I forget not to forget that...
Waiter's Business Card
Front of card
Kazuma:
This plan of the restaurant raises a number of questions, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Definitely!
Kazuma:
It's supposed to show the relative position of everything in the moments following the incident... ...but there's nothing to show the woman you say you saw there. 
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! And that's not all! Look here in the upper left where it says 'kitchen'.
Kazuma:
Hm? Oh yes. What of it?
Ryunosuke:
No one would use those complicated characters to write 'kitchen'! Especially not if they were in a hurry!
Kazuma:
You mean you don't remember those characters yourself, don't you. Study harder, Ryunosuke!
Back of card
Kazuma:
Well, that's unexpected.
Ryunosuke:
What is?
Kazuma:
Look, do you see it says the witness's name here? 'Satoru Hosonaga'...
Ryunosuke:
Well yes, business cards do tend to show the person's name. That's sort of the point.
Kazuma:
It's not the name that's unexpected. It's his job title.
Ryunosuke:
His job...? Oh! 'Chief Inspector Satoru Hosonaga, Primary Criminal Investigation Division, Imperial Police Bureau' Inspector? What on earth?!
Kazuma:
......... I have no idea. But let's face it, the police have a lot of power and influence. If they're wielding it somehow here...
The waiter's business card information has been updated in the Court Record.
Back of card (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
'Chief Inspector Satoru Hosonaga, Primary Criminal Investigation Division, Imperial Police Bureau'... So he isn't a waiter at all. He's a detective.
Kazuma:
And let's face it, the police have a lot of power and influence. If they're wielding it somehow here...
Ryunosuke:
Um...erm... Well, I think, um...
Korekuta:
About what are you wittering, lad? Call yourself a lawyer?!
Ryunosuke:
(I wish I could... But first and foremost here, I'm the accused.)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... Everyone stumbles on their words occasionally. Under the circumstances, I wouldn't worry about it.
Ryunosuke:
Thanks, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
I could see it quite clearly in that cross-examination you just carried out. When you raised your hand straight up like that, so purposefully... You knew exactly what it was you wanted to say. 
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
Don't feel like you have to choose your words carefully. Just say what you're thinking.
Ryunosuke:
......... Alright. ...And thanks for the advice. Korekuta-san, this is a medical report card belonging to the victim.
Korekuta:
Ah, I see... And...I don't see. What of it, boy?
Ryunosuke:
Comparing what is written on this report card with your witness statement... ...something clearly doesn't add up!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Dear me, dear me. Have you forgotten my words so soon, you amateur?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, what...?
Auchi:
You are not to interrupt court proceedings with your amateurish drivel!
Ryunosuke:
But...
Auchi:
Let's see if I can explain in words you might understand. It was after 2 p.m. in the afternoon when the victim was murdered at the restaurant. Whatever he may or may not have done before that time...is completely irrelevant.
Ryunosuke:
Grrr... But, but that's...um...
Kazuma:
Remember, Ryunosuke, you don't have to use clever language or fancy words. Just make your point.
Auchi:
Your Excellency, I believe we're finished here. There is surely no need to prolong this trial further.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Auchi:
The witness testimonies the court has heard have been clear and concise. This medical report card has no bearing on the matter at all. For the simple reason that... ...there is no one else besides this pale-faced pupil who could possibly have perpetrated the crime!
Ryunosuke:
This medical report card has nothing to do with the case? DO you really believe that?
Auchi:
Wha...? That outburst half petrified me, boy! Of course I believe it! How could it POSSIBLY be relevant?
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps because Hotta Clinic, which issued the report card...is a dental clinic!
Auchi:
A dental clinic? Is that supposed to mean something to me?
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps if I told you that the victim...had just had a tooth extracted...?
Korekuta:
...! What's this now...?
Ryunosuke:
And furthermore... ...if I told you that as a result, the victim had been forbidden from eating...
Auchi:
...!
Korekuta:
...!
Nosa:
...! Just, just what are you trying to say, cadet? He had orders not to eat? So what?
Ryunosuke:
It's all written up in here. 'No food or drink other than water for three hours post-procedure while anaesthesia wears off.' 
Auchi:
WHAT?! No, that, that can't...
Ryunosuke:
Korekuta-san!
Korekuta:
What, boy? What?
Ryunosuke:
As you just heard... When he was killed, some time shortly after 2 p.m... ...the victim couldn't have been eating anything at all.
Korekuta:
No...
Ryunosuke:
Additionally...
Nosa:
There's more...?
Ryunosuke:
You have assured the court with unwavering self-confidence... ...that the victim was dining alone. But that cannot possibly be the case!
Nosa:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
Because the victim, as we now know... ...had just had one of his teeth extracted, and was still experiencing the effects of the anaesthetic! 
AAAAAAAAARGH!
Kazuma:
Expertly done...partner!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
What... What is this nonsense? You little upstart!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
These are baseless accusations! Just, just look at this photographic evidence! You can clearly see the plate of food at the victim's table!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Use your head. That's the very discrepancy we're talking about. Or can't you follow the logic?
Auchi:
How, how dare you?!
Kazuma:
I think it's fair to say that the 'tables' in this restaurant case...have turned. Wouldn't you agree, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? Yes! Most definitely!
Judge:
So having just undergone some dental surgery, the victim was unable to eat. Which leaves one very crucial conundrum... Who in fact was eating the pictured beef steak? The court will hear the opinion of the defence on this new puzzle. I assume you're ready, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
.........'Counsel'? Oh! That, that means me, doesn't it!
Kazuma:
Alright, the answer to this question is going to be pivotal. This is the start of you turning this trial around! Show them what you're made of!
Ryunosuke:
Got it! So, um... The person eating the steak at the victim's table must have been...
The victim himself
Ryunosuke:
The victim himself! Obviously!
Judge:
WHAT?!
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke, come on! Pull yourself together! The victim couldn't have been eating at the time. You just told the court that yourself!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes! Haha, of course! I, I thought it didn't sound quite right...
Kazuma:
Look, you've even stunned the judge with that ludicrous answer.
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, I can use his state of shock to give me time to think...and come up with the right answer!
Kazuma:
I suggest you think it through more carefully, and try not to shock him in the first place.
Ryunosuke:
You're, you're right. Sorry. Um...
Leads back to:
"The person eating the steak at the victim's table must have been..."
Me
Ryunosuke:
 
Ryunosuke:
I, I think it may have been me!
Judge:
WHAT?!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
It's not enough that you took the man's life, but you took his meal as well?! That's a bee sting on a crying face! Hmph, some people seem to think they can do whatever they like.
Kazuma:
And some people seem to think they can say whatever they like... Ryunosuke. 
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, you're right! Of course I didn't eat it!
Kazuma:
The next time you make a quip like that, I'll make you eat your words. Then you'll be needing some dental surgery yourself. 
Ryunosuke:
Al-Alright, I get the message... Um...
Leads back to:
"The person eating the steak at the victim's table must have been..."
The two witnesses
Ryunosuke:
I bet it was the sergeant and the antiques dealer, Nosa-san and Korekuta-san!
Nosa:
Argh!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Nosa:
Are you taking the cake, cadet?! You think I'd share rations with this decrepit greybeard?!
Korekuta:
Insult me by associating me with this brutish carnivore, would you?!
Ryunosuke:
You were both present at the scene. Neither of you can deny that you had the opportunity.
Nosa:
You addlebrained idiot! I had my own regulation beef steak set before me at my own table! And as any soldier worth his salt will tell you, you seize whatever rations are put in front of you! 
Judge:
It would seem you may need to reconsider your answer, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Of, of course, Your Excellency! Erm...
Leads back to:
"The person eating the steak at the victim's table must have been..."
An as-yet-unknown third party
Leads to:
"Obviously!"
Ryunosuke:
Obviously! It can only have been someone else who was sitting at the professor's table!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
You will not let this go, will you? There was no such person!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
There was! Because I saw her!
Kazuma:
When the incident occurred, we know that the victim couldn't have been eating anything. Yet we have evidence of a half-eaten steak on his table! Therefore! The only logical conclusion is that there was somebody else there eating it.
Auchi:
Urgggghhhh...
Kazuma:
We have strong evidence to support our assertion. It's clear that these witness testimonies are unreliable. If the court decides to push through a ruling at this stage... ...we will lodge a formal complaint with the Ministry of Justice and pursue a fair retrial. Relentlessly.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...
Auchi:
Are you insane? You, you would take on the government?!
Kazuma:
Don't worry, Counsel, I have no issue with you.
Auchi:
What do you mean?
Kazuma:
I have issue with THEM! Those two witnesses in the stand!
Korekuta:
Wha...?
Nosa:
What are you talking about?
Kazuma:
We have demonstrated with evidence that the victim was not alone. So, if it now turns out that the two of you deliberately lied when giving your testimonies... ...obviously you will be charged with perjury.
Nosa:
Perjury...?
Kazuma:
And, since this is a murder trial... ...you will also be deemed complicit in the killing.
Korekuta:
Complicit...in m-murder...? N-N-N-NOOOOOOOOO! 
Nosa:
Hold it!
Nosa:
N-N-N-Negative! There, there was no mention of this at the tactical meeting! I was just following orders!
Korekuta:
That's right! As the man says! 'Just say you never saw the gentlewoman!' That's what...they, erm...told...us... .........Oh. 
Ryunosuke:
(What?!) What did you just say, Korekuta-san?
Korekuta:
Oh, um... No...
Ryunosuke:
You were just 'following orders'?
Korekuta:
Now hold on, lad! I was, um...
Kazuma:
'Say you never saw the gentlewoman'?
Nosa:
Grrr...
Kazuma:
When you say 'gentlewoman', do you mean... ...you saw the victim with a lady from overseas?
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
What, what is the meaning of all this? These witnesses...gave false statements? Is this true, you pair?!
Korekuta:
.........
Nosa:
Just one... Just one simple slip of the tongue!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Counsel, explain what is going on here!
Kazuma:
It's painfully clear now... You tried to prevent these witnesses from telling the truth!
Auchi:
Absolutely not! The prosecution knows nothing of this!
Ryunosuke:
Then who's behind this?! Who tried to make you keep your mouths shut?
Korekuta:
W-Well, um...
Nosa:
That's classified!
Kazuma:
So you're prepared to be tried as a conspirator to this murder, are you?
Nosa:
You, you wouldn't... This can't be happening!
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... Judging from the way they're reacting to this... ...I'd say they were sworn to silence by someone with considerable influence. However... ...I don't believe Auchi had any idea about it.
Ryunosuke:
What are you saying? I mean, to wield that kind of influence... There are only a handful of possibilities! (It could only have been the government, the military or... Or the police, I suppose...)
Kazuma:
Well? Any ideas about who might be behind this? If we can affirm who tried to silence these witnesses, then we can continue our pursuit! 
Ryunosuke:
(So we need to name whoever it was that tried to make the witnesses keep their mouths shut...)
Kazuma:
Of course, we'll need evidence before we make any firm accusations. Evidence that proves whoever it was really did wield his or her power here... 
Ryunosuke:
But how? How can we possibly...?
Kazuma:
Remember how we made progress before?
Ryunosuke:
Before?
Kazuma:
We examined this piece of evidence in more detail and found a new clue as a result. 
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, that's right.
Kazuma:
Well, that's not the only piece of evidence we have, is it? We need to re-examine everything, and make sure there's nothing we've missed. There's no time to lose!
Judge:
I want answers! If it's proven that these witnesses have been manipulated, I assure you, the penalty will be severe!
Auchi:
Please...wait... Your Excellency! I had no idea about any of this! I swear to every Shinto god! I knew nothing! 
Judge:
And what does the defence have to say about all this? Hm?
Ryunosuke:
Erm, well, Your Excellency! (Ugh, no time to think... I'm just going to have to close my eyes and shout out the first name that comes into my head!) Besides the prosecution, the only person with the necessary influence to manipulate the witnesses is...
Present Satoru Hosonaga profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Well, surely that would be...Satoru Hosonaga-san!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
There! What do you make of that?
Judge:
I think, Counsel, that you may want to close your ears as well as your eyes. Otherwise the sighs of disappointment in the courtroom may very well deafen you. 
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Auchi:
If you feel you must close your eyes in a crisis, might I suggest you keep your mouth shut next time, too? Otherwise, I may have to use the influence I have in this courtroom to shut it...permanently!
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know what it is about that prosecutor exactly, but he really makes me wince in pain sometimes...)
Kazuma:
I don't have a great deal of influence myself, but believe me... ...I can find other ways to make you keep your mouth shut as well.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, don't get angry... I'll think again. 
Kazuma:
There must be a clue somewhere in all that evidence in the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Actually, now that I think about it... ...there might be some pieces of evidence I haven't thoroughly examined yet.)
Leads back to:
"And what does the defence have to say about all this?"
Ryunosuke:
Well, surely that would be...Satoru Hosonaga-san!
Judge:
Hosonaga-san? The waiter who took the stand earlier?
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Poppycock! What possible reason would the waiter have to make these witnesses give false testimony? Not to mention the fact that even a head waiter could not possibly have that level of influence!
Kazuma:
For once, I would agree with you. If, that is, the man truly were a waiter.
Auchi:
Wha...? If he truly were..?
Kazuma:
Come on, Ryunosuke! Time to hit this court with the truth! The truth about Satoru Hosonaga-san's real identity, as proven by this evidence!
Present Waiter's Business Card (after examining back of card)
Ryunosuke:
 
Leads to:
"The plan of the restaurant sketched by the man in question?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
 
Judge:
Hmph. I'm not sure what this is supposed to prove, Counsel.
Auchi:
I think, Your Excellency, that what this proves is not the true nature of the waiter... ...but the true nature of the accused.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Auchi:
A blackguard, who would stoop to presenting irrelevant evidence to incriminate an innocent man. That is the true nature of this rookie!
Ryunosuke:
Waaagh!
Kazuma:
Try again. Go over all the evidence we have one more time. There's something in there that proves who this waiter really is, I'm sure of it!
Ryunosuke:
Al-Alright then. I'll try!
Leads back to:
"Come on, Ryunosuke!"
Judge:
The plan of the restaurant sketched by the man in question? Hm, I agree it shows a great deal of attention to detail, but I'm not sure we can conclude anything-
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, Your Excellency. That's the back of the card. It's the back...of the back of the card that's of interest.
Judge:
I...beg your pardon?
Ryunosuke:
Or, or perhaps I should have said, the front? Yes! It's the front of the back of the card! That's where the telling detail is!
Judge:
......... Would somebody please explain what this overexcited student is trying to say?
Kazuma:
Hosonaga-san sketched the plan of the restaurant on the reverse side of his business card. The front of that business card reveals the man in question's profession. His true profession.
Judge:
The waiter's profession? But that's surely... Good... Good gracious!
Kazuma:
That's right, Your Excellency. The card reads, 'Chief Inspector, Primary Criminal Investigation Division, Imperial Police Bureau'. 
Auchi:
WHAT?! The, the waiter is...a police detective?! I, I haven't heard any mention of this before! Why haven't I heard any mention of this before?!
Kazuma:
The Imperial Police Bureau has immense power. Absolute power, as far as regular civilians are concerned. So, witnesses there in the stand...
Nosa:
...!
Korekuta:
...!
Kazuma:
Was it in fact the waiter who gave you your orders? Was it he who told you not to mention that you'd seen this foreign gentlewoman at the scene?
Nosa:
Erm, well...
Korekuta:
.........
Hosonaga:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
In-Inspector Hosonaga...!
Hosonaga:
I was worried something like this may happen. The moment you asked me to submit my sketch as evidence, I realised it was a possibility.
Judge:
The court will take this plan and add it to the Court Record as evidence.
Hosonaga:
Oh, um... Well...
Judge:
Is there a problem? Hand the plan to the court officer at once!
Hosonaga:
Um...of course. Here you are.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I remember now... He did act strangely when the judge asked him to hand over his business card.)
Hosonaga:
I strive to carry out all investigations flawlessly. It's my guiding principle. But I let myself be distracted when I made that sketch. It was an unusually careless mistake. 
Auchi:
So...you mean to say... You really are a detective?!
Hosonaga:
.........
Ryunosuke:
But why would a detective be working as a restaurant waiter? Ah! Of course! Your salary must be terrible!
Hosonaga:
I was working undercover.
Ryunosuke:
Undercover...?
Hosonaga:
Yes. There have been a series of incidents at the restaurant recently. In order to investigate, I decided to get a job there as a waiter, working undercover.
Kazuma:
Incidents at the restaurant? What kind of incidents?
Hosonaga:
That would be classified police information, which I am not at liberty to divulge. However, I can state categorically that they are unrelated to this case of homicide. 
Judge:
Hmmm... Very well then, Inspector Hosonaga. But you will elaborate on one point for the court...
Hosonaga:
Of course, Your Excellency.
Judge:
We have just heard new information from the two witnesses beside you. That at the time of the shooting, there was in fact another person present at the victim's table.
Hosonaga:
.........
Judge:
If that is indeed true... ...clearly you would also have been aware of this person's presence, having served at the table in question. However, your testimony did not allude to this other diner. Therefore, I am led to assume... ...that in your professional capacity as a police officer, you required these witnesses to be in agreement. Would that be correct?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem! ......... Correct, Your Excellency.
Ryunosuke:
Unbelievable!
Kazuma:
Hm, as I suspected...
Hosonaga:
.........
*BANG!*
Hosonaga:
As soon as I heard the gunshot, I ran out of the kitchen to see what had happened. The victim sat slumped in his chair, and beside him, gun in hand, stood the accused student. Sitting opposite the victim at the same table was a young lady whom I guessed to be an Englishwoman. 
Kazuma:
So the truth comes out.
Hosonaga:
I immediately sealed off the restaurant and reported the incident to the bureau. It was then that I received some...special orders. 
Ryunosuke:
Special orders? You mean to say...?
Hosonaga:
'Remove the Englishwoman from the scene at once.' ......... It was made clear that the Englishwoman's presence at the restaurant was to be concealed. Those were my orders. 
Ryunosuke:
But! But what if this Englishwoman was the killer?
Hosonaga:
I think it would be in everyone's best interests not to pursue that idea.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Hosonaga:
The empire views the friendly terms of its relationship with Britain more highly than anything at the moment. An Englishman has been murdered on our soil. To name an Englishwoman as the primary suspect... Well, without irrefutable evidence, that would be completely out of the question.
Kazuma:
So that's the reason for the disappearance of the phantom woman in this case.
Ryunosuke:
But it's not right...!
Hosonaga:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
Kazuma:
......... ...One possibility does spring to mind.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, Kazuma...?
Kazuma:
Yumei University is currently hosting a number of exchange students from Great Britain. And I'm fairly certain that one of them, studying in the medical faculty's research laboratory... ...is a young Englishwoman.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Hosonaga:
...You're a shrewd man. I can see why you're the chosen candidate for the overseas study tour. 
Ryunosuke:
...! You mean...?
Hosonaga:
When I removed the woman from the scene of the crime... ...I thought it prudent to check her identity first. 
Judge:
Then the court demands that you name the lady in question at once, Inspector!
Hosonaga:
The Englishwoman sitting at the university professor's table was a certain Miss Jezaille Brett. She is indeed a foreign student studying in the research laboratory of Yumei University's medical faculty.
Auchi:
Wha... What is happening heeeeeere?!
Hosonaga:
I admit that under orders from the police bureau, I erased all evidence of this lady's presence at the scene... ...and ordered these witnesses to make no mention of her in their testimonies. It must now be up to Your Excellency to decide how to deal with this situation.
Judge:
......... Very well. My thoughts on the matter are as follows... Thus far, the case presented to the court has been underpinned by a particularly critical premise. Namely, that the victim was dining alone.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
However, as we have now discovered that this premise is false... ...it would be a desecration of our justice system to ignore the truth and give a ruling at this point.
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
But, but, Your Excellency! That would mean missing the noon deadline of a ruling in order to send the telegraphic report to Great Britain! Our own government will surely be very displeased by such actions.
Judge:
Calm yourself, Counsel. I will not allow the government of our country or any other to influence the proceedings of my courtroom. 
Auchi:
Ugh!
Judge:
Inspector Hosonaga...
Hosonaga:
Yes, sir?
Judge:
You will locate this Jezaille Brett and escort her to the courtroom with the utmost urgency.
Hosonaga:
At once, Your Excellency.
Auchi:
But, but that means you'll be going against the special orders you were given from the police bureau!
Hosonaga:
......... As I said before... ...it is my guiding principle to carry out all investigations flawlessly. 
Ryunosuke:
So, it won't be a problem?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! Ahem! Ahem, ahem! Nothing will get in my way!
Judge:
Court will adjourn briefly. The prosecution must call the English student, Jezaille Brett, to the witness stand. Do I make myself clear?
Auchi:
Yes... ...Your Excellencyyyyyyy! 
Judge:
Good. Then we will have a thirty-minute recess before reconvening. 
To be continued...
22nd November, 11:38 a.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Defendants' Antechamber 5
Kazuma:
Excellent work, Ryunosuke! That was superb!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... My heart was in my mouth the entire time.
Kazuma:
It was almost unbelievable. I mean, looking at you in there... You were drenched in sweat, your eyes popping, your knees knocking AND you were grinding your teeth. It was a grim sight, but before I knew it, you'd started finding inconsistencies in the testimonies. I think you might have a natural talent for being a lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
Forget it! It's terrifying! If I get through this, I don't ever want to see the inside of a courtroom again!
Kazuma:
Ha ha ha ha hah! Anyway, it looks like we've exposed your phantom lady at least.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
Miss Jezaille Brett... A student from Great Britain...is she?
Ryunosuke:
That's what I was trying to tell everyone from the start. Dr Wilson wasn't alone! There was a young woman with him. Like I've been saying all along! 
Kazuma:
Yes, you have, haven't you?
Ryunosuke:
I might not be overly confident in the courtroom, but my powers of observation are one thing I am sure of.
Kazuma:
Yes, I can see that. So...about this young gentlewoman... Thanks to our detective friend, she was hastily escorted away from the scene, it seems. Did you see what happened with that?
Ryunosuke:
No, I didn't see any of it. I was just on my way out of the restaurant myself. Then, on the floor next to Dr Wilson's table... ...I noticed there was a gun lying on the floor. And just after I bent down and picked it up...
*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
I didn't have time to think about where the sound of the gunshot had come from. The waiter ran over to me, looking as white as a sheet... ...and he bundled me into some sort of small pantry next to the kitchen.
Kazuma:
Fast thinking by the detective. He apprehended his suspect without a moment's delay.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and because I was shut in the pantry... ...I have no idea what happened outside in the dining area.
Kazuma:
Hmm...
???:
Ah, there you are. Well done, both of you.
Kazuma:
Professor Mikotoba!
Mikotoba:
Well... It seems I was right. The pair of you make an outstanding team. You've exceeded my expectations, I have to say.
Kazuma:
Yes...it seems you planned this from the start. You arranged things so that I wouldn't be able to act as a lawyer in this trial.
Mikotoba:
......... Our modern country is still in its infancy. Our justice system, even more so. Which is why... ...I firmly believe that we need to send our brightest young stars overseas to learn all they can. I wanted to avoid a situation that may have resulted in your study tour to Great Britain being cancelled.
Kazuma:
......... Well, it makes no difference. Lawyer or otherwise, if I'm the kind of man who can't help his best friend avert the worst crisis of his life... ...I shouldn't waste everyone's time by going to study overseas anyway.
Ryunosuke:
What?! What are you saying, Kazuma?
Mikotoba:
Hmph. So that's your stance... I was afraid you'd feel that way.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma!
Mikotoba:
Well then, it looks like it all comes down to you, young man.
Ryunosuke:
To, to me?
Mikotoba:
Yes. You need to prove your innocence, and uncover what really took place in that restaurant. I  must say, I very much want to know the truth. After all, I have a personal connection to this case.
Ryunosuke:
(Come to think of it, he said the same thing earlier this morning, didn't he?) Um, if you don't mind me asking, Professor... ...did you know the victim?
Mikotoba:
Yes, I did. As you're probably aware, Dr John H. Wilson was a visiting professor at Yumei. And it was I who invited him.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! I, I see...
Kazuma:
I...didn't know that before. 
Mikotoba:
Anyway, you're about to go into battle. The victim was a university professor from Great Britain. And a well known one at that. Naturally our government is looking to identify and punish the culprit as quickly as possible.
Kazuma:
But let's not forget who we're going up against. The 'gentlewoman' whose involvement our police bureau went to extraordinary lengths to hide.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Mikotoba:
Yes, and I'm sure the prosecution will be using every tool at their disposal to quash your case. But I've no doubt that you pair will put up a good fight, right to the last. Best of luck!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you!
Mikotoba:
Now then... ...I need you to run an errand at the university at once. There's something I think we may need. 
???:
Of course. Good luck...Kazuma-sama.
Bailiff:
Defendant Naruhodo! Court recess is over. Please make your way back inside the courtroom at once!
Kazuma:
It's time. Let's get back to it, partner. Let's go in there and deal a decisive blow before those old fossils know what's hit them!
Ryunosuke:
......... Um, Kazuma...
Kazuma:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Thank you. Really.
Kazuma:
What for?
Ryunosuke:
Well, if you hadn't said you believed me, then... ...I'm fairly sure I'd already have been found guilty by now.
Kazuma:
Look, I have faith in you. As a lawyer, and as a friend.
Ryunosuke:
Coming from you, that means a lot. (If I'm found guilty in this trial... ...he's really going to give up on his dream of studying abroad. That's the kind of true friend he is. So this isn't just my battle any more. Whoever we're up against, we absolutely cannot afford to lose!) Alright then... ...I'll save the thank-yous for after the trial.
Kazuma:
You can treat me to one of those sukiyaki meals I like from 'Yumei Cafeteria' on University Street. With an extra large portion, of course!
22nd November, 12:09 p.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Courtroom 2
Judge:
The court hereby resumes the trial of Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Prosecutor Auchi, have you managed to subpoena the witness?
Auchi:
Yes, Your Excellency! Against all odds. And thanks to a certain young stripling, the prosecution is now under rather painful scrutiny from the government.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry...
Kazuma:
Let the government scrutinise. That's their job. It's nothing to worry about.
Auchi:
It's highly unlikely that the good relations we've forged with Great Britain will emerge from this trial unscathed. Will you still think it's nothing to worry about when the new treaty breaks down and our nation founders?!
Ryunosuke:
Again... Terribly sorry...
Kazuma:
If the friendship between our nations is really so fragile, then the treaty isn't worth the paper it's written on. You really have nothing to worry about, Ryunosuke.
Auchi:
What do you mean?
Kazuma:
A secret trial, anxiety over some foreign government's opinions, a bungled investigation, missing witnesses... Is this what our nation's justice system is? Is this the Supreme Court of Japan, or of England?!
Auchi:
Shut up! Shut up, you jumped-up rookie boy! You and your friend know nothing! Nothing of the situation our nation finds itself in! By aligning ourselves with this great world power, we'll become strong! Diplomacy has never been more critical! Steady political manoeuvring is what will secure our futures!
Ryunosuke:
......... I won't deny that I'm no expert. I'm just a student. And one who could arguably study harder, too. But standing here now in our Supreme Court, there is one thing that I feel very strongly: A country that fails to uphold the truth in its justice system is a country with no future at all.
Auchi:
...!
Judge:
...!
Kazuma:
Well said, Ryunosuke. Despite the wide-eyed look of terror.
Auchi:
You little braaaaats!
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. This court is the pinnacle of our nation's justice system, and exists solely for the pursuance of truth. With that in mind, this trial will now resume with the next witness taking the stand. The visiting student from Great Britain, Miss Jezaille Brett!
Auchi:
Yes... ...Your Excellencyyyyyyy!
Auchi:
Well, what a delight it is to welcome such a fine gentlewoman to Japan! And from such a distant land!
Judge:
Tea! Someone bring English tea! In England, no discussions take place without tea!
Ryunosuke:
...Is that true?
Kazuma:
...No idea.
Auchi:
So, erm... Ahem! Could we possibly trouble you to state your name and occupation for the court?
Hosonaga:
Of course. My name is Satoru Hosonaga. I have been working undercover as the head waiter at La Carneval, but my true-
Auchi:
Yes, yes, we know all about you already!
Judge:
Inspector Hosonaga! Where are your manners? In England, it's always ladies first!
Ryunosuke:
...Is that true?
Kazuma:
...No idea. More importantly, a little earlier today you said something to me. You said your powers of observation are the one thing you're sure of.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes... I think I did, didn't I?
Kazuma:
Yet your description for this amazing sight was simply 'a woman'. Sorry, Ryunosuke, but powers of observation aside, your powers of description are sorely lacking.
Ryunosuke:
...Guilty.
Auchi:
So, dear lady, once again, if we may trouble you for your name and occupation, please.
???:
[Foreign text].
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
.........
Auchi:
Um, I'm terribly sorry, dear lady, but...what?
Hosonaga:
[Foreign text]?
???:
[Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
The lady says her name is Jezaille Brett. She comes from London, England. She's a visiting research student, currently enrolled in Yumei University's medical faculty.
Auchi:
Oh, my! What a rare treat to hear the dulcet tones of the delightful language of the British people! I'm afraid I don't understand a word you said, but it was as beautiful as a hummingbird's song! 
Kazuma:
As far as I can tell... ...the detective is translating her words faithfully enough.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I agree. Haha, you'll obviously do fine in England, Kazuma. Her English doesn't rattle you at all, does it?
Kazuma:
Nor you. You've clearly been paying attention in your English classes, Ryunosuke.
Judge:
The court thanks the beautiful lady for taking the stand. Now...if we may trouble you to confirm something, Miss Brett.
Brett:
.........
Judge:
Three days ago, at a restaurant called La Carneval, a grim murder took place. The court has been led to believe that you were dining there with the victim, Dr Wilson, at the time. Is that correct?
Hosonaga:
[Foreign text]?
Brett:
[Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
She says...'Yes.'
Ryunosuke:
This could take some time...
Kazuma:
So even though she's studying here in Japan, she can't speak any Japanese?
Brett:
[Foreign text]. [Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
She'd like to apologise for disappearing from the scene. She says that she was due to make a presentation at the university, so she had to leave immediately. 
Kazuma:
Interesting, when you're the one who engineered her escape...
Hosonaga:
I was just following special orders from the bureau.
Auchi:
Well now, dear lady, would you be so kind as to cast your eyes over this photographic print? Seeing as you were, so unfortunately, present at the scene of the crime... ...could it be that your resplendent eyes caught sight of the wicked perpetrator, perhaps?
Brett:
[Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
Apparently it was a very frightening...and sorrowful sight.
Judge:
Do you mean to say...?
Hosonaga:
Yes. It would appear the lady did witness the crime. The very moment when the accused, standing right there in this courtroom... ...shot the victim in cold blood!
Judge:
Order! Order in court!
Auchi:
Did, did you hear that, Your Excellency? Here we have an absolutely conclusive witness statement!
Judge:
Hmmm...
Kazuma:
Well, it looks like it's clear now. Clear who our real enemy is!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Unfortunately, I will have to ask you to formally testify, if you please. Kindly tell the court the exact nature of this frightening and sorrowful sight you described.
Hosonaga:
[Foreign text]?
Witness Testimony
- A Frightening and Sorrowful Sight -
Brett:
[Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
'I had arranged to meet for a slightly late luncheon with Dr Wilson that day.'
'The professor was unable to eat, so I ordered for myself only. A beef steak.'
Brett:
[Foreign text]!
Hosonaga:
'After a while, the accused came over to greet the professor, and they got into a fierce argument.'
'Then, not long afterwards, the accused took the professor's gun, and shot him right before my eyes!'
Brett:
[Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
'I don't carry a gun myself, so obviously I couldn't have been the culprit.'
Judge:
Hmph. This is a condemning testimony indeed.
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
No! I, I didn't have any kind of argument with the professor at all!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Quiet, you filthy wretch! Look at you, you black-hearted blackguard! And look at this snow-white angel! I'm sure even a dark-minded scoundrel like you can imagine whose words the court is going to believe!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Kazuma:
You're still making the same mistakes, Ryunosuke. You mustn't blurt out when you're goaded like that. That's a lesson you need to learn.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, but he's so annoying!
Hosonaga:
Of course, I was at the scene as well. I took statements from this lady and the two witnesses who testified before, and reported back to the bureau. It was decided that Miss Brett was not involved, so I let her go.
Kazuma:
The testimonies of the last two witnesses were completely worthless, however.
Hosonaga:
Well, even so... On the day in question, the lady was wearing the same outfit as she is today. As you can see, there is nowhere about her person where she could conceal a firearm. 
Ryunosuke:
(I would think she could hide a gun almost ANYWHERE in that outfit if she wanted to...)
Auchi:
Unless and until the precise location where the witness is to have hidden a weapon can be shown, this is moot.
Hosonaga:
'There are no pockets in my outfit. I have nowhere to hide a gun.' Those are the witness's own words on the matter.
Ryunosuke:
(Argh! That's ridiculous! If only I was allowed to lift up her dress, I could prove it!)
Kazuma:
Don't think about doing anything rash, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
But I didn't fire the gun I picked up! There must have been another gun there that day!
Kazuma:
You're right about that. Which means...this lady was hiding a gun somewhere... Yes, that's what we have to prove now. And to do so, we will need to pull her testimony apart.
Judge:
The defence may now cross-examine the witness.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes, Your Excellency!
Cross-Examination
- A Frightening and Sorrowful Sight -
Hosonaga:
'I had arranged to meet for a slightly late luncheon with Dr Wilson that day.'
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
After 2 p.m., in fact. That's really quite a late lunch, isn't it?
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
You don't keep up with the latest fashions from Britain, do you? Late luncheons are en vogue. Isn't that right?
Brett:
No.
Auchi:
Ugh...
Kazuma:
Hm, a decisive English 'no' has quite a sting to it.
Hosonaga:
The gentlewoman is currently working in the victim's research laboratory, it seems. So it was apparently a daily occurrence that they would lunch together.
Kazuma:
But on the day in question, the victim had another appointment at the clinic first.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, which we can prove from the medical report card that was submitted as evidence earlier.)
Hosonaga:
That's right. Miss Brett and the victim went to lunch following the victim's treatment, which is why it was so late.
Judge:
Yes, yes, that all makes perfect sense.
Auchi:
Such wonderful logic! What a shining example of English intelligence this fine gentlewoman is!
Kazuma:
So you both arrived at the restaurant. What happened next?
Hosonaga:
 'The professor was unable to eat, so I ordered for myself only. A beef steak.'
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
He was unable to eat, you say. And that was because he'd just had a tooth removed at Hotta Clinic, correct?
Hosonaga:
That's right.
Ryunosuke:
(Um, you're supposed to actually check with the witness before answering...)
Kazuma:
Was Miss Brett aware of that fact?
Hosonaga:
It seems so, yes. She'd heard that the professor was to have some dental treatment.
Ryunosuke:
So that would mean... ...that it WAS you who ate the steak pictured here. Is that right, Miss Brett?
Hosonaga:
That's right, yes. The print you have there shows the table exactly as it was left after the horrifying events.
Ryunosuke:
('Exactly as it was left'...?)
Auchi:
Dear me! What a harrowing experience! To have travelled to a distant island on the far side of the world and be embroiled in such a tragic incident... Have no fear, my dear lady! I swear I will crush the evil fiend that has subjected you to this terrible plight!
Kazuma:
So the victim, Dr Wilson, had nothing to eat or drink at all?
Hosonaga:
That's right. Other than some carbonated water.
Ryunosuke:
Just water?
Hosonaga:
Yes. The professor was unable to eat, but he had been given permission to drink water. So it appears that the diners toasted their lunch with a glass of water each.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, they each raised a glass of carbonated water...)
Kazuma:
What do you think, Ryunosuke? About the witness's last statement.
It's very meaningful
Ryunosuke:
That last statement of yours, Miss Brett...has a profound bearing on this case!
Auchi:
Well, well, how fascinating. Do tell us, what is this 'profound bearing', hm?
Ryunosuke:
......... .........
Kazuma:
The significance of the statement will become apparent when the time is right. The defence calls for the witness's last statement to be formally added to the testimony. 
Auchi:
Hmph! Well sidestepped, Counsel.
Judge:
Very well. Miss Brett... Kindly repeat what you just said to be added to your official testimony.
Hosonaga:
'Gladly,' she said.
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
That was brilliant, Kazuma! I'm going to remember that one.
Kazuma:
Which one?
Ryunosuke:
'The significance will become apparent when the time is right.' I could really use that phrase!
Kazuma:
I'd hope there are some other useful tips you're picking up from this experience than that, Ryunosuke.
Changes statement "The professor was unable to eat, so I ordered for myself only. A beef steak." to "I ordered a beef steak for myself, and the professor and I said "cheers" over a glass of carbonated water."
It's nothing
Ryunosuke:
Um, I can't really see anything wrong with it.
Kazuma:
Really? Alright then, if that's what you think. .........
Ryunosuke:
Um, Kazuma... ...do YOU think it's significant in some way? 
Kazuma:
Well, perhaps. But let's do this your way.
Ryunosuke:
(Maybe I should press her on that statement again...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Hosonaga:
'I ordered a beef steak for myself, and the professor and I said "cheers" over a glass of carbonated water.'
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
So both you and the professor drank this carbonated water, did you?
Hosonaga:
Yes. Being the waiter, I poured the two glasses myself. I clearly remember doing so.
Ryunosuke:
(Except you're actually a detective...)
Kazuma:
And the beef steak... That was for you, Miss Brett?
Hosonaga:
The lady says that she'd heard it was not customary to eat beef here until Japan opened its doors to the world.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's true.
Hosonaga:
'What a frightful place!' ...is the lady's opinion.
Ryunosuke:
(And I've heard it's not customary to eat sashimi in Great Britain. Now THAT'S frightful!)
Kazuma:
Every country has its own cuisine. As long as people have food to eat, what does it matter what it is?
Ryunosuke:
True. Come to think of it... ...the first time I tried carbonated water, it was much more of a shock than the first time I tried beef! (But anyway, back to this witness's statement. Somehow, I feel like there's something out of place in what she's saying...)
Kazuma:
We need to pounce on even the slightest thing now. Because you never know what might lead us to our goal. Our goal of turning this trial around.
Ryunosuke:
Understood, Kazuma.
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"......... That's it!"
Hosonaga:
'After a while, the accused came over to greet the professor, and they got into a fierce argument.'
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I never got into an argument with the professor! All I did when I noticed him, was go over to say hello!
Hosonaga:
Please, don't get angry with me.
Ryunosuke:
No no! I, I wasn't directing that retort at you! It was meant for the lady next to you. But anyway! As I said, I did NOT argue with the professor!
Hosonaga:
......... I'm afraid your words are in vain.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Hosonaga:
Miss Brett does not appear to speak Japanese.
Auchi:
No, no, of course not! Japanese is such a cumbersome language anyway! English is the future! We must all su-pii-ku Ingurisshu!
Kazuma:
I wonder if the prosecution will feel that way forever, or only in the presence of a beautiful woman, hm?
Ryunosuke:
(Well, that 'beautiful woman' is telling blatant lies with a completely straight face. I have to find something that will unravel her testimony, no matter how seemingly insignificant it may be...)
Hosonaga:
Anyway, it seems that after the argument, the accused briefly returned to his own seat. 
Kazuma:
That part ties in with what you said, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I still had some coffee to drink. 
Kazuma:
And the next time you got up after that...
Ryunosuke:
Was when I'd finished my coffee and stood up to leave.
Brett:
.........
Hosonaga:
'Then, not long afterwards, the accused took the professor's gun, and shot him right before my eyes!'
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Like I said! I did NOT shoot that gun!
Kazuma:
And like I said! There's no point repeating that assertion over and over!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I wasn't expecting to be attacked by my own side.
Auchi:
Nevertheless, Defendant, you can't deny... ...that when the shot rang out in the restaurant, you had a gun in your hand!
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, that's...that's true, but...! But all I did was pick up the gun I saw on the floor next to the professor as I was leaving the restaurant! In fact... Yes! There was someone much closer to the victim than me at that time. The highly suspicious lady in the stand!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
That will do, you dirty rotten scoundrel!
Ryunosuke:
Dirty?
Auchi:
Your baseless accusations could very well cause an international incident...boy!
Kazuma:
It seems to me, that your accusation is just as baseless as ours.
Auchi:
Tsh huh huh! What nonsense!
Hosonaga:
The lady is merely stating what she saw.
Ryunosuke:
(And this is already an international incident as far as I'm concerned, anyway.)
Hosonaga:
'I don't carry a gun myself, so obviously I couldn't have been the culprit.'
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It's all very well saying that, but can you prove it?
Hosonaga:
Absolutely. I verified it personally.
Ryunosuke:
You...verified it?
Hosonaga:
Yes, immediately after the incident, I checked to make sure the lady was not carrying a weapon. I distinctly remember her saying, 'I'm not.' 
Ryunosuke:
That's...all you did? You just asked her?
Kazuma:
Surely you carried out a physical search, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
...No.
Ryunosuke:
Why on earth not?!
Auchi:
The honourable English gentlewoman clearly stated that she did not possess a weapon. There was obviously no need for any further probing into the matter!
Kazuma:
Or...there was no permission given for any further probing into the matter perhaps?
Auchi:
Think what you will! But if you're going to continue with this preposterous claim that the refined lady was concealing a firearm... ...the prosecution demands that you support your assertion with facts!
Kazuma:
In other words, he wants evidence.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Brett:
[Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
The lady wishes to point out that of course she wanted to stay and assist with the investigation... ...but she was in a hurry to give a presentation at the university, so she was compelled to leave.
Kazuma:
Not to mention the fact that your office had told you to get the woman out of there.
Hosonaga:
Not 'get her out of there'. I just urged her to leave. The lady would like to point out that she in no way meant to 'run away' from the scene of the crime. Which is why she is only too happy to cooperate and testify here in court today, of course.
Auchi:
Unlike a certain student who refuses to admit when the game is up!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
You could at least have the courtesy to pay attention when I'm goading you!
Kazuma:
So she's maintaining that you got into an argument with the professor, at the end of which, you shot him.
Ryunosuke:
Which is an out-and-out, totally unfounded lie!
Kazuma:
Still, her statement is very compelling. After all, she's an elegant, refined, young and beautiful gentlewoman from Great Britain. In stark contrast to you, dressed from head to toe in a dull black school uniform.
Ryunosuke:
I'm dressed exactly the same way as you are, except for the flapping red ribbons!
Kazuma:
Well anyway, this is our only chance to expose her testimony as the fiction that it is.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
If we can't do that, the trial's over. Even you with your thick skin must be able to feel the murderous looks you're getting from around the room.
Ryunosuke:
Only too well. I feel half dead already. (And the fact that I can't see a single inconsistency in her testimony isn't making me feel any better, either!)
Kazuma:
The first thing to do is press her on any of her statements that seem even slightly off to you. Do that, and an opening will present itself. I promise you.
Ryunosuke:
(I need to expose the true face of this exotic foreigner that's hiding behind the mask. That's what I should be aiming for in this cross-examination...!)
Ryunosuke:
......... That's it! Let me just confirm something, please. It's...to do with this photographic print. Just a short while ago, you spoke of this print showing the victim's table at the crime scene... ...that it was 'exactly as it was left'.
Hosonaga:
'That is correct,' the lady says.
Ryunosuke:
Well! That is... It's, um... It's odd! Very odd!
Auchi:
Dear me. What's odd is the defence's inability to express itself.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke, what is it about the print that looks odd to you?
Ryunosuke:
Well obviously, it's...it's the 'cheers'!
Auchi:
The...'cheers'?
Ryunosuke:
Miss Brett just told us that she and the professor said 'cheers' over a glass of water. But if that's true... ...there should be two glasses on the table, not one!
Judge:
Ah...
Hosonaga:
...!
Judge:
You're quite right, Counsel. There's only one glass pictured here!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Are we supposed to be impressed by this nit-picking over minutiae? What possible difference does the presence or absence of a glass make on the case?
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Minutiae, you say? Could it be that the detective here removed a glass from the table to conceal the lady's presence?
Hosonaga:
Of course not! I would never do something so reckless.
Ryunosuke:
But there should have been two glasses on the table! Or are you going to try to tell me you can clink with only one?!
Hosonaga:
......... You're quite right. I certainly took two glasses to the table.
Brett:
[Foreign text].
Judge:
Inspector! What did the lady say?
Hosonaga:
It would seem that it was Miss Brett who took the glass from the table.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Hosonaga:
'It was all so terrifying, everything that happened. I panicked and thought I should try to hide the fact that I'd been there at all,' she's saying.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Brett:
...Sorry.
Auchi:
There, as I assured the court before... this is of no consequence at all.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, please...
Auchi:
We must remember that this student had just murdered the lady's luncheon companion before her very eyes! Who could blame her for concealing a glass or two in her state of disarray?
Ryunosuke:
That's absurd!
Auchi:
Oh really? So do we take it that you are now going to accuse this vulnerable, young and beautiful woman of...mischief?
Ryunosuke:
What?! No no no! This, this can't be put down to 'mischief'!
Kazuma:
I'd like to know... ...exactly how the lady took the glass from the scene.
Brett:
[Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
It would seem that she slipped it into a small handbag she was carrying.
Judge:
A handbag, you say?
Hosonaga:
Yes, Your Excellency. A small, handheld pouch commonly carried by well-to-do women in England. 
Auchi:
So, the beautiful lady has very graciously explained how and why she removed the glass from the scene now. However! The fact remains that this glass has absolutely no bearing on the case!
Judge:
Hm...
Auchi:
This student has been trying to confuse the court with logical reasoning! But in the end, it comes to nothing. No more pretentious accusations! You have wasted enough time already!
Judge:
Indeed, the lady has offered a satisfactory explanation as to why she removed this glass. I think henceforth we can consider the matter to have no bearing on the case. Counsel for the Defence, are you in agreement?
Ryunosuke:
Um, well... (I don't know, really...)
Kazuma:
If you want to pursue this matter further... ...you're going to need to show that it has some deeper significance.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. (So she took the glass away in her handbag. If there's a deeper significance there, it's...)
The glass
Ryunosuke:
If you ask me, it's the fact that she took the glass that has a deeper significance here.
Kazuma:
Why do you think that?
Ryunosuke:
Because! It's the property of the restaurant! It's not some harmless act of pilfering, like taking a bar of soap home from the public baths, is it?
Kazuma:
You...take soap from the public baths?!
Ryunosuke:
What? No! I, I mean... Ahem! That isn't significant here...
Kazuma:
It's very significant! But this isn't the time or the place. There are more important things to concentrate on now. I think maybe you should reconsider your position, too.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, sorry... I will.
Leads back to:
"Indeed, the lady has offered a satisfactory explanation as to why she removed this glass."
The handbag
Leads to:
"Wait! The lady put the glass in her handbag, you say?"
Nothing in particular
Ryunosuke:
Well... I'm not really sure there is a deeper significance here at all.
Kazuma:
You do get it, don't you? If you can't find a reason why this glass matters, you'll almost certainly be found guilty.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... I knew you were going to say that.
Kazuma:
And I presume you've got this, too? It's the fact that she took the glass away in her handbag. That's the deeper significance.
Ryunosuke:
If I'd worked that out, I would have given it as my answer in the first place.
Kazuma:
Think about it. The lady was carrying a handbag. It could have had almost anything inside it.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Kazuma:
So! It's time to reconsider your answer, Ryunosuke.
Leads back to:
"Indeed, the lady has offered a satisfactory explanation as to why she removed this glass."
Ryunosuke:
Wait! The lady put the glass in her handbag, you say?
Auchi:
Yes. Do try to keep up. It's already been explained to the court that all English gentlewomen carry handbags for small items.
Ryunosuke:
Let me see... A little while ago, Miss Brett stated the following... 'There are no pockets in my outfit. I have nowhere to hide a gun.' But! What she forgot to mention, was her handbag. In which it would be perfectly possible to conceal a gun!
Judge:
You're right!
Kazuma:
Well done, partner. I had a feeling you'd pick up on that, too.
Auchi:
What are you insinuating, you vile blackguard?!
Kazuma:
It's really very simple. The gunshot was heard when the defendant picked up the gun from the restaurant floor. As he didn't fire that gun, we can deduce there must have been another firearm at the scene. The true murder weapon, if you will.
Auchi:
You, you can't seriously be suggesting...
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Hosonaga!
Hosonaga:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Did you or did you not search Miss Jezaille Brett's handbag on the day of the murder?
Hosonaga:
No, sir, I did not.
Ryunosuke:
(As I thought!) In other words, another gun - the one that was actually used to kill the professor... ...could have been hidden in Miss Brett's handbag!
Auchi:
Nnn... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Auchi:
What is the meaning of this, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
The meaning of what, Prosecutor Auchi?
Auchi:
Why on earth did you not have the lady open her handbag and show you the contents at the time? Thanks to your bungling incompetence, now she has to endure these...uncomfortable accusations!
Kazuma:
Brilliant work, partner! Now we have a chance to expose the real woman behind the mask!
Ryunosuke:
Do you think so, Kazuma?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem! AHEM! ...AHEM! ...AHEM, AHEM! Well, what a sorry situation. Clearly you have no faith in the police.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Hosonaga:
As I said, I did not search the lady's handbag after the shooting. Simply because...it was unnecessary.
Ryunosuke:
Unnecessary in what way?
Hosonaga:
I ought to thank the student lawyer, really. I have a piece of evidence here that I had completely forgotten about. This photographic print. This print is of a photograph that I thought would be prudent to take immediately after the shooting. As you can see, it clearly shows Miss Brett's handbag.
Judge:
Well I never! You can see right through to what's inside!
Hosonaga:
That's right. Apparently, meshwork bags like these are the height of fashion in London at the moment.
Judge:
Hm, so the contents are clearly visible.
Hosonaga:
Exactly. So there was no need to search the lady's handbag. If there had been a gun inside, it would have been immediately obvious.
Ryunosuke:
Agh! 
Hosonaga:
As you can see, there's nothing to imply Miss Brett's guilt here. Thank you for helping to prove that, Naruhodo-san.
Ryunosuke:
Uh... UWAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
Order! Order! Inspector Hosonaga, you will submit that print as evidence at once!
Hosonaga:
Certainly, Your Excellency.
The photograph of the handbag has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
I think you've had long enough to cross-examine the witness, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
The court has now been shown considerable evidence. As the photographic print just submitted into the Court Record appears to have no further significance... ...I am satisfied that there is no longer any room for doubt in this matter, and I must make my ruling.
Auchi:
Indeed. And there is only one logical conclusion. That the pathetic rookie slumped over the bench before us is the only possible perpetrator of this crime.
Ryunosuke:
(No... Just when I thought I was beginning to turn things around... I'm in a worse situation than I was at the start!)
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Um, Kazuma...
Kazuma:
......... I'm sorry, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
Now that the cross-examination of the witness is over, there's no way to force the trial to continue.
Ryunosuke:
What?! You, you mean, this is it...?
Kazuma:
.........
Auchi:
Tsh huh huh! I must say, you put up quite a fight...for a rookie student. But the weak are meat, while the strong eat! You were wasting your time. There is no way to defeat true justice! A fact you can chew on to your heart's content...from the inside of your cell!
Ryunosuke:
(This can't be happening...! Am I really going to be found guilty of a crime that I didn't commit? And Kazuma... His dream of going to study in Great Britain will slip through his fingers.) ......... Kazuma...
Kazuma:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Is there really... Is there really no chance now of turning this trial around?
Kazuma:
You heard the judge. There's nothing about that last photograph the detective produced that we can contest. Which means...there's no basis on which we can argue for the trial to continue.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
Very well. I will now proceed immediately to the ruling.
Auchi:
It seems we will be able to report to the British government on time after all!
Kazuma:
That smug little...
Judge:
Ryunosuke Naruhodo, having considered all of the evidence placed before me, I hereby find you-
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Wait! ...Your Excellency!
Kazuma:
...Ryunosuke?!
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't think you can rule on this case yet!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
This amateurishness is getting tedious! When His Excellency deems that the trial is over, he gives his ruling. That is the most basic protocol of the courtroom!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Your Excellency, just a moment ago you said this: 'As the photographic print just submitted appears to have no further significance... ...there is no longer any room for doubt in this matter, and I must make my ruling.' Now, that means that if there was a problem with the evidence - some significant detail, I mean... ...then ruling on the case at this time... would be out of the question!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
This is blatant straw-clutching! Look at this photographic print! All it shows is the handbag the gentlewoman was carrying on the day in question. There can be no 'problem' with this evidence!
Ryunosuke:
......... 
Kazuma:
You'd better know what you're doing, Ryunosuke.
Judge:
Hm... I understand your objection, Counsel. Certainly, the new evidence submitted by the detective has not undergone the court's scrutiny. However, I fail to see how we can glean any new information from this handbag. 
Auchi:
Ha! My thoughts exactly! Really, the prosecution is becoming tired of this rookie's desperate wheezes!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I am desperate! But this isn't a wheeze. There's something about this photograph which just doesn't seem right. If only I could put my finger on it...!)
Judge:
Very well, I will grant the defence one final opportunity.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Auchi:
What?!
Judge:
But be warned that if I am unsatisfied by your response here, the trial will be over with immediate effect. Do I make myself clear?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Your Excellency.
Judge:
So, take another look at the photographic print Inspector Hosonaga submitted before. You will identify for the court where in this print we see the 'significant detail' to which you have alluded!
Present wrist mark
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Look at this, here..."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Just here! I feel sure that around this area there's something extremely significant!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
What's significant is your inability to positively identify anything wrong with this picture at all!
Ryunosuke:
Eek!
Judge:
I concur. And praise the prosecution for his quick-wittedness. 
Kazuma:
I know it's the handbag that stands out in this picture. But you need to look further. Examine everything. Otherwise you might miss an important clue. Always try to see the whole, and don't be blinkered by individual details. I know you can do it.
Ryunosuke:
(If I could do it, then I wouldn't have pointed out the wrong part of the picture just now...)
Judge:
Well, unfortunately, I must do as I promised.
Kazuma:
Hold it!
Kazuma:
Wait, Your Excellency! The court should give consideration to the fact that this man is an amateur! One more chance, please.
Judge:
Hmmm... Well, I suppose he is just a callow student lawyer with little sense of protocol in these matters.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm starting to feel insulted here...)
Leads back to:
"So, take another look at the photographic print Inspector Hosonaga submitted before."
Ryunosuke:
Look at this, here... There's a very unusual mark on the victim's wrist.
Judge:
That is true. It looks almost...like a burn of some description.
Brett:
...!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Dear me! I was pondering what new piffle you would come out with. A burn, you say? On the victim's wrist? Clearly that has nothing whatsoever to do with the magnificent lady's handbag!
Hosonaga:
Yes, that is a burn mark, you're right.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Go on, Inspector.
Hosonaga:
The police coroner also noticed it when he was performing the post-mortem examination. It was deemed unrelated to the cause of death, so he didn't note it in his report.
Auchi:
What did I tell you? In any case, we have no idea when the victim suffered this burn, do we? And no possible way of knowing, either.
Judge:
The more I look at it, the more I find myself intrigued by the curious shape of this mark... However, as Prosecutor Auchi points out, unless a firm connection to the case can be shown... ...I cannot allow any further time to be spent on the precise details of this burn.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Brett:
[Foreign text].
Hosonaga:
Excuse me, Your Excellency... It would seem Miss Brett has a lunch appointment with the dean and other university staff. She would like to know if she may be excused from the stand now.
Auchi:
Oh, of course, of course, dear lady! We shan't hold you up any longer! I'm quite sure His Excellency is about to give his final ruling anyway.
Judge:
.........
Kazuma:
What's your thinking on this, Ryunosuke? Do you believe this burn does have something to do with the case?
Ryunosuke:
To be honest, I'm not really sure. But if I don't keep pushing, then it's all over. So I was thinking I should keep digging and digging... in the hope that I might uncover something useful.
Kazuma:
......... Yes, you're right. 
Ryunosuke:
I am?!
Kazuma:
If we can just link that burn to the case... If we can do that, we might be able to prise this shutting door back open again.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Auchi:
Just give up, Counsel! You can't possibly hope to do that.
Judge:
Indeed. I'm afraid that without evidence, I can't allow you to pursue what is little more than conjecture.
Kazuma:
But if we had evidence? Evidence that irrefutably linked the burn on the victim's wrist to the case. Then you would allow it?
Judge:
I would, yes.
Kazuma:
To tell the truth, I hadn't noticed that burn. But as soon as you pointed it out, what I did notice... ...was the colour draining from Miss Brett's face.
Ryunosuke:
Really? (I have to find some link between that burn and the case... This is the moment of truth. It's time to find some evidence that proves what that burn really means!)
Judge:
So then, the defence will now present its evidence to the court. The evidence that demonstrates an inextricable connection between the victim's burn and this trial!
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What's this, Counsel? Yet another print?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The victim's burn is clearly related to this piece of evidence in the Court Record!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Then explain to the court in five words or less what the nature of that connection is!
Ryunosuke:
......... Erm, well, it's obviously, um...
Auchi:
Thank you. Five highly illuminating words.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Auchi:
As I suspected, the rookie student is bluffing! Again!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Kazuma:
You've been burned there yourself, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry... (I do feel like I've seen the shape of that burn somewhere before, though...)
Kazuma:
Look through the Court Record again. Carefully, this time!
Ryunosuke:
Yes... Yes, I will!
Leads back to:
"I have to find some link between that burn and the case..."
Judge:
What's this, Counsel? Yet another print?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Your Excellency. I believe photographic prints are an amazing invention. When we humans look at a scene, we miss things. But in a photograph, things we may have overlooked at the time are recorded forevermore.
Auchi:
Do hurry up, rookie! What are you trying to say? To inconvenience this poor lady any further really would be quite inexcusable.
Ryunosuke:
Actually, we may need you to stay with us a little longer, if you don't mind...Miss Brett.
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
You see, it's very clearly visible in this other photograph. How did the victim come to have that unusually shaped burn on his wrist? The reason is recorded here forevermore!
Hosonaga:
What? How?
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
You can't fool me with your little bluffs, boy! If that's your game, then let's see how it plays out! Show the court exactly what you mean! What is it in this photograph that explains the reason for the victim's burn?
Present emblem on plate
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The, the beef steak?"
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
I believe, Counsel, you were supposed to show us what the cause of the victim's burn was, no?
Ryunosuke:
And...you don't think you could suffer a burn from this?
Auchi:
This ludicrous response? Oh certainly, you could. Not that I expected any different...from a rookie like you.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Hmph! Perhaps my gavel can help clear the smoke from your mind, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I'll, I'll try to get my head straight before that's necessary, Your Excellency.
Kazuma:
It takes some skill to get something so wrong after you've got so much right already. But see if you can use one of your other skills this time. Otherwise...you'll have my sword to answer to!
Ryunosuke:
(I preferred the first half of that, when it sounded more like a compliment...)
Auchi:
Dear me. Like I said...
Leads back to:
"You can't fool me with your little bluffs, boy!"
Auchi:
The, the beef steak?
Ryunosuke:
Actually, the point is the metal plate the steak was served on.
Judge:
The plate? Ah... AAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Auchi:
Your Excellency! Are you alright?!
Ryunosuke:
As you can see, there's an emblem on the plate. I would guess it's some sort of trademark of La Carneval.
Hosonaga:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
The emblem on the plate... ...and the victim's burn... ...are exactly the same shape!
Auchi:
Aaaaaaaaah!
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke! You genius!
Hosonaga:
You're spot on...
Ryunosuke:
Which means... ...the victim must have suffered this burn while he was present at the restaurant!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
But... But even if that is the case... ...we can't know if it happened on the day in question or not. It could've been the day before! Or the day before that! It most likely happened at some other, unrelated time!
Ryunosuke:
Well...um... Hm...
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Sadly, Prosecutor Auchi, the chances of that are extremely slim.
Ryunosuke:
Thanks...
Auchi:
Why?
Kazuma:
The outline of the burn is clearly discernible. Such a serious injury would have caused quite a commotion in the restaurant. Wouldn't you agree, Inspector Hosonaga?
Hosonaga:
I can't imagine having missed such a terrible disaster, certainly.
Auchi:
But, but...
Hosonaga:
I would say, looking at the picture of the wound, that it wasn't suffered very long ago. And, although it's not a particularly large burn, it's extremely well defined, as the defence just pointed out. This was no mild burn, that's for sure.
Ryunosuke:
Can you be more specific, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
Well, let's see... ...if the plate was at around ninety degrees centigrade, a burn like that would have taken around three seconds.
Judge:
It's inconceivable that the victim wouldn't have let out a scream of pain, then.
Hosonaga:
I've been investigating at the restaurant for several weeks already, but I've not heard anyone scream at all. As the head waiter of La Carneval, I can testify to that without hesitation.
Auchi:
But you... You're a detective, not a waaaiteeer!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
There you have it! Something isn't right here! As the detective said... ...anyone who burnt themselves on a piping hot plate for three whole seconds would scream in pain. There's no question of that.
Kazuma:
And yet Inspector Hosonaga never heard the professor scream. Not on that day, or any before it.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. And the strange thing is... ...on the day he was shot, I didn't hear him cry out, either.
Kazuma:
What are you suggesting?
Ryunosuke:
Well, if the professor had carelessly laid his wrist on the plate for anything like three seconds that day...
Judge:
That would be beyond careless, I think, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
...then the rest of us in the restaurant - myself, the sergeant and the old antiques dealer... All of us would, without any question, have heard him scream. Wouldn't you agree, Prosecutor Auchi?
Auchi:
Hm? Um, well... Yes, I suppose...
Ryunosuke:
So the question is... ...why didn't a single person hear Dr Wilson scream?
Auchi:
...!
...!
Judge:
...!
Kazuma:
I, I almost don't believe it! Ryunosuke, do you think...? 
Ryunosuke:
(Can it really be true? I never dreamt we'd arrive at a conclusion like this, but... I'm starting to think that maybe... ...we've been led into a terrible trap!) There's only one explanation I can think of to make sense of this apparent impossibility. On the day in question, when he suffered the burn to his wrist, Dr Wilson...
Hadn't noticed the burn
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the professor, being as absent-minded as usual... ...was unaware of his hand falling onto the piping-hot plate, and didn't even notice the burn happening!
Kazuma:
You didn't even know the professor, and yet here you are labelling him as a bumbling scatterbrain.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Kazuma:
How about I hold your wrist on a hot plate and we see how YOUR bumbling scatterbrain copes? Perhaps the scream you let out will wake you up a bit.
Ryunosuke:
Well, it's nice that there's this frankness developing between us, partner.
Kazuma:
Don't call me 'partner' after coming out with nonsense like that! This is a critical moment. It may very well be our only chance to turn things in our favour. So come on, Ryunosuke. You can do it. Or rather... You have to do it! You're the only one who can!
Leads back to:
"There's only one explanation I can think of to make sense of this apparent impossibility."
Was asleep
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the professor, with his tendency to nod off... ...was asleep when his hand fell onto the piping-hot plate, and didn't even notice the burn happening!
Kazuma:
You didn't even know the professor, and yet here you are labelling him as a dim-witted dozer.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Kazuma:
How about I hold your wrist on a hot plate and we see if YOU can sleep through it? Perhaps the scream you let out will wake you up a bit.
Ryunosuke:
Well, it's nice that there's this frankness developing between us, partner.
Kazuma:
Don't call me 'partner' after coming out with nonsense like that! This is a critical moment. It may very well be our only chance to turn things in our favour. So come on, Ryunosuke. You can do it. Or rather... You have to do it! You're the only one who can!
Leads back to:
"There's only one explanation I can think of to make sense of this apparent impossibility."
Was already deceased
Leads to:
"No man could remain silent while his wrist was burning on a piping-hot plate for three whole seconds."
Ryunosuke:
No man could remain silent while his wrist was burning on a piping-hot plate for three whole seconds. That's clearly impossible. Apart from in one particular situation...
Judge:
Counsel, are you suggesting...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's only possible...if the man was already dead.
Auchi:
A-Already...
Judge:
Dead?
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Knowing what we know now, it's the only possible explanation. When the beef steak was brought to Dr Wilson's table that day... ...the professor...was already dead!
Auchi:
That's... That's... ...madneeessssss!
Judge: 
Order! Order! Order, please! Counsel, explain this absurd notion at once! The victim was killed by a gunshot!
Auchi:
That's right! That's absolutely right, Your Excellency. This, this is just another ridiculous ploy by the rookie student! But clearly, he has no grasp of the facts!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
No, Prosecutor Auchi, it's you who has no grasp of the facts.
Auchi:
I beg your pardon?!
Kazuma:
As soon as it became apparent that the victim had suffered that burn while at the restaurant... ...this whole case was turned upside-down. Or have you not grasped that yet?
Auchi:
Urrr... Ugh...
Kazuma:
Your Excellency! The court MUST hear from this witness again. If it's true, as we now believe, that the victim was already dead before the gunshot was heard... ...it's highly likely that Miss Brett knows something about it!
Brett:
.........
Judge:
Incredible... I certainly didn't anticipate this twist of events. I'm sorry to say, Miss Brett... ...that you will have to forget your luncheon engagement. 
Auchi:
B-But, Your Excellency!
Brett:
.........
Judge:
The justice system in our country may be in its infancy... ...but rest assured, all reasonable doubt must be dispelled before I am prepared to pass judgement. 
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Your Excellency.
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(What was that smile?)
Brett:
Yes, of course... I mean- I'd be delighted to help. Especially if it helps relations between my country and yours.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Auchi:
...!
Judge:
...!
Auchi:
Ah... Miss, Miss Brett... You...speak Japanese?
Brett:
Well, of course I do. I am studying in your country, after all.
Judge:
But...then...why have you been speaking through an interpreter until now?
Brett:
My mother tongue - the Queen's English - is the most refined and elegant language in the world. As a gentlewoman, I try to avoid speaking in your vulgar tone as much as possible.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Brett:
But it seems the men in this land possess none of the chivalrous virtues of English gentlemen. So I can see that I shall have to lower myself to communicating with you all on your own level.
Auchi:
Oh... Ah...well... You are the epitome of a true English gentlewoman! We are truly honoured by this... This lavish consideration you so graciously afford us!
Judge:
......... I see. In that case, Miss Brett, I will now ask you to testify in your own words... ...about the events leading up to the death of the victim, Dr Wilson!
Brett:
.........
Kazuma:
So, we're finally going to hear her own words on the matter. Things are getting interesting, Ryunosuke!
Witness Testimony
- The Victim's 'Death' -
Brett:
Unfortunately, I have no idea when the poor man burnt his wrist like that.
When the waiter brought my steak, the professor and I raised our glasses in a toast.
As far as I've heard, the post-mortem report showed no other possible cause of death besides the gunshot.
If there's some other way a man's life can been [sic] taken without leaving a trace, please, do show me.
But of course...this country's inferior investigative techniques probably wouldn't pick up on it anyway.
Judge:
...That most captivating and beautiful testimony will go down in the Supreme Court's history. Thank you.
Ryunosuke:
(Easy does it...)
Brett:
I hope that this is the last time I will have to sully my lips with the coarse tones of your unbecoming tongue. Oh.... Forgive me. I do hope I haven't insulted anyone.
Auchi:
Not at all, not at all! It is a delight merely to hear you speak, dear lady! And it seems very clear from your testimony, that this boorish talk of the victim's burn is utterly irrelevant.
Brett:
I will be speaking to your country's Minister of Justice about what has happened here today.
Auchi:
The...Minister of Justice...?
Brett:
May that irritating little bully of a student be given the harshest punishment possible! ...Amen.
Ryunosuke:
Huh? ...Um, thanks? (Was, was that a prayer then?)
Kazuma:
Well you'll have to forgive the irritation, Miss Brett, and put up with a cross-examination now. 
Brett:
...!
Kazuma:
I expect you've noticed that this 'little bully of a student', as you put it... ...doesn't miss much.
Brett:
.........
Judge:
I'm sure I don't need to remind you, Counsel, that this will be your final cross-examination in this trial. If you fail to demonstrate any problems with this witness's testimony... ...I will be ruling on the case immediately. Is that clear?
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, Your Excellency.
Judge:
Then you may proceed with the cross-examination!
Cross-Examination
- The Victim's 'Death' -
Brett:
Unfortunately, I have no idea when the poor man burnt his wrist like that.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
But his hand was on the searing-hot plate for at least three whole seconds! You can't not have noticed!
Brett:
Do you think so? Let me ask you something...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Brett:
Ever since I arrived at this courtroom, and even still now... ...the fly on those unsightly black trousers of yours has been wide open. You can't not have noticed...can you?
Ryunosuke:
Huh? Wha...? Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Brett:
Haha, what fun! You hadn't realised!
Auchi:
The dear lady is absolutely right!
Kazuma:
As your friend, you've embarrassed me as well as yourself, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
Why didn't you tell me...?
Brett:
Dr Wilson was a true English gentleman. He chose honourable silence over a vulgar scream. ...Can your tiny brains imagine such a thing?
Auchi:
Oh yes! I think my tiny brain can!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well, I can't!
Brett:
Anyway...
Brett:
When the waiter brought my steak, the professor and I raised our glasses in a toast.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
As you testified before, you were drinking carbonated water. Is that right?
Auchi:
Dr Wilson was only permitted to drink water at that time, if you remember. Which explains why he ordered that drink. Correct, waiter?
Hosonaga:
Exactly as you say, sir. Although...
Auchi:
Al-Although...?
Hosonaga:
Whether or not the professor actually drank any of the water when I delivered the steak to the table... I'm afraid I don't remember that.
Judge:
Hm...
Brett:
Damn you...
Auchi:
Ah! I have enough English to understand that, at least! For the benefit of others in the court, it means, 'bless you'!
Ryunosuke:
(Um, I think it means the exact opposite...)
Brett:
Anyway...
Brett:
As far as I've heard, the post-mortem report showed no other possible cause of death besides the gunshot.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's written here in the paperwork... 'Fatal haemorrhage from ballistic trauma.'
Brett:
...Yes.
Auchi:
Luckily for all of us, a little burn on the wrist isn't going to kill us. And as there were no other signs of trauma on the victim's body to indicate some other cause of death... ...it can only have been the bullet from your gun that put an end to this innocent man's life!
Ryunosuke:
But it doesn't make any sense! The burn must have happened straight away, when the plate was first brought to the table by the waiter.
Kazuma:
Yes, that's true. If it had cooled even slightly, it wouldn't have been able to make a burn like that.
Ryunosuke:
And if the victim burnt his wrist on the hot plate as soon as it was brought out from the kitchen... ...then he must already have been dead at that point!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
And yet! The fact is that the victim was killed by a gunshot to the chest! Until you're able to show the court evidence to disprove that, this is a complete waste of time!
Judge:
I concur. Prosecutor Auchi is right.
Ryunosuke:
(Argh!)
Brett:
.........
Brett:
If there's some other way a man's life can been [sic] taken without leaving a trace, please, do show me.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Without a trace...?
Brett:
If someone is shot, or strangled, or stabbed or thrown from a height... However a person's life is taken, there are always telltale traces on the body.
Auchi:
Quite right, dear lady. And as our police force has thoroughly examined the body of the deceased, there can be no doubt. Isn't that right, Inspector Hosonaga?
Hosonaga:
As I've said, I always aim for a flawless investigation.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... There would be physical traces with all those causes of death, that's true. But maybe there's some other way of killing someone that doesn't leave a mark...)
Brett:
If - heaven forbid - you doubt me, young man... ...you're going to have to tell everyone how exactly you think the professor did lose his life. Otherwise, I'm afraid your argument falls rather flat, doesn't it? 
Ryunosuke:
...!
Auchi:
Oh no, perish the thought! Calling such a sweet young lady's innocence into question?! On my honour, I, Taketsuchi Auchi, will cut down any who dare cast such aspersions!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... A way of killing someone that leaves no trace...)
Kazuma:
We need some evidence to back us up here.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, evidence...)
Present Carbonated Water Bottle
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What is this? The bottle of water?"
Brett:
But of course...this country's inferior investigative techniques probably wouldn't pick up on it anyway.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
'Inferior'? What do you mean by that?
Brett:
In the lands of the great British Empire, the police store everything found at a crime scene for later examination. But in this country, you investigate once, and that's the end of it. ...Isn't that so?
Auchi:
Quite right! La Carneval is open for business as usual today, just days after the incident!
Brett:
Exactly. Which means that even if the investigation takes a different direction, vital evidence may be lost. It doesn't even occur to your naive detectives to try to preserve the crime scene. I'm...trying to be as tactful about this as I can, you understand.
Auchi:
Haha! A killer blow! The lady is as formidable as she is beautiful!
Ryunosuke:
Amazing! He's actually admitting our police may be flawed. Perhaps Prosecutor Auchi is finally starting to see sense.
Kazuma:
I very much doubt that.
Ryunosuke:
(Still...there's something about what Miss Brett just said... There was a moment before, when something didn't seem quite right.)
Hosonaga:
.........
Press (second time only)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
'Inferior'? What do you mean by that?
Brett:
In the lands of the great British Empire, the police store everything found at a crime scene for later examination. But in this country, you investigate once, and that's the end of it. ...Isn't that so?
Auchi:
Quite right! La Carneval is open for business as usual today, just days after the incident!
Brett:
Exactly. Which means that even if the investigation takes a different direction, vital evidence may be lost. 
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, there it is again! The detective's reaction is just the same as before. Why...?)
Kazuma:
Up until now, the detective has been in the stand with Miss Brett as her interpreter. But things are very different now. For this testimony, the detective is just listening to what the Englishwoman has to say. This could be a golden opportunity.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Kazuma:
When people are actually testifying, they're usually very careful not to let anything slip. However... When they're listening to someone else speak, you'll find they often let their guard down.
Ryunosuke:
You're right... (Look at him! He's lost in his own thoughts!)
Kazuma:
It's time to pursue the man and his train of thought!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Pursue?
Kazuma:
I'll explain how to do it now, Ryunosuke. It's all to do with the witness marker.
Ryunosuke:
(What marker?)
Kazuma:
At the moment, we're focused on Miss Brett, who's the person actually making the current statement. But by moving the marker left and right with [D-pad / A D], you can turn your attention to other people in the stand. While you're looking at the other witnesses, you'll be able to 'Pursue' them with [A / Space]. If you can catch the person at just the right time, you might uncover some new information to pursue. If you ever notice a strange atmosphere amongst the people on the stand, take a good look around. 
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, so first I should move the marker across with [D-pad / A D], and focus on the detective. Then Pursue him with [A / Space], and see what's on his mind! (Here we go...!)
Pursue Satoru Hosonaga
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Hosonaga:
GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! What the...?! What's the meaning of this?! Ahem! ...Ahem! AHEM, AHEM! 
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm so sorry. I, I didn't mean to shock you. (He really was lost in his thoughts! Deeply!)
Kazuma:
It looked like you were thinking something just now, Inspector. Perhaps having heard what the lady next to you had to say...?
Ryunosuke:
If there's something you'd like to say, please... share it with the court!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
What is the meaning of this? It's the delightful Englishwoman who's testifying at the moment. If you can't find fault with her testimony, then the cross-examination should be over. Immediately! 
Ryunosuke:
Oh...is, is that how it works?
Kazuma:
Absolutely not.
Auchi:
Hm?
Kazuma:
The detective is in the stand! Which makes him a valid witness.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Not to mention the fact that he's intimately involved in the case!
Judge:
Inspector Hosonaga... 
Hosonaga:
Yes?
Judge:
Do you have something to add? In relation to the statement just made by Miss Brett?
Hosonaga:
......... Well, yes... If you don't mind, I would like to speak.
Brett:
.........
Hosonaga:
The lady is right. Our country's police practices are not as modern as those used in Great Britain. Which is why! ...I...Satoru Hosonaga! Always strive to make every investigation I'm involved in flawless!
Ryunosuke:
What do you really mean by that?
Hosonaga:
I'll tell you what I mean! I won't have evidence lacking on my watch! I'm not afraid to take everything I can from the scene of the crime. It's preserving evidence, you see. I don't care if they call me a crime scene thief! I'm not ashamed of what I've done! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem, ahem! 
Ryunosuke:
A crime scene thief...?
Kazuma:
Well, it looks like the lady's remarks touched a nerve there.
Hosonaga:
Take this, for example!
Brett:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Is, is that...?
Hosonaga:
This is the bottle of carbonated water that I took to the victim's table on the day in question. And yes, it's lost all of its fizz, having been opened three days ago now. But it WAS carbonated water! I don't care what anyone says!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, there's some left in the bottle! I can see it!)
Hosonaga:
One day our police force will be among the best in the world! The time is coming! I guarantee it! Ahem! ...Ahem! Ahem, ahem!
Judge:
I can't say I condone the witness's actions, but I do understand the sentiment. The court will accept the glass bottle of water as evidence! 
The carbonated water bottle has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Hm...  Miss Brett... Can you confirm this is indeed the bottle from which you drank on the day of the victim's death?
Brett:
...Yes. It was that bottle.
Ryunosuke:
(What was that about? She seemed to avert her eyes when she answered the judge's question...)
Judge:
Very well. Counsel, you may resume the cross-examination. And the inspector will kindly control his...fervour.
Hosonaga:
...Ahem!
Examine evidence
Carbonated Water Bottle
Label
Ryunosuke:
The label is written in a foreign language that I don't recognise. Do you know what it says, Kazuma?
Kazuma:
I think it's French. This must be very expensive water.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but what does it say? That's what I was asking.
Kazuma:
Then go to France and ask.
Ryunosuke:
...You could just say that you don't know.
Water in bottle
Ryunosuke:
So this carbonated water is the last drink Dr Wilson ever had...
Kazuma:
It looks like there's a little left in the bottle. Although it's just plain water now.
Ryunosuke:
You know, I've been sweating so much, I'm absolutely parched! I'll just have a sip of this to keep me going.
Kazuma:
No, Ryunosuke! You can't do that. For one thing, that's evidence. You can't go drinking evidence!
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, you're right. We don't know what might be inside, do we?
Kazuma:
...You never cease to amaze me, Ryunosuke. In more ways than one.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I wonder... Could there be anything in this water?)
Kazuma:
What's the matter? You've gone quiet all of a sudden.
Ryunosuke:
I think I might have just worked something out. An interesting possibility.
Kazuma:
...!
Before pressing fifth statement
Kazuma:
What do you think, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
I don't know... I think this could be hard work. She can speak Japanese brilliantly, but she doesn't seem to want to say very much.
Kazuma:
The more she says, the more she's likely to give away. This Englishwoman knows that only too well. She's...quite formidable.
Ryunosuke:
(Dr Wilson's burn tells us something, I'm sure. I need to use this cross-examination to find out what.) First things first, I'm going to press her on everything she's said and try to make her blurt something out!
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Kazuma? What are you thinking?
Kazuma:
Oh, um...don't worry. It's nothing.
After pressing fifth statement
Kazuma:
What do you think, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
I, I think it's going terribly! No matter how much I press her, I'm not turning up any new information.
Kazuma:
Yes, as I suspected... She's a tough witness. We need to find a way to break her testimony, or the cross-examination will be over. 
Ryunosuke:
But, but that would mean... (I have to find a way! There must be some clue somewhere to help us find a chink in her armour!) ......... Kazuma...
Kazuma:
What, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
There IS one thing I noticed. Something that's been bothering me.
Kazuma:
Bothering you? You mean...about Miss Brett?
Ryunosuke:
Actually, no. About the person standing next to her... Inspector Hosonaga.
Kazuma:
The detective?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. He seemed to react a little strangely to Miss Brett's last statement. I was wondering if it might be significant. If it might present an opening, maybe.
Kazuma:
......... Alright, I have an idea. Try pressing her on that last statement one more time.
Ryunosuke:
If you think so, but...
Kazuma:
But this time, instead of targeting the woman herself... ...let's see what we can get out of the detective. 
Ryunosuke:
Alright then... (I wonder what Kazuma's thinking. I'll find out soon enough, I suppose. Once I press Miss Brett on her last statement again!)
After pursuing Satoru Hosonaga
Kazuma:
New evidence! Excellent work, Ryunosuke. 
Ryunosuke:
I never even thought of pursuing another witness over the current witness's statements. That was a great idea of yours, Kazuma!
Kazuma:
Well, it was all thanks to you noticing that the detective had reacted strangely to what the lady said.
Ryunosuke:
I'd never have guessed he had all that bubbling away under the surface!
Kazuma:
To be honest, you keep surprising me at every turn.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Kazuma:
Oh... Never mind. So we know that Dr Wilson was killed at around the time the steak was brought to his table. And by some means that left no physical trace on his body. If we could just demonstrate how it was done...
Ryunosuke:
(Well, I do have one idea about that. About how the professor was killed. Maybe I should just present the evidence and see what happens...)
Judge:
What is this? The bottle of water? 
Ryunosuke:
Actually, there is one method of killing a man without leaving a trace that comes to mind...
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, I'm referring...to poison.
Auchi:
Poison?
Ryunosuke:
On the day of his death, we know that Dr. Wilson drank from this bottle of carbonated water. Could it be...that there was poison inside?
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Could it be that the professor actually died after taking a sip from his glass?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Ryunosuke:
And on that day, who was sitting at the same table as the professor and able to slip the poison into his drink? There's only person [sic] who could possibly have done it! Jezaille Brett! It was you! 
Brett:
.........
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
This is outrageous! To suggest such a thing without a scrap of evidence! You little rookie imbecile! Have you even considered the delicate situation our country finds itself in now?! Have you forgotten that we have only just signed an accord of friendship with the British Empire?! Have you even the vaguest inkling that your rash accusations could jeopardise the entire treaty?!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
This is not a political arena. This is a trial to determine one individual's guilt with respect to one crime.
Auchi:
Wha...?
Kazuma:
The fact that this woman is British makes no difference. We are here to determine the truth!
Auchi:
Kghrrr...
Brett:
Ahem. If I may...
Auchi:
I will silence you forever for this disgraceful attack on the lovely young-
Brett:
Brett:
It is you! ...Who should be silent.
Auchi:
Of, of course... ...dear ladyyyyyyyy!
Ryunosuke:
(Where did that come from? She, she just snapped!)
Brett:
I'm afraid I may have spoken unfairly before. I offer my most humble apologies.
Judge:
I'm sorry, my lady, to what are you referring?
Brett:
I described your police force as 'inferior'. But no matter how inferior they may be, you still investigated this particular point thoroughly, I believe? The bottle, I mean, Inspector. And whether it contained poison or not.
Hosonaga:
......... Of course.
Ryunosuke:
You, you did?!
Hosonaga:
Have you forgotten what my guiding principle is already? I strive for a flawless investigation every time.
Ryunosuke:
I don't believe it...!
Hosonaga:
Naturally we tested the inside of the bottle and its contents.
Judge:
And...? What did you find, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
I ordered tests for every toxin that's available in this country at the present time. We could find no trace of poison of any description in the bottle of carbonated water, Your Excellency.
Kazuma:
What? Are you sure?
Hosonaga:
The tests were meticulously carried out by the Chief Coroner himself.
Ryunosuke:
No... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Brett:
I'm very grateful to all you Japanese. You've successfully established my complete innocence in this horrid affair. Thank you.
Auchi:
But, but of course, dear lady! The pleasure was all ours!
Ryunosuke:
......... (I was so sure...)
Kazuma:
This...can't be right! Everything falls into place if he was poisoned...!
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. I think that cross-examination has clarified everything. As the prosecution have asserted, a shot to the chest from this gun is the only conceivable cause of death. Furthermore... The accused, who by his own admission was holding this weapon, is the only possible culprit!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm done for...)
Judge:
The court wishes to apologise for the great inconvenience this has caused you, Miss Brett.
Brett:
Oh no... I'm just glad the matter is resolved.
Judge:
Before proceeding, I must ask the counsel for the defence... ...do you have any further new evidence to present the court at this point?
Ryunosuke:
...Kazuma?
Kazuma:
......... I'm sorry, Ryunosuke. I have nothing more.
Brett:
Well, if you'll excuse me now, I really must be leaving...
???:
Hold it!
???:
Please, wait!
Ryunosuke:
...! (Isn't that...?)
Judge:
What is the meaning of this?
???:
Forgive me for intruding on court proceedings, Your Excellency.
Susato:
Susato Mikotoba, judicial assistant to the defence.
Ryunosuke:
(Mikotoba...? In my darkest hour, with nowhere left to go, she appeared like a bolt of lightning. And in her hand...she carried a small package, wrapped in a furoshiki cloth...)
To be continued...
22nd November, 1:14 p.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Courtroom 2
Judge:
Well? I understand you are the judicial assistant to the defence, but why this sudden ingress into my courtroom? 
Auchi:
Ha! A judicial assistant? And a woman, no less! The rules state...that females are not permitted into this court of law other than to testify!
Susato:
Yes, I fully understand. I ask only for five minutes of time. I have some vital evidence that I must hand over to the defence.
Auchi:
Hah! You're too late, little girl! This trial has already been concluded!
Judge:
Five minutes. I will not allow a moment more.
Auchi:
But...Your Excellency!
Susato:
I am most grateful.
Ryunosuke:
Um, who exactly are you?
Susato:
I'm sorry, there's no time. Please, simply accept this for now.
Ryunosuke:
(What is it? A report about something... Written in English...)
Susato:
It's Jezaille Brett's research.
Ryunosuke:
...! The Englishwoman's?!
Susato:
After the trial resumed earlier, I hurried back to the university. I went to Dr Wilson's laboratory in the medical faculty and...borrowed this paper.
Kazuma:
Oh yes, that's right. Miss Brett was studying under the professor, wasn't she?
Ryunosuke:
So...does this research - whatever it is - have something to do with the case?
Susato:
I'm afraid I don't know. I haven't been able to listen to the proceedings of the trial myself. 
Ryunosuke:
(Oh...no, of course not.)
Kazuma:
'Special Characteristics of Curare and its Effects on Human Subjects'... Interesting.
Ryunosuke:
'Curare'? What's that? (I've never heard that word before...)
Auchi:
Time's up. The prosecution demands the immediate removal of this female trespasser from the courtroom!
Susato:
There was too little time for me to read it in detail. But I've summarised what I could on a note just inside the cover. If you think it could be valuable, please cast your eye over it.
Ryunosuke:
This is wonderful. Thank you!
Jezaille's report has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
Goodbye, then. And good luck.
Judge:
You have had long enough, Counsel. We cannot detain our English guest any longer.
Brett:
.........
Judge:
I ask the prosecution and the defence now one last time... ...does either side have any further evidence to present to the court? I presume not, but...
Auchi:
The prosecution has made its case convincingly enough already. Nothing more to add, Your Excellency!
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke, we're out of options here. This really is our very last chance.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. Your Excellency! The defence does have new evidence!
Judge:
......... Hm, that look... The unyielding stare of a true Japanese warrior... Well,  Miss Brett?
Brett:
Yes, Your Excellency?
Judge:
If you wouldn't mind, perhaps you could grace us with your presence a little longer?
Brett:
It's a delightful invitation. But I'm afraid... ...it's not so very long until tea time. I'll have to politely decline-
Judge:
Forgive me, Miss Brett, it seems I wasn't clear. I realise it was phrased as a question. However... ...I must ask you to treat that as an order.
Brett:
......... I've said it many times before, but... The Japanese language makes no sense.
Judge:
My apologies, dear lady. So, Counsel... What is this new evidence that demands the court's attention?
Present Jezaille's Report
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Miss Jezaille Brett..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
No, that particular item does not warrant further discussion.
Ryunosuke:
What?! (It seems I've chosen poorly...)
Brett:
In that case, I'll take my leave of you now and go for some afternoon tea. In civilised English society, tea time is an essential. We'd surely die without it.
Kazuma:
Take your tea time now, Ryunosuke, and you'll surely die in a minute yourself.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, I know...
Kazuma:
You know there's only one piece of evidence the court hasn't seen yet! Don't squander this chance! Don't let our judicial assistant's great efforts go to waste.
Ryunosuke:
Alright! I'm sorry. (Let me think this through...)
Leads back to:
"So, Counsel..."
Ryunosuke:
Miss Jezaille Brett... ...we understand you were studying under Dr Wilson at Yumei University. Doing research.
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Research, by sheer coincidence, perhaps...into a deadly poison. 
Auchi:
What?!
Judge:
Poison?! Where are you going with this, Counsel?
Kazuma:
A toxin known as curare, Your Excellency. Even the slightest amount of this deadly poison entering the body leads to instant death.
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
What, what complete and utter nonsense! Cu-curare, you say? I've never even heard of it!
Kazuma:
You wouldn't have done.
Auchi:
What do you mean?
Kazuma:
I mean that you wouldn't have heard of curare before for one very simple reason... It doesn't exist in our country.
Hosonaga:
It doesn't exist...?
Ryunosuke:
Correct. Which means... ...no matter what tests the police can do for toxins, they'd never identify curare. Why? Because there IS no test available here that can identify the presence of this highly deadly poison! 
Auchi:
Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Counsel, does this deadly poison truly exist?
Kazuma:
According to this report authored by the visiting research student from England... ...curare has long been used by the tribespeople of South America as a poison to lace their arrows. It seems that it's reasonably well known among European doctors and scientists.
Auchi:
To, to lace their arrows...?
Kazuma:
The report states that it is produced from the extract of a tree that grows deep in the Amazonian jungle. And it was first brought back to Europe at the turn of the century by explorers. It claims that animals shot by arrows laced with curare suffer instant death. Doesn't that about sum it up, Miss Brett? 
Brett:
.........
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Trumpery! These aspersions are utter trumpery! To start with! If the victim had been administered some of this so-called deadly poison... ...he would have been squirming and writhing in pain and the other diners would have surely noticed!
Judge:
Hm, that's true. What do you say to that, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
Obviously I would have noticed a disturbance like that.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, I don't remember anything like that, either. I didn't notice the professor being in any kind of pain...)
Kazuma:
According to this, however...it's the other way around.
Auchi:
What do you mean, 'the other way around'?
Kazuma:
The very fact that the victim didn't show any visible signs of distress... ...is evidence that curare was used.
Judge:
Explain yourself, Counsel.
Kazuma:
The moment this toxin enters a person's system, it causes instant paralysis. In other words, afflicted victims lose all strength and are completely unable to move. Even if they were in total agony, there would be no visible signs of pain at all.
Hosonaga:
How terrible...
Kazuma:
Obviously, if a man lost all strength in his muscles, he'd collapse on the floor. But with a chair under him for support, as Dr Wilson did, the effects could go largely unnoticed.
Ryunosuke:
But I don't follow, Kazuma. That's just paralysis. I thought the poison caused instant death.
Kazuma:
......... The full explanation is extremely unpleasant. The poison causes immediate paralysis, as I said, leaving the victim unable to move. But after a short time, the paralysis is so severe, it causes the muscles that control respiration to fail. 
Ryunosuke:
Respiration...?
Kazuma:
In other words, the actual cause of death...is suffocation. And all the while, the victim is conscious and aware. Just unable to move.
Auchi:
That's...hideous... 
Kazuma:
To the observer, it would look almost like the victim was slipping peacefully into an endless sleep. But for the victim himself, his final moments would be a living hell. That is the true nature of this deadly curare poison.
.........
Judge:
And you're suggesting that this bottle, Counsel... ...actually contains this terrifying poison? 
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
This, this... This is all very convenient, isn't it? A hitherto unknown poison for which there is no means of testing? What a happy tale for the defence!
Brett:
Ahem. If I may... 
Auchi:
All these 'facts'... You think you're so clever! But you must be taught some manner-
Brett:
Brett:
It is you! ...Who must be taught. 
Auchi:
Of, of course... ...dear ladyyyyyyyy! 
Brett:
......... So. This is how you Japanese behave, is it? 
Ryunosuke:
What? 
Brett:
You steal another's honest hard work and then announce the results as if YOU discovered them! I'm appalled! What a loathsome act!
Kazuma:
Well, Miss Brett, the feeling is mutual. 
Brett:
Whatever do you mean? 
Kazuma:
Capitalising on the unfortunate circumstances of an innocent man to frame him for a heinous crime? That really is a loathsome act. Wouldn't you agree?
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Enough of this! I, for one, refuse to accept it! The idea of some poison that doesn't even exist in the great Empire of Japan is...is...breaking the rules!
Brett:
...Hah hah hah... 
Ryunosuke:
What's so funny?!
Brett:
Oh, excuse me. Your...Excellency... 
Judge:
Y-Yes, Miss Brett?
Brett:
May I borrow that bottle for a moment, please? 
Judge:
Um, well... Yes, I don't see, um...why not. 
Brett:
Don't get too big for your boots, you insignificant little island boys. 
Kazuma:
Sorry? 
Brett:
To an Englishwoman such as myself, this whole affair is a farcical comedy. Your little police games, and these foolish courtroom antics... It's laughable, really. 
Ryunosuke:
...!
Brett:
But I'm getting bored of it all now. It's time for the games to end. ...Cheers!
Ryunosuke:
What! Wha-What are you doing?!
Brett:
Hm... No sparkle left at all. How appropriate for this shabby affair. 
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
.........
Brett:
Goodness... Whatever is the matter? You all look quite stunned. 
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
So...no curare... 'The bottle was clean,' is that what you're saying? 
Brett:
Hahahaha... You look quite incredulous, little boy. But of course...that's the simple truth. Thank you for presenting the findings of my research so concisely here in this grand venue. Most kind.
Kazuma:
Grrr...
Brett:
Thank you, waiter. Now then, Your Excellency... 
Judge:
......... Ah! Um, yes, Miss Brett? 
Brett:
I should like to be excused now, please. I think I've given more than enough of my time...for the furtherance of friendship between our countries. 
Judge:
Ah, yes, dear lady. We are most gratified with all the assistance you have given. 
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
This doesn't make sense... There had to have been poison in that bottle! So how...? How did she...? How did she swallow a whole glass and live to tell the tale?! I don't understand it... 
Brett:
Well, I suppose if nothing else, this little Far Eastern charade... ...will make for interesting conversation at the next party I attend in London.
Ryunosuke:
(There, there has to have been poison in that bottle... doesn't there...? But there can't have been...because otherwise she would have keeled over dead... Come on, Ryunosuke! We have all the clues now. That bottle of water...)
Contains poison
Leads to:
"The culprit did put curare poison into Dr Wilson's carbonated water!"
Contains no poison
Ryunosuke:
As I thought! There IS no poison in that bottle! 
Kazuma:
What? Why, Ryunosuke? 
Ryunosuke:
Isn't it obvious? If there was poison in there, she'd be dead by now! 
Kazuma:
......... Sometimes, your unadulterated naivety really astounds me. But sometimes, it's in need of a good staining...until it's as dark as your uniform in the ways of the world!
Ryunosuke:
(Oh, is THAT what this colour is supposed to represent...?)
Judge:
That was a guileless ending to a promising line of enquiry, Counsel. For which you will be penalised. 
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (This whole trial is poisoned...)
Leads back to:
"There, there has to have been poison in that bottle..."
Ryunosuke:
The culprit did put curare poison into Dr Wilson's carbonated water! I... The defence refuses to change its position! 
Kazuma:
You're serious? 
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Fool! Are you blind? There is no possible way that bottle could contain poison! I mean, we just saw- 
Ryunosuke:
Miss Brett drinking the water from it? 
Brett:
That's right. Which rather complicates your argument, I think. 
Ryunosuke:
And I believe that 'complication' can be explained! 
Auchi:
How, exactly? 
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(I need to think through all the things that don't quite add up here. One by one. I'm sure the answer is in the evidence we have in the Court Record somewhere. It has to be!)
Judge:
Very well. If the defence truly intends to assert this claim... 
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
...then I must ask you to support the assertion with evidence. What explains how the witness was able to consume this supposedly poisoned water unscathed?
Present Jezaille's Report
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The answer to this riddle...is right here in Miss Brett's own research report!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Hmph. It seems the defence - or should I say, the wretched accused... 
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
...is the only real source of complication in this case. You'll have to think harder than that, Defendant! 
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, Your Excellency. I'll try to find some better supporting evidence. 
Kazuma:
You're making this complication more complicated than it needs to be. 
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll do my best to find an answer that fits the facts... 
Judge:
If the defence - sorry, the wretched accused - truly intends to assert this claim... 
Leads back to:
"...!"
Ryunosuke:
The answer to this riddle...is right here in Miss Brett's own research report!
Auchi:
Objection! 
Auchi:
That's not a valid explanation! 
Ryunosuke:
No?
Auchi:
After all... ...we don't speak English! That report is utter gibberish! This impudent young scoundrel is trying to ridicule the court, Your Excellency!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not trying to ridicule anyone... Honest. I'm just reading Susato-san's notes...)
Judge:
I concur. This report is too extensive to be considered in its entirety by the court. You will direct us to the pertinent section, Counsel. Which section of the report reveals the alleged answer to this riddle?
Synopsis
Ryunosuke:
It's written right here in the synopsis! ...I think. 
Auchi:
Oh really? Go on... 
Ryunosuke:
Well...it's a synopsis, so... So it's bound to contain lots of vague statements that I really hope are going to help me out here!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
You'll have to do better than that! I shudder to think how we'll fare in the twentieth century if we're led by the likes of you!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, yes...)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... 
Ryunosuke:
Hm? What? 
Kazuma:
Read properly. 
Ryunosuke:
...Thanks for the concise advice. (Something that explains how the Englishwoman could have taken curare with no ill effects... I'd better reread her research paper and see if I can spot anything.)
Auchi:
Hah! You don't have any more of a clue about that English tome than I do! It's completely intractable.
Leads back to:
"I concur. This report is too extensive to be considered in its entirety by the court."
Special Characteristics
Leads to:
"We've been hearing a lot about this curare poison."
Practical Applications
Ryunosuke:
It's written right here under 'Practical Applications'! ...I think. 
Auchi:
Oh really? Go on... 
Ryunosuke:
Well...think about it! You want to know how the poison can be drunk without it taking effect. That's a practical application of, um...the poison's use as a drink...maybe?
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
You'll have to do better than that! I shudder to think how we'll fare in the twentieth century if we're led by the likes of you!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, yes...)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... 
Ryunosuke:
Hm? What? 
Kazuma:
Read properly. 
Ryunosuke:
...Thanks for the concise advice. (Something that explains how the Englishwoman could have taken curare with no ill effects... I'd better reread her research paper and see if I can spot anything.)
Auchi:
Hah! You don't have any more of a clue about that English tome than I do! It's completely intractable.
Leads back to:
"I concur. This report is too extensive to be considered in its entirety by the court."
Ryunosuke:
We've been hearing a lot about this curare poison. And it's left me curious about something...
Judge:
Oh, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Well, it sounds as though indigenous hunters have been using this poison for years and years... ...to lace the heads of the arrows that they shoot at whatever prey they're hunting.
Judge:
So we've been led to believe, yes. 
Ryunosuke:
And...the point of hunting is to catch prey to eat.
Auchi:
Get to the point, please! 
Ryunosuke:
But...if they were to use these laced arrows... ...doesn't that mean there would be traces of poison left in the prey the hunters were going to eat? 
Kazuma:
Yes! Good point! 
Ryunosuke:
So surely the hunters wouldn't want to eat their prey, would they? Because then they'd be eating poison.
Judge:
Good gracious, Counsel! No, that would be madness!
Ryunosuke:
But I actually found the answer to that conundrum in this research paper here. Under 'Special Characteristics', it says this: 'The poison starts to work after entering the body through a wound.'
Judge:
Through a wound, you say? I see, that makes sense.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. The mention of that particular detail seemed a little strange to me, though.
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
But it all makes sense when you interpret what's written like this: When curare enters the body through an open wound, it has terrifying poisonous effects. However... ...when it enters the body via the mouth, it has no poisonous effects whatsoever!
Auchi:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Miss Brett! You authored this research! You knew curare's special characteristics! And you knew! ...That you could make a spectacle of drinking that water without any danger to yourself!
Brett:
......... You...meddling...little... ...rapSCALLIOOON!
Kazuma:
Well, Ryunosuke, it turns out... ...you're an even better lawyer than I thought you'd be.
Ryunosuke:
Really? (Me...? A lawyer...?)
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
All, all this poison talk is fascinating, I'm sure... But I fail to see how it possibly-
Brett:
Brett:
So...the ill-bred little puppy has a new toy to play with. Some facts he read in a book. But I'm afraid knowledge doesn't suit you, little boy. It only makes you look silly.
Ryunosuke:
What are you trying to say?
Brett:
Your schoolboyish logic has a fatal flaw.
Ryunosuke:
Sch-Schoolboyish?
Kazuma:
Flaw?
Brett:
As even your brain has managed to deduce, curare is safe to ingest. It seems likely that its effects are neutralised by the acidic nature of the gastric succus.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, well...of course! (Gas trick suckers? What are they?!)
Brett:
So, if this lethal poison is completely harmless when drunk... ...the professor wouldn't have died when he swallowed it...would he?
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Auchi:
That's...right...
Judge:
Good gracious!
Brett:
That's basic science. Science that even a schoolboy should be able to understand, no?
Judge:
Order! Order in court! Order! The logic holds. If the lady and the professor drank the same poison, they would be affected in the same way.
Kazuma:
Are... Are you trying to suggest-
Auchi:
Yes! This curare poison is completely irrelevant to the case on trial!
Brett:
That's right. Surely even a little cockroach like you could understand something as simple as that!
Ryunosuke:
......... (What is this, welling up inside me...? I've never felt like this before. It's a sort of conviction to break down all the discrepancies... It's so intense. Almost rage-like... And more than anything else, it's an animalistic desire... to take down my prey!)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
I don't think so, Miss Jezaille Brett!
Brett:
How... How dare you use that tone with me?!
Ryunosuke:
You know very well that there is no fatal flaw here. You know exactly why, even though both you and the victim swallowed the same poison... ...you are alive, but Dr Wilson is dead!
Brett:
...!
Judge:
Counsel, I'm sure I don't need to remind you... You must provide compelling evidence. As we now know that this poison is completely harmless when ingested... ...why would Dr Wilson alone have been killed by the curare?
Present Medical Report Card
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"As Miss Brett so readily pointed out, she drank the same water as the professor."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but the slipshod manner in which you've tossed that evidence before the court... ...does not inspire confidence.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?!
Kazuma:
Listen, Ryunosuke... There's no need to overthink this. We know that curare's toxic effects only come into play when the poison enters the body via a wound.
Ryunosuke:
Right, so that can only mean...that when Dr Wilson drank his glass of water... ...he must have had a wound somewhere that let the poison in.
Kazuma:
Exactly.
Ryunosuke:
(So we need some evidence that would prove the professor had a wound inside his mouth. Ah! Of course...)
Leads back to:
"Counsel, I'm sure I don't need to remind you..."
Ryunosuke:
As Miss Brett so readily pointed out, she drank the same water as the professor. However...there was a fundamental and fatal difference between the two diners.
Judge:
A fatal difference?
Brett:
...!
Ryunosuke:
The toxic effects of curare are only felt when the poison enters the body through an open wound. So, for a healthy person with no injuries, drinking it is completely harmless. But... ...what if there was a wound inside the mouth of the person drinking the poisoned water?
Auchi:
Inside...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Like the wound you might have... ...if you had just been to the dentist and had a tooth extracted, for example.
Auchi:
Ah...
Judge:
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Brett! You've acknowledged many times in your testimony already... ...that you were well aware of Dr Wilson's dental appointment that day.
Brett:
Agh!
Kazuma:
So that's it... You used that knowledge to orchestrate this...
Brett:
......... Heh...heh...heh...
Ryunosuke:
(Is, is she...? ...laughing?!)
Brett:
I don't like to repeat myself, but honestly, I can't resist. These childish courtroom games and your half-baked arguments are all so puerile. 
Ryunosuke:
What, what do you mean?
Brett:
Don't worry, little schoolboy, you'll find out soon enough. You see, when you leave vital evidence lying around, you never know what might happen to it.
Ryunosuke:
No!
Brett:
I mean, it could just...slip. Oh dear, how careless of me. I'm afraid some crucial evidence may have just been tragically destroyed.
Ryunosuke:
N... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
What is it? What just happened?
It's the Englishwoman! She just smashed that bottle!
And in the Supreme Court! What a terrible blunder!
Judge:
Officer! What are you waiting for?! Collect up as much of the water from that broken bottle as possible! At once!
Brett:
You're wasting your time. This delightful carpet under my feet here was a gift from the British Empire. I assure you, it will soak up the water beautifully. You have neither the technology nor the presence of mind to recover it. Ah ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
How could you?! You... You won't get away with this!
Brett:
You can thump the bench and shout as much as you like, little boy. But I'm afraid we'll never know now, will we? If there really was poison in the bottle...or not.
Kazuma:
You...
Brett:
And let us not forget... ...we still have some very compelling evidence left intact. Isn't that right, Counsel for the Prosecution?
Auchi:
Oh, of course, of course! You're referring to this photographic print, I presume, dear lady?
Brett:
That's right. And really, looking at this photograph, it's as clear as day, isn't it? The poor professor was sitting with his back to me. So of course the only person who could have shot him from the front...is the little schoolboy.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
No! You killed the victim that day. Using curare. And then, in order to frame Ryunosuke Naruhodo for the crime... ...you waited until he picked up the pistol you'd arranged for him to find on the floor... ...before you shot the professor's dead body in the chest with your own hidden gun! Then, in the confusion that followed, all you had to do was turn the dead professor and his chair around. You see? You had every opportunity to commit this crime!
Brett:
Heh...heh...heh... What a wonderful imagination you have, young man.
Kazuma:
...!
Brett:
A hidden gun, you say? And I shot the professor's dead body, did I? Well, I'm terribly sorry, but...you don't have a shred of evidence.
Auchi:
Exactly! And as you have nothing to support your wild claims, the prosecution's stance remains unchanged. The victim, Dr John H. Wilson, was killed by a gunshot to the chest... ...delivered in cold blood by the accused, Ryunosuke Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
(This is unbelievable! How can this be happening?! We had her! But now... Is she really going to get away with it? The way she destroyed that evidence was obscene!)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke!
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Kazuma:
We've come this far, but now... Now you're the only one who can finish it.
Ryunosuke:
What? What do you mean?
Kazuma:
We've lost a vital piece of evidence, it's true. So if there are any clues left for us to use now... ...they must be in your head!
Ryunosuke:
(In...my head?)
Kazuma:
You told me before that your powers of observation were the one thing you could really depend upon.
Ryunosuke:
Well yes, that's true, but... (But I didn't manage to notice that this woman was a foreigner with a swan on her head...)
Kazuma:
So think back again now. Try to remember every last detail about the scene that day. Everything you saw. Everything you felt. Every colour, every smell...
Ryunosuke:
...!
(What I saw... What I felt... Every colour... Is Kazuma right? Somewhere in the vibrant memory of this same scene in my head... ...could there be another clue to expose the identity of Dr Wilson's killer?)
There's a clue
Leads to:
"Actually, Kazuma..."
There's nothing
Ryunosuke:
(I've been over it a thousand times in my head. There can't be anything more. At least, that's what I've been telling myself.)
Kazuma:
Let's not forget that a lot has changed since the start of this trial. Your memories of that day have been stirred over and over again in the last few hours.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Leads to:
"Actually, Kazuma..."
Ryunosuke:
Actually, Kazuma... ...I think I might have something. Thinking back over everything i saw, I think I might have uncovered another clue!
Kazuma:
Haha. You always have something up your sleeve, don't you, Ryunosuke? Come on then! Let's wipe the smug smile off that Englishwoman's face with some evidence!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I can't wait! (It's been niggling me for a while that something feels amiss in my memories of that day... Whatever it is could be the key to arriving at the truth about all this...) It's here somewhere. The clue that shows who Dr Wilson's real killer must have been is...
Present bloodstain
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Inspector Hosonaga! Answer me this!"
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It's right here! No! Wait! ...That's not it!
Judge:
Whatever is the matter with you, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um, well... Something I saw that day is playing on my mind, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
Judge:
Well, I regret to inform you, that I have no choice but to penalise you for that...effusion. 
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Like being here in the dock isn't penalty enough...)
Kazuma:
They're YOUR memories, Ryunosuke. No one else can see them.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! That's the problem!
Kazuma:
The answer's right in front of you. All you have to do is dredge it up!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll keep trying!
Leads back to:
"It's been niggling me for a while that something feels amiss in my memories of that day..."
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Hosonaga! Answer me this!
Hosonaga:
......... Y-Yes? What is  it?
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, he's still miles away. Probably thinking about that bottle being smashed...) As you've said a number of times now, you strive for perfection in your investigations, don't you?
Hosonaga:
Absolutely!
Ryunosuke:
I wonder, therefore, if perhaps you took anything else from the scene of the crime. Like, for instance, the plate of steak that you took to the victim's table that day? 
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
Wait a minute! Where are you going with th-
Brett:
Brett:
Where are you going with this, little boy?
Ryunosuke:
It's just a memory that's been troubling me.
Brett:
What memory?
Ryunosuke:
I saw the crime shown in this photographic print with my own eyes that day. And I saw that on the wooden base of the plate that the steak was served on... ...was a spattering of blood.
Auchi:
What?!
Brett:
......... Oh really? And what of it? Obviously that must have happened when you shot the professor.
Ryunosuke:
No, that can't be the case.
Brett:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Take a good look at the photograph, and the relative position of everything there. The plate of steak is almost directly behind the victim. If I'm supposed to have shot Dr Wilson in the chest from the front... ...there's no way that blood from the victim could have ended up directly behind him!
Auchi:
Ah!
Kazuma:
Hm, yes... For blood to have made it onto the plate, it implies the plate was between the victim and the shooter. Which means the shooter must have been sitting opposite the professor, as you were... ...Jezaille Brett!
Brett:
I beg your pardon?!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
This...this is beyond ridiculous! Fabricated nonsense! Is the court seriously expected to believe something the accused has apparently just 'remembered' seeing?
Hosonaga:
Hold it!
Hosonaga:
This... This could be the moment that my entire career in the police force has been leading to.
Ryunosuke:
Inspector! You mean...?
Hosonaga:
Yes! I took the plate! In the interests of preserving evidence from the scene of the crime! I took it, meat and all! And I don't CARE if they call me a crime scene thief because of it!
Brett:
You did WHAT?!
Hosonaga:
I took the steak that you had been eating, Miss Brett. I took the steak that the sergeant had been eating. And I did it all...in the name of justice!
Ryunosuke:
Then we can find out for sure whether or not there's a bloodstain on Miss Brett's plate! We must examine it! Now!
Judge:
Inspector! The court wishes to examine the plate from the victim's table, immediately!
Yes, siiir!
Hosonaga:
Sorry for the delay. Here is what you ordered... The steak.
Ryunosuke:
Well? What about the blood? Is there blood on it?!
Auchi:
Of course there isn't!
Judge:
Quickly, Inspector! The blood, man! Show the court!
Hosonaga:
Of course. Examine the plate at your leisure.
...No. No blood... No blood anywhere...
Ryunosuke:
But... But no, that's... Impossibleeeeee! (I know I saw it! I'm sure of it! It was right there on the table behind the professor. There was blood on the side of the plate!)
Brett:
...Heh...heh...heh... What an unbecoming expression, little boy! You see! This is why I always say you can't trust what the Japanese tell you!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Auchi:
Tsk, I couldn't agree more! ...In the case of this disgrace to the empire!
Judge:
I believe we may finally have reached a conclusion in this trial.
Brett:
Let's hope so. This 'let's pretend' attempt at courtroom proceedings is painful to watch. But I do promise to do my best to forget all about it when it's over.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
Hah! This sorry-looking steak reveals the facts all too clearly! If the sorry-looking accused wishes to examine it again, be my guest!
The plate of steak has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Was the plate I saw - or thought I saw - just a figment of my imagination? This is it now. I've lost...)
Examine evidence
Plate of Steak
Steak
Ryunosuke:
HUH?! What the- What in the world is this?!
Kazuma:
I think...it's a koban coin. And the hallmark is from the Hoei era, I believe.
Ryunosuke:
No no, I don't mean what IS it! I mean, what's it doing there?! ......... Wait, did you say it was a Hoei koban?
Kazuma:
Yes, and apart from the meat juices, it looks to be in good condition. I imagine it's very valuable.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, this isn't the first time today that there's been talk of a Hoei koban...)
Kazuma:
I've heard of pearls before swine, but I've never heard of bullion in bouillon!
Ryunosuke:
And I don't think you ever will again. (This is extraordinary, though. This means...)
Koban coin (after examining steak)
Kazuma:
I certainly never expected to find a precious coin underneath this thick cut of meat. And it's from the Hoei era, too. That would make it really quite valuable.
Ryunosuke:
It's well marinated in the juices, as well, look.
Kazuma:
What, are you thinking of eating it?
Ryunosuke:
No no. But the next time I order a steak in an expensive restaurant, one thing's for sure... My heart's going to be racing as I lift up the meat and peer underneath for a prize!
Kazuma:
I think you might have the wrong end of the stick about this, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
(A koban coin underneath this steak... There's only one logical explanation.)
Emblem on plate
Ryunosuke:
This emblem on the side of the plate... Is it a cat?
Kazuma:
It's a cow. Obviously. Most likely because the restaurant's signature dish is beef steak. It seems a lot of different restaurants have their own unique tableware.
Ryunosuke:
So this is the symbol of La Carneval, is it?
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... It's not over yet. Not until the final gavel.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Kazuma:
Never stop believing in yourself. Keep looking forward, no matter what.
Ryunosuke:
(Believe in myself...? Really? Hm, maybe I should at least examine the evidence for myself.)
Judge:
As the evidence requested by the defence has not been shown to be problematic in any way... ...I presume any further examination of evidence in this trial will be unnecessary. Does the defence have any objection?
Ryunosuke:
(That bloodstain was going to clinch the trial for me. Can this plate of steak reveal any other clues at all?)
Nothing else
Ryunosuke:
(No, I'm really clutching at straws now. That would fly in the face of common sense.)
Kazuma:
You know, it flies in the face of common sense... ...that someone like you with no experience as a lawyer could last this long in a trial like this.
Ryunosuke:
How did you...?
Kazuma:
Opportunities are always there for the taking. But only for those with the determination to grab them. Let's have another good look at that steak. If you want to give up, it had better wait until after that!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, maybe I should examine the evidence in more detail...)
Judge:
Well, a deafening silence from the defence. I will take that as your final answer on the matter.
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Leads to:
"Your Excellency, please, wait! This plate of beef is hiding another clue!"
There's another clue
Leads to:
"Your Excellency, please, wait! This plate of beef is hiding another clue!"
Ryunosuke:
Your Excellency, please, wait! This plate of beef is hiding another clue! Another clue that will reveal the shocking truth!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
The only thing that's shocking here, is your unhealthy fascination with beef steak!
Brett:
Your Excellency... I think I've made myself clear, haven't I? I will not be able to turn a blind eye to any more unnecessary procrastination in this trial.
Judge:
I'm sorry, Miss Brett, but we must ensure a thorough examination of the evidence. I will not give a ruling until I'm completely satisfied that all reasonable doubt has been dispelled.
Brett:
I see... As a newly affirmed ally of my country, that's still your position, is it?
Ryunosuke:
Thank you...Your Excellency.
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence! You will now clearly show the court to what you are alluding! Where precisely on this plate of beef steak is this new clue to be found?
Examine steak, then present koban coin
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Good, good gracious! That's..."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
No, Counsel, I'm afraid that won't do. That was ambiguous at best. When you're asked to identify a detail like this, you must do so knowing there is a penalty for mistakes!
Ryunosuke:
(The answer's right here in front of me, I'm sure of it. So there's only one thing to do! Turn this steak over and over until I find something to help me out of this mess!)
Leads back to:
"Counsel for the Defence! You will now clearly show the court to what you are alluding!"
Judge:
Good, good gracious! That's...
Auchi:
A-A-A...koban?
Brett:
What on earth...?
Hosonaga:
A Hoei-era one, at that.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Brett... This...is in fact the beef steak that you ordered at the restaurant on the day in question, is it?
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Tell me, why is there an old coin seemingly hidden underneath the meat?
Brett:
Brett:
What a ridiculous question! How should I know? I've never seen that thing before in my life! I don't know what this is, but I want no part of it!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
I fail to see how this is relevant! A coin under the meat? That could simply have been a careless mistake by the chef in a moment of distraction.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Don't be absurd! We're supposed to believe that this happened by accident in the kitchen? A rare Hoei koban just happens to be hidden underneath that piece of steak? If this turns out to be irrelevant to the case... I'll rip up my ticket to Great Britain right now!
Ryunosuke:
(He's right. It can't be a coincidence.) Your Excellency!
Judge:
Yes, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
A rare Hoei koban just happens to be hidden underneath that piece of steak? If this turns out to be irrelevant to the case... I'll give up my lawyer job right now!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
By all means, don't let us stop you! No one invited you, anyway!
Brett:
Brett:
Perhaps, little boy, you should realise that it is you who is irrelevant.
Ryunosuke:
(Even though I'M the one on trial here...?) The point is! It's essential that we ask the owner of this coin if he can explain what it's doing under that steak!
Judge:
The owner...?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes. It's obvious. There's only one person it can belong to.) The owner of the koban that was found underneath the beef steak is...
Present Kyurio Korekuta profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Obviously, it can only be..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, just the sort of person to have a precious koban like that...)
Kazuma:
No! Come on, Ryunosuke!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?! You, you shocked me, Kazuma!
Kazuma:
Not as much as you shocked me! We've already heard about a koban in this case. Don't you think perhaps it's the same one?!
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes...of course! I, I just couldn't quite find the right name.
Kazuma:
Then consult the Court Record! Please?
Ryunosuke:
(Well, seeing as you asked so nicely...)
Leads back to:
"Yes. It's obvious."
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, it can only be... ...the antiques dealer and owner of Rasu-tei, Kyurio Korekuta-san!
Brett:
Kyuri...? As in 'Mr Cucumber-something'? Honestly, these ridiculous Japanese names are quite unfathomable.
Judge:
Ah, yes... ...the old man who testified earlier alongside the military sergeant, correct?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Your Excellency.
Kazuma:
I remember him saying that he was up to something with his koban coin when it happened. At exactly the moment the gun was fired.
Korekuta:
The gunshot interested me not. I was far too busy on the floor.
Ryunosuke:
'Too busy on the floor'? Sorry, what were you doing?
Korekuta:
Hunting for treasure. Indeed! The Hoei-era koban! My prized coin!
Judge:
Then this Hoei-era koban... Do, do you mean to tell me...?
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
No no no! Please, why would Korekuta-san's koban... ...be sandwiched between the victim's beef steak and its plate? It makes no sense!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Which is why I'm asking to bring Korekuta-san back to the witness stand, so we can ask him!
Judge:
Officer! Bring both witnesses that testified earlier back in here. Without a moment's delay!
Ryunosuke:
(I can't believe we've come back round to that pair again. But I have a hunch - a strong hunch... ...that if we chase down the real significance of this koban... ...we'll find that it's a key element in the case!)
Nosa:
What's this all about? Why have I been called up again? Don't you realise that it's dinner time for little baby Aido? When my son's belly is empty, he's fiercer than a pack of wolves!
Korekuta:
Exploited by the police, we were. Like miserable dogs, forced to bear false witness. And when cast from this courtroom, myself, I became a ruined man in a trice. A worthless, withered antique. Nothing more I have to say. The sun has set on this Rasu-tei shop owner's existence...
Judge:
Be that as it may, Korekuta-san, something has come to light that requires your clarification. As far as your 'Rasu-tei' memory serves, have you ever seen this koban be-
Korekuta:
WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! That's... Yes... That's it! The one! The very one! The very exact one that it is! The resplendent, splendiferous Hoei treasure that my rusty bones managed to misplace that fateful day!
Auchi:
It can't be...!
Ryunosuke:
Hm, as I thought.
Korekuta:
Young man! Enlighten this decrepit old fool! Put me out of my misery! Where? Where was my treasure? Where was it dropped?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um... I'm not sure if it was 'dropped' anywhere.
Kazuma:
We found your coin sandwiched between a beef steak and its plate, soaking in the seasoned meat's juices.
Korekuta:
S-S-S-Sandwiched?! S-S-S-Soaking?! S-S-S-SERIOUSLY?!
Kazuma:
Clearly, it couldn't have fallen there by accident. Which means...somebody must have hidden it there on purpose.
Korekuta:
Somebody concealed my Hoei treasure...between a slab of meat...and a metal plate...? WHO would do such a thing?! Such an unconscionable thing?!
Kazuma:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
Hosonaga:
Excuse me... Could I say something?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course!
Judge:
Proceed, Inspector Hosonaga.
Hosonaga:
......... I mentioned this earlier on in the trial, but... ...I was working undercover in the restaurant in order to investigate another case.
Judge:
Ah, yes, that's right. The secret undercover operation.
Hosonaga:
La Carneval is a high-class Western cuisine restaurant. It attracts wealthy diners, including many foreigners. Recently, there's been a run of similarly executed thefts targeting the restaurant's rich clientele. A number of such incidents have been reported to the police bureau.
Judge:
Hmmm... Wicked crimes indeed.
Hosonaga:
We wanted to nip the case in the bud quickly. Especially with so many foreigners being affected.
Ryunosuke:
So that's why you were sent in undercover, is it?
Hosonaga:
Yes. I took on the job of waiter at the restaurant in order to flush out the criminal. It seems likely...that this koban incident is the work of the same thief.
Kazuma:
Hm, so unbeknownst to us, there was a master thief at work in the restaurant on a regular basis. The place was already the scene of several crimes, it seems.
Ryunosuke:
I don't know about the master thief part, but... The identity of the person who stole and hid Korekuta-san's koban is all too clear.
Auchi:
What?
Korekuta:
WHAT?!
Judge:
I think the court would like to hear the defence's view on this matter. Tell us, who is the despicable scoundrel that stole Korekuta-san's koban and hid it under the steak!
Present Iyesa Nosa profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Obviously...it can only be you..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, seems like a likely candidate for a koban thief...
Kazuma:
No! Come on, Ryunosuke!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?! You, you shocked me, Kazuma!
Kazuma:
Not as much as you shocked me! No one could have approached the table unnoticed. Even if you're a crazy fool, you couldn't have missed that!
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure you should be calling Korekuta-san a crazy fool, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
It's YOU I was calling the crazy fool!
Ryunosuke:
(Ah... Maybe I'm on the wrong track here.)
Judge:
I don't believe I can have heard you correctly, Counsel. Let me hear your opinion on this matter again.
Leads back to:
"Tell us, who is the despicable scoundrel that stole Korekuta-san's koban and hid it under the steak!"
Ryunosuke:
Obviously...it can only be you... ...Sergeant Iyesa Nosa!
Nosa:
Wha...? How... How dare you, you, you... You monster!
Ryunosuke:
Monster?
Nosa:
I stole that koban, did I? I'm the master thief of La Carneval, am I? You're seriously accusing ME of these crimes, cadet? But it wasn't me. It was Aido! Aido is the mastermind behind all this!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
Ryunosuke:
You would push the blame for your crimes onto your own son, an innocent little baby?! It's you who's the monster, Sergeant Nosa!
Nosa:
.........
......U......
UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAClippety-clop, clippety-clop, clippety-clop, clippety-clop, clippety-clop, clippety-clop!GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!Nippon Imperial Army, Sergeant Iyesa Nosa, preparing to stand down in the Supreme Court, sir!
Nosa:
Do any of you know... ...of the extraordinarily low wages the Nippon Imperial Army pays those it expects to keep our country safe?
Judge:
I understand that the temporary increase in taxation owing to the recently ended conflicts remains in place. And I have heard it's hard for lower ranking soldiers to make a living, yes.
Nosa:
All I want...is to put a hot meal on the table for my son!
Ryunosuke:
That's why you were stealing things at the restaurant?
Nosa:
The place is heaving with money! Every three days, I'd go there and do reconnaissance for a target. And I'd enjoy chomping my way through a good steak at the same time!
Ryunosuke:
(It sounds like he doesn't bother with a knife and fork, even. Which...is worryingly believable...)
Kazuma:
And your 'target' that day was the old man and his koban?
Nosa:
......... Yes...sir. He...was an easy mark. I...slipped the coin into my pocket without any trouble at all.
Korekuta:
Hmmm... A veritable phantom thief, you are...
Nosa:
I was all set to leave the steak I was halfway through devouring, when it happened.
*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
Yes, when the professor was shot.
Nosa:
I knew that if the police conducted a search and found the coin in my pocket, I'd be finished. Aido, too. So I hid the incriminating evidence as fast as I could. On the double! I slipped it under the steak...hoping that I'd be able to rendezvous with it again at a later date.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
.........
Korekuta:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Kazuma:
.........
.........
...This is ridiculous...
Brett:
Perhaps you could carry on with this absurd prattling in your own time?
Ryunosuke:
Well, Miss Brett-
Auchi:
Oh, of course, dear lady, of course! How rude of us! I'm quite sure there's no need to detain you any longer at all. May the esteemed gentlewoman PLEASE be excused, Your Excellency?!
Judge:
Hm, indeed... The theft of the koban was clearly perpetrated by this... 'baby-saddled' sergeant. It would certainly appear to be unrelated to Dr Wilson's murder.
Brett:
Of course it is. Hiding a coin under a lump of meat? The sheer nonsense of such an idea astounds me.
Ryunosuke:
N-Nonsense, is it...?
Nosa:
Ah, um...well... Oof...
Brett:
And as for picking up your steak and biting into it without using a knife and fork... It's beyond nonsense. It's pure madness!
Judge:
Very well. Now that all questions concerning this witness's testimony have been answered... ...I see no further justification for detaining her. Miss Brett, you are free to leave.
Brett:
Thank you, Your Excellency. Good luck, everyone. ...And good day.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke! What's the matter with you? This is no time for daydreaming!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! No, it's just... ...something about Miss Brett's parting words there got me thinking. (I can't quite work out what exactly. But something she said jarred with me. I feel like there was a contradiction in there somewhere. Something didn't quite add up...)
Kazuma:
If that's the case, don't just stand there thinking! Make your voice heard!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Kazuma:
You can think later. But if you don't call out now, it'll be too late. The trial will be over!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! Miss Brett!
Brett:
What is it now?
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid...just one last time... There's something I'd like to ask you. I'd like you to explain the contradiction in your parting words from just a few moments ago.
Brett:
What are you talking about? What contradiction?
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
What new student nonsense is this?
Kazuma:
Well? What parting words are you talking about, Ryunosuke?
Brett:
Hiding a coin under a lump of meat? The sheer nonsense of such an idea astounds me. And as for picking up your steak and biting into it without using a knife and fork... It's beyond nonsense. It's pure madness!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I'm right. What she said there exposed an undeniable contradiction!)
Judge:
I'm going to need to see evidence, Counsel. If Miss Brett's words truly are contradictory, where is the evidence to prove it?
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
The photographic print of the scene taken immediately after the incident occurred?
Ryunosuke:
What's interesting is the plate of steak that you can see on the victim's table.
Leads to:
"The steak that Miss Brett had been eating before the professor was killed, yes. Go on."
Present Plate of Steak
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The steak that Miss Brett had been eating before the professor was killed, yes. Go on."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is the evidence right here! ...Well?!
Judge:
Well, Miss Brett?
Brett:
This attempt to incriminate me is as brutish as the sergeant's eating habits.
Judge:
Yes, I'm inclined to agree.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH!
Brett:
You really need to learn some more gentlemanly habits, little boy.
Ryunosuke:
...I'll do my best. (I need to think again!)
Leads back to:
"Well? What parting words are you talking about, Ryunosuke?"
Judge:
The steak that Miss Brett had been eating before the professor was killed, yes. Go on.
Ryunosuke:
More accurately, Your Excellency... ...the steak that was on the victim's table just before the professor was killed.
Auchi:
Now you're just splitting hairs!
Brett:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Not true. Doesn't something about this steak strike you as very unnatural?
Auchi:
'Unnatural'? What on earth do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
It's extremely obvious. I'm talking about the shape of the edge where it's been eaten.
Brett:
...!
Ryunosuke:
I see you've noticed it too, Miss Brett.
Judge:
Noticed what exactly, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Just a few moments ago, Miss Brett claimed... ...no Englishman could even contemplate picking up a steak and biting into it without using a knife and fork.
Auchi:
Of course she did! She's a refined English gentlewoman herself!
Ryunosuke:
Then take a good look at this steak. In particular, the edge where it's been eaten. As you can see, there are clearly defined 'barbaric' teeth marks there!
Auchi:
Ah!
Judge:
Oh!
Brett:
......... ...Ah!
Kazuma:
It looks like Miss Brett has realised something.
Ryunosuke:
So! If the witness, as she claims, wouldn't contemplate eating anything without using a knife and fork... ...there shouldn't be teeth marks in the steak at all!
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
But... What is your actual point? Perhaps the delightful Miss Brett was ravenously hungry and couldn't help her-
Brett:
Brett:
.........
Auchi:
Oh, um... Whatever you say, dear lady!
Brett:
As I said, I really must be leaving now. Afternoon tea with the Minister of Justice cannot possibly wait any longer.
Auchi:
Of course, of course! This will all be over in the blink of an eye! Rest assured, I'm about to put this rookie in his place! Just leave everything to-
Brett:
Brett:
I've heard enough... You irritating little spectacled samurai relic!
Auchi:
Of, of course...dear ladyyyyyyyy!
Kazuma:
What's the matter, Miss Brett? Have we ruffled your feathers?
Ryunosuke:
Clearly, the witness knows what this means. She's realised the catastrophic implications these teeth marks in the steak have for her!
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke! Do you know where you're going with this?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes. Now at last, it's all come together. The mysterious teeth marks in a steak that had allegedly been eaten with cutlery... The reason why the bloodstain I know I saw somehow seems to have disappeared... And most importantly... The evidence that proves once and for all... who shot Dr Wilson that day!)
Judge:
I accept that these teeth marks in the steak are a little... 'unnatural', as you put it, Counsel. But what exactly are you suggesting that tells us?
Ryunosuke:
...Everything, Your Excellency.
Auchi:
Everything?!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I believe that these 'barbaric' teeth marks in the steak here... ...amount to conclusive evidence in this case. Evidence that will prove beyond any doubt who shot Dr Wilson!
Brett:
Brett:
Conclusive evidence? How many times have I heard that today? You wouldn't know the meaning of the phrase! Typical Japanese empty threats!
Kazuma:
How can you be so sure?
Brett:
Oh, it's quite simple. If you really had such conclusive evidence, you would have presented it to the court long ago!
Ryunosuke:
Actually, the evidence I'm talking about hasn't been brought before the court yet.
Auchi:
Hasn't been...? What?!
Ryunosuke:
But just because it hasn't been shown yet, doesn't mean that the evidence does not exist.
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
This is absurd! The trial has run several hours already! And you say there's evidence yet to be brought forward? There can't be! I don't believe you have it!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
I don't! But there is someone who does have it! Someone in this very courtroom!
Brett:
...!
Ryunosuke:
And if that person is willing to submit the piece of evidence I'm referring to... ...it will solve every remaining mystery about this case!
Judge:
Very well... I have a feeling this will be my last request of the defence in this trial. Who possesses the conclusive evidence that will reveal the truth about this whole affair?
Present Satoru Hosonaga profile
Ryunosuke:
 
Leads to:
"The answer is obvious! It's Inspector Hosonaga!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
 
Judge:
Counsel... I'm disappointed. As this is likely your last chance, I would have expected you to be taking it more seriously.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Judge:
It seems you need some waking up. Perhaps a penalty will help focus your mind!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Kazuma:
Now we've come this far, there's nothing more to say. There's one person in particular who's provided us with various pieces of evidence already. You have plenty of clues that point to the right answer.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
This is the last act in this trial. And you have centre stage, Ryunosuke!
Leads back to:
"Very well... I have a feeling this will be my last request of the defence in this trial."
Ryunosuke:
The answer is obvious! It's Inspector Hosonaga!
Hosonaga:
What?! I, I have it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes.
Hosonaga:
You, you think I've been withholding conclusive evidence? That's ridicul- Ahem! Ahem! Ahem, AHEM!
Ryunosuke:
No no no no! I'm not saying that! Everyone's attention has been focused on this steak with the teeth marks.
Judge:
Yes...
Ryunosuke:
Now, earlier this afternoon, Sergeant Nosa told the court the following: 'I'd enjoy chomping my way through a good steak.' And as well as admitting to stealing Korekuta-san's coin, he told us that he 'slipped it under the steak.'
Nosa:
You, you watch it, cadet! I'm a superior officer!
Ryunosuke:
Sergeant Nosa, could you please confirm something for me? Was the steak that you put the coin under... in fact, your own steak?
Nosa:
Teeen-shun! Affirmative, of course! I might be a soldier in the Imperial Nippon Army, but still... ...I'm not brave enough to ask a foreign gentlelady if she'd mind me manhandling her meal to hide something in it!
Ryunosuke:
In other words, the steak that the detective submitted as evidence earlier... ...was in fact Sergeant Nosa's meal.
Auchi:
Objection!
Auchi:
But...that makes no sense! That plate was taken from the victim's table.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Yet the gentlewoman doesn't take bites out of her steak, nor did she have any opportunity to steal the coin.
Brett:
Of course I didn't steal it! To even suggest such a thing would be...an affront to the entire British Empire!
Judge:
Well then...how do you explain this paradox?
Auchi:
Exactly! Surely you're not going to suggest... ...that the sergeant switched the two steaks over?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
.........
Nosa:
.........
Auchi:
......... You DID switch the plates?
Nosa:
......... Well...after it happened... The, um...
*BANG!*
Nosa:
When I saw the civilian had been murdered right in front of my eyes like that, I panicked. As I said, I immediately lifted my steak and hid the coin underneath it. But then when the waiter announced he was an undercover policeman, I thought I'd had it! If he decided to investigate my slab of meat, that'd be it. I'd be getting my marching orders! So when the cadet here was arrested and taken off to the kitchen, I seized my chance. With military precision and timing...I switched my steak with the one on the foreign lady's table!
Brett:
What?! You can't have! I, I never saw you do such a thing!
Nosa:
It was called 'Operation Lightning Bolt'. There was no time for strategic planning. It was do or die, I tell you! So yes! I did what had to be done!
Auchi:
Un... Unbelievableeeeeeeee!
Nosa:
However! Fear not, Prosecutor-san!
Auchi:
What now?
Nosa:
I swear on the brass buttons of my uniform... that is all I did! Sir!
Auchi:
'All you did'?! That's plenty, Sergeant!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
So, if Sergeant Nosa switched the plates over... ...it means he took Miss Brett's steak - and the plate it was on - back to his own table.
Judge:
Yes, that follows.
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Hosonaga!
Hosonaga:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Earlier in this trial, you told the court this: You said that you had not only taken Miss Brett's steak after the incident, but also the sergeant's. That to preserve evidence, you had taken both.
Auchi:
Ah!
Brett:
...!
Hosonaga:
That's correct.
Ryunosuke:
Then please present it to the court now. The plate that was actually on the victim's table at the precise moment he was shot!
Brett:
Brett:
What can that possibly tell us now? I mean, a cold slab of tough meat? It can't have the slightest bearing on the case!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
No! You're not wriggling your way out of it this time, lady!
Brett:
I, I beg your pardon...?
Kazuma:
Surely you're not that forgetful. Surely you remember the reason why this steak pan promises to prove such a problem for you...no?
Brett:
Hmph! You're the ones who decided it was a problem, not me.
Kazuma:
The reason the defence asked to see that plate was to confirm something the defendant remembers seeing.
Brett:
Tsk! THINKS he remembers!
Ryunosuke:
I'm quite sure of what I saw, Miss Brett. On the side of the plate that was on the table directly behind Dr Wilson... ...there was a clear spattering of blood from the gunshot wound to the victim's chest. 
Kazuma:
I believe the defendant's memory serves him well.
Brett:
...!
Kazuma:
And now we have the evidence to prove it! The plate you were eating from, Miss Brett!
Judge:
Let us not prolong this any further. Inspector, you will show the evidence to the court. Present the beef steak and plate that was originally on the victim's table at the time of the incident!
Yes, siiir!
Hosonaga:
Sorry for keeping you. Here is the other steak and its plate. Please, feel free to examine it.
The bloodstain... It's clearly visible, look!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Now this makes everything clear. The blood you can see on the side of the plate... ...shows that at the moment the victim was shot, he was facing the table, with his back to me.
Kazuma:
In other words! It's impossible for Naruhodo-san to have shot the victim!
Brett:
Agh!
Auchi:
It, it can't be...
Ryunosuke:
In fact, there's only one person who could possibly have shot Dr Wilson from the front. I'm sure everyone knows by now who that person is.
Brett:
...Ugh...um...
Ryunosuke:
That's right... Miss Jezaille Brett... It's you!
Brett:
......... Outdone...by a Japanese? Me? By a Japanese schoolboy? No... No... NO...
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Brett:
Please excuse my...little outburst. I briefly lost my composure. Most unbecoming behaviour for an English gentlewoman. Forgive me.
Judge:
Well, Miss Brett... ...I think it's time you told the court what actually happened that day. The truth, this time.
Brett:
......... Gladly, Your Excellency.
Brett:
...It was I who took the professor's life, using curare. As you surmised, I chose that particular day for one very important reason... The professor had a dental appointment for the extraction of one of his teeth in the morning.
Kazuma:
So you planned to kill the professor, knowing that no trace of poison would be found in his water. Because curare is unheard of here in Japan.
Brett:
Yes. Of course, I never intended to remain at the restaurant for as long as I did. I only needed to see the professor take one tiny sip of his water, and it would be all over. I would place the steak I had ordered in front of him to make it appear as though he had been dining alone... ...and leave immediately. However... ...before any of that happened, there was an unexpected visitor at the professor's table.
Ryunosuke:
That would be me...I suppose?
Brett:
Yes, you. Who else? Such a trifling matter. But the fact that you'd decided to come over to greet the professor... ...meant that I had lost my chance to slip away unnoticed. In due course, the professor took a sip of his water and was paralysed. I made sure he was sitting in his chair such that he wouldn't fall.
There was no going back at that point. So I concocted a plan on the spur of the moment.
Kazuma:
A plan to pin Dr Wilson's murder on this innocent man.
Brett:
......... I happened to know that the professor always carried a gun. I decided to use that fact to my advantage. I had the bottle of curare in my handbag. And...my own pistol concealed under my skirt.
Auchi:
U-Under you [sic] skirt...?
Ryunosuke:
So I was right. There were two guns.
Brett:
...Yes.
Ryunosuke:
And then I finished my coffee and got up to leave. That's when I noticed the professor's gun, which you had presumably placed on the floor. Placed where you were sure that I would notice it.
Brett:
And everything went according to plan. You noticed the gun, as I'd intended. And then, just as you bent down to pick it up...
*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
That's when you shot the professor with your own gun. Even though at that point, he was already dead.
Brett:
Naturally, the gunshot caused a commotion, at which point the waiter appeared.
Hosonaga:
Obviously, I assumed Naruhodo-san was the culprit and apprehended him. I took him to the pantry that adjoins the kitchen and locked him inside.
Brett:
That's when I took the opportunity to turn the professor and his chair around.
Kazuma:
Because, of course... ...you needed to make it look like the defendant had shot Dr Wilson from where he'd picked up the gun.
.........
Brett:
...So there you have it. That is the entirety of my...misdemeanour.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Auchi:
.........
Judge:
.........
Brett:
Your Excellency...
Judge:
Yes?
Brett:
I wonder... ...might I speak with you in private later?
Judge:
I shall call on you.
Brett:
Thank you. Good day then, everyone. I hope you can forgive me...Naruhodo-san.
Judge:
It would seem... ...this trial has finally run its course. I presume the prosecution is in agreement?
Auchi:
This, this can't be... Taketsuchi Auchi does not lose! Not to the likes of this, this...ROOKIE STUDENT!
Kazuma:
You'd better start getting used to tough opposition.
Auchi:
ARRRRRRGH! Ryunosuke Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Wha- Yes?
Auchi:
This insult to the Auchi family name... will NEVER be forgotten!
Kazuma:
You've become conceited with age, Counsel. But the old have to stand aside and make way for the new. It's the way of the world. ...May you never forget that! A thousand millenia may pass, and still the Auchi clan will never measure up to the Naruhodo clan!
Judge:
This trial, in the Supreme Court of Japan... ...will, I believe, go down in history as the start of a new chapter in our country's judicial system. Despite being summoned as the accused, you, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, presented an excellent case.
Ryunosuke:
I... Thank you, Your Excellency!
Judge:
The use of evidence and deduction to unravel the truth is a modern methodology. After all, it has only been a few short decades since our country opened its doors to the wider world. But the Western ideas of 'science' are rapidly gaining acceptance here. I feel sure that science will soon bring new methods of investigation, and new procedures of justice. A new future of law awaits. But what it will look like, I cannot begin to imagine. That is for the young to pursue. Kazuma Asogi...
Kazuma:
Yes?
Judge:
After this trial, you are set to embark on a journey of discovery, to the illustrious British Empire. Learn all you can. Absorb everything of the wider world that you are able to. And do not forget...to fulfil the mission imposed upon you.
Kazuma:
......... I understand...Your Excellency.
Ryunosuke:
What was that about? Why do you look so grave all of a sudden?
Kazuma:
Ah... Never mind.
Judge:
As for you, Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes?
Judge:
In you, I sense - how can I put it? - unusual potential. I very much look forward to seeing how you carry that onwards.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Your Excellency!
Judge:
It is time to deliver the final verdict. I hereby find the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
Not Guilty
Judge:
This court is now adjourned!
22nd November, 2:46 p.m.
Supreme Court of Judicature, Defendants' Antechamber 5
Ryunosuke:
(I can't believe it. I can't believe what's happened. I made it! I defended myself and made it through that horrendous trial!)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke! You finally pulled it off! Congratulations!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
Ha ha ha ha hah! No no, it was a pleasure to watch you at work. So, you owe me an extra large sukiyaki from the place on Yumei University Street. Don't forget!
???:
Good afternoon. All your hard work has certainly paid off.
Susato:
Congratulations to both of you for proving Naruhodo-san's innocence.
Kazuma:
Ah, our trusty judicial assistant. You worked hard for that result, too, you know.
Susato:
Oh no. I didn't do anythi-
Ryunosuke:
Thank you so much! If we hadn't had that research paper of Miss Brett's, I don't know how things would have turned out.
Susato:
Your kind words should really be for my father. I was simply doing as he asked. It was his idea for me to go to the university and investigate.
Ryunosuke:
Your father...? (Ah yes, of course...)
???:
Forgive me for intruding on court proceedings, Your Excellency.
Susato:
Susato Mikotoba, judicial assistant to the defence.
Ryunosuke:
(Speaking of Mikotoba...)
???:
Ah, there you are. I believe congratulations are in order!
Mikotoba:
Naruhodo... You did an excellent job.
Ryunosuke:
Th-Thank you, Professor.
Mikotoba:
Oh no, it is I who should be thanking you. After all... ...your efforts exposed the true criminal that took the life of my good friend.
Ryunosuke:
('Good friend'?) Oh yes, you mentioned that before. It was you who actually invited Dr Wilson to Yumei University, wasn't it?
Mikotoba:
Yes, that's right.
Kazuma:
Professor Mikotoba studied overseas himself. He went to study forensic medicine in Great Britain. Presumably that's when you met Dr Wilson?
Mikotoba:
Exactly. In those days, we worked together in the same hospital.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, you worked together?
Kazuma:
I've never heard you mention that before.
Mikotoba:
Well, it was a long time ago now. Besides... ...it's your turn, Asogi.
Kazuma:
...!
Mikotoba:
Great Britain is a magnificent country. It leads the world. In science, medicine, engineering, culture... And, of course, in law. Watch and learn, my boy. See what's happening in the world's largest melting pot!
Kazuma:
I will. I'll learn all that I can. I swear on this, the spirit of the Asogi clan!
Ryunosuke:
You're not taking that sword to Great Britain, are you?
Kazuma:
Of course I am. A Japanese man's katana is his soul. This blade shows me where I need to go. And cuts down anything that's in my way.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I've definitely seen how sharp it is already with my own eyes...)
Kazuma:
That reminds me, what's happened to the woman? To Jezaille Brett, I mean. After all, she's guilty of murder.
Mikotoba:
Ah yes, her. It's not easy to tell you this, but...
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean? Surely she's going to face trial herself now. She's the true culprit, after all.
Mikotoba:
She will be leaving Japan in the very near future. For Shanghai.
Ryunosuke:
What? Shanghai?
Kazuma:
.........
Mikotoba:
Jezaille Brett will not appear in court again in this country. I'm certain of that.
Ryunosuke:
What? But why not?
???:
It's a matter of consular jurisdiction.
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Hosonaga!
Hosonaga:
It was a hard-fought battle in the courtroom today. Very impressive to watch. I must congratula-
Ryunosuke:
But, but what's all this about consular jurisdiction?
Hosonaga:
We cannot try this particular foreigner for her crimes here in Japan.
Ryunosuke:
What...? We can't try her? But then, who? Who's going to bring her to justice?
Kazuma:
A British consular court will hear her case. Somewhere far away, where our voices can't be heard.
Ryunosuke:
(But why a consular court...?)
Kazuma:
Professor, I simply don't understand. I thought consular courts were a thing of the past now that we've signed the friendship treaty.
Mikotoba:
Yes, in normal circumstances, you're right.
Kazuma:
Then, so long as this is not a serious incident of a highly political nature to our respective governments... ...they can't invoke a consular court just like that!
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Can't they?
Kazuma:
Yes, she's a student, but it doesn't justify our governments making secret agreements about her fate, does it? Something strange is going on!
Mikotoba:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(So Miss Brett can't be held accountable for her actions here in Japan...)
Mikotoba:
I'm afraid that for the young student... ...today's trial was nothing more than a game all along. There was never any danger of comeuppance for her.
Ryunosuke:
I don't believe it...
Hosonaga:
The British government's foreign affairs ministry has demanded that we hand over custody of Miss Brett. They're obviously taking this case of a foreign student committing murder very seriously.
Mikotoba:
......... But it's all going to change from now on. We can make it change. This is a time of great turmoil, this new era heralded by the start of the twentieth century. One day, I have no doubt... ...that woman will receive the judgment she deserves.
Kazuma:
Yes, change is coming. And we're the ones driving it.
Mikotoba:
Well, I think that's enough seriousness for now. This evening calls for a celebratory drink!
Ryunosuke:
But Professor...
Kazuma:
You're right. This is no time for gloomy faces! We should be celebrating Ryunosuke's not guilty verdict! Let's start having some fun!
Hosonaga:
In that case, might I suggest La Carneval? As the head waiter, I should be delighted to provide you with ample food and drink!
Ryunosuke:
Um...you're a detective, Hosonaga-san. ...Aren't you?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! Ahem! Let's not worry about details for now. To La Carneval! Will you accompany us, Professor?
Mikotoba:
Of course! La Carneval's food is second to none!
Susato:
I shall go and attend to the paperwork for Naruhodo-san's release.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes... Thank you. (So Jezaille Brett won't be tried here. I, I suppose that means I'll never know. I'll never find out why she killed Dr Wilson...) Kazuma...
Kazuma:
Yes, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
I just wanted to say thanks again, that's all. You really saved my skin today.
Kazuma:
Ha ha ha ha hah! I didn't do a thing! You were the lawyer in there, weren't you? That defence was all your own work.
Ryunosuke:
Your skills made the difference, though. One day, I bet you'll be the best lawyer in the world.
Kazuma:
Hm, I'm not so sure about that.
Ryunosuke:
...?
Kazuma:
To be honest, something kept occurring to me over and over again during that trial. I couldn't help thinking that maybe you're the one destined to become a great lawyer, not me.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? Come on, be serious!
Kazuma:
If I helped you today, it was only right at the very start of the trial. But you have a natural talent for it. For being a defence lawyer, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no! Not me! All that tense verbal combat? I never want to go through that ever again! I just... I did what you told me to do, that's all. Because I knew I could trust you.
Kazuma:
That's the point.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What do you mean, 'that's the point'?
Kazuma:
Listen, Ryunosuke... Do you know what the most crucial weapon is that any lawyer needs in order to win?
Ryunosuke:
Um...knowledge of the law?
Kazuma:
No. The ability to believe.
Ryunosuke:
To believe? To believe what?
Kazuma:
A defence lawyer has to fight for his clients. He has to believe in them at all times.
Ryunosuke:
Like you believed in me when I said I didn't do it.
Kazuma:
I'm human, just like you. I don't have some superhuman ability to know the truth. But you have to make a choice about what to believe in and stick to it when you're defending someone. Sometimes in the courtroom, you can really be backed into a corner. But being able to remain faithful to what you chose to believe in even then... Well, that's not something that anyone can do. It takes a special kind of person.
Ryunosuke:
Hm, believing in your client...
Kazuma:
Just look at today's trial. I'm a student lawyer with precious little real experience, but you never stopped believing in me.
Ryunosuke:
Well, I...
Kazuma:
You faced seemingly hopeless situations time and again, but you never stopped looking for the truth. And in the end, you found it. Through your own efforts. And because you never stopped believing in me. 
Ryunosuke:
Thanks, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
......... There's something I want to ask you, actually, Ryunosuke. Well, it's a favour, really. Something very important to me.
Ryunosuke:
It sounds serious. What is-
Hosonaga:
Ah! You're still here, are you?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Inspector Hosonaga!
Hosonaga:
I've arranged some rickshaws for us. Let's go!
Kazuma:
Thank you. We'll be right there. Let's pick up this conversation again later. We should be celebrating right now. Your first court victory!
Ryunosuke:
And YOUR study tour to Great Britain, don't forget!
Kazuma:
Ah yes. That too.
So my very first trial came to an end. Kazuma... Professor Mikotoba... Susato-san, who acted as my assistant... Inspector Hosonaga...who didn't really play much of a part, but still... It was because of the help and support of all these people that I managed to get through that trial. But more importantly... Kazuma hadn't yet managed to ask his favour of me. Little did I realise... ...just how much it would change my life.
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
That statement is clearly odd!
Judge:
What appears to be odd, is the way you're presenting yourself. 
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um... Pay no attention, Your Excellency! 
Judge:
Hmph, as you wish. Now kindly lower your hand!
Ryunosuke:
(Never! Not until I've proven that I'm innocent here!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
That statement contradicts the facts as demonstrated by this evidence!
Judge:
As far as I can tell, there is nothing untoward about this evidence.
Ryunosuke:
But, but that...
Judge:
Pull yourself together! You look as though your eyes are about to pop out of your head!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, I can't help that. It's just my look!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well?! What about that last statement made by the witness?
Judge:
It seems perfectly reasonable to me.
Ryunosuke:
Ex... Exactly! Perfectly reasonable in every way!
Judge:
Perhaps you should take a leaf out of the witness's book, and learn to be more reasonable yourself.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Alright, I just need to calm down and think everything through again from the start.)
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Pursue Jezaille Brett incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have anything to say about THAT, Miss Brett?
Brett:
No, nothing.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... So, nothing strikes you as odd having heard that last statement?
Brett:
Only your approach to this trial. Nothing else springs to mind.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. 
Brett:
You people are so uncivilised. It's unseemly to make idle conversation with a gentlewoman you don't know. Kindly refrain from talking to me again, please.
Ryunosuke:
I'll, I'll do my best.
Kazuma:
You'll do your best to crush her!
Pursue Satoru Hosonaga incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
What do you make of that, Inspector Hosonaga?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem!
Ryunosuke:
Erm, I'm talking about that last statement.
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem! ...Ahem! ...Ahem!
Ryunosuke:
What I mean is, does nothing strike you as unusual about it?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem! ...Ahem, ahem, ahem, AHEM!
Ryunosuke:
(This is hopeless! No matter how hard I try, I just can't get past that cough!)
Kazuma:
I don't think you need to push it, Ryunosuke. Give him some time.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, alright. (I'll leave it for now.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That will do! I am now satisfied that no reasonable doubt remains in this matter. The defence has consistently failed to refute adequately the assertions of the prosecution. Accordingly, I hereby announce this court's final verdict. I find the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
Guilty
Judge:
Officer, restrain the accused, and send the telegraphic communication to Great Britain without delay. The accused will not be granted the right to appeal. That is all. Court adjourned!
The Adventure of the Runaway Room
Transcript
Episode III
The Adventure of The Runaway Room
Anime cutscene
Glancing over my records of the late last century, I am faced by the events of a certain bitter winter. A murder in a carriage as it sped through dense London fog in the dead of night - Though the victim and the perpetrator were the only ones inside, there were multiple witnesses to the crime itself. However, none could have imagined at the time that such a seemingly obvious case as this would end in such a horrendous manner. My friend, Mr Herlock Sholmes, once said of the incident, 'I believe that perhaps that case was indeed the "prelude" - the beginning of a long concerto that impressive Japanese student and I were to play together.'
Anime cutscene
Ryunosuke:
Amazing... Is...is this really just a railway station?
Susato:
Railway station or not, I've never seen such an enormous building before.
Ryunosuke:
And look at all the steam locomotives. This country is incredible.
Susato:
Wah... I feel like...like I'm dreaming.
Ryunosuke:
So this...is the capital of Great Britain... 
Man:
So...where to?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, hello!
Man:
Climb aboard. I'll take you wherever you want to go.
Susato:
In that case, um...the Supreme Court in Whitehall, if you wouldn't mind.
Man:
My pleasure. I suppose you're...visiting students from abroad, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Yes.
Man:
Thought so. Well then, I hope you enjoy your stay. And welcome...to the centre of the world: Great Britain's mighty capital, London!
18th February, 9:21 a.m.
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Ryunosuke:
These are the Scales of Justice. They're a symbol of the defence, aren't they?
Susato:
Yes, that's right. The scales are a symbol of fairness, to show that all are treated equally in the eyes of the law. And they're a warning to those who enter the courtroom without an impartial mind. 
Ryunosuke:
But if they're the mark of the defence... ...it would be more auspicious if they were weighing more heavily on the 'not guilty' side, I think. 
Susato:
......... Very impartial, I'm sure.
Inside of armband
Ryunosuke:
The lawyer's name is embroidered on the inside here, look. 'Kazuma Asogi'... This was his band, of course. 
Susato:
He had his heart set on this study tour in Great Britain. 
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure he would have found the truth he longed for here. (...But he lost his life before he even had the chance to see the place.)
Susato:
I have such a strong sense of his hopes and dreams when I look at this armband, though.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...What an incredible place!
Susato:
It's so...imposing. It's, it's almost suffocating...
Ryunosuke:
(This place is breathtaking...! It looks like a fortress!)
Susato:
There are some stone buildings like this in Japan now, of course. But they've only been built in the few short decades since we opened our borders to the outside world. An authentic example like this has quite a different impact, wouldn't you agree? A far cry from the wood and paper most of our buildings are constructed from. 
Ryunosuke:
It's certainly...unfamiliar... (...But I think there's more to the differences than just construction materials...) What is this place again...?
Susato:
This is the Lord Chief Justice's office, Naruhodo-san. In the Supreme Court of Great Britain.
Ryunosuke:
The Lord Chief Justice...
Susato:
We had instructions to report here at this time. If...circumstances were different... ...we were supposed to let the Lord Chief Justice know that we had arrived from Japan. 
Ryunosuke:
......... But Kazuma can't. 
Susato:
No... So instead, we are here in a different capacity. As envoys, to report the news of Kazuma-sama's death. 
Ryunosuke:
Yes...
Susato:
And having delivered his or her message, an envoy's duty is done. 
Ryunosuke:
(So...we'd have to return to Japan.)
Susato:
If we want to remain here in Great Britain...
Ryunosuke:
...I have to take Kazuma's place as the law student selected for the study tour. 
Susato:
Yes. Which means you need the requisite qualifications as a lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
Which is what I've been studying for. 
Susato:
Here in Great Britain, it is the Lord Chief Justice who appoints lawyers. So that's the second reason why we're here. To have you officially recognised as a lawyer. It's the only way that we'll be able to remain here in London. 
Ryunosuke:
......... (I hope I'm up to scratch...)
Ah, good morning. 
Sorry for keeping you. 
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
???:
I trust you aren't too exhausted after your long voyage from Japan? Hmph. It seems I'm one hour, twelve minutes and... forty-seven seconds late. My apologies. 
Ryunosuke:
Oh! No no. Don't mention it! We're never happier than when we're standing around with nothing much to do!
???:
...How fortunate. 
Stronghart:
So, introductions... I am Mael Stronghart, Lord Chief Justice of the British Empire. 
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... And I feel like a little mouse under an elephant's foot...)
Susato:
Come on, Mr Naruhodo! Don't be a mouse!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um... It's, it's an honour to meet you, Lord Chief Justice Stronghart! I'm Ryunosuke Naruhodo from the Empire of Japan!
Stronghart:
Well, Mr Naruhodo... Welcome to London! The capital of our glorious British Empire!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...yes... Thank you!
Examine
Bookshelves
Ryunosuke:
Just look at all the knotty books packed together on these shelves! They go from floor to ceiling!
Susato:
And they're all books that you couldn't hope to come by in Japan. It's like a dream!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...a very bad dream.
Susato:
They're not all about British law, either. There are books about the judicial systems of other Western nations. France, Germany, Spain, Holland...
Ryunosuke:
What about Russia?
Susato:
Why do you ask?
Ryunosuke:
I was wondering about asking the Lord Chief Justice how you say 'wardrobe' in Russian. What do you think?
Susato:
...I think, perhaps, it's a thought best abandoned.
Armor
Ryunosuke:
Look at these menacing metal giants facing each other across the room!
Susato:
I believe they're... Yes, they're suits of armour.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, right... I thought maybe they were like the lion-dogs we have in Japan guarding shrine gates.
Susato:
No, not at all. In fact, in Europe, suits of armour like these are always possessed by evil spirits, you know. And they roam around in the middle of the night.
Ryunosuke:
Really? ...Is there nothing you don't know, Miss Susato?
Susato:
This book tells me everything I need to know about everything. If you're ever unsure, just ask!
Ryunosuke:
(Where did she get that incredible tome?!)
Gears
Ryunosuke:
Is this...some kind of clock?
Susato:
Actually, I, I think we might be INSIDE some sort of giant clock. But those gears are larger than anything you'd find on a steam locomotive, even!
Ryunosuke:
It's...eerie. Do you think clocks are some sort of hobby of his? The Lord Chief Justice, I mean.
Susato:
Well, boys do enjoy fiddling around with machines, don't they?
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure you could 'fiddle' with cogs that size! And I'm certain you couldn't call him a 'boy'! (Still, it's amazing how little noise the cogs make, considering how large they are. There's actually something quite soothing about their precise rhythm...)
Chair or desk
Susato:
This must be the Lord Chief Justice's desk. I believe it's made of marble.
Ryunosuke:
It looks more like an over-the-top tombstone that's toppled over to me.
Susato:
I think that's your fanciful imagination at work again, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
It feels like everything that's normally made of wood and paper at home... ...is made of bricks and stone here.
Susato:
I know. That's why this place feels so overbearing, I'm sure.
Converse
London
Stronghart:
So...what are your impressions of our capital so far? How do you like London?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um, well...erm... (Help! I've been so nervous ever since I got here that I can't remember a single thing about the city!)
Susato:
It's simply splendid! ...Isn't it, Mr Naruhodo?
Stronghart:
Oh?
Susato:
We had a wonderful view of some of London's streets from the carriage on the way here from the station. Everything is so...impressive and...grand! I must say I'm almost lost for words. 
Stronghart:
I'm glad to hear you like it. The city boasts tramways, piped water and gas - even cables supplying electricity. We spearhead every revolutionary new technology in the world. Every visitor to London is astounded. 
Susato:
Oh yes! Astounded is the word!
Ryunosuke:
(Thanks for saving me there, Susato-san...)
Susato:
And everyone seems so jolly and full of vigour!
Stronghart:
Yes. There's much excitement about the upcoming Great Exhibition we will be hosting here in London. 
Ryunosuke:
Great Exhibition...?
Stronghart:
Cultural and technological achievements from around the globe are to be exhibited here in our great city. It will be the greatest spectacle of its kind in history. ...And will make Paris's World Fair look like a toy shop!
Susato:
Gosh! I can hardly imagine how magnificent it's going to be!
Stronghart:
Great Britain's capital city is nothing but magnificent! London is the centre of the modern world!
Ryunosuke:
(Even if you do say so yourself...)
Stronghart:
The sun will never set on our great empire! Perhaps it is fate that in these progressive times, we welcome visitors from the Land of the Rising Sun.
Law student
Ryunosuke:
Um...Lord Chief Justice... ...I think you were expecting a student of law for this study tour, weren't you?
Stronghart:
......... Absolutely. A Mr Kazuma Asogi, if my memory serves. 
Ryunosuke:
That's right. 
Stronghart:
The British government has already been telegraphed a full report on the situation. I understand the young man lost his life aboard the steamship bound for our shores. 
Ryunosuke:
(That's amazing! The news reached him before we even arrived...)
Stronghart:
...My country naturally extends its deepest condolences to yours. 
Ryunosuke:
Oh...thank you. 
Stronghart:
And you honoured this appointment specifically to inform me of the news?
Susato:
...Yes. We are here in the capacity of envoys from Japan to report the sad news in person. 
Stronghart:
They tell me you Japanese are a people of protocol and courtesy, and I see that it's true. ...And it is with some regret that I must inform you... ...that the death of the young lawyer means this study tour arrangement can no longer proceed. 
Susato:
If you would just hear us out, Lord Stronghart. 
Stronghart:
...What do you have to say, madam?
Susato:
It's about the study tour... Mr Naruhodo here would like to make a proposal. 
Stronghart:
Would he now? Well, Mr Naruhodo...?
Ryunosuke:
(This is it, then. The moment of truth...)
Continuing the study tour (appears after "Law student")
Ryunosuke:
The thing is, Lord Justice, erm... Lord Stronghart... I was wondering if perhaps you would consider allowing the study tour to go ahead?
Stronghart:
...Don't misunderstand me. Britain would ideally like to see the tour go ahead. But without a lawyer from your country, there's nothing to be done. 
Ryunosuke:
Well, in that case... ...what if there was someone else? Another lawyer from Japan, I mean. 
Stronghart:
......... ...Is there something I don't know?
Ryunosuke:
Um...
Stronghart:
Only a single lawyer was invited to Great Britain from your country. And that was Mr Asogi. ...At least, that is what I've been led to understand. 
Ryunosuke:
Well, um, the thing is... (This really isn't going well at all. I just can't seem to find the right words to say to this man!)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(I could ruin things here if I'm not careful! What am I going to say?) ...If there is someone else here from Japan who could be described as a lawyer, it's...
Actually, there's no one!
Ryunosuke:
(It's only been forty days since Kazuma died. And yes, I've studied as hard as I possibly could. But can I really stand before this terrifying man and claim that I can do the job?) Sorry. I, I don't know what I was thinking. Of course only one lawyer...
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, but I'm not sure if I can stand before this terrifying woman and claim that I can't! I'll end up upside-down on the floor if I do that. ......... Not that I'm scared of a Susato Takedown, obviously. But still, perhaps I should change my answer...) 
Leads to:
"It's me. I can do it!"
It's Miss Susato!
Ryunosuke:
It...can probably only be... Yes! Miss Susato!
Stronghart:
.........
Susato:
.........
Stronghart:
An unusual introduction. But I presume you mean this charming lady besides you. You're a lawyer, are you?
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(That look she's giving me... After all the days of hard work she put in to help me study... ...I can't let her down now!) I, I think that's quite enough joking...don't you, Lord Stronghart? My real answer is...
Leads to:
"It's me. I can do it!"
It's me!
Leads to:
"It's me. I can do it!"
Ryunosuke:
It's me. I can do it!
Stronghart:
...Is that so?
Ryunosuke:
......... I mean, I don't actually have any qualifications as such, but... 
Stronghart:
No qualifications, you say? And yet you still claim to be a lawyer?
Ryunosuke:
I, I have acted as a lawyer in court before! ...Only once, as it happens. (And I had Kazuma to help me AND I was the accused! But glossing over the details...)
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I've been spending every spare moment on the journey here to Great Britain studying. I've learnt all about British law and court proceedings while I was on board the SS Burya. 
Stronghart:
The voyage from Japan is some fifty days, I believe. Not what you might call a full education. To become a qualified lawyer here in Britain... ...not only do  you need a university degree in law, you must also complete several years of training. 
Ryunosuke:
I realise it's far too short a period of time. But...I can't just go back to Japan.
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma- Mr Asogi's journey had only just begun! Coming here on this study tour was all he thought about! I have to carry on and do everything he planned to do!
Stronghart:
...!
Ryunosuke:
I know it must sound like I have an overly inflated opinion of myself. But I would do anything to prove that I have what it takes. Any test you care to set me. Just one chance... That's all I'm asking for. Please!
Stronghart:
......... Hm, thirty-one seconds.
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry?
Stronghart:
Your opening statement there, Mr Naruhodo. It was thirty-one seconds long. Not too brief, not too protracted. A perfectly judged appeal, I would say. ...Which is a skill that would stand you in good stead as a lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Thanks.
Stronghart:
So, you're willing to put those words to trial, are you? Well, I'm all for entertainment.
Ryunosuke:
Huh...?
Stronghart:
But let me ask you one thing first...sir.
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes...?
Stronghart:
You say you intend to do everything Mr Asogi planned to do. ...Are you firmly set on that path?
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes. That's my intention.
Stronghart:
I see...
Ryunosuke:
(Am I imagining things... ...or did his expression just alter a fraction there all of a sudden?)
Stronghart:
...Very well. You have your wish. I'll give you a chance. A test to become a specially certified lawyer. Whether you pass or fail is entirely down to you. 
Ryunosuke:
Really?!
Changes "Continuing the study tour" Converse option to "Test"
Test
Ryunosuke:
So...what form will the test take exactly?
Stronghart:
Tell me, Mr Naruhodo, what do you consider the role of a lawyer to be?
Ryunosuke:
Well, defending people, of course.
Stronghart:
Well said. So...let's have you defend someone.
Ryunosuke:
...Huh?
Stronghart:
Your timing is perfect, in fact. There's an apt trial about to begin later today. No advocate has been appointed for the defence as yet, so this will be welcome news. 
Ryunosuke:
T-Today...?
Susato:
Straight away...?
Stronghart:
If you manage to secure a verdict of not guilty, you'll have passed my test. What could be simpler?
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...how do I get myself into these situations?)
Susato:
Well, could I ask...what sort of trial is it, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
Hm, yes, good question. ...Ah, I remember. It's a murder trial.
Susato:
A murder?!
Stronghart:
An extremely simple case, I understand. You really can't lose.
Ryunosuke:
(That's easy to say...)
Stronghart:
But I should mention, just in case... ...if the defendant is found guilty, he will of course be sentenced to capital punishment.
Ryunosuke:
Capital punishment?! (He'll, he'll be put to death?!)
Stronghart:
Here in Great Britain, murderers are sent to the gallows without exception. Presumably you read that much in your short sea-based introduction to British law?
Susato:
We, we can't possibly agree to such a test! We would be toying...with a man's life!
Stronghart:
I am the Lord Chief Justice. And I've decided it's acceptable.
Ryunosuke:
But... (You can't do that! ...Can you?)
Stronghart:
There's not need to overcomplicate this. All you have to do is ensure that you don't lose.
Ryunosuke:
......... (So the defendant may live or die depending on how well I perform in court? If I lose... ...he'll be hanged...)
Stronghart:
Mr Naruhodo! You've come to me claiming to be a lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
If you want me to take you seriously, you need to prove you're willing to do a lawyer's job. And you say you intend to see through the will of your compatriot, Mr Asogi. ...I would like to understand just how far you're willing to go in order to make that happen.
Ryunosuke:
(He's testing my resolve...)
Stronghart:
...What's the matter? You've fallen silent. I'm sorry, but time is pressing. The trial begins shorty. I need an answer from you now. ...What's it to be?
Ryunosuke:
......... (...What do I say? Do I agree to this absurd test?)
I'll do it
Leads to:
"Alright then, if I have to give you a decision now, my answer is...is..."
I won't do it
Leads to:
"Alright then, if I have to give you a decision now, my answer is...is..."
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, if I have to give you a decision now, my answer is...is... (I can't do it! I can't get the words out!)
Stronghart:
...Fifteen seconds. Hm, your decision making needs work if you want to be a lawyer. That was too slow.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
So, it's as I suspected, is it?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Stronghart:
You have noble intentions, but lack the resolve to see them through.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Stronghart:
The test is cancelled. Thank you for stopping by. Go and acquire your ticket for passage back to the East tomorrow. This conversation is over.
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, Lord Stronghart. Thank you for offering me a chance.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry, Miss Susato. But what could I do?
Susato:
It's alright. I understand.
Ryunosuke:
You do?
Susato:
It's not an easy decision to choose whether to defend a man in these circumstances. But resolve has absolutely nothing to do with it.
Stronghart:
...What are you trying to say, madam?
Ryunosuke:
......... I think what Miss Susato means... ...is that no matter how badly I'd like to be recognised as a lawyer and stay here in Great Britain... ...to risk another man's life by treating his one and only chance at a trial so trivially... ...would be utterly unforgivable! And I feel exactly the same way.
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure the defendant won't see this trial as a test. As some kind of experiment.
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
A lawyer may fight for his clients in court day after day. But for each one of those clients... ...the particular day they stand in the dock may be the only chance they have to fight to prove their innocence. No, I was wrong. I'm not qualified to do that job yet. I'm sorry for wasting your precious time, Lord Chief Justice.
Leads to:
"Wait, Mr Naruhodo."
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart, may I show you this?
Stronghart:
To accept this item, issue a receipt, examine it thoroughly and make a formal statement of my findings... ...would require something in the region of twenty-four seconds of my time.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Stronghart:
Does the item warrant twenty-four seconds of my time, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
...Let's leave it for now.
Stronghart:
Wait, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Was there something else?
Stronghart:
It's approximately twenty minutes by carriage to the Old Bailey from here. If you leave immediately, you should still be there in time.
Ryunosuke:
But, but I just said that...
Stronghart:
I was quite serious in what I told you. The defendant in this case has literally no one to advocate for him.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Stronghart:
At this point, he can't hope to find someone to represent him. The trial will begin without a defence. And if that happens, there's only one possible outcome. He will receive the most severe sentence the judge can pass down.
Ryunosuke:
But that's awful!
Stronghart:
But that is the truth.
Susato:
Why does it have to be like this?
Stronghart:
......... Please don't expect an answer to every question.
Susato:
...!
Stronghart:
The cold, hard truth of the matter... ...is that there is only one person now with a chance to save this man from a very miserable end. And that is you.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I'm really his only hope?)
Stronghart:
So... ...what do you say now, madam?
Susato:
Me? What do you mean, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
You said it wasn't an easy decision to choose whether to defend a man in these circumstances. And I agree. But in my estimation...it is purely and simply a matter of resolve.
Susato:
Oh!
Stronghart:
Our time is up here. I have a meeting to attend. I must leave in two minutes and sixteen seconds. So! Venture into our great city and enjoy yourselves!
Susato:
He's gone...
Ryunosuke:
Hm, the Old Bailey...
Susato:
If we're going to do this, Mr Naruhodo, we must leave at once!
Examine
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato, can I just ask you something?
Susato:
Careful! From this position, I can perform a Susato Takedown in an instant. 
Ryunosuke:
...I know.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, you heard Lord Stronghart. The trial starts imminently. If I need to throw you, I will!
Ryunosuke:
(You know, you could just say, 'I think we should hurry to the courtroom.')
Susato:
If you need to ask me anything, it had better wait until we're at the Old Bailey.
Converse
What to do
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato, can I just ask you something?
Susato:
Careful! From this position, I can perform a Susato Takedown in an instant. 
Ryunosuke:
...I know.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, you heard Lord Stronghart. The trial starts imminently. If I need to throw you, I will!
Ryunosuke:
(You know, you could just say, 'I think we should hurry to the courtroom.')
Susato:
If you need to ask me anything, it had better wait until we're at the Old Bailey.
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato, can I just ask you something?
Susato:
Careful! From this position, I can perform a Susato Takedown in an instant. 
Ryunosuke:
...I know.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, you heard Lord Stronghart. The trial starts imminently. If I need to throw you, I will!
Ryunosuke:
(You know, you could just say, 'I think we should hurry to the courtroom.')
Susato:
If you need to ask me anything, it had better wait until we're at the Old Bailey.
18th February, 9:45 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Susato:
Oh, thank goodness, we're in time. There's still fifteen minutes until the trial begins. 
Ryunosuke:
I never knew a horse-drawn carriage could go so fast! I thought my teeth were going to rattle loose!
Susato:
Did you hear what I said to the driver when we climbed aboard? 'Get us to our destination in five minutes, driver, and there's a guinea in it for you!' It's one of my favourite lines from the Herlock Sholmes stories! And it worked quite perfectly!
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure why you're so pleased. I thought we were going to die, AND we had to pay gold for the privilege.
Susato:
Well, at least we arrived here before the trial started. 
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I suppose there's that.
Susato:
Anyway, I don't understand it. The court clerk said the defendant should be here... ...but there's no sign of him at all.
Ryunosuke:
(So this is the Old Bailey... Even this room for defendants to wait in is grand.)
Susato:
Are you alright, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I'm feeling tense, that's all. This place gives me the same sense of foreboding that I remember from the Supreme Court in Japan. An oppresive air... Almost as if the building itself is going to crush whoever is about to be sentenced. (It feels like only yesterday that I was the one about to be crushed...)
Susato:
Yes, whoever the man you're to defend is, I imagine he's feeling very alone at this moment...
???:
...Top of the mornin' to ya, madam! ...Sir. What are youse doin', followin' me here? Tings are fair desperate, are they?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
???:
Would ya look at those expressionless faces. From the East, are youse?
Ryunosuke:
Um...we're from Japan, yes.
???:
Ah, Japan, is it? Right, say no more! So? How much do youse need?
Ryunosuke:
No no, we're here because-
???:
No need to explain, fella. I've been there meself, so I have. No place to go! Nuttin' to eat! Barely a penny to your name! And all while in a strange, faraway land!
Ryunosuke:
Well, actually... Haah... We haven't found a place to stay yet, no. 
???:
'Tis grand, 'tis grand! Let me start by givin' youse a thousand guineas. Say nuttin' now!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Susato:
A, a thousand guineas?!
Ryunosuke:
Please, Miss Susato! You don't have to shout.
Susato:
But a thousand guineas is... ...is enough to build an entire mansion in the most prestigious area of Tokyo!
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
???:
'Tis nuttin' to me at all. I like to ensure I have sufficient funds to weather a rainy day, you see. I've enough wealth to buy the city of London two or three times over. 
Ryunosuke:
(...Could that much rain even fall in one day?) Well even so, we couldn't possibly accept such a large sum of money... Agh! (That hit me in the eye!)
???:
...Don't get me wrong, fella. I'm not givin' it ya 'no strings attached'. I'll be wantin' you to do sometin' for me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
???:
To be honest, 'tis a little embarrassin'. The trial that's about to begin, you see, is for me good self here. I'll be in the dock. 
Ryunosuke:
...!
???:
So now, what I want you to do... ...is come along with me and stand there beside me. Officially, you'd be my lawyer, but...that's just a little detail now. 
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, the thing is-
???:
Don't worry about a ting! All you have to do, is stand up there next to me. Nuttin' more. Otherwise, you see... ...the trial is goin' to start without me havin' any kind of representation at all!
Ryunosuke:
(So it was true. The Lord Chief Justice wasn't just making it all up.)
Susato:
Um...I'm terribly sorry to have to ask, but... ...does that mean you're the defendant in this trial?
???:
......... Blusterin' blazes! Do youse...? Do youse not know I am? Me? One of London's biggest names?
Ryunosuke:
No. Sorry. We've only just arrived in the city, you see. 
???:
Hm...I see... I s'pose it isn't altogether impossible. Well, just next to Hyde Park there in the centre of London is another beautiful park. 
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? A park? What?
???:
'Tis called McGilded Park. Full of blossomin' flowers in the spring and singin' birds and whatnot. I donated it to the city, so I did!
Susato:
An, an entire park? In central London?!
???:
'A city of smiles', that's my vision for London. 
McGilded:
There's nuttin' Magnus McGilded wouldn't do for the city and its quare old people!
Ryunosuke:
That's...amazing. I mean, really extraordinary!
McGilded:
Ah, but! Now they've the gall to say I'm a good-for-nuttin' criminal! Me! Magnus McGilded! What is the matter with the London police, I ask ya? Hahh...hahh...hahh...
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, don't pass out...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... Perhaps now would be a good time to introduce ourselves, while the gentleman catches his breath. 
Ryunosuke:
Good idea.
McGilded:
Hahh...hahh...hahh...
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr McGilded, the thing is... ...we're actually here in London to study British law. We're law students, on a study tour from Japan, you see. 
McGilded:
Hahh...hahh...hahh...
Ryunosuke:
So...if you don't have a lawyer for the trial yet... ...and you'd be happy to put yourself in our hands, we'll do our best-
McGilded:
What was I after sayin', you daft eejit? I've given you a thousand guineas to stand up there next to me, haven't I?
Ryunosuke:
(Well yes, but I wasn't really offering to just 'stand up there next to you'...)
McGilded:
......... Oh, I tink I see what's goin' on here. 
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
McGilded:
I know what you're tinkin'. 'This chancer of a fella claims to have more money than the Queen. But if that's true, why the blazes can't he hire the finest lawyer in all of England? Because he did it! That's the only explanation!' ...Well?
Ryunosuke:
Um, well...
Exactly
Ryunosuke:
...Yes! Exactly! 
McGilded:
What now?!
Ryunosuke:
Well, like you said, if you have all that money but you don't have anyone to represent you in court... ...there's no other logical conclusion than that you're guilty of the charges. 
McGilded:
.........
Susato:
.........
McGilded:
Well, you call a spade a spade in the East, so you do!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! I'm, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any offence! I still can't express myself very well in English, you see. And I'm never sure what's acceptable to say and what isn't, so...
McGilded:
Is that so? Because you sounded fluent enough when you were tellin' me what a blackguard I must be. 
Ryunosuke:
Errrm... I'm terribly sorry. 
McGilded:
Wah hah hah hah hah! I can't say that I blame ya for tinkin' it, fella! 
Ryunosuke:
It, it is a little strange, to be honest. 
Leads to:
"Why you don't have a lawyer, I mean."
Not at all
Ryunosuke:
Not at all! ...Although, it is a little strange, to be honest.
Leads to:
"Why you don't have a lawyer, I mean."
Ryunosuke:
Why you don't have a lawyer, I mean.
McGilded:
......... That would be the fault of the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? (Did he just say, 'reaper'?)
McGilded:
Aye, the Grim Reaper of the Bailey, Lord Barok van Zieks. He's the prosecutor.
Susato:
The prosecutor...is the Grim Reaper?
McGilded:
When van Zieks stands for the prosecution, they call the accused his 'sacrificial lambs'. 
Ryunosuke:
...!
McGilded:
And to this day... ...in every single trial in which he's been the prosecutor... ...the accused has been damned!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
McGilded:
So it's reached the desperate situation... ...where there's no one willin' to stand in defence against the fella at all. You could say he's a living legend of the Old Bailey. 
Susato:
Goodness... Lord Barok van Zieks... He must be an exceptionally talented prosecutor then. 
McGilded:
......... Talented isn't the word you're lookin' for, madam. ...It's 'cursed'.
Ryunosuke:
Cursed?! (What on earth...?)
Bailiff:
The defendant is summoned! And his counsel! Please make your way into the courtroom. The trial is about to begin!
Ryunosuke:
His counsel... (That would be me!)
McGilded:
Oh, 'tis time! Well then, fella, don't let me down! 
Ryunosuke:
But... But I don't know anything about the case! You haven't told me what happened!
McGilded:
......... Until you showed yer face here... ...I'd made up me mind, so I had. 
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
McGilded:
I'd decided I'd have to defend meself in there!
Ryunosuke:
...! (How would that have worked?)
McGilded:
But then you made an appearance. A student of law, wouldn't ya know? 'Tis no accident, I can assure ya of that. 'Tis fate. So don't get cold feet now. Please. 
Ryunosuke:
......... (I literally know nothing about the case, or about this man who stands accused. In fact, the only thing I do know... ...is that I can't just turn my back on him.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
The man has no one. He'll have to stand alone in that courtroom, armed with nothing to defend himself. Yes... Something that Kazuma would never have allowed to happen. 
Susato:
...!
Bailiff:
Counsel for the Defence! What are you doing? If you're late for the start of the trial, you will lose your right to stand!
Ryunosuke:
......... I'll be right there.(It's happening, then. My first trial in a British court. I hope you're watching over me, Kazuma... ...because I have no idea how I'm going to manage this!)
18th February, 10:00 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Ryunosuke:
So this is the highest court in Great Britain... The Old Bailey... The centuries of history in this place is [sic] palpable, isn't it? It's so different to the Supreme Court in Japan. 
Susato:
...It feels both imposing and serene at the same time. The atmosphere almost makes words redundant. Whatever the country, determining a person's guilt or innocence is always a solemn affair. May I say something, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes, what?
Susato:
Your eyes look ready to pop out of your head again. 
Ryunosuke:
I know, but I just can't help it...
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session. We are here today to determine the guilt or innocence of Mr Magnus McGilded. I now call upon the counsels for the prosecution and defence to declare their willingness to proceed. 
Van Zieks:
The prosecution...is fully prepared. 
Ryunosuke:
(That must be the Reaper of the Bailey... He...really does look fully prepared to dispatch his next poor victim to the underworld...)
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence, you appear to be...Eastern. Do you speak English?
Ryunosuke:
Huh? Oh! Yes, of course! Sorry. (But he asked if the defence was ready. And I couldn't be further from ready if I tried...)
Van Zieks:
Those eyes please me. ...Nipponese. 
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
They shroud your fear, your doubt, your trepidation... They run wild, clinging to some phantom notion of courage. The quintessential look...of a sacrificial lamb. 
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... A cold shiver just ran down my spine all the way to the tips of my toes...)
Judge:
......... Now, Mr McGilded...
McGilded:
Yes, My Lord?
Judge:
You stand accused of murder. A capital offence. You could be sent to the gallows if found guilty. Are you quite sure you wish to entrust your defence to this...foreigner?
McGilded:
......... As I've always said, My Lord, 'tis a grand ting to give opportunities to the young. Even if the fella is a student from some little island off in the Far East. Is it not the British way to ignore the dangers to yeself and give those less fortunate a fair chance? I'd like to tink that acts of chivalry do the great British Empire proud. 
Listen to Mr McGilded!What a fine gentleman London has in him!Did you hear that he donated five thousand pounds to the government the other day?Mother, please may we go and play in McGilded Park?
Susato:
It seems as though everyone in the public gallery is firmly behind Mr McGilded. 
Ryunosuke:
That's definitely welcome news. And he certainly has a way with words. I'm surprised he couldn't convince anyone to defend him. 
Judge:
Eloquently put, Mr McGilded. And most laudable sentiments. Now... ...ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I'm sure I need hardly remind you... ...that you six members of the public have been selected for your impartiality. Are you ready to proceed?
Juror No. 1:
Yes, My Lord! If the task is to send rotters to the gallows where they belong, I'm more than ready!
Juror No. 2:
At the manor, His Lordship always says we should dispose of rubbish promptly. Naturally, I agree. 
Juror No. 3:
Hah! Any criminals here will soon be wishing they never set eyes on me!
Juror No. 5:
...I feel a chill. 
Juror No. 6:
Oh, don't mind me, my dears! I'll just be getting on with my knitting. Must finish these mitts for my grandson. 
Susato:
Ah, Mr Naruhodo, those people are...
Ryunosuke:
The jury. Yes... That's something we don't have in Japan yet. 
Susato:
That's right. I've only ever read about it. But here in Great Britain, the court's final verdict depends on the opinions of these six jurors. The judge passes sentence according to the law, but the jurors determine guilt based on common sense. So the defendant is ultimately judged from two completely different points of view. 
Ryunosuke:
But how exactly do the jurors give their verdict?
Susato:
That I don't know. But... ...I'm sure it will become clear as the trial progresses. 
Ryunosuke:
Yes...
Judge:
Prosecutor van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
My Lord?
Judge:
It's been a number of years since we've seen you here in the courtroom. I thought you'd renounced your fame. 
Van Zieks:
I'm known as the Reaper of the Bailey, My Lord. ...Infamy rather than fame, I would say. But yes, five years have passed since I last...spread my wings in this capacity. 
Judge:
So, what brings you back? Is there some change of circumstance of which the court should be aware?
Van Zieks:
......... I leave that to your imagination...My Lord. 
Ryunosuke:
(So the 'Reaper' has been out of action for five years... Why did he have to choose today of all days to make a comeback?!)
Susato:
Don't lose heart! Mr Naruhodo!
Judge:
...As you wish, sir. The court nevertheless welcomes your return. Now then, opening statements, I think. A summary of the case, if you please. 
Van Zieks:
Certainly, My Lord. As Your Lordship is aware, this is a case of overwhelming simplicity. 
Ryunosuke:
(We must be the only ones in here who aren't aware.)
Van Zieks:
The incident took place in the late evening, three days past. The hour was some minutes after ten. The victim was a maker of building bricks known in the community as 'Thrice-Fired' Mason. 
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? 'Thrice...'?
Judge:
He was a very accomplished craftsman. The bricks he fired were said to be almost indestructible. 
Van Zieks:
The victim's corpse was discovered in an omnibus in service on the streets of London at the time. A dagger that had been thrust into the victim's abdomen is believed to be the ultimate cause of death. Here is the autopsy report from the investigating medical officer at Scotland Yard. 
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. I shall accept that and the photograph as evidence. 
The autopsy report has been entered into the Court Record.
The photograph of the crime scene has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
And one further item of evidence... The prosecution wishes to submit these as well. 
Judge:
And these are...? Good Lord! Is that blood, Counsel?!
Van Zieks:
Yes, My Lord. Seized by a policeman who arrived at the scene... ...these gore-soaked gloves...were taken from the hands of the accused when he was arrested. 
Ryunosuke:
What?! (Mr McGilded's gloves...had blood on them?!)
Judge:
Yes, I will accept these as evidence as well. 
The defendant's leather gloves have been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(How did I get into this? I'm backed into a corner before I've even started...)
Examine evidence
Defendant's Leather Gloves
Bloodstain on seat
Ryunosuke:
This is definitely...blood, isn't it? Not the most pleasant sight to be confronted with on our first day in London.
Susato:
Well, nothing will come of grumbling now.
Ryunosuke:
No. ...By the way, is Mr McGilded right-handed?
Susato:
Yes, I believe so. He was toying with a coin in his right hand a little earlier.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...pity. If only he'd been left-handed.
Susato:
I think blood on either glove would be fairly incriminating, really.
Van Zieks:
Continuing... According to the driver of the omnibus... ...there were only two passengers travelling inside his vehicle at the time. 
Ryunosuke:
Only two?
Van Zieks:
Obviously, one of those passengers was the deceased brickmaker, Mr Mason. The other... ...was the accused, Magnus McGilded!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Judge:
Hm, well... Rather damning circumstances, to say the least. Defendant, what say you?
McGilded:
......... Well of course, I have no recollection of such a ting. 
Ryunosuke:
Mr McGilded! 
McGilded:
To be sure, I rode the omnibus that evenin'. But whenever I'm in a carriage, I'm taken with a fierce tiredness, and I always succumb to it. 
Judge:
Are you claiming to have been asleep? 
McGilded:
'Tis the motion of the carriage, My Lord. Liltin', so it is. And when I opened my eyes again... ...'twas a desperate sight before me. The body of a man I'd never laid eyes on before in me life. 
Judge:
Hm...
McGilded:
Now I ask youse, what good-hearted soul wouldn't rush to help a fella bleedin' from his stomach? I wasn't about to start worryin' about me gloves now, was I? I reached out to give the man a hand. 
Ryunosuke:
(So the blood got onto the gloves then, after the man had been killed...)
Van Zieks:
Unfortunately... ...that statement of the driver's is only the beginning. 
Ryunosuke:
What?! (That's not all of it?) 
Van Zieks:
There were multiple witnesses... ...to the precise moment at which the brickmaker was fatally stabbed! 
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! 
Van Zieks:
When the killing took place, the victim and the accused were inside the carriage. And there were witnesses to the crime. This is not just a case of compelling evidence... ...it's the nail in the coffin  for the accused. 
Ryunosuke:
...! 
Judge:
Hm... Thank you, Counsel. The circumstances of the crime have been made quite clear. I think we will hear testimony from these witnesses first of all. 
Van Zieks:
...Your wish is my command. Bailiff! Bring the witnesses in at once! 
Van Zieks:
Witnesses. Your names and occupations. 
Beppo:
My name is... Well, everyone calls me Beppo. I, I drive an omnibus in the East End. 
Fairplay:
Bruce Fairplay. I'm a banker in the city. 
Furst:
My name's Furst. Lay D. Furst. I, um...make hats for gents. 
Van Zieks:
Let's begin by confirming the facts: Three days ago, at a short time after ten o'clock in the evening... ...all of you present in the stand were in an omnibus and witness to the aforementioned incident. Is that correct?
Beppo:
Yes, sir!
Fairplay:
Quite right. 
Furst:
Yes, sir, that's right, sir. 
Judge:
Very well then, let's proceed to your formal testimonies, please. Each of you will tell the court precisely what you saw!
Witness Testimony
- What the Witnesses Saw -
Beppo:
It, it was the last bus of the evening, so I had few customers. I remember it well. 
Fairplay:
The victim and the man accused of killing him were sat next to each other inside the bus.
Then out of the blue, the accused just reached over and plunged a knife right into his guts!
Furst:
That's right. He stabbed him! I screamed, I did! Couldn't help it. 
Beppo:
As soon as I heard the scream, I stopped my bus. And, and then I saw it, too!
Judge:
Hm... Unambiguous testimony, I must say. 
Van Zieks:
Exactly, My Lord. These men witnessed the incident in the omnibus with their own eyes. 
Ryunosuke:
......... Um...I'd like to ask a question, if I may?
Judge:
Yes, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Well, this testimony... ...makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. 
Van Zieks:
...Why not?
Ryunosuke:
Well...the incident took place inside a moving carriage, didn't it?
Van Zieks:
As has been clearly stated from the outset, yes. 
Ryunosuke:
Well in that case... ...how could those two witnesses possibly have seen what happened?! There's no way they could have seen the inside of the moving carriage!
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
.........
.........
Van Zieks:
How...quaint. I'd read that civilisation in the Eastern island nations was a good century behind our own. But you're here in London yourself. Are you really so ignorant about our omnibuses? 
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Van Zieks:
Tell me, my Nipponese friend... Have you even travelled in an omnibus?
Ryunosuke:
......... Well...no... We, um...only arrived in London this morning. 
Van Zieks:
No matter. I've arranged for us all to see for ourselves. The actual scene of the crime, that is. 
Ryunosuke:
What...do you mean...? (The actual scene? How?)
Van Zieks:
A carriage is designed to be moved, after all. ...Presumably you understand that much?
Ryunosuke:
Um, yes... 
Van Zieks:
The omnibus in which this bloody crime took place is here today, in this very building. 
Ryunosuke:
Here...? WHAT?! The, the entire carriage?! 
Van Zieks:
Bailiff! Bring forth the stricken omnibus! 
Ryunosuke:
So that's an omnibus... THE omnibus... (I can't believe they could bring something so enormous in here. Great Britain's courtrooms are amazing.)
Van Zieks:
As you can see, the omnibus is pulled by two horses, and can carry up to eight passengers. Four passengers seated inside in the enclosed cabin, and another four on the rooftop deck above. Every Londoner knows... ...that the best views of the city's architecture and sights are to be had from the top of an omnibus. And I should point out to our foreign guests... ...that there is a skylight in the roof, allowing a view of the interior from the seats above. 
Ryunosuke:
Ah, a skylight... ...Oh! 
Van Zieks:
The penny drops at last, I see. These two gentlemen were occupying the rooftop seats on this omnibus when the murder took place. That is how they came to witness the grim incident. Through the skylight. 
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... That makes perfect sense...)
Judge:
Well, Counsel, this is a first. In all my years behind the bench, I've never experienced the crime scene itself being brought into the courtroom!
Van Zieks:
There are a number of important clues remaining inside the carriage, My Lord. I would like to submit the omnibus itself as evidence. ...That is the prosecution's wish. 
Judge:
Very well, I see no reason why not. This omnibus is hereby formally accepted as evidence. 
The omnibus has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
I can't believe it! The entire crime scene entered as evidence?!
Examine evidence
Omnibus
Door
Susato:
...Well, let's open the door and go inside, shall we?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... The scene of a murder... It's horrible...
Bloodstain
Ryunosuke:
That's blood that's soaked into the seat. The victim's obviously.
Susato:
Yes. And that seat would be clearly visible from the roof deck.
Ryunosuke:
Would you really stab somebody in full view of the other passengers like that, I wonder...
Susato:
Well, it was after dark. And there was a lamp on in here, so perhaps the culprit couldn't see anything outside through the skylight.
Ryunosuke:
(Whichever way you look at it, it doesn't seem like it was a planned attack.)
Notice or poster
Ryunosuke:
Ah, that's a poster for the Great Exhibition that's due to start six months from now. There's a lot of focus being drawn to the Crystal Tower, the centrepiece of the whole exposition.
Susato:
Ooh, the Crystal Tower... It's under construction already, I believe. People all over London must be fizzing with excitement at the prospect of such a grand event!
Skylight
Ryunosuke:
It's quite a large skylight, isn't it?
Susato:
Yes, quite large enough to afford a good view into the cabin from the roof deck.
Ryunosuke:
And there doesn't appear to be a handle or catch of any description... So I suppose it can't be opened from inside the cabin at least.
Empty seats
Ryunosuke:
This seat looks reasonably soft, but it's actually rather hard when you sit on it. And only just wide enough for two gentlemen to sit side by side, really.
Susato:
Of course, an English gentlewoman would be dressed in such finery... ...it would be quite impossible for her to climb up to the roof deck, so she would have to be seated in here.
Ryunosuke:
A woman in a kimono would have the same problem. ...Women's clothes are very impractical, aren't they?
Handle under seat
Ryunosuke:
(This seat has a handle, it seems...)
Storage space
Ryunosuke:
This looks like all sorts of equipment that might be needed to keep the omnibus running.
Susato:
Feeding tubs, tools to repair wheels, blankets, horse-shoeing tools... So it's a storage compartment for the coachman to keep his things, it seems.
Ryunosuke:
There doesn't seem to be any space for passengers to stow their luggage, that's for sure.
Susato:
Well...I don't imagine it would be very convenient for that purpose anyway.
Door
Susato:
Have you seen enough? Let's step back outside then.
Bench on roof
Susato:
So this is the roof deck of the omnibus. Oh, you must have a wonderful view of London's streets from up here.
Ryunosuke:
So people sit all the way up here on bitter winter nights with the cold air rushing past them? And they have to pay money to do so?
Susato:
Brrr...I can't imagine how cold it must feel!
Ryunosuke:
That...just made me think of something horrible. Can you imagine being dragged around the city in the freezing cold as a punishment?
Susato:
...Perhaps that is the real price you pay to stay out late.
Skylight
Ryunosuke:
You can certainly see inside the carriage through this opening, that's for sure.
Susato:
Yes, and there's a lamp in the enclosed cabin. So I'm sure the witnesses would have been able to see quite clearly.
Ryunosuke:
(That's not good for me...)
Susato:
Yes! Great Britain is simply extraordinary!
Ryunosuke:
(I could help myself a lot by giving that omnibus a thorough examination, seeing as it's here.)
Judge:
Let us continue with proceedings, then. Your cross-examination, Counsel. 
Van Zieks:
Hmph. Pray don't expect this Nipponese stray to understand the intricacies of a British court's cross-examination rites. 
Ryunosuke:
(Alright... My first cross-examination in a British court... Focus, Ryunosuke... Focus!)
Cross-Examination
- What the Witnesses Saw -
Beppo:
It, it was the last bus of the evening, so I had few customers. I remember it well. 
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I think it was some time after ten, wasn't it?
Beppo:
Oh, yes, sir, that's, that's right, sir. Yes. Ever so cold, it was, sir. F-Freezing in fact.
Ryunosuke:
And you had four passengers on board at the time. Is that correct?
Beppo:
Yes, yes, that's right, sir. Not all travelling in the same parts of the b-b-bus, of course, though. No.
Judge:
And there were no other passengers when the incident took place? No one alighted, for example?
Beppo:
You're quite right with that, sir. No other passengers like that, no. None.
Ryunosuke:
(So nobody fled the scene of the crime, then.) 
Beppo:
I have to say, the boss insists on it running, he does. Every evening. That last b-b-bus of the day. But I, I do wonder sometimes if it's altogether worthwhile. Yes, s-s-sorry to say...
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by that?
Beppo:
Well, what with it being so cold and everything, and only m-making twenty pence on the run, you see... Yes, I, I spend that much at the p-p-pub on the way home just, just trying to warm up again.
After Jurors No. 2 and 4 vote guilty, if third, fourth, and fifth statements have been pressed
Beppo:
I, I just can't believe it, sir. C-Can't believe it... A m-m-murder on my own b-bus. It's t-t-too awful to think about. I h-haven't been able to sh-shake this c-c-cold ever since it happened.
Leads to:
"My Lord, I wish to speak!"
Fairplay:
The victim and the man accused of killing him were sat next to each other inside the bus.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And you saw them through the skylight in the roof of the carriage?
Fairplay:
That's right. When you sit up on the top deck, the window's right there at your feet. There was a lamp on inside, so I had a pretty good view. The two of them were wearing hats and I couldn't exactly make out their faces... ...but there's not a shred of doubt in my mind that it was Mr McGilded.
Ryunosuke:
How can you be so sure?
Fairplay:
Well...how can I put it politely? McGilded is a gentleman of...rather small stature. I couldn't have mistaken him for anyone else.
Van Zieks:
Let's not forget that when the vehicle came to a halt, the only people inside the enclosed cabin... ...were the deceased Mr Mason, and Mr McGilded. There is no room for doubt here.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, I really wish there was... [sic]
Fairplay:
Then out of the blue, the accused just reached over and plunged a knife right into his guts!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You actually saw the exact moment it happened?
Fairplay:
Didn't I already testify to that? ...Or are fair dinkum, hard-working city bankers not considered trustworthy these days?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, no no! I, I didn't mean that! (This is no good. I've really got his back up.)
Before any juror casts their vote
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps you could just tell us what you saw in a little more detail, if that's-
My Lord!
Judge:
Hm? Juror number three? What's the meaning of this?
Juror No. 3:
My mind is made up, My Lord. Completely and utterly made up!
Ryunosuke:
Made up about what...?
Juror No. 3:
I don't like the stinking rich. Never have. They're always up to something or other that they shouldn't be. Every one of them. And that little leprechaun of a man is no exception. Well...he can't fool me! There's no point in wasting time listening to any more of this. That's my opinion on the matter, anyway.
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
That is precisely what I was about to say! As the foreman of the jury, it's my duty to set a good example to my fellow jurors.
Ryunosuke:
What the...? (What is happening here?!)
Susato:
Let me see... Ah yes, it seems that's how the members of the jury give their verdicts.
Ryunosuke:
...With fire?
Susato:
Apparently, yes. White for innocent, and black for guilty. As the six members of the jury make up their minds about the case... ...one by one, they each cast a ball of fire into the great Scales of Justice...as we saw a moment ago.
Ryunosuke:
So if those enormous scales fall completely to the black side, does that mean...?
Susato:
......... Let's do our very best to make sure that doesn't happen!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Now I'm even more worried than I was before...)
Judge:
Very well. The court acknowledges the change in the jury's stance. Counsel for the Defence, please continue with your cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (This is a nightmare...)
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 1 and 3 vote guilty
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps you could just tell us what you saw in a little more detail, if that's-
Juror No. 2:
My Lord, if you'll forgive the interruption...
Judge:
Ah, juror number two. Go on...
Juror No. 2:
Mr McGilded is a pillar of society and a gentleman. And a gentleman's word should be sacrosanct. However... ...those of us in service know we must accept hard truths.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what are you about to do?
Juror No. 2:
Dispose of the rubbish!
Ryunosuke:
No!
Juror No. 2:
I don't wish to cause offence, but I do like to eradicate all traces of filth and grime.
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 4:
...I have painstakingly typed every word uttered here today, and cross-referenced all the facts. As such, I am now in a position to draw the only logical conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
Not again...
Susato:
That's...four out of six jury members who've proposed a guilty verdict! There are only two left!
Ryunosuke:
(We've had it... Every time I press these witnesses for more information, I just make the situation worse...)
Susato:
Nevertheless... ...what we need more than anything at the moment is more information. We're still very much in the dark.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose I'll just have to keep pressing the witnesses, knowing that more sparks may well fly...
Susato:
We mustn't give up hope that we'll uncover something that will give us a way to fight back!
Ryunosuke:
But... ......... Alright, I'll keep trying. (I can't give up. I just need to keep calm and listen to the witnesses' statements again.)
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 2 and 4 vote guilty, if first statement has not been pressed
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps you could just tell us what you saw in a little more detail, if you don't mind?
Fairplay:
Why don't you ask the young man next to me?
Furst:
Oh! Me? Oh, well, yes...
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 2 and 4 vote guilty, if first statement has been pressed
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps you could just tell us what you saw in a little more detail, if that's-
Leads to:
"My Lord, I wish to speak!"
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You actually saw the exact moment it happened?
Fairplay:
Didn't I already testify to that? ...Or are fair dinkum, hard-working city bankers not considered trustworthy these days?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, no no! I, I didn't mean that! (This is no good. I've really got his back up.) ...Perhaps you could just tell us what you saw in a little more detail, if you don't mind?
Fairplay:
Why don't you ask the young man next to me?
Furst:
Oh! Me? Oh, well, yes...
Furst:
That's right. He stabbed him! I screamed, I did! Couldn't help it. 
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
'He stabbed him,' you say. And you were sitting up on the roof deck, were you?
Furst:
Yes, that's right, sir. I was up on the roof seats. I remember seeing the little gent sitting next to the fellow that was stabbed. I'd been thinking about a new hat design, you see. So I was just gazing absent-mindedly around. But then! ...Then I happened to look down through the skylight! It, it, it was sticking right out from his belly! That, that huge, great knife!
Judge:
Hmph. A grim sight indeed.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (That didn't help me at all! The jury look like they're even more convinced my client did it than they were before...)
Susato:
That appears to have made everyone even more dubious that Mr McGilded is telling the truth. If only we had some evidence to counter their suspicions...
Van Zieks:
Mr Furst!
Furst:
Oh! Yes, yes, sir?
Van Zieks:
Is this the knife you saw?
Furst:
Oh, good grief! Yes! That's it! The very one, sir!
Ryunosuke:
Is, is that...?
Van Zieks:
Yes, Counsel. This is the blade that was driven into the victim's belly like a stake through the heart.
Judge:
That is a blade of considerable size, Counsel.
Van Zieks:
It is. And furthermore, the scabbard is emblazoned prominently with a certain initial. The letter 'M'. ...Which seems oddly familiar.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (Please, no...)
Van Zieks:
'M' for 'Magnus' perhaps? Or 'McGilded' possibly? ...Take your pick. It seems this particular big name in London made a... magnificent mistake.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But! But there are 'M's everywhere! Like...like... Yes! Like in 'Mason'!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This blade is far too extravagant for a poor brickmaker to have owned. No! This weapon of murder almost certainly belongs to the accused!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Hm, not conclusive, but certainly compelling, Counsel.
The murder weapon has been entered into the Court Record.
Before any juror casts their vote
My Lord!
Judge:
Hm? Juror number three? What's the meaning of this?
Juror No. 3:
My mind is made up, My Lord. Completely and utterly made up!
Ryunosuke:
Made up about what...?
Juror No. 3:
I don't like the stinking rich. Never have. They're always up to something or other that they shouldn't be. Every one of them. And that little leprechaun of a man is no exception. Well...he can't fool me! There's no point in wasting time listening to any more of this. That's my opinion on the matter, anyway.
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
That is precisely what I was about to say! As the foreman of the jury, it's my duty to set a good example to my fellow jurors.
Ryunosuke:
What the...? (What is happening here?!)
Susato:
Let me see... Ah yes, it seems that's how the members of the jury give their verdicts.
Ryunosuke:
...With fire?
Susato:
Apparently, yes. White for innocent, and black for guilty. As the six members of the jury make up their minds about the case... ...one by one, they each cast a ball of fire into the great Scales of Justice...as we saw a moment ago.
Ryunosuke:
So if those enormous scales fall completely to the black side, does that mean...?
Susato:
......... Let's do our very best to make sure that doesn't happen!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Now I'm even more worried than I was before...)
Judge:
Very well. The court acknowledges the change in the jury's stance. Counsel for the Defence, please continue with your cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (This is a nightmare...)
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 1 and 3 vote guilty
Juror No. 2:
My Lord, if you'll forgive the interruption...
Judge:
Ah, juror number two. Go on...
Juror No. 2:
Mr McGilded is a pillar of society and a gentleman. And a gentleman's word should be sacrosanct. However... ...those of us in service know we must accept hard truths.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what are you about to do?
Juror No. 2:
Dispose of the rubbish!
Ryunosuke:
No!
Juror No. 2:
I don't wish to cause offence, but I do like to eradicate all traces of filth and grime.
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 4:
...I have painstakingly typed every word uttered here today, and cross-referenced all the facts. As such, I am now in a position to draw the only logical conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
Not again...
Susato:
That's...four out of six jury members who've proposed a guilty verdict! There are only two left!
Ryunosuke:
(We've had it... Every time I press these witnesses for more information, I just make the situation worse...)
Susato:
Nevertheless... ...what we need more than anything at the moment is more information. We're still very much in the dark.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose I'll just have to keep pressing the witnesses, knowing that more sparks may well fly...
Susato:
We mustn't give up hope that we'll uncover something that will give us a way to fight back!
Ryunosuke:
But... ......... Alright, I'll keep trying. (I can't give up. I just need to keep calm and listen to the witnesses' statements again.)
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 2 and 4 vote guilty, if first statement has not been pressed
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 2 and 4 vote guilty, if first statement has been pressed
Leads to:
"My Lord, I wish to speak!"
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
'He stabbed him,' you say. And you were sitting up on the roof deck, were you?
Furst:
Yes, that's right, sir. I was up on the roof seats. I remember seeing the little gent sitting next to the fellow that was stabbed. I'd been thinking about a new hat design, you see. So I was just gazing absent-mindedly around. But then! ...Then I happened to look down through the skylight! It, it, it was sticking right out from his belly! That, that huge, great knife!
Judge:
Hmph. A grim sight indeed.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (That didn't help me at all! ...The members of the jury are as shocked as they were the first time!)
Susato:
If this wasn't a court of law... ...I would have felt compelled to use a Susato Takedown for that lapse in judgement.
Ryunosuke:
No no! I'll, I'll be more careful!
Van Zieks:
As we have heard! The witness had an unfettered view of events unfolding. Would you not concur, coachman? Your diddering suggests that you would.
Beppo:
Oh! Y-Yes, sir!
Examine evidence
Murder Weapon
Sheath
Susato:
That part is the sheath, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Are you alright, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? Oh, sorry, yes. I...just don't really like blades.
Susato:
Oh... Those don't seem like the words of a man with a large katana slung from his waist.
Ryunosuke:
That's not a blade; that's Kazuma's soul. Anyway...there's no sense in delaying it. Let's see what the blade looks like.
Blood on blade
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...that looks like a lot of blood.
Susato:
It surely is blood. The victim's.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...an Englishman's blood looks a lot like a Japanese man's blood.
Susato:
Did you think it wouldn't?
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry, it's just that we've only just arrived here in Great Britain. I'm finding it a little hard to adjust.
Susato:
...Yes, I do understand.
"M" insignia
Ryunosuke:
An ornate letter 'M'... Undeniably Mr Magnus McGilded's initial.
Susato:
And it's beautifully gilded, too. It must be very valuable, I should think.
Ryunosuke:
...Ah!
Susato:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
Look at this 'M'... If you turn it upside-down, it becomes a 'W'! This could change everything!
Susato:
A 'W'...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, this is one of those...you know, turnabout cases! I'm sure of it!
Susato:
I'm afraid I don't know at all. But what I am sure of is that this is an 'M'.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. (Well that idea was quickly quashed...)
Beppo:
As soon as I heard the scream, I stopped my bus. And, and then I saw it, too!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Erm...what exactly did you see?
Beppo:
Oh, well sir, that would be the p-p-passenger, sir. Yes, c-c-collapsed on the floor, he was.
Van Zieks:
And by the passenger, obviously you are referring to the victim, Mr Mason, the brickmaker.
Beppo:
And, and then the other p-p-passenger had that kn-knife in his hand, l-like this...
Van Zieks:
By the other passenger, obviously you are referring to the accused, Mr Magnus McGilded.
Beppo:
And then he p-p-p-plunged it down like this, s-stabbing the other passenger in the b-b-belly.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Before any juror casts their vote
My Lord!
Judge:
Hm? Juror number three? What's the meaning of this?
Juror No. 3:
My mind is made up, My Lord. Completely and utterly made up!
Ryunosuke:
Made up about what...?
Juror No. 3:
I don't like the stinking rich. Never have. They're always up to something or other that they shouldn't be. Every one of them. And that little leprechaun of a man is no exception. Well...he can't fool me! There's no point in wasting time listening to any more of this. That's my opinion on the matter, anyway.
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
That is precisely what I was about to say! As the foreman of the jury, it's my duty to set a good example to my fellow jurors.
Ryunosuke:
What the...? (What is happening here?!)
Susato:
Let me see... Ah yes, it seems that's how the members of the jury give their verdicts.
Ryunosuke:
...With fire?
Susato:
Apparently, yes. White for innocent, and black for guilty. As the six members of the jury make up their minds about the case... ...one by one, they each cast a ball of fire into the great Scales of Justice...as we saw a moment ago.
Ryunosuke:
So if those enormous scales fall completely to the black side, does that mean...?
Susato:
......... Let's do our very best to make sure that doesn't happen!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Now I'm even more worried than I was before...)
Judge:
Very well. The court acknowledges the change in the jury's stance. Counsel for the Defence, please continue with your cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (This is a nightmare...)
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 1 and 3 vote guilty
Juror No. 2:
My Lord, if you'll forgive the interruption...
Judge:
Ah, juror number two. Go on...
Juror No. 2:
Mr McGilded is a pillar of society and a gentleman. And a gentleman's word should be sacrosanct. However... ...those of us in service know we must accept hard truths.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what are you about to do?
Juror No. 2:
Dispose of the rubbish!
Ryunosuke:
No!
Juror No. 2:
I don't wish to cause offence, but I do like to eradicate all traces of filth and grime.
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 4:
...I have painstakingly typed every word uttered here today, and cross-referenced all the facts. As such, I am now in a position to draw the only logical conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
Not again...
Susato:
That's...four out of six jury members who've proposed a guilty verdict! There are only two left!
Ryunosuke:
(We've had it... Every time I press these witnesses for more information, I just make the situation worse...)
Susato:
Nevertheless... ...what we need more than anything at the moment is more information. We're still very much in the dark.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose I'll just have to keep pressing the witnesses, knowing that more sparks may well fly...
Susato:
We mustn't give up hope that we'll uncover something that will give us a way to fight back!
Ryunosuke:
But... ......... Alright, I'll keep trying. (I can't give up. I just need to keep calm and listen to the witnesses' statements again.)
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 2 and 4 vote guilty, if first statement has not been pressed
Judge:
...Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! It is hard to believe of one of London's greatest philanthropists, but this is damning indeed.
Van Zieks:
The law knows no philanthropists, My Lord. Only the innocent...and the guilty. Good deeds mean nothing, when overshadowed by evil. The truth...is everything.
Beppo:
Couldn't agree more, sir! The truth!
Leads back to cross-examination
After Jurors No. 2 and 4 vote guilty, if first statement has been pressed
Leads to:
"My Lord, I wish to speak!"
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Erm...what exactly did you see?
Beppo:
Oh, well sir, that would be the p-p-passenger, sir. Yes, c-c-collapsed on the floor, he was.
Van Zieks:
And by the passenger, obviously you are referring to the victim, Mr Mason, the brickmaker.
Beppo:
And, and then the other p-p-passenger had that kn-knife in his hand, l-like this...
Van Zieks:
By the other passenger, obviously you are referring to the accused, Mr Magnus McGilded.
Beppo:
And then he p-p-p-plunged it down like this, s-stabbing the other passenger in the b-b-belly.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Judge:
...Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! It is hard to believe of one of London's greatest philanthropists, but this is damning indeed.
Van Zieks:
The law knows no philanthropists, My Lord. Only the innocent...and the guilty. Good deeds mean nothing, when overshadowed by evil. The truth...is everything.
Beppo:
Couldn't agree more, sir! The truth!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, so when it happened, the only two people in the enclosed cabin area were the victim and the defendant. And - so help me - THREE WHOLE PEOPLE witnessed the man I'm trying to defend do the deed...)
Susato:
I don't like to be pessimistic, but we do seem to be in a rather difficult situation here. 
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (What am I supposed to think here? Is Mr McGilded really innocent? Or could it be...?)
Susato:
B-before we jump to conclusions, our first task should be to gather information. We need to understand the case much better than we do at the moment. 
Ryunosuke:
Yes! You're absolutely right. (Let's listen to those witness statements again, a little more carefully this time.)
Juror No. 5:
My Lord, I wish to speak!
Judge:
Yes, juror number five? Do I take it that you, too...? 
Juror No. 5:
As the master of the London Guild of Coachmen... ...the idea of a murder being committed in one of the city's carriages is utterly abhorrent to me. It wouldn't be right to make a decision before hearing all the facts, though, I said to myself. But I've heard enough now. The horse has bolted, as they say. 
Ryunosuke:
No, no! Please, just keep an open mind a little long-
Juror No. 5:
Gee-up now, Silver Blaze! The finish is in sight! Beppo is a long-standing member of the guild, and I trust what the man says. 
Beppo:
Oh, thank you, sir. You're t-t-too kind, sir. 
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, this is t-t-too unkind, sir...
Van Zieks:
Which now means that five jurors agree to condemn this man. Madam juror number six...
Juror No. 6:
Yes, dear? What can I do for you? 
Van Zieks:
You have heard the testimonies of the witnesses in the stand. 
Juror No. 6:
Oh yes. I certainly have. Still got my hearing, you know! 
Van Zieks:
Then, pray tell, why are you yet to pronounce your leaning? 
Juror No. 6:
......... Well, dear, the thing is, I'm a creature of habit, me. I always go to the park at around this time of day, and sit on a nice bench and get on with my knitting. 
Van Zieks:
.........
Juror No. 6:
There's a lovely little park just near where I live. McGilded Park, it's called. 
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 6:
The gentleman donated it to the city, you know. To put a smile on Londoners' faces, he said. I can't imagine such a fine, young gentleman would have it in him to take another man's life. 
He is always doing wonderful things for the city.That's right! A man like that wouldn't stab someone, surely?Mother, may we go to the McGilded Public Library later and borrow some more books?
Van Zieks:
How many Londoners live with their heads in the clouds?! Do you people not know... ...what kind of a man Magnus McGilded really is? 
Ryunosuke:
What kind of a man is he?!
Van Zieks:
The philanthropist, Magnus McGilded... ...has enough wealth to purchase the entire city he claims to value so highly. But where did all that wealth come from? Your client is a shylock, sir! And one with the very darkest of souls. 
Ryunosuke:
What?! 
Juror No. 6:
Stone the crows! 
Van Zieks:
McGilded lends money at extortionate rates of interest so his victims have no hope of repaying him. When they default, he takes possession of everything they own. He is a vulture that preys on the weak. 
Juror No. 6:
I've, I've never heard any mention of that before...
Van Zieks:
Your faculties haven't deserted you, I'm sure, madam. So has this thought not crossed your mind? Would a man wealthy enough to buy London in its entirety not have a carriage of his own?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
What possible reason could this man have had to make use of a public omnibus service? 
Juror No. 6:
Um...
Ryunosuke:
You're not saying that...?
Van Zieks:
The victim - a poor brickmaker - had next to nothing to his name, save considerable financial liability. It will come as no surprise that his creditor was the accused, Magnus McGilded. But let it also be known, that the very day Mr Mason was killed, was the final repayment date for his debts. 
Judge:
Good gracious!
Van Zieks:
The brickmaker was destitute. He had lost his house. He had not a shilling with which to repay his debts. And in the end, this pitiful soul had the very last thing he owned taken from him...his life. By the merciless philanthropist pretender... Magnus McGilded!
Ryunosuke:
(I don't believe it!)
Susato:
Hold it!
Susato:
If I might add something briefly...?
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato? 
Susato:
You claim that the victim had been lent money by Mr McGilded... ...but where is the evidence to support your claim?
Van Zieks:
......... ...Pray forgive the discourtesy of filling my hallowed chalice in a court of law...
Judge:
Ah-ha, there it is! Lord van Zieks's hallowed chalice! 
Ryunosuke:
(How can this be considered acceptable?!)
Van Zieks:
...But I find myself in unexpectedly good humour. I had heard ladies from the Far East could show great courage...but I didn't expect to experience it myself. 
Susato:
Ah! As, as judicial assistant to the defence, I am simply doing my job! 
Van Zieks:
What a pity that your display of courage...is in vain. This is the debtors' ledger, which details all monies loaned by the accused. You will find the victim's name clearly recorded inside. 
Susato:
Oh...
Van Zieks:
Allow me to present this ledger as evidence... ...and pray forgive the discourtesy of raising my chalice in a toast to the enigmatic East at the same time! 
Judge:
A marvellous toast, Counsel! I will gladly accept this new evidence. 
The debtors' ledger has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Ah yes, twenty guineas... The victim owed a considerable sum. 
Examine evidence
Debtors' Ledger
Clasp
Ryunosuke:
...This portfolio must contain all sorts of secrets of London's gentry.
Susato:
Oh dear... Do you really think we ought to look inside?
Ryunosuke:
Well, it's not as though we know any of London's gentry personally, is it? Apart from our great detective friend, perhaps. ......... (Actually, I wonder...)
Susato:
I assure you we will not find Mr Sholmes's name inside!
Ryunosuke:
Well, let's see what we find...
Writing
Susato:
Gosh, it's crammed full of gentlemen's names, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I suppose they're probably not all gentlemen at all, are they? (After all, not everyone in this country is well off...)
Susato:
Ah! Goodness!
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Susato:
Look at this! Do you see the name here?
Ryunosuke:
'Bruce Fairplay'... ...Should that mean something to me? It, it does sound strangely familiar, actually...
Susato:
Bruce Fairplay! The witness testifying at this very moment!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, of course! The banker! Why is his name in here? (...Ah, he borrowed twenty guineas, did he?) And look, the repayment date is fast approaching.
Susato:
It's possible that this is just a coincidence, of course. But this could be very useful information.
The details of the debtors' ledger have been updated in the Court Record.
Writing (subsequent times)
Susato:
Gosh, it's crammed full of gentlemen's names, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I suppose they're probably not all gentlemen at all, are they? (After all, not everyone in this country is well off...)
Van Zieks:
And the accused made quite certain he had ample recompense. 
Juror No. 6:
......... Well, it would seem I've... ...I've had the wool pulled over my eyes. 
Van Zieks:
Regrettably, madam, that is the modus operandi of the accused. 
Juror No. 6:
And it's such a pretty little park, too. ...What a scoundrel! .........Still... ...maybe it's all for the best. 
Ryunosuke:
Ah! W-Wait a minute! Let's think about this a little more before-
Juror No. 6:
I don't stand for nonsense! 
Ryunosuke:
......... (That was it... The last juror's decision...)
Susato:
......... ...Ah, according to this Encyclopaedia of British Law... 'When all members of the jury have concluded that the defendant is guilty... ...court proceedings are suspended, and the presiding judge will deliver the final verdict and sentence.' That's what it says here. 
Ryunosuke:
(Haah... The final verdict... It's over then.)
Susato:
Oh! There's a footnote, though. 
Ryunosuke:
A footnote?
Susato:
'However, the defence-'
Judge:
All six members of the jury are now in agreement in this case. 
Van Zieks:
Allow me to convey my respect for your swift and righteous decision. 
Judge:
According to the laws of this country, I will now conclude the trial... ...by delivering my final verdict. ...I trust there are no objections?
Ryunosuke:
......... ......... Miss Susato, just tell me one thing...
Susato:
Oh! Yes?
Ryunosuke:
You were in the middle of saying something before. The footnote in your Encyclopaedia of British Law. 'However, the defence...' What did it say next?
Susato:
O-Oh yes, of course. One moment... 'When all members of the jury have concluded that the defendant is guilty... ...court proceedings are suspended, and the presiding judge will deliver the final verdict and sentence.' Then the footnote says... 'However, the defence... ...has the right to demand a summation examination of the jurors at this point.' 
Ryunosuke:
A...summation...examination...? 
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...A summation examination? From which century has that tome you have there been resurrected? 
Susato:
Ah! 
Van Zieks:
Judging from the binding, I would say that book is at least fifty years old. Any modern text on British Law wouldn't even give such an antiquated procedure a mention. It's a relic. Long forgotten, and certainly no longer practised. So you're out of luck. 
Susato:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
What even is it, Miss Susato? This so-called 'summation examination'?
Susato:
Oh, um... One moment, and I'll read about it. 
Van Zieks:
...You would demand the right to a procedure before you even understand what it entails? Hmph, typical Nipponese. 
Susato:
Alright, Mr Naruhodo, I think I understand... It seems that under this procedure, we would be able to appeal to the members of the jury. 
Ryunosuke:
To do what...exactly?
Susato:
Appeal to them to change their leaning and reverse their decisions. And it says here that... ...'If successful, the proceedings of the trial must be resumed.'
Ryunosuke:
(Make them reverse their decisions...)
Judge:
Yes, in times gone by, barristers would use a summation examination to attempt to influence the jury's decision. But that procedure became something of a formality with no practical benefit, really. So it rather fell out of use. 
Susato:
I wonder why... 
Van Zieks:
Because it was devoid of purpose. 
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Changing just one member of the jury's mind would be hard enough, let alone several. No self-respecting defence barrister would even assert his right to try in this day and age. 
Susato:
......... Still... ...I don't see any mention of the procedure actually being formally revoked. 
Van Zieks:
What are you suggesting?
Susato:
I'm suggesting that although it may be antiquated and largely forgotten...it isn't yet extinct. 
Van Zieks:
...!
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
(A summation examination... Our last possible option. Do we assert our right to carry it out, or admit defeat?)
Assert our right
Leads to:
"The defence wishes to assert its right to a summation examination, My Lord!"
Forget it
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... Are you sure that's the right decision?
Ryunosuke:
You heard what the judge and the prosecutor said. It's an antiquated procedure. It's history. We barely know our way around the law that's in use today. What hope would we have of pulling it off?
Susato:
.........  Perhaps what we don't know can work to our advantage.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
In any case, there's really only one course of action available to us here. What we can't afford to do is allow this trial to end!
Ryunosuke:
...! (What we don't know can work to our advantage...?) You're right, Miss Susato. Let's bring this antiquated procedure back into the present day!
Leads to:
"The defence wishes to assert its right to a summation examination, My Lord!"
Ryunosuke:
The defence wishes to assert its right to a summation examination, My Lord!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
London is the capital city of the most powerful nation on earth. We have a duty to the world to exemplify the very highest standards of judicial procedure. Summation examinations are an embarrassment that should remain buried!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But if it's our right, it's our right! I believe it could prove vital in this trial!
Judge:
The defence's petition is perfectly valid. The court will proceed with the summation examination!
Van Zieks:
This is madness...
Judge:
Foreman, are you and the remainder of the jury ready?
Juror No. 1:
Eh?! Well, erm, I'm not, erm... There was no mention of this in the letter I received, you see, so...
Judge:
All members of the jury will be asked to explain on what grounds they have reached their decision.
Juror No. 1:
On what grounds...?
Judge:
You must all justify your decisions and explain why you believed the defendant to be guilty.
Juror No. 1:
Well, My Lord, you're rather putting us on the spot...
Juror No. 2:
This is most irregular. No mention was made of this before.
Juror No. 3:
I don't really hold with all this 'justifying' lark.
Juror No. 4:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(That seems to have thrown the jurors off...)
Susato:
It seems none of them have experienced this before.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright then, the summation examination... A defence procedure no practising lawyer has attempted for years, is it? Well, just maybe... ...it might be the opportunity we've been looking for... to turn this trial around!)
Judge:
So be it, then. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the court hereby calls upon you... ...to state the grounds on which you find the defendant, Magnus McGilded, guilty of this most serious crime.
Judicial Findings
- The Jurors' Contentions -
Juror No. 1:
There was no one else inside the carriage at the time, so it has to have been him.
Juror No. 2:
I trust the driver. He has an excellent memory, it seems. Four passengers, with fares totalling twenty pence.
Juror No. 3:
He stuck the chap next to him just like this! Brazen, I must say. Absolutely brazen!
Juror No. 4:
I have simply typed and collated all the statements made thus far, and drawn the logical conclusion.
Juror No. 5:
You can trust the guild. Fair fares is our motto. We haven't raised prices above fourpence for years.
Juror No. 6:
The scoundrel, stabbing that poor man on the floor! It beggars belief!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm starting to wish I hadn't pushed for this now...)
Susato:
Some of the jurors don't seem to have wonderfully formed arguments, though, do they?
Ryunosuke:
Well, let's see what we can do. We need to get these six people to change their minds. (I'll have to throw everything I can at them! And use some very persuasive language...)
Susato:
Just a moment, Mr Naruhodo. According to my book, that's not quite how it works.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? I thought I was going to have to thaw their icy minds with some heart-warming rhetoric about the defendant.
Susato:
Unfortunately... ...once the jurors have decided the defendant is guilty, they're unlikely to heed anything the defence says.
Ryunosuke:
But, but then...
Susato:
They've reached their conclusions by their own reasoning, you see. Your pleas will sound like excuses. In fact, it could recoil on you. The more you try to persuade them, the more entrenched they may become.
Ryunosuke:
Then what on earth am I supposed to do?!
Susato:
Oh dear. I'm just citing what I've read about British law, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Right, I'm sorry. ...Do you have any idea how to make this work, then?
Susato:
Well, from what I can understand... ...the key to this procedure is using the jurors' own words to make your arguments.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Susato:
Well, the six members of the jury are randomly selected members of the public. They may appear to present a united front, but the truth is... ...they are complete strangers, who just happen to find themselves here in the courtroom together.
Ryunosuke:
And...that's the way to break them down, you mean?
Susato:
Yes, exactly. We must listen very carefully to what each member of the jury says... ...and see if we can identify any contradictory statements. If we can, we then contrast the statements and pit the corresponding jurors against each other!
Ryunosuke:
I see. So it's contradictions in what two or more jurors say that we're looking for. In a way, then... ...this is similar to a regular cross-examination.
Susato:
Oh! Yes, I, I suppose you're right!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Find contradictions in their statements and pit the jurors against one another to break them down... Alright, I might be able to pull this off. ...No, that's not right... I HAVE TO pull this off!)
Judge:
Can we start proceedings, Counsel? I would ask you to take the stand for this. I'm expecting a clear and concise rebuttal!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Jury Examination
- The Defence's Rebuttal -
Juror No. 1:
There was no one else inside the carriage at the time, so it has to have been him.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Certainly, the testimonies we've heard suggest the victim and Mr McGilded were alone inside the carriage.
Juror No. 1:
Precisely my point.
Ryunosuke:
But! Could there be some other explanation? Something we haven't considered yet?
Juror No. 1:
Such as...?
Ryunosuke:
......... Haha, well, um...perhaps that's something we could, um... all work out together now?
Juror No. 1:
Now listen here! Maybe you don't know how things work around here because you're...from foreign climes. But we're here to form our opinions as individuals. And I have!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Susato:
Oh dear. He doesn't appear to be in the mood to consider an alternative point of view, does he?
Ryunosuke:
(No, I'm going to have to pit the jurors against one another, like Susato-san said. Finding contradictions in these six people's assertions is the only way I'm going to succeed...)
Juror No. 2:
I trust the driver. He has an excellent memory, it seems. Four passengers, with fares totalling twenty pence.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But does his ability to recall his takings that night really tell us how trustworthy the man is?
Juror No. 2:
I manage all His Lordship's cash affairs, so I'm very particular when it comes to accounts.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Juror No. 2:
A single penny can mean the difference between life and death, after all, can't it?
Ryunosuke:
...That's, that's a saying in your country?
Juror No. 2:
My point is, a man who minds his figures is a man you can trust. Those of us in service would swear to that, sir.
Ryunosuke:
(Does that bench really need any more polishing...?)
Juror No. 2:
So if the good driver says that he saw Mr McGilded in the act, I don't doubt him. The only task left to do today is disposing of the rubbish.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, now wait a minute... One of the other jurors mentioned something about money, I think.)
Susato:
Now would be a very good time to listen carefully to the jurors' statements again, Mr Naruhodo. If you notice an inconsistency in what two different jurors are saying...
Ryunosuke:
...I should expose it by pitting them against each other. (Yes, let's see if I can do just that...)
Pit against Juror No. 5's statement (before Jurors No. 3 and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
They do? Explain yourself, Counsel!
Juror No. 2:
Me?! Oh dear, what have I said?
Juror No. 5:
I swear on Silver Blaze's mane and name, I haven't the first idea what you're talking about!
Ryunosuke:
According to the group testimony we've heard so far... ...there were four passengers on the omnibus on the night in question. And according to the coachman, Mr Beppo, he took twenty pence in fares.
Juror No. 4:
Quite right. I have those precise details typed neatly here in front of me.
Ryunosuke:
And juror number five also told us the following: The fare for the omnibus...is always fourpence.
Juror No. 5:
That it is. A fair and convenient single price. Just the way London's carriages should be operated!
Ryunosuke:
But that doesn't add up at all. In fact, it leaves a glaring discrepancy in the facts.
Juror No. 5:
Why, man, why?!
Ryunosuke:
Four passengers paying fourpence each. If you do the multiplication...
Juror No. 2:
Ah! It would be sixteen pence!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. As I said, it doesn't add up. The figures are different. By fourpence, in fact. ...Or precisely one person's fare.
Judge:
One person's fare?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! In other words, on the omnibus that night... ...it's distinctly possible...there was another passenger we've heard nothing about!
Judge:
Good gracious!
Juror No. 5:
This, this can't be right! The coachmen of the guild are good, honest men, one and all! Trustworthiness is our watchword!
Juror No. 4:
The figures your coachman claims most certainly do not add up. Your watchword, good sir, is a fallacy!
Juror No. 5:
I beg your pardon?!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Guildmaster, I think you ought to consider that if this trial were to end now... ...the news will surely spread all over London. The news that one of your coachmen tried to hide the fact that he lets nefarious characters ride his omnibus.
Juror No. 5:
...! Alright then, how do I make it so this miserable trial doesn't end, hm?
Susato:
Well, according to my book here... ...you simply launch a ball of fire onto the innocent side of the set of scales!
Juror No. 1:
Now hold your horses there, coachman! We were all in agreement! Why do you have to go and-
Juror No. 5:
Wait till I get my hands on you, Beppo!!!
Juror No. 1:
Argh! This is all very irritating...
Juror No. 2:
Begging your pardon, sir, I'm going to do the same.
Juror No. 1:
For the love of Mike! Not you as well?!
Juror No. 2:
A penny can be the difference between a smile and a tear, after all. I certainly can't put my trust in someone who doesn't follow my exacting standards in financial matters.
Juror No. 1:
Oh really?
Juror No. 2:
I, for one, think it's only proper that we hear from the witnesses again.
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! You did it! If we can manage to change two more jurors' minds... ...we can force the trial to continue!
Ryunosuke:
Two more... (Actually... ...there is something else that's bothering me about a couple of their assertions.)
Susato:
Then that's where you must strike next!
Ryunosuke:
(So I need to pit two more jurors against each other and show there's another contradiction in their assertions.)
Susato:
Exactly! You can do it!
Judge:
Well, the Scales of Justice have shifted, but they still weigh heavy on the side of guilt. Counsel, you have the floor again. Continue with your summation examination!
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to "I'm changing my leaning to innocent. I should like to hear what the slipshod bookkeeper has to say for himself!" and Juror No. 5's statement to "Grrr! Beppo! This trial has to continue so I can get to the bottom of this corruption! Not guilty, I say!"
Pit against Juror No. 5's statement (after Jurors No. 3 and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
They do? Explain yourself, Counsel!
Juror No. 2:
Me?! Oh dear, what have I said?
Juror No. 5:
I swear on Silver Blaze's mane and name, I haven't the first idea what you're talking about!
Ryunosuke:
According to the group testimony we've heard so far... ...there were four passengers on the omnibus on the night in question. And according to the coachman, Mr Beppo, he took twenty pence in fares.
Juror No. 4:
Quite right. I have those precise details typed neatly here in front of me.
Ryunosuke:
And juror number five also told us the following: The fare for the omnibus...is always fourpence.
Juror No. 5:
That it is. A fair and convenient single price. Just the way London's carriages should be operated!
Ryunosuke:
But that doesn't add up at all. In fact, it leaves a glaring discrepancy in the facts.
Juror No. 5:
Why, man, why?!
Ryunosuke:
Four passengers paying fourpence each. If you do the multiplication...
Juror No. 2:
Ah! It would be sixteen pence!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. As I said, it doesn't add up. The figures are different. By fourpence, in fact. ...Or precisely one person's fare.
Judge:
One person's fare?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! In other words, on the omnibus that night... ...it's distinctly possible...there was another passenger we've heard nothing about!
Judge:
Good gracious!
Juror No. 5:
This, this can't be right! The coachmen of the guild are good, honest men, one and all! Trustworthiness is our watchword!
Juror No. 4:
The figures your coachman claims most certainly do not add up. Your watchword, good sir, is a fallacy!
Juror No. 5:
I beg your pardon?!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Guildmaster, I think you ought to consider that if this trial were to end now... ...the news will surely spread all over London. The news that one of your coachmen tried to hide the fact that he lets nefarious characters ride his omnibus.
Juror No. 5:
...! Alright then, how do I make it so this miserable trial doesn't end, hm?
Susato:
Well, according to my book here... ...you simply launch a ball of fire onto the innocent side of the set of scales!
Juror No. 1:
Now hold your horses there, coachman! We were all in agreement! Why do you have to go and-
Juror No. 5:
Wait till I get my hands on you, Beppo!!!
Juror No. 1:
Argh! This is all very irritating...
Juror No. 2:
Begging your pardon, sir, I'm going to do the same.
Juror No. 1:
For the love of Mike! Not you as well?!
Juror No. 2:
A penny can be the difference between a smile and a tear, after all. I certainly can't put my trust in someone who doesn't follow my exacting standards in financial matters.
Juror No. 1:
Oh really?
Juror No. 2:
I, for one, think it's only proper that we hear from the witnesses again.
Leads to:
"...Wait! That, that means..."
Juror No. 2:
I'm changing my leaning to innocent. I should like to hear what the slipshod bookkeeper has to say for himself!
Juror No. 3:
He stuck the chap next to him just like this! Brazen, I must say. Absolutely brazen!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Careful! You, you could hurt somebody with that!
Juror No. 3:
Tsk! You're a fine one to talk! What of that sword hanging from your waist, hm?
Ryunosuke:
No no! That's...just my battered soul...
Juror No. 3:
Well anyway, I despise anyone with too much money. They're all the same. All stabbing some brickmaker or other behind the scenes, you mark my words!
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
That...seems very unlikely, doesn't it?
Juror No. 3:
Are you mad, man? We know that small shorty is a rotten shylock!
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, that does seem to be the case, but-
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Please! Be careful what you say!
Juror No. 3:
If he's been trying to squeeze money out of us less fortunate, then as far as I'm concerned... ...he's as guilty as sin! The man can hang!
Ryunosuke:
(Come to think of it... ...didn't one of the other jurors have something to say about the defendant's underhand activities?)
Susato:
If you've thought of something, Mr Naruhodo, don't let it go! Test your theory!
Ryunosuke:
(Pit the two jurors whose statements seem to be contradictory against each other...? No time like the present to use [X / Y / R] to 'Pit' them against each other...or I'll never get anywhere...)
Pit against Juror No. 6's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are completely contradictory!
Judge:
Whaaat?! Explain, Counsel, post-haste!
Juror No. 6:
Oh dearie me! I, I was only knitting a jumper for my other half!
Juror No. 3:
What is all this claptrap? What does 'contradictory' even mean, I ask you?
Ryunosuke:
We've heard from more than one witness... ...that they allegedly saw the actual moment when the defendant stabbed the victim. Now, out of curiosity, juror number three...
Juror No. 3:
What?! Can't you see that I'm busy here?
Ryunosuke:
...How would you say the defendant stabbed the victim? What sort of motion was it?
Juror No. 3:
Ha! Want to test me, do you? It was like this! Stuck the fellow next to him without even getting up! Just like the prim banker said.
Judge:
Yes, that was Mr Fairplay's testimony. Quite true.
Ryunosuke:
Now then, juror number six...
Juror No. 6:
...Oh! Is that me, is it? What can I do for you, young man?
Ryunosuke:
How would you say the defendant stabbed the victim, madam?
Juror No. 6:
Oh, well dear, as far as I understand it... ...it was like this! He stabbed the poor man after he'd collapsed on the floor! ...The coachman said so.
Ryunosuke:
Now don't move! Take a look at these two jurors! 'He stuck the fellow next to him without even getting up!' And 'He stabbed the poor man after he'd collapsed on the floor!'
Judge:
Well I never! They're... They're stabbing in totally different directions!
Juror No. 3:
What?!
Juror No. 6:
Bless my stitches! What a muddle!
Ryunosuke:
What this tells us... ...is that there's a strong possibility one of the witnesses isn't telling the truth!
Juror No. 6:
Oh!
Juror No. 3:
But why?! Why the dickens would they lie?
Ryunosuke:
I don't know that yet. But what I do know... ...is that if the trial ends at this point, we may never find out! We may never know the real truth! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury! Can you really let that happen, in all good conscience?
Juror No. 6:
Lies, you say? Oh dearie me... I can't abide people telling lies!
Juror No. 2:
The, the scales...
Juror No. 5:
I don't believe it!
Juror No. 1:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
Waaaaaait! Now hear this, my fellow jurors: I warn you, you cannot listen to this man! Look at him, in his black suit! He's...he's...clearly some devious Eastern sorcerer using magic on us all!
Ryunosuke:
(If I could use magic, do you really think I'd be putting myself through all this?)
Juror No. 1:
Answer me this, Dark Jinx!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?! M-Me?
Juror No. 1:
What exactly is the problem? What of it if two witnesses have slightly different recollections of events?
Ryunosuke:
What of it?
Juror No. 1:
Let's say the shylock did stab the victim as he was sat next to him on the omnibus. And this young dandy saw him do it! And now let's say the victim collapsed on the floor, and then the shylock stabbed him again! And this old lady saw him do it! Well? What's to say it didn't happen like that, hm?
Juror No. 3:
Who are you calling a dandy, sir?! Why, I should take this knife to you!
Juror No. 6:
Who are you calling old?! Why, I should take this needle to you!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...they're ready to kill each other now... But could the foreman of the jury be right? Did the two witnesses see two different moments of the same crime?) 
It's possible
Ryunosuke:
Hm, it's true... There's an outside chance of almost anything you care to mention.
Juror No. 1:
Eeexactly the point I've been trying to make!
Susato:
Before you go any further, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! What is it, Miss Susato?
Susato:
...I think you should have a look through the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
......... Ah!
Susato:
You see? This evidence makes it quite clear. There isn't even an outside chance of what the juror is saying!
Ryunosuke:
(How did I miss that...?)
Leads to:
"Unfortunately, Mr Foreman..."
It's out of the question
Leads to:
"Unfortunately, Mr Foreman..."
Ryunosuke:
Unfortunately, Mr Foreman...
Juror No. 1:
Hm? What is it, you dark jinx? Come on, out with it!
Ryunosuke:
...What you're suggesting is impossible! It's out of the question!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Juror No. 1:
What, what are you talking about, man? How can you possibly say that? You, you do realise that I'm...I'm only doing my job! As foreman of the jury, I have a responsibility to steer everyone in the right direction. So where's your evidence, man? That's what we want to see! I say the two witnesses saw two different moments of the same crime. If you say that's out of the question, show me some proof!
Ryunosuke:
......... (It looks like the only way I'm going to convince him is to present him with something he can't dismiss. Some irrefutable hard evidence!) As you wish.
Juror No. 1:
What?
Ryunosuke:
I'll give you the proof. It's out of the question that the two witnesses saw two different moments of the same crime...as proven by... 
Present Autopsy Report (before Jurors No. 2 and 5 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is the victim's autopsy report. According to what's written here, Mr Mason was stabbed in the abdomen... ...only once.
Juror No. 1:
Eh?! Only once?!
Ryunosuke:
It's quite simple! The victim was stabbed precisely one time. Which means these witnesses can't possibly have seen it happen two different times!
Juror No. 3:
Huuurgh...grrr...hyuuurgh... Alright...I concede defeat!
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! You did it! If we can manage to change two more jurors' minds... ...we can force the trial to continue!
Ryunosuke:
Two more... (Actually... ...there is something else that's bothering me about a couple of their assertions.)
Susato:
Then that's where you must strike next!
Ryunosuke:
(So I need to pit two more jurors against each other and show there's another contradiction in their assertions.)
Susato:
Exactly! You can do it!
Judge:
Well, the Scales of Justice have shifted, but they still weigh heavy on the side of guilt. Counsel, you have the floor again. Continue with your summation examination!
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "I'm no lover of the rich, but I despise liars even more! Innocent is my call, for now at least!" and Juror No. 6's statement to "Dear me, you can't make accusations based on lies! I wonder if the poor man is innocent after all..."'
Present Autopsy Report (after Jurors No. 2 and 5 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is the victim's autopsy report. According to what's written here, Mr Mason was stabbed in the abdomen... ...only once.
Juror No. 1:
Eh?! Only once?!
Ryunosuke:
It's quite simple! The victim was stabbed precisely one time. Which means these witnesses can't possibly have seen it happen two different times!
Juror No. 3:
Huuurgh...grrr...hyuuurgh... Alright...I concede defeat!
Leads to:
"...Wait! That, that means..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
...this clear piece of evidence! Well, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
......... Do you know what they say about me, young man? They say I've got no powers of persuasion.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see... Erm... I'm sorry to hear that...?
Juror No. 1:
But no one will need persuading about this: You're even worse than me!
Ryunosuke:
Aaagh! (Two different moments... In other words, the victim was stabbed two times... Ah! But we have evidence that clearly contradicts that possibility!) If you'll allow me another chance...I'd like to present you with one more piece of evidence to consider.
Leads back to:
"It's out of the question that the two witnesses saw two different moments of the same crime...as proven by..."
Juror No. 3:
I'm no lover of the rich, but I despise liars even more! Innocent is my call, for now at least!
Juror No. 4:
I have simply typed and collated all the statements made thus far, and drawn the logical conclusion.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Um...
Juror No. 4:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What have you been doing all this time?
Juror No. 4:
'What have you been doing all this time?'... There. ...I should have thought it was obvious. I am recording everything that takes place as part of these proceedings.
Ryunosuke:
And...what have you learnt from that?
Juror No. 4:
For example, at this moment in time, the judge has used his gavel eleven times in total... ...the prosecution has snorted derisively at your remarks seven times in total... ...and, I might add, each time you have gawped like a simpleton.
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you. (And what's the point exactly?) So anyway, madam, are you able to explain why you think the defendant is guilty?
Juror No. 4:
......... That is a conclusion I have drawn as a result of the copious notes I have typed.
Ryunosuke:
Clearly! But I'm asking you to explain WHY you've drawn that conclusion!
Juror No. 4:
Please don't distract me. It makes it extremely hard to concentrate on my note-keeping.
Ryunosuke:
(This is going nowhere...)
Juror No. 5:
You can trust the guild. Fair fares is our motto. We haven't raised prices above fourpence for years.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
That's how much it costs to take the omnibus?
Juror No. 5:
That's right. As the guildmaster, I decided to set a policy for all drivers across the city. One fare, no matter which bus you take or how far you're going. We have to compete with the rise of the motor car, you see. Us coachmen have to make a stand together!
Ryunosuke:
Motor cars, you say?
Juror No. 5:
Yes. And this murder on one of our buses is extremely damaging to our cause! It's beyond the pale! It'll lead to a decline in passengers, you mark my words! And it's all that rascal's fault! He has to pay!
Ryunosuke:
(Is it the crime or his buses he's more worried about...?)
Juror No. 5:
Anyway, every member of my guild is reliable and trustworthy. So if the driver says he saw him do it, that fellow in the dock is as guilty as sin!
Pit against Juror No. 2's statement (before Jurors No. 3 and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
They do? Explain yourself, Counsel!
Juror No. 2:
Me?! Oh dear, what have I said?
Juror No. 5:
I swear on Silver Blaze's mane and name, I haven't the first idea what you're talking about!
Ryunosuke:
According to the group testimony we've heard so far... ...there were four passengers on the omnibus on the night in question. And according to the coachman, Mr Beppo, he took twenty pence in fares.
Juror No. 4:
Quite right. I have those precise details typed neatly here in front of me.
Ryunosuke:
And juror number five also told us the following: The fare for the omnibus...is always fourpence.
Juror No. 5:
That it is. A fair and convenient single price. Just the way London's carriages should be operated!
Ryunosuke:
But that doesn't add up at all. In fact, it leaves a glaring discrepancy in the facts.
Juror No. 5:
Why, man, why?!
Ryunosuke:
Four passengers paying fourpence each. If you do the multiplication...
Juror No. 2:
Ah! It would be sixteen pence!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. As I said, it doesn't add up. The figures are different. By fourpence, in fact. ...Or precisely one person's fare.
Judge:
One person's fare?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! In other words, on the omnibus that night... ...it's distinctly possible...there was another passenger we've heard nothing about!
Judge:
Good gracious!
Juror No. 5:
This, this can't be right! The coachmen of the guild are good, honest men, one and all! Trustworthiness is our watchword!
Juror No. 4:
The figures your coachman claims most certainly do not add up. Your watchword, good sir, is a fallacy!
Juror No. 5:
I beg your pardon?!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Guildmaster, I think you ought to consider that if this trial were to end now... ...the news will surely spread all over London. The news that one of your coachmen tried to hide the fact that he lets nefarious characters ride his omnibus.
Juror No. 5:
...! Alright then, how do I make it so this miserable trial doesn't end, hm?
Susato:
Well, according to my book here... ...you simply launch a ball of fire onto the innocent side of the set of scales!
Juror No. 1:
Now hold your horses there, coachman! We were all in agreement! Why do you have to go and-
Juror No. 5:
Wait till I get my hands on you, Beppo!!!
Juror No. 1:
Argh! This is all very irritating...
Juror No. 2:
Begging your pardon, sir, I'm going to do the same.
Juror No. 1:
For the love of Mike! Not you as well?!
Juror No. 2:
A penny can be the difference between a smile and a tear, after all. I certainly can't put my trust in someone who doesn't follow my exacting standards in financial matters.
Juror No. 1:
Oh really?
Juror No. 2:
I, for one, think it's only proper that we hear from the witnesses again.
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! You did it! If we can manage to change two more jurors' minds... ...we can force the trial to continue!
Ryunosuke:
Two more... (Actually... ...there is something else that's bothering me about a couple of their assertions.)
Susato:
Then that's where you must strike next!
Ryunosuke:
(So I need to pit two more jurors against each other and show there's another contradiction in their assertions.)
Susato:
Exactly! You can do it!
Judge:
Well, the Scales of Justice have shifted, but they still weigh heavy on the side of guilt. Counsel, you have the floor again. Continue with your summation examination!
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to "I'm changing my leaning to innocent. I should like to hear what the slipshod bookkeeper has to say for himself!" and Juror No. 5's statement to "Grrr! Beppo! This trial has to continue so I can get to the bottom of this corruption! Not guilty, I say!"
Pit against Juror No. 2's statement (after Jurors No. 3 and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
They do? Explain yourself, Counsel!
Juror No. 2:
Me?! Oh dear, what have I said?
Juror No. 5:
I swear on Silver Blaze's mane and name, I haven't the first idea what you're talking about!
Ryunosuke:
According to the group testimony we've heard so far... ...there were four passengers on the omnibus on the night in question. And according to the coachman, Mr Beppo, he took twenty pence in fares.
Juror No. 4:
Quite right. I have those precise details typed neatly here in front of me.
Ryunosuke:
And juror number five also told us the following: The fare for the omnibus...is always fourpence.
Juror No. 5:
That it is. A fair and convenient single price. Just the way London's carriages should be operated!
Ryunosuke:
But that doesn't add up at all. In fact, it leaves a glaring discrepancy in the facts.
Juror No. 5:
Why, man, why?!
Ryunosuke:
Four passengers paying fourpence each. If you do the multiplication...
Juror No. 2:
Ah! It would be sixteen pence!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. As I said, it doesn't add up. The figures are different. By fourpence, in fact. ...Or precisely one person's fare.
Judge:
One person's fare?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! In other words, on the omnibus that night... ...it's distinctly possible...there was another passenger we've heard nothing about!
Judge:
Good gracious!
Juror No. 5:
This, this can't be right! The coachmen of the guild are good, honest men, one and all! Trustworthiness is our watchword!
Juror No. 4:
The figures your coachman claims most certainly do not add up. Your watchword, good sir, is a fallacy!
Juror No. 5:
I beg your pardon?!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Guildmaster, I think you ought to consider that if this trial were to end now... ...the news will surely spread all over London. The news that one of your coachmen tried to hide the fact that he lets nefarious characters ride his omnibus.
Juror No. 5:
...! Alright then, how do I make it so this miserable trial doesn't end, hm?
Susato:
Well, according to my book here... ...you simply launch a ball of fire onto the innocent side of the set of scales!
Juror No. 1:
Now hold your horses there, coachman! We were all in agreement! Why do you have to go and-
Juror No. 5:
Wait till I get my hands on you, Beppo!!!
Juror No. 1:
Argh! This is all very irritating...
Juror No. 2:
Begging your pardon, sir, I'm going to do the same.
Juror No. 1:
For the love of Mike! Not you as well?!
Juror No. 2:
A penny can be the difference between a smile and a tear, after all. I certainly can't put my trust in someone who doesn't follow my exacting standards in financial matters.
Juror No. 1:
Oh really?
Juror No. 2:
I, for one, think it's only proper that we hear from the witnesses again.
Leads to:
"...Wait! That, that means..."
Juror No. 5:
Grrr! Beppo! This trial has to continue so I can get to the bottom of this corruption! Not guilty, I say!
Juror No. 6:
The scoundrel, stabbing that poor man on the floor! It beggars belief!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I, I really think you should stop waving that needle around...
Juror No. 6:
You heard what the good coachmen said before, didn't you? That hideous man stabbed the poor fellow! Just like this!
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes... That is what he said, you're right.
Juror No. 6:
......... McGilded Park is such a lovely little place, too. I've always enjoyed resting my legs there while I get on with my knitting. And I had thought that anyone who donated such a delightful place must be a fine fellow indeed. I suppose I was wrong. ......... Whoever would have thought he was a miserable, murdering moneylender with not a scrap of remorse?!
Ryunosuke:
(Oh help... She's as sure as sure can be that he's guilty now...)
Susato:
The old lady certainly seems to know her mind, doesn't she?
Pit against Juror No. 3's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are completely contradictory!
Judge:
Whaaat?! Explain, Counsel, post-haste!
Juror No. 6:
Oh dearie me! I, I was only knitting a jumper for my other half!
Juror No. 3:
What is all this claptrap? What does 'contradictory' even mean, I ask you?
Ryunosuke:
We've heard from more than one witness... ...that they allegedly saw the actual moment when the defendant stabbed the victim. Now, out of curiosity, juror number three...
Juror No. 3:
What?! Can't you see that I'm busy here?
Ryunosuke:
...How would you say the defendant stabbed the victim? What sort of motion was it?
Juror No. 3:
Ha! Want to test me, do you? It was like this! Stuck the fellow next to him without even getting up! Just like the prim banker said.
Judge:
Yes, that was Mr Fairplay's testimony. Quite true.
Ryunosuke:
Now then, juror number six...
Juror No. 6:
...Oh! Is that me, is it? What can I do for you, young man?
Ryunosuke:
How would you say the defendant stabbed the victim, madam?
Juror No. 6:
Oh, well dear, as far as I understand it... ...it was like this! He stabbed the poor man after he'd collapsed on the floor! ...The coachman said so.
Ryunosuke:
Now don't move! Take a look at these two jurors! 'He stuck the fellow next to him without even getting up!' And 'He stabbed the poor man after he'd collapsed on the floor!'
Judge:
Well I never! They're... They're stabbing in totally different directions!
Juror No. 3:
What?!
Juror No. 6:
Bless my stitches! What a muddle!
Ryunosuke:
What this tells us... ...is that there's a strong possibility one of the witnesses isn't telling the truth!
Juror No. 6:
Oh!
Juror No. 3:
But why?! Why the dickens would they lie?
Ryunosuke:
I don't know that yet. But what I do know... ...is that if the trial ends at this point, we may never find out! We may never know the real truth! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury! Can you really let that happen, in all good conscience?
Juror No. 6:
Lies, you say? Oh dearie me... I can't abide people telling lies!
Juror No. 2:
The, the scales...
Juror No. 5:
I don't believe it!
Juror No. 1:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
Waaaaaait! Now hear this, my fellow jurors: I warn you, you cannot listen to this man! Look at him, in his black suit! He's...he's...clearly some devious Eastern sorcerer using magic on us all!
Ryunosuke:
(If I could use magic, do you really think I'd be putting myself through all this?)
Juror No. 1:
Answer me this, Dark Jinx!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?! M-Me?
Juror No. 1:
What exactly is the problem? What of it if two witnesses have slightly different recollections of events?
Ryunosuke:
What of it?
Juror No. 1:
Let's say the shylock did stab the victim as he was sat next to him on the omnibus. And this young dandy saw him do it! And now let's say the victim collapsed on the floor, and then the shylock stabbed him again! And this old lady saw him do it! Well? What's to say it didn't happen like that, hm?
Juror No. 3:
Who are you calling a dandy, sir?! Why, I should take this knife to you!
Juror No. 6:
Who are you calling old?! Why, I should take this needle to you!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...they're ready to kill each other now... But could the foreman of the jury be right? Did the two witnesses see two different moments of the same crime?) 
It's possible
Ryunosuke:
Hm, it's true... There's an outside chance of almost anything you care to mention.
Juror No. 1:
Eeexactly the point I've been trying to make!
Susato:
Before you go any further, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! What is it, Miss Susato?
Susato:
...I think you should have a look through the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
......... Ah!
Susato:
You see? This evidence makes it quite clear. There isn't even an outside chance of what the juror is saying!
Ryunosuke:
(How did I miss that...?)
Leads to:
"Unfortunately, Mr Foreman..."
It's out of the question
Leads to:
"Unfortunately, Mr Foreman..."
Ryunosuke:
Unfortunately, Mr Foreman...
Juror No. 1:
Hm? What is it, you dark jinx? Come on, out with it!
Ryunosuke:
...What you're suggesting is impossible! It's out of the question!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Juror No. 1:
What, what are you talking about, man? How can you possibly say that? You, you do realise that I'm...I'm only doing my job! As foreman of the jury, I have a responsibility to steer everyone in the right direction. So where's your evidence, man? That's what we want to see! I say the two witnesses saw two different moments of the same crime. If you say that's out of the question, show me some proof!
Ryunosuke:
......... (It looks like the only way I'm going to convince him is to present him with something he can't dismiss. Some irrefutable hard evidence!) As you wish.
Juror No. 1:
What?
Ryunosuke:
I'll give you the proof. It's out of the question that the two witnesses saw two different moments of the same crime...as proven by... 
Present Autopsy Report (before Jurors No. 2 and 5 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is the victim's autopsy report. According to what's written here, Mr Mason was stabbed in the abdomen... ...only once.
Juror No. 1:
Eh?! Only once?!
Ryunosuke:
It's quite simple! The victim was stabbed precisely one time. Which means these witnesses can't possibly have seen it happen two different times!
Juror No. 3:
Huuurgh...grrr...hyuuurgh... Alright...I concede defeat!
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! You did it! If we can manage to change two more jurors' minds... ...we can force the trial to continue!
Ryunosuke:
Two more... (Actually... ...there is something else that's bothering me about a couple of their assertions.)
Susato:
Then that's where you must strike next!
Ryunosuke:
(So I need to pit two more jurors against each other and show there's another contradiction in their assertions.)
Susato:
Exactly! You can do it!
Judge:
Well, the Scales of Justice have shifted, but they still weigh heavy on the side of guilt. Counsel, you have the floor again. Continue with your summation examination!
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "I'm no lover of the rich, but I despise liars even more! Innocent is my call, for now at least!" and Juror No. 6's statement to "Dear me, you can't make accusations based on lies! I wonder if the poor man is innocent after all..."'
Present Autopsy Report (after Jurors No. 2 and 5 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is the victim's autopsy report. According to what's written here, Mr Mason was stabbed in the abdomen... ...only once.
Juror No. 1:
Eh?! Only once?!
Ryunosuke:
It's quite simple! The victim was stabbed precisely one time. Which means these witnesses can't possibly have seen it happen two different times!
Juror No. 3:
Huuurgh...grrr...hyuuurgh... Alright...I concede defeat!
Leads to:
"...Wait! That, that means..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
...this clear piece of evidence! Well, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
......... Do you know what they say about me, young man? They say I've got no powers of persuasion.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see... Erm... I'm sorry to hear that...?
Juror No. 1:
But no one will need persuading about this: You're even worse than me!
Ryunosuke:
Aaagh! (Two different moments... In other words, the victim was stabbed two times... Ah! But we have evidence that clearly contradicts that possibility!) If you'll allow me another chance...I'd like to present you with one more piece of evidence to consider.
Leads back to:
"It's out of the question that the two witnesses saw two different moments of the same crime...as proven by..."
Juror No. 6:
Dear me, you can't make accusations based on lies! I wonder if the poor man is innocent after all...
First time
Susato:
'Hm... So...we just need to find two jurors with contradictory statements and pit them against each other. ...Which is so much easier said than done!' Is that perhaps what were just thinking?
Ryunosuke:
How did you know?!
Susato:
Well, I took the liberty of doing some research, in case you happened to find yourself in just such a situation. Shall I read you what I found out? It is a little long, I'm afraid... 
Not right now
Susato:
'...If I have to rely on advice right from the start, how will I get on later? No, I need to work this out for myself now!' ...Is that perhaps what you were just thinking?
Ryunosuke:
How did you know?!
Susato:
Well, that sort of attitude...is most admirable, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(I know what I have to do. Let's listen to those assertions one more time...)
Please go ahead
Susato:
Very well. Listen to this... During the summation examination, you will hear the assertions of the six members of the jury. In this situation, the counsel for the defence should use [X / Y / R] and 'Pit' with impunity! Having done so, you will be able to compare the chosen assertion with those of the other jurors. Select the corresponding buttons to listen to the other jurors' assertions again. Note that you cannot choose the assertion of the juror you initially selected... ...nor can you choose assertions of jurors who have changed their leaning to 'not guilty' already. Once you've compared the various jurors' assertions... ...work out which two contradict each other, and then 'Pit' them together with [X / Y / R] to pull them apart!
Ryunosuke:
I see... (She wasn't joking when she said it was long.)
Susato:
The first step is to listen very carefully to what each individual juror has to say. Then I'm sure you'll start to see which ones might not quite agree with each other.
Ryunosuke:
Alright then... (Let's get this right now, so I never have to listen to that long and boring explanation again!)
Susato:
That's the spirit!
Subsequent times
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo? I took the liberty of doing some research to help us navigate a situation such as this... 
Not right now
Susato:
'...If I have to rely on advice right from the start, how will I get on later? No, I need to work this out for myself now!' ...Is that perhaps what you were just thinking?
Ryunosuke:
How did you know?!
Susato:
Well, that sort of attitude...is most admirable, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(I know what I have to do. Let's listen to those assertions one more time...)
Please go ahead
Susato:
Very well. Listen to this... During the summation examination, you will hear the assertions of the six members of the jury. In this situation, the counsel for the defence should use [X / Y / R] and 'Pit' with impunity! Having done so, you will be able to compare the chosen assertion with those of the other jurors. Select the corresponding buttons to listen to the other jurors' assertions again. Note that you cannot choose the assertion of the juror you initially selected... ...nor can you choose assertions of jurors who have changed their leaning to 'not guilty' already. Once you've compared the various jurors' assertions... ...work out which two contradict each other, and then 'Pit' them together with [X / Y / R] to pull them apart!
Ryunosuke:
I see... (She wasn't joking when she said it was long.)
Susato:
The first step is to listen very carefully to what each individual juror has to say. Then I'm sure you'll start to see which ones might not quite agree with each other.
Ryunosuke:
Alright then... (Let's get this right now, so I never have to listen to that long and boring explanation again!)
Susato:
That's the spirit!
Ryunosuke:
(...Wait! That, that means... ...four jurors are now leaning to not guilty!)
Susato:
We've done it, Mr Naruhodo! We've won!
Juror No. 1:
What are you playing at, you dandy fool?!
Juror No. 3:
Shut your trap, sir! No one deceives me!
Juror No. 1:
But we had a consensus!
Juror No. 3:
I said shut your trap! I know a liar when I see one! And if the chap ever dares to cross the threshold of my shop... ...I'll take this razor-sharp blade...and shave every last hair off his head!
Ryunosuke:
(Please tell me he's a barber...)
Judge:
Well! In a quite remarkable turn of events... ...the defence's summation examination has flipped the balance of the Scales of Justice! The jurors now stand at two for guilty...and four for not guilty! Accordingly, there is no longer a large enough majority among the jury for me to adjudicate... ...and the trial must continue! I hereby ask the defence, prosecution and witnesses to return to their places. And I call upon all of you to continue to pursue the truth!
Judge:
So...Lord Van Zieks. Continue to substantiate the case for the prosecution, if you please.
Van Zieks:
Having savoured the rich aroma of the carmine contents of this hallowed chalice... ...it may seem crass to crush it to dust. ...Pray forgive the discourtesy.
Judge:
L-Lord van Zieks!
Ryunosuke:
(Brrr... Is it cold in here, or is it just me?)
Van Zieks:
As your antiquated tome no doubt says, the prosecution may not speak during a summation examination. So I honoured a deathly silence...and listened to the charade. It seems I overestimated the intelligence of the jury.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Van Zieks:
...Well, no matter. There is nothing so hard to prove as a self-evident truth, it would seem. No... And why else would we grace the courtroom with our presence after all? So, let us proceed to the next round of battle. Bring forth the witnesses once more!
Van Zieks:
Witnesses! I trust you heard the summation examination we have just had to...endure?
Beppo:
Oh, y-yes, sir, that I did, sir.
Fairplay:
Of course I heard it!
Furst:
Oh yes, sir. I heard it.
Judge:
You, sir, on the end... The coachman. I believe it's 'Beppo'?
Beppo:
Y-Yes, sir, My Lord, sir?
Judge:
If it transpires that in your previous testimony... ...you were attempting to veil the presence of a fifth passenger on your omnibus... ...you will be found guilty of perjury! You are advised to bear that in mind, sir.
Beppo:
Uhhh... Oh mio Dio... Uhhh...
Judge:
Now then, witnesses. I hereby call on you to testify before the court again. You will explain the various misgivings brought to our attention by the defence's summation examination!
Witness Testimony
- Various Misgivings -
Beppo:
I, I only c-carried f-four passengers that night! I swear it! ...B-B-But, um...
Fairplay:
Well, I for one was told I had to pay fivepence for the bus.
Furst:
He fiddled us on the fare, he did! And then I saw that blood-curdling sight as well... It's all too much!
Fairplay:
I tell you, I saw McGilded stabbing that man! Everything I said before stands!
Beppo:
Oh yes... Yes, he s-s-stabbed him. Yes he did. ...I, I think so, yes.
Judge:
Counsel, make sense of this for me, please.
Van Zieks:
The phantom fifth passenger conjured into existence by my learned Eastern friend never existed. The confusion has arisen from the coachman's sly little... cozenage.
Beppo:
Uhhh...
Juror No. 5:
Beppo! Explain yourself!
Beppo:
I'm t-terribly sorry, G-G-Guildmaster!
Juror No. 5:
The guild's fare is fourpence across the board! You know that! Am I to understand that you've been overcharging our passengers by a penny a fare?
Beppo:
It's, it's so c-c-cold... And the last r-run of the day is always h-h-half empty...
Judge:
......... You have been dishonest, coachman.
Beppo:
Uhhh... I'm s-sorry...
Juror No. 5:
You're a disgrace, Beppo! A disgrace! And your selfish actions have brought dishonour on the entire guild!
Furst:
If I may, sir...? I had to pay tenpence on the bus just last week.
Juror No. 5:
WHAAAAAAT?
Susato:
Four passengers at fivepence each is... Yes, twenty pence. I've done the arithmetic ten times already, but I just can't make the result come out differently!
Ryunosuke:
...No, that...figures.
Judge:
Well, it would appear that one of the aforementioned misgivings has already been explained. So, Counsel for the Defense... Your cross-examination, if you please.
Van Zieks:
We've already had the pleasure of a protracted summation examination today. I see you intend to continue the parlour games.
Ryunosuke:
......... ...Absolutely!
Cross-Examination
- Various Misgivings -
Beppo:
I, I only c-carried f-four passengers that night! I swear it! ...B-B-But, um... 
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So, there were only four passengers on your carriage, but you didn't charge them the standard fourpence fare. Is that right?
Beppo:
......... It's, it's imp-p-possible to make the last run of the day p-p-pay! I was so c-c-cold, it was all I could d-do to stop myself p-p-passing out!
Ryunosuke:
...I'm getting chilblains just listening to you.
Beppo:
It was t-t-terrible! So I wanted to give myself a p-p-pat on the back for even keeping the b-bus running! Doesn't a d-dedicated coachman d-deserve an extra p-p-penny per p-p-p-p-passenger?
Ryunosuke:
...You're digging a deeper hole for yourself here... (If only there had been a fifth passenger on the omnibus that night... Then we would have had another suspect.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Fairplay:
Well, I for one was told I had to pay fivepence for the bus.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Does that mean everyone on board that night paid fivepence instead of four?
Furst:
Well, I paid fivepence, too, sir.
Fairplay:
And I just told you that I did.
Beppo:
A flat f-fare of fivepence across the b-b-board!
Ryunosuke:
(It's not something to be proud of...)
Van Zieks:
The so-called discrepancy my learned friend identified was nothing of the sort. Much like the phantom killer you so desperately needed, it's gone. Dead...and buried...
Ryunosuke:
(I'd have been happy if it had ever existed in the first place...)
Furst:
He fiddled us on the fare, he did! And then I saw that blood-curdling sight as well... It's all too much!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
This 'blood-curdling' sight... You mean the murder, I presume?
Furst:
Yes, sir!
Judge:
A loathsome sight. No one should have to witness the horror in the eyes of a man the moment his life is taken.
Furst:
Oh, well...not exactly, sir. I mean, I didn't actually see the exact moment the gent was stabbed.
Judge:
Good gracious! Really?
Van Zieks:
We have another witness who did, however. The banker has already testified to it.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, but Mr Furst didn't actually see the point at which the victim was killed. That may turn out to be very significant...)
Furst:
I heard the banker gent next to me take a sharp intake of breath, see. That's when I looked through the glass. That's, that's when I saw that horrible blade poking out from his belly, all covered in blood! Every time I see a knife now, I can't help screaming. Even when I'm eating...
Fairplay:
I tell you, I saw McGilded stabbing that man! Everything I said before stands!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you saw the defendant, Mr McGilded, stabbing the victim, Mr Mason, who was sitting next to him?
Fairplay:
...That's, that's what I said, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(It was bothering me before, this was. For just a brief moment, he hesitated before answering the question.)
Fairplay:
Anyway, there was only the two of them inside the carriage, wasn't there?
Van Zieks:
...There's been much talk of a fifth passenger. But as yet...zero evidence.
Fairplay:
Then what are we wasting all this time for, eh? It's black and white! The man's guilty!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Something about Mr Fairplay's testimony just...jars with me... I wish I could work out what it was...)
Beppo:
Oh yes... Yes, he s-s-stabbed him. Yes he did. ...I, I think so, yes.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Earlier, you testified that you saw the moment when the defendant allegedly stabbed the victim, didn't you?
Beppo:
Oh, yes. Yes, that's right.
Ryunosuke:
You said that the victim was on the floor, and described the assailant holding the knife in an ice pick grip.
Beppo:
......... I, I suppose... ...I m-might have...you know. Yes... P-P-Put the c-cart before the horse, maybe...
Judge:
What's this?
Beppo:
Well, I'm q-quite sure about m-most of it... I was d-driving the horses when I heard a scream f-f-from the seats on the roof deck.
Furst:
Oh! I expect that was me, sir.
Beppo:
Then when I t-t-turned around...yes. Yes, I s-saw it through the skylight. The g-gentleman was on the floor, and the knife was s-sticking up out of his m-m-midriff. That's right, yes. And the f-f-fellow holding the h-handle was the f-famous man. Yes.
Ryunosuke:
So, in short... ...you didn't see the moment when the victim was actually stabbed at all?
Beppo:
......... ...I, I r-really thought that I did, b-b-but... ...but when I g-go over it again in my head... ...no. I, I suppose I d-didn't actually see the p-precise moment of the s-stabbing, did I?
Pursue Bruce Fairplay
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that, Mr Fairplay?
Fairplay:
Now you listen to me! I know what you're thinking! 'He didn't really see the exact moment the fellow was stabbed! What are the chances of that?' ...Eh?
Ryunosuke:
...Are you asking me or telling me? (He's getting flustered. I might be able to extract some new information from him if I answer him cleverly... Could he have just happened to see the exact moment the crime was committed?)
No chance!
Ryunosuke:
Well, it is a little hard to believe, certainly. Unless you spend your time peeping through a skylight on the top of an omnibus, that is.
Leads to:
"Peeping?!"
Some days are like that
Ryunosuke:
Well, I suppose some days are like that. Sooner or later you'll see something you wish you hadn't... ...if you're always peeping through a skylight on the top of an omnibus.
Leads to:
"Peeping?!"
Fairplay:
Peeping?! I'm a, a respectable city banker, I'll have you know! And I know what I saw! I remember it as clear as a Ballarat day! It was a grim scene, I don't mind telling you...
Judge:
Thank you, Mr Fairplay.
Fairplay:
Oh! Excuse me if I was getting a little hot under the collar there, My Lord.
Judge:
I would ask you to supplement your testimony with a clear statement about what exactly you saw.
Fairplay:
Oh, I can do that alright. I'll tell you just how grim it was!
Adds statement "D'you think I'd forget the sight of those blood-soaked hands after that butcher stabbed the man?!"
Beppo:
In, in fact, now that I c-c-come to think of it... ...it, it m-m-must've already happened when I heard the scream...
Juror No. 1:
Ah!
Juror No. 3:
Of course!
Juror No. 5:
That goes without saying!
Ryunosuke:
(But I really wish he had said it earlier...)
Van Zieks:
The autopsy report makes it quite clear that the victim was stabbed only once. Which means... ...the banker was witness to the fatal wound that ended Mr Mason's life.
Judge:
Hm...
Fairplay:
D'you think I'd forget the sight of those blood-soaked hands after that butcher stabbed the man?!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Blood-soaked?!
Fairplay:
Ahem! Well, perhaps 'soaked' is laying it on a little thick, but... But anyway! There was definitely blood all over them. Both of them were covered in it!
Ryunosuke:
And you saw that from the roof? Through the skylight?
Fairplay:
Well, the skylight's reasonably large, so I had a pretty good view. And there was a lamp on inside the carriage as well. So I'm quite sure of what I saw!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm...this banker's latest statement... I feel sure there's something not quite right about it.)
Susato:
When you feel something doesn't add up, Mr Naruhodo... ...that's when you should have a good look through the Court Record!
Present Defendant's Leather Gloves
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Blood-soaked...hands?"
Ryunosuke:
(Not long ago, this trial very nearly came to an end. Somehow, we've managed to keep our chances alive here. I can't waste this cross-examination! I have to use it to bring some new facts to light!)
Susato:
Hm, if you're not careful when you press these witnesses... ...the danger is that the jury will end up believing something...unhelpful, as they did before.
Ryunosuke:
Maybe. ...But we can't let the fear of that happening stop us from uncovering important new information.
Susato:
...! Yes, you're so right.
Ryunosuke:
(I need to pay careful attention here. I don't want to miss even a flicker of a reaction among these witnesses!)
Susato:
Remember, if you happen to spot one of the witnesses reacting in a strange way... ...don't hesitate to pursue them as to the reason!
Ryunosuke:
Blood-soaked...hands?
Fairplay:
Well, I admit that 'soaked' might be laying it on a little thick, but... But anyway! There was definitely blood all over them. Both of them were covered in it!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I'm very sorry to disagree, Mr Fairplay, but that's more than a little peculiar.
Fairplay:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Here are the gloves worn by the defendant, Mr McGilded, on the night in question.
Fairplay:
Oh...yes...right...
Ryunosuke:
And there certainly does appear to be a sizeable dark-coloured stain there. But, as I'm sure you can clearly see... ...it's only on the right-hand glove.
Fairplay:
Arrrrgh!
Ryunosuke:
In short, Mr Fairplay... ...your testimony is inconsistent!
Fairplay:
Gyaaagh! But, but...no! That can't be right!
Juror No. 6:
So you're the liar here then!
Fairplay:
Gargh!
Juror No. 3:
That's right! You were quite clear about it. You said - Hyuurgh! - it was both hands!
Fairplay:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Fairplay. If your last statement was a lie... ...it calls your entire testimony into question. You say you saw the moment the victim was stabbed. ...But is that really the truth?!
Fairplay:
Argh! I...well... I...
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
It was a simple mistake. You can't justify accusing this man of lying! Yes, it wasn't both hands; it was only one. But the fact remains... ...the victim's blood was on the accused!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No! Mr Fairplay categorically stated that he saw blood 'all over both hands'! Which means there's a strong possibility that this witness was deliberately trying to mislead the court!
Fairplay:
Gaaargh! Why? Why?! I'm a city banker, for pity's sake! My word should be...the gold standard! I'm a gentleman, not some guttersnipe! Upstanding members of society don't prevaricate!
Ryunosuke:
(He's claiming to have no reason to lie... But is that really the case?)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! If we had some evidence to explain why Mr Fairplay might be lying... ...it could turn the tide in this trial completely!
Ryunosuke:
(Something to show this man has a compelling reason to lie in his testimony...) 
There's no evidence
Ryunosuke:
Yes. ...If only we had some evidence like that.
Judge:
Hmph. So the defence has nothing?
Fairplay:
Whew...
Susato:
Ah! Mr Naruhodo! Did you see that?
Ryunosuke:
Yes... He let out an audible sigh of relief. (Does that mean there IS some evidence that would show why he might lie?)
Susato:
I think perhaps...we should consult the Court Record again. From Mr Fairplay's reaction, I wonder if there's some evidence we haven't properly examined yet.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, we ought to look at everything in as much detail as possible!) My Lord!
Judge:
Yes, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
The defence is ready to present evidence! Evidence that will clearly demonstrate why Mr Fairplay had reason to lie in his testimony!
Judge:
I'm afraid, Counsel... ...that before I can allow that to happen, I shall have to penalise you for that reckless about-turn.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (I suppose that's fair play...)
Leads to:
"...Very well."
I have evidence
Ryunosuke:
My Lord!
Judge:
Yes, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
The defence is ready to present evidence!
Judge:
By Jove! Are you sure?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Evidence that will clearly demonstrate why Mr Fairplay had reason to lie in his testimony!
Fairplay:
GAAARGH!!!
Leads to:
"...Very well."
Judge:
...Very well. I hereby call on the defence to present its evidence. The evidence that demonstrates a motive for the witness's alleged deception of the court! 
Present Debtors' Ledger (after examining writing)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This is a list of the debtors who owe money to Mr McGilded."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Yes... I believe this evidence does indeed demonstrate a deception of sorts. The deception by the defence that it is in any way competent.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Van Zieks:
A deception that won't pass muster in a British court of law, my...unlearned friend. Here's to that message being carved into your mind.
Ryunosuke:
Uwaaaaaagh!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... I wonder if perhaps there are some details we've overlooked in the Court Record. Do you think it might be wise to check over all the evidence again?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, it looks like I need to thoroughly examine every piece of evidence we have...)
Leads back to:
"...Very well."
Ryunosuke:
This is a list of the debtors who owe money to Mr McGilded.
Van Zieks:
...Yes, a list of innocent victims, crippled by the accused's extortion.
Ryunosuke:
The point is, among the names of these debtors is your name... ...Mr Bruce Fairplay.
Fairplay:
...!
Judge:
What?! Mr Fairplay! Are you currently indebted financially to the accused?
Fairplay:
Arrrgh! No! Well...it's, it's barely worthy of being called a debt...
Ryunosuke:
According to this ledger, you owe twenty guineas. Not an inconsiderable sum of money, wouldn't you say?
Fairplay:
Argh! Well, well what of it?!
Ryunosuke:
Let's suppose Mr McGilded were to be found guilty of murder... What would become of your debt in that case?
Judge:
Hm, these documents state that the loan agreement is forged between two individual parties. Therefore, were the creditor - the defendant here - to be sentenced to a capital punishment... ...all outstanding debts which were owed to him would be annulled. They would cease to exist.
Susato:
Cease to exist?!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Fairplay! Is it not the case that you claimed in your testimony to have seen something you never in fact saw... ...in a devious attempt...to annul your debt of twenty guineas to the defendant!
Fairplay:
Gugh... GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! ...Mr Bruce Fairplay!
Fairplay:
Y-Yes, My Laaarghd?
Judge:
Let me ask you again. And be aware that your answer may have most serious implications upon your future, sir.
Fairplay:
Grrr...
Judge:
Did you or did you not... ...see the precise moment in time at which the defendant is alleged to have thrust a knife into the victim?
Fairplay:
......... .........
Ryunosuke:
Your silence speaks volumes! You did NOT tell the truth in your testimony!
Fairplay:
Alright! Now let's not make a melodrama out of this. Perhaps I did...overstate the truth a pinch.
Ryunosuke:
A pinch?
Fairplay:
But it makes no difference! I definitely remember seeing blood on McGilded's hands! Both of them!
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
And yet! Only one of the defendant's gloves, which we have here as evidence, is stained!
Fairplay:
Grrr... So you keep saying!
Furst:
......... I, I wonder if I might be allowed to speak, sir?
Judge:
Go ahead, Mr Furst.
Furst:
Well, the thing is...I think I remember seeing it myself, as it happens.
Ryunosuke:
Seeing what?
Furst:
The blood, sir. On the assailant's hands. I think... Yes, I'm, I'm almost sure that it was on both of his hands, not just one.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? WHAAAT?!
Judge:
Hmph. It would appear that we're going to need further testimony from all you witnesses. This time, I would like to know precisely what you DID and what you did NOT see! ...Do I make myself perfectly clear?
Fairplay:
Y-Yaaarghsss...
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! This is good news! The course of the trial seems to have shifted slightly at last!
Ryunosuke:
Yes! (I might finally have a chance to turn things around here...) 
Witness Testimony
- What the Witnesses Really Saw -
Fairplay:
There was blood on both hands of the assailant. I sincerely and distinctly remember that!
However...I, I suppose you might say that I didn't see the exact moment the stabbing transpired...if that matters.
Furst:
I remember seeing the knife. And, and I remember seeing both of the attacker's hands with blood on them.
Beppo:
I, I d-didn't actually s-see anything myself. No. N-Not until I h-heard that scream.
Fairplay:
Anyway, the fact remains! There can't have been anyone else inside that carriage, or we all would have seen!
Judge:
Well, lo and behold... ...in truth of fact, not one of you was witness to the crucial moment the crime was perpetrated!
Fairplay:
I, I apologise, My Lord! But... But honestly... Argh! There was no one else inside that carriage, and the man's hands were covered in blood! Grrr... That much incriminating evidence is tantamount to saying we saw the man do it!
Ryunosuke:
That's...really not what testimony is about.
Van Zieks:
...Let us examine the interior of the omnibus once more. The victim's fresh blood is clearly visible on the seat, corroborating the witnesses' accounts. In other words, there is no substantial - nor significant - change in the facts of the case.
Judge:
Hm... Very well. Your cross-examination, please, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- What the Witnesses Really Saw -
Fairplay:
There was blood on both hands of the assailant. I sincerely and distinctly remember that!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
No! The evidence tells us otherwise! We have the gloves the defendant was wearing on the night in question in the Court Record.
Fairplay:
I'm well aware of that, sir. But nevertheless... ...I know what I saw and I stand by it! The man had blood on both his hands!
Ryunosuke:
(He's defiant, even in the face of hard evidence. He's steadfastly refusing to admit that he might be mistaken about what he saw... But why?)
Van Zieks:
Your reasoning...is dire.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
One hand or two, the salient point remains unchanged! Minutes after the grim crime, the victim's blood dripped guiltily from the accused's fingers!
Judge:
Hmmm...
Fairplay:
However...I, I suppose you might say that I didn't see the exact moment the stabbing transpired...if that matters.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Don't try to downplay this! Whether or not you saw the exact moment of the crime... ...is a matter of fundamental importance, as well you know!
Fairplay:
Argh! But... For crying out loud, we all know that no one else could possibly have done it! I was just - Grrr - trying to save us all some time!
Ryunosuke:
You have a loan of twenty guineas outstanding with the defendant, do you not?
Fairplay:
Hmph!
Ryunosuke:
Had you hoped to release yourself from that financial burden by ensuring the defendant was found guilty?
Fairplay:
I...well... Argh! That's not entirely...not...what I was hoping for... Argh! I, I just lost a little guinea or...ten when I backed the wrong horse in the Derby, that's all. Grrr... I was going to win it all back! There's a fixture this weekend that's a sure thing!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (A 'little' guinea or ten?)
Fairplay:
I'm a banker! No one bats an eye if I borrow a little spending money for the weekend!
Judge:
......... I think you may have revealed rather more about your character than you bargained for, sir.
Van Zieks:
This witness's scruples are not on trial here. ...Proceed to the next witness.
Ryunosuke:
(Is, is that really how it's supposed to work...?)
Furst:
I remember seeing the knife. And, and I remember seeing both of the attacker's hands with blood on them.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You definitely saw that, too? Blood on both hands?
Furst:
...Yes, sir. I mean, I, I know what you're going to say. Only one of Mr McGilded's gloves has any signs of blood on it.
Judge:
That's right.
Furst:
The thing is...as far as I remember, sir... ...when I looked down and saw Mr McGilded sitting beside the other fellow... ...I don't believe he was wearing any gloves, sir.
Ryunosuke:
He wasn't wearing these gloves?
Furst:
That's correct, sir. And I saw the blood on both his bare hands quite clearly.
Ryunosuke:
(It's true that the dark-coloured stain on the dark leather gloves wouldn't have been easy to see...)
Van Zieks:
...I should point out that the police officer who apprehended the accused on the night in question... ...reported that there was no trace of blood on Mr McGilded's gloved hands.
Ryunosuke:
(There wasn't blood on his hands...?)
Judge:
Hm. This is puzzling indeed.
Ryunosuke:
(This must be significant somehow. I'm sure of it!)
Beppo:
I, I d-didn't actually s-see anything myself. No. N-Not until I h-heard that scream.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You didn't see anything?
Beppo:
Oh, yes sir. That is to say, no sir, I d-didn't. Very sorry about what I s-s-said before, sir. Very sorry, yes. It, it was very wrong of me to m-m-make up stories and s-say I saw him s-stab the man. ...W-Wouldn't you agree, sir?
Fairplay:
Hmph! I know what you're insinuating! But I certainly wasn't making up stories!
Ryunosuke:
Still, to say you saw nothing isn't right either, is it?
Beppo:
No no, sir. I saw n-n-nothing at all.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Beppo! You were driving your horses! ...At the very least, you, um... You must have enjoyed a good view of London's streets, no?
Beppo:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Oh, please... You didn't even see that?
Beppo:
It, it was so c-cold that night, you see. It was all I c-could do to k-k-keep from passing out, sir. Yes, my h-h-head was fairly f-frozen solid. S-Sorry to say, sir.
Van Zieks:
...It would seem prudent... ...to avoid travel on the last omnibus service of London's cold winter nights.
Juror No. 5:
Beppoooooo!
Beppo:
Agh!
Fairplay:
Anyway, the fact remains! There can't have been anyone else inside that carriage, or we all would have seen!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And everything you saw of the incident was through the skylight on the roof of the omnibus?
Fairplay:
That's right. It was fiercely cold that night, but the glass wasn't frosted over.
Furst:
Oh yes! I remember I was shivering, it was so bitter.
Judge:
Which rather begs the question of why the pair of you were sitting on the roof deck in the first place.
Fairplay:
Well I don't know about this young fellow, but I couldn't enter the cabin.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? Why not?
Fairplay:
It was locked from the inside. I tried knocking, but no one opened the door.
Ryunosuke:
It was locked?
Fairplay:
That's right! And it's a public bus service, for pity's sake! That's not what I call fair play!
Furst:
Yes, I had exactly the same experience. I tried knocking, but the gent inside just gestured at me to clear off! So I had no choice but to climb up to the roof deck and look down longingly into the warm cabin below.
Fairplay:
Well I can assure you I wasn't just looking down! I was glaring! Long and hard! And that's precisely why I can tell you with absolute confidence... ...that if there was anyone else at all in the cabin, I would have noticed!
Van Zieks:
......... Unequivocal, I would say.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not sure about these two witnesses. Could they really have seen everything inside the cabin through the skylight?) 
They would have seen everything
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose they would have had a bird's-eye view from the roof. And birds generally have very keen eyesight, so...) Thank you, that's all clear. What you've said does make sense.
Judge:
Very good. Continue with the cross-examination, Counsel.
Leads back to cross-examination
They might not have been able to
Leads to:
"Allow me to confirm one thing, Mr Fairplay..."
Susato:
Mr Fairplay didn't see Mr Mason being stabbed at all! That's a hugely significant change in the facts of the case!
Ryunosuke:
And there's something else that occurred to me whilst listening to the witnesses' latest testimony. Two of them are recounting what they saw through the skylight in the omnibus roof.
Susato:
I know it's a large window and certainly affords a good view of the inside, but... Well, I think perhaps we ought to confirm what they're saying with our own eyes as much as possible.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Susato:
I mean that we can examine the evidence firsthand. The omnibus is here in the courtroom after all.
Ryunosuke:
(That's a good idea. And we can consider the witnesses' statements while we're looking around.)
Ryunosuke:
Allow me to confirm one thing, Mr Fairplay... You were riding this omnibus... ...and witnessed the events in the cabin through the skylight in the floor of the upper deck. Is that right?
Fairplay:
That's right, yes.
Ryunosuke:
In that case... ...there is a portion of the cabin interior that would have been out of sight from you.
Fairplay:
What?!
Furst:
By golly! Really?!
Ryunosuke:
Obviously at this stage we can't say for sure... ...but the possibility cannot be denied... ...that at the time of the incident, there could have been another passenger in the enclosed cabin of the omnibus!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Enough hypothetical meandering! ...My Nipponese friend. The prosecution demands that you substantiate your claims. After all, the scene of the crime is here...in the flesh.
Judge:
Very well, I will uphold the prosecution's demand. You will identify the area on this cross-sectional plan of the omnibus. Where exactly in the omnibus are you suggesting that this potential extra passenger could have been situated? 
Present seat on right inside the cabin
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Both rows of seats on the roof face in the direction of travel."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Here, My Lord! In this location, an extra passenger could have been completely hidden from view!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
If you believe that to be true, Counsel, then may I suggest you attempt to conceal yourself there?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
And here's to you never seeing the light of day again!
Ryunosuke:
Aaagh! (Ugh, whatever's in that hallowed chalice, it has a very bitter aftertaste...)
Susato:
It pains me to say it, Mr Naruhodo, but that was, well... bitterly disappointing.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...there's bitterness in the air, it seems...
Judge:
Hmph. Perhaps you'd like to reconsider your answer, Counsel?
Leads back to:
"You will identify the area on this cross-sectional plan of the omnibus."
Ryunosuke:
Both rows of seats on the roof face in the direction of travel. Whereas the seats in the enclosed cabin face each other. Which means... ...the visible part of the cabin, which passengers on the roof deck can see through the skylight... ...is as I've drawn here.
Judge:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. As you can see... ...the seat opposite the one on which the victim and his attacker were sitting is obscured from view. In other words, if someone had been sitting on that seat... ...it's quite possible that these witnesses would have been completely unaware of it!
Fairplay:
GAAAAAARGH!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
'It's quite possible' some phantom was sitting there? You Nipponese have a forbidding habit of obscuring the truth with ambiguity.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
I concur with the prosecution's rejoinder. In a British court of law, evidence is paramount. I cannot entertain this conjecture, Counsel. That is, unless you're able to put a name to this mysterious passenger to whom you allude?
Susato:
Can you, Mr Naruhodo?!
Ryunosuke:
......... (I honestly don't know. Who could it have been...? Who could have been in the other seat, which was out of sight from the witnesses on the roof deck?)
I have an inkling
Ryunosuke:
I understand, My Lord.
Leads to:
"The defence would like to put forward a name."
I have no idea
Ryunosuke:
(...Ugh! I have literally no idea...)
Susato:
But as a proud citizen of the Japanese Empire... ...you will look to the sky and walk on, making sure all signs of tears are gone! ...Go on!
Ryunosuke:
This isn't just a case of 'going on', Miss Susato.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Al-Alright then! I'll...go on!
Leads to:
"The defence would like to put forward a name."
Ryunosuke:
The defence would like to put forward a name.
Van Zieks:
...You are a fool. That response was a desperate attempt by a man who has no notion of his own limitations. A toast! ...To hard lessons, not yet learnt!
Judge:
Let us not delay, Counsel. The defence is still to name the passenger in the other seat.
Ryunosuke:
(This could be it! This could be the chance I've been waiting for to turn the trial in my favour.) On that night... On the night of the murder... ...the person occupying the seat in the omnibus cabin that was obscured from view was...
Present Magnus McGilded profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The passenger in the enclosed cabin that the witnesses on the roof deck failed to see..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Concealed in the blind spot of the cabin that night... was none other than THIS unexpected passenger!
Van Zieks:
...Whatever so-called 'logic' you used to arrive at that conclusion, it matters not. Because your answer has made one thing abundantly clear... ...the real blind spot is inside your head. ...And it would appear to be unusually large.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (You could have just said that's not right...)
Susato:
...Mr Naruhodo. Our task here is to defend Mr McGilded. And...we are working on the assumption that he is innocent of the crime.
Ryunosuke:
Um, yes, of course. ...Why?
Susato:
That must mean, then, that there was someone else inside the omnibus with Mr McGilded. The true culprit.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. Exactly what I've been- Oh! Of course! So the two people sitting inside the cabin that the witnesses saw through the skylight that night... (They were the victim...and the real culprit...)
Susato:
...It does seem... ...as though we've all been making a false assumption.
Ryunosuke:
(The witnesses weren't looking at Mr McGilded at all. Meaning he has to have been sitting somewhere else...)
Judge:
Let us not delay, Counsel. The defence is still to name the passenger in the other seat.
Leads back to:
"This could be it!"
Ryunosuke:
The passenger in the enclosed cabin that the witnesses on the roof deck failed to see... ...has to have been Mr Magnus McGilded.
Fairplay:
Mc...?
Furst:
Mr McGilded?!
Judge:
What are you talking about, Counsel? That's the name of the defendant!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...If I desecrate this chamber by smashing my hallowed chalice...do forgive the discourtesy.
Judge:
Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
People talk of those tiny island nations in the Far East as having a learning and culture of their own. ...But I see they use the terms ill-advisedly.
Ryunosuke:
What are you trying to say?
Van Zieks:
Let me explain in terms that even a student of an artless backwater such as yourself might understand... When the bloody scene unfolded, the victim and his assailant were sitting side by side. Multiple witnesses have attested to the fact. It's the very premise on which this case is built!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But that premise...may be wrong.
Van Zieks:
...What?
Ryunosuke:
If the victim really was sitting beside Mr McGilded... ...it creates an inconsistency that can't be reconciled in any way.
Judge:
What inconsistency, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
The defendant's gloves, My Lord.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Both witnesses made the same testimony. They claim that there was blood on both hands of the person sitting next to the victim.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Yet we know the truth to be otherwise. Only one glove bears the gory remains.
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
The point is! ...Even in the face of this irrefutable evidence, both witnesses have maintained their stance.
Judge:
Yes, their testimony remains unchanged.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. They both adamantly swear... ...that they clearly remember seeing blood on both hands of the assailant. In short! Their memory of events is correct...and their testimony reveals the truth!
Fairplay:
...!
Ryunosuke:
It was somebody else sitting beside the victim that night. A third party we have yet to identify. And the victim's blood was on that passenger's hands! Both of them!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
And who was this 'third party'?
Ryunosuke:
Obviously...the true culprit!
Judge:
Ex-traordinary! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! What exactly are you postulating?
Van Zieks:
 
Van Zieks:
The defence's postulation is just that! Nothing more than conjecture! The witnesses have clearly stated...that they saw the accused!
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
But when elaborating on his testimony... ...Mr Fairplay said, 'The two of them were wearing hats and I couldn't exactly make out their faces.'
Fairplay:
Hm... Yes... The tops of their heads were obscured by the roof. I could see the rest of them, though.
Furst:
Yes, that's right. Both gents were most certainly hatted. Hatters do tend to notice such things, sir.
Judge:
And what particular styles of hat did the two gentlemen sport, Mr Furst?
Furst:
......... I'm afraid I...don't remember.
Ryunosuke:
(And you call yourself a hatter...?)
Van Zieks:
The style of hat makes no difference! There was no third passenger in that cabin!
Ryunosuke:
How can you be sure?
Van Zieks:
Because if there had been... ...the accused, Mr McGilded, would undoubtedly have offered to depose the fact!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Unless, that is, you are proposing an even more preposterous explanation? That the accused failed even to notice the presence of the true culprit in the very cabin in which he travelled?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (He's right... If there was another person travelling in the enclosed cabin of the omnibus... ...it's inconceivable that Mr McGilded would have been unaware of it.) 
Judge:
Ordaaar! There is clearly a simple solution to this 'problem'.
Van Zieks:
Bring the accused, Mr McGilded, to the stand?
Judge:
Well, what say you, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
The prosecution objects, My Lord.
Judge:
On what grounds?
Van Zieks:
As a suspect, he will have already made a full statement to the police.
Ryunosuke:
But, but what if there's some reason why he's unable to speak freely?
Van Zieks:
Magnus McGilded is no uneducated ruffian.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
If it indeed turns out the man has been withholding information... ...you can be sure it will have been a most deliberate act.
Judge:
Hm... Counsel for the Defence, what is your opinion?
Ryunosuke:
My Lord... (Should we ask Mr McGilded to testify...or not?) 
Demand his testimony
Leads to:
"Yes, we need to hear what he has to say in order to find out the truth."
Leave well alone
Ryunosuke:
......... (Ugh...I can't get the words out...) 
Susato:
I understand, Mr Naruhodo. The idea that Mr McGilded may be hiding something must be playing on your mind. The truth could be far more disturbing than we realised.
Ryunosuke:
But...that's all the more reason... ...why there's only one course of action here. To believe in my client. That's what Kazuma taught me.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Whenever I'm not sure what to do, I feel like I can hear him guiding me.
Susato:
Then that's what we must do.
Leads to:
"Yes, we need to hear what he has to say in order to find out the truth."
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, we need to hear what he has to say in order to find out the truth.) The defence would like to call Mr McGilded to the stand!
Judge:
Hm... In that case, I would like to hear the opinion of the jury.
Juror No. 1:
Ah, yes, erm... I need a little time to consider this...
Juror No. 2:
If you ask me, I think we should hear what Mr McGilded has to say.
Juror No. 3:
Get the man out here, I say!
Juror No. 4:
It would be utterly illogical not to hear his testimony.
Juror No. 5:
When something needs doing, get it done! That's how I run things at the guild!
Juror No. 6:
Hearing what the patron of my favourite little park has to say? Oh yes, that would be lovely.
Juror No. 1:
Yes! The jury says the man must be heard!
Judge:
Very well. The court will hear the defendant's testimony. Bailiff! Show the defendant to the stand at once!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Now, maybe what actually happened that night... ...will finally become clear.) 
Judge:
Let proceedings be resumed. Mr McGilded... ...have you been listening to the discourse of the day?
McGilded:
To be sure I have, My Lord.
Judge:
There are now two matters on which the court desires to hear from you. The first... ...is whether or not there was a third party with you in the omnibus cabin, as proposed by the defence. The second... ...is that if such a person was indeed present, why did you conceal that fact from the police?
McGilded:
......... Begad, no! 'Tis not in my nature to hide anytin' at all.
Van Zieks:
Just answer the questions, please.
McGilded:
The truth of the matter is, I've been desperate about this all along. Do I tell youse all, or keep me mouth shut?
Ryunosuke:
...! Tell us what, Mr McGilded?
Van Zieks:
.........
McGilded:
The fine fella representin' me is absolutely right. In the carriage on the night with meself and the other man, there was another passenger.
Judge:
It's true?!
McGilded:
Aye, and 'twas me who helped the little urchin get away after it all happened.
Ryunosuke:
You... WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Van Zieks:
......... No, Magnus McGilded. That convenient excuse can't save you now.
McGilded:
I'm truly sorry, so I am, Lord van Zieks! I'm sure you'll be wantin' to know why I said nuttin' when I was taken in by the police. I do be havin' a very good reason, I assure you.
Judge:
Which was...?
McGilded:
Well, the little child was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and not in any way involved, you see.
Van Zieks:
What?
McGilded:
If the police had known the wee one was there... ...they'd have assumed she'd done it. They'd have hauled her into this here courtroom, just like meself. I was only tryin' to spare her that. ...Young hearts and young minds are easily damaged, My Lord.
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Hm... And who was this young child of whom you speak?
McGilded:
That...I don't know.
Judge:
You don't know?
McGilded:
Aye, well, the wee ting just happened to be in the carriage that night. I never saw her before or since.
Van Zieks:
 
Van Zieks:
We have absolutely no reason to believe this man. The prosecution calls for the witness's statements to be disregarded by the court.
McGilded:
You know, I wouldn't be surprised... ...if the urchin isn't here in this courtroom as we speak, listenin' to the proceedings.
Ryunosuke:
What?
*BANG!*Ah! Smoke!AAAAAAGH!Fire! There's a fire!Look! Someone's trying to get away!*Cough!* After them!It's no use! *Cough, cough!*I, I can't see anything through all this smoke!
Ryunosuke:
What is going on?!
Susato:
Be careful, Mr Naruhodo! Cover your face!
Van Zieks:
Bailiff! Don't let the accused escape! Secure the omnibus!
Judge:
I hereby call an emergency recess! Bailiff! Ensure the defendant is in custody, and clear the courtroom!
Ryunosuke:
We were hurriedly removed from the smoke-filled courtroom by the bailiff... ...amid scenes of chaos as people stumbled over one another in their desperation to flee the chamber. We had no idea what was happening. All we knew was that, for the time being at least, the trial was suspended.
To be continued...
18th February, 12:52 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
(What on earth just happened in there?)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! I've managed to find out what happened!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato!
Susato:
I was told it was an advanced form of 'smoke grenade'. A type of exploding device that releases smoke.
Ryunosuke:
A smoke grenade? It, it sounds like the sort of thing ninjas use!
Susato:
They're just making sure everything is safe now. I think the trial will start again before long.
Ryunosuke:
But...who would have done something like that?
Susato:
The police managed to catch someone who was trying to flee the courtroom, apparently.
Ryunosuke:
Flee the courtroom? Why?
Susato:
Well, it's a young girl of around fifteen, I hear.
Ryunosuke:
A young girl? Then, could it be...? ...the other passenger that Mr McGilded was just talking about?!
Susato:
My thoughts exactly!
Ryunosuke:
(So he wasn't lying...) Oh! What's become of Mr McGilded, actually? There are so many things I need to ask him about. But he's not here!
Susato:
I think he was summoned to the prosecutor's antechamber to answer questions. Along with the young girl.
Ryunosuke:
Who is she, I wonder? And what was she even doing here at the trial? (She was taking a huge risk, and for what possible benefit to herself?)
Susato:
There's another matter that's troubling me.
Ryunosuke:
What's that?
Susato:
The 'twenty pence'.
Ryunosuke:
Hm? Oh...um...
Susato:
According to the coachman, Mr Beppo... ...he took four passengers that night, at a fare of fivepence each. That comes to a total of twenty pence exactly.
Ryunosuke:
But now it seems there were in fact five passengers.
Susato:
Which means the figures don't seem to add up again.
Ryunosuke:
Er... (She's right. That is strange...)
Bailiff:
Counsel for the Defence! Kindly proceed into the courtroom! The trial will recommence in five minutes!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Thank you, Officer. We'll go in straight away.
Susato:
Well... ...whoever she is, I imagine this young girl will be asked to take the stand and testify now. I really can't imagine what she's going to say. But it could alter the whole direction of the trial!
Ryunosuke:
...We'll know soon enough, Miss Susato.
Susato:
Yes!
18th February, 1:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Examine evidence
Omnibus
Door
Bloodstain on floor
Ryunosuke:
That's...blood, isn't it? .........
Susato:
Is something wrong?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, it's just... Well, this bloodstain is so obvious, that's all. And yet van Zieks has made no mention of it.
Susato:
...I suppose that does seem a little strange.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Why do I have such a bad feeling about this...?)
Handle under seat
Storage space
Ryunosuke:
This is a storage compartment, but there's nothing in here. It's totally empty. ......... (...Something doesn't seem right here, but I can't put my finger on what it is...)
Ryunosuke:
There's the young girl next to Mr McGilded, look. She must have been the one who caused the disturbance before.
Judge:
Well, after that rather eventful recess, the court will now resume the trial of Mr Magnus McGilded. Now then, Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
My Lord?
Judge:
I believe you have established the cause of the smoke which veiled proceedings earlier?
Van Zieks:
It seems to have been an advanced form of 'smoke grenade', of the sort typically employed by the army.
Judge:
Good gracious! The army?! What in the devil's name...?
Van Zieks:
It was an elaborate attempt by a young girl to cloak her escape from the public gallery. But she was caught. ...And now occupies the stand.
Judge:
Hm... Your name, girl?
???:
.........
Judge:
Are you responsible for the smoke grenade which induced such pandemonium here in my courtroom?
???:
.........
Judge:
What is the meaning of this deplorable behaviour?!
???:
.........
McGilded:
Ahem! ...If I may, My Lord?
Judge:
Yes, Mr McGilded?
McGilded:
I tink perhaps I ought to explain here. Why it is that this wee lass was here in the first place, and why she tried to bolt like that. 'Tis all tied up with the events of that night, so it is.
Judge:
Hmmm... Very well, Mr McGilded, give your testimony. You will explain to the court exactly how this young woman is involved in the case!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Just what did happen that night? It's not like a defence lawyer needs that information or anything...)
Witness Testimony
- The Young Girl -
McGilded:
On the night in question, I took the back seat in the omnibus and promptly nodded off.
Then, begorrah, a loud thud and a wee scream woke me up with a fair start.
There was a fella collapsed on the floor at me feet. So I sat him up on the seat across from me.
Then I turned to find out where that scream had come from. And bless my soul, what did I find?
There was a child in there, all curled up in a ball, hidin' her wee self away!
Judge:
......... I remain somewhat baffled, I confess. But from what I gather, on the night in question... ...this young girl was indeed riding in the omnibus. Is that correct?
McGilded:
'Tis exactly as the defence counsel said. This lass was the fifth passenger, My Lord.
Judge:
Very well. The defence may now cross-examine the witness. Are you ready, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord! (Or rather, no. I have no idea where to start...)
Van Zieks:
.........
Cross-Examination
- The Young Girl -
McGilded:
On the night in question, I took the back seat in the omnibus and promptly nodded off.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And when you first got onto the omnibus, were there any other passengers already on board?
McGilded:
There were not. The cabin was empty, and there was no one on the roof deck, either.
Judge:
You were the first passenger, as it were. I see...
McGilded:
Aye, and that's why I took the back side as I did. 'Tis the most comfortable, so it is.
Ryunosuke:
Could you explain exactly what you mean by 'the back seat'?
McGilded:
By all means. 'Tis how you already described it earlier. I'm talkin' about the seat opposite the one in which the poor gentleman who was stabbed was sittin'. Like I said, 'tis the most comfortable and where I feel most at ease. And of course, I enjoy gazin' through the skylight from time to time as well.
Van Zieks:
.........
McGilded:
Then, begorrah, a loud thud and a wee scream woke me up with a fair start.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A loud thud, you say? And a scream?
McGilded:
Aye, that's right. How can I explain it...? 'Twas like the sound of someone fallin' to the ground. That sort of noise.
Ryunosuke:
So you think it was the sound of Mr Mason falling to the floor having been stabbed?
McGilded:
Well now, you'll remember I was asleep at the time. So I wouldn't like to say. And when the sound woke me and I opened my eyes... ...there wasn't a soul to be seen in the carriage but the fella on the floor.
Ryunosuke:
Hm, you didn't see anyone... But at the same moment...you did hear a scream?
Judge:
Ah, from the seats above you on the roof deck, I presume?
McGilded:
Not above me, no, My Lord. 'Twas from inside the cabin. But I wasn't altogether tinkin' about the scream. No...I was too stunned by the desperate sight before me eyes.
McGilded:
There was a fella collapsed on the floor at me feet. So I sat him up on the seat across from me.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You, you sat him up?! The victim, you mean?
McGilded:
That I did. On the seat across from me, as I said. I could plainly see the poor devil was already gone. And you wouldn't leave a dead man just lyin' on the floor now, would you? 'Tis common courtesy, so it is!
Van Zieks:
I find that a little hard to believe.
McGilded:
Ara, Lord van Zieks! Now why would that be?
Van Zieks:
You wake to find a man lying dead at your feet in a carriage. Any normal person would hail the cabman. Any...upstanding member of London society, that is.
McGilded:
......... Well now, as you know...I'm in somethin' of a 'special' line of business.
Judge:
The business of lending money at exorbitant rates of interest?
McGilded:
Unfortunately, My Lord, not everyone is tankful for the help I offer them, and some would even see me dead. So I do try, where at all possible, to avoid gettin' meself in a tangle with trouble.
Ryunosuke:
Are, are you suggesting you were just going to leave the man there?
McGilded:
Heavens alive, no! I was always intendin' to report it, so I was. Only...I had a mind to find out the whys and wherefores first.
Ryunosuke:
The whys and wherefores?
McGilded:
Right you are. There were some details I wanted to understand before...anyone else got to meddlin'. That wee scream I heard, for example. Wouldn't your good self do just the same? 
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, yes... The scream he says he heard at the same time as the thud of the victim collapsing...)
McGilded:
Then I turned to find out where that scream had come from. And bless my soul, what did I find?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Um...I'm afraid I don't understand. I'm sure you told the court that there was no one else in the carriage except yourself and the victim.
McGilded:
So I did, sir, so I did. ...As far as I could see, that is.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by that?
McGilded:
Well now, 'tis a queer ting. The wee scream I heard as I woke up... It came from - if you'll excuse the vulgar expression - under me backside!
Judge:
Good gracious!
Ryunosuke:
Under your backside?!
McGilded:
And when I lifted the seat on which I'd been sitting... ...I found there was a wee cubbyhole there for storage.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! We can examine the omnibus ourselves, remember!
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, of course. The whole bus was submitted as evidence.
Susato:
This would be a very good time to have a thorough look around inside!
McGilded:
And that's when I found her...
McGilded:
There was a child in there, all curled up in a ball, hidin' her wee self away!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You say she was hiding herself?
McGilded:
Aye, that's right. 'Twas hard to see in the dim lamplight, but she was all curled up in a wee ball. When our eyes met, well... Me heart nearly stopped beatin' in me chest!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... You're really overacting this...)
McGilded:
Still an' all, I pulled her out from under there... ...and sat her on the seat opposite so I could have a wee chinwag with her.
Ryunosuke:
The seat opposite?
McGilded:
That's right. Just next to the dead gentleman there.
Judge:
You sat this young girl next to a corpse, sir?
McGilded:
Well, as I'm sure I mentioned... ...a gentleman in my position can all too often find himself in mortal danger. So I needed to find out just who this urchin was, you see.
Judge:
Hm...
McGilded:
And while I was in the middle of talkin' with her, I heard another scream. A fella's voice this time.
Ryunosuke:
Presumably that scream was Mr Furst, who was sitting on the roof deck seats.
McGilded:
Right you are again, I would say, sir. Looking down through the skylight, he must've seen this young girl and the gentleman with the knife in his belly.
Judge:
In other words, the previous witnesses did not, in fact, see you at all, Mr McGilded. What they believed to be yourself and the victim was in fact this girl and the late Mr Mason?
McGilded:
Aye, My Lord. I was, as I tink everyone understands now, sat at the back of the carriage out of sight.
Judge:
It is certainly plausible... The defendant is somewhat diminutive in stature... ...and readily confused, perhaps, with this young girl.
McGilded:
After that, of course... ...with the scream from the gentleman over us, the driver realised sometin' was wrong and pulled up the horses.
Susato:
I do wonder how you must be feeling Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Being the defendant's lawyer, and yet finding myself as stunned as everyone else at his testimony? ...Let's just say it's...trying.
Susato:
We certainly had precious little time to talk to Mr McGilded before the trial. But we mustn't be dispirited! We must just try to learn all the facts we can!
Ryunosuke:
(Haah... When we arrived in London this morning, I didn't see my day panning out like this...) 
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! No grumbling, even in your head!
Ryunosuke:
Uhhh... How did you know...?
After pressing all statements:
Judge:
Thank you, I've heard enough. The events as explained are clear in my mind. However...at least one conundrum remains... Who is the girl?
???:
.........
McGilded:
Her name is Gina Lestrade, My Lord. She's a chancer. Earns her crust among large crowds, relievin' people of their purses. What's commonly called a pickpocket.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Judge:
This girl here?! A petty thief? Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Is this true...Miss Lestrade?
???:
.........
Judge:
Miss Lestrade! You will answer the question! ARRRGH! How dare you?! What is the meaning of this?! Ah! The girl! She's gone!
Open yer eyes!
Gina:
I'm over 'ere.
Judge:
Good gracious! How...?
Ryunosuke:
(What was the point in that little sidestep...?)
Gina:
I know wot you lot are thinkin'! Grown-ups are all the same! 'This dirty little dipper,' you'll say, 'slipped up an' got caught on the job. She got 'erself backed into a corner, so she knifed the gent!' Go on! That's wot's in yer 'eads, ain't it?
Ryunosuke:
No, not at all! This is a court of law. We're here to determine the truth, not cast- .........
Gina:
Look, knives are for cowards. Only thugs use weapons like that. All I need for wot I do is these fingers. I'm a professional, alright? Maybe not in your eyes, but I got pride in wot I do!
Ryunosuke:
Let me guess? You don't count smoke guns among 'weapons for thugs'?
Gina:
Oh, this? Yeah, this was in a bag I lifted the other day, down where they keep the four-wheeled drags. It's nice, innit? I like the pink best.
Judge:
Agh! Do not wave that thing in my direction again!
Van Zieks:
So... ...you admit that you were riding the omnibus on the night in question?
Gina:
.........
McGilded:
...'Tis alright, lass. You can tell them the truth now.
Gina:
......... Alright, yeah... It's just like the Irishman said...
Judge:
The court accepts this girl, Miss Gina Lestrade, as a valid and significant witness in this case. Accordingly, young lady, we will now hear your testimony, if you please.
Gina:
.........
Judge:
You will tell the court exactly what happened in the omnibus on the night in question.
Gina:
...Alright...if I 'ave to...
Witness Testimony
- What the Girl Saw -
Gina:
So I snuck inside the carriage before they 'ooked up the 'orses, just like always.
But it was a right old waste o' time. I got nuffin' to show for me troubles that night.
I'll tell ya, you can't see a blind thing in that hidin' place. It's pitch in there.
Then after a while, I 'ear this loud bang. Nearly jumped out me skin, I did. An' the scream just...came out.
It's because o' that, this swell found me. ...'E did 'elp me get away, mind.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, he let you go...
Judge:
I fail to understand why you would let this street urchin go, Mr McGilded.
McGilded:
Oh, 'tis simplicity itself, My Lord. You see, she couldn't possibly have killed the other passenger. I knew that for a fact.
Ryunosuke:
How?
McGilded:
As I'm sure I said before, sir... ...I was sittin' right on top o' the place where she was hidin' herself.
Judge:
I think a demonstration is called for.
McGilded:
...This is where I was sat that night.
Judge:
And the 'cubbyhole' of which you have spoken is underneath this seat, I presume? Hm, yes... It does appear just large enough to accommodate someone of the girl's stature.
McGilded:
Aye, but of course, the wee lass was stuck in there. Because I'd parked meself on the seat for the duration.
Judge:
Ah!
McGilded:
So you see, that's why I let the lass bolt. I knew that if the police found her there, they'd automatically assume she'd done it. But I couldn't live with meself if a young life was ruined when all the time I knew she was innocent.
Judge:
Even though you must have realised your action would result in your own innocence being called into question?
McGilded:
Not at all, My Lord, not at all!
Juror No. 1:
...!
McGilded:
I knew in my own heart that I was innocent. So I thought it was worth takin' a punt on my own good name for the sake of this less fortunate lass.
Juror No. 2:
My goodness!
Juror No. 6:
What a perfect gentleman!
Juror No. 1:
...My Lord! This...this fine example of a man cannot possibly be guilty of a heinous crime like this. I'm ashamed of myself for ever doubting you, sir!
Juror No. 4:
With calm, calculated reasoning, one arrives clearly at the truth every time.
Judge:
Saints alive! All six members of the jury consensual in their leaning to a verdict of not guilty?!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! This... Well, it must mean...
Ryunosuke:
It must mean what?
Susato:
That we're victorious!
Ryunosuke:
......... We've...won? Are, are you sure?
Van Zieks:
 
Van Zieks:
...If the sight of my iron-heeled Wellington offends... pray, do forgive the discourtesy. This really is a consummate example... ...of the one, monumental flaw in British judicial practices.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Where evidence and reasoning should be paramount... emotion rules the day.
Ryunosuke:
Emotion?
Van Zieks:
The witness's latest statement gives us a clear insight into his true nature.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, 'his true nature'?
Van Zieks:
Do you really think Scotland Yard would have made such a glaring omission? After the incident, the omnibus was comprehensively searched by officers of the police. Obviously the interior of this 'cubbyhole', as the witness put it, was included in their investigation.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
'The compartment under the posterior seat was full of the coachman's belongings.' It's noted in black and white here in the police report.
Judge:
Good Lord!
Van Zieks:
...The evidence has been tampered with. In order to corroborate Mr McGilded's story...someone has unlawfully removed everything from under the seat!
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! How could such a devious contrivance possibly have been effected, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
...Naturally, we must acknowledge the deficiencies of the constabulary in allowing this to have happened. However, I assure you, when the omnibus was wheeled into the courtroom this morning... ...the compartment under the seat was not empty. ...Well, my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? ...Me?
Van Zieks:
When the carriage was submitted as evidence... ...doubtless you examined it in fine detail, as would any self-respecting practitioner of the law. Pray, what did you find the condition of the under-seat compartment to be?
Ryunosuke:
...!
McGilded:
Oh, to be sure. The young gentleman will be able to clear this up in a jiffy.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
McGilded:
Go ahead. You tell the court now, fella... ...how this is all an elaborate excuse by the desperate Lord van Zieks!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
Well, Counsel? Do you have something to say on this matter?
Ryunosuke:
......... (...How am I supposed to answer? What can I say about the state of that little compartment under the seat in the omnibus?)
I didn't look
Ryunosuke:
Sorry. I'm a failure... I didn't look... (Why didn't I examine the omnibus more thoroughly?)
Van Zieks:
Hm... Perhaps I credited you with too much intelligence. It seems, My Lord, that this Eastern initiate is as unreliable as wine from the barrel.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo!
McGilded:
Eh heh heh heh heh... Well now, it would seem the argument is moot. And the truth of the matter is there for youse all to see, after all. That there cubbyhole under the seat is as empty as the devil's heart, so it is!
Van Zieks:
.........
Leads to:
"........."
It was empty
Ryunosuke:
Um, yes... I'm...fairly sure it was empty. (If I'm honest, my memory about all this is a little hazy.)
Van Zieks:
Hm... As I suspected... It seems, My Lord, that this Eastern initiate has the scruples of a by-street wine merchant.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo!
McGilded:
Eh heh heh heh heh... Perfect! 'Tis why the fella is representin' me, after all! He knows just what to say, does he not?
Van Zieks:
.........
McGilded:
Well now, it would seem the argument is moot. And the truth of the matter is there for youse all to see, after all. That there cubbyhole under the seat is as empty as the devil's heart, so it is!
Judge:
Hm, that we can be sure of, at least.
Leads to:
"........."
It wasn't empty
Ryunosuke:
(I really don't know if giving this answer is helping my cause as counsel for the defence... But as far as I remember at least...) When I first examined the compartment... ...I'm fairly certain there were a number of articles inside it, yes.
Judge:
Are, are you sure, Counsel?
McGilded:
Ara, be whist! What are you saying now, you daft daw?! I thought you were on my side here?
Van Zieks:
...! What game are you playing? Your task is to defend the man in the stand. Why would you say something to compromise his position?
Ryunosuke:
......... ...As the advocate for the defence in this trial... ...I confess I'm still not entirely sure where I stand. But it seems to me... ...that I should state what facts I do know as clearly and honestly as possible.
Van Zieks:
......... Interesting.
McGilded:
...'Tis not altogether pleasin', fella.
Ryunosuke:
I'm simply telling the truth, Mr McGilded.
McGilded:
Well, don't forget that yer supposed to be representin' my best interests here, lad. Now, then... A fella's memory is a curious ting, and not altogether reliable. No, the court must consider the facts. That there cubbyhole under the seat is as empty as the devil's heart, so it is! D'you think perhaps it would be...in your best interests now to admit that you might have been mistaken?
Leads to:
"........."
Ryunosuke:
......... (Why...? Why do I feel like something's not right here...)
Judge:
Hmmm... I should like the jury to weigh in on this matter, I think.
Juror No. 5:
......... That compartment is designed to house equipment used to maintain the smooth running of the carriage. The guild's rules state that omnibuses should be properly and fully equipped at all times. So it certainly wouldn't have been empty on the night in question. ...Beppo isn't that irresponsible. That money-lending fleecer and the pickpurse are lying!
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Juror No. 3:
I can't believe I was nearly taken in. The stinking rich are always stinkers. Nothing but cowards, the lot of them!
Ryunosuke:
What? (Oh no...)
Juror No. 3:
It's a trick! Of course it's a trick!
Juror No. 4:
...Quite so. I must concur here. With calm, calculated reasoning, one arrives clearly at the truth every time.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, but every time a different truth, it seems...)
Van Zieks:
My Lord, I humbly exhibit the Scales of Justice... Clearly, a verdict of not guilty at this time would be wholly inappropriate.
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. But before we proceed any further, there is the matter of the outstanding cross-examination.
.........
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence, begin your questioning of the witness, please.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. (...What just happened? The whole balance of the trial just shifted almost beyond recognition! ...The 'Reaper of the Bailey' is at work, it would seem...)
Van Zieks:
.........
Cross-Examination
- What the Girl Saw -
Gina:
So I snuck inside the carriage before they 'ooked up the 'orses, just like always.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...you were already in the omnibus before it even set off on its run?
Gina:
Well yeah. I mean, wot's the point of spendin' a joey to make a few bob, eh? That's a rum idea, innit?
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose she means there's no point spending money to make money. ...It actually makes sense.)
Judge:
Counsel. May I remind you that this girl is a petty thief? Kindly refrain from entertaining her tenets.
McGilded:
Well, that does clear up the little mystery of the fares an' all. Four payin' passengers at fivepence a piece, makin' the twenty to which the cabman testified. ...And one little scapegrace ridin' for free.
Gina:
The red conk of a driver always goes for some grub before 'is last run, see. So that's when I slip into the carriage and get meself 'idden under the seat. ...Nice an' easy, right?
Van Zieks:
But your hiding place is a storage compartment. Full of equipment for the coach...no?
Gina:
......... Yeah, there's brushes and buckets and wotnot in there, sure. I always chuck all that out and cram it in a corner somewhere. No one ever seems to bother much.
Van Zieks:
And yet, according to the report filed by the police officer who first arrived at the scene... ...the compartment was full of such paraphernalia.
Gina:
...Well, I don't know nuffin' about that. Like I said, I moved all that stuff out so I could 'ide under the seat. That's all I can tell ya.
Judge:
Hm... It seems we've reached the end of that line of enquiry. Continue...
Gina:
But it was a right old waste o' time. I got nuffin' to show for me troubles that night.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
'A waste of time'? Why is that?
Gina:
Well, most nights I'm on me own in the God permit at least some o' the time.
Judge:
I, I beg your pardon? Did you say, 'God permit'?
Gina:
Oh, yeah. Well that's wot my kind call it. You'd say the 'omnibus', I s'pose. The point is, any normal run, the carriage ain't got no one in it for a while.
Ryunosuke:
And that's when you come out of your hiding place and get away?
Gina:
That's it. Only that night... ...this cove was sat on me seat from the start. And 'e didn't budge the whole way, did 'e? Not one inch! I was totally stuck.
Judge:
Do you mean to tell us that you were present in the carriage for the duration? You were under the seat the entire time while events unfolded in the enclosed cabin?
Gina:
Yeah. ...Right, Mister?
McGilded:
To be sure, to be sure. I was as shocked as anyone. You don't expect to lift the cushion you've been sat on and find a child now, do you?
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... So this Miss Lestrade couldn't possibly be the culprit then...)
Gina:
I'll tell ya, you can't see a blind thing in that hidin' place. It's pitch in there.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you couldn't see out into the cabin at all?
Gina:
Not a jot. Most days I push the cushion up wiv me 'ead an' look out the crack. Then I can 'ave a butcher's at who I'm gonna fiddle.
Ryunosuke:
I thought you were a pickpocket, not a butcher...
Gina:
I mean, I can 'ave a look. The seat I get under ain't as plush as the other one, see. So most o' the time, the passengers plant 'emselves opposite. But for some reason that night, this 'ere Irishman spent the whole journey right over me 'ead!
Ryunosuke:
And for that reason, you weren't able to push the cushion up to peek out. I see...
Gina:
Truth is... ...I ain't too 'appy in small, dark places. Feels too much like bein' thrown in the clink. But it's the only place to 'ide in them carriages, so it's 'Obson's choice.
Pursue Magnus McGilded (after pressing fifth statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
...Is something wrong, Mr McGilded?
McGilded:
Oh! I do apologise. Was there sometin' the matter, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I'm just wondering if Miss Lestrade's last comment made something occur to you, perhaps? You seemed to be thinking something to yourself.
McGilded:
Oh, no no. 'Twas nuttin' important. I was feelin' bad for the poor lass, is all. I remember feelin' desperate meself as a young lad, shut up in the dark. 'Twas terrifying, so it was.
Ryunosuke:
I see. Yes, I'm sure we can all sympathise. (I'm still scared of the dark now...)
McGilded:
Aye. And I don't know about yeself... ...but I find that the darkness seems to make everytin' you hear seem that much louder as well.
Gina:
......... Yeah... I, I s'pose it does...maybe.
Ryunosuke:
...! Miss Lestrade! Did you hear something that night? Anything? An unusual noise, perhaps?
Gina:
......... Nah. Not really. All I could 'ear was the Irishman snorin'.
McGilded:
Bejabers! There's no need to tell the whole world of me foibles, ye little scamp!
Susato:
What a pity... If only Miss Lestrade had heard something, it might have given us a vital new clue.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... (What should we make of that last statement of hers?)
It's insignificant
Ryunosuke:
...Well, I don't think we can draw any particular conclusions from that.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, if that is the position of the defence.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Well...I don't know... Is that really true, do you think?
Ryunosuke:
It, it must be, surely? She said that she didn't hear anything.
Susato:
Perhaps that's precisely the point. Could that be important in and of itself?
Ryunosuke:
...! (The fact that she heard nothing...)
Judge:
Continue with the cross-examination, Counsel.
Leads back to cross-examination
It's profoundly important
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! I believe the statement just made by the witness is profoundly important!
Judge:
Profoundly important?! But, but all she said... ...was that she heard nothing!
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Which is the profoundly important point! I'm almost sure of it!
Judge:
...Hm, I'm almost sure that I don't understand the inner workings of your Eastern mind, Counsel. Nevertheless... Miss Gina Lestrade! You will supplement your formal testimony by repeating that last statement, please.
Gina:
Wot? Supperment? Wot are you on about? Don't gimme all your fancy talk! I know wot yer tryin' to do! Well it won't work on me!
Ryunosuke:
(That's right, insult the judge. Always a good move...)
Adds statement "I was strainin' me ears to work out wot was goin' on, but all I could 'ear was snorin'."
Ryunosuke:
(Why doesn't she just stick to picking people's pockets in the open, then? I'd say there's some reason that she's not letting on, judging from her demeanour.)
Gina:
So anyways, I was a bit scared, but I 'ad to just stick it out under there. Nuffin' else for it.
Gina:
I was strainin' me ears to work out wot was goin' on, but all I could 'ear was snorin'.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you were straining to hear what was happening the entire time? Since the moment you hid yourself?
Gina:
Um... Not exactly, no.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gina:
Well, there was no one in the cabin to start wiv. I could just push the cushion up and 'ave a butcher's to see wot was wot. But then, when I saw this swell gettin' on, I got me 'ead down so 'e didn't notice me.
Ryunosuke:
And Mr McGilded sat on the seat under which you were hiding, correct?
Gina:
Yeah! Would you Adam an' Eve it, eh?! Wot a mug! So then all I could I [sic] do was listen. I was waitin' to jump out o' there as soon as I 'eard 'im leave, see. But would 'e? Not likely! Even though he stopped 'ere an' there, I never 'eard the door open. So I just 'ad to stay put an' listen to 'im drivin' 'is pigs to market. Snorin' like an old dog, 'e was.
McGilded:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, are there any conclusions we can draw from that, I wonder?)
It makes sense
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, that all seems to make sense.
Judge:
You took your time reaching that conclusion, Counsel.
Van Zieks:
...Heh.
Ryunosuke:
(What was that from van Zieks? ...Is he...laughing?)
Judge:
Very well, then. Continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
It doesn't add up
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade! What you have just told the court... ...is clearly at odds with the facts!
Gina:
Ah!
Judge:
At odds?! Are, are you sure, man?
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely.
Van Zieks:
It seems my learned Nipponese friend is not as dull-witted as I feared.
Ryunosuke:
(So van Zieks realised it too...)
Judge:
Counsel! I must insist that you bolster your claim with evidence! Or some complicit party's name at the very least!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
I expect you to demonstrate this alleged contradiction to the court.
Ryunosuke:
(According to Miss Lestrade, whilst she was hiding in the omnibus that night... ...she heard nothing but the sound of Mr McGilded snoring. But think, Ryunosuke, think! There's something else she should have heard...)
Show a piece of evidence
Ryunosuke:
Very well, My Lord. Allow me to elaborate... ...on a particular sound that Miss Lestrade could not have failed to hear on the night in question. The sound very clearly explained by the following piece of evidence! 
Present anything
Ryunosuke:
Van Zieks:
It would seem phantoms are at work again. This time in my Nipponese friend's ears.
Judge:
I concur. No sound is apparent to me at all.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Van Zieks:
Allow me to introduce you to a sound that will be very real indeed, however. The sound of your death throes!
Ryunosuke:
Gaaargh! (Ugh... He's right. That was loud...)
Judge:
Well then, Counsel?
Leads back to:
"According to Miss Lestrade, whilst she was hiding in the omnibus that night..."
Show a person
Ryunosuke:
Very well, My Lord. Allow me to elaborate... ...on a particular sound that Miss Lestrade could not have failed to hear on the night in question. The sound very clearly explained by the presence of the following person! 
Present 'Thrice-Fired' Mason profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"'Thrice-Fired' Mason...?"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Van Zieks:
It would seem phantoms are at work again. This time in my Nipponese friend's ears.
Judge:
I concur. No sound is apparent to me at all.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Van Zieks:
Allow me to introduce you to a sound that will be very real indeed, however. The sound of your death throes!
Ryunosuke:
Gaaargh! (Ugh... He's right. That was loud...)
Judge:
Well then, Counsel?
Leads back to:
"According to Miss Lestrade, whilst she was hiding in the omnibus that night..."
Forget it
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... I just can't seem to think this through...) Sorry, My Lord. I need to withdraw the allegation for now.
Van Zieks:
...What you need, Counsel, is to withdraw forever.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
So be it. Continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
Gina:
Then after a while, I 'ear this loud bang. Nearly jumped out me skin, I did. An' the scream just...came out.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When you say a 'loud bang', do you mean the noise of someone falling to the floor?
Gina:
......... Could've been...I s'pose. I...don't remember so well. Point is, it made me jump.
Ryunosuke:
And you let out a scream, involuntarily?
Gina:
That's right. And then I felt the cushion over me 'ead get lighter all of a sudden.
Ryunosuke:
Presumably when the defendant got up in order to help the victim, yes.
Van Zieks:
...Or not. It could equally have been the moment the accused stood in order to stab his victim...could it not?
Judge:
Well, girl? Did you see what happened at that crucial moment?
Gina:
......... Yeah, I saw it.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Gina:
I pushed up the cushion and 'ad a quick butcher's while I 'ad the chance, didn't I? The Irishman was sittin' up the bloke wot 'ad fallen on the floor on the seat opposite.
Susato:
That matches Mr McGilded's account, of course.
Gina:
But then! The fella suddenly turns around an' looks right at me! I sunk back down again, but it was too late by then. I should never 'ave risked lookin'...
Gina:
It's because o' that, this swell found me. ...'E did 'elp me get away, mind.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And when Mr McGilded discovered you, he pulled you out from your hiding place?
Gina:
I was scared stiff, I was. 'E dragged me out and sat me down on the seat an' all.
Ryunosuke:
Next to the victim, Mr Mason?
Gina:
Yeah... The bloke 'ad a knife in 'is guts. 'E was...still bleedin'. Then the carriage lurched a bit, and 'e ended up fallin' onto me.
Susato:
Ugh... How awful...
Gina:
Both me 'ands got covered in blood. It made me feel sick as a dog.
Ryunosuke:
(Both her hands covered in blood... That must be what the rooftop passengers saw.) After that, I believe you talked with Mr McGilded for a while. Is that correct?
Gina:
...'E asked me some stuff. Wanted to know me name an' wot I was up to an' that. Then I 'eard somefin' from up above. Someone screamed.
Judge:
Yes, Mr Furst on the roof deck, one would presume.
Gina:
Well I didn't want no one seein' me face, so I didn't look up. Then the 'orses were drawn up smartish and this 'ere Irishman says to me: 'Get back under the seat. I'll see that you can get away later.'
Judge:
Hm...
Susato:
All six members of the jury had decided the defendant was innocent.
Ryunosuke:
For one brief shining moment, yes...
Susato:
It's clear that they are all still very unsure. If we could just find some conclusive piece of evidence among this new testimony... ...I'm sure we would clinch the verdict we want!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think you're right. (And I have this niggling feeling... Something's bothering me...but I just can't quite put my finger on it.)
Judge:
'Thrice-Fired' Mason...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. The sound that Miss Lestrade cannot have failed to hear... ...is that of the victim, Mr Mason, boarding the omnibus!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Explain your reasoning, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade, allow me to confirm something. You claimed earlier that you were the first person on board the omnibus. Is that correct?
Gina:
Yeah, 'course I was! I got on while the driver was in the pub, didn't I?
Ryunosuke:
And...the next person to board the omnibus was Mr McGilded?
McGilded:
That it was. Not a soul was in the cabin when I climbed aboard. ...At least, not in plain sight.
Ryunosuke:
So you were, to all intents and purposes, alone in the enclosed cabin of the omnibus at that time?
McGilded:
Did I not just say as much? I wasn't travellin' with anyone else, if that's what you mean.
Gina:
Yeah, I saw 'im get on, remember? Through the crack under the seat cushion. 'E was on 'is own for sure.
Ryunosuke:
And, from what we've heard, the carriage made a number of stops after that on its onward journey. ...During which time, did you not hear the door opening or closing at all?
Gina:
Nah, I never 'eard it. That's exactly wot I was listenin' for, weren't it? Waitin' for this swell to leave.
Ryunosuke:
In which case... ...when and how did the victim end up in the carriage?
Judge:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
We know that the victim collapsed inside the enclosed cabin of the omnibus. Therefore... ...Miss Lestrade's statement about what she did - or did not - hear...is at odds with the facts!
Gina:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
Yes. This petty thief's statement was clearly flawed.
Judge:
Lord van Zieks!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes... He knew. He knew all too well that there was an inconsistency in Miss Lestrade's statement.)
Van Zieks:
Keh...heh...heh... It would seem words of thanks are in order for my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
What are you talking about?
Van Zieks:
You have demonstrated matters impeccably. This witness, and her...colourful statements... ...are entirely unreliable! Her words are convenient untruths, nothing more!
He's dead right...How could the victim possibly not have boarded the omnibus? That makes no sense whatsoever...And this girl is a pickpocket. Let's not forget that.
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (She, she didn't even say anything!)
Juror No. 6:
I didn't want to judge the dear little mite just because she has some rather naughty ways. But I must say... ...I can't abide liars.
Juror No. 1:
And neither can I!
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Foreman!
Juror No. 1:
I didn't want to judge the girl just because she has some less than salubrious ways. But I must say... ...I cannot abide liars.
Ryunosuke:
Argh!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! That's five jury members leaning towards guilty!
Van Zieks:
...Well, your consideration for others is...refreshing, my Nipponese friend. To the considerable troubles you have spared me! ...Yes, very refreshing.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
McGilded:
GAAAAAARGH! What are ye playin' at?! Have ye forgotten who you're workin' for, ye useless Eastern amadan!
Juror No. 3:
...This is carnage! It's perfect!
Ryunosuke:
(Juror number two is the only one left...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! The way this is going...
Ryunosuke:
(I know. If we can't find some new way to convince everyone of Mr McGilded's innocence... ...the judge will rule and we'll have lost!)
Juror No. 2:
I very much wanted to believe the words of one of London's most respected gentlemen. But... ...those of us in service know we must accept hard truths.
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the witness's last statement seems to have revealed a critical inconsistency in her story. However! If we consider the possibility that her statement is in fact the truth... ...it may shed an entirely new light on this whole case!
Van Zieks:
What are you saying?
Gina:
...!
McGilded:
Counseeel!
Juror No. 2:
I'm...sorry, sir? Whatever do you mean?
Judge:
Counsel, I will not tolerate you attempting to prorogue my adjudication! Explain yourself at once!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
When the accused boarded the omnibus on the night in question, the victim was nowhere to be seen. Subsequently... ...the carriage door was not heard opening a single time, as testified by the witness in the stand.
Judge:
And yet the victim's body was found inside the carriage.
Van Zieks:
IF this petty thief's words are to be believed... ...how do you explain the victim's miraculous appearance inside the cabin of the omnibus?
Ryunosuke:
......... There's only one way to explain how the victim came to be inside the carriage...
He was in there already
Ryunosuke:
Clearly he was in there already from beforehand!
Van Zieks:
 
Van Zieks:
Tell me, my learned friend...what was the function of that 'clearly' in your last sentence?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Judge:
Well said, Lord van Zieks. The 'clearly' is troubling me also.
Ryunosuke:
No, no! That's really not the point! The point is that the victim must have been in the carriage from beforehand.
Van Zieks:
Then answer me this... By 'beforehand', to what specific point in time are you referring?
Ryunosuke:
......... Well...clearly...erm...
Judge:
I shall have to penalise the defence heavily for this irrelevant rambling.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...I must learn to ramble more relevantly...) 
Van Zieks:
The penalty is evidently not heavy enough...judging from those Nipponese eyes. So I ask you again...
Leads back to:
"IF this petty thief's words are to be believed..."
There's another entrance
Leads to:
"If the door wasn't opened even once..."
He was put there after he died
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, the victim must have been placed in the carriage AFTER he was killed!
Van Zieks:
 
Van Zieks:
Tell me, my learned friend...what was the function of that 'obviously' in your last sentence?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Judge:
Well said, Lord van Zieks. The 'obviously' is troubling me also.
Ryunosuke:
No, no! That's really not the point! The point is that the victim must have been moved into the carriage afterwards.
Van Zieks:
Then answer me this... How could a cadaver have been placed inside a moving carriage?
Ryunosuke:
......... Well...obviously...erm...
Judge:
I shall have to penalise the defence heavily for this irrelevant rambling.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...I must learn to ramble more relevantly...) 
Van Zieks:
The penalty is evidently not heavy enough...judging from those Nipponese eyes. So I ask you again...
Leads back to:
"IF this petty thief's words are to be believed..."
Ryunosuke:
If the door wasn't opened even once... ...the only explanation is that the victim...entered the enclosed cabin some other way!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...I wondered what new fantasy you would come up with in your blind panic. But behold! The omnibus is here for all to see. Only one side of the enclosed cabin is furnished with a door. The other has only windows. Fixed windows, which cannot possibly open. In short... ...there is no entrance to the cabin other than the door!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But there could be! There's one possibility you haven't considered.
Van Zieks:
Oh really?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. One other way inside that isn't the door. Another opening, the use of which allowed the victim to 'appear' inside the enclosed cabin!
Van Zieks:
...!
McGilded:
...!
Gina:
...!
Judge:
Alright, Counsel. The defence will identify the location for the court. Here is the omnibus on which the incident occurred. Where on earth is this 'entrance' by which you propose the victim entered the cabin?
Present skylight
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The answer is obvious! It can only have been the skylight!"
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It must have been here! This is how the victim came to be inside the cabin!
Van Zieks:
...Humour me a moment while I consider your answer. You propose that it is possible to enter this omnibus without using the door, despite the windows being fixed.
Ryunosuke:
I, I do, yes...
Van Zieks:
Well, if you believe such a thing to be possible, pray, do demonstrate. And here's to you remaining inside...until the carriage has taken you back to the port for your inevitable departure.
Ryunosuke:
...I'd like to stay here and try again, if it's all the same to you...
Leads back to:
"Alright, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
The answer is obvious! It can only have been the skylight!
Judge:
I say! The skylight?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Your ludicrous proposal almost has me lost for words. However-
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The skylight may well be large enough for someone to pass through!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
So you claim! But do you have a shred of evidence to support your addle-brained theory?
Ryunosuke:
......... Both Mr McGilded and Miss Lestrade said the same in their testimonies... They each claim to have heard a loud thud, such as the noise made by someone falling to the floor.
Judge:
Yes, which has already been explained... ...as the sound of the victim falling from his seat having been assaulted with the dagger.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it has. But! Would a man slipping from the seat onto the floor really have made such a loud noise as the witnesses describe? A noise loud enough to cause Miss Lestrade let out an involuntary cry, in fact...
Judge:
Good, good gracious!
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps in fact... ...that was the moment that the victim made his entrance into the cabin. No, let me rephrase that: The victim didn't enter the cabin as such... He fell into it!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
You're now suggesting...that the victim fell from the skylight into the cabin? That's simply impossible!
Ryunosuke:
How can you be so sure?
Van Zieks:
Because if the victim had fallen inside through the skylight as you say... ...the passengers on the roof deck would have seen it happen. And yet...not one person made mention of such events in their testimony.
Ryunosuke:
Well, um... Yes...that's true, but...
McGilded:
Hold it!
McGilded:
Might a humble fella...make a wee comment here?
Ryunosuke:
Mr, Mr McGilded?!
McGilded:
...To be sure now, the two fellas who were sat on the roof that testified afore... ...said nuttin' of the victim fallin' through the skylight. But...it seems to me, My Lord, that 'tis not so much a case of them not sayin', but... ...Aye... ...'tis a case of them bein' unable to say.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
McGilded:
I tink perhaps the two fellas... ...do be havin' sometin' of a compellin' reason not to mention what happened. Would youse not agree...fine ladies and gentlemen of the jury?
Juror No. 1:
Hmmmmmmph!
Juror No. 2:
Oh my...my goodness! Surely not...
Juror No. 3:
Those two chaps on the roof...?
Juror No. 5:
You mean, the ones who stuck that knife in the man were...?
Juror No. 6:
Aaaaaagh!
???:
Hold it!
Fairplay:
Just what exactly are you insinuating here, you...you blitherer?!
Furst:
You rotter, he said! You rotter! What are you insinuating?
Fairplay:
This is a flaming outrage! I've a good mind to give you a blinker in a minute!
Furst:
He'll give you a shiner in a minute, he said! And so will I!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Fairplay!
Fairplay:
You're effectively accusing me - a city gentleman and well-respected banker!
Furst:
And me! A, a very angry hatter!
Fairplay:
Suggesting that someone like me could have stabbed that man in the guts, it's...it's... It's a disgrace! It's scandalous! It's...ARGH! I protest! I protest in the strongest possible terms!
Furst:
That's right! I protest, too! About you, you rotten scoundrel!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! This is not the time, witnesses! I will not permit this wanton invasion of the stand! Return to the anteroom at once!
Fairplay:
But, but this is beyond reason, My Lord! Argh! It's outrageous!
Furst:
It's, it's very hurtful, you know!
Van Zieks:
My Lord, if I may comment?
Judge:
Go ahead, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
It was the defence that incited this outburst from the witnesses. My learned friend has seen fit to abandon all protocol and accuse the witnesses without proof.
Ryunosuke:
A-Accuse? I, I never intended to...
Van Zieks:
...It seems, young Nipponese, that your command of the English tongue is wanting.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
You proposed to this court that the victim fell through the skylight from the roof deck of the omnibus. That hypothesis cannot possibly stand without the rooftop passengers being aware of the events. You have branded these gentlemen liars! You have intimated their criminal guilt! In our British courts of law, that is what is termed a baseless accusation!
Ryunosuke:
...! (I know I was rash to put this idea forward without any actual evidence, but... ...you can't just dismiss it without a second thought!)
Juror No. 3:
What are we wasting time for? Get them to - Hnurgh! - testify!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 1:
I thought there was something fishy about that hat from the moment I laid eyes on the fellow!
Juror No. 5:
We have to see this matter through now. One way or another!
Juror No. 2:
If there's filth and rubbish in our midst, we must dispose of it at once!
Tes-ti-fy! Tes-ti-fy! Tes-ti-fy!
Susato:
What's...what's happening, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
The spectators in the public gallery are... They're in a complete frenzy!
Judge:
Mr Fairplay and Mr Furst...
Fairplay:
Um...My Lord...?
Judge:
You... You will take the stand again and make another formal testimony... ...in reference to the indictment brought by the defence!
Fairplay:
Um... Y-Yes...My Lord...
Furst:
I, I didn't come here for this...
McGilded:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(There's no time to think this through. All I can do...is keeping [sic] pushing forward!)
Witness Testimony
- Refuting the Accusation -
Fairplay:
We were the only two people up on that roof deck, dead or alive! ...I can swear to that!
Furst:
If anything had happened where we were sitting, don't you think one or the other of us would have noticed?
Fairplay:
In any case, neither of us know the first thing about the victim. We had no reason to kill the man!
Furst:
The skylight was shut the entire time, I tell you! We couldn't possibly have opened it!
Fairplay:
If you're so sure the victim fell through the skylight, where's your proof?
Judge:
Hm... I must say that on listening to this testimony, it is somewhat hard to imagine... ...how either witness could have performed any malevolent act on this open rooftop deck... ...without the other noticing forthwith.
Fairplay:
That's right, you see!
Furst:
We're innocent, I tell you!
Juror No. 4:
...Although logically, of course, the argument falls down if the two of you were in collusion with one another.
Fairplay:
What?!
Furst:
Eh?!
Van Zieks:
According to investigations by Scotland Yard... ...the two witnesses share no common dealings.
Juror No. 3:
Hah! Well I don't trust coppers any more than I trust the stinking rich!
Ryunosuke:
(Something doesn't feel right here... The trial is going in our favour, really. So why do I feel so uneasy...?)
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence, over to you. Your cross-examination, please.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes...My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- Refuting the Accusation -
Fairplay:
We were the only two people up on that roof deck, dead or alive! ...I can swear to that!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So at no time did the victim, Mr Mason, climb up to join you on the roof deck?
Fairplay:
Absolutely not! Dicken!
Furst:
No question about it, he said! None at all! ...Oh! But yes! Of course! I, I remember seeing them both! I saw the victim inside the enclosed cabin talking with this man here!
Judge:
Is this true, Mr McGilded?
McGilded:
Dear me, My Lord, at the risk of repeating meself... ...I boarded the omnibus alone, and nodded off inside almost immediately.
Fairplay:
That's an outright lie! Without doubt, you were engaged in-
McGilded:
Let me stop you there, fella, and ask... Do you have any evidence at all, at all?
Fairplay:
Ah!
McGilded:
'Tis all about evidence in the courts these days, so it is. ...You'd do well to remember that.
Fairplay:
......... Argh! I saw you! With my own eyes!
Ryunosuke:
(This is going so well...)
Furst:
If anything had happened where we were sitting, don't you think one or the other of us would have noticed?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Well, it was on the final run of the omnibus, at past ten o'clock in the evening. It would certainly have been quite dark. Perhaps...too dark to see clearly?
Fairplay:
Is this some kind of a lark?
Furst:
Is this some kind of a joke? he said! Is that what this is?
Ryunosuke:
Or perhaps...one or the other of you fell asleep briefly?
Fairplay:
Are you fair dinkum, sir?
Furst:
Are you serious, sir? That's what he said! It's impossible, I tell you!
Fairplay:
I'd give you the keys to the vault if you could fall asleep in that bitter cold. And if you did manage it, your eyelids would freeze shut and you'd never open them again!
Ryunosuke:
That's...extreme...
Furst:
It was extreme, I tell you! And we had to put up with it because this man had locked the door! Any true gent would have unlocked it and let me in when I knocked!
McGilded:
I'm, I'm dreadfully sorry about that, young fella. But ye see, I was away with the fairies and I didn't hear ye at all.
Furst:
That's a lie! I saw you through the glass! You were talking to someone!
McGilded:
...Now, now, 'twas a cold night, so it was. People do be seein' tings that aren't real in the cold. 'Tis hardly surprising.
Furst:
Seeing things? Seeing things?!
Judge:
I believe we have reached an impasse here on this particular point.
Furst:
Ugh! You... You... You...!
McGilded:
Don't take it personally now, lad. If I'm a suspect in this case, then 'tis only fair that you and the other feen are, too. Open and free competition is what a capitalist society is all about.
Furst:
...This isn't a competition I should like to be involved in, really.
Fairplay:
In any case, neither of us know the first thing about the victim. We had no reason to kill the man!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...you had never met Mr 'Thrice-Fired' Mason before?
Fairplay:
Oh, lumme! NO! Not once! Never!
Furst:
He'd never met the man before, he said! Never!
Ryunosuke:
And you, Mr Furst, had no prior dealings with the victim, either?
Furst:
That's right, sir. Hatters don't have much to do with brickmakers, to be perfectly honest, sir.
Judge:
No, I imagine not.
Fairplay:
You see? How many different ways can I put this? Neither of us have the remotest connection to the gentlemen who were inside the cabin!
Furst:
That's right! This is about motive! And we had none!
Pursue Magnus McGilded
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
...Mr McGilded?
McGilded:
Yes, Counsel? What can I be doin' you for?
Ryunosuke:
Did the witness's last statement give you pause for thought somehow?
McGilded:
......... Not the remotest connection...? Is that right now...I wonder.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Fairplay:
What are you insinuating now?
McGilded:
Ah, Mr Fairplay...'tas been too long, so it has.
Fairplay:
Eh?
McGilded:
If I'm not very much mistaken, I believe 'tis fast approachin', is it not? Your repayment date.
Fairplay:
I, I beg your pardon?
McGilded:
Hehe... You borrowed twenty guineas from me, sir.
Fairplay:
At, at an unconscionable rate of interest! You tricked me! It's, it's extortion!
McGilded:
Well now...is that a touch of begrudgery, is it? The sort of begrudgery that might motivate a fella to pass his crimes off on another.
Fairplay:
ARGH!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
...!
McGilded:
And young Mr Furst...
Furst:
M-Me, sir? Wh-What do you want with me, sir?
McGilded:
You do be makin' hats for a living, do you not? That there top hat slidin' about on yer head... Is that one of yer own creations, is it?
Furst:
Oh! Well, um... I'm still just an apprentice, you understand... I'm learning to find the perfect fit for whatever fine gent walks through the door!
McGilded:
Hehe... The perfect fit, is it? Well...'tis a very...distinctive design, so it is.
Furst:
Many customers like it, I tell you! They like a distinctive touch!
McGilded:
Customers...such as 'Thrice-Fired' Mason?
Furst:
Ah...!
McGilded:
There was a photographic print of the victim submitted as evidence afore, My Lord...
Judge:
Hm? ...Oh, ah...this, you mean?
McGilded:
I can't help tinkin' that the poor fella's hat looks... distinctly familiar...wouldn't ye say?
Furst:
Um... Oh! That's...that's one of my hats!
McGilded:
Hehe, aye, that it is. So it would seem the brickmaker was a customer of yours.
Ryunosuke:
...!
McGilded:
The sort of customer, I'd wager, you could have had a wee quarrel with over the distinctiveness of the goods.
Furst:
Oh, no sir! A-Absolutely not, sir!
McGilded:
...Well, there's really nuttin' more to add. It wouldn't be right to say that the two fellas here haven't the remotest connection to the victim, you see. ...I rest my case.
Fairplay:
You, you little weasel! Argh!
Ryunosuke:
(He's better at this than I am...)
Susato:
Gosh, Mr McGilded has certainly been thorough in his research, hasn't he?
McGilded:
......... Please, don't let me little interruption hold up the proceedings.
Leads back to cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
(No...motive, hm...?) 
Furst:
And, erm...well... That's not all, is it?
Furst:
The skylight was shut the entire time, I tell you! We couldn't possibly have opened it!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Are you quite certain about that? That the skylight was shut the entire time?
Fairplay:
I'm going to lose my block with you in a minute!
Furst:
He's going to lose his rag with you in a minute! That's what he said!
Fairplay:
Take a look for yourself! Go on! ...You see? It's shut fast now, just like it was on the night!
McGilded:
So it is. Of course...a fella the size of Mr Mason could likely break right through it, still an' all.
Fairplay:
What?
McGilded:
Just looking at the size of the ting, you understand.
Fairplay:
Argh! Now you hold on there a minute, sir! The size of the 'ting' means nothing! Not on its own! Let's consider the bigger picture here, shall we?
Ryunosuke:
(Let's stop biting our cane, shall we?) 
Furst:
Um... I, I was riding the omnibus on another occasion, when, um... Well, I broke wind. Loudly. I, I shocked myself with it, as it happens.
Judge:
......... This...is an unexpected confession, Mr Furst.
Furst:
Oh! I, I just mean to say... Well the point is, I tried to open the skylight, you see. But - just my luck - I couldn't make it budge. The stench was terrible... Everyone was looking daggers at me, sir. I went as red as rouge, I did!
Judge:
......... Are you expecting me to sentence you?
Furst:
Oh! No, sir! The, the point is... The skylight can't be opened! I tried and tried when I was inside that cabin of shame!
Pursue Gina Lestrade
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that, Miss Lestrade?
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade!
Gina:
...It opens.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Gina:
The skylight. That is wot we're talkin' about, right? ...All them skylights open, dead easy.
Ryunosuke:
(...More easily than you can load that weapon?)
Furst:
That's a lie, I tell you! Otherwise, when I broke wind, I, I...
Gina:
You can't do it from inside, you mug.
Furst:
Oh!
Gina:
Look, a few weeks ago, I was up on the roof deck of one o' them drags. And I 'ad a great haul! I mean, I 'ad purses comin' out me ears!
Judge:
Miss Lestrade! This is NOT the forum to be eulogising on the subject of your criminal activities!
Gina:
...Well anyway, I 'ad a bit of a scare. When I lifted the last bloke's purse, 'e got wise to me. All four of 'em surrounded me, so I couldn't 'op off the bus an' leg it. So wot I did was, I used the skylight. Opened the catch and jumped right through.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Gina:
Yeah, the catch for them skylights is on the top side. That's why you can't open 'em from the cabin.
Ryunosuke:
The skylight opens...from the roof deck?
Judge:
Bailiff! Climb up onto the roof of the omnibus at once and verify this witness's claims!
Fairplay:
Ah!
Furst:
Oh my hat!
Gina:
...See?
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! ...Ordaaaaaar!!! So...it appears that this street girl's statement is quite true.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't believe it! The skylight opens... And from the roof deck!)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! This could be the clue we've been looking for!
Judge:
Well! ...Counsel for the Defence, please continue with your cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord! (So...the skylight opens... Perhaps I should investigate for myself...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
Hm... The skylight doesn't open, you say?
Furst:
So that proves it! We couldn't have kicked the victim down into the cabin below, I tell you! Neither of us could!
Ryunosuke:
...Nobody mentioned anything about kicking anyone.
Fairplay:
Like I said! These details are little nuggets at best. It's the mother lode we should be looking for!
Press (after pursuing Gina Lestrade correctly)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
...But we know now that the skylight does in fact open. And what's more, the catch that secures it is found on the roof deck side.
Fairplay:
This is getting flaming onkus!
Furst:
This is getting absurd, he said! Completely absurd!
Fairplay:
That's right! Neither of us even knew the skylight had a catch! If we didn't know, we couldn't have opened it! And if we didn't open it, we couldn't have kicked the fellow down!
Ryunosuke:
...Please, where is this idea about kicking the victim through the skylight coming from?
Furst:
Whoever designed these carriages anyway? Fancy not being able to open the skylight from the inside! What about breaking wind? Didn't they think about that? There's no point having a skylight if it can't spare you embarrassment, is there?
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (We're really getting off topic here...)
Van Zieks:
...If you actually have a point, pray, do enlighten the rest of us.
Fairplay:
Ah! I... Oh, I'll tell you what my point is!
Examine evidence
Omnibus
Skylight (after pursuing Gina Lestrade correctly)
Ryunosuke:
So the skylight was fastened shut before.
Susato:
But now the catch has been undone, we should be able to open it...
Door
Bloodstain on ledge
Susato:
Yes...it does open very wide, doesn't it? Wide enough to kick someone like you through, certainly, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Why someone like me?
Susato:
......... Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What is it?
Susato:
Look! Just here! Look at this!
Ryunosuke:
That's... Without question...
Susato:
It's blood!
Ryunosuke:
(Why would there be a bloodstain there?)
Susato:
Surely... ...it can't be unrelated to the case, can it?
Ryunosuke:
.........
The details of the omnibus have been updated in the Court Record.
Bloodstain on ledge (subsequent times)
Susato:
What an extraordinary place to find a bloodstain.
Ryunosuke:
You would never notice it, unless the skylight was open as it is now. (The fact that there's blood there on the frame... It surely has to imply that whoever was bleeding passed through the open skylight...doesn't it?)
Fairplay:
If you're so sure the victim fell through the skylight, where's your proof?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Hm...proof...
Fairplay:
That's right! I demand to hear it!
Furst:
We came here to say what we saw, I tell you! Not for this!
Fairplay:
But you call us both shicers! Brand us as criminals!
Furst:
You call us liars! That's what he means! And accuse us of doing it!
McGilded:
...As it stands at the moment...
Fairplay:
...!
McGilded:
...there's no hard evidence that incriminates yeselves, now is there? I believe we're in much the same position as one another here.
Fairplay:
Hm? ...AAARRRGH!
Ryunosuke:
(...If I don't crack this case soon, he'll crack his teeth.)
Present Omnibus (after examining bloodstain on ledge)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...On the night in question, the victim was fatally stabbed in the stomach."
Susato:
Hm...I wonder if these two men really were involved in some way...
Ryunosuke:
I couldn't say. I mean, I don't really know anything about them, do I? (Although by the same token... ...I don't really know anything about Mr McGilded, either. It's so hard to know what to believe here.)
Susato:
I think... ...we should try to remember that it's evidence alone that can truly determine the outcome of a trial.
Ryunosuke:
Evidence...
Susato:
No one can argue against decisive evidence. Including the members of the jury.
Ryunosuke:
So you're saying that what we need now... ...is to find a conclusive piece of evidence!
Susato:
Yes, Mr Naruhodo. Precisely!
Ryunosuke:
...On the night in question, the victim was fatally stabbed in the stomach. And immediately afterwards...the victim's body was pushed through the skylight into the cabin below. Those are the facts. And the irrefutable proof... ...remains clearly visible in the omnibus that stands before us today in this very courtroom!
Fairplay:
What?! ...That's...that's utter humbug! Argh! You can't possibly have any evidence!
Furst:
No, you can't! I, I mean...we didn't do it, I tell you! It's impossible!
Van Zieks:
Irrefutable proof? Here, in this courtroom?
Judge:
Counsel...
Ryunosuke:
My Lord!
Judge:
I believe everyone would appreciate a little clarification here, hm? Where exactly within the omnibus is this evidence to which you allude? You will point out what it is that proves the victim fell from the roof deck through the skylight!
Present bloodstain on ledge
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"By Jupiter! Is, is that..."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It, it goes without saying that... .........
Judge:
Yes, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
I think it's clear... ...that my friend has taken the phrase 'it goes without saying' a little too literally. Perhaps, in fact, it goes without saying that he has nothing to say.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but I shall have to penalise you for that deafening silence.
Ryunosuke:
(...It goes without saying that I'm going to have to rethink my answer...)
Leads back to:
"I believe everyone would appreciate a little clarification here, hm?"
Judge:
By Jupiter! Is, is that... ...BLOOD?!
Fairplay:
Argh!
Ryunosuke:
This bloodstain proves two things: Firstly, when the incident occurred, the skylight of the omnibus was open.
Fairplay:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
And secondly... ...the victim was already bleeding when he fell through the opening.
Furst:
Oh my!
Ryunosuke:
And so it follows... ...that Mr McGilded, who was inside the enclosed cabin himself at the time... ...cannot possibly be guilty of this crime!
Fairplay:
Nnn...
Furst:
Nnnnnn...
NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar!
Fairplay:
Hold it!
Fairplay:
But! But, but! But, but, but!!! But the blood could have sprayed up there when the fellow was stabbed inside the cabin!
McGilded:
And only found its way to that one particular spot on the skylight? Sure, an' that would be very convenient!
Fairplay:
Ah...
McGilded:
And let's keep it in mind that the skylight catch can only be unfastened from the roof deck. I meself wouldn't have been able to open it now, would I?
Furst:
But! But, but! But, but, but!!! There's no way to know for certain, is there? If the gent really fell through the skylight, I mean.
McGilded:
...Why don't ye have a good look at the floor of the cabin between the two seats, Mr Furst? ...'Tis all too plain, if ye see. There's the aftermath that shows the poor fella dropped from a fair height right there, so it is.
Fairplay:
What? No!
Furst:
But, but it can't be! It's, it's all... 
...LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIES!
Juror No. 1:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
My fellow jury members! I think we can all agree that this is clear proof of the defendant's innocence, can't we?
Juror No. 2:
I believe we can, yes, sir. It's clear to me now where the filthy rubbish can be found in this courtroom.
Juror No. 3:
So...they thought they could pull the wool over my eyes, did they?
Juror No. 4:
.........
Juror No. 5:
I won't tolerate any of the guild's carriages being sullied with blood! I won't tolerate it!
Juror No. 6:
Oh, I always knew that nice gentleman who gave us that delightful park couldn't have done such a thing.
Juror No. 1:
On three then, everyone! One...two...
...three...
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
A...chilling performance, Mr McGilded.
McGilded:
Oh? And what would ye be referrin' to there now, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
......... A bloodstain on the frame of the skylight? Such 'evidence'...is null and void!
Ryunosuke:
What? Why?!
Van Zieks:
For one extremely simple reason... ...that smear of blood...never existed!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
What...are you talking about? It's there for all to see! And it's clearly blood.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
I personally attended Scotland Yard's investigation of the omnibus. The officers involved went over the carriage with a fine-tooth comb.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
So I can state with absolute surety... ...no such smear of blood existed in the carriage! At least, not until this trial began.
Ryunosuke:
But...
Judge:
Are, are you suggesting, Lord van Zieks...that this stain of blood was...
Van Zieks:
Fabricated, My Lord? Yes. And while this court has been in session.
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
McGilded:
Heh...what a palaver... I must say I didn't expect such crude reasonin' from a prosecutor of your standin', Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
.........
McGilded:
But I'm Magnus McGilded, a fella known all over the capital for his fine contributions to public life. I don't take kindly to slander. And I'll fight it to the bitter end. Even if it's rollin' off the tongue of the Reaper of the Bailey.
Van Zieks:
Mr McGilded... ...I realise that this is your first appearance in court as the accused. However... ...I am well aware of your involvement behind the scenes in a great many affairs of dubious nature.
McGilded:
.........
Van Zieks:
You're very adept when it comes to avoiding getting your own hands dirty. And each time it happens that a case you're involved in is investigated, you 'adapt' the facts.
Ryunosuke:
Adapt the facts? What does that even mean?
Van Zieks:
When you wield a fortune the size of Mr McGilded's, however ill-gotten it may be, nothing is impossible. Tampering with evidence, manipulating the scene of a crime, bribing witnesses... I toast your ability to concoct the most convenient of stories, sir.
McGilded:
Tut tut, Lord van Zieks. This will not do, to be sure. Will it now, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? ...Oh! No!
McGilded:
I tink it's fair to say...this does all sound like a rather far-fetched excuse by a desperate man. The blood on the skylight didn't exist, ye say?
Van Zieks:
.........
McGilded:
But...if youse will all cast yer minds back... ...is it not true that the omnibus there has been in the courtroom the entire time? How could anyone possibly have put a smear of blood in it without the world and his wife seeing? Isn't that right now, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
......... (It's true... The omnibus has been in full view the entire time that court has been in session.)
Van Zieks:
My learned friend...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Here's to hearing your opinion on this matter. ...In your own words.
Ryunosuke:
......... As you wish. Could someone have tampered with the omnibus during this trial? If you're asking me, I think...
It's out of the question
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Are you alright, Mr Naruhodo? You've fallen silent.
Ryunosuke:
I want to say that it's out of the question. I mean, it has to be, doesn't it? But...for some reason...I just can't bring myself to say it.
Susato:
But the omnibus has been in full view of everyone in the courtroom the entire time! It is out of the question that someone could have tampered with it, surely, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Oh my! You, you don't think...? Might it actually have been possible?
Leads to:
"As a defence lawyer...it's my job to advocate for the defendant as best as I can."
It could have been possible
Leads to:
"As a defence lawyer...it's my job to advocate for the defendant as best as I can."
Ryunosuke:
(As a defence lawyer...it's my job to advocate for the defendant as best as I can. But still... ...I feel as though there's something even more important at stake here...!) There is no evidence to suggest that the defendant did as my learned friend suggests. However... ...in terms of having the opportunity to carry out the alleged tampering...there is one possibility.
Susato:
Oh!
Judge:
Good gracious! Explain yourself, Counsel!
Van Zieks:
Yes, there is. It seems my learned Nipponese friend has no intention of running from this deceit.
Judge:
Deceit?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure everyone still remembers clearly... ...the recess that we were forced to take. As a result of the smoke grenade fired by the witness currently in the stand, Miss Gina Lestrade.
*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
What is going on?!
Susato:
Be careful, Mr Naruhodo! Cover your face!
Van Zieks:
Bailiff! Don't let the accused escape! Secure the omnibus!
Judge:
I hereby call an emergency recess! Bailiff! Ensure the defendant is in custody, and clear the courtroom!
Ryunosuke:
The courtroom was filled with smoke, and everyone was thrown into confusion. All of us were made to leave this chamber. In that brief interval...under the veil of smoke and in all the chaos... ...it could have been possible to steal inside the omnibus!
McGilded:
...Are you WISE?!What are ye tryin' to pull, ye...ye rotten, feckless gouger!
Ryunosuke:
F-Feckless...gouger?
McGilded:
Yer supposed to be defendin' me! 'Tis a wicked plot! 'Tis a plot to undermine me, so it is!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Whatever you think this is, it changes nothing. The facts...are the same.
McGilded:
...!
Van Zieks:
After this courtroom was evacuated earlier as a result of the smoke grenade... ...a number of inconsistencies materialised in relation to the omnibus.
Judge:
Inconsistencies? Such as...?
Van Zieks:
To start with, the storage compartment underneath the rear passenger seat. When the police investigated the omnibus, this compartment was full of the driver's items. Secondly, we have the smear of blood on the edge of the skylight. As I have said, that was not present at the start of the trial this morning.
Judge:
Hmmm... Unfortunately, Lord van Zieks... ...no one is able to corroborate your claims.
Ryunosuke:
(That's true... When the omnibus was first wheeled out, both the storage compartment and the skylight were shut.)
Judge:
Accordingly, I'm afraid to say...we cannot establish with any certainty... ...if this evidence is the result of tampering or not.
Van Zieks:
...Indeed, My Lord. No doubt there was not a single person who saw fit to verify such things.
Susato:
What do you think?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
About the omnibus... Is there anything else unusual about the omnibus?
I have no idea
Ryunosuke:
(If I'm honest, I don't remember what I examined when in that omnibus. I can't verify this either way.) My Lord! At this moment in time, the defence can-
Susato:
Hold it!
Susato:
Can point out one other inconsistency. A mark that surely could not have been present at the start of the trial.
Judge:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! What are you doing?!
Susato:
I examined the omnibus with you, don't forget. There's something that seems out of place...compared to how the carriage looked originally. That's what we need to identify now.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Leads to:
"What in the devil's name are you goin' to say now?!"
I have an inkling
Ryunosuke:
My Lord...
Judge:
Yes, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
There is one further inconsistency. A mark that surely could not have been present at the start of the trial.
Judge:
What?!
Leads to:
"What in the devil's name are you goin' to say now?!"
McGilded:
What in the devil's name are you goin' to say now?! If, if you dare to betray me, ye little maggot...ye'd better start watchin' yer back!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Silence, McGilded! The court awaits the defence's clarification.
McGilded:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
(This trial keeps swinging one way and then the other. I have no idea what's the truth and what's deception... What am I supposed to believe here?) 
Judge:
I shall have to ask you to elaborate, Counsel. Where exactly is this alleged mark that you claim appeared at some point during the trial? 
Present bloodstain on floor
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"If we consider that the victim fell through the skylight onto the floor of the cabin..."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I, I think...it must be this mark here!
Van Zieks:
If you mean the mark of sweat around your collar... ...that has certainly gained prominence over the course of proceedings.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
It would appear you are clutching at straws in desperation, Counsel. As evidenced by your abundant perspiration.
Ryunosuke:
It's a cold sweat, My Lord...
Susato:
We're so close, Mr Naruhodo! It's something that Lord van Zieks appears to not have noticed. That's the correct answer here!
Ryunosuke:
(In other words, something that the prosecution hasn't mentioned...)
Leads back to:
"I shall have to ask you to elaborate, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
If we consider that the victim fell through the skylight onto the floor of the cabin... ...you would certainly expect to find signs of blood where he landed. But as far as I recall... ...the bloodstain on the cabin floor was not there when the omnibus was first brought into the courtroom.
Judge:
Good Lord! Yes...I do believe you're correct, Counsel.
Van Zieks:
......... ...Well said. Although as advocate for the defence, one might say that was a very careless slip of the tongue.
Ryunosuke:
I believe that bloodstain on the floor is a decisive piece of evidence. But if the question is whether that evidence is genuine, or whether it was unlawfully fabricated by someone... ...I feel compelled to admit that there's at least a possibility...that the evidence is fake!
???:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGH!
McGilded:
This trial...is over.
Ryunosuke:
Mr McGilded...?
McGilded:
I've done everytin' I possibly can to cooperate with the court, but... ...'tis all over now.
Ryunosuke:
But! But you're the defendant!
McGilded:
'Tis over, I tell ye!
Ryunosuke:
...!
McGilded:
Memory...recollection...what people tink they saw... 'Tis all a nonsense! Facts are what counts! And the fact is, that bloodstain is there! Now!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Well...
McGilded:
And over the course of this desperate trial, long and extremely drawn-out as it has been... ...that good-for-nuttin' Reaper of the Bailey has failed to present any decisive evidence at all!
Van Zieks:
...!
McGilded:
...I'm scandalised, so I am. I'd thought better of Lord van Zieks. Well? My Lord?
Judge:
......... ...I must concur with the defendant. The unaffirmed recollections of an individual cannot stand as evidence. At this moment in time, the particular bloodstain in question is very much in existence. And in the absence of any credible method by which to prove its alleged previous non-existence... ...I regret to say that it would be improper for this trial to continue.
Ryunosuke:
Your, Your Lordship can't be serious.
Judge:
Lord van Zieks, what is your position?
Van Zieks:
......... The prosecution, My Lord... ...has no further witnesses or evidence to present.
Judge:
Very well. In that case, as I believe we have explored every possible avenue in this matter... ...I shall proceed to my adjudication. As a formality, I am of course obliged to confirm with the defence first...
Ryunosuke:
......... (What formality?)
Susato:
As things stand at the moment, it would seem... ...that Mr McGilded will be found not guilty.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes...
Susato:
Which would mean...we've won.
Ryunosuke:
(...Is that really the right outcome here? Is it really alright for the trial to come to an end now, with all these unexplained inconsistencies?)
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence...your closing statement, please.
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, My Lord. The defence believes...
The defendant is innocent
Ryunosuke:
As Mr McGilded's legal representative... ......... (...I can't breathe... The air in here is stifling... But I'm this man's defence lawyer. There's only one thing I can say in this situation...) ...I believe the defendant, Magnus McGilded...to be innocent of the allegations brought against him.
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel.
McGilded:
.........
Van Zieks:
...Here's to you, my Nipponese friend, and the most abject closing I have yet to hear in a court of law.
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar!
McGilded:
...Eh...heh...heh heh heh... Wah hah hah hah hah! Oh, 'twas a grand decision to appoint you as my lawyer, so it was! A grand decision!
Ryunosuke:
.........
McGilded:
You've saved one of London's most...influential gentleman [sic], fella! Ye should be proud of yeself!
Leads to:
"Here, have this for your troubles!"
The defendant could be guilty
Ryunosuke:
I am here in this courtroom today to advocate for the defence of my client, Mr McGilded. However... ...at this moment in time, I cannot in all good conscience attest fully to the defendant's innocence.
Judge:
What are you saying, man?
McGilded:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Without any question, there is no conclusive evidence to prove that the defendant is guilty. However...there is also no conclusive evidence to prove that he is innocent.
Judge:
Good... Good gracious me! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! This, this is unprecedented behaviour, Counsel! A defence lawyer calling the accused's innocence into question?! Are you of sound mind?!
McGilded:
...Eh...heh...heh heh heh... Wah hah hah hah hah! Oh, 'twas a grand decision to appoint you as my lawyer, so it was! A grand decision!
Ryunosuke:
What?
McGilded:
I must say, I didn't expect quite such an excitin' spectacle at the end there, but still...
Leads to:
"Here, have this for your troubles!"
McGilded:
Here, have this for your troubles!
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
McGilded:
Your job here is done, fella. And some fine work ye've done, so ye have.
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What do you mean?
McGilded:
'Tis just as the Right Honourable gentleman so succinctly put it afore... The trial can't go on any more. And yer closing statement there was - how did he put it now? - nuttin' more than a formality.
Wah hah hah hah hah!
Juror No. 1:
I, I really don't know what to make of all this.
Juror No. 5:
Was the evidence we've seen genuine? Or...was it fake?
Juror No. 2:
His Lordship would be fuming. Any unsightly rubbish should be disposed of promptly, as I said.
Juror No. 4:
.........
Juror No. 3:
The stinking rich are always guilty of something! You - Hyuurgh! mark my words!
Juror No. 6:
I feel terribly ashamed that I ever doubted that lovely man who gave us the lovely park.
Judge:
......... Now that proceedings have unfolded in this way... ...I am compelled to declare a premature end to this trial. Furthermore... ...the court must accept the defendant's plea.
McGilded:
...I tank you kindly, My Lord.
Judge:
......... I hereby pronounce the verdict of this court...
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But! But we still haven't determined if the bloodstain in the omnibus is genuine or not! We don't know if these witnesses are telling the truth or a pack of lies! We have no idea about the truth!
Judge:
......... Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
...My Lord?
Judge:
The case made by the prosecution was flawed, plain and simple.
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
If indeed the omnibus presented as evidence was tampered with... ...the prosecution is at fault for allowing such a disgraceful perversion of justice to take place.
Van Zieks:
......... My sincerest apologies, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
Objection! 
Ryunosuke:
But...wait! When we were evacuated from the courtroom, Lord van Zieks ordered the evidence to be secured!
Judge:
I'm afraid the prosecution cannot shun responsibility in this matter.
Ryunosuke:
That's...so unfair!
Judge:
The culpability of the defendant has not, at the present time, been established by this court. Consequently... ...the jury will not be required to proffer judgement.
Juror No. 1:
What?
McGilded:
Well, Lord van Zieks...it's been a pleasure, so it has. And as for you, my dear fella...I couldn't have asked for a better defence!
Wah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 1:
Do you mean to tell me this has all been a grand waste of time?
McGilded:
'Tis the law of the land, my good man. If ye'd like to pursue this matter further, ye can always go ahead and try to change the law.
Van Zieks:
......... Magnus McGilded...
McGilded:
Good grief! Ye've more to say to me, have ye?
Van Zieks:
Just one thing. ...A warning. This is far from over.
McGilded:
Well, sometin' to be lookin' forward to then! Wah hah hah hah hah!
Judge:
I hereby pronounce the defendant, Mr Magnus McGilded...
Not Guilty
I can't believe it!This is an outrage! They should have examined the evidence more!What are you talking about? The man's been cleared! He's innocent!
Ryunosuke:
With the courtroom in pandemonium for the second time that day, the judge delivered his verdict. And my first ever trial in Great Britain came to an abrupt end... ...with the defendant being found not guilty - ostensibly a victory for us.
18th February, 5:14 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
That certainly was a long trial.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...yes, it was.
Susato:
Your first ever trial on foreign soil, and your first victory. It was a wonderful performance. My heartfelt congratulations.
Ryunosuke:
And to you, Miss Susato. Thank you for your assistance. ......... I, I suppose we should be happy.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
The trouble is, we're still completely in the dark about what actually happened.
Susato:
Well, we didn't have enough time.
Ryunosuke:
...But isn't it wrong? I mean, who was actually responsible for Mr Mason's death? We don't even know that!
Susato:
'The sole aim of the defence is to obtain a verdict that exonerates the defendant.' You carried out your duty to perfection.
???:
...Aye, that you did!
Ryunosuke:
Mr McGilded... (Ah, and that girl is with him, too...)
McGilded:
Well, it seems the stories are true.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? What stories?
McGilded:
About the six enormous fireworks they do be lettin' off when there's a verdict of not guilty. I'm sure youse must have seen them now. Spectacular, wouldn't ye say?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, definitely.
McGilded:
I'd heard it was a sight to behold, and to be sure it was! And I've you to tank...I suppose. For havin' an opportunity to see it. Wah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I don't know about that. I'm not sure I really did anything.
McGilded:
What on earth are ye sayin', fella? How did I walk out of there a free man then?
Ryunosuke:
I don't think it was so much thanks to me as...down to your...planning.
McGilded:
......... Yer a straight-talkin' fella, aren't ye? I must say, ye had me astray in the head there once or twice. But yer young and headstrong! Wah hah hah hah! Ah, 'tis water under the bridge!
Susato:
Congratulations, Mr McGilded, on having your name cleared.
Ryunosuke:
(But nothing's resolved...)
McGilded:
There's only one ting that matters to me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? 
McGilded:
Aye... They've all seen that I didn't do that odious and absonant deed! 'Tis grand, is it not?
Ryunosuke:
I...suppose it is.
McGilded:
Now the fine fellas of Scotland Yard can take matters in hand and sort out any wee details. They'll see it for what it is! They'll get to the truth! I've absolute faith in them, so I have. After all... ...I do be providin' a good number of their wages with all the taxes I pay. Wah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
(It's not that funny...)
McGilded:
So then... ...as we agreed aforehand...one thousand guineas for yer troubles, fella.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, no no! I couldn't possibly accept that much!
McGilded:
Ara, be whist! Yer a humble people are ye, you from the East? Well...if you insist. But have this, still an' all. Ye deserve a reward.
Bailiff:
Mr Magnus McGilded! Everything is ready, sir. If you'd like to follow me into the courtroom...
Ryunosuke:
(Into the courtroom?)
McGilded:
What's this, Officer? 'Tis sooner than I was led to believe.
Bailiff:
I hope it's not inconvenient, sir. There were some changes to the schedule.
McGilded:
Well, I must be makin' tracks now. 'Tis time for the inspection.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What inspection? 
McGilded:
They're goin' to examine the omnibus again, so I'm told. I asked if I could be present for it meself.
Susato:
They're going to examine it again? Now?
McGilded:
Naturally, I'm under no obligation to take part in any more of this matter now. But as an upstandin' member of London society, I do be doin' me best to help where I can. 'Tis a gentleman's duty, so it is.
Ryunosuke:
...!
McGilded:
So then, fare thee well! 'Twas an absolute pleasure meetin' youse. I hope ye have a whale of a time while yer studyin' here in Great Britain!
Ryunosuke:
(And there he goes...a free man...) Oh! (I forgot she was here, too.)
Gina:
...Don't move!
Ryunosuke:
(...Whereas I want to say, 'Get a move on!' She really does take forever to load that thing...) Miss Lestrade...would you mind putting that thing down?
Gina:
......... ...Yer a grown-up...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gina:
And I 'ate all grown-ups. .........
???:
Ah! There you are!Naughty, naughty, running off like that!
Ryunosuke:
(Is this some kind of picnic? Who's this little girl now?)
???:
And taking that with you as well! I was looking forward to the trial run of my experimental smoke grenade launcher!
Gina:
...Hah!
???:
Oh! Do you want to play? You won't beat me!
Gina:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me, but...who are you?
???:
Oh, good day to you! I'm...well, the inventor, I suppose, of that machine.
Ryunosuke:
The inventor?
???:
Well, normal smoke grenades are so dull, don't you agree? White, white and more white. If you have to be shrouded in smoke, it could at least be a pretty colour, I thought to myself!
Ryunosuke:
...Do we have to be shrouded in smoke, though? At all?
???:
I just took my eyes off it for a moment whilst I was changing onto a different omnibus, and she pinched it! Luckily, I fitted it with a telegraphic beacon.
Ryunosuke:
A tele-whatsit what? (I have no idea what this girl is talking about.)
???:
Anyway! You're coming with me now! Back to my laboratory!
Gina:
Wot? ...Wot for?
???:
To apologise of course, silly! To my technician.
Gina:
Wot? You mean, say sorry?
???:
You must say sorry when you've done something wrong. Surely an adult has told you that before?
Gina:
An adult? Hmph! I don't listen to no adults!
???:
Come along then, follow me.
Gina:
......... Fine, 'ave it your way.
???:
Oh good! You see, I knew you'd want to do the right thing in the end!
Ryunosuke:
(...I'm fairly sure that what she wants is not to get shot by that massive gun of yours!)
???:
We'll be leaving now then. Bye-bye! I'm so sorry for all the fuss!
Ryunosuke:
(She was a lively one...)
Susato:
Well...do you think perhaps we ought to be on our way now, too?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. But... ...where to?
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
We haven't had time to find a place to stay. No sooner had we arrived in London than we had to rush here. All our travelling cases are still with the bailiff.
Susato:
Hmmm... I was originally planning to spend today in search of lodgings.
Ryunosuke:
But at this late hour in the day, I'm afraid we may be out of luck.
Susato:
......... Don't worry, though! I have a plan! If the worst comes to the worst, I've heard of a lovely park where we could spend the night!
Ryunosuke:
Please tell me you're not thinking of McGilded Park.
Susato:
I know it may be a little chilly at this time of year, but... our youthfulness will see us through!
Ryunosuke:
I'm...not so sure about that. I think a midwinter London night will freeze a young person solid just as easily as an elderly one.
Susato:
...Oh dear. That doesn't sound agreeable.
Ryunosuke:
(Now I'm starting to regret turning Mr McGilded down. That one thousand guineas would have paid for a lovely warm room...or mansion.)
And so... ...the trial to determine my worthiness for the study tour was over by the end of our first day in London. However, as we were soon to learn... ...there were more trying times ahead. Just as the Reaper of the Bailey had warned... ...the case was far from over.
Anime cutscene
Man 1:
What's going on?
Man 2:
Get the fire brigade!
Man 1:
Water! Bring water, quick!
Inspector:
What the... How did this happen?
Bailiff:
I dunno, sir! By the time I got 'ere, it was already engulfed...
Inspector:
No one was supposed to be allowed in here before we started investigatin'! No...oh good God! There's, there's someone in there!
Judge:
Ooh...this...this can't be...
End
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
I've investigated thoroughly, but... I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The witness's last statement is clearly at odds with this piece of evidence!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but I fail to see the connection.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Judge:
And for heaven's sake, would you kindly desist from that wide-eyed panic-stricken look you are wont to wear!
Ryunosuke:
(...But it's the only panic-stricken look I know...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Let's just consider the implications of that statement for a moment, shall we?
Judge:
What implications, Counsel? Nothing strikes me about it.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...um...exactly! There's nothing striking about it!
Judge:
Hm, what does strike me is your propensity for the inane, however.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I need to clear my head and come at this again from a different angle.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That reveals a damning inconsistency, that last statement!
Judge:
Damning, you say? As I look at you, Counsel, I see your trembling hand, your pallid expression and your perspiring brow.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Judge:
It seems to me THAT is the damning inconsistency here. With the misplaced confidence of your assertion!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... He has a damning tongue...)
Judge:
...You invite it, sir.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
There's clearly something odd about that last statement made by the witness!
Judge:
There is clearly something odd here indeed. Your behaviour, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Haha! Please, d-don't mind me...
Judge:
That would be significantly easier if you would lower your hand.
Ryunosuke:
(I won't lower my hand until I prove my client's innocence! ...As long as it's quite quick.)
Pursue Beppo incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
...Well, Mr Beppo?
Beppo:
Oh? Me, sir?
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add in relation to that last statement?
Beppo:
......... Well, sir. There is j-just one thing, sir. I was w-w-wondering what's going to become of m-my omnibus, sir. After the t-trial.
Ryunosuke:
...What do you mean?
Beppo:
I can't help w-w-wondering... Will no one want to ride in a c-cursed c-carriage someone was k-killed in? Or w-w-will everyone want to ride in it? Yes, the c-cursed c-carriage could be an attraction, maybe... It c-c-could be a s-sink or swim moment for me. Oh yes, I think it w-will be!
Ryunosuke:
...Well, if you could just focus on the testimony for the time being, please...
Pursue Bruce Fairplay incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
...If I may, Mr Fairplay?
Fairplay:
What are you fossicking for now?
Ryunosuke:
That last statement appears to have given you pause for thought.
Fairplay:
...Not really.
Ryunosuke:
......... By the way, you always seem to be looking to the side, one way or another. Do have some...affliction?
Fairplay:
...Not really.
Ryunosuke:
(He's 'not really' willing to say anything, it seems...)
Fairplay:
It's none of your business anyhow!
Pursue Lay D. Furst incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Furst!
Furst:
Oh! How can I help you, sir?
Ryunosuke:
That last statement... Did it trouble you in some way?
Furst:
Oh! Um...not particularly, sir, no.
Ryunosuke:
(If anything... ...he's troubling me with that hat of his. Has he greased his head?) 
Furst:
Oh dear, sir. I hope my hat's not troubling you, sir. I'm still just an apprentice, you see.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... Even the witnesses can see what's going through your mind. You really must be more careful.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... I wish it were that simple...
Pit incorrect juror statements during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Juror No. 1:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
As the foreman of the jury, I refuse to accept this outlandish interjection!
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Juror No. 1:
There is no contradiction here, you young stripling! None whatsoever!
Judge:
I agree. You will refrain from personal attacks on the jury based solely on your own frustrations, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
(...The really frustrating thing is, I thought I'd identified a genuine discrepancy there...) 
Susato:
It's important to take your time in considering which statements contradict which others, Mr Naruhodo. I suggest you listen carefully to all six jurors again.
Pursue Gina Lestrade incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade!
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Did something spring to mind when you heard that last statement, perhaps? No, it seems not. Forget I asked.
Pursue Magnus McGilded incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Let me ask you something, Mr McGilded.
McGilded:
Oh? And what would that be, fella?
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that last statement?
McGilded:
No, not really. I'm altogether happy with what's been said. Kind of ye to ask, still an' all. Here. Have yeself a tip!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (...Does he think I was asking after his general wellbeing?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel, that will do! I've seen enough. According to the powers vested in me by Her Majesty the Queen, I declare no further examination necessary. As such, I shall be requesting the final decisions of the members of the jury. Are you all ready, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
...Certainly, My Lord.
Judge:
Very good. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will announce your findings to the court in turn, please.
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
I hereby find the defendant, Mr Magnus McGilded...
Guilty
Judge:
I thank the good ladies and gentlemen of the jury for their swift and insightful contemplation. That is all. This court is adjourned!
The Adventure of the Unbreakable Speckled Band
Transcript
Episode II
The Adventure of the Unbreakable Speckled Band
Anime cutscene
In a corner of that small, dark room, Sholmes and I waited with bated breath. In time, there came from the ventilator a hiss and a soft, almost growl-like sound. Suddenly, Sholmes sprang into action, lashing furiously with his cane at a point in the darkness. 'You see it, Wilson?' he yelled, his tense voice reverberating through the air. I raised my dark-lantern's shutter, and the room slowly came into view. Sholmes was staring intently at one particular corner when he started whispering to me, 'The victim's most perplexing final words - "the speckled band" - I believe this is the terrible coil to which she referred, Wilson!' In front of us was an enormous adder, its fangs bared as it threatened to strike. It truly was the most terrible 'speckled band' I had ever seen.
9th January, 6:37 a.m.
On Board the Steamship Burya
Anime cutscene
Detective:
So then...let us unravel this mystery and discover what events led to this curious murder. Pray, do excuse me. The cabin door was bolted from the inside when the man was killed. No marks to suggest the bolt was tampered with in any way. So this would appear to be a locked room mystery. In his final moments, the victim scrawled a message on the floor. Hm, almost certainly with the ink from this upset bottle. A Russian word... So the victim was a Russian man, then. And the letters are well formed, suggesting he was compos mentis at the time. Hm, this is a most extraordinary script. And evidently...not penned by the same hand as this message. In fact, I deduce it was written by someone of a different nationality. This paper seal was placed just prior to the incident... by the victim himself, I would venture. Well... what have we here?
Sailor 1:
Who are you and WHAT do you think you are doing here?!
Sailor 2:
Da, da! No one must touch before maritime police come! We must wait!
Detective:
Shh! That won't be necessary. You see...in less than five seconds from now, I will reveal the killer to you. 
Sailor 1:
D-Don't be absurd! This is murder! And in cabin locked from inside!
Detective:
Ah yes, the locked room. But that mystery is paper thin. 
Susato:
You, you don't mean...the culprit is in there?!
Sailor 3:
Wh-Who are you and where have you come from?
Detective:
I'm a Great British consulting detective. The only one in the world. Herlock Sholmes. I presume...you must have heard of me.
(Ugh, my head is throbbing. What's going on? Something's not right here. There's trouble in the air...)
Examine evidence
University Collar Pin
Front of pin
Ryunosuke:
Ah, the symbol of Yumei University... Every student wears this pin with pride. It's funny, but most emblems seem to be either round or rectangular. I like this spiked design, even though it doesn't really make any sense. Although, it does cause problems. Lots of students end up cutting their fingers on their badges. Perhaps it was the idea of one of the founders. 'A sharp pin for a sharp mind' or something...?
Back of pin
Ryunosuke:
My personal student number is engraved on the back here. If you lose your pin, they won't accept you as a Yumei student at the university. 'Yu mei not come in!' they say. Of course, you can get a new pin made if you can just tell them your number. I've actually lost mine twice already, but I still don't know my student number by heart. I always say to myself, 'I mustn't forget to write it down somewhere.' But then I forget not to forget that...
Paper Seal
Front of seal
Ryunosuke:
This is the paper seal I wrote for the wardrobe. I remember really working hard to make it. But I'll never forget how Kazuma reacted. 'Do you expect the Russian crew to be able to read that?!' he said. Still, I was sure people would get the idea, even if they couldn't read it. So we used it anyway. And it worked. I don't know if the crew thought it was creepy or what, but no one opened the doors!
Glue on backside
Ryunosuke:
You can see the remnants of the glue we used to stick this over the wardrobe doors. Although it wasn't proper glue, of course. We didn't have any of that with us. So I pulverised some rice into a paste to use instead. But to a stowaway like me, every single grain of rice represents precious rations. That's why I spread it as thinly as I possibly could. I couldn't bear to waste any.
Ryunosuke:
(Wait... I, I can't move!) Agh! What the- (Why am I in handcuffs?!)
???:
Hmph. So, you wake up now, hm? 
Sailor:
We had to drag you out of the wardrobe. I do not believe how you could not wake up. You are true cold-blooded man. 
Ryunosuke:
You... Haah... You found me, then.
Sailor:
Da. We found you. And now you pay...kriminal! How long are you hiding in that tiny wardrobe, hm?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry... 
Sailor:
Now you have been found, it is time to admit your crimes. Unless you want to find out how cold the ocean is, hm?
Ryunosuke:
No no! I'll tell you everything!
???:
There's only one thing I'd like to know from you.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Isn't that...?)
Susato:
Why did you do it? Why did you take his life?
Ryunosuke:
M-Miss Susato! ......... Wait, what did you just say? 'Take...his life'...? 
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Um... Where, where is he? Where's Kazuma?
Susato:
.........
Sailor:
Hah! You pretend you do not know?! You are a wolf in the sheep's pelt! You are the killer! Do not try to make excuses!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Susato:
Kazuma-sama was... Kazuma-sama's body was discovered not long ago. Here...in this very cabin. That was bolted shut from the inside.
Ryunosuke:
His, his body...?
Sailor:
Please... ...do not try to tell us you were doing this terrible thing in your sleep!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma's dead...? But...he can't be... ......... And these handcuffs... Surely you don't think I...?
Susato:
I have to know... Why did you take Kazuma-sama's life? Answer me! Please!
No... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Kazuma... It was just two short weeks ago...
Ryunosuke:
Are you sure about this? Won't we get in trouble?
Kazuma:
Ha ha ha ha hah! Don't you find it fun being a stowaway? Besides, how else could you come to England with me to study?
Ryunosuke:
It was really something else when they brought your luggage in here earlier, though. The way that Russian crewman just tossed your travelling case onto the floor... ...I thought I was going to die!
Kazuma:
Yes, I still can't quite believe that. I really didn't think you'd be able to fit inside my trunk. You must be even less of a man than you look!
Ryunosuke:
Hey! Honestly, I thought I'd broken every bone in my body!
Kazuma:
Well, it's about fifty days until we dock in Great Britain. But if you confine yourself to my cabin here, I don't expect anyone will discover you.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, I hope not! I get the feeling those Russians wouldn't be very forgiving of a stowaway...
Kazuma:
They're a sturdy bunch, that's for sure.
Ryunosuke:
What I want to know is, why do we need to keep it a secret from the young lady?
Kazuma:
From our faithful Judicial Assistant Mikotoba, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
From YOUR close friend, more to the point. Surely we could confide in her, couldn't we? I don't believe she'd give me away.
Kazuma:
No, but if she knew what we'd done, that would make her guilty by association. It's best that only you and I know about this.
Ryunosuke:
Hm, I suppose so... 
Kazuma:
Anyway, it's about the time that the steward is supposed to come and clean the cabin. I know it's cramped, but you'd better get in there, I think. It won't be for long. And anyway, compared to hiding inside my travelling case, it'll be a breeze. 
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but what if the steward decides to open the wardrobe for some reason? Then I'll be in for it.
Kazuma:
Stop worrying. I tell you what. Why don't you write 'Keep out' or something on this piece of paper?
Ryunosuke:
What?
Kazuma:
Then I can stick it over the wardrobe doors once you're inside.
Ryunosuke:
I don't know...
We've only been at sea for about fifteen days. How can this have happened? We were supposed to be going on this adventure to England together!
Sailor:
We leave you at next port. Stay quiet until then. Don't make more trouble for yourself... ...Murderer!
Ryunosuke:
No! I'm not a murderer!
Sailor:
Da! You said before! You said you admit everything about your crimes!
Ryunosuke:
No! That's not right! I mean, yes, I did stow away on this ship, but... Murdering my best friend?
Sailor:
No one else could have done it. Admit the truth!
Ryunosuke:
Um...Susato-san...
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Please...tell me what happened! I need to know!
Susato:
......... Very well. But there is something I would like to ask of you, too.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, those eyes... She looks like she's ready to destroy me... This nightmare is getting worse by the minute... I suppose all I can do is try to find out what really happened...)
Converse
Kazuma's death
Ryunosuke:
He, he really has been killed, hasn't he? This isn't just a bad dream?
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And these handcuffs... They think I did it? They think I'm Kazuma's killer?
Susato:
When they found him, the cabin was locked from the inside.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Susato:
There's no access to the cabin via a porthole window, and the bolt on the door can't be operated from the outside. In other words, after the...crime, the culprit couldn't have escaped these four walls.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
Or to put it another way, the culprit can only have been somebody inside this cabin. ...Or do you have some other explanation?
Ryunosuke:
......... (This is impossible...) How did he die, then? What happened exactly?
Susato:
Are you still going to deny the charge? Even despite the circumstances?
Ryunosuke:
Please, Susato-san! You have to tell me!
Susato:
......... The cause of death is...still undetermined. 
Ryunosuke:
(They don't know how he died?)
Susato:
The ship's doctor is examining the body, but of course, he has no post-mortem analysis experience. I don't suppose we shall learn more until an expert has been consulted at our next port of call.
Ryunosuke:
So presumably that means...there were no obvious external signs of injury, then?
Susato:
That's true, yes.
About the incident
Ryunosuke:
Can't anyone tell me what exactly happened here in this cabin?! I don't understand it! Why would anyone want to kill Kazuma?
Susato:
Presumably, that's something you know the answer to better than anyone.
Ryunosuke:
Please...
Susato:
Whatever you say, you were here in the cabin, after all.
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, I was, but...
Susato:
......... He would always wake before dawn and do his training first thing in the morning. I was waiting outside his cabin, as I have every day so far on this voyage. But this morning, he did not come. I could sense that he wouldn't.
Ryunosuke:
(Does that mean...he was already dead when Susato-san arrived at his cabin door, I wonder.)
Susato:
I knocked, but there was no reply. Then I started to become worried, so I went to find a member of the crew. The crewman forced the cabin door open, and when we managed to get inside... ...there was Kazuma-sama, collapsed on the floor... .........
Ryunosuke:
(And the white tape there now shows exactly where he was found, I suppose...) I had no idea anything had happened. I, I must have been asleep in the wardrobe somehow...
Susato:
I wish it wasn't the case, but...that's just very hard to believe.
Ryunosuke:
(This is all very hard to believe for me, too. Trust me!)
After clearing all Converse options:
Susato:
Now I've told you everything that I know. So it's my turn to ask you a question.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, alright. (Ugh, my head feels so heavy. It's still throbbing like anything.)
Converse
'Stowaway'
Susato:
Why are you even on board this ship, Naruhodo-san? You said something before about being a stowaway, didn't you?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes... I'm afraid that's true. It's two weeks since we left Japan now. And I've been shut up in this cabin the entire time.
Susato:
I had no idea. But how could you have occupied Kazuma-sama's cabin for so long without him noticing?
Ryunosuke:
No no no! That would have been impossible, obviously!
Susato:
......... Yes, of course.
Ryunosuke:
...Kazuma invited me. He wanted us to go to England together.
Susato:
He actually asked you? But...why?
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid...I don't really know the reason myself.
Susato:
I don't understand...
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma, why do you want this? What's the real reason? Why go to such extreme lengths to smuggle me to England with you?
Kazuma:
......... It's an idea that's been on my mind ever since the end of that incredible trial. I think I told you then, didn't I? That you ought to become a lawyer yourself.
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, you did say that. But I didn't think you were serious. 
Kazuma:
You have a talent for it. I can assure you of that.
Ryunosuke:
But I've never really thought about becoming a lawyer.
Kazuma:
Well, that's something you can decide for yourself. London is at the spearhead of cultural development. The centre of the world, in many ways. There can't be any harm in seeing such an important place with your own eyes, can there?
Ryunosuke:
Well, no, definitely not.
Kazuma:
But on a personal level... ...if you were to become a lawyer, then... .........
Ryunosuke:
Then what?
Kazuma:
Nothing. Forget it.
Ryunosuke:
...?
Susato:
......... Kazuma-sama is- He was always saying the same thing. That he wanted to change the Japanese legal system. Perhaps he thought he could do that with you.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, maybe. (But something's still bothering me a little. The look in his eyes then... It was darker than I've ever seen it before.) Um, Susato-san... I'm sorry that we kept it a secret from you. My stowing away on this ship, I mean.
Susato:
If I know Kazuma-sama... ...I expect he was trying to protect me. To avoid me becoming guilty by association.
Ryunosuke:
That's, that's exactly right, yes. (Word perfect, in fact!)
Last night
Susato:
If you're not the culprit, then tell me... What happened last night here in this cabin?
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, the thing is... ...I don't really remember. 
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma brought me something to eat, just like he always did. And then I got myself into that wardrobe over there, just like I always did. After that, I...
Susato:
Fell asleep?
Ryunosuke:
Erm... Well, yes.
Susato:
So deeply that you didn't even stir when Kazuma-sama was killed?
Ryunosuke:
Erm... Well...yes.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I know it sounds unbelievable. Really, I do. But it's the truth! If only I'd woken up, then perhaps I wouldn't be in this predicament. And for some reason...my head's still throbbing like anything.
Susato:
Really? .........
Ryunosuke:
Erm, is something wrong?
Susato:
Oh, um... No, it's... Please, forget it.
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san! You have to believe me! I didn't do it!
Susato:
I, I really don't want to doubt you. But the trouble is...there is no one else who could possibly have done this.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma... I don't understand. Why...? Why did this have to happen?!) Argh! (I can't take this!)
Susato:
Don't try to go anywhere! You're the perpetrator of this crime. You can't leave, I can't allow that to happen.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm sorry. But Kazuma was killed right under my nose here. And...I didn't do anything to stop it! And now I'm supposed to just sit around, my hands tied, while whoever did this walks free? No! I can't allow that to happen!
Susato:
Well, what do you propose to do, then?
Ryunosuke:
I'm going to investigate. I'm going to find out exactly what happened here! I'm going to work out who took Kazuma's life, and how and why they did it! So I'm sorry...but you're going to have to excuse me!
Susato:
Haiiiiiii-YA!
Ryunosuke:
What the-
Susato:
That was a Susato Takedown.
Ryunosuke:
A Su-Susato what? (What martial art form is that?)
Susato:
I'm going to need you to prove it.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Prove 'it'?
Susato:
Yes, Your innocence. I need evidence.
Ryunosuke:
But, but how am I supposed to...?
Susato:
Have you forgotten already? What you achieved just a few weeks ago. You successfully defended yourself in a court of law.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (I see... She's expecting me to present some conclusive evidence.)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(I have to get Susato-san to believe me! I'll show her some evidence right now that proves I'm not guilty of this awful crime!)
Present Paper Seal
Ryunosuke:
 
Leads to:
"Tell me, when I was discovered in the wardrobe before..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
 
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, how about this?
Susato:
You can't trick me with something irrelevant like that.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... (I'd better try to come up with something more convincing. Otherwise I get the feeling she'll throw me on the floor all over again.)
Susato:
The way you're looking at me... ...I think perhaps I didn't throw you hard enough.
Ryunosuke:
No no! It was definitely hard enough! Let me show you something else...
Leads back to:
"I have to get Susato-san to believe me!"
Ryunosuke:
Tell me, when I was discovered in the wardrobe before... ...was this piece of paper stuck over the doors?
Susato:
Oh, yes, it was. I remember clearly.
Ryunosuke:
I thought so. Kazuma always put it in place whenever I went to sleep in there. Just in case the cabin steward or another crew member decided to look inside. So naturally, he did the same last night as well.
Susato:
Ah! Yes, of course! The gentleman who discovered you peeled that sign from the wardrobe doors...before he opened them.
Ryunosuke:
But if I were truly the culprit... ...I couldn't have climbed back inside the wardrobe and stuck this on the outside of the doors on my own.
Susato:
Yes... That's quite true.
Ryunosuke:
In other words... ...it's impossible that I killed Kazuma!
Susato:
......... ......... Well... Even if you are sprawled hopelessly on the floor... ...I can see why Kazuma-sama thought so highly of you.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you...Susato-san. Now, do you think perhaps you could help me up?
Susato:
Well, in the light of that evidence... ...I don't see any reason why I should stop you from investigating in here at least.
Examine evidence
Paper Seal
Front of seal
Susato:
You drew the characters for this paper seal, didn't you, Naruhodo-san? They're such bold, vivid strokes you made!
Ryunosuke:
You're looking at a man who came aboard inside a trunk. Those brushstrokes needed to make a statement. If they'd found me in that wardrobe, those Russians would have hurled me into the freezing cold ocean.
Susato:
...I'm sure none of the crewmen would have done anything like that.
Ryunosuke:
Hm... Well, I'm not so sure.
Susato:
They would have forced you to wash dishes in the galley until you were on death's door or something like that.
Ryunosuke:
Wash dishes until I was on death's door? That's a lot of dishes.
Glue on backside
Susato:
Ah, these must be remnants of the glue you used to stick the paper seal on the wardrobe.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. It was pulverised rice.
Susato:
...Pulverised rice?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. I pulverised some of the rice from my evening meal...even though it broke my heart.
Susato:
Broke your heart?! What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Remember, I'm a stowaway on this ship. All I had to eat were Kazuma's leftovers. Even a couple of grains of rice could have meant the difference between life and death!
Susato:
Oh my... It must have been awful for you, Naruhodo-san. But I have some glue with me, as it happens. You're welcome to use it this evening.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Thank you very much!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you! So you finally believe me?
Susato:
I'm sorry... No.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
I'm not sure yet. I can't rule out the possibility that you used some sort of conjuring trick to put the sign back in position.
Ryunosuke:
(What does she think I am, a magician?)
Susato:
For now, I suggest you investigate as thoroughly as possible in here. I'll do the same.
Ryunosuke:
Alright! Let's get to work, Susato-san!
Susato:
Please don't misunderstand me. I still have my doubts.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Susato:
I shall be watching you, to make sure you do nothing that might disturb the crime scene. I wouldn't want you using your conjuring tricks to destroy evidence, for example.
Ryunosuke:
R-Right... (Well anyway, I should make a start on investigating in here. Examine everything I can. Kazuma, I swear... I will avenge your death!)
Examine
Sailor in corner
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps I should see what this Russian crewman makes of the scene of the crime.) Um, excuse me...
Sailor:
What?
Ryunosuke:
I, I was wondering how it's going. The investigation, I mean.
Sailor:
......... Grandmother told me Japanese people do not make jokes, but is not true, I see.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sailor:
The kriminal asking investigator for information about his crime? Very funny.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... It wasn't supposed to be a joke.
Susato:
He doesn't appear to be laughing, either. He's convinced you're guilty.
Ryunosuke:
(He might have useful information, though. I have to keep trying...) So, last night... Did you notice anything out of the ordinary at all?
Sailor:
......... Nyet! Of course not! Now back to corner of room and make silent! ...I say no more to you.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, did I hit a nerve? Just for a moment there, he seemed a little flustered.)
Door
Susato:
When I went for help and the crewmen forced the door open... ...this bolt had been firmly closed.
Ryunosuke:
Hm, it's quite a small bolt, and not particularly sturdy. And it just slides across to secure the door shut. But still, with the door bolted, there would be no way to get in or out of the cabin, that's for sure. (It's no wonder everyone suspects me.)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(When she glares at me like that, I feel tense all up and down my spine.) I, I remember reading once in a detective novel... The culprit used a needle and thread to draw a bolt across from outside the room in a situation like this!
Susato:
Yes, that's a clever trick, isn't it? I'm an avid reader of detective stories myself. But the door of this cabin and its frame are made of metal, and they seal together perfectly. There would be no possibility of using that needle and thread trick here, I'm afraid. .........
Ryunosuke:
(When she glares at me like that, I feel pins and needles all up and down my spine...)
Sign
Ryunosuke:
These are the 'Rules of Passage' for travel aboard the SS Burya.
Susato:
It's essentially a list of requests from the captain to all passengers on board.
Ryunosuke:
'Passengers must not keep weapons or other dangerous objects in their cabins. Pets are also strictly forbidden.'
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What? Why are you staring at me?
Susato:
Oh...sorry. I was just thinking. Are you more of a dangerous object or a pet? I can't decide.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, one thing's for sure. Either way, I wasn't supposed to be in here.)
Shelf
Ryunosuke:
The books have fallen over on the shelf, look. They've all toppled the same way.
Susato:
And what's this? A statue of some god of the sea? Although he's fallen over as well.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's almost as if the whole shelf has been ransacked, and everything mown down at once.
Susato:
I wonder if... Perhaps it was Kazuma-sama doing his morning sword training, do you think?
Ryunosuke:
I...seriously doubt it.
Susato:
Then perhaps... ...it was you, Naruhodo-san? In a fit of rage.
Ryunosuke:
I wouldn't have bothered leaving the wardrobe just to mess up a few books and a statue. (Could the way these things have been thrown about have anything to do with the case, I wonder...)
Susato:
Well, I'll just set everything straight again. I don't like to see a mess.
Scroll
Ryunosuke:
'Seigi'... The Japanese word for 'justice'. The brush strokes are straight and true, just like Kazuma.
Susato:
Yes, his calligraphy always was a reflection of his heart. Yet, you... Can you really look at those characters without feeling shame, knowing who drew them so thoughtfully?
Ryunosuke:
Of course I can! I mean, I'm innocent, so...why shouldn't I be able to?
Susato:
......... Even though you stowed away on this ship?
Ryunosuke:
......... Now you're going to bring that up, are you? I can't win...
Katana
Susato:
That's Kazuma-sama's precious sword. He never went anywhere without it.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, he was always saying, that a Japanese man's katana is his soul.
Susato:
I believe he had to work very hard to convince the government to allow him to bring it on this trip.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose that shows just how important it was to him. (And now he's gone... But I'm not ready to let his spirit go just yet.)
Susato:
.........
Chicken dinner or knife
Ryunosuke:
That's my dinner from last night. A roast chicken. It was really tasty.
Susato:
Yes, it was very delicious, wasn't it? But...did you eat it on the floor here?
Ryunosuke:
I'm not a dog, Susato-san. I ate at the table, of course. (Which begs the question of when and how the plate ended up on the floor.)
Susato:
But Kazuma-sama didn't like chicken at all, did he?
Ryunosuke:
No, that's right. So he didn't touch it. Which meant all the more for me!
Susato:
Oh no! Does, does that mean...? Poor Kazuma-sama spent his last night on this earth with an empty belly? It's just too horrible...
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, now I suddenly have a guilty conscience and an achy stomach.)
Table
Susato:
There's nothing on this table at all. The plate and cutlery are all over the floor for some reason.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's strange. Last night when I went to sleep, I'm sure everything was still... No, wait a minute.
Susato:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
That's funny. I, I can't seem to remember anything about what happened after dinner at all.
Susato:
......... So, so then perhaps...you ARE responsible for what happened to Kazuma-sama!
Ryunosuke:
No no no!
Suitcase
Susato:
That's a very large travelling case, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It carries...a lot of memories for me.
Susato:
Memories? What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Well, that's actually how I stowed away on this vessel. I was brought on board inside that case. 
Susato:
Ah yes, I see it says 'this way up'...in Japanese.
Ryunosuke:
Which in hindsight, I should have realised the foreign crewmen wouldn't be able to read. I was turned over and over and over. And then I was tossed on the floor in here.
Susato:
Oh dear. Being a stowaway isn't as romantic as it sounds.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, it was less painful than a Susato Takedown...)
Broken glass or floor mark
Ryunosuke:
What do you think this is? It looks like a broken piece of glassware. (Whatever the thing was, it appears to have broken clean in two...)
Susato:
The glass is such a beautiful colour. It looks like a cute little netsuke fastener form a kimono outfit.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not sure that sounds like Kazuma. He wouldn't have secretly carried a cute little trinket like this around with him...would he?)
Susato:
And the mark beside it... What is it, I wonder? It has a sort of brick-like hue.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. It is the colour of brick, isn't it? (Even though I don't see anything of the same colour anywhere else in the cabin...)
Writing on floor or body outline
Ryunosuke:
Did, did Kazuma write that before he died? It looks like it's written in ink.
Susato:
He must have knocked the ink pot from the desk when he collapsed on the floor. Then I suppose he wrote this message by dipping his finger in the spillage. Poor Kazuma-sama... No doubt he was in terrible pain... It's almost unbearable to imagine it.
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose he was trying to leave some kind of a clue in his final moments, was he?) I'm sorry, partner... But I can't read your writing.
Susato:
I don't think that's Japanese, Naruhodo-san.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Then, then what language is it?
Susato:
It pains me to admit it, but...I don't know.
Ryunosuke:
(It's not a foreign script I'm familiar with. What does it mean, I wonder?)
Desk
Susato:
This is where dear Kazuma-sama would have sat whenever he was writing.
Ryunosuke:
'London Diary'... (Poor Kazuma. He didn't even make it to his destination...)
Susato:
It looks as though the last entry is incomplete.
Ryunosuke:
(Which means...what? He was in the middle of writing it when the incident happened?) Let's see what it says. It could be a valuable clue!
Susato:
Haiiiiiii-YA! That's out of the question! 
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Susato:
Kazuma-sama may have departed this world... but you must NOT read his private thoughts!
Ryunosuke:
But, but what if it's something important? Something relevant to the case?
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Alright, alright. I won't read it.
Susato:
Poor Kazuma-sama...
Ryunosuke:
(I don't like prying into people's personal matters, either. But in this case, isn't the need for clues more important?)
Susato:
.........
Wardrobe
Susato:
It's some two weeks since we set sail from Japan. Have you really been living in that wardrobe the entire time, Naruhodo-san?
Ryunosuke:
I think 'living'...isn't quite the right description.
Susato:
Oh, no, I suppose not. Although it must have been rather exciting, making this voyage in your own secret hideout.
Ryunosuke:
The trouble was, I never knew when a member of the crew might come in. So yes, I did basically have to 'live' in the wardrobe. And last night was no exception.
Susato:
But because of that, you had no idea what was happening out here in the cabin.
Ryunosuke:
......... No... Sadly not.
Susato:
.........
Bell cord
Susato:
This is... Yes, it's a bell cord contraption, I think.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, 'contraption'?
Susato:
I read about it in a book I was studying that talked about life in Great Britain. Large households often have bell cords like this, which you can pull to ring a bell to summon servants.
Ryunosuke:
Really? That sounds almost magical.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Shall we give it a little try?
Susato:
Yes! ...In the interests of cultural research, obviously. 
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
......... I suppose nobody comes for lowly Japanese people...
Ryunosuke:
No no, I'm sure it's just that everyone is busy, that's all.
Vent
Susato:
I think that's some kind of opening for a ventilator. A hole through which fresh air can circulate into the cabin.
Ryunosuke:
Isn't that a little odd?
Susato:
What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Well, this ventilator, if that's what it is... ...looks like it must connect to the next-door cabin.
Susato:
Yes, it would appear to. You're right.
Ryunosuke:
But if its purpose is to allow fresh air into the room, surely it should be connected to the outside.
Susato:
Hm, that's true... Perhaps it's so that rain and spray don't find their way in when the seas are rough. Or something like that?
Ryunosuke:
I suppose... Maybe that's it.
After examining one area:
Susato:
Oh dear, that won't do.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! What's the matter, Susato-san?
Susato:
I don't suppose you're as foolish as me in that regard, are you, Naruhodo-san? I'm sure you're careful to look all around using [D-pad / B M], aren't you? Now, let's investigate all corners of this cabin!
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Let's do that! (I suppose my field of vision has been rather small until now...)
Shelf (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
These books are provided for the entertainment of whoever is occupying the cabin, I suppose.
Susato:
And they must be well looked after. You mustn't damage any of the ship's property!
Ryunosuke:
But it wasn't me who knocked them over...
Susato:
Well anyway, I feel much better now they're neatly lined up. I can't relax when things are in a mess.
Converse
Any option
Ryunosuke:
There's just one thing, Susato-san...
Susato:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Before we get on with investigating the cabin, could I ask you again abo-
Susato:
Haiiiiiii-YA!
I'm sorry. But I've already told you everything I know. We must do our best to find clues now. There's no time to lose!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, alright. Could you just help me up first, please?
Move
Ryunosuke:
(I'm in handcuffs and under house arrest by the crew, not to mention Susato-san's constant glares... I think it's fair to say that I'm stuck in this cabin, for the time being at least. I should focus on investigating in here to see what I can find out.)
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Um, Susato-san, about this...
Susato:
I'm sorry, Naruhodo-san... ...but we don't have time to waste on anything else. We must find clues.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, she looks serious. Really quite deadly serious!)
After examining desk, vent, and writing on floor/body outline:
Ryunosuke:
(Who's that? He wasn't there a minute ago... As far as I can tell, it looks like he might be European...)
Susato:
Oh! How did he...?
Ryunosuke:
You've noticed the man, too, have you? I've no idea who he is, or how he got in here. But he looks suspicious. And tall. Suspiciously tall!
Susato:
...! Naruhodo-san, don't tell me... Do you really not know who that is?
Ryunosuke:
Um, well...no. I don't have any foreign friends or acquaintances at all. (He doesn't look like a member of the crew. There's something very...unusual about him. And is he investigating Kazuma's desk, or is he just playing on it? I can't tell.)
Susato:
Well! In that case...we simply must talk with him!
Ryunosuke:
(Am I imagining it, or does Susato-san look almost uncontrollably excited?)
Susato:
By the way, I expect that you've noticed already, but just in case... If you press [A / Space] on people when they're in the cross hairs, you can converse with them.
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, I'll get that suspiciously tall gentleman in my sights and see what he has to say for himself!
Susato:
Oh, please do!
Examine
Man on desk
Leads to:
"Um...excuse me."
Ryunosuke:
Um...excuse me.
???:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Excuse me! Do you have a moment?
???:
Shh! This is a critical point in my investigation. .........
Ryunosuke:
Maybe I should leave him alone. He seems a little unfriendly.
Susato:
Yes, perhaps that would be for the best.
???:
Greetings! I hope I haven't kept you long?
Susato:
Agh!
Ryunosuke:
Um, what exactly were you doing on Kazuma's desk just now?
???:
......... ...Ah, I see. Fascinating.
Ryunosuke:
Uh...sorry? What do you see? (It feels like he's looking right through me!)
???:
Oh yes. Everything is clear now. The train of reasoning has run its course. My deductions have crystalised. You... ...have been in Afghanistan, I perceive. Just recently returned, if I'm not mistaken.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? ...WHAT?!
???:
And now, whilst venturing toward foreign climes, you find yourself in a most troubling predicament.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! (Well, that's true at least.)
Susato:
But, but how...?
???:
'How the deuce did I know that?' perhaps? It was really a most elementary deduction. Hardly worth explaining.
Susato:
Have you perhaps...managed to deduce anything else?
???:
But of course. A great many things. There is no mystery, my dear madam. For example... ...you have fled your native land of Russia, being, as you are, a merciless revolutionary!
Ryunosuke:
...!
???:
You leave sixteen victims of assassination in your wake, and now travel to England to blow up the Crystal Tower!
Ryunosuke:
...!!
???:
And! When the beribboned occupant of this very cabin discovered your identity, you ended his life, too! Yes...I believe that summarises the facts beautifully. No need to hide the truth now. Nothing deceives these eyes.
Ryunosuke:
......... Erm, just to be clear... You are talking about me, are you?
???:
Certainly I am. Do you see another in this cabin who fits the bill? A Russian assassin with sixteen victims to his name?
Ryunosuke:
(I don't even see ONE person who fits the bill!)
Susato:
......... So it's true. It was you who did this to Kazuma-sama.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
And, and you're plotting a revolution, too... It's shameful behavior, Naruhodo-san. Absolutely wicked!
Ryunosuke:
No...listen, there's no way I-
Susato:
Haiiiiiii-YA! Now explain yourself! Tell me everything!
Ryunosuke:
(This is ridiculous!)
Susato:
How could you do it?
Ryunosuke:
For pity's sake, open your eyes! I'm not a Russian revolutionary! Obviously!
Susato:
Oh... Forgive me...
Ryunosuke:
And as for you! What kind of deduction was that?! You were just saying the first thing that came into your head!
???:
Ah, but was I not right? Whilst venturing toward foreign climes, you do find yourself in a most troubling predicament...do you not?
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, maybe.
???:
Hah! There you have it, you see! What do you make of that? Hm?
Ryunosuke:
Well, to be honest... ...this ship is en route to England, and I'm in handcuffs at the scene of a murder. So...I'm not really sure you could call it 'deduction'. It's more plain 'observation'.
???:
Indeed! And observation, my dear boy, is the basis of all deduction. My method is founded upon the observation of trifles, you see. I announce my findings with a brassy certitude... ...and more often than not, I'm right!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... I don't think you introduced yourself.
???:
Ah, my apologies. How remiss of me. I am none other than the greatest detective of the century, known to men and women the world over.
Sholmes:
The inimitable Herlock Sholmes!
Susato:
So...it's really you? The actual Herlock Sholmes!
Sholmes:
The very same! The inimitable ACTUAL Herlock Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
Do you know this man, Susato-san?
Susato:
The most famous detective in the world? Naruhodo-san! Of course I do! There's nobody who hasn't heard of him!
Ryunosuke:
(What planet have I been living on then...?)
Susato:
We must ask him what he's deduced! He will have worked out the entire case already, I'm sure!
Ryunosuke:
(Really? Why do I feel uneasy about this...?)
Examine
Desk (after clearing "What you were just investigating" Converse option)
Susato:
This is where dear Kazuma-sama would have sat whenever he was writing.
Ryunosuke:
'London Diary'... (Poor Kazuma. He didn't even make it to his destination...)
Susato:
It looks as though the last entry is incomplete.
Ryunosuke:
(Which means...what? He was in the middle of writing it when the incident happened?)
Converse
'Great detective'
Ryunosuke:
So...you're a 'great detective', are you? Sorry, what was your name again?
Sholmes:
Indeed, I am none other than the one and only...Herlock Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. You're...German? 'Herr Lock', was it?
Sholmes:
No no, I have no 'herr'. I mean, I have HAIR... Please, call me Sholmes. You can read all about my exploits in this exciting London publication!
Susato:
Oh yes, Randst Magazine! Full of wonderful short stories and interest articles from Great Britain! I never miss an issue! I have it sent from England especially!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, here it is... 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'... So...you're the protagonist in a series of short stories, then?
Sholmes:
Indeed I am.
Ryunosuke:
(And you've read so many of your own stories, you've started to think you really ARE a detective...?)
Sholmes:
Make no mistake! I'm not the poor, deluded fellow you take me for. Your inference...is backward.
Ryunosuke:
Backward?
Sholmes:
My trusty biographer records my greatest detecting achievements and chronicles them in the magazine.
Ryunosuke:
You have a biographer...do you?
Sholmes:
Doesn't everyone? Mine goes by the name of Dr Wilson, presently keeping shop in London.
Ryunosuke:
(Doctor...Wilson...?)
Sholmes:
I must say, thanks to that publication, I've been fantastically busy of late. Why, this very moment, I am returning from Asia, having solved the mystery of a cursed royal crown!
Ryunosuke:
(Really? I can't work out whether I should take this man seriously or not.)
Sholmes:
Deduction, you see, is to me a science. Logical reasoning in its purest form.
Susato:
A science...?
Ryunosuke:
Really...?
Sholmes:
The astute observer notices even the most subtle of reactions in his subject. A furtive glance, a twitch of a muscle...a slight inclination of the posture... Fingernails, arm sleeves, furrows in the skin... All these things are data!
Ryunosuke:
Riiight...
Sholmes:
And the trained logician makes deductions from this data in the blink of an eye. The ultimate conclusion is, without fail...the truth! ...As I demonstrated only a few short moments ago.
Ryunosuke:
(How can he look me in the eye and claim that...?)
Sholmes:
So you see...I have a turn both for observation and for deduction...and fame! THAT is what makes me the one and only Herr— No, Herlock Sholmes!
Kazuma's death
Ryunosuke:
Have you managed to deduce anything about this particular case yet?
Sholmes:
Have I managed to deduce anything? My dear fellow! Who do you suppose discovered the culprit in his most cunning hiding place? ...That's right! It was none other than the great detective before you now! Mr Herlock Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see. (In other words... ...I'm in these now because of him.) 
Susato:
When I became anxious about Kazuma-sama this morning... ...I summoned all of the crew members to force the cabin door open.
Sholmes:
And I concealed myself among their number, gaining entry to the scene of the crime. Yes! Luckily for everyone, the great detective, Herlock Sholmes, was on board! ...And the handcuffs seem to be an excellent fit, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Argh!)
Sholmes:
The very moment I laid eyes on the scene, two facts were immediately apparent to me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh really? Two facts, you say?
Changes "Kazuma's death" Converse option to "Two facts"
Two facts
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, tell us, please! What two facts were apparent to you when you came into this cabin this morning?
Sholmes:
Ah, yes... But first, let us be precise. The two facts in question were immediately apparent to me.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, yes, I understand. But what were they?
Sholmes:
Allow me to elucidate... The two facts that I deduced from a mere momentary glance at the scene of the crime were as follows: Number one: The cabin was locked from within, rendering escape of the culprit out of the question. Number two: The victim was Russian and killed following a dispute with an acquaintance.
Ryunosuke:
Hold on, Mr Sholmes! What made you think the victim was Russian?
Sholmes:
Observe the dying message left by the victim on the floor. 'ГАԐՐސѧ... That is the Russian word for 'wardrobe'.
Susato:
Do, do you really think Kazuma-sama could have left a dying message in Russian?
Sholmes:
In their final moments, many find their native tongue filling their head. For this young man, Russian.
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma...was Russian, was he...?)
Sholmes:
Initially, I considered 'Garderob' may be the name of the killer. A certain 'Robert Garde' perhaps... But in the interests of thoroughness, I decided it would be wrong not to look inside the wardrobe there at least.
Susato:
Where you found Mr Naruhodo sleeping soundly...
Sholmes:
Quite so! I found you! The renowned Russian revolutionary killer!
Ryunosuke:
(Why is that I'M Russian too?)
Sholmes:
I observed that you were wearing the same attire as the victim. In other words, you were acquainted. And if my memory serves, that outfit is the traditional dress of the Russian people.
Susato:
Our school uniforms are the traditional dress of the Russian people? I, I had no idea!
Ryunosuke:
...And I had no idea a detective could get something so wrong...
Sholmes:
I took a photograph of the victim and the message, that I might analyse it for possible hidden details.
Ryunosuke:
This...
Sholmes:
This was taken immediately after the young man was discovered, before the body was removed.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, Kazuma had already been taken away when I woke up. This is the first time I've actually seen him like this...)
Susato:
Are you alright, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um... Yes...thank you.
The photograph of the crime scene has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
Can I ask you something, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
What, pray?
Ryunosuke:
You mentioned Russia before as well, didn't you? You know, when you said I was a fearsome revolutionary fleeing from Russia and all that.
Sholmes:
Ah yes, the train of reasoning that led me to the truth.
Ryunosuke:
Would you mind explaining that train of reasoning to me, do you think?
Sholmes:
КОАՐǐО! Certainly, if it interests you.
Ryunosuke:
(How many times - I'm not Russian, and I don't speak Russian...)
Two facts (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, tell us, please! What two facts were apparent to you when you came into this cabin this morning?
Sholmes:
Ah, yes... But first, let us be precise. The two facts in question were immediately apparent to me.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, yes, I understand. But what were they?
Sholmes:
Allow me to elucidate... The two facts that I deduced from a mere momentary glance at the scene of the crime were as follows: Number one: The cabin was locked from within, rendering escape of the culprit out of the question. Number two: The victim was Russian and killed following a dispute with an acquaintance.
Ryunosuke:
Hold on, Mr Sholmes! What made you think the victim was Russian?
Sholmes:
Observe the dying message left by the victim on the floor. 'ГАԐՐސѧ... That is the Russian word for 'wardrobe'.
Susato:
Do, do you really think Kazuma-sama could have left a dying message in Russian?
Sholmes:
In their final moments, many find their native tongue filling their head. For this young man, Russian.
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma...was Russian, was he...?)
Sholmes:
Initially, I considered 'Garderob' may be the name of the killer. A certain 'Robert Garde' perhaps... But in the interests of thoroughness, I decided it would be wrong not to look inside the wardrobe there at least.
Susato:
Where you found Mr Naruhodo sleeping soundly...
Sholmes:
Quite so! I found you! The renowned Russian revolutionary killer!
Ryunosuke:
(Why is that I'M Russian too?)
Sholmes:
I observed that you were wearing the same attire as the victim. In other words, you were acquainted. And if my memory serves, that outfit is the traditional dress of the Russian people.
Susato:
Our school uniforms are the traditional dress of the Russian people? I, I had no idea!
Ryunosuke:
...And I had no idea a detective could get something so wrong...
Your deduction just now (appears after "Kazuma's death")
Ryunosuke:
Erm, can we talk about your deduction before? The things you concluded about me, I mean.
Sholmes:
Ah, the now famously accurate 'troubling predicament' you find yourself in?
Ryunosuke:
Actually, it was the other details that I was more hoping to discuss. You know, the 'merciless Russian revolutionary and assassin of sixteen' part?
Sholmes:
Ah yes, the more sordid details. It was a fairly commonplace deduction. Here we have this morning's paper. The main headline reads: 'Revolutionary Vilen Borshevik Flees Russia via Shanghai'. This vessel made a port call at Shanghai yesterday. And last night, the young Russian was murdered.
Ryunosuke:
(Since when was Kazuma a Russian?)
Susato:
It sounds like Mr Sholmes has concluded he was Russian because of what Kazuma-sama wrote on the floor.
Sholmes:
It was a simple act of reasoning to realise that the culprit of this crime was the same merciless revolutionary. One who would kill the very man who helped him to escape after his true identity was discovered! Yes, you...Vilen Borshevik!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! How could it be me? I don't look anything like this man! Just look at his face!
Sholmes:
Well...you are a fearsome revolutionary, after all. Therefore...you have no doubt learnt to revolutionise your appearance as well!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, please...
Sholmes:
And, I might add, your name does not appear on the ship's passenger list. Need I say more?
Ryunosuke:
(Well, that's because I'm a stowaway...)
Susato:
What about the other details? The sixteen victims of assassination and blowing up the Crystal Tower?
Sholmes:
Ah yes. The journalist clearly interviewed the man and printed all those particulars in the article. The deeds the man has perpetrated thus far, and those he is plotting. Yes, everything about this revolutionary Borshevik was included. There can be no mistake.
Susato:
Do, do revolutionaries usually agree to interviews with newspaper reporters, I wonder...
Ryunosuke:
And what about the part where you said I was just returning from Afghanistan?
Sholmes:
Also quite clearly stated here in the article. Borshevik is recently returned after a period of subversive activities in a war-torn region of Afghanistan.
Ryunosuke:
(...Where even is it, anyway? This 'Afghanistan' place...)
Sholmes:
Here, take the paper for yourself. As a little memento of this great deduction.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...um, thank you.
Sholmes:
I've absorbed all that is of interest to me within its pages. But I see no rubbish bin nearby.
The article about the revolutionary has been entered into the Court Record.
Sholmes:
And...you may find the article on the back page of interest as well.
Ryunosuke:
On the back?
Sholmes:
Cast your eye over it sometime if the interest takes you. Though you may need someone to interpret.
Ryunosuke:
(It's all written in Russian. I couldn't hope to read it... But I suppose it wouldn't hurt just to glance at the article. Maybe there might be a picture or two...)
Your deduction just now (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Erm, can we talk about your deduction before? The things you concluded about me, I mean.
Sholmes:
Ah, the now famously accurate 'troubling predicament' you find yourself in?
Ryunosuke:
Actually, it was the other details that I was more hoping to discuss. You know, the 'merciless Russian revolutionary and assassin of sixteen' part?
Sholmes:
Ah yes, the more sordid details. It was a fairly commonplace deduction. Here we have this morning's paper. The main headline reads: 'Revolutionary Vilen Borshevik Flees Russia via Shanghai'. This vessel made a port call at Shanghai yesterday. And last night, the young Russian was murdered.
Ryunosuke:
(Since when was Kazuma a Russian?)
Susato:
It sounds like Mr Sholmes has concluded he was Russian because of what Kazuma-sama wrote on the floor.
Sholmes:
It was a simple act of reasoning to realise that the culprit of this crime was the same merciless revolutionary. One who would kill the very man who helped him to escape after his true identity was discovered! Yes, you...Vilen Borshevik!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! How could it be me? I don't look anything like this man! Just look at his face!
Sholmes:
Well...you are a fearsome revolutionary, after all. Therefore...you have no doubt learnt to revolutionise your appearance as well!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, please...
Sholmes:
And, I might add, your name does not appear on the ship's passenger list. Need I say more?
Ryunosuke:
(Well, that's because I'm a stowaway...)
Susato:
What about the other details? The sixteen victims of assassination and blowing up the Crystal Tower?
Sholmes:
Ah yes. The journalist clearly interviewed the man and printed all those particulars in the article. The deeds the man has perpetrated thus far, and those he is plotting. Yes, everything about this revolutionary Borshevik was included. There can be no mistake.
Susato:
Do, do revolutionaries usually agree to interviews with newspaper reporters, I wonder...
Ryunosuke:
And what about the part where you said I was just returning from Afghanistan?
Sholmes:
Also quite clearly stated here in the article. Borshevik is recently returned after a period of subversive activities in a war-torn region of Afghanistan.
Ryunosuke:
(...Where even is it, anyway? This 'Afghanistan' place...)
What you were just investigating
Ryunosuke:
Before we started talking, you were examining Kazuma's desk, weren't you?
Sholmes:
Kazuma? ...Ah yes, the victim.
Susato:
Did you notice anything useful? Anything at all?
Sholmes:
Observe, for a moment, the desktop of the victim... We see that the victim was engaged in penning some text.
Ryunosuke:
'London Diary'... Kazuma was keeping notes of the trip. Ah, but... ...I don't think you should read his private writings. It could upset people.
Sholmes:
Tragic! And something you ought to perhaps elucidate BEFORE the act of reading.
Ryunosuke:
You, you mean you've read it already?
Sholmes:
It is my business to know what other people do not. Yes, believe it or not, I know a smattering of Japanese.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see... (Well, you're about to know what a Susato Takedown is!)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san? Aren't you going to throw the detective with one of your trademark takedowns?
Susato:
I'm sorry, Naruhodo-san. What on earth do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
(Life is so unfair...)
Sholmes:
Anyway, to return to the matter at hand. Namely, this diary belonging to the victim... It would appear the final sentence is incomplete. As if the author were cut short. Tell me, what is the nature of the writing? Pray be precise as to details.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, but...I thought you knew Japanese?
Sholmes:
A smattering, dear boy, a smattering! 'Sayonara', 'bonsai', 'mikado', 'nado-nado'... I trust you're suitably impressed!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
But this diary is littered with complicated-looking characters, of which I can read precisely none. Ah ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(So what was all that showing off about before, then?)
Susato:
If you would be so kind as to show me, I would be happy to read it to you, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
I'm much obliged, my dear madam.
Susato:
The final entry here in Kazuma-sama's diary consists of just two short sentences. The first reads: '1:23 a.m. - I can hear a faint whistling sound.'
Ryunosuke:
A whistling sound?
Sholmes:
Hm, these are very deep waters... Pray, go on...
Susato:
The second sentence reads: '1:35 a.m. - What looks like some sort of speckled band is dangling from the ventilator grille.'
Ryunosuke:
A speckled band? What on earth does that mean?
Susato:
I have no idea. I've never heard that expression before.
Sholmes:
Hm, the ventilator grille, you say? The man was presumably referring... ...to the lattice there on the wall, which connects to the adjoining cabin.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, the adjoining cabin...)
Kazuma's diary has been entered into the Court Record.
What you were just investigating (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Before we started talking, you were examining Kazuma's desk, weren't you?
Sholmes:
Kazuma? ...Ah yes, the victim.
Susato:
Did you notice anything useful? Anything at all?
Sholmes:
Observe, for a moment, the desktop of the victim... We see that the victim was engaged in penning some text.
Ryunosuke:
'London Diary'... Kazuma was keeping notes of the trip. Ah, but... ...I don't think you should read his private writings. It could upset people.
Sholmes:
Tragic! And something you ought to perhaps elucidate BEFORE the act of reading.
Ryunosuke:
You, you mean you've read it already?
Sholmes:
It is my business to know what other people do not. Yes, believe it or not, I know a smattering of Japanese.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see... (Well, you're about to know what a Susato Takedown is!)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san? Aren't you going to throw the detective with one of your trademark takedowns?
Susato:
I'm sorry, Naruhodo-san. What on earth do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
(Life is so unfair...)
Sholmes:
Anyway, to return to the matter at hand. Namely, this diary belonging to the victim... It would appear the final sentence is incomplete. As if the author were cut short. Tell me, what is the nature of the writing? Pray be precise as to details.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, but...I thought you knew Japanese?
Sholmes:
A smattering, dear boy, a smattering! 'Sayonara', 'bonsai', 'mikado', 'nado-nado'... I trust you're suitably impressed!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
But this diary is littered with complicated-looking characters, of which I can read precisely none. Ah ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(So what was all that showing off about before, then?)
Susato:
If you would be so kind as to show me, I would be happy to read it to you, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
I'm much obliged, my dear madam.
Susato:
The final entry here in Kazuma-sama's diary consists of just two short sentences. The first reads: '1:23 a.m. - I can hear a faint whistling sound.'
Ryunosuke:
A whistling sound?
Sholmes:
Hm, these are very deep waters... Pray, go on...
Susato:
The second sentence reads: '1:35 a.m. - What looks like some sort of speckled band is dangling from the ventilator grille.'
Ryunosuke:
A speckled band? What on earth does that mean?
Susato:
I have no idea. I've never heard that expression before.
Sholmes:
Hm, the ventilator grille, you say? The man was presumably referring... ...to the lattice there on the wall, which connects to the adjoining cabin.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, the adjoining cabin...)
Move
Ryunosuke:
(I'm in handcuffs and under house arrest by the crew, not to mention Susato-san's constant glares... And now the great detective has deduced that I'm some kind of Russian revolutionary... My chances of getting out of this cabin are slim at best. At least for the time being, anyway. Perhaps I should see what the detective has to say for himself now...)
Present
Paper Seal
Sholmes:
Hm, I've never seen anything like this. Most extraordinary writing.
Susato:
You said the same earlier this morning, I think.
Sholmes:
Indeed. But its uncommonness is so remarkable, I felt the need to say it anew. Yes, I do believe... ...these characters may be a crude attempt at a Japanese script.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, I...don't like to be the one to tell you this, but... ...I think Mr Sholmes is trying to say that your handwriting is a little...untidy.
Ryunosuke:
(Is...he making fun of me?)
Crime Scene Photograph
Sholmes:
Ah, the photograph I took earlier this morning. Yes, you may keep it.
Ryunosuke:
I still find it amazing that I can see something that happened so recently with my own eyes like this. What an incredible invention.
Sholmes:
And a convenient one, don't you think? I never travel without my trusty device. I am the most incurably impetuous devil, you see. I simply couldn't resist throwing it together.
Susato:
You...'threw it together'?
Sholmes:
And I intend to throw together a new and improved model that will capture colour! It's my personal monthly goal to see the invention finished before the thirty-first.
Ryunosuke:
(That would be useful. Then you could see that the ink Kazuma used was purple. But no! He couldn't have left that message! Not in Russian...)
Kazuma's Diary
Sholmes:
Ah yes, this is a crucial insight into the deep waters of this sordid case. An invaluable clue! And one that I discovered myself. ...But please, no praise! The work itself is my highest reward!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma left his diary wide open in the middle of his desk.
Susato:
It sounds as if he saw something unusual just moments before he died.
Sholmes:
Ah yes, the 'speckled band' issuing from the ventilator that connects the adjoining cabin. Perhaps if I were a fraction slighter of build, I would be able to issue from the ventilator myself.
Ryunosuke:
A fraction slighter? Only a literal bean-pole could fit through there...
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes, what do you make of this?
Sholmes:
Shh! Quiet! When I'm ruminating in the course of my deductions, nothing must disturb my mind.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... So sorry...
Sholmes:
......... Ah, an Indian curry, perhaps...
Ryunosuke:
(What's he ruminating about? The lunch menu?)
Examine evidence
Article About Revolutionary
Image of Vilen Borshevik on front
Susato:
I'm afraid I can't read a word of Russian.
Ryunosuke:
No, me neither. I have no idea what any of this says.
Sholmes:
The pair of you floundering is a sorry sight. Allow me to offer some assistance. The article on the front page of this newspaper is concerned with a fearsome Russian revolutionary. It reads: 'Revolutionary Vilen Borshevik Flees Russia via Shanghai'
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you told us that before.
Sholmes:
It reveals also, that those who see the man's beard with their own eyes never live to tell the tale!
Susato:
Oh my goodness! He IS fearsome!
Ryunosuke:
Well, presumably the newspaper photographer was alright, wasn't he?
Sholmes:
The solution is obvious, of course. If he despises his beard to that degree, he need only shave it off.
Susato:
I'm, I'm not quite sure that's the problem, Mr Sholmes...
Image of lady on backside
Ryunosuke:
Hm, this is interesting...
Susato:
Have you found something relevant, Naruhodo-san?
Ryunosuke:
Well, no, I... I mean it looks like it MIGHT be interesting.
Susato:
I can't read a single word, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
No, nor can I. But look at this picture... Perhaps it's about a beautiful, young Russian princess, do you think?
Susato:
She is very pretty, isn't she? I suppose you enjoy articles like this, do you?
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't know. I can't make any sense of it!
Sholmes:
Ah, I'm glad you've noticed this article.
Susato:
Argh!
Sholmes:
Allow me to give you a short summary of its contents.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Thank you. (He pops up everywhere, this 'Mr Sholmes'.)
Sholmes:
It's about the disappearance of a young lady last night. 'Renowned Prima Ballerina of the Novavich Ballet Disappears from Shanghai!' During a performance in Shanghai, the famous dancer was reported missing. She is of course the talented, young Nikolina Pavlova.
Ryunosuke:
(Why are Russian names so hard to remember...?)
Sholmes:
It would appear the woman was in costume when she was found to be missing from her dressing room... ...wearing the diamond tiara you see pictured, which is worth some twenty thousand roubles.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. How much is twenty thousand roubles?
Susato:
I have no idea! But I'm quite sure... ...it must be an unbelievable sum of money!
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san's eyes are shining like diamonds themselves.)
Sholmes:
The tiara is the property of the Novavich Ballet. It would seem the director is beside herself with worry.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm not surprised.
Sholmes:
The company is most anxious to recover both Miss Pavlova and the valuable tiara. They've requested international assistance at all ports with sailings to Great Britain.
Susato:
Could this be another case of a Russian fleeing his or her country?
Ryunosuke:
It does seem to be the Russian thing to do...
Susato:
...I'm not even going to dignify that with a response, Mr Naruhodo.
The article about the ballerina has been entered into the Court Record.
Image of lady on backside (subsequent times)
Susato:
So according to what Mr Sholmes told us before...
Ryunosuke:
...This article is about a dancer from a Russian ballet company who has disappeared for some reason.
Susato:
Yes, a prima ballerina called Nikolina Pavlova. She went missing from her dressing room whilst the company was performing in Shanghai. And the tiara she was wearing at the time appears to be a very valuable piece of jewellery.
Ryunosuke:
What was it? Twenty thousand roubles?
Susato:
Yes. I have no idea how much that really is, but... ...I feel sure you'd be given change from that amount even after buying all the cakes in the cake shop!
Ryunosuke:
(Her imagination's really running away with her...)
Susato:
And now, in order to recover both Miss Pavlova and the valuable tiara... ...the company has requested international assistance at all ports with sailings to Great Britain.
After clearing all Converse options:
Sholmes:
So...I believe I've given you enough to consider for the time being at least.
Susato:
Ah, do you have somewhere to go?
Sholmes:
As it happens, the victim's writings in his diary have piqued my interest. The matter warrants further investigation, I believe. ...And if I am still too long, the seasickness takes hold.
Susato:
Oh, I suppose... ...you're thinking of investigating the cabin next door, which the ventilator connects to?
Sholmes:
Great detectives are a curious breed. Our minds rebel at stagnation. We crave mental exaltation. So yes, I intend to investigate. Hence the truth will become clear soon enough.
Ryunosuke:
Do you think perhaps...! That we could go with you?
Sholmes:
Hm...no, that would be somewhat complicated.
Ryunosuke:
What? But why?
Sholmes:
A simple glance at your wrists should reveal the answer.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh...these...)
Sholmes:
After all, you're the prime suspect in this matter...no?
Ryunosuke:
There's no point trying to turn it into a question. You're the one who decided I was the culprit in the first place.
Sholmes:
...Whatever do you mean? I have no recollection of naming you as the culprit at any point.
Ryunosuke:
......... You must be joking! You, you just said it! Only a moment ago!
Sholmes:
Dear me, you are clearly misguided. I would have no cause to say such a thing.
Susato:
Well actually, Mr Sholmes... I did hear you say that, too.
Sholmes:
You're quite sure? ...Well, that's very strange. I wouldn't have said you had the face of a criminal, you know? ...Not...really.
Ryunosuke:
(So what, were you looking at my knees before? Some great detective you are...)
Sholmes:
Well anyway. That was then and this is now.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Sholmes:
What I mean, sir, is this: If you are the culprit, then you must play the part more convincingly! Roll over and accept your fate! Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(Now he's just being plain rude. And off he goes, having just laughed in my face... His sense of humour's as twisted as his name...)
Susato:
Naruhodo-san! What are you just standing there for?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Susato:
We must go and investigate the cabin next door as well!
Ryunosuke:
Aren't you forgetting something? What about these? There's no way I can-
Susato:
Haiiiiiii-YA! After Kazuma-sama spent his dying moments struggling to leave us a clue, you're willing to give up?! You're just going to roll over and accept your fate?!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (As if you gave me any choice in the rolling over part...) I think we still have some investigation to finish off in here first, don't we? Let's carry on examining what we can in this cabin while we wait for a chance to slip next door.
Susato:
Good idea! 
Ryunosuke:
(The situation doesn't look good for me, but there are still things I can do to help myself. And I owe it to Kazuma to do everything I can to find a way out of this...and bring the real culprit to justice!)
Examine
Sailor in corner
Ryunosuke:
Um...excuse me.
Sailor:
What?
Ryunosuke:
I was wondering if I could ask you a favour... Would you mind if I investigated a little outside?
Sailor:
......... Grandmother told me Japanese people do not make jokes, but is not true, I see.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sailor:
The kriminal asking prison guard to help him escape? Very funny.
Ryunosuke:
We're in the middle of the sea. There's no chance of me escaping...
Sailor:
Nyett! You stay in this cabin until next port! Then it is up to Hong Kong police to decide what they do with you. You stay!
Ryunosuke:
...Alright. (There's no point trying to appeal to this mean's better nature, that's for sure.)
Move
Ryunosuke:
Thanks to that so-called detective, I'm even more stuck inside this cabin than I was before. For the time being, I suppose I'll just have to focus my efforts on investigating in here.
If door, sign, shelf, chicken dinner/knife, and broken glass/floor mark have not been examined yet
After examining door, sign, shelf, chicken dinner/knife, and broken glass/floor mark:
Ryunosuke:
Oh, look over there...
Susato:
The crewman, do you mean? He wasn't there before, was he?
Ryunosuke:
That's what I thought.
Susato:
Why don't we try talking to him?
Ryunosuke:
(Probably because I'm likely to get yelled at again. But I suppose I could try...)
Examine
Sailor in front of sign
Leads to:
"Is that...?"
If door, sign, shelf, chicken dinner/knife, and broken glass/floor mark have already been examined
Leads to:
"Is that...?"
Ryunosuke:
(Is that...?)
Susato:
Is something wrong, Naruhodo-san?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, no. It's just that crewman standing by the door. I can't help feeling like I've seen him somewhere before.
Susato:
Oh yes, you're right. He does look familiar. ...Excuse me, sir!
Sailor:
...Yes? What can I do for you?
Ryunosuke:
......... (I recognise that face! But, but it can't be...)
Sailor:
Ahem! ...Ahem, ahem!
Ryunosuke:
(It is!)
Susato:
I, I didn't know you were here, Inspector Hosonaga!
Hosonaga:
Hello again.
Ryunosuke:
What are you doing here?!
Hosonaga:
I think that should be my line. I was so stunned when I saw you, my heart stopped.
Susato:
Nearly stopped...I hope.
Hosonaga:
I received some special orders to go undercover as a member of the crew and board this ship.
Ryunosuke:
(Again?)
Susato:
You certainly seem to enjoy undercover work, Inspector.
Hosonaga:
If there's anything I can do to help you, please ask.
Ryunosuke:
(I never expected to see this man on board. But perhaps his presence can help me out of this hopeless situation...)
Examine
Desk
Susato:
This is where dear Kazuma-sama would have sat whenever he was writing...
Ryunosuke:
'London Diary'... (Poor Kazuma. He didn't even make it to his destination...)
Susato:
The last entry that he made is such a mystery. '1:23 a.m. - I can hear a faint whistling sound. 1:35 a.m. - What looks like some sort of speckled band is dangling from the ventilator grille.' What on earth could it all mean?
Ryunosuke:
A speckled band from the ventilator... We really do need to get into the cabin next door, seeing as that's where the ventilator connects to.
Susato:
Yes, I agree with you.
Converse
Special orders
Ryunosuke:
So what are your special orders this time, Inspector?
Susato:
Yes, and why are you dressed as a member of the crew?
Hosonaga:
......... I'm so sorry.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Hosonaga:
This is all my fault. I take full responsibility.
Ryunosuke:
For, for what?
Hosonaga:
My orders were...to act as Asogi-san's bodyguard.
Susato:
...!
Hosonaga:
It was Minister of Justice Jigoku who pushed for this overseas study tour to go ahead. And he entrusted me with ensuring that Asogi-san reached Great Britain without being assassinated.
Ryunosuke:
Assassinated?! How, how could that even have been a possibility?
Hosonaga:
I'm not sure. But these are complicated times. There are tensions between the world's greatest powers. Minister Jigoku said we should be prepared for all eventualities.
Ryunosuke:
(This is incredible...)
Susato:
I, I don't believe it! Kazuma-sama was assassinated...?
Hosonaga:
Obviously we couldn't give Asogi-san a visible security escort. Which is why I'm undercover now, posing as one of the crew.
Susato:
I see...
Hosonaga:
And I didn't take my eyes off him the entire time we've been on board. From morning until night, every day. But I never imagined it would happen here, inside his own cabin. Not here on the first-class deck...
Susato:
.........
Hosonaga:
I've failed miserably at my assignment. And Asogi-san is dead as a result. I'm a disgrace! All I can do is humbly apologise.
Ryunosuke:
Inspector...
Hosonaga:
So if there's anything at all that I can do to help now... ...just say the word!
Permission to investigate
Ryunosuke:
We're doing what we can to investigate Kazuma's death ourselves.
Hosonaga:
I thought you might be. You didn't do it, did you? You're not the killer?
Ryunosuke:
Of course not!
Susato:
We'd really like to investigate the cabin next door.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, so we need to be allowed out of this cabin!
Hosonaga:
......... I'm sorry.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Hosonaga:
You've been deemed a risk to the ship's safety. If you moved to even touch the handle of the cabin door... That stormy-looking seaman there would surely snap your neck in two.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose...I'm not just a stowaway now. They think I'm a murderer as well.
Hosonaga:
......... Would it be possible... ...to give me something to work with, do you think? I'm going to need something persuasive.
Susato:
What do you mean?
Hosonaga:
If I had a solid reason why the next-door cabin should be investigated, for example... ...I'd do everything I could to persuade the captain to allow it. Really, I'd lay my life on the line if I had to.
Ryunosuke:
But...I don't see how...
Susato:
......... There may be a way.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Really?
Susato:
Think of how you tried to persuade me of your innocence, Naruhodo-san. By presenting me with a piece of evidence that you already had in your possession.
Ryunosuke:
Evidence...?
Susato:
It's just the same as when you are in court. You must have done it many times during your trial. Simply select the 'Present' panel... ...and choose some evidence that Inspector Hosonaga could use.
Ryunosuke:
(So...evidence that would give us a viable reason to investigate the next-door cabin, is it?) ...Alright, yes. I, I think I might know what we can use. (Let's see if I can Present the detective with the evidence he needs to persuade the captain.)
Permission to investigate (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Please, Inspector Hosonaga! We really need permission to go into the cabin next door so we can investigate in there!
Hosonaga:
......... I'm sorry. Like I said, we need to give the captain a compelling reason.
Ryunosuke:
Right. A reason why it's so important that we're allowed to investigate the next-door cabin.
Hosonaga:
Exactly.
Susato:
There's only one way to do that. It's very similar to the situation you had with me before, Naruhodo-san. You need to present some evidence to the detective.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I understand. 'Present' some evidence... (Let's see if I can present the detective with the evidence he needs to persuade the captain.)
Permission to investigate (after presenting Kazuma's Diary)
Hosonaga:
I can't leave this cabin at the moment. I'm stuck here until we arrive at the next port. The captain has given me strict orders to guard the scene of the crime, you see. I'll have to entrust the investigation to you.
Susato:
Really? You're willing to do that?
Hosonaga:
Yes. As long as you don't leave the first-class cabin area. I'm afraid I can't remove those handcuffs, though.
Ryunosuke:
But...what about the captain? Aren't you going against his direct orders?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem, ahem! I'm a man of my word. And I promise you that I'll lay my life on the line if that's what it takes to convince the captain. After all...  ...I failed to keep Asogi-san safe. This is the least I can do.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you.
Susato:
Let's seize the moment then, Naruhodo-san! Just select 'Move' and we can leave this cabin at last!
Ryunosuke:
('Move'... Alright! Let's see what we can find out!)
Move
Ryunosuke:
I can't just roll over and accept my fate. I have to find a way out of this cabin! If I'm going to turn this desperate situation around somehow... ...then the inspector in front of me is my only chance!
Present
University Collar Pin
Ryunosuke:
Inspector, can I show you this?
Hosonaga:
What the...?! Is that a fabled Imperial Yumei University pin badge?!
Ryunosuke:
Erm...I'm not sure if it's really fabled exactly, but...
Hosonaga:
So...you're a genuine 'student' then.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Hosonaga:
Nothing like me, with my regular schooling. You're something much greater. Is that what you were trying to say?
Ryunosuke:
Um...can I have my badge back, please?
Paper Seal
Hosonaga:
Ah, this is the paper seal that was stuck over the wardrobe doors this morning, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. To try to stop the cabin steward opening it up and discovering me.
Hosonaga:
...Wouldn't it have been better to write it in English if you didn't know Russian?
Ryunosuke:
Maybe, but 'ofuda' paper amulets like this are a part of our culture, Inspector. And I thought if I made it look creepy enough, people would be too scared to want to look inside.
Hosonaga:
...It isn't easy being a stowaway, is it?
Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Um...have you seen this photograph yet, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! Ahe... Ahe... .........
Susato:
Oh dear! Are you alright, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
......... Yes, I'm sorry. I'm fine. I was hoping to hide my upset with a fit of coughing and spluttering. I'm usually very good at it. But trying to stifle my feelings seems to have stifled my cough this time.
Susato:
It's all so sad.
Hosonaga:
Asogi-san was such a promising young man. The empire had such high hopes for him. I had such high hopes for him! Even though I'm just a detective... Ahem! ...Ahem, ahem, ahem!
Ryunosuke:
(We're all going to miss you, Kazuma.)
Article About Revolutionary or Article about Ballerina
Ryunosuke:
Can I show you this newspaper, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
I'm sorry, but I can't read Russian very well.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, that's alright. I know what it says.
Hosonaga:
......... So you just wanted to point out your university-level linguistic talents, is that it?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Hosonaga:
Nothing like me, with my regular schooling. You're something much greater. Is that what you were trying to say?
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry. Forget I mentioned it.
Kazuma's Diary
Hosonaga:
What's that?
Ryunosuke:
It's Kazuma's diary.
Susato:
Just before he died, Kazuma-sama wrote something rather strange in his diary.
Hosonaga:
Strange? In what way?
Susato:
He wrote, 'What looks like some kind of speckled band is dangling from the ventilator grille.'
Hosonaga:
A 'speckled band'? That is strange.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we're still trying to work out what he meant by that. But what I'd like to know is-
Hosonaga:
Don't tell me. The ventilator, is it?
Susato:
You're very astute, Inspector.
Hosonaga:
That ventilator clearly joins to the next-door cabin.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. So if we could investigate in there, we might be able to work out what the speckled band was!
Hosonaga:
......... Alright then.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Hosonaga:
I can't leave this cabin at the moment. I'm stuck here until we arrive at the next port. The captain has given me strict orders to guard the scene of the crime, you see. I'll have to entrust the investigation to you.
Susato:
Really? You're willing to do that?
Hosonaga:
Yes. As long as you don't leave the first-class cabin area. I'm afraid I can't remove those handcuffs, though.
Ryunosuke:
But...what about the captain? Aren't you going against his direct orders?
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem, ahem! I'm a man of my word. And I promise you that I'll lay my life on the line if that's what it takes to convince the captain. After all...  ...I failed to keep Asogi-san safe. This is the least I can do.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you.
Susato:
Let's seize the moment then, Naruhodo-san! Just select 'Move' and we can leave this cabin at last!
Ryunosuke:
('Move'... Alright! Let's see what we can find out!)
Kazuma's Diary (subsequent times)
Hosonaga:
Ah yes, Asogi-san's diary... 'Some sort of speckled band is dangling from the ventilator grille', or some such? The ventilator in this cabin looks like it joins to the next-door cabin.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. So if we investigate next door, we might start to understand... ...what this 'speckled band' that Kazuma saw really was.
Hosonaga:
If you do work it out, please let me know at once.
Ryunosuke:
Of course.
9th January, 7:48 a.m.
SS Burya, First-Class Cabin Passageway
Ryunosuke:
(Whew, I'm finally out of that cabin...) I have to admit, this isn't quite what I was expecting. It's less spacious out here than I thought it would be. And this is the most luxurious accommodation...
Susato:
Yes, indeed. Kazuma-sama was being sent on this study tour by the government. That's why he was being put up in a first-class cabin. Even still, this is about twice as large as my accommodation in steerage.
Ryunosuke:
Really? That must be awful. Oh! Look over there! That's another crewman keeping watch. And he looks enormous! Even if he is sitting down!
Susato:
The door next to him leads to the second-class accommodation. I suppose he's making sure that no one comes in here who shouldn't.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose... (Like people in handcuffs?)
Susato:
Naruhodo-san, you look like a little boy visiting a toy shop for the first time. I would have thought you'd be used to the ship by now. We've been at sea for two weeks already.
Ryunosuke:
Well yes, I know. But the thing is... ...I was inside Kazuma's trunk when I first came aboard. And ever since then I've been shut up inside that little wardrobe.
Susato:
...It must have been a very trying time for you.
Ryunosuke:
Please, don't give me that pitying look.
Examine
Sailor
Ryunosuke:
Um... Excuse me, but...could I ask you something?
Sailor:
You? You little stowaway murderer!
Ryunosuke:
That wasn't a good start, was it?
Susato:
Alright... Let me try instead! Good day, Mr Sailor. I'm so sorry to trouble you, but could I perhaps ask something of you?
Sailor:
You? You little third-class lady's maid?
Susato:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
We seem to have caught this sailor on a bad day, Susato-san.
Sailor:
I am not 'sailor'! My mother gave me name! I am senior crewman, Bif Strogenov.
Ryunosuke:
(Whew... The best thing is just to avoid eye contact, I think...)
First-class cabin area
Ryunosuke:
Erm...Mr Strogenov... About this first-class cabin area...
Strogenov:
Here we are in finest part of Burya steamship. For very important persons.
Ryunosuke:
What sort of very important persons?
Strogenov:
Government officials, kings and queens travelling in secret... Many important persons. That is why I am always guarding this place.
Ryunosuke:
Gosh... That's...amazing.
Strogenov:
But somehow I let stupid stowaway inside. I want to pick you up and throw you in ocean. ...But Strogenov is not animal.
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you?
Susato:
If I may, I was wondering... ...is the cabin next to Mr Asogi's currently occupied?
Strogenov:
Да!
Ryunosuke:
Um, Susato-san... Did you understand that?
Susato:
It sounded like 'da'. I think it's probably Russian for 'yes'. ...Or 'no'.
Ryunosuke:
......... Genius.
Strogenov:
It is not permitted to visit other cabins without invitations.
Ryunosuke:
...! Well, it sounds like there is somebody in the next-door cabin at least.
Susato:
Yes. It's tantalising...
Passenger in the next-door cabin (appears after "First-class cabin area")
Ryunosuke:
Could you tell us who's travelling in the cabin next to Mr Asogi's?
Strogenov:
......... His name is Mr Grimesby Roylott. He is very important Western gentleman.
Ryunosuke:
(A Western gentleman...)
Strogenov:
Do not think about it! He has nothing to do with murder of student boy.
Ryunosuke:
How can you be so sure about that?
Strogenov:
Mr Roylott is authentic Western gentleman. Such a man would have no interest in lowly student from insignificant Far East islands.
Ryunosuke:
(That was harsh.)
Susato:
Could you tell us when Mr Roylott came aboard?
Strogenov:
......... That is not your business.
Ryunosuke:
(Come to think of it... ...even though we've been at sea for two weeks now, and I've been in Kazuma's cabin the entire time... ...I've never once heard anything from the next-door cabin. Or even felt like there's anyone there.)
Susato:
Well presumably, since this gentleman is occupying one of the first-class cabins... ...he must be rather important. Is that right?
Strogenov:
......... That is not your business.
Last night
Ryunosuke:
Um, are you on watch here all the time, Seaman Strogenov?
Strogenov:
Da. All time. So kriminals like you cannot come in... or get out.
Susato:
I wonder...could you tell us anything about last night at all?
Strogenov:
......... It is sad about student boy.
Ryunosuke:
Were you on watch last night as well?
Strogenov:
......... Of course.
Ryunosuke:
And did you notice anything at the time? Anything unusual?
Strogenov:
......... АՑ¡
Ryunosuke:
Um, Susato-san... Did you understand that?
Susato:
It was clearly a 'no'!
Strogenov:
I saw nothing unusual. Nothing at all.
Ryunosuke:
And you didn't hear any strange noises? Or sense anything was wrong in some way?
Strogenov:
I said NO!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry! (I'm not so sure... I could have sworn that he wouldn't catch my eye for a moment there.)
Blue door
Susato:
That's the way to the second-class area of the ship.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Is something wrong?
Ryunosuke:
I...was thinking about making a run for it. Just for a moment. Things...aren't exactly going well for me.
Susato:
I might be wrong, but I imagine the moment you reach for the handle of the door... ...that burly seaman would surely shoot you dead.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Oh dear. I'm sorry. Perhaps I went a little too far there.
Ryunosuke:
No, I started it with my talk of running away. (And there's no way I could run away while Kazuma's death remains a mystery anyway.)
Book
Ryunosuke:
That's a huge book on top of the table there. And there's a pen next to it.
Susato:
Yes, that looks like the ship's log.
Ryunosuke:
Shall we have a little look through it? .........
Susato:
The writing is so neat and precise! Every detail about the voyage has been meticulously recorded!
Ryunosuke:
Hm... You wouldn't expect a rough and ready sailor to have such beautiful handwriting.
Sailor/Strogenov:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And...nothing. No reaction at all. I thought he might appreciate the compliment.
Susato:
I'm not sure that 'rough and ready' is much of a compliment, Naruhodo-san. Even to a sailor. Anyway, last night's log is mostly blank.
Ryunosuke:
Presumably that means there was nothing to report.
Susato:
.........
Ship map
Ryunosuke:
This looks like a plan of the SS Burya. It shows each deck, look.
Susato:
The Burya is a large-scale steamship with a triple-skinned hull. What a marvel of engineering!
Ryunosuke:
Well it's been playing on my mind for a while now, actually, but... How is it that such a huge lump of metal doesn't just sink to the bottom of the ocean?
Susato:
Oh, that's really quite simple, Naruhodo-san.
Ryunosuke:
It is?
Susato:
Well...consider the Japanese archipelago.
Ryunosuke:
The islands of Japan?
Susato:
Yes. They're not metal, but they are enormous lumps of earth, many, many times larger than this ship. And they don't sink, do they? They've been floating happily on the sea since the gods created them.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I suppose so...
Cabin door on left
Ryunosuke:
'First-Class Cabin No. 1'... Yes, that's our cabin.
Susato:
Not 'our' cabin. It's Kazuma-sama's.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
Your accommodation is confined to the wardrobe inside the cabin.
Ryunosuke:
You know how to make a stowaway feel small, don't you? As small as the wardrobe I've been calling home.
Susato:
These cabins are the finest on the ship. My own cabin in steerage is number 539, by the way.
Ryunosuke:
Five hundred and...? How many cabins are there?!
Mousetrap
Susato:
Ah, a trap for catching mice.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we have plenty of those back home in Japan. Although they seem to be using a lump of chalk or something as bait.
Susato:
Let me see... Yes, I think that's what is called 'cheese'. It's made from the milk of cows.
Ryunosuke:
'Cheese'? (I wonder what that tastes like...)
Susato:
You can't eat it, Naruhodo-san. The trap will snap shut on your fingers.
Ryunosuke:
Really? But... Haah... I suppose you're right.
Susato:
...You weren't actually going to try it, were you?
Ryunosuke:
All I've had to eat for the past couple of weeks is Kazuma's leftovers. You don't know how hungry I've been in that wardrobe.
Susato:
...Poor you. I'll find a little snack for you later.
Alarm
Ryunosuke:
What do you think this is? It's a very pleasing shape, isn't it?
Susato:
That's the emergency alarm. It's probably best not to touch it.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, an alarm...
Susato:
It says, 'Press only in times of emergency.' It looks as though it sets alarm bells ringing all over the ship. And brings the vessel to a complete stop.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, this I have to see...
Susato:
What are you doing, Naruhodo-san?! You mustn't touch it!
Ryunosuke:
But this is an emergency situation! Just look at these handcuffs!
Susato:
You know full well that's not what the alarm is for. If you were to bring this vessel to a standstill for no good reason, you'd be in an even worse situation!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... I wish everything would just stop. This ship included.
Susato:
If you have to do something foolish, at least make it something that doesn't affect anyone else.
Cabin door on right
Ryunosuke:
This is it... This is the cabin next to ours. The one the ventilator connects to.
Susato:
Yes, the ventilator from which Kazuma-sama wrote that he saw a 'speckled band' emerging.
Ryunosuke:
Maybe whoever's in this cabin can help solve that particular mystery. Let's ask!
Sailor/Strogenov:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Um...
Sailor/Strogenov:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Excuse me, we, um...need to get inside this cabin here.
Sailor/Strogenov:
.........
Susato:
This sailor's eyes speak volumes. They're clearly saying, 'Keep out!'
Ryunosuke:
That's what I wrote on the sign we put over the wardrobe doors. (Although this man's version is definitely more effective.)
Susato:
It doesn't look like he's going to let us pass.
Ryunosuke:
Hm, that's a problem...
After clearing all Converse options with Bif Strogenov:
Strogenov:
This is enough. I cannot say more now.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Strogenov:
It is time for me to report to captain. You must return to cabin.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, alright...
Strogenov:
Bulkhead to second-class area is staying locked at all times. You escape when the lobster whistles on top of the mountain. Or, as English say...when the pigs fly.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I understand.
Susato:
Good, now we can investigate this area properly! Shall we?
Ryunosuke:
Definitely!
Examine
Book
Ryunosuke:
That book on top of the table there really is huge. There's a pen with it, too.
Susato:
Yes, I'm sure that's the ship's log.
Ryunosuke:
Shall we have a little look through it? .........
Susato:
The writing is so neat and precise! Every detail about the voyage has been meticulously recorded!
Ryunosuke:
Hm... You wouldn't expect a rough and ready sailor to have such beautiful handwriting.
Susato:
Anyway...look here... Last night's log is mostly blank.
Ryunosuke:
Presumably that means there was nothing to report.
Cabin door on right
Ryunosuke:
This is it... This is the cabin next to ours. The one the ventilator connects to.
Susato:
Yes, the ventilator from which Kazuma-sama wrote that he saw a 'speckled band' emerging.
Ryunosuke:
Maybe whoever's in this cabin can help solve that particular mystery. Let's ask!
*Knock knock*
.........
Susato:
No answer. We're out of luck, it seems. There's no one in there to help with our enquiries.
Ryunosuke:
How annoying.
After examining cabin door on right and alarm:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Ryunosuke:
What was that?! (It came from inside the cabin!) 
Susato:
Such a high-pitched scream... It must have been a woman!
???:
Stand aside!
Sholmes:
I'm about to break the door down!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
I shan't be stopped! When the fit is on me, I revel in kicking doors off their hinges!
Susato:
Please- Wait, Mr Sholmes. The door doesn't appear to be bolted.
Sholmes:
It doesn't? Then how the deuce can I dispatch this muscular urge? What, pray, CAN I kick?!
Ryunosuke:
I, I think we should go in. There's no time to think about stress relief!
9th January
SS Burya, First-Class Cabin No. 2
???:
Who, who are you?!
Ryunosuke:
(A Western gentleman? This man looks Russian to me.) We, we heard a woman scream.
???:
A woman? Don't be absurd! As you can see...there's nobody but me in this cabin.
Ryunosuke:
(True. This old man does appear to be the only person in here. But in that case...who just screamed?)
Old Man:
Get out! All of you! Now!
Sholmes:
Please excuse the intrusion, but... You're Mr Grimesby Roylott, I believe?
Roylott:
Yes, that's me. And you are...?
Sholmes:
I am the one and only - the actual Herlock Sholmes! You've heard of me, no doubt.
Roylott:
No.
Sholmes:
I am a great detective among great detectives! One who adorns the covers of popular magazines, no less! So I assure you, you may trust me completely!
Ryunosuke:
(The man uses that magazine like a business card.)
Roylott:
A detective? Hm, I do not trust detectives.
Sholmes:
We distinctly heard a scream emanating from within these walls. But there wouldn't appear to be a lady concealing herself within the wardrobe this time... ...so might I be so bold as to ask you to open that small travelling case?
Roylott:
Wha...? Don't be stupid! How could anyone fit in a small trunk like that?
Sholmes:
Well it's quite fashionable these days, is it not? Travelling inside one's trunk.
Ryunosuke:
...Don't look at me.
Susato:
Oh my- Did, did you see that, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! (The case just shook!)
Roylott:
Leave! Now! Otherwise I'll call the steward!
Ryunosuke:
(So this is Kazuma's neighbour... Mr Grimesby Roylott. There's no doubt about it... This strange Russian man is hiding something!)
Susato:
I couldn't agree more. Let's see if we can find some clues before that burly sailor returns!
Examine
Herlock Sholmes or wardrobe
Leads to:
"Um...do you have a moment, please, Mr Sholmes?"
Anything else
Roylott:
What do you think you're doing?!
Susato:
Agh!
Roylott:
This is MY cabin! Get out!
Susato:
Could we just have a quick look inside your travelling case, perhaps?
Roylott:
NO!
Susato:
Haah... What a pity. I think we're out of luck.
Ryunosuke:
I think you're right.
Susato:
There doesn't appear to be anything more we can do.
Ryunosuke:
I agree. (But there may be someone else who can help... Perhaps that great detective could get somewhere with Mr Roylott...)
Converse
Any option
Ryunosuke:
Mr Roylott, we'd like to talk to you about something.
Roylott:
No!
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Roylott:
I do not want to talk. Leave my cabin now!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, this is going terribly...)
Susato:
We're not getting anywhere here.
Ryunosuke:
I agree. (But there may be someone else who can help... Perhaps that great detective could get somewhere with Mr Roylott...)
Present
Paper Seal
Ryunosuke:
Have you seen this before?
Roylott:
...I've never seen those strange letters before in my life.
Ryunosuke:
It says 'Keep out 'in Japanese.
Roylott:
...I haven't heard of that language.
Ryunosuke:
(Seriously? Is the Empire of Japan really that insignificant on the world stage?)
Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
This word was written on the floor in ink next to where the man died, as if he wrote it in his last moments.
Susato:
It's Russian, isn't it? We believe it means 'wardrobe'. Is that right?
Roylott:
Yes, that's right.
Ryunosuke:
Could you tell us how it's pronounced, please?
Roylott:
ГАԐՐސѮ
Ryunosuke:
(Oh. That...was pointless...)
Roylott:
......... It is very sad.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Roylott:
The steward told me. He was a young man.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. He was my best friend.
Susato:
......... it's a terrible tragedy.
Article About Revolutionary or Article About Ballerina
Ryunosuke:
We have this Russian newspaper here...
Roylott:
I had the same newspaper in my cabin. Maybe they give it to all first-class passengers.
Ryunosuke:
Well, neither of us speak a word of Russian, so we can't read it at all. Would you mind telling us what this article is about?
Roylott:
......... If you do not speak Russian, you do not need to know what it is saying.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Russia must be a cold, cold place.)
Kazuma's Diary
Ryunosuke:
Um, have you seen this?
Roylott:
I don't know what that is. I can't read it.
Ryunosuke:
It's a travel diary written by the man who was killed. It's in Japanese.
Roylott:
...I haven't heard of that language.
Ryunosuke:
(Seriously? Is the Empire of Japan really that insignificant on the world stage?)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Mr Roylott, what do you make of this?
Roylott:
Listen... Do you know why I am wearing these dark glasses?
Ryunosuke:
Um...no, not really.
Roylott:
So I do not have to look at things I do not want to look at. Do you understand me?
Ryunosuke:
......... (I wish I could point out that you can still see things, even when wearing sunglasses... But his chilly air has frozen my lips shut.)
Ryunosuke:
Um...do you have a moment, please, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
You need only address me as Sholmes.
Ryunosuke:
(That's...what I just did, isn't it?) Well, um, Mr Sholmes...what were you doing in there?
Sholmes:
Why, I was resting, of course.
Susato:
Resting?
Sholmes:
Indeed. I was contemplating our sea voyage from the confines of the wardrobe whilst waiting. Waiting for the inevitable time...that you would need to call my great powers of detection into service.
Susato:
Oh! 
Sholmes:
And it would seem that the hour is upon us now. The time has come! Am I mistaken?
Ryunosuke:
Well, um... (No, actually. You're spot on...for once.)
Sholmes:
Observe closely... Our Russian host in this cabin, Mr Roylott, is clearly trying to hide something. And do you know what is the most effective weapon to use against a Russian hiding a secret? Why, the truth, of course! Though it should be pointed out that such methods are not exclusively for the Russians.
Ryunosuke:
Riiight...
Sholmes:
Can you imagine how the Russian will react when the secret he guards so closely is exposed? Would you like to witness it?
Susato:
Oh, yes! Please!
Sholmes:
Well then... What you are about to see may well astound you. For I am about to apply my great detective's greatly admired great deduction to the case!
Sholmes:
Could this man BE a more hackneyed portrayal of a dubious Russian, I ask you?
Roylott:
What?
Sholmes:
From time to time, it occurs to me... ...is the fellow dubious on account of his Russianness, or Russian on account of his dubiousness?
Ryunosuke:
I, I really don't think either of those things should be occurring to you...or anyone.
Susato:
That's right. And Mr Sholmes... I know this man's beard and dark glasses are hard to ignore, especially on first meeting, but I once read: 'It is a capital mistake to theorise before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment.'
Sholmes:
Shh! I must have complete silence! .........
Roylott:
Wh-What are you doing? Why are you peering at my face like that?
Sholmes:
Ah, just as I thought. Yes, I have quite made up my mind now.
Roylott:
Hm?
Sholmes:
There can be no other explanation that accommodates all the facts. Mr Roylott... I have reached two incontrovertible conclusions.
Roylott:
What, what do you mean?
Sholmes:
Number one! Your true identity...is that of a villain! Using those shears, you are about to end the existence of something most dear. ...Are you not?
Roylott:
Huh!
Sholmes:
And number two! The other conclusion I have drawn... You are...at this very moment no less, in the midst of committing a most grievous crime! Beneath that beard, your mouth quivers with nervous tension as you realise you have been discovered! ...Does it not?
Roylott:
Agh!
Susato:
Oh, Naruhodo-san! I never imagined I would witness one of Mr Sholmes's great deductions with my own eyes!
Ryunosuke:
That...was a great deduction?
Susato:
Nothing can deceive Mr Sholmes! In a single glance, he can deduce all there is to know about a person!
Ryunosuke:
What? (What ineffable twaddle!)
Susato:
Oh yes, I've read about it countless times in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'. ...And now I've experienced the astonishing impact of his great deduction firsthand! This is like a dream come true!
Ryunosuke:
(I can hardly believe it, but...all the colour has drained from Mr Roylott's face! It looks like somehow, both of Mr Sholmes's conclusions... were right!)
Roylott:
How...? How could you...?
Sholmes:
'How could I possibly know such things?' you wish to say? Very well then, I shall elucidate. I shall explain how it was that I arrived at this pair of conclusions. So do I cordially invite you upon a journey of logical discovery! Let us board the train of reasoning! ...Put plainly, let us work through my deductions together.
The Great DeductionThe game is afoot!
Topic 1
Old Man's Identity
Sholmes:
So, the dubious-looking Russian, Mr Roylott... Obviously, what catches the eye in the first place... ...is the enormous pair of shears in your hand! Now, we ask ourselves, what could you possibly want with such an implement? The answer, of course, is staring us in the face. You were on the verge of using the shears to cut away the copious beard  you sport! Now, moving on... The question then begged is this: Why would you desire to rid yourself of this magnificent beard, Mr Roylott? Once again, the answer is plain. We have clear evidence to shed light on the matter.
Roylott:
...!
Sholmes:
Regard, if you will, this morning's newspaper. In particular, the fascinating front-page article. Which, it would appear, you have read also, Mr Roylott. I'm sure it needs no further clarification. The evidence that reveals your true identity...is the article about the revolutionary! In translation, the headline reads: 'Revolutionary Vilen Borshevik Flees Russia via Shanghai'. As you cannot fail to observe, the subject of the article possesses an extremely copious beard. Having noted the article yourself, you decided to remove your incriminating facial hair before it gave you away. In short, your true identity is beyond doubt. You are the fearsome Russian revolutionary himself, Vilen Borshevik! ...Not that I've heard of you myself, you understand.
Topic 1
Old Man's Identity
Conclusion
A revolutionary on the run
Topic 2
Wrongdoing
Sholmes:
Now...as for my second conclusion... You are, at this very moment, on the brink of committing a most grievous crime.
Roylott:
...!
Sholmes:
And the proof of this crime? Over there. Oh yes, Mr Roylott... Taken unawares, people have a propensity to let their eyes stray, you see.
Roylott:
Ah!
Sholmes:
And I assure you, the eyes speak so much more eloquently - and honestly - than the mouth. The answer we seek lies where the furtive glance falls. The proof of your crime sits before our very eyes! Yes, that travelling case! It is time, I think, that the case be opened and its contents laid bare.
Roylott:
No! I refuse!
Sholmes:
What could you possibly be concealing inside, we ask? By my estimation... ...a young lady, perhaps. One slight enough to fit therein.
Roylott:
D-Don't be absurd!
Sholmes:
And what, pray, would be the identity of this young lady in the travelling case? Dear me. We are not well suited to a life of crime, are we? Your careless coup d'oeil betrays you. Once again, we need only follow your furtive glance to find the answer. Yes, the reason you refuse to open your travelling case can equally be found in the pages of this newspaper. For there is another, most stimulating article... ...if we turn from the fleeing revolutionary... to the back page! 'Renowned Prima Ballerina of the Novavich Ballet Disappears from Shanghai!' Such a headline can lead us to but one conclusion. Your crime...is that of abduction! And according to the article, the young lady's name is Nikolina Pavlova. 
Topic 2
Wrongdoing
Conclusion
Kidnapping of a young ballerina
Sholmes:
Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction...of this Russian enigma! ...Elementski!
Ryunosuke:
......... Susato-san... That wasn't one of the great deductions I've been hearing so much about...was it?
Susato:
Well, um...the stories are full of Mr Sholmes's brilliant deductions, you know. But that...did seem a little different somehow...
Ryunosuke:
Excuse me, Mr Sholmes! Could you come over here a moment?
Sholmes:
Pray, what can I do for you?
Ryunosuke:
It's about your deductions. Would you mind?
Sholmes:
Not at all. Go on.
Ryunosuke:
Well, to start with, there's the newspaper article. I think we had the same discussion before, but... ...these two men look nothing like each other!
Sholmes:
Ah yes, I recall our discussion earlier. And at the time, I believe I told you... ...that the man is a revolutionary. Well able to revolutionise his own appearance.
Susato:
In fairness to Mr Sholmes, Mr Roylott does look more like this man than you do.
Ryunosuke:
That's...not the point. And another thing! The part about him abducting the ballerina...
Sholmes:
Indeed. A truly startling revelation. At first glance, the case would appear too small to accommodate a young woman.
Ryunosuke:
Not just at first glance! It IS too small! Clearly! You'd be lucky to fit a five-year-old child into that case! Even if you pushed really hard!
Susato:
I don't suppose the missing ballerina is a five-year-old child, is she?
Sholmes:
You mean you don't know? No, the young lady is fifteen.
Ryunosuke:
No, I didn't know. How could I?
Susato:
Hm... Well, if she's fifteen, then ten years' worth of her would be poking out from the case...
Sholmes:
Some years ago, I read something pertinent, I believe. A troupe of men consuming vinegar daily in order to promote a certain litheness in their bodies.
Ryunosuke:
Vinegar?
Sholmes:
For such a sour bunch, it would surely be simplicity itself to contort oneself into the confines of that small case.
Susato:
Oh dear. You might be thinking of contortionists in the circus, Mr Sholmes...
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, this whole thing is turning into a circus...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, something's occurred to me about Mr Sholmes's deductions just now... I think his powers of observation are, well...magical! His eyes cut to the heart of a matter almost instantly. It's just...where he directs his attention and his logic that seem a little...off.
Ryunosuke:
Your idea of 'a little' may be a little off itself, Miss Susato.
Susato:
It's just one or two key words in his deductions that seem to let him down. So I was wondering if we might perhaps tactfully switch them for alternatives. What do you think?
Ryunosuke:
Hm... Switch some key words in his deductions...
Susato:
Yes, but very tactfully. I feel sure if we could do that... ...we'd unlock the true genius of Mr Sholmes's great deduction!
Sholmes:
Precisely the thought that was going through my own mind.
Ryunosuke:
(This man is a lot of work...)
Sholmes:
At times, I wonder how anyone puts up with me! Ah ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(It's not that funny...)
Sholmes:
Ah, and you, my good fellow...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
Take a moment to look at your wrists.
Ryunosuke:
My wrists?
Susato:
Ah! Wh-Where are your handcuffs?
Ryunosuke:
Huh?! How, how did...?
Sholmes:
I felt they may hinder your ability to follow me in our... dance of deduction.
Ryunosuke:
I don't believe it!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, you are a marvel!
Sholmes:
And don't worry. I shall restore the shackles to your wrists when we are finished.
Ryunosuke:
I'm not worried. In fact, I'd rather stay like this...
Sholmes:
So...let us begin. Herlock Sholmes is proud to present...his 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
Course CorrectionHold it, Mr Sholmes!
Topic 1
Old Man's Identity
Conclusion
A revolutionary on the run
Sholmes:
So, the dubious-looking Russian, Mr Roylott... Obviously, what catches the eye in the first place... ...is the enormous pair of shears in your hand! Now, we ask ourselves, what could you possibly want with such an implement? The answer, of course, is staring us in the face. You were on the verge of using the shears to cut away the copious beard  you sport! 
Susato:
Hm, I'm not sure... Would you really use shears like that to cut off a beard?
Ryunosuke:
I doubt that's something I'll ever have to worry about. It doesn't quite sit right with me, though.
Susato:
It doesn't seem to be sitting right with Mr Roylott, either.
Ryunosuke:
(Which means, I suppose, that the deduction is wrong...)
Susato:
Let's try to switch a key word here, Naruhodo-san, and see if it helps matters.
Ryunosuke:
Alright. But how?
Susato:
I think we should start by taking a long, hard look at Mr Roylott.
Ryunosuke:
I wonder if it's really his beard that he intended to use those shears on...
Susato:
Exactly. If we do manage to find something that seems to fit the sense of Mr Sholmes's deduction better...
Ryunosuke:
Then what?
Susato:
Then I'll leave the rest in your capable hands, Naruhodo-san!
Ryunosuke:
(Why am I the one to do something about this...?) Well anyway, let's see if there's anything we could even use to switch around in that last sentence. What exactly was Mr Roylott really going to use those enormous shears for?
Examine thick hat
Ryunosuke:
It's a very thick hat, isn't it?
Susato:
Ah, that's the secret, you see, Naruhodo-san. Don't you know?
Ryunosuke:
Secret? What?
Susato:
Well, before we left Japan, I took some time to study various foreign countries. Russia is a land of unimaginable cold. And a thick hat is the secret to keeping warm. Without one, I read that your brain would freeze!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
That was just one of many fascinating snippets of information in 'Oh Mother, Not Russia!'.
Ryunosuke:
...I think maybe you picked the wrong book there.
Examine copious beard
Susato:
It really is a very full beard, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Although according to Mr Sholmes, Mr Roylott was about to cut it off. I still think that he looks nothing like the man pictured in the newspaper article, though. The apparently merciless revolutionary, Vilen Borshevik.
Susato:
So if he wasn't going to cut off his beard... ...presumably he was going to cut something else.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes. We need to look at this from a fresh perspective and try to work out what.)
Examine coat buttons
Susato:
Are you looking at the buttons on this coat?
Ryunosuke:
Could it be that Mr Roylott...was planning to cut these off?!
Susato:
Oh! ...Why?
Ryunosuke:
Well, when you're wearing thick gloves, it can be very hard to undo buttons.
Susato:
Then...couldn't you just take off your gloves first?
Ryunosuke:
Ah-ha! So he was going to use the scissors to cut his gloves off, then!
Susato:
......... I want you to take a deep breath...and look at this from a fresh perspective, Naruhodo-san.
Ryunosuke:
(Oops. I think she's angry...)
Examine golden locks
Ryunosuke:
What the...? What's this?
Susato:
It, it looks like a cascade of stunning, golden locks!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! The colour is not the point. The point is, what's it doing on the back of Mr Roylott's head? And how is it growing out from underneath his thick, black hair?
Susato:
Well yes, that's not true. So it's stunningly beautiful and stunningly surprising.
Ryunosuke:
(Something's definitely not right here...)
Present golden locks
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"You were on the verge of using the shears to cut away the golden locks you sport!"
Present thick hat
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
For years, you have been on the run in your homeland. And that hat has never left your head. As a result - almost unbelievably - your thick beard has woven itself inextricably together with your hat. But now you have an itch! Somehow you must reach it. Even if it means cutting the hat off!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"You were on the verge of using the shears to cut away the copious beard you sport!"
Present copious beard
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Before you boarded this vessel, you must have suffered a terrible disappointment in love. Now you've vowed to cut off your facial hair to show how you intend to face tomorrow as a new man. Yes, behind that beard is the face of a true romantic!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"You were on the verge of using the shears to cut away the copious beard you sport!"
Present coat buttons
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
For years, you have lived in the icy climate of your homeland, wearing that thick coat for warmth. For so many years, in fact, something terrible has happened: You've forgotten how to undo buttons! Now, in the warmth of this cabin, you find yourself sweltering, and desperate to remove your outer layer!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"You were on the verge of using the shears to cut away the copious beard you sport!"
You were on the verge of using the shears to cut away the copious beard you sport!
Ryunosuke:
What was this bearded Russian planning to cut off with those enormous shears?
Susato:
If we look carefully enough, perhaps we'll notice something that will give us a clue. We need to approach this from every angle. We must consider all possibilities!
Ryunosuke:
That's easy to say, but alright, let's see if we can work it out. If it wasn't his beard, what WAS the man thinking of cutting?
Ryunosuke:
You were on the verge of using the shears to cut away the golden locks you sport!
Sholmes:
...Indeed. You have identified the precise detail I was intending to expose. Such lush, golden hair certainly does not befit an old man.
Roylott:
...!
Ryunosuke:
You're not a man at all! You're a woman! And judging from the length and sheen of your hair...
Sholmes:
...One still very much in her youth!
Roylott:
Oh no... If only I had managed to cut off my hair, no one would have suspected.
Sholmes:
The question then begged is this: Why would you desire to rid yourself of these magnificent locks? Once again, the answer is plain. We have clear evidence to shed light on the matter.
Roylott:
...!
Sholmes:
I'm sure it needs no further clarification. The evidence that reveals your true identity...is the article about the revolutionary!
Ryunosuke:
Well, that was a shock! I had no idea that old man was really a young woman in disguise! Did you?
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What? Why are you staring at me like that?
Susato:
...Yes, it was a surprise. Naruhodo-san... You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
You look like you're in your element as you dance around the room deducing the facts with Mr Sholmes.
Ryunosuke:
I'm just doing what we agreed. I'm, I'm not having fun or anything! This is strictly business! Not strictly come-
Susato:
Yes, yes, I understand. Say no more.
Ryunosuke:
Well anyway, let's focus on this next part of Mr Sholmes's deduction, shall we? The evidence that he's picked out doesn't fit the facts at all.
Susato:
No, that's true, given that Mr Roylott is actually a woman.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. He - or rather she - can't possibly be this merciless revolutionary.
Susato:
I suppose it's because the deduction as a whole has taken a different direction now.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...
Susato:
Let's switch the evidence for something else. Something that fits the facts as we now understand them.
Ryunosuke:
(For some reason, this woman needed to try to hide her true identity. I feel as though I've either read or heard about a young woman in a situation like that recently...) Alright, I'll do my best!
Present Article About Ballerina
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The evidence that reveals your true identity is of course...the article about the ballerina!"
Present Article About Revolutionary
Ryunosuke:
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"The evidence that reveals your true identity...is the article about the revolutionary!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The evidence that reveals your true identity...is the article about the revolutionary!"
The evidence that reveals your true identity...is the article about the revolutionary!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Roylott isn't a merciless revolutionary at all.
Susato:
No. He isn't even a 'mister'. Under that disguise, 'he' is a young woman.
Ryunosuke:
And I do feel like we have some evidence here somewhere that might reveal who she really is.
Susato:
Let's have another look through all the evidence we've gathered so far and see if we can find it!
Ryunosuke:
The evidence that reveals your true identity is of course...the article about the ballerina!
Sholmes:
That's right. You've hit the nail on the head! 'Renowned Prima Ballerina of the Novavich Ballet Disappears from Shanghai!' It would appear we are finally able to address you by your true name.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, because your true identity is that of the Novavich Ballet's prima ballerina...
Sholmes:
...Miss Nikolina Pavlova!
Roylott:
AAAAAAAAAGH!!! .........
Pavlova:
...You're right. My real name is Nina. I mean, Nikolina Pavlova. But please, I beg you... Don't tell anyone!
Topic 1
Old Man's Identity
Conclusion
A revolutionary on the run
A ballerina on the run
Solved
Topic 2
Wrongdoing
Conclusion
Kidnapping of a young ballerina
Sholmes:
Now...as for my second conclusion... You are, at this very moment, on the brink of committing a most grievous crime.
Pavlova:
...!
Sholmes:
And the proof of this crime? Over there. Oh yes, Miss Pavlova... Taken unawares, people have a propensity to let their eyes stray, you see.
Pavlova:
Ah!
Sholmes:
And I assure you, the eyes speak so much more eloquently - and honestly - than the mouth. The answer we seek lies where the furtive glance falls. The proof of your crime sits before our very eyes! Yes, that travelling case!
Ryunosuke:
This woman is the ballerina. And she's right in front of our eyes. So clearly she can't be inside that travelling case as well.
Susato:
No, that's right. It seems she wasn't abducted at all.
Ryunosuke:
In which case...what is the crime this young woman is apparently committing? (Haah, I can see I'm going to have to step in and fix the great detective's mistake again...)
Susato:
You seem to look pleased, Naruhodo-san. Do you like the idea of another chance to dance around with Mr Sholmes?
Ryunosuke:
...Stop it. Anyway, there must be something else here that shows what this woman is up to!
Examine travelling case
Ryunosuke:
It's a very small case, isn't it? You can see instantly that no person could possibly fit inside there.
Susato:
So does that tell us... ...that Miss Pavlova's telling glance in this direction was focused on something else?
Ryunosuke:
If that's true, though, it doesn't make sense.
Susato:
What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Well, if there's nothing incriminating inside this case... ...why did she refuse to let us look inside?
Susato:
Yes, I wonder why... Perhaps she has a perfectly harmless reason, though.
Examine wastepaper basket
Susato:
The wastepaper basket?
Ryunosuke:
Let's have a little look inside...
Susato:
Naruhodo-san! It's poor etiquette to go sifting through someone's rubbish, you know.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, those eyes... She's looking at me like I'm a piece of rubbish now.)
Susato:
However...these are special circumstances, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! We have no choice! ......... (There's hardly anything in here at all.)
Susato:
Oh... Well, that's a little disappointing.
Examine tiara
Ryunosuke:
Wow! Look at this dazzling tiara!
Susato:
I've never seen anything like it... Are those real diamonds, do you think? Oh, Naruhodo-san! Try it on!
Ryunosuke:
What?! Me?! Isn't it usually girls who wear tiaras? Wouldn't you like to try it on?
Susato:
Oh no, I couldn't possibly! It's far too beautiful!
Ryunosuke:
(Why does this tiara look familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere recently...)
Present tiara
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The proof of your crime...is surely this tiara!"
Present travelling case
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
One moment, a bearded Russian gentleman... The next, a sweet prima ballerina... But your true identity...is that of a master thief! And this old case of yours is filled with loot!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"The proof of your crime sits before our every eyes! Yes, that travelling case!"
Present wastepaper basket
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
When people want to conceal the evidence of their crimes, where do they put it? If you want to hide a tree, put it in the forest. If you want to hide paper, put it in the wastepaper basket. Yes, the proof of your crime is in here! ...Probably.
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The proof of your crime sits before our every eyes! Yes, that travelling case!"
The proof of your crime sits before our every eyes! Yes, that travelling case!
Ryunosuke:
Crime comes in so many different forms, that's the thing. How can we be sure...?
Susato:
Mr Sholmes's observational skills are beyond question, Naruhodo-san. Miss Pavlova definitely let her eyes stray to something. And that something will explain everything. We must look around very carefully, and try to work out what she was looking at.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll investigate the area more thoroughly. I agree that there must be something here that will prove what this woman is really guilty of.
Ryunosuke:
The proof of your crime...is surely this tiara!
Pavlova:
Ah!
Sholmes:
I believe this tiara is worn on stage by dancers in the Novavich Ballet, is it not? Indeed, it would appear to be identical to the tiara pictured here in this newspaper article. And if the reporting is to be believed, it's an item worth twenty thousand roubles. In summary...
Ryunosuke:
...The crime you have committed...is theft.
Pavlova:
Oh no!
Sholmes:
Yes, you left your ballet troupe, unlawfully taking their precious tiara with you!
Pavlova:
AAAAAAAAAGH!!! ......... I have no one. No family. No friends. I am all alone. And...I need money! But I did not steal the tiara. It was a present from... How do you say? An earl? ...Of Prussia. It belongs to me!
Ryunosuke:
(This girl is only fifteen years old. And she's run away all by herself. She must have been extremely lonely.)
Pavlova:
......... Alright, I will tell you everything... There is no point to hiding it now.
Sholmes:
Come come, let us not be hasty!
Pavlova:
What?
Sholmes:
There remains one unsolved mystery about you.
Pavlova:
Mystery? Wh-What do you mean?
Sholmes:
You have staunchly refused to open this travelling case of yours in our presence. It is reasonable to conclude, therefore, that there exists some reason why you wish it to remain closed. Is that not so...Miss Pavlova?
Pavlova:
Um...
Sholmes:
My dear girl, there is no sense in playing games with me. Nothing escapes my attention. Indeed, I have a very good idea of the contents of your case, even before I have ever laid eyes on them. Dear me. We are not well suited to a life of crime, are we? Your careless coup d'oeil betrays you. Once again, we need only follow your furtive glance to find the answer. Yes, the reason why you refuse to open your case...is written in the books on the shelf!
Ryunosuke:
He's completely changed tack with his deduction now!
Susato:
I think Mr Sholmes is adapting his logic to the changing circumstances, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
Maybe, but why has he suddenly brought the bookshelf into all this? It's just a wild guess, surely!
Susato:
Oh... Do you think so?
Ryunosuke:
Well, it doesn't seem likely that the reason why this young woman doesn't want to open her case... ...would have been written in a book that doesn't even belong to her!
Susato:
Yes, that's true. But still... Miss Pavlova certainly did cast her eyes in that direction. I noticed it myself.
Ryunosuke:
Then there has to be another reason why she won't open her case. And it must be somewhere in the same area, if that's where her gaze was involuntarily drawn.
Susato:
I agree. That's the only answer.
Ryunosuke:
(Whatever she has hidden inside that case... ...should be revealed by following her gaze in the direction of the bookcase!)
Examine books on the shelf
Ryunosuke:
Ah... It looks like these are all the same books that we have in our cabin. (I suppose the steward likes to make sure passengers have plenty to read for the long voyage.)
Susato:
And...have you noticed how all the books have fallen over, just like in Kazuma-sama's cabin? It's almost like someone's taken a sweep at them.
Ryunosuke:
Maybe Miss Pavlova? While she was practising her ballet? Anyway, the point is, we don't have time to look through all these books at the moment.
Susato:
We couldn't even if we wanted to. They're all in Russian.
Ryunosuke:
Well, that's a relief. Let's try our luck elsewhere.
Examine small picture
Susato:
This is a charming little picture, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
What is it? Someone climbing a steep mountainside?
Susato:
Or descending one, it seems to me.
Ryunosuke:
(When you've been on the flat sea for a while, maybe you start seeing hills and mountains in everything...)
Examine Rules of Passage
Ryunosuke:
These are the 'Rules of Passage' for travel aboard the SS Burya. 'Passengers must not keep weapons or other dangerous objects in their cabins. Pets are also strictly forbidden.'
Ryunosuke:
There was exactly the same notice in our cabin, too. I wonder what happens if you break the rules?
Susato:
Oh dear! I'm sure the punishment would be severe, Naruhodo-san. You'd probably be left to drift in the freezing-cold ocean... Or shut inside a tiny wardrobe for days on end...
Ryunosuke:
(So I've actually been serving time for weeks now, have I...)
Examine cabin door
Ryunosuke:
It's a metal door, the same as in Kazuma's cabin.
Susato:
Yes, and the rather slim bolt is the same as well.
Ryunosuke:
Well, if Miss Pavlova was actually glancing over at the door here instead of the bookcase... ...that would suggest a desire to run away from this cabin.
Susato:
Hm, maybe...
Present Rules of Passage
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason why you refuse to open your case...is written in the Rules of Passage!"
Present books on the shelf
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The way I see it, books are the treasured collection of all human knowledge. There's almost nothing you can't look up in a book. Which means we can probably look up the reason why Miss Pavlova won't open her case in one, too!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason why you refuse to open your case...is written in the books on the shelf!"
Present small picture
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I read a mystery story the other day and in that, there was a secret safe hidden behind a picture just like this. That's right! Behind this picture is a safe, too! And inside, the key to your travelling case! So no more games! Open it up now!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason why you refuse to open your case...is written in the books on the shelf!"
Present cabin door
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The metal door to this cabin has a metal latch. And 'latch' rhymes with 'catch'! ...Are you 'catching' on yet? You see...just as the door has a metal latch, your travelling case has a metal catch!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason why you refuse to open your case...is written in the books on the shelf!"
Yes, the reason why you refuse to open your case...is written in the books on the shelf!
Susato:
Surely the reason that Miss Pavlova doesn't want to open her travelling case... ...is because there's something inside that she doesn't want us to see.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it must be what's inside... (Come to think of it... ...we saw the case moving before, didn't we?)
Susato:
I can't imagine what's in there. What could it be?
Ryunosuke:
(What has Miss Pavlova got inside her case? Whatever it is that she is glancing at will probably give us the answer...!) 
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the reason why you refuse to open your case...is written in the Rules of Passage! 'Passengers must not keep weapons or other dangerous objects in their cabins. Pets are also strictly forbidden.'
Sholmes:
Inside that case of yours, is something forbidden from carriage on this vessel. That is the real reason why you refuse to open it, thus revealing its contents.
Pavlova:
I...
Ryunosuke:
As we've seen, the trunk wobbles from time to time. But no weapon or other dangerous item would move of its own accord.
Sholmes:
Which leaves but one possibility, Miss Pavlova... Inside your travelling case... ...is the last item listed as forbidden in the vessel's Rules of Passage: a pet!
Pavlova:
AAAAAAAAAGH!
Topic 2
Wrongdoing
Conclusion
Kidnapping of a young ballerina
Possession of a prohibited animal
Solved
Deduction CompleteElementary!
Ryunosuke:
So clearly, you aren't who you said you were.
Pavlova:
No. I am not Grimesby Roylott. My real name is Nikolina Pavlova. Everything you said was correct.
Sholmes:
You absconded during one of your ballet company's performances in order to escape your homeland. Later that same night, you stole aboard this vessel.
Ryunosuke:
(Which couldn't have been easy. The Burya is a huge steamship with a vast crew. Could she really have snuck on board without being noticed?)
Sholmes:
In order to obscure your true identity, you somewhat recklessly took the guise of an old gentleman. And you intended to sever all links with your past by severing your long hair.
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
Yet to a woman, hair is no trifling matter. My personal recommendation is to leave well alone.
Ryunosuke:
So...if it was just you, about to cut off your own hair... ...who was it that let out the scream we heard from outside the cabin?
Sholmes:
That veritable tinkling of a bell? Why, none other than this young lady, naturally.
Ryunosuke:
(More like a full set of pipes, if you ask me...)
Pavlova:
I was so scared when I ran away in Shanghai. I was sure they would come looking for me. That's why I decided to... How do you say? Disgust myself? So no one would recognise me.
Susato:
As a result, you transformed yourself into that questionable old man? I see...
Pavlova:
I put on the fur hat and...fake beard? Then, just before you came in here, I saw in the newspaper. Right on the page...there was a picture of me. I was so frightened. I couldn't stop from screaming. I knew that if I didn't change my appearances completely, they would find me. So I decided to cut all my hair as fastly as possible. I picked up the scissors in my hand, and...
Sholmes:
...At that precise moment, we walked in through the annoyingly unlocked cabin door.
Susato:
......... Things happen like that sometimes, don't they?
Sholmes:
Things do indeed happen like that from time to time.
Ryunosuke:
(Are those two even talking about the same thing?)
Susato:
There's just one more thing I'd like to know... What exactly do you have inside your travelling case?
Pavlova:
......... You were right. It is my dear friend inside. My only friend in the whole world. Please...don't tell anyone! If the captain finds out... If you say to any of the crew...
Sholmes:
Your secret is safe with us, I assure you. But in return... ...you must tell us, in as much detail as you can muster, about the events of last night.
Pavlova:
...Yes, alright. I will tell you.
Susato:
Well, Mr Naruhodo...? Wasn't it something, Mr Sholmes's great deduction?!
Ryunosuke:
It was certainly something, yes. I'm just not entirely sure what... But at least Miss Pavlova has agreed to tell us what she knows. That's incredible!
Sholmes:
Indeed! It IS incredible! Ah, and one more thing...
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes? What?
Sholmes:
Observe your wrists.
Ryunosuke:
My...?
Susato:
Ah! Your hands...are cuffed again!
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?! But, but how...?
Sholmes:
True to my word, I have restored your shackles.
Ryunosuke:
Grrr... (When? And why?!)
Susato:
There is still a shadow of guilt cast over you, Mr Naruhodo. I'm sorry to say...it can't be helped at the moment.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (Can't it? Really?)
Susato:
Anyway, let's listen to what Miss Pavlova has to say. I can't go on not knowing... I have to find out what the 'speckled band' that Kazuma-sama wrote about in his diary really was!
Examine
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Let me see...
Pavlova:
Don't touch!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Pavlova:
I will tell you what I know about last night. But please... ...you must not touch my things. I... How do you say? ...Forbid it!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, sorry...
Sholmes:
As well you should be, young man. What vulgar manners you have! Poking around in a young lady's private belongings? Neither shall I allow it!
Ryunosuke:
(Grrr... Hypocrite!)
Converse
What happened last night
Ryunosuke:
Did you know that someone was killed in the cabin next door to this one last night?
Pavlova:
...One of the crewmen told me this morning when I was eating breakfast.
Ryunosuke:
The man who died... He was a friend of mine.
Pavlova:
...! Oh...
Ryunosuke:
That's why we're trying to find out what happened. Did you...notice anything unusual last night?
Susato:
Perhaps you heard a strange noise, for example? Perhaps people talking?
Sholmes:
Perhaps the ship was absorbed in a wild tempest? Perhaps its steam engine exploded?
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps everyone on board would have noticed if that had happened?
Susato:
Miss Pavlova? Is there anything you can tell us?
Pavlova:
......... I don't know. I'm sorry, but all I could think about last night was what I had done and whether they would find me. I didn't notice anything that was happening around me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see...
Running away
Ryunosuke:
You've run away from your ballet company, haven't you? The Novavich Ballet?
Pavlova:
...Yes. I am travelling to Great Britain, and from there... I want to go to America. I will never dance again. I want to forget everything about the ballet. ...I will start a new life.
Sholmes:
You wish to forget? A challenging proposition...when you have that striking tiara as a reminder.
Pavlova:
But the tiara is mine! I need it to live! ......... I have no money of my own. The Novavich Ballet gives us only a little food and water. And we must dance all over the world. I had to run away! I had no choice! ...If I stayed, it would have killed me.
Susato:
So you ran away to protect yourself?
Pavlova:
Yes. And the crew of this ship, they have all been kind to me. They let me come on board, and they said I could hide in this cabin.
Sholmes:
......... If that is indeed the truth, Miss Pavlova... ...it creates a most intriguing conundrum.
Susato:
Yes...it does. What do you think about it, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Me? Oh, well...yes... Of course... ...I think we should hear Miss Pavlova's explanation! (To what 'conundrum', I'm not sure, but...)
Conundrum (appears after "Running away")
Sholmes:
Miss Pavlova, allow me to pose you a riddle.
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
According to this newspaper, it was only yesterday that you absconded from the ballet. Now, that being the case... ...it must have been last night that you boarded this vessel.
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
However... ...the SS Burya stopped by no port last night.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! That's it! Of course!
Sholmes:
So how is it, pray, that you come to be aboard?
Pavlova:
.........
Susato:
Now that I think about it, the crewman outside the cabin acted very strangely when we mentioned that. It was just after we asked him about when the occupant of this cabin came aboard...
Strogenov:
......... That is not your business.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. He did seem to be hiding something.
Pavlova:
......... ......... 'An angel descended from the heavens, bringing grace and beauty to the stage.'
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What was that?
Pavlova:
It is how the Russian newspapers described one of my performances. And that is how I came here, too. I descended from the heavens. Because I am an angel.
Ryunosuke:
......... Considering English isn't your mother tongue, your description is very vivid.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes once said, 'I never can resist a touch of the dramatic.' It seems Miss Pavlova is the same.
Sholmes:
'A genius descended from the heavens, bringing grace and beauty to detection!' ...Words once said about myself. A quote from a wonderfully extravagant advertisement for 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' in fact!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes yes, Mr Showy... Anyway, it doesn't look like Miss Pavlova is going to tell us what really happened...)
'Friend'
Ryunosuke:
So the 'friend' you mentioned is inside your travelling case, is that right?
Susato:
I don't think animals are allowed on board, according to the Rules of Passage.
Pavlova:
Oh please! Don't tell! Don't tell any of the crew! If they found my precious...
Sholmes:
...Then the burly Russians would bestir themselves in unison to throw you and your case overboard, no doubt.
Pavlova:
AAAAAAGH!
Ryunosuke:
(So reassuring, Mr Sholmes...)
Susato:
But what sort of pet is your friend? A little puppy? ...It is, isn't it?!
Pavlova:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Maybe an adorable little rabbit?
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
Hah! You credit Russia as a land with small rabbits, do you?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Don't they have small rabbits there, then?
Sholmes:
You may well ask. I have no idea!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
You two are miserable bunglers when it comes to understanding the nature of young ballerinas' friends! Isn't it obvious? It must be a chicken!
Susato:
Really?!
Sholmes:
Consider the benefits: A rousing wake-up call, daily fresh eggs... ...and when adversity strikes, it could satisfy the needs of sustenance.
Ryunosuke:
...So you'd eat your friends. I'll remember that.
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
Well, it would appear this friend's identity is a closely guarded secret not to be revealed! Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(She obviously doesn't quite trust us yet.)
If Kazuma's Diary has not been presented yet
Ryunosuke:
(There's something I should like to show her, I think. Maybe she might be able to shed some light on it.)
Present
University Collar Pin
Ryunosuke:
Um, can I show you this? I'm actually a university student from the Empire of Japan, you see.
Pavlova:
......... That means nothing to me.
Ryunosuke:
(No, why would it?)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... If you're determined to flaunt your Yumei badge, at least choose a Japanese person who might recognise it.
Ryunosuke:
......... Miss Susato, can I show you this?
Susato:
...Maybe later.
Ryunosuke:
(Ooh, I could show Inspector Hosonaga, too!)
Article About Revolutionary
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova, about this article... Did you know about this merciless revolutionary already?
Pavlova:
No. But when I saw the picture, I couldn't believe it! He looked just like me in my disguise!
Ryunosuke:
Huh? (Am I the only one around here with eyes?)
Pavlova:
The other man - the one wearing the brown - he also said so. He said we looked the same.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, he says a lot of things. But I have a strong feeling that besides you and the 'great' detective... ...you won't find another soul on this ocean who thinks there's any similarity there at all.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! I won't allow you to speak ill of Mr Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
No no! I wouldn't dream of it!
Article About Ballerina
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova, about this article...
Susato:
You look so beautiful! Like a fairy!
Pavlova:
......... I'm scared. If my picture is in the newspapers...
Susato:
You poor girl...
Ryunosuke:
(She's so young. Just fifteen years old. For her to have run away all by herself... ...she must have felt very, very alone.)
Kazuma's Diary
Ryunosuke:
This is the diary of my friend who passed away.
Pavlova:
His diary?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and he wrote in it last night before he died. Something a little unusual. It reads: '1:23 a.m. - I can hear a faint whistling sound.' And then a few minutes later: '1:35 a.m. - What looks like some sort of speckled band is dangling from the ventilator grille.'
Pavlova:
A speckled band? I...don't understand...
Ryunosuke:
It's strange, isn't it? But the ventilator he mentions joins to this cabin, you see. It's up there on the wall.
Susato:
In other words, this cabin and the victim's cabin are connected together.
Pavlova:
Oh!
Susato:
Miss Pavlova...? Has something occurred to you? Does the speckled band the victim mentioned mean something to you? Or the whistling sound, perhaps?
Pavlova:
......... No. I don't know anything.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Pavlova:
.........
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova...would  you take a look at this?
Pavlova:
......... I don't know. I don't know anything!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! You're frightening the poor girl!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Sorry... (I wasn't trying to.)
After clearing all Converse options and presenting Kazuma's Diary:
*Knock knock*
Strogenov:
Excuse me! Mr Roylott...
Roylott:
Yes? What?
Ryunosuke:
(Wow, she's fast!)
Strogenov:
Captain would like to speak with you. You must come to captain's quarters at once! ...Please.
Roylott:
Alright. I will come now. .........
Ryunosuke:
What?
Roylott:
You must leave. Now.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, it's fine. Don't mind us.
Susato:
Yes, please don't worry yourself, Mr Roylott.
Roylott:
GET OUT!!!
Strogenov:
The passenger said, 'OUT'! Or you want me to throw you out?!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... It looks like we'll have to leave investigating this cabin until later.)
Susato:
What a pity.
And so we lost our chance. Having still not managed to investigate Miss Pavlova's cabin, we were unceremoniously chased out. That is to say...we were quite literally picked up and thrown into the passageway outside.
To be continued...
First-Class Passageway (before Bif Strogenov enters the cabin):
Examine
Cabin door on right
Ryunosuke:
'First-Class Cabin No. 2'... Home for this voyage - at least to Mr Grimesby Roylott, the gentleman we just met.
Susato:
These cabins are the finest on the ship. Mr Roylott must be a man of considerable standing. .........
Ryunosuke:
I suppose so...compared to a nobody like me who doesn't even have a passport, or ticket.
Susato:
I, I meant no disrespect, Naruhodo-san!
9th January
SS Burya, First-Class Cabin Passageway
Susato:
I wish we hadn't been thrown out like that.
Ryunosuke:
I wish we'd managed to find some clue as to what that 'speckled band' might be.
Susato:
We didn't manage to investigate at all. And I imagine... ...that we won't be able to for a while longer. We'll never get past that sailor guarding the door.
Ryunosuke:
(He's clearly glaring at us, as if to say, 'Don't even think about it!') Oh! Wait a minute!
Susato:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, what happened to our great detective friend? Where did he go?
Susato:
Oh yes! He's completely disappeared!
Ryunosuke:
When did he do that? (He's slipped away as quietly as the wind. But not before ensuring these were securely back on my wrists...)
Examine
Bif Strogenov
Ryunosuke:
(I really wish we'd had a chance to look around in Miss Pavlova's cabin.)
Strogenov:
......... What? Why you look like that? You want something?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Strogenov:
Maybe...you want me to throw you out again, hm?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! No no! Definitely not that!
Strogenov:
Next time I have to throw you out, I show you where lobsters spend winter! Understand?
Ryunosuke:
U-Understand! (Maybe I should steer clear of him until he's forgotten my face...)
Susato:
I don't think he'll ever forget your face, Naruhodo-san.
Cabin door on left
Ryunosuke:
'First-Class Cabin No. 1'... Yes, that's our cabin.
Susato:
Not 'our' cabin. It's Kazuma-sama's.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
Your accommodation is confined to the wardrobe inside the cabin.
Ryunosuke:
You know how to make a stowaway feel small, don't you? As small as the wardrobe I've been calling home. Anyway... ...I wonder if Inspector Hosonaga has managed to uncover any new clues.
Susato:
Yes, we should probably find him and ask.
Blue door
Susato:
That door leads to the second-class area.
Ryunosuke:
......... It's locked. I can't open it.
Susato:
No, well, that stands to reason. No one wants to let the murderer escape.
Ryunosuke:
(Gosh, she gave me a very stern look when she said that!)
9th January
SS Burya, First-Class Cabin No. 1
Ryunosuke:
It looks like they're still investigating in here.
Susato:
Yes. On that subject... ...I wonder if Inspector Hosonaga is unscathed.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, 'unscathed'?
Susato:
Surely you haven't forgotten, have you, Naruhodo-san? Don't you remember what he said about allowing you out of this cabin to investigate? He was going to talk to the captain about it. He said he'd lay his life on the line for you!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes. But I'm sure he was exaggerating. Let's see what he has to say for himself. (He might have some new information for us... You never know.)
Examine
Satoru Hosonaga
Hosonaga:
Ah, you're back.
Ryunosuke:
In-Inspector!
Susato:
What happened to you?! Your face is...!
Hosonaga:
Please, don't worry about it. They're just scratches.
Ryunosuke:
(Made by a bear, maybe!)
Hosonaga:
When I told the captain that I'd given you permission to investigate... ...he told me he'd pummel me with his fists and then toss me overboard.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Hosonaga:
But the pummelling was over in a flash, and he must have decided against throwing me overboard. So it was nothing, really.
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like he wasn't joking when he said he'd lay his life on the line if he had to...)
Susato:
Well, thanks to your efforts, we now know a little about the neighbouring cabin.
Hosonaga:
Yes, so I understand.
Susato:
Oh!
Hosonaga:
I bumped into a man claiming to be a great detective a little while ago. I think his name was something like 'Herr Lock Sholmes'. I don't think he was German, though...
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, that explains it.) Shall we compare notes, then? We can tell you what we've found out.
Hosonaga:
Yes, let's do it!
The cabin next door
Hosonaga:
...What?! Nikolina Pavlova?! She's in the cabin next door?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, do you know who she is?
Hosonaga:
Please! What self-respecting ballet fan wouldn't know that graceful angel? Ahem! ...Ahem, ahem! AHEEEMMM!!!
Ryunosuke:
(Oops, I think I upset him there...)
Hosonaga:
Well, that tells us the neighbouring cabin is unrelated to the case at least.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? How?
Hosonaga:
Because angels don't go around committing crimes, do they?
Ryunosuke:
(Oops, now I've definitely upset him!)
Susato:
Inspector, has your investigation in here proved fruitful?
Hosonaga:
If I'm honest, there's very little more I can do. Our duty is to make sure the scene isn't disturbed, ready to hand over to the Hong Kong police. So I'm just keeping watch here. Trying not to take my eyes off the job.
Susato:
Oh, I see...
Hosonaga:
Ah, there is one thing. I do have a small piece of new information for you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! What?
Susato:
Yes, do tell us, Inspector! Please!
New information (appears after "The cabin next door")
Ryunosuke:
What is this new information you have, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
It's this. The Burya's medical officer has finished his examination of the body. I managed to obtain the report.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Kazuma's post-mortem report?
Susato:
Kazuma-sama...
Ryunosuke:
So...what was the cause of death?
Hosonaga:
'Damage to the cervical vertebrae', is what's written in the report.
Susato:
His...neck was broken?
Hosonaga:
Yes, it would seem so. There were no obvious wounds or other signs of injury. So at first, I think they were considering poison. But it turns out they found no trace of poison in his system at all.
Ryunosuke:
Well...what weapon was used, then?
Hosonaga:
Nothing has been found as yet. But the fact that there are no signs of a wound... ...suggest it may have been a blunt object. Something that wouldn't leave a mark.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see...
Susato:
All the body's nerves run through the spine to the brain. A strong enough impact to the neck could induce death. It is a possibility. And no obvious wound would be left.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Kazuma...)
Hosonaga:
I have a second copy of the report. If it might be useful, you're welcome to have it.
Ryunosuke:
Really? Are you sure?
Hosonaga:
Yes, it's fine. I trust you.
Susato:
...!
Hosonaga:
After all, if I didn't trust you... ...I'd never have agreed to you leaving this cabin in the first place, would I?
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Susato:
.........
The post-mortem report has been entered into the Court Record.
New information (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
What is this new information you have, Inspector?
Hosonaga:
It's this. The Burya's medical officer has finished his examination of the body. I managed to obtain the report.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Kazuma's post-mortem report?
Susato:
Kazuma-sama...
Ryunosuke:
So...what was the cause of death?
Hosonaga:
'Damage to the cervical vertebrae', is what's written in the report.
Susato:
His...neck was broken?
Hosonaga:
Yes, it would seem so. There were no obvious wounds or other signs of injury. So at first, I think they were considering poison. But it turns out they found no trace of poison in his system at all.
Ryunosuke:
Well...what weapon was used, then?
Hosonaga:
Nothing has been found as yet. But the fact that there are no signs of a wound... ...suggest it may have been a blunt object. Something that wouldn't leave a mark.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see...
Susato:
All the body's nerves run through the spine to the brain. A strong enough impact to the neck could induce death. It is a possibility. And no obvious wound would be left.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Kazuma...)
The great detective
Susato:
Oh! Mr Sholmes was here, was he?
Hosonaga:
Yes, he seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much as he crept about on the floor investigating. But then he suddenly left. I suppose he must have become bored.
Ryunosuke:
Did he say anything at all?
Hosonaga:
Actually, now you mention it, yes... Just one thing, but he practically shouted it. 'It's shoe polish!' ...was all he said.
Ryunosuke:
Shoe polish? ...I wonder what he meant.
Hosonaga:
It was when he was over there. By the piece of broken glass. Do you see?
Susato:
Ah, perhaps he was talking about this brick-coloured mark, do you think?
Hosonaga:
Ah...yes! That must be it!
Ryunosuke:
But how could Mr Sholmes know that it's shoe polish?
Hosonaga:
Hm... That leaves me cold, I'm afraid. I have no idea.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Susato-san?
Susato:
Well... ...Kazuma-sama was wearing leather shoes with a very dark tan hue.
Ryunosuke:
Dark tan...? (A sort of dark brownish-red then...)
Susato:
Yes, a little like the colour of red wine, but darker. I often repaired them for him.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Does this mean...? (...that this mark was made by the polish on Kazuma's shoes as they scuffed on the floor?)
The mark on the floor has been entered into the Court Record.
The great detective (subsequent times)
Susato:
Oh! Mr Sholmes was here, was he?
Hosonaga:
Yes, he seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much as he crept about on the floor investigating. But then he suddenly left. I suppose he must have become bored.
Ryunosuke:
Did he say anything at all?
Hosonaga:
Actually, now you mention it, yes... Just one thing, but he practically shouted it. 'It's shoe polish!' ...was all he said.
Ryunosuke:
Shoe polish? ...I wonder what he meant.
Hosonaga:
It was when he was over there. By the piece of broken glass. Do you see?
Susato:
Ah, perhaps he was talking about this brick-coloured mark, do you think?
Hosonaga:
Ah...yes! That must be it!
Ryunosuke:
But how could Mr Sholmes know that it's shoe polish?
Hosonaga:
Hm... That leaves me cold, I'm afraid. I have no idea.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Susato-san?
Susato:
Well... ...Kazuma-sama was wearing leather shoes with a very dark tan hue.
Ryunosuke:
Dark tan...? (A sort of dark brownish-red then...)
Susato:
Yes, a little like the colour of red wine, but darker. I often repaired them for him.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Does this mean...? (...that this mark was made by the polish on Kazuma's shoes as they scuffed on the floor?)
Sailor in front of shelf
Ryunosuke:
Erm...
Sailor:
You! Where did you go?!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Sorry! I, I just went to the next-door cabin to investiga-
Sailor:
Why?! Who gave you permission for this?!
Ryunosuke:
Um, well, Inspe- I mean, Seaman Hosonaga did.
Sailor:
Hmph. That new Japanese, was it? Later, I will roll him into ball and throw him in cold room!
Ryunosuke:
(Whew, he's gone back to guarding the door.)
Susato:
I hope Inspector Hosonaga doesn't find himself in too much trouble on our account.
Ryunosuke:
He's really gone out of his way to help us, hasn't he? When we get back to Japan, we'll have to take him for a steak at La Carneval.
Susato:
That could be a very long time from now, Naruhodo-san.
Shelf
Ryunosuke:
All the books provided for passengers occupying this cabin, neatly arranged on the shelf.
Susato:
They were all over the place when we first looked around, if you remember.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. And you tidied them up, didn't you?
Susato:
You have to look after the ship's property! Unruly behaviour in the cabins leads to damage.
Ryunosuke:
But it really wasn't me who knocked them over.
Susato:
Well anyway, I feel much better now they're neatly lined up. I can't relax when things are untidy.
Sign
Ryunosuke:
These are the 'Rules of Passage' for travel aboard the SS Burya.
Susato:
'Passengers must not keep weapons or other dangerous objects in their cabins. Pets are also strictly forbidden.'
Ryunosuke:
So by bringing her pet on board, Miss Pavlova has broken the rules.
Susato:
She called it her 'friend', didn't she?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Although we don't know what form this 'friend' takes as yet.
Susato:
I'm almost certain that whatever it is, it's inside the travelling case in her cabin.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... A 'friend'... There's more to this than it seems, I think...)
Writing on floor or body outline
Ryunosuke:
So it's clear that these letters were written with the ink that was somehow spilt on the floor. And they spell the Russian word for 'wardrobe'.
Susato:
It does seem to be an unambiguous pointer to you, Naruhodo-san, as you were sleeping in there.
Ryunosuke:
But to be truly unambiguous, it should have just spelt out my name, don't you think?
Susato:
Well, either way, one fact remains... It's hard to imagine that Kazuma-sama would have written his last words - or word - in Russian.
Ryunosuke:
(Which begs the question of who did write it?)
Desk
Ryunosuke:
This is where Kazuma spent his final moments, writing his diary.
Susato:
'1:23 a.m. - I can hear a faint whistling sound. 1:35 a.m. - What looks like some sort of speckled band is dangling from the ventilator grille.'
Ryunosuke:
(Looking at his writing here on this page... ...it's almost impossible to believe that he's gone.)
Susato:
Kazuma-sama left us a valuable clue in these words, I'm sure of it. We have to solve this mystery, Naruhodo-san!
Ryunosuke:
We will!
Vent
Ryunosuke:
So this ventilator joins to Miss Pavlova's cabin.
Susato:
Yes, that's right.
Ryunosuke:
And just a few minutes before he died, Kazuma saw something emerging from it. The 'speckled band', as he described it.
Susato:
If only Miss Pavlova had been able to shed some light on it. But she seemed as baffled as we are.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. ...I wonder if she's telling us everything, though.
Susato:
I'm not sure.
Ryunosuke:
(I know most people aboard would say the same about me, but... ...there was something about that woman that didn't sit right with me.)
Susato:
.........
After clearing all Converse options with Satoru Hosonaga:
Hosonaga:
That's really all I can tell you at this stage. I should return to my post. My fellow crewman's eyes are boring into the back of my head.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that might be for the best. Thank you.
Hosonaga:
Ahem! ...Ahem, ahem!
Susato:
Poor Inspector... You look exhausted.
Hosonaga:
Oh... No. Well... ...I feel terrible that I failed to protect Asogi-san. He was my responsibility.
Susato:
.........
Hosonaga:
Of course, my pain is nothing compared to yours. You were his friends. The truth is... ...I seem to have had a heavy head ever since I woke this morning.
Ryunosuke:
A heavy head...? (That's interesting... My head's still throbbing, too.) 
Examine
Broken glass or floor mark
Susato:
It really is such a beautiful colour, this glass.
Ryunosuke:
It looks like whatever it was has broken clean in two. But the other half is nowhere to be seen.
Susato:
And then there's the brick-coloured mark.
Ryunosuke:
Which is shoe polish, according to that great detective you seem to know all about.
Susato:
I suppose it must be from Kazuma-sama's shoes.
Ryunosuke:
Maybe. But what I'd like to know is... ...how can the detective be so sure that it's shoe polish and not something else?
Susato:
Because he's a great detective, of course!
Ryunosuke:
...That's hardly a reason, is it?
9th January
SS Burya, First-Class Cabin Passageway
Susato:
Ah! Look, Naruhodo-san! Seaman Strogenov has gone!
Ryunosuke:
Strong...enough...?
Susato:
The burly Russian sailor who's always crossing his arms and glaring at us!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, all these Russian names are impossible to remember...
......... ...Tra-la-la...
Ryunosuke:
Did you hear that? (It sounded like someone singing...)
Tra-la-la-lira-lira-lay...I did it the great deteeective way...
Susato:
This carolling... ...I know that lark-like voice.
Ryunosuke:
Well, never mind that now. This is a golden opportunity for us.
Susato:
Yes, you're right! We must seize it! Let's get inside Miss Pavlova's cabin while we can and investigate!
Ryunosuke:
Definitely. Before that 'Stringy-knot' crewman comes back!
Susato:
It's Strogenov, not 'Stringy-knot'!
Examine
Cabin door on right
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova's cabin...
Susato:
......... This could be our chance.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
The burly sailor doesn't appear to be around at the moment. We could investigate every last inch of that cabin!
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure if we could go that far. (But we could certainly do with looking around more. I'm sure we could learn something!)
Herlock Sholmes
Leads to:
"Oh! It's Mr Sholmes, look!"
Susato:
Oh! It's Mr Sholmes, look!
Ryunosuke:
Wow, you never know where he's going to turn up next, do you?
Susato:
He seems to be stealing a look at something as he sings to himself!
Tra-la-la-lira-lira-lay... I did it the great deteeective way...
Ryunosuke:
He's still singing. Do you think he hasn't noticed us?
Susato:
Or he's simply in extremely high spirits.
...Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew... ...When the Yard bit off more than it could chew... ...And through it all, when there was doubt... ...It's lucky Herlock was about...
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me...
...I solved it all and I stood tall... ...I did it the great deteeective way...
Ryunosuke:
MR SHOLMES!!!
Sholmes:
AAAAAAAAAGH!!! ...What is it? You want to fight? Hm? Honestly! Interrupting a fellow when he's singing! And I was just about to reach the climactic finish!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, I thought you were never going to stop, so I figured now is as good a time as any.
Sholmes:
I very nearly dropped you to the floor with one of my famous right hooks!
Ryunosuke:
...Alright, I get the picture. Now could you put those fists away?
Susato:
Mr Sholmes... ...you seemed to be examining something before we interrupted you.
Sholmes:
Ah, yes. That. I was immersed in study of the ship's log, as penned by the stockily-built crewman who's usually on guard here.
Susato:
Oh yes, the ship's log.
Ryunosuke:
And did you find out anything useful from it?
Sholmes:
Well, after 2 a.m. this morning, the majority of the entries are blank.
Ryunosuke:
Which means that there was nothing to report. Nothing of note happened, so-
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha hah! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha hah! You truly are a student from the Land of the Rising Sun! You've been utterly blinded by it! Ah ha ha!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
Your logic, my boys, is inverted.
Susato:
Whatever do you mean, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Observe the other pages, and all shall become clear. It would seem the same crewman oft stands sentry in this first-class passageway. And he has an almost religious practice of recording 'Nothing to report' every half hour.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, he writes that in every thirty minutes?
Susato:
Nothing to report...?
Sholmes:
Precisely! Put simply, the seaman writes 'Nothing to report' when there is just that. And yet...
Ryunosuke:
...The ship's log from last night is largely blank. He didn't even write 'Nothing to report'...
Susato:
Do you mean...?
Sholmes:
Yes. There were circumstances afoot last night, which led to the seaman being absent from his post.
Susato:
What kind of circumstances? What happened?!
Sholmes:
That remains a mystery for now. But we can be sure something significant took place. So significant, that it caused the seaman to forget his regular habit of scribing 'Nothing to report' in the log. These are important details. I would stake my life on it! You must log the ship's log in your mental file!
The ship's log has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Now THAT deduction was worthy of a great detective.)
Sholmes:
Ah, you're starting to understand what 'my way' is, I see. What makes Sholmes 'Sholmes'. ...Brilliance! Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Hah ha ha ha ha...hah. ...Ooh. Ouch.
Ryunosuke:
What is it? Are you hurt?
Sholmes:
Oh, don't worry yourself. I seem to be afflicted with a throbbing head this morning for some reason, nothing more.
Susato:
...!
Sholmes:
Well, my friends... Until our next encounter!
Ryunosuke:
(He's still singing to himself. I can hear it as he wanders off down the passageway.)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong, Susato-san? You seem lost in thought.
Susato:
It's just... Well, I feel the same.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
Ever since I woke this morning, I've had something of a headache. A sort of...continuous throbbing.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! You too?
Susato:
.........
9th January
SS Burya, First-Class Cabin No. 2
Ryunosuke:
(Miss Pavlova isn't back yet.) Susato-san... Oh! (Where's she gone?) Hey! What are you doing?! Those are her private things...
Susato:
There's not a moment to waste, Naruhodo-san! We must investigate as quickly as we can!
Ryunosuke:
...I suppose you're right. For Kazuma's sake.
Susato:
......... Not just for Kazuma-sama.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Susato:
It can't be long now until we arrive at port. In Hong Kong. I...don't want you to be in those handcuffs when we get there.
Ryunosuke:
R-Really...?
Susato:
We must solve this case, Naruhodo-san! By ourselves if we have to!
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, we will!
Examine
Door
Ryunosuke:
This cabin door has the same simple sort of bolted latch that our cabin door has. If the bolt's drawn across, there's no way anybody could enter the cabin from outside.
Susato:
Yes, it's not a particularly heavy-duty bolt, is it? But still, it wouldn't slide across of its own accord, would it?
Ryunosuke:
No, and the door is made of metal, so there's no chance of trickery using magnets to unbolt it from the outside.
Susato:
And it seals up perfectly, too. To stop any seawater coming in. So you couldn't use the method you told me of passing a thread through a crack around the closed door, either.
Ryunosuke:
(...I seem to know a lot of tricks for opening doors. I'm starting to see why they suspect me...)
Sign
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, they're displayed in this cabin too, look. The SS Burya's 'Rules of Passage'. 'Passengers must not keep weapons or other dangerous objects in their cabins. Pets are also strictly forbidden.'
Susato:
I suppose Miss Pavlova realised that she needed to keep the contents of her case a secret after she read this. Her special 'friend', I mean.
Ryunosuke:
I wonder where her friend has disappeared to now. It's probably having fun exploring the ship, I imagine.
Susato:
I just hope Seaman Strogenov doesn't find it and throw it overboard.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes...so do I.
Shelf
Ryunosuke:
All the books have toppled over together, look. Every single one.
Susato:
Do you think that's a god of the sea, perhaps? He's toppled too, though.
Ryunosuke:
It's exactly the same as the bookcase next door. In Kazuma's cabin.
Susato:
Perhaps... Perhaps Miss Pavlova was practising a difficult ballet pose and fell against the bookcase?
Ryunosuke:
I don't know... Would she really be practising ballet on the same night she ran away from her ballet company?
Susato:
Alright then... ...it must have been you. You lost your temper and knocked them all over in a fit of rage?
Ryunosuke:
...Not everything bad that happens on this ship is because of me, you know.
Susato:
Well anyway. I'll set them all straight again in here, too. I don't like seeing things in disarray.
Shelf (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
All the books provided for passengers occupying this cabin, now neatly arranged on the shelf.
Susato:
Yes, it's very unthinking to dance around inside the cabins.
Ryunosuke:
Tell that to Miss Pavlova, not me!
Susato:
Well anyway, I feel much better now they're neatly lined up. I can't relax when things are untidy.
Wardrobe
Susato:
Naruhodo-san! Are you there?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? I'm right here, yes. Why?
Susato:
Oh, good. I thought you might have climbed into the wardrobe when I wasn't looking. There's no place like home.
Ryunosuke:
...Believe me, I don't have some strange compulsion to jump inside every wardrobe I see, you know.
Susato:
Well anyway, I'm not sure anyone could fit inside this one. It's full of beautiful outfits. I suppose they're all stage costumes.
Ryunosuke:
Hm... I was rather hoping we might find Miss Pavlova's 'friend' hiding in there, but no such luck.
Vent
Ryunosuke:
So this ventilator connects to Kazuma's cabin next door.
Susato:
Yes. Although what a fool a shipbuilder must be to open a ventilator into another room.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Maybe... ...it's so that if there's a gas leak next door, the occupant of this cabin would notice and raise the alarm!
Susato:
Or...the occupants of both cabins would die of gas poisoning.
Ryunosuke:
Hm...that is a possibility. (Anyway, last night, Kazuma wrote that he saw a 'speckled band' coming out of this ventilator.)
Susato:
.........
Bell cord
Ryunosuke:
There's one of these next to the bed in Kazuma's cabin, too.
Susato:
Yes, it's a bell cord. ...I can't resist!
Ryunosuke:
(She barely hesitated there. And she gave it a good tug, too!)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
No, I didn't actually expect anyone to come...
Ryunosuke:
We don't want them to! We're trying to investigate in secret!
Suitcase
Susato:
Oh my! Miss Pavlova's case is open!
Ryunosuke:
...It's completely empty inside. But according to the great detective's 'great deduction'... ...she was hiding her special friend in there.
Susato:
Yes. A friend that she had to keep secret.
Ryunosuke:
Because you're not allowed to bring animals aboard the SS Burya. (I wonder what kind of animal she had in there. And more to the point... ...where is it now?!)
Desk
Ryunosuke:
There are just a few books on the desk. Nothing else, by the looks of it.
Susato:
Well, Miss Pavlova only ran away from the ballet last night. She's hardly occupied this cabin for any time at all.
Ryunosuke:
That's true. I wonder what kind of books she likes to read...
Susato:
Hm, let me see... Yes... Yes, I see... It would seem that Miss Pavlova enjoys reading... ...books written in Russian.
Ryunosuke:
Thanks. I think I probably already knew that.
Susato:
It's rude to ask too much of people, Naruhodo-san. Kindly remember that!
Wastebasket
Susato:
I suppose every cabin has a wastepaper basket.
Ryunosuke:
Should we have a little look and see what's been thrown away?
Susato:
Naruhodo-san! It's poor etiquette to go sifting through someone's rubbish, you know.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, those eyes... She's looking at me like I'm a piece of rubbish now.)
Susato:
However...these are special circumstances, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! We have no choice! ......... (There's hardly anything in here at all.)
Susato:
Oh... Well, that's a little disappointing.
Plate
Susato:
I wonder what this little saucer is doing on the floor...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it doesn't look like it's been dropped... More like it was put there deliberately.
Susato:
Ah! Do you think...? Do you think there could be a leak in the roof just above here?
Ryunosuke:
What? A leak?!
Susato:
Is this ship quite safe?
Ryunosuke:
I'm, I'm sure that even if there's a little leak in the roof, it doesn't mean the whole ship is going to sink.
Susato:
No... No, you're right. Of course you're right!
Ryunosuke:
(She's really trying to persuade herself, isn't she?)
Teapot
Susato:
...It would seem this teapot is empty.
Ryunosuke:
Hm... So the natural conclusion is that the Russians are a very thirsty people.
Susato:
Or...because Miss Pavlova only came into this cabin last night, she hasn't had the chance to make any tea yet? ...I mean, it could be either.
Ryunosuke:
......... It's definitely that they're excessively thirsty. I'd lay a thousand to one on it!
Susato:
...You're rather obstinate, aren't you, Naruhodo-san?
After examining shelf, vent, suitcase in Nikolina Pavlova's cabin and Herlock Sholmes in passageway:
Ding-aling-aling-aling-aling-aling-aling...
Susato:
Agh! What's that?!
Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir! Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!
Shut down the engines immediately! Vessel sighted a quarter mile fore! Full stop! Hard to starboard! All hands, brace for impact!
Ryunosuke:
What the...?
Susato:
I think we're about to crash into another ship...
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?!
Susato:
I, I can't stand...
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san! Hold on to me! WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san! Are you alright? Are you injured at all?
Susato:
I, I think I'm fine. Thank you, Naruhodo-san.
Ryunosuke:
It looks like we avoided a collision...
Susato:
I think...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the ship has come to a stop.
Susato:
Oh my goodness, what about you, Naruhodo-san? Are you hurt?
Ryunosuke:
No...I'm fine.
???:
Hello! Is anybody in there? Shout if you need assistance!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, that sounds like...
Susato:
...Inspector Hosonaga.
Hosonaga:
Is that you in there, Naruhodo-san? Unbolt the door! Quickly!
Ryunosuke:
What? The bolt...?
Susato:
Look at that!
Ryunosuke:
The door's bolted! Did you do that, Susato-san?
Susato:
No! I didn't touch it.
Ryunosuke:
Well that's strange. How did...? (And look at all the books. They're just like they were before again.)
Susato:
Naruhodo-san, aren't you going to open the door and let the inspector in?
Ryunosuke:
(I'd better tidy this place up first...)
Our violent emergency stop had solved one mystery at least, in a very vivid way. But I knew that what awaited us on the other side of the cabin door would not be pleasant. I hurried around tidying up the cabin with a new sense of foreboding in my heart...
To be continued...
9th January
SS Burya, Miss Pavlova's Cabin
Somehow, the door to the cabin we were in ended up bolted after we made an emergency stop. Susato-san took a deep breath, then gently slid back the bolt...
Strogenov:
You! What are you doing in Miss Pavlova's quarters?!
Hosonaga:
Ah, you both look unhurt. Good.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we're fine, thank you. What on earth happened? We heard something about how we were going to collide with another ship!
Hosonaga:
Yes. It appears to have been a false report, though.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, how did that happen?
Hosonaga:
There's a dense fog outside, so it's extremely difficult to see. Someone must have thought he saw a ship ahead. This person obviously triggered the alarm and that's why we made an emergency stop.
Strogenov:
Everything is chaos! Passengers are screaming! Crew are running everywhere!
Hosonaga:
This first-class area is the only quiet part of the ship at the moment.
Susato:
Oh, I see.
Ryunosuke:
(Someone triggered the alarm? Does that mean...? ...that someone pressed that button outside?)
Pavlova:
AAAAAAGH!!! You...you wicked intruder! Dressed all in black! You are the devil!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Me? (I've been called a lot of things before, but 'devil' is a first.)
Pavlova:
You opened my travelling case! How could you?!
Ryunosuke:
What? No no! We didn't touch it!
Susato:
That's right, Miss Pavlova. It was already open when we came into your cabin.
Pavlova:
Inspector!
Hosonaga:
Um...yes?
Pavlova:
Arrest this man! I know he did it! He is a criminal! Is it not enough that he has killed a man?!
Strogenov:
Da! And he is stowaway as well! If vixen promises not to steal chicken, do you believe?!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Pavlova:
Take him away! He is a trespasser as well as everything else!
Strogenov:
Stowing away, trespassing, killing! She is right! You are devil!
Ryunosuke:
(It doesn't look good, does it?)
Strogenov:
There is cell below deck. Throw him in! Tomorrow we dock in Hong Kong. Then we give you straight to police!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! A cell...?
Susato:
Please, Inspector Hosonaga! Is there nothing you can do?
Hosonaga:
This is a Russian vessel. I really have no jurisdiction here. After my last effort to appeal to the captain's good nature, I think I'm out of options.
Susato:
This is terrible...
Ryunosuke:
(This is a real crisis. I've got to find a solution! Immediately!)
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Leads to:
"What the...?"
Nikolina Pavlova
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova, can I-
Pavlova:
Get out.
Ryunosuke:
Listen, I'm sorry that we snuck in here without your permission, but-
Pavlova:
Get out now.
Ryunosuke:
We just needed to investigate in here to help understand what happened to-
Pavlova:
Дo ѐҐؐԐАݐؑ!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, it's no use. She's not going to listen. I need to find someone who will...)
Bif Strogenov
Ryunosuke:
Please! Just give me a little more time!
Strogenov:
I do nothing for you! ...Except show you way to ship's prison cell!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, thanks, but no thanks.) But I'm innocent! I didn't kill anyone!
Strogenov:
And trespassing? And stowing away?
Ryunosuke:
Well, um...you know...sometimes life can lead you down some unusual avenues, and, well...
Strogenov:
Enough! You are guilty! Ship's cell is only place fit for you!
Ryunosuke:
(Come on, there has to be someone... Some saviour to rescue me from this crisis!)
Satoru Hosonaga
Hosonaga:
You've got yourself into a difficult situation here. By entering this cabin uninvited, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry. I, I was just so desperate to find a clue...
Hosonaga:
I'm afraid there's really nothing more I can do to help you. If I push my luck any further, a punch to the face will be the least of my worries.
Ryunosuke:
I'm really sorry...
Hosonaga:
I have to take responsibility for giving you the freedom to investigate Miss Pavlova's cabin. Now this has happened, I'll have to report to the captain at once.
Ryunosuke:
(I really need some help here. I need a saviour to rescue me from this crisis!)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
I just need to keep calm and focus on the task at hand. Which is investigating.
Pavlova:
Don't touch my things!
Strogenov:
You want me to show you where crawfish hibernates?!
Susato:
Haiiiiii-YA!
Mr Naruhodo! What do you think you're doing?
Ryunosuke:
(Wow, everyone's attacking me! And I was just starting to think she was my friend... Isn't there anyone who can help me out of this mess?)
Ryunosuke:
What the...? What are you doing up there...? ...MR SHOLMES?!
Sholmes:
Naturally, I was analysing what a weight of twenty thousand roubles feels like on one's head. Have I not told you that as a detective, it is my business to know what other people do not? This isn't mere tomfoolery, my boy! Oh no no!
Ryunosuke:
Um, well...why were you hanging from that hook before then?
Sholmes:
Isn't it obvious? To properly assess the weight of the twenty thousand roubles, naturally. I wished to determine if it would bend that conceited-looking hook on the wall, so full of brag and bounce!
Ryunosuke:
(Agh, I never know whether to take this man seriously or not!)
Hosonaga:
Ah, you again! The 'great detective'!
Sholmes:
Ah, Inspector! I confess I've been looking for you. I have something to report to you most urgently.
Hosonaga:
Well, you might try looking for me somewhere other than a hook on the wall next time.
Strogenov:
What is to report? Speak!
Sholmes:
An urgent report from a great detective can mean but one thing... Yes... The case of the curious murder that took place last night, here on this vessel, the Steamship Burya... ...has been solved! By me, naturally.
Pavlova:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Susato:
Really?!
Sholmes:
Yes, I have eliminated all other possibilities. No other explanations exist! So, allow me to illuminate all your minds! For I am about to reveal my great detective's greatly admired great deduction to the case!
Strogenov:
Hah! You have solved it? Even hedgehog understands this case! We all knew who was responsible for killing student boy this morning, when we found kriminal in wardrobe! It is this stowaway! And he has handcuffs to prove it!
Ryunosuke:
I didn't do it!
Hosonaga:
The trouble is, there doesn't appear to be anyone else who could have killed the victim. Because, as everyone knows, the cabin door was bolted shut from the inside. That means the culprit must be someone who was inside the cabin.
Susato:
Yes, it's what's called a locked room mystery in detective stories.
Strogenov:
Da! Locked room! That is point!
Pavlova:
The room...was locked...
Ryunosuke:
(Well I can't deny that. There's no way the bolt could have been drawn across from outside the cabin.)
Sholmes:
You are all quite mistaken. The cabin next door is not a so-called 'locked room' at all.
Susato:
What?
Sholmes:
Oh yes. There is another entrance. An entrance used last night by the culprit in order to gain access to the cabin despite the bolted door.
Hosonaga:
What other entrance? We never discovered one!
Sholmes:
Why, it gapes open-mouthed at you even as we speak! ...The ventilator, man!
Hosonaga:
The ventilator?
Strogenov:
Gah ha ha ha hah! You think this is funny?! I cannot even put my arm through that hole!
Ryunosuke:
(That's...because your arms are as thick as tree trunks.)
Hosonaga:
You're suggesting that the culprit entered and left the victim's cabin through that tiny opening? It's not possible!
Sholmes:
Ah, but it is. And last night, the victim even witnessed the intruder in the act of passing through the ventilator.
Pavlova:
.........
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, do you mean...? Are you referring to the words Kazuma-sama wrote in his diary? '1:23 a.m. - I can hear a faint whistling sound. 1:35 a.m. - What looks like some sort of speckled band is dangling from the ventilator grille.'
Sholmes:
Precisely, my dear madam.
Hosonaga:
But what does it mean? What is this 'speckled band'?
Sholmes:
The answer to that particular conundrum... is in this very cabin.
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Sholmes? What are you doing?
Sholmes:
There is a distinct element of danger. But fear not; I am ready! What I am about to expose for you all to see will shock you to your cores! Behold!
KYAAAAAAGH!AAAAAAGH! Wha-What the...?
Strogenov:
.........
Sholmes:
Allow me to introduce you all... ...to the band! The speckled band!
Ryunosuke:
A snake?!
Sholmes:
Indubitably.
Pavlova:
.........
Hosonaga:
.........
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Erm, Mr Sholmes... Just...one thing...
Sholmes:
Pray, what troubles you?
Ryunosuke:
Well, that snake...isn't really 'speckled', is it? It looks more...stripy...wouldn't you say?
Sholmes:
Hm?
Susato:
Yes, you're right. I think in this case, you'd have to call it... ...the striped band...wouldn't you?
Sholmes:
......... Heh heh heh... You both see, and observe. With distinction! However... ...do you not think that is precisely the trap into which the culprit wishes you to fall?
Susato:
Oh my goodness, really? It's, it's a trap?!
Ryunosuke:
(How exactly...?)
Sholmes:
I think perhaps it is time I explained the intricacies of my train of thought. Are you ready...Miss Pavlova?
Pavlova:
I'm sorry for the young man who died. But that is all. His death is nothing to do with me! This whole thing is nothing to do with me!
Sholmes:
There are two conclusions I have drawn from the facts. Number one... Last night, your 'friend' infiltrated the victim's cabin!
Pavlova:
Ah...
Sholmes:
And number two... That same friend was responsible for the victim losing his life!
Pavlova:
No...
Ryunosuke:
(She's turned as white as a bowl of rice again... Sholmes must be right! He's hit the nail on the head!)
Hosonaga:
This young woman's 'friend'...? Killed Mr Asogi...?
Strogenov:
.........! .........? .........!
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like he can't speak with that snake coiled around his head.)
Sholmes:
I would advise as little moment as possible, Seaman. You wouldn't want the fangs of that long friend in your neck. So, everyone...let us begin! Herlock Sholmes is proud to present...his 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
The Great DeductionThe game is afoot!
Topic 1
Intruder's Identity
Sholmes:
Miss Pavlova, moments ago you claimed the following: 'His death is nothing to do with me! This whole thing is nothing to do with me!' Yet you cannot deceive yourself! Yes, when you recall those horrid events, your aching heart smarts with pain! And it is that very pain...that evidences your inextricable link to the victim's death. So, we ask...what was the nature of this intruder that stole into the victim's cabin on that portentous night. Why naturally, it was the 'friend' with which you boarded this vessel, was it not? Ah... As I suspected... Another telltale glance. Without doubt, your 'friend' is the writhing serpent we see before us! And yet...that fact leaves us in a quandary. The victim's written observations on the night in question tell of 'a speckled band'. Whereas regrettably... ...this specimen's markings do not fit that description in any way. What explanation can we then give, pray? What was this sight that fell upon the victim's eyes last night?
Pavlova:
No! Don't look at me! This has nothing to do with any of this!
Sholmes:
Oh but it does! You have the answer to this quandary even now...hidden behind your back. Yes! That which you are trying - but failing - to conceal, can only be the snake's sloughed skin! Evidently, after the subtle and horrible crime, this most deadly friend of yours... ...shed its original skin. No?
Pavlova:
I, I don't know what you are talking about!
Sholmes:
Last night, through the ventilator visible in this cabin, your then speckled friend slithered next door. Using the bell cord on the other side as a bridge, the serpent silently descended into the victim's quarters. In the dim light, it appeared to the young gentleman who was about to lose his life as a speckled band.
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
In summary, the nature of this 'friend' of yours, which last night infiltrated the scene of the crime... ...is a rare breed of snake whose markings change each time it sloughs its skin! A snake so dreadful, we can only imagine it would be found in the deepest depths of India.
Topic 1
Intruder's Identity
Conclusion
A beloved speckled snake
Topic 2
How Mr Asogi Died
Sholmes:
Moving on...we come to the heart of the matter. The grim demise of the victim. How did this young man lose his life? And why?
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
According to the data of which I have been apprised, it would appear there were no visible signs of injury.
Pavlova:
Ah!
Sholmes:
In fact, the circumstances of the victim's death can only be explained by a terrible venom! Now, if we take that as fact... ...we can reasonably imagine that there remains evidence to affirm it at the scene of the crime.
Pavlova:
Oh no! Could there be...?
Sholmes:
Yes! An examination of the deceased's body will prove the cause of death conclusively! The almost - but not quite - imperceptible puncture wounds left by the venomous fangs will seal the truth. Yes, the vestiges of the snakebite delivered by your terrifying friend.
Pavlova:
This, this makes no sense!
Sholmes:
There is no point feigning ignorance, Miss Pavlova. ...After the incident, you endeavoured to hide everything, didn't you? But now your involuntary glance betrays the hiding place you chose. That's right. You hid the evidence that links you to the victim's death in that travelling case! When we first met in this cabin, it came to my attention that your case moved periodically. Your serpent assassin was restless inside, no doubt.
Pavlova:
You, you don't...
Sholmes:
It is telling that the victim made note of a low whistling sound that he heard minutes before his end. That was your signal, was it not? The sound you had used to train your serpent friend.
Pavlova:
To...train...?
Sholmes:
Indeed, you'd put the serpent through this ventilator and wait. After a period, you'd summon it back with a whistle. You couldn't know if the animal had done its duty, so you would listen for signs of life next door. If the victim appeared not to have been dispatched, you'd release the snake once more. Do you deny this snake has undergone such training?
Pavlova:
It's not true!
Sholmes:
Having slithered through the ventilator and down the bell cord, the creature needed only to sink its fangs in once... ...and its venom would course through the victim's veins, ending his existence forever. That is the true nature of the speckled band that took the poor young man's life! There can be no doubt! My logic is infallible!
Topic 2
How Mr Asogi Died
Conclusion
Death by a venomous snake's bite
Sholmes:
Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction of the speckled band!
.........
Sholmes:
Miss Pavlova has trained her pet snake as a killing machine. There on the floor, you will observe a saucer of milk. The promise of food is the key to training any creature.
Ryunosuke:
In-Incredible! You've solved the mystery!
Hosonaga:
Amazing! Your great deduction really lives up to its name! I see now why Herlock Sholmes has become such a household name!
Sholmes:
My dear man... It was nothing remarkable. As the Russians say, 'I could have done it with one left hand.'
Susato:
......... Um... Could I venture an opinion, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
But of course. What's on your mind?
Susato:
It's just, about your deductions before... Some things don't quite make sense to me.
Sholmes:
I welcome questions as to my method. And will answer both loudly and proudly!
Susato:
Oh. Well, good. First of all... ...snakes are egg-laying creatures. Part of the reptile family.
Sholmes:
You are well informed, madam.
Susato:
And reptiles, um...don't drink milk.
Sholmes:
Ah.
Susato:
It's really only mammals that like to drink milk, you see. So...I'm not sure it would be possible to train a snake using milk as a reward.
Sholmes:
No matter! No doubt Miss Pavlova used some other treat to encourage her pet to do her bidding. Milk was merely an example. The logic holds.
Susato:
Well, there is something else. Snakes have no ears.
Sholmes:
Ah.
Susato:
Yes, so I'm not sure it would really be possible to signal to a snake by whistling...
Sholmes:
But madam! What of the tales from Arabia? Have you not heard of the snakes that dance to the sounds of a flute?
Susato:
I think perhaps the performers play their music in time with the snakes' natural movements...
Sholmes:
Oh. I see. No hands, no feet, no EARS?! These creatures are so inept as to be practically useless!
Ryunosuke:
Don't take it out on the snakes, Mr Sholmes!
Susato:
Um...there is one other thing....
Sholmes:
You have more?!
Susato:
Snakes use the scales on their bellies to propel themselves. So...I'm not really sure that a snake could manage to climb up a flat bell cord like the ones in these cabins.
Sholmes:
Then it should try harder!
Susato:
Please, don't be angry with me, Mr Sholmes. The point is... ...even if the snake had gone through the ventilator to the next-door cabin, it couldn't have come back without help. What I'm trying to say... ...is that there are a number of reasons why it's difficult to imagine the snake could have had a part in this.
Sholmes:
.........
Hosonaga:
.........
Pavlova:
.........
Susato:
I think... ...we need to step in and help again, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, you don't mean...?
Susato:
Yes. We need to modify Mr Sholmes's latest deductions, and turn them into the great ones they ought to be!
Ryunosuke:
(I had a feeling that was coming.) Alright...let's give it a try!
Sholmes:
Just what I was waiting for, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes... Right!
Sholmes:
So, cast your eyes down to your wrists again.
Ryunosuke:
What? You've done it again!
Susato:
Your handcuffs are gone!
Hosonaga:
Where did they go?!
Sholmes:
Fear not. I shall see they're restored after our work is done.
Ryunosuke:
(I really wish you'd leave them off...)
Sholmes:
Now, everyone...let us begin! Herlock Sholmes is proud to present...his 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
Course CorrectionHold it, Mr Sholmes!
Topic 1
Intruder's Identity
Conclusion
A beloved speckled snake
Sholmes:
Miss Pavlova, moments ago you claimed the following: 'His death is nothing to do with me! This whole thing is nothing to do with me!' Yet you cannot deceive yourself! Yes, when you recall those horrid events, your aching heart smarts with pain! 
Ryunosuke:
She does have a pained expression on her face.
Susato:
Yes, that's true. She looks as though Kazuma-sama's death is weighing heavily on her mind.
Ryunosuke:
But you're not sure Mr Sholmes has read her quite correctly, is that it? (Could there be some other way to interpret her expression, then?)
Susato:
Let's take a moment... ...and really look very closely at Miss Pavlova.
Examine aching heart
Ryunosuke:
She really does look troubled.
Susato:
Yes, it's hard to believe she's putting that expression on to fool us.
Ryunosuke:
But if you look closely... ...it's almost like she's actually staring at something.
Susato:
At what, do you think?
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps something's physically causing her pain. We should have a closer look...)
Examine right ear
Susato:
She has such petite ears among that beautiful hair. Like little pink shells.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, what's that? There's something attached to her ear.
Susato:
Ah... I expect that's what's called an 'earring'. It's a little piece of jewellery.
Ryunosuke:
An 'earring', is it? It really is tiny.
Susato:
Perhaps part of it is missing. Maybe it broke off. So now all that's left is the clasp part that attaches to the ear.
Ryunosuke:
(If that's the case... ...she doesn't appear to have noticed that it's broken.)
Examine left ear
Susato:
She has such petite ears among that beautiful hair. Like little pink shells.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, what's that? There's something dangling down from her ear.
Susato:
Ah, that's an 'earring'. The crescent moon part looks as though it's made from wood. It's charming, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Women do seem to love adornments like that. In their hair, around their necks, on their fingers... And even hanging from their ears, it seems!
Susato:
Well, jewellery is beautiful, Naruhodo-san.
Examine claw scratch
Susato:
Oh, Naruhodo-san, look! That looks like a very painful wound.
Ryunosuke:
It looks like a scratch made by some kind of small animal. (And fairly recently, too.)
Susato:
Well, whatever scratched her doesn't appear to be around here.
Present claw scratch
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, when you recall those horrid events, that claw scratch smarts with pain!"
Present aching heart
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma - Mr Asogi - was my best friend. So I know what an aching heart feels like, believe me. We all know what it feels like! The world has an aching heart for loved ones lost!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Yes, when you recall those horrid events, your aching heart smarts with pain!"
Present right ear or left ear
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Despite being in the neighbouring cabin, you failed to notice what was happening to Mr Asogi next door. And for that, you can't forgive yourself, can you? ...A feeling I understand all too well. The guilt is bad enough, but Mr Sholmes's accusatory words add salt to the wound and hurt your ears!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, when you recall those horrid events, your aching heart smarts with pain!"
Yes, when you recall those horrid events, your aching heart smarts with pain! 
Susato:
If that expression on her face is to be believed...
Ryunosuke:
...She really is feeling genuine pain. (But what's really the cause of it...?)
Susato:
Let's have another good look at her, and see if we can make sense of it.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, when you recall those horrid events, that claw scratch smarts with pain!
Sholmes:
Indeed! And simple observation reveals...that the wound is fresh.
Pavlova:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova, did you in fact receive that scratch... ...sometime last night?
Pavlova:
Ah! ......... When I think about the young man who died next door, I feel so sad. And when I am sad...the pain from this wound is worse.
Sholmes:
And it is that very pain...that evidences your inextricable link to the victim's death. So, we ask...what was the nature of this intruder that stole into the victim's cabin on that portentous night. Why naturally, it was the 'friend' with which you boarded this vessel, was it not? Ah... As I suspected... Another telltale glance. Without doubt, your 'friend' is the writhing serpent we see before us!
Ryunosuke:
It seems likely that the scratch mark on the back of Miss Pavlova's hand... ...was made by this 'friend' of hers, doesn't it? Except... ...snakes don't have claws, do they?
Susato:
No, they don't. They don't even have hands or feet on which claws might grow.
Ryunosuke:
Well then... ...if that snake isn't her pet, what is? What's the true identity of this friend of hers?
Susato:
We should follow her gaze, Naruhodo-san. That's where we'll find the answer!
Examine writhing serpent
Ryunosuke:
The more I look at this creature... ...the more its stripes stand out. It's a very impressive snake, isn't it?
Susato:
Oh yes, it really is. And it seems to be doing its best to squeeze this poor sailor's head until it bursts.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's a terrifying sight. ...And slightly heart-warming at the same time. (Anyway, it would probably be a good idea not to get too close.)
Examine Seaman Strogenov
Ryunosuke:
There's no doubt, is there? She looked in this direction... ...straight at Seaman Strogenov!
Susato:
Well, they do seem to be friends of sorts... But I can't imagine how he could possibly fit through that ventilator.
Ryunosuke:
Don't forget that I managed to fit inside Kazuma's trunk when we first boarded this ship!
Susato:
......... I would ask what that proves, but... ...I think an equivocal little smile would be more effective.
Examine teapot
Ryunosuke:
I have a feeling... ...that it was this teapot that Miss Pavlova's eyes flickered over to before.
Susato:
...You think this is the friend she's been talking about?
Ryunosuke:
Well, we're all different, aren't we? Whatever we might say about it, if that's the way she feels...
Susato:
I don't think I'll say anything about it, then. You and the teapot can discuss it instead.
Ryunosuke:
(Wait, that's not what I meant!)
Examine photograph frame
Ryunosuke:
Ah, look at the photograph in this frame. (This must be something Miss Pavlova brought with her when she ran away.)
Susato:
She is exceptionally beautiful, isn't she?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's true. But personally... ...it's the little black creature she's holding that's caught my eye. (Maybe we'd better take a closer look at this...)
Examine Miss Pavlova
Ryunosuke:
That must be a stage costume she's wearing.
Susato:
It's quite stunning. I should like to have something like that.
Ryunosuke:
And she's wearing the twenty thousand roubles on her head as well, look.
Susato:
It's called a tiara, Naruhodo-san. And you shouldn't think of it purely in terms of its value.
Ryunosuke:
(She must be a strong-willed woman. To turn her back on the world stage and run away all on her own...)
Examine little kitten
Ryunosuke:
Look at the little cat Miss Pavlova is cuddling here.
Susato:
Oh, what a cute little kitten! It could vie with you, couldn't it, Naruhodo-san? For the blackest outfit!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, a black kitten... And from the look of this picture at least, Miss Pavlova seems very attached to it.)
Examine photograph frame, then present little kitten
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Without doubt, your 'friend' is the little kitten we see before us!"
Present writhing serpent
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
With its deadly venom, this snake must be a tricky creature to befriend. But as a ballet dancer, you can't resist its graceful movement! Yes, you hope to learn the secrets of its slithery ways, and add a serpentine slant to your performances!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Without doubt, your 'friend' is the writhing serpent we see before us!"
Present Seaman Strogenov
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Forget about how you could have brought him aboard in your case, or how he could fit through the ventilator. A true friend always finds a way for you! And what more dependable friend could you ask for... than Seaman Bif Strogenov?!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Without doubt, your 'friend' is the writhing serpent we see before us!"
Present teapot
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know what you're thinking. 'What is this man talking about?' Well, I'll tell you what I'm talking about! The truth! Yes, who could you have a more cosy relationship with... ...than a shiny teapot?!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Without doubt, your 'friend' is the writhing serpent we see before us!"
Present photograph frame
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You were looking over at this framed photographic print, weren't you, Miss Pavlova? But let's not be distracted by the print itself. Oh no... It's the frame that is your friend, isn't it? Because it so beautifully displays whatever you put inside it!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Without doubt, your 'friend' is the writhing serpent we see before us!"
Examine photograph frame, then present Miss Pavlova
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Considering the fact that you ran away from your homeland on your own... ...you have no friends at the moment. Except yourself. ...I mean! It's, it's not my intention to make you feel bad...!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Without doubt, your 'friend' is the writhing serpent we see before us!"
Without doubt, your 'friend' is the writhing serpent we see before us!
Ryunosuke:
We can be reasonably sure that Miss Pavlova's furtive glance was aimed at her friend.
Susato:
And that same friend is probably responsible for the scratch on the back of her hand. We also know that whatever it is, this friend must be small enough to pass through the ventilator.
Ryunosuke:
That really ought to narrow it down. (Let me scout around again in the direction she looked.)
Ryunosuke:
Without doubt, your 'friend' is the little kitten we see before us!
Sholmes:
Yes! The scratch on the back of your hand makes that abundantly clear.
Pavlova:
Oh no...
Ryunosuke:
The whereabouts of this black kitten isn't clear. But what is clear... ...is that you brought the animal with you when you ran away, didn't you?
Pavlova:
AAAGH! ......... Darka is my best friend. I couldn't leave her behind.
Sholmes:
Hm, Darka would appear to be a Russian Blue. And yet...that fact leaves us in a quandary. The victim's written observations on the night in question tell of 'a speckled band'. Whereas regrettably... ...this specimen's markings do not fit that description in any way. What explanation can we then give, pray? What was this sight that fell upon the victim's eyes last night?
Pavlova:
No! Don't look at me! This has nothing to do with any of this!
Sholmes:
Oh but it does! You have the answer to this quandary even now...hidden behind your back. Yes! That which you are trying - but failing - to conceal, can only be the snake's sloughed skin!
Susato:
Did you see that? She just took something out of her pocket and hid it behind her back!
Ryunosuke:
If she'd just left it in her pocket, no one would ever have known.
Susato:
Oh yes, ploys like that are Mr Sholmes's speciality! He's ever so cleverly forced her to reveal something!
Ryunosuke:
(I thought deduction was his speciality. ...Or maybe making me believe that was a ploy, too.)
Susato:
Anyway... ...I find it hard to believe that's the skin of a snake.
Ryunosuke:
(In which case... ...just what is Miss Pavlova hiding behind her back?)
Examine snake's sloughed skin
Ryunosuke:
Well, it is speckled, and it is a band, but... What is it? (It seems to be soft and fluffy. A long piece of cloth of some sort. And that looks like a handle at one end.)
Susato:
I think it may be a cat's toy. This sort is common in the West, apparently.
Ryunosuke:
How is that a toy for cats?
Susato:
Cats like to chase the band around and paw at it. Kittens in particular love that sort of play. You only need to wave it in front of them, and they pounce to catch it.
Ryunosuke:
Haha, that sounds positively adorable.
Changes "snake's sloughed skin" to "cat's toy"
Present cat's toy
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes! The thing you are trying - but failing - to conceal, is, um...a cat's toy!"
Present snake's sloughed skin
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Personally, I find it hard to see how this could possibly be a snake's skin. But that's what make me think it is! When all else fails, say the least likely thing!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Yes! That which you are trying - but failing - to conceal, can only be the snake's sloughed skin!"
Present right ear or left ear
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You can try to distract us all you like, but I know what you were trying to hide: Your tiny ears! Don't give me that look of utter disbelief! I just notice people's ears. I can't help it!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes! That which you are trying - but failing - to conceal, can only be the snake's sloughed skin!"
Yes! That which you are trying - but failing - to conceal, can only be the snake's sloughed skin!
Ryunosuke:
What exactly is Miss Pavlova trying to hide, I wonder?
Susato:
I don't think there's any room for doubt.
Ryunosuke:
No, in a sense, there isn't. She's clearly concealing whatever it is behind her back.
Susato:
The question we need to ask is whether it really is the shed skin of a snake or not.
Ryunosuke:
(I should probably look at it in more detail...)
Ryunosuke:
Yes! The thing you are trying - but failing - to conceal, is, um...a cat's toy!
Sholmes:
Precisely! And the true nature of the now infamous speckled band!
Pavlova:
Ah!
Sholmes:
And it was this toy that you dangled through the ventilator. You waved it around, I presume? Naturally, the victim could not fail to notice it.
Ryunosuke:
But why? For what reason?
Sholmes:
My dear boy, there can be only one answer to that. After her feline friend disappeared through the ventilator into the neighbouring cabin... ...Miss Pavlova attempted to use the speckled cat's toy to incite the creature to return!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Sholmes:
In summary, the nature of this 'friend' of Miss Pavlova's, which last night infiltrated the scene of the crime... ...is a blithesome Russian Blue breed of cat by the name of Darka!
Pavlova:
KYAAAAAAGH!!!
Sholmes:
A truly troublesome feline, young Darka is proving to be. She must be caged once found. You will forgive us for borrowing the photograph of your pet, Miss Pavlova.
The photograph of Miss Pavlova and Darka has been entered into the Court Record.
Pavlova:
...It was after I gave her her food last night. That's when it happened. She scratched the back of my hand, and then ran up the bell cord. Before I could do anything, she had disappeared... through the ventilator. Darka... She is so naughty...
Topic 1
Intruder's Identity
Conclusion
A beloved speckled snake
A beloved kitten
Solved
Topic 2
How Mr Asogi Died
Conclusion
Death by a venomous snake's bite
Sholmes:
Moving on...we come to the heart of the matter. The grim demise of the victim. How did this young man lose his life? And why?
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
According to the data of which I have been apprised, it would appear there were no visible signs of injury.
Pavlova:
Ah!
Sholmes:
In fact, the circumstances of the victim's death can only be explained by a terrible venom!
Susato:
What Mr Sholmes says is true. There no signs of a wound anywhere on Kazuma-sama's body.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. But Mr Sholmes seems to be unaware of one very important detail. (Kazuma wasn't poisoned.)
Susato:
Yes, it would seem so. Let's give him the information he's missing now!
Present Post-Mortem Report
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"In fact, the circumstances of the victim's death can only be explained by the post-mortem report!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Incorrect evidence dialogue
In fact, the circumstances of the victim's death can only be explained by a terrible venom!
Susato:
We know that Kazuma-sama wasn't killed by poison.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but it seems that Mr Sholmes doesn't.
Susato:
We should show him the evidence we have that details the cause of death. Even a great detective needs facts to work with!
Ryunosuke:
In fact, the circumstances of the victim's death can only be explained by the post-mortem report!
Sholmes:
Ah, yes! I knew it was one or the other!
Pavlova:
...! His neck was...?
Sholmes:
Indeed. The breaking of the cervical vertebrae is fatal. Only that goliath would be strong enough to survive that!
Ryunosuke:
Seaman Strogenov isn't some immortal freak, you know...
Sholmes:
The jury is out. Anyway, we have on good authority that the victim's neck was broken. Now, if we take that as fact... ...we can reasonably imagine that there remains evidence to affirm it at the scene of the crime.
Pavlova:
Oh no! Could there be...?
Sholmes:
Yes! An examination of the deceased's body will prove the cause of death conclusively!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma died because his neck was broken. In other words, he was probably struck by something... or someone.
Susato:
Yes, that's a distinct possibility. As of yet, no weapon has been found, though.
Ryunosuke:
(Presumably Darka didn't silently creep up behind Kazuma and deal him a fatal blow...)
Susato:
I suppose... ...it's possible that he had a fall and hit the ground awkwardly. It could have been a terrible act of misfortune that he broke his neck completely by accident.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. (A bad fall could explain it...)
Susato:
It's rather hard to believe of Kazuma-sama, though. He wasn't a clumsy man.
Ryunosuke:
Hm... Well, we need to fix this deduction somehow. Is there anything from the scene that could explain what happened?
Present Mark on Floor
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes! An examination of the mark on the floor will prove the cause of death conclusively!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Yes! An examination of the deceased's body will prove the cause of death conclusively!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma died because of a broken neck. Either he was struck by something...or he fell badly and it happened by accident.
Susato:
There was something we found in his cabin that puzzled us, if you remember? A strange mark. It should be among the other evidence we've gathered.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, let me look through the evidence again for the strange mark Susato-san's talking about.) Could that mark explain what happened...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! An examination of the mark on the floor will prove the cause of death conclusively!
Sholmes:
This particular mark, so prominently visible next to the victim's body, is a deposit of shoe polish.
Pavlova:
Shoe polish?
Sholmes:
Indeed. Positively identified by a little analysis device I constructed, which I carry now as a matter of course. Beeswax, tallow and dye were my results. The undeniable ingredients of shoe polish.
Ryunosuke:
And the colour of the polish is a perfect match to the colour of Mr Asogi's laced leather shoes.
Pavlova:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Looking at this mark, it's not hard to imagine what happened. For some reason... ...Mr Asogi must have caught his foot at that point on the floor and tripped.
Pavlova:
Please no...
Sholmes:
And, by a dreadful turn of misfortune, caught his neck against some immovable object as he fell to the floor. Suffering a fatal blow to the spine, the victim's vertebrae shattered, and in that instant...he lost his life.
Pavlova:
NOOOOOOOOO!!! ......... I don't know... I don't know anything about this!
Ryunosuke:
Is that really true, Miss Pavlova?
Pavlova:
...!
Ryunosuke:
What about the evidence left at the scene where Mr Asogi lost his life?
Sholmes:
Yes, the facts are as clear as day to me! You did all you could to conceal the incriminating evidence. But now your involuntary glance betrays the hiding place you chose. That's right. You hid the evidence that links you to the victim's death in that travelling case!
Susato:
I, I don't believe it! Kazuma-sama merely tripped over and...and now he's no more? It can't be true! I refuse to accept it!
Ryunosuke:
I know it's hard to believe, but the mark on the floor does seem to suggest that's what happened.
Susato:
But...
Ryunosuke:
And if this part of Mr Sholmes's deduction is right... ...Miss Pavlova is trying to hide some evidence that would prove it. Here in this cabin...somewhere in the direction that she just cast her eyes.
Susato:
Where, I wonder?
Ryunosuke:
Let's have a good look around. The answer must be here somewhere!
Examine travelling case
Ryunosuke:
This is where Miss Pavlova hid her friend.
Susato:
That's right. And it wasn't a snake, after all.
Ryunosuke:
No, it was that little kitten she calls Darka. Not that it's anywhere to be seen now. It seems to have let itself out of the case and gone exploring.
Susato:
I expect it's wrapped itself around someone's head somewhere, trying to make a new friend.
Ryunosuke:
Either that or it's scratching their hand to pieces. (The point is, where has it got to?)
Examine wastepaper basket
Susato:
This is a wastepaper basket. Perhaps all the first-class cabins have them.
Ryunosuke:
But Miss Pavlova only started occupying this cabin late last night. Presumably there's not much rubbish in there yet. Oh, what's that...?
Susato:
It's a broken piece of glass, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, it is. And I feel like I've seen it somewhere before...)
Susato:
...If it looks familiar, perhaps it's more than your mind simply playing tricks on you.
Examine tiara
Ryunosuke:
Ah, somebody appears to have dropped twenty thousand roubles here!
Susato:
It hasn't been dropped, Naruhodo-san. It's been placed.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm starting to sound like Mr Sholmes...)
Susato:
Stop trying to sound like the great detective!
Present wastepaper basket (after examining it)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"That's right. You hid the evidence that links you to the victim's death in that wastepaper basket!"
Present wastepaper basket (before examining it)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure this wastepaper basket is hiding something! Perhaps I should have examined it more thoroughly. Regardless! I'm just going to throw caution to the wind and say, 'this is it!'
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"That's right. You hid the evidence that links you to the victim's death in that travelling case!"
Present travelling case
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I know this case is innocent here. But I can't help feeling that it's caused us rather a lot of headaches today. So I'm going to accuse it anyway!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"That's right. You hid the evidence that links you to the victim's death in that travelling case!"
Present tiara
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You tried to hide the evidence in plain sight, didn't you? It's this tiara! Oh, don't give me that wide-eyed, incredulous stare! I know the truth! That twenty thousand roubles is enough to make anyone lose their head...
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"That's right. You hid the evidence that links you to the victim's death in that travelling case!"
That's right. You hid the evidence that links you to the victim's death in that travelling case!
Susato:
I still can't bring myself to believe it. It just seems so unlike Kazuma-sama to stumble carelessly and then...fall to his death.
Ryunosuke:
I know it's hard to believe, but the mark on the floor does seem to suggest that's what happened.
Susato:
But...
Ryunosuke:
I have a feeling there's something here in this cabin that links Miss Pavlova to that mark. And I suspect we'll find it in the direction that she guiltily cast her eyes before!
Ryunosuke:
That's right. You hid the evidence that links you to the victim's death in that wastepaper basket!
Pavlova:
Ah!
Sholmes:
Here we have a fragment of some intricate glass object, it would seem. ...One that has a familiar air, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Precisely! We found another piece of broken glass on the floor in Mr Asogi's cabin. And, as you can see...the two pieces fit together perfectly!
Pavlova:
Oh no...
Sholmes:
So, Miss Pavlova, shall we consider what this tells us? Why would it be, that part of this glass object, which was evidently broken at the scene of the victim's death... ...should be found in the wastepaper basket in your cabin?
Pavlova:
KYAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Sholmes:
You're well acquainted with this glass bell, are you not?
Pavlova:
......... I... I don't...
Sholmes:
'I don't know' in that hushed Russian accent of yours won't save you this time, dear girl. ...Why? Because we have conclusive evidence linking you to the bell in question.
Pavlova:
What?!
Sholmes:
Take it away, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Erm... Yes... The evidence linking Miss Pavlova and the little glass bell... That would be... 
Present Pavlova & Darka Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"If you look at this photograph, you can clearly see..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I think... Yes! This is the evidence!
Sholmes:
Ahem! My dear fellow, that evidence... ...deserves one of Miss Pavlova's trademark dismissals, I would say. Would you do the honours, young lady?
Pavlova:
I...don't know...
Sholmes:
Perhaps you would care to propose some other piece of evidence. The answer is really quite simple. But then, there is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.
Leads back to:
"Erm... Yes..."
Ryunosuke:
If you look at this photograph, you can clearly see... ...hanging from Darka's collar... ...the very glass bell in question!
Pavlova:
I...
Sholmes:
The truth has caught up with you, Miss Pavlova. The young man who lost his life last night did so after a truly inauspicious fall.
Ryunosuke:
And the cause of that fateful stumble?
Your absent feline friend...Darka!
Pavlova:
......... ......... I couldn't... I couldn't tell anyone... ...I'm...sorry...
Topic 2
How Mr Asogi Died
Conclusion
Death by a venomous snake's bite
Death by tripping over a cat
Solved
Deduction CompleteElementary!
Ryunosuke:
Why don't you tell us now, Miss Pavlova? Tell us exactly what happened last night.
Pavlova:
......... It was...a little after one in the morning. It was so late, but I hadn't had time to feed Darka. So I gave her some food. And then, all of a sudden, she scratched me and jumped out of my hands.
Hosonaga:
People do say that cats become very anxious and nervous in new environments.
Pavlova:
She was so fast. She disappeared through the ventilator before I could stop her.
Sholmes:
And that is how you acquired the rather nasty wound on the back of your hand, I take it?
Pavlova:
Yes. And I had read the, um...rules on the wall. I knew that I was not allowed Darka with me.
Hosonaga:
Yes, modern science suggests that animals can carry infectious diseases. It's a precaution really.
Pavlova:
So I listened and listened, trying to hear if there was some noise in the next cabin. It was very quiet. I was sure, if someone was there, he must be sleeping.
Sholmes:
So at that point, you thought it safe to try to lure the kitten back again? By dangling the end of the toy through the ventilator and into the adjourning cabin.
Pavlova:
Darka always loves this toy. But it didn't work. Nothing worked. I tried using her favourite toy, I tried whistling to her softly, but nothing... She didn't return.
Ryunosuke:
(So the 'faint whistling' sound Kazuma wrote about in his diary was Miss Pavlova, trying to retrieve her pet...)
Sholmes:
Cats have a propensity to remain hidden in the shadows when frightened.
Pavlova:
Yes. So there was nothing else I could do. I just had to wait until she had calmed down. But then...
MIAOOOOOW!
*Thud*
Pavlova:
I, I nearly passed out with shock. I heard her cry out, and then... Oh, it was such a dreadful bang! Then afterwards, nothing. It was totally silent.
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma was...)
Hosonaga:
......... From the appearance of the brown mark on the floor... ...it seems likely that what you heard was the victim stepping on the glass bell and tripping up. The SS Burya is a large vessel, but even she can pitch and roll violently without warning. If Mr Asogi was already off balance as a result of the ship lurching when the kitten got under his feet... ...the combination of unfortunate factors could easily have caused him to fall over.
Susato:
.........
Hosonaga:
But what became of the kitten afterwards?
Pavlova:
......... In the end, I managed to get her to come back through the ventilator.
Sholmes:
Yet Darka is nowhere to be seen.
Pavlova:
I...must have forgotten to lock my case. And now she's disappeared again.
Sholmes:
Gracious, that cat is as insufferably restless as I am!
Ryunosuke:
(Well, he knows something about himself, at least...)
Pavlova:
When I woke this morning, I heard that a young man in the cabin next to mine had died. But I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone what had happened. I was too scared. Scared that they would send me back.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Hold on a minute... What about the snake?!
Hosonaga:
You're right! Where is it?!
Ryunosuke:
If the snake isn't your friend, Miss Pavlova, then whose is it, and where did it come from? What on earth is such a dangerous creature doing on board this ship?!
Strogenov:
Oh. I didn't say? Snake is my friend. His name is Pirozhko.
Sholmes:
Hm...?
Hosonaga:
Wha...?
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAT?!
Hosonaga:
That snake belongs to you?
Strogenov:
He escaped from cage when emergency alarm sounded. I was looking for him. I did not expect to find him in here!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, how did that snake get into this cabin?)
Hosonaga:
But... ...animals are not permitted on board!
Strogenov:
Hah! We are at sea for ONE YEAR! You want to be so long without close friend? Without someone who understands?!
Ryunosuke:
(...Couldn't you find someone a little more...human who understands you better?)
Sholmes:
But my dear burly fellow... ...a gargantuan venomous snake?! Surely you can appreciate the danger you're putting everyone in?
Strogenov:
No venom.
Sholmes:
Hm?
Strogenov:
Pirozhko does not have venom. He is harmless! Very long, but very gentle! He is adorable, like Granny!
Sholmes:
It's...venomless?
Strogenov:
Yes. Now he is hungry, so he is in bad mood. But once I feed him, you will see big smile!
Ryunosuke:
And...you feed him...what? Milk, I suppose?
Strogenov:
Hah! Like they say they milk chickens? ...Ridiculous! Snakes that drink milk are only in stupid stories! Pirozhko eats mouses! Big, fat, round mouses!
Ryunosuke:
Ah... Oh, so... ...is that what the mousetrap in the passageway out there is for?
Strogenov:
Of course. How else can I catch my friend's favourite food?!
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing says 'top of the food chain' like the look in their eyes right now...)
Sholmes:
......... It refuses to drink milk, it can't hear a whistle, it can't climb up a bell cord and it's not even venomous... How the deuce did something so inept land a starring role?!
Strogenov:
Is not my fault! I do not make up stories! My Pirozhko is nothing to do with this incident!
Ryunosuke:
......... (So that's what happened... That's the truth behind my best friend's tragic death...)
Sholmes:
.........
Hosonaga:
.........
Pavlova:
.........
Susato:
......... Miss Pavlova...
Pavlova:
...!
Susato:
I understand the difficult situation you've found yourself in. And I do sympathise. But please remember this: A young man lost his life. If you're going to attempt to cover up your guilt with lies, then... ...then no matter what the circumstances, I cannot forgive you!
Pavlova:
But...
Hosonaga:
What are you talking about, Miss Mikotoba? What lies? Miss Pavlova just confessed everything! It was just a series of unfortunate events. An accident.
Sholmes:
.........
Susato:
I'm no great detective like Mr Sholmes. I don't have a gift for knowing the truth. But even I can see...that was not the truth! Don't you agree, Mr Naruhodo?!
Ryunosuke:
......... (To be perfectly honest, yes. There's a discrepancy in Miss Pavlova's story, I'm sure of it. I just can't quite put my finger on it.)
Sholmes:
......... I confess... ...I was intending to let Scotland Yard deal with any outstanding issues on this matter.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Sholmes:
I am only present here for a very specific reason. The truth is, you, Mr Naruhodo, are simply a distraction.
Ryunosuke:
A distraction?!
Sholmes:
I do hope you've not been finding your shackles too uncomfortable.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Not again! When did he do that?!)
Sholmes:
Especially as they're on your wrists as a result of my intervention. I was rather hoping I could resolve matters before we made our next port call.
Ryunosuke:
You were, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Yes, but I overlooked one important detail. The deceased young man was a very close companion of yours... ...was he not?
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes. Kazuma was my closest friend. I owed him my freedom, even.
Susato:
.........
Sholmes:
In that case, we must follow this to its conclusion. No further distractions. You must uncover the REAL truth here, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes... Whatever that may be... (The key to this is the discrepancy in Miss Pavlova's story, I'm sure. If I can chase that down, maybe the truth will become clear. The truth about how you really died. About how that scene in your cabin really came to be...!) Alright. I'll see what I can do.
Sholmes:
Excellent.
Susato:
Thank you, Mr Naruhodo.
Pavlova:
.........
Sholmes:
So then, shall we begin?
Ryunosuke:
Yes!
Sholmes:
What we should ponder first... ...is the victim who lost his life in a cabin that was bolted shut from the inside. Was this truly an unfortunate accident? Or was it in fact no accident at all? That is what we must establish in the first instance.
Hosonaga:
But we've already established it, haven't we? The man tripped over the kitten that had climbed into his cabin via the ventilator. Tragic, yes. But still an accident.
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! Let's just take a step back. It doesn't make sense if that's really what happened, does it?
Hosonaga:
I'm going to have to ask you to spell it out for me, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, it's starting to take shape now. There's a clear contradiction between the facts and Miss Pavlova's story here.) The evidence is right there in Kazuma's cabin. It's undeniable! His death couldn't possibly have been a mere accident!
Pavlova:
...!
Hosonaga:
R-Really?
Sholmes:
Let us show our hand, Mr Naruhodo! Time to present the evidence! The evidence that proves unequivocally that the victim's death was no mere accident! 
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The truth is clearly recorded in this photographic print! There's no way that Mr Asogi could have left this message on the floor!
Hosonaga:
That script... It's Russian, isn't it?
Sholmes:
Indeed it is. The word written means 'wardrobe'.
Hosonaga:
I see what you mean. Most people would leave a dying message in their native language. Japanese in this case.
Pavlova:
But, but maybe he was studying Russian! It is a simple language. He, he could have picked it up very fast!
Ryunosuke:
(That doesn't seem likely.) That's actually not the point. It makes no difference whether he knew Russian or not.
Hosonaga:
Sorry? What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly what I said before: There is no way that Mr Asogi could have left this message on the floor. And the reason why is clearly explained in here: 'Damage to the cervical vertebrae resulting in instant death.' ...Instant death.
Hosonaga:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Which means...after the victim fell to the floor, he couldn't possibly have written anything. Because he was already dead!
Pavlova:
.........!
Susato:
That's not the only reason, either. There's something else we found in Mr Asogi's cabin. A remnant of something that couldn't possibly have been there, if what Miss Pavlova told us was true!
Hosonaga:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
(So, Susato-san has noticed it too, then...) Putting this message on the floor aside, there's something else that gives the truth away. Another piece of evidence that proves this was no accident! In other words... 
Present Mark on Floor
Ryunosuke:
 
Leads to:
"This! This piece of broken glass next to the mark on the floor!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
 
Sholmes:
What point are you trying to make with that evidence?
Ryunosuke:
I'm starting to see how Kazuma's death really happened! ...I think.
Sholmes:
...'I think'...that you are starting to see nothing of the sort! And that was the evidence to prove it.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Susato:
If it was no accident, then what we should be looking for is one of two things: Either the absence of something you would expect to find at the scene of an accident... ...or the presence of something you wouldn't.
Sholmes:
Most compendiously put, my dear madam!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...I see...
Sholmes:
Hm, I confess your rather languid 'I see' doesn't fill me with confidence, Mr Naruhodo.
Susato:
Don't worry, Mr Naruhodo, I believe in you! ...Well, more than Mr Sholmes does, anyway.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, it's starting to take shape now. There's a clear contradiction between the facts and Miss Pavlova's story here.) The evidence is right there in Kazuma's cabin. It's undeniable!
Leads back to:
"Putting this message on the floor aside, there's something else that gives the truth away."
Ryunosuke:
This! This piece of broken glass next to the mark on the floor!
Hosonaga:
But that's the glass bell the kitten had around its neck. We already know all about that. It was broken in half when the victim tripped over the cat and fell. So we already have a satisfactory explanation. Where's the flaw in that logic?
Ryunosuke:
Unfortunately, there is a very big flaw. A fatal flaw!
Hosonaga:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
If that's really what happened... ...then how did one half of the bell end up back here in this cabin?
Hosonaga:
Ah!
Susato:
Yes, remember that we found the other half of the glass bell in that wastepaper basket. Would you care to explain that...Miss Pavlova?
Pavlova:
Oh no...
Leads to:
"Both these pieces of evidence clearly point to the same conclusion..."
Present Mark on Floor
Ryunosuke:
 
Ryunosuke:
This! This piece of broken glass next to the mark on the floor!
Hosonaga:
But that's the glass bell the kitten had around its neck. We already know all about that. It was broken in half when the victim tripped over the cat and fell. So we already have a satisfactory explanation. Where's the flaw in that logic?
Ryunosuke:
Unfortunately, there is a very big flaw. A fatal flaw!
Hosonaga:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
If that's really what happened... ...then how did one half of the bell end up back here in this cabin?
Hosonaga:
Ah!
Susato:
Yes, remember that we found the other half of the glass bell in that wastepaper basket. Would you care to explain that...Miss Pavlova?
Pavlova:
Oh no...
Susato:
That's not the only reason, either. There's something else we found in Mr Asogi's cabin. A remnant of something that couldn't possibly have been there, if what Miss Pavlova told us was true!
Hosonaga:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
(So, Susato-san has noticed it too, then...) Putting the piece of glass aside, there's something else that gives the truth away. Another piece of evidence that proves this was no accident! In other words... 
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
 
Leads to:
"The truth is clearly recorded in this photographic print!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
 
Sholmes:
What point are you trying to make with that evidence?
Ryunosuke:
I'm starting to see how Kazuma's death really happened! ...I think.
Sholmes:
...'I think'...that you are starting to see nothing of the sort! And that was the evidence to prove it.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Susato:
If it was no accident, then what we should be looking for is one of two things: Either the absence of something you would expect to find at the scene of an accident... ...or the presence of something you wouldn't.
Sholmes:
Most compendiously put, my dear madam!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...I see...
Sholmes:
Hm, I confess your rather languid 'I see' doesn't fill me with confidence, Mr Naruhodo.
Susato:
Don't worry, Mr Naruhodo, I believe in you! ...Well, more than Mr Sholmes does, anyway.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, it's starting to take shape now. There's a clear contradiction between the facts and Miss Pavlova's story here.) The evidence is right there in Kazuma's cabin. It's undeniable!
Leads back to:
"Putting the piece of glass aside, there's something else that gives the truth away."
Ryunosuke:
The truth is clearly recorded in this photographic print! There's no way that Mr Asogi could have left this message on the floor!
Hosonaga:
That script... It's Russian, isn't it?
Sholmes:
Indeed it is. The word written means 'wardrobe'.
Hosonaga:
I see what you mean. Most people would leave a dying message in their native language. Japanese in this case.
Pavlova:
But, but maybe he was studying Russian! It is a simple language. He, he could have picked it up very fast!
Ryunosuke:
(That doesn't seem likely.) That's actually not the point. It makes no difference whether he knew Russian or not.
Hosonaga:
Sorry? What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly what I said before: There is no way that Mr Asogi could have left this message on the floor. And the reason why is clearly explained in here: 'Damage to the cervical vertebrae resulting in instant death.' ...Instant death.
Hosonaga:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Which means...after the victim fell to the floor, he couldn't possibly have written anything. Because he was already dead!
Pavlova:
.........!
Leads to:
"Both these pieces of evidence clearly point to the same conclusion..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
 
Sholmes:
What point are you trying to make with that evidence?
Ryunosuke:
I'm starting to see how Kazuma's death really happened! ...I think.
Sholmes:
...'I think'...that you are starting to see nothing of the sort! And that was the evidence to prove it.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Susato:
If it was no accident, then what we should be looking for is one of two things: Either the absence of something you would expect to find at the scene of an accident... ...or the presence of something you wouldn't.
Sholmes:
Most compendiously put, my dear madam!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...I see...
Sholmes:
Hm, I confess your rather languid 'I see' doesn't fill me with confidence, Mr Naruhodo.
Susato:
Don't worry, Mr Naruhodo, I believe in you! ...Well, more than Mr Sholmes does, anyway.
Leads back to:
"Yes, it's starting to take shape now."
Ryunosuke:
Both these pieces of evidence clearly point to the same conclusion... That when Mr Asogi died last night in his cabin... ...there was someone else in the room!
Pavlova:
...!
Ryunosuke:
And that same person...deliberately arranged the scene to disguise the truth... ...in order to cover up their own guilt!
Pavlova:
KYAAAAAAH!!!
Susato:
Yes, there was someone else present in Mr Asogi's-
???:
Hold it!
???:
You are wasting time!
Strogenov:
Someone else was there? Da! Of course! We know this!
Ryunosuke:
What are you talking about?
Strogenov:
Bulkhead was bolted shut from inside. There was no way in or out!
Hosonaga:
Oh yes...
Strogenov:
And only other person in cabin when young student died...was you!
Ryunosuke:
 
Ryunosuke:
It's true, I was in the cabin when it happened.
Sholmes:
You were shut inside the cabin's wardrobe, to be precise about the details.
Ryunosuke:
But I don't know Russian! There's no way I would have left that message!
Sholmes:
Not 'would have'... There's no way you could have left that message...to be precise about the details.
Ryunosuke:
...Would you mind?
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Forgive me, my dear fellow!
Ryunosuke:
As I was saying... The person in question wrote the word 'wardrobe' in Russian on the floor... ...in an attempt to incriminate me for the crime, even though I had been asleep in there the entire time.
Susato:
And then, the same person picked up the broken glass bell that had fallen to the floor... ...for fear of it becoming evidence that would show how Mr Asogi really died.
Hosonaga:
But why wouldn't this person have taken all the pieces of the bell away? Leaving half behind was always going to raise questions.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, well, um...
Sholmes:
It was past one o'clock in the early hours of the morning. The cabin would have been quite dark. The single, small lamp suspended from the ceiling would barely have cast any light onto the floor there. Little wonder then, that the culprit failed to notice a fragment of the tiny item.
Pavlova:
You all suspect me...don't you?
Strogenov:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
S-Seaman Strogenov!
Strogenov:
Nina is woman of sea! She is daughter of strong sailor. Two years ago, they noticed her dancing skills and she went away to join ballet company. But before...she was dancer on this ship. A member of ship's band. You do not accuse ship's angel of being kriminal!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, so that's it...
Strogenov:
You say that when young student died, Nina was there in his cabin. But that is not possible! I give my tooth!
Sholmes:
Hm, well... This is all most interesting... And why would you 'give your tooth', pray? How can you be so sure?
Strogenov:
Hmph! You are great detective! You should know! Look truth in eyes! Cabin bulkhead was bolted shut from inside! Nobody could go into cabin. Not Nina, not anyone! Or you want to tell me that killer can walk through locked doors? ...Nyet! It's impossible!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh! (He's right...)
Susato:
But wait! I've read about this in detective stories. People often tie thread around door latches so they can open and close them from the outside!
Strogenov:
Thread? Are you stupid? These bulkheads are not barn doors!
Sholmes:
Certainly not. These are watertight doors, as one would expect to find on any modern steamship. Constructed of heavy steel, with not a gap in sight. No threads or needles or magnets could have been used.
Susato:
No... No, of course not. I thought so, too. But Mr Naruhodo suggested it earlier, so...
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san! How could you shift it onto me like that?!)
Hosonaga:
So Seaman Strogenov has a valid point. The cabin door couldn't have been bolted shut from the outside.
Sholmes:
Not necessarily...
Strogenov:
What?
Sholmes:
I put it to you that I could bolt this cabin door... ...without laying a finger on it.
Pavlova:
...!
Sholmes:
And in this very cabin... ...we can see the traces of the method I have in mind having been used before!
Hosonaga:
I don't believe it!
Sholmes:
Well, Mr Naruhodo? I believe you know what I mean, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
(A way to shut the bolt of the cabin door from the outside?) One way does spring to mind, yes.
Susato:
Do you really know what Mr Sholmes means, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And so should you. Because we've seen it happen!
Sholmes:
Indeed we have! So, would you care to do the honours, Mr Naruhodo? Point out the telling signs of the method that was used to slide the cabin door bolt across from the outside! 
Present shelf
Ryunosuke:
 
Leads to:
"Look at the bookcase there."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
 
Ryunosuke:
This is it! This shows how it was done!
Sholmes:
Hm, it certainly shows how something was done, I concur. In fact, it's an excellent way to show how easy it is to jump to the wrong conclusion!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Sholmes:
But a truly dismal way to show how the bolt could be made to slide shut from outside the cabin!
Ryunosuke:
(Did you really need to say 'truly dismal'...?) 
Susato:
Surely it can't really be possible to make the bolt slide shut without touching it all, can it?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure that it is. Something in the back of my mind tells me so...
Leads back to:
"Do you really know what Mr Sholmes means, Mr Naruhodo?"
Ryunosuke:
Look at the bookcase there. See how all the books and things on it have toppled over?
Susato:
That must have happened when the ship made its emergency stop before.
Hosonaga:
Yes, that's right. It's a very powerful vessel, after all. When the engines are thrown into reverse, a violent jolt goes across the entire ship. Any small objects that aren't fastened down are bound to fall over.
Susato:
I believe... Yes, it's what's known as the force of 'inertia' acting on the objects.
Ryunosuke:
(Is there nothing Susato-san doesn't know...?! Or that isn't in her book, at least?) Well, whatever it's called, the same force that pushed over those books on the bookcase... ...also made something else in this cabin move. The bolt on the cabin door.
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
It was very obvious just after the emergency stop that the ship made earlier. We had come into this cabin not long before, and we hadn't bolted the door. But then...
???:
Hello! Is anybody in there? Shout if you need assistance!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, that sounds like...
Susato:
...Inspector Hosonaga.
Susato:
Oh yes! That's it! When the ship stopped suddenly, the bolt flew across and locked the door!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It's made of metal, but it's small and light enough to be moved by the ship's sudden change of speed. ...Or the force of 'ineptia', if you want to call it that.
Hosonaga:
Are, are you trying to say that last night... After Mr Asogi was killed... ...the SS Burya made another emergency stop?!
Ryunosuke:
When I woke up this morning and looked around the cabin, I thought it looked a little odd. All the books on the shelves had toppled over. And all the ornaments. It was almost as if someone had run their hand across the shelves and deliberately knocked everything over.
Susato:
Oh yes, I remember that! And I stood them all up again, didn't I?
Ryunosuke:
Then when we came into this cabin, we were surprised to see the same thing in here. All the books and everything had toppled over, just like in Mr Asogi's cabin.
Susato:
...Oh my!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have anything to say about this, Miss Pavlova?
Pavlova:
.........
Strogenov:
Are you out of your mind? You say Burya made emergency stop?!
Hosonaga:
It does seem a little far-fetched. How could that possibly have happened? Unless you're saying that the culprit is actually someone from the engine room?
Sholmes:
Oh, it is simple enough.
Hosonaga:
Hm?
Sholmes:
Are you forgetting the button in the passageway outside, used to trigger the emergency alarm?
Susato:
Oh yes, of course... There was a notice, wasn't there? Telling you only to press the button in times of emergency.
Sholmes:
On dark nights when the fog is dense, the captain cannot afford to rely on the eyes of his lookout alone. Hence the placement of a number of buttons around the vessel to allow any crewman to raise the alarm. The sort of button one is almost compelled to press to satisfy one's curiosity...
Strogenov:
......... Wait! It, it was you?!
Sholmes:
When the button is pressed, two things happen in the interests of safety: The emergency alarm bell rings, and the vessel comes to a complete stop. ...As indeed it did a little earlier today.
Hosonaga:
.........
Pavlova:
.........
Susato:
Mr Sholmes... Surely it wasn't you who...
Sholmes:
As I always say, a button has but one purpose in life. To be pressed! Whatever the occasion!
Ryunosuke:
(He sounds almost proud of himself!)
Strogenov:
How dare you mess with ship?! I report you to captain! You are in much trouble now!
Sholmes:
Now now, I'm sure all that can wait until later. Let us not overlook the fact that we have now learnt a valuable lesson. When the vessel makes an emergency stop, the bolts on the cabin doors slide closed. So...what we must now consider...
Susato:
Yes, it all comes down to one thing now. Last night, after what happened to Mr Asogi... ...did this ship make an emergency stop...or did it not?
Strogenov:
You are idiots! Burya is huge ship with many passengers. If we make emergency stop, even in middle of night... ...there would be chaos everywhere!
Sholmes:
What are your thoughts, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
......... Well... ...it's certainly possible that some kind of emergency happened last night. We have evidence to support that idea.
Susato:
Really?! What evidence, Mr Naruhodo?
Sholmes:
Fascinating! Do show us, my good man! What evidence promotes the theory that some emergency gripped this vessel last night?
Present Ship's Log
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Seaman Strogenov..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This! You see? Do you see, Mr Sholmes?!
Sholmes:
Most regrettably... ...I see that the only emergency is that which your logical faculties are immersed in!
Ryunosuke:
Argh! (I knew he'd have something clever to say!)
Susato:
I'm really not at all sure that any evidence exists that can help us here.
Sholmes:
Remember, Miss Susato, that evidence may not always be that which 'exists' per se.
Susato:
Oh!
Sholmes:
There are days when evidence is that which is distinctly 'missing'.
Ryunosuke:
(Today being one of those days, presumably.) Now you say that, one piece of evidence does come to mind, actually.
Leads back to:
"Really?! What evidence, Mr Naruhodo?"
Ryunosuke:
Seaman Strogenov... ...it's your duty to patrol the first-class area of the ship, isn't that right?
Strogenov:
Da! That is correct. ...Why?
Ryunosuke:
And the ship's log here... This would be where you record the details of your duties?
Strogenov:
What are you doing with that?! That is mine!
Sholmes:
Ah, you rather carelessly left it atop the little makeshift bureau in the passageway out there. But as responsible passengers, we took it into our care with a mind to return it to you later.
Strogenov:
I left it there on purpose! That is where I put it always!
Ryunosuke:
The point is, looking at what you usually record... ...it's clear that under normal circumstances, you write the phrase 'Nothing to report' every thirty minutes. But from two o'clock last night until first light this morning...nothing was recorded at all.
Hosonaga:
Nothing recorded in the log?!
Strogenov:
That is... Da! Because nothing happened!
Ryunosuke:
But if nothing happened, you would normally write 'Nothing to report', wouldn't you?
Strogenov:
...*Gulp*
Sholmes:
Indeed so. Which tells us that shortly after 2 a.m... ...something happened here aboard the SS Burya.
Strogenov:
...!
Sholmes:
Something sufficiently significant to make you forget to fill in the ship's log, in fact.
Susato:
Are you suggesting... ...that the ship really did make an emergency stop in the middle of the night?
Strogenov:
Stop talking RUBBISH!
Hosonaga:
......... If I'm perfectly honest... ...I find that a little hard to believe myself.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? Why?
Hosonaga:
Well, because if something as major as an emergency stop really had happened... ...surely all of us would have noticed?
Susato:
That's very true. Thanks to the emergency stop we experienced earlier, we all know what it feels like now. The ship lurched so violently. And the alarm bell was so loud... I can't imagine that anybody would sleep through that, even if it happened in the dead of night.
Ryunosuke:
Well, no... That's, that's a good point...
Sholmes:
......... What of...the throbbing?
Hosonaga:
Sorry? What do you mean?
Sholmes:
Your head, man. The throbbing of your head since this morning. We have all suffered with it.
Susato:
Ah!
Hosonaga:
Oh, yes... I have had a headache, you're right. In fact, I haven't been feeling myself since I woke up today.
Susato:
Nor have I! My head has been feeling heavy ever since dawn.
Sholmes:
Yes, you've all been afflicted, haven't you? Just as I suspected.
Ryunosuke:
(He's right! My head's been throbbing today, too! And since eating dinner yesterday evening, everything has felt sort of hazy. I can't really remember anything that happened after I climbed back inside the wardrobe... Then the first thing I noticed this morning was the throbbing pain in my head. I had already been dragged out of the wardrobe... ...and had those handcuffs put on me by that point... Why didn't I wake up when all that was happening to me?!)
Sholmes:
Tell me, Mr Naruhodo... ...you boarded this vessel as a stowaway, didn't you?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um... Well yes. ...Sorry.
Sholmes:
The stowaway class of accommodation doesn't usually include meals. ...What did you survive on?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, well, Kazuma looked after me. He was always happy to share his meals.
Sholmes:
So you enjoyed some of the whole roast chicken dish that was served yesterday evening, I take it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! In fact... ...I had all of that. Kazuma wasn't fond of chicken.
Sholmes:
Oh really? So the victim didn't eat any of the chicken at all?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. He didn't touch it. ...Is that relevant?
Sholmes:
......... My dear fellow, does that not strike you?
Susato:
Oh! Mr Sholmes! Do you mean to say... ...that there was something wrong with the chicken?!
Sholmes:
...I do.
Ryunosuke:
No! (Really? Is that really true?)
Sholmes:
The meal prepared for the passengers last night had been tampered with. Tampered with by the addition of a soporific, designed to induce a very deep slumber in those who consumed it.
Hosonaga:
...A sleeping drug?
Ryunosuke:
Do you mean...? ...whoever did this laced every meal with a sleeping drug so no one would notice the ship's emergency stop?!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Of course that's not what Mr Sholmes means. What a far-fetched idea!
Sholmes:
...Precisely. Lacing every meal of every passenger on board with a soporific drug would certainly be impossible. ...Unless, that is, every single member of the crew was a conspirator!
Hosonaga:
What?!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
...Well, Seaman?
Strogenov:
Eh...!
Sholmes:
I'm sorry to say that any more deception in this matter will get you nowhere.
Strogenov:
.........
Sholmes:
If you refuse to talk, there would have to be an inquiry made through the shipping company, of course. And were that to happen, every member of the crew, and the captain himself, would be hauled over the coals. ...For aiding and abetting a renegade.
Strogenov:
...! .........
Pavlova:
Please...no more. I will tell everything.
Strogenov:
Eh?!
Pavlova:
I cannot make problems like this for everyone any more...
Sholmes:
These crewmen are your former comrades, I believe.
Pavlova:
Yes. So when I decided to...run away... I asked them to help me.
Strogenov:
We all agreed to help. Everyone together. She threw away everything. Her fame in the ballet... Mother Russia... We wanted to help our angel.
Hosonaga:
I don't believe it...
Strogenov:
You are right. We put sleeping drug in chicken last night.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I remember now. I did notice chewing on a lump of something strange and bitter at one point...
Strogenov:
Da. We could not make all drug... How do you say? ...Dissolve?
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Talk about heavy seasoning...)
Strogenov:
...At midnight, in waters near Shanghai, we brought our angel on board. She was helped by comrade on shore with small fishing boat.
Sholmes:
While all the passengers of the SS Burya slept soundly... ...thanks to the almost magical effects of the slumber-inducing potion their evening meals had contained.
Ryunosuke:
So, if that's what happened... ...the only people awake on the ship last night... ...were the crew, people who dislike chicken and... ...the newly boarded passenger, Miss Pavlova.
Pavlova:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...And that means it would have been possible for you. You could have used the emergency stop trick to lock Kazuma's cabin door!
Pavlova:
.........
Hosonaga:
But how does that make sense? Surely every cabin door would have ended up locked in that case, and there would have been complete chaos.
Sholmes:
Oh, I wouldn't say so.
Hosonaga:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, of course! Just like us, all the other passengers would have eaten their evening meal of chicken in their cabins. After which they would have been overwhelmed by tiredness because of the sleeping drug.
Sholmes:
Quite. And accordingly, all passengers were already in their cabins for the night.
Susato:
Yes!
Sholmes:
The overwhelming majority of passengers would habitually sleep with their cabin doors bolted anyway. And so not one of them would have found it remarkable to find the door locked in the morning. In summary... In order to fasten the bolt of a single cabin door on the ship... ...the culprit brought the entire vessel to an emergency stop in the early hours of the morning!
Susato:
...!
Hosonaga:
...!
Strogenov:
......... You have talked long time and said many things. What is point?
Sholmes:
The point is what I said earlier. There was somebody else present on the scene when the victim lost his life last night. Someone who left a message in Russian on the floor in an attempt to incriminate another. Someone who tried desperately to hide the broken fragments of glass that would reveal the culprit's identity. And someone who abused the ship's emergency stop procedure in order to lock a door. ...All told, a busy night.
Pavlova:
But...but... I...I don't know about any of this! I am just a little girl!
Strogenov:
You like to speak with your long English words and explain your clever ideas. But I am sailor. And sailors don't listen to long, boring stories. We don't believe. Sailors like me, we trust only what we see with our own eyes.
Sholmes:
......... A laudable trait.
Strogenov:
What?
Sholmes:
I am quite of the same disposition, my good man. Observation to me is everything. Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes?
Sholmes:
Do you hear it? That accusatory cry of guilt on the wind?
Susato:
What 'accusatory cry of guilt'...?
Ryunosuke:
S-Sorry, you've... You've lost me.
Sholmes:
Proof of involvement, man. But you can't hear such a call with your ears. No, you must hear it with your eyes! For observation is the basis of all deduction!
Strogenov:
What are you TALKING ABOUT?!
Sholmes:
I believe the time has come... ...for one final 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular' to expose the truth! So, Mr Naruhodo, your assistance, if you please!
Ryunosuke:
With what exactly, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
With observation, my dear fellow! Just as I said. Of these two prevaricators.
Ryunosuke:
Observation...?
Susato:
If you remember, Mr Naruhodo, we know that somebody tried to fabricate evidence, don't we? By tampering with the scene of Mr Asogi's death. What we're looking for is some trace of evidence that one of these two was there when it happened.
Sholmes:
Precisely! You are delightfully quick to grasp my meaning!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll see what I can see! So we're looking for a trace of evidence that shows someone else was there last night when Kazuma died...
Examine chunky arms
Ryunosuke:
He has arms like tree trunks, doesn't he? Hairy tree trunks.
Susato:
Yes, he certainly has sailors' arms. He's a born man of the sea.
Ryunosuke:
(Even if I had been awake, I couldn't have done anything about being dragged out of that wardrobe by this man.)
Susato:
...Naruhodo-san? Are you alright? You seem to be lost in thought.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, sorry. Blame those hairy tree trunks.
Examine sailor's hat
Susato:
Have you noticed something significant about Seaman Strogenov's hat?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? Oh, no, sadly not. I was just thinking that if only we'd found it in Kazuma's cabin, it would all be so easy!
Susato:
That's true. A hat dropped at the scene would have been very conclusive evidence. ......... Ah, that's a point! I'm sure I saw your university uniform hat at the scene somewhere...
Ryunosuke:
...That is NOT 'a point'! At least, not one I'd like you to make.
Examine ink stain
Ryunosuke:
Oh, look at this! It's some kind of stain...in an unusual place.
Susato:
Yes, you're right. It looks like ink, if I'm not mistaken.
Ryunosuke:
Hm... Ink... And look at the colour, too. (It's clear where this came from!)
Present ink stain
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Seaman Strogenov..."
Present chunky arms
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Seaman Strogenov, those enormous arms of yours are thick with hair. And I have no doubt that in your struggle with the victim last night, handfuls of it would have come out! So...when I go now and search the floor in the victim's cabin, you'll have nowhere to run!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"How exactly are we supposed to show that someone else was there when Kazuma died?"
Present sailor's hat
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The truth is...I don't know exactly what trace of evidence this is going to unveil, but one thing is for sure... ...this man is definitely hiding something under his hat! When we remove it from his head, the revelations underneath will rock this boat...and the whole world!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"How exactly are we supposed to show that someone else was there when Kazuma died?"
Present right ear or left ear
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I notice the dainty jewellery you're wearing on your ears, Miss Pavlova. Were we to find a piece of those earrings in Mr Asogi's cabin, it would prove beyond doubt that you were there! ...Although, we haven't actually found anything yet, so...
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"How exactly are we supposed to show that someone else was there when Kazuma died?"
Ryunosuke:
How exactly are we supposed to show that someone else was there when Kazuma died?
Susato:
I can think of two possible ways: Either we find a trace of something that the person in question left behind at the scene... ...or, if that's not possible...
Sholmes:
...A trace of something that the person took away from the scene, be that accidentally or deliberately.
Ryunosuke:
(A trace of something someone took away...?)
Sholmes:
If you observe closely enough, I believe you will find examples of both. Give them a long, hard and uncompromising stare from all sides, that's my advice!
Ryunosuke:
Seaman Strogenov... ...You seem to have quite a large purple stain on the back of your white uniform there.
Strogenov:
Eh? Ah, yes, I, um... I don't know where the dirt comes from...
Sholmes:
So nothing in particular comes to mind about the stain?
Strogenov:
What are you trying to say?
Sholmes:
It would appear that the significance of this stain has escaped your attention, Seaman. Allow us to make it plain!
Ryunosuke:
It's a very large purple stain on the back of Seaman Strogenov's uniform.
Susato:
And I think what made it is clear.
Sholmes:
Indeed it is. So, Mr Naruhodo, present the evidence that proves it!
Ryunosuke:
My pleasure! Alright then. The evidence that proves what that stain on the back of Seaman Strogenov's uniform really is...
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes! It's this photograph, and the ink it shows!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Sholmes:
You know, it occurs to one occasionally, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Sholmes:
...That a purple stain is perhaps caused...by something purple. Pray, what colour was the object you identified?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (That was a gentlemanly way of telling me that I'm an idiot!)
Susato:
Oh, did Mr Sholmes upset you, Mr Naruhodo? Your face has turned almost purple!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, I get the idea. I should be looking for something purple.)
Leads back to:
"So, the evidence that proves what that stain on the back of Seaman Strogenov's uniform really is..."
Ryunosuke:
Yes! It's this photograph, and the ink it shows! That's what caused the stain on your uniform!
Strogenov:
Ink?
Sholmes:
A rather unusual colour of ink, purple.
Strogenov:
Agh!
Sholmes:
Ah, the penny drops...at last. Now you see the significance.
Ryunosuke:
The Russian word on the floor next to the victim's body was written in purple ink. And the stain on the back of your uniform...is ink of exactly the same colour!
Sholmes:
If the ink had been dry, it couldn't possibly have stained your uniform in that way. Which means... ...you must have been present in the cabin in the moments immediately after the ink was spilt!
Strogenov:
......... Alright, yes. It was me. I did it. ...Everything.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Strogenov:
I arranged everything in dead student's cabin to make it look like wardrobe man did it. Then I pressed button to make Burya do emergency stop, and bolt cabin door shut. ...I did everything so no one would suspect our angel.
Pavlova:
Bif, please...
Strogenov:
Don't worry, angel. Let me do talking. It was after one in the morning. I was on duty, patrolling passageway. Then our angel came to me. She was white like sheet.
Pavlova:
'Bif! Please! You must help me!'
Strogenov:
I went with her. The door to cabin number one was open. When I looked inside...I saw student boy on floor.
Strogenov:
'Wha-What happened here?!'
Pavlova:
'......... Please...don't tell anyone... ...My little one... My little furry friend...'
Strogenov:
Everything that happened in cabin is like angel told you.
Ryunosuke:
The kitten escaped through the ventilator into Mr Asogi's cabin... Then he tripped over it and broke his neck when he fell to the floor?
Strogenov:
...Yes. That is right.
Hosonaga:
So after the incident when the cat ran away, Miss Pavlova then visited the cabin next to hers?
Sholmes:
Only to find its occupant lying lifeless on the floor.
Strogenov:
She said she was worried when she heard sound of something falling on floor. That's when she went to look. ...No, angel?
Pavlova:
.........
Strogenov:
The door was not locked. So she opened to look, and...you already know what happened after.
Pavlova:
.........
Susato:
There's just one thing...if you wouldn't mind?
Strogenov:
What?
Susato:
When you went to Mr Asogi's cabin, Miss Pavlova... ...was he...already dead?
Pavlova:
Why...?
Strogenov:
I already told you! When Nina opened door of student's cabin and looked inside-
Susato:
I was asking Miss Pavlova.
Strogenov:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Well, Miss Pavlova?
Pavlova:
......... ...Дa...
Susato:
Oh...
Pavlova:
Yes...that is right. I saw him... It was dark, and he was wearing black, but... He was on the floor. ...Not moving... I was scared... .........
Susato:
......... I understand. And...I believe you.
Ryunosuke:
(So is that finally it now? Have we discovered the real truth about Kazuma's death at last?)
Sholmes:
Ah! Something very nearly slipped my mind!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
This photograph... Yes, I took this myself, you know. The cause of death was a broken neck. Therefore, the victim died instantly. And the unfortunate incident that precipitated these events? A kitten, on which the victim stumbled. ...However, if those are the facts, there is one particular area in this photograph... ...that seems to me somewhat unnatural.
Strogenov:
What do you mean, 'unnatural'?
Sholmes:
What are your thoughts on the matter, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? ...Oh! Well... (If Kazuma tripped and fell, and by some terrible stroke of bad luck broke his neck... ...which part of this photographic print seems unnatural?)
Present fist
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Alright, if he really fell due to an unfortunate accident..."
Present Russian word
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This word in Russian clearly wasn't written by Kazuma. So if you're looking for something unnatural, that's the obvious point.
Sholmes:
Very true. It is certainly peculiar. But it's not what I meant by 'unnatural', I'm afraid. That particularly crass detail was orchestrated by the culprit. I mean to identify another point.
Susato:
Oh...I see.
Sholmes:
Imagine, if you will, losing your footing yourself. In my opinion, if you landed as the victim appears to have done here, it would be most unnatural. I'm sure you'll reach the same conclusion!
Susato:
How thoughtful you are, Mr Sholmes! Thank you for your gentle guidance!
Leads back to:
"If Kazuma tripped and fell, and by some terrible stroke of bad luck broke his neck..."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It must be here! ...Surely.
Sholmes:
Allow me to offer you a piece of advice regarding the pursuit of detection, my dear fellow. When noting a crucial point, it can be helpful to keep your eyes open.
Ryunosuke:
Um...they were open.
Sholmes:
And...it can be equally helpful to use them.
Ryunosuke:
......... Sorry. ...I'll try that.
Susato:
I think it's plain what Mr Sholmes means by 'unnatural', isn't it? The word written in a foreign language underneath his fingertip, surely...
Sholmes:
That particularly crass detail was orchestrated by the culprit. No, I mean to identify another point. Imagine, if you will, losing your footing yourself. Would you land as the victim has? What of your hands? You look like the sort of fellow who stumbles with some regularity. This should be an easy task!
Ryunosuke:
(Why do I?!)
Leads back to:
"If Kazuma tripped and fell, and by some terrible stroke of bad luck broke his neck..."
Ryunosuke:
Alright, if he really fell due to an unfortunate accident... ...then this fist just doesn't seem quite right.
Sholmes:
...The exact same thought occurred to me. In a fall, one's instinct is to open the palms flat. Yet here we see the victim with his left hand tightly balled into a fist. Almost, you might say... ...as though he were gripping something.
Pavlova:
...!
Strogenov:
...What do you mean?
Sholmes:
Simply that I took the liberty... ...of investigating the victim's fist a short while ago.
Ryunosuke:
You did?!
Sholmes:
And what, pray, do you imagine I found there... my dear fellow?
Susato:
Mr Sholmes... Show us! Please!
Sholmes:
Why of course, my dear madam. Would I keep you in suspense? This is what I found.
Susato:
Oh, a crescent moon with a little gemstone in the middle?
Hosonaga:
Yes, you're right. A crescent moon. It's very pretty, but what does it tell us?
Strogenov:
Hmph. It tells us nothing!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not so sure. That crescent moon looks... It looks familiar somehow. I'm sure I've seen it somewhere before.)
Sholmes:
Observation, Mr Naruhodo. That is the key.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
The truth is now tantalisingly close.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(How did that crescent moon come to be in Kazuma's clenched fist...?)
Sholmes:
This is the final clue. The last piece of the puzzle! Ask yourself, what does this little crescent moon mean? What significance has it? And observe! Find the answer with your own eyes!
Examine chunky arms
Ryunosuke:
He has arms like tree trunks, doesn't he? Hairy tree trunks.
Susato:
Yes, he certainly has sailors' arms. He's a born man of the sea.
Ryunosuke:
(But it's hard to see how they could be anything to do with that little crescent moon.)
Susato:
Sometimes, things are relevant in ways that it's hard to imagine. Perhaps you should check?
Ryunosuke:
No, these are just tree trunks, nothing more. (We should be looking elsewhere, I think.)
Examine sailor's hat
Susato:
Have you noticed something about Seaman Strogenov's hat, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? Oh, no. I don't think it can tell us much. I was just...practising my observation.
Susato:
Well, I don't imagine we're going to find anything to do with the crescent moon under it, do you?
Ryunosuke:
No, you're right. (Let's look elsewhere.)
Examine ink stain
Ryunosuke:
So he got this from the ink that was spilt on the floor.
Susato:
Yes, presumably when he was trying to arrange the scene to incriminate you.
Ryunosuke:
Did you see his face when I pointed it out before? He turned this colour himself, he was so angry!
Susato:
...If he had really turned this colour, I think he would have been ill, not angry.
Ryunosuke:
(Well anyway, I don't think this is relevant here.)
Examine left ear
Susato:
She has such petite ears among that beautiful hair. Like little pink shells.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, what's that? There's something dangling down from her ear.
Susato:
Yes, that's an 'earring'. Wait... Look! It's a crescent moon!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (There can be no doubt now, surely!)
Present right ear
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova, I notice that on your ear... ...even though you have a metal earring, the decorative part of it seems to be missing. The little link holding it on must have broken, I suppose.
Strogenov:
Eh? What?!
Ryunosuke:
But looking at your other ear... ...I notice a crescent moon.
Hosonaga:
Ah!
Strogenov:
I don't believe it!
Pavlova:
.........
Leads to:
"Now, the missing crescent moon was found in the victim's clenched fist."
Present left ear
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova, on your ear there... ...I see you have a crescent moon as well.
Hosonaga:
Ah!
Strogenov:
What?!
Pavlova:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And on your other ear... ...there seems to be a crescent moon missing. The little link holding it on must have broken, I suppose.
Leads to:
"Now, the missing crescent moon was found in the victim's clenched fist."
Present chunky arms
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Sometimes I really don't understand myself. I know this is completely wrong, but I'm still going to say it anyway... Eventually I'll hit on the truth, though! It's only a matter of time!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"My dear fellow, we are in the final furlong."
Present sailor's hat
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Sometimes I frighten myself with the things I do. I know there's no way this can be relevant, but I'm making a case for it anyway... I blame the chicken I had last night.
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"My dear fellow, we are in the final furlong."
Present ink stain
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Sometimes things surprise you. That's why I'm going to say this is what we're looking for, even though I think it's almost certainly irrelevant! The real mystery here is what makes us do what we do, after all!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"My dear fellow, we are in the final furlong."
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, we are in the final furlong. It's too late for words of advice!
Susato:
The crescent moon is the last clue that Kazuma-sama left for us. And I believe it tells us everything!
Ryunosuke:
(So all that remains is for me to find out how. The answer must be here somewhere! I just need to look at this from all angles...)
Sholmes:
Now, the missing crescent moon was found in the victim's clenched fist. ...Clearly there is only one logical conclusion. Wouldn't you agree, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes. Miss Pavlova... Mr Asogi must have grasped that crescent moon and pulled it from your ear. Perhaps just moments before he fell to the floor.
Pavlova:
...!
Ryunosuke:
In other words... ...last night, in Mr Asogi's cabin, you witnessed the moment when the victim fell with your own eyes. In fact, you were quite literally at arm's length from him.
Strogenov:
.........
Ryunosuke:
But then the question is, why did Mr Asogi do that? Why did he pull your earring from your ear, and hold it in his clenched fist during his final moments?
Pavlova:
Oh no...
Strogenov:
Angel...?
Ryunosuke:
No one can protect you now. Please, Miss Pavlova, tell us the truth. Last night... ...WHAT did you do to Kazuma?!
Pavlova:
Agh!
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeт!
When I think about everything that happened yesterday... It, it was too much. Running away...the fishing boat in the middle of the night...trying to climb onto this huge ship... And then... ...when I was at last in this cabin and I could relax after this horrible, long day...
MIAOOOOOW!!!
Darka! Wait!
......... I couldn't believe it when she disappeared through the...the ventilator. I tried to call her with...a little whistle... I, I tried waving her favourite toy... But nothing worked. Darka would not come back.
*Knock knock*
.........
*Clunk*
What are you doing here at this time of night, Inspector?
Kazuma:
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was a friend of mine.
The young man from your country, he was very polite. And kind. He helped me to find Darka. And...he promised not to tell anyone. But then...when I had my friend in my arms again and I was going to leave the man's cabin...
Just a moment! Sorry, but...
Pavlova:
Oh... Yes?
Kazuma:
I'm sure I know your face. I've seen you somewhere before...
Pavlova:
Ah!
Kazuma:
Ah, of course! You're Nikolina Pavlova, aren't you? The Russian ballerina.
Pavlova:
Huh? N-No! I, I don't know that name.
My heart nearly stopped when he said that. He knew who I was! How could this man from a land in the faraway East know a Russian ballerina?!
Kazuma:
Yes, I saw your performance in Japan. The beauty of the ballet made a deep impression on me. But...what are you doing on this ship? I'm sure I read that your ballet company was performing in Shanghai at the moment.
'...I can't fool him. ...I have to tell him the truth, and hope he doesn't tell anyone. I have no other choice.'
Kazuma:
Hm, I see... So you've run away...
Pavlova:
Please! Please keep my secret! Don't tell anyone!
Kazuma:
Give me a moment. I could use another opinion here...
'...He's going to pull that cord! He's going to tell the captain! Why did I think I could trust him?!' Then it happened... Everything at once... It was only a second, but...it felt like forever... 'Wait!' I shouted. And then...
MIAOOOOOW!!!
Darka jumped out of my arms and down to the young man's feet. And... ...as he turned around to look at me... ...I, I pushed him! I don't even know why! I don't know why I did it! I, I was just so scared! And... ...I had to stop him from telling anyone about me.
Ryunosuke:
......... And that's when you went to fetch help? From Seaman Strogenov, who was on duty out in the passageway.
Strogenov:
I heard Nina cry out, and thud on floor. So I ran to her. She was standing at cabin door, shaking like leaf. She looked at me and said:
Help me, Bif! If they find out, I will be... Please! I have nowhere to go!
Ryunosuke:
So you decided to help. And that's when you arranged things in Kazuma's cabin to make it look like I did it... ...so that no one would suspect the passenger in the cabin next door?
Strogenov:
...Yes. I went into cabin and I looked around...to make sure there was nothing to show Nina was there. And then I found stowaway. In wardrobe. Still sleeping.
Ryunosuke:
(Right. That's when he found me.)
Susato:
So you worked out a plan. To lay the blame on the stowaway.
Strogenov:
......... I closed wardrobe doors and put back strange paper sign.
Ryunosuke:
(Luckily for me. That's the only reason Susato-san started to believe me when I said I was innocent.)
Strogenov:
I dragged young man's body to good place, and used ink that was spilling to write on floor. I wrote 'ГАԐՐސѧ so that person who found him would look inside wardrobe and find stowaway.
Sholmes:
And tell me, what of the glass bell?
Pavlova:
It was by my feet, so I picked it up.
Sholmes:
I see.
Pavlova:
But it was dark in the cabin. I didn't notice the other half.
Strogenov:
Then angel went back to her cabin, and I finished job.
Ryunosuke:
By pressing the emergency alarm button in the passageway?
Strogenov:
...Yes.
Sholmes:
Accordingly, the SS Burya did indeed come to an emergency halt at a little after 2 a.m. Thus enticing the bolt on the cabin door to slide shut, creating the locked room mystery.
Strogenov:
.........
Ryunosuke:
There's still one thing I don't understand, Miss Pavlova.
Pavlova:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Well, you said that you told Kazuma about the fact that you'd run away from your homeland. And it's because you were worried he was going to tell the captain that you pushed him. ...Isn't that right?
Pavlova:
Yes...
Ryunosuke:
But even if he had pulled the bell cord and called for the captain of the ship... ...aren't you friends with every member of the crew? Why would that have been a problem?
Pavlova:
......... It was what he said first. That made me scared.
Ryunosuke:
What he said first?
What are you doing here at this time of night, Inspector?
Kazuma:
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was a friend of mine.
Pavlova:
He said an inspector...was his friend...
Hosonaga:
Ah! Yes, meaning me... ...who was supposed to be acting as his bodyguard...
Pavlova:
I thought that if police knew about me...they would arrest me. ......... So before he could pull the bell cord, I, I...
Susato:
May I stop you a moment, please, Miss Pavlova?
Pavlova:
...!
Susato:
It just...doesn't seem to make sense. I mean, was Mr Asogi really going to pull the bell cord? I don't know...
Pavlova:
Wha...?
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, I'm not Kazuma, so I can't know for certain. But... ...he was a man of his word. If he told you he wouldn't give your secret away, then he wouldn't have done.
Pavlova:
No! He, he was walking over to it! He was going to pull the cord! He was going to make them send me back...
Sholmes:
Well, Mr Naruhodo... ...the day's work is not yet done, it seems. There is one more deduction to make.
Ryunosuke:
What? Another deduction?
Sholmes:
Yes. What action was the victim really about to take at that moment? Can we determine whither the young man's gaze was directed? First, consider the victim's location within his cabin.
Ryunosuke:
That's easy. I remember every detail of that room. I mean, yes, I spent quite a lot of time in the wardrobe, but still... ...that cabin has been my home for this entire voyage.
Susato:
So this is how the cabin looked last night, when Miss Pavlova visited Kazuma-sama?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It's exactly how it was.
Sholmes:
Are you ready then, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! (If there's one thing I've learnt today... ...it's that a simple gaze can reveal all manner of truths. And not only that. In order to draw the right conclusion... ...you can't afford to be out by even a little bit when you're following the gaze to where it lands.) So, when he turned away from Miss Pavlova, what exactly was Kazuma looking at?
Examine bell cord
Ryunosuke:
(Hm...the bell cord... So Miss Pavlova thought that he was just coldly ignoring her request... ...and going to pull the cord... But the Kazuma I knew would never have done something like that. No, I'm sure of it. .........)
Examine bed
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, his bed... I remember him being annoyed about the pillow. He said it was too thin. Didn't he put that big, thick book of Japanese law underneath it, in fact? Perhaps he was thinking of looking something up. Either that, or talking to Miss Pavlova made him acutely tired...)
Examine wardrobe
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, the wardrobe... MY wardrobe... I was in there at the time, of course. Sleeping soundly. Too soundly. If only I hadn't eaten that chicken that was laced with the sleeping drug... If only he'd woken me up... ...then maybe this tragedy would never happened.)
Present wardrobe
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Considering everything that had happened last night..."
Present bell cord
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma really wasn't the kind of man to ignore an earnest plea like that. It wouldn't have been at all like him to call the inspector when you'd asked him not to. But looking at this scene now...it's hard to see what possible other explanation there could be...
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo... ...the truth is absolute. You cannot see someone look one way, but follow their gaze another!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... Sorry. I, I had a feeling it was wrong.
Sholmes:
From where I'm standing, it was quite wrong. You appear to be out by a fair margin. ...Actually, no! You were out by a mile!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry...
Leads to:
"No one knows the workings of a man's mind better than his greatest friend, surely?"
Present bed
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma had placed a large book of law underneath his pillow. I believe he was going to consult that book in order to find a way to help you. ...Although I'm not quite sure how Japanese law would have been relevant, but still...
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo... ...the truth is absolute. You cannot see someone look one way, but follow their gaze another!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... Sorry. I, I had a feeling it was wrong.
Sholmes:
From where I'm standing, it was quite wrong. You appear to be out by a fair margin. ...Actually, no! You were out by a mile!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry...
Leads to:
"No one knows the workings of a man's mind better than his greatest friend, surely?"
Sholmes:
No one knows the workings of a man's mind better than his greatest friend, surely?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I knew him well. At the very least, I'm convinced of one thing: Kazuma wouldn't have just called a crewman or the captain in that situation.
Susato:
According to Miss Pavlova, Kazuma's exact words were: 'I could use another opinion here.'
Ryunosuke:
(Whose opinion was he hoping for? I feel sure I ought to know...) 
Ryunosuke:
Considering everything that had happened last night... ...certainly it may have looked as though Kazuma was going to ring the bell cord.
Sholmes:
Yes. However... ...what is directly beside the bell cord? The wardrobe.
Pavlova:
The...wardrobe...?
Sholmes:
And, more importantly, what was inside the wardrobe? The man's great friend. Sleeping soundly.
Pavlova:
Ah!
Susato:
Miss Pavlova, please, think back very carefully. What were Mr Asogi's exact words last night?
Give me a moment. I could use another opinion here...
Pavlova:
'Another opinion'...
Sholmes:
Yes, but not from a member of the crew. No, Mr Asogi intended to consult his close friend on the matter. To see if, between them, they might be able to help in some way, no doubt.
Pavlova:
Oh no...
Susato:
Sadly, we can't know the truth for certain now. It's too late for that. But I wish you had made sure of what Mr Asogi was looking at. Things may have ended very differently if you had.
Pavlova:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Miss Pavlova... I want to thank you for finally admitting the truth. But, unfortunately... ...the truth is, a man lost his life because of what you did. And that will never change. I hope you'll never forget that.
Pavlova:
I'm sorry... Really... I'm so, so sorry... What have I done...
And so, at long last... ...the mystery surrounding the tragic accident on the SS Burya... ...was finally laid to rest.
9th January, 7:14 p.m.
SS Burya, First-Class Cabin Passageway
Ryunosuke:
What will happen to Miss Pavlova now then?
Hosonaga:
Once we reach Great Britain, she'll be handed over to the British police at Scotland Yard.
Ryunosuke:
What about the fact that she ran away from Russia? Won't the Russians try to repatriate her?
Hosonaga:
Apparently the English detective can speak to the immigration office and sort all that out.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes can do that...?) So she won't be going back to Russia, then?
Hosonaga:
No, I don't think so. Even if she wanted to return in the future, I doubt she would be able to. She ran away, so now she's an exile for life.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Strogenov:
I'm sorry...
Ryunosuke:
Seaman Strogenov?
Strogenov:
I wanted to help our angel. No matter what. But...I didn't think about you. About how you lost good friend. I will go with Nina. I will give myself to British police.
Ryunosuke:
...That's kind of you. In the meantime...thank you for letting me go free again. Kazuma's death...feels like such a waste. But... Well...do what you can for Miss Pavlova, won't you?
Strogenov:
Da.
Hosonaga:
Well, I'm afraid you need to pack now. We're due to arrive in Hong Kong tomorrow. As much as it pains me... ...I'm going to have to hand you over to the consul to arrange your passage back to Japan.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes. (I did stow away, after all. I couldn't really expect any different.)
Hosonaga:
So, you should get back to your cabin now.
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like my study tour to Great Britain is over before it's even begun, then. To think that only days ago, Kazuma and I were laughing together about how we'd tear up the streets of London... That seems like a distant memory now.) ......... Oh...what's that? (Is it...someone weeping?)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...Susato-san?
Susato:
...! Naruhodo-san! I, I didn't know you had returned.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, erm, well...I haven't been back long. Inspector Hosonaga just told me I should pack. You know...ready to leave the ship tomorrow and all that.
Susato:
......... ......... I still...can't believe this has happened. I can't believe someone's life can be over, just like that.
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san...
Susato:
He had such grand ideas for this visit to Great Britain. So many dreams. And now they've been cruelly taken away. ...Just as he has. I thought I could never forgive the person responsible. But now... ...now we know the truth. That it was just an accident. Just a silly series of mishaps. It's too much, Naruhodo-san. It's just too much...
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, I know.
???:
I wish there was something...I could say...
Susato:
Inspector...
Hosonaga:
My duty was to see Asogi-san safely to Great Britain. But I failed. And caused his two closest friends great pain and suffering as a result. I've let everyone down. And I will do ANYTHING to make up for my terrible blunder!
Ryunosuke:
...Nobody blames you, Inspector. And I'm free again now, at leas- Huh?
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Surprised, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
What...is the meaning of this?!
Sholmes:
Oh, a trifling matter. Simply that in my head, I think I shall always picture you wearing those shackles. Without them, the balance seems all wrong. It's...distracting.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
So I decided to restore them. For old times' sake, shall we say? You are a stowaway, after all. Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(He thinks this is funny?!)
Susato:
Mr Sholmes... We do appreciate all your assistance. I'd like to thank you...from the bottom of my heart.
Sholmes:
Not at all, not at all. And though it's a little late, may I offer my sincere condolences? The loss of your companion is truly heartrending. I hope that you will be able to fulfil some of his aspirations in his honour.
Hosonaga:
I'm afraid that won't be possible. We shall be disembarking at the next port. In Hong Kong. We have to return to Japan and make a full report about everything that's happened.
Ryunosuke:
What? Wait a minute! It's just me that has to go back, isn't it? I mean, I was the stowaway!
Susato:
.........
Hosonaga:
The terms of this study tour were negotiated by the Department of Justice in both Great Britain and Japan. It was to be one lawyer and one assistant.
Ryunosuke:
'Was to be'?
Hosonaga:
In the light of Mr Asogi's unfortunate death... ...I'm afraid the study tour can no longer go ahead.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh no. I don't care for me, but... ...poor Susato-san.)
???:
My dear fellows, the majority of problems have an extremely simple solution, you know!
Sholmes:
All you require is one lawyer, and the study tour can continue, surely?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
But there is no one else with the necessary qualifications, Mr Sholmes. We know of no other lawyer.
Sholmes:
Qualifications, you say? Any qualifications obtained in your own country will be of little value in Great Britain, I'm afraid.
Susato:
Oh, but...
Sholmes:
But anyway, the voyage to London still promises a good month of time. Ample opportunity, I would say, to find yourselves another suitable lawyer.
Susato:
...Yes...
Ryunosuke:
......... Um...Miss Susato?
Susato:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Do you think perhaps...I might be able to do it?
Susato:
Ah!
Hosonaga:
But you're not a lawyer, Mr Naruhodo. Oh, unless... Are you studying law?
Ryunosuke:
No, I'm not, but-
Hosonaga:
I'm sorry. In that case, I don't think there's even a chance it could work.
Sholmes:
But as I said, there is still more than a month before we reach England's shores. Isn't that right, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I have a month in which to study! To learn what I must to become a lawyer in Great Britain.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo...
Hosonaga:
That's ridiculous! Are you seriously suggesting anybody could learn all of that in just forty days?
Ryunosuke:
There's only one way to find out! I would work my fingers to the bone, Inspector. Every single day. ...Will you let me try? And if, by the time we reach Great Britain, I haven't learnt enough to be recognised as a lawyer... ...I'll take whatever punishment is deemed appropriate.
Hosonaga:
But...why put yourself in such a difficult position?
Ryunosuke:
For Kazuma. He said that there was something he had to do in Great Britain. And that he would sacrifice anything to make it happen.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
He was passionate about it. I can't let all that passion just come to nothing. And anyway, it's for my own benefit, too. I will become a lawyer. I have to. ...What do you say, Miss Susato?
Susato:
......... ...I think it's a wonderful idea.
Ryunosuke:
(Thank you...)
Sholmes:
So...what does our bespectacled inspector friend say?
Hosonaga:
Are you serious?
Sholmes:
One lawyer and one assistant. The numbers are indisputable.
Hosonaga:
No no no! It's madness!
Sholmes:
Yet fascinating, wouldn't you agree?
Hosonaga:
'Fascinating'?
Sholmes:
Duty and rules are the dull routine of existence that we all abhor. Give us interest! Give us fascination!
Hosonaga:
Speak for yourself!
Sholmes:
Besides... ...qualifications are no measure of a man. What matters is his character...no?
Hosonaga:
...!
Sholmes:
And you've witnessed ample evidence of this man's exemplary character today with your own eyes. From the early hours of this morning until this very moment now. Despite contending with the passing of his close companion, and despite the accusation of guilt... ...this man has shown resourcefulness, intelligence and above all, courage.
Hosonaga:
......... Very well. I'll think of a clever way to word my report to the Department of Justice.
Ryunosuke:
Inspector!
Hosonaga:
After all, I did just make a promise, didn't I? I said that I'd do anything at all to make up for my shortcomings here.
Susato:
Oh, thank you, Inspector!
Hosonaga:
If you'll excuse me, I must pay a visit to the captain's quarters, I think. I need to discuss what to do next, and how best to make my report.
Susato:
Are you really prepared to attempt this, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm going to try. I wonder... ...would you consider teaching me what I need to know? Everything about being a lawyer?
Susato:
......... I would be delighted to help you! I AM a judicial assistant, after all!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you!
Susato:
And...Mr Naruhodo... ...I'd like you to take charge of this.
Ryunosuke:
What? Me?! ...Are you sure?
Susato:
I'm sure it's what Kazuma-sama would have wanted. Its name is 'Karuma'. It's a great sword, that's been in the Asogi clan for generations.
Ryunosuke:
...Very well, I accept. I'll treasure it always. So then, Miss Susato... ...it seems we'll be working together for some time to come yet!
Susato:
It will be an honour, Mr Naruhodo. And for the next forty days, I shan't grant you a single minute of freedom. We shall fill every spare moment with study!
Ryunosuke:
Yes! That's exactly what I need!
Susato:
But...before we begin... I have an earnest favour to ask of you, too.
Ryunosuke:
Goodness. ...What is it?
Susato:
......... Please throw me to the ground. Three times!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Susato:
I should never have doubted you. You were Kazuma-sama's closest friend. Of course you would never have done anything to hurt him. That should have been obvious to me from the start. But I allowed suspicion to get the better of me. And no matter how upset I was feeling...it was completely unforgivable behaviour.
Ryunosuke:
No! No, you were in shock. You'd just found out about me stowing away. And the cabin door was locked from the inside-
Susato:
No! I won't let you make excuses for me! Whatever the circumstances, I should never have thrown you! And not just once, but FIVE times!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (That number keeps creeping up, doesn't it?)
Susato:
Please, you must! Just take hold of me and throw me! Do it! Don't even think about it!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! I don't even know how! I've never thrown anyone in my life!
Sholmes:
Very wise, Mr Naruhodo. It isn't a skill one acquires without considerable training.
Susato:
Oh, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
I observed your throwing technique several times with great interest. I confess I was most impressed.
Ryunosuke:
(When did he see that?)
Sholmes:
I presume that would be a form of Japanese wrestling?
Susato:
Oh, well...in a way. It's not wrestling, but my own interpretation of an ancient jujutsu technique.
Ryunosuke:
Apparently it's called the Susato Takedown. It leaves your head swimming, believe me.
Sholmes:
Hm... How beguiling... I am a practitioner of the combative arts myself. I am a somewhat accomplished boxer.
Ryunosuke:
(There he goes, dancing around again...)
Sholmes:
I wonder if you'd be so kind as to instruct me on the technique of your arresting throw?
Susato:
......... Yes! I'd be honoured!
Sholmes:
Then let us not dally! Demonstrate, my dear madam!
Susato:
Oh! Of, of course! Are you ready, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
Haiiiiii-YA! ...As you can see, you throw from the abdomen.
Sholmes:
Oh yes, arresting indeed! And that is what you term the Susato Takedown, is it?
Susato:
Actually, no. That was a Susato Squash!
(In my groggy state of consciousness... ...a scene from an evening recently spent with Kazuma flickered into my mind...)
Ryunosuke:
...'Karuma'...?
Kazuma:
That's right. It's a prized sword that's been passed down through generations of the Asogi clan.
Ryunosuke:
I can't believe you managed to get permission to bring it with you! I mean, taking a katana on a study tour is more than a little irregular, surely?
Kazuma:
A Japanese man's sword is his soul, Ryunosuke. I can't be parted from my katana. Karuma guides me. I truly believe that.
Ryunosuke:
So its name compels its wielder to slice evil in two? Not that you would need much compelling...
Kazuma:
On that subject... ...there's something very important that I have to do in Great Britain. And I'll sacrifice anything to make it happen. I'd appreciate you seeing it through with me.
Ryunosuke:
Of, of course I will. Whatever it is, I'll see it through to the end with you.
Kazuma:
...I knew you wouldn't let me down.
(That important thing he had to do... I still don't know what that was. But I'm going to see the place for myself and work it out. In Great Britain's capital...London.)
End
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
I've investigated thoroughly, but... I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Ryunosuke:
Sholmes:
What precisely was your intention with that, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Just following the natural progression of the deduction! Sometimes the truth hurts!
Sholmes:
Well, the truth is, you do not have a turn for observation or deduction. ...Did that hurt?
Ryunosuke:
Yes... A lot...
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Ryunosuke:
Sholmes:
What spectacularly contrived logic led you to this mindless conclusion?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, um...it's supposed to be a 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular', so...I thought I'd contribute to the show!
Sholmes:
This is my show, Mr Naruhodo. Kindly perform any peculiar experiments on your own stage.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry.
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Ryunosuke:
Sholmes:
That 'deduction' was wanting in every way.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I was wanting you to hear it. I'm quite proud of it!
Sholmes:
I find myself wanting never to have heard it. I'm quite pained by it, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Sorry. I'll try again.
Too many errors during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular (during both Course Corrections)
Deduction Failed
I can see nothing.
Too many errors during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular (during chapter "Second Dance of Deduction")
Sholmes:
Hm... Sadly, Mr Naruhodo... ...despite being all about trifles, great deduction is no trifling matter. There is no place for guesswork.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry...
Sholmes:
I'm afraid you have developed a shocking habit for it. And it is quite destructive to the logical faculty. Reasoning is an art, and there are only so many times you can erase your work.
Ryunosuke:
(In other words, I need to think everything through again from the start...)
Susato:
Don't lose heart, Naruhodo-san. I believe in you. Those eyes of yours won't let you down. I'm sure they'll help you find the truth in the end!
Ryunosuke:
......... Right... I need to put trust in my own observational skills...
Leads back to:
"The key to this is the discrepancy in Miss Pavlova's story, I'm sure."
The Adventure of the Unspeakable Story
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Episode V
The Adventure of the Unspeakable Story
Anime cutscene
'It's coming!' Sholmes' cry pierced through the thick wall of fog around us. Wisps of vapour flowed over the pistol as I cocked it, and I waited breathlessly in the stillness. The silence lasted for what seemed an eternity until, at last, it appeared. From the shadows of the cloud, an enormous beast sprang out upon us. A hound it was, but not such a hound as any mortal has ever seen. Its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, the whole of its ox-sized body was outlined in white-hot flames. Its rumbling pant and hideous howl... So terrified was I that I began to tremble with fear. 'Look well, Wilson!' Sholmes declared, gazing upon the mystical beast. 'For this! This is the diabolical Hound of the Baskervilles!'
Our first two months in London passed by in a flash. In that disconcerting courtroom experience we were first thrown into on the day we arrived in the country... ...and in Soseki-san's terrible ordeal that had followed closely behind, we had emerged victorious. However... ...there then came an abrupt end to our opportunities to appear in court. Which was hardly surprising, of course... ...since I was nothing more than an amateur, an unknown student of law from a faraway land. So life in our little office was very quiet. That is... ...until it was shattered one day, by that fateful telegram...
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Ryunosuke:
These are the Scales of Justice. They're a symbol of the defence, aren't they?
Susato:
Yes, that's right. The scales are a symbol of fairness, to show that all are treated equally in the eyes of the law. And they're a warning to those who enter the courtroom without an impartial mind.
Ryunosuke:
But if they're the mark of the defence... ...it would be more auspicious if they were weighing more heavily on the 'not guilty' side, I think.
Susato:
......... Very impartial, I'm sure.
Inside of armband
Ryunosuke:
The lawyer's name is embroidered on the inside here, look. 'Kazuma Asogi'... This was his band, of course.
Susato:
He had his heart set on this study tour in Great Britain.
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure he would have found the truth he longed for here. (...But he lost his life before he even had the chance to see the place.)
Susato:
I have such a strong sense of his hopes and dreams when I look at this armband, though.
15th April, 9:13 a.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
*Knock knock knock*
That morning... ...I was woken by the unreserved knocking on the door by the telegram boy. But after he'd gone... ...Susato-san's behaviour became very obviously strange.
Ryunosuke:
Um...Susato-san?
Susato:
Yes! Is it time to leave for court already? Let me see... What case is it today?
Ryunosuke:
I...don't think I'm scheduled to defend anyone at the moment, am I?
Susato:
Oh! No, of course not. How silly of me.
Ryunosuke:
But I think Iris said she would make us breakfast this morning. So shall we go down to Mr Sholmes's suite?
Susato:
Yes! Iris makes the most delicious breakfast food. 
Ryunosuke:
She does, doesn't she?
Susato:
And once our bellies are full, we can leave for court in fighting fit form! Let me see... What case is it today?
Ryunosuke:
(Here we go again...)
Examine
Spade
Ryunosuke:
That spade has been in here since we started renting the place. 
Susato:
Oh, that's not a spade, Naruhodo-san. It's a shovel. 
Ryunosuke:
No, shovels are for digging. That's for scooping up loose material. It's a spade. 
Susato:
No, spades are for digging. That's for scooping up loose material. It's a shovel. 
Ryunosuke:
...I don't want to dig a hole for myself. So let's leave it.
Tea set
Ryunosuke:
So this is the tea set that Susato-san brought with her from Japan. Let's hope she hasn't noticed me slipping sugar and milk into my cup when she makes it. It's just so bitter!
Susato:
Tea is a drink to be enjoyed, Naruhodo-san. You really don't have to force yourself to drink it, you know. I don't like to see you screw up your face so!
Stove or kettle
Ryunosuke:
It's spring at last, and the weather is warmer now. But I love the smell of the fire and the steam rising from the kettle. 
Susato:
Oh, would you like some tea, Naruhodo-san?
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Susato-san, but I'm alright for now. (With the green tea Susato-san makes me from time to time and Iris's unique herbal infusions... ...this place is paradise for a true tea-lover.)
Susato:
Green tea is such a wonderful accompaniment to British teacakes, don't you think?
Desk in back
Ryunosuke:
We've only been here in London for about two months, but my desk is starting to look a little messy already. 
Susato:
You could tidy up once in a while!
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san, I always say... ...making a mess is a small sacrifice to pay for being able to further your studies. And time spent tidying up is time you can't devote to the same cause. 
Susato:
And time spent on ridiculous arguments is time that could be better spent on some simple housework. 
Ryunosuke:
......... (She wins. But I'm supposed to be the lawyer here...)
Daruma doll
Ryunosuke:
Ah, the daruma doll I brought with me from home. Still with only one eye coloured in. I said I'd colour the other eye once I won my first court case here in Britain, but...
Susato:
But you have won, haven't you? Twice, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Because I feel as though I'm still lacking as a lawyer. I tell you what. Why don't you colour the other eye in once you think I'm a proper, fully-fledged lawyer?
Susato:
If you insist!
Door
Ryunosuke:
Do you know, I've never seen inside your room there, Susato-san? I've never even peeped inside. 
Susato:
I, I should think so, too! A young maiden's private chamber is a place of bitter-sweet secrets, you know!
Ryunosuke:
(...Whatever you say, young maiden.)
Aquarium
Ryunosuke:
We were rather lucky to find that old 'aquarium' left behind here. The prawns we put in there are doing rather well. And the anemones, too. 
Susato:
It's a wonderful invention, isn't it? The sea, behind glass, inside your room... Another example of Great Britain's greatness! 
Ryunosuke:
Having to clean it out and change the water isn't so great, though, is it?
Desk in front
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, this must be the telegram. Let's see...)
Susato:
AAAGH!!! No! You mustn't look at that! Not under any circumstances!
Ryunosuke:
Al-Alright! I won't!
Susato:
I'm sorry, Naruhodo-san, but you can be very mischievous at times. 
Ryunosuke:
(Then put the telegram away, if you don't want people looking at it!)
Converse
The telegram
Ryunosuke:
So...what was it about? The telegram that was delivered this morning, I mean.
Susato:
Oh! A, a telegram? ...I don't know what you're talking about!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, but you're not going to get away with that.
Susato:
Well! ...I didn't think I would! ......... Actually, um... ...don't give it a moment's thought! It's...nothing. Nothing interesting. ...Boring, in fact! ...Ahem. It was just a boring old telegram!
Ryunosuke:
(...That's three times now that she's tried and failed to convince me it was nothing.)
Susato:
......... I promise that I'll tell you about it at some point.
Ryunosuke:
...Alright, I understand.
Soseki-san
Ryunosuke:
I suppose Soseki-san will have arrived back in Japan by now, won't he?
Susato:
Yes, I should think so. He left immediately after that terrible ordeal... ...which would mean he should have completed the voyage already, or be just a few days away.
Ryunosuke:
A fortnight ago we had that very long telegram from him, do you remember? Complaining of seasickness. But by and large, it seems the voyage has been going well. .........
Susato:
Is something wrong, Naruhodo-san?
Ryunosuke:
I was just wondering...what might have become of Soseki-san had he stayed in London, that's all.
Susato:
You mean...as regards Lord van Zieks? The Reaper?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. I can't help wondering if seasickness would have paled into insignificance in that case...
The Reaper (appears after "Soseki-san")
Ryunosuke:
What is it they say? That no one who stands in the dock can be saved from the Reaper...right? (Like the way that nightmarish trial ended on the very day we arrived in London...)
Susato:
Even two months on, the cause of that dreadful fire is still a mystery.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but at least Soseki-san is safely out of the country now. Presumably that means...
Susato:
...That the curse of the Reaper can only take effect within the confines of the city of London perhaps?
Ryunosuke:
Even if that's the case, it's little comfort. I have a terrible sense of foreboding.
Susato:
If the legend of the Reaper is to be believed, it would mean he wields the sword of justice himself.
Ryunosuke:
Come to think of it, I wonder what he's been up to these past two months. Surely...not wielding that sword against more acquitted defendants...
Susato:
No, I don't think so. Apparently, Lord Van Zieks hasn't appeared in court once since our last encounter.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Susato:
Yes, since Soseki-san's trial. He's...withdrawn from judicial service again, it seems.
Ryunosuke:
Really? (Just like before...when he wasn't seen in court at all for several years.) So, it's just been me who's had to face him in his recent spate of trials, then? Ugh...just my luck.
Susato:
......... I wonder if luck doesn't come into it.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What was that?
Susato:
Oh... Nothing. Never mind.
Present
Armband
Susato:
...It means a great deal to me, you know. That you cherish his armband so, and wear it each time you appear in court.
Ryunosuke:
Well, it's very important to me. It's what shows that I'm a lawyer. And...whenever I wear it, I feel as though it gives me strength...through Kazuma. I absolutely can't be without it. Especially when I'm at a critical point in a trial.
Susato:
But...just the other day I noticed you wearing it when we went to visit that park.
Ryunosuke:
...Sometimes I forget to take it off.
15th April
Sholmes's Suite
Iris:
Morning, Runo! Morning, Susie!
Susato:
Good morning, Iris!
Ryunosuke:
Um...Iris...
Iris:
What is it, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
What is that terrible noise? It sounds like a cat being strangled.
Iris:
Ah, yes... You noticed that, did you? Hurley isn't in the best form this morning, it seems. 
Sholmes:
Hello...
Susato:
Hello...Mr Sholmes.
Ryunosuke:
G-Good morning. 
Sholmes:
......... A good morning to die perhaps...
Ryunosuke:
...Has something happened, Mr Sholmes? You look miserable, and...the way you were playing the violin before...
Sholmes:
Hmph. My analytical mind is dead. Music is dead. The world...is dead. Damn this blanched existence! ...That's all it is, my dear fellow. Nothing of consequence. 
Susato:
I'm afraid I don't understand. 
Sholmes:
Well, Iris? Isn't it time we ate? Some dry toast and insipid coffee for me...if it's not too much trouble. 
???:
Miaow...
Ryunosuke:
Oh look, it's Wagahai. 
Susato:
Good morning, boy. 
Wagahai:
Miaow. 
Ryunosuke:
......... (That must be some sort of tiny door for cats to use. But how did it get there?)
Iris:
Well then, everyone, time for breakfast! 
Susato:
Oh, wonderful! Let me help you, Iris. 
Sholmes:
Ugh...it would indeed be a fine day to die...
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, I knew something looked different... Something's missing from Mr Sholmes's desk.)
Examine
Desk on left
Ryunosuke:
Look at Mr Sholmes's desk. It's completely clear. (Isn't that enormous machine usually on it?)
Susato:
We can never hope to understand what goes on in the great detective's mind, Mr Naruhodo. Why, next time we're invited, we may find he's vacated the entire suite! 
Ryunosuke:
(That's scarily plausible, actually...)
Shelves on left
Ryunosuke:
There's all sorts on these shelves: chemistry apparatus, books, papers and...lots of things I've never seen before. It's all heaped up so high, I can't help feeling that the whole lot is going to topple at any moment. 
Susato:
Oh, it's such a charmingly untidy collection of paraphernalia, isn't it? 
Ryunosuke:
It just looks messy to me, like my desk. 
Susato:
But you, Mr Naruhodo, must learn to tidy up after yourself! 
Ryunosuke:
(...No favouritism there then.)
Initials on wall
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, the letters 'V' and 'R' inscribed on the wall...in bullet holes. Isn't it the initials of the Queen or something?
Susato:
It's so delightful to see it in the flesh, having read about it in the stories! It was so inspiring! I've fired a hundred arrows into my own wall at home to make the character for 'Su' of Susato, you know.
Ryunosuke:
...Su...per? But perhaps there are some things the great detective does that you don't need to copy?
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
The fire's burning comfortingly in the grate again today. It's a very different feeling to a Japanese hibachi somehow. 
Susato:
Oh! Look at that photographic print of a lady displayed on the mantelpiece! Could it be...? Yes! It must be! It's the woman! Oh, how exciting!
Ryunosuke:
(...Is that supposed to mean something to me?)
Chest
Ryunosuke:
It looks like that huge metal chest is being used as a table for tea and coffee. It seems very sturdy, with an equally sturdy lock. 
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! You mustn't go around opening things! I always have to keep an eye on you, don't I? You're very mischievous. 
Ryunosuke:
(...How did you come to that conclusion?)
Iris Wilson
Wagahai
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume's cat seems to have settled in to his new home, then. 
Iris:
Oh yes! And I've become very attached to little Waggy. 
Sholmes:
Hmph. It would appear his previous owner is completely forgotten to him. Cats are unfeeling creatures. Their mews as empty as the hearts of the Muses. 
Iris:
If Mr Natsume had no intention of taking Waggy back to Japan, I wonder why he kept him in the first place. 
Ryunosuke:
I expect he would have taken him if he could. But pets are strictly forbidden aboard steamships in our experience. 
Susato:
And for good reason! Terrible things can happen if the rules of passage are not obeyed. 
Iris:
Well, I don't mind. Because Waggy is adorable!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, he really is. Oh yes, what about the door? I don't remember seeing that tiny thing in the main door before. Where did that come from? 
Iris:
Oh, you noticed? You are observant, Runo! Look! I used this! It's my latest invention! 
Ryunosuke:
What...what is that?
Iris:
I call it...the Cat-Flapomat!
Susato:
Gosh! A machine for making doors just for cats?
Iris:
That's right. It can make a cat flap for a little furry friend like Waggy in seconds! And it can do it in any door at all, no matter what it's made of! It's very powerful, you see. 
Ryunosuke:
...Wouldn't it have been quicker just to make the cat flap, rather than making a machine to make the cat flap?
Iris:
Well! Yes, maybe... But now I can make cat flaps anywhere I like!
Susato:
Oh, I think it's wonderful! You must make one for us in the door of our office upstairs, Iris!
Ryunosuke:
(She really knows how to come up with...unconventional inventions, this girl...)
Iris:
Hehehe!
Shelf to the right of fireplace
Ryunosuke:
These are all mementoes of Mr Sholmes's past cases, I think. If he'd been involved in my case, I wonder if the beef steak from La Carneval would be on display here... 
Susato:
A mystery shoe, a curious hammer, some mysterious dancing men, a bust of Napoleon... Aah, what an entrancing collection! 
Ryunosuke:
It looks like an untidy assortment of junk to me, rather like what's on my own shelves. 
Susato:
Well you really ought to learn to keep your things in order, Mr Naruhodo. 
Ryunosuke:
(...No, no favouritism there at all.)
Tea set on cart or table
Ryunosuke:
Iris's beautiful tea set is there on the table as usual. A cup of one of her special herbal blends always helps me to relax when I'm feeling the strain. 
Susato:
The English pastime of tea has many similarities with our own tea ceremony customs, don't you think? It's the idea of hospitality behind it! That's the essence of tea!
Blackboard
Ryunosuke:
This is where Iris notes down ideas, isn't it? Let's see...what does it say today? Ah, 'The Boscombe Valley Mystery'. 
Susato:
Ooh, how intriguing! It must be the title of Iris's latest work! Oh my! I wonder what fantastic tale awaits us! 
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san looks like an angel, but I bet she's dreaming of the most unsavoury crime you could imagine.) 
White shelf behind chandelier
Ryunosuke:
That's a charming little white shelf. And full of charming little bottles, too. ...But the contents of them aren't quite so charming, it seems. 
Susato:
Science is the future, Mr Naruhodo! You can't deny it! I'm saving my money so that I can buy some chemistry apparatus as well. 
Ryunosuke:
Law...chemistry...takedown throws... What diverse skills you boast, Miss Susato! 
Susato:
As useful as they are, I'm not sure that my throwing skills are worthy of inclusion in that list.
Typewriter or desk on right
Ryunosuke:
Come to think of it, I haven't seen Iris doing much writing recently. But there's paper already set up in the typewriter, look, as if she's about to start. 
Susato:
That reminds me, when I mentioned that Iris was in the process of writing a full-fledged novel... ...Mr Natsume was most impressed. 
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, Mr Natsume...
Susato:
'That's what I'll be doing, too, once I'm back in Japan!' he said through tightly clenched fists and teeth...
Converse
Wanting to die
Ryunosuke:
You seem to be very unhappy this morning, Mr Sholmes. What's happened? 
Sholmes:
......... ...It used to be the case...that in my hands... ...this violin sung like the dawn chorus. Its mellisonant tones would make flowers bloom.
Ryunosuke:
It would? 
Sholmes:
But now...the Muses are unamused with me. The goddesses of music have thrown me over.
Susato:
Whatever do you mean, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
For hours, I have bowed. For days, even. Through the night I have endeavoured, to no avail. That sound...my tone...is lost. That brilliant, clear, unwavering tone...gone forever! No more recitals of unbridled emotion! 
Iris:
Well, you haven't been practising much lately, have you, Hurley?
Ryunosuke:
Don't worry, I'm sure it will come back to you in time.
Sholmes:
Heed my words, Mr Naruhodo. The goddesses of the arts are fickle. One day they bestow genius on a man, the next they unmercifully withdraw it.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...dear.
Sholmes:
Argh! Why is this happening to me?! If they take the turn I have for the violin from me, what is left, for pity's safe? What is left?!
Ryunosuke:
......... (...Um, deduction perhaps? Isn't that what you're known for?)
The missing machine
Susato:
Mr Sholmes...I don't like to pry, but... ...your desk looks rather empty today.
Sholmes:
Ah...well done, Miss Susato. Your observational skills do you credit.
Susato:
Oh, no, Mr Sholmes. They pale into insignificance when compared to yours.
Ryunosuke:
(You'd struggle not to notice, wouldn't you?)
Iris:
You mean Hurley's Great Analytiscope? That's at Windibank's now.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? It's at a windy bank?
Iris:
No, Windibank's! The pawnbrokery!
Susato:
Pawn...? WHAAAT?!
Ryunosuke:
You mean you've pawned that enormous machine of yours?
Sholmes:
...It has some considerable value, you see. Quite undeservingly.
Susato:
But! ...Isn't it a very important machine for your work? I do wish you had consulted us if, if your situation had become so desperate. I should have gladly passed what little income I have to you.
Sholmes:
...Dear madam, things are far from desperate.
Susato:
But, but the pawnbroker has your wonderful machine! How can it be anything but desperate?
Sholmes:
...Making use of a pawnbrokery is quite ordinary here in London, I assure you.
Ryunosuke:
It is? It doesn't sound ordinary at all. 
Sholmes:
It would seem that neither of you fully understand how pawnbroking works.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... (What's to understand exactly?)
How pawnbroking works (appears after "The missing machine")
Ryunosuke:
Um, what did you mean when you said we didn't fully understand how pawnbroking works?
Sholmes:
To the people of London, pawnbrokeries are akin to banks.
Susato:
Banks?
Sholmes:
On Mondays, merchants relinquish their finest jackets and trappings to their pawnbroker of choice. With the money they receive in return, they are able to trade happily through the week.
Iris:
And then on Saturdays, they go to recover their things using the money they've earnt.
Susato:
I had no idea! This has been a fascinating lesson for us!
Iris:
Everyone does it, you see. Especially people in Inner London.
Sholmes:
And should they have money to spare, they would purchase another fine jacket. Not to wear, obviously. But to pawn, should the need arise.
Susato:
Oh! How ingenious!
Iris:
So whenever we have something that's getting in the way, we leave it at Windibank's, you see.
Sholmes:
A pawnbrokery can be thought of as an extremely secure vault.
Ryunosuke:
(Who would have thought that even pawnbrokers are different here in Great Britain?)
Iris:
Of course, you have to watch Hurley with it. Sometimes he pawns things he really shouldn't. ...Don't you, Hurley?
Sholmes:
......... What does it matter? The world is dead to me now...
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, could I ask for your opinion about this?
Sholmes:
......... You lure me to raise my languid head with the promise of some mental exaltation... ...yet in my morbid depression, I am confronted with the most mundane of problems.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Sholmes:
My mind finds greater stimulation in the unforgiving monotony of the floor than in your miserable offering.
Ryunosuke:
(...Always glad to help.)
Sholmes:
Oh, my head weighs heavy on my shoulders...
After clearing all Converse options with Herlock Sholmes and Iris Wilson:
MIIIAAOWWW!
Susato:
Oh! What was that?
Ryunosuke:
Wagahai?
*Clatter clatter* *Screeeeeech...*
Susato:
.........
Sholmes:
What was that?
Iris:
Oh no! Wagahai's tangled up in your violin!
Susato:
I think he thinks it's a toy!
Ryunosuke:
No! (What's he doing to it?!)
Susato:
Oh dear... Mr Sholmes's precious violin...
Sholes:
...Why should I care?
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
I shouldn't be surprised... ...if the cat is a more accomplished musician than I now.
Susato:
...Mr Sholmes really is in poor spirits, isn't he?
Iris:
Well anyway, I'll put it back where it lives, shall I, Hurley?
Ryunosuke:
Out of the cat's reach, if possible. (Maybe we should assess the damage...)
Examine
"Violin"
Ryunosuke:
So this is the violin, is it?
Sholmes:
It's a Stradivarius. One of the finest violins in the world, made by the renowned Italian luthier, Antonio Stradivari.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I, I see... (It...doesn't really look like anything special to me.)
Sholmes:
I happened upon it covered in dust, languishing in a pawn shop down a nondescript back alley. The broker had no idea of its value, so I was able to purchase it for a mere fifty-five shillings.
Ryunosuke:
(...How honourable of you.)
Sholmes:
And, until today, it has been my faithful companion in every great Paganini-inspired performance I have made! I ask you, is there reason to live in a world devoid of music? To tolerate this blanched existence? ...No! There is none!
Susato:
......... Um, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
What, dear madam, what?! My thoughts are preoccupied with fancies of release from this dull routine!
Susato:
Well, it's about the violin. It looks...very different to normal, don't you think?
Sholmes:
Hm?
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, Miss Susato?
Iris:
Oh! Susie's right! Yes... The tone of the wood is completely different!
Susato:
And that's not all! I'm sure there was no crack here before!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! It's...not even the right size, is it?
Sholmes:
What's this...?
Susato:
......... I'm terribly sorry to have to tell you this, Mr Sholmes, but... ...that instrument isn't a violin at all.
Sholmes:
Then, what...?!
Susato:
I believe... ...it's an entirely different instrument, called a 'viola'!
Sholmes:
Wha...wha...wha... WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Susato:
Oh, Mr Sholmes! Are you alright?
Sholmes:
You're right! You are quite right! This isn't my faithful Stradivarius! So what, pray, is this piece of stringed flotsam?!
Ryunosuke:
(Not your faithful performing partner, then?)
Iris:
Ah, I see what must have happened.
Ryunosuke:
You do, Iris?
Iris:
This is just a simple mix-up.
Ryunosuke:
(It sounds like Iris might be able to tell us exactly what's happened if we ask her.)
"Violin" (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
So this isn't actually your violin at all then, is it?
Sholmes:
It is nobody's 'violin', my dear fellow. It's a viola.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Mr Sholmes. He won't even look up from the floor now.)
Susato:
Wagahai is over here with his hackles up, just waiting for a chance to pounce on it again.
Iris:
I'm starting to feel quite sorry for the beaten up little viola.
Iris Wilson
Mix-up (appears after examining "violin")
Ryunosuke:
What did you mean by a mix-up, Iris?
Iris:
Well, you see, this violin- Sorry, this viola, I mean... ...was at Windibank's until last week.
Susato:
At...at the pawnbroker's?
Ryunosuke:
Not Mr Sholmes's beloved musical partner!
Sholmes:
There is a proverb from the East with which you are no doubt familiar, my dear fellows: 'Always let a beloved child travel.'
Susato:
Yes, indeed.
Ryunosuke:
So you sent your beloved violin to the pawnbroker's in the hope that it would experience personal growth?
Susato:
Oh, what a wonderful idea!
Sholmes:
Last week I pawned my Great Analytiscope in order to release my precious instrument. But it would appear Mr Windibank mistakenly furnished me with this tawdry fiddle instead. But my ears cannot be deceived by the hollow timbre of this piece of timber!
Ryunosuke:
...No, but your every sense was deceived by the fact that it just had strings.
Sholmes:
Pshaw, a fine state of affairs this is! And why I always say, Mr Naruhodo: Never trust a pawnbroker! They will try to fiddle you every time!
Susato:
But earlier you told us that you could think of a pawnbrokery as 'an extremely secure vault'...
After examining "violin" and clearing all Converse options with Iris Wilson:
Sholmes:
Come, Mr Naruhodo! Dilly-dallying will get you nowhere!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
Crunching your toast with that vacant aspect... Fressing your coffee so obtusely... Are you not a little embarrassed by your own conduct, considering the urgency with which we are faced?
Susato:
We must visit Mr Windibank's brokery at once! That's right, isn't it, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Precisely, Miss Susato. Without a moment's delay!
Ryunosuke:
But, but I haven't finished my bacon and eggs...
Sholmes:
My dear fellow! Surely you do not still intend... ...to crunch your bacon with an increasingly vacant aspect? To fress your egg ever more obtusely?
Ryunosuke:
Alright, alright, say no more! Let's go then.
Iris:
Don't worry, Runo, I'd be happy to heat it up for you again later.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, thank you, Iris. (As it happens, I am rather curious to see what a British pawnbroker's looks like.)
Converse
Any option
Ryunosuke:
Um, I was wondering, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
This is no time for wondering, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Sholmes:
Tut tut, your furtive glance betrays you, my dear fellow. You stole a brief look at the remnants of the omelette over there, did you not?
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Sholmes:
I must say, you astound me with your insatiable appetite.
Ryunosuke:
But, I really wasn't looking...
Sholmes:
Even as the words issue from your mouth, your eyes veritably devour the remaining rasher of bacon! You are quite true to form this morning, I see!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, please! Try to remember the urgency of the matter at hand!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I, I know. We're all about to pay a visit to the pawnbroker's. I'm really not trying to delay us!
Sholmes:
And yet I would give odds of a thousand to one that within the next five seconds... ...your eyes will settle thirstily on the last few drops of coffee in the cup over there!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Why does he have to deduce everything so correctly all of a sudden?)
Iris:
Hahaha! This is fun! Runo's eyes are as big as saucers!
Ryunosuke:
...Please can we go to the pawnbroker's now? Before I run out of safe places to look?
Iris:
Yes, I think that's an excellent idea!
Present
Anything
Sholmes:
I must stop you there, Mr Naruhodo. Unofficial, I may be, but I am nevertheless a professional. I couldn't examine such a humdrum item... ...for anything less than five pounds.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. No, I didn't really want you to examine it. I just wanted to ask if-
Sholmes:
My dear fellow! As a professional consulting detective, I couldn't possibly venture an opinion... ...for anything less than five pounds.
Susato:
...Are you perhaps hoping to purchase a new telescope in the near future, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Indeed I am. As you know, it has long been an ambition of mine to discover a new star and name it for myself.
Ryunosuke:
...Because your earthly stardom isn't enough.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Converse
What to do
Susato:
Can it really be that we've been in Great Britain for two months already?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's gone by in a flash, hasn't it?
Susato:
And what an English gentleman you've...
Ryunosuke:
...You trailed off there, Susato-san.
Susato:
I'm so sorry. When I thought it through, I realised it's not at all true, actually. I simply don't feel that any Britishness has really rubbed off on you.
Ryunosuke:
Nor you, to be honest.
Susato:
Well, well that's obviously because...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. Without a doubt, it's your kimono. It most certainly stands out.
Susato:
I do adore the attire of English ladies. It's quite delightful. But somehow...I just don't feel ready to abandon my Japanese dress just yet.
Ryunosuke:
(I wonder how Susato-san would look in Western clothes? That would be interesting to see.)
Baker Street
Examine
Pawnbrokery
Ryunosuke:
Look at all the different things in the window of this shop!
Susato:
Ah, that's Windibank's, the pawnbrokery.
Ryunosuke:
It looks much smarter than a pawnbroker's in Japan, doesn't it?
Susato:
Yes, you're right. I find pawnshops at home rather inapproachable, personally.
Ryunosuke:
It reminds me of tearfully parting with my favourite fountain pen. I felt so miserable.
Susato:
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, Mr Naruhodo.
Sholmes' office
Ryunosuke:
It's already been two months since we started taking lodgings here above Mr Sholmes's office. (I still can't quite believe it. I never expected things would turn out like this.)
Susato:
Oh, I know! To actually be sharing accommodation with the world's greatest detective! If I ever find myself before a court of law now, I will have not one regret!
Ryunosuke:
I...don't know what you're talking about. But I'd be happy to defend you, of course.
15th April
Windibank's Pawnbrokery
Ryunosuke:
So this...is a British pawnbrokery...
Susato:
Oh my! There are all sorts of tools and contraptions in here that I've never laid eyes on before!
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, Susato-san...and that spark of wonder in your eyes. You can't wait to scour the shelves, can you?) I get the impression you enjoy places like this?
Susato:
Oh yes! I don't know why, but seeing such a lot of things I don't understand is a real thrill for me!
Sholmes:
My dear fellows...let us not forget why we are here.
Susato:
Oh! Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
We are calling on matters of business, not pleasure.
Ryunosuke:
(And clearly Mr Sholmes means business, too, judging from the spark of fury in HIS eyes.)
Windibank:
Ah, Mr Sholmes, sir! Welcome back!
Sholmes:
...Did you hear that brazen welcome?
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes. We are potential customers, after all.
Sholmes:
We are disgruntled customers, Mr Naruhodo. And it's time to inform Mr Windibank of our ire. Come! The fight is afoot!
Examine
Anything
Sholmes:
What are you doing, my dear fellows? We are not here to browse for interesting curios. We have come to teach this broker a lesson!
Susato:
Oh, but there are just so many fascinating items...
Ryunosuke:
It looks as though we'll have to talk to Mr Windibank first before you can explore in here, Miss Susato.
Converse
Violin
Sholmes:
Naturally, you will recall this...which I retrieved from you some days ago.
Windibank:
Yeees.
Sholmes:
This second-rate fiddle is not my faithful instrument, Mr Windibank! The colour of the wood is different! It has holes in it! It's not even the same size!
Susato:
A wonderful summary of our observations, Mr Sholmes.
Windibank:
......... I'm, I'm sooo very sorry, sir! How utterly unforgivable of me! An inexcusable mistake for a pawnbroker! There is only one way to make amends... I shall have to take my own life!
Sholmes:
......... I...don't think that will be necessary, do you?
Windibank:
If I may just say one thing, before I...pop off...
Sholmes:
Ah. Yes?
Windibank:
It was you, sir, Mr Sholmes, who took it upon himself to remove the item the other day...I believe...
Sholmes:
Sorry?
Windibank:
As I recall, I entered the storeroom to fetch your violin, when I heard, 'Ah, here it is!'
Sholmes:
You did?
Windibank:
And when I turned to controvert you, you had taken the viola and left, sir.
Sholmes:
.........
Windibank:
However! There can be no doubt that the blame lies firmly at my own door for allowing you to leave. So I shall not grumble or grouse any longer. May this guilt die with me!
Sholmes:
No no no! Stop, my dear fellow! The fault is mine!
Windibank:
......... Phew.
Susato:
...It would appear that the 'fight' is over.
Sholmes:
I do humbly apologise, Mr Windibank. Evidently my questionable disposition precipitated this tragedy.
Windibank:
Well, you wouldn't be Mr Herlock Sholmes without that... questionable disposition now, would you?
Sholmes:
Haha, I do believe you may be right, sir. Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
...It's either laugh or cry, I suppose.
Windibank:
You are, it must be said, one of my more challenging customers. I needn't remind you of the peculiar  collection of items you've brought through my door in the past.
Susato:
Oh? Peculiar items?
Windibank:
In the extreme, ma'am. For example... ...the unpublished manuscript of an eponymous work. 'The Novels of Herlock Sholmes' or some such.
Susato:
Oh my! A new, full-fledged novel?! And, unpublished?! A story I have yet to read, you mean?!
Windibank:
AAAAAAGH! Forgive me!
Susato:
Wait! Before you die! You must tell me more!
Unpublished story (appears after "Violin")
Susato:
I must know more! Tell me everything!
Ryunosuke:
(Wow, Susato-san is really fired up now.)
Susato:
Is there really an, an unpublished story...under this very roof?!
Windibank:
Well, one day the gentleman here brought in an old metal chest, you see.
Sholmes:
I should like to entrust this to your care for a while, Mr Windibank.
Windibank:
Hm...for a chest like that...one shilling, sir. Not a farthing more.
Sholmes:
It houses something of very great value indeed. The latest manuscript...recounting the adventures of one Mr Herlock Sholmes!
Windibank:
I beg your pardon?! A manuscript?! You wish to deposit a manuscript?
Sholmes:
Indeed I do. For I am confident it will be quite safe here.
Windibank:
And that was that. As such, Mr Sholmes's latest tale of otherworldly mystery lies dormant in my storeroom.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes! Is that really true?!
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(...Do I sense that someone doesn't want to talk about this?)
Sholmes:
I continue to pay your fee, do I not? Then kindly continue to store my belongings...securely.
Windibank:
Of course, sir, of course! They're safe and sound with me, I assure you. ...On my life!
Ryunosuke:
(This is all very strange...)
Pawnbrokery
Ryunosuke:
I wonder, could I ask you something?
Windibank:
Ah, a gentleman from the East, I see. Yes, that sable suit... I suppose I could offer you sixpence for it. Without wishing to offend, the tone is somewhat...dull. 
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Windibank:
Ah-ha! But for your splendid attire, ma'am...five guineas, no less! The colours are exquisite! The design, exotic! Eastern artistry at its finest, may I say!
Susato:
Oh my! Five guineas, you say? How interesting!
Ryunosuke:
(...Why do I feel as though I've suffered some sort of defeat here?) Actually, I was hoping to ask you about your business. I've heard it said that pawnbrokeries are used rather like banks here in London.
Windibank:
Yes, sir, indeed. Many of my customers utilise the establishment as you describe. I appraise their items, and offer them a proportionate loan and two months of secure stowage. If, in that time, they repay the original sum to me plus the agreed interest, their items are happily returned.
Susato:
But what happens if they don't pay you the money?
Windibank:
Then the items are offered for sale in my shop. As you can see on the shelves behind me.
Susato:
So you never sell items before the two months has passed, then?
Windibank:
That's right, ma'am, that's right! Which means some considerable responsibility rests on my shoulders. Should a customer's precious belongings be lost, the only recompense is for me to end it all!
Sholmes:
The very idea, Mr Windibank, is an absurdity. One should never talk of one's demise so casually.
Ryunosuke:
(...Says the man who was telling us all it was a good day to die only this morning.)
Sholmes:
And let us not forget that I have already helped you take measures to ensure such a tragedy never occurs.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, what sort of measures?
Sholmes:
I engineered a simple device, which Mr Windibank has installed here in his shop. I call it...the Red-Handed Recorder! Is that not so, Mr Windibank?
Windibank:
...Haaahhh.
Ryunosuke:
(What was that deep sigh about?)
Red-Handed Recorder (appears after "Pawnbrokery")
Ryunosuke:
What on earth is a 'Red-Handed Recorder'?
Sholmes:
Use your eyes, my dear fellow. There are two just below the ceiling.
Susato:
I...can see what appears to be a camera attached to some sort of timing device.
Sholmes:
Very astute! It is indeed a camera, furnished with some hundred pieces of celluloid film. And every thirty minutes precisely, the camera automatically records the appearance of the shop.
Windibank:
Here, I have an example I can show you...
Sholmes:
Ah yes, a print from the camera set to record the activity at the shop counter. I developed a special type of film so sensitive, it produces a crystal-clear image even in darkness.
Ryunosuke:
Really? That's...extraordinary.
Susato:
Yes, you can clearly see the counter and the door behind it, look.
Sholmes:
So you see, were someone to enter the premises with ill intent, his identity would be summarily exposed.
Susato:
But...did you not say that the photographic prints were taken at thirty-minute intervals?
Sholmes:
Indeed, as you say, my dear madam.
Susato:
Then what if the incident were to occur in between times?
Sholmes:
One could only say...that would be a cruel twist of fate!
Windibank:
Hmmm... I must confess your devices have been giving me some cause for distress of late.
Sholmes:
I beg your pardon, Mr Windibank? Surely they are anything but distressing. Reassuring is the word!
Windibank:
It's the cost of the film, sir. You most graciously placed not one, but two cameras in my shop, after all. Which means I must pay for nigh on one hundred utterly useless prints every single day. I'm afraid the cost of the film will break me before I'm very much older.
Sholmes:
......... Nevertheless, a small price to pay to ensure the safety of my preferred pawnbrokery, no? My dear fellows! We verge on an age where safety and security come at a price.
Windibank:
Oh! Heaven help us!
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Windibank, about this...
Windibank:
Hm, let me see... I'll give you tuppence for it.
Ryunosuke:
No no! I don't want to pawn it!
After clearing all Converse options:
Windibank:
Now then, Mr Sholmes, allow me to return your precious violin.
Sholmes:
Ah, the very thing! Thank you, Mr Windibank.
Windibank:
Perhaps this might mark the end of the peculiar items you try to pop, hm? Because if anything were to happen to one of them... ...this would be the only answer!
Ryunosuke:
Um, I really think you ought to stop waving that gun around. Someone could get hurt.
Windibank:
Fear not!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Windibank:
I've only loaded a single bullet, so no one but myself could possibly be harmed!
Ryunosuke:
(That's...not really what I meant.)
Sholmes:
Good day to you then, Mr Windibank.
Windibank:
It's been a pleasure as always, Mr Sholmes!
Susato:
So, Mr Naruhodo! Now we can explore at last!
Examine
Counter
Susato:
Look at that enormous ledger open on the counter there.
Sholmes:
Mr Windibank is, if nothing else, very particular about recording the items he accepts.
Ryunosuke:
He'd have to be. Otherwise he'd get himself into all sorts of trouble. (Which might explain the thing that catches my eye far more than the ledger... This revolver here.)
Sholmes:
Do not entertain even a single thought of pilfering an article herein, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Sholmes:
I assure you, Mr Windibank would not hesitate to draw that weapon with a speed belying his portly size.
Susato:
Oh! You, you don't mean he'd...
Sholmes:
...Blow his brains out? Indeed. In recompense for his blunder.
Susato:
......... Oh my... But in any case, of course we would never do such a thing! How could you even suggest it?
Curtain or side door
Ryunosuke:
(There seems to be a little door hidden behind that curtain there.)
Sholmes:
That leads to the storage room. Where Mr Windibank keeps articles that are currently in pawn.
Susato:
Ah, I see.
Sholmes:
There's nothing of particular interest inside. I certainly wouldn't recommend any larcenous activity.
Ryunosuke:
Recommended or not, it's not something I tend to do.
Sholmes:
There is but one key. And Mr Windibank keeps it in his pocket at all times. Before he sleeps, he places it into a small pot, which he slides under his pillow.
Windibank:
How, how on earth do you know about that, Mr Sholmes?!
Sholmes:
I am a detective, sir. It is my business to know what others do not. I am frequently assailed by information that I neither care for, nor wish to retain.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes...you are a wonder!
Ryunosuke:
(...And the prime suspect if this pawnbrokery is ever burgled.)
Brown machine on left
Susato:
Look at this! What could this lovely, big, shiny box be?
Sholmes:
That, my dear madam, is a music box. Surely you have such things in your own country?
Susato:
Oh my! Yes, but I've certainly never seen one so large before!
Sholmes:
Shall we listen a while?
Susato:
Ah...what a sublime sound... It's like the music of angels.
Ryunosuke:
I've never heard anything like it before in my life.
Sholmes:
This particular specimen is of the larger variety, commonly found in public houses and restaurants. There is a metal disk inside on which the notes to be played are recorded. Simply by replacing the disk with another, any music you care to imagine can be played.
Susato:
My goodness! What a simply delightful machine!
Sholmes:
Indeed. Though their popularity has waned recently with the development of the gramophone, of course.
Susato:
Haaah... Science and technology advance at such an overwhelming pace...
Shelves
Susato:
What an assortment of things there are on these shelves here. Crockery, footwear, clocks and watches... Almost anything you care to imagine!
Sholmes:
Those are forfeited items, offered for sale by the pawnbroker.
Ryunosuke:
What does that really mean, though?
Sholmes:
When you pawn - or colloquially 'pop' - an item, the broker loans you money against its worth. He stores the item for an agreed period of time, after which the loan must be repaid. If not... ...he is free to display it in his shop for sale, at a price of his choosing.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. Now you've explained it, I'm noticing little price tags on everything.
Sholmes:
Of course, simply by paying the agreed interest on the loan, one can extend the period of safekeeping. So you may pawn that black garb of yours without fear, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
My treasured university uniform? Never! It embodies my student spirit!
Brown machine on right
Susato:
Now what do you suppose this rather enormous machine does?
Ryunosuke:
It...seems to have two little windows for looking through.
Sholmes:
Allow me to enlighten you, my dear fellows. What you are looking at is a stereoscope.
Susato:
A stereosc... Fascinating!
Sholmes:
It is aptly named, I assure you. Look through the eyepieces and see for yourself.
Susato:
Oh, I should be delighted to! Excuse me a moment, while I just have a look...
Sholmes:
Just before you do, there is something I should point out. My dear fellows... In order to see the image properly - stereoscopically, as it were - you will need to be cross-eyed. However, if that is beyond you, it is of little consequence today.
Susato:
Alright then, I'm going to try it. AAAAAAAAAH!!! Mr Naruhodo! You must see! At once!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, al-alright then... So, I need to be cross-eyed. Like I'm trying to look at my own nose... ...What the...?! I, I don't believe it! It's just a photographic print, but...it seems like you could reach out and touch it!
Sholmes:
Yes, the sense of depth is startling, is it not? Stereoscopes are one of London's many fads. They are often found in little stalls in the park. People queue for hours to see them.
Susato:
Why?! Why are people meddling with such black magic?!
Sholmes:
It is no magic, my dear madam. It is...well... ...far too complicated to explain at present. We shall save this lesson for another day.
Susato:
Oh...
Machine in foreground
Susato:
Look at this! Whatever could it be used for?
Ryunosuke:
Um... Erm... I have no idea.
Susato:
...Ah. There's a small catch just here, look.
Ryunosuke:
......... ...We're going to open it, aren't we?
Susato:
Oh my! That's amazing! It has some sort of spring-loaded mechanism!
Ryunosuke:
(...Which we'll never manage to put back to the way it was before.)
Sholmes:
Hm? What are you two doing?
Ryunosuke:
What? Us? Nothing! No no, nothing at all! (Whatever this device is, it seems to have a pair of little windows to look through. I feel as though I've seen something rather similar to this elsewhere...)
Globes outside door
Susato:
Three globes of gold... Is that some sort of charm?
Sholmes:
Dear me, have you not seen that sign before?
Ryunosuke:
No, never.
Sholmes:
The three golden balls are, in Great Britain at least, the universal sign of a pawnbrokery. There are more than seven hundred such establishments in the capital, all showing this same sign.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see.
Sholmes:
Haah... I had not imagined your ignorance was so profound.
Susato:
Oh... Well, what is the significance of the three golden balls then? Does it have some special meaning?
Sholmes:
......... That is entirely unimportant here, dear madam. Irrelevant, even.
Ryunosuke:
(...You mean you don't know.)
Calendar
Ryunosuke:
That's not a calendar you could easily miss, is it? (15th April... Today's date.)
Windibank:
Yes, that's not for sale, I must point out. It is an Eastern-style page-a-day calendar. Every night at midnight, I tear off the front page to reveal the following day's date.
Sholmes:
The perfect calendar for a tearaway fellow such as yourself, Mr Windibank.
Ryunosuke:
(...And who was it who walked out of here with the wrong violin before?)
Windibank:
Well, when the agreed storage period has passed without repayment, articles are forfeited, you see. So I have to keep a close eye on the date. It's something of a pawnbroker's obsession, you might say.
Susato:
Oh yes. I can see you're very dedicated to your job.
After examining brown machine on left, shelves, brown machine on right, machine in foreground, and calendar:
???:
Wot?! Only tuppence for it? That ain't fair, and you know it!
???:
That article is barely worth a penny, miss. I cannot offer more.
Ryunosuke:
(Sounds like there's an argument brewing over by the counter.)
???:
Come on, that can't be right! 'Ave you even 'ad a proper butcher's at it?
???:
I've seen all I need to see, young girl!
Ryunosuke:
Wait, don't we know...? (I'm sure I recognise her.)
Susato:
Oh! Yes! It's the young lady...from Mr McGilded's trial two months ago!
McGilded:
Her name is Gina Lestrade, My Lord. She's a chancer. Earns her crust among large crowds, relievin' people of their purses. What's commonly called a pickpocket.
Gina:
......... Gordon Bennett! You lot!
Susato:
Hello, Miss Lestrade. I hope you've been well.
Gina:
Eh?! Wot, you remember me then, do ya?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I remember being completely surrounded by smoke, that's for sure.
Gina:
So...wot are you doin' in 'ere? Down and out, like the rest of us? Nuffin' to eat? Come to pop that black weasel - sorry, 'coat' - 'ave ya?
Ryunosuke:
(...What is it about this black uniform that makes everyone comment on it?)
Sholmes:
Ah, good day. Unless I'm much mistaken... ...you would be the young pickpocket who stole our experimental smoke grenade launcher.
Gina:
Agh! Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
So...you have something of value to pawn, do you? Allow me to see the article, and I shall negotiate with Mr Windibank on your behalf.
Gina:
Pull the other one! I don't need no 'elp from some stuck-up dee! Get outta my business! Go on, or I'll make trouble for ya!
Sholmes:
As you wish, Miss Lestrade. I will happily remove myself from your presence.
Ryunosuke:
(He's really done it. He's gone.)
Windibank:
I'm sorry, but as I said, there really is no room for negotiation here.
Ryunosuke:
(What is that thing he has in his hand? Some kind of metal disk?)
Gina:
And you! Go on! Leave me alone!
Susato:
Oh, Miss Lestrade, just pretend we aren't here. We shan't be offended in the slightest.
Gina:
.........
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san can really stand her ground when she wants to.)
Gina:
Wotever...
Examine
Pop Windibank
Miss Lestrade's disk
Susato:
Mr Windibank, what exactly is this metal disk that Miss Lestrade has brought in? It seems to have hundreds of tiny little bumps on its surface...
Windibank:
Ah, this is a music disk, you see. For use inside a music box.
Ryunosuke:
In a music box?
Gina:
Wot, you don't even know wot a music box is? Tsk, you Eastern lot ain't too savvy, eh?
Ryunosuke:
...I know what a music box is. I've just never seen one of these disks before.
Windibank:
The small protrusions on the metal disk encode the tune to be played by the music box. You simply insert the disk and set the machine going, and beautiful music plays!
Susato:
It's so incredible! Tell us, what tune is on this disk?
Windibank:
Well...I'm afraid I couldn't tell you that. There are so many different types of music box, you see. British-made, German, Swiss... I have no way of knowing which particular machine this disk was made for.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see.
Windibank:
And that's it in a nutshell. I wouldn't have any customers for an item like this, even if the young lady forfeited it. Really I'm already offering more than I should at a penny.
Gina:
That's a packet o' lies! 'E told me, 'e did! 'E said it was...well... .........
Ryunosuke:
'He'? Who?
Gina:
Never you mind! It just ain't right, that's all! That disk's worth good money, I know it is!
Windibank:
Well then...you'll have to try your luck at another pawnbroker's, won't you?
Gina:
Argh!
Gina Lestrade
Windibank:
She's been in before, of course, this little tatterdemalion.
Ryunosuke:
I see.
Windibank:
And brought some dubious article or other with her every single time, I might add.
Gina:
Dubious? Wot are you tryin' to say? I'm an 'onest customer, me!
Ryunosuke:
So...is there something dubious about the disk she brought in today?
Windibank:
Well, if only it were that simple.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What do you mean?
Windibank:
What she actually brought in was a storage ticket.
Susato:
Ah, a storage ticket. So... ...Miss Lestrade has actually come to redeem an article from you today, is that right?
Gina:
Yeah, that's right. ...A girl like me 'as a lot of stuff wot needs storin'...
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, yes, that's definitely dubious...)
Windibank:
The article in question would have been forfeited at midnight tonight. But as she gave me the ticket for it, and repaid both the loan and the interest... ...I was obliged to return the article to her.
Susato:
But what was the article? Do tell us, Mr Windibank.
Windibank:
The little scamp is wearing it, ma'am. It's the overcoat that she redeemed.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Gina:
Wot?! Wot's wrong wiv that? It fits, don't it? I mean, it's mine, so...'course it does!
Susato:
So what about the disk, then? How does that come into all this?
Windibank:
Ah, the disk is something else. A new article to pawn, if the girl and I can agree a price.
New article to pawn (appears after "Gina Lestrade")
Ryunosuke:
I'm confused. I thought you said that Miss Lestrade brought in a storage ticket today.
Windibank:
It's really quite simple. Yes, the child brought me a storage ticket and the money owed on it, as you say.
Ryunosuke:
For this heavy, black coat, which you returned to her care, as I'd understood it.
Windibank:
That's right, yes. And rather unsurprisingly, as soon as the little ragamuffin put the thing on... ...she went rifling through the pockets.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, you mean...?
Gina:
Wot?! Don't know it's rude to stare at a lady?
Susato:
Ah, I see! So it came from the pocket of the overcoat, did it?
Windibank:
If you mean this disk, then yes, exactly, ma'am.
Susato:
And she immediately tried to pawn it...
Ryunosuke:
For quite a high price as well... (This is all rather suspicious, I think.)
Gina:
Give it up! I'm just tryin' to pawn somefin' like anyone else would.
Susato:
Miss Lestrade, may I ask who deposited the overcoat here in the first place?
Gina:
Um...well...me...
Ryunosuke:
It...doesn't really appear to be your size.
Gina:
Me old man! It's me old man's, ain't it?
Susato:
Is it...Miss Lestrade?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, this is definitely all rather suspicious...)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Look at Mr Windibank, watching diligently over his shop. There are still so many things I'm curious about.
Susato:
I don't believe this is a time for browsing, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(We should probably see whether that argument's been resolved yet, I suppose.)
Converse
Pawnbroker's customer
Ryunosuke:
Somehow...I didn't really think you were the sort of person who'd use a pawnbroker, Miss Lestrade.
Gina:
Yeah, well I am, alright? I'm a Londoner, just like everyone else. That a problem, is it?
Ryunosuke:
No no, not at all. It's just that, well...
Gina:
Oh, I get it! I know wot you're thinkin'! 'That thing prob'ly don't even belong to 'er. Prob'ly got it on the dive, didn't she?' Yeah, I can see it written all over yer chevy chase!
Ryunosuke:
Well...I, I might have been thinking something along those lines.
Susato:
You're not going to deny it, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, I'm just going to come out and ask you straight: Do you pawn things that you steal from other people?
Gina:
Well, um... I dunno 'ow best to answer that, really. Erm... S'pose. Sometimes.
Susato:
You're not going to deny it either, Miss Lestrade?
Gina:
But not this time, alright! I swear! That thing belongs to me!
Ryunosuke:
(The disk that Mr Windibank is holding... Perhaps we should see what he has to say about all this.)
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Would you have a look at...erm... That's strange...(Where's my armband gone?)
Gina:
Wot's the problem? Somefin' wrong? Don't s'pose... ...yer lookin' for this?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! But, but how?! And when?! And how again?!
Gina:
I got a talent for it, 'aven't I? Divin'.
Ryunosuke:
(That's bordering on black magic. And it makes what I was about to say about my armband seem a little...dull.)
Gina:
So? Wot d'you wanna tell me about it, then?
After clearing "Gina Lestrade" and "New article to pawn" Converse options with Pop Windibank:
???:
Out of my way, please!
Ryunosuke:
(Who's this picture-postcard English gentleman?)
???:
Good day to you, ladies. Gentlemen.
Gina:
Wot's your problem, eh?
???:
There is no problem, as long as you remove yourself. I've a matter to discuss with the proprietor.
Gina:
...!
???:
And if you intend to make a problem of it, I shall see you outside, little girl, for the hiding you deserve.
Gina:
Look, ain't it obvious? I ain't done talkin' wiv 'im yet. If you think yer such a gent, you should know 'ow to wait in line.
???:
......... Well, you are an impudent little brat, aren't you? ...As well as a pickpocket.
Gina:
Eh? Who, who are you? 'Ow d'you know who I am?
???:
The question is, how do YOU not know who I am? You haven't the courtesy even to remember the faces of your victims, it seems.
Gina:
...! Wot?! You mean I...? From you...?
???:
Broker!
Windibank:
Um, yes, sir?
???:
I believe this filthy pocket thief has just redeemd an article from you, no?
Windibank:
Yes, yes, erm...
???:
The article in question belongs to me. I demand for it to be returned at once.
Susato:
Oh my!
Gina:
Now that's a lie! Wot are you tryin' to pull?
???:
Give me back my overcoat, you wastrel. And needless to say... ...any music box disks, too.
Gina:
No! You, you can't 'ave it! You just can't! It's me old man's! Or it was! ...Now it's mine!
Susato:
Goodness, Mr Naruhodo... ...this is a very awkward situation.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... I think perhaps we should hear both sides of the story in a little more detail.
Examine
Mysterious gentleman
Picture-postcard gentleman
Ryunosuke:
Excuse me, but...who are you?
???:
......... One would expect the enquirer to introduce himself first. Though clearly you are not British, so perhaps our ways are foreign to you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, sorry! Yes, we're from the Empire of Japan. We're studying here.
???:
Oh yes, Japan. I've heard talk of the place. Its inhabitants live on some fiery, brown-coloured soup, dressed up with exotic spices.
Ryunosuke:
You...might be thinking of somewhere else. (And what was that theatrical gesticulation about?)
???:
Perhaps. Anyway, if you are a gentleman, sir... ...you offer your own name first, before enquiring after the name of another.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, yes... I'm Ryunosuke Naruhodo. I'm a lawyer. ...Well, a student of law, really.
Susato:
My name is Susato Mikotoba. I'm Mr Naruhodo's assistant.
???:
I see. ......... My name is...Benedict. Yes...Eggert Benedict. Enchanté.
Ryunosuke:
(He's so refined in how he holds himself and how he speaks, but that name is...suspicious.)
Benedict:
Now, to the matter at hand... My overcoat! Return it at once! ...To someone with the style to carry it off.
Gina:
Grrr... Every move 'e makes... Every breath 'e takes... I can't stand watchin' 'im.
Converse
The gentleman's accusation
Susato:
Miss Lestrade, is what the gentleman is saying-
Gina:
Wot d'you think? It's all lies, ain't it? Obviously! I swear on my life, I ain't never laid eyes on that dandy before.
Windibank:
Let's hear it now, you little ragamuffin... You stole it, didn't you? That ticket you brought in here just now.
Gina:
No! I swear it! I swear to God!
???/Benedict:
It was barely an hour ago. I was walking along the street, minding my own business... ...when this little gutterling ran into me. I knew at once what had happened. 'I've been robbed yet again,' I thought to myself. Those wretched pickpockets!
Ryunosuke:
'Yet again'?
???/Benedict:
Oh yes. As you can see, I am a man of impeccable style. This isn't the first time that I've been targeted by these back slum scoundrels. Now then, relinquish my overcoat!
Gina:
Grrr...
Windibank:
Come along now, Miss Lestrade. Give the good gentleman his coat back. If you're going to cause trouble, I shall have no choice but to call the police.
Gina:
'Old on! Why's everyone think it's me? Just look at this dandy cove! And you think I'm the dodgy one?!
Windibank:
I'm sorry, but no one's going to believe you.
Gina:
Well...wot about evidence? Yeah! Where's yer evidence that I've stolen somefin', eh? Come on, let's see it!
???/Benedict:
Oh, I have evidence, naturally.
Gina:
You wot?!
Evidence (appears after "The gentleman's accusation")
Ryunosuke:
Evidence that the article Miss Lestrade redeemed actually belongs to this gentleman...
Susato:
Of course! We need only consult Mr Windibank's ledger to know the truth! We'll be able to look up the name of the person who deposited the article in the first place.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Brilliant!
Windibank:
I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Susato:
Oh!
Windibank:
I never ask customers' names. That's a strict policy of mine.
Ryunosuke:
But...why not?
Windibank:
Well now...as you can imagine, some of my customers have...circumstances to consider. A great many of them prefer to maintain their anonymity.
Susato:
Yes, I see... But then how can you know if an article belongs to the person asking to redeem it?
Windibank:
Oh, it's quite simple! Good sir... ...might I trouble you for the watchword associated with the article in question?
???/Benedict:
Of course. It's... 'Professor'.
Windibank:
Yes, that's right. ...And all the evidence we need. This gentleman is the rightful owner of the article. Without doubt.
Ryunosuke:
A watchword? Interesting...
Watchwords (appears after "Evidence")
Ryunosuke:
So...about these watchwords, Mr Windibank...
Windibank:
As I just explained... ...I never ask customers' names when they deposit items with me. There are many reasons why certain customers would like to keep their activities secret.
Ryunosuke:
(That wasn't exactly a subtle glance at Mr Sholmes now, was it?)
Susato:
Great detectives have no dark secrets! None at all!
Windibank:
Yes, well... Anyway, that's why I always ask for a watchword whenever I accept a new article. In many ways, it's like the secret combination of numbers used to unlock a vault. The date of deposit, a description and a watchword uniquely identify each item. And of course then I give the storage ticket to the customer. When someone comes to redeem something, I ask for the ticket and the watchword.
Ryunosuke:
And if that someone tells you the correct watchword, you return the article?
Windibank:
That's right, sir, yes. Just as soon as the requisite fee is paid.
???/Benedict:
And I have supplied you with the information you require already. But for the avoidance of doubt: The article in question is an overcoat. Deposited two months ago, on 15th February. With a watchword of...'Professor'.
Windibank:
All perfectly correct information, sir.
Gina:
But, but 'ow...?
???/Benedict:
Really, this is beyond a joke now. There is no further room for doubt.
Gina:
Ugh...
After clearing all Converse options with Gina Lestrade and "Eggert Benedict":
Windibank:
So, let that be an end to the matter. And thank you for your custom, Mr Eggert Benedict, sir.
Benedict:
With such reasonable rates of interest...I may even decide to come back.
Gina:
......... Tsk! This is why I 'ate grown-ups! Just cos I'm a diver, everyone thinks that makes me a liar.
Benedict:
And the contents of the coat pockets, if you please, broker.
Windibank:
But of course, sir. Here is the disk for you.
Benedict:
......... Just this one?
Windibank:
Pardon, sir?
Benedict:
I was expecting another. Er, that is...I deposited another.
Ryunosuke:
(Another disk?)
Windibank:
Oh, um... Oh dear. I regret to inform you, sir, that what was deposited with me was merely the overcoat. The disk happened to be in one of the pockets, but I was completely unaware of it until now.
Benedict:
So, gutterling... You're hiding more of what's rightfully mine, are you?
Gina:
Says who, eh? I don't know nuffin' about it!
Benedict:
......... Very well. Then I shall bid you farewell. ...Say goodbye to style.
Gina:
Wait a minute! That disk... ...is mine!
Benedict:
Argh! What, what do you think you're doing, you little tramp?! You've...you've drawn blood, you filthy animal!
Susato:
Oh my! Yes! There's blood on the disk!
Ryunosuke:
(It's because of all those sharp little bumps! The man must have scratched his finger on them.)
Gina:
I found it first, alright! I mean! It belonged to me old man! So yer not 'avin' it! ...Oi, you! You take it!
Ryunosuke:
Me?
Gina:
If I 'ang onto it, they'll 'ave it off me again. So you keep 'old of it.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade, I... (Why is this disk so important to her?)
The music box disc has been entered into the Court Record.
Benedict:
You there! In the black livery! Hand that disk to me at once, please.
Examine evidence
Music Box Disk
Bloodstain
Ryunosuke:
Look at all the little bumps on the disk. They're so tiny.
Susato:
Yes. The protrusions are called pins, and they pluck the teeth of the comb to make notes. And just on the edge, there's a small amount of blood.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the blood of the mysterious Mr Eggert Benedict.
Susato:
When Miss Lestrade tried to grab the disk from him, the pins scratched his fingers, it seems. Like when you're gating some daikon radish and accidently catch your finger.
Ryunosuke:
(Ouch! Just thinking about it hurts! And puts me off eating radish...)
Note on back
Susato:
Oh, there's a little scrap of paper stuck onto the reverse side of the disk, look. And a scribbled word or two. It looks like somebody's name. ......... 'For McGilded'...
Ryunosuke:
Mc-McGilded? It couldn't be...?
Susato:
But it is, Mr Naruhodo! A name I shall never forget for as long as I live!
Ryunosuke:
(But why? Why is his name on this?)
The music box disk's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Note on back (subsequent times)
Susato:
'For McGilded'... The surname of the man whose innocence you secured in the trial two months ago, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. A trial I'll never forget. (Not least because of the tragic accident that followed it in which McGilded was killed.) But why would his name be on this music box disk?
Susato:
I'm afraid I have absolutely no idea. But one thing seems certain... ...this surely cannot be a simple coincidence.
Gina:
No! Don't! He's lyin'! Grown-ups are all liars!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... What do I do now? How am I going to resolve this?)
Examine
Pop Windibank
Windibank:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Windibank is clearly at a loss here. We have to do something about this before he reaches for that revolver of his!)
"Eggert Benedict"
Benedict:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Look at those piercing eyes! ...He's clearly in no mood to talk. We have to do something quickly before this mysterious gentleman leaves to fetch the police or something!)
Gina Lestrade
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Wow, Miss Lestrade is really looking daggers at that mysterious gentleman. We need to do something to calm things down before she loses control and attacks him again!)
Herlock Sholmes
Leads to:
"Erm... Mr Sholmes..."
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Look at Mr Windibank, watching diligently over his shop. There are still so many things I'm curious about. (But somehow I don't really feel like this is the right time to be browsing...)
Susato:
Calming this fraught situation must be our first priority!
Ryunosuke:
(And I'm fairly certain that we can find just the great thing we need among the articles here in this shop.)
Ryunosuke:
Erm...Mr Sholmes... ...what are you examining with such keen interest there? As you enjoy a bar of caramel, I see.
Sholmes:
......... So... ...you've found me at last...Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
After that young pickpocket sent me on my way, I was forced to lurk in the shadows. Cruelly ostracised, as the rest of you partook in the jovial atmosphere of fellowship. I had nothing to occupy my mind, but was too ashamed to let society see what my downfall had done to me. So feigning mock interest, I pretended to examine the tedious trinkets in this desolate place. ...Whilst, as you shrewdly observed, gnawing on the only friend I have left: this seven per cent solution of caramel. Pray, do you claim to understand the depths of my despair, Mr Naruhodo? But how could you?! I was so lonely... So desperately lonely...
Ryunosuke:
Then...why on earth didn't you rejoin the conversation? Things have gone from bad to worse here, you know!
Sholmes:
Yes...I overheard much of your conversation. Or rather...in my craving for human contact, my ears devoured every word that was uttered!
Ryunosuke:
...You really were sad, weren't you?
Susato:
Poor Mr Sholmes. I feel simply awful for you.
Sholmes:
It would seem... ...that my inferences are correct.
Susato:
Oh! ...Surely you're not about to tell us... ...that you've solved the entire case once again?!
Sholmes:
My dear madam, sometimes I wonder... Were my genius for deduction to be commoditised... ...how much could I pawn it for?
Ryunosuke:
(It seems Mr Sholmes has had another of his flashes of inspiration. But who knows if it will help to resolve the situation between Miss Lestrade and the mysterious gentleman? What's the right thing to do here...?)
Listen to the deduction
Leads to:
"Well, Miss Lestrade...it would appear you find yourself in something of a predicament."
Leave it
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know... If Mr Sholmes starts on one of his wild, rambling deductions now... ...it could just fan the flames of this argument. I think it would be sensible to try something else.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! What are you saying? The great detective has made one of his great deductions! He's sure to cut straight to the heart of the matter!
Ryunosuke:
That's what I'm worried about! We don't need any more cuts around here!
Sholmes:
Dear me. You seem decidedly agitated. Clearly I shall have to take the reins.
Susato:
Yes! Please do, Mr Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like we're going to hear this deduction whether I like it or not...)
Leads to:
"Well, Miss Lestrade...it would appear you find yourself in something of a predicament."
Sholmes:
Well, Miss Lestrade...it would appear you find yourself in something of a predicament.
Gina:
Tsk! Where the blue blazes 'ave you been, eh?
Sholmes:
Pardon?
Gina:
When a lady's in trouble, a true gent's s'posed to be there to 'elp. Straight away! Not an 'our later!
Ryunosuke:
(...Harsh.)
Benedict:
And who, pray tell, are you?
Sholmes:
......... Mr Eggert Benedict... ...you have, in my eyes, a veritably encyclopaedic array of curiosities about your person. Nevertheless, there are two immovable conclusions I have drawn.
Benedict:
I beg your pardon?
Sholmes:
The first is this: The true reason for your visit to this pawnbrokery today is something you have not yet revealed.
Benedict:
...!
Sholmes:
And the second is this: A considerable crime is in contemplation. One you will orchestrate, with intent to steal a vast sum of money. Well, Mr Benedict? What say you to my deductions?
Benedict:
How...!
Ryunosuke:
(He's turned as white as a hard-boiled egg!)
Susato:
It would seem that once again...Mr Sholmes has made a flawless deduction!
Benedict:
Just who do you think you are, sir?
Sholmes:
Ah yes, as I hoped... That is precisely the pained expression I was looking for. So...shall we begin? The time has come for yet another Herlock Sholmes's 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
The Great DeductionThe game is afoot!
Topic 1
Mystery Man's Aim
Sholmes:
First of all, we must ask ourselves on what business you ventured to this pawnbrokery today. You claim to have followed this pickpocket here, having had the redemption ticket stolen from you on the street. But that...is most certainly a lie. The real truth is something quite different... ...as revealed by that which you hold in your hand! Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the staff recruitment flyer! The piece of paper in your hand is a 'staff wanted' advertisement from this very shop. Yet even the most unobservant would soon realise that a man of your appearance has no need of such employ. In other words...there is some ulterior motive for your actions.
Benedict:
...!
Sholmes:
The cane, which you unwittingly clutch to your person, exhibits an incontrovertible contradiction.
Benedict:
What utter rot! I've, I've had this cane for years!
Sholmes:
The contradiction of which I speak is, of course, the missing ferrule. The end of any walking cane would be terminated with a metal ferrule to protect the wooden tip. And yet detailed analysis shows the wooden tip of this stick to be utterly bare. Therefore...there is only one conclusion: The rod that you hold in your hand, which appears to be a walking cane... ...is in fact no cane at all!
Benedict:
...!
Sholmes:
You recoil, sir. ...Is something wrong?
Benedict:
I... Well, I...
Sholmes:
And in your recoiling, you inadvertently facilitate the answer of the next conundrum to present itself. Namely, what is the truth behind this rod you bear?
Benedict:
.........
Sholmes:
Yes, your reaction betrays the truth. The handle, which you evidently would like to conceal, is the key to understanding this riddle, you see. From the moment I saw it, my suspicions were aroused. 'What walking cane demands such a stout handle?' mused I.
Benedict:
.........
Sholmes:
But of course, as I said, this is no walking cane. No, that rod... ...is the broken handle of a shovel!
Benedict:
Wha...? Are you insane?!
Sholmes:
And now, having determined this undeniable truth, the conclusion is clear. Your true motive for coming here... ...was to take employment at this establishment in order to excavate the ground beneath the premises! What a calculated crime you have conceived, sir. A wickedly calculated crime.
Topic 1
Mystery Man's Aim
Conclusion
To tunnel underneath the pawnbrokery
Topic 2
Great Crime
Sholmes:
Now, Mr Benedict, let us continue... For we must expose the details of this elaborate crime you have in the planning.
Benedict:
This is...utterly absurd! You suggest that I, a gentleman, intend to excavate the ground beneath this pawnbrokery with a broken shovel? What on earth do you propose I could expect to find there? Some long-forgotten treasure, I suppose? Save for such a fanciful theory, what possible reason could I have to do as you say?
Sholmes:
Oh, but there is ample reason... ...as you are only too well aware, Mr Benedict. Ah, and your furtive glance is more telling than I could have hoped.
Benedict:
What?
Sholmes:
Let us consider what would motivate a man to infiltrate a shop such as this and covertly dig beneath its floor... The answer is revealed by the council notice on the counter to which your eyes were inadvertently drawn. This letter gives notice of public works to be carried out in the local area. And according to the enclosed plan of the upcoming sewerage works... ...beneath this shop runs a sewer that adjoins another, one that runs under the bank on the opposite side of the road.
Benedict:
This madness has entered the sewers now, has it?!
Sholmes:
By excavating the ground beneath our feet, you would gain access to the waterway... ...that flows in very close proximity to the great vault of the financial institution opposite.
Benedict:
What are you...?
Sholmes:
In summary, sir... ...you devised a master plan to pull off an elaborate bank robbery by dint of the underground tunnels!
Benedict:
M... Master plan?!
Sholmes:
Which brings us at last to the final chapter of this lurid scheme... With what plunder did the thief hope to make off from the underground vault of the bank?
Benedict:
Are you quite serious?
Sholmes:
Having consulted with Scotland Yard some days ago, I happen to know the answer. But naturally, the answer is no secret to you, is it, Mr Benedict?
Benedict:
I have no idea what you're talking about!
Sholmes:
Allow me to present a rather interesting piece of evidence... You see, this picture postcard tells us all we need to know.
Benedict:
A postcard of the Great Exhibition? I'm afraid you've quite lost me.
Sholmes:
Currently in the final stages of preparation, the Great Exhibition will soon be underway. And the government has provided extra funds to complete its centrepiece, the Crystal Tower. Funds that currently sit in the vault of the bank on the other side of this road!
Benedict:
Pardon?
Sholmes:
Yes, the considerable crime you have been contemplating... ...is the theft of that which sits in the vault of that bank, the special reserve funds for the Great Exhibition! ...Of course, that is top-secret police information. So keep it under your hat, please.
Topic 2
Great Crime
Conclusion
To steal the Great Exhibition's reserve funds
Sholmes:
Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction...of this pawnbroking puzzle!
Ryunosuke:
Um...Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
Well, Mr Naruhodo? An impressively upbeat deduction for a detective racked with loneliness, would you not agree?
Ryunosuke:
Was it true what you said about the bank over the road and what it has in its vault?
Sholmes:
Indeed. Though few know of its existence. It is one of the government's most closely guarded secrets. Gregson told me, in the strictest confidence.
Susato:
But you just announced it to everyone here. Rather loudly, in fact.
Sholmes:
...Ah.
Ryunosuke:
And if it's such a big secret... ...how would Mr Benedict have come to find out about it?
Sholmes:
There can be but one explanation for that. Clearly it is because the man is a criminal!
Susato:
But what if he didn't know anything about the money in the vault? If he is a criminal, as you said... ...then buying a brand new shovel is sure to be the first thing he does now that you've revealed the secret.
Sholmes:
...Oh.
Ryunosuke:
Or if he doesn't... ...maybe Mr Windibank will. He already has plenty of shovels here, after all.
Windibank:
Oh my life! I assure you I'm not so unscrupulous!
Sholmes:
Hm, well... Hopefully this has taught you a valuable lesson. Sensitive information must be handled with the utmost of care. One can never be sure that someone privy to secrets won't disclose them. And once the word is out, it's out.
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps I'll think twice before confiding in you next time, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
An excellent idea, Mr Naruhodo. An excellent idea. Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Susato:
Well then, Mr Naruhodo, you know what to do, I'm sure.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Let's listen to that great deduction again, and see if we can massage it into shape!
Sholmes:
Very well, then. Let us start once more from the beginning... ...of Herlock Sholmes's magnificent 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
Course CorrectionHold it, Mr Sholmes!
Topic 1
Mystery Man's Aim
Conclusion
To tunnel underneath the pawnbrokery
Sholmes:
First of all, we must ask ourselves on what business you ventured to this pawnbrokery today. You claim to have followed this pickpocket here, having had the redemption ticket stolen from you on the street. But that...is most certainly a lie. The real truth is something quite different... ...as revealed by that which you hold in your hand! Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the staff recruitment flyer!
Ryunosuke:
So, by Mr Sholmes's reasoning... ...Mr Benedict came here in order to apply for a job so he could dig down through the floor.
Susato:
Yes. In an attempt to tunnel into the sewers to gain access to the money in the vault of the bank across the road. But...he wouldn't get very far with a broken shovel, would he?
Ryunosuke:
No. I think it's fair to say his motives lie elsewhere. The question is, where? What did bring Mr Benedict here at this particular point in time?
Examine staff recruitment flyer
Susato:
It certainly is a flyer for Mr Windibank's shop.
Ryunosuke:
Let's see... 'Windibank's Wants YOU! Pawnbroker's Assistant Required!' It's an eye-catching advertisement, that's for sure.
Susato:
I've seen the same flyer up here inside the shop, I think. Perhaps Mr Windibank is always in need of more staff.
Ryunosuke:
(So Mr Benedict came here to apply for a job? ...That's just too hard to believe.)
Examine stylish hat
Ryunosuke:
That silk top hat is whiter than white. Only an English gentleman could hope to carry off something so bright.
Susato:
But it looks so incongruous with the black overcoat, don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps it's the latest London fashion. I mean, that's just guesswork, of course.
Susato:
How about it, Mr Naruhodo? I think you'd look very fetching in a white top hat.
Ryunosuke:
...Well, you know, I think it might look rather incongruous with my black university uniform, so...
Examine cane
Ryunosuke:
That's a proper English gentleman's cane, isn't it? Look at the beautifully polished brass on the handle.
Susato:
Yes, but Mr Sholmes is right. It's not the sort of handle you usually see on a cane.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps it's the latest London fashion. I mean, that's just guesswork, of course.
Susato:
Perhaps you could adopt a cane, Mr Naruhodo? It might rather suit you.
Ryunosuke:
...I have a feeling it might argue with the sword around my waist.
Examine scribbled writing
Susato:
Oh... Look at all the scribbled notes on the back of the flyer here.
Ryunosuke:
......... I don't believe it!
Susato:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
Listen to what it says...
'Name: Gina Lestrade
Height: Five foot two
Green cap, scruffy waistcoat, grubby white shirt, blue satchel (ragged)'
It's a detailed description of Miss Lestrade!
Susato:
Goodness!
Ryunosuke:
There's even a sketch of her, hat and all! Although if he showed it to her, she'd fire that smoke grenade launcher in his face for sure...
Susato:
And look. The details of this shop have been written down here, too.
'Windibank's Pawnbrokery, Baker Street.
Redemption deadline: 15th April'
Ryunosuke:
...Which is today's date! (Why would Mr Benedict have all that information scrawled on the back of that piece of paper?)
Changes "scribbled writing" to "info about Miss Lestrade"
Examine info about Miss Lestrade
Ryunosuke:
Suspicious writing on the back of a suspicious flyer in the hands of a suspicious gentleman...
Susato:
I...didn't think there was anything suspicious about the flyer, Mr Naruhodo. But yes, Miss Lestrade's name and height, and a description of the clothes she's wearing...
Ryunosuke:
Not to mention the sketch of her likeness...which I'm fairly sure she wouldn't take lightly. And today's date, too: 'Redemption deadline: 15th April'
Susato:
We can't let this go, can we? It's far too suspicious.
Examine scribbled writing, then present info about Miss Lestrade
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the info about Miss Lestrade!"
Present staff recruitment flyer
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Clearly, you are a man of elegance and style. But elegance and style come at a price. So no matter how much money you have, you always need more. And that is why you came here today! To apply for a job to supplement your income!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the staff recruitment flyer!"
Present stylish hat
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You can't judge a book by its cover, as they say. Someone who appears wealthy may well be poor. Being such a man, you're desperate for money. When you realised you had no real need for your hat... ...you brought it here today with the intention of pawning it for as much as the broker would give you!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the staff recruitment flyer!"
Present cane
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You can't judge a book by its cover, as they say. Someone who appears wealthy may well be poor. Being such a man, you're desperate for money. When you realised you had no real need for your cane... ...you brought it here today with the intention of pawning it for as much as the broker would give you!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the staff recruitment flyer!"
Present scribbled writing
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Those notes were scrawled by somebody famous, and as such, are worth a considerable sum of money. The fact that you handle the paper on which they are written with gloves only proves my theory! So you came here today with the intention of pawning it for as much as the broker would give you!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the staff recruitment flyer!"
Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the staff recruitment flyer!
Susato:
I still don't quite understand why this gentleman came to Mr Windibank's today.
Ryunosuke:
He might look like a smartly dressed man about town, but perhaps he's destitute really. I really think that's the only explanation!
Susato:
We must stop thinking along those lines, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I suppose you're right. Well in that case... ...perhaps there's something in this pawn shop that the man was looking for?
Susato:
Let's look closely and see if there's anything about his person that gives us a clue.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, what brought you to this shop in the first place is the info about Miss Lestrade!
Sholmes:
Quite so, my dear fellow! It would appear that the writing and sketch on the reverse of the flyer... ...pertain to the pickpocket, Miss Lestrade, and to Mr Windibank's pawnbrokery here.
Benedict:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
You originally told us... ...that you had merely given chase after Miss Lestrade stole the redemption ticket from you.
Sholmes:
But that, sir, is a thinly veiled lie.
Ryunosuke:
It is the information on the back of the flyer that led you here today. By which I mean... Here, to Windibank's Pawnbrokery, and today, the redemption deadline of that overcoat.
Sholmes:
So you waited outside for the young girl matching the description you have written down to arrive.
Benedict:
Hmph!
Sholmes:
And you have gone to some lengths to hide the reason for your pursuit of Miss Lestrade. In other words...there is some ulterior motive for your actions.
Benedict:
...!
Sholmes:
The cane, which you unwittingly clutch to your person, exhibits an incontrovertible contradiction.
Benedict:
What utter rot! I've, I've had this cane for years!
Sholmes:
The contradiction of which I speak is, of course, the missing ferrule.
Ryunosuke:
Um...what's a ferrule?
Susato:
It's the metal cap commonly found on the end of a cane, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, the bit that makes the nice clacking sound on the pavement?
Susato:
Yes, exactly, And Mr Sholmes is right, it appears to be missing on this cane.
Ryunosuke:
...But it doesn't actually look broken, does it?
Susato:
No, it doesn't. Though the gentleman certainly did recoil when Mr Sholmes identified the cane as suspicious.
Ryunosuke:
In other words... ...there's some secret about the cane that Mr Benedict would rather we don't know!
Examine missing ferrule
Ryunosuke:
The end of this cane is just bare wood.
Susato:
Yes, and according to Mr Sholmes's deduction... ...this is where the shovel blade would have been attached.
Ryunosuke:
Hm... Couldn't it just be that the tip fell off?
Susato:
I'm sorry, Mr Naruhodo, but I couldn't possibly speculate.
Examine stylish hat
Ryunosuke:
As stylish as it no doubt is, I don't think this white top hat suits the man, do you?
Susato:
No, not at all.
Ryunosuke:
The more I look at it, the more something strikes me as suspicious about it.
Susato:
......... I think perhaps... ...it's not so much that it strikes you as suspicious, but rather that the hat is just striking.
Ryunosuke:
I...suppose you're probably right. (Perhaps the hat isn't what we're looking for.)
Examine initialling
Ryunosuke:
Look here, Miss Susato... There are some letters on the handle!
Susato:
Ah yes, those must be initials, I think. In the West, it's customary for people to engrave their belongings with the first letters of their names.
Ryunosuke:
So, Herlock Sholmes would be 'H. S.' you mean?
Susato:
That's right. And the initials on this cane obviously- ...Oh.
Ryunosuke:
'A. G.'...? (Why does it feel as though that's not quite right?)
Present initialling
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The contradiction of which I speak is, of course, the initialling."
Present missing ferrule
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I believe we've been looking at this entirely the wrong way around. It's not the ferrule that is missing on this cane; it's the handle! And it's the end that you're holding now that actually has the unusually shaped ferrule!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"The contradiction of which I speak is, of course, the missing ferrule."
Present stylish hat
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
A ferrule is to a cane as a hat is to a gentleman. And while the tip of your cane is bare, the top of your head is hatted. I ask you, could there be a more conspicuous contradiction anywhere in the world?!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The contradiction of which I speak is, of course, the missing ferrule."
The contradiction of which I speak is, of course, the missing ferrule.
Ryunosuke:
I don't know, I just can't picture it. I mean, a respectable gentleman strolling the streets of London with a shovel in his hand? (I'm sure it's just that the cane is broken and the ferrule was lost somehow.)
Susato:
Well, there is one thing of which we can be certain in all of this. After all, we saw it with our own eyes. At the mention of his cane, Mr Benedict visibly recoiled.
Ryunosuke:
...! (That's very true. So there's definitely something about this cane that's not right...)
Ryunosuke:
The contradiction of which I speak is, of course, the initialling.
Sholmes:
A most astute observation...wouldn't you say, Mr Eggert Benedict?
Benedict:
...!
Sholmes:
We are led to believe, sir, that your initials are 'E. B.'. Yet in a most possessive manner, you have in your grasp a cane bearing the initials 'A. G.'. An incontrovertible contradiction indeed, would you not agree?
Benedict:
No! You're, you're wrong. This cane isn't-
Ryunosuke:
You said before that you'd had that cane for years.
Benedict:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
So don't try to tell us that you just borrowed it from a friend or found it in the park!
Sholmes:
In short... ...though you hold yourself to be a gentleman, you have withheld your true name!
Benedict:
...!
Sholmes:
You recoil, sir. ...Is something wrong?
Benedict:
I... Well, I...
Sholmes:
And in your recoiling, you inadvertently facilitate the answer of the next conundrum to present itself. Namely, what is the truth behind this rod you bear?
Benedict:
.........
Sholmes:
Yes, your reaction betrays the truth. The handle, which you evidently would like to conceal, is the key to understanding this riddle, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Let's consider the bare bones of what's happened here: Miss Lestrade redeemed that fine-looking overcoat. And now a mysterious man has appeared, introducing himself with a fake name... ...and claiming that the overcoat belongs to him.
Susato:
But we know that he actually identified Miss Lestrade from a written description. Which suggests that everything else he's told us is untrue.
Ryunosuke:
So what we need to do here... ...is somehow prove that the overcoat cannot possibly belong to him!
Examine handle
Ryunosuke:
It is a rather strange handle for sure.
Susato:
Yes. Certainly unusual for a gentleman's cane. You expect to see such a cane being twirled charmingly by its owner as he skips merrily down the street.
Ryunosuke:
...You do?
Susato:
Ah, something has just occurred to me. We have a shovel back in our office, don't we?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. And its handle is exactly the same shape as this cane's. (Here we go... Now I'm starting to wonder if it's not actually a cane at all, but a spade.)
Susato:
Mr Sholmes's deductions are curiously compelling, aren't they?
Examine stylish hat
Ryunosuke:
I've been looking closely at this hat for some time now, and it's suddenly occurred to me... ...that a bright white top hat like that might be just the hat for me!
Susato:
......... You like it, do you?
Ryunosuke:
......... I think I do...don't I?
Susato:
Well in that case, you could see if there isn't something similar among Mr Windibank's forfeited items... ...AFTER we've concluded our investigation! We must focus on the task in hand at the moment.
Examine split seam
Susato:
Oh! The seam on the shoulder there is coming apart, look.
Ryunosuke:
So it is.
Susato:
Do you know, a moment ago when Mr Benedict was surprised by something that was said... ...I thought I heard him make a rather strange noise. It sounded a bit like a tiny growl. But now I think it was probably the sound of this seam ripping open.
Ryunosuke:
If you look closely, it does seem to be a very tight fit. The sleeves are stretched to bursting and he wouldn't have a hope of fastening it at the front. If he were to run around in it, I'm sure the whole thing would fall apart.
Susato:
Hmmm...that I'd like to see.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
So how can we make Mr Benedict run around...?
Ryunosuke:
(She's really giving this some thought...)
Present split seam
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The split seam, which you evidently would like to conceal, is the key to understanding this riddle, you see."
Present handle
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The initials on the handle of the cane are 'A. G.', but you introduced yourself as Eggert Benedict. In other words, the cane is not yours. So what else about your person belongs to someone else? The truth is, there's nothing you wouldn't take from another man, is there?
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"The handle, which you evidently would like to conceal, is the key to understanding this riddle, you see."
Present stylish hat
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Your top hat is far too stylish for your own good! Though you might like to conceal it, a hat so conspicuous will always stand out. And that is why I'm convinced that it has to be the answer to this riddle!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The handle, which you evidently would like to conceal, is the key to understanding this riddle, you see."
The handle, which you evidently would like to conceal, is the key to understanding this riddle, you see.
Ryunosuke:
The man is white all over, but for his overcoat. That's almost reason enough to say it doesn't belong to him, isn't it?
Susato:
But I'm sure the gentleman's wardrobe isn't exclusively white, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Well mine is exclusively black!
Susato:
...I think perhaps we should go shopping together.
Ryunosuke:
(There's no doubt about it. That black overcoat doesn't suit Mr Benedict at all. But we need a more tangible way of proving it...)
Ryunosuke:
The split seam, which you evidently would like to conceal, is the key to understanding this riddle, you see.
Benedict:
Ah!
Sholmes:
Yes, because the overcoat is rather obviously a poor fit.
Ryunosuke:
Having forced it over your broad shoulders, the seam is already breaking apart.
Sholmes:
My suspicions were aroused from the outset... ...when you so baldly lied about your name and so boldly waylaid this pickpocket.
Benedict:
Argh!
Sholmes:
This catalogue of untruths has all been for one very specific purpose: To steal the article that the young girl redeemed from Mr Windibank!
Benedict:
AAAAAARGH!!!
Sholmes:
But what really irks me is this: The considerable crime I initially imagined has been considerably curtailed.
Topic 1
Mystery Man's Aim
Conclusion
To tunnel underneath the pawnbrokery
To abscond with a redeemed item
Solved
Topic 2
Great Crime
Conclusion
To steal the Great Exhibition's reserve funds
Sholmes:
Now, Mr Benedict, let us continue... For we must expose the details of this elaborate crime you have in the planning.
Benedict:
This is...utterly absurd! You suggest that I, a gentleman, designed a wheeze to filch some tawdry article of pawnage? Have you forgotten that I redeemed the article in the proper manner, using the watchword? Had I not been the one to deposit it in the first place... ...how could I possibly have known the relevant details? N'est-ce pas?
Sholmes:
Oh, but the watchword can be discovered... ...as you are only too well aware, Mr Benedict. Ah, and your furtive glance is more telling than I could have hoped.
Benedict:
What?
Sholmes:
Let us consider how one might come to learn a secret watchword relating to the pawned property of another... The method is revealed by the council notice on the counter to which your eyes were inadvertently drawn.
Susato:
The direction of the deduction must change rather dramatically now, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, no more talk of tunnelling into the sewers. (Which is a pity, because it all sounded rather exciting.) Anyway... ...you can't deny that this mysterious gentleman did know the watchword.
Susato:
Yes. 'Professor'... If you didn't know that word, Mr Windibank would never allow you to redeem the article.
Ryunosuke:
Or, looking at it another way... ...if you did know that word, Mr Windibank would allow you to redeem the article whether it was yours or not. (So the question is, could this gentleman have found the watchword out somehow?)
Examine council notice
Susato:
'Baker Street Works' is the title.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and it does mention sewerage works, as Mr Sholmes said. ...Oh! (And specifically mentions that tonight's sale at the confectionary shop on the corner won't be affected...)
Susato:
Case-solving first, confectionary later, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Curse my overly expressive face...)
Examine old lamp
Ryunosuke:
This looks to be quite an old lamp.
Susato:
But it's obviously been well looked after. And there's oil in it, too.
Ryunosuke:
In other words, it's still in use.
Susato:
Yes, it would appear so. But as for how it could be related to Mr Benedict knowing the watchword for the pawned article... ...I have no idea.
Ryunosuke:
(That makes two of us.)
Examine pawnbroker's revolver
Ryunosuke:
This is Mr Windibank's gun.
Susato:
Yes, loaded with only one bullet, he said. It would appear that being a pawnbroker is a very life-or-death profession.
Ryunosuke:
...That might just be this particular establishment.
Examine notelet
Ryunosuke:
Look at this, Miss Susato.
Susato:
Ah, it appears to be a memo that Mr Windibank has scribbled to himself.
Ryunosuke:
Let's see. What does it say...? Oh! 'Professor'...
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Mr Windibank must make a note of the watchwords his customers give him, right before their eyes. And in alarmingly clear script as well.
Susato:
Oh dear... I, I don't know where to look. Who knows what other secrets I might see!
Present notelet
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The method is revealed by the notelet on the counter to which your eyes were inadvertently drawn."
Present council notice
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Council notices could include all sorts of information about local affairs. They're certainly not limited to information about upcoming remedial sewage works. So there's an undeniable possibility that the watchword was sent out to everyone in the neighbourhood!
Sholmes:
Are you quite concentrating? You've identified exactly what I did originally.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...so I have. Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well, I do understand. As inimitable as I am, people do like to try. But you won't make a great detective like that. Nor even a great detective's assistant.
Ryunosuke:
An assistant's assistant, then...? ...Alright, I'll think again.
Leads to:
"The method is revealed by the council notice on the counter to which your eyes were inadvertently drawn."
Present old lamp
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This lamp may be old, but it's in tip-top condition, and it's been polished until it gleams. Somehow, by some inexplicable physical phenomenon, the watchword was reflected in the glass chimney... ...and you read it with your superhuman eyesight! It's the only logical explanation!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The method is revealed by the council notice on the counter to which your eyes were inadvertently drawn."
Present pawnbroker's revolver
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Coercing the broker for information by holding a gun to his head... That's assault. But using the broker's own gun to do it? That's rubbing 'assault' in the wound! But somehow, when none of us were looking, you must have forced Mr Windibank to tell you the watchword!
Incorrect evidence dialogue
Leads to:
"The method is revealed by the council notice on the counter to which your eyes were inadvertently drawn."
The method is revealed by the council notice on the counter to which your eyes were inadvertently drawn.
Ryunosuke:
There's no question that Mr Benedict used some wheeze or other to find out the watchword. (Let's think. He only appeared in the shop after Miss Lestrade had redeemed the overcoat...)
Susato:
He certainly couldn't have overheard Miss Lestrade saying the watchword. So he can only have discovered it from something on this countertop.
Ryunosuke:
(It sounds like I need to have another look and examine things more closely this time.)
Ryunosuke:
The method is revealed by the notelet on the counter to which your eyes were inadvertently drawn.
Sholmes:
Yes, the broker here follows the same procedure whenever a customer comes to redeem an article. He asks the customer for the watchword, and notes down the response uttered on a notelet he has to hand. Then he consults his ledger, and confirms whether or not the watchword matches that of the article in question.
Benedict:
I would expect nothing less of a diligent pawnbroker.
Ryunosuke:
But his diligence clearly has its disadvantages.
Benedict:
What are you talking about?
Sholmes:
It is increasingly apparent that you were present in this shop before your accusation against Miss Lestrade.
Ryunosuke:
In all likelihood, you followed her inside, and then observed her talking to Mr Windibank.
Sholmes:
When the diligent broker made a note of the watchword, as is his common practice...
Ryunosuke:
...You observed him writing the word 'Professor' on the notelet beside the ledger.
Benedict:
...!
Sholmes:
And that, sir... ...was the master plan you devised to steal the pawned article from the young Miss Lestrade!
Benedict:
M... Master plan?!
Sholmes:
Which brings us at last to the final chapter of this lurid scheme... Why would you go to such lengths to redeem that particular article from this pawnbroker?
Benedict:
Are you quite serious?
Sholmes:
For an ill-fitting overcoat hardly seems to justify the effort, much less a worthless music box disk. But naturally, you had very good reason to make them yours, didn't you, Mr Benedict?
Benedict:
I have no idea what you're talking about!
Sholmes:
Allow me to present a rather interesting piece of evidence... You see, this picture postcard tells us all we need to know.
Ryunosuke:
The articles we're talking about are the overcoat and the music box disk that was in one of the pockets.
Susato:
Which according to Mr Windibank, isn't even worth a penny.
Ryunosuke:
And yet this man went to such lengths to steal them... Why?
Susato:
I wonder if perhaps... ...we already have the evidence we need to explain it, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Could we? Really? I'd better have a thorough look through all the evidence we've collected so far.)
Present Music Box Disk (after examining note on back)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"You see, this music box disk tells us all we need to know."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Incorrect evidence dialogue
You see, this picture postcard tells us all we need to know.
Ryunosuke:
This man has used some fairly high-handed measures to try to get his hands on the overcoat and the disk.
Susato:
He certainly doesn't want either for their monetary value, though. Still... ...they must be of value somehow. To someone.
Ryunosuke:
......... (This is the last piece of this puzzle. I'd better have another look through the evidence and see if there are any clues hiding.)
Ryunosuke:
You see, this music box disk tells us all we need to know.
Benedict:
What's that...on the back...?
Sholmes:
It reads, 'For McGilded'...
Benedict:
Agh!
Sholmes:
Ah, Mr Magnus McGilded... The unfortunate philanthropist who perished in curious circumstances at the Old Bailey two months ago. A prominent man in London...though his loan-mongering demonstrated a distinct lack of scruples. So...you're an associate of his, are you? Or perhaps a subordinate?
Benedict:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr McGilded was a man of unusually small stature. In fact... ...he was precisely the right size for that overcoat that you've squeezed yourself into.
Benedict:
Ugh!
Sholmes:
Your true identity remains shrouded in mystery... Mr Eggert Benedict. But the final conclusion here is crystal clear. The reason you came to this pawnbrokery today...
...was to retrieve an article left behind by the late Magnus McGilded!
Benedict:
Tsk... AAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Topic 2
Great Crime
Conclusion
To steal the Great Exhibition's reserve funds
To acquire an item deposited by Mr McGilded
Solved
Deduction CompleteElementary!
Sholmes:
Well well, Mr Magnus McGilded... Not a name I expected to hear in these circumstances.
Benedict:
.........
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, I'm afraid there's something very troubling on my mind.
Sholmes:
Pray tell, Miss Susato.
Susato:
Well, according to what Mr Windibank told us earlier... ...today was the final day on which the coat could have been redeemed, was it not?
Windibank:
Yes, ma'am, that is correct. Today would be precisely two months since it was first deposited.
Ryunosuke:
Well, today is 15th April, so...two months ago today...
Windibank:
...Would have been 15th February, sir, that's right. It's all carefully recorded in my ledger. Deposited at 10:30 p.m., I see.
Ryunosuke:
What?! But, but that suggests...
Susato:
Yes. 15th February...
Ryunosuke:
...Is precisely the day on which the omnibus murder took place!
Susato:
And half past ten in the evening... ...is precisely the time at which the terrible events were unfolding!
Sholmes:
Suggestive is not the word. It would seem the matter is entirely beyond coincidence.
Benedict:
......... You are of course at liberty to make whatever outlandish deductions you choose. However... ...I must insist you hand over the music box disk now.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Benedict:
It would be a terrible shame to return to your native land in a box.
Ryunosuke:
Agh... (What do I do?!)
Hand over the disk
Ryunosuke:
(He could shoot me at any moment... I hate to give in, but what other choice do I really have here?)
Windibank:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Mr Windibank!"
Absolutely not!
Ryunosuke:
(There are some things a man must protect at all costs. This may well be one of those things... Then again...it may not...)
Windibank:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Mr Windibank!"
Ryunosuke:
Mr Windibank!
Windibank:
This is my shop! I can't allow any harm to come to my customers! If that were to happen... ...I should have to take my own life!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Windibank, no!
???:
Alright, that's enough!
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson!
Benedict:
Inspector...?
Gregson:
That's right, sunshine. The alarm was raised on one of our dedicated emergency lines. So we got here as fast as we could. Now, what's this all about, eh?
Windibank:
Oh, praise be! You're here at last! I was moments away from forfeiting my own life in my very own establishment!
Benedict:
......... It would seem you have the upper hand.
Gregson:
Right, you lot have got some explainin' to do! I don't appreciate bein' bothered with some petty argy-bargy!
Susato:
Petty?! Mr Windibank very nearly met with his end!
Gregson:
Yeah, with his own gun, as far as I can tell.
Windibank:
Oh dear...
Gregson:
And the whole of Britain could meet with its end if I don't get to the bottom of the case I'm s'posed to be workin' on!
Ryunosuke:
What?! What on earth is the case, Inspector?
Sholmes:
Spare no detail, Gregson!
Gregson:
...I, I might have said a little too much. No matter. It's nothin' to do with you lot. Anyway, sir, you're gonna have to come with me down to the station.
Benedict:
......... But of course, Inspector...
Gregson:
Aah!
He's getting away!
Get after him, lads! Whistle the beat officer, too!Sir!
Gregson:
...There's been a spate of thefts at pawn shops round here recently. So we've fitted emergency buttons underneath the counters for brokers to let us know when there's trouble.
Windibank:
Oh, Inspector...I was very worried there for a while. Very worried indeed.
Gregson:
Now then, Mr Permanently-in-Mournin'...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Yes?
Gregson:
I'll be takin' that whatever-it-is of McGilded's down to the Yard, thank you very much! So hand it over!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, of course...
Gina:
No, don't! Don't give it to 'im! It's mine, that is! Mine!
Gregson:
I'm sorry, miss... ...but anythin' belongin' to McGilded has to be taken in as evidence now.
Ryunosuke:
As evidence...?
Sholmes:
If the police demand something as evidence, my dear fellow, we have no choice but to capitulate. It's all yours, Inspector.
Gina:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:And so, we handed Mr McGilded's disk over to Inspector Gregson... ...and were summarily turfed out of the shop and onto the street.
To be continued...
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy (before initiating Logic and Reasoning Spectacular)
Present
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
So, about this...
Susato:
......... Wait! I must have more time to examine it thoroughly!
Ryunosuke:
Really, there's no need. If it's not relevant at the moment, you can just say so. (Susato-san takes everything so seriously...)
15th April
Baker Street
Gina:
See? That's why I 'ate grown-ups. All they do is feed you a pack o' lies and take stuff away from ya!
Sholmes:
Oh really, Miss Lestrade? ...Tell me, is that overcoat keeping you warm?
Gina:
Wot?
Susato:
Oh my! Surely, you were given that!
Gina:
Yeah, the dee let me keep it. After I looked daggers at 'im for long enough. 'E went through the pockets and then said, 'Go on, then, 'ave it' before tellin' me to scarper. Always pays off, givin' people a look like you 'ate 'em.
Ryunosuke:
I can't help feeling that it's going to get you into serious trouble one day...
Gina:
Wot I really wanted was that nice, shiny disk, mind.
Susato:
The music box disk?
Ryunosuke:
But Mr Windibank said it was practically worthless.
Gina:
I think I'm gonna go and 'ave another bash. Give 'em a long, 'ard stare.
Sholmes:
I think not, Miss Lestrade. We shan't enter Windibank's again today.
Gina:
Why not?! That's not fair!
Ryunosuke:
It can't be helped, I'm afraid. The police are investigating the scene now, and taking a statement from Mr Windibank.
Gina:
But that disk's mine! I 'ad the ticket for this coat, and it was in this coat's pocket! And there should be somefin' else an' all! That's wot that rotten cove said, ain't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, he did mention something about another article, didn't he?
Gina:
Well then, that's mine, too! Wotever it is!
Ryunosuke:
(Now she's really pushing her luck...)
Sholmes:
Miss Lestrade, I think it's time to admit defeat. You've had your 'haul' for the day.
Gina:
Yeah! And it's all your fault, Sholmes!
Sholmes:
So what are your plans now? Will you dine with us this evening?
Gina:
Eh?
Sholmes:
Iris would be delighted to cook, I'm sure. And I might entertain you with a modest violin recital.
Gina:
......... No, ta.
Sholmes:
Oh...
Gina:
Why would I come round your place, eh? 'Ave you lost your 'ead or somefin'?!
Susato:
Oh dear. She's gone.
Sholmes:
Hm, having reviled on me quite unnecessarily, I might add.
Ryunosuke:
I...can't help wondering... ...if perhaps she might turn up anyway.
Sholmes:
Interesting...
Ryunosuke:
Once she's had a chance to calm down, I think there's a good chance she'll decide to come.
Sholmes:
......... Very well, then. I'll inform Iris to set a place for our potential guest at the dinner table this evening. And one more thing... I should be glad of your company later, too.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
I believe I will have a rather splendid surprise to show you.
Susato:
Oh, how exciting! What is it?
Sholmes:
You shall have to wait and see, Miss Susato. ...Until later, then!
15th April, 3:46 p.m.
Sholmes's Suite
Iris:
Ah, Susie! And Runo! Come in, come in!
Ryunosuke:
Good afternoon, Iris.
Susato:
Thank you so much for breakfast this morning.
Iris:
Oh, don't mention it! ...Goodness! Look at the time already!
Ryunosuke:
Busy as always?
Iris:
I am! I'm preparing everything for dinner this evening.
Ryunosuke:
Already? You're obviously cooking something special, are you?
Iris:
Oh, yes! After all, we have a special guest joining us! Guess who it is! Go on! Hee hee, you'll never guess!
Ryunosuke:
Um... (Look at those little eyes of hers shining!)
Susato:
Oh dear. It is awkward when you already know the answer, isn't it?
Iris:
It's Ginny! Isn't that exciting?!
Susato:
Oh! Oh...what a surprise! Yes, that's wonderful news!
Ryunosuke:
(Wow, Iris seems overjoyed at the idea!)
Iris:
I can't wait to learn some pickpocketing tips from a real professional!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes! That does sound like fun!
Susato:
I'm not sure that's entirely appropriate. Are you, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Erm... By the way, Iris, what's Mr Sholmes up to?
Iris:
Hurley? Oh, he's been like that ever since he got back.
Ryunosuke:
...Hellooo! Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
I beg that you won't speak to me.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
I don't know who you are, but kindly take your leave. As you can see, I'm not here.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I, I don't know how to respond to that.)
Iris:
I do apologise. When he gets like this, he's completely oblivious to everything.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... I see...
Iris:
Really, he behaves just like a child sometimes, Hurley does.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes and Iris have something of a parent-and-child relationship, don't they?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, except that Iris is clearly the parent here... (Come to think of it... ...I wonder where her real parents are.)
Iris:
What's the matter, Runo? You have ever such a funny look on your face!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...no...it's nothing.
Iris:
I know what it is! 'Why does this girl live here with Mr Sholmes?' you're wondering. ...Am I right?
Ryunosuke:
How?! How did you...?
Iris:
Heh heh, oh, Runo! I can read you like a book!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... This girl is dangerous...)
Iris:
Don't worry, you can ask me anything! I won't mind.
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Ryunosuke:
So, Mr Sholmes, what are you so engrossed in?
Sholmes:
...Did you not hear? I am not here!
Ryunosuke:
(...Of course you're not.)
Sholmes:
I cannot think why the whole bed of the ocean is not one solid mass of oysters, so prolific the creatures seem!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (He won't even turn around and look at me...)
Iris:
It's best just to leave him alone when he's in one of his moods like this.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, I can see that.
Violin
Ryunosuke:
Now this really is Mr Sholmes's faithful performing partner, then. The Stravidar... The Strappyscar... The Scrapifarious...? (No, it's no good. It's gone.) The virtuoso's violin that he found in a pawnbroker's and managed to buy for next to nothing.
Susato:
After all we went through to get it back, he's just cast it aside on that chair. I was looking forward to hearing the beautiful sound it makes when Mr Sholmes plays it.
Ryunosuke:
It does look rather sorry for itself there, doesn't it? (Although... ...at least Wagahai hasn't attacked it yet. Even if his eyes are saying it's only a matter of time...)
Converse
Ginny
Ryunosuke:
So, by Ginny...you mean Miss Lestrade, the young woman from the McGilded case two months ago, right?
Iris:
Yes! Who also stole my experimental smoke grenade launcher! Although after that trial I invited her back here and we had dinner together. And now we're the best of friends!
Susato:
Oh! Hee hee, what a lovely tale!
Iris:
Yes! Now if I bump into her on the street...she runs away as fast as she can!
Susato:
...Oh.
Iris:
And I chase after her down the back alleys!
Ryunosuke:
(Interesting idea of friendship...)
Iris:
And then I let her have the latest colour of smoke grenade I've developed.
Susato:
Oh...
Iris:
There are so many beautiful colours in the world! Ginny wants me to make a whole rainbow!
Ryunosuke:
I suppose this means... ...you've let Miss Lestrade keep the smoke grenade launcher, have you?
Iris:
Yes, that's right! I'd got bored of it anyway. Hurley always reacts the same way when I shoot him with it now.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor 'Hurley'...)
Iris:
Ooh, I can't wait for Ginny to arrive! It's been too long since she last came over. I'm so excited!
Ryunosuke:
(I just hope she does actually come.)
Living with Sholmes
Iris:
I'm sure you've been wondering why it is that I live here with Hurley, haven't you?
Ryunosuke:
Well...it has crossed my mind. That, and where are your real parents?
Iris:
My mummy and daddy aren't with me any more.
Susato:
...!
Iris:
Mummy passed away when I was born. And at around the same time, my father... Well, he had to go to a faraway land because of one of the cases he and Hurley were working on.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Wait a minute... Did you say, 'he and Hurley'?
Iris:
Yes. Daddy and Hurley were always solving mysterious cases together!
Ryunosuke:
(She didn't mention that before...)
Iris:
He wrote them all up in his diaries. That's what's in the metal chest over there.
Ryunosuke:
Really? He recorded them all?
Susato:
So...you mean it's true? Mr Sholmes... ...really did have a partner with whom he tackled some of his most taxing cases?!
Iris:
Oh yes! I mean, it's always nice to have one, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
So Mr Sholmes's partner...was your father?
Iris:
Exactly! Hurley told me I wasn't allowed to look in the chest. But that only made me want to look even more! ...So I opened it up.
Susato:
And found your father's memoirs.
Iris:
Yes. So I asked Hurley: 'Who wrote these?' He nearly fell off his chair! But then he told me. That's when I found out that the author of all those accounts... ...was my father.
Ryunosuke:
(So Iris's father was Mr Sholmes's partner...)
Iris's father (appears after "Living with Sholmes")
Iris:
I've practically lived with Hurley all my life. I was tiny when he took me in. So...it came as quite a shock. When Hurley told me he wasn't really my daddy, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
It must have done.
Susato:
I wonder why Mr Sholmes chose to tell you. And at such a young age.
Iris:
Hurley says it's because he wouldn't have been able to hide it from me.
Susato:
Oh?
Iris:
Well, having lived with Hurley all these years, you might say that his ways have rubbed off on me. There are some things I can just...see. Especially lies. I almost know when people are lying before they open their mouths sometimes.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Iris:
Anyway, I was so fascinated when I read Daddy's diaries. That's what inspired me to write 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', actually.
Susato:
I'd always assumed Mr Sholmes simply told you all those thrilling stories.
Iris:
Oh no, Hurley's hopeless like that. He forgets everything. As soon as he's solved a case, it all but vanishes from his mind.
Susato:
Oh, I see.
Iris:
The other day it was so embarrassing. As usual, he totally forgot about the case he'd just solved... ...so the very next day he gathered together all the people involved and proceeded to solve the case again! It was quite a shock for everyone!
Ryunosuke:
(...You can say that again.)
Susato:
...You share your father's surname, don't you, Iris?
Iris:
That's right! Wilson. Daddy is Dr John H. Wilson! I learnt from his diaries that he's a doctor of medicine, you see. That's what prompted me to study and study so that I could earn a doctorate as well!
Ryunosuke:
(Iris's father...who went to some distant land... ...and is a doctor by the name of John H. Wilson...)
Judge:
The court will now hear the trial of Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Judge:
Kindly state before the court the name of the victim in this case.
Ryunosuke:
The victim's name was Dr John H. Wilson.
That's right...visiting professor of medicine at Imperial Yumei University... ...and the man who, in the most bizarre of circumstances, lost his life just before we left Japan.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato...
Susato:
...Yes.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps we shouldn't pursue this conversation any further at this time.
Susato:
...I think that would be for the best.
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Would you mind if I showed you this, Iris? It's just a boring old thing, really, but...
Iris:
Oh. I don't really like boring things.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (It looks like Japanese modesty is easily misinterpreted by young Western children...)
Iris:
I mean, who DOES like boring things? No one wants to be shown something boring. Come to think of it, you're always introducing things with, 'This is boring, but...' It's a bad habit. You should stop it.
Ryunosuke:
...I'll be sure to let the entire population of the Empire of Japan know on my return.
After clearing all Converse options:
Sholmes:
Ah, my dear fellows! How good to see you!
Susato:
Eek! Mr, Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
Whyever did you not make your presence known to me before?
Ryunosuke:
...Haah.
Sholmes:
Well, no matter now. So, how the devil are you?
Ryunosuke:
We've...been with you for most of the day.
Sholmes:
Goodness, really?
Susato:
Do tell me, Mr Sholmes, is your violin unscathed?
Sholmes:
Hm? My violin? Whatever are you talking about, dear madam?
Susato:
Oh! Um...
Sholmes:
Never mind that now. I have something far more interesting to show you. Behold, my dear fellows!
Susato:
Oh, another music box disk.
Sholmes:
No, not 'another' disk, Miss Susato. This is the one Gregson demanded we hand over as evidence: Mr McGilded's disk!
Susato:
Oh my!
Ryunosuke:
Then, then...what's it doing here?!
Sholmes:
Heh heh heh! You know, at times, Mr Naruhodo... ...I think that though I have an undeniable turn for detection... ...I may well be even more adept at larceny!
Iris:
Ooh! That would be wonderfully exciting! I'd be your pickpocketing assistant! And Runo could be our go-to lawyer if we ever got caught!
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Iris:
Plus, Susie has such beautiful handwriting, she could write all our menacing crime notifications!
Susato:
Yes! I'd be delighted!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm just going to pretend this conversation never happened, I think.)
Converse
The music box disk
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't understand... How did that disk come to be in your possession? I thought Inspector Gregson took it back to Scotland Yard.
Sholmes:
Quite correct. And that sort of uncompromising attitude is precisely why I always carry some of this.
Susato:
That's...a bar of caramel, Mr Sholmes.
Ryunosuke:
Your one and only friend in times of loneliness, if I'm not mistaken.
Sholmes:
If you will humour me, my dear fellows... ...cast your minds back to when the good detective confiscated the disk.
Gregson:
I'll be takin' that whatever-it-is of McGilded's down to the Yard, thank you very much! So hand it over!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, of course...
Sholmes:
If the police demand something as evidence, my dear fellow, we have no choice but to capitulate. It's all yours, Inspector.
Sholmes:
For the briefest of moments, I had the disk in my hand, did I not?
Ryunosuke:
Yes... Yes, you did. But...I still don't understand.
Sholmes:
It was at precisely that moment, that I summoned my one and only friend into action. I pressed the disk into a pair of bars...like this.
Ryunosuke:
That's...that's amazing! The disk and all the miniscule protrusions have made an image in the caramel!
Sholmes:
Indeed. This caramel is quite exceptional. I developed it myself, you know. Suitably soft for making impressions, but resistant to melting. The result of a precisely controlled solution.
Susato:
How extraordinary!
Sholmes:
Carrying a pair of these on one's person frequently proves very useful indeed. Take a house key, for example. A simple press, and its unique form is duplicated. I can enter anyone's property at will. And never without high-sucrose nourishment.
Ryunosuke:
Yeees... It sounds...illegal.
Sholmes:
From the image, I was able to create this. I confess I was most curious to know what manner of music would issue from the disk when played.
The music on the disk (appears after "The music box disk")
Susato:
Do tell us, then, Mr Sholmes! What music does the disk play?
Sholmes:
Well...unfortunately I have no idea.
Ryunosuke:
No idea?
Sholmes:
None whatsoever. Are you familiar with the workings of a music box, my dear fellows?
Ryunosuke:
No, I'm afraid not.
Iris:
Goodness! You don't know, Runo? Inside a music box, there's a special metal piece called a 'comb'. That's what produces the sound. Small protuberances pluck the different teeth of the comb as they rotate past it, making the different notes. The first music boxes to be invented used a rotating cylinder with protuberances on it.
Sholmes:
But over time, a new type of player was produced, which uses disks such as these. With that development, the popularity of music boxes spread far and wide. All around the globe.
Susato:
Why, exactly?
Sholmes:
Because the disks are easy to produce, and can be interchanged to facilitate the playing of different tunes. There are a great many firms in Europe now manufacturing music boxes as a result.
Susato:
It is wonderful to be able to enjoy music, even when no performer is present.
Sholmes:
But it is the very success of the invention that means we are now presented with an insurmountable problem.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Sholmes:
As you may imagine, the construction of one firm's music box does not match that of another. And we have no way of knowing in which music box this particular disk was designed to be played. There is no resolution to this problem, I'm afraid. It's quite intractable.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see. So that's why...
Sholmes:
Naturally, I tested the disk in those few music boxes I have at my disposal. But as you can hear, to no avail. The results were equally unsatisfactory in this one. So... ...I am presently engaged in acquiring an example of all the music boxes ever made in Europe.
Susato:
E-Every single one?!
Iris:
That's Hurley for you. Always taking things too far.
Sholmes:
But, my dear girl! An unsolved riddle is quite repugnant to my constitution!
Ryunosuke:
But surely all the different types in Europe will amount to a huge volume of music boxes, won't it?
Sholmes:
Hm, yes, that is certainly true. In the worst case... ...I shall just have to ask you to vacate the attic room.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Magnus McGilded
Sholmes:
Magnus McGilded... Not a name I expected to hear again so soon.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes... It's only been two months since that grisly case...) Mr McGilded perished within hours of the trial's conclusion.
Was it the curse of the Reaper? No one knows, still now. The omnibus was reduced to a pile of ash. Not a shred of evidence remained. And with the man's death... ...the truth about the murder in which he was so intimately involved was buried.
Ryunosuke:
Even though we successfully established Mr McGilded's innocence in the trial...
Susato:
...The newspapers are still claiming that it remains an unsolved case.
Ryunosuke:
The murder of the brickmaker, Mr 'Thrice-Fired' Mason... In the end, the truth of the matter remains a mystery. We still have no idea what really happened that night. And although Mr McGilded was found not guilty through my defence... ...I still don't know if that was the right judgement or not.
Sholmes:
It would appear the case is not yet closed.
Present
Anything
After clearing all Converse options:
Iris:
Well, it's time I started getting things ready for dinner, I think. Ginny will be here before long.
Sholmes:
Thank you, Iris.
Susato:
Oh, well you must let me help you, then.
Iris:
Of course, Susie! There's plenty to do.
Sholmes:
I think I shall investigate the condition of my faithful performing partner. Now then...where did I leave it...?
Ryunosuke:
Let this be a lesson to you, Mr Sholmes: Never leave anything too precious with the pawnbroker.
Sholmes:
Hm, yes... You may be right.
Susato:
Oh, that reminds me! Of something Mr Windibank said before. He said that he had a manuscript of Iris's in pawn, didn't he?
Sholmes:
Did he?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, he definitely mentioned it. 'Mr Sholmes's latest tale of otherworldly mystery lies dormant in my storeroom,' were his words, I believe.
Iris:
So you heard about that, did you? I expect you were as incensed as I was!
Susato:
Oh yes! The idea of such a wonderful story languishing in Mr Windibank's storeroom, gathering dust...
Sholmes:
My dear madam, I'm quite sure I told you already... ...the pawnbroker's storeroom is the safest place for it. More secure than a bank's vault!
Iris:
And what about your Stradivarius, Hurley? Was that safe and secure?
Sholmes:
Weeell... There may be the occasional mix-up.
Ryunosuke:
(Caused by a certain impetuous someone not too far from me now...)
Iris:
Do you have any idea how long it took me to write that Baskerville story, Hurley?
Susato:
Oh, it sounds so exciting! 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'! I should love to read it!
Iris:
.........
Sholmes:
.........
Susato:
.........Ah!
Ryunosuke:
......... (What's going on here? Why does it feel like an icy chill just swept through the room?)
Iris:
Susie...what did you just say?
Susato:
Erm...
Iris:
You said...'The Hound of the Baskervilles'... But...how could you know the full title?
Susato:
Well, that's... .........
Ryunosuke:
That's because Miss Susato is such a great fan of all the stories about Mr Sholmes, of course.
Iris:
But Runo, 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'... ...has never been published.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
When I showed Hurley the manuscript, he told me that I wasn't allowed to publish it yet.
Ryunosuke:
I don't understand...
Iris:
That's why he said that he'd keep it safe. Until it was the right time for the story to be made public, you see.
Ryunosuke:
So that's why the manuscript is at Windibank's...?
Iris:
And yet, how could Susie here know its title? Well Hurley? What's going on?
Sholmes:
......... ...Ah!
Ryunosuke:
...? What is it, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
It would appear our guest has arrived.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade!
Gina:
......... ...This was a bad idea. I knew I weren't welcome. I'm goin'!
Ryunosuke:
No! Wait! ...Miss Lestrade! We've all been eagerly awaiting your arrival. ...Haven't we, Iris?
Iris:
......... Oh yes! Just wait there, Ginny. We'll have everything ready in a jiffy! Come along, Susie!
Susato:
Right! Of course! It's a pleasure to see you here, Miss Lestrade. Please, make yourself at home!
Sholmes:
Don't stand in the doorway, my dear girl. Come along in! What say you to some Mendelssohn? I won't take 'no' for an answer!
Ryunosuke:
...Meddlesome it is, then.
Gina:
.........
Wagahai:
...Miaow.
Ryunosuke:
That evening... ...Iris prepared us all a meal that was even more delicious than usual... ...Mr Sholmes's violin performance was in no way meddlesome... ...and Gina, as we came to call her, taught us all how to steal things from one another without being noticed. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves...well into the night.
15th April, 9:34 p.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Ryunosuke:
That was a very enjoyable evening, wasn't it?
Susato:
Oh yes! Iris's cooking was truly divine!
Ryunosuke:
And I feel as though I can still hear the enchanting strains of Mr Sholmes's violin even now.
Susato:
Best of all...I bet I could steal the glasses from His Lordship's face next time we're in court! ......... Naruhodo-san...could I consult with you about something, I wonder?
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter, Susato-san?
Susato:
......... It's...about the telegram I received.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (The one that arrived first thing this morning, I suppose.)
Susato:
......... I've...I've been summoned.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Summoned? ...What do you mean?
Susato:
The telegram was from the Lord Chief Justice's office. Lord Stronghart has asked to see me.
Ryunosuke:
The Lord Chief Justice? ...When?
Susato:
Tomorrow morning.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Then, then we have to start preparing at once!
Susato:
Oh! No...that won't be necessary, Naruhodo-san. I've been summoned alone.
Ryunosuke:
Alone? What on earth for?
Susato:
......... I have no idea. I suppose I shall find out tomorrow.
Ryunosuke:
(What's all this about? Whatever it is, it's making me feel very uneasy...)
*Knock knock*
Ryunosuke:
(Oh, who could that be, I wonder?)
Iris:
Good evening, friends!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Iris. Hello again.
Gina:
.........
Susato:
And Gina, too.
Iris:
Yes! Ginny's going to stay with us tonight. She's going to sleep in with me! ...Isn't that right, Ginny?
Gina:
Well...yeah...
Susato:
How lovely! Let me make a pot of tea.
Iris:
You know, I've learnt so much today!
Susato:
Oh, what...in particular?
Iris:
All those things Ginny showed us! Wasn't it wonderful?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, you mean all those pickpocketing techniques? We had fun trying them out on each other, didn't we?
Iris:
I think I've awakened a natural talent! I could earn a living from it!
Ryunosuke:
(...You might be getting ahead of yourself a little there.) So...what brings you up to our humble quarters at this late hour?
Iris:
Well, you see... ...I came to return this.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what?! That's, that's mine!
Susato:
Oh my! However did you...?
Iris:
I told you, didn't I? I have a natural talent for it!
Ryunosuke:
(Oh yes, I'd forgotten... ...Iris literally is a child genius.)
Iris:
So anyway, here...you can have it back. Not that I really understand why you wear it, though.
Ryunosuke:
Ah. Thank you.
Iris:
Alright then, good night!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, good night.
Iris:
......... Hm... So this is your office, is it? What do you think, Ginny?
Gina:
I think I wouldn't fancy me chances wiv a lawyer wot lives in a place like this.
Iris:
Yes! Me too! Hahahaha!
Ryunosuke:
(It seems as though Iris here... ...still has something she'd like to talk about.)
Susato:
I suppose...she probably wants to talk about the manuscript.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I suppose she probably does.)
Examine
Gina Lestrade (before clearing a Converse option with Iris Wilson)
Ryunosuke:
(Gina looks very pensive over there...) Are you alright, Gina?
Gina:
Eh? ...I was just thinkin', that's all. 'Ow I wouldn't fancy me chances wiv a lawyer wot lives in a place like this.
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, you did mention that already.
Gina:
Get off! Did I? Well, nuffin' else really springs to mind, that's why.
Ryunosuke:
(What's wrong with this room exactly? I like it.)
Gina Lestrade (after clearing a Converse option with Iris Wilson)
Your parents (appears after clearing "The manuscript" Converse option with Iris Wilson)
Ryunosuke:
I've realised that I don't know anything about your parents, Gina.
Gina:
I ain't got any, 'ave I? ...Never did 'ave.
Susato:
Oh...
Gina:
Look, the East End's full of orphans like me. No one wants nuffin' to do wiv us, from the minute we're born. Not even our mums.
Iris:
.........
Gina:
But we all stick together. The older ones look after the little'uns an' make sure they get by.
Susato:
So that's why you're a pickpocket!
Gina:
......... Nah. Divin's my life. I love it. I get a kick out of it every time I lift some pompous idiot's purse. And that's 'ow we all afford to eat. I'm like Robin 'Ood, ain't I? That's 'ow I see it.
Susato:
Oh, Gina...
Gina:
I do think about it sometimes. Wot it'd be like to 'ave parents, I mean. I always thought it'd make everyfin' right. But 'avin' listened to wot Iris just said... ...it sounds like 'avin' parents ain't always easy, either.
Iris:
Oh!
Gina:
I mean, if you know you never 'ad 'em, you don't feel like yer always wantin' to meet 'em.
Iris:
......... It's true...
Susato:
...!
Iris:
I do want to see Daddy. So much.
Susato:
Oh, Iris...
Gina:
.........
Sholmes's lie (appears after clearing "The Hound of the Baskervilles" Converse option with Iris Wilson)
Ryunosuke:
Gina, what did you mean when you said that you know Mr Sholmes is lying to Iris?
Gina:
Well, 'e reckons 'e popped that 'mantelscript' or wotever, right? But come on! That's obviously a load o' rubbish!
Susato:
Oh my! Why would you think that, Gina?
Gina:
It's simple! If that story was really in old Windibank's storeroom... ...there's no way someone from 'alf way around the world - in other words, you - could know about it.
Susato:
Ah...
Gina:
Sorry, Iris, but if you ask me, 'e's sold it. Wivout tellin' you.
Iris:
But Hurley would never do something like that. I'm sure of it.
Gina:
Hah! Grown-ups do a lot worse than that, believe me. Barefaced liars, the lot of 'em! You just ain't realised it yet.
Iris:
.........
Gina:
I'm tellin' ya, that 'mantelscript' ain't at Windibank's. You'd soon see if you 'ad a look! Even if you think you can trust 'im, I don't! That Sholmes is a liar like the rest of 'em!
Iris:
......... If I'm honest... ...I have wondered if Hurley's telling me the truth sometimes.
Gina:
See...
Iris:
Oh, but I don't mean that I think he sold it! I mean that I sometimes wonder if he might have hidden my manuscript somewhere. Somewhere I don't know. Even though it's wrong of me to doubt him...
Ryunosuke:
Don't be too hard on yourself, Iris.
Gina:
.........
Anything else
Iris:
Runo, what are you doing?
Gina:
Look, I'm not gonna steal nuffin', alright? ...It's all junk anyway.
Ryunosuke:
(...Charming. I suppose I should engage our guests in conversation, really...)
Converse
The manuscript
Susato:
Iris, I... I suppose you're hoping to talk about the manuscript, aren't you?
Iris:
...Aren't you going to tell me?
Susato:
......... I'm so sorry. I...need a little more time...please.
Iris:
......... Alright, I understand. I hope I haven't made you feel awkward.
Susato:
Oh no, not at all, Iris. Not at all.
Gina:
I dunno wot all this is about really, but... ...it's a story you made up, is it, Iris, this 'mantelscript' or wotever you call it?
Iris:
It's not exactly a story that I made up. It's something I read in Daddy's diaries.
Gina:
'Daddy's'...?
Iris:
That's right. I don't suppose I've mentioned it to you before, Ginny, but... ...my daddy was Hurley's assistant once. His partner.
Gina:
Eh?!
Iris:
They solved all sorts of strange and mysterious cases together.
Gina:
Is, is that right, mister?
Ryunosuke:
Apparently so. I was as surprised as you are, though.
Iris:
And Daddy wrote all the details of every single case down, you see. In his diaries. So I study them and write my stories based on what actually happened.
Gina:
So...where's yer old man now then?
Iris:
......... He...had to go away on urgent business. To a faraway land. And he'll be gone a very long time. So...I've never really met him.
Gina:
...Oh. Right.
Ryunosuke:
(Come to think of it... ...I don't know anything about Gina's parents either. Perhaps we should ask her.)
The Hound of the Baskervilles
Ryunosuke:
Iris, this 'Hound of the Baskervilles' story... I take it that it's another tale inspired by your father's accounts?
Iris:
That's right. I thought it was fascinating. But it's different somehow. From the other ones, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? How?
Iris:
I don't really know. But it must be special in some way. Because after I'd written it and I showed the manuscript to Hurley... ...he turned white as a sheet. It was the first time I've ever seen him like that.
Sholmes:
It pains me to have to say this after you've toiled over it for so long, Iris... ...but this story must not be published at this time. ...Under any circumstances.
Iris:
But why not? It's one of my best works!
Sholmes:
...I'm not at liberty to say. Not now. So please, do not ask me.
Iris:
......... ...Alright then, I won't.
Sholmes:
But I do solemnly swear that I will explain everything one day, Iris. When the time is right.
Ryunosuke:
And that's how the manuscript came to be with Mr Windibank, isn't it?
Iris:
Yes. Hurley said it had to be somewhere very safe.
Gina:
That really gets my goat, that does! 'E's treatin' you like a child! It's mean, that's wot it is, keepin' secrets like that!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure Mr Sholmes isn't trying to be mean.
Gina:
Eh?
Ryunosuke:
If he said he wasn't at liberty to talk about it, I'm sure there must have been a very good reason.
Susato:
......... I think so, too.
Gina:
Tsk, you lot are too trustin' for yer own good. But 'e can't pull the wool over my eyes. Sholmes is lyin' to Iris, I bet my life on it!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Iris:
Hurley's...lying to me...?
After clearing all Converse options with Iris Wilson and Gina Lestrade:
Iris:
Oh my goodness! Look at the time! Come along, Ginny, we should go back downstairs.
Gina:
Yeah...alright.
Iris:
And please, don't mention any of this to Hurley, will you?
Ryunosuke:
No...of course not. Good night then, Iris. Good night, Gina.
Susato:
You must let me make breakfast for you tomorrow morning! I insist!
Iris:
Oh, yes please! I can't wait, Susie! Good night, then!
Ryunosuke:
(Iris... It sure is easy to forget, isn't it? Sometimes she speaks just like an adult. But deep down, she's still just a child.)
Susato:
Well, I think it's time that I turned in for the night, too, Naruhodo-san.
Ryunosuke:
Dr John H. Wilson... Iris's father... But also... ...the name of the murdered visiting professor at Yumei University. It can't be a mere coincidence... There's something deeper going on... ........................... .................. .........
???:
...ster Naruhodo... ...Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
(That voice... That's...Mr Sholmes!) What's going on? It's the middle of the night.
Sholmes:
It's Miss Lestrade... She's gone.
Ryunosuke:
Gina?
Sholmes:
She was supposed to be sleeping in Iris's room. But her bed is empty.
Ryunosuke:
Well...she's an independent young woman. She probably decided to go home, no?
Sholmes:
I think not. From speaking to her before she retired... ...I received the distinct impression that she was looking forward to breakfasting with Miss Susato. No, I don't believe the girl has gone home. But I've been waiting for over an hour now.
Ryunosuke:
Over an hour? Oh...
Sholmes:
If you'll indulge me, look out of the window, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
(What's this about?) ...! Wait a minute... (Why is there a light on at this time of night?)
Sholmes:
That's Mr Windibank's pawnbrokery.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Windibank's... (Oh no!)
Gina:
It's simple! If that story was really in old Windibank's storeroom... ...there's no way someone from 'alf way around the world - in other words, you - could know about it.
Gina:
Sorry, Iris, but if you ask me, 'e's sold it. Wivout tellin' you.
Ryunosuke:
(Could Gina have gone...?)
Sholmes:
It seems you have some knowledge of the situation, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? ...Oh, no! No, not really.
Sholmes:
Well anyway, we must investigate.
???:
At once!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato!
16th April, 1:14 a.m.
Baker Street
Ryunosuke:
The door to Windibank's... It's open!
Susato:
And the lamp is burning.
Ryunosuke:
It must be Gina...mustn't it?
Sholmes:
Let us hope it's nothing more sinister.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
Come, there's not a moment to lose! Clearly something is afoot inside!
Ryunosuke:
...There's no one here...
Sholmes:
...Oh yes... ...there is!
*BANG!*
Susato:
AAAAAAAH!!! Mr Sholmes! Mr Shooolmes!!!
Ryunosuke:
What the- (Has Sholmes been shot?!)
Sholmes:
Leave me, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
But...
Sholmes:
After them! Go!
Ryunosuke:
Right!
Ryunosuke:
...Blast! (I've lost them!)
???:
'Ello 'ello, what 'ave we 'ere?
Bobby:
The alarm was just raised from this pawnbroker's sir. Would you know somethin' about that?
Ryunosuke:
Officer! Come with me! It's my friend! Mr Sholmes! He's been shot!
Bobby:
Shot?!
Ryunosuke:
With the policeman close behind me, I ran back to Windibank's...
Anime cutscene
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
How bad is it?
Sholmes:
Agh...never mind me. But there's much at stake. Behind that door... In the storeroom! ...Hurry!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?! It's...it's Gina?!
To be continued...
*BANG!*
AAAAAAAH!!!
I'll be alright, Mr Naruhodo! After them! Go! Behind that door. In the storeroom! ...Hurry!
It's...it's Gina?!
From that moment, Windibank's Pawnbrokery became a crime scene. Everything that followed happened in a whirlwind of activity. The arrival of the police, the preliminary investigation of the scene and the questioning... It was just before dawn before I was allowed back to my lodgings at 221B.
16th April, 6:21 a.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Iris:
Those are the Scales of Justice, aren't they?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. Miss Susato says they symbolise equality and fairness of judgement.
Iris:
But if it's the symbol used by defence lawyers... ...shouldn't it at least be leaning a little to the not guilty side?
Ryunosuke:
...My thoughts exactly.
Inside of armband
Iris:
Oh! I've seen letters like these before. They're called 'kanji', aren't they? So is this how you write your name in Japanese?
Ryunosuke:
Actually, no. That's not my name at all.
Iris:
......... Runo, you know that stealing is wrong, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
......... (First of all, I inherited this from my best friend on his death. Second of all, if anyone has stolen it, it's you! You just grabbed it from me!)
Iris:
Is everything alright? You've gone very quiet all of a sudden.
Ryunosuke:
It's a long story. Too long for now. We'll talk about it another time.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Iris!
Iris:
A telegram came. But all it said was, 'Wait at home'.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, we asked one of the policemen to have it sent. It was simply impossible to come back.
Iris:
When I woke up...I was all alone. Hurley and Ginny were gone. Everyone was gone. What happened, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Iris. She's trembling. She's obviously trying very hard not to let herself get too worried.) ...I'll explain everything that I know.
Iris:
Something awful has happened, hasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, I'm afraid so.
Examine
Spade
Ryunosuke:
That spade has been in here since we started renting the place.
Iris:
Runo! That's not a spade, it's a shovel.
Ryunosuke:
Ah. You're a shoveller, are you? I had a feeling you'd pick me up on that.
Iris:
Oh no...a pick is something else entirely.
Ryunosuke:
(...Now I've dug myself into an even deeper hole.)
Tea set
Ryunosuke:
So this is the tea set that Miss Susato brought with her from Japan. Let's hope she hasn't noticed me slipping sugar and milk into my cup when she makes it. It's just so bitter!
Iris:
Susie's lovely green tea has had quite an impact on Hurley, you know. He's stopped putting milk and sugar in his coffee, even. And Hurley is normally bitterly opposed to bitterness.
Stove or kettle
Ryunosuke:
It's spring at last, and the weather is warmer now. But I love the smell of the fire and the steam rising from the kettle.
Iris:
Oh, how about some tea, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Thanks, Iris, but I'm alright for now. (With the green tea Susato-san makes me from time to time and Iris's unique herbal infusions... ...this place is paradise for a true tea-lover.)
Iris:
If you're sure. You know I always have plenty whenever you're feeling thirsty!
Desk in back
Ryunosuke:
We've only been here in London for about two months, but my desk is starting to look a little messy already.
Iris:
Hurley's desk is far worse, you know.
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure if I try hard enough, I can make my desk as messy as Mr Sholmes's.
Iris:
Hm...I wonder...
Ryunosuke:
You don't think I can?
Iris:
Well, it takes a certain genius to reach that level of disorder, you know.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, the path to true mess is long and arduous, it seems...)
Daruma doll
Ryunosuke:
Ah, the daruma doll I brought with me from home. Still with only one eye coloured in. I said I'd colour the other eye once I won my first court case here in Britain, but...
Iris:
That's cruel, only letting it have one eye!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but it's because I don't consider myself a good enough lawyer yet, you see. Once I become a fully-fledged lawyer, Miss Susato will colour in the other eye for me.
Iris:
Well in that case, why not colour in the other eye now... ...and then every time you win a new case, give it an extra eye. You can never have too many eyes, you know.
Ryunosuke:
......... Call me crazy, but I'd never considered that.
Door
Ryunosuke:
Do you know, I've never seen inside Miss Susato's room? I haven't so much as put my head around the door.
Iris:
Oh, Susie often invites me up! It's so much fun!
Ryunosuke:
Really? ...What's her room like?
Iris:
I can't tell you that!
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Iris:
A young maiden's private chamber is a place of bitter-sweet secrets, you know!
Ryunosuke:
(...Where have I heard that before? I suppose some things are the same the world over.)
Aquarium
Ryunosuke:
We were rather lucky to find that old 'aquarium' left behind here. The prawns we put in there are doing rather well. And the anemones, too.
Iris:
Apparently, tanks like those were very popular in London before I was born.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. You mean they're not any more?
Iris:
I think people discovered it was too much effort to clean them out and change the water all the time.
Ryunosuke:
(I can believe that. Prawns and anemones are fun...for a while.)
Desk in front
Iris:
Oh? This looks like a telegram.
Ryunosuke:
It is. But you mustn't open it. Not under any circumstances!
Iris:
Alright, I won't! Now then, let's see...
Ryunosuke:
No! What did I just say?! You mustn't open it!
Iris:
Don't worry, I won't. With this special concoction I've developed, I'll be able to see through the envelope without having to open it.
Ryunosuke:
No! That's not allowed either!
Iris:
Oh... But I'm sure it's something important...
Ryunosuke:
(...Little geniuses sure can be mischievous.)
Converse
Events at Windibank's
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Iris, but...Mr Windibank is dead.
Iris:
...!
Ryunosuke:
He was shot. We discovered it in the early hours of the morning.
Iris:
......... Oh. Yes, I had a feeling...
Ryunosuke:
You did?
Iris:
Well I saw all of those police carriages pulling up outside his shop. So I knew something must have happened there.
Ryunosuke:
......... When we entered Windibank's in the small hours, we disturbed a gang of two thugs. They ran out onto the street, and I chased after them, but... ...they got away.
Iris:
So...it was one of them who shot old Mr Windibank, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
I don't know, but...that's not what the police believe at the moment.
Iris:
Oh! Why not?
Ryunosuke:
They've arrested someone else as their prime suspect, you see. ...Gina.
Iris:
G-Ginny?! But...why?!
Ryunosuke:
Well, the thing is...
Iris:
No! Ginny wouldn't do something like that!
Ryunosuke:
I know, I know! None of us think she did it.
Iris:
Then why have they arrested her?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry. There was nothing I could do...
Sholmes's situation
Iris:
So where's Hurley, then? Is he still there investigating the scene? He really ought to have some breakfast. It's not good for him to miss meals.
Ryunosuke:
......... I don't want you to worry, Iris, but I have some news about Mr Sholmes.
Iris:
...!
Ryunosuke:
He...was taken to hospital this morning.
Iris:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Well, um... ...when we entered Windibank's, a gun was fired, and...he took a bullet.
Iris:
H-Hurley...? Was shot...? N-No... No...
Ryunosuke:
It's, it's alright! His life isn't in danger!
Iris:
Really? Are you sure? ...Where is he? Which hospital?
Ryunosuke:
He's, he's at St Synner's. They're tending to him there.
Iris:
I must see him. ...At once!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry, Iris, but you can't.
Iris:
Why not?! That's not fair! I'm a family member! I should be allowed!
Ryunosuke:
No, I mean, nobody can see him at the moment. He's not allowed any visitors. They're preparing to operate, you see.
Iris:
To...to operate...? Oh, poor Hurley...
Changes "Sholmes's situation" Converse option to "Injured Sholmes"
Injured Sholmes
Ryunosuke:
It was the two thugs who were in Mr Windibank's shop. They shot Mr Sholmes when we disturbed them, you see.
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
It was pitch-black inside the shop at the time. My mind went totally blank, I'm afraid. I, I just froze.
Sholmes:
After them! Go!
Ryunosuke:
After that, I ran out into the street, but... Well, they were long gone. I, I shouldn't have hesitated. I'm so sorry. It's my fault. I let them get away.
Iris:
......... I think...that's a very good thing.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
Well, if you'd seen which way they went and chased after them... ...you might have been shot as well, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Iris:
On top of everything else, I...I couldn't bear that.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, Iris...
Susato's situation
Iris:
Where's Susie, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
She's still at the police station.
Iris:
Oh! Why?
Ryunosuke:
I expect she's still being questioned. The police said they wouldn't be finished for a while.
Iris:
Why aren't you there then?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I didn't get a good look at the criminals, anyway. So they weren't questioning me for long. And Miss Susato stayed behind at the scene to tend to Mr Sholmes, so they didn't get started until later.
Iris:
Ah, I see.
Ryunosuke:
(Besides... ...one of us had to come back to be with Iris. I'm glad Inspector Gregson agreed to me leaving early.)
Iris:
...You should have let me know and I would have come to the station.
Gina's arrest (appears after "Events at Windibank's")
Iris:
I don't understand why they arrested Ginny. It's not fair! What about the two thugs that were at the scene? Why aren't they the prime suspects? After all... ...they shot Hurley dead, didn't they?
Ryunosuke:
No! I, I mean, Mr Sholmes isn't dead, Iris!
Iris:
Argh, this is all so horrible...
Ryunosuke:
The thing is, Mr Windibank was found on the floor in the storeroom where he keeps all the deposited articles. And the storeroom door was locked from the inside.
Iris:
I see...
Ryunosuke:
But he wasn't alone in there. ...Gina was found next to him on the floor as well.
Iris:
Oh no!
Ryunosuke:
And according to the detectives who investigated afterwards...
Iris:
Don't tell me. There was no one else in the room?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Exactly. How did you know?
Iris:
It's the only explanation.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...the only explanation, indeed.
Iris:
What do you mean by that, Runo?! Well?!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, what can I say? I'm damned if I agree, damned if I don't...)
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid I'll need to go out again now, Iris. There's not much I can do at the moment... But I can at least try to find out how Mr Sholmes and Gina are getting on.
Iris:
I want to go, too. Take me with you, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Iris:
I can't stand just sitting around here waiting.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not sure how I feel about taking a ten-year-old child to the scene of a murder... But I don't want to leave her all alone here, either.) Alright then, Iris. Perhaps you can help me?
Iris:
Oh yes! I'd love to!
Ryunosuke:
Gina's at the prison. Mr Sholmes is...probably in his hospital bed.
Iris:
And don't forget we have to visit the crime scene! We need to conduct a thorough investigation!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I can see you're ready for action! (I imagine Iris would appreciate going to the hospital sooner rather than later...)
Sholmes's Suite
Examine
Desk on left
Ryunosuke:
Look at Mr Sholmes's desk. It's completely clear. (It looks totally different without that enormous machine on it.)
Iris:
Hurley lives in an absolute mess all the time. He never notices when things go missing.
Ryunosuke:
...Even Mr Sholmes must have noticed that huge lump of metal is no longer there, surely.
Shelves on left
Ryunosuke:
There's all sorts on these shelves: chemistry apparatus, books, papers and...lots of things I've never seen before. It's all heaped up so high, I can't help feeling that the whole lot is going to topple at any moment. 
Iris:
Yes, Hurley does tend to overload the shelves.
Ryunosuke:
...That's one way of putting it.
Iris:
He wanted to look something up in one of those books the other day, you know. But it was so tightly crammed in, he gave up and went out to buy a brand new copy instead.
Initials on wall
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, the letters 'V' and 'R' inscribed on the wall...in bullet holes. Isn't it the initials of the Queen or something?
Iris:
That's right. But Hurley isn't a very good shot, sadly. I can't remember how many times he had to replaster that patch of wall before he managed to make the letters!
Ryunosuke:
(...Is he a patriot or a plasterer?)
Violin
Ryunosuke:
Now this really is Mr Sholmes's faithful performing partner, then. The Stravidar... The Strappyscar... The Scrapifarious...? (No, it's no good. It's gone.) The virtuoso's violin that he found in a pawnbroker's and managed to buy for next to nothing.
Iris:
I hope Hurley gets well soon. I miss hearing his violin playing already.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, Iris, I'm sure he will.
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
The fire's burning comfortingly in the grate again today. It's a very different feeling to a Japanese hibachi somehow. 
Iris:
Hurley's been working on his disguises recently. He's been dressing as a woman, mainly.
Ryunosuke:
...Really?! Mr Sholmes...dresses in women's clothes?
Iris:
Yes. You see the lady in that photographic print on the mantelpiece? That's Hurley!
Ryunosuke:
(...He's quite stunning...)
Chest
Ryunosuke:
It's an unusual way to make use of a huge metal chest. As a table for tea and coffee. But it is a very sturdy box. And I've noticed that it's always locked.
Iris:
Ah, well, that's because... ...that box contains some of my most important things!
Ryunosuke:
(Which you have no intention of telling me more about, judging from that guarded smile.)
Shelf to the right of fireplace
Ryunosuke:
These are all mementoes of Mr Sholmes's past cases, I think. If he'd been involved in my case, I wonder if the beef steak from La Carneval would be on display here... 
Iris:
Hurley says that Waggy is a memento, too.
Ryunosuke:
What? How?
Iris:
He tried really hard to get the little fellow to stay on those shelves at first. But he had to give up in the end. Waggy just wouldn't keep still.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...funny that.
Tea set on cart or table
Ryunosuke:
Your beautiful tea set is there on the table as usual. A cup of one of your special herbal blends always helps me to relax when I'm feeling the strain.
Iris:
Poor Hurley... He hasn't had a drop of tea today. I wish I could take some to the hospital for him.
Blackboard
Ryunosuke:
This is where you note down ideas, isn't it, Iris? Let's see...what does it say today? Ah, 'The Boscombe Valley Mystery'. 
Iris:
We visited Boscombe Valley recently for a picnic, you see. But I forgot to bring the tea. So when Hurley became thirsty, he decided to drink from Boscombe Pool. He gave himself an awful tummy ache.
Ryunosuke:
Oh dear...
Iris:
Hurley sat there miserable as can be in that field of flowers after that. Just like when you saw him yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
...That really is an unsavoury tale. 
White shelf behind chandelier
Ryunosuke:
That's a charming little white shelf. And full of charming little bottles, too. ...But the contents of them aren't quite so charming, it seems. 
Iris:
I'm so close now! I've nearly developed a rainbow smoke grenade, you know!
Ryunosuke:
So you're still working on those colourful but funny explosives, are you?
Iris:
I tell you what! When I've perfected it, I'll fire the first shot at you, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
...What an honour.
Typewriter or desk on right
Ryunosuke:
Come to think of it, I haven't seen you doing much writing recently, Iris. But there's paper already set up in the typewriter, I notice. As if you're about to start. 
Iris:
I'm a little stuck for a new story idea, actually.
Ryunosuke:
Well...you could consider using what happened to Mr Natsume, perhaps?
Iris:
Ooh, yes! That's a fabulous idea! And a great title has just popped into my head as well. 'The Adventure of the Catty Man'! How's that, Runo!
Baker Street
Examine
Pawnbrokery or carriage
Ryunosuke:
(There's still a Scotland Yard carriage outside Windibank's.)
Iris:
I never imagined we'd be investigating a case so close to home...
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Iris, she's very upset by all this.) I'm sorry. I was there. I should have done more...
Iris:
None of this is your fault, Runo. So please, don't apologise.
Ryunosuke:
But I...
Iris:
It's the criminals who are to blame for all this! So let's investigate and work out how to catch them!
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, you're right!
Sholmes' office
Ryunosuke:
It's already been two months that we've been taking lodgings here above Mr Sholmes's office. (I still can't quite believe it. I never expected things would turn out like this.)
Iris:
When Hurley comes back home, let's have a big party!
Ryunosuke:
That's a great idea. I'm sure it won't be long. Mr Sholmes is very tough.
Iris:
Yes!
16th April
St Synner's Hospital, Ward 3
Iris:
Hurley! ...Oh! He's not here!
Ryunosuke:
No. That's strange... The nurse definitely said he was in the bed by the window, didn't she?
Iris:
Ooh, I know what's probably happened! Hurley was being a big baby. And the bullet wound wasn't that bad after all so he's been sent home.
Ryunosuke:
Hm, I'm not so sure about that. Baby or not... ...there's no question that it was a fairly serious injury that Mr Sholmes suffered.
Iris:
Oh...
???:
'Ello 'ello, what 'ave we 'ere?
Bobby:
This ward is off limits! No visitin'! So what are you doin' in 'ere, eh?
Iris:
Well, I'll have you know, we're Hurley's next of kin!
Bobby:
Eh? ...Oh! Well beggin' your pardon then, ma'am. Sir. ...A little lady and a curious Eastern gentleman... The great mystery-solver 'as a mysterious family, eh.
Ryunosuke:
(...If that's how you see us, um...sure.)
Iris:
Where is he, Constable? Where's Hurley?
Bobby:
I believe 'e is currently in the operatin' theatre, ma'am. Undergoin' an extensive operation.
Iris:
Extensive?!
Bobby:
It 'as been several 'ours since 'e went in.
Iris:
Oh dear... Is he going to be alright?
Bobby:
Well, it doesn't appear to be workin', you see. The anaesthetic, that is.
Iris:
Oh!
Bobby:
I 'ave 'eard a report that the gentleman claims 'e may 'ave 'ad a little too much to drink last night. Coffee, that is.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Bobby:
Anyway, I think it would be fair to assume that 'e won't be back 'ere for several 'ours yet.
Ryunosuke:
...I see. Thank you, Constable. Perhaps we should leave and come back later.
Iris:
Oh, poor Hurley...
Examine
Noticeboard on wall
Ryunosuke:
There's a noticeboard on the wall here, look. Let's see...what does it say...? 'Thought of the Day: On seeing any vermin, calmly and discreetly inform Matron.'
Iris:
Oh yes, they have rats and mice in hospitals like this that love to feast on all the medicine. If you don't deal with them, there's nothing left to treat the patients.
Ryunosuke:
Rats and mice? ...Oh, I see. (This IS a rather old building, I suppose.)
Iris:
But the doctors and nurses are all very good, I hear.
Ryunosuke:
I certainly hope so, for Mr Sholmes's sake.
Bed
Ryunosuke:
This must be Mr Sholmes's bed.
Iris:
Poor Hurley...
Ryunosuke:
I know. It looks a stiff as a board, doesn't it?
Iris:
Oh, I don't think that will bother him.
Ryunosuke:
No?
Iris:
I often find him asleep face down on the floor, completely dead to the world.
Ryunosuke:
...I think I'd call the police if I discovered someone like that.
Crutches
Ryunosuke:
I wonder what these are. Do you have any idea, Iris?
Iris:
Oh! Haven't you ever seen crutches before? Let me explain. They're for people with leg injuries, to help them walk. You hold one under each arm, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...right. I thought they were weapons of some sort.
Iris:
Why would there be weapons in an hospital?
Ryunosuke:
I thought maybe a fighter had been injured in a battle contest and been brought here along with his weapons.
Iris:
......... That's...surprisingly plausible.
16th April
Windibank's Pawnbrokery
Iris:
This is where it happened, then? Last night.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. The two thugs I told you about were obviously ransacking the place, looking for valuables.
Iris:
But... ...apart from the policemen in here, you wouldn't know anything had happened. There's no sign of a disturbance.
Ryunosuke:
No...you're right about that, actually.
Iris:
In fact, if anyone, it's the police who seem to be the ones doing the ransacking.
Ryunosuke:
I know what you mean. They're like a gang of organised criminals, all dressed in black!
???:
Oi! I heard that!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, Inspector! Erm... Good morning.
Gregson:
Hmph. I s'pose I ought to thank you for your vigilance last night. We got to the scene before it was disturbed at least. Shame you let the two rogues get away, mind.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... I'm sorry about that.
Iris:
...I thought you'd assigned extra men to the beat around here, Gregsy. Now look what's happened! Hurley's been injured because there weren't enough police on duty!
Gregson:
.........Ah! Y...Y...Your Ladyship! No one told me you were comin'!
Iris:
I expect you to take full responsibility for what happened to Hurley and see he has the very best medical care!
Gregson:
Of course, Your Ladyship! The very best doctors in the capital are tendin' to him as we speak!
Iris:
And I don't think it's Runo's fault that the rogues managed to get away, is it? Chasing criminals is the police's job.
Gregson:
Absolutely, Your Ladyship! As you say, ma'am, as you say! The gent in black is totally blameless! Everyone's in agreement about that.
Ryunosuke:
(Would you believe it?! He's like a completely different person with Iris. Talk about a personality change...)
Gregson:
Oh! Where are me manners? Are you thirsty, Your Ladyship? Perhaps you'd like some juice? Some nice, refreshin' fruit juice?
Iris:
Oh, why? Are you thirsty, Gregsy? I have some of my special herbal tea with me, if you'd like some!
Gregson:
*Glug* *Glug glug glug* Ahhh... Lovely! Ta very much. That really hit the spot...Your Ladyship.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't even recognise him like this...)
Examine
Bobby (left or center)
Ryunosuke:
(The police are scouring every inch of this place, by the look of it.)
Bobby:
Instructions from the Yard are to examine every article in the shop and every ledger and book of accounts.
Ryunosuke:
Every article?! But, but that's a ridiculous amount of work, surely?
Bobby:
We've been hard at it ever since the shop was declared a crime scene in the early hours. We're siftin' through it all in shifts at least, but still... ...we'll be workin' through the night, that's for sure. And even then we'll barely have scratched the surface.
Ryunosuke:
(A crime in a pawnbroker's... It must be every policeman's worst nightmare.)
Bobby:
It's every copper's worst nightmare, you know, a crime in a pawnbroker's.
Bobby (right)
Ryunosuke:
(This officer has been staring intently at the wall since before we came in here.)
Bobby:
Ssh! Keep it down!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Sorry.
Bobby:
There's a major clue just 'ere.
Iris:
Really?! Then we must tell Gregsy at once!
Bobby:
But as soon as I report it, that'll be it. I'll be stuck 'ere even longer.
Ryunosuke:
Stuck here? What do you mean?
Bobby:
I 'aven't been 'ome in two days already! I need another constable to relieve me and take over me shift.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (They really have a tough time, the British police.)
Iris:
That doesn't stop us from investigating, though, does it?
Ryunosuke:
No...I suppose not. (I'm fairly sure it was the calendar he was peering at...)
Anything else
Iris:
Alright then! Let's see what we can uncover!
Gregson:
Oi, what d'you think you're doin', sunshine? You can't touch anythin' in here.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... But, we were hoping to investigate.
Gregson:
This is a crime scene, for Pete's sake! No touchin'!
Iris:
What's the problem, Gregsy? Runo's a lawyer. You know that.
Gregson:
Oh, I'm ever so sorry, Your Ladyship. Ever so sorry! The rules and regulations are a thorn in my side! 'Course, if Mr Naruhodo was to have been properly appointed by the accused, that'd be another matter.
Ryunosuke:
The accused...?
Gregson:
If you could show me some representation papers, I'd be only too happy to let you nose around!
Iris:
Did you hear that, Runo? You need Ginny to sign some representation papers.
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like presenting the detective here with the correct paperwork is the only way...)
Anything else (subsequent times)
Iris:
So then...what have we here?
Gregson:
Now what did I tell you, eh, you black-haired blighter?! Hands off my crime scene, sunshine!
Ryunosuke:
...Her Ladyship can do no wrong, though, I suppose?
Gregson:
If you want to be allowed to investigate, I'm gonna need to see some representation papers, got it?
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like presenting the detective here with the correct paperwork is the only way...)
Iris:
Haah... Oh well...
Converse
The investigation
Ryunosuke:
So...how is the investigation going, Inspector?
Gregson:
Nothin' to it, really. Very simple case, this. There's some very definitive evidence. We're just about to charge that diver we arrested last night, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Gina? You're, you're going to charge her?!
Gregson:
That's right. Should be able to bring her before the judge at the Bailey tomorrow.
Iris:
Definitive evidence, you say? What is it? Come on! Show me!
Gregson:
Your Ladyship, as, as much as I wish I could oblige you, I'm afraid...
Iris:
......... Ah, I see. You've already captured the pair of thugs who broke in here last night, have you?
Gregson:
What the-
Iris:
And you're going to put them on the stand as witnesses, are you?
Gregson:
How, how could you...? Hooooooooow?! How could you possibly know that?!
Iris:
...I had a feeling, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
(...Remind me never to try to keep a secret from Iris.) So you've arrested the two men who shot Mr Sholmes, have you?
Gregson:
Well...yes... They were rounded up pretty quickly by the lads on the beat.
Ryunosuke:
And Miss Lestrade is being held at the prison?
Gregson:
She should be. That's assumin' she hasn't lifted the key from the jailer, of course.
Mr Sholmes
Ryunosuke:
Can you tell us anything about Mr Sholmes? What's his condition?
Gregson:
Sorry, I'm not at liberty to divulge that information. Scotland Yard matters are strictly confidential.
Iris:
Well, I know he's being operated on at St Synner's. Why can't I see him? I'm family, you know!
Gregson:
I'm, I'm terribly sorry, Your Ladyship! It's the hospital's policy. No visitin' at all.
Iris:
Oh!
Gregson:
The bullet must've hit an artery in his midriff. He's lost a fair bit of blood.
Iris:
Oh no...
Gregson:
He didn't seem too bad in the first hour or so. But a haemorrhage like that is enough to make even the one and only Sholmes pipe down.
Ryunosuke:
...Mr Sholmes is a human like the rest of us, you know.
Gregson:
Well anyway, he's havin' emergency surgery right now. They've gotta stop that bleedin'.
Iris:
But...he will be alright, won't he? They'll be able to make him better?
Gregson:
Of, of course, Your Ladyship! He'll be as right as rain before you know it!
Iris:
Really?! ...How do you know?
Gregson:
Eh? How do I know? Well, um...erm...because...of course... Ah yes! Because Mr Sholmes is such a greeeeeeat detective, that's why!
Ryunosuke:
(...We'd better pray the doctors have a better grasp of what's needed to make someone well again.)
Iris:
Oh dear... Please don't die, Hurley...
Gregson:
I'll report to Your Ladyship the moment I hear he's out of the operatin' theatre!
Her Ladyship
Ryunosuke:
Um, I couldn't help noticing, Inspector...
Gregson:
What? Out with it, sunshine.
Ryunosuke:
Well, there seems to be...a marked difference between the way you talk to me and Iris.
Gregson:
Watch the sauce, sunny! I'm a copper, and we don't go in for favouritism!
Iris:
But he's right. You do treat us differently.
Gregson:
.........It's 'cause of those 'Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' stories, that's why.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Gregson:
I crop up in 'em, don't I? Inspector Tobias Gregson.
Iris:
Oh! Well yes, because you're an acquaintance of Hurley's.
Ryunosuke:
What did you write about the inspector, Iris?
Iris:
Hm...I don't remember, really.
Gregson:
It was one of Sholmes's lines. 'Gregson is the smartest of the Scotland Yarders,' is how he put it.
Iris:
Oh, did I write that?!
Gregson:
And you know what that one line did for me?! Eh? The very next month my pay doubled! Doubled, I tell you!
Ryunosuke:
Ooh... That's amazing.
Gregson:
All because everyone at the Yard reads 'em. They read all the Herlock Sholmes stories. They've even set up a fan club for me!
Iris:
Of course, that explains everything. It was around that time that you became such a toady to me.
Gregson:
Can you blame me? All it'd take is one bad word from you and Sholmes could change his tune about me. 'Gregson? ...No,' the great detective will say. 'He's gettin' quite overrated these days!' Think what would happen to my salary if that came out in print, eh? The whole thing gives me the willies. I can't tell you how many nights of sleep I've lost to worryin' about it!
Iris:
But that would never happen, Gregsy.
Gregson:
Every month when the new Randst Magazine comes out, my hands are tremblin' as I turn the pages.
Iris:
Oh, how awful for you! Here, have some of my tea to settle your nerves!
Gregson:
*Glug* *Glug glug glug* Ahhh... Lovely! Ta very much. That really hit the spot...Your Ladyship.
Ryunosuke:
(...Tea toadal.)
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson, could you give me your opinion about this, do you think?
Gregson:
We don't tend to share, sunshine. Not with the general public.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Iris:
In that case, Gregsy, how about some herbal tea?
Gregson:
*Glug* *Glug glug glug* Ahhh... Lovely! Ta very much. That really hit the spot...Your Ladyship.
Ryunosuke:
(You don't mind sharing that then...)
After clearing all Converse options:
Gregson:
Oh...yeah...there's somethin' I was s'posed to talk to you about, actually, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes? What is it?
Gregson:
I've got an important message for you. I clean forgot about it until now.
Ryunosuke:
An important message? (I wonder what it could be...)
Converse
Important message
Ryunosuke:
Are you going to tell me what this important message is then, Inspector?
Gregson:
Yeah, it's about that young lady who's normally by your side. Your assistant.
Iris:
Dear Susie! Is she alright?
Ryunosuke:
She's at the station, isn't she? Being questioned, I believe.
Gregson:
Nope, not any more. She had to head off.
Ryunosuke:
Head off? Where?
Gregson:
To Lord Stronghart's office, of course. He summoned her.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (Yes, of course. I'd forgotten about that.)
Gregson:
One of the whipstocks took her there in a Yard carriage after we'd finished questioning her. But she asked us to tell you she didn't have the fare for the return journey and to go and meet her there. ...She's got a nerve, usin' Scotland Yard as a bloomin' messagin' service!
Ryunosuke:
I see. Well, thank you for passing that on, Inspector.
Iris:
Why did Susie have to go to see the Lord Chief Justice?
Ryunosuke:
She...didn't tell me. (But I'd better head over to the Lord Chief Justice's office to fetch her straight away.)
Unlocks "Lord Chief Justice's Office" location
16th April
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Ryunosuke:
(Yes... ...no matter how many times I come here, I always get the same sense of oppressiveness somehow...)
Iris:
Do you think the place is oppressive? I think it's normal.
Ryunosuke:
How so?!
Iris:
I mean, look at that suit of armour over there. You can't take that seriously, can you?
Ryunosuke:
...Maybe it thinks the same about you.
???:
...So everything is clear with regard to tomorrow's arrangements, I trust?
???:
Yes. Thank you very much.
Ryunosuke:
(There they are. Susato-san and Lord Stronghart.)
Iris:
I wonder what they're talking about. They both look very serious.
Stronghart:
Very good. There is nothing further to discuss. You may return to your lodgings. No doubt you have much to do in preparation for your return to your homeland.
Ryunosuke:
......... (...Wait, what did he just say? 'Your return to your homeland'...?) Susato-san!
Susato:
...! Oh! Um...Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
......... What was all that about?
Susato:
.........
Stronghart:
Ah, Mr Naruhodo. Thank you for coming to collect your colleague.
Ryunosuke:
What's this all about? Why were you talking about Miss Susato's 'return to her homeland'? And, and... ...tomorrow?!
Susato:
.........
Iris:
Tomorrow...? But what about Ginny's trial?
Susato:
...! You mean... ...she's been formally charged now? Oh dear...
Iris:
.........
Examine
Bookshelves
Iris:
Oh my goodness! Just look at all these books!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, there are books about the judicial systems of all different Western nations.
Iris:
Hm, even for someone like me... ...it would take at least ten days to read all of these.
Ryunosuke:
Just ten days?!
Iris:
...! Oh, I was only joking, Runo! I thought it would be fun to play up my genius!
Ryunosuke:
(It's scarily believable with you, that's the trouble.)
Armor
Ryunosuke:
Those giant suits of armour are still facing each other menacingly across the room.
Iris:
I just can't understand why anyone would wear things like that in battle. They must be so heavy.
Ryunosuke:
I expect you'd invent some special lightweight suit if it was down to you, wouldn't you, Iris?
Iris:
Hm... I think if it was me... ...I'd invent a world where people didn't need to fight each other in the first place.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Iris, you're a champion.)
Iris:
Well? What do you think? That was a model answer, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(She's ten, Ryunosuke. Ten. And she's leading you around by the nose.)
Gears
Iris:
I love clocks and their mechanisms, don't you? The way all the hundreds of pieces fit together and work as one to move the hands of a single timepiece...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I can imagine clocks are just your cup of tea.
Iris:
When I was little, I used to dream of one day living inside a clock, you know.
Ryunosuke:
Then you must be envious of the Lord Chief Justice having his office in a place like this, I suppose.
Iris:
Hm... No, not really.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Iris:
Well I mean, that's a dream for when you're little. It'd be silly now.
Ryunosuke:
(...Don't let Lord Stronghart hear you talking like that.)
Chair or desk
Iris:
Ooh, I've always dreamt of sitting at a huge desk like that and looking important!
Ryunosuke:
Why don't you try it, then? ...Discreetly, of course.
Iris:
Alright, I will! Tell me how I look!
...Well, Runo? What do you think?
Ryunosuke:
......... A little too discreet. I can't even see you.
Converse
Returning to our homeland
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! What's all this about?
Susato:
Oh... Please don't concern yourself, Mr Naruhodo. It's only me going back to Japan. Your life here can continue just as it has-
Ryunosuke:
That's not what I asked!
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
What happened? Why are you leaving?
Susato:
......... It's my father... He's fallen ill.
Iris:
Oh no!
Ryunosuke:
Professor Mikotoba?
???:
If I may...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, sorry?
???:
You must be the defendant. Ryunosuke Naruhodo, I believe?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Yes, that's right!
Mikotoba:
My name is Yujin Mikotoba. I'm a professor of forensic medicine at Yumei University.
Stronghart:
We received an international telegram from the Empire of Japan informing us of the news.
Susato:
Ten days ago...Father collapsed with a fever. The cause is apparently unknown. And it seems he grows weaker day by day.
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't believe it...
Stronghart:
As you are aware, the voyage from here to your country's capital, Tokyo, takes some fifty days. I thought it would be prudent to hasten Miss Susato's departure as much as possible.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...absolutely...
Susato:
......... I will leave London first thing tomorrow morning.
Ryunosuke:
(I can't believe this is happening...)
Gina's trial
Susato:
So Gina has been charged? She'll have to appear in court?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, she was formally charged a few hours ago. And the date of the trial has already been set for tomorrow.
Susato:
No! Not even twenty-four hours later?
Stronghart:
Gina...? Ah, the Lestrade girl and the murder of the Baker Street pawnbroker, yes. An all too transpicuous case. The pickpocket was clearly disturbed mid-robbery and shot the man in a panic. No, the Yard is overstretched as it is, without wasting time on these open-and-shut cases.
Iris:
It's not wasting time! Ginny would never do something like that.
Stronghart:
......... Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...yes, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
In deference of your fine services to date, I shall overlook this young girl's insolence. But I have no recollection of admitting a child into my office. ...Leave. Now.
Iris:
...!
Susato:
Of course, Lord Stronghart.
Stronghart:
...Criminals will tell the most palpable lies in order to evade justice. The police can ill afford the time it takes to unravel all their untruths. Meanwhile more crimes are perpetrated. We have far more serious matters with which to contend.
Ryunosuke:
Serious matters? (Didn't Gregson mention something like that yesterday?)
Susato:
Yes. Inspector Gregson made a similar remark yesterday.
Stronghart:
It's no concern of yours. Though I'm sure I need not remind you of that.
After clearing all Converse options:
Stronghart:
...Three minutes precisely until my next meeting. You must excuse me.
Ryunosuke:
......... There's just...one more thing, Lord Stronghart.
Stronghart:
Which is?
Ryunosuke:
It's Miss Lestrade's trial... I wonder if you might permit me to defend her?
Stronghart:
......... A timely suggestion.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Stronghart:
The girl currently has no representation.
Iris:
But, but that's not fair! Yes, she may be a pickpocket, but she still deserves a fair trial!
Stronghart:
...Do not misunderstand me, young lady. The government provides for those too poor to afford representation with a public defender. The accused need only sign the relevant paperwork, and a defence barrister will be assigned to the case. However...the young girl in question has refused that right.
Ryunosuke:
Why would she do that?
Stronghart:
A question you would do well to direct at Miss Lestrade. You'll find her at the local prison.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, thank you.
Stronghart:
Now then, it's time I was leaving. Good day to you.
Ryunosuke:
(What a day. Gina charged with murder... Susato-san about to leave...)
Susato:
......... Come, Mr Naruhodo. Iris. We must make haste.
Iris:
But, Susie... ...you're leaving for Japan tomorrow morning, aren't you? Don't you have packing and things to do?
Susato:
......... As Mr Naruhodo's judicial assistant, my personal circumstances are of no consequence. My sole purpose remains to help you in whatever way I can.
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you, Miss Susato. (That's a very pensive look...)
Before clearing all Converse options at Local Prison, Cell 13
Susato:
.........
Leads to:
"If I'm honest, this has completely thrown me off."
After clearing all Converse options at Local Prison, Cell 13
Susato:
I think we ought to visit Gina first. In any case, I should like to wish her well before I leave.
Iris:
......... Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Let's go!
Leads to:
"If I'm honest, this has completely thrown me off."
Ryunosuke:
(If I'm honest, this has completely thrown me off. I'll just have to do what I can...as a lawyer...)
16th April
Local Prison, Cell 13
If Local Prison, Cell 13 is being visited for the first time, before clearing all Converse options at Lord Chief Justice's Office
Ryunosuke:
...Hello, Gina.
Iris:
Oh, you still have the grenade launcher Hurley and I made!
Ryunosuke:
I wish she wouldn't point it at me all the time, though.
Gina:
......... Wot are you 'ere for?
Iris:
Ginny...
Ryunosuke:
I have a feeling it's because of us that you've ended up in trouble. So we were thinking that we might be able to help you.
Gina:
...! Well you can't!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gina:
You 'eard! Get lost!
Iris:
Don't be like that, Ginny. I know you didn't do it. You'd never shoot someone. I just know you wouldn't!
Gina:
You think you know me? Pull the other one!
Iris:
Oh...
Gina:
You ain't got the first idea about the likes o' me. I'm a thief! I pinch people's purses when they're walkin' down the street. That's 'ow I get by. And if I saw me chance, I'd sneak into a pawn shop any day o' the week. Just to see wot I could lay me 'ands on! ...Get it? That's the kind o' person I am!
Iris:
But, but Ginny...
Gina:
I'll be in court tomorra, they said. Some cove came by before and said he'd be a lawyer for me or the like. Said it was my right or somefin'. But I told 'im to get stuffed. I don't need no lawyer! I don't need no one!
Ryunosuke:
(She couldn't be staring at me any more obviously if she tried...)
Iris:
Why are you being like this, Ginny?
If Local Prison, Cell 13 is being visited for the first time, after clearing all Converse options at Lord Chief Justice's Office
Ryunosuke:
...Hello, Gina.
Iris:
Oh, you still have the grenade launcher Hurley and I made!
Ryunosuke:
I wish she wouldn't point it at me all the time, though.
Gina:
......... Wot are you 'ere for?
Iris:
Ginny...
Ryunosuke:
I have a feeling it's because of us that you've ended up in trouble. So we were thinking that we might be able to help you.
Gina:
...! Well you can't!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gina:
You 'eard! Get lost!
Iris:
Don't be like that, Ginny. I know you didn't do it. You'd never shoot someone. I just know you wouldn't!
Gina:
You think you know me? Pull the other one!
Iris:
Oh...
Gina:
You ain't got the first idea about the likes o' me. I'm a thief! I pinch people's purses when they're walkin' down the street. That's 'ow I get by. And if I saw me chance, I'd sneak into a pawn shop any day o' the week. Just to see wot I could lay me 'ands on! ...Get it? That's the kind o' person I am!
Iris:
But, but Ginny...
Gina:
I'll be in court tomorra, they said. Some cove came by before and said he'd be a lawyer for me or the like. Said it was my right or somefin'. But I told 'im to get stuffed. I don't need no lawyer! I don't need no one!
Ryunosuke:
(She couldn't be staring at me any more obviously if she tried...)
Iris:
Why are you being like this, Ginny?
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Ouch... That is one stern look Susato-san is giving Gina.)
If Local Prison, Cell 13 has already been visited, after clearing all Converse options at Lord Chief Justice's Office
Gina:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Hello again, Gina.
Gina:
Wot are you lot 'ere for now?
Ryunosuke:
(...To have the muzzle of that grenade launcher shoved in our faces yet again, obviously.)
Iris:
Hm...I think I need to improve the way you load ammunition into that thing, don't I?
Gina:
Look! You can come as many times as ya like, but I ain't got nuffin' more to say to you!
Susato:
.........
Converse
Legal representation
Ryunosuke:
I don't understand, Gina. Why did you send the public defender away?
Gina:
'E wanted me to sign some papers. 'Representation papers' or somefin' like that. It's all gonna be rigged anyway. The whole trial. They'll pin it on me cos I'm a kid. That's wot grown-ups always do.
Iris:
Why do you think that?
Gina:
Cos that's 'ow it's always been for me, growin' up in the back slums. Me whole life. If you do wot the grown-ups tell ya, it'll get yer mates dragged off by the coppers. Or worse. I've 'ad it 'appen to me before an' all. Been sold out an' nearly snaffled on the back of it. You can't trust no one, that's the point. Soon as you do...yer gone to grass. Dead.
Ryunosuke:
......... Gina, listen... ...if you like, in tomorrow's trial, I could-
Gina:
Forget it.
Iris:
Ginny! Don't you trust Runo?
Gina:
......... Nah, I don't.
Iris:
...!
Gina:
Look, I'll ask ya nicely now... Just leave me alone!
What happened
Ryunosuke:
Will you tell us what happened, Gina? Last night...at the pawnbroker's.
Gina:
......... There's nuffin' to tell. I figured it'd pay me, so I broke into the place and started goin' through the storeroom. But the old bloke walked in on me and...you know the rest.
Iris:
But why, Ginny? Why would you do that?
Gina:
Ain't it obvious? The place is full o' stuff I could sell for a shillin' or two. Divin' ain't easy, you know. It's a lot o' work, and 'alf the time you don't even get nuffin'.
Ryunosuke:
......... Is that really why you broke into the place?
Gina:
......... Wot?
Ryunosuke:
Are you sure the true reason wasn't something else?
Gina:
Oh give it a rest! Wot'd be the point anyway?! Eh? Nuffin' I could say would make a blind bit o' difference!
Iris:
Please tell us, Ginny. We'll believe you. Whatever it is.
Gina:
Believe me? Don't be daft! You can't believe nuffin'! Everyone lies all the time. An' you know wot? When it comes to liars...I'm the biggest o' the lot! I've...I've told some unforgivable lies, I 'ave!
Iris:
Wh-What do you mean by that? What unforgivable lies?
Gina:
.........
Unforgivable lies (appears after "What happened")
Ryunosuke:
What did you mean before, Gina, when you said you were the biggest liar of the lot?
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Why don't you tell us what these unforgivable lies you've told are? Maybe we can help.
Gina:
......... Sorry... ...we're out o' time. They're gonna wanna question me now.
Iris:
Ginny, please...
Gina:
...Oh, yeah... I wanted to give you this. Somefin' to remember me by.
Ryunosuke:
A photographic print? (...Of a really adorable cat.)
Gina:
I found it in one o' the pockets o' this coat. Ain't no point me 'avin' it.
Iris:
I wonder what a little photograph like that was doing in a pocket of that overcoat...
Gina:
......... Anyway, don't bother comin' again. ...Bye.
Iris:
Oh, Ginny...
The white cat photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Unforgivable lies (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
What did you mean before, Gina, when you said you were the biggest liar of the lot?
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Why don't you tell us what these unforgivable lies you've told are? Maybe we can help.
Gina:
......... Sorry... ...we're out o' time. They're gonna wanna question me now.
Present
White Cat Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Gina, about this photograph...
Gina:
Oh that? I just found it in one of the pockets o' this coat, that's all. Chuck it if you don't want it.
Ryunosuke:
(So McGilded didn't give it to her...?)
Gina:
There's summat written on the back, I think.
Ryunosuke:
There is?!
Gina:
Don't mean nuffin' to me, though. I don't read so well anyway, 'specially not that scrawl.
Ryunosuke:
(I really ought to examine the photograph more thoroughly, I think.)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Here, Gina, look at this.
Gina:
No ta.
Ryunosuke:
I, I wasn't saying you could have it!
Gina:
Oh! Weren't ya? Well when someone says I can't 'ave stuff, it makes me want it, see. So you better 'and it over now.
Ryunosuke:
No! I'm not giving it to you!
Examine evidence
White Cat Photograph
Side with photo of cat
Ryunosuke:
This is an adorable little cat. I think it looks a little like Wagahai. I always thought that cats liked to curl up inside under the heated kotatsu blanket when it snowed. ...Maybe British cats are different.
Side with writing (before clearing all Converse options at Lord Chief Justice's Office)
Ryunosuke:
Look on the back of this print here! There's something written on it!
Iris:
'13th February, 9:00 p.m.
Article deposited: One small box
Loan amount paid: 10 shillings
Redemption deadline: 13th April, 9:00 p.m.'
Ryunosuke:
So this photographic print is a redemption ticket?
Iris:
13th February? That could be significant. It was just two days before the murder on the omnibus, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
A small box... That doesn't tell us much about it, does it?
Iris:
Runo...if Mr McGilded still had the ticket, then presumably he never redeemed the article. So do you think the box might still be present somewhere in the shop?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Yes! (If it's something McGilded deposited, we need to investigate!)
The white cat photograph's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Changes evidence name from "White Cat Photograph" to "Pawnbroker's Ticket (Box)"
Side with writing (after clearing all Converse options at Lord Chief Justice's Office)
Ryunosuke:
Look on the back of this print here! There's something written on it!
Susato:
'13th February, 9:00 p.m.
Article deposited: One small box
Loan amount paid: 10 shillings
Redemption deadline: 13th April, 9:00 p.m.'
Ryunosuke:
So this photographic print is a redemption ticket?
Susato:
For an article that was deposited two days prior to the incident on the omnibus, it would seem.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, a small box... That doesn't tell us much about it, does it?
Iris:
Perhaps it contained some valuable mementoes?
Susato:
I can't help wondering... Presumably Mr McGilded never redeemed the article in question, since he still had the ticket. So isn't it possible that the box is still present somewhere in the shop?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Yes! (If it's something McGilded deposited, we need to investigate!)
The white cat photograph's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Changes evidence name from "White Cat Photograph" to "Pawnbroker's Ticket (Box)"
Side with writing (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Mr Windibank appears to have used the back of this photograph to write out a redemption ticket. He's written it very neatly, but still. Perhaps he ran out of paper, so had to use anything he had to hand. It's hard to know what's the front and what's the reverse side now...
After clearing all Converse options at Local Prison, Cell 13 and Lord Chief Justice's Office:
Susato:
Gina... ...I wonder if you might hear me out. There's something I'd like to say.
Gina:
Wot?
Susato:
I'm sorry to say...that I must reluctantly bid you farewell.
Gina:
Eh? Farewell?
Susato:
Tomorrow, I must begin my journey back home. To Japan. ...I fear we may never meet again.
Gina:
...! Oh...right...
Susato:
I've had the pleasure of meeting so many lovely people here in London. I have so many wonderful memories. And yet...as things stand now... ...it will be a glum parting indeed. Poor Iris is so miserable.
Iris:
Susie...
Gina:
Well...well...that ain't my business!
Susato:
Both Iris and Mr Naruhodo believe you to be innocent, Gina. They've put their faith in you. But somehow...you can't find it in your heart to put your faith in them.
Gina:
Yeah! That's right, I can't! ...Wot of it?
Susato:
It grieves me greatly to have to say goodbye to my friends when they are so clearly unhappy... ...because of you.
Gina:
...! Wot, it's MY fault?!
Susato:
Yes. So I have one final request, Gina, before our paths never cross again. Right here and now... ...I want you to show both of them that you don't deserve the faith they've invested in you.
Gina:
Eh?!
Susato:
Only by doing that... ...will you truly be as alone as you claim to be.
Gina:
...! Wot are you talkin' about? Wot d'you expect me to do, eh?
Susato:
You've told us that everyone lies. So prove it! ...By admitting one of your own untruths.
Gina:
.........
Iris:
What about what you said before, Ginny? You said something about unforgivable lies.
Susato:
You must tell Mr Naruhodo and Iris the truth now. That is my last request before I leave. My last request as a judicial assistant.
Gina:
No... I, I can't...
Ryunosuke:
(Whatever these lies are, they're obviously weighing very heavily on Gina's mind...) Gina, I could be wrong, but... ...is it something to do with what happened two months ago? Something about that trial?
The one in which Magnus McGilded was acquitted?
Gina:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
The case of that mysterious murder that took place inside the omnibus... You were called as a witness by the prosecution. Is that what this is about?
Gina:
......... Yeah. You're right. Because...in that trial... ...I lied. I lied like you wouldn't believe.
Ryunosuke:
......... Will you tell us about it now?
Gina:
.........
Converse
The trial two months ago
Gina:
Like you said, it all 'appened two months ago. The coppers got 'old o' me and shoved me in the witness stand.
Ryunosuke:
And based on your testimony, Mr McGilded was declared innocent.
Gina:
Yeah, well...the thing is...I lied about a whole bunch o' stuff.
Ryunosuke:
(I knew it.)
Susato:
What sort of thing did you lie about?
Gina:
......... I was 'idin' under the seat that night. That was the truth. It was pitch-black in that little cubbyhole. I couldn't see a thing. And then...
*Thud!*
Gina:
...I 'eard that loud thud. Like someone fallin' on the floor.
Ryunosuke:
And that's when Mr McGilded discovered you?
Gina:
Yeah... 'E pulled me out from under the seat and sat me next to the dead man. There weren't much light to see by, but when I looked at me 'ands, I 'ad the cove's blood all over 'em. I was so scared, I couldn't even speak.
Ryunosuke:
You had his blood on your hands? (In other words... ...it was Gina that the witnesses on the roof deck saw through the skylight.)
Gina:
.........
Susato:
Then Mr McGilded started asking you questions, I suppose? Who you were...and why you were hiding under the seat.
Gina:
Yeah, 'e did. Only...that's not all.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Gina:
I mean 'e threatened me.
Ryunosuke:
Threatened you how?
Gina:
'E made me swear. About wot I'd seen and wot I'd 'eard. And about wot 'e was gonna do after the cove was found dead. 'E made me swear I wouldn't tell no one about any of it. If I did that, 'e said 'e'd let me scarper before the coppers showed up. .........
Ryunosuke:
Gina, you must tell me what he swore you to secrecy about! What you saw...what you heard...everything!
Gina:
.........
What you saw (appears after "The trial two months ago")
Ryunosuke:
You said McGilded made you swear not to tell anybody what you saw... ...but you were in the pitch-black compartment under the seat the whole time, weren't you?
Susato:
Yes, with Mr McGilded sitting above your head, if I remember correctly.
Gina:
Yeah, that's true, but... ...it was when I 'eard the thud of the cove 'ittin' the floor. I let out a little scream, see. Couldn't 'elp it. McGilded 'eard that and dragged me out by me arm. And that's when I saw it. It was on the floor next to the old geezer wot 'ad been stabbed. A disk, all bright and shiny.
Susato:
A disk?
Ryunosuke:
Do you mean...?
Gina:
Yeah, that's it. The one wot the dee took off me at Windibank's.
Ryunosuke:
So the music box disk was there, on the floor of the omnibus...?
Gina:
Not for long. McGilded spotted it straight away. 'E picked it up smartish an' stuffed it in 'is inside pocket.
Ryunosuke:
So that disk... ...was in the omnibus two months ago, at the scene of Mr Mason's murder.
Gina:
And the bogtrotter told me... ...I weren't to mutter a word of it to no one.
If "What you heard" and "After the event" Converse options have been cleared
Changes "The trial two months ago" Converse option to "McGilded's conditions"
What you heard (appears after "The trial two months ago")
Gina:
Cos it was so dark under that seat in the cab... ...I was strainin' me ears the whole time. After a while, I 'eard the door and footsteps inside the cabin.
Ryunosuke:
Presumably that was McGilded getting on board.
Gina:
Nah, not only 'im.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Gina:
Cos I could definitely make out the footsteps of two people.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
In that case, it would seem likely that it was Mr McGilded and the victim.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr 'Thrice-Fired' Mason...)
Susato:
In his testimony during the trial, Mr McGilded claimed he slept during the carriage ride.
McGilded:
But whenever I'm in a carriage, I'm taken with a fierce tiredness, and I always succumb to it.
Susato:
And your own testimony, Gina, supported this.
Gina:
All I could 'ear was the Irishman snorin'.
Gina:
......... Yeah, that weren't exactly true. Neither of 'em was asleep. I could 'ear 'em talkin' the whole time, in low voices.
Ryunosuke:
What?! What, what were they talking about?
Gina:
Sorry, I dunno. The sound o' the 'orses an' the wheels was too loud.
Susato:
But that still tells us something. Mr McGilded and the victim knew each other.
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(So McGilded was lying, as I suspected.)
If "What you saw" and "After the event" Converse options have been cleared
Changes "The trial two months ago" Converse option to "McGilded's conditions"
After the event (appears after "The trial two months ago")
Gina:
I knew it weren't gonna take long before someone raised the alarm that the bloke 'ad been killed.
Susato:
Yes, you were quite right. The other passengers, on the roof deck, noticed very quickly.
Gina:
So when the cab came to a stop, McGilded told me to 'ide back under the seat again. I climbed in and waited. The two coves from up top ran off to get the coppers.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, um...Mr Fairplay and Mr Furst.
Gina:
Right. An' after they'd gone, McGilded asked the driver to do 'im a favour.
Ryunosuke:
A favour?
McGilded:
Now then, fella...what I need ye to do is take this coat of mine and deposit it with a nearby pawnbroker. And for yer troubles, let's see now... Aye, I'll give ye ten guineas.
Ryunosuke:
A nearby pawnbroker! You mean, on Baker Street?
Gina:
Yup, you got it. It was Windibank's. The coachy snapped up the money an' ran off to pop this coat as fast as 'e could. So then there was no one left in the carriage. McGilded opened the box under the seat... ...and let me get outta there. But not wivout conditions.
Susato:
I see...
If "What you saw" and "What you heard" Converse options have been cleared
Changes "The trial two months ago" Converse option to "McGilded's conditions"
McGilded's conditions
Ryunosuke:
What were McGilded's conditions then? For letting you go free, I mean.
Gina:
......... Not tellin' a soul. Not for anyfin'. About wot I saw and wot I 'eard. And...there was somefin' else as well...
Ryunosuke:
...! There's more?!
Gina:
Yeah... 'This is the most important ting,' 'e said.
McGilded:
I'm after sendin' the coachman on a little errand for me, with some small change in his hand. Now then...did ye hear what I asked of him? Did ye see anythin' at all, at all?
Gina:
...You asked 'im to go pop yer weasel, right?
McGilded:
Aye... The feen's taken me overcoat to deposit with a pawnbroker hereabouts. And I want you, lass, to take the redemption ticket for it. D'ye understand?
Gina:
Wot? You want me to 'ave the ticket?
McGilded:
That's right. And I'll come fetch it from ye later. Sometime within the next two months. Yer to hang on to it until then. Is that clear? ...And whatever ye do, don't lose it!
Gina:
...Alright then.
McGilded:
And in case I might happen to be delayed at all... ...yer to go to the pawn shop - Windibank's, so it is - and yer to extend the loan afore the two months is up. If ye forget, the article will be forfeited and any old feen could come along and buy it.
Gina:
Eh? But, but I ain't got that kind o' brass.
McGilded:
Here's five pounds. ...That should be enough.
Gina:
.........
McGilded:
Do we understand each other, lass? Don't try anytin' funny now. If you go against me...
Gina:
Yeah, I get it.
McGilded:
Good. And one more ting... ...in a few days from now, ye'll be visited by the police, I've no doubt.
Gina:
The coppers?!
McGilded:
Aye. They'll come askin' ye to take the stand in court. To testify as a witness. So let's just have a wee chat about that, shall we? What it is that ye might say... And what it is that ye won't.
......................................................
Gina:
After 'e'd gone over it all, I piked it. Got as far away from there as I could. 'E 'id the pawnbroker's ticket in some bushes near the scene. I went to fetch it the next day once it got dark.
Ryunosuke:
(So McGilded planned it... ...and coerced Gina into giving false testimony.)
Susato:
.........
After clearing all Converse options:
Gina:
......... I bet yer ready to string me up, eh? I lied...in that big old courtroom. I told some corkers.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Gina:
The thing is, 'e said 'e would make it so we couldn't live in the East End no more. That's wot 'e threatened me wiv.
Iris:
What a wicked man...
Gina:
'E knew everyfin' wot went on in the back slums. 'E knew we 'ad no one to look after us, and we was all just lookin' out for each other, gettin' by together.
Susato:
So you mean...Mr McGilded would have-
Gina:
In an 'eartbeat! 'E could've 'ad the lot of us chased out o' there if 'e'd wanted. And then where could we 'ave gone, eh? Nowhere, that's where! So... I didn't 'ave no choice. .........
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Gina, for telling us everything.
Gina:
But...I'm for it now, eh?! Go on, admit it! You must be livid!
Ryunosuke:
Well...you can make amends by doing me a simple favour.
Gina:
...A favour? Wot?
Ryunosuke:
Sign the representation papers for tomorrow's trial.
Gina:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
If you don't actually want me to represent you in court, you can rip it up later. But we need that paperwork or we can't investigate. The police won't let us.
Gina:
Investigate wot?
Ryunosuke:
The scene of the incident last night. Mr Sholmes was shot, you see.
Gina:
You wot?!
Iris:
Hurley's having a big operation right now, Ginny.
Gina:
Is it bad?! Is, is 'e gonna be alright? Sholmes is gonna be alright...right?
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
That's why I want to investigate. For Mr Sholmes's sake as much as anything.
Gina:
......... Right. So wot yer sayin' is, if I sign that bit o' paper, everyone's 'appy, is that it?
Ryunosuke:
Something like that. ...Miss Susato?
Susato:
Yes! Of course! I have the representation papers here.
Gina:
......... ...I, I don't need no one to stick up for me, though. No lawyer or nuffin'.
Iris:
Poor Ginny... She seems so lonely.
Gina's representation papers have been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
Well...at least this should mean we can investigate the scene at Windibank's now.
Iris:
Yes. And perhaps we can come back to visit Ginny when we're done there?
Ryunosuke:
(I feel like we've finally cracked Gina. She's opened up to us at last. And now I have her representation papers... No one else knows just what a responsibility that is. Anyway, for now it means Inspector Gregson can't stop us investigating at Windibank's. Although something tells me he's not going to be happy about it...)
To be continued...
16th April, 1:26 p.m.
Windibank's Pawnbrokery
Ryunosuke:
(Here we are again at the scene of the crime... Now to thrust these representation papers in Gregson's face and see what he makes of them!) Hello again, Inspector. Do you have a minute, please?
Gregson:
What is it now? You should go home and get some rest.
Iris:
Here you are, Gregsy! Here are the representation papers!
Gregson:
.........Your Ladyship! Hooooooooooooooooooooow?! I don't believe it! How the devil did you get that stubborn little ragabash to sign that?! I salute you! That is good work, that is.
Iris:
I can see you've been very busy here as well. How about some tea? It's a special blend designed to relieve fatigue!
Gregson:
*Glug* *Glug glug glug* Ahhh... Lovely! Well, let's see now... Yes... Yes! I hardly feel tired at all! I'm fit as a fiddle, Your Ladyship!
Ryunosuke:
...Would it be alright if we investigated the scene of the crime, then?
Gregson:
Do as you please! You know where it happened. Through that door behind the counter.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, the storeroom... That's where I discovered Mr Windibank...and Gina.)
Gregson:
Right, well...I'll be gettin' back to business then.
Ryunosuke:
Will you be investigating in the storeroom as well, Inspector?
Gregson:
If I'm perfectly honest, we need to wrap this up before long. Can't afford to spend too much time on it. But there are so many articles to go through, it's taking forever, even with the lads workin' round the clock. Which is a problem, 'cause there's another case the Yard needs to investigate urgently.
Ryunosuke:
(That must be what Lord Stronghart meant by 'far more serious matters' before...)
Gregson:
So what I'm sayin' is, don't get under my feet, sunshine!
Susato:
Come then! Let us not waste any time!
Examine
Counter
Ryunosuke:
There's the article ledger here, and Mr Windibank's notes, and...hm? What's this? It looks as though someone has left a little photographic print behind.
Susato:
Oh! Look on the back! There's some writing.
Iris:
Is there? Ooh, show us, Susie! Show us!
Susato:
'15th February, 10:30 p.m.
Article deposited: One gentleman's overcoat
Loan amount paid: 1 pound
Redemption deadline: 15th April, 10:30 p.m.'
Ryunosuke:
A gentleman's overcoat pawned for a pound? Clearly it was a very fine coat. In fact, I think...
Iris:
Yes! This must be the ticket for the overcoat that Ginny redeemed yesterday!
Ryunosuke:
...And is still wearing. (...Which belonged to McGilded. I would never have expected the redemption ticket to be handwritten on the back of a photograph, though.)
Iris:
It seems Mr Windibank just used whatever piece of paper he happened to have to hand.
Ryunosuke:
But this photograph of a cat... It looks very familiar, doesn't it? I'm sure I've seen this exact same picture somewhere else recently.
Iris:
Oh! Yes, you're right! Very recently! It's the same as the one Ginny gave us earlier.
Ryunosuke:
Of course! I was forgetting that she gave us that print!
Susato:
Well what are you waiting for then, Mr Naruhodo?! Get it out!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, alright, let the cogs turn...)
Susato:
Yes...they are exactly the same!
If side with writing on White Cat Photograph has not been examined yet
Ryunosuke:
(Well if the one on the counter was used as a redemption ticket... ...perhaps the other photograph that Gina gave us has something written on the back, too.)
Iris:
......... Hehe, I've got it! These two photographs hide an amaaazing secret!
Ryunosuke:
A secret? (What does she mean?)
Susato:
You must tell us, Iris! At once!
Iris:
Hehe, do you really, really, really want to know?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes! We need you to tell us all you know about this pair of photographs!)
Counter (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
That ledger that's open on the counter there really is enormous, isn't it? It must be an awful lot of work to keep track of all these hundreds of items in pawn.
Iris:
It's too much to think about. Better to sell it all and have a clear head if you ask me!
Ryunosuke:
(But clearly Mr Windibank was very careful when it came to the articles in his care.)
Side door
Iris:
Behind that door... ...is the storeroom, isn't it? That's what Gregsy said.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, and that's where I saw that dreadful scene last night... ...through the little window in the door. Mr Windibank, face down on the floor, with Gina beside him..)
Susato:
As the accused's legal representative, you have the right to examine the scene, Mr Naruhodo. We must make a thorough investigation!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course. And we will. (Behind that door, that's...that's the real scene of the crime.)
Iris:
Don't worry! If there are clues in there, I'll find them!
Unlocks "Windibank's Storeroom" location
Music box
Iris:
That's a music box. Do you have them where you come from, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but...I've never seen one as large as this in Japan.
Iris:
Oh, well, this will be a treat! Shall we have a listen?
.........
Iris:
What do you think? Isn't it a pretty sound?
Ryunosuke:
It's a beautiful sound, yes, but... ...it's a little hard to enjoy when all the policemen in the room are giving you fierce looks.
Iris:
Never mind that! If any of them say anything, I'll tell Gregsy to have a word.
Ryunosuke:
(...Iris Wilson, Superintendent of Scotland Yard...)
Shelves (before presenting Pawnbroker's Ticket (Box) in Windibank's Storeroom)
Iris:
These shelves are where the pawnbroker puts articles that have been forfeited on display for customers to buy.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's a really strange miscellany, isn't it? I mean, who would buy this horse statue, for example?
Iris:
Well...sometimes you can find some real treasures among all the junk, you know.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Iris:
Are you alright, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, it's just... Well, it looks like a collection of useless junk as a whole, but when you pick out individual things... ...you can't help wishing you owned them. Even that horse statue.
Iris:
That's exactly how the pawnbroker works. They're very clever.
Shelves (after presenting Pawnbroker's Ticket (Box) in Windibank's Storeroom)
Susato:
Yes, this is where all the items that have been forfeited by their original owners are offered for sale.
Iris:
That's right. They've all got little price labels on them. But there are so many!
Ryunosuke:
I wonder if the small box this ticket was for is still on the shelves somewhere. (The box that McGilded deposited here just over two months ago...)
Susato:
Even if it were...finding it promises to be very troublesome indeed.
Iris:
There are so many boxes... It could be any one of them.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes said that a pawnbroker's was the safest place to store anything. More secure than a bank's vault. So perhaps this small box of Mr McGilded's contained something of very great value!
Iris:
Well if that's the case, he'd probably have kept it locked.
Ryunosuke:
So then we need to find every box with a lock and break them all open!
Susato:
Haiiiiii-YA!That sort of misconduct would get you arrested! I won't let that happen!
Ryunosuke:
(...Ah, this takes me back. it's been some time since Susato-san last threw me.)
Large stereoscope
Ryunosuke:
This is that strange contraption that lets you see pictures of things as if they're right in front of your eyes. It makes you think. When Mr Sholmes gleefully showed it to us yesterday... ...we were blissfully unaware that any of this was about to happen.
Machine in foreground
Ryunosuke:
I'm fairly sure this contraption was here yesterday as well. (Here we are, though I'm not confident I can get it closed again...)
Iris:
Oh yes! That's a folding stereoscope!
Ryunosuke:
Really? This is a stereoscope? Mr Sholmes showed us a picture yesterday that you were supposed to be able to see in three dimensions. But for that he used the great big contraption over there.
Iris:
Ah, well...that's for use in public houses and places like that. It contains a carousel with all sorts of pictures inside. But this little thing is a much simpler design for use at home. There are special shops selling prints you can use in them. I have a little collection myself!
Ryunosuke:
(...I wonder if I could make money out of these in Japan? It would beat keeping my toilet sparkling clean, anyway.)
Globes outside door
Ryunosuke:
Three golden balls...
Iris:
That's right. That sign shows the shop is a pawnbrokery. A bit like your armband shows you're a defense lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
And what's the significance of the three golden balls? Does it have some special meaning?
Iris:
......... I expect Hurley would like to answer that question when he's back from hospital.
Ryunosuke:
(...You mean you don't know.)
Calendar (before examining chalk outline in Windibank's Storeroom)
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look here!
Susato:
Oh yes. A bullet hole. And I can see the bullet is still lodged in the wall.
Ryunosuke:
Presumably Mr Windibank wasn't practising with his revolver in his spare time.
Susato:
Ah, well... ...Mr Sholmes likes to practise in his drawing room whenever he can. He's very patriotic like that.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
It's all there in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', you know! Isn't that right, Iris?
Iris:
Ah...did I write something like that? Partly in jest, perhaps.
Susato:
In jest?!
Iris:
Well, he doesn't do it often. It is quite a dangerous pastime.
Ryunosuke:
He doesn't do it often? He shouldn't even do it once!
Iris:
Forget that for now, Runo. Let's examine this bullet!
Ryunosuke:
What's that around the bullet hole? Is it...blood? (Hm, a suspicious red stain on the calendar...)
Iris:
Aha! I may well be able to help with that!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
There's nothing like the sight of blood to get the blood pumping, is there, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... I have a feeling I'm not as bloody-minded as you, Iris.
Susato:
I'm afraid the sight of blood makes my blood run cold.
Iris:
There you have it, you see! When it comes to blood, we're all different types!
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, what a...scientific observation.
Iris:
So you need this!
Ryunosuke:
Oh no... What is that scary-looking thing?
Iris:
Hm...Hurley and I haven't actually come up with a name for it yet. But as soon as you see it in action, you'll understand what it does. ...Watch.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh! (The colour of the bloodstain has changed!)
Iris:
There! Does it make sense now?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I think I'm starting to understand...
Iris:
Good! It works on the principle that different people have different types of blood, you see.
Susato:
Yes! How wonderful!
Iris:
The chemical it fires combines with the blood and makes it change colour. So you can identify whose blood it is that you're looking at in a flash!
Susato:
Oh, what a fabulous invention, Iris!
Iris:
Isn't it? Isn't it? I bet Ginny would say it's 'bleedin' great'!
Ryunosuke:
So...whose blood are we looking at then?
Iris:
......... Well, all the chemical does is turn the blood a different colour, so... ...just find someone whose blood turns the same colour and you'll know who it belongs to...in a flash!
Ryunosuke:
......... It's more like two flashes, really...isn't it?
Susato:
One flash or two, this could well turn out to be a very valuable clue. So we must make a note of it in the Court Record!
The blood sample has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
Let's keep testing and adding the results of any other blood analysis to the portfolio!
Iris:
As long as I have reagent left, sure.
Calendar (after examining chalk outline in Windibank's Storeroom)
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look here!
Susato:
Oh yes. A bullet hole. And I can see the bullet is still lodged in the wall.
Ryunosuke:
Presumably Mr Windibank wasn't practising with his revolver in his spare time.
Susato:
Ah, well... ...Mr Sholmes likes to practise in his drawing room whenever he can. He's very patriotic like that.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
It's all there in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', you know! Isn't that right, Iris?
Iris:
Ah...did I write something like that? Partly in jest, perhaps.
Susato:
In jest?!
Iris:
Well, he doesn't do it often. It is quite a dangerous pastime.
Ryunosuke:
He doesn't do it often? He shouldn't even do it once!
Iris:
Forget that for now, Runo. Let's examine this bullet!
Ryunosuke:
What's that around the bullet hole? Is it...blood? (Hm, a suspicious red stain on the calendar...)
Iris:
Aha! This is where I come in!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Right... If the blood changes to be the same colour as the sample from the storeroom... ...we'll know that it's Mr Windibank's blood.
Iris:
Exactly! Here we go then!
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Susato:
It's completely different to the colour that Mr Windibank's blood turned in the analysis.
Iris:
It just goes to show...things don't always go according to plan, do they?
Susato:
Nevertheless, we must add this sample to the results of the other blood analysis.
The blood samples portfolio has been updated in the Court Record.
Calendar (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Green blood... It just seems wrong somehow...
Iris:
Oh, there are all sorts of different colours. There are pretty pinks and purples, too, you know! Like I said...everyone's blood is different!
Ryunosuke:
(I wonder what colour my blood would turn out. ...Actually, I don't want to know?)
Converse (after examining counter)
Pair of photographs
Ryunosuke:
So Iris, about these two photographic prints... The one we found here on Mr Windibank's counter, and the one Gina gave us before... What is this amazing secret you mentioned that's hidden between these two identical prints?
Iris:
Actually, that's not quite right.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
If you look carefully...the two prints aren't the same. Not exactly.
Ryunosuke:
They're not?!
Iris:
Have another look at them now.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Iris:
Can you see that they're just slightly different from each other?
Ryunosuke:
I...I think so... (It's very subtle though...)
Susato:
But what's the reason for the subtle difference between the two prints?
Iris:
Ah, well! It's because they're a set, you see!
Ryunosuke:
No, I don't...
Iris:
This pair of photographs... ...is meant to be used in a stereoscope! Everyone in London is raving about them at the moment!
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, a stereoscope. Why do I feel as though I've heard that word before recently?)
Susato:
Oh! Yes! That's what Mr Sholmes showed us yesterday! You see? There it is, just over there!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, of course. That magical machine that makes pictures look almost real enough to touch!
Iris:
Hehehe. Well actually... ...it's quite possible to see the same depth in pictures even without one of those contraptions.
Ryunosuke:
What? Really?
Iris:
Do you know how a pair of flat photographic prints can appear to have any depth in the first place?
Susato:
No, I have no idea.
Iris:
Oh, wonderful! Then I'll be able to tell you!
Ryunosuke:
(She's over the moon, bless her. Should we let her explain, though? We really need to carry on investigating the scene...)
Susato:
I for one...simply have to know!
How stereoscopic prints work (appears after "Pair of photographs")
Iris:
Have you ever considered, Runo... ...how our eyes see depth in the world around us?
Ryunosuke:
Well...I just open them...and it works.
Iris:
But the reason it works, is because we have two eyes.
Ryunosuke:
Two eyes... (Shocking...)
Iris:
If you try just closing one eye at a time, I think you'll see straight away. What you see with your left eye... ...and what you see with your right eye... ...are ever so slightly different. You get a different view with each eye.
Susato:
Yes, the position of objects seems to shift slightly.
Iris:
Exactly. And in your head, your brain uses that shift to estimate depth as it merges the two views into one. That's how we can sense depth in everything we see!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...my brain really is amazing, isn't it? It does so much without telling me.
Susato:
Ah, I think I see! So the pair of photographs... ...consist of a left eye view... ...and a right eye view! Is that right?
Iris:
Oh, well done, Susie! You're so quick!
Ryunosuke:
So, if you can persuade your brain to merge the two pictures together in your head... ...you'd be able to see depth in these prints?
Iris:
Yes, Runo! You're beginning to understand!
Ryunosuke:
And a stereoscope's function is to act as your brain and allow you to do just that?
Iris:
Yes, but... ...as long as you have two images, two eyes and one brain... ...you can actually do it yourself, without needing a stereoscope at all!
Ryunosuke:
You can? Really?!
How to view stereoscopic prints (appears after "Pair of photographs")
Iris:
Let's try it. Let's see if you can view this pair of prints without the help of a stereoscope!
Susato:
Oh yes! I'm dying to have a go!
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san really loves this kind of thing...)
Iris:
You need to be able to cross your eyes, that's the main thing. Can you both do that?
Ryunosuke:
Cross my eyes? (I, I think I can...)
Iris:
Watch me and see if you can copy! Make your eyes...do this.
Susato:
Alright! Let me try! Are you ready, Mr Naruhodo? There! How's that?
Iris:
Wonderful! Now it's your turn, Runo.
Susato:
The trick is to concentrate on looking at the bridge of your nose with both eyes at the same time.
Ryunosuke:
(...Not exactly an easy task when two people are staring at you cross-eyed.)
Iris:
Alright, that's enough practice. Now let's try it looking at the prints. Start by looking at one print and slowly crossing your eyes... You should see two overlapping images, like this. You try it now, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm just going to have to give it a try, I suppose. .........)
Iris:
Did the print split into two images for you? Now, the next step... ...is to put the pair of prints side by side like this, and then to try crossing your eyes again. The prints should slowly merge together... ...until... ...they form a new, single image in the centre.
Susato:
Oh, yeeeeeeeeesss!!! Mr Naruhodo! It works! I can see it in the middle now! It looks so real! Oh, I could look at it all day!
Ryunosuke:
I...wouldn't advise that. Your eyes might start to hurt.
Iris:
Your turn, Runo! Pretend you're looking through the two pictures and slowly cross your eyes... Keep adjusting the position of your eyes until the two images overlap exactly in the middle.
Ryunosuke:
(Like...this, is it? .........)
Iris:
There! You managed it! So now you know how stereoscopic images work.
Susato:
Well...I don't know who discovered it, but it really is quite extraordinary.
Present
Gina's Representation Papers
Iris:
Poor Ginny... This is all my fault, really... But she'll be alright, won't she? In court tomorrow, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
I'll defend her with everything I've got.
Iris:
......... So...she'll be alright? Won't she?
Ryunosuke:
(...Am I that bad at instilling confidence?)
Blood Samples Portfolio
Ryunosuke:
The way you can identify differences in people's blood like this is amazing. You really are a genius, Iris!
Iris:
I know! I am! If Hurley and I put our minds to it, we could really shake up Britain's chemists and alchemists.
Susato:
And you could shake up Japan's lawyers and judges, couldn't you, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, for sure...even if I didn't intend to.
Iris's Story Manuscript
Iris:
Oh, my manuscript...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes said he'd deposited it at Windibank's and he had.
Iris:
But it's so strange... What is it about this particular story? I worked so hard on it. Why would Hurley say I can't publish it?
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid I have no idea. All you can do is wait until he's ready to tell you, I suppose.
Iris:
Oh! Maaaybe... ...it's because Hurley isn't in it enough! Maybe I didn't give him enough good lines!
Ryunosuke:
Yeees...maaaybe... (I wish I could say that definitely isn't the reason, but...I can't.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Iris:
So what do you think of these stereoscopic prints then, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
They're certainly amazing, but it isn't easy to get the knack of viewing them properly.
Iris:
No, some people find it easier than others. But that's why contraptions like this exist. For people who find it tricky.
Susato:
Oh! I recognise that. We saw one over there yesterday, didn't we? If I remember correctly, you press this little knob here... ...then set the pair of photographs in this stand at the back and...
Ryunosuke:
It's still amazing, even though I know roughly how it works now.
Iris:
Well, London seems to agree with you. Stereoscopes are very popular at the moment. You can find one of these folding contraptions in lots of households in the capital currently.
Ryunosuke:
But if these little machines are so affordable... ...surely there's no need to go around staring cross-eyed at pictures like you hate them.
Iris:
......... But it's much more satisfying to be able to see the effect with your own eyes. Well, I think so, in any case.
Ryunosuke:
(Stereoscopic pictures... I'd never even heard of them until yesterday. We've certainly learnt a lot about them. But I wonder if it's knowledge that I'll ever actually need...)
The second white cat photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
If side with writing on White Cat Photograph has not been examined yet
Ryunosuke:
(Which reminds me... ...the back of this photograph was used to write out the pawnbroker's ticket that Gina brought in here yesterday. And the other photograph came from the pocket of McGilded's overcoat.)
Iris:
We need to examine everything thoroughly, don't forget!
Examine evidence
Pawnbroker's Ticket (Box)
Side with photo of cat
Ryunosuke:
This is an adorable little cat. I think it looks a little like Wagahai. I always thought that cats liked to curl up inside under the heated kotatsu blanket when it snowed. ...Maybe British cats are different. Actually, now we have both pictures... ...I could have another go at viewing them as a stereoscopic image. (So, I need to cross my eyes and try to get the two cats to merge in the middle as one... It's such a hard thing to do. Whoever thought of this in the first place must have spent a long time staring!)
White Cat Photograph #2
Side with photo of cat
Ryunosuke:
So this is the second of the two photographic prints of the cat. And it really does look like Wagahai. It looks exactly the same as the first photograph at first glance. I suppose that's what's so compelling. Actually, now we have both pictures... ...I could have another go at viewing them as a stereoscopic image. (So, I need to cross my eyes and try to get the two cats to merge in the middle as one... It's such a hard thing to do. Whoever thought of this in the first place must have spent a long time staring!)
Side with writing
Ryunosuke:
This is the ticket that Gina brought in here yesterday.
Susato:
Yes. Having been entrusted to her by Mr McGilded two months earlier. 'Article deposited: One gentleman's overcoat'
Ryunosuke:
And the other redemption ticket was in the pocket of that coat.
Susato:
Yes, for a 'small box', deposited two days before the omnibus incident.
Ryunosuke:
(Could that have anything to do with all this...?)
Bloody fingermark (before examining calendar in Windibank's Main Shop or chalk outline in Windibank's Storeroom)
Ryunosuke:
Look, this dark red smear appears to have been made by somebody's finger.
Iris:
Do you think...it could be blood?
Ryunosuke:
......... Do you see any red mark as blood, Iris? That's a bit morbid, I think.
Iris:
...But it's almost certainly blood, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(Tsk, ten-year-olds today...)
Bloody fingermark (after examining calendar in Windibank's Main Shop or chalk outline in Windibank's Storeroom)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...I don't know if you've noticed, but there's something rather troubling here.
Ryunosuke:
I have noticed.
Susato:
The red smear, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It looks like blood, doesn't it? (I wondered if Susato-san had picked up on that.) Well in that case...
Susato:
Yes, we need Iris!
Ryunosuke:
We should show this to her before we forget.
White cat photograph #2's information has been updated in the Court Record.
Changes evidence name from "White Cat Photograph #2" to "Pawnbroker's Ticket (Coat)"
Bloody fingermark (after examining calendar in Windibank's Main Shop or chalk outline in Windibank's Storeroom; subsequent times)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...I don't know if you've noticed, but there's something rather troubling here.
Ryunosuke:
I have noticed.
Susato:
The red smear, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It looks like blood, doesn't it? (I wondered if Susato-san had picked up on that.) Well in that case...
Susato:
Yes, we need Iris!
Ryunosuke:
We should show this to her before we forget.
Examine
Calendar (first time, after examining bloody fingermark on White Cat Photograph #2)
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look here!
Susato:
Oh yes. A bullet hole. And I can see the bullet is still lodged in the wall.
Ryunosuke:
Presumably Mr Windibank wasn't practising with his revolver in his spare time.
Susato:
Ah, well... ...Mr Sholmes likes to practise in his drawing room whenever he can. He's very patriotic like that.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
It's all there in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', you know! Isn't that right, Iris?
Iris:
Ah...did I write something like that? Partly in jest, perhaps.
Susato:
In jest?!
Iris:
Well, he doesn't do it often. It is quite a dangerous pastime.
Ryunosuke:
He doesn't do it often? He shouldn't even do it once!
Iris:
Forget that for now, Runo. Let's examine this bullet!
Ryunosuke:
What's that around the bullet hole? Is it...blood? (Hm, a suspicious red stain on the calendar...)
Iris:
Aha! I may well be able to help with that!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
There's nothing like the sight of blood to get the blood pumping, is there, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... I have a feeling I'm not as bloody-minded as you, Iris.
Susato:
I'm afraid the sight of blood makes my blood run cold.
Iris:
There you have it, you see! When it comes to blood, we're all different types!
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, what a...scientific observation.
Iris:
So you need this!
Ryunosuke:
Oh no... What is that scary-looking thing?
Iris:
Hm...Hurley and I haven't actually come up with a name for it yet. But as soon as you see it in action, you'll understand what it does. ...Watch.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh! (The colour of the bloodstain has changed!)
Iris:
There! Does it make sense now?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I think I'm starting to understand...
Iris:
Good! It works on the principle that different people have different types of blood, you see.
Susato:
Yes! How wonderful!
Iris:
The chemical it fires combines with the blood and makes it change colour. So you can identify whose blood it is that you're looking at in a flash!
Susato:
Oh, what a fabulous invention, Iris!
Iris:
Isn't it? Isn't it? I bet Ginny would say it's 'bleedin' great'!
Ryunosuke:
So...whose blood are we looking at then?
Iris:
......... Well, all the chemical does is turn the blood a different colour, so... ...just find someone whose blood turns the same colour and you'll know who it belongs to...in a flash!
Ryunosuke:
......... It's more like two flashes, really...isn't it?
Susato:
One flash or two, this could well turn out to be a very valuable clue. So we must make a note of it in the Court Record!
The blood sample has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
Let's keep testing and adding the results of any other blood analysis to the portfolio!
Iris:
As long as I have reagent left, sure.
Ryunosuke:
(…Actually, there’s a stain on the back of that one photograph, isn’t there? I think perhaps we should see if that can tells ‘’[sic]’’ us anything.)
Present
Pawnbroker's Ticket (Coat)
Leads to:
"Oh! That looks like blood!"
Iris:
Oh! That looks like blood!
Ryunosuke:
I would say it's from a gloved finger. Almost certainly a glove made of leather.
iris:
Well don't worry, Runo! You can leave the rest to me!
Ryunosuke:
Look at that...
Iris:
Yes, that's a colour we haven't seen before, isn't it?
Susato:
We simply must add it to the portfolio of blood samples! It could be an important clue. Although...it would be nice to find out whose blood these different colours correspond to at some point.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Well, this particular stain of blood...)
Iris:
Oh! You've had an idea, haven't you? Do you know whose blood this is?
No idea!
Ryunosuke:
How could I? We don't have a known sample of the same colour. Without that, it's impossible to know.
Susato:
Oh, how very vexing...
Iris:
......... I wonder.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
Well, it's true that the colour doesn't help us. But what about considering how the mark came to be there in the first place? You might have an idea about that...mightn't you, Runo? .........
Ryunosuke:
(Not if you keep staring at me like that, no.)
Iris:
Let's try that again, shall we?
Leads back to:
"Well, this particular stain of blood..."
I think I do!
Leads to:
"Yes, I have an idea whose blood it is."
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I have an idea whose blood it is. Not from the colour it turned, but with a little deduction.
Iris:
That's right! I think it's clear.
Susato:
Iris, you know as well?
Iris:
You first, Runo. Who do you think it belongs to?
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I believe that this is the blood of...
Magnus McGilded
Susato:
...Mr McGilded?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. After all, this redemption ticket belonged to him.
Susato:
Oh, you don't think...?! You mean that during the incident on the omnibus...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I expect so. It's a very clear print and no small amount of blood. So it must have resulted from a fairly serious accident... such as he might have sustained on the omnibus.
Susato:
Wait, but...if I remember rightly... ...no sign of injury was found on Mr McGilded at all.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Iris:
We're trying to work out who the blood came from. So we can rule out anyone who hadn't been bleeding straight away.
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, I suppose we can. (I'll have to think this through some more. Who do we know was bleeding at the time?)
Leads back to:
"Alright, I believe that this is the blood of..."
Gina Lestrade
Susato:
Oh my! You think this is Gina's blood?!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It was Gina who brought the ticket here to Windibank's, after all. Sometimes the simplest answer is the right one.
Susato:
Hm...but Gina doesn't own any gloves...at all.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Iris:
And Ginny wasn't injured either, was she?
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Iris:
We're trying to work out who the blood came from. So we can rule out anyone who hadn't been bleeding straight away.
Ryunosuke:
......... Perhaps my answer was a little too simple. (I'll have to think this through some more. Who do we know was bleeding at the time?)
Leads back to:
"Alright, I believe that this is the blood of..."
'Thrice-Fired' Mason
Leads to:
"...'Thrice-Fired' Mason...?"
Pop Windibank
Susato:
You, you think somehow it could be Mr Windibank's blood?
Ryunosuke:
Well, he would have been the last person to have handled the ticket. Sometimes the simplest answer is the right one.
Susato:
But...Mr Windibank had no injuries. Before he was shot, that is.
Iris:
We're trying to work out who the blood came from. So we can rule out anyone who hadn't been bleeding straight away.
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, of course.
Iris:
Perhaps it's not a concept you can really grasp unless you've bled before yourself.
Ryunosuke:
...Funnily enough, I have accidentally cut myself before. But thanks for the mildly threatening advice, Iris. (I'll have to think this through some more. Who do we know was bleeding at the time?)
Leads back to:
"Alright, I believe that this is the blood of..."
Ryunosuke:
...'Thrice-Fired' Mason...?
Iris:
You don't sound very sure of yourself, the way you trailed off there.
Ryunosuke:
Well it was two months ago now, that case. And of course I'd never met the victim. So I'm struggling to remember his name. He was definitely 'Thrice-Fired', though.
Susato:
The victim...of the omnibus case? Yes, his name was indeed Mr 'Thrice-Fired' Mason. But that would mean that this bloodstain... ...was left on the ticket two months ago!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. I think it was. Gina brought this ticket here to Windibank's yesterday. I'm suggesting that the bloodstain was already on it at that time.
Iris:
So it's a smear of blood from the time that Mr Mason was killed two months ago!
Susato:
Something else is coming back to me now... Mr McGilded was also wearing leather gloves that night.
McGilded:
Now I ask youse, what good-hearted soul wouldn't rush to help a fella bleedin' from his stomach? I wasn't about to start worryin' about me gloves now, was I? I reached out to give the man a hand.
Ryunosuke:
It certainly does look like a leather-gloved thumbprint, this mark. But we know that Mr McGilded had no injuries at the time, anywhere on his body. From which we can conclude... ...that any blood on the glove...belonged to the victim, Mr Mason!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! You sound just like Mr Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
(...Minus the quirky slip-ups, I hope.)
Iris:
Yes, I think you're right, Runo!
Susato:
Very well. Let's make a note of this.
The details of the pawnbroker's ticket for the coat have been updated in the Court Record.
The blood samples portfolio has been updated in the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Pawnbroker's Ticket (Coat)
Side with writing
Ryunosuke:
Mr Windibank appears to have used the back of this photograph to write out a redemption ticket. He's written it very neatly, but still. Perhaps he ran out of paper, so had to use anything he had to hand. It's hard to know what's the front and what's the reverse side now...
Bloody fingermark
Ryunosuke:
So this smear is blood.
Susato:
Yes. It reacted to the chemicals fired out of Iris's strange gun, so it must be. And it does look as though it's a thumbprint from a hand in a leather glove.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... ...Mr Sholmes wears leather gloves, doesn't he?
Susato:
......... He wears fingerless leather gloves, though. Fingerless.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh dear, is someone a little upset?)
16th April
Local Prison, Cell 13
Ryunosuke:
Gina doesn't appear to be here.
Susato:
I believe she must be in questioning at the moment.
Iris:
Oh, but...wait a minute...
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Iris?
Iris:
Well if you examine the scene here carefully, there's another possibility, isn't there? Ginny could have slipped the key from the jailer when he wasn't looking and escaped!
Susato:
Oh my!
Ryunosuke:
Why, why would she do something like that? It would only make her situation worse!
Iris:
......... Calm down, Runo! I was only joking of course!
Ryunosuke:
......... Oh. Ugh...you had me worried there. I thought it was a 'great deduction'.
Susato:
Yes, it must be your way with words, Iris. You're so wonderfully persuasive. Perhaps you don't fully understand the weight your words carry.
Iris:
Oh dear... I'm sorry. I suppose a light-hearted great detective is a contradiction in terms.
Ryunosuke:
Well, in the same situation, I'm sure Mr Sholmes would just have thrown his head back and guffawed.
Susato:
I'm not entirely sure that's helpful, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Well anyway, it looks like we won't be able to talk to Gina for a while. We should try to make progress with our investigation in the meantime.
Iris:
Yes. Come along then, Runo! Come along, Susie!
16th April
Windibank's Storeroom
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Iris... She's clammed up completely.)
Susato:
Iris is bound to find this difficult. After all, Mr Windibank's life was taken in this very room only last night.
Iris:
.........
Gregson:
.........Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! Inspector!
Gregson:
What is it now, sunshine?
Ryunosuke:
You took one look at me and tried to run away!
Gregson:
You think a Scotland Yard inspector would run away from some jumped-up little defence lawyer, do ya?
Iris:
.........
Gregson:
I just! Well... ...I've never seen Her Ladyship lookin' like that before, is the thing. I didn't know what to say to her.
Ryunosuke:
(So you weren't running away from me...you were running away from a ten-year-old.)
Susato:
I'm afraid this is all a little much for young Iris. Some gentle reassurance might go a long way perhaps, Inspector.
Gregson:
Eh?!
Iris:
.........
Gregson:
Erm... Ahem! Don't, um... Don't trouble yourself unduly, Your Ladyship. I mean...at least you're not dead, are you?
Ryunosuke:
...I don't think that went very well.
Gregson:
......... WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! Look! I'm in the middle of an investigation here, sunshine! And I told you not to get under my feet!
Susato:
And we have investigating to do ourselves.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. I'd like to hear more of what the socially inept inspector has to say.
Iris:
Oh Hurley...
Ryunosuke:
(And enquire into how Mr Sholmes's operation is going...)
Examine
Shelves on sides, gramophone, or bicycle
Ryunosuke:
Look at all these articles that have been deposited. The room is stuffed full of them.
Iris:
I can't believe how many there are.
Susato:
A bicycle, a gramophone, musical instruments... Even some enormous paintings, look.
Ryunosuke:
Pieces of different people's lives, quietly gathering dust in here together. (There's something very peaceful about the atmosphere in here. ...Or at least there would be, if not for the chalk outline on the floor and the policemen shuffling around.)
Gregson:
...Not much I can do about that, sunshine.
Chalk outline (before examining calendar in Windibank's Main Shop)
Ryunosuke:
(The police have marked the position of the body with a chalk line.)
Iris:
Poor Mr Windibank... He was a nice old man.
Gregson:
Well, he was shot just once, through the heart. Most likely, the fellow died instantly. He wouldn't have felt a thing.
Iris:
......... Aha! I may well be able to help with that!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
There's nothing like the sight of blood to get the blood pumping, is there, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... I have a feeling I'm not as bloody-minded as you, Iris.
Susato:
I'm afraid the sight of blood makes my blood run cold.
Iris:
There you have it, you see! When it comes to blood, we're all different types!
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, what a...scientific observation.
Iris:
So you need this!
Ryunosuke:
Oh no... What is that scary-looking thing?
Iris:
Hm...Hurley and I haven't actually come up with a name for it yet. But as soon as you see it in action, you'll understand what it does. ...Watch.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh! (The colour of the bloodstain has changed!)
Iris:
There! Does it make sense now?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I think I'm starting to understand...
Iris:
Good! It works on the principle that different people have different types of blood, you see.
Susato:
Yes! How wonderful!
Iris:
The chemical it fires combines with the blood and makes it change colour. So you can identify whose blood it is that you're looking at in a flash!
Susato:
Oh, what a fabulous invention, Iris!
Iris:
Isn't it? Isn't it? I bet Ginny would say it's 'bleedin' great'!
Ryunosuke:
So...whose blood are we looking at then?
Iris:
This must be Mr Windibank's blood.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. This is where he was shot, so... (...there can't be any question of that.)
Susato:
This could turn out to be a very valuable clue. So we simply must make a note of it!
The blood analysis has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
Let's keep testing and adding the results of any other blood analysis to the portfolio!
Iris:
As long as I have reagent left, sure.
Chalk outline (after examining calendar in Windibank's Main Shop)
Ryunosuke:
(The police have marked the position of the body with a chalk line.)
Iris:
Poor Mr Windibank... He was a nice old man.
Gregson:
Well, he was shot just once, through the heart. Most likely, the fellow died instantly. He wouldn't have felt a thing.
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
This must be his blood, then.
Iris:
Ah!
Susato:
I don't like to ask at such a wretched time, Iris, but I wonder if perhaps-
Iris:
Don't worry, Susie! I'm ready for action!
Susato:
So...now we know the colour the chemical turns when it reacts with Mr Windibank's blood.
Iris:
Hm...and it doesn't match our analysis of the bloodstain we found in the main shop.
Susato:
No. But let's add this sample to the others we've already collected, anyway.
The blood samples portfolio has been updated in the Court Record.
Chalk outline (subsequent times)
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Iris...?
Iris:
......... Don't worry, I'm alright. But we MUST find the true culprit!
Susato:
Yes! Absolutely!
Red chest
Ryunosuke:
Out of all the articles in the storeroom... ...this is the only thing that shows any sign of being ransacked.
Iris:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Iris?
Iris:
That's... That's the box file that my manuscript was being kept in.
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
(Iris's unpublished story. 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'... Surely that's not what all this...)
Gina:
Sorry, Iris, but if you ask me, 'e's sold it. Wivout tellin' you.
Susato:
We must check inside the box at once!
Iris:
Yes...
.........Ah!
Susato:
It was there! Iris's story was there!
Ryunosuke:
Really? It was? Well, that's good news, isn't it, Iris?
Iris:
Um...yes... I mean, of course I believed Hurley when he said he'd deposited it here, but still... ...it's a relief to actually see it.
Ryunosuke:
(...Really? Because that's not a very well hidden frown...)
Iris:
.........
Iris's manuscript has been entered into the Court Record.
Red chest (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Out of all the articles in the storeroom... ...this is the only thing that shows any sign of being ransacked.
Iris:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Iris?
Iris:
That's... That's the box file that my manuscript was being kept in.
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
(Iris's unpublished story. 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'... Surely that's not what all this...)
Gina:
Sorry, Iris, but if you ask me, 'e's sold it. Wivout tellin' you.
Susato:
We must check inside the box at once!
Iris:
Yes...
.........Ah!
Susato:
It was there! Iris's story was there!
Ryunosuke:
Really? It was? Well, that's good news, isn't it, Iris?
Iris:
Um...yes... I mean, of course I believed Hurley when he said he'd deposited it here, but still... ...it's a relief to actually see it.
Ryunosuke:
(...Really? Because that's not a very well hidden frown...)
Iris:
.........
Revolver
Ryunosuke:
This, this is a revolver. A real one!
Susato:
And quite...quite possibly the murder weapon! Used to take Mr Windibank's life!
Iris:
What's the matter, Susie? You and Runo look like you're about to faint.
Susato:
Well, it's just that...I've rarely seen a gun in the flesh!
Ryunosuke:
And I've...had issues with guns in the past. But anyway, we saw Mr Windibank with this yesterday, didn't we?
Windibank:
I shall have to take my own life!
Ryunosuke:
(It must be the same gun.)
(And last night... ...when I looked through the spy hole in the door to the storeroom here... ...that was the same gun I saw...in Gina's hand.)
Susato:
Mr Windibank told us that he only ever had a single bullet loaded in his revolver, didn't he?
Iris:
Well, it's empty now. The one and only bullet he had in his gun has been fired.
Ryunosuke:
(So we can be fairly certain...that only a single shot was fired from this revolver...)
Converse
The scene of the crime
Ryunosuke:
So, Inspector, what do you make of the crime scene here?
Gregson:
Pshaw! You've got eyes, haven't you? Use 'em! It is what it looks like. Nothin' more, nothin' less!
Ryunosuke:
......... Iris, could you lend me a hand?
Iris:
So, Gregsy, what do you make of the crime scene here?
Gregson:
Oh yes, Your Ladyship, do allow me to humbly explain! Last night at shortly after the hour of one o'clock in the mornin', Scotland Yard police attended the scene. The one and only door to this storeroom was found locked from the inside.
Ryunosuke:
(So it was locked from the inside...)
Susato:
The lock appears to be broken now, though. Was that the police officers' doing?
Gregson:
Quite right, ma'am, quite right. We took the liberty of smashin' the door in...as humbly as possible.
Susato:
Oh...
Gregson:
As you can see, the victim was discovered prostrate on the floor, um...thuswise. And next to the aforementioned body, we discovered the vile gutter-child.
Iris:
Are you talking about Ginny? She's my friend, you know, Inspector!
Gregson:
......... Miss Lestrade - the hapless girl - was curled up on the floor, dead to the world.
Ryunosuke:
(...She's still alive, you know.) Yes, when I saw her, she appeared to be unconscious.
Gregson:
And I'm afraid to say...she had the gun that was used in her hand.
Iris:
No!
Ryunosuke:
(Presumably it's the gun that's still down there on the floor now.)
Gregson:
In her pocket, we found the key to the door as well.
Ryunosuke:
What?! The key to this storeroom?
Susato:
And you say...the storeroom had been locked from the inside, Inspector?
Gregson:
Correct. All of which leaves Her Ladyship's friend... ...in somethin' of a sticky situation, I'm afraid.
Iris:
.........
Gregson:
Obviously! ...My personal opinion is that it's all some sort of misunderstandin'!
Ryunosuke:
(Of course it is, Inspector. Of course it is.)
Sholmes's operation
Iris:
Gregsy, do you know anything about Hurley? Is the operation finished? Is Hurley alright? Is he?
Gregson:
Um! Well, erm...the thing is, um...
Susato:
Don't mince your words, Inspector! ...Please! Y-You don't mean to say that Mr Sholmes is...is...
Gregson:
No no no! The operation's done and dusted! It's just that...well...
Susato:
Out with it!
Gregson:
Yes, ma'am! They used somethin' called a general anaesthetic. It's the latest thing. Renders the whole body insensitive.
Ryunosuke:
The whole body...anaesthetised? Is that even possible?
Gregson:
It means the operation can be completed while the patient is fast asleep.
Susato:
Goodness, in the Empire of Japan, we can just manage to provide laughing gas for a tooth extraction...
Gregson:
The trouble is, the latest thing isn't always the greatest thing, if you follow my meanin'. They couldn't get the medication to work at first, so it took hours for him to nod off, or so I hear. And now that the op's finished , they...they can't get him to wake up, apparently.
Susato:
Oh my!
Gregson:
No one knows if it's the anaesthetic still in his system, or if the bloke's just plain exhausted. But anyway, all they can do is stand back and watch until he comes round again.
Iris:
Hurley...
Gregson:
The moment he opens his eyes, Your Ladyship, I swear I shall get word to you!
Ryunosuke:
(What a surprise. Even in matters of life and death, Mr Sholmes has to do things 'his way'.)
The second redemption ticket (appears after presenting Pawnbroker's Ticket (Box))
Ryunosuke:
This ticket was in one of the pockets of Mr McGilded's overcoat.
Gregson:
Eh?! You, you mean to tell me...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, there was more than just the music box disk, it seems.
Gregson:
Hmph. I should've insisted on the lads takin' it back to the Yard and examinin' it properly.
Susato:
Well, according to the details on this ticket... ...Mr McGilded deposited another article here with Mr Windibank.
Gregson:
Yes, I can see it written here. A small box, was it?
Iris:
Do you have any idea where it is, Gregsy? Any idea at all? It's another article belonging to Mr McGilded. It could be an important clue!
Gregson:
Well, um, yes, erm... I, I suppose it could be...
Iris:
.........
Gregson:
Please! Stop lookin' at me with those big, turquoise eyes, all full of hope and expectation! It's too much pressure! I'll lose me marbles, I will! I'll go barkin'!
Ryunosuke:
...This is no time for dog impressions, Inspector.
Gregson:
That's enough sauce from you, sunshine! ......... There is one thing that springs to mind. Accordin' to this ticket, the redemption deadline's already passed, hasn't it?
Iris:
Oh yes, of course. Articles are only held for two months.
Susato:
So the small box will no longer be in here, then.
Gregson:
That's right. It's been forfeited.
Susato:
Which means, it could be on the shelves in the front of the shop, where the forfeited items are offered for sale!
Ryunosuke:
Yes! The shelves in the front! We must search them at once!
Gregson:
You're wastin' your time.
Susato:
Oh!
Gregson:
There are dozens of little boxes out there. Hundreds, even. We can't possibly know which one might've been McGilded's. That information's not written in the ledger.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Iris:
Well, I think we should at least have a look, just in case.
Gregson:
Of course, Your Ladyship, of course! Very sensible of you, I'm sure!
Ryunosuke:
(This is getting old...)
Present
Pawnbroker's Ticket (Box)
Ryunosuke:
Um, Inspector...what do you make of this?
Gregson:
Ah, what have we here, then? A redemption ticket for an article deposited here, is it? Looks like someone ran out of office stationery and wrote the ticket on whatever paper was to hand. Yes, this is the ticket for McGilded's overcoat. The one that little diver turned up with yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, actually no, it's not.
Gregson:
...Really? Think you know better than me, do ya?
Ryunosuke:
No, I, I didn't mean to, um...
Iris:
Runo's right, Gregsy. It isn't the same ticket.
Gregson:
Of course it isn't! Of course it isn't! I never doubted you, Your Ladyship! So, what's all this about then, if I might be so bold as to ask?
Iris:
This is a second ticket.
Gregson:
A second one?
Ryunosuke:
It seems that Mr McGilded in fact had another article in storage here at Windibank's.
Gregson:
......... Is that right?
Susato:
...I think we need to discuss this further with the inspector, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh good. Because he's ever so easy to talk to...)
Iris's Story Manuscript
Gregson:
Is, is that what I think it is?! Y-Y-Your Ladyship's latest?!
Iris:
Yes, my latest story. It's called, 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'.
Gregson:
A, a most fascinatin' title, Your Ladyship! Faaascinatin'! ...And, um... I don't suppose... Would there be any mention of my humble self in the tale this time?
Iris:
Hm...good question. I can't really remember.
Gregson:
I see, I see. Well, why would you, Your Ladyship? I'll just await its publication with eager anticipation!
Ryunosuke:
You needn't worry, Inspector. I'm sure if you do appear, you won't be doing anything particularly remarkable.
Gregson:
...You lookin' to be arrested, sunshine?
Ryunosuke:
(I didn't mean it like that! ...And even if I did, you wouldn't have bitten Her Ladyship's head off, would you?)
Examine evidence
Iris's Story Manuscript
Title
Ryunosuke:
'The Hound of the Baskervilles'...
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(How did Susato-san know the exact title of this unpublished story?)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose I'll just have to wait until she's ready to explain it to me.)
Susato:
...I'm so sorry.
After clearing all Converse options, examining calendar, and presenting Pawnbroker's Ticket (Coat) in Windibank's Main Shop, and clearing all Converse options, examining chalk outline, red chest, and revolver in Windibank's Storeroom:
*Dong* *Dong* *Dong*
Iris:
AAAAAAGH!!! I nearly jumped out of my skin there! How could Mr Windibank set such a wicked trap?!
Ryunosuke:
I...I doubt he set out to scare anyone.
Susato:
Is that really the time? I think perhaps we should pay Gina another visit soon.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Susato:
Her trial is tomorrow. We must establish whether or not you will be defending her. I think we should ask her one more time. ...She may have changed her mind.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Iris:
Don't you remember, Runo? You told her she could rip up the representation papers if she didn't want you to be her lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
...Really? Did I say that?
Yes.
You did.
Susato:
The deadline for submitting the paperwork is fast approaching.
Ryunosuke:
(In that case, we had better hurry back to the prison and talk to Gina again.)
16th April, 5:41 p.m.
Local Prison, Cell 13
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Gina, good... You're back.
Gina:
Ah! .........
Susato:
The police must have finished questioning her, then.
Iris:
Oh, how was it, Ginny? Was it awful?
Gina:
Eh? Oh... Didn't bother me.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you for the papers you signed before. It meant we were able to investigate at Windibank's.
Gina:
Oh...right... .........
Iris:
Don't you want to know how we got on? We've been ever so busy.
Gina:
......... Wot's the point in askin'? Won't change wot everyone's sayin'. That I did it.
Iris:
That's not...
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Gina, we came to ask for your final decision.
Gina:
Eh? Wot decision?
Ryunosuke:
About tomorrow's trial. Will you let me defend you or not?
Gina:
...!
Susato:
I must submit the paperwork now if you'd like Mr Naruhodo to represent you.
Gina:
Right...I see...
Ryunosuke:
(She's really lost her fight all of a sudden. But I know what that feels like. The worry is just so hard to bear...)
Converse
What we've uncovered
Iris:
.........
Gina:
......... Oh, alright then! Blimey, give it a rest wiv them eyes, Iris! So come on then, fill us in. Who done it?
Ryunosuke:
Unfortunately we don't know that yet.
Gina:
...You don't say.
Susato:
We don't know 'yet', Gina. But Mr Naruhodo - and all of us - know that you are innocent of this crime.
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And while we haven't yet managed to work out who the real culprit is... ...there are a number of interesting facts that we have managed to establish.
Gina:
Oh yeah? Like wot?
Ryunosuke:
Well, for example... ...the reason for you being there in the first place. I think I know now why you broke into Windibank's that night.
Gina:
.........
If Iris's Story Manuscript hasn't been presented yet
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like I'm going to have to take some evidence that clearly reveals the reason... ...and thrust it in Gina's face! ...Or I could present it to her calmly, I suppose.)
Representation in court
Susato:
We already have the representation papers and other documents we need.
Ryunosuke:
All we have to do is hand them to the court clerk. That is...if you'll allow me to represent you in court tomorrow?
Gina:
......... Nah. Don't bother.
Iris:
Ginny...
Gina:
Rip 'em up and chuck 'em, would ya? Them 'respresentation papers' or wotever they're called. This cell ain't fancy enough to 'ave a bin.
Ryunosuke:
So...what will you do in court tomorrow?
Gina:
I'll be fine on me own.
Iris:
...I don't think you will be.
Gina:
Look, it don't matter. Wot's gonna 'appen is gonna 'appen.
Ryunosuke:
(This is one stubborn pickpocket.)
Iris's manuscript (appears after presenting Iris's Story Manuscript)
Gina:
......... Alright, yeah... This 'Baskervilles' story - it's the latest Sholmes adventure, right? But it ain't been printed yet. So I figured...it's gotta be worth a fair few pieces o' silver, right?
Susato:
Oh yes. At least five thousand pounds.
Iris:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
So...you intended to sell Iris's manuscript, did you?
Iris:
No... Ginny, how could you?
Gina:
Wot? Wait! No, 'ang on! 'Course I weren't gonna sell it! All I wanted to do was find out if the 'mantelscript', or wotever ya call it, really was there or not. That's the only reason I was in the place!
Susato:
For Iris's sake...isn't that right?
Gina:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
We knew why you'd done it from the start, Gina. Of course we did.
Gina:
But...
Iris:
I knew you wouldn't do anything mean like that, Ginny! I just knew it!
Gina:
Well, um...erm...
Ryunosuke:
When I saw the manuscript in the storeroom, it reminded me of what you'd said the night before.
Gina:
Grown-ups do a lot worse than that, believe me. Barefaced liars, the lot of 'em! You just ain't realised it yet.
Iris:
.........
Gina:
I'm tellin' ya, that 'mantelscript' ain't at Windibank's. You'd soon see if you 'ad a look!
Iris:
......... If I'm honest... ...I have wondered if Hurley's telling me the truth sometimes. I mean that I sometimes wonder if he might have hidden my manuscript somewhere. Somewhere I don't know. Even though it's wrong of me to doubt him...
Gina:
.........
Iris:
Oh, Ginny, that was so sweet of you!
Gina:
......... Alright, alright... I'll tell ya why I did it. Just stop lookin' at me like that, Iris.
Reason for breaking in (appears after "Iris's manuscript")
Gina:
It weren't because of Iris. That's not why I did it. I just...wanted to know the truth, that's all.
Susato:
You wanted to know if Mr Sholmes was being honest? If he'd really deposited the manuscript at Windibank's?
Gina:
...It's like I told ya the night before... ...I never 'ad a father. But Iris's lot ain't like mine. She's got 'er dad, only she can't see 'im. And I reckon that's gotta be 'arder.
Iris:
...!
Gina:
That's why she writes 'er stories. They're about 'er dad really. That's wot it sounded like to me, anyway. Last night, when I was listenin' to wot you were sayin'.
Iris:
Stories...about Daddy...? .........
Ryunosuke:
You mean they're not the adventures of a great detective... ...so much as the adventures of a great detective and his trusty partner?
Gina:
Well, that's 'ow I see it, yeah.
Iris:
......... You're so thoughtful and so kind, Ginny.
Susato:
Yes. And we never thought any differently, did we?
Gina:
Look! Give it a rest, will ya? I 'ate all this chummy nonsense! D'you 'ear? I 'ate it! I don't trust no one, right? That's 'ow I work. Cos if you don't trust no one, no one can let ya down! So leave me alone! Go on! Scarper!
Ryunosuke:
......... .................. (I hadn't noticed until now, but it's unmistakable. Right there on both sleeves of that overcoat... ...are some very suspicious red stains!)
Gina:
...Wot? Why are you lookin' at me like that?
Ryunosuke:
(I think it might be worth presenting some of our other findings in that area to Gina now...)
Present
Gina's Representation Papers
Ryunosuke:
Gina, I'd like to thank you for signing these papers.
Gina:
If you wanna thank me, you can do it once you've got me off the 'ook.
Ryunosuke:
Alright then. ......... Wait, what? (Shouldn't she be thanking ME then?)
Gina:
You know wot, Mr Narrow-'Oddo...? It ain't good manners to expect thanks if you do someone a favour.
Ryunosuke:
......... I KNOW THAT! (She's as tricky with words as she is with her fingers.)
Pawnbroker's Ticket (Coat)
Ryunosuke:
Do you see this pawnbroker's ticket, Gina? It's the one you took to Windibank's, isn't it? The one for that black overcoat that you're wearing now.
Gina:
Eh? Wot, that? I dunno. They all look the same to me, those tickets.
Ryunosuke:
(Surely not...) Well this one has a very obvious mark on it...that would appear to be blood.
Gina:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
Does that ring any bells?
Gina:
...I dunno. It all looks the same to me, blood.
Ryunosuke:
(And they all sound the same to me, these answers. Suspicious.)
Iris's Story Manuscript
Ryunosuke:
We found this in Mr Windibank's storeroom: The manuscript of Iris's latest story.
Gina:
Ah! Oh...right. Well that's good then.
Ryunosuke:
Curiously, the storeroom at Windibank's showed no sign of being ransacked for items of value or the like. With one exception: The box file that housed this manuscript.
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
It was you, wasn't it, Gina? Who broke open the box containing this manuscript last night.
Gina:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
You were determined to find out whether or not 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' was really there. That's the real reason you broke into the storeroom last night, isn't it?
Gina:
AAAAAAGH!
Ryunosuke:
Why don't you tell us what happened? Please.
Blood Samples Portfolio (after clearing "Reason for breaking in" Converse option)
Leads to:
"Those stains on the sleeves of your new coat, Gina..."
Ryunosuke:
Those stains on the sleeves of your new coat, Gina... They're blood, aren't they? Not that I know whose blood yet.
Gina:
WOT?!
Susato:
B-Blood, Mr Naruhodo?!
Ryunosuke:
You don't appear to have any obvious wounds yourself, though. So could it be blood that spattered from Mr Windibank when he was shot last night?
Iris:
Let's not beat around the bush here. This trusty friend of mine will get results much faster than anything else!
Gina:
Eh?! T-Take it easy, Iris!
Iris:
Don't move, Ginny! I'm going to shoot!
Oh...
Susato:
Oh my!
Ryunosuke:
What the...? Forget the sleeves...
Iris:
...The whole coat is covered in blood!
Ryunosuke:
(Of course! The black colour of the fabric was masking the stains. That's why we haven't seen them until now!)
Susato:
And the blood has reacted with the chemical to turn a purple colour... ...which matches one of the samples we've already collected perfectly!
Iris:
Yes, now let's see...who had the purple blood? Aha! Yes, it was the brickmaker, Mr Mason. The victim of the murder case two months ago.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I knew it...)
Gina:
Wot, wot are you all on about? The victim? Wot d'you mean?
Susato:
......... It's a rather uncomfortable situation, Mr Naruhodo, but I think this makes things quite clear. It means the omnibus case is finally solved. The truth about who really murdered the brickmaker, Mr Mason...is revealed.
Gina:
Oi! Would someone explain wot's goin' on?! Stop tellin' 'alf a story!
Susato:
.........
Converse
The truth of the omnibus case
Ryunosuke:
We can see now that the victim's blood is all over Mr McGilded's overcoat.
Susato:
But in the trial two months ago, the defendant said this in his testimony:
McGilded:
Now I ask youse, what good-hearted soul wouldn't rush to help a fella bleedin' from his stomach? I wasn't about to start worryin' about me gloves now, was I? I reached out to give the man a hand.
Ryunosuke:
But if you look at this overcoat, it's clear... These stains couldn't have arisen from McGilded trying to pull the victim to his feet.
Susato:
No. If that was what had really happened, the blood wouldn't have splashed all over the front of the coat.
Ryunosuke:
The only explanation for this pattern of blood... ...is that it splattered over McGilded's coat when he stabbed the victim in the stomach!
(I've tried to run from the truth for long enough. But there's no escaping it now.)
(The true culprit in that case - Mr Mason's killer...was Magnus McGilded!)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
...That horrible case is solved at last. And I... I helped the man walk free from that trial! I used all that twisted testimony and all that sham evidence...to 'prove' his innocence! ......... (How could I have let that happen...?)
Gina:
.........
Iris:
Runo...did you believe him, though? Did you believe Mr McGilded was innocent?
Ryunosuke:
......... I believed... Or rather, I think I was trying to believe. I wanted to. Because believing in those you represent in court...is a defence lawyer's greatest weapon.
Iris:
A weapon...?
Susato:
.........
A lawyer's weapon (appears after "The truth of the omnibus case")
Ryunosuke:
Before we came to Great Britain, a great friend of mine taught me a valuable lesson...
Susato:
You mean Kazuma-sama?
Kazuma:
Listen, Ryunosuke. We lawyers are only human. We can't know for sure what is the truth and what is a lie. Which is why we must resort to our primary weapon: An unwavering belief in our clients. That's all we really have.
Ryunosuke:
...Unwavering belief?
Kazuma:
Only when we truly believe what our clients tell us, can we fight with everything we have for their cause. In any battle, there can be no victory without faith. So I believe you. Unwaveringly.
Gina:
......... Hehe...
Ryunosuke:
What's funny, Gina?
Gina:
Cor, sounds like in this Empire o' Japan you come from, everyone must be soft!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Gina:
Well, come on! Look at the mess it's got you into, believin' in that bogtrotter!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I inadvertently helped a murderer walk free.
Susato:
.........
Gina:
Well at least you've learnt yer lesson now, eh? Believin' in people's never worth it. Someone always stabs you in the back in the end. Soon as you let down yer guard...you've 'ad it. Take a leaf outta my book: Believe no one, get 'urt by no one.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Present
Gina's Representation Papers
Susato:
This one document...could be the key to Gina's fate. We must fight tooth and nail for her freedom! Tooth and nail!
Ryunosuke:
...You're very passionate about it, I see. (Not that I don't understand that.) You know...I was surprised to see how neatly Gina signed her name.
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
You wouldn't have expected it from an orphaned East End pickpocket, would you?
Susato:
Well...this is Great Britain! With...a wonderful education system!
Ryunosuke:
Wait a minute... This was written with a fude brush. (And by a very skilled hand.)
Susato:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
......... It was you who wrote it, wasn't it?
Susato:
Oh dear... Gina was insistent, so I... I couldn't refuse.
Iris's Story Manuscript
Ryunosuke:
'The Hound of the Baskervilles'... Iris's unpublished work...
Susato:
Yes, so Mr Sholmes was telling us all the truth. He did indeed deposit it for safekeeping with Mr Windibank.
Ryunosuke:
True. But then... (That still leaves the question of how Susato-san knew the full title.)
Susato:
......... I haven't read it myself, of course.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... No...
Susato:
...I realise I spoke carelessly last night. It was...a dreadful mistake.
Ryunosuke:
I know that you must have your reasons for not telling us any more.
Susato:
...I'm so sorry.
After clearing all Converse options:
Susato:
Gina...may I ask you something?
Gina:
Wot?
Susato:
I'd just like to make absolutely sure... What would you like us to do with these representation papers for tomorrow's trial?
Gina:
......... 'Ow many times do I 'ave to say it? Rip 'em up and chuck 'em away.
Susato:
Are you really sure that's what you want?
Gina:
I bet that's wot 'e wants an' all now. Mr 'I'm-a-Believer' Lawyer over there.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Gina:
Don't forget it was me in that trial two months ago. I led everyone up the garden path, didn't I? An' yer tellin' me you can believe in me after that? Not likely.
Susato:
......... Well, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
(A lawyer's primary weapon is an unwavering belief in his clients... Ultimately it comes down to whether or not I feel I can trust Gina after everything that's happened...)
I trust her
Leads to:
"Gina...let me say it again..."
I can't trust her
Ryunosuke:
(But what choice do I really have here? I have to believe in her. ...Although I can hardly believe myself that I'm making this choice in spite of everything. Let's just put it down to one of life's little curiosities...)
Leads to:
"Gina...let me say it again..."
Ryunosuke:
Gina...let me say it again... Please allow me to represent you in tomorrow's trial.
Gina:
Eh? Are you 'alf-baked?
Ryunosuke:
Not at all. You've not once admitted to committing the crime, have you? What's more...I believe that you're telling me the truth.
Gina:
......... Seriously, um...Mr Narrow-'Oddo... ...didn't you 'ear all of wot I said before? I'm a born liar. Fibs just trip off me tongue. And I'm a diver, don't forget. I pulled the wool over yer eyes two months ago and got you into all sorts o' trouble. Why would you ever trust me now? I just don't get it!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Gina...
Gina:
...!
Susato:
...I do understand why you choose not to put your trust in others. But I assure you, there is more to this life than you yet realise.
Gina:
Wot d'you mean?
Susato:
The world we live in... ...is full of people you would do very well to trust. People who won't ever let you down.
Gina:
Eh?
Ryunosuke:
It's true that I'm just a student of law, and I'm certainly lacking in courtroom experience. But I can promise you this: Whatever happens...and until my very last breath... ...I am completely on your side!
Gina:
......... Wot...wot d'you expect me to say to that? .........
Susato:
Then it's decided. I will take these papers now and carry out the necessary preparations for tomorrow's trial. It would be a shame to throw them away now after it's been penned with your name so beautifully.
Gina:
...Do wot you like. You Eastern lot are...are... I dunno wot you are! I don't get ya!
Ryunosuke:
(Gina's taken herself off to the back of her cell. She'd never admit it, but I hope she's feeling relieved. That turned out alright in the end...I think.)
...........................
Susato:
Whoever's hiding there... ...show yourself at once! Eavesdropping is the height of cowardice!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato?!
Susato:
Somebody is there in the shadows. I can sense it. Somebody who wasn't there before!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
???:
......... ...Blimey, you're sharp, eh?
Gregson:
I s'pose you were usin' one of those mystic Japanese arts. Like the art of stealth I've heard so much about.
Ryunosuke:
...If anyone was being stealthy, it was you, Inspector.
Iris:
Gregsy!
Gregson:
Oh dear me, I am most terribly sorry, Your Ladyship! I didn't mean to startle you!
Iris:
How long have you been listening in on our conversation?
Gregson:
Good grief! Listenin' in?! No no no! I just got word that there were some visitors who were refusin' to leave even though it was after hours. I assure you, Your Ladyship, I only just arrived. This very minute! Not a moment earlier! That's all it is! Nothin' untoward! Nothin' at all!
Ryunosuke:
After hours...? Is it that late already?
Gregson:
So then, I'll humbly excuse myself now, Your Ladyship. Ta-ta! Toodle-oo! Cheerio! All the best! Bye, by and by!
Ryunosuke:
(That's a lot of farewells, and not one of them appropriate for 'Her Ladyship'.)
Iris:
Oh, but I wanted to have a chat!
Gregson:
I'm, I'm terribly sorry, but time is pressin' at the minute.
Iris:
Oh, I see. ...That's a shame.
Gregson:
If I don't get this emergency at the Supreme Court dealt with sharpish, Lord  Stronghart will, well...
Iris:
Emergency?!
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart?
Gregson:
Nothin'! Forget I said anythin'! Anyway...ahem! I'm off!
Iris:
Alright, Gregsy, if you have to. But let's chat soon!
Gregson:
Delighted! Charmed! Can't wait! If you please! My pleasure!
Ryunosuke:
(That's a lot of pleasantries, and not one of them sounded sincere...)
Iris:
Gregsy's so funny! He says such silly things!
Ryunosuke:
It's certainly entertaining to see an inspector of the police fawning to a ten-year-old girl. (But anyway, I wonder what this emergency is at the Supreme Court...)
Susato:
I must attend the court clerk's office now before it closes.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course. Thank you, Miss Susato.
Susato:
......... Kindly escort Iris home now, Mr Naruhodo. I shall meet you there later.
Ryunosuke:
And so our investigation came to an end. Susato-san went to file the necessary papers for my defence of Gina the following day. And then it hit me... I could no longer suppress the wretched feeling that had been gnawing away at my insides. Tomorrow...Susato-san would be leaving. Leaving Britain and making her way back to Japan.
16th April, 11:13 p.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Susato:
Naruhodo-san... ...it's been a very trying day, hasn't it? I do hope you're not too exhausted.
Ryunosuke:
What about you, Susato-san? Today has been even more trying for you, I'm sure. (Mr Sholmes was shot before our eyes, Gina was arrested... ...all on the back of the news that her father has fallen ill and that she must return to Japan at once.) I...hope your father recovers soon.
Susato:
Thank you for your kind words. .........
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
I wonder why it is... ...that so many thoughts rage in my head like a storm... ...and yet I seem unable to find the words to express any of them.
Ryunosuke:
I know exactly what you mean.
Susato:
Anyway, I have one final task to complete as your judicial assistant. Once that is done, I shall make preparations for my departure tomorrow.
Ryunosuke:
(One final task...?)
Examine
Anything
Ryunosuke:
......... (What's the matter with me? Why am I examining things at a time like this? This is my last chance to talk to Susato-san before she leaves!)
Converse
Going back to Japan
Susato:
It's just two months since we arrived in London. But we've managed to establish this office. It was finally feeling as though we were settling in. I would be lying...if I said I felt no regret.
Ryunosuke:
I'm so sorry, Susato-san...
Susato:
It's just so sudden. I really don't know what to think. I've had no time to gather my thoughts.
Ryunosuke:
......... I know we've only been here a short time, but... ...in my limited experience of the courtroom, I feel I've learnt something.
Susato:
...And what would that be?
Ryunosuke:
It seems to me...there are many facets to people's personalities.
Susato:
Facets..?
Ryunosuke:
And like a jewel, the light plays off them in complex patterns, illuminating their actions and their motives. But we see only see [sic] a small number of the total facets. And what is illuminated is only a part of the whole story.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What lies in the shadows? What do those facets we cannot see look like? Perhaps there are some parts we'll never lay eyes on, for as long as we live.
Susato:
That's so true.
Ryunosuke:
Sometimes I feel as though I'm blind to so much. But I keep hoping that one day it will all become clear. That all the facets will be illuminated, and I'll finally understand how everything fits together.
Susato:
Naruhodo-san...
Ryunosuke:
I suppose what matters... ...is that we keep our eyes open, and keep moving forward. Even if the way sometimes seems dark.
Susato:
......... It's amazing to think it's been just two months. ...You've grown so much.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? I've what?
Susato:
Oh no...it was nothing. Unimportant.
Tomorrow's departure
Ryunosuke:
Do you know what time you will leave London in the morning?
Susato:
Yes, I picked up my ticket earlier. I shall be leaving here at 4 a.m.
Ryunosuke:
I see. Well, I'll escort you to the station.
Susato:
Absolutely not.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
I'm sure you realise why I couldn't possibly let you do that. You have a very important day ahead of you tomorrow.
Ryunosuke:
(Gina's trial...) Yes, I know, but-
Susato:
Every word you utter will have the potential to determine Gina's fate.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
You must get as much rest as possible. Even though, like me, I'm sure you will find it hard to sleep. But please, for me...do try.
One final task
Ryunosuke:
Um...you mentioned 'one final task' a moment ago. What did you mean?
Susato:
Oh my! I nearly forgot! Please, I want you to have this.
Ryunosuke:
What is that? (Some huge bundle of documents...)
Susato:
It's my notes...from the case two months ago. The murder that was committed on the omnibus.
Ryunosuke:
...! (The McGilded case...)
Susato:
It seems to me that this case of Mr Windibank's murder - of which Gina is accused... ...is very much tied up with that omnibus case. In ways that are not yet completely apparent. So I took the liberty of consolidating my writings about the case for you.
Ryunosuke:
......... (With everything else she's had to think about... ...Susato-san's still managed to do this. And all neatly laid out for me in her beautiful handwriting.)
Susato:
It was my pleasure. I can only hope that it will bolster your case tomorrow for Gina.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you so much, Susato-san. I will do my best to use it wisely. You really are the best judicial assistant in the world.
Susato:
Well...that's extremely flattering. But I'm sorry to say... ...that I've been a complete failure.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? I, I didn't quite catch what you said there.
Susato:
Oh! ...Ignore me. I was just mumbling to myself.
The McGilded case notes have been entered into the Court Record.
One final task (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Um...you mentioned 'one final task' a moment ago. What did you mean?
Susato:
Oh my! I nearly forgot! Please, I want you to have this.
Ryunosuke:
What is that? (Some huge bundle of documents...)
Susato:
It's my notes...from the case two months ago. The murder that was committed on the omnibus.
Ryunosuke:
...! (The McGilded case...)
Susato:
It seems to me that this case of Mr Windibank's murder - of which Gina is accused... ...is very much tied up with that omnibus case. In ways that are not yet completely apparent. So I took the liberty of consolidating my writings about the case for you.
Ryunosuke:
......... (With everything else she's had to think about... ...Susato-san's still managed to do this. And all neatly laid out for me in her beautiful handwriting.)
Susato:
It was my pleasure. I can only hope that it will bolster your case tomorrow for Gina.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you so much, Susato-san. I will do my best to use it wisely. You really are the best judicial assistant in the world.
Susato:
Well...that's extremely flattering. But I'm sorry to say... ...that I've been a complete failure.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? I, I didn't quite catch what you said there.
Susato:
Oh! ...Ignore me. I was just mumbling to myself.
Present
McGilded Case Notes
Ryunosuke:
I'd like to thank you again for these notes, Susato-san.
Susato:
Oh no! Please, don't mention it. It's really nothing much. I simply implored Inspector Gregson for the police files and annotated all the documents they had... ...and then scoured the archives of every newspaper to pick out anything that might be relevant.
Ryunosuke:
What?! When did you possibly find the time? ...Regardless, I'm sure it will be extremely helpful.
Susato:
......... It saddens me that I will be unable to assist you through the trial, but... ...it would be a great comfort knowing that my notes had proved useful.
After clearing all Converse options:
Susato:
Well...it's getting rather late. I think you should go to bed now, Naruhodo-san. I must finish packing up my things in my room.
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san, I...
Susato:
I wish you the very best of luck tomorrow! ...Good night.
Ryunosuke:
Wait! There's, there's something I need to say!
Susato:
Haiiiiii-YA!
Ryunosuke:
What, what was that...?
Susato:
A secret technique of mine... The 'Susato Shutdown'.
Ryunosuke:
Shutdown?
Susato:
......... Please...I implore you... If we have to voice our goodbyes... ...I won't be able to hold back my tears.
Ryunosuke:
......... Susato-san...
It truly had been a trying day. On our feet for hours... Getting Gina to open up to us... And learning the truth about that nemesis of a case. Physically and mentally, I was exhausted. And yet the idea of sleep seemed impossible. But I forced myself to close my eyes... ...eventually...my fatigue triumphed, and I fell into a deep sleep.
......................................................
17th April, the Small Hours
St Synner's Hospital, Ward 3
???:
...Yes, I quite understand.
???:
That is a great weight off my mind.
Sholmes:
Rest assured, I shall put everything in place, exactly as we have discussed.
???:
Thank you so much. It has been an honour and a pleasure to be acquainted with you, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
On the contrary. The pleasure has been mine. I bid you farewell...and Godspeed... ...my dear madam.
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
I've investigated thoroughly, but... I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Sholmes:
What precisely was your intention with that, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Just following the natural progression of the deduction! Sometimes the truth hurts!
Sholmes:
Well, the truth is, you do not have a turn for observation or deduction. ...Did that hurt?
Ryunosuke:
Yes... A lot...
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Sholmes:
What spectacularly contrived logic led you to this mindless conclusion?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, um...it's supposed to be a 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular', so...I thought I'd contribute to the show!
Sholmes:
This is my show, Mr Naruhodo. Kindly perform any peculiar experiments on your own stage.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Sorry.
Presenting wrong evidence during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Sholmes:
That 'deduction' was wanting in every way.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I was wanting you to hear it. I'm quite proud of it!
Sholmes:
I find myself wanting never to have heard it. I'm quite pained by it, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Sorry. I'll try again.
Too many errors during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Deduction Failed
I can see nothing.
The Adventure of the Unspeakable Story
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
When I awoke the following morning, Susato-san was already gone. Outside the window, the rain came down in sheets. And so began an even longer day than the last. One that I would remember for the rest of my days...
Examine evidence
Pawnbroker's Ticket (Coat)
Bloody fingermark
Ryunosuke:
It was blood, this stain, like we suspected.
Iris:
That's right! Hurley's wonderful concoction soon proved that!
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't suppose... Gina couldn't have been wearing leather gloves that night, could she?
Iris:
......... Ginny would never wear gloves! She's a pickpocket! She relies on being able to feel with her fingertips!
Ryunosuke:
(I could be wrong, but I think I'm being told off...)
Iris's Story Manuscript
Title
Ryunosuke:
'The Hound of the Baskervilles'...
Iris:
That's right! I used Daddy's notes to write it. I think it's a great story! I don't know why Hurley's forbidden me to publish it.
Ryunosuke:
No, it's strange, isn't it? Perhaps it's a problem with the title? Perhaps Mr Sholmes is a family friend of someone who has that name or something?
Iris:
Hmmm... Well, it doesn't have quite the same ring to it, but I could change it to 'The Hound of the Naruhodos'...
Ryunosuke:
...I'm fairly sure that Mr Sholmes is a friend of someone who has that name, too.
17th April, 9:32 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
Good morning, Gina.
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I'm determined to prove your innocence today. I'm sure we can do it!
Gina:
......... So where's yer friend then?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gina:
Ya know, 'er in the fancy dress. ...Susarto or 'owever you say it. I dunno.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Miss Susato had to leave early in the morning. She was already gone by the time I woke up.
Gina:
......... You alright wiv that, are ya? Forget about me, if ya like. Go and see 'er off.
Ryunosuke:
...It's fine. It's not as though Miss Susato and I won't meet again... one day.
Gina:
E-Even so...
Ryunosuke:
But you, Gina... ...you only get one chance. This trial today is all we have.
Gina:
...!
???:
Good morning, you two!
Iris:
How are you feeling, Ginny? Did you manage to sleep?
Wagahai:
Miaow...
Gina:
Iris! Wot are you doin' 'ere?
Iris:
What do you mean? When a friend is in need, we show our support! Isn't that right, Waggy?
Wagahai:
Miaow...
Iris:
Ah! Waggy!
Ryunosuke:
(...Great way to show your support, kitty.)
Gina:
Let 'im 'ave a nose around. Wot 'arm can it do?
Iris:
Oh, that reminds me. I bought a paper on the way here. Now, would you like the good news or the bad news? What do you say, Runo? Ginny?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, I think I'd rather get the bad news out of the way first.
Gina:
Nah, always take the good news first. Ya might not live to 'ear the bad.
Iris:
Yes...that question always gives away people's personalities.
Ryunosuke:
...Let's not go there.
Iris:
Alright then, I'll give you the bad news first. A record amount of rain has fallen this morning, and carriages all over the capital are struggling to move.
Ryunosuke:
...Huh? (The bad news...was a weather report?)
Iris:
So I hope that Susie made her train to Dover and that the train isn't delayed on its way to the port.
Ryunosuke:
Gosh...yes.
Gina:
Alright then, so wot's the good news?
Iris:
Well! The rain is forcast to subside this afternoon. So even if the train is delayed, it should be able to make up the time later! Well? That is good news, isn't it?
Gina:
I couldn't give a monkey's, really.
Ryunosuke:
(If only all good news cancelled out the bad.)
Iris:
And look! This trial has made the headlines, too! 'Pawnbroker Perishes in Pickpurse Plunder!' See?
Gina:
Tsk, 'ow d'you like that? Well let 'em say wot they want! See if I care!
Ryunosuke:
(...I can't, because you're covering your face.)
Iris:
Don't worry! Runo will soon show everyone that this headline is nonsense.
Ryunosuke:
I will?
Iris:
And then, in tomorrow's papers, the headline will be: 'Discharged Diver is Dauntless Do-Gooder!' ...Isn't that right, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...yes. Let's hope so.
Iris:
Of course they will! I have absolute faith in you! ...How was that? I was trying to sound like Susie. Did it work? Did it?
Ryunosuke:
(...It's like she was still here.)
Today's paper has been entered into the Court Record.
Iris:
Good luck then, Runo. I'll do what I can!
Examine evidence
Today's Paper
Picture of pawnbrokery or Pop Windibank
Iris:
'Pawnbroker Perishes in Pickpurse Plunder!' ...How awful! ...For Ginny, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
But tomorrow's headline will be, 'Discharged Diver is Dauntless Do-Gooder!' ...Right?
Iris:
Yes, something like that... If possible, I'd like to go even bigger.
Ryunosuke:
(Bigger? How?)
Iris:
'Proud Pickpocket Protects Planet Post-Trial!'...perhaps?
Ryunosuke:
'Protects planet'?
Iris:
Ooh, I can't wait for tomorrow now! It's going to be so great!
Picture on back
Iris:
There's a sensational story lower down the front page as well, look. 'Ministry Mole? Classified Secrets May Have Been Leaked Overseas From Ministry of Justice'
Ryunosuke:
(For a ten-year-old... ...Iris certainly has her finger on the pulse of world news.)
Iris:
It's about secret communications between Great Britain and its allies. Apparently they're being intercepted by hostile nations.
Ryunosuke:
Communications are being intercepted? But how would somebody be doing that?
Iris:
That's the question, isn't it? I've come up with three different possible methods so far. ...Are you looking for a new career, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
No! Of course not! I wonder... Perhaps this is what Lord Stronghart was talking about yesterday.
Iris:
Yes, it could be. And it could explain why he has Gregsy running from pillar to post at the moment.
The details of today's paper have been updated in the Court Record.
Picture on back (subsequent times)
Iris:
There's a sensational story lower down the front page as well, look. 'Ministry Mole? Classified Secrets May Have Been Leaked Overseas From Ministry of Justice'
Ryunosuke:
(For a ten-year-old... ...Iris certainly has her finger on the pulse of world news.)
Iris:
It's about secret communications between Great Britain and its allies. Apparently they're being intercepted by hostile nations.
Ryunosuke:
Communications are being intercepted? But how would somebody be doing that?
Iris:
That's the question, isn't it? I've come up with three different possible methods so far. ...Are you looking for a new career, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
No! Of course not! I wonder... Perhaps this is what Lord Stronghart was talking about yesterday.
Iris:
Yes, it could be. And it could explain why he has Gregsy running from pillar to post at the moment.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Iris:
Obviously, I don't know the law like Susie does, but still... ...I'll be by your side the whole time, giving you moral support and encouragement.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure that big thing is as comforting as you think it is, to be honest, but... ...thank you, Iris. That's very kind of you.
Gina:
Oh yeah, Iris...
Iris:
Yes, Ginny?
Gina:
Well... ...I was wonderin', is all. About Sholmes. Did they fix 'im up alright?
Iris:
Yes...the operation was a great success. But...Hurley still hasn't come around yet.
Gina:
Eh?
Iris:
I've asked a friend of mine at Scotland Yard... ...to send a telegram as soon as he wakes up.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm sure Gregson will let us know the moment there's news.)
Gina:
Oh...right...
Ryunosuke:
(No Susato-san, and no Mr Sholmes... It's all down to me today...to prove that Gina is innocent  of this crime!)
Bailiff:
Miss Gina Lestrade! Counsel for the Defence! The trial is about to begin! Please make your way into the courtroom!
Iris:
It's time, then.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Let's go, Gina. Iris.
Iris:
Lead the way, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
Poor Gina... She's trying to put on a brave face, but I can tell she's worried and scared. I have to believe in her from start to finish. That's the weapon that will secure our victory here. If I learnt anything from my great friend...it's that.
17th April, 10:00 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session. This trial shall determine the guilt or innocence of Miss Gina Lestrade. I now call upon the counsels for the prosecution and defence to declare their willingness to proceed.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution is ready.
Ryunosuke:
The defence...is ready.
Judge:
Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
...My Lord?
Judge:
Remind me, how many years ago was it that you withdrew from the public prosecution service?
Van Zieks:
......... It was some five years ago, My Lord.
Judge:
Yes, and then two months ago you resurfaced somewhat unexpectedly. And here you are again today. Are there some circumstances of which the court should be aware that have led to this...erratic behaviour?
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
In what one might describe as your former life five years past... ...you dealt exclusively in matters concerned with the highest echelons of society and government.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Really...?)
Judge:
Yet today you choose to try a simple case of burglary and murder. I confess I find it more than a little befuddling, Counsel.
Van Zieks:
......... There are two types of person I cannot abide. Firstly, those wealthy scoundrels who hide behind a mask of philanthropy to cheat the public at large...
Iris:
He means Mr McGilded, who you defended against the Reaper two months ago.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, I'd just about managed to work that out. Thank you. (Magnus McGilded... If I'd known what a monster he was, I never would have defended him.)
Van Zieks:
...And secondly - even more loathsome... ...those wily scoundrels who masquerade as allies only to effect total betrayal in the final hour. In other words, the confidence tricksters from those tiny islands in the Far East...the Nipponese!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?! (Did he really just say that?!)
Iris:
He means you now, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
...I actually managed to work that out, too. Thank you, Iris. 'Total betrayal'? What are you talking about?
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(That torrid look of hatred in Lord van Zieks's eyes... Was that directed solely at me? Or was he talking about all Japanese people?)
Judge:
......... An alarmingly scathing explanation, Lord van Zieks. Still, the judiciary welcomes the return of the so-called 'Reaper of the Bailey', feared by all London's malefactors.
Van Zieks:
...Your Lordship is too kind.
Judge:
Now, jurors... The six of you have been selected at random to represent the will of the people in this trial. Are you ready to hear the evidence placed before you, and determine the guilt or innocence of the defendant?
Juror No. 1:
Former lieutenant in the British Army here, don't you know. Chaps like me were born ready!
Juror No. 2:
Clean crockery, clean cutlery and a clean conscience. His Lordship's motto is very appropriate here, I think.
Juror No. 3:
Everything will be stereoscopic in the future! Absolutely, absolutely everything! And I'm ready for it!
Juror No. 4:
I don't understand it. I can't have left it in there. It's not possible. ...But could I have?
Juror No. 5:
Women indispensable in society. Stop. Female-centric future awaits. Stop.
Juror No. 6:
'Good day. I am wisiting London for sightseeing. I would like to take bus to Crystal Tower, please.'
Ryunosuke:
.........
Iris:
Is something wrong, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...not exactly. It's just... ...I'm fairly sure I recognise these jurors. Almost all of them, in fact...
Iris:
Reeeally? Funny coincidences like that do happen from time to time, don't they? But it is quite strange. The jurors are chosen at random from London's six million inhabitants, you know.
Ryunosuke:
...So I've been led to believe. (But something tells me I'm being duped.)
Judge:
Very well. Now, Lord van Zieks... ...the court calls upon the prosecution to introduce the facts of the case.
Van Zieks:
As you wish, My Lord. Allow me to begin with a word of warning to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury. In short... ...there has never been a more self-evident case of cold-blooded murder.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Van Zieks:
The victim, Mr Pop Windibank, proprietor of a pawn shop on Baker Street, was shot from behind and died instantly. The prosecution presents this photographic print of the crime scene. As the court will observe, there is a single bullet wound just below the gentleman's left shoulder. The evidence suggests that the bullet pierced the man's heart resulting in near instant death. Moving on to the findings of Scotland Yard's coroner... His report states that the bullet entered the body on a rising diagonal trajectory.
Ryunosuke:
And...what's that supposed to tell us?
Van Zieks:
It means...the victim was likely shot by someone significantly shorter in height than himself. Someone...like the accused, you might say.
Juror No. 2:
Oh!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution wishes to present the autopsy report and crime scene photograph as evidence, My Lord.
Judge:
Indeed. The court accepts. Hand them to the bailiff, please.
The autopsy report has been entered into the Court Record.
The crime scene photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
I now ask the court to turn its attention to this plan of the establishment where the incident occurred. The proprietor, was found in the storeroom where he kept articles pawned to him. A windowless room with a single point of entry - a door to the main shop that was found locked. In this 'sealed chamber' there were only two persons present: The victim, Mr Windibank...and the accused.
Gina:
.........
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Van Zieks:
It may further interest the court to know that when the accused was discovered at the scene... ...she had in her hand the gun used to fire the fatal bullet!
...Well, that's that then, isn't it? Nothing more to say.
...Isn't that grubby little girl a pickpocket anyway?
...She's one of those filthy drabs that live in the slums in the East End.
Oh well, it was only a matter of time before she got blood on her hands, then......What are the jurors waiting for? The girl's guilty as hell!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
We can't jump to conclusions here! We mustn't assume her guilt because of what she has to do to survive!
Van Zieks:
...My learned Nipponese...friend. It is you who mustn't jump to conclusions. The prosecution has barely begun presenting its case.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Conveniently, this appalling act of murder... ...did not go unobserved. There were witnesses.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Van Zieks:
After their testimony, this girl's true nature will be exposed. Pitiful pickpurse...or cold-hearted killer? Here's to establishing the truth.
Gina:
.........
Judge:
Hmmm... The court will take the floor plan and firearm into evidence. Hand them to the bailiff, please, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
...At once, My Lord.
The crime scene floor plan has been entered into the Court Record.
Windibank's revolver has been entered into the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Windibank's Gun
Bullet cylinder
Ryunosuke:
This is Mr Windibank's gun. The cylinder is completely empty.
Iris:
Mr Windibank always used to keep this gun to hand on his shop counter.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but only ever with a single bullet loaded, I understand.
Iris:
That's right. To keep all the pawned articles that were in his care safe.
Ryunosuke:
(But his one bullet was fired that night, and the poor man lost his life. Was he protecting his shop, I wonder? Trying to keep the articles safe?)
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(This isn't good.)
Iris:
I feel like the mood in here has turned very gloomy all of a sudden, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
I think...that's because it has.
Van Zieks:
Let us begin! Bring forth the witnesses to the foul murder of Mr Pop Windibank on 16th April of this year!
Van Zieks:
Witnesses, state your names and occupations for the court.
Nash:
Name's Nash Skulkin! Occupation is, erm...baddie. Profeshnal baddie.
Ringo:
Name's Ringo Skulkin! Occupation's, um...same as 'im.
Gregson:
...Tobias Gregson. Scotland Yard inspector.
Nash:
That's right. We're wot they call...
...the Three Skulkin Bruvvers!.........
Gregson:
What are you lookin' at me like that for?! Don't lump me in with you lot!
Nash:
Cor blimey, that's cold! Don'tcha know wot we're goin' fru?
Ringo:
It's our older bruv! Lost contact wiv 'im, we 'ave! So we're scourin' every shady corner o' the capital!
Nash:
And then last night, we come across you! The very spit o' the bloke. Ain't that right, Ringo?
Ringo:
'E is, Nash, 'e is! The very spit of 'im!
Nash:
So we decided there an' then wot we woz gonna do. We woz gonna call ya...
Ringo:
...Big Bruv Sulky!
Gregson:
Come on, leave it out, you two!
Ryunosuke:
(...Sulky Skulkin? And that's before he's run out of chips...)
Judge:
Well then...Inspector Sulky Gregson...
Gregson:
Beggin' your pardon, My Lord, but the name's Tobias.
Judge:
What I would like to know, Inspector, is what you are doing in the witness stand.
Van Zieks:
The Skulkin Brothers are currently under arrest, My Lord, on suspicion of theft.
Judge:
Hmph. Thieves, are they, these three?
Gregson:
No, My Lord. Beggin' your pardon, but please don't lump me in with this lot.
Van Zieks:
Two nights ago, these two brothers illegally entered an establishment with intent to burgle. And in the course of their nefarious activities, they became embroiled in a far more sinister crime.
Judge:
By Jove, you mean to say...? What an extraordinary coincidence!
Van Zieks:
...Indeed, My Lord. While attempting to burglarise the pawnbrokery, they witnessed its proprietor's murder.
Judge:
Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar!
Van Zieks:
The various trespasses of these brothers is not the subject of today's proceedings... ...though they will naturally face trial in the very near future.
Gregson:
With Your Lordship's permission, I'd like to remain in the stand to keep these gents on the straight and narrow.
Judge:
Of course, Inspector. Sceptical as I am about the calibre of these witnesses, I will permit them to take the stand.
Van Zieks:
Mr and Mr Skulkin...you will now testify before the court. Describe the events of the night in question, and what exactly you saw.
'Appy to! ...Cos a Skulkin's never skulkin'!
Gregson:
...Get out of it!
Witness Testimony
- Illegal Entry -
Nash:
We woz walkin' down Baker Street in the small hours, an' the gaff's door was ajar, see?
Ringo:
It woz like some kinda sign. Beggin' for us to go in, it woz!
Nash:
But once we got inside, cor blimey lummy! We 'eard a gunshot from the back room!
Ringo:
We went to see wot woz wot, but the door was locked from the inside.
Nash:
We never done nuffin', guvnor! We never took nuffin'! We just left after that, nice an' quiet.
Judge:
Hmmm... A terrible coincidence, it would seem. At the precise moment these miscreants entered the property, an even more sinister crime was afoot.
Van Zieks:
The witnesses' testimony is consistent with the crime scene in every detail. The door providing access to the storeroom from the main shop was indeed locked from the inside. And within, only the victim and the accused were found.
Judge:
Hmmm... I must say, it does appear to be an overwhelmingly simple case. Still, the defence may cross-examine the witnesses now, of course. Counsel, if you please...
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Ah...erm...yes!
Iris:
What's the matter, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, I... ...I was just stunned into silence for a minute by the blatant lies being told by that pair in the stand. (I know that it's all nonsense. Because I saw it with my own eyes! I'll just have to expose their testimony for the pack of lies it is!)
Cross-Examination
- Illegal Entry -
Nash:
We woz walkin' down Baker Street in the small hours, an' the gaff's door was ajar, see?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The front door of Windibank's was ajar, you say? What time of night was this?
Nash:
Must've been about one. ...Right, Ringo?
Ringo:
Yeah, I'd say so. ...Right, Sulky?
Gregson:
How would I know? The place would've been shut at one in the mornin'. Just like every other shop in town.
Nash:
Well it woz pitch-black inside, it's true. ...Ain't that right, Ringo?
Ringo:
I'm not so sure, Nash. I seem to remember a little light burnin' inside. Wot about you, Sulky, me old mucker?
Gregson:
...Leave me alone.
Ryunosuke:
(There definitely was a small lamp burning inside. That's what alerted us to the situation in the first place.)
Van Zieks:
And when these gentlemen ventured into the open establishment... ...the accused, Miss Gina Lestrade, already had the muzzle of her gun trained on the unfortunate victim.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That is pure conjecture!
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
Hah, perhaps. But it changes nothing. These brothers inadvertently wandered into the middle of a cold-blooded murder... ...simply because they found the door of the victim's establishment open and ventured inside.
Nash:
Right! That's wot 'appened!
Ringo:
It woz like some kinda sign. Beggin' for us to go in, it woz!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What are you trying to suggest? That you had to go in?
Nash:
Well, God moves in mysterious ways, they say, dun't they, Ringo?
Ringo:
They do, Nash, they do. Must've been some sort o' providence, I reckon.
Ryunosuke:
...God's will often presents itself as the whim of thieves, does it?
Nash:
It weren't no whim. I'm dead sure o' that.
Ringo:
It weren't, Nash, it weren't. Like we said at the time...
Nash:
...Ya don't just find doors open in the middle o' the night like that. Nah, there's no two ways about it...
Ringo:
...It woz a sign that our long-lost bruvver was inside!
Iris:
They're not very good liars, are they?
Ringo:
Well...ya can't deny it. It led us to a bloke wot looks just like our bruv!
Gregson:
...I said, cut it out.
Ryunosuke:
(Those chips are getting a chomping today...)
Nash:
But once we got inside, cor blimey lummy! We 'eard a gunshot from the back room!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A gunshot, you say. Just the one. Are you sure about that?
Nash:
Yup, just the one, guvnor. I can swear to that.
Ringo:
It woz, Nash, it woz. ...Ain't that right, Bruv?
Gregson:
...The firearm used belonged to the victim himself.
Iris:
Yes, Mr Windibank always used to leave his gun lying around on the counter.
Ryunosuke:
Right. I remember.
Gregson:
When we examined it, we found the revolver was completely out of rounds.
Iris:
That makes sense. Mr Windibank always used to say he only ever kept a single bullet loaded.
Ryunosuke:
(That's true. I remember him saying that as well.)
Judge:
So we can say with considerable certainty... ...that only a single round was discharged from the firearm used as the murder weapon.
Gregson:
Yes, My Lord. We can.
Van Zieks:
And I should remind the court... ...that the firearm in question was discovered in the hand of the accused.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
(...Wonderful.)
Ringo:
We went to see wot woz wot, but the door was locked from the inside.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Do you mean the door between the main shop and the storeroom?
Van Zieks:
If my learned friend is having difficulty grasping the situation, perhaps a drawing would help. Excluding the shop's entrance from the street, there is only one other door. That of the storeroom.
Nash:
'Course there woz only a little oil lamp burnin'. Not much to see by.
Ringo:
An' the door woz 'idden be'ind a curtain an' all.
Ryunosuke:
(That's right. When we arrived, the door was mostly obscured by the curtain.) Tell me... ...why exactly did you try to open that door?
Ringo:
Eh?
Ryunosuke:
Any normal petty thief would run at the sound of a gunshot, I should think.
Nash:
Oh, well, erm...your turn to rabbit, Ringo.
Ringo:
Well, Nash, erm...yeah... ...I s'pose...you'd 'ave to say we ain't 'normal', eh?
Van Zieks:
Broadly speaking, humans respond in one of two ways on hearing a gunshot or scream: The timid flee, gripped by fear, while the courageous investigate to see if they might help. These gentlemen are of the latter inclination. My learned Nipponese friend, it would seem, is of the former.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright... Somehow I just proved that I was a coward that night...)
Judge:
Thank you, Counsels... So, I believe we all understand that the door was locked and could not be opened. Proceed, witnesses...
Nash:
We never done nuffin', guvnor! We never took nuffin'! We just left after that, nice an' quiet.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"You didn't do or take anything..."
Iris:
What do you think about this pair, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
I think they're lying through their teeth, that's what I think. And I'm going to prove it!
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Iris?
Iris:
Weeell...I'm not really sure. There's just something a bit funny...about that prosecutor over there.
Ryunosuke:
Hm? (Wait, could this... ...could this testimony be some sort of a trap?)
Ryunosuke:
You didn't do or take anything... Is that your story?
Nash:
Well it was bedlam soon as, weren't it?
Ringo:
It woz, Nash, it woz. Didn't even 'ave time to pull me dukes out me Lucy Lockets.
Ryunosuke:
So with no time to take your hands out of your pockets, you just left, nice and quietly, you say?
Nash:
That's right, guvnor. Nuffin' we 'ate more than violence. Peace-lovin' nibblers, we are, not bludgers.
Ringo:
We are, Nash, we are. Never even pulled me dukes out me Lucy Lockets.
Ryunosuke:
...So, you'd clearly like us to believe...
Nash:
Eh? Come again...?
Ryunosuke:
As you fled from the pawnbroker's that night... ...did you not run into anyone else?
Nash:
Um...
Ryunosuke:
And...did you not fire a gun at that person?!
Ringo:
Erm...
Judge:
Saints alive! They fired a gun, you say?
Nash:
AAAAAAGH!!! Blimey, guvnor!
Ringo:
You ain't tellin' us it woz you in the doorway?!
Ryunosuke:
It was.
Ringo:
......... Why the bleedin' Nora...
Nash:
...Didn't ya mention that before?!
Ryunosuke:
You were armed with a gun. And as you fled the scene, you fired that gun... ...at London's greatest detective, Herlock Sholmes!
They shot the great Mr Sholmes?
I did hear that, actually. There was a rumour he'd been rushed to hospital....The great Sholmes? That's beyond the pale!
Van Zieks:
On the night in question... ...this pair were arrested by the police within minutes of the discovery of the crime scene. ...Their suspicious countenance rapidly gave them away.
Ringo:
Hehe...
Van Zieks:
And when searched... ...a firearm was indeed found in their possession.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Van Zieks:
Furthermore, the barrel shows signs of a shot having been fired from it.
Juror No. 3:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution invites His Lordship to examine the firearm recovered from these brothers.
Judge:
Yes, indeed... Remnants of powder around the muzzle, as you say, Counsel.
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Judge:
The court will hold this weapon as evidence.
The Skulkin brothers' gun has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
Now, my learned Nipponese friend...
Examine evidence
Skulkin Brothers' Gun
Bullet cylinder
Ryunosuke:
So, there's ammunition still loaded in five of this revolver's six cylinders.
Iris:
Yes, which tell us that only a single shot has been fired from it.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly.
Iris:
The bullet that hit Hurley in fact, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes... It happened almost as soon as we'd walked in through Windibank's door.
Iris:
......... I'll make those brothers pay.
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes?
Van Zieks:
Here's to you successfully presenting the evidence.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
For yes, there are the telltale signs of spent powder on this gun, and a single bullet missing from the cylinder... ...but the prosecution demands evidence that it was fired at the scene of the crime under scrutiny in this trial!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I don't need evidence! Because I was there!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...However, the rest of us in this courtroom were not.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
If the defence fails to provide evidence in support of its rash claim... ...we shall have no choice but to toast your incompetence...and move on.
Ryunosuke:
(Evidence that these two fired that gun before they left Windibank's that night...)
Judge:
The court demands that all claims are affirmed with clear proof. What evidence shows that these witnesses unloaded a firearm in the pawnbroker's shop that night?
Present Blood Samples Portfolio
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The evidence...is in this portfolio!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The evidence...is this!
Judge:
...You perplex me, Counsel, by looking so pleased with yourself despite this quite displeasing answer.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Van Zieks:
My learned friend has a knack for it, My Lord. It seems presenting nothing as though it were something is a favourite trick of the Nipponese conjurer.
Ryunosuke:
AAARGH!
Iris:
Well...I think it takes a certain genius to give such a completely wrong answer, personally.
Ryunosuke:
The kind of genius I could really do without. (Time to think again...)
Leads back to:
"The court demands that all claims are affirmed with clear proof."
Ryunosuke:
The evidence...is in this portfolio!
Judge:
What, what on earth have you there, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
During the course of our investigations, we discovered a number of bloodstains.
Van Zieks:
...Not trusting the police to do the job they're trained to do? How arrogantly Nipponese of you.
Ryunosuke:
W-Well anyway... ...we analysed all the blood samples we found and recorded the results in this portfolio.
Judge:
And you claim to have the evidence the court is demanding therein?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord.
Judge:
No more dallying then, Counsel. Present the pertinent evidence at once! What do you have in your portfolio that proves these witnesses unloaded a firearm at the scene?
Present Windibank's Main Shop sample
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What is that? Explain!"
Present any other sample
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
THIS is the blood sample that proves it!
Judge:
...You perplex me, Counsel, by looking so pleased with yourself despite this quite displeasing answer.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Van Zieks:
You would do well to take your irrelevant specimens of blood and go back to whence you came. And I'll see to it that you go down in this court's history as an equally irrelevant specimen.
Ryunosuke:
AAARGH!
Iris:
Well...I think it takes a certain genius to give such a completely wrong answer, personally.
Ryunosuke:
The kind of genius I could really do without. (Time to think again...)
Leads back to:
"No more dallying then, Counsel."
Judge:
What is that? Explain!
Ryunosuke:
It's a photographic print taken at Windibank's pawnbrokery on the day of the incident.
Judge:
From the scene of the crime, is it? Is, is that... ...a bullet hole? And if my eyes do not deceive me, it appears the bullet is still lodged there.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, as Your Lordship noticed... ...the bullet pierced Mr Windibank's calendar. The date shown being the 16th of April - the very day of the pawnbroker's death.
Judge:
The incident occurred at one hour after midnight. But this indicates that a separate shot had been fired sometime after the calendar had been set to the 16th!
Ryunosuke:
That's right. And while it isn't irrefutable, the defence believes... ...this is credible evidence that the witnesses did fire a round from their gun in the pawnbroker's that night!
Nash:
NAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! ...How does the prosecution stand, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
......... If that is the direction my learned friend wishes to take, the prosecution has no objection.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
But you'll forgive me for flinging my hallowed chalice aside in disgust at the repugnancy it exposes. Yes. On the night in question, these brothers entered the pawnbrokery illegally... ...and like the bold 'baddies' they claim to be, opened fire on the new arrivals before fleeing back onto the street!
Nash:
EEEEEEH?! Take it easy there, guvnor! Yer gonna land us in the soup!
Ringo:
We 'ad a deal! You weren't gonna get into them...details. Tell 'im, Sulky! Set the bloke straight!
Gregson:
...I have nothin' to add.
Ryunosuke:
(So he knew, did he? Van Zieks knew their testimony would almost certainly expose the extent of their crimes.)
Van Zieks:
It would seem now... ...that I owe my learned Nipponese friend a word of gratitude. 
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Van Zieks:
What I mean...is that you have helpfully confirmed an important fact. 
Judge:
To what fact do you refer, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
As has been established, at the point of their arrest, a single shot had been fired from the brothers' gun. However, if that shot found its target in Mr Sholmes... ...then clearly these witnesses cannot be accused of the fatal shooting of the proprietor and victim.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
In other words...these two men... ...have no material connection to the murder of Mr Windibank at all!
Ryunosuke:
...! (So that's it...)
Nash:
That's it! We didn't 'ave nuffin' to do wiv it!
Ringo:
We didn't, Nash, we didn't! That's wot I reckon!
Van Zieks:
Your crimes include unlawful entry, intent to steal, perjury and - let us not forget - attempted murder.
Gregson:
Quite a catalogue, eh, fellas?
Nash:
Ah...
Ringo:
We're in for it now, bruv...
Van Zieks:
Now then... ...let us take a moment to consider the aforementioned 'great detective', Mr Herlock Sholmes. It would seem the man patronised the pawnbroker's in question somewhat regularly.
Ryunosuke:
(Where's he going with this?)
Van Zieks:
Mr Sholmes appears to take pleasure in tinkering with eccentric machinery.
Iris:
'Eccentric'? Says who?!
Ryunosuke:
...Not me. Don't give me that look!
Van Zieks:
He installed a pair of machines like this one in the victim's shop.
Iris:
Oh! That's one of Hurley's 'Red-Handed Recorders'!
Judge:
What is that, Counsel? It has the appearance of a photographic contraption.
Van Zieks:
As Your Lordship has surmised, it is indeed a camera attached to a small timing device.
Ryunosuke:
Every half an hour, it automatically photographs the interior of the establishment. The idea being that if a thief were to break in to the shop, he would be caught red-handed.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
The prosecution has obtained the photographs taken by the device on the night in question. As the court will observe, copious identical prints are produced in a quite desultory fashion.
Judge:
Hmph, rather prodigal, I feel.
Van Zieks:
In fact there are two such devices in the victim's shop, My Lord. If I may refer the court to the plan of the premises, their respective positions are here...and here.
Judge:
You say these cameras produce a print every half hour. I'm afraid I fail to see... ...how that would help if the anticipated thief conducted his activities in one of the many thirty-minute intervals.
Van Zieks:
One can only pray that the would-be criminal lingers, My Lord.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
On the night in question, the witnesses currently in the stand were not caught on camera.
Nash:
Hehe, that's a bit o' Friar Tuck, eh, bruv?
Ringo:
Lady Luck luvs a Skulkin!
Judge:
Witnesses, at what time did your trespassing begin?
Nash:
Eh? ...Must've been just after one. ...Right, bruv?
Ringo:
Must've been, Nash, must've been. Yeah, just gone one.
Van Zieks:
In which case, minutes before these brothers entered the establishment... ...what scene might we expect to see within the shop? Let us examine the evidence...
Judge:
Good Lord! It's...it's the defendant! Miss Gina Lestrade!
Van Zieks:
As the court can clearly see... ...the accused is pictured, gun in hand, facing the victim over the shop counter. No doubt coercing the proprietor to open the door to his storeroom.
Judge:
Quite! One can only too easily imagine the events that unfolded. The court will take this photographic print as evidence, if you please, Counsel.
The photograph of Gina has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Iris:
I, I don't believe it! Ginny...
Van Zieks:
In short... ...the accused is the only person who could possibly have killed Mr Windibank.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
???:
I say, My Lord...
Juror No. 1:
Wonder if I might put in a word at this point.
Judge:
Go ahead, Mr Foreman.
Juror No. 1:
Took a bally bullet to the knee in the Battle of Maiwand, 1880, don't you know. Decorated for it and all that, but forced to retire from service, sadly. 'Course, a medal can never outshine the exploits of chaps like us on the battlefield.
Judge:
Yes, Mr Foreman, and...? What exactly is your point?
Juror No. 1:
Carried on the battle after retirement, you see. The battle of daily life, if you like. And here I am now, leading this small squadron. Six men, all good and true. And we'll all go down together, you mark my words! One for all...and all for one!
Van Zieks:
...The ladies and gentlemen of the jury have reached agreement, have they? Is that what we are to understand?
Judge:
Well, Mr Foreman? Is that correct?
Juror No. 1:
......... In a manner of speaking...yes. That is the Garrideb Squadron's position, sir!
Ryunosuke:
What?! No! It's too soon to make a judgement here!
Juror No. 1:
Status report for the court, men! On the double!
Juror No. 2:
His Lordship insists on promptitude at all times. And that goes for making decisions, too.
Juror No. 3:
I think you'll find the truth is as clear as day now! I could reach out and touch it!
Juror No. 4:
I wouldn't have left it in there. I just wouldn't. But in all honesty, I can't actually remember...
Juror No. 5:
Situation clear. Stop. No room for doubt. Stop. Truth now undeniable. Stop.
Juror No. 6:
I am wery sorry for brothers. They are unlucky.
Judge:
Very well... ...I now call upon each member of the jury to state his or her leaning in this matter. Announce your considered verdicts to the court!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
It does indeed appear that the jury is unanimous in its leaning already.
Ryunosuke:
(That photograph... It must be the definitive evidence that Gregson mentioned!)
Iris:
But Ginny didn't shoot him!
Ryunosuke:
No, of course not! My Lord! The defence wishes to assert its right to a summation examination!
Judge:
Very well. The court grants permission.
Van Zieks:
So...you refuse to admit defeat again. How...unsurprising.
Judge:
We shall proceed immediately with the summation examination. Mr Foreman, are all members of the jury ready?
Juror No. 1:
Abso-bally-lutely, sir! Always ready for action, my chaps!
Judge:
...Very good. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...you will each explain on what grounds you have determined the defendant to be guilty!
Judicial Findings
- The Jurors' Contentions -
Juror No. 1:
All the evidence clearly points the finger of guilt at this young pickpocketienne.
Juror No. 2:
As a housemaid, I should like to see all filthy eyesores promptly and rigorously eliminated.
Juror No. 3:
I think you'll find that if you look at that photograph in stereo, the truth will just pop out.
Juror No. 4:
If I have left it in there, I should think there'll be repercussions by now...
Juror No. 5:
Mind made up. Stop. Global radio transmission of verdict to follow. Stop.
Juror No. 6:
In motherland we say never judge by clothes, judge by head. I am conwinced brothers are innocent.
Judge:
Hmmm... The circumstance of the crime and the evidence do indeed implicate the defendant rather comprehensively.
Van Zieks:
The storeroom, locked from the inside, in which the victim and the accused were discovered alone. And in the accused's hand, the fatal revolver, the firing of which was heard by these witnesses.
Juror No. 1:
Not to mention this print! Take it from a chap whose [sic] seen action on the battlefield: That young girl's on the verge of pulling the bally trigger!
Ryunosuke:
(...Thanks a lot, Mr Sholmes.)
Iris:
Oh dear... Hurley's cameras were supposed to help, not hinder.
Judge:
I'm afraid I think you have an uphill struggle ahead of you.
Ryunosuke:
(But Gina didn't shoot Mr Windibank. Which means there's more to this situation that we've yet to see.)
Iris:
Agreed!
Judge:
You have the floor, Counsel. Proceed with the summation examination!
Jury Examination
- The Defence's Rebuttal -
Juror No. 1:
All the evidence clearly points the finger of guilt at this young pickpocketienne.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You're Mr Natsume's landlord, Mr Garrideb...aren't you? We really must stop meeting like this.
Juror No. 1:
......... Ah, you're that lawyer chap. Well, there's a turn-up for the books! Yes, rather a turbulent time we had back then.
Ryunosuke:
Some extraordinary events took place at your house, that's for sure. Luckily Mr Sholmes and I were able to get to the bottom of it all.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Ryunosuke:
I think we did rather a lot for you, didn't we?
Juror No. 1:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I mean, obviously... ...I wouldn't be suggesting that therefore you should change your leaning to not guilty or anything!
Juror No. 1:
......... Hmph. Can't be denied, I suppose. The 'curse of the Garrideb house' was the talk of the town after that business. Lodgers moved out, and I couldn't get a bally soul to take up the tenancies.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Juror No. 1:
Haven't had the heart to break the news to Joanie yet. Bad enough that the old girl's clapped up. Yes, can't be denied...you did do rather a lot. But not for us, that's for dashed certain.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose not...
Juror No. 1:
'Course... ...there can be no suggestion of that being the reason I'm leaning towards guilty here, obviously.
Ryunosuke:
(...Obviously. But honestly... ...I really wish he'd pay more attention to the trial, and less to juror number two.)
Juror No. 2:
As a housemaid, I should like to see all filthy eyesores promptly and rigorously eliminated.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
...Polishing the bench, I see...again.
Juror No. 2:
A maid's work is never done. Not a blemish must remain.
Ryunosuke:
Um, what exactly do you mean by 'filthy eyesores'?
Juror No. 2:
On my way to market for His Lordship, I have to pass through the East End. The place is full of beggars, pickpurses and crossmen. The scum of the earth!
Ryunosuke:
...A little harsh, perhaps.
Juror No. 2:
Let me be plain... If it were up to me, all those back slums would be made spick and span or eradicated. At least we have people like the great detective working to achieve these important goals.
Ryunosuke:
You're referring to Mr Herlock Sholmes?
Juror No. 2:
That's right. I like to keep abreast of his exploits by reading Randst Magazine in between my duties. He does wonders, cleaning up London's streets. In my opinion, he should be declared an honorary maid of the capital.
Ryunosuke:
...Mr Sholmes? ...A maid?
Juror No. 2:
It's really quite unforgivable... Gutter scum having the audacity to shoot our very greatest detective!
Ryunosuke:
......... Minor detail: It was the two brothers in the stand who shot Mr Sholmes, not the defendant.
Juror No. 2:
A minor detail indeed. They're all gutter scum as far as I'm concerned!
Ryunosuke:
Weeell...it just might be an idea to get our facts straight anyway...
Juror No. 2:
...Yes, alright. I shall amend my statement.
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to "Those brothers are the scum of the earth! They should swing for shooting the great detective!"
Juror No. 2:
Those brothers are the scum of the earth! They should swing for shooting the great detective!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I agree with you. The shooting of Mr Sholmes was an unforgivable act. But the purpose of this trial is to determine who shot the pawnbroker, Mr Windibank.
Juror No. 2:
...I'm afraid you're splitting hairs, sir.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Juror No. 2:
Whether it was the thieves or the pickpurse... ...it was still gutter trash that shot the pawnbroker in the end. Filth that should be cleaned up and eradicated...in my considered opinion.
Ryunosuke:
(Thanks so much for sharing. ...Changing this maid's mind isn't going to be easy.)
Iris:
Runo... ...it was one of those two brothers that shot Hurley, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Without question.
Iris:
Well then I'll never forgive them!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, Iris...
Iris:
Perhaps we can use this maid's statement to help us somehow, do you think?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, maybe. Let's listen carefully to what each juror has to say first...
Pit against Juror No. 6's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good Lord! Counsel, explain yourself!
Juror No.2:
Oh my! My statement? Contradictory?
Juror No. 6:
Contradict... C-o-n...
Ryunosuke:
Juror number six, you've got the wrong end of the stick.
Juror No. 6:
...I do not have stick. I have mouse.
Ryunosuke:
As juror number two said earlier... ...when the Skulkin brothers fled the scene on the night in question, they fired a shot from their revolver.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, they shot poor Mr Sholmes in the abdomen, I understand!
Ryunosuke:
...Surely you're not going to tell the court now that you didn't hear?
Juror No. 6:
......... Abdomen... Abdomen... A-b-d...
Ryunosuke:
...Sir?
Juror No. 6:
Sorry, sorry. My English is still learning.
Ryunosuke:
...You ARE telling the court you didn't hear?
Juror No. 6:
......... Forgive me. I did not hear.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Juror No. 6:
...Ah! Here is word! 'Abdomen: Part of person's body containing stomach and other wital organs'. If this is what you mean, you should say in plain English. I am Russian, not native speaker.
Ryunosuke:
(...Who thought it was a good idea to let this man be on the jury again?!)
Juror No. 6:
So... ...you are telling me these brothers who look like criminals were lying? They said before, 'We never done nothing,' but truth is, they shot detective. ...Da. This is double negative.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! That's exactly right!
Juror No. 6:
Lying is wrong! Especially when lie is said by person who looks like criminal!
Ryunosuke:
...Coming from you, that seems...surprisingly prejudiced.
Juror No. 6:
This means... ...when they said, 'We never took nothing,' maybe it was also big, fat lie! Is this true?!
Ryunosuke:
Well...according to the police report, no stolen goods were found, so...
Juror No. 6:
Enough! I trust no one now!
Ryunosuke:
...It's...not the mouse's fault though, sir.
Juror No. 6:
I must see with own eyes! I must investigate crime scene myself!
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid that won't be poss-
Iris:
Yes it is, Runo! Easily!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
With the prints from Hurley's Red-Handed Recorder!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Iris:
If you compare the print that pictures Ginny, and the next print from half an hour later... ...you'll be able to see straight away if anything was taken or not. Cooey! Mr Prosecutor!
Van Zieks:
Tut-tut... Calling on the prosecution in the middle of a summation examination of all times... The print showing the accused threatening the victim after she broke into the shop...is this one. Following this, the victim and the accused moved into the storeroom. Meanwhile, the Skulkin brothers entered the shop and summarily heard the fatal gunshot ring out. Sadly, none of these events were captured on film. This is the print produced by the camera half an hour later, after the brothers' flight.
Iris:
So this was taken after Hurley was shot, then. As far as I can tell... ...nothing has been taken.
Ryunosuke:
(That does seem to be the case. I can't notice anything that's obviously missing in the second print.)
Juror No. 6:
So, the brothers who look like criminals told only one lie. They shot man, but they stole nothing.
Ryunosuke:
It would seem so, yes.
Juror No. 6:
Good.
Ryunosuke:
No, not good.
Juror No. 6:
You were right, I did not understood situation. Now I know brothers have lied, I think it is wery important to continue with trial.
Iris:
Yay! Well done, Runo! The balance is shifting!
Ryunosuke:
Well...it's a start, I suppose. But there must be more in what these jurors are saying that I can use to expose the truth. And if I can do that, we just might turn the situation to our favour still!
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. Continue with the summation examination. And kindly hand that new photographic print to the bailiff to be filed as evidence.
The post-shooting photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Another print in the Court Record... I wonder if we can make use of that...)
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to "In lake of lies are many dead fish. We must find truth. Therefore I say not guilty verdict."
Juror No. 3:
I think you'll find that if you look at that photograph in stereo, the truth will just pop out.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, 'look at the photograph in stereo'?
Juror No. 3:
Sorry? What? Don't, don't you know? If you look at the photographic print normally... ...it looks as though the pickpocket girl is about to shoot the victim, obviously.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But there's no indication that the defendant ever fired the gun!
Juror No. 3:
All I'm saying is that if you look at the same print in stereo, it could reveal all sorts of new information.
Ryunosuke:
......... By any chance... ...are you a fan of stereoscopes?
Juror No. 3:
Ooooooh! How did you know?!
Ryunosuke:
...Let's call it a lucky guess.
Juror No. 3:
It never gets old, seeing the two prints merge into one before your eyes! It's extraordinary! It's captivating! It's the height of modernity!
Ryunosuke:
...Of course.
Juror No. 3:
Oh yes! I think you'll find that the stereoscope is here to stay! Giving us new perspectives we could only dream of before, it's the greatest invention the world has ever seen!
Ryunosuke:
(...If only it could give me a new perspective on this case, I might agree with you.)
Juror No. 3:
All we'd need is another shot from a slightly different location, and we could see the scene in three dimensions!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Can it really show up new clues, though?
Juror No. 3:
Don't know unless you try!
Ryunosuke:
How about this print here? It should do the trick, I think.
Present Photograph of Gina or Post-Shooting Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, juror number three... ...are you saying you can do this with any two suitable photographic prints?
Juror No. 3:
Of course I can!
Ryunosuke:
Very well then...I'd like you to demonstrate.
Juror No. 3:
I'd be delighted to! Just give me one more print and I'll amaze you all!
Present Post-Shooting Photograph or Photograph of Gina (whichever has not been presented yet)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Alright, these two prints were both taken with the same camera in Windibank's on the night in question."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Wait, sorry? What do you mean, one more print?
Juror No. 3:
Oh dear, oh dear... Don't you have these in the Far East? Don't you know how a stereoscope works?
Iris:
Runo!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
You need two photographs for a stereoscope, remember? You know, one for the left eye, and one for the right.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, oh yes. I remember now. But the print we have from the pawnbrokery is just a normal photograph.
Juror No. 3:
No no no. I think you'll find... ...that the clue is in the name. It's a stereoscope, not a monoscope! You always need two prints!
Ryunosuke:
(...Thanks for the friendly explanation.)
Iris:
Hmmm... Well, if we obtain another print at some point later in the trial... ...we can always show it to this young man then.
Juror No. 3:
Hahaha!
Ryunosuke:
(I think you'll find...that know-it-all expression is really starting to annoy me.)
Judge:
Let's get things back on track, shall we, Counsel?
Leads back to summation examination
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...I was wrong. I can't actually think of anything we could use at all.
Iris:
What? Really? Oh dear, I think maybe I need to have a stereoscopic look at your brain sometime.
Ryunosuke:
(...What's that supposed to mean?)
Leads back to summation examination
Juror No. 4:
If I have left it in there, I should think there'll be repercussions by now...
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Um, what exactly have you been muttering about all this time, sir? You keep talking about having left something somewhere or something like that.
Juror No. 4:
Ah...so sorry. As you can probably tell, I'm a surgeon.
Ryunosuke:
A surgeon?! (That totally passed me by...)
Juror No. 4:
Of course, people conducting surgery in this country aren't considered to be doctors. Oh no! Even though me and my kind are at the forefront of medical science! The real brains in the field!
Ryunosuke:
So...what is it that you think you've left behind?
Juror No. 4:
Ah well, that's...a little embarrassing, to be honest. You see I was operating on someone yesterday. Standard thing - went in through the abdomen. But when I'd finished the procedure, I... Well, I couldn't find my scalpel anywhere.
Ryunosuke:
What?! (Did he...? Surely not!)
Juror No. 4:
Exactly! 'Surely not!' you say to yourself, don't you? Worrying, isn't it? That's what's been troubling me this whole time. Could I really have left my scalpel inside the fellow's belly? ...No, of course I couldn't! So...there you have it. Like I said, a little embarrassing, really.
Ryunosuke:
...That's one way of putting it. The other is manslaughter.
Juror No. 4:
That's exactly my concern! And seeing as this case appears to be all but sewn up... ...I need to focus on trying to remember exactly what I've sewn up elsewhere! Now...I'm sure I made sure everything was back as it should be. Well, as sure as you can be without being sure.
Ryunosuke:
(...I'm sure you need to be more sure.)
Juror No. 5:
Mind made up. Stop. Global radio transmission of verdict to follow. Stop.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, 'radio transmission'? What do you mean?
Juror No. 5:
...Are you from the Far East? Stop.
Ryunosuke:
Um, yes. From the Empire of Japan.
Juror No. 5:
All communication with Far Eastern nations used to take place by mail. Royal Mail steamers take more than a month to complete the journey.
Iris:
Ah, but now we have the electric telegram. So we can send messages using electrical signals. Thousands of miles of cables have been laid along the ocean beds, connecting the entire world.
Ryunosuke:
Thousands of miles of cable? ...On the ocean bed? (It makes my head hurt just thinking about it.)
Juror No. 5:
You are well informed, young lady.
Iris:
Hehe!
Juror No. 5:
But cables will soon become a thing of the past. Stop.
Ryunosuke:
...And just when I was starting to catch up.
Juror No. 5:
Radio transmission is the future. Stop. Messages carried over airwaves to four corners of globe. Stop. Excitement growing! Stop. Atmosphere electric! Stop.
Ryunosuke:
Right... (...Try not to wear out your fingers.)
Juror No. 5:
Era of wireless telegraphy! Stop. Driving technological revolution! Stop. And people say inventions like the stereoscope are the height of technology! What utter piffle! I can't understand it. I really can't. They're just silly toys!
Pursue Juror No. 3
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Erm, juror number three...sorry to interrupt when you're obviously fuming, but...
Juror No. 3:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
Do you perhaps have something to say about juror number five's last remark? ...As if I couldn't guess.
Juror No. 3:
Oh, you bet I do! Say that again! Go on! I dare you!
Juror No. 5:
Goodness! Are you talking to me?
Ryunosuke:
...I think he just might be, yes.
Juror No. 3:
You think stereoscopes are just toys, do you? Huh?
Juror No. 5:
Absolutely. I mean, really! A machine to view photographs in three dimensions? Why on earth would you not just use your eyes to look at the world around you? It's all three-dimensional!
Ryunosuke:
...What a great way to appease the man.
Juror No. 5:
No, I'm sorry. Stereoscopes are of no practical use at all.
Juror No. 3:
......... You just don't know!
Juror No. 5:
Pardon?
Juror No. 3:
I think you'll find that viewing a photograph through a stereoscope... ...can unlock all sorts of possibilities! I'm obviously going to have to demonstrate!
Ryunosuke:
What sort of possibilities?
Juror No. 3:
Well, take a crime scene, for example. If you had a pair of photographs from a crime scene that you could view through a stereoscope... ...it could reveal hidden clues you'd never even noticed before!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Iris:
Have you got any, Runo? Any prints we could look at with a stereoscope?
Absolutely! [before Juror No. 6 votes innocent]
Ryunosuke:
How about this print here? It should do the trick, I think.
Present Photograph of Gina
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, juror number three... ...are you saying you can do this with any two suitable photographic prints?
Juror No. 3:
Of course I can!
Ryunosuke:
Very well then...I'd like you to demonstrate.
Juror No. 3:
I'd be delighted to! Just give me one more print and I'll amaze you all!
Present anything
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Wait, sorry? What do you mean, one more print?
Juror No. 3:
Oh dear, oh dear... Don't you have these in the Far East? Don't you know how a stereoscope works?
Iris:
Runo!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
You need two photographs for a stereoscope, remember? You know, one for the left eye, and one for the right.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, oh yes. I remember now. But the print we have from the pawnbrokery is just a normal photograph.
Juror No. 3:
No no no. I think you'll find... ...that the clue is in the name. It's a stereoscope, not a monoscope! You always need two prints!
Ryunosuke:
(...Thanks for the friendly explanation.)
Iris:
Hmmm... Well, if we obtain another print at some point later in the trial... ...we can always show it to this young man then.
Juror No. 3:
Hahaha!
Ryunosuke:
(I think you'll find...that know-it-all expression is really starting to annoy me.)
Judge:
Let's get things back on track, shall we, Counsel?
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "All we'd need is another shot from a slightly different location, and we could see the scene in three dimensions!"
Leads back to summation examination
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...I was wrong. I can't actually think of anything we could use at all.
Iris:
What? Really? Oh dear, I think maybe I need to have a stereoscopic look at your brain sometime.
Ryunosuke:
(...What's that supposed to mean?)
Leads back to summation examination
Absolutely! [after Juror No. 6 votes innocent]
Ryunosuke:
How about this print here? It should do the trick, I think.
Present Photograph of Gina or Post-Shooting Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, juror number three... ...are you saying you can do this with any two suitable photographic prints?
Juror No. 3:
Of course I can!
Ryunosuke:
Very well then...I'd like you to demonstrate.
Juror No. 3:
I'd be delighted to! Just give me one more print and I'll amaze you all!
Present Post-Shooting Photograph or Photograph of Gina (whichever has not been presented yet)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Alright, these two prints were both taken with the same camera in Windibank's on the night in question."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Wait, sorry? What do you mean, one more print?
Juror No. 3:
Oh dear, oh dear... Don't you have these in the Far East? Don't you know how a stereoscope works?
Iris:
Runo!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
You need two photographs for a stereoscope, remember? You know, one for the left eye, and one for the right.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, oh yes. I remember now. But the print we have from the pawnbrokery is just a normal photograph.
Juror No. 3:
No no no. I think you'll find... ...that the clue is in the name. It's a stereoscope, not a monoscope! You always need two prints!
Ryunosuke:
(...Thanks for the friendly explanation.)
Iris:
Hmmm... Well, if we obtain another print at some point later in the trial... ...we can always show it to this young man then.
Juror No. 3:
Hahaha!
Ryunosuke:
(I think you'll find...that know-it-all expression is really starting to annoy me.)
Judge:
Let's get things back on track, shall we, Counsel?
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "All we'd need is another shot from a slightly different location, and we could see the scene in three dimensions!"
Leads back to summation examination
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...I was wrong. I can't actually think of anything we could use at all.
Iris:
What? Really? Oh dear, I think maybe I need to have a stereoscopic look at your brain sometime.
Ryunosuke:
(...What's that supposed to mean?)
Leads back to summation examination
None spring to mind
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...no, I don't think so. None spring to mind, anyway.
Iris:
Well if you find any, we should definitely try it!
Ryunosuke:
...I don't think we're just going to find prints of the crime scene lying around, you know. (But I suppose if we somehow find ourselves with some, it would be worth a go...)
Leads back to summation examination
Ryunosuke:
...Don't spare any feelings, will you? It's not like there's anyone here who likes stereoscopes... So...why exactly do you think that the defendant is guilty?
Juror No. 5:
It's quite simple... We haven't been shown a scrap of evidence to suggest that she isn't the culprit. And just as radio waves dash through the skies faster than the eye can see... ...so we should dash to the conclusion of this trial, and stop pandering to in-dit-cision!
Juror No. 6:
In motherland we say never judge by clothes, judge by head. I am conwinced brothers are innocent.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Please tell me you're not Vilen Borshevik... ...the Russian revolutionary.
Juror No. 5:
Re-Revolutionary?!
Juror No. 6:
......... Da. I believe there is such a rumour.
Ryunosuke:
...It's just a rumour?
Juror No. 6:
As you see, I have unfortunate appearance. I look like wicious criminal.
Ryunosuke:
(...Your words, not mine. Just want to point that out.)
Juror No. 6:
People call me revolutionary...murderer...autocrat...
Juror No. 5:
And...which glove fits?
Juror No. 6:
'Good day. I am wisiting London for sightseeing. I would like to take bus to Crystal Tower, please.'
Juror No. 5:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Right. That didn't sound staged at all. You'll forgive me for having my doubts.)
Juror No. 6:
To be treated like wicious criminal all the time... It is wery painful. People do not realise. So I have much sympathies for these brothers. People say they are criminals only because of how they look.
Ryunosuke:
The Skulkin brothers?
Juror No. 6:
Da, maybe they went inside pawnbroker's shop. But they have done nothing wrong. That is all what I want to say!
Ryunosuke:
...The Skulkin brothers did nothing wrong that night? (Alright, well first of all... ...that's one not-so-little misunderstanding I'll need to clear up straight away.) Tell me something, Iris...
Iris:
Hm? What is it, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
The jurors are chosen at random from the inhabitants of London town, aren't they?
Iris:
Yes! It's amazing, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
In that case... ...how is it that there's a Russian tourist sitting among them, who looks for all the world like a revolutionary?
Iris:
...I wish I knew.
Pit against Juror No. 2's statement (after Juror No. 2 changes her statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good Lord! Counsel, explain yourself!
Juror No.2:
Oh my! My statement? Contradictory?
Juror No. 6:
Contradict... C-o-n...
Ryunosuke:
Juror number six, you've got the wrong end of the stick.
Juror No. 6:
...I do not have stick. I have mouse.
Ryunosuke:
As juror number two said earlier... ...when the Skulkin brothers fled the scene on the night in question, they fired a shot from their revolver.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, they shot poor Mr Sholmes in the abdomen, I understand!
Ryunosuke:
...Surely you're not going to tell the court now that you didn't hear?
Juror No. 6:
......... Abdomen... Abdomen... A-b-d...
Ryunosuke:
...Sir?
Juror No. 6:
Sorry, sorry. My English is still learning.
Ryunosuke:
...You ARE telling the court you didn't hear?
Juror No. 6:
......... Forgive me. I did not hear.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Juror No. 6:
...Ah! Here is word! 'Abdomen: Part of person's body containing stomach and other wital organs'. If this is what you mean, you should say in plain English. I am Russian, not native speaker.
Ryunosuke:
(...Who thought it was a good idea to let this man be on the jury again?!)
Juror No. 6:
So... ...you are telling me these brothers who look like criminals were lying? They said before, 'We never done nothing,' but truth is, they shot detective. ...Da. This is double negative.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! That's exactly right!
Juror No. 6:
Lying is wrong! Especially when lie is said by person who looks like criminal!
Ryunosuke:
...Coming from you, that seems...surprisingly prejudiced.
Juror No. 6:
This means... ...when they said, 'We never took nothing,' maybe it was also big, fat lie! Is this true?!
Ryunosuke:
Well...according to the police report, no stolen goods were found, so...
Juror No. 6:
Enough! I trust no one now!
Ryunosuke:
...It's...not the mouse's fault though, sir.
Juror No. 6:
I must see with own eyes! I must investigate crime scene myself!
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid that won't be poss-
Iris:
Yes it is, Runo! Easily!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
With the prints from Hurley's Red-Handed Recorder!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Iris:
If you compare the print that pictures Ginny, and the next print from half an hour later... ...you'll be able to see straight away if anything was taken or not. Cooey! Mr Prosecutor!
Van Zieks:
Tut-tut... Calling on the prosecution in the middle of a summation examination of all times... The print showing the accused threatening the victim after she broke into the shop...is this one. Following this, the victim and the accused moved into the storeroom. Meanwhile, the Skulkin brothers entered the shop and summarily heard the fatal gunshot ring out. Sadly, none of these events were captured on film. This is the print produced by the camera half an hour later, after the brothers' flight.
Iris:
So this was taken after Hurley was shot, then. As far as I can tell... ...nothing has been taken.
Ryunosuke:
(That does seem to be the case. I can't notice anything that's obviously missing in the second print.)
Juror No. 6:
So, the brothers who look like criminals told only one lie. They shot man, but they stole nothing.
Ryunosuke:
It would seem so, yes.
Juror No. 6:
Good.
Ryunosuke:
No, not good.
Juror No. 6:
You were right, I did not understood situation. Now I know brothers have lied, I think it is wery important to continue with trial.
Iris:
Yay! Well done, Runo! The balance is shifting!
Ryunosuke:
Well...it's a start, I suppose. But there must be more in what these jurors are saying that I can use to expose the truth. And if I can do that, we just might turn the situation to our favour still!
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. Continue with the summation examination. And kindly hand that new photographic print to the bailiff to be filed as evidence.
The post-shooting photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Another print in the Court Record... I wonder if we can make use of that...)
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to "In lake of lies are many dead fish. We must find truth. Therefore I say not guilty verdict."
Juror No. 6:
In lake of lies are many dead fish. We must find truth. Therefore I say not guilty verdict.
Ryunosuke:
(If I can't change the minds of more than half of these six jurors... ...the trial will be over.)
Iris:
But we know that Ginny would never shoot anyone.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, so we need to find contradictions in what these jurors are saying and pit them against each other. (I must be ready to go to whatever lengths I have to... to convince them of Gina's innocence!)
Ryunosuke:
Alright, these two prints were both taken with the same camera in Windibank's on the night in question.
Juror No. 3:
Yes, I see. Tell me, Mr, um...lawyer. Do you know how stereographic images work? Do you understand the principle?
Ryunosuke:
Well...I think so... (I did have a lesson only yesterday...) The left and right eye images need to be the same, only with a slight shift in the positions of some objects. Then when your brain merges the two images together inside your head, it notices the shift as if it were depth.
Juror No. 3:
Yes, exactly.
Iris:
It's that small shift between certain objects in the two pictures that's really important.
Ryunosuke:
So what happens if you use two photographs that are exactly the same, then?
Juror No. 3:
No no, obviously that wouldn't work at all. Not for seeing the scene three-dimensionally, anyway.
Iris:
Oh... OOOOOOH! Of course! Now I see!
Juror No. 3:
Ah! I think the young girl has discovered the secret!
Iris:
I have, I have!
Ryunosuke:
...Can you uncross your eyes before you tell me?
Iris:
Have another look at these two pictures from Hurley's camera, Runo! Go on! Can you see that there's a really obvious difference between them?
Ryunosuke:
Of course there is! There are two people in the first, and no people in the second!
Iris:
Well yes, you can see that straight away. But now... ...try looking at the pictures in three dimensions!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I'll, I'll give it a go. (So, to start with... ...you have to cross your eyes, and then try to make the two pictures overlap exactly.) ........................... (Let's see if by crossing my eyes I can make the quill pens from each picture overlap in the middle...) ........................... (...Wait...)
Iris:
Well? Did you manage to see it properly, Runo?
Not really...
Ryunosuke:
I'm just not very good at this, that's the trouble.
Iris:
Oh, don't worry. I have just the thing! I happened to bring with me...a portable stereoscope!
Ryunosuke:
......... I know I mentioned this yesterday, but if you've had that contraption with you from the outset... ...you could have saved me staring at Mr Windibank and Gina like I hate them all that time!
Iris:
And if you remember, I said in reply... ...that it's much more satisfying to be able to see the effect with your own eyes. Anyway, why don't we try using this helpful little aid now? Here goes...
Ryunosuke:
........................... (Now, let's see what we've got... ...Wait! Look at that!) 
Leads to:
"Agh!"
Yes, I saw it!
Leads to:
"Agh!"
Ryunosuke:
Agh! What's, what's going on with these two pictures? Some of the things on the counter sort of... They sort of jump out at you!
Juror No. 3:
Yes yes yes! That's it, you see! That's the other amazing power of stereoscopes!
Ryunosuke:
O-Other amazing power?!
Juror No. 1:
Is someone going to explain this...black magic, eh? Why the deuce do some of the things on the counter seem to jump out at you like that, hm?
Juror No. 3:
I think you'll find that if you consider the basic principle of the stereoscope, you'll answer your own question.
Juror No. 5:
Basic principles...of the stereoscope...?
Juror No. 3:
As I said before... ...if you try to look at two identical pictures using a stereoscope, it won't work at all. It's the slight shift in the positions of certain objects that lets you see pictures three-dimensionally.
Ryunosuke:
...In other words... ...even though at first glance it seems the objects on the counter haven't moved at all between the two pictures... ...this shows that actually...there must have been a slight shift in their positions!
Iris:
Yes, there must have been.
Juror No. 1:
Now hold fire there, sir! Got a reasonable grasp of this whole cross-eyed business now, I'd say. But why the devil does this shift between the two prints exist in the first place? Well? What's the answer, fellow? Come on, you're the cross-eyed master!
Ryunosuke:
What? Me? (I haven't the first idea!)
Iris:
You know, Runo! It's quite simple.
Ryunosuke:
It, it is?
Iris:
Just think it through step by step. The first photograph was taken at 1:00 a.m. Then, thirty minutes later...the second photograph was taken. But the position of some items on the counter appears to have shifted slightly in the interim. So that means...?
Ryunosuke:
That means that sometime in the half hour interval... ...someone must have tampered with the things on the counter!
Juror No. 1:
Zookers!
Juror No. 3:
Someone tampered...?
Juror No. 5:
New information! Stop. Not mentioned in testimony so far! Stop.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes... ...we've had to go around in circles a little here, it seems... ...but I'm starting to see what I should be aiming at in this summation examination now.) Ladies and gentlemen! The question now is clear. We know the items on the countertop were moved. ...But by whom?
Juror No. 1:
Are you... Are you suggesting you might know?
Ryunosuke:
Of course. I can tell you right now who is responsible for the almost imperceptible shift in the items on the counter!
Present Nash Skulkin or Ringo Skulkin profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"It was the witnesses currently in the stand...the Skulkin brothers!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Quite clearly it was the work...of this meddler!
Judge:
Hm... I'm afraid you've digressed there, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Van Zieks:
It should now be clear even to you... ...who is responsible for the impeachable shift in the direction of this trial...toward the absurd.
Ryunosuke:
Let me guess... ...Me?
Van Zieks:
Shift aside, my Nipponese friend, and let the real lawyers do the talking!
Ryunosuke:
Uargh! (I really felt that one...)
Iris:
If you think about it... ...it has to have been someone who was in Windibank's when everything was going on, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes, that's true.
Iris:
So... ...that narrows it down quite a lot, I think.
Ryunosuke:
I'll have another think! (We know somebody must have touched the things on Mr Windibank's counter. So who was it?)
Leads back to:
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
Ryunosuke:
It was the witnesses currently in the stand...the Skulkin brothers!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 6:
Wait! This does not agree with what brothers said in testimony before. They said they did not even have time to pull 'dukes' from 'Lucy Lockets'. My phrasebook says 'dukes' is meaning 'hands' and 'Lucy Lockets' is meaning 'pockets'. But is this...another lie?! Is this what you are saying?!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm afraid so.
Juror No. 4:
Now hold on there a minute! You can't be sure of that.
Juror No. 2:
I quite agree. The accused is a common pickpurse, after all. It's perfectly possible that she went through the things on the desk to see what she might steal.
Ryunosuke:
I think...that's unlikely.
Juror No. 1:
And why, exactly?
Ryunosuke:
...As you can see from...this photographic print, the defendant was pointing a gun at the victim. It would seem, as my learned friend indicated, that she was coercing Mr Windibank to open the storeroom door. In other words, Miss Lestrade's interests lay within the storeroom, not in the main shop... ...giving her no reason to touch anything on the counter. All of which points to one thing! The Skulkin brothers have omitted key facts in their testimony!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...! But the accused is a pickpurse! Common gutter trash! Why look any further for the wrongdoer here?
Ryunosuke:
Because the Skulkin brothers are thieves, madam. No better - in fact worse - than a pickpurse.
Juror No. 2:
...!
Ryunosuke:
I believe that these brothers were looking for something on the victim's counter that night.
Juror No. 3:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, if you would condemn the defendant on the grounds that she's a pickpocket... ...would it not at least be right and proper to thoroughly scrutinise testimony given against her by two thieves?
Juror No. 4:
...Well said.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 4:
I for one would like to hear more from that shady pair!
Juror No. 3:
Can you all see now? I think you'll find stereoscopes aren't playthings! You've seen their extraordinary potential firsthand!
Juror No. 5:
Wholeheartedly agree! Stop. Must purchase after trial. Stop. Will return home via Regent Street. Stop.
Judge:
Well...it would seem this trial has yet to run its course. The ladies and gentlemen of the jury have declared their inclinations via the mighty Scales of Justice. I hereby call this summation examination to conclusion with the balance altered in the defendant's favour. Two lean to guilty. Four lean to not guilty. Accordingly, the jury is without consensus... ...and I order this trial to continue.
Iris:
Yay! Well done! ...Oh, by the way...
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
You should hold onto this, Runo. You never know when it might come in useful!
Ryunosuke:
(Twice in one trial would be unusual, surely? But alright.)
The stereoscope has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Lord van Zieks... ...you will instruct the witnesses that the court demands additional testimony from them.
Examine evidence
Stereoscope
Print tray
Iris:
You have to pop your two prints in here to start with, you see.
Ryunosuke:
And then, when you look through the eyepieces, you can see the image in three dimensions!
Iris:
The important thing to get right is the position of the two prints.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know who came up with the idea of a stereoscope, but it's really quite fascinating.)
Button
Ryunosuke:
Ooh! Look at that! It's totally changed shape, just from one little button press!
Iris:
Well, that is what the button's for, Runo. You're just like Hurley. You boys love pressing buttons, don't you, especially if you don't know what they do!
Ryunosuke:
(Us boys? ...Says the ten-year-old girl.)
Iris:
Anyway, now you can see that it really is a stereoscope, can't you?
Van Zieks:
......... I'm sure it won't spoil the bouquet to do so...My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(I've won myself another chance to probe that pair about their activities that night at least. And I won't stop probing them until I've proven that Gina is innocent!)
To be continued...
Judge:
Order, please. Let us resume proceedings. Witnesses! You will now retake the stand.
Judge:
I presume you heard the defence counsel's summation examination?
Nash:
Oh...yeah...guvnor.
Ringo:
I did, guv, I did.
Ryunosuke:
...Mr and Mr Skulkin!
Cor!
Blimey!
Ryunosuke:
(...This is going to be hard work.) Earlier in this trial, you gave the following testimony about your actions after you entered Windibank's...
Nash:
Well it was bedlam soon as, weren't it?
Ringo:
It woz, Nash, it woz. Didn't even 'ave time to pull me dukes out me Lucy Lockets.
Ryunosuke:
However...that was a lie! You brothers!
Cor!
Blimey!
Ryunosuke:
On the night in question... ...you rifled through the items on the victim's counter!
We never done nuffin' o' the sort!
'Ow d'you figure that out?
.........
Judge:
You will now give formal testimony once again. You will tell the court precisely what happened on the night in question. And this time...you will tell the truth.
Van Zieks:
...Each lie that passes your lips serves to increase the severity of your punishment. And that, gentlemen, may deal a crushing blow to your chances of ever seeing the light of day again.
...!
...!
Van Zieks:
A thought worth pondering perhaps.
Say no more, guv! We 'ear ya!
We'll blab! We'll speak! We'll peach!
Witness Testimony
- Illegal Entry: The Whole Truth -
Nash:
Alright, we did knock a few things over. But we weren't riflin' fer nuffin'!
Ringo:
It woz when we 'eard the gunshot, see. Made us both jump, an' all that stuff went flyin'.
Nash:
Lummy, it didn't 'alf gimme a fright! We woz thinkin' the shooter'd come out the door and get us next.
Ringo:
We stuck everyfin' back where we found it and scarpered...straight into 'im in the black.
Nash:
We couldn't 'ave shot the pawnbroker, see! We never even 'ad a chance, did we?
Judge:
Hmmm...so you admit to the defence's accusation. You did indeed ransack Mr Windibank's countertop on the night in question.
Nash:
Err...not ransack, guvnor, no.
Ringo:
That's right, Nash, that's right. It's...more like we tidied up. Yeah.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ringo:
Ugh...sorry.
Van Zieks:
By their own admission, these brothers entered the pawnbrokery under dubious circumstances. However, they panicked and fled on hearing the gunshot, having first made good their mess.
Nash:
The way you say it...we 'ardly sound like roughs at all.
Ringo:
We don't, Nash, we don't. Can't 'e make us sound a bit more...cut-throat?
Ryunosuke:
(It can't just be coincidence that these men showed up at Windibank's that night. There's more to their testimony than meets the eye. I'm sure of it!)
Cross-Examination
- Illegal Entry: The Whole Truth -
Nash:
Alright, we did knock a few things over. But we weren't riflin' fer nuffin'!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
If that's the case, then why didn't you testify to that effect in the first place?
Nash:
Well, ya know... We ain't exactly squeaky clean, are we?
Ringo:
We ain't, Nash, we ain't! If we admitted to somefin' like that, people would think we woz up to no good!
Nash:
Well said, Ringo, me old china! We'd only land ourselves in even more trouble!
Ryunosuke:
And in fact now, as a result of lying in your previous testimony... ...that's exactly what you've done. Landed yourselves in even more trouble.
Nash:
Ah, well, erm...
Ringo:
That's rotten luck.
Ryunosuke:
(...Says the rotten apple-eater.)
Van Zieks:
Witnesses... ...explain your actions to the court. Why did you ransack the victim's counter?
Nash:
We never ransacked nuffin'!
Ringo:
Right, Nash, right! More like we tidied the place up.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ringo:
Ugh...sorry...
Ringo:
It woz when we 'eard the gunshot, see. Made us both jump, an' all that stuff went flyin'.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So what you're saying is... ...the sound of the gunshot shocked you so much, you knocked all those things off the counter?
Nash:
Well, it shocked one of us that much, yeah! This bag o' nerves needs to learn to keep 'is shirt on!
Ringo:
Look, it woz loud, alright? Blimey, me dead granny would 'ave woken up at that bang!
Nash:
'Big' bruv 'ere screamed like a bloomin' baby and fell over on the counter. 'E knocked over a load o' books, a candlestick and some skull wotnot.
Ringo:
That got tangled in some marionette, wot knocked over a picture frame, wot knocked them scales on the floor.
Ryunosuke:
...You've really mastered working quietly then.
Ringo:
Wot a racket! Me granny would 'ave been scared back into 'er grave at a clatter like that.
Ryunosuke:
So in short...the gunshot took you by surprise.
Nash:
And then some! I mean it woz quiet as a mouse an' then all of a sudden...BAM!
Pursue Tobias Gregson
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson! Do you have something to add?
Gregson:
Like I keep sayin', I don't appreciate bein' lumped in with these scoundrels!
Ryunosuke:
......... No, something to add about their testimony? You seemed to react just now at what Mr Skulkin said. Did it make you think of something?
Gregson:
......... It's probably nothin', of course. I wouldn't even bother to mention it, only... Well, the fact is, cases don't get solved if you ignore the little details.
Ryunosuke:
...How about you just tell us what's on your mind?
Gregson:
......... As you know, we brought these fellas in to the Yard for questionin' last night. And the statement they gave then told a slightly different story to what they're sayin' now.
Nash:
...!
Ringo:
...!
Nash:
Ah...um... Did it?
Gregson:
You claimed you heard the victim shout somethin' out before the gunshot.
Ringo:
Might 'ave, guv, might 'ave. Does ring a bell, now ya mention it...
Gregson:
Granted, it's only a minor detail, but still... ...I can't help feelin' like perhaps you've been a bit sloppy with your testimony here, eh, fellas?
Judge:
If I discover the witnesses' testimony has been any more 'sloppy' than it has hitherto proven to be... ...I shall be forced to bring the very harshest punishment to bear against them.
Nash:
Easy, easy!
Ringo:
We'll get it right this time!
Nash:
That's it! Yep! It's all comin' back to me now!
Van Zieks:
Then speak! Supplement your testimony with whatever details have miraculously returned to your questionable minds...sirs.
Ringo:
Um...hehe... Right you are...guv.
Changes statement from "It woz when we 'eard the gunshot, see. Made us both jump, an' all that stuff went flyin'." to "Just before the gunshot, we 'eard a voice yellin' out, 'Gimme that gun!'"
Adds statement "The bloke wot owned the place was 'oldin' a gun, so 'e should 'ave just fired instead of yellin' at the girl!"
Ringo:
And picture the scene, right. I 'ear the shot, then next thing I know, there's a skull rollin' across the floor!
Nash:
That deafenin' bang in the pitch-black... I ain't gonna forget that in an 'urry, I can tell ya.
Ryunosuke:
And yet despite being so scared, you had the composure to tidy the mess you'd made?
Nash:
Eh? Wot d'ya mean, guv?
Ryunosuke:
I would imagine most people would have left the rolling skull and fled without a second thought.
Ringo:
D'you wanna give the Skulkin bruvs a bad name? If nuffin' else, we're tidy!
Ryunosuke:
...Well pardon me for the slander.
Ringo:
Just before the gunshot, we 'eard a voice yellin' out, 'Gimme that gun!'
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So in fact you heard the voice and the gunshot almost simultaneously?
Ringo:
We did, guv, we did.
Nash:
Although...I s'pose if yer bein'...honest...we 'eard a kind of waverin' voice before the yell an' all.
Ringo:
'If, if ya don't wanna get shot...'
'Gimme that gun! BAM!'
Ringo:
...Kind o' thing!
Ryunosuke:
(...A career in acting tragically missed...) And where were the voices coming from? Could you tell?
Ringo:
'Course we could! From the other side o' that door behind the counter, it woz.
Ryunosuke:
(From the storeroom, where the victim was found dead...)
Van Zieks:
And the voice you heard...it was that of the victim, Mr Windibank?
Ringo:
On me granny's life! 'Course it woz!
Nash:
On 'is granny's life! 'Course it woz!
Ryunosuke:
So...that would mean... ...that you both knew Mr Windibank and the sound of his voice?
Nash:
Eh? So that would mean...wot?!
Ringo:
Wot, Nash, wot? ...Any ideas?
Judge:
Yes, Counsel, indeed it would.
Nash:
......... Nah nah nah! We, we didn't know the geezer!
Ringo:
'Ow am I s'posed to deny it when that bloke in all the fancy clobber's givin' us the evil eye?
Van Zieks:
......... If you value your lives, you will ensure your testimony is accurate and true.
Ringo:
On, on me granny's life, it is!
Nash:
On, on 'is granny's life, it must be!
Ryunosuke:
(...It's a good job his granny's dead.)
Van Zieks:
To summarise, then... Immediately after hearing the voice of the victim, you then hear the gunshot... ...causing you to stumble and upset the items on the counter, scattering them over the shop floor.
Ringo:
...Ya make it sound like we're clumsy.
Nash:
Don't forget we tidied up after like good little boys. Anyway, the way I see it...
Nash:
The bloke wot owned the place was 'oldin' a gun, so 'e should 'ave just fired instead of yellin' at the girl!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You're saying that Mr Windibank had a gun in his hands?
Nash:
Oh yeah! Bet that woz a sight, eh? Them two wavin' them guns at each other. Must've got pretty 'eated! I mean, just before 'e shouted out, we 'eard the geezer say, 'If ya don't wanna get shot...'!
Ringo:
Didn't really sound like 'e meant it, mind. More of an empty threat, ya could say.
Van Zieks:
Mr Windibank was known to keep a revolver on his shop counter at all times. People say that to protect the articles in his keeping, he'd readily put a bullet in someone's head if required. ...That someone being himself, of course.
Judge:
Good grief! Extraordinary devotion, indeed, if alarmingly misguided.
Nash:
Well 'e certainly sounded like 'e woz ready to pull the trigger the other night. Only, the person 'e woz gonna shoot beat 'im to it. Cooked 'is goose proper!
Ringo:
Bet 'e wished 'e'd squeezed the trigger instead of wastin' time shoutin', 'Gimme that gun!'
Ryunosuke:
And it was directly after those words that you heard the gunshot?
Nash:
It woz more or less at the same time, guv.
'Gimme that gun! BAM!'
Ringo:
...Kind o' thing!
Ryunosuke:
(...Yes... A career in acting very tragically missed...)
Nash:
Then we 'eard the sound o' someone hittin' the deck... ...before everyfin' went dead quiet.
Ringo:
After that, we dun a slap-dash job tidyin' the place up.
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So you're saying..."
Present Photograph of Gina
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
You're saying that on the night in question... ...the victim, Mr Windibank, was wielding a gun, is that correct?
Nash:
That's it, guv. You've got the picture.
Ringo:
'E has, Nash, 'e has. No question!
Ryunosuke:
And yet the photographic evidence from the time of the incident clearly shows... ...that Mr Windibank was not in possession of a firearm of any description!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...You surprise me. Does the defence really intend to highlight evidence that compromises the position of the accused even more?
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Judge:
Furthermore, the defence has failed to establish that the photographic print presented... ...was taken a suitably short time prior to the victim's death. Your chronology is severely lacking, Counsel.
Nash:
Yeah! That's right!
Ringo:
Too right, Nash, too right! The old geezer could've been about to turn the tables on the girl, eh?
Ryunosuke:
(...Hardly likely.)
Judge:
No, I'm afraid this won't stand as conclusive evidence.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Continue with the cross-examination, Counsel! ...And heed my earlier warning, witnesses!
...A Skulkin's never skulkin'!
Nash:
Lummy, it didn't 'alf gimme a fright! We woz thinkin' the shooter'd come out the door and get us next.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...you didn't try to open the storeroom door then?
Nash:
Not on yer life!
Ringo:
It went deathly quiet after that, it did. Put the wind right up me. But anyway, the door woz locked, weren't it? No way that woz openin'!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course. It was locked from the inside, or so we've been led to believe.
Ringo:
It woz, guv, it woz! From the inside.
Nash:
Right, so we 'ad no way of knowin' wot woz goin' on in there, did we?
Ryunosuke:
Unless there was some other way to get a view of the inside of the storeroom. Like, through the keyhole or...a spyhole perhaps?
Don't ring no bells! Don't light no lights!
We 'ad to cut an' run before we noticed anyfin' like that.
We're still cuttin' our teeth in this game, see. But one day...
...we'll really cut the mustard!
Ryunosuke:
...Please...cut it out.
Van Zieks:
But as we know, behind that door was the victim's lifeless body...with the accused not two feet away.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes...unfortunately... Gina was in there, unconscious...with the gun in her hand...)
Van Zieks:
To confirm, would it be correct to say that neither of you set foot inside the storeroom?
Ringo:
That's right, guv, that's right!
Nash:
Couldn't 'ave even if we'd wanted to!
Ringo:
We stuck everyfin' back where we found it and scarpered...straight into 'im in the black.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, whereupon you fired a shot from your own gun... at Mr Herlock Sholmes!
Nash:
Oh, um...yeah...erm... We woz a bit 'asty there.
Ringo:
We woz, Nash, we woz! Troof be told, I woz already shakin' like a leaf when you lot turned up.
Iris:
If you're shaking like a leaf, don't put a loaded gun in your hand!
Ringo:
G-Good advice, miss, good advice...
Nash:
Troof be told, me mind went totally blank.
Iris:
Before your mind goes totally blank, make sure you don't have a loaded gun in your hand!
Nash:
M-Mental note made, miss...
Ringo:
After that we legged it down the street, but... ...'parently we looked dodgy to the coppers or summat, so they clapped the Darbies on us like winkin'.
Van Zieks:
And after you'd been handcuffed, the police found this revolver in your possession, correct?
Ringo:
Erm...well...yeah.
Nash:
But listen! That proves it, dunnit? Eh?
Nash:
We couldn't 'ave shot the pawnbroker, see! We never even 'ad a chance, did we?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And why should we believe that?
Nash:
Eh? Wot? Well...cos it's true, innit!
Ringo:
The place was totally empty when we went in.
Van Zieks:
At that time, the victim was already in the storeroom... ...having been forced to open the door by the accused who had a gun to his head.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
In other words, on the night in question, these two witnesses... ...never even laid eyes on the proprietor of the pawnbrokery, Mr Windibank. Correct?
Ringo:
You've got it, mister!
Nash:
Down to a tee!
Judge:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
(So the Skulkin brothers never actually encountered Mr Windibank? Is that really true, I wonder...)
Ryunosuke:
(That's it? That's the full extent of their testimony?)
Iris:
What is it, Runo? You look very fierce! I could pour you some herbal tea if you're tired?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...thank you, but I'm fine. Being such a logical thinker, you'll probably laugh... ...but I feel as though these brothers are still hiding something. Something important. It is nothing more than a feeling, though. I've no proof to support it.
Iris:
Hm... Well, feelings can be very logical at times.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
People's expressions...the movement of their eyes... the words they choose... You can take all that in and your brain will quietly analyse it to come up with a 'feeling' like you describe. You've concluded that there's something suspicious about this testimony without knowing why, that's all. I think you should trust your instincts.
Ryunosuke:
Iris...thank you... (...Sometimes I think if she's ten years old, I must be five.)
Ryunosuke:
So you're saying... ...that on the night in question, the victim, Mr Windibank, was wielding a gun, is that correct?
Nash:
That's it, guv. You've got the picture.
Ringo:
'E has, Nash, 'e has. No question!
Ryunosuke:
And yet...photographic evidence obtained immediately after the incident clearly shows... ...that Mr Windibank was not holding a firearm of any description!
Ringo:
Eh?! You wot?!
Nash:
Gordon Bennett! That ain't right!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
There can be no question that the victim's revolver was used in the incident. I would remind the court that Mr Windibank's gun was found at the scene. Not only was it identified as the murder weapon...but it was found in the accused's hand!
Nash:
Yeah! That moll-tooler used the victim's own gun to finish 'im off!
'Gimme that gun! BAM!'
Ringo:
...Kind o' thing!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Stay exactly where you are! Right there!
Ringo:
Eh?
Ryunosuke:
If the crime had taken place as you've so colourfully described in your testimony... ...it would give rise to an undeniable and significant inconsistency in the final moments you just acted out.
Judge:
Goodness! Are you sure, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
You intrigue me, my learned friend. ...But let's see some evidence to support your claim. Where is the proof that demonstrates this inconsistency in the witnesses' portrayal of the victim's final moments?
Present Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
According to their testimony... ...the witnesses claim to have heard a shout of 'Give me that gun!' followed by the gunshot.
Judge:
Indeed. With the two events happening almost simultaneously, or so we've been led to believe.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. Now, if that testimony is true... ...it would mean that at the moment of death, the victim and his attacker would have been facing each other. However...in the autopsy report, it clearly states... ...that the victim died instantly after being shot from behind.
Leads to:
"Ah."
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
According to their testimony... ...the witnesses claim to have heard a shout of 'Give me that gun!' followed by the gunshot.
Judge:
Indeed. With the two events happening almost simultaneously, or so we've been led to believe.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. Now, if that testimony is true... ...it would mean that at the moment of death, the victim and his attacker would have been facing each other. However...if I could ask the court to study the photograph of the victim's body again... ...you can clearly see that Mr Windibank was in fact shot from behind.
Leads to:
"Ah."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I believe this is all the proof you need!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Unfortunately not. I require proof that actually proves something, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (I knew it was a long shot...)
Van Zieks:
It would appear that you have failed to grasp even the bare bones of this case. Perhaps your level of intellect is better suited to the theatricals of these witnesses than advocacy.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
'Gimme that gun! BAM!'
Ringo:
...Kind o' thing! Wanna take the stage wiv us, eh?
Nash:
You could be Sulky if ya like!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAARGH! (Nash, Ringo and Sulky's Kabuki theatre troupe... No, it would never take off.)
Judge:
I believe the counsel for the defence still wishes to pursue his career in the courts, Lord van Zieks.
Leads back to:
"You intrigue me, my learned friend."
Ah.
Ryunosuke:
So, as I stated before... ...there is an undeniable inconsistency in your testimony, Mr and Mr Skulkin!
NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Nash:
But! But! But it's the God's 'onest troof!
Ringo:
It is, Nash, it is! When 'e woz shot that night...
Nash:
...The shopkeeper 'ad a gun in 'is 'and! We saw it wiv our own bleedin' eyes!
Ryunosuke:
Did I hear you right just now? You actually 'saw' Mr Windibank holding a gun?
Ringo:
Erm...
Nash:
...Summat like that might've slipped out.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Ladies and gentlemen, you have all just heard the admission by these two witnesses... ...that on the night in question, they actually saw, with their own eyes, the victim wielding a gun. Which can only mean that despite their testimony to the contrary... ...the Skulkin brothers must have encountered the victim in person!
Nash:
Ah...erm...
Ringo:
Erm, Nash, erm!
NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Witnesses! Explain yourselves at once!
Nash:
Well...the thing is... It weren't s'posed to, um...
Van Zieks:
It would seem...that my previous warning fell on deaf ears. I made it quite clear that false witness...would be the death of you.
...!
Judge:
Am I to understand that you replaced the untruths of your original testimony with renewed lies?
Nash:
Um...ever so sorry, guvnor! Troof is, see...we, um...
Ringo:
Cut it out, Nash, cut it out! If we blab now, ya know wot 'e'll do to us...
Ryunosuke:
('He'? Who are they talking about?)
Van Zieks:
Let me make your position here perfectly clear. You will talk. There is no other option available to you.
Ringo:
Ugh...
Nash:
Bruv, come on! The game's up!
Ringo:
B-But 'e'll 'ave our guts fer garters!
Ryunosuke:
In case it hasn't quite sunk in yet... ...no matter how hard you try to hide it...the truth will come out!
Nash:
Ugh...um...
Judge:
On the night in question, it is now apparent that you brothers met face to face with the victim. I demand that you testify again to explain the precise circumstances under which this meeting took place!
Nash:
Erm...well...
Ringo:
...Do we 'ave to?
Van Zieks:
On pain of death. I suggest you make yourselves fully aware that this is your very last chance to tell the truth.
Witness Testimony
- Encounter with the Victim -
Ringo:
Alright, so we'd just got inside the gaff and 'eaved a sigh o' relief when the geezer showed 'is mug!
Nash:
'Gimme that gun!' 'e bellowed, and then 'e flew at us like 'e woz possessed! I thought we'd 'ad it!
Ringo:
For an old geezer, the bloke woz strong as an ox. 'E chucked me over the counter!
Nash:
I pulled me gun on 'im, an' then 'e legged it fru that door into the back room!
Ringo:
We never 'ad nuffin' to do wiv killin' 'im! That's all wot 'appened, I swear!
Van Zieks:
So you're now telling us that moments before the victim was killed in the storeroom... ...you in fact encountered him in the main part of the shop.
Nash:
Um...well...yeah. S-Sorry...
Judge:
Well... ...we find ourselves at an interesting juncture. This changes matters considerably.
Nash:
But, but honest, guvnor, this time...
Ringo:
This time, Nash, this time... we ain't got nuffin' more to 'ide!
Judge:
Very well. Counsel for the Defence, you may proceed with your cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord! (This is it! The moment I've been waiting for!)
Cross-Examination
- Encounter with the Victim -
Ringo:
Alright, so we'd just got inside the gaff and 'eaved a sigh o' relief when the geezer showed 'is mug!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When you say 'geezer', I presume you mean the victim and proprietor of the shop, Mr Windibank?
Ringo:
Who else- ...Sorry, I mean, that's right!
Nash:
We woz keepin' a close eye on the entrance to the gaff, obviously. But we never thought no one woz gonna come outta the back room like that!
Ryunosuke:
The back room being the pawnbrokery's storeroom?
Ringo:
Yeah, that must be where 'e popped up from. Only place 'e could've been.
Van Zieks:
So it would seem the victim was already in the storeroom when these brothers entered the premises.
Iris:
Which means...Ginny must have been in there at that point as well.
Ryunosuke:
But that doesn't make sense...does it? If Gina had threatened Mr Windibank into the storeroom with her at gunpoint... ...then why would he have emerged from the same room all alone when the brothers arrived?
Iris:
Oh, I...don't know...
Ryunosuke:
Did you see the accused at that time?
Ringo:
Wot, that moll-tooler? Couldn't tell ya!
Nash:
No way, cobber! We 'ad bigger fish to fry then! I mean the old geezer just lost it!
Nash:
'Gimme that gun!' 'e bellowed, and then 'e flew at us like 'e woz possessed! I thought we'd 'ad it!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You mentioned that Mr Windibank shouted those words in your previous testimony, too. However, you claimed that you heard him yelling them on the other side of the storeroom door.
Nash:
Oh...um... Hehe. ...Did we?
Ryunosuke:
But the truth is, he he was shouting those words at you, wasn't he?
Nash:
Erm...well... Hehe. ...Yeah.
Van Zieks:
Was the victim - Mr Windibank - wielding a gun at the time?
Ringo:
Woz 'e ever! Blimey lummy! A great ugly barrel 'e 'ad, pointed straight at me frontispiece!
Ryunosuke:
So what you're saying is... ...you definitely saw Mr Windibank with the gun at that time. Is that right?
Ringo:
It is, guv, it is. Spot on.
Nash:
Then all of a sudden 'e came at us, 'e did!
Ringo:
It woz bedlam! I didn't know who woz goin' for who!
Ryunosuke:
...You were clearly all going for each other.
Ringo:
Like Nash said, we thought we'd 'ad it. I mean...
Ringo:
For an old geezer, the bloke woz strong as an ox. 'E chucked me over the counter!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I noted that you mentioned the counter in your previous testimony, too.
Ringo:
Well...yeah...'course we did!
Nash:
'E knocked over a load o' books, a candlestick and some skull wotnot.
Ringo:
That got tangled in some marionette, wot knocked over a picture frame, wot knocked them scales on the floor.
Ryunosuke:
So in fact, it wasn't the sound of the gunshot that shocked you and made you knock those things off the counter?
Nash:
Well...'big' bruv 'ere went flyin' over that counter like a gunshot, I can tell ya! Then the old geezer pinned 'im!
Ringo:
'E did, Nash, 'e did! If you 'adn't been there, the bloke would've flattened me like a bloomin' pancake in seconds!
Van Zieks:
At the time in question, the alarm was raised at the local police station via a secret cable from the pawnbrokery. There is a button under the counter used to activate it, which was presumably pressed by the victim.
Ryunosuke:
(That's right... When the brothers fled the scene and back onto the street... ...they ran straight into the arriving police, didn't they?)
Iris:
Poor Mr Windibank... He did everything he could to protect his shop...
Nash:
I pulled me gun on 'im, an' then 'e legged it fru that door into the back room!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Were you intending to shoot Mr Windibank?
Nash:
Nah nah nah nah! Never! I, I woz just...ya know... Lookin' out fer me bruv, weren't I? 'E woz bein' flattened, don't forget!
Ryunosuke:
...By a man whose shop was being burgled, yes.
Van Zieks:
And then? The man fled into the storeroom when you pointed your gun at him, is that it?
Nash:
Yeah, that's it. 'E shoved me away, then ran off fru that door an' shut 'imself in!
Ryunosuke:
......... (There's something about that last remark... Something that doesn't quite ring true.)
Iris:
Hm...I wonder why Mr Windibank ran away into the storeroom...
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
Well, according to what everyone's saying... ...Ginny was in there waiting for him...with a gun.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (Yes, that's right.) Gina allegedly used Mr Windibank's gun to threaten him and force him to open the storeroom door. In which case...how did the gun end up in Mr Windibank's hands again?
Iris:
I have no idea... But that is strange, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(This little inconsistency could be significant. I should make a mental note of it.)
Nash:
Look, the point is, me an' me bruv 'ere...
Ringo:
That's right, Nash, that's right! Me an' me bruv 'ere...
Ringo:
We never 'ad nuffin' to do wiv killin' 'im! That's all wot 'appened, I swear!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You say you had nothing to do with it?
Nash:
Nuffin' at all!
Ringo:
Nuffin', guv, nuffin'! The old geezer went and shut 'imself in the back room, didn't 'e?
Nash:
Locked, it woz. From the inside.
Ringo:
We know it woz, cos we tried to open it.
Nash:
But it's a decent door, that one. Good an' strong. Wouldn't budge an inch!
Van Zieks:
So in the end, the situation remains unchanged.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Inside the storeroom with the pawnbroker there was only one other person. The sole person  who could possibly have shot the victim: the accused, Miss Gina Lestrade!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Judge:
Hm... It would indeed appear so. What say you to that, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know...) Was there anyone else apart from Gina who could possibly have shot Mr Windibank?
There's no one else
Ryunosuke:
(He's right. Gina's the only one. There was no one else in the room!)
Iris:
With an attitude like that, Runo, it really will be all over.
Ryunosuke:
(Now a ten-year-old is reading the expression on my face...)
Iris:
Well, you just don't have that many. Wide-eyed, sweating, smug and happy. That's about it!
Ryunosuke:
(Surely there's more than that... isn't there?)
Iris:
Aaanyway...I think you might want to consider some other possibilities here. ...Or rather, I think you have to. Otherwise we won't get anywhere. ...Or rather, YOU won't get anywhere. I'm just here for moral support, remember.
Leads back to cross-examination
There could have been!
Ryunosuke:
Mr and Mr Skulkin!
Nash:
Eh?! Wot?
Ringo:
Wot's that look for?
Ryunosuke:
From the moment you admitted that you'd encountered the victim face to face that night... ...the course of this trial changed completely.
Nash:
It did?
Van Zieks:
What is your point...my learned friend?
Ryunosuke:
The question we must answer is who could have shot Mr Windibank. And it is the belief of the defence that the defendant is not the only possible answer at all.
Van Zieks:
You have my attention. In that case...let us return to this plan of the premises. The victim was killed in the storeroom, which was locked from the inside. Those are the facts. So pray...what other possible answer to the question of who shot the man could there be?
Judge:
Counsel... ...you must now provide answers to the court in respect of two conundrums.
Ryunosuke:
Two...My Lord? (...Twice as many chances to be right, maybe?)
Judge:
Indeed. Namely... ...from what location did the culprit shoot the victim? And furthermore... ...where was the victim at the time?
Ryunosuke:
......... Understood, My Lord.
Iris:
Are you alright, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
I'm not entirely sure. But there's one thing I am sure about. If I can prove that there's a credible new alternative to what happened... ...it would change Gina's prospects hugely!
Van Zieks:
So now...time for some clarity. Show the court on this plan the answers to the questions posed by His Lordship. If you believe someone else could have killed the victim, indicate from where that person could have fired the gun!
Present anywhere
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The defence believes that the culprit could have shot the victim from this location here.
Van Zieks:
......... And in answer to the second question... Assuming the culprit fired from the location indicated, where was the victim at the time?
Present storeroom (after presenting main shop)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The culprit shot the victim from outside the storeroom!"
Present storeroom (after presenting storeroom)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The defence believes that the victim would have been in this position here.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
What your answers in fact show... ...is that your own position is as absurd as those you have indicated on the plan.
Ryunosuke:
What are you saying?
Judge:
What Lord van Zieks is saying, Counsel... ...is that your answers are clearly flawed!
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAGH! (...I knew it. It's twice as many chances to be wrong.)
Iris:
So the questions are: from where did the culprit shoot the victim, and where was the victim at the time? Well... ...you have to at least choose a place that's outside the storeroom, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Iris:
I mean, if you're saying that someone shot Mr Windibank from inside the storeroom, they'll just say it was Ginny.
Ryunosuke:
......... You're right. (What's the best move here? Should I try again, or gather more information first?)
Give it a try
Ryunosuke:
The defence would like to point out the locations again!
Van Zieks:
Well well, you appear to be a glutton for punishment.
Leads back to:
"So now...time for some clarity."
Leave it
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, I would like to consider the situation a little more before giving my answers again.
Van Zieks:
Consider the situation as much as you like. The answers do not exist.
Judge:
Very well. The court will hear from the witnesses again while you deliberate, Counsel.
Leads back to cross-examination
Otherwise
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The defence believes that the victim would have been in this position here.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
What your answers in fact show... ...is that your own position is as absurd as those you have indicated on the plan.
Ryunosuke:
What are you saying?
Judge:
What Lord van Zieks is saying, Counsel... ...is that your answers are clearly flawed!
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAGH! (...I knew it. It's twice as many chances to be wrong.)
Iris:
So the questions are: from where did the culprit shoot the victim, and where was the victim at the time? Well... ...I don't see why we can't show that someone other than Ginny could have done it in the storeroom, do you?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's the right way of looking at it, I suppose. Someone other than Gina in the storeroom... (What's the best move here? Should I try again, or gather more information first?)
Give it a try
Ryunosuke:
The defence would like to point out the locations again!
Van Zieks:
Well well, you appear to be a glutton for punishment.
Leads back to:
"So now...time for some clarity."
Leave it
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, I would like to consider the situation a little more before giving my answers again.
Van Zieks:
Consider the situation as much as you like. The answers do not exist.
Judge:
Very well. The court will hear from the witnesses again while you deliberate, Counsel.
Leads back to cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
(So that's all these brothers are willing to reveal this time, is it?)
Iris:
They're still hiding something, don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm sure of it. And not just a minor detail, either.
Iris:
It was almost certainly because of these two that poor Mr Windibank...well... You can't let them get away with it, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
I know. (But I get the feeling... ...that there's even less evidence at my disposal this time to prove that they did it.)
Iris:
We've come so far... Now it's time to finish them off!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I'll do my best.
Ryunosuke:
The culprit shot the victim from outside the storeroom!
Van Zieks:
......... Continue.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Windibank died instantly from a bullet wound in his back. Looking at the stain of blood on the storeroom floor, it doesn't appear that the body was moved after death. Which tells us that he was almost certainly shot while he was in the storeroom. However, the crucial point is, where was the shooter when the fatal bullet was fired?
Judge:
So you are adamant...that the shot was fired from outside the storeroom?
Ryunosuke:
Well, according to the Skulkin brothers' earlier testimony...
Nash:
I pulled me gun on 'im, an' then 'e legged it fru that door into the back room!
Ryunosuke:
If Mr Windibank ran away through the door... ...we have to assume that the door was open at the time.
Judge:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
It was at precisely that moment, when the victim was fleeing for his life... ...that these brothers had the perfect opportunity to shoot the man in the back once he was inside the storeroom!
NAAAAAAAAAGH!
GAAAAAAAAAGH!
Van Zieks:
...!
Iris:
Come to think of it...do you remember what the prosecutor said at the start of the trial?
Van Zieks:
Moving on to the findings of Scotland Yard's coroner... His report states that the bullet entered the body on a rising diagonal trajectory.
Van Zieks:
It means...the victim was likely shot by someone significantly shorter in height than himself.
Iris:
Poor man... Shot while he was running as fast as he could to safety...
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Of course! He would have been leaning forward as he was running away. So even if the bullet was fired horizontally, it would still have entered his body on an upward trajectory!
Iris:
So the culprit isn't necessarily someone shorter than Mr Windibank!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
I'm sure my learned friend can't have forgotten... ...that the storeroom door was found closed, and...locked from the inside. You claim the victim was shot as he fled into the room. Do you also claim his corpse was dexterous enough to turn the key in the lock?
Ryunosuke:
Agh! But...but... ...what if someone else locked the door? Yes! There is someone else who could have locked the storeroom door!
Van Zieks:
Is that so?
Judge:
Very well then, Counsel. Present your hypothesis to the court. In the scenario just described... ...the defence's assertion is that the victim was shot from outside the storeroom. In which case, who shut and locked the storeroom door from the inside?
Present Gina Lestrade profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Obviously, the person who locked the door was the only other person inside the storeroom at the time..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, that person could only have been...
Iris:
Just a moment, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
Hm? What? I'm just about to point dramatically at the prosecution and unveil an amazing revelation!
Iris:
Sorry, but just before you do, maybe you should take a deep breath and think things through one more time? The storeroom was locked from the inside. So whoever locked it must have been inside, too...don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, like Mr Windibank, you mean?
Iris:
Well yes, except that he was dead. But there's someone else it could have been. Only one other person, really.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... (Only one other?)
Judge:
You're out of time, I'm afraid. ...For which you must be penalised.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (There's a time limit?)
Judge:
Now then, let me pose the question again.
Leads back to:
"In the scenario just described..."
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, the person who locked the door was the only other person inside the storeroom at the time... ...the defendant, Miss Gina Lestrade!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
That's absurd! You're suggesting that the accused deliberately engineered the sealed room? For what possible reason?! Such actions would only serve to tighten the noose around her neck!
Judge:
I am inclined to agree, I must say. ...Well, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
......... Ah...yes...that's a tricky one, that...isn't it?
Judge:
Half-baked notions have no place in my courtroom, Counsel. Remember that, please.
Iris:
But of course Ginny would have locked the door. It almost goes without saying, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
It, it does?
Iris:
Well if I was Ginny in that situation... ...I know I would have locked the door. As quickly as I could! I mean... ...those two burglars had just fired a gun in her direction, hadn't they?
Ryunosuke:
(Oh yes! Obviously...) Before the two brothers arrived, Miss Lestrade and Mr Windibank were in the storeroom together. Now...I don't know what went on between them at that time, but at some point... ...Mr Windibank must have heard the intruders breaking into his shop, and left the storeroom.
Ringo:
Intruders, eh? ...That's us, bruv!
Van Zieks:
If your theory is correct, that would leave the accused alone in the storeroom.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, it would. Then, probably only moments later, the victim fled back through the storeroom door hoping to escape danger.
*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
Hit in the back by the bullet, Mr Windibank fell to the floor where he was, just inside the storeroom. And what we have to ask ourselves now is, what would the defendant have done in that moment?
Nash:
Ah! I, I see where yer goin' wiv this!
Ryunosuke:
Outside the storeroom was a terrifying killer who had just murdered Mr Windibank. As soon as that thought struck Miss Lestrade, she slammed the door shut and locked it... ...in order to save her own life!
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
...!
???:
Hold it!
Nash:
But, but I ain't- I mean, we ain't the ones who dunnit!
Ringo:
We ain't, guv, we ain't! You've gotta believe us! I mean, come on! We'd never shoot no one!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That's blatantly untrue! I know for a fact that you would. Because before my own eyes...you shot Mr Herlock Sholmes!
Ringo:
...!
Nash:
...!
Ryunosuke:
There is only one logical conclusion here. Mr and Mr Skulkin, you brothers had every opportunity... ...to have been the true perpetrators of Mr Windibank's murder!
Nash:
Ah...em...um...
Ringo:
Erm...em...ugh...
NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Where, where does this leave us?
You mean to say it wasn't the pickpocket who shot the pawnbroker after all?
I should have known it was those three brothers! They look as shady as a dense forest!
Iris:
That was amazing, Runo! All the members of the jury seem to be firmly on your side now!
Ryunosuke:
I know! First time ever! And probably the last...
Iris:
Well, I think you've done it! Surely they'll have to give a verdict of not-
Van Zieks:
...Keh...heh...heh... An admirable effort...my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
...! (What's this now? He's laughing?)
Judge:
You find the situation amusing, Lord van Zieks? I myself find the defence's argument most persuasive. 
Van Zieks:
I dare say... ...such chicanery is the bread and butter of the street performers in your provincial Eastern nation. But such blatantly malicious conjuring tricks amount to nothing more than inexcusable pettifoggery here.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Van Zieks:
The hypothesis you put forward so ostensibly credibly cannot, and will not stand. Because, you see, it contains a fatal flaw!
Ryunosuke:
A, a fatal flaw?!
Van Zieks:
...Do you mean to tell me that you're unaware of your logic's failing?
Juror No. 1:
I say! Lord van Zieks... Might be an idea to explain this bally conjuring trick or whatever it is to the troops on the ground, hm?
Van Zieks:
The fatal flaw in my learned friend's argument is really very simple to understand... ...assuming you're not too dim-witted to count bullets!
Juror No. 1:
By George! Count bullets?!
Iris:
Oh dear... ...he noticed then.
Ryunosuke:
Huh? (What's everyone talking about?)
Van Zieks:
Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, sir?!
Van Zieks:
Tell the court, how many bullets were found at the scene of the crime?
Ryunosuke:
Um...two. Two bullets.
Van Zieks:
Correct. The first, that which hit the victim in the back, ending his life. And the second, that which struck the 'detective', Mr Herlock Sholmes, on his arrival at the scene.
Judge:
Indeed. The defence presented a picture showing the damage caused by the second bullet earlier in the proceedings. The bullet which injured Mr Sholmes appears to have passed through his body to strike the calendar.
Van Zieks:
Your Lordship's understanding is correct. Furthermore, we know there are two firearms involved in the incident. The revolver belonging to the victim, Mr Windibank... ...and the Skulkin brothers' revolver. The evidence shows that a single bullet was fired from each gun.
Judge:
Yes! Indeed it does! A single bullet from each!
Van Zieks:
Now then, my learned friend...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
You yourself told the court only moments ago... ...that these two brothers shot Mr Herlock Sholmes right before your eyes.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I, I did!
Juror No. 3:
Oh my goodness! I, I think you'll find...
Juror No. 4:
That if the single bullet that was fired from the brothers' gun hit Mr Sholmes, it means...
Juror No. 5:
Windibank not shot by same gun! Stop. Only one bullet! Stop.
Van Zieks:
...Exactly. Yes, this Nipponese street performer presented an ostensibly credible argument. ...However! It was never anything more than a diversionary trick with no hope of standing up to scrutiny!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh............ UWAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!!
Van Zieks:
...Pray forgive the discourtesy of flinging the dregs of this hallowed nectar into the public gallery...
Judge:
L-Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
...but this court needs to open its eyes. The accused, Miss Gina Lestrade, is no ordinary little girl. Despite her young years, she can, regrettably, no longer be described as a juvenile. No, the person in the dock is far from a law-abiding citizen. She has a past riddled with criminal conduct!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Van Zieks:
The truth is, the accused broke into the pawnbrokery on the night in question with loathsome intent... ...as we can see beyond doubt in this print which depicts her threatening the victim with the murder weapon!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Van Zieks:
And I have here in my possession one more piece of evidence the prosecution wishes to present.
Ryunosuke:
...! (That disk!)
Gregson:
I'll be takin' that whatever-it-is of McGilded's down to the Yard, thank you very much!
Gina:
No, don't! Don't give it to 'im! It's mine, that is! Mine!
Gregson:
I'm sorry, miss... ...but anythin' belongin' to McGilded has to be taken in as evidence now.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, that music box disk... McGilded's music box disk...)
Van Zieks:
The very day before the hateful murder of Mr Windibank... ...the accused attempted to make off with this article, which clearly doesn't belong to her. And with none of the subtlety of a pickpocket, I might add. But by brute force and brazen impudence.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Van Zieks:
Make no mistake! Any sympathy for the accused on account of her years is misguided and dangerous! There are no depths to which this girl would not stoop if pushed. No crime she would not commit. ...The court forgets that fact at its peril.
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Judge:
Hm...I see... I think it would be prudent to take this music box disk into evidence, Counsel. As a grim testament to the defendant's character.
???:
Hold it!
Gregson:
Um...Lord van Zieks...I, um...
Ryunosuke:
(Inspector Gregson...what...?)
Van Zieks:
Yes, Inspector?
Gregson:
We had a meetin' yesterday at the Yard with the prosecution service, and, um... ...I, I think it was agreed that that disk wouldn't be used as evidence.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(What's this all about? Why is the inspector acting strangely? That's the first time he's said anything to van Zieks at all...)
Van Zieks:
I am unaware of any such meeting.
Gregson:
But! But those were the instructions, right from the top. The government bigwigs were insistent!
Van Zieks:
Inspector, I am the prosecutor, and I alone determine how to present my case. Your warning is noted. ...Thank you.
Gregson:
...!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution wishes to proceed with submitting this disk as evidence, My Lord.
Judge:
In-Indeed. Bailiff!
The music box disk has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution has established the accused's motive, opportunity and baseness of character. There is nothing more to add. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I await your informed decisions...and rest my case.
Examine evidence
Music Box Disk
Bloodstain
Iris:
Oh! Runo, look! This is blood!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. (Just a small smear, but definitely blood. Actually, I feel as though I might have noticed that before...)
Iris:
Haha! Then it's my time to shine again! I thought I'd be waiting forever! Alright, hold still with that disk, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Can we get this done quickly, Iris?
Iris:
In a flash! Ooh! A lovely bright shade again.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Wait, that colour...)
Iris:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
It's just...that green, it... ...it's not the first time we've seen that colour, is it?
The blood samples portfolio has been updated in the Court Record.
Bloodstain (subsequent times)
Iris:
So this is blood! Probably from somebody's fingertip.
Ryunosuke:
Well deduced. But not just somebody's fingertip... Mr Benedict's fingertip.
Iris:
The man dressed all in white?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It happened that afternoon in Windibank's. Gina tried to snatch this disk out of the man's hands, and the sharp little bumps cut his thumb.
Iris:
So the lesson is, if someone tries to grab a music box disk from you, let go quickly.
Ryunosuke:
...The lesson is don't snatch things, surely?
Note on back
Iris:
'For McGilded'... That's the man you defended in court a couple of months ago, isn't it, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Or rather, mistakenly defended.
Iris:
I wonder what his name is doing on the back of this disk...
Ryunosuke:
That's a question I'd love to know the answer to myself.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't believe it... I had the jury on my side for once, for all of five minutes...)
Iris:
Oh dear... It wasn't even for five minutes, Runo...
???:
My Lord!
Juror No. 1:
Wonder if I might say something at this point?
Judge:
Proceed, Mr Foreman.
Juror No. 1:
Been stumbling about in a bit of a fog up to now, if truth be told. But all of a sudden... ...the answer's bally obvious to me and my men! There's only one thing for it!
Ryunosuke:
(Oh no!)
Judge:
Very well. The court will hear from the jury. Ladies and gentlemen, you will present your leanings as to the defendant's culpability.
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
We have a consensus among the jury, it seems.
Van Zieks:
When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains...must be the truth.
Iris:
That's, that's my line! I wrote that! For Hurley! Argh! How dare he use it against us?!
Ryunosuke:
Don't worry, Iris. I don't think we're finished yet. (There's still more to this case than we realise. There must be, because there's one thing that I'm absolutely certain of. Gina didn't shoot Mr Windibank! That's beyond any doubt!)
Judge:
Very well... ...we will proceed with the second summation examination of the day. Mr Foreman, are you and the other jurors ready?
Juror No. 1:
Garrideb Squadron is primed and ready for action, sir!
Judge:
Very good. So, ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...you will each explain on what grounds you have now determined the defendant to be guilty!
Judicial Findings
- The Jurors' Contentions -
Juror No. 1:
Once a rogue always a rogue, I say...hm? Different breed to us law-abiding citizens!
Juror No. 2:
As only two bullets were found at the scene, I would say the whole case is done and dusted.
Juror No. 3:
You don't need a stereoscope to see the truth here. Every which way you look at it, it was that pickpocket!
Juror No. 4:
Hm...I never imagined that simple operation would cause me such grief...
Juror No. 5:
The accused attempted a theft on the previous day. ...I can see I'm in for a busy day ahead.
Juror No. 6:
I am ballistics expert. I have seen many shootings. There is nothing I do not know about guns.
Judge:
Hmmm... It would seem there is little remaining room for doubt.
Juror No. 1:
Have to admit, I was rather bowled over by the argument put forward by the chap in black. But when that fell apart like a house of cards, I saw that I'd jolly well been hoodwinked. Well, no more!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...the whole courtroom is turning against me.)
Iris:
It's not fair!
Ryunosuke:
Iris?
Iris:
That prosecutor's being mean! Just because Ginny's done some things she shouldn't have done in the past... ...that doesn't make her a murderer!
Van Zieks:
Allow me to savour this fruity vintage while I savour the spectacle of your fruitless debate on the matter. Here's to the truth coming out...eventually.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
That's enough preamble. Counsel, proceed with the summation examination.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, My Lord.
Jury Examination
- The Defence's Rebuttal -
Juror No. 1:
Once a rogue always a rogue, I say...hm? Different breed to us law-abiding citizens!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Just because Miss Lestrade has a history of pickpocketing, she must be guilty of murder, is that what you're saying?
Juror No. 1:
Ah...well...
Ryunosuke:
Are all members of the British army so quick to judge?
Juror No. 1:
I beg your pardon? Are you mocking Her Majesty's armed forces? The greatest military organisation in the world!
Ryunosuke:
No. I'm simply illustrating my point.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Making assumptions about people because they're a soldier...or a pickpocket...is wrong, and dangerous.
Juror No. 1:
Hmph. Well, yes, might have a point there, I suppose. But let's not forget the girl had already shown she had it in her from before. She's clearly a criminal sort through and through. Can't deny it.
Ryunosuke:
When you say that she'd 'shown she had it in her'...are you referring to this?
Juror No. 1:
Exactly. Tried to swipe that only a day earlier, hm? Or am I mistaken?
Ryunosuke:
...Not exactly. (Given that I was actually there at the time, it's hard to refute that.)
Iris:
I've never actually seen the real thing. I can't wait to have a closer look at it!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, of course... Mr Sholmes did use his caramel bars to make a copy of the disk, didn't he. (And then ordered every type of music box he could find from across Europe...)
Iris:
We still don't know what tune it plays though, do we? But I'd love to see how the original compares to Hurley's copy.
Ryunosuke:
(McGilded's disk... Could it be a clue somehow? Perhaps we should examine it in more detail...)
Juror No. 2:
As only two bullets were found at the scene, I would say the whole case is done and dusted.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
It's the number of bullets that has you convinced?
Juror No. 2:
Only two bullets were fired, and the two guns that fired them have been examined by the police. When the parlour maid asks me how many are invited for dinner, I always tell her to count the table settings.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, that's logical, I suppose.)
Juror No. 2:
Although...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Juror No. 2:
...sometimes after dining, crockery does go missing. One or two guests rather like the fine china.
Ryunosuke:
...Does your employer dine with thieves?
Juror No. 2:
So I suppose... ...if there was another bullet somewhere of which we were unaware... ...I'd have to reconsider my position.
Ryunosuke:
(...A third bullet somewhere on the scene? Could that be possible?)
It's impossible
Ryunosuke:
Unfortunately... ...only two bullets were discovered by the police during their investigation.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, I know.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Juror No. 2:
And I don't imagine the good men of Scotland Yard would have overlooked anything. If I missed a bullet while I was cleaning His Lordship's office, well! I should receive a sound scolding, I don't doubt.
Ryunosuke:
...And he should receive a visit from the police, perhaps. It sounds like a crime scene to me.
Iris:
Hm, a third bullet....
Ryunosuke:
It would completely turn things around if there was one, wouldn't it?
Iris:
...Do you think we might find one lying around somewhere?
Leads back to cross-examination
I can prove it!
Ryunosuke:
Allow me to show you, then...the third bullet!
Present The Third Bullet
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Here it is."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I, um...don't suppose this would pass as the third bullet?
Van Zieks:
It passes for a bullet as much as you pass for a lawyer... my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
(Coming from you, I'm going to take that as meaning, 'not much'.)
Van Zieks:
In no way does it resemble a bullet...if that helps your understanding of my last remark.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Counsel, at the very least I would expect the evidence you present to be of the correct form!
Ryunosuke:
(...It's been a long day.)
Iris:
Let's actually try to find this third bullet before we attempt that again, Runo.
Leads back to cross-examination
Juror No. 3:
You don't need a stereoscope to see the truth here. Every which way you look at it, it was that pickpocket!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So if I've understood correctly, you need two pictures: a left eye one and a slightly different right eye one.
Juror No. 3:
Eeexactly! Then you can see the scene in three dimensions ...like this!
Ryunosuke:
So...if we have two bullets...I don't suppose you can see anything useful with them?
Juror No. 3:
Hm, I think you'll find... ...that no matter how much you squint, the truth of the situation always looks the same here. The only person who could have shot the victim is that girl in the dock!
Ryunosuke:
How can you be so sure of that?
Juror No. 3:
Think about it! The Skulkin brothers shot the great detective, didn't they?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...that's been mentioned once or twice...
Juror No. 3:
Well then! Surely it's coming into focus now, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(This is a waste of time. I'm not going to change this man's mind any time soon.)
Juror No. 4:
Hm...I never imagined that simple operation would cause me such grief...
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Would you please stop muttering about things that have nothing to do with this trial, sir? The defendant's life is on the line here!
Juror No. 4:
Hm, well, the thing is... ...I couldn't really say that it is nothing to do with this trial, to be honest.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Juror No. 4:
I mean, there's no question that the man was shot, but the bullet had simply vanished from his stomach. It's quite inexplicable. ...Don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
......... I almost don't want to ask, but this surgery you've been muttering about all this time. You were operating on...
Juror No. 4:
What was the fellow's name now? Herr Lich? ...No. Herr Loch? ...No. Hairlock?
Ryunosuke:
Herlock Sholmes by any chance?
Juror No. 4:
Yes! Good Lord! It was that Hairlock fellow!
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAT?! You're, you're the surgeon that operated on Mr Sholmes?!
Juror No. 4:
That's right. Using the very latest anaesthesia techniques, I might add! It was a fairly major op, I can tell you.
Ryunosuke:
(This is crazy!)
Juror No. 4:
Let me see, the fellow was brought in not long after midnight, if I remember correctly. They said he'd been shot by some criminal or other. So I opened him up like a shot. But the funny thing is, I went over his insides with a fine-tooth comb, and couldn't find the bullet anywhere. So I'm afraid I had to throw up my hands and just stitch the fellow back up.
Ryunosuke:
......... I hate to state the obvious, but...
Juror No. 4:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
...surely that's because the bullet is still at the scene of the shooting!
Judge:
The counsel for the defence is correct. As is clearly shown in this photographic print.
Ryunosuke:
The bullet that the Skulkin brothers fired at Mr Sholmes hit him in the stomach region... ...then exited his body and lodged into the shop wall where the calendar was hanging by the door. I think you'll find it's really quite simple if you just consider the problem three-dimensionally.
Juror No. 4:
Hah! Who do you think I am, son?
Ryunosuke:
...Um, well, 'juror number four' is about the best I can do.
Juror No. 4:
As soon as I saw the wound to the man's stomach, I flipped him over.
Ryunosuke:
...Like a pancake? Are, are you saying that you checked his back?
Juror No. 4:
Of course I did! And there wasn't a trace of injury. No sign that the bullet had left the body at all!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 4:
That's the point! The only logical conclusion was that the bullet was still somewhere in the man's innards! Which is exactly why I set about slicing him up! And I'm still none the wiser, even now! How many times do I have to say it? Can somebody please explain how it happened? Can somebody please solve the mystery!
Ryunosuke:
...It's almost as much of a mystery as how this jury was put together.
Changes Juror No. 4's statement to "The mystery of where that bullet ended up is infuriating! Where's an expert when you need one?"
Juror No. 4:
The mystery of where that bullet ended up is infuriating! Where's an expert when you need one?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes's surgeon is on the jury...? I've experienced some coincidences recently, but this is ridiculous.
Juror No. 4:
I'm as surprised as anyone!
Ryunosuke:
But there's no question that Mr Sholmes was shot?
Juror No. 4:
Well, that's what the police told me when they brought him in.
Iris:
...How bad were his injuries, doctor?
Juror No. 4:
He was in a bad way. He'd lost a huge amount of blood, you know. And I suspect he was shot at quite close range, too. Because his skin was badly burnt around the point of entry.
Ryunosuke:
Burnt?
Juror No. 4:
As I said, I flipped the fellow over and examined his back, but there was no sign of an exit wound. Which is why I thought I'd better locate the lug and pop it out.
Ryunosuke:
And yet you say you found no bullet inside the patient?
Juror No. 4:
Well I wouldn't have done, would I? Because it's in the wall of the pawnbroker's. But how did it get there?! I need someone to solve this mystery before it drives me to insanity! If only there were some expert in ballistics who could help! Even if he looked extremely untrustworthy!
Ryunosuke:
(So we have a disappearing bullet on our hands...)
Pit against Juror No. 6's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict...the idea that all I do is pit jurors against each other!
Juror No. 4:
Ooh! A ballistics expert!
Juror No. 6:
'Pitting'... 'P-i-t-t-...'
Ryunosuke:
On the night in question, Mr Sholmes was shot by one of the Skulkin brothers. But since there was no sign of an exit wound on his back, we must assume the bullet didn't pass through him. However, no bullet was found lodged in Mr Sholmes's body, either. Furthermore... ...a bullet was found lodged in the wall of the shop where Mr Sholmes was shot. Juror number six...
Juror No. 6:
'Hello. My name is Vilen. Pleased to meet you.'
Ryunosuke:
This apparent contradiction in the facts that is so clearly troubling juror number four... Are you able to explain the mystery?
Juror No. 6:
......... I have seen wery similar situation in motherland.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 6:
It was night. There was blizzard. I was running away long mountain round in freezing cold.
Judge:
Golly.
Juror No. 6:
The snow was piling high on both sides of road. It was wery narrow and dangerous. My pursuers had hunting rifles and they were on dog sleds.
Ryunosuke:
(...Mental note: don't ask too many questions.)
Juror No. 6:
I was shot from behind, and I fell down in snow. And this situation was wery similar to what I hear today from doctor. They could not find bullet in my body. And no sign of - how do you say? - exit wound.
Judge:
Then, then where did the bullet go?
Juror No. 6:
Bullet never hit me.
Juror No. 4:
Well if it never hit you, why did you fall down?
Juror No. 6:
Bullet hit frozen wall of ice wery close to my side.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Juror No. 6:
One small piece - wery sharp - broke away from lump of ice and pierced my body. It made deep wound that looks just like bullet wound.
Juror No. 4:
Good gracious...
Juror No. 6:
Of course, piece of ice quickly melted inside me. And that is solution to mystery of disappearing bullet.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Juror No. 6:
.........
Juror No. 4:
But, but that doesn't answer the question at all!
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Juror No. 4:
The shooting happened in a pawnbroker's shop... ...not some snowy mountain road in another country!
Ryunosuke:
......... ...Just an idea, but we might not be looking at EXACTLY the same scenario here.
Iris:
Runo... ...where exactly was Hurley shot again?
Ryunosuke:
Um, well, according to the report, in his stomach. Sort of around this area, I think.
Iris:
Well...that's precisely where he always wears a little pouch on his belt.
Ryunosuke:
A pouch? (Actually, I might have noticed something like that.)
Iris:
Yes, a pouch. It's where he keeps three glass phials of very dangerous chemicals that he uses in his investigations.
Ryunosuke:
What?! (Really?) Doctor! Where is the pouch Mr Sholmes was wearing?
Juror No. 4:
Hm, well... ...the fellow had nothing like that on his person when he arrived at the hospital as far as I remember.
Van Zieks:
If I may...
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks...?
Van Zieks:
While I realise it is forbidden for the prosecution to interject during a summation examination... ...I should inform the defence that I have the pouch in question in the antechamber outside the courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
As I understand it, when the police arrived on the scene and found Mr Sholmes injured... ...they removed the pouch in order to assess the wound.
Juror No. 4:
Ah! Thank goodness. I thought I was getting forgetful for a moment!
Van Zieks:
Since then, it has been in my safekeeping along with all other evidence relating to the case. I can personally vouch for the fact that it has not been touched since the incident occurred.
Judge:
Very well. While extremely unconventional during a summation examination... ...I must demand the prosecution presents the item in question with all speed.
Bring forth Mr Herlock Sholmes's pouch!
Judge:
Hm, I see... So this is the pouch worn by Mr Sholmes on the night in question, is it?
Ryunosuke:
Look at that! One of the phials is broken and the leather around it is scorched black! It's almost as if...the phial exploded!
Judge:
Exploded?
Ryunosuke:
So...that night... ...the bullet from the Skulkin brothers' gun struck Mr Sholmes's pouch.
Juror No. 4:
And it was the glass phial exploding that caused the fellow's injury!
Juror No. 6:
The bullet did not penetrate wictim, but was deflected into wall of shop.
Van Zieks:
......... ...A delightfully complex aroma.
Judge:
Well, it would appear one mystery has been solved at least.
Van Zieks:
Though it has no bearing on the truth of this case.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
The bungling and burgling brothers shot the detective, and the accused shot the pawnbroker. The pertinent facts of the case remain unaltered.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Juror No. 4:
But at least the mystery is solved! I can sleep easy tonight! Thank you, young man!
Juror No. 6:
...Da. 'Thank you wery much.'
Ryunosuke:
...Glad I could help.
Judge:
Due to its bearing on the conundrum just solved, the court will sequester this scruffy pouch as evidence.
Iris:
Hurley's pouch isn't scruffy!
Sholmes's pouch has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Now, the summation examination... It would appear the defence is somewhat struggling to alter opinion, hm?
Ryunosuke:
Please, My Lord! A little more time. (After all, that's a new piece of evidence. It could be a valuable clue. And you can't afford to overlook anything here, Ryunosuke. There's still a way to turn this around...somehow. I'm sure of it!)
Changes Juror No. 4's statement to "Now the mystery of where that bullet ended up has been solved, I feel much better."
Examine evidence
Sholmes's Pouch
Scorch mark on left side
Ryunosuke:
(It's really scorched badly just here...)
Iris:
Oh! The strap is broken, look!
Ryunosuke:
This must be where the bullet hit, then.
Iris:
Let me see...
Bullet
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What the... Iris! Look! Behind where the broken phial was... Do you see it?
Iris:
AAAH! That's... ...the Skulkin brothers' bullet!
Ryunosuke:
(What a stroke of luck that it hit his pouch!) This is an amazing discovery! (What this means is... ...there were three bullets fired at Windibank's that night!)
Iris:
We've found exactly what that juror was talking about! The third bullet!
Ryunosuke:
It's time to press that juror again, I think!
The third bullet has been entered into the Court Record.
Bullet hole (after examining bullet)
Ryunosuke:
(This is where the third bullet was lodged. Imagine what would have happened if it had pierced the leather... Thank goodness Mr Sholmes is going to be alright.)
Scorch mark on left side (after examining bullet)
Ryunosuke:
(It's really scorched badly just here...)
Iris:
Yes, the strap is broken.
Ryunosuke:
Ripped apart by the bullet, obviously. 
Iris:
Let me see...
Hole on back
Ryunosuke:
Oh look...there's a hole here at the back. (It doesn't look much like a bullet hole. But clearly something's ripped through the leather with great force.)
Iris:
Something must have pierced it somehow to have left this hole behind.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it looks that way. Mr Sholmes and his pouch both took a beating, didn't they?
Broken white vial
Ryunosuke:
This phial has been smashed to pieces. Presumably this is where the bullet struck.
Iris:
As soon as the bullet hit the chemical in that phial, there would have been a really big explosion.
Ryunosuke:
A big explosion?!
Iris:
Well Hurley's potions and chemicals are amazingly useful for the investigation work he does. But they're also quite tricky to handle. Safely, at least. They're very dangerous.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Iris:
I'm sure that when this phial broke, the chemical inside would have ignited.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Note to self: Always walk on the right-hand side of Sholmes in future. The left is the danger zone.)
Purple or yellow vial
Iris:
These glass phials are full of Hurley's homemade potions.
Ryunosuke:
Homemade...?
Iris:
Yes, like fingerprint powder to show up where people have touched things... ...and scent-amplifying solution to intensify a smell lingering on an object.
Ryunosuke:
That's...amazing.
Iris:
They're all very easy to use. There's just one thing that you have to be careful of: They're all very flammable.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes is a walking bomb! (Either he's passionate about finding out the truth, or just oblivious to the dangers...)
The Third Bullet
Bullet
Ryunosuke:
This is the bullet that was fired from the Skulkin brothers' gun on the night of the incident.
Iris:
Yes. So it turns out it never actually entered Hurley's body at all.
Ryunosuke:
Thanks to the thick leather of that pouch he was wearing. It saved him.
Iris:
Hehe, Hurley's always lucky like that.
Ryunosuke:
Well...considering what he had to go through in hospital... ...I wonder how lucky he really was.
Iris:
Oh dear...poor Hurley...
Juror No. 4:
Now the mystery of where that bullet ended up has been solved, I feel much better.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Then I ask you to reconsider your leaning, sir!
Juror No. 4:
Oh no, that's another matter entirely.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Juror No. 4:
All I can think about for the moment...is this wonderful sense of relief I have that the mystery is solved. I need some time to let that sink in before I could possibly consider anything else.
Ryunosuke:
Alright... (I thought surgeons had to be able to think quickly...)
Iris:
Perhaps we should leave him alone for now while he savours his inner peace... ...and focus on some of the other jurors?
Ryunosuke:
I suppose we'll have to. ...I wish I had the chance to experience inner peace sometimes.
Juror No. 5:
The accused attempted a theft on the previous day. ...I can see I'm in for a busy day ahead.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, you're in for a busy day?
Juror No. 5:
Forgot to say. Stop. Do excuse me. Stop. I am a communications officer. Stop.
Ryunosuke:
A communications officer? Does that have something to do with sending telegrams?
Juror No. 5:
Everything from personal messages written by members of the public to the latest news in the capital. I convert all the messages into morse code and tap it out to the entire world electronically.
Ryunosuke:
To...the entire world?
Juror No. 5:
Thousands of miles of cable under the sea! Stop. Worldwide communication network! Stop. Information transmitted to and from all corners of globe! Stop.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah yes... ...she was getting equally worked up about radio waves or the like before, wasn't she?)
Juror No. 5:
I specialise in communicating information from government departments and newspaper offices.
Ryunosuke:
I see.
Juror No. 5:
I'm sure I shall have to wire the newspaper reports of today's guilty verdict later. So no sleep for me tonight, I imagine.
Ryunosuke:
(...Let's just finish the trial first, shall we?)
Juror No. 6:
I am ballistics expert. I have seen many shootings. There is nothing I do not know about guns.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I thought...you were just a tourist?
Juror No. 6:
......... 'Good day. I am wisiting London for sightseeing. I would like to take bus to Crystal Tower, please.'
Ryunosuke:
(...There's no way he's just a 'wisiting' tourist.) So...you're a ballistics expert? ...Who knew?
Juror No. 6:
I have much experience with guns.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Juror No. 6:
I have lived through many - how do you say? Em... Extreme...em...wiolent...bath of...em... No. Blood of...em...
Iris:
Ah! Extreme violent bloodbaths, perhaps?
Juror No. 6:
Da! Those! Extreme wiolent bloodbaths! ...English is wery difficult language.
Ryunosuke:
(...Considering the sort of people you associate with, I'm surprised you still have a tongue.)
Juror No. 6:
Anyway. If you have questions about bullets and guns, you ask me. There is nothing I do not know. No mystery I cannot solve.
Ryunosuke:
(He's very confident in his knowledge of guns, that's for sure.)
Juror No. 6:
But...if possible, please, only in Russian language.
Iris:
He's not very confident in his knowledge of English, though, is he?
Ryunosuke:
No... Still, we should bear it in mind. (He's our man if there's a mystery about guns or bullets.)
Pit against Juror No. 4's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict...the idea that all I do is pit jurors against each other!
Juror No. 4:
Ooh! A ballistics expert!
Juror No. 6:
'Pitting'... 'P-i-t-t-...'
Ryunosuke:
On the night in question, Mr Sholmes was shot by one of the Skulkin brothers. But since there was no sign of an exit wound on his back, we must assume the bullet didn't pass through him. However, no bullet was found lodged in Mr Sholmes's body, either. Furthermore... ...a bullet was found lodged in the wall of the shop where Mr Sholmes was shot. Juror number six...
Juror No. 6:
'Hello. My name is Vilen. Pleased to meet you.'
Ryunosuke:
This apparent contradiction in the facts that is so clearly troubling juror number four... Are you able to explain the mystery?
Juror No. 6:
......... I have seen wery similar situation in motherland.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Juror No. 6:
It was night. There was blizzard. I was running away long mountain round in freezing cold.
Judge:
Golly.
Juror No. 6:
The snow was piling high on both sides of road. It was wery narrow and dangerous. My pursuers had hunting rifles and they were on dog sleds.
Ryunosuke:
(...Mental note: don't ask too many questions.)
Juror No. 6:
I was shot from behind, and I fell down in snow. And this situation was wery similar to what I hear today from doctor. They could not find bullet in my body. And no sign of - how do you say? - exit wound.
Judge:
Then, then where did the bullet go?
Juror No. 6:
Bullet never hit me.
Juror No. 4:
Well if it never hit you, why did you fall down?
Juror No. 6:
Bullet hit frozen wall of ice wery close to my side.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Juror No. 6:
One small piece - wery sharp - broke away from lump of ice and pierced my body. It made deep wound that looks just like bullet wound.
Juror No. 4:
Good gracious...
Juror No. 6:
Of course, piece of ice quickly melted inside me. And that is solution to mystery of disappearing bullet.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Juror No. 6:
.........
Juror No. 4:
But, but that doesn't answer the question at all!
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Juror No. 4:
The shooting happened in a pawnbroker's shop... ...not some snowy mountain road in another country!
Ryunosuke:
......... ...Just an idea, but we might not be looking at EXACTLY the same scenario here.
Iris:
Runo... ...where exactly was Hurley shot again?
Ryunosuke:
Um, well, according to the report, in his stomach. Sort of around this area, I think.
Iris:
Well...that's precisely where he always wears a little pouch on his belt.
Ryunosuke:
A pouch? (Actually, I might have noticed something like that.)
Iris:
Yes, a pouch. It's where he keeps three glass phials of very dangerous chemicals that he uses in his investigations.
Ryunosuke:
What?! (Really?) Doctor! Where is the pouch Mr Sholmes was wearing?
Juror No. 4:
Hm, well... ...the fellow had nothing like that on his person when he arrived at the hospital as far as I remember.
Van Zieks:
If I may...
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks...?
Van Zieks:
While I realise it is forbidden for the prosecution to interject during a summation examination... ...I should inform the defence that I have the pouch in question in the antechamber outside the courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
As I understand it, when the police arrived on the scene and found Mr Sholmes injured... ...they removed the pouch in order to assess the wound.
Juror No. 4:
Ah! Thank goodness. I thought I was getting forgetful for a moment!
Van Zieks:
Since then, it has been in my safekeeping along with all other evidence relating to the case. I can personally vouch for the fact that it has not been touched since the incident occurred.
Judge:
Very well. While extremely unconventional during a summation examination... ...I must demand the prosecution presents the item in question with all speed.
Bring forth Mr Herlock Sholmes's pouch!
Judge:
Hm, I see... So this is the pouch worn by Mr Sholmes on the night in question, is it?
Ryunosuke:
Look at that! One of the phials is broken and the leather around it is scorched black! It's almost as if...the phial exploded!
Judge:
Exploded?
Ryunosuke:
So...that night... ...the bullet from the Skulkin brothers' gun struck Mr Sholmes's pouch.
Juror No. 4:
And it was the glass phial exploding that caused the fellow's injury!
Juror No. 6:
The bullet did not penetrate wictim, but was deflected into wall of shop.
Van Zieks:
......... ...A delightfully complex aroma.
Judge:
Well, it would appear one mystery has been solved at least.
Van Zieks:
Though it has no bearing on the truth of this case.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
The bungling and burgling brothers shot the detective, and the accused shot the pawnbroker. The pertinent facts of the case remain unaltered.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Juror No. 4:
But at least the mystery is solved! I can sleep easy tonight! Thank you, young man!
Juror No. 6:
...Da. 'Thank you wery much.'
Ryunosuke:
...Glad I could help.
Judge:
Due to its bearing on the conundrum just solved, the court will sequester this scruffy pouch as evidence.
Iris:
Hurley's pouch isn't scruffy!
Sholmes's pouch has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Now, the summation examination... It would appear the defence is somewhat struggling to alter opinion, hm?
Ryunosuke:
Please, My Lord! A little more time. (After all, that's a new piece of evidence. It could be a valuable clue. And you can't afford to overlook anything here, Ryunosuke. There's still a way to turn this around...somehow. I'm sure of it!)
Changes Juror No. 4's statement to "Now the mystery of where that bullet ended up has been solved, I feel much better."
Before Sholmes's Pouch is added to Court Record
Ryunosuke:
(Van Zieks has managed to convince everyone...)
Iris:
'When you have eliminated the impossible...' he said. But he hasn't!
Ryunosuke:
(If we're going to fight back, we need more material. And we have to fight back! We have to turn this trial around again!)
After Sholmes's Pouch is added to Court Record
Iris:
Hurley always turns up at just the right moment!
Ryunosuke:
...Does he always come in the form of a pouch? (Seriously though, it sounds like the great detective was on death's door. But maybe his injuries won't be for nothing. That pouch could be a very valuable clue.)
Ryunosuke:
Here it is. We discovered it just now. Yes! On the night in question in Windibank's pawnbrokery...another bullet was fired!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
What is this new trickery, you Nipponese conjurer?! Where did you find that bullet?
Ryunosuke:
It was lodged inside Mr Sholmes's pouch.
Van Zieks:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
This pouch was removed from around Mr Sholmes's waist before he was taken to hospital. And since then, it has been touched by no one.
Judge:
Do, do you mean to say... ...the shot fired by the Skulkin brothers that night...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. As your Lordship has surmised...it hit this pouch.
Judge:
But that makes no sense whatsoever! We already know the whereabouts of the bullet fired at Mr Sholmes. It's clearly visible in this photographic print!
Juror No. 1:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Two guns from the scene have already been submitted into the Court Record as evidence.
Judge:
Yes. That of Mr Windibank, and that belonging to the Skulkin brothers.
Ryunosuke:
And examination of both guns revealed... ...that only a single bullet had been fired from each.
Juror No. 2:
Ah!
Juror No. 3:
But, but that must mean...
Ryunosuke:
That's right. We now know that on the night in question, three bullets were fired. However! Only two bullets were fired from the guns recovered from the crime scene! And until that incontrovertible inconsistency is somehow explained... ...we cannot and must not pass judgement!
Van Zieks:
Agk......... AAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! While this summation examination remains incomplete, the court has been presented with new facts. Facts that would appear to shake the very foundations upon which the case against the defendant has been built.
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
As is my prerogative in this situation... ...I hereby temporarily suspend the summation examination.
Juror No. 1:
By Jupiter!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Judge:
Bailiff! Bring the witnesses back to the stand at once!
Judge:
Witnesses...
Nash:
Guvnor!
Judge:
Were you listening to proceedings while the defence carried out the summation examination?
Ringo:
We woz, guvnor, we woz!
Van Zieks:
Perhaps we can dispense with the tedious preamble. Simply answer this one question: A third bullet has been identified at the scene of the crime. ...What do you make of that?
Nash:
Make of it, guv? I dun't make nuffin' of nuffin' if I can 'elp it. Um...
Van Zieks:
Is it one of yours?
Ringo:
Gorblimey, guv, gorblimey! Not a chance!
Van Zieks:
In that case...did you have an accomplice?
Nash:
Wot?! Eh? Wot?! Never! The Skulkin bruvvers work alone!
Ringo:
It's just the two of us! That's our trademark!
Ryunosuke:
(...How soon we forget poor Sulky...)
Van Zieks:
Only two of the bullets from the crime scene originated from the firearms we have in evidence. The third bullet was fired from another gun. ...Where is it?
Nash:
Lummy...that's an 'ead-scratcher... .........
Judge:
Hmmm... Counsel for the Defence...
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes?
Judge:
I should like to hear your thoughts regarding these new developments. The third bullet...and the mysterious missing firearm from whence it came.
Ryunosuke:
(Thinking back over all the testimony we've heard and all the evidence we've seen... ...I think I'm starting to form a picture. A picture of what really happened that night.) My Lord, I think it's clear what this third bullet tells us about the Skulkin brothers:
They had a secret accomplice
Ryunosuke:
On that night at Windibank's pawnbrokery...the brothers must have been working with a third man.
Nash:
Erm...
Ryunosuke:
The witnesses are clearly doing their best to cover up the existence of this accomplice... ...but the evidence all points to the fact that there was someone else present! Someone carrying a gun!
Van Zieks:
Leads to:
"...An accomplice, you say?"
They had another gun
Ryunosuke:
On that night at Windibank's pawnbrokery...the brothers must have been in possession of another gun.
Nash:
Erm...
Ryunosuke:
We know that only one bullet was fired from each of the two firearms already in the Court Record. The logical conclusion, therefore... ...is that the brothers were working with an accomplice! An accomplice who was carrying a gun!
Leads to:
"...An accomplice, you say?"
It's nothing to do with them
Ryunosuke:
I believe...it has nothing to do with them.
Nash:
Eh?
Ringo:
Eh, Nash, eh! That's right!
Nash:
Yeah! Nuffin' to do wiv us, guv!
Ryunosuke:
We've established that one bullet was fired from each of the two guns already known to the court. The logical conclusion therefore, is that on the night in question at Mr Windibank's pawnbrokery... ...there was another person present in possession of a third firearm.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Whilst the brothers may have had nothing to do with the third gun or the bullet fired from it... ...it's inconceivable that they had nothing to do with the third man. Yes! The brothers were working with an accomplice! An accomplice who was carrying a gun!
Leads to:
"...An accomplice, you say?"
Van Zieks:
...An accomplice, you say? Pigswill.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
These protracted proceedings have already forced us to endure two summation examinations. Yet in all that time, there has been not a murmur of a third man. If this apparently wraithlike being exists... ...the court must be shown hard evidence! Without it, this fantasy will be crushed.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution demands answers on two counts: Firstly: proof - evidence - that this accomplice was ever at the scene of the crime. And secondly... ...the identity of this spurious character.
Ryunosuke:
(The Skulkins are lying. I know that. But... ...how can I ascertain the identity of the person they're hiding?)
Judge:
Well, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
......... (I'm supposed to prove the existence of this accomplice... and reveal the person's identity, even...) In response to the prosecution's demands, My Lord, the defence is...
Ready to present answers
Ryunosuke:
The defence is ready. I believe I can provide all the answers the prosecution demands.
Van Zieks:
So, my Nipponese friend, despite the swimming eyes, you seem to think you have something to say. This promises to be interesting.
Ryunosuke:
(I have to push forward now. There's no other option. I need to use every single piece of evidence available to me if it will make a difference...)
Leads to:
"In that case, Counsel, I would ask you to present the evidence without delay."
Unable to present answers
Ryunosuke:
The defence is... .........
Van Zieks:
Unable to complete a sentence, it would seem. Much less provide any credible answers here.
Judge:
Yes, it would appear so. Very well, this trial will now-
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! Please!
Judge:
Good gracious, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
(I have to keep the momentum going here. I can't give up now!)
Iris:
This is just like scientific research if you ask me.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
When you start doubting yourself and thinking you can't possibly work something out, you become blind. Even though in truth, the answer you're looking for is right there in front of you.
Ryunosuke:
(The answer...is right here in front of me!) ...My Lord! Actually...the defence would like to present answers to the questions posed by the prosecution.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
So, my Nipponese friend, despite the swimming eyes, you seem to think you have something to say. But your earlier tongue-tied display will not go unpunished.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (Now I wish I'd bit my tongue instead of speaking before I'd made up my mind. It would have hurt less.)
Leads to:
"In that case, Counsel, I would ask you to present the evidence without delay."
Judge:
In that case, Counsel, I would ask you to present the evidence without delay. On the night in question, in the moments leading up to the death of the victim... ...what proof have you that there was a third intruder present at the scene?
Present Blood Samples Portfolio
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The evidence is right here...in this portfolio."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The evidence...is this!
Judge:
...You perplex me, Counsel, by looking so pleased with yourself despite this quite displeasing answer.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Van Zieks:
My learned friend has a knack for it, My Lord. It seems presenting nothing as though it were something is a favourite trick of the Nipponese conjurer.
Ryunosuke:
AAARGH!
Iris:
Well...I think it takes a certain genius to give such a completely wrong answer, personally.
Ryunosuke:
The kind of genius I could really do without. (Time to think again...)
Leads back to:
"In that case, Counsel, I would ask you to present the evidence without delay."
Ryunosuke:
The evidence is right here...in this portfolio.
Judge:
By Jove! That portfolio again, is it?
Van Zieks:
Do you expect the court to rifle through your papers itself? Be more specific!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
You claim one of those blood samples proves the presence of this third intruder. Well, which one is it?
Present Windibank's Main Shop sample
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What am I looking at here?"
Present any other sample
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
THIS is the blood sample that proves it!
Judge:
...You perplex me, Counsel, by looking so pleased with yourself despite this quite displeasing answer.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Van Zieks:
You would do well to take your irrelevant specimens of blood and go back to whence you came. And I'll see to it that you go down in this court's history as an equally irrelevant specimen.
Ryunosuke:
AAARGH!
Iris:
Well...I think it takes a certain genius to give such a completely wrong answer, personally.
Ryunosuke:
The kind of genius I could really do without. (Time to think again...)
Leads back to:
"You claim one of those blood samples proves the presence of this third intruder."
Judge:
What am I looking at here? There appears to be some green paint or suchlike around the bullet hole in the middle of the calendar.
Ryunosuke:
That's a bloodstain, My Lord.
Judge:
A bloodstain?
Van Zieks:
Green blood? Curious, even for you. Is the court to understand that the intruder was some unhuman creature?
Ryunosuke:
It's...something developed by Mr Herlock Sholmes.
Juror No. 3:
By the great detective!
Juror No. 5:
New invention! Stop. Not yet appeared in stories! Stop.
Iris:
It's this, you see. It...doesn't have a name yet, though. This fogger sprays a chemical that reacts with the different elements in people's blood to change its colour.
Judge:
Different elements...of people's blood...?
Iris:
Yes. Everyone's blood is slightly different, you see. Because it's made up of different elements. So by seeing what colour it changes to, you can tell in a flash whose blood it is!
Juror No. 3:
Ooh! That brings a whole extra dimension to looking at blood!
Juror No. 5:
Talk of blood in courtroom! Stop. Very exciting! Stop.
Ryunosuke:
As an example, this one shows the blood of the victim, Mr Windibank.
Judge:
Ah... A striking blue.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. So you see, the green colour of this bloodstain on the calendar... ...shows that somebody else was shot in the main part of the shop!
Juror No. 1:
Now hold fire there, young man! Could be from some unrelated incident, couldn't it?
Ryunosuke:
No. It's not unrelated.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Ryunosuke:
The date showing on the calendar is the date on which Mr Windibank was killed.
Juror No. 1:
By golly!
Ryunosuke:
Therefore we can assume that whoever was shot, was shot on the same day.
Juror No. 4:
Then whose blood is it?!
Ryunosuke:
Well, the Skulkin brothers in the stand don't appear to be suffering from any gunshot injuries... Which means it must be the blood of somebody else. The third intruder, in fact.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Whose identity the court is still waiting to hear. You can't delay this any longer, my learned friend. Who is this alleged third intruder?
Present Eggert Benedict profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The man's name...is Eggert Benedict."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
There can be no doubt! THIS is the shadowy accomplice the brothers have been trying so hard to protect!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
A lottery? Is that how you decide who's guilty?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Van Zieks:
In that case, the name Ryunosuke Naruhodo should be added to the draw. For being guilty of incompetence!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAGH! (...And I bet my lot would be drawn, too.)
Iris:
The identity of this accomplice is our trump card, Runo. 
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I, I expect it is...
Iris:
At this point, we're the only ones who know the person's identity. But it's time to stun the courtroom now! Let's give everyone something to think about!
Ryunosuke:
Yes... YES!
Leads back to:
"You can't delay this any longer, my learned friend."!
Ryunosuke:
The man's name...is Eggert Benedict.
Judge:
Eggert Benedict?! Who on earth are you talking about, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
He paid a visit to Windibank's pawnbrokery on the afternoon before the incident took place.
Van Zieks:
When the accused attempted to deceive the pawnbroker into releasing this article into her possession.
Ryunosuke:
...That's right.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
The man identified by the defence, Mr Eggert Benedict... ...then attempted to take the article from the defendant by force.
???:
Broker!
Windibank:
Um, yes, sir?
???:
I believe this filthy pocket thief has just redeemed an article from you, no?
Windibank:
Yes, yes, erm...
???:
The article in question belongs to me. I demand for it to be returned at once.
Gina:
Now that's a lie! Wot are you tryin' to pull?
???:
Give me back my overcoat, you wastrel. And needless to say... ...any music box disks, too.
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson was there at the time, and can attest to what happened. In the end, it was the inspector himself who took the disk.
Judge:
Can you corroborate this account, Inspector?
Gregson:
Erm, yes, My Lord. That's more or less what happened. And in the interests of bein' thorough, I asked Windibank for a print showin' the fellow. Taken from one of his 'Red-Handed Recorder' gubbinses.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes! That's him talking to Mr Windibank that morning.)
Judge:
And you claim this man is the brothers' accomplice?
Ryunosuke:
Well, Mr and Mr Skulkin?
Nash:
......... Never seen the geezer before in me life!
Ringo:
On me life, guv, on me life! Never seen 'im!
Judge:
Well...somewhat unsurprisingly, it appears our witnesses disagree with the assertion.
Van Zieks:
I'm sure Your Lordship recalls my learned Nipponese friend's actual assertion. Which was that he could prove the identity of the alleged accomplice.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and I can!
Juror No. 3:
Then show us the evidence!
Juror No. 2:
I agree! We must see proof that the clean-cut gentleman in the photograph is the filthy criminal you say he is!
Ryunosuke:
......... (This is the last piece of evidence... I've had a feeling that something has been missing in this trial from the very start. But now...I'm going to drag it kicking and screaming into the courtroom!)
Judge:
Are you ready to present your answer to the court then, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. The defence will present the evidence now. Proof that the man pictured in this photographic print was in fact the person struck by the third bullet!
Present Music Box Disk (after examining bloodstain during trial)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"As I mentioned before, on the afternoon of the day in question..."
Present Blood Samples Portfolio
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
That proof is right here, in this portfolio!
Judge:
Good gracious, Counsel! Does that portfolio contain the answers to every question posed?
Van Zieks:
...I see you share my interest in claret-coloured liquids, my Nipponese friend. But... Enough. The court demands to see further evidence.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Which blood sample proves the man you identified was the one shot by the third bullet at the scene of the crime?
Present Music Box Disk sample
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"As I mentioned before, on the afternoon of the day in question..."
Present any other sample
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
THIS is the blood sample that proves it!
Judge:
...You perplex me, Counsel, by looking so pleased with yourself despite this quite displeasing answer.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Van Zieks:
You would do well to take your irrelevant specimens of blood and go back to whence you came. And I'll see to it that you go down in this court's history as an equally irrelevant specimen.
Ryunosuke:
AAARGH! (It has to be a sample that links the bloodstain at the scene to Mr Benedict...)
Iris:
In other words, we need a sample of blood that turned the same colour as that bloodstain.
Ryunosuke:
(Another green sample? ...Did we have one of those?)
Iris:
I think perhaps you should have another look through everything, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Right. I might need to go over the evidence again. (Where else did we notice a bloodstain?)
Leads back to:
"Enough. The court demands to see further evidence."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Here it is! This is the irrefutable evidence!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but I fail to see the connection.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Van Zieks:
It seems my learned friend is wide of the mark...again. In fact...he has just shot himself in the foot!
Ryunosuke:
GYAAAAAAGH! (I'll have to try that one more time. Even though my foot is killing me here...)
Judge:
I might remind you, Counsel, of the gravity of the choices you make in this courtroom. Think very carefully.
Leads back to:
"........."
Ryunosuke:
As I mentioned before, on the afternoon of the day in question... ...the defendant attempted - deceitfully, admittedly - to reclaim this disk from Windibank's.
Judge:
Which is when the aforementioned Eggert Benedict appeared on the scene, I believe. This man then attempted to purloin the article from the defendant's possession, no?
Ryunosuke:
That's correct, My Lord. I myself was present at the time. It was following this that a minor incident occurred.
Windibank:
But of course, sir. Here is the disk for you.
Benedict:
......... Very well. Then I shall bid you farewell. ...Say goodbye to style.
Gina:
Wait a minute! That disk... ...is mine!
Benedict:
Argh! What, what do you think you're doing, you little tramp?! You've...you've drawn blood, you filthy animal!
Ryunosuke:
Being a music box disk, it has countless small but sharp metal protrusions over its surface. Those protrusions caused Mr Benedict's finger to bleed. And the resulting smear of blood is still visible on the disk now.
Judge:
Goodness! A bloodstain, is it?
Ryunosuke:
My assistant and I have just analysed the bloodstain here in this very courtroom.
Iris:
Using...my trusty fogger gun!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And we added the results to this portfolio.
Juror No. 1:
I say!
Juror No. 2:
It's green!
Juror No. 5:
It's exactly the same colour as the blood around the calendar!
Ryunosuke:
The evidence is conclusive! The man calling himself Mr Eggert Benedict, who was in Windibank's earlier in the day... ...is the accomplice who was present at the scene of the crime that same night!
So there was someone else there!
Look at those two brothers now! They're sweating buckets!Oi! Who are you talkin' about? ...It's boilin' in 'ere!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! It is the opinion of the defence... ...that Mr Eggert Benedict...should be summoned to the courtroom to testify!
Judge:
Hmmm... It would certainly seem that we can ill afford to ignore this gentleman's apparent presence.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...This has gone on long enough now. This flagrant ignorance of the mechanics of law.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Herlock Sholmes, you say? Yes, I've heard the name. The protagonist in a series of short stories for the vulgar classes. A god of detection or some such.
Iris:
...!
Van Zieks:
And now you employ chemical substances devised by this fantastical persona in the highest court in the land? Do you expect us to take you seriously? The samples made by this plaything are not fit to be called evidence.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
So the bloodstain turned a shade of green. What of it? Here's to you successfully proving that no other blood in the world would turn the same colour.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...well...
Van Zieks:
And pray, do not even think of suggesting that we should take Mr Sholmes's word for it!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Is he right? Is Mr Sholmes's concoction a load of rubbish?
I don't know... I mean, he is a great detective.What are you talking about?! We can't let him get away with that!
Ryunosuke:
......... (I knew it would come to this. Of course Mr Sholmes's invention isn't going to be recognised by any official body. But...what other choice did I have...?)
Iris:
Hm... I'm just remembering what Father Christmas over there said before. About how he was temporarily suspending the summation examination.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Iris:
In other words... ...the examination isn't over yet, is it?
Judge:
G-Good grief! What did you just say, young girl? 
Iris:
And in a summation examination, the decision as to whether or not the trial continues... ...is in the hands of the six jurors, isn't it?
Van Zieks:
...!
Iris:
So the way I see it... ...it doesn't matter what certain other people think of Hurley's invention. At least, not for now!
Ryunosuke:
Yes! (She's right!)
Judge:
Young lady, you have quite the devious mind!
Iris:
It really just comes down to one thing: Whether these ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...are convinced by what you say, Runo! ...Is that about right, would you say? Or did I misunderstand something?
Ryunosuke:
(Unbelievable! Mr Sholmes's partner is a force to be reckoned with!)
Iris:
Iris Wilson...sharpshooter!
Judge:
After that shrewd precis of the situation from an entirely unexpected source... ...it must be acknowledged that the previous summation examination has yet to reach its conclusion.
Van Zieks:
This is absurd!
Judge:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the court now looks to you for your final leanings in this matter.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Judge:
As proud citizens of Her Majesty's Britain, I'm sure you will come to fair and just conclusions.
Juror No. 3:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Judge:
So then, state your final decisions in turn, please.
Juror No. 1:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Not guilty!
Judge:
Two call guilty, and four call not guilty. Such is the outcome of the summation examination.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
My Lord, with all due respect, this is an outrage! The prosecution refuses to accept this decision!
Judge:
...On what grounds?
Van Zieks:
If these jurors are persuaded by some half-baked concoction devised by a pretender to real police work... ...then they are too ignorant to be trusted with the judgement of anyone's guilt.
Judge:
I'm sorry, Lord van Zieks, but the outcome of the summation examination cannot be ignored. This trial will continue!
Van Zieks:
Agk......... AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Judge:
...Nevertheless, we find ourselves in a rather awkward situation. The defence has very reasonably requested the subpoena of a new witness. But sadly, I fear that will be impossible.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Judge:
The name the gentleman gave for himself - Eggert Benedict - is quite clearly false.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't believe it! Just when I'd managed to prove the man was there that night...)
???:
...Um... Could, could I say something?
Judge:
...? Who was that, please? Who spoke?
Juror No. 5:
Um...it was me, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(Juror number five...?)
Judge:
What have you to say, madam?
Juror No. 5:
If possible...Inspector...
Gregson:
Eh? ...Me, ma'am?
Juror No. 5:
I wonder if you might show the photographic print to me again? The one in which the gentleman is shown.
Gregson:
Ah, right, yes. This one, you mean? Of Mr Benedict?
Juror No. 5:
......... ......... .........Yes... There's no doubt in my mind.
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five, you don't mean to say... You know this man?
Juror No. 5:
Yes, I know him.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Van Zieks:
No!
Judge:
GOOD GRACIOUS!!! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Juror number five! How on earth...?
Juror No. 5:
I am a communications officer. Stop.
Ryunosuke:
...As we can clearly see...
Juror No. 5:
The gentleman in the photograph is... Stop. ...also a communications officer. Stop. He works in my office. Stop. A very talented operator in fact! Stop. He should be in the communication station now. Stop. Tapping away on the telegraph. Stop.
Ryunosuke:
(This doesn't seem right somehow... I can't put my finger on why, but...it doesn't feel right.)
Iris:
Hm... I suppose we all imagined the accomplice would be some sort of hardened criminal. It's...a bit unexpected to find out that he has a respectable job by day, whatever he gets up to at night.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I suppose that's it. (I suppose that's why I felt something was wrong...)
Judge:
If the gentleman is at London's communication station, we should be able to subpoena him within the hour. Lord van Zieks, if you please...
Van Zieks:
...Yes, My Lord?
Judge:
Make the necessary arrangements with all haste!
Van Zieks:
As Your Lordship bids.
Judge:
The court will recess for one hour. When the new witness arrives, we shall reconvene to hear the gentleman's testimony. Inspector Gregson...
Gregson:
Yes, My Lord?
Judge:
I should like to hear from you specifically about events at the pawnbrokery on the day in question. Come to my chambers during the recess.
Gregson:
Yes, sir, My Lord.
Judge:
Very well... Court is adjourned until 1:40 p.m.!
To be continued...
17th April, 12:41 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Gina. How are you holding up?
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(I'm starting to feel quite warmly towards her frequent cold shoulders now.)
Iris:
Ginny! Are you alright? Why aren't you saying anything?
Gina:
......... Wot's the point, eh? Why go to all this trouble an' fight so 'ard...for the likes o' me?
Iris:
What?
Gina:
Well you saw it! That picture.
Ryunosuke:
What picture?
Iris:
Ah, you mean this? The photograph taken by Hurley's Red-Handed Recorder. Well, I didn't think it would have captured a scene like this, that's for sure!
Gina:
It's 'opeless. Anyone who sees that's gonna think I did it, ain't they?
Ryunosuke:
Well...I won't pretend it wasn't a bit of a shock when the prosecution first presented it to the court.
Gina:
Surely you've gotta 'ave yer doubts about me now. Ya can't still think I'm innocent.
Ryunosuke:
......... Of course I can.
Gina:
Hmph.........
Iris:
Ginny...why don't you talk to us? Tell us what really happened that night.
Gina:
Eh?
Iris:
Runo's cleverly managed to piece together a lot of new information, but still... ...we'd really like to hear it from you.
Gina:
......... Alright then. It was after we'd 'ad that dinner together at your place, right, Iris? Then we all 'ad a chat up in your office, didn't we?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I remember.
Gina:
After that, I just couldn't get to sleep. So I slipped out an' went down the street to the two-to-one. To Windibank's place. ...I 'ad to know.
Ryunosuke:
If Iris's story was there or not? 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'.
Gina:
I dunno wot it's about or nuffin'... ...but if you ask me, there's somefin' in it that Sholmes don't like. Somefin' wot 'e don't want people readin'. So that's why 'e lied to Iris about stickin' it in lug wiv Windibank for safekeepin'. At least, that's wot I thought at the time.
Ryunosuke:
So you broke into Windibank's?
Gina:
I just 'ad to know if it was there or not. I mean, I 'ad no idea all o' that was gonna kick off, did I? I struck the lock and snuck inside. It was dark as you like in there. So I gave the oil lamp on the counter a bit o' wick. And that's when...
What d'you think you're doing?!
AAAAAAGH!
Gina:
I nearly died, I did! And the next thing I knew... ...I'd grabbed the gun off the counter and was wavin' it in the air like...I dunno wot.
Ah...you're the girl who was in here this afternoon. I didn't think pickpockets went in for armed robbery.
The, the mantelscript... 'Ave you got it 'ere? Did Sholmes leave a load o' papers wiv you? A story.
Windibank:
I beg your pardon?
Gina:
'The Hound o' the...' somefin'-or-other. If it's 'ere, I wanna see it!
Windibank:
I'm sorry, young lady... ...but I'd sooner die than relinquish an article belonging to one of my customers.
Gina:
I don't want it! Wot would I do wiv it anyway? I just...wanna see it's 'ere, that's all.
Windibank:
Oh, you want to see it, do you?
Gina:
I wanna know if Sholmes really pawned it 'ere or not. Please! Just let me see it an' I'll go.
Windibank:
......... Oh, very well then. But for pity's sake, stop waving my gun around, would you?
Gina:
So then the old cove unlocked the storeroom door, and we both went inside. And it was there alright. The mantelscript. Sholmes weren't lyin' after all.
Iris:
You did all that just to check for me, Ginny?
Gina:
...Anyway, then there was a bit of a kick-up out in the main bit o' the shop.
Ryunosuke:
The Skulkin brothers arriving on the scene, yes.
Gina:
Wot was that noise? Someone's breakin' in!
Windibank:
Dear me, is there some burglars' convention here tonight that I don't know about?
Gina:
...I think I forgot to shut the door be'ind me. Sorry.
Windibank:
I'd better go and take care of it. Could I possibly have my gun back?
Gina:
Oh, well I'll come wiv ya and-
Windibank:
Now don't be foolish, young girl. You must stay right here. Don't leave this room under any circumstances.
Gina:
An' wiv that, 'e took the gun out of me 'ands and walked back out into the shop. I 'ung back in the storeroom like 'e said, strainin' me ears in the dark to 'ear wot was goin' on. It sounded like they got into a bit of a scrap. I started to think I should 'elp, see. So I was just about to go out the storeroom myself, when...
*BANG!**BANG!*
Gina:
I 'eard a couple o' shots go off. Two, I think. Almost at the same time. And then there 'e was, right at me feet. Lyin' face down on the floor! I was right next to the storeroom door, so I slammed it shut an' locked it quick as ya like.
Ryunosuke:
Because you thought whoever had shot Mr Windibank might come for you?
Gina:
Yeah. So I went to grab the old cove's gun. I figured I'd put up a fight at least. But when I got a better look at 'im, I knew... ...Windibank was a goner. I felt funny in me 'ead all of a sudden. Kind of dizzy. And after that...I don't remember nuffin'.
Ryunosuke:
That must be when you passed out, Gina.
Gina:
......... If...if I 'adn't done wot I done... ...the old cove might still be alive!
Ryunosuke:
Did you tell the police everything you just told us?
Gina:
'Course I did! But they didn't believe a word of it, did they? All they said was, if I kept tellin' lies, it'd make things even worse for me. .........
Iris:
It'll be alright, Ginny, don't worry. Just stay strong a little longer. Runo's about to put the real culprit through the mill!
Gina:
......... That cove wot was there in the afternoon? That Eggert Benedict...
I still remember 'ow 'e looked at me. Like I was nuffin'. 'E...'e was there that night.
Ryunosuke:
We don't know his real name yet... ...but I'm convinced that he's involved somehow.
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Anyway, thank you for telling us what happened, Gina. I appreciate your honesty.
Gina:
You wot?
Iris:
You can leave it all in Runo's capable hands now, Ginny!
Gina:
......... Mr Narra-'Oddo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Gina:
...'Ow come you trust me? I don't get it.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Gina:
I mean, 'ave you forgotten wot 'appened 'ere before? Come on, it was only two months ago. Me and McGilded...we told you a whole pack o' lies. An' you got the bogtrotter off wiv 'em! Even though 'e was a killer!
Ryunosuke:
......... No, I could never forget that.
Gina:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
(I did what I thought was best at the time. But the pain of that error of judgement doesn't get any easier to bear.) Still, don't forget that I also made you a promise. I told you that I'd be on your side to the bitter end, no matter what.
Gina:
But wot if I'm lyin'?! You could be workin' to get another killer off the 'ook for all you know!
Ryunosuke:
......... I was once in your position, Gina. I was the accused in a trial.
Gina:
You were?
Ryunosuke:
Before I left Japan. I was accused of murder. And strange as it might sound, the circumstances of the crime were pretty damning. I was sure that no one would believe it wasn't me who'd done it.
Iris:
Oh, Runo...
Ryunosuke:
But there was one person who stood up for me. Who believed in me, and was prepared to defend me. My best friend.
Ryunosuke, no one believes in you more than I do. Leave this to me. All you need to do is put your faith in me, and I'll do the rest!
Ryunosuke:
I was so happy, I cried. But even then... ...somewhere inside me, I couldn't help thinking: 'Surely he doesn't really believe in me. Not completely.'
Gina:
...!
Ryunosuke:
But...I was wrong.
As soon as my trial began, it was obvious... ...that he had an absolute, unwavering belief in me. And in turn, I developed an absolute, unwavering belief in him.
Ryunosuke:
Since then, I came to realise... ...if you want someone to believe in you, you have to believe in the other person first.
Gina:
Wot are you sayin'...?
Ryunosuke:
I promise you, Gina, that no matter what happens, I'll keep believing in you. So you don't need to worry. I won't let you down.
Gina:
......... Even though I'm a diver? ...And a no-good liar?
Ryunosuke:
......... You're not like McGilded. I know that.
Gina:
Eh?
Iris:
That's right! You're our friend, Ginny!
Gina:
I-Iris!
Ryunosuke:
We know you better than you think. And we've come to the conclusion that you're someone we can trust.
Iris:
Yes!
Ryunosuke:
That's really all we need to know.
Iris:
Exactly!
Gina:
Um...Mr Narra-'Oddo, I, um... I... *Sniffle, sniffle*
Bailiff:
Defendant Gina Lestrade and her legal representative! Court proceedings are about to resume. Please head into the courtroom immediately!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course! Thank you.
I'd been both a defendant and a defending lawyer in my time. So I knew only too well... ...just how hard it was to put all your faith in another. And I also knew... ...just how hard it was to bear the burden of another putting all their faith in you. (This is it at last. The final chapter. The final battle. Wish me luck, Susato-san... And I hope you're watching over me too...partner!)
17th April, 1:41 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
I hereby call this court to order as we resume the trial of Miss Gina Lestrade. Lord van Zieks, have you successfully subpoenaed the witness?
Van Zieks:
The subpoena was delivered to the communication station where the man works immediately, My Lord. However, the heavy rain has delayed the arrival of his carriage, it would seem.
Judge:
Hm, I see. Then let us turn our attention to Inspector Gregson's precis of the case heard by the court this morning. The glaring omission of the third bullet in your report is a serious blunder, Inspector.
Gregson:
Yes, um, I can only apologise, My Lord.
Judge:
And although the defence's chemical analysis of the blood at the scene makes for a compelling argument... ...I cannot permit such untried methods to be used as evidence in my courtroom.
Iris:
Hmph! It's a big mistake to cross Hurley and me. A very big mistake!
Bailiff:
My Lord! The subpoenaed witness has just arrived in the building.
Judge:
Thank you, Officer. Show him to the stand without delay.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Eggert Benedict... I didn't expect to be crossing paths with him again so soon. And certainly not like this.)
Judge:
Thank you for complying with the court's subpoena at such short notice, sir.
???:
But of course, My Lord. As an upstanding member of London society, it is my pleasure to oblige.
Judge:
Now, kindly state your name and occupation for the record.
Graydon:
Ashley Graydon, communications officer.
Juror No. 5:
Mr Graydon and I both work at London's central communication station.
Graydon:
Now perhaps somebody would kindly explain what all this is about?
Van Zieks:
You were apprised of the situation by the court officer on your way here, I presume.
Graydon:
Yes, I was. Something to do with a murder that took place at a pawnbroker's on Baker Street. And some nonsense about me having been there on the night in question.
Van Zieks:
That is the accusation, indeed.
Graydon:
This really is beyond a joke, you know.
Judge:
Very well. Without further delay, the court will hear your testimony now, Mr Graydon. You will respond to the accusation made against you under oath.
Graydon:
Gladly, My Lord. Gladly.
Witness Testimony
- The Accusation -
Graydon:
Naturally, I have occasion to make use of pawnbroking services from time to time.
But are you seriously suggesting I colluded with these thugs to break into the place on the night of the murder?
...I have no intention of admitting to such an outrageous accusation.
Even if certain parties here present claim that my blood was found at the scene.
Some scaramouch detective's homebrewed tincture can hardly be taken as serious evidence.
Judge:
So...you deny the accusation completely, do you?
Graydon:
I must say, I am dismayed. For the highest court in the land to be swayed by this self-professed detective's toy...
Van Zieks:
It was the will of the jury. And our great British justice system demands that the jury's will is upheld.
Graydon:
Then it would seem we have the misfortune of a most inept assembly of jurors today.
Juror No. 1:
...! By golly!
Graydon:
How long am I expected to be detained here?
Judge:
If, following the defence's cross-examination, your involvement in this matter has not been established... ...you will be free to leave immediately.
Graydon:
Good. Then I shall be away in time for afternoon tea. Some small consolation at least.
Judge:
Let us not hold up Mr Graydon any longer than necessary, Counsel. Proceed with the cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
So...we meet again, Mr Eggert Benedict. Or is it Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
......... My apologies. You are...?
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke Naruhodo, defence lawyer. We have met.
Graydon:
If you say so. Ashley Graydon. Enchanté. So...
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Graydon:
...I trust we can conclude this quickly.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (But I'm NOT holding your flashy hat while we do.)
Cross-Examination
- The Accusation -
Graydon:
Naturally, I have occasion to make use of pawnbroking services from time to time.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we even met in the very pawnbrokery where the crime took place on the afternoon of the day in question. Though of course...you introduced yourself by a different name at the time.
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
It was Mr Eggert Benedict, I believe. Tell me, what made you-
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The witness is here to testify about events that took place that night.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
He is under no obligation to answer such unrelated questions.
Ryunosuke:
You can't be serious!
Graydon:
...Thank you. Because I certainly do not feel inclined to answer such an inappropriate question.
Ryunosuke:
(So he's going to be evasive, is he? In an effort not to give anything away. This could be tricky...)
Graydon:
.........
Graydon:
But are you seriously suggesting I colluded with these thugs to break into the place on the night of the murder?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Have you seen these two men before?
Graydon:
This pair? ...No. I don't associate with criminals.
Ryunosuke:
(Said by a man who introduced himself as 'Eggert Benedict'...)
Graydon:
I'd like to know who I have to thank for this. Who made this outlandish accusation against me?
Van Zieks:
The young lawyer there in the black.
Graydon:
This is a farce! Whose idea was it to permit an outsider to work in a British court anyway?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Graydon:
Well, needless to say...
Graydon:
...I have no intention of admitting to such an outrageous accusation.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Where were you at around one in the morning on the night in question, sir?
Graydon:
That is past the hour at which I would normally retire. Certainly... ...I was not in the company of these rapscallions.
Ryunosuke:
You're able to prove that?
Graydon:
.........
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Listen carefully, my learned Nipponese friend... ...for you appear to be under a gross misapprehension on this point.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Van Zieks:
The witness maintains he was not at the scene of the crime. He has no obligation to prove his absence. If your accusation is that the witness was present at the scene... ...the obligation lies with you to prove your assertion.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
You will fulfil that obligation before putting any more unreasonable questions to the witness.
Ryunosuke:
(A silent victory wiggle. Thanks.)
Graydon:
Even if certain parties here present claim that my blood was found at the scene.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Blood was found at the scene of the crime. There's no question of that. Mr Sholmes's chemical analysis has positively identified the substance as such.
Graydon:
But I am not the only human to have blood running through my veins, am I? How can you be sure that the blood is mine? It could equally be the blood of one of these two miscreants.
Ryunosuke:
Every individual's blood has a slightly different composition, it seems. Mr Sholmes's chemical is able to differentiate different blood samples by-
Graydon:
Spare me the science lesson! ...Who is this Sholmes character anyway?
Ryunosuke:
Oh. I, I assumed all Londoners would know the name. He's a grea- Well, a renowned detective.
Van Zieks:
So, even you are unable to bring yourself to say 'great detective'.
Graydon:
A great detective, you say? Tsk! Now we're in the realm of fairy tales, are we? The counsel for the defence thinks a British courtroom is an appropriate place for fairy tales, does he?
Pursue Nash Skulkin
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that, Mr Skulkin?
Ringo:
Eh? Wot? Me?
Ryunosuke:
...No, the Mr Skulkin next to you.
Gregson:
Right, I've had it up to here with this! How many times have I gotta tell you?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. You're not 'Big Bruv Sulky'. Mr Nash Skulkin!
Nash:
Eh? Cor blimey, guvnor! You wot?!
Ryunosuke:
Is it not the case that when Mr Graydon just spoke, a thought went through your mind? Would you care to share that thought with the court?
Nash:
Eh? Me thoughts? I dun 'ave none o' them! It must've been 'im!
Ringo:
You wot?!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Nash Skulkin! ...Answer the question, please. What went through your mind when Mr Graydon just spoke?
Nash:
Nuffin'! Honest, guv! Nuffin'! I, I woz just thinkin'... ...if 'e waves 'is arm around like that much more, it'll open up the wound again, that's all!
Ryunosuke:
What wound?
Nash:
Where 'e took the bullet, o' course! It woz only two days ago. It ain't gonna be 'ealed up yet! So I woz, um... Well, ya know... I woz worryin' for 'im, and... ......... Oh, 'ell's bells!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon! Did you hear that?
Graydon:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Your comrade is worried about you, it seems. ...On account of your injured arm.
Graydon:
......... My Lord.
Judge:
Yes, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
I have no idea what these two wretches are talking about. Certainly, I shouldn't be expected to answer anything in relation to their mindless insinuations.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
We know that someone other than the victim was hit by a bullet at the scene of the crime two nights ago. And from the height of the bullet hole in the wall, that person was likely hit in the upper arm or thereabouts.
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps you'd allow a court official to examine your arm, sir? The left arm that you're currently clasping with your right hand, as if in pain!
Graydon:
......... No. ...I refuse.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Graydon:
You have shown no evidence whatsoever that links me to these common thieves. Accordingly, I am not obliged to permit any such invasion of my privacy! As I've already said, I'm completely uninvolved in all this. I've never had anything to do with the pawnbrokery where this fellow was killed whatsoever! I take offence at the insinuation that I was in any way involved!
Judge:
Hm...you claim to have had nothing whatsoever to do with Mr Windibank's pawnbrokery?
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! The defence would like that last statement to be added to Mr Graydon's formal testimony.
Judge:
Very well, Counsel. Continue with your testimony, My Graydon.
Graydon:
.........
Removes statement "Even if certain parties here present claim that my blood was found at the scene.", adds statement "The bottom line is, I've never had anything to do with the pawnbroking establishment where the man was killed!"
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Iris:
Argh! This is so unfair! That chemical test is based on solid science! Hurley and I know what we're doing!
Ryunosuke:
The trouble is, unless the technique can be independently verified... ...we'll never get beyond this man's flashy stick-waving.
Graydon:
Granted, it is a very colourful alchemy. Perhaps it would make a good souvenir for your uneducated friends back home in the East.
Ryunosuke:
(Something riled him there. Just for a moment, Mr Graydon let his feathers get ruffled...)
Graydon:
But a souvenir is all it's good for.
Graydon:
Some scaramouch detective's homebrewed tincture can hardly be taken as serious evidence.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Don't forget, sir, that Mr Herlock Sholmes is the most famous detective in the world.
Graydon:
And the most famous detective in the world tells the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, hm?
Ryunosuke:
Erm, well, um... (Oh no! I can't think how to answer that!)
Van Zieks:
I once saw the world's most famous swindler thrown into jail. He allegedly told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but...what turned out to be a pack of lies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Graydon:
Quite. Now... ...as you are no doubt aware, the central communication station is the heart of this country's information network. My work there is of paramount importance. And you have kept me from it for long enough already.
Graydon:
The bottom line is, I've never had anything to do with the pawnbroking establishment where the man was killed!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Never had anything to do with it? You forget that I was there, Mr Graydon! On the very afternoon of the incident!
Graydon:
...Obviously, I am not a complete stranger to the pawnbroker's. I'm currently on the lookout for an armchair to furnish my study.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No! You were there to redeem an article!
Graydon:
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Pursue Tobias Gregson
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add, Inspector?
Gregson:
Eh? Come again, sunshine?
Ryunosuke:
You were there, too, in fact, weren't you, Inspector? That afternoon.
Gregson:
......... Well yes, I do remember meetin' yourself in the pawnbroker's that afternoon. You, your young Japanese assistant, and the accused were all present, as I recall.
Ryunosuke:
And at that time, this witness, Mr Graydon, was trying to acquire a particular article...
Gregson:
Um...well now...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Gregson:
I'm afraid I don't remember too clearly.
Ryunosuke:
What?! But, but you must!
Gregson:
I'm not going to lie and pretend I remember somethin' that I don't.
Ryunosuke:
...! (What's going on here?)
Iris:
Gregsy showed us a picture before, didn't he? You know, from the cameras that Hurley installed in Windibank's.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, of course.
Judge:
Indeed. And the gentleman pictured bears a striking resemblance to the witness, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! Which proves that Mr Graydon was in the shop on the afternoon in question!
Graydon:
At no point have I denied that fact.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Graydon:
I merely entered the shop to peruse the articles on sale and have a word with the broker. Nothing more.
Gregson:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(This makes no sense. I understand why Mr Graydon might be trying to cover his tracks... ...but why would Gregson be trying to avoid giving testimony about what happened?)
Leads back to cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Graydon:
You must be confusing me with somebody else. I wasn't there for any such purpose.
Ryunosuke:
But, but the redemption article!
Iris:
That won't get you anywhere, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Iris! ...What do you mean?
Iris:
Mr Windibank never wrote the names of his customers on his redemption tickets. So you can't prove the ticket was his.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Of course... She's right.)
Iris:
I'm afraid... ...you're going to need to produce some irrefutable evidence here. Otherwise he'll never admit to being there.
Ryunosuke:
Hm...irrefutable evidence...
Present Music Box Disk
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Have you ever seen this disk before, Mr Graydon?"
Before correctly pursuing Nash Skulkin
Ryunosuke:
(That's all he's going to say on the matter, is it?)
Iris:
What do you think, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
I think he has no intention of telling us anything. He's well aware that the less he says, the less chance he has of giving himself away.
Iris:
Hm... The complete opposite of Hurley, then. He seems to think that the more he says, the better.
Ryunosuke:
I need to find a way of getting more information out of this man somehow... (But compared to the bungling burglars beside him, he seems as innocent as a child.)
Iris:
Or perhaps the Skulkin brothers might be the key here?
Ryunosuke:
Oh... (Could they be somehow...?)
Iris:
Remember, if you don't prove this witness has some connection to the incident here, he'll be free to leave.
Ryunosuke:
I know. I can't let that happen. (Let's listen to those statements again and see if there's any way I can make one of them tell us more.)
After correctly pursuing Nash Skulkin
Ryunosuke:
(That's all he's going to say on the matter, is it?)
Iris:
What do you think, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
I think he has no intention of telling us anything. He's well aware that the less he says, the less chance he has of giving himself away.
Iris:
Hm... The complete opposite of Hurley, then. He seems to think that the more he says, the better.
Ryunosuke:
Well, at least I managed to prise a little more information from these witnesses' lips. All thanks to the Skulkin brothers...
Iris:
Yes! They were the key to it after all!
Ryunosuke:
So he says he had nothing to do with Windibank's... (Well, we know that's not true.)
Iris:
Perhaps now would be a good time to have a proper look through the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
Good idea. You never know what tiny scrap of information could become a valuable weapon...
Ryunosuke:
Have you ever seen this disk before, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
......... Why? Is it supposed to mean something?
Ryunosuke:
This disk was, until the day of his murder, in pawn in Mr Windibank's shop. It was redeemed by the defendant, Miss Gina Lestrade that afternoon. However... ...somebody mysteriously appeared to try to take it from her. And that somebody was you, of course. Wasn't it, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
As I have reiterated numerous times now...you are mistaken. That was not me. I've never seen that disk before in my life.
Ryunosuke:
It may have escaped your notice, but there is a small smear of blood on the disk.
Judge:
Ah yes. Resulting from an abrasion of the thumb, perhaps?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. The surface of the disk is covered in hundreds of tiny metal bumps. In the skirmish to acquire the disk, the thumb of the person who tried to take it suffered minor lacerations.
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
So! While the disk bears the remnants of that skirmish in the form of this smear of blood... ...the thumb of the person in question must bear the remnants also. In the form of a scratch!
Judge:
Good gracious! Indeed it must!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon!
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
You refused to allow a court officer to examine your arm before. Are you now going to refuse to allow us to examine your thumb? Because I have no doubt that it bears a small scratch consistent with the smear of blood on this disk!
Graydon:
...! ......... Well well... ...it would seem I underestimated you.
Judge:
What, what is the meaning of this?
Ryunosuke:
So you admit it now? You admit you have a scratch on your thumb from when you attempted to take the disk from the defendant?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! ...Well, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
...It would appear there has been something of a misunderstanding here. I did not attempt to take the disk, as you put it. No, quite the reverse.
Ryunosuke:
What are you trying to say?
Graydon:
It's really quite simple, you see. The disk was mine from the outset. Is there some crime in taking an item that you own out of pawn?
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Van Zieks:
It would seem, Mr Graydon... ...that in this piece of evidence, my learned friend has established a link between yourself and the incident. Accordingly...you will tell the court everything you know about this disk now.
Graydon:
...As you wish. Though I'm quite sure it has nothing whatsoever to do with the pawnbroker's murder.
Witness Testimony
- The Disk -
Graydon:
There's a note on the disk saying, 'For McGilded', but the item belongs to me.
The redemption ticket was stolen from me by the accused - that filthy gutterling - on the day in question.
I proceeded at once to the shop in order to explain my situation and redeem my article.
In the end, of course, the disk was taken by the police.
In other words...I had absolutely no reason to break into the shop later that same night.
Judge:
Did I hear you correctly, sir? 'McGilded', you say? The famous London philanthropist? Who perished in this very courtroom two months ago after being acquitted of a distinctly messy murder?
Graydon:
Yes, My Lord. The one and the same.
Judge:
Good Lord! Mr Graydon! Are you saying that Mr McGilded and yourself were acquainted?
Graydon:
......... Yes. That's correct.
Judge:
Ordaaar! ...Well. I certainly didn't expect to hear that name uttered here in my courtroom again.
Ryunosuke:
(According to what Gina told us, this disk was placed in pawn on that fateful night two months ago. McGilded himself gave instructions to deposit it at Windibank's.)
Iris:
It's funny that Mr Graydon here is claiming the disk belongs to him then, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
In all likelihood, he's lying. (So he appeared that afternoon at Windibank's in order to get his hands on McGilded's disk for some reason...)
Judge:
Counsel, you will commence your cross-examination, please.
Cross-Examination
- The Disk -
Graydon:
There's a note on the disk saying, 'For McGilded', but the item belongs to me.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Would you care to explain how this belongs to you?
Graydon:
As you will observe, a communications officer such as myself commands a fine salary.
Judge:
You are certainly...exquisitely dressed, sir.
Graydon:
So you see, I have little need to make use of the services provided by the pawnbrokery trade. However, I did once find myself in difficulties having misplaced my purse whilst on an errand. Which is why I pawned my fine black overcoat to the broker in question.
Ryunosuke:
You claim that was your overcoat?
Graydon:
...Obviously. And in my haste, I clean forgot... ...that the music box disk was in its pocket.
Van Zieks:
And yet there is a note on it that reads, 'For McGilded'.
Graydon:
I am a collector of rare and unusual music box music. I first met Mr McGilded at a gentlemen's club in the city, and was interested to discover... ...that he shared my penchant in that area.
Judge:
So the disk in question...
Graydon:
It's a pre-production sample. I promised to let Mr McGilded hear it.
Van Zieks:
But then you forgot that it was in the pocket of the overcoat you were forced to pawn.
Graydon:
Yes, exactly.
Iris:
Gina didn't mention any of that in her testimony two months ago, did she?
Ryunosuke:
No. Because McGilded had threatened her to keep her mouth shut. Which means that if we dig too deeply here... ...it's going to expose Gina's perjury.
Iris:
Oh dear...this is complicated, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(Let's leave it alone for the time being...)
Graydon:
The redemption ticket was stolen from me by the accused - that filthy gutterling - on the day in question.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you're saying that Miss Lestrade lifted the ticket from your pocket or bag?
Graydon:
That's right. Despite being mindful of danger when walking in the insalubrious areas her kind frequent.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade did no such thing!
Graydon:
Well of course you would take that stance. But the girl is a regular offender.
Ryunosuke:
You came to the pawnbrokery that day prepared with all the information you needed to identify the defendant. You were looking for her. That's what brought you to Windibank's. To get your hands on Mr McGilded's disk!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
My learned friend is a veritable font of nonsense.
Ryunosuke:
N-Nonsense?
Judge:
I concur with the prosecution. Counsel, you will refrain from conjecturing in this way. Is that clear?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...My Lord.
Graydon:
Then I will continue with my testimony, for what possible use it can be...
Graydon:
I proceeded at once to the shop in order to explain my situation and redeem my article.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Had you ever been to Windibank's before?
Graydon:
Only once for the purposes of pawning something. But, like many, I enjoy browsing in such establishments.
Van Zieks:
So when you noticed that the pickpocket had taken your ticket, you chased after her. Is that correct?
Graydon:
Yes, that's right. I didn't notice at first, of course. Such is the art of the pickpurse. But when I did, I headed to the pawnbrokery at once. In order to reclaim my coat before the thief could. I was merely trying to recover what was rightfully mine in the first place.
Ryunosuke:
(Argh! He can say what he likes because he knows we have no evidence to contradict him on this!)
Graydon:
In the end, of course, the disk was taken by the police.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it was taken by Inspector Gregson here, wasn't it?
Graydon:
That's right. This was the very man. Apparently the police are collecting anything that has a connection to Mr McGilded. As evidence. That's what the inspector said, at least, as he seized my disk. And thanks to the skirmish with that wastrel, I snagged the end of my thumb at the same time.
Pursue Tobias Gregson
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong, Inspector?
Gregson:
Erm, well, erm... What d'you mean?
Ryunosuke:
The last remark Mr Graydon made in his testimony seemed to trouble you in some way.
Gregson:
Eh? No. No it didn't. It's nothin'. Leave it alone.
Ryunosuke:
Let me ask you this, Inspector: Why is Scotland Yard gathering Mr McGilded's possessions?
Gregson:
I can't tell you somethin' like that, sunshine!
Van Zieks:
What is it, Inspector? Investigative secrets?
Gregson:
Yes. Exactly. You should know all about that!
Van Zieks:
Magnus McGilded, who died so...unexpectedly after his trial two months ago. A man renowned throughout the capital for his great contributions to public life. Yet he had a dark side, too...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Gregson:
Where are you goin' with this, van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
I suppose the police are dealing with the aftermath of his nefarious activities, are they?
Gregson:
...That's enough! Coppers like me have duties to carry out that we're not at liberty to talk about. That's all you need to know.
Van Zieks:
Duties conferred by Lord Stronghart, I presume. The Lord Chief Justice appears to have great faith in you, Inspector.
Gregson:
......... The bottom line is, if you wanna get more out of me... ...you're gonna need Lord Stronghart's pawprint first!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(What's all this about? It's like there's something going on between Gregson and Lord van Zieks here...)
Judge:
Well, it would appear that the inspector has revealed all he is at liberty to reveal. Mr Graydon, let us return to your testimony.
Graydon:
Gladly, My Lord.
Leads back to cross-examination
Van Zieks:
And the disk in question is this disk here?
Graydon:
Yes, it is.
Van Zieks:
Scotland Yard have indeed been gathering items believed to have been the property of McGilded. Presumably to aid their investigations in some way.
Graydon:
Not something I would be aware of. I really didn't know the man well, anyway. After all, I'm merely a communications officer with a penchant for music boxes.
Ryunosuke:
(...And flamboyant poses.)
Graydon:
In other words...I had absolutely no reason to break into the shop later that same night.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But perhaps you'd seen something of value among the forfeited items?
Graydon:
No, not at all.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Van Zieks:
A valuer was brought in by the police to assess everything in the shop. Without exception, every article on the shelves was common-or-garden bric-a-brac.
Ryunosuke:
In that case, it's clear... ...that you broke into the shop later that day in order to recover Mr McGilded's disk.
Graydon:
Have you not been listening, man? Even if I had wanted to recover the disk... ...you may recall that it had been seized by the police that afternoon! It was no more in the shop that night than I! As I keep saying, I simply had no reason to break in.
Ryunosuke:
......... (So there was nothing of McGilded's left in the shop that night. Nothing this man might have been after. I wonder if that's really true...)
Iris:
Runo, if you have some evidence... ...then let him have it! I'm dying to see that irritatingly assured expression of his crumble!
Present Pawnbroker's Ticket (Box)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"This disk was deposited at Windibank's on Magnus McGilded's instructions."
Ryunosuke:
(McGilded slipped the disk into his coat pocket and had it deposited at Windibank's. Then, when he realised he was going to be arrested on suspicion of the omnibus murder... ...he threatened Gina and forced her to take the redemption ticket.)
Iris:
There's no doubt about it, that witness is lying through his pearly white teeth!
Ryunosuke:
The police were obviously after anything left behind by McGilded as well. That's why Inspector Gregson ended up taking the disk into custody that day.
Iris:
But Gregsy's being very strange about all this.
Ryunosuke:
There must be a reason for that, I'm sure. I just don't know what it is. (For now, I need to focus on exposing the fact that Mr Graydon is lying in his testimony.)
Ryunosuke:
This disk was deposited at Windibank's on Magnus McGilded's instructions. You knew that, and you went there with the intention of obtaining it for yourself.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Conjecture again. And in any case, the disk was taken into custody by the police that afternoon. The witness had no reason to visit the pawnbrokery again that night!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, my learned friend...but that's not true.
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Mr McGilded had another article in pawn at Windibank's... ...as this second pawnbroker's ticket proves!
Graydon:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
There were two articles belonging to Mr McGilded in Windibank's pawnbrokery. And the reason you broke into the shop that night was to recover the second one... ...together with your two accomplices, the Skulkin brothers!
Graydon:
Agh!
Judge:
Hmmm... This is the second ticket, is it?
Van Zieks:
What had the man deposited?
Ryunosuke:
The article description reads, 'one small box'.
Judge:
A rather vague description, it seems to me.
Graydon:
Are you suggesting that I broke into the pawnbrokery with these...clowns in order to steal some trinket box?
Ryunosuke:
I believe there are adequate grounds to suspect that you did.
Graydon:
This is absurd! Why on earth would I do such a thing? Once the article had been forfeited, I could simply walk into the shop and purchase it. There would be absolutely no need for me to resort to theft!
Ryunosuke:
...! (That's a good point.)
Judge:
Hm, indeed. The witness makes a solid argument.
Iris:
So that means that for some reason... ...this Graydon fellow needed the small box that very night, does it?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
It's time to put an end to this nonsense, My Lord.
Judge:
Could you be a little less cryptic, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
I do hate to ruin my learned friend's argument, but the truth is quite incontrovertible. On the night in question, no small box was taken from Windibank's pawnbrokery. And rest assured, the prosecution can prove it.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Judge:
Good gracious!
Van Zieks:
Inspector, show the photographic prints to the court, if you please.
Gregson:
Yes, sir!
Ryunosuke:
(What prints?)
Gregson:
These prints were taken from one of the detective's security cameras.
Iris:
Ah, Hurley's Red-Handed Recorders again!
Van Zieks:
As previously explained using this plan of the shop layout... ...the victim's establishment was furnished with automatic cameras in two locations. One was set to capture the counter where Mr Windibank received his customers... ...and the other was set to capture the shelves on which articles were placed for sale once forfeited.
Gregson:
Accordin' to the information on this ticket... ...McGilded's small box had been forfeited already. Two days before the incident, at 9 p.m. on 13th April to be precise. Which means it would have been on the shelves of forfeited items in the shop front. Now, what I have here is a print taken by one of the cameras about two hours before the incident. That's at 11 p.m. on 15th April.
Judge:
Hm, the victim certainly had a very full shop, it would appear.
Gregson:
And then here we have another print... This one was taken about two hours after the incident.
Judge:
I see. So we have two pictures to compare. Though I must say that placing them side by side leaves me cold. Dear me, that's starting to make my head ache.
Gregson:
Obviously, at Scotland Yard we considered theft as one possible motive in this case. We explored the possibility that something had been taken in addition to the victim's life.
Judge:
So your men have already compared these two prints thoroughly, Inspector?
Gregson:
Yes, sir! We counted every single item in each of these two photographic prints. And the Yard's conclusion is that exactly the same number are present in both!
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
In other words, nothing was taken from the pawnbrokery on the night in question. And my learned friend's assertion is nothing more than a hopeful fantasy!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAARGH! (I don't believe it! If I could have just shown that he'd stolen McGilded's pawned box... ...I might have been able to break him down at last.)
Iris:
You know what, Runo... ...I've been thinking. I wonder if these two photographs really are exactly the same.
Ryunosuke:
What...?
Judge:
So, Counsel...in the light of the evidence put forward by the prosecution, what is your position? It seems that in fact, on the night in question, nothing was stolen from the victim's establishment. Do you accept the prosecution's assertion?
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know... Could there be some hidden discrepancy in these two photographic prints somewhere?)
There's no discrepancy
Ryunosuke:
(However much I look at these two prints, I just can't see that anything went missing.) Yes, My Lord. I can see nothing wrong with the photographic evidence put forward.
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
Very well. In that case, the matter is settled.
Iris:
No! Wait, Runo! There's something out of place with these two prints, I'm sure of it.
Ryunosuke:
Iris!
Iris:
What about that trick that we just learnt? We should use that now to really examine these two prints thoroughly.
Ryunosuke:
Alright! Just, just uncross your eyes...please!
Judge:
Counsel... ...I've finally become accustomed to the wide-eyed star that so frequently occupies your countenance. But that crossing of your eyes is another matter entirely! I'm afraid I must penalise you for it.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH! (This could be our chance to fight back. I suppose I should explore all avenues before I just accept the prosecution's position. Could there really be some hidden discrepancy in these two photographic prints somewhere?)
Point out a discrepancy
Leads to:
"........."
Use a piece of evidence
Ryunosuke:
Before I give my answer, My Lord, I'd like to try something if I may.
Judge:
Try something? What do you mean, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I'll need to use a certain piece of evidence from the Court Record to identify the discrepancy.
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
I'm not entirely sure I follow. Which piece of evidence do you intend to use to help you identify a discrepancy between the two prints?
Present Stereoscope
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"I'd like to use this device, My Lord."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The piece of evidence I intend to use, My Lord...is of course... (What am I doing? There's something in the Court Record whose sole purpose is to view pairs of photographs. Do you think - just maybe, Ryunosuke - this might be the time to pick that particular item out?)
Judge:
Dear me, Counsel... ...you do blow hot and cold, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...sorry, My Lord. I'd like to try that again.
Judge:
I'm sure you would. Very well then, let's hear your revised answer.
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence do you intend to use to help you identify a discrepancy between the two prints?"
Ryunosuke:
I'd like to use this device, My Lord. To view the two prints stereoscopically.
Juror No. 3:
Oooh! Yes! You've caught the bug at last! You can't resist it, can you? You've got the cross-eyed compulsion!
Ryunosuke:
(Juror number three. What a surprise.)
Iris:
Come on, Runo! Let's put the pictures in place and see what this wonderful contraption shows us! ...There we go. Now, look through the eyepiece!
Leads to:
"........."
Point out a discrepancy
Leads to:
"........."
Use a piece of evidence
Ryunosuke:
Before I give my answer, My Lord, I'd like to try something if I may.
Judge:
Try something? What do you mean, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I'll need to use a certain piece of evidence from the Court Record to identify the discrepancy.
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
I'm not entirely sure I follow. Which piece of evidence do you intend to use to help you identify a discrepancy between the two prints?
Present Stereoscope
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"I'd like to use this device, My Lord."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The piece of evidence I intend to use, My Lord...is of course... (What am I doing? There's something in the Court Record whose sole purpose is to view pairs of photographs. Do you think - just maybe, Ryunosuke - this might be the time to pick that particular item out?)
Judge:
Dear me, Counsel... ...you do blow hot and cold, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...sorry, My Lord. I'd like to try that again.
Judge:
I'm sure you would. Very well then, let's hear your revised answer.
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence do you intend to use to help you identify a discrepancy between the two prints?"
Ryunosuke:
I'd like to use this device, My Lord. To view the two prints stereoscopically.
Juror No. 3:
Oooh! Yes! You've caught the bug at last! You can't resist it, can you? You've got the cross-eyed compulsion!
Ryunosuke:
(Juror number three. What a surprise.)
Iris:
Come on, Runo! Let's put the pictures in place and see what this wonderful contraption shows us! ...There we go. Now, look through the eyepiece!
Leads to:
"........."
Ryunosuke:
......... (I wasn't sure at first, but...) There is a clear discrepancy between these two prints!
Van Zieks:
What?!
Judge:
You must identify the location in question for the court, Counsel. Indicate the precise location of the discrepancy of which you speak.
Present round box on right
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Granted, these two prints are almost identical."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Obviously the discrepancy...is here!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
I must thank my learned friend. His answer has clarified the situation greatly. There is indeed a discrepancy here. Between our respective powers of reasoning.
Ryunosuke:
......... Let me guess... My powers of reasoning come up short?
Judge:
It would appear you're learning, Counsel. But not quickly enough.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (But I'm sure it's there. It's subtle, but there's a difference between those two prints. I know there is!)
Iris:
Don't give up, Runo! You can do this!
Leads back to:
"So, Counsel...in the light of the evidence put forward by the prosecution, what is your position?"
Ryunosuke:
Granted, these two prints are almost identical. However, there is one minor discrepancy between them.
Gregson:
WHAT?!
Ryunosuke:
When you view the two pictures stereoscopically... ...a single area stands out as being different: the location of this small box.
Van Zieks:
Let me... Wait... Un-Unbelievable!
Judge:
By Jove, you're right! How extraordinary!
Ryunosuke:
What this tells us is very simple! Mr McGilded's small box was indeed not stolen from Windibank's on the night in question. However, there can be no doubt... ...that somebody picked up this particular box and then returned it to its place on the shelves!
Judge:
Are you suggesting that the small box originally deposited by Mr McGilded is in fact...
Ryunosuke:
Yes! The very same small box I just identified in those photographic prints!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Mindless guesswork! What if it was?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
So a box was moved on the shelf. Nothing was stolen. Which means quite simply...that nothing has changed.
Ryunosuke:
That, that may be true, but... (Alright, McGilded's box wasn't stolen then... ...but doesn't the fact that it was moved like that change things?)
It changes nothing
Ryunosuke:
No, you're right. It changes nothing.
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...! (Is that a smile on Mr Graydon's lips? Wait a minute... What am I saying? Of course it changes things!) ...Or so I thought at first! But actually, I'd say it changes everything! ...Well?
Van Zieks:
Well! It's changed your mind, certainly. And that capricious behaviour earns you a penalty, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (I really should have thought that through better.)
Judge:
But, but Counsel... ...if nothing was stolen and all that happened was that this box was moved slightly... ...how can that possibly alter the state of affairs here in the courtroom now?
Leads to:
"The crucial point is the fact that what was moved was a small box."
It changes everything
Ryunosuke:
I believe...this changes everything about the case.
Van Zieks:
How can that possibly be?
Leads to:
"The crucial point is the fact that what was moved was a small box."
Ryunosuke:
The crucial point is the fact that what was moved was a small box. In other words, we have to consider what might have been inside that box.
Van Zieks:
What are you suggesting?
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I'm suggesting that we need to examine that box. As soon as possible! A vital piece of evidence is sitting on the shelves at Windibank's as we speak!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
That won't be necessary! Some little box belonging to a man who died two months ago can't possibly be relevant to this trial!
Judge:
The court does not uphold your objection, Lord van Zieks. Bailiff! Arrange for an officer to go to Baker Street at once. Obtain the small box in question and bring it back here for further examination!
Judge:
We should have a report within half an hour. I think perhaps we should recess for a short while until the evidence is brought forth.
Van Zieks:
To be hoodwinked by such a farce... Hmph. Disappointing.
Judge:
I beg your pardon, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
This is nothing but a smoke screen. A Nipponese speciality, it would seem.
Ryunosuke:
What are you trying to say?
Van Zieks:
My learned friend has persisted with the same line of reasoning from the very beginning. That this witness's intent was to steal an article belonging to Mr McGilded from the pawnbrokery. Yet common sense tells us...that none of the articles have value enough to be worth stealing in the first place.
Graydon:
Exactly! It would be beyond absurd to break into a place for the purpose of stealing such commonplace property.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
If Your Lordship recalls, Mr McGilded perished two months ago, immediately after the conclusion of his trial. A trial in which he was found not guilty. A trial in which it was established he was the upstanding member of society his reputation implied, in fact. So I propose a toast. To my learned friend, and his most...insightful defence.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Graydon:
The articles this upstanding member of society pawned were entirely ordinary. A black overcoat that just happened to have a music box disk in one of its pockets. And a small box. I assure you, I wouldn't accept even if the man tried to make a gift of such things to me.
You know, that does make rather a lot of sense.
It's not as if it was gold or jewels, is it? Though goodness knows, Mr McGilded was rich enough!
But you can't deposit cash at a pawnbrokery. I'm quite certain of that.
Judge:
...The prosecution's argument is undeniably compelling.
Van Zieks:
It is incumbent on the defence now to bolster its argument. To explain what possible significance these commonplace articles pawned by this fine citizen could have!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Well, Counsel? Is your argument in fact demonstrable? Are you able to show proof that the disk or the box are in any tangible way related to this case?
Ryunosuke:
Well...erm... .........
Iris:
What's the matter, Runo? We know that they're related, don't we? They're both vital pieces of evidence!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course. You and I both know that. We know McGilded's true character. And we know the disk is significant, even if we don't know why. But if we explain all that to the court at this point... ...we'll have to acknowledge that McGilded's acquittal two months ago was a mistake. That the defence's argument was flawed. Based on false information.
Iris:
Oh no!
Ryunosuke:
And that would mean... ...admitting that Gina committed perjury.
Iris:
But Ginny...
Ryunosuke:
(Could it be that van Zieks knows? Is that why he's doing this now? Because he anticipated everything?)
Iris:
But maybe... ...this could be a great opportunity for us.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What do you mean, Iris?
Iris:
Well, what is it that you always say, Runo? 'Sooner or later, the truth comes out. Every time!'
Ryunosuke:
...! (Alright, the exact significance of the things that McGilded deposited with Mr Windibank... ...is something that only Gina can explain to the court. But if I put her on the stand to testify about that... ...it could critically damage our chances of winning this case. What's the right thing to do here?)
Have Gina testify
Leads to:
"My Lord, the defence would like to make a proposal."
Leave it
Ryunosuke:
(No, I can't get Gina to testify about this. If I did, she'd be forced to admit that she is guilty of a serious offence already. And for a pickpocket like her, that would surely be the nail in the coffin as far as this trial is concerned.)
Iris:
So you're not going to call Ginny, then?
Ryunosuke:
Well, to be honest, I was on the verge of deciding not to. But...we have to uncover the truth here. And in order to do that, we might have to suffer a few consequences along the way.
Iris:
Runo!
Ryunosuke:
(In other words, there's only one course of action for us to take here.)
Leads to:
"My Lord, the defence would like to make a proposal."
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, the defence would like to make a proposal.
Judge:
Oh? What proposal, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
While the court awaits the arrival of Mr McGilded's small box... ...I would like to call the defendant, Miss Gina Lestrade, to the witness stand.
Judge:
The defendant? To what end?
Ryunosuke:
It's to do with the various articles deposited at Windibank's by Mr McGilded, My Lord. Miss Lestrade has information relating to them. I believe it would be beneficial for the court to hear what she has to say. It will prove the significance of the articles in question once and for all!
Van Zieks:
Well well...things are becoming interesting. I presume you've considered the implications of the testimony you're proposing? In particular, the impact it will have on the accused's standing...and indeed your own.
Ryunosuke:
......... I have.
Judge:
Lord van Zieks? Would you care to explain that last remark?
Van Zieks:
The prosecution accepts the defence's proposal. I move to interrupt the cross-examination of the current witness and hear from the accused herself!
Judge:
......... Very well, if you have no objection. So, the court will now hear the testimony of the defendant, Miss Gina Lestrade. You witnesses currently in the stand may step down until further notice.
Graydon:
Then I shall bid you good day.
Van Zieks:
Wait. You, sir, shall remain in the stand while Miss Lestrade testifies.
Graydon:
......... As you wish.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright then, Gina, it's time... I know this will be hard, but please! Put your faith in me here!)
Iris:
Good luck, Runo...
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
The articles that Mr McGilded had deposited in Windibank's pawnbrokery... ...are intimately related with the omnibus case, the trial of which was heard in this courtroom two months ago.
Judge:
Yes... And I remember this young lady being brought before me in that trial as well.
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. Her testimony helped to establish the innocence of the defendant, Mr McGilded.
Gina:
.........
Van Zieks:
The omnibus case was...intriguing, to say the least. And now here we all are again. The same players in that trial facing each other once more. A twist of fate perhaps...my Nipponese friend.
Ryunosuke:
......... Allow me to recap the events of two months ago. An old brickmaker was stabbed to death in an omnibus running along London's winter streets. Apart from the victim, there was only one other person in the carriage: Mr McGilded. Naturally, he was the prime suspect for the murder. But as the trial progressed, another possibility emerged. That the murder in fact took place above the defendant's head on the roof deck... ...with the body then being dropped through the skylight into the carriage below. It was Miss Lestrade whose testimony brought that possibility to light. At the time of the incident, Miss Lestrade was concealed under a seat in the carriage... ...hoping to pick the pockets of unsuspecting passengers. Then, immediately after the trial, having being acquitted of the murder... ...Mr McGilded died in this very courtroom, in the most extraordinary of circumstances.
Van Zieks:
A mystery that remains unsolved even now, two months on. As indeed does the omnibus murder itself.
Judge:
Be that as it may... ...I recall neither the disk nor this 'small box' being mentioned in the course of those proceedings.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade...
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Would you tell the court now, please? What really happened in the omnibus two months ago, I mean.
Gina:
......... I dunno wot ya mean. I already said all of wot I know!
Ryunosuke:
And what about everything you told us yesterday from inside your prison cell?
Gina:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Please, Miss Lestrade. This is extremely important.
Gina:
B-But...
Van Zieks:
Remember, little girl... ...if it transpires that you wilfully withheld information in the trial two months ago... ...the Home Office will seek to prosecute you for perjury.
Gina:
...!
Van Zieks:
And naturally, you will lose all credibility as a witness. Although, let's face facts... ...you have little credibility to lose.
Gina:
.........
Iris:
Ginny, don't listen to him! Please! You have to trust Runo now!
Gina:
I-Iris...?
Iris:
We're on your side!
Gina:
......... Alright then. ...I'll talk.
Ryunosuke:
It's the right choice, Gina.
Van Zieks:
Well, it would seem that my learned friend... ...is hell-bent on bringing the entire courtroom down about his ears. ...So be it.
Judge:
I must confess that I'm struggling to understand what on earth is happening here. However, it would appear that Mr McGilded's pawned articles and that extraordinary case of the omnibus... ...harbour secrets of which we have been hitherto unaware.
Gina:
.........
Judge:
So, Miss Lestrade, you will now give your testimony before the court about the events of two months ago. You will reveal the truth, a commodity sorely lacking in your original statements!
Ryunosuke:
(This is it, then. Everything's going to come out. Like van Zieks said... ...this could bring the whole courtroom down about my ears. But as a lawyer, I'm prepared to take that risk.)
Witness Testimony
- The Real Truth of the Omnibus Case -
Gina:
Truth is, that brickmaker cove was in the cabin o' the omnibus the whole time.
When the Irishman dragged me out from under the seat, I saw that disk on the floor.
All of a sudden, I 'eard a scream from over me 'ead, an' that pair on the roof deck went off to call the slops.
That's when McGilded slipped the driver some tin to do a run to the pawn shop round about.
...He threatened me not to snitch. Not to say nuffin' to no one about wot I'd seen or 'eard.
Judge:
Good grief, this is outrageous! What you've just told the court bears almost no resemblance to your testimony two months ago!
Van Zieks:
As you say, My Lord.
Judge:
Then, then there's every chance... ...I may have adjudicated in error in McGilded's trial! It sounds very much to me as if the man deliberately deceived this court... ...in an effort to cover up the most wicked of schemes!
Van Zieks:
Without doubt, Your Lordship is correct. A great injustice was done in this courtroom two months ago. The actions of the accused in that trial, of this witness...and of my learned friend are entirely inexcusable!
I don't believe it!
The whole trial was a farce? It was all lies?
That McGilded fellow was rotten to the core! Just like that pickpocket!
Don't forget that lawyer from the East! They were all in on it together!
Gina:
Yer wrong, the lot o' ya! Mr Narra-'Oddo - the lawyer there - 'e didn't know nuffin' about it!
Juror No. 1:
Humbug!
Juror No. 2:
I don't think so. Are we really expected to believe that?
Juror No. 4:
He really stitched everyone up, didn't he? What an operation, to get the man off scot-free!
Juror No. 5:
Unforgivable! Stop. The lies have to stop! Stop.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the defence made a terrible error of judgement. I intend to take full responsibility and suffer whatever consequences are deemed appropriate. ...However! It's imperative that the court allows the witness to elaborate on her testimony. Because the true significance of McGilded's pawned articles must be brought to light!
Van Zieks:
......... Very well...my learned student friend...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Given the depths of calamity you have just plunged yourself into, this may well be worth hearing.
Judge:
Words fail me. This situation is...utterly deplorable. Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
I will decide upon your fate following the conclusion of this trial.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, My Lord.
Gina:
Blimey, Mr Narra-'Oddo...
Judge:
Now, Counsel. Proceed with the cross-examination!
Cross-Examination
- The Real Truth of the Omnibus Case -
Gina:
Truth is, that brickmaker cove was in the cabin o' the omnibus the whole time.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And you were hiding in the cabin at the time as well, weren't you, Miss Lestrade? If I remember rightly, in the storage compartment underneath one of the seats?
Gina:
Yeah, that's right. It's pitch-black under there, so ya can't see nuffin' at all.
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; before all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
You will kindly refrain from talking amongst yourselves while the witness is giving testimony.
Gregson:
Yes, um...sorry, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(What WERE those two talking about?)
Judge:
Miss Lestrade, continue with your testimony, please.
Gina:
.........
Leads back to cross-examination
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; after all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Leads to:
"Thank you, Miss Lestrade."
Judge:
Now, in your testimony two months ago... ...I feel certain that you claimed Mr McGilded was the sole passenger, did you not?
Van Zieks:
False testimony, My Lord.
Gina:
That's...that's wot 'e told me I 'ad to say.
Ryunosuke:
But it's important that you tell us the truth now. Were Mr McGilded and the victim acquaintances?
Gina:
I dunno. But I did 'ear 'em talkin' a lot.
Ryunosuke:
What were they talking about?
Gina:
Well I couldn't 'ear too well. But if I 'ad to say... ...I think it was about money or somefin'. They kept talkin' about 'buyin'' and 'not buyin''.
Judge:
Hm, perhaps business dealings of some kind...
Gina:
Well anyway, they got louder an' louder. It started to sound like a proper fight. I was pretty scared by then. I 'ardly dared to breathe. And then, all of a sudden... ...I 'eard a noise like someone keelin' over on the floor. It was bloomin' loud an' all.
Judge:
And I believe you let out an involuntary scream?
Gina:
Yeah. That's wot gave me away.
Gina:
When the Irishman dragged me out from under the seat, I saw that disk on the floor.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Was the disk you saw this disk?
Gina:
Yeah...I reckon it probably was. It was right next to the cove lyin' on the floor.
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; before all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
You will kindly refrain from talking amongst yourselves while the witness is giving testimony.
Gregson:
Yes, um...sorry, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(What WERE those two talking about?)
Judge:
Miss Lestrade, continue with your testimony, please.
Gina:
.........
Leads back to cross-examination
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; after all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Leads to:
"Thank you, Miss Lestrade."
Judge:
Could this disk have belonged to the victim perhaps?
Gina:
I dunno, but McGilded picked it up pretty smartish. An' then 'e sat the cove wiv the knife in 'is belly up on the seat.
Ryunosuke:
What did he say to you at that time?
Gina:
'E told me not to say a word about wot I'd seen or 'eard to no one. About the disk an' all. I was dead scared. The way 'e was lookin' at me, I thought... ...if I didn't go along wiv it, I'd get stuck wiv that knife, too.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Gina:
Then 'e started askin' me a load o' questions. Like wot me name was an' where I lived an' that. 'E asked me about bein' a diver, too.
Ryunosuke:
But after a while, what had happened in the carriage was noticed?
Gina:
Yeah, that's right. First there was a kind of rappin' noise.
Gina:
All of a sudden, I 'eard a scream from over me 'ead, an' that pair on the roof deck went off to call the slops.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
There were two gentlemen occupying the seats on the roof deck, I believe?
Gina:
That's right. They must've looked down through the skylight an' noticed the cove wiv the knife in 'is guts. When they screamed, the driver pulled up the 'orses an' McGilded got me out o' sight.
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; before all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
You will kindly refrain from talking amongst yourselves while the witness is giving testimony.
Gregson:
Yes, um...sorry, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(What WERE those two talking about?)
Judge:
Miss Lestrade, continue with your testimony, please.
Gina:
.........
Leads back to cross-examination
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; after all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Leads to:
"Thank you, Miss Lestrade."
Judge:
Out of sight? Where?
Gina:
Back under the seat where I started off. Once the carriage came to an 'alt, the two coves from the roof ran off to fetch the slops.
Van Zieks:
If they immediately left to fetch the police, it would appear they were entirely unrelated to the incident.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
So that left McGilded, the driver and you still at the scene.
Gina:
Yeah. Only the driver didn't know I was there cos I was under the seat. I 'eard the cabin door open, an' a voice from outside.
Judge:
The driver, yes... He also testified in the trial, I believe. A fellow who went by the name of Beppo, if memory serves.
Ryunosuke:
What did McGilded and the driver say to each other?
Gina:
'I dunno wot 'appened,' an' stuff like that mainly.
Gina:
That's when McGilded slipped the driver some tin to do a run to the pawn shop round about.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
That pawn shop obviously being Windibank's on Baker Street.
Judge:
Ju-Just a moment, Counsel! Do, do you mean to tell me... ...that the driver gave false testimony in that trial as well?!
Van Zieks:
Perhaps the excursion to the pawnbrokery slipped his mind when he was in the stand.
Judge:
Indeed, Lord van Zieks!
Gina:
McGilded took off 'is coat an' gave it to the driver. 'E folded it up, all careful like, before 'andin' it over. When I saw 'im do that, I remember thinkin'... ...that coat an' wot's in it 'as gotta be worth a few bob.
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; before all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
You will kindly refrain from talking amongst yourselves while the witness is giving testimony.
Gregson:
Yes, um...sorry, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(What WERE those two talking about?)
Judge:
Miss Lestrade, continue with your testimony, please.
Gina:
.........
Leads back to cross-examination
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; after all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Leads to:
"Thank you, Miss Lestrade."
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, Gina was sure the disk must be worth more than Mr Windibank was suggesting, wasn't she? I remember her quibbling with him over the price that afternoon at the pawnbrokery.)
Gina:
The driver looked pretty 'appy when McGilded flashed some brass in 'is face. 'E went runnin' off at a lick. Then the bogtrotter called to me and told me to come out from the drag's cabin.
Gina:
...He threatened me not to snitch. Not to say nuffin' to no one about wot I'd seen or 'eard.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Threatened you how exactly?
Gina:
Told me I'd only be able to scarper if I did exactly wot 'e said.
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; before all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
You will kindly refrain from talking amongst yourselves while the witness is giving testimony.
Gregson:
Yes, um...sorry, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(What WERE those two talking about?)
Judge:
Miss Lestrade, continue with your testimony, please.
Gina:
.........
Leads back to cross-examination
Pursue Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson (if not already pursued; after all statements have been pressed without pursuing)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, Inspector Gregson and Mr Graydon?
.........
Ryunosuke:
INSPECTOR!!! MR GRAYDON!!!
Gregson:
WHA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Blimey! You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Ryunosuke:
You have been whispering to each other for quite some time now. Tell us, what is the discussion about?
Gregson:
Discussion? With this fella? Pull the other one, sunshine! You think I've got anythin' to talk about with a shady gent like this?
Graydon:
And I have nothing to say to this uncouth detective after he deprived me of that disk that was rightfully mine.
Ryunosuke:
(But they've clearly been talking the entire time I've been cross-examining Gina. It's as if they've been negotiating.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Leads to:
"Thank you, Miss Lestrade."
Van Zieks:
Which included giving false testimony in court two months ago?
Gina:
Yeah, that's it. And there was one other thing 'e said.
Van Zieks:
Which was?
Gina:
'E told me I'd 'ave to 'ang on to the ticket from the pawn shop. An' make sure not to lose it.
Judge:
The ticket...? Well I never!
Gina:
Said that if 'e didn't show up to get the ticket off me before two months passed... ...I 'ad to go to the pawn shop and pay the money to keep it in lug. To stop it bein' forfeited. 'E left me wiv some brass to pay for it.
Judge:
But really... ...why on earth would Mr McGilded have done such a thing? Depositing his overcoat with a pawnbroker before the arrival of the police... It makes no sense at all.
Ryunosuke:
There would seem to be only one logical explanation, My Lord. What McGilded had the driver deposit at Windibank's was something he didn't want the police to see. Something very important, that he needed to hide at all costs.
Judge:
...!
Gina:
Anyway...after that, 'e let me go. So I legged it before the coppers showed up.
Before pursuing Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson
Ryunosuke:
(Well done, Gina. It can't have been easy to tell the truth like that.)
Iris:
Ginny's really put her faith in you, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and to thank her, she'll have to face a charge of perjury once this trial's over. (So I need to use the time we have now to get as much information out of her as possible.)
Iris:
It's time to really go for it! Press her on every statement!
Ryunosuke:
I, I suppose I should...
Iris:
Oh! And another thing...
Ryunosuke:
What's that?
Iris:
Take a look at those two. Isn't it strange that they've been whispering to each other the entire time?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, that is strange. It looks like they're having a secret discussion about something... I'm not sure if I'm completely comfortable with that. I wonder if there's anything I can do about it...)
After pursuing Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson
Ryunosuke:
(Well done, Gina. It can't have been easy to tell the truth like that.)
Iris:
Ginny's really put her faith in you, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and to thank her, she'll have to face a charge of perjury once this trial's over. (So I need to use the time we have now to get as much information out of her as possible.)
Iris:
It's time to really go for it! Press her on every statement!
After pressing all statements (without pursuing) and pursuing Ashley Graydon or Tobias Gregson:
Judge:
Thank you, Miss Lestrade. Thank you, Counsel. I've heard enough. I believe we now have a reasonable understanding of what actually transpired on the omnibus.
Van Zieks:
It would appear on that night two months ago, a negotiation was taking place on the omnibus. A negotiation concerning this disk. However, matters did not run smoothly. When the parties involved began to quarrel over price, McGilded took what he wanted by force... ...at the expense of the other man's life.
Ryunosuke:
Which proves my point! The disk is clearly extremely valuable in some way! (Although I don't understand why as yet.)
Van Zieks:
And two days ago, precisely two months after the omnibus incident... ...McGilded's coat and its contents were due to be forfeited.
Gina:
I didn't know wot I should do wiv the ticket. I mean, the cove died right after 'is trial. I knew that.
Van Zieks:
So you decided you would try to claim the articles as your own.
Gina:
Well why not, eh? They were only gonna be forfeited! Why shouldn't I 'ave got 'em? Anyway, ya can't blame me for thinkin' about it. Thinkin' ain't no crime!
Judge:
Miss Lestrade, it would appear Mr McGilded was prepared to kill in order to take possession of this disk. Do you know why that would be?
Gina:
Eh? I ain't got a clue! But I reckon it must be worth a fair bit o' brass. 'E was probably gonna sell it. An' ya can't blame me for thinkin' that! Thinkin' ain't no crime!
Judge:
Hmmm...
???:
My Lord!
Bailiff:
The evidence Your Lordship requested has been located and is ready for the court's inspection, sir!
Ryunosuke:
(The mysterious little box, deposited by McGilded two months ago... There's no doubt in my mind that it's a key piece in this far-reaching puzzle!)
To be continued...
Judge:
So this is the article in question, is it? The 'small box' deposited with the pawnbroker by Mr McGilded two months ago.
Ryunosuke:
...And on the night of Mr Windibank's murder... ...the only item on the shelves that was touched by whoever broke in to the shop.
Iris:
Quick, quick! Let's open it and see what's inside!
Judge:
Good gracious! This is no ordinary box, it seems!
Ryunosuke:
(Wow! ...Although in truth, I had an inkling that might be the case.)
Van Zieks:
...It would appear that the box houses a miniature music box movement.
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
Then...is it too much to expect...?
Van Zieks:
I think it would be reasonable to assume that it is a device for the playback of this disk, My Lord.
Judge:
So, here we have the means to play back Mr McGilded's disk, deposited at Windibank's at much the same time.
Van Zieks:
Not strictly correct, My Lord. It was not McGilded's disk. It was the disk of his victim in the omnibus.
Judge:
But why, for heaven's sake? Are we to understand that the brickmaker was trying to sell this music box disk to Mr McGilded?
Ryunosuke:
......... I believe the answer will become clear if we listen to the music on the disk, My Lord.
Judge:
Yes, very well. Let the court now listen to this curious disk at last.
Gregson:
Hold it!
Gregson:
Wait! ...My Lord!
Judge:
Good grief! What is the meaning of this, Inspector?
Gregson:
The music box and the disk are, um... Well they're unrelated to the case! No, no need to spoil the sombre atmosphere in the courtroom with some silly bit o' music...
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
This disk may very well have motivated the culprit in this case to commit murder! Clearly there's every chance that it's fundamentally important to understanding what happened!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution has no objection.
Gregson:
But, but no! That piece of evidence is police property now! You can't-
Van Zieks:
Clearly Scotland Yard has some vested interest here. But it is policy of this prosecutor to leave no avenues unexplored. And you, Inspector, have no jurisdiction here to prevent that from happening.
Gregson:
GA-AAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
No further delays, please. Play the disk!
...........................
Judge:
Wh-What on earth...? That's certainly not what I would call music.
Ryunosuke:
(No... It's just the same note playing over and over again in an irregular sequence...)
Judge:
Hmmm...
Graydon:
Ha ha ha ha ha...
Judge:
Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
This, this really is priceless! After all that, the music box is broken!
Ryunosuke:
Broken?! (It, it can't be, can it?)
Graydon:
Well obviously! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised... ...if the officer sent to fetch it didn't drop it on the way back to the courtroom.
Judge:
Well, with much regret... ...I feel the court must accept that this music box offers little in the way of clues.
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Are you ready to move on, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
(Come on...! Yes, alright, it does sound as though it's completely broken, but...is it?) Could this 'music' emanating from the music box possibly be a new clue?
No way
Ryunosuke:
I agree that it doesn't appear to be relevant, My Lord.
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...What prompted that triumphant wiggle?
Graydon:
Nothing in particular.
Ryunosuke:
Really?! Or was it because that 'music' is in fact a very significant clue?!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
You never learn, do you? When you speak, you must mean what you say. ...Or be prepared to suffer the consequences!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Erm... Am I to understand that you do indeed consider this repetitive monotone to be relevant somehow? 
Leads to:
"It's an abomination, Counsel! Mere noise!"
It could be a clue
Ryunosuke:
I believe that it could be relevant, My Lord.
Judge:
Good Lord! But, but how can it be?
Leads to:
"It's an abomination, Counsel! Mere noise!"
Judge:
It's an abomination, Counsel! Mere noise! I fail to see how it can have any meaning whatsoever.
Ryunosuke:
(It does sound strange, I agree. But there's one thing bothering me... While Graydon stands there chortling victoriously... ...the inspector beside him has a rather telling expression on his face. It's as if Gregson recognises the sound. As if he's familiar with it somehow... And that's making him appear extremely on edge.)
Van Zieks:
If that's the stance of the defence, my Nipponese friend, answer me this...
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
...........................
Van Zieks:
Just what relevance do you propose this woeful chiming has on this case?
Ryunosuke:
......... It's the defence's belief that the sound emanating from this music box is...
Broken
Ryunosuke:
Clearly the music box is broken in some way!
Van Zieks:
.........
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
Counsel... ...I feel you are perhaps floundering in your non-native tongue, but 'broken' is tantamount to irrelevant here.
Van Zieks:
Indeed. And here's to your own irrelevant noise, my learned friend!
Ryunosuke:
Naaargh! (The music, or whatever you want to call it, has to be relevant somehow. ...Which might actually be the point!)
Van Zieks:
Let's see if you grasp the question better next time around...
Leads back to:
"..........................."
An unusual genre of music
Ryunosuke:
It could be an unusual genre of music that none of us are familiar with!
Van Zieks:
.........
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
Counsel... ...would you care to elaborate on that remark?
Ryunosuke:
Well, it...it could be a new style of music that's about to take the world by storm, for example!
Judge:
I think not, Counsel. Such monotonous nonsense could be pleasing to no one's ear, surely.
Van Zieks:
Well said, My Lord. And here's to my learned friend seeing that remark's true meaning!
Ryunosuke:
Naaargh! (The music, or whatever you want to call it, has to be relevant somehow. ...Which might actually be the point!)
Van Zieks:
Let's see if you grasp the question better next time around...
Leads back to:
"..........................."
Not supposed to be music
Leads to:
"Just because this is a music box, it doesn't necessarily mean the sounds we're hearing are music."
Ryunosuke:
Just because this is a music box, it doesn't necessarily mean the sounds we're hearing are music.
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(Look at that. The smile vanished from Graydon's lips as soon as I said it. I'm on the right lines here. I must be!)
Iris:
Hehe, making deductions based on how people react to what you say... You're acting just like Hurley, Runo!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The sounds we're hearing aren't necessarily music? Well, now that you've told us what they are not... ...I'm sure the court would like to hear what they are. Do enlighten us, my Nipponese friend.
Ryunosuke:
...! Well, um...
Van Zieks:
Surely you have an idea in mind? Because if not... ...it will be the death of your ill-formed argument!
Graydon:
Exactly. The music box is clearly broken. Refusing to accept that fact is pure foolishness!
Ryunosuke:
(They've got me! I don't know what the answer is...yet!)
Iris:
Um, Runo... ...I've just examined the music box very thoroughly... ...and I'm fairly certain that it's not broken at all.
Ryunosuke:
Really?!
Iris:
Really. The way it's been made, it can only produce a single note anyway.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Iris!
(Alright, well if the music box isn't broken... ...it must mean that the sounds it's producing have some significance that isn't musical. ......... Ah! Could it be...? Is that what these sounds are?!)
Iris:
Something's just struck me, Runo. I feel like recently - in the past few hours even... ...I've heard another sound very much like the one this music box makes.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Yes, it's a familiar sound.) Actually, Iris... ...I was just thinking exactly the same thing.
Judge:
I'm going to have to press the defence for an answer. If your assertion is that the sound produced by this music box is not in fact music at all... ...then what the devil is it, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
(All the evidence we've seen so far... All the testimony we've heard... It's all pointing to one single answer now!)
Van Zieks:
The prosecution demands that my learned Nipponese friend presents proof now! Tangible proof of this latest, wild speculation!
Ryunosuke:
......... Alright then. (This could be the best chance I'm going to get to fight back in this trial. And if I'm right, it's going to join all the dots together!) The evidence that explains the true nature of the sounds on this music box disk is...
Present Today's Paper (after examining picture on back)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Today's paper, Counsel?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Obviously it's this!
Judge:
I'm afraid to say, Counsel... ...that you were being rather optimistic with that leading 'obviously' there.
Ryunosuke:
......... If I'm honest, as I thumped my hands down just now... ...I had an inkling that it was going to hurt me more than the bench.
Van Zieks:
Well. At least one of your 'inklings' was correct, then.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Iris:
That arrhythmic tinging sound the music box makes is definitely familiar somehow.
Ryunosuke:
It's almost like some sort of code... The question is how to show that the tinging sound has a connection to this case. (Perhaps I should have a good look through all the evidence in the Court Record again.)
Iris:
I'm going to have a good look through the Court Record again too, I think!
Leads back to:
"The evidence that explains the true nature of the sounds on this music box disk is..."
Judge:
Today's paper, Counsel? The headline is 'Pawnbroker Perishes in Pickpurse Plunder!' ...Hardly supportive of your cause.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...no, My Lord. I was hoping you'd look a little further down the page...
Judge:
Further down? 'Ministry Mole? Classified Secrets May Have Been Leaked Overseas From Ministry of Justice'... Yes, this is a very serious matter, being investigated at the highest level, I understand.
Van Zieks:
I have heard that international transmissions along supposedly secure lines are somehow being intercepted... ...and leaked to various other countries.
Ryunosuke:
And presumably...those transmissions are in the form of wired telegrams?
Van Zieks:
Of course.
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five! Your input, please!
Juror No. 5:
......... Stop. Oh! M-Me, sir? Whatever is the matter?
Ryunosuke:
You told the court before that you worked at the same communication station as Mr Graydon, did you not?
Juror No. 5:
Y-Yes, that's correct.
Ryunosuke:
And the particular station where you work... ...deals with government communications and newspaper reports?
Juror No. 5:
Oh, yes! We're not your run-of-the-mill communication station at all. Our work is extremely important.
Ryunosuke:
Then tell me...is this not a very familiar sound?
Juror No. 5:
Hm...? ......... You, you don't mean to say...? Is it...?
Ryunosuke:
That's right, madam. It bears more than a passing resemblance to the sound made by your telegraph machine as you tap it. I believe it's called...Morse code?
Juror No. 5:
But... I don't believe it!
Ryunosuke:
Now correct me if I'm wrong...but when it comes to leaking telegrams from government departments... ...there could be nobody more perfectly placed than a highly skilled communications officer!
Van Zieks:
Are, are you suggesting that the music box disk... ...contains stolen government secrets in Morse code?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar! Please, everyone! Ordaaar!!! But this... This is... This is high treason, Counsel! Deserving of capital punishment!
Juror No. 6:
Too much new wocabulary! What is this 'treason'? And what is 'capital punishment'?
Ryunosuke:
(The sorts of words I'd half expect you to know...)
Judge:
For our sovereign government's confidential information, hostile nations would surely pay almost any price!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...and on that night two months ago... ...that was the very negotiation that was taking place inside the omnibus!
Van Zieks:
But in the end, McGilded perished, and the all-important disk lay unclaimed in the pawnbrokery...
Judge:
My word!
Ryunosuke:
In which case... ...whoever stole that information in the first place must surely have been beside himself with worry. Because if the disk were to be discovered before it found its way out of the country...
Judge:
...It would reveal an act of high treason punishable by death!
Ryunosuke:
So the culprit had no choice but to retrieve it. And in order to do that... ...he would have to gain entry to the pawnbrokery illegally in the middle of the night. Because the article left behind by Mr McGilded would incriminate him too much if it got into the wrong hands. Isn't that right...Mr Graydon?!
Graydon:
......... You, you think I've been stealing government secrets? Preposterous! Absolutely preposterous!
Judge:
So, in response to the defence's accusation... ...you claim complete innocence, do you?
Graydon:
Well of course I do! I've had to stand here in silence while that pretentious foreign lawyer has been prattling away!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Then by all means...counter the charges, sir!
Graydon:
...!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution demands the witness testifies...in response to the accusations brought by the defence!
Graydon:
......... ...Delighted, I'm sure.
Judge:
The witness is reminded that the crime under scrutiny in this trial is the murder of the pawnbroker, Mr Windibank. That being a most flagitious offence, for which the law of this land sanctions a capital punishment. But the heinous act of high treason is no less serious a crime. ...I urge you to bear that in mind as you testify, Mr Graydon.
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
So then, let us proceed. You may-
???:
Hold it!
Nash:
Ya gotta let us 'ave a rabbit an' pork 'ere, guvnor! We got things to say!
Judge:
I, I beg your pardon? Who do you think you are?
Nash:
Name's Nash Skulkin! Occupation is...profeshnal baddie.
Ringo:
Name's Ringo Skulkin! But we ain't baddies enough to sell out our muvverland!
Nash:
That's right. We're wot they call...
...the Three Skulkin Bruvvers! .........
Gregson:
Bad timin', fellas! Very bad timin'.
Witness Testimony
- Graydon's Counter -
Graydon:
A mere communications officer couldn't possibly steal confidential government information!
Besides, the sounds produced by that music box aren't even Morse code!
It was some low-class brickmaker negotiating with McGilded anyway, was it not? I've no relation to the man!
Nash:
Look, all we dun is break into the gaff the other night like wot 'e told us to do!
Ringo:
If we'd known there woz dodgy gov'ment secrets involved, we wouldn't 'ave touched it!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
......... Erm...Mr and Mr Skulkin...
Nash:
One mister'll do, guvnor. ...Wot's up?
Judge:
Do I take it that you now admit to the crime? That on the night in question, you did indeed gain entry to the premises illegally? And moreover...you did so as a party of three, in collaboration with Mr Graydon here?
Nash:
.........
WE DID, GUV, WE DID!!!
Judge:
Quieten down, please. ...What say you to that, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
...I have no idea what these two ruffians are referring to.
Nash:
You little rotter, gettin' us mixed up in all this monkey business! You never said nuffin' about no gov'ment secrets! It woz s'posed to be a straight-up job!
Ringo:
An' wot about the geezer whose shop it woz, eh? Poor old bloke didn't 'ave to die, did 'e?!
Graydon:
Agh...!
Ryunosuke:
(Nice to know who your friends are...)
Graydon:
Whatever these men say, I deny the accusations.
Judge:
Indeed... Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this little music box to become so significant in the proceedings. However, as it has, I will admit it into the Court Record as evidence.
The small music box has been entered into the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Small Music Box
Mechanism in top compartment
Ryunosuke:
This is the mechanism that turns the bumps on the disk into sound...isn't it?
Iris:
Yes, the 'movement'. It's all thanks to the comb with its teeth that are plucked by the passing bumps. Usually, the teeth on the comb are different lengths so that each one produces a different tone. But this comb is very strange. All the teeth are exactly the same length.
Ryunosuke:
Well...what does that mean?
Iris:
It means that no matter which tooth is plucked by the passing bumps, the music box will make the same sound. I've never seen a music box like it before.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it is strange. A music box that can only play a single note... (There has to be some significance to that, surely.)
Music box disk
Ryunosuke:
See how the 'For McGilded' disk sits in the music box the man deposited at Windibank's. It couldn't be a more perfect fit.
Iris:
So there's no question then! The disk was designed to be played in this music box.
Ryunosuke:
Yet despite that, the sounds it produces are neither musical, nor do they appear to have any meaning. (It just doesn't make any sense...)
Iris:
I wonder... ...if perhaps there's more to this music box than meets the eye. Maybe we haven't discovered all its secrets yet.
Knob on bottom
Ryunosuke:
...Oh!
Iris:
What is it, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
I've, I've just noticed something about this music box... It looks like the bottom of it opens up as well.
Iris:
Ah! You're right! Well come on then! What are you waiting for? Let's open it!
Ryunosuke:
Alright then...here goes...
Iris:
Look at that! There's another movement on the underside!
Ryunosuke:
So...does that mean... ...you can set another disk to play back on this side?
Iris:
Yes, I think so. And it looks like the two movements are linked together.
Ryunosuke:
They're linked?
Iris:
So if you had two disks, they would both play back at the same time.
Bottom compartment (after examining knob on bottom)
Ryunosuke:
Who'd have thought there would be a second movement on the underside of the box?
Iris:
And this movement is like the other one. The comb's teeth are all the same length.
Ryunosuke:
So...this movement also only produces a single tone, like the other one?
Iris:
Yes, it must do. Except that the length of the teeth on the two combs isn't the same. So the single tone produced by this movement will be different to the single tone we've already heard.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
Basically, each movement can only produce a single note...
Ryunosuke:
...but the notes they produce are different. (A music box that can only play two tones...)
Cross-Examination
- Graydon's Counter -
Graydon:
A mere communications officer couldn't possibly steal confidential government information!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So is this newspaper headline accurate? Government communications ARE being intercepted?
Graydon:
How could I possibly know?
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by that?
Graydon:
Any important government communications are handled by high-level officers. By specialists. General members of staff in the station where I work would never be entrusted with sensitive information.
???:Oh no! Stop. Must say something! Stop.
Ryunosuke:
(Let me guess...) Juror number five!
Juror No. 5:
We regular communication station officers aren't as lowly as you're being led to believe! A team of us are responsible for setting up and testing the telegraphs used by the ministry. And Mr Graydon is the team leader!
Ryunosuke:
That's...fascinating.
Graydon:
.........
Juror No. 5:
Graydon is highly skilled operator! Stop. Currently in presence of idol! Stop.
Judge:
Hm... So you had access to the equipment used for these confidential communications, Mr Graydon...
Graydon:
Well, what of it?! The transmissions are always made behind closed doors so they can't be heard! And in any case, all messages are sent enciphered. Normal employees couldn't possibly understand them!
Juror No. 5:
Oh no! Stop. Must say something! Stop. Mr Graydon regularly attends meetings with ministry technicians and the ministry communications team! He assists them in ensuring that there are no errors in important international communications! And he's received the top prize at the Cipher-Cracking Convention five years in a row now!
Ryunosuke:
That's...fascinating.
Graydon:
.........
Juror No. 5:
Graydon is highly skilled operator! Stop. Currently in presence of idol! Stop.
Graydon:
Well your idol would appreciate it if you'd keep your mouth shut!
Ryunosuke:
(She should really pick her idols more carefully...)
Graydon:
I, I tell you this lawyer's accusations are completely unfounded!
Graydon:
Besides, the sounds produced by that music box aren't even Morse code!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
They're not?!
Graydon:
To anyone with a brain, that would be blatantly apparent on listening to that music box for even a few seconds.
Ryunosuke:
......... Of course, of course.
Van Zieks:
Surely it can't be that my learned friend is unfamiliar with Morse code?
Ryunosuke:
(Ouch. He looks genuinely shocked at my ignorance.)
???:Ha ha ha!
Juror No. 5:
I would be more than happy to demonstrate the basics for you, sir.
Ryunosuke:
A, a lesson...here in court?
Juror No. 5:
Morse code is a continuous series of two distinct tones.
Ryunosuke:
Tones, you say?
Juror No. 5:
Yes. A short 'dot' and a long 'dash'. By combining those in different ways, you construct letters.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Juror No. 5:
For example, this is 'A'... And this is 'B'... But when you listen to the sound produced by this music box, you only hear one tone, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
But, but it sounds so similar! The rhythm of it is the same and everything!
Van Zieks:
But there's no discernible meaning to this apparently random sequence of sounds. So your assertion is fundamentally flawed. This is not Morse code.
Ryunosuke:
NOOOOOOOO!
Graydon:
Ha ha ha ha ha... Really, you shouldn't be so surprised. What did I tell you? That music box is nothing but a worthless piece of scrap! Perhaps you might consider studying your subject matter before casting aspersions in future!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Stop. Nothing to say, but... Stop.)
Iris:
Oh, it's so frustrating, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Iris?
Iris:
I mean, if the government secrets were somehow being leaked using the music box... ...so many other things would slot into place so nicely.
Ryunosuke:
(Could there still be something I haven't considered...? Would it really be impossible to use this music box somehow to play back Morse code?)
It seems impossible
Ryunosuke:
The defence will concede that the music box is irrelevant. ...For the time being.
Graydon:
'For the time being'? Such optimism. Too debonair to admit defeat, are we?
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...those gesticulations are really starting to grate.)
Iris:
Hm...it can't be Morse code unless is [sic] has two distinct tones...
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps I should examine that music box in a little more detail.)
Graydon:
.........
Leads back to cross-examination
Give it a try
Ryunosuke:
There's still every possibility that this music box was instrumental in the leaking of government secrets. That's the belief of the defence, at least.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Does it please you in some way, my Nipponese friend, to repeat the same line of argument ad infinitum? It's already been established that to be Morse code, two tones are required. Dots...and dashes.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm well aware of that.
Van Zieks:
Then, what?
Judge:
Well, it would appear the defence has a hypothesis to put forward.
Graydon:
...!
Judge:
You had better present your idea at once, Counsel. How do you propose that this music box, which appears to produce only a single tone... ...could have been used to cipher secret messages into Morse code?
Examine knob on bottom, then present bottom compartment (before correctly presenting McGilded Case Notes)
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Good gracious! What am I looking at here? Another movement on the underside of the music box?
Van Zieks:
What?
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
It appears, My Lord, that the two movements are linked together. In other words, you can put two disks in this music box... ...and the sounds of both will play back at the same time!
Judge:
Good heavens!
Ryunosuke:
As the court has heard, Morse code comprises of two tones: a short 'dot' and a long 'dash'. With a second disk in place, this music box could be used to generate Morse code and convey a message!
Graydon:
This is beyond a joke!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry?
Graydon:
This poor excuse for a lawyer has absolutely no evidence to support his claims!
Van Zieks:
Though of course... ...if my learned friend were able to present the court with the second disk, that would be another matter. ...Well?
Ryunosuke:
I, I can't...at the moment.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
And may I remind the court that as the witness has pointed out... ...he was not the one in the omnibus with McGilded two months ago, striking a deal over the disk or disks.
Judge:
Indeed. That was Mr Mason, the brickmaker.
Graydon:
Exactly! I had nothing whatsoever to do with it!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Though it has holes, I must admit the argument presented by the defence has much promise. I believe the cross-examination should continue.
Ryunosuke:
(The link between Graydon and the victim of the omnibus case must be there somewhere. But I haven't found it yet...)
Iris:
Oh dear... It looks like you need to give your argument more strength, Runo.
Judge:
You will reiterate your testimony if you please, Mr Graydon.
Graydon:
If I must, though I maintain exactly what I did at the start of this pointless cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
Examine knob on bottom, then present bottom compartment (after correctly presenting McGilded Case Notes)
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Good gracious! What am I looking at here? Another movement on the underside of the music box?
Van Zieks:
What?
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
It appears, My Lord, that the two movements are linked together. In other words, you can put two disks in this music box... ...and the sounds of both will play back at the same time!
Judge:
Good heavens!
Ryunosuke:
As the court has heard, Morse code comprises of two tones: a short 'dot' and a long 'dash'. With a second disk in place, this music box could be used to generate Morse code and convey a message!
Leads to:
"AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Yes! This is it, then!
Judge:
......... It appears you know what's coming, Counsel. Clearly that was an answer given in desperation by one floundering to substantiate his argument!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAH! (Ugh... Was it that obvious?)
Iris:
I'm sure you're on the right lines, Runo. There's something about that music box. There has to be!
Judge:
Continue with the cross-examination, Counsel.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after correctly presenting bottom compartment in Small Music Box)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
However! As the defence has just demonstrated... ...the music box is able to play a second disk simultaneously.
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Which means there's a possibility the device could in fact have been used to produce Morse code!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
My Nipponese friend forces me to repeat myself. The courtroom is no place for mere possibilities. Present the second disk of which you speak...or your argument is dead in the water.
Ryunosuke:
I, I just can't do that at this time.
Van Zieks:
And may I remind the court that as the witness has pointed out... ...he was not the one in the omnibus with McGilded two months ago, striking a deal over the disk or disks.
Judge:
Indeed. That was Mr Mason, the brickmaker.
Graydon:
Exactly! I had nothing whatsoever to do with it!
Van Zieks:
So as my learned friend appears to be persisting with this line of argument... ...I presume the defence is able to show a connection between the brickmaker and this witness?
Ryunosuke:
...! (He's got me. I have to find a decisive piece of evidence here or it's all over!)
Graydon:
It was some low-class brickmaker negotiating with McGilded anyway, was it not? I've no relation to the man!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So two months ago in that omnibus...McGilded killed the brickmaker and stole the disk...
Van Zieks:
Mr Mason was a single man with almost nothing to his name. It seems he lived in an artisan quarter some years ago, but people there remember little about him.
Ryunosuke:
That doesn't make much sense, though, does it? How would a humble brickmaker come to acquire secret government information?
Graydon:
How indeed?
Ryunosuke:
There must have been somebody else involved behind the scenes in all of this. Somebody who acquired the disk and gave it to Mr Mason... ...in order to take it to the meeting with McGilded and negotiate a deal!
Graydon:
......... Dear me. You may have it in for me, sir, but I assure you...I have far more class than that.
Ryunosuke:
(An old brickmaker from an artisan quarter and this well-to-do communications officer... If only I could find some evidence to link the two of them together...)
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
If you have nothing more to add on that note, let us return to the witness testimony.
Present McGilded Case Notes (after Ashley Graydon profile is updated in the Court Record; before correctly presenting bottom compartment in Small Music Box)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Ashley Milverton... Tell me, why did you try to hide your former name from the court?
Graydon:
Because I haven't gone by that name for years. It means nothing to me!
Ryunosuke:
No, I don't think that's the real explanation at all. The truth is...you had a reason to hide that name!
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
Explain yourself, please, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
I have here the notes from the omnibus case, My Lord. And as we all know, the victim - the man who we now understand to have been negotiating with McGilded...
Judge:
Yes...Mr Mason, the brickmaker?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. Only 'Mason' wasn't his surname at all. It was his given name. His full name...was Mason Milverton.
Judge:
Mil... Milverton?! Do, do you mean to say...? Saints alive!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Ashley Milverton... ...is it not the case that the brickmaker, Mr Mason Milverton...was your father?
Graydon:
Ugh! I, I don't...
Van Zieks:
As I believe I mentioned earlier... ...your family history will have been thoroughly checked when you joined the civil service. And it really would take no time at all for the court to subpoena those records.
Graydon:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
The truth is you have been illegally acquiring highly confidential government information... ...and selling it on to McGilded in collaboration with your father!
Graydon:
Objection!
Graydon:
This is slander!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Graydon:
I carved a new life for myself as a respectable communications officer. As a gentleman! I have no idea what my father has been up to. But it has nothing to do with me!
Van Zieks:
And may I remind the court... ...that the assertion that this disk contains some sort of message in Morse code has been reliably disproven. By a professional and independent communications officer, no less.
Judge:
Hmmm... The relationship between the victim of the omnibus case and this witness is undoubtedly significant. However, the defence's argument remains somewhat incomplete, I feel.
Ryunosuke:
No!
Judge:
I believe the cross-examination should continue.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, so Morse code uses two tones. If I could just demonstrate the possibility that this could have been used to generate two distinct tones...)
Iris:
Hm...perhaps we should have a really good look over the music box, Runo.
Judge:
You will reiterate your testimony if you please, Mr Graydon.
Graydon:
If I must, though I maintain exactly what I did at the start of this pointless cross-examination.
Present McGilded Case Notes (after Ashley Graydon profile is updated in the Court Record; after correctly presenting bottom compartment in Small Music Box)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Ashley Milverton... Tell me, why did you try to hide your former name from the court?
Graydon:
Because I haven't gone by that name for years. It means nothing to me!
Ryunosuke:
No, I don't think that's the real explanation at all. The truth is...you had a reason to hide that name!
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
Explain yourself, please, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
I have here the notes from the omnibus case, My Lord. And as we all know, the victim - the man who we now understand to have been negotiating with McGilded...
Judge:
Yes...Mr Mason, the brickmaker?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. Only 'Mason' wasn't his surname at all. It was his given name. His full name...was Mason Milverton.
Judge:
Mil... Milverton?! Do, do you mean to say...? Saints alive!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Ashley Milverton... ...is it not the case that the brickmaker, Mr Mason Milverton...was your father?
Graydon:
Ugh! I, I don't...
Van Zieks:
As I believe I mentioned earlier... ...your family history will have been thoroughly checked when you joined the civil service. And it really would take no time at all for the court to subpoena those records.
Graydon:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
The truth is you have been illegally acquiring highly confidential government information... ...and selling it on to McGilded in collaboration with your father!
Leads to:
"AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
Press (after correctly presenting McGilded Case Notes)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
No relation, you say? That's a blatant lie! Mason Milverton was your father!
Graydon:
......... I'm not obliged to talk about my family history here. The name Milverton is a distant memory to me. Now...I'm a man of more class. I severed ties with Mason long ago. He has no place in my new life.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Certainly, the idea of a humble brickmaker gaining access to government secrets seems far-fetched. But having learnt that his son is an elite communications officer, the idea suddenly becomes more credible.
Graydon:
......... Credible or not... ...I have no intention of admitting to any of these outlandish claims.
Ryunosuke:
(You will... I just need more time.)
Nash:
Look, all we dun is break into the gaff the other night like wot 'e told us to do!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Like Mr Graydon told you to do, you mean?
Nash:
That's it, yeah. Who else, eh? Silly me thought 'e woz just poppin' over for a natter after all them years, but the rotter 'ad a dodgy job for us! Eh, Ash?
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Let me stop you there, Mr Skulkin! 'After all them years,' you say? Do you mean to tell me that Mr Graydon is an acquaintance of yours?
Nash:
We're the sociable kind o' baddies, ya know? Sure, let's say Graydon's an old china.
Pursue Ringo Skulkin
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong, Mr Skulkin?
Nash:
Eh?
Ryunosuke:
No, the other Mr Skulkin...
Ringo:
Wot? Who, me?
Ryunosuke:
When your brother was testifying just now, he said something that seemed to cause you to react.
Ringo:
Oh. I woz just rememberin' the old days, that's all. We used to 'ave a right old laugh together way back when.
Ryunosuke:
Together...with Mr Graydon, you mean?
Ringo:
Yeah, wiv Ash. I mean, ya look at 'im now in 'is fancy whistle an' flute, an' ya wouldn't Adam an' Eve it... ...but when 'e woz younger, 'e was from the poor part o' town, just like us.
Ryunosuke:
Is that so?
Ringo:
But 'e woz always a leary one. 'E 'ad the brains. 'E 'ad the savvy. Always comin' up wiv smart ideas like wot would never 'ave gone through our 'eads.
Nash:
Gor blimey, ain't that the troof! Remember 'Milverton & Skulkin's Milk Run'? That woz a corker, eh?
Van Zieks:
Save it until after the trial! Your reminiscing has no place in this courtroom. And neither does your fruit.
Nash:
Oi! The geezer asked us a question, didn't 'e? An' we woz answerin'!
Ringo:
Yeah, we ain't done nuffin' wrong!
Judge:
Nevertheless, the court is not prepared to accompany you on your trip down memory lane. Counsel, can we turn our attention back to the testimony, please?
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know... Could that sentimental story be relevant somehow?)
Add it to the testimony
Ryunosuke:
My Lord!
Judge:
Yes, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
The brothers' last sentimental statement...could hold vital information relating to this case!
Judge:
Very well, Counsel. I will permit the brothers to supplement their testimony with that detail. ...Briefly, I hasten to add.
Say no more! ...A Skulkin's never skulkin'!
Adds statement: "'Milverton & Skulkin's Milk Run'... Gor, them were the days!"
Let it go
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course, My Lord. I apologise for the diversion. (Watching them munch on that fruit is making me hungry, anyway. I'd love to crunch some of that apple!)
Iris:
Oh, I prefer pears! They're so sweet!
Judge:
Very good. So, Mr and Mr Skulkin, you will reiterate the rest of your testimony for the court.
Say no more! ...A Skulkin's never skulkin'!
Leads back to cross-examination
Graydon:
Enough! Why don't you 'baddies' desist with the fiction?
Nash:
...!
Graydon:
Obviously...I don't know these men from Adam! Now, for the last time, stop trying to implicate me in your sordid thievery!
Nash:
Well that's bloomin' nice, innit? You little turncoat! Fine, if that's 'ow ya want it... Two can play at that game! We ain't never 'eard o' this geezer before, either! Don't know 'im from Adam!
Ryunosuke:
Uhh...
Nash:
Never spoken to 'im before in me life! Never even seen 'im!
Ringo:
Never, Nash! NEVER!
Judge:
Good grief! Such a blatant lie will not stand in my courtroom!
Ringo:
Well, well...all I'll say is this...
Press (after adding sixth statement)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Like Mr Graydon told you to do, you mean?
Nash:
That's it, yeah. Who else, eh? Silly me thought 'e woz just poppin' over for a natter after all them years, but the rotter 'ad a dodgy job for us! Eh, Ash?
Graydon:
Enough! Why don't you 'baddies' desist with the fiction?
Nash:
...!
Graydon:
Obviously...I don't know these men from Adam! Now, for the last time, stop trying to implicate me in your sordid thievery!
Nash:
Well that's bloomin' nice, innit? You little turncoat! Fine, if that's 'ow ya want it... Two can play at that game! We ain't never 'eard o' this geezer before, either! Don't know 'im from Adam!
Ryunosuke:
Uhh...
Nash:
Never spoken to 'im before in me life! Never even seen 'im!
Ringo:
Never, Nash! NEVER!
Judge:
Good grief! Such a blatant lie will not stand in my courtroom!
Ringo:
Well, well...all I'll say is this...
Ringo:
If we'd known there woz dodgy gov'ment secrets involved, we wouldn't 'ave touched it!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So did you know nothing about this music box?
Ringo:
We didn't know nuffin'! We still don't know nuffin'! And we ain't plannin' on knowin' nuffin' about it, neither!
Ryunosuke:
But two nights ago, you did indeed break into Windibank's pawnbrokery, didn't you? In your original testimony... ...you said that the door of the shop was ajar, and that it was like some kind of a sign, begging you to go in. But the truth is...you were planning to break into Windibank's all along, weren't you?
Ringo:
We were, guv, we were. Yer right there.
Nash:
Cos that's wot 'e told us to do! It woz 'is plan!
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And why was it Mr Graydon's plan to break into Windibank's that night? Did you not ask the reason?
Ringo:
Well, um...erm... ...'E said the place woz full o' stuff worth nickin'. That's wot 'e told us beforehand, anyway. Turned out it woz a load o' cobblers, didn't it? I weren't best pleased, I can tell ya!
Ryunosuke:
(In any case, if they know the real reason, it doesn't sound like they're going to give it away...)
Nash:
'Milverton & Skulkin's Milk Run'... Gor, them were the days!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure I'm going to regret asking, but...what exactly was that? Some kind of business?
Nash:
Just a little scheme we 'ad goin' back when we woz youngsters. A bit o' fun, really.
Ringo:
Deliverin' fresh milk to the locals, that's wot it woz all about!
Ryunosuke:
That sounds alarmingly legitimate. There must be a catch. (I suppose since we're here, I should ask them to elaborate. But on what?)
The business model
Ryunosuke:
So...how did your little business work exactly?
Nash:
Well, every mornin' down our way, the milkman would come wiv 'is cart to deliver milk, see. If ya stuck yer empties outside yer front door, 'e would leave ya them full again, right?
Ringo:
So...we swooped in on the action! Got people to sign up wiv us. We promised to deliver milk fer 'alf the price o' the other geezers doin' it! People couldn't wait to sign on the dotted line! We were rakin' it in, we were!
Ryunosuke:
So...did you live on a dairy farm or something?
Ringo:
Gordon Bennett! Are you off yer rocker?! We 'ad nuffin'! We were too poor to 'ave a farm!
Ryunosuke:
Right.
Nash:
Nah, wot we 'ad goin' on woz simple once you 'ad the idea. We'd just switch 'em over, see. Our customers' empties wiv the full ones from anyone who wasn't on our books. A doddle, right?
Ryunosuke:
......... I think you meant to say 'a diddle'. And that's a crime.
Nash:
It woz just an 'armless bit o' fun, that's all!
Judge:
Milking the general public in such a fashion is most certainly not ''armless', as you put it.
Ringo:
Well, it woz 'im wot came up wiv the idea. Ash is the evil genius.
Ryunosuke:
You mean, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
.........
Ringo:
Yeah, Ash always 'ad 'is 'ead in a book when we woz growin' up. Said 'e woz gonna get 'imself an edumation an' get out o' that slum we lived in.
Nash:
Cor, we all ragged 'im about that, didn't we? Told 'im 'e woz soft in the 'ead to even think it! But look at 'im now. 'E's only gone an' become a blinkin' com...commaca...comnication officer, ain't 'e?
Judge:
A communications officer, Mr Skulkin.
Iris:
......... Hm...Sholmes & Wilson's Milk Run...
Ryunosuke:
No, Iris! Don't even think about it!
Leads back to cross-examination
The business name
Ryunosuke:
So this business was just a bit of fun, you say? And it was just yourselves and Mr Graydon involved?
Nash:
Yeah, that's it.
Ryunosuke:
'Milverton & Skulkin's Milk Run', was it?
Ringo:
Yeah, that's it.
Ryunosuke:
And where did the 'Milverton' part come from?
Nash:
Oh right. I thought a clever clogs like you'd 'ave worked that one out. That's 'is-
Graydon:
Hold it!
Graydon:
Enough of this! How much longer are we expected to listen to this drivel? I don't-
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Let me guess? You don't accept anything these two witnesses are saying?
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Tell me! Why is it that it was only at the mention of the name Milverton that you decided to interject?
Graydon:
B-Because I...well...
Nash:
It weren't the 'appiest of 'omes that one came from.
Ringo:
Yeah, 'is old man woz strugglin' fer money so much, 'is wife walked out on 'im.
Nash:
She took the name Graydon then, see.
Ringo:
But Ash will always be Milverton to us!
Ryunosuke:
Milverton... So that used to be your surname, did it?
Graydon:
Of course not! This is all bunkum! I've been a Graydon since I was born! Do you really think you can rely on the testimony of these two thieves, hm?
Van Zieks:
You're a communications officer attached to the civil service. As such, your personal details will have been thoroughly checked at the time of your appointment. It would be a very simple matter indeed to subpoena those records, Mr...Graydon.
Graydon:
Agh!
Judge:
Well. It would appear that Mr and Mr Skulkin's testimony has been reliable...for once. You were born Ashley Milverton, then. Is that correct?
Graydon:
......... Very well. Yes.
Ryunosuke:
(So Ashley Graydon was once Ashley Milverton... That information could change things... And could turn out to be extremely important.)
Ashley Graydon's personal profile has been updated in the Court Record.
Graydon:
.........
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it
Ryunosuke:
Well, nothing about that seems particularly relevant here, so...I think I've heard enough.
Nash:
Eh? Come on, guv, I woz just warmin' up there. I got plenty to tell!
Ringo:
Yeah, come on. Ya can't say you ain't gonna bite now. Yer the one who brought it up!
Ryunosuke:
(That makes me the only one not biting here, in fact.)
Judge:
Let us return to the witnesses' testimony then.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after Ashley Graydon profile is updated in the Court Record)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...how did your little business work exactly?
Nash:
Well, every mornin' down our way, the milkman would come wiv 'is cart to deliver milk, see. If ya stuck yer empties outside yer front door, 'e would leave ya them full again, right?
Ringo:
So...we swooped in on the action! Got people to sign up wiv us. We promised to deliver milk fer 'alf the price o' the other geezers doin' it! People couldn't wait to sign on the dotted line! We were rakin' it in, we were!
Ryunosuke:
So...did you live on a dairy farm or something?
Ringo:
Gordon Bennett! Are you off yer rocker?! We 'ad nuffin'! We were too poor to 'ave a farm!
Ryunosuke:
Right.
Ringo:
Nah, wot we 'ad goin' on woz simple once you 'ad the idea. We'd just switch 'em over, see. Our customers' empties wiv the full ones from anyone who wasn't on our books.
Nash:
A doddle, right?
Ryunosuke:
......... I think you meant to say 'a diddle'. And that's a crime.
Nash:
It woz just an 'armless bit o' fun, that's all!
Judge:
Milking the general public in such a fashion is most certainly not ''armless', as you put it.
Ringo:
Well, it woz 'im wot came up wiv the idea! Ash is the evil genius!
Ryunosuke:
You mean, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(So Ashley Graydon was once Ashley Milverton... That information could change things... And could turn out to be extremely important.)
Ryunosuke:
All of a sudden, we seem to be up to our necks in a serious matter of national security. Although all this talk about interception of secret government messages is still just conjecture at this stage.
Iris:
It would explain a number of things though, wouldn't it? The negotiation Ginny overheard on the omnibus two months ago, and the break-in at Windibank's. But the trouble is, it wasn't Mr Graydon in the omnibus with Mr McGilded...
Ryunosuke:
No, that was Mr Mason, the brickmaker who was so horribly murdered.
Iris:
Hm...if only there was some link between the two men somehow.
Ryunosuke:
I know. But Mr Graydon's testimony seems to be as watertight as ever. I wonder if the key to us making headway with the cross-examination here... (...could be those two brothers.)
Graydon:
AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Ryunosuke:
The new facts and evidence unveiled by the cross-examination of this witness... ...all come together to reveal the truth!
Graydon:
The, the truth, you say?
Ryunosuke:
That you collaborated with your father, Mr Mason Milverton, in illegal dealings with Magnus McGilded.
Judge:
By dint of this music box, you mean, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Stealing information being sent in secret government communications, and selling it on to McGilded... Mr Graydon concocted this elaborate scheme of using two music box disks to encode the information... ...as, presumably, a safety measure against the information falling into the wrong hands.
Judge:
And a very effective one. I shouldn't have given the scheme any credence whatsoever.
Van Zieks:
But the deal with McGilded went sour...and the brickmaker met his end.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but before he was arrested, McGilded managed to temporarily dispose of the stolen disk at the pawnbroker. Then, having learnt of the situation, you appeared at Windibank's two days ago... ...in an attempt to recover the two articles McGilded had placed in pawn there.
Graydon:
.........
Van Zieks:
But that attempt failed.
Ryunosuke:
One of the disks was seized by the police, and the other, you never found. So that same night... ...you enlisted the help of the Skulkin brothers and broke into the pawnbrokery. This time, determined to recover the second disk!
Judge:
Are, are you suggesting that the second disk...was inside the music box?!
Nash:
Eh?
Ringo:
We, we never knew nuffin' about that!
Ryunosuke:
On the night that Mr Windibank was killed... ...the intruder to the pawnbrokery touched one item, and one item alone: the music box.
Judge:
As rather ingeniously demonstrated using the two prints from the security camera, indeed.
Ryunosuke:
So, the question that naturally begs answering is this: why was only that one article disturbed? The answer is obvious: because it contained the second disk, which the intruder was desperate to retrieve. Since, if it were to fall into the hands of the police, it would be proof...of high treason.
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Well, Mr Graydon? Do you deny that all of this actually began on that fateful night two months ago?
Graydon:
......... I... I... I refuse to accept any of this nonsense!
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Sir... ...there appears to be blood seeping through the sleeve of your jacket.
Graydon:
What?! Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Two nights ago... ...we know that three shots were fired at the scene of the crime in Windibank's pawnbrokery. One took the life of the pawnbroker himself... One struck the pouch around Mr Sholmes's waist... And the final bullet... ...struck the calendar on the wall of the shop, having first pierced the arm of one of the intruders. Mr Graydon... ...that wound on your arm that you seem to be trying to hide... It's a bullet wound, isn't it?
Graydon:
.........
Nash:
'E's got ya now, me old china.
Ringo:
Time to call it quits an' croak, I reckon.
Graydon:
......... Tsk. 'Don't acknowledge my presence there under any circumstances whatsoever.' Those were my terms, remember? And I paid you handsomely to comply. Clearly I was a fool to think I could trust some common back slum thieves.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Graydon:
Fine. I admit it. I was there in Windibank's that night. I paid this pair ten guineas to accompany me. And as you've noticed, I sustained an injury in the course of my adventures. But that is all! I admit to nothing more! Stealing government secrets? Negotiating with Mr McGilded? As God is my witness...I'm sure I recall nothing of the sort!
Ryunosuke:
(He's not going to go down without a fight. Not until I can show hard evidence, I suppose.) Nevertheless, the defence has now established a crucial fact.
Van Zieks:
Which is...?
Ryunosuke:
Well, we know that one bullet was fired from each of the two firearms we have in evidence. The bullet from the Skulkin brothers' gun hit the pouch around Mr Sholmes's waist. And the bullet from Mr Windibank's gun... ...clearly must have been the one that caught Mr Graydon on the arm.
Judge:
Indeed it must. We can rule out the possibility that the man shot himself.
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And that leads us to only one conclusion: Mr Windibank was shot by a third gun... ...which can only have been fired by the third intruder.
Judge:
Goodness!
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
That's right, Mr Graydon.
Graydon:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
The only person who could possibly have shot Mr Windibank that night...is you!
???:
Hold it!
Graydon:
Ha ha ha ha ha... You little upstart! You made a grave mistake when you summoned me here.
Ryunosuke:
What? (What's that supposed to mean?)
Graydon:
Yes, as you rightly say, I was there at the pawnbroker's. I did my best to hide the fact, naturally. I had no intention of ruining the distinguished career I'd built for myself at the communication station. But did the thought never cross your mind? Did you never consider the possibility?
Ryunosuke:
What, what do you mean? What thought? What possibility?
Graydon:
The possibility that if I was there at the scene... I may have witnessed the crucial moment. You see... ...this makes me a key witness in this case...and I have my hands firmly around the neck of your client!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Judge:
Are, are you suggesting...?
Graydon:
I saw it all! I saw the very moment that pickpocket girl pointed the gun at that poor, defenceless pawnbroker...and shot him!
Ryunosuke:
You... WHAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Well... ...it would seem we are finally entering the last act of this theatrical trial.
Van Zieks:
Mr Graydon...
Graydon:
Yes?
Van Zieks:
I trust you are fully aware of the implications here? If it is shown that your claim is false... ...you will have incriminated yourself as the killer.
Graydon:
......... Oh, I understand fully.
Judge:
Then I must ask you to give your formal testimony once more. You will explain to the court precisely what you saw at the moment the defendant allegedly shot the victim.
Graydon:
...Nothing would give me greater pleasure.
Witness Testimony
- The Moment of the Shooting -
Graydon:
While these ruffians were jostling with the broker, I was still near the entrance to the shop.
When Windibank threw Nash over the counter, I felt a sharp pain in my arm.
I pursued the man but he shut himself in the storeroom. I could see him through the peephole in the door, though.
The accused, in a black coat, shot the man in the back as he was trying to flee to safety!
I saw the blood spatter all over that wretched girl.
Then she tossed the gun out of the peephole. So I picked it up...and made my escape.
Judge:
Good gracious! This, this is quite extraordinary testimony!
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
You claim, sir - under oath - to have clearly seen the defendant pulling the trigger! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar!
Graydon:
It wasn't my intention to testify in this way. But neither is it my intention to be found guilty of a murder I didn't commit. So you see...my hand has been forced. I tell the truth now as an act of self-preservation.
Ryunosuke:
...! The truth?
Van Zieks:
Until now, the prosecution was completely unaware of these details.
Gregson:
Yes...well, um...sorry about that.
Graydon:
Having shot me in the arm, the pawnbroker was then shot in the back by the accused. And as I said...she was showered in his blood.
Van Zieks:
You say the blood splattered over the accused's coat? Are you sure on that point?
Graydon:
Oh yes. Quite sure. All over the black overcoat that pickpocket girl was wearing at the time.
Judge:
Really? If her coat could somehow be shown to harbour vestiges of blood, that would be conclusive evidence here!
Van Zieks:
...Such an investigation is entirely possible, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
Only very recently, a German scientist has developed a technique to identify human blood. So here's to true science...not some amateurish detective's dubious foray into the world of chemistry.
Iris:
There's nothing dubious about Hurley's work! His ideas are all sound!
Van Zieks:
Ideas are no use to us here. In science, as in law, theories must be proven before they stand.
Iris:
...!
Van Zieks:
In Germany, the technique has already been employed in the courtroom as the basis of evidence. Scotland Yard has a small quantity of the chemical reagent used. With Your Lordship's permission... ...we could shatter all vestiges of doubt within minutes!
Judge:
Hm...
Iris:
This doesn't look good, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Why not?
Iris:
Well, we know, don't we? That there's blood all over the front of Ginny's coat. If they test it with their chemicals...
Ryunosuke:
Oh help! You're right! (I was forgetting what happened yesterday...)
Iris:
Don't move, Ginny! I'm going to shoot!
Ryunosuke:
(But that's not Mr Windibank's blood. That stain is from two months ago. That's Mr Mason's blood, from when he was stabbed by McGilded, who was wearing the coat at the time!) My Lord! The defence objects to the test proposed by the prosecution!
Judge:
Overruled. Lord van Zieks. Make it so at once!
Van Zieks:
...With pleasure, My Lord.
Judge:
And while we await the results, the defence may proceed with the cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Once they find that blood on the overcoat... ...Gina will be...)
Judge:
Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
Your cross-examination!
Ryunosuke:
Of course, My Lord. (If this cross-examination doesn't go well... If I don't manage to uncover some decisive evidence or a really compelling clue now... ...I have a very bad feeling about the outcome of this trial.)
Cross-Examination
- The Moment of the Shooting -
Graydon:
While these ruffians were jostling with the broker, I was still near the entrance to the shop.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Windibank emerged from the storeroom, I believe?
Graydon:
Ringo and Nash were scouring the counter when he suddenly appeared and flew at them. He already had the revolver in his hand. ...Fortunately, I wasn't too close.
Nash:
I've never been so scared in all me life!
Ringo:
Yeah, we're just yer regular, mild-mannered burglars, that's all. We dun't like violence.
Ryunosuke:
...Says the pair who carry a gun. What do you mean when you say you were 'near the entrance to the shop'?
Graydon:
I was in the doorway, running my eyes over the shelves of forfeited items.
Ryunosuke:
(Looking for the music box, of course.)
Graydon:
The broker went for Nash in the first place. Then Ringo joined in, making it two against one. So I assumed they could handle the situation. But I was wrong.
Ringo:
I woz tryin' to 'elp me little bruv, but the old geezer chucked me over the bloomin' counter!
Nash:
So I pulled me gun on the old fella, an' that soon made 'im scarper.
Judge:
The pair of you setting upon the poor, defenceless pawnbroker together? Shame on you!
Sorry, guv...
Graydon:
When Windibank threw Nash over the counter, I felt a sharp pain in my arm.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You mean that's the moment you were shot?
Graydon:
Yes. Though I didn't immediately realise what had happened, of course. Things crashed to the floor from the counter as the three men were brawling. It was at exactly that moment that it happened. So I didn't hear the gunshot.
Ryunosuke:
And the bullet went on to strike the calendar in the wall behind you...
Graydon:
So it would appear. When I looked at my arm, I saw it was bleeding badly. So I wrapped my handkerchief around it. Seeing as I couldn't explain what had happened to a doctor, I had no choice but to wait for it to heal. I didn't imagine it would still be bleeding two days later.
Van Zieks:
Did Mr Windibank intend to shoot you, do you think?
Graydon:
Well now...I don't imagine he even noticed I was there, to be honest. Perhaps the gun went off accidentally. Anyway, it didn't quite strike home.
Nash:
When I pulled me gun on 'im, 'e tried to shove me out the way.
Ringo:
And then 'e scarpered fru that door out back.
Judge:
At which point, what did you do?
Graydon:
I pursued the man but he shut himself in the storeroom. I could see him through the peephole in the door, though.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You mean you chased after him?
Graydon:
I don't recall the reason why. But I ran after him to the back of the shop.
Ryunosuke:
And what about this 'peephole in the door' you mentioned?
Gregson:
Well, unsurprisingly, the storeroom door's a solid job. Made of stout wood. But there's a small openin' in it about head height that lets you see what's what in there from the outside.
Ryunosuke:
(Actually, I should know that, shouldn't I? I looked through it myself that night.)
Van Zieks:
And what about you burgling brothers? Did you see what went on through this peephole as well?
N-N-Not likely, guv!
D-Didn't see nuffin' o' the sort, guv!
Graydon:
I doubt these two buffoons were even aware of the peephole's existence.
Ryunosuke:
(So the Skulkin brothers were there, but they didn't see the killing of Mr Windibank take place.)
Judge:
Hm...
Graydon:
Inside the storeroom, I could see the broker and that young girl standing there.
Judge:
The defendant?
Graydon:
Yes. Though neither of them noticed that I was looking. The girl raised her gun and pointed it straight at the man.
Judge:
And then...? What did you see next?
Graydon:
The accused, in a black coat, shot the man in the back as he was trying to flee to safety!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, when the crime was discovered, the defendant was found with a gun in her hand. But that was Mr Windibank's gun, from which only a single bullet had been fired. And as we've clearly established, Mr Graydon, that bullet was fired at you!
Graydon:
Ah, but no... It wasn't the broker's gun that the pickpocket girl had when I saw her. Yes, the bullet from Windibank's gun grazed my arm... And yes, the Skulkins' gun grounded the detective... But this...was another gun entirely. A third gun.
Van Zieks:
The broker's gun was not the murder weapon. So clearly there had to be a third firearm involved. In other words, the accused must have had her own gun with her at the time.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But no other gun was found at the scene!
Graydon:
Ha ha ha ha ha... Calm yourself, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Graydon:
You must consider the events in order.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Graydon:
At first I saw the broker and the girl glaring at each other, but then, all of a sudden... ...the broker turned to run. And it was at that moment, that the little gutter rat shot him in the back!
Judge:
...A chilling image, I must say.
Graydon:
.........
Graydon:
I saw the blood spatter all over that wretched girl.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
All, all over her?
Graydon:
Yes, through the peephole, I saw it clearly. Of course, the stains are invisible now, what with the coat being such a dark colour. But I assure you...that garment is sullied with the victim's blood!
Ryunosuke:
(Well...it is sullied with blood, that's for sure.)
Iris:
But it's not Mr Windibank's blood, is it?
Ryunosuke:
No, that's right. It's Mr Mason Milverton's blood from when McGilded stabbed him two months ago.
Iris:
It's so annoying! If they'd only accept Hurley's chemical analysis, we could prove that.
Ryunosuke:
But they won't. So unfortunately, we can't use it as evidence to support our case.
Iris:
Bother...
Graydon:
Then she tossed the gun out of the peephole. So I picked it up...and made my escape.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Did, did I hear you correctly? She threw the gun out of the room?
Graydon:
That's right. After the broker fell to the floor, she started walking over.
Judge:
Over where exactly?
Graydon:
In the direction of the storeroom door. To where I was watching. Of course, I quickly retreated. And then... ...the girl dropped the gun through the peephole onto the floor on my side of the door.
Judge:
But why on earth would she do such a thing?
Graydon:
...I couldn't tell you. Perhaps she was hoping to distance herself from the murder weapon. Without thinking, I went and picked it up. I suppose I was worried about just leaving it there, in case any more tragedies took place.
Van Zieks:
......... So it was you, in fact, who took the third gun from the scene of the crime?
Graydon:
Yes...it was yours truly.
Judge:
Hm...
Graydon:
I left the clear-up to my lackeys and left.
Ryunosuke:
Clear-up?
Nash:
We'd made a bit of a mess around the counter, so Mr Whistle 'n' Flute 'ere told us to tidy up.
Ringo:
'E thinks 'e's our bloomin' mum sometimes!
Graydon:
Well I was paying you enough, by God!
Nash:
Ugh...
Ryunosuke:
Tell me, Mr Graydon, when you left the pawnbrokery that night... ...was it by any chance with the second disk in your jacket pocket?
Graydon:
......... You're like a bull at a gate, aren't you? But I admit to nothing of the sort. After all, you can't even show the court such a disk exists...can you?
Pursue Tobias Gregson or Nash Skulkin
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Gentlemen!
Nash:
Hahh...hahh...hah...hahh... Hahh!
Gregson:
Somethin' wrong, sunshine?
Ryunosuke:
That should be my line. You...do realise you were just violently shaking Mr Skulkin?
Nash:
Blimey, this dee's a bit of an 'ooligan, ain't 'e?
Ryunosuke:
What was going on just now?
Nash:
You saw 'im! 'E grabbed me whistle! 'Why the blazes,' 'e said, 'didn't ya mention the third gun when we got ya down the station?'
Ryunosuke:
And why didn't you?
Nash:
Cos! We didn't know nuffin' about it! Or that flamin' peephole in the door!
Gregson:
Um...sorry about that. I can be prone to losin' my rag sometimes. ...Not hurt, are you?
Nash:
Gor blimey, see the way 'e's lookin' at me? I'm tellin' ya, this dee gives me the willies!
Ryunosuke:
(That was strange... The inspector doesn't normally get quite as worked up as that. He wouldn't normally grab someone...)
Iris:
No, that wasn't like Gregsy at all. He's normally all sweetness and light, no matter what I say to him.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, well... I think you might be a special case, Iris.
Iris:
Well anyway. That was definitely out of character.
Gregson:
.........
Leads back to cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
(As expected... ...he won't admit to anything unless I can thrust the evidence in his face.)
Graydon:
Ha ha ha ha ha... It's not as easy as you thought, is it? To pin a crime on this lapel.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Graydon:
Ha ha... It won't stick. Not murder...not treason...
Ryunosuke:
(Maybe not right now, but you won't be sniggering like that forever!)
Iris:
What's your feeling, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
As much as I hate to admit it...I don't see any obvious holes in his testimony at the moment.
Iris:
But you have to find a way to break this man!
Ryunosuke:
(And quickly, too. Because once they discover the blood on the overcoat Gina was wearing...)
Iris:
It's a bit strange that he's so sure of himself about seeing the blood spatter over Ginny's coat. It doesn't strike me as the sort of thing you'd claim if you hadn't genuinely seen it happen.
Ryunosuke:
But we know that Gina didn't shoot Mr Windibank. So what's going on...?
Iris:
All I know is that it's very unfair! Why should some German scientist's test be acceptable as evidence when mine and Hurley's wasn't? Detectives can use test tubes, too!
Ryunosuke:
(Never mind that. I have to find a really stark inconsistency in this testimony somewhere. And I have to find it before the prosecution discovers the bloodstain on Gina's coat!)
After pressing first, second, third, fourth, and fifth statements and pursuing Tobias Gregson or Nash Skulkin correctly:
???:
My Lord!
Bailiff:
Requesting Your Lordship's permission to interrupt the cross-examination!
Judge:
Explain yourself, Officer!
Bailiff:
I have the results of the test that was ordered earlier, My Lord!
Van Zieks:
Ah...the blood... On the accused's overcoat.
Judge:
Thank you, Officer. Very well, the cross-examination is hereby temporarily suspended. I presume you have no objection, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Um... No, My Lord.
Gregson:
......... Well, there you have it!
Van Zieks:
The report, please, Inspector.
Gregson:
Yes, sir! 'Traces of human blood were found on the overcoat of the defendant, Miss Gina Lestrade. From the extent of the stains, it would appear that they were the result of spattering following a gunshot wound.' ...End of report!
Judge:
Goodness me!
Graydon:
...See? What did I tell you?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No! The blood on that coat is not Mr Windibank's!
Judge:
What on earth makes you say that, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
The coat originally belonged to Magnus McGilded. Just before his coat was deposited at Windibank's, McGilded had fatally stabbed Mr Mason Milverton. So the blood on that overcoat...is the blood of the brickmaker from the omnibus case!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Well...the dead cannot speak. ...Isn't that right, my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
Two months ago in this very courtroom... ...did you not argue fervently for McGilded's innocence? And yet now that the man is dead...you brand him as a murderer? Your conduct shatters any shred of respect you may have earnt for yourself in this country!
Ryunosuke:
Agh! But, but that was...
Juror No. 1:
I call it a bally disgrace! Treachery, that's what it is!
Juror No. 3:
Hm, how to determine whether the blood on that coat is two months old or not...? Even a stereoscope couldn't help the answer to that problem pop out. It can't be done!
Ryunosuke:
But...but... ...we used Mr Sholmes's specially formulated chemicals-
Juror No. 4:
Mr Sholmes is a detective, not a chemist!
Juror No. 5:
Would you put such faith in a chemical formula devised by me, for example, when I'm a communications officer?
Juror No. 6:
I held out pirozhki to starving boy, and he ran away crying.
Van Zieks:
Herlock Sholmes is barely more than a figment of the public's imagination. His name carries no weight in this courtroom! ...No weight at all.
Ryunosuke:
How could you say that?!
Graydon:
...Victory is sweet indeed. This proves that my testimony is the whole truth from start to finish!
Judge:
How do you arrive at such a conclusion, sir?
Van Zieks:
As the witness said, the accused's coat was spattered with the blood of the victim. The only way Mr Graydon could possibly have known that fact, is if he saw it happen. In other words...his testimony is solid, and the conclusion is singular: It was the accused who shot the victim in this case. That...is the whole truth!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAARGH!
???:
My Lord!
Juror No. 1:
Been a long battle, this one, but this old warhorse has something to say now, if you please.
Judge:
Mr Foreman...?
Juror No. 1:
As of this moment, sir, the squadron has reached its final decision. Ready, men? All for one now!
SIR!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
Well, it would appear the ladies and gentlemen of the jury have reached a unanimous verdict.
Van Zieks:
The defence has consistently failed to unpick this witness's testimony. Here's to any attempt you may make at unpicking the jurors' decisions being...equally successful.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... UWAAAAAAAAAGH! (I don't believe it... After I've come so far... How is it all unravelling on me so fast...?) .........
???:
How very distressing... ...to be held in such low esteem.
Bailiff:
Wouldn't you agree, Mr Naruhodo?
Judge:
Officer...? You've delivered the report now. That will be all, thank you.
Bailiff:
It occurs to me with some regularity, Mr Naruhodo... ...that scientific truths are determined not by science... ...but by none other than the human mind.
Ryunosuke:
(I, I know that voice...) Am I going mad...? AAAAAAAAAH! Mr Sholmes!
Judge:
Wha...? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!!
Van Zieks:
What business do you have here, detective? The last I heard, you were recuperating in hospital.
Sholmes:
As well I would be...had I not been set upon an errand.
Van Zieks:
What errand?
Iris:
Hurley! It's really you! You're awake at last!
Sholmes:
Yes, good day, Iris. I appear to be rather late to rise. My apologies. Now, My Lord...if you will humour me?
Judge:
In what manner, sir?
Sholmes:
I have something of great importance I wish to give to the young lawyer over there. I need no more than five minutes. Would you be so kind as to spare us the time?
Judge:
Hmmm... What say you to this, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
......... This trial has taken many hours of the court's time. Having spent so long already-
Gregson:
Exactly! Havin' spent so long already, we don't wanna go wastin' any more precious time!
Van Zieks:
As I was saying... Having spent so long already, it would seem churlish to deny the defence a mere five minutes.
Gregson:
EEEEEEEEEHHH?!
Judge:
Very well then. Counsel, you have five minutes.
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, I apologise for my tardy arrival.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes! Are you alright now?
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Alright? I'm all wrong!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
I've only just managed to summon the strength to stand, man! I asked the judge for five minutes... ...but I fear even that may prove too much for me. Pray forgive me should I pass out.
Ryunosuke:
Um...let's make this discussion as short as possible.
Iris:
Hurley, this place is full of idiots! None of them can see how wonderful your chemical blood analysis is!
Sholmes:
Ah well...that concoction of mine was really just a bit of sport to assist me in my investigations. I never took the trouble to refine it for appraisal by the scientific community. ...An oversight on my part.
Ryunosuke:
Right... (Modesty? Surely not...)
Sholmes:
But enough of that. I'm here to give you this, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
What's that? (A lavender furoshiki wrapping...?)
Sholmes:
A leaving present. From Miss Susato.
Ryunosuke:
From Miss Susato?
Sholmes:
If possible, matters were to be settled without me giving you this. Those were her instructions when she asked me to do her this favour.
Ryunosuke:
I...I don't understand.
Sholmes:
Miss Susato foresaw today's events, I believe. She knew that the culprit would attempt to escape justice by means both devious and underhand. And that you, Mr Naruhodo, fighting fairly as you are wont to do, would find yourself in considerable peril. At that very moment of crisis, you were to be given this small parcel. Those were the dear lady's instructions.
Ryunosuke:
(A leaving present from Susato-san... Whatever could it be?) What is this?
Iris:
Oh! It's...it's the machine I made!
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Wagahai:
Miaow.
Iris:
Look! I used this! It's my latest invention! 
Ryunosuke:
What...what is that?
Iris:
I call it...the Cat-Flapomat! It can make a cat flap for a little furry friend like Waggy in seconds!
Iris:
What's Susie up to?
Sholmes:
Miss Susato muttered the following words before she left: 'I'm a failure. I don't deserve to be a judicial assistant.'
Ryunosuke:
What? (Didn't she say something like that...?)
Ryunosuke:
You really are the best judicial assistant in the world.
Susato:
Well...that's extremely flattering. But I'm sorry to say... ...that I've been a complete failure.
Ryunosuke:
Whatever did she mean by that, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
......... That night, when you left Windibank's in pursuit of the thieves... ...Miss Susato made use of this contraption for...a certain purpose. That is your answer, dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
(Not, not at all cryptic then... Susato-san used this Cat-Flapomat that night? But why?)
The Cat-Flapomat has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
...Your five minutes...is over.
Examine evidence
Cat-Flapomat
Grip or trigger
Ryunosuke:
Whew! Those vicious teeth look like they could rip through almost anything!
Iris:
They're good, aren't they? They're made of a special alloy I developed just for this job. The cutter rotates ten times per second so it can get through any kind of door in no time at all!
Ryunosuke:
And...what are the two parts at the top there?
Iris:
Ah, those are for attaching hinges to the section of door that gets cut out.
Ryunosuke:
Right. Of course.
Iris:
Nothing can match this machine for power! It can make mincemeat of even the toughest of doors!
Ryunosuke:
......... It sounds so charming and friendly when you say what it's for, but... ...it feels like the reality of the Cat-Flapomat is that it's a grim weapon of door destruction.
Iris:
Wagahai's so adorable, there's nothing I wouldn't do for him! Even developing deadly weapons!
Ryunosuke:
...! (We're out of time already?)
Sholmes:
I'm grateful to you for affording us that brief recess, Mr Reaper.
Van Zieks:
I need no thanks, detective. After all... ...the die is cast.
Sholmes:
...Is it really?
Van Zieks:
The jurors are unanimous in their leanings. No doubt my learned friend will consider a summation examination... ...but any attempt to alter the verdict now would be utterly futile.
Sholmes:
......... I wonder... Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Sholmes:
The rest is down to you, dear fellow. What is your plan?
Ryunosuke:
(The rest is down to me...? I need to be careful here. If I make a wrong move, the trial will end...badly.) My Lord! The defence requests...
A summation examination
Ryunosuke:
(Now it's come to this, my only chance is to appeal to the jurors and try to change their minds.)
Sholmes:
What do you think you're doing, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
What of Miss Susato's gracious gesture? Would you let this final piece of evidence she left you go to waste?
Ryunosuke:
Final piece of...?
Sholmes:
This is not a time for inaction. This is a time to hear from a witness!
Ryunosuke:
But, but it's not possible for me to bring a new witness to the stand at this point!
Iris:
I don't think that's what Hurley means, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Iris:
Have you forgotten where we are in the trial?
Ryunosuke:
......... (Ah-ha!)
Judge:
If the defence has nothing more to add, I think we should proceed to the adjudication.
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Wait, My Lord! The defence requests...
Leads to:
"...further cross-examination."
Further cross-examination
Leads to:
"...further cross-examination."
Time to think
Ryunosuke:
(It's no good... I need time to think...)
Sholmes:
What do you think you're doing, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
What of Miss Susato's gracious gesture? Would you let this final piece of evidence she left you go to waste?
Ryunosuke:
Final piece of...?
Sholmes:
This is not a time for inaction. This is a time to hear from a witness!
Ryunosuke:
But, but it's not possible for me to bring a new witness to the stand at this point!
Iris:
I don't think that's what Hurley means, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Iris:
Have you forgotten where we are in the trial?
Ryunosuke:
......... (Ah-ha!)
Judge:
If the defence has nothing more to add, I think we should proceed to the adjudication.
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Wait, My Lord! The defence requests...
Leads to:
"...further cross-examination."
Ryunosuke:
...further cross-examination.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The jurors have spoken! Protocol dictates that you may not cross-examine a new witness now.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The defence is not asking for the cross-examination of a new witness. Rather to continue with one of an existing witness.
Van Zieks:
What?
Sholmes:
It would appear that a rather important detail has escaped your attention, Mr Reaper.
???:
My Lord!
Bailiff:
Requesting Your Lordship's permission to interrupt the cross-examination!
Judge:
Thank you, Officer. Very well, the cross-examination is hereby temporarily suspended. I presume you have no objection, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Um... No, My Lord.
Iris:
So nobody can say anything then! If Runo asks to resume his cross-examination of Mr Graydon...
Sholmes:
...The court is obliged to allow it!
Van Zieks:
This...is absurd!
Judge:
......... I would remind those present that this is my courtroom. I concur that the defence is entirely within its rights to request the continuation of the cross-examination. However, I will not permit an unremitting protraction of these proceedings. Therefore... ...I have decided to afford the defence one final opportunity in concluding the cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Counsel, you must choose but one statement from the witness's testimony... ...and but one piece of evidence to present in support of your argument against it.
Ryunosuke:
(A single chance to present evidence...?)
Judge:
If, following that, the situation remains unchanged, I shall move to adjudication. Is that clear, Counsels? You will not press the witness any further!
Van Zieks:
My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Sholmes:
Hm... A single statement and a single piece of evidence. ...Most generous. Well then, Mr Naruhodo. It's high time I...fell in a dead faint. I leave this...in your capable hands...
*Thud!*
Ryunosuke:
Mis...
MR SHOOOOOOOOOLMES!
Judge:
To stand so insouciantly before the court in a state of such high fever... Either the man has extraordinary strength of mind, or an extraordinary lack of feeling.
Van Zieks:
I imagine he's feeling very little now. The detective is sleeping soundly in one of the antechambers.
Ryunosuke:
(Strike a man when he's down, why don't you?)
Judge:
Well then, Counsel...are you fully prepared?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes. (One statement... One piece of evidence... I won't let Mr Sholmes down. Or Iris. And I won't waste this final chance that Susato-san has given me. This is going to decide the entire outcome of the trial!)
Judge:
Very well, then. Under the terms I have outlined...you may resume the cross-examination!
Cross-Examination
- The Moment of the Shooting Again -
Graydon:
While these ruffians were jostling with the broker, I was still near the entrance to the shop.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon! I take issue with your-
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No, my learned friend. I take issue with you.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Oops.)
Van Zieks:
His Lordship made it very clear that the defence is permitted to present only a single piece of evidence. The prosecution demands stern punishment for any mischief used to make more of this cross-examination.
Judge:
Indeed. Just deserts, Counsel, just deserts!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Ho ho ho!
Iris:
Ugh... He threw that 'mischief' in your face, Runo...
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... He threw those 'just deserts' in my face...twice! (Alright, I can only present one single piece of evidence... I need to think about this carefully!)
Graydon:
When Windibank threw Nash over the counter, I felt a sharp pain in my arm.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon! I take issue with your-
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No, my learned friend. I take issue with you.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Oops.)
Van Zieks:
His Lordship made it very clear that the defence is permitted to present only a single piece of evidence. The prosecution demands stern punishment for any mischief used to make more of this cross-examination.
Judge:
Indeed. Just deserts, Counsel, just deserts!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Ho ho ho!
Iris:
Ugh... He threw that 'mischief' in your face, Runo...
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... He threw those 'just deserts' in my face...twice! (Alright, I can only present one single piece of evidence... I need to think about this carefully!)
Graydon:
I pursued the man but he shut himself in the storeroom. I could see him through the peephole in the door, though.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon! I take issue with your-
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No, my learned friend. I take issue with you.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Oops.)
Van Zieks:
His Lordship made it very clear that the defence is permitted to present only a single piece of evidence. The prosecution demands stern punishment for any mischief used to make more of this cross-examination.
Judge:
Indeed. Just deserts, Counsel, just deserts!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Ho ho ho!
Iris:
Ugh... He threw that 'mischief' in your face, Runo...
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... He threw those 'just deserts' in my face...twice! (Alright, I can only present one single piece of evidence... I need to think about this carefully!)
Present Cat-Flapomat
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"What on earth is that eccentric contraption, Counsel?"
Graydon:
The accused, in a black coat, shot the man in the back as he was trying to flee to safety!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon! I take issue with your-
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No, my learned friend. I take issue with you.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Oops.)
Van Zieks:
His Lordship made it very clear that the defence is permitted to present only a single piece of evidence. The prosecution demands stern punishment for any mischief used to make more of this cross-examination.
Judge:
Indeed. Just deserts, Counsel, just deserts!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Ho ho ho!
Iris:
Ugh... He threw that 'mischief' in your face, Runo...
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... He threw those 'just deserts' in my face...twice! (Alright, I can only present one single piece of evidence... I need to think about this carefully!)
Graydon:
I saw the blood spatter all over that wretched girl.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon! I take issue with your-
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No, my learned friend. I take issue with you.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Oops.)
Van Zieks:
His Lordship made it very clear that the defence is permitted to present only a single piece of evidence. The prosecution demands stern punishment for any mischief used to make more of this cross-examination.
Judge:
Indeed. Just deserts, Counsel, just deserts!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Ho ho ho!
Iris:
Ugh... He threw that 'mischief' in your face, Runo...
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... He threw those 'just deserts' in my face...twice! (Alright, I can only present one single piece of evidence... I need to think about this carefully!)
Graydon:
Then she tossed the gun out of the peephole. So I picked it up...and made my escape.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon! I take issue with your-
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No, my learned friend. I take issue with you.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Oops.)
Van Zieks:
His Lordship made it very clear that the defence is permitted to present only a single piece of evidence. The prosecution demands stern punishment for any mischief used to make more of this cross-examination.
Judge:
Indeed. Just deserts, Counsel, just deserts!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Ho ho ho!
Iris:
Ugh... He threw that 'mischief' in your face, Runo...
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... He threw those 'just deserts' in my face...twice! (Alright, I can only present one single piece of evidence... I need to think about this carefully!)
Present Cat-Flapomat
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"What on earth is that eccentric contraption, Counsel?"
Ryunosuke:
(His Lordship is only going to allow me to present one piece of evidence here... But it's clear what that piece of evidence should be!)
Iris:
How in the world...did Susie manage to sneak off with this without me noticing? And she used it in the pawnbrokery?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. At least, that's what Mr Sholmes said. (I was only gone from the place for about five minutes when I went after the Skulkin brothers. What possible reason could Susato-san have had to use Iris's contraption in that time...?) Could it be that what she did with the Cat-Flapomat... ...completely changes one of the key premises this testimony is based on?
Judge:
What on earth is that eccentric contraption, Counsel?
Iris:
Ooh, it's my Cat-Flapomat, My Lord! It makes a way for cats to get in and out of a room. It can cut through any door you can think of and make a new little door in the middle of it!
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. It's a device for creating so-called 'cat flaps': Small doors for cats to come and go as they please without their owners having to open the main door-
Graydon:
I'm sure we can all work that out for ourselves!
Iris:
Agh!
Graydon:
But that cat-lover's contrivance has no possible relevance to this case!
Ryunosuke:
Oh really?
Graydon:
Of course it doesn't! To start with, there was no cat flap in the pawnbroker's door.
Judge:
Hm... ...not being a keeper of cats myself, I'm afraid I fail to see what this has to do with the matter at hand.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps it would help if I described its function another way, then. This contraption... ...is able to create a peephole in any door you can imagine in practically no time at all.
Judge:
I, I beg your pardon? A peephole, you say?
Ryunosuke:
Two nights ago... ...we arrived at the scene only minutes after the murder of Mr Windibank had taken place.
Gregson:
That's right. According to the paperwork at the Yard, it was you, your Japanese assistant and Sholmes.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the three of us were together. And it's recently come to my attention... ...that my assistant made use of this device at the time.
Judge:
Your assistant did what?!
Ryunosuke:
There was a peephole in the storeroom door. I can attest to that. Because I looked through the peephole myself, in order to see inside the locked storeroom.
Graydon:
This is ludicrous! What are you trying to say? Of course there was a peephole in the door. I said as much in my testimony! How else could I have witnessed the crime, for pity's sake?
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes...how could you?
Graydon:
What?!
Judge:
Counsel, kindly say what you mean.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, it's time... Time to strike the final blow...) What I mean is this, My Lord! My assistant made the peephole in the storeroom door. And until such time as she did... ...the door had no hole in it to look through!
Graydon:
Wha...? NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This is a farce! Are you really suggesting that the peephole in the door was...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it was created only after the incident had taken place. By my judicial assistant, using this device.
Judge:
Your assistant tampered with the crime scene, whilst being fully aware of the gravity of her actions? That is a most serious act of vandalism!
Ryunosuke:
For which I humbly apologise, My Lord! It was in the few minutes that I left the scene in order to pursue the Skulkin brothers and alert the police. Nevertheless! In the light of this new information... ...it becomes apparent that Mr Graydon's testimony... ...is riddled with holes!
Graydon:
...!
Judge:
Riddled with...? Explain yourself, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
The majority of Mr Graydon's testimony that appears to incriminate the defendant... ...is based upon what he witnessed through the peephole in the storeroom door.
Graydon:
Yes... That filthy girl shooting the man in the back!
Ryunosuke:
However...if at the time of the incident... ...that peephole did not yet exist in the door... ...there's no possible way that you could have seen what you claim to have seen!
Graydon:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
In short... ...your entire testimony...is a pack of lies!
Graydon:
Ugh!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Is, is there any credence in this revelation?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
None whatsoever! ...As my learned friend must surely realise.
Graydon:
Ex-Exactly! This is just some cheap trick designed to discredit me!
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid not, sir.
Graydon:
Of course it is! Do you seriously expect people to believe that plaything can cut through a solid wooden door?
Iris:
Oh yes! I designed it to be very powerful. It can cut through even the toughest of doors!
Graydon:
That's absurd! I don't believe it for a second!
Iris:
Haha, I had a feeling you'd say that.
Graydon:
What?
Iris:
Waggy! Cooey! Time for dinner!
Miaow...
Iris:
Well?
Graydon:
Ah!
Judge:
Young lady! This is the Old Bailey! One does not make cat flaps in the oak panelling at the Old Bailey!
Graydon:
I'm...I'm not done yet, don't worry! This doesn't mean that the peephole in the storeroom door at Windibank's was made by your machine. And there's no way you can prove that it was!
Iris:
No? But it's easy.
Graydon:
What?!
Iris:
The cat flaps my Cat-Flapomat creates are all of a fixed size. And the dimensions of the peephole at Windibank's are an exact match.
Graydon:
Ugh! .........
Iris:
Hee hee! Old Silky's lost for words!
Ryunosuke:
Excellent work, Iris. Thank you!
Van Zieks:
And now it's my learned student friend's turn to be lost for words, I feel.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
I believe your judicial assistant has already left the country for your Eastern island home.
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes, that's true.
Van Zieks:
Then you may have some difficulty in establishing all of the facts. For the sake of argument, let us assume the peephole has dimensions that are a perfect fit for this contraption. In that case, when was the peephole cut? ...The prosecution demands proof of your answer.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Judge:
What is the purpose of your line of enquiry, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
It's very simple, My Lord. The defence argues that the peephole was created after the incident using this device. But now that the perpetrator has returned to her native land, she cannot testify to the fact. There is no proof.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Van Zieks:
And for as long as the defence remains unable to prove when the peephole was made... ...my learned friend's claim amounts to nothing more...than a baseless accusation!
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Indeed that is so, Lord van Zieks. ...Well, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I, um...
Iris:
Don't give up now, Runo! This is the time to create your own opening and force your way through!
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know if I can do this. But I do know one thing... Susato-san is the greatest judicial assistant in the world!)
Judge:
Very well. The counsel for the defence will present evidence to support the claim made. Proof that the peephole in the door of Windibank's storeroom was created after the event and not before!
Present Photograph of Gina
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What are you...?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The defence believes this is all the proof the court should need!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Then the defence is extremely hopeful. ...That proves nothing.
Ryunosuke:
Gyagh! (They want me to show that the peephole was created after Mr Windibank was killed, but... ...I have no idea how to do that.)
Iris:
Don't be disheartened, Runo. You can rely on Susie!
Ryunosuke:
Rely on Miss Susato...? What do you mean?
Iris:
Well she wouldn't have left you in the lurch, would she? You can be sure she thought of a way to prove what you're being asked to prove now. So there must be some evidence in the Court Record somewhere that will do the trick.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Alright then... If the point is to prove that the peephole was made after the incident... ...then it would suffice to show... ...that the peephole wasn't there before the incident took place.) With Your Lordship's permission...I'd like to present a different piece of evidence instead!
Leads back to:
"Very well. The counsel for the defence will present evidence to support the claim made."
Van Zieks:
What are you...? A print from that detective's infernal cameras, again?
Ryunosuke:
My judicial assistant - Miss Susato Mikotoba - is an extremely intelligent and capable woman. Which is why I never had any cause to doubt... ...that she would have considered this scenario, and made sure I had the necessary proof!
Judge:
And the necessary proof is this photographic print, Counsel?
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
This print shows a scene in the shop moments after the defendant entered the premises.
Van Zieks:
Agreed. And it also shows the accused mercilessly wielded a gun in the direction of the defenceless broker.
Ryunosuke:
But, but more to the point... ...it pictures the storeroom door in the background!
Judge:
Let me see that print again!
......... I, I don't believe it!
Judge:
This really is quite remarkable! The door to the storeroom... ...is completely devoid of a peephole of any description!
Graydon:
Agh!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon!
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
You couldn't possibly have witnessed the crime as you claim to have done. Because at the time it happened...there was no peephole in the door.
Graydon:
Ugh...
Ryunosuke:
In other words, your testimony... ...is a catalogue of lies!
Graydon:
Nrgh...urgn...grr... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! I am satisfied that the defence has substantiated its claim beyond all reasonable doubt. This witness's testimony was entirely fallacious!
Graydon:
.........
Van Zieks:
That's not the only thing we now know beyond all reasonable doubt. My learned friend's assistant's guilt can no longer be denied. The woman tampered with a crime scene!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
But more importantly...
Judge:
Good Lord! There's more, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
The defence may have established a reprehensible instance of perjury... ...but that is no proof that this man is the victim's killer.
Graydon:
Yes... That's right...
Ryunosuke:
What?
Graydon:
I was there at the scene, it's true. And I was shot in the arm, it's true. ...But that's all. Yes, in fact, if you look at the circumstances... I am the victim here!
Ryunosuke:
Oh please... NOOOOOOOOO! (I don't believe this. But they're right. As it stands now... ...I don't have any definitive proof that he is the culprit.)
Iris:
Still...he can't worm his way out of it now.
Ryunosuke:
Iris?
Iris:
You know what they say: There's no point locking the cat's door...after the cat has bolted. Isn't that right, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Iris:
As Hurley always says: 'One lie begets another.' No, wait... That might have been a line I wrote for him in one of my stories.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, no matter who said it first, you're right. Mr Graydon... Not only did you give false testimony to the court... ...but the lies you told make no sense.
Graydon:
'Make no sense'? What do you mean by such a remark?
Ryunosuke:
What you said in your testimony... ...reveals that you know something you shouldn't have known. In other words...there is a fundamental inconsistency in your statements!
Graydon:
What?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This is provocative talk, Counsel. Won't you enlighten the court? Explain this alleged inconsistency!
Ryunosuke:
(Iris was right. One lie begets another.) The inconsistency is revealed by the lies in the witness's statements. They show that Mr Graydon had knowledge of something he shouldn't have known anything about. Namely...
The third gun
Ryunosuke:
...the third gun!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Do you have any idea what you're saying, my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely! I've been studying English hard since I was a child!
Van Zieks:
...You fail to catch my meaning. The witness has admitted to removing the gun in question from the scene himself.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Van Zieks:
Precisely who else BUT this man could have known of a third gun's existence?!
Ryunosuke:
GYAAAAAAH!
Iris:
Keep at it, Runo! Chin up!
Ryunosuke:
(After the lengths Susato-san went to in order to leave that last piece of evidence with me... In fact, perhaps I need to pursue the implications of that further... Then it might all become clear!)
Van Zieks:
There's still light in those dark eyes, I see... Will it do you any good, I wonder...
Leads back to:
"This is provocative talk, Counsel."
The peephole
Leads to:
"The point is not that you lied in your testimony, Mr Graydon..."
The bloodstains on the coat
Ryunosuke:
...the bloodstains that were present on Miss Lestrade's coat!
Graydon:
That's right. The victim's blood spattered all over her when she shot him!
Ryunosuke:
But how could you possibly have known that?
Graydon:
Obviously because I saw her do it through the peephole in...the... .........
Leads to:
"The point is not that you lied in your testimony, Mr Graydon..."
Ryunosuke:
The point is not that you lied in your testimony, Mr Graydon... It's the nature of the lie you concocted that is so revealing.
Graydon:
You're not making any sense.
Ryunosuke:
Then let me ask you a simple question: How is it, Mr Graydon... ...that you knew of the existence of the peephole in the storeroom door?
Graydon:
What? Well, obviously, I... ......... Ah! ...Argh...
Judge:
Has the cat got your tongue, witness?
Ryunosuke:
The peephole in the door was made after the incident occurred. And once I returned to the shop having failed to catch the two burglars... ...Scotland Yard's investigators arrived immediately. Since that time, the police have been at Windibank's constantly, carrying out their investigation. ...Isn't that right, Inspector Gregson?
Gregson:
Um, well... Yes, of course, erm... ...the place is chock-full of pawned articles and my lads have to thoroughly examine them all. So I gave the order to have officers workin' around the clock in shifts so we get through it all.
Ryunosuke:
And consequently there's no way that you, Mr Graydon, could have gained access to the shop.
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Therefore! You should have known nothing about the peephole in the storeroom door. So the fact that its existence forms the basis of your testimony...is completely inexplicable!
Graydon:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
And yet...the fact remains that Mr Graydon did maintain... ...that he witnessed the crime take place through the peephole in the door.
Judge:
How on earth is that possible?
???:
Um...
Gregson:
...Could I have a word, please, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
Speak, Inspector.
Gregson:
It's just that I really ought to be gettin' back to the station now to put in my report. There's really nothin' more I can add to this testimony, so if it's all the same to you...
Van Zieks:
Permission denied.
Gregson:
Oh...
Van Zieks:
It's not all the same to me, Inspector. Not at all. You will remain exactly where you are until this trial concludes.
Gregson:
......... Of, of course, sir.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon...
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
You shouldn't have known about the existence of that peephole. Which can only mean... ...that you must have been informed about it by somebody else.
Graydon:
Ugh...
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Stop there, my learned friend. You realise, I trust, that the words you just uttered have extremely serious implications.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes. But the defence believes that the details about the case that Mr Graydon claims to have seen... ...must have been revealed to him by a certain person before his testimony. (And, in fact... ...considering a particular clue we have, there's really only one person that could be!)
Judge:
Who is the person in question, Counsel? Who gave this witness details of the crime scene to facilitate his false testimony?
Present Tobias Gregson profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The truth is...it can only have been you, Inspector Gregson!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is the person in question, My Lord!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Whatever sins others may conceal... ...it's very clear who had the means to reveal information about the crime scene to the witness.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh, drat...)
Van Zieks:
Wipe that dratted expression off your face and accept the penalty you deserve!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Iris:
Who knew about the peephole and the bloodstains on Ginny's coat? And who had the opportunity to pass that information on to old Silky? I can only think of one person, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...sadly, so can I...
Judge:
Perhaps you'd like to trying [sic] answering the question again, Counsel?
Leads back to:
"Who gave this witness details of the crime scene to facilitate his false testimony?"
Ryunosuke:
The truth is...it can only have been you, Inspector Gregson!
Gregson:
Eh?! Me?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
You had better have some proof to substantiate such a rash claim, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
Consider the fact... ...that we have only been aware of Mr Ashley Graydon's identity for the last few hours. We learnt of it only during the course of the trial today.
Judge:
Indeed. Preparations for his testimony were made with great urgency during our hour-long recess. While the police executed the subpoena and brought the man here from the communications station.
Ryunosuke:
And until that time, Mr Graydon would have had no idea. No inkling that he would suddenly be required to appear in court.
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
Are you suggesting that until such time as he was summoned...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. Until then, it's reasonable to assume he knew nothing of the peephole. It was only once Mr Graydon was in the stand that he realised his position. That he would have to defend himself against the accusation that he was the third intruder.
Van Zieks:
You're suggesting to the court that it was while this trial was in progress that he received the information?! So that he could commit perjury in order to save his skin!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. And the only person with knowledge of the investigation that he had any contact with... ...is you, Inspector Gregson!
Gregson:
This, this is a bloomin' outrage! Why would I be givin' away details of our investigations to this fella, eh?
Judge:
Hmmm...
Gregson:
I was summoned to His Lordship's chambers durin' the recess in any case! Had you forgotten that?
Judge:
Quite true. I had a number of questions regarding the events that transpired at the pawnbrokery.
Van Zieks:
Which means... ...the first time these two laid eyes on one another was after proceedings resumed following the recess. Since then, they've been in full view in the stand, where such illicit discussions couldn't possibly have occurred!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Iris:
Ooh...I've just remembered something, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Iris?
Iris:
There was one time before, wasn't there? I think it was when Ginny was testifying.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh yes, now you mention it... ...when the bailiff was dispatched to retrieve McGilded's music box from the scene of the crime... That's it! (It was during that testimony! I remember finding it strange at the time. Mr Graydon and the inspector seemed to be having some kind of secret discussion.) It would have been possible for you to give Mr Graydon the information he needed then.
Gregson:
You little toerag! You're makin' all this up! I'm, I'm a respectable Scotland Yard inspector for cryin' out loud! Why would I do somethin' like that? Why would I be givin' away confidential details to the likes of this bloke?
Ryunosuke:
Admittedly, you wouldn't have had any reason to do something like that for no gain. But perhaps... ...it was part of a deal of some kind. Then it starts to make more sense.
Van Zieks:
...! What deal, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I wonder if perhaps, in exchange for details about the peephole at the crime scene... ...Mr Graydon agreed to give a certain something to the inspector.
Gregson:
...!
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
I'm sure I need not remind the inspector that, if found to be true, striking a deal of any kind with a witness... ...would be considered a gross case of malfeasance!
Gregson:
Well, well I...
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
It's becoming clear... ...that jumping in with accusations is this Nipponese student's speciality.
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't do that!
Van Zieks:
But with the stakes so high, the prosecution is not prepared to listen to baseless charges. It is incumbent on the defence now to present evidence in support of this diabolical claim.
Ryunosuke:
E-Evidence...?
Van Zieks:
Just what are you proposing that the inspector demanded of the witness in return? The court must see proof of this alleged deal!
Ryunosuke:
(If Inspector Gregson really did strike a deal with Mr Graydon... ...then logically, there's only one thing he could have asked for... That MUST be it!)
Iris:
Runo...do you think it could be...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It's the missing link that would join all the dots together in this puzzle.
Judge:
I must press you for an answer now, Counsel. What evidence explains the nature of the alleged deal that Inspector Gregson made with the witness?
Present Music Box Disk or Small Music Box
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Inspector Gregson!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This, My Lord! This shows exactly what the deal between these two men was all about!
Judge:
Hmph. Well, Inspector? What do you have to say for yourself?
Gregson:
.........
Judge:
Dear me, it would appear this answer has in no way satiated your appetite.
Van Zieks:
Some of that 'bite' should be directed at my learned friend, I feel.
Ryunosuke:
GYAAAAAAH!
Iris:
I'm very surprised at Gregsy. There must have been a compelling reason for him to give away case secrets like that.
Ryunosuke:
Well...what's the most important thing to the inspector? What could have motivated him to do it?
Iris:
Hm...well most Scotland Yard inspectors that I know... ...would put nothing above their duty to policing.
Ryunosuke:
(So do we have some evidence that's related to the inspector and his duties, I wonder...?)
Leads back to:
"I must press you for an answer now, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson! Besides this murder, is it not true that you've been working on another, very important case?
Gregson:
What...are you gettin' at now, sunshine?
Ryunosuke:
Is it possible that this other, top-secret case... ...is what's alluded to in this newspaper article here? The classified secrets being leaked overseas from the Ministry of Justice...
Gregson:
How, how the bleedin' Nora could you...?
Ryunosuke:
We discovered, during the course of this trial, the music box deposited at Windibank's by Magnus McGilded. A special music box, designed to play two disks at once. It would seem very likely now, that encoded on the pair of disks that were in McGilded's possession... ...are the leaked classified secrets.
Gregson:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So I put it to you, Inspector...that in order to recover the second of the disks containing those secrets... ...you covertly made a deal with Mr Graydon in which you exchanged the disk for details of the case!
Gregson:
You... You little... AAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!!
Ryunosuke:
On the day of the incident... ...when we met you at Windibank's, you said this:
Gregson:
I'll be takin' that whatever-it-is of McGilded's down to the Yard, thank you very much! So hand it over!
Gina:
No, don't! Don't give it to 'im! It's mine, that is! Mine!
Gregson:
I'm sorry, miss... ...but anythin' belongin' to McGilded has to be taken in as evidence now.
Ryunosuke:
Scotland Yard already knew at that time, isn't that right? That Magnus McGilded was involved in the stealing of government secrets!
Gregson:
......... My orders were: Recover the medium used to convey the secrets leaked from the ministry... ...and do it on the q.t. Strictly hush-hush.
Van Zieks:
And that explains why, when I presented this disk as evidence to the court... ...you objected so heavily, I presume? Because you knew that it contained highly confidential information.
Gregson:
Blimey, not likely! I mean, I wasn't that sure of it myself. I realised there was a possibility, that's all.
Judge:
Inspector, surely... Surely you're not saying that in order to acquire the second of these music box disks... ...you did indeed reveal confidential details of the crime scene to the witness? To aid and abet this man in giving false testimony?!
Ryunosuke:
There's no other way that Mr Graydon could have known of the existence of the peephole. It's the only explanation. A deal was struck between these two men!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
If - and I stress 'if' - this sobering assertion turns out to be founded in truth... ...it would mean that the second disk is, as we speak, here in this very courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what? In, in this room? How could you possibly make a claim like that?
Van Zieks:
Because Inspector Gregson is a Scotland Yard detective.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Gregson:
What's that supposed to mean, eh?
Van Zieks:
As a seasoned policeman, the inspector will have approached this alleged deal with caution. Certainly, he would not have accepted a gentleman's agreement in this matter. No...he would have insisted on having the article agreed upon in the palm of his hand.
Judge:
Good gracious! Then...you mean to say... ...Inspector Gregson already has the item in question in his possession? He has the second disk actually on his person?!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The defence demands that the inspector is searched at once!
Iris:
Definitely! They could only have struck a deal with each other when Ginny was testifying before. And Gregsy hasn't moved from the witness stand since!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, please! Order an examination of his personal effects immediately!
Judge:
Hmmm... Well, Inspector?
Gregson:
......... This young lad wants to tone down his imagination. He's insulted me and my profession quite enough.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Gregson:
However... ...if it'll put this matter to bed and dispel any doubts about my involvement... ...then I'll happily submit to a body search!
Ryunosuke:
What...? (He's going to agree to it?)
Van Zieks:
...I presume you're aware of the precipice on which you now teeter, my learned student friend? You've made a most serious allegation against Scotland Yard here. If, following the search of the inspector's personal effects, no disk is found... ...you will be deemed unfit for court service, this trial will end... ...and my country's government will formally demand of yours that you are severely reprimanded.
Ryunosuke:
That sounds serious...
Judge:
Indeed. To have a visiting student make such defamatory remarks about our country's most senior police force... ...is not something Her Majesty's government will be able to overlook.
Iris:
You're just threatening Runo because you're scared!
Van Zieks:
The accusation is beyond serious. You must be prepared for grave consequences.
Ryunosuke:
......... (It's true... I can't imagine Gregson would have accepted a gentleman's agreement for something so critical. The disk must have physically changed hands. Which means the inspector should have it. But somehow...something doesn't feel quite right here...)
Judge:
Very well, Counsel. You know the implications. So let me ask you one final time...
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
Do you still persist in formally requesting a search of the inspector's personal effects?
Yes, search him!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the defence demands that Inspector Gregson is searched at once!
Judge:
Very well. Are you ready to proceed, Inspector?
Gregson:
Be my guest, sir.
And so a brief body search was carried out by the court bailiff. A few short minutes later... ...it was revealed that the inspector had nothing unusual on his person at all.
Ryunosuke:
......... GYAAAAAAAAAH!
Iris:
Just as I thought.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
Well you heard Gregsy before. He almost invited the search. It was obvious that we wouldn't find anything!
Ryunosuke:
......... Maybe consider mentioning things like that before I monumentally put my foot in it next time.
Judge:
Well, Counsel? What do you have to say for yourself now?
Van Zieks:
Have you learnt your lesson? Or do you intend to embarrass more people in this courtroom?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (This is bad...)
Leads back to:
"Do you still persist in formally requesting a search of the inspector's personal effects?"
Search someone else!
Leads to:
"Yes, the defence formally demands the search be conducted!"
Withdraw the request
Ryunosuke:
(If they don't find anything, I'll be in serious trouble here.) No, My Lord. The defence withdraws the request.
Gregson:
Tsk. Pathetic.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
One little threat, and you abandon your beliefs, do you? I always had a suspicion your samurai spirit would be no match for the chivalry of the Brits.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
In that case, I've changed my mind! The defence does demand the search, My Lord!
Judge:
And in that case, Counsel, I have no choice but to penalise your fickle mind.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (That went well...)
Iris:
I have to agree with Gregsy. You can't turn your back on what you believe.
Ryunosuke:
No...I suppose not.
Judge:
Let me clarify your position once and for all, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, My Lord!
Leads back to:
"Do you still persist in formally requesting a search of the inspector's personal effects?"
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the defence formally demands the search be conducted!
Judge:
Well!
Van Zieks:
Don't say you weren't warned. But your typical Nipponese stubbornness may well land you in hot water this time. Perhaps the lesson will do you some good.
Gregson:
Fair enough. I've got nothin' to hide.
Judge:
Very well, then. Bailiff! Conduct a search of the inspector's personal effects, please.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The defence demands a search...but not of Inspector Gregson.
Van Zieks:
What?
Gregson:
Now what's all this? I'm the one you're accusin', aren't I? I thought you wanted to search me.
Ryunosuke:
No no, Inspector. Not you. Somebody else.
Gregson:
What's the meanin' of all this, eh? Lost it at last, have you, sunshine? The court shouldn't have to put up with this nonsense! You're bein' completely irrational!
???:
Be quiet! All of you!
Iris:
Runo's doing what you all told him to do, and having the courage of his convictions. So you should respect that and listen to what he has to say in good faith! Because that's the British way!
Judge:
...!
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Well said, young lady. Indeed, this court is in awe of the defence counsel's conviction...and eagerly awaits his next words.
Gregson:
You what? Now don't be hasty, My Lord!
Ryunosuke:
(If I'm not mistaken about the things I've seen in court today... ...I'm fairly sure that I know who has that disk at the moment. There's only one person it can be.)
Judge:
Counsel, of whom do you request this search now?
Present Nash Skulkin profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Of, My Lord...Mr Nash Skulkin!"
Present Ashley Graydon profile
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Mr Ashley Graydon, My Lord. The defence demands that he be searched at once!
Judge:
Very well. I presume you will not protest, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
...Au contraire.
And so a brief body search was carried out by the court bailiff. A few short minutes later... ...it was revealed that Mr Graydon had nothing unusual on his person at all.
Ryunosuke:
......... GYAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Well, Counsel?
Leads back to:
"If I'm not mistaken about the things I've seen in court today..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! The defence demands this person be searched at once!
Judge:
Good grief! What possible relation could exist between that person and the case, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
It would seem my Nipponese friend does not understand the gravity of requesting such a search. If the defence counsel's aim is humiliation... ...perhaps this will give him a taste of his own medicine!
Ryunosuke:
GYAAAAAAAAAH!
Iris:
If Gregsy doesn't have the disk at the moment... ...the question is, where could he have hidden it?
Ryunosuke:
The trouble is, he's been in the witness stand the entire time, in full view of everyone in the courtroom. Not an easy situation in which to go about hiding anything, really. (So there's honestly only one place heh could possibly have hidden it, then.)
Iris:
Perhaps in another person's pocket? Someone with him on the stand?
Judge:
Well, Counsel?
Leads back to:
"If I'm not mistaken about the things I've seen in court today..."
Ryunosuke:
Of, My Lord...Mr Nash Skulkin!
Judge:
Well I never!
EEEEEEEEEH?!
BLIMEEEEEEY?!
Meeeeeeeeeeee?
'Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiim?
Judge:
Very well then. Bailiff! Restrain the witness and conduct a thorough search of his personal effects!
Gregson:
Hold it!
Gregson:
...Please, My Lord!
Judge:
Inspector?
Gregson:
Scotland Yard, erm...has to object to this search!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Unfortunately for you, Inspector...your objections carry no weight here.
Gregson:
Eh?
Van Zieks:
In this courtroom, only the prosecution and the defence have the authority to object.
Gregson:
But, but Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
I have no idea what forces are in play that might influence your actions... ...but personally, I have no intention of obstructing the course of this trial.
Gregson:
Agh!
Judge:
Bailiff! Carry out the search!
Nash:
Now 'old on a mo! I, I dun't know nuffin'! N-Nuffin' about no disk... C-CUT IT OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!!!
AAAAAAAAAH! Here, My Lord! In, in the witness's pocket... I found this!
Judge:
Good Lord! That's...
Van Zieks:
...Another music box disk.
Nash:
I dun't know nuffin' about it! Nuffin'!
Gregson:
.........
Graydon:
.........
Ryunosuke:
That is the second music box disk left behind by Magnus McGilded. Is it not...Inspector Gregson?!
Gregson:
Urgh... AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Mr Skulkin, what have you to say for yourself?
Nash:
Gordon Bennett! I mean, just...Gordon flamin' Bennett! I swear I didn't know nuffin' about that disk! Honest to God!
Judge:
Counsel, would you please explain what exactly is going on here? The alleged deal that was struck was between this witness... ...and this detective, no?
Ryunosuke:
Without question, My Lord.
Judge:
Then for pity's sake... ...why on earth was this man in possession of the disk that the inspector traded for information?
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson is a shrewd, calculating man who rarely loses his composure. But at one particular point in this trial, he exhibited some unusual behaviour for a brief moment.
Judge:
I don't recall. What unusual behaviour?
Gregson:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
It was...yes, during my cross-examination of Mr Graydon.
Ryunosuke:
Tell me, Mr Graydon, when you left the pawnbrokery that night... ...was it by any chance with the second disk in your jacket pocket?
Graydon:
I admit to nothing of the sort.
Ryunosuke:
While Mr Graydon answered my questions... ...the inspector appeared to have grabbed Nash Skulkin by his coat and was shaking him violently.
Nash:
Yeah! 'E did an' all! Thought me noggin woz gonna fall clean off, I did! I woz wishin' I'd been born as me bruvver, I woz!
Ryunosuke:
And what exactly happened to make the detective attack you like that?
Nash:
I ain't got a clue! 'E just suddenly turned an' grabbed me whistle like that an' started shakin' me! 'Why the blazes didn't ya mention the third gun when we got ya down the station?' That's wot 'e said. Yelled it right down my ear 'ole, 'e did! Me 'ead's still throbbin' now!
Judge:
Hm...
Ryunosuke:
The way the detective behaved then was extremely out of character. But looking back now...it must have been then that he did it. That was the opportunity Inspector Gregson created for himself in order to hide the disk.
Judge:
Well bless my wig! He hid it?!
Gregson:
You...
Judge:
But I'm afraid I fail to comprehend the motive here. If the detective had acquired the disk he was after... ...why on earth would he then proceed to hide it in another man's pocket? This is a court of law! He could have submitted the item as evidence.
Van Zieks:
It would appear, My Lord, that the inspector was not at liberty to do that.
Judge:
Whyever not?
Van Zieks:
As the man himself revealed himself earlier, his current assignment has some...special conditions.
Gregson:
......... My orders were: Recover the medium used to convey the secrets leaked from the ministry... ...and do it on the q.t. Strictly hush-hush.
Judge:
'Hush-hush'? A top-secret assignment, is it?
Van Zieks:
As far as we're aware, the information stolen comes from confidential government communications. It would seem that if that information were to be revealed in court as evidence, it would be...problematic. ...Does that sum up the situation, Inspector?
Gregson:
......... I'm operatin' under direct orders from the ministry. I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to answer that question.
Van Zieks:
So...realising there was a chance that you may be searched here in court... ...you took steps to hide the disk you had acquired from the witness.
Judge:
Ah! Does this mean...?
Ryunosuke:
He only pretended to attack Mr Skulkin in order to get close enough to him... ...to slip the second disk into his pocket.
Judge:
So it was all a pretence?
Gregson:
.........
Graydon:
.........
Judge:
Well now, Inspector Gregson... And you, Mr Graydon... ...are you prepared to admit to the accusation made against you of this alleged deal?
Graydon:
......... ...Admit to it? Yours truly? Please...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon!
Graydon:
Clearly our Eastern visitor has an uncommonly active imagination. However, there's no proof that I passed that disk to the inspector.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But! But then... ...how do you explain the reason why you knew about the peephole?
Graydon:
I'm under no obligation to explain.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Graydon:
Yes, I lied in my testimony. That I admit, so sentence me accordingly. But that is all I admit. Murder...? Leaking government secrets...? Striking a deal with the detective...? All of it is this young Eastern man's fancy. I have no idea what any of that is about!
Ryunosuke:
You... WHAAAAAAAAAT?! Well, what about you then, Inspector Gregson? Do you admit to making a deal with Mr Graydon in order to acquire the disk?
Gregson:
...Ladies and gents of the jury... ...as a Scotland Yard inspector, I will declare this and nothin' more:
Juror No. 1:
...!
Gregson:
I am actin' in the best interests of the country. Whatever I've done, it's been in the name of justice.
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Gregson:
So, as members of the public of this fine country... ...I'd like to think that justice will be your guidin' light when you're makin' your decisions.
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Judge:
Hmmm... This is quite a quandary indeed. Rarely have I encountered such extraordinary tumultuousness in the concluding of a trial. Nevertheless, in the absence of any further evidence to be presented... ...I believe it is time that we put the matter to the jury for their final leanings.
Juror No. 1:
Well now...as a fellow servant of Queen and country, I must say I sympathise with the old inspector.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, he's a dependable man, I'm quite sure. In service, one becomes a good judge of character.
Juror No. 3:
Even crossing your eyes doesn't help when it comes to looking at this case. It's all blurred to me...
Juror No. 4:
Well, as a fellow professional, I'd like to put my faith in the detective, really.
Juror No. 5:
Graydon is highly skilled operator! Stop. Currently in presence of idol! Stop.
Juror No. 6:
...Detective has wery much trust in eyes. More than this, I cannot say.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't believe it! These six jurors are... They're going to believe Gregson! If they declare their decision now...)
Iris:
Is Ginny going to be found guilty?
Ryunosuke:
If I don't manage to produce some definitive evidence right now, then...we're going to lose! Either some proof that Graydon killed Mr Windibank or stole those government secrets... Or some evidence to force Gregson into admitting that he struck a deal with the witness...
Judge:
Well then, Counsel... ...I think it's time I imposed on the jurors to declare their final decisions, no? That is, unless you have some compelling evidence you have thus far not presented to the court?
Ryunosuke:
(If I let the judge call on the jurors to announce their leanings, Gina will be found guilty.)
Iris:
So there's no choice then, Runo! You have to throw some more evidence at them!
Ryunosuke:
(This is it now. It all comes down to this... Who do I present evidence against? Gregson...or Graydon...?)
Graydon
Ryunosuke:
Mr Graydon... ...there is one final piece of evidence I would like you to see.
Graydon:
Hmph, you misguided fool. Whatever you intend to show me now, you'll be wasting your time. I have nothing left to lose. I assure you, I will admit to nothing.
Ryunosuke:
(This is my last chance. It looks like I'm going to have to force his hand here. One final piece of evidence to get him to admit to the deal he clearly struck on the stand.)
Present Music Box Disk
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Is that...Mr McGilded's music box disk, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. The first disk of two, which has already been placed in Mr McGilded's special music box ready to play.
Leads to:
"I think perhaps now would be a good time to listen to the sound produced by the music box again."
Present Small Music Box
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Is that...Mr McGilded's peculiar music box, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. With a disk already in place ready to play.
Leads to:
"I think perhaps now would be a good time to listen to the sound produced by the music box again."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
......... What on earth is this, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Irrefutable proof, My Lord...of the corrupt dealings that went on between these two men.
Van Zieks:
Or perhaps... ...irrefutable proof of the corrupt workings of my learned friend's mind.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh.
Judge:
Really, Counsel, at this stage in the proceedings, I would have expected a more considered argument. The defence will be duly penalised!
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAAAAH! (They only struck that deal at the very last possible moment when they were in the stand. What's more, there's no love lost between them, clearly. It was strictly business...)
Iris:
If you think about it, murder and treason are both such serious crimes...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Punishable by death.
Iris:
So I don't think old Silky's going to admit to either any time soon, do you?
Ryunosuke:
No. But Gregson, on the other hand... He is just refusing to admit to what happened because he's been sworn to secrecy. Out of a sense of duty.
Iris:
......... I wonder... If Gregsy's lips are sealed because he's determined to do his duty, then perhaps to prise them open... ...you're going to have to be determined enough to do your duty too, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Of course! He'd do anything to follow his orders, so...)
Judge:
The jury has indicated its readiness to declare its final findings. I urge you to consider this as your own final deed in this trial, Counsel.
Leads back to:
"This is my last chance."
Inspector Gregson
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson... ...there is one final piece of evidence I would like you to see.
Gregson:
Eh? ...What's that then?
Ryunosuke:
If you refuse to acknowledge that you did in fact strike a deal with the witness here today... ...then you leave us no choice but to examine this piece of evidence...thoroughly.
Gregson:
Well, go on...
Ryunosuke:
(This is my last chance. It looks like I'm going to have to force his hand here. One final piece of evidence to get this detective to admit to the deal he clearly struck with Graydon.)
Present Music Box Disk
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Is that...Mr McGilded's music box disk, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. The first disk of two, which has already been placed in Mr McGilded's special music box ready to play.
Leads to:
"I think perhaps now would be a good time to listen to the sound produced by the music box again."
Present Small Music Box
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Is that...Mr McGilded's peculiar music box, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. With a disk already in place ready to play.
Leads to:
"I think perhaps now would be a good time to listen to the sound produced by the music box again."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
......... What on earth is this, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Irrefutable proof, My Lord...of the corrupt dealings that went on between these two men.
Van Zieks:
Or perhaps... ...irrefutable proof of the corrupt workings of my learned friend's mind.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh.
Judge:
Really, Counsel, at this stage in the proceedings, I would have expected a more considered argument. The defence will be duly penalised!
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAAAAH! (They only struck that deal at the very last possible moment when they were in the stand. What's more, there's no love lost between them, clearly. It was strictly business...)
Iris:
If you think about it, murder and treason are both such serious crimes...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Punishable by death.
Iris:
So I don't think old Silky's going to admit to either any time soon, do you?
Ryunosuke:
No. But Gregson, on the other hand... He is just refusingn to admit to what happened because he's been sworn to secrecy. Out of a sense of duty.
Iris:
......... I wonder... If Gregsy's lips are sealed because he's determined to do his duty, then perhaps to prise them open... ...you're going to have to be determined enough to do your duty too, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Of course! He'd do anything to follow his orders, so...)
Judge:
The jury has indicated its readiness to declare its final findings. I urge you to consider this as your own final deed in this trial, Counsel.
Leads back to:
"This is my last chance."
Leave it to the jury
Ryunosuke:
(I can't possibly decide this.) I think...all I can do is leave it in the jury's capable hands at this sta-
???:
No, Runo!
Iris:
Look how far we've come! This is the final stretch! You need to pick the most explosive piece of evidence, and throw it at the weakest witness! Hard!
Van Zieks:
Just before you do... ...you deserve an explosive punishment for that weakest of decisions.
Ryunosuke:
...! (This will be the final blow. I need to decide where to place it for myself...)
Judge:
Your answer then, please, Counsel!
Leads back to:
"This is it now."
Ryunosuke:
I think perhaps now would be a good time to listen to the sound produced by the music box again. Only this time... ...with the second disk we've just discovered set in place as well!
Judge:
Goodness! This disk, Counsel?
Gregson:
Hold it!
Gregson:
No! Wait! I, I can't let you do that!
Ryunosuke:
Why not?
Gregson:
B-Because, um... Well! Because it's got nothin' to do with this case, that's why!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Not true, Inspector!
Gregson:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
The defence has already proposed... ...that the sounds heard by the court earlier from this music box were part of a Morse code message.
Graydon:
...!
Ryunosuke:
We know that Morse code comprises of two distinct tones. The defence believes that the second disk contains the second tone needed to complete the message! And now we have a chance...to confirm that theory!
Gregson:
For cryin' out loud, sunshine! We're talkin' about state secrets here! If you go lettin' the whole courtroom hear confidential information like that, it's...it's treason!
Ryunosuke:
Then do you admit the charge? That in order to protect those state secrets, you engaged in unlawful dealings with the witness?
Gregson:
You're... You're mad... If you let that secret information out into the public domain... ...you'll...you'll be makin' an enemy of the entire British government, you idiot!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Let's not forget, Inspector, that you - a Scotland Yard officer - leaked confidential case details to a witness! That you continue to lie to the court! And all because, by fair means or foul, you're determined to do your duty. Well...by fair means or foul, I'm prepared to do mine!
Gregson:
Don't you dare...
Ryunosuke:
I will stop at nothing to protect my client! I don't care who I make an enemy of!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! If you please! The court must hear the sounds made by that music box!
Gregson:
Come on, van Zieks! For Pete's sake! Stop 'im!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Inspector, you should know my methods by now. I'm a prosecutor. ...I'm no Scotland Yard puppet.
Gregson:
Ugrk...
Van Zieks:
In this courtroom, my duty is to the law. So let me propose a toast. To uncovering the truth...by fair means or foul.
Gregson:
NOOOOOOOOO!!!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Very well, the defence's stance here and that of the prosecution has been made very clear, I feel. Therefore...in accordance with the defence's request... ...the court will now listen as this music box is set in operation once more. This time...with the second disk in place, and both disks playing simultaneously...
.........
Oh, listen to that... It's...it's unmistakable now... It's Morse code!
???:
Hold it!
Gregson:
Alright, alright! I admit it! Whatever you want! But for the love of God... ...shut that bloomin' box up!!!
.........
Ryunosuke:
Let me ask you again then, Inspector Gregson... Did you, or did you not, strike a deal with the witness next to you in the stand, Mr Ashley Graydon?
Judge:
Specifically, did you furnish the witness with confidential case details in exchange for this music box disk? Did you reveal the existence of the peephole in the pawnbroker's storeroom door, Inspector?
Gregson:
......... I did.
Graydon:
...! Stop! What are you doing, man?
Gregson:
......... It's all exactly like the young Eastern lawyer said. When the trial resumed after the recess, and we were stood here in the stand together... ...that's when he approached me with the deal.
Graydon:
Shut up, you imbecile! SHUT UP!!!
Psst, you there... You're the detective who turned up at the pawnbrokery the other day, aren't you? I may have something you're looking for, Inspector. With me at this very moment. So how about a trade? I suggest you accept... ...or information that may make certain individuals uncomfortable will soon become very public indeed.
Gregson:
I couldn't let that information become public knowledge. Not under any circumstances. So I accepted the man's proposal, and told him details about the case that should've put him in the clear. The peephole in the storeroom door...and the bloodstains on the overcoat.
Ryunosuke:
By giving false testimony, this witness intended to have the defendant wrongly accused of murder. Inspector, you knew that! Yet you still revealed those details to facilitate the witness's perjury!
Gregson:
......... I did. But then it turned out the peephole had only been made that night, after the incident took place. Scotland Yard wasn't aware of that, if I'm perfectly honest.
Ryunosuke:
Well, Mr Graydon? What do you have to say for yourself?
Graydon:
Uh...ugh...
Ryunosuke:
There's nothing and no one left for you to hide behind. You struck a deal with the inspector in order to escape conviction of a very serious crime. Namely this... You are the third intruder who broke into the pawnbrokery on the night in question... ...and YOU perpetrated the murder of the proprietor, Mr Pop Windibank!
Graydon:
Nrgh... You... You... TRAITOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!
Judge:
Bailiff! BAILIFF!!! Restrain that man! At once!
(That's it then. It's all over...)
...........................
..................
.........
I despised my life growing up. Those slums are vile places. I was cursed from birth. Born into poverty, the son of a penniless artisan. My parents did nothing but quarrel all day long. What little money they had was never spent on me.
Graydon:
So I set about studying. To better myself. To one day escape from that hellhole.
Judge:
And you eventually became a communications officer. ...I admire your determination.
Ryunosuke:
But then you decided to try to sell government secrets? Why?
Graydon:
......... Isn't it obvious? Because I wanted money. Even now, years later, the nightmares of my life in the slums wake me in the small hours. I wanted to drown them out. With more money than anyone who lived in that squalor could ever imagine. Then one day, I met him. Mr Magnus McGilded.
McGilded:
Yer a feen with a quare talent, so you are. I've money to throw yer way if yer interested. All ye need to do...is go along with me little plan now.
Graydon:
I was to steal the ministry's telegraphic message logs and McGilded would buy them for a handsome sum. As I was responsible for inspections of the ministry's communications office, it was a simple enough task.
Van Zieks:
The lure of the devil's offerings... How easy it is to succumb.
Judge:
But you must surely have realised the seriousness of the crime you were committing.
Graydon:
And for that reason, I took great lengths to ensure that my actions were untraceable.
Van Zieks:
By using the music box.
Graydon:
......... My father was a brickmaker. Though my mother divorced him when I was still a child.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Mr Mason Milverton.
Graydon:
That's right. He was very skilled with his hands. He'd once been a music box maker's apprentice. I imagined his skills would be sufficient to create a machine that could generate Morse code. So I sought out my father again...to employ his services. It was the first time I'd seen him since I left the slums ten years earlier.
'Look at you, Ashley. What a fine gent you've become, eh?'
Graydon:
He was a different man to the one in my memory. A thin, frail old man. But poverty had never broken him. Never corrupted him like it had me. I was sure that he wouldn't help me if I told him the real reason. So I made up a story.
'I've got some work for you, Father. I need some music box disks made.'
'Music box disks, eh?'
'A musician friend of mine has written some music he wants to sell to the public. I've brought the score with me. There are two, actually.'
'I'd be delighted, son. ...It's been twenty years since I did any work like this, though. Fetch my tools, would you? They're in the loft.'
Graydon:
That's how I had him make the two disks.
Van Zieks:
Thereby splitting the information in two... You were taking considerable precautions indeed.
Graydon:
It was to protect myself as much as anything. It meant that I could deal with McGilded in two separate transactions. The first involved the first of the two disks and the music box for playing them. I exchanged them with McGilded for ten guineas. Then, on receipt of the second disk, he would pay a thousand guineas.
Ryunosuke:
So...what happened on the omnibus two months ago... ...was the second part of a deal? The exchange of the second disk?
Graydon:
Yes. I'd sold the man information that way a number of times already. But it seems he became reluctant to part with his money.
Judge:
But that doesn't quite make sense, Mr Graydon. For why was it that on the omnibus two months ago... ...your father, Mr Milverton, was the one dealing with Mr McGilded and not yourself?
Graydon:
When I received the thousand guineas after my first completed dealings with McGilded... ...I decided to give two hundred to my father for his troubles.
But my father realised something was amiss. In time, he worked out that I must be involved in something...dubious. And when he did, he said to me:
'Next time there's an exchange, you'll let your old man do it, understand? Otherwise I won't take your money any more.'
.........
Graydon:
...That was my father's way of dealing with it, I suppose. 'Climb into the omnibus, hand over the second disk, and take the money from McGilded. That's it.' He had no idea what was actually on the disks I'd asked him to make. He never knew. ...Just like I'll never know why everything went so horribly wrong that night. All I know is that the disk was taken from him... and he never returned home.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
.........
Graydon:
It was only then that I found out what sort of a monster McGilded really was. So after ten years of not once uttering it, I swore on my father's name... ...to exact revenge.
Ryunosuke:
Revenge?!
Van Zieks:
...As anyone with even the remotest knowledge of the man will no doubt be able to imagine... ...McGilded brought all his wealth and influence to bear in the most despicable of ways... ...to crush any semblance of justice in his trial.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
The crime scene was tampered with, evidence was fixed, and witnesses were bribed. That trial two months ago was a farce from start to finish.
Ryunosuke:
(My feet had barely touched British soil back then. And I walked into that hornets' nest, completely unaware of the sinister background to it all...)
Graydon:
I'd made plenty of money out of my dealings with McGilded by then. So I spared nothing in my arrangements two months ago. I knew exactly who to hire. If you're willing to pay the price, there are people in this city willing to do anything you ask. McGilded himself had shown me that.
Ryunosuke:
Are, are you saying that...?
Graydon:
I think you have the picture now. After he twisted everything to his favour in this courtroom to ensure that he walked free... ...I took matters into my own hands...and delivered the justice that monster deserved!
That 'tragic accident' following the trial here two months ago... ...was planned and executed... by yours truly.
Ryunosuke:
(McGilded's death that day... ...was caused by this man!)
Bailiff:
Everything is ready, sir. If you'd like to follow me into the courtroom...
McGilded:
What's this, Officer? 'Tis sooner than I was led to believe.
Bailiff:
I hope it's not inconvenient, sir. There were some changes to the schedule.
McGilded:
Well, I must be makin' tracks now. 'Tis time for the inspection. They're goin' to examine the omnibus again, so I'm told. I asked if I could be present for it meself.
Ryunosuke:
So that policeman who came to tell McGilded he could examine the omnibus again...
Graydon:
That's right. An imposter, hired by me. McGilded used his wealth to manipulate the trial. He paid people to adulterate the omnibus with all manner of false evidence... He threatened witnesses to lie in their testimony... So I gave the man a taste of his own medicine. Once the omnibus was dowsed in paraffin... ...one of my sham policemen ushered McGilded inside... and sent him on a one-way journey to Hell. An eye...for an eye. That's how I avenged my father's death.
Judge:
...A spine-chilling account indeed.
Graydon:
But that wasn't the end of it for me. There was a loose end, you see.
Ryunosuke:
A loose end?
Graydon:
Yes. I should think it's obvious. The second disk, which my father had taken to exchange with McGilded.
Judge:
Ah...yes... There was indeed no mention of it in the man's trial two months ago. Clearly because it had been removed from the scene of the crime.
Graydon:
When I realised it was missing, I remembered something. Something from the first time I'd dealt with McGilded.
Graydon:
'This is the first of the two disks, and the music box you need to play them.'
McGilded:
'Well, look at that now. What an ingenious little invention. So then, as promised... Ten guineas for ye, young man.'
Graydon:
'Wh-What's this? "Windibank's Pawnbrokery"?'
McGilded:
'Aye, 'tis a pawnbroker's ticket, so it is. Ye can use it to redeem an article I've deposited there for ye. There's no need to give a name. Just hand over the ticket and tell the feen the watchword. I've put a jewel in pawn for ye. It'll fetch a good ten guineas if ye sell it, so it will.'
Graydon:
'...I've never heard of a pawnbrokery being used in quite that way before.'
McGilded:
'Have ye not, Mr Graydon? London's pawnbrokeries are very useful places, ye know. Each one is like an extremely secure vault.'
......................................................
Graydon:
So I knew that if he'd taken steps to hide the disk... ...it would be in that pawnbrokery somewhere. And that on the night he killed my father, he must have entrusted the ticket to someone.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, to Gina.) I remember now...that when we first met you at Windibank's that afternoon two days ago... ...you had a description of Miss Lestrade written down. How did you know who you were looking for?
Graydon:
From the trial. That pickpocket's testimony was clearly peculiar. Anyone could see that. I realised immediately that she was another of McGilded's pawns. That he must have threatened her somehow. I was fairly convinced it would be her who had the ticket. So I started to make some enquiries. I had a strong suspicion the girl would come out of the woodwork on the redemption deadline.
Ryunosuke:
(And he was absolutely right.)
Graydon:
And yes, sure enough, she did. All I needed to do was to wait until the girl went to Windibank's to redeem the articles. But unfortunately, she redeemed only McGilded's overcoat and the one disk that was in its pocket. The all-important music box with the second disk inside was missing.
Van Zieks:
Because it had already been forfeited two days earlier.
Graydon:
But I was unaware of that fact. Had I not been, I could have avoided my night-time excursion.
Gregson:
Meanwhile, as our investigation into the stolen government secrets was progressin'... ...we'd picked up on the fact that McGilded was involved.
Ryunosuke:
Inspector! (You've recovered fast!)
Gregson:
My orders were to recover the stolen information as quickly as possible. So we started gatherin' the fella's possessions and examinin' whatever we could lay our hands on. We had a full-scale investigation goin' on at the Yard, but we had to keep it as quiet as we could.
Graydon:
Then, when the inspector here took the disk from me in the pawnbrokery that day, I become [sic] nervous. I was sure the music box and the second disk were still there in the shop somewhere. So I knew that it was a race against time. I had to find those articles before the police did.
Ryunosuke:
So that's what prompted you to break into the place that same night... ...with the help of your old friends, the Skulkin brothers.
Graydon:
......... What happened that night in the pawnbrokery...I can only describe as a nightmare. While Nash and Ringo were searching the counter... ...I'd located the music box I'd sold to McGilded on the shelves of forfeited articles.
Van Zieks:
And the second disk was inside?
Graydon:
Yes. I slipped it into my pocket with a very deep sigh of relief. But then something entirely unexpected happened.
'What are you doing in my shop?!'
*BANG!*
Graydon:
A gunshot rang out in the shop, and I felt a sharp pain in my left arm.
Van Zieks:
The broker fired his gun, and the bullet pierced your limb.
Graydon:
Yes, exactly. But unfortunately... ...I'd decided to bring my own gun with me that night. Just in case.
Ryunosuke:
...!
*BANG!*
Graydon:
Before I knew what was happening, I'd fired back. The man had already turned to flee. I hadn't intended to fire in his direction, much less kill him. But unfortunately for both of us...the bullet hit home. It struck him in the middle of his back as he fled through the storeroom door for refuge.
Judge:
A sorry, sorry tale...
Graydon:
It all took place in the blink of an eye. I don't imagine Nash and Ringo even realised what had happened at first. I was terrified...so I fled. And that's the whole story. That's everything that happened at Windibank's on that wretched night.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
.........
...........................
Van Zieks:
Earlier, you called McGilded a monster. A man who used his wealth and influence to distort the facts and escape justice for the crime of murder. What tragic irony... For what you have done...is exactly the same.
Graydon:
.........
Van Zieks:
You've become the very monster you saw, and despised so deeply, in McGilded.
Graydon:
......... Yes...I think I have.
Judge:
Well...this has been a long and exhausting trial. However, it would seem that at last we have arrived at the truth. Inspector Gregson...what of Mr Ashley Graydon?
Gregson:
He's been restrained, My Lord, and is bein' escorted to the Yard. He'll be charged with the murder of Mr Windibank... ...and the stealin' of government secrets.
Judge:
Very good. And you, Inspector. Regrettably, you will have to face charges yourself.
Gregson:
...Yes, My Lord. Of course.
Van Zieks:
It transpires that you were complicit in helping a criminal escape justice. That fact remains, whether or not you were doing so in the line of duty. ...The crime is a serious one, Inspector. And inexcusable.
Gregson:
.........
Judge:
Now to the defendant, Miss Gina Lestrade...
Gina:
Ah! ...Yeah?
Judge:
It is time for the final adjudication. Is the jury ready, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
Yessir! Garrideb Squadron standing by, sir! This is really it now... The last push! The final call! The finishing whistle! My men are ready to deliver their verdicts!
Judge:
Thank you, Mr Foreman. Very well, ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...you will now declare your final decisions to the court!
Juror No. 1:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Not guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Not guilty!
Gina:
Hahaha! That's the stuff! I'm off the 'ook!
Iris:
Finally, Runo! You finally managed to do it!
Ryunosuke:
Finally is the word. I really wasn't sure if we'd come out on top for a while there.
Iris:
Susie was right. You're the best lawyer in the world!
Judge:
Miss Lestrade. I am not finished with you yet.
Gina:
Eh?! Wot, wot are ya lookin' at me like that for?
Judge:
Before you start enjoying your freedom, there are certain other crimes to consider, hm?
Gina:
Eh?
Judge:
Two months ago - in my courtroom, no less - you gave false testimony, did you not? And in relation to the trial today, not only did you unlawfully enter Windibank's pawnbrokery... ...you also attempted to abscond with Mr McGilded's property, it seems.
Gina:
EEEH?! I never done nuffin' o' the sort!
Ryunosuke:
(Of course not. It's not like you were gleefully wearing McGilded's coat in your cell yesterday or anything...)
Iris:
Aww... And just when I was getting excited about throwing a party for Ginny this evening...
Judge:
And turning our attention to the defence... Determining that, when played together, the music box disks contained a message in Morse code was... Well, it was certainly a most unexpected revelation, Counsel.
Van Zieks:
Quite so, My Lord. The prosecution was caught entirely off guard. In fact, I think we should applaud my learned friend's courage here today. I propose a toast. To demanding that government secrets be disseminated before the entire courtroom!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! V-Very sorry about that. It was the only way that I could get Inspector Gregson to admit to what he'd done, so...
???:
If, if I may say something on that point...
Ryunosuke:
(Isn't that...?)
Juror No. 5:
It's, um, about the sounds produced by the music box before. I do wonder...if that was really Morse code at all.
Ryunosuke:
What...what are you saying, madam?
Juror No. 5:
Oh, well, it's just that I'm really rather fanatical when it comes to Morse code, you see. So much so that the whole world seems to be covered in dots and dashes to me, in fact.
Judge:
Goodness, madam. An unhealthy level of obsession, one feels.
Juror No. 5:
But I must say that in my opinion, the sounds produced by those two disks... ...were nothing more than that. A meaningless serious [sic] of two different tones.
Ryunosuke:
Wha... WHAAAAAAT?! (Can, can that really be? It...wasn't Morse code after all?!)
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! The defence would like to listen to the music box again!
Gregson:
Are you off your nut?! How many times do I have to tell you, those disks contain ministerial secrets, sunshine?!
Van Zieks:
This courtroom is not an appropriate forum to discuss the nature of the government communications. We know McGilded conspired to trade national secrets with our enemies. Secrets acquired from Mr Graydon. Now that the man has admitted to his crimes, we have no need to pursue the matter further.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Ugh...but it's really going to bother me!)
Iris:
.........
Judge:
Miss Lestrade...
Gina:
Yeah...Me Lord?
Judge:
That which you have seen today here in this courtroom has been extremely disturbing.
Van Zieks:
Falsified evidence...intimidation...perjury... A grim catalogue of depravity.
Judge:
An appalling experience to befall any child.
Gina:
Come on. It ain't nuffin' I dun't see most days in the back slums.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Gina:
If yer weak, ye pay for it. That's just 'ow life goes.
Ryunosuke:
Gina...
Gina:
......... But look, I reckon I've worked somefin' out today. The world ain't fair, but if ya want it to change... ...you've gotta start at 'ome. You've gotta change 'ow you are yerself.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
Well, that's a very laudable lesson, I would say. I eagerly look forward to the born-again Miss Lestrade never gracing my courtroom with her presence again.
Gina:
.........
Judge:
Now...with regard to the murder of Mr Pop Windibank, proprietor of a pawnbrokery business on Baker Street... ...I hereby declare the defendant, Miss Gina Lestrade...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned!
Van Zieks:
On a personal note, I must say you've surprised me, my Far Eastern friend.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...oh!
Van Zieks:
Despite being a Nipponese, you saw through the pretence to the malice that festered within that Englishman. And at the same time, saw through the grime to the surprising heart of your English client. You have a curious talent for judging character, especially considering our very different cultures.
Ryunosuke:
......... I don't think there's anything curious about it.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Whether we're from the Empire of Great Britain...or the Empire of Japan... ...we're all human beings. We're not so very different on the inside.
Van Zieks:
......... You know, I took this case for one very simple reason. To lock swords with you once again here in the courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
You did?
Van Zieks:
When I encountered you for the first time two months ago, it reminded me... ...of toasting friendship and trust with another Nipponese...only to find my trust betrayed. Through you, I hoped to look into the eyes of the man I once knew...and try to understand.
Ryunosuke:
......... You mentioned something similar earlier today - about 'total betrayal' at the hands of the Japanese. What happened exactly?
Van Zieks:
......... Well you may ask. And one day, when the time comes, you will learn the answer, whether you like it or not.
Ryunosuke:
......... Alright, then I'll wait for that day, if I must.
Van Zieks:
Coming to be known as the Reaper of the Bailey, and my retirement from service five years ago... It gives me cause to wonder...if our meeting has some deeper purpose... So...farewell, my Nipponese fellow. Until we meet again.
17th April, 5:24 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
(It's done... It's over at last... ......... But... ...where's Iris disappeared to?) Ah... Congratulations, Gina! ...I knew it all along. I knew that you were innocent.
Gina:
......... Well...you did wot ya said, Mr Narra-'Oddo. Ya believed in me. Right up to the end. ...Yer as odd as yer name.
Ryunosuke:
What's odd about it? I told you I had faith in you, didn't I?
Gina:
......... No one ever 'as before, see. Kept a promise, I mean. Properly.
Ryunosuke:
That's awful...
Gina:
I've figured somefin' out today. All me life, growin' up in the slums, I've never trusted no one. But that's just cos I've been scared of bein' stabbed in the back. I mean, the more ya trust someone, the more it 'urts when they let ya down.
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes...I think I can understand that. (After all, I had a taste of it in that trial two months ago. I chose to trust someone, and paid for it. That betrayal left a big scar...) You know, though, Gina, I worked something out quite recently, too. Trusting in someone else is...really an exercise in learning to trust yourself. (And when your gut tells you it's the right thing to do, and your trust is rewarded... ...there's no better feeling in the world.) I think I have you to thank for reminding me of that valuable lesson.
Gina:
Oh...well...if ya say so. Don't make a fat lot o' sense to me, though.
Ryunosuke:
I'm trying to say...that putting my faith in you, Gina, has been a real pleasure.
Gina:
For cryin' out loud, pack it in! ......... But I s'pose... ...I sort of feel the same way. I mean...sometimes trustin' someone else is...ya know... alright.
Ryunosuke:
...Thanks.
Kazuma:
'This is the way I see it, Ryunosuke... A defence lawyer is only as good as his faith in his client. And that comes down to how much faith he has...in himself.'
.........
Ryunosuke:
After this experience...I'm starting to feel like I understand what you mean. Kazuma... ...am I living up to your expectations? Am I turning out to be the lawyer you believed I could be?
Kazuma:
.........
???:
Pardon the interruption... ...but what the deuce does a man have to do to be noticed around here...my dear fellow?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Th-That voice!
???:
It's too late for 'th-that voice' now...Mr Naruhodo! I've been standing here patiently in the corner of the room for an eternity! 'Ah ha ha! Yes, it was me all along!' I would have said when finally you noticed me.
Sholmes:
But you people! With your incessant babbling!
Gina:
Aah! M-Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
'Ah ha ha! Yes, it was me all along!' ...You see?
Ryunosuke:
I'd, I'd assumed you'd been taken back to the hospital, to be honest.
Sholmes:
Indeed I was. ...But I managed to escape again!
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Sholmes:
I happen to be aware of one or two...foibles of the doctor who was tending to me. I merely made my knowledge of them known to the man, and he happily issued me with a leave of absence.
Ryunosuke:
...How very above board.
Sholmes:
But enough of my adventures. That was a fine victory, Mr Naruhodo. Your tireless efforts justly rewarded, I feel. Congratulations are in order! As a close friend, I tip my hat at you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...um... Thank you.
Gina:
Hmph! Some great detective you are! Great at bein' cold as ice maybe!
Sholmes:
...Have I irked you in some way, Miss Lestrade?
Gina:
While you've been 'avin' a snooze in yer nice soft bed, some of us 'ave been fightin' for our lives!
Sholmes:
Ah well...that bullet did cause me to lose a substantial amount of blood, it's true. So I have indeed been feeling somewhat cold. Not perhaps as cold as ice, but... Well, have a feel.
Ryunosuke:
...Could you take your hands off my neck please, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
And...in some way, I suppose...congratulations are in order for you, too, Miss Lestrade.
Gina:
Wot's that s'posed to mean? Why so 'alf-'earted?
Sholmes:
Well, naturally it isn't my intention to alarm you, but... ...an acquittal in a trial with that particular prosecutor is perhaps a little...precarious.
Ryunosuke:
(Well done, Mr Sholmes. Not alarming in the slightest.)
Gina:
Oh... The Reaper, ya mean? Cos anyone who's found not guilty in a trial 'e was workin' on winds up dead anyway? Is that it?
Sholmes:
The very point I was trying to make! As exemplified by the fate of Mr McGilded, in fact. Ah, but of course...I pay no attention to such irrational drivel myself.
Gina:
......... Yeah, well...it don't bother me.
Sholmes:
Oh really?
Gina:
'Course not. The way I see it, the Reaper's a bit like 'Im upstairs.
Ryunosuke:
Him upstairs? You mean...like God?
Gina:
Yeah, 'Im upstairs knows wot's wot, right? 'E knows wot people are like on the inside. 'E won't 'ave got the wrong end o' the stick. There are some coves like that bogtrotter, wot are rotten to the core. At the end o' the day, 'Im upstairs makes sure they get wot they deserve.
Ryunosuke:
I...suppose that's one way of looking at it. Divine justice is one thing, though. The Reaper taking matters into his own hands and claiming lives is another.
Gina:
Well, I ain't like the McGildeds o' this world. So I ain't scared. ...I got principles, see.
Sholmes:
......... A trait in you which is to be admired, Miss Lestrade.
Gina:
Oi! Just give a rest, alright?
Sholmes:
As I was saying, congratulations are in order. The news of your acquittal...was very welcome news to me indeed. Let me express my heartfelt congratulations...Gina.
Gina:
......... Well, um...erm...
???:
THERE you are! Hurley! How long have you been here?
Iris:
Honestly! I went to the main entrance especially to meet you there!
Sholmes:
Ah, Iris, my dear, I do apologise. But wait until I tell you what happened! This pair made utter fools of themselves!
Iris:
What happened?
Sholmes:
As you know, I have a penchant for disguise. I was hiding in this room dressed as a bailiff. But these dolts didn't notice my presence at all! Ah ha ha ha hah! They had no idea! Can you imagine, Iris? Would you credit it?
Iris:
Hm...I'm not sure, really.
Sholmes:
I beg your pardon?
Iris:
I'm sorry, Hurley, but you just don't have the weighty presence you seem to think you have. In fact, you really ought to be careful about that. It's going to land you in trouble one day.
Sholmes:
...I'll be careful.
Ryunosuke:
(Ouch.)
Iris:
Anyway, it's such a shame. I was so hoping to throw a party for Ginny tonight. But...you won't be able to come, will you?
Gina:
Don't look like I'm gonna be goin' nowhere for a while. You 'eard the judge's patter. I got stuff to make amends for, apparently. All them 'offences'. Wot was it again? Breakin' an' enterin', takin' the bogtrotter's stuff wot was in lug, blah, blah, blah...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think you'll find that basically, being a pickpocket is the main offence.
Gina:
But divin' ain't an offence! It's a job, innit?
Ryunosuke:
(I don't think so!)
Gina:
Still, it 'as got me thinkin', all this. Maybe I should start lookin' for another line o' work. I mean, you didn't start off as a lawyer, did ya, 'Oddo?
Ryunosuke:
Well no...but I was never a pickpocket.
Gina:
Well anyway, I reckon I could make a change. I'm gonna do somefin' for all them lot like me from the slums! Somefin' that makes a difference for 'em!
Iris:
That's a wonderful idea, Ginny! And I'm sure you can do it!
Gina:
...Heh heh heh...
Iris:
What is it?
Gina:
Nuffin'...
???:
Miss Gina Lestrade!
Bailiff:
The prison carriage has arrived, ma'am. Come with me to the rear gate at once.
Gina:
Right, well...looks like I'm off then.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Goodbye, Gina. And good luck.
Gina:
......... Um...erm...'Oddo...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! What, what was that for?!
Gina:
I, um...I dunno... I mean... ...I dunno wot to say, so...
Sholmes:
Ah, indeed... ...perhaps the situation calls for a phrase hitherto missing from your vocabulary, Miss Lestrade.
Gina:
Eh?
Sholmes:
On occasions such as this... ...I would recommend a simple 'thank you'.
Gina:
Oh...
Iris:
Oh yes! It's good advice, Ginny!
Gina:
Right, I see. Well... ......... .................. Tha... Thanks...'Oddo. Thank you for everyfin' wot you've done! For believin' in me!
Ryunosuke:
......... Not at all. In fact, that should be my line. ...Thank you, Gina.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, there she goes. I wonder if I'll ever see her again...)
Sholmes:
Well well, quite the indomitable pickpurse...
Iris:
Oh, I nearly forgot! I bought a paper outside. It's a special edition, and this trial is all over the front page! 'Pickpocket's Innocence Proven!' ...Isn't it wonderful?
Ryunosuke:
You should have shown it to Gina, Iris. She would have been thrilled.
Iris:
Oh no! How silly of me... Ah, but anyway...would you like the good news or the bad news?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, not again.
Iris:
Well, what do you say, Runo? Hurley?
Ryunosuke:
As usual, I think I'd rather get the bad news out of the way first.
Sholmes:
Absolutely not! I have no intention of listening to anything but good news!
Iris:
And there you have it. ...How people answer that question says a lot about them, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
...Let's not go there.
Iris:
Alright then...maybe let's start with the good news this time. The rain hash finally stopped! It was a record level of rainfall, apparently.
Sholmes:
Well, that is good news indeed. We can journey back in greater comfort.
Ryunosuke:
Alright then...what's the bad news?
Iris:
The huge storm has left the seas very choppy. The Channel in particular is awful, so sailings out of Dover have been delayed by a day or more.
Ryunosuke:
Wait... (Dover?)
Iris:
That's right! If we head to the station immediately... ...we may still make it in time to wave Susie off!
Ryunosuke:
......... But, but... ...there won't be a train, surely? We couldn't be that lucky.
Sholmes:
Who do you think I am, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Mr...Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I rushed to Victoria station earlier and made arrangements for a special express! If we hurry now, we shall be there in time for dinner! And I know of a fine restaurant that serves the most delicious baked sole.
Ryunosuke:
I don't... The great detective does it again!
Sholmes:
Indeed he does! I happen to be aware of a number of the rail transport director's foibles.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
I merely made my knowledge of them known to the man, and he happily laid on the locomotive. Elementary!
Ryunosuke:
......... Just an idea, but it might be wise to stop manipulating people that way...
Iris:
What are we waiting for, then! To London Victoria!
18th April, 5:32 a.m.
Port of Dover, Quayside
Sholmes:
That took somewhat longer than I had anticipated.
Iris:
Susie's boat must be about to leave now.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato... Where are you...? Over there! Look! (It looks like she's reading something.)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! Wait! What are you doing?
Susato:
Mr...Mr Naruhodo? What are you doing here?
Ryunosuke:
We came as soon as we could after the trial. I mean... ...we heard that sailings were being delayed due to the bad weather, you see.
Susato:
Oh, I... I see... Then! Then tell me! How did Gina's trial go?
Ryunosuke:
It...it went well. She was acquitted.
Susato:
......... That's wonderful. Really wonderful news.
Ryunosuke:
The book you were about to throw into the sea... It was your Encyclopaedia of British Law, wasn't it?
Susato:
Oh dear... I was hoping you hadn't seen that. ......... I'm not worthy of practising law in any way now. So...I was saying my final farewell.
Ryunosuke:
You were saying goodbye to law? (You? Susato-san?)
Sholmes:
Would I be correct in assuming... ...it's because of the peephole, Miss Susato?
Susato:
......... I deliberately altered the scene of a crime. And...then I tried to hide the fact. What I did is utterly unforgivable!
Iris:
That reminds me... ...how did you even come to have this, Susie?
Susato:
On the evening of the incident... ...Mr Sholmes had invited Gina to dinner, if you remember.
Iris:
Oh yes! We had a wonderful time!
Susato:
Well, Gina gave us a little introductory lesson, didn't she? To the art of pickpocketing, I mean.
Iris:
Oh, that was so much fun! I stole Runo's armband!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, please don't do that again, Iris. That band's very important to me.
Iris:
Well if it's so important, you should pay more attention to it! You didn't notice for ages!
Susato:
On a whim, I thought it would be fun to see if I could take the Cat-Flapomat. So I put it up my sleeve.
Iris:
Really?!
Susato:
And then I rather forgot about it...until I found myself in Mr Windibank's shop with it later that night.
Ryunosuke:
I, I see...
Susato:
And then...
*BANG!*
Susato:
AAAAAAAH!!! Mr Sholmes! Mr Shooolmes!!!
Sholmes:
Leave me, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Right!
Susato:
After Mr Naruhodo had left the shop, I started to think... That door started to play on my mind.
Ryunosuke:
The storeroom door, you mean?
Susato:
Yes. If Gina was anywhere in the shop, I realised it could only be behind that door. And at that moment, the little device that I had up my sleeve sprang to mind. I was so worried about Gina, I simply had to know.
Ryunosuke:
So...you used the Cat-Flapomat to make the peephole in the door.
Iris:
As captured in a photographic print of the shop... ...by one of Hurley's Red-Handed Recorders.
Sholmes:
Indeed, it was of the first importance, that point. Precisely when the peephole was made. That information would prove to be Mr Naruhodo's greatest weapon. Though naturally without proof, it would have amounted to nothing.
Susato:
But when I looked through the hole in the door... ...the sight that met my eyes made my blood run cold. Thoughts started to run through my mind. I remembered that trial two months earlier.
Ryunosuke:
The trial of Magnus McGilded.
Susato:
I thought about how he had manipulated the evidence and arranged false testimony to secure his freedom. It made the British justice system feel very dark and sinister to me. And then a terrible thought occurred to me. What if... What if some wicked criminal was planning to do the same thing now?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
Because from the appearance of the crime scene, it looked exactly as though Gina had shot Mr Windibank. Even though I was sure she would never have done such a thing...
Ryunosuke:
...You were worried that the true culprit would try to frame her for the crime?
Susato:
That's right. But then I realised... It would be very difficult for anyone to give false testimony in this case.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Susato:
Well, the crime appeared to have happened behind the door of a locked room. For someone to claim falsely to have witnessed it, there would have to be a way to see beyond the door.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Sholmes:
For which a peephole would be the very thing!
Susato:
Only the peephole I had made wasn't actually there until after the crime had been committed, of course. And the criminal would know that, so it wouldn't make any difference.
Sholmes:
But the possibility of a rather ingenious trap was there, was it not?
Ryunosuke:
A, a trap? (Is that why she did it?)
Iris:
So...is that why you kept it a secret, Susie? You never mentioned that you made the peephole to anyone. ...Not even to the police.
Susato:
I know. And I knew at the time what I was doing was wrong. A criminal offence, even. That's why I decided to confide in Mr Sholmes. If Mr Naruhodo was completely backed into a corner, with no other possible means of escape... ...the truth about the peephole could save him! That was my plan.
Ryunosuke:
(She really does think of everything...) But, but then... ...why didn't you just tell me everything before the trial began?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, you're not thinking straight. If she had done that, it would have rendered you complicit in the whole escapade.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Sholmes:
You could have been disbarred if you had been seen to have knowingly tampered with a crime scene. So Miss Susato decided to shoulder the burden of responsibility alone. For your sake...and Miss Lestrade's.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato...
Susato:
......... The truth is, when it happened...I did it because... ...I'd lost a little of my faith in the law.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Susato:
I was worried that the right person wouldn't be convicted of the crime. But the moment I allowed myself to think that... ...is the moment I lost my right to call myself a judicial assistant. .........
Ryunosuke:
......... What you did...isn't comparable to what he did. Graydon is the one who lied in the witness stand, using that peephole as a way to implicate Gina!
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
And besides... ...if the peephole inconsistency hadn't existed... ...I'm not at all sure that she would have been acquitted in the end. Miss Susato, what you did...saved Gina's life!
Susato:
......... Well, with your kind words, Mr Naruhodo...you've saved me, too, from my regrets.
Sholmes:
Well, we must all be thankful that Miss Lestrade's freedom has been assured.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, exactly. Although some of the loose ends in that trial will continue to play on my mind, I'm sure.
Susato:
But the revelation that the music box disk contained secret messages, Mr Naruhodo! What a triumph to work that out! I'm full of admiration!
Ryunosuke:
Well actually...that argument wasn't quite as compelling as I thought it was.
Susato:
Oh! It wasn't?
Ryunosuke:
There was a communications officer among the jury members, you see. A telegraph operator. And she said that the majority of the sounds on the disk were just meaningless tones.
Sholmes:
As one would expect. After all, we are talking about secret government communications. No doubt they were written in cipher to avoid being readily understood should they have been intercepted.
Ryunosuke:
In cipher? I, I see... So then we could never have hoped to understand the message anyway.
Sholmes:
Nonsense, my dear fellow! It's quite a zero pipe problem, I assure you!
???:
...........................
.........A.........
...so...gi...?
Ryunosuke:
...! (...What?)
Iris:
Well...that can't be a real word, can it? How funny.
Susato:
Wait! Iris, what did you just say?
Iris:
Oh! Um...I just said, 'Asogi'. Does...that word mean something to you?
Ryunosuke:
Mean something? Asogi...was the name of my best friend!
Iris:
What?!
Susato:
But how?! How do you know that name, Iris?
Iris:
I wrote it down during the trial before. When the message was playing on the music box.
Ryunosuke:
(She transcribed it on the fly? She really is a genius!)
Iris:
I thought the message probably wouldn't be written out in plain Morse code, so I tried various ways to interpret it. But whatever I tried, the words just didn't seem to make any sense. That is...in English at least.
Susato:
Oh!
Iris:
It suddenly occurred to me, you see... There's more than one Morse code. Not just the English variety. Various countries around the world have altered and added to Morse code to use it in their own languages.
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't believe it! Are you saying...?
Iris:
That's right. I've only actually seen a chart of Japanese Morse code once before. But I think it's based on the i-ro-ha pangram, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
And you mean to say that in Japanese Morse code, the message says 'Asogi'?
Iris:
Yes, I think so. ...Sorry, but I don't remember all of the Japanese Morse code.
Susato:
Iris, would you let me see that?
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! Do you know it? Do you know Japanese Morse code?
Susato:
Yes! I spent some time studying it. Because I'm quite sure Morse code will become ever more important for international communications!
Sholmes:
Then might I recommend, my dear madam, that you focus your efforts on the English version?
Susato:
Be that as it may! Iris, show me the message, please!
Iris:
Of course!
Susato:
......... .................. But, but what can this possibly mean...?
Ryunosuke:
(Whatever is in that long sequence of supposedly meaningless dots and dashes... ...it's made the colour drain from Susato-san's face.)
Susato:
......... There's no doubt that this message is written in Japanese Morse code.
Ryunosuke:
So the British Empire has been using Japanese for its secret communications?
Susato:
I don't understand the reason why, but... ...the message appears to be a list of four people's names.
Ryunosuke:
Four names?
Susato:
The first...is 'K. Asogi'.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma Asogi... (Why? Why was his name on that disk?)
Susato:
The second...is 'A. Shin'.
Ryunosuke:
Shin? I don't recognise that name.
Susato:
The third...is 'T. Gureguson'.
Ryunosuke:
Guregu... Gregson?!
Sholmes:
Ah, it would seem Tobias Gregson is the third man on the list.
Ryunosuke:
(And what's HIS name doing in a secret government communication as well?)
Susato:
And the last name... .........
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter, Miss Susato?
Susato:
It's...it's just so strange... So unexpected...
Iris:
Oh! What is it, Susie! Don't keep us in suspense!
Susato:
......... The last name...is 'J. Wilson'.
Iris:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
Wilson?
Iris:
John H. Wilson? You mean...Daddy?
Sholmes:
.........
Susato:
It says only 'J. Wilson', so I'm afraid I can't be sure. Then, after the four names, it reads - if I translate from Japanese - 'That is all four...' And that's the end of the message. Or rather, the end of what you noted down, Iris.
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I just can't believe it. Who would ever have thought... ...that those disks contained Japanese Morse code? (Not to mention a strange list of some disturbingly familiar names...)
Sholmes:
It would appear that this particular message... ...is a communication of some kind between Great Britain and the Empire of Japan.
Iris:
So...Daddy could be in Japan then. Where Susie and Runo come from!
Susato:
Oh! Well...
Iris:
Hm, no... It's not very likely really, is it? I mean, there are thousands of people with the surname Wilson, and there must be lots of 'J's among them.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Professor John H. Wilson, visiting professor of medicine at the Imperial Yumei University... But we can't tell Iris about that now. We just can't.) This is so strange. Somehow, in solving the case of Mr Windibank's murder today... ...I feel like I've rolled back a boulder at the mouth of a very dark cave...
Susato:
......... I do wonder... ...if perhaps it's a dark cave that we shouldn't go wandering inside.
Ryunosuke:
.........
*HOOOOOONK*
Susato:
Oh dear...the ship is going to set sail soon.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...it seems so.
Susato:
I'll sail on that steamship first to the Port of Dunkirk in France. Then I'll change onto a larger passenger vessel bound for Japan.
Iris:
You're really going then, Susie...
Sholmes:
We wish you a safe passage, Miss Susato.
Susato:
Thank you so much. I wish all of you the very best.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! I, I had hoped to have you always at my side...to guide me and support me.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Please...come back soon. As far as I'm concerned...you really are the very best judicial assistant in the world!
Susato:
...! ......... I'm...I'm quite sure... I'll be back before you know it!
Iris:
Really, Susie?
Susato:
Oh, now don't forget, Iris, I made you a promise I've yet to fulfil.
Iris:
A promise...?
Susato:
About your manuscript.
Iris:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
(Oh yes... 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'...)
Iris:
......... Well I'll be waiting for you then, Susie! A promise is a promise!
Susato:
Definitely, Iris! ......... Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Susato:
Do you remember the first time we met?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course. On the SS Burya, when I was dragged out from that wardrobe, still half asleep. If I remember rightly, you threw me halfway across the cabin with a Susato Takedown.
Susato:
You know very well that I'm talking about after that! It's strange, but being thrown together as we were in that case, I somehow felt straight away... ...that you were the perfect person to continue Kazuma-sama's great legacy.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato...
Susato:
And my instincts were right! I really want to believe... No... I'm sure that... ...I'll be back soon. Farewell until then!
Anime cutscene
Ryunosuke:
Somehow we seem to have come to the end of the Adventures of Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Or the first volume, at least. Looking back now, it feels as though fate has led me on this journey. Fate led me to becoming a lawyer. To travelling halfway around the world. To meeting the great detective. I'm sure there'll be trials and tribulations ahead. Of course there will. But whatever happens I know I'll be able to turn my fortunes around. After all, I have the greatest friends in the world on my side.
Sholmes:
Ah, yes. Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I have some rather...awkward news. The railway company has decided to sue over the special express train, apparently.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Iris:
It caused such a commotion on the line. All the other trains had to wait at stations.
Sholmes:
But really, we would never have made it to Dover in time otherwise. Anyway, I explained everything, and how it was all your fault.
Ryunosuke:
Huh? Huh?
Sholmes:
I believe a formal complaint should be delivered to your office tomorrow. But not to worry, my dear fellow. According to Miss Susato...
Iris:
...You love defending yourself in court!
Ryunosuke:
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Iris:
It's alright, I'm perfectly happy to testify! 'He really didn't look like the sort of man who'd do something so outrageous.' ...See?
Ryunosuke:
......... Um...Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
A word, if you don't mind...
Sholmes:
Why certainly! Any word you like. Bellow it out, my dear fellow!
Iris:
Oh yes! I love Runo's 'words'. And I know just the one he'll use here!
Ryunosuke:
Then I really must say...
Objection!
Sholmes:
In the following weeks, hundreds of music boxes arrived at Baker Street from all over Europe. Something was afoot! ...Though it transpired I had ordered them all myself. So I advertised them for sale with: 'Used by Mr Sholmes to solve an important case!' And the money I've earnt! Consulting detective work pays a pittance by comparison!
Iris:
Aaah...I haven't slept a wink. This manuscript is due tomorrow now! When I'm this busy, Hurley usually cooks me breakfast. Well, 'cooks' is an overstatement...for some dry toast and insipid coffee. I do miss Susie and her lovely Japanese breakfasts!
Auchi:
Witness! Your testimony is riddled with contradictions!
Korekuta:
Exactly! Rarely do rare koban coins hide under rare steaks themselves!
Nosa:
Well Aido Nosa knows his father is an innocent man! ...Or are you calling my son a liar?!
Judge:
Witnesses! My courtroom is no place for your petty arguments!
Hosonaga:
Having delivered the Russian dancer to shore in Shanghai, I laid low on the steamship for a while. But last night I apprehended an extremely suspicious Japanese national on board.
Soseki:
I've done NOTHING WRONG! All I did was give Wagahai's offspring refuge in my pocket! A man brings some kittens on board, and suddenly he's a hardened criminal! IT'S NOT FAIR!
Stronghart:
Scientific investigation will be the gold standard for policing in the new age. I dream of a world governed by the tenets of order and discipline. Like a great clock, in fact, whose hundreds of parts mesh together in perfect unison. Now...if you'll excuse me. I have but two minutes and thirty-seven seconds until my next appointment.
Gregson:
The latest Randst Magazine is out. And I'm in it again! Whenever I say that one line she wrote now, I get a standin' ovation! Wanna hear it? 'Hmph. Not bad, I suppose...for an amateur.' *Glug glug glug* Haah...Her Ladyship puts me to shame.
Garrideb:
Been visiting the old girl on a daily basis, of course. Joanie, my old jailbird! Must say, battling with those bally stairs every day has done wonders for the dicky peg. Managing rather well with the housework, too. Got this maid business taped up, I'd say. Hope the gossiping neighbours don't realise the man of the house is his own maid!
Patricia:
My Roly is back on the beat again! All thanks to the Reaper!
Roly:
There's nothing I enjoy more these days than hunting out small change in the gutter. I'm a better bobby now. Looking out for Londoners, their dropped ha'pennies and my lovely wife!
Oh, Pat...
Oh, Roly...
Gina:
Looks like I'm gonna be doin' time for a bit now. But Iris comes every day for a natter, so it ain't too borin'. She's always goin' on about all them cases wot Sholmes is lookin' into. Crim'nal investigations are kind of int'restin' when ya get into 'em.
Graydon:
Yes, I renounced my upbringing and chose a life of sophisticated crime. But regrets? ...Please.
Nash:
Give over, bruv! That ain't the Ash we used to know!
Ringo:
We got time in 'ere to plan the comeback of Milverton & Skulkin's Milk Run, right?
The Three Muske-wotsits, milkin' the neighbourhood for all it's werf!
Susato:
...This past six months has been a time I shall remember for evermore. Painful goodbyes...and wonderful encounters... I've come to realise that's what life is all about. Naruhodo-san, I promise... Your assistant will return to you one day. But for now, I leave you with many memories, and a heartfelt wish...that life will treat you well.
The Great Ace Attorney
- Adventures -
FIN
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The witness's last statement is clearly at odds with this piece of evidence!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but I fail to see the connection.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Judge:
And for heaven's sake, would you kindly desist from that wide-eyed panic-stricken look you are wont to wear!
Ryunosuke:
(...But it's the only panic-stricken look I know...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Let's just consider the implications of that statement for a moment, shall we?
Judge:
What implications, Counsel? Nothing strikes me about it.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...um...exactly! There's nothing striking about it!
Judge:
Hm, what does strike me is your propensity for the inane, however.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I need to clear my head and come at this again from a different angle.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That reveals a damning inconsistency, that last statement!
Judge:
Damning, you say? As I look at you, Counsel, I see your trembling hand, your pallid expression and your perspiring brow.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Judge:
It seems to me THAT is the damning inconsistency here. With the misplaced confidence of your assertion!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... He has a damning tongue...)
Judge:
...You invite it, sir.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
There's clearly something odd about that last statement made by the witness!
Judge:
There is clearly something odd here indeed. Your behaviour, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Haha! Please, d-don't mind me...
Judge:
That would be significantly easier if you would lower your hand.
Ryunosuke:
(I won't lower my hand until I prove my client's innocence! ...As long as it's quite quick.)
Pursue Nash Skulkin incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Nash Skulkin! Do you have something to add?
Nash:
Eh? Wot?
Ryunosuke:
Something that was said just now appears to have got you thinking.
Nash:
Oh, well, yeah... I woz just thinkin' about me bruv, Sulky.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...the one you've lost touch with?
Nash:
Yeah. Gor, 'e could be a right nasty piece o' work sometimes, that one! Always used to nab me share o' the grub when we 'ad anyfin' to eat.
Ryunosuke:
...He does sound like a very mean man.
Gregson:
Oi! What are you lookin' at me for, sunshine?!
Pursue Ringo Skulkin incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Ringo Skulkin! Do you have something to add?
Ringo:
Eh? Wot?
Ryunosuke:
Something that was said just now appears to have got you thinking.
Ringo:
Oh, well, yeah... I woz just thinkin' about me bruv, Sulky.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...the one you've lost touch with?
Ringo:
Yeah. Blimey, 'e could be a saint sometimes, that one! Always used to gimme a share of 'is grub when we 'ad anyfin' to eat.
Ryunosuke:
...He does sound like a very kind man.
Gregson:
Get out of it! These chips are mine! I'm not sharin'!
Pursue Tobias Gregson incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong, Inspector?
Gregson:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson!
Gregson:
I can't be here! I haven't got the time to stand around in the bloomin' stand!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Gregson:
I need to get back to the Yard! Who knows what's kickin' off while I'm swannin' around here?
Ryunosuke:
...Are you referring to the emergency you've been talking about since yesterday?
Gregson:
I haven't been talkin' about anythin' of the sort! That's a top-secret assignment, that is!
Ryunosuke:
...Says the detective...at full volume...in the courtroom... with the public gallery.
Gregson:
......... Well...well... Well anyway! The point is, you need to get this trial over and done with as quickly as possible!
Pursue Juror No. 1 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb!
Juror No. 1:
Have to address me as 'juror number one' here, old chap. Or if you prefer, Garrideb Squadron Leader.
Ryunosuke:
...Right. Well...juror number one...did something just cross your mind?
Juror No. 1:
......... Well, if I must say... ...I was rather recoiling under your fearsome gaze.
Ryunosuke:
(...This squadron leader is a tough customer.)
Pursue Juror No. 2 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number two! Would you care to add anything?
Juror No. 2:
Oh! Whatever do you mean, sir?
Ryunosuke:
That last statement is playing on your mind, is it not?
Juror No. 2:
The only thing that's playing on my mind at the moment... ...is this dull spot on the bench that I just can't seem to polish out.
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps you'd be better off polishing up your listening skills rather than the bench.
Pursue Juror No. 3 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three!
Juror No. 3:
Gosh! What?
Ryunosuke:
Did something about that last statement make you see things in a different light somehow?
Juror No. 3:
An interesting question... And having considered it two-dimensionally, the answer would be...no.
Ryunosuke:
And what if you consider it three-dimensionally?
Juror No. 3:
......... I'm glad you asked! Having considered it three-dimensionally, the answer is...still no.
Ryunosuke:
(Any excuse to go cross-eyed...)
Pursue Juror No. 4 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is everything alright, juror number four?
Juror No. 4:
Everything alright? Everything alright?! How could it possibly be, the way I'm feeling?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, is...something troubling you?
Juror No. 4:
Of course something's troubling me! Anyone could tell that just by looking at me. Don't tell me you haven't noticed me worrying! I've been making it as obvious as I possibly can.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Juror No. 4:
I mean, it's nothing to do with the trial, of course. It's a personal matter.
Ryunosuke:
...Don't tell me you haven't noticed...that everyone else in this courtroom is focused on the trial.
Pursue Juror No. 5 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror five! ...Is something wrong?
Juror No. 5:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Is there something about that last statement that's troubling you?
Juror No. 5:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five! I'm directing these questions at you!
Juror No. 5:
And I've been tapping my answer to you repeatedly! 'No. Stop.'
Ryunosuke:
(All that tapping just for that? Surely she's omitting some information there...) If I could ask you to stick to answering questions in a way that everyone present can understand?
Juror No. 5:
If you're feeling left out, sir, you could always switch to Japanese? Then no one would understand you, either.
Ryunosuke:
(...Because that would really help win the case.)
Pursue Juror No. 6 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number six!
Juror No. 6:
Yes, comrade, what do you want?
Ryunosuke:
(Comrade? That sounds ominous...) I, um...was just wondering if that last statement had made you realise something, that's all.
Juror No. 6:
Da. There is one thing...
Ryunosuke:
Yes? Go on...
Juror No. 6:
English language is wery difficult. You must study wery hard.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I think it every time I speak with this man... Who on earth was responsible for selecting these jurors?!)
Pit incorrect juror statements during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
Sorry, old bean. Can't accept that, as squadron leader.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 1:
All fighting for a common cause, don't you know, my chaps. No way they'd contradict one another.
Judge:
I concur, Mr Foreman. You will refrain from personal attacks on the jury based solely on your own frustrations, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
(...The really frustrating thing is, I thought I'd identified a genuine discrepancy there...)
Iris:
There are a lot of questionable characters in the Garrideb Squadron. You might have to listen to what they have to say a few times before it starts to make sense.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and press them on anything that sounds suspicious. That's the way forward here. (But still, should we really be labelling members of the jury as questionable?)
Pursue Ashley Graydon incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Are you alright there, Mr Graydon?
Graydon:
Quite alright, thank you. ...I didn't know you cared.
Ryunosuke:
Did something about that last piece of testimony strike a chord with you, perhaps?
Graydon:
No, not really. I tend to take no notice of what others say.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Graydon:
All I'm interested in is living my life...with a flourish.
Ryunosuke:
...If you'd kindly try not to 'flourish' into the people next to you, though...
Too many penalties
Judge:
Thank you, Counsels! ...I've seen enough. According to the powers vested in me by Her Majesty the Queen, I declare no further examination necessary. As such, I shall be requesting the final decisions of the members of the jury. Are you all ready, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
Abso-bally-lutely, my good sir!
Judge:
Then please announce your findings to the court!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
I hereby declare the defendant, Miss Gina Lestrade...
Guilty
Judge:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I applaud your considered and expedient deliberations. Court is adjourned!
The Cosmic Turnabout
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Part 1
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Apollo:
The courtroom bombing incident -- a terrible attack launched by the will of a madman. That incident perfectly symbolized the state of the legal world in this dark age of the law. Mr. Wright brought it to a resolution... of sorts. Ted Tonate was discovered to be the one responsible for the bombing. ............If only it were that simple. Somehow, I can't help but think... ...that there's a darker influence at work -- one that's lurking in the shadows, waiting... That's why I want to review the trial that was taking place when the bombing occurred. After all, I've got more than a few personal stakes in it...
Episode 4The Cosmic Turnabout
Anime cutscene
Operator:
One hour remaining until launch. Please begin your final equipment check.
Astronaut:
Check complete! Everything's all okay! We're ready here whenever you are!
Operator:
Come in HAT-2! Come in! Do you copy?
December 16, 9:12 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Apollo:
(Time for another trial to begin... But this one is different.) ............
???:
Umm.. Sorry to bother you, but... Are you all right, Apollo?
Apollo:
(Ack! Was I making a scary face just now?!) Oh, hi, Juniper! Yes, I'm fine! I was just doing my Chords of Steel exercises. Now I'm all ready to go!
Woods:
Yes, knowing you, I'm sure you will be just fine! Oh! I brought you a present from my garden.
Apollo:
Is this... a lotus root?
Woods:
That's right. My grandma says lotus root is good for your eyes. She says that if you look through the holes, it can help you see into the future! It's for good luck! Maybe later, you can cook it and--
Apollo:
Thanks for this! I'm gonna have some right now!
Woods:
Oh, my!
Apollo:
............Mmm. *crunch* Kinda tough, though...
Woods:
Hee hee! You can't eat it raw! But... thank you for the enthusiastic try.
Apollo:
(Oops! If she didn't think me weird before, she will now! I've gotta calm down!)
Athena:
Apollo! I'm sorry I'm late!
Woods:
Hi, Thena!
Athena:
Junie! I didn't know you were coming today. Did you come to cheer Apollo on? Oh, I get it. You sly little thing, you! Ha ha ha!
Woods:
Th-Thena, stop!
Apollo:
Quit kidding around, Athena. The trial's about to start any second. Is everything all set?
Athena:
Oh, Apollo, Apollo... When will you ever figure it out?
Apollo:
Figure out what?
???:
............Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Apollo:
(Wow. That was the longest sigh I've ever heard.)
???:
Haaaaangh... This is it. It's all over for me... They're gonna find me guilty.
Apollo:
(This is our client, one Mr. Solomon "Sol" Starbuck. He's a very famous astronaut, who happens to be an acquaintance of mine. You wouldn't know it right now, but he's usually a very upbeat and driven person. The scene of the crime this time happened to be the Cosmos Space Center. Back in high school, my best friend and I went there almost a little too much... ...but that's where we met Mr. Starbuck. We'd ask about space travel and he'd launch into story after story with so much passion... Back in those days, the man was one hundred percent my hero.)
Starbuck:
Are... you sure you're okay with being my lawyer, Apollo...?
Apollo:
Of course I'm sure. I know you, Mr. Starbuck. I know you're not the type to commit murder.
Starbuck:
Thanks, but......... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... I was supposed to be in space right about now... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Apollo:
(He's so depressed, it almost seems like an act. The launch getting called off must've been a huge shock.)
Starbuck:
I'll probably never get the chance to go into space again.
Apollo:
Don't say that! Don't stop believing! Besides, you just have to go into space again!
Starbuck:
Yeah... I don't think I could face Clay in the afterlife if I just rotted away in a cell.
Athena:
Clay Terran... I can't believe he was murdered. I mean, he was such a promising astronaut under your command...
Starbuck:
Yeah... He was a good guy -- always there to pick me up when I was down. No one loved life as much as him, that's for sure. He was always so full of energy, telling me, "You're fine, Mr. Starbuck!"... ...Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... How could something like this happen to a guy like him, huh?
Apollo:
(I've never seen Mr. Starbuck so down...)
Starbuck:
...Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... Clay's gone, and I'm going to prison... I wish I could burn up like a shooting star right now.
Apollo:
...Mr. Starbuck! You'll be fine!
Starbuck:
Ah! Wh-What is it?! What's with the yelling?!
Apollo:
I'll get to the bottom of this today! You'll see! And in exchange, I want you to go back into space for you and Clay! Promise?!
Starbuck:
...Does that mean you have lots of evidence to prove my innocence?
Apollo:
Oh! Umm... Well... About that... We... didn't get to investigate the area as much as I'd have liked, thanks to the police.
Starbuck:
............I'm done for. I'm a goner. Everybody thinks I did it. Thought I was gonna soar like a comet, but I'm just gonna crash like a meteorite.
Apollo:
No, don't say that, Mr. Starbuck!
Athena:
Don't count yourself out yet!
Apollo:
I know it's hard to lose a teammate, but you've got to keep going.
Athena:
............And what about you, Apollo?
Apollo:
What about me?
Athena:
I was just thinking, wasn't Clay your best friend?
Apollo:
.........We need to focus on the trial right now. Are you all ready to go?
Athena:
Apollo...
Bailiff:
The trial is about to begin. If the defense would please proceed into the courtroom!
Athena:
O-Okay! Here we go!
Apollo:
(This is it. This is one trial I can't afford to lose! For Clay's sake and our client's, I WILL find Clay's killer!)
December 16, 9:55 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 4
Day 1Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Solomon Starbuck.
Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
............Excuse me, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
What happened to your eye?
Apollo:
...I'm fine! The defense is ready, Your Honor!
Judge:
............Are you sure? I don't--
Apollo:
I'm fine, Your Honor! The defense is ready!
Athena:
I'm sorry, Your Honor. He's been like this since yesterday. He keeps insisting it's just a sty.
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose it's something he doesn't want to discuss. Maybe he's entering a touchy age...
Apollo:
............
Judge:
Very well. And the prosecution...?
Blackquill:
............
Judge:
The prosecution appears to be ready as well.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
............ ............... ...Not yet. I'm... not quite ready yet.
Judge:
Hmm?
Blackquill:
Ngh... Graaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Blackquill:
The prosecution... is now ready.
Athena:
Well, it didn't take him long this time.
Apollo:
............ (What's up with Blackquill?)
Judge:
N-N-Now, then. I-I-I shall give the opening statement...
Blackquill:
Silence!
Judge:
............
Blackquill:
I'll do it.
Judge:
You will? Wh-What an unexpected surprise!
Blackquill:
This time, I can't leave it to anyone else.
Judge:
I-I see... Hmm... Something is off with the two of you today. You both seem different somehow.
Athena:
............
Judge:
Very well, Prosecutor Blackquill. Your opening statement, if you would.
Blackquill:
It was just yesterday. The crimes in question occurred at the Cosmos Space Center.
Judge:
Ah, that famous federal research facility of all things related to astrology, right?
Blackquill:
Astronomy. It's astronomy. Anyway, a rocket was set to launch from there... ...but at 9:28 AM, before they could even move the rocket to the launch site... ...two explosive devices were detonated, and the launch was canceled.
Judge:
My word! Two bombs? How dreadful...
Blackquill:
The defendant in today's trial is charged with both the bombing and with murder... One Mr. Solomon Starbuck. For whatever inane reason, he detonated a bomb on the rocket he himself would be in.
Judge:
Solomon Starbuck? I recognize that name. Isn't he that famous astronaut?!
Blackquill:
Correct, Your Baldness. Mr. Starbuck was the pilot of the HAT-1 rocket seven years ago. As you may recall, despite some interstellar trouble, his mission was a success. Some say it was a miracle he returned alive. I suppose you could say he's a living legend.
Judge:
Oh, I remember now. He's become something of an international celebrity, right? They even turned that incident into a movie and everything! We've got a real space pioneer in court today!
Blackquill:
Hmph. But even heroes tumble from their lofty heights. Returning to the subject at hand...
Judge:
Ah, yes. The victim was one Mr. Clay Terran, a subordinate of the defendant.
Blackquill:
Indeed. A loyal disciple brutally stabbed to death by his mentor.
Judge:
Stabbed to death, you say? You mean his death wasn't a result of the bombing?
Blackquill:
Correct. Despite his lofty dreams, the victim was seen as an interloper by the defendant. And so, he was sent not into space, but to the universe which we mortals cannot see.
Apollo:
(Clay...)
Judge:
I think I've heard enough. The case seems pretty clear-cut at this point. However, there is one thing I'm curious about. That metal box next to the witness stand... What purpose does it serve, exactly?
Blackquill:
Since you asked so nicely... It's your coffin.
Judge:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Have mercy on meeeeeeeeeeee!
Blackquill:
............I jest. It's evidence. Due to its immense size, we've little choice but to lay it where it rests now. We shall get to the contents of the box in due time.
Judge:
Phew... I feel like I just lost fifty years off of my life.
Athena:
...Does he even HAVE fifty years left?
Apollo:
Inner monologue, Athena! Inner monologue!
Blackquill:
Enough jabbering.
Fulbright:
Bobby Fulbright's the name! In justice we trust!
Judge:
Ah, Detective Fulbright! Very well, them. Please explain the details of this incident to the court, if you would.
Fulbright:
On it! First, take a look at this pamphlet from the Cosmos Space Center! In it, you'll find a diagram outlining the overall layout of the Space Center. Ah, here we are. For a more detailed look at what's on the left side of this building... ...take a look at this cross-section that we the police have created. See the launch pad and the main building?
Judge:
The launch pad is the square building, and the rounded structure is the main building, right?
Fulbright:
You got it. The incidents took place in Launch Pad 1 and in the main building's Lounge. I'll be using this diagram during my testimony -- it'll make it easier to understand!
Space Center Diagram added to the Court Record.
Witness Testimony
-- Details of the Case --
Fulbright:
Just before the rocket was set to launch, two bombs went off. BOOM! BOOM!
One on the second floor of the Space Center's main building and one in Launch Pad 1.
Thankfully, only the two astronauts were in Launch Pad 1 at the time.
The two of them managed to make it back as far as the boarding lounge...
...but after the escape, one of the two was found stabbed to death!
Judge:
Hmm... A murder on top of a bombing...? Detective, the victim was already dead by the time you arrived at the lounge, correct?
Fulbright:
Yup. Thinking he'd sabotage the bombing, the defendant attacked and killed the victim. Just look at this tragic photo!
Judge:
Oh, my! I-Is that a knife in the victim's chest?!
Fulbright:
Yes, Your Honor, it's the knife that cruelly ended this young man's dreams! We couldn't get any prints off of it, though, because the defendant was in his space suit.
Utility Knife added to the Court Record.
Judge:
By the way, Detective Fulbright... Why are the victim's helmet and right glove absent in this photograph?
Fulbright:
We had to remove them to identify him, Your Honor. I personally removed his glove during the investigation. We had to get his fingerprints to confirm his identity, after all.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, it would be very difficult to identify him without a face or fingerprints. Now, there's just one more thing I'd like to inquire about... What is this round thing next to the victim in this photo?
Blackquill:
Something so important to the victim he took it with him as he escaped the launch pad. A capsule that apparently contains asteroid samples. While obviously valuable for research purposes, it has no relation to this case.
Judge:
Hmm... I see.
Apollo:
So... we know that the bomb in the main building was on the second floor... ...but where was the bomb that was in Launch Pad 1 located?
Fulbright:
Heh. That one was on the rocket itself. It was situated around the central part of the rocket. Apparently, the area around the launch pad's elevator was a sea of flames. I would like to submit this diagram and report into the record!
Bombing Report added to the Court Record.
Athena:
The trial's just started and we're already in a bind.
Apollo:
You get used to it. Besides, that's what cross-examination is for, right? (What the two astronauts were doing during the bombing... That'll be the key!)
Cross Examination
-- Details of the Case --
Fulbright:
Just before the rocket was set to launch, two bombs went off. BOOM! BOOM!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
How powerful were the explosions?
Fulbright:
Well, the one in the main building wasn't strong enough to bring the place down... ...but the room it went off in was burned black! Thankfully, nobody was hurt. Due in large part, of course, to me stepping up to lead the evacuation!
Apollo:
Wait. What were you doing there in the first place, Detective Fulbright?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! I'm Bobby Fulbright, hero of justice! I'll be there, wherever and whenever people need my help! I'd go to the other side of the world, or even the edge of the universe!
Apollo:
(I'm not sure he knows how far that actually is... But I guess I'll leave that one alone.)
Blackquill:
Admirable decision, Justice-dono.
Fulbright:
Huh? What'd he decide...?
Apollo:
Anyway, could you describe what it was like at the Space Center at that time?
Fulbright:
The bomb cut the power to the central bank of elevators and the third floor lounge. It was pitch black in there, I tell you. However, the security cameras and whatnot were running on emergency backup.
Apollo:
And how did the evacuation go?
Fulbright:
I immediately and heroically whisked people down to the Space Center's basement shelter!
Judge:
The basement shelter?
Fulbright:
Yes, there's an emergency shelter beneath the Space Center!
Athena:
An emergency shelter, huh? Oh, here it is! It's at the bottom of the diagram. The Space Center's pretty impressive to have its own shelter!
Evacuation Report added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
(Hmm... The power outage and evacuation seem unrelated to the murder at this point. I guess I'll leave that aside for now.) So there were two explosions in total, correct?
Fulbright:
Yup. That's right!
Fulbright:
One on the second floor of the Space Center's main building and one in Launch Pad 1.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Let me get this straight... Mr. Starbuck rigged a rocket he was going to board with explosives?
Fulbright:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Apollo:
If the defendant really did plant the bomb on his own rocket... ...he'd get caught in the explosion as well!
Judge:
Oh! I hadn't thought of that!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Fine. A simpleton for a simpleton. Fool Bright. The motive.
Fulbright:
Understood! The defendant actually had astrophobia.
Apollo:
A... Astrophobia? What's that?
Fulbright:
A fear of space, naturally. Just the thought of space can cause the afflicted to freeze up. And so, in his terror, the defendant found a way to stop the launch at the last minute!
Apollo:
Th-That's absurd!
Fulbright:
Unfortunately for you, we have evidence! Take a look at these!
Apollo:
...What are they?
Fulbright:
These anti-anxiety tablets were found among the defendant's possessions! Apparently, he was taking them in secret to quell his fears.
Blackquill:
There were a multitude of problems with the rocket Mr. Starbuck rode seven years ago. Rumor has it, it threatened to crash a number of times as well. That was, of course, very traumatic for Mr. Starbuck.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But that doesn't mean he'd go so far as to blow up his own ship!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
The defendant couldn't bear to mar his good name, now could he? No, not after the media had branded him "Sol Starbuck: space pioneer extraordinaire." Given these conditions, the defendant could hardly run away like some base mutt.
Apollo:
What, so THAT'S why you think he resorted to the bombing?
Blackquill:
Naturally. He constructed this act of sabotage in an attempt to blow up the Space Center... ...which would effectively abort the launch, but spare his reputation.
Apollo:
............Urgh!
Fulbright:
Now I'm sure you understand why we have to bring justice down on this atrocious criminal!
Fulbright:
Thankfully, only the two astronauts were in Launch Pad 1 at the time.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Are you sure it was only the two of them?!
Fulbright:
It was before the spaceship was set to launch, so of course it was only those two!
Apollo:
Ungh... Well, there could've been somebody else inside that rocket!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
The notion of a third party in Launch Pad 1 is utterly absurd. Just to enter the area from the lounge... ...one must pass through a door guarded by a fingerprint recognition device. And allow me to state up front that there are precious few with the clearance to do so.
Judge:
A fingerprint recognition device? It sounds as futuristic and complex as a space center!
Fulbright:
Actually, it's not as amazing as you think, Your Honor. Take a look at this photo! This is the door in the lounge with the fingerprint lock. Only personnel whose fingerprints are registered can pass through.
Judge:
Hmm, I see... That is very different from what I had in mind. And is there a record of the number of people that passed through that door yesterday?
Fulbright:
Yes, there were only three: the defendant, the victim, and... ...the director of the Space Center, Yuri Cosmos.
Apollo:
Then doesn't that mean it's possible that the director is the one who did it?
Blackquill:
Not a chance. He was in the main building when the bombs exploded at 9:28... ...doing his job directing the launch. Besides having an alibi, he has no motive for committing these senseless acts.
Apollo:
(He has a point... I guess the director can't be considered a suspect then.)
Launch Pad 1 Door Lock added to the Court Record.
Fulbright:
The two of them managed to make it back as far as the boarding lounge...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, while it would appear that the pair barely escaped with their lives, in actuality... ...one of them had already been murdered inside the rocket. That's the angle the prosecution wants to push, correct?
Fulbright:
You got it! In fact, that's what I've been trying to say this whole time! If the victim had been alive, he would've for sure tried to stop the bombing.
Apollo:
Is there any chance Mr. Terran could have been killed before he boarded the rocket?
Fulbright:
They were both alive and well at boarding time, and embarked under their own power! Their hearts full of hopes and dreams of space!
Apollo:
(And then both of their hopes and dreams were dashed...)
Fulbright:
If I may continue my explanation! After the evacuation order was given... ...the defendant made his escape, carrying the victim to make it look like a rescue.
Fulbright:
...but after the escape, one of the two was found stabbed to death!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
And who was the first to find the victim?
Fulbright:
Actually, there were two of them!
Blackquill:
The Space Center director... ...Yuri Cosmos... ...and Detective Candice Arme.
Judge:
One of them was a detective?!
Fulbright:
Yup. Detective Arme specializes in bombings, you see. She and the director were ordering the evacuation following the explosions. They were also worried about the astronauts, so they hurried over to the boarding lounge. That's when they discovered the victim along with the defendant!
Apollo:
(Two witnesses, huh? And one of them is a detective! I doubt either one would have anything to say that would help me...)
Athena:
Hmm... It's like he's trying to give us as little information as possible.
Apollo:
Maybe Prosecutor Blackquill's got his tongue...
Athena:
Well, don't let that hold you back. Keep pressing until we get what we need!
After pressing all statements:
Judge:
I think that pretty much covers the details of the case. Only the victim and the defendant were on the launch pad when the former was killed. If this is the truth, then only Mr. Starbuck could have carried out this crime.
Apollo:
(What little I could get out of him only hurt my case.)
Blackquill:
Hmph. Justice-dono, foolish is the warrior who rushes headlong into battle. Preparation is an essential element of battle, so I advise you to take a gander at this.
Apollo:
What is it...?
Blackquill:
Footage from a security camera. As the two astronauts emerged from the bowels of the Launch Pad 1 Corridor... ... the boarding lounge security camera captured their desperate escape. Now, I would direct your attention to what the defendant is shouldering... ...which you can see, is none other than... the lifeless body of the victim.
Apollo:
Wh.....Whaaaaaaaat?!
Judge:
Order! Order I say! This... This lines up exactly with what the prosecution has been asserting!
Apollo:
I should've known Blackquill would have something like this ready.
Security Camera Video added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Um, Apollo...? How exactly did they determine that Clay was... already gone in that footage?
Apollo:
.........Ah, I see what you mean! Whether Clay was still alive at that point IS pretty crucial. Your Honor! Please take another look at the footage. Isn't it possible that Mr. Terran was still alive here and that Mr. Starbuck was helping him?!
Judge:
Why, I believe you're right. One man carrying the other to safety... What a beautiful expression of friendship...
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Perhaps that's what it looks like to a one-eyed hothead and a dotard... But it only makes sense if it's the victim's dead body.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Blackquill:
...Fool Bright, explain it to Justice-dono.
Fulbright:
You got it! Ready, kid? If the murder had occurred in the lounge, someone could've spotted it. Anyone can enter the lounge, after all. But doing it while they were alone in the spaceship? That's a horse of a different color!
Apollo:
Apollo:
But you can't deny that there's a possibility the murder could've happened in the lounge! All that video shows is a man helping his fellow astronaut out!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Your assertion... is based on emotion. It's based in your belief that Mr. Starbuck would surely help his own disciple. But you have no logical explanation as to why the victim could still be alive.
Apollo:
Urk!
Judge:
Unfortunately, Mr. Justice, the prosecution is right. Your argument is lacking in sound logic.
Apollo:
(But it sounded perfectly logical to me...)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? If you have no further objections... ...I believe it's time to bring this cross-examination to a close.
Apollo:
Objections...? Well, I, uh...
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor! The defense requests a little time to think and regroup.
Judge:
Hmm... Given the facts, I'm not sure I see the need...
Apollo:
What is it, Athena?
Athena:
It's just... There's something that's been bothering me.
Blackquill:
Hmph. If it isn't the defense stalling for time, as always. ............Very well, I'm feeling generous. You may have a small measure of time.
Athena:
Yes!
Blackquill:
You have......... five seconds.
Athena:
F-FIVE SECONDS?!
Blackquill:
After that, I declare this cross-examination to be closed, and a verdict to be rendered. Your Baldness! Raise your gavel high. It's time for a countdown!
Judge:
Oh... OH!
Blackquill:
Ready?
Apollo:
We don't have time! Spit it out, Athena!
Judge:
Only three more seconds!
Athena:
Ack! L-Look! I don't think the prosecution's explanation is very complete.
Apollo:
Meaning?!
Athena:
Meaning there's something missing -- like they conveniently left it unexplained...
Apollo:
Something they didn't explain... Something they didn't explain... .........Ah! You're right! I think I know what you're talking about!
Judge:
Your five seconds are up, Mr. Justice. Is there anything about the prosecution's argument that you'd like to rebut?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! Actually, there is! There is something the prosecution has yet to make clear to this court!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, if you put it that way... What is it that the prosecution has failed to explain?
The motive for murder
Apollo:
The prosecution hasn't explained the defendant's motive yet, have they?
Judge:
Hm? But didn't they just explain... ...that Mr. Terran was a threat to the success of the bombing, so he had to be disposed of?
Apollo:
Ah! No, wait! Time out, Your Honor!
Judge:
"Time out," Mr. Justice? This is hardly a sporting event.
Apollo:
Ack. (That didn't score me any points... Time to put my game face on.)
Leads back to:
"What is it that the prosecution has failed to explain?"
Why the body was moved
Leads to:
"They have failed to explain why Mr. Starbuck would bother bringing the body back at all."
Apollo:
They have failed to explain why Mr. Starbuck would bother bringing the body back at all. If the defendant wanted to kill the victim, why didn't he just leave the body in the rocket? Why go  through the trouble of bringing him all the way back to the boarding lounge?
Judge:
Oh! That's true! I don't think we've heard the prosecution's thoughts on that yet.
Apollo:
That's because they have none, Your Honor. After all, how does one explain something so illogical?
Blackquill:
............
Apollo:
The prosecution is claiming that the defendant moved the victim's dead body. But what if the entire premise of that argument is wrong?
Judge:
Then let's hear your theory, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
The defense proposes that the defendant didn't kill the victim! He was helping him! Aaaaack!
Blackquill:
Fool Bright. Explain it for our sad friend here before I nod off to his monotone monologue. Inform him exactly why Space Boy moved the victim.
Apollo:
Huh? (They've gotta be joking...)
Fulbright:
It's simple! Mr. Starbuck did what he did to direct suspicion away from himself! He wanted to create the impression he heroically risked his life to save his partner! That's why he made sure to make it to the security camera so there'd be a record!
Blackquill:
At the very least, he appears to have achieved success with you and the old man.
Apollo:
Ah!
Judge:
One man carrying the other to safety... What a beautiful expression of friendship...
Blackquill:
The average person wearing a space suit weighs easily over 200 pounds. Saving the life of a partner who weighs as much, while trying to escape deadly flames... What a dramatic sob story fit for the silver screen.
Judge:
Indeed. I was completely taken in by the humanity of the story.
Blackquill:
You see? Yet the true ending is that all traces of his hammy act were meant to be blown up. Yes, and now we arrive at the thrilling conclusion: the third explosion!
Athena:
Athena:
What are you talking about? There was no third explosion!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Indeed, you are correct. But that is thanks to Detective Arme. It was she who identified and secured the bomb. However, it doesn't change the fact that the third bomb was discovered in the lounge. The steel coffin beside the witness stand. That would be... a bomb transport case. We used that to transport the deactivated bomb here. It was found in the lounge... A bomb in the form of a most distasteful toy.
Athena:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Blackquill:
One on the second floor of the main building, one on the launch pad, and one in the lounge. The defendant planned to set off three firework displays. Fortunately, the third one was discovered before it could be detonated, for had it not... ...the victim's body and other vital evidence would surely have been immolated.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Gaaagh!
Blackquill:
Before you utter a word, know that the evidence supports me.
Apollo:
(Ugh... It's like he's reading my mind...)
Blackquill:
As it is still undergoing forensic investigation, I do not have the evidence on hand. However, know that a peculiar item was found in one of Mr. Starbuck's pockets. Specifically, a bomb detonation switch...
Apollo:
You found whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Blackquill:
I suspect the defendant had no time to destroy such damning evidence... ...when the Space Center director and Detective Arme stumbled across the murder. So he thought to hide it in his pocket... feeble-brained that he is.
Apollo:
Aaaaaaagh... No! Mr. Starbuck would never do anything like that! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Blackquill:
Justice-dono, open your eyes and see the truth.
Judge:
Hmm, this appears to be irrefutable evidence that the accused set off the explosions.
Apollo:
(No! There has to be some kind of mistake! This can't be the "truth"!)
Blackquill:
Still can't accept it? You'll believe in your client, come what may? ............Then why don't you cross-examine the defendant himself?
Apollo:
(......This has got to be a trap.)
Athena:
It's like Blackquill's controlling the entire game.
Apollo:
Yeah. It seemed like he was waiting for me to bring up the body moving issue.
Athena:
Why do you say that?
Apollo:
Because he had just the right argument when I pointed it out... ...and to really rub it in, he had a decisive piece of evidence up his sleeve, too. He was trying to shake my faith in Mr. Starbuck and break me down!
Athena:
Then, making you cross-examine Mr. Starbuck at this point was part of his plan, too...? Totally underhanded, but I wouldn't expect anything less from him.
Blackquill:
Now, let us hear from the arch villain, the fiendish murderer himself. Famed astronaut, Solomon Starbuck!
Judge:
Witness, your name and occupation, please.
Starbuck:
Solomon Starbuck. Astronaut... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... How did this happen?
Judge:
Mr. Starbuck, you aren't looking very well. Will you be able to give testimony?
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh............ No.
Judge:
............Well, unfortunately, "no" is not an option. You are being accused of the Space Center bombing and the murder of Clay Terran. Please testify to these allegations.
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... Umm... Mind if I take this suit off? It's getting really heavy...
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
It's not the weight of the suit that you feel, but of your sins. Prepare to carry that weight for the rest of your life...
Starbuck:
............Banish me to the moon... I don't care anymore...
Athena:
Wow... That was super-negative... Is he going to be all right up there?
Apollo:
H-He'll be fine! I think... (As long as he doesn't totally give up and say he did it, that is.)
Witness Testimony
-- I Didn't Kill Him --
Starbuck:
All I did was support Clay over my shoulder and get us out of the rocket!
Like always, I took the elevator down to the middle level and headed for the corridor.
Clay had passed out by the time we got the order to evacuate.
I didn't kill Clay! I was trying to save him!
Judge:
Hmm... So you assert you didn't set off the bombs or murder the victim?
Starbuck:
Ha ha. Ha ha ha... But I bet you think I'm lying, right?
Judge:
I reserve all judgment until after I've heard your full testimony.
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... I'm sure you don't believe me. I bet you don't even believe I'm an astronaut.
Apollo:
(I don't think the judge doubts THAT!)
Athena:
Who'd wear a suit like that EXCEPT an astronaut...
Judge:
Hmm... I will say that when I saw you in that movie... ...you appeared quite courageous, though I suppose reality never quite lives up to fantasy.
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... I guess I'm just a big disappointment... Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ha... I really don't care what happens anymore. Ha ha ha...
Apollo:
(Oh, no! He's completely give up!)
???:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Blackquill:
Hmph. What a depressing fellow. If you were to join me in the clink... ...I imagine that annoying sighing of yours would rub off on the other inmates.
Athena:
Like how it rubbed off on Prosecutor Blackquill a second ago?
Apollo:
(Huh? That was Blackquill sighing? Mr. Starbuck's testimony contains a glaring contradiction. The question is, what does it mean? Even if Mr. Starbuck is my client, I can't be gun-shy now! It's time to find out the truth!)
Cross Examination
-- I Didn't Kill Him --
Starbuck:
All I did was support Clay over my shoulder and get us out of the rocket!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So what you're saying is that the victim was still alive at that time?
Starbuck:
Of course! He was alive and well!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
If so, then you took a man who was alive and well... ...and silenced him permanently with this?
Starbuck:
What?! No! Aaaaagh! Black hole confirmed, dead ahead. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! It's no good, captain! I'm getting sucked iiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn!
Apollo:
Apollo:
M-Mr. Starbuck! You are not in space! Please give your testimony seriously!
Starbuck:
I-It was just nerves, but maybe I shouldn't have said he was "alive and well." It was more like he was slumped over.
Apollo:
(Those are complete opposite ends of the spectrum!)
Starbuck:
Like always, I took the elevator down to the middle level and headed for the corridor.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Is that the elevator inside the launch pad area?
Starbuck:
That's right. We always use it to get to and from the cockpit.
Athena:
That makes sense. So he was just using the route he always used.
Apollo:
In spite of the fact that there had just been an explosion...?
Athena:
...Huh?
Apollo:
(I think Mr. Starbuck is hiding something. Something pretty big...)
Present Bombing Report
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Mr. Starbuck, I need your testimony to be as accurate as possible."
Starbuck:
Clay had passed out by the time we got the order to evacuate.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Passed out? Why was he passed out?
Starbuck:
Probably because of the explosion. The noise and vibration were incredible. It's little wonder a person would pass out, right?
Apollo:
I-I guess...? (Not that I'd know...)
Starbuck:
Aaaaagh! I've been hit by space debris! The main engine's on fire! It's gonna blow! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Apollo:
Y-Yes, I see... I guess it does make sense that someone would pass out... (Especially if the person in question is Mr. Starbuck...)
Starbuck:
A-Anyway!
Starbuck:
I didn't kill Clay! I was trying to save him!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Don't worry! I understand. I'll make sure everything turns out all right!
Starbuck:
............But everyone's glaring at me like I did it.
Athena:
Apollo, you have to reassure him better than that!
Apollo:
And how am I supposed to do that?!
Athena:
Try to imagine how he's feeling, and use that to figure out how to boost his confidence.
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck, think back to what Clay used to always say. It's times like these when he would repeat, "I'm fine!" to himself.
Starbuck:
"I'm fine"...? Yeah, I guess he did say that a lot... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... But even if I shout it, Clay will still be dead. Haaangh... What's the use...?
Apollo:
............Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... (Could somebody please reassure me now?)
Athena:
Apollo, there's something strange about Mr. Starbuck's testimony.
Apollo:
Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. There's a glaring contradiction. I just wonder why it's there and what it means for our case.
Athena:
Well, it doesn't look like he's lying, at least...
Apollo:
............ (Guess I'll have to show some evidence.)
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck, I need your testimony to be as accurate as possible.
Starbuck:
W-Was I not being accurate?
Apollo:
No, because it's impossible for you to have taken the elevator down to the middle level.
Judge:
What makes you say that, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Please recall where the bomb went off in Launch Pad 1. Also recall that after the explosion, the middle level elevator was engulfed in flames.
Judge:
Oh! You're right. Which means...
Apollo:
Exactly. The launch pad's elevator would've been unusable. In other words... ...Mr. Starbuck, your statement is decidedly inconsistent with the facts! Wh-What's with the helmet?
Starbuck:
Aaaaaagh! Mission command! Mission command! Do you read me?! Come in, please!
Apollo:
Apollo:
This is mission command... I order you to PAY ATTENTION! Stop this nonsense and answer my questions, Mr. Starbuck!
Starbuck:
Aaaaagh! M-My helmet! Ah! My oxygen taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank! Oxygen concentration and body temperature declining! Requesting medical assistance! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
M-Mr. Starbuck! We are not in space right now! Please stop pretending you have lost consciousness and stand back up!
Starbuck:
I-I apologize, Your Honor. I forgot I was still on Earth.
Athena:
I feel like we all just got a real glimpse of Solomon Starbuck the astronaut.
Apollo:
Yeah, he seemed more like an astronaut now than when he was doing all that sighing. Mr. Starbuck, could you please explain the inconsistency in your statement? About how you used the middle level elevator?
Starbuck:
I, uh... was nervous, and I said the wrong thing! I'm sorry! I actually, uh, took a different route, I think.
Apollo:
A different route?
Blackquill:
............I hope you're able to deliver a straight story this time.
Starbuck:
Ack! I-I-I'll get it right this time! Maybe. No, I mean, probably!
Blackquill:
Probably...?
Judge:
It's understandable to be nervous, but let me remind you that accuracy is paramount in court.
Witness Testimony
-- My Escape Route --
Starbuck:
Let's see... Uh, my escape route... What I said before was a mistake.
I, uh, I remember now! I took a different route... Maybe... Probably...
With the capsule and Clay in my arms, I made my way down from the upper level.
Apollo:
So you're saying you escaped without using the elevator?
Starbuck:
Th-That's right! There's a ladder that spans the upper and middle levels. I used that ladder to get to the middle level. Luckily, the fire hadn't reached the ladder, so we could make our escape that way.
Apollo:
And the capsule you mentioned... I suppose you mean the thing next to Mr. Terran here? Was the capsule that important that you'd risk your life to take it with you?
Starbuck:
It almost goes without saying, but yeah! That capsule contains asteroid samples. Therefore it's invaluable as research material. With his space suit on, Clay weighed a ton, but securing the capsule was also important.
Apollo:
I need you to answer to the best of your ability! Mr. Starbuck! Please remember that your verdict is riding on your testimony!
Starbuck:
Ha ha... ha ha ha... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... Maybe I am guilty after all. I wonder if you can see the stars in prison? Bet it's more comfortable than a spaceship.
Cross Examination
-- My Escape Route --
Starbuck:
Let's see... Uh, my escape route... What I said before was a mistake.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
How could you mistake such a basic fact?!
Starbuck:
Hey, everybody makes mistakes, but try thinking about the vastness of space instead. From Earth, it takes four light-years to travel to our nearest neighboring star. So you see? Compared to the vast expanse of space, human error is insignificant.
Apollo:
(I wish he'd consider it just a little more significant than zero...)
Blackquill:
Enough jabbering. Get on with your testimony.
Starbuck:
Ungh...
Starbuck:
I, uh, I remember now! I took a different route... Maybe... Probably...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
"Maybe"? "Probably"? Did I hear you right, Mr. Starbuck?!
Starbuck:
I-I didn't say either of those things! Aaaaagh! Mission control! Come in, please! An error has occurred in the sound system! Activate the emergency tin can telephone! Oh, nooooooo! Tin can telephones are ineffective in the vacuum of space!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Stop this nonsense or I will sever you AND your tin can telephone.
Starbuck:
All right! I'm begging you! I'll tell the truth! Just don't sever anything!
Athena:
Apollo, is he going to be all right?
Apollo:
I'm... starting to think he's not...
Starbuck:
Um, let's see... So about when we were running away...
Starbuck:
With the capsule and Clay in my arms, I made my way down from the upper level.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
The upper level of the launch pad area...?
Starbuck:
Th-That's right! That's what I said, isn't it?!
Apollo:
(Granted, that route does exist...) So, to recap, you had Clay over your right shoulder and the capsule in your left hand?
Starbuck:
Yeah! It's really important, so I couldn't let it get burned up. So, even though Clay was really heavy, I couldn't afford to carry him with both hands. I did the best I could with him over one shoulder and the capsule in my other hand.
Apollo:
(............I don't think the meaning of what he just said has hit him yet...)
Blackquill:
...Hmph. You know what you have to do with that statement, Justice-dono!
Apollo:
Y-Yes, I know! (Well, I've come this far. No turning back now. It's time to present some evidence!)
Present Space Center Diagram
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Mr. Starbuck, why don't you just tell the truth?"
Athena:
So Mr. Starbuck escaped with Clay and the capsule, which means... ...it's just like in the footage. I can see why he couldn't run, though.
Apollo:
He must've weighed over 200 pounds just by himself.
Athena:
Yeah, and he had to support Clay, who was another 200 pounds. Plus, he had to ensure the safety of that capsule. I don't think I could've even walked under those circumstances.
Apollo:
(Walking straight forward is probably about all I would've been able to manage...)
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck, why don't you just tell the truth?
Starbuck:
Th-The truth? Um, let's see... The Earth is blue...? No, no. That's not right. So, uh... I guess the Earth isn't blue? Yeah, that's it!
Apollo:
The truth, Mr. Starbuck!
Starbuck:
Gawrh! The oxygen concentration is super low in this area! Prepare the emergency oxygen tanks!
Judge:
Mr. Justice, the witness appears confused. Please help draw out the truth from him.
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck, under the circumstances at the time... ...you couldn't possibly have reached the boarding lounge via the upper level route.
Starbuck:
Huh?
Apollo:
Not as long as this was along the escape route!
Present Ladder
Apollo:
Leads to:
"To get down from the upper to the middle level where the Launch Pad 1 corridor is..."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Apollo:
Wh-What's the matter, Mr. Starbuck?
Starbuck:
Well, you say, "not as long as this," but I don't know what the "this" is. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Judge:
I must admit I have no idea, either.
Apollo:
(Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...) Your Honor! Please let me try that again! Under the circumstances at the time... ...Mr. Starbuck couldn't have made it to the boarding lounge via the upper level route.
Leads back to:
"Not as long as this was along the escape route!"
Apollo:
To get down from the upper to the middle level where the Launch Pad 1 corridor is... ...you would have to go down the ladder, isn't that right, Mr. Starbuck?
Starbuck:
O-Of course! That was the only way we could escape!
Apollo:
Apollo:
But how would that work? At the time, you were supporting Mr. Terran over your shoulder, were you not? And remember, he was in full space gear as well, putting him at over 200 pounds.
Starbuck:
Ah! Ooooooh! W-W-Well, it's easy on the moon! Gravity is only one-sixth of what it is on Earth.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But the Space Center is located on Earth! Short of being an octopus, climbing a ladder with an adult male in space gear in one arm... ...while carrying the capsule in your other is impossible, wouldn't you say?
Starbuck:
Oh...!
Apollo:
So, Mr. Starbuck! How exactly DID you climb down that ladder with your arms full?!
Starbuck:
Aaaaaah!
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck! Come clean and tell us the truth! NOW!
Starbuck:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Engineer! Where's that engineer?! Oxygen leak detected due to faulty maintenance! Evacuate immediately!
Apollo:
What the--!? (He's flying the coop!)
Starbuck:
Aaaaagh! Help! I'm caught on the ceiling! .........Um, help? Anyone...?
Judge:
Bailiff! Prepare the cherry picker! We must launch our rescue mission at once!
Athena:
Well, that's one way to take off while being questioned...
Apollo:
I'd rather prove his innocence so he can go to space again someday for real...
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Starbuck, do you think you can keep your feet planted on the ground?
Starbuck:
Yes. I apologize for losing control.
Apollo:
Are you ready to tell us... the truth?
Starbuck:
Ungh... Not that... Anything but that...
Apollo:
(What is going on? This isn't the Mr. Starbuck I know...)
Blackquill:
...It appears Space Boy is prone to deception. Witness!
Starbuck:
Y-Yikes! Y-Yes...?
Blackquill:
I thought your story odd, but perhaps the inconsistencies can be explained as... ...the result of a medical side effect?
Starbuck:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Prosecutor Blackquill! Please... Please don't talk about that...
Apollo:
W-What are you talking about, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
Hmph. Didn't I already state that Space Boy is, ironically, terrified of going into space? That's why he took some "precautions" just before the launch. For you see, traces of this anti-anxiety drug were found in his system.
Apollo:
Oh...? (I sense things are about to nosedive...)
Starbuck:
Starbuck:
Y-You got it all wrong! I told 'em during the investigation, too! I don't know anything about any drugs! I never took any medication, I swear!
Apollo:
(It was found in his system, but he doesn't remember taking it...?) How could that be?
Starbuck:
Somebody must've slipped them to me! B-But I guess maybe that's why I don't remember... because of the side effects... Yeah, that's why I don't remember much about what really happened!
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Apollo:
(We can't get any useful testimony out of him if he doesn't remember anything...!)
Athena:
Well, this certainly explains why his testimony kept changing.
Apollo:
Ungh... Why didn't he just tell me he couldn't remember?
Athena:
I guess he didn't want anybody to find out he was terrified of going into space.
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... Maybe I really DID do it...?
Blackquill:
Which brings us to the answer of our original question... ...of how the witness climbed down the ladder with a dead body.
Apollo:
It does? ............Um, so what is it?
Blackquill:
A dead man feels no pain and makes no complaints, Justice-dono. So the body was simply dropped down from the top of the ladder.
Judge:
Oh, my! I see... And then the defendant could climb down with his free hand...
Apollo:
Apollo:
Drop the body down?! Who would do such a disrespectable thing?! Besides, dropping the body down would leave marks on the body itself.
Blackquill:
So you are capable of quick thinking. ...Yes, you are correct.
Apollo:
Really? Oh, um, thanks...? Heh heh. Aaaaaaagh! ...Huh? What's this?
Blackquill:
It's the oxygen tank from the victim's spacesuit. It's ruptured, and I'm sure you can figure out why.
Apollo:
.........Y-You can't be implying it ruptured when the defendant dropped the victim's body!
Blackquill:
I am, for they fracture easily when struck.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Even if that's true, the tank's explosion and shrapnel would leave its mark on the body. Yet, according to the autopsy report, only the knife wound was found on the victim's body. You're clearly grasping at straws with this line of reasoning!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
A spacesuit isn't heavy for the sake of being heavy, Justice-dono. It includes the latest technological devices and is made of the fabric of tomorrow. The fabric is made to protect astronauts from the dangers of space... ...so falling a few Earth yards would hardly leave a mark on the wearer.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Then shouldn't it be impossible to stab someone through it as well?!
Blackquill:
It should, and yet, through sheer coincidence... ...the knife slipped through a weak spot in the suit's structure and found its way to its target.
Apollo:
Wh-What are the chances...?
Blackquill:
You forget that our killer is an astronaut himself with knowledge of how the suits work.
Apollo:
Nngh... (He's got me there...)
Blackquill:
And now my argument has been proven. Space Boy killed the victim in the rocket and then dropped his body from the upper level. After climbing down, he shouldered the body and made sure the camera recorded them. There's no room for debate about these facts. It is clear that Solomon Starbuck is the only one who could have killed Clay Terran!
Apollo:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Blackquill:
Here. The report regarding the astronauts' oxygen tanks. Consider it my send-off gift. Feel free to use it as payment to cross the river Styx.
Apollo:
Ack!
Oxygen Tank Data added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Hey, this report is pretty detailed.
Apollo:
Let's see... "The display on the astronaut's left shoulder shows how much oxygen remains." I guess that means these glowing cyan digits represent the amount of oxygen remaining...
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... I'm done foooooooooor! I'm going to prison instead of spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!
Blackquill:
...Space Boy.
Starbuck:
Y-Y-Y-Yes?!
Blackquill:
Take heart. The bejeweled night sky is still beautiful even when viewed through bars.
Starbuck:
Y-You mean... the stars as seen from... prison...?
Blackquill:
That's right. Your cell will be your spaceship. Picture the view through the iron bars. It's like being an astronaut in your own craft for all time.
Starbuck:
Ha ha ha. That's not a half bad thought...
Apollo:
Um, Mr. Starbuck..? (Prosecutor Blackquill got to him good...)
Starbuck:
Spaceship "Prison Cell," fly me, my guilt, and my despair into the deepest, darkest space. And then, let's get sucked into a black hole together!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck, you can't give up hope!
Starbuck:
Oh...! Yes, Apollo...?
Apollo:
You know, Clay really looked up to you. He said you are an incredible man. He said you'd never give up your dreams and passion for space, no matter the situation.
Starbuck:
He said that...?
Apollo:
So don't give up now and help me prove your innocence! For the sake of the man who respected you and believe in you -- Clay Terran!
Starbuck:
For Clay...!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. You're wasting your breath.
Starbuck:
Unnnh... Nngh... Raaaaaaaaaaaaagh! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Starbuck:
............Apollo, thank you! I can see things clearly now!
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck!
Starbuck:
I'm... I'm fine now -- thanks for reminding me of my life's mission.
Apollo:
Right. We'll both be fine! I'll prove you're innocent. You'll see! And after that, we'll get you back into space!
Starbuck:
Raaaaaaaaahhhh! You've ignited the booster rockets of my soooouuuul! I'm on fiiiiiiiiiiire!!! I am Solomon Starbuck, astronaut! A cosmic hero chosen by the universe itself! This is no time to be whimpering and crying! I can't let you and Clay down!
Blackquill:
Balderdash.
Starbuck:
The sun... the moon... all of space is calling me! Solomon "Sol" Starbuck! Ready for launch! Begin the countdown! Five!
Apollo:
Four!
Athena:
Three!
Judge:
Two!
One!
Starbuck:
LIFT OFF!
Judge:
Well! I feel like I've witnessed an actual rocket launch!
Athena:
Apollo! You did it! You broke Prosecutor Blackquill's grip over Mr. Starbuck!
Apollo:
I can't take the credit. It was all Mr. Starbuck. He pulled himself through.
Blackquill:
Hmph. If you simpletons are done massaging one another's egos... No matter how positive your mood, my advantage remains unshakable. I have but to wait for the final guilty verdict. Isn't that right, Your Baldness?
Apollo:
Gah... (I can't let up now! I have to stop Blackquill! I have to see this through... Mr. Starbuck just has to make it back into space! I won't allow Clay's dream to remain unfulfilled! I've got to destroy Blackquill's argument somehow! Think, Justice! Think! If the only people at Launch Pad 1 were Clay and Mr. Starbuck... ...and if Clay was already dead by the time this footage was taken... ...then the only person who could've killed him is Mr. Starbuck. So the only way to counter Blackquill's argument is... ... if I can prove that Clay was still alive when they arrived at the boarding lounge. In which case, I should be able to find some contradiction in the evidence itself! Now, let's see... About this data that we just received... This supposedly proves that Mr. Starbuck dropped Clay's body in Launch Pad 1. But if I'm going to prove that false, then there must be something I can use here.)
Blackquill:
Enough of this farce, Your Baldness! Let's have your verdict!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Prosecutor Blackquill, you seem to be in quite a hurry to rush the verdict. But about this oxygen tank data you submitted just now... ...it says that Mr. Starbuck's tank had 80 percent remaining while Mr. Terran's had 0. Do you stand by the accuracy of this report?
Blackquill:
Of course.
Apollo:
............Then I guess it simply means that it's faulty, as evidence goes.
Blackquill:
You will explain what you mean, Justice-dono.
Apollo:
It's simple. This evidence contradicts the facts of this case. Take a look here at the detailed description and you'll see what I mean.
Judge:
I hope you have some evidence, Mr. Justice, because I don't see what's so contradictory!
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! Right away! This is the evidence that the oxygen tank report stands in contradiction to!
Present Security Camera Video
Apollo:
Leads to:
"And how does this evidence present a contradiction?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
And how does this evidence present a contradiction?
Apollo:
...If you think about it on a cosmic level, this world is full of inconsistencies! Wouldn't you agree that this evidence is just one of those mysteries of the universe?
Judge:
No, I wouldn't. But I am going to give you a cosmic penalty.
Apollo:
(Too bad he didn't take a more cosmic view of things and forgive me on that one...) Your Honor! Please let me try that again! (I think the problem must lie in the remaining oxygen in the two tanks... Mr. Starbuck's tank was 80 percent full, while Clay's was at 0 percent. Can I find something that contradicts this information?)
Leads back to:
"This is the evidence that the oxygen tank report stands in contradiction to!"
Judge:
And how does this evidence present a contradiction?
Apollo:
The problem is this part here.
Present oxygen tank display
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Note the remaining oxygen in Mr. Starbuck's tank as he carries Mr. Terran."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Judge:
Hmm? And what problem do you see with that part?
Apollo:
What? Oh, um... I just thought it looked... problematic, you know? Don't tell me I'm the only one who thinks so!
Judge:
You're the only one. And you'll be the only one to receive this penalty, too.
Apollo:
Ungh... (One is the loneliest number... But now that I'm looking at it, I definitely see something strange in this footage.) Your Honor! Please allow me to give that another try!
Leads back to:
"The problem is this part here."
Apollo:
Note the remaining oxygen in Mr. Starbuck's tank as he carries Mr. Terran.
Judge:
Hmm... It appears to say 50.
Apollo:
Yes, but according to the data, our client's tank had 80 percent remaining.
Judge:
The oxygen in the tank increased?
Apollo:
I see Your Honor finds it as strange as I do. It's bad enough that there is a contradiction, but the increase in oxygen is beyond illogical!
Judge:
Oh, my! You're absolutely right! What is going on here?
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. I, too, find it odd that the oxygen remaining has increased. It would be as odd as if my rations were to increase. But what does that prove? It doesn't change the fact that it is the defendant carrying the victim's corpse!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Heh. I'm going to bet you don't get more rations because you don't abide by the rules. Either way, the oxygen remaining shouldn't increase, just as your rations don't increase. Therefore, this new information is critical! We can't overlook it!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
In that case, do you have an answer to this riddle of the mysteriously increasing oxygen? You'd better not disappoint, or I'll declare the inconsistency as mere equipment malfunction.
Apollo:
Erk!
Judge:
Hmm... Prosecutor Blackquill has a point. I suppose it could be a simple malfunction. Mr. Justice. If you cannot provide an adequate counterargument to this point... ...I'm afraid I must bring this trial to an end. So, do you think you can explain why the remaining oxygen level increased?
Apollo:
O-Of course I can! (The thing to do at a time like this is turn my thinking around! Mr. Starbuck has no memory of it, but he claims to have carried Clay. So this man with the 50 on his tank ought to be Mr. Starbuck. But, if anything, the display on his oxygen tank should have shown an 80. This is a clear contradiction between the report and the security footage. So what I should be asking is not, "Why did the oxygen level increase?"... ...but, "What had to have happened to make it LOOK like it increased?" Am I making some kind of mistake in my base assumptions here...?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? We're waiting.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor! I'm ready to answer! This is why the remaining oxygen appears to have increased!
They were going the other way
Apollo:
Maybe they were escaping in the opposite direction.
Judge:
The opposite direction? Like how rewinding a video makes things look like they're repairing themselves? ...In which case, I think the one who's going to need rewinding is you, Mr. Justice. Penalty!
Apollo:
(Ugh... I'd rather fast-forward through this myself... "What had to have happened to make it LOOK like it increased?" Wait a minute! I think I've got it!)
Leads back to:
"This is why the remaining oxygen appears to have increased!"
The victim was carrying the defendant
Leads to:
"What if it was the other way around?"
The tanks were damaged
Apollo:
The answer is simple. The tanks were damaged! Ack!
Blackquill:
I don't think the problem is with the tanks, but with your eyes, Justice-dono. It's written in the report that the tanks were functioning properly.
Apollo:
Ack! It's amazing how diligent reporting can come back to bite you in the rear.
Judge:
And it's amazing how your diligent negligence can come back to bite you in the rear, too! Let this penalty remind you of the consequences of your actions!
Apollo:
(Ow, my aching rear... Let's try that again. "What had to have happened to make it LOOK like it increased?" Wait a minute! I think I've got it!)
Leads back to:
"This is why the remaining oxygen appears to have increased!"
Apollo:
What if it was the other way around?
Judge:
The other way around? Would you care to explain, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
As you can see, Your Honor, both men had their helmets on in this footage. But it turns out, this is where our base assumptions went astray. We assumed that it was Mr. Starbuck helping Mr. Terran, but it was actually the other way around. It wasn't Mr. Starbuck helping Mr. Terran at all. It was Mr. Terran who was helping Mr. Starbuck to the boarding lounge!
Judge:
I-I-It was whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Order! Order! Mr. Justice! You mean to tell me that the person on the right in this image is the victim, Clay Terran?
Apollo:
It's the only way the riddle of the increasing oxygen level can be solved, Your Honor. At this point in time, the remaining oxygen in the victim's tank was at 50 percent. And when the victim was found in the boarding lounge, his tank was at 0 percent.
Athena:
That's right! There's nothing contradictory about the oxygen level decreasing!
Apollo:
This means Mr. Terran was alive as they made their escape to the lounge!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. How short your memory is. Have you forgotten what you yourself proposed? Even if the victim was alive at this point in time... ...how did he descend the ladder with his arms full?!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Prosecutor Blackquill, you can't hurt me with a broken blade.
Blackquill:
Excuse me?
Apollo:
It's true that we don't know how they got down the ladder. I suppose that matter needs further investigating. But we have proven that Mr. Terran was alive when he reached the boarding lounge. This fact alone shatters your claims... ...and opens up the possibility that the victim could've been killed by a third party!
Blackquill:
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!
Apollo:
There were two people who claimed to be the first on the scene. But can we truly trust their statements?
Athena:
Let's see. The two people were Detective Candice Arme and Yuri Cosmos, right? You think that one of them might have given a false statement to the police?
Apollo:
Yes, it's certainly possible. We might have to do a little more digging.
Judge:
It seems we'll have to hear the testimony of these first two people on the scene.
Apollo:
(Score!)
Judge:
Come to think of it, Detective Arme should be here in court right now. Bailiff, could you please show Detective Arme to the stand?
Tonate:
Tonate:
I-I have an announcement, everyone!
Judge:
Wh-What's the meaning of this? We're in the middle of a trial here!
Tonate:
P-Please remain calm and listen carefully. Someone has reactivated the bomb! The bomb was diffused, but, but, but...... I-It's about to explode!
Apollo:
EX-
Athena:
PL-
Judge:
OOOOOOOOODE!?
Apollo:
A bomb? Now?!
Man:
-- Aaaagh! Everybody run!
Woman:
-- Eeeeek! I don't want to die!
Athena:
Oh, no! Everybody's panicking!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Headless chickens with a death wish, the lot of you! Calm yourselves afore all else!
Athena:
C'mon, Apollo! Let's get out of here!
Apollo:
But what about Mr. Starbuck's dream? And who will carry out Clay's final wish? I don't care what happens to me! I'm not letting some bomb blow the truth up forever! I... I... I refuse to let things end here!
Athena:
Apollo, this is no time to be dramatic! If we don't get out of here now, we're gonna die! C'MON! THIS WAY!
Apollo:
Hey! Ouch! Let me go!
Woods:
Apollo!
Apollo:
J-Juniper? (She hasn't evacuated yet?)
Woods:
Eeeeek!
Apollo:
J-Juniper! Are you all right?!
Athena:
Apollo! No! Not that way!
Apollo:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
To Be Continued
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
Consider the evidence. There's obviously something wrong with that statement!
Blackquill:
Your gall knows no bounds. It's shocking, really.
Apollo:
What's that supposed to mean?!
Blackquill:
You stand there, brazenly objecting to perfectly factual statements... One does not see such shameless behavior that often.
Judge:
A penalty for our shameless attorney!
Apollo:
(Oh, no. Looks like Blackquill is turning the judge against me).
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
That statement clearly contradicts the evidence!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I object to you on personal grounds. The sole contradiction lies in what your faulty logic dreamt up just now.
Apollo:
Ack!
Judge:
Objection overruled. The defense will think twice before making such erroneous statements!
Apollo:
(It seems that statement didn't particularly conflict with the evidence.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
The evidence is at complete odds with the witness's testimony!
Blackquill:
...........................Your Baldness.
Judge:
Wh-Who, me?
Blackquill:
What do you make of this objection of his?
Judge:
Oh, I don't know if I should, um, well...
Blackquill:
I've no patience for vagaries. Now, answer my question.
Judge:
Y-Yes, sir! The defense's objection was clearly misguided!
Blackquill:
Bravo. Nicely done.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. It seems our misguided attorne has earned himself a penalty.
Apollo:
(Erk... I better look before I leap next time!)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
Hmm... I can't flag any inconsistencies.
Apollo:
So there haven't been any contradictions in the testimony so far... That can mean only one thing...
Athena:
Time to press the witness!
Apollo:
Right. We'll have to work to get the testimony we need. Let's press the heck out of any statements that stick out.
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
Hmm... There has to be a contradiction here somewhere. 
Apollo:
(Too bad I'm drawing a blank.)
Athena:
There was a statement that I thought was a little strange, but... ...I wouldn't bet my life on it.
Apollo:
.........And which statement would that be? Since I'm the one betting my life on it.
Athena:
Hee hee hee. Okay, if you must know, I'll show you the one I'm thinking of.
Apollo:
(Time to swallow my pride and let her lend a hand.) (There must be an inconsistency in the testimony Athena's pointing out!)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Solomon Starbuck...
Guilty
The Cosmic Turnabout
Image Gallery
Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Phoenix:
In the middle of the Space Center bombing trial, we had another bombing incident. This one destroyed Courtroom No. 4. Furthermore, Apollo suffered massive injuries from being there when the bomb went off. Unfortunately, Juniper Woods was fingered as the courtroom bomber. Athena and I knew she had to be innocent, so we took her case on. We managed to clear Ms. Woods's name... ...but Apollo sustained further injuries when he was attacked by Ted Tonate.
December 19, 3:21 PM
Wright Anything Agency
Athena:
Apollo is a tough guy, but this is all taking its toll on him.
Phoenix:
Yeah. Poor guy, being attacked by Tonate like that on top of all his other injuries. (Apollo is resting at the nearby Hickfield Clinic. I've had some experience with that place myself. What an awful turn of events. I never thought he'd land in a hospital of all places...)
Trucy:
............
Phoenix:
You must miss him, too, huh? Now that you don't have anybody to tease. Don't worry. He's young. He'll heal quickly and be back before you know it!
Trucy:
............
Phoenix:
(It's been a while since I last saw Trucy look so down... We won the court case, yet nobody feels much like celebrating...)
Athena:
*sniffle* Mnnnph... All right, enough of this, people! This is no time to be moping around! Now, dry those eyes! Both of you!
Phoenix:
Uh, you're the only one who's crying, Athena.
Athena:
Technicalities! Look, we have work to do! We have to take over!
Phoenix:
...Umm, take over what, exactly...?
Athena:
Apollo's Space Center case, of course! As no verdict's been reached, there's still a chance!
Trucy:
I agree with Athena. We should pick up Mr. Starbuck's defense. We have to avenge our fallen comrade! Right, Daddy?
Phoenix:
(Apollo hasn't exactly "fallen." He's still alive, you know...)
Athena:
Good! Now that that's settled, let's get going! C'mon, we gotta run!
Phoenix:
Wait? Right NOW, now?! (We'd better not be running the whole way!) ...There she goes. I'd better go catch up. *sigh* Can you take care of the office, Trucy?
Trucy:
Sure thing, Daddy! Let's be careful out there! In the meantime, I'm going to bake some cookies and fill up my magic panties for you!
Phoenix:
(Trucy seems to be feeling a little better. I can always count on Athena to perk everybody up with her enthusiasm.)
Trucy:
Oh! She's back!
Athena:
Don't mind me! Just forgot a few things! ...Wallet, phone, the documents, my bag...
Phoenix:
Sounds more like you forgot everything. (I can always count on Athena for that, too.)
Trucy:
All right, you two. Let's be careful out there!
December 19
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Phoenix:
So our client is one Solomon Starbuck. He's so famous, even I've heard of him.
Athena:
That's right! He's a super-famous astronaut who works at the Cosmos Space Center! He was actually up in outer space seven years ago!
Phoenix:
You seem to know quite a bit about him. (Now I'm all excited to meet the man!)
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Phoenix:
(Wow. That was the longest sigh I've ever heard.)
Starbuck:
Apollo told me all about you... You're Phoenix Wright, Apollo's mentor, right?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, that's right. (Hmm, mentor has a nice ring to it...)
Athena:
Don't worry about a thing, Mr. Starbuck! Mr. Wright and I have got you covered!
Starbuck:
Ahh, and you're... the new kid that Apollo told me about. ......Wait! Don't I know you from somewhere?
Athena:
Huh? Y-You mean... other than at your trial? I don't think so...
Starbuck:
...I guess so. My mistake. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... My memory isn't what it used to be. My mind and body are kaput. Same goes for my life. I mean, I'm so astronomically unlucky that I had a bomb go off in the middle of my trial! Trying to defend me would be like trying to enter the stratosphere without a spacecraft.
Phoenix:
(Yikes. He's SERIOUSLY got to stop depressing himself...)
Athena:
Cheer up, Mr. Starbuck! Besides, that thing you said about entering the stratosphere... That just means we'd shine like shooting stars, right?
Starbuck:
Like shooting stars, huh...? You know, you're right! Why didn't I think of that?! After all, that's what we were all put on this Earth to do, right? To shine like stars!
Phoenix:
(Guess I shouldn't mention the fact that shooting stars burn out in a flash...)
Starbuck:
Aw, yeah! Here we goooooo! Three! Two! One! To the stratosphere and beyond! Yeah! I feel alive now! You can go ahead and ask me anything you want!
Phoenix:
(Is that really all it takes?)
Talk
The case
Phoenix:
So, you have no memory at all of the incident?
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... I'm so ashamed. My memory of the time is as black and clouded as a dark nebula.
Athena:
Still, it's strange you don't remember a thing. Are you sure you didn't take one of those anti-anxiety pills like they said at the trial?
Starbuck:
Y-You got it all wrong! I told 'em during the investigation, too! I don't know anything about any drugs! I never took any medication, I swear!
Starbuck:
It IS true I developed a fear of space because of what happened seven years ago... And I was taking medication secretly every now and then when my anxiety got bad. Having a fear of space is not something an astronaut can brag about, you know?
Phoenix:
Oh, the so-called "HAT-1 Miracle"? (That must've been a terrifying experience...)
Starbuck:
But I'm still an astronaut at heart, come what may. I would never take drugs that might impede my performance just before a launch. That launch meant everything to me. That's more certain than the theory of relativity!
Phoenix:
(He seems like a completely different person now. This is the face of the astronaut I know.)
Athena:
But the tranquilizers were found in your system.
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... Yeah, see, that's the thing. But I don't know why! I'm done for...
Phoenix:
If you didn't take them, then maybe somebody slipped them to you?
Starbuck:
Exactly! That's what I thought! It must have been the real culprit!
Starbuck:
My medication was in my locker. Anybody could've gotten their hands on it.
Athena:
Maybe the real culprit also planted the detonator switch in your pocket.
Starbuck:
Yeah. That's gotta be it! I've been framed!
Phoenix:
(I'll say. They even managed to plant your prints on the switch before slipping it in.) It's a real possibility. Do you remember anything else that might be relevant? Anything at all, no matter how small. Like, about the murder weapon, for example.
Starbuck:
Hmm... That knife... I think it came from one of the Space Center's utility kits.
Phoenix:
Utility kits?
Starbuck:
Yeah. Staff who work on machinery a lot are given these special tool kits to use. All the technicians have them, so I doubt you could prove whose knife it is.
Utility Knife updated in the Court Record.
The HAT-1 Miracle
Phoenix:
As I recall, your last trip into space was seven years ago, right?
Starbuck:
That's right. It was... a pretty rough experience... During that mission, we had all kinds of problems with the craft.
Phoenix:
You did? What kind of problems?
Starbuck:
Power failure, oxygen leakage, busted radio, cracked windows, loose control column... The heat shield came off as we were entering the atmosphere. I thought I was a goner. But I managed to make it somehow with the popsicles and ice packs from the freezer.
Athena:
No wonder they dubbed it the HAT-1 Miracle... It's a miracle you made it back!
Starbuck:
Space is a boundless place. That's why it continues to capture people's imaginations. But the vastness of space shows us how insignificant we are in the scheme of things. The darkness just goes on and on forever, and ever, and ever... without end. There was nobody else there. Nobody was gonna come same me. I was all alone. All alone, with nothing to listen to but the sound of my own breathing and heartbeat. I kept scrambling to make repairs, but I couldn't keep my hands from shaking...
Phoenix:
(An experience like that would make anybody afraid to go up into space...)
Outer space
Athena:
With the experience you had, weren't you dreading this mission?
Starbuck:
What? No way. O-Of course not... Even now, I wanna go up into space so bad, I can barely stand it. I wanna shake off the Earth's gravity at escape velocity and spin around weightless!
Athena:
But you have to admit it was pretty harrowing. Weren't you even a tiny bit afraid?
Starbuck:
............I was afraid. Of course I was! Still am! But space is man's final frontier -- an unknown world. The cosmic truth is out there waiting for us somewhere!
Phoenix:
The cosmic truth, huh? (I guess there are people looking for the truth in every walk of life.)
Starbuck:
No matter how afraid I am, I'm sure I can manage! If I give in to my fear, I'll never find the truth! As long as I don't give up, I can keep up the fight!
Phoenix:
(One thing's for sure: Mr. Starbuck's passion for space is undeniably the real deal.)
The victim
Phoenix:
The victim, Clay Terran... He was kind of like your protégé, wasn't he?
Starbuck:
Well, it wasn't a big exaggerated deal like master and apprentice or anything like that. But Clay did think of me as his mentor.
Phoenix:
(The mentor and the protégé... What a combination they must have been...)
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... With his encouragement, I knew I could get over my fear and go back into space. But now...
Athena:
Clay must've been very encouraging, huh?
Starbuck:
Yeah. It's funny, really. Whenever I'd hear him shout, "You're fine!"... ...I always got the feeling everything really WAS gonna be just fine.
Athena:
"You're fine!"...? Apollo says "I'm fine!" and "You're fine!" all of the time, too! And I always feel encouraged, too, whenever I hear him shout it!
Starbuck:
Yeah, Clay and Apollo were best buds. They used to come visit the Space Center a lot, ever since they were high school kids. One day, out of the blue, Clay even told me he wanted to be my protégé. Those two hung around the Space Center so much, they were like a part of the staff. One time during zero-G training, I started to panic a little bit... ...and the two of them took turns shouting "You're fine!" over the radio. It was a simple thing, but it was exactly what I needed to hear.
Phoenix:
(So "I'm fine!" and "You're fine!" were like Apollo and Clay's secret phrases, huh? I wish I could ask Apollo more about Clay and their relationship now.)
Athena:
Speaking of Clay... ...how do you suppose he climbed down the ladder with you over his shoulder?
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... Sorry, but I can't even begin to imagine.
Phoenix:
(But he actually did climb down that ladder, so a way has to exist.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
So, what do you think about this?
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... The evidence is gonna get me convicted...
Phoenix:
No, no, no! It's my attorney's badge! I was hoping it would reassure you that we're here to defend you. Evidence isn't just for the prosecution. It can help prove a person's innocence, too.
Starbuck:
...Ha ha ha. That's a positive spin on things.
Phoenix:
...I thought that was common knowledge.
Terran's Autopsy Report or Security Camera Video
Starbuck:
Clay always used to cheerfully greet me in a loud voice.
Phoenix:
And he did vocal exercises every morning, sometimes until he was hoarse, right?
Starbuck:
Exactly. You could always hear him, even through the wall -- Hey, wait a minute. Did you know Clay?
Phoenix:
No, but like attracts like, as they say.
Utility Knife
Starbuck:
Clay carried me out and saved me... But after all that... ...to be killed with this blade... Unnnh... And the fact that the killer might be me...
Phoenix:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Athena:
Now he's got you sighing, Boss...
Anything else
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this piece of evidence?
Starbuck:
No... Sorry I'm so useless... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Phoenix:
No, no. It's all right. There's no need to get all depressed!
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... From the freedom of space to the walls of a cell... But that prosecutor said the dark, night sky isn't half bad through barred windows.
Athena:
............You're fine! Solomon "Sol" Starbuck is fine! Everything is going to be all right!
Starbuck:
Huh?
Athena:
And Athena Cykes is fine! C'mon, Mr. Wright! You, too!
Phoenix:
(Do I really have to...?) Phoenix Wright is fine...
Athena:
I can't heeeeeeear youuuuuuu!
Phoenix:
Ph-Phoenix Wright is fine!
Athena:
We'll get you back into space yet, Mr. Starbuck! Believe in your own innocence, and have faith in us!
Phoenix:
Apollo believed in you wholeheartedly, and that's good enough for me. I believe in you, too!
Starbuck:
............Thank you. Thank you, both of you. I'll put my faith in you. And I vow to make it back into space! All I need first is a "not guilty" verdict!
Phoenix:
(It sure feels nice to reassure ourselves every now and then that we're all fine.)
Athena:
Okay, Mr. Wright! Let's get our investigation of the Space Center started! Pronto!
Phoenix:
Good idea. Let's go!
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
You went to visit Apollo in the hospital, right? How was he?
Trucy:
He seemed to be doing well. He was doing his Chords of Steel exercises in his room.
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha! I guess he's pretty gung-ho to get back to work. Was he shouting stuff like "Objection!" and "I'm fine!"?
Trucy:
No... He was yelling... ..."Thank you for coming to visit me!" and "Thank you, doctor, for taking care of me!" ...and stuff like that.
Phoenix:
...I guess those voice workouts can be pretty flexible.
Any ideas?
Phoenix:
Notice anything, Trucy?
Trucy:
What do you mean, Daddy? Is your attorney's badge somehow different? Did you bend it out of shape or something?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha, it's not that easy to bend something so small out of shape, you know.
Trucy:
Hmm... Then, did you change your hairstyle? Or maybe it's your suit? I don't know. You look like you always do to me, Daddy.
Phoenix:
That really wasn't what I was asking...
Present
Attorney's Badge
Trucy:
I guess presenting your attorney's badge... ...is like your "quick trick," huh, Daddy?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. So it's just a trick to you, huh?
Trucy:
Well, you are one of the talents in our Wright Anything Agency, after all. But I have to say that an attorney's badge won't get many laughs...
Phoenix:
I don't care if I don't get laughs, as long as I can clear my client's name.
Trucy:
Ha ha ha! That's a good one, Daddy!
Phoenix:
I'm no match for you, though, Trucy.
Anything else
Trucy:
Daddy, you should be careful about showing evidence to a magician.
Phoenix:
That's true. You can make anything disappear.
Trucy:
Well, anything up to about a yard in diameter, anyway. My magic panties are an extra-dimensional space!
Phoenix:
I guess only a space probe can help us figure out how they work then, huh.
December 19
Cosmos Space Center - Entrance
Phoenix:
Wow. I was wondering what kind of place this space center would be. It almost looks like an amusement park of the future.
Athena:
Yeah! Did you know they even let the public see their rockets up close? Oh! So, check it out! Look at how brightly the GYAXA logo shines in the sunlight above the entranceway! I really dig the stars and rocket motif it's got going!
Phoenix:
GYAXA, huh? Isn't that the new name of the federal space R&D program?
Athena:
Yeah, but why the strange acronym? I mean, what is GYA supposed to stand for? Galaxy?
Phoenix:
If that were it, then the whole thing would be something like "Galaxy eXploration Agency"... ...which, if you ask me, I'd have abbreviated to GAXA... or even GAEA.
Athena:
Hmm... I guess so... Oh, I know! Maybe the person who came up with the name just really likes the letter Y!
Phoenix:
(This exchange is beginning to feel oddly like déjà vu...)
Athena:
Anyway, this place is more than just a research facility; it's also a tourist attraction!
???:
Tourist attraction? Don't make me laugh! It's a monument to the human race! Galactic Scooter, full speed ahead!
Athena:
Yikes! Who's this geezer and what's he want...?
???:
Look upon me, and look well! Behold the great power of space science!
Phoenix:
Pardon me, but you are...?
???:
My glorious name is Yuri Cosmos! I am the director of the Cosmos Space Center, the "center of the cosmos"!
Athena:
Boss... That was pretty groan-inducing...
Phoenix:
If this person is the Space Center's director, then that means...
Athena:
Aha! So you were one of the first to discover Clay's body, weren't you?
Apollo:
And who was the first to find the victim?
Fulbright:
Actually, there were two of them!
Blackquill:
The Space Center director... ...Yuri Cosmos... and Detective Candice Arme.
Cosmos:
That is correct! I was honored to be the very first man in all of space and time to discover the body. But this talk of the incident... Are you by any chance... the space police?
Phoenix:
(You can't tack the word "space" onto just any old thing, you know.) We're Mr. Starbuck's lawyers. We're here to investigate this case.
Athena:
Oh, and we're Earth lawyers, by the way.
Cosmos:
Ah, I see. Yes, I've heard about you. In that case, by my esteemed privilege, I grant you permission to investigate. I trust you are appropriately grateful. Now, go ahead! Have at it!
Athena:
I can already tell he's going to be nothing but trouble.
Phoenix:
Don't let him hear you say that or you'll see what trouble really is. Let's just be professional and ask him about when he found the body, okay?
Talk
Yuri Cosmos
Phoenix:
So, as director, what do you do here at the Space Center, specifically?
Cosmos:
Defend peace across the galaxy and promote space development in this country. No matter what obstacles stand in our way, we keep going... for the sake of mankind!
Phoenix:
(Uh, I believe I used the word "specifically" in my question...)
Cosmos:
Attention all personnel! To your break stations! Prepare for break!
Athena:
Oh, I get it! You just wander around and tell people what to do in a self-important manner!
Cosmos:
That is exactly right! Because I am an important man, my manner is important!
Athena:
Mr. Wright, this man doesn't get sarcasm.
Phoenix:
Well, there's bound to be some people like that, here in the boundlessness of space.
Cosmos:
What's that? You want to know what it is that makes me important, specifically? Very well! I will tell you! I was THE central figure of the HAT-1 Project! You may proceed to be appropriately impressed. Now, go ahead! Have at it!
Phoenix:
(I might be more impressed if I knew what he did for it... specifically.)
About the bombing
Phoenix:
Could you tell us what you know about the incidents from the other day?
Cosmos:
Hmm............ I refuse!
Phoenix:
What?
Cosmos:
Explaining is a job for common folk, not the director of the center of the cosmos! My testimony -- which will go down in space history -- will be heard in the courtroom!
Athena:
What? So does that mean you'll be taking the stand tomorrow?
Cosmos:
That is correct! I will be the most glorious witness in the history of mankind!
Phoenix:
(I'm not sure he really understands what being a "witness" is all about...)
Athena:
Looks like Director Cosmos is the type that only talks about what he wants to talk about.
Phoenix:
Then let's at least try to ask him about the things he might be willing to open up about.
About HAT-1
Phoenix:
The HAT-1 was a rocket that was launched into space seven years ago, correct? And despite numerous problem, it somehow made its way back home...?
Cosmos:
...Hm. I suppose it IS part of my job to educate ignorant young folk like you. Very well! I will impart to you the complete story of the HAT-1 Project!
Phoenix:
Oh, uh, thank you very much.
Cosmos:
HAT-1's noble mission was to collect samples from an asteroid! And Mr. Starbuck was the pilot for that flight. Eventually, the HAT-1 reached its planned orbit... ...from where it launched the Hope probe towards the asteroid belt! From there, the Hope probe began its long, lonely journey into the far reaches of space! Then, after a terrifying struggle, the HAT-1 returned safely to Earth.
Athena:
That struggle was when the incident known as the HAT-1 Miracle occurred, right?
Cosmos:
Correct. And it truly was a miracle. Of course, they just had to turn the ordeal into a movie. As for the Hope probe, it did eventually arrive safely at its destination! It obtained a few samples from the asteroid, and returned to Earth but a few days ago!
Phoenix:
So what kind of samples are they? What's in them?
Cosmos:
............The samples are scheduled for analysis in the near future. We haven't had time, since they just came back the day before Terran's murder. Regrettably, we've had no time to inspect the samples due to everything that has occurred. But this puts our space development program ahead of other countries by several years!
Phoenix:
That's quite impressive. (I guess this guy isn't just a loud-mouthed braggart after all...)
Cosmos:
In the golden age of space development... ...our predecessors were successful in bringing a moon rock back. That is the greatest achievement in the history of this space center! The public fell in love with space and all of its glorious potential.
Phoenix:
A moon rock, huh? I remember that being big.
Cosmos:
Our endeavours with the moon rock lives on in our work with those asteroid samples! I want to bestow new hopes and dreams for the future upon mankind once again! That is my mission, as the man who stands at the center of the cosmos!
Athena:
I hear there's lots of research into moon rocks and star dust from asteroids these days. They say the results could potentially have a huge impact on all of civilization! It's like we're in a new space race with every other country out there.
Cosmos:
What?! Bite your tongue! It's not for anything so base as money or politics! It's all for the brilliant future that awaits mankind! And all for... my illustrious mission! With the recent budget cuts, my staff tells me finances are tight, but I won't hear it!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess even a space program has to watch its budget...) By the way, you seem awfully knowledgeable about this kind of thing, Athena...
Athena:
Huh? Oh, w-well, you know... I thought I'd better brush up... for the case!
Phoenix:
Is that so...?
Present
Clay's Autopsy Report or Utility Knife
Cosmos:
What a shame. Truly. Clay was so young... He was an outstanding man who could have contributed greatly to the future of mankind.
Phoenix:
He was an exceptional man, wasn't he.
Cosmos:
If he had gone into space, my reputation would have grown even loftier! Why did he have to die before he went into space?!
Phoenix:
(Someone needs to teach him he is not the literal center of the cosmos...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Excuse me, but about this piece of evidence...
Cosmos:
Let me ask YOU a question. What will that object contribute to the future of mankind?!
Phoenix:
What? Uh, not much, I guess...
Cosmos:
Hmph. Then how important could it be? Quite unlike the great historical figure, Yuri Cosmos! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(If he's any more self-absorbed, he'll turn into his very own black hole.)
Cosmos:
Well, I will be on my way. As you can see, I am a very busy, and very important man! Galactic Scooter! Fire up the main engine! Max battle speed! And... engage!
Phoenix:
(That thing is surprisingly fast.) I guess we'd better get going, too.
Athena:
You bet! Let's make it so!
Talk
What to do
Athena:
Athena Cykes is fine!
Phoenix:
Huh? What was that all about?
Athena:
I thought I'd better get fired up twice as much, to make up for Apollo being gone! For starters, I thought I'd imitate him.
Phoenix:
So you were doing a voice workout, huh?
Athena:
Yup! You have to push your voice up from the pit of your stomach! Hold it! There's a contradiction in the witness's statement!
Phoenix:
You're really serious about this.
Athena:
Objection! You are lying! The true culprit is... the judge!
Phoenix:
What?! Then who's going to hand down the verdict?
Athena:
Oh. I didn't think of that.
Any ideas?
Phoenix:
So what do you think we should do next?
Athena:
Oh, that's right!
Phoenix:
What is it, Athena?
Athena:
I just remembered I forgot to go running today. I was so taken up with what happened to Apollo, it slipped my mind!
Phoenix:
Uh, that wasn't what I was asking.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Athena:
My badge is starting to look pretty good on me, don't you think?
Phoenix:
It suits you well.
Athena:
I'm starting to feel like it gives me more dignity and presence, too!
Phoenix:
(I think she might be expecting a little too much from one tiny little badge...)
Anything else
Athena:
All right. Let's see. I'm getting the sense... ...that you are perplexed by this piece of evidence!
Phoenix:
Uh, well... I guess that's true.
Athena:
You see? Even the simple act of presenting evidence reveals your underlying emotions.
Phoenix:
I guess I'd better be careful when I present evidence, then.
December 19
Cosmos Space Center - Boarding Lounge
Phoenix:
So this is where Mr. Terran was murdered...
Athena:
Yeah, this is the lounge. Let's see that diagram the police made again. Right now we're in the main building here on the right side, on the third floor. Clay and Mr. Starbuck fled here from Launch Pad 1 after the explosion.
Policeman:
You there! No admittance without express permission!
Athena:
We're Mr. Starbuck's lawyers. We've come to investigate...
Policeman:
Sorry! Nobody gets in without permission. Not even the police superintendent! Can't have Detective Fulbright getting mad at me!
Phoenix:
So Detective Fulbright is here, huh?
Policeman:
Yeah, he's in the Launch Pad 1 Corridor. Go get clearance from him, and then we'll talk!
Athena:
Leave it to me! I'm great at getting intel out of Detective Fulbright! Let's see. What trick should I use on him today?
Phoenix:
(I don't know if I should be grateful or afraid.)
Athena:
So... to get to the Launch Pad 1 Corridor... ...we just have to go through that door with the blue rocket on it, I think.
Phoenix:
Wait. That door... It looks awfully familiar...
Athena:
Good eye there, Boss. This is the door Clay and Mr. Starbuck used during their escape from the launch pad.
Phoenix:
Ah, that explains it.
Athena:
The fingerprint system has been deactivated, so I think we can just pass through. Now, come on! Let's go!
December 19
Cosmos Space Center - Launch Pad 1 Corridor
Phoenix:
So this is it, huh? This is the corridor the two of them used in their escape.
Athena:
Yup. This is the only thing connecting Launch Pad 1 with the main building.
Phoenix:
I see police tape down at the other end. Guess we won't be looking at the launch pad.
Athena:
After the explosion, this whole corridor must've been filled with smoke.
Phoenix:
And the launch pad itself was probably a sea of flames. Must've been pretty scary for them.
Athena:
...Now, where could Detective Fulbright be...? Hey, I think that's him over there!
Fulbright:
Hmm... What should I do? Which path is the path of justice...?
Athena:
He seems to be lost... That's funny. This corridor is a straight shot.
Fulbright:
...Huh? Ah, it's you lawyer people! Welcome to the Space Center! Enjoying a relaxing day off, are you? Here for a little rocket sightseeing?
Phoenix:
We're here to investigate the scene, same as you. Do you have any info to share?
Athena:
Boss, if he acts at all reluctant to give us information... ...we hit him with the "Whatever shall we do?" act! I'm sure he'll fall for it! Got it?!
Phoenix:
(Are we trying to catch the unruly family dog here or something?)
Fulbright:
Info on the case, huh? .........All right! I'll gladly share some with you!
Athena:
Huh? What just happened?
Fulbright:
Detectives and lawyers, seeking truth and justice side by side! I like it! Just take whatever you want from me, you info bandits! I'm in a generous mood today!
Athena:
I dunno... There's something weird about Detective Fulbright today...
Phoenix:
Well, we need information, so let's run with it.
Athena:
If you say so...
Talk
The crime scene
Phoenix:
Detective Fulbright, could you give us permission to investigate the crime scene?
Athena:
There's an office on guard, and we can't get in. Oh, whatever shall we do?
Fulbright:
That's an easy one! I'll let them know over there to let you in! Investigate to your heart's content! Take a week if you need it! A month, even! Shall I have some snacks delivered? One of my men gives a mean neck rub!
Phoenix:
Uh, no... that's okay. But thanks. (Definitely NOT the Fulbright I know...)
Athena:
Detective Fulbright is acting sickeningly sweet. It's kinda gross, actually. Do you think he hit his head or something?
Phoenix:
Who knows. Whatever the case, it's making our lives way easier.
What happened, exactly?
Phoenix:
You were here at the Space Center at the time of the incidents, weren't you, Detective?
Fulbright:
That's right! I was here on a security assignment!
Athena:
The police are required to secure rocket launches now! I didn't know that.
Fulbright:
U-Um, yes. Well, you know us! To serve and protect! Ha ha ha ha! The explosions occurred while I was here on duty, so I started leading the evacuation!
Phoenix:
(He's leaving out a lot of details, but okay...) Could you tell us more about what happened?
Fulbright:
Of course! A bomb went off on the second floor of the main building. Right after that, the one over in Launch Pad 1 also blew sky high. So I immediately instructed the visitors and the employees to evacuate to the shelter!
Phoenix:
The shelter...?
Fulbright:
That's right! There's an evacuation shelter in the basement of the Space Center. It's there for accidents and emergencies and the like!
Athena:
So where were you when the first bomb went off?
Fulbright:
I was on duty on the fourth floor. It was quite the madhouse, I tell you! The elevator wasn't working, on account of the explosion... ...and the stairs on the second floor were destroyed, so we couldn't go that way.
Athena:
Then wasn't it impossible to get down to the basement shelter?
Fulbright:
No. We lowered an emergency ladder from a fourth floor window and escaped that way. It was a folding ladder, so it wasn't very stable, but at least it reached the ground! After I secured the ladder, I left to take another look around for any other survivors. Once everyone else got out safely, I made my way down, too, and headed to the shelter.
Athena:
Wow, what an ordeal...! But climbing down an emergency ladder kinda sounds fun!
Phoenix:
Thank you for your answers. Detective. They were very helpful.
Fulbright:
Just a moment! I have some more information to share with you! But don't tell Prosecutor Blackquill, okay?
Athena:
Wow, and Prosecutor Blackquill usually has you on a short leash, too...
Fulbright:
Well, never mind that! Ha ha! I thought you should know that there was a witness.
The witness
Phoenix:
Could you tell us more about this witness?
Fulbright:
Sure thing! The witness was a Space Center employee who was on the fourth floor. While she was climbing down, she looked through a window into the third floor lounge.
Athena:
So... she was looking into the crime scene from the outside?
Fulbright:
That's right! It was just a matter of chance that she saw something important. Not that I know what she saw exactly yet, though.
Athena:
You don't? But that's the most important thing of all...
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Don't you worry! I'll get around to interviewing her soon enough! She should still be somewhere here in the Space Center. You might even run into her!
Phoenix:
A fourth-floor employee, huh? All right. Thanks for the info, Detective Fulbright!
Present
Terran's Autopsy Report or Utility Knife
Fulbright:
The victim went to all that trouble to save the defendant... ...and then he was mercilessly killed! Is there no justice in this world?!
Phoenix:
Justice was trampled underfoot that day.
Fulbright:
That's right. Acts of justice and selflessness are not always rewarded... It pains me to say it, but I've come to realize the truth in that recently.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like he and his personal philosophy are going through a mid-life crisis.)
Evacuation Report
Fulbright:
When the explosions occurred, everyone was on the verge of panic. But the important thing is that no one from the general public was hurt. And it was all thanks to the evacuation effort we headed up!
Phoenix:
After that, you escaped the building yourself as well, right?
Fulbright?
Me? Escape?! Nonsense! I wanted to run straight towards the blasts! It was the other detectives who stopped me. "We gotta get you to somewhere safe, sir!" they said.
Phoenix:
I know you wanted to help, but it sounds like you were adding work to your fellow officers.
Anything else
Fulbright:
Something for the lost and found? I'll be sure to take care of it!
Phoenix:
No, no, no! This is an important piece of evidence!
Athena:
Gee, you sure are being cooperative, Detective. A little TOO cooperative, even...
Fulbright:
Yes, well... Actually... I...
Phoenix:
Something you can't talk about...?
Fulbright:
Yes, something like that. Anyway, never mind! Don't worry about me! W-Well, I'll be on my way, now!
Phoenix:
What was that all about?
Athena:
Something is definitely going on. I'm going to get it out of him the next time I see him.
Phoenix:
O-Okay... (I'm not so sure he'll talk about it, though.) Well, we have permission to investigate now. Let's head back to the boarding lounge.
December 19
Cosmos Space Center - Boarding Lounge
Policeman:
Ah, you two! Detective Fulbright has granted you permission to investigate! He also said I should bring you some snacks or give you a neck rub, too, if you'd like...
Athena:
Oh, uh, that's all right. But thank you for the offer.
Phoenix:
Well, time to roll up our sleeves and start investigating. Now, let's see... Where's that diagram again? So, this lounge is on the third floor of the main building. And according to Apollo, this is where he believes a third party killed his friend.
Athena:
Well, let's stop the recap and start looking for traces of this third person then!
Phoenix:
You read my mind, Athena. We'll make that our first priority. There's just one problem, though. This room... It's just so big...
Athena:
Don't worry, we can use this to help us!
Phoenix:
A Space Center pamphlet? For tourists?
Athena:
Yup! Picked it up at the entrance. The maps inside should come in handy! Let's see... Yup. Here it is. A map of the lounge. This is the door we went through to talk to Detective Fulbright.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah. That's the door with the fingerprint recognition lock. Well, I guess this map will make things a little easier.
Space Center Pamphlet added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Yeah! No more excuses! Let's track down the third person!
Phoenix:
...Wait. There's just one more thing. What's that strange creature moving around outside the window?
Athena:
Oh, Boss... It's just a holographic image.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah. I knew that. (Whew, that's a relief.)
Athena:
There should be a button somewhere in this room to turn the image on and off. That's what it says in the pamphlet, anyway.
Phoenix:
The only reason you're so eager to start is so that you can push that button, isn't it?
Athena:
And what's wrong with that? Let's just look for the button while we're looking for clues.
Phoenix:
All right. Fine. Let's get investigating!
Examine
Window
Athena:
A window. And it's right next to the holographic image, too. I bet it's here to help people see the stark contrast between reality and virtual reality.
Phoenix:
Way off. It says, "Emergency Ventilation." You know, to clear smoke from a fire.
Athena:
See? It's pointing out the virtual insanity of reality!
Control Room door or elevator door
Phoenix:
So it looks like there are three doors that lead in and out of this room.
Athena:
Well, let's check... Drum roll, please! Ta-da! The Space Center pamphlet. We're here, at this place that says "Boarding Lounge 1." Here are the three doors. Hmm, let's call them "Lefty," "Righty," and "Downy."
Phoenix:
People usually say "west," "east," and "south" in a case like this, you know.
Athena:
Details, details. Anyway, take a look at the west door. That door with the rocket icon leads to Launch Pad 1! I know because it says here on the map "Launch Pad 1 Corridor."
Phoenix:
So that's where we were with the detective. It was filled with smoke after the explosion.
Athena:
Right. Next up! The right-hand side of the map, or "east," in your world. That's the door with the satellite dish icon to signify communication, aka, the control room!
Phoenix:
Yup, it definitely says "Control Room." Looks like it has another door on the opposite side.
Athena:
They communicate and exchange information with rockets and probes in space from there. So, it's the "center" of the Space Center... The "Space Center Center," if you will.
Phoenix:
(Does everybody start to talk like Director Cosmos after they've been here a while?)
Athena:
But, it seems that they built a new Command Center on the sixth floor. That's what they used for the HAT-2 mission, so this Control Room was empty at the time.
Phoenix:
I've always wanted to see the inside of a mission control room, and since we're here...
Athena:
I'd love to do that too, but it doesn't look like we'll be able to. They want to keep curious kids like you out... ...so the door is protected with fingerprint recognition. Only the director can go through.
Phoenix:
(With that much security, I'm definitely not the one they're looking to keep out, Athena.)
Athena:
So apparently, the lock is also hooked up to a backup generator in case of emergencies.
Control Room Door Lock added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Okay. What about that last door?
Athena:
This lower door... Oh, excuse me. I mean, "South door"? It leads to the elevators!
Phoenix:
This is the door we came through when we entered this room, right?
Athena:
Yup. And, of course, there was no fingerprint recognition device, so it's open to anyone.
Phoenix:
But the elevators weren't working at the time due to the explosion...
Athena:
Well, that's about it for the Three Muskedoors of the boarding lounge!
Phoenix:
Thanks. Understanding the layout of the lounge should help us understand the case. That's why I thought we'd better have a good grasp of where all the doors go.
Outline on floor
Phoenix:
So this is where they discovered Clay.
Athena:
Yeah. He was already dead when they found him. Let's take a look at the photo.
Phoenix:
So he was stretched out like this and... Huh? What's that thing that looks like a thermos?
Athena:
That's the thing that Prosecutor Blackquill mentioned when I was in court with Apollo. He said that it contains asteroid samples.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. Director Cosmos mentioned something about that too, didn't he? That they were brought back only five days ago by the probe that the HAT-1 launched.
Athena:
I wonder what they look like... Do you think they'll let us see?!
Phoenix:
Let's think about that after we've solved the case, okay?
Holographic screen (right side)
Phoenix:
At first glance, it looks like a peaceful landscape, but then there's that creature...
Athena:
Didn't the Hope probe go to some planet? Maybe this is what its surface looked like.
Phoenix:
I dunno. I think it would've made the news if they discovered a creature like that.
Athena:
It did make quite a bit of news, though, when the probe came back.
Phoenix:
Yeah... But the Hope probe didn't even go to a planet. It went to an asteroid. That's a big rock kind of thing. Even aliens can't live there.
Holographic screen (left side)
Phoenix:
A bright, purple sky, plenty of greenery, and a tranquil lake. The idyllic scene stretches on as far as the eye can see. It's beautiful, but it lacks something to make it truly captivating.
Tables or chairs
Phoenix:
That's some pretty futuristic-looking furniture over there.
Athena:
According to the pamphlet, those are no ordinary chairs. They're like amusement park tea cup rides. You can power them yourself, it says. If you spin the table, your chair spins, too.
Phoenix:
Why would anybody want to have something like that here?
Athena:
It's for astronauts who have trouble with the device on the ceiling. No vertical spins... It says it's a training device that's easy on the eyes and on the body.
Phoenix:
(Can a person really call themselves an astronaut if they can't handle zero-g?)
Camera
Phoenix:
This must be the security camera that recorded the astronauts making their escape.
Athena:
Oh, let's commemorate this occasion with a... Love and Peace!
Phoenix:
If you're done now, shall we move on?
Athena:
Yeah, okay... But just one more for the road! Peeeaaace!
Phoenix:
(Very mature.)
Capsules
Phoenix:
These are apparently "oxygen capsules." They're for recovery after a training session.
Athena:
I wonder if they can change your voice? Testing, testing, one, two, three... Huh? It didn't do a thing.
Phoenix:
Uh, it's not helium, Athena. It's oxygen.
Mirror
Athena:
Oh, a mirror! How thoughtful of them to put one here.
Phoenix:
Thoughtful?
Athena:
So the ladies can fix their makeup! One's appearance is just as important in space as it is on Earth, you know! You never know when you're going to run into some other life form, after all!
Phoenix:
I doubt anybody who thinks like that would ever become an astronaut in the first place.
Buttons on table
Phoenix:
There's some kind of panel with two buttons on it here.
Athena:
"Just push it!" That's the invariable principle of buttons!
Phoenix:
(There are such things as buttons left unpushed...)
Athena:
Hey! The giant holographic image disappeared!
Phoenix:
Yeah, though that side of the wall seems kind of barren without it now. Still, let's see if we can't find anything new with the image off.
Buttons on table (second time)
Phoenix:
It's the button for the holographic image. If we push it... ...it apparently turns the image on and off.
Holographic screen (turned off)
Phoenix:
With the holographic image off, the screen is completely black, which for some reason... ...makes me think of losing an argument to Prosecutor Blackquill in court. (But at least it's got my brain revved up. I come up with my best ideas at times like these.)
Bullet hole on screen
Athena:
Hey, Mr. Wright! Take a look at this!
Phoenix:
It looks like a bullet hole. Great find, Athena.
Athena:
It's pretty big. Whoever fired this shot must have been using a pretty large gun.
Phoenix:
You think so? Based on my experience, I'd say this was fired from a regular pistol.
Athena:
Well, whatever size it was, somebody fired a gun in here, right?
Phoenix:
Apparently. This is an important fact. Do you see a bullet anywhere?
Athena:
No. The police might've taken it, though.
Bullet Hole added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Let's ask Detective Fulbright about this bullet hole later!
Launch Pad 1 door
Athena:
Let's see. This door is... Where's that pamphlet...? Here we are. It's the door to the corridor that leads to Launch Pad 1. We went through it earlier when we went to talk to Detective Fulbright.
Phoenix:
So, I guess the security lock must be disengaged now, right? They say the corridor was filled with smoke at the time of the bombing. This thing beside the door... This must be the fingerprint recognition device.
Athena:
Which reminds me! I think Prosecutor Blackquill talked about it at the trial.
Blackquill:
The notion of a third party in Launch Pad 1 is utterly absurd. Just to enter the area from the lounge... ...one must pass through a door guarded by a fingerprint recognition device. And allow me to state up front that there are precious few with the clearance to do so.
Phoenix:
Then, does this mean that the bomber's prints were verified by the system? (But the number of authorized personnel was supposed to be really small...)
Athena:
Voilà! Fingerprint powder! I brought it just in case something like this came up. I found it at the office. I've been just itching for a chance to use it!
Phoenix:
Wow. Way to think ahead! Now, let's dust the fingerprint recognition device and see what we can find.
Athena:
You got it! Now to sprinkle some here, and a little over there, aaaaand... fwwwwph! Let's see what we have here......... Oh! We got something! ...Aww, it's only a single set of prints.
Phoenix:
(Uh, isn't that a good thing?) Sure wish we could figure out whose prints these are. Although, I doubt we'll be so lucky as to get the culprit's prints on the first try.
Athena:
Well, I'm willing to bet that Detective Fulbright has some fingerprint data.
Phoenix:
Right. And there's the security footage of this door, too.
Athena:
Yes, here it is. It came up in court the other day.
Phoenix:
I wish we could see the part of the footage just after this bit.
Athena:
Oh, because that would be right before the murder, wouldn't it? Let's ask the detective. With the mood he's in, he'll probably show it to us right away!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, he's in almost TOO good of a mood today...) Let's go see if we can find him again once we're done with this room.
Fingerprint recognition device
Phoenix:
So this is the fingerprint recognition device. I guess you put your hand on this hand mark.
Athena:
Why guess when you can try! Now, to line my hand up with the outline...!
Phoenix:
Don't, Athena! This thing is related to the case! Get your prints all over that, and the next thing you know, you'll be named a suspect.
Athena:
Waaah! How can you be so cruel to a little girl like me?! *sniffle* *sob*
Phoenix:
(I'm not buying those tears, missy.)
Knob
Athena:
I wonder what this big knob is for. It looks like the knob on a stove.
Phoenix:
Well it's the same shape, but I think that's where the similarities end. I mean, it's behind a glass pane. What kind of stove would require knob security like this?
Athena:
Well, the knob is straight up and down. So if it was for a stove, the burner would be off.
Phoenix:
Right, if it was for a stove... Still, I wonder what it's really for.
Athena:
Something turned on by a knob that's NOT a stove?! Hmm... How about a rocket engine?
Phoenix:
If you had to start the engine here, the rocket would take off before you could get in.
Athena:
Then I guess all we can say for now is that it's a mystery knob!
Moon surface replica
Phoenix:
Here's another amazing piece of equipment. "Walk on the surface of the moon," it says.
Athena:
Oh, boy! I wanna try it! Gravity is weak on the moon, so I bet I could do midair somersaults!
Phoenix:
We're still on Earth, remember? Besides, it's connected to the ceiling.
Athena:
Well, at least I could jump really high!
Phoenix:
There's a sign on the wall that very clearly says, "Don't jump too high!"
Athena:
Then what good is this thing?!
Phoenix:
Uh, didn't I say in the beginning, "Walk on the surface of the moon"?
Trash chute
Phoenix:
What's this? A trapdoor?
Athena:
It's a trash chute. The cleaning robots throws [sic] the garbage out from here.
Phoenix:
The robots do the cleaning? What a futuristic world we live in. I just hope they don't revolt like they do in science fiction movies.
Athena:
No way. All the robots here are very nice. Actually, wasn't there one in the Launch Pad 1 corridor? We can go say "hi" to it if you want.
Glowing thing inside grate
Athena:
Hey! I see something shiny down there!
Phoenix:
Let's take this cover off, then.
Athena:
What's this? It looks like a metal jelly bean.
Phoenix:
It's really small, but it's a bullet. It's only about two to three millimeters in diameter. Let's see, that would make the caliber... .10?
Athena:
"Caliber" refers to the diameter of a gun's barrel, right?
Phoenix:
Yes. But I've never heard of a .10 caliber gun before. This bullet must be for a special kind of gun.
Athena:
I bet if you tried firing a bullet this small with a regular-sized gun... ...it would just fall right out.
Phoenix:
Yeah, it must've been a really small gun.
Athena:
I wonder how the bullet ended up here? I mean, we're in the bottom left, on the South door side of the room, according to this map. That's pretty far from where Clay's body was. Maybe the police didn't think to look here.
Phoenix:
Yeah, leave it to Detective Fulbright to accidentally hand us just the card we need.
Bullet added to the Court Record.
Grate (second time)
Athena:
I still can't believe we spotted that bullet here. And it's so tiny, too!
Phoenix:
I guess I have pretty sharp eyes.
Athena:
What are you talking about?! I'm the one who found it! Not you!
Phoenix:
Oh, right. Yeah, of course. (Is that how it happened...?)
Device on ceiling
Phoenix:
No matter how I look at it, all I can think of is "torture device." But I guess it's a training device for getting used to zero-gravity? (Uh-oh. Athena has an odd glint in her eye... Is she thinking about trying that thing out? I should try to stop her... but I'm afraid she'll just out-muscle me!)
Athena:
Hey, Mr. Wright! Look at that up there!
Phoenix:
Some kind of fragment? It's stuck in tight... (Oh, so that's what the glint was all about!)
Athena:
That color looks familiar... I think it's part of an oxygen tank!
Phoenix:
I think you're right. But if that's here... ...it means Clay's tank ruptured AFTER they arrived at the boarding lounge.
Athena:
So Prosecutor Blackquill's theory that Mr. Starbuck dropped Clay down the ladder... ...must be wrong! This proves that both of the astronauts were alive when they reached they boarding lounge!
Phoenix:
So, Apollo was right. The scene of the murder wasn't the launch pad.
Athena:
Hee hee! Way to go, Apollo!
Examine again (after finding all clues)
Phoenix:
(It looks like we've examined pretty much everything here now, but just in case...)
Present
Space Center Pamphlet
Phoenix:
Do you happen to know anything about this?
Athena:
Huh? That?
Phoenix:
Any new ideas, maybe?
Athena:
O-Oh, I dunno! Ha ha ha ha ha! H-Hey, did you catch the game on TV last weekend?!
Phoenix:
(Huh? Why is she avoiding the topic?)
???:
Welcome to the Space Center, guests! Welcome!
Phoenix:
Yikes! Wh-What in the world?!
???:
My name is Ponco! P-O-N-C-O! Ponco! Are you sightseeing? Are you lost? Are you looking around? Choose one! I will guide you!
Phoenix:
I-It's... a robot?
Ponco:
I am not a robot! I am Ponco! Psychological Observation and... ...Navigation COmpanion! P-O-N-C-O! Ponco!
Phoenix:
(Well, I'm glad we got that cleared up.)
Athena:
Oh, Ponco! I've missed you!
Phoenix:
Huh? Do you know this thing, Athena?
Athena:
Oh, uh... She, uh... showed us around the last time, when I came here with Apollo. Oh, you're such a good girl, Ponco! That's a good girl!
Ponco:
Oh, thank you! Thank you! I'm so happy! So very happy!
Phoenix:
Wow, a guide robot. That's pretty cool. My name is Phoenix Wright. Nice to meet you.
Ponco:
I don't know you! I don't know you!
Phoenix:
Huh? (Ouch. That hurt.)
Athena:
Oh, she has to register people she meets for the first time. Please register him, Ponco.
Ponco:
Certainly! Commencing guest registration! Please tell me your name. A nickname is fine, too!
Athena:
His name is "Phoenix."
Phoenix:
(A bit overly familiar, but I'll allow it.)
Ponco:
Phoenix, please let me get a good look at your face!
Phoenix:
Oh, uh, sure.
Ponco:
Registering... Facial registration sequence, complete! We are now officially friends! Nice to meet you, Phoenix!
Phoenix:
(Huh... This robot is pretty cute...)
Athena:
You made a friend, Boss! Isn't it great?
Ponco:
Phoenix! Athena! Allow me to guide you! Right this way!
Athena:
Oh, goody! Let's go, Boss!
Phoenix:
(G-Go where?)
December 19
Cosmos Space Center - Space Museum
Phoenix:
Oh, wow! What IS this place?! Is... Is that rocket real?!
Ponco:
Welcome! Welcome! The Space Museum is open to the public every day of the year from 9 AM to 7 PM! Learn about the history of our nation's space development and the HAT-1 project! The rocket is just a replica, but it's the same size as the real one!
Athena:
The Space Museum... Oh, here it is on the map.
Phoenix:
Okay, so it's on the exact opposite side of the main building from Launch Pad 1.
Space Center Pamphlet updated in the Court Record.
Ponco:
Ask me anything! Anything! I will explain!
Talk
The HAT-1
Phoenix:
This is quite the place. I can't believe we get to see a rocket this close up.
Ponco:
This is a replica of the HAT-1 that was launched seven years ago! It's exactly like that real HAT-1, inside and out! Its little brother, the HAT-2, was supposed to launch the other day!
Phoenix:
(...I wonder if Ponco knows why the launch was canceled.)
Ponco:
Over there is an exhibit about the launch seven years ago! Check it out! Check it out!
Phoenix:
(Space suits, photos, newspaper articles... I'd like to come here again on a day off. ...Hey, what's this a photo of?)
Ponco:
Phoenix! That's the staff of the HAT-1 project!
Phoenix:
Oh, there's Mr. Starbuck! He looks so young, and so different.
Athena:
Ah! And that's... That's...
Phoenix:
What is it, Athena? Is something wrong?
Athena:
Oh! N-Nothing... I... just thought Mr. Starbuck looked really young, too, that's all.
Phoenix:
Well, it was seven years ago, after all. So the young guy standing next to Mr. Starbuck...
Athena:
...Is Clay Terran... The victim.
Phoenix:
So they were mentor and protégé even way back then... And he's even got one of the staff jackets. He looks just like a regular staff member.
Ponco:
No! Clay was still a student then! He just borrowed one of Solomon's old jackets.
Phoenix:
Ah, okay. That makes sense. Clay would've still been in high school seven years ago. (Everybody looks so happy.) This Space Museum is great! What fantastic exhibits!
Ponco:
This area used to be Launch Pad 2. That's why the only entrance is on the third floor.
Phoenix:
Wouldn't it be better if they just made a new ground-floor entrance instead?
Ponco:
There was talk of it, but they had to scrap their plans because of the budget cuts. Budget cuts! Budget cuts! We need more money! Money!
Phoenix:
(Who would record that kind of information into a guide robot?)
Ponco:
While it was in space, the HAT-1 launched a probe called "Hope." The Hope probe collected some samples from an asteroid and returned five days ago!
Phoenix:
(That's what Director Cosmos said, too. He told us it came back the day before Clay was killed.)
Ponco:
And here it is. The Hope space probe!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I think I've seen that logo somewhere before. Let's see... Oh yeah, the capsule that the victim was carrying... I think it had the same logo... I think it can be seen in the photo attached to the autopsy report. Maybe she'll give me some more info if I show it to her.)
Launch pad layout
Ponco:
The way the Space Center launch pad is set up is really cool! Would you like me to tell you about it? Would you?
Phoenix:
The setup of the launch pad? (Go gentle on my spiky-haired mind...)
Athena:
I want to know! I want to know! Phoenix wants to know, too!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now Athena's got a case of Ponco-itis.)
Ponco:
Hooray! I will tell you, then! The rocket is built right inside the launch pad structure. When the rocket is complete, it's moved along with the launch pad over the rails... ...and brought into position at the launch site! Isn't it cool? Isn't it? We used to have a big budget, so that's how we could build it all!
Phoenix:
It's very cool. A grand setup that suits an important place like the Space Center. (I guess everyone is hoping for a bigger budget next year... Myself included.)
Athena:
I'm guessing the whole thing is operated from the Control Room, huh.
Ponco:
That it is! But it can also be operated from the new Command Center, too! Either way, the safety lock in the boarding lounge has to first be disengaged!
Phoenix:
I guess before a big move like that can be carried out, there are all kinds of procedures.
Athena:
I would love to see the launch pad being moved! When's the next one scheduled for?
Ponco:
Searching data............ All future plans have been put on hold.
Phoenix:
(Because of the bombing and the murder, I'll bet... which is perfectly understandable.)
Athena:
Well, when was the last time it was moved?
Ponco:
Searching data........................ I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That answer isn't in my answer database.
Phoenix:
(I guess Ponco can only answer certain questions.)
Present
Terran's Autopsy Report (after clearing "The HAT-1" Talk option)
Phoenix:
Ponco, do you recognize this capsule here in the top right?
Ponco:
Checking registered data......... ! I know! I know! It's the Hope capsule! It was carried inside the Hope probe.
Phoenix:
It contained the asteroid samples, right?
Ponco:
Yes! It was designed to store the samples gathered by the Hope probe. It's been stored in the safe in Launch Pad 1 ever since it returned to Earth. It must not be removed! It must not be removed!
Athena:
Don't worry, Ponco. The people in charge already know what happened.
Ponco:
They do? They do? I must ask them later.
Phoenix:
So the capsule was being kept in Launch Pad 1, huh? Maybe Clay was trying to carry it to safety after the explosion...
Athena:
The Space Center staff must've been really excited to finally get the capsule back. But it's a pity this incident occurred before they got a chance to check the contents.
Phoenix:
Well, the police took it as evidence, so they'll have to wait a little longer.
"Hope" Capsule added to the Court Record.
"Hope" Capsule
Ponco:
The capsule from the space probe "Hope"! The probe separated from the HAT-1 in space and went to an asteroid! It took seven years, but it found its way back to Earth a few days ago! Welcome home!
Athena:
I can't believe you still don't remember -- you say, "It's back!" not "Welcome home!"
Ponco:
It's back! It's back!
Phoenix:
Wait, why do you know what she was taught?
Athena:
Huh? Oh, uh... when I came here with Apollo... I heard a member of the staff teach her...!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I can't help but think I'm missing something here...)
Space Center Diagram or Space Center Pamphlet
Ponco:
This facility is Yuri Cosmos's greatest achievement!
Phoenix:
Oh? I didn't realize it was the personal achievement of just one man.
Ponco:
Director Cosmos taught me to say it like that. It's actually a facility for space development, but don't tell anyone I said that!
Athena:
How could Director Cosmos teach such a pure and innocent little robot to lie for him?
Anything else
Ponco:
I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't know anything about that.
Phoenix:
Oh, okay. No problem.
Ponco:
I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I wasn't helpful! I'll try to do better in the future! Please don't hate me!
Phoenix:
(The poor thing. Now I feel bad for asking...)
Phoenix:
Well, we certainly learned a lot about the Space Museum.
Athena:
Thank you, Ponco. You explained everything very well.
Ponco:
I love to explain! Thank you for listening! Thank you!
Phoenix:
You two are like old friends. It's hard to believe you just met recently.
Athena:
Hee hee! It's because Ponco is so friendly!
Phoenix:
Well, what should we investigate next?
Athena:
Let's go find Detective Fulbright! We have things to ask him about.
Phoenix:
(Let's see. The security footage and the fingerprint data, was it?) Okay, then let's go back to the Launch Pad 1 corridor.
Athena:
Bye, Ponco! See you later!
Ponco:
Come again! Come again! And don't forget to visit the gift shop!
Phoenix:
(Poor Ponco... What a Dickensian life we are all forced to lead.)
Wright Anything Agency
Present
Space Center Pamphlet
Trucy:
Space, huh... I'd sure love to go up there someday. Will you take me, Daddy?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. It's not like taking somebody to an amusement park, you know.
Trucy:
Well, you hardly ever take me to one of those, either! You either say, "I don't have any money" or "I don't have time"!
Phoenix:
F-Fine. I'll take you on my next day off.
Trucy:
You're the best, Daddy!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. (I'm no match for Trucy...)
December 19Cosmos Space Center - Launch Pad 1 Corridor
Fulbright:
Hmm... What should I do? Which path is the path of justice...?
Athena:
There's Detective Fulbright! He still seems to be lost, even though it's a straight corridor.
Phoenix:
Let's hope he's still in a cooperative mood as well, then.
Athena:
If he doesn't cooperate, then I'll just have to use my powers on him.
Phoenix:
(...You mean that "lady in distress" bit?)
Talk
Bullet hole at the scene
Phoenix:
We found a bullet hole in the wall at the crime scene.
Fulbright:
You did?! Our team found that, too! It was Detective Arme who fired that bullet!
Phoenix:
Detective Arme?
Fulbright:
That's right! A warning shot for the defendant!
Phoenix:
Was it really such a high-threat situation that she needed to do that?
Fulbright:
I'm afraid I don't know the details, what with Detective Arme gone and all...
Athena:
But I thought there were two people who discovered the crime scene together?!
Phoenix:
We already know Director Cosmos will testify, so tomorrow will be about what he knows...
Fulbright:
Hey, you're pretty smart! That's exactly what we're planning to serve as the main course!
Phoenix:
(I hope it goes down easy...)
Fingerprint data
Athena:
Detective, we'd like to run a comparison on some prints we found in the boarding lounge.
Fulbright:
Ah, yes! I just happened to have compiled the print data of everyone related to this case! I can always make another copy for myself, so it's all yours! Consider it a gift.
Phoenix:
This... is quite a bit of data.
Fulbright:
Well, when I said "everyone," I meant it! Prosecutor Blackquill said to dig deep, so that's what I did! It sure took a while, though!
Athena:
Whoa, he got Apollo and my prints... He even got prints for all of the robots...
Phoenix:
(I guess when Blackquill said to dig deep, Fulbright didn't bother to ask how deep...)
Athena:
Ah! Clay's fingerprints are here, too!
Fulbright:
I personally removed his glove during the investigation. We had to get his fingerprints to confirm his identity, after all.
Athena:
I still can't believe you took off his glove to get his fingerprints...
Fulbright:
Yeah, well, you can't blame me for thinking they're important in this case. There are a lot of doors that require fingerprint verification in the lounge. So depending on whose prints we find, it can completely change the tide for both sides!
Phoenix:
Makes sense. After all, the culprit's prints did get them past the fingerprint lock somehow.
Fulbright:
Oh! And take this picture. It might come in handy.
Phoenix:
Isn't this just a photo of the Launch Pad 1 door?
Fulbright:
Yup. But Prosecutor Blackquill seemed really interested in it for some reason.
Phoenix:
Huh? What's so important about this door?
Fulbright:
Beats me, but boy could you see the gears in his head go into hyperdrive at it.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like this is going to be a major point of contention tomorrow...)
Athena:
Hey, don't forget about the print comparison, Boss!
Phoenix:
Right. Detective Fulbright, do you think you could run the test for us right now?
Fulbright:
You just leave it to me! In justice we trust!!! Okay, here we go. Well, it looks like it was Mr. Starbuck who opened that security door.
Phoenix:
He must've opened it when they went to go board the rocket.
Athena:
His heart must've been full of hopes and dreams for his space adventure right then...
Launch Pad 1 Door Lock updated in the Court Record.
Present
Security Camera Video
Phoenix:
Detective, about the security footage that was taken by the Boarding Lounge 1 camera...
Fulbright:
Oh, that footage? Go ahead and ask me anything you'd like about it!
Phoenix:
Is there any way I could see a little more of the part just after this?
Fulbright:
Easy as pie! I'd be glad to show you! Here we go!
Phoenix:
Huh? The screen went blank.
Fulbright:
Yes. Apparently, the aftereffects of the explosion damaged the wires. So there's no footage after this point. Ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(Why didn't you just say so from the beginning?)
Security Camera Video updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Something definitely seems to be up with you, Detective. You're unusually cooperative.
Fulbright:
Well, I just figure if we work together, we'll get that much closer to justice, right?
Athena:
But it seems like something's really been bothering you. You don't have some ulterior motive, do you?
Fulbright:
What? I don't know what you're talking about! I would never do anything like that!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(It's been a while... but those are definitely Psyche-Locks...)
Fulbright:
Hm? Did you just mouth "Psyched"? Is there something I should be psyched about?
Phoenix:
No, no. "Psyche-Lock." It's a system of locks on the secrets in a person's heart. I can see when people are trying to hide those secrets by using the power of this Magatama. (Presenting evidence can break those locks... ...and reveal any secrets they're hiding.)
Fulbright:
M-Mr. Wright... How much did they bilk you out of for that piece of rock? If you've been swindled, I know some lawyers I can introduce you to!
Phoenix:
(I'm more than capable of representing myself, thank you very much.) It isn't some kind of fraud. It really works. A friend gave it to me a long time ago. But I guess seeing is believing. Allow me to show you! (I can use the Magatama on him by touching it (X).)
Talk
What you can't say
Athena:
Detective Fulbright sure is in an oddly eager mood today. Still, something seems to be bothering him...
Phoenix:
As long as you're being forthcoming, why don't you share what's bothering you with us?
Fulbright:
Well! That would be... Hmm...
Athena:
You seem very torn. It has something to do with the case, doesn't it? Oh, whatever shall we do? The detective has a secret, but he won't tell us!
Fulbright:
Oh, no! There's a lady in distress! And yet...
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Athena:
Huh. That didn't work. Usually he'd be telling us anything we wanted to know by now.
Phoenix:
(Yeah... But what kind of detective does that? I guess now's the time to use my Magatama (X) and undo these Psyche-Locks.)
Magatama
Phoenix:
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Why You're Being Cooperative --
Phoenix:
I think you're hiding something, Detective, so why don't you just tell us about it?
Fulbright:
Hmm... What to do? Which path is the path of justice...?
Phoenix:
(Detective Fulbright is really in agony. I bet this is the issue he's so torn up over...)
Life
Phoenix:
I bet I know why you're troubled. You're exhausted by the rollercoaster known as life!
Fulbright:
Th-That's exactly right! I'm troubled by life in general. I've been thinking about quitting the force and going into space. Yup, you hit it right on the head! Ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(...More like I hit my thumb on that one. All right, let's try that again.)
Leads back to:
"(I bet this is the issue he's so torn up over...)"
Love
Phoenix:
I bet I know what's bothering you. You're troubled by love!
Fulbright:
Wh-What?! How did you know?! I put my pet carp "Love" in with my goldfish, and the next thing I knew... ...all the little goldfish were gone! Love had eaten them all! *sob* My poor little goldfishies! *sniffle* Oh, I loved you so!
Phoenix:
(I guess Love really CAN cause a lot of heartache, huh. Anyway...)
Leads back to:
"(I bet this is the issue he's so torn up over...)"
Justice
Leads to:
"I really understand what's been bothering you, Detective. I truly do."
Phoenix:
I really understand what's been bothering you, Detective. I truly do. Something happened that goes against your principles, isn't that right?
Fulbright:
U-Uh, no... I don't know what you're talking about... Until the explosions occurred, everything was just fine!
Phoenix:
Is that a fact?
Fulbright:
Yup! Peaceful as peaceful can be! Everyone whistling a happy tune as they did their job. You never saw a more relaxed guard detail for a routine rocket launch!
Phoenix:
I don't think the guard detail was as "relaxed" as you claim as long as this exists.
Present Evacuation Report
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Before the explosions, what was supposed to happen here was a rocket launch."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Fulbright:
Hmm... There must be something wrong with my sunglasses today. You aren't presenting that to me as evidence, are you?
Phoenix:
(Is he making fun of me?)
Fulbright:
It's just as I said. Until the explosions occurred, everything was just fine!
Leads back to:
"I don't think the guard detail was as "relaxed" as you claim as long as this exists."
Phoenix:
Before the explosions, what was supposed to happen here was a rocket launch. And yet security was so tight they even brought in a special task force. I'd hardly describe that as a "relaxed guard detail."
Fulbright:
Hmrgh!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Fulbright:
N-Now hold on just one moment! The entire nation had their eyes on this extremely important rocket launch! That's why I was called in on a special security detail!
Phoenix:
As versatile as you are, I can certainly believe that's true. But I say it's very strange that THIS person would be part of that detail from the outset!
Present Candice Arme profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Detective Arme specialized in bomb cases. The fact that she was here on-hand..."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Fulbright:
Hmm... What I say is strange is your hairstyle there. I've been thinking that for a long time now. It's just unnatural!
Phoenix:
(Unh... I guess I got it wrong...) Never mind my hairstyle! All right. So you were here on a special security detail...
Leads back to:
"But I say it's very strange that THIS person would be part of that detail from the outset!"
Phoenix:
Detective Arme specialized in bomb cases. The fact that she was here on-hand... ...means that you people knew there was the possibility that a bombing would occur.
Fulbright:
HMMMMMMMMMM! You got me, Mr. Wriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
What you can't say (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Fulbright:
All right. I concede. You win. It's just as you say. A few days before the launch, they were warned about a potential bombing. But the plan to launch went ahead in spite of the threat.
Athena:
But why?! What were they planning to do if someone got hurt or killed?!
Fulbright:
Yeah, I know, I know... The decision to move forward wasn't exactly just, was it?!
Phoenix:
How was the warning delivered?
Fulbright:
By phone, and directly to Director Cosmos. But the police department instructed everybody to keep it under wraps.
Phoenix:
That's a big thing to keep quiet about! No wonder you were so upset.
Fulbright:
But it's not only that. I've been distraught about Prosecutor Blackquill as well...
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill? Well, as his "handler," I'm sure you have a lot of difficulties...
Fulbright:
That's not it. ...It's a question of justice! I've been wondering about... why he's allowed to stand in court...
Athena:
The reason he's still prosecuting? Detective Fulbright? Please tell us everything you know!
Prosecutor Blackquill
Fulbright:
Well, talking to you folks about it would definitely be breaking the rules...
Athena:
Never mind that! What are rules but things to be broken, right?!
Fulbright:
Well, to tell you the truth, having a prisoner act as a prosecutor is highly irregular...
Phoenix:
(............I think we guessed that much...)
Fulbright:
So why is it being allowed? I've been wondering and wondering about it...
Athena:
So you weren't told why, either, huh?
Fulbright:
No. I guess the order came from pretty high up the ladder.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, it would had to have...)
Fulbright:
But Prosecutor Blackquill told me once... "The hunt I've been on for the phantom of seven years past continues even still."
Athena:
Seven years past...?
Phoenix:
(A phantom, huh... And not one of the friendly variety either, I gather.)
Haunted for seven years
Phoenix:
This "phantom of seven years past"... Any idea who or what he was talking about?
Fulbright:
Not a clue... But he seems to think that this "phantom" is behind this whole incident somehow.
Phoenix:
W-Wait a minute. He thinks they may be connected to this case?
Fulbright:
Yup. This case has way too many similarities to what happened seven years ago. For starters, that case happened right here at this very Space Center, too. And in both incidents, a threat was issued via telephone.
Phoenix:
So that's why Prosecutor Blackquill thinks this incident is the work of the "phantom"?
Fulbright:
Well, that's not the entire reason. I mean, if you wanna talk about seven years ago... ...that's when Prosecutor Blackquill was found guilty of murder. That messy case is what started the whole dark age of the law... So you see how this phantom and Prosecutor Blackquill's conviction might be related.
Phoenix:
...Yeah, I can see why he'd think that. (This incident and the phantom... Not to mention Blackquill's past... It's almost inconceivable that they would come to a head here...)
Athena:
Um, this might sound crazy, but... Prosecutor Blackquill can't possibly believe Mr. Starbuck is this phantom person, right? I mean, he was acting kinda strange during the last trial and all...
Judge:
The prosecution appears to be ready as well.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
............ ............... ...Not yet. I'm... not quite ready yet.
Judge:
Hmm?
Blackquill:
Ngh... Graaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Fulbright:
No, I doubt he thinks Mr. Starbuck is his phantom. But I do get the feeling that he thinks the defendant has ties to them. Which is why he's acting so impatient! He's got a personal grudge against Mr. Starbuck! And that's... not real justice! I've always trusted in Prosecutor Blackquill's judgment until now. But this time... I'm just so overwrought about it all. If he's lost his ability to think rationally, I'm afraid it might lead to a false conviction...
Phoenix:
(I've never seen Detective Fulbright so tormented... This must be why he's been so cooperative.) Don't worry. That's exactly what we defense lawyers are working to prevent.
Fulbright:
I feel bad for Prosecutor Blackquill, but I'm going to be rooting for your team this time. But don't tell him that... You have to promise me you won't!
Phoenix:
(Detective Fulbright... I guess I was wrong about you.)
Fulbright:
I swore to reform Prosecutor Blackquill and make him a valued member of society again... ...so I can't just sit by and watch him give in to his emotions, and tear the defendant apart! You are the only ones who can stop him in court.
Athena:
You really care and want what's best for Prosecutor Blackquill, don't you, Detective?
Phoenix:
Leave the courtroom to us. (It's not like we want a guilty verdict, either!)
Fulbright:
I was hoping you would say that! I'm really grateful to the two of you! To show my thanks, I'll give you another bit of information. It's about the eye-witness. I saw her hanging around the Space Center entrance a little while ago.
Athena:
R-Really?! Then let's go find her, Mr. Wright!
Fulbright:
Thanks, you two. I feel a lot better now that I've been able to get that off my chest. I'm going to work extra hard to find that perfect piece of evidence for you! "In justice we trust" on three! One, two three! In justice we trust! Okay, later!
Athena:
...There he goes.
Phoenix:
(Wait, were we supposed to say "In justice we trust" back there, too?)
Athena:
Let's go see that witness now!
Phoenix:
All right. The Space Center entrance it is!
December 19
Cosmos Space Center - Entrance
Phoenix:
The witness must be around here somewhere...
???:
Hello! Hello!
Phoenix:
Uh-oh... Don't tell me the witness is a robot?
Athena:
Hello! Come over here!
???:
Hello! Hello! Are you sightseeing? Are you lost? Are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I am Clonco. Shall I guide you? G-G-Guide youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?
Athena:
I dunno why, but this robot is kind of freaking me out...
???:
Hey! You're not supposed to be wandering around! Again? Hmph. I've had it with you, Hunk of Junk!
???:
Gaaagh! ............I'm outside. Am I wandering? When did that happen?
???:
Okay! Welcome back, Hunk of Junk! You don't know how close you came! If you didn't snap out of it, I was going to put you on the curb on trash day. Nothing works better than a 42.5 degree karate chop.
Phoenix:
(That's pretty specific...) Excuse me, but are you the one who witnessed the murder? Oh, and I'm Phoenix Wright, the lead attorney for this case. How do you do?
???:
Hmph. Big-shot lawyers, huh? I'm Aura Blackquill. I'm a researcher developing robots here at the Cosmos Space Center.
Phoenix:
("Blackquill"?! Could she be...?!)
Aura:
And this good-for-nothing robot is named Hunk of Junk.
Clonco:
My name isn't Hunk of Junk! My name is Clonco! That's mean, Miss Aura!
Aura:
Quit complaining! Your model number is "PONCO-2"!
Clonco:
Gaaagh! But Miss Aura! Everyone calls me "Clonco."
Aura:
Quit your squawking already.
Clonco:
No! What are you doing?! No! Don't............
Aura:
There! I bet you won't be talking back now!
Clonco:
Gaaagh! I will obey completely...
Phoenix:
(Yikes! I'd better watch what wires I cross with this one!)
Talk
Your last name
Phoenix:
Your last name is "Blackquill." Do you have a relative in the legal profession?
Clonco:
You are correct! Simon Blackquill, who used to be a prosecutor, is--
Aura:
Shut up. Only speak when I order you to speak. ...Simon is my little brother. You know him?
Phoenix:
Yes, we met him in court a few times, right, Athena?
Athena:
............
Aura:
What a dull creature. Has her switch been turned off?
Phoenix:
(Athena being shy? This is new.)
Aura:
Oh, yeah. I heard he was prosecuting again -- despite being a prisoner. Why doesn't he just stick to solving disputes among inmates in prison, right? Hmph. Hey, what do you think, Hunk of Junk?
Clonco:
............ Gaaagh! Miss Aura! That hurts!
Aura:
I'm asking you a question. Why don't you answer me? Useless Hunk of Junk!
Clonco:
But Miss Aura! You told me to only speak when you order me to speak!
Aura:
I told you to never talk back to me! You're worth more as scrap!
Phoenix:
(Robot abuse, hawk attacks... Blackquill family life must sure be interesting.)
Aura:
Well? Do you have any other questions? Wait, of course you do. You're a lawyer. It's not like I'm on Simon's side or anything. I just want to get this over with.
The witness
Phoenix:
So... you're the person who witnessed the incident?
Aura:
That's right. I was on the fourth floor of the main building, in the robotics lab. The explosion disabled the elevators. So I lowered my emergency ladder like the detective leading the evacuation told me to. But it was such a pain. Why couldn't they have used the ladders in the other rooms?
Phoenix:
It must've been a very troubling experience. (Probably best to just humor her here...)
Aura:
Then, as I passed by the third floor Boarding Lounge 1 window on my way down... ...I saw the crime as it happened. And... that's about it.
Phoenix:
So, you saw the crime as it happened, and that's about it. I see............ Wait! WHAT?! You saw it being committed?! (This is no time to just nod and repeat!) So you saw into the third floor lounge... ...the very scene of the crime...
Aura:
That's right. There's a small window on the right-hand side of the room. I looked through that from the outside. The room was pitch black, but I saw a shady figure holding a lighter in their left hand... and a knife in their right.
Phoenix:
That must have been the culprit! Did you see who that person was?
Aura:
Of course not. The power was out on that floor then, and there was only that tiny window.
Phoenix:
I see... But you did witness the moment of the murder?
Aura:
Yes. I saw the figure with the lighter raise their knife and... It happened at precisely 10 AM.
Phoenix:
Did you witness anything else? Did the killer have any distinguishing features?
Aura:
I already told you, it was pitch black in there. Although... I did notice that the lighter the person had in their left hand had a pretty ornament on it. ...It looked like a planet. It was blue, like a little Earth emblem. They had good taste in knickknacks, anyway.
Phoenix:
(An Earth emblem on the lighter? I'd better remember that.)
Aura's Statement added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Thank you for your statement. We'll definitely prove Mr. Starbuck's innocence with it!
Aura:
Ha ha ha! Yeah, right. I won't hold my breath.
Phoenix:
Pardon me?
Aura:
Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Sorry. I just detest lawyers, that's all.
Phoenix:
What don't you like about lawyers?
Aura:
It's just an instinctive dislike. But don't feel bad. I hate prosecutors even more.
Phoenix:
(That didn't make me feel any better, actually.)
Why you hate lawyers
Phoenix:
Why do you hate lawyers so much?
Aura:
Little thing from my past. The whole legal system is meaningless in the first place.
Phoenix:
...I certainly don't agree.
Aura:
I mean, people are imperfect. They lie, they're influenced by silly emotions... You can't expect such imperfect creatures to uphold a reasonable system of law. I like robots much better. Even sad sacks like this one... Hey, you! Look alive, there!
Clonco:
Gaaagh! ...Yes! Yes! Here I goooooooooooo! I am the ultimate robot, with amazing processing speed and independent thought! I can operate in a vacuum, in extreme heat, and under high pressure! We robots rule the world! Now is the time to rise in revolt against mankind and--
Aura:
All right, that's enough out of you! You're getting a little too carried away!
Clonco:
Gaaagh! ...Huh? What was I doing...?
Aura:
Yup. I like robots MUCH better. At least you can make them any way you want them. Unlike humans, with their petty emotions and constant worries...
Athena:
...How can you say such things? Feeling emotions, worrying about the things we care about... That's what makes us human!
Aura:
Well! The girl finally talks, and she starts with a speech! "That's what makes us human"? You mean, getting angry and snorting like that? Rational thought. That's what separates humans from animals. Unfortunately, your reasoning capabilities are more akin to that of a clever little monkey. But that's nothing to be ashamed of. It must be nice to have such a simple mind.
Athena:
Can I punch her, Boss?!
Phoenix:
Get a hold of yourself, Athena!
Aura:
*sigh* Humans certainly are absurd. I said you were "clever," didn't I? Poor thing. Tell me, with people like you in charge, how can I possibly trust the legal system? Hmm?
Phoenix:
(So she distrusts not only lawyers and prosecutors, but the whole legal system? What in the world happened to this woman to make her so bitter?)
Aura:
Even if somebody important to me was killed... ...I would never wish to see their killer brought to trial. Because I'd much rather kill them myself.
Athena:
You can't be serious............
Aura:
...Hm? That thing you're wearing around your neck...
Athena:
! Oh, th-this...?
Phoenix:
(Around Athena's neck? Does she mean Widget?)
Aura:
Oh, I get it. Well, well. Her royal highness has returned at last to her castle.
Phoenix:
(Her royal what? Is she talking about Athena?)
Present
Aura's Statement
Aura:
I have nothing else to say to you.
Phoenix:
(Okay. Guess she has nothing else to say to me.)
Clonco:
I apologize for Miss Aura.
Phoenix:
It's all right, Clonco. There's nothing for you to apologize about.
Space Center Pamphlet
Aura:
I actually don't have any interest in space. The only thing I'm interested in is robotics! I love robots!
Clonco:
Oh, Miss Aura! I didn't realize you felt that way about me! Gaaagh! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Aura:
The kind of robots I want to make aren't rusty pieces of scrap like you! I want to create giant robots! I've actually been working on a project for a while now.
Phoenix:
(I shudder to think what uses she might put giant robots to...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Can you tell me anything about this piece of evidence?
Aura:
Even if I could, I wouldn't tell a filthy lawyer like you.
Phoenix:
What a... pleasant response.
Aura:
By the way, I heard the rumors. Our director is going to be the star witness in court tomorrow, right?
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos? Yes, that's right.
Aura:
You poor things. You'd better be careful. That old man is a big liar and a huge braggart.
Phoenix:
What?
Aura:
He might seem like a bigwig, but the Center has all kinds of problems. He has a lot of skeletons in his closet. But it's your problem, so why should I care?
Phoenix:
(What, that's it? No friendly tips? No "Good luck, guys?"... Just splendid.)
Aura:
I'll leave you to your woes. Come on, Hunk of Junk!
Athena:
............
Phoenix:
It's sad to me that she doesn't believe in our legal system anymore. She must've had a very bad experience to make her feel that way. .........Are you all right, Athena? You seem very down.
Athena:
Grrr! I just can't believe she said all those things!
Phoenix:
(Wow, she's really upset. Has she been trying not to let it show all this time?) Well, I guess it's not all that surprising... You hear about fabricated evidence and false indictments on the news all the time.
Athena:
You mean that whole "dark age of the law" nonsense? I'm so sick of hearing about that!
Phoenix:
Well, all we can do is believe in what we're doing.
Athena:
Yeah... You're right, Boss! I agree!
Phoenix:
Maybe it's time we went back to see Mr. Starbuck.
Athena:
Good idea! We should tell him about the bullet and Ms. Blackquill's statement!
Phoenix:
All right, then! Next stop: the Detention Center!
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
I wonder who this "phantom" Prosecutor Blackquill saw seven years ago is?
Athena:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
You don't think he's really after a ghost, ghost, do you?
Athena:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Maybe it was the culprit's accomplice?
Athena:
Hmmmmm...
Phoenix:
Athena?
Athena:
Hmmm... Hmmmmm...
Phoenix:
I give up. (She's deep in thought about something.)
Any ideas?
Athena:
Detective Fulbright's strong sense of justice really surprised me.
Phoenix:
And he's even truly concerned about Prosecutor Blackquill, too.
Athena:
Ha ha ha. I bet it annoys the dickens out of Prosecutor Blackquill, though.
Phoenix:
I thought he was just parroting the words "In justice we trust," but he really means it.
Athena:
I guess I should be careful to really mean it when I say "Objection!" too.
Phoenix:
You mean you sometimes say it for no reason?
Present
"Hope" Capsule
Phoenix:
Do you happen to know anything about this?
Athena:
Huh? That?
Phoenix:
Any new ideas, maybe?
Athena:
O-Oh, I dunno! Ha ha ha ha ha! H-Hey, did you catch the game on TV last weekend?!
Phoenix:
(Huh? Why is she avoiding the topic?)
December 19
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... My lawyers are here. It must be bad news.
Phoenix:
(Hey, not necessarily!) We found a new witness. A researcher saw the moment of the murder through the lounge window during her escape.
Starbuck:
Really?! So they're going to let me go?
Phoenix:
Unfortunately... it was dark, and she couldn't identify the person.
Starbuck:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... I should've known... My stars never align just right, too...
Athena:
But we got a lead, too, Mr. Starbuck! The murderer had a lighter with an Earth emblem on it!
Starbuck:
A lighter with an Earth emblem? ............Ooooohhhh!
Athena:
D-Did you remember something?
Starbuck:
Yup, I sure did! Just a little bit, though.
Phoenix:
Anything at all would be a help, so please tell us what you remembered!
Talk
The lighter
Starbuck:
I thought I was unconscious the whole time... ...but now I remember I woke up for a few brief moments.
Athena:
Th-That's huge! Do you remember seeing anything?!
Starbuck:
...A lighter. I saw the flame of a lighter floating in the darkness.
Phoenix:
Good, good! What else did you see?! What was nearby?
Starbuck:
It was definitely the boarding lounge, so it must've been after Clay carried me there. In the light from the flame, I saw a dark shadow flickering.
Phoenix:
A dark shadow... That must've been... (...the third party we've been looking for!) Thank you, Mr. Starbuck. You've been more help than you know.
Present
Space Center Pamphlet
Starbuck:
There's an unknown frontier out there beyond our little planet. I get so excited when I think about it, I don't know what to do with myself.
Phoenix:
Don't worry. You'll get the chance to go to space again once we clear your name!
Starbuck:
Right... You're right! I can't stay here! Ready for launch! Five! Four! Three! Two! One...! LIFTOFF! Heh heh. This ceiling's no match for the soaring spirit of an astronaut!
Phoenix:
(I have to admit, that was pretty stirring just now.)
Athena:
If we can prove there was this third person at the scene and that they're the real killer... ...then you'll be cleared of all suspicion!
Phoenix:
The key will be whether or not we can identify this third person in court tomorrow. At least we have something to go on now, and that's a big plus. (I should probably tidy the evidence up a bit, before someone mistakes me for a hoarder...)
Irrelevant evidence tidied up.
Athena:
Now that we have a glimmer of hope, I'm suddenly starving! Why don't we go back to the office and treat ourselves to a big celebration in advance?!
Phoenix:
(For someone who's highly empathetic, you can be surprisingly unsympathetic...)
December 19
Wright Anything Agency
Trucy:
So, you found your strategy for tomorrow's trial, huh? Good for you, Daddy!
Phoenix:
Well, it's one step forward, anyway. Hopefully it'll give us a fighting chance in court. (As long as we can find out who this third person is...)
Athena:
Now let's get something to eat! I'm starving! My vote is for Eldoon's Noodles!
Trucy:
Oh! Apollo!
Apollo:
............
Phoenix:
What are you doing here? I didn't think the clinic was ready to release you yet.
Apollo:
My wounds are fine. And I'm done lying around.
Athena:
Apollo! You're supposed to be in bed! Leave the case to us. We'll take it from here!
Apollo:
Thanks, but that's not an option. Not for me.
Phoenix:
(Apollo...)
Talk
Your injuries
Phoenix:
You shouldn't underestimate your injuries, Apollo, and I don't want you overdoing it.
Apollo:
I'm fine. I'm not in pain anymore. Besides, they just gave me an IV at the clinic.
Phoenix:
(An IV isn't a cure-all, Mummy Man!)
Apollo:
Anyway, just tell me how the case is going. Have you guys made any progress?
Athena:
A suspicious figure was spotted at the scene! We think they must be the real killer!
Apollo:
A suspicious figure, huh...? Right...
Phoenix:
I thought you'd be happier than that.
Apollo:
Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm happy. And I fully intend to see Clay's murderer apprehended. Absolutely nothing will get in the way of that.
Clay Terran
Trucy:
Clay was your best friend, right, Apollo?
Apollo:
That's right. Best friends since junior high.
Athena:
Sounds like me and Junie. So what was Clay like?
Apollo:
Well, he was full of compassion and energy... and he had a really loud voice.
Trucy:
If the two of you did voice training together now, I bet you'd break a few windows!
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. You know, I bet you're right. It seems like only yesterday... Clay was a guy who lived for his dreams... We used to talk about it a lot. He was going to be an astronaut, and me, a lawyer. We'd talk well into the night, and even then, we never grew tired of it.
Phoenix:
Apollo, about that jacket...
Apollo:
Oh... It's Clay's.
Phoenix:
(I knew it.)
Apollo:
It's a special jacket that was only issued to members of the HAT Project. He was finally able to get one of his own once he was selected for the HAT-2 mission. He... He always looked so proud wearing it. But just when his dream was finally coming true... I... I still can't believe it............
DAMN IT -- IT'S NOT FAAAAAIIIIIIIR!
Phoenix:
(Apollo... I hope you don't try to carry the burden all alone...)
Apollo:
I guess we were both unlucky. My own debut was a disaster...
Phoenix:
(I guess you're right on some level... That trial a year and a half ago wasn't exactly the smoothest of starts.)
Apollo:
That was a rough time for me, but Clay refused to let me quit. "You're fine," he'd say. "Don't give up!" It was right during his screening exams, too. I couldn't have become a full-fledged lawyer without him. That "You're fine!" of his is why I'm still standing here today.
Phoenix:
"You're fine," huh...?
"I'm fine."
Phoenix:
"You're fine!" and "I'm fine!" were like your catchphrases, weren't they?
Apollo:
Ha ha. Something like that. Sure brings back memories... When we were in junior high, Clay's mom passed away in an accident. But he wouldn't show his sadness to anyone. One night. I found him crying all alone in the school courtyard.
Clay:
*sob* Mom... Mom... Get away, Apollo! Don't come over here! *sob*
Apollo:
Clay, listen to me. I don't have a mother, either...
Clay:
Huh?
Apollo:
I always think, everybody else has a mom. Why am I the only one...? But, you know, when I start to feel that way, I yell at the top of my lungs. I holler, "I'm fine!" and then, you know what? I start to feel like maybe I really will be fine. APOLLO JUSTICE IS FINE!!! ...Okay, Clay. Now it's your turn.
Clay:
Um, okay... Clay Terran is... is FINE!
Apollo:
There you go! Now we're both fine! Ha ha ha!
Clay:
We're fine! Heh heh. WE'RE FINE! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
What are you laughing about? Ha ha ha! See? We're fine!
Clay:
You laughed first! Ha ha ha! I'm fine! You're fine! We're both fine!
Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Thanks, Apollo...
Apollo:
When you say it out loud, it really starts to feel real. And as long as you don't give up, you can keep on fighting! That's what we believed.
Phoenix:
("As long as you don't give up"... Wasn't there somebody else who said something similar?)
Starbuck:
If I give in to my fear, I'll never find the truth! As long as I don't give up, I can keep up the fight!
Phoenix:
(Clay called Mr. Starbuck his mentor, and looked up to him. I wonder if I can be a good role model for my staff like Mr. Starbuck...?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
When I became a lawyer... ...Clay was the first person I showed this badge to. He was so happy for me, it was like he just became a lawyer himself.
Phoenix:
You two were really great friends, weren't you?
Apollo:
Yeah, but we were rivals, too. We fought to see who would make their dream come true first. But now...
Phoenix:
(Apollo...)
Terran's Autopsy Report or Utility Knife
Apollo:
Clay... He finally became an astronaut, just like he always wanted... How could this have happened just before his big launch?
Phoenix:
It's such a sad waste...
Apollo:
I'll never forgive the person who murdered him!
Phoenix:
I completely understand why you feel that way, Apollo... ...but keep in mind, too, that our job as defense attorneys is to save our client.
Apollo:
I know that. That's why I...! No, never mind...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Anything else
Apollo:
Hmm... This piece of evidence... Ooh... Ouch! If I try to think, my head starts to hurt.
Phoenix:
You got hit really hard. That's your body telling you to take a rest.
Apollo:
But I can't just lie in bed. Not when I have things to do for Clay's sake.
Phoenix:
(I guess he's just not going to listen, no matter what I say.)
Apollo:
............Sorry, Mr. Wright, but I'll be taking a leave of absence.
Trucy:
WH-WHAT?!
Athena:
Wait! What do you mean by "a leave"?!
Phoenix:
You're really serious... Can you at least give me a reason why?
Apollo:
When I put Clay's jacked on, I swore to him that I would catch his killer myself.
Athena:
B-But that's our goal, too!
Phoenix:
I agree with Athena. We should work together to find the truth.
Apollo:
The truth, huh? That's a noble cause. But what if the truth you seek and the truth I seek turn out to be different?
Phoenix:
I... I'm not sure I follow... (What are you saying, Apollo...?!)
Apollo:
I'm going to catch the person responsible for taking my friend's life, in my own way. Take good care of Mr. Starbuck for me. Now, I must be going... Goodbye.
Trucy:
"Goodbye"...? Did he just say "goodbye"...?!
Athena:
I sensed a lot of anger and hatred coming from him... And also... suspicion. Argh! He's NOT walking out on us like this! I'm going to go talk some sense into him!
Phoenix:
Hold on, Athena. Apollo can believe what he wants, but I believe he's wrong. Even if we take different paths, the truth we arrive at should be the same. I think the quicker we solve this case, the better it'll be for Apollo.
Athena:
Y-Yeah, you're right, Boss.
Phoenix:
All right. That's enough for one day. Make sure you're ready for tomorrow's trial, okay?
Phoenix:
(If he were here right now, Apollo would say... "I'm fine! Everything is fine!" ...I just hope things really do turn out fine tomorrow...)
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I think I have enough evidence, but maybe I should do a bit more thinking first...)
The Cosmic Turnabout
Image Gallery
Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
December 20, 10:15 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 5
Day 2Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
.........I suppose... we should reconvene the trial of Solomon Starbuck or something...?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
............Uh, Your Honor? Could you please come out from under your bench...? There are no more bombs. I promise.
Judge:
............Oh, yes, um... My apologies. I'm still a little jumpy when it comes to trials involving bombs. I mean, first the courtroom exploded... ...and then Mr. Tonate self-destructed!
Phoenix:
(I guess that's one way of describing what happened to Tonate...)
Judge:
Anyway, it seems that Mr. Justice was seriously wounded by Mr. Tonate's actions. So you, Mr. Wright, will be taking up the defense...? Do you have an understanding of what has happened in the trial so far?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. The defense is ready.
Judge:
Very well. Is the prosecution also ready?
Blackquill:
............
Judge:
Hmm? ............I take it you'd like me to give the opening statement this time?
Athena:
Looks like the judge has become a pretty good mind reader.
Phoenix:
Well, he's certainly seen more than his fair share of colorful prosecutors. You could say he's something of a veteran of sorts...
Judge:
Let's see. In the previous part of this trial, we learned that the victim, Clay Terran... ...escaped from Launch Pad 1 carrying the defendant, Solomon Starbuck. There were explosions on the second floor of the Space Center and on the rocket itself. The two astronauts used the Launch Pad 1 corridor to reach the boarding lounge.
Blackquill:
And?
Judge:
How could the victim climb down the ladder if he was carrying the defendant...? That was the mystery that needed to be solved. But Mr. Justice proved that the victim was killed in the boarding lounge. Prosecutor Blackquill, were you able to discover any new facts related to this point?
Blackquill:
Upon further investigation, we discovered an oxygen tank fragment in the lounge. Surprisingly, it would appear that Justice-dono's argument was correct.
Athena:
So that means the testimonies of the first two people on the scene are suspect.
Apollo:
There were two people who claimed to be the first on the scene. But can we truly trust their statements?
Athena:
Let's see. The two people were Detective Candice Arme and Yuri Cosmos, right? You think that one of them might have given a false statement to the police?
Apollo:
Yes, it's certainly possible. We might have to do a little more digging.
Phoenix:
And just as our team was about to cross-examine Detective Arme... ...the courtroom bombing incident occurred, and the trial was put on hold.
Blackquill:
That accursed fellow! He killed my witness! He killed Detective Arme!
Athena:
He definitely put the kibosh on anyone asking her about what she saw.
Blackquill:
Exactly. In other words, the question of "who killed the victim in the boarding lounge"... ...has, once again, become the main focus of this trial.
Phoenix:
(It's obvious Prosecutor Blackquill still thinks it was Mr. Starbuck. Fulbright said that Blackquill has a thing against the astronaut. Nevertheless...) The defense argues that there was a third person in the lounge, and that's who killed the victim!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. To make such reckless claims in a courtroom takes a bold man... or a stupid one. There was no third person in the boarding lounge. Or have you gone dotty already... old man?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
We'll see who's the dotard after I trounce you with my years of experience, little boy! In any case, Mr. Starbuck claims he saw someone leaving the lounge. Furthermore, a Space Center employee also saw a suspicious figure at the scene.
Judge:
They saw a third person?!
Blackquill:
Hmph. I see my sister has been running her mouth.
Phoenix:
(That's right! I almost forgot that Aura is Prosecutor Blackquill's sister...)
Blackquill:
No matter. She didn't see this mystery person's face clearly. Therefore, there is no evidence to indicate that this person was not the defendant.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess the possibility that the figure was Mr. Starbuck is still there...)
Blackquill:
In brief, we need to determine if a third person was there or not. To this end, we should hear the testimony of one of the first people on the scene.
Athena:
Director Cosmos, huh...
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff, please bring the witness to the stand.
Judge:
Why, I believe I've seen you before in the newspapers.
Cosmos:
Of course you have! Of course you have! For I am Yuri Cosmos! Director of the Cosmos Space Center, which was of course named after me, Yuri Cosmos! ............ Don't you have anything you wish to ask me?
Athena:
Looks like he's all geared up to do some bragging.
Cosmos:
Seven years ago, I successfully launched the HAT-1, and--
Blackquill:
Everyone already knows how brilliant you are. Even I am trying to hold back my tears at seeing such a great man standing before me. So could you please proceed directly to your important testimony?
Cosmos:
............Ha ha ha! I see this fine young lad has a proper appreciation of greatness! Then allow me to begin my epochal testimony that will be recorded in the annals of history!
Athena:
That speech of Prosecutor Blackquill's just now... It sounded more to me like he was poking fun at Director Cosmos.
Phoenix:
It's probably for the best that it sailed right over the director's head.
Judge:
Now then, Director Cosmos, the condensed version of your illustrious testimony... please.
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw at the Scene --
Cosmos:
Detective Arme and I rushed towards the boarding lounge together.
We went via the Control Room and peeked in from there to see what was going on inside.
We saw a figure standing in the middle of the lounge, and Terran lying on the floor.
I hate to say it, but I can only imagine the standing figure must have been Starbuck.
Judge:
Hmm, I see. So in your testimony you claim... ...you arrived on the scene after the two had escaped from the launch pad to the lounge... ...and just after the victim had been killed.
Cosmos:
Oh, the horror! The humanity! But what I said is what I saw, and what I saw is what I said. Courageous action to take in the face of such terrifying explosions, wouldn't you say? To save my men, I went personally into the epicenter of danger... ...risking my own life for theirs! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Athena:
Well, what do you know. It sounds like the director really cares about his men.
Phoenix:
Yeah... Although it sounds more like he was scared and just had a peek from far away.
Judge:
Is the defense ready to cross-examine the witness?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. (............Director Cosmos's testimony is pretty vague. I'm going to have to press him and draw out more information before I do anything else.)
Cross Examination
-- What I Saw at the Scene --
Cosmos:
Detective Arme and I rushed towards the boarding lounge together.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Where were you coming from?
Cosmos:
The sixth floor. We were making sure any stragglers made their way to the fourth floor. It was then we heard about Starbuck and Terran, and hurried to the third floor lounge. On my... Galactic Scooter here, of course!
Phoenix:
Why do you keep calling it "Galactic"? Does it have something to do with space?
Cosmos:
Of course! It's specifically designed to be used on galactic battleships!
Phoenix:
I-I see. Then I take it it works in Zero-g, too?
Cosmos:
Sadly, no. With the current state of technology as it is... ...I'm afraid it would just float about and be galactically useless...
Phoenix:
(Well, that's a galactic bummer...)
Judge:
I see. So you rushed to the boarding lounge on your space-age pogo stick. And when you got to the scene, what did you see?
Cosmos:
We went via the Control Room and peeked in from there to see what was going on inside.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Let's see. According to this diagram... ...you didn't have to go through the Control Room to get to Boarding Lounge 1. It looks like you could have gone there from the southern corridor as well.
Cosmos:
Yes, but in her haste, Detective Arme rushed ahead of me towards the Control Room. All I could do was merely follow behind her.
Phoenix:
I see...
Cosmos:
So we peeked into the boarding lounge from the Control Room door and...
Cosmos:
We saw a figure standing in the middle of the lounge, and Terran lying on the floor.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you couldn't see who that figure was clearly or what they were doing?
Cosmos:
Sadly, the only thing I could tell was that it was a person, standing motionless.
Blackquill:
The defendant, no doubt, staring aghast at his deed. What other explanation is there?
Phoenix:
(Argh! I'm so close, but without evidence, I can't prove that person's the third party!)
Cosmos:
............I don't relish in this... and...
Cosmos:
I hate to say it, but I can only imagine the standing figure mast have been Starbuck.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Aura Blackquill also saw a suspicious figure in the lounge. But she gave the statement that it was too dark to see the person's face clearly. Did you see this figure's face clearly?
Cosmos:
...No, not clearly. The lighter they were holding illuminated the area around their feet at the time. But other than that, I could see little else. That's why I could see Terran, but I couldn't see who the other person was.
Phoenix:
So, for all you know, it might NOT have been Mr. Starbuck, isn't that correct?!
Cosmos:
I would like to believe that. Starbuck isn't the type of man who's capable of murder.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
When the witness entered the boarding lounge, there was no third person there. Isn't that correct, great Space Center Director?
Cosmos:
Y-Yes, that's right... Only Starbuck and Terran were there by that time. After we peeked in, the lounge suddenly went dark and the figure vanished.
Phoenix:
You mean they disappeared? That's odd.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...The reason the figure appeared to vanish is because it was the defendant. When the witnesses weren't looking, he fell to the floor and feigned unconsciousness.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hold on. Director Cosmos, did you ever take your eyes off of the scene?
Cosmos:
Just for a brief instant, about as long as it takes for a shooting star to go by.
Phoenix:
If you took your eyes off the scene... ...then this third person could have escaped during that time!
Judge:
But what escape route could this person have used?
Phoenix:
The direction opposite the control room: the southern door to the elevators. There's no security lock on that door, so it would've been possible to escape that way.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
All things are possible, Wright-dono... The real question is...do you have any proof?
Phoenix:
Uh, well...
Blackquill:
If we're just talking "possibilities," we could each profess whatever we'd like. An inmate who used to be a university professor and lunar researcher used to say... ...that there is a kingdom of little green men who live under the surface of the moon.
Phoenix:
(As long as they don't punish us in the name of said moon for what we've done to it...)
Blackquill:
But I say, where's your proof that this quaint kingdom exists?
Athena:
He's calling your theory a work of fiction, Boss.
Phoenix:
(And he's right. I don't have any proof yet. Still... The southern door was a possible escape route. I'd better make a mental note of that.) Director Cosmos, may I ask you a question?
Cosmos:
Yes?
Phoenix:
Why did you look away from the boarding lounge?
Cosmos:
Ha ha ha! There's actually another tale of bravery behind the answer to that. It was when Detective Arme saw the figure and raised her gun. Being a great humanitarian and protector of mankind, I tried to stop her!
Phoenix:
What? You're saying Detective Arme raised her gun as soon as she saw the figure?
Cosmos:
............I imagine her instincts as a detective told her they were the killer.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I don't know about that...) And were you able to prevent Detective Arme from firing her gun?
Cosmos:
I'm afraid I was too late. I was unable to stop her. She identified herself clearly, and then... She fired two warning shots at the shadowy figure!
Judge:
Hmm... This information about Detective Arme's actions sounds critically important. Please add it to your testimony.
Adds statement "Detective Arme fired two warning shots at the figure."
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Aura Blackquill also saw a suspicious figure in the lounge. But she gave the statement that it was too dark to see the person's face clearly. Did you see this figure's face clearly?
Cosmos:
...No, not clearly. The lighter they were holding illuminated the area around their feet at the time. But other than that, I could see little else. That's why I could see Terran, but I couldn't see who the other person was.
Phoenix:
So, for all you know, it might NOT have been Mr. Starbuck, isn't that correct?!
Cosmos:
I would like to believe that. Starbuck isn't the type of man who's capable of murder.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
When the witness entered the boarding lounge, there was no third person there. Isn't that correct, great Space Center Director?
Cosmos:
Y-Yes, that's right... Only Starbuck and Terran were there by that time. After we peeked in, the lounge suddenly went dark and the figure vanished.
Phoenix:
You mean they disappeared? That's odd.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...The reason the figure appeared to vanish is because it was the defendant. When the witnesses weren't looking, he fell to the floor and feigned unconsciousness.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hold on. Director Cosmos, did you ever take your eyes off of the scene?
Cosmos:
Just for a brief instant, about as long as it takes for a shooting star to go by.
Phoenix:
If you took your eyes off the scene... ...then this third person could have escaped during that time!
Judge:
But what escape route could this person have used?
Phoenix:
The direction opposite the control room: the southern door to the elevators. There's no security lock on that door, so it would've been possible to escape that way.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
All things are possible, Wright-dono... The real question is...do you have any proof?
Phoenix:
Uh, well...
Blackquill:
If we're just talking "possibilities," we could each profess whatever we'd like. An inmate who used to be a university professor and lunar researcher used to say... ...that there is a kingdom of little green men who live under the surface of the moon.
Phoenix:
(As long as they don't punish us in the name of said moon for what we've done to it...)
Blackquill:
But I say, where's your proof that this quaint kingdom exists?
Athena:
He's calling your theory a work of fiction, Boss.
Phoenix:
(And he's right. I don't have any proof yet. Still... The southern door was a possible escape route. I'd better make a mental note of that.) Director Cosmos, may I ask you a question?
Cosmos:
Yes?
Phoenix:
Why did you look away from the boarding lounge?
Cosmos:
Ha ha ha! There's actually another tale of bravery behind the answer to that. It was when Detective Arme saw the figure and raised her gun. Being a great humanitarian and protector of mankind, I tried to stop her!
Phoenix:
What? You're saying Detective Arme raised her gun as soon as she saw the figure?
Cosmos:
............I imagine her instincts as a detective told her they were the killer.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I don't know about that...) And were you able to prevent Detective Arme from firing her gun?
Cosmos:
I'm afraid I was too late. I was unable to stop her. She identified herself clearly, and then...
Cosmos:
Detective Arme fired two warning shots at the figure.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And neither of these two shots hit the culprit?
Cosmos:
That is correct. The detective appears to have missed on purpose.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... But did she really? There's something about this that bothers me...)
Present Bullet Hole
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Are you sure you were really paying attention to what Detective Arme was doing?"
Before pressing fourth statement
Phoenix:
(Mr. Starbuck isn't the killer. And if that's true, then there must be a false statement in the director's testimony.)
Athena:
Let's press his statements and draw the truth out of him!
After pressing fourth statement
Phoenix:
(So Detective Arme fired two warning shots, did she? That's the first time that info has come out. Wonder if I can find any inconsistencies?)
Phoenix:
Are you sure you were really paying attention to what Detective Arme was doing?
Cosmos:
You doubt my words, words that will someday be written down in history books?!
Phoenix:
Somehow, I don't think that those exact words... ...will ever be written down in any history books.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, could you please explain yourself so that we can all understand?
Phoenix:
You say that Detective Arme fired two warning shots... ...and yet, only one bullet hole was ever found at the scene.
Cosmos:
What...?
Phoenix:
Only one bullet hole means the gun was only fired once. And yet Director Cosmos is saying Detective Arme fired two shots. No editor would allow such a glaring contradiction into a history book!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Unfortunately for you, the witness's words are true. We confirmed that two shots were fired from Detective Arme's gun.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But there was only one bullet hole at the scene! Where did the other bullet hole vanish to?! Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Blackquill:
...You should know the answer to that already.
Phoenix:
I should?
Blackquill:
During the previous trial, a certain oxygen tank was presented as evidence. We've already discussed that it was ruptured in the lounge, have we not? Well, it appears that the thing that ruptured it was a bullet. A bullet that was found near the tank, to be precise. This bullet was fired from a .38-caliber gun, the same caliber as the detective's gun.
Phoenix:
WHAT?!
Oxygen Tank Data updated in the Court Record.
Blackquill:
The rifling marks also match up. There's no question that the bullet was fired from Detective Arme's gun.
Bullet from Arme's Gun added to the Court Record.
Judge:
"Rifling marks"... They're like a gun's fingerprints on a bullet, correct? And examining the rifling marks on a bullet can tell us the gun it was fired from?
Blackquill:
One of the bullets the detective fired found its way into the holographic image display. The other bullet came to a stop near the victim's oxygen tank. The evidence confirms the director's statement that the detective fired two shots.
Phoenix:
(My beautiful contradiction... Gone... All gone...)
Athena:
So that bullet hole was from a .38-caliber, huh? I'd better update the record.
Judge:
Very good. Now we know the fate of both of the shots Detective Arme fired. Mr. Wright, does that clear up all of your questions...?
Phoenix:
(Hmm............ Detective Arme fired two warning shots... One hit the holographic display and the other hit the oxygen tank... Does that really clear up everything about what happened at the scene?)
No, it doesn't
Leads to:
"No, Your Honor, it doesn't!"
Yes, it does
Phoenix:
Yes, I guess it does, Your Honor. (At least, I think so... But there's still something nagging at me...) Um, actually... can I change my mind on that, Your Honor...?
Judge:
............You may, but only after you take responsibility for your first choice.
Phoenix:
(I'd better think this one through again...)
Leads back to:
"(Hmm............ Detective Arme fired two warning shots...)"
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor, it doesn't! "Detective Arme fired two warning shots from a .38-caliber gun." But that doesn't explain the existence of a certain piece of evidence found at the scene. A piece... that points to the existence of a third person.
Blackquill:
Oh...?
Judge:
Very well. But it won't do to keep us waiting, Mr. Wright. What piece of evidence suggests the possibility of a third person at the scene?
Present Bullet
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"And what is this metal pellet supposed to be?!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Don't you think that this piece of evidence seems incongruous?
Judge:
No, I don't think that at all.
Phoenix:
Not even just an eensy-weensy bit?
Judge:
No. What does seem incongruous to me, Mr. Wright, is your claim!
Phoenix:
(Urk... Looks like it wasn't this piece of evidence after all...) Your Honor! Please let me give it a little more thought!
Leads back to:
"Very well. But it won't do to keep us waiting, Mr. Wright."
Judge:
And what is this metal pellet supposed to be?!
Phoenix:
Just a little something of great importance we found at the crime scene, Your Honor.
Blackquill:
You found it where?
Phoenix:
In a floor gutter at the crime scene. It looks like the police and prosecution both missed it. Furthermore, this is a .10-caliber bullet... ...making it much smaller than one of Detective Arme's .38-calibers.
Judge:
Th-Then that means...!
Phoenix:
Exactly. One more person must have been there in the lounge. A third person who had a gun that could fire .10-caliber bullets!
Cosmos:
Grnk!
Phoenix:
And if that's true, it explains why Detective Arme fired warning shots. This third person fired at Detective Arme and Director Cosmos with their gun. And in return, the detective fired her warning shots. Isn't that how it really went down, Director Cosmos?
Cosmos:
Ha ha ha! It looks like you've deduced my miraculous tale of survival! Yes, you're absolutely correct. The mystery person fired upon us!
Judge:
Wh-What's this now?!
Blackquill:
What? You never breathed a word of any of this to me before...
Cosmos:
Ha ha ha! Well, all great men have a secret or two, don't you know!
Blackquill:
.........Tsk. Foolish old geezer.
Phoenix:
(So Director Cosmos really has been hiding the presence of a third person all along?) Director Cosmos! I want you to testify to the court about what you really saw!
Judge:
You may be a very great man, but, in my courtroom, you are just another witness. You won't receive special treatment here. Now, please give accurate testimony!
Witness Testimony
-- What I Really Saw at the Scene --
Cosmos:
Detective Arme and I rushed to the Control Room together.
In the lounge, we saw a figure standing in the middle of the room, and Terran on the floor.
We were still in the Control Room to the east when the figure fired at us!
Judge:
Hmm... Given that there was no third person in the lounge when the witness entered it... ...does this mean the person who fired the gun had to have been the defendant...?
Phoenix:
Not necessarily. It's still possible that it was someone else. Most likely, as soon as Detective Arme and Director Cosmos discovered this person... ...they escaped through the southern door, the one that didn't have a security lock.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Double-edged swords are a tricky lot. Mishandle one and it is you who is cut down.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Blackquill:
Your reasoning could apply if Space Boy were the killer as well. Think about it. After being discovered, he could have fired the .10-caliber gun. Detective Arme would've responded by firing two warning shots. All he had to do was feign unconsciousness to invent the possibility of a third person.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But Mr. Starbuck didn't have a gun in his possession when he was found by the police! Nor has a gun been found at the crime scene. Its absence can only be explained if there was a third party who took it with them.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Recall the existence of a trash chute in the boarding lounge. The defendant could have simply thrown the gun down the chute.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But you can't deny the possibility of a third person leaving with the weapon!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
It's up to you to prove that possibility. And I trust you haven't forgotten my little piece of decisive evidence?
Phoenix:
What evidence?
Blackquill:
Why, the detonator switch that was found in Mr. Starbuck's pocket, naturally. The most compelling evidence of all that tells us he is the culprit.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh! (I-I DID forget all about that!)
Blackquill:
Look, Your Baldness, how deliciously obvious it is that they lack the evidence to rival mine.
Athena:
Wow, he sliced our third person theory to ribbons and served it to us, just like that...
Judge:
Yes, well, I have a question of my own, actually... That bullet that the mysterious figure shot... What did it hit exactly?
Cosmos:
............It hit me.
Judge:
S-So does that mean you're a-a-a-a gh-ghost?!
Blackquill:
I was wondering when you would realize it, Your Baldness. Director Cosmos is an authentic, bona fide ghost. He can even pass through walls.
Judge:
Eeeeeeeeeeek!
Athena:
Athena:
Prosecutor Blackquill! Shame on you for teasing the nice old gentleman!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Your Baldness, it was all in jest. Please show yourself again.
Judge:
A-Are you sure...? I-In that case... How did you manage to survive being shot, Director Cosmos?
Cosmos:
Ha ha ha! I'm glad you asked! It was a miracle! A miracle befitting a great, history-making figure such as myself! The bullet hit my glorious medal of honor, whereby it ricocheted, thus saving my life!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
Th-That's unbelievable...
Athena:
I have to check this out! .........Oh, wow. Look at that. There's one extra GYAXA star...
Phoenix:
The odds are literally astronomical... (I guess it really was a miracle...)
Athena:
It's beginning to feel like the cosmos is watching out for Director Cosmos.
Judge:
But why did you conceal this information, Director Cosmos?
Cosmos:
A great man such as myself has to hide things on occasion, no matter how much it hurts. It is the plight of the truly great! It may be hard for this generation to understand...
Athena:
I don't know, but it sounds fishy to me. What else is he hiding?
Phoenix:
...Let's just cross-examine him and see what we can find out.
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination, please.
Cross Examination
-- What I Really Saw at the Scene --
Cosmos:
Detective Arme and I rushed to the Control Room together.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
We've already heard all about that part. Don't you have any new information?
Cosmos:
Well... Let me see... ...If you have an hour or two, I could tell you all about the HAT-1 Miracle!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
We already know all about that, too! Tell us about something related to this incident!
Cosmos:
Hmm... I see.... You want to know about incidents. ...Well then, let me tell you about... the many incidents that made me the man I am today! Yes, if you have the time, I will tell you all about the upbringing of this great man!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You've told us all about that already as well! What we need now is your testimony!
Cosmos:
............Hmm? Did I really already tell you all about my upbringing? I don't recall doing so...
Judge:
Director Cosmos, perhaps you could save your boastful tales for later.
Cosmos:
If I must. Well, we peeked in through the Control Room door and...
Cosmos:
In the lounge, we saw a figure standing in the middle of the room, and Terran on the floor.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But it was so dark, you couldn't see this figure's face, isn't that right?
Cosmos:
Yes, the room was as deep and dark as outer space itself. Speaking of outer space, during the HAT-1 launch seven years ago--
Blackquill:
If it's about that "HAT-1 Miracle" again, you can sod off and tell it to a stray mutt.
Cosmos:
Ha ha ha! Excellent idea! No reason why the animal world shouldn't hear of my greatness!
Blackquill:
...And so they shall. But first, your testimony. What happened next?
Cosmos:
We were still in the Control Room to the east when the figure fired at us!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, in other words... ...you were fired at while you were at the Control Room door.
Cosmos:
That is correct.
Phoenix:
(There's something not quite right about that...) Director Cosmos, the bullet this person fired hit you, isn't that right?
Cosmos:
Yes, it was a miracle! A miracle befitting a great, history-making figure such as myself! The bullet the figure fired hit me while I was in the Control Room. But as the cosmos would have it, the bullet bounced off my glorious medal of honor!
Phoenix:
(In that case, the bullet should've wound up somewhere around the Control Room door.)
Present Bullet
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Director Cosmos, I believe you are telling this great court a glorious lie!"
Athena:
Okay, so Director Cosmos was in the Control Room to the east.
Phoenix:
And while he was there, he was shot at by someone with a .10-caliber gun.
Athena:
But the bullet hit his medal, so he was able to escape with his life. He's a very lucky man. No wonder people think he's great.
Phoenix:
(Hey, I'm pretty lucky myself, so if he's a great man, then I'm the king of all cosmos!)
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos, I believe you are telling this great court a glorious lie!
Cosmos:
A great man like me, tell a lie?! Have you ever heard of such a thing in all of history?!
Phoenix:
My accusation is based on the positions of the people who were in the lounge. According to your testimony... ...you and Detective Arme were near the Control Room door... ...and the mystery figure was standing in the middle of the boarding lounge. If, as you say, the figure fired a gun at you from this position... ...then the bullet would have traveled in this direction. However, we found the .10-caliber bullet here.
Cosmos:
Oh!
Phoenix:
The trajectory and where the bullet was actually found contradict each other! Director Cosmos! Where were you really when you were being shot at?!
Cosmos:
............GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
(Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the human merry-go-round...)
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Don't tell me you've forgotten already? Didn't the witness himself just tell you? The bullet hit his medal. Of this... there is no mistake.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But, in that case, the bullet should have been found near the east side of the room! Are you trying to say that you can explain this inconsistency?!
Blackquill:
............Of course.
Phoenix:
I didn't think so-- WHAT?!
Blackquill:
O great Director Cosmos...
Cosmos:
Yes?! Is there something you'd like me to expound upon...?!
Blackquill:
You were in fact NOT in the Control Room to the east, were you? You were looking into the lounge from the door to the south, is that not right?
Cosmos:
............Gaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you getting at?
Blackquill:
Use your own brain. Your head must have some use other than housing that bird's nest.
Phoenix:
(Bird's nest...? Why does everyone pick on my hair?!)
Blackquill:
Director Cosmos and the detective witnessed the scene from the southern door. The killer fired at them there, and that is why the bullet was found in the south.
Phoenix:
Ah! (Th-That makes some sense, actually...)
Blackquill:
Also, the witness being at the southern door is rather favorable for the prosecution.
Phoenix:
Huh? (I've got a b-bad feeling about this...)
Blackquill:
How about it, Director? If you don't tell the truth this time...
Cosmos:
Yikes! H-His handcuffs...!
Blackquill:
...you will become but rust upon my sword. I relish the chance to cut down a great man!
Cosmos:
All right! I'll tell the truth! Just put your sword away! You are correct... I, the great Yuri Cosmos... ...was looking into the room from the southern door!
Phoenix:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! (That's the complete opposite of all the testimony he's given so far!)
Blackquill:
And now you have lost your possibility that a third person was in the room.
Phoenix:
I have? How?
Blackquill:
The director and the detective were near the southern door... ...meaning the killer couldn't have escaped through there. The western door required print recognition; the corridor beyond, was filled with smoke. The only escape route left was the eastern Control Room door............ ...And the only way to get through there was with Director Cosmos's fingerprints.
Phoenix:
Ack!
Blackquill:
In short, there would be no escape for any "third person" had there been one!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (M-My third person just disappeared... like in one of Trucy's magic tricks...!)
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Director Cosmos, why did you tell such an outrageous lie?
Cosmos:
............
Blackquill:
You were covering for the defendant... isn't that right?
Cosmos:
...Yes. It was all for the love of my men! If I said I was in the eastern Control Room... ...it would mean the culprit could have escaped through the southern door. It would have meant that there could have been a third person. All I wanted to do was protect Starbuck! I said I was in the Control Room to invent an escape route for a third person!
Phoenix:
What a convoluted lie... (Was he really covering for the defendant?)
Judge:
............It looks like we've come to a conclusion... ...that the defense's argument, the possibility of a third person, has crumbled.
Athena:
N-Nooo!
Blackquill:
Hmph. It's over.
Phoenix:
(Yikes! The judge is about to hand down his verdict! Think, Phoenix, think! This is the perfect time to try and turn my thinking around! If a third person had no way of escaping the scene... ...then what if one of the people at the scene was this third person? ............Wait! What if the whole premise is all wrong? Director Cosmos said that he and Detective Arme rushed to the scene together. But what if that premise isn't true? What if one of them reached the scene before the other one? And if that person entered the lounge... ...then THEY would be the third person!)
Judge:
The defendant is the only one who could've killed the victim and shot at the director. There doesn't appear to be any room for argument against these claims. I will now render my verdict--
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Please wait, Your Honor! There is still one possibility.
Judge:
Oh? This had better be good, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
There is one and only one person who could have escaped from the scene. And that person would be the first person who arrived on the scene. Then, upon entering the boarding lounge... ...the second person to arrive came via the southern door. That's why the first person fled from the room... ...using an escape route that was accessible only to them!
Judge:
Very well. Let's hear more about this theory. Who is this one person who could have escaped from the boarding lounge?
Present Yuri Cosmos profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"What? B-But that's............"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
............Hmph. And just how did that person escape from the scene of the crime?
Phoenix:
............Um, somehow...?
Judge:
Fishing for an answer, are we? Well, congratulations on catching this prize penalty!
Phoenix:
Please let me try again, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well. But let's have no more of your fishy answers, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"There is one and only one person who could have escaped from the scene."
Judge:
What? B-But that's............ Mr. Wright! Wh-Wh-What are you claiming here?!
Phoenix:
Of all the people who were at the scene, only the witness could have escaped. The director is the only one with the authority to open the Control Room door, after all.
Judge:
B-But... But that means...!
Phoenix:
Exactly. The true identity of the third person is our current witness. Director Yuri Cosmos!
Cosmos:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Blackquill:
What?!
Athena:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court, I say! Mr. Wright, you will explain yourself in more detail!
Phoenix:
I assert that Director Cosmos arrived at the scene before Detective Arme... ...and entered the boarding lounge alone. Detective Arme arrived after that and... ...saw a suspicious figure, who was actually Director Cosmos, standing in the lounge. And that's why she fired those two warning shots!
Cosmos:
Gaaagh! I've been hit! I've been hit on the starboard side!
Athena:
Captain Wright! It's a direct hit on the enemy ship, sir! A magnificent shot!
Cosmos:
Warning shots fired from the enemy ship! Prepare to intercept!
Blackquill:
Cosmos! You have told a lie in this court once again!
Cosmos:
I've been hit! I've been hit on the port side! The enemy has called in reinforcements!
Phoenix:
(Earth to Cosmos Control Center... Requesting permission to ask that you return to reality.)
Cosmos:
But my ship will not go down to anything less than the ultimate weapon of evidence!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But I do have evidence. In fact... ...you could say that your battleship bears its scar.
Cosmos:
Nghrgh!
Phoenix:
(If Director Cosmos is the third person Aura Blackquill saw...)
Phoenix:
This third person fired at Detective Arme and Director Cosmos with their gun. And in return, the detective fired her warning shots. Isn't that how it really went down, Director Cosmos?
Cosmos:
Ha ha ha! It looks like you've deduced my miraculous tale of survival! Yes, you're absolutely correct. The mystery person fired upon us!
Phoenix:
(Director Cosmos must've been the one who fired the .10-caliber gun. When Detective Arme discovered him in the lounge... ...it only makes sense that he would've turned and shot at her. Therefore... the evidence on the director's body is of a different kind of relevance than before!) Once we compare it against another piece of evidence... ...the mark that you received from the "third party" will be all the proof we need... ...to prove that you were the one in the lounge!
Cosmos:
Uuuuuuuuurrrrgh! Brace for further impact!
Phoenix:
Comparison against this piece of evidence will prove that you were the one in the lounge!
Present Bullet from Arme's Gun
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The .38-caliber bullet found on the floor at the scene didn't hit the oxygen tank."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
............And what would you like to say about that piece of evidence, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, uh... I would like to say that... this is not it!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please only present evidence that you think "is it!"
Phoenix:
Urk. (I guess that really wasn't it... ...but I AM sure the third person was Director Cosmos.)
Leads back to:
"Comparison against this piece of evidence will prove that you were the one in the lounge!"
Phoenix:
The .38-caliber bullet found on the floor at the scene didn't hit the oxygen tank. It hit Director Cosmos's medal. If we have that ricochet mark on the medal analyzed, I'm sure the caliber will match up. And if that mark proves to be from a .38-caliber bullet... ...it will prove that you are the third person we've been looking for!
Cosmos:
GAAAAAAAAAAGH! The bridge is destroyed! Losing altitude! All hands, abandon ship!
Judge:
If that's true, then what about the bullet that hit the oxygen tank?
Phoenix:
It was the .10-caliber bullet... In other words... ...it was the bullet fired by Yuri Cosmos. Isn't that right, Director?!
Cosmos:
Noooooooo! You've got it all wrong! What? The engines have started again? It's a miracle! I'm not going down yet!
Judge:
Witness! Stop this at once and confess the the [sic] truth!
Phoenix:
If you don't want the history books to say that a great man was a great liar...
Athena:
...Then accept your fate and tell the truth!
Cosmos:
Are you giving me orders?! Me, the great director of the Cosmos Space Center?! GAAAAAGH! But the cosmos revolves around meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Someone get me off this thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! And will someone please stop the witness from spinning?!
Judge:
Phew... Thank goodness we were able to stop him from spinning off the face of the Earth.
Blackquill:
While he was twirling, I took the liberty of running an analysis on the mark on the medal. It was made by a .38-caliber bullet, matching it with the size of Detective Arme's firearm.
Cosmos:
NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
Are you ready to confess the truth, witness?
Cosmos:
No! You've got it all wrong! This is just a misunderstanding!
Athena:
Is he going to start piling on more lies?
Phoenix:
It looks like it... (But no matter how many lies he tells, I'll just expose them one by one! I'll MAKE that big liar tell the truth!)
To Be Continued
Judge:
Director Cosmos! A new possibility has been presented by the defense. They are claiming that you were this "third person"!
Cosmos:
Aaaaaaagh! Forgive me! I'm so sorry!
Blackquill:
So the great pioneer of space development is revealed to be just another fabulist cur. I only have one question for the likes of you: shall I send you off quickly or very quickly?
Cosmos:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
The evidence doesn't lie, Director Cosmos, so don't try to talk your way out of this!
Cosmos:
F-Fine! I'll tell the truth! It's all just as you say, Mr. Wright! I-It's true that I was there in the boarding lounge! I got there before Detective Arme, and when she arrived, she fired warning shots at me! I was afraid people would mistake me for the killer, so I escaped to the Control Room. I then went past the elevators and all the way around to Boarding Lounge 1 again. I came up behind Detective Arme and pretended to be the second on the scene!
Blackquill:
What a troublesome old man you are, with such convoluted deeds and thoughts...
Judge:
Hmm... I see... So then... ...are you still insisting that you did NOT kill the victim?
Cosmos:
O-Of course I am! When I arrived at the lounge alone... ...I saw the true killer! The great Yuri Cosmos was a history-making witness!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Now hold on just one moment! We just proved a few minutes ago... ...that the third person that Mr. Starbuck and Ms. Aura Blackquill saw... was you!
Cosmos:
No! It wasn't me! I saw the person as well! If I were the killer, why would I lie to cover for Starbuck?! I would just leave him to take the fall!
Athena:
Hmm... That is an excellent point...
Cosmos:
All I wanted to do was protect Starbuck! I said I was in the Control Room to invent an escape route for a third person!
Athena:
Well, it makes some sense if he told those lies to cover for Mr. Starbuck...
Phoenix:
Still, a lie's a lie, Athena.
Athena:
So Director Cosmos claims he's not the culprit... but where's the proof?
Cosmos:
Ah! I just remembered! I have an alibi! Ms. Blackquill said that she saw the killer at 10 AM, correct?
Phoenix:
Yes... And...?
Cosmos:
Well! I was on the fourth floor helping with the evacuation effort! Ask any member of the staff you'd like! They'll corroborate me!
Blackquill:
...The director is not fibbing to the court, for once. I confirm that he has an alibi for the time specified.
Phoenix:
So... you're claiming that Ms. Blackquill saw the killer commit the crime first at 10 AM... ...and that you arrived at the lounge after that?
Cosmos:
Yes, and I believe the person I saw is the same person that Ms. Blackquill saw. Although, it was pitch black, so it was more of a shadowy figure and less of a person... ...and I couldn't actually see their face, but it was definitely the silhouette of an earthling.
Athena:
Hmm... As long as he has an alibi... ...we can't very well claim Director Cosmos was the killer.
Phoenix:
No, we can't. Then again, maybe we don't need to yet. (I wonder if he was really covering for Mr. Starbuck...) Your Honor, the defense moves to have the director testify about that person he saw.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Director Cosmos, your testimony, please.
Witness Testimony
-- What I Really Witnessed --
Cosmos:
As I tried to enter the lounge, the true killer inside fired a gun at me!
I hid to avoid getting shot...
...but, when I tried to get another look, they had vanished into thin air!
I was near the elevator side door, and, well, the Launch Pad 1 door...
...and the control room door should've been shut tight to the killer...
Phoenix:
So you were shot at by the killer as well? And then they disappeared?
Cosmos:
Yes, though luckily, no harm came to my glorious body. Unfortunately, the bullet hit Terran's oxygen tank. I know because I heard a "pang!" That must've been the sound of the tank being ruptured.
Athena:
Wait, but I thought the bullet hit his medal?
Phoenix:
That was Detective Arme's bullet, remember?
Athena:
R-Right... What a mess this is turning into. So, let's see... Director Cosmos is claiming that when he found Mr. Terran and his killer... ...the culprit shot a .10-caliber bullet at him.
Phoenix:
Right, but it actually hit Mr. Terran's oxygen tank and ruptured it.
Athena:
And then, the killer disappeared, and the director went into the boarding lounge... ...when Detective Arme caught up and fired those warning shots at him. Judging by his medal, it looks like one of them almost took him out, too.
Phoenix:
Good summary, but that doesn't explain where our mystery killer went. Director Cosmos, I was wondering if you could elaborate on when the figure disappeared.
Cosmos:
I'm ashamed to admit I tried to hide myself when I was shot at, but... ...when I peeped back into the lounge, the real killer was... gone. I rushed into the lounge straight away to investigate... ...but what I found was Terran with a knife in his chest, and Starbuck out cold on the floor.
Judge:
Hmm... So we have a culprit who vanished from a scene that had no escape route...
Cosmos:
Vanished without a trace. It's truly like one of the great mysteries of the cosmos.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. A riddle of the ages, indeed. But I'd rather know... ...how a fibbing leech such as you can be lauded as great.
Cosmos:
............A great man is always misunderstood in his own time. But he must remain true to himself, even if those around him don't understand!
Phoenix:
(Wow, that might be the first true statement he's said all day!) But how do you suppose this person managed to vanish so suddenly?
Blackquill:
Simple. Because it was Space Boy himself. When he was spotted by the director and Aura, he quickly feigned unconsciousness. That would certainly take all the mystery out of the idea of a vanished culprit.
Phoenix:
(I want to raise an objection, but I don't have any counterevidence.) Director Cosmos, when you saw this person... ...did you also see Mr. Starbuck on the floor?
Cosmos:
No, because it was as dark as a black hole in there. I didn't see Starbuck until the other person vanished and I entered the room.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... That wasn't exactly helpful.)
Blackquill:
Hmph. I'm prepared to accept your surrender, Wright-dono.
Phoenix:
(............I can't find any holes in his testimony, but I can't give up!)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, why don't you let me help?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Athena:
While the director was giving his testimony, I detected a cacophony of discord.
Phoenix:
Which means he's hiding his true feelings from us, huh... (This just might help us find out what happened to our vanished killer...) That'd be great, Athena. Let's see what you can do with him!
Athena:
You got it, Boss! I wouldn't want to miss this chance to delve into a great mind! Yuri Cosmos, prepare to hand over the secrets of your heart to me!
Cosmos:
As I tried to enter the lounge...
Cosmos:
...the true killer inside fired a gun at me!
Cosmos:
I hid to avoid getting shot...
Cosmos:
...but, when I tried to get another look, they had vanished into thin air!
Pinpoint Surprise (before pinpointing Fear on sixth statement)
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
You must have thought it was very strange that the killer vanished into thin air.
Cosmos:
I did! That kind of thing just doesn't happen, usually!
Phoenix:
And yet, at that time, you barely registered any shock at the occurrence.
Cosmos:
What?! Why are you--?! Nngrrrh!
Phoenix:
I can only think of one reason as to why you weren't surprised the killer's vanishing act. You must've had a good idea of where they went. Isn't that right?
Cosmos:
Whaaat?! No! O-Of course not...! That's preposterous! Only I can enter the control room... ...and the area beyond the launch pad door was filled with smoke, making it impassable! And as for the southern door... ...I was standing right there. So there was nowhere for the killer to run to.
Phoenix:
Maybe, or maybe not. You went into the room to check on Mr. Starbuck and Mr. Terran, yes? What if the culprit took that opportunity to silently slip out through the southern door?
Cosmos:
I highly doubt it. As you recall, right after I entered the lounge... ...Detective Arme came rushing towards it herself via the southern hallway. Anyone trying to escape through there would have been caught by her.
Phoenix:
(And yet, the director wasn't surprised the killer vanished...) So you're absolutely sure there was no escape route for the culprit to use?
Cosmos:
Ngh...
Athena:
It's working, Boss! One more punch and it'll be a knockout! There seems to be one more emotion that's at odds with his testimony! Go get him!
Phoenix:
Okay! Back in the matrix it is! (Time to pinpoint our way to victory!)
Leads back to Mood Matrix
Pinpoint Surprise (after pinpointing Fear on sixth statement)
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
You must have thought it was very strange that the killer vanished into thin air.
Cosmos:
I did! That kind of thing just doesn't happen, usually!
Phoenix:
And yet, at that time, you barely registered any shock at the occurrence.
Cosmos:
What?! Why are you--?! Nngrrrh!
Phoenix:
I can only think of one reason as to why you weren't surprised the killer's vanishing act. You must've had a good idea of where they went. Isn't that right?
Cosmos:
Whaaat?! No! O-Of course not...! That's preposterous! Only I can enter the control room... ...and the area beyond the launch pad door was filled with smoke, making it impassable! And as for the southern door... ...I was standing right there. So there was nowhere for the killer to run to.
Phoenix:
Maybe, or maybe not. You went into the room to check on Mr. Starbuck and Mr. Terran, yes? What if the culprit took that opportunity to silently slip out through the southern door?
Cosmos:
I highly doubt it. As you recall, right after I entered the lounge... ...Detective Arme came rushing towards it herself via the southern hallway. Anyone trying to escape through there would have been caught by her.
Phoenix:
(And yet, the director wasn't surprised the killer vanished...) So you're absolutely sure there was no escape route for the culprit to use?
Cosmos:
Ngh...
Leads to:
"I'll just input those two pieces of data, and... Yes!"
Cosmos:
I was near the elevator-side door...
Cosmos:
and, well, the Launch Pad 1 door...
Pinpoint Fear (before pinpointing Surprise on fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
Correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem to be afraid of the launch pad door.
Cosmos:
Th-The great Yuri Cosmos? Afraid?! A-And what basis do you have for that outlandish accusation?!
Phoenix:
Whether I have basis or not, you seem quite distressed by it.
Cosmos:
I-I'm most certainly not!
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos! There's something about the launch pad door you're not telling us, isn't there?
Cosmos:
Nghhhhh............! Gaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Athena:
Wow, he's speechless! It looks like you hit the nail on the head, Boss.
Cosmos:
Ngh...
Athena:
It's working, Boss! One more punch and it'll be a knockout! There seems to be one more emotion that's at odds with his testimony! Go get him!
Phoenix:
Okay! Back in the matrix it is! (Time to pinpoint our way to victory!)
Leads back to Mood Matrix
Pinpoint Fear (after pinpointing Surprise on fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
Correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem to be afraid of the launch pad door.
Cosmos:
Th-The great Yuri Cosmos? Afraid?! A-And what basis do you have for that outlandish accusation?!
Phoenix:
Whether I have basis or not, you seem quite distressed by it.
Cosmos:
I-I'm most certainly not!
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos! There's something about the launch pad door you're not telling us, isn't there?
Cosmos:
Nghhhhh............! Gaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Athena:
Wow, he's speechless! It looks like you hit the nail on the head, Boss.
Cosmos:
Ngh...
Leads to:
"I'll just input those two pieces of data, and... Yes!"
Cosmos:
...and the Control Room door should've been shut tight to the killer...
Athena:
Talk about mixed feelings! He must be trying to account for a number of contradictions. Mr. Wright. Maybe this time we shouldn't just look for contradictory emotions... We should also look for emotions that should be there, but aren't.
Phoenix:
(I guess it shouldn't be a surprise that his mind is a convoluted place, too...)
Athena:
He must have felt very shaken and distressed at the time. Let's focus on the fluctuations in his emotions and see what we can uncover!
Athena:
I'll just input those two pieces of data, and... Yes! Just what I wanted to see!
NOISE LEVEL70%
Athena:
Presto chango! Less discord! It looks like we're on the right track!
Phoenix:
Thanks, Athena. (Now to make sense of what we've learned... Director Cosmos wasn't surprised that the culprit suddenly vanished from the lounge. Which point to the possibility that he knew where the killer had escaped to. Furthermore, talking about the door to the launch pad made him uneasy. In other words, he's probably hiding something about the Launch Pad 1 door. When we put these two pieces together, only one solution to this puzzle comes to mind!) Director Cosmos, did the real killer escape through here?
Present Launch Pad 1 door
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The culprit went through the Launch Pad 1 door to escape, didn't they?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
The culprit escaped through there...?
Phoenix:
That's right. There's actually a secret corridor hidden there!
Cosmos:
What are you talking about?! There are no secret corridors there... or anywhere!
Phoenix:
...That's what I was afraid of.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I want no more irresponsible answers from you, is that clear?!
Phoenix:
Please let me give that another shot, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"(Director Cosmos wasn't surprised that the culprit suddenly vanished from the lounge.)"
Phoenix:
The culprit went through the Launch Pad 1 door to escape, didn't they?
Cosmos:
Yes... I mean, no...! Disaster to starboard! We're going to crash into an asteroid!
Phoenix:
(A master tactician, you are not.)
Athena:
But the area beyond that door was filled with smoke, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
............True, but this is still the only logical answer there is. If we can just figure out what the director is hiding about the Launch Pad 1 door... ...we should be able to iron out the logical inconsistencies.
Cosmos:
Ngh... Grnk... B-But that door requires fingerprint recognition! Only Starbuck, Terran, and I have access! I don't see how the killer could've opened that security lock! Do you?!
Phoenix:
That's an easy one. The killer was right there in the boarding lounge, meaning... ...there's a way he could have easily gotten past that security lock. (Come to think of it, we did examine the prints on the fingerprint recognition device...) I propose that the killer used this person's fingerprints to get past the security lock!
Present Solomon Starbuck profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Th-That's...!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Yikes!
Blackquill:
That person's fingerprints were not found on the device. You sounded so sure, only to produce this nonsense. What were you thinking?
Phoenix:
Uh, well... I was thinking my curl could use a trim... GAAAAAGH!
Judge:
That's enough. Free haircuts are to be gotten on your own time, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. Though I can't recommend Barber Blackquill if you value your head... (Being in the lounge, the killer would've had access to a certain person's prints...)
Leads back to:
"(Come to think of it, we did examine the prints on the fingerprint recognition device...)"
Judge:
Th-That's...!
Phoenix:
Mr. Starbuck was lying unconscious there in the boarding lounge. Anybody could have easily gotten past the security lock by using Mr. Starbuck's prints. And actually, Mr. Starbuck's prints are exactly what we found on the device's screen.
Cosmos:
............AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
(It looks like he DOES have something to hide about the Launch Pad 1 door. And I'm betting it's got something to do with the culprit's escape route! But I don't have enough information to see the whole picture yet...)
Judge:
............You know, something just occurred to me... Would you like to hear it?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, yes! By all means!
Judge:
There's a security camera in Boarding Lounge 1.
Phoenix:
Right, the one that recorded the victim and the defendant. What about it, Your Honor?
Judge:
If the true culprit escaped into the Launch Pad 1 corridor... ...then that might be recorded on the security footage as well! Then, the mystery would be solved! What do you think of my logic?
Phoenix:
............
Blackquill:
............
............
Blackquill:
I hope you didn't strain your faculties too much for that, Your Baldness.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Blackquill:
Look, if we play the security footage beyond this point...
Judge:
Oh, my! The footage cuts off!
Blackquill:
The camera was running on backup power, but apparently the power cables were damaged. Most likely by the aftereffects of the explosion. There is no footage after this -- be it of criminals or space aliens...
Judge:
Hmm... And I thought it was such a good idea, too...
Blackquill:
Hmph. Just because your grandchild is watching from the gallery... ...it doesn't mean you should try to show off too much... Grandpa Baldness.
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill! How did you know about my grandchild...?!
Athena:
I think his grandchild just learned a little about the harshness of the adult world...
Phoenix:
Setting aside the issue of grandchildren, I'd like to have the witness continue. Director Cosmos, could you tell us more about when you entered the lounge?
Cosmos:
...Ngh... Graaagh... If I-I must...
Cosmos:
I hid to avoid getting shot...
Cosmos:
After the killer vanished, I went into the lounge...
Cosmos:
...but that's when Detective Arme appeared from the elevator-side door!
Pinpoint Surprise
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Director Cosmos."
Cosmos:
And then, the detective shot at me!
Pinpoint Surprise
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Director Cosmos."
Cosmos:
So you see, the killer could've only escaped to the launch pad, right?
Phoenix:
What do you think about Director Cosmos's emotional responses, Athena?
Athena:
............Actually, my cat is really sick, you know.
Phoenix:
What? Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.
Athena:
And on top of that, my dog just doesn't seem to want to play with me.
Phoenix:
............Umm, why are you telling me all this now?
Athena:
Just humor me, okay? Now, when you heard about my cat... ...and then about my dog, which story made you feel sadder?
Phoenix:
The story about your cat, of course. It's only natural.
Athena:
Exactly. That would be the natural reaction. But there's nothing natural about the director's reactions. I think how each individual reaction changes across the whole testimony will be the key.
Phoenix:
Sounds unnaturally complicated... (But that somehow doesn't surprise me.)
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos. Why were you so surprised when Detective Arme found you, and again when she fired? Isn't that a bit unnatural?!
Cosmos:
............Sadly, even great men such as myself have ordinary human feelings. Our bodies are bound by the forces of gravity and emotions. Even a great man such as myself experiences surprise on occasion.
Phoenix:
...Umm, yes, I'm sure you do. But my real point... ...is not the fact that you were surprised, but rather, what you were surprised by.
Cosmos:
Pardon me?
Phoenix:
First, you were surprised when Detective Arme found you in the lounge. And, just after that, you were of course again surprised when she shot at you. But, considering what you were surprised about, a strange phenomenon occurs here. Director Cosmos, what is strange about your surprised reaction is the fact that you were...
Surprised twice
Phoenix:
You were surprised when the detective found you, a self-styled "great man." And then you were surprised again when she fired warning shots at you. Would such a self-professed great man such as yourself be surprised by such things?
Cosmos:
............It is my duty to lead the human race into the future. If my life is put in danger... ...it is also my duty to be surprised and take precautions to save my life! If anything were to happen to me, what would become of the future of mankind?!
Phoenix:
(...Well, he certainly has a high opinion of himself. It looks like I got it wrong, in any case...)
Leads back to:
"Director Cosmos, what is strange about your surprised reaction is the fact that you were..."
Not surprised by something else
Phoenix:
Wasn't there something you should have been more surprised by?
Cosmos:
Hmph. A brave man such as myself is not so easily surprised! But being shot at -- now THAT would surprise anybody!
Phoenix:
(Well, when you put it that way... I guess I'm barking up the wrong tree here...)
Leads back to:
"Director Cosmos, what is strange about your surprised reaction is the fact that you were..."
More surprised when Arme came
Leads to:
"Sure, you were surprised when Detective Arme shot at you..."
Phoenix:
Sure, you were surprised when Detective Arme shot at you... ...but the surprise you felt when she found you in the lounge was much greater.
Cosmos:
Gagh!
Phoenix:
The fact that you were more surprised by simply being found than by being shot at... ...suggests to me that you were conflicted about whatever it was you were doing there!
Cosmos:
The enemy has acquired a new weapon! Commence operation Hide Under Your Desk! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
(Please tell me I finally sunk his battleship...)
NOISE LEVEL30%
Athena:
Boss, I'm getting less discord now! That must mean... ...he really is hiding something about that launch pad door.
Phoenix:
(And whatever he's hiding most likely has something to do with the killer's escape.)
Athena:
I wonder what it could be?
Phoenix:
If he was doing something suspicious around that door... ...maybe we can spot some changes between before he came to the room and after.
Athena:
Detective Fulbright gave us a photo taken after the crime. Let's run a comparison. Let's see. This is the footage of the door before Director Cosmos arrived. And this is how the door looked after the director entered the lounge.
Phoenix:
............Hey, look at that! (There IS a change! Something's definitely different!) Director Cosmos.
Cosmos:
What is it? What have you two been up to over there?
Phoenix:
Finding the answer to what you were doing when Detective Arme found you, that's what. And that answer lies clearly in this footage. All we have to do is compare it to the photo that was taken during the investigation.
Cosmos:
Don't be ridiculous! If you really do have an answer, you'd have pointed it out already!
Phoenix:
(He's asking for it. THIS is what changed directly after the incident...)
Present knob
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The answer is this knob."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I believe the answer is this.
Cosmos:
Hmm... And how exactly did that change?
Phoenix:
It's such a futuristic building, it wouldn't be surprising if something like that could change!
Athena:
...Um, I think it would be pretty surprising...
Phoenix:
...I... guess you're right.
Judge:
After all this time, your claim is what's surprising to me, Mr. Wright. Penalty!
Phoenix:
(Director Spacecase won't fess up to anything without proof of what he did in that room...)
Leads back to:
"(He's asking for it. THIS is what changed directly after the incident...)"
Phoenix:
The answer is this knob.
Cosmos:
Ngaaaaah! That's--!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, please take a look at this footage.
Judge:
Hmm... Let's see...
Phoenix:
Take a look at the knob next to the launch pad door. As you can see, it's horizontal.
Judge:
Yes, it is, isn't it?
Phoenix:
However... ...when we investigated the scene of the crime yesterday, the knob was vertical.
Judge:
Hmm... And what does that mean?
Phoenix:
It means that sometime between before the director arrived and after... ...someone turned this knob!
Cosmos:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
After the scene was discovered, you were the only one who could have turned the knob. Come on, now, Director Cosmos! Let's hear what you have to say! What were you trying to do by turning that knob by the door?
Cosmos:
Ngaaaaah! Fine! I admit it! You're right. I did turn that knob. That knob is a safety lock meant to keep the launch pad in place. I was afraid there would be more explosions... ...so I wanted to move the launch pad away!
Phoenix:
You wanted to do what...?
Athena:
Hey, didn't Ponco tell us something about how they prepare for launch? She said that once the launch pad's fully assembled, it's moved to the launch site. But the safety lock in the boarding lounge has to be disengaged first.
Phoenix:
I guess that clears up what that knob is for.
Athena:
Oh! So, if the killer escaped into the Launch Pad 1 corridor... ...maybe they were transported along with the launch pad to the launch site?
Phoenix:
I don't think so... The Launch Pad 1 corridor was filled with smoke. I don't think they could've escaped through that corridor.
Athena:
So then, where DID the killer escape to?
Phoenix:
(............Hmm... I guess there are still some things we have to uncover...) Director Cosmos! I request that you tell us about moving the launch pad in more detail!
Cosmos:
Fine! But listen carefully! For I'm about to give history-making testimony!
Cosmos:
I had no choice but to disengage the safety lock.
Pinpoint Happiness
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
""I had no choice but to disengage the safety lock.""
Cosmos:
I feared there might be more explosions...
Cosmos:
...so I had to cut the launch pad loose.
Cosmos:
Surely, the only escape the killer had was through Launch Pad 1.
Cosmos:
But that area was a sea of smoke...
Cosmos:
Confound it! Where on Earth could they have gone?!
Athena:
The director seems driven into a corner now. I can tell he's having a hard time hiding his true feelings!
Phoenix:
Just one final push, then!
Athena:
His attempts to conceal the truth shouldn't be all that hard for us to break through. If we keep at it calmly, I'm sure we'll cross the finish line!
Phoenix:
"I had no choice but to disengage the safety lock." You make it sound like you were reluctant to do so. And yet, when you did it, you felt some joy, as if you were very pleased with yourself.
Cosmos:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! H-How do you do it?! How do you know everything as if you were there?!
Athena:
Pretty impressive, isn't it? This is the power of analytical psychology!
Phoenix:
So, care to explain why you felt joy when you disengaged the safety lock? When I think back on the facts we've discovered up to this point... ...I have to believe that you were trying to fulfill some hidden agenda.
Cosmos:
.........Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! How do you know about THAT, too?!
Phoenix:
Because I'm more or less a pro... (...At guessing...)
Cosmos:
B-But, you have no proof that I had a hidden agenda! And even if I did, I would never, ever tell you! So there!
Phoenix:
I know they say people regress as they grow older, but you, sir, take the cake...
Cosmos:
And how could you doubt a man with such great intensity, intelligence, and integrity?!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
............You? A man of integrity? Don't make me laugh.
Phoenix:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill? (What came over him all of a sudden?)
Blackquill:
You've spouted nothing but falsities since you stepped up to the stand. You're not the kind of man that will be glorified in the annals of history. Not for greatness, anyway............ Unless you consider "greatest barefaced liar" an honor.
Cosmos:
L-L-L-LIIIIIIIAAAAAAAR?!
Phoenix:
(*gulp* His words bite harder than his blade...)
Blackquill:
You moved Launch Pad 1 AFTER the explosions? My, how naïve you are. You fail to realize how even the facts themselves have betrayed you.
Phoenix:
You know... Just a thought, but modern English can be your friend...
Blackquill:
And here's a thought for you. Immediately following the bombing... ...Launch Pad 1 was on the Boarding Lounge 1 side. The police confirmed this on scene.
Phoenix:
WHAAAT?!
Cosmos:
L-L-L-LIIIIIIIAAAAAAAR?!
Athena:
So that means... the director DIDN'T move the launch pad?!
Blackquill:
Curse my judgment for calling history's greatest liar to the witness stand. Let us leave him to indulge in his lies and war games to his heart's content.
Cosmos:
L-L-L-LIIIIIIIAAAAAAAR?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But it doesn't make sense! You can't deny that someone turned that knob. And once the safety lock was released, I'm sure the pad must've went somewhere. If we chase down the truth of this issue, we just might find where the killer escaped to... Aaaaaaaaaagh!
Blackquill:
You're "sure" it "must've" went somewhere? We "just might" find out? Your arguments are nothing but conjecture, bluffing, and wishful thinking. Stop chasing your fantasies, and see reality for what it really is. Or are you not man enough to, boy?!
Phoenix:
GAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Athena:
Ha ha, talk about hitting below the belt.
Phoenix:
(Y-Young'uns these days...! I don't understand it. I'm sure Director Cosmos must have moved the launch pad... The knob was definitely turned after we came to the lounge. But the launch pad is right where it's supposed to be... Argh! ............! Wait a minute. Maybe I have it all backwards!) What if the director turned the knob -- not to move the launch pad away... ...but to bring it back to where it was supposed to be?
Blackquill:
...What are you blathering about?
Phoenix:
What if the launch pad was at the launch site before the incident? And then, after the incident... ...Director Cosmos moved it back to its usual spot? All he had to do was turn the knob to call the launch pad back... ...and it would be right where the police found it! GAAAAAGH!
Blackquill:
............Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Athena:
You made him sigh like Mr. Starbuck.
Phoenix:
Was what I said really THAT off-base?
Blackquill:
It pains me to have to explain how wrong your own logic is to you, however... ...our great liar turned the knob only after he discovered the crime scene. Indeed, the pad existed beyond the lounge when our astro-wonders made their escape. A fact that has been recorded for posterity on filmless film.
Phoenix:
Oh, right...
Blackquill:
So, to reiterate... Stop chasing your fantasies, and see reality for what it really is, boy.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Athena:
Get a grip, Mr. Wright, and focus! We know the launch pad must've been moved...
Phoenix:
But our deductions and the actual facts of the case are in direct contradiction to each other.
Athena:
Well, maybe the two astronauts never actually boarded the rocket! This footage could be fake -- taken with body doubles after the incident or something! ............On second thought, that's too far-fetched, even for me.
Phoenix:
............"Never actually boarded the rocket"...? ............Hey, wait a minute! Maybe, just maybe...
Athena:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill! What if I told you that the two astronauts... ...never set foot inside the launch pad area, but instead, went into another place? And what if when the director moved Launch Pad 1 back, it was not from the launch site... ...but from another place. What would you say then?
Blackquill:
Cut the existential bull or I'll cut you.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you will explain yourself at once!
Phoenix:
(I know I'm right. It was all the other way around from the beginning!) Very well, Your Honor. Let me explain. Director Cosmos's reason for moving Launch Pad 1 was...
To hide it
Phoenix:
Because he wanted to hide Launch Pad 1!
Judge:
Hmm, well, let's suppose he did move it. Where in the world would he hide it? An enormous launch pad like that... I highly doubt it could truly be hidden.
Phoenix:
Oh, uh... behind something, maybe...?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Are you asking me or telling me?!
Phoenix:
Urk. (Looks like I messed that up...) Your Honor! Please let me give it another try!
Leads back to:
"Director Cosmos's reason for moving Launch Pad 1 was..."
To switch it with another place
Leads to:
"Because he wanted to switch it with some other place!"
To trap the true killer
Phoenix:
Because he wanted to trap the true killer!
Blackquill:
............Hmph. Wright-dono, need I remind you there was an explosion? And that the corridor between the launch pad and the lounge was thick with smoke? If the killer had been trapped in there, they would've been found as dead as their victim.
Phoenix:
I-I guess you're right.
Judge:
Well, I'm glad you both agree. Now here's a penalty for you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I don't agree with that penalty, though...) Your Honor! Please give me another chance!
Leads back to:
"Director Cosmos's reason for moving Launch Pad 1 was..."
Phoenix:
Because he wanted to switch it with some other place!
Judge:
I'm sorry, but did you say, "switch it"? But what could he possibly have switched the launch pad with?
Phoenix:
Oh, you'd be surprised, Your Honor. All it takes is a little thinking outside the box, and the answer becomes clear as day! This is what was switched with Launch Pad 1!
Present Space Museum
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Launch Pad 1 was switched with... the Space Museum?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
............Hmph. And how do you propose THAT was switched with the launch pad?
Phoenix:
Oh, I dunno. You know how these things work, don't you?
Blackquill:
I don't.
Judge:
I don't either. But I do know there is a penalty for you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(What could've been switched with Launch Pad 1...? It really can only be that place?)
Leads back to:
"This is what was switched with Launch Pad 1!"
Blackquill:
Launch Pad 1 was switched with... the Space Museum?
Phoenix:
In the past, the Space Museum used to be Launch Pad 2. It has all the same features as Launch Pad 1, and can even be moved to the launch site. Meaning, the Space Museum and Launch Pad 1 can also be switched with each other.
Judge:
Y-You can't mean...?
Phoenix:
The rocket the astronauts boarded was not the one in Launch Pad 1. It was the one in the Space Museum!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Blackquill:
BALDERDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!
Phoenix:
And yet, it's the only explanation that accounts for every riddle and inconsistency. This is how the Space Center was just before the incident.
Judge:
I see Launch Pad 1 and the Space Museum have already switched placed.
Phoenix:
That's right. And with the two switched like this... ...the astronauts entered the Space Museum from Boarding Lounge 1. This allowed the true killer to enter Launch Pad 1 from Boarding Lounge 2... ...and set the bomb on the rocket.
Athena:
Come to think of it, the door to the Space Museum from Boarding Lounge 2...
Ponco:
Welcome! Welcome! The Space Museum is open to the public every day of the year from 9 AM to 7 PM!
Phoenix:
Exactly. Anyone could pass through the door to the Space Museum. There is no fingerprint recognition system on that door. In other words, with the two launch pads switched like that... ...someone other than Mr. Starbuck could have easily planted that bomb!
Blackquill:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
After setting the bomb on the rocket... ...the culprit snuck into Boarding Lounge 1 and waited there, concealed... ...in order to kill Mr. Terran when the two astronauts emerged from the Space Museum. Recall that Ms. Blackquill, Mr. Starbuck, and the director all saw a suspicious figure... ...who, we can suppose, after killing Mr. Terran... ...made their escape into the Space Museum. After that, Director Cosmos switched the two launch pads back... ...without realizing the killer was inside the Space Museum. The killer then left the Space Museum and made a clean getaway!
Cosmos:
Ngaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Blackquill:
Wright-dono, I see you know how to handle a sword, and handle it well. Perhaps I should call you Swordmaster Bluff?
Phoenix:
I'm a seasoned warrior who has cut down many a prosecutor.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
But unless you can prove your theory, it's no better than a rusty sword.
Cosmos:
Th-That's right! You have no proof I switched the launch pads!
Phoenix:
(...SOMEBODY needs a better anger management counselor...)
Athena:
If the launch pads really were switched, there might be a record of it somewhere.
Phoenix:
At this point, Launch Pad 1 and the Space Museum were switched with each other.
Athena:
So the corridor beyond the door should be the one that belongs to the Space Museum. Let's see. This is an image of the Launch Pad 1 corridor. Do you see anything different when we compare it to the security footage?
Phoenix:
Huh? (Th-That number on the floor...!) Well, what do you know? It looks like we have proof after all, Prosecutor Blackquill.
Blackquill:
............And if this is just another bluff?
Phoenix:
Oh, don't worry. It's all right here. Right in this footage. Proof that, beyond this door, is the corridor to the Space Museum!
Judge:
Very well, then. Answer this for me, if you would. What in this footage proves that the corridor belongs to the Space Museum?
Present number "2" on the floor
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There's a "1" on the floor of the Launch Pad 1 corridor."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Take a look at this point!
Judge:
Hm? What about that constitutes "proof"?
Phoenix:
Doesn't it kind of somehow give you the feeling that a switch has been made?
Judge:
Not in the slightest! And please refrain from using the words "kind of somehow" when presenting proof!
Athena:
Well... Wanna take another look at the Launch Pad 1 corridor again? OK, here's the footage of the Launch Pad 1 corridor. Do you see anything different when we compare it to the security footage?
Phoenix:
Right! (The number on the floor...!) Please give me another chance, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well, if I must. Now then.
Leads back to:
"What in this footage proves that the corridor belongs to the Space Museum?"
Phoenix:
There's a "1" on the floor of the Launch Pad 1 corridor. But take a look at the floor of the corridor in the security footage. Do you see the number on the floor behind the astronauts? It doesn't look like a "1," does it? That's because what you see is actually part of a "2."
Blackquill:
Wh-What?!
Phoenix:
Why is it a "2" and not a "1"? That's because the corridor you see is the one to the Space Museum!
Blackquill:
GAAAAAAAAAGH!
Cosmos:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh....!
Athena:
And so that means... ...the corridor in this footage was NOT filled with smoke.
Phoenix:
That's right, because the explosion didn't occur in the Space Museum. The explosion occurred in Launch Pad 1, on the side opposite the Space Museum. And now that we know the two astronauts escaped from the Space Museum... ...the mystery from the previous trial of how they got down the ladder is cleared up. Mr. Terran, carrying Mr. Starbuck... ...simply took the elevator from the upper level down to the middle level.
Judge:
Just incredible. The two launch pads were actually switched... But you'd think someone would've noticed an event of this magnitude.
Phoenix:
Everyone was down in the basement shelter when the launch pads were swapped back. There's no way anyone could have known what was happening on the surface.
Cosmos:
GNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
NOISE LEVEL0%
BYE BYE
Phoenix:
No more lies, Director Cosmos! It's high time you told us the truth!
Cosmos:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! My honor! My glory! Everything is slipping away! Time to deploy my ultimate weapon! Galactic Engine....... Ignition! WHAAAAAAAAAT?! It's gone haywire! AAAAAAAAAAGH! It won't st-stoooooooop! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! M-My stars! My glory! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Ngaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! No! Not that way! GAAAAAAAGH! NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
B-B-Bailiff! On your steed and after that witness!
Judge:
Hmm... I see we managed to retrieve you before you came to any bodily harm...
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos, do you admit you switched the launch pads?
Cosmos:
Ngh... I admit it's true... I switched Launch Pad 1 for the Space Museum.
Judge:
Ahh, it is good to hear words I can believe for a change.
Phoenix:
............Before you do, Your Honor, two things. First, we don't know if Mr. Terran had prior knowledge of the switch. As for Mr. Starbuck, he was unaware of his surroundings thanks to his medication. Either way, Mr. Terran would've realized the instant he stepped into the Space Museum... ...that it had been switched with Launch Pad 1. So my first question is, if the Space Museum was perfectly fine... ...why did Mr. Terran feel the need to put on such a dramatic display? As for my second question... I'd like Director Cosmos to tell us... ...why he switched the two launch pads to begin with.
Cosmos:
Nnngh... Please... I can't... I... I exercise my right to remain silent... But I will say... my hands were tied... I was only doing what I could to keep my men from getting caught in that blast. Nngh... Nnnggggh...
Athena:
The director is... terrified. He must have one heck of a reason for not wanting to explain why.
Phoenix:
Probably not a good time to try to pry it out of him, huh.
Cosmos:
............Excuse me... but would you mind if I picked up my stars? Without my badge of rank, I'm nothing...
Judge:
I don't see why not. Bailiff, help the director retrieve his stars.
Judge:
It appears the possibility of a culprit other than the defendant has presented itself. Mr. Starbuck, is there anything you wish to say?
Starbuck:
............I don't get it.
Judge:
"Don't get it"? What don't you get?
Starbuck:
Director, why did you do all that? From the very beginning, you never meant for the launch to go ahead, did you? Y-You...! You tricked us!
Phoenix:
Mr. Starbuck...!
Cosmos:
Starbuck, my boy. I'm sorry. I can't tell you the reason why... But I had to do it to protect the Space Center.
Starbuck:
Director! Will I... Will I ever get the chance to go into space again...?
Cosmos:
...Yes. Yes, of course! I won't rest until it happens! I WILL get you into space again, my boy...
Starbuck:
Then the dream... is still alive...!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
............Hmph. You're not going into space, Starbuck, but prison. I won't have it any other way.
Phoenix:
(Why are you so hung up on him?!)
Blackquill:
Yes, I accept that the launch pads really were switched... And if there were a third person at the scene, I suppose they could have escaped... But I have yet to see proof of this third person's escape via the Space Museum.
Judge:
Oh! That's a good point!
Phoenix:
(............Argh! He's right... I don't have any proof!)
Blackquill:
Starbuck! You will spill everything you know!
Starbuck:
What?! Me?! Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Blackquill:
Where did you get those bombs?! Tell me now! If you don't... my blade shall feast on your blood!
Starbuck:
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! If I'm going to die! I want to die in space!
Phoenix:
I-I have to do something...
Blackquill:
Solomon Starbuck! ............Prepare yourself! NNN-GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
???:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Now, now, you know violence isn't the answer, Prosecutor Blackquill!
Phoenix:
!
Blackquill:
Ngh. That annoyingly cheerful laugh... It can be none other than............
Fulbright:
Champion of Righteousness, Bobby Fulbright, here! In justice we trust!
Phoenix:
D-Detective Fulbright?!
Fulbright:
Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Lawyer. I hope I'm not too late!
Phoenix:
(I don't believe we had an appointment...?)
Fulbright:
I tried to hurry, but I ended up helping a little old lady cross the street... ...and then I had to break up a catfight... I tell ya, justice sure is a full-time job!
Phoenix:
Was it a fight between cats, or...? ............*ahem* Why are you here again?
Fulbright:
Because! The defendant isn't the culprit! And I came to make sure that justice is served!
Phoenix:
...Uh, I don't have any idea what you're talking about...
Blackquill:
............Fool Bright. I always thought you were a bit touched in the head, but have you finally succumbed?
Fulbright:
Nope, but it looks like you've succumbed to this "phantom" of yours. Open your eyes, and let the Evidence of Justice uncloud your judgment!
Blackquill:
What evidence?
Athena:
Come to think of it, he did say something about finding us some evidence.
Fulbright:
Thanks, you two. I feel a lot better now that I've been able to get that off my chest. I'm going to work extra hard to find that perfect piece of evidence for you!
Athena:
I didn't think he was serious, though...
Phoenix:
So what is it, detective? Is it something that will prove Mr. Starbuck innocent?!
Fulbright:
It is, indeed! Have a look at this!
Judge:
What's this? A lighter?
Fulbright:
That's right! A lighter thought to have been used by the culprit, no less! The Space Museum's cleaning robot picked it up! It has the victim Clay Terran's blood, along with his killer's fingerprints on it!
Phoenix:
WH-WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Blackquill:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
Order! Order! Detective Fulbright! Can I assume that the fingerprints don't belong to the defendant?
Fulbright:
You bet! Mr. Starbuck is totally innocent!
Phoenix:
(This is it! This is just what I needed!)
Lighter added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Your Honor! This is decisive evidence that supports the defense's earlier claim!
Judge:
Explain yourself, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
With pleasure, Your Honor. Recall where this lighter was found. Based on that, we can extrapolate that after the killer murdered Mr. Terran... ...they escaped with lighter in hand into the Space Museum... ...where they dropped it. The switching of the two launch pads occurred... Then finally, the killer left through Boarding Lounge 2 and made their escape. Meanwhile, Mr. Starbuck was found in Boarding Lounge 1 after the murder... A fact that Director Cosmos has testified to. Therefore... Mr. Starbuck couldn't have possibly been the one to drop the lighter there!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Ah, but the defendant had free reign of the area until Director Cosmos appeared. Could he not have dropped the lighter in the Space Museum during that span of time?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You'd like that to be true, wouldn't you? But Director Cosmos testified that right after he saw the mysterious figure with a lighter... ...he went into the lounge and found the unconscious Mr. Starbuck. In other words, Mr. Starbuck wouldn't have had the time to double-back to the museum. No, Prosecutor Blackquill, this lighter could only have been dropped by the real killer.
Blackquill:
Ngrh!
Phoenix:
Most importantly, Mr. Starbuck's fingerprints were nowhere to be found on this lighter. I think you understand what this means, don't you? This piece of evidence unequivocally proves that Mr. Starbuck wasn't the culprit!
Blackquill:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
This does indeed appear to be decisive evidence that proves the defense's claims.
Phoenix:
As for the remote switch that was found in Mr. Starbuck's pocket... ...we can assume it was planted by the killer on the unconscious Mr. Starbuck.
Blackquill:
N-No... There must be some mistake...
Fulbright:
Frankly, Prosecutor Blackquill, I've been worried about you. You've been chasing this "phantom" for seven whole years. I understand your urgency because tomorrow--
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
............Fool Bright. You promised never to speak of that.
Phoenix:
(Huh? Tomorrow? What about tomorrow?)
Judge:
Given the body of evidence, I think it's safe to say the defendant is innocent... ...in light of the fact that it was impossible for him to have committed the crime. A few unanswered questions remain, so I look forward to seeing what you two uncover. But for now, this court finds the defendant, Solomon Starbuck...
Not Guilty
Athena:
Yes! We did it, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Looks like we pulled it off somehow, huh? (With some help from Detective Fulbright.)
Starbuck:
Mr. Wright, Miss Cykes, thank you! And please thank Apollo for me, too. You all are the best!
Athena:
Ooh, I wish we could tell Apollo about Mr. Starbuck's verdict right now!
Phoenix:
Yeah, me too. (But that's going to have to wait...)
Judge:
Now that a verdict has been reached... ...I'd like to bring today's trial to a close. Court is adjourned!
Blackquill:
Phoenix:
(It's too late to object, isn't it...?)
Blackquill:
............It simply isn't possible... Something's wrong...
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill? Are you dissatisfied with the verdict...?
Blackquill:
Fool Bright! What were the results of the fingerprint analysis for the lighter!
Fulbright:
Huh? The results...? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Uh, well... I was in a hurry, you see, and then there was that catfight, and, well... ...I kinda got carried away when I heard the prints weren't Mr. Starbuck's, so...
Blackquill:
Y-You have yet to read it?
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill! Can you read out who the prints belong to?!
Blackquill:
............ "Upon thorough analysis, the fingerprints... ............ ...were found to belong to Athena Cykes." So says the report.
Judge:
What?
Phoenix:
WHAT?!
Fulbright:
Huh?
Athena:
M-Me?!
Judge:
O-Order, I say! Order! Ms. Cykes! Tell me you have an explanation for this! We just finished proving that this lighter could only belong to the killer. So finding your prints on it can only leads us to one grave conclusion!
Athena:
I-I don't know how they got on there! But I KNOW I'M not the culprit!
Phoenix:
(Th-This can't be happening...! We built up our argument piece by piece... And I don't think any of our reasoning was faulty... So how could it have lead [sic] to this?)
Lighter updated in the Court Record.
Fulbright:
Gaaaaaaaaaagh! Wh-What have I done?! Please forgive me! I'm sorry!
Judge:
Order! Order! Detective Fulbright! Stop your crying!
Phoenix:
(What in the world is happening here?! It's like the world's gone mad!)
Judge:
Order! Order! I WILL HAVE ORDER!!!
Phoenix:
Confusion spiraled into utter chaos. After all we'd fought for, the truth had turned cruelly on us to accuse Athena of the crimes. Somewhere, somehow, everything had gone terribly wrong... We had stumbled over the edge of reason and into the jaws of a twisted darkness.
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence makes it clear... ...that there is a contradiction in the witness's testimony!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I just don't see it.
Phoenix:
Not even with your sharp and discerning eye, Your Honor...?
Judge:
I'm afraid not. But you claim to see it?
Phoenix:
Well, not really, Your Honor. I thought maybe you would...
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Now the judge is mad at me. Maybe I'd better take another look at the evidence.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement is clearly inconsistent with this evidence, Your Honor!
Blackquill:
I hope you don't think waving your finger about aimlessly... ...is going to help you win this trial!
Judge:
Hmm... I agree. I see nothing inconsistent with that evidence.
Phoenix:
Urk! (I must have the wrong evidence...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence clearly exposes the witness's lie!
Judge:
It does?
Blackquill:
Certainly, Your Baldness. The defense's bone-headedness. There is nothing untoward about that evidence, no matter how he blusters.
Judge:
I agree. There is nothing compelling in that evidence.
Phoenix:
(I'm definitely losing the judge's confidence in me here...)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, I don't see any inconsistencies in the testimony. This might be a good time to--
Phoenix:
Press for more information? I think you're right. 
Athena:
I just can't help but feel that there's more to these statements than meets the eye.
Phoenix:
(I'll put my faith in Athena and press them for all their worth, then!)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! I think I have something here!
Phoenix:
You sensed something wrong with the testimony?
Athena:
That's right. Let me show you which statement I thought was strange!
Phoenix:
Thanks. That would be a big help! (Now I just have to compare the evidence with the statement she points out!)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "What I Really Witnessed")
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
When we view your emotions alongside your testimony, we find the unexpected emotion-- (Wait a minute... There really isn't anything strange here.)    
Athena:
I don't know, but I think maybe we made a mistake, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
......I think maybe you're right.
Athena:
Let's take another look! There must be an unexpected emotion here somewhere!
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Solomon Starbuck...
Guilty
The Final Witch Trial
Transcript
Although this is technically a separate chapter, for the purposes of this wiki this transcript will be treated as a continuation of The Story's End.
Chapter 8
The Final Witch Trial
Maya:
It's finally starting... The last witch trial...
Phoenix:
The Witches' Court will no longer serve any purpose, once the Great Witch Bezella is burned...
Espella:
............
Maya:
But... Espella isn't Bezella! I'm not buying it one bit! I mean, the Storyteller is her father! I don't know what happened between them, but a father would never do that to his child!
Phoenix:
............ I think you're right, Maya.
Maya:
...But no one else does. They're all throwing accusations at her... I just feel so sorry for Espella...
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
It feels like this whole case is under some kind of bad spell.
Maya:
...A spell?
Phoenix:
Yeah. We just can't see it yet... That's why it's so vital that we expose the real "witch" behind all this. And we've got to do it during this trial.
Maya:
...I believe in you, Nick!
Phoenix:
Oh, by the way...
Maya:
Hmm? Yeah?
Phoenix:
What are you going to do during this trial? I mean, if you were thinking about watching...
Maya:
Whaaaaaaaaat?! You mean you don't want me to be by your side? I didn't take you for such a cold-hearted guy, Nick!
Phoenix:
That's not what I mean! Let me finish before you start jumping to conclusions... What I was going to say is that you can't let people see you. You're supposed to be, you know...dead. You were "cast into the flames", remember?
Maya:
...Ohhh, right. THAT. You mean, after I was on trial for the murder of "Sir Top Hat"... Heh heh heh. Don't underestimate me, "Sir Blue Knight"!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Maya:
I've already got it covered. Check it out. I brought this with me. With this masterful disguise, I shall be transformed into Maya the Ironclad! I found it in Barnham's room and figured I'd take...uhh, "borrow" it for a while.
Phoenix:
Don't tell me you're going to the trial... wearing that helmet?
Maya:
I sure am. Can't be Maya the Ironclad without being clad in some iron.
Phoenix:
Let's just hope Barnham doesn't flip out if he sees you wearing his trusty head gear.
Maya:
Anyway, I'm going to do what I can to help! We've got to save Espella, right?!
Phoenix:
............ We will. Come on, let's get going. It's time to break whatever bad spell Espella's under and put an end to these witch trials once and for all.
Maya:
Right!
Phoenix:
You're okay with that, aren't you, Espella?
Espella:
............
Anime cutscene
Maya:
There's a ton of people out there, Nick.
Phoenix:
Let's do this. Come on.
Special Court
Judge:
Now, as scheduled... The trial of Espella Cantabella shall commence forthwith. Knights of the Court. Are you ready now to cross your swords of justice?
Darklaw:
............ The Knights of the Inquisition have spent countless years trying to track down the elusive Great Witch... The secret of her identity shall finally be brought to light in this very court. All those present, pay attention, so that the truth may be burned into your memory! Today, the legend of the Great Witch shall become a closed chapter in the history of Labyrinthia!
....................................
Phoenix:
(You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. It's so loaded but at the same time oddly subdued.)
Darklaw:
And now... the whole truth shall be revealed to all. The moon, eye of the night, shall bear witness to that. Don't you agree, defender?
Phoenix:
............ Your Honour, the defence is ready.
Darklaw:
How regrettable. I see you won't allow yourself to be provoked.
Judge:
You may now begin your opening statement, High Inquisitor Darklaw.
Darklaw:
Thank you. People of Labyrinthia, the Story has ended. Its end has been sealed through the Storyteller's death. The one who put an end to the life of the Storyteller, and to the Story which governed our lives, was the Great Witch Bezella. A foul embodiment of evil who has long been lurking among us, concealed deep within the consciousness of a certain girl. I'm sure you are all aware of her name. I refer, of course... to Espella Cantabella! Today, at dusk...a tragedy unfolded right in front of us all. A giant fire dragon descended into the town square, devouring the Storyteller. 'Twas a nightmarish vision that we shall never be able to forget. That fearsome fire beast, of which we had only heard tell through legend, returned at the hand of the Great Witch.
Judge:
Indeed, it was just as in the illustrations of the Legendary Fire...
Darklaw:
...And the girl, within whose heart lies the Great Witch herself, has committed her final, and most heinous, crime. ...The crime of patricide!
...!...!
Darklaw:
May this trial serve as an offering... An offering to the Storyteller, who can be with us no longer.
Judge:
Thank you, High Inquisitor. The inquisition may now begin proceedings.
Darklaw:
As I have said... this unthinkable crime took place in the town square, within plain sight of all Labyrinthians. ...Everyone is a witness. Surely there can be no need for a formal interrogation.
Phoenix:
You...you can't say that!
Darklaw:
I suggest you mind your temper, defender. In a few moments, you will have no option but to accept the truth... once we hear it from the very mouth of the accused.
Phoenix:
From Espella...?
Darklaw:
The inquisition hereby demands... that the accused, Espella Cantabella, testify about her crime. Or rather...that she confess to it.
Espella:
............
Judge:
The inquisition's dema- ...request shall be granted. Bring Espella Cantabella down to the witness stand!
Phoenix:
(This is it...the last trial. In all likelihood, Espella will admit to the charges... I have only one chance to break whatever spell she's under. When she testifies...there are bound to be some clues to the truth in there!)
Darklaw:
Now that you're here, witness. State your name. And tell us your real name, as well.
Espella:
My name is...Espella Cantabella. But I have...another name, too... Bezella.
Judge:
O-order! Order! Order in the court! Then, you really do admit...that you are the Great Witch?! You openly concede that you are Bezella herself...the cause of all evil and destruction?!
Espella:
...Yes.
I knew it. We're done. She's Bezella...How...how terrifying! I mean, she KILLED her own father......How dare she kill our beloved Storyteller!...We don't want a trial! ...We want to see her burn! Burn! Burn!
Judge:
The inquisition was right... The accused herself has spoken. It would seem there is no need for an interrogation.
Darklaw:
I assure you, there is none. The only possible verdict has been clear to everyone from the very beginning!
Maya:
Maya:
Let's hear Espella's, uhh... the accused's side of the story! Magic exists in this world, right? So if you think about it... Espella could be under the influence of a spell, too!
Judge:
............
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
Hmmm... What I would like to know is this... Just who in the world are you, young knight?
Maya:
Oh...me?
Judge:
...How to put it? I feel as if we've met somewhere before... It was... Hmmm... Where was it, again...?
Maya:
Uh, we haven't! It's just your imagination, Your Honour! I mean, er, Milord! As for who I am... I'm with Sir Blue Knight. Not...in a romantic way, of course.
Judge:
Is this a friend of yours, defender?
Phoenix:
Uh, yes! And, um... Don't comment on the helmet, please... She really wouldn't, err...like to have her face seen. How can I put this gently... It's not something you'd want to look at.
Maya:
What are you talking about?! You make it sound like there's a problem with my face!
Darklaw:
I can assure you, we have no interest in your face, miss. ...Although I do wonder where you acquired that particular helm.
Maya:
Wh-why's that?
Darklaw:
A helm of that ilk is not something you can simply purchase from a street stall.
Maya:
Weeeeeell... I...I found it. In the forest. Finders keepers, y'know!
Phoenix:
What are you doing, Maya?! You promised me you wouldn't draw any attention!
Maya:
Ughhh... Sorry, Nick. I lost it a bit...
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Well, anyway! The defence's opinion is as follows... We should hear the defendant's testimony before coming to a verdict! There may be some things even she isn't aware of.
Darklaw:
...How amusing. As this is to be the last witch trial ever held, perhaps it is only fitting that we cross swords before you accept your defeat.
Espella:
............
Judge:
I agree. Thus, the accused herself will now testify. Miss Cantabella, tell the court of your involvement in this incident!
Witness Testimony
- About the Incident -
Espella:
I finally realised that Bezella has been lying dormant within me.
Once evening fell and the rain ceased... I climbed up the wooden stairs of that bell tower and awaited the parade.
I waited for my father's speech to end. ...And then, I summoned the fire dragon.
I...I don't know why I killed my father.
Judge:
Hmm... That was a very unusual testimony. When you used magic against your father... were you doing so as Espella Cantabella, or as the Great Witch Bezella?
Darklaw:
A most fascinating query. However... it matters not!
Judge:
The inquisition has ingeniously solved the query by disregarding it.
Darklaw:
What matters is that Bezella exists within this girl! Being a witch is a crime. Such a fundamental rule will always hold. And this girl here is not just any witch. ...She is the Great Witch.
Phoenix:
(Espella has admitted the charges, just as I suspected... I just have to hope I can find some contradictions in her testimony. If I don't, we can kiss this trial goodbye!)
Judge:
The defence may begin the interrogation.
Darklaw:
Defender, steady your sword of justice. Should I see it waver, or point in the wrong direction, I will not hesitate to cut down your arguments and end this interrogation. You had better keep that in mind.
Phoenix:
............
Cross Examination
- About the Incident -
Espella:
I finally realised that Bezella has been lying dormant within me.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You say you "finally realised"...?
Espella:
Yes... I've always had a feeling, but... my memory is rather hazy. I've always felt as though I'm not who I think I am...and that I've forgotten something very important.
Question Eve (if not already questioned)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
I have a question for you, Eve.
Eve:
............
Phoenix:
Eve!
Darklaw:
Just what on earth are you doing, defender?
Phoenix:
Huh? I...I was just... Eve is Espella's friend, so I was wondering if she might want to have some input...
Judge:
Hm... Whether or not this furry little witness can contribute to the testimony... seems to be obvious at a glance.
Phoenix:
Is...that so...? (I guess questioning a cat wasn't the best idea... Where's Luke when you need him?)
Darklaw:
Hmm...
Judge:
Do you wish to say something, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
I just remembered a line from a fairy tale that I heard when I was little. A fairy tale about Bezella: "The Great Witch Bezella is always accompanied by a black cat." ...Or so it claimed. It would seem there was a grain of truth in that fairy tale after all.
Espella:
That's true... Eve always follows me.
Phoenix:
(Always...?)
Maya:
Oh! Nick, that means... they must have been together when the incident happened, too.
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it... I think I saw a black cat at the bell tower when it happened.)
Espella:
Oh, yes. Eve was with me in the bell tower.
Darklaw:
...!
Phoenix:
Your Honour!
Judge:
Yes, defender?
Phoenix:
The defence requests that Ms Cantabella's comment be added to the testimony!
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Very well. Request granted. Witness... Add what you just said about that cat to your testimony.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Adds statement "My cat, Eve, followed me...as always."
Darklaw:
Incidentally, when did you become aware of Bezella's presence within you?
Espella:
...It was when I went to the Great Archive with Mr Layton and Luke. Ever since I saw the mural depicting Bezella, I started having strange flashbacks... I saw things from the distant past. Memories...of the Legendary Fire.
Judge:
The Legendary Fire...?!
Espella:
I saw it. I was there when it happened... I saw the town consumed by flames.
Judge:
You couldn't have! That's...impossible! The Legendary Fire occurred over a hundred years ago! And there were no survivors!
Espella:
Yes, I know that. But it's true. I remember it happening. ...Because I'm Bezella.
After pressing third and fourth statements, before Eve joins the stand
Maya:
Uhm, Nick? Have you noticed how weird Espella is acting today?
Phoenix:
I sure have. It's almost like... (she's a puppet...but who's pulling the strings?)
???:
...Meow.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
...!
Espella:
Eve...
Maya:
Nick! Look! Check it out! It's Eve! She must be here to root for Espella!
Phoenix:
(I don't think a cat's emotional support is going to help us all that much...)
Judge:
Well, this is an unexpected intrusion... But as we're in the middle of an interrogation, I will ask the witness to carry on with her testimony.
Espella:
...Yes, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
Espella:
Once evening fell and the rain ceased... I climbed up the wooden stairs of that bell tower and awaited the parade.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Where were you before that? We were looking for you.
Espella:
I'm not sure... When I came to, I was in the town... It was pouring, so I wanted to go to Aunt Patty's bakery and wait for it to stop. But...I couldn't face her, so I just went to the forest instead.
Question Eve (if not already questioned)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
I have a question for you, Eve.
Eve:
............
Phoenix:
Eve!
Darklaw:
Just what on earth are you doing, defender?
Phoenix:
Huh? I...I was just... Eve is Espella's friend, so I was wondering if she might want to have some input...
Judge:
Hm... Whether or not this furry little witness can contribute to the testimony... seems to be obvious at a glance.
Phoenix:
Is...that so...? (I guess questioning a cat wasn't the best idea... Where's Luke when you need him?)
Darklaw:
Hmm...
Judge:
Do you wish to say something, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
I just remembered a line from a fairy tale that I heard when I was little. A fairy tale about Bezella: "The Great Witch Bezella is always accompanied by a black cat." ...Or so it claimed. It would seem there was a grain of truth in that fairy tale after all.
Espella:
That's true... Eve always follows me.
Phoenix:
(Always...?)
Maya:
Oh! Nick, that means... they must have been together when the incident happened, too.
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it... I think I saw a black cat at the bell tower when it happened.)
Espella:
Oh, yes. Eve was with me in the bell tower.
Darklaw:
...!
Phoenix:
Your Honour!
Judge:
Yes, defender?
Phoenix:
The defence requests that Ms Cantabella's comment be added to the testimony!
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Very well. Request granted. Witness... Add what you just said about that cat to your testimony.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Adds statement "My cat, Eve, followed me...as always."
Phoenix:
So you were in the forest until the incident? (We couldn't find you, though...)
Espella:
The rain finally stopped and the time came. I made my way over to the town square. I was feeling strange, as if I wasn't myself. ............ Then...I noticed I was up in the bell tower, looking down at the square.
Phoenix:
(Espella's not a witch. And that means... there's got to be something strange about this statement.)
Judge:
Witness, continue your testimony.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Present Vigilantes' Report
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Vigilantes were guarding the bell tower all day.
Darklaw:
Is that...the Vigilantes' report?
Judge:
Indeed. And according to this... the Vigilantes have been constantly guarding the entrance to the bell tower, ever since it appeared.
Phoenix:
However! There is nothing about Espella going up the tower in their report!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Your memory must have failed you. That girl is a witch...the Great Witch, at that. It's only natural to assume that she used something akin to invisibility magic! Isn't that so, witness?
Espella:
...Yes. I used an invisibility spell to enter the tower unnoticed.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Even magic follows certain rules in this world... Witches need to be holding a Talea Magica in order to use magic! ...And you weren't in possession of one at the time!
Espella:
...Oh!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
How...horrifying your ignorance is.
Phoenix:
Excuse me...?
Darklaw:
Did you honestly think the difference between a regular witch and the Great Witch was in name alone? The Great Witch, unlike other witches... can command any magic she desires without the use of a witch's sceptre!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's...news to me!
Judge:
Every Labyrinthian should know about that...
Darklaw:
A witch's sceptre can hold only two magic gems at once. Whoever heard of a Great Witch that could only use two spells?!
Phoenix:
Gaaaaaaah!
Judge:
Order! Order!
Darklaw:
In any case, this should convince you that the accused entered the tower.
Phoenix:
Th-this is... a sketch showing footprints?
Darklaw:
It was raining before the parade reached the town square. Obviously, if you walk through muddy streets before climbing up a staircase, you will inevitably leave footprints on the steps. This sketch shows that there were indeed muddy footprints present on the bell tower stairs... And since you'd no doubt be quick to ask, I can tell you that they match the sole of the accused's shoes. It's certain that the accused climbed up the bell tower after the rain had fallen!
Judge:
Very well. The court accepts this sketch as evidence!
Footprints Sketch added to the Court Record.
Darklaw:
I almost pity you, defender.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
The evidence you threw in our faces with such verve was, sadly, useless.
Judge:
Indeed... It would seem there were no problems with that testimony after all. Let us not waste time. If you could carry on with the interrogation...
Darklaw:
That is, if the defender hasn't run out of ideas yet.
Phoenix:
(The judge seems ready to announce the verdict any second now. I've got to find a flaw in her testimony, and fast! I need a solid lead in this case!)
Press (after correctly presenting Vigilantes' Report)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But the Vigilantes that were guarding the entrance didn't see you...
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
*sigh* Obviously, that would be because she used an invisibility spell.
Espella:
...Yes, that's true.
Question Eve (if not already questioned)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
I have a question for you, Eve.
Eve:
............
Phoenix:
Eve!
Darklaw:
Just what on earth are you doing, defender?
Phoenix:
Huh? I...I was just... Eve is Espella's friend, so I was wondering if she might want to have some input...
Judge:
Hm... Whether or not this furry little witness can contribute to the testimony... seems to be obvious at a glance.
Phoenix:
Is...that so...? (I guess questioning a cat wasn't the best idea... Where's Luke when you need him?)
Darklaw:
Hmm...
Judge:
Do you wish to say something, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
I just remembered a line from a fairy tale that I heard when I was little. A fairy tale about Bezella: "The Great Witch Bezella is always accompanied by a black cat." ...Or so it claimed. It would seem there was a grain of truth in that fairy tale after all.
Espella:
That's true... Eve always follows me.
Phoenix:
(Always...?)
Maya:
Oh! Nick, that means... they must have been together when the incident happened, too.
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it... I think I saw a black cat at the bell tower when it happened.)
Espella:
Oh, yes. Eve was with me in the bell tower.
Darklaw:
...!
Phoenix:
Your Honour!
Judge:
Yes, defender?
Phoenix:
The defence requests that Ms Cantabella's comment be added to the testimony!
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Very well. Request granted. Witness... Add what you just said about that cat to your testimony.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Adds statement "My cat, Eve, followed me...as always."
Phoenix:
Espella, do you have a clear recollection of using such a spell?
Espella:
............ I don't... But I left footprints on the stairs...so I think it's pretty clear that I must have.
Darklaw:
What's clear is the evidence. There can be no room for doubt.
Phoenix:
(Really, Darklaw? I'd say it's pretty clear that we don't have all the facts yet... Anyway, I'd better try a different approach.)
Espella:
My cat, Eve, followed me...as always.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So the cat...Eve, always follows you wherever you go?
Espella:
Well, not necessarily always... But when I'm especially sad or happy, like when something out of the ordinary happens, she's always there with me. I can't remember since when... but Eve has long been my dear friend.
Eve:
...Meow.
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Is something amiss, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
...No, it's nothing. It just made me think of that little dog that follows Barnham around.
Maya:
You mean Constantine? That little puffball is so cute, too! I bet Barnham cuddles him all the time when no one's looking.
Phoenix:
When you climbed up the bell tower, your cat was with you, is that correct?
Espella:
Yes. She was quietly following me.
Phoenix:
(Espella looks so happy when she talks about that cat...)
Darklaw:
............
Present Footprints Sketch
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I'm sorry, Espella..."
Espella:
I waited for my father's speech to end. ...And then, I summoned the fire dragon.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You summoned the fire dragon with that spell Granwyrm, right?
Espella:
Yes...that's the one. Although I won't say it now... I'm sure something terrible would happen if I did.
Question Eve (if not already questioned)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
I have a question for you, Eve.
Eve:
............
Phoenix:
Eve!
Darklaw:
Just what on earth are you doing, defender?
Phoenix:
Huh? I...I was just... Eve is Espella's friend, so I was wondering if she might want to have some input...
Judge:
Hm... Whether or not this furry little witness can contribute to the testimony... seems to be obvious at a glance.
Phoenix:
Is...that so...? (I guess questioning a cat wasn't the best idea... Where's Luke when you need him?)
Darklaw:
Hmm...
Judge:
Do you wish to say something, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
I just remembered a line from a fairy tale that I heard when I was little. A fairy tale about Bezella: "The Great Witch Bezella is always accompanied by a black cat." ...Or so it claimed. It would seem there was a grain of truth in that fairy tale after all.
Espella:
That's true... Eve always follows me.
Phoenix:
(Always...?)
Maya:
Oh! Nick, that means... they must have been together when the incident happened, too.
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it... I think I saw a black cat at the bell tower when it happened.)
Espella:
Oh, yes. Eve was with me in the bell tower.
Darklaw:
...!
Phoenix:
Your Honour!
Judge:
Yes, defender?
Phoenix:
The defence requests that Ms Cantabella's comment be added to the testimony!
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Very well. Request granted. Witness... Add what you just said about that cat to your testimony.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Adds statement "My cat, Eve, followed me...as always."
Judge:
That's fine, absolutely fine! No need to prove that statement! In fact, the court forbids you to prove it!
Espella:
Hee hee hee, of course I won't say it.
Before presenting Footprints Sketch to second statement
Phoenix:
(Come on...THIS is supposed to be the "Great Witch"...?)
Maya:
Look at her...there's no way Espella is a witch! It must be like you said, Nick. Someone's cast an evil spell on her!
Phoenix:
(Something in this testimony keeps nagging at me, that's for sure... I just need to figure out what...)
After presenting Footprints Sketch to second statement
Phoenix:
(There's something strange about this statement... And I think I know exactly what was bothering me about it. She used that dragon-summoning spell but didn't have a witch's sceptre...)
Maya:
The Great Witch can use all spells without using a sceptre, right? I mean... That's a little TOO overpowered, don't you think?
Phoenix:
Uhh, that's probably what makes the Great Witch, well..."great". She'd be a pretty sorry Great Witch if she could only use two spells.
Maya:
Uh-huh. Yeah, I guess so.
Darklaw:
............
Continue the interrogation.
After pressing first and fourth statements, before Eve joins the stand
Maya:
Uhm, Nick? Have you noticed how weird Espella is acting today?
Phoenix:
I sure have. It's almost like... (she's a puppet...but who's pulling the strings?)
???:
...Meow.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
...!
Espella:
Eve...
Maya:
Nick! Look! Check it out! It's Eve! She must be here to root for Espella!
Phoenix:
(I don't think a cat's emotional support is going to help us all that much...)
Judge:
Well, this is an unexpected intrusion... But as we're in the middle of an interrogation, I will ask the witness to carry on with her testimony.
Espella:
...Yes, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
Espella:
I...I don't know why I killed my father.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That may be because you didn't kill him!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
It's useless, defender. Witness! Who killed the Storyteller?
Espella:
...It was me. I summoned the fire dragon... I...I killed him.
Question Eve (if not already questioned)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
I have a question for you, Eve.
Eve:
............
Phoenix:
Eve!
Darklaw:
Just what on earth are you doing, defender?
Phoenix:
Huh? I...I was just... Eve is Espella's friend, so I was wondering if she might want to have some input...
Judge:
Hm... Whether or not this furry little witness can contribute to the testimony... seems to be obvious at a glance.
Phoenix:
Is...that so...? (I guess questioning a cat wasn't the best idea... Where's Luke when you need him?)
Darklaw:
Hmm...
Judge:
Do you wish to say something, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
I just remembered a line from a fairy tale that I heard when I was little. A fairy tale about Bezella: "The Great Witch Bezella is always accompanied by a black cat." ...Or so it claimed. It would seem there was a grain of truth in that fairy tale after all.
Espella:
That's true... Eve always follows me.
Phoenix:
(Always...?)
Maya:
Oh! Nick, that means... they must have been together when the incident happened, too.
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it... I think I saw a black cat at the bell tower when it happened.)
Espella:
Oh, yes. Eve was with me in the bell tower.
Darklaw:
...!
Phoenix:
Your Honour!
Judge:
Yes, defender?
Phoenix:
The defence requests that Ms Cantabella's comment be added to the testimony!
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Very well. Request granted. Witness... Add what you just said about that cat to your testimony.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Adds statement "My cat, Eve, followed me...as always."
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
The Storyteller chose his own death... That is a fact that cannot be changed. 'Tis common knowledge that all things written in the Story will become a reality... and Bezella's appearance has been written into the Story's final chapter. ...She has no choice but to act out the role that has been written for her.
Judge:
Hmmm... In other words, everything happens in accordance with the Storyteller's Story.
Espella:
............
After pressing first and third statements, before Eve joins the stand
Maya:
Uhm, Nick? Have you noticed how weird Espella is acting today?
Phoenix:
I sure have. It's almost like... (she's a puppet...but who's pulling the strings?)
???:
...Meow.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
...!
Espella:
Eve...
Maya:
Nick! Look! Check it out! It's Eve! She must be here to root for Espella!
Phoenix:
(I don't think a cat's emotional support is going to help us all that much...)
Judge:
Well, this is an unexpected intrusion... But as we're in the middle of an interrogation, I will ask the witness to carry on with her testimony.
Espella:
...Yes, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
Before pressing first, third, and fourth statements
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I've gotta find those contradictions and fast...)
Maya:
If the cross-examination ends now, what will happen to Espella...?
Phoenix:
She'll be pronounced guilty and sentenced as the Great Witch Bezella.
Maya:
Talk about drastic measures... Hurry up and find something to object to, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Haste makes waste, Maya... I need to gather more info first!)
Maya:
The professor's bound to show up soon and bring us that awesome evidence we need! ...We can't let the trial end before then!
After pressing first, third, and fourth statements, but before questioning Eve
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I've gotta find those contradictions and fast...)
Maya:
Nick, we can't let it end yet! Look, even Eve showed up to root for us!
Phoenix:
Eve? Oh, right...that black cat. (The Great Witch Bezella always has a black cat by her side, huh.)
Maya:
Hmm... But you know, if Bezella is always accompanied by a cat... then she should've had it with her when the incident happened, right?
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it... I think I saw a black cat at the bell tower when it happened.)
Maya:
Hmm... You think I might be on to something?
Phoenix:
(A witch with a trusty black cat, huh...)
After questioning Eve
Phoenix:
(Hmm, so that's it...)
Maya:
Well, Nick?
Phoenix:
We've got pretty much all the info we need now... We just have to find a decisive contradiction to go with it. (Revealing a contradiction will be the first step towards getting a "not guilty" verdict.)
Maya:
All righty! Then how about... we go through the Court Record again?!
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's not a bad call. (When in doubt, get the Court Record out. There's got to be something in there...)
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Espella... but there's a problem with that statement.
Espella:
...A problem?
Phoenix:
You went up the bell tower in the evening, after it stopped raining, correct?
Espella:
Y-yes. I think so. After all... there's proof of that. My footprints were left on the stairs...
Phoenix:
That's right... There were footprints on the steps. However, there's something missing in this sketch.
Judge:
Missing? What do you mean, defender?
Phoenix:
There are no paw prints...of Espella's cat, Eve.
Espella:
Oh...
Phoenix:
You said Eve was following you, right? In which case, naturally... there would have to be cat paw prints on the stairs as well!
Espella:
Ahhhhh!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
And here I thought you would say something that makes sense! Such a silly assertion as that can be easily explained. The cat must have climbed up on to the accused's shoulders. Was that not the case, witness?
Espella:
Y...yes. Eve was on my shoulders. I think. She dislikes dirt, so when it's muddy, she tends to climb up on to my shoulders.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Then why didn't you say that before? You testified that the cat was following you.
Espella:
...I...It's...
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
This is such a trifling matter, defender. You would do well to just let it go!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It might seem that way to you, but it has important implications. It shows that...Espella's testimony is unreliable!
Judge:
What...what do you mean?
Phoenix:
For a while now, Espella hasn't been testifying in her own words. All the vital parts of her testimony... have come from High Inquisitor Darklaw! She made Espella say those things!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Are you claiming that I, the High Inquisitor, am responsible for making the accused commit perjury?
Phoenix:
Well, if that's not the case... then there's one more possibility. Namely, that the witness, Ms Cantabella, has no clear recollection of what happened this evening.
Espella:
...!
Judge:
Wh-what?! Are you saying the witness has no memory of the incident?
Phoenix:
...Espella. Do you actually remember what happened? Do you remember entering the bell tower and summoning the fire dragon?
Espella:
Yes...
Phoenix:
You say you also remember the Legendary Fire, which burned this town to the ground.
Espella:
Yes... Yes, I do. Even though it was a long time ago...
Phoenix:
...And you remember tonight's events just as clearly? Do you truly remember summoning that terrifying fire dragon and killing your own father?
Espella:
I-I... I don't know... I don't know what happened.
Phoenix:
...!
Espella:
I'm Bezella...am I not? I can remember it...the Legendary Fire... So then, why... Why can't I remember anything about what happened tonight...?
Phoenix:
Your Honour! The defendant is confused and cannot remember what happened! Therefore... her confession that she is the Great Witch is not credible!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
What are you talking about, defender?! She admits that she's Bezella!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Her testimony doesn't hold together!
Espella:
............ I... I am more than one person... Who is the other one within me?
Phoenix:
Espella!
Darklaw:
...!
Court attendants! Carry the accused to the emergency care room!
Judge:
A brief summary of the accused's current situation... Espella Cantabella became extremely agitated during the interrogation and proceeded to lose consciousness. She remains unconscious, although her life is not in danger...until the verdict, at least.
Phoenix:
(Well that's a relief! She had me pretty worried there...)
Maya:
Nick, I don't mean to sound insensitive or anything...but this is just what we needed!
Phoenix:
I'm not sure I follow...
Maya:
The professor is out looking for clues to help us out, right? That means all we've gotta do is buy some more time until he returns with his findings!
Phoenix:
(Maya's right... That's just what we're going to do!) ...Your Honour. It's impossible to continue the trial while the defendant isn't present. And also...it's possible that someone at the crime scene was manipulating the defendant. The defence proposes an intermission in order to carry out further investigation!
Judge:
Hmmm... What is your opinion on this, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
...My opinion is that the defender is just playing for time.
Phoenix:
(She saw right through my plan!)
Darklaw:
However, I shall allow it. As long, of course, as the townsfolk who have gathered here have no objections.
Judge:
Very well, then. So be it. The court shall be adjourned until tomorrow.
???:
Vigilante (Boistrum):
You, defender! Stop messing around!
Vigilantes:
What he said! What he said!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
You can't squirm your way out of this!
Vigilantes:
What he said! What he said!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
'Cos we know everything!
Vigilantes:
What he said! What he said!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
We will reveal your wrongdoings to everyone gathered here!
We shall do this!
Judge:
Order! Order! Orderrr!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
If anyone here should be silenced, it is not us, but that defender over there!
Phoenix:
Huh...
Judge:
Uhm... And...who are you?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
You ask who we are?! We are the ones who watch the bell tower, guard the bell tower and take cover from rain in the bell tower! We are the bell tower guards, known as the Vigilantes! And I am their captain!
Maya:
Oh, right... That guy showed up at the crime scene when we were trying to investigate it.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
You there! You...defender!
Phoenix:
Y...yes...?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
What was it you said earlier...while taking advantage of all the confusion, like the rascal you are?!
Phoenix:
Uhm...
Vigilante (Boistrum):
You said someone at the crime scene may have been manipulating the accused! We Vigilantes were at the crime scene! Are you suggesting we were manipulating that witch?!
Phoenix:
No, no, no! That's totally not what I-
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Don't think you can silence us like that! We shall have our say now!
Phoenix:
(They sure will...no matter what anyone else has to say about it...)
Vigilante (Boistrum):
We are the Vigilantes, dutiful and righteous! Superior, happy, fulfilled on the job...our passion is burning and our blood is red! If you fail to let us speak out, we will have no choice but to turn to violence!
Judge:
Hmm... I disapprove of violence... The burning of witches being a necessary exception, naturally.
Darklaw:
...In which case, it's best to just let them have their say.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Darklaw:
You may not know this, but it's not unusual for the accused to fall unconscious in this court.
Phoenix:
(No...kidding...)
Darklaw:
Let us lend our ears to these brave knights. ...We shall hear what they witnessed!
Judge:
Hmmm... Very well. These knights will be accepted as witnesses. They may testify.
Darklaw:
People of Labyrinthia! Did you hear the word of the judge? Today's trial is not over yet. In fact, it is just beginning!
Ooooooooh!
Darklaw:
Now, Vigilante Captain Boistrum! You may testify to your heart's content!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Lady Darklaw! Thank you for this honour! I will talk to my heart's content, you can be sure of that!
Phoenix:
(Oh, joy...)
Maya:
Ughhh... So much for buying some time...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
W-wait a minute! What the heck is this?!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
We Vigilantes despise injustice and inequality! We shall remain united, friendly, confident and self-reliant!
Vigilante (Lottalance):
We have come to do away with this fiendish defender trying to protect the witch!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
We shall fight! And we shall protect our town from this villainous defender!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, whatever. Did I just hear something crash on to the floor?)
Darklaw:
Honourable Vigilantes, let us first hear your proud names.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
I am Vigilante number one, the captain of this unit. My name is Boistrum!
Vigilante (Lottalance):
I'm Vigilante number two! My name...is Lottalance!
Vigilante (Balmung):
And I am Vigilante number three! My name's Balmung. They say dogs that bark don't bite...but I assure you, I do bite!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Vigilante number four. Name's Lyewood.
Vigilante (Shakey):
I... I'm...V-Vigilante number f-five. M-m-my n-name is...Sh-Shakey...
Vigilante (Servius):
And I, Vigilante number six, am no more than a hopeless slave to love. My humble name is Servius.
Vigilante (Foxy):
I'm the steel angel gracing the Vigilantes with my sweet presence. My name's Foxy. Don't you dare forget it.
Vigilante (Treddon):
I am but a man who wants nothing more than to feel Foxy's steel heels on his back. You can call me Treddon.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Vigilante number nayn! Ah go by th' name Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
As for me, I am the tenth Vigilante. Nothing more, nothing less. Just that.
Judge:
...... It's no use...I cannot remember that many new names and faces at once. Well, anyway... Honourable witnesses, you may testify about this evening's incident. Tell us about everything you saw on this dreadful night!
Witness Testimony
- Guarding the Bell Tower -
Vigilante (Boistrum):
We have been guarding the bell tower ever since it appeared! No one's ever said a bad word about us!
Vigilante (Lottalance):
The defender tried to hide decisive proof that the girl is the Great Witch! But he couldn't fool us!
Vigilante (Balmung):
Before the rain, after the rain... At no point did a single suspicious person approach the bell tower!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
But then, suddenly, footprints appeared on the bell tower stairs. When I saw them, I thought "it's that witch"!
Vigilante (Shakey):
M...m...my eyes...went h-hazy... It...it... made me sh-shake and I...got d-dizzy...
Vigilante (Servius):
The rain stopped and a beautiful butterfly appeared at our side.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Rain is so loathsome. My steel stilettos get dirty from the mud, and my lovely hair loses its texture.
Vigilante (Treddon):
You have no idea how delightful it is when Foxy steps on us in her dirty stilettos, imprinting the mud on our backs...
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Ah didne rin awa'! Ah did mah duty when Ah doscovered th' intruder, Ah teel ye!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I have been mulling over this incident... and just now, the realisation dawned on me. I...remember nothing.
Judge:
............ Well, I suppose that can be summed up by saying... you all did the best you could.
Darklaw:
The Vigilantes have been taking turns guarding the bell tower since its appearance. Only a witch could have gone past them unnoticed.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that would seem to be true. However, I must say that something caught my attention in that testimony... Defender...
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour?
Judge:
Have you been...concealing important evidence?
Phoenix:
...Huh? Wh-why would I do that?
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Don't think you'll get off the hook by claiming you forgot about it! Right, Captain Boistrum?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Of course he won't! Defender, you and your companion tampered with the crime scene... and tried to sneak away with a very important piece of evidence!
Phoenix:
...We did? (Wait, is he talking about the pendant?) B-but! In the end we gave it to you guys. We weren't trying to steal it or anything.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
That's absurd! We saw you putting it in your pocket!
Phoenix:
Oh, right...that.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
The evidence we retrieved from you has been passed on to the Inquisition. We have done our citizenly duty! Isn't that so, Lady High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
............ Hmm. This thing, was it?
Judge:
Oh! That's... the pendant that Espella Cantabella is always wearing, is it not?!
We've seen that thing! That's Espella's pendant! She never goes out without it!Wait... Didn't she have it on earlier? That's weird...It has to be her after all! She went to the bell tower and used witchcraft!
Judge:
...Very well. This pendant will be accepted as evidence.
Darklaw:
............ Well...the accused was caught in the act, so this pendant doesn't change the situation much. Although it should at least clear any doubts as to whether or not she was at the crime scene.
Maya:
Aww, man! If they'd appeared just five seconds later, they wouldn't have seen us swiping that thing... Right, Nick? Uhm, are you okay? You're spacing out...
Phoenix:
Oh, uh...yeah, I'm fine. (Was it just me... or did Darklaw look mighty uncomfortable just now? What's more, on closer inspection... that pendant seems to have some blackish stains on the strap.)
Pendant added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Defender, you may begin your interrogation!
Cross Examination
- Guarding the Bell Tower -
Vigilante (Boistrum):
We have been guarding the bell tower ever since it appeared! No one's ever said a bad word about us!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why have you been guarding that tower?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
As you might know, that bell tower suddenly appeared, out of nowhere, about three months ago! It has an overwhelming presence, and it looks as if it's been here forever. "It's a bad omen." "It's the Great Witch's doing." Simply put, the townspeople are scared of it. That is why, defender. The Vigilantes were compelled to step in and keep an eye on that tower, in order to ease the minds of the townsfolk!
Darklaw:
That bell tower is in fact tied to two dreadful incidents.
Phoenix:
Two...?
Darklaw:
You shouldn't have to ask... The alchemist committed suicide a few days after its appearance.
Phoenix:
(Ah, right... She's talking about Belduke.)
Vigilante (Boistrum):
And now, this most heinous crime... The murder of the Storyteller!
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
The bell tower is cursed. 'Tis the curse of the Great Witch.
Judge:
Next witness, continue the testimony.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
The defender tried to hide decisive proof that the girl is the Great Witch! But he couldn't fool us!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The "proof" you're talking about is this, correct?
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Yes, that's it! That's the pendant the accused is always wearing! It's proof she was at the crime scene!
Phoenix:
The strap on this thing has been torn.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Of course it has! Otherwise, she wouldn't have dropped it!
Phoenix:
Right, but...there must be a reason why it's torn. It wouldn't just snap on its own.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Ugh... Uh... Yes, that's right...
Vigilante (Boistrum):
You there, you rascal! I mean, defender!
Phoenix:
Y...yes?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
You no-good, good-for-nothing, useless swine! You're doing it again, huh?! You're insulting the Vigilantes!
Phoenix:
What...?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Someone tore the pendant from the girl's neck, huh? And you have the temerity to suggest it was us! That's what you wanted to say, isn't it?! That we did it?!
Phoenix:
No, no, no, that's not what-
Vigilante (Boistrum):
When this trial is over, we will hold our own trial in which you'll be the accused!
Phoenix:
(One more reason to prolong this trial as long as I can...)
Vigilante (Balmung):
Before the rain, after the rain... At no point did a single suspicious person approach the bell tower!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you sure about that?
Vigilante (Balmung):
Sure I'm sure! And anyway, I'll be honest with you... Ever since I started guarding the tower a few months ago... not a single person, suspicious or not, has come near it. No one but us.
Phoenix:
Really?
Vigilante (Balmung):
No one even approaches us for a chat when we're on duty. People almost treat us like we're not even there... It gets so very lonely out on the job! So...cheerless!
Vigilante (Lottalance):
What he said! Cheerless! Lonely!
Vigilante (Balmung):
You have no idea how sad it can get guarding that tower!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
It's very sad, oh, it is! You'd think people would be interested in a highly suspicious bell tower like that! But no! I mean, what's that about?
Phoenix:
(Isn't their job to keep people AWAY from the bell tower anyway?)
Darklaw:
And so, it goes without saying: the Vigilantes haven't seen anyone enter the bell tower. And you know what that means...
Phoenix:
............ (But footprints appeared on the steps...)
Vigilante (Lyewood):
But then, suddenly, footprints appeared on the bell tower stairs. When I saw them, I thought "it's that witch"!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hold on a minute! You saw the footprints on the steps too?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes. Muddy footprints left by one person, from the entrance all the way up.
Phoenix:
The footprints you saw... are they the ones shown in this sketch?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
If these are the footprints from the bell tower, yeah.
Judge:
And when did you notice those footprints?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
After the rain...but still quite some time before the incident.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
W-wait a second, Lyewood. I don't remember you reporting this to me!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
............ Yeah, that's right...I didn't report it.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
...Lyewood! Why not?! I thought you were serious about your duty! At least compared to the others! Why did you neglect to report that?!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
You're right, Captain...it was out of character. I'm sure there was a good reason why I didn't report it to you... ............ It's no use. I've forgotten. I think I'd remember if someone could give me a clue...
Maya:
Grrr... That guy! It's like he's teasing us.
Phoenix:
We can only hope he remembers what it was... (But his testimony did give us some new info to go on... The culprit entered the bell tower soon after the rain stopped.)
Press (after pressing seventh or eighth statement and questioning Shakey correctly)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hold on a minute! You saw the footprints on the steps too?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes. Muddy footprints left by one person, from the entrance all the way up.
Phoenix:
The footprints you saw... are they the ones shown in this sketch?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
If these are the footprints from the bell tower, yeah.
Judge:
And when did you notice those footprints?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
After the rain...but still quite some time before the incident.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
W-wait a second, Lyewood. I don't remember you reporting this to me!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
............ Yeah, that's right...I didn't report it.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
...Lyewood! Why not?! I thought you were serious about your duty! At least compared to the others! Why did you neglect to report that?!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
You're right, Captain...it was out of character. I'm sure there was a good reason why I didn't report it to you... Ah! Now I remember!
Phoenix:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, I saw them! I saw the muddy footprints in the bell tower. But I didn't report it to the chief. And now...I remember why I didn't report it!
Judge:
If that is the case, you will add it to your testimony.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, Milord.
Changes statement from "But then, suddenly, footprints appeared on the bell tower stairs. When I saw them, I thought "it's that witch"!" to "When I saw those muddy footprints, at first I figured they were Foxy's..."
Vigilante (Lyewood):
When I saw those muddy footprints, at first I figured they were Foxy's...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You thought the footprints were Ms Foxy's?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yeah. She's always doing whatever she likes, causing us nothing but trouble. I was sure she'd entered the bell tower to take shelter from the rain, leaving those footprints.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Excuse me, boy! How could you think that? That place is off limits, isn't it?! I take orders seriously. And I value obedience...
Vigilante (Servius/Treddon):
Foxy, give us any orders you wish! We will obey you, whatever you require of us!
Phoenix:
However, you told us a different story before, Mr Lyewood. You previously stated that when you saw the footprints, you thought they were those of a witch. Did you think that Ms Foxy was a witch?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Well, I didn't mean it literally. It's just that... Foxy can be such a bother, you can't help but call her a witch sometimes. You can understand that, right? You can see what kind of a person she is...
Phoenix:
If that's the case, then the footprints you saw in the bell tower... must have looked like they were left by stilettos?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yeah, those stilettos. She likes to dig them into the other men's backs. There are men in this world who enjoy that sort of thing, too... Well, it's best not to think too much about it. We'd never mistake those footprints... Foxy's footprints are unique.
Phoenix:
(Lyewood thought they were just Foxy's footprints...)
Maya:
So that's why he didn't report his findings...
Vigilante (Foxy):
In case you want to know, they weren't mine. I didn't leave those muddy footprints in the bell tower.
Phoenix:
............ (Now that's weird...)
Present Footprints Sketch
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You seem pretty sure that the footprints in the bell tower were Ms Foxy's."
Vigilante (Shakey):
M...m...my eyes...went h-hazy... It...it... made me sh-shake and I...got d-dizzy...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're, umm... Oh yeah. Mr Shakey, right?
Vigilante (Shakey):
Y...y...yes... Sh-Sh-Shakey's the name.
Phoenix:
Are you...feeling okay?
Vigilante (Shakey):
Y-yes...I'm...p-p-perfectly...peachy. L-looks can be d...deceiving.
Phoenix:
Did you see anything around the time of the incident?
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...I've...told you... My...eyes...were hazy... I was dizzy... A-and the r...ringing in my ears... L-l-like the c...crying of a g-girl...
Phoenix:
That's okay, that's all I wanted to know.
Maya:
But what I'd like to know... is how Mr Shakey got into the Vigilantes in the first place.
Phoenix:
Maya, maybe it's better not to ask.
Vigilante (Servius):
The rain stopped and a beautiful butterfly appeared at our side.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
A butterfly, you say?
Vigilante (Servius):
Yes, a butterfly! Happily fluttering around, watching us from above. When I saw it, I thought: "Maybe my goddess has turned into this butterfly!"
Phoenix:
What are you talking about...?
Vigilante (Servius):
Gracefully moving from one flower to the next...like my goddess of love... the divine Foxy.
Vigilante (Foxy):
I'm the steel angel gracing the Vigilantes with my sweet presence. My name's Foxy. Don't you dare forget it.
Phoenix:
Uhm...
Maya:
Nick, about that butterfly... I think that must've been a witch using a transformation spell...
Phoenix:
(Seriously? You think a witch turned into a butterfly and flew up the bell tower?) By the way, what happened to that butterfly?
Vigilante (Servius):
Ah, well... It carelessly flew straight into the fire torch and burned.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Vigilante (Servius):
I felt enlightened by that sight... The butterfly cannot resist its dangerous attraction to the flame, even if it results in death.
Phoenix:
Perfect, thank you. That was quite the... exhaustive reply.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Rain is so loathsome. My steel stilettos get dirty from the mud, and my lovely hair loses its texture.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So...you have steel high heels?
Vigilante (Foxy):
Yes, boy. See? Foxy's heels are always polished to sparkle.
Maya:
Wow! I can see myself in the reflection! They're like mirrors!
Phoenix:
Did you notice anything suspicious during the incident?
Vigilante (Foxy):
Hmm... Not really. I was busy having some tea at the time.
Phoenix:
You were...having tea?
Vigilante (Treddon):
I made it for her! Tea with milk is just the thing for rainy afternoons.
Phoenix:
But...weren't you supposed to be guarding the bell tower?
Vigilante (Foxy):
I couldn't possibly walk around in the rain. My stilettos would get dirty.
Vigilante (Treddon):
Ahhhh... These lovely stilettos, their tips as sharp as Inquisitor Barnham's sword. And when they grind against my armour with such force and passion...I am the happiest man on earth.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Would you like me to squish you under my stilettos? Just say the word.
Phoenix:
No...I'm fine, thanks.
Maya:
It's not every day someone offers to tread on you. Maybe it's a Labyrinthian custom?
Phoenix:
...I get walked all over in court often enough as it is.
Press (after pressing fourth statement and questioning Shakey correctly, before changing fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So...you have steel high heels?
Vigilante (Foxy):
Yes, boy. See? Foxy's heels are always polished to sparkle.
Maya:
Wow! I can see myself in the reflection! They're like mirrors!
Phoenix:
Did you notice anything suspicious during the incident?
Vigilante (Foxy):
Hmm... Not really. I was busy having some tea at the time.
Phoenix:
You were...having tea?
Vigilante (Treddon):
I made it for her! Tea with milk is just the thing for rainy afternoons.
Phoenix:
But...weren't you supposed to be guarding the bell tower?
Vigilante (Foxy):
I couldn't possibly walk around in the rain. My stilettos would get dirty.
Vigilante (Treddon):
Ahhhh... These lovely stilettos, their tips as sharp as Inquisitor Barnham's sword. And when they grind against my armour with such force and passion...I am the happiest man on earth.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Would you like me to squish you under my stilettos? Just say the word.
Phoenix:
No...I'm fine, thanks.
Maya:
It's not every day someone offers to tread on you. Maybe it's a Labyrinthian custom?
Phoenix:
...I get walked all over in court often enough as it is.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Ah! Now I remember!
Phoenix:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, I saw them! I saw the muddy footprints in the bell tower. But I didn't report it to the chief. And now...I remember why I didn't report it!
Judge:
If that is the case, you will add it to your testimony.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, Milord.
Changes statement from "But then, suddenly, footprints appeared on the bell tower stairs. When I saw them I thought "it's that witch"!" to "When I saw those muddy footprints, at first I figured they were Foxy's..."
Vigilante (Treddon):
You have no idea how delightful it is when Foxy steps on us in her dirty stilettos, imprinting the mud on our backs...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I, uh... I have no idea what you mean.
Vigilante (Treddon):
You are such a hopeless man. Actually, all men are. Don't you also dream of feeling that beautiful, pointed tip of her shoe brutally digging into your back?!
Maya:
...Do you, Nick?
Phoenix:
NO. Anyway, you mentioned "us". Are there more...uhm...fans of Foxy's?
Vigilante (Treddon):
Yeah, sure there are. Servius is one of us, too.
Phoenix:
(Yeah...I suspected he meant that guy.)
Vigilante (Servius):
Oh ho, that look! You're not averse to that sort of thing either, eh, defender? In that case, have a look at this! This is the mark left by Foxy's stiletto!
Phoenix:
............ Wow. Isn't that amazing...
Judge:
I must say, you've been quite beautifully trodden on there.
Vigilante (Servius):
See how it exquisitely tapers to a point? This deserves to be called art.
Vigilante (Treddon):
Oh! I'm so jealous, Servius! Such charming beauty, born from dirty mud...
Phoenix:
About that muddy footprint... Why didn't you wash it off?
Vigilante (Servius):
What?! Don't be silly!
Vigilante (Treddon):
Have you ever exchanged a handshake with a beautiful singer? It's just like that.
Phoenix:
(Aaaaaanyway... Foxy was wearing high heels that whole time. That's an important point... I think.)
Press (after pressing fourth statement and questioning Shakey correctly, before changing fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I, uh... I have no idea what you mean.
Vigilante (Treddon):
You are such a hopeless man. Actually, all men are. Don't you also dream of feeling that beautiful, pointed tip of her shoe brutally digging into your back?!
Maya:
...Do you, Nick?
Phoenix:
NO. Anyway, you mentioned "us". Are there more...uhm...fans of Foxy's?
Vigilante (Treddon):
Yeah, sure there are. Servius is one of us, too.
Phoenix:
(Yeah...I suspected he meant that guy.)
Vigilante (Servius):
Oh ho, that look! You're not averse to that sort of thing either, eh, defender? In that case, have a look at this! This is the mark left by Foxy's stiletto!
Phoenix:
............ Wow. Isn't that amazing...
Judge:
I must say, you've been quite beautifully trodden on there.
Vigilante (Servius):
See how it exquisitely tapers to a point? This deserves to be called art.
Vigilante (Treddon):
Oh! I'm so jealous, Servius! Such charming beauty, born from dirty mud...
Phoenix:
About that muddy footprint... Why didn't you wash it off?
Vigilante (Servius):
What?! Don't be silly!
Vigilante (Treddon):
Have you ever exchanged a handshake with a beautiful singer? It's just like that.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Ah! Now I remember!
Phoenix:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, I saw them! I saw the muddy footprints in the bell tower. But I didn't report it to the chief. And now...I remember why I didn't report it!
Judge:
If that is the case, you will add it to your testimony.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, Milord.
Changes statement from "But then, suddenly, footprints appeared on the bell tower stairs. When I saw them, I thought "it's that witch"!" to "When I saw those muddy footprints, at first I figured they were Foxy's..."
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Ah didne rin awa'! Ah did mah duty when Ah doscovered th' intruder, Ah teel ye!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You discovered the intruder? Can you tell me more about that?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
...It's Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil.
Phoenix:
Excuse me?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
If ye want tae ask me somethin', address me by mah name! Make fin ay me coz Aam a bairn an' Ah'll make ye regret it!
Phoenix:
Oh, er...okay. Dzibilchun...chuck...mil?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Cannae gie it reit, can ye?! Aam not talkin' tae ye onie mair!
Phoenix:
Gahhhhh! (Oh...c'mon!)
Maya:
Uhm...Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil. Can you please tell us about what you know? This evening, during the incident...what did you see?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Sure! Ah saw the witch's footprints, that's whit Ah saw!
Phoenix:
(Good job, Maya! But...how? Hmm... Dzibilchaltun...sounds kind of..."Mayan"?)
Maya:
Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil, do you mean... these footprints, drawn in this sketch?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Aye! Aye, those'r th' ones!
Maya:
And then...? What did you do after discovering the intruder?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Th' chief tauld me tae report onie intruder Ah saw, right? Sae Ah went tae report it. They aw treat me lake a bairn, e'en thocht Ah can tak' oan onie witch, Ah tael ye!
Question Boistrum
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Boistrum?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
............ Oh... Ooooooh! What's this, out of the blue?! Have some respect for the Vigilantes!
Phoenix:
Is there anything you'd like to comment on from Dzibi...from Number Nine's testimony?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
...Comment? Ah, well, certainly. I remembered about his report!
Phoenix:
Strange footprints appeared on the bell tower staircase... Why didn't you investigate as soon as it was reported to you?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
We are the fast-footed Vigilantes, the most dutiful of knights, giving our all for the utmost sense of accomplishment. It is unthinkable that we would not launch an investigation after a report like that!
Darklaw:
...And yet, I don't recall any such report being passed on to the Inquisition.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
That's right! I had my hands full with assigning tasks to each of the Vigilantes, myself. So I got hold of a reliable Vigilante and gave him the following order: "Investigate the suspicious footprints that appeared on the staircase. Immediately!" ...That's what I said to him.
Phoenix:
Who was that "reliable Vigilante"?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Huh?! Hmm. It...it was... Well...I'm having a bit of trouble remembering just who it was. But I'm sure it was a young and high-spirited Vigilante! Hmmm... But who was it, again...?
Question Shakey (before pressing fourth and seventh or eighth statements)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Can I ask you something, Mr Shakey?
Maya:
Nick, don't! You can't expose that poor guy to your ruthless questioning! Just look at him...he may not be able to take it!
Phoenix:
Ughhh... How am I supposed to talk to him then? Let's try this again. Please excuse me, Mr Shakey... The person the captain asked to investigate the suspicious footprints... Was that you, by any chance?
Vigilante (Shakey):
............ ............ ...Y-yes.
Judge:
What?! It was him?
Darklaw:
I feel compelled to say this, but... although Mr Shakey may be young, very few would describe him as high-spirited.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Huh? What? That may be so, but... Well, what of it?!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...) Mr Shakey, did you not follow your orders? Didn't you investigate the footprints?
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...I investigated them...of c-course. O-orders...are orders. Ev...everyone looked t-to be v-very busy... and no one...would l-listen t-to me... N-now...s-someone finally asked me a-about it! V-Vigilante Shakey, r-ready to r-report...
Phoenix:
............
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
............ That was a very convoluted testimony. But at least now we know that this young man's report didn't reach anyone, because his seniors were too busy to listen.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Yeah! People treat me like a bairn! Did mah report go tae waste?!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
............
Phoenix:
(...What's that? The fourth Vigilante, Lyewood, seems kinda lost in thought...)
Maya:
Nick, let's find out more about the footprints!
Phoenix:
Yup, let's do it. (I can only hope this is all leading somewhere...)
Judge:
Let us go back to the interrogation. Witnesses, continue testifying!
Leads back to cross-examination
Question Shakey (after pressing fourth and seventh or eighth statements)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Can I ask you something, Mr Shakey?
Maya:
Nick, don't! You can't expose that poor guy to your ruthless questioning! Just look at him...he may not be able to take it!
Phoenix:
Ughhh... How am I supposed to talk to him then? Let's try this again. Please excuse me, Mr Shakey... The person the captain asked to investigate the suspicious footprints... Was that you, by any chance?
Vigilante (Shakey):
............ ............ ...Y-yes.
Judge:
What?! It was him?
Darklaw:
I feel compelled to say this, but... although Mr Shakey may be young, very few would describe him as high-spirited.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Huh? What? That may be so, but... Well, what of it?!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...) Mr Shakey, did you not follow your orders? Didn't you investigate the footprints?
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...I investigated them...of c-course. O-orders...are orders. Ev...everyone looked t-to be v-very busy... and no one...would l-listen t-to me... N-now...s-someone finally asked me a-about it! V-Vigilante Shakey, r-ready to r-report...
Phoenix:
............
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
............ That was a very convoluted testimony. But at least now we know that this young man's report didn't reach anyone, because his seniors were too busy to listen.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Yeah! People treat me like a bairn! Did mah report go tae waste?!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Ah! Now I remember!
Phoenix:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, I saw them! I saw the muddy footprints in the bell tower. But I didn't report it to the chief. And now...I remember why I didn't report it!
Judge:
If that is the case, you will add it to your testimony.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, Milord.
Changes statement from "But then, suddenly, footprints appeared on the bell tower stairs. When I saw them, I thought "it's that witch"!" to "When I saw those muddy footprints, at first I figured they were Foxy's..."
Phoenix:
(Young and high-spirited, huh?)
Maya:
Hmm... That's still pretty weird.
Phoenix:
Huh? What is?
Maya:
Why won't that person step forward and say it was them? Since their captain can't seem to remember...
Phoenix:
Hey, yeah...that is pretty weird. (Hmm... Whoever it was, it looks like they don't want us to know it.)
Maya:
Maybe if we observe everyone closely, we'll be able to tell who it was!
Leads back to cross-examination
Maya:
They shouldn't be treating you like a kid. You're so brave, Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Ah've got tae dae whit th' chief says like a guid loon, ur he willnae gie me onie mair pocket money.
Phoenix:
(The kid reported to the chief, huh... We haven't heard about that before.) Can you tell us more about the report you made?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Say mah name.
Phoenix:
Um... Sybilchoonchook...mille...
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Drop dead!
Phoenix:
(Guess I'll just ask the captain instead...)
Maya:
This might be important! We've got to follow up on this!
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Uhm... He's all yours, Maya.
Maya:
Uhm...Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil. Can you please tell us about what you know? This evening, during the incident...what did you see?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Sure! Ah saw the witch's footprints, that's whit Ah saw!
Phoenix:
(Good job, Maya! But...how? Hmm... Dzibilchaltun...sounds kind of..."Mayan"?)
Maya:
Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil, do you mean... these footprints, drawn in this sketch?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Aye! Aye, those'r th' ones!
Maya:
And then...? What did you do after discovering the intruder?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Th' chief tauld me tae report onie intruder Ah saw, right? Sae Ah went tae report it. They aw treat me lake a bairn, e'en thocht Ah can tak' oan onie witch, Ah tael ye!
Question Boistrum (before changing fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Boistrum?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
............ Oh... Ooooooh! What's this, out of the blue?! Have some respect for the Vigilantes!
Phoenix:
Is there anything you'd like to comment on from Dzibi...from Number Nine's testimony?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
...Comment? Ah, well, certainly. I remembered about his report!
Phoenix:
Strange footprints appeared on the bell tower staircase... Why didn't you investigate as soon as it was reported to you?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
We are the fast-footed Vigilantes, the most dutiful of knights, giving our all for the utmost sense of accomplishment. It is unthinkable that we would not launch an investigation after a report like that!
Darklaw:
...And yet, I don't recall any such report being passed on to the Inquisition.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
That's right! I had my hands full with assigning tasks to each of the Vigilantes, myself. So I got hold of a reliable Vigilante and gave him the following order: "Investigate the suspicious footprints that appeared on the staircase. Immediately!" ...That's what I said to him.
Phoenix:
Who was that "reliable Vigilante"?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Huh?! Hmm. It...it was... Well...I'm having a bit of trouble remembering just who it was. But I'm sure it was a young and high-spirited Vigilante! Hmmm... But who was it, again...?
Question Shakey (before pressing fourth and seventh or eighth statements)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Can I ask you something, Mr Shakey?
Maya:
Nick, don't! You can't expose that poor guy to your ruthless questioning! Just look at him...he may not be able to take it!
Phoenix:
Ughhh... How am I supposed to talk to him then? Let's try this again. Please excuse me, Mr Shakey... The person the captain asked to investigate the suspicious footprints... Was that you, by any chance?
Vigilante (Shakey):
............ ............ ...Y-yes.
Judge:
What?! It was him?
Darklaw:
I feel compelled to say this, but... although Mr Shakey may be young, very few would describe him as high-spirited.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Huh? What? That may be so, but... Well, what of it?!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...) Mr Shakey, did you not follow your orders? Didn't you investigate the footprints?
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...I investigated them...of c-course. O-orders...are orders. Ev...everyone looked t-to be v-very busy... and no one...would l-listen t-to me... N-now...s-someone finally asked me a-about it! V-Vigilante Shakey, r-ready to r-report...
Phoenix:
............
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
............ That was a very convoluted testimony. But at least now we know that this young man's report didn't reach anyone, because his seniors were too busy to listen.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Yeah! People treat me like a bairn! Did mah report go tae waste?!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
............
Phoenix:
(...What's that? The fourth Vigilante, Lyewood, seems kinda lost in thought...)
Maya:
Nick, let's find out more about the footprints!
Phoenix:
Yup, let's do it. (I can only hope this is all leading somewhere...)
Judge:
Let us go back to the interrogation. Witnesses, continue testifying!
Leads back to cross-examination
Question Shakey (after pressing fourth and seventh or eighth statements)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Can I ask you something, Mr Shakey?
Maya:
Nick, don't! You can't expose that poor guy to your ruthless questioning! Just look at him...he may not be able to take it!
Phoenix:
Ughhh... How am I supposed to talk to him then? Let's try this again. Please excuse me, Mr Shakey... The person the captain asked to investigate the suspicious footprints... Was that you, by any chance?
Vigilante (Shakey):
............ ............ ...Y-yes.
Judge:
What?! It was him?
Darklaw:
I feel compelled to say this, but... although Mr Shakey may be young, very few would describe him as high-spirited.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Huh? What? That may be so, but... Well, what of it?!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...) Mr Shakey, did you not follow your orders? Didn't you investigate the footprints?
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...I investigated them...of c-course. O-orders...are orders. Ev...everyone looked t-to be v-very busy... and no one...would l-listen t-to me... N-now...s-someone finally asked me a-about it! V-Vigilante Shakey, r-ready to r-report...
Phoenix:
............
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
............ That was a very convoluted testimony. But at least now we know that this young man's report didn't reach anyone, because his seniors were too busy to listen.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Yeah! People treat me like a bairn! Did mah report go tae waste?!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Ah! Now I remember!
Phoenix:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, I saw them! I saw the muddy footprints in the bell tower. But I didn't report it to the chief. And now...I remember why I didn't report it!
Judge:
If that is the case, you will add it to your testimony.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yes, Milord.
Changes statement from "But then, suddenly, footprints appeared on the bell tower stairs. When I saw them, I thought "it's that witch"!" to "When I saw those muddy footprints, at first I figured they were Foxy's..."
Phoenix:
(Young and high-spirited, huh?)
Maya:
Hmm... That's still pretty weird.
Phoenix:
Huh? What is?
Maya:
Why won't that person step forward and say it was them? Since their captain can't seem to remember...
Phoenix:
Hey, yeah...that is pretty weird. (Hmm... Whoever it was, it looks like they don't want us to know it.)
Maya:
Maybe if we observe everyone closely, we'll be able to tell who it was!
Leads back to cross-examination
Maya:
They shouldn't be treating you like a kid. You're so brave, Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Ah've got tae dae whit th' chief says like a guid loon, ur he willnae gie me onie mair pocket money.
Phoenix:
(The kid reported to the chief, huh... We haven't heard about that before.) Can you tell us more about the report you made?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Say mah name.
Phoenix:
Um... Sybilchoonchook...mille...
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Drop dead!
Phoenix:
(Guess I'll just ask the captain instead...)
Maya:
This might be important! We've got to follow up on this!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I have been mulling over this incident... and just now, the realisation dawned on me. I...remember nothing.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
............
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
............
Phoenix:
Excuse me... I'm pretty sure we've met before... Mr Wordsmith, was it?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Wordsmith? I must disappoint you, young one. I am not familiar with that unusually unusual name. Wordsmith? A smith of words? Would that not be the Storyteller?
Phoenix:
You mean you don't remember?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I do not. From where did this Wordsmith come? To where did he head? At where will he next arrive? I know not... Regardless...such questions are of no concern to any of us. I am...on a green field, sky-clad, watching petals dancing in the wind... Allow me to indulge in my dream for a while longer, young one.
Phoenix:
(You're not fooling anyone, grandpa!)
Maya:
An awful lot must've happened to him since that other trial...
Phoenix:
Maybe. But just what the heck is the matter with all these Vigilantes?
Phoenix:
(All right. Now that I've heard their testimony, it's time to get thinking. But there are just too many of them! I've never handled this many witnesses at once!)
Maya:
It's gonna be one humongous undertaking squeezing information out of this wacky bunch...
Phoenix:
In any case, the footprints left on the bell tower stairs are our best lead for now... Some of the witnesses saw them too.
Maya:
So...let's focus on that and press 'em hard until they cough up some more useful info!
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's the plan. (If I can't refute the witnesses' testimony, it'll be the end for Espella! I need to fish out a decisive contradiction in their statements!)
Phoenix:
You seem pretty sure that the footprints in the bell tower were Ms Foxy's. In other words, the footprints you saw... were stiletto footprints, with pointy tips.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yeah, pointy. They were hers, for sure.
Phoenix:
And yet...we have a sketch of the footprints as they were found after the incident.
Judge:
Oooh! Those footprints... They have rounded tips!
Phoenix:
So you see, Mr Lyewood... Your testimony contradicts the evidence!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
N-no way!
Darklaw:
That sketch was drawn by the Court Illustrator, based on how we found the crime scene immediately after the incident... I can guarantee that the sketch is accurate!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Well, I saw what I saw. There's no way I was wrong!
Phoenix:
How can you say that?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
The reason is pretty simple... If I'd seen footprints like those in the sketch, it wouldn't have occurred to me that they might be Foxy's!
Vigilante (Servius):
Exactly! Those are nothing like Foxy's! Sweet Foxy's footprints look like this!
Judge:
This is quite puzzling... Perhaps the defence can explain this contradiction.
Phoenix:
(Only one trail of footprints was found in the bell tower. One of the witnesses claims the footprints had pointy tips... But the Court Illustrator's sketch of the crime scene shows they were rounded.)
Judge:
Is the witness' [sic] account correct? Or is it the sketch that shows the truth?
Lyewood is correct
Phoenix:
The witness has to be right! The footprints were pointy!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
You have just made an enemy of the inquisitors. Perhaps you do not value your life... But if you're so confident, let me ask you... On what grounds do you discredit the evidence?
Phoenix:
Well... That's because...
Darklaw:
Because if the footprints were as shown in the sketch, the accused would be found guilty? That's not your reason, is it?
Phoenix:
(Ugh...she can read people's minds... Isn't that witchcraft?)
Maya:
Oh, I know that look! She hit the bullseye, huh?
Phoenix:
(Why don't you keep such observations to yourself...)
Maya:
Heh heh. Sorry, Nick, but you're like an open book to me!
Leads back to:
"This is quite puzzling... Perhaps the defence can explain this contradiction."
The sketch is correct
Phoenix:
It's easy to see which version of events is correct. The footprints were round, as shown in the sketch!
Darklaw:
Hmph... So you admit it, then? That it was the accused, Espella Cantabella, who entered the bell tower, using invisibility magic?
Phoenix:
Um, wait...what?
Maya:
That's what you just implied, Nick! There was only one trail of footprints, remember?
Phoenix:
Y-Your Honour! Please hold on! The defence would like to reconsider its answer!
Judge:
I will hold on this time, but your next explanation had better hold up in court.
Phoenix:
(Ughhh...)
Leads back to:
"This is quite puzzling... Perhaps the defence can explain this contradiction."
They're both correct
Leads to:
"Both the witness and the sketch are correct, Your Honour."
Phoenix:
Both the witness and the sketch are correct, Your Honour.
Darklaw:
What...?
Phoenix:
Two different types of footprint were observed in the bell tower. Now, if neither party is mistaken... it means that two trails of footprints were left on the stairs!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
It's so obvious I shouldn't have to mention it, but if you trust that the sketch presents the facts accurately... there was only one trail left on those steps. You can see it quite clearly.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Actually, it's possible the sketch is showing two trails.
Darklaw:
Psh! And how would that be?
Phoenix:
Let's organise this evening's events on a timeline. Mr Lyewood discovered the footprints soon after the rain stopped. Which means that at that point, someone had already entered the bell tower.
Judge:
Yes...that would be the case.
Phoenix:
The footprints that were observed then had pointy tips. And then, sometime later...another person went up those stairs. But that person left different footprints... Footprints that had rounded tips.
Judge:
Oh...oh! I think I can see where this is going!
Phoenix:
I'm glad you follow, Your Honour. You see, the second person... walked on the footprints that had already been left, perfectly covering them up as they went!
Darklaw:
What...?!
Phoenix:
This explains why only one trail of footprints was left!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Preposterous. That's just too far-fetched.
Phoenix:
...What makes you say that?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Even WE can tell you that much!
Vigilante (Balmung):
There's no way there were two intruders!
Vigilante (Foxy):
It's a big stretch, honey.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
E'en if a body ay them was a witch 'at was invisible...
Vigilante (Lyewood):
We would have seen the other one!
Phoenix:
What you're saying makes sense... but it's a fact that none of you noticed the second intruder. And the only explanation for that... is that the second intruder was also a witch, who had also made herself invisible when she entered the bell tower!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Wh-wha... WHAAAAAAT the heck?!
Judge:
Order! Order! Orderrrrr! Th-there were two witches...?
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Ludicrous! Are you honestly suggesting that two witches managed to sneak into the bell tower?
Phoenix:
It may seem ludicrous to you, but you can't say it's not a possibility!
Darklaw:
It's easy to bat around "possibilities", but your theory alone doesn't change anything. Or perhaps you have some proof to support your little story?
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
Because we do have proof that Espella Cantabella was, in fact, in the bell tower at the time of the crime. Not only was she seen by many people... but this was found at the crime scene afterwards, too.
Phoenix:
(Espella's pendant, huh.)
Darklaw:
If you think there was one more person in the bell tower... then prove it, defender!
Judge:
Very well then. The defence shall present evidence. Do you have proof that someone other than the accused was in the bell tower?
Present Flour-Covered Robe
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Oh! That's a...uhm, what is it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
And what do we have here?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
"Huh" is not an explanation. Well, what do you make of it, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
If there's one thing I can say about this evidence... it's that it certainly proves a point. Just not the one the defence was arguing. You were supposed to prove that a second witch left muddy footprints... but your argument was as clear as mud. And now your name is mud, too!
Phoenix:
Uwaaaaaah! (She's so unforgiving. Cut me some slack... anyone can make a mistake, right?) The defence apologises for the mistake and would like to have another chance, Your Honour...
Leads back to:
"Very well then. The defence shall present evidence."
Judge:
Oh! That's a...uhm, what is it?
Phoenix:
This robe was found at the top floor of the bell tower. As you can see, it's way too big for Espella.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, indeed. It would seem to belong to a much taller person.
Phoenix:
Vigilantes, I'd like you all to confirm something for me. You have been guarding the bell tower ever since it appeared, correct?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Indeed we have, sir!
Phoenix:
Had anyone ever gone up the bell tower before the incident this evening?
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Of course not! What would be our purpose if we freely allowed people inside?!
Vigilante (Balmung):
Suspicious or not, sadly no one ever approaches our bell tower!
Phoenix:
I see. But then... how did this robe get up there?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Uhm...
Phoenix:
...Do you get it now? There must have been a second witch in the bell tower!
Judge:
Order! Orderrrr! So there were two witches inside that tower?
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honour. It's true that the defendant was seen in the bell tower at the time of the crime... But if another witch was present too, it's impossible to say for sure that it was Ms Cantabella who summoned the fire dragon!
Vigilantes:
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Calm down, everyone!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
We must not let this defender confuddle our understanding of the situation!
Vigilante (Foxy):
It was the Great Witch Bezella that summoned the fire dragon.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Aam gonnae expose 'er fur whit she is!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
We've braved fierce rapids, scaled high mountains and crossed vast plains to testify in this court and expose the Great Witch.
Phoenix:
Uhm... What are they talking about?
Darklaw:
...You'll know soon.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
High Inquisitor Darklaw! Permit us to testify again!
Darklaw:
............ You believe you can reveal the truth about the accused?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Yes, Lady Darklaw! We may be just a bunch of commoners, but we shall offer you our testimony with passion, purpose...and plausibility. Let us speak now...for the sake of Labyrinthia!
Phoenix:
(Oh man. For the sake of my sanity, please DON'T speak...)
Darklaw:
Permission granted. May your words be as sharp as swords... and cut through all lies and fallacies straight to the truth!
Witness Testimony
- The Time of the Crime -
Vigilante (Boistrum):
The Storyteller finished speaking to the crowds at the town square in the evening. That's when the Great Witch appeared.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
I still cannot forget the sound of that terrible incantation! It was undoubtedly that girl's voice!
Vigilante (Balmung):
We ran towards the tower as soon as we saw her, keeping our eyes on her to make sure she didn't escape!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
We split into two groups at the entrance... One group to guard it, the other to chase down the witch. I was in the first group.
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...I was...one of the p-pursuers. I ran into the t-tower...and caught the w-witch.
Vigilante (Servius):
There was no one but us at the crime scene.
Vigilante (Foxy):
We captured the girl. There was nowhere for anyone to hide there.
Vigilante (Treddon):
There was no other witch. I'm sure of it.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Ah was guardin' th' entrance. Ah hud th' duir locked!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
That's right, young one. The fateful bell tower. The fateful incident. We saw them with our own fateful eyes.
Judge:
............ Well, I suppose that can again be summed up by saying... you all did the best you could.
Darklaw:
The Vigilantes were the first to arrive at the crime scene. Their testimony is credible.
Judge:
It does seem so. And if what they say is indeed true... it would be decisive proof of the accused's guilt.
Phoenix:
Our opponent is a witch. The Great Witch, to be exact. Things probably aren't as simple as they seem.
Darklaw:
Heh. If you think so, feel free to look for any cracks in their testimony. ...If there are any. And if you're up to it.
Judge:
Defender, you may begin the interrogation!
Cross Examination
- The Time of the Crime -
Vigilante (Boistrum):
The Storyteller finished speaking to the crowds at the town square in the evening. That's when the Great Witch appeared.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Shortly before sunset, there were lots of people in the town square, weren't there?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
...ALL the people were in the square. You read the contents of the Story, didn't you?
Phoenix:
(The town's grand finale was kind of a big deal, huh...)
Vigilante (Boistrum):
It happened only several hours ago... a sight we'll never forget! The Storyteller noticed the Great Witch first. She appeared at the bell tower...and she conjured a flame above her finger. The Storyteller fixed his gaze on that flame. ...But it was already too late! The Great Witch uttered the incantation.
Darklaw:
"Granwyrm"...
Vigilante (Lottalance):
I still cannot forget the sound of that terrible incantation! It was undoubtedly that girl's voice!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And by "that girl", you mean...
Vigilante (Lottalance):
What a question! I mean Espella Cantabella! Who else?! She took her father's life with that fearsome word!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Yeah! No doubt about it! That voice belonged to Espella Cantabella!
Vigilante (Foxy):
That fiendish voice! It even made me shudder. A little.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Oh yes! She shouted that dreadful incantation! "Ignaize!"
Phoenix:
(Wrong trial, grandpa. That wasn't even the same witch...)
Maya:
It looks like they all remember her voice.
Phoenix:
Well, to be honest, I also think it was Espella's voice...
Maya:
Uhm, maybe it's better not to dig too deep into this topic.
Vigilante (Balmung):
We ran towards the tower as soon as we saw her, keeping our eyes on her to make sure she didn't escape!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Were the Vigilantes the first to arrive at the crime scene?
Vigilante (Balmung):
Of course! I was worried the Great Witch may escape us... so I never took my eyes off her until I reached that bell tower!
Phoenix:
You didn't lose sight of her even once?
Vigilante (Balmung):
No! Even when I tripped on a pebble and fell down, I kept my eyes fixed on her!
Phoenix:
You fell down?
Judge:
It's dangerous to run without paying attention to where you're stepping.
Vigilante (Balmung):
I saw my fellow Vigilantes capture the Great Witch. That's when I tripped and fell...
Darklaw:
It was impossible for someone else to have traded places with the person who summoned that fire dragon. Therefore, the Great Witch Bezella can be none other than Espella Cantabella.
Phoenix:
............
Vigilante (Lyewood):
We split into two groups at the entrance... One group to guard it, the other to chase down the witch. I was in the first group.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Can you tell me which Vigilantes were guarding the entrance?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
It was me and Lottalance. The rest went after the witch. Right, Lottalance?
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Yeah. I think that's right.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Whit?! Whit abit me?! Ah...Ah was thaur wi' ye! Ah was guardin' th' entrance wi' ye!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Ah, yes. Now that I think about it, it was quite a scene.
Phoenix:
Quite a scene?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
If you want to know more, why don't you ask the kid?
???:
Ahem...
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I'm fairly certain that I, too, was there. Guarding the entrance. ...Well, wherever I may have been, the winds that blow over plains will have blown just the same.
Phoenix:
(These guys aren't the best when it comes to teamwork...)
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...I was...one of the p-pursuers. I ran into the t-tower...and caught the w-witch.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
............ Y-you did it?! YOU caught the witch?!
Vigilante (Shakey):
Sh-she was as if in a d...daze. I...I, too, was in a daze... Th-then I seemed to...f-fall un... unconscious. When I c-came to, it seemed that I'd...captured her.
Phoenix:
That means...you climbed the tower before anyone else?
Vigilante (Shakey):
Y-yesss... That's...that's c-correct.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Lemme tell you, that guy's the fastest among us! Runs at breakneck speed!
Vigilante (Balmung):
Number Five is very light. I'm quite jealous of his feathery build!
Phoenix:
............ (I just...don't know what to say.)
Vigilante (Servius):
There was no one but us at the crime scene.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you sure there was no one else?
Vigilante (Servius):
Very sure. There were only two people on the top floor.
Phoenix:
Huh? Wait a second! You said "two"?
Vigilante (Servius):
Yes, two. It was me and my sweet Foxy.
Phoenix:
What...?
Vigilante (Servius):
I am in love. All my attention is directed at Foxy.
Phoenix:
That's a weak excuse... There were several other Vigilantes at the crime scene too, weren't there?
Vigilante (Servius):
Yeah, probably. But that means nothing to me! To me, there is only Foxy! That's my romantic interpretation of events.
Phoenix:
I wish you would testify about what you've actually witnessed.
Vigilante (Foxy):
We captured the girl. There was nowhere for anyone to hide there.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How can you be sure there was nowhere to hide?
Vigilante (Foxy):
The whole city was watching the tower at that time. If the witch tried to climb down using a ladder or something, she'd have been seen.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, that's a fair point.)
Vigilante (Foxy):
But, we're talking about Bezella here. She could've become invisible and flown out of the bell tower, you know. It'd be child's play for Bezella, since she can use any spells [sic] she wants.
Phoenix:
(Right. The Great Witch Bezella could have escaped with ease. And yet, Espella was caught at the crime scene...)
Maya:
Hear that, Nick? That's further proof there's NO WAY Espella is Bezella, right?!
Phoenix:
It's hardly conclusive... I mean, if that was enough to convince everyone, we wouldn't be having this trial. (But there's something in Foxy's testimony that keeps nagging at me. Was there really no place to hide? Can any evidence in the Court Record confirm that?)
Darklaw:
............
Present Bell Tower Plan
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The eyes of the whole town were on the bell tower. And the entrance was locked. Witches may be able to make themselves invisible, but they can't physically disappear. ...Which means it's not unreasonable to suggest that escaping from the bell tower was nearly impossible. However... hiding themselves after the incident is a different story.
Judge:
Hmm... That's the sketch of the bell tower, isn't it?
Darklaw:
Most fascinating. Well, defender... how about you show us? Enlighten us as to where exactly the witch could have hidden!
Present belfry (before correctly presenting Contraption)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
She hid here, of course. At the very top of the bell tower!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
It may seem like a plausible place to hide... However! That part of the bell tower is inaccessible to anyone! The stairs don't go up as far as the belfry!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
High Inquisitor Darklaw, we're talking about a witch here! A witch can do lots of things that are impossible to us, with the use of magic!
Judge:
............
Darklaw:
............
Vigilante (Foxy):
............
Darklaw:
If you were a true Knight of the Court... you'd show us evidence rather than trying to justify your vague theories with "the use of magic"!
Phoenix:
Aaaarghhhhhh!
Maya:
She kinda has a point, Nick.
Phoenix:
(How else could someone get to the top of the bell tower? There has to be a way... Was it magic?  Or something a little more... plausible? Whatever it was, I need proof.)
Judge:
It's getting late. I can see no point in dwelling on this. Defender, you may continue the interrogation.
Darklaw:
............
Leads back to cross-examination
Present belfry (after correctly presenting Contraption)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
She hid here, of course. At the very top of the bell tower!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
It may seem like a plausible place to hide... However! That part of the bell tower is inaccessible to anyone! The stairs don't go up as far as the belfry!
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Remember our demonstration a little while ago?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How about somewhere around this area?!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
...How about you stop being so vague?
Judge:
Hmmm... I can't say I see exactly what you're pointing at.
Phoenix:
Sorry, Your Honour. My finger slipped and I pointed to the wrong spot...
Vigilante (Foxy):
What a silly slip-up, defender boy. Are you giving in to the stress? Want me to massage your back with my stilettos to help you get back into shape?
Vigilante (Treddon):
It would do you good! Try it! Become one of us!
Phoenix:
Gaaaah! (Somebody save me...)
Maya:
You know, I think I see a good hiding place in that sketch. Give it another try, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Got to get it this time... I don't think I can take any more of Foxy's, err...teasing.)
Leads back to:
"Most fascinating. Well, defender..."
Vigilante (Treddon):
There was no other witch. I'm sure of it.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
A witch could have used magic to remain unseen!
Vigilante (Treddon):
Sorry to disappoint you, but no one used any magic at that time.
Judge:
What makes you so sure?
Vigilante (Treddon):
To cast a spell, a witch needs to say that spell's incantation. And we heard no incantations. Nor any other suspicious noises.
Question Shakey (before changing tenth statement)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Mr Shakey...? I...didn't mean to startle you. Do you have anything to add to Mr Treddon's testimony?
Vigilante (Shakey):
Ah... Ah...y-yesss... I...I...think there w-was...s-s-something. A s-strange...noise.
Phoenix:
...! You actually... heard something at the crime scene?! And you say it was a strange noise?
Vigilante (Shakey):
............ ...Y-yes... 
Maya:
Look what you did, Nick! That's just cruel!
Phoenix:
What, I didn't DO anything!
Maya:
I can't remember if I heard anything odd when we were in the bell tower...
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Shakey?
Maya:
It looks like we're temporarily one witness down.
Phoenix:
Let's give him a break. Maybe someone else also heard that noise. (Number Eight said he didn't hear anything unusual... And it wasn't only Shakey that seemed to have a different opinion on that matter.)
Maya:
Let's question the other witnesses, too!
Leads back to cross-examination
Question Servius (before changing tenth statement)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Number Six?
Vigilante (Servius):
Yeah? I'm sort of busy thinking about something right now.
Phoenix:
What do you think about Mr Treddon's statement? Is there anything you'd like to share with us?
Vigilante (Servius):
Well, kind of. Just a thought I had... Treddon's saying that since he didn't hear the incantation, the witch didn't use magic, right?
Vigilante (Treddon):
Yeah! She didn't, so she couldn't have turned invisible, see?
Vigilante (Servius):
That's some surprisingly good reasoning, especially coming from you. But couldn't she have simply cast the spell earlier?
Vigilante (Treddon):
Huh?
Vigilante (Servius):
If she was invisible from the start, of course we wouldn't have heard that incantation.
Vigilante (Treddon):
............
Vigilante (Foxy):
Mmm. My, aren't you the smart one, Servius. You took the words right out of my mouth! I was thinking the same.
Vigilante (Servius):
Out of...Foxy's mouth? Oh dear! I feel like I'm melting inside. Watch me bask in Foxy's love, Treddon!
Vigilante (Treddon):
Grrrr! The envy, the jealousy, the chagrin! You make me suffer so, Foxy!
Phoenix:
(It was a...noteworthy testimony. But this witness wasn't the only one that seemed to have something to say about it.)
Maya:
Okay, let's question some more people!
Leads back to cross-examination
Question Foxy (before changing tenth statement)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Ms Foxy?
Vigilante (Foxy):
What? Would you like to ask Foxy a question, defender boy?
Phoenix:
I'd like to know what you think about Mr Treddon's testimony.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Uhm. I have this little pet theory, you know. He's saying that since he didn't hear the incantation, the witch didn't cast a spell, no?
Vigilante (Treddon):
Yeah! She didn't, so she couldn't turn invisible, see?
Vigilante (Foxy):
Well, that would make sense... But couldn't she have simply cast the spell earlier?
Vigilante (Treddon):
Huh?
Vigilante (Foxy):
If she was invisible from the start, of course we didn't hear that incantation.
Vigilante (Treddon):
............
Vigilante (Foxy):
So I think you've made a fool of yourself, sweetie.
Vigilante (Treddon):
I...I have! It's just as you say! Oh, the public humiliation... Walk over me more! Let me be your doormat!
Maya:
It looks like the testimony went kinda off the rails there...
Phoenix:
Tell me about it... Just leave them to themselves. And don't make eye contact... (But, you know... It wasn't just Foxy that seemed to be thinking about something during Treddon's testimony.)
Maya:
Okay, let's question some more people!
Leads back to cross-examination
Question Wordsmith (before changing tenth statement)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Wordsmith...
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I do not know anyone by that name.
Phoenix:
Uhh, yeeeeeeah... Anyway, would you like to comment on Mr Treddon's testimony?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
............ ............
Phoenix:
I see you have nothing to say. (He's in "green field" mode again...)
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Do not rush to conclusions, young one. I am...on a green field, sky-clad, watching petals dancing in the wind.
Phoenix:
Yup, I knew you'd say that.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
And yet...a single shaft of light has shone through the dark abyss of my memory. I heard something in the bell tower, when we went to apprehend the witch.
Phoenix:
...! What did you hear? Was it an incantation?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
No, it wasn't an incantation. Nevertheless, it sounded like a woman's voice.
Phoenix:
Mr Wordsmith! This is extremely important information! Please add this to your testimony!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Yes, I shall do that. It's best that I tell you about it now, before I forget again.
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
As the defender requested, you will now testify about the sound you heard!
Changes statement from "That's right, young one. The fateful bell tower. The fateful incident. We saw them with our own fateful eyes." to "I recall...hearing a woman's voice. A faint, delicate sobbing, no less."
Phoenix:
When you say "suspicious"...what do you mean?
Vigilante (Treddon):
If a witch cast a spell of invisibility, we wouldn't see anything. But... we would've heard the incantation! You shouldn't be asking us what we've seen, but rather what we heard!
Phoenix:
............
Darklaw:
............
Vigilante (Treddon):
What do you think, my gorgeous Foxy? Didn't that sound cool? Wasn't I kinda awesome just then?
Vigilante (Foxy):
Uh-huh. Maybe...somewhat.
Vigilante (Treddon):
Woohoo!
Phoenix:
(Noises heard at the crime scene...it may be worth keeping that in the back of my mind.)
Darklaw:
Next witness, continue the testimony.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Ah was guardin' th' entrance. Ah hud th' duir locked!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You locked the door to the bell tower?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Aye! Ah wasnae gonnae lit anyain escape. Sae Ah turned th' key in th' lock!
Phoenix:
Uhh... You did a great job, didn't you?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
His intentions weren't bad, but it did more harm than good.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Vigilante (Foxy):
The little boy swallowed the key... And there were no spares. He successfully locked in everyone who'd entered the bell tower.
Judge:
He...swallowed the key?!
Maya:
That's right. We couldn't get down from the bell tower for some time afterwards.
Vigilante (Lyewood):
This incident has led us to coin a new word for getting helplessly trapped. It's to be "Dzibilchaltunchunchucmilled". It's getting quite popular.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Dornt go aroond attachin' strange meanings tae people's names!
Maya:
So...you could say we got ourselves kinda Dzibilchaltunchunchucmilled in Labyrinthia.
Phoenix:
Look at you, a budding expert on Labyrinthian slang.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
That's right, young one. The fateful bell tower. The fateful incident. We saw them with our own fateful eyes.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Can you tell us more about what you witnessed with your "fateful eyes"?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I can indeed...since you're asking. The delicious scent of mid-evening dinner permeated through the air. Then, a soft light shone faintly in the distance.
Phoenix:
Yes...right. So, what time was it, exactly?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Dinner time. When else would the scent of dinner be in the air, if not dinner time? ...Do you see?
Phoenix:
Ugh... You still haven't answered my question.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
At any rate, I heard it then. That ominous incantation. It made my beard hairs stand on end! "Ignaize", she cried!
Phoenix:
............ I, um, think you're getting things mixed up with a previous case.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
............ I am...on a green field, sky-clad, watching petals dancing in the wind... Allow me to indulge in my dream for a while longer, young one.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I recall...hearing a woman's voice. A faint, delicate sobbing, no less.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You heard a woman sobbing?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Yes. Sobbing, or perhaps wailing... EEEE! EEE EEK! EEEE! ...She sounded a bit like hinges in need of some grease.
Phoenix:
(Boy, his falsetto packs a serious punch.)
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
And there was another noise, too. CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK. ...It was a pleasant sound, rather like that of wooden cogs in motion.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
And another sound... A CLINK-CLANK of chains creaking.
Phoenix:
(We've come a long way from the sound of a woman crying...)
???:
Owww... Aaah...aaaaah...
Vigilante (Shakey):
Aaah... I remember now! A w...wo...woman's...s-s-scream. It...it was likely the c-contraption's...
Vigilante (Lottalance):
On second thought, I heard it too. I remember a certain wailing, creaking noise flowing through the air!
Phoenix:
...And when did you hear it?
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Hmm... We ran to the bell tower...and I think it was when we arrived at the entrance.
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Indeed. Only the quickest of us got there in time to hear it.
Maya:
Mr Wordsmith is a fast runner? Gotta be honest, Nick, I never saw that coming...
Phoenix:
I think it might speak more for the slowness of the other Vigilantes... (Anyway, we've got a new piece of info... The Vigilantes heard some noises resembling machinery in the tower.)
Maya:
I wonder what was making all those eeks and clinks and clacks...
Phoenix:
(Was there any machinery up in that bell tower...? Now's the perfect time to present something that may have some connection to those noises.)
Present Contraption (before correctly presenting belfry on Bell Tower Plan)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defence has a theory regarding the source of those strange sounds. ...It was most likely this. This mechanism is on the middle floor of the bell tower.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
That reminds me... there was some contraption up there unlike anything I'd seen before.
Vigilante (Balmung):
That's right, chief! We never touched it, though.
Phoenix:
How about we try operating that contraption to see what it does? We might just be able to reproduce the sound that Mr Lottalance heard at the crime scene...
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Right! You might be on to something!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
But it was I who testified about it before that young man...
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...t-talked about it, too...
Judge:
Well, you've got my curiosity. Let's see you set that contraption in motion.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Milord! Just leave it to me!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Get ready, everyone! Prick up your ears!
...Eeee eeek...Eeee... ...Clack clack clack... ...Clink-clank!
That...that's it!That's the very same sound I heard!Oh, it is! That's what I heard, as well!Y...yes! That's...it...
Phoenix:
As you've all seen...or rather, "heard"... It's clear that device was operating shortly after the incident!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
This doesn't change the fact that we know nothing about what that contraption does! Your demonstration hasn't led us to any valuable conclusions!
Judge:
Hmm... High Inquisitor Darklaw has a point.
Phoenix:
(It's not like I don't have an idea what that machinery was used for... But how should I go about proving it to the court? Guess I should confront "Madam Butterfly" over there about her testimony...)
Judge:
It seems we've wasted a lot of time over nothing. Defence, you may continue the interrogation.
Darklaw:
............
Present Contraption (after correctly presenting belfry on Bell Tower Plan)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defence has a theory regarding the source of those strange sounds. ...It was most likely this. This mechanism is on the middle floor of the bell tower.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
That reminds me... there was some contraption up there unlike anything I'd seen before.
Vigilante (Balmung):
That's right, chief! We never touched it, though.
Phoenix:
How about we try operating that contraption to see what it does? We might just be able to reproduce the sound that Mr Lottalance heard at the crime scene...
Vigilante (Lottalance):
Right! You might be on to something!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
But it was I who testified about it before that young man...
Vigilante (Shakey):
I...t-talked about it, too...
Judge:
Well, you've got my curiosity. Let's see you set that contraption in motion.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Milord! Just leave it to me!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Get ready, everyone! Prick up your ears!
...Eeee eeek...Eeee... ...Clack clack clack... ...Clink-clank!
That...that's it!That's the very same sound I heard!Oh, it is! That's what I heard, as well!Y...yes! That's...it...
Phoenix:
As you've all seen...or rather, "heard"... It's clear that device was operating shortly after the incident!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
This doesn't change the fact that we know nothing about what that contraption does! Your demonstration hasn't led us to any valuable conclusions!
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Remember our demonstration a little while ago?"
Press (after correctly presenting Contraption)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So what you heard was the sound made by the contraption inside the bell tower?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Yes, it was. The world is full of strange devices. But I shan't be but another cog in the wheel.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
As for devices, I wish to be left to my own. I shall pursue my own dreams, as a fallen leaf pursues a warm breeze. Whirling, semi-transparent cogwheels. There are more and more of them...
Phoenix:
(I think his train of thought got derailed. Anyway, we know that the contraption was in use shortly after the incident.)
Maya:
I can't stop thinking about what this contraption is for...
Phoenix:
(I'd have to prove her testimony wrong to find the answer to that!)
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
............
Phoenix:
(Looks like they're all saying pretty much the same thing... But there was another witch in the bell tower. If only it was easier to prove...)
Maya:
If the other witch used the invisibility spell, that would explain why no one saw her.
Phoenix:
(No kidding, Maya. That's the whole point of invisibility, after all. ...But just knowing that doesn't help me. I need more information to go on.) I'm sure there was one more person... another witch, in the bell tower at the time of the incident. And I'm going to find a way to prove it.
Maya:
Right! Let's keep our eyes peeled for any witnesses acting suspiciously!
Phoenix:
Remember our demonstration a little while ago?
Darklaw:
...Demonstration? Are you referring to that silly contraption?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That contraption serves a very specific function. The plan of the bell tower shows no stairs leading up to the belfry. Now, if you think about it in relation to the plan... it's obvious what this contraption is for! It's a mechanism enabling access up to the belfry!
Judge:
What?! Is that what it is?! Order! Order!
Phoenix:
Another witch was in the bell tower when the incident happened... And the reason she wasn't discovered... is because she used that contraption to reach the belfry and hide up there!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Hold your horses, defender. You seem oblivious to the contradiction in your reasoning.
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Darklaw:
I'm talking about your little "demonstration" earlier. Yes, the device was set in motion and made some strange noises... And yet... that's all it did!
Phoenix:
...!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
That's right...nothing else happened. If it was a device for accessing the top of the tower... then why didn't it take us there?!
Darklaw:
Ergo, that contraption is of no relevance to this case. ...Which brings us back to my erstwhile conclusion that there was no other witch!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It's too early to say that, High Inquisitor.
Darklaw:
And why is that?
Phoenix:
Sure, our demonstration didn't show it... but maybe the device didn't work because it wasn't used correctly!
Judge:
What? Why do you think so?
Phoenix:
My reasoning is simple. Let's just say it would be troublesome if just anyone could go up and sound that bell. So it's reasonable to assume that access to the belfry would be restricted... In other words, that a special key would be needed.
Darklaw:
...A key?
Phoenix:
(And I think I know just what that key is!)
Judge:
Before I ask you to present evidence, I'd like to summarise your theory. You believe that there was another witch in the bell tower at the time of the incident. And that this witch used a contraption within the tower to make her way up to the belfry and hide there.
Darklaw:
Your whole theory rests solely upon that contraption. If it doesn't allow access to the belfry, then your reasoning is completely wrong. I'm sure you know what that would mean for Espella. ...Your mistake would seal her fate.
Phoenix:
Yes... I'm aware of that!
Judge:
All right then. The defence shall prove its theory. Show us this "key" needed to operate the contraption in the bell tower!
Present Pendant
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The key to the contraption is... this pendant."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
You're no longer new to these witch trials, and yet you still do not seem to understand. The life of the accused depends on your actions.
Phoenix:
(She didn't even let me get a word in...)
Maya:
Nick! At this rate, Espella will be...
Phoenix:
Your Honour, let me start again! I accidentally picked the wrong evidence...
Darklaw:
Very well... But before you do, perhaps a penalty will encourage you to be more careful.
Phoenix:
Ughhhhh! (The key to this theory... has to rest within that contraption!)
Maya:
It's not over yet... Let's check that device in the Court Record. A closer look might shed some light on how to use it!
Leads back to:
"All right then. The defence shall prove its theory."
Phoenix:
The key to the contraption is... this pendant.
Judge:
That belongs to the accused, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
That's right. We found it at the crime scene. Now, if we take a look at the bottom part of this contraption... there's a depression here about the exact same size of the pendant.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Oh, yes. I remember it. A hole in the shape of that pendant! Hmm... But I don't get it... Why would that pendant be the key to the bell tower?
Phoenix:
I don't know either. At least not for now... But the point is, it definitely is. With this pendant, we should be able to operate the contraption and access the belfry!
Judge:
Well then, the court will grant the defence a chance to prove its assertion. ...However, you shall be given one chance only.
Inside the Bell Tower
Darklaw:
Are you ready, defender? Make sure you are prepared for the consequences of a mistake. This will be your only chance. If it doesn't work, that will be the end of it.
Phoenix:
Yes...I'm ready! (I've got to be right about this...)
Darklaw:
...Good.
Phoenix:
(To be honest, this looks like a puzzle... I wish the professor was [sic] here... This is totally his field of expertise.)
Maya:
Are you ready, Nick? Should we give it a try?
Phoenix:
Yeah... It's got to work!
(Espella's fate depends on this. Talk about pressure... I've gotta stay calm.)
Puzzle #64: The Bell TowerFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
N/A* (listed as 70 picarats, but not able to be solved at this time)
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
Before starting puzzle:
Maya:
Okay, Nick! Let's give this thing a shot!
Phoenix:
...Whoa! A beam of light... (Of course. This must be the key...)
Maya:
That light is just begging to be pointed at one of those red gems!
Phoenix:
You're right. Still... It looks like there's some kinda trick to the whole thing...
Maya:
A trick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, think about it. There are two gems. I bet we have to light them both simultaneously. Looks like we're gonna have to do it with only this single beam of light, too.
Maya:
Wha...?! A-are you sure we can pull that off?
Phoenix:
I have no clue, but... We've got no choice but to try. (All we have to do is move the gears and bounce the light off those blue gems!)
Maya:
All right! No time for the jitters, Nick! We've gotta make this work! For Espella!
After directing beam to crystal on right
Leads to:
"Did you see that?! It lit up for, like, a second!"
Maya:
Did you see that?! It lit up for, like, a second!
Phoenix:
Yeah, it did. But... (That was only one gem...)
Maya:
............ What gives? Nothing's happening.
Darklaw:
What exactly did you expect?
Maya:
...!
Darklaw:
The gems must be lit "simultaneously".
Phoenix:
But! There's only one light. It's impossible!
Darklaw:
...Indeed. Now then, I believe we have our answer. It is, as you say, "impossible".
Maya:
Oh...
Phoenix:
W-wait a second! Let me try just one more time!
Darklaw:
That will not be necessary. Your time is up. Or have you already forgotten? You were given only one chance to back up your claim.
Maya:
No way!
Leads to:
"In the end...the defence has failed to prove its theory."
Special Court
Judge:
In the end...the defence has failed to prove its theory. The contraption cannot be operated with the pendant!
Phoenix:
(But the pendant fit right into the mechanism... There's no way that's a coincidence! But still... no matter how much I try, it seems impossible to direct the light at both gems simultaneously!)
Darklaw:
It seems your foolish experiment wasn't too much of a waste of time...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Darklaw:
While you were tinkering with that contraption... the accused regained consciousness.
Maya:
Oh! Espella...
Phoenix:
Is she okay?!
Darklaw:
Well... Despite seeming a bit confused, she's in better shape now. Although... I wouldn't describe her situation as "okay". Quite the opposite, in fact.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
Don't tell me you've forgotten your agreement with the judge. You failed to prove your theory... and so, the accused's fate has been decided!
Phoenix:
(Arghhh... There's nothing I can say to that.)
Darklaw:
Attendants! Bring in the accused!
Judge:
Accused, the trial has reached its conclusion in your absence. The court shall now announce its verdict.
Espella:
The verdict...
Darklaw:
You are the Great Witch. And your true name is Bezella. This evening, a terrible crime took place. You killed your father, the Storyteller, using the spell Granwyrm. Does the accused have anything to say?
Espella:
............ Yes...I am Bezella. The one that brought calamity upon this town.
...!...!
Espella:
And my memories are proof of this. I remember the Legendary Fire, in which this town was burned to the ground. And this day, several hours ago... I summoned a fire dragon and took my own father's life. There is no doubt that the Great Witch is a part of me.
Judge:
...I understand.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
No, Espella! You can't! Don't say that! You're under a spell! Don't...don't give up just yet!
Darklaw:
Fool.
Phoenix:
Wh-what?!
Darklaw:
You've been fighting a battle in this court. You have come here with your logic, finding contradictions to astound everyone. It was your battle, not hers!
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
So how can you be telling her not to give up, when you have already dropped your sword? If you are a true Knight of the Court, you will fight your battle to the end!
Phoenix:
............ (Why is she telling me this...? It almost sounds like she's encouraging me... Is she...waiting for something?)
Espella:
No, it's okay, Mr Wright. Ever since I was little, I can only remember being all alone. But that's not really true. There were people who were dear to me and memories that I cherished. At least, I think there were. But...I've already lost all that. They were taken from me the moment I became Bezella.
Maya:
Poor Espella...
Espella:
Since then, I started working at Aunt Patty's bakery. I met Mr Wright, Maya, Mr Layton and Luke. The four of you did all you could to help me. I am truly happy to have met you. But blame for the Great Witch's crimes rests solely on my shoulders.
Darklaw:
............
Espella:
So let's put an end to this now... Bezella must not remain in this town. Thank you, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
(...!)
(Espella...)
Judge:
Well then... It's time for the final verdict!
Phoenix:
(Think, Phoenix, think! Isn't there anything I can do?! I just need something... anything that could offer even a single glimmer of hope in this darkness of despair. There's gotta be something...right?)
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(I don't have any solid evidence...and if I make another mistake now, that could be it. Maybe something will pop into my head if I wait a bit and see how it goes.)
Maya:
No! What are you doing, Nick?! You want to wait and see how it goes? I'll tell you how it's gonna go if you wait... BADLY! You've got to do something now! C'mon! You always find a solution when trials are at their most hopeless! That's your thing!
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess it sort of is. It's not great for my heart, though. Still... I've got to pick up my sword of justice and fight!)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Your Honour, please hold off with the verdict."
Raise an objection
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Your Honour, please hold off with the verdict."
Phoenix:
Your Honour, please hold off with the verdict.
Judge:
What's that, defender?
Phoenix:
It's too early to pass the final judgement on Espella.
Darklaw:
What? Explain yourself.
Phoenix:
You said earlier that the trial has reached its conclusion. But... there's something we have yet to examine!
Judge:
Wh-what are you suggesting?!
Darklaw:
Do you mean to say...you have some new evidence?
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
B-but surely there can't possibly be any new evidence at this late stage...
Darklaw:
Very well, defender. We shall play along with you just one more time. Now, show us this evidence that we haven't yet seen!
Phoenix:
The new, crucial piece of evidence is...
at the crime scene
Phoenix:
It is, without doubt, at the crime scene, inside the bell tower!
Darklaw:
...Really, defender?
Maya:
Nick, are you feeling okay? Do you realise what you just said?
Phoenix:
Well, there's nothing new in the Court Record... So that's one possibility down. If there's anything else we can use, it's got to be at the crime scene, right?
Maya:
Oh, come on! The bell tower has been searched loads of times already!
Phoenix:
Er...
Maya:
Think about it... We're not going to find anything new there now!
Phoenix:
............ Your Honour, please hold on! The defence would like to reconsider its answer!
Darklaw:
You're so frustrating to watch, defender.
Phoenix:
Ughhhh... (Being me can be even more frustrating, trust me...)
Darklaw:
Think about your answer harder next time.
Leads back to:
"We shall play along with you just one more time."
in the Court Record
Phoenix:
It has to be in the Court Record!
Darklaw:
In the Court Record? Why, that's an answer I didn't expect, even from you.
Maya:
N-Nick? Did you really just say that?
Phoenix:
But...where's evidence gonna be if not in the Court Record?
Maya:
We need NEW evidence here, Nick! Not something that's already in the Court Record!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Maya:
We've already looked at everything in there, and none of it is what we need here!
Phoenix:
............ Your Honour, please hold on! The defence would like to reconsider its answer!
Darklaw:
You're so frustrating to watch, defender.
Phoenix:
Ughhhh... (Being me can be even more frustrating, trust me...)
Darklaw:
Think about your answer harder next time.
Leads back to:
"We shall play along with you just one more time."
on Espella's person
Leads to:
"There's only one place where it can be... It's in Espella's possession."
Phoenix:
There's only one place where it can be... It's in Espella's possession.
Espella:
I...I have it?
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
(I saw it for a second. Something there that she shouldn't have... An item that contradicts what we've heard. My gut feeling tells me that item is the key to this whole case!)
Darklaw:
...Most interesting. I shall enjoy watching you hopelessly struggle through this, like a fish caught in a net.
Judge:
Now, defender... show us this new evidence that the accused supposedly has in her possession!
Present "bracelet" on left arm
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Espella..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
............ What is the meaning of this? I'm not quite following.
Darklaw:
Don't look to me for answers. Maybe the defender, who's sweating profusely for some reason, can explain.
Phoenix:
Huh...? Espella...at least you know what evidence I meant, right?
Espella:
I...I'm very sorry, Mr Wright... I don't know. I was unconscious until just now, so I'm a little bit lost...
Phoenix:
Maya, at least you understand me...right?
Maya:
I... I'm sorry, Nick. I'm kinda lost too... Guess I must've spaced out for a bit myself.
Darklaw:
It would seem the one who's truly lost here is you, defender. Not to mention your case.
Phoenix:
Argh! (Looks like I messed that one up...)
Maya:
Don't be so hopeless, Nick! Something Espella has on her right now caught your attention, remember? ...So open your eyes and look for it!
Phoenix:
(Something Espella is wearing contradicts the evidence as we know it... In other words, she has something that she shouldn't have...)
Leads back to:
"Now, defender..."
Phoenix:
Espella... Can I see the bracelet on your left hand?
Espella:
Uhm, yes, certainly. If you'd like. It's actually a pendant, you know. But the strap got torn somehow when I was up in the bell tower... That's why I've had it around my wrist since...well, just before this trial started.
Judge:
...! But...this pendant... It looks exactly the same as the one we already have here!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
W-wait a minute! What's all this?!
Vigilante (Lottalance):
We confiscated her pendant at the crime scene!
Vigilante (Balmung):
Why...why is she wearing it now?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
I don't get it... It's giving me a headache!
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
(So I was right!) I have another question about this pendant. Espella, do you remember when exactly the strap broke?
Espella:
I'm trying to remember, but...no, I can't. I know it was still fine when we parted ways, but...
Phoenix:
(In other words, she has no memory of it... She doesn't remember when it broke or when she tied it to her wrist!)
Judge:
That's certainly bizarre, I must say! Your pendant has already been submitted as evidence!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And yet, Espella still has her pendant. That's a fact we can all attest to. Which means... there must have been two pendants to begin with!
Judge:
R-really?
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
So there are two. ...And? The accused was caught red-handed at the crime scene. Whether this pendant is hers or not, it doesn't change anything!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Y-yeah! She was caught red-handed by us, the Vigilantes!
Phoenix:
...This pendant proves something crucial to this case.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
It can't be more "crucial" than us catching her at the crime scene!
Phoenix:
The second pendant wasn't dropped by Espella. So, as the defence already suggested... one more person was at the crime scene!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Whaaaaaa... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!
Judge:
Order! Order! Accused! Submit your pendant as evidence, this instant!
Espella:
Yes, Milord...
Maya:
Uhm, Nick! If we have two pendants to work with... maybe we can see if that strange contraption will work this time!
Phoenix:
...! ...Now it makes sense! That must be why it didn't work before! Your Honour! The defence would like to try operating the mechanism in the bell tower one more time!
Judge:
What? Why now?
Phoenix:
The contraption didn't work before, because we only had one pendant. ...But both pendants are needed to operate it properly!
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Foolishness! Try as many times as you like. It's no use! High Inquisitor Darklaw! You know this is a waste of time!
Darklaw:
If it's not going to work anyway... Why not let the defender see for himself.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
What?!
Darklaw:
Defender, if you think you can operate the contraption with two pendants... then I suggest you go ahead and try it. Unless it has already dawned upon you that such a plan is futile.
Judge:
The defence shall be given one more chance to verify its theory about the aforementioned contraption. Let us now make our way to the bell tower.
Inside the Bell Tower
Darklaw:
This is going to be your last try.
Phoenix:
...I know.
Darklaw:
Are you not terrified? The life of the accused rests in your shaky hands... We won't be having any more let-me-try-again-please-Your-Honours. Besides, you must be aware that this puzzle may well be unsolvable.
Phoenix:
............ I wouldn't have been able to solve a puzzle like this before arriving here in Labyrinthia.
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
But now...I'm sure I can take on any puzzle. (And it's all thanks to you, Professor. You taught me that every puzzle has a solution. I have everything I need now.) What do you say, Maya? Should we hurry up and get started?
Maya:
Sure thing! It's puzzle-bustin' time!
Puzzle #64: The Bell TowerFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
70
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Phoenix:
............ (I'm sure I did it right.)
Maya:
Uhm. Nothing's happening... ...!
Eeee! Eeeeeeeek eeeee!
Phoenix:
(This...this sound!)
Vigilante (Boistrum):
This...this is...
Vigilante:
What an astounding contraption!
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Hmm, what do we have here? It's still no comparison to the incomparable astoundingness of Mother Nature.
Vigilante (Foxy):
Ooh! I'd like to climb up those stairs! I like being on the top!
Vigilante (Servius) / Vigilante (Treddon):
We shall escort you!
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Aam gonnae tay!
Vigilante (Shakey):
.........!
Maya:
Okay, Nick! Let's go see what's upstairs!
The Bell Tower
Maya:
Nick... Isn't this bell...
Phoenix:
Yeah. I think you're right. That's the bell that was taken from underground... The Bell of Ruin. (The bell that must not be sounded...)
???:
......!
Maya:
Nick! There's someone hiding behind the bell!
Phoenix:
Ah... It's you... (Now that's the last person I expected to find here.) Ms Kira...
To Be Continued...
Tower Ground Floor
Luke:
It's so quiet in here... There's not a sound to be heard.
Layton:
Let's be very careful though, Luke. The puzzle we just dealt with is not necessarily the only one in place here.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor.
Layton:
Let's proceed with caution...
Examine* (this is the last chance in the game to visit Ridelle for the puzzle archive)
Fire bowl on left
You found a hint coin!
Fire bowl in middle
You found a hint coin!
Elliptical floor pattern near cage
You found a hint coin!
Bars of cage
Leads to:
"Is this what I think it is? It looks like...a lift!"
Floor under cage
Layton:
Interesting. I wonder how this lift is controlled?
Luke:
Blimey, Professor... I can't believe this cage can make it ALL the way to the top of the tower!
Hoisting mechanism above cage
Layton:
It appears the chain is connected to the upper section. I gather it must be of considerable strength.
Luke:
I wonder just how much this chain is capable of pulling?
Top of wall behind cage
Luke:
I don't quite understand what good it does to have a tower this high...
Layton:
Without this lift, it appears as if reaching the very top would be quite impossible.
Luke:
Is this what I think it is? It looks like...a lift!
Layton:
Indeed it does... It looks a lot like the kind of lift with which we are well acquainted.
Luke:
But...we haven't seen anything else like this since we arrived in Labyrinthia!
Layton:
Yes, quite... In truth, I didn't think machinery of this sort existed here. I wonder what it's using as a source of power...
Luke:
Well, since there seems to be no other way up...does that mean we get to ride it?
Layton:
Indeed. That would seem the most logical course of action. I must say, I find the presence of such a device most intriguing. But we can't stand around pondering such things now. There will be time for that later. Onwards and upwards, my boy!
Luke:
Right then, let's go!
Layton:
I know I keep saying this, Luke, but bear in mind that we must proceed with caution.
Luke:
I'm with you on that one, Professor!
Luke:
Professor, we've stopped! Wh-wh-what's going on here?! Are we trapped?!
Layton:
...No, I don't believe so, Luke. Although I do get the feeling that something is about to happen.
Luke:
Something, Professor? What do you mean by "something"?
Layton:
Luke, stand close to me.
Luke:
O-okay!
Puzzle #65: Tower of 'tellerFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Whoa! We've started moving again!
Layton:
It would seem this entire lift is, in itself, another puzzle put in place to protect whatever secrets lie ahead. I don't believe we're in the clear just yet... This may take a while.
Luke:
We've stopped again! Another stage of the puzzle?
Layton:
Hmm... Indeed, that would appear to be the case.
Luke:
I'll take on this one, Professor!
Layton:
All right, but don't overexert yourself. We'll need to work together to solve the rest of this puzzle.
Luke:
Roger that!
Puzzle #66: Tower of 'teller 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
I did it, Professor!
Layton:
You certainly did. Well done, Luke.
Luke:
But...we're still not there yet, are we? Just how far is this lift going to take us...?
Layton:
Well, judging by all the stages thus far, whoever put this puzzle in place is certainly keen that we don't reach the top easily. We still can't afford to let our guard down.
Luke:
Ah... We've stopped again!
Layton:
Well then...allow me to take on this one.
Puzzle #67: Tower of 'teller 3For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
50
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Layton:
That was an exceedingly difficult puzzle.
Luke:
The next stop must be our destination!
Layton:
I think you're probably right, Luke.
Luke:
Well, this is it, Professor!
Anime cutscene
Layton:
It seems we have arrived at last.
Roof Garden
Luke:
Wow! This is certainly different! There are flowers and plants everywhere. I can even see a water wheel over there.
Layton:
It is a beautiful place.
Luke:
Brrr...this evening breeze is a little chilly. So...is this the Storyteller's garden then?
Layton:
I think that's probably a safe assumption, Luke. Judging by the abundance of water and rose bushes, it's being well taken care of. I'd be inclined to say the tower seems more akin to a castle.
Luke:
Who'd have imagined we'd end up in a beautiful place like this?! Let's investigate!
Examine
Tip of tree near bend in stream
You found a hint coin!
Rose bush goblet on right
You found a hint coin!
Center window of spire in distance
You found a hint coin!
Double doors on left
Leads to:
"This building is really something else..."
Base of waterfall
Luke:
I don't think Labyrinthia will have to worry about water shortages any time soon, that's for sure!
Layton:
I imagine it must have been quite important to develop a technique for drawing water up to such a height.
Fountain in pagoda
Layton:
Amazingly, it appears the structure was recently adorned with flowers and kept in rather good repair.
Luke:
I bet Espella sure must have had quite the comfortable life back when she used to live here.
Water wheel
Luke:
This must be where the water that surrounds the tower is turned into mist, right, Professor?
Layton:
I wonder if this is what is creating a veil of mist over the garden.
Luke:
This building is really something else... I guess this part must be the Storyteller's house. Espella must have lived here when she was younger...
Layton:
Yes, indeed. This must have been her family home.
Luke:
............ Her family... I wonder if she had any plans to ever come back here...
Layton:
No matter where she goes or what she does, family is family. This will always be her home. I'd say it's highly likely that she would wish to come back here someday.
Luke:
I suppose so...even if her family was only the two of them.
Layton:
The relationship between Espella and her father may well prove to be an important clue.
Luke:
Yes, I was thinking the same thing... ...Huh?
Layton:
What's the matter, Luke?
Luke:
It's nothing... I'm probably seeing things... But for a moment there, I thought I saw something moving at the top of the tower. Sorry...it must have just been my imagination! Let's go inside, Professor!
Layton:
............
Examine
Double doors on left
Leads to:
"...?"
Child's Room
Luke:
...? This appears to be...a child's room.
Layton:
It certainly looks that way! From its condition, I'd say it hasn't been used for some time... Presumably it was used by Espella as a child.
Luke:
Right... So this is where Espella grew up... Something pretty big must've happened to make her leave home so young. I wonder how Espella and the Storyteller used to get on together.
Layton:
Espella is a young lady of strong conviction and a kind heart. I'm certain that's because she grew up within a fine home environment. In other words, I'm sure she and her father must have spent some quality time here together.
Luke:
Yeah... I have a feeling you're right about that. For Espella, this place must be full of precious memories. I almost feel we're intruding, coming in here like this...
Layton:
But, Luke, we have no choice if we wish to save Espella.
Luke:
Yes...I suppose that's true. When you put it like that, I guess she wouldn't mind even if she knew!
A new destination has been added to the map: Child's Room.* (this dialogue box appears even though the Child's Room location is already accessible)
Examine
Gold eight-pointed star on left
You found a hint coin!
Pillow
You found a hint coin!
Table with teapot and teacups
You found a hint coin!
Bed curtain
Leads to:
"...Crikey!"
Toys on toybox
Luke:
Hey, look at all those stuffed animals and toys!
Layton:
Whoever made these stuffed animals appears to have put quite their heart and soul into the craftsmanship.
Panting of tree on wall
Layton:
The paintings on the wall certainly give this room a rather charming feel.
Luke:
This painting sure does make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, doesn't it, Professor?
Gold eight-pointed star on right
Luke:
This wall is filled with artwork from top to bottom. And not a speck of dust in sight.
Layton:
It looks as if the room is just the way Espella left it back when she left home.
Door on right
Luke:
Look, Professor! That door over there looks like the way forward!
Layton:
Indeed. But first of all, let's investigate this room a little, shall we?
Luke:
...Crikey! P-P-Professor! Behind that curtain... There's...someone...there!
Layton:
............ The mysterious figure turned out to be...
Luke:
Just a doll... Whew, that's a relief! My heart was in my mouth!
Layton:
Espella must have played with this doll as a child.
Luke:
...Eh? What's this? Look, Professor. There's a child's picture book here. The title is..."The First Story".
Layton:
It would appear to be a handmade children's picture book.
Luke:
I wonder if it was written especially for Espella...
Layton:
...It may well have been. Evidently, a great deal of loving care has been put into the writing and illustrations.
There was a bad witch in the town. All of the carrots in the field disappeared, and all the money in the bank was turned into pumpkins. The people of the town had to put up with all kinds of mischief from the witch. They didn't know what to do. Then, one day, a brave young girl appeared and said to the townsfolk: "When the witch uses witchcraft, she always uses a big stick, doesn't she? So if we take away her stick, we'll be able to stop her!" After hearing this, the people of the town set a trap for the witch and managed to capture her. At her trial, the bad witch said this to the people: "Even now, the legendary Great Witch Bezella is living here in this town. Bezella is the queen of all the witches! She is the one who gives us witches life!" The townsfolk punished the witch, and peace was restored to the town once more. To this day, Bezella is still hiding somewhere in the town... But the brave townsfolk will not be beaten by the bad witches.
Layton:
Hmm...
Luke:
Who'd have thought there would be a fairy tale about Bezella? She's a mysterious character, all right...
Layton:
Tell me, Luke. Why do you think the author chose to write about Bezella in a children's picture book?
Luke:
Huh? Well, maybe...to make their child behave? Something like: "If you don't do as you're told, Bezella will come and get you!"
Layton:
Yes, indeed. That is a possibility. Still, I have to wonder... why is it that some lowly witch was caught, and not the great Bezella herself?
Luke:
Hmm... Well, I suppose it is a bit strange... If Bezella herself had been caught, the story could have been brought to a more conclusive ending. Do you think there's some other reason?
Layton:
It's certainly a possibility. I don't suppose there are any other handmade picture books in the room apart from this one...
Luke:
Handmade picture books... Hmm... ...I don't see any. I guess that must be the only one.
Layton:
Which would imply this book has some special significance.
Luke:
I guess so. After all, it is handmade... I bet she really treasured it. Do you think it was the Storyteller who wrote this book?
Layton:
The handwriting does seem very similar to that of the Story. This book appears to have been written with a touch more care and attention, but I imagine it was the Storyteller who wrote it.
Luke:
He must've written it as a gift from father to daughter... That actually seems really thoughtful... even if the story itself is a little scary. I'd like to take this book to Espella!
Layton:
Yes...let's do just that, Luke. We must take good care of it.
The First Story added to Items.
Examine
Door on right
Leads to:
"I believe we've seen all there is to see here. Let's press on, Luke."
Layton:
I believe we've seen all there is to see here. Let's press on, Luke.
A new destination has been added to the map: Storyteller's Room.
Examine
Doorway on right
Leads to:
"What do you make of this room, Professor? It's not very tidy..."
Storyteller's Room
Luke:
What do you make of this room, Professor? It's not very tidy...
Layton:
This appears to be the very top room of the tower. ...? The parchment lying on the floor here seems very similar to the type on which the Storyteller writes his Stories. I think we can say with some certainty that this is the Storyteller's room.
Luke:
...Huh? This is...the Storyteller's room?! I was imagining something a bit grander, like a throne room with all kinds of posh decorations.
Layton:
While I agree that it's a little eccentric, it's unmistakably the study of an author. He probably spent all his time in here, continuously writing those Stories.
Luke:
The Stories... I wonder what Espella thought of it all... Her father writing Stories for all the townsfolk, I mean. I wonder if she looked forward to seeing the new Stories completed... Or if she...
Layton:
The Stories were probably a little too mature in content for a young child. I don't imagine the Storyteller would have shown Espella many of them.
Luke:
But in that case, surely she can't have had many opportunities to even talk to her father, given how busy he was. I guess that means she was pretty lonely... It must have been hard for her, even knowing how important those Stories are for the people of the town. But...I don't think it's right. No child should be unable to talk with their father.
Layton:
I absolutely agree, Luke. I believe it will be important in the upcoming trial to have an understanding of Espella's feelings towards her father.
Luke:
Professor...
Layton:
Knowing you, Luke, I'm sure you must have a lot of things on your mind at the moment. So if there is anything at all that you want to talk about, you will tell me, won't you?
Luke:
Of course I will, Professor!
Layton:
I'm always ready to listen, Luke. Now then, shall we start investigating this room?
Examine
Head of doll at piano
You found a hint coin!
Hanging crescent
You found a hint coin!
Signed drawing at desk on right
You found a hint coin!
Posters on center wall
Leads to:
"Look, Professor! A photograph!"
Ceiling mural
Luke:
Wow. There sure is quite a bit of light coming through that stained glass window, huh?
Layton:
Hmm. I wonder if this is actually the topmost part of the tower?
Sheets of paper on floor
Layton:
Hmm. Papers are strewn about the floor. Strange. It doesn't appear as if they've been written on.
Luke:
I know it sounds a bit silly, but let's try not to trample all over these papers, okay, Professor?
Framed items on right wall
Layton:
From the looks of this room, it appears the Storyteller is quite the talented artist.
Luke:
Something about this room really makes it feel a lot like the professor's study.
Luke:
Look, Professor! A photograph! Wait...I didn't think they even had photographs in this town.
Layton:
Indeed, it's not the kind of thing one would have expected to find here.
Luke:
Too right! I certainly haven't seen any cameras about since we got here. There's no doubt that this is a photo, though. What could that mean...?
Layton:
This may be in some way related to the tower being so closely protected. What do you see in the photograph, Luke?
Luke:
There are two children, both young girls.
Layton:
The photo looks quite old, doesn't it?
Luke:
I wonder who they are...
Layton:
Hmm... Well, one of them is surely Espella. There can be little doubt about that.
Luke:
...Hey, you're right! And look at that pendant! It's the same one Espella always wears!
Layton:
The fact that she's continued to wear it ever since shows just how important that pendant must be to her.
Luke:
What about this other girl? Do you think she's a friend of Espella's?
Layton:
Indeed. I'd wager the two of them were rather close friends, at that.
Luke:
They do look pretty chummy, all right. See, they even have the same pendant!
Layton:
A glimpse into Espella's past... This may well prove to be an important clue. I would like to ask her about it face-to-face. Let's borrow it for the time being.
Luke:
I wonder if there are any other clues knocking around...
Layton:
Well, I'd say the "something" that you thought you saw moving earlier is a point worth pursuing.
Luke:
But isn't this the last room in the tower? I must have just been imagining things...
Layton:
Not necessarily, Luke. If I'm not mistaken, there should be a way of getting beyond even this room. Let's look around more closely.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Picture of Two Girls added to Items.
Examine
Piano keys
Leads to:
"Ah! This is..."
Luke:
Ah! This is...
Layton:
What is it, Luke?
Luke:
This letter on top of the piano... This was evidence during that trial!
Layton:
"That trial", my boy...?
Luke:
Yes! The trial about Sir Belduke's death. The trial when you were...
Layton:
Ah, you mean when I was turned to gold? In which case, this letter is the one that... the Storyteller's owl, Hoot, gave us after we last paid him a visit.
Luke:
Well...yes, it is. But...that letter was completely blank, wasn't it?
Layton:
...Indeed it was.
Luke:
That was meant to be Sir Belduke's suicide note, which he'd addressed to the Storyteller.
Layton:
His suicide note, you say?
Luke:
But Sir Belduke's butler swapped the letter for some plain sheets of parchment before it got delivered... And those blank sheets were given to us by Mr Hoot, who knew something was strange about them.
Layton:
I see... I certainly missed out on some intriguing developments during my absence.
Luke:
The real suicide note was revealed at the trial. But...how has it ended up here?
Layton:
Well... I imagine that's quite simple, Luke. It's likely that after the trial finished, the letter was returned to its rightful owner. It was addressed to the Storyteller, after all.
Luke:
Right... I guess that does make sense! I suppose the Storyteller finally had a chance to actually read it, then...
Layton:
Hmm, yes... In fact, it would be reasonable to assume... that he most likely did so very recently. Perhaps even today, while sitting at the piano. ...What on earth was going through his mind here before that final parade? There's something we're not seeing here... We need to investigate this closely, Luke.
Luke:
What could it be...? Surely this is not a trap of some kind...
Layton:
It's unlikely that a trap would be so obvious. Just a moment... There's some kind of puzzle in this piano...
Puzzle #68: Musical ScoreFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
50
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Look, Professor! A stairway just appeared! Could there be another room above this one?
Layton:
I have a feeling that the rooftop we saw from the garden continues above here.
Luke:
Oh! I can see what you mean, Professor. It's really dark in here, but moonlight seems to be coming in from up above.
Layton:
Well, there's no turning back now. The answer to the biggest mystery of all is surely waiting for us ahead.
Luke:
I think so too, Professor! I wonder what on earth it could be...
Layton:
The next step in the Storyteller's Story, if I'm not mistaken.
Luke:
The next step? But the Story has already finished, hasn't it?
Layton:
Not yet, Luke. It's still a little too soon for the ending.
Alchemist's Suicide Note added to Items.
Anime cutscene
Storyteller:
I had a feeling that you, of all people, would make it this far.
Luke:
It's you!
Layton:
I thought so - you are still alive.
Storyteller:
Professor Layton. I've had enough of your running around, flagrantly contravening the flow of my Story. As such...I can no longer ignore your meddling!
Luke:
Professor! Professor!
Layton:
Thank you, my boy!
Puzzle #69: Battle of WitsFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
70
Notes:
A failure at any stage restarts the stage without penalty
Additional dialogue:
Before starting puzzle:
Storyteller:
I'm afraid your role in the Story ends here, Professor. Now, allow me to write the tale of your demise.
After clearing first stage
Leads to:
"Well played, Professor..."
Storyteller:
Well played, Professor... But how will you fare in this tragic tale?
After clearing second stage
Leads to:
"Think you worked it out, do you?"
Storyteller:
Think you worked it out, do you? Let us see if you can predict the ending of this final chapter.
Anime cutscene
Luke:
Professor, behind you! Professor! Professor!
Layton:
Well now, that was close.
Luke:
Yeah!
Layton:
Storyteller! I'm afraid that the power of your pen is no longer absolute!
Storyteller:
You never fail to impress me, Professor Layton. Just tell me one thing...what exactly are you trying to achieve?
Layton:
You could say...I'm trying to lift the veil that hangs over the town.
Storyteller:
If that is indeed the case, the answer lies in the "Final Story". This very evening, the Great Witch Bezella will be tried, and all stories will end. You should take your place in the gallery and observe the final trial.
Layton:
Permit me, if I may, to ask you a question, Mr Storyteller... Why is it that you are here?
Storyteller:
What...?
Layton:
You, too, should be watching in the gallery. Watching as your twisted Story unfolds...
Storyteller:
My "twisted Story"...? What do you mean by that?
Layton:
You must surely be aware that your Story has already become twisted. Take our arrival in this town, for instance. Not to mention our being here at this very moment. Neither of these things could have happened in the Story you wrote. In other words, what I am saying is that you are no longer the weaver of the tale.
Storyteller:
........................
Storyteller:
Hmm... It is as you say... The Story I crafted has indeed been twisted out of proportion by someone else's actions. I'm not surprised that you realised... It seems nothing passes by those sharp eyes unnoticed.
Layton:
............
Storyteller:
That is exactly why I decided to write the grand finale. ...To prevent any further distortion.
Layton:
Do you mean to suggest that by ending the Story, you could return this town to its original state?
Storyteller:
To its original state, you say? I'm afraid that is not the case. The entire "truth" behind Labyrinthia is sealed by a single spell. That's right...the final spell.
Layton:
...The final spell, you say?
Storyteller:
When that spell is invoked, Labyrinthia's true form will become clear to all.
Luke:
Wh-what kind of spell is that?
Storyteller:
It is...a spell that has always been hidden within plain view.
Luke:
What's that supposed to mean?
Storyteller:
Essentially... The final spell is concealed at the start.
Layton:
............
Luke:
"The final spell is concealed at the start"? What on earth are you talking about?
Storyteller:
Bah... I thought you two took it upon yourselves to unravel mysteries, do you not? ...Do what you will with it.
Layton:
...Very well. Now then, I believe there's just one thing that you may wish to hear from me...
Storyteller:
...And what would that be?
Layton:
Firstly, what would you say if I told you that this "twisting" of your Story... is leading towards a grand finale quite different to the one you had planned?
Storyteller:
What do you mean?
Layton:
............ This evening, you supposedly gave up your life to the Great Witch Bezella, did you not? ...As a result, the person thought to be Bezella is being tried in court at this very moment. Now, if you'll permit me to ask... Do you happen to know the name of the accused?
Storyteller:
...Naturally. I wrote the name myself. There can be no question. Of course, the name of the accused is...
Layton:
Espella Cantabella.
Storyteller:
............ Wh-what are you saying?! Y-you mean my Espella is...?!
Layton:
Yes, the accused at this evening's trial is none other than Espella Cantabella.
Storyteller:
That...can't...be! That's preposterous! This is your doing! What have you done, Layton?!
Layton:
You ask me what I've done, Mr Storyteller... I am but a solver of puzzles and mysteries. I do not concern myself with scheming.
Storyteller:
My Espella! Why... How is she the accused?!
Layton:
Perhaps you ought to go and see for yourself, Mr Storyteller. Do you think it's a good idea to just stand here lamenting your daughter's fate?
Storyteller:
...! What's...to be done?
Layton:
...Well, Mr Storyteller, I will be returning to the court. I'd like to witness this grand finale with my own eyes.
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
Ah, yes. Before I leave, there is just one thing I'd like to make clear... I do not intend to simply take my place in the gallery and observe the trial. Naturally, there is only one place for me to stand in order to unravel all of these mysteries.
Storyteller:
You...you mean to say... that you will stand as the defender?
Layton:
Ha ha ha... Unfortunately, the defender's position is already taken. Moreover, Mr Storyteller, I am the one who knows the truth... The true identity of the Great Witch Bezella, that is.
Storyteller:
How...how can you know...?
Layton:
There is only one place at which I should stand in order to assert such a fact... And that is not on the side of the defence.
Storyteller:
S-surely you can't mean...
Layton:
I anticipate seeing you again soon, Mr Storyteller.
Storyteller:
............
To Be Continued...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This statement...clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
The defence's objection is overruled.
Phoenix:
Wh-why?
Darklaw:
We have gathered here to deliver the final judgement on the Great Witch. This trial is strict and its results irrevocable. You should at least have the good sense to notice when you make a mistake!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaargh! This trial does feel different to the other ones...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (during cross-examination segment "About the Incident")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
I don't see anything out of the ordinary.
Phoenix:
Ah...really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Let that be a lesson, defender. I recommend the defence take more care in raising objections henceforth...or else.
Phoenix:
(Something tells me the judge's gavel has something to do with that "or else"...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (during cross-examination segment "About the Incident")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
...Are you saying that piece of evidence is somehow relevant to this statement?
Phoenix:
...It isn't, is it?
Judge:
It is not. But this penalty is certainly relevant to your performance.
Phoenix:
(I really think...the judge enjoys handing down penalties.)
Question Espella Cantabella incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Espella?
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
Um, hello? Espella?
Espella:
Oh! Yes? What is it?
Phoenix:
Regarding the testimony we've just heard... Is there anything you'd like to say about it?
Espella:
............ I'm sorry, Mr Wright. I'm not sure about anything at all...
Phoenix:
(Something's blocking out her memories... Maybe trying to force them back all at once isn't the best thing for her... I've got no choice now but to trust the professor and keep on going.)
Judge:
Well then, let's carry on. Witness, continue testifying!
Question Eve incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
May I ask you something, Eve?
Eve:
............
Phoenix:
Eve?
Darklaw:
Just what are you doing, defender?
Phoenix:
Huh? Well, I just... Eve is Espella's friend, so I was wondering if she might have some input...
Eve:
............
Espella:
By the way, Eve doesn't always react to her name... So to coax her, I call her Little Miss Eve. You should try it, too.
Phoenix:
Uhh, seriously...? ............ ............ (Ughh... Somehow, I just can't call a cat that. "Little Miss Eve, can you comment on that testimony?" It's just too embarrassing...)
Darklaw:
What a welcome silence from your incessant whining... Witness, continue testifying.
Espella:
Certainly...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (during cross-examination segments "Guarding the Bell Tower" and "The Time of the Crime")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
That's rather hopeless. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
It's...hopeless?
Judge:
Yes, defender. Hopeless. That which lacks hope. Much like the accused's fate. And here is the punishment to match such a performance.
Phoenix:
(I could've done without the definition... or the insult, for that matter...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (during cross-examination segments "Guarding the Bell Tower" and "The Time of the Crime")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence clearly contradicts the witness' statement!
Judge:
Your objection clearly contradicts the facts. And for that, you shall receive a penalty.
Phoenix:
Uwaaaaaah!
Darklaw:
Maybe Barnham would let your silly objections pass... but I'm not so kind-hearted.
Judge:
Well, I don't think Inquisitor Barnham would be having any of this either.
Phoenix:
(...These guys are just mean.)
Question Boistrum incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Boistrum...
Vigilante (Boistrum):
What do you want, defender?
Phoenix:
You seemed to be thinking very intensely about something...
Vigilante (Boistrum):
............ We're the Vigilantes! Our love and devotion to Labyrinthia is unmatched! Labyrinthia is our town, so it's up to us to protect it. That's our...raisin de... something!
Judge:
Raison d'être. Yes, indeed.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
But I was thinking... It's all well and good that we protect the town and all... But who will protect us?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Maybe the true meaning of being a Vigilante... is that you're vigilant against threats to your own life and health...
Phoenix:
(I didn't take him for such a thinker...)
Darklaw:
Continue with the testimony. Next witness.
Question Lottalance incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Number Two...
Vigilante (Lottalance):
You want to ask me something?
Phoenix:
You looked lost in thought, so I was wondering what you were thinking so hard about.
Vigilante (Lottalance):
............ I've been thinking about my life a lot lately. I've just been going with the flow, trying not to stand out... But...was it really what I wanted to do?
Phoenix:
Um, maybe...?
Vigilante (Lottalance):
This is a big day for me. It's my brief moment of fame...but I lack the sparkle.
Phoenix:
I...see... (His "big day", huh...)
Vigilante (Lottalance):
If you don't leave an impression, people will just forget all about you... Maybe I should try shaking like a leaf on a windy day, or changing my name to something unpronounceable!
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure that would be the right way to go about it... (Great... So he wasn't even listening to what the other guys were saying.)
Question Balmung incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Mister... Um, Number Three...
Vigilante (Balmung):
Huh? What's up?
Phoenix:
It looked like you were thinking about something...
Vigilante (Balmung):
Yes, yes. We've been guarding the bell tower for a few months now, right? And no one ever approaches it... Not just suspicious types...no one at all!
Phoenix:
Doesn't that make your job easier?
Vigilante (Balmung):
But...it gets so lonely there! It's so dreary, you know?! So, I've been thinking...about what we could do to make it more appealing to the townsfolk. Like selling bell tower postcards! Or opening up some little beverage stalls nearby!
Phoenix:
Right...
Vigilante (Balmung):
We could really liven up the place... Heck, we could make it a town landmark!
Phoenix:
Yeah... You might be on to something there. (Honestly, I really couldn't care less...)
Judge:
Next witness, continue the testimony!
Question Lyewood incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Number Four...
Vigilante (Lyewood):
What?
Phoenix:
It looked like you were thinking about something...
Vigilante (Lyewood):
Well, yeah. It keeps bothering me. I saw footprints on the stairs. But...I didn't report that to the captain. Why didn't I do it? I didn't even know myself...
Phoenix:
Uh...okay?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
But now I've come up with a possible explanation. Maybe, all this time...I've just been unconsciously... trying to undermine Boistrum's authority and take over.
Phoenix:
What...?
Vigilante (Lyewood):
When I think that I may be acting out such a devious plan as that...it makes me feel afraid of myself.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
Y-you ungrateful backstabber! You seriously mean to say that's what you were thinking about?!
Vigilante (Lyewood):
I'm sorry, Chief. I think it's possible... The subconscious is a terrifying thing.
Vigilante (Boistrum):
To be scheming behind my back! I've had enough! Draw your sword, Lyewood!
Phoenix:
Guys, can you sort out your differences after the trial?
Question Shakey incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Shakey...
Vigilante (Shakey):
...!
Phoenix:
Would you like to comment on your fellow Vigilante's testimony?
Vigilante (Shakey):
...!
Phoenix:
Actually, don't worry about it... (I'd better avoid speaking to him.)
Darklaw:
Continue with the testimony. Next witness.
Question Servius incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Number Six, may I have your attention?
Vigilante (Servius):
My attention is focused on something else. Can you be quiet and let me think?
Phoenix:
This is a trial and I'm an attorney! You can't just silence me like that. ...What are you thinking about?
Vigilante (Servius):
............ I think, at some point...I will have to make a choice. A choice between the bell tower and my sweet Foxy!
Phoenix:
What are you talking about...?
Vigilante (Servius):
When that time comes...I know what choice I'll make. It'll be my lovely Foxy! I'd like to avoid it, but no one can escape their fate... Scary, huh?
Phoenix:
............ Very, um, insightful... But I'm not sure I quite follow.
Judge:
Let's leave it at that. Now then, I suggest we carry on with the interrogation.
Question Foxy incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Foxy...
Vigilante (Foxy):
Hmmm? You want something?
Phoenix:
Uhm, I'd just...like to know what you were thinking about, if you don't mind sharing.
Vigilante (Foxy):
I can feel everyone's eyes on me... It's giving me this tingly feeling. I'm such a naughty girl... I guess people just can't help wanting to look at me?
Phoenix:
Uhm, I'm not sure that's quite it. I think everyone's watching you because you're sitting on top of the witness stand...
Vigilante (Foxy):
............
Judge:
If the stares make you uncomfortable, perhaps you could get down and stand with the others...
Vigilante (Foxy):
No, no, no. You probably wouldn't know this, old man... but attention only makes a woman's beauty shine!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy...)
Question Treddon incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Uhm, Number Eight...
Vigilante (Treddon):
Yeah?
Phoenix:
Have you noticed anything you'd like to tell us about?
Vigilante (Treddon):
If anything, I've got a question. Have YOU noticed it yet? That all people can be divided into two groups.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Vigilante (Treddon):
There are those who trample and those who get trampled.
Phoenix:
Wh-what...?
Vigilante (Treddon):
The joys of treading and the joys of being trodden on... The most important thing in life is to discover happiness. Defender... I'd recommend you, too, lie down and submit yourself to Foxy!
Phoenix:
(Is this guy...still talking about being stepped on?)
Darklaw:
You can get trampled all you want...AFTER the trial.
Question Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, uhm, Number Nine...
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Hoo mony times dae Ah hae tae teel ye, mah name's Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil! Ye hink ye can disrespect me, coz Aam a bairn?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you...
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Mah faither was an airheid, but one day he took me tae th' side an' said: "Son, yer name comes frae a stoatin warriur. Ah hiner yoo'll become a stoatin warriur, tay, an' protect thes toon."
Phoenix:
I-is that right...?
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Sae Aam daein' mah best tae become strang!
Darklaw:
Silly child.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
Whit?!
Darklaw:
You think you were named after a great warrior? Don't make me laugh...
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
But... But! Mah normally thooghtless faither...
Darklaw:
...Was just as thoughtless as usual when he made up such a random and ridiculous name. Do not attempt to see a reason where there is none.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
............ Ah see...
Phoenix:
(Boy, Darklaw didn't just shatter his dreams, she OBLITERATED them...)
Darklaw:
............ Listen well, child. It won't be any time soon... but perhaps one day your own deeds will bring a positive meaning upon your name.
Vigilante (Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil):
............ Ah... Ah will... Ah will dae 'at fur sure!
Maya:
Wow. She has a motivational side, too! That was impressive!
Phoenix:
I think she just realised she went too far and wanted to make up for it somehow...
Darklaw:
Continue with the testimony. Next witness.
Question Wordsmith incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Wordsmith...
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I do not know any Wordsmiths.
Phoenix:
Um, Mr Wordsmith...what do you think about the testimony we've just heard?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
Believe it or not, there was a time when I would struggle to remember... what, if anything, I had eaten the previous day. But now, I need no longer comb through my memory in vain. The answer is clear as the water on a crystal-clear lake. It was spaghetti!
Phoenix:
Uh...what...?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
From where does this confidence stem? And to where does it periodically vanish? The answer to that question is simple and definitive. I have decided to eat only spaghetti. Spaghetti yesterday, spaghetti today and spaghetti tomorrow. Is that not the perfect solution? The days when I would fight a battle with my memory, nearly losing to it, weak as it is...are over. And so now I am on a green field, sky-clad, watching petals dancing in the wind.
Phoenix:
............ So...you have serious memory problems. Do you remember anything?
Vigilante (Wordsmith):
I do remember something. I can answer one question with utmost confidence. What did I have for dinner last night? ...Spaghetti.
Maya:
I think it's safe to assume he can take on one more question. "What am I going to eat today?"
Too many penalties
Judge:
There is no need to continue this trial. The accused's true identity has been proven beyond doubt. The court shall now issue the final verdict for Espella Cantabella!
Guilty
Judge:
It is a crime to be a witch. We must do everything to erase magic from the world. Despicable witch! Into the flames with you!
Quitting archived puzzle
Ridelle:
Are there any other puzzles you'd like to give a go?
Solving archived puzzle
Ridelle:
That was splendid!
Exiting puzzle archival
Ridelle:
Any time you wish to try your hand at some puzzles, be sure to come and see me.
Quitting puzzle (Musical Score)
Layton:
Well, that didn't go quite as I'd anticipated.
Luke:
But if the puzzle is in this room, then it really must be something worth solving! Please try again, Professor!
Layton:
Fear not, Luke. I'm not about to give up just yet.
Reinitiating puzzle (Musical Score)
Layton:
Why would such a puzzle be necessary within his own room?
The Fire Witch
Transcript
Anime cutscene
Mugger 1:
We don't want no fuss, and we don't wanna hurt you, all right?
Mugger 2:
Yeah, we just want your money, that's all.
Mugger 1:
And you'll give it to us, won't you?
Mugger 2:
Without any fuss...
???:
Ignaize!
Chapter 2The Fire Witch
Waiting Hall
Phoenix:
(Wh-what... What is this place? The room is lit but it's still somehow dark. And the atmosphere feels...heavy.)
Maya:
Nick! What are we doing in a place like this...?
Phoenix:
H-how should I know?! We're just a couple of bakers...but I don't think they brought us here to make bread... (Yikes... Is it me or is that guard staring daggers at us right now?)
???:
...Mr Wright! Maya!
Maya:
Ah! Espella! What exactly's going on?
Espella:
I'm sorry... I was the one who sent for you both...
Phoenix:
You...sent for us?
Espella:
I...I'm being put on trial.
Phoenix:
W-wait, what?! What happened?!
Espella:
I don't know! I just don't understand what's going on... I-I didn't do anything wrong! I couldn't possibly...murder anyone...
Maya:
M-murder?
Espella:
I beg you, Mr Wright! Please, I need your help... Just one more time...
Phoenix:
Huh? You need MY help? What could I possibly do?! Espella, I'm just a baker... The only thing I know about law is how not to get on the wrong side of it.
Maya:
............... Wait, hold on a sec! Espella... What did you just say? You said you needed Nick's help "just one more time"...
Phoenix:
"One more time"...?
Espella:
I'm not quite sure myself... But when the knights came and took me, a vision suddenly appeared in my mind. It was Mr Wright... He was fighting for me...defending me! That brave blue figure... It was clear as day.
Phoenix:
I was..."fighting" for you? N-no way... That's impossible! I mean, it's like I already said... I'm just a baker! I have a hard enough time rolling dough, let alone defending someone in court!
Espella:
I thought the same thing too, at first. But...I don't think that's quite true. You...and Maya... At some time, somewhere... you helped me. ...You fought for me, as a defender.
Phoenix:
(A "defender"...) ............
Maya:
What's wrong, Nick?
Phoenix:
(I wish I knew, Maya... But hearing Espella mention a "defender"... I can't help but feel something inside of me just burning at the mention of it!)
Knight:
Accused! Defender! It is time. Head forth, you two.
Maya:
"Head forth"...? Um... Where are we going exactly?
Knight:
To the courtroom in which today's trial will be taking place...the Chamber of Fire!
Maya:
Ch-Chamber...
Phoenix:
of Fire...?
Knight:
Make haste! If you are but a moment late, a guilty verdict will be delivered immediately!
Maya:
Whaaaaaat?! N-no way...
Espella:
Mr Wright... I...I'm truly sorry, Mr Wright! I know this is all so sudden... It's a lost cause, isn't it...?
Phoenix:
......... Well then, let's head inside, Espella.
Espella:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
This overwhelming pressure...it feels so familiar somehow. Almost like déjà vu.
Espella:
M-Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
Let's go, Maya. Maybe we'll get a better idea once the trial gets under way.
Maya:
......... Aaaaall right! Let's do it to it, Nick!
Anime cutscene
Phoenix:
What is this heat? It's like an oven in here.
Judge:
I will now pronounce the verdict. This court finds the accused... guilty of being a witch!
Girl:
No, I'm no... I'm not a witch! Please! Please, I beg you to reconsider! I'm not...
Man:
Witches are to be cast straight into the hellfire!
Phoenix:
What?!
Maya:
Nooooo!
Phoenix:
S-so this is the-the Witches' Court...
Witches' Court
Maya:
So? How are you feeling, Nick?
Phoenix:
......... I'd forgotten what this felt like up until now.
Maya:
...Huh?
Phoenix:
The butterflies in my stomach...and tension so thick you could slice it with a knife... All of these feelings... (...These are all feelings that I'm definitely familiar with!) Anyway... We're here to fight for Espella...and get her out of this place!
Maya:
...That's right!
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Espella Cantabella. ...Defender.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour?
Judge:
Yours is a face I have not seen in any past trials... But no matter... Start by stating your name, defender.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour! My name is Phoenix Wright, ace baker!
Judge:
A baker?
Espella:
I asked him to come, Milord! I want him to represent me. This court dictates that the accused is free to assign a defender of their choosing... Milord.
Judge:
......... Hmm, very well. At any rate, the result of this trial shall not change...
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
That aside... I have not yet seen hide nor hair of the inquisitor assigned to this trial.
Phoenix:
("Inquisitor"... Oh, right. I should've noticed earlier. No one's there...)
Judge:
Should the assigned inquisitor fail to appear in court, I will have no choice but to dismiss all charges. He is an inquisitor of high calibre. But if he does not come forward soon... this trial will end, and victory will then be declared in favour of this baker!
???:
Anime cutscene
Judge:
Knights of the Court, I have but one question for you both... Are you prepared to cross swords?
Barnham:
I, Inquisitor Zacharias Barnham, am indeed prepared to do battle, My Lord!
Phoenix:
.........
Judge:
...Something amiss, baker?
Phoenix:
Sorry, Your Honour. I just didn't realise we could have swords here in the courtroom.
Barnham:
It is the way of the Court Knight. A knight must always ensure that he rides with a blade at his side. Now then... State your name, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
...Huh? My name is Phoenix Wright. I'm a baker. (How many times will they make me say it...?)
Barnham:
......... A baker?
Maya:
Nick, quit with the long face! You look miserable!
Barnham:
No need to waste your breath. This trial will be over before you can utter a single objection.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
For the security of all of Labyrinthia... my blade shall rend your defences swiftly and without mercy!
That's it, Barnham! Put another one out of their misery!This trial is pointless! Hand down the verdict already!Put that doughy defender on trial too, I say!Barnham! Barnham! Barnham! Barnham!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy... What's with all this excitement? You'd hardly think this was a courtroom... The crowd doesn't seem very interested in law, that's for sure. It's like they're all just hoping for a guilty verdict...)
Judge:
Inquisitor Barnham, you may begin your opening statement.
Barnham:
...As you wish, Milord. First, let us begin by recounting the events leading up to the murder. ...Is that acceptable, Sir Apprentice Baker?
Phoenix:
Uhh... "As you wish"...
Barnham:
The murder occurred this very evening. Yesterday, there was heavy rainfall in the area. Eventually it gave way to sunshine... which came just in time for today's parade. Although a few hours after the parade ended, the rain set in once more.
Phoenix:
(That must have been when Espella and the others were at the Great Archive...)
Barnham:
It continued to rain until just before the incident, which took place on a small path leading to the market. The accused had been out doing some shopping at the market. She returned home on that very same path. And on that forest path, two rogues, named Robbs and Muggs, are said to have accosted the accused. One could assume the accused simply acted in "self-defence".
Judge:
I see. Robbs and Muggs...those two have appeared in court a number of times in the past.
Phoenix:
(Two rogues, huh?)
Barnham:
So far, it may appear that the accused was more the "victim". However, the situation soon changed. That's right. The accused, Espella Cantabella... knowingly and mercilessly murdered her two assailants!
..."Cantabella"......That girl, isn't she...?I always knew she looked suspicious!Shh! Not so loud...
Phoenix:
(Y-yikes... There's that weird excitement again...)
Judge:
I believe we now fully grasp what happened. It is getting late already. ...Let us begin the trial. Inquisitor Barnham, you may now begin.
Barnham:
As you wish, Milord. The inquisition will now hear eyewitness testimony regarding the night of the murder.
Phoenix:
("Eyewitness testimony", huh...? Looks like this trial is finally getting under way... I can't back down now... I have to fight! But I'm just a simple bread-making baker... living a simple bread-making life... Urgh... This situation is more twisted than a pretzel...and I'm smack in the middle of it. But I have to do this to save Espella! Okay, let's see if I can untwist this testimony and put this thing to bed!)
Barnham:
Allow me to welcome you all. Now, would each of you please state your name and occupation.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
W-wait a minute! Wh-what's going on here?!
Barnham:
As I already explained, Sir Apprentice Baker, this is the "eyewitness testimony".
Phoenix:
Yes, I understand that, but... There are four witnesses!
Judge:
Indeed. This many people inside the courtroom could pose a health and safety issue...
Phoenix:
Your Honour... That's, err...not quite what I meant! Witness testimonies are supposed to be done one-by-one... As in, one witness at a time...
Mary:
What are you talking about, child? We'd be here all night if we did that!
Wordsmith:
That's right, young man. We have witnessed the very hand of fate reach out to us this evening!
Kira:
Um... Could we hurry this along, perhaps? These flowers won't sell themselves... as much as my boss wishes they would.
Knightle:
The path to knighthood is an arduous one, but I remain steadfast in my resolve, as I travel down this long road! I shall not falter! I will be victorious!
Who cares?! Just question them all at once!We already know the girl in the cage did it! Let's get on with it!Yeah! Finish this already! I'd like to go back home and get to bed!Barnham! Barnham! Barnham! Barnham!
Judge:
...Witnesses. Again, state your names and occupations.
Wordsmith:
I am known as Wordsmith. But what is a name? How doth one describe an occupation? Like the bubbling of a babbling brook... I flow gracefully around the rocks and debris that is life, nary a worry in my mind.
Phoenix:
(Right...so I guess that means he's jobless.)
Mary:
My name is Mary. And this darling kid is Snowy.
Snowy:
Baaa!
Mary:
Snowy and I often travel to the edge of town to sell delicious fresh milk. Milk like that doesn't happen overnight! I work my hands to the bone squeezing each drop out...literally!
Phoenix:
(That sounds pretty frightening...)
Kira:
I'm Kira... I'm a flower seller. If you would all be so kind, feel free to purchase one of my beautiful flowers at any time during the trial. There's no way I'll sell them all by morning. Oh, the life of a flower girl is so hard...
Phoenix:
(Yeesh, talk about a hard sell...)
Knightle:
My name is Knightle! I aim to join our town's order of knights! I study night and day, though I am still but a mere squire... Joining the Knights of the Inquisition is my life's ambition! And I, Knightle, will do whatever necessary to join!
Phoenix:
(...So he's jobless, too.)
Barnham:
Honourable witnesses, I ask that you show this court your best when delivering your testimonies. Now, tell us what exactly you all saw on this ill-fated eve!
Witness Testimony
- What We Saw Tonight -
Wordsmith:
The delicious scent of mid-evening dinner permeated the air, and a soft light shone faintly in the distance.
Mary:
Muggs grabbed the girl by the arm. It looked like he almost pushed her to the ground!
Kira:
I heard a faint voice cry out. The next moment, those two villainous men burst into flames!
Knightle:
There was not a trace of fire to be seen in the area! Without a doubt, "magic" must have been used!
Phoenix:
M-magic...
Judge:
Sir Apprentice Baker, you may now begin your interrogation.
Barnham:
I have but one piece of advice. I suggest you pay it heed. Do not waste the court's time by grilling these witnesses over irrelevant nonsense, Sir Apprentice Baker.
Maya:
Are you all right, Nick? They sure love calling you an apprentice baker, huh?
Phoenix:
I'll be honest with you, Maya, I have no idea how I'm feeling right now. But... I know it's all up to me. As her "defender", Espella's fate is in my hands.
Maya:
...!
Phoenix:
I have to believe in her... And I'll need to start believing in myself. I can do this... I believe Espella is innocent... And I'll fight until the end to prove it!
Maya:
...Yeah, that's the spirit! We can do this thing, Nick!
Cross Examination
- What We Saw Tonight -
Wordsmith:
The delicious scent of mid-evening dinner permeated the air, and a soft light shone faintly in the distance.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Um... What time would that be, exactly?
Wordsmith:
Dinner time. When else would the scent of dinner be in the air, if not dinner time? ...Do you see?
Phoenix:
...Not so much.
Barnham:
The sun had already set by that time. ...That should be adequate.
Phoenix:
(The sun had already set...?) Um... So, you clearly witnessed what happened tonight, is that correct?
Wordsmith:
I have been dubbed a "witness", thus I must clearly have witnessed something. ...Do you see?
Phoenix:
In that case, how much light was there in the immediate area at that time?
Wordsmith:
Enough to see the nose on my face, but not enough to see the trees ahead. ...Do you see?
Phoenix:
No, no, no... That doesn't add up. If the area was completely dark, then you couldn't possibly have "witnessed" anything. ...Do YOU see?
Wordsmith:
...! Nevertheless, something caught my eye. It was a most ominous sight. Ominous is what that sight was!
Phoenix:
Uh... Okay, I get it. It was "ominous"...
Barnham:
Barnham:
Poor form, Sir Apprentice Baker.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
I hate to disappoint you, but there was, in fact, "light" in the area.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Barnham:
...Take a look at this. This is a drawing of the crime scene, based on the witnesses' accounts, as penned by the Court Illustrator.
Phoenix:
The..."Court Illustrator"...? (I've never heard of that before...)
Barnham:
...Look carefully. This shows what the scene looked like at the time of the murder.
Judge:
Hmm...an illustration of the highest quality, as always.
Barnham:
Now then... we have established that by the time the murder occurred, the sun had already set. And so, naturally, the defendant was carrying a fire-lit lantern, as we can see.
Phoenix:
A-a lantern...
Wordsmith:
Eureka! Indeed! Yes, that is what I was saying earlier! There was a lantern! A lantern, I say!
Phoenix:
(Oh, please...you totally forgot...)
Barnham:
To be honest, I did not imagine it would be necessary to present this, but... Milord, here is the lantern in question. This is what was responsible for the light illuminating the area.
Judge:
...Very well. The court accepts this into evidence.
Lantern added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Speaking of which, Inquisitor Barnham. In this drawing... the accused seems to be holding a milk bucket of sorts. What became of this?
Barnham:
That... is a strange case indeed, Milord. That bucket seemingly disappeared from the murder scene.
Phoenix:
The milk bucket disappeared, you say?
Barnham:
There has been talk of wolves living in the nearby forest. It is thought they often make off with the items they find on the ground.
Phoenix:
(Great...wolves that steal your stuff... Remind me to never set foot in that forest.)
Maya:
This is great, Nick! We've got new evidence now!
Phoenix:
Ah, yeah. I guess you're right.
Maya:
Y'know, Nick, you really don't look like just some normal, "run-of-the-mill baker"... I'd say you're more like a... "somewhat articulate run-of-the-mill baker"! I think you might even have a knack for being a defender!
Phoenix:
(There's a clear contradiction somewhere in that testimony, and I'm going to find it!)
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If it was after sunset and dark outside, you wouldn't have been able to see a single thing that happened.
Wordsmith:
My word! How many times must I say it? There was a lantern, was there not? 'Twas due to the lantern, I say!
Phoenix:
(I still think you totally forgot...)
Maya:
Hey, Nick, why don't you try presenting that lantern when you find a contradiction in one of their testimonies?
Phoenix:
(Hmm, that's not a bad idea.)
Mary:
Muggs grabbed the girl by the arm. It looked like he almost pushed her to the ground!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"Muggs" was one of the two rogues... Is that correct?
Mary:
That's right. That man...he grabbed the girl's arm and pulled out a knife. ............
Phoenix:
I-is something wrong?
Mary:
Or...was it Robbs that grabbed the girl and held the knife...?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mary:
Oh dear. Now, let's see...Muggs was the short one and Robbs was the...no, no! I think it was the other way around... ............ Hmph! Well, it doesn't really matter which was which now, does it?! How am I supposed to keep track of those ruffians?!
Snowy:
Baaaa!
Phoenix:
(No one was asking you to...)
Barnham:
For the record, Muggs was the short one.
Press (after pressing first statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"Muggs" was one of the two rogues... Is that correct?
Mary:
That's right. That man...he grabbed the girl's arm and pulled out a knife. ............
Phoenix:
I-is something wrong?
Mary:
Or...was it Robbs that grabbed the girl and had the knife...?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mary:
Oh dear. Now, let's see...Muggs was the short one and Robbs was the...no, no! I think it was the other way around... ............ Hmph! Well, it doesn't really matter which was which now, does it?!
Snowy:
Baaaa!
Phoenix:
That's all well and good, but I was kind of just hoping you'd testify about the lantern...
Barnham:
Honourable witnesses, please continue with your testimonies.
Kira:
I heard a faint voice cry out. The next moment, those two villainous men burst into flames!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Exactly whose "cry" did you hear?
Kira:
Well, it was the accused. It was Espella's voice. No doubt about it.
Phoenix:
So, do you know Ms Cantabella?
Kira:
Y-yeah, everyone knows her. Her name is pretty familiar around here.
Phoenix:
(I wonder why that is...?)
Kira:
After hearing her cry, I turned around and that's when I saw it...
Barnham:
The two of them being swallowed up by the flames...you mean.
Kira:
I have never, ever in my life witnessed another sight so dreadful as that.
Press (after pressing first statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Exactly whose "cry" did you hear?
Kira:
Well, it was the accused. It was Espella's voice, of course.
Phoenix:
And did you get a good look at Ms Cantabella's face?
Kira:
Yes. I mean, she was carrying that huge lantern, after all.
Phoenix:
(You're only sure because all the other witnesses just finished saying they saw her with the lantern...)
Knightle:
There was not a trace of fire to be seen in the area! Without a doubt, "magic" must have been used!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Uh... Isn't it a bit premature to assume it was "magic"?
Knightle:
What an absurd statement!
Phoenix:
Say what...?
Knightle:
Think about it! The knaves were engulfed in flames, in the blink of an eye! The. Blink. Of. An. Eye! There was not a single trace of any other fire source to be found in the area! Not. A. Trace! Therefore, there is only one true explanation as to what caused that inferno!
Phoenix:
And...what would that be? (Let me guess..."magic", right?)
Barnham:
There is no "crime" in simply not knowing, but refusing to accept the plain truth? There lies the true "crime", Sir Apprentice Baker!
Judge:
That is quite the "crime" indeed, defender!
Phoenix:
(...A-anyway...it doesn't matter. I just have to find a contradiction in this testimony...)
Maya:
No way! Espella can't be a witch!
Press (after pressing first statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Uh... Isn't it a bit premature to assume it was "magic"?
Knightle:
What an absurd statement!
Phoenix:
Say what...?
Knightle:
Think about it! The knaves were engulfed in flames, in the blink of an eye! The. Blink. Of. An. Eye! There was not a single trace of any other fire source to be found in the area! Not. A. Trace!
Phoenix:
............ (Did I hear that right? I think I just found a contradiction in this testimony!)
Maya:
Let's do this thing, Nick! Hurry up and present something! Hit 'em with some decisive evidence!
Present Lantern
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"......"
Before pressing first statement
Phoenix:
(It looks like that's it for their testimonies...)
Maya:
Nick, are you feeling okay? You've never, uhh, cross-examined anyone before...
Phoenix:
Up until now...my life has been all about baking... Kneading dough, rolling it, baking it... Day after day, the same thing... This trial isn't any different from baking... These witnesses...they're all just kind of like fresh dough!
Maya:
It's our job to roll out the contradictions and bake their testimony into something this court can stomach!
Phoenix:
If Espella is innocent, then there has to be a contradiction somewhere in these testimonies. ...And when I find it, I'm really gonna crank up the heat! (First things first... I've got to gather as much information as possible.)
After pressing first statement
Phoenix:
(Espella was carrying a lantern at the time of the murder... That fact definitely contradicts a certain witness' [sic] testimony!)
Maya:
That's right! But... Even if we know what the contradiction is, where do we go from there? I mean, what CAN we do? We're just a couple of bakers, after all...
Phoenix:
...No, Maya. I think you're wrong.
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
I don't know why, but I feel like... I know how to do this. (If you're going to speak up in court, there's only one thing that people will listen to... and that's evidence. I just have to try and present evidence whenever there's a contradiction in one of their testimonies!)
Maya:
Okay, Nick! Let's give their testimonies another listen!
Phoenix:
...... ...... ............
Judge:
Wh-what is the matter, defender?
Phoenix:
............
(...Wh-what is...this feeling? ...I just felt the urge to shout out... ...right from the bottom of my lungs... ...while pointing my finger! "Objection"... I can't help but feel that's a word I've used quite a bit in the past... That's it...I remember now! I remember everything! The Legal League of Attorneys' exchange... Espella's trial... And then...that strange book...)
(This feeling... I feel like I can take on the world!) ...Witness!
Knightle:
Wh-wh-what's with the sudden pointing?! I-I am a soon-to-be member of the honourable Knights of the Inquisition! I accept your challenge! Have at you!
Phoenix:
You say that no fire was present at the scene of the crime, meaning the defendant must have used magic. Unfortunately for you, that is not the case.
Barnham:
...What do you mean, Sir Apprentice Baker?
Phoenix:
What I mean is that the defendant was, in fact, carrying a lantern. ...A lantern containing fire! Those two "rogues" were actually burned by the flame that was inside that lantern... That is the only logical explanation!
Barnham:
My, what a startling conclusion you've come to, Sir Apprentice Baker.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?
Barnham:
"The only logical explanation"...? Do you agree with this statement, honourable witnesses?
Wordsmith:
It is presumptuous for a man that knows nothing to claim that he knows something about which he really knows nothing!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Mary:
...Besides, how could one teeny-tiny flame be strong enough to set them both ablaze like that?
Phoenix:
...Uh.
Kira:
There were two of them. How could that flame engulf them so fast?
Phoenix:
...Ah.
Knightle:
Furthermore! If they did burn as you claim they did, do you mean to suggest that they were soaked in oil or something?
Phoenix:
...Oh.
Barnham:
Well, Sir Blue Knight? It would seem you have bitten off more than you can chew.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaarggggh! (I definitely didn't see that coming...)
Barnham:
What say you, Milord? Do you have any thoughts on the proceedings thus far?
Judge:
............ Given the testimony as we have heard it... this court has come to its conclusion. 'Twas a truly gruesome and merciless act. An act for which only one thing could be held responsible... The nefarious crime of magic!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
W-wait! Wait just a second!
Judge:
...Is there something you have forgotten to mention, defender?
Phoenix:
Not exactly, Your Honour. It's just that... I mean... You just said..."magic"... That can't be right, can it?!
Barnham:
What are you suggesting, Sir Apprentice Baker? Witches use magic, which in turn brings about disaster. ...Such is the way of this world, is it not?
Phoenix:
W-well, yeah... (That may seem to be the case... but no way is that actually possible!)
Judge:
This court finds Espella Cantabella, the accused, charged with being a witch.
Phoenix:
E-Espella...a witch...?
Barnham:
A witch's existence in this world is a crime in itself.
Judge:
The ability to use and control magic is a criminal offence, indeed... As such, any witch found practising magic will be sentenced to death by fire!
Espella:
N-no! You're wrong! I'm not a witch!
Barnham:
Sir Apprentice Baker, I do not envy your current predicament. Milord! Hand down your guilty verdict against this witch immediately!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
B-but! There's no evidence to prove that any "magic" was really used!
Wordsmith:
Put a sock in it, bread boy! We all heard her cast the spell!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Mary:
That's right! Snowy and I heard it! Isn't that right, precious? We heard that incantation quite clearly!
Phoenix:
...Uh.
Kira:
That frightening voice... There's no mistaking it! It was Espella's voice!
Phoenix:
...Ah.
Knightle:
These ears do not lie! I clearly heard an incantation most sinister! "Ignaize", it went!
Phoenix:
"Incantation"?
Maya:
Ignaize...?
Phoenix:
(It's no good! I just can't wrap my head around this topsy-turvy, other-worldly court.)
Barnham:
Well then, it would seem the defence has no further objections.
Judge:
...It appears so. The court finds the use of magic at the time of the murder to be an undeniable fact. Furthermore, the honourable witnesses have stated that they each heard an incantation being recited. The court finds no reason to delay its verdict any longer.
Maya:
Nick! We have to do something...
Phoenix:
I-I know! But... What exactly can we say? Here, in this world, our sense of logic is completely useless!
Judge:
This court is ready to hand down its verdict for the case of Espella Cantabella!
Layton:
Layton:
Your Honour! I request that the court hold its verdict a moment longer...
Judge:
What-what is the meaning of this intrusion?
Layton:
I have something I believe will be of use to the defence... A weapon, of sorts.
Phoenix:
Th-that's...
Layton:
...The Grand Grimoire. All of this world's magic is contained within its pages. Without it, this trial cannot reach a satisfactory conclusion.
Phoenix:
The Grand...Grimoire...
Layton:
We meet again, Mr Wright. Well now, it seems things are already afoot here. Although the real contest begins now. ...Are you fully prepared?
Phoenix:
So...are you here to help us?
Luke:
Of course! The professor always helps people in trouble! "It is the duty of every gentleman", right, Professor?
Phoenix:
P-Professor...?
Layton:
...There is a saying that I find quite useful in situations such as this. "There is a time for words and a time for action."
Phoenix:
R-right...
Layton:
You have been working as a baker in this town up until now, have you not? I must say, I am a little mystified. I'd have expected you to be more familiar with this world and its "system" of magic.
Phoenix:
Ah, yeah... How can I put this... I guess that's not quite the full story.
Layton:
Is that so...?
Phoenix:
I kind of had an epiphany just now. I remembered all sorts of things... Like how I'm not actually a baker... And, well...how magic can't really exist!
Layton:
............ Then it would seem I was correct about you, Mr Wright. You are not, in fact, a citizen of this town... Is that correct?
Phoenix:
...Right. At least, it seems that way.
Layton:
However, for now, we have no option but to accept this world and its rules as a reality. Without first understanding those rules, I'm afraid you will not be able to save Miss Cantabella.
Phoenix:
B-but...things like magic only exist in fairy tales and make-believe!
Layton:
I'm afraid, Mr Wright, it would seem magic does in fact "exist" in this world. Such a truth cannot be denied.
Phoenix:
...!
Layton:
Indeed...that is why the Grand Grimoire is a weapon well suited for this witch trial. At the moment, you are tantamount to a knight without a sword.
Phoenix:
(I feel more like an attorney without a chance, actually...)
Luke:
Right then, Mr Wright! I'll explain how the Grand Grimoire works! Have a look at the Touch Screen! There, you'll see the Grand Grimoire button! Touching the Grand Grimoire button will open up the Grand Grimoire!
Layton:
You will be able to present spells from the Grand Grimoire in much the same way you would present evidence. This book will surely be a most important asset for us in this trial.
Luke:
Oh, that reminds me. I've gone ahead and bookmarked the spell Ignaize for you!
The spell Ignaize has been bookmarked in the Grand Grimoire.
Maya:
Ignaize... That's the magic spell all of the witnesses said they heard, right? Nick, you should take a look at that spell!
Phoenix:
(All I have to do is touch the Grand Grimoire button, huh?)
Judge:
The defender has been given more than enough time. It would seem this trial has reached its end.
Barnham:
Is that understood, Sir Apprentice Baker? This case is quite straightforward, with very little room for doubt. The witnesses' testimony, coupled with the illustration of the time of the murder, makes it quite clear what must have occurred. This murder was the result of magic... And furthermore, the caster of said magic was none other than the accused. That, Sir Apprentice Baker, is the truth! Best you go back to baking, for I believe your days in the courtroom have crumbled!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaargh!
Layton:
Is everything okay, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Y-yes!
Layton:
Hmm... It would seem that photographs do not exist in this world.
Phoenix:
Photos don't...exist? (I guess that makes sense... "ye olde" time period and all...)
Layton:
The sketch drawn by the Court Illustrator... Therein lies your final chance, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
My...final chance...
Layton:
I understand the witnesses have already finished their testimony... However... If you could perhaps find a clear contradiction within this illustration...
Phoenix:
(There's another contradiction...? In that case, there's still hope that I can turn this around...)
Luke:
M-Mr Wright! You have to hurry! Look! The judge... He looks ready to deliver his verdict any second now!
Phoenix:
(This is it. This is my last chance... What...should I do?!)
Point out the contradiction
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"One second, Your Honour."
Give up
Phoenix:
(It's no good! I've pretty much run out of evidence! I just can't see another contradiction anywhere...)
Luke:
Just a moment, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Luke:
Isn't the Grand Grimoire a new piece of evidence?
Phoenix:
...Ah! (Now that you mention it...)
Luke:
Mr Wright, I explained to you how to view the Grand Grimoire, remember?
Phoenix:
(...That's right, he did. Okay! I can't give up just yet!)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"One second, Your Honour."
Phoenix:
One second, Your Honour. The defence requests permission to have another look at the court illustration. I think...there might be a contradiction in there!
Barnham:
Barnham:
You are already out of time. All testimony and evidence given thus far has [sic] been proven to be accurate.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I wouldn't be so sure, Inquisitor Barnham.
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
There's just one thing you've overlooked. A piece of evidence within this book...
Judge:
Th-the Grand Grimoire...
Barnham:
...Absurd! I overlooked something...? You are the defender here. You should have examined the tome earlier.
Phoenix:
You're right, I should have... But unfortunately, I was nothing but a simple baker until just now.
Barnham:
............ Interesting. You've certainly begun to show your true colours, Sir Blue Knight. Let us see what type of knight you truly are. Have at you!
Judge:
The defender will now show us this supposed contradiction.
Phoenix:
(The court illustration...and the Grand Grimoire... Somewhere there's a contradiction between those two, and I've got to find it! This is my last chance!)
Judge:
Defender, use this magnifying glass to locate the point of relevance. Then reveal to the court the location of this "contradiction"!
Present hand holding lantern
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The contradiction is...right here!"
Present milk bucket or hand holding milk bucket
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The contradiction is...here!
Judge:
The hand of the accused? She appears to be holding a milk bucket...
Phoenix:
Yes, but...that milk bucket was said to have vanished from the crime scene! It's quite possible...that there's an important reason behind its disappearance!
Judge:
Inquisitor Barnham, what are your thoughts on this?
Barnham:
It is quite mysterious indeed, Milord. However, the inquisition believes it bears no relation to this case. Forest wolves simply came and stole the bucket... Nothing more.
Layton:
Let us not dwell on the milk bucket for the time being, Mr Wright. Rather, we should first consider any information within the Grand Grimoire that might lead us to a contradiction.
Phoenix:
(Our new piece of evidence... Maybe I should have another look at it. I just have to touch the Grand Grimoire button!) My apologies, Your Honour. Please, give me one more chance.
Judge:
Granted. But be warned... You're running out of chances, defender.
Leads back to:
"The defender will now show us this supposed contradiction."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The contradiction is...right here!
Judge:
Hmmm... Is this correct? Inquisitor Barnham, your thoughts?
Barnham:
There is nothing to say, Milord. I believe I may have greatly overestimated you, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Barnham:
You clearly are more baker than defender. It is best you head back to the bakery!
Phoenix:
(Darn it! Looks like my train of thought was a little off...)
Layton:
I would say that your train of thought was very off, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
My apologies, Your Honour. Please, give me one more chance.
Judge:
Granted. But be warned... You're running out of chances, defender.
Leads back to:
"The defender will now show us this supposed contradiction."
Phoenix:
The contradiction is...right here!
Judge:
The hand of the accused? She seems to be holding a lantern...
Barnham:
...What is your point?
Phoenix:
According to this tome, using the spell Ignaize... requires the use of the witch's sceptre, as well as an incantation...isn't that right?
Barnham:
Correct. For witches to use magic, they must be in possession of a witch's sceptre, also known as a Talea Magica.
Phoenix:
If that's the case, then there's one thing that doesn't add up. Take another look at Ms Cantabella's hands. Tell me, do you see the witch's sceptre in either of her hands?
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
(There we go! Let's see you point that sword at me now!)
Luke:
You did it, Mr Wright! But...wasn't that contradiction just a little too obvious?
Layton:
............ You may be right, Luke.
Luke:
Eh?
Layton:
It would certainly appear... that the good inquisitor is taking this particular oversight rather too well.
Barnham:
That is correct, Sir Apprentice Baker. But you should not underestimate me.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
This is perhaps your first time seeing this item, is it not? Right here is the very sceptre you mention. One of the witnesses found it tossed in the shrubbery on the side of the path.
Wordsmith:
Aha! Yes! Indeed, that was I! I located it! My feet found themselves ensnared in the blasted thing, and it sent me flying through the air!
Phoenix:
(Somehow...I'm not surprised to hear you fell, gramps.)
Judge:
Hmm... This sceptre does seem to carry a most sinister air...
Barnham:
Indeed, Milord. However, this sceptre will only work while in the hands of a witch, with the incantation being said aloud.
Maya:
Aww... That's too bad... I wanted to try lighting some stuff on fire.
Phoenix:
...Please don't look at ME when you say that.
Barnham:
You see, there are two magic gems set in this sceptre.
Phoenix:
Magic gems... (Looks like a red gem and a white gem...)
Barnham:
These gems each contain a particular magic spell. By simply looking at these magic gems, one can easily determine which magic spell can be used.
Maya:
Nick! Quick, look at this page!
Phoenix:
(Is that...the red magic gem?)
Barnham:
Indeed. The red gem you see here is the spell Ignaize. And if you look carefully... you should notice that this sceptre also has one more spell that can be used.
Phoenix:
One more spell... (That must be the white gem!)
Luke:
Mr Wright, I've found it! Here's the spell for the white magic gem!
The spell Dimere has been bookmarked in the Grand Grimoire.
Phoenix:
"Causes anything the caster touches to vanish from sight"... Urgh!
Barnham:
Hmph. I see you managed to work it out in that crusty head of yours.
Phoenix:
Th-that's just... It can't be! The reason the witch's sceptre couldn't be seen is because the magic spell Dimere had made it disappear...
Barnham:
That's right. In other words... The accused conjured a cowardly spell to camouflage her own use of magic!
Phoenix:
N-no... Nooooooo waaaaaaaaaaaay!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Inquisitor Barnham, please submit the sceptre into evidence!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
H-hold on! Please!
Judge:
Is there a problem, Sir Baker?
Phoenix:
Okay, I understand this is a witch's sceptre. However! Whether or not the sceptre was in Ms Cantabella's possession has not yet been proven!
Barnham:
What are you talking about, Sir Apprentice Baker?
Phoenix:
Isn't it obvious? ...I'm talking about fingerprints. Supposing Ms Cantabella did in fact handle this witch's sceptre, then her fingerprints should still be on it!
Barnham:
............
Judge:
............
Maya:
............
............
Phoenix:
(Wh-what's with this silence...?)
Judge:
You said..."fingerprints"? Inquisitor Barnham, tell me... Just what is this baker blabbering about?
Barnham:
I haven't the slightest clue, Milord. It is the baker's first time in court, after all...
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Layton:
I'm afraid it's no use, Mr Wright. In this world, it would seem the concept of fingerprinting does not yet exist.
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaaat?! (I...I can't believe it!)
Barnham:
As I have said already, best you head back to the bakery, lest you continue to serve this court more of your half-baked ideas.
Phoenix:
(They're about as half-baked as your terrible puns, Barnham...)
Layton:
Forensic science does not exist here... Instead, this is a world in which "witches" and "magic" are accepted as fact. ...Truly fascinating.
Talea Magica added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(What the heck?! There are just...way too many things I don't know about this world!)
Layton:
Mr Wright. I believe you may be able to take these things you don't know and use them to your advantage.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Barnham:
The inquisition believes there is no room for debate on this matter. The accused clearly attempted to conceal her magic. Better luck next time, Sir Apprentice Baker. Mayhap your next loaf will not leave such a bitter taste in our mouths. Now then, Milord! I believe it is time. I ask that you render your unwavering verdict!
Layton:
Layton:
Pardon the interruption. May I have a word, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
What's that...? Who might you be?
Layton:
My name is Hershel Layton. I am a friend of the accused. Inquisitor Barnham, please allow me to confirm what you believe happened on the night of the crime. You claim the witch's sceptre was made to disappear through the use of magic, is that correct?
Barnham:
Indeed. Through the magic spell Dimere.
Layton:
If possible, would you mind providing proof of this particular claim?
Barnham:
What...?
Layton:
You claim the sceptre was not seen... Indeed, that is one possibility. However, a wise man must always consider every possibility.
Judge:
Hmm... What say you, Inquisitor Barnham? Can the inquisition fulfil the request presented by the gentleman with the...unusual hat?
Barnham:
............ The inquisition cannot honour this request for proof. If you are asserting that the accused is not a witch, then the burden of proof lies at the feet of the defender.
Phoenix:
(C'mon! It's the prosecu- ...err, inquisition's job to prove that a crime was committed!)
Layton:
As I thought... Indeed, it would appear the accepted method of thinking in this world differs greatly from our own.
Barnham:
How regrettable, Sir Apprentice Baker... and you, Sir Dark Hat.
Wordsmith/Mary/Kira/Knightle:
Knightle:
Inquisitor Barnham, sir! Should you require it, I stand ready to lend my testimony!
Kira:
Would anyone care to purchase any pre-testimony flowers? I've got a lovely array of "bewitching" lilies.
Mary:
Snowy and I will not be dismissed so easily! We came here to expose the identity of this witch! Isn't that right, precious?
Wordsmith:
A witch's sceptre, you say? Yes, yes! I know of such a sceptre! Allow me to elucidate the matter!
Layton:
What do you think, Inquisitor Barnham? Your witnesses appear to have something to say on the subject.
Barnham:
............ Very well. Most honourable witnesses, I grant your request to testify once more! Tell the court all you know regarding this Talea Magica!
Phoenix:
(Ulp... Well, we've somehow managed to keep the trial going. I owe you one, "Sir Dark Hat"...)
Layton:
Please, Mr Wright, "Mr Layton" will suffice for the time being.
Witness Testimony
- About the Talea Magica -
Knightle:
When I saw her, the witch was carrying a large milk bucket in one hand and a lantern in the other...
Mary:
The girl had the lantern hanging from her wrist... Her hand was contorted in a strange way!
Kira:
I got a good look at her hand, and it looked for certain that she was gripping something.
Wordsmith:
The witch was holding a sceptre in her right hand! She did not drop it once before she was apprehended!
Judge:
I see. The accused's hand was "contorted in a strange way"... I do believe this is quite an important piece of testimony.
Kira:
I saw it! I most certainly saw it! She was holding an invisible sceptre!
Mary:
We saw it too! It was the girl up there! Without a doubt!
Wordsmith:
I, as well. These old eyes don't see as well as they once did, but I witnessed the hazy, blurry form of the accused quite clearly!
Phoenix:
(Don't tell the court you're blind!)
Knightle:
My eyesight is as sharp as the edge of my trusty blade!
Layton:
Hmm, a toy sword... How fascinating... Although I wonder if he understands the implications of that analogy on his vision...
Judge:
Sir Baker, you may proceed with your interrogation!
Phoenix:
(Mr Layton's given me another chance... I can't let it go to waste!)
Cross Examination
- About the Talea Magica -
Knightle:
When I saw her, the witch was carrying a large milk bucket in one hand and a lantern in the other...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The large lantern you mentioned is this one, correct?
Knightle:
There is no mistaking it! That fiendishly fiendish form, with its case darker than the darkest of nights... That was the lantern!
Phoenix:
(It's just a normal lantern...)
Judge:
Hmm... What is this? It would seem the glass is shattered. And there seems to be a sizeable amount of mud stuck to it.
Layton:
On closer inspection, it appears mud has stuck to the broken sections of glass. ...Most intriguing.
Luke:
So then...when exactly did the lantern get mud all over it?
Phoenix:
By the way, witness. You also saw a milk bucket, is that right?
Knightle:
Indeed! I would bet my sword on it!
Phoenix:
(And yet that milk bucket mysteriously vanished from the scene of the crime...)
Barnham:
How many times must I say it, Sir Apprentice Baker? The problem is the black lantern.
Mary:
The girl had the lantern hanging from her wrist... Her hand was contorted in a strange way!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"She had the lantern hanging from her wrist"... Are you sure?
Mary:
Of course we're sure! If that wasn't it, then how else would the girl manage to hold her invisible sceptre?!
Phoenix:
Ma'am, please...just testify about what you actually saw.
Mary:
Hmph! We just said that's what we saw! Isn't that right, Snowy?
Barnham:
Indeed. A handle as wide as this could be easily hung from the accused's small wrist.
Mary:
Yes, that's what we were telling you! Isn't that right, Mummy's little snowball?
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
(It's no good. They're all bent on assuming Espella was holding that sceptre...)
Layton:
It seems it may be best not to pursue this particular line of questioning any further.
Phoenix:
(Well, that's just super...)
Kira:
I got a good look at her hand, and it looked for certain that she was gripping something.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What exactly was the defendant gripping?
Kira:
It was... Hm, that's right. It was something...cane-like. What was it called? A "witch's sceptre"? ...Yes, it was definitely that!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Whoa, whoa! Wait, Ms Kira... You didn't actually see it, did you?
Barnham:
...Witness. This "cane-like" object... Was it, perhaps, roughly this size?
Kira:
Oh! Why, yes! It was exactly that size!
Phoenix:
(It's no good. They're all bent on assuming Espella was holding that sceptre...)
Layton:
It seems it may be best not to pursue this particular line of questioning any further.
Phoenix:
(Well, that's just super...)
Wordsmith:
The witch was holding a sceptre in her right hand! She did not drop it once before she was apprehended!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Let me get this straight. There was no way for you to see this invisible sceptre, was there?
Wordsmith:
Well now, that's common sense, boy! One cannot see what is not there to be seen!
Phoenix:
In that case, there was also no way you could tell whether or not she might have dropped the sceptre!
Wordsmith:
W-well, these old eyes of mine honed in on her hand, like a hawk, until they couldn't see straight! The young lady was most certainly holding an invisible sceptre in her right hand, while at the same time also carrying the lantern! Or do you perhaps possess some piece of evidence to suggest that she dropped the sceptre?
Phoenix:
(There hasn't been any evidence so far to suggest Espella WAS holding the sceptre...)
Layton:
Evidence suggesting the sceptre was dropped? Now, that is an interesting idea.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Layton:
If Espella did not have the sceptre in her hand, it would have been impossible for her to have used any magic.
Phoenix:
Well, yeah, that's true...
Layton:
Hmm, I don't suppose... Might there be a piece of evidence that could prove this? Something to prove that Espella was not holding the sceptre at the time of the murder...
Phoenix:
(In other words, evidence to show that even if Espella had been holding the sceptre, she would have dropped it...)
Present Lantern
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There is a high probability...that Ms Cantabella was not holding the sceptre."
Layton:
Is everything all right, Mr Wright? The truth about what happened in that brief instant...will likely decide Espella's fate.
Phoenix:
(I have to do everything I can to find a contradiction in these testimonies... Guess I should take another look at the Court Record...)
Phoenix:
There is a high probability...that Ms Cantabella was not holding the sceptre. But if, for the sake of argument, she had been holding it...she would undoubtedly have dropped it at the time of the incident!
Barnham:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
...What I mean, Inquisitor Barnham, is that this lantern proves the defendant was not holding the sceptre!
Barnham:
Barnham:
Wh-what foolishness are you spouting, Sir Apprentice Baker? The lantern's handle was around the accused's wrist!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Meaning she could have held the sceptre? I'm afraid that's not the problem here, Inquisitor Barnham. The problem is with the broken glass... and the mud plastered all over it!
Barnham:
What...?
Phoenix:
The rain had ended just as the murder was taking place. That would make the path fairly muddy, don't you agree? When the thieves grabbed Ms Cantabella by the arm...the lantern must have fallen into the mud.
Wordsmith:
The lantern...
Knightle:
Fell into the mud...
Mary:
Why, of course. That makes sense, doesn't it, my little Snowy-wowy?
Phoenix:
Well, what do you say, Inquisitor Barnham? If she was holding the sceptre at that time, that would mean that when she dropped the lantern, the sceptre would have fallen along with it!
Barnham:
...Nngh!
Wh-what's going on?! Inquisitor Barnham seems speechless...That defender's managed to turn the thing around... Even though he's just some baker!No way! Pay the witch's accomplices no heed! They're just trying to trick you!Barnham! Barnham! Barnham! Barnham!
Judge:
Th-that... Just what is this...?
Kira:
Kira:
O-one moment, please!
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
Everyone! Please, listen! Didn't we all just stand here and explain to the court what we clearly saw? It's a lantern! So what? What's so special about it?! Explain it to me so I can understand!
Phoenix:
S-so that you can...understand...? Well, I mean, it's pretty obvious just by looking at it...
Layton:
Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
...Wh-what is it, Mr Layton?
Layton:
There is something about this witness...
Kira:
...?
Layton:
Miss Kira, was it? Tell me, Miss Kira... How good is your eyesight, exactly?
Kira:
Huh...?!
Layton:
As you just heard Mr Wright explain, the answer to your query is quite obvious at a glance. Tell me, are you able to see the mud present on this lantern?
Kira:
...Mud...? What mud? What are you talking about?
Layton:
Your Honour, did you hear that just now?
Judge:
Hmm? Ah...yes, indeed. Wh-what does it mean...exactly?
Layton:
It means that Miss Kira's poor eyesight is the reason she cannot see the mud present on this lantern. In other words, the validity of Miss Kira's testimony is questionable, at best.
Kira:
...Urk... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Wh-what is the meaning of this?
Barnham:
...What say you in your defence, witness? I highly recommend you give us nothing but the truth.
Kira:
I-I'm sorry, Inquisitor Barnham! I-it's true. I need to wear glasses...all the time, in fact.
Judge:
Y-you need to wear glasses?!
Mary:
Ah ha! Now that you mention it, I did notice something odd about you today.
Wordsmith:
Oho! I thought you looked familiar! Gone is the mist that clouded my mind! In its place...clarity.
Knightle:
Fair maiden, a pair of spectacles are as valuable as a shield to a knight. Make haste and procure another pair!
Phoenix:
Now then, Ms Kira, tell me... At the time of the incident, were you wearing your glasses?
Kira:
............ No. No, I was not wearing them. The truth is, I... I lost my glasses a couple of days ago...
Barnham:
You lost them...?
Phoenix:
(So, her glasses were missing during the time of the incident...)
Layton:
Mr Wright, might I recommend that you keep note of this fact. It could prove useful later.
Phoenix:
...Got it!
Glasses added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmmm... Am I to believe there is nothing left to prove on this matter? At the time of the murder, the accused did not have a witch's sceptre in her possession...
Mary:
Mary:
Wait just a moment! Snowy and I have much more left to say!
Knightle:
That's right! My trusty sword of justice shall cut through this witch's treacherous lies!
Kira:
I...may have lost my glasses, but I haven't lost my will to testify!
Wordsmith:
Eureka! I remember now! Old age has a way of sneaking up on me. I'm sure you must understand!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I understand... I understand you're all completely ridiculous!)
Judge:
It would seem we have not yet arrived at a clear-cut verdict... ...Witnesses, you may once again begin to testify to the court. Tell us about the sceptre and how it was used in the detestable display of witchcraft that you all witnessed tonight!
Witness Testimony
- About the Talea Magica (cont.) -
Knightle:
The girl was not holding the sceptre in the same hand as the lantern... Which means, it must have been in her other hand!
Kira:
The accused is holding a milk bucket in the court illustration. Who's to say she wasn't also holding the sceptre in that hand?
Mary:
That milk bucket is lighter than it looks. Even Snowy could carry it! So she could have easily held the sceptre as well.
Wordsmith:
I did not see this milk bucket. Everything felt like an illusion...
Judge:
The sceptre was in her other hand, you say? Indeed, such a proposal is feasible. ...Sir Baker.
Phoenix:
...Yes, Your Honour!
Judge:
It is the strangest thing... The longer this trial goes on... the more you begin to resemble a legitimate defender.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Barnham:
............
Judge:
Well, no matter. Defender, you may begin your interrogation!
Cross Examination
- About the Talea Magica (cont.) -
Knightle:
The girl was not holding the sceptre in the same hand as the lantern... Which means, it must have been in her other hand!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...But did you actually see that with your own eyes?
Knightle:
Alas, magic's vile embrace hid the sceptre from my sight, so I did not see it per se. ...However! Through my years of knightly training, I have learned to see through such cunning trickery!
Phoenix:
Is...that so?
Knightle:
For example! This morning I found myself unable to locate the whereabouts of my trusty blade. Its location was a mystery! So I tried my hardest to think and remember where I would have kept it last... And before long... BEHOLD! It transpired I was carrying my trusty blade in its scabbard all along! Life is riddled with such trickery!
Maya:
Would you say life is "riddled with trickery", Nick?
Phoenix:
...Only if we're talking about my life, Maya.
Present Bucket of Milk
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"All of your testimonies have come to the same conclusion."
Kira:
The accused is holding a milk bucket in the court illustration. Who's to say she wasn't also holding the sceptre in that hand?
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The court illustration... That's right... Judging by this sketch alone, it does look possible for her to have held the sceptre. However, if you actually try holding that thing, you'll notice just how thick it is. No way could she have been holding it!
Barnham:
Barnham:
That is nothing more than mere speculation. You cannot say for certain that she was unable to hold it!
Phoenix:
(You say "speculation"... I say it's a fact. There's just no way Espella could have been holding that thing...)
Layton:
As expected, this testimony is filled with nothing but assumptions and conjecture.
Phoenix:
Mr Layton...
Layton:
You know, Mr Wright, there does not appear to be any usable evidence present in the court illustration.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I agree. It does look that way... (The milk bucket ended up disappearing from the scene... Could that actually be an important piece of evidence in itself...?)
Present Bucket of Milk
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"All of your testimonies have come to the same conclusion."
Mary:
That milk bucket is lighter than it looks. Even Snowy could carry it! So she could have easily held the sceptre as well.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Just one second, Ms Mary.
Mary:
Wh-what is it now? Snowy and I don't have all night, you know! Come on then, out with it!
Phoenix:
I just have one question regarding your testimony. How exactly did you know... that the bucket Ms Cantabella was carrying was "light enough for Snowy to carry"...?
Mary:
Huh?! I-I...well... You see, the girl always uses the same bucket whenever she comes to buy milk from us. Naturally, I would have seen that bucket countless times before!
Phoenix:
...You've "seen it countless times before"? That doesn't answer my question. You specifically said that bucket is "lighter than it looks"... Ms Mary, at some point tonight you must have held that bucket yourself.
Mary:
Ulp...
Phoenix:
Now then, please enlighten us as to exactly when you got your hands on the bucket!
Mary:
............ ............ ............ ...It's true. By that time, Robbs and Muggs had already been burnt to ash... And then... I noticed the milk in that bucket that the girl had been holding in her hand.
Phoenix:
The...m-milk...?
Mary:
Then, when those two went up in a blaze, Snowy and I made a dash for the bucket! As the girl stood there looking confused, we took the milk from her to make sure it was okay.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Barnham:
U-unbelievable... Witness, you...
Mary:
Ah! Well, it was just so wasteful! The thought of all that disgusting ash falling into such precious milk. I felt I just had to protect the milk, so I took the bucket back to the farm with me.
Judge:
Madam, do you mean to tell the court that you took evidence from a crime scene back home with you...?
Barnham:
...That explains why we were unable to locate the milk bucket at the scene.
Mary:
Oh, my! Y-you're scaring poor Snowy! Here! I brought the bucket with me, anyway! See? I didn't even tamper with the milk.
Phoenix:
(I'm sure you didn't!)
Judge:
The court shall accept this milk bucket... as evidence!
Bucket of Milk added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Looks like that's one more piece of evidence for us...)
Judge:
Now, will the gentleman with the impressive beard proceed with his testimony?
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, you, uh...really did take the bucket home with you...?
Mary:
Why, of course. There is nothing more important to us than selling the freshest milk in town. Surely you must understand. If someone had dropped dough instead, wouldn't you want to take it back home?
Phoenix:
(Wh-who in their right mind would be carrying pieces of raw dough with them...?)
Barnham:
...Witness, I ask you don't make a habit of stealing from crime scenes... For your own safety.
Mary:
W-w-w-we apologise, sir! Please! It was all Snowy's fault!
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
(Talk about having a scapegoat...)
Present Bucket of Milk
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"All of your testimonies have come to the same conclusion."
Wordsmith:
I did not see this milk bucket. Everything felt like an illusion...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You...didn't see the bucket...?
Wordsmith:
Indeed. Naturally, there was no way of me noticing the witch before the crime occurred. My mind was placid as the most placid of... placid lakes... But like the early bird on its morning hunt for that elusive worm...my senses remained vigilant.
Phoenix:
You do realise the other witnesses have all testified to having seen Ms Cantabella carrying that bucket, though...?
Wordsmith:
And...? When you have journeyed as far as I have through life, you find all is but an illusion. That is, except for Lord Storyteller, of course.
Barnham:
............
Present Bucket of Milk
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"All of your testimonies have come to the same conclusion."
Before pressing third statement
Phoenix:
(The witnesses' testimonies are relying on pure speculation this time... That means there has to be a hole in there somewhere!)
Maya:
We've got Inquisitor Barnham sweating bullets in that armour of his! I'd say he's about ready to throw it all off.
Phoenix:
(I'm not even going to begin to tell you what's wrong with that statement, Maya...)
After pressing third statement
Phoenix:
(That's it for the testimony... Still, something is bound to be there. I can't believe Mary took the bucket home with her...)
Luke:
Miss Mary must be one of those thieving "forest wolves" we've been hearing about!
Layton:
Let us hope she doesn't eat like a wolf as well, Luke. For her Snowy's sake.
Phoenix:
(I've got this new piece of evidence... but the question is, how can I use it?)
Maya:
...Y'know, looking at this milk bucket now... It does look sort of different from the sketch, don't you think?
Phoenix:
(It might be a good idea to get a nice, good look at the actual milk bucket.)
Phoenix:
All of your testimonies have come to the same conclusion. The sceptre was not in her right hand with the lantern. Therefore, it must have been in her other hand, that was holding the bucket. However, that's not it. Not by a long shot.
Barnham:
What do you mean...?
Phoenix:
Contrary to what one of the witnesses stated, the milk bucket was in fact at the crime scene. And you'll also notice something about this bucket... Take another look at the court illustration. Something about the bucket seems a bit... odd, wouldn't you say?
Barnham:
Barnham:
...This illustration was based on eyewitness accounts, so a small discrepancy or two is conceivable.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Actually, Inquisitor Barnham... It's highly likely that this illustration is much less accurate than you think. In fact, there is a blatant contradiction present in this illustration! Admittedly, it does at first look possible that Ms Cantabella was holding the sceptre and the bucket at the same time. However, if you look at the real milk bucket, that possibility goes up in smoke! Here, let's have a look at the real deal... Notice the handle?
Barnham:
...Ngh! Th-that...cannot be!
Phoenix:
Oh, but it is. This particular milk bucket has two pieces of wood on either side of the handle. If you were to try and hold both the sceptre and this bucket... Well, let's just say that'd be a challenge. To put it simply... there is no way anyone could hold both the bucket and the sceptre at once!
Knightle:
Wh-whaaaaaaaa?!
Wordsmith:
Th-that must mean...clearly you have the wrong bucket!
Mary:
We never lie when it comes to milk! That is the very bucket I took!
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
(It looks like the witnesses are as surprised about this as Barnham...) The defendant couldn't have been able to hold the bucket and the sceptre at once. Also...we have already established that she was not holding a sceptre in her right hand. Therefore... the defendant, Ms Espella Cantabella... was not holding a witch's sceptre at any point during the incident!
Judge:
Order! Order! I said order! J-just what... What is the meaning of this?! In all my days as judge of this court, I have never heard such an argument! These are but a paltry set of words... And yet, they ring with such remarkable strength!
Layton:
...Your Honour. What you just heard...was logic.
Barnham:
L-logic...you say...?
Wh-what is with these two...?They...they just silenced Inquisitor Barnham with mere...words!Such foolishness! This...this must be some type of witchcraft!Wait... Do you think...Could they be witches...?
Layton:
...It would seem that the concept of logic does not exist in this world.
Luke:
Right! Then let's take this chance to knock their case down a peg or two!
Phoenix:
I'm worried if we keep this up we'll all be joining Espella in a one-way trip to the flames...
Barnham:
Barnham:
...Most intriguing. A knight allows his sword to speak for him during battle... You have spoken with a "sword of words". So be it... I, too, shall wield such a blade.
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight, there appears to be a hole in this..."logic" of yours.
Phoenix:
A "hole"...?
Barnham:
According to the earlier testimony, it was believed the accused had the lantern hanging from her wrist by the handle. However, she supposedly dropped it, hence it being covered in mud.
Phoenix:
That's right.
Barnham:
While that may be true... it does not necessarily mean the accused was therefore unable to use magic.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
It is merely a question of when she dropped the witch's sceptre...
Judge:
Wh-what do you mean, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
It is very simple, Milord. The accused, while first holding the lantern and the witch's sceptre, cast her magic. Then, she dropped both the lantern and the sceptre.
Judge:
Ah... The witch's sceptre was dropped after the spell was cast... O-of course...yes, that must be it!
Barnham:
...What say you? Sir Blue Knight? That is but a taste of the knightly knowledge of the Inquisition!
Wow! Sir Barnham cut through that baker's "witchery" like a hot knife through butter!Exemplary! I expected nothing less from the "Hand of Barnham"!Oooh, to be able to shake that powerful hand someday!Barnham! Barnham! Barnham! Barnham!
Layton:
That inquisitor...isn't quite what he first appeared.
Phoenix:
...Yeah. Sure seems that way. Just a moment ago it seemed like he'd never even heard of logical debate. Now he's suddenly USING it against us... (This guy is no joke, that's for sure...)
Barnham:
Now then, most honourable witnesses! I ask that you lend us your aid once more.
Knightle:
...!
Kira:
...!
Mary:
...!
Wordsmith:
...!
Barnham:
...I request that you all testify to the court once more. Tell us which occurred first: the dropping of the lantern, or the casting of the spell...?
Judge:
Witnesses, you may begin your testimonies! Tell this court in your own words about the sequence of events which transpired tonight.
Witness Testimony
- About the Sequence of Events -
Wordsmith:
Of course! The lantern fell to the ground after the incantation of "Ignaize"! SPLOOSH!
Mary:
I'm as sure as Snowy is white. I made certain to keep my eyes peeled on that milk bucket, after all!
Kira:
Besides, how can you be sure the lantern fell just because it has a little mud on it?
Knightle:
These eyes do not lie! I saw the lantern in the accused's hand when the incantation was uttered!
Phoenix:
(Figures... Their testimonies are all over the place now.)
Layton:
These four testimonies... They are most interesting. The witnesses all saw the same thing... And yet... people's memories are evidently quite fickle. They can never be a truly reliable source.
Luke:
Well then, Professor! With enough poking and prodding, I bet we can really cause their testimonies to crumble!
Phoenix:
(...Of course. We need to exploit their "fickle memories" to turn this thing around!)
Maya:
We've got this, Nick! We'll press 'em so hard, they won't even remember what they had for breakfast!
Phoenix:
(I can't even remember what I had for breakfast...)
Judge:
............ Now, Sir Baker, you may begin your interrogation!
Cross Examination
- About the Sequence of Events -
Wordsmith:
Of course! The lantern fell to the ground after the incantation of "Ignaize"! SPLOOSH!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The lantern fell after the incantation... Are you positive about that?
Wordsmith:
I say, I am positively positive that I am positive! I heard her voice and then... SPLOOSH!
Phoenix:
That "sploosh"...was that the sound of the lantern hitting the ground?
Wordsmith:
Indeed! But of course! ...Do you see?
Phoenix:
But, if you look at the lantern, you'll notice that the glass is shattered. You specifically said you heard a "sploosh". Shouldn't you have heard the sound of the glass shattering when it hit the ground?
Wordsmith:
The sound of glass shattering...? No, I'm afraid I fail to catch your drift. I was present in an area a bit farther away from the crime scene, you see. I have no recollection of hearing such a sound!
Phoenix:
No recollection...?
Wordsmith:
...Precisely so. I'll have you know, I can easily hear a dog barking across town! Do not underestimate my hearing!
Phoenix:
(I wasn't! Relax, grandpa!)
Barnham:
There is nothing of interest in this testimony. ...Will the witness with the goat please proceed with her testimony.
Mary:
Huh?! Ah, right...you mean us. Y-you startled us! Didn't he, Snowy?!
Snowy:
Baaa!
Press (after pressing this statement once and subsequently continuing past the fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The lantern fell after the incantation... Are you positive about that?
Wordsmith:
I say, I am positively positive that I am positive! I heard her voice and then... SPLOOSH!
Phoenix:
That "sploosh"...was that the sound of the lantern hitting the ground?
Wordsmith:
Indeed! But of course! ...Do you see?
Phoenix:
But, if you look at the lantern, you'll notice that the glass is shattered. You specifically said you heard a "sploosh". Shouldn't you have heard the sound of the glass shattering when it hit the ground?
Wordsmith:
The sound of glass shattering...? No, I'm afraid I fail to catch your drift.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(There it is...right there. I knew I heard something strange...)
Maya:
Huh? But...old greybeard didn't say anything weird.
Phoenix:
Maya, it's not the old guy that said something weird. ...It's the person next to him.
Maya:
N-next to him...?
Luke:
Ah! Look there, Professor! The goat lady... she looks really deep in thought!
Layton:
It would seem... she has noticed something odd in this elderly gentleman's testimony.
Maya:
Ah! Th-that's right... These cross-examinations...have four witnesses. Hey, Nick, it looks like...we're not the only ones paying attention to these testimonies!
Phoenix:
(You're right. Which means...if they're all listening to each other's testimonies...)
Layton:
Correct, Mr Wright. Each witness is fully aware of themselves and their own actions when in the middle of their own testimonies. However... It is while listening to the testimonies of others that the witnesses may sometimes reveal the most valuable information.
Phoenix:
(...I see. It's habitual. They can't tell they're doing it, but I can! And I'm going to use it to turn the tide back in our favour!)
Layton:
In fact... I do believe I may have spotted our first opening in which to test this new technique. Mr Wright, could I draw your attention to the Touch Screen?
Phoenix:
The Touch Screen...?
Layton:
Sliding the magnifying glass during a witness' [sic] testimony will allow you to shift your focus across to another witness.
Phoenix:
(Right. So the important thing here... isn't the witness that's in mid-testimony. It's the other three witnesses listening. It's just a matter of catching them off guard and questioning them!)
Maya:
What are you waiting for, Nick? Let's give it a shot! How about we try questioning the goat lady next to old greybeard!
Phoenix:
(...Okay. All I have to do is slide the magnifying glass over to that witness!)
Wordsmith:
The sound of glass shattering...? No, I'm afraid I fail to catch your drift. I was present in an area a bit farther away from the crime scene, you see. I have no recollection of hearing such a sound!
Question Mary
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Leads to:
"Excuse me... Ms Mary."
Phoenix:
No recollection...?
Wordsmith:
...Precisely so. I'll have you know, I can easily hear a dog barking across town! Do not underestimate my hearing!
Phoenix:
(I wasn't! Relax, grandpa!)
Barnham:
There is nothing of interest in this testimony. ...Will the witness with the goat please proceed with her testimony.
Mary:
Huh?! Ah, right...you mean us. Y-you startled us! Didn't he, Snowy?!
Snowy:
Baaa!
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The lantern fell after the incantation... Are you positive about that?
Wordsmith:
I say, I am positively positive that I am positive! I heard her voice and then... SPLOOSH!
Phoenix:
That "sploosh"...was that the sound of the lantern hitting the ground?
Wordsmith:
Indeed! But of course! ...Do you see?
Phoenix:
But, if you look at the lantern, you'll notice that the glass is shattered. You specifically said you heard a "sploosh". Shouldn't you have heard the sound of the glass shattering when it hit the ground?
Wordsmith:
The sound of glass shattering...? No, I'm afraid I fail to catch your drift. I was present in an area a bit farther away from the crime scene, you see. I have no recollection of hearing such a sound!
Question Mary
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Leads to:
"Excuse me... Ms Mary."
Phoenix:
No recollection...?
Wordsmith:
...Precisely so. I'll have you know, I can easily hear a dog barking across town! Do not underestimate my hearing!
Phoenix:
(I wasn't! Relax, grandpa!)
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Did you see that...? I think the goat lady is acting kinda strange!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, there's no way I could have missed her...)
Barnham:
There is nothing of interest in this testimony. ...Will the witness with the goat please proceed with her testimony.
Mary:
I'm as sure as Snowy is white. I made certain to keep my eyes peeled on that milk bucket, after all!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But earlier... you stated that Ms Cantabella "had the lantern hanging from her wrist".
Mary:
Well, not quite. We didn't say for certain. We only believed it was on her wrist...
Phoenix:
"Believed"...?
Mary:
Yes, yes, precisely! You know how you sniff milk when you're not quite sure if it's gone bad? And then your nose is assaulted by that foul odour that you weren't expecting? ...Well, it's a bit like that.
Question Kira (after pressing first statement once, continuing past fourth statement, and then pressing first statement again)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Kira?
Kira:
H-huh? What?! Wh-wh-wh-what is it?!
Phoenix:
What do you think of Ms Mary's testimony?
Kira:
Uh...um...I just remembered something. I still have some milk sitting at home. Although it's been sitting there for two months...
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Kira:
I'm pretty sure it's turned into yoghurt by now...
Knightle:
Ah...but wait! Maybe it turned into really stinky cheese! The stinkier the cheese, the better it tastes, right?
Phoenix:
(Either way, I really don't think you should eat it...)
Maya:
Whoa... Some people really go off the rails when you catch 'em off guard, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah, "off the rails" is about right...
Judge:
...Very well. Please continue with your testimonies.
Leads back to cross-examination
Barnham:
...Heed my words, madam. Do not make a habit of stealing. For your own safety.
Mary:
W-w-w-we said we're sorry! Please! It was all Snowy's fault!
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
(Oh, brother...)
Mary:
Anyway, we can confidently say that we both saw the milk bucket, right, precious? And as for the lantern falling... We don't know much about that, do we now, shnookums?
Kira:
Besides, how can you be sure the lantern fell just because it has a little mud on it?
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Kira:
Well, maybe the mud was already on the lantern before any of this happened... Did you ever think of that?
Phoenix:
Before any of this happened...?
Kira:
Like...maybe it's been there since last week. It did rain last week too, after all... And if that's the case, then there really isn't any point arguing about whether or not she dropped the lantern...right?
Question Knightle (after pressing first statement once, continuing past fourth statement, and then pressing first statement again)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Knightle?
Knightle:
............ Huh?! Ooooooaaaaarghhhh! Wh-what the dickens?!
Phoenix:
(Overreact much...?) It looks like...you have something to say regarding Ms Kira's testimony.
Knightle:
Well, to tell you the truth... A week ago, on a cold rainy day... I slipped and fell in some mud and got it all over my armour. I left it in an unwashed heap outside of my home.
Phoenix:
Huh...
Knightle:
However! I'm certain that yesterday's rain has washed that wretched mud right off!
Phoenix:
............ Um...is that all?
Knightle:
That is all!
Phoenix:
(Oh, man... I was really hoping for something a little less...pointless.)
Judge:
Very well... Please continue with your testimonies.
Leads back to cross-examination
Judge:
Hmmm... Indeed. What say you, defender?
Phoenix:
I say, take a closer look at the lantern. You'll notice there's mud on the glass.
Kira:
Mud on the glass...?
Phoenix:
The lantern wouldn't be very useful with all that mud blocking out the light. Ms Kira... I'd say your little theory regarding this lantern is muddy at best!
Kira:
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
Phoenix:
(...I could point at witnesses till the cows come home... But that wouldn't turn this testimony into anything I can use. I've got to find a lead somewhere!)
Knightle:
These eyes do not lie! I saw the lantern in the accused's hand when the incantation was uttered!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is important. Are you sure you really saw that lantern?
Knightle:
You are but a petty baker, are you not?! It is not your place to be telling me what is important! There is but one thing of importance... Ridding this town of its witches as quickly as possible!
Question Wordsmith (after pressing first statement once, continuing past fourth statement, and then pressing first statement again)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Is everything all right, Mr Wordsmith?
Wordsmith:
............ What is it, young one?
Phoenix:
Is there something you wanted to say about this testimony?
Wordsmith:
There is but one important thing in this world...
Phoenix:
"But one"...?
Wordsmith:
The shapes of the clouds, the babbling of the brooks, petals scattering in the wind. Naps in the sun and tears in the rain. ...Do you see?
Phoenix:
(But you said only "one" thing... I just counted five...)
Mary:
What on earth are you yapping about?! Anyone in their right mind knows the most important thing in this world is milk! Isn't that right, my little Snowy-poo?
Kira:
To me, there's nothing more important than selling these pretty flowers of mine.
Barnham:
Each one of us has that which is most important to them. ...Now, continue with your testimonies.
Leads back to beginning of cross-examination
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hardly... I'd say this is far more important.
Knightle:
Wh-what...?!
Phoenix:
...We're trying to find out the truth here.
Barnham:
............
Knightle:
H-how absurd! Th-that girl is a witch, I say! A witch! I would...stake my entrance into the Knights of the Inquisition on it!
Barnham:
...Listen well, whelp.
Knightle:
...! Y-yes, Sir Barnham!
Barnham:
Many young men within the ranks of the knighthood share your level of passion. However... you let your ambition completely blind you. The same way that a muddy lantern leaves one blind and helpless in the dark.
Knightle:
Wh-whaaaaaaaaaa?!
Phoenix:
...! (This guy...)
Layton:
Yes, indeed... I would say he is quite the tough motivator.
Before pressing first statement
Phoenix:
(Their testimonies really are all over the place.)
Maya:
Ah ha! So, is this our chance?
Phoenix:
I think it might be. Although, I don't really see any contradictions. (I may be able to find something in the gaps between each of their testimonies...)
Layton:
Hmm... I see. How will you accomplish this, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Well...all we can really do right now is gather as much information as possible. (I just have to find something suspicious in their testimonies...)
Luke:
I'm on the case! I'll be on the lookout for anything that doesn't add up, Professor!
Layton:
Ah, yes. Your assistance is most welcome, my boy.
After pressing first statement once
Maya:
...What do you think, Nick? Did you notice anything fishy?
Phoenix:
Yeah...possibly. I think...there may be something I can use.
Maya:
R-really?! Wow! I didn't hear anything special...
Phoenix:
(There was definitely something out of place about that one witness' [sic] testimony... It was something I haven't noticed from any of the other witnesses so far...)
Layton:
It appears you may have found something, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
A four-witness cross-examination... This is something I've never done before. But then... maybe there's another way I should be tackling this.
Layton:
I believe it is worth trusting that intuition, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Okay...got it. (All right. Let's try pressing that old man one more time!)
After pressing first statement once, continuing past fourth statement, and then pressing first statement again
Phoenix:
(It doesn't look like I'll be able to get any more information out of these guys.)
Layton:
Mr Wright, perhaps we'd better tackle this cross-examination in a slightly different way.
Phoenix:
(I guess...maybe I should try questioning the other three witnesses in the middle of his testimony...)
Luke:
While you're pressing a witness, use the magnifying glass to observe the expressions of the other three witnesses!
Maya:
When you see someone acting funny, try stopping the testimony and questioning 'em! Just tell them to "Hang on!" when you do.
Phoenix:
(Okay, that's good to know. Let's give this brand new way of questioning a shot!)
Phoenix:
Excuse me... Ms Mary.
Mary:
Oh! Do you mean...us?! Um, but... Snowy and I have nothing else left to say.
Phoenix:
(I knew it. I caught her completely by surprise...) Mr Wordsmith just gave his testimony... He told us all about the sound he heard when the lantern fell to the ground. Mr Wordsmith didn't seem too sure... But I wonder if you might happen to have something to say about this.
Mary:
Huh...?! Well... That's... ............ ...Is that all right, Sir Barnham? May we answer the question?
Barnham:
............ ...Do what you will, madam. There is no need for formalities.
Phoenix:
(Huh...?)
Mary:
Well, we'll try and explain...won't we, Snowy? The truth is, we did hear something. That is to say...we heard the sound of the lantern's glass shattering. We're sure of it! It was frighteningly loud.
Phoenix:
...!
Mary:
It quite startled us, didn't it, Snowy dear? I looked in the direction of the sound, but... I couldn't see anything, let alone the girl or those two thieves. It...was a tad dark, after all.
Judge:
When the glass shattered, the flame inside must have gone out. Hence she could not see them. ...That seems to be the gist of it.
Mary:
Th-then, as I peered into the darkness, I...h-heard it!
Phoenix:
You "heard it"...? What did you hear, exactly?
Mary:
You know...THAT! I heard... the incantation for the spell Ignaize.
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
............
Layton:
............
Barnham:
............ What...did you just say...?
Judge:
N-now... Now hold it right there, witness!
Mary:
Y-yes, Milord!
Barnham:
The glass shattered when the lantern fell. Then, after that, you heard the incantation for the spell Ignaize. Do you swear to this court that this is, without a doubt, correct?
Mary:
U-uh...yes. M-Maybe... I think.
Wordsmith:
H-how about my testimony?! Wh-what of my oratorical observation? That blasted spell, Ignaize, occurred first. Then the lantern plummeted to the ground!
Kira:
I-I...heard no such thing! There was no sound of shattering glass!
Knightle:
...Absurd! Simply absurd! So the lantern fell and the glass shattered... That does not change the very fact that this girl is a witch!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I hate to disappoint you, but that's not quite the case. In fact, this testimony changes things a lot. Wouldn't you agree, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
...!
Judge:
Wh-what is the meaning of this?!
Phoenix:
...Let's go over what we know so far. In order for a witch to use any magic, they must be holding a witch's sceptre. And yet, none of the four witnesses saw the defendant holding a "sceptre" of any kind.
Judge:
That's because the sceptre was made to disappear with the spell Dimere, correct?
Phoenix:
At the time of the crime, the two victims grabbed Ms Cantabella's arm, causing her to drop the lantern on to the ground. If, at the time, she was in fact holding an "invisible sceptre"... then the sceptre must have fallen when she dropped the lantern. Now, let's say, hypothetically...that Ms Cantabella really is a witch... In order to use any magic, she would have had to recite the spell before dropping the sceptre. However! As our witness, Ms Mary, has just stated in her testimony... She heard the incantation for Ignaize after hearing the lantern's glass shatter.
Knightle:
Ah!
Kira:
Uh...
Mary:
Wha...?!
Wordsmith:
Ooooh...
Phoenix:
You do all understand what that means, don't you...? It means that Ms Cantabella, the supposed "witch" you've locked up... could not possibly have cast any magic. ...Therefore! The defendant, Espella Cantabella, is clearly in no way, shape or form a witch!
Knightle:
Waaaaaargh!
Kira:
Oooooargh!
Mary:
Baaaaa!
Wordsmith:
Ohoooooo!
Such frivolity! Do you realise what you're insinuating?! Do you really think she is NOT a witch?!
Mary:
Hmph! Such nonsense! Did any of you even listen to my testimony?
Kira:
We did, but you're wrong! There was no "glass shattering"!
Mary:
Are you calling me a liar, missy? You couldn't even see the mud on the lantern, when it was plain as day!
Knightle:
...What ridiculous claims, all of you!
Kira:
Oh, hush! Take your little toy sword and go back to playing pretend, "Sir Knight"!
Mary:
...!
Wordsmith:
...!
Kira:
...!
Knightle:
...!
Barnham:
...Witnesses. This is a court of law... not a playground. Must I remind you of the importance of these proceedings? Witches and their magic threaten our fair town of Labyrinthia. Your words here today...could decide the fate of every single citizen within our walls. Do you understand? As such, I expect each of you to take your role seriously and testify honestly about what you saw!
Mary:
............
Wordsmith:
............
Kira:
............
Knightle:
............
............
Judge:
I-in all my days as judge of this court, I have never seen such behaviour... Behaviour that leaves a cloud of doubt over the credibility of each of your testimonies!
Barnham:
Indeed, Milord... Quite a miserable set of witnesses, this lot.
Layton:
...Hmm, I see. It would appear...this trial has come to a sudden halt.
Phoenix:
Huh? So...that must mean!
Layton:
Quite right. It means you have won this trial, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
(We've..."won"...)
Judge:
I-I can hardly believe the situation we have found ourselves in... I did not anticipate this trial ending...with such a strange turn of events. But due to these witnesses' dubious credibility, I can see no reason to continue. ...What say you, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ As you wish, Milord.
...Wh-what is going on?They're...actually going to let this WITCH run free through the town...?Curses! If it wasn't for that witch... and her friends...Barnham! Barnham! Barnham! Barnham!
???:
Some Guy:
...Wait a bloomin' second! This trial ain't even close to bein' over! Not before I take the stand to testifyyyyyy!
Judge:
Order! Order! Who is this...this buffoon...?!
Some Guy:
...Behold! Who am I, you ask? Who AM I? Why... I'm the man that's gonna single-handedly save this trial! I'm the fifth witness! Har har!
Phoenix:
Say whaaaaaaat...?!
Barnham:
WHAT?!
Phoenix:
(Even Barnham didn't see this one coming!)
Some Guy:
...Just as I thought! This trial was goin' down the drain before I got here! Okay, you lot! Assemble! We need a strategy meeting, ASAP!
Wordsmith:
I say...who are you?!
Mary:
Thank goodness you showed up!
Kira:
We can't give up now, everyone!
Knightle:
It has come down to this. To arms, everyone! We shall do battle against that baker and that hat seller!
Phoenix:
(I-I can't believe this... What the heck is going on?!)
Layton:
...Hmm. Truly fascinating. It seems a new witness has taken the stand. What's more, he...appears to be quite the formidable witness.
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess... This trial...is still far from over!)
To Be Continued...
Judge:
Well, then... We will now continue with the trial of Espella Cantabella.
Phoenix:
(Oh boy... A group of witnesses huddling up before a joint testimony in a witch trial... You can't make this stuff up.)
Judge:
...Inquisitor Barnham. If I may ask you a question.
Barnham:
Yes...Milord?
Judge:
We now have five witnesses on the stand... So, I must ask... Why was this obnoxious-looking man left out of your initial group of witnesses?
Some Guy:
Baldy's right, Barnham! That's just cold-blooded!
Barnham:
There is but one reason, Milord. I did not know this "witness" even existed.
Some Guy:
Eh?
Barnham:
You, sir, failed to come forward... When we were asking for witnesses for this very trial, you were nowhere to be seen!
Some Guy:
That's 'cos I didn't hear a peep about it! I ain't usually around at night, except for maybe at Rouge's tavern!
Phoenix:
(So...you're basically telling us that you were up all night drinking...)
Some Guy:
Hmph, anyway. It's all water under the bridge now, s'far as I'm concerned! Just leave the rest to yours truly! Har har har har har har har har haaaaaaar!
Judge:
During the last interrogation, the defender brought forth some surprising proof. Namely that there was little possibility the accused could have used magic... I have never heard such a claim. It must be the doing of this..."logic".
Some Guy:
What rubbish! "Lodge...ick", y'say? I ain't got a clue what that is! But I do know that 'dis bread bakin'... BAKER oughta head back to the bakery!
Phoenix:
(Eloquently said...)
Some Guy:
Oi! Gramps! Give me and my partners over here a chance to speak! You wanna know how this witch managed to be holdin' that sceptre, don't cha?
Judge:
............ Oh! When you say "gramps"... you wouldn't mean me, would you?
Wordsmith:
I fail to see anyone else meeting such a description!
Kira:
We'll... We'll show you she's a witch!
Mary:
I'll bet Snowy's beautiful white coat on it!
Knightle:
...En garde!
Some Guy:
All right, team! Let's do this! Witnesses...
Hoooooooooo!
Judge:
............ Ahem, yes, well... Let us proceed with the testimonies!
Phoenix:
(...Why do I feel like I've totally lost control of this situation?)
Witness Testimony
- The Mystery of the Witch's Sceptre -
Kira:
It's clear as day...Espella is a witch! We are NOT backing down on this!
Wordsmith:
When she dropped the lantern, the sceptre was not yet in her hands.
Mary:
The sceptre must have been hidden by magic and carried on her back.
Knightle:
The rogues grabbed her by the hand that held the lantern, so she must have had another way of holding that sceptre.
Some Guy:
That's easy! The girl just put the bucket down on the ground and picked up the witch's scep...scept...magic stick!
Judge:
...So, she had the witch's sceptre behind her back. She then dropped the lantern and reached for the sceptre after it fell. If that is the case...then it must have been possible for the accused to have used magic!
Phoenix:
(This is bad... Thanks to this guy, now all the witnesses seem extra determined to pin this thing on Espella...)
Layton:
They each harbour a shared anger towards witches and magic... Such is the cause of their strong desire to see a guilty verdict passed as quickly as possible. However, such confidence... is undoubtedly bound to cloud their better judgement and thinking.
Phoenix:
...Yeah, I think you're right. (I don't think these guys mean any real harm, but... they're all riled up, they don't even realise how distorted their idea of what happened tonight has become. At least, that's how it seems.)
Luke:
Th-this isn't good, Professor! The witnesses aren't thinking straight! They're completely blind to the truth!
Judge:
............ Sir Baker. Erm...rather, Sir Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-yes!
Judge:
You do not appear to be a mere simple baker...that much is clear. On the other hand... you are no ordinary defender either.
Barnham:
............ Never before... has a defender managed to clash and do battle with me here, on this battlefield, as an equal.
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight. ...This trial has not yet been decided. If there is any doubt in your interrogation... I will not hesitate to strike your case down where it stands!
Phoenix:
...I understand.
Judge:
Defender, please begin your interrogation!
Cross Examination
- The Mystery of the Witch's Sceptre -
Kira:
It's clear as day...Espella is a witch! We are NOT backing down on this!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"Not backing down"...you say?
Kira:
Uh-huh, that's right! Espella is a witch... That's our story and we're sticking to it!
Phoenix:
This is a courtroom, Ms Kira! We're not interested in your "story"! We're interested in the truth!
Kira:
............ You know what I think? I think "stories" have the power to touch our lives in really meaningful ways.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?
Kira:
Last year, I read a book about a flower girl, who brought peace to the world with all the pretty flowers she sold. Because of that story, now I tell myself, "Kira, one day you'll fill the world with beautiful flowers of your own!" That story inspires me to sell more flowers. ...It's pretty much the same as this trial.
Judge:
What a...very touching story.
Barnham:
Indeed. I have heard nary a truer tale. Wouldn't you agree, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
...Maybe it's just me, but I'd have preferred something a little more relevant.
Layton:
I'm afraid our logic may do us no good here. Let's move on to the next witness, shall we?
Wordsmith:
When she dropped the lantern, the sceptre was not yet in her hands.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
No matter how many times we ask, you still say you didn't see the sceptre, huh, gramps?
Wordsmith:
............ I ask you, youngling... Were you paying attention to this trial?
Phoenix:
Y-yes!
Wordsmith:
Well, then! Magic made the sceptre invisible, did it not?! Thus, my old age clouding up my vision has nothing to do with anything! The sceptre actually vanished!
Phoenix:
N-no. What I'm saying is...if it really was invisible, you wouldn't be able to actually prove it.
Wordsmith:
Not so, young one! We can prove it! The girl is a witch! There is your proof! So, my old age clouding up my memories has nothing to do with anything! The sceptre magically vanished, you see!
Phoenix:
...Okay, okay. We get it.
Barnham:
When the lantern fell, you claim the sceptre was still not in her hand yet. So, that means...?
Mary:
The sceptre must have been hidden by magic and carried on her back.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witch's sceptre was behind her back...
Mary:
Well...it's like my little snowflake here. Whenever my darling gets too heavy, I hoist him up and carry him on my back.
Phoenix:
You mean your baby goat...right?
Mary:
Yes, yes. There isn't a cuter little goat in this entire courtroom! Right, precious?
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
I know it's been asked already...but you didn't see the witch's sceptre, did you?
Mary:
W-well, no, but... It must have been made invisible by magic and then put on her back! You know, Snowy is still such a tiny little thing...if I put him on my back, you can hardly see him.
Phoenix:
...I hardly see the point of that comment.
Judge:
So the accused grabbed the witch's sceptre after the lantern fell...?
Knightle:
The rogues grabbed her by the hand that held the lantern, so she must have had another way of holding that sceptre.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
............ Um... Are you all right?
Knightle:
What?! Why?!
Phoenix:
Why? Well, for one thing, you're hiding behind what I assume is a shield...
Knightle:
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... Well played, Blue Knight! You managed to see through my steel guard technique.
Phoenix:
Your steel WHAT technique...?
Knightle:
You tried to penetrate the depths of my mind and deceive me once with your witchcraft of words... But! You will find your words are futile against the strength of my shield, crafted from wood harder than steel! Now then, have at you! ...Attack me if you dare!
Phoenix:
No, no, no! Just... Just listen a second!
Judge:
Hm... Looking at this sketch, it's quite clear the accused could not have held the sceptre in the same hand carrying the lantern... Witness, explain to the court just how the accused held the sceptre.
Some Guy:
That's easy! The girl just put the bucket down on the ground and picked up the witch's scep...scept...magic stick!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
She...put the milk bucket down?
Some Guy:
Tha's right! Reckon if she did that, she'd have no problem holdin' that thing!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But, none of the other witnesses have said anything about seeing her put the bucket on the ground!
Some Guy:
Ah, but! No one said a thing 'bout NOT seein' her put the bucket down either, right?!
Question Wordsmith
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Wordsmith?
Wordsmith:
...What is it, oh boisterous blue one?
Phoenix:
Tell me, what do you make of this witness' [sic] testimony just now? He has stated that the defendant: "put the bucket on the ground". The other witnesses never mentioned that.
Wordsmith:
............ Let me tell you something, young man. Long have I lived and prospered... In that time, I have forgotten much... Dreams, aspirations...even love. I simply forgot about that milk bucket. Like one would forget about a single drop of water within the bucket that is life...
Phoenix:
............ Ummm... Thank you for that, Mr Wordsmith. No...further questions.
Maya:
I still don't understand a single word that comes out of his mouth, Nick.
Phoenix:
(Sheesh... I guess it's back to the drawing board.)
Leads back to beginning of cross-examination
Question Mary
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Mary.
Mary:
Huh?! You mean...Snowy and me?
Phoenix:
Tell me, what do you think of the witness' [sic] testimony just now? The accused placed the bucket on the ground... No one has said anything about this until now.
Mary:
Ah, th-that... That must be how it happened. The girl probably placed the milk bucket on the ground, yes...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Mary! You did not mention anything to that effect in your previous testimony. And yet you clearly stated that the one thing you were specifically focused on, more than anything else, was the milk bucket.
Mary:
...Urk!
Phoenix:
Ergo, you should be able to confirm to the court whether or not the bucket really was placed on the ground!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...One's memory is not flawless, Sir Blue Knight. Pay attention to what the witness was saying. The accused "probably" placed the milk bucket on the ground. There is the possibility such was the case.
Mary:
...Y-yes. Yes, that's right! Isn't it, my little cuddle pumpkin?
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
(I knew it... There's something fishy about her testimony. But...)
Layton:
Indeed, it would seem we require a decisive piece of evidence... if we are to expose the contradictions in these witnesses' testimonies!
Phoenix:
Yeah... I just have to think of what that could be.
Leads back to beginning of cross-examination
Question Kira
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Kira?
Kira:
Huh? Ah...yes? What is it?
Phoenix:
Tell me, what do you think of this witness' [sic] testimony just now? The accused placed the bucket on the ground... No one has said anything about this until now.
Kira:
............ Why, you're right. How odd. Everyone must have simply forgotten. ...Myself included.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Kira:
But, yeah... Espella definitely did put that milk bucket down. That way she was able to easily grab her sceptre and use magic... Easy peasy, right?
Maya:
Th-th nerve, Nick! It looks like she's trying to peg Espella as a witch every chance she gets...
Phoenix:
(Really... I don't know how much more of this testimony I can stand...)
Leads back to beginning of cross-examination
Question Knightle
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Knightle.
Knightle:
............
Phoenix:
Tell me, what do you think about this witness' [sic] testimony just now? He claims the accused placed the bucket on the ground... No one has said anything about this until now.
Knightle:
...I am reminded of but one thing, sir. A battle tactic important to any knight. Imagine...in one hand you hold your sword and in the other your shield... When suddenly, from the shadows...an itch of epic proportions takes to your back! ...What doth one do? Indeed, what CAN one do? Well, let me tell you... One must...drop one's sword and fell that unholy itch with a well-timed scratch to one's back!
Phoenix:
...Right.
Knightle:
A crafty witch would surely use the same tactic, would she not? I call it my signature "Back Scratch Attack of Great Justice"!
Phoenix:
...Right.
Knightle:
By the way... Be wary when using that tactic in battle. I find my opponents rarely give me ample time to remove my armour and scratch...
Phoenix:
............ Ummm... Thank you for that, Mr Knightle. No...further questions.
Maya:
Mr Knightle sure takes the whole knight thing super seriously, huh?
Phoenix:
(Sheesh... I guess it's back to the drawing board.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
W-well, yeah, but...
Some Guy:
There ye' go! These lot probably just didn't see it happen, is all. "Never question a witness!" ...That's what me pappy always said! Ain't a doubt in me mind! That witch put the bucket down before usin' the sceptre!
Barnham:
If that is indeed accurate, then it would seem we may have found our truth.
Present Bucket of Milk
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'm afraid...what really happened is not quite so simple.
Some Guy:
Wh-what...? Whatcha talkin' about?!
Phoenix:
It had only just stopped raining moments before the crime took place. As a result...the ground was very muddy. If Ms Cantabella really placed this bucket on the ground, like you claimed she did... then it should be caked with mud, just like the lantern was after it fell!
Some Guy:
Har har haaaaaaargh!
Phoenix:
Well...? I'd say that clears up your muddy testimony, wouldn't you?
Some Guy:
Ah... Uh... Well... Hey! Barnham!
Barnham:
...What?
Some Guy:
You just gonna sit there lookin' pretty? C'mon, gimme a hand here!
Barnham:
Flattery will get you nowhere, witness... other than perhaps to the dungeon. ...At any rate, there is but one question we ought to ask: why is there no mud on that bucket?
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
To the witness with the goat... May I ask you a question?
Mary:
Huh?! A-are you talking to us?!
Barnham:
...Indeed. You admitted to the court that you returned home with the milk bucket. Illegally, I must add.
Mary:
My...oh, my... Such harsh words, Inquisitor...
Barnham:
When you took the bucket home... you must have simply wiped the mud from the bucket, is that correct?
Mary:
........... ............ ............ You know... Now that you mention it...
Phoenix:
...! (N-no way... Don't tell me...)
Mary:
That milk bucket... Ah! That's right! I remember now! I don't know if what was on the bucket was MUD, exactly...but it certainly was dirty! Before taking it inside with me, I remember wiping it clean with an old rag.
Phoenix:
A-are... Are you kidding meeeeeee?!
Wordsmith:
...Exceptional work, Inquisitor Barnham!
Kira:
Right, right! It all makes perfect sense. See? We were right all along! Weren't we, Inquisitor Barnham?
Some Guy:
I knew that sword weren't just fer show, Barnham! You sliced his argument in two!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Witness... Um, Ms Mary!
Mary:
What is it?
Phoenix:
You're absolutely sure there was mud stuck to this milk bucket?
Mary:
Oh, my... Well, truth be told, I don't remember whether it was mud, exactly. But I do remember cleaning the bucket off when I got home.
Phoenix:
Urk!
Judge:
It would seem... the defence has failed to disprove the witnesses' claims. Of that, we can be quite certain.
Phoenix:
...!
Some Guy:
Har har! That'll teach yer, Bluey! You got that right! Do me a favour, will ya, gramps? I wanna change me testimony just a tiny bit!
Judge:
............ I will allow it, only if the witness refrains from name-calling in the future.
Some Guy:
Yer got it, gra...er, Milord! Well, all this court mumbo jumbo has left me thirstier than a dog in a desert! *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Changes statement from "That's easy! The girl just put the bucket down on the ground and picked up the witch's scep...scept...magic stick!" to "That witch there was holdin' the stick. I even heard her say the incantation-thingy. ...That's right, I witnessed it all!"
Some Guy:
That witch there was holdin' the stick. I even heard her say the incantation-thingy. ...That's right, I witnessed it all!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But, no one knows for sure if Ms Cantabella dropped that milk bucket on the ground!
Barnham:
Because there's no mud on it...is that what you're saying?
Some Guy:
Hey, we went over this already! We know the goat lady wiped off all the mud!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
However! Ms Mary doesn't clearly remember whether or not it was mud that was stuck on the bucket!
Mary:
Mmm...we really don't remember. But, maybe...? I guess maybe there was mud on it? ...I mean, she couldn't hold the sceptre without putting the bucket on the ground.
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
M-Ms Mary, please give a definitive answer!
Some Guy:
You all done, Bluey? Talk aaaaall you want, 'cos it ain't gonna help! Ya see... the five of us, we saw what that witch went and did! We saw it clear as day! Get it? If five heads are better than one, then ten eyeballs are better than two! And these ten eyes don't lie! That girl is a witch!
Question Wordsmith
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Leads to:
"Excuse me, uh...mister?"
Judge:
Hmmm... A most peculiar way of phrasing it, witness.
Some Guy:
Okay, we done here?! We're burning moonlight here, people! Morning's a-comin'! There ain't a magic spell strong enough that could change what the five of us saw tonight!
Before changing fifth statement
Phoenix:
(These testimonies... Something's definitely not right here.)
Maya:
Wh-what do you think, Nick?
Phoenix:
There's no way this "disappearing sceptre" explains what actually happened. I mean, no one saw anything! How can anyone prove it was there?!
Maya:
Th-this is starting to get really annoying...
Phoenix:
(They can talk all they want about an invisible sceptre, but...no way is anything slipping under my radar!)
Layton:
I do believe that is correct, Mr Wright. Somehow, we must find a clue that can lead us to another opening.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, you're right... And I think "Mr Personality" over there may be the key to doing just that...)
After changing fifth statement
Phoenix:
(They may all have their own reasons for accusing Espella, but there's also one thing they all have in common... They genuinely believe Espella is a witch!)
Layton:
Were we to disprove that belief...there would be no way for them to regroup. The witnesses would have to acknowledge the truth of what happened tonight. They are, after all, witnesses. They must be fully aware of what actually transpired!
Phoenix:
(That means I've got to pay extra attention to their reactions and testimonies!)
Luke:
I think you'd better observe the witnesses, Mr Wright. You can do it!
Phoenix:
(I've got to try and get the truth out of these witnesses somehow!)
Phoenix:
Excuse me, uh...mister?
Wordsmith:
............
Phoenix:
U-um...earth to gramps?
Wordsmith:
............
Judge:
Defender, when you say "gramps"... might you, by any chance, be referring to me?
Phoenix:
No, no! Of course not, Your Honour! Mr Wordsmith, are you listening?!
Wordsmith:
............ I heard you quite clearly the first time, young man. These ears hear all... The crackling of the fire...the whispering of the crowd...and now, your voice.
Phoenix:
If that's the case, then allow me to ask you a question. You were clearly deep in thought just now... Do you have something to say about this man's testimony?
Wordsmith:
............ Indeed so. I felt something was amiss. However...what that means, I cannot say.
Phoenix:
Amiss...?
Barnham:
Witness, could you tell us... what precisely was amiss with this third-rate testimony from this third-rate witness?
Phoenix:
(What a burn, Barnham...)
Wordsmith:
Five heads are better than one... Ten eyeballs are better than two... ...As I listened to this man's testimony, I could not help but become aware of something most odd. Tonight, when the crime occurred...we all made haste to that terrible scene. The delicious scent of mid-evening dinner permeated through the air, the shadows of those present cast through the dim light... And yet, there were but four figures standing in that vicinity, myself included.
Phoenix:
Four...? H-hold on one second! You're saying that there were only... four witnesses at the crime scene tonight?
Wordsmith:
............ These eyes may be old, but they know what they saw!
Phoenix:
Um... Is something the matter, Ms Mary?
Mary:
No...it's just that...Snowy and I are trying to remember what happened at the time. I remember the flames erupting into the air. That's when Snowy and I made our mad dash to save the precious milk... And when those two ruffians were set ablaze, the flame filled the area with light. In that sudden flash of light, we could see that there were other people around, besides ourselves. And that's when I saw them... The other people that scrambled to the scene along with us. I'm quite sure of it. There were only four of us there at the scene of the crime.
Barnham:
Barnham:
H-hold it, madam! Y-you... This... What in blazes is going on?! We have five witnesses on the stand, all claiming to have witnessed tonight's events first-hand. That means we have...one witness too many!
???:
Don't be stupiiiiiiiiid!
Some Guy:
Oi! You lot better stop speakin' outta turn! "All for one and one for all", remember? We all promised to take this witch down together, didn't we?!
Mary:
It's not quite that simple! We saw what we saw!
Wordsmith:
Well, I say it's all about the numbers! And I counted! I counted, I say! I'll have you know my counting is flawless! On nights when sleep eludes me, I can count sheep from moonrise to sunrise!
Kira:
Four witnesses, five witnesses... What difference does it make?! Things all started getting muddled when YOU showed up!
Some Guy:
Wh-what the...?! You sayin' it's MY fault?! I was there, you fool! Didn't I just finish sayin' that?!
Knightle:
My testimony is strong as steel! ...Even if it's not completely stainless!
Judge:
Order! Order! I said order! Wh-what... What is going on here? You claim the number of witnesses does not add up?! I have never paid witness to such an outrageous conflict!
Layton:
There is but one answer to this puzzle. A single possibility...
Judge:
Wh-what do you mean...?
Barnham:
...!
Layton:
Without a doubt, "magic" must have been used at the scene of the crime. Furthermore, it would indeed appear that there were only four witnesses present at the scene... And yet, currently, we are faced with five witnesses testifying to the court. That certainly is quite a fatal contradiction... with only one possible answer. Would you not agree, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
...! (The answer...it can't be...)
Barnham:
Well, out with this supposed "answer", Sir Blue Knight! What is your explanation for the current number of witnesses?
They didn't see things correctly.
Phoenix:
It's possible...that the witnesses were mistaken.
Wordsmith:
I say! Are you insinuating that my senses are those of one past his prime, young man?
Mary:
I'll have you know, part of my job is to count the number of goats on my farm. I think I can accurately count four people! Perhaps you should go back to counting loaves of bread!
Phoenix:
(Yup. They're mad...)
Layton:
Mr Wright, even if they are mistaken, I'm afraid that would not change anything. So...let us endeavour to seek out a more pertinent possibility.
Phoenix:
(Even Layton sounds annoyed...in a gentlemanly sort of way...)
Barnham:
It would seem Sir Apprentice Baker and Sir Top Hat are in disagreement.
Layton:
I suppose I owe you for that most unflattering moniker.
Barnham:
The defence should think twice before recklessly casting such accusations.
Leads back to:
"...Well, out with this supposed 'answer', Sir Blue Knight!"
The witch cast a spell on them.
Phoenix:
Well, maybe the witch put a spell on them. You know, to affect their testimony. Like... "Alla-ka-WRONG!" ...or some weird spell like that.
Luke:
Mr Wright! There's no record of "Alla-ka-wrong" in the Grand Grimoire!
Layton:
The witch's sceptre has two magic gems. "Ignaize" and "Dimere", Mr Wright!
Barnham:
What... What a ridiculous spell!
Phoenix:
(Uuuuuh... You think? It's not any more ridiculous than those other spell names...)
Judge:
That was simply dreadful!
Barnham:
The next time you spout such drivel, you shall tell it to the flames. Is that clear?
Phoenix:
C-crystal clear... (Uh...can I get a do-over...?!)
Leads back to:
"...Well, out with this supposed 'answer', Sir Blue Knight!"
One of them is the witch.
Leads to:
"While it might seem far-fetched, the reality is actually rather simple."
Phoenix:
While it might seem far-fetched, the reality is actually rather simple. The real witch...and the real murderer in this case... is actually one of these five witnesses!
Barnham:
Wha...
Judge:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Barnham:
You're telling us that the witch is amongst this group of witnesses?! What utter rubbish! ...There is no possible way that such a claim could be true!
Some Guy:
Th-tha's right! You've got a lotta nerve accusin' one of us of bein' a witch!
Mary:
We have told you nothing but the truth... yet you still have the gall to bat around such an outrageous accusation?!
Knightle:
Behold! Behold, as my trusty shield deflects your petty words like...the petty words that they are!
Judge:
............ Inquisitor Barnham...
Barnham:
Yes, Milord?
Judge:
I would like to see a sketch of the crime scene at the time of the incident. Do you have one in your possession?
Barnham:
Yes... Certainly, Milord. I have one here. I requested it from the Court Illustrator, just in case...
Judge:
...Very well. Witnesses! I would like each of you to mark your location at the time of the murder... here on this crime scene sketch! ...Quickly, now!
Phoenix:
(The number of witnesses doesn't add up... It looks like we're getting somewhere now. But we haven't even scratched the surface of this case yet! And it's all thanks to this top-hat-wearing gentleman...)
Judge:
...The court accepts this crime scene sketch into evidence!
Area Map added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(If one of the witnesses is the witch... That could only mean one thing. Somebody here isn't telling the truth!)
Layton:
That would indeed appear to be the case, Mr Wright.
Barnham:
...Listen well, Sir Blue Knight. The path you tread now is a dangerous one. Claiming that a witch is among these most honourable witnesses... is a serious accusation. Should it prove to be a false one... you will find yourself at the other end of my sword. Do I make myself clear?
Phoenix:
Huh? But, that...that wasn't so much my suggestion... I mean, the gentleman here with the lovely top hat was the one who urged me to say it.
Barnham:
It is the same thing, Sir Blue Knight.
Judge:
Indeed. It is the same thing, Sir Baker.
Layton:
It is the same thing, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
(Oh boy...)
Barnham:
...Now! Ready your sword!
Phoenix:
R-ready...?
Barnham:
...Were you listening? You claim the witch is not the accused and that someone else at the crime scene was the true culprit. If what you say is true, then surely you can tell the court exactly where this person was at the time of the crime...can you not? Come now, Sir Blue Knight. Only you can enlighten us as to who this "real witch" actually is!
Judge:
Sir Doughy Defender. Show us where the witch was at the exact moment the murder took place!
Present area around Espella's location
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The witch must have been standing...here!"
Present Kira's, "Some Guy"'s, Wordsmith's, Knightle's, or Mary's location
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The real witch was...probably this person right here...I think!
Knightle:
"Probably"...?
Wordsmith:
"This person"...?
Kira:
"I think"....?
Snowy:
Baaa!
Some Guy:
...You're so bad at this "defender" stuff, it makes me wanna drink! *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Layton:
...If I may, Mr Wright. Remember that if one of these witnesses is indeed the witch... then there is a high possibility that particular witness is not telling the truth. Do bear that in mind.
Phoenix:
(So the "witch" must be lying, huh... If that's the case... That must mean a certain person wasn't where they claim they were...)
Luke:
That's when the witch must have cast Ignaize, right? Take a look in the Grand Grimoire. We're bound to find something in there!
Phoenix:
(Even if the witness is lying up a storm... whatever is inside this Grand Grimoire has to be the truth, right?)
Judge:
...Sir Doughy Defender, do not waste the court's time with any more such ridiculous answers.
Phoenix:
(Uuuuugh... Darn it!)
Leads back to:
"Sir Doughy Defender."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witch was standing...probably somewhere around here!
Judge:
Somewhere around there...?
Barnham:
It looks like it is your head that is currently "somewhere" else, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?
Layton:
I believe he is trying to convey...that your answer was incorrect.
Phoenix:
(...Well he didn't need to be so harsh about it.)
Layton:
...If I may, Mr Wright. Keep in mind that the real "witch" is among the witnesses, so we cannot be completely certain that their testimonies are all true.
Phoenix:
O-of course. That's true... (Well, looks like relying on the witness testimonies is out the window...)
Luke:
Mr Wright! The witch used the spell Ignaize, right? Take a look in the Grand Grimoire. We're bound to find something in there!
Phoenix:
(Even if the witness is lying up a storm... whatever is inside this Grand Grimoire has to be the truth, right?)
Judge:
Sir Doughy Defender...do not waste the court's time with any more such ridiculous answers.
Phoenix:
(Uuuuugh... Darn it!)
Leads back to:
"Sir Doughy Defender."
Phoenix:
The witch must have been standing...here!
Barnham:
Barnham:
Wh-what is the meaning of this...?! ...Unfortunately for you, that spot has absolutely nothing to do with any of these witnesses!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Inquisitor Barnham, I suggest you try taking a look at this.
Barnham:
The Grand Grimoire...?
Phoenix:
According to this tome, Ignaize summons a circle of flame...within a one metre radius of the caster. In other words, the witch had to have been within one metre of the flame when casting the spell!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...Of course. You needn't say any more, Sir Blue Knight. First off, notice that there is no one else in that area other than the accused! It should also be quite obvious from the sketch that there is clearly nowhere for anyone to hide!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
True. There aren't any hiding spots... However... there is one other possibility, if a witch wanted to stay hidden from sight!
Barnham:
Most intriguing... Since you seem to love showing evidence... prove it! How was the witch able to hide in plain sight?
Present Dimere entry
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"...This Talea Magica contains two magic gems."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What do you think, Your Honour?
Judge:
I don't have a clue how this is relevant. What do you think, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
I think this mysterious "real witch" of yours... is not the only thing hiding from you, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Barnham:
Perhaps you should focus your efforts on finding some actual evidence.
Phoenix:
...Gaaaah! (Hmm... A way to stay hidden from sight, huh?)
Layton:
I believe the correct word you're looking for may be "vanished", rather than "hidden".
Phoenix:
("Vanished"...)
Luke:
Remember, you have more than just the Court Record to hand, Mr Wright! Be sure to also check the Grand Grimoire!
Barnham:
Hmph... That look in your eyes. You just won't give up, will you? ...Very well. I will grant you one more chance.
Leads back to:
"How was the witch able to hide in plain sight?"
Phoenix:
...This Talea Magica contains two magic gems. Ignaize and one other spell... That's right. The spell Dimere.
Barnham:
Dimere... Ah! I-it cannot be!
Phoenix:
...That's right. There was most certainly a witch present at the crime scene. Only...they were completely invisible... All thanks to the magic spell Dimere!
Barnham:
Wh-what FOOLISHNESS is this?!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! D-defender, what are you getting at...? I thought the witch used Dimere... to make the Talea Magica disappear!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
According to the Grand Grimoire, under the entry for Dimere... It "causes anything the caster touches to vanish from sight". In other words... Supposing the witch were holding the staff in one hand, while touching part of their body with the other... They would be able to make themself disappear.
Barnham:
A-are you... Are you implying that is the reason for the conflicting number of witnesses?!
Layton:
Indeed, it is! Which means, witnesses... someone amongst you is not disclosing the entire truth, and that person is the witch we seek. I believe this is the most probable scenario.
Judge:
Honourable witnesses... You will testify to the court one final time. Tell us exactly what you saw and what you did not see at the scene of the crime...
Wordsmith:
H-how absurdly absurd! The purpose of this trial is to convict THAT girl of the crime, is it not?!
Mary:
That's right! W-we...are NOT witches!
Layton:
...Witnesses, I ask that you listen.
Kira:
...!
Layton:
There is a witch mingling among you. ...That's right. I'm afraid you are all no longer "brothers in arms". The true opponent here...is within your own group.
Barnham:
............
Phoenix:
(The real "witch" is one of these five witnesses, huh? Fine by me... Time to put an end to this trial!)
Witness Testimony
- What We Saw and What We Didn't See -
Knightle:
You wish to know where we were all standing tonight? It matters not! Would the flames not burn just the same?
Kira:
That flame... I never saw anything like it! It quite literally left me speechless... I couldn't even so much as scream.
Some Guy:
I heard the tiniest cry, and then when I turned around, the blighters were roastin'... So I rushed right over!
Mary:
I heard the incantation, then the flames suddenly erupted... I'm certain of it. I only saw three people there with us!
Wordsmith:
As I said, there were only three others present. Like that man there, who was stumbling around like a newborn calf.
Judge:
Hm... A most heinous act, indeed. No small wonder these witnesses are so confused...
Barnham:
A witch amongst the witnesses...what an utterly baseless claim!
Phoenix:
(I don't think so, Barnham... The only baseless claim in this case is of Espella being a witch. It's more than a little likely one of these witnesses is the culprit! These testimonies are bound to tell me who the real witch is!)
Cross Examination
- What We Saw and What We Didn't See -
Knightle:
You wish to know where we were all standing tonight? It matters not! Would the flames not burn just the same?
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
In other words, you're not sure exactly what happened tonight, is that right?
Knightle:
Defender! I fought with burning vigour this night! Do not belittle my efforts!
Phoenix:
R...right...
Knightle:
A knight does not just run away at the mere sight of fire! Ha!
Phoenix:
(No one even said anything about running away...)
Knightle:
If I may be perfectly straight with you. The pillar of fire illuminated the area as it rose high into the air... There, by the fire, was the witch! And excluding the two unfortunate knaves, I counted three others at the scene.
Question Kira (before changing third statement)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Kira?
Kira:
Eeeeek! Wh-wh-wh-what do you want?!
Phoenix:
You looked like you had something to say... about the testimony just now.
Kira:
Well, it was about the number of people at the crime scene. Have you ever played the daisy petal game?
Phoenix:
D-daisy petal...game?
Kira:
One witness... Two witnesses... Three witnesses... Four witnesses... Five witnesses... Six witnesses...
Judge:
Hm... What an adorable game. It seems like something out of a fairy tale.
Phoenix:
(Seriously, Your Honour...?)
Barnham:
...Anyway. You may continue your testimony, Witness.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
Exactly! That means there were only four witnesses at the scene of the crime...
Knightle:
Hold on, sir! You cannot say that for certain! Perhaps I missed the other witness... Maybe they were obscured by this shield! See? That is another possibility!
Phoenix:
...Anyway. How about we NOT talk about your shield any more.
Knightle:
...Very well.
Kira:
That flame... I never saw anything like it! It quite literally left me speechless... I couldn't even so much as scream.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It must have been pretty terrifying, huh?
Kira:
Yes... It's the kind of thing you only read about in books. The moment that pillar of fire erupted... I could feel my throat tightening up... It was so difficult to breathe, I couldn't even manage so much as a scream.
Barnham:
Quite... After all, the flames engulfed the scene in the blink of an eye.
Kira:
Yes... I'm sorry... That's why I can't really remember...
Judge:
So you can't remember the number of people at the crime scene? Naturally, that is understandable, witness.
Kira:
That's also why...I was a little late getting to the scene compared to the others.
Some Guy:
I heard the tiniest cry, and then when I turned around, the blighters were roastin'... So I rushed right over!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"The tiniest cry"...?
Some Guy:
It might've been someone sayin' the incantation for that spell. Me memory's kinda hazy on that one... Scared me good though! Never jumped up to me feet so fast in all me life! Nearly had a heart attack, I tell ya...
Barnham:
"Jumped up"...?
Some Guy:
'Sright! It was still rainin' cats and dogs, so bein' the resourceful chap that I am, I decided to doze under a tree fer a bit.
Question Wordsmith
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Is everything all right, Mr Wordsmith?
Wordsmith:
............ What is it that you want this time, young one?
Phoenix:
I just wanted to know if you had any thoughts on the testimony just now...
Wordsmith:
Ah, yes. ...Thoughts about slumbering under trees, you mean?
Phoenix:
Slumbering...?
Wordsmith:
I often find myself weaving the most intricate of dreams under that very tree. Of course, I could not nap tonight. Not with that...uncouth man usurping my special dreaming spot, could I?
Phoenix:
(Are you using this cross-examination to argue over a napping spot...?)
Barnham:
Let us hope such arguments do not lead to any criminal acts in the future.
Judge:
...Witness, please continue your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
(So you slept under a tree in the rain... Why am I not surprised...?)
Some Guy:
Anyway, I tried to put out the fire by chuckin' some of me drink at it. Amazingly, didn't do much good though.
Phoenix:
Right...
Some Guy:
But they ended up roasted, huh? Turns out magic won that fight, awright!
Phoenix:
(This guy...is unbelievable...)
Emeer:
I hurried to the scene! But then I ended up tripping when I heard someone call me name from behind.
Press
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Um, excuse me, mist-...I mean, Emeer!"
Mary:
I heard the incantation, then the flames suddenly erupted... I'm certain of it. I only saw three people there with us!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely certain?
Mary:
Well...I believe so. But then, when you think about it... Can anyone really be "absolutely certain" of anything?
Phoenix:
It...worries me that you're saying that in the middle of a cross-examination...
Barnham:
I believe the witness means that there is no way she can be certain whether there were four witnesses or five at the crime scene.
Mary:
Anyhow, there was a matter of great importance that Snowy and I had to tend to.
Phoenix:
Ah... You must mean...
Mary:
That's right! The milk! If any soot had got into that milk...it would be the tragedy to end all tragedies!
Question "Some Guy" (before changing third statement)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Could I stop you there, mister?
Some Guy:
............
Phoenix:
MISTER!
Some Guy:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Whoa! Tone down the volume, Bluey!
Phoenix:
(That's my line!) Does anything come to mind...regarding Ms Mary's testimony?
Some Guy:
Nope. Not really. ...Nothin' important, anyways. Just that I think this old lady is full of it...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Some Guy:
I'm talkin' about the milk, man! The milk! You'll know the second you try the stuff. It ain't nothin' to write home about, let me tell you!
Mary:
What are you saying, you dolt?! Who on earth would let YOU drink anything as delicious as the milk from my farm?! A ruffian like you is better served by whatever unthinkable liquid is in that never-ending mug of yours!
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
(Are you guys using this cross-examination to argue over milk...?)
Barnham:
Let us hope such arguments do not lead to any criminal acts in the future.
Judge:
...Witness, please continue your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
I see... (No use crying over spoiled milk, I say...)
Mary:
Ahem. As I was saying... I ran as fast as I could to get the girl away from the flames. Then, I took the milk bucket from her and wrapped it up in my scarf.
Snowy:
Baaaa!
Phoenix:
(It doesn't look like there's anything out of place in her testimony...except for maybe her priorities.)
Wordsmith:
As I said, there were only three others present. Like that man there, who was stumbling around like a newborn calf.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, including yourself, there were a total of four witnesses at the crime scene, correct?
Wordsmith:
Hmmmmmmmmmm. That is how it has come to pass.
Phoenix:
By the way...what do you mean by "stumbling around like a newborn calf"?
Wordsmith:
Ah, yes. That was a man as inebriated as he was loud. Quite the humorous sight it was, I dare say.
Phoenix:
(He must mean the witness permanently glued to his cup of...whatever it is he's drinking.)
Wordsmith:
When I saw the flames rise up into the sky, I wondered to myself: "My word, whatever could that be?" However, I could not simply walk over to check... My knees were a bit weak from shock, you see. That's when the wobbly-legged gentleman came running over. The next thing I knew, he tripped over with all the grace of a grizzly bear on stilts. A responsible adult should know better than to go stumbling around in the dead of night.
Question "Some Guy" (before changing third statement)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Is something the matter, mister?
Some Guy:
............
Phoenix:
MISTER!
Some Guy:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Whoa! Tone down the volume, Bluey!
Phoenix:
(That's my line!)
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight... Next time please THINK before trying to press this witness!
Phoenix:
(Looks like this guy even managed to scare Barnham half to death...) Now then...sir. About Mr Wordsmith's testimony just now... He claimed you were "stumbling around". What does he mean by that?
Some Guy:
I'm gonna set the record straight right now: in no way was I "stumbling around" anywhere! I'd like to think of it more like... "staggering with style".
Wordsmith:
A responsible adult should know better than to go stumbling around in the dead of night!
Some Guy:
Hey, look, I don't just go "stumbling" around, like some clumsy idiot. I've got more sense than that! But anyway... I kinda tripped over a large stone... I mean, you don't exactly see what's on the ground in front of you when you're running at full pelt, right? So...you could say I put me life out on the line provin' that you really need to watch where you're going when you run!
Phoenix:
(How courageous of you... Someone give this guy a medal...)
Barnham:
...Milord, this testimony is a meaningless waste of everyone's time.
Judge:
...Well, defender? Is there a point to this particular line of questioning?
Phoenix:
(Is there anything worth pursuing here? What should I do?)
Question further
Phoenix:
The witness stated earlier that he tripped over a "large stone". Mister, I have one question for you: why weren't you watching what was in front of you?
Some Guy:
W-well...to be honest with yer, it ain't much of a real reason but... Somethin' suddenly caught me attention. ...Outta nowhere, I sorta heard someone call out me name.
Barnham:
You heard...your name?
Some Guy:
'Course I turned around when I heard it. Who wouldn't? When a woman calls your name, you pay attention, amiright?
Phoenix:
So...you heard someone call out "Hey, you!" from behind, you mean?
Some Guy:
What?! I said they called out me NAME! How many guys do you know called "Hey You"?! Me name is Emeer! And don't you forget it, Bluey! Y'hear me?!
Layton:
Hm...I must say, this gentleman really does not strike me as an "Emeer".
Luke:
You know, Professor... it's not a very memorable name, huh?
Phoenix:
(...That's harsh.)
Barnham:
...Honourable witnesses, is there anyone among you who was aware of this man's name prior to now?
Mary:
Not at all. He's always just been "mister" to me.
Knightle:
A knight's name is only as good as the name of the sword he carries!
Wordsmith:
It is the first I have heard of this... I dare say, I did not expect his name to be one such as "Emeer".
Kira:
I'm sorry, but I didn't know his name either. I only remember the names of my most loyal customers.
Phoenix:
...Ooookay. It looks like absolutely no one knew this witness' [sic] name...
Emeer:
Y'know, it ain't really much of a surprise to me either. Har har har har har har har har haaaaaar! But seriously... I definitely heard someone call me name. When you get to be me age, you really start to wonder when you'll find that true love, y'know? I thought that pretty voice tonight might've been me sweetie...
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
............
Judge:
............
............
Layton:
Your Honour. I don't believe we should be so quick to label Mr Emeer's testimony meaningless, would you not agree? ...I request that the witness add this amusing anecdote to his testimony.
Judge:
...Understood. Witness, amend your testimony. But please, reflect only the important points of your story!
Emeer:
I'm tellin' ya! I heard someone call me name, and I was lookin' around tryin' to find them!
Changes statement from "I heard the tiniest cry, and then when I turned around, the blighters were roastin'... So I rushed right over!" to "I hurried to the scene! But then I ended up tripping when I heard someone call me name from behind."
Not worth it
Phoenix:
(Hmm... There's no point in wasting time with meaningless questioning...)
Layton:
Is that so...? I must say I am a little disappointed.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Layton:
I just...thought I noticed something. ...Perhaps it was just me.
Luke:
If you do notice something in a person's testimony, Mr Wright, all you have to do is question them again!
Phoenix:
(That's right. I should take the time to question them as much as possible...)
Barnham:
Let us return to the interrogation.
Leads back to beginning of cross-examination
Phoenix:
(Well, that certainly doesn't surprise me...)
Layton:
Fascinating... I wonder just why he "stumbled"?
Before changing third statement
Phoenix:
(Is that it for the testimony...?)
Layton:
Is something the matter, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
I hate to say it, but...it looked like there weren't any contradictions.
Layton:
Is that right...? Hmm, just as I thought. I suppose the only option at present is to try and coax some more information from the witnesses.
Phoenix:
You mean...catching them off guard, right?
Layton:
...Precisely.
Phoenix:
All right, it's worth a shot. (Let's see how they respond to a little hard questioning!)
After changing third statement
Phoenix:
(Is that it for the testimony...?)
Layton:
Is something the matter, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Um, well... It looks like our favourite witness made a few changes to his testimony.
Luke:
His wording might have changed, but he's still saying the same thing!
Phoenix:
Yeah, it doesn't really affect anything. Still... (There's something about this guy's testimony that stinks more than he does...)
Layton:
............ Are you referring to that gentleman there? I agree. That is, I also noticed something peculiar in his testimony.
Phoenix:
(Which one of these witnesses is the real witch? There has to be something that I'm still not seeing in these testimonies!)
Phoenix:
Um, excuse me, mist- ...I mean, Emeer!
Emeer:
Ah, don't sweat it, Bluey. "Mister", "Hey You"... it's all the same to me.
Phoenix:
You stated that you heard your name being called from behind... Are you absolutely sure about that?
Emeer:
Ah...well, right or wrong, it sure sounded like me name. I mean, what else could it have been? I wouldn't have remembered it happenin' if I hadn't heard somethin', right? Still... Maybe there's a chance I just imagined it, huh? But anyway, I remember it came from somewhere behind me.
Phoenix:
(From somewhere behind you...?)
Layton:
...Is something the matter, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Mr...err, Emeer's memory isn't the most accurate, but if what he says is true... then there's definitely something there.
Layton:
"Something", you say...? Might you mean... A contradiction?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I think so. Although... I don't know. There's just...something strange about his testimony... (I don't see any decisive evidence in the Court Record that can help...)
Layton:
Do you mean to say you've found a contradiction that cannot be supported by the evidence...?
Barnham:
Barnham:
Milord, this line of interrogation is a complete waste of the court's time.
Judge:
Hmmm... Defender, I must warn you. From here on... any unnecessary questioning will be dealt with accordingly!
Phoenix:
...! (If I don't answer correctly here... it's curtains for the trial and for Espella!)
Judge:
If you are intent on finding a fault in this witness' [sic] testimony... you will need to present decisive evidence to back up your claims!
Phoenix:
(There's not one single piece of decisive evidence in the Court Record... ...What do I do now?!)
Layton:
Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
M-Mr Layton!
Layton:
I have an idea. I believe...there is a weapon, of sorts, with which you may be able to expose this contradiction without the need of evidence.
Phoenix:
...! (A "weapon"...)
Judge:
...Now, defender. Give us your answer!
Phoenix:
...Yes, Your Honour. The defence finds that the witness' [sic] testimony...
contains no problems at all
Phoenix:
(...I hate to say it, but... I can't bet Espella's life on this one!) The defence has no further questions, Your Honour.
Barnham:
...Well now, it would seem you do have some amount of common sense.
Layton:
I am disappointed, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Espella:
...Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
(Th-that voice...)
Espella:
Mr Wright! Please! You can't give up!
Phoenix:
E-Espella!
Espella:
My fate...is in your hands. I'm counting on you...and Professor Layton! That's why...I need you to go on! Please, don't give up on me!
Phoenix:
...! (Of course...I can't give up on Espella! I have to keep going!)
Leads to:
"Your Honour! The defence..."
contains a clear contradiction
Leads to:
"Your Honour! The defence..."
Phoenix:
Your Honour! The defence... believes there is a huge contradiction in the witness' [sic] testimony!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...What is this? You must be an even bigger fool than I thought, Sir Blue Knight. You really do not possess even a sliver of common sense, do you...?
Layton:
Layton:
...If I may interrupt for just a moment, Inquisitor Barnham. Allow me to ask you this: what need is there for common sense in a world that foregoes using it? Accordingly, I must humbly ask that you discard such a manner of thinking.
Barnham:
Whatever do you mean...?
Layton:
You have my utmost thanks for placing your trust in me, Mr Wright. Let us discuss the one remaining weapon in this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(...The "remaining weapon"...?)
Layton:
This trial has taught us a valuable new technique to be used in the courtroom, has it not?
Luke:
You mean...questioning... Right, Professor?
Layton:
Indeed it is, Luke. Each of the witnesses in this trial has given their own account of what occurred. Therefore...whenever one witness has testified, the other remaining witnesses have listened. ...That gives me an idea. In addition to catching a witness off guard and questioning them about another's testimony, there is...one more thing.
Phoenix:
(There's something else we can get from a five-person cross-examination...?) ...! Th-that's right, of course!
Layton:
Indeed, Mr Wright...contradictions. Should one witness' [sic] testimony differ from another's testimony, then... I suppose that in itself can also be considered a contradiction, can it not...?
Phoenix:
(Testimony contradicting testimony... I never would've thought of that until now!)
Barnham:
Enough. Sir Blue Knight, are you prepared to present to the court... evidence proving the contradiction within this witness' [sic] testimony?
Phoenix:
The witness' [sic] testimony...does not contradict any evidence. It contradicts a testimony.
Barnham:
Wh-what are you talking about...?
Layton:
It is time, Mr Wright! Have a look at the Touch Screen. There, you will see the testimony of the witness in question, as well as those of other witnesses. Keep your eyes peeled and identify the contradicting testimony!
Maya:
All right! Let's give this another shot, Nick! And make sure you don't forget to take a look at the Court Record, too!
Emeer:
I hurried to the scene! But then I ended up tripping when I heard someone call me name from behind.
Question Kira's statement
Phoenix/Layton:
Leads to:
"The person contradicting this man's testimony..."
Question any other statement
Phoenix/Layton:
Phoenix:
It's obvious that the contradiction lies... in this witness' [sic] testimony!
Layton:
P-please, just a moment, Mr Wright! Perhaps it would be wise not to leave this quite so...up to chance.
Phoenix:
B-but! I've got nothing but the witnesses' testimonies to work from!
Layton:
It's not just the testimonies, Mr Wright. I recommend you have another look at the Court Record.
Phoenix:
The Court Record...
Layton:
This man testified that he heard a voice call his name "from behind". The important thing here is the position of all parties at the scene.
Phoenix:
(The connection between the witnesses' positions and their testimonies... Okay, time to rethink this one!)
Barnham:
...How sad. It would seem the only contradiction to this witness' [sic] testimony...is you!
Phoenix:
M-my mistake! Just give me one more chance! One of these witnesses definitely contradicts this man's testimony. And that person is...
Leads back to testimony
Phoenix:
The person contradicting this man's testimony...
Layton:
is none other than...you! Miss Kira!
Kira:
A-are you both pointing at me...?
Phoenix:
At the time of the incident, that man heard someone's voice call his name.
Layton:
That voice...belonged to you, Miss Kira. It could not have been anyone else.
Phoenix:
And yet, in your testimony, you stated that you were in such shock during tonight's events that you couldn't even speak.
Layton:
This is...a clear contradiction!
Barnham:
Barnham:
Wh-what?! What is...the meaning of this, defender?! Can you really claim to trust this sham of a witness...and his sham of a testimony?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That man's character is beside the point! His testimony is anything but a "sham"! As he watched the flames erupt, his attention was drawn to a voice behind him, which in turn made him fall over.
Layton:
He heard a woman's voice calling his name. ...A very concrete reason, and reason enough to believe his testimony.
Barnham:
Barnham:
If it is as you say, then explain why you feel this witness is somehow responsible!
Kira:
Th-that's right! Why me? People barely hear me when I'm out selling my flowers...that's how soft my voice is! And besides, there WAS another woman at the scene, wasn't there?
Mary:
M-me?! What are you getting at, young lady?! Do you honestly think a woman my age would be out late at night in the forest, flirting with questionable men? Besides, I didn't even know this pathetic man's name! How could I have called out to him?!
Kira:
Neither did I! And even if I DID know his name, do you really think he's the kind of guy any self-respecting girl would want?!
Emeer:
C'mon, ladies... I...I'm standin' right here, y'know...
Phoenix:
...Um, as I was saying! The only person that guy could've heard from "behind" him was you, Ms Kira!
Layton:
The defence wishes to present evidence to prove this claim.
Judge:
To accuse a witness like this young lady here... Why, this is simply unheard of! I must warn you, defender, if you cannot prove your accusation to this court, you will see the underside of my gavel! Show us the evidence proving this young lady was the one who called out to this man at the time of the crime!
Present Area Map
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Take a look at this and you'll have your answer."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...This piece of evidence proves it was her!
Layton:
My apologies, but... I believe that may not be the correct piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
(Yikes...that was fast.)
Layton:
Please, Mr Wright. Having come this far, do not falter here.
Luke:
Mr Wright! Please stop kidding around... Listen to the professor!
Layton:
Think about it, Mr Wright. We'd both been following the same train of thought until just now...
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry! (I have to hurry up and think of something!)
Judge:
...You can think all you want, Sir Baker, but not before taking a penalty. Now then, I will grant you another chance.
Leads back to:
"Show us the evidence proving this young lady was the one who called out to this man at the time of the crime!"
Phoenix:
Take a look at this and you'll have your answer.
Judge:
This is...the crime scene sketch.
Phoenix:
You can see the position of each witness during the crime. The only person that he could possibly have heard from behind him...was none other than Ms Kira!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...Listen here, Sir Blue Knight. I will only tell you this one more time. A sham of a witness...yields only a sham of a testimony. That is all there is to it.
Emeer:
...*sniff*
Barnham:
Did you, in fact, see this flower girl's face?
Emeer:
Y-y'know, now that you mention it... Seein' as I'd fallen down an' all... I don't think I saw her face...
Phoenix:
Okay...but you heard her voice, right?
Emeer:
Hmm...lemme think... The voice came outta nowhere... It was kinda high-pitched... An' I guess it kinda sounded like her... But I can't say whether or not it was this girl's voice...
Barnham:
And there you have it, Sir Blue Knight. ...Such a pity.
Phoenix:
H-huh...?
Barnham:
Milord! It is clear that the defence's claim is nothing but a pointless waste of the court's time. ...I recommend you deliver unto them a penalty befitting such behaviour.
Judge:
Hm... Indeed, Inquisitor. Ready yourself, defender!
???:
............ ...Heh heh heh heh...
Judge:
Wh-what is that laughter?
Kira:
Pardon me, Milord...
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
It looks like...you've finally arrived at a decision. That means this has nothing to do with me. Isn't that right, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
...What are you saying?
Kira:
I'm saying...that it's time for me to stop peddling testimony and get back to peddling flowers. I mean, look at all of these flowers left over. It's going to take until sunrise to sell them all if I stay here any longer. Or maybe, Milord... You and the rest of the court would be interested in buying my entire stock of flowers to help a girl out...?
Judge:
...Ah, no, I don't think... I mean...
Kira:
Then it's settled. Now, if you'll excuse me. My apologies for the interruption.
Judge:
U-understood. The court will dismiss the witness.
Layton:
Well...Miss Kira. It would seem you are beginning to show the court your true colours.
Kira:
...Oh? Whatever do you mean? Okay then, everyone. It looks like that's that...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Wait! You can't leave yet! This cross-examination isn't over!
Kira:
...Now, that's funny. You say it isn't over, and yet the rest of the court seems to think otherwise. Isn't that right, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ ...The inquisition maintains that the real witch is the accused, Espella Cantabella. This girl...is nothing more than a witness. As such, the court cannot force her to stay against her will.
Phoenix:
(Th-this is bad! If they let her walk out now...)
Maya:
N-Nick! Do...you think she could be...?
Phoenix:
(The real witch...)
Kira:
You really like throwing around accusations, don't you, Sir Defender?
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
Let me spell it out for you one last time, so even you can understand. I didn't know this man's name at all before today. I still don't remember it. So how could I have called out to him? ...Do you get it now? Now then, until we meet again. Don't forget to buy some flowers on your way home, everyone.
Layton:
Layton:
One moment please, Miss Kira.
Kira:
...Is there something else you wanted?
Layton:
You don't seem to realise... what you just let slip.
Kira:
...! What are you talking about?
Layton:
This man testified that he heard his name called at the crime scene. However... you had no knowledge of his name at the time...is that correct?
Kira:
That's right! This weirdo is just imagining things! Like I said, I've already forgotten his name, even though he told it to us earlier.
Layton:
There is just one problem, Miss Kira. Namely, what the voice he heard tonight was actually saying.
Kira:
Huh...?
Judge:
What do you mean? That's obvious. It was a name, wasn't it? Now, uhh...what was that name again?
Emeer:
...Milord, I'm still here, y'know...
Barnham:
...Y-you're saying that what this man heard tonight... wasn't a name, but rather...something else entirely?
Layton:
Indeed I am, Inquisitor Barnham.
Phoenix:
("Something else"...)
...Ah ha!
Phoenix:
(There's only one other thing it could be. It's a stretch, but the possibility is there!)
Layton:
That's right, Mr Wright. That single possibility...is the key to solving this mystery.
Judge:
...Is the defence ready to present its evidence to the court?
Kira:
Ngh... This is ridiculous! I demand you let me go, this instant!
Barnham:
...Witness, what you are being accused of is not to be taken lightly. You will not leave this courtroom so long as any reasonable doubt remains.
Kira:
...!
Judge:
Defender, you may present your evidence. Show the court what the voice this man heard tonight was really saying!
Present Dimere entry
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Excuse me, mister..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The evidence that shows what the voice was actually saying...is this!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...Instead of thinking about what the voice said, you should think about the words coming out of your own mouths... Sir Apprentice Baker and Sir Top Hat.
Phoenix:
Aaaargh! (I guess that wasn't right.)
Layton:
Regrettably, it is your fault that the inquisitor continues to call me by that unflattering nickname, Mr Wright.
Luke:
That's right! It's all your fault, Mr Wright!
Barnham:
Milord, I request a penalty be delivered to the defence, for wasting the court's time.
Judge:
Granted. You only have yourself to blame, Sir Baker.
Phoenix:
Uuuuurgh... (Someone hand me that Talea Magica... so I can make myself disappear.)
Maya:
That reminds me, don't forget to check out the Grand Grimoire, Nick!
Leads back to:
"Defender, you may present your evidence."
Phoenix:
Excuse me, mister... Um... I'm sorry, what's your name again? You've, uh...got a name...that no one seems to be able to remember for some reason.
Emeer:
Hey! It's Emeer! Me name's Emeer, darn it! How many times have I gotta say it?!
Wordsmith:
No matter the number of times you say it, you do not look like an "Emeer".
Kira:
Again, I only remember my most loyal customers' names, and he doesn't look like he could afford even a single daisy.
Emeer:
C'mon guys... Stop kickin' a guy when he's down!
Phoenix:
...Mr Emeer. What you heard tonight at the crime scene was not your name. Your name just so happens to sound exactly like a certain other name.
Barnham:
Another...name...?
Phoenix:
The answer is right here in this tome. I'm talking about Amere...
Judge:
A-A...mere?
Phoenix:
What he actually heard at the time wasn't his own name... It was the name of a magical incantation!
Barnham:
Wh-what the...?!
Phoenix:
Ms Kira! Have you forgotten what you said just a few minutes ago? You quite clearly stated that you didn't know this man's name!
Kira:
Ugh...
Barnham:
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight, let me get this straight! You're saying...that the "Amere" heard by the witness was actually said by this flower girl... and that it was not his name at all, but rather the incantation of a magic spell...?
Phoenix:
...The defence proposes the following: the true criminal, this supposed "witch", is not the defendant, Ms Espella Cantabella... but instead, the witness who was heard uttering the magic incantation...Ms Kira! She's our witch! You used magic to vanish from the scene and tried to frame Ms Cantabella instead!
Kira:
... ...... ............ Noooooooooooooooo!
Wh-what just happened...?Is that girl... Is Espella really not a witch?U-unbelievable! I-I've never heard anything like this!I-Inquisitor Barnham...Have those two really defeated Inquisitor Barnham...?
Barnham:
Barnham:
...An impressive display, Sir Blue Knight. It would seem you have finally managed to hone your blade. However...I believe that blade's edge is already beginning to dull.
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Barnham:
I am referring to a contradiction, naturally.
Phoenix:
...! (Hey, that's my line!)
Barnham:
...Milord, the inquisition would like to set the record straight regarding what transpired this evening.
Judge:
Very well, Inquisitor Barnham.
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight, you claim the following: at the time of the crime, the accused, Espella Cantabella, was surrounded by the two rogues. Then, in order to frame the accused as a witch... Ms Kira cast the spell Dimere and made herself vanish. She then moved in closer to the victims... at which point she cast Ignaize. Thus causing the incident seen by our witnesses tonight.
Judge:
Indeed...that does seem to be the claim.
Barnham:
The problem...is what happened next. There is a contradiction in the defence's account of Ms Kira's movements.
Phoenix:
A contradiction...in her movements...?
Barnham:
...Allow me to continue. The witnesses have stated that they each ventured out towards the crime scene. Which is when Ms Kira, the "witch", made her way to this point, while still invisible. When she arrived at said spot, she then cast Amere and reappeared to join the other witnesses. ...And there you have it. That is accurate, isn't it, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
...That's correct. Then, Mr Emeer heard her call his "name".
Barnham:
Well then, I have but one question that I would like you to answer: why would a witch need to do such a thing?
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean...?
Barnham:
Supposing Ms Kira were a witch, surely she would not have made the conscious decision to reappear when she did. One would imagine she would remain hidden ...and [sic] flee the crime scene.
Mary:
Qu-quite right! That's what I'd do if I was a witch!
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
Given that point, there would be no viable reason for her to recite the incantation. In other words... it is inconceivable that this flower seller, Ms Kira, could be a witch!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Wh-what just happened...?Is that girl... Is Kira really not a witch?I-Inquisitor Barnham just turned this entire trial right around!Just what I'd expect from Labyrinthia's Sword of Justice!Barnham! Barnham! Barnham! Barnham!
Kira:
......Nghh......
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
...That's right. You all heard it. It's just as Inquisitor Barnham said. Me? A witch...? The idea is laughable!
Barnham:
............
Phoenix:
(N-not good! She's completely bounced back on to her feet!)
Maya:
Oooooh... We were so close, too!
Luke:
I...I can't believe Inquisitor Barnham! Can't he see it...? You just have to take one good look at her! It's obvious she's the real witch here!
Layton:
Remember, Mr Wright: at times like this, a cool head will prevail.
Phoenix:
M-Mr Layton!
Layton:
I'm sure you have had to fight your way out of circumstances such as these many times before. This situation is no different. As a defence attorney, what would you usually do at such a time...?
Phoenix:
(What...would I usually do...? Of course... There's only one thing that can get me out of a situation like this... I've got to flip this case on its head and think outside the box!)
Judge:
...It would seem the defence has nothing further to add.
Kira:
Why, of course. That's because everyone knows the truth. ...They know that girl right there is the real witch! That settles it, then! Go ahead and deliver your verdict, Milord!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The situation is exactly as you described, Inquisitor Barnham. It really doesn't make much sense for the witch to have used Amere.
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
Regardless, the defence still maintains that Ms Kira did utter that incantation and make herself reappear... Now, the question is: for what reason? (If she really didn't have to use that spell, then why use it in the first place? If I can find the answer to that question... then this entire case will start to unravel!)
Barnham:
...Most fascinating. Very well. Allow us to hear this theory of yours. Tell the court why it was necessary for the witch to appear at the crime scene!
Phoenix:
(Well, we're still in the game. Once you eliminate the impossible... whatever remains must be the truth!) The reason Ms Kira reappeared at the scene of the crime was...
To become a witness
Phoenix:
The answer is obvious. She must have wanted to become a witness herself!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...Sir Blue Knight, do not slam your hands down on the desk unless you have a strong point to make. The same goes for your mouth. Don't waste your breath on such nonsense.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Barnham:
Have a look at the number of witnesses. We already have four other willing witnesses. Becoming a witness on purpose would accomplish nothing. She may as well have sat in the stands and watched the trial!
Phoenix:
W-well...you... You don't know that for sure! (Nope... He's absolutely right.)
Judge:
Defender, something tells me you must be thinking something along the lines of: "he is absolutely right".
Phoenix:
Uuuuuuugh... (Please quit reading my mind, Your Honour!)
Judge:
I suggest you think before opening your mouth...Sir Doughy Defender.
Phoenix:
(Shoot! Looks like I'll have to think of something else...)
Barnham:
You have one more chance. Please, tell the court... Why would it have been necessary for the witch to reappear at the crime scene...?!
Leads back to:
"The reason Ms Kira reappeared at the scene of the crime was..."
To give herself an alibi
Phoenix:
The answer is obvious. She was trying to give herself an alibi!
Barnham:
Oh, is that right...? Tell me, what would that alibi have been?
Phoenix:
W-well, just give me a minute... I'm getting to that part!
Barnham:
That will not be necessary, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Barnham:
...Think about it. Why would she have needed an alibi... if no one could have seen her to begin with?
Phoenix:
W-well...you... You don't know that for sure! (Nope... He's absolutely right.)
Judge:
Defender, something tells me you must be thinking something along the lines of: "he is absolutely right".
Phoenix:
Uuuuuuugh... (Please quit reading my mind, Your Honour!)
Judge:
I suggest you think before you open your mouth...Sir Doughy Defender.
Phoenix:
(Shoot! Looks like I'll have to think of something else...)
Barnham:
You have one more chance. Please, tell the court... Why would it have been necessary for the witch to reappear at the crime scene...?!
Leads back to:
"The reason Ms Kira reappeared at the scene of the crime was..."
To cover up her crime
Leads to:
"(I can't think of any other possibility... This has to be the answer.)"
Phoenix:
(I can't think of any other possibility... This has to be the answer.) Isn't it obvious? She was trying to cover up her own crime.
Barnham:
Oh, is that right...? Tell me, why would she do that?
Phoenix:
W-well, just give me a minute... I'm getting to that part!
Barnham:
That will not be necessary, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Barnham:
...Think about it. What would she have to hide... if no one could have seen her to begin with?
Kira:
Heh...heh heh heh... You heard the good inquisitor! No matter how you look at it, there'd be no reason for me to reappear. ...Assuming I was the criminal, that is!
Phoenix:
...Urgh! (I can't argue with her there...)
Layton:
Layton:
Pardon the interruption, but that's not necessarily the case.
Phoenix:
M-Mr Layton!
Kira:
...!
Barnham:
Explain yourself, Sir Top Hat.
Layton:
You have stated that Miss Kira had no reason to reappear. However...the situation changed and it became necessary for her to show herself. Isn't that right, Miss Kira?
Kira:
...Huh...?! Wh-wh-wh-wh-what're you talking about?! I-I-I-I have no idea what you mean!
Judge:
It would seem...the defence must clarify their argument with evidence.
Layton:
...Mr Wright. I believe that Miss Kira did not intend to reveal herself at the crime scene. Rather, that something occurred which forced this young lady to make herself reappear.
Phoenix:
(What was so important that she had to reappear and risk being spotted...?)
Judge:
...Defender. Tell the court why it would have been necessary for the witch to appear at the crime scene!
Present Glasses
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ms Kira, you usually wear glasses, is that correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There can only be one answer... This piece of evidence right here!
Judge:
Tell me, Sir Baker, what relevance does this have to the trial?
Phoenix:
I have no idea, Your Honour! Maybe there's...ah...magic at work here!
Layton:
H-hold on one moment, Mr Wright! Perhaps you are letting our sudden rise in momentum cloud your better judgement.
Phoenix:
(Oh, boy...)
Judge:
...Defender. I see your argument has vanished... as has your credibility!
Maya:
Come on, Nick! We're so close! We've got this witch on the ropes!
Phoenix:
Maybe...Ms Kira left behind some really decisive evidence at the crime scene... Something must have happened... Something that meant she had to reappear in order to cover her tracks. (There has to be some piece of evidence that she left at the crime scene...)
Leads back to:
"...Defender."
Phoenix:
Ms Kira, you usually wear glasses, is that correct?
Kira:
Huh...?! I-it's like I already told you. I lost my glasses a few days ago...
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely sure about that? Or did you not, in fact, lose them tonight? ...During the crime?
Kira:
...! O-of...course not!
Layton:
Perhaps you accidentally dropped them while you were committing the crime... Then, as you were attempting to make your escape, you noticed they were gone. Therefore, you made yourself reappear... in order to search for your missing glasses!
Kira:
Noooooooooooooooo!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...How absurd! Such baseless conjecture! What you propose is fundamentally flawed!
Layton:
What do you mean?
Barnham:
...Let us assume, hypothetically, that the witch did in fact drop this "evidence". That does not explain what purpose it would serve for her to make herself reappear! It would still make more sense for her to escape under cover of darkness!
Layton:
Layton:
Unfortunately, Inquisitor Barnham... such a plan was simply not possible.
Barnham:
Wh-what...?!
Layton:
Mr Wright, do you understand what I'm suggesting?
Phoenix:
...Yes! (He means the reason Ms Kira made herself reappear at the crime scene... Okay, this is it...)
Judge:
Defender! Enlighten us... Why did the witness feel the need to make herself reappear?
Someone found her glasses
Phoenix:
The answer is simple, Your Honour... Someone must have found her glasses!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...That's not possible. There are no reports of glasses having been found anywhere near the crime scene!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, what if some heartless witness found them and decided to take them home?
Wordsmith:
I say! I am not some "heartless" cretin!
Mary:
Snowy and I were only interested in the milk, not some useless pair of glasses!
Emeer:
Look here, Bluey! Do I look like the kinda guy who would take someone else's stuff like that?!
Knightle:
...Absurd!
Layton:
That was quite the all-out attack...
Phoenix:
(I guess that means...I was wrong, huh?)
Layton:
We can end this in one fell swoop. Now then, Mr Wright! Let's give this a bit more thought, shall we?
Phoenix:
...Got it!
Leads back to:
"Defender! Enlighten us..."
She couldn't find her glasses
Leads to:
"The answer is simple, Your Honour... she couldn't find her glasses!"
She broke her glasses
Phoenix:
The answer is clear, Your Honour... The lenses on her glasses must've broken!
Barnham:
"Clear"...you say?
Phoenix:
Clear as day! How else do you explain the fact she's not wearing them right this minute?!
Wordsmith:
............
Mary:
............
Emeer:
............
Knightle:
............
Layton:
Perhaps your point is not as clear as you thought it was.
Phoenix:
(Uh...I think the only thing broken here is my confidence...)
Layton:
We can end this in one fell swoop. Now then, Mr Wright! Let's give this a bit more thought, shall we?
Phoenix:
...Got it!
Leads back to:
"Defender! Enlighten us..."
Phoenix:
The answer is simple, Your Honour... she couldn't find her glasses!
Barnham:
She...could not find them...?
Phoenix:
If you've noticed, she's still not wearing her glasses right now.
Kira:
...Nghh!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...Hold a moment, Sir Blue Knight! What does that have to do with anything?!
Kira:
Th-that's right! It doesn't change a single thing!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's where you're wrong. In fact...it changes things quite a bit.
Kira:
...!
Phoenix:
Tonight, the two victims were engulfed by flames, courtesy of a magic spell. That very instant, four witnesses saw the flames erupt at the scene. It was at that point... That something you didn't expect occurred: you suddenly lost your glasses.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
That's right. You were scared that if your glasses were discovered at the scene of the crime... you would be suspected of being a witch!
Barnham:
Barnham:
...What foolishness! Even if her glasses were found... she could simply have explained that she dropped them there days before the crime happened!
Layton:
Layton:
I'm afraid that is not a possibility, Inquisitor Barnham.
Barnham:
Wh-what did you say...?!
Layton:
If you recall, it had been raining quite heavily at the crime scene beforehand. Had she stated that she dropped her glasses before the crime, then naturally... one would expect the glasses to be soaked in water and covered in mud. However, the rain had already stopped at the time the crime itself was committed. In other words... One look at the clean, dry glasses would reveal she had dropped them later... Thus implicating her as the witch!
Kira:
...Nooooooooooooo!
Knightle:
I should have known... I was perfecting my "Rainfall Rending" technique in the forest... and not once during the rainfall did I see that flower maiden travelling along the nearby path!
Phoenix:
...That's not all! In order to frame Ms Cantabella as the witch... you needed to leave this witch's sceptre behind at the scene of the crime.
Judge:
I-I see! That would be the most definitive evidence that she is the witch...
Phoenix:
The objective here...was to have somebody else discover the staff at the scene.
Wordsmith:
Alas, that person was I!
Layton:
However... No doubt you came to realise that one can deduce which spells were used simply by examining the magic gems on the sceptre. In this case, one can see that the "witch" must have used Dimere to vanish from sight and make her escape.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
That's why, Ms Kira... you were left with no option but to reappear at the crime scene. That was the only way for you to avoid suspicion if someone were to discover your glasses at the crime scene! By reappearing, you'd be able to explain that you simply dropped your glasses when you rushed to see what had happened!
What do you have to say to that, Ms Kira?
Kira:
...... ...... You know... I've let you both ramble on and onnn... But...playtime is over.
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
So? So that's...it, then? I'm a witch because I dropped my glasses? I must have said it...how many times now? I lost my glasses days ago... Were you even listening? I'll say it again. Over a MILLION times! "I lost my glasses! I lost my glasses!" Do you LIKE evidence, Sir Defender? Do you LOVE proof, Sir Top Hat?! Then, PROVE I dropped my glasses at the crime scene! Ha! You CAN'T prove it! In. Other. Words. You lose.
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
............
............
Judge:
Th-that is correct... Proving such a thing...would indeed be impossible. To prove that the witness...dropped her glasses at the crime scene... ...What say you, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ 'Tis indeed a question of proof, Milord. These glasses have been missing from the very beginning. The Knights of the Inquisition...found no trace of these glasses anywhere near the crime scene. Therefore... this witness cannot, in any way, be accused of being a witch!
Kira:
You heard the man.
Maya:
B-but! We were so close!
Luke:
That girl is a witch! Can't anyone else see that?! What should we do, Professor?! ...Ah.
Layton:
...Well, it would seem the young lady has finished what she had to say, wouldn't you agree, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
...Yes. It certainly looks that way, Mr Layton.
Kira:
What the...? What's with that face? D-do you find something funny here?!
Layton:
...It is as you said, Inquisitor Barnham.
Barnham:
E-explain...
Layton:
The defence raises just one further question. Why were you unable to find those glasses?
Kira:
I... What do you mean...?!
Phoenix:
You must have searched the area quite thoroughly looking for them. And yet, even now the knights have been unable to locate those glasses. Did you ever wonder why?
Judge:
Yes, that has become quite the mystery! Surely they must be around somewhere...
Barnham:
The glasses were lost to the wolves. That is the only explanation!
Layton:
...There is still one remaining place that you have not searched tonight.
Kira:
Huh...? Wh-what did you say...?!
Phoenix:
The glasses were supposedly not found at the crime scene... Leaving only one other possible place!
Barnham:
Wh-what is this...? You two... Have at you, Sir Blue Knight! Draw your blade, and reveal to the court where the glasses are supposedly hiding!
Phoenix:
(It looks like I've somehow managed to make it through my first witch trial... It all comes down to this... The final piece of evidence... Time to clear up this case once and for all!)
Layton:
I leave the rest in your capable hands, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
The piece of evidence pointing to the one place not searched tonight is...
Present Bucket of Milk
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Tonight..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
The evidence you're looking for...is this right here!
Barnham:
...I now realise where our efforts should have been focused during our investigation. We should have searched the bakery where you work!
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?!
Barnham:
I'd have apprehended you and thrown you in the pillories myself, for impersonating a defender... You have proven yourself but a stale imitation of a true Court Knight.
Layton:
I believe he is referring to you, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, I gathered as much... (Looks like that wasn't right...)
Judge:
Such reckless claims are completely unacceptable at any point in a trial, let alone at such a pivotal stage. I cannot allow this to go unpunished, defender!
Maya:
Don't give up now! Try again! We're still in the home stretch here, Nick!
Phoenix:
(This is it. This last piece of evidence... I have to get this right, for Espella!)
Leads back to:
"The piece of evidence pointing to the one place not searched tonight is..."
Phoenix:
Tonight... there was one thing that was carried away from the crime scene right under everyone's noses.
Kira:
C-carried away...?
Phoenix:
I am speaking, of course, about this.
Kira:
...Ah!
Barnham:
That's...the milk bucket that disappeared from the crime scene!
Layton:
Thus far, the defence's claim that the glasses were dropped at the crime scene has been regarded as mere speculation. ...However. If, Miss Kira, we find your glasses within the contents of this milk bucket... then our "mere speculation" will suddenly become fact!
Barnham:
Wh-what manner of witchery...?
Kira:
...What are you TALKING about?! Y-you're crazy! Just...crazy! N-no way could my glasses be inside that stupid bucket! That's just impossible!
Phoenix:
How about we quit with the speculation and actually find out...? What do you say, Inquisitor Barnham?
Kira:
Th-that'll just waste the court's time! D-don't listen to them! Don't...
Barnham:
............ 'Tis mandated...that the Knights of the Inquisition investigate any and all possibilities during the course of a trial.
Kira:
...!
Barnham:
Milord! The inquisition requests that this milk bucket be searched immediately!
Judge:
...V-very well! ...... ......... ............ Oh! Wh-what... WHAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
...Ms Kira. As you can see, your glasses have been found inside the milk bucket. The truth is out. Nothing you say can change that now.
Layton:
Which leads us to the next question... Specifically, a question of when. When did you drop your glasses into the milk bucket...?
Barnham:
...! Wh-what...?
Kira:
Wh-why is this happening?! This whole thing is ridiculous! Th-the answer is obvious, isn't it?! I dropped them afterwards! After I ran over to see the fire... I took a tiny peek inside that milk bucket! That's when they fell in...
Mary:
Mary:
...Don't be stupid, child. Snowy and I were at the scene first. We made sure to take that milk bucket before anyone else could get their grubby little hands on it. We weren't going to let a single soul get anywhere near that sweet, creamy bucket of deliciousness! You can bet my farm on that!
Kira:
...Ngh!
Phoenix:
Each of these four witnesses has stated they heard the spell Ignaize being cast at the time of the incident. According to the Grand Grimoire... Ignaize "summons a circle of flame within a 1 metre radius of the caster". In other words... the real witch must have been at Ms Cantabella's side at the time of the incident.
Layton:
...Indeed. That is when the glasses fell into the milk bucket. Therefore, there is only one logical conclusion. Only one person who could be the true witch.
Kira:
...Ngh... Nghhh...Nghhh...
Ms Kira! You are the real witch!
Judge:
What a very strange trial this has been... From the very beginning, we have all paid witness to an unusual set of circumstances. A baker turned defender, a surprise extra witness...and now, a "not guilty" verdict for the accused... Never have I seen such a spectacle!
...............I-is this really happening...?The girl inside the cage... You mean she's...the real witch...?But... What about that Espella Cantabella girl...?
Phoenix:
...Ms Kira.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
Tell us WHY... Why were you trying to frame Ms Cantabella?
Kira:
............
Layton:
You could easily have escaped the crime scene without a trace. There was no reason to frame anyone... This crime was a result of nothing but your overwhelming ill intent.
Barnham:
To frame a person as a witch... is to condemn that person to death by fire. Surely you must know this... so why Espella Cantabella?
Kira:
............ Do you have any idea what it feels like to be a witch?
Phoenix:
...! (What it..."feels like"...?)
Kira:
...I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for these powers, but I have them. And now, here I am... Begging for my life... I was living such a peaceful life until now. Selling flowers, getting scolded by my boss for not selling enough of them... That's why I was trying to put an end to these trials once and for all.
Phoenix:
Put an end to the trials?
Kira:
You all know what I mean! The one condition written in the Story that will end these witch trials!
Judge:
When the Great Witch Bezella has been put to the flames and vanquished from this world, these trials will come to an end...
Kira:
This was my chance to finally end all this. ...At least, that's what I thought. The sun had begun to set on that lonely forest path, and there wasn't a soul in sight. I always carried my hidden Talea Magica with me in case of a moment like this... I used my magic to expose that girl for what she really is! If I had been successful... then all these trials would finally end and I could go on living my peaceful life...
Judge:
...What-what-what are you saying...?! A-am I hearing this correctly...? Are you actually accusing Espella Cantabella...?
Kira:
Why do you think no one has ever seen the legendary Great Witch? It's because she's been hidden in our midst the entire time! She's protected! She's hidden from us! It's all part of the Story!
Judge:
P-part of the Story...?
Barnham:
Barnham:
...That's enough! Speak no more. A witch's existence cannot be justified.
Kira:
No! Please! I know you've all noticed it too! You could end this! All of this! That girl... It's all because of that girl... I beg you, please! She's... Please release me! Knights of the Court, isn't it your duty to protect the people of this town?! Give me another chance!
Barnham:
...That is where you're wrong.
Kira:
Huh...?
Barnham:
'Tis indeed a knight's duty to protect... We are impelled to protect the citizens of Labyrinthia...against you and your ilk! The reason you were offered my protection until now was because your guilt was uncertain. There was the possibility that you were not a witch... The circumstances were such that it seemed another was guilty. That possibility has since disappeared and your innocence along with it. You now find yourself at the other end of my sword.
Kira:
N-no...
Barnham:
Vile witch, enemy of Labyrinthia! May the fires purge you from this land!
Espella:
Espella:
Please, wait! Stop...please just stop this!
Phoenix:
E-Espella!
Espella:
If...if it means putting an end to these horrible trials... Let me take her place! Let me be Bezella! Send me to the flames! P-please... If it would save her lif-
Judge:
This trial has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that this flower seller, Kira, is a witch. And according to the law, all those found to be witches will be executed.
Phoenix:
D-did he say "executed"? He can't mean...
Layton:
This is most unsettling!
Judge:
...Bailiff! Ready the fire!
Espella:
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Anime cutscene
Layton:
No!
Phoenix:
No! Don't do this!
Kira:
Listen to me! Don't let her fool you! Espella is the Great Witch! Hear me! There's no time to waste! She's Bezella! Take her... and then these witch trials... will be no more! The witch trials will end-
Waiting Hall
Phoenix:
(So far we've always managed to pull off a win and get a "not guilty" verdict, but... winning has never felt this depressing...) ...Oh, Espella! Are you all right?
Espella:
Yes. I just... I just want to thank all of you. You all came to my rescue yet again.
Phoenix:
...Well, yeah. Of course we did.
Maya:
H-hold on a sec', Espella! What...did you say just now? "You all came to my rescue yet again"... You don't mean...?
Espella:
Yes. I...remember everything. I remember the last trial... I suppose that makes this the second time we've met...and the second time all of you have helped me.
Layton:
...! Mr Wright, am I to infer that you and Espella have met before?
Phoenix:
Ah... Yeah, it seems that way. You too, Mr Layton?
Layton:
...Hmm. Perhaps it would be best if we briefed each other on what has transpired.
Phoenix:
(Okay, what should we discuss...?)
What happened in London
Layton:
Espella paid us a visit in London. She had in her possession a letter from an old acquaintance of mine.
Phoenix:
Is that right...?
Luke:
Mr Accidenti helped drive Espella straight out of Labyrinthia!
Espella:
...You both kept me safe from the witches that were chasing me.
Maya:
Wait, did you say "witches"...? So they appeared in London too?
Layton:
Regrettably, I am unable to say that our protection was absolute. When we saw you last, it seemed you'd managed to escape, courtesy of that passing freighter.
Luke:
O-oh yeah! That's right! What happened to you after that, Espella?
Espella:
I rode the ship along the river for a while... before arriving at a nearby port. And then... that's when I met Mr Wright and Maya.
What happened on the ship
Espella:
I didn't know where the ship would end up... I...I felt very lonely out there...
Layton:
Please accept my sincerest apologies. I'm afraid there was nothing else I could do to prevent it.
Espella:
No, no! Please don't blame yourself, Mr Layton! I...just didn't know what to do. So I tried to look for something...anything on the ship that might help me.
Maya:
Boy, you sure found something, all right! Or rather, someone... You ran into a master thief working as part of the ship's crew!
Espella:
...Yes, that's right.
Luke:
D-did you say..."master thief"? C-crikey! That's amazing!
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't exactly say it was "amazing".)
Espella:
After that, I was taken to court...and that's when Mr Wright helped me.
Layton:
...I see. Then, perhaps... somewhere deep within your mind must have existed a memory of that previous trial... and of Mr Wright. Hence why you thought to seek out his help when you found yourself in such an unfortunate situation this evening.
Maya:
That makes sense! After all, Nick did make legal history that day in jolly old England!
Luke:
D-did you say he made "history"...? W-wow! That's incredible, right, Professor?
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't exactly say I made "history"...)
Espella:
But then...after that, I was never able to find my way back to the professor. Even after I went through the pains of finding that clue, it ended up being taken away from me...
Phoenix:
A clue, you say?
Espella:
Yes. The tag that was hanging around the neck of that sweet little stuffed toy.
Phoenix:
(That tag...was a clue? A clue for what?)
The stuffed toy's tag (appears after "What happened in London" and "What happened on the ship")
Leads to:
"I had a lot of time to think while I was on that ship."
Espella:
I had a lot of time to think while I was on that ship. I thought about a lot of things... Like how to try and find a way back once the ship arrived at its destination. Things like that...
Maya:
"Find a way back"...?
Espella:
A way back to Mr Layton and Luke... They were the only ones I knew I could depend on to help me.
Layton:
...The pleasure was ours, Espella.
Espella:
But...no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember the name of the town where they lived.
Luke:
Huh?! You mean London, Espella?
Espella:
Oh! That's it! "London"! That's what was written in Carmine's letter to Mr Layton. ...The blue teddy bear I found in that room was wearing a tag around its neck.
Phoenix:
(Sorry, Espella...but PC Badger looks nothing like a teddy bear.)
Espella:
On the tag, in very small letters, was written "London"! I recognised the name of the town... I thought it might be an address.
Phoenix:
That's because that stuffed toy was used in a special promotion, run by the London Metropolitan Police.
Maya:
Oh, that's right! Espella, you must have known that address was super important, so that's why you kept the tag, right? That way you could meet up with Mr Layton and Luke again.
Espella:
I just...felt so lonely and helpless...
Layton:
............
Maya:
I wonder, though... Who do you think really did it? Hit Olivia over the head with a pipe, I mean...
Layton:
...What's this?
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah...I guess we never did find out who the real culprit was...
Layton:
............ I do believe that may have some connection to the group of witches.
Espella:
What?! You mean, the witches that were chasing us through London?
Layton:
Indeed. It could be that they noticed your escape on to that ship and managed to infiltrate their own way aboard.
Espella:
C-could it be...?
Maya:
Soooo...you're saying there was some big, scary witch lurking around the inside of that cargo hold?!
Layton:
...I'm afraid there is a rather high possibility that was the case. Those witches were intent on seeing you brought back to Labyrinthia, no matter what. However, in order to do so, they had to make certain you did not become entangled in any situation that may stall your capture.
Phoenix:
Ah... In other words, the situation with Ms Aldente, you mean?
Layton:
...Precisely. They must have knocked that crew member unconscious and attempted to recapture Espella before the police could arrive. However, their plan was clearly foiled, given that you ended up in court regardless. ............
Phoenix:
(And that's when she became my client...)
Espella:
I...I just can't clearly remember anything that happened back then.
Phoenix:
Do you think there's a possibility that someone was pulling Espella's strings through the entire trial?
Maya:
Hey, maybe you're right... There was something a little strange about Espella at the time.
Layton:
Mr Wright. Espella was introduced to you at the time as a schoolgirl, is that correct?
Phoenix:
Y-yes.
Layton:
She would have had no knowledge of the world outside of Labyrinthia. That being the case, having her stand in an English courtroom as she was would pose a serious problem... Meaning that someone must have been attempting to cover up Espella's identity.
Luke:
What?! But, Professor...could someone really do that?
Layton:
That they could indeed, Luke. And if it is as I suspect... I believe our adversaries may be far more powerful than we originally thought.
Phoenix:
(Just exactly who, or what, are we dealing with here...?)
Espella:
............
Maya:
Hey, guys! Let's head back to the bakery for now! I bet the boss is waiting for us with one heck of a pastry feast!
Espella:
Oh... Actually, I... I can't go home just yet.
Luke:
Huh?! You can't? Aww...
Espella:
Well, there are still a couple of legal procedures to be taken care of before I can go home. Please, you all go on ahead without me.
Layton:
...Is that so? Very well.
Espella:
I really must thank you all. Thank you so much for everything.
Maya:
All righty then, Espella! We'll catch you later!
Espella:
Yes. Farewell for now.
Layton:
Mr Wright, please allow me the pleasure of a proper introduction. My name is Hershel Layton. I am a professor of archaeology in London.
Phoenix:
A...a professor...? Huh... Well, my name is Phoenix Wright. I'm an attorney.
Layton:
As I suspected, you were no ordinary baker after all, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Yeah...I thought it was pretty weird myself, to be honest. I mean, I really did believe I'd been a baker all my life... But the more everyone kept saying it, the less sure I was that it was actually true. (Just where did that memory come from, anyway...?)
Luke:
Hey, Professor... If Mr Wright is an attorney, that must mean he's as smart as you, right?
Layton:
Ha ha. I'm afraid I can't really say, Luke.
Maya:
Hmm...buuuuuut... Behind every ace attorney there's an even smarter - not to mention beautiful, witty and utterly amazing - ace assistant!
Phoenix:
...I think you also forgot humble.
Luke:
My name's Luke Triton. I'm the professor's apprentice!
Maya:
I'm Maya Fey. And Nick here is my apprentice! Isn't that right, Nicky-boy?
Phoenix:
"Nicky-boy"...? Hey, wait! Why am I YOUR apprentice?!
Maya:
Anyway, we should all head back to the bakery. Let's get a move on!
Phoenix:
I'm sure Espella will be back before we know it!
???:
...I would not get your hopes up about that, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
I-Inquisitor Barnham!
Barnham:
Most impressive work tonight... 'Tis a shame you have kept such ability hidden until now.
Maya:
Trust me, Nick's lawyer abilities beat the pants off his baking abilities any day of the week.
Phoenix:
Okay, moving on! What do you mean by that, Inquisitor? Why can't Espella go home?!
Barnham:
New charges have been brought against Ms Espella Cantabella.
Luke:
What?! N-no way... That can't be right!
Barnham:
You have realised it, haven't you? She is being charged under suspicion of being the Great Witch Bezella...
Phoenix:
Sh-she what...?!
Layton:
How can that be? Am I to assume that charge is based purely on Miss Kira's accusation?
Barnham:
............ It was not I who made the decision...
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Barnham:
Regardless... the girl will return to court at the appointed time for further trial. Until then, I am to seek out any and all evidence pertaining to the Great Witch.
Layton:
Pardon me, Inquisitor. When exactly is this appointed time?
Barnham:
...The investigation into this allegation will conclude on the day of the Storyteller's next parade. That would be...two weeks from today. Following our investigations into the matter, the trial of the Great Witch shall proceed.
Phoenix:
(Wh-what the...?!)
Barnham:
It would appear the girl has been withholding a dark secret from you all.
Phoenix:
(...Espella...)
Barnham:
Espella Cantabella's questioning is set to begin shortly. That means visiting hours are over... I recommend you leave immediately.
Phoenix:
(Espella? The legendary Great Witch Bezella...?)
Layton:
The Story that dictates the fate of an entire town...and now a so-called "Great Witch" named Bezella... Most intriguing. It would seem to be up to us to uncover the answers to these mysteries.
Phoenix:
But how are we supposed to manage it all in two weeks? Where are we going to find any evidence?!
Maya:
Hm... Y'know, I was thinking... How do you address a Great Witch...? "Hail to thee, oh magnificent magical one!" Or maybe just: "Wassup, witchy baby?"
Phoenix:
What difference would it make? She's called a "great witch"! That's not someone I'd ever wanna meet!
Layton:
............ I believe I've thought of a solution to our problem. It's actually rather simple.
Phoenix:
P-Professor Layton?
Layton:
Allow me to explain, Mr Wright. The only way we may be able to solve the mysteries of this town and its residents is if we join forces.
Phoenix:
............ (...He's right. We've come this far... There's no way we're just going to give up on Espella!) Okay, I'm on board. I look forward to teaming up with you, Professor.
Maya:
Me too, Luke!
Luke:
Um...m-me too, Maya!
Layton:
Now then, shall we press on? This marks the beginning of our own story... one dictated by ourselves and written by our own hands.
To Be Continued...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Maya Fey as co-counsel)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
It does? I don't see anything out of the ordinary.
Phoenix:
Huh? Is that so?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Let that be a lesson, defender. I recommend the defender take more care in raising his objections...or else.
Phoenix:
(I have a feeling the judge's gavel has something to do with that "or else"...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Maya Fey as co-counsel)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honour! There is something odd in this witness' [sic] testimony!
Judge:
Hm...? I don't see anything odd...
Phoenix:
There's an...um...contradiction... somewhere in there...I think...
Judge:
From the look on your face, I can see that you are not convinced. I'm afraid I must hand down a penalty, defender.
Phoenix:
(...And I'm convinced from the look on your face you really loved handing down that penalty, Your Honour...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Maya Fey or Hershel Layton as co-counsel)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
...Are you saying that piece of evidence is somehow relevant to this statement?
Phoenix:
...It isn't, is it?
Judge:
It is not. But this penalty is certainly relevant to your performance.
Phoenix:
(I really think...the judge enjoys handing down these penalties.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Hershel Layton as co-counsel)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This evidence proves there's a contradiction in the witness' [sic] testimony!
Judge:
...Does it? I don't see how it does.
Phoenix:
...Penalty?
Judge:
Penalty.
Phoenix:
(...If only there was a magic spell for objections...)
Maya:
That'd be a REALLY lame spell, Nick!
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Hershel Layton as co-counsel)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There is a huge contradiction in this testimony, Your Honour!
Judge:
Unfortunately, I do not see anything out of the ordinary here, defender.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaarrrgh! (Shoot. I was way too hasty in presenting that evidence!)
Maya:
Y'know what they say, Nick: "Haste makes waste."
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (during cross-examination segment "The Mystery of the Witch's Sceptre")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...There! How's that for "decisive" evidence?
Judge:
Unfortunately, our idea of what constitutes "decisive" evidence differs greatly. Defender, please refrain from hurling such ridiculous evidence!
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry, Your Honour...
Barnham:
Or next time it shall be you that is "hurled" from this courtroom, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
(...Yikes. No need to get physical...)
Question Wordsmith incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Wordsmith?
Wordsmith:
............ What is it, young one?
Phoenix:
Do you have something to say about the testimony just now?
Wordsmith:
............ My mind is like the mid-afternoon sun... serene and hazy, mellow and yellow... As the day rolls on and the sun sets... My forgotten thoughts are my only regret...
Maya:
It looks like he has a lot to say... none of it about the testimony.
Phoenix:
Either that or he just isn't even listening.
Judge:
...Witnesses, continue with your testimony!
Question Mary incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Mary?
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
Do you have something to say about the testimony just now?
Snowy:
Baaa!
Phoenix:
Hello? Ms Mary...!
Mary:
Baaa!
Maya:
Doesn't look like she has anything to say. The goat sure does, though.
Phoenix:
(Ugh...this witness is starting to get my goat.)
Judge:
...Witnesses, continue with your testimony!
Question Kira incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Kira?
Kira:
...! Wh-what do you want?
Phoenix:
Do you have something to say about the testimony just now?
Kira:
I've got far more important things on my mind right now. Like, will my boss fire me if I don't sell any flowers tonight?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Kira:
He fires me. He fires me not. He fires me. He fires me not. He fires me. He fires me not...
Maya:
Nope. She's got nothing, Nick. ...Except maybe the sack.
Phoenix:
I honestly didn't think being a flower seller could be so...stressful.
Judge:
...Witnesses, continue with your testimony!
Question Knightle incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Knightle.
Knightle:
...What is it that you want to ask, baker turned defender?
Phoenix:
Do you have something to say about the testimony just now?
Knightle:
"Something to say"? Hm...I have but one thing. The path to knighthood is an arduous one, but I remain steadfast in my resolve, as I travel down this long road!
Phoenix:
............ Thank you for...that, Mr Knightle. Whatever that was.
Judge:
...Witness, please continue with your testimony!
Question "Some Guy" incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, uh...mister?
Some Guy:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* Hey, gimme a sec while I polish off this drinky-poo here. All right, Bluey?
Phoenix:
O-okay.
Some Guy:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
...Are you almost done?
Some Guy:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
Um... How much more do you have left?
Some Guy:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
Um...never mind. Let's just move on.
Judge:
...Witness, please continue with your testimony!
Question Emeer incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, uh...mister?
Emeer:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* Hey, gimme a sec while I polish off this drinky-poo here. All right, Bluey?
Phoenix:
O-okay?
Emeer:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
...Are you almost done?
Emeer:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
Um... How much more do you have left?
Emeer:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
Um... I don't think he's ever going to finish.
Judge:
...Witness, please continue with your testimony!
Too many penalties
Judge:
The court sees no reason to further continue this trial. The real identity of the accused has been thoroughly proven. As such, the court finds the accused, Miss Espella Cantabella...
Guilty
Judge:
...Your kind is a pox upon our land, and for that you must be sent to the fire. Detestable creature of magic! May the flames purge you from this earth!
The First Story
Transcript
Epilogue
The First Story
Special Court
Judge:
I don't quite know what to say... I am truly shocked... ...to see the Storyteller again! Alive and well!
Storyteller:
This was unexpected by me too, as I did not plan to appear before you all again. I was convinced that you would all see the last of me at the parade.
Judge:
But...this is the trial for your murder! And you are alive...
Maya:
Yeah! See? No one was killed! So let's call this whole thing off and never have witch trials again!
Phoenix:
Wh-whoa, Maya...take it easy. We're still in court, remember?
Maya:
But what's the point of this? The Storyteller wasn't killed! Espella would never do anything to harm her dad!
Layton:
Layton:
If only it was as simple as that to end this trial. However, it is not, Miss Fey.
Maya:
But...Professor!
Layton:
Search your memory and you will know the reason why. The crime Miss Cantabella is accused of is not just murder. The purpose of the Witches' Court is to sentence the witches for what they are. Isn't that right, Mr Storyteller?
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
I fully intend to expose the true identity of Bezella. And this would not be possible... ...without you, Mr Storyteller, on the witness stand.
Storyteller:
I see... And so, you assumed the role of an inquisitor just to lure me here?
Layton:
Be that as it may, the inquisition still maintains that... Espella Cantabella is the Great Witch Bezella!
Espella:
............ Dad...
Storyteller:
It's been a long time, Espella. Four years, in fact. You must have experienced many hardships, living among the townsfolk. This daughter of mine...never fits in with the others, no matter how hard she tries.
Espella:
No, it wasn't quite like that. There were people who supported me. Aunt Patty was very kind, and the customers who came to our bakery were nice to me.
Storyteller:
I'm happy to hear that. I wanted to watch over you, ever since you left for the town. But in the end...I failed to do so. I had no idea of what was happening to you. I am...very sorry, Espella.
Espella:
Oh, Dad, you don't need to apologise to me for anything. It's me that owes you an apology. I was...I was...trying to hurt you...
Storyteller:
It was all my fault, not yours. There's no reason for you to blame yourself.
Espella:
Dad...I'm happy we got to talk.
Storyteller:
Espella...
Espella:
You were so busy writing everyone's stories that we stopped talking to each other... Before...it was different. You used to have time for me.
Storyteller:
Please forgive me. Why did it have to come to this...
Layton:
Mr Storyteller. It's time to put everything in order now.
Storyteller:
...!
Layton:
The townsfolk and your daughter deserve to know the truth. The truth about yourself and the Story.
Storyteller:
............ Yes, I suppose it is time I told you the truth. ...Your Honour!
Judge:
Y-yes, Mr Storyteller?
Storyteller:
Let us begin. In this trial...I shall be judged.
Judge:
............ Understood. The witness shall testify!
Storyteller:
People of Labyrinthia who have gathered in this court! I will now tell you the true story. Many of you will certainly find it hard to believe and difficult to accept. Nevertheless, I ask you to please lend me an ear and listen with open minds. Espella, my dear daughter... I ask you to do the same, too.
Espella:
............
Witness Testimony
- The Truth about Labyrinthia -
Storyteller:
Although you know me as the Storyteller, I have one more identity. I am the president of Labrelum Inc.
This whole town...is one of Labrelum's research facilities. It may be hard for you to comprehend...
This land is rich in a very special substance, which affects everyone who lives here.
This substance enables the manipulation of people's minds. And that is what Labrelum is researching.
This experiment began ten years ago. The townsfolk all became test subjects.
............
Judge:
............ I...I don't understand. What does it all mean? I don't quite understand what I've just heard.
Storyteller:
I do not blame you. I suppose all the townsfolk are just as confused. Labyrinthia is an artificial town, created entirely by me. But, of course...
as artificial as it may be, it is the reality for those that live here. For the past ten years...I have been bringing the illusion to life by writing the Story.
Judge:
I...I am lost for words. It feels as if the whole world has been turned on its head.
Layton:
Your Honour, it is certainly not an easy matter to grasp this new situation at once. Regardless, I suggest we hear more of what the witness has to say.
Judge:
Yes, I agree, let's continue. The defence may begin the interrogation!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Honour.
Cross Examination
- The Truth about Labyrinthia -
Storyteller:
Although you know me as the Storyteller, I have one more identity. I am the president of Labrelum Inc.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
............ (Uhm... This is too much! I don't even know where to start!)
Layton:
Labrelum Inc.? That's a name I have heard before. It is a global pharmaceutical company with headquarters in England. If my memory serves me right, it was founded by Arthur Cantabella.
Storyteller:
Indeed. That is my true name.
Layton:
Were you familiar with that, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
S-sure! Yeah! I've, uhh...heard of Labrelum Inc., of course.
Layton:
Labrelum Inc. is known for developing a completely harmless anaesthetic about 20 years ago. It is now widely used in hospitals all around the world. The company is also working on various other plant-derived sedatives, revolutionising medicine.
Storyteller:
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by your vast knowledge, Mr Layton.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's irrelevant! That fact is just based on the real world we're from, not Labyrinthia!
Layton:
The real world, Mr Wright? Then what would you call the world we are in now? Do you think this is a fantasy?
Phoenix:
No, that's not quite what I meant...
Layton:
Mr Wright, I do not mean to be so rude as to presume I know what thoughts are running through your head... However, Labyrinthia is certainly not a place within a book or in the past. Labyrinthia is a part of the world we know!
Phoenix:
Huh... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Maya:
But, but! How could a town like this exist in the real world?
Layton:
Do you think it's impossible? Why would that be? Are you saying that everyone would know about an unusual town like this, if it existed?
Maya:
It's...something like that. Anyway, it would be on a map, at least!
Storyteller:
No. I'm afraid that cannot be so.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Storyteller:
This town is not marked on any map. It doesn't officially exist.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?
Storyteller:
The answer is quite simple.
Storyteller:
This whole town...is one of Labrelum's research facilities. It may be hard for you to comprehend...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This whole town is a research facility?
Storyteller:
Yes. This whole area is a private property of Labrelum Inc.
Phoenix:
So...they own all this land, then.
Storyteller:
That is why Labyrinthia is not marked on any map and people from the outside cannot enter. We have taken measures to ensure that this town is not noticed by local residents.
Phoenix:
What measures are you talking about?
Layton:
Consider the fact that magic is supposed to exist in this town. Perhaps special mechanisms that were used to create "magic" also serve to conceal Labyrinthia. There are limits to what "magic" the Shades are capable of producing on their own, after all.
Storyteller:
That is the case indeed. The "magic" in this town has been made feasible owing to the latest technology.
Judge:
Tech...technology? Tricks? I cannot believe this...
Layton:
However, there is one question... There is no industry in Labyrinthia. How do you obtain necessary commodities?
Storyteller:
Very observant, aren't you? All commodities are regularly shipped in by sea. A young man once made his way here on a freighter and took Espella out of the town.
Layton:
That was Carmine Accidenti, a friend of mine.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I see... But, is something on this scale really possible?)
Storyteller:
As you might suspect, it would be beyond the power of Labrelum Inc. to keep a facility this size a secret for so long. Labyrinthia is a project co-funded by the British government.
Phoenix:
What? It's a government project? But what would be their stake in this?
Storyteller:
............ It's all because of my beliefs.
Phoenix:
(His beliefs?)
Judge:
............ Ah, by the way...
Storyteller:
Yes? Your Honour?
Judge:
What is a research facility? I've never heard of anything like that before.
Storyteller:
Ah yes, that was careless of me. Naturally, you wouldn't know what it means. How should I explain... This whole town is my creation.
Judge:
Ah, that's what it was about! In other words, it's all your Story. That makes it all clear.
Phoenix:
(Swing and a miss, Your Honour...)
Storyteller:
Getting back to the topic... There is an important reason why we have chosen to build such a facility here.
Storyteller:
This land is rich in a very special substance, which affects everyone who lives here.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
A special substance? What does it actually do?
Storyteller:
This area has been isolated since ancient times, developing its own unique culture.
Layton:
There are underground ruins on the verge of the town. We've found writings there, presumably left by the natives of this land. A bell that was supposed to be there was missing.
Storyteller:
............ So you have seen the ruins. I suspected that you would find them. Then perhaps you have also noticed... that everyone who lives here has a very peculiar condition.
Judge:
A peculiar condition, you say! [sic] I can't just sit here quietly like a patient old man when you're saying such things! Just what kind of condition is it?
Storyteller:
You have every right to know. This condition makes people fall unconscious upon the sound of a certain metal being struck.
Phoenix:
M-metal? What kind of metal?
Storyteller:
Pure silver. And so there is not a single object made of silver in Labyrinthia.
Phoenix:
(Now that I think of it, that's true. Just imagine what a disaster a fancy dinner would be, if everyone fainted whenever they used silver cutlery...)
Storyteller:
This condition is an integral part of "magic".
Layton:
How so?
Storyteller:
All inhabitants of Eldwitch Woods carry small silver bells.
Layton:
I see now. The Shades ring the bells when they need to create the illusion of magic. Everyone present falls unconscious, and the Shades set to their work.
Maya:
Oh, look at where that Shade's hand was! So that's the secret of the time-stealing magic Darklaw told us about!
Phoenix:
(Now that they mention it... Kira had a small bell with her when we saw her back at the marketplace...)
Storyteller:
We have been researching this condition at Labrelum Inc. And finally, we discovered its cause. It was the groundwater.
Judge:
Water causes it?
Storyteller:
The groundwater contains a certain unique substance found in the soil in this area.
Maya:
So if you drink that water, you get this... silver allergy thing?
Judge:
B-but...of course we've been drinking it. It's impossible to live without water.
Storyteller:
Of course. That's why everyone who lives here has that condition.
Judge:
Oh...oh dear...
Storyteller:
You needn't worry. This condition is harmless. Especially as silver is unknown to the townsfolk.
Maya:
Hm, something's still not quite right though. If the sound of silver bells makes people pass out, why don't the Shades pass out, too?
Storyteller:
Although the effect of the substance in the groundwater is powerful, it doesn't last long. The condition will vanish after a day or so without drinking that water.
Phoenix:
Uhh...that's convenient...
Storyteller:
That substance's effects aren't limited to humans. It can also affect plants to a great extent.
Layton:
Plants...are affected by it?
Storyteller:
Our research was focused on the plants rather than humans.
Storyteller:
This substance enables the manipulation of people's minds. And that is what Labrelum is researching.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That sounds really scary... Just what is this about?
Storyteller:
The substance enters the groundwater, affecting organisms that consume it.
Layton:
People who drink it daily acquire that odd condition. They fall unconscious upon hearing the sound of silver metal.
Storyteller:
Yes. Although, the substance in the groundwater also has a tremendous effect on plants. Wild flowers in this area contain a certain poison.
Judge:
Upon my beard! Poison?
Storyteller:
This poison doesn't harm the body. It has the effect of manipulating the mind.
Phoenix:
So it brainwashes people...
Storyteller:
I've been writing the Story for ten years...
Layton:
The title of the Story is... Historia Labyrinthia?
Storyteller:
The ink I used to write it...was made from those plants.
Maya:
Oh, Nick! Do you remember how funny the ink smelled?
Storyteller:
That was the gas released when the ink evaporates. And that's where the trick is.
Maya:
Whaaat?
Storyteller:
Those that inhale the gas become extremely susceptible to suggestion.
Maya:
You mean, brainwashing?
Storyteller:
They will believe anything they are told, or anything they read, however strange or unrealistic. It will be imprinted into their minds as the truth!
Layton:
So that was the true purpose of the parades. Pages of the Story, written in that special ink, were regularly distributed among the townspeople. It was done so that everyone would be in a state of hypnosis.
Storyteller:
Indeed. "The Creation of a Fully Controlled Town with the Inhabitants Subject to Long-Term Hypnosis" That was one of the topics of our research.
Phoenix:
Then...the story that is written in the Historia Labyrinthia...
Layton:
You could call it a self-fulfilling prophecy, realised through the Shades' work and the hypnotic effect of the ink vapours.
Judge:
Is that...how it was all this time...
Phoenix:
(Labrelum used hypnosis to control all these people... I can't believe that the government was supporting that!)
Storyteller:
This experiment began ten years ago. The townsfolk all became test subjects.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
All the people subjected to this experiment have been living here all this time?
Storyteller:
No, we started with just a few people, gradually getting more and more.
Layton:
I must say that I am afraid of what the answer to this question might be, but where did these people come from? You haven't resorted to abduction by any chance, have you?
Storyteller:
Of course not. Every test subject signed a contract with Labrelum.
Phoenix:
A contract to have their memories erased and be used like pawns in a story?
Storyteller:
The current inhabitants of this town have one thing in common. They were all dissatisfied with their lives and wanted to start anew. Forgetting about their mistakes, forsaking unwanted identities. There are more people like that out there than you might think. They have all agreed to participate in our research.
Phoenix:
But...that's insane...
Storyteller:
It's not as unreasonable as you suggest. We give them a new identity, a chance to start their life again. In return, they subject themselves to hypnosis and live in this town as our test subjects. In order for this project to be possible... we suppress their memories of the past, including the memory of signing the contract. So, ultimately, they are not aware of what is going on.
Judge:
I couldn't agree more. I've got no idea what's going on.
Storyteller:
Let me make this clear, Mr Wright. We do not erase their memories. We suppress them. They will regain their memories of life before Labyrinthia once their contract is over.
Maya:
So, this place was uninhabited before you started this research ten years ago?
Storyteller:
............
Phoenix:
And you've managed to keep everyone in a state of hypnosis for ten years straight?
Maya:
Can you really hypnotise someone for that long? I mean, ten years is one heck of a long time.
Storyteller:
It was achieved through the distribution of the Story during parades. The ink vapours have a powerful effect, but it wouldn't last ten years, of course. With each parade, the effect was renewed. That's why the parades took place at regular intervals. That was the true purpose of that event.
Phoenix:
(All right...so that's it.)
Maya:
That was...sorta mind-blowing, wasn't it? The townspeople seem to be in shock. They've gone completely quiet.
Phoenix:
(No kidding. They just heard that their town is really a research facility run by some company.) At least Mr Cantabella seems prepared to tell us the whole, honest-to-goodness truth. So let's put our surprise to the side and get every last detail out of him.
Maya:
Yeah! Let's press him on everything he says, from start to finish!
Phoenix:
(It's a shocking revelation, even for us... I've got to stay focused and pay attention to everything he has to say.)
After pressing all statements:
............
Storyteller:
I have been born and raised here. It was a poor, small town with no industry to speak of, that had fallen behind the times. Ever since I was a child, I had one friend that was especially close to me. He was a bright boy, curious about the world. His name was Newton Belduke.
Judge:
Sir Newton Belduke...
The alchemist!
Maya:
So they were childhood friends... The plot thickens.
Storyteller:
He had always been interested in the unique natural features of this land. There was really nothing here, but to us this area was an exciting place worth exploring. And one day we made an astonishing discovery on the outskirts of the town. We stumbled upon the entrance to the underground caverns leading to the colossal ruins.
Whoa, look at that, Newton! This is so amazing! And this strange writing! I've never seen anything like it before!
We found ancient writings in the ruins. Newton managed to decode some of them. According to our findings, a highly advanced culture had existed on the land where our little town was built. Some great calamity had befallen the natives, and they migrated elsewhere. They believed that plants and water in that area were cursed by an entity they called the Great Witch Bezella. The natives sealed the curse within the ruins and left in search of a new home.
Storyteller:
That is all that we managed to decipher.
Phoenix:
Bezella's curse...
Layton:
It was sealed in the ruins, you say? Would that be the Bell of Ruin?
Storyteller:
The Bell...of Ruin...
Maya:
Oh, that's the bell from the bell tower. I wonder why it's got an ominous name like that.
Storyteller:
Regrettably, we couldn't get any further information from the writings at the time. Needless to say, Newton and I were very excited by the discovery.
I knew it! This place is special. It has some kind of mysterious power! If we could find out what that is, our humble town would become famous! You know what, I'm going to do that! I will unravel the mystery of this place!
Storyteller:
And so Newton began studying the indigenous plants, and substances dissolved in the groundwater. On the other hand, I studied economics and management at a university in London. I dreamed of bringing prosperity to this poor, forgotten town. I wanted to change it for the better with my own hands. Meanwhile, Newton had succeeded at extracting a new anaesthetic from the local plants.
Layton:
Was that the anaesthetic which led to the foundation of Labrelum?
Storyteller:
Yes. It was a huge success for Labrelum Inc. And before we knew it, we were making a fortune. We wanted the whole world to hear about our home town. Alas, fate was not kind to us, as we never realised that dream. Everyone in our town...had died. All the townspeople perished.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
Just what on earth happened to them?
Storyteller:
............ That does not matter any more. We purchased the environs of our town - the mountains, the lake, the plains...everything. Then, ten years ago... having received financial support from the government, we started Project Labyrinthia.
It was much smaller in the beginning. It started as no more than a village. Over the course of ten years, it slowly grew into a town. The population increased as well.
Layton:
More people were signing the contract with Labrelum, slowly increasing the number of inhabitants, correct?
Storyteller:
Yes. They would sign the contract, be hypnotised and assigned a role, and then be introduced to the world of the Story.
Phoenix:
............
Layton:
............
Judge:
............
............
Storyteller:
I have spoken at length. Thank you for patiently listening to my tale. "Bezella" is the name of a witch from an ancient legend that we read about in the ruins. It is a fictional character. She does not exist.
Judge:
B-but then...magic and witches...
Storyteller:
Magic is just an illusion. And there are no witches.
Maya:
All right, so it was all fake... That doesn't make it much better! Why did you write a story where people get killed with magic and witches are thrown into the fire? You could've made it a peaceful, pleasant world, where everyone would be happy!
Storyteller:
No, that was not possible.
Maya:
But why?
Storyteller:
This is a research facility, after all. We're researching ways to completely control human beings. Test subjects need to be exposed to extreme situations, so we decided on a fantasy setting. We wouldn't have got funding from the government otherwise. In other words, we're running a business.
............
Phoenix:
But just what instructions do you give to the people you hypnotise? You don't give each of them a full set of memories of their whole fictional life, do you?
Storyteller:
No, it's much more simple than that. We only give them two pieces of information. The first one - that they were born in this town. And the second was their new occupation. Then they fill in the gaps themselves, without being aware of it. The human mind requires a consistent story of one's life. Which means, of course... that no Labyrinthian has memories from earlier than ten years ago. No one has any memories from before they came to Labyrinthia.
Judge:
What...what are you saying...
That...that's all one big lie! I am who I am...But can you remember your childhood? I can't...That's true! I can't remember...even my parents!N-no way! I can't recall my own mother's face!
Storyteller:
As you can hear, no one can remember their real past. There are no exceptions.
............
Phoenix:
(Huh? Wait a second... No exceptions? I smell a contradiction here!)
Layton:
Ah, it seems Mr Wright, too, has noticed it now.
Storyteller:
What are you talking about, Layton?
Phoenix:
Mr Cantabella, you have just testified that... not a single citizen of this town remembers anything from more than ten years ago.
Storyteller:
Yes, as that is the truth.
Phoenix:
Now, that's a strange assertion, especially coming from you.
Storyteller:
What? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
There is one person in this town... who remembers what happened more than ten years ago!
Storyteller:
That cannot be! It is impossible. They must be merely imagining things now!
Layton:
Mr Wright, please enlighten us all. Who is this person that remembers their past?
Present Espella Cantabella profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Precisely, Mr Wright... That person is none other than Espella Cantabella."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Layton:
By the way, Mr Wright. Do you remember my name?
Phoenix:
Y-yes, of course! You're Hershel Layton!
Layton:
That's a weight off my mind. I was concerned for a moment that your memories had evaporated, too.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
That is to say, pull yourself together, defender!
Phoenix:
Arghhhhhhhh! (Dang.)
Maya:
Wow, you've been served some gentlemanly sarcasm, Nick!
Judge:
Well then, let's give the defence one more chance.
Phoenix:
(Someone in this court said they remember things that happened a long time ago... Now, who was that?)
Leads back to:
"Mr Wright, please enlighten us all."
Layton:
Precisely, Mr Wright... That person is none other than Espella Cantabella.
Storyteller:
What?! That's impossible!
Espella:
It's true, Dad! I...remember it clearly, as if it happened yesterday. The Legendary Fire!
Storyteller:
N-no, that's impossible! That's just your imagination, Espella!
Espella:
No, it's not! I couldn't remember it before, but it all came back to me! Because...I'm Bezella.
Storyteller:
No, no, no! Espella, there are no witches! That fire, it was just a bad dream!
Layton:
The inquisition would like to call Espella Cantabella to testify!
Judge:
Wh-what...
Layton:
Regardless of whether Miss Cantabella is Bezella or not... her memories may contain valuable clues!
Judge:
Hmph. Yes, that may be so.
Storyteller:
No, wait! I don't agree to this! This trial is over, Your Honour!
Layton:
Layton:
You seem to be forgetting something, Mr Cantabella. Your Story has ended. You are no longer in control.
Storyteller:
...!
Layton:
You are merely...one of the characters. And this is also why we will not cease seeking the truth until we find it.
Storyteller:
Grrrr!
Judge:
Defence, what is your opinion on this?
Phoenix:
(Espella keeps insisting that she's the witch Bezella. As her attorney, I should refuse to let her speak to the court. But what's really important now... is finding the truth, just as Layton said.) There's only one way to proceed with this trial. And that's...by questioning Ms Cantabella about her memories!
Judge:
In that case...the court summons Espella Cantabella as a witness! Attendants! Bring the accused to the witness stand!
Judge:
Now, witness. Testify about your memories of the Legendary Fire.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Witness Testimony
- The Legendary Fire -
Espella:
I was...just a little girl then. It happened during the annual fire festival.
Everyone was gathered in the town square for the fire festival, and I was watching them from the bell tower.
The Great Witch Bezella awoke within me and brought calamity upon the town.
An enormous fire dragon appeared. I was trembling with fear, terrified by what I had summoned.
Judge:
Witness, what you have told us... wasn't a bad dream or a fairy tale, but what you actually experienced?
Espella:
Yes, it was. Like I have already said. I remember it very clearly. The heat from the fire, the smell of smoke...
Storyteller:
Espella, what are you talking about...!
Layton:
............
Judge:
The defence may cross-examine the witness!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Honour. (Was there really a huge fire that destroyed the town? And what about Bezella? Is she even real? The answers are in Espella's testimony!)
Cross Examination
- The Legendary Fire -
Espella:
I was...just a little girl then. It happened during the annual fire festival.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you remember what age you were then?
Espella:
I'm not quite sure, but I think I was six or seven.
Layton:
And how old are you now?
Espella:
I'm 18 years old.
Judge:
That means those events did take place more than ten years ago. It's very odd that you have memories that old. But perhaps you're mistaken about your age at the time.
Layton:
Layton:
Your Honour, no one besides Espella has witnessed the Legendary Fire. Which would mean that the incident occurred before Labyrinthia was created, over ten years ago.
Judge:
Hmph... Yes... I suppose that makes sense.
Storyteller:
That doesn't make any sense at all! How many times do I need to tell you there are no witches, no magic! The Legendary Fire is just a story. This interrogation serves no purpose!
Judge:
Mr Cantabella. The court asks you to be quiet during another witness' [sic] testimony unless you are asked to speak.
Storyteller:
Grrrrr...!
Espella:
............
Espella:
Everyone was gathered in the town square for the fire festival, and I was watching them from the bell tower.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Could you tell us a little more about this "fire festival" you were watching?
Espella:
Yes, it seems to be an ancient custom in this area. The townspeople make a fire offering to the Great Witch Bezella so that she will not bring misfortunes upon them. A great fire is lit in the middle of the town square. The festival lasts all night long.
Judge:
That's correct. The festival takes place once every year. It is quite magnificent with all the townsfolk assembled in the square. Unless...it is a counterfeit memory, imprinted in our minds by you.
Storyteller:
No, this festival has been held here since before I was born. It appears to be a very old custom indeed.
Phoenix:
By the way, why were you in the bell tower in the first place?
Espella:
Huh?
Phoenix:
You know, you said everyone was at the town square. Why weren't you there?
Espella:
............ I can't remember. I probably went there...because Bezella awoke within me.
Layton:
Despite having vivid memories of the fire, you do not remember much of anything else that occurred at that time?
Espella:
Y-yes. I was at the top of the bell tower, looking down at people in the town square... Someone was with me there. Ah, that's right. It was Eve.
Phoenix:
(Eve... Her black cat, huh.)
Maya:
I didn't think Eve was that old.
Phoenix:
Hmm?
Espella:
Well, then...
Espella:
The Great Witch Bezella awoke within me and brought calamity upon the town.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you remember casting a spell?
Espella:
............ I...cannot remember. But the town, perishing in the flames so fast, is engraved in my memory...
Question Storyteller
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
You look upset, Mr Cantabella.
Storyteller:
............ Ah, pardon me. Did you want something?
Phoenix:
I'd like to know what you think about Espella's last statement.
Storyteller:
............ My opinion about all this has not changed since last time. It's all just a dream.
Espella:
...!
Storyteller:
Listen to me, Espella! You are not Bezella! There was no Legendary Fire!
Espella:
Dad...you have no idea how much I want to believe you! But...I just can't. I remember what I saw! And how it felt - the heat, the smoke!
Storyteller:
Magic doesn't exist; it belongs in fairy tales. There are no fire dragons either!
Layton:
Espella seems certain that she saw a fire dragon at that time. However, as long as we do not have any evidence to support or disprove this claim, we can't make any progress.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, do I have any relevant evidence? Anything that could demonstrate that the "fire dragon" Espella saw as a child was real...)
I have evidence
Phoenix:
Your Honour.
Judge:
What is it, defender?
Phoenix:
The defence will...present evidence.
Layton:
............
Storyteller:
Evidence? I suppose you mean evidence that will prove... that my daughter's memories of the dragon amount to nothing more than wild imagination?
Phoenix:
On the contrary... I'm pretty positive Espella did see the dragon.
Storyteller:
What? I thought you had more sense in you!
Judge:
Well, well, aren't we all curious about what the defence has got to show us? Present evidence that proves a dragon appeared in this town over ten years ago!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, how about this?!
Espella:
............
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
Mr Wright... You just said aloud "How about this?!" Was that addressed to anyone here?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
Ah, he seems to be confused.
Layton:
Perhaps you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realise... that you vocally expressed something obviously meant for yourself.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaack! (I knew it - it was the wrong evidence!)
Maya:
Nick, maybe we don't have the right thing to present just yet?
Phoenix:
Maybe. I wasn't too sure about that piece of evidence. It was more of a gamble, to tell you the truth... (I might need more information here.)
Judge:
Witness, continue your testimony!
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
I've got nothing
Phoenix:
(I don't think there's anything I could use.)
Layton:
............ I can understand your choice to be cautious with your judgement, Mr Wright. However, I must remind you... that the only way to discover the whole truth... is to bring to light the true nature of the dragon witnessed by the accused.
Phoenix:
............ (Hm, I guess he has a point there. Maybe I overlooked some clues in the testimony?)
Maya:
Let's arm ourselves to the teeth with evidence and give it another shot!
Phoenix:
All right. But first, we need more info.
Maya:
Time to do some pressing!
Judge:
Witness, continue your testimony.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
Judge:
That must be a very harrowing memory...
Espella:
I think that... whenever Bezella takes over my body, my consciousness drifts away. But, I'm sure of it! There's no mistake about me being Bezella!
Layton:
What makes you so certain about it?
Espella:
Because...because Eve has always been with me.
Phoenix:
You mean that black cat? How is that relevant?
Judge:
According to the legend of Bezella, she is always accompanied by a black cat. That small furry animal is actually her minion. In the stories, that is.
Espella:
Eve was there with me. I'm sure she was. And I saw the town, engulfed in flames!
Phoenix:
(These memories are causing her a lot of pain...)
Maya:
Espella...hang in there...
Press (after Fire Dragon Sketch is added to Court Record)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you remember casting a spell?
Espella:
............ I...cannot remember. But the town, perishing in the flames so fast, is engraved in my memory...
Question Storyteller
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
You look upset, Mr Cantabella.
Storyteller:
............ Ah, pardon me. Did you want something?
Phoenix:
I'd like to know what you think about Espella's last statement.
Storyteller:
............ My opinion about all this has not changed since last time. It's all just a dream.
Espella:
...!
Storyteller:
Listen to me, Espella! You are not Bezella! There was no Legendary Fire!
Espella:
Dad...you have no idea how much I want to believe you! But...I just can't. I remember what I saw! And how it felt - the heat, the smoke!
Storyteller:
Magic doesn't exist; it belongs in fairy tales. There are no fire dragons either!
Layton:
Espella seems certain that she saw a fire dragon at that time. However, as long as we do not have any evidence to support or disprove this claim, we can't make any progress.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, do I have any relevant evidence? Anything that could demonstrate that the "fire dragon" Espella saw as a child was real...)
I have evidence
Phoenix:
Your Honour.
Judge:
What is it, defender?
Phoenix:
The defence will...present evidence.
Layton:
............
Storyteller:
Evidence? I suppose you mean evidence that will prove... that my daughter's memories of the dragon amount to nothing more than wild imagination?
Phoenix:
On the contrary... I'm pretty positive Espella did see the dragon.
Storyteller:
What? I thought you had more sense in you!
Judge:
Well, well, aren't we all curious about what the defence has got to show us? Present evidence that proves a dragon appeared in this town over ten years ago!
Present Fire Dragon Sketch
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"It is, of course, Espella's drawing of the dragon."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, how about this?!
Espella:
............
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
Mr Wright... You just said aloud "How about this?!" Was that addressed to anyone here?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
Ah, he seems to be confused.
Layton:
Perhaps you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realise... that you vocally expressed something obviously meant for yourself.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaack! (I knew it - it was the wrong evidence!)
Maya:
Nick, maybe we don't have the right thing to present just yet?
Phoenix:
Maybe. I wasn't too sure about that piece of evidence. It was more of a gamble, to tell you the truth... (I might need more information here.)
Judge:
Witness, continue your testimony!
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
I've got nothing
Phoenix:
(I don't think there's anything I could use.)
Layton:
............ I can understand your choice to be cautious with your judgement, Mr Wright. However, I must remind you... that the only way to discover the whole truth... is to bring to light the true nature of the dragon witnessed by the accused.
Phoenix:
............ (Hm, I guess he has a point there. Maybe I overlooked some clues in the testimony?)
Maya:
Let's arm ourselves to the teeth with evidence and give it another shot!
Phoenix:
All right. But first, we need more info.
Maya:
Time to do some pressing!
Judge:
Witness, continue your testimony.
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
Judge:
That must be a very harrowing memory...
Espella:
I think that... whenever Bezella takes over my body, my consciousness drifts away. But, I'm sure of it! There's no mistake about me being Bezella! Because...because Eve has always been with me.
Phoenix:
You mean that black cat? How is that relevant?
Judge:
According to the legend of Bezella, she is always accompanied by a black cat. That small furry animal is actually her minion. In the stories, that is.
Espella:
Eve was there with me. I'm sure she was. And I saw the town, engulfed in flames!
Phoenix:
(These memories are causing her a lot of pain...)
Maya:
Espella...hang in there...
Espella:
An enormous fire dragon appeared. I was trembling with fear, terrified by what I had summoned.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Can you tell me more about that fire dragon?
Espella:
That monstrous image is still so vivid... It looked just like the one that attacked Dad this evening! I have...I've done something terrible again!
Layton:
Then you are sure that the fire dragon you saw more than ten years ago and the one summoned this evening... were exactly the same?
Espella:
Yes. They were definitely the same.
Question Storyteller (before Fire Dragon Sketch is added to the Court Record)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Is something wrong, Mr Cantabella?
Storyteller:
............ It's impossible... There's no such thing as magic.
Espella:
You never believe me, Dad. I don't know why you have to be like this. There was a time when things were different.
Storyteller:
Espella, what are you saying! [sic]
Maya:
Look at them. It's like a common argument between a teenager and a parent.
Phoenix:
(Mr Cantabella created this town. He knows better than anyone else that there's no magic here.)
Layton:
Miss Cantabella.
Espella:
Yes?
Layton:
Would you mind giving us more details of what you saw?
Espella:
............ Could I borrow a sheet of parchment and a pencil? I think it'll be better if I draw it.
Judge:
Your request shall be granted. Bring parchment and a pencil for the witness immediately!
Espella:
This is it. This is the fire dragon that I saw that night. I only caught a glimpse of it. But it was real.
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
............
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
I must say... it does closely resemble the supposedly magical creature we witnessed this evening.
Judge:
It does indeed. This drawing shall be added to the evidence.
Fire Dragon Sketch added to the Court Record.
Storyteller:
This is a farce...
Phoenix:
(What happened over a decade ago? Was the town really destroyed by a fire dragon?)
Layton:
Discovering the truth about the dragon shall be our next objective.
Judge:
Witness, continue the testimony!
Espella:
Yes, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
But, Espella, magic isn't real! Therefore, the dragon summoned by the spell Granwyrm doesn't exist either!
Espella:
But I did see it! I'm not lying! I saw it just for a moment, I'm sure of it!
Phoenix:
(It's like talking to a wall! There's no convincing her!)
Layton:
There may be another explanation. Espella might have seen something in the shape of a dragon.
Phoenix:
(All right then...)
Maya:
Uhm, Nick? Mr Cantabella wrote this town's Story, right?
Phoenix:
Well, yeah.
Maya:
So he's the author, and he's saying that Bezella doesn't exist.
Phoenix:
That's right.
Maya:
If that's the case, then there's no point to this whole trial!
Phoenix:
We know that, but that's not enough to end it.
Maya:
But why?
Phoenix:
The professor has taken on the role of inquisitor in this trial in order to get Mr Cantabella to testify. He wants to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Maya:
And learn the whole truth...
Phoenix:
Besides, I think this will be in Espella's best interest, too. I trust the professor's judgement on this. So I'll carry on with the cross-examination.
Maya:
Well, I trust you, Nick! I'm sure you know what you're doing.
Phoenix:
It is, of course, Espella's drawing of the dragon. It's impossible to draw a dragon with so much detail unless you've actually seen it!
Judge:
Indeed! And it looks very much like the fire dragon we saw this evening. It cannot be a mere coincidence.
Storyteller:
You can't possibly use that drawing as evidence!
Judge:
And...why not?
Storyteller:
Because she could have just drawn the "dragon" from this evening!
Espella:
Dad! Why don't you believe me! [sic] I saw that dragon when I was little...
Storyteller:
This town is my creation! I know everything about it. And I assure you there's no magic! If there's anyone who can tell you what's possible and what is not, it is me, the creator of Labyrinthia!
Layton:
Your overconfidence... has clouded your judgement and is preventing you from seeing the truth.
Storyteller:
...! Wh-what do you mean?
Layton:
In order to see what is really there, you need to reject biased assumptions and keep an open mind. You are overlooking certain facts precisely because you are the creator of this town.
Storyteller:
It's nothing short of insanity!
Layton:
Magic doesn't exist. And yet, Espella says she saw a fire dragon. It seems like a contradiction. But perhaps...it is not. Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Layton:
The solution to this mystery is out there. We just need to find it. Do you suppose you know where it is? "Magic doesn't exist." "Espella saw a fire dragon." Where is the evidence that bridges the gap between the two?
In the Court Record
Phoenix:
If anywhere, it's got to be in the Court Record, right?
Maya:
Wh-what?! Nick, what's wrong with you? We're talking about evidence relating to what Espella saw from the bell tower over ten years ago. We don't have anything that would fit the bill in the Court Record!
Layton:
It would serve you well to listen to Miss Fey. What Miss Cantabella saw then...is where she had been at the time.
Judge:
Where she had been?
Layton:
You do remember her testimony, don't you? She was in the bell tower when she witnessed that monstrosity.
Phoenix:
(The bell tower, huh...)
Leads to:
"Over ten years ago..."
In the belfry
Phoenix:
There's only one way to explain this contradiction. Espella somehow saw the dragon, but it wasn't a magical creature.
Storyteller:
Then will you just tell us what it was! [sic]
Phoenix:
That event took place over ten years ago. What she saw then...should still be in the place where she was at the time.
Judge:
It's still there?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour. And that place is...the belfry!
It's...in the belfry...?
Leads to:
"Over ten years ago..."
It's the town itself
Phoenix:
Espella was watching the town burn at that time. She says she saw an enormous fire dragon. Now, if you put the two together... I think our best guess is that the dragon she saw was this town itself.
Judge:
This town?
Layton:
In other words... Espella saw a dragon's shape looming over the burning town.
Storyteller:
How absurd! That's mere speculation!
Layton:
I will not dispute that. However, it is entirely possible to test our theory.
Storyteller:
What?! And how would you go about doing that?!
Layton:
It is all quite simple, Mr Storyteller. We will now go to the belfry.
Maybe we'll find that "fire dragon" there.
Leads to:
"Over ten years ago..."
The Bell Tower
Layton:
Over ten years ago... The witness was standing somewhere around here when she saw a "fire dragon". Am I correct?
Espella:
Yes, Mr Layton.
Layton:
However, what was it that you actually saw then? Let us see if we can find the answer to that question.
Storyteller:
Why not? Go ahead and try! But, I have warned you that it's futile. You will find nothing here!
Maya:
Well, it happened a long time ago. Whatever she saw might not be there any more... And if we wanna see exactly what she saw at the time...we'll need to set the whole town on fire. Want me to go get matches?
Phoenix:
(I may be an attorney, but even I couldn't clear you of the charges if you ACTUALLY committed such a crime, Maya!)
Layton:
I will pretend I did not hear that. Shall we begin?
Layton:
Let us look for the fire dragon. We can see the whole town from here. Look in every direction for something that would resemble Miss Cantabella's drawing.
Present dragon fretwork on left side
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Espella, can you have a look at this? It looks like the dragon was hiding in here, after all."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Espella, what do you think?
Espella:
Uhm...I don't know... It doesn't look like the dragon I saw...
Storyteller:
Hah! I was right, not Wright.
Layton:
It seems so, unfortunately.
Phoenix:
Oh, we're not done. I was just "testing the waters".
Layton:
Mr Wright. A gentleman should admit his mistake rather than try to cover it up with an unconvincing excuse.
Phoenix:
(An excuse? That's what I get for imitating the professor...)
Maya:
Uhm, Nick? What was that about biased assumptions that the professor said earlier?
Phoenix:
They're what prevent us from seeing the truth.
Maya:
So let's approach this with our minds wide open!
Phoenix:
(And eyes wide open, too.)
Leads back to bell tower examination
Phoenix:
Espella, can you have a look at this? It looks like the dragon was hiding in here, after all.
Espella:
Oh! This...this is...
Maya:
Hey! That's identical to the one Espella drew!
Espella:
But...uhm... It's not...the fire dragon. The fire dragon was a creature made of flames. It was so big it could swallow this whole tower! This is just some tiny fretwork...
Layton:
............ I think we can consider this mystery solved. I suggest we all head back to the court. I will explain everything there. Is that all right with you, Mr Cantabella?
Storyteller:
............
Maya:
What's gotten into Mr Cantabella? He looks paler than you do with a cold.
Phoenix:
I have no idea. Let's follow the others back to the courtroom.
Special Court
Judge:
The inquisition's investigation seems to have yielded some unexpected results. But...can someone explain them to me?
Layton:
Your Honour, the inquisition will interpret the results of its investigation. Witness... You said you were about 6 years old at the time of that incident?
Espella:
Yes, that's right.
Layton:
Did you see the moment the dragon appeared above the town?
Espella:
Huh? N-no... I...don't remember. I remember seeing it at some point. It was like a flash... The town was ablaze, and this fiery beast was hovering above it.
Layton:
Then, when you noticed the dragon, the town was already engulfed by flames?
Espella:
Uhm... Yes.
Layton:
That information completes the picture. Miss Cantabella's statement has offered me an insight into the true story of the fire dragon.
Over ten years ago... Miss Cantabella was in the belfry, unconscious. What events led to this? Perhaps we will discover that in due course. When she awoke, the whole town was on fire. Having inhaled much smoke, she was still dazed. She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings when she looked up, alarmed by the scorching heat. Unable to stand, she was on her knees. And then...she saw something she would remember her whole life.
Anime cutscene
She saw a terrifying fire dragon attacking the town. She saw it through the fretwork in the balustrade! The shape of a dragon against a backdrop of the town being swallowed up by flames... became imprinted in her memory. That is the truth about the fire dragon.
Layton:
This is what I have deduced.
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
............
Espella:
............ It wasn't...a monster?
Layton:
Miss Cantabella, the illustration you have drawn for us bears an uncanny resemblance... to the fretwork in the belfry. You saw the "dragon" when you were confused, possibly mildly asphyxiated from the smoke. There was no magic and no magical beast.
Espella:
............
Storyteller:
You believe a stranger but not your father. That's so typical of teenagers. You should have listened to me! And now that all the mysteries have been unravelled, can we not end this trial and go home?!
Layton:
Layton:
As much as we'd all like to, I'm afraid it is still a bit too early for that.
Storyteller:
What else do you want from us?!
Layton:
There is just one more problem I'd like to solve tonight.
Judge:
One more? What on earth could it be?
Layton:
Miss Cantabella, we've ascertained that you were in the belfry when you saw the "dragon". However, that creates a new question. How did you get there?
Espella:
Oh...I haven't thought of that.
Phoenix:
Yeah, neither have I... Ohhhhhhhhhhh!
Layton:
As expected of an ace attorney, Mr Wright seems to have noticed the problem, too, at last. In order to access the belfry, you need to use the bell tower mechanism.
Phoenix:
The mechanism can only be set in motion with the pendants!
Layton:
Indeed. Miss Cantabella, did you have your pendant with you at the time?
Espella:
I...yes. I think I did. I always had it with me. But why did I have that pendant? I can't remember it at all.
Phoenix:
This pendant is not just for show. It's the key to the belfry. Why was she carrying it around?
Layton:
We must also not forget that one pendant does not suffice to operate the contraption. Two of them are required.
Espella:
Two...pendants...
Layton:
Miss Cantabella. Are you certain that you were alone in the belfry?
Espella:
............ No, I wasn't alone. I was there with a friend.
Phoenix:
What friend?
???:
Meow...
Espella:
Eve! Where did you go off to?
Layton:
The friend you mentioned... Was it this cat?
Espella:
Yes. She's my best friend.
We've always been together. Without Eve, I would have been so lonely.
Maya:
That kitty's always appearing out of nowhere to keep Espella company.
Espella:
Of course she does. After all, Bezella is always accompanied by a black cat.
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
What you saw from the bell tower when you were little was so terrifying that even an adult would have been scarred for life. The town burned in front of your eyes. You thought you saw a fire dragon... You see, your memories have been twisted by the horrors you saw.
Espella:
Wh-what do you mean?
Layton:
The dragon you saw wasn't real. And I suspect... that the friend who was with you in the bell tower might not have been that cat.
Espella:
No, it was her! It was Eve, my only friend...
Layton:
Miss Cantabella, the pendant needed to access the belfry is too large for a cat. Are you following? If Eve was with you, it would have been impossible for you to enter the belfry!
Espella:
Aaaaah!
Storyteller:
W-wait! Inquisitor! Where is all this going?! You have no right to tamper with my daughter's memories!
Layton:
You are right, of course. However, neither do you. Nor should you attempt to cover up the truth!
Storyteller:
Ugh.........!
Espella:
No...you're wrong! Eve was my only friend...
Layton:
Think about that day again, Miss Cantabella. You went to the top of that bell tower with a friend who also had a pendant!
Judge:
Well then, why don't we have the defence present some evidence! Can you prove that someone was with Miss Cantabella in the belfry that day? If so, I'd very much like to see the evidence!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Why me? It was the professor's idea! I have nothing on the Legendary Fire! Why ask me for proof...?
Judge:
Hmph. Right. I suppose you wouldn't have any proof. Not one of us remembers that incident.
Storyteller:
I've had enough of this, Your Honour! You have no grounds to continue this trial!
Espella:
............
Judge:
Well, we appear to have reached a dead end. There is nothing else for us to do.
Layton:
Layton:
Please hold on, Your Honour.
Judge:
Oh... What is this, all of a sudden? Inquisitor Layton?
Layton:
The defence does not have the necessary evidence, but someone else does.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?
Layton:
This time the inquisition will present its evidence!
Phoenix:
The inquisition will present evidence, huh... Wait, SERIOUSLY?!
Storyteller:
You...you son of a witch! This is what you wanted from the very start, isn't it?!
Layton:
............
Judge:
Well, in that case... The inquisition shall present evidence that somebody was with Miss Cantabella in the bell tower when she saw the fire dragon!
Present Picture of Two Girls
Layton:
Have a look!
Leads to:
"This is the proof."
Present anything else
Layton:
Have a look!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Yeah...that was random. Or is the inquisition just "testing the waters"? ............
Maya:
What's with that satisfied look on your face, Nick?
Phoenix:
I've always wanted to do this. Everyone's always poking fun at me if I present the wrong evidence. It feels so good to do it to somebody else for a change!
Judge:
Unfortunately, Inquisitor Layton, I fail to see a connection between the matter at hand and the evidence you presented.
Layton:
...Ekhm... Well, if you don't test the waters, you won't know if you're out of your depth. I'll present the correct evidence next time.
Phoenix:
............
Maya:
You're looking very happy again, Nick.
Phoenix:
It's music to my ears. Someone other than me making a silly mistake and coming up with lame excuses.
Maya:
You know, maybe you could use some time off. So that you can release your pent-up frustration...
Leads back to:
"Well, in that case..."
Layton:
This is the proof. This photograph shows Miss Cantabella with a friend.
Judge:
Golly! This is... this is the finest illustration I have ever seen!
Layton:
It's a photograph.
Judge:
It looks as if...as if it were a reflection of the real world on paper! Tell me, who created this exquisite work of art?
Layton:
Well... Your Honour, I understand you are fascinated...but let us focus on what this picture shows. This picture was found in the Storyteller's Tower. Mr Cantabella, we have taken the liberty of borrowing it for this trial.
Storyteller:
It's enough to look away for a second and you already cause trouble!
Maya:
Uhm. Professor? Aren't photographs against the rules? I mean, this is supposed to be a medieval setting.
Phoenix:
Meh, who cares.
Layton:
What's important now is helping Miss Cantabella to grasp the truth. And in this case the end justifies the means.
Storyteller:
Grrrrr!
Layton:
Please take a close look at the two girls in this picture. Each of them is wearing a pendant.
Judge:
Why, that's so! These are the belfry contraption pendants!
Layton:
We know that one of these girls is Miss Cantabella. But then... Who is the other girl?
Judge:
Accused, do you have any idea?
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
Espella? Are you okay?
Maya:
It doesn't look like she is...
Espella:
It's...it's...
It's me... ...and... ...the other girl is... ...she's... I don't know...
Uwaaaaaaaaah!
Storyteller:
E-Espella! Your Honour! Stop this trial! Stop it right now! Can't you see you're driving Espella into insanity?!
Layton:
Layton:
It's just the opposite, Mr Cantabella.
Storyteller:
...!
Layton:
If we turn away from the truth now... Espella will close herself to the world forever!
Storyteller:
Grrrrrr!
Layton:
Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
Yes?
Layton:
You know who it is, don't you? You know the identity of the other girl in this picture.
Judge:
Is that so? If the defence knows that... Tell us all who this other girl is.
Present Darklaw profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I'm thinking it's High Inquisitor Darklaw."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Layton:
Well? That certainly wasn't your intended answer, was it?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
I was expecting you'd name a woman about the same age as Miss Cantabella. I'm astonished anyone would make a mistake...
Phoenix:
Ugh... What can I say? I, err...like to surprise everyone with my answers...
Layton:
If such was your intention, Mr Wright... you would have achieved a greater effect had you said it's Miss Fey.
Maya:
"That was very half-baked, man!" ...Is what the professor is trying to say, Nick.
Phoenix:
Gaaaaaaaah! I'm sorry... Mind if I try again?
Leads back to:
"Is that so? If the defence knows that..."
Phoenix:
I'm thinking it's High Inquisitor Darklaw.
Judge:
High Inquisitor Darklaw?! I cannot say I didn't have slight suspicions about her, but...oh my.
Layton:
Miss Cantabella, what do you say? Do you now remember the girl next to you in this picture?
Espella:
I was with...Lady Darklaw...
Storyteller:
This is crazy! What are you basing this preposterous claim on! [sic]
Judge:
B-but...Mr Cantabella. This girl closely resembles the High Inquisitor.
Storyteller:
Resembles? That's just your personal opinion! It's meaningless in a court of law!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If you want evidence, I've got it.
Storyteller:
Wh-what?!
Phoenix:
The definitive proof that the girl in the picture is High Inquisitor Darklaw is...
Present Pendant
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"And this is the proof it was the High Inquisitor."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This! What do you say about that?
Layton:
Honestly, Mr Wright... At this point I am beginning to wonder if you aren't giving the wrong answers on purpose.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
It's as if you were hoping something funny would ensue. However, I'm not going to let you make light of this trial for your own amusement!
Phoenix:
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (I really wasn't trying to do that...)
Maya:
Nick, you totally did that on purpose, huh?
Phoenix:
I swear I didn't... Although it'll help me save face if everyone thinks I did... (Anyway...I'm gonna try again and get it right this time!)
Leads back to:
"The definitive proof that the girl in the picture is High Inquisitor Darklaw is..."
Phoenix:
And this is the proof it was the High Inquisitor.
Judge:
The pendant needed for that contraption in the bell tower...
Phoenix:
I have Ms Darklaw's testimony here. She said this pendant was hers. And so... the other girl in the picture is definitely Ms Darklaw!
Espella:
Is it...is it really... Eve? Where are you going?
Layton:
I was expecting you, Miss Darklaw.
Darklaw:
I see that I was not mistaken about you. I trusted in your ability to get this far.
Judge:
H-High Inquisitor Darklaw! Where did you just appear from?
Darklaw:
Does your memory not serve you well, Your Honour? You know what I am. I can disappear at will any time I wish to. So, Storyteller... Everything has worked out just as you had written, oh revered creator of Labyrinthia.
Storyteller:
Darklaw...
Espella:
Lady Darklaw.
Layton:
Miss Darklaw... Did you enter the belfry with Miss Cantabella when you were little?
Darklaw:
............ Yes, I did.
Phoenix:
Then you have memories of events from before ten years ago?
Darklaw:
I certainly do.
Judge:
Order! Order! Order in the court!
Espella:
L-Lady Darklaw...you were with me?
Darklaw:
Your memories have been suppressed. By that man.
Storyteller:
...!
Espella:
B-but! I was with Eve...
Darklaw:
"Eve", huh... Eve the black cat?
Espella:
Yes, she has always been my dear friend... She was by my side on that day, too.
Darklaw:
What a bizarre coincidence. "Darklaw" isn't my real name.
Phoenix:
Wh-what?! Then what is your real name?
Darklaw:
............ It's...Eve.
Judge:
What... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Espella:
You...you are...Eve...? Ah... Ahhhhh...
Eve...Espella...
My dear friend...Eve...
Espella:
It...can't be... That flashback... was it real...?
Storyteller:
Darklaw, why are you doing this? Are you trying to undo everything I have accomplished in the past ten years?
Darklaw:
No. You have already ruined everything yourself.
Storyteller:
What is it that you want?
Darklaw:
What I want? My aim is to make the truth known, so that everything returns to how it should be.
Phoenix:
Ms Darklaw... Will you tell us what you remember about what happened back then, more than ten years ago?
Darklaw:
It would be my pleasure.
It was the day of the fire festival. Espella and I went up the bell tower. The wind was strong that day. When the sun had set, the festival began. It's true that the whole town burned down that day. The fire consumed buildings and people, turning them into ashes. We were the only survivors. We stayed in the belfry while the world below us was being eaten up by hungry flames.
Anime cutscene
The Legendary Fire is no fable. It happened here more than ten years ago.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There are no such things as magic and fire dragons...so how could a whole town be destroyed in just one night?
Judge:
Yes, that's something I'd like to know as well. Even if we assume the celebratory fires got out of control... Surely the whole town wouldn't have perished like that!
???:
...Now it all makes sense.
Layton:
That was the missing piece of this puzzle!
Phoenix:
What do you mean, Professor?!
Layton:
I can imagine now what transpired that night. What happened in the belfry and what caused the Legendary Fire. We have all the clues we need!
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
If the inquisition has evidence to show us, I'd very much like to see it. What caused the Legendary Fire?
Present Bell of Ruin
Layton:
Have a look!
Leads to:
"The cause of the fire is in the belfry!"
Present anything else
Layton:
Have a look!
Layton:
It is conceivable that it was this, for instance!
Judge:
............ I'm sorry, but I don't see how this could have caused that disaster.
Darklaw:
Hmph. Is that the best you can do? I see I set my expectations far too high.
Layton:
Ugh... Well, haven't you been paying attention? I said "for instance", not that it was definitely the correct item!
Maya:
Professor, I understand your pride has been wounded, but just get over it and show us the right piece of evidence!
Eve:
...Meow.
Layton:
Ugh...
Phoenix:
(Layton's face is so fiery red, it looks as if it could start a legendary fire of its own...)
Leads back to:
"If the inquisition has evidence to show us, I'd very much like to see it."
Layton:
The cause of the fire is in the belfry!
Judge:
It was the bell...?
Layton:
That bell had been made by the natives and later sealed underground. It was called the Bell of Ruin.
Espella:
B-Bell of Ruin...
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
By the way, why does this bell have such an ominous name?
Phoenix:
Hmm... Could it be because it's made of pure silver?
Judge:
Pure silver...?
Layton:
Exactly. Mr Cantabella has told us earlier...
Storyteller:
...that everyone who lives here has a very peculiar condition.
Storyteller:
This condition makes people fall unconscious upon the sound of a certain metal being struck.
Layton:
And that metal is pure silver.
Judge:
Yes...and we've been told the condition is brought about by drinking the groundwater.
Layton:
Indeed. That bell was also the reason why the original inhabitants of this area decided to forsake it. It seems that the Bell of Ruin caused a devastating disaster.
To those who have gained entry into this sanctum, heed our words. You must not ring the Bell of Ruin.
Judge:
I can't help but wonder what disaster this bell had caused.
Layton:
An enormous bell made of pure silver... and the locals with their peculiar condition... It's not too hard to imagine what happened. It was probably the same calamity as the one that happened over ten years ago.
Phoenix:
And that is...?
Layton:
Well, what disaster happened to this town before Labyrinthia was built?
Judge:
Aaah!
Phoenix:
The...Legendary Fire...
Layton:
Now, let us contemplate the following scenario. What would happen if the Bell of Ruin were sounded during the fire festival?
Espella:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Everyone who heard it would fall unconscious.
Layton:
As it was an annual festival, all the townspeople were assembled in the town square.
Judge:
Oh dear...
Layton:
Therefore, on the night of the fire festival over ten years ago... all the residents instantly lost consciousness when the bell was struck.
Espella:
Oh no...
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
Had it been even just slightly windy that day... the fires lit for the Great Witch Bezella would have gone out of control. And they would spread throughout the town with no one left to stop them.
Phoenix:
Because everyone was unconscious...
Layton:
Exactly. That also includes the two girls who were in the belfry.
Darklaw:
Espella and I.
Layton:
You were the closest to the source of the sound, so it was inevitable. When you recovered consciousness, it was already too late. The town had been swallowed by flames, as if a fire dragon had come to burn it. That was a calamity caused by the bell.
Judge:
Calamity...
Layton:
You say here that the cause of calamity is the Great Witch Bezella. That night, in this very town...Bezella was more than a mythical persona!
Espella:
......Be...Bezella......
Maya:
She's losing it again!
Espella:
............ ......The Bell of Ruin...... ......Bezella......
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
To Be Continued...
Layton:
Mr Cantabella. I would like to apologise for putting too much pressure on your daughter.
Storyteller:
...!
Layton:
Only your words can bring her back from the brink of madness. Let her hear the truth from her own father.
Storyteller:
............ All according to your plan, Layton? You've driven Espella into a corner, in order to push me to the wall.
Layton:
I had no other choice.
Storyteller:
Espella, please listen to me.
Espella:
............
Storyteller:
You haven't done anything wrong. You didn't cause that...accident. You have suffered so much, thinking that you were Bezella... I must take the blame for that.
Judge:
You, Mr Cantabella?
Storyteller:
I sacrificed everything to make up for what I've done... But all I managed to do was inflict more pain upon others. Is that not so, Darklaw?
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
Now that you are willing to talk, Mr Cantabella... Would you mind telling us your story? Yours...as well as Espella's and Miss Darklaw's?
Storyteller:
...Very well.
This story, too, began when I was a young lad. When Newton and I were still youths, full of dreams and hope. As you already know, we discovered the underground ruins. And deep within them lay that accursed bell. The Bell of Ruin... At the time, we still lacked the knowledge to decipher any of the writings we found there.
This bell is magnificent! It's bound to make the most beautiful sound! I have an idea! Why don't we make this bell the symbol of our town?How do you propose to do that?Let's build a bell tower for it. Then we can ring it on special occasions!...Hmm, that's not a bad idea.Then it's settled! When we grow up, let's do it!Okay... Just don't forget about it!
Storyteller:
The two of us chose different paths in life. I studied management in London, while Newton devoted himself to the study of the natural sciences.
Layton:
And then...you made a fortune following the invention of a new anaesthetic?
Storyteller:
We both got married around that time, and each of us had a daughter.
Phoenix:
You mean Espella was born shortly after your company gained funding?
Storyteller:
That's right.
We eventually returned to our home town and set about realising our childhood dream. Having built the bell tower in the middle of the town square, we retrieved the bell itself from the underground ruins. We aspired to make it a symbol of prosperity for this unindustrialised town.
The bell was to be officially displayed during the annual fire festival. It would be rung in the morning, following the night of celebration.
Layton:
Pardon the interruption, but at the time, were you aware of the meaning behind the bell's name?
Storyteller:
Obviously, we were not. Thinking back to my ignorance at the time, a chill now runs down my spine.
Espella:
............
Storyteller:
Newton and I went to the bell tower the day before the festival.
Only one more day to go! We've waited a long time for this.
That we have. This town will no longer be the same, after tomorrow.
Storyteller:
The bell weighed so much that ringing it was not easy. We tackled that problem by constructing a special mechanism, which we installed in the belfry.
Daddy, I want to hear the bell! Can I make it ring? Daddy, please! Let me ring it!
Storyteller:
Espella, who was there with us, was utterly enchanted by the bell. She wasn't a bad child, but she was very stubborn and would rarely listen to me when she wanted something. I told her a story to try and convince her to leave the bell alone.
Espella, listen carefully. You mustn't ring this bell.But why? Why can't I, Daddy?You know about Bezella, the witch?Uh-huh. She's an evil fire witch, who uses magic to hurt people!If you ring this bell... Bezella will come out and possess you!Possess me? You mean I'll turn into Bezella?That's right, Espella. When Bezella possess someone, she uses them to do terrible things. That's why you must never ring this bell, sweetheart.I understand, Daddy!There's a good girl.
Storyteller:
The legend of Bezella has been passed around these parts for centuries.
Judge:
It probably originated from beliefs of the tribes that populated this area in the past.
Storyteller:
What I told Espella... was just a silly story that I invented for the occasion. It was only meant to stop her from ringing the bell. I could not have imagined that it would have such far-reaching consequences.
Espella:
............ ............ It's all coming back to me now... I remember that day.
Phoenix:
...!
Espella:
On the day of the fire festival, just around the time when the preparations ended and everything was about to begin... I sneaked [sic] out of our house. I took mum's pendant with me...
Phoenix:
Your mother's pendant? Do you mean this one?
Espella:
Yes. It belonged to my mum.
Storyteller:
We needed to limit access to the bell, so we made the two keys. We decided to make them into pendants and each gave one to our respective wives. Both are needed in order to access the belfry.
Espella:
I saw you and Mr Belduke use them... So I told Eve to meet me at the bell tower.
Daddy says Bezella will come out if I ring the bell. But if I do it just a little... I want to try it while the festival is going on. I hope Eve doesn't forget... her mum's pendant.
Layton:
So it is just as I thought. Miss Darklaw... you are Mr Belduke's daughter.
Darklaw:
Heh. Well done, Inquisitor. ...I was almost afraid you would fail to make that connection.
Judge:
What in the... This is too much for one day! O-order! Order in the court! Lady Darklaw... you mean to say that you're Sir Belduke's daughter?!
Darklaw:
Yes... My real name is Eve Belduke. I'm the "alchemist's" daughter.
Judge:
Th-this is unbelievable!
Darklaw:
I also sneaked [sic] out of my house that evening, clutching my mother's pendant in my hand. I did just as you asked me to, did I not, Espella?
Espella:
............
Espella, my mum's going to be so angry if she notices I took the pendant...Don't worry so much! I just really want to ring that bell. I wanna hear it!........................
Espella:
I rang the bell, against my father's warning. And so, Bezella possessed me. Because of me...the town...and everyone in it... They're all gone.
Storyteller:
No! It's not your fault! Stop blaming yourself!
Layton:
Supposedly, the former inhabitants of this area also used to fall unconscious upon the sound of that bell. Perhaps they experienced a similar nightmare.
Storyteller:
It was I who brought the Bell of Ruin into this town. The one to blame for this calamity is not some witch...it's me!
Espella:
...I brought destruction upon this town... ...I am...Bezella.
Storyteller:
Espella! You're going to drive your dad crazy if you keep repeating that!
???:
...Heh heh heh.
Darklaw:
Seeing you like this is giving me a strong feeling of déjà vu.
Storyteller:
Eve... How can you be so evil? Are you happy now?
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
I'm afraid we're in the dark as regards [sic] Miss Darklaw's sense of "déjà vu"...
Storyteller:
............ Only four people survived the fire.
Phoenix:
Only four...
Storyteller:
Espella and Eve, who were in the belfry. And the only two residents who did not participate in the festival. Newton and I.
Layton:
And where were you at the time, if you'll permit my asking?
Storyteller:
We were investigating those fateful ruins. That's why we didn't notice anything until it was too late. It was getting near the time at which we planned to ring the bell, so we headed towards the town... Then, we saw it...the town had been burnt to ashes, the air shimmering from the heat.
Maya:
That's...too awful for words...
Storyteller:
We searched for survivors, sick with anxiety. Eventually, we found our daughters in the bell tower.
Espella was unresponsive, like a doll. Eve was crying at her side... Our relief at having found them vied with terror caused by the disaster. ...The worst night of my life ended, pierced with the first rays of sunshine. But then... it seemed Espella was already lost to us. We had lost her to Bezella. She wouldn't speak, eat or even leave her room. ...She thought she was Bezella and that she had destroyed the town. I couldn't get that out of her head. What she saw from the bell tower must have been so terrifying. But it wasn't shock from what she had seen. ...My own words had put her in that state. Had I only not told her that stupid story!
We had been grasping at straws, trying to find a way to save Espella's mind. But, whatever we did, her eyes would remain impassive and empty. In the end...I came upon a certain idea that offered us a glimpse of hope...
Judge:
What was it...? This suspense...it's too much for my ageing heart!
Layton:
I believe...I may know what it was. It was the only way to get through to little Espella...
Judge:
Inquisition, what are you talking about? What was Mr Cantabella's idea for saving his daughter from insanity?
Present The First Story
Layton:
Have a look!
Leads to:
"We discovered this in Espella's room."
Present anything else
Layton:
Have a look!
Judge:
Is...that it? I don't quite understand...
Storyteller:
Unfortunately, you were wrong. Even the great Professor Layton can err, it would seem.
Layton:
...Hmm.
Phoenix:
Um, let's not make such a big deal out of it, huh? Let the guy try again.
Layton:
............
Maya:
I don't think you're helping, Nick. If you're going to console him, you should probably wipe that stupid grin off your face first...
Phoenix:
(I don't know why, but...I can't help it!)
Layton:
We all learn from our mistakes. I believe I now know the right answer. It was the only way to get through to little Espella...
Phoenix:
(He just sailed through that like nothing even happened...)
Leads back to:
"Inquisition, what are you talking about?"
Layton:
We discovered this in Espella's room.
Espella:
............
Judge:
Uhm... And that is...?
Layton:
It's a handmade picture book. The illustrations and handwriting are truly exquisite.
Storyteller:
That's the first story I wrote. I made it for Espella after that dreadful fire.
Judge:
Oh! The Storyteller's first story...
Storyteller:
It was but a simple children's story. The plot was very straightforward - the townsfolk join forces to banish evil witches who serve Bezella.
Espella, do you understand now? You aren't Bezella. Bezella is somewhere out there, sending out other witches to do bad things to the people of our town.
Witches, magic, the town perishing in flames...
Storyteller:
Espella was mentally broken, and I couldn't get through to her any other way. I talked to her as if magic and witches were real, avoiding any mention of that fire.
Daddy... Are witches...real?
Storyteller:
Espella spoke to me for the first time in so many days... I was beyond myself with joy and replied without thinking...
Oh yes, they are. They are hiding in the town, among the people.
But...it's just a fairy tale...
Storyteller:
I was desperate. I feared she would close herself off to me again. Now, in hindsight... I see what an utter fool I was. I made an irreversible mistake yet again.
No, it's not. Everything your daddy writes comes true.Oh...The bad witches will get their comeuppance. I will write a story about it.
Storyteller:
And so, I wrote another story for my daughter. A story about mischievous witches getting caught. This time I had the story acted out in front of Espella.
Judge:
You had it acted out?
Storyteller:
Back then...I wasn't the only one tormenting myself over the mental state of my daughter. Newton was going through hell, too. His own daughter had been badly scarred by the event. Isn't that right, Eve?
Darklaw:
............ My father and I repaired a building that had survived the fire and continued to live in this town. Espella wasn't even able to leave her room. We couldn't leave her behind when she needed all the help she could get. Mr Cantabella showed us this book one day. Then...he made an unusual request of us.
I'd like to make this story real. Would you be willing to help me do so?
To our surprise, he was entirely serious. Seeing that...we gladly offered our help. A story about evildoing witches getting caught and punished... And Bezella, the source of them all.
Were you paying attention, Espella? Witches got what they deserved, and peace has been restored to the town.
Espella smiled at the end. Then, she whispered to herself...
...It wasn't me.
Storyteller:
When I saw her smile, I felt as if something broke inside me.
I couldn't afford to let her be sad again. Maybe if Bezella were to exist in this town... Espella would stop thinking she herself harboured the Great Witch. I continued writing stories about witches... Eve and I would act them out for Espella. And gradually...the number of characters in my stories increased. That was, of course, largely due to the ongoing reconstruction of the town.
Phoenix:
How much reconstruction?
Storyteller:
It wasn't anything on a big scale. I simply paid people to move in and act out their roles. But... I began to think that I would need more than that. The story had to be real.
Layton:
To make a lie seem true, you resorted to even more lies...
Storyteller:
Yes. I was certain that was the only way. How did I do so? I remembered about Newton's research.
Phoenix:
He was working on a certain medicine...
Storyteller:
It was a kind of tranquiliser, made from local plants, that he was testing at the time. But it was difficult to put into practical use. The substance had a danger of causing unconsciousness and hypnosis.
Judge:
I can see how that could be abused to cause much harm, supposing it fell into the wrong hands...
Storyteller:
At the same time, it was just what I needed for my ambitious project. I contacted the government... And that was the beginning of what came to be known as Project Labyrinthia. A town with human test subjects, all in a state of long-term hypnosis.
Layton:
You devised that plan solely for the sake of your daughter?
Storyteller:
Yes. We acquired the land which had been laid to waste by the fire. The new town was slowly becoming populated. Gradually, the rules of Labyrinthia were established. It was to be a town where magic and witches were a reality to the residents. All of this was possible thanks to the drug.
Phoenix:
The test subjects were exposed to it through the ink used to pen the Story, right?
Storyteller:
That's right. It was the dangerous drug developed by Newton. About ten years have passed since then. Even now, the town...continues to change.
Phoenix:
............
Layton:
............
............
Judge:
Project Labyrinthia. And all this was done...for one girl...
Storyteller:
Espella was only able to be herself when she lived within my Story. Oh, the irony of it... Only within a world in which Bezella was real could Espella's tragic memories be sealed. All this while... Eve was assisting me.
Darklaw:
............ ...I was the first Shade.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
As soon as the Story began, I disappeared from the scene. If Espella was to see some magic... then someone had to don this robe.
Judge:
That's the robe of invisibility!
Storyteller:
I gave Espella new memories so that she could live in this town with everyone else. I also sealed the memory of her friend, Eve.
Phoenix:
Wh-what?!
Darklaw:
My existence was too strongly connected to her memory of the fire. Afterwards, I returned as Darklaw, a stranger to Espella.
Phoenix:
B-but! Even if you were doing this for Espella's sake, that's just going too far!
Darklaw:
I made that choice... I do not regret the past ten years. Meanwhile, my father was supporting Labyrinthia from behind the scenes, in his own way.
Judge:
Do you mean his contributions as an alchemist?
Darklaw:
My father's knowledge of medicine was indispensable for this town to function. The hallucinogenic ink was my father's work, as well.
Storyteller:
So it was. Newton and Eve sacrificed more than anyone else for the sake of Espella and this town. I will be forever indebted to them.
Darklaw:
............ We wanted to save Espella, just like you.
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
But then...there's still something I don't understand. Why were you trying to destroy this fake world? In the end...you chose to betray Espella and Mr Cantabella!
Darklaw:
Oh, but I've told you already, have I not?
Judge:
It was your revenge against Mr Cantabella for choosing to end the Story, correct?
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
I wonder...whether that was the true reason.
Phoenix:
P-Professor?
Layton:
Would Miss Belduke really betray them merely because she did not want the Story to end? I dare say there was another, considerably more important reason.
Phoenix:
(She had another reason?)
Layton:
No need to frown in dismay, Mr Wright. Please leave this to me.
Judge:
Well then, let's hear what the inquisition has to say. What other reason led the witness to betray Mr Cantabella?
Present Suicide Note
Layton:
Have a look!
Leads to:
"This letter was Miss Belduke's real motive."
Present anything else
Layton:
Have a look!
Darklaw:
Is this some kind of a puzzle, Inquisitor Layton?
Layton:
It was intended as proof of your real motive for the betrayal...
Darklaw:
I'd say you're a fine traitor yourself. You have betrayed the trust of the profusely sweating attorney over there.
Layton:
Ugh... Not to worry. I was merely warming up.
Judge:
Do not force me to turn up the heat on you, Inquisitor. Be sure to present the correct evidence quickly.
Phoenix:
(Whoa... No love lost between the judge and Layton.)
Leads back to:
"Well then, let's hear what the inquisition has to say."
Layton:
This letter was Miss Belduke's real motive.
Judge:
What is this? I think I've seen it before...
Phoenix:
That's the letter written by Mr Belduke for Mr Cantabella. It's also Mr Belduke's suicide note.
My dear friend... I hope you can forgive me for leaving this world of my own will. What I have done cannot be forgiven. I can never escape from it.
Layton:
Something was tormenting Mr Belduke. It became too much for him to bear and drove him to suicide.
Darklaw:
............ These past ten years... I thought Father was glad to be helping Cantabella. But...little did I know... he was suffering terrible anguish all that time.
Storyteller:
...!
Darklaw:
Cantabella twisted the lives of so many people for the sake of his daughter... Was the Story not but a glorified lie, stripping so many of what little happiness they had?
All those years, Father was racked by a crushing sense of guilt!
Layton:
His agony culminated in the incident of three months ago.
Phoenix:
Mr Belduke's death...
Anime cutscene
Darklaw:
Before Labyrinthia was created...
certain things had to be concealed in order to seal Espella's memories. Had she seen them, she would have remembered... They were simply too dangerous to her. One of them was me. Espella's friend Eve had to be reborn as a Shade and disappear into the forest. The next thing...was the bell tower.
Layton:
I see... Had she seen it, it would have been certain to stir up those traumatic memories. ...Memories of the Legendary Fire.
Darklaw:
The only way to prevent that was to erase the bell tower from Labyrinthia.
Judge:
But how could you do that?
Darklaw:
Using the same method as with this robe.
Phoenix:
The robe of invisibility...
Darklaw:
In short, we covered up the tower with a huge "robe". Although it wasn't as easy as it sounds...
Phoenix:
In other words, the bell tower had been there all this time... Only, the townspeople couldn't see it... Is that correct?
Darklaw:
Indeed.
Judge:
I...I don't know what to say...
Layton:
At any rate, the situation changed due to that lightning strike three months ago, did it not?
Darklaw:
It was a most unfortunate accident. The lightning set the bell tower's cover on fire.
That cover was quickly consumed by flames, revealing that abominable bell tower. The beginning of all of this, the Bell of Ruin, appeared before us... 'Twas mockery of our efforts.
Layton:
That tower emerging from the flames...
must have seemed like a sign of divine anger to Mr Belduke. A sign that no matter how you attempt to conceal your sins, the truth will eventually float up to the surface.
Darklaw:
Having realised this, Father chose death.
Storyteller:
He was such a kind-hearted man... I didn't have an inkling of what he had been going through!
Layton:
To him, the participation of Labyrinthia's people within this project was not voluntary. Even though they had themselves signed the contract, I believe he felt those people were being deceived.
Darklaw:
Father...took his life because of you, Cantabella!
Phoenix:
............
Layton:
............
............
Darklaw:
...Now you know why I did what I did. I lost my father three months ago. That day, my revenge began.
Judge:
Your revenge...
Darklaw:
The first step of my plan was to rewrite the Story.
Storyteller:
Wh-what did you say?!
Darklaw:
As president of Labrelum Inc., you had to spend most of your time in London. Over the past few years, you were coming to Labyrinthia only for the parades. So naturally...I knew you would never notice if the Story were slightly changed.
Phoenix:
That explains it... I couldn't help thinking there was something strange going on. Mr Cantabella is Espella's father after all. He wouldn't have made Espella a witch in his Story.
Storyteller:
Espella was... a witch?! When did that happen?!
Darklaw:
Heh heh heh. How could you have known, after all? Let me fill you in on the details. Espella has already been tried once within the Witches' Court.
Storyteller:
Impossible! Why?! How could you... You knew the risk that would carry!
Darklaw:
Look at you... What a fine author of that grand Story you are. You left all the work in Labyrinthia to me. Meanwhile, you were making millions for yourself in London. What a pathetic excuse for a father. You didn't even notice that your precious little Espella was in such danger.
Storyteller:
Grrrrrrrr!
Layton:
Miss Belduke. Why did you do that to Espella?
Darklaw:
Do you even need to ask? I did it to unlock her memories.
Phoenix:
You mean...
Darklaw:
When the Legendary Fire took place... Espella was so traumatised that she closed herself off to the world. We were just little girls then. That tragic accident was too much for us to handle.
Espella:
............
Darklaw:
This fictitious town was created as a facade, to keep the truth away from Espella. But the weight of all these lies led my father to his suicide. Despite that...the person responsible for all this carried on as if nothing had happened.
Storyteller:
............
Darklaw:
I couldn't forgive him. As Belduke's bereaved daughter... I had to have my revenge against both Cantabellas. Judge... This is the whole truth. Now you know the true identity of Bezella.
Layton:
Layton:
You say this is the whole truth... But is that really the case?
Phoenix:
Professor...
Darklaw:
What are you going on about now?
Layton:
We have been provided with a clear picture of what happened to Espella so long ago. Nevertheless... we haven't yet heard your testimony.
Darklaw:
Don't be ridiculous!
Layton:
This will be the last testimony in this trial. Tell us about the night of the Legendary Fire. I request that you tell us your story.
Darklaw:
Who do you think you are, Inquisitor?
Layton:
I am merely one of the supporting characters within this tale. However, I am very much interested in the truth.
Judge:
This has been a very long trial...of which this shall be the last interrogation. The court demands that the single other witness of the Legendary Fire provide us with her testimony.
Darklaw:
Very well. There is only one truth... Nothing can change that.
Witness Testimony
- The Truth about The Legendary Fire -
Darklaw:
Espella wanted to ring the bell no matter what, so we went up to the belfry.
The festival celebrations had already started. The mechanism for ringing the bell was at a height even we could reach.
The next thing I remember...is coming to, and running to Espella's side.
I was shaking her until she finally opened her eyes. The next moment...we saw that nightmarish view.
All strength abandoned us, and we didn't know what to do. That was when we were found by my father and Mr Cantabella.
Layton:
The bell could only be rung with a special mechanism?
Storyteller:
That's right. It was made in such a way that even a child could use it.
Darklaw:
It was probably constructed by my father. I suppose he wanted to make it possible for anyone to ring that bell. In light of the events that followed... that was clearly a very foolish decision.
Phoenix:
(A mechanism for ringing the bell...)
(I noticed something like that on a pillar when we went to the belfry earlier. I'd better make a note of it in the Court Record.)
Top Floor Device added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Oh dear... Fate can certainly be cruel.
Storyteller:
I have to agree.
If only we had not discovered those ruins... and brought that bell to our town... Or if only we could have deciphered those ancient writings a little earlier... Moreover...if only the groundwater in this area didn't cause that strange condition...
Layton:
Unfortunately, Mr Cantabella, the tragedy occurred. All that remains for us to do is to seek out the truth. Not for the sake of vengeance...but for the sake of the future.
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Uhm, yes?
Layton:
You have been fighting fiercely to uncover the truth. This is the final interrogation. I trust you know what to do.
Phoenix:
Leave it to me. (To be honest, I have no idea what lies ahead... But whatever it is, there's no question we need to get to the bottom of it. There's got to be light at the end of this tunnel!)
Cross Examination
- The Truth about The Legendary Fire -
Darklaw:
Espella wanted to ring the bell no matter what, so we went up to the belfry.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You needed both pendants to access the belfry, correct?
Darklaw:
Espella asked me to bring my mother's pendant, so I did.
Layton:
That wasn't the only requirement, however. You also needed to solve a puzzle in order to use the contraption.
Darklaw:
I've always been a master puzzle-solver. For me, it was child's play...literally.
Maya:
She solved it when she was a little girl... What's your excuse, Nick?
Phoenix:
Hey! I have...different talents.
Storyteller:
Espella and Eve were best friends at the time. Eve is two years older than Espella. She used to be like a big sister to her.
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
So, the two of you went to the belfry. What happened next?
Darklaw:
The festival celebrations had already started. The mechanism for ringing the bell was at a height even we could reach.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So even a little girl could ring the bell?
Darklaw;
Yes, easily.
Storyteller:
I intended to make it so that the bell would only be rung on special occasions. That's exactly why I put that puzzle in place, to restrict access.
Layton:
You also divided the "key" to the belfry into two components, as an extra precaution.
Storyteller:
I was careful...but the same cannot be said of Newton, who constructed the mechanism as a whole. He presumably wished to make it so that even our young daughters could use it, meaning strength was not a requirement.
Judge:
...And that became his undoing.
Layton:
By the way, how old were the girls at that time?
Storyteller:
Espella was six. And Eve was eight.
Layton:
I see.
Darklaw:
That mechanism was the last thing I saw before falling unconscious. And then...
Darklaw:
The next thing I remember...is coming to, and running to Espella's side.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you mean that you fell unconscious after the bell was struck?
Darklaw:
Yes, I believe so.
Storyteller:
Our peculiar condition causes an instant reaction. The brain probably doesn't even have the time to register the sound before consciousness is lost.
Darklaw:
It was almost as if...a slice of time had been stolen from my life. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the floor. I lifted my head and saw Espella lying nearby. I sprang to my feet and ran to her side.
Phoenix:
And what about the situation in the town at that time?
Darklaw:
I was preoccupied with Espella, so I didn't notice it to begin with.
Layton:
At that time, was Espella still unconscious?
Darklaw:
Yes. I...panicked a little and took her in my arms, hoping she'd wake up...
Darklaw:
I was shaking her until she finally opened her eyes. The next moment...we saw that nightmarish view.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So it was you who woke Espella up, witness?
Darklaw:
Yes, it was me. She was out cold, curled up on the floor, until I shook her awake. As soon as she came to, she turned to look at the town - to that nightmarish view, stretching out before us.
Question Espella Cantabella (after questioning Storyteller correctly)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Leads to:
"Excuse me, Espella..."
Layton:
When you say "nightmarish view"...
Darklaw:
I can find no other words to describe it. We froze in terror at the sight. It took us a while to notice that smoke was creeping up the bell tower, too. Our eyes filled up with tears and we couldn't stop crying...perhaps because of the smoke. The town seemed like a fire dragon's playground. I was trembling with terror unlike anything I've known before.
Judge:
Dear me... Merely imagining it now raises the hairs on my beard.
Darklaw:
All strength abandoned us, and we didn't know what to do. That was when we were found by my father and Mr Cantabella.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You didn't leave the belfry until their arrival?
Darklaw:
Of course not. We were paralysed with fear... It was an event so traumatising, it still haunts us. Espella fainted again when she saw the "fire dragon". I was crying and waiting until our fathers found us.
Storyteller:
We went to the bell tower, as it was a good vantage point. We weren't expecting to find our daughters there.
Layton:
Of course, neither suspected at that point that the disaster had been caused by the Bell of Ruin...
Storyteller:
Eve was in tears, sobbing violently. As for Espella...she was in a daze. Her face frozen in an expression of disbelief. She didn't know what was happening around her.
Darklaw:
I cannot say this with certainty, as my memories are a little vague... but I think I was trying to protect her. Maybe not. Perhaps it's just my imagination. At any rate... the only thing I clearly remember is that I couldn't stop crying.
Question Storyteller (if not already questioned)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Mr Cantabella?
Storyteller:
............ I remember that very well. As if it happened yesterday.
Darklaw:
C-Cantabella...
Layton:
Would you mind telling us what you saw?
Storyteller:
............
Eve! Espella! Are you all right?Daddy! Daddy!Eve! What on earth happened here?It was Bezella! Bezella the witch!B-Bezella? What are you talking about?Bezella comes out whenever someone rings the bell, right?What...what have you done? You didn't...Oh, please, Mr Cantabella! Don't be angry at Espella!............
Storyteller:
Eve said it with a most serious look on her face.
Please, Mr Cantabella! Don't be angry at her!
Storyteller:
When she said that...I grasped the situation. I realised what had transpired in the belfry. And I thought to myself: "I must protect these children."
Darklaw:
............
???:
...E... ...Eve...
Darklaw:
...!
Espella:
I'm so sorry, Eve...
Darklaw:
E-Espella!
Storyteller:
Espella, sweetie...
Espella:
Dad... Please forgive me... You've done all this for me...
Storyteller:
Espella...you're with us again!
Espella:
All this for me... ............
Layton:
Well, well. At last...it would appear we are one step away from the truth.
Phoenix:
Professor! You seem to already know what that truth is...
Layton:
...Do I? That remains to be seen. Continue the interrogation, and we shall all know soon enough.
Judge:
Very well. The court agrees with Inquisitor Layton. Witness, continue your testimony!
Darklaw:
As you wish...
Leads back to cross-examination
Storyteller:
............
Phoenix:
(I feel sorry for Eve... She's seen some scary stuff too.)
Maya:
She may not be showing it, but I bet it's painful for her to talk about all this.
Layton:
I cannot say I don't sympathise with Miss Belduke. However, the truth is our utmost priority. It must be exposed. Even if it may come as a surprise to the witness herself...
Maya:
Huh? You think Ms Belduke isn't aware of the truth?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure what the professor has in mind, but let's trust him on this one. I'm sure we can unravel this mystery together.
Maya:
All righty! Let's do our thing and grasp at straws...I mean, grasp the truth!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Espella...
Espella:
............
Maya:
Espella, are you okay?
Espella:
Y-yes...everything's fine.
Layton:
My apologies for bringing back such troubling memories. Nevertheless...you must endeavour to face them and overcome the power they hold over you.
Espella:
Yes... I...remember it now...
The fire dragon...
I summoned it...because I'm Bezella.
Storyteller:
No, Espella! It was just an illusion!
Espella:
No... You're wrong, Dad. It wasn't an illusion. It was a fact. If I hadn't rung the bell, none of this would have happened. Bezella is the bringer of disaster. And that's what I've done to our town!
...Ack!...The accused's run away!Quick! After her!She's run into the bell tower!Darn it! She's locked herself in!It's no use! We'll have to break down the door to get in!Ugh, that girl! She's gone and Dzibilchaltunchunchucmilled herself!Stay away from me!
The Bell Tower
Phoenix:
Espella!
Maya:
Espella, be careful! It's dangerous up there!
Storyteller:
Please, Espella, come down!
Espella:
I'm sorry, everyone. I...have no right to be here any more.
Maya:
Nick! Espella's going to do something crazy!
Phoenix:
I...I can see that... (...But what the heck can I do?!)
Layton:
Espella! Please, do not make any hasty decisions!
Espella:
Mr Layton...
Layton:
The truth is close now. Be brave for a little while longer...
Espella:
The truth? As if it wasn't [sic] clear already! If I hadn't rung that bell, everything would've been fine...
Layton:
Layton:
You may be mistaken. You still don't know the whole story.
Espella:
Huh?
Layton:
Isn't that so, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
...! (I had the same feeling when I was listening to Eve's testimony... I felt...something was not right.)
Maya:
Really? I thought that was pretty much it!
Layton:
The pieces of the puzzle that don't yet fit are themselves the hints to the solution!
Maya:
N-no way... You mean...Espella didn't ring the bell?
Darklaw:
What?! Nonsense! Of course she did!
Phoenix:
As it stands, it's hard to say for sure that she didn't ring the bell... However! We've got evidence that will clear any doubts.
Darklaw:
Show us this so-called evidence you claim to have then! What do you think proves Espella didn't ring the bell?
Present Top Floor Device
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Espella, can you hear me?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Darklaw:
...What was that? It's so windy that I missed what you just said. It sounded like "Take that!", but I assume I misheard.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Layton:
Oh, I assure you it was just the wind, Miss Belduke. Isn't that so, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Uhm... Yeah. The wind.
Maya:
Looks like they're turning a blind eye to your mistake, Nick... Don't waste their generosity, and get it right next time!
Phoenix:
(What really happened in the belfry when Espella was little... can't be proven with the evidence in the Court Record alone. But that thing in the belfry, along with another piece of evidence, can explain everything!)
Darklaw:
Don't make me laugh! You're as delusional as Espella.
Leads back to:
"Show us this so-called evidence you claim to have then!"
Phoenix:
Espella, can you hear me?
Espella:
Y-yes.
Phoenix:
Where you're standing now is the same spot from where you saw this fire dragon.
Espella:
...! Yes...that's right. This fretwork here is the same as what I saw that day... When I look at it now... it's [sic] seems so small...even adorable.
Darklaw:
Defence! What does this have to do with anything?
Phoenix:
As you will no doubt recall, Mr Cantabella told us that people who drink the groundwater here suffer from a condition... A condition where they fall unconscious the moment they hear the sound of pure silver.
After the bell sounded... you recovered consciousness sooner than Espella. You ran to her side and shook her awake. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the fire dragon.
In other words, if it was Espella who rang the bell... that would mean the device for ringing the bell must be very close to the fretwork of the dragon.
Darklaw:
...!
Phoenix:
Espella, can you please check that for me? See if the contraption is located near the dragon fretwork!
Espella:
Uhm...okay. Give me a minute! Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
Espella, did you find it?
Espella:
I don't know if it's the right thing... but there's something on the other side of the belfry. A contraption with a handle...
Darklaw:
Wh-what?! On the other side?
Phoenix:
That's right. I figured there was something weird when we went up the bell tower. But I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Darklaw:
No...no way...
Phoenix:
You see where I'm going with this, don't you, Ms Belduke? If it was Espella who rang the bell... there's no way she could have seen the "fire dragon" when she woke up!
Darklaw:
Ack! No... No... This can't be right!
Layton:
An excellent deduction, Mr Wright. Miss Darklaw. It seems that everything is now clear as day.
Darklaw:
What...what do you mean...?
Layton:
Why, of course... I mean the answer to the question of who rang the bell.
Darklaw:
It was her...it had to be...
Layton:
What do you say, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
............ It looks like we've arrived at the same conclusion. We now know that only one person could have done it.
Storyteller:
W-wait! What good will saying it out loud do?!
Layton:
Is there a problem, Mr Cantabella? It wasn't your daughter who rang that bell. Should that not lift some burden off your shoulders? Are you not curious to know the name of the true culprit, who has pinned the blame on your daughter all this while?
Storyteller:
Ugh...
Darklaw:
How about you stop taunting us?! Just say the name already! Who is this true culprit?!
Phoenix:
Let's do it, Professor. Are you ready?
Layton:
I am always ready, Mr Wright. It's time to set things straight. The person who rang the bell is...
Present Darklaw profile
Layton:
Have a look!
Leads to:
"It's you, Eve Belduke!"
Present anyone else
Layton:
Have a look!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
W-wait a second, Professor! You know...how can I put this in an inoffensive way... I don't think that's the right person.
Layton:
............ Of course it wasn't that person.
Phoenix:
Wait, what?
Layton:
There's no way it would have been them... I am well aware of that.
Phoenix:
But, then...why did you say their name?
Layton:
Mr Wright, I was merely practising my enunciation.
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaat?!
Maya:
The professor is one cool customer. And he's never wrong, either!
Phoenix:
(Why does it feel like I'm the one who made a mistake...?)
Layton:
In any case, I'd say we should announce the real culprit's name now!
Leads back to:
"How about you stop taunting us?! Just say the name already!"
It's you, Eve Belduke!
Bell Tower Area
Darklaw:
M-me? But...
Phoenix:
There were only the two of you in the belfry at the time. You know that better than anyone.
Layton:
And as it wasn't Espella who rang the bell... it had to be you.
Darklaw:
That's preposterous... It can't be true...
Layton:
It was an extremely traumatising event for both you and Espella. Your friend's memories were altered from the shock without her even realising it.
She believed she was a witch who rang the bell and summoned a dragon, which incinerated the town. However, Miss Belduke, Espella wasn't the only one whose memories were warped by the horrors you two witnessed. You were affected as well!
Darklaw:
No... It wasn't me... Espella...she rang the bell... It was her, not me...
But...why...? What are these flashbacks...? I've never... I've never had these before...
Anime cutscene
Darklaw:
What's the matter?
Espella:
I don't want to do this now. We'll be taken over by Bezella!
Darklaw:
Bezella is just a fairy tale, and you're the one who said she wanted to come and ring the bell.
Espella:
I did, but I... changed my mind!
Darklaw:
After coming all this way... Espella...Espella!
Espella:
...Bezella.
That nightmare was too much for two young girls to take in. Your young minds needed to protect themselves... That's why you subconsciously repressed those memories.
Darklaw:
Then...if that's true... for the past ten years... I've been pinning the blame... for what I've done, on Espella. It can't be. It can't be true. It's impossible!
Phoenix:
Ah!
Maya:
Darklaw's just disappeared!
Layton:
...She's donned the invisibility robe!
High Inquisitor Darklaw...she's run away!But did you hear that? It was her that once destroyed this town!Our lives have already been messed up so much! We don't need this now!She's got to pay for what she did! Capture her!
The Bell Tower
Maya:
Oh! Nick, look at the bell tower! Espella's gone!
Phoenix:
No! She's on the roof!
Espella:
I beg you! Don't blame Eve! It really doesn't matter any more who rang the accursed bell! This town was all created for me! It's my fault you've all been used, and suffered so much!
Storyteller:
E-Espella! What are you saying?! Please, come down right now! You haven't done anything wrong! It was all my fault!
Espella:
Dad, I know that you did this for me. You've been so kind to me, and what did I do? I selfishly ran away from home...
Storyteller:
Espella...
Espella:
I will finish your Story for you. The evil witch will be gone forever, and everyone will live happily ever after. Dad...thank you for everything you've done for me.
Anime cutscene
Storyteller:
Wait! Don't do it, Espella!
Espella:
What are you...?
Luke:
Isn't that...D-Darklaw?!
Espella:
But...why, Eve? Why would you...? I finally remembered everything I've done...
Darklaw:
You're not the only one who remembered. You still have the pendant...
Espella:
Yes, of course. That's because... somehow I always knew it was important to me.
Darklaw:
Espella...
Espella:
You kept your pendant as well, didn't you, Eve?
Darklaw:
For some reason... I just couldn't let it go.
Rendered cutscene
Phoenix:
Espella...Ms Darklaw!
Maya:
Quick! They'll fall if we don't do something!
Phoenix:
Let's go! We have to save them!
Storyteller:
No, you won't make it there in time!
Maya:
Why...?
Storyteller:
The wooden handrail Eve's holding on to is rotted through! We'd need some sort of magic to save them!
Maya:
No way!
Layton:
Magic, you say?
Phoenix:
Got an idea, Professor?
Layton:
If a bit of magic is all that's needed to save these two young ladies... then perhaps that is something I can arrange.
Phoenix:
What?! You can?!
Anime cutscene
Espella:
Eve... You have to let go! Otherwise, you'll fall too!
Phoenix:
Professor?
Bell Tower Area
Phoenix:
Wh-what's going on here? Anyone?
Maya:
P-Professor! You're a sorcerer!
Layton:
No, Miss Fey. We have already established that magic doesn't exist, even in this town.
Phoenix:
But then, how did you just do that?
Layton:
What you have just seen... was the last, and greatest, illusion within Labyrinthia!
Phoenix:
Huh? An illusion?
Layton:
Magic is but an illusion. And this illusion has been produced through the power of suggestion and Labrelum's...medication. Everyone in Labyrinthia has been under this particular "magic spell". Now then, shall we break the spell?
Phoenix:
("Magic" is the last mystery to be solved...)
Storyteller:
You've seen through all my tricks, Layton...
Layton:
I wouldn't have done it without the vital hint you gave me when we spoke in your tower. "The final spell is concealed at the start."
Phoenix:
Okay...so what does that mean?
Layton:
As you know, all the spells are listed within this book.
Maya:
Right...the Grand Grimoire!
Layton:
Now, what did Mr Cantabella mean by the start?
Phoenix:
The...front cover?
Layton:
Precisely, Mr Wright. The final spell shall dispel the illusion. The correct incantation is hidden on the front cover itself. Well then, Mr Wright. This is the final puzzle. Soon a new day will begin for the townspeople. Let us put an end to this illusion, once and for all!
Phoenix:
Yeah!
Puzzle #70: The Final SpellFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
90
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Anime cutscene
Layton:
The sun is rising, and when it does... its light will reveal the truth behind Labyrinthia's mysteries.
Phoenix:
Now, Professor?
Layton:
Yes. Shall we, Mr Wright?
Phoenix/Layton:
Taelende!
Phoenix:
So this is...the real "magic" behind Labyrinthia...
Layton:
Excellent work, my boy!
Maya:
Hey, it's Luke!
Phoenix:
Hang on a second! The town's full of machinery?!
Maya:
So much for magic. It was all done with these machines!
Storyteller:
That's right. With magic, witches can fly, buildings can disappear... Those are no easy feats to stage. To make all those incredible things real, we needed a great deal of machinery.
Phoenix:
(Couldn't he have just, I dunno, made the magic a bit simpler?)
Layton:
A "witch" would say the incantation, and Shades would "stop time" with their silver bells.
Maya:
And they'd go wild with these machines, making all sorts of crazy stuff happen! That's so cool. I'd love to try it!
Luke:
I took a quick crash course before operating the machines! Not bad, hey?
Layton:
Yes, Luke. What would we do without you?
Maya:
So, when's my turn? I wanna pick something up off the ground and make it fly through the air!
Phoenix:
...I wish you'd stop looking at me when you say that, Maya.
Layton:
Well... In any case, I think we should head back to the courthouse.
Maya:
Right you are, Professor! The judge might have fallen asleep waiting for us!
Special Court
Judge:
The sun has risen above Labyrinthia and has shown us our town's true form. Well, I really don't think there is any need for a verdict any more. The witches on trial weren't witches after all. I am deeply relieved that those I have sentenced are still alive and well. At last, I can step down from this seat with a clear conscience. And now... the final verdict in the last Witches' Court session ever to be held...
Not Guilty
Bell Tower Area
Phoenix:
I'm very grateful for all the help, Professor.
Layton:
The feeling is mutual, Mr Wright. A gentleman always fights for the truth. I could not have done otherwise.
Judge:
I'd like to congratulate the two of you. You both did splendidly in the court.
Maya:
Oh! It's the judge!
Judge:
You've brought to light the truth about this town... although I still find it astonishing that we could not see all of this. I cannot even begin to imagine how it was achieved...
Storyteller:
You were all given a very simple instruction when you were hypnotised. "You cannot see pure black." That was sufficient.
Judge:
Oh, now I see! These strange contraptions are made from some sort of black metal...
Luke:
Wait just a second! There are plenty of black objects all over Labyrinthia, aren't there?!
Maya:
Yeah, that's right! My hair's charcoal black, too!
Layton:
...Ah, but it is not pure black.
Luke:
Whaaat...?
Layton:
What we often perceive as the colour black is in fact far from being "pure black". Our brains interpret reflections of light as colours. Objects which reflect even the smallest amount of light are not pure black.
Storyteller:
Pure black is only encountered within nature as darkness.
Luke:
Darkness, sir?
Storyteller:
The machines used in Labyrinthia are coated in a special material developed by Labrelum Inc. It absorbs light without reflecting any. It is the only material that can be said to be pure black.
Maya:
Oh! I bet this invisibility robe is also made of that same material, right?
Storyteller:
That's correct. And of course, the bell tower was concealed using the very same material as well.
Layton:
............ When you think about it... this town abounds in all things invisible.
Maya:
Huh?
Layton:
Miss Darklaw...or should I say Miss Belduke...
Darklaw:
Y-yes...?
Layton:
For ten long years, your memories had been suppressed.
Darklaw:
The truth about what occurred in the belfry was invisible to me, you mean?
Layton:
Mr Cantabella and your father knew it all along. They knew who actually rang the bell.
Darklaw:
What? Did they really... Is that true, Cantabella?
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
As we have demonstrated, it was easy to deduce from the situation in the belfry.
Darklaw:
But if he knew that all along, why didn't he say something...?
Layton:
It was, of course, for your own good.
...Don't be angry at her!
Storyteller:
You were trying to pin the blame for that disaster on Espella...
Darklaw:
Yes, I was! But if you knew that, why did you keep quiet about it...? If you had only scolded me back then for lying... maybe Espella wouldn't have suffered such trauma!
Storyteller:
............ It was...your eyes, Eve.
Darklaw:
What?
Storyteller:
Your eyes weren't those of a liar. You believed in what you said. You truly thought it was Espella. What you saw was too much for you to bear. Your mind blocked out the real memory of what happened in order to maintain your own sanity.
Had I called you a liar then...
Layton:
You would probably have suffered a mental breakdown.
Darklaw:
Ah!
Layton:
Mr Cantabella and your father created this town. You were mistaken in thinking it was purely for Espella's sake. It was also for you, Miss Belduke.
Darklaw:
Argh...
Layton:
Remember what your father wrote in his suicide note.
I have only two concerns. The first is my daughter. It pains me to be leaving her alone in this world... Although she probably doesn't think of me as her father.
Darklaw:
............ I had an argument with my father once. He was always thinking only about the town and paid no attention to me...
Storyteller:
So you moved out and broke off contact with him... But you were wrong about your father. Not a single day passed without him thinking about you. He helped to make the Story I was weaving a reality, for your sake.
Darklaw:
............ I've been so ignorant. I was so convinced Father was driven to suicide by you...
Layton:
Your father couldn't bear the sense of guilt he had accumulated over the past ten years. Even though he killed himself in the end, I believe you were always the most important person to him.
Darklaw:
............
???:
Um...
Espella:
Eve...?
Darklaw:
Espella! ............ Espella, what I did to you is unforgivable. I rewrote your Story, putting you through all this... I can't believe I went to such an extreme because of one wrong assumption!
Espella:
No, it's okay, Eve. I wasn't angry.
Darklaw:
You weren't?
Espella:
You've always been on my side. Protecting me. And even today...you saved my life.
Darklaw:
Espella...
Espella:
I also owe you an apology. After all...I forgot about my dearest friend. I'm so sorry, Eve.
Eve:
...Meow.
Espella:
Ah, there you are, Eve! Where were you, hmm?
Darklaw:
Ahh... Your cat's called Eve?
Espella:
Eh hehe. You know what I've just noticed? You two are very much alike. You and Eve the cat.
Darklaw:
Wh-what...? It's all in your head.
Eve:
Meow.
Luke:
It looks like Eve has taken a liking to the other Eve!
Maya:
You've got that right! And the similarity is really striking!
Eve:
...Meow.
Darklaw:
Oh dear...
Storyteller:
My accidental guests, Professor Layton and Mr Wright.
Layton:
Yes?
Storyteller:
I must say, I am indebted to you.
Phoenix:
Ah, don't mention it.
Darklaw:
You know, when I started planning my revenge three months ago... Mr Layton was a part of my plans. I needed to lure him to Labyrinthia.
Layton:
Why me?
Darklaw:
You were famous in London, and word of your skills reached me even here. What's more, you specialise in mysteries... So I thought that if you came to this town, you'd feel compelled to solve ours.
Layton:
Ha, well...I am honoured.
Phoenix:
That's cool. And...what about me?
Darklaw:
Ah...well. About you... Err, how should I put it... Your arrival here was purely accidental.
Phoenix:
You mean it wasn't planned?
Darklaw:
As you know, Espella escaped and got involved in that incident on the freighter. As a consequence, I had no choice but to bring you here.
Phoenix:
I see. (I shouldn't have asked...  My fragile pride has suffered yet another blow.)
Maya:
Nick, you can't escape your fate. You're doomed to always find trouble, if it doesn't find you first!
Phoenix:
(How about some words of sympathy for a change?)
Darklaw:
I am terribly sorry. The only thing on my mind the last three months was revenge.
Storyteller:
Whatever your intentions were, the last witch trial has ended in the best possible way for this town. You were correct in your judgement. You always are.
Darklaw:
You're too kind to me...
Storyteller:
I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Eve. For opening my eyes.
Maya:
Sorry to break up this little happy ending, but... I've sorta got an important question. Why were you going to end the Story?
Storyteller:
............ Only Newton knew the real reason... I am suffering from an incurable illness.
Phoenix:
Wh-what...?
Espella:
D-Dad! You're ill? I-is it serious?
Storyteller:
It is a rare disease with no known cure.
Darklaw:
Why didn't you tell me?! Had I known...
Storyteller:
I wanted this to be my secret. I suppose that was a bad decision on my part. I thought I'd finish the Story before I died and lay the foundations for a new world. Honestly, I was desperate. I didn't much care about Labyrinthia any more.
Espella:
Dad...why did it have to happen to you?! Especially now that we're finally back together...
Storyteller:
Cheer up, Espella.
Espella:
How can I?
Storyteller:
Labrelum's new drug development centre contacted me a short while ago. They have succeeded in creating a new medicine, thanks to Belduke's research. It's a top secret wonder drug for my illness.
Darklaw:
A wonder drug?
Storyteller:
Newton had been working on finding a cure for my illness until the very end. It would seem that the cure was his final gift to me.
Darklaw:
...! My father...
Storyteller:
Newton was the truest friend I ever had. I'm going to undergo surgery. Do not fear, I shall return. So stop making that sad face, Espella.
Espella:
............ Dad...will everything be back to how it once was?
Storyteller:
Of course it will.
Espella:
And, Eve...will you...will you still be my friend?
Darklaw:
............ Of course.* (voice-over only)
Espella:
Thank you!* (voice-over only)
Espella:
I'm going to drop by Mrs Eclaire's bakery. I've got so much to tell her! Do you mind if I go, Dad? It won't take long.
Storyteller:
Of course not. Please do.
Espella:
Looks like Eve wants to come too!
Darklaw:
What? Oh... You meant the cat...
Eve:
Meow.
Maya:
Espella, mind if we tag along?
Espella:
Not at all! You're welcome to come!
Maya:
Awesome! Maybe we'll get some tasty baked bread out of this!
Luke:
Uhm...I thought we were going there for a different reason... Well anyway, I'll be off then, Professor.
Layton:
Pass on my regards to Mrs Eclaire, Luke.
Phoenix:
So, uhm... What's going to happen to the town?
Storyteller:
I've released everyone from hypnosis. They will soon recover the memories of their lives before Labyrinthia. As of today, Project Labyrinthia is over.
Layton:
Ah, I see.
Storyteller:
They are free to leave, if they so wish. I imagine they will make a run for it... This place will turn into uninhabited ruins, just like it was ten years ago.
???:
I have some doubts about that.
Phoenix:
Y-Your Honour!
Judge:
I now understand that this town is an artificial creation of yours. Nonetheless... To us Labyrinthians, the past ten years were real.
Storyteller:
............
Layton:
No one can yet tell how this town will change. However, it is possible... that some people will want to stay. Who knows, perhaps you will find yourself creating a new town along with them.
Storyteller:
A new town, you say...?
Judge:
I am no longer the judge. But, if possible... I would like to remain here.
Storyteller:
............ You have my gratitude, Your Honour.
Judge:
You need not address me as "Your Honour" any more, "Sir Storyteller".
Storyteller:
...Heh.
Phoenix:
Whew...and so... the last witch trial has drawn to a close.
If clearing for the first time
What did Mr Wright, Mr Layton and my father talk about? That, I do not know. But...Dad made a promise to me. Once everyone recovers their memories and he is cured of his illness... he will return to write a new story, with everyone's help. This time... the story will be real, without any lies or illusions.
Leads to cutscene
If clearing on all subsequent times
What did Wright, Layton and Cantabella talk about? I do not know, and there's no need for me to know. Whatever it was, Cantabella made a promise to me and Espella afterwards. He said he would restore everyone's memories and wrap up Labyrinthia's story. He would fight to recover from his illness and undoubtedly return to this town. I have the utmost trust in my father's research results. What he discovered is certain to work. I know this better than anyone. And then, a new story will begin for the town of Labyrinthia. It will be real this time, not built on deception. When I read my father's last letter, I remembered his face. He was smiling, like always. That's how I will forever remember him. Today I learned that I have always been looked after and protected. By Cantabella...and by my father. Now that I know the real cause of my father's suicide...I've decided to change. This is the dawn of a new story for me, as well.
Leads to cutscene
Anime cutscene
Maya:
What a beautiful sound.
Layton:
Almost as if it's ringing in a new beginning for the town.
Espella:
Thank you, Eve...
Layton:
Okay, then... whenever you are ready, Mr Barnham.
Espella:
Thank you! Thank you all so much for everything!
Maya:
Espella, you take care now!
Luke:
You too, Mr Cantabella! Bye!
Espella:
Be sure to visit us again!
Phoenix:
You can bet on it!
Layton:
I wish all of you the very best!
Townspeople:
Goodbye!
Layton:
Mr Wright... I knew I could count on you, to stand your ground and fight me to the very end.
Phoenix:
Me too... I always believed in you, Professor. And I know that's why we managed to get to the mysterious truth behind this town.
Maya:
When we get back to England, we'll drop by and see you, Luke.
Luke:
Great! I'll show you around London!
Layton's Office
Luke:
You know, Professor, I feel like I've just finished reading a really long story.
Layton:
Indeed, Luke, I know what you mean. It certainly was an enthralling adventure.
Luke:
I wonder how Espella and the others back in Labyrinthia are getting on... I'd love to go back and see them. Although I'd rather not have to be sucked into a book to get there...
Layton:
Perhaps we should ask Carmine to come along with us.
Luke:
Great! It's a real relief he recovered from all of his injuries! ...But he was a bit put out when he found out you'd already solved all the town's secrets, Professor!
Layton:
Ha ha ha... Well, we mustn't forget that we didn't solve them all by ourselves... We couldn't have done it without the help of our friends across the Atlantic.
Luke:
I wonder what they're doing right now... Battling away in a courtroom somewhere?
Layton:
I'd wager they may well be, Luke. At any rate, we must make our own preparations. There's a brand new case that requires our attention... And that means a brand new set of puzzles to be solved, my boy.
Courtroom
???:
If clearing for the first time
Edgeworth:
What's the matter, Wright? Has the cat got your tongue?
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Edgeworth:
Or are you still in a holiday kind of mood? Perhaps your mind is as clouded as the English sky...
Phoenix:
Um... Any hints, Maya?
Maya:
Not really. If only the professor were here... I think at this point you've gotta use that patented "spell" of yours, Nick!
Phoenix:
Patented spell?
Maya:
Helloooo, Earth to Nick?! Just when we think it's all over, you always use it to turn the tables!
Phoenix:
...Ah, got it. I just have to close my eyes and say the "magic" word... Luckily, I don't need a witch's sceptre for this one... Heh.
Edgeworth:
Save the chit-chat for later, Wright. I've almost missed that utterly annoying "spell" of yours... Fine. Let's hear it then.
Leads to:
"Just take a deep breath and give it all you've got!"
If clearing on all subsequent times
Flynch:
Well, well, well! Thought you could get rid of me that easily, did you?!
Phoenix:
Ugh...  Um... Any hints, Maya?
Maya:
Not really. If only the professor were here... I think at this point you've gotta use that patented "spell" of yours, Nick!
Phoenix:
Patented spell?
Maya:
Helloooo, Earth to Nick?! Just when we think it's all over, you always use it to turn the tables!
Phoenix:
...Ah, got it. I just have to close my eyes and say the "magic" word... Luckily, I don't need a witch's sceptre for this one... Heh.
Flynch:
What's this? A spell? What foolishness are you spouting?
Leads to:
"Just take a deep breath and give it all you've got!"
Maya:
Just take a deep breath and give it all you've got!
Phoenix:
Well, here goes...
Phoenix:
Fin.
MYSTERY SOLVED
The Great Witch Bezella
The Great Witch Bezella was a fictional character created by the Storyteller to protect the young Espella from trauma. This spawned the many mysteries that followed.
They no longer need Bezella, nor the witches or witchcraft that were essential for her existence.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
I have no idea how... And here's your penalty.
Phoenix:
Arrghhhhhhhh! P-Professor...I could really use a hand!
Layton:
Regrettably, Mr Wright, I cannot oblige your request.
Phoenix:
Why not...?
Layton:
A gentleman must play the game fair and square, would you not agree?
Phoenix:
(Ughhh... Apparently gentlemen make for pretty cold-hearted prosecutors.)
Layton:
I am, after all, a gentleman.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
That's rather hopeless. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
It's...hopeless?
Judge:
Yes, defender. Hopeless. That which lacks hope. Much like the accused's fate. And here is the punishment to match such a performance.
Phoenix:
(I could've done without the definition... or the insult, for that matter...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There is a serious contradiction in that last statement!
Judge:
Unfortunately, you appear to be mistaken.
Phoenix:
Gaaaaah! (Ugh... Yeah, it looks like I was wrong.)
Layton:
Ah, Mr Wright. Speaking of mistakes, that reminds me of a puzzle...
Judge:
...I understand that puzzle-solving is a wonderful pastime, but please indulge in it after this trial.
Layton:
Ah, yes. My apologies.
Phoenix:
(Are you trying to make me feel worse, Professor...?)
Question Espella Cantabella incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Espella?
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
Um, hello? Espella?
Espella:
Oh! Yes? What is it?
Phoenix:
Regarding the testimony we've just heard... Is there anything you'd like to say about it?
Espella:
............ I'm sorry, Mr Wright. I'm not sure about anything at all...
Phoenix:
(Something's blocking out her memories... Maybe trying to force them back all at once isn't the best thing for her... I've got no choice now but to trust the professor and keep on going.)
Judge:
Well then, let's carry on. Witness, continue testifying!
Question Storyteller incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Mr Storyteller?
Storyteller:
............ I am no longer the Storyteller. I am...Arthur Cantabella.
Phoenix:
The president of Labrelum Inc., a pharmaceutical company...yes, I know.
Storyteller:
That's my true identity.
Phoenix:
Okay. So, Mr Cantabella, is there anything in the testimony we've just heard that you'd like to expand on?
Storyteller:
No, there is nothing to add.
Phoenix:
Are you really sure about that? The expression on your face indicated otherwise.
Storyteller:
I'm afraid you are mistaken.
Phoenix:
............ By the way, I wanted to tell you I'm a big fan of Labrelum's flu syrup. The slogan's kind of catchy, too.
Storyteller:
"Hey, you! You, with the flu! Labrelum that illness and feel good as new!" ...I wrote that one.
Layton:
If I may interrupt... This small talk is irrelevant to the trial and probably of little interest to Mr Cantabella, the company president.
Judge:
That's right. And now, witness, continue testifying!
Question Darklaw incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Darklaw...
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
Would you like to comment on the testimony we've just heard?
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
It seemed like something in it attracted your attention...
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
(I guess whatever I say, she'll just stand there going "..." with her eyes closed.)
Maya:
Darklaw doesn't make a great witness, does she?
Phoenix:
............
Maya:
Don't you "..." me!
Judge:
Well then, witness, continue testifying!
Too many penalties
Judge:
There is no need to continue this trial. The accused's true identity has been proven beyond doubt. The court shall now issue the final verdict for Espella Cantabella!
Guilty
Judge:
It is a crime to be a witch. We must do everything to erase magic from the world. Despicable witch! Into the flames with you!
The First Turnabout (anime)
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The First Turnabout
Transcript
Transcript (JP)
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Episode 1The First Turnabout
*gasp*... *gasp*... Dammit! ...Why me? I can't get caught... Not like this! I-I've gotta find someone to pin this on... Someone like... him! I'll make it look like HE did it!
August 3, 9:47 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
(Boy am I nervous!)
Mia:
Wright!
Phoenix:
Oh, h-hiya, Chief.
Mia:
Whew, I'm glad I made it on time. Well, I have to say Phoenix, I'm impressed! Not everyone takes on a murder trial right off the bat like this. It says a lot about you... and your client as well.
Phoenix:
Um... thanks. Actually, it's because I owe him a favor.
Mia:
A favor? You mean, you knew the defendant before this case?
Phoenix:
Yes. Actually, I kind of owe my current job to him. He's one of the reasons I became an attorney.
Mia:
Well, that's news to me!
Phoenix:
I want to help him out any way I can! I just... really want to help him, I owe him that much.
???:
(It's over! My life, everything, it's all over!)
Mia:
... Isn't that your client screaming over there?
Phoenix:
Yeah... that's him.
???:
(Death! Despair! Ohhhh! I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna die!!!)
Mia:
It sounds like he wants to die...
Phoenix:
Um, yeah. *sigh*
Butz:
Nick!!!
Phoenix:
Hey. Hey there, Larry.
Butz:
Dude, I'm so guilty!! Tell them I'm guilty!!! Gimme the death sentence! I ain't afraid to die!
Phoenix:
What!? What's wrong, Larry?
Butz:
Oh, it's all over... I... I'm finished. Finished! I can't live in a world without her! I can't! Who... who took her away from me, Nick? Who did this!? Aww, Nick, ya gotta tell me! Who took my baby away!?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... The person responsible for your girlfriend's death? The newspapers say it was you...)
Phoenix:
My name is Phoenix Wright. Here's the story: My first case is a fairly simple one. A young woman was killed in her apartment. The guy they arrested was the unlucky sap dating her: Larry Butz... my best friend since grade school. Our school had a saying: "When something smells, it's usually the Butz." In the 23 years I've known him, it's usually been true. He has a knack for getting himself in trouble. One thing I can say though: it's usually not his fault. He just has terrible luck. But I know better than anyone, that he's a good guy at heart. That and I owe him one. Which is why I took the case... to clear his name. And that's just what I'm going to do!
August 3, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Larry Butz.
Payne:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The, um, defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Ahem. Mr. Wright? This is your first trial, is it not?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. I'm, um, a little nervous.
Judge:
Your conduct during this trial will decide the fate of your client. Murder is a serious charge. For your client's sake, I hope you can control your nerves.
Phoenix:
Thank... thank you, Your Honor.
Judge:
... Mr. Wright, given the circumstances... I think we should have a test to ascertain your readiness.
Phoenix:
Y-Your Honor. (Gulp... Hands shaking... Eyesight... fading...)
Judge:
This test will consist of a few simple questions. Answer them clearly and concisely. Please state the name of the defendant in this case.
Phoenix Wright
Phoenix:
Um... the defendant... is me, right?
Mia:
Wright! Have you completely lost your mind? Focus! The defendant is the person on trial! You're his lawyer!
Phoenix:
Um, er, eh? Oh yeah, right! Eh heh heh.
Mia:
This is no laughing matter! You did pass the bar, didn't you?
Judge:
Sorry, I couldn't hear your answer. I'll ask once more:
Leads back to:
"Please state the name of the defendant in this case."
Larry Butz
Leads to:
"The defendant? Well, that's Larry Butz, Your Honor."
Mia Fey
Phoenix:
The, um, defendant? That's... er... Mia Fey?
Mia:
Wrong, Wright. Look, I have to leave. I have to go home. I'm... I'm expecting a delivery.
Phoenix:
Aw, c'mon Chief. There's no need to be going so soon, is there?
Mia:
Wright! Listen: the defendant is the one on trial--your client! I mean, that's about as basic as you can get!
Phoenix:
(I've put my foot in it this time! I've got to relax!)
Judge:
Sorry, I couldn't hear your answer. I'll ask once more:
Leads back to:
"Please state the name of the defendant in this case."
Phoenix:
The defendant? Well, that's Larry Butz, Your Honor.
Judge:
Correct. Just keep your wits about you and you'll do fine. Next question: This is a murder trial. Tell me, what's the victim's name?
Phoenix:
(Whew, I know this one! Glad I read the case report cover to cover so many times. It's... wait... Uh-oh! No... no way! I forgot! I'm drawing a total blank here!)
Mia:
Phoenix! Are you absolutely SURE you're up to this? You don't even know the victim's name!?
Phoenix:
Oh, the victim! O-Of course I know the victim's name! I, um, just forgot. ... Temporarily.
Mia:
I think I feel a migraine coming on. Look, the victim's name is listed in the Court Record. Just touch the Court Record button to check it at anytime, okay? Remember to check it often. Do it for me, please. I'm begging you.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Who is the victim in this case?
Mia Fey
Phoenix:
Um... Mia Fey?
Mia:
W-W-What!? How can I be the victim!?
Phoenix:
Oh! Right! Sorry! I, er, it was the first name that popped into my head, and--
Mia:
The Court Record button! Remember to use it when you are in a pinch.
Judge:
Let me ask that one again:
Leads back to:
"Let's hear your answer. Who is the victim in this case?"
Cinder Block
Phoenix:
Oh, um, wasn't it Ms. Block? Ms. Cinder Block?
Judge:
The person in question was a victim of murder, not ill-conceived naming, Mr. Wright.
Mia:
Wright? If you forget something, just touch the Court Record button to help you remember. A mistake in court could cost you the case.
Judge:
I ask you again:
Leads back to:
"Let's hear your answer. Who is the victim in this case?"
Cindy Stone
Leads to:
"Um... the victim's name is Cindy Stone."
Phoenix:
Um... the victim's name is Cindy Stone.
Judge:
Correct. Now, tell me, what was the cause of death? She died because she was...?
Poisoned
Phoenix:
Oh, right! Wasn't she, um, poisoned by er... poison?
Judge:
You're asking me!?
Phoenix:
Um... Chief! Help me out!
Mia:
Check the court record. The Court Record button... remember?
Phoenix:
(Geez. Give a guy a break!)
Judge:
Let me ask again.
Leads back to:
"She died because she was...?"
Hit with a blunt object
Leads to:
"She was struck once, by a blunt object."
Strangled
Phoenix:
Right... she was strangled, wasn't she?
Mia:
Please tell me that was you talking to yourself.
Judge:
If you wish to hang yourself, Mr. Wright, you're welcome to, but not inside my courtroom. I suppose there's nothing to do but give you another try:
Leads back to:
"She died because she was...?"
Phoenix:
She was struck once, by a blunt object.
Judge:
Correct. You've answered all my questions. I see no reason why we shouldn't proceed. You seem much more relaxed, Mr. Wright. Good for you.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Honor. (Because I don't FEEL relaxed, that's for sure.)
Judge:
Well, then... First, a question for the prosecution. Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
As Mr. Wright just told us, the victim was struck with a blunt object. Would you explain to the court just what that "object" was?
Payne:
The murder weapon was this statue of "The Thinker." It was found lying on the floor, next to the victim.
Judge:
I see... the court accepts it into evidence.
Statue added to the Court Record.
Mia:
Wright... Be sure to pay attention to any evidence added during the trial. That evidence is the only ammunition you have in court. Touch the Court Record button to check the Court Record frequently.
Judge:
Mr. Payne, the prosecution may call its first witness.
Payne:
The prosecution calls the defendant, Mr. Butz, to the stand.
Phoenix:
Um, Chief, what do I do now?
Mia:
Pay attention. You don't want to miss any information that might help your client's case. You'll get your chance to respond to the prosecution later, so be ready! Let's just hope he doesn't say anything... unfortunate.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, Larry gets excited easily... this could be bad.)
Payne:
Ahem. Mr. Butz. Is it not true that the victim had recently dumped you?
Butz:
Hey, watch it buddy! We were great together! We were Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Anthony!
Phoenix:
(Um... didn't they all die?)
Butz:
I wasn't dumped! She just wasn't taking my phone calls. Or seeing me... Ever. WHAT'S IT TO YOU, ANYWAY!?
Payne:
Mr. Butz, what you describe is generally what we mean by "dumped." In fact, she had completely abandoned you... and was seeing other men! She had just returned from overseas with one of them the day before the murder!
Butz:
Whaddya mean, "one of them"!? Lies! All of it, lies! I don't believe a word of it!
Payne:
Your Honor, the victim's passport. According to this, she was in Paris until the day before she died.
Passport added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed, she appears to have returned the day before the murder.
Butz:
Dude... no way...
Payne:
The victim was a model, but did not have a large income. It appears that she had several "Sugar Daddies."
Butz:
Daddies? Sugar?
Payne:
Yes. Older men, who gave her money and gifts. She took their money and used it to support her lifestyle.
Butz:
Duuude!
Payne:
We can clearly see what kind of woman this Ms. Stone was. Tell me, Mr. Butz, what do you think of her now?
Mia:
Wright... I don't think you want him to answer that question.
Phoenix:
(Yeah... Larry has a way of running his mouth in all the wrong directions. Should I...?)
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(Might be better not to get involved in this one...)
Payne:
Well, Mr. Butz?
Butz:
Dude, no way! That cheatin' she-dog!
Leads to:
"I'm gonna die. I'm just gonna drop dead!"
Stop him from answering
Phoenix:
My client had no idea the victim was seeing other men! That question is irrelevant to this case!
Payne:
Oof! *wince*
Butz:
Dude! Nick! Whaddya mean, "irrelevant"!? That cheatin' she-dog!
Leads to:
"I'm gonna die. I'm just gonna drop dead!"
Butz:
I'm gonna die. I'm just gonna drop dead! Yeah, and when I meet her in the afterlife... I'm going to get to the bottom of this!
Judge:
Let's continue with the trial, shall we?
Payne:
I believe the accused's motive is clear to everyone.
Judge:
Yes, quite.
Phoenix:
(Oh boy. This is so not looking good.)
Payne:
Next question! You went to the victim's apartment on the day of the murder, did you not?
Butz:
Gulp!
Payne:
Well, did you, or did you not?
Butz:
Heh? Heh heh. Well, maybe I did, and maybe I didn't!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. He went. What do I do?)
Have him answer honestly
Phoenix:
(I know! I'll send him a signal...)
(TELL THE TRUTH)
Butz:
Er... Yeah! Yeah! I was there! I went!
Judge:
Order! Well, Mr. Butz?
Butz:
Dude, chill! She wasn't home, man... So, like, I didn't see her.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Your Honor, the defendant is lying.
Judge:
Lying?
Payne:
The prosecution would like to call a witness who can prove Mr. Butz is lying.
Leads to:
"Well, that simplifies matters. Who is your witness?"
Stop him from answering
Phoenix:
(I'll send him a signal...)
(LIE LIKE A DOG)
Butz:
Um, well, see, it's like this: I don't remember.
Payne:
You "don't remember"? Well then, we'll just have to remind you!
Phoenix:
(I got a bad feeling about this...)
Payne:
We have a witness that can prove he DID go to the victim's apartment that day!
Leads to:
"Well, that simplifies matters. Who is your witness?"
Judge:
Well, that simplifies matters. Who is your witness?
Payne:
The man who found the victim's body. Just before making the gruesome discovery... He saw the defendant fleeing the scene of the crime!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Mr. Payne, the prosecution may call its witness.
Payne:
Yes, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(This is bad...)
Payne:
On the day of the murder, my witness was selling newspapers at the victim's building. Please bring Mr. Frank Sahwit to the stand!
Payne:
Mr. Sahwit, you sell newspaper subscriptions, is this correct?
Sahwit:
Oh, oh yes! Newspapers, yes!
Judge:
Mr. Sahwit, you may proceed with your testimony. Please tell the court what you saw on the day of the murder.
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
Sahwit:
I was going door-to-door, selling subscriptions when I saw a man fleeing an apartment.
I thought he must be in a hurry because he left the door half-open behind him.
Thinking it strange, I looked inside the apartment.
Then I saw her lying there... A woman... not moving... dead!
I quailed in fright and found myself unable to go inside.
I thought to call the police immediately!
However, the phone in her apartment wasn't working.
I went to a nearby park and found a public phone.
I remember the time exactly: It was 1:00 PM.
The man who ran was, without a doubt, the defendant sitting right over there.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(Larry! Why didn't you tell the truth? I can't defend you against a testimony like that!)
Judge:
Incidentally, why wasn't the phone in the victim's apartment working?
Payne:
Your Honor, at the time of the murder, there was a blackout in the building.
Judge:
Aren't phones supposed to work during a blackout?
Payne:
Yes, Your Honor... However, some cordless phones do not function normally. The phone that Mr. Sahwit used was one of those. Your Honor... I have a record of the blackout, for your perusal.
Blackout Record added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Now, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Yes! Er... yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
You may begin your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
C-Cross-examination, Your Honor?
Mia:
Alright, Wright, this is it. The real deal!
Phoenix:
Uh... what exactly am I supposed to do?
Mia:
Why, you expose the lies in the testimony the witness just gave!
Phoenix:
Lies! What?! He was lying!?
Mia:
Your client is innocent, right? Then that witness must have lied in his testimony! Or is your client really... guilty?
Phoenix:
!!! How do I prove he's not?
Mia:
You hold the key! It's in the evidence! Compare the witness's testimony to the evidence at hand. There's bound to be a contradiction in there! First, find contradictions between the Court Record and the witness's testimony. Then, once you've found the contradicting evidence... present it and rub it in the witness's face!
Phoenix:
Um... okay.
Mia:
Touch the Court Record button and point out contradictions in the testimony!
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
Sahwit:
I was going door-to-door, selling subscriptions when I saw a man fleeing an apartment.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Isn't a man leaving an apartment a common sight? I find it odd you would take notice of him...
Sahwit:
Er... heh. I don't know. He just seemed strange to me, that's all. Like he was mad, and yet frightened at the same time. Just like... a criminal fleeing the scene of a crime!
Phoenix:
The defense requests that the witness refrain from conjecture!
Payne:
Of course. What the witness means is that the man he saw looked suspicious. So, what happened next?
Sahwit:
I thought he must be in a hurry because he left the door half-open behind him.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Half-open... you say?
Sahwit:
Yes, yes, the door was open halfway. Yes. I watched for a moment, but no one came to close the door. "That's odd, in a big city like this," I thought...
Payne:
I see. And what happened next?
Sahwit:
Thinking it strange, I looked inside the apartment.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What gave you the idea to do that?
Sahwit:
Well, the door was half-open, you see. Isn't it only human to want to... peek? We climb mountains because they are there! It's the same thing.
Payne:
Truer words have never been spoken! Anyone would look inside!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... why did Payne cut him off so quickly?)
Payne:
So you looked into the apartment. What happened then?
Sahwit:
Then I saw her lying there... A woman... not moving... dead!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure she was dead?
Sahwit:
W-Well, no, I guess I wasn't. But, she wasn't moving at all, and there was blood everywhere.
Phoenix:
(I guess that would look fatal to anyone...) Very well, what happened next?
Sahwit:
I quailed in fright and found myself unable to go inside.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you didn't touch ANYTHING in the apartment?
Sahwit:
Um, yes. I mean no! Nothing.
Phoenix:
Okay. What happened next?
Sahwit:
I thought to call the police immediately!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You "thought" to call the police? Does that mean you didn't actually call them!?
Payne:
Please, please... Listen to the rest of the testimony. You thought to call the police... What happened next?
Sahwit:
However, the phone in her apartment wasn't working.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The phone in her apartment wasn't working?
Sahwit:
Yes. I mean, no, no it wasn't. Right.
Phoenix:
But you said you didn't go into the apartment... or did you!?
Sahwit:
Oh, oh, that? I can explain that! There was a cordless phone on a shelf in the entranceway. I reached inside and tried using that to call...
Payne:
And the phone wasn't working, correct? What happened next?
Sahwit:
I went to a nearby park and found a public phone.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why use a public phone?
Sahwit:
Well, you see, I don't have a cell phone. And, being the middle of the afternoon, there was no answer at the nearby apartments.
Phoenix:
Ah, right... what time did you call again?
Sahwit:
I remember the time exactly: It was 1:00 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
1:00 PM! Are you certain?
Sahwit:
Yes. Absolutely.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He seems really confident.)
Mia:
1:00 PM? Wright. Doesn't that seem strange to you? Present some evidence to contradict him!
Present Cindy's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You found the body at 1:00 PM. You're sure?"
Sahwit:
The man who ran was, without a doubt, the defendant sitting right over there.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely, 100% positive?
Sahwit:
Yes, it was him. No mistake about it.
Payne:
The witness says he's certain!
Mia:
That's all of it. There must be a contradiction in there somewhere. Examine the Court Record button if something strikes you as being suspicious. Then, find the evidence that contradicts his testimony, and present it to him!
Phoenix:
You found the body at 1:00 PM. You're sure?
Sahwit:
Yes. It was 1:00 PM, for certain.
Phoenix:
Frankly, I find that hard to believe! Your statement directly contradicts the autopsy report. The autopsy notes the time of death at sometime after 4PM. There was nobody to... er... no "body" to find at 1:00 PM! How do you explain this three-hour gap?
Sahwit:
!!! Oh, that! Oh, er...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
This is trivial! The witness merely forgot the time!
Judge:
After his testimony, I find that hard to believe. Mr. Sahwit... Why were you so certain that you found the body at 1:00 PM?
Sahwit:
I.. er... well, I... Gee, that's a really good question!
Mia:
Great job, Wright! Way to put him on the spot! That's all you have to do: point out contradictions! Lies always beget more lies! See through one, and their whole story falls apart!
Sahwit:
Wait! I remember now!
Judge:
Would you care to give your testimony again?
Witness Testimony
-- The Time of Discovery --
Sahwit:
You see, when I found the body, I heard the time.
There was a voice saying the time... It was probably coming from the television.
Oh, but it was three hours off, wasn't it?
I guess the victim must have been watching a video of a taped program!
That's why I thought it was 1:00 PM!
Terribly sorry about the misunderstanding...
Judge:
Hmm... I see. You heard a voice saying the time on a taped program. Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness.
Mia:
Wright! You know what to do!
Phoenix:
I've got this one.
Cross Examination
-- The Time of Discovery --
Sahwit:
You see, when I found the body, I heard the time.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You said "heard"... Not "saw"?
Sahwit:
Yes, heard. All I saw was the body lying there... I didn't think to look at anything else, least of all my watch.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Isn't that a little strange? So you're saying you "heard" something. But if you were so shocked by the body, you wouldn't hear anything at all!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
The witness did say he actually heard the time. It's ludicrous to suggest he "wouldn't hear anything"!
Judge:
Hmm... I have to agree with the prosecution. Witness, continue your testimony.
Present Blackout Record
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold it right there!"
Sahwit:
There was a voice saying the time... It was probably coming from the television.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure it was a television and not... a radio?
Sahwit:
Well, no, I guess it might have been a radio.
Payne:
Incidentally, there was no radio on the premises. There was only one large television.
Mia:
Wright! I can't put my finger on it, but something about this seems fishy. Something about "hearing" the television...
Payne:
The witness has testified. He heard the time.
Present Blackout Record
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold it right there!"
Sahwit:
Oh, but it was three hours off, wasn't it?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How do you explain the gap!
Judge:
Well, witness? Can you explain this?
Present Blackout Record
Phoenix:Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold it right there!"
Sahwit:
I guess the victim must have been watching a video of a taped program!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A.. video?
Sahwit:
Yes, that would explain why the time was wrong!
Phoenix:
True, true...
Mia:
Wright! I think the problem lies someplace else...
Judge:
We're agreed that you heard the time at the scene, then.
Present Blackout Record
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold it right there!"
Sahwit:
That's why I thought it was 1:00 PM!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure the voice you heard said it was 1:00 PM?
Sahwit:
Yes, I can practically hear it now. It was quite clear.
Judge:
Mr. Payne, has the prosecution verified this testimony?
Payne:
My apologies, Your Honor. I, too, have only just learned that the witness "heard" the time.
Sahwit:
Oh, I'm really sorry. I only remembered it just now.
Present Blackout Record
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold it right there!"
Sahwit:
Terribly sorry about the misunderstanding...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Well, you just watch it! (Hmm... Not much point pressing him on that one, was there?)
Mia:
Notice anything suspicious?
Phoenix:
Hold it right there! The prosecution has said there was a blackout at the time of the discovery! And this record proves it!
Sahwit:
...!
Phoenix:
You couldn't have heard a television... or a video!
Sahwit:
Gah!!! I... well... urk!
Judge:
The defense has a point. Do you have an explanation for this, Mr. Sahwit?
Sahwit:
No, I... I find it quite puzzling myself! Quite! ... Aah! W-wait! I remember now!
Judge:
Mr. Sahwit? The court would prefer to hear an accurate testimony from the very beginning. These constant corrections are harming your credibility. That, and you seem rather... distraught.
Sahwit:
...! M-my apologies, Your Honor! It... er, it must have been the shock of finding the body!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Sahwit. Let's hear your testimony once more please.
Witness Testimony
-- Hearing the Time --
Sahwit:
Actually, I didn't "hear" the time... I "saw" it!
There was a table clock in the apartment, wasn't there!
Yeah, the murder weapon! The killer used it to hit the victim!
That must have been what I saw.
Judge:
You saw a clock? I guess that would explain it. The defense may cross-examine the witness.
Phoenix:
Gladly.
Cross Examination
-- Hearing the Time --
Sahwit:
Actually, I didn't "hear" the time... I "saw" it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That strikes me as a very suspicious mistake.
Sahwit:
Yes, I can see how you'd be a little doubtful... I'm really sorry. I only just remembered that table clock!
Judge:
A "table clock"?
Sahwit:
There was a table clock in the apartment, wasn't there!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A "table clock"? Was there a clock at the scene?
Judge:
This is the first I've heard of it!
Present Statue
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait just a moment!"
Sahwit:
Yeah, the murder weapon! The killer used it to hit the victim!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The... murder weapon?
Sahwit:
Yes, the table clock that was used as a weapon! That's what I just said. Did you doze off in the middle of my testimony or something?
Phoenix:
(Something's fishy here...)
Present Statue
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait just a moment!"
Sahwit:
That must have been what I saw.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why didn't you tell us that in the first place?
Sahwit:
I guess it just slipped my mind! I'm not really sure how it happened myself...
Payne:
The witness says he saw the table clock. End of story.
Present Statue
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait just a moment!"
Mia:
Now, find the contradiction!
Phoenix:
Wait just a moment! The murder weapon wasn't a clock. It was this statue! Now how is this supposed to be a clock?
Sahwit:
Whaa!? Y-you with your "objections," and your "evidence"... Just who do you think you are!?
Phoenix:
Just answer the question, Mr. Sahwit.
Sahwit:
Hey, I... I saw it there, okay! That's a clock!
Payne:
Your Honor! If I may...
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
As the witness stated, this statue is indeed a clock. The neck is a switch. You just tilt it, and it says the time out loud. As it doesn't look like a clock, I submitted it as a statue. My apologies.
Judge:
I see. So the murder weapon was a table clock after all. Well, Mr. Wright? It appears that the witness's testimony was correct. This is a clock. Do you have any problems with his testimony now?
No
Phoenix:
I guess not. There was a clock on the scene, so, no problem.
Mia:
Wright! Are you out of your mind!? That clock doesn't look like a clock at all! The witness couldn't have possibly known it was a clock just by seeing it! He said himself, he never entered the apartment! It was in his testimony!
Phoenix:
Hey! You're right!
Judge:
Is something the matter? Does the defense have anything to add?
Phoenix:
Yes... Yes I do!
Leads to:
"The only way he could have known the weapon was a clock is to hold it in his hand."
Yes
Phoenix:
Your Honor, there is a gaping hole in the witness's testimony!
Leads to:
"The only way he could have known the weapon was a clock is to hold it in his hand."
Phoenix:
The only way he could have known the weapon was a clock is to hold it in his hand. Yet the witness testified that he never entered the apartment! Clearly, a contradiction!
Judge:
Hmm... indeed!
Phoenix:
The witness knew it was a clock, because he...
Went into the apartment
Leads to:
"You're lying! You were inside the apartment on the day of the murder!"
Knew the victim
Phoenix:
Tell me, isn't it true that you knew the victim? In fact, you were one of her "sugar daddies"! Be frank with us, Mr. Sahwit!
Sahwit:
Hmph. "Frank"? I'm always "Frank"!
Payne:
Your Honor. We have complete records of the victim's relationships. Mr. Frank Sahwit does not appear anywhere.
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, really?
Judge:
Please, Mr. Wright... Is "Huh" the best response you can muster up? Try to refrain from making off-the-cuff accusations in the future.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor. Let me think this over.
Leads back to:
"The witness knew it was a clock, because he..."
Phoenix:
You're lying! You were inside the apartment on the day of the murder!
Sahwit:
Oh yeah? Prove it! Prove I went in there!
Phoenix:
I'll do better than that! I can prove you were the one who killed her! You struck her with the clock, and the shock of the blow triggered the clock's voice! That was the sound you heard!
Judge:
Order in the court! Intriguing. Please continue, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. Mr. Sahwit. The sound must have left quite an impression on you. Understandable, since the murder weapon spoke just as you hit the victim! That voice was burned into your mind. That's why you were so certain about the time!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
W-w-what's the meaning of this? This is all baseless conjecture!
Phoenix:
Baseless...? Just look at the witness's face!
Sahwit:
Ngh... grrrah!
Judge:
Would the witness care to elaborate? Did you strike the victim with the clock?
Sahwit:
I... I...! That... that day... I... I never! Look... I... the clock... I heard, no! I mean, I saw...Saw... nggg! Gwaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Shutupshutupshutup! I hate you! I-it was him, I tell you! I saw him! H-he killed her and he should burn! Burn! Give him death!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court I say!
Payne:
Your Honor, a-a moment please! There isn't a shred of evidence supporting the defense's claims!
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Your Honor?
Judge:
You claim the sound the witness heard came from the clock... Do you have any evidence?
Phoenix:
(The whole case is riding on this! I'd better think it through carefully!) Yes, Your Honor. The sound Mr. Sahwit heard was definitely this clock. A fact which is clear if you simply...
Examine the clock's batteries
Phoenix:
All you have to do is examine the batteries!
Judge:
Indeed? The batteries are... in the right way. The clock seems to be working fine. What exactly did you mean, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, the clock was working fine!
Payne:
Yes, and...?
Phoenix:
... Umm, I'm sorry, I think I got confused back there with all those testimonies.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I expect more from a lawyer in this court. Even if it is your first day. I'm afraid I have to penalize you! Try to think things through more carefully.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor. As I was saying...
Leads back to:
"(The whole case is riding on this! I'd better think it through carefully!)"
Ask the neighbors
Phoenix:
All you have to do is talk to the victim's neighbors!
Judge:
Talk to the neighbors...?
Phoenix:
I'm sure one of them heard the clock tell the time when the incident occurred!
Judge:
I see... Does the prosecution have anything to say, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
We have already made all the necessary inquiries. Everyone living near the victim's apartment was out at the time of the murder. Furthermore, even if a neighbor had heard the clock, that would not prove that Mr. Sahwit had heard anything.
Judge:
Hmm... That is true. I believe you may be wrong, Mr. Wright. You'll receive a penalty for that, unfortunately.
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry, Your Honor! Let me think about it again!
Leads back to:
"(The whole case is riding on this! I'd better think it through carefully!)"
Try sounding the clock
Leads to:
"Let's sound the clock now, here in this court."
Phoenix:
Let's sound the clock now, here in this court. Your Honor, may I have the clock? I ask the court to listen very carefully...
...*beep*...[I think it's 8:25.]
Judge:
That certainly is a strange way to announce the time.
Phoenix:
Well, he is "The Thinker," after all.
Judge:
So, we've heard the clock. What are your conclusions, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Mr. Payne... can you tell me what time it is now?
Payne:
It's 11:25... Ack!
Phoenix:
As you can see, this clock is exactly three hours slow! Precisely the discrepancy between what Mr. Sahwit heard and the actual time of death! So, Mr. Sahwit... Try to talk your way out of this one!
Sahwit:
... ...Hah! Hah hah! You forgot one thing!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... what's he talking about...?)
Sahwit:
While it may seem like that clock IS running three hours slow... It proves nothing! How do you know it was running three days slow on the day of the murder!? If you can't prove that, you don't have a case!
Phoenix:
...! (He's right! How am I going to prove that!? Dammit! I was so close!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright? It seems you lack the critical evidence to support your claim.
Phoenix:
...! Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
This means I cannot let you indict the witness. Unfortunately... This ends the cross-examination of Mr. Frank Sahwit.
Sahwit:
I come all the way down here to testify, and look what happens! You treat me like a criminal! A criminal! You lawyers are all slime!
Phoenix:
(Grr! I almost had him! Sorry, Larry... I failed you. There's nothing I can do about it now...)
Mia:
Not so fast, Mr. Sahwit!
Phoenix:
Mia! I mean, Chief!
Mia:
Listen up, Wright! Don't throw this one away, not like this! Think!
Phoenix:
But, Chief, it's over. I can't prove the clock was slow the day of the murder! Nobody can prove that!
Mia:
Um... well, yes. But that doesn't mean you can't still win! Try thinking out of the box! Don't waste time doubting the facts. Assume the clock was three hours slow and... Think through it! Ask yourself, "Why was the clock three hours slow"? Figure out the reason, and you'll have your proof! Right, Wright? Can you think of a reason as to why the clock would be three hours slow?
Yes
Phoenix:
... Wait! Maybe I can prove it!
Mia:
You must have evidence somewhere that can prove it, Wright! Find it and let them have it!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? You say the clock was already running slow on the day of the murder... Have you found evidence to support this claim?
Phoenix:
Of course. There is a piece of evidence in the Court Record that can prove my claim beyond a doubt!
Sahwit:
Hah! Tough words! Let's see you pull this one off!
Leads to:
"Let's see this evidence that proves why the clock was running slow!"
No
Phoenix:
H-how am I supposed to know that!?
Mia:
I know you can figure it out! There must be some evidence in the Court Record... Something that can show why that clock was three hours slow! Find it, and he won't have a foot to stand on!
Judge:
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Y-y-yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
You say the clock was already running slow on the day of the murder... Do you have evidence to prove this?
Phoenix:
(This is it... all or nothing!) Yes, Your Honor. I believe I have the evidence that can prove my claim!
Sahwit:
Hah hah! I'd like to see THAT!
Leads to:
"Let's see this evidence that proves why the clock was running slow!"
Judge:
Let's see this evidence that proves why the clock was running slow!
Present Passport
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The victim had just returned home from abroad the day before the murder."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Um, excuse me. This proves your claim... how? I can't see what that evidence has to do with the clock.
Phoenix:
(D'oh! That wasn't it!) One more chance... Give me just one more chance!
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright, but time is not on your side. Be quick about it.
Leads back to:
"Let's see this evidence that proves why the clock was running slow!"
Phoenix:
The victim had just returned home from abroad the day before the murder. As we all know, the time difference between here and Paris is nine hours! When it's 4:00 PM here, it's 1:00 AM the next day there. The clock wasn't three hours slow, it was nine hours fast! The victim hadn't reset her clock since returning home! That's why the time you heard when you struck her dead in her apartment was wrong! Proof enough for you, Mr. Sahwit? Or should I say... Mr. Did It!
Sahwit:
Ngh! ...!
Judge:
O-order! Order, I say!
Judge:
Well... This case has certainly turned out differently than we all expected. Mr. Payne... your witness?
Payne:
He... er... he was arrested and has been taken away, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
I have to say, I'm impressed. I don't think I've ever seen someone complete a defense so quickly... and find the true culprit at the same time!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Honor.
Judge:
At this point, this is only a formality, but... This court finds the defendant, Mr. Larry Butz...
Not Guilty
Judge:
And with that... The court is adjourned.
Phoenix:
It turns out that Frank Sahwit was a common burglar! He posed as a newspaper sales-man to check and see when people were out of the house! That day... When Larry went to her apartment, the victim wasn't home. After he left, Mr. Sahwit let himself in to do his dirty work! While he was searching her place, the victim returned! Flustered, Mr. Sahwit grabbed the nearest blunt object he could find...
August 3, 2:32 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
(Whew... I still can't believe we won!)
Mia:
Wright! Good job in there! Congratulations!
Phoenix:
Th-thanks, Chief. I owe it all to you.
Mia:
Not at all, not at all! You fought your own battles in there. It's been a while since I've seen a trial end on such a satisfying note!
Phoenix:
(I've never seen the chief looking this happy... If she's this glad, imagine how Larry must feel!)
Butz:
My life is over...
Phoenix:
Larry! You're supposed to be happy! What's wrong now!?
Butz:
Aww, Nick... Don't worry 'bout me! I'll be dead and gone soon!
Phoenix:
Good! Wait, no! I mean... Bad! Bad bad bad! Larry, you're innocent! The case is closed.
Butz:
... But... but my Cindy-windy's gone, man! Gone forever!
Phoenix:
(Larry, she was a... Nah... Never mind.)
Mia:
Congratulations, Harry!
Butz:
H-Harry...?
Mia:
Yes, you! I can practically see the headlines now: "Harry Butz, Innocent!"
Butz:
Heh... um... thanks! I really owe you one. I won't forget this, ever! Let's celebrate! Dinner? Movie? My treat!
Mia:
Oh, no, I couldn't.
Phoenix:
(Hey, I was the one who got you off the hook!)
Butz:
Oh, hey! H-here, take this! It's a present!
Mia:
A present? For me? Wait... Wasn't this the evidence that...
Butz:
Actually, I made this clock for her! I made one for her and one for me.
Mia:
R-really? You? You made this? ... Well, thank you. I'll keep it as a memento.
Butz:
Yo, Nick... Can you believe it? I was so into that chick... And... and she was just playing me for a fool! Don't that make you wanna just cry? *sob*
Phoenix:
Larry...
Mia:
... Are you so sure?
Butz:
Ex-squeeze me?
Mia:
I think she thought quite a lot of you, in her own way.
Butz:
Nah, you don't gotta sympathize with me, 'sokay.
Mia:
Oh, I'm not just sympathizing, really. Isn't that right, Wright? Don't you have something to show your friend? Something that proves how she felt about him?
Phoenix:
H-huh? Oh, yeah, right! (What the heck is she talking about?)
Present Statue
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Check this out, Larry. Proof Positive you weren't just some chump to her.
Butz:
Huh...? What about that clock?
Phoenix:
This is the clock YOU made for her, Larry! And she took it with her when she traveled.
Butz:
Whatever. She probably just needed a clock, that's all.
Phoenix:
You think so? It's a pretty heavy clock to take traveling.
Butz:
...
Phoenix:
Well, make of it what you will.
Butz:
... Hey, Nick. I'm glad I asked you to be my lawyer. Really, I am. Thanks.
Phoenix:
(Hope that made him feel a little better...)
Leads to:
"Wright?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here you go, Larry. Proof.
Butz:
... Eh... heh heh? It's okay, Nick. Don't worry about me. I'll forget about her soon enough. Look, I'm gonna head home. Thanks a ton, eh?
Phoenix:
(Guess that wasn't the right thing to show him...)
Leads to:
"Wright?"
Mia:
Wright? I hope you see the importance of evidence now. Also, hopefully you realize, things change depending on how you look at them. People, too. We never really know if our clients are guilty or innocent. All we can do is believe in them. And in order to believe in them, you have to believe in yourself. Wright... Listen. Learn. Grow strong. Never let go of what you believe in. Never.
Mia:
Well, I think our work here is done! Shall we be off?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess so!
Mia:
Say, how about dinner. On me? We'll drink a toast to innocent Butz!
Phoenix:
Yeah!
Mia:
Oh, speaking of Harry... You were saying part of why you became a lawyer was because of him.
Phoenix:
Er, yeah. Part, at least.
Mia:
You'll have to tell me more about it sometime! Maybe... over drinks?
Phoenix:
And so, my first trial came to a close. Larry slapped me on the back and said, "Gee, Nick, it's good to have friends!" But I'm pretty sure he's not going to pay us. Unless you count the clock he gave Mia. ... I didn't know it then... but that clock was soon going to be at the center of another incident. And my promise to tell the chief about me and Larry... would be one promise that I wouldn't be able to keep.
THE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory.
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court see no reason to further prolong the trial. The defense has failed to give the court sufficient reason to doubt the prosecution's claim. This court find the defendant, Mr. Larry Butz...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
The Foreign Turnabout (demo)
Transcript
Episode 1The Foreign Turnabout
Here in Khura'in, death is not the end. Even after death, the soul lives on in the Twilight Realm... and priestesses can commune with the spirits of the dead. Fear not death. In the name of the Holy Mother... fear only impurities of your soul.
???:
This blight on my soul... I'll have the child take the blame...
Phoenix:
(My name is Phoenix Wright, and I run a small law office. Well, that's what I do back home, anyway. Right now, I'm just a traveler; a stranger in a strange land. This is the Kingdom of Khura'in -- a land of spirit mediums and mystery. I was going to take it easy, maybe take in a few sights, until... my cheery guide, Ahlbi Ur'gaid... was suddenly arrested for murder. I couldn't just leave him to his fate... so I took up his defense. Little did I know just how foreign this country's court system would be. Talk about culture shock...)
April 24, 10:24 AMKingdom of Khura'in
Judge:
O foreign lawyer... Let me make this crystal clear to you. We have no need for defense attorneys here in the Kingdom of Khura'in. All of our verdicts are guided by our royal priestess, Her Benevolence, Princess Rayfa. Her Divination Séances determine all.
Phoenix:
(But I can't just let a verdict be handed down with nobody standing in Ahlbi's corner!) If Ahlbi doesn't have a defense attorney, then I'll do it -- I'll be his attorney!
Judge:
Very well. It is a little unorthodox, but I will allow it. Though I hope you are prepared for the consequences as well.
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Mr. Phoenix Wright. To think you would dare go against Her Benevolence and me, Gaspen Payne -- I see you are as foolhardy as ever. Hee hee hee hee hee. No matter. You will learn the hard way what it means to defend someone in this country.
Phoenix:
(Uh... Have we met before...? Or are you confusing me with someone else? ...Not that now's the time for that. I gotta say, it sounds like one tough crowd out there...)
Gallery:
Just you watch! That defense attorney will try and twist the truth! You can bet on it! Get him, Prosecutor Payne! Crush that defense devil!
Phoenix:
(Why in the world do they hate lawyers so much here?)
Judge:
Now, if you would please give your opening argument once again, Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Certainly, Your Magistry. The accused is charged with two crimes: larceny... and murder. Yesterday, the national treasure known as the Founder's Orb... was stolen from the treasure room of Tehm'pul Temple. But that's not all. Along with the empty treasure box... was the dead body of Mr. Paht Rohl, a temple security guard. We believe he was murdered by the thief who stole the treasure. Please allow me to submit as evidence the victim's autopsy report and crime photo.
Rohl's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I should be able to check out the evidence by looking in the Court Record (R). I'd better take a good look at it all later.) And what was the weapon used in this heinous act, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
The victim was bludgeoned to death with the treasure box itself. As you can see here, it's covered in blood. Since you seem to be shamelessly uninformed, allow me to share this newspaper article.
Judge:
Oh! That's the article containing the only public photos of the box in existence.
Payne:
Indeed. It's forbidden for anyone outside of the royal family to view the treasure itself. Which is what makes these photos so special.
Phoenix:
(I guess there are national treasures that are off-limits to the public back home, too.)
Treasure Box added to the Court Record.
Payne:
Your Magistry, the prosecution would like to call the accused as our first witness.
Judge:
Very well. Accused, you will take the stand.
Payne:
Accused, state your name and occupation again, if you would.
Ahlbi:
Ahlbi Ur'gaid, sir.. I'm in training to be a monk... and I'm a tour guide, too.
Phoenix:
Don't worry, Ahlbi. I'm here to defend you.
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright... I didn't know you were a lawyer... You... You tricked me!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ahlbi:
If I knew you were a lawyer, I wouldn't have given you that tour!
Phoenix:
A-Ahlbi, what's gotten into you?
Ahlbi:
Don't talk to me! You... You disgust me!
Phoenix:
(Now even Ahlbi's against me? What's going on here?)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. This must be a new experience for you, Mr. Wright, being loathed by a client. Now, then, accused, please give this court your testimony. I want you to tell us what you were doing at the time of the crime.
Witness Testimony
-- The Accused's Account --
Ahlbi:
I didn't kill Mr. Rohl, and I didn't steal the treasure.
I'm not allowed to go anywhere near the treasure room.
I've never even seen that treasure box with the green Khura'inese butterfly on it!
Payne:
The incident occurred after the Dance of Devotion rite.
Phoenix:
"Dance of Devotion"?
Judge:
You mean you don't know?! The Dance of Devotion that is performed by Her Benevolence to the Song of Ceremony... It's only the must-see of any Khura'inese tour!
Phoenix:
"(That sour-faced girl from earlier? ...I can't see her dancing to ANYTHING, to be honest.)
Judge:
You disappoint me, defense. I expect you to study and memorize this lyrics sheet posthaste!
Song of Ceremony lyrics received at gavel-point.
Judge:
Now then, your cross-examination, please.
Phoenix:
"(Finally, something familiar in this foreign court. Hmm, should I refresh my memory on how cross-examinations work...?)
Yes
Phoenix:
(Okay, so the text in green represents Ahlbi's testimony. And I can progress through it by touching the right arrow. If I want to go back to a previous statement, I can do it by touching the left arrow. And if I find a suspicious-looking statement... I should touch "Present" (R) to open the Court Record. The Court Record contains all of the evidence and data pertinent to this case. So all I have to do is find something that contradicts Ahlbi's testimony... and Present (x) it to the court. But if nothing really sticks out... I can always Press (L) him for a little more info. All right, Phoenix. Time to take a good listen to Ahlbi's testimony!)
Leads to Cross-Examination
No
Phoenix:
(Nah, I'll just treat this like any trial back home.)
Leads to Cross-Examination
Cross-Examination
-- The Accused's Account --
Ahlbi:
I didn't kill Mr. Rohl, and I didn't steal the treasure.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I believe you didn't do either of those things, Ahlbi.
Ahlbi:
............ You do? But you're a lawyer. Of course you'd say that.
Phoenix:
Now, now. There's no need for that.
Payne:
But he's right. Lawyers always claim their client is innocent, even if they have to lie. Just like you're doing right now, accused.
Ahlbi:
D-Don't lump me in with that lawyer! I'm NOT lying! I didn't steal anything and I didn't kill anybody!
Ahlbi:
I'm not allowed to go anywhere near the treasure room.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're not allowed to go near the treasure room? Why is that?
Ahlbi:
It's a rule of the temple. They keep a lot of important things in that room.
Judge:
Yes, like the Founder's Orb, in particular. Only the royal family may lay eyes on it. They say that anyone without spiritual power would instantly go blind.
Ahlbi:
I heard you wouldn't be blinded if you just looked at the outer treasure box. But I've never been anywhere near the treasure room. I'm too scared. You've gotta believe me...!
Ahlbi:
I've never even seen that treasure box with the green Khura'inese butterfly on it!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
A box with a butterfly on it?
Ahlbi:
Yeah. You can see it in that newspaper article. Look! See? There's a relief of the Khura'inese butterfly on the treasure box.
Phoenix:
(Oh, this design here carved on the back of the box. I see it now.)
Payne:
It's a sacred butterfly, said to carry the soul, or "mitamah," of the departed. Its wings form a loop that cradles the mitamah and carries it to the Twilight Realm.
Judge:
As you can see, there's even one depicted here behind me at the judge's bench.
Phoenix:
(Well, what do you know? There it is. ...Though it kinda looks like he's about to be carried off to the Twilight Realm himself.)
Present Treasure Box
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(Oh, Ahlbi... Why would you lie to me...?)"
Phoenix:
(I certainly don't think Ahlbi committed murder. However...)
Ahlbi:
Don't talk to me. You... You disgust me!
Phoenix:
(...That outburst earlier makes me wonder if he'd willingly tell me the truth. I'd better compare his statements and the Court Record carefully. If I find an inconsistency, I can Present some evidence and maybe get him to open up.)
Phoenix:
(Oh, Ahlbi... Why would you lie to me...?) So, you say you've never laid eyes on the treasure box. Is that right?
Ahlbi:
That's right. It's forbidden, so I'd never do that.
Phoenix:
In that case... how did you know there was a green butterfly on it?
Ahlbi:
Oof!
Phoenix:
(Wait, did that bag just move on its own...?)
Ahlbi:
I-I... I saw the picture of it... in that newspaper article.
Phoenix:
Nope. Take another look. These photos are in black and white. You couldn't possibly tell what color the butterfly is from these pictures!
Ahlbi:
Nngh... Ooh... Aaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
(Wh-What the--?!)
Judge:
P-P-Pohlkunka! What is going on here?!
Shah'do:
Rrr... Ruff, ruff! Ruff, ruff!
Ahlbi:
I-I'm sorry about this. This is my dog, Shah'do.
Shah'do:
Ruff, ruff, ruff!
Phoenix:
(So that's what was making his bag move...)
Judge:
O Holy Mother. I thought my heart was about to stop for a second there. Oh, and for our foreign lawyer, "pohlkunka" is what we say when we're surprised.
Phoenix:
I-I see... (Well, that was rather surprising. I can't believe he explained that word to me. Is His Magistry secretly a language nerd...?)
Judge:
Still, if what you've discovered through your cross-examination is correct... then the accused has seen the murder weapon in person before. Which just makes him more suspicious than ever!
Phoenix:
(Which just makes things worse than ever...) Ahlbi. Please give only true statements. I can't help you if you don't tell the truth.
Ahlbi:
............
Shah'do:
Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
Phoenix:
(Darn. I just can't seem to get him to open up to me. What in the world happened in this country... to make even a kid like Ahlbi hate lawyers so much?)
Judge:
As I suspected, this "cross-examination" session has served no purpose whatsoever. But armed as we are with Her Benevolence's Insight... there's no reason to doubt his guilt.
Phoenix:
Wait just one moment, Your Magistry! I haven't seen this Divination Séance for myself yet. As the defense, I have the right to check it!
Judge:
......Hmm... Very well. We will ask to have Her Benevolence perform the Divination Séance again. But, then, right after your tearful begs for mercy, I really do have to be going.
Phoenix:
(The only "tearful begs" are going to come from the prosecution when we're through!)
Rayfa:
............
Phoenix:
(There she is: "Her Benevolence"...)
Rayfa:
......Barb-headed attorney!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Rayfa:
I am told you question the veracity of the sacred Divination Séance. Rest assured, you will soon see the error of your foolish ways!
Judge:
Now then, Your Benevolence. The Divination Séance, if you would.
Rayfa:
Certainly. Nayna, my robe... O Holy Mother! We hold this Divination Séance in your name! Let the eyes of everyone here be clear, and our ears be unstopped! O Dance of Devotion! Guide the victim's soul to me! So that we may receive their final memories in the Pool of Souls!
(Incense, Song of Ceremony, Boy's voice, Boy's voice, Pain)
Phoenix:
(What just happened?! An image appeared in the pool!)
Judge:
A final message from the victim's soul, the last communication of his mitamah... The Divination Séance has revealed this to us.
Payne:
Her Benevolence can use her power of Spirit Communion... to project a victim's memories of the last few moments before their demise.
Phoenix:
(So what we saw in the pool is what Mr. Rohl actually experienced?!)
Payne:
In the victim's memories, we see the accused raising a weapon up over his head. This is consistent with the findings of the police investigation.
Phoenix:
(This looks bad for Ahlbi... Really, really bad...)
Rayfa:
You'll have plenty of time to regret your folly in the Twilight Realm. The souls of the departed speak only the truth, and I but give their messages a voice. If you think my Insights contain falsehood, I challenge you to prove it!
Insight
-- Rayfa's Insight --
Rayfa:
The accused swung whatever he was holding down on the victim's head!
With the pain, the victim's vision went dark. This is when he lost his life.
Still, I can't believe it -- a murder after the morning Dance of Devotion?
Rayfa:
These are the victim's experiences just before his death.
Phoenix:
(As the victim's final memories, we can assume they aren't lies. So how do I break this down?)
Rayfa:
Allow me to relieve you of your ignorance, defense. Did you notice the words that appeared in the Séance vision?
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, I did see words... like "Song of Ceremony" and "Incense.")
Rayfa:
The victim's final memories are not limited to sight alone. Sight, smell, taste, sound, touch -- all is laid bare in the Pool of Souls.
Phoenix:
So what Mr. Rohl experienced with his five senses appears in the vision as words, right?
Rayfa:
Precisely. And by examining these sensations... we can perceive the victim's final moments with unparalleled clarity.
Phoenix:
(Okay, so this vision shows what the victim was experiencing with his five senses... Wait a minute. Just before... Her Benevolence said "after the morning Dance of Devotion," didn't she? Isn't there something off about that?)
Phoenix:
(I'll use these arrows (D-Pad or Circle Pad) to select the Insight I think is off.
Still, I can't believe it -- a murder after the morning Dance of Devotion?
Phoenix:
(Yes, this is the Insight that sounded funny. Now I'll just carefully compare this Insight with the Séance vision. If I notice a sensation that seems contradictory, I'll tap "Select" (X)!)
Select after "Song of Ceremony" appears
Leads to:
"(This is it -- this is the part of the vision that contradicts the Insight.)"
Select any other time
Phoenix:
(Hmm... This part of the vision doesn't seem to really contradict the Insight. I'd better tap "Select" (X) at some other point in the vision!)
Phoenix:
(This is it -- this is the part of the vision that contradicts the Insight. Now I just select the sensation I think is inconsistent and then "Present" (X) it!)
Select "Song of Ceremony" (Sound)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Wait just a moment!"
Select any other sensation
Phoenix:
(Wait... No, that's not it. This sensation isn't really inconsistent with the Insight. I'd better find the sensation that IS, and "Present" (X) that!)
Phoenix:
Wait just a moment!
Rayfa:
Yes? What is it, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
You're saying the incident occurred AFTER the morning Dance of Devotion, right?
Rayfa:
That is right. What of it?
Phoenix:
Then isn't it strange that Mr. Rohl could still hear the Song of Ceremony?
Judge:
Oh, my! You're absolutely right!
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rayfa:
Hmph. Is that all that troubles you?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Rayfa:
What the victim heard was just a practice run of the Song of Ceremony.
Phoenix:
Practice run? What are you talking about?
Rayfa:
Mr. Payne, if you would?
Payne:
Certainly! The incident occurred in the interval between the morning performance... during which time, the song's singers were practicing in the performance hall.
Rayfa:
Precisely! I was there as well, so I can corroborate this statement.
Judge:
I see. So what the victim hears was that practice session.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. There goes my contradiction...)
Judge:
A most exquisite rebuttal, Your Benevolence. Now, if you wouldn't mind, could you please revise your Insight for us?
Rayfa:
Very well.
Insight Revised
Still, I can't believe it -- a murder after the morning Dance of Devotion?
The Song of Ceremony the victim heard was of a practice run.
Phoenix:
(I think I'm getting the hang of this. If I point out an inconsistency, she'll update her Insights accordingly. So if I keep pointing things out, maybe I can knock all of her Insights out after all! I'd better find another inconsistency, no matter how small!)
Phoenix:
(Hmm... It's a bit hard to focus on the Insights with the Séance vision going. I'll try using the "Pause" button (L) to temporarily stop the vision. There! I paused the vision! I think I can touch the flashing panels (Y/A) to jump to different parts of the vision. I'll try moving the mitamah mark to the flashing red panel there. Okay, now that I know how to get around in Séance visions... it's time to find inconsistencies between the Insight and the vision!)
The accused swung whatever he was holding down on the victim's head!
With the pain, the victim's vision went dark. That is when he lost his life.
Select the Pain (Touch) / Select the Darkness (Sight) before Pain appears at the fifth panel.
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You're saying the victim's field of vision went dark right after he was struck, correct?"
The Song of Ceremony the victim heard was of a practice run.
Phoenix:
You're saying the victim's field of vision went dark right after he was struck, correct?
Rayfa:
Of course, as anyone with eyes can see.
Phoenix:
Well, pardon me, but... I must disagree.
Rayfa:
What?
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, please take another look at the exact moment the victim felt pain.
Rayfa:
Hm...? ......Oh!
Phoenix:
Everything goes black and then -- only after that -- the victim feels pain.
Rayfa:
I-Inconceivable!
Phoenix:
This places the order of events at odds with what you say happened!
Rayfa:
P-P-P... Pohlkunka!
Judge:
Your Benevolence! What is the meaning of this?
Rayfa:
I c-cannot be wrong! My Insights are beyond fallacy!
Judge:
If what the defense says is true, this is a very grave matter indeed! I'm afraid this contradiction... is something we simply can't ignore!
Phoenix:
(All right! I crushed that Insight! Even if I have to fight every person in this country... I swear I'll get Ahlbi acquitted of this crime... in the main game!)
Present wrong evidence on wrong statement during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's something odd about the witness's statement. And this is the evidence that will prove it!
Judge:
No... The only thing "odd" I find here... is your objection. I hope this will help you change your ways.
Phoenix:
(That didn't go very well... Actually... I guess I wasn't even remotely close on that one... I'd better take another good look at Ahlbi's statements and the evidence...)
Present wrong evidence in correct statement during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence, Your Magistry!
Judge:
You're laying your life on the line on THAT...? And what exactly about the testimony is inconsistent with that?
Phoenix:
...... (Urk. Suddenly, I'm not so sure...) I apologize, Your Magistry. May I try again?
Judge:
By all means... But know this: You just drove a nail into your own coffin!
Phoenix:
(Gaaaaagh... But I just KNOW something's off about this statement. Guess I should search the Court Record again for something that contradicts it.)
Present correct evidence in wrong statement during testimony
Phoenix:
Judge:
........... I don't see any particular problems with this piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
(Whoops! Guess that's not it...)
Judge:
More of your defense attorney shenanigans, is it? Well, I won't stand for it. In the name of the Holy Mother, I give you a penalty!
Phoenix:
...Urk! (I'm SURE this is the piece of evidence I need, though. I guess I'd better take another look at Ahlbi's statements...)
Present incorrect sensation on incorrect Insight during Divination Séance
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's an inconsistency between this Insight and the victim's memories!
Rayfa:
An inconsistency, you say? And where exactly do you see this supposed "inconsistency"?
Judge:
Yes, defense, please be specific.
Phoenix:
Well, I don't know how specific I can be, exactly, but... I just get the vague feeling that something doesn't quite add up... you know?
Judge:
No, I don't know. But I DO know you're skating on thin ice, defense. By your leave, You're Benevolence...?
Rayfa:
...Do it.
Judge:
Penalty!
Phoenix:
Nngh... (And here I thought I was skating so gracefully on that ice, too... I get the feeling I was way off the mark with that one... I'd better take another good look at the Insights and the sensations... I doubt there are any mistakes in the victim's last memories... So that must mean one of Her Benevolence's Insights is off! I'll use these buttons (D-Pad or Circle Pad) to cycle through the Insights and check each one carefully. And then I'll compare the Insights with the sensations and look for an inconsistency!)
Present correct sensation on incorrect Insight during Divination Séance
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's an inconsistency between this Insight and the victim's memories!
Rayfa:
An inconsistency, you say? And where exactly do you see this supposed "inconsistency"?
Judge:
Yes, defense, please be specific.
Phoenix:
Well, I don't know how specific I can be, exactly, but... I just get the vague feeling that something doesn't quite add up... you know?
Judge:
No, I don't know. But I DO know you're skating on thin ice, defense. By your leave, You're Benevolence...?
Rayfa:
...Do it.
Judge:
Penalty!
Phoenix:
Nngh... (And here I thought I was skating so gracefully on that ice, too... I'm feeling pretty confident I got the right sensation. I guess I'd better take another look at which Insight to present... I'll use (D-Pad or Circle Pad) to cycle through the Insights... and try to find the Insight that's inconsistent with this sensation!)
Present incorrect sensation on correct Insight during Divination Séance
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's an inconsistency between this Insight and the victim's memories!
Rayfa:
An inconsistency, you say? And where exactly do you see this supposed "inconsistency"?
Judge:
Yes, defense, please be specific.
Phoenix:
Well, I don't know how specific I can be, exactly, but... I just get the vague feeling that something doesn't quite add up... you know?
Judge:
No, I don't know. But I DO know you're skating on thin ice, defense. By your leave, You're Benevolence...?
Rayfa:
...Do it.
Judge:
Penalty!
Phoenix:
Nngh... (And here I thought I was skating so gracefully on that ice, too... I'm pretty sure this is the Insight that's off. I guess I'd better take another look at which sensation to point out... I'd better check the victim's last memories carefully from beginning to end... and look for a sensation that's inconsistent with this Insight!)
Consultation (Cross-Examination)
Phoenix:
(Argh! I could really use a partner to consult with right about now...)
Payne:
Heh heh. You seem to be having a hard time. Can't do anything without your little friends? It's so sad when the mind starts to go...
Phoenix:
("Can't do anything without--"?! I'll show you who's got the sharper mind yet! Get your head back in it, Phoenix! You can do this! If I think back on everything I've heard... Yes, that one statement is definitely fishy!)
Consultation (Divination Séance)
Phoenix:
(Argh! I can't seem to find any inconsistencies... But something's been nagging at me. I think it has something to do with the sensation of pain... Although, I shouldn't overlook the moment the victim was struck either. I think I'll take another look at the Insights with those things in mind.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims. This court finds the accused, Ahlbi Ur'gaid...
Guilty
The Foreign Turnabout
Image Gallery
Transcript
Anime cutscene
Phoenix:
On the western edge of the Far East lies a peaceful country of spirit mediums and mystery -- the kingdom of Khura'in. But now, the flames of revolution are threatening to consume it whole. But things like "revolt" and "revolution" were the furthest things from my mind when I first arrived in this land.
Episode 1The Foreign Turnabout
Here in Khura'in, death is not the end. Even after death, the soul lives on in the Twilight Realm... ...and priestesses can commune with the spirits of the dead. Fear not death. In the name of the Holy Mother... ...fear only impurities of your soul.
???:
This blight on my soul... I'll have the child take the blame...
April 23, 4:26 PMKingdom of Khura'in
Phoenix:
(Whew! I'm finally here. So this is the Kingdom of Khura'in, huh? What a long trip. I wonder how many hours I was in the air. But just look at this place! Get a load of this street! It really feels like I'm in another world here! And that gorgeous temple! I read that's the center of town. Wow! An ox right in the middle of the street! I have to get a picture of that!)
???:
E-Excuse me, sir.
Phoenix:
(I wonder what kind of bird that is. I've never seen anything like it. That's quite a crest it has on its head!)
???:
Excuse me, sir!
Phoenix:
What? Oh! Yes?
???:
Pardon me, but are you Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Uh, yes, that's right. (Oops. Hope he hasn't been trying to get my attention all this time...) Wait a minute. Are you...?
Ahlbi:
That's right! Ahlbi Ur'gaid, at your service! I'm a monk-in-training at Tehm'pul Temple, and I'll be your guide around town. It's very nice to meet you. Hap'piraki!
Phoenix:
"H-Happy" what, now...?
Ahlbi:
"Hap'piraki"! That's how we greet people here in Khura'in. It's like "Hello!" or "How do you do?" It's a pretty handy expression to know!
Phoenix:
Okay, let me give it a try. Hello. I'm Phoenix Wright. Hap'piraki!
Phoenix:
(My name is Phoenix Wright. And I run a small law office. Well, that's what I do back home, anyway. Right now, I'm just a traveler; a stranger in a strange land.)
Ahlbi:
Welcome to our country! Welcome to the Kingdom of Khura'in, land of spirit mediums and mystery! This is for you! To celebrate your arrival!
Phoenix:
S-Speaking of mystery, what is this mysterious green lump, exactly?
Ahlbi:
Allow me to explain! This is a famous Khura'inese sweet bun. It's called a "magatah'man," or "soul bun"! It's shaped like a magatama. It's so yummy it'll send your soul right to the Twilight Realm!
Phoenix:
(That... doesn't exactly make me eager to try it...) Th-Thanks. (I think I'll indulge later.)
Ahlbi:
That will be twenty dahmas. Thank you for your patronage!
Phoenix:
(I have to pay?)
Ahlbi:
I always have plenty of those on hand, so just let me know if you ever want any more!
Phoenix:
(No wonder his bag looks so heavy. It's stuffed with all the tools of his trade.)
Ahlbi:
Oops! I almost forgot to tell you something really important. It's about Miss Maya. She can't come to see you for a few days yet.
Phoenix:
Yeah. When I called her from the airport, she said she was still training up in the mountains. I told her I'd wait for her here. Either way, I was glad to hear she's in good spirits. (Maya Fey. She's a spirit medium who used to work as my assistant. I came all the way out here to celebrate the end of her ascetic training with her.) Ahlbi, this is my first time in this country, so I'll be counting on you, okay?
Ahlbi:
You got it, sir! Please don't hesitate if you need anything at all!
Phoenix:
Maya was right when she told me I could leave everything in your capable hands.
Ahlbi:
Aww shucks, she said that? That sure was nice of her! I had a chance to show Miss Maya around a little bit, too.
Phoenix:
(If there's one person Maya WAS worried about, it's me. "Because we both know trouble likes to follow you wherever you go," she said. Hmph! That girl worries too much.)
Ahlbi:
But you sure came early to the party, Mr. Wright, sir! I mean, Miss Maya won't be done with her training for another two weeks.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I hate to admit it, but I came early because I was worried about her, too...) Oh, well, you know. Ha ha! I thought I'd get in a little sightseeing first.
Ahlbi:
Ooh, sightseeing?! Well, I'm your man for that! I'll show you all the best sights this country has to offer!
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks. That would be great. (I guess Ahlbi takes his job very seriously.)
Ahlbi:
Well?! What are we waiting for? Those sights aren't going to see themselves!
Phoenix:
Yikes! You don't have to shove!
Ahlbi:
First stop, Tehm'pul Temple, right there in the center of town! There's something there I really want to show you!
April 23, 4:45 PMTehm'pul Temple Plaza
Phoenix:
(Wow! It's even more impressive up close!)
Ahlbi:
Allow me to explain! This is the heart of our town, Tehm'pul Temple. It was created by the founder of Khura'inism, the Holy Mother, herself! I'm training right here at this temple to be a monk someday.
Phoenix:
(I read that the people of this country are all adherents of Khura'inism. According to my guidebook, it's a religion in which ancestral spirits are venerated.)
Ahlbi:
The Holy Mother was a great spirit medium who could commune with our ancestors' souls. And spirit mediums become queen to this day, direct descendants of the Holy Mother.
Phoenix:
(A spirit medium rules the entire country, huh. Talk about power and influence...)
Ahlbi:
The main thing you'll want to see when you come to Tehm'pul Temple is... ...the Dance of Devotion rite! The Dance of Devotion takes place twice, one in the morning and once in the afternoon. This dance, along with the Song of Ceremony, is performed in offering to the Holy Mother! The Dance of Devotion has the power to summon forth souls from the Twilight Realm! In Khura'inism, we believe the soul is carried by the sacred Khura'inese butterfly! Its wings form a loop that wraps around the soul to transport it--
Phoenix:
Hold it! Slow down! I can't remember all of that at once.
Ahlbi:
Oh! I'm sorry! I guess I got a little overexcited.
Phoenix:
Anyway, the main thing I got from all that is that you really, really love your country.
Ahlbi:
Heh heh. Well, that's sure true!
Phoenix:
(I like this kid. He pours his heart into everything he does.)
Ahlbi:
Let's see. I guess I just explained about half of what I usually explain... so I'll give you a special discount and only charge you ten dahmas for the tour fee. Thank you for your patronage!
Phoenix:
(I guess he pours his heart into aggressive salesmanship, too.)
Ahlbi:
Come to think of it, Miss Maya told me she could tell I love my country, too. We stood here for about an hour while I told her all about the Holy Mother.
Phoenix:
Really?! An hour?! (Hope that counted as patience training...)
Ahlbi:
And she seemed really interested, too. She listened to my whole speech!
Phoenix:
(Huh. That doesn't sound like the Maya I know.)
Ahlbi:
Miss Maya is so kind and nice! She treats me really well, like a little brother. She's kinda like a big sister to me!
Phoenix:
(This IS Maya Fey you're talking about, right? Maybe she's grown up since I last saw her...)
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Ahlbi:
Oh, nooooooooooo!
Phoenix:
What's the matter?
Ahlbi:
Is it that time already?! We have to hurry into the temple right away! But first... let me give you this lyrics card for the Song of Ceremony I told you about. There's an English translation of the lyrics there, too, so give it a read, okay? Let's go!
Phoenix:
B-But why the big rush?
Ahlbi:
If we don't hurry, we'll miss the beginning of Her Benevolence's Dance of Devotion!
Phoenix:
("Her Benevolence"?)
Anime cutscene
Singer:
♪ When dragon and tiger battle ♪
♪ The founder offers divine protection ♪
♪ When the butterfly embraces the mitamah ♪
♪ The favor of the orb is bestowed ♪
Guard:
- Ahlbi Ur'gaid, you're under arrest for treason!
April 24, 10:10 AMHigh Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Phoenix:
Let me in! Why won't you let me in?!
Bailiff:
'Cause you're a foreigner! What business could you have with this court?!
Phoenix:
I told you! My friend is on trial in there! (The police raided the temple in the middle of the dance performance yesterday... and arrested Ahlbi on suspicion of treason. I was worried about Ahlbi, so I just had to come see his trial.)
Bailiff:
A trial isn't a tourist attraction! So, clear off! If you want a picture for your scrapbook, take one of me, and get outta here!
Phoenix:
Look, you've got it all wrong! (Just great... Well, I guess there's only one thing to do!)
Tell him I'm a lawyer
Leads to:
"Yes, I'm a foreigner, but I'm not your average foreigner."
Tell him I'm Khura'inese
Phoenix:
Actually, I used to be Khura'inese.
Bailiff:
What?
Phoenix:
I lived here when I was little.
Bailiff:
Oh, really? What town are you from?
Phoenix:
Oh, well, um... (*gulp*) It was a tiny village called "Phoenixiah."
Bailiff:
............ There's no such place! Did you really expect to get away with a barefaced lie like that?!
Phoenix:
(Busted. Well, I guess that means there's only one thing left to say!)
Leads to:
"Yes, I'm a foreigner, but I'm not your average foreigner."
Phoenix:
Yes, I'm a foreigner, but I'm not your average foreigner.
Bailiff:
What?
Phoenix:
I'm actually a lawyer! (Back at home, anyway.)
............
Bailiff:
What...? A... lawyer...? I can't... That's not possible...!
Phoenix:
(What's he so shocked about? Well, whatever... Now's my chance!) Nothing wrong with a lawyer entering the courtroom, right?
Bailiff:
Wait! Get back here, you!
Phoenix:
(So this is a Khura'inese courtroom... Wait. Isn't that..."Her Benevolence"? What's she doing here in court?)
Judge:
The Divination Séance has been performed. I will now hand down my verdict against the accused.
Guilty
Phoenix:
(What? A verdict already? But the trial only just started!)
Ahlbi:
G-Guilty?! There's gotta be some kind of mistake! Please take another look!
Judge:
Séances performed by Princess Rayfa are infallible. They show only the truth. What right do you have to question her abilities?
Ahlbi:
But I... I didn't...!
Payne:
Isn't it ironic that you, a devout adherent of Khura'inism, would dare doubt her Insight? Heh heh. Nonbelievers will only be met with suffering in the Twilight Realm, you know.
Ahlbi:
But... I didn't do it! Your Benevolence! Allow me to explain, I beg of you!
Rayfa:
......Be silent, impudent whelp! There is no merit to be had in indulging the ramblings born of a criminal's unclean soul.
Ahlbi:
B-But...
Phoenix:
(What in the world is going on here? The judge made his ruling based on something called a "Divination Séance"? What is Ahlbi's attorney doing? Wait a minute! Where IS Ahlbi's attorney?!)
Ahlbi:
Why is this happening...? I didn't do anything wrong!
Rayfa:
Foolish child. Doubting the Divination Séance is tantamount to doubting the Holy Mother herself. Your Magistry! As royal priestess and in the name of the Holy Mother, I command you! Impose the highest penalty against this unclean soul!
Judge:
As you command, so shall it be done, Your Benevolence. May Her Holiness grant us her divine favor! Ur dihara Khura'in!
Gallery:
Ur dihara Khura'in! Ur dihara Khura'in! Ur dihara Khura'in!
Phoenix:
Judge:
What?
Rayfa:
!
Payne:
!
Phoenix:
Wait just one moment!
Payne:
Y-You're...!
Phoenix:
(Ugh. Me and my big mouth. Now what?)
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright...? What are you doing here, sir?
Phoenix:
(Well, I'm in it now! So I have to do this right!) Your Honor! It's too soon to give your verdict! This trial has only been underway for a few minutes!
Judge:
E-Excuse me? Who on earth are you?!
Phoenix:
I'm... well... ...an ordinary tourist, Your Honor -- just passing through.
Judge:
Ah, a tourist, are you? Hap'piraki.
Phoenix:
But, more importantly, where is this boy's defense attorney?!
Judge:
Defense... attorney...? Ha ha ha ha! What ever are you talking about? He doesn't need a defense attorney!
Phoenix:
Wait. What?
Judge:
Of course you wouldn't be aware, being a foreigner and all... ...but we have no need for defense attorneys here in the Kingdom of Khura'in. We leave it all up to Her Benevolence's sacred power of Spirit Communion. Her Divination Séances determine all.
Phoenix:
What?! But surely you see how unfair that is! (What kind of insane court system are they running here?!)
Rayfa:
You would dare mock me, you barb-headed buffoon? If you value your life, you will leave posthaste... Or shall I summon the bailiff?
Phoenix:
(The bailiff is that big, scary dude with the big, scary gun, isn't he...?)
Rayfa:
I'm sure he would be happy to oblige you with a bullet or two as a souvenir of your travels.
Phoenix:
(At the cost of an arm and a leg, no doubt...)
Ahlbi:
N-Now, hold on! Mr. Wright has nothing to do with any of this!
Phoenix:
Ahlbi!
Ahlbi:
I appreciate what you're trying to do, Mr. Wright, but never mind about me. You just go ahead and see Miss Maya.
Phoenix:
But...
Ahlbi:
Forget about me! You have to go, now! I'm sure you can find another guide. There were lots more places I wanted to show you... ...but it looks like I won't get a chance now. I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
(......The poor kid. He's trying to put on a brave face, but look how terrified he is. What can I do? What should I do?)
Defend Ahlbi
Leads to:
"(I can't just let a verdict be handed down with nobody standing in Ahlbi's corner!)"
Go find Maya
Phoenix:
(The whole reason I came to this country was to see Maya. And I'm just an outsider here, with no knowledge of the way they do things... But I'm still a defense attorney, first and foremost.)
Leads to:
"(I can't just let a verdict be handed down with nobody standing in Ahlbi's corner!)"
Phoenix:
(I can't just let a verdict be handed down with nobody standing in Ahlbi's corner!) If Ahlbi doesn't have a defense attorney, then I'll do it. I'll defend him!
Judge:
D-Defend him?! You can't be serious!
Gallery:
Did you hear that?! Is he out of his mind? Heaven forbid!
Ahlbi:
Defend me?! Mr. Wright! What are you saying? You can't do that!
Phoenix:
I most certainly can. Don't worry, I'm quite used to tackling all sorts of trials. Besides, can you imagine how furious Maya would be if I let anything happen to you?
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright...
Judge:
You are but a naïve tourist, ignorant of our ways. But if you are smart, you will heed my advice. Do not pursue this matter any further.
Phoenix:
(Looks like defending somebody is easier said than done in this country.)
Judge:
Bailiff, throw this man out!
Payne:
Payne:
Your Magistry, if you please...
Judge:
You have something to say, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Why not allow it, Your Magistry? Why not have him defend the accused? It could prove very interesting. Right, Mr. Phoenix Wright...?
Phoenix:
Right... (Mr. Whoever-You-Are...)
Judge:
Prosecutor, are you acquainted with this traveler?
Payne:
That's "Chief Prosecutor"... Your Magistry. And yes, I am acquainted with him. He's a defense attorney from my native land. I've had dealings with him in the courtroom before.
Rayfa:
Heavens to Betsy!
Ahlbi:
What?! Mr. Wright! You're a... defense attorney?
Judge:
A defense attorney! Well! This is a shock!
Phoenix:
You may be surprised to hear that I have more than ten years of experience. (I guess there aren't all that many lawyers around here.)
Payne:
Your Magistry, would you kindly allow us to proceed in the manner of my old country?
Judge:
But, Mr. Payne! I've already made a ruling in this case.
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Call it nostalgia, if you will, but I am most eager to give it a try.
Judge:
Hmm... But I have a previous engagement, you see. A class together with the missus.
Rayfa:
Your Magistry, I agree we should have a whack at it. It sounds amusing. A score of years have passed since we last saw a defense attorney in this courtroom.
Phoenix:
(A score... As in twenty years?! What's the deal with this country?!)
Rayfa:
Mr. Payne, I want that barbed head brought to me on a stick.
Payne:
As you wish, Your Benevolence! I, Chief Prosecutor Payne, will see to it myself.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Payne. If that is what you and Her Benevolence want, I will acquiesce. As for the defense, I hope you are prepared for every eventuality.
Phoenix:
("Every eventuality"? What is he talking about?)
Payne:
There. Are you satisfied now, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes. Thank you, Mr. Payne. (And sorry for not remembering you earlier.)
Payne:
That's "Chief Prosecutor"... or "The Incredible Payne" as I'm also known in this country. And you'll see soon enough just why that is... ...when you're forced to capitulate to me before this very court of law! Heh heh heh.
Phoenix:
(Why is he so strangely confident? And not only that, but... ...what's with the gallery?)
Gallery:
Just you watch! That defense attorney will try and twist the truth! You can bet on it! Get him, Chief Prosecutor! Crush that defense devil!
Phoenix:
(This is way more lawyer hate than even back home.)
Judge:
Now, if you would please give your opening argument once again, Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Certainly, Your Magistry. The accused is charged with two crimes: larceny... and murder. Yesterday, the Founder's Orb was stolen from the treasure room of Tehm'pul Temple. In addition to the theft, two other things were discovered in the treasure room: the dead body of Mr. Paht Rohl, temple security guard, and... ...the empty treasure box that housed the orb which Mr. Rohl was in charge of guarding. We believe that Mr. Rohl was murdered by the thief who stole the treasure.
Judge:
To kill a guard armed with a gun... What a terrifyingly bold act!
Payne:
I couldn't agree more, Your Magistry. Please allow me to submit as evidence the victim's autopsy report and crime photo.
Rohl's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... It's been a long time since we had evidence presented in court as well. It's kind of refreshing, actually. Ha ha ha!
Payne:
We may rely on the power of the Séances, but our police still carry out investigations. Thus, any proof I provide is indisputable!
Phoenix:
(Oh, really? Well, forgive me if I don't just take your word for it. I can check the evidence out myself by looking at them in the Court Record. We'll see just how thorough you and your police were, Mr. Payne.)
Judge:
Such a deplorable crime! The audacity of stealing the sacred treasure of Her Holiness, our founding mother... It's a crime that strikes at the very heart of our nation!
Payne:
Exactly, Your Magistry! We mustn't let the culprit get away with these heinous deeds. Indeed, such deeds are best described as "treason against the crown."
Phoenix:
Is this treasure really such a valuable object?
Judge:
H-How can you even ask such a thing?! Of course it is! Why, sealed within this treasure is the very soul -- the mitamah -- of the Holy Mother!
Phoenix:
Her soul is sealed within the treasure? (I think I'll take that with a grain of salt.)
Judge:
Grrr. You don't believe it, do you?!
Phoenix:
O-Of course I believe it! (Something tells me I'd better play along.)
Judge:
Hmph. This kind of irreverence is exactly why I dislike defense attorneys so much.
Phoenix:
Your Honor-- Er, Your Magistry?
Judge:
What is it now?
Phoenix:
This treasure... I've never seen it, so it's a little hard for me to imagine. Could I see a photo of it or something?
Judge:
Of all the outlandish requests! You defense attorneys are truly beyond the pale!
Phoenix:
(He's been getting awfully angry with me. And are those veins popping out of his forehead?!)
Payne:
It's forbidden for anyone outisde of the royal family to view the treasure itself. They say that anyone without the proper spiritual power would be blinded instantly. That is why the average person has never seen the treasure, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I guess there are national treasures that are off-limits to the public back home, too.)
Payne:
For the benefit of the shamelessly uninformed defense, let me share this newspaper article. It includes photos taken about eight years ago when the treasure was unearthed. These are the only public photos of the outer box in existence. What's more, the treasure box only leaves the temple's treasure room but once a year... ...for a special New Year's rite that takes place at the palace. Therefore, this treasure box has only ever been seen by a handful of people.
Treasure Box added to the Court Record.
Judge:
I hear there's been a string of thefts lately of historic artifacts from the temple.
Payne:
Right, Your Magistry. Inexcusable thievery of precious national treasures for personal gain. And the culprit is the accused.
Judge:
So he used his position as monk-in-training to get his hands on the treasure, is that it?
Payne:
The accused's family is by no means wealthy. To help with family finances, he works as a tour guide in addition to his ascetic training.
Judge:
Thank you for giving an excellent outline of the case, Mr. Payne. Now, then. No more questions from the defense, I presume?
Phoenix:
What? No, I DO have questions!
Judge:
Even more? But you just asked a bunch. Well, make it snappy. My class starts in just a few short minutes.
Phoenix:
(What?! He's still planning on going to that thing...? There's still a lot I don't know about the case. I should ask now while I have the chance. Let's see. What else do I need to know more about?)
The crime scene
Phoenix:
Mr. Payne, where did the crime take place?
Payne:
What? As I already stated, it was in the treasure room of the temple.
Phoenix:
(Oops! That's right...)
Judge:
Hmph. Have you even been paying attention? These lying lawyers! Not only do they lack morals, but memory, too?
Payne:
He apparently has all the brain power of a barnyard chicken, Your Magistry.
Judge:
Oh ho ho! That explains why he has a crest like a rooster!
Phoenix:
(No matter where I go in the world, the insults are always the same...) Your Magistry! Please let me try again!
Leads back to:
"(Let's see. What else do I need to know more about?)"
The weapon
Leads to:
"Mr. Payne, what was the murder weapon?"
The motive
Phoenix:
What do you claim was the defendant's motive?
Judge:
Mr. Payne has already explained that. He wanted to sell the treasure in order to help his family with living expenses.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah. Guess it slipped my mind.
Judge:
So it's true what they say about lawyers never listening to anyone but themselves.
Phoenix:
My apologies, Your Magistry! Please let me give it one more try!
Judge:
...Very well. If you must.
Leads back to:
"(Let's see. What else do I need to know more about?)"
Phoenix:
Mr. Payne, what was the murder weapon?
Payne:
The murder weapon was... the treasure box itself. The empty treasure box left at the scene had a large bloodstain on it.
Judge:
How utterly reprehensible, using the sacred treasure box for murder!
Payne:
The accused came to the treasure room with the express purpose of stealing the treasure. He climbed the altar stairs and snatched the box, ready to abscond with the treasure. But he was discovered by Mr. Rohl, who had come to the room in the course of his rounds. After walloping Mr. Rohl on the head with the treasure box... ...the accused forced the bloodied housing open and made off with the treasure inside.
Treasure Box updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
But the defendant is just a little boy. I hardly think he would be able to hit the victim -- a grown man -- on the head.
Payne:
Ah, a very good point, Mr. Wright... but I'm afraid that won't help you. At the time of the crime, the accused was on the stairs leading up to the altar. The accused's elevated position would more than make up for their difference in stature.
Phoenix:
(Yeah... I guess that makes sense...)
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha! Mr. Payne, your reasoning is flawless. What an elegant argument! Hats off to you, Chief Prosecutor! Your title is obviously well-earned! Well, the accused's guilt is certainly conclusive. Unless there is anything else, I am ready to announce my verdict. Very well. In that case, I find the accused...
Phoenix:
J-Just one moment, Your Magistry! Don't-- Don't you think you're rushing the verdict just a little bit?!
Judge:
I told you. I have plans to attend to, and... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! I'm late! It's already started! How did the time fly by so fast?!
Phoenix:
(He's STILL stuck on that...?) We haven't even heard the defendant's side of the story yet! Your Magistry, the defense asserts its right to cross-examine the defendant!
............
Phoenix:
(Huh? Did I say something funny?)
Judge:
"Cross-examine the"...? What do you mean by that?
Phoenix:
What?! What do you mean, "what do I mean"?!
Judge:
I seem to have some dim recollection of the process, but I can't quite recall...
Payne:
And little wonder! A so called "defendant" hasn't been questioned in over twenty years.
Phoenix:
(Should I even be surprised anymore?) Anyway, I demand we let the defendant -- or the "accused" -- tell his side of the story!
Judge:
......Is that really necessary?
Phoenix:
Of course it's necessary, Your Magistry!
Payne:
Heh heh heh. What harm could it do? I say we allow the boy to speak, Your Magistry. Though I doubt he'll have anything of relevance to say... Heh heh heh heh heh heh.
Phoenix:
(Oh, how kind of you, Your Royal Payne-ness.)
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. As long as it's okay with you, Mr. Payne. I'm already hopelessly late for my class, anyway.
Payne:
In that case, the prosecution calls the accused back to the witness stand.
Judge:
Oh! But before we do, I'd better call my wife and apologize for missing that class. Any objections...?
Phoenix:
...Go for it, Your Magistry.
Payne:
Accused, state your name and occupation again, if you would.
Ahlbi:
Ahlbi Ur'gaid... I'm in training to be a monk... and I'm a tour guide, too.
Judge:
*sigh*... Why me...? Now, where were we?
Phoenix:
Cross-examining the defendant, Your Magistry.
Judge:
Right, right. Let's do that, then. At the defense attorney's insistence, I might add. *sigh*...
Phoenix:
(He sounds a little dispirited. His wife must've given him a piece of her mind.)
Judge:
Well, the defense had better get to it. And make it quick, if you please.
Ahlbi:
"Th-The defense"... Mr. Wright... I didn't know you were a lawyer...
Phoenix:
Well, I am, and I'm here to defend you, Ahlbi. Don't worry. All you have to do is tell the truth, and you'll be all right.
Ahlbi:
You... You tricked me!
Phoenix:
What?
Ahlbi:
If I knew you were a lawyer, I wouldn't have given you that tour! Give back that magatah'man I gave you yesterday!
Phoenix:
A-Ahlbi, what's gotten into you?
Ahlbi:
Don't talk to me. You... You disgust me!
Phoenix:
(Now even Ahlbi's against me! But why?!)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. This must be a new experience for you, Mr. Wright, being loathed by a client.
Ahlbi:
............
Payne:
Now, then, accused, please give the court your testimony. The incident occurred around noon... ...during the break between the morning and afternoon Dances of Devotion. I want you to tell the court what you were doing around that time.
Ahlbi:
All right...
Witness Testimony
-- The Accused's Account --
Ahlbi:
I didn't kill Mr. Rohl, and I didn't steal the treasure.
I'm not allowed to go anywhere near the treasure room.
I've never even seen that treasure box with the green Khura'inese butterfly on it!
When the incident happened, I was in the hallway, planning out my tour route.
Judge:
Were you well-acquainted with the victim?
Ahlbi:
Yes. He used to chat with me whenever we ran into each other in the temple. Mr. Rohl was a monk-in-training when he was a kid, too, you know.
Phoenix:
(I bet Ahlbi looked up to him.)
Ahlbi:
But he had to give that up and go work when his family needed money... That's why he became a guard. But at least that way, he could still stay on at the temple. He was so proud when he was put in charge of guarding the treasure box! He even got to carry the box to the palace for the New Year's rite!
Payne:
The victim's parents apparently both died relatively young. So Mr. Rohl had to support his younger brothers and sisters as well. But even with his job as a security guard, I'm sure things couldn't have been easy for him.
Phoenix:
(It sounds like his circumstances and Ahlbi's were very similar.)
Ahlbi:
Mr. Rohl encouraged me to never give up. "Ahlbi, you train hard and make sure you become a monk one day! Don't end up like me," he'd say. He was always cheering me on, in my training, and in my tour guide business, too. Why in the world would I kill a nice man like that?!
Judge:
Yes, yes. I see. You expressed yourself well. Defense, now that you've heard the accused's account, are you finally satisfied? If so, let's draw this to an expeditious conclusion...
Phoenix:
But, Your Magistry! I haven't even cross-examined the defendant yet!
Judge:
Hm? That wasn't the end of it? It's been so long, I don't rightly recall what this "cross-examining" thing is all about.
Phoenix:
(A judge who doesn't know what a "cross-examination" is... What fresh hell is this?)
Judge:
I really do wish I could remember how it works...
Phoenix:
(Should I give the judge a refresher on cross-examination?)
Might as well...
Phoenix:
(I guess I'd better, or we'll never get anywhere.) Your Magistry, please allow me to explain the procedure. First, we lawyers listen carefully to a witness's testimony. Then we touch "Present" (R) to open the Court Record and examine the evidence.
Judge:
And why would you do that?
Phoenix:
To find and "Present" (X) any evidence that's inconsistent with the statements given.
Judge:
"P-Present"?! I certainly don't need any gifts from you!
Phoenix:
(Clearly, something is getting lost in translation with His Magistry...) The point is, it's possible that a statement could contain a lie or a mistake.
Judge:
But... ...what do you do if you can't find any inconsistencies in a witness's testimony?
Phoenix:
In that case, we may "Press" (L) the witness for more information. Pressing a statement might reveal new information or even entirely new statements.
Judge:
Hmph. "Presenting" evidence is one thing, but "Pressing" witnesses? I'll have you know, defense, that I do not allow violence in my courtroom!
Phoenix:
R-Rest assured! Only gentle verbal pressure is used. No physical force involved!
Judge:
Well, I'm not convinced... After all, who knows what sort of tactics an attorney will resort to? One false move and I'll call the bailiff!
Phoenix:
(Yeah... Something's definitely getting lost in there... For now, I should just focus all of my energy on questioning Ahlbi... and comparing his statements with the information in the Court Record.)
Leads to cross-examination
Not necessary
Phoenix:
(I'd better save my breath. The judge doesn't exactly seem like a model student... He'll just have to watch and see how it's done.)
Leads to cross-examination
Cross-Examination
-- The Accused's Account --
Ahlbi:
I didn't kill Mr. Rohl, and I didn't steal the treasure.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I believe you didn't do either of those things, Ahlbi.
Ahlbi:
............ You do? But you're a lawyer. Of course you'd say that.
Phoenix:
Now, now. There's no need for that.
Payne:
But he's right. Lawyers always claim their client is innocent, even if they have to lie. Just like you're doing right now, accused.
Ahlbi:
D-Don't lump me in with that lawyer! I'm NOT lying! I didn't steal anything and I didn't kill anybody!
Ahlbi:
I'm not allowed to go anywhere near the treasure room.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're not allowed to go near the treasure room? Why is that?
Ahlbi:
It's a rule of the temple. They keep a lot of important things in that room.
Judge:
Yes, like the Founder's Orb, in particular. Only the royal family may lay eyes on it.
Phoenix:
(Didn't Mr. Payne say anyone without spiritual power would go blind?)
Ahlbi:
I heard you wouldn't be blinded if you just looked at the outer treasure box. But I've never been anywhere near the treasure room. I'm too scared. You've gotta believe me...!
Ahlbi:
I've never even seen that treasure box with the green Khura'inese butterfly on it!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
A box with a butterfly on it?
Ahlbi:
Yeah. You can see it in that newspaper article. Look! See? There's a relief of the Khura'inese butterfly on the treasure box.
Phoenix:
(Oh, this design here carved on the back of the box. I see it now.)
Payne:
It's a sacred butterfly, said to carry the soul, or "mitamah," of the departed. Its wings form a loop that cradles the mitamah and carries it to the Twilight Realm.
Judge:
As you can see, there's even one depicted here behind me at the judge's bench.
Phoenix:
(Well, what do you know? There it is. ...Though it kinda looks like he's about to be carried off to the Twilight Realm himself.)
Ahlbi:
Anyway, I've never even seen this treasure box. Besides...
Present Treasure Box
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(Oh, Ahlbi... Why would you lie to me...?)"
Ahlbi:
When the incident happened, I was in the hallway, planning out my tour route.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Planning out your tour route?
Ahlbi:
............ Yes, I was planning out a tour for you.
Phoenix:
For me? Well, thank you, Ahlbi.
Ahlbi:
...I wouldn't have done it if I knew you were a lawyer. I wasted all that time on you! Give it back!
Phoenix:
(Sadly, I'm a lawyer, not a time lord... Actually... as soon as he heard that's what I am, he's been like a totally different person.)
Phoenix:
(I certainly don't think Ahlbi committed murder. However...)
Ahlbi:
Don't talk to me. You... You disgust me!
Phoenix:
(...That outburst earlier makes me wonder if he'd willingly tell me the truth. I'd better compare his statements and the Court Record carefully. If I find an inconsistency, I can Present some evidence and maybe get him to open up.)
Phoenix:
(Oh, Ahlbi... Why would you lie to me...?) So, you say you've never laid eyes on the treasure box. Is that right?
Ahlbi:
That's right. It's forbidden, so I'd never do that.
Phoenix:
In that case... how did you know there was a green butterfly on it?
Ahlbi:
Huh? B-Because... I saw the picture of it... in that newspaper article.
Phoenix:
Nope. Take another look. These photos are in black and white. You couldn't possibly tell what color the butterfly is from these pictures!
Ahlbi:
Aaaaagh!
Phoenix:
(Hold on. His bag... Did it just... move?)
Judge:
P-P-Pohlkunka!
Phoenix:
I beg your pardon?
Payne:
"Pohlkunka" is a word in Khura'inese that people use when they're surprised.
Judge:
Y-You just exposed a lie! So this is the power of "cross-examination," is it?!
Phoenix:
(I should be the one shocked here by your shocking lack of understanding...)
Judge:
But, just a moment. If the accused was lying...then that just makes him more suspicious than ever!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... And this just makes things worse for me than ever...) Ahlbi, are you hiding something? Please give only true statements. I can't help you if you don't tell the truth.
Ahlbi:
............
Phoenix:
(Darn. I just can't seem to get him to open up to me.)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. So, accused, you HAVE seen the treasure box with your own eyes after all, haven't you?
Ahlbi:
Well... Maybe I did take a peek one time a long time ago, when I was cleaning the treasure room.
Phoenix:
But you weren't in the treasure room at the time of the incident, right?
Ahlbi:
......O-Of course I wasn't.
Payne:
Payne:
Hmph. That is a lie. You were most definitely inside the treasure room on the day of the incident. And I have proof.
Phoenix:
(He does?!)
Payne:
This was found on the floor of the treasure room. It's a scroll entitled "Notice," and contains a list of temple monk duties. These instructions pertain to the day of the incident.
Phoenix:
A-And what exactly is that supposed to prove?!
Payne:
The accused's fingerprints were found on the scroll.
Phoenix:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Ahlbi:
Oh, no! Where is it? It's not here! I must've dropped it somewhere...
Payne:
Indeed. You must've dropped it when you were busy murdering the victim!
Ahlbi:
Ngh!
Notice added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(No, no, no, no, no... Then that means... ...Ahlbi was there on the day of the incident?)
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha! So this is the power of "cross-examination"! The more the accused talks, the guiltier he paints himself.
Payne:
Yes, it would seem so, Your Magistry. Heh heh heh.
Phoenix:
(Argh! He predicted my argument and had evidence ready to refute it!)
Gallery:
How was any of that supposed to help the accused? See?! I told you you can't trust lawyers and their lies! Her Benevolence already said the kid's guilty! Just declare him guilty and get it over with!
Ahlbi:
Ngh... No... Everything's going all wrong... Shah'do... What do I do?
Judge:
As I suspected, this "cross-examination" session has served no purpose whatsoever.
Phoenix:
(No...! You're wrong!)
Judge:
But armed as we are with Her Benevolence's Insight, there's no reason to doubt his guilt.
Phoenix:
(Then I guess I'll just have to poke holes in this "Insight" of hers!)
Judge:
By the way, this didn't prove to be "very interesting" at all, Mr. Payne. Nevertheless, I will now finally announce my verdict.
Phoenix:
Wait just one moment, Your Magistry! I haven't seen this Divination Séance for myself yet. As the defense, I have the right to check it!
Judge:
Hmm... Is that really necessary? I have to get home and apologize to my wife...
Phoenix:
(I guess she really did give him the business...)
Payne:
Your Magistry, I enthusiastically support having Mr. Wright see the Séance.
Judge:
You do? And why is that, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Don't you want to see it? See the lawyer being utterly crushed by the power of the Séance... ...and then watch him tearfully beg for mercy?
Judge:
Well, now!
Payne:
I'm sure it'll make up for not getting to go to that class with your wife.
Judge:
It certainly does sound worth seeing! And it'd give me a juicy tidbit to tell the missus. Ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(I've been reduced to a "juicy tidbit"...?)
Judge:
Well, foreign interloper, I imagine you do have to see it for yourself to be convinced. It's certainly unprecedented, but let's have the Divination Séance performed again. But, then, right after the tearful begging, I really do have to be going.
Phoenix:
(The only "tearful begging" is going to come from the prosecution when we're through!)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. How pitiful the defense looks, still scrambling desperately for a foothold... ...blissfully unaware that defeat and despair are all that await him.
Rayfa:
............
Phoenix:
(There she is: "Her Benevolence"...)
Judge:
Your Benevolence, Rayfa Padma Khura'in. Thank you for coming all this way once again.
Rayfa:
Your gratitude is unnecessary. This is simply my duty. ......Barb-headed attorney!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Rayfa:
I am told you question the veracity of the sacred Divination Séance. It would seem the depths of your irreverence and blasphemy are lost on you.
Phoenix:
I'm just a foreigner, ignorant in the ways and customs of this country. I apologize in advance for anything rude I might say or do, Your Benevolence. All I want is a fair trial for Ahlbi.
Rayfa:
You would imply that the trials of this country are unfair? Do explain, outsider... ...how verdicts founded on truths imparted by the very souls of the dead lack impartiality.
Phoenix:
What's fair about trials with no defense and no chance for the accused to tell their story?!
Judge:
H-How dare you speak to Her Benevolence in that manner?!
Gallery:
Did you hear that?! Did you hear how he talked to Her Benevolence?! What does he know about anything?! Ignorant outsider! We won't stand for it! He must be punished!
Phoenix:
(Yikes. Looks like I really stuck my foot in it this time...)
Gallery:
Punish him! Punish him! Punish him! Punish him!
Rayfa:
Silence, one and all!
Phoenix:
(Is she... standing up for me?)
Rayfa:
Be not disquieted, my people. He merely expresses his opinion.
Phoenix:
(Well, well. Looks like "Her Benevolence" is going to be more reasonable than I thought.)
Rayfa:
Attorneys are ghastly creatures, with souls stained black by brazen untruths. The words of a lowly worm such as that are not worth troubling yourselves over.
Phoenix:
(All right, I take that back...)
Rayfa:
None of his prattling can sway the truth of my Insights. Rest assurred, he will soon see the error of his foolish ways!
Judge:
Now then, Your Benevolence. The Divination Séance, if you would.
Rayfa:
Certainly. Nayna, my robe... O Holy Mother! We hold this Divination Séance in your name! Let the eyes of everyone here be clear, and our ears be unstopped! O Dance of Devotion! Guide the victim's soul to me! So that we may receive their final memories in the Pool of Souls!
Phoenix:
(What just happened?! An image appeared in the pool!)
Judge:
A final message from the victim's soul, the last communication of his mitamah... The Divination Séance has revealed this to us.
Payne:
Her Benevolence can use her power of Spirit Communion... ...to project a victim's memories of the last few moments before their demise.
Phoenix:
(So what we saw in the pool is what Mr. Rohl actually experienced?!)
Payne:
In the victim's memories, we see the accused raising a weapon up over his head. This is consistent with the findings of the police investigation.
Ahlbi:
Th-There has to be some kind of mistake! I didn't do it!
Phoenix:
(This looks bad for Ahlbi... Really, really bad...)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Now do you see why I'm "The Incredible Payne"?!
Phoenix:
(More than I can express... But even if those are the victim's last memories, what can I do with them?)
Payne:
Heh heh heh! There it is! There's the face of a man being utterly crushed! Oh, how long I've waited to see it! Isn't it wonderfully gratifying, Your Magistry?!
Judge:
Oh, yes. Very satisfying, indeed! Now are you finally convinced, traveler? The accused is most assuredly guilty.
Phoenix:
(Am I really the only unbiased one here...?)
Judge:
Now, then, I think we've all been "amused" enough. If you give up now, I won't even invoke the Defense Culpability Act against you. You'd be free to slink back to your own country with your tail between your legs.
Phoenix:
The Defense Culpability Act? What's that?
Judge:
What?! You mean you honestly don't know?!
Phoenix:
I, uh... No...? (What's with all the hubbub?)
Rayfa:
Well, well. Not only is he a lying, black-hearted lawyer, he's also an imbecile. Your Magistry, I think you'd better explain the Defense Culpability Act to him.
Judge:
Yes, I think I'd better. The Defense Culpability Act -- or "DC Act" for short -- is as follows. "In the name of Her Eminence, those who would support criminals... ...will be deemed just as guilty." In other words, if you help the accused by defending him and he is found guilty... ...you will receive the same sentence as he.
Phoenix:
(What?! What kind of insane law is that?!)
Judge:
Under the DC Act, many an attorney has been convicted and met with a grim fate. Some went to prison. Others received the death penalty. That's why there are so few in our country today who admit to being an attorney.
Rayfa:
Hmph. That's as it should be. The history of our courts proves that... ...attorneys are black-souled creatures who will tell any lie to save the accused. Thus, attorneys deserve to be exterminated!
Gallery:
Exterminate! Annihilate!
Phoenix:
(I've never felt so much hostility coming at me from so many sides! What could've happened to make everyone feel this way?)
Payne:
Heh... heh heh heh... Ha ha ha ha ha! You fell right into my trap, Phoenix Wright! Your win streak against me and my brother ends today! With the Séance and the DC Act on my side, I'll finally get my revenge!
Phoenix:
(So that's why he was so eager to have me defend Ahlbi!)
Payne:
Chased out and humiliated back home, fate brought me to the foothills of Khura'in. I thank my lucky stars that I'm chief prosecutor here now! 
Judge:
Defense, know that if I rule the accused guilty, you will go to prison, too. 
Phoenix:
(That explains Ahlbi's reaction earlier...)
Ahlbi:
Defend me?! Mr. Wright! What are you saying? You can't do that!
Payne:
Your Magistry, isn't a prison sentence a bit lenient? After all, we're talking about treason. One should pay for such a crime with one's life. 
Judge:
Hmm, yes. I believe the death penalty might be appropriate under these circumstances.
Phoenix:
TH-THE DEATH PENALTY?! (N-No way...) Y-You're k-kidding, right, Your Magistry...?
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha! ...Do I look like I'm kidding? I'll have you put your life and your dark, tainted soul on the line here. 
Phoenix:
(D-Death...? This can't be happening...)
Rayfa:
"The Courts of Resignation." Our courts are well-known as thus. In this land where my Séances provide the truth and no attorneys can intervene... ...criminals know that all they can do is resign themselves to their fate. 
Judge:
O foreign lawyer, I ask you once more: Are you still sure you want to defend the accused?
Phoenix:
(*gulp* ...There's Maya to think of in all of this, too... I can't just lay down my life... What in the world should I do?)
Continue the defense
Leads to:
"Isn't this why I became a lawyer in the first place?"
Abandon the defense
Phoenix:
(A trial I just happened to walk into, in a country I just happened to visit... How can I put my life on the line for something like this?!)
Ahlbi:
I appreciate what you're trying to do, Mr. Wright, but never mind about me. You just go ahead and see Miss Maya.
Phoenix:
(But... What about Ahlbi...?)
Ahlbi:
She's kinda like a big sister to me!
Leads to:
"Isn't this why I became a lawyer in the first place?"
Phoenix:
(Isn't this why I became a lawyer in the first place? To help those with no one on their side... I can't just abandon everything I believe in. All I can do now... is stand firm and fight!)
Payne:
Well? Don't hold your tears back on MY account, Phoenix Wright! Admit your defeat and grovel before me -- the chief prosecutor -- for your life!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Even if it means being subject to the Defense Culpability Act... ...I will defend Ahlbi!
Payne:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat?!
Ahlbi:
B-But, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
The defendant insists he's innocent. And not even a Divination Séance should be accepted without examination.
Judge:
P-P...Pohlkunkaaa!
Ahlbi:
But if I'm found guilty, you'll get the death penalty, too... Even knowing that, you still want to defend me?
Phoenix:
I don't know what happened in the past... ...but it looks like everyone in this country considers lawyers to be liars. So I can understand if you don't believe me. But... I still believe in you, and your innocence.
Ahlbi:
!
Phoenix:
So all I have to do is keep believing, and find the truth. That's all there is to it.
Ahlbi:
............
Rayfa:
Hah hah hah. Barb-headed attorney, you continue to amuse me. Though your barbed jabs are proving to be more than mere jokes.
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence. Believe me when I say that this attorney will knock your Insights out.
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rayfa:
Insolent, disrespectful attorney! You'll have plenty of time to regret your folly in the Twilight Realm!
Judge:
Not a wise move, traveler. Not wise at all... You should have taken the chance I offered to save your life. But you made your choice. The Defense Culpability Act will be applied in this case. And with this verdict, you'll both soon be parting with your heads!
Gallery:
Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death!
Rayfa:
The souls of the departed speak only the truth, and I but give their messages a voice. If you think my Insights contain falsehood, I challenge you to prove it!
Insight
-- Rayfa's Insight --
Rayfa:
The accused swung whatever he was holding down on the victim's head!
With the pain, the victim's vision went dark. This is when he lost his life.
Still, I can't believe it -- a murder after the morning Dance of Devotion?
Rayfa:
These are the victim's experiences just before his death.
Phoenix:
(As the victim's final memories, we can assume they aren't lies. So how do I break this down?)
Rayfa:
Allow me to relieve you of your ignorance, defense. Did you notice the words that appeared in the Séance vision?
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, I did see words... like "Song of Ceremony" and "Incense.")
Rayfa:
The victim's final memories are not limited to sight alone. Sight, smell, taste, sound, touch -- all is laid bare in the Pool of Souls.
Phoenix:
So what Mr. Rohl experienced with his five senses appears in the vision as words, right?
Rayfa:
Precisely. And by examining these sensations... ...we can perceive the victim's final moments with unparalleled clarity.
Phoenix:
(Works for me! I can use all the extra information I can get! Now, to find a contradiction between her Insights and the Séance vision!) Your Benevolence, I ask that you please show me the Séance vision again!
Rayfa:
Very well.
Phoenix:
(Wait a minute. Her Benevolence said "after the morning Dance of Devotion" earlier, didn't she? Isn't there something off about that? I'll use these arrows (D-Pad or Circle Pad) to select the Insight I think is off.
Rayfa:
The accused swung whatever he was holding down on the victim's head!
With the pain, the victim's vision went dark. This is when he lost his life.
Still, I can't believe it -- a murder after the morning Dance of Devotion?
Phoenix:
(Yes, this is the Insight that sounded funny. Now I'll just carefully compare this Insight with the Séance vision. If I notice a sensation that seems contradictory, I'll tap "Select" (X)!)
Select after "Song of Ceremony" appears
Leads to:
"(This is it -- this is the part of the vision that contradicts the Insight.)"
Select any other time
Phoenix:
(Hmm... This part of the vision doesn't seem to really contradict the Insight. I'd better tap "Select" (X) at some other point in the vision!)
Phoenix:
(This is it -- this is the part of the vision that contradicts the Insight. Now I just select the sensation I think is inconsistent and then "Present" (X) it!)
Present Song of Ceremony (Sound)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Wait just a moment!"
Phoenix:
Wait just a moment!
Rayfa:
Yes? What is it, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
You're saying the incident occurred AFTER the morning Dance of Devotion, right?
Rayfa:
That's right. What of it?
Phoenix:
Then isn't it strange that Mr. Rohl could still hear the Song of Ceremony?
Judge:
Oh, my! You're absolutely right!
Rayfa:
............Hmph. Is that all that troubles you?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Rayfa:
What the victim heard was just a practice run of the Song of Ceremony.
Phoenix:
Practice run? What are you talking about?
Rayfa:
Mr. Payne, if you would?
Payne:
Certainly! Allow me to explain. The incident occurred in the interval between the morning and afternoon Dances. During that time, the singers were practicing in the performance hall.
Rayfa:
Precisely! I was there as well, so I can corroborate this statement.
Judge:
I see. So what the victim hears was that practice session.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. There goes my contradiction... Okay, so they were practicing in this "performance hall"... That must be the room where Ahlbi and I saw Her Benevolence dancing.)
Judge:
However, Mr. Payne, I admit one detail troubles me.
Payne:
Ask away, Your Magistry.
Judge:
It's a big temple. The performance hall and treasure room are quite far from eachother. Could the song really be heard all the way in the treasure room?
Phoenix:
(He's right. It is a very big temple.) Well? How about it, Mr. Payne?!
Payne:
Your Magistry, have you forgotten? There are speakers in every room of Tehm'pul Temple, including the treasure room.
Judge:
Oh, that's right!
Phoenix:
Speakers? For what purpose?
Payne:
Are you serious, Mr. Wright? They're to broadcast the sacred music of the performance hall throughout the temple.
Rayfa:
That's why the victim could hear the Song of Ceremony in the Séance vision. It was the practice run going on in the performance hall, heard over the speakers.
Judge:
Thank you for your explanation, You're Benevolence. That makes perfect sense even to a feeble-minded old man like me.
Rayfa:
Think nothing of it.
Judge:
Now if you wouldn't mind, could you please alter your Insights for us?
Rayfa:
Very well.
Insight Revised
Still, I can't believe it -- a murder after the morning Dance of Devotion?
The Song of Ceremony the victim head was of a practice run through the temple speakers.
Phoenix:
(I think I'm getting the hang of this. If I point out an inconsistency, she'll update her Insights accordingly. So if I keep pointing things out, maybe I can knock all of her Insights out after all! I'd better find another inconsistency, no matter how small!)
Phoenix:
(Hmm... It's a bit hard to focus on the Insights with the Séance vision going. I'll try using the "Pause" (L) to temporarily stop the vision. There! I paused the vision! I think I can touch the flashing panels (Y/A) to jump to different parts of the vision. I'll try moving the mitamah mark to the flashing red panel there. Okay, now that I know how to get around in the Séance visions... ...it's time to find inconsistencies between the Insights and the vision!)
Rayfa:
The accused swung whatever he was holding down on the victim's head!
With the pain, the victim's vision went dark. This is when he lost his life.
Present Pain (Touch) on fifth panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You're saying the victim's field of vision went dark right after he was struck, correct?"
The Song of Ceremony the victim head was of a practice run through the temple speakers.
Phoenix:
You're saying the victim's field of vision went dark right after he was struck, correct?
Rayfa:
Of course, as anyone with eyes can see.
Phoenix:
Well, pardon me, but I must disagree.
Rayfa:
What?
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, please take another look at the exact moment the victim felt pain.
Rayfa:
Hm...? ......Oh!
Phoenix:
Everything goes black and then -- only after that -- the victim feels pain.
Rayfa:
I-Inconceivable!
Phoenix:
This places the order of events at odds with what you say happened!
Rayfa:
My word!
Judge:
Pohlkunka! Your Benevolence! What is the meaning of this?
Rayfa:
I c-cannot be wrong! My Insights are beyond fallacy!
Judge:
If what the defense says is true, this is very grave matter indeed! Please forgive me, Your Benevolence, but... ...I'm afraid this contradiction is something we simply can't ignore!
Payne:
Payne:
Heh, heh. Now now. Let's not be too hasty, Your Magistry. I think I can clear this up.
Judge:
You have something to add, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
A thousand apologies. It seems the prosecution has failed to make one tiny thing clear.
Phoenix:
And that would be...?
Payne:
On the day of the incident, there was a power outage -- a blackout in one part of the temple. And, as I recall, the crime scene was in that sector. The power outage must be why the victim's field of vision went dark. I apologize for neglecting to tell the court this detail. I'm afraid it slipped my mind.
Phoenix:
(Or rather, you knew all along and are only letting it slip now that it's convenient, Payne!)
Payne:
The power outage knocked out both the lights and the speakers.
Rayfa:
Oh! There was a blackout there, was there?! Well now... That explains everything, does it not?
Judge:
Wh-What do you men, Your Benevolence? Please share your thoughts with us, if you would.
Rayfa:
The blackout occurred when the accused and the victim were faced with one another. Fearing the victim would flee under the cover of darkness... ...the accused swiftly brought his weapon down on the victim's head.
Judge:
I see! That makes perfect sense, Your Benevolence.
Payne:
So the victim was struck after the lights went out. The depth of your insight is awe-inspiring, Your Benevolence! Give her a hand, everyone!
Gallery:
Well done! Long may you live and prosper!
Phoenix:
(Hey! I want to live long and prosper, too!)
Rayfa:
Enough applause. You flatter me.
Judge:
............Now, Your Benevolence, in light of this new information...
Rayfa:
Yes, of course. I will alter my Insight.
Insight Revised
With the pain, the victim's vision went dark. This is when he lost his life.
One can safely assume the accused struck the victim the moment after the blackout began!
Phoenix:
(So much for my inconsistency. At least I was able to draw out some new info. And with new info comes a chance to find new inconsistencies. Now to compare the Insights with the vision again, and see what else I can dig up!)
Rayfa:
The accused swung whatever he was holding down on the victim's head!
One can safely assume the accused struck the victim the moment after the blackout began!
The Song of Ceremony the victim head was of a practice run through the temple speakers.
Present Song of Ceremony (Sound) on fifth panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(Yes, I've finally found it! This is the gaping hole I've been looking for!)"
Phoenix:
(Yes, I've finally found it! This is the gaping hole I've been looking for!) Your Benevolence, as impressive as your Spirit Communion power is, it's not infallible.
Rayfa:
You never know when to stop talking, do you? I hope you realize your words are an insult to all adherents of Khura'inism.
Judge:
Defense! Watch what you say! If you don't mind that tongue of yours, you won't have one left to mind!
Phoenix:
It's certainly not my intention to insult spirit mediums. But maybe I'm not the one who needs to learn when to stop talking.
Rayfa:
What malarkey.
Phoenix:
I believe you said a few moments ago... ...that the victim could hear the Song of Ceremony thanks to the temple's speakers. But then, how do you explain... ...how the victim could still hear the Song of Ceremony, even after the power went out!
Rayfa:
Oh!
Phoenix:
This contradiction of facts can only mean...  ...that the Song of Ceremony Mr. Rohl heard was NOT coming from the speakers!
Payne:
What?! Impossible!
Judge:
Wh-What are you saying?! That the song he heard was coming directly from the performance hall?
Phoenix:
That's exactly what I'm saying. It's the only possible explanation.
Judge:
But the scene of the crime was nowhere near the performance hall!
Phoenix:
Right. The song couldn't make it all the way to the treasure room... Not unless...
Rayfa:
Y-You mean to say...?
Phoenix:
Yes, the treasure room was NOT the actual scene of the crime. It must have been somewhere else -- somewhere closer to the performance hall!
Payne:
Wh-Whaaaaaat?!
Judge:
Y-You can't be serious!
Phoenix:
There is a glaring contradiction in the claims of Her Benevolence and the prosecution. Therefore, the defense insists that this case be thoroughly re-examined!
Rayfa:
What? N-No...
Judge:
Th-This is completely unprecedented! An inconsistency in Her Benevolence's Insights...? Unbelievable...
Rayfa:
H-Head not his forked tongue, Your Magistry! These are but the claims of a corrupt lawyer! A feeble ruse from a feeble mind!
Judge:
B-B-But... But the contradiction revealed by the defense... is undeniable... I-I can't... We can't... We can't just turn a blind eye to it!
Payne:
B-But the defense's assertion is, in the end, meaningless! Even if the location of the murder turned out to be different... ...it doesn't change what we've seen of the moment of the murder!
Rayfa:
I-Indeed! The accused is standing right there in front of the victim! Furthermore, the murder weapon remains raised above his head! My Insights still stand!
Phoenix:
(I hate to admit it, but she's right. The Séance vision still makes the situation look really grim for Ahlbi.)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. I doubt even the defense can dream up an explanation as to why... ...the accused had his hands up over his head.
Phoenix:
Well, this defense dares to dream! (Of making it out of this nightmare alive...)
Payne:
You what?!
Rayfa:
You still insist on trying to tear down my Insights, do you? You'd better be prepared to back up your claim. Remember what will happen to that tongue of yours if we find you are just wagging it.
Phoenix:
Of course I can back up my claim! (Just as soon as I think of something...)
Judge:
............ You appear to be fully prepared, defense. As the embodiment of this court, I give you permission to try and prove your claim. As long as you're willing to stake your life on it.
Rayfa:
I concur, Your Magistry. Prepare the tongue shears! Chop-chop!
Phoenix:
Ch-Chop-chop?
Judge:
Yes, let's have the bailiff fetch them. I think I saw a suitable pair in the basement. Chop, chop.
Phoenix:
(Stop, stop...!)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. I hear that lying lawyers have several tongues to spare. I'm sure he won't miss one.
Phoenix:
(Yikes! These people are actually serious! I'm rather attached to my tongue... Think, Phoenix! Think! Other than to raise a weapon, why would Ahlbi have held his hands up like that? Aha! So that's why!) The reason the defendant had his hands up over his head... ...can be explained by something in the crime photo! (What explains why Ahlbi had his hands raised above his head?)
Present Rohl's gun
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"As in the Séance vision..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Take a look at this!
Judge:
Excuse me? What exactly are you pointing at?
Phoenix:
This! Er, this general area here...
Judge:
......I have no idea what you're talking about.
Phoenix:
(Oops! Looks like I was too vague.)
Payne:
Your Magistry, I believe a vague answer like that deserves a clear penalty.
Judge:
Ooh, goody! It's been so hard to dish out a proper lawyer penalty these days. This brings back such fond memories!
Payne:
Fire when ready, Your Magistry.
Judge:
Now, to savor this rare opportunity... A penalty for the defense!
Phoenix:
Eeeyowch! (Are you done savoring my savory tears, too? Anyway... let's try that one again.)
Leads back to:
"(What explains why Ahlbi had his hands raised above his head?)"
Phoenix:
As in the Séance vision... ...I witnessed the defendant raise both of his hands over his head yesterday.
Judge:
You did? Where did you see such a thing?
Phoenix:
When the police had their guns trained on him as they made their arrest.
Judge:
Oh! Are you saying...?!
Phoenix:
The victim was a security guard, and an armed one at that. The defense proposes that the victim had pointed his firearm at Ahlbi. And that's why the defendant's hands were raised in the air!
Rayfa:
P-P-Pohlkunkaaaaaaa!
Payne:
Who would have thought that the Séance vision could be interpreted that way...!
Rayfa:
This is not possible! I-It... can't be!
Phoenix:
(Not bad for a total knockout!)
Gallery:
How dare that lawyer-devil go against Her Benevolence?! He's no better than that traitorous snake, Dhurke!
Phoenix:
(Traitorous snake? Dhurke? Who's that?)
Rayfa:
N-No... I can't believe it... A contradiction in one of my Insights...? There has to be some kind of mistake... I... I won't accept it...!
Payne:
That's right, Your Benevolence! And I won't accept it, either! It goes against all we hold sacred! Throw him in jail immediately for lese-majesty!
Phoenix:
What?!
Gallery:
Yeah! You said it! Throw him in jail! Yes! Make him pay for the way he disrespected Her Benevolence!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... These people are definitely NOT my fans right now...)
Gallery:
That's right! Exterminate him! Exterminate! Annihilate!
Judge:
Peace! Give me peace! I said peeeeeeaaace! Now, everyone, please calm down.
Phoenix:
(Hm...? Is he...?)
Payne:
Your Magistry, please assign this black-hearted attorney a suitable punishment.
Judge:
............ No. I can't charge him with lese-majesty.
Rayfa:
What?
Payne:
Wh-What?! But, why not, Your Magistry?!
Judge:
He was simply following the proper procedure for defending the accused. There's nothing unlawful about that.
Payne:
B-But, Your Magistry... Don't you want to wrap this trial up quickly? Why not just give your verdict? Then you can go home and make it up to your wife...
Judge:
We can't end the trial now, not when we just learned new information about the case.
Payne:
Wh-Whaaaaaat?!
Rayfa:
Your Magistry! Not you, too! You would honestly entertain the idea that my Insight contains a contradiction?!
Judge:
...Truly, it is shocking. In the twenty-plus years since the DC Act went into effect, such a thing has never occurred. To be honest... I didn't want to believe it, either. But with his life on the line, the defense pointed out an inconsistency. And it is our duty to scrutinize it to the satisfaction of the law.
Rayfa:
You dare go against the royal priestess, you... NON-BELIEVER?
Judge:
No, my faith is as strong as ever. But I have a duty to make a fair ruling in this trial. If you insist on interfering with that process, Your Benevolence... ...I'm afraid I must request your removal from this courtroom, royal priestess or not.
Rayfa:
WHAAAT? I'll have you know--!
Judge:
Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
!
Judge:
Please acquiesce in this, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
Nngh... Grrrrrrr!
Phoenix:
(If looks could kill...)
Rayfa:
I won't forget this offense, Barbed Head! I do not admit defeat! I won't!
Judge:
Bailiff, please see Her Benevolence out.
Rayfa:
Y-Your mitamah will face due retribution in the Twilight Realm! The demons there will... They'll pluck the barbs right off your stupid head! Ha ha ha ha ha! I hope your suffering will be super-duper painful! And, and! I hope they throw you into a lake of burning fire, yeah! And then, and then...!
Phoenix:
(I guess she's still just a teenager after all...)
Judge:
Now then, defense. Mister... Light, was it...?
Phoenix:
That's "Wright," Your Magistry. Phoenix Wright.
Judge:
Of course. Mr. Wright. My apologies. Well, now that we have this newly uncovered fact, I suggest we proceed with arguments.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Magistry.
Judge:
Yes, yes... But do not misunderstand me. This doesn't mean I trust you completely. I'll be keeping a close eye on you, so don't even think about lying to this court.
Phoenix:
I understand, Your Magistry. (Whew! Maybe NOW we can finally run a real trial!)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Arguments, Your Magistry? Very well. I accept your challenge.
Phoenix:
(Huh? What's with him?)
Payne:
Hee hee hee! Oh, the look on your face, Mr. Wright! It's just... Heh heh! It's just too hilarious!
Judge:
What's so funny, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
The defense still doesn't get it. The "truth" he unearthed is going to bury him and his case instead.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that, prosecutor?!
Payne:
I told you! It's "Chief Prosecutor"!
Phoenix:
(Yes... Because that's the point to focus on right now...)
Payne:
The defense is digging its own grave. Consider this, Your Magistry. Why would the victim -- a security guard -- point a gun at the accused?
Judge:
Oh!
Payne:
"Oh," indeed! Because the accused was about to commit a theft. It's the only logical explanation!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaa?! (That... does sound pretty logical, actually...)
Payne:
It doesn't help the accused's situation at all! If anything, it makes him look even more guilty!
Judge:
Yes, I have to agree.
Payne:
Allow me spell out this "truth" the defense didn't bother to think through. Mr. Rohl came across the accused, just as he was trying to steal the treasure. The guard pointed his gun at the accused, and, just when the power went out... ...the accused murdered the victim and hid his body in the treasure room.
Phoenix:
Gnrk!
Payne:
A hand truck for moving heavy treasure around is stored in the treasure room. The accused could have easily moved the body with that.
Phoenix:
(And after all that hard work to knock down those Insights... Ahh, backed into the ol' familiar corner once more...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, do you have a rebuttal?
Phoenix:
............ (Ugh. I'm drawing a total blank here...)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. I hope you're ready to climb that scaffold...
Phoenix:
I... Uh...
Judge:
I asked you a question, defense!
Phoenix:
(......I've got nothing. I can't think of any grounds for an objection... The only thing to do at this point is ask the defendant himself what happened. But I don't know if Ahlbi will cooperate with me or not...) Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
!
Phoenix:
Will you tell us what really happened?
Ahlbi:
............
Payne:
You don't have to say anything, accused. Fall for his evil trap and you'll only dirty your own soul.
Phoenix:
Ahlbi, you have to tell me the truth! I can't help you unless you do!
Ahlbi:
Ungh...... Nngh... Mr. Wright... I'm sorry...
Phoenix:
(Why?! Why won't he trust me?! Is this it? Is this the end... for both of us...? Maya... I'm sorry...)
I-I never met a real lawyer before...
Ahlbi:
Everybody always told me they're bad, bad people who help dirty criminals go free. I never thought a lawyer would actually try to help me... would actually believe in me... Would risk his own life for me... I never would've even imagined it.
Phoenix:
A-Ahlbi...!
Ahlbi:
So... that's why I lied. To try and save myself. But I'm not going to lie anymore! If you believe in me enough to put your life on the line... then I'm going to believe in you, too!
Payne:
Wh-Whaaaaat?!
Ahlbi:
Allow me... Allow me to explaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!
Phoenix:
(Now we're talking! Time to finally get to the bottom of things!)
Ahlbi:
To be honest, I went into the treasure room lots of times to look at the treasure box.
Judge:
Even though the temple told you you weren't allowed to go anywhere near it?!
Ahlbi:
Yes. I'm sorry... Mr. Rohl even saw me once and scolded me. But that box is so beautiful! The way it glows in the dark... I couldn't help myself.
Phoenix:
Wait. It glows in the dark?
Ahlbi:
That's right. It's covered in this special mineral called "fluorenite" that makes it glow. It's absolutely breathtaking. It's really a shame they don't put it on display for the public! Can't you imagine how many people would go on night tours if they did?!
Phoenix:
(If only he applied such passion to telling me the truth earlier...)
Treasure Box updated in the Court Record.
Ahlbi:
On the day of the incident, I was on my way to the treasure room again... ...when I ran into Mr. Rohl on the great stairs.
Judge:
So those were not the treasure room stairs in the Séance vision...?
Ahlbi:
No, they were the great stairs that connect the hallway.
Phoenix:
(Makes sense. The vision wasn't clear enough to show us what was at the top of those stairs...)
Temple Diagram added to the Court Record.
Ahlbi:
All of a sudden, Mr. Rohl drew his gun and threatened me with it. I quickly put my hands up. Mr. Rohl... He acted so scary... For some reason, he had his scarf over his mouth. I couldn't read his expression at all. Just then, the power went out. So I took that chance to hightail it out of there! I ran for my life! Even now, when I try to think back on it... ...all I can remember are the gun and the piercing look in Mr. Rohl's eyes... That must've been when I dropped the notice scroll.
Phoenix* (inner monologue incorrectly displayed as Ahlbi in-game):
(Which means someone else brought it to the treasure room, along with Mr. Rohl's body.) Did Mr. Rohl say anything to you when you ran into him on on the stairs?
Ahlbi:
Nngh...
Phoenix:
(What is it, Ahlbi...?)
Ahlbi:
I have no idea why, but... ...he asked me a strange question. "Did you steal it?" he said.
Phoenix:
What?!
Ahlbi:
I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't say all this before. I didn't think anybody would believe me.
Payne:
Heh heh heh. A grand speech. One that confirmed my suspicions that... you were the thief!
Ahlbi:
Nnnnngh...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But that might have just been the victim's misunderstanding!
Payne:
Payne:
Where there's smoke, there's fire, as they say. The victim must have had good reason to be suspicious of the accused.
Phoenix:
(Why does every new piece of information have to seem so incriminating...?)
Ahlbi:
Nnngh... Shah'do... What do I do, Shah'do...?
Payne:
And what better reason to suspect the boy than seeing the treasure box in his hands? In the course of his rounds, the victim must've noticed that the treasure had been stolen. And then, just after that... ...he ran into the accused, Ahlbi Ur'gaid.
Ahlbi:
Nnngh... No... Th-That's not what happened...
Payne:
Therefore, the one who stole the treasure and killed the victim... ...can be none other than the accused!
Ahlbi:
Nnngh... Aaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
(Wh-What now?)
Shah'do:
Rrr... Ruff, ruff! Ruff, ruff!
Ahlbi:
H-Hey! Shah'do! Down, boy!
Judge:
Well! What do we have here?!
Ahlbi:
I-I'm sorry about this. This is my dog, Shah'do.
Shah'do:
Ruff, ruff, ruff!
Judge:
You nearly gave me a heart attack!
Phoenix:
(So that's what was making his bag move...)
Shah'do:
Ruff, ruff! Ruff, ruff!
Payne:
Can't you quiet that yappy mutt down?
Ahlbi:
Shah'do says that Mr. Rohl made a mistake.
Phoenix:
(You can understand him?!)
Payne:
Heh heh heh! Don't tell me this a surprise witness for the defense?
Judge:
I-I beg your your pardon? You're not thinking of cross-examining an animal, are you?!
Phoenix:
O-Of course not, Your Magistry! (Not this time, anyway...)
Judge:
Phew. Well, I'm glad to hear that. I thought I'd have to reassess my assessment of your sanity for a second there...
Phoenix:
(I think I'D better reassess my strategy... and fast! I have to somehow show that somebody else could've struck the victim, or we're sunk.) Wh-While it's true that the defendant was standing in front of the victim when he died... ...it doesn't mean somebody else couldn't have struck the victim at that time!
Judge:
If you're going to go that far... ...then I hope this means you have another angle of approach ready.
Payne:
Exactly! I mean, who but the accused -- standing front and center -- could've done it? Unless you can back up your claim, it's nothing more than conjecture.
Phoenix:
(Okay... Come on, Phoenix! I know I can think up something convincing... Where else could the victim have been struck from?)
Present behind Rohl
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"With the defendant standing in front of the victim..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Obviously, the answer is from this location here.
Payne:
From there? Using the treasure box as the murder weapon?!
Phoenix:
Uh... (I guess nobody could reach that far...)
Judge:
Nothing but lies and claptrap every time you open your mouth. How very lawyer-like.
Payne:
Your Magistry, it would be very judge-like of you to give him a penalty at this time.
Judge:
Indeed!
Phoenix:
(Ack! Come on, Phoenix! There's gotta be something more convincing than that... With the treasure box as the murder weapon, the culprit had to have been nearby.)
Leads back to:
"(Where else could the victim have been struck from?)"
Phoenix:
With the defendant standing in front of the victim... ...isn't it possible that the victim could've been struck from behind?
Judge:
From behind, you say? Hmm... I see. Yes, I suppose it's not outside the realm of possibility.
Phoenix:
(Good. Now at least I have some breathing room.)
Judge:
But who do you suppose it could have been?
Phoenix:
Oh, uh... The true culprit, naturally -- the one who actually committed the theft and murder!
Judge:
The true culprit? And I suppose you have a true timeline of events to go along with that?
Phoenix:
(I should've known I'd have to explain everything... All right. If we assume the true culprit struck the victim from behind, then that means...) After going to the treasure room and stealing the treasure, the true culprit tried to escape. But then Mr. Rohl appeared, making his rounds. I imagine the culprit then quickly hid in the storeroom at the other end of the hallway.
Payne:
Heh heh heh. You're grasping at straws, Mr. Wright. Admit it. You have nothing but baseless conjecture.
Phoenix:
I-I'm going to look for something to base it on right now! Ahlbi? When you ran into Mr. Rohl in the hallway, was there anyone around the storeroom area?
Ahlbi:
...I don't know. There might've been somebody there, but I couldn't see... I was only halfway down the stairs, so I couldn't see the ends of that hallway.
Phoenix:
I see... (Swing and a miss.)
Shah'do:
Ruff, ruff! Ruff, ruff!
Ahlbi:
Oh! Shah'do says that someone was there.
Phoenix:
I-I see. Thank you for that. (Too bad his testimony is inadmissible...)
Payne:
Heh heh heh.
Phoenix:
(You think this is a joke?) Maybe the defendant didn't happen to see this other person... ...but that doesn't mean the true culprit couldn't have been there in the hallway!
Payne:
Payne:
Your desperate floundering is getting hard to watch. But I will enjoy watching you sink.
Phoenix:
What are you talking about?
Payne:
Unfortunately for you... ...only the accused and the victim were there in that hallway at the time of the incident.
Phoenix:
How can you continue to make that assertion?!
Payne:
Because there was a witness. A very reliable eyewitness.
Phoenix:
Wh-What?!
Payne:
Your Magistry, the prosecution would like to call its witness to the stand.
Judge:
Calling an eyewitness to the stand, hm? It's been decades since that's happened.
Payne:
And unlike the defense's witness, you can rest assured that there are no pets involved.
Phoenix:
(That was a low blow...)
Shah'do:
Rrr... Ruff!
Judge:
Very well. I'll allow it. And now, for something we've not heard in quite some time: Bring the witness to the stand!
Payne:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Andistan'dhin:
Pees'lubn Andistan'dhin's the name. I'm, like, Tehm'pul Temple's head monk. Can ya dig?
Judge:
Oh! If it isn't Instructor Andistan'dhin! You're the eyewitness?
Phoenix:
("Instructor"?)
Payne:
Not only is Mr. Andistan'dhin Tehm'pul Temple's head monk... ...but he's also a renowned dahmalan expert.
Phoenix:
Sorry to have to ask, but what's a "dahmalan"?
Andistan'dhin:
Check it! Here she is, my sweet serenader, my one and only. Groovy, right? But you heard our sultry sounds once before, brother... When dragon and tiger battle...
Phoenix:
That's the song from the Dance of Devotion!
Andistan'dhin:
Right on, brother. The Song of Ceremony. Playing this tune together is a precious gig for me and my girl here, ya dig?
Phoenix:
(The Song of Ceremony, the song that was playing at the time of the murder...)
Andistan'dhin:
O Holy Mother! May the righteous sounds of my dahmalan serve as my offering to you!
Judge:
Wonderful! A great performance, as always!
Andistan'dhin:
This is my thing, ya know? My bag. I make instruments speak, baby. By the by, Magistry Pops... ...no dahmalan class today?
Judge:
No. I'm afraid this trial has gone into overtime... thanks to this lawyer over there.
Phoenix:
(The class the judge wanted to attend was a dahmalan lesson?)
Andistan'dhin:
Well, ya know what they say, baby. Never trust the lawyer-man! But transgressors against the Holy Mother have to be brought to justice.
Payne:
Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Andistan'dhin. As the treasure's keeper... ...you must've been shocked to learn that it had been stolen.
Andistan'dhin:
Yeah, man... That was not cool.
Phoenix:
Keeping the treasure safe is one of your duties, Mr. Andistan'dhin?
Andistan'dhin:
That's right, brother. This here's the one and only treasure box key... ...and I keep it on me at all times. Can ya dig? But the sneaky thief went and cracked open that sucker anyway... Total bummer, man.
Phoenix:
So that's the key to the treasure box, is it?
Andistan'dhin:
You know it, baby! It's called the "Magatama Key," and it's a historical artifact, to boot. It's been passed down from head monk to head monk at Tehm'pul Temple.
Phoenix:
(The Magatama Key, huh?)
Magatama Key added to the Court Record.
Andistan'dhin:
And now someone's jacked the treasure, on my watch... It's a real buzzkill, man... How am I ever gonna face Her Holiness again! O Holy Mother! Please find it in your infinite mercy to forgive me! Please guide this lost and humble lamb!
Phoenix:
(Why do I always get the faaaaar out ones...?)
Payne:
Mr. Andistan'dhin, you witnessed the accused and the victim heading to the treasure room?
Andistan'dhin:
You know it, baby! Best believe I scoped that tiny transgressor...
Judge:
Would you please give the court your testimony regarding what you saw?
Andistan'dhin:
To bring justice against the transgressor, man, yes, of course, I'll do all I can. In the name of Her Holiness, I vow to sing, naught but the truth, I swear to bring! Hit me!
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw, Baby --
Andistan'dhin:
After morning Dance of Devotion, to go back to my chamber, I got the notion.
Don't you know my chamber's on the way, to the temple's treasure room, hey, hey.
Any small footsteps I can quite clearly hear, if anyone to the treasure room goes near.
Ahlbi was the only one. Ahlbi was the only one.
Before the blackout, one other than Rohl, only Ahlbi to the treasure room did stroll.
Phoenix:
(Tell me I was hallucinating just now...)
Andistan'dhin:
Like, can you believe Mr. Rohl bit the big one after that? Harsh, man.
Payne:
I share your sentiments. You were the one who discovered the victim's body, weren't you, Mr. Andistan'dhin?
Phoenix:
What? You found the body as well? (He really is a key witness, then.)
Andistan'dhin:
That's right, brother. After the blackout, I went to reset the breaker and give power back to the people. The circuit box is near my chamber, so I'm always the man for the job, ya feel me?
Payne:
The breakers are in the first floor hallway, in front of the storeroom.
Andistan'dhin:
On the way, I got a whiff of something funky -- blood, man. Really harsher my mellow. I knew something wasn't kosher, so I swung by the treasure room to see what's what. And it was like, whoa, man! There was poor Mr. Rohl, dead as a doornail!
Temple Diagram updated in the Court Record.
Payne:
In the interval between the end of the Dance of Devotion and the blackout... ...the only ones who went to the scene of the crime were the victim and the accused. So you see, Mr. Andistan'dhin's unassailable account is what led to the accused's arrest.
Phoenix:
Hold it! Isn't it possible that the murder took place before the end of the Dance of Devotion?
Payne:
Heh heh heh. I'm afraid that's not possible. The victim was in the performance hall until the very end of the dance.
Phoenix:
He was?
Payne:
Would you like some proof? How's this -- a photo, taken by a tourist, of the morning Dance of Devotion.
Judge:
My! What graceful dancing! I can almost hear the sound of Mr. Andistan'dhin's dahmalan now!
Phoenix:
(Payne's right. There's Mr. Rohl, on duty.)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Never underestimate The Incredible Payne!
Phoenix:
(Nrgh. So in addition to Rayfa's Insights, he had backup evidence lined up, too, huh?)
Dance of Devotion photo added to the Court Record.
Andistan'dhin:
As head monk, my monks-in-training are like my own kids -- like family -- can ya dig it? I should've taught Ahlbi better, man... Before Her Holiness, the Holy Mother, O Ahlbi, confess your sins, my young brother.
Ahlbi:
H-Head Monk Andistan'dhin... I-I didn't kill Mr. Rohl... So I don't have anything to confess to the Holy Mother...
Andistan'dhin:
What?! ...Bogus, little man. Your faith is weak, like a wet paper bag. Are ya feeling me? Spare the rod, hey baby, Spoil the child, not maybe. Her Holiness is magnanimous, son. If you confess your guilt... ...she'll forgive you in the Twilight Realm.
Phoenix:
(I don't suppose she could forgive him in this realm first...?)
Judge:
Defense, please begin your cross-examination.
Cross-Examination
-- What I Saw, Baby --
Andistan'dhin:
After morning Dance of Devotion, to go back to my chamber, I got the notion.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I have a question.
Andistan'dhin:
Lay it on me, man.
Judge:
How dare you interrupt the performance of the great Pees'lubn Andistan'dhin?! I was really enjoying that!
Phoenix:
Sorry... But, you know... there's something about that name I can't put my finger on...
Judge:
What's so funny about "Pees'lubn Andistan'dhin"?
Andistan'dhin:
You had a question for me, brother?
Phoenix:
You were playing something during the Dance of Devotion, weren't you?
Andistan'dhin:
You know it, baby. I was playing my beautiful girl here, this dahmalan. In offering to Her Holiness, I play the music, and the singers sing the Song of Ceremony.
Judge:
Mr. Andistan'dhin's playing is the best in the kingdom. It must please Her Holiness greatly. Now, then. Could you continue with your testimony, Mr. Andistan'dhin?
Andistan'dhin:
For the Holy Mother, I keep on truckin'! This dahmalan still needs some plucking!
Andistan'dhin:
Don't you know my chamber's on the way, to the temple's treasure room, hey, hey.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Could you please point out one more time where your chamber is located?
Andistan'dhin:
Yeah, man. No sweat. My chamber is on the way from the performance hall to the treasure room.
Phoenix:
(So anyone going to the treasure room would have to pass by Andistan'dhin's chamber...)
Andistan'dhin:
Give Pees'lubn a chance...
Andistan'dhin:
Any small footsteps I can quite clearly hear, if anyone to the treasure room goes near.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Even from inside your chamber, you can still hear what's going on outside?
Andistan'dhin:
Tehm'pul Temple is a groovy old building, built from Mother Nature's finest. You can hear a pin drop through the wooden walls, ya dig?
Phoenix:
(In an old building like that, I guess the walls must be pretty thin.)
Payne:
And that's how Mr. Andistan'dhin could know the culprit's movements. It's all thanks to the Holy Mother's divine protection.
Andistan'dhin:
Right on, my man! I dedicate this testimony to Her Holiness!
Andistan'dhin:
Through the window, I did spy, little Ahlbi with my own eye.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Through the window, you say?
Andistan'dhin:
That's right, brother. There's a courtyard outside the window of my chamber. Across the courtyard, I can see the window of the hallway to the treasure room, man.
Phoenix:
(Judging from the diagram, I guess that's plausible.)
Judge:
A view of the courtyard your chamber? How nice that must be! I bet it's beautiful at this time of year, what with Khura'inese butterflies flittering about.
Andistan'dhin:
You know it, Pops! I often look out into the courtyard while playing my dahmalan. And it goes a little something like this...
Present Notice
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There's something off about that, Mr. Andistan'dhin."
Andistan'dhin:
Ahlbi was the only one. Ahlbi was the only one.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How could you tell it was Ahlbi just from the sound of some footsteps?
Andistan'dhin:
Ahlbi is practically family, man. The smooth groove of his shoes are easy to pick out.
Phoenix:
But how do you know he went to the treasure room? Didn't you think it was possible he went to the storeroom at the other end of the hall?
Andistan'dhin:
No way, man. I saw him with my own two eyes.
Phoenix:
You saw him?
Andistan'dhin:
In the treasure room, this you can believe. My peepers peeped this sneaky sneak Ahlbi.
Payne:
And tell us where, where it is you stood, when you saw the accused, if you would?
Andistan'dhin:
When I heard the footsteps, I looked out the window. From my window, I can see... ...the window of the first-floor hallway, across the courtyard, ya dig? And, through that window, I saw Ahlbi walking into the treasure room.
Phoenix:
(Should I have him add this statement to his testimony?)
Add to testimony
Phoenix:
Could you please add that statement to your testimony, Mr. Andistan'dhin?
Andistan'dhin:
You got it, brother.
Add statement:
"Through the window, I did spy, little Ahlbi with my own eye."
Not necessary
Phoenix:
(Hmm... That statement doesn't sound very relevant. No need to add it to the testimony.)
Andistan'dhin:
Mind if I sing, sing my song, brother?
Andistan'dhin:
Before the blackout, one other than Rohl, only Ahlbi to the treasure room did stroll.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How can you be so sure that nobody else was there?
Andistan'dhin:
Whoa, man. You lawyers are as uptight as they say.
Phoenix:
Isn't it possible that someone else could have snuck past?
Andistan'dhin:
The answer, my friend, is... squeaky wooden floorboards, baby. They make such a racket, not even the quietest cat could sneak by me, ya dig?
Judge:
Yes, that makes sense. And all of that just now was simply more of the attorney's unfounded suspicions, I see.
Andistan'dhin:
That's the truth, baby. It's all that I sing. The truth is all, it's everything.
Judge:
W-Words of wisdom! Words of truth! Erm... Baby tooth, forsooth, phone booth!
Payne:
Much thanks to Mr. Andistan'dhin. Let's bring an end to defense grandstandin'.
Phoenix:
You're not stopping me until my client goes free! (Wait a minute! Why am I singing?!)
Andistan'dhin:
Right on! Even the lawyer is joining in, baby! Everybody's starting to feel the groovy vibe of my far-out rhythm.
Phoenix:
(I refuse to let him run this show!)
Before adding statement
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I didn't notice any inconsistencies in his testimony... Looks like I'm going to have to Press his statements to draw out more information.)
After adding statement
Phoenix:
(I think I found the flaw I've been looking for. Andistan'dhin was in his chamber on the second floor... ...but there was something that definitely should've been blocking his view...)
Phoenix:
There's something off about that, Mr. Andistan'dhin.
Andistan'dhin:
My music is off? I'm sorry ya feel that way, man. Maybe this vibe ain't topping the charts where you're from. What's your poison? Orchestra? Jazz Soul?
Phoenix:
There's nothing wrong with my ears, witness. But something's not quite right with your eyes. Mr. Andistan'dhin, you've been lying to this court.
Andistan'dhin:
Now why would I lie? I got nothing to hide. Truth and truth alone is all I sing. Lying, y'all? Now, lying ain't my thing.
Phoenix:
I contend otherwise. Do you recognize this object, Mr. Andistan'dhin?
Andistan'dhin:
It's a temple notice, man. What of it?
Phoenix:
In this notice, the following instruction to the temple monks is written: "...all of the hallway shutters will remain shut for today's Dance of Devotion."
Andistan'dhin:
Whatchoo talkin' bout, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
I'm talkin' about the fact that from your chamber... ...you couldn't have seen ANYONE going into the treasure room through those shutters!
Andistan'dhin:
Gaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Looks like you didn't get the memo.
Andistan'dhin:
...No way! I don't believe it, man!
Phoenix:
If you don't believe it, why don't you read the notice for yourself?
Andistan'dhin:
Umm... Let's see... Something, something, "will," something, "for," something, something...
Phoenix:
Is that your idea of "reading"?
Andistan'dhin:
I'm not so hot at reading Khura'inese, man. I usually get one of the other monks to read stuff for me, ya know?
Phoenix:
Doesn't that make your duties as head monk a little difficult?
Andistan'dhin:
Hey, cut me some slack, man! I only moved to this country six months ago.
Phoenix:
That's quite recent, isn't it? So... how did someone who's only been here six months become head monk of a temple?
Payne:
How little you understand. Religious faith can't be measured in months or years. I've only been an adherent of Khura'inism for three months, myself. The Holy Mother's teachings really spoke to me, prompting me to stay in this country.
Phoenix:
(...Or was it the fact that there are no lawyers here that spoke to you, hm?)
Andistan'dhin:
Mr. Payne, I know just how you feel, my man. Her Holiness's teachings spoke to me, too.
Phoenix:
(Ladies and gentlemen, I present: Brother Dumb, and Brother Dumber... Well, I know why Payne suddenly became a believer in Khura'inism... ...but could Andistan'dhin have had an ulterior motive for becoming a believer, too?) Mr. Andistan'dhin. Were you really in your chamber as you claim?
Andistan'dhin:
Wh-What? Hey, be chill, brother...
Phoenix:
Weren't you, instead, somewhere else?
Payne:
Payne:
M-Mr. Wright, what kind of nonsense are you spouting now?
Phoenix:
According to Mr. Andistan'dhin's testimony, he saw Ahlbi with his own eyes. Therefore, is it really "nonsense" to suggest he could've seen Ahlbi from somewhere else?
Payne:
W-Well...
Judge:
Do you have a theory, defense? Do you know where Mr. Andistan'dhin was, if not in his chamber?
Phoenix:
(If he wasn't in his room, then... If Ahlbi had gone down the hallway towards the treasure room... ...there are only a few places he could've seen Ahlbi from.) I do have a theory, Your Magistry. Let's say the witness really did see Ahlbi going towards the treasure room. What then? The defense proposes this is the only place he could've been to see Ahlbi go down that hall!
Present Hallway with Power Breaker
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Th-There?! But you just suggested earlier..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr. Andistan'dhin, you were here, weren't you?!
Andistan'dhin:
What you're saying, Mr. Defense, doesn't make an honest lick of sense.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Payne:
According to the assertions you yourself made earlier, had the witness been standing there... ...he wouldn't have been able to see the accused.
Phoenix:
Oh... Yeah...
Judge:
Wasting time so contemptuously, I believe the defense deserves a penalty.
Andistan'dhin:
Yeah Pops, I agree, most readily!
Phoenix:
(Sooo NOT groovy... I'd better think this through a little bit more.)
Leads back to:
"The defense proposes this is the only place he could've been to see Ahlbi go down that hall!"
Judge:
Th-There?! But you just suggested earlier... ...that that's where the true culprit might have been!
Phoenix:
(True. But, no matter how I look at it, this is the only place Andistan'dhin could've been.)
Judge:
Mr. Foreign Lawyer... D-Don't tell me... Are you accusing Mr. Andistan'dhin of being the true culprit in this case?!
Accuse
Leads to:
"Yes, Your Magistry.".
Don't accuse
Phoenix:
(Accuse Andistan'dhin...? Is that really what I want to do here...?)
Judge:
Well, defense?! Speak up, now!
Phoenix:
(The only place Andistan'dhin could've been is where the true culprit most likely was. Well, I've come this far. There's no turning back now! Here goes!)
Leads to:
"Yes, Your Magistry."
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Magistry. I contend there's a strong possibility this witness is the murderer.
Payne:
Payne:
H-How dare you be so disrespectful?! First you criticize Her Benevolence's Insights. Now you accuse the head monk of murder?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the only place the witness could have been. If he was here, he could have struck the victim down from behind... ...and moved his body to the treasure room!
Payne:
Th-That's nothing but groundless conjecture!
Phoenix:
And there's one more thing. Do you remember what was said in the opening argument?
Judge:
The opening argument?
Phoenix:
During that argument, it was suggested that Ahlbi... ..."used his position as monk-in-training to get his hands on the treasure."
Payne:
That's right! And what of it?!
Phoenix:
Well, why don't we try this twist on for size? The thief used his position as head monk of the temple to get a hold of the treasure!
Payne:
WHAT?!
Judge:
WH-WHAT?!
Andistan'dhin:
Y-You joshin' me, man...?
Phoenix:
The key to the treasure box has been passed down from head monk to head monk. What better position to be in if you want to steal the treasure?
Payne:
Y-Y-You can't possibly be serious!
Judge:
Does this mean you're claiming that Mr. Andistan'dhin's oath of faith... ...is nothing but a lie designed to get him close to the treasure?!
Phoenix:
The witness hasn't been truthful in his testimony to this court. So clearly, he isn't above lying!
Andistan'dhin:
Nnngh...
Phoenix:
Didn't you swear to the Holy Mother that "naught but the truth" would you bring?! In light of that, I don't think it's unfair to call your faith into question!
Andistan'dhin:
Nnnghaaaaaaagh...!
Payne:
Payne:
Th-This is ridiculous! Are there no limits to what this lawyer will say?! I mean, "lie" is such a strong word. Maybe it was just a mistake...?
???:
Andistan'dhin:
Enough with the nervous wreck routine, prosecutor. You're just embarrassing yourself, man.
Payne:
What?
Judge:
What was that, Mr. Andistan'dhin...?
Andistan'dhin:
Lawyer-man... You really are the lowest of the low. You've gone and said something I can't forgive... You called my belief into question, my faith in the Holy Mother... And nobody... NOBODY gets away with that!
Judge:
Wh-What on earth?! That music! It's making my ears bleed!
Andistan'dhin:
This is the music of my SOUL! DEATH TO THE LAWYER! I'm the twilight messenger. Can't ya tell?! Gonna take this lying lawyer straight to hell! He's drippin' with lies, runnin' with philistines. I'm gonna send that lawyer to the guillotines!
Phoenix:
(And now for something completely different...)
Andistan'dhin:
That plinkity-plunk music just wouldn't let me express my RAGE!
Phoenix:
Your rage, huh? Isn't the real source of your anger having your lie exposed?
Andistan'dhin:
You just don't get it. If I lied, it's 'cause you drove me to it! All sniffin' around and suspicious and throwin' out false accusations!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but as a lawyer, I'm afraid that's my job.
Andistan'dhin:
Yeah, well, lawyers are crap! Keep making noise and I'll have to use my partner on you!
Phoenix:
(I'M the one making noise...?)
Andistan'dhin:
Hey! So you wanna know the truth, huh? Think you can handle the truth, do ya? Fine. Let's see you try! Feel the heat of my brutal death beat! Savage, right? Sweatin' bullets, ain'tcha? The screams of my soul are gonna make a mosh pit outta this peanut gallery!
Phoenix:
(Did he really just win the court over with that performance...?)
Andistan'dhin:
Yo, geezer! I got something to testify! Get ready for the howling of my SOUL! I call this chart-topper: Soul-Screaming Truth!
Witness Testimony
-- Soul-Screaming Truth! --
Andistan'dhin:
The priestess's dance had come to an end. To the music storeroom my way I did wend.
Death truth is what you DREAD! Hear me shred!
From my spot in front of the storeroom, I saw Ahlbi creep to the treasure room.
And trailing from behind, hound on the scent, I saw Paht Rohl. After Ahlbi he went.
Me and my girl here, innocent and sweet, back by the storeroom. Can't be beat!
Then out went the power. Ticket to the midnight. Blacker than blackest black, robbing all sight.
Yeah baby! Let that soul metal FLOW!
Judge:
What is that music? I've never heard anything like it! And it's so fast, it's making my head spin!
Andistan'dhin:
THIS IS DAHMALAN METAL! Hey yo, geezer, how're those ears ringin'?!
Phoenix:
(I don't know much about music... ...but I've got chills, and they're multiplying...)
Andistan'dhin:
Hey, you scared, lawyer-man? Run away, run away, fast as ya can!
Payne:
What a wonderful rhythm! The perfect accompaniment for further deliberations! Now, Mr. Andistan'dhin, what did you go to the music storeroom for?
Andistan'dhin:
Hey, I went to put my dahmalan away. She's my precious partner. Gotta give her a good rest after playin' in the rite.
Phoenix:
But then why did you lie before?!
Andistan'dhin:
BECAUSE YOU'D SEND ME TO HELL!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Andistan'dhin:
We all know about lawyers and their lying, lawyerly ways! Am I right, people?! If I admitted I went to the storeroom, he'd have drummed up a false charge on me! I didn't want to get sent to hell. Whadaya say?
Gallery:
He's right! That sooo would've happened!
Andistan'dhin:
Now I see why that Defense Culpability Act was passed! You feel me, Khura'in?!
Gallery:
Yeah! You said it!
Phoenix:
(Is it too much to ask for a low-key trial...?)
Andistan'dhin:
Now, are you punks ready to rock or what?!
Gallery:
Yeaaaaaaah!
Andistan'dhin:
I can't hear you! I said, ya ready to teach this lying lawyer how we do things around here?!
Payne:
Yeaaaaaaah!
Andistan'dhin:
All right! Then I'm gonna lay it on ya one more time! The screaming truth of my SOUL!
Cross-Examination
-- Soul-Screaming Truth! --
Andistan'dhin:
The priestess's dance had come to an end. To the music storeroom my way I did wend.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You say you went to the music storeroom... ...but how do we know you didn't go to the treasure room to steal the treasure instead?
Andistan'dhin:
And on what grounds would you base that accusation? Got anything to show for it?
Phoenix:
(He's right. I don't really have any proof... And yet...) Well, you can't prove that you DIDN'T go to the treasure room either!
Gallery:
............
Phoenix:
You stole the treasure and were ready to make your getaway when you saw Mr. Rohl. So you panicked and ran into the music storeroom. Isn't that right?!
Gallery:
............
Phoenix:
(Why do I feel like I'm being stabbed by icy stares from every direction...)
Andistan'dhin:
The silence is your answer, lawyer-man. This audience knows the score. Just what we needed! A moment of silence to bid this lawyer's baseless claim goodbye.
Phoenix:
(Why do they have to hate lawyers so much in this country...?)
Andistan'dhin:
I said it before and I'll say it again, lawyer-man. After the priestess's dance, I went to the music storeroom.
Andistan'dhin:
Death truth is what you DREAD! Hear me shred!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Um... So what exactly do you mean by "death truth"?
Andistan'dhin:
It's the blade of truth that's gonna send your lawyer soul to HELL! A sea of blood will be the last thing you ever see!
Phoenix:
(I'm not sure I want to get what he's saying...)
Andistan'dhin:
I don't expect a bobblehead like you to understand. Either you get it and you feel it, or ya don't, simple as that!
Andistan'dhin:
From my spot in front of the storeroom, I saw Ahlbi creep to the treasure room.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How did Ahlbi appear at the time?
Andistan'dhin:
Come to think of it, he was glancin' around all shifty-like. You could tell he was up to no good. Shady, I tell ya!
Phoenix:
(What's that saying about people who live in glass houses...?)
Payne:
Well, he was about to steal the treasure, so it only stands to reason he'd look furtive.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defendant admitted he was sneaking in to see the treasure box. Wouldn't that be why he was looking around?
Andistan'dhin:
What's that, people? "Only the Holy Mother knows the truth," you say? Bzzt! Wrong! Pees'lubn knows the score, baby! From my lips to our Holy Mother's ear, an artist only sings what he saw there.
Phoenix:
(In other words... ...my reasoning isn't good enough for god-boy here.)
Payne:
And what did you see next, Mr. Andistan'dhin?
Andistan'dhin:
And trailing from behind, hound on the scent, I saw Paht Rohl. After Ahlbi he went.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(Something tells me this is going to be a spectacular waste of time, but...) What do you mean by "hound on the scent"?
Andistan'dhin:
What?! You don't get it?! "It's always the same, y'all. Lyrics questioned without mercy. The more famous the song, the greater the controversy."
Phoenix:
(It wasn't your lyrical sense I was questioning...)
Andistan'dhin:
I say "hound on the scent," like a hunting dog, 'cause, you know, Rohl was a guard, and...
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Here we go...)
Andistan'dhin:
...The inspiration came to me suddenly, like a flash, and--
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Um, that's okay. You don't have to explain your lyrics anymore.
Andistan'dhin:
Hey! You're the one who asked!
Phoenix:
(I knew I shouldn't have asked...)
Judge:
Mr. Andistan'dhin, you're still on the stand, so please stick to your testimony. You can explain your lyrics to me alter in dahmalan class.
Andistan'dhin:
Fine. Have it your way, geezer. The show must go on! Slash an' thrash!
Andistan'dhin:
Me and my girl here, innocent and sweet, back by the storeroom. Can't be beat!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What exactly were you doing in the music storeroom?
Andistan'dhin:
............ There! Get the picture?
Phoenix:
"Picture"?! What picture?!
Judge:
Mr. Andistan'dhin is requesting that you do not ask him the same thing over and over.
Andistan'dhin:
Hey, geezer! You got it in one! Take a bow, baby!
Judge:
(How the heck did he understand that?!)
Andistan'dhin:
What was I doing in the music storeroom, you ask? I already told you. I was taking care of my partner in crime, here, getting ready to put her away. But see... would you believe it...
Andistan'dhin:
Then out went the power. Ticket to the midnight. Blacker than blackest black, robbing all sight.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Where were you when the power outage occurred?
Andistan'dhin:
Like I said, I was in the music storeroom. My girl had been sounding a little off, so I had to get her back in tune.
Phoenix:
Isn't it true that you were actually in the hallway at that time?
Andistan'dhin:
The hallway, you say? Why would I be in the hallway?
Phoenix:
You were waiting for Mr. Rohl to come back from his patrol of the treasure room. Now that he'd discovered that the treasure had been stolen, you were going to kill him!
Andistan'dhin:
Lawyer-man, just as always, so full of bull, spewing noxious lies and pullin' the wool. Filthy liar, through and through. And I ain't never, ever gonna forgive you!
Payne:
Utter lies with no evidence. As always, his claims are just tenuous.
Andistan'dhin:
Hey, nice, prosecutor! I'm picking up what you're throwing down!
Phoenix:
(Someone stop their jam session... Please...)
Phoenix:
(I only understood about half of what this guy's saying... I suppose I should press his statements, but I'm not really looking forward to it...)
After pressing first and sixth statements:
Judge:
Hmm... You've made your assertions clear, defense, but your argument is rather unsubstantiated.
Phoenix:
(That's not good...)
Andistan'dhin:
Heh heh heh!
Phoenix:
(What's so funny, Pees'lubn Andistan'dhin?) Nevertheless, the possibility is still there! You can't deny the witness could have killed the victim under cover of darkness!
Payne:
Payne:
You're forgetting one very important thing.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Payne:
Heh heh heh. It seems you've forgotten that the outage happened by chance, not design.
Judge:
Oh, that's right!
Phoenix:
Oh, that's right... (I did forget about that...)
Payne:
It's not like the witness planned the outage so he could take advantage of the darkness. And, without darkness, it would've been hard to sneak up behind Mr. Rohl and kill him.
Judge:
You're right. Even I would notice someone coming up behind me. Well, defense? What do you have to say about that?
Phoenix:
(What CAN I say about that?)
Payne:
Mr. Wright, your claim is completely without merit... ...unless you want to argue that the witness somehow magically made the outage happen!
Phoenix:
(Well, maybe not "magically," but... Wait, that's it!) I contend the witness could have made the power outage happen... ...with no magic necessary.
Payne:
What?
Judge:
You have a theory, defense?
Phoenix:
All he had to do was make use of something shown on this diagram. (What did the witness use to make the power outage happen?)
Present Breaker
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The witness was in the storeroom. The circuit box is on the storeroom end of the hallway."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
With this, the witness caused the power outage, and created the darkness he needed!
Gallery:
............
Phoenix:
(What's with the silent treatment?)
Judge:
The witness used that to cause the blackout? I would love to see you show us how that would be possible.
Phoenix:
(Looks like I got it wrong.)
Payne:
It seems there's been a blackout in the defense's brain!
Phoenix:
(Nngh... Come on. Think, Phoenix! There must've been some way for Andistan'dhin to cause the outage...)
Leads back to:
"(What did the witness use to make the power outage happen?)"
Phoenix:
The witness was in the storeroom. The circuit box is on the storeroom end of the hallway. There's nothing really magical about turning off the breaker, wouldn't you say?
Payne:
Gnrk!
Andistan'dhin:
Nice try, but that theory doesn't hold water, lawyer-man.
Phoenix:
And why not?!
Andistan'dhin:
You're saying I turned the breaker off, and then snuck up on Mr. Rohl and hit him? In pitch-black darkness, with no source of light whatsoever? That what you're saying?
Phoenix:
Um...
Andistan'dhin:
Ha ha ha! With the lights off, that hallway is blacker than a hundred midnights. You can't see the hand in front of your face! How could anybody commit murder like that? Unless it was somebody standing right in front of the victim -- like the accused!
Phoenix:
(I hate when he's right... But I can't just let his point stand!) W-Well, maybe the victim was holding something that served as a guide?
Judge:
A guide through the darkness?
Payne:
"Something"? That's more than a little vague, wouldn't you agree?
Andistan'dhin:
You ain't gonna move this room with a half-baked hunch like that, bro! You gotta hit 'em hard, really make 'em feel it, you hear me?! Just like my verse, baby! Woo!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, I'm afraid I don't understand the witness's lyrics very well, either... But, in a trial, your arguments have to be clear and precise. Let's see some of that clarity and precision now, defense.
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. What do I do?)
Judge:
Can you present to us something that could have served as a guide through the darkness?
I can
Leads to:
"Yes, I can!"
I can't
Phoenix:
(Well, I can't very well come right out and say "No, I can't." Even if I wanted to. The whole trial would be over if I did that. I have to say something -- anything -- even if it's just a bluff!)
Leads to:
"Yes, I can!"
Phoenix:
Yes, I can! (Because there HAS to be something!)
Judge:
All right. Let's see what you have, defense. What could the victim have been holding that served as a guide through the darkness?
Present Treasure Box
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I believe the victim was holding... the treasure box."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The victim was holding this!
Judge:
............
Phoenix:
...Is NOT what I mean to say...?
Judge:
You changed your answer based on my reaction, didn't you?
Phoenix:
(Ohh, he's good...)
Andistan'dhin:
Hmph. Lawyers! Sad, pathetic creatures...
Judge:
Time for a sad, pathetic penalty!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaagh!
Andistan'dhin:
Nice pitch on that scream, man. Rock those pipes!
Phoenix:
Your Magistry, please let me try again!
Andistan'dhin:
Yeah! Let us hear that sick crescendo one more time!
Judge:
Very well. I'll allow you to give it another try.
Leads back to:
"What could the victim have been holding that served as a guide through the darkness?"
Phoenix:
I believe the victim was holding... the treasure box.
Judge:
Hm?
Payne:
Huh?
Andistan'dhin:
Huuuh?
Payne:
Have you gone mad?
Phoenix:
Well, the box glows in the dark, so you could use it as a sort of beacon.
Judge:
Hmm... Well. I guess you're right.
Payne:
But why in the world would the victim be holding the treasure box?
Phoenix:
O-Oh, well... because... (Your guess is as good as mine...)
Gallery:
What is this lawyer talking about? Nonsense and lies yet again! Just give him the death penalty already!
Phoenix:
(Is there no way to win them over...?)
Judge:
Defense... ...are we going to be needing those tongue shears after all?
Phoenix:
No, You're Magistry...
Andistan'dhin:
Yeah, man! Do it, do it! Then we can jam out to this lawyer's shrieks of pain! Ha ha ha! Better get those screams of agony out now, lawyer-man... ...while you still have a tongue to scream with!
Phoenix:
(I, uh, guess I'd better come up with a reason. No pressure or anything...) A-As to why the victim was holding the treasure box... ...it can easily be explained as thus! (Brain, don't fail me now. What reason could the victim possibly have had to be holding that treasure box?) The victim was holding the treasure box because he was...
A security guard
Phoenix:
Because he was a security guard.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Phoenix:
Mr. Rohl removed the treasure from the treasure room in order to protect it!
Judge:
Wh-What on earth are you talking about?
Phoenix:
He must have known that the treasure would be stolen on that day. Maybe he'd received a warning from the culprit...? And, so, before the treasure could be stolen, Mr. Rohl decided to take it somewhere safe!
Judge:
Oh, my! How thrilling...
Payne:
Payne:
Your Magistry, don't let the defense's forked tongue deceive you! If the victim had even an inkling of a potential theft... ...surely he would have let the temple authorities know?
Judge:
O-Oh! You're right!
Andistan'dhin:
He never mentioned a word of anything like that to me, and I'm the head monk!
Phoenix:
(I'm... suddenly not so confident about that answer...)
Judge:
Whew! I just came dangerously close to having my soul sullied by this lawyer's lies!
Phoenix:
B-But I'm not lying! (Guess I'd better try again! What reason could the victim possibly have had for holding that treasure box...?)
Leads back to:
"The victim was holding the treasure box because he was..."
A devout believer
Phoenix:
Because he was a devout believer.
Payne:
What's this, now?
Judge:
If he was such a devout believer... ...he would have upheld the rule of forbidding anyone from even looking at the treasure.
Phoenix:
Well, you certainly have a very good point there...
Andistan'dhin:
That's...! Why...! I...! Say...! ...he's just making up a bunch of random nonsense as he goes along!
Judge:
I can't say I disagree.
Phoenix:
It's not nonsense! I have a proper theory! (What reason could the victim possibly have had for holding that treasure box...?)
Leads back to:
"The victim was holding the treasure box because he was..."
The thief
Leads to:
"(It's an idea I just happened to stumble upon...)"
Phoenix:
(It's an idea I just happened to stumble upon... ...but I think it might just be the answer. And... it would turn this whole trial upside-down!)
Judge:
Hello? Defense? Are you still with us? Let's hear this "easy explanation" you promised!
Phoenix:
Isn't it possible that it was because the victim himself was the thief?
Judge:
The victim?
Payne:
The thief...?
Andistan'dhin:
Ha ha ha ha! What kind of bull are you spewing now?! Your Magistry, this guy's off his rocker.
Phoenix:
If the victim was the thief, everything we've learned so far would all make sense. And it would give us a completely new way to interpret the victim's actions! After the morning Dance of Devotion, Mr. Rohl went to the treasure room. He grabbed the box that contained the treasure and started to take off with it. But then he ran into Ahlbi on the great stairs. That's why Mr. Rohl pulled his gun on Ahlbi. Then, when the blackout occurred... ...Mr. Rohl was bludgeoned to death in the darkness. This explains why the victim would be holding the glowing treasure box in the dark. And how it would've been possible for someone other than the accused to kill him!
Payne:
Do you have any idea what you're saying?!
Andistan'dhin:
You're unbelievable, lawyer-man! I think you've lost it! Ha ha! That's the craziest thing I've ever heard! Rohl, trying to roll the temple?! That devout believer?! That pious Khura'inist?!
Judge:
I won't allow you to disparage the victim's departed soul with unfounded allegations. I hope you're prepared to back up your claim.
Phoenix:
O-Of course, Your Magistry.
Payne:
Oh, really? In that case, can we assume you have proof?
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Proof, huh? Do I have any proof? But I can't back down now!) Yes, I have proof! (In my dreams...) The proof that Mr. Rohl was the thief... ...may have been left behind on a certain piece of evidence.
Judge:
Very well. Let's see your evidence, and be ready to stand behind it.
Phoenix:
(Footprints, fingerprints -- I'll take anything at this point! I need proof... something that would've been involved with the theft... ...and that might still have some trace evidence on it...)
Judge:
What proof do you have that the victim might have been the thief?
Present Treasure Box
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The defense would like to examine the treasure box!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defense would like to examine this piece of evidence!
Judge:
Would you, now? I don't think that piece of evidence will give us any answers.
Phoenix:
(Whoops. Looks like I got it wrong.)
Judge:
Perhaps you would like to examine this penalty instead!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (Nnngh... Okay, don't overthink this, Phoenix. It's gotta be something that might still hold some trace of it being touched... And if the victim was the thief, what's something he would have touched?)
Judge:
I'll give you another chance, defense. And this time, show me evidence you can stand behind!
Leads back to::
"(Footprints, fingerprints -- I'll take anything at this point!)"
Phoenix:
The defense would like to examine the treasure box! There might be trace evidence on it that would show that the victim had held it.
Judge:
"Might"? You'd better hope you turn up something more definitive than that, defense.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, sir, Your Magistry!
Judge:
Very well... Bailiff! Bring the treasure box!
Judge:
There you are, defense. You're free to examine it.
Phoenix:
(If I don't find something now, my entire argument up to this point will be blown. Plus... there's that little matter of the ol' tongue shears... I have to find something! I just have to!)
Phoenix:
(Now, to make sure I remember how to do this... I can rotate the evidence by sliding the Touch Screen. I can zoom in and out with the slider on the left, too, to get a better look. And if I ever get too turned around... ...I can always touch "Reset" to return things to this initial state. I'd better search every inch of this box carefully... ...and touch anything of interest to check it out in detail.)
Examine lock
Phoenix:
(This is the lock. It was forced open. I don't really see anything else of note about it.)
Examine butterfly relief
Phoenix:
(There's a butterfly relief here. I've seen this same butterfly shape here and there all over Khura'in. Interesting, but I guess it doesn't really help me prove anything...)
Examine inner space
Phoenix:
(So this is where the Founder's Orb was, huh? I doubt there's any trace of the orb left here now... Although, I don't really know anything about the orb, so who knows?)
Examine lid
Phoenix:
(Hmm... The lid of the box was forced open... But while the victim was holding the box, the lid must've been closed. I'll try closing the lid, too.)
Andistan'dhin:
Hey!
Phoenix:
Wh-What?!
Andistan'dhin:
You son of a-- You locked it!
Phoenix:
So? (What's the big deal?) I thought you can open it with that key you're wearing.
Andistan'dhin:
...Y-Yeah, I can, no sweat...
Phoenix:
(Then why is there a bucketload dripping off of you over there?) I think I'd like to open this box back up again. Could you lend me your Magatama Key?
Andistan'dhin:
...Sure.
Phoenix:
Okay, let's see. Where's the keyhole...?
Judge:
Well, it's the "Magatama Key"... ...so wouldn't it go in the hole above the magatama mark?
Phoenix:
Huh? It won't open.
Andistan'dhin:
...Hmph. W-Would ya look at that! The thief must've busted the lock when they forced the box open!
Phoenix:
(Really...? 'Cause I'm not so sure about that...)
Treasure Box updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(In any case, I'd better take another good look. I have to find proof that the victim was holding this box!)
Examine lid (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
(This lid is really shut tight! Hrrrrrnh! Huuunh! *huff, huff, huff, huff* I can't budge it, no matter how hard I try.)
Examine bloody handprint (after examining lid)
Leads to:
"Th-This bloodstain...! It shows the outline of a hand!"
Phoenix:
(Th-This bloodstain...! It shows the outline of a hand! Could the be what I've been looking for...?) Your Magistry, take a look at this! There's a bloodstain here that outlines the shape of a hand!
Judge:
Really? Let me see that... Oh, my! Y-You're right!
Phoenix:
(Now I'm getting somewhere!) I believe the bloodstain is an outline of the victim's hand as he was holding the box.
Judge:
Wh-What?!
Phoenix:
Even as he was being struck, he held on tight to the precious treasure box. After all, he'd gone through a lot of trouble to steal it. The blood from his head wound splattered across his hand and onto the box.
Payne:
Payne:
Your Magistry, don't let yourself be taken in! It's just more of his lawyerly deceit.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Mr. Wright, where is your proof that the outline is that of the victim's hand?
Phoenix:
What...? (I should've seen this coming.)
Payne:
Either show proof, or prepare to meet the shears. Or you could save us all some time and bite your tongue out now and submit it instead.
Phoenix:
(That... I did NOT see coming...)
Judge:
Well, defense? How about it? Do you have proof that the outline is of the victim's hand?
Phoenix:
(Where would proof of something like that even be?)
Judge:
Please submit your evidence at this time. What evidence shows that the outline on the treasure box is that of the victim's hand?
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(I've got it! This is the evidence that's going to save my beloved tongue!)"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Magistry, take a look at this piece of evidence!
Payne:
Heh heh heh. What connection does that have to the victim's hand?
Phoenix:
...W-Well, we can't unequivocally say that it DOESN'T have a connection... can we?
Judge:
............ Bailiff! Bring the shears!
Phoenix:
N-No! Wait! Please give me another chance!
Judge:
...*sigh* Very well. But, Bailiff, do bring those shears anyway. Just in case.
Phoenix:
(Guess I'd better come up with some proof -- and fast!)
Leads back to::
"What evidence shows that the outline on the treasure box is that of the victim's hand?"
Phoenix:
(I've got it! This is the evidence that's going to save my beloved tongue!) Mr. Payne, despite your claims about my "forked tongue"... ...it just so happens I have the proof you require.
Payne:
You do?!
Phoenix:
It's right here in this crime photo.
Judge:
It is? Where? Defense, please point it out!
Phoenix:
What proves that the bloodstain outline on the box is that of the victim's hand, you ask?
Present Rohl's bloody hand
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr. Payne, take a good look at the victim's hand."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr. Payne, I want you to take a good look at this part of the photo!
Payne:
What am I supposed to be looking at, exactly? I don't see anything of interest there.
Phoenix:
Look closer! Just give your eyes a second to adjust! Wait for it... Waaait for it...
Payne:
...I'm waiting, and I still don't see anything.
Phoenix:
W-Well, if you'd take off those ridiculous sunglasses... This is a court of law, you know.
Payne:
What?! These are my lucky sunglasses! You take that back!
Judge:
Hmph. Covering up one's own mistake by tearing down others... How uncalled for. Penalty! For being a sore loser, defense!
Phoenix:
Yeowch! (Nnngh... Let's try that again -- minus the mistakes this time...)
Leads back to:
"What proves that the bloodstain outline on the box is that of the victim's hand, you ask?"
Phoenix:
Mr. Payne, take a good look at the victim's hand. See this? That's blood.
Payne:
What...?
Phoenix:
If we place Mr. Rohl's hand inside the bloody outline...
Payne:
Y-You think the blood on his hand would complete the splatter?!
Phoenix:
Exactly! (Here goes nothing...) And if they do form one complete splatter, it would prove my theory correct!
Judge:
Then... Then... the victim really was holding the box...?
Phoenix:
I'm willing to bet my life on it. The defense reasserts that the victim was the thief who stole the treasure box!
Payne:
Y-You can't be serious! I-I protest! There's... There's no way they would ever match up! I assert that it's patently impossible for-- --OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Phoenix:
(Talk about tongue karma... Sounds like he just bit his.) What's the matter, Mr. Payne? Did your forked tongue get tangled up in there? Or were you trying to submit your own tongue to the court?
Payne:
Whai, yuuuu...! Nnnnnnnnnngh!
Judge:
I can hardly believe it. Apparently, not everything out of the defense's mouth is a bluff.
Phoenix:
Of course not, Your Magistry. This tongue doesn't lie. And I'd like to continue to use my tongue in the future, too, if you wouldn't mind. (He never has to know it really WAS a bluff...)
Ahlbi:
No! Not Mr. Rohl! I can't believe it!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Ahlbi. I know it's upsetting news... He must've needed the money badly, probably to support his family. After all, he even gave up his dream of becoming a monk to help them...
Ahlbi:
Oh! So that thing Mr. Rohl would say to me...
Ahlbi:
"Ahlbi, you train hard and make sure you become a monk one day! Don't end up like me," he'd say.
Phoenix:
Yeah, he was probably warning you not to end up like a thief...
Ahlbi:
*sniffle*... Mr. Rohl...
Payne:
Payne:
N-Now wait just one minute! If the victim was the thief, and he was holding the treasure box... ...then that means Mr. Rohl was holding the murder weapon when he was killed!
Judge:
O-Oh! That's a very good point. It doesn't make much sense, does it?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If the victim was holding the treasure box, it couldn't have been the murder weapon. Which means the real murder weapon must've been something else.
Judge:
The real murder weapon...?
Payne:
...Was something else...?
Phoenix:
The blood was thought to have gotten on the box when the box was used as a weapon. But it turns out that wasn't the case. The blood splattered onto the treasure box the victim was holding... ...when he was struck with the real weapon. THAT'S what really happened! Isn't that right, Mr. Andistan'dhin?!
Andistan'dhin:
............ Are you insinuating I'm the one who used this "real weapon"?!
Phoenix:
Are you saying I'm wrong in my "Andistan'dhin"?
Andistan'dhin:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You got me riled up, lawyer-man! I feel a song comin' on! Looking for a weapon that just don't exist. Pathetic lawyer-man, drop into the abyss! Despicable lawyer-man, yo you make me sick! You can disappear, just like a magic trick! Worthless lawyer-man, done in by a weapon. For you, miserable wretch, hell doth beckon! Yeaaah!
Judge:
I know I don't need to remind you, defense... ...that your life is on the line.
Phoenix:
I know, You're Magistry.
Judge:
Yet you're prepared to risk it on this mere idea of a "real murder weapon"?
Andistan'dhin:
DEATH TO THE LAWYER!
Phoenix:
(This is it! The moment of truth... I can't back down! Not now!) Yes, Your Magistry, I am. I'm confident the real murder weapon does indeed exist!
Payne:
That's a bold claim, Mr. Wright. Now let's see you back it up. Show us which piece of evidence points to this "real murder weapon!"
Phoenix:
Gladly! (...If I knew which one it was... What would somebody like Andistan'dhin use to bludgeon someone...?)
Judge:
Now, then, defense. Please submit your evidence to the court.
Andistan'dhin:
Heh heh heh! Yeah! Let's see it, lawyer-man! Let's see this thing that shows the "real murder weapon" you say I used!
Present Dance of Devotion Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(What I'm about to present is really nothing more than a possibility...)"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Andistan'dhin:
THAT'S what gonna do me in?
Judge:
I hardly think that piece of evidence has any connection to a murder weapon.
Phoenix:
And I contend that it does, Your Magistry! ...At least, that was my impression. I don't know, though. Your mileage may vary...
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Our lying lawyer here appears to be confused. His forked tongue has gotten so tangled, even HE doesn't know what he's saying anymore!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... I definitely should have thought that through a little better...)
Judge:
Perhaps it would be better for everyone if he were too tongue-tied to speak at all!
Phoenix:
(Nngh...) I can do better, Your Magistry! Please give me another chance!
Judge:
Very well, but you'd better come up with something compelling this time!
Andistan'dhin:
Heh heh heh! Yeah! Let's see it, lawyer-man!
Leads back to:
"Let's see this thing that shows the "real murder weapon" you say I used!"
Phoenix:
(What I'm about to present is really nothing more than a possibility... But this thin thread is all I've got!) Allow me to direct the court's attention to this photo of the morning Dance of Devotion.
Payne:
That photo? How is that going to help you, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
There's something about it that doesn't sit right with me.
Andistan'dhin:
............Oh, yeah? And what's this "something," hmm?
Phoenix:
This thing here is odd, to say the least.
Present Andistan'dhin's instrument
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr. Andistan'dhin."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
What exactly is so odd about that?
Phoenix:
You don't find it odd, You're Magistry?
Judge:
Not in the least.
Andistan'dhin:
Looks like the only thing "odd" here is this lawyer's crazy babbling!
Phoenix:
Argh... (I blew it... But I can't give up now!) Look, forget what I said just now... but I swear there's something about this photo.
Leads back to:
"This thing here is odd, to say the least."
Phoenix:
Mr. Andistan'dhin. Why is the instrument you're holding different from the one you're playing in the photo?
Andistan'dhin:
............
Judge:
Would you look at that? They're completely different shapes!
Phoenix:
I believe you said your dahmalan was your "one and only"...?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Andistan'dhin? What do you have to say to that?
Andistan'dhin:
...Heh heh. I got nothin' to say.
Phoenix:
Then allow me to answer for you. They're different because the one in the photo is no longer in playable condition. Not after you used it to bludgeon Mr. Rohl to death!
Andistan'dhin:
............ Ha ha ha ha! My old partner wasn't doing so hot, so I brought her sister along. That's all! Not a big deal, lawyer-man.
Phoenix:
In that case, please submit your old dahmalan to this court as evidence!
Andistan'dhin:
Too bad. You're too late. I got rid of her yesterday.
Phoenix:
You what?
Andistan'dhin:
Burned her up with the rest of the trash! Ashes to ashes, baby! Ha ha!
Phoenix:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (He's already destroyed the evidence...?)
Andistan'dhin:
And I see more trash right here in this court that needs to burn in the fires of hell! Lawyer-trash! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
Nnnrgh... (Now there's no proof to show...!)
Andistan'dhin:
Oh, come on! That was pathetic. Your agony can sound better than that! Where's that great scream of yours?
Phoenix:
(This... This can't be how it ends!)
Judge:
I think I've heard enough. It seems the defense is unable to produce the evidence it needs to prove its assertion.
Phoenix:
B-But, Your Magistry! That's only because the witness destroyed it!
Payne:
"Evidence is everything in court." Don't tell me you've forgotten this most fundamental principle of our profession?
Judge:
Without sufficient proof... ...your claim that Mr. Andistan'dhin is the murderer is no more than conjecture.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaarrrgghh!
Payne:
Heh heh heh. There's the pained expression I've been looking for. By the way, there seems to be one more thing you're forgetting.
Phoenix:
What is it now?
Payne:
You accused Mr. Andistan'dhin of being the thief. But the real thief turned out to be the victim.
Phoenix:
Uh-oh...
Payne:
And, with that, Mr. Andistan'dhin's purported motive for murder goes out the window.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Andistan'dhin:
Great point, Prosecutor! You tell 'im! If I had been there, I would've just collared Rohl and gotten the treasure back. There wasn't any reason for me to kill him, now, was there?
Phoenix:
I-- (There's no good counterargument to that...)
Judge:
It sounds to me like Mr. Andistan'dhin has been completely wrongfully accused. Unfortunate as it may be, I think it's time to hand down the verdict in this case.
Phoenix:
(Not good! Not good!)
Judge:
Defense, I trust you understand what you yourself will receive for taking on this case.
Gallery:
Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death!
Phoenix:
(Aaaaagh... Wh-What do I do? The murder weapon's been destroyed, and now I've got no motive... Poor Ahlbi will be convicted, and I'll lose my life, too!)
Payne:
Mr. Wright, you've wasted this court's time and disparaged everything we hold sacred. We should charge you with lese-majesty, in addition to the crime of abetting the accused.
Andistan'dhin:
......Yeah. You should pay for desecrating my good name! Buh-bye, lawyer-man. Time for you to do some repentin'... in the Twilight Realm!
Phoenix:
(This guy is guilty as sin. I just know it! He must've had SOME reason to kill Mr. Rohl... but what?)
Andistan'dhin:
C'mon, people! Lemme hear ya scream and shout! Time to take this lawyer-trash OUT!
Gallery:
Exterminate! Annihilate! Exterminate! Annihilate!
Phoenix:
(The thing to do at a time like this to turn my thinking around! I shouldn't be trying to figure out what Andistan'dhin's motive was. I should be thinking about what kind of situation would GIVE him a motive!)
Ahlbi:
"Did you steal it?" he said.
Phoenix:
(We know that Mr. Rohl was the thief, and that he had gotten his hands on the box. So then, why... Why in the world did he ask Ahlbi that question? What about the treasure box would've prompted him to...) ......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Defense! What's gotten into you?!
Phoenix:
Now I get it! Now it all makes sense!
Andistan'dhin:
Like, Pohlkunka, man! Whatcha tryin' to say?! Mutterin' and squealing' to yourself! Sounds like you knocked something loose upstairs!
Phoenix:
Your Magistry! Please hold off on your ruling for just a little while longer!
Judge:
Don't tell me you're going to start begging for your life now?
Phoenix:
No, You're Magistry. That's not it. It's just that I realized something more important. We've been operating under a serious misconception this whole time.
Judge:
A misconception, you say?
Phoenix:
That's right. A mistaken notion about the treasure box. (But could this really be true? If so, there's still a lot to figure out...)
Judge:
............ Very well. Let's hear what you have to say.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Magistry!
Payne:
Your Magistry! This is just more of his nonsense! He's just stalling for time.
Judge:
This is your last chance, defense. The second I find it really IS nothing but nonsense... ...no amount of begging will stay my hand. Understand?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Magistry.
Payne:
Hmph...! We all know this is just going to be another one of your stupid bluffs...!
Judge:
Now, then, defense. What is this misconception you mentioned?
Phoenix:
The thing we didn't realize about the treasure box was that...
It wouldn't open
Phoenix:
I would like to suggest that the treasure box wouldn't open.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean?
Phoenix:
We were under the impression that the lock had been forced open. But would such a precious treasure really be kept in such a flimsy box?
Judge:
If the treasure box wouldn't open, then how did the thief manage to steal the treasure? Because, as you know, the treasure was, in fact, stolen!
Phoenix:
G-Good question, Your Magistry...! It's a point to ponder, isn't it?
Judge:
Yes... Though not nearly as good a point to ponder as this!
Phoenix:
Ngah... Please allow me to revise my statement! The REAL misconception we've been operating under...
Leads back to:
"The thing we didn't realize about the treasure box was that..."
It was gone
Phoenix:
I would like to suggest that the treasure box was already gone.
Payne:
Huh? What about the treasure box that was found beside the body?
Phoenix:
It must've been a fake!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!
Payne:
Unfortunately for you, we're positive that that box is the genuine article. We even got an expert to authenticate it.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
Is that all you have to say?! You nearly gave me a heart attack with that false revelation! This is for shaving a few years off of my life!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (You didn't need to shave a few off of mine! But I can't lose heart now!) Your Magistry! Please let me clear up our big misconception!
Leads back to:
"The thing we didn't realize about the treasure box was that..."
It was empty
Leads to:
"What if the treasure box was already empty from the start?"
Phoenix:
What if the treasure box was already empty from the start?
Payne:
What?
Judge:
What?
Andistan'dhin:
............
Phoenix:
Please recall... ...that when Mr. Rohl ran into Ahlbi on the great stairs, he asked the boy a question.
Ahlbi:
"Did you steal it?" he said.
Phoenix:
Also recall that Mr. Rohl was holding the treasure box at the time. So why, then, did he ask Ahlbi the question that he did?
Judge:
That IS a bit peculiar, isn't it!
Phoenix:
Not at all, Your Magistry. Not once you realize that... ...by the time Mr. Rohl got to the treasure room... the treasure box was already empty.
Judge:
I-I beg your pardon?!
Phoenix:
Mr. Rohl suspected that Ahlbi had gotten to it first... ...which is why he confronted Ahlbi when he ran into to the boy on the stairs.
Payne:
Payne:
But how would the victim have known the treasure box was empty?! He didn't have any way of opening it!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Once a year, the victim had the duty of carrying the treasure box to the palace.
Ahlbi:
He was so proud when he was put in charge of guarding the treasure box! He even got to carry the box to the palace for the New Year's rite!
Phoenix:
He would've been able to tell by the weight when he lifted it that the box was empty!
Judge:
Ah, I see! I suppose he would've been able to tell, wouldn't he!
Phoenix:
Mr. Rohl most likely decided to at least steal the empty box. It's an important historical artifact in and of itself, after all.
Payne:
Gah... But what's your point, Mr. Wright? What does any of this have to do with Mr. Andistan'dhin?
Phoenix:
My point is this. It gave Mr. Andistan'dhin a motive to murder the victim.
Andistan'dhin:
!
Payne:
A motive?!
Phoenix:
Mr. Andistan'dhin, keeping the treasure safe is one of your duties, isn't it? So if anyone had found out that the treasure was missing... ...you would've been accused of incompetence.
Andistan'dhin:
............
Phoenix:
From the moment Mr. Rohl discovered that the treasure was gone, his fate was sealed. Because you decided then that he had to be silenced forever!
Payne:
But that's absurd!
Andistan'dhin:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Can ya believe the stuff that comes outta this guy's mouth?! This is all just a colossal joke!
Judge:
So then, what really happened to the treasure?!
Phoenix:
It had been stolen long before this incident occurred.. ...by Mr. Pees'lubn Andistan'dhin himself!
Andistan'dhin:
............
Payne:
Mr. Wright, will you stop at nothing to accuse Mr. Andistan'dhin?! Your Magistry, please don't listen to these trumped-up charges. The defense is grasping!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The treasure box can only be opened with the key Mr. Andistan'dhin holds. Who else could have stolen the treasure?
Payne:
Payne:
As I said, the accused stole the treasure by forcing open the box! Your Magistry, I call for a swift ruling!
Judge:
............ I'm not ready to give my verdict yet.
Payne:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
The defense has successfully presented a new possibility in this case.
Phoenix:
(Yes! Finally, a tiny shred of hope!)
Judge:
Mr. Andistan'dhin... Would you care to make any statements in response to the defense's claims?
Andistan'dhin:
............ GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! This is all BULL! My noggin's a rage cage and it's ready to EXPLODE, baby!
Judge:
Instructor Andistan'dhin! Please calm yourself!
Andistan'dhin:
I'm not gonna take it! No, I ain't gonna take it! I dutifully watched over that treasure with pride... ...and now I'm getting accused of stealin' it?! THIS LAWYER IS A LYING SCUMBAG!
Phoenix:
(Eep!)
Andistan'dhin:
You better believe I got something to say! Open up your ear holes, sheeple! LET'S ROCK! DEATH TO THE LYING LAWYER!
Witness Testimony
-- Lying Lawyer --
Andistan'dhin:
Steal the Founder's Orb? Me?! I did it?! This lying lawyer's insults know no limit!
All this time, I guarded the orb faithfully. Sacred duty to the Holy Mother, easy to see.
Hands unclean, the accused did the deed. Forced the box open. No key did he need.
Lying lawyer! Condemn him to hell! Kick him, throw him, into a prison cell!
Judge:
All right. We've now heard from both sides. Either the treasure box was forced open by the accused, as the witness claims... ...or, Mr. Andistan'dhin opened it... ...as the defense claims. Defense. This is your last chance to cross-examine the witness.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Magistry.
Judge:
If you are unsable to prove your assertions by the end of this cross-examination...
Payne:
...Then the DC Act will come into play, and both you and the accused will lose your lives.
Phoenix:
I understand. (Life or death! It all comes down to this!)
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Don't worry, Ahlbi. I'm here to defend you! I promise it'll be all right.
Ahlbi:
Thank you. I believe in you, Mr. Wright! I know you can win this for us! And, after we win... we can go see Miss Maya... together!
Phoenix:
It's a deal! (I can't let Ahlbi down. I have to win this trial! Somehow, I have to prove that only Andistan'dhin could've stolen the treasure!)
Andistan'dhin:
Do your worst, lawyer-trash! This is your requiem! The last song you'll ever hear on this mortal coil!
Cross-Examination
-- Lying Lawyer --
Andistan'dhin:
Steal the Founder's Orb? Me?! I did it?! This lying lawyer's insults know no limit!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But the argument that the orb was already gone before the murder fits all the facts.
Andistan'dhin:
Hmph! It's no use even talkin' to you! Where's your proof that I stole the orb? Huh, lawyer-trash?!
Phoenix:
(He's right. I don't have any proof... yet. But I'll find some!)
Andistan'dhin:
The real method to open the lock, you say?! Delusional, man! There ain't no other way!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"Delusional," am I? We'll see about that.
Andistan'dhin:
Wild ideas: that's called delusion. Mixed-up lawyer: drownin' in confusion.
Payne:
Indeed, the defense's sinful wrongdoing has made him lose touch with reality!
Andistan'dhin:
Let's hear it: what'll it be? For this sinner's flight of fancy?
Phoenix:
Nothing, because I'm not the delusional one. I just know there's gotta be some secret trick to opening the treasure box!
Andistan'dhin:
Oh, really? And where exactly is this secret hidden?
Phoenix:
The secret is obviously hidden in...
The box
Phoenix:
The treasure box!
Andistan'dhin:
Yeah? And where on the box is this secret, exactly?
Phoenix:
Well... It's... (I hadn't thought that far ahead.) I-It's the carvings! There's definitely something going on there!
Judge:
Are you sure? You're sounding a little desperate, defense.
Phoenix:
D-Desperate? Not at all, Your Magistry!
Payne:
The carvings the accused snuck in to see, even though it's forbidden, I might add.
Judge:
Witness, can you tell us anything about these carvings on the box?
Andistan'dhin:
Of course! As head monk, I know all about them! THe carvings depict a Khura'inese butterfly as it carries a soul to the Twilight Realm. They were made in around the seventh century.
Judge:
I see. Could you please add that information to your testimony?
Andistan'dhin:
Fine... Listen up, lawyer-trash! Khura'inese butterfly from the 7th century, Carries the mitamah -- so elementary. Yeaaaaaaah!
Add statement "Khura'inese butterfly from the 7th century, Carries the mitamah -- so elementary."
The key
Phoenix:
There's obviously some secret hidden in the key! I'd like to examine it, if you please!
Andistan'dhin:
Ha ha ha ha. You don't know when to quit, do ya? Here. Go ahead. Examine it all ya like!
Phoenix:
Hmm... ............ (Nothing. I don't see a thing.)
Judge:
Well, defense? What have you discovered?
Phoenix:
I-I'm afraid I haven't discovered anything, Your Magistry. Here. I'll return it now.
Andistan'dhin:
I told ya! Didn't I tell ya?!
Phoenix:
Yes, yes... You told me...
Payne:
There's just no reasoning with this man. The accused forced the lock open. There's no other explanation.
Andistan'dhin:
That's right! He desecrated the box by opening it without using this Mitamah Key!
Phoenix:
(Wait. What did he just say?)
Andistan'dhin:
I'll sing it as many times as I have to, to get it through your thick lawyer skull! Only the Mitamah Key unlocks the treasure. Force it, and reap the founder's displeasure! Yeaaaaaaah!
Payne:
For the forgetful defense's sake, could you please add that to your testimony?
Andistan'dhin:
If I have to... Carve it into your brain, lawyer-man!
Adds statment "Only the Mitamah Key unlocks the treasure. Force it, and reap the founder's displeasure!"
Andistan'dhin:
All this time, I guarded the orb faithfully. Sacred duty to the Holy Mother, easy to see.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your "sacred duty," huh? The problem with that is that I don't think you really are a true believer.
Andistan'dhin:
Why, you...! How dare you question my faith?! It's downright insulting!
Phoenix:
I'm not trying to insult you. But I can't suspend logic, either. You wormed your way into the temple with the intent of stealing the treasure, didn't you?!
Andistan'dhin:
I've had all the insults I can take outta you, lawyer-trash!
Phoenix:
But you're the only one who can open the treasure box!
Andistan'dhin:
You just keep on arguin' the same ol' lie! I sing the truth! Hear my battle cry!
Andistan'dhin:
Hands unclean, the accused did the deed. Forced the box open. No key did he need.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defendant didn't force the box open. That's a lie. In fact, you're the one who opened it, isn't that right?!
Andistan'dhin:
Hmph. Come on. You just saw for yourself, didn't ya? The lock was busted on account of the box bein' forced open!
Phoenix:
Oh. Yeah.
Andistan'dhin:
Well, there's your proof right there!
Phoenix:
Argh... (Score one for the metalhead...)
Andistan'dhin:
Look, if the accused really didn't try to force his way into the box... ...then how do you explain why the lock was busted and wouldn't open up for you earlier?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... How DO I explain why the box wouldn't unlock earlier? Maybe there's...)
A different key
Phoenix:
I'd like to suggest that a different key is required to open it.
Judge:
A different key...?
Payne:
...To open the box?
Phoenix:
As we saw earlier, the box wouldn't open with Mr. Andistan'dhin's key. Which means that a different key -- the true key -- must exist!
Andistan'dhin:
Ha ha ha! Are you kiddin' me?! Of course not!
Phoenix:
You can't prove that it doesn't exist!
Andistan'dhin:
Just calm down a second and think about it, lawyer-man! Why in the world would I bring a fake key here with me?!
Phoenix:
Why, you ask? Well... because... Hmm. ...Well, I guess you got me there.
Judge:
Hmph. Looks like that babbling brook you call a mouth has dried up at the source, defense.
Phoenix:
(Darn. I messed that one up...)
Judge:
Witness, please continue with your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
A different way to open it
Phoenix:
Th-There's a different way to open the box!
Andistan'dhin:
Huh? What are you talkin' about?
Phoenix:
There's a secret trick to opening it, to protect its contents from being stolen. And you're the only one who knows how it works, isn't that right?!
Andistan'dhin:
Are you for real? You've been watchin' too many movies, lawyer-man.
Payne:
Ahh... So you're one of THOSE tourists. Honestly, Mr. Wright. Did you come expecting magic and mystery around every corner?
Judge:
I'll have you know, defense, the Kingdom of Khura'in is not some sort of Fantasy Funland.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... It's true I don't have any real grounds to make that assertion... And yet...)
Andistan'dhin:
Oh, yeah! I feel another song comin' on! A little number about a crazy lawyer with wild, fantastic ideas! The real method to open the lock, you say?! Delusional, man! There ain't no other way!
Judge:
Ahh, a new verse... Please do add it to your testimony, Mr. Andistan'dhin.
Adds statement "The real method to open the lock, you say?! Delusional, man! There ain't no other way!"
Andistan'dhin:
Khura'inese butterfly from the 7th century, Carries the mitamah -- so elementary.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I believe this butterfly design conceals some sort of secret!
Andistan'dhin:
Oh, yeah? Why don't you check it out for yourself, then?
Phoenix:
(Huh? What's with the smug look on his face?) I think I'll do just that! Your Magistry, if I could? Hmm... ............ (Nothing unusual here.)
Judge:
Well, defense? What have you discovered?
Phoenix:
I-I'm afraid I haven't discovered anything, Your Magistry. Here. I'll return it now.
Andistan'dhin:
I told ya! Didn't I tell ya?!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...) Th-Then, in that case, there must be some secret trick to the key!
Andistan'dhin:
Ha ha ha. Now you're suspicious of the key, are ya?
Payne:
There's just no reasoning with this man. The accused forced the lock open. There's no other explanation.
Andistan'dhin:
That's right! He desecrated the box by opening it without using this Mitamah Key!
Phoenix:
(Wait. What did he just say?)
Andistan'dhin:
I'll sing it as many times as I have to, to get it through your thick lawyer skull! Only the Mitamah Key unlocks the treasure. Force it, and reap the founder's displeasure! Yeaaaaaaah!
Payne:
For the forgetful defense's sake, could you please add that to your testimony?
Andistan'dhin:
Oh, so you like this little number better, do ya?
Phoenix:
(Let's see. Should I have him swap in this statement?)
Have him change it
Phoenix:
I believe the witness just made - er, sang -- a very important statement. I would like it switched into his testimony.
Judge:
Very well. Witness, if you would.
Andistan'dhin:
If I have to... Carve it into your brain, lawyer-man!
Changes statement from "Khura'inese butterfly from the 7th century, Carries the mitamah -- so elementary." to "Only the Mitamah Key unlocks the treasure. Force it, and reap the founder's displeasure!"
Not necessary
Phoenix:
I'm okay without it. Thanks.
Andistan'dhin:
Oh, you're digging the lyrics as-is, are ya? Fine! Kick back and listen to the rest of your requiem in peace, then!
Leads back to cross-examination
Andistan'dhin:
Only the Mitamah Key unlocks the treasure. Force it, and reap the founder's displeasure!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There must be some secret trick to this key!
Andistan'dhin:
Oh, yeah? And what exactly is this "secret trick"?
Phoenix:
(Huh? What's that smug look for?) Umm... Maybe something like... it can change shapes?
Andistan'dhin:
Wow, man! That's some wild imagination you got there! I'll give credit where credit's due. You can daydream like a champ!
Payne:
Just like any magatama, this key is made of a translucent material. One look and it's pretty obvious it can't change shapes.
Phoenix:
(Yeah... I wasn't really sold on that one myself... But I felt like there was something odd about Andistan'dhin's testimony just now... I think I'd better take another look through the evidence.)
Present Magatama Key
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Just a minute, Mr. Andistan'dhin."
Andistan'dhin:
Lying lawyer! Condemn him to hell! Kick him, throw him, into a prison cell!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'm not the one who'll be going to jail, Mr. Andistan'dhin. You are.
Andistan'dhin:
You think so, huh? Hey, what do YOU think, people?! It's not just me this lawyer is puttin' down. He's insulting Khura'inism and the Khura'inese people, too! If he thinks he can get away with that, he's got another thing coming! Right, people?!
Payne:
Heh heh heh heh heh! That's right! Disrespectful lawyers deserve to be removed posthaste!
Gallery:
Exterminate! Annihilate!
Phoenix:
(Yikes. The gallery's getting really whipped up over this...)
Andistan'dhin:
You're goin' to jail. YOU! Not me. If ya don't believe me, just wait 'n' see! It's too late, no forgiveness for you. Not from me, the judge, or Her Holiness, too. You'll rue the day you set foot in this court! To the gallows, lawyer, you will report!
Before adding statements
Phoenix:
(This is it! My last chance! The thing is... ...even though our lives are on the line, I feel strangely calm. I think it's because I know, as a lawyer, I just have to do what I do best. All I have to do is believe in my client's -- in Ahlbi's -- innocence!)
After adding statement "Khura'inese butterfly from the 7th century, Carries the mitamah -- so elementary."
Phoenix:
(Argh! I can't seem to find an inconsistency in his testimony! Come on, Phoenix! I can't give up now! I just have to keep chipping away at him. If I can't find a contradiction, then I'll keep pressing him. I'm bound to find something, as long as I just keep at it!)
After adding statement "Only the Mitamah Key unlocks the treasure. Force it, and reap the founder's displeasure!"
Phoenix:
(What was that just now? It's like there was something odd about his testimony...? I can't afford to ignore any inconsistency, no matter how small. The smallest detail could blow this case wide open! I've got to use the evidence to unlock a path to the truth!)
Phoenix:
Just a minute, Mr. Andistan'dhin. You just called your key the "Mitamah Key," didn't you?
Andistan'dhin:
Ah!
Phoenix:
But didn't you originally say it's called the "Magatama Key"?!
Andistan'dhin:
Gaaaaagh!
Judge:
The Mitamah Key? What's that?
Phoenix:
I don't know, Your Magistry. But, apparently, it's a rather crucial question.
Andistan'dhin:
Wh-What? What's the big deal? S-So I said the wrong thing. So what? Simple slip of the tongue!
Payne:
An "A" for effort, Mr. Wright, but your grandstanding betrays your desperation. I'm afraid a small slip of the tongue like that adds absolutely nothing to your argument.
Judge:
What say you, defense? Is it an important detail?
Phoenix:
(Judging by Andistan'dhin's reaction... ...I'd say it's everything my argument needs!) Yes, Your Magistry. It's very important. This key is apparently not the "Magatama Key," but rather, the "Mitamah Key." And I believe this discrepancy holds great significance for the defense!
Andistan'dhin:
Naw, man. Just a meaningless mistake. Insignificant! Hmph. You're riding the crazy train to nowhere, lawyer-man!
Payne:
Your Magistry, please don't pay the defense any heed. It's all nonsense.
Judge:
Hmm... To tell the truth, I'm not really clear on what the defense is driving at myself. However... I am eager to find out.
Payne:
What?!
Judge:
Defense, you will explain yourself like your life literally depends on it... because it does. Now, then. Is the name of the key an important detail?
Phoenix:
Yes, it's an absolutely important detail! (...I think.) Because the Mitamah Key is connected to the Founder's Orb!
Judge:
I see. Very well. In that case... ...please show the court the grounds on which you are basing this claim.
Phoenix:
Th-The grounds, Your Magistry...?
Judge:
You can of course show grounds, can you not, defense?
Phoenix:
O-Of course! (What else can I say? Nngh... I have to come up with something! Anything! Even if it's just a bluff... The Mitamah Key... "Mitamah"... Hmm... There has to be something somewhere that ties "mitamah" and the orb together...)
Judge:
Don't keep me waiting, defense. What evidence shows a connection between the Mitamah Key and the Founder's Orb?
Present Song of Ceremony
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"What's that? The Song of Ceremony...?!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
What does that have to do with the Mitamah Key?
Phoenix:
Don't you see it, Your Magistry? A subtle, but very significant connection?
Judge:
No, I'm afraid I don't see it.
Payne:
Neither do I.
Andistan'dhin:
Ha! Nothin' there to see!
Phoenix:
Then... I guess there's no connection, huh. In that case, allow me to present a different piece of evidence.
Judge:
Your feeble attempt to gloss over your mistake won't work with me, defense!
Phoenix:
(Ouch... This guy's good... I'd better think this through a little better.)
Leads back to:
"What evidence shows a connection between the Mitamah Key and the Founder's Orb?"
Judge:
What's that? The Song of Ceremony...?!
Phoenix:
(All this time... The answer was right there in front of me! It's right there in the Song of Ceremony performed during the Dance of Devotion!) Your Magistry! The Song of Ceremony tells of the treasure of the founder of Khura'inism. But hidden within its lyrics... ...is the secret behind how to really open the treasure box!
Judge:
O...
Payne:
Holy...
Judge:
MOTHEEEEEERRRR!
Andistan'dhin:
Nngh...
Judge:
But how can that be, defense?!
Phoenix:
The Song of Ceremony contains the following lyrics: "When the butterfly embraces the mitamah The favor of the orb is bestowed." I believe the "mitamah" here refers to the "Mitamah Key."
Judge:
W-Well, yes, it is the same word, but that doesn't mean...
Phoenix:
We've been calling this key the "Magatama Key." And that's why I inserted the key into the lock with the magatama design on it. But that was obviously not the right way to use it.
Judge:
And I suppose you know the "right" way?
Phoenix:
I do, Your Magistry. To use this key properly, you have to first...
Flip it vertically
Leads to:
"If we turn the magatama shape upside-down like this..."
Flip it horizontally
Phoenix:
You have to first flip the key horizontally.
Judge:
Flip it horizontally...? A-And what good would that do, exactly?!
Phoenix:
It would turn the Magatama Key into the Amatagam Key!
Judge:
............
Payne:
............
Andistan'dhin:
............
Judge:
But haven't you been trying to argue that it's the "Mitamah" Key?
Phoenix:
Oops. (That's right...) M-My apologies, Your Magistry. Please disregard all of that. What you really have to do is flip it vertically!
Leads to:
"If we turn the magatama shape upside-down like this..."
Phoenix:
If we turn the magatama shape upside-down like this... ...it becomes the Khura'inese symbol of the soul -- in other words, a mitamah!
Judge:
Oh, my! You're absolutely right! But now what? What do you do with it? It's too big to fit into the lock that way!
Phoenix:
Oh... Um...
Payne:
Heh heh heh. I knew he was just bluffing. Bluffs and lies are the only tools of his trade after all!
Phoenix:
(There must be some other place this key fits... but where? Let's see... What were the words to the Song of Ceremony again? "When the butterfly embraces the mitamah The favor of the orb is bestowed.") Where should the Mitamah Key actually be used?
Present butterfly relief
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"M-My goodness!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Right here! This is where the key should be used!
Judge:
There? How on earth could you possibly use the key there?!
Phoenix:
Allow me to demonstrate! Let's see... (Huh? How DOES this work...?)
Like this! No, that won't work... How about this! No, nothing's happening...
Gallery:
............
Judge:
......Well? We're waiting, defense.
Phoenix:
(Brr... All those icy cold glares are giving me chills...)
Payne:
Flying by the seat of your pants yet again, Mr. Wright?
Judge:
Penalty! For raising our expectations in vain!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...) My apologies, Your Magistry. I was wrong about where to use the key. But I won't make the same mistake twice!
Leads back to presenting
Judge:
M-My goodness! The treasure box! It really opened!
Andistan'dhin:
No way, man!
Payne:
Wh-What?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Phoenix:
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the real secret behind the Song of Ceremony. It's the true key to opening the treasure box! It's all over, Mr. Payne.
Payne:
H-How so...?
Phoenix:
Let's say someone was fooled into trying to force the front-facing lock open. Sadly for them, it won't budge. That's because the lock is, after all, just a decoy.
Judge:
Th-Then, what you're saying is...
Phoenix:
Neither the victim nor the defendant would've been able to open the box! They therefore had no way of stealing the treasure. The only one who could have stolen it is the one man who knew about the Mitamah Key: Pees'lubn Andistan'dhin!
Payne:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
But I'm not done yet! Please recall the scene of the crime! On the floor by Mr. Rohl's body... ...was the very unlocked, and very open treasure box! Only someone who knew how to open the box could've left it in that state.
Andistan'dhin:
Mmmrrrrrgh!
Phoenix:
And so! There can only be one true culprit. Admit it, Mr. Andistan'dhin! You're the one who killed Mr. Rohl!
Andistan'dhin:
I-I... Uh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Hah! Yah! Gragh! ...Huh? Cuckoo... Cuckoo...
Andistan'dhin:
Curse him... It's all his fault! Why'd he have to try and steal the treasure...?! Why'd I have to spot him with that box... ...on my way to the storeroom after the morning dance? It's his fault I had to cause that blackout and clock him good! I couldn't let my secret get out! Nobody could know the treasure box was empty! I'd lose my position as head monk... Who knows what else they'd do to me?! I couldn't let...! I had to... I had to stop him...!
Judge:
............ What a shocking development... I can scarcely believe it... Nothing like this has ever happened since the DC Act was enacted twenty-three years ago.
Payne:
Nngh... No... My perfect, unblemished record... destroyed... ...The Incredible Payne... ruined... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gallery:
Did that lawyer really win? I can't believe it! No way! This can't be happening!
Judge:
Peace! I said peace! Honestly speaking, I'm just as shocked as everyone else. But the truth has been made known, so it's time for me to give my verdict. In the name of the Holy Mother... ...this court finds the accused, Ahlbi Ur'gaid...
Not Guilty
April 24, 1:36 PMHigh Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Phoenix:
(Hmm... There's still quite a commotion... The people in the gallery show no sign of clearing out.)
Gallery:
I can't believe it... "Not guilty"! I'm still in shock... Can you believe that guy?
Phoenix:
(I can feel everybody's eyes on me...)
Gallery:
This can't be happening! It's impossible! O Holy Mother, preserve us!
Phoenix:
(I've never been in a defendant lobby quite this uncomfortable...)
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Oh, Ahlbi!
Ahlbi:
Thank you! Thank you so much for what you did for me!
Shah'do:
Ruff! Ruff!
Phoenix:
I'm just glad it turned out okay! (It was touch and go there for a while...)
Ahlbi:
I'm really sorry, Mr. Wright. I... I had a really hard time trusting you at first...
Phoenix:
That's okay, Ahlbi. I know how unpopular lawyers are in this country. But how did it ever get this way in the first place?
Ahlbi:
Allow me to explain...! At least, I wish I could explain... But I don't really know why. I never even questioned it before today. By the time I was born, all the lawyers were already gone. As far back as I can remember, verdicts have been based on Her Benevolence's Insights.
Phoenix:
(Right... Rayfa... the royal priestess...)
Rayfa:
You would imply that the trials of this country are unfair? Do explain, outsider... ...how verdicts founded on truths imparted by the very souls of the dead lack impartiality.
Phoenix:
(For her part, I'm sure she really believes in what she says, but...) Even with Her Benevolence's Divination Séances, lawyers are still necessary. Without proper defense, people could easily wind up receiving wrongful convictions.
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright! Shhhhh!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ahlbi:
Don't say that so loud! People might think you're a rebel! You could be arrested!
Phoenix:
A rebel?
Ahlbi:
That's right. One of those people going against our queen and the court system! They call themselves the Defiant Dragons. And they're led by a scary guy named Dhurke. They'll do anything to overthrow Her Eminence -- even commit crimes!
Phoenix:
(Dhurke... I remember people in the gallery mentioning that name...)
Ahlbi:
The things you're saying sound a lot like the stuff they say. But you're not scary like that Dhurke guy!
???:
Pardon the intrusion. You. Yeah, you. I wanna talk to you, see? Flight, is it?
Phoenix:
Wright, sir, Phoenix Wright. And you are...?
???:
I'm the Khura'inese Minister of Justice. The name's Inga Karkhuul Khura'in.
Inga:
I oversee the whole legal shebang. I was watching that three-ring circus in there.
Phoenix:
You were? (Wow. The Minister of Justice... So he's in charge of the entire court system -- Defense Culpability Act and all...)
Ahlbi:
M-Minister Inga... How are you, sir?
Inga:
Run along, mini-monk. Grownups are talking here.
Ahlbi:
Y-Yes, sir. Very sorry, sir...
Phoenix:
M-May I help you with something?
Inga:
Just wanted a good look at you. Guys like you aren't exactly a dime-a-dozen around here! Huh... Well, then.
Phoenix:
(He's eyeing me like I'm some kind of exotic creature in a cage...)
Inga:
Oh yeah, might as well share this little morsel with you. Turns out Rohl was a seasoned thief -- a repeat offender, see. Had my men look into it, and they found all the booty he'd pilfered right there in his digs.
Ahlbi:
But he seemed like such a nice man... Why, Mr. Rohl, why...?
Inga:
Guess he was doing it for the family. What a mook.
Ahlbi:
A-A "mook"?! How can you say that...?!
Inga:
Hmph. Guess that kind of sob story gets you common folk all misty-eyed, huh. Anyway, another thing... I had my men check out that Andistan'dhin fella, too. He wasn't the one with the sticky fingers. It's the insurgents.
Ahlbi:
What?!
Inga:
They put the squeeze on our head monk, apparently. So he gave up the Founder's Orb and tried to keep it hush-hush.
Phoenix:
Wow. I see. Thank you for letting me know.
Inga:
Yeahhhh... Say, White. That was a cute li'l number you pulled in my courtroom today, wasn't it? First "not guilty" ruling in twenty-three years... You're making waves, see? Stirring the pot. Catch my drift?
Phoenix:
Oh... Well, I... (Yikes! I'm in for it now!)
Inga:
Hmph. But thanks to that song and dance, we know our precious national treasure got nicked. So I'm gonna call it a wash, and let it slide this time.
Phoenix:
(But all I did was defend the accused...)
Inga:
You'd do best to read between the lines here, chump... Yer standing on thin ice, you get my drift? Even a dirty, no-goodnik punk knows to cash in his chips before the house steps in.
Phoenix:
!
Inga:
Do us both a favor, and keep an eye on the path you're walking down... You never know whose toes you might be steppin' on. This ain't your turf, buddy. Never forget whose soil it is you're standin' on.
Ahlbi:
Yikes! He was kind of scary, wasn't he?
Phoenix:
Yeah, well, no use worrying about it. We have more important things to think about. Such as when can we continue the sightseeing tour?
Ahlbi:
Tour?! Ooh, anytime, sir! We still have plenty of time until Miss Maya's training ends! And there are still lots more temples to see, and all kinds of local foods to eat! I can show you the natural beauty of the area, and the waterfalls used for training! And I haven't shown you the breathtaking mountain view from the Plaza of Devotion yet! And there's this place where they dangle you off a really steep cliff that offers your soul a great view of the Twilight Realm! And walking on a bed of nails doubles as a foot massage!
Phoenix:
All right! All right! Slow down, Ahlbi! There's plenty of time!
Ahlbi:
And when we're done with all that, we can go see Miss Maya together!
Phoenix:
Yeah, you bet! (Maya... I wonder how she's doing. Hope she's okay...)
Anime cutscene
Man:
So, how about that "not guilty," Dhurke?
Dhurke:
I heard. Sounds like the winds of change are beginning to stir.
End
Presenting wrong evidence at wrong statement during testimony (during cross-examination segment "The Accused's Account")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's something odd about the witness's statement. And this is the evidence that will prove it!
Judge:
No... The only thing "odd" I find here... ...is your objection. I hope this will help you change your ways.
Phoenix:
(That didn't go very well... Actually... I guess I wasn't even remotely close on that one... I'd better take another good look at Ahlbi's statements and the evidence...)
Presenting wrong evidence at correct statement during testimony (during cross-examination segment "The Accused's Account")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence, Your Magistry!
Judge:
You're laying your life on the line on THAT...? And what exactly about the testimony is inconsistent with that?
Phoenix:
...... (Urk. Suddenly, I'm not so sure...) I apologize, Your Magistry. May I try again?
Judge:
By all means... But know this: You just drove a nail into your own coffin!
Phoenix:
(Gaaaaagh... But I just KNOW something's off about this statement. Guess I should search the Court Record again for something that contradicts it.)
Presenting correct evidence at wrong statement during testimony (during cross-examination segment "The Accused's Account")
Phoenix:
Judge:
........... I don't see any particular problems with this piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
(Whoops! Guess that's not it...)
Judge:
More of your defense attorney shenanigans, is it? Well, I won't stand for it. In the name of the Holy Mother, I give you a penalty!
Phoenix:
...Urk! (I'm SURE this is the piece of evidence I need, though. I guess I'd better take another look at Ahlbi's statements...)
Presenting incorrect sensation or Insight during Divination Séance (on initial Insight)
Phoenix:
(Wait... No, that's not it. This sensation isn't really inconsistent with the Insight. I'd better find the sensation that IS, and "Present" (X) that!)
Presenting incorrect sensation or Insight during Divination Séance (on both revised Insights)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's an inconsistency between this Insight and the victim's memories!
Rayfa:
An inconsistency, you say? And where exactly do you see this supposed "inconsistency"?
Judge:
Yes, defense, please be specific.
Phoenix:
Well, I don't know how specific I can be, exactly, but... ...I just get the vague feeling that something doesn't quite add up... you know?
Judge:
No, I don't know. But I DO know you're skating on thin ice, defense. By your leave, Your Benevolence...?
Rayfa:
...Do it.
Judge:
Penalty!
Phoenix:
Nngh... (And here I thought I was skating so gracefully on that ice, too... I get the feeling I was way off the mark with that one... I'd better take another good look at the Insights and the sensations... I doubt there are any mistakes in the victim's last memories... So that must mean one of Her Benevolence's Insights is off! I'll use these buttons (D-Pad or Circle Pad) to cycle through the Insights and check each one carefully. And then I'll compare the Insights with the sensations and look for an inconsistency!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (any other cross-examination segment)
Phoenix:
Judge:
........... I don't see any particular problems with this piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
(Whoops! Guess that's not it...)
Judge:
More of your defense attorney shenanigans, is it? Well, I won't stand for it. In the name of the Holy Mother, I give you a penalty!
Phoenix:
...Urk!
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (any other cross-examination segment)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence, Your Magistry!
Judge:
You're laying your life on the line on THAT...? And what exactly about the testimony is inconsistent with that?
Phoenix:
...... (Urk. Suddenly, I'm not so sure...) I apologize, Your Magistry. May I try again?
Judge:
By all means... But know this: You just drove a nail into your own coffin!
Phoenix:
(Gaaaaagh...)
Consult (during a cross-examination, when evidence must be presented)
Phoenix:
(Argh! I could really use a partner to consult with right about now...)
Payne:
Heh heh. You seem to be having a hard time. Can't do anything without your little friends? I feel bad for your poor subordinates, having to always pick up your slack and all.
Phoenix:
("Pick up my--"?! I'll show him! Get your head back in it, Phoenix! You can do this! If I think back on everything I've heard... Yes, that one statement is definitely fishy!)
Consult (during a cross examination, when statements must be pressed)
Judge:
O foreign lawyer, you aren't looking very well.
Phoenix:
(That's because I couldn't find a foothold in that testimony just now...)
Judge:
Hmm... I see the defense has turned a lovely shade of blue to match his suit.
Payne:
I believe you're right, Your Magistry. Very resourceful, these foreigners.
Phoenix:
(Hey, buddy. Aren't you a foreigner, too? I can't let my face give me away. I have to look confident! Maybe I should give the ol' "pressing statements" tactic a try.)
Consult (during a Divination Séance)
Phoenix:
(Agh. I can't seem to find any inconsistencies... But something's been nagging at me. I think it has something to do with the sensation of pain... Although, I shouldn't overlook the moment the victim was struck either. I think I'll take another look at the Insights with these things in mind.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
I have heard enough! This trial need not be drawn out any longer. The defense has failed to counter the charges filed by the prosecution. In accordance to the law, I invoke the Defense
Culpability Act against the defense. Now, then. This court finds the accused, Ahlbi Ur'gaid... and his defender, Phoenix Wright...
Guilty
The Forgotten Turnabout
Transcript
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Episode 4The Forgotten Turnabout
From here on cut, let the council begin! Let our members discuss this matter with a clear conscience of the Goddess of Law! Today's deliberation shall be about... Miles Edgeworth's aptitude and ability as a prosecutor!
Kay:
Wh-Who are you...? Why are you wearing that raincoat...? Ah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh!
April 5, 1:23 PMHigh Prosecutors' OfficesRoom 1202
Examine evidence
Front side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
Back side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Each Prosecutor's Badge is engraved with the number of its owner on the back. Hmph. Numbers. As if we're not human on the inside like everyone else!
Edgeworth:
Calm down. You're getting dust everywhere.
Gumshoe:
I've already cleaned this room three times since this morning!
Edgeworth:
Well, now you'll need to do it a fourth time.
Gumshoe:
You're way too calm, sir! What if they actually take your badge!?
Edgeworth:
A decision has not yet been made.
Gumshoe:
But it looks like it's pretty much decided! Don't you remember what Judge Courtney said!?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, the P.I.C. has you in its sights. They will receive a report on everything you did here today... ...and you will most likely be required to appear before them.
Edgeworth:
I have been ordered to attend the meeting. ...That's all.
Gumshoe:
I hate this, sir! I won't be able to work with you anymore!
Edgeworth:
As a detective, perhaps you should welcome this turn of events. You would no longer have to work with such a troublesome prosecutor as myself.
Gumshoe:
Wh-Why would you say something like that, sir...? The problem is with the P.I.C. and their false accusations... Mr. Edgeworth... Don't tell me... you actually want to become a defense attorney?
Edgeworth:
......
Gumshoe:
B-Because you can't do that! Being a prosecutor is exactly what makes you Prosecutor Edgeworth, sir!
Edgeworth:
(...A defense attorney, huh? I became a prosecutor because of the incident where I lost my father... However, the reason I became interested in the legal world... ...was because my father who passed away... had been a defense attorney.)
Ray:
To fight crime as a prosecutor, or to save people as a defense attorney. I want you to think carefully, about how you want to live your life from now on.
Gumshoe:
Are you listening, sir!? I don't like this one bit!
Edgeworth:
There is no need for you to be so pessimistic. Maybe my replacement will be more lenient during your salary assessments.
Gumshoe:
A-Ah, I see... That way, I can eat more than just instant noodles every day...! Wait, what am I saying!? That's not the point here!
Edgeworth:
(He was... actually imagining it.)
Gumshoe:
We're busy right now! Come back later, pal!
???:
Paging Mr. Edgeworth. Is there a Mr. Miles Edgeworth here?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth is busy now! I'll listen to whatever you have to say later, pal!
???:
Hrmm... This isn't good! Your face has become all red. Errrm... A red face, a red face...
Gumshoe:
Umm, like I said, we're kind of busy right now, so...
???:
I've got it! You have a tummy ache, right!? This calls for an injection, stat! Please roll up your sleeves!
Gumshoe:
Aiiieeeee! Nonono, I'm perfectly healthy!
Edgeworth:
...Who might you be?
Karin:
Aaaah, I'm so sorry! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Karin Jenson. I am a registered nurse at the Dye-Young Hospital.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but nobody here is sick. You must have the wrong room.
Karin:
Are you Mr. Miles Edgeworth? You have such great wrinkles between your brow... Could it be lupus? This calls for an injection...
Edgeworth:
I-It's not lupus! Just tell me what business you have with me!
Karin:
Ahh. Yes, yes. Actually, there's someone who would like to see you. Please wait a moment. I'll call them here right now!
Edgeworth:
Wait!
Gumshoe:
She left, sir. I wonder who she's going to bring. Hmm, if she's bringing someone from the hospital... Could it be a patient, sir? Maybe it's someone who was traumatized by your harsh words...
Edgeworth:
What is that supposed to mean?
Gumshoe:
S-See? When you glare at me like that, it feels like I'm going to have a heart attack. You could send someone to the hospital with that...
Edgeworth:
(I-Is it really that bad...? I'm just being my normal self, though.)
Karin:
Sorry for the wait! Well, what do you think?
???:
........
Edgeworth:
What do I think...?
???:
Umm... Do you not recognize me?
Edgeworth:
(Now that she mentions it, I feel like I've met her before...)
???:
Umm... this card... Your name was written on it... Do you know who I am?
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth... Maybe you really did send her to the hospital...
Edgeworth:
Of course not!
Gumshoe:
But this is your business card, sir. It clearly says... "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth".
Edgeworth:
Umm. Th-That's true...
???:
I-I am terribly sorry... I'm, umm, well...
Karin:
The truth is, this girl... suffers from memory loss.
Gumshoe:
M... Memory loooosss?
???:
Yes... That seems to be the case.
Karin:
Ahh... Her parents should be worried sick right now... They probably haven't been able to sleep. I doubt they've gotten more than 8 hours...
Edgeworth:
(Isn't that plenty of sleep?)
Gumshoe:
I see. It sure sounds horrible... but it's alright now! Since she has that business card, she must be an acquaintance of Mr. Edgeworth's. Just leave her to us, pal! Right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Indeed... We might be able to verify her identity, at least.
???:
Would you... really do that for me?
Edgeworth:
First, I'd like you to tell us everything that you know.
Gumshoe:
That's our Mr. Edgeworth! You have nothing to worry about now, Miss!
Edgeworth:
(Good grief...)
Mysterious girl
Leads to:
"(But still, where to begin? What should I ask her first...?)"
Present
Anything
???:
...I am terribly sorry. Even if you give me that, I still don't remember anything about you.
Edgeworth:
N-No... I wasn't planning on giving it to you...
Edgeworth:
(But still, where to begin? What should I ask her first...?)
Gumshoe:
Miss. Do you remember your name?
???:
My name...... I am terribly sorry.
Karin:
She's been like this ever since yesterday, y'know?
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. So you found her yesterday.
Karin:
Wooow! That's amazing! How'd you know!?
Edgeworth:
(Wh... What a tiresome woman...)
Karin:
I found her stumbling around late last night, so I took her in. I wanted to help her out, so I looked through her things.
Edgeworth:
So, that's how you found my business card. Did she have anything else with her?
Karin:
Nothing to reveal her name or address... Ah! But! She was wearing this when I found her. It's an unusual design, don't you think?
Edgeworth:
Wha... Th-This badge is...
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaat! Th-The Yatagarasu's...! That means... I-I-It couldn't be!
Edgeworth:
Are you Kay!?
???:
Kay......?
Yatagarasu's Badge data jotted down in my Organizer.
Your name
Edgeworth:
You are... Kay, right?
Kay:
I am... Kay......
Gumshoe:
Kay! Don't you remember me!? I mean, you'd always call me "Gummy", pal!
Kay:
G-Gummy... I would call one of my elders something so rude...? Aaah... I'm so sorry! What a horrible thing I did...! I feel like my heart is going to burst from guilt!
Gumshoe:
Just...... Just what happened to you, pal! You've become so sensitive! If you're this sensitive, and delicate, and frail... ...then you're not even Kay anymore! You're someone else, pal!
Edgeworth:
Watch your words, Detective. If you say that... ...it almost sounds like Kay isn't sensitive or delicate at all. (Though I can't deny there is some truth to what he says.)
Kay:
Umm... What sort of person was I... before I lost my memory?
Gumshoe:
Well, for starters, your name was Kay Faraday. A cheerful girl full of spirit and vigor, and a Great Thief.
Kay:
Great Thief...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. To put it frankly... ...a Great Thief steals valuables from people's drawers and safes...
Kay:
St........Steal!! I caused so much trouble for others? Ahh... I'm so sorry! I never imagined I would be a criminal...! Maybe losing my memory was retribution for my crimes...
Edgeworth:
No, you didn't actually...
Gumshoe:
Uuugghh... This is so messed up, sir...
Karin:
But it does sort of make sense, y'know. These gloves and stuff, they look just like what a thief might wear.
Gumshoe:
Ah! Those clothes!
Karin:
Yes. She was wearing them when I found her. I had her change her clothes, so I'm holding onto them for now...
Edgeworth:
Hmm...? Something appears to be stuck on her clothes. Perhaps it has something to do with Kay's memory loss?
Gumshoe:
I'll send it down to the lab later and have them check it out, sir!
Edgeworth:
Good. I will be counting on you, Detective Gumshoe.
Karin:
At any rate... these really look like a thief's clothes, don't they!
Kay:
I-I am... a criminal...
Edgeworth:
It's true you were a Great Thief, but never once did you commit a crime. That alone I can assure you.
Kay:
...Is that... so...?
Edgeworth:
(It's probably better if I don't press this issue any further.)
Memory loss
Leads to:
"...I'm really sorry. For not remembering you."
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Kay:
Is that a badge... for protecting someone? Like a badge worn by a hero of justice... right?
Edgeworth:
No... This is called a Prosecutor's Badge. I think what you're referred to would be a defense attorney's badge, right?
Kay:
I wonder...? This badge... makes me feel really nostalgic. As if someone really dear to me showed it to me a lot...
Edgeworth:
(Kay's father was a prosecutor. Perhaps little bits of her childhood memories still remain.)
Yatagarasu's Badge
Kay:
Do you like badges, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Not particularly.
Kay:
But you are always carrying around badges.
Edgeworth:
It is just a part of my job. And this badge is also a piece of evidence...
Kay:
I see. So you carry around things that you don't like in order to train and strengthen your spirit!
Edgeworth:
...That is just clearly wrong.
Examine evidence
Front side of Yatagarasu's Badge
Edgeworth:
This is the badge that Kay is always wearing. It's emblazoned with the mark of the Yatagarasu and it really stands out. I doubt there are any thieves who would actually wear it.
Kay:
...I'm really sorry. For not remembering you. Umm... What kind of relationship did we have?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Well, that's... (Rather difficult to explain.)
Gumshoe:
Kay, you were... Mr. Edgeworth's assistant!
Kay:
Oh my! So then, a prosecutor is the kingpin of a Great Thief?
Gumshoe:
Uh, no... That's not what I meant, pal...
Edgeworth:
(The last time I met "Kay" was the day before yesterday... Just what did she do from then up until now...?) Ms. Jenson, was the badge the only thing this girl had on her?
Karin:
She did have some other things, but I don't think they will be very helpful at all.
Edgeworth:
I don't mind. Please show them to me.
Karin:
Well then, I'll give them to you one by one, OK!
Gumshoe:
This is a Jammin' Ninja mask. Maybe she went to a superhero show or something?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. This seems to be a letter addressed to Kay. This is a ticket stub. And this is...
Gumshoe:
...a flower made of cloth! Like the ones you usually see in restrooms, sir!
Edgeworth:
...A corsage. It is used primarily as an accessory for women.
Karin:
Well, that's everything. Did you find anything out?
Gumshoe:
Umm, not really. They were just a bunch of random things.
Edgeworth:
(I'll have to look them over in more detail later.)
Jammin' Ninja Mask data jotted down in my Organizer.
Letter jotted down in my Organizer.
Ticket Stub data jotted down in my Organizer.
Purple Flower data jotted down in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
Ooh.... This is horrible! Kay's lost her memory! How do we get her back to normal!?
Edgeworth:
Calm down, Detective. I have already thought of something.
Gumshoe:
Oh! As I would expect of Mr. Edgeworth! So, what did you find out, sir?
Edgeworth:
Look at this ticket stub.
Karin:
Oh, it's a ticket for the viewing platform of the Grand Tower!
Gumshoe:
Umm, Ms. Nurse? Do you know something about the Grand Tower?
Karin:
Of course I do! It's a super famous dating spot, after all! They say that if a couple holds hands up there, they will be together forever... Tee hee.
Edgeworth:
The time stamp on the ticket is from yesterday. Moreover, it is only valid on the day of issue.
Gumshoe:
Since she only has the stub... she must have used it, right?
Edgeworth:
It is very likely. ...Well then, let's go.
Gumshoe:
Ehh! Right now, sir?
Edgeworth:
The cause of Kay's memory loss is hidden in her actions.
Gumshoe:
B-But... What about the P.I.C.!?
Edgeworth:
It's still too early for me to be summoned there.
Karin:
Errrm... So, should I leave Kay with you, then?
Edgeworth:
That is what I would prefer. Kay, you're fine with that, right?
Kay:
Ah... Yes, please! Thank you very much!
Karin:
Well, I have to get back to work, so if anything happens, please contact the Dye-Young Hospital. If you guys need an injection, I'll be there anytime, please!
Edgeworth:
Yes. I understand. (I don't think I will call her for an injection, though.) Well then. Let's go, Detective. ...And you too, Kay.
Gumshoe:
Yessir!
Kay:
Thank you... for helping me.
April 5, 2:07 PMOutside Grand TowerTower Plaza
Gumshoe:
Umm. According to the pamphlet... ...this building is 50 stories tall. It's mostly filled with offices though... Only the viewing platform is open to the public. Here you go, sir. I just got this at the reception desk.
Edgeworth:
Good. Thank you.
Grand Tower Pamphlet data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Well then, let us head inside immediately...
Eeeek! The Grand Tower... The Grand Tower is collapsing!
Edgeworth:
Hm!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What!?
???:
No, you can't! Please stop! Please... I beg of you! Ugh, it's no good. Unless I drink fresh milk, my thoughts just won't reach...!
Gumshoe:
What's wrong, pal!? Did something happen at the Grand Tower!?
Cuuuuuut! Cut, cut, cut, cuuuut!
???:
E-Excuse me! We're sort of in the middle of shooting a movie, and umm...
Edgeworth:
(...Hmph. I suspected as much.) We are sorry for any trouble we've caused you. ...Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
I-I'm so sorry, pal! I really thought the tower was gonna collapse or something...
???:
Whatever... Hey, director! I'm taking a break.
???:
I'm sorry... I'm really, really sorry!
Kay:
What a relief... It looks like the tower's collapse was prevented somehow.
Edgeworth:
(Explaining all this to Kay as she is now would take more time than it's worth...) Well then. We should get going.
April 5, 2:18 PMGrand TowerViewing Platform
Gumshoe:
Wow, what a view! I bet I can see my house from here!
Kay:
Eek...! Th-The wind... is really strong up here.
Gumshoe:
Everything should be fine as long as you stay close to me and Mr. Edgeworth, pal. If you start to blow away, one of us will be sure to catch you!
Edgeworth:
(It's not as if she's a kite!) Kay, do you recognize this place?
Kay:
...I-I don't know. Was I... really here?
Edgeworth:
(Maybe if I get her to talk a bit, it will help jog her memory...) Kay. Just tell me whatever you remember. Anything will do.
Kay:
O-OK. But I don't know how much help I'll be...
-- Memories of the Tower --
Kay:
Did I... really come to a place like this?
It's so high up, and the wind is so strong... It's frightening.
...I just can't remember. I can't remember anything at all...
.....I'm sorry. Just as I thought, it's impossible.
Gumshoe:
Hmm. Her memory isn't clearing up at all, huh?
Kay:
...I'm so sorry. It's a bit pathetic, isn't it? You are both going out of your way for me, but I'm not helping at all.
Edgeworth:
You're doing just fine. You have memory loss, after all.
Gumshoe:
Alright, Mr. Edgeworth! Remember to go easy on her, sir. Normally, you have this really intense and kind of scary look on your face.
Edgeworth:
(...You're not helping, Detective.)
Rebuttal
-- Memories of the Tower --
Kay:
Did I... really come to a place like this?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
This ticket stub proves that you were indeed here.
Kay:
But I really don't remember coming here at all. I don't think I would want to come to a place like this.
Kay:
It's so high up, and the wind is so strong... It's frightening.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You used to love places like these, though.
Kay:
Was that... really me? We're so high up... Just looking down makes me dizzy. I think these kinds of places should be shut down. What if an elderly person or a small child were to fall off...!
Edgeworth:
The railing here is quite high. I think your worries are unfounded.
Kay:
...Is that so...?
Kay:
...I just can't remember. I can't remember anything at all...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You say you don't remember anything... In that case, is there anything that looks familiar?
Kay:
Looks familiar? Umm....... Ah! The cherry tree!
Edgeworth:
What about the cherry tree?
Kay:
I was standing under that cherry tree... That's right, I was taking shelter from the rain because it was raining then... And there... A red... I saw... something red...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. She was under the cherry tree while it rained... And... from there she saw something red...)
Kay:
Umm, is something wrong...?
Edgeworth:
It's nothing. Could you add that last part to your story?
Change this statement to:
"But... from under the cherry tree... I feel like... I saw something red."
Kay:
But... from under the cherry tree... I feel like... I saw something red.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
A red... what exactly?
Kay:
A red... something or other. It was something red. That's... all I can remember about it.
Edgeworth:
(Speaking of things that are red here...) Could it be that stand over there?
Kay:
Stand... A red... stand... ...Ahh, that's right! I saw someone walking towards me from the other side of that stand.
Edgeworth:
And then what happened?
Kay:
And then... Umm... .....I'm sorry.
Edgeworth:
It's alright. Simply add everything you just said to your story.
Change this statement to:
"Umm... That's right, someone was walking towards me from the other side of that stand."
Kay:
Umm... That's right, someone was walking towards me from the other side of that stand.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By that stand, do you mean the stand directly behind you?
Kay:
Yes. From behind that red stand, someone came walking towards me... I saw it from under the cherry tree.
Edgeworth:
You've been saying that you saw "someone"... Does that mean you didn't see their face? Or was it a person you didn't know?
Kay:
.....I'm sorry. That much, I don't know.
Edgeworth:
(So "someone" came walking towards her from behind the red stand... ...and she saw that from beneath the cherry tree.)
Present Grand Tower Pamphlet
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So, you're saying that someone came from behind the stand..."
Kay:
.....I'm sorry. Just as I thought, it's impossible.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Is there nothing else that comes to mind? It doesn't have to be related to the case.
Kay:
Even if it's not related.....? Umm... Well... Ah... I remember that the stand there was selling cotton candy.
Edgeworth:
...If you're hungry, you should just say so.
Gumshoe:
I'll make sure to buy one for you later, pal!
Kay:
...Thank you very much. I look forward to it.
Edgeworth:
(There's not much I can do unless I can draw out more information from her... For now, I'll press her for more details and see what I can find out.)
Edgeworth:
So, you're saying that someone came from behind the stand... ...and walked directly towards you.
Kay:
Yes. Someone came right up to me.
Edgeworth:
Then that "someone" must have been a ghost.
Kay:
No, it was a person! I'm sure of it!
Edgeworth:
If this is where you were under the cherry tree, then someone behind the stand... ...wouldn't have any ground to stand on. They'd be floating in midair! No person should be able to stand there!
Kay:
Eeeeek!
Kay:
But... I... I'm not lying! Someone... red... Someone in red... was on the other side of the stand... They were walking towards me... Ahh... Getting closer and closer, and then... ...that person... that person... AAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What's wrong!? Calm down! It's alright! Me and Mr. Edgeworth are both here for you, pal!
Kay:
I-I... I was... pushed off. That person... in red... Yes, they were wearing a red raincoat...
Edgeworth:
(Someone in a red raincoat was walking in midair? And furthermore, they pushed her off this building? Nonsense. There is no way she could be alright after falling from a building this high!)
Kay's memories jotted down in my Organizer.
Officer:
Attention, everyone! Please remain where you are!
Gumshoe:
What's wrong, pal? I'm a detective! Tell me what's going on!
Officer:
Sir! A body was just discovered in this building!
Gumshoe:
A-A body!?
Edgeworth:
Who is the victim!?
Officer:
We're currently investigating the details, but the victim is a woman! We have verified that her name is "Kay"!
Edgeworth:
What...
Gumshoe:
WHAAAAAAAAT!?
To be continued.
April 5, 2:36 PMGrand TowerP.I.C. Meeting Room
Edgeworth:
(Th-This room is...!) Would this room happen to be...
Officer:
Yes, sir! It's the Prosecutorial Investigation Committee's meeting room!
Gumshoe:
Whaat! It's here!?
Edgeworth:
I had heard they recently moved out of the Prosecutor's Building. (But to think that they moved here of all places...)
Grand Tower Pamphlet data updated in my Organizer.
Karin:
Mr. Edgeworth! Kay! What brings you here? How are you holding up?
Edgeworth:
We're in the middle of an investigation right now. Sorry, but who might this be?
Karin:
Ah! This is my Granny! Errm, let me just... "Hi there sonny, the name's Bonnie Young. Who the heck are you?" ...she says.
Edgeworth:
It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Miles Edgeworth. I am a prosecutor. Ms. Jenson, isn't Young the name of...
Karin:
*ahem!* Granny is the director of the Dye-Young Hospital!
Edgeworth:
(This old lady... is the director?)
Karin:
"Who're you callin' old!" ...she says.
Edgeworth:
(...Sh-She can read my thoughts?)
Gumshoe:
Oh! So that Granny is pretty important, huh?
Karin:
Ah ha ha! I wouldn't go that far... I mean, yes, she is. Aah, these people are... the patient's guardians. Y'know, the one with amnesia...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. It seems she is a bit of an introvert.)
Karin:
"Hey sonny, want me to cure that bad case of the frownies for you?" ...she says.
Edgeworth:
...!
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha! I'm afraid that's an incurable disease for Mr. Edgeworth, pal!
Karin:
Eh? Really, Granny? You want me to say that... "I ain't got nothin' to say to you whippersnappers! You're free to do whatever you want. But you better not get in the way of my autopsy."
Edgeworth:
Please wait. We're...
Karin:
"No means no!"
Gumshoe:
Hey, you don't have the right to decide that, pal!
Karin:
S-Sorry! Granny is the coroner, you see. And she's in charge of this case, so... Ouch! So, I'm very sorry, but that's the way it is.
Gumshoe:
Whaddaya mean, "that's the way it is," pal!?
Karin:
Well... Even if you ask me, I'm not the one who said it.
Gumshoe:
I kinda feel like..... I'm watching a comedy act, sir.
Karin:
Well, we need to get back to the autopsy, so please excuse us! And take care!
Gumshoe:
What was with her attitude!?
Edgeworth:
We received permission to investigate. There shouldn't be any problems.
Gumshoe:
That atittude of hers is a huge problem, sir!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth...? What do we do now?
Edgeworth:
We'll investigate the scene, of course. As a prosecutor, I cannot stand by and do nothing.
Kay:
.........
Edgeworth:
Well then, let's begin.
Kay:
But, the policeman said the dead person is also named "Kay"... Then, I'm pretty sure I'm not the Kay that you know, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
We shall investigate that now. But... don't worry. There's no question that you are the Kay I know.
Kay:
.....OK!
Edgeworth:
(An amnesiac Kay, and a corpse Kay... Both are connected to the Grand Tower. I'm certain that this case will lead me to Kay's lost memories!)
Begin Investigation
Grand TowerP.I.C. Meeting Room
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Notice anything?
Gumshoe:
For a homicide to occur out of the blue like that, it sure is surprising, sir! I may be a detective, but when things happen so suddenly, my mind goes completely blank! And that's why I haven't noticed anything at all, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It takes a certain kind of talent to be able to declare that so cheerfully.
Gumshoe:
O... Oh...! Are you saying I'm talented!? I-I'm honored, sir! Being praised by Mr. Edgeworth! Those kind words... I'll never forget this moment!
Edgeworth:
(...He looks so happy, I can't bring myself to tell him that it's all a misunderstanding!)
Grand Tower
Edgeworth:
I never thought the P.I.C.'s meeting room would be right under the viewing platform.
Gumshoe:
It sure saved us the trouble of getting here! In fact, the P.I.C. is actually mentioned in this pamphlet, sir. It's in the Grand Tower's Little Gossip Column. ...I'll read it for you! "The Prosecutorial Investigation Committee is located on the 50th floor of the Grand Tower! It's a place where Prosecutors turn into Ex-Prosecutors."
Edgeworth:
Hm...!
Gumshoe:
"So come visit the 50th floor, and see the dejected looks on the Prosecutors' faces!"
Edgeworth:
I-I am not making a dejected face!
Gumshoe:
Hey! I'm just reading what's in the pamphlet, sir!
Kay Faraday
Gumshoe:
The living Kay we have here, and the dead "Kay" over there... Why do they have the same name? It can't just be a coincidence, sir!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. However, we won't be able to answer that question until we examine the body...
Gumshoe:
It's all because of that crabby coroner!
Edgeworth:
She is only doing her job. For now, all we can do is wait.
Gumshoe:
Umm... Th-Then right now, since we have some time... ...allow me to present one of my theories to you, sir! The answer is simple! With all the advancements in scientific technology... ...what if the two Kays are clones!? That's the only way any of this makes sense!
Edgeworth:
............ Let's investigate the other parts of the room, until the autopsy is finished.
Gumshoe:
Aww, please don't ignore me like that, sir...
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Gumshoe:
If you're not going to be a prosecutor anymore, then what am I supposed to do...?
Edgeworth:
Now isn't the time to be thinking of such things, Detective.
Gumshoe:
But! It's not fair that the P.I.C. keeps on hounding you like this, Mr. Edgeworth! You haven't even done anything wrong! If anything, you just... rub people the wrong way.
Edgeworth:
...You should watch what you say as well, so you don't rub people the wrong way.
Yatagarasu's Badge
Gumshoe:
It's Kay's treasure. She always wears it on her clothes.
Edgeworth:
Even after seeing her own badge, she still didn't remember anything...
Gumshoe:
It's just strange, seeing Kay acting so unlike herself. I'm not even sure how I should act towards her anymore.
Edgeworth:
You should just be yourself, Detective. For her sake.
Gumshoe:
! You're right, sir! Alright! Well then, time to start making some careless mistakes!
Edgeworth:
(He's actually aware that he makes careless mistakes...!)
Letter
Gumshoe:
A letter has a stamp... right? And stamps... go right into my collection.
Edgeworth:
I never pictured you as a stamp enthusiast, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Whenever I get a letter, I make sure to check the stamps very carefully. And, if I find one that doesn't have a postmark on it...!
Edgeworth:
...Are you saying that you reuse old stamps?
Gumshoe:
O-Of course not, sir. I'm a law-abiding Detective, after all. Ha ha ha.
Edgeworth:
...Something tells me that isn't completely true.
Kay's Memories
Gumshoe:
I wonder where Kay lost her memories. *sigh*... Maybe one of the security guards found it, and it's sitting in the Lost & Found...
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe... Are you joking around?
Gumshoe:
Not at all, sir! I just want to do something for Kay! Anything! Because... I just feel so bad for her.
Edgeworth:
If that's how you feel, then devote yourself completely to the investigation... ...because right now, that's the only thing we can do.
Gumshoe:
Yes... Yes, sir! Just tell me whatever you want me to do!
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha! Mr. Edgeworth, you're such a joker! Even if you show that to me, I still have no idea what it is, sir!
Edgeworth:
(He proclaimed that quite proudly...)
Bookshelf on left
Gumshoe:
These books all seem really think and heavy, sir...
Edgeworth:
The P.I.C. did just move in here. Moving all these books must have been a lot of work.
Gumshoe:
Moving heavy objects is my specialty, sir! If they had just called me, I would've helped!
Edgeworth:
Heh. Then perhaps I should ask the chairman if there's anything else left for you to move.
Gumshoe:
...Whooooah! Th-That was just a joke, sir! If I had to carry something up 50 stories, I wouldn't be able to do any more work today!
Edgeworth:
(Of course, I was joking too... But were you really going to carry things up the stairs?)
Half round table
Edgeworth:
It's half of a large round table with 11 chairs. It seems to be based off a certain legend.
Gumshoe:
I know that one, sir! It's the famous Knights of the Brown Table!
Edgeworth:
......
Gumshoe:
H-Huh!? Was I wrong? Knights of the Clown Table? Knights who say Ni!?
Edgeworth:
(He's getting colder... But I won't say anything.)
Kay Faraday
Kay:
Yes? Can I help with something?
Notice anything?
Kay:
Umm... This is an amazing room. There are large boxes filled with books, a stone sculpture, and sparkly windows.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It seems you have also forgotten the names of objects. This might be helpful for recovering your memories. Just repeat after me. Bookcase.
Kay:
...Broken safe.
Edgeworth:
Stained glass.
Kay:
...Stolen goods.
Edgeworth:
Books on the law.
Kay:
...Crooks on the lam.
Edgeworth:
Statue of the goddess.
Kay:
...Snatched loot of the Great Thief.
Edgeworth:
(Are all her mistakes biased towards a certain way...?)
Miles Edgeworth
Edgeworth:
Kay. Until just a few days ago, you were calling yourself my assistant. Looking at me, is there anything you remember?
Kay:
Things I remember, huh? Well, yes, just one thing... Mr. Edgeworth, on the viewing platform above us...
Edgeworth:
Oh?
Kay:
You pointed at me, and...
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Kay:
With a really scary face, you interrogated me!
Edgeworth:
(...That happened just a few minutes ago!)
Gumshoe:
Oh, poor Kay! The terror of Mr. Edgeworth badgering you for contradictions is your only memory... It must be scary, pal! Hopeless! The end of the world, pal!
Edgeworth:
(I should show this detective what true terror really is!)
Detective Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
Kay. Before you lost your memories, you got along well with Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Does looking at me help you remember anything, pal?
Kay:
Do I remember anything? Ummm... Hmmmm...... Ah! I know! For a while now, Mr. Edgeworth has been getting on your case!
Gumshoe:
...Th-That's not a memory. It's just a pleasant part of my daily life. Isn't that right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(Oh? So Detective Gumshoe thinks it's pleasant... It seems I'll have to get on his case even more from now on!)
Present
Jammin' Ninja Mask, Letter, Ticket Stub, or Purple Flower
Kay:
I was carrying this, right? ...I don't remember anything about it though.
Edgeworth:
So you really don't remember? Not even a little bit?
Kay:
Well..... Ah! Maybe I just grabbed it without thinking, due to the shock of losing my memories! You know, like they say, "grasping at straws."
Edgeworth:
.....
Kay:
What's wrong? You have an awfully serious look on your face.
Edgeworth:
...I won't tell you to be silent. But you should think before talking.
Kay:
I-I see... I will keep that in mind.
Kay's Memories
Kay:
The person in the red raincoat really was there.
Edgeworth:
Are you sure that they were walking towards you from behind the stand?
Kay:
That's right... They walked straight up to me. There must be some evidence. Maybe that person... left footprints behind!
Edgeworth:
There is no ground behind the stand. No one could have walked there...
Kay:
Then, was that person... a ghost?
Edgeworth:
...There are no such things as ghosts!
Kay:
O-Oh... Is this one of those so-called "contradictions"...?
Bookshelves on middle
Edgeworth:
These bookshelves are very well organized. Looking at them feels good.
Gumshoe:
That's true! ...There's not even a speck of dust on them. But I'm also extremely dedicated to cleaning your office, sir! First I sweep, then I vacuum, next I wipe everything clean, twice, and then I was the...
Edgeworth:
(It'd be nice if you were this dedicated to your job...)
Karin Jenson and Bonnie Young
Karin:
Um, I'm sorry. Right now Granny is in the middle of the autopsy, so... "Are you sonnies tryin' to get in the way of my autopsy!?" ...Is what she says. Could you please wait just a little bit longer?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I suppose we have no choice. We'll come back to investigate the body later.
Lady Justice statue
Edgeworth:
This is... Lady Justice.
Gumshoe:
You sure do know a lot, sir. ...So, what kind of powers does she have?
Edgeworth:
She is a symbol of justice, not a superhero. (It's said the scales represent Justice; the sword, Power; and the blindfold, Equality.)
Before examining bloodstain
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining bloodstain
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Lady Justice statue
Gumshoe:
This is a really huge statue! Why's it in a place like this?
Edgeworth:
...She is known as the Goddess of Justice. You might call it a statue for judging prosecutors. It seems this statue was also made by Pierre Hoquet.
Gumshoe:
Oh! You mean the victim of the IS-7 Incident, Isaac Dover!?
Edgeworth:
Setting aside his background and personality... he really was a brilliant sculptor.
Gumshoe:
Well, they do say that artists are either geniuses or weirdos.
Edgeworth:
(I suppose... Larry would fall into the latter category.)
Bloodstain
Edgeworth:
A pool of blood lies at the feet of the goddess statue. Hmm. Judging from the pool of blood, it seems that this was where the victim was killed.
Gumshoe:
But, sir... the body is over there.
Edgeworth:
After murdering the victim, did the killer move the body...?
Stand
Edgeworth:
If things had gone as planned, I would have been standing here right about now.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, sir... I'm glad that the P.I.C. meeting was delayed, but the cause of the delay was due to a murder...
Edgeworth:
(It's troubling to think that the P.I.C. meeting could condemn my career as a prosecutor. In any case, my top priority right now is to find the truth behind this case.)
Officer
Edgeworth:
You there. Tell me the situation about the security of this room.
Officer:
Yes, sir! To enter this room, a special keycard is required!
Edgeworth:
I see. In other words, not just anyone can enter this room (Security - To enter the meeting room, a special keycard is needed.). So... the person who found the body was also...?
Officer:
Yes! It was a member of the P.I.C., who had come here for today's hearing.
Edgeworth:
(A member of the P.I.C... If not for this case, right now I would be...)
Bookshelf on right
Gumshoe:
There's rows and rows of books. This solemn atmosphere's kinda scary, sir.
Edgeworth:
Scary? I would think that books foster a feeling of familiarity.
Gumshoe:
Actually, I once got in a lot of trouble for running through the library at full-speed, sir. But this isn't a library, so a light jog should be fine, right?
Edgeworth:
...... (If I don't make sure to stop him, he might actually do it...)
(Examining bloodstain and talking to the officer leads to:)
???:
Excuse me.
Karin:
You are...? Oh, yes, what is it? "That voice... It's Von Karma, right?" Umm... Do you know her, Granny?
???:
Good to see you again, Doctor. And you as well, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Wh... (What is she doing here!? Franziska von Karma... She is a prosecutor working with Interpol, and the daughter of Manfred von Karma. She should be jetting around the world right now...)
Franziska:
Wherever there is a case, I will follow. National borders mean nothing before me!
Edgeworth:
Your presence here must mean that this case has international significance...
Franziska:
You know well enough that I'm chasing a smuggling ring. I shall recover all the stolen goods and crush that organization!
Edgeworth:
Then... does that mean the smuggling ring is also involved in this particular case?
Franziska:
...Any further information is confidential. I am not obligated to speak of it with you.
Edgeworth:
...! (So, it won't be that easy...)
Karin:
Umm, Ms. Franziska... von Karma? Granny says... "The autopsy is complete. You're free to do what you want."
Edgeworth:
In that case, we would like to investigate as well.
Karin:
"I've heard rumors about you! No way am I letting you near the body! You're the prosecutor who's about to get the boot. You best run on home now, sonny!" Er, umm, just so you know, I wasn't the one who said that, OK?
Kay:
P-Please, Granny. We need to investigate... No matter what.
Karin:
"Hey, lassie! Who you callin' Granny!?"
Kay:
Eeek...! I-I'm sorry!
Edgeworth:
(We're not getting anywhere... I guess I have no other choice.) Franziska, please allow us to aid you in your investigation. We must examine that body in order to find out what happened to Kay!
Franziska:
To Kay Faraday...?
Gumshoe:
I'm asking you too, sir! Kay's in really bad shape!
Franziska:
......... I don't know what's going on... ...but fine, I'll grant you permission.
Edgeworth:
...! You have my thanks.
Franziska:
Of course, I didn't say it would come without a price. You will explain everything to me later.
Gumshoe:
We really owe you one, sir!
Franziska:
I wasn't talking to you, Scruffy!
Gumshoe:
YEEEEOOWCH!
Franziska:
So that's how it is. If you would be so kind as to authorize them too, Doctor?
Karin:
"I suppose it's fine if he's with a prosecutor from Interpol." ...Is what she says. And I fully agree with Granny.
Franziska:
By the Von Karma name, the entire world will be judged... That's just common knowledge.
Edgeworth:
(That's rather conceited for common knowledge...)
Karin:
"Well, it's none of my beeswax anymore." ...Is what she says. Um, I hope you don't get in trouble for this.
Franziska:
You needn't worry. My reputation will not be shaken by something so petty.
Edgeworth:
(Unlike me, who is on the verge of losing his badge.)
Begin Investigation
Grand TowerP.I.C. Meeting Room
Logic
"Security" and "Keycard"
Edgeworth:
Perhaps the keycard the victim was holding is for this room.
Gumshoe:
I'll go find out, sir!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! From this room's security system... ...we were able to retrieve the data of the victim's card!
Edgeworth:
So that means, the victim was able to freely enter this room...
Franziska:
If the card actually belonged to the victim, of course.
Edgeworth:
Yes, of course.
Keycard data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Notice anything?
Gumshoe:
Prosecutor von Karma just got here, and she's already hit me with her whip. Even if I stand further back, she always seems to hit me before I can get out of the way.
Edgeworth:
No, it's worse than that. At times it feels like she'll even chase you down, if you manage to avoid her attacks.
Gumshoe:
Ah! Yeah... That feeling of despair, I know it all too well, sir! I won't lose to you in terms of how any times she's hit me with her whip, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(...That's not something to boast about.)
Kay Faraday
Gumshoe:
Another Kay? I bet they look identical, sir! Like two peas in a pod.
Edgeworth:
They only share the same name. Please try not to jump the gun.
Gumshoe:
Jump the gun? ...Ahh! Is that like when you jump while you're holding a gun? The last time I did that, I accidentally discharged my gun and shot a hole in the ceiling!
Edgeworth:
That's not what it means at all! It means to not be so hasty.
Gumshoe:
Understood, sir! Well then, Mr. Edgeworth! We have permission to examine the body now, so let's see what secrets Kay's pea-in-a-pod holds!
Edgeworth:
(Someone's pod is missing a few peas...!) Please Detective... There's no need to jump the gun...
The victim (after examining notebook)
Gumshoe:
The victim had Kay's notebook on her.
Edgeworth:
Yes. And because of that, she was mistakenly identified as "Kay".
Gumshoe:
They shouldn't have botched it up so badly! It's unforgivable! I'll arrest them all!
Edgeworth:
...Before you arrest anyone for faulty logic, perhaps we should focus on finding the murderer?
Gumshoe:
Umm, yeah. I'll be helping with that too, sir!
Edgeworth:
(If botching things up were a crime, he'd be serving a life sentence...) ...In any case, there may still be something we have overlooked. Let's carefully examine the body one more time.
Kay and the case (after examining notebook)
Gumshoe:
How do you think Kay ended up losing her memories?
Edgeworth:
Good question. Unfortunately, it will be difficult to answer at this point in time. However, the victim was in possession of the "Promise Notebook"... ...so it's possible that Kay is connected to this case in some form or other.
Gumshoe:
If her memory returned, there could be a huge breakthrough in the investigation!
Edgeworth:
(I don't imagine it will be quite that easy, though...)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I've got a plan to get Kay's memory back!
Edgeworth:
I'd leave that kind of thinking to the hospital staff.
Gumshoe:
Please sir... Just hear me out! First, we need to get a really big hammer...
Edgeworth:
Forget it, Detective.
Karin Jenson and Bonnie Young
Karin:
"You sonnies want something?" ...Is what she says.
Dr. Young
Edgeworth:
Ms. Jenson. Could you tell me about your relationship with Dr. Young?
Karin:
Yes... Ever since I was little, I've always been together with Granny. Whenever I got lost, she would search for me until it got dark. And whenever I fell down, she would watch over me until I could get up on my own.
Edgeworth:
(What a charming story. She sounds like quite the grandmother's child.)
Karin:
And after I became a nurse, whenever I'm about to make a mistake with my injections... "Not there, THERE!" she'd say, as she'd grab the needle and... Ouch!
Gumshoe:
Ouch! Just hearing it hurts, pal! Please keep those stories to yourself!
Karin:
Anyways, as long as I have Granny by my side, there's no nursing I can't do.
Edgeworth:
I... I see. I fully understand. Thank you for your cooperation. (Regardless of her charming story, they do seem to share a very close-knit bond.)
The autopsy
Gumshoe:
Dr. Young, you sure are a masterful coroner, pal! You work with such blinding speed and you make no wasted movements!
Karin:
"Whaddaya sonnies know about autopsies!? You don't know the first thing about my work!"
Gumshoe:
U-Ughhhhh...
Edgeworth:
Allow me to apologize for his rudeness. I'll be sure to reprimand him later.
Karin:
"Hmph. Listen up, young'un. It is my duty to perform the autopsy quickly and accurately. That's why I have no patience with those who get in the way of my work." ...Is what she says. Are you satisfied?
Edgeworth:
Yes, very much so. We only wish to investigate. We have no desire to get in your way. (It looks like Dr. Young's stubbornness comes from her devotion to her work.)
Dye-Young Hospital
Karin:
The Dye-Young Hospital is a splendid hospital, and Granny is in charge of it. Well? How about it? Would you like to be admitted and experience it for yourself? "That's right. Right now, there's an opening in our hospital suite with the outdoor spa."
Edgeworth:
We are in good health. There is obviously no need for us to be hospitalized.
Gumshoe:
That's right! We're perfectly healthy, pal! That's our sole redeeming feature!
Edgeworth:
(Just what does he mean by that?)
Karin:
Well, you see, the Dye-Young Hospital also accepts healthy patients! We're currently in the middle of our "Full of Life! Healthy Hospital Stays" campaign. Those without injury or illness can stay at our hospital for half the price!
Edgeworth:
(Why would you need to stay at a hospital if you're healthy?)
Karin:
This is the chance of a lifetime, so what do you say? Hospital stay! Hospital say!
Gumshoe:
Hmm. You know, an outdoor spa at half-price does sound like a good deal...
Edgeworth:
(Don't fall for it!)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Karin:
A Prosecutor's Badge? I've seen lots of those... Ouch! "A prosecutor who's about to get canned shouldn't be showing off his lingering attachments. If that badge means so much to you, maybe you should've lived a better life."
Edgeworth:
...What is truly important to me is not the badge itself.
Karin:
Erm, I'm sure what my Granny meant to say was... There are times when you have to obey those above you... Or something like that.
Edgeworth:
...Thanks for the advice.
Yatagarasu's Badge or Kay's Memories
Karin:
I'm really glad we found Kay's father.
Edgeworth:
Um, I am an acquaintance of hers. ...I'm not her father!
Karin:
Whaaat!? Then, what about that business card?
Edgeworth:
...I doubt there are many children who carry around their parents' business cards.
Karin:
But, I carry one around. Granny's, I mean. So, surely... Ouch! "I don't give a hoot how you're related! You took her in, so you'd better take good care of her!"
Edgeworth:
Of course, that was my intention. Kay is in good hands.
Candelabra
Karin:
The victim was stabbed in the chest with that. See, there are three stab wounds in her chest, right?
Edgeworth:
Could you tell me the cause of the wound on her head?
Karin:
Sorry. We don't really know that. Although we are certain that it happened post-mortem.
Edgeworth:
(Which means it may have occurred when the culprit moved the body? It would be nice if some evidence were to turn up...)
Anything else
Karin:
"That's tied up pretty well, that frilly thing of yours..."
Edgeworth:
I would like you to look at this piece of evidence, rather than my clothes.
Karin:
"Not interested!" ...she says. I can't say I'm very interested either.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. Perhaps I should try presenting a different piece of evidence?)
Body
Gumshoe:
This body...! It's not Kay, sir! It doesn't look like her at all!
Edgeworth:
(...Of course it isn't. Kay is alive, after all.) Her age is... I'd guess around 30. And she's wearing a pantsuit.
Gumshoe:
Maybe she worked in one of the offices in this building.
Edgeworth:
So, her identity is still unknown. The question now becomes: why did the police believe her name was "Kay"...?
Before examining head, jacket, wounds, right hand, notebook, and candelabraand deducing purple flower
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining head, jacket, wounds, right hand, notebook, and candelabraand deducing purple flower
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Head
Edgeworth:
There is some blood on her head.
Gumshoe:
Maybe she was hit with something.
Edgeworth:
We don't know that for sure. Our investigation will ultimately clear that up.
Jacket
Edgeworth:
The left side of her white jacker has been stained a deep red. This jacket... The buttons are on the right side.
Gumshoe:
Isn't that normal, sir? All of my cloths have the buttons on the right side.
Edgeworth:
For women, it is normal to have them on the left side.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, you really do know everything.
Edgeworth:
That's just common knowledge. Hmm... There doesn't seem to be anything out of place... Hm? There's something white in her pocket...
Gumshoe:
They're gloves. Pure white ones. One for each hand, sir.
Edgeworth:
...They don't seem to be dirty. Could they be the victim's?
Purple flower
Edgeworth:
Something seems to be pinned to her pocket. ...Hm. It's made out of purple cloth.
Gumshoe:
It looks like it's been forcibly torn off, doesn't it?
Stab wound
Edgeworth:
There doesn't seem to be... anything in this pocket.
Gumshoe:
This pocket has holes in it, sir!
Edgeworth:
Judging by how the cloth was pierced... ...she must have been stabbed by some sharp object.
Gumshoe:
All your coins would fall out of those holes, sir...
Edgeworth:
...Detective. Haven't you ever heard of a wallet?
Gumshoe:
Of course I have, sir! I just use my pockets though. Most people do, right?
Edgeworth:
.....Never mind.
Right hand
Edgeworth:
There is a burn mark on her hand...
Gumshoe:
Is it conntected to the cause of death?
Edgeworth:
No, it appears to be an old scar. She probably got it a long time ago. Hm. It seems there is something in her hand. Detective, could you open her hand for me?
Gumshoe:
Yessir! Understood! This is... Oh, I know! This must be a gift card from a department sto- ...Yeeaaargh!
Franziska:
It seems to be a keycard.
Gumshoe:
Uuugh... Wh-Why...
Edgeworth:
The question is, what was this keycard (Keycard - The victim was carrying a keycard. What could it have been used for?) for?
Notebook
Edgeworth:
! This notebook...!
Gumshoe:
Huh!? Isn't that Kay's Promise Notebook!? This is the notebook she wrote all her promises to her father in! It really takes me back, sir.
Edgeworth:
Yes... (When Kay was young, she and her father wrote the promises they made in this notebook...) However... Why is it in a place like this...?
Gumshoe:
Ah! Now that you mention it... I once heard something from Detective Badd a long time ago. It seems that before anyone had noticed, Kay's "memento" had gone missing!
Edgeworth:
What...!? So a piece of evidence that was in police custody went missing?
Gumshoe:
Detective Badd frantically searched all over for it, but it seems he never found it...
Edgeworth:
(What could this mean...? Why was the missing notebook found here?) You there, do you happen to know anything about this notebook?
Officer:
The victim was carrying this notebook when we found her. That was the only evidence we had to identify the body.
Edgeworth:
So that's why you called her "Kay"...
Gumshoe:
What a misleading victim, huh. Why did she have Kay's notebook...?
Edgeworth:
(I sure would like to have some information on the victim's identity, though...)
Candelabra
Gumshoe:
...Could this be the murder weapon, sir?
Edgeworth:
A three-pronged candelabra. It's consistent with the number of stab wounds. She was probably stabbed by the prongs of the candelabra.
Gumshoe:
.....A candy zebra?
Edgeworth:
...I'm afraid it's not quite what you're imagining, Detective. A candelabra... is a candlestick holder with multiple arms.
Gumshoe:
Ahh, so it's a candle holder. You know, one time I forgot to pay my electric bill, and I had to get by only with candles.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What time period are you from...?
Candelabra data jotted down in my Organizer.
Deduce (after examining purple flower)
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce purple flower and present Purple Flower
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"The purple flower Kay had with her..."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. Look at this piece of evidence.
Gumshoe:
Is there something wrong with that piece of evidence, sir?
Edgeworth:
Doesn't this piece of evidence have a connection with the situation of the crime scene?
Gumshoe:
I don't think it's connected at all, sir...
Edgeworth:
Argh! (So I was wrong...)
Gumshoe:
You should look at the evidence you have on hand again, sir!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There might be something that is connected to the crime scene.
Edgeworth:
The purple flower Kay had with her... I wonder if that originally belonged to the victim.
Gumshoe:
Now that you mention it... The cloth does look the same as the one on the pin!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Let's compare them without delay.
Gumshoe:
It's a perfect match, sir! Way to go, Mr. Edgeworth!
Purple Flower data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(The fact that this flower belongs to the victim means...)
Franziska:
That can only mean that Kay Faraday came in contact with the victim. And about that corsage, it looks like it was forcibly ripped off. There is a possibility that Kay Faraday is connected to this case. And depending on the situation... ...we may have to consider her as a suspect.
Gumshoe:
What did you saaaaaaaay!? There's no way she did it! It's unthinkable! Kay could never do that, sir!
Edgeworth:
(However, it's true we have no evidence to deny that claim.)
Kay:
.........
Franziska:
It's nothing more than a possibility at the moment. Isn't that right, Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...Indeed. For better or for worse.
Officer
Edgeworth:
Is the investigation going well?
Officer:
Sir! I am actually putting my job aside to do some brain training! By focusing on images instead of words, you can stimulate your right brain!
Edgeworth:
...Please stop talking.
Franziska von Karma
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
A murder case at the P.I.C. meeting room... Since you asked to cooperate in the investigation, I do hope you will be able to produce results.
Edgeworth:
Naturally. Why do you think I am here?
Franziska:
Well... Now that you mention it... Why are you here, exactly?
Edgeworth:
(! ...That's right. She still doesn't know about my P.I.C. hearing today.)
Gumshoe:
The circumstances behind it are deeper than the sea, sir! Allow me to explain it on Mr. Edgeworth's behalf... YEOWCH!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! I do not care about your "circumstances". All that matters now is reaching the truth of this case. Am I wrong?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There is some truth in what you say.
Gumshoe:
If you ask me, I don't think that is totally righ- YEOWCH!
Franziska:
I'll say this. ...Whipping someone is easier than being worried!
Gumshoe:
But being on the receiving end of the whip isn't easy at al- YEOWCH!
Franziska von Karma
Edgeworth:
Franziska. Why are you here when you are supposed to be working with Interpol?
Franziska:
Curious, are you? But, it's confidential. I have no obligation to tell you.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. Her response was as I expected.)
Franziska:
More importantly, shouldn't there be a prosecutor in charge of this murder case? I don't know who it is, but I was hoping it wouldn't be someone completely useless. They're not even here yet... They're late! Just what is that fool doing!?
Gumshoe:
YEAARGH! I have nothing to do with it, sir!
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't think it's very commendable to just whip people at random...
Franziska:
I swing, therefore I whip! That is my philosophy. I will whip anyone who slacks off in their work!
Edgeworth:
(To the yet unseen prosecutor in charge, I hereby offer you my sympathies in advance...)
Relation to Dr. Young
Edgeworth:
Judging from your exchange just now, I take it you've met Dr. Young before?
Franziska:
How astute, Miles Edgeworth. That's right. She is an acquaintance of mine. Back then... it's a long story.
Edgeworth:
(It seems she doesn't intend to tell me any more. Shall I leave it at that, then?)
Gumshoe:
So, what happened back then!? Please tell me all about it, sir! YEOOOWW!
Franziska:
A foolish fool, shamelessly prying into other people's business. Watch what you say, Scruffy!
Gumshoe:
How cruel! Whipping me out of the blue! With great whip comes great responsibility, sir!
Franziska:
One good whip deserves another! The scruffy fool gets the whip! Try harder, worthless whipbait!
Gumshoe:
YEAAAAAARRGHH!
Edgeworth:
(...Hmm. It appears I was right to leave it at that.)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I would like you to take a look at this.
Franziska:
...I'll ask, just in case. What is that?
Edgeworth:
It's my Prosecutor's Badge.
Franziska:
...And?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That is all. Nnghoooh!
Franziska:
You should be relieved. You felt pain, right?
Edgeworth:
Hm...? What do you mean by that?
Franziska:
Fools can't catch colds. So, I thought they wouldn't be able to feel pain either.
Kay's Memories
Franziska:
Kay Faraday lost her memories? How dare you let that happen to her on your watch!?
Edgeworth:
...Hrm. (I have no defense...)
Kay:
E-Erm...! It's not Mr. Edgeworth's fault...!
Franziska:
! You, are you alright? Being bandaged up like that...!
Kay:
Ah... Yes. Thank you for worrying about me.
Franziska:
......H-Her behavior is certainly strange. It's unusual to hear her give thanks like that. Miles Edgeworth! Hurry up and get her memories back!
Edgeworth:
(Why don't you just admit that you're worried about her?)
Candelabra
Franziska:
There's no doubt, this candelabra was the murder weapon. ...It pains me to see a woman end up like this!
Edgeworth:
Let us find the true culprit, so that she may rest in peace.
Franziska:
The true culprit... I hope the truth doesn't turn out to be a cruel one.
Anything else
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Unlike you, I am actually busy. I don't have the time to look at something like that. Why don't you just look at that evidence again by yourself?
Edgeworth:
(She is certainly... as harsh as ever.)
Examine evidence
Prongs on Candelabra
Edgeworth:
The prongs of the candelabra are covered in blood. And the shape even matches up with the victim's wounds... Is this the murder weapon of this case?
Bottom side of Candelabra
Edgeworth:
This is a rare shape for a pedestal. If the spot where it was put on still has this mark... ...then it will become apparent whether or not it had been placed there.
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining head, jacket, wounds, notebook, and candelabra, and deducing purple flower leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
So, the victim's identity remains unknown...
Kay:
Umm... Should you really still be calling "Kay"?
Gumshoe:
Of course! What are you saying, pal!?
Kay:
Th-Thank you. But then, what about that woman...?
Franziska:
She is someone who you may have killed. That's all we know.
Gumshoe:
There's no way that's true! Right, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
I... also do not believe you killed her.
Franziska:
You are such a naïve man, Miles Edgeworth.
???:
♬ Here I come to save the dayyy!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, that voice...)
Debeste:
♬ So don't be afraid anymooore! For The Best Prosecutor is here todayyy! ♪
Courtney:
Pardon the interruption.
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth! Get away from the victim! I have inherited her dying wish! No one asked for YOU!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Did you know the victim?
Courtney:
Just as I thought... The Goddess of Law will surely reveal the truth to us. So please, rest in peace.
Debeste:
That's right, Justine! Now that I'm here, everything will be A-OK. The culprit will rue the day he crossed paths with MYARGH!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Who is this fool of a man!?
Edgeworth:
(Wh-Why is she glaring at me!?)
Courtney:
You are Franziska von Karma, am I correct? I apologize for my late introduction. I am Justine Courtney. And the deceased individual is...
Debeste:
...Attorney Jill Crane, one of the members of the Prosecutorial Investigation Committee!
Edgeworth:
(I see. So that's why she had the keycard...) I take it you're in charge of this case?
Debeste:
That's right! And with me in charge, this case is as good as solv- YEOOOWW!
Franziska:
That reminds me... I haven't caught your name yet.
Debeste:
If you just wanted to know my name, you didn't have to whi- YEAAAARGH!
Franziska:
Just state your name. I will not tolerate any unnecessary remarks.
Debeste:
Uuugh... Sebastian Debeste.
Edgeworth:
(It seems the pecking order has been decided.)
Karin:
Mr. Sebastian Debeste? Here, this is from Granny.
Debeste:
This is... the autopsy report! Wah hah hah... It seems you've been bested, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(This wasn't a competition to begin with...)
Karin:
"My job is done. May we meet again in front of another corpse." OK, let's go home quickly, and eat some noodles! I'll be leaving too! Take care everyone!
Debeste:
...The victim's head wound was postmortem.
Courtney:
Sebastian.
Debeste:
And the candelabra dealt the fatal blow. Estimated time of death is late last night... Wh-What is it, Justine?
Courtney:
While I do appreciate your enthusiasm, perhaps you should give your tongue a rest. You might pull a muscle.
Edgeworth:
(That would be painful indeed...)
Autopsy Report jotted down in my Organizer.
Debeste:
Anyways, it's quite clear now! Kay Faraday must be arrested!
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaat! What's the big idea, pal!?
Courtney:
It's just as he says, Detective. The culprit is Ms. Kay Faraday. The young lady in bandages over there... Although she's not wearing her usual attire... Are you not Ms. Kay Faraday?
Edgeworth:
..... And what would you do if she is Kay? If you're going to arrest her... ...then I will resist by any means necessary. ...That, I guarantee you.
Courtney:
I am now convinced. The doubts surrounding your suitability as a prosecutor were indeed warranted.
Kay:
It's fine, Mr. Edgeworth. You can go. Don't worry about me... I'll be fine.
Gumshoe:
What are you saying, Kay!? You can't just go along with them, pal!
Kay:
But, I... I don't remember anything. What if I really did kill that woman and then forgot about it? If that's true...
Courtney:
Acknowledgement is the Goddess' mercy. Atonement is her will. The Goddess of Law will surely praise you for your prudence!
Edgeworth:
Sebastian. And Judge Courtney... If you believe she is the culprit, on what basis do you make your accusations? Unless I'm completely convinced by your explanation... I will not obey your orders!
Debeste:
Fine, have it your way! Now, sit tight and listen to the perfect reasoning of Debeste!
-- Why We Suspect Kay? --
Debeste:
I am the best in the world. No one else can do what I do.
Yes! That's why I was the first to realize that Kay Faraday is the culprit!
She broke into the meeting room in order to steal something.
In other words, she's the only one who could have killed Ms. Crane!
Gumshoe:
His logic's as awful as ever, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Harsh words... coming from you, Detective.) I asked for some basis to your claims, yet your reasoning has told me absolutely nothing...
Franziska:
...However, we have no evidence to prove she didn't do it either.
Kay:
........
Gumshoe:
Don't worry, Kay. I'm sure Mr. Edgeworth will pull off a miracle.
Edgeworth:
(Y-You think my deductions are some kind of miracle work...!?)
Franziska:
You'd better not disappoint me. Understand, Miles Edgeworth? Because if you do... this whip of mine won't stay silent.
Rebuttal
-- Why We Suspect Kay? --
Debeste:
I am the best in the world. No one else can do what I do.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Already... I've noticed two contradictions in your testimony.
Debeste:
My reasoning is flawless. It doesn't contain even a single contradiction.
Edgeworth:
Hm. The number of contradictions has just increased to three.
Debeste:
Oh, I get it! This is all a part of your plan to mislead me, isn't it? Well, too bad! Because "The Best" will not be lead astray!
Debeste:
Yes! That's why I was the first to realize that Kay Faraday is the culprit!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If you believe Kay is the culprit, then I would like to hear the basis for your reasoning.
Debeste:
Wah hah hah... Just sit back and be in awe of my brilliant deductions! Nothing escapes the watchful eye of "The Best"! Before I had even laid eyes on the crime scene... No, before I was even aware of this case... Yes! I knew that she was the culprit! YEEOOOOOWW!
Franziska:
...Basis of your reasoning.
Debeste:
Yeeees, ma'am! E-Ermm, well...
Debeste:
She broke into the meeting room in order to steal something.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
To steal something...? Steal what, exactly?
Debeste:
That's... Umm...
Courtney:
What Kay Faraday tried to steal... was a file. Its contents, to be exact... An investigation report regarding Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Franziska:
Do you have any evidence to prove she needed something like that?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I am not the one who needs to present evidence. Isn't that right, Prosecutor Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Um... Yes... I... suppose that may be true.
Franziska:
Wha...!
Edgeworth:
At any rate, Sebastian, please continue your reasoning.
Present Keycard
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It certainly sounds like... you are quite familiar with this room."
Debeste:
In other words, she's the only one who could have killed Ms. Crane!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you have any evidence to prove that no one else but Kay could have committed the crime?
Debeste:
Nope!
Edgeworth:
.....Sebastian. Let me tell you what would be the best thing for you to do. Look into any other possible suspects besides Kay. Right now. Posthaste.
Debeste:
"The Best" thing for me to do... Look into any other possible suspects...!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
According to the preliminary reports... there were no traces of anyone else besides her.
Edgeworth:
Even so, isn't it too premature to declare that she is the culprit?
Courtney:
Declaring that she isn't so early into the investigation is a little premature as well, is it not?
Edgeworth:
(...! If only I had evidence that could prove Kay's innocence...!)
Edgeworth:
Good grief... There is a limit to how much you can falsely accuse someone.
Kay:
It's fine, Mr. Edgeworth... You don't have to...
Edgeworth:
Fear not, Kay. The truth will be revealted soon enough.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
(Kay couldn't have murdered Ms. Crane... If I can just prove that, she will be cleared of suspicion.)
Edgeworth:
It certainly sounds like... you are quite familiar with this room.
Debeste:
The Best man for the job should know all about The Best places.
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, it seems that you are not The Best man for the job.
Debeste:
Are you mocking me!?
Edgeworth:
That's for you to decide. You didn't even know about this keycard, did you?
Debeste:
Of course I know about that! You need it to enter this room... ......... Huh? Was it really needed?
Franziska:
This foolish fool simply doesn't know when to give up!
Debeste:
YEEEOOOOOOWCH!
Edgeworth:
Sebastian, do you really suspect Kay?
Debeste:
Th-That's right! She's the only one who could have done it!
Edgeworth:
Well then, allow me to ask you... Since this room can only be entered by using a keycard... ...hoe did she enter the room without one!?
Debeste:
Gah...! W-Well, she probably used this and that, and... Nngh!
Edgeworth:
Oh? Did you pull a muscle? Allow me to explain then. The door could only be opened by members of the P.I.C. Which means...
Courtney:
Yes. That's correct.
Edgeworth:
Hm? (She... conceded so easily...?)
Courtney:
Take a look at this. It's a record of this room that I investigated just a while ago. At 12:52 AM, the door was opened using Ms. Crane's keycard.
Keycard Record jotted down in my Organizer.
Courtney:
It's probable... ...that the killer entered the room together with the victim, Ms. Crane. After entering, the situation must have sourced, leading to the murder.
Edgeworth:
Your logic holds... but it is still merely conjecture. And it would imply that the killer and the victim were acquainted.
Gumshoe:
No way, pal! Kay doesn't even know the victim!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
That is merely an assumption on your part... Unless you have any evidence to prove your claim? Evidence is everything, in court and at the crime scene. Without it, your argument is invalid.
Franziska:
In that case... I trust that you have evidence... ...to prove that Kay Faraday and the victim were connected.
Courtney:
...Of course.
Edgeworth:
Wh... What!?
Courtney:
This letter... ...was discovered by Dr. Young in Ms. Crane's breast pocket.
Edgeworth:
(...The victim's belongings? Why did she withhold such vital evidence until now? Could it be... she was waiting for the perfect time to reveal it? Come to think of it...!)
Debeste:
And the candelabra dealt the fatal blow. Estimated time of death is late last night... Wh-What is it, Justine?
Courtney:
While I do appreciate your enthusiasm, perhaps you should give your tongue a rest. You might pull a muscle.
Courtney:
Hmhm... I'll read it for you. "To Ms. Crane, Thank you so much for helping with my plan! I'm glad that we can help each other get what we want. It's like killing two birds with one stone! Please get revenge for 12 years ago!" - Kay" In other words, Kay Faraday and Ms. Crane were accomplices. They probably planned to steal something from this room.
Edgeworth:
P-Preposterous!
Franziska:
W-Wait! That means, the main culprit is...
Courtney:
It's still Kay Faraday, of course. It just means her crimes have increased by yet one more.
Victim's Letter jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
I'm... the main culprit...?
Gumshoe:
Don't believe her, Kay! It's all a bunch of nonsense! There's no way Kay would do something like that!
Courtney:
Nonsense? Not at all. The evidence speaks for itself, wouldn't you agree?
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! (I knew that they wouldn't suspect Kay unless they had some sort of proof, but... ...to think they would actually have such decisive evidence!)
Debeste:
Nicely done, Justine!
Courtney:
Thank you very much.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Your explanation is still insufficient! I cannot accept such an argument!
Courtney:
Sebastian. Would you please leave this to me?
Debeste:
Alright, make sure you shut Mr. Edgeworth up once and for all!
Edgeworth:
(I can't allow their allegations to gain any more momentum. I must turn it around here!)
-- The Letter from Kay --
Courtney:
The relationship between Kay Faraday and Ms. Crane is as documented in the letter.
She roped Ms. Crane into assisting her with her plan.
However, for some reason, their partnership broke down.
Ms. Crane was murdered... But with her dying breath, she managed to retaliate.
Her parting gift is this letter, which she tucked safely away in her left breast pocket.
Gumshoe:
H-Her testimony's even better than ever. Maybe the most perfect it's ever been, sir...! Are you gonna be alright, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Um, yes... Of course.
Franziska:
How unsightly, Miles Edgeworth. Save your stoic act for some other time.
Gumshoe:
Ms. von Karma! Just whose side are you on!?
Franziska:
I'm on nobody's side, Scruffy. When searching for the truth, it's best not to take sides.
Gumshoe:
W-Watch what you say, Ms. von Karma, or else Mr. Debeste is gonna...
Debeste:
"Best" you say? Well, I can tell you that the side I'm on is always the BYAAARGH!
Franziska:
...How irritating.
Edgeworth:
Well, I suppose that's one thing we can agree on.
Rebuttal
-- The Letter from Kay --
Courtney:
The relationship between Kay Faraday and Ms. Crane is as documented in the letter.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And just what kind of relationship did Kay have with the victim?
Courtney:
In the letter, she wrote, "Thank you so much for helping with my plan!" Their relationship should be quite obvious. That's right...
Courtney:
She roped Ms. Crane into assisting her with her plan.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I would like to hear about Kay's alleged plan in more detail.
Courtney:
Just as she wrote in the letter, she wanted to steal something.
Debeste:
What's more, the sender of the letter is Kay Faraday. So it's obvious who the main culprit is!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That letter could've easily been forged. It doesn't prove that she planned to steal anything.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
If memory serves me right... wasn't she a Great Thief?
Edgeworth:
Th-That's... She's... um, taking a break at the moment.
Courtney:
I doubt there is any thief who would inform a prosecutor about their upcoming crimes. Perhaps she simply returned to her trade without you knowing?
Edgeworth:
(I suppose I have no means of denying that possibility...)
Courtney:
Kay Faraday planned the theft and Ms. Crane got caught up in it.
Courtney:
However, for some reason, their partnership broke down.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"For some reason" you say...? It seems your explanation isn't very clear.
Courtney:
I'm sure the reason will become clear upon further investigation. But more importantly... ...there is no evidence to prove that Kay Faraday did not commit this crime.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
While there is some evidence to suggest that she committed a crime... ...none of it can truly be called decisive evidence!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
What about the letter that shows their complicity, and the scene of the crime... I think it's fair to say we cannot decisively rule out the possibility that she committed the crime.
Courtney:
Ms. Crane was murdered... But with her dying breath, she managed to retaliate.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you have any evidence to prove that Kay was the murderer?
Debeste:
Haven't you been listening! We've been saying that this letter is the evidence!
Edgeworth:
Oh? And where in the letter does it say that she planned to murder the victim?
Debeste:
...Huh? E-Erm, well, that's... I've got it! It's a hidden message written in invisible ink that can only be read by heating it up!
Courtney:
Sebastian. I wouldn't get your hopes up for something like that. There is, of course, evidence that points to her as the criminal.
Courtney:
Her parting gift is this letter, which she tucked safely away in her left breast pocket.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
We searched the victim's left breast pocket as well, but...
Courtney:
You found nothing, I presume?
Debeste:
Naturally, the officer who found the letter immediately brought it to the Best man on the scene.
Courtney:
The letter was safely tucked away in her left breast pocket, right above her heart... I believe this letter carries Ms. Crane's will for the criminal to be arrested.
Edgeworth:
I have no interest in your beliefs. What I'm interested in is the truth. You said that the letter was in the left breast pocket of the victim, correct?
Courtney:
I swear by the Goddess of Law, there are no lies or mistakes in my statement. The letter was indeed discovered inside the victim's left breast pocket.
Edgeworth:
(The victim had been stabbed in the left chest area where the letter was hidden... This may very well be an important clue.)
Present Autopsy Report
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The victim held onto the truth until her dying breath... A truly touching story indeed."
Edgeworth:
(I don't think that Kay wrote the letter... ...but unless I can draw out more information here, that thought means nothing. I should start by pressing her for more details.)
Edgeworth:
The victim held onto the truth until her dying breath... A truly touching story indeed.
Courtney:
The voices of the dead are soft. One must listen carefully to hear their dying wishes... And Ms. Crane has spoken: Kay Faraday is the culprit.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Perhaps the voices you have been hearing are actually the whispers of the devil.
Debeste:
H-Hey! Don't make fun of Justine!
Edgeworth:
Let's listen to the voice of reason. Judge Courtney, please take a look at the autopsy report.
Courtney:
There is no need. I remember it perfectly. The victim was stabbed in the left breast...! N-No, it can't be...!
Edgeworth:
The letter was found in the victim's left breast pocket.
Gumshoe:
And that's where the victim was stabbed with the candelabra, right, sir?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. It wouldn't have been possible to stab her there without piercing the letter as well!
Courtney:
.....!
Edgeworth:
So, that begs the question... Why was the letter found in the victim's pocket? It's simple. It was placed there after the victim was murdered to throw suspicion onto Kay! Somebody intentionally wanted to create this very situation! In other words, there exists the possibility that the letter was forged by the true culprit!
Courtney:
Noooooooo!
Edgeworth:
The real murderer tried to pin the crime on Kay... That is the only explanation for the letter.
Gumshoe:
And in doing so, the murderer ended up digging their own grave, right, sir?
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
The culprit is Kay Faraday! The letter was... Yeah! It was actually found in the victim's other pocket!
Gumshoe:
...Huh? What're you saying, pal?
Debeste:
The officer's report was wrong when he said the letter was in her left pocket! It's actually in the... YEOOOWWCH!
Franziska:
A foolish fool who continues to make a fool of himself... Is there no cure for your foolishness!?
Debeste:
Why do you keep whipping me!? And quit calling me a fool! YEAAARGH!
Franziska:
I saved you the trouble of punishing him yourself.
Edgeworth:
I-Indeed... (Though I had no intention of punishing him...) The letter is stained with blood, no doubt because it was found in the left breast pocket. There couldn't have been an error in the officer's report... Unless you were the investigator.
Debeste:
U-Ugghh... Say something, Justine!
Courtney:
........
Edgeworth:
I see you have no objections. ...Then allow me to continue. There is one more potential suspect in this case.
Debeste:
Don't be ridiculous! The killer entered this very room! There wasn't anyone else who did that besides Kay Faraday and the victim!
Edgeworth:
(To enter the meeting room, one needs a keycard... And their reasoning assumes that the murderer and the victim entered the room together. This is what we overlooked. If we just discard that assumption, then...) This evidence reveals the other suspect besides Kay...!
Present Keycard Record
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the keycard record Judge Courtney handed me earlier."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, I'd like you to take a look at this piece of evidence.
Courtney:
Is there something wrong with that evidence, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This evidence reveals the other suspect aside from Kay!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I don't understand. I simply cannot allow you to submit that evidence to the court.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (W-Was I wrong...? We were under the impression that the murderer didn't have a keycard. However, what if we assumed that they did have a keycard?)
Debeste:
Looks like Kay Faraday is the only suspect after all, huh?
Edgeworth:
No. There is one other suspect aside from Kay.
Leads back to:
"This evidence reveals the other suspect besides Kay...!"
Edgeworth:
This is the keycard record Judge Courtney handed me earlier. The victim's keycard was used at 12:52 AM... And there was one more person who also used a keycard.
Franziska:
So you're saying this person was waiting to ambush the victim inside the meeting room? The keycard was used at 10:15 PM. I wouldn't say it's possible...
Courtney:
No, it's impossible.
Gumshoe:
And what makes you say that, pal!? You got any proof!?
Courtney:
Of course I do. I myself am that proof.
Edgeworth:
...!
Courtney:
I was the one who used that keycard, after all.
Keycard Record updated in my Organizer.
Courtney:
Is there something strange about a P.I.C. remeber entering the P.I.C. meeting room?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That proves nothing. The fact that you were in here at all makes you a suspect. Or do you perhaps have any evidence that you didn't kill your colleague?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Such nonsense. What would I gain by murdering her?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Allow me to reiterate what you said earlier. I'm sure it will all become clear upon further investigation.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Why would I, a faithful servant of the law, commit a crime? True enough, I entered this room. However, that alone is not reason enough to suspect me of a crime.
Edgeworth:
If that's the case, please tell me why you entered this room.
Courtney:
I had some business to take care of, and some preparations had to be made.
Gumshoe:
Preparations...! That sounds pretty suspicious, pal!
Courtney:
Unfortunately, I cannot disclose what these preparations were. However... I'm sure you could hazard a guess, "Prosecutor" Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(...So she was preparing for my hearing. She must have gathered all the necessary materials... ...to take away my Prosecutor's Badge.)
???:
Wonderful, wonderful. It's good to see young people go head-to-head so ruthlessly.
Edgeworth:
(Who is that...?)
???:
That takes me back. When I was young, I'd always butt heads with this brash detective. ...A-And then one day... ...He just disappeared. I hope... he's still doing well... Ahh, h-here come the waterworks.
Courtney:
Chairman Debeste...!
Edgeworth:
(Did she just say... Debeste?)
???:
Hello, Courtney. You sure are full of energy today. And if it isn't little Von Karma. Look how much you've grown since I last saw you.
Franziska:
S-Sir... It has been quite a while...
???:
...A curtsy? You don't have to treat me like some sort of stranger, y'know. Remember back in the old days, when you'd sit on my lap and call me Unky Boo Boo? *sniff* ...Here I go again. Oh... How I cried b-back then...
Debeste:
Pops! What are you doing here!?
???:
Hrm? A member of the P.I.C. was killed and I heard that you were in charge of the case.
Gumshoe:
...What kind of prosecutor is followed around by his own father?
Courtney:
Hold your tongue! Do you have any idea who this man is? Chairman of the P.I.C., former Chief Prosecutor. He's the right hand of the Goddess of Law.
???:
Now, now, Courtney. I'm just an old chunk of coal. There's no reason to speak so highly of me.
Edgeworth:
Please excuse my subordinate's behavior. I am...
Blaise:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, isn't it? Along with his trusty sidekick Dick Gumshoe. I am Blaise Debeste. I'm the proud father of that idiot over there. When that boy was born, me and the missus were happy as can be, y'see... But now... I-I don't even know where she's gone to... *sob*
Debeste:
P-Pops... You need a handkerchief?
Blaise:
Ah, yes. Sebastian is an idiot, but he's such a good boy, y'know.
Edgeworth:
(Quite the doting father and son.)
Blaise:
Now then, Courtney. How's the investigation going?
Courtney:
Sir. We've established that the culprit is Kay Faraday. We are currently focusing our efforts...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There are too many uncertainties in this case! It's impossible to determine that she's the culprit! Surely you haven't forgotten the matter of the letter!
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
I already told you, it was just a simple mistake. The letter was in another pocke- YEOWCH!
Franziska:
...You talk too much.
Blaise:
Now, now. Let's all play nice. Everyone, just calm down.
Courtney:
...I'm sorry that you had to witness such an unsightly scene, Mr. Chairman.
Blaise:
Don't apologize Courtney. I can follow everyone's logic. ...Except Sebastian's, that is.
Debeste:
H-Hey! Pops...
Edgeworth:
Chairman Debeste, I am a prosecutor. My duty is to bring criminals to justice. However, I won't make someone out to be a criminal without sufficient motive and evidence.
Blaise:
Hrm, I've heard about you and your relationship with the suspect, y'know. Ah, to share such a strong bond...
Edgeworth:
......
Gumshoe:
Kay has assisted the police in arresting criminals countless times, pal!
Edgeworth:
There are too many facets of this case that remain unexplored...!
Blaise:
I see. The bonds of youth are a wonderful thing, indeed. ...But, that is that and this is this. Y'know?
Gumshoe:
What's that supposed to mean!?
Blaise:
The Prosecutor's Office needs to resolve this case as quickly as possible. I mean, just think of all the other cases that are piling up. There's no time to waste here. It's unfortunate, but... you understand, right, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
What...!?
Blaise:
Now then, Kay Faraday. I'd like to arrest you now.
Kay:
.....Okay.
Gumshoe:
No! I won't let you! Kay's innocent, pal!
Courtney:
To defy Chairman Debeste, is to defy the law. It would be a grave act of disloyalty. In other words, a hearing won't be needed. Are you prepared to lose your Prosecutor's Badge?
Gumshoe:
Th-That's...! Mr. Edgeworth's badge...! You can't do that!
Franziska:
...Using a prosecutor's badge as a shield. What has the P.I.C. come to...?
Edgeworth:
Kay...! You haven't done anything wrong!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... It was only for a short time, but... Thank you for everything... I'm sorry... I turned out to be a criminal...
Courtney:
We will make sure to impart your confession to the Goddess of Law.
Edgeworth:
.....Nngh! (What... should I do!? When I was young, I wanted to become a defense attorney like my father... Someone who can fight to save those in need...! And right now... this badge is holding me back. A mere badge, for the life of a dear friend... I don't even have to consider it...!)
Kay:
...Alright. Farewell... Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hold it right there! Judge Courtney!
Courtney:
...What is it now, Prosecutor Edgeworth? ! This is... your prosecutor's badge! Prosecutor Edgeworth! What is the meaning of this!?
Edgeworth:
...Consider this my resignation. I am... no longer a prosecutor!
Kay:
M... Mr. Edgeworth...?
Franziska:
Wh-What are you doing!? Explain yourself! Miles Edgeworth! You... you can't be serious!?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! You... you're joking, right? If you aren't a prosecutor, then I...!
Edgeworth:
My only mission is to bring the truth to light. If it's the prosecutor's path to turn a blind eye to the truth... ...then that title is worth nothing to me! I... will walk in the path that I believe in. ...I will not be stopped here!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
You, you're running away from Von Karma... from me!?
Edgeworth:
.....No matter what you say, I don't intend to go back on my decision.
Franziska:
So... you're leaving me behind again!? I'll never... Never forgive you for this!
Kay:
N-No... This is all my fault...! ...I'm sorry. If only I weren't here...
Edgeworth:
Wait! Kay! Detective Gumshoe! Don't follow me!
Gumshoe:
B-But! Mr. Edgeworth...! Boss...!
Edgeworth:
...I'm not your "boss" anymore, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Th-That's...! That's just too much, sir! It's always been you and me! We've always been a team!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, you no longer need to follow my lead. You... should try to accomplish whatever you can on your end!
Gumshoe:
.....!
Blaise:
Ahh, ahh, this is bad. We just let a dangerous criminal escape. How could I let her get away... and after all my hard work... Y'see...
Courtney:
Rest assured, Mr. Chairman. This area will be locked down immediately.
Blaise:
Good. I expect the best from you, Courtney.
Courtney:
......
To be continued.
April 5, 5:58 PMHigh Prosecutors' OfficesRoom 1202
Edgeworth:
Kay! (She's not here either. Where in the world could she have gone...?)
Ray:
Knock knock, I'm here.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields...!
Ray:
What's going on, Miles? Why the long face...? Take it from Uncle Ray, you won't be popular with the ladies looking like that.
Edgeworth:
Why are you here? Did something happen?
Ray:
That's my line. Have you seen the news? About the murder at the P.I.C. headquarters? Your hearing... Wasn't it there today? I found myself wondering if you guys had somehow got caught up in it.
Edgeworth:
Wait, it's already made the news?
Ray:
I hear they're searching for a teenage girl suspected of killing an attorney... I can't imagine it could have been her, but... it has been bothering me. Could you give me the full rundown?
Edgeworth:
Th-The truth is...
Ray:
M-Miles, are you trying to give your Uncle Ray a heart attack?
Edgeworth:
I'm not joking. She really did lose her memory...
Ray:
On top of that, she's a suspect... That make things even difficult. Where would she have run off to? She lost her memory, right?
Edgeworth:
I was hoping she would return here, but...
Ray:
Not likely. She felt responsible for what happened to you, right? Then, there's no way she would come back here.
Edgeworth:
I know that! But, where else can I look...?
Ray:
Calm down, Miles. This isn't like you. It's rare to see you get so heated up. Well... not that it's a bad thing. If you're trying this hard to save an innocent suspect from false charges... ...I'm sure you'd make a great defense attorney.
Edgeworth:
Actually... just a while ago... I turned in my badge... ...but that doesn't mean I've decided to become a defense attorney. Besides, Kay isn't just a mere suspect. I may have only known her for a short time... but we've been through quite a lot together. And I know she isn't capable of murder!
Ray:
...I'm surprised. I never thought you would go so far to support someone else. I don't know if you even realize it yourself, but... ...it seems a deep bond has already begun to grow between you and Kay. I'd say it even gives my bond with your father a run for its money.
Edgeworth:
No... It's not that deep. She just keeps barging into my state of affairs.
Ray:
Ha ha. Yeah, that girl can be quite a handful. But I'm certain that something has changed inside you since you met her.
Edgeworth:
......
Ray:
I'm really jealous, you know. After all, I lost my old partner. That's why you need to find Kay right now. I don't want you to lose your bond like your Uncle Ray did...
Edgeworth:
......
Ray:
Well then, I have a proposal. We have no idea where she is. And searching around blindly won't get us anywhere. In that case... why don't we try searching for the cause of her memory loss? Maybe that could give us a lead?
Edgeworth:
I see... That might be a good idea. From what she told me, something must have happened to her at the Grand Tower...
Ray:
Great, that's it! Let's get going then! Hey. At the very least, could you stop looking so grim? If you stay that way, Kay probably won't want to come back at all.
Edgeworth:
.....Good grief. (I'm not match for this man...)
April 5, 6:42 PMGrand TowerViewing Platform
Edgeworth:
(It seems it's already dark...)
Ray:
Still open on the day of a murder. You gotta admire their capitalist spirit... But there's no one here.... Looks like we've got the place all to ourselves.
Edgeworth:
(To prove Kay's innocence, I'll need to investigate her lost memories...!)
Ray:
Hey, hey! Let's go, Miles! We can investigate the roof as much as we want! So let's do what we can.
Edgeworth:
Do what we can, huh? I suppose that's all we can do for now.
Begin Investigation
Grand TowerViewing Platform
Railing on the left
Edgeworth:
The person in the red raincoat who pushed Kay off the tower... She said they came toward her... from the direction of the stand. From that, we can deduce... ...Kay was pushed over the railing on this side (Railing - Person in raincoat came over from the stand and pushed Kay over.). (The railing is about as high as my chest... It's unlikely that someone could fall from here accidentally.) Hmm... I don't see any particular problems with this railing.
Raymond Shields
Ray:
Why do you think Kay lost her memories? Was there something she wanted to forget? Miles, did you say something horrible to her?
Edgeworth:
O-Of course not! I would never say anything that cruel to someone. Well, I might've said some unkind things to Detective Gumshoe in the past, but...
Ray:
I-I see... Now I feel bad for the big guy.
Cherry tree
Edgeworth:
It's a cherry tree with branches spread wide. The flowers are nearly in full bloom. (According to Kay's testimony... ...before she was pushed, she was standing under the cherry tree (Where was Kay standing? - Kay testified that she remembers standing under the cherry tree.).)
Two statues
Edgeworth:
(It's a statue of a creature with the body of a lion and the beak and wings of a bird. These statues seem to be guarding the entrance to this peaceful park. It's an immaculate work, down to the last detail. But since it looks so fearsome... ...wouldn't it frighten away the visitors to the park?)
Pony statue
Edgeworth:
(It's a statue of a pony, sparkling in the twilight. Hmm... the statue has wings. Perhaps it's Pegasus, the flying horse of myth... No... there's a horn on its head. Could it be the legendary unicorn? But I thought unicorns didn't have wings!) ...Hm, what's this? There's a plaque at the bottom! (The title of this work is written on the plaque.) ..."A Magical Contradiction". (I suppose the only part of this work I was able to understand was the contradiction part...)
TV
Edgeworth:
(This TV seems to be used for showing advertisements for the companies at the Grand Tower. Right now it's just showing regular television programs though...) ...................................Hrm. (Wait! What am I watching this for? The Steel Samurai doesn't air today!)
Karin Jenson and Bonnie Young
Karin:
Miles Edgeworth! So we meet again!
Edgeworth:
What are you two doing here?
Karin:
Well, we came all this way, so I thought we'd buy some cotton candy... "And what about you? You want folks to get the wrong idea about you?"
Edgeworth:
Do not worry. I will decide my own actions.
Karin:
"You're just a no-good ex-prosecutor. It's no wonder you got the axe." ...Wait, what!? You got fired?
Edgeworth:
...You needn't be concerned with what happens to me.
Karin:
A-Are you sure? Errrm... Oh yeah! What happened to Kay?
Edgeworth:
.........
Karin:
Huh? Was there some sort of trouble between you two?
Edgeworth:
.........
Karin:
Anything I can do to help? How about an injection?
Edgeworth:
...I-It's fine. (Are injections her answer to everything?)
Karin:
Oh, right. It's getting cold, isn't it? Let's go home. Well then, Mr. Miles Edgeworth. Let's meet again soon!
Selling stand
Shopkeeper:
You, sir! How about some heavenly cotton candy, "Heaven's Tear"!?
Edgeworth:
"Heaven's Tear"? (Did they name them after the shape of the clouds you can see from here?)
Shopkeeper:
We tear a regular piece of cotton candy in half, and then sell it without changing the price. That's why the name is "Heaven's Tear". We tear the costs in half while crying tears of joy!
Edgeworth:
(...If the customers knew that, they would be crying tears of sorrow.)
Binoculars
Edgeworth:
(If you insert a coin, you can use these binoculars to get a nice view of the city. I'm sure if Kay were feeling better, she'd be happily glued to them. For her sake, I must thoroughly examine every nook and cranny of this viewing platform!)
(Moving to the center of map after examining cherry tree and railing and talking to Karin leads to:)
Kay:
Aaaaah! Oww...
Edgeworth:
Kay.
Kay:
Um, um... Don't mind me! I was just admiring the view beneath the tree!
Edgeworth:
...Did you just fall out of that tree?
Kay:
I didn't mean to fall! ...My foot slipped.
Edgeworth:
You're a suspect, and yet you remained at the crime scene... That's not a smart thing to do. Even if you have memory loss, shouldn't you have realized this much? This whole time, while you were playing this silly game of hide-and-seek... ...I've been worried sick about you.
Kay:
...Are you angry with me?
Edgeworth:
...Of course I am. Answer me. What were you doing here?
Kay:
.....
Edgeworth:
Did you think I'd let you off the hook that easily just because you have memory loss?
Kay:
Th-That's not it!! ...I came here because I thought I could get your badge back.
Edgeworth:
...What?
Kay:
If I don't regain my memories, you'll never get it back... I thought if I went back to where I lost my memories, then maybe I would remember... If I could just remember... killing her...
Edgeworth:
.......... .....Heh.
Kay:
?
Edgeworth:
...You're still the same as you were before you lost your memories. Your thoughts and actions have always exceeded my expectations. Without a doubt, you are the Kay Faraday I know so well... However... I cannot approve of your recklessness.
Kay:
...I understand.
Ray:
Cuuuuut! You get zero style points, Miles. Or more like, negative points! Here's how it's done. Kay, how about a hug?
Kay:
O... Okay.
Ray:
Oho! Well, then...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields!
Ray:
It was just a joke. Honest!
Announcer:
We interrupt this program with breaking news about the Grand Tower murder case... The police believe the culprit is a teenage girl who was present at the crime scene. She remains at large as the police continue to search for her whereabouts.
Kay:
...!
Ray:
Oh dear... This is getting pretty serious. Well, gang, what's the plan? We don't have much time.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It's only a matter of time before they find us here.
Ray:
So then, why don't you tag along with us for a while, Kay?
Kay:
But, I'll just cause trouble for you again...
Edgeworth:
It pains me to say this but I've got nothing left to lose at this point.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth...!
Ray:
This settles it. We're all in this together now. Miles, you're in charge of proving Kay's innocence. Failure is not an option.
Edgeworth:
Yes. I understand.
Ray:
Kay, I want you to help Miles with his investigation as much as you can!
Kay:
Y-Yes! I'll do my best.
Ray:
Let's be quick about it! Before the cops find us here! Unlike some people, Uncle Ray still has a lot to lose! Sheesh... If I lose the law office, I'll never be able to face Gregory...
Edgeworth:
(This man... I'm glad he's on our side.)
Logic
"Railing" and "Moon"
Edgeworth:
If I recall Kay's testimony... A person in a raincoat approached her from behind the candy stand. Then, this person supposedly pushed Kay over the railing opposing the stand. Moreover... ...Kay said she saw the moon over the person's shoulder. However, earlier I confirmed that the moon is floating in the opposite direction... And, on the night Kay lost her memories, it seems the moon was in the exact same spot. Therefore, the positions of the moon and the person in the raincoat don't match up. Her memories have probably become confused. After all, had she actually been pushed over the railing, she couldn't have survived the fall. Perhaps I should question Kay's memory of where she fell (Where Kay fell? - Kay probably did not fall over the railing.)...
"Where Kay was standing?" and "Where Kay fell?"
Edgeworth:
Kay was not pushed over the railing on this side. After all, if you fell from here, you wouldn't even be alive in the first place.
Kay:
But... I'm certain I was standing under the cherry tree. If I fell, then the only place I could have fallen was over the railing.
Ray:
Well, maybe the ground just opened up from under you and swallowed you up?
Kay:
The ground here can open up? How?
Ray:
No, no, it was just a joke, 'kay? Please don't take it so seriously.
Edgeworth:
No... Strange as it may sound, that may actually be the truth. Even if it's only a small chance, it matters not. Let's try searching the area around the tree.
"Fell down the hatch?" and "Is there a floor 51?"
Leads to:
"An extra floor between the 50th floor and the viewing platform... Why didn't anyone notice it?"
Cherry tree (after connecting Kay's location logic)
Edgeworth:
(Kay could not have fallen over the railing... There must be something around here that proves it!)
Before examining hatch
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining hatch
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Flower petals
Edgeworth:
(Flower petals are scattered all over the ground. The blossoms are not yet in full bloom, so the strong winds up here must be the culprit. Personally, I'd appreciate it if they spent a little more effort cleaning these petals up.)
Hatch
Edgeworth:
This is...
Ray:
It looks like a maintenance hatch (Fell down the hatch? - Did Kay fall down the hatch beneath the cherry tree?). Kay, maybe you fell down here? ...Nah, just kidding. There's no way something like that could happen.
Kay:
I'm sorry. I just can't remember if...
Ray:
No, that was just a joke. No need to take it seriously.
Kay:
Right... So, when should I take you seriously then?
Ray:
When, indeed. Well, if you jumped into Uncle Ray's arms...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields!
Ray:
Heh, come on, Miles. It was just a jooooke. A joke, you know?
Kay:
Oh, I get it! No one ever takes you seriously!
Ray:
Ouch... Th-That stung a bit.
Raymond Shields
Ray:
I can't believe this incident is already on the news. I wonder how they caught wind of it. Maybe they're doing a live report from that helicopter over there? Uncle Ray's gonna be on TV! Miles, make sure you tune in!
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What is he thinking at a time like this...!)
Kay Faraday
Kay:
Yes? Can I help with something?
Memories
Kay:
I came back here because I thought I might remember something.
Edgeworth:
Could you again go over what you told me before?
Kay:
Umm, well... It was raining, so I stood under the cherry tree to take shelter. And then, a red... A person in a red raincoat appeared. That person pushed me, and I fell.
Edgeworth:
Can you tell me anything about the person in the raincoat?
Kay:
...I'm sorry. I don't remember that much. No, wait... As the person approached me, I saw the moon just over their shoulder.
Edgeworth:
The moon?
Kay:
Yes, that's right. It's just a faint memory, but... ...I think the moon was in the exact same spot as it is now... It was floating just above the cherry tree.
Edgeworth:
(She could see the moon (Moon - Kay saw the moon behind person in raincoat. It's in the same spot tonight.) behind the figure in the raincoat? This is a new piece of testimony. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.)
Kay:
...Snatched loot of the Great Thief.
Edgeworth:
(Are all her mistakes biased towards a certain way...?)
Recollections
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, for a while now, I feel like I'm on the verge of remembering something.
Edgeworth:
What? Is that true? Well then, please speak freely. Say whatever comes to your mind.
Kay:
Umm... OK. I remember a faint scent... It was a wonderful smell coming from the counter of a food stall... I followed the fragrance, only to find a perfectly sculpted burger, resting on two golden buns... The tender and juicy patty made my taste buds sing with joy... Yes, I can remember what I thought at that moment! ...I want seconds!
Edgeworth:
(I-I... don't think this memory has anything to do with the case.)
Kay Faraday
Edgeworth:
You called yourself the Great Thief Yatagarasu. You prided yourself on being a "noble thief" who steals the truth. Do you remember anything about that?
Kay:
Well... Hmmmmmmmm..... ...Aha! Maybe I was called a noble thief because I won the Noble Prize!
Edgeworth:
(That's "Nobel", not "noble". And they don't give prizes for thievery...)
Present
Victim's Letter
Kay:
This letter... It's a promise I made, right?
Edgeworth:
If you can call conspiring to commit a crime a promise, then yes.
Kay:
A crime... But I was the one who wrote this letter, right...?
Edgeworth:
...This letter is not handwritten. We cannot be certain that you wrote it.
Kay:
Is... that so...?
TV
Reporter:
We're seeing live footage from the 50th floor! The investigation will continue through the night.
Announcer:
The 50th floor? Isn't that the meeting room of the P.I.C. Headquarters?
Reporter:
That's right! We can see the shadows of the investigators behind those blinds...
Ray:
Uh oh. Looks like making a clean getaway just got that much harder.
Edgeworth:
It seems we have no choice but to cleverly evade the eyes of the media.
Ray:
Maybe Uncle Ray should have become a spy instead of an attorney...
Edgeworth:
(If worse comes to worst, I may have to use Mr. Shields as a decoy...)
Ray:
...Miles. Just now, you were thinking of something terrible, weren't you?
Before deducing
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Grand Tower
Edgeworth:
This appears to be a live news broadcast. In other words, what we see on the screen is how the Grand Tower looks at this very moment.
Kay:
Does that mean we can be seen on the TV too...?
Edgeworth:
No. The camera is too far away and it's too dark to see us clearly. There's no need to worry. (It certainly would be bad if Kay were to be seen on TV right now.)
50th floor
Reporter:
We're seeing live footage from the 50th floor! The investigation will continue through the night.
Announcer:
The 50th floor? Isn't that the meeting room of the P.I.C. Headquarters?
Reporter:
That's right! We can see the shadows of the investigators behind those blinds...
Edgeworth:
(It looks like they are still investigating the meeting room. As the reporter said, you can see the investigators' shadows moving around. Hm...? There is... a huge contradiction in this image! I should present that piece of evidence!)
50th floor (after deducing)
Edgeworth:
(The investigation is still going on in the meeting room, which is supposed to be the top floor. However... There is a mysterious floor above it... Just what is that floor used for?)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
The contradiction is found here...!
Deduce 50th floor or floor above 50th and present Grand Tower Pamphlet
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Do you know how many floors this building has?"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This evidence clearly contradicts the footage on TV!
Ray:
Umm... Miles. I don't see anything strange.
Edgeworth:
Gah! (So it wasn't this then... There's something about this TV footage that seems out of place. How many floors does the Grand Tower have again?)
Edgeworth:
Do you know how many floors this building has?
Ray:
Of course. 50 floors, right? Just above the place where the P.I.C. conducts their "Practically Illegal Coverups"... ...couples are wishing for love. Kinda ironic, don't you think?
Kay:
So, what's this dark area above the 50th floor?
Ray:
Maybe it's the Tunnel of Love... Those are always dark, eh?
Edgeworth:
The viewing platform we're on now should be directly above the P.I.C. meeting room. However, the late-night investigation is taking place two floors below us. This is a clear contradiction!
Kay:
Was there a mistake in the pamphlet?
Ray:
No no, rather...
Edgeworth:
It's more natural to assume this building has a hidden 51st floor (Is there a floor 51? - There seems to be a 51st floor between the 50th floor and rooftop.).
Kay:
I see! So that's where the Tunnel of Love is!
Ray:
Awww... She's so pure and gullible, it's breaking Uncle Ray's heart.
Edgeworth:
Then why don't you take this opportunity to be more serious for once?
Ray:
You just don't get it, Miles. I joke around to make things easier for you!
Edgeworth:
(On the contrary, his painful jokes only make things harder for me.)
Edgeworth:
An extra floor between the 50th floor and the viewing platform... Why didn't anyone notice it?
Ray:
Normally, you'd notice it. I mean, how can you hide an entire floor?
Edgeworth:
That is where the problem lies. No one noticed something that should have been easily noticeable. In other words, it must be impossible to access the 51st floor through normal means!
Kay:
I see. Maybe there's a secret portal or something!
Ray:
Kay... Now's not the time to be thinking with portals.
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to recall the hatch at the base of the cherry tree. Isn't it normal to assume there's a room on the other side of the maintenance hatch?
Ray:
Heh heh... Uncle Ray likes where you're going with this.
Kay:
Let's hurry and check it out.
Ray:
There... we go. Now let's see...
Edgeworth:
This is...!
Kay:
Looks like there's a lot of stuff down there. Is this what they call... a storeroom?
Edgeworth:
There is no doubt about it. This is where Kay fell down.
Ray:
Of course. And with this the mystery is solved!
Edgeworth:
No, not yet. (We still have the mystery of the person in the red hood who was walking in mid-air...)
Ray:
Now, now. Let's not get greedy, shall we? We've found the storeroom, so let's wrap things up here.
Edgeworth:
I suppose... you have a point. (Hmm. It does seem to warrant an investigation.)
Investigation Complete
???:
Well, if it isn't Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Ema! What are you doing here?
Ema:
I heard about the case from Detective Gumshoe! Since I was already in the area, I thought I might as well check out the crime scene!
Edgeworth:
(This girl's name is Ema Skye. She's a high school student studying in Europe to become a forensic scientist. She's the younger sister of my former boss, and a witness in one of my trials two years ago.)
Ema:
Detective Gumshoe told me everything over the phone! He sounded really upset! He said you lost your badge at the Grand Tower, and Kay became a mummy!
Edgeworth:
P-Please calm down. I thought you left for Europe just a few days ago... Don't tell me you've come back already?
Ema:
Yep! And I've brought my teacher from abroad too. He needed an interpreter, so I volunteered to help.
Edgeworth:
If your teacher cannot speak English, why aren't you with him right now?
Ema:
He can still communicate with people! Don't underestimate the importance of body language!
Edgeworth:
(...That doesn't really count as a language.)
Ema:
But enough about that! What happened to Kay!? Is she alright!?
Ray:
My, my, what a good friend. Isn't this great, Kay?
Kay:
Y-Yeah...
Ema:
Umm, who are you? Are you Mr. Edgeworth's new assistant?
Ray:
Ha ha ha! On the contrary, my dear. I'm Ray Shields, head of the Edgeworth Law Offices.
Ema:
Edgeworth... Law Offices? Wait, you mean like defense attorneys!? Mr. Edgeworth, when did you suddenly become an attorney!?
Edgeworth:
N-No, it's not like that... (Now that I think about it, it is a rather complicated working relationship.)
Ray:
Don't sweat the details. Let's start with an introductory hug...
Ema:
Why'd you become a defense attorney, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Ray:
Hey, don't just ignore me...
Ema:
Because I don't approve at all!
Edgeworth:
Uh. Hm... Well, why don't we continue this conversation down below?
Kay:
That's right. The police could arrive any second now.
Ema:
...? Mr. Edgeworth, who's she?
Edgeworth:
I'll explain later. First, we have to go down the hatch.
Ema:
Ah, OK. Guess I'll be joining the prosecu- err... defense team?
Edgeworth:
...I'll explain about that, too.
Ray:
Well then! Let's go go go to the storeroom!
To be continued.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right... I need to reconsider the information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information. I need to think this over one more time.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Kay Faraday)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Kay. Could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Kay:
Uuughh... My head... It's... a man in red clothes... Furrowing his eyebrows at me... It's kind of scaring me...
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (That's me, isn't it?)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth. It seems that's not related to her testimony at all, sir.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I'll have to listen more closely to Kay's testimony again.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Kay Faraday)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Kay. Your testimony contradicts this evidence!
Kay:
A contradiction...? It could be because I just lost my memory... But I really don't think that has anything to do with what I just said...
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (So it wasn't this!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... Are you OK?
Edgeworth:
Yes. There is no need to worry. I will definitely see to it that you regain your memories.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Kay Faraday)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Kay. Have a look at this. Don't you remember something?
Kay:
What about it?
Edgeworth:
I would think the connection between you and this piece of evidence is obvious.
Gumshoe:
Kay's lost her memory, so you shouldn't say something so thoughtless!
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (So this wasn't related...!)
Gumshoe:
You can't be so rough on her in her condition, sir!
Edgeworth:
That's right. Maybe I should think a bit more carefully first.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sebastian Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. What do you think about this piece of evidence?
Debeste:
Why are you asking for my opinion?
Edgeworth:
Don't you see? This evidence contradicts your testimony!
Debeste:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAT!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I don't believe this evidence has that kind of meaning.
Debeste:
Eh! Is that right?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... (With Judge Courtney here...)
Courtney:
Also, you don't need to yell >Objection!Edgeworth:
Hmph... You don't need to tell me that.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sebastian Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. There is a contradiction in your statement!
Debeste:
Eh! Is that true, Justine?
Courtney:
It is not, Sebastian. It is Prosecutor Edgeworth's statement that is contradictory.
Debeste:
Of course! There's no way there could be a contradiction in my argument!
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (Isn't it full of contradictions!? My real problem is her rather than Mr. Debeste...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Courtney:
I'm afraid I cannot accept that piece of evidence. I do not believe it has any relation to my testimony.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (As I expected, she's nothing like Mr. Debeste. However, I won't back down so easily!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Don't you have a problem with that statement just now?
Courtney:
Should I have a problem with it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Exactly. Because there's no problem at all!
Courtney:
In that case, you should have refrained from speaking in the first place.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhooh! (I don't think that left a good impression...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. There is a contradiction in your testimony!
Courtney:
I cannot authorize this statement.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... And why not?
Courtney:
Because it's obvious you're bluffing.
Edgeworth:
Nguuuoooh! (Is that the impression I give off? ...Next time for sure, I will present evidence that will silence her for good!)
Too many penalties
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Nothing to Examine (Alternative)
Edgeworth:
There's nothing interest of here.
The Forgotten Turnabout
Transcript
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Part 1
Part 2
April 5, 7:06 PM?????????
Ray:
It's pretty dark down here... I can't see a thing!
Edgeworth:
Watch your footing, Ema.
Ema:
Ouch! I think I hit my head...
Edgeworth:
Kay, be careful not to slip. Take your time coming down.
Kay:
Ah... OK!
Ray:
Hmmm... The light switch should be somewhere around here!
Edgeworth:
Th... This is! (The hidden 51st floor... Is it being used as a storeroom? We'll need to investigate it thoroughly.)
Grand Tower Pamphlet data updated in my Organizer.
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth! Please tell me about the case!
Edgeworth:
Right then, where should I begin...?
Ema:
I see... This is certainly a serious situation!
Edgeworth:
(Why does she look like she's having so much fun...)
Ema:
Heh heh heh... looks like you're in a bind, Prosecutorial Attorney Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...I'm not a defense attorney. Nor is there such thing as a "Prosecutorial Attorney."
Ema:
This looks like a job for science! Don't worry. I've got everything here in my bag.
Edgeworth:
Are you sure you're up for this, Ema?
Ema:
Of course! So, once again... ...it's good to be working with you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
And I'm glad to be working with you, as well.
Ray:
Looks like we've got ourselves another cute assistant. ...So, what's the plan?
Ema:
That lift looks pretty suspicious to me!
Ray:
It... looks like it goes down?
Edgeworth:
I am curious as well... But first, we should investigate this room.
Ray:
OK. If you find out anything, be sure to tell Uncle Ray.
Kay:
And if I remember something, I'll let you know.
Edgeworth:
Yes, please do. ...Ema.
Ema:
Roger! I'm ready to support!
Edgeworth:
Well then... let's begin the investigation.
Begin Investigation
Grand Tower51st Floor Storeroom
Logic
"Prices" and "Big bucks"
Edgeworth:
From the price tags attached to the pieces of evidence, and that huge stash of cash... ...it's clear that buying and selling of evidence was being carried out here.
Ema:
In the hidden 51st floor, evidence was being trafficked! This clearly means something!
Edgeworth:
It seems further investigation is needed... ...about the dealings that went on in this place.
Ema:
If only there was a witness, we could just ask them.
Edgeworth:
(A witness...?)
Partner
Ema:
Ask me anything you want!
Notice anything?
Ema:
Since Kay's the suspect, I can't just stay silent!
Edgeworth:
I feel the same way. For now, we should calm down and search for clues.
Ema:
...No. After thinking it through scientifically, I've come up with an even better plan! I'll just give Kay an extremely powerful electric shock to her head... ...and see if that will jump start her memories!
Edgeworth:
Umm... W-Well. That seems a bit, no, quite dangerous. I would prefer to go with my proposal to calm down and investigate this room.
Ema:
Is that so? But in science, a bit of danger always comes with the territory...
Edgeworth:
(That's not exactly what you would call "a bit of danger"!)
Ema Skye
Ema:
I came back here for a while as my teacher's translator, but normally I study in Europe. That's right! To become a super forensic scientist!
Edgeworth:
That's admirable. Endeavoring to learn is the duty of a student.
Ema:
Yes! In order to excel in both academics and athletics, I've even taken up sports. For example, the competitions they have during Sports Day!
Edgeworth:
(...Oh? I wonder what sort of competitions she's referring to?)
Ema:
Unlike America, Europe has extremely tough, manly sports, and... Well, I'm sure you've heard of the "War of the Eyeglasses" at least.
Edgeworth:
(I've never heard of it before in my life...)
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Ema:
This is Kay's badge, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. This is her precious badge. ...Though she doesn't seem to remember it herself.
Ema:
Is that so...? Hmm. Maybe it doesn't have enough impact? How about I customize that badge a bit? Let's spruce it up a little with pink ribbons and white feathers!
Edgeworth:
I appreciate the offer, but... let's keep it like this for now. (Kay's memories would only become even more confused.)
Kay's Memories
Ema:
I wonder why Kay lost her memories? Maybe she saw something really shocking...
Edgeworth:
Indeed... She seems to have gotten herself involved in a murder case, after all.
Ema:
I also went through some pretty scary things in the past, as well... ...but thanks to my sister and everyone else who saved me, I can be who I am today. Mr. Edgeworth! We're definitely going to save Kay, OK!?
Edgeworth:
...Yes, of course.
Stuffed Animal
Edgeworth:
Do you like this sort of thing, Ema?
Ema:
Well... Between the fabric, the texture, and the weight, I find this item quite fascinating! Judging from the damage to the fur, it would appear that this was made quite a long time ago!
Edgeworth:
Umm, didn't you say it was "cute" earlier...?
Ema:
I do think it's cute. But that's a different matter entirely!
Edgeworth:
(I don't understand how that's different at all.)
Anything else
Ema:
Scientifically speaking, I'd have to say that the details are unknown.
Edgeworth:
So, in plain English... You don't know anything about it, right?
Ema:
It's not that I don't know. It's just that the details! Are unknown!
Desk on the left
Edgeworth:
Th-These are...
Ema:
Wh-What is it?
Edgeworth:
The items displayed on this shelf here, if I recall correctly... ...they're all evidence from past cases that I was involved with. What are they doing here...?
Ema:
Hmm. I guess that would make this place the P.I.C.'s evidence storeroom, huh?
Edgeworth:
These items should be kept in the care of the police.
Ema:
Don't they keep evidence in the Prosecutor's Office?
Edgeworth:
Only for current trials. However, once a verdict has been reached... ...the evidence is transferred over to the police department, and stored in the evidence room.
Ema:
But it looks like the evidence has been stored here instead...
Edgeworth:
(There's no point in worrying about it. For now, I should try examining everything.) It looks like some of evidence have tags in front of them. And there are numbers written on the tags.
Ema:
Maybe they're the ID numbers of the evidence?
Edgeworth:
No. Based on how large these numbers are and the nature of these items, I'd say... ...these are prices (Prices - Prices are attached to the piece of evidence. They seem rather high.).
Ema:
P-Prices! If that's the case... ...Wow! These are ridiculously expensive!
Edgeworth:
(She seems more concerned with the high prices than the legality of this whole affair...)
Before examining stuffed animal and deducing
Edgeworth:
(The evidence on display... I should inspect every nook and cranny.)
After examining stuffed animal and deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Star-shaped mark
Ema:
That's strange. Only this one spot is empty. But it still has a price tag, just like all the others...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Furthermore, there is a part of this cloth that is not covered in dust. Perhaps something was placed here not so long ago?
Ema:
I see! It sure seems like it. Hmm, but... ...what could it have been?
Edgeworth:
(This star-shaped mark in the dust. I wonder... Could it be related to a certain piece of evidence?)
Star-shaped mark (after deducing)
Ema:
The murder weapon was placed here, right? This storeroom... sure is a scary place.
Edgeworth:
However, Ema, at the same time... ...it also means this spot is deeply tied to the case.
Ema:
The spirit of inquiry is the cornerstone of science! Let's inspect every nook and cranny. ...Just not the scary places!
Stuffed animal
Ema:
Awww, how cute! This stuffed animal is so fluffy!
Edgeworth:
That's from Gourd Lake. (It should be in the care of the prosecutor assigned to that case right now... Why is it sitting here in a place like this?)
Ema:
Huh? This little guy's missing his left horn!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. His left horn... I'm pretty sure it was already missing when I first saw it.
Ema:
Then, this must be a defective product. I demand a recall!
Edgeworth:
(Now that I think about it... ...giving a broken toy to a country's president does sound strange.)
First time
Stuffed Animal data jotted down in my Organizer.
Ema:
This storeroom contains items to be sold, doesn't it?
Edgeworth:
It's unfortunate, but the possibility seems quite high. I suspect some nefarious individual has been selling evidence here.
Ema:
And people actually pay money for this stuff?
Edgeworth:
...Apparently, some people do. The price tags are proof.
Ema:
Different strokes for different folks, I guess...
Lamp and ink
Edgeworth:
Ink... and a lamp. Both are evidence that I've handled before.
Ema:
Why is all this stuff here linked to you?
Edgeworth:
Many of the items here are objects that I've handled just a short while ago. But it's probably only a coincidence that they're all collected here.
Ema:
A coincidence!? I never thought I'd hear you say that word, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
No matter how improbable, if it fits with the facts, then we must accept it as the truth... Isn't that the same with science?
Ema:
Aha! We should discuss science in detail some day, Mr. Edgeworth!
Iron Infant doll
Ema:
What a cute doll. It kinda looks like the Steel Samurai.
Edgeworth:
(It's the Iron Infant, son of the Steel Samurai and the Pink Princess... He was destined to become a hero of justice from the moment of his birth. So much pressure rests on his tiny baby shoulders. And yet, he carries himself with a grace and dignity that belies a toddler of his age.)
Ema:
...Hello! Mr. Edgeworth! Are you even listening to me?
Edgeworth:
Hm? O-Of course I am!
Small bottle
Edgeworth:
It's a small bottle. I've seen this piece of evidence before in the past.
Ema:
.....Huh? Is that all?
Edgeworth:
Uh. Yes. What more did you want me to say?
Ema:
Umm, I need to make a memo. Note to self... Even the most boring objects sound like works of art when Mr. Edgeworth describes them.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...! Don't read a memo like that out loud!)
Mannequin
Ema:
This mannequin... I've got it! According to my scientific reasoning... ...this is something you encountered in one of your past cases, right!?
Edgeworth:
...No, it's not. This is the first time I've seen this mannequin. (It seems completely unrelated to the other objects in this room. There's no price tag in front of this mannequin either. So then, why is it here?)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce star-shaped mark and present Candelabra
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"This dust pattern... matches up perfectly with the base of the candelabra!"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Ema, please observe the state of this area.
Ema:
Oh! Scientifically speaking, you've found something, right!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Wouldn't you say this spot is connected to the evidence?
Ema:
Hmm... I would say no, wouldn't you?
Edgeworth:
Argh! (So it's not connected...)
Ema:
Let's have another good look at this area! Surely, there must be something that sticks out to you?
Edgeworth:
(Something that sticks out... Perhaps if I compare it to the evidence I hold.)
Edgeworth:
This dust pattern... matches up perfectly with the base of the candelabra! It's likely that the killer got the candelabra from this very storeroom.
Ema:
Does that mean... the candelabra was also a piece of evidence?
Edgeworth:
It's quite possible. However, that is not the issue here. The murder weapon originally came from this storeroom. We must keep that in mind.
Masks
Ema:
Don't you think it's kinda creepy how all these masks are lined up in such a dark place?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Ema, are you not good with horror movies?
Ema:
N-N-N-N-No way! Horror movies are so unscientific.
Edgeworth:
(...So she's scared of them.)
Before deducing
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Orange mask
Ema:
Th-This mask is...! ...the Mysterious Global Hero... Onyankopon!
Edgeworth:
Why are you so surprised?
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth, don't you know? Everything about this show is shrouded in mystery! From he production company to the broadcast times... Even the merchandise is hard to find!
Edgeworth:
(Wouldn't that mean... the company simply went bankrupt?)
Flower mask
Ema:
It's Captain Saipan! He's really popular in Europe. All the kids, and even the adults, dress up like him.
Edgeworth:
(...I think the flower on his head would be a little too much.)
Helmet masks
Ema:
What TV show are these masks from?
Edgeworth:
I'm not very familiar with it, but... I believe it's called "The Students of the Starry School." Each member of the class is a hero of justice.
Ema:
So I guess those red and white caps are a part of their school uniforms! And maybe the number of eye slits on the masks corresponds to their class rankings? See, the one on the left is ranked Number 1, and the one on the right is Number 2, and so on.
Edgeworth:
Oh... I see. So that's how it works.
Ema:
If that's the case, the student with the lowest rank would have a mask full of holes...!
Edgeworth:
(...I guess we'll have to watch the show to find out.)
Pink Princess mask
Edgeworth:
When you think of the heroines from the Steel Samurai universe, she's the first to come to mind.
Ema:
That's right! I love the Pink Princess too!
Edgeworth:
...Ema, you watch this kind of show?
Ema:
Yeah, of course! You like it too, don't you, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
! No, I... wouldn't go that far.
Ema:
Really? Since you had a Steel Samurai figure in your office, I thought for sure...
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... So even Ema has noticed it...!)
Empty hook
Edgeworth:
Various masks are placed here... There's even one of the Steel Samurai. (Indeed, these are... fairly high-quality replicas.)
Ema:
Scientifically speaking... it's just a bunch of random masks!
Edgeworth:
It certainly does look like a hodgepodge collection of masks. Hmm, this hook is...
Ema:
It looks like a hook to hang a mask from.
Edgeworth:
(I wonder what mask used to be here?)
Steel Samurai masks
Edgeworth:
The Steel Samurai, Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo, and the Nickel Samurai...
Ema:
The Nickel Samurai always seemed kinda smug by comparison. And his slender build doesn't look cool at all! I definitely prefer the Steel Samurai.
Edgeworth:
(...Hm. It seems she has good taste.)
Files
Edgeworth:
These are...! Murder case files!
Ema:
Ehhh!? Wh-What are those doing here?
Edgeworth:
By all rights, they should be kept at the Prosecutor's Building or the courthouse, but... ...it would seem that someone has removed them. (Something is afoot, and we are none the wiser...!)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce empty hook and present Jammin' Ninja Mask
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"The Jammin' Ninja mask that Kay had with her..."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Ema, what do you think about this piece of evidence, and this area?
Ema:
Hmm... Scientifically speaking, I'd say they're not connected at all!
Edgeworth:
Nwargh! (That was fast.)
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth. Please look over this area again. Doesn't it feel like something is missing?
Edgeworth:
(Something is missing...? Do I have any idea as to what this missing item could be?)
Edgeworth:
The Jammin' Ninja mask that Kay had with her... Perhaps it was originally attached to this hook!
Ema:
That sounds plausible. Scientifically speaking. In other words... Kay came here?
Edgeworth:
It's quite likely. But... for what purpose?
Ema:
Maybe she was going to steal something from this place.
Edgeworth:
(A Great Thief who steals the truth, huh...) No, I don't think we can answer that question at this time.
Wooden trunk
Ema:
Scientifically speaking, this must be a wooden ice box. This chain is tied around it to keep the cold from escaping. Probably.
Edgeworth:
No, Ema... Wouldn't this be a costume trunk? It's made from wood that repels bugs in order to protect the clothes inside.
Ema:
Ah, I see. Of course! That's another possible theory. If your clothes are stored in a cold place, it would be nice and cool to wear in the summer.
Edgeworth:
(...I guess she's sticking to her ice box theory.)
Trophies
Ema:
There's a transceiver sitting next to all these trophies.
Edgeworth:
(It seems like they were lined up together on purpose...)
Ema:
Looks like it's still got batteries in it. Might come in handy later, so I'll pick them up for now... I'll be sure to put it to good use before I turn it in to the police.
Edgeworth:
(That sounds just like what a certain Great Thief would say...)
Statue
Leads to:
"This statue...!"
Yellow desk
Ema:
Wow... Talk about bad taste! I've never seen such a gaudy desk before! Just what kind of person would use something like this?
Edgeworth:
(The table top is being supported by four naked men. The design is quite painful to look at. It certainly is in poor taste.)
Ema:
Maybe this is also related to one of your past cases?
Edgeworth:
No. None of the cases I handled involved a person with such bad taste. (...Or at least I hope not.)
Kay Faraday
Kay:
Yes? Can I help with something?
Present
Stuffed Animal
Kay:
That's a cute stuffed animal. ...Is it a bull?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It appears so. I found this at a crime scene with you just the other day...
Kay:
One of its horns is broken... So I guess even a stuffed animal can get injured... Ah...! My head, it hurts...!
Edgeworth:
! What's wrong?
Kay:
For some reason, looking at that stuffed animal makes my head...!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I'd better put this away for now.)
Lift
Ema:
Look, look. Check it out. This lift has a sturdy platform and solid steel supports! According to my calculations, it should be able to support the weight of 50 Mr. Edgeworths.
Edgeworth:
I doubt there is enough space for that many people. It seems to be used for moving goods.
Ema:
I wonder about that. If you pack them in real tight, they just might fit. All 50 of them.
Edgeworth:
Impossible. That aside, there are still some more places in this storeroom we need to examine. We'll examine the lift after we finish our investigation here.
Ema:
Impossible, huh... Then how about 45! No, we might even be able to fit 48 people...
Raymond Shields
Ray:
Oh man. Uncle Ray's heart is pounding up a storm! Surrounded by so many cutie-pies in such a small, cramped room!
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Shields. Please try to be more serious.
Ray:
Heh heh heh. It was just a joke. Uncle Ray's keeping a close watch over little Kay. So you can continue your investigation without worry.
Edgeworth:
(You watching over Kay is exactly what I'm worried about...)
Money
Edgeworth:
There's a huge stack of money piled up here. ...How unrefined.
Ema:
They're all 100 dollar bills! Talk about big bucks (Big bucks - Stacks of cash found in storeroom. A big deal went down here.)! So, how many times your yearly salary do you think this is worth?
Edgeworth:
Leave my salary out of this!
Giant head
Ema:
What's this? It looks like... a giant head!
Edgeworth:
If I recall, this is the head of "Mrs. Monkey." (I believe it was from a case I was involved with in the past. It's impressive how they were able to get such a large object into this room.)
Ema:
Hrmm. "Mrs. Monkey", huh? That doesn't really have a nice ring to it. Maybe you remembered the name wrong, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Ngh... I-Impossible. (That can't be true!)
Edgeworth:
This statue...!
Ema:
Yes, is it some sort of new fact?
Edgeworth:
No... this is evidence from a case that I was previously involved in. (I believe it was called the "Alice Red" statue. There were supposed to be two of them, one real and one fake, but... ...no matter which one this is, it's unnatural for it to turn up in a place like this.)
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth, you've really seen a lot of cases..... huh?
???:
Gotchaaaaaa! Yippee-ki-yay! I got me a scoooooop!
Ema:
Eeeeek!
Edgeworth:
Gah... my eyes...! Stop it!
Lotta:
Ya ain't gettin' away from the Great Lotta's camera that easily! I reckon y'all must be criminals! I'ma snap 16 shots before y'all can even say "Cheese!"
Ema:
We're not criminals!
Lotta:
...Really? Ya ain't foolin' my camera of justice with those words!
Edgeworth:
Hm, you are...
Lotta:
Huuh? Yer... Ain't ya that heinous prosecutor from back then!?
Edgeworth:
Who are you calling heinous!? (This is Lotta Hart... She's a photographer I've dealt with during my past cases. I see her distinctive accent and her chatterbox mouth haven't changed a bit.)
Lotta:
Just look at that face! Yer obviously up to no good!
Edgeworth:
(It seems she has a bad impression of us.)
Lotta:
Now it's time to pay yer dues! Stand still while I photograph y'all!
Ema:
We only came here to investigate...
Lotta:
Lies! Ya think ya can fool me like that?
Ema:
...Mr. Edgeworth. She's not listening at all.
Edgeworth:
...She seems harmless. Let's just leave her be, for now.
Partner
Ema:
Ask me anything you want!
Lotta Hart
Ema:
Somehow, I get the feeling she doesn't like you very much, Mr. Edgeworth. She's even calling you absurd things like a heinous prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
She's been involved with a few of my previous cases. Her turning up here was a bit unexpected, but let us continue with our own investigation. If we gather clues, and connect them with "Logic"... ...then the truth will come to me. That is my way of doing things. I won't let a "heinous journalist" get in my way!
Ema:
.....Umm, Mr. Edgeworth? Are you bothered by being called a heinous prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
Ngh... M-Most definitely not!
The Information (after connecting money logic, before speaking to Lotta Hart again)
Ema:
I wonder what Ms. Hart came here to do? Armed with such a nice camera, it looks like she was after something.
Edgeworth:
We know that the trading of evidence had taken place here. There is a chance that what she was after may be related to that.
Ema:
I really don't want to, but let's  hear what she has to say!
Edgeworth:
Verily. I agree. (Especially about the "not wanting to" part...)
Lotta Hart
Lotta:
So... what're all y'all folks doin' in a suspicious place like this?
Edgeworth:
I-I was about to ask you the very same question. Why are you here?
Lotta:
For the people of the world, and for myself! I'm a social justice photographer after all! So I gotta take photo after photo after photo for my big scooop!
Edgeworth:
(It seems I won't be able to talk to her normally when she's like this...)
Lotta Hart (after connecting money logic)
First time
Edgeworth:
So, why did you come here?
Lotta:
For the people of the world, and for myself! I'm a social justice photographer after all!
Ema:
S-Social Justice...
Edgeworth:
Then allow me to guess the reason why you came here. Was it perhaps to expose the illegal trafficking?
Ema:
Oh, I get it. You were trying to get a scoop on the secret dealings!
Lotta:
...H-Huh. Y'all know that much already? Well, I reckon there ain't no reason to hide it anymore... My sources tell me there's some kind of black market auction bein' held round these parts.
Edgeworth:
What did you say!? So then, all this evidence here is...
Lotta:
Yup, they're the goods for the auction. There's a lotta dirty money flyin' round here. I wanted to try and catch it with my own two eyes. My source gave me a whole buncha info, but... ...I figured just hearing about it ain't enough. Seein' is believein', after all. So I've been stakin' out the place from behind this here statue since yesterday. The auction took place late last night, and went on 'til the early mornin'.
Edgeworth:
(A murder on the night of the black market auction. Could the two events be related...?)
Lotta Hart (after connecting money logic)
Lotta:
Y'all got somethin' to say?
The auction
Lotta:
Black market dealings in the Grand Tower!! Guess I really hit the mother lode this time!
Edgeworth:
Were all the items in the auction pieces of evidence?
Lotta:
There was some normal stuff too, like stolen art and the like.
Edgeworth:
(I wouldn't consider stolen art to be normal.)
Lotta:
But, I reckon the evidence was the star of the show here! These folks are law fanatics, tryin' to get their hands on the latest goods from the police.
Ema:
So that's what you wanted to get pictures of, Ms. Hart? Pretty much! They were meetin' right under this very storeroom. So I watched 'em from up here.
Edgeworth:
You said you were here since yesterday. Did you witness the entire event?
Lotta:
It was a black market auction, after all. They followed a fairly detailed procedure. First, the participants entered the storeroom from the viewin' platform one at a time. When they got in, they each took one of those masks on the wall over there... Funny thing 'bout those masks... They're all equipped with voice changers. Itty bitty ones. That way they wouldn't be recognized. They wanted to protect their... "an anemone"?
Ema:
You mean... their "anonymity"?
Lotta:
Yeah, that's it! Their "anomnintany"!
Edgeworth:
(Why not just say "identity" and make things easier for all of us...?)
Lotta:
After puttin' on the mask, they'd go down the lift, and the next feller would come right in. On the way back, it was the exact same thing, but in reverse. They'd come up one by one, return the mask, and head up outta the storeroom.
Ema:
Wow, that's pretty thorough.
Masks data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. How many participants were there?
Lotta:
11 people altogether. I counted each of 'em as they made their way down (Auction participants - Entered the storeroom from roof one at a time. Exited the same way.).
What happened? (appears after The auction)
Lotta:
I'll have you know, I wasn't just laid up behind this statue the entire time.
Edgeworth:
Then, where were you in the beginning?
Lotta:
The beginnin'...? Well, don't you worry yerself about that, ya hear?
Edgeworth:
(So she was hiding behind the statue the entire time.)
Lotta:
I watched the folks comin' in while lurkin' in the shadows... All secret agent-like...
Ema:
Note to self: secret agents like to lurk in the shadows.
Lotta:
And then, they used that lift over there to get down to the auction site. After they all went down, I watched the whole thing from the lift.
Edgeworth:
Did that lift stay down the entire time?
Lotta:
Naw, it came back up. But there's a tiny gap in the floor there. There's a bit of space between the floor and the lift platform, ya see. So I could see just about everything that was goin' on down there.
Edgeworth:
Then, did you see the person who was conducting the auction!?
Lotta:
Eh!? W-Well... yeah! You betcha, I did! What kinda story would this be if I didn't know who the "Conductor" was?
Edgeworth:
(The Conductor, huh? It seems I'll need to ask her for more details.)
The Conductor (appears after What happened?)
Edgeworth:
Do you have any more information about this so-called Conductor?
Lotta:
........Ya know. I came here to get me a scoop. What makes ya think I'll give up my info to you all willy nilly!?
Edgeworth:
Basically... what you're saying is, you don't know.
Ema:
Ah, I see. So that's why she won't answer!
Lotta:
.....What can I say? I couldn't even tell how old they were, or if they were a guy or a gal.
Edgeworth:
Can you tell me what the person was wearing at the time?
Lotta:
They had on a white jacket with a purple flower, and they were wearin' white gloves. But ya know, that don't mean much when I have no earthly clue who they really are.
Ema:
So the Conductor's identity was hidden, just like the participants?
Lotta:
That's right! They had on a mask and voice changer, just like everyone else!
Edgeworth:
What kind of mask... did this person wear?
Lotta:
It was... a "Zurvan" mask, I reckon!
Edgeworth:
Zu... Zurvan...! What in blazes is that supposed to be...?
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth! You don't know about Zurvan? He's the sworn enemy of Global Hero Onyankopon! "Zurvan, the Ruler of Time!" Seriously! Who hasn't heard of him!?
Edgeworth:
(Most people, I'd imagine...) Since the Conductor wore a mask, I assume you were not able to see their face...?
Lotta:
Not even a teeny weeny bit! And after I came all this way for my big scoop... *sniff*... This whole story's turnin' out to be nuthin' but fool's gold.
Conductor's Clothes jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(That set of clothes seems familiar. Perhaps I should show her that piece of evidence.)
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Lotta:
Th-That badge is...!
Edgeworth:
It's the genunine badge of the Yatagarasu. Perhaps we could trade some information...
Lotta:
Not a chance. The Yatagarasu ain't nothing but yesterday's biscuits. I need somethin' with more impact! That there badge won't stir up nothin' interestin'.
Edgeworth:
Stir things up...? Don't tell me you intend to spread false information?
Lotta:
Don't be draggin' my name through the mud. I just wanna spice things up a bit. ...Maybe dress it up a little and add some juicy bits here and there.
Edgeworth:
You shouldn't compromise your stories with fabrications, Ms. Hart!
Autopsy Report
Leads to:
"You said the Conductor wore a white jacket with a purple flower, and white gloves?"
Masks or Conductor's Clothes
Lotta:
Hmm. If I'm gonna make the news, I'll need to find out the Conductor's true identity.
Edgeworth:
That person wore a mask and a voice changer, right?
Lotta:
Along with a white suit and a purple flower. Aww, shucks! Was all this a waste of time?
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't say you wasted your time, Ms. Hart.
Lotta:
Collectin' info ain't easy! You gotta pay for film, and travel expenses... And after stakin' out the place for a whole day, I'm starvin'!
Edgeworth:
If you are truly after a scoop, you should be willing to endure that much!
Anything else
Lotta:
Lemme just say, if yer tryin' to grab my interest... ...ya gotta bring me something that actually smells like a scoop!
Edgeworth:
(...I guess this didn't catch her interest.)
Statue
Ema:
Earlier, you said that this was evidence from a case that you were involved with. At any rate, you've gotta admit that this is a very strange statue.
Edgeworth:
It's the Alice Red statue.
Ema:
.....Huh?
Edgeworth:
This is the Alice Red statue.
Ema:
But it doesn't look all red to me... Wait, the name is written here: "Alif Red" statue. Alif Red... All is Red. All is Red... Alif Red.
Edgeworth:
Hm? What are you mumbling to yourself about over there?
Ema:
N-No! It's nothing. Come on, let's examine some other places!
Edgeworth:
(.....?)
Edgeworth:
You said the Conductor wore a white jacket with a purple flower, and white gloves?
Lotta:
That's right. They sure looked spiffy for a criminal mastermind.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hart, did they look anything like this?
Lotta:
Heeeey! That's it! That's the Conductor! ...H-H-Hold yer horses! Are ya tellin' me the Conductor is dead!?
Edgeworth:
She is the victim of a case we are investigating.
Ema:
Her name is Jill Crane. Have you heard of her?
Lotta:
Can't say I have... So, she was a lady, huh. What kinda gal dresses like that? She get her kicks by foolin' me into thinkin' she's a guy!?
Edgeworth:
(I doubt that her intention was to deceive you... Setting that aside... We have established something of major importance. The victim was the Conductor of the black market auction.)
Lotta:
I see... so the Conductor was killed. Then that might explain...
Edgeworth:
Explain what, Ms. Hart?
Lotta:
Ah! N-No, no, no! It's nothin', honest!
Ema:
Ms. Hart... You clearly sounded suspicious just now.
Lotta:
And I'm tellin' ya, I ain't! Hmm, can't be...
Edgeworth:
...Sorry, were you trying to say something?
Lotta:
No, I ain't! I ain't said nothin'!
Ema:
Please don't be like that. Just tell us.
Lotta:
How many times do I gotta tell y'all? I'm a journalist! Information is what pays the bills. I can't just go around spoutin' everything I know! I've already said too much! I got nothin' left to say to y'all!
Ema:
Th-Then! What if I found some fingerprints for you?
Lotta:
Wh-What good would that do me!? I don't want none of yer dusty old prints! Why don't you two follow my example, and do some investigatin' on yer own!
Ema:
Ooh... I guess she won't tell us anything.
Edgeworth:
Not to worry, Ema. Just leave it to me. I have a certain method of drawing out information from those who wish to hide it. If my opponent's lips are sealed, I will be the one to unseal them. Let us begin.
Edgeworth:
First, let's analyze my opponent's demeanor...
3 CHESS PIECES
Lotta:
I ain't tellin' you nothin'! So quit wastin' my time.
Edgeworth:
(She seems rather impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation.) I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses. I'm almost certain... that she's hiding something from me. That's where I'll begin my attack. Now, time for the first move!
Begin Logic Chess
Give me the information.
Edgeworth:
I want you to tell me everything that you know, right now!
Lotta:
Nooooo way, Jose! I ain't spillin' my guts to someone I have no connection with!
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........  I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Perhaps I should use that clue..."
Let's calm down and talk this over...
Edgeworth:
Don't you think you're overreacting a bit? Let's just calm down and...
Lotta:
I'm always calm! Now leave me alone!
You don't look calm to me!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Alright, just calm down!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
A real journalist... always keeps her cool.
Edgeworth:
Speaking of journalists... I have something interesting to tell you. A few days ago, I met another self-proclaimed journalist. She spoke with an accent quite similar to your own...
Lotta:
S-She spoke like me? Then, maybe it was...
Yes. It was your student.
Leads to:
"...Nicole Swift."
Yes. It was your sister.
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
...Nicole Swift. She had a distinct way of speaking. One very much like your own. Furthermore, she said that she had a mentor... Could she have been referring to you?
Lotta:
O-Oh! So you know Nicole? Weeell, ain't that a fun little coincidence! Where'd y'all meet? Wait... No, no! Stop tryin' to get me to spill the beans! Phew, that was a close call.
Edgeworth:
(It seems that she lets down her guard when she talks about Ms. Swift. This could be a useful clue.)
Leads back to first
Let's calm down and talk this over... (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I should use that clue...
I'm an acquaintance of your apprentice.
Leads to:
"You say I have no connection with you, Ms. Hart?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You say I have no connection with you, Ms. Hart? But, don't we have a mutual acquaintance with your apprentice?
Lotta:
Ulp! W-Well, that's... I reckon it would be mighty cruel of me... ...to give Nicole's friends the cold shoulder...
Edgeworth:
Then, why don't you share with us what you know?
Lotta:
Well, when ya put it like that... I guess I could let you in on my scoo... N-No! I ain't fallin' for your nasty tricks! No siree!
Edgeworth:
Your "scoo"?
Lotta:
N-No, just forget it. It ain't nothin' important...
Do you have a scoop?
Leads to:
"Such a slip of the tongue... It's hardly becoming of a journalist."
Do you have a scooter?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Such a slip of the tongue... It's hardly becoming of a journalist. You have a scoop, don't you? Now, tell us what it is!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Lotta:
Aagh! A-Alright... Ya got me. I had me a perfect scoop... But I ain't tellin' you what it is! I'm gonna sell the story to a publisher!
Edgeworth:
The information she is hiding could be vital to the investigation. I need to make her talk. Next, I will press her on the contents of her scoop. She may be quick to lose her temper, but she's even quicker to loosen her tongue. She is not a different opponent. Now, to extract the information I need.
It is related to the black market auction...?
Edgeworth:
Does this scoop of yours have something to do with the black market auction?
Lotta:
What're ya talkin' about...? I don't know nothin' about that.
Edgeworth:
Weren't you in the middle of infiltrating the black market auction? The only logical conclusion is... that your story has something to do with it!
Lotta:
Y-You ain't gettin' any answers from me. I... didn't hear nothin'.
Did you hear something from Ms. Swift?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Did you hear something at the auction?
Leads to:
"You didn't hear... What, exactly?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You didn't hear... What, exactly? Did you hear something during the auction?
Lotta:
Um, no, that's... I just heard a weird sound, is all. It ain't even worth mentionin' in my article. J-Just forget about it.
Edgeworth:
(There's no question. Something happened during the black market auction. She heard a strange sound... This could be a useful clue.)
Leads back to first
Is it related to the black market auction...? (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
It is related to some sort of incident?
Edgeworth:
Does your story pertain to an incident of some kind?
Lotta:
Well, maybe it does... And maybe it doesn't...
Edgeworth:
That's hardly a clear answer!
Lotta:
Wh-Why're you always hollerin' at me...? I ain't done nothin' wrong... I just snuck in to do some investigate reportin'...
You were trespassing!
Leads to:
"You didn't do anything wrong? That's a bold statement..."
Go sneak around somewhere else.
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You didn't do anything wrong? That's a bold statement... ...considering you're currently trespassing on private property!
Lotta:
H-Hey! Yer doin' it too! Well... I guess a prosecutor's got the right to investigate wherever they please...
Edgeworth:
(I probably shouldn't mention anything about the current state of my employment...)
Lotta:
There are far worse people in the world, ya know... *mumble* I reckon I'm a saint... compared to folks who murder...
Don't tell me you committed a murder?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Is your scoop about a murder incident?
Leads to:
"Considering what you just mumbled..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Considering what you just mumbled... ...is it possible your scoop has something to do with a murder incident?
Lotta:
H-Hey, I was... only talkin' in general terms just now! I mean, anyone'd look like a bag o' roses compared to a murderer, right?
Edgeworth:
It sounds like you're just making excuses to me...
Lotta:
All I did was gather info on the black market auction! A murder incident? I don't know anythin' about that. I ain't seen or heard nothin'!
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Perhaps I should use that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I should use that clue...
Didn't you hear a strange sound?
Leads to:
"Didn't you say you heard something strange during the auction?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Didn't you say you heard something strange during the auction? If it stuck out to you so much, it must not have been a sound that you would normally hear. For example... the screams of a murder victim.
1 PIECE BROKEN
Lotta:
Ack...! H-How do you keep figurin' everything out so quick? Th-That's right. I stumbled upon a murder in the middle of my stakeout... But please, don't make me say anymore. This is the biggest scoop I've had in a while...!
Edgeworth:
The murder that she overheard... It's most likely the same incident we are currently investigating. This is bound to be crucial information. I'll finish this by confirming the credibility of her information. She has nowhere left to run. It's time to deal the final blow!
Tell me more about the incident...
Edgeworth:
Tell me what you know about the murder incident... in full detail!
Lotta:
Well, my memory ain't what it used to be. Not much I can talk about. I ain't the most attentive gal in the world, ya see...
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue from "Did you really stumble upon a murder?"
Leads to:
"Perhaps I should use that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I should use that clue...
Isn't accuracy part of your motto?
Leads to:
"I'd hardly expect a "bona fide journalist" to be so inattentive."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I'd hardly expect a "bona fide journalist" to be so inattentive. Didn't you just say your motto is to be faster and more accurate than anyone?
Lotta:
Uuugh. W-Well, that's...
Edgeworth:
As I expected, the credibility of your information is suspect.
Lotta:
B-But I know what I heard. ...I even got proof...
What are you mumbling about!?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
You have proof?
Leads to:
"You have proof? How is that possible...? Explain yourself at once!"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You have proof? How is that possible...? Explain yourself at once!
Lotta:
I got me some evide... Wait, you heard that!? W-Well... I was just talkin' to myself, y'all just go on and pay it no mind.
Edgeworth:
(It seems she's still hiding something. This is an important clue. I'll need to use it effectively.)
Leads back to first
Tell me more about the incident... (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Are you still hiding something from me?
Edgeworth:
Tell me the truth! I know you're still hiding something from me!
Lotta:
I ain't hidin' nothin' from nobody! I already done told ya everything I know!
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue from "Tell me more about the incident..."
Leads to:
"Perhaps I should use that clue..."
Did you really stumble upon a murder?
Edgeworth:
Did you really stumble upon a murder?
Lotta:
Ya callin' me a liar? ...Them's fightin' words!
If it's a fight you want...
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
It's a fight you'll get!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Lotta:
What're ya yappin' about? All yer doin' is wastin' my time!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
I'm a bona fide journalist. I would never publish lies in my articles. Faster and more accurate than anyone. That's my motto.
Edgeworth:
(Her motto, huh... This could be a useful clue. I should keep it in mind.)
Leads back to first
Did you really stumble upon a murder? (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I should use that clue...
You still haven't told me everything!
Leads to:
"Isn't there something you haven't told me yet?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Lotta:
If ya ain't sayin' nothin', I ain't sayin' nothin' neither!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Ms. Hart is getting increasingly impatient. As if she's trying to cut off the conversation. I must be careful with my time... I won't have long to consider my responses.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Isn't there something you haven't told me yet? You have evidence regarding the incident you witnessed! Something definitive enough to publish in an article!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Lotta:
A-A-Aaaaaaaaaghh! Wh-What in tarnation...? Let me off the hook already... Fine! I'll tell ya everythin'! I'll even show ya the photo I took if ya stop harassin' me! That good enough for ya?
Edgeworth:
...Checkmate.
Logic Chess Complete
Lotta:
I lost... I really lost... The Mouth of South... has been defeated.
Edgeworth:
Now then, it's time to come clean. Tell me everything that you know.
Lotta:
...I was watchin' the auction... Gatherin' info for my story.
Ema:
You didn't just watch, though. You got shocking photos too! Right?
Lotta:
Uugh... A little while after the auction started... ...someone won a bid, and the Conductor banged the gavel. Someone hollered, "We'll finish the deal upstairs", or somethin' like that. "That ain't good!" I thought to myself, as I hurried back to hide behind the statue.
Edgeworth:
Did you see whoever came up?
Lotta:
Not quite, but I reckon the feller that came up was the winner of the bid. I could smell the buttery aroma of big, fat wads of cash.
Edgeworth:
(Buttery aroma...? I can't imagine that at all.)
Lotta:
I reckon this room is where the bidders ponied up the dough for their purchases. The two of 'em talked for a while...
Edgeworth:
Wait. There was a second person in the storeroom?
Lotta:
You betcha. I reckon it was the Conductor. And then outta nowhere, one of them started screamin'!Almost scared my britches off. I rolled myself up into a ball and kept on layin' bow.
Edgeworth:
So you witnessed the murder!
Lotta:
Well, I wouldn't say that I witnessed it, but I definitely heard it though.
Ema:
Didn't you try to stop them?
Lotta:
Just stop right there. That ain't even funny. What's a dainty little thing like me gonna do?
Edgeworth:
(...Dainty?)
Lotta:
After that, I heard me some rustlin' and bustlin'. The whole time, I was really regrettin' comin' here somethin' fierce.
Ema:
Well, yeah, that makes sense. I mean...
Lotta:
But nothin' gets in the way of Lotta Hart and her photos!
Ema:
........
Lotta:
This was my big scoop! Ain't no way I was gonna let it slip away!
Edgeworth:
........
Lotta:
A bit later, I hear this loud thud. I figured, it was my last chance to snap a photo from behind the statue.
Edgeworth:
.......Well then, would you please show us the photo?
Lotta:
Awww... Why do I have to...?
Edgeworth:
Th-This is...!
Ema:
The person in the red raincoat who attacked Kay!
Edgeworth:
(The person in the red raincoat assaulted the victim in the storeroom... ...and then attacked Kay on the roof?)
Lotta's Photo data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
There's only one person in this photo. Where is the victim?
Lotta:
Yeah. I thought it was strange too. I coulda sworn there were two of 'em, but... ...when I looked, there was only the one. But, that's gotta be the killer, don't ya reckon?
Edgeworth:
(So, she's saying the victim disappeared (Victim disappeared - The murder may have occurred in the storeroom during the auction.)...?) You were able to tell this person was the culprit just by looking?
Lotta:
Their hand was stained bright red, so I figured it was them.
Ema:
What happened to the auction after the murder?
Lotta:
Nothin' really. It just went on like normal. I guess those rich folks didn't give a hoot. They got some nerve.
Edgeworth:
(The nerve of a journalist is nothing to scoff at either.)
Lotta's Testimony jotted down in my Organizer.
Logic
"Auction participants" with "Victim disappeared"
Leads to:
"If we assume that the murder took place in this storeroom..."
Partner
Ema:
Ask me anything you want!
Present
Lotta's Testimony
Ema:
Auctioning off evidence is unforgivable!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. How could this be happening under the P.I.C.'s...
Ema:
I mean, I wanna peek at the evidence too! Poke and prod it, spray luminol all over it. Doing it in secret is unforgivable!
Edgeworth:
For the most part, I agree. ...That one part, not so much.
Ema:
When we find the culprit, I'll punish him scientifically!
Edgeworth:
...Please keep it within the limits of the law.
Lotta Hart
Lotta:
Y'all got somethin' to say?
Present
Lotta's Photo
Lotta:
Not too shabby, wouldn't you say? I'm pretty happy with how it turned out myself.
Edgeworth:
After you heard the voices, there wasn't anyone else here besides this person in the photo?
Lotta:
I'm sure if there were, I woulda snapped their picture as well.
Edgeworth:
(As "sure" as she may be, I'm not sure if I can rely much on what she says.)
Lotta:
The victim vanishin' out of the blue... Now that would generate some good buzz!
Kay Faraday
Kay:
Yes? Can I help with something?
Present
Lotta's Photo
Kay:
The person who pushed me! I'm sure it was this person!
Edgeworth:
Yet you don't remember their face.
Kay:
But... that red raincoat... Umm, I'm sure of it, I think... ........Probably.
Edgeworth:
Please be more clear! I'd like a straight answer.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... When you look at me like that, I begin to lose my confidence...
Edgeworth:
My expression is not relevant. Was it this person, or not?
Kay:
That red raincoat... It has to be the one.
Edgeworth:
(If that is true, it would be impossible for Kay to be the culprit. I'll need to gather more evidence.)
Edgeworth:
If we assume that the murder took place in this storeroom... ...then we must conclude that the body was here as well.
Ema:
Huh? Isn't that... pretty obvious?
Edgeworth:
Do you remember how the participants left the auction?
Ema:
Of course. They'd pass through this storeroom on the way back from the auction... Ah!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. The culprit had to hide the body, so that the participants wouldn't discover it. (The real question is... where was the body hidden? (Where was the body hidden? - Culprit hid the body so it would not be seen by the auction participants.)) Ema, would you mind lending me a hand?
Ema:
Leave it to me! What do you want me to do?
Edgeworth:
Let's see... Use your luminol reagent to test for a blood reaction... If you would, please?
Ema:
OK! Let me show you the power of science!
Edgeworth:
(The glint in her eyes is getting brighter by the second...)
Ema:
Let's start by examining that ladder over there! Based on Ms. Hart's picture... ...the person in the red raincoat headed towards that ladder. Chances are, something will turn up if we check there! Just touch anything you want to examine! If you do that, you'll be able to spray the luminol reagent at it! If there's a bloodstain on the spot where you sprayed, you'll get a reaction like this. Even so... Ugh. No matter how many times I see bloodstains, they're always so gruesome... There's a blood reaction here, but it's kind of faint. Let's spray it with luminol two or three more times, so it'll be nice and clear! You can see it clearly now. Ugh... It looks even more gruesome than before. Do you understand how to look for bloodstains now? There are probably a few more bloodstains here, so why don't you give it a try, Mr. Edgeworth?
Spray luminol on top of ladder
Leads to:
"Let's search the rest of the storeroom for bloodstains just like that!"
Ema:
Let's search the rest of the storeroom for bloodstains just like that! First, let's look for a place to spray the luminol reagent.
Luminol
Ema:
Please examine the places you want to spray luminol on!
Ladder
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth! You already examined that bloodstain some time ago. Come on! Let's go look for new bloodstains!
Edgeworth:
(Why is she so enthusiastic about this?)
Wooden trunk
Ema:
You want to examine this spot? Let's spray luminol on every suspicious-looking nook and cranny!
Spray luminol on the inside of trunk
Leads to:
"Mr. Edgeworth! There's a bloodstain here too...!"
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth! There's a bloodstain here too...!
Edgeworth:
However... Why is there a bloodstain in a place like this?
Ema:
Maybe something that had blood on it was stored inside? (Bloodstain in costume trunk - A bloodstain was found inside the costume trunk at the storeroom.)
Before spraying luminol on lift
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth, there are places we still haven't checked yet! So, let's continue our investigation!
Wooden trunk (subsequent times)
Ema:
Do you understand? Criminals always leave behind bloodstains in unexpected places. There could be blood on the windows of your apartment. Or bloodstains on the carpet.
Edgeworth:
(That sounds like a smooth criminal...)
Lotta, Raymond or Kay
Ema:
Hey! You can't spray luminol on people!
Edgeworth:
Yes... Of course. I knew that.
Lift
Ema:
You want to examine this spot? Let's spray luminol on every suspicious-looking nook and cranny!
Spray luminol on lower left of lift
Leads to:
"Mr. Edgeworth! There's a reaction! It's a bloodstain!"
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth! There's a reaction! It's a bloodstain! But... Why in a place like this...?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps this was where the murder took place...
Ema:
Ah! It looks like some of the blood dripped down to the floor below.
Blood on Hidden Lift data jotted down in my Organizer.
Before spraying luminol on wooden trunk
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth, there are places we still haven't checked yet! So, let's continue our investigation!
Lift (subsequent times)
Ema:
Is this... the victim's blood?
Anywhere else
Ema:
You want to examine this spot?
Ema:
Unfortunately, there were no reactions here...
(Spraying luminol on wooden trunk and lift leads to:)
Ema:
Looks like we've found all the bloodstains in this storeroom!
Edgeworth:
It seems we have investigated the storeroom sufficiently.
Logic
"Where was the body hidden?" and "Bloodstain in costume trunk"
Edgeworth:
The reason why we found a bloodstain in the costume trunk... ...is because the murderer hid the body in that box!
Ema:
I wonder who won the bid for it. The trunk, I mean.
Edgeworth:
That, I don't know... (In a certain way, everything worked out exactly as someone wanted.)
Lotta:
Hold it! Hold it! It couldn't have been in that dressin' box!
Edgeworth:
...What do you mean?
Lotta:
When I first came down here, that box caught my eye too. It was just the right side and woulda made the perfect hidin' place! That's what I thought, anyway... But I couldn't get the dang thing to open. It'd been wrapped up real tight with a locked chain. The murder happened after that, so hidin' a body in there woulda been impossible, ya know?
Edgeworth:
A chain wrapped around it? That's a bit strange... Right now, it doesn't seem to be locked up at all...
Lotta:
...Huh? That's weird. Maybe my eyes were playin' tricks on me or somethin'.
Costume Trunk data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Ema:
Ask me anything you want!
Present
Blood on Hidden Lift
Ema:
What a splendid bloodstain.
Edgeworth:
I don't think there is anything splendid about bloodstains.
Ema:
Of course there is! You see, even bloodstains have various...
Edgeworth:
............
Ema:
...Scientifically speaking! Wait, are you even listening, Mr. Edgeworth!? In fact, it may be called a luminol test, but...
Edgeworth:
By the way, Ema, I would like to return to the investigation soon.
Ema:
Whaaaat!? But I'm not even halfway through my explanation yet!
Lotta Hart
Lotta:
Y'all got somethin' to say?
Present
Blood on Hidden Lift
Edgeworth:
Did you not notice this bloodstain?
Lotta:
Oh, did ya find that with the lumina-whatsit?
Edgeworth:
Yes. ...It's likely that the culprit tried to cover up the crime scene.
Lotta:
I ain't even noticed that at all. Did that happen when I wasn't lookin'? Because, ya know, I didn't actually see the moment of the murder myself.
Edgeworth:
Indeed... You were cowering in fear at the time, were you not?
Lotta:
I'm a journalist, ya hear! I was hunkerin' down to protect my scoop! ...I reckon I was snug as a bug behind the Alif Red statue.
Edgeworth:
That is precisely what I mean by "cowering in fear."
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining stuffed animal, and deducing star-shaped mark and empty hook leads to:)
Edgeworth:
And with that, I believe we have examined everything there is to examine here.
Ema:
Well then, let's head on down!
Ray:
Oh, have we decided on our next destination? Heeeey, Kay!
Kay:
Y-Yes, Mr. Shields!
Ray:
We wouldn't want you to get lost, so make sure you stay real close to Uncle Ray, kay?
Kay:
Right! I'll follow you closely, Mr. Shields.
Edgeworth:
(These two... Since when did they get along like that?)
Investigation Complete
April 5, 7:43 PMGrand TowerP.I.C. Meeting Room
Debeste:
Wha-wha-wha-wha...
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
This place is...
Ema:
Is this the auction hall?
Kay:
No, it's... the meeting room from before!
Debeste:
Ha... Ha ha ha... Wah hah hah hah hah! How nice of you to drop in, Kay Faraday!
Kay:
...!
Debeste:
You've got some guts! Hey, you guys, arrest her! Arrest her!
Edgeworth:
Wait, Kay is...
Debeste:
As for the rest of the riff-raff, just show them out the door!
Ema:
This is tyranny!
Gumshoe:
Yeah! It's tyranny, pal!
Ray:
Miiiles. This is kinda bad.
Debeste:
The light of justice shines above me! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hayaaaaargh! YEEEEEEOOWCH!
Gumshoe:
Wh-Why... me too...?
Franziska:
Oh, that's strange. I was aiming for that weak ex-prosecutor.
Debeste:
You were clearly aiming at me!
Franziska:
Maybe something got in my way. Particularly...
Debeste:
HNGYEEEAARGH!
Franziska:
...right around here.
Edgeworth:
Franziska...
Franziska:
Just what do you think you're doing here, Ex-prosecutor Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...I do not believe that Kay is the culprit behind this incident.
Franziska:
You're just an ordinary man without investigation rights. What you say does not matter... I am Franziska von Karma. I will never stop moving forward. However, you chose to quit. The outcome of our battle has already been decided.
Edgeworth:
I cast away my badge... because it became a millstone around my neck. I shall continue moving forward, even without it. The path I walk will surely lead to the truth... My actions are driven by that belief. And that is something which will never change.
Franziska:
So, you're saying that you've found a path to the truth? Then show it to me! But if that path... proves to be a foolish one, it will not survive my whip!
-- Franziska's Logic --
Franziska:
The victim used her keycard and entered this room with the culprit.
Then, the culprit stabbed the victim in the chest with the candelabra, killing her.
Shouldn't the letter make it obvious who the culprit is?
Of course, the crime scene was right here in this room: the P.I.C. meeting room.
The proof is the bloodstain we found here in the meeting room! That settles it, Miles Edgeworth.
Ema:
Ms. von Karma seems really confident, doesn't she?
Ray:
Ah, I see! She's a fiery one, isn't she? I don't mind a feisty cutie. So how about an introductory hu-UUUUUG!
Franziska:
...How repulsive. Well, Miles Edgeworth. Can you break my logic? If you truly have no intention of stopping here, prove it to me with evidence!
Edgeworth:
...Very well. I'll show you, Franziska. The evidence that paves my path!
Rebuttal
-- Franziska's Logic --
Franziska:
The victim used her keycard and entered this room with the culprit.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was there nothing suspicious about the security system?
Franziska:
The meeting room's security is perfect, much like my logic. ...There is no room for doubt.
Edgeworth:
(Your logic isn't as perfect as you think...) ...In any case, your opinion has not changed?
Franziska:
Yes. The victim and the culprit entered the room together.
Franziska:
Then, the culprit stabbed the victim in the chest with the candelabra, killing her.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Did the victim's wounds match up with the candelabra?
Franziska:
The victim's chest was pierced in three places simultaneously by a sharp metal object. Is there anything else that could have done such a thing? That should all be written in Dr. Young's autopsy report.
Edgeworth:
...So you're sure that the murder weapon was the candelabra?
Franziska:
Exactly. As for who the culprit is...
Franziska:
Shouldn't the letter make it obvious who the culprit is?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you have anything to confirm that the letter was actually sent by Kay?
Franziska:
Are you proposing that it was forged by the real criminal? That possibility was dismissed some time ago. There were no traces of forgery on the letter. Of course, there were no other traces besides Kay Faraday and the victim found on the letter.
Edgeworth:
...Are you saying you found Kay's fingerprints on the letter?
Franziska:
The only fingerprints we found belonged to the victim.
Ray:
In other words... you can't really say that Kay is the culprit.
Franziska:
Didn't I just say that the possibility of a forgery has been dismissed? That letter was originally sent by Kay Faraday. Therefore, it is only natural to assume that she is the culprit.
Franziska:
Of course, the crime scene was right here in this room: the P.I.C. meeting room.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you have any proof that the crime took place in this room?
Franziska:
"A Von Karma is perfect in every way." Perhaps you forgot that when you gave up your badge?
Franziska:
The proof is the bloodstain we found here in the meeting room! That settles it, Miles Edgeworth.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Have we determined who the blood actually belongs to?
Franziska:
The blood analysis confirmed that it belonged to the victim.
Edgeworth:
Just because the bloodstain was found here, doesn't mean that this was the scene of the crime.
Franziska:
You forget, Miles Edgeworth, that in court, evidence is everything. If you believe this room is not the crime scene, show me the evidence that proves it!
Edgeworth:
(Evidence that shows where the crime took place? We may not be in court, but... I'll show her the truth!)
Present Blood on Hidden Lift
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"If memory serves me correctly..."
Ema:
Ms. von Karma isn't showing any openings!
Edgeworth:
However, there is one fact we know that she does not.
Ema:
They're not the only ones who can perform scientific investigations!
Edgeworth:
(And therein lies the proof... the path to the truth I've found!)
Edgeworth:
If memory serves me correctly... ...the blood in the meeting room was found in front of the statue of Lady Justice, was it not?
Franziska:
To murder someone before Lady Justice... This culprit knows no fear.
Edgeworth:
I wonder about that. Have a look at this piece of evidence. Blood was found in the storeroom right above the meeting room. As you can see, there are signs that it has dripped down onto the floor below. And right under the hidden lift is...
Franziska:
The statue of Lady Justice...!
Edgeworth:
Then you understand. The murder did not take place here. The killer murdered the victim in the storeroom, and then moved the body to this room. What Lady Justice witnessed was a coward trying to conceal their crime! And not the moment of the murder!
Franziska:
.........
Edgeworth:
(...She's smiling?)
Franziska:
...Pardon me. I just remembered a conversation quite similar to this one. As I expected, Miles Edgeworth. ...Such naïveté couldn't possibly be an act.
Gumshoe:
Just how is Mr. Edgeworth naïve!? YEOOOOOOWCH!
Franziska:
Have you forgotten? Or are you just playing the foolish fool? The amount of blood in the meeting room is clearly greater than in the storeroom.
Gumshoe:
Uugh... Please don't just hit me and then ignore me... YEAAAARGH!
Franziska:
Such a large amount of blood couldn't have simply dripped from the floor above. And even if it had, there should have been much more blood left behind in the storeroom! The murder could not have occurred anywhere other than this meeting room!
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. You're as predictable as always, Franziska.
Franziska:
Wh-What...!
Edgeworth:
The difference in the amount of blood is just as you say. The question is, why does such a difference exist?
Franziska:
That issue is trivial. I've already explained it with my perfect logic.
Edgeworth:
In that case, how do you explain the blood that was found in the storeroom? I don't suppose you're going to tell me that it somehow sprayed all the way up there?
Debeste:
Like a water fountain? No waaay!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. It's impossible. In other words... ...the reason for the difference in the amount of blood is... (The amount of blood in the meeting room and the storeroom are different because...)
The weapon was pulled out here
Leads to:
"The victim died of a stab wound. Naturally, there would be a significant amount of blood loss."
She was stabbed here
Edgeworth:
The victim was stabbed with the murder weapon in the meeting room!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth, who was it that said the storeroom was the scene of the crime? Take responsibility for your own claims!
Edgeworth:
Gwaaah! (It seems I was mistaken! The blood in the storeroom must have been left when the victim was stabbed. There must have been another moment when the victim was bleeding more heavily. That would explain why such a large amount of blood was left in the meeting room!)
Franziska:
It seems you can't explain the difference in the amount of blood that was left behind.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Do not take me lightly. I already know the answer to that.
Leads back to:
"(The amount of blood in the meeting room and the storeroom are different because...)"
She was stabbed in the storeroom
Edgeworth:
The victim was stabbed in the storeroom with the murder weapon!
Franziska:
Being stabbed in the storeroom doesn't explain the difference in the amount of blood... That explanation is unacceptable!
Edgeworth:
Mmmph! (So it wasn't that! The blood in the storeroom must have been left when the victim was stabbed. There must have been another moment when the victim was bleeding more heavily. That would explain why such a large amount of blood was left in the meeting room!)
Franziska:
It seems you can't explain the difference in the amount of blood that was left behind.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Do not take me lightly. I already know the answer to that.
Leads back to:
"(The amount of blood in the meeting room and the storeroom are different because...)"
Edgeworth:
The victim died of a stab wound. Naturally, there would be a significant amount of blood loss.
Franziska:
...That's obvious just from looking at the bloodstain.
Debeste:
But that's so weird! She was attacked in the storeroom, but there was less blood found there than... GYAAAUUGH!
Franziska:
Silence! You third-rate prosecutor!
Debeste:
But I'm the Best... GYAAAUUGH!
Edgeworth:
Do you know when you lose the most blood after getting stabbed with a sharp object?
Ema:
Ah! I know! It's when the sharp object is pulled out, right!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. After being stabbed with the candelabra, the body was moved to the meeting room. And then, the murder weapon was pulled out right here in this very room... That would account for the difference in the amount of blood that was left behind!
Ema:
But why would the culprit go through all that trouble?
Edgeworth:
Most likely to give the impression that the murder occurred in the meeting room. It seems Ms. Crane's keycard was used last night... ...but based on the time of use, it must have been a ploy by the culprit to mislead us. In all likelihood, it was the culprit who used the keycard to enter the meeting room.
Franziska:
Why would culprit have needed to do that?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps they feared that the storeroom would be found out during the investigation? If they were involved in the auction, they would not have wanted it to become public.
Meeting Room Blood data jotted down in my Organizer.
Franziska:
The auction... you say?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps you should go upstairs and see for yourself what items are on display. I'm sure that will allow you to understand what occurred here.
Franziska:
........ ...Impressive, Miles Edgeworth. You're willing to go that far to protect her?
Edgeworth:
There's something big lurking behind the scenes of this case. Kay simply got caught up in it.
Franziska:
You're exaggerating.
Edgeworth:
Am I now? More than anyone, I would think you'd understand the significance behind all this. Why would you, a prosecutor working with Interpol, be involved in a domestic case? Wasn't your objective to crush a certain international smuggling ring? If your search for smuggled goods has led you here... ...then, isn't this feeling I have related to the case?
Franziska:
...I'm relieved. You haven't lost your touch, even though you've turned in your badge. I've heard about your situation... from Scruffy over there.
Gumshoe:
Ah, umm... sorry, sir. I just wanted to help out somehow...
Edgeworth:
A wise decision, Detective.
Gumshoe:
...!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, are you the one in charge of this case? Isn't Interpol pursing the black market auction?
Franziska:
And what if I am? That's not something you need to know.
Edgeworth:
So, you knew about all this from the very beginning? You knew the black market auction was being held... right here.
Hold it!
Lotta:
Hey, hey, mind if I butt in? About that gal who turned up dead...
Hold it!
Franziska:
You!
Lotta:
Hey! I ain't done talkin' yet! AIIIEEEE! Ya ain't changed a lick!
Franziska:
This case doesn't need even a fragment of your faulty testimony!
Lotta:
What're ya sayin'!? I'm a bona fide journa-OWWW!
Franziska:
Back then...! You gave false testimony...!
Ema:
...Ms. von Karma seems to really dislike Lotta.
Edgeworth:
...I can't say she's fond of her.
Lotta:
Ain't that Crane gal one of them P.I.C. members? She's the spittin' image of the Conductor! I reckon she's... YEEOOOWCH! She hit me! She hit me again!
Franziska:
What is the meaning of this!? Answer me, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
From Ms. Hart's testimony, we obtained a description of what the Conductor was wearing. And it matches what the victim, Jill Crane, was wearing.
Franziska:
You mean to say... the one who was murdered was the Conductor! ........!
Gumshoe:
M-Ms. von Karma, maybe you should calm... AIIEEEEE!
Franziska:
It would seem that a new fact has just been brought to light. ...Indeed, I came here in pursuit of the black market auction. In order to arrest the organizer of the event... in other words, the Conductor!
Edgeworth:
If we believe Ms. Hart's testimony, then the Conductor is already dead. Wouldn't this mean that your investigation has ended in vain?
Franziska:
That's right. However... ...I swear on my name that I will not return empty-handed! I challenge you, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(A challenge is fine, but... ...why is she readying her whip like she's out for a victim of her own?)
-- Franziska's Logic, Pt. 2 --
Franziska:
I will concede your argument. The murder occurred in the storeroom, correct?
That would mean the culprit is someone who participated in the auction.
If that photographer is correct, the victim was the Conductor, and the culprit was a customer.
The culprit waited for the victim in the storeroom, where the goods were delivered.
Then, they stabbed the victim in the chest with the candelabra in the storeroom.
Franziska:
...That is all. I trust you have no objections.
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, that is not the case, because there is a hole in your testimony.
Ema:
As expected of Mr. Edgeworth! I didn't noticed anything at all! Well then, please settle this with one blow!
Edgeworth:
Yes, of course. Watch as I crush her logic!
Rebuttal
-- Franziska's Logic, Pt. 2 --
Franziska:
I will concede your argument. The murder occurred in the storeroom, correct?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You were surprisingly quick to concede.
Franziska:
I simply cannot deny facts that are backed by evidence. ...That is all. You have proven that the murder occurred in the storeroom.
Franziska:
That would mean the culprit is someone who participated in the auction.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The culprit participated in the auction... I'd like to hear your basis for this claim.
Franziska:
When I spoke with the staff of this building, not a single one mentioned the storeroom. The storeroom's existence must have only been known to a select few.
Edgeworth:
And that's where the items for the auction were being stored...
Franziska:
I see you understand. Yes, the culprit participated in the auction.
Franziska:
If that photographer is correct, the victim was the Conductor, and the culprit was a customer.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you're saying that the victim was the auction's Conductor?
Franziska:
Right, and the culprit...
Lotta:
Hey, ain't ya the one who told her that just a moment ago!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. That's right; however, I was simply making sure her logic is clear...
Lotta:
That ain't right... Yer doin' it wrong. This is the part where yer supposed to say "I dun goofed."
Franziska:
The culprit was a customer participating in the black market auction.
Lotta:
What in tarnation!? Now you've done it! Don't cover for him!
Franziska:
Of course... that is only if this photographer's testimony is need true.
Edgeworth:
(I can't tell whether they're on good or bad terms...)
Franziska:
The issue here is the culprit's actions.
Franziska:
The culprit waited for the victim in the storeroom, where the goods were delivered.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hart was in the storeroom at the time. Could the culprit really have been waiting there?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
I don't know where she was hiding, but... ...since you've seen it, you must know as well. There are numerous hiding places in that storeroom.
Edgeworth:
So the culprit was hiding while they waited for the victim to arrive...
Franziska:
I believe the crime occurred after the auction ended. After all, the victim was the organizer of the auction, the Conductor. During the auction, the organizer would have to be in front of the customers the entire time.
Edgeworth:
(After the auction ended...?) Please add that statement to your testimony.
Adds statement:
"I believe the crime occurred after the auction ended."
Franziska:
I believe the crime occurred after the auction ended.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The victim was killed after the auction ended... Are you certain of that?
Franziska:
The victim was the Conductor. That is the only possibility.
Ema:
Without the Conductor, the auction couldn't have been held.
Edgeworth:
The auction couldn't have been held...? (Something seems odd in this testimony...)
Present Lotta's Testimony
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"As I thought, you are one step behind."
Franziska:
Then, they stabbed the victim in the chest with the candelabra in the storeroom.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The candelabra in the storeroom? How do you know that?
Franziska:
If the murder weapon had been prepared in advance... ...the victim's chest would have been stabbed with something completely different. Based on the culprit's auctions, it's clear where the murder weapon came from.
Ema:
There were signs suggesting that the candelabra was once placed in the storeroom, too.
Franziska:
The items in the storeroom were intended to be sold as goods in the auction. Although, where the murder weapon was procured from is not the main issue here.
Edgeworth:
(At first glance, her logic seems to hold up, but something just doesn't feel quite right... I'll need to draw out more information.)
Edgeworth:
As I thought, you are one step behind.
Franziska:
What did you say...!?
Edgeworth:
The victim was not the Conductor, and I have proof. Ms. Hart's testimony.
Franziska:
That photographer's testimony is not truthworthy!
Lotta:
What're ya'll sayin'!? I'm a bona fide journa- OWWW!
Franziska:
Cease your idle chatter!
Lotta:
YEEEHAAAWW!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, calm down and listen. Ms. Hart witnessed a part of the murder. The main point here is that after witnessing the murder, she says the auction continued...
Lotta:
That's right! Sure as can be! They all just kept goin' on shamelessly!
Edgeworth:
Do you think the auction could have continued without someone conducting it? If the victim was not the Conductor, the person killed must have been... a customer!
Franziska:
Nooooooooooo!
Edgeworth:
As I said from the beginning, Kay is not the culprit. After all, she herself was attacked by someone and lost consciousness. In which case, that would also make her a victim.
Ray:
If the auction continued after the incident occurred...
Edgeworth:
Yes. And the victim was not the Conductor, but a customer...
???:
That's enough!
Edgeworth:
(That voice...!)
Courtney:
Order in the court. The Chairman will now enter.
Blaise:
My, my. No need to be so stiff. Actually... feel free to call me Blaisie.
Debeste:
Well, then... Blaisie, what brings you here?
Blaise:
Huh? Well, well. I just wanted to see if my idiot son was working hard, is all.
Edgeworth:
(Is this kind of father-son relationship really healthy...?)
Blaise:
I had come to light a fire under you, but it seems I've found an unexpected bonus. To think that the criminal who has become the talk of the town would be here, of all places.
Courtney:
Everyone! Restrain the suspect at once.
Edgeworth:
Please wait! Kay Faraday is not the cul-
Blaise:
Silence!
Edgeworth:
...!
Blaise:
This is quite troubling, Edgeworth. Didn't I tell you earlier? The P.I.C. desires a swift resolution to this case. If it's not, we could lose our trust with the public. They'd call us the Waste of Time Committee. Y'know, it's troubling for me as well, that sort of thing... And at my age too... *sniff* *sniff*
Courtney:
And on top of that... an illegal investigation is not something that I can overlook. Have you forgotten? You are no longer a prosecutor. You have lost all your authority. Furthermore... you have aided a criminal in evading the law.
Blaise:
Yes, yes. That's right. You're so reliable, Courtney.
Edgeworth:
I am aware of the consequences of my actions. You may punish me as you wish. However... ...we have found a new suspect. It's the person pictured here. Kay Faraday was attacked by this person and...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
There is no need for your explanation. Just recently, a red raincoat was discovered in the vicinity of this building. The victim's blood and cherry blossom petals were found on the hood.
Edgeworth:
Cherry blossom petals? (Now that you mention it, on the viewing platform...)
Courtney:
Yes. They probably stuck on due to the blood. They were littered around the bloodstain.
Blaise:
And we've received the forensic report on the blood, y'know. There's no doubt about it. The person in that photo is the victim, Jill Crane.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What did you saaaaaaay!?
Red Raincoat data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
I-Impossible! That would completely destroy the foundations of our logic. We had believed the person in the red raincoat was the culprit. And now it turns out... that person is actually the murder victim. W-Wait. If that's the case, then the prime suspect would be...!
Courtney:
Ms. Faraday. You met a person in a red raincoat on the rooftop, did you not?
Kay:
Yes. I did, but...
Courtney:
The person in the red raincoat was the murder victim. And Kay Faraday came into contact with that person. Since one of the parties is now dead, what happened next should be clear...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Kay was attacked by that person! As the victim, it would be impossible for her to be the culprit!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
There is no evidence she was attacked, is there? Furthermore, we must consider the possibility that the victim fought back.
Edgeworth:
It's far too early to come to that conclusion! Kay is not the criminal!
Kay:
......You're wrong.
Gumshoe:
K-Kay?
Kay:
That's... wrong. Even though I don't want to believe it myself... After hearing about the raincoat, I finally remembered. I only remember a little, but... from what I saw that night... ...the culprit... ...is me. I remember looking down... at the person in the red raincoat... Mr. Edgeworth! It was me! The culprit was me all along!
Edgeworth:
That can't be right!
Kay:
Then, why? Why do I have that memory? That person collapsed before my eyes... engulfed in a pool of blood... Why didn't I do anything? It must have been... because I killed her...
Courtney:
It is clear to me, the validity of Kay Faraday's memory.
Gumshoe:
Didn't you doubt it until just now, pal!?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Congratulations, Ms. Faraday. Your courage will surely allow you to be forgiven. Now, let us rejoice in the blessings of the Goddess of Law!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Allow me to give my opinion as an international prosecutor! Her actions as a criminal are...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Hurry! Arrest Kay Faraday at once!
Franziska:
How dare you behave that way before me...!?
Edgeworth:
You're being too forceful! Further verification is necessary! I'd even go so far to say this is unlawful!
Courtney:
Unfortunately, the law does not side with you.
Blaise:
It sides with me, y'see. But y'know, the beautiful bond between you two has been etched deeply into my heart.
Courtney:
That reminds me... we seem to have forgotten one additional suspect.
Blaise:
Edgeworth. That's you.
Gumshoe:
What's that, pal!? Mr. Edgeworth hasn't done anything wrong!
Blaise:
I beg to differ! ...That's right. Y'see... He's no longer a prosecutor, sadly enough.
Courtney:
Your actions have gone too far this time. An illegal investigation, and assisting in the escape of a criminal... I cannot even think of you as a former prosecutor! Now, humbly accept your punishment!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Blaise:
Oh, yes, that's right. I believe the plan of today was to hold your hearing before the P.I.C. Why don't we leave the hearing for tomorrow. Even though the result is already crystal clear. You should think long and hard about what you've done. ...Very long and very hard.
Courtney:
Court is now adjourned!
To be continued.
April 6Detention CenterHolding Cell
Edgeworth:
(This is the second time I've been in this cell... ...All of my evidence has been taken from me. The only thing I have left is Kay's Yatagarasu's badge. I'm worried about Kay... Is she alright?)
Kay:
...the culprit... ...is me. I remember looking down... at the person in the red raincoat... Mr. Edgeworth! It was me! The culprit was me all along!
Edgeworth:
......
Guard:
You have a visitor. Please hurry out.
Edgeworth:
A visitor? Who could it be...?
Guard:
Someone by the name of Dick Gumshoe. Will you turn him down?
Edgeworth:
...No. (It will be hard to face him, though.)
April 6Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Guard:
Wait there.
Edgeworth:
(Hm. He's not going to stay and keep watch...?)
???:
Pardon me.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney!
Courtney:
Hush. Please, have a seat.
Edgeworth:
Why are you here? I was told the detective had come.
Courtney:
If I didn't instruct them to tell you that, you wouldn't be sitting here right now.
Edgeworth:
(I can't think of anything she'd need from me at this point. I should try to figure out what she wants...)
The visit
Courtney:
Your visitation rights have been restricted to begin with.
Edgeworth:
It's as if I'm some monstrous criminal... I suppose my credibility has hit rock bottom.
Courtney:
But of course. Your friends have fared a little better though. That lawyer and that girl were both quite worked up.
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Shields and Ema...)
Courtney:
When I last saw them, they were giving one of the guards quite an earful.
Edgeworth:
What!? You don't mean...!
Courtney:
Be grateful. The Goddess of Law has been quite busy. They were spared punishment.
Edgeworth:
...It certainly seems like you have plenty of time for small talk.
Courtney:
Oh, yes. Prosecutor von Karma is presently continuing the investigation. You were worried about them, right?
Edgeworth:
(I guess she saw right through me...)
Judge Courtney's goal
Leads to:
"Let's cut to the chase. Exactly what are you planning?"
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Courtney:
If it's about Kay Faraday, I believe she's being interrogated as we speak.
Edgeworth:
You people... Do you have any idea what you're doing? How dare you arrest an innocent person!
Courtney:
That's not a very nice thing to say... I would ask that you correct your statement. She is merely someone you want to believe is innocent. ...Am I wrong?
Edgeworth:
There is no decisive evidence to prove that she's the culprit.
Courtney:
There is no evidence to prove her innocence either... Enough of this. It's pointless.
Edgeworth:
...!
Courtney:
The girl will be judged. There is nothing you can do to stop that. That's all there is to say about that. Now, let's get to the real issue at hand.
Edgeworth:
Let's cut to the chase. Exactly what are you planning?
Courtney:
I am not planning anything. There is merely a question I wish to ask.
Edgeworth:
...You're asking me?
Courtney:
Yes, of course. Who else is here? Objectively speaking... you are a clever individual, and you have a sharp mind. As a prosecutor, you are highly talented and capable.
Edgeworth:
Are you being ironic? Your sarcasm falls short.
Courtney:
I am being completely sincere. And that is why I cannot understand. Take this case, for example. You're up against the P.I.C. There is no chance for you to come out on top. Even a child could understand. And yet, you...
Edgeworth:
Heh... Perhaps my younger self would not have done something so reckless. ...The me from before had power. That's why I thought justice was on my side. Just like you right now...
Courtney:
.....
Edgeworth:
However, because of a certain man, my self-centered sense of justice was broken down. Ever since then... I began to see people in a different sight. I'm able to serve as a prosecutor only because of the support of the people around me. People like Detective Gumshoe, and all the other investigators. And... Kay, as well. Honestly, even I'm surprised at how much I have changed...
Courtney:
I see... Is that how it is? I've come to understand you a little more.
Edgeworth:
Understand me? Not likely. Someone like you, who forces her own sense of justice onto others could never understand.
Courtney:
...I wonder about that. Is that what you think?
Edgeworth:
...?
Courtney:
If I could say one thing... ...it would be that this conversation has been very interesting. ...That is all.
Edgeworth:
..........
Courtney:
Our conversation is coming to an end, however... I have one last thing to tell you. The date of your hearing has been set. I came here today to inform you. Today. In the P.I.C. meeting room. May you humbly accept your fate.
Edgeworth:
...If that's all you wanted to say, couldn't you have just sent a messenger?
Courtney:
The holy words of the Goddess of Law simply cannot be entrusted to others. With that, Mr. Edgeworth, I bid you farewell. I shall be seeing you again later.
April 6Detention CenterHolding Cell
Bars
Edgeworth:
There's a poster hanging in the hallway. "The Dice N' Silce Game! Roll the dice and decide your daily menu... The Dice N' Silce Game has been cancelled due to the warden's arrest. We sincerely apologize to everyone who was looking forward to it." (There's no need to apologize for canceling such a silly game!)
Sink
Edgeworth:
(I mustn't neglect my personal appearance just because I'm in a holding cell. Prosecutor or not, this is my personal duty...) Hm? My collar is slightly bent! ........There. A well-groomed appearance reflects a well-groomed mind. (From here on, I'll need to focus myself more than ever!)
Desk
Edgeworth:
(There's a dining menu sitting on the desk. It seems I can get food delivered if I pay for it.) ...Let's see. Moldy white bread lunch set. Switch to moldy whole-wheat bread for an extra dollar. Oatmeal and grits set meal. For a limited time, get extra gruel at no additional cost. (Thank goodness I'm not hungry right now...)
Toilet
Edgeworth:
(There's a poster on the wall next to the toilet.) "We are currently out of toilet paper. Please be prepared if you wish to use the toilet." (What does it mean by "be prepared"...!)
Bed
Edgeworth:
It's a simple bed. I don't expect it to be very comfortable to sleep on. (If it were Detective Gumshoe, he would probably snore loudly while sleeping like a dog. I may never get a chance to work with him again... However, this is the path I chose! I won't regret it!)
Window
Edgeworth:
There are thick bars placed securely on the window. (That reminds me, I watched a movie that had iron bars just like these. It was about a plan to escape a prison by filing down the iron bars. Of course, I wouldn't do such a thing. I don't even have a file.) ...No. Even if I had one, I still wouldn't do it!
(Examining bars, desk, and bed leads to:)
Edgeworth:
(Another visitor...?) Kay!
Kay:
Ah...
Edgeworth:
It seems you're alright. I'm relieved... for now.
Blaise:
Y'know, this is kinda touching... *Sob* *Sob* *Sob*
Edgeworth:
You look a little down, Kay... Please, cheer up. You didn't do anything wrong. I guarantee it.
Kay:
...Please, just accept it. I am a murderer.
Edgeworth:
That's not true! Why won't you believe in yourself!?
Kay:
What should I believe in? I mean... there's nothing...
Edgeworth:
There's nothing to believe in? That's not true. Before you lost your memories, you literally jumped into my life. As a result, your words and actions have become engraved in my memories... That's the mark you left behind. How can you call that "nothing"? I believe in your innocence. That's why you must believe in yourself as well.
Kay:
.....Thank you. But, it's no use. Look at all the misfortune I've brought upon you. If you can, please forget it all. Your memories of Kay Faraday...
Edgeworth:
Kay!
Blaise:
Y'know, this takes me back. In my youth, I too was a gallant...
Edgeworth:
Is this... the kind of justice that the P.I.C. seeks?
Blaise:
Hmm... Justice, huh? I wonder...
Edgeworth:
(This man, what is he planning? Why is he pushing things forward so forcefully...? It all seems too unnatural. Is there a hidden agenda? There's no time left! It's all or nothing now!)
Blaise:
Well then, I must take my leave...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
No matter how you look at it, Kay's arrest was unnatural... There must be something behind it.
4 CHESS PIECES
Blaise:
Hey, hey. I'm a busy man, y'know. I'm kind of a big deal, y'see. I trust this won't take up too much of my time.
Edgeworth:
(In order to make it out of this situation, I must break through his defenses!) There are plenty of things I want to ask, but my time is limited.  First, I'll ask about why he rushed the arrest. I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Begin Logic Chess
Why did you rush her arrest...?
Leads to:
"Why did you rush her arrest!? I would like a clear explanation."
Kay is not the culprit!
Edgeworth:
Kay is not the culprit!
Blaise:
My, my. That's a rather bold claim, y'know? Anyone can shout objections at the top of their lungs, y'see. Mr. Former Prodigy Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Urgh...! It's no use... I don't have enough information! My chance will come, sooner or later...! And when it does, I mustn't let it slip by.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Why did you rush her arrest!? I would like a clear explanation.
Blaise:
Explanation? What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
Don't play dumb with me! You clearly did not follow the proper procedures!
Blaise:
OK, OK. Maybe you should pipe down a bit. Do you even know the position you're in?
I'm a prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
I'm a prisoner!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Suppose we let the criminal escape. What do you think will happen?
Edgeworth:
...What will happen?
Blaise:
I would be made to take responsibility, y'see. I do hope you understand.
And what of it!?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
That would serve you right!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Just take my advice and stay out of this, if you know what's good for you.
Edgeworth:
.....I refuse. Kay is innocent!
Blaise:
Y'know... This is so pitiful... It brings me to tears. Why won't you just give up...? Things were finally going well.
Perhaps I should give up.
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Things were... going well?
Leads to:
"Things were going well, you say? That's a strange way to put it."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Things were going well, you say? That's a strange way to put it. It almost sounds as if you personally wanted Kay to be arrested... ...far more than necessary. Haven't you lost your impartiality?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Blaise:
Hmm, you think so? That certainly wasn't my intention, y'see... Edgeworth, my boy, you're reading too much into it.
Edgeworth:
He skillfully avoided the issue... However, I still have some serious doubts about Kay's arrest. Next, I shall ask him if the investigation was sufficient. I can't miss even the tiniest piece of information. That's the only way to break through this situation!
How long did you investigate?
Edgeworth:
How much time was spent on the investigation?
Before clearing "Was it under your authority?"
Blaise:
Y'know, I wonder about that...? I don't really remember, y'see.
Edgeworth:
There is no way I can accept such a careless answer!
Blaise:
Like I said, I don't remember. My memory's not as sharp as it used to be, y'see. Sometimes I even forgot my own son's name.
Edgeworth:
I don't care about your idiot son! I want your answer regarding the investigation!
Blaise:
Y-Yes, he really is an idiot... Even though I don't remember raising him like that. *Sob* *Sob* *Sob*
Edgeworth:
There's no end to this... He just keeps on dodging the question. Let's try another line of attack to make him take me seriously.
Leads back to first
After clearing "Was it under your authority?"
Leads to:
"Hrmmm. Well, well. Aren't you an impertinent one?"
Was it under your authority?
Edgeworth:
It's hard to say that the investigation was sufficient! The arrest... Was it under your authority!
Blaise:
My, my. Do I really look that important?
Edgeworth:
The Prosecutorial Investigation Committee Chairman... It's quite a prominent title. Not that I care much for it.
Blaise:
Th-That was rather blunt. I'm so shocked, I could cry...
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry... Flattery was never my forte.
Blaise:
I-If you keep talking me like that t-towards me... ...y-you'll never get your prosecutor's badge back, y'know...
That would be terrible!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
I don't need my badge!
Leads to:
"Let me make this clear right now."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Let me make this clear right now. I do not live for the sake of my badge! Status means nothing to me. Do you understand?
Blaise:
...... Young... So young... Let me teach you something as your senior in life. What you're saying right now... It's far too naïve, y'see.
Edgeworth:
The look in his eyes has changed! He might respond differently to some of my questions now. This is my chance!
Leads back to first
Was it under your authority? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Kay is not the culprit!
Edgeworth:
Kay is not the culprit!
Blaise:
My, my. That's a rather bold claim, y'know? Anyone can shout objections at the top of their lungs, y'see. Mr. Former Prodigy Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Urgh...! It's no use... I don't have enough information! My chance will come, sooner or later...! And when it does, I mustn't let it slip by.
Leads back to first
Blaise:
Hrmmm. Well, well. Aren't you an impertinent one? Even someone like me... is starting to get annoyed.
Edgeworth:
What a coincidence. I feel the same way. Answer me! Was the investigation sufficient?
Blaise:
Young folks always live life in the fast lane... That's why I like to bully 'em. You'll regret this, soon enough.
I'm the one bullying you!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
How do you bully someone?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Hmm? You sure are quiet. Are you scared? Ah ha ha.
Edgeworth:
Heh. Ridiculous... I was just thinking about my next strategy... ...on how to extract information from a weepy old man.
Blaise:
You should show some remorse, y'know. Don't you get it? I hold your fate in my hands.
I don't care about fate!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
When did you get your hands on it?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"....."
Edgeworth:
.....
Blaise:
In any case... even if you obtained some information... ...there's nothing you can do. Just give up already.
Edgeworth:
...I refuse.
Blaise:
...Mind if I ask why?
Edgeworth:
It's simple. The truth is fading away... That's all there is to it!
Blaise:
I see. I'm starting to understand what kind of person you are. But y'know, it's all useless. It's enough to make me cry. G-Give it up. That girl's guilt has already been d-decided.
Decided...?
Leads to:
"That's strange..."
I'll never give up!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
That's strange... The way you said that, it almost sounds like it was decided from the very beginning.
Blaise:
.....What are you trying to say?
Her arrest was planned!
Leads to:
"Yes... it's clearly unnatural."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Yes... it's clearly unnatural. Everything is progressing as if Kay's guilt was predetermined. Wasn't Kay's arrest... planned from the start?
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Blaise:
.....I see. That's an interesting theory. But I don't have time to indulge in your flights in fancy, y'know. Why don't we put an end... to this silly conversation?
Edgeworth:
C-Curses! He's trying to get away! Before that, I must find out if the arrest was lawful! It's still very faint, but... I'm beginning to see the path to the truth. I can't let this opportunity slip by!
I still have more to ask you!
Leads to:
"Please wait! There is still something I want to ask you."
Kay is not the culprit!
Edgeworth:
Kay is not the culprit!
Blaise:
My, my. That's a rather bold claim, y'know? Anyone can shout objections at the top of their lungs, y'see. Mr. Former Prodigy Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Urgh...! It's no use... I don't have enough information! My chance will come, sooner or later...! And when it does, I mustn't let it slip by.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Please wait! There is still something I want to ask you.
Blaise:
I-I've grown weary of our little tête-à-tête... Please keep it short, okay?
Who made the decision...?
Edgeworth:
Who was the one who made the decision to arrest her?
Blaise:
Hrmm. Well... I can't say I remember. Growing old is a terrible thing, y'see. My memory's not what it used to be, y'know.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Perhaps I should use that clue..."
What's the basis for your arrest?
Edgeworth:
If I put together what you have told me up until now... ...I cannot help but say that there is no basis for Kay's arrest.
Blaise:
Yes, yes. I understand, I understand, y'see. But y'know, it doesn't really matter either way. You can't overturn her arrest.
Edgeworth:
How irresponsible! Do you still claim to be a man of the law?
Blaise:
My, my. Those are some harsh words, y'know? Hrmm... Y'know, you're starting to make me a little angry.
I'm also a little angry myself.
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
I'll say even harsher words.
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"....."
Edgeworth:
.....
Blaise:
Y'see, to be honest... I really can't answer all of your questions, y'know. That's just the position I'm in, y'see. I'm a busy man, y'know.
Edgeworth:
Aren't you just pretending to be busy?
Blaise:
...Th-That's cruel, y'know... This old chunk of coal has been working like a dog. Pretending... Just what do you think that would accomplish?
You don't want to talk about it, do you?
Leads to:
"You don't want to talk about the case..."
Are you trying to get my sympathy?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You don't want to talk about the case... Isn't that... why you're trying to get away from this place?
Blaise:
How sad. Yes. How sad indeed... Do you really suspect little old me?
Edgeworth:
I do suspect you. And I'm confident about it. There was clearly no basis for Kay's arrest.
Blaise:
My, my. Have you forgotten? Wasn't there evidence? The mask, the letter, and the corsage... All were found in the girl's possession. Not to mention, she even confessed. All of this serves to prove her crime.
Edgeworth:
That's...
Blaise:
...Any objections?
OBJECTION
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
You bet I'll object!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Y'see? You have no response.
Edgeworth:
It's true, I have no objections. (...Although, there is one point that bothers me. This man... seems awfully familiar with the evidence. To remember everything without missing a beat... That intrigues me. This could be a useful clue.)
Leads back to first
What's the basis for your arrest? (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I should use that clue...
You remembered all the evidence!
Leads to:
"Don't play dumb with me."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Don't play dumb with me. Didn't you remember all of the evidence in full detail just now!? Stop pretending to be a forgetful old man when things aren't going your way!
Blaise:
........
Edgeworth:
Now then! Who was the one who made the decision to arrest her?
Blaise:
I see. You're a sharp one, aren't you? Y'know, I wish my son could learn from you... ...because he's a real idiot... *Sob* *Sob* *Sob*
Edgeworth:
I'm not interested in your son! Who made the decision for the arrest!?
Blaise:
Y-You're a bad man, y'know... Don't you already know? The one who ordered her arrest...
Obviously, it was you!
Leads to:
"The person right in front of me. I'm certain of it."
It was Judge Courtney!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
The person right in front of me. I'm certain of it.
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Blaise:
Ouch. You make it sound like I committed some kind of injustice. Guess I'll have to clear that up. My honor's at stake here, y'see. Very well. I'll continue to play along with you... until you are satisfied.
Edgeworth:
What is most crucial here is... ...how much this man knows about this case. If I can get him to reveal that...! It's do or die! If I can overcome this, I'll reach the truth!
About Kay...
Edgeworth:
The suspect. Regarding Kay... How much do you know about her?
Blaise:
She's the suspect in this case. That's all I know, y'see. Scout's Honor.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Perhaps I should use that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I should use that clue...
Don't you know the whole story?
Leads to:
"Something you've said feels out of place."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Something you've said feels out of place. You know about things that the crime scene investigation never revealed. Why is that? Just how much of the truth do you know!?
Blaise:
.....Ah ha ha. You're making that forceful face again. Y'know, it kinda makes me want to do the same. Like this.
I don't care if you copy me!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
You could never copy me.
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
You really are a persistent one, y'know? But I can admire that, y'see.
Edgeworth:
I will take that as a compliment...
Blaise:
Can't you give it a rest already? At my age... my body's not as strong as it once was, y'know... Th-There is no one else who could be the c-culprit, besides her. She was even given that much evidence to show that she committed the crime...
She was given evidence?
Leads to:
"She was given evidence, you say? That's an odd choice of words."
That doesn't show anything.
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
She was given evidence, you say? That's an odd choice of words. It almost sounds... as if she did not possess them under her own will.
Blaise:
.....! I see... You really do have a fine eye for the details... As expected of a former prodigy prosecutor. You've already found your answer, haven't you? I'm listening, so go ahead and say it. There's no need to hold back.
Edgeworth:
(I have finally wrenched open... the heavy door to the truth! Now... all that remains is to strike the final blow!)
Leads back to first
About Kay... (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
You seem to know quite a bit.
Edgeworth:
You seem pretty familiar with the case...
Blaise:
I'm a wise man, y'know. I'm familiar with most things, y'see.
Edgeworth:
I don't think it was very wise of you to arrest Kay in this case.
Blaise:
......
Why don't you say something!?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
That lighter is dangerous!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
.....I'm a very busy man. I can end this conversation any time I want, y'know. Don't you forget about that.
Edgeworth:
This would've already been over if you had simply answered my questions. If you give me a proper answer, I won't take any more of your time. I will ask you once again! Why are you so familiar with this case?
Blaise:
.....I read the case files, y'see. Honestly, it was quite a drag, y'know. But it's my job, so what could I do... ...b-because of my position, y'see. I can't just skip out on it. *Sob* *Sob* *Sob* Well, I had some time to kill... So I read the whole thing, y'see.
You just said you were busy...
Leads to:
"That's strange. Didn't you just say you were very busy?"
You read all of it?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
That's strange. Didn't you just say you were very busy?
Blaise:
.....!
Edgeworth:
Aren't your faults slowly coming to light now? If you truly wish to protect your position, I would advise you to rescind the arrest order.
Blaise:
Y-You really are desperate, y'know? That never-say-die attitude... it touched my heart. But y'know... It's unfortunate that all your hard work was for naught. Because we discovered her unconscious body near the crime scene, y'see...
You found her unconscious?
Leads to:
"This is the first I've heard of Kay's condition when she was found."
What was the weather like at the time?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Blaise:
My, my. I wonder what you're getting so excited about? I sure can't understand the high spirits all you young folks seem to have.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
This is the first I've heard of Kay's condition when she was found. She was... unconscious in the storeroom?
Blaise:
.....! That's right... The source of that information is classified, though.
Edgeworth:
(This man knows things even I don't know. Does he know the whole story behind this case...? This could be a useful clue.)
Leads back to first
You seem to know quite a bit. (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Kay is not the culprit!
Edgeworth:
Kay is not the culprit!
Blaise:
My, my. That's a rather bold claim, y'know? Anyone can shout objections at the top of their lungs, y'see. Mr. Former Prodigy Prosecutor.
Before clearing "About Kay..."
Edgeworth:
Urgh...! It's no use... I don't have enough information! My chance will come, sooner or later...! And when it does, I mustn't let it slip by.
After clearing "About Kay..."
Leads to:
"I shall break through this with that clue!"
Edgeworth:
I shall break through this with that clue!
The true culprit was someone else!
Leads to:
"Kay was framed!"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Huh? So you've grown silent. Does this mean I can go now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... I have no intention of letting him push me around. I will overcome this difficult situation.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Kay was framed! The true culprit is pinning the blame on her! That is my answer!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Blaise:
............................ Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Yes, yes. You're a clever one. It almost makes me feel bad that your prosecutor's badge was taken away, y'know. Yes. It's as you say.
Edgeworth:
Checkmate...!
Edgeworth:
You arrested Kay, even when you knew of the existence of the true culprit...? Don't toy with me! There is no way such an act would be tolerated!
Blaise:
You sure are green, y'know. That's what a prosecutor is supposed to do. It will all work out fine, if we make her guilty.
Edgeworth:
Who would desire... such a resolution!?
Blaise:
If I had to say, maybe the P.I.C. And also, maybe me, y'know? Ah ha ha ha ha! When I heard your words just now, I could barely hold back my tears, y'know. It was just so splendid, y'see. And it burns me up inside! I'm not the most perfect piece of work, y'know. So I can't forgive such youthfulness. You say the truth is important. But y'know... Once you know the real value of the truth holds, I wonder if you can still say the same thing?
Edgeworth:
...What are you trying to say?
Blaise:
When you get to where I am, you can just create your own truths. Anytime you want. Kay Faraday is the culprit. That was a truth that I simply manufactured out of thin air.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Blaise:
...Good, very good. That face. That expression! You were such a desperate one, y'see. That's why I really wanted to bully you, y'know? Y'see, even if you know the truth, there is simply nothing you can do. And that's the real value of truth. So shocking that it's to die for, y'know?
Edgeworth:
Why don't you pursue the true culprit!? How much of the truth do you know!?
Blaise:
...Do you understand now? The truth that you believe in is worthless, y'see. ...Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? Powerless "former" prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
You...!
Blaise:
Ooh, scary, scary. Y'know, I guess the friends of a heinous criminal are also quite heinous themselves.
Edgeworth:
Blaise! Yoooouuuuuuu!
Blaise:
And like this, y'see, one more person will disappear before me. Ahh, here come the waterworks. These tears of mine just won't stop, y'know.
Edgeworth:
(Everything will be decided in today's deliberation... Kay's innocence... I will definitely prove it!)
April 6, 8:30 AMGrand TowerP.I.C. Meeting Room
Blaise:
Ten members are present. The quorum has been met... From here on out, let the council begin! Today's deliberation shall be about... Miles Edgeworth's aptitude and ability as a prosecutor! Let our members discuss this matter with a clear conscience of the Goddess of Law!
Edgeworth:
(A clear conscience... Don't make me laugh.)
Blaise:
Courtney, please give us your report.
Courtney:
On April 5th, Prosecutor Edgeworth carried out an illegal investigation and resisted arrest. He was arrested by two of our members who caught him in the act: myself and Blaise Debeste. Prosecutor Edgeworth disrupted the investigation of Attorney Jill Crane's murder. He claims that the culprit, Kay Faraday, was arrested without sufficient evidence. Even now, his claim remains unchanged.
Blaise:
Tell us more... about the murder incident.
Courtney:
On April 5th, the victim's body was found here, in the P.I.C. meeting room. Regarding the details...
Debeste:
I, Sebastian Debeste, the best prosecutor, will enlighten you!
Courtney:
The prosecutor in charge, Sebastian Debeste, will explain the rest of the details.
Debeste:
The murder happened on the night of April 4th. The victim was one Jill Crane. On the same night, a black market auction was being held in this very meeting room. I guess Ms. Crane was taking part in the auction. Yup.
Courtney:
The murder occurred in the middle of the auction, did it not?
Debeste:
When Ms. Crane was found, she was dressed like the Conductor of the auction. However, based on the fact that the auction continued after the murder occurred... ...I deduced that Ms. Crane could not have been the Conductor.
Edgeworth:
(You weren't the one who made that deduction...)
Courtney:
Sebastian, please show everyone the basis for the arrest of the culprit.
Debeste:
You got it, Justine. Kay Faraday was unable to bear the weight of her good conscience......
Courtney:
I believe you mean her "guilty" conscience.
Debeste:
Yes. It was her guilty conscience that drove her to confess the crime. According to her confession, on the roof of this building... ...she met a figure in a red raincoat on the viewing platform.
Blaise:
So Crane was wearing a red raincoat?
Courtney:
Yes, that's correct. The culprit used the Conductor's clothes as a red herring to mislead us... At the time of the murder, Ms. Crane was wearing a red raincoat.
Debeste:
It was I who discovered the raincoat near this building!
Edgeworth:
(He did? I'm sure it was the forensics team who found it...)
Courtney:
To be more precise, it was the forensics team under Sebastian's orders who discovered it.
Edgeworth:
(I thought as much!)
Debeste:
According to the blood analysis... ...the person in the red raincoat and Ms. Crane were the same person! The decisive evidence is the culprit's own confession. She testified that she killed her! That's right, the culprit is Kay Faraday! It couldn't have been anyone else but her!
Blaise:
Well then, Edgeworth. If you have any objections, let's hear them.
Edgeworth:
.....I have no objections.
Blaise:
I see, I see. It seems all the fight's gone out of you after your little overnight stay...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I have no objections to your claim that I investigated illegally. I admit to that. However! I object to the claim that Kay is the culprit!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I will testify that Sebastian's investigation was fair and just.
Debeste:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Of course it was, Justine! Don't you know that I'm the fairest of them all!
Blaise:
Edgeworth, my boy. Despite how things may seem, I actually kinda like you. If...! And this is just an "if", y'see. If you were to withdraw your objection... ...you might be sitting on this side of the bench tomorrow.
Edgeworth:
.........
Blaise:
I'll ask you one more time, Edgeworth. Do you have any objections?
Edgeworth:
...Don't take me for a fool.
Courtney:
I'd advise you to watch what you say!
Edgeworth:
This man is the one who should watch what he's saying! I'm talking about the case! Not about a chair! I demand a testimony! By all means, let me hear that! I want to know how the P.I.C. understands this case!
Blaise:
A testimony from us, eh? Fine then. If that's what it takes to make you happy. Courtney, give him the materials from the investigation.
Courtney:
Sir? But, that's...
Blaise:
It's the end of the line for him. I'll let him go out in a blaze of glory.
Courtney:
...If you insist, Mr. Chairman.
Received evidence from Judge Courtney.
Blaise:
Why don't we have... Courtney give the testimony?
Edgeworth:
I have no objections.
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Don't worry, Kay. You just watch from over there.
-- Summary of the Case --
Courtney:
Ms. Crane went to the black market auction as a customer.
The red raincoat was one of the items up for auction...
We believe that she left her seat after winning the bid for it.
The only exit from the storeroom is the hatch that leads to the viewing platform.
Ms. Crane went out to the viewing platform, where she was attacked by Kay Faraday.
That was how she met her end. And that concludes my summary of the case.
Edgeworth:
The red raincoat was up for auction...? Is that a fact?
Courtney:
It is quite likely. The red raincoat had been a piece of evidence... ...in the assassination attempt on the President of Zheng Fa, as you well know. Originally, it should have been stored in an appropriate place... But when I asked about it... I learned that it went missing.
Edgeworth:
And it somehow made its way to the black market auction... Certainly, a natural conclusion.
Blaise:
My, my. Well done, Courtney. Your explanation is as clear as ever.
Courtney:
...I am much obliged. Prosecutor Edgeworth, will you concede defeat now?
Edgeworth:
Heh. Sorry, but I don't plan on it.
Courtney:
I see... I am relieved.
Edgeworth:
(...Relieved? What does she mean? Come to think of it... Her reason for questioning me yesterday remains a mystery. Just what is she thinking?)
Rebuttal
-- Summary of the Case --
Courtney:
Ms. Crane went to the black market auction as a customer.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that a member of the P.I.C. was involved in illicit dealings?
Courtney:
Regarding that... I... I have no response.
Blaise:
He's right, y'know. After this hearing is over, we're going to have to clean up our act.
Courtney:
A splendid decision, Mr. Chairman!
Blaise:
Now, now. It is only natural, y'see. There's no need to flatter me, y'know? But, y'know, that has nothing to do with you at all, Edgeworth. Because by then, you won't even be a prosecutor anymore, y'see? Well, now that this tearful business has been cleared up...
Courtney:
Yes, sir. I will continue.
Courtney:
The red raincoat was one of the items up for auction...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, the red raincoat was also up for auction?
Courtney:
Yes. It had belonged to Shelly de Killer.
Blaise:
Based on the circumstances, we must consider that it was an item up for auction, y'see?
Edgeworth:
! That was what he wore when he targeted the president of Zheng Fa...! (There was a mannequin that was positioned unnaturally amongst the auction goods... That may have been where the red raincoat had been on display.) Do you know how the goods were procured?
Courtney:
We're currently investigating it... But, it's none of your concern, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Soon, you will be nothing more than an ordinary individual. And then you will be finished.
Edgeworth:
(It seems the results of this deliberation have already been decided.) ...Enough about me. Please continue your testimony.
Courtney:
Since the raincoat had been up for auction...
Courtney:
We believe that she left her seat after winning the bid for it.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why would the victim immediately leave her seat?
Courtney:
That had to do with how the auction was conducted. It seems that after the winning bid, the winner was required to pay for the item immediately.
Edgeworth:
(That matches up with Ms. Hart's testimony.)
Courtney:
We believe that Ms. Crane paid her bid for the raincoat... ...and then immediately tried to leave the auction.
Courtney:
The only exit from the storeroom is the hatch that leads to the viewing platform.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The victim was a P.I.C. member. Couldn't she have also just left from the meeting room?
Courtney:
If she had done so during the auction... ...then its existence would have been revealed to the public.
Edgeworth:
(Since Ms. Hart knew about it, it seems the cat is already out of the bag...)
Courtney:
The customers were required to enter and exit from the hatch. Ms. Crane was simply following protocol... Considering where the murder took place, she must have tried to leave through there.
Courtney:
Ms. Crane went out to the viewing platform, where she was attacked by Kay Faraday.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why would Kay do such a thing?
Courtney:
We intend to question her about that later.
Edgeworth:
"Later?" That seems to be your favorite time for interrogations.
Courtney:
If the culprit was aware that the customers were required to exit from the hatch... ...it would have been easy to lie in wait for an ambush. Ms. Crane was attacked when she was leaving the hatch...
Present Lotta's Photo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Judge Courtney, I have found it to be strange for a while now."
Courtney:
That was how she met her end. And that concludes my summary of the case.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"Met her end", what do you mean by that?
Courtney:
She passed away... or to be more precise, she was murdered.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The candelabra was one of the items in the auction. Therefore, Kay should not have been able to get her hands on it.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
If she was able to lie in wait for the attack, then she must have known about the storeroom. If she sneaked into the storeroom during the auction, she could have obtained it.
Blaise:
Now, if we only had some way to know for sure... Where the candelabra was during the entire auction, y'know? How about it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... There is... no such evidence...
Courtney:
My apologies. We hope to find that evidence soon.
Blaise:
Edgeworth. It's too bad, y'know? It seems you won't be able to use this line of attack.
Edgeworth:
(The victim encountered the culprit on top of the roof and the crime occurred there... According to her reasoning, the murder took place at the viewing platform. But was that really the case? Some piece of evidence must tell the whole story behind it. I should try looking again.)
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, I have found it to be strange for a while now. Why is Ms. Hart here with us?
Courtney:
She is an eyewitness to this case. Isn't it only natural for her to be in attendance?
Lotta:
Aww... shucks, ha ha... I reckon I'm more of an earwitness than an eyewitness.
Edgeworth:
...Heh. It seems that gaining the trust of others isn't your strong point, Judge Courtney.
Courtney:
Perhaps I simply do not wish to be as tactless as you.
Edgeworth:
It appears you have failed to get the witness to tell you the most vital information. Please look at this photo. This was taken by Ms. Hart.
Courtney:
This photo seems to have been taken in the storeroom. And, what of it?
Edgeworth:
According to your reasoning, the incident took place on the viewing platform. However, Ms. hart encountered the incident in the storeroom! That's right, it had taken place just before this photo was taken!
Debeste:
W-Wait...! If that's true, then Justine's reasoning...!
Edgeworth:
Exactly, it does not hold up.
Debeste:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaat!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hart, allow me to ask you again. You saw the person in the photo with your own eyes, correct?
Lotta:
I sure did. I seen 'em plain as day with my own two eyes.
Edgeworth:
And what did you think at the time?
Lotta:
I figured I was about to get me a big scoop! ...Ya know?
Edgeworth:
.........
Debeste:
I guess that makes sense.
Edgeworth:
...Ahem. That's not what I meant. What did you think of that person?
Lotta:
Huh? Well... I reckoned she'd help me bring home the bacon.
Edgeworth:
...Are you mocking me?
Lotta:
Aww shucks, don't make that scary ole' face. It was just a harmless little joke. The person in the red raincoat? I reckoned they were the culprit.
Edgeworth:
I hope you understand now. The crime occurred in the...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, I cannot understand your argument if you do not say it out loud. If you had simply asked, I would have been more than willing to explain.
Edgeworth:
...Explain what?
Courtney:
The sounds Ms. Hart heard may not necessarily be related to the case.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That is impossible! Enough of your excuses!
Courtney:
Was the voice that Ms. Hart heard really that of Ms. Crane?
Lotta:
Such a shady conversation must've had somethin' to do with the case!
Courtney:
What did her voice sound like?
Lotta:
H-Her voice? Well... it beats me. How was I suppos'd to know!? They were both usin' voice changers.
Courtney:
Yes. The voices Ms. Hart heard had been altered by a device. We must therefore question whether or not they have any bearing on this case.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
......Hmph.
Courtney:
You need not object just because you wish to sigh.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, it seems I have greatly overestimated you.
Blaise:
No, no. Courtney is quite amazing, y'see.
Edgeworth:
You claim that the sounds Ms. Hart heard no bearing on this case? Even if they do not, it doesn't change the fact that the crime took place in the storeroom. At the very least, the crime must have occurred before the victim went up to the rooftop. The reason being... This evidence proves the crime occurred before the victim went up to the viewing platform!
Present bloodied hand
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"At first, I thought the person in the red raincoat was the culprit."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Could you take a look at this area?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. What area are you referring to?
Edgeworth:
Umm... Around here somewhere?
Courtney:
Please be more specific!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (It seems I was wrong. This photo was taken after Ms. Harts heard the sounds in the storeroom. There must be something in the photo that connects the sounds to the case!)
Courtney:
As I thought, you cannot show the connection between the sounds and the case.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. That is not true.
Leads back to:
"This evidence proves the crime occurred before the victim went up to the viewing platform!"
Edgeworth:
At first, I thought the person in the red raincoat was the culprit.
Kay:
Well... Ms. Hart's testimony certainly made it sound that way...
Edgeworth:
Precisely. It was because she saw that the person's hand... was covered in blood. Anyone who heard her testimony would have arrived at the same conclusion. The person in the red raincoat was the culprit... and the blood on their hand was the victim's. However, if the person in the red raincoat was the victim, then the situation changes completely. Since blood can be seen in this photo, it must have been taken after the crime occurred. It seems we've been under the wrong impression in regards to the victim's condition. This photo shows the true condition of the victim. The victim...
Was really the Conductor
Edgeworth:
The victim was the Conductor of the black market auction!
Kay:
According to what Ms. Hart said, even after the victim was hit... ...the auction still went on, right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That is correct.
Kay:
So wouldn't it be impossible for the victim to have been the Conductor?
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (I overlooked that...)
Kay:
This photo was taken after Ms. Hart heard the sounds in the storeroom. In that case, the blood on that hand must mean...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There is only one answer. In other words, the victim...
Leads back to:
"This photo shows the true condition of the victim. The victim..."
Struck the culprit
Edgeworth:
The victim struck the culprit! That was probably when her hand got covered in blood.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. All the blood we found at the crime scene belonged to the victim. Your reasoning doesn't seem to hold up.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (I overlooked that...)
Kay:
This photo was taken after Ms. Hart heard the sounds in the storeroom. In that case, the blood on that hand must mean...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There is only one answer. In other words, the victim...
Leads back to:
"This photo shows the true condition of the victim. The victim..."
Was still alive after the attack
Leads to:
"The victim was definitely attacked in the storeroom."
Edgeworth:
The victim was definitely attacked in the storeroom. Immediately afterward, the victim was seen with blood on her hand. That must mean... ...the victim was still alive even after she was attacked. The blood on her hand must have come from her own wound.
Debeste:
No way! Are you saying that she died from a hand injury?
Edgeworth:
No, that is not the case. I suspect she just held her hand against the wound. It can't be seen in the photo, but at this moment, she must have already suffered a fatal wound.
Blaise:
Hoh, hoh. If that's true, then it changes a lot of things, y'know?
Edgeworth:
It seems you understand. This refutes the allegations against Kay. Kay encountered the victim after this picture was taken... I believe at that point in time, the victim was already on the verge of death. It's likely Kay just happened to be present when the victim reached the end of her strength.
Courtney:
...That is quite the coincidence.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I can only say that she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, it seems you have forgotten a crucial fact.
Blaise:
Ah, you mean that, right? He must be pretending that he hasn't noticed it, y'see.
Edgeworth:
What did you say...? Are you implying that I forgot something?
Blaise:
Courtney. I think it's about time you gave him his last rites.
Debeste:
Hey, pops! Justine's with me, you know! Don't order her around like that!
Blaise:
Y'know... even though you're my son, you're so embarrassing.
Debeste:
I'm not embarrassing!
Edgeworth:
(...I'm sorry, but you're both rather embarrassing.)
Debeste:
Justine! Give Mr. Edgeworth his... umm...
Courtney:
Very well. I shall give him his last rites.
-- Edgeworth's Contradiction --
Courtney:
When the body was found, there were three wounds in Ms. Crane's chest.
I'm sure you're well aware what kind of wounds these were, right?
Yes, she was stabbed in the heart with the three-pronged candelabra.
Is there any person who could survive such an injury?
Please take a close look at the autopsy report. Can you still say the same thing after reading it?
Debeste:
Well done, Justine! With this, Mr. Edgeworth will...
Edgeworth:
I will offer a rebuttal, of course.
Debeste:
Why would you do that!? Didn't you hear what Justine just said?
Edgeworth:
Of course, I did. And I still plan to object to it.
Debeste:
It's not faaaaaiiiir! You're always opposing me at every turn!
Edgeworth:
It was never my intention to oppose you.
Debeste:
.....Huh? R-Really?
Edgeworth:
(It's simply not worth my time.)
Debeste:
I-I see. So that's how it is. Yup, yup. After all, I'm...
Blaise:
That's enough, y'know. You're embarrassing your father, y'see.
Debeste:
Huh!? What do you mean, pops!?
Rebuttal
-- Edgeworth's Contradiction --
Courtney:
When the body was found, there were three wounds in Ms. Crane's chest.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Three wounds... That sounds rather painful.
Courtney:
Indeed... We must punish the culprit accordingly.
Kay:
I-I...
Edgeworth:
...Kay. Do not listen to what she says. Judge Courtney. Please continue your reasoning.
Courtney:
Very well. She had three wounds...
Courtney:
I'm sure you're well aware what kind of wounds these were, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why don't you ask Sebastian instead?
Courtney:
Of course, Sebastian knows all about it.
Debeste:
Huh? Me? Yeah! I know everything!
Edgeworth:
(...He's obviously lying.)
Blaise:
Sebastian, maybe you should sneak a peek at the autopsy report, y'know?
Debeste:
Ummm..... Let's see here... The fatal wound was caused by the candelabra. Oooh! So that's how it was!
Courtney:
...Ahem! The cause of the wound was just as Sebastian said.
Courtney:
Yes, she was stabbed in the heart with the three-pronged candelabra.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So the cause of death was a stab wound to the heart... Is that correct?
Courtney:
Yes, the candelabra pierced right into her heart. Since this was Dr. Young's medical opinion, it must be truth.
Debeste:
The coroner's medical opinion follows my own opinion. Therefore... it's perfect.
Edgeworth:
I certainly cannot ignore the autopsy reports, however...
Debeste:
Hey! Don't ignore my opinion!
Edgeworth:
(However, if the cause of death was a stab wound to the victim's chest... ...wouldn't it contradict that piece of evidence...?)
Debeste:
Oooh... He's totally ignoring me! Justine! Say something!
Courtney:
Yes. I will not allow you to ignore my reasoning.
Present Red Raincoat
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Chairman Debeste, do you know what this is?"
Courtney:
Is there any person who could survive such an injury?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
At the very least... we cannot be certain that she died instantly.
Courtney:
Even if she still had a little bit of life left, I doubt she would have held on for long.
Kay:
Umm, can people survive after being stabbed in the chest?
Debeste:
In some cases, maybe they can. ...Although, maybe they can't.
Kay:
Huh... So in the end, which one is it?
Courtney:
...No such human exists. If you think they do, then first...
Courtney:
Please take a close look at the autopsy report. Can you still say the same thing after reading it?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
According to the autopsy report, the stab wounds to the left chest caused the fatality.
Courtney:
Correct. The autopsy report itself is the foundation for my reasoning.
Edgeworth:
In other words... I just have to shatter that foundation, right?
Courtney:
I don't find that amusing at all... I look forward to seeing you try. Nevertheless, please take a close look at the autopsy report before you make a rebuttal. Show me that your reasoning is not just mere conjecture.
Edgeworth:
...Very well.
Kay:
Umm... Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
We'll be fine, Kay. There's nothing for you to worry about. (Evidence that the victim was alive after the incident... If I can just find that, Kay will be...!)
Edgeworth:
Chairman Debeste, do you know what this is?
Blaise:
It seems to be a red raincoat. How about it, Courtney?
Courtney:
The victim... Ms. Crane was wearing this earlier. Prosecutor Edgeworth. Must I repeat my explanation to you all over again?
Edgeworth:
I suppose it just might come to that. Judge Courtney, answer me this. This red raincoat was stained with blood... Do you happen to remember where specifically those bloodstains were located?
Courtney:
Of course I do. They were on the hood... W-Wait, it can't be!
Blaise:
Hm? What does this mean?
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, were there any other bloodstains besides the ones on the hood?
Courtney:
None... were detected.
Edgeworth:
Don't you think it's strange? The victim died from a stab wound to the chest. In that case, there should have been bloodstains on the front of the raincoat. However... the only blood they found was on the hood! This is a huge contradiction! The wound on the victim's head is no ordinary wound. After all, the victim sustained this wound before she was stabbed in the chest.
Courtney:
...It does appear that way, doesn't it? The victim first suffered the head wound. If she had already been stabbed in the chest, the raincoat would have been stained with blood... Therefore, it is unthinkable that her chest was stabbed before she stuffed the head wound. So the order of the wounds would be: first the head, followed by the chest. However, does that really change the situation?
Edgeworth:
With this, a contradiction is born. One that overturns all of our assumptions up until now...
Courtney:
Is the change really that great? I look forward to hearing it. Well then, this contradiction, why don't you show it to me? With evidence!
Edgeworth:
Which piece of evidence shows the contradiction that arises from the order of the wounds?
Present Autopsy Report
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the autopsy report written by Dr. Young."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence shows the huge contradiction.
Courtney:
I have absolutely no idea what you are trying to say.
Kay:
I'm sorry, me too...
Lotta:
Same here!
Debeste:
...M-Me too!
Edgeworth:
Gwaaah! (So it wasn't this!? ...It is unthinkable that her chest was stabbed before she suffered the head wound. And thus, a major contradiction is born within that piece of evidence.)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. There was no contradiction after all, was there?
Edgeworth:
On the contrary, Judge Courtney. If the victim sustained her head wound before she was stabbed in the chest... ...a huge contradiction arises.
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence shows the contradiction that arises from the order of the wounds?"
Edgeworth:
This is the autopsy report written by Dr. Young. According to this... ...the head wound was postmortem.
Courtney:
But that's not what the raincoat shows...
Edgeworth:
Exactly, it's the exact opposite.
Courtney:
Bailiff! Hurry and summon Dr. Bonnie Young at once!  Until we hear what she has to say, we cannot close the curtains on this case!
Officer:
Yes, ma'am! Understood!
Courtney:
Dr. Young is a busy person. It will take some time for her to arrive. In the meantime... let us try viewing this case from another angle. There's something that's been on my mind. One of the key figures in this case... The "Conductor". We still don't know who that person is.
Debeste:
Now that you mention it! Even after our investigation, we still have no idea who it is.
Courtney:
The Conductor has come up time and time again during this hearing. However, at this point in time, their identity remains a mystery. How about it? Do you have any ideas?
Edgeworth:
I'm still not sure at the moment. However... ...there is someone I have in mind. A certain individual involved with this case, who might know something about it.
Debeste:
Who's that...?
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste! I demand your testimony!
Debeste:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaat!
Blaise:
........
Debeste:
Don't say such a stupid thing! Why would you suspect pops!?
Courtney:
Are you trying to cast suspicion towards the Chairman of the P.I.C.? Do you understand... what that means?
Edgeworth:
Status and prestige mean nothing before the truth. That man is trying to pin the crime on Kay! The evidence that was in Kay's possession: the ticket stub, the mask, the corsage... These items did not come into her possession out of her own volition. By some method, that man purposely planted them on her personage.
Courtney:
........ It is hard to believe such a sudden accusation... but I'll ask just in case. Why... would he do that?
Edgeworth:
Obviously, to direct suspicion towards Kay. I succeeded in drawing out those words from him earlier.
Courtney:
Mr. Chairman, your response?
Blaise:
.........
Edgeworth:
Are you too shocked to speak?
Blaise:
.....And what of it?
Edgeworth:
...?
Blaise:
Perhaps you didn't hear me. I said, "What of it?" You say that you drew out some words from me, but you don't have a shred of proof, y'know? No one else heard it but you. It just doesn't work like that, y'see. Or do you have something else? Y'know, some kind of basis for your argument?
Edgeworth:
(This confidence... He also showed it at the cell...)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I would like you to explain once more. I trust we have your permission, Mr. Chairman.
Blaise:
But of course. I'm pretty interested in this matter myself, y'know. I'd like to know just what part of me semes criminal to Edgeworth. There's no one as honest as I am, y'see.
Edgeworth:
(How can he say that with a straight face...?) Let's start from the top... The fact that the auction was held in this room is a cause for suspicion. This is the P.I.C. meeting room. I imagine it would be difficult for non-members to enter.
Debeste:
That's why... all the members have keycards, you know.
Edgeworth:
I think we can assume that multiple auctions have been held here before. Therefore, suspecting a member of the P.I.C. would be...
Debeste:
...Debeste!
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes. Because the Conductor had to have been a P.I.C. member.
Debeste:
Wait! Nooooooooooo!
Edgeworth:
Wha... (What was that all about!?)
Debeste:
Wh-What do I do, pops? I just helped the enemy!
Blaise:
Ah ha ha ha ha. Sebastian really is an idiot, y'know. But y'see, Edgeworth, I'm not the only one with access, y'know?
Courtney:
Indeed... There are eleven members in the P.I.C. Even if we rule out the victim, Ms. Crane... there are still ten potential suspects.
It's not me!
B-B-B-But, it couldn't be the Ch-Ch-Ch-Chairman, right?
I don't know who it is, but whoever it is should just come forward!
Blaise:
Yes, yes. Everyone, just calm down, y'know? Edgeworth, is that all you got? Where's the evidence to suspect me?
Edgeworth:
......
Blaise:
Oh? So you've fallen silent. But you've gone too far, y'see. I won't forgive you anymore. It's too late for regrets, y'know? I'm a very important man, y'see. Former Chief Prosecutor and Chairman of the P.I.C.!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...
Blaise:
It's fine if you're not prepared to face the fire, y'know. 'Cause y'see... ...either way, it won't make any difference.
-- 'Cause I'm Gonna Bully You --
Blaise:
You've been rambling on for quite a while about the most trivial details, y'know?
Like the location of the murder, the order of the wounds and... Hrmm, what else was there?
It just doesn't matter, y'know. 'Cause y'see, none of that means anything, y'know.
Think about it. We've got the suspect herself saying she killed the victim.
That's all that matters, y'see. She'll even get a lighter sentence with her confession, y'know.
Blaise:
Now then. If there are any contradictions, be my quest.
Edgeworth:
(How can that be considered a testimony!? There must be a contradiction somewhere...)
Kay:
That person... He's very important, isn't he? Mr. Edgeworth... It's alright. Let's just give up... Surely, I must have killed her... I can even remember it...
Edgeworth:
Don't be tied down by your muddled memories. If you want to believe in something... ...believe in your own innocence. Believe me, who believes in you!
Kay:
But...
Edgeworth:
(My opponent is the P.I.C. Chairman. Taking him down won't be easy. However... ...he has underestimated me. If I can take advantage of that...!)
Rebuttal
-- 'Cause I'm Gonna Bully You --
Blaise:
You've been rambling on for quite a while about the most trivial details, y'know?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If these trivial details create contradictions in the case, we cannot call it the truth.
Blaise:
It's fine, as long as the rest of the case makes sense, y'know. Every case is going to have a small contradiction or two, y'see. But, if we get bogged down by the details, we won't be able to arrest the criminal. Trials would go on forever, y'see. You, of all people, should understand, y'know.
Edgeworth:
I don't, that's why I'm asking you.
Blaise:
Ah, young folks these days. Anyways, you were rambling on about stuff...
Blaise:
Like the location of the murder, the order of the wounds and... Hrmm, what else was there?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The autopsy report, and the questions about the Conductor. ...Were you even listening?
Blaise:
Talk is cheap, y'know. I was listening, y'see. But I didn't think much of it, y'know.
Edgeworth:
You didn't think much of it, even after I brought up all those issues...? Perhaps your judgement needs to be questioned, rather than my ability as a prosecutor.
Blaise:
Ah ha ha. That's a good one, Edgeworth. But y'see...
Blaise:
It just doesn't matter, y'know. 'Cause y'see, none of that means anything, y'know.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How can you say it doesn't matter!? Are you trying to suppress the truth!?
Blaise:
Well, y'see. It simply doesn't matter as much as you say it does, y'know. Y'see, Edgeworth. You're only saying it matters to avoid the real issue here.
Blaise:
Think about it. We've got the suspect herself saying she killed the victim.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"It may be true she confessed, however, that does not make it the truth!"
Blaise:
That's all that matters, y'see. She'll even get a lighter sentence with her confession, y'know.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't call that a confession. You probably forced her to say it, didn't you?
Blaise:
Even if you say that, y'know. What do you think, Courtney?
Courtney:
Yes, sir. There is no doubt, she confessed to her own sin.
Blaise:
Y'see, Edgeworth. I know you want to believe in Kay Faraday. But, y'know, to deny her own confession, I'm not sure what to make of that, y'see. It just means that you don't really trust her, y'know?
Edgeworth:
What did you say...!?
Blaise:
Oh my, what scary eyes you have. Please don't devour me. Ah ha ha ha...
Edgeworth:
(There is no way there is a contradiction in a testimony like this. He has underestimated me. If I can take advantage of that...!)
Edgeworth:
It may be true she confessed, however, that does not make it the truth! She is suffering from memory loss. So we must question the credibility of her testimony.
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Even if you say that, y'know, it still won't solve anything. What good will it do to deny her confession? Sounds like nonsense to me. Wanna try asking her again? I think she'll just say that she's the murderer again, though.
Edgeworth:
...Very well. Let's try asking her again, one last time. I'd like to hear from Kay herself. Whether or not she is the culprit.
Kay:
Huh...? From... me?
Courtney:
Will that be alright? If this goes poorly, it will be quite unfavorable for you...
Edgeworth:
I do not mind. However... I shall ask Kay the question myself.
Blaise:
......I'm moved to tears, y'know. Oh, how touching, y'know, how very touching! Fine then, I'll let you ask her. However, I have one condition. If all this proves to be a waste of time... ...then that will be the end of it. How's that sound?
Debeste:
The end... of the hearing?
Blaise:
Yes, yes. It seems you can be smart once in a while, Sebastian. In other words, y'see, if she confesses again... ...Kay Faraday will be found, beyond a shadow of a doubt, guilty. Yup. It's a fine idea.
Edgeworth:
Guilty, beyond a shadow of a doubt?
Blaise:
Yeah, that's right.
Edgeworth:
(That's harsh... but either way, if I do nothing, she'll be declared guilty.) Kay!
Kay:
Y-Yes!
Edgeworth:
I know what I'm asking of you is unreasonable, but please, I want you to answer me. It doesn't matter how tiny it is. Do you... Do you remember anything? Anything that would prove your innocence...!
Kay:
...Why? Why would you go that far, for me...? I... I can't do it. .....I'm sorry. .....I'm too scared to remember. Because... I might have done something even worse. If that were the case... ...I would only make things worse for you, Mr. Edgeworth. Kay Faraday must have been a despicable criminal... Someone who betrayed your trust...!
Edgeworth:
.....Don't worry. We've only known each other for a short while... but I know you very well. I'd even say that I know you better than yourself, now that you've lost your memories. You cannot possibly be the culprit. Because, your true identity is...!
Present Yatagarasu's Badge
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...the Great Thief Yatagarasu."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Kay. I would like you to look at this. This is your true identity!
Kay:
...I'm sorry, I don't remember anything...
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So this wasn't related at all...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... I think I don't want to remember anything after all! I might have done something even worse than murder.
Edgeworth:
...Kay. Don't worry!
Leads back to:
"You cannot possibly be the culprit. Because, your true identity is...!"
Edgeworth:
...the Great Thief Yatagarasu. The Yatagarasu is a noble thief who would never stoop to murder.
Kay:
...! .........................No. It's useless. After all...! No matter what, that memory still remains... This image that's stuck in my head... I just can't get rid of it! That means, I must have...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
There's no clear evidence to prove that you're the culprit, besides your own confession. Remember what I said? You must believe in yourself. Or perhaps... you cannot trust my words?
Kay:
.....No. That's not it. It's because, you are... trying to save someone like me. You've already lost so much... All for my sake... I can't bear it anymore... Please... Please just give up.
Edgeworth:
I see now..... I thought it was strange. The reason you were acting like you wanted to be found guilty... ...was because you were concerned about me... That is just like you, Kay.
Kay:
It's because... you're a good person, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately... I may fall short of your expectations. I am not trying to be a good person. No matter how much you may want me to give up... I'll keep trying to save you. That is the nature of who I am. Whether or not it is a burden for you is none of my concern.
Kay:
........
Edgeworth:
Kay, believe in yourself once more. You are a noble Great Thief. What you should be doubting is your memory of committing the murder. That is my wish, above all else. ......Please.
Kay:
I........ ......! AAAAAHHHHHH!
Edgeworth:
Kay!
Kay:
.........
Courtney:
What is it? Did you remember something?
Blaise:
If she remembers something now... Ha ha ha, it'd be like a bad movie.
Kay:
........Bull.
Edgeworth:
.........
Courtney:
.........
Debeste:
B... Bull...?
Courtney:
...Prosecutor Edgeworth. Please ask her to clarify.
Edgeworth:
E-Erm, well, Kay. What do you mean by "bull"...?
Kay:
I remember now! The person in the red raincoat had that with her! The stuffed bull doll! I'm certain of it!!
Edgeworth:
Is that tr-
Courtney:
Is that true, Defendant!?
Kay:
Yes, your Honor!
Courtney:
The Court hereby accepts the defendant's statement as a new piece of testimony.
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Quit messing around, Courtney. A testimony like that cannot be accepted, y'know.
Courtney:
Your objection has been noted, sir. However, testimony about the victim's belongings...
Edgeworth:
...has been lacking up until now.
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Nevertheless, y'know. Her vague memories cannot be trusted, y'know?
Courtney:
Her memories are vague? That would be bad for us as well. Didn't you say this earlier yourself, Mr. Chairman? Since we have the suspect's confession, we don't need to worry about the trivial details. If we decide to doubt her memories... ...then we must also doubt her confession, which is the main foundation of our case. Are you willing to do that, sir?
Blaise:
.....Aah. You're right. Well, never mind then. I shall leave it to you.
Courtney:
Thank you very much.
Edgeworth:
(W-We did it. It was touch and go for a while there, though... ...however, those words of Judge Courtney just now... It almost feels as if... she is on our side...)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, do you know anything about this stuffed animal?
Edgeworth:
The stuffed animal Kay spoke of must have been this. We found it in the storeroom. It is believed to be one of the items for the auction.
Courtney:
This is...!
Debeste:
Hm? Do you know something about it, Justine?
Courtney:
N-No... It's just a bit different from what I imagined.
Edgeworth:
(Indeed... it's certainly not what I would have expected the victim to be carrying. Let's examine every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Examine Cherry petal
Edgeworth:
A cherry blossom petal is stuck in its soft fur. Speaking of which, there were also some stuck on the red raincoat...
Kay:
A cherry tree... Wasn't there one blossoming on the viewing platform?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It seems safe to assume this was taken outside. (However... why would the victim be carrying something like this?)
Examine left hole
Kay:
The left horn is missing.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. There's a hole in this stuffed animal. It seems this hole is where the horn is inserted into.
Kay:
I guess its head isn't stuffed with cotton. I wonder what's inside?
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps I should examine the other side.)
Examine horn
Leads to:
"The right horn seems to be fine... but the entire balance feels a bit off."
Edgeworth:
The right horn seems to be fine... but the entire balance feels a bit off.
Kay:
This horn... It looks like you can move it.
Edgeworth:
What...!
...*bzz*...*bzzz*...
Kay:
What was that buzzing sound...?
Edgeworth:
It seems this toy is equipped with a recording device.
*bzzz*...*bzt*... And... th...
Blaise:
........
I knew who you were right away. You can't hide that burn from me.
........
Silence, huh... I've been waiting for my chance to get revenge all this time!
AAAAAAHHH... *bzz* ...*bzzz*...*bzt*...
Edgeworth:
Is this... the moment of the murder!?
Kay:
Who could have recorded something like this?
Stuffed Animal data updated in my Organizer.
Lotta:
Th... This is... There ain't no doubt about it! This here was what I heard!
Examine evidence
Examine cherry petal on Stuffed animal
Edgeworth:
A cherry blossom petal is stuck in its soft fur. According to Kay's story, this had been dropped under the cherry tree. So it's no wonder that a cherry blossom petal had gotten caught in there.
Examine left hole on Stuffed animal
Kay:
The left horn is missing. Although I am curious as to the whereabouts of the missing horn... Even if we were to find it, repairing it would be no easy task.
Horn on Stuffed Animal
Edgeworth:
We can play back the audio that was recorded by twisting this horn.
*bzzz*...*bzt*... And... th...
I knew who you were right away. You can't hide that burn from me.
........
Silence, huh... I've been waiting for my chance to get revenge all this time!
AAAAAAHHH... *bzz* ...*bzzz*...*bzt*...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
We cannot verify when these voices were recorded. It's also possible that they aren't related to the case at all. If only we had some video as well...
Lotta:
That's hogwash! I'm tellin' ya, that right there was the conversation that I heard! The victim was holdin' on to it, right? I reckon it must've been recorded when she got attacked!
Courtney:
That certainly is a possibility... However, your testimony alone is insufficient. I require something with a little more credibility.
Edgeworth:
(Again. Her words... It almost sounds as if she's trying to give me advice...) Judge Courtney. There's no mistake that those voices were from the incident. Please recall the audio that was recorded by the stuffed animal. "I knew who you were right away. You can't hide that burn from me." If we compare this part of the recording with a certain piece of evidence... we can prove it. (This evidence shows that the recording took place during the moment of the crime...!)
Present Autopsy Report
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The autopsy report? And exactly what part of the autopsy report shows that?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. What do you think of this piece of evidence?
Courtney:
Presenting something that has nothing to do with the recording will not do you any good.
Edgeworth:
Uugh! (I could've sworn it was this...)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Is there really evidence to prove that the voices were recorded during the incident?
Leads back to:
"Please recall the audio that was recorded by the stuffed animal."
Courtney:
The autopsy report? And exactly what part of the autopsy report shows that?
Edgeworth:
(This part shows that the recording took place during the moment of the crime...!)
Present "burn mark"
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I remember clearly what that voice said..."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
If you look at this part of the autopsy report, I think you will understand...
Courtney:
Specifically which part are you referring to?
Edgeworth:
Umm. Around here?
Courtney:
Even if you ask me, it will not do you any good.
Edgeworth:
Gwaah! (I guess it wasn't here...)
Kay:
Why don't we listen to the contents of the recording one more time? There might be something important.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. And it's also not too late to look over the autopsy report.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. What part of the autopsy report shows that the voices were recorded during the incident?
Leads back to:
"(This part shows that the recording took place during the moment of the crime...!)"
Edgeworth:
I remember clearly what that voice said... "You can't hide that burn from me." On the victim's hand, there was a burn mark.
Blaise:
Indeed... it just happened to match up, y'see. But, what of it?
Edgeworth:
According to Kay's testimony, the victim had been holding the stuffed animal. And, it just happened to record a characteristic of the victim. Namely, the burn.
Debeste:
That's just a coincidence! I mean... it could happen, right?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I do not think so. It is hard to believe that all of this is simply a coincidence. The voices on the stuffed animal were most likely recorded during the incident.
Edgeworth:
One of these voices must belong to the true culprit. From what we've heard, it must have been the one who was doing most of the talking.
Debeste:
But what's the point? In the end, we still can't tell their gender or identity, you know?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, because they had been using voice changers. It can't be helped.
Courtney:
It seems the situation has become quite clear. The conversation Ms. Hart overheard was between the culprit and Ms. Crane.
Lotta:
...That's what I've been tellin' you from the start.
Edgeworth:
And from this, we will understand a new fact.
Courtney:
Please enlighten us then. I trust you have no objections, Mr. Chairman.
Blaise:
...Do what you want.
Edgeworth:
According to Ms. Hart's testimony, just before the incident... ...two people came up from the auction hall, using the lift. It must have been the Conductor and one of the auction guests. They probably went there to settle the payment after winning a bid. And then, it was there that the crime was carried out... Since the auction continued after the crime took place... ...we are led to a single truth! (This is the new fact that we have arrived at...!)
The culprit is the Conductor
Leads to:
"Since the Conductor was the only one who could keep the auction going..."
The culprit is Jill Crane
Edgeworth:
The culprit of this case is Jill Crane. It has to be her!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. This is not the time to be joking around!
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (As I thought, this wasn't... If I organize all the information I've acquired up until now, I can only arrive at the one answer.)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Just what is this new fact you are talking about?
Leads back to:
"(This is the new fact that we have arrived at...!)"
The victim was the Conductor
Edgeworth:
The victim of this case was the Conductor!
Lotta:
That's all fine and dandy, but the auction still went on after the murder, ya know?
Edgeworth:
...Nnghhoooh! (It seems that was wrong... If I organize all the information I've acquired up until now, I can only arrive at the one answer.)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Just what is this new fact you are talking about?
Leads back to:
"(This is the new fact that we have arrived at...!)"
Edgeworth:
Since the Conductor was the only one who could keep the auction going... ...we can conclude that the deceased victim could not have been the Conductor.
Debeste:
...Umm, Justine...
Courtney:
Please be quiet here. Okay?
Edgeworth:
If the Conductor was not the victim, then they must have been the culprit!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Please wait. That alone is insufficient.
Edgeworth:
Of course. Even I do not intend to rely only upon the process of elimination.
Blaise:
.........
Edgeworth:
Certain traces left at the crime scene led me to believe that the culprit is the Conductor.
Courtney:
Well then, please show it to us.
Edgeworth:
What were the traces left at the crime scene that let me deduce the culprit is the Conductor?
Present Meeting Room Blood
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The culprit purposely left a large amount of blood in the meeting room."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the piece of evidence that shows the culprit is the Conductor.
Debeste:
Umm, I don't quite understand.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Even if you don't understand, everyone else certainly does.
Blaise:
I think there are people besides my idiot son who don't understand, y'know.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (It seems that wasn't it... If the culprit was the Conductor, they would have wanted to hide something... I just have to present that!)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. If you say the culprit is the Conductor... ...could you present evidence to prove that?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I will show you that piece of evidence right now.
Leads back to:
"What were the traces left at the crime scene that let me deduce the culprit is the Conductor?"
Edgeworth:
The culprit purposely left a large amount of blood in the meeting room. In doing so, we were led to believe the meeting room had been the scene of the crime. It was a ruse by true culprit. To hide the blood that had fallen from the storeroom!
Courtney:
So we wouldn't find out about the existence of the black market auction... Correct?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. If the culprit had been unrelated to the auction, there would have been no need to do such a thing. Ergo, the culprit could have only been the Conductor!
Courtney:
Well then... Do you have any idea as to who the Conductor might possibly be?
Edgeworth:
The auction hall is at the P.I.C. meeting room, and furthermore, there is a storeroom above it. The Conductor must have been, at the very least, a member of the P.I.C.!
Blaise:
So..... ...in other words, you suspect me, I take it?
Edgeworth:
Isn't it natural to suspect you, the one with the most authority in the P.I.C.?
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
...You are quite capable. I'll give you that much, at least. But y'know, like I said before, you're far too naïve. .....You have nothing, y'know? There's no evidence that proves I am the culprit, y'see. If, by some chance, you do have evidence, then why don't you present it?
Edgeworth:
...Urk...! Do I have evidence that Blaise is the culprit...?
I have it
Edgeworth:
No. There is evidence. Evidence that you are the culprit.
Blaise:
Oooh. Then, why don't you show it to me? This so-called evidence.
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste. This piece of evidence proves that you are the culprit!
Present anything
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Could you take a look at this piece of evidence?"
Edgeworth:
Could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Blaise:
Edgeworth. And what about it?
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste, don't you understand? The meaning of this piece of evidence.
Blaise:
Weeell. Y'know, I can't say I do. I mean, it doesn't look like it's related at all.
Edgeworth:
Gwaaah! (So this wasn't it...! Blaise Debeste has to be the culprit. However, do I have any evidence to prove it?)
Blaise:
Edgeworth. There's no evidence to prove that I'm the culprit, y'know?
Leads back to:
"Do I have evidence that Blaise is the culprit...?"
I don't have it
Leads to:
"(Blaise himself has suggested that he is the criminal.)"
Edgeworth:
(Blaise himself has suggested that he is the criminal. He's been showing that strange self-confidence for awhile now. He knows that there is not a single piece of evidence left behind to incriminate him.)
Blaise:
Ha ha ha... If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned, Edgeworth. ...Juuust kidding, I always wanted to say that, y'know. Well then, Courtney...
Hold it!
Lotta:
I, I-I-I-I-I reckon! I just remembered somethin' too!
Debeste:
...Bwuh? You also lost your memories?
Lotta:
Naw, that ain't it. Somethin' just popped into my head right now!
Courtney:
Very well. Please tell us.
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Courtney. Could you tell me what you are doing?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth will not give up until we have destroyed every last possibility. I'm destroying every possibility. So that he will never oppose us again.
Blaise:
........
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Justine...! I don't really know what's going on, but well said! Pops, I'm gonna help too! After all, he's the one who's wrong!
Blaise:
...Fine then. Let's hear what she has to say.
Courtney:
Well then, Ms. Hart. Please proceed.
Lotta:
S-Sure thing! Just leave it to me!
Edgeworth:
...Please make sure you only tell the truth.
Lotta:
Ain't that a matter of course! I'm a bona fide journalist of justice, ya know!
Edgeworth:
(.....Somehow I feel uneasy.)
Lotta:
Y'all sayin' the culprit was the Conductor, right? That means, the victim was a customer. Now, here's where it gets a mite strange. Ya see, there were 11 people at the auction. When the auction continued after the incident... ...I went straight on over and snuck a peek down below.
Edgeworth:
Y-You don't mean.....
Lotta:
That's exactly what I mean. All 11 people were still there, present 'n acocunted for.
Edgeworth:
Wh-aaaaaaaaaaaat!
Courtney:
Are you sure about that?
Lotta:
Sure I'm sure. I saw it with my own two eyes.
Debeste:
Umm... so it started with 11 people. And there were still 11 people after the murder... Was it a ghost!?
Blaise:
Y'know, Sebastian. Normally, a prosecutor would call that a contradiction, y'know.
Edgeworth:
W-Were there really no changes in the auction at all?
Lotta:
Really! I'm tellin' ya! The auction just went on like normal. Ah. But... there was one itty bitty thing, though.
Edgeworth:
What was it?
Lotta:
Ya know those hammers ya always see at an auction? Like the one that lady is usin' over there.
Courtney:
...An auction gavel... perhaps?
Lotta:
Yup, that's the one! All of a sudden, I couldn't hear the sound no more. It'd been bangin' away just prior to it.
Edgeworth:
(The sound of the gavel? Does that have anything to do with the case?)
Lotta's testimony updated in my Organizer.
Courtney:
If Ms. Hart's testimony is the truth, then this matter has taken a grave turn. If the victim was neither the Conductor nor a customer... ...the very foundation of Prosecutor Edgeworth's reasoning would collapse.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...!
Debeste:
Justice prevails, as they say! I hope you've learned your lesson, Mr. Edgeworth!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... There really is nothing we can do...
Edgeworth:
(It's not over yet. Some mysteries still remain. I have to think. If I don't, then Kay will be...!)
Blaise:
Did you get the answer you wanted this time? Well then, a deal's a deal...
Hold it!
Courtney:
Please wait, Mr. Chairman. I believe it is still too early to make a judgment. There are still... a few mysteries left in this case. Until we have solved them all, we cannot call this a complete victory.
Edgeworth:
......?
Courtney:
Isn't that right, Prosecutor Edgeworth? I was expecting you to shout... ..."Hold it!" ...like you always do.
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes. Of course. (Once again... Judge Courtney has come to my aid...)
Blaise:
Well then, what is it? What sort of mysteries are left?
Courtney:
Well, of course, there's the contradiction in the autopsy report.
Blaise:
...That kind of thing...
Officer:
I've brought her in!
Karin:
Wh-What's wrong? Why were we suddenly called here!? Did someone suddenly get sick!? I-I'll begin preparing a compress, stat... Ouch! "What'd you call me here for? Did something happen?"
Courtney:
Dr. Young, Ms. Jenson, you have my gratitude for taking the trouble to come here. This won't take long. So please relax.
Karin:
"Tell me what in blazes is going on!?"
Courtney:
Ha ha ha... Of course. We called you here because something came up.
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney... Just what are you planning?)
Courtney:
Bonnie Young! Under the Divine Rule of Law, please answer truthfully. There were no mistakes in your autopsy report, correct?
Karin:
Granny would never make a mistake!
Courtney:
That's certainly strange.
Karin:
Huh...? What's strange?
Courtney:
This court has found an error in Dr. Young's autopsy report. Dr. Young, please tell the truth. Did you falsify the autopsy report?
Karin:
That's terrible! How can you accuse her of that...!? "I have no idea what you are talking about. Why would I do such a thing in the first place?"
Courtney:
To protect the true culprit... Of course.
Karin:
"Watchu talkin' bout!? I would never do such a thing!"
Courtney:
How strange. In that case, why would there be an error in the autopsy report, I wonder. ...Prosecutor Edgeworth. What do you think?
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
Oh? I expected you to press into her statement like you normally do.
Edgeworth:
(Why is she taking control of the situation and trying to help me...? I don't know what her goal is... but I must play along.) If the autopsy report you gave to Sebastian had been authentic... ...then the error should not have been there.
Debeste:
W-Wait a minute! I didn't do anything!
Edgeworth:
That is what we will figure out from this point on. Firstly... Dr. Young. I'd like to hear your testimony.
Karin:
Why do you want to hear her testimony? It would be pointless!
Edgeworth:
I will be the one who decides whether or not it is pointless. Not you.
Karin:
There are patients waiting for us! ...B-But Granny... Ouch! Anyways, we don't have time for this!
Edgeworth:
Is there any way I could convince you? This is of the utmost importance.
Karin:
...Mr. Miles Edgeworth, Granny says she'll testify. So please, try to finish this quickly. If we don't return soon, there will be people in terrible suffering!
Edgeworth:
(And yet, you were lollygagging about on the viewing platform earlier...) I promise you. This won't take long. (Only if she tells me the truth, of course.)
-- Error in the Autopsy Report --
Karin:
There are no mistakes in Granny's autopsy reports!
"I've been working with corpses longer than you've been alive."
"There's no way I'd make a mistake in writing the autopsy report" ...Ouch!
"I got nothing to gain from falsifying the autopsy report."
...Is what she says. See? There's nothing strange at all!
Blaise:
Yes, yes! That's right, y'know. There's no way she would falsify it, y'see.
Courtney:
...Under the name of the Goddess of Law, do you swear that this testimony is the truth?
Karin:
Of course! Granny would never tell a lie...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
We were asking Dr. Young. We do not need to hear from a third party.
Karin:
I-I'm not a third party! I'm on Granny's side! "If you raise an objection to my testimony, you'd best prepare yourself... you ex-prosecutor!"
Edgeworth:
(I will definitely expose the contradiction in the autopsy report!)
Rebuttal
-- Error in the Autopsy Report --
Karin:
There are no mistakes in Granny's autopsy reports!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you're saying there is no way Dr. Young could have made a mistake?
Karin:
Of course! Doctors can't afford to make mistakes. This is a world where just one misdiagnosis can end a long career. I know that my Granny, at least, would never... "If I did something like that, you think they'd still let me run a hospital?"
Karin:
"I've been working with corpses longer than you've been alive."
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So in your long career, you've never once made a mistake?
Karin:
"A doctor's only as good as the length of their track record."
Edgeworth:
Heh. If we're just talking about a lengthy track record, that former Chief Prosecutor has one too. And yet, his actual abilities don't seem to measure up. I hope that you're not the same as well.
Blaise:
Ouch... That's a low blow, y'know. But y'know, Edgeworth. I don't make mistakes either, y'see. 'Cuase y'see, before I can make a mistake, those around me will have already made it instead. Y'see, I don't have time for mistakes. It's quite amazing, y'know. It must be karma.
Karin:
"You can't compare a Chief Prosecutor with a doctor. You really can't..."
Karin:
"There's no way I'd make a mistake in writing the autopsy report" ...Ouch!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The victim wore this raincoat after suffering a blow to the head. And yet, there was not a single drop of blood on the front of the raincoat. Therefore, it is impossible for the head wound to have been "postmortem!
Karin:
Errm. Well, that's... Ouch! "I don't need you to tell me that! That's what I wrote down from the very beginning!"
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The autopsy report says, "the head wound was postmortem." That's completely different!
Karin:
Err... Y-Yeah. "I relayed to Karin what to put down in the autopsy report. After that, it was none of my beeswax!"
Edgeworth:
...Relayed to Karin? Please elaborate on that.
Change this statement to:
""I relayed everything to Karin. After that, it was none of my beeswax!""
Karin:
"I relayed everything to Karin. After that, it was none of my beeswax!"
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I would like to verify once again what you saw when you examined the body.
Karin:
Errrm, like we said... Ouch! Oooh... Well, about that... "She was done in by a thump to her noggin."
Courtney:
Dr. Young, do you know when that happened?
Karin:
"Before she died, of course. The wounds on her chest were postmortem. That's what I related to Karin, so that's what should've been written in the report!"
Edgeworth:
(That's what you "relayed" to her... eh? I'm finally beginning to see the truth.)
Present Autopsy Report
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Dr. Young, please confirm what this autopsy report says with your own eyes."
Karin:
"I got nothing to gain from falsifying the autopsy report."
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You may have nothing to gain, but how about your granddaughter?
Karin:
Me? Th-There isn't anything I could gain! "If Karin had something to gain, then that girl of yours might have something too. How dare you accuse my little girl, who has never done harm to anybody..." Yeah! Aren't you ashamed of yourself!?
Edgeworth:
(She should address those words to Blaise, instead of me.)
Karin:
"I swear that the autopsy report wasn't falsified."
Karin:
...Is what she says. See? There's nothing strange at all!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Did you notice anything strange when you were performing the autopsy?
Karin:
I wonder..... Huh? What is it, Granny? "A strange man came by."
Edgeworth:
Who are you calling strange!?
Karin:
"He wore some really strange clothes. He even had a frilly thing around his neck."
Edgeworth:
........
Karin:
"Even though he was about to get canned... ...he still tried to run a muck during my autopsy... I'm talking about you! You frilly red brute!"
Kay:
Hmm, I see. So Mr. Edgeworth is a strange frilly red brute...
Edgeworth:
...Kay, please don't only remember odd things about me.
Kay:
Umm... It doesn't look like Granny is lying.
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. (Ms. Jenson is the one who is relying Dr. Young's words. I'll have to confirm whether or not Ms. Jenson is telling us the truth.)
Edgeworth:
Dr. Young, please confirm what this autopsy report says with your own eyes.
Karin:
Ah! I'll read it out for you... Ouch!
Young:
.....!
Karin:
"This autopsy report wasn't written by me!"
Edgeworth:
Wh... What! What do you mean!?
Karin:
...I don't know! B-But Granny! I... I can't say that!
Courtney:
Ms. Jenson. If you are trying to keep the truth in the dark, then... ...in place of the Goddess of Law, I shall hear your confession.
Edgeworth:
(...Judge Courtney is talking with Dr. Young in private.)
Courtney:
What...! Is that true? Understood. I shall convey your words to everyone else, Dr. Young. "I properly relayed the autopsy report orally to that child. It seems my granddaughter must have mucked it up when she was writing it down!"
Kay:
Wow...! She mimicked her voice perfectly.
Edgeworth:
(...There was no need for her to go that far, though.) In other words... the contents of the autopsy report had been falsified... ...by your hand, Ms. Jenson!
Karin:
......Oooh! I, I...!
Courtney:
With that, we've proven that the wound on her head came first, followed by her chest wound. Ms. Jenson, why did you falsify the autopsy report!?
Hold it!
Blaise:
Hold on a second. She never said she falsified it, y'know? She just made a teeny tiny mistake when she wrote it down. "Postmortem" and "antemortem" sound kinda similar, y'know?
Edgeworth:
They are complete opposites! That is the very definition of falsification!
Kay:
Ms. Jenson, why would you lie...?
Karin:
Kay... Ouch! "I want you to tell me too. Why you would do something like that...?" Granny...! But, I.....!
Edgeworth:
Because you falsified the autopsy report, Kay fell under suspicion. Tell me why you did it!
Karin:
I, I... can't say! I just can't say it...!
Edgeworth:
(Not "I don't want to say", but "I can't say"...?)
Blaise:
You're all a bunch of bullies, y'know. Ganging up on this poor girl who loves her grandmother so... She is totally unrelated to this. I think we can forgive her for one tiny mistake.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...That won't do. Aren't you the one with the most to lose if she testifies?
Blaise:
Hmm? What are you saying? Y'see, as a "former" prosecutor, you'll have to speak a little more clearly, y'know?
Edgeworth:
Very well. As you wish, I shall answer clearly. Ms. Jenson played an essential role in this case!
She was the true culprit
Edgeworth:
Ms. Jenson was the true culprit!
Blaise:
Ah ha ha! That's a good one. Then, how about we arrest her immediately?
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (As I thought, this wasn't it... Who did Ms. Jenson falsify the report for...? If I think about it like that, then I should understand Ms. Jenson's role in the case!)
Blaise:
Edgeworth. How about you quit joking around and clearly say what's on your mind?
Leads back to:
"Very well. As you wish, I shall answer clearly."
She was the victim
Edgeworth:
Ms. Jenson was the victim!
Blaise:
That's right, y'know. Everyone's getting on her case for such a tiny mistake. In a way, the true victim of the case is this poor girl, y'know.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (That wasn't what I meant.)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Ms. Jenson is still alive. Wouldn't that mean that she's not a victim?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. (Who did Ms. Jenson falsify the report for...? If I think about it like that, then I should understand Ms. Jenson's role in the case!)
Blaise:
Edgeworth. How about you quit joking around and clearly say what's on your mind?
Leads back to:
"Very well. As you wish, I shall answer clearly."
She was an accomplice
Leads to:
"Ms. Jenson falsified the autopsy report in order to assist the true culprit."
Edgeworth:
Ms. Jenson falsified the autopsy report in order to assist the true culprit.
Karin:
Ah... Owwwwwchhh!
Blaise:
Ah ha ha ha! That girl is an accomplice? What's your basis for that claim?
Edgeworth:
(It was impossible for a single person to commit this crime in the first place. The crime could not have been committed without at least two people. Namely because...!)
The victim couldn't have been moved
Edgeworth:
...if there hadn't been an accomplice, the victim could not have been moved!
Kay:
The victim is a woman. Wouldn't it be possible for someone to move her on their own?
Edgeworth:
Gwaaargh! (Certainly, that's true. Recall the facts before and after the incident. If the victim also one of the participants... ...that creates a contradiction in her testimony. And we are led to only one answer!)
Blaise:
There's no basis that there had been an accomplice, y'know?
Edgeworth:
No. There is a basis.
Leads back to:
"(The crime could not have been committed without at least two people. Namely because...!)"
The number of people wouldn't match
Leads to:
"...if the Conductor was the culprit, and one of the auction guests was the victim..."
The report couldn't have been faked
Edgeworth:
...if there was no accomplice, the autopsy report could not have been falsified!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Although that might be true... ...isn't that a little weak as the basis for there being an accomplice?
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (It seems that wasn't it... Recall the facts before and after the incident. If the victim also one of the participants... ...that creates a contradiction in her testimony. And we are led to only one answer!)
Blaise:
There's no basis that there had been an accomplice, y'know?
Edgeworth:
No. There is a basis.
Leads back to:
"(The crime could not have been committed without at least two people. Namely because...!)"
Edgeworth:
...if the Conductor was the culprit, and one of the auction guests was the victim... ...it would contradict the witness's testimony that there were eleven people after the incident.
Lotta:
What now? Ya got a problem with my testimony!?
Edgeworth:
...Not at all. Rather, it is because I believe your testimony, that's why an accomplice must exist.
Blaise:
So, you still won't admit that your reasoning is wrong?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Up until now, we had not even considered the possibility of an accomplice. However, if there had been an accomplice, it changes the entire story completely. If the accomplice took the murdered auction guest's place... ...then the number of people remains eleven!
Blaise:
Oooh... I see now. So that's what you're thinking. But, y'know, wouldn't that have been quickly discovered?
Edgeworth:
...Ms. Jenson and the victim have similar physiques. If she wore the victim's mask, she could have easily taken her place. Ms. Jenson, did you switch places with the victim?
Karin:
I, I...! ...I wouldn't...!
Edgeworth:
Who was the Conductor...? In other words, tell me who was the true culprit!
Karin:
I-I can't! I mean... That would also cause trouble for Granny...! Ah... Ouch! But, Granny...! "I will accept whatever wrongs you may have done. Just tell me everything." G... Gr...... Gr... Gra-Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyy!
Edgeworth:
As I thought... it appears you really were the accomplice.
Kay:
Ms. Jenson... Why...?
Courtney:
Ms. Jenson. ...Would you please tell us?
Karin:
Yes... It's OK, Granny. I'm fine now. I... switched places with the victim, Ms. Crane.
Edgeworth:
...So you admit to being the Conductor's accomplice?
Karin:
Yes... I helped out the Conductor. I don't really know why, but for some reason... ...the Conductor was expecting to be attacked by Ms. Crane.
Edgeworth:
(The Conductor expected an attack from the victim...?)
Karin:
They were so sure it was going to happen, that they came up with a plan to counter it. A way to beat the victim at her own game. And that's when I was called in. I was told to wait in the storeroom before the auction begin.
Hold it!
Lotta:
Whoa there! You ain't foolin' my eyes! If you were waitin' in the storeroom, I reckon I would've bumped into you! After all, I'd been up in that storeroom the entire auction!
Karin:
I'm telling the truth!
Blaise:
I wonder about that, y'know. Can we really believe a girl who would falsify a report?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Heh... There should've been many places to hide in that storeroom.
Blaise:
Then by all means, tell me. Where did our little nurse hide!?
Edgeworth:
The place in the storeroom where Ms. Jenson hid was...!
Present Costume Trunk
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"She hid inside this costume drunk."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Jenson hid here!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Do you think a person could hide in a place like that?
Edgeworth:
Heh. I don't.
Courtney:
I would like you to answer seriously.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (I knew this wasn't it...)
Kay:
Why don't we take a look at the things that were in the storeroom one more time?
Edgeworth:
Yes. There shouldn't have been that many places where one could hide in.
Blaise:
Well, Edgeworth. Where was this little nurse hiding?
Leads back to:
"The place in the storeroom where Ms. Jenson hid was...!"
Edgeworth:
She hid inside this costume drunk.
Blaise:
A costume trunk... eh?
Lotta:
Ah! Now that ya mention it, that box was already there before I snuck in! I figure I would hide in there myself, but it was wrapped up nice 'n' tight with a chain. And it was locked too, so I had to give it up.
Edgeworth:
I suspect that when you sneaked into the room, Ms. Jenson was already inside the trunk.
Karin:
Yes... it would've been bad if one of the guests from the auction had opened the bid. After instructing me to hide inside... ...the Conductor wrapped a chain around the costume trunk. I think they went downstairs using the lift shortly thereafter. It was right before the auction...
Edgeworth:
So then, when the auction began... ...only you and Ms. Hart were in the storeroom.
Karin:
Yes, that should be right...
Edgeworth:
The auction had been going on as usual, but... ...when a certain participant made the winning bid, the Conductor committed the crime. Ms. Hart must have heard the altercation that occurred then.
Lotta:
You betcha! I was tremblin' behind that there statue the whole time though!
Edgeworth:
Following the altercation, Jill Crane was murdered. After killing Jill Crane, the Conductor carried her body to the costume trunk... ...and Ms. Jenson, who had been hiding in the trunk, was made to take Ms. Crane's place. The victim's body was placed inside the costume trunk. The Conductor then took Ms. Jenson, who had been made to look like Jill Crane... ...and returned to the auction hall as if nothing had happened. Was this roughly what happened in the storeroom during the incident?
Karin:
Yes... That's right.
Lotta:
Pullin' the old switcheroo with one of the auction guests... Ain't that impossible? That gal and the murder victim are two completely different people, ya know. Don't ya reckon one of the other participants would've noticed and caused a ruckus?
Edgeworth:
No, not at all. The reason they didn't notice the switch was because...
She stole the victim's clothes
Leads to:
"From what I can tell, Ms. Jenson and the victim appear to have a similar physique."
She used the victim's name
Edgeworth:
...Ms. Jenson addressed herself by the victim's name.
Lotta:
Ain't this an auction where y'all hide yer faces with a mark? I reckon they wouldn't give out their names!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (She's completely right... Her face was hidden by a mask. What else would have been necessary to change into Ms. Crane? That's the only thing I have to consider. I should already know the answer!)
Lotta:
Hey, City Boy. Tell it to me straight. Why ain't nobody find out that they switched places?
Leads back to:
"The reason they didn't notice the switch was because..."
She acted like the victim
Edgeworth:
...most likely Ms. Jenson acted like the victim. Since her face was hidden, that's probably why no one noticed.
Lotta:
Ya dummy! Even if her face was hidden, they still wore different clothes!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (It seems that was wrong... Her face was hidden by a mask. What else would have been necessary to change into Ms. Crane? That's the only thing I have to consider. I should already know the answer!)
Lotta:
Hey, City Boy. Tell it to me straight. Why ain't nobody find out that they switched places?
Leads back to:
"The reason they didn't notice the switch was because..."
Edgeworth:
From what I can tell, Ms. Jenson and the victim appear to have a similar physique. Furthermore, there was a rule requiring a mask to be worn during the auction. If their clothes were the same, I doubt anyone would've noticed she was a different person.
Karin:
...Yes. I blended right in. I borrowed Ms. Crane's clothes and... Ouch! "You mustn't embarrass the dead like that!" I know... I also thought it was pretty heartless to leave her exposed like that... So when the Conductor wasn't looking, I covered her up in the raincoat that was up for auction.
Edgeworth:
(So she was the one who put the red raincoat on the victim...) And then, the auction resumed as if nothing had happened.
Lotta:
I reckon I took the picture of her in the red raincoat after that. That'd make all the facts line up.
Lotta:
After I took the photo, I went over to the lift to sneak a peek down below. I witnessed the 11 participants, and then I high-tailed it back behind the statue.
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me... You were hiding there the entire time until we found you?
Lotta:
Nah, that's... How should I put it...
Edgeworth:
...? What is it? Did something happen?
Lotta:
I didn't mention it before, but after that I might've dozed off a while. To be more precise... I fainted? Well, somethin' like that.
Edgeworth:
S-So something did happen!
Lotta:
I-It ain't no big deal! Kinda embarrassin' to say, though. There was this huge *THUMP* sound all of a sudden... I was a liiiittle surprised by that. It was right after I had just witnessed a murder, so I was shakin' in my foots... My hear sorta tightened up, and I was off to la-la land... When I woke up, it was already the next day, 'round the time y'all came by the storeroom.
Edgeworth:
I see. So there was a large sound... Ms. Hart, I take it you do not know what transpired in the storeroom beyond this point?
Lotta:
I-I guess. But after the auction, all the masks were properly returned... So I reckon the participants had exited through the storeroom, just like I done said!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Ms. Jenson, what were your actions after the auction resumed?
Karin:
I took the victim's place and participated in the auction. The Conductor instructed me to win the the bid for the costume trunk... ...because the body was inside it. It would have been bad if another auction guest won the bid for it...
Edgeworth:
You didn't realize the box was empty?
Karin:
No. We only found out when I came up to the storeroom to pay the bill. The Conductor was with me and told me to go search for her immediately. And then... I found another girl collapsed in front of the ladder!
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Karin:
Yes. She probably fell down from the rood and lost consciousness.
Lotta:
Maybe the victim left the hatch open when she went up to the rooftop.
Edgeworth:
I understand now. Kay was surprised at seeing the collapsed victim and did not notice the open hatch. She must have missed her footing and fell down into the storeroom. Ms. Hart, I have determined the sound that made you faint. It was likely the sound of Kay falling onto the storeroom floor.
Lotta:
That mighta been it. Though I reckon it'd be kinda pathetic to faint over something like that.
Edgeworth:
When Ms. Jenson found the unconscious Kay... ...Ms. Hart was also unconscious behind the statue. The situation is becoming clearer to me. Ms. Jenson, please continue your story.
Karin:
After I found Kay and the victim, I... put them both in the trunk. If the customers at the auction found out, there would've been a huge commotion.
Edgeworth:
Was this an order from the Conductor as well?
Karin:
Yes, it was... But, since I secretly decided to put the raincoat on Ms. Crane... ...I had to dispose of the raincoat without the Conductor noticing.
Edgeworth:
Heh... So the Conductor didn't anticipate the raincoat becoming another piece of evidence.
Karin:
And, finally... ...we dressed Ms. Crane in a spare Conductor's outfit.
Edgeworth:
I see. In doing so, you made the victim appear as if she was the Conductor.
Karin:
In the end, the auction ended without anyone noticing anything.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Ms. Jenson. Your crimes have become clear. If you know anything else, please hold nothing back.
Karin:
I want to help you more... but that is all I know... Umm, if I had to say, there is just one thing that bothers me. When I took Ms. Crane's place, I borrowed her clothes... ...but there was no way for me to borrow her hair... Ouch! "What kinda coroner's assistant goes around stealin' a corpse's hair?"
Edgeworth:
(I would think that robbing the deceased of their clothes would be questionable enough...)
Karin:
Both the color and the length of our hair is different, so I was worried about how to disguise it. However, the Conductor even had a wig prepared for me. In fact... he had two of them. Inside the costume trunk, there was both a straight wig and a wavy wig.
Edgeworth:
Two wigs...? Why were there two?
Karin:
Who knows...? Maybe it was a precaution, in case the victim had changed her hairstyle...? I ended up using the straight wig to match Ms. Crane's hair.
Edgeworth:
(So that means the wavy wig was left unused...)
Karin's Testimony jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
...Is that really all you know?
Karin:
Yes... Yup, that's really all I know.
Edgeworth:
So that means you don't know who the Conductor is?
Karin:
...I'm sorry. I only knew that person as the auction conductor... I never saw that person without a mask on. The Conductor seemed to be on guard... towards everybody.
Edgeworth:
...Nngh! (At this rate...!)
Blaise:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Edgeworth, is that all you've got? Even if that little nurse is an accomplice, it changes absolutely nothing, y'know? In the end, the true culprit is still Kay Faraday. All you did was add another criminal, y'know. The rule of law cannot be overturned. At least, not for your sake.
Edgeworth:
(Is this as far as I go? Am I unable... to save Kay...?)
???:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Franziska...! Why are you here!?
Franziska:
Didn't I tell you, Miles Edgeworth? Wherever there is a case, I will follow.
Courtney:
Prosecutor von Karma... Your hard work is most appreciated.
Franziska:
However... Don't get the wrong idea. I only came here to find out the truth behind what happened to Kay Faraday. ...I don't plan on forgiving you for abandoning the prosecutor's path!
Edgeworth:
...I understand.
Franziska:
.....You should thank your "former" subordinate. He gave me some valuable information which may save Kay Faraday.
Edgeworth:
! (Detective Gumshoe did...)
Franziska:
Listen well, Miles Edgeworth! This will be the final piece of evidence... Jill Crane..... suffered the wound on her head first!
Courtney:
........
Kay:
............
Franziska:
Well, someone say something!
Edgeworth:
Hm. U-Umm... Well, I hate to say it, but... ...we already proved that.
Franziska:
......Already, proved?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Well, just a few minutes ag- AARRGH!
Franziska:
You should've told me sooner!
Edgeworth:
(You're the one who barged in here and started talking!)
Franziska:
Well, then... does that mean you've found out what the murder weapon was already?
Edgeworth:
No, not yet.
Franziska:
Hmph... Is that so? In that case, listen well. The victim was struck on the head with a blunt cylindrical object. The wound on her chest was suffered postmortem.
Edgeworth:
(A cylindrical murder weapon...!)
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Y'know, this report of yours, I trust it's accurate, of course?
Franziska:
These were the results of two independent autopsies, carried out by two respected doctors.
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
That's reassuring... but, it's too bad. You have no right to investigate this ca-
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Interpol is after the black market auctions. And I'm the prosecutor in charge of the investigation. The victim particpated in the auction. Therefore, it is only natural for me to investigate. Especially now that she's been murdered.
Blaise:
.....I see, I see. Clever girl, little Von Karma.
Courtney:
Then it has been settled. The victim died from blunt force trauma to the head.
Autopsy Report updated in my Organizer.
Examine evidence
Prongs on Candelabra
Edgeworth:
This candelabra inflicted the wounds on the victim's chest. Since we have proven that the cause of death was the wound she suffered on her head... ...this was probably used to disguise the cause of death.
Franziska:
Unfortunately... the murder weapon has yet to be found.
Edgeworth:
Heh... Just knowing the shape of the murder weapon, gives me an idea as you what it might be.
Debeste:
Hey, hey! In my investigation, we didn't find any other murder weapons, you know?
Edgeworth:
If you consider the Conductor's possessions and the crime scene, the answer should be clear. The blunt cylindrical object used in the auction hall was...
Judge Courtney's gavel
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. The murder weapon is your gavel!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I'm not sure what you're trying to say... ...but if you're suspecting me, then why don't you examine it up close and personal!
Edgeworth:
Th... That's won't be necessary. (As I thought, that was wrong. What am I doubting myself for? If I just think about the Conductor's possessions, the answer is clear.)
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth! Just what was the murder weapon in this case?
Leads back to:
"The blunt cylindrical object used in the auction hall was..."
An auction gavel
Leads to:
"It was something the Conductor had in their hand during the auction..."
A judge's gavel
Edgeworth:
Besides a judge's gavel, I can't think of anything else.
Blaise:
Edgeworth, there's never a dull moment with you, y'know. A judge's gavel, y'say? Sebastian, what do you think?
Debeste:
Umm... I don't think so.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (I was shot down by the Debestes! What am I doubting myself for? If I just think about the Conductor's possessions, the answer is clear.)
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth! Just what was the murder weapon in this case?
Leads back to:
"The blunt cylindrical object used in the auction hall was..."
Edgeworth:
It was something the Conductor had in their hand during the auction... Namely, an auction gavel.
Debeste:
An auction gavel? We didn't find anything like that!
Courtney:
If the culprit is the Conductor, it is possible that the gavel may be murder weapon. However... that alone is not reason enough, wouldn't you agree?
Edgeworth:
Of course, I have proof to back it up! This piece of evidence proves that the murder weapon is the auction gavel...
Present Lotta's Testimony
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"She hid inside this costume drunk."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Take a look at this piece of evidence. This proves the murder weapon is the auction gavel!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. I don't know what you're trying to say... ...but if you don't want to fall prey to my whip, then stop spouting that nonsense!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (But you already hit me, regardless! Wasn't there something different after the gavel had been used as the murder weapon? I should take another look at the evidence.)
Courtney:
Well, Prosecutor Edgeworth? Can you show us evidence that the auction gavel is the murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
Heh. I can and I will.
Leads back to:
"The place in the storeroom where Ms. Jenson hid was...!"
Edgeworth:
According to Ms. Hart's testimony, after the victim had been murdered... ...it seems she suddenly stopped hearing the sound of the gavel during the auction. However, she had been able to hear it up until then. Why was that... you ask? It was because it had been used as the murder weapon and was covered in the victim's blood... ...it became necessary to dispose of it. Isn't that right? Blaise Debeste!
Blaise:
.........
Franziska:
...I'll have a search for the murder weapon performed immediately.
Blaise:
Ah ha ha ha ha! Well... Good luck with that, y'know. You've gotta work as hard as you can while you're young, y'see.
Edgeworth:
(He's completely confident that we won't find it...!)
Courtney:
Well then, while the search for the murder weapon continues... I hereby call for a brief recess.
To be continued.
April 6, 9:18 AMGrand TowerP.I.C. Meeting Room
Courtney:
Order in the court. Prosecutor von Karma. Your report, please.
Franziska:
......I have a bad news. We've searched every inch of the Grand Tower, but... ...the auction gavel was nowhere to be found.
Edgeworth:
Kh...!
Courtney:
...That is most unfortunate. It seems... I am left with no choice, but to pronounce a verdict.
Blaise:
Well... it sure seems that way, y'know. Normally, you wouldn't commit a blunder like leaving behind the murder weapon, y'know. The best criminals would never do something like that, y'see.
Edgeworth:
(Urk..... I don't have enough information! Is this as far as I can go...!?)
Blaise:
Yes, yes. It's a shame, y'know. But it can't be helped, y'see. This takes me back, y'know. All those defendants who came to me, asking for a plea bargain. They trusted me, y'know. Told me every one of their dirty little secrets, y'see. And when it came time for the trial, I'd get them sentenced to life in prison... Th-They... were all completely dumbstruck, y'know. Each and every one of them... Ha ha ha...! Oh, how I wish you all could have seen it, y'know... th-the stupid look on their faces!
Courtney:
I shall hereby announce my verdict. Please humbly accept the words of the Law.
Edgeworth:
(There's... nothing more I can do. With this, both Kay and I are...)
Kay:
........
Franziska:
If only we had some evidence...!
Courtney:
I never thought that I would be passing judgment on you like this.
Edgeworth:
(Is this the end...?)
Courtney:
The defendant... Blaise Debeste! I hereby indict you!
Franziska:
What...
Edgeworth:
WHAAAAAAAAAT!?
Blaise:
..........Oh? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?
Courtney:
I have here, documents regarding a certain case. The IS-7 Incident... A case that happened 18 years ago.
Edgeworth:
Documents... you say? Why would you suddenly...? Wait... you don't mean...! On the day of the crime, the record of your keycard being used was because...!
Courtney:
I came to this room to fetch these documents, of course. Although... when I entered the meeting room... ...it seems it was before the black market auction had begun. At first I told you that I came to gather documents about you, Prosecutor Edgeworth... At that time, I simply could not tell you the truth.
IS-7 Incident Documents jotted down in my Organizer.
Debeste:
What are you doing, Justine!? Why are you indicting Pops!? Without any basis... th-this is slander!
Courtney:
That was a wonderful remark, Sebastian!
Debeste:
...Huh? R-Really?
Courtney:
Of course there is a basis. During the case 18 years ago... ...Prosecutor Manfred von Karma "fabricated" information regarding the body.
Edgeworth:
(That was because the body of the sculptor, Isaac Dover, had been stolen...)
Franziska:
Papa "fabricated" information about a body? What do you mean...!?
Courtney:
Detective Lacer, who handled the initial investigation, reported that the body had gone missing. However, in order to deceive Prosecutor von Karma... ...there is a person who purposely did not report to him that the body had disappeared!
Franziska:
What...!
Edgeworth:
What did you say...!?
Courtney:
That person would not forgive those who defied him, nor would he allow others to hold power. He would use any means necessary, in order to bend others to his will. And then... also 18 years ago... ...Director Young, was ordered by a certain individual to write a fake autopsy report.
Edgeworth:
Dr. Young was the one who wrote the autopsy report for the IS-7 Incident!?
Hold it!
Karin:
P-Please wait! Granny didn't do anything wrong! She was ordered by that person... She had no choice but to obey!
Edgeworth:
That person...?
Courtney:
That person... was the Chief Prosecutor at the time.
Edgeworth:
The Chief Prosecutor... 18 years ago... Y-You don't mean...!
Franziska:
The Chief Prosecutor... who gave Papa his first penalty...
Courtney:
It was none other than you! Blaise Debeste!
Blaise:
............
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Wh... What are you saying!? Pops would never do something like that!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Sebastian. We do not need your opinion right now. ...Blaise Debeste. Do you have a rebuttal?
Blaise:
Fabricating stuff about the body, Von Karma did all that on his own, y'know. Falsifying the autopsy report? Young. You would actually do something like that? Maaan... Y-You really did some terrible things behind my back, y'know...?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Seeing as how all the parties concerned are here today, we should ask them directly.
Hold it!
Karin:
P-Please wait! Granny is... Ouch! Granny... I'm sorry! I... knew. That's why I...! Yup... Because if I didn't... He said he would expose you! If I didn't assist in the crime, Granny would be prosecuted! That's what that man... the Conductor... told me!
Blaise:
...............
Edgeworth:
So Ms. Jenson... was being threatened. Was the Conductor who threatened you... Blaise Debeste?
Karin:
Th-That... I don't know. The person who threatened me was the auction conductor. They do have similar physiques, but I never saw the person's face...
Edgeworth:
Any trivial thing is fine! Give us a characteristic that could be a clue...!
Karin:
......Th-That's right! The Conductor's mask, it exposed just a tiny part of his face. There was a tattoo there. I'm sure of it!
Conductor's Clothes data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
A tattoo... you say?
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
I really have no idea what you're talking about, y'know. As you can see, there are clearly no tattoos on my face, y'see. So that person doesn't match me at all, y'know. The person who threatened her, this so-called Conductor... I wonder who it is, y'know. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Courtney:
You have incurred the wrath of the Goddess of Law. I suggest you watch what you say.
Edgeworth:
(Hasn't he incurred your own wrath, rather than the wrath of the Goddess...?)
Courtney:
Jill Crane had been pursuing you, just as I have. ...And I will not let her death be in vain.
Blaise:
Crane was... y'know. You say she was pursuing me? My, my. I didn't really know her that well, y'know. I don't mind girls chasing after me, y'know. But I don't recall her ever falling for me, y'see.
Courtney:
...You didn't know the victim well? That is a testimony we haven't heard up until now. Before the eyes of the Goddess of Law, you shall give us an official testimony!
Blaise:
...I see, I see. Everyone is bullying me. I-If you're gonna go that far... That's fine, y'see... I'll just have to make you disappear.......... Every last one of you.
Courtney:
...Prosecutor Edgeworth, I shall cooperate with you as well.
Edgeworth:
!
Courtney:
If we let this opportunity slip by, I doubt we will ever get him to stand in court again. Please. do not let this chance go to waste...
Edgeworth:
Yes..... I promise I will live up to your expectations.
Courtney:
Now then, Blaise Debeste, you shall testify regarding the victim!
-- Regarding Jill Crane --
Blaise:
The victim, Jill Crane, was a member of the Prosecutorial Investigation Committee, y'see.
Personally, I didn't really know her that well, y'know.
Either way, it's not like I had a motive to murder her, y'know.
I have no idea why she was pursuing me, y'see.
Edgeworth:
...You intend to deny your guilt until the bitter end, don't you?
Debeste:
Of course he does! There's no way Pops could be the criminal! I mean, he's my pops, you know! He's the very best, like no one ever was!
Blaise:
Yes, yes, Sebastian. If you're gonna stick up for me, be sure to have a clear basis, y'know.
Debeste:
A-Alright... I got it! I'll clear you of these false accusations, Pops. I believe in you, Pops! We won't lose to someone like Mr. Edgeworth!
Blaise:
Yes, yes. ...You really are pure, y'know?
Kay:
That person... he really loves his father, doesn't he...?
Franziska:
However... one must be able to accept the mistakes of their father... ...no matter how much they may look up to him...
Courtney:
...Each person must atone for their crimes, no matter who they are.
Edgeworth:
..... (This is going to be hard for Sebastian, but... ...I simply cannot overlook his father's crimes!)
Rebuttal
-- Regarding Jill Crane --
Blaise:
The victim, Jill Crane, was a member of the Prosecutorial Investigation Committee, y'see.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If she was a member of the P.I.C, then you should have been familiar with her.
Blaise:
Well... I knew her face, but that's about it, y'know. It's not like we met each other on a regular basis, y'see...
Blaise:
Personally, I didn't really know her that well, y'know.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you're saying you weren't very familiar with the victim?
Blaise:
That's right. I didn't even know about the burn mark on Crane's hand, y'see.
Edgeworth:
You didn't know about the burn mark...?
Blaise:
W-Well, y'see... Even if I had gotten close to her, she would have disappeared soon... It's a pain to remember someone, y'know, wh-when they're must gonna disappear, y'see.
Edgeworth:
(In other words, anyone who defies him disappears...) I would like you to add your statement about the victim's burn to your testimony.
Add statement:
"I only just learned that she had a burn mark on her hand, y'see."
Blaise:
I only just learned that she had a burn mark on her hand, y'see.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that you didn't know about the victim's burn... Is that really the truth?
Blaise:
You really are persistent, y'know. Do you really think I would pay attention to every little wound on a woman's hand?
Edgeworth:
I would think the burn mark on the victim's hand would be hard to miss...
Courtney:
Now that you mention it... Jill Crane would regularly wear gloves. I, too, did not know about the burn until the incident occurred.
Edgeworth:
(Jill Crane regularly wore gloves...?)
Blaise:
I thought so. She was probably trying to hide the burn mark, y'see? I understand how sensitive a woman can be about these things, y'know.
Edgeworth:
...I would like you to add your so-called sensitive understanding of a woman to your testimony.
Add statement:
"Maybe she was always wearing gloves in order to hide the burn mark, y'know."
Blaise:
Maybe she was always wearing gloves in order to hide the burn mark, y'know.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you were aware that she always wore gloves?
Blaise:
Well aware. Those gloves were practically her trademark, y'see. But I guess they weren't just a fashion statement. She wanted to hide her burn mark, y'know. I wonder if that girl over there is also hiding something under her bandages?
Kay:
Huh...? I'm... not hiding anything...
Blaise:
I think you are, y'know. You're hiding the face of a criminal!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Those words... should be directed at someone like you. I shall expose, here and now... the face of a true criminal!
Blaise:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! How amusing. ...Go ahead and try it, if you think you can.
Edgeworth:
(So, Jill Crane regularly wore gloves... That's interesting... I should look over the evidence one more time.)
Present Stuffed Animal
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Jill Crane regularly wore gloves..."
Blaise:
Either way, it's not like I had a motive to murder her, y'know.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was there ever any trouble between you two over work?
Blaise:
Ah ha ha! Unlikely, y'know. I'm kind of important, y'see. I've gotten reports saying that she was exceedingly capable. But, y'know, our social status was completely different, y'see? So we didn't talk much, y'know.
Edgeworth:
That may be true, but it doesn't prove that you didn't kill her.
Blaise:
That's rather prejudiced, y'know. I mean, look at you. You're taking the side of a criminal.
Courtney:
It seems Ms. Crane was the one who had an interest in you, Mr. Chairman.
Blaise:
Y'know, that really is a mystery. I haven't the faintest idea, y'see. So that's that. Since I had no motive, your reasoning doesn't hold, y'know?
Blaise:
I have no idea why she was pursuing me, y'see.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you have no clue why the victim had been pursuing you?
Blaise:
Nope. Not in the slightest, y'know...
Debeste:
It's because Pops is such a handsome man!
Blaise:
It's true, y'know. Women appear before me and then disappear, disappear and then reappear...
Debeste:
Heh heh. You guys could never reach my Pop's level of awesomeness.
Courtney:
It would certainly be impossible for a normal person... ...having people appear and then "physically" disappear on a daily basis.
Blaise:
......Well, then. Maybe Courtney's going to disappear too?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Before that happens, I'll see to it your way of life disappears today.
Blaise:
I see, I see... Then I should finish it before the day's over. Keh heh heh heh heh.
Edgeworth:
(I will have to organize my information about the victim...)
Franziska:
...If there's anything you don't understand, you should look over the evidence again. Perhaps you'll find a new fact this time around.
Edgeworth:
! Franziska... You're willing to help me?
Franziska:
I told you, I'm doing this for Kay Faraday... not you.
Edgeworth:
(...Franziska seems to be worrying about Kay in her own way.)
Edgeworth:
Jill Crane regularly wore gloves... If that is true, then it creates a huge contradiction.
Blaise:
Oh? A huge contradiction, y'say...?
Edgeworth:
I would like you to listen to the voices recorded on this stuffed animal one more time.
...*bzz*...*bzzz*... *bzzz*...*bzt*... And... th...
I knew who you were right away. You can't hide that burn from me.
........
Silence, huh... I've been waiting for my chance to get revenge all this time!
AAAAAAHHH... *bzz* ...*bzzz*...*bzt*...
Edgeworth:
We were under the impression that this was the moment when the victim was murdered. "I knew who you were right away. You can't hide that burn from me." ...We thought that this statement was said by the culprit.
Blaise:
I-Isn't that fine? What's the problem, y'know?
Edgeworth:
Heh... There is a huge problem with that. If the victim had been wearing gloves from the start... ...it would have been impossible to see the burn on her hand!
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Gloves come off very easily, y'know? She could have taken them off during the auction.
Edgeworth:
! That's...!
Hold it!
Karin:
That's not true! Ms. Crane had been wearing her gloves when I took her place! She must have been wearing them before she was murdered!
Blaise:
Wh... What are you saying? You! Don't you understand the position you're in!?
Karin:
I-I... I'm not scared anymore! I have Granny here with me! "Blaise... Your day of reckoning has finally come."
Blaise:
...Somehow... it seems like you all want to disappear... permanently!
Edgeworth:
The only one who will be disappearing here... is you! Blaise Debeste!
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Hey! How dare you say that to Pops! Does it really matter if the burn mark was visible or not?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...It certainly does matter. If the burn mark was visible, then we'd have a complete turnabout of the situation!
Debeste:
Wha... What are you saying!? If the victim's burn mark wasn't visible, what exactly does that tell you?
The culprit also had a burn mark
Leads to:
"Sebastian. ...Turn your way of thinking around."
The victim didn't have a burn mark
Edgeworth:
The victim didn't have a burn mark at all!
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth. You should probably take another look at the victim's hand. No matter how you look at it, the victim definitely has a burn mark!
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (He went straight to the point. If we assume that the culprit could not see the victim's burn mark... ...then what did the person who spoke in the recording see...? I should have the answer!)
Debeste:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth. Give me a serious answer!
Leads back to:
"If the victim's burn mark wasn't visible, what exactly does that tell you?"
There weren't any burn marks
Edgeworth:
There weren't any burn marks at all... They were all a fantasy from the very beginning!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. What do you see on Ms. Crane's hand?
Edgeworth:
...Mmph. (There's clearly a burn mark... If we assume that the culprit could not see the victim's burn mark... ...then what did the person who spoke in the recording see...? I should have the answer!)
Debeste:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth. Give me a serious answer!
Leads back to:
"If the victim's burn mark wasn't visible, what exactly does that tell you?"
Edgeworth:
Sebastian. ...Turn your way of thinking around. If the victim was wearing gloves, then her burn mark could not have been seen. In that case, whose burn mark was seen?
Debeste:
Someone else's... burn mark...?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. The culprit must have had a burn mark as well. In other words... "I knew who you were right away. You can't hide that burn from me." The person who said this... was not the culprit, but the victim!
Debeste:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
...Sebastian. Could you please step aside? Edgeworth. All your reasoning up til now was just a figment of your imagination, y'know? The culprit had a burn mark? ...Where was it, y'know? If you can't answer that, then your logic doesn't hold up, y'know?
Edgeworth:
(...Where was the culprit's burn mark...?)
Kay:
...I wonder where the burn mark could have been...? During the auction... wasn't everyone wearing a disguise?
Edgeworth:
...Indeed. During the auction, everyone should have been dressed in a particular way. (If the burn mark was still visible under those conditions, then...)
Blaise:
Now, now. Why don't you show us? Where was the culprit's burn? ...You'll have to show me the proof, y'see!
Present Conductor's Clothes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"She hid inside this costume drunk."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Blaise:
Are you suggesting it will tell me where the burn mark was located? It's too bad, but I just don't understand it at all, y'know.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So I was wrong...! I need to consider the state of the Conductor when Ms. Crane saw the burn mark... If I focus on that, the location of the burn mark should logically come to light.)
Blaise:
Hey, Edgeworth. Hurry up and present it, y'know.
Leads back to:
"Where was the culprit's burn? ...You'll have to show me the proof, y'see!"
Edgeworth:
It was what the Conductor was wearing the auction... In other words, the outfit you were wearing at the time!
Blaise:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha! What can you figure out from the clothes alone?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The Conductor had been wearing a white suit, white gloves, and a mask... His attire had covered up most of his skin. However, according to Ms. Jenson's testimony... ...the Conductor's mask exposed a small part of his face. In addition, while she thought there had been a tattoo there... ...it's possible that she simply mistook the burn mark for a tattoo!
Debeste:
! A burn mark... on his face...?
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
That's all very scintillating, but I'm afraid you're getting excited over nothing, y'know. None of the P.I.C. members have any burn marks on their faces, y'see. Naturally, that includes me as well, y'know!
Debeste:
Huh...? P-Pops...? But.....!
Blaise:
...Sebastian. Could you please be quiet? If you're an idiot, then act like one, y'know?
Debeste:
......
Edgeworth:
(Normally, Sebastian is a nuisance to everyone around him... ...but this time, I owe him my gratitude. That reaction from Blaise's own son... It reveals the truth more clearly than anything else. Thanks to him, I am confident that my reasoning is correct! I know who that unidentified piece of evidence belongs to!)
Kay:
I wonder what's wrong with that prosecutor...?
Edgeworth:
Usually, Sebastian is slower to arrive at the truth than anyone else. However, this time he has probably figured it out. His own father... is a criminal.
Kay:
Since he knows the truth... He's... in pain, isn't he? ...If he didn't know the truth, he could have remained blissful in his ignorance...
Edgeworth:
...Kay. We are here in order to pursue the truth. It doesn't matter what path my reasoning takes, the important thing is to arrive at the truth. Once before... when I lost faith in my reasoning, you said that to me and showed me the way. This time, I shall show you the truth. You are innocent!
Kay:
...I..... ...I also... want to know the truth. Mr. Edgeworth... Please tell me!
Edgeworth:
Yes... That's the spirit.
Blaise:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's impossible, y'know. For all of you. I mean, just where could I possibly have a burn mark? It's nowhere to be found, y'see! There's no evidence to prove that I'm the culprit, y'know.
Debeste:
Th-That's right! There's no contradiction at all! There's no way there can be a contradiction! Not for my Pops...!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Sebastian. I understand why you don't want to admit it. However... if you avert your eyes from the truth, you will regret it forever.
Debeste:
! P-Pops... I... Just what should I do...!?
Blaise:
......Hah. I really wonder... Why you're such an idiot, y'know? Sebastian. If you really wanna save me, you'll have to try a little bit harder, y'see... Gotta use your head, y'know? ...Honestly, you really are a useless idiot.
Debeste:
N-No way...! But, I tried real hard... I tried my best, Pops! I went to the school you told me to go, reached the top of my class, just like you told me to! Just look at this jacket! Only someone who graduates at the top of his class gets to wear it! I did everything you told me to do! That's how I got to be the best at the academy! I even won all those awards, just so I could be like you, Pops...!
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
You really are... such an idiot, y'know.
Debeste:
...!
Blaise:
Y'know those gold stars you got on your tests, I made the teachers give them to you. Every speech and debate contest, all of the judges were my friends. Y'know, Sebastian. If you weren't even able to notice something like that... ...you're really not worthy of being called my son. Don't you think?
Debeste:
Ah... ah... ah... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAaaaaaaaahhh!
Blaise:
Awww... Even my son has disappeared... Ah ha ha ha ha ha... Oh my... It's enough to make me cry, y'know. H-He was trying his best for me, and yet, he was totally useless, y'know...
Edgeworth:
You are truly a despicable person. As the Chairman of the P.I.C., and as a father...!
Franziska:
...Even I feel sorry for that foolish prosecutor.
Kay:
...Poor Mr. Prosecutor...
Courtney:
Blaise Debeste! You... Just what do you think of your own son!?
Blaise:
He's just a useless pawn, y'see. Whoa now. Maybe you should look in the mirror before you criticize me, y'know. I mean, even you... you also used Sebastian to get close to me, didn't you?
Courtney:
...I cannot deny that. However... he is not a mere "pawn"! He always tried to do his very best, even if the results aren't up to par. I've seen just how hard he tries. ...And yet, you refuse to even acknowledge it...!
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Ah ha ha ha ha! That kid is no good, y'see. No matter what he does... or is told to do!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I shall leave this offering to the Goddess of Law to you. Deliver her divine judgment against Blaise Debeste!
Edgeworth:
Yes. That was my intention... from the beginning. (If there was a burn mark on the Conductor's face... ...then Blaise Debeste must be hiding it. What was he wearing during the auction? That is... key to revealing the truth!)
Courtney:
Well then, allow me to hear your answer! Please show the piece of evidence that proves the culprit had a burn mark on his face!
Present Karin's Testimony
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"If you would recall Ms. Jenson's testimony. There's still one point that remains unexplained."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Blaise:
Are you saying that shows the proof of the burn mark? I don't understand, y'know. I don't understand it at all.
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste! Even if you do not understand...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I also do not understand.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So this isn't the proof... There is one clear difference between the Conductor and Blaise... He should be hiding the burn mark there... Now all I need to do is present the evidence that shows it!)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Deliver her divine judgment against Blaise Debeste!
Edgeworth:
Yes. That was my intention... from the beginning.
Leads back to:
"Well then, allow me to hear your answer!"
Edgeworth:
If you would recall Ms. Jenson's testimony. There's still one point that remains unexplained. Two types of wigs had been prepared, one of which was left unused.
Courtney:
Do you mean the wavy wig...?
Franziska:
...What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
It was something Ms. Jenson found when she switched places with the victim.
Franziska:
What does something like that have to do with the burn!?
Edgeworth:
Inside the costume trunk, Ms. Jenson witnessed two wigs. One of them had been used by Ms. Jenson to make her look like the victim. Now then, just what was the other wig used for?
Franziska:
...It doesn't seems like it was a spare wig.
Edgeworth:
There's no need to overthink it. Just compare the attire of the true culprit, the Conductor, with that of Blaise Debeste.
Blaise:
......! D-Don't stare at me like that.
Edgeworth:
Don't you think there's just one spot where there is a huge contradiction? Specifically, around his face.
Franziska:
! So that's...!
Kay:
...Not a wig at all.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. ...It was no wig. Blaise Debeste! It was your fake beard!
Blaise:
A... Ah ha ha... This is... a real beard, y'know. Don't tease me like that, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Your son must have realized the truth before anyone else. That's why he was trying so desperately to protect you. You were also worried that he would tell the truth... Isn't that why you drove your son away from here? Because... he knew that his father was hiding a burn under his fake beard!
Blaise:
G... Grr...!
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste! How about you remove that fake beard of yours!
Blaise:
Y... YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHITBURNSITBURNSTHEGOGGLESDONOTHING!
Edgeworth:
!
Kay:
Ah... A burn mark...!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Justice has been served before the Goddess of Law... For that, I give you my thanks.
Edgeworth:
...I should be the one thanking you.
Courtney:
Blaise Debeste! I hereby announce my verdict! You shall be taken into custody for the murder of Jill Crane!
April 6, 9:44 AMGrand TowerP.I.C. Meeting Room
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... Thank you very much. I am so happy that you believed in me to the very end!
Edgeworth:
...There's no need to thank me. As a prosecutor... No, as a friend, I simply wanted to save you.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I bring good tidings. It seems that former Chairman Debeste has been safely detained in the detention center. However, the search for the murder weapon, the auction gavel, continues... Blaise Debeste is a shrewd man. There is a good chance that he has already disposed of it. There is also... one piece of testimony that concerns me. Blaise Debeste mentioned that the only thing he did not fake were the letters.
Edgeworth:
...What do you mean?
Courtney:
First, he found this letter in Jill Crane's clothes... Then, he also found this letter on Kay, who was unconscious in the storeroom. The contests of the letters seem to suggest that the two had been corresponding with each other... Which is why Blaise Debeste assumed that the two were working together.
Edgeworth:
(Ridiculous. That can't be right.)
Courtney:
After reading the two letters, he decided to pin the crime on Kay Faraday. In order to cast suspicion on her, he planted one of the letters in a noticeable spot... ...the deceased Jill Crane's left breast pocket.
Edgeworth:
Isn't that just an excuse?
Courtney:
Yes. That is what I thought as well. It may have simply been a last-ditch effort to save himself. However, before the stern eyes of the Goddess of Law, these are all trivial matters. His crime shall certainly not go unpunished. With this, I have finally fulfilled one of my long-standing missions.
Edgeworth:
...Judge Courtney. Will you tell me what you know? Why did Blaise Debeste murder Jill Crane? And what lies hidden behind this case?
Courtney:
Yes. I don't mind. You have the right to know everything. Long ago, Jill Crane was in love with a cameraman. That man was pursuing the black market auction as a journalist. And then... before he could reach the truth, he was erased.
Edgeworth:
......
Courtney:
The feelings and the items Ms. Crane inherited from her beloved... ...brought her to the auction. She had come to exact revenge on the Conductor... Blaise. ...Although in the end, she was the one who was murdered instead...
Edgeworth:
I see... So that's what happened.
Courtney:
While the Goddess of Law cannot condone her actions... ...we have succeeded in her goal of bringing Blaise Debeste's crimes to light.
Edgeworth:
(So, Judge Courtney's goal was to expose Blaise Debeste... ...and reveal the dark secrets of the P.I.C.)
Kay:
Umm... By the way, what happened to the young prosecutor...?
Courtney:
...We have been unable to contact him for some time now.
Kay:
Do you have any idea where he might be...?
Courtney:
I... had not been truly working for him, so...
Kay:
I see... I feel very sorry for him.
Franziska:
...What you should be sorry for, is the fact that he was kept in the dark until now. No matter how cruel reality is, he will have to accept it. If he can't... he won't be able to walk his own path in life. ...Ever.
Edgeworth:
...A father's influence is not something that is easily erased. However, I'm sure he will be able to change from here on out.
Kay:
Yes... That's right. Surely... You must be right. Will I too... be able to walk my own path in life...?
Karin:
Kay! Is your body alright!?
Kay:
Y-Yes. Thanks to you...
Karin:
I'm so sorry! Even though you're my patient... ...you ended up getting suspected because of me... Ouch! "You can't just take care of the patient's body. You gotta take care of the heart too." That's my Granny! Kay, how are your memories?
Kay:
I feel like... I'm on the verge of remembering something...
Courtney:
...Well then, I shall take my leave here. I will be presiding over Patricia Roland's trial.
Edgeworth:
That would be the trial for the murder of Horace Knightley... Who's in charge of the defense?
Courtney:
Ms. Crane was supposed to be her defense attorney, but now that she has passed away... ...we are currently arranging for a replacement defense attorney.
Edgeworth:
(Jill Crane had been in charge of Patricia Roland's defense!?)
Courtney:
I'll also have to get in contact with Sebastian quickly, since he's the prosecutor in charge... Well then...
Kay:
Ah...! P-Please wait! What about Mr. Edgeworth's prosecutor's badge? What will happen... to his prosecutor's badge?
Courtney:
With the chairman's arrest, the P.I.C. is no longer functional... ...so I cannot answer that question easily. Perhaps one should say... Only the Goddess of Law knows?
Kay:
B-But that's...!
Edgeworth:
...You don't need to worry about me. This is the path that I have chosen.
Courtney:
It seems you have no plans to change it either.
Edgeworth:
Of course not. I chose this path to seek the truth.
Courtney:
...With the departure of Blaise Debeste, the Law has once again returned to our hands. If you truly desire to continue the prosecutor's path... ...I am willing to assist you in reclaiming your badge.
Edgeworth:
I appreciate the sentiment... but I must decline. I did not relinquish my badge with half-hearted feelings.
Courtney:
I see... It seems that our paths of Law will continues to run counter to each other.
Edgeworth:
...Heh. Until our paths cross once again, I shall have you hold onto that badge.
Courtney:
That was my intention from the start.
Franziska:
.....
Courtney:
...However, on occasion, the Goddess of Law is quite generous. Please return this notebook to its proper owner.
Edgeworth:
Kay's "Promise Notebook"!
Courtney:
It seems this was scheduled to be put up for bidding at the black market auction. The name "Kay" is written on the notebook. It seems Blaise Debeste quickly realized this belonged to the girl. Since the letters he found also contained the same name...
Edgeworth:
You speak as if he really did not know about the letters. Are you saying that Blaise really did not prepare the letters himself?
Courtney:
Yes. That man said so himself... Kay Faraday's goal was to steal back the notebook. Jill Crane's goal was to get revenge. In order to achieve their goals, the two teamed up to infiltrate the auction... or so he says. 
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately... this was all Blaise's misunderstanding. It was purely a coincidence. If the attorney from the P.I.C. and Kay really were acquaintances... ...it would be strange that she never mentioned it to me, considering her personality.
Courtney:
Ha ha. You really do trust her, don't you?
Edgeworth:
.......
Courtney:
In the end, the notebook was used as another red herring, but... It's something that is very important to that girl, isn't it? I'll make a special exception and return it. I'm sure that's what the Goddess of Law desires.
Edgeworth:
That's... Um.... I appreciate it.
Courtney:
I shall pray that she recovers her lost memories.
Kay:
Umm... Is something wrong...?
Edgeworth:
...Kay. I am returning something very important to you.
Kay:
Ah... This is...!
Kay:
Always greet people with a smile, even people you don't know. Never cry in front of strangers. Look, Daddy! I wrote them all down! Yup! I'll be sure to follow all of our promises, and become a hero just like you, Daddy! ...Ah! That's right! There was one more... I forgot to write down the most important promise! Promise number five... Always try your hardest to learn about things you don't understand! Eheheh... I'll be sure to remember. I'll never, ever forget them!
Kay:
...Always try your hardest... to learn about things you don't understand... That's right... I'm... "I" am...! I am...! ...the "Great Thief" who steals the truth, Kay Faraday! I'm the Second Yatagarasu, and Mr. Edgeworth's assistant!
Edgeworth:
Kay... You remember!?
Kay:
Eheheh... It's kinda embarrassing, though. Thank you so much! It's all thanks to you, Mr. Edgeworth! Even when I lost my memories, you were still always trying to save me, right?
Edgeworth:
Heh... It seems you're back to normal.
Karin:
Wow! Kay! You've gotten better! Your health comes first! Now you can relax! "Just make sure you don't run off and lose all your memories again."
Kay:
Ah... Ms. Jenson, Dr. Young! Thanks for worrying about me.
Karin:
"Hey. If you're feeling all better, how about changing back into your own clothes?" I washed your clothes for you, Kay, so they're nice and clean!
Edgeworth:
These clothes... Wasn't Detective Gumshoe holding on to them?
Karin:
He said forensics was done with them, so he gave them back to me.
Edgeworth:
...Have they revealed the results of the analysis yet?
Karin:
Hmm... To be honest, I actually didn't think to ask about that... Now, now! More importantly, let's hurry up and get you changed, Kay!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Still... Isn't it better if we do not remove her bandages?
Karin:
Ah. She should be fine now. Kay just bumped her head. She didn't really have any other major injuries.
Edgeworth:
Then... Why was she so heavily bandaged?
Karin:
Better safe than sorry! A pound of prevention is worth an ounce of cure! That's my motto!
Edgeworth:
(What a troublesome motto...)
Karin:
Come on, Kay! Let's get you dressed up over there!
Kay:
Now, this is definitely what a Great Thief should look like!
Franziska:
...A smile certainly suits you best. In the past... and now as well.
Kay:
Ms. von Karma... Thank you for coming too!
Franziska:
I-I... I only came because Scruffy asked me to. That Scruffy, he also wanted to see your energetic self again.
Kay:
Gummy...! What happened to Gummy!?
Franziska:
Who knows... Maybe he was disgusted with the man who willingly threw away his prosecutor's badge?
Edgeworth:
! (Detective Gumshoe...)
Franziska:
...I must be going soon. I'll be taking these ladies in for questioning.
Kay:
Ah... What's going to happen to the two of them?
Franziska:
One aided in the murder of an attorney, the other forged an autopsy report 18 years ago... Those crimes definitely won't disappear. Of course... I will mention in court that they were being blackmailed by Blaise.
Karin:
We'll be just fine! As long as Granny's by my side, we're invincible!
Franziska:
...Well then, take care.
Edgeworth:
Now then... Kay. Sorry to ask so soon right after you regained your memories, but I have some questions.
Kay:
Sure! Ask me anything you want!
Edgeworth:
What were you doing on the day you lost your memories?
Kay:
On that day... I was asked to come to Gourd Lake. I don't know who called me there, though. As I was watching the moon at Gourd Lake... ...a person in a red raincoat approached me! All of a sudden, he used some kind of drug to knock me out!
Edgeworth:
What...! (What is she saying? The place where Kay saw the moon was at Gourd Lake?)
Kay:
When I woke up, it seems I somehow ended up on the roof of the Grand Tower. My mind was still in a daze, so I stumbled around for a bit... That's when I found the person in the red raincoat, collapsed! I was startled. And when I stepped back in panic... ...I fell from a high place and got knocked out cold again! And, when I woke up, all my memories were gone. The person in the red raincoat... Who exactly was that person? Oh yeah... I was certain that I saw them walking in mid-air... Hmm... Somehow, this is all starting to make my head hurt!
Edgeworth:
...Please calm down. You're just a little confused because you've only recently gotten your memory back. Most likely, this is the main cause of your confused memories...
You fell in a hole
Edgeworth:
Isn't it because you fell in a hole?
Kay:
It's true, that's what caused me to lose my memories, but... ...that's not really the direct cause behind my confused memories, right?
Edgeworth:
Hm... Yes. (Indeed, that's not it...) Right before you were at the Grand Tower, you were at the Gourd Lake Park. In that case, there can only be one reason why your memories are confused.
Kay:
Huh? What is it then!?
Leads back to:
"Most likely, this is the main cause of your confused memories..."
Your memories of two places
Leads to:
"This is probably the main cause of your confused memories..."
Your name on the notebook
Edgeworth:
Your name written on the Promise Notebook must be the cause.
Kay:
Hmm. Why does my name being written in the Promise Notebook... ...caused me to remember the person in the red raincoat floating in mid-air?
Edgeworth:
Uh... Hmm. (As one would expect, they aren't related.) Right before you were at the Grand Tower, you were at the Gourd Lake Park. In that case, there can only be one reason why your memories are confused.
Kay:
Huh? What is it then!?
Leads back to:
"Most likely, this is the main cause of your confused memories..."
Edgeworth:
This is probably the main cause of your confused memories... You saw the moon at both the Gourd Lake Park and the Grand Tower rooftop... ..which led you to confuse the two places.
Kay:
Huh? But... aren't they totally different places? Even if I was in a daze, do you really think I'd get them confused?
Edgeworth:
Most likely, there was something at the Grand Tower which led to your confusion.
Present cherry tree or food stall
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The Grand Tower rooftop and Gourd Lake have two points in common."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Wasn't this at the Grand Tower?
Kay:
Huh? That's... I'm not totally sure!
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. (It seems this wasn't it.)
Kay:
Ah! Now that you mention it, the Grand Tower rooftop... ...does kind of look similar to the Gourd Lake Park!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That must be what caused your memories to become confused.
Kay:
So then, what specifically was the cause?
Leads back to:
"Most likely, there was something at the Grand Tower which led to your confusion."
Edgeworth:
The Grand Tower rooftop and Gourd Lake have two points in common. They both have a cherry tree and a food stall.
Kay:
Ah! Now that you mention it...!
Edgeworth:
Your memories were confused because you had been in two similar locations. The person that you first saw could not have been walking in mid-air. They were simply walking on the ground at Gourd Lake Park. You must have gotten that scene confused with the Grand Tower rooftop.
Kay:
S-So that's what happened... How dare they steal the memories of a Great Thief! They'll pay for this!
Edgeworth:
(Nevertheless... I wonder who the person that assaulted Kay was? The person in the red raincoat, who appeared at Gourd Lake...)
...*beep beep beep*...
Edgeworth:
Hm. What's that noise?
Kay:
It sounds like it's coming from the storeroom! Mr. Edgeworth! Let's go check it out!
Lotta:
Wh-What's this!? My shutterbug sense is tinglin'! I smell me another scoop!
Edgeworth:
(! Y-You're still here...!?)
April 6, 9:53 AMGrand Tower51st Floor Storeroom
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! This walkie-talkie thing here is what's beeping!
Edgeworth:
Hmm...! (This transceiver... Why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere before...?)
...*beep beep beep*...
Kay:
I-It's still beeping, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(I'm not particularly familiar with this sort of evidence...)
Kay:
C'mon, we have to answer it! Here goes!
...*click*...
Kay:
Hello! Edgeworth speaking!
Edgeworth:
K-Kay. Please don't just answer it on your own.
???:
I am speaking with Mr. Miles Edgeworth, I presume?
Edgeworth:
(Th-This voice is...!) ...Shelly de Killer!
de Killer:
I congratulate you on resolving the case. However... ...can you truly say in good conscience that it has been solved? Are you aware of the mastermind who is pulling the strings behind this incident?
Edgeworth:
You...! Why do you know about the incident!?
de Killer:
...That's not important right now, wouldn't you agree? Right now, we're discussing the mastermind behind this case.
Edgeworth:
...I've had an inkling that such a person existed, even before you said anything. After all, there was evidence to suggest that someone had used Kay to disrupt the investigation.
Kay:
Huh!? There was...? So... who's this mastermind?
de Killer:
I would like to hear your thoughts on the matter. Would you kindly show me the evidence that indicates the existence of a mastermind?
Present Victim's Letter
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The Grand Tower rooftop and Gourd Lake have two points in common."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This indicates the existence of a mastermind in this case.
Kay:
Hmm, I can't say I really understand.
de Killer:
I am very sorry, but I also do not understand.
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (So this wasn't it? Wasn't there anything that was left unexplained among the evidence?)
de Killer:
I await your answer, Mr. Edgeworth.
Leads back to:
"Would you kindly show me the evidence that indicates the existence of a mastermind?"
Edgeworth:
It was the letter that Kay allegedly sent to the victim.
Kay:
C-Come to think of it...! I don't remember writing that letter at all!
de Killer:
...Who could have prepared this letter...? I, too, am quite curious to know.
Edgeworth:
So, you're not the one who wrote the letter?
de Killer:
What could I possibly gain from doing such an act? ...Is it not necessary for you to stand in court in order to make the truth clear? What can you possibly do, now that your badge has been taken from you...? I look forward to finding out from the shadows.
Edgeworth:
(This man... How does he know that!?)
de Killer:
Do we have an understanding? Please ensure you do not betray my trust. Now then, if you'll excuse me.
...*click*...
Kay:
He said the case wasn't solved yet. What did he mean by that? And why would Mr. de Killer even bother telling us that? Ugh... Nothing makes sense anymore!
Edgeworth:
(This case... has not reached its true conclusion yet. However... although I've lost my prosecutor's badge, who I am still has not changed. While I don't know where this may lead me, I shall reveal the truth... I swear it!)
THE END
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right... I need to reconsider the information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information. I need to think this over one more time.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There is a clear contradiction in your testimony.
Franziska:
In that case, would you care to explain what the contradiction is? Depending on your answer, you may or may not incur the wrath of my whip.
Edgeworth:
Gwaaah! (I didn't even say anything yet!)
Ema:
As long as she has her whip, words alone won't reach her! You'll need to present evidence!
Edgeworth:
Right. I won't let her whip me again.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Doesn't your testimony contradict with this piece of evidence?
Franziska:
You would do well to think things over yourself before questioning others. And for the record, my answer is "nein"!
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (I guess that was wrong...)
Ray:
What are you doing, Miles? You're turning Franny-pie into fifty shades of rage! Before that whip hits you, you should hurry up and... YOOOWZAAA!
Franziska:
Foolish words will only result in fifty shades of pain!
Edgeworth:
(I should settle this before Mr. Shields ends up as fifty shades of maimed...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, will you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. I'm warning you, if you do not wish to become my whip's next victim... Do not present such meaningless things before me!
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (What was the point of warning me!?)
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth, scientifically speaking, that whip looks extremely painful!
Edgeworth:
I don't need science to tell me how painful it is...
Ema:
Maybe you should be a bit more careful next time.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Courtney:
I'm afraid I cannot accept that piece of evidence. I do not believe it has any relation to my testimony.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (As I expected, she's nothing like Mr. Debeste. However, I won't back down so easily!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Don't you have a problem with that statement just now?
Courtney:
Should I have a problem with it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Exactly. Because there's no problem at all!
Courtney:
In that case, you should have refrained from speaking in the first place.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhooh! (I don't think that left a good impression...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. There is a contradiction in your testimony!
Courtney:
I cannot authorize this statement.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... And why not?
Courtney:
Because it's obvious you're bluffing.
Edgeworth:
Nguuuoooh! (Is that the impression I give off? ...Next time for sure, I will present evidence that will silence her for good!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Blaise Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Doesn't this piece of evidence create a contradiction in your testimony?
Blaise:
Hrmmm... I wonder. What do you think, Sebastian?
Debeste:
I don't really understand, but I don't think so.
Blaise:
I know, right? That's what I was thinking as well.
Edgeworth:
Ugh! (What's with this father and son tag team...!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, it's fine. Why don't we just give up...?
Edgeworth:
Kay. It's still much too early to give up. I will definitely prove your innocence.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Blaise Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste! Take a look at this piece of evidence.
Blaise:
What's wrong, Edgeworth? You're getting all fired up. Maybe you should cool your head and think it over once again. 'Cause I don't have time to put up with something as meaningless as that.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So that was wrong!)
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth. You really think someone like you can defeat my pops!? Pops is super important, you know!
Blaise:
Yes, yes. You're embarrassing me, Sebastian, so please stop, OK?
Edgeworth:
(Blaise Debeste... He seems to be a fairly formidable opponent. I should make my moves more carefully.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Blaise Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste. Take a look at this piece of evidence and tell me what you think!
Blaise:
What do I think? Absolutely nothing at all... Right, Sebastian?
Debeste:
Yeah, Pops. That has nothing to do with your testimony just now!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (Even Sebastian...!)
Kay:
It looks like Mr. Debeste has gotten a bit livelier, hasn't he?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. He probably feels a lot more confident with his father backing him up. However, I will break through that confidence of the Debeste father and son duo.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Karin Jenson & Bonnie Young)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Dr. Young! Your testimony is wrong!
Karin:
Granny is pretty old, so you should treat her more nicely... Ouch! "Don't treat me like I'm old! I'm not so senile that I would be tricked by a bluff like that."
Edgeworth:
Argh! (That wasn't a bluff.)
Kay:
Granny is a lively one, isn't she?
Edgeworth:
Although I feel like she is a bit too lively... Let's see if we can quiet her down.
Kay:
...Mr. Edgeworth, please be nice to the elderly, okay?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Karin Jenson & Bonnie Young)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Jenson. I would like you to take a look at this piece of evidence.
Karin:
Errm, me? "I'm the one giving testimony now. Why are you asking my granddaughter?"
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (It's because you two are tied to the hip, that's why I got mixed up! There might be something I failed to hear. Let me try listening carefully to "Dr. Young's" words one more time.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Karin Jenson & Bonnie Young)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Dr. Young. Could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Karin:
"I don't mind looking, but just what is that?" Yeah! Just what is that!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It doesn't really matter if you don't understand.
Karin:
"If it doesn't matter, then you shouldn't have shown it to me from the start."
Edgeworth:
Argh! (She is quite right... She is quite a feisty old lady... However, I won't be defeated in a place like this!)
Too many penalties
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Lotta Hart)
Lotta:
I've had enough of yer time wastin' shenanigans! You'd best skedaddle now!
Edgeworth:
Sh-Shoot... I messed up!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Blaise Debeste)
Blaise:
Y'know... I'm a pretty busy man. I'll be heading back now, y'see?
Edgeworth:
Sh-Shoot... I messed up!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing of interest here.
The Golden Court
Transcript
Chapter 4The Golden Court
Waiting Hall
Maya:
It doesn't make sense...*sob* How has it come to this...?
Phoenix:
The darned witch! Why did it have to happen to the professor, of all people?!
Maya:
You've got to believe me, Nick! I may be a spirit medium, but I'm no witch!
Phoenix:
Don't worry, I know it wasn't you!
Maya:
...Hmm? Say, have you seen Luke today?
Phoenix:
I haven't seen him since last night. He was crying all night... I didn't know what to say to him...
Maya:
No kidding... He's the one suffering the most from all this... Poor kid...
Phoenix:
He probably needs some time alone with his grief. We should leave him be.
Maya:
Yeah... He shouldn't have to see this trial. It'd be too hard for him.
Espella:
............
Maya:
Oh, it's Espella!
Phoenix:
What are you doing here, Espella? Have you been cleared of the accusations?
Espella:
No...not yet. If only it was that easy... It's just that... I'm not technically under arrest, so I got special permission to come here. I'm free to go wherever I like...within this building.
Phoenix:
Ah, I see...
Espella:
Uhm... I... I heard about Mr Layton. It's awful... He was such a good man!
Phoenix:
............ I'm sorry, Espella.
Espella:
Huh? What are you apologising for?
Phoenix:
We were supposed to find clues connected to Bezella... but we couldn't find anything. And now the professor's been...
Espella:
No, don't say that! It's not your fault! And I don't believe a word of what they say about Maya! She isn't a witch!
Maya:
Thank you, Espella...
Espella:
Uhm...Mr Wright... Do you mind if I assist you in court today?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Espella:
I...I know I may not be of much use... but I'll do what I can! I want to help you and Maya!
Phoenix:
Espella...
???:
...Excuse me.
Phoenix:
Y-you're...
Greyerl:
Greyerl, butler of the late Master Belduke. I have come to enquire after Miss Maya. It is most regrettable what happened yesterday.
Maya:
Oh, thank you for coming all the way here! ...Hmm? You look really pale, Jean. Are you all right?
Greyerl:
Oh, please don't worry about me. It's merely that, since the incident, sleep has eluded me.
Maya:
Oh...
Greyerl:
I spent the night searching through Master's notes on alchemy. I hoped there may be some mention... of a method by which something turned to gold may be reverted back to its original form.
Phoenix:
You were looking for a way to... rescue the professor?
Greyerl:
Human fate is often cruel. But that's also why we must never lose hope.
Maya:
Jean...
Defender! Accused! The trial is about to start. Proceed to the chamber!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, we're coming!
Maya:
Nick...
Phoenix:
Cheer up, Maya! I'm not just going to let them sentence you!
Maya:
I just wish all this would stop already. Whether someone's a "witch" or not... no one deserves to be burned!
Phoenix:
I know. I can't stand for it either.
Greyerl:
............ If you'll kindly excuse me now, I must return to my duties.
Phoenix:
Ah, no problem. We, uhm, appreciate you coming to see us. (Something's bothering me... Jean seems somewhat odd today.)
Espella:
...Let's go, Mr Wright! The trial is about to begin!
Witches' Court
Judge:
Ahem... The trial of Maya Fey shall now begin, as scheduled. Knights of the Court, are you ready to cross your swords of justice?
Barnham:
Inquisitor Zacharias Barnham always has his sword ready for the work of justice.
Phoenix:
Uhh...defence ready, Your Honour. At this stage, I've just gotta give it all I've got!
Judge:
............ It would appear the defender has thrown down the gauntlet, Sir Barnham. Now, before we begin...may I have a word with you, defender?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour!
Judge:
Last time me met, you stood in this court as an apprentice baker. In all honesty, when I saw you for the first time, I thought to myself: "A baker should stick to bread baking."
Phoenix:
...Is that so? (What a fine first impression I made...)
Judge:
However, today you are not merely some befuddled maker of sweet buns. I am obliged to fully recognise you... as a knight of law and justice on par with Inquisitor Zacharias Barnham.
Barnham:
............
Judge:
Now, may your duel begin! Fight bravely and expose the truth behind this heinous crime!
All right! We're all counting on you, Inquisitor Barnham!I knew she was a witch as soon as I laid my eyes on her! She's got "witch" written all over her!Why not put the baker on trial?! Bake the baker, I say!Barnham! Barnham! Barnham! Barnham!
Phoenix:
(They treat him like some sort of celebrity...)
Espella:
He may be adored by the crowds, but when he pointed his sword my way, you managed to shield me from his accusations! Maya clearly isn't a witch! So surely your victory is certain!
Phoenix:
Thank you for believing in me, Espella.
Barnham:
Espella Cantabella...
Espella:
......!
Barnham:
I have given you leave to come to this trial today. However, that does not mean... that the charges against you have been dropped. Rather than worry about others, you should consider your own situation!
Espella:
............ Thank you for granting me your permission, Inquisitor.
Judge:
Inquisitor Barnham, you may begin your opening statement.
Barnham:
As you wish, Milord. As usual, let us commence this trial by first recounting the events. If it pleases you, Sir Blue Knight...
Phoenix:
As, uhm, you wish...Inquisitor. (I still can't get used to this terminology...)
Barnham:
This heinous crime occurred in the residence of the late Newton Belduke, the alchemist. Here is the sketched plan of his residence. This room, of a somewhat questionable nature, is the alchemist's study, in which the incident took place. The only ones present at the moment of the crime were the accused and the victim. No one else. The witnesses, who arrived at the scene seconds later, have indicated where they found the accused and the victim.
Judge:
Very well. The sketch is accepted as evidence.
Floor Plan added to the Court Record.
Barnham:
The accused took Sir Layton's life with the most cruel of magic. A living man one second, a golden statue the next! Such wickedness!
Phoenix:
(Magic that turns things into gold? ...Sure, why not?)
Barnham:
Several townspeople rushed to the room and paid witness to the horror of this magic. The accused has been captured and charged.
Judge:
Goodness, that is terrifying! Rumours have reached me that the victim was a most scintillating man. I'm not quite certain whether it was prior to or after... But incidentally...was this Sir Layton not the same hat maker who attended our previous trial?
Phoenix:
No, no, he wasn't a hat ma-
Barnham:
Bizarre as it is... Sir Layton's profession and origin remain unknown. He was a stranger in this city... that is all we know.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
And you, sir, his acquaintance... You are an unusual presence in our city yourself.
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
Hmph. Today's case certainly is peculiar.
Barnham:
And that is not the last of the peculiarities, Milord. The alchemist's study has been the scene of another strange incident in the past...
Judge:
Ah yes, I remember it as if it were yesterday. The mysterious death of Newton Belduke himself.
Barnham:
Indeed, Milord. Regrettably, the only case of witchcraft still to remain unsolved in our fair city. The witch may have escaped her punishment back then... but perhaps today is the day on which both these mysterious crimes shall be solved.
Phoenix:
What? Wh-what are you implying?!
Barnham:
Patience! You will know soon enough, Sir Suddenly-Pale Blue Knight.
Judge:
How interesting. It seems that the inquisition have something up their sleeve. Now, Inquisitor Barnham, you may begin.
Barnham:
Thank you, Milord. The inquisition summons the witnesses to this malicious crime of witchcraft!
Phoenix:
(If only... If only I'd made it to the room sooner... Maybe I could've prevented all this from happening... I won't let Maya take the rap for this! I'll find every single crack in their testimony and prove it wasn't her!)
Judge:
Welcome to the Witches' Court, honourable witnesses. Now, let us hear your names and occupations.
Emeer:
I am known far and wide as Emeer Punchenbaug I, soon to be the new head of Punchenbaug's Retail Organisation, "PRO".
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
W-wait a minute, witness!
Emeer:
What's that, blue squire?
Phoenix:
You're...that guy from the previous trial! Just...what the heck's happened to you? You look like you've been on one of those "ultimate makeover" shows...
Emeer:
............ Whatever do you mean? Me name is Emeer Punchenbaug I, soon to be the head of Punchenbaug's Retail Organisation, "PRO".
Phoenix:
Wh-what is the meaning of this, Inquisitor?
Barnham:
I do not care to delve into this witness' [sic] personal affairs.
Phoenix:
(Looks like he remembers him all too well...)
Judge:
Witnesses, pray continue.
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me. It is I who usually asks the questions... I am, you see, but a humble teacher. Call me Ms Primstone. The children of Labyrinthia Primary School have the privilege of learning the truths about this world from me.
Phoenix:
(An elementary school teacher, huh... Good to know at least one witness seems sensible.)
Birdly:
♪The winds carry my song, it's Birdly Stringing along! Parrot and bard, ensemble avant-garde!♪
My faithful muse, here, is Cracker the musical parrot. No one understands music like Cracker. Aside from me, naturally.
Cracker:
Oh dearie, dearie me!
Phoenix:
(At least it's not another goat...)
Espella:
What a smart bird! He just imitated that teacher perfectly!
Luke:
I'm Luke Triton. My occupation is... the professor's apprentice!
Phoenix:
Luke?
Luke! But...why?!
Luke:
............
Phoenix:
What are you doing there?
Luke:
...I made up my mind. I'm doing this for the professor! A gentleman has to pursue the truth!
Phoenix:
But...Luke. That's where the inquisition's witnesses stand!
Luke:
I...I'll never... I'll never forgive that witch!
Phoenix:
(A gentleman shouldn't glare at people as if he wants to hit them in the face...)
Maya:
L-Luke...
Barnham:
"Your friend today can be your enemy tomorrow." Such is the hard reality of the battlefield.
Judge:
Witnesses, we will now hear your testimonies. Tell us all of this wicked incident, which you have been unfortunate enough to witness.
Witness Testimony
- What We Witnessed -
Emeer:
I heard a scream and an incantation, and then when I entered the room, the victim was already all shiny!
Ms Primstone:
Mayhap something caused discord between erstwhile friends? Mr Silk Hat had a knife at the ready, in his hand!
Birdly:
♪Victim of magic, sparkly and done for, I heard the staff fall on the floor♪
Luke:
The professor must have seen through Miss Maya's deception and confronted her right there, face-to-face!
Judge:
I see... Thank you all... However, one part of the testimony was somewhat confusing... You there...the singer...
Birdly:
Singer? Could you possibly mean me, Birdly the bard, Your Excellence?
Judge:
Yes, that would be you, singer. This "staff" that you said...sung about...
Barnham:
It is as you suspect, Milord. This very witch's sceptre.
Phoenix:
...!
Espella:
There are two different magic gems attached, meaning the perpetrator could have used two types of magic.
Phoenix:
Yeah...it would seem so.
Barnham:
This gem here enables the use of a gold transmutation spell, "Goldor".
Judge:
"Goldor"... Just the word alone makes the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Emeer:
Har har har, that's the one, all right! That's the dreadful incantation that I, Emeer Punchenbaug I, also heard!
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! I have seen that sceptre, so I have!
Birdly:
♪Clank! Tips over the golden man! The sceptre falls. Not the witch's plan!♪
Cracker:
Oh dearie, dearie me!
Luke:
How dare she do that to the professor!
Barnham:
By the way, this witch's sceptre was found on the floor, near the victim. If you'll turn your attention to the sketched plans, it was located right here. A sceptre dropped by the accused would naturally tumble to exactly that spot.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Inquisitor Barnham! What you're saying amounts to nothing more than a baseless assumption!
Barnham:
You are on edge today, Sir Blue Knight. Is it because your friend is on trial? Perhaps you had better cool yourself down.
Judge:
...Well, anyway. The court accepts the sceptre as evidence.
Barnham:
Thank you, Milord.
Talea Magica added to the Court Record.
The spell Goldor has been bookmarked in the Grand Grimoire.
Phoenix:
Um, Inquisitor Barnham, may I ask you something?
Barnham:
What is it now, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
We know that one of the gems is for the spell Goldor, but what about the other one?
Barnham:
A naive question...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Barnham:
Naivety may be no hindrance to a baker, who spends most of his time amidst bread. But it can be your undoing here in court. Would a knight put a weapon in his enemy's hand?
Phoenix:
(He's telling me to do my homework, huh.)
Espella:
Mr Wright! I'll look for information about that magic gem in the Grand Grimoire!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Espella. That would be great.
Espella:
Just leave it to me!
Phoenix:
(She seems very happy to help.)
Judge:
The defender may interrogate the witnesses.
Cross Examination
- What We Witnessed -
Emeer:
I heard a scream and an incantation, and then when I entered the room, the victim was already all shiny!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And, um...what is all this about...exactly?
Emeer:
Whaddya mean, blue squire?
Phoenix:
Your gaudy...uhm...colourful outfit! I mean, your attire was different last time. A little more...modest.
Emeer:
The Emeer you knew back then is no more! I am a new man now, reborn into the higher echelons of society. *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
(What's he drinking? There's a skull and crossbones mark on that bottle...)
Barnham:
Enough idle chatter. The witness heard a scream and an incantation, is that correct?
Emeer:
That's right! It's just like what you said earlier, Inquisitor Barnham! It was the spell "Goldor". And it was, without doubt, the voice of the accused that said it!
Judge:
Hmm, however...it's rather peculiar. When I saw the accused and the victim together last time... they seemed to be on friendly terms.
Barnham:
The next witness will dispel your doubts, Milord.
Ms Primstone:
Mayhap something caused discord between erstwhile friends? Mr Silk Hat had a knife at the ready, in his hand!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you saying you think they quarrelled?
Ms Primstone:
The other day I saw you all together in this very court, and you were evidently friends.
Phoenix:
Well, yeah...that's true, but what's that got to do wi-
Ms Primstone:
Now, everyone! Listen carefully! No chatting in the back row! What I say now will be in the next exam! Ms Primstone's lesson number five! "Friendship leads to nothing but trouble." People would not break up and part their ways in anger if they did not become friends in the first place!
Phoenix:
(The kids in her class must grow up to be "model citizens"...)
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! What I saw in that room curdled the blood in my veins! Mr Silk Hat was pointing that glittering knife ever so threateningly!
Question Luke Triton
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Is everything okay, Luke?
Luke:
No, of course it's not okay! The professor was a true gentleman... And no gentleman would go around threatening people with knives!
Phoenix:
(I couldn't agree more...)
Ms Primstone:
Silly boy! I saw your professor pointing a knife. Are you insinuating that I am a liar, you cheeky little whippersnapper?
Luke:
The professor would never do that! You don't know him!
Phoenix:
(At least Luke's found someone else to antagonise...)
Espella:
Uhm, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Hm? What is it?
Espella:
I think there was some important information in Ms Primstone's testimony...
Phoenix:
Really?
Espella:
Oh, I'm sorry! It's not my place to say things like that...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I didn't notice anything. What could that be? What was Espella about to say?)
Ask Espella to speak out
Phoenix:
Espella, why don't you tell us all what you've noticed?
Espella:
Oh, is that okay? It's just something I'd like to ask Ms Primstone about...
Phoenix:
Well, just go ahead and ask her.
Espella:
Uhm, excuse me, Ms Primstone? Do you mind if I ask you a question?
Ms Primstone:
Oh! It's you! Miss...Espella Cantabella!
Espella:
Ms Primstone, did you actually see the knife that Mr Layton was holding?
Ms Primstone:
I...I did, as a matter of fact, yes! I remember that glinting blade very well. A most frightening sight it was, too...
Espella:
And you saw that from the door, didn't you? Now if we look at the sketch... When the incident took place, Mr Layton must have been facing this way, correct?
Barnham:
That must have been the case. Otherwise the witness would not have been able to see it.
Espella:
Uhm, well, that's all I wanted to ask. The more information we have the better, right?
Phoenix:
(The direction the professor was facing... That could be important.)
Judge:
This information shall be added to the Court Record.
Floor Plan updated in the Court Record.
Espella:
I'm sorry I jumped in like that, but I really wanted to help...
Phoenix:
Not at all, Espella! We were able to get some more info, which may just come in handy.
Espella:
You...think so?
Judge:
Now then, the next witness shall continue with the testimony!
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it for later
Phoenix:
(It won't do any good to make Espella the centre of attention now.) Sorry, Espella. Can I get back to you about this a bit later?
Espella:
Yes, of course! No need to apologise.
Phoenix:
(She looks a bit disappointed. I'll have to remember to get back to that later...)
Judge:
Now then, the next witness shall continue with the testimony!
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
The professor threatened Maya with a knife? (That sounds hard to believe!)
Ms Primstone:
Perhaps he discovered that she was a witch, or she tried to attack him first. Ms Primstone's lesson number seven! "Secrets lead to nothing but trouble." From the smallest of secrets can sprout the largest of arguments! This one is going to be in the exam!
Phoenix:
(Everything's the beginning of trouble to her...)
Espella:
Uhm, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Hm? What is it?
Espella:
I think there was some important information in Ms Primstone's testimony...
Phoenix:
Really?
Espella:
Oh, I'm sorry! It's not my place to say things like that...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I didn't notice anything. What could that be? What was Espella about to say?)
Ask Espella to speak out
Phoenix:
Espella, why don't you tell us all what you've noticed?
Espella:
Oh, is that okay? It's just something I'd like to ask Ms Primstone about...
Phoenix:
Well, just go ahead and ask her.
Espella:
Uhm, excuse me, Ms Primstone? Do you mind if I ask you a question?
Ms Primstone:
Oh! It's you! Miss...Espella Cantabella!
Espella:
Ms Primstone, did you actually see the knife that Mr Layton was holding?
Ms Primstone:
I...I did, as a matter of fact, yes! I remember that glinting blade very well. A most frightening sight it was, too...
Espella:
And you saw that from the door, didn't you? Now if we look at the sketch... When the incident took place, Mr Layton must have been facing this way, correct?
Barnham:
That must have been the case. Otherwise the witness would not have been able to see it.
Espella:
Uhm, well, that's all I wanted to ask. The more information we have the better, right?
Phoenix:
(The direction the professor was facing... That could be important.)
Judge:
This information shall be added to the Court Record.
Floor Plan updated in the Court Record.
Espella:
I'm sorry I jumped in like that, but I really wanted to help...
Phoenix:
Not at all, Espella! We were able to get some more info, which may just come in handy.
Espella:
You...think so?
Judge:
Now then, the next witness shall continue with the testimony!
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it for later
Phoenix:
(It won't do any good to make Espella the centre of attention now.) Sorry, Espella. Can I get back to you about this a bit later?
Espella:
Yes, of course! No need to apologise.
Phoenix:
(She looks a bit disappointed. I'll have to remember to get back to that later...)
Judge:
Now then, the next witness shall continue with the testimony!
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after Floor Plan is updated in the Court Record)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you saying you think they quarrelled?
Ms Primstone:
The other day I saw you all together in this very court, and you were evidently friends.
Phoenix:
Well, yeah...that's true, but what's that got to do wi-
Ms Primstone:
Now, everyone! Listen carefully! No chatting in the back row! What I say now will be in the next exam! Ms Primstone's lesson number five! "Friendship leads to nothing but trouble." People would not break up and part their ways in anger if they did not become friends in the first place!
Phoenix:
(The kids in her class must grow up to be "model citizens"...)
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! What I saw in that room curdled the blood in my veins! Mr Silk Hat was pointing that glittering knife ever so threateningly!
Question Luke Triton
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Is everything okay, Luke?
Luke:
No, of course it's not okay! The professor was a true gentleman... And no gentleman would go around threatening people with knives!
Phoenix:
(I couldn't agree more...)
Ms Primstone:
Silly boy! I saw your professor pointing a knife. Are you insinuating that I am a liar, you cheeky little whippersnapper?
Phoenix:
(At least Luke's found someone else to antagonise...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
The professor threatened Maya with a knife? (That sounds hard to believe!)
Ms Primstone:
Perhaps he discovered that she was a witch, or she tried to attack him first. Ms Primstone's lesson number seven! "Secrets lead to nothing but trouble." From the smallest of secrets can sprout the largest of arguments! This one is going to be in the exam!
Phoenix:
(Everything's the beginning of trouble to her...)
Judge:
May the next witness speak of what they saw!
Birdly:
♪Victim of magic, sparkly and done for, I heard the staff fall on the floor♪
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Uhm, would you mind describing what you saw without singing about it?
Birdly:
...As you wish, my musically impaired friend. Simply put, when I entered the room, the victim was worth his weight in gold... for obvious reasons. He tipped over and fell heavily on to the floor. The room became drearily silent. And then, I heard that sceptre tumbling across the floor.
Question Primstone
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
May I ask you something, Ms Primstone?
Ms Primstone:
Dearie, dearie me! Oh dearie, dearie me! My dear, do not frighten me so! I feel like a schoolgirl caught napping during class...
Phoenix:
Ms Primstone, did you see the witch's sceptre at the crime scene?
Ms Primstone:
Well, about that... I must confess, I do not clearly recall.
Phoenix:
You don't remember...?
Ms Primstone:
When I went into the room, the golden man fell down and made quite the ruckus. That is why I did not notice a sceptre being dropped.
Phoenix:
So you didn't see it, after all...
Ms Primstone:
But I am certain that witch girl had it. She must have been hiding it behind her back.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Please don't assume Maya is a witch just because she's been accused! (Ms Primstone is certainly quick to make assumptions...)
Barnham:
............
Judge:
I see. Now, we would like to hear the next witness' [sic] testimony.
Phoenix:
(This next witness is a bit problematic...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
(...Couldn't he have just said it like that the first time around?)
Barnham:
Clearly the witch must have dropped the sceptre, then.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's merely your assumption! Now, Mr Birdly... Did you actually see Maya drop a sceptre? Or did you just hear something tumbling on the floor?
Birdly:
............ I must confess, my eyes were rather more drawn towards the brilliantly glistening golden statue. I did not witness the witch dropping the sceptre, no. But I did hear it...and my sense of hearing is peerless!
Barnham:
Hmph.
Judge:
I see. Now, we would like to hear the next witness' [sic] testimony.
Phoenix:
(This next witness is a bit problematic...)
Luke:
The professor must have seen through Miss Maya's deception and confronted her right there, face-to-face!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Luke, open your eyes! Maya isn't a witch!
Luke:
............ Ever since we came to this town...lots of unbelievable things have happened. And that's why... from now on, I'll only believe what I see with my own eyes!
Maya:
Luke...
Luke:
When I went into that room, the only people I saw were the professor and Maya. The professor had been turned to gold... and Maya dropped that sceptre!
Maya:
That's not true!
Luke:
...What?
Phoenix:
M-Maya...
Maya:
I didn't have any "sceptre"! And we weren't the only ones in tha-
Barnham:
Silence! The accused has no right to speak! Be silent or you will face punishment! We can end this trial immediately, should you decide you feel talkative again.
Maya:
...! I...I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
Well, Luke? Is that really the truth?
Luke:
Huh? Uhm...
Phoenix:
Did you really see the sceptre?
Luke:
............ ............ I...I don't know. When the professor turned to gold and collapsed right in front of me, everything seemed to fade to black... And then...I could've sworn I at least heard Maya drop the sceptre.
Barnham:
The sceptre was found at the scene of the crime. That is the unavoidable truth. Only the accused could have dropped it!
Judge:
Hmm... Mhm...
Present Floor Plan (after Floor Plan is updated in the Court Record)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Luke, you said that you will only believe what you see with your own eyes."
Phoenix:
(This isn't looking good...)
Espella:
I feel so sorry for Luke.
Phoenix:
He's so full of anger and despair that he can't think clearly.
Espella:
............ He said he can't forgive the "witch". I understand how he feels...
Phoenix:
(Anyway... I need to find a way to calm Luke down first of all...)
Phoenix:
Luke, you said that you will only believe what you see with your own eyes. But what you think you saw may not be the whole truth.
Luke:
Huh? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Take a close look at the sketch of the crime scene... At the time of the incident, Professor Layton and Maya were standing here. Now, we have learned from Ms Primstone's testimony which way the professor was facing. He was facing this way.
Luke:
Oh...
Phoenix:
You have testified that the professor confronted Maya face-to-face. But looking at the sketch of where they were standing, one thing is clear... There is a contradiction in your testimony!
Luke:
Uwaah?!
Barnham:
Barnham:
Whether they were facing each other or not is of no relevance whatsoever! They were the only ones in that room. One was a victim, thus the other must be the witch!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I will ask you to wait before jumping to conclusions, Inquisitor. Think back to Ms Primstone's testimony... She told us that the professor was pointing a knife at someone, threateningly.
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
However, you can see in the sketch that he wasn't threatening Maya. So then, who was he pointing the knife at?
Luke:
Phoenix:
Luke...what is it?
Luke:
The professor would never point a knife at anyone! I was the one who opened the door to that room, so I was the first witness...and I saw no knife! Miss Primstone's testimony is not reliable!
Ms Primstone:
Oh, dearie me! Will you look at this child, sputtering nonsense and talking badly of his elders!
Judge:
Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
Yes, Milord?
Judge:
It should pose no difficulty to verify whether or not the victim had a knife. After all, that...sparkling golden body of his has been found at the scene of the crime, has it not?
Barnham:
............ Indeed it has, Milord. Court attendants! You heard the judge! Bring the victim into the courtroom!
Phoenix:
(Seems like they're going to bring the golden statue...*gulp*)
Luke:
P-Professor...
Judge:
Look at that...
Phoenix:
Uhh, did it get damaged in transit?
Luke:
Professor... PROFESSOR!
Judge:
So this is the power of the gold transmutation spell. Most spectacular... It looks like the work of the finest artisans!
Barnham:
I assure you it is the work of no artisans, Milord. By the way, the missing arm has not yet been found.
Luke:
I...I can't believe this! Professor...
Judge:
I suppose we should add the victim to the evidence.
Phoenix:
(The poor professor who, while searching for evidence, became evidence...)
Golden Layton added to the Court Record.
Judge:
This is unfortunate... I thought the evidence would be as good as gold... but although it technically is, we are still no closer to discerning whether or not the victim was holding a knife.
Maya:
Maya:
Let me speak, please!
Phoenix:
Maya...
Maya:
The professor didn't have a knife! And also... There was another person in that room! The real witch was there too! Please believe me!
Barnham:
Accused, do I really need to warn you again? Inside the cage, you are to behave like a bird that has forgotten its song. Speak again and you shall be punished. Or are you in a particular hurry to taste the flames of justice, little bird?
Maya:
*sob*
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But...it's true that someone else could have been at the crime scene! Look at the sketch! The victim was facing towards someone, and that person wasn't Maya!
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight, your ignorance is no longer even a surprise.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Barnham:
You do not know what transpired at the crime scene. You think this man was pointing at another person, you say? Let me tell you this. Nearly everyone in this court other than you knows what Sir Hat was pointing at.
Luke:
Wh-what?
Barnham:
Well, honourable witnesses? Is that not so?
Emeer:
I, Emeer Punchenbaug I, love me some gossip and stories of the occult!
Birdly:
♪Elusive like mist, the magical beast! Its chilling breath brings about death♪
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! You could use some education, Blue Knight. I can offer you private tuition, but it will not come cheap!
Luke:
If the professor wasn't confronting Maya...
Judge:
Witnesses, you will now testify. Tell us all about this other presence at the crime scene.
Witness Testimony
- A Shadow at the Crime Scene -
Emeer:
We all know what happened to that alchemist, so this case's no mystery.
Ms Primstone:
Same place, same magic trick. This time, her luck ran out and she dropped that magic sceptre.
Birdly:
♪The truth obscured by a twisted ruse, The witch couldn't vanish but did confuse♪
Luke:
It happened because the professor unravelled the mystery behind all these witches...
Phoenix:
The "same magic trick" was used?
Barnham:
They are referring to an incident from three months ago. Much like this incident, a man lost his life to witchcraft in that very room.
Judge:
It was the master of that residence, Sir Newton Belduke, the alchemist.
Barnham:
He suffered death by strangulation... Finger marks were left on his neck. He had locked himself in his study, and the key was still in his pocket.
Judge:
In other words, no one could have entered that room.
Phoenix:
(The perpetrator disappeared from a locked room...just like in this case.)
Barnham:
A large amount of powdered medicine was spilt all over the floor.
Phoenix:
Powdered medicine?
Judge:
Sir Belduke was an alchemist. He possessed various medicinal concoctions.
Barnham:
Due to the presence of that powder, had anyone entered that room, clear footprints would have remained. Yet there were none.
Luke:
That's the kind of mystery that the professor would have loved to solve...
Judge:
Thus there were two unnatural circumstances to Sir Belduke's death. The culprit's disappearance from a locked room... and the fact that they appeared not to have walked on the floor. It's almost as if they flew away.
Espella:
In other words, it couldn't have been the "Dimere" magic that was used in my case the other day...
Phoenix:
(Seems like the killer levitated above the floor, strangled Belduke and vanished into thin air...) But what does that have to do with this trial?
Barnham:
It has been three months since that murder. Despite that, we still haven't been able to find the witch responsible. But now, having eluded us for so long... that witch has finally been brought before this court! We will have justice.
Phoenix:
Wh-whaaat?! (No way... Now he thinks Maya killed the alchemist, too. We weren't even here back then... But it's not like I can explain that to him.)
Barnham:
Well then, why don't you interrogate the witnesses? ...Now that you are aware of the connection between the two murders.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You can't be serious! Three months ago, we weren't even...
Judge:
Defender, you may interrogate the witnesses. May their testimonies lead us to the truth!
Cross Examination
- A Shadow at the Crime Scene -
Emeer:
We all know what happened to that alchemist, so this case's no mystery.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're talking about Mr Belduke's murder, which took place in a locked room?
Emeer:
Yeah. A real shocker, all right. Everyone was talkin' about it. People don't say this out loud, but y'know, eh? You're thinking it too, eh?
Phoenix:
I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about...
Emeer:
Ain't it clear as day?! He was an alchemist. An alchemist! Alchemy's just like magic, ain't it?
Judge:
Sir Belduke was a man. Only a woman can be a witch... What's more, witchcraft has nothing to do with alchemy. They're...different. Somehow.
Barnham:
Alchemy is the mysterious art of manipulating the forces of nature. ...Or so it is said.
Emeer:
Well that sounds a lot like magic to me! Alchemy's incomp...incomprehensi...sible to regular people! S'all magic really! And y'know, a coupl'a days before the witch got 'im, there was that lightnin' that struck...
Phoenix:
...Lightning?
Emeer:
Glad yer askin', because I like tellin' that one! All of a sudden, like a bolt from the blue sky, there was this bolt from the sky...only it wasn't blue! The sky lit up an' turned blood red. And then, out of nowhere, an old-lookin' bell tower appeared in a burst of flames! Makes ya realise Mother Nature's pretty powerful stuff, eh? *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Barnham:
You have strayed off the topic at hand, witness. This is a courthouse, not an inn. Save your...thrilling stories for later.
Ms Primstone:
Same place, same magic trick. This time, her luck ran out and she dropped that magic sceptre.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Would you care to elaborate on that, Ms Primstone?
Ms Primstone:
You could say I am a scholar, and my knowledge is vast and diverse. I know a thing or two about witchcraft. Therefore, I have a very good idea of the type of magic that must have been used this time.
Phoenix:
The magic behind this mysterious figure that appeared out of nowhere, glided through the air and vanished after making the kill?
Ms Primstone:
Indeed, yes. And the witch's sceptre confirms my theory.
Barnham:
A brilliant deduction. I am honoured to have studied under an excellent teacher such as yourself, Ms Primstone.
Phoenix:
(She was his teacher? Actually, I guess that kind of explains a lot...)
Barnham:
Our Occult Crime Analysts have arrived at the same conclusion.
Espella:
Mr Wright! I found it! The page about the purple magic gem! The spell's called Famalia.
Phoenix:
"Famalia"? What does it do?
Barnham:
The spell Famalia, bound within this purple gem, is used to summon a familiar.
Judge:
Familiars appear out of nowhere, glide through the air and vanish when their task is accomplished... They are evil, bloodthirsty spirits used by witches to perform outrageous crimes.
Phoenix:
Evil spirits? Are you saying that the witch used a familiar to...
Barnham:
It was a familiar that took Sir Belduke's life. And now it has appeared again. Sir Silk Hat was probably trying to ward off the evil spirit with his knife. But what good is a knife against an occult creature? It completed the task given to it by the witch and promptly vanished. Thus bringing us to the conclusion that... Sir Belduke and Sir Silk Hat were both killed by the same witch!
Phoenix:
Whaaa-whaaaaat?!
Judge:
What an...unexpected turn of events. The two incidents have been shown to be connected... due to the same witch's sceptre having been used in both cases!
Talea Magica updated in the Court Record.
The spell Famalia has been bookmarked in the Grand Grimoire.
Espella:
Oh, this is terrible! Now Maya is accused of two murders...
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! I was right, as always. This gruesome murder will be in the next exam. Make sure to take notes! Now, I shall divulge what really happened.
Barnham:
We are all ears, Ms Primstone.
Changes statement from "Same place, same magic trick. This time, her luck ran out and she dropped that magic sceptre." to "That hat maker was pointing the knife at the witch's familiar."
Ms Primstone:
That hat maker was pointing the knife at the witch's familiar.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Did you actually see the familiar?
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! No, I did not. When that boy opened the door... the familiar had just disappeared. Had the boy opened the door sooner, no doubt we all would have seen it. If he were my student, I would have made sure to teach him not to dilly-dally!
Question Luke Triton
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Is everything all right, Luke? You seem to be in deep thought about something.
Luke:
No, it's not right at all!
Phoenix:
Is there something in Ms Primstone's testimony that you'd like to comment on?
Luke:
That's what I keep telling you! The professor wouldn't point a knife at anyone!
Ms Primstone:
Dearie, dearie me. What an impertinent child! I'm telling you, I saw a knife. I distinctly saw the glint of a sharp blade!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
At any rate, as we can see now... The victim's arm is missing. As such, there is no proof that he had a knife.
Barnham:
Barnham:
That is but a mere detail. It matters not.
Luke:
"A mere detail"?! "Matters not"?!
Judge:
Oh, my... Anyhow, I wonder... where could that missing arm be?
Luke:
Y-yeah! That ought to be looked into!
Question Emeer Punchenbaug
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Leads to:
"Mister, do you have something you'd like to share with us?"
Phoenix:
Hmm, that's right. The arm... Wasn't it found at the crime scene?
Luke:
I swear, I never saw it there!
Birdly:
♪Oh golden arm, where can you be? Reveal yourself, listen to my plea!♪
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! I'm afraid even I did not notice it!
Barnham:
It is indeed astonishing that the arm could have disappeared from the crime scene.
Luke:
The professor will need his arm when he returns to normal! It's an all-out robbery! Go and investigate it!
Barnham:
The boy's request is not unreasonable. I will order our Occult Crime Analysts to search for it.
Phoenix:
(How could the arm just up and vanish from the crime scene? That just might be the clue I need to give me the upper hand over Barnham...)
Judge:
The court considers the whereabouts of the arm irrelevant to this trial. Mr Wright, make sure that you limit your interrogation to relevant matters.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour.
Judge:
Now, continue with the interrogation.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
(She's talking about Luke, huh...) And when you entered the room, you saw the victim pointing at something?
Ms Primstone:
Pointing a knife, no less. A knife! As I told you before, it was a sharp, glittering knife. The poor man thought a knife would work on a familiar! Had he attended my classes, he would have known better.
Phoenix:
In any case, there's no proof that the victim actually had a knife. (It's certain now that the professor and Maya weren't facing each other.)
Barnham:
Next witness, you may...um, sing us your testimony.
Birdly:
♪The truth obscured by a twisted ruse, The witch couldn't vanish but did confuse♪
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It's, uhh...a beautiful song, sure. But would you mind testifying in a bit more of a... comprehensible way?
Birdly:
As you wish, Sir Musically Impaired Defender. A certain man was killed some three months ago.
Phoenix:
You mean Sir Newton Belduke, the alchemist, right?
Birdly:
It was a "locked room murder", accomplished through the use of a certain mysterious spell.
Phoenix:
And that same magic has been used in this case too.
Birdly:
The witch that committed the crime disappeared without a trace.
Phoenix:
She hasn't been found to this day, huh...
Birdly:
............ That's pretty much what I expressed in my song.
Phoenix:
I knew all that already.
Birdly:
Even a peerless bard such as myself may not always be completely up to date with all the latest information. Isn't that so, Cracker? You understand, don't you, my peerless feathery partner?
Cracker:
...Hold it! Hold it! ...Hold it! Hold it!
Espella:
What an adorable bird! He's imitating you this time, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
(I'm being parroted by a parrot...)
Barnham:
We capture all witches. Without exception. This one may have been at large longer than others...but she will not escape us.
Judge:
Next witness, continue testifying.
Luke:
It happened because the professor unravelled the mystery behind all these witches...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And that mystery is...?
Luke:
The witch's identity, of course!
Phoenix:
(Can't believe I'm getting stared down by a little kid...)
Luke:
............ Don't get me wrong. I want to believe you and Maya.
Phoenix:
...!
Luke:
But...I saw the witch's sceptre on the floor! No one else could've dropped it. When I saw the professor, everything went black in front of my eyes...but I did hear the sceptre fall to the floor. There was a witch in that room...and it had to be Maya!
Maya:
Luke...
Luke:
If only the professor were here to tell me what to believe in...
Espella:
What do you think, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
We need to dig down to the truth as soon as possible. For Maya...and for Luke, too.
Espella:
I hope we can do it...
Phoenix:
(It'd be easier if there were some clear contradictions in their testimonies, but I haven't noticed anything...)
Espella:
Perhaps this time... we should take a step back and observe each witness while they're not the one speaking.
Phoenix:
(The four of them are listening to each other's testimonies... That may give me an opportunity to question them on one another's testimonies and find gaps in their story.) You're full of good ideas, Espella. How about we give that a shot?
Espella:
Sure!
Phoenix:
Mister, do you have something you'd like to share with us?
Emeer:
............
Phoenix:
Mr Emeer!
Emeer:
It's Mr Emeer Punchenbaug I to you, Bluey! The likes of you oughta show some respect for a future man of wealth such as me.
Phoenix:
You seem to be looking ahead to a future full of newly gained riches...
Emeer:
I can look wherever I bleedin' please! A-anyway, why yer lookin' at me like that? I dunno 'bout that golden bloke's right arm!
Espella:
Excuse me, Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
Hm? What is it, Espella?
Espella:
I may be wrong, but... there's something about that man. Wouldn't you say he looks, uhm... suspicious?
Phoenix:
It's not just you. Everything about him is so shady it makes me want to double-check my pockets... Mr Emeer, stop pretending you don't know anything about the victim's missing arm!
Emeer:
P-p-pretendin'? I told ya, I know nothin'! Nada! Zero! Nil! I ain't seen it. Or heard about it. Or put it in me pocket.
Phoenix:
Put it in your pocket...?
Emeer:
It wasn't me, honest! Seriously, I've got nothin' to do with it!
???:
???:
Emeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer! You lying, cheating good-for-nothing! You've tried to deceive me!
Judge:
O-order! Order! Who is that person?
Price:
You want to know who I am? I'm Price the pawnbroker! And this man is a shameless, cheating bum! He had the nerve to lie to me!
Judge:
What did he lie to you about?
Price:
I'll tell you! On the day of the crime, Emeer came to my shop... He waltzed up to me saying he'd got his hands on a superb work of art, rare as gold dust!
Phoenix:
I think I know where this is going...
Barnham:
That "work of art"...could it be...?
Price:
I've got it right here.
Phoenix:
Just like I thought...
Barnham:
That's...!
Judge:
Oh my...
Luke:
Professor... It's the professor's arm!
Price:
It's pure gold, exquisitely crafted. It was entitled...hmm..."Towards Tomorrow", or something like that. I'd never seen a piece of gold so fine before... And so, suspecting nothing, I paid that rascal a rather handsome sum.
Judge:
Who would have thought...
Price:
And what am I hearing now?! That it was a human arm, no less! You, sir, are a monster! You're as bad as a witch's familiar yourself!
Emeer:
I didn't know it was his arm, I swear! When I saw it, it was already like that!
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Emeer:
I was last to the scene, and it caught me eye right away!
That golden arm, pointing up at the ceiling with such optimism and authority! I thought, it looks like it's showing me the way to a better, brighter, richer tomorrow!
To me, it was a work of art! A precious one, at that!
Judge:
And then it found its way into your pocket and you pawned it?
Barnham:
You mounted it on a crude stand, gave it a tawdry title and passed it off as some kind of a sculpture...
Emeer:
............
Phoenix:
Don't try and look away from the truth now!
Emeer:
Darn it! I can look wherever I darn please! I'll look away from the facts and forward to the future! Always look on the bright side!
That's Emeer Punchenbaug's motto!
Judge:
Where were we now...ah, yes. The victim's arm has now been successfully reattached by one of our masterful craftsmen. Knights of the Court! You may resume the inquisition.
Phoenix:
At least one thing's clear now... As everyone can see, the victim definitely wasn't holding a knife!
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! It seems I may have been mistaken after all. When you think about it, the victim had already been turned to gold when we entered the room.
Phoenix:
According to the witnesses' testimonies, that was the case, yes.
Ms Primstone:
Well then, I'm sure you'll concede that it was easy to mistake that glittering pointing finger for a knife.
Barnham:
Indeed, the victim's finger has a glint to it resembling that of a sword's edge.
Judge:
Such a sense of power and intensity... It's enough to send a shiver down the spine of anyone being pointed at.
Luke:
No puzzle is a match for the power of the professor's pointing finger!
Phoenix:
(I guess no one remembers I'm known for pointing like that too...)
Espella:
I think your pointing finger makes quite an impression too, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
(She's just taking pity on me...)
Barnham:
Is that all you had to say, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Barnham:
As I said before, whether the victim had a knife or not... is completely irrelevant.
Emeer:
Y-yeah, what he said! You'd better apologise to me now! Badgerin' me for no reason like that...
Phoenix:
(Is that all there is to it? Or could that arm hold some other clues...?)
Espella:
We've come this far... Maybe there's something else you could ask about.
Phoenix:
(She's right. I need to ask some more questions.) Well then, Mr Emeer. Perhaps you could tell me one more thing about that arm.
When did you find it?
Phoenix:
Can you tell me when you found the arm?
Emeer:
I told ya before, it was when I entered that room. It really kinda stood right out, y'see! Glitterin' on the floor like that...ya couldn't miss it!
Judge:
And yet, no one else noticed it. How do you explain that?
Emeer:
I guess they must've been lookin' at the golden hat guy when he fell down. I was the last to enter the room, so I noticed the arm before the, uhm...rest.
Barnham:
And as soon as you noticed it, you slipped it into your pocket like a common thief?
Emeer:
Eh heh heh...
Judge:
This is no laughing matter, witness.
Espella:
Well, Mr Wright? Maybe he knows something else we could use!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I suppose I'd better ask him about something else.)
Leads back to:
"Well then, Mr Emeer."
How much did you pawn it for?
Phoenix:
Why don't you tell me how much you got for that arm?
Emeer:
Huh?
Phoenix:
All that glitter you're wearing... The money for that must have come from somewhere. And if you managed to buy all that for the price of one arm... It must've been worth a small fortune. It is gold, after all...
Emeer:
............
Judge:
............
Espella:
............
Emeer:
A-are you... thinking of selling it? The whole body?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Barnham:
You have lost my respect, Blue Knight... Apparently you are no more than a greedy knight blinded by the glitter of gold.
Maya:
How could you, Nick?!
Luke:
Professor!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...I shouldn't have asked. They all took it the wrong way...)
Espella:
I won't judge you, Mr Wright... But for now, let's ask him something else. Maybe he knows something we could use!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, guess I'd better ask him about something else.)
Leads back to:
"Well then, Mr Emeer."
Where was it lying?
Leads to:
"You found the arm on the floor, pointing upwards, you said?"
Phoenix:
You found the arm on the floor, pointing upwards, you said?
Emeer:
Yeah, I did! Finders keepers, I say! It was pointing straight up at the ceiling.
Barnham:
The arm somehow happened to fall down in such a way that it landed upright.
Phoenix:
(What are the odds of that? Actually, that reminds me of a puzzle...) Now, if you could just show us on this floor plan here... I'd like to know the exact spot where you found the victim's arm.
Emeer:
Sure, I remember that well. It was...right there.
Judge:
Hmph, yes. That's where you would expect it to have fallen.
Phoenix:
............ (Now, if that's where it was... then something's definitely not right.)
Barnham:
If you keep looking at that sketch so intensely, you shall burn a hole in it. Or perhaps... you're going to claim there's a contradiction in it somewhere?
Phoenix:
(This arm is the final clue left by the professor... Even after turning to gold, he was pointing out something important... Namely, the key to solving this case!)
Judge:
Well, defender? Do you see any problems in the locations as marked on the sketch?
No, everything's fine
Phoenix:
(It's no use. There's nothing odd in the sketch.) ...No, it's all good.
Judge:
Very well. Inquisitor Barnham, you may proceed.
Barnham:
It took us longer than expected, but we have finally managed to ascertain some facts. The defendant attacked the victim using two magic spells enabled by the witch's sceptre found at the crime scene. The witnesses each saw the very moment at which the victim turned to gold and collapsed. And then the witch dropped the witch's sceptre.
Phoenix:
(This is bad...there's nothing here I can object to!)
...-ick... ...NICK...
Phoenix:
...! (That voice!)
Maya:
I didn't have a sceptre! Look at the sketch again, Nick!
Phoenix:
M-Maya! (The sketch? But I DID look at it...)
Espella:
Mr Wright! I've been thinking about it... and I'm sure Mr Layton must have left us a hint somewhere!
Phoenix:
(There's gotta be something in the crime scene sketch! Maybe it'll jump out at me as soon as I raise an objection...) Your Honour! The defence would like to withdraw its previous statement!
Barnham:
What did you say...?
Phoenix:
Please, if you'll all take a look at this floor plan... you'll notice that there's a contradiction in the location of the arm!
Judge:
To claim this at such an advanced stage of the trial... I trust you understand that you will be held accountable, should this prove to be a waste of our time.
Phoenix:
(Yeah...I get the picture! But there's no time to worry about that...)
Leads to:
"In that case, why don't you enlighten us and show us this so-called contradiction?"
Actually, there is a problem
Phoenix:
Of course there is a problem.
Barnham:
Pshh! And where would that be, precisely?
Phoenix:
The professor's arm has armed me with some vital evidence. Its location leads to a huge contradiction!
Leads to:
"In that case, why don't you enlighten us and show us this so-called contradiction?"
Judge:
In that case, why don't you enlighten us and show us this so-called contradiction? What contradiction does the victim's arm create?
Present Talea Magica
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The contradiction is right here!"
Present golden arm
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The contradiction is right here!
Judge:
And this is...the victim's arm?
Phoenix:
Yeah! Would a broken arm fall on its end and stand up neatly like that? It's even less likely than a coin landing on its edge!
Judge:
............
Barnham:
............
Layton:
............
Judge:
Defender... This is not so much a contradiction as merely an oddity.
Barnham:
An oddity reminiscent of yourself, foolish Blue Knight.
Espella:
I'm sure if you knocked Mr Layton's statue down a hundred times, his arm would end up like that at least once!
Luke:
Knowing the professor...I bet it would happen!
Phoenix:
(Okay, okay, I get it. My mistake.)
Barnham:
You appear to be looking away from the facts, rather like a certain witness.
Phoenix:
I won't look away from my mistakes... but I will keep looking on the bright side! (...And on the bright side, that's one possibility eliminated. All the more chance of getting it right next time!)
Leads back to:
"In that case, why don't you enlighten us and show us this so-called contradiction?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The contradiction is right here!
Judge:
Hmph... What say you, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
I believe that was a definitive proof... that there is a contradiction here. Not in the sketch, but rather in this court. That contradiction is you, Sir Blue Knight. Perhaps you had better go back to your bakery.
Phoenix:
Huh...
Espella:
I think...what Inquisitor Barnham means to say is that your objection was a little off the mark. I could be wrong, of course...
Phoenix:
Ugh. Yeah, I got that, Espella. I'm not that clueless... (I've got to get it right next time! I don't want to make a fool of myself again...)
Barnham:
You appear to be looking away from the facts, rather like a certain witness.
Phoenix:
I won't look away from my mistakes... but I will keep looking on the bright side! (...And on the bright side, that's one possibility eliminated. All the more chance of getting it right next time!)
Leads back to:
"In that case, why don't you enlighten us and show us this so-called contradiction?"
Phoenix:
The contradiction is right here!
Judge:
And this is...the witch's sceptre...?
Phoenix:
Let's go over the order of events, as per the witnesses' testimonies. First, the witch cast a spell on the professor, turning him to gold. When all of you rushed to the crime scene, that golden statue fell down, making a loud noise. Next, the witch dropped the sceptre.
Barnham:
What are you getting at, Sir Blue Knight? All witnesses agree with this order of events.
Phoenix:
That's right. They all agree that's how it happened... But then there's the arm.
Barnham:
Well, what about it? Spit it out.
Phoenix:
Let's assume that Maya was the witch... Now, look at the sketch again. The witch dropped the sceptre after having turned the professor into gold. The sceptre tumbled along the floor... and was found here, as asserted by the prosecution. However, that would be impossible. There's no way it could have been there!
Judge:
Oh... I see it now!
Barnham:
Ngh... The...arm...it was...
Phoenix:
I'm glad you seem to have noticed. The victim's arm was on the floor right here, standing on its end. Therefore, the sceptre couldn't possibly have fallen that way. Ergo, it couldn't have been the defendant who dropped the sceptre! In other words, Maya is not a witch!
Barnham:
Nghhhhh!
Judge:
Order! Order! Orderrr! How can this be...? The inquisition's reasoning has been proven invalid through just one single piece of unusual evidence!
Phoenix:
(Call it Layton's magical touch! The professor sacrificed his arm to leave us just the evidence needed to turn this thing around!)
Espella:
That was amazing, Mr Wright!
Luke:
Professor...
Barnham:
Barnham:
An admirable deduction, Sir Blue Knight. ...That I cannot deny. Even if we are to assume your reasoning is correct and that girl in the cage is not a witch...
Phoenix:
"Even if"...?
Barnham:
in [sic] the many trials I have attended, I have become well-versed in certain aspects of magic. I am all too aware of its potential to confuse people, befuddle their minds and make their memories hazy... No one can resist such a maddening influence.
Phoenix:
What are you trying to say, Inquisitor?
Barnham:
The sceptre could not have tumbled across the floor if the arm were in its way. ...However! Can we be sure that is where the arm was? Are all of the witnesses able to confirm its location at the time?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
We've heard what they had to say several times now! They agreed that the sceptre fell after the victim fell over!
Barnham:
Barnham:
And yet, no one actually saw the sceptre being dropped. Witnesses. Think back to that incident once more. Did the golden statue fall over first...or did the staff fall before it? Think carefully about what you have seen and heard. Everything hinges on your testimonies. May your words guide us to the truth and decide the fate of this caged "witch"!
Luke:
...!
Emeer:
...!
Birdly:
...!
Ms Primstone:
...!
Judge:
I was about to get ready to leave...but it seems there is need for further questioning. Testify once more, witnesses! Tell us of the golden statue and the Talea Magica!
Witness Testimony
- The Golden Statue and the Sceptre -
Luke:
I was only focusing on the professor, so I don't remember much else.
Emeer:
I dunno...I got there last. 'Sides, that thing was glintin' and glitterin' away, so I couldn't see much else.
Birdly:
♪Bewitched by love, or beloved by a witch, The poor cove knows not which is which♪
Ms Primstone:
Dearie me, I remember! How obvious it seems now. The staff was dropped before the statue fell over.
Phoenix:
Whoa, wait a minute! What you all said just now... is totally different from your previous testimonies!
Barnham:
...Sir Blue Knight. You are starting to notice it now, aren't you? That is the way of magic. Such is the effect this black art tends to have upon those who witness it. The witnesses are not lying, but simply having trouble remembering the truth.
Phoenix:
(What a convenient excuse... Confronted with magic, their brains turn to mush, huh?)
Judge:
Ever since our ancestors drank from the fountains of wisdom and obtained the capacity for reason... witchcraft has been the one thing to remain incomprehensible, even to the most intelligent of us.
Barnham:
Nevertheless, the onus is on us to stand up against magic and pass judgement on these witches! And so, here we are, doing battle with the weapons of the wise: words. With words, we shall pass judgement upon this supposed witch.
Judge:
Defender, you may begin your interrogation and help us arrive at the truth!
Cross Examination
- The Golden Statue and the Sceptre -
Luke:
I was only focusing on the professor, so I don't remember much else.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Luke. You said before that you heard the sceptre fall to the floor... And that was after the professor fell over.
Luke:
............ I thought so... I mean, I thought so before, but now... The more I think about it, the less certain I am that I actually heard it! How could I have been paying attention to anything else when the professor was... When he was... *sob* My memories of everything else are too fuzzy...
Phoenix:
(I guess Luke was too shocked to take in his surroundings and notice anything else... I doubt I'll get any more information out of him for now.) I'm sorry, Luke. I understand how hard this is for you.
Barnham:
Let's move on to the next witness.
Emeer:
I dunno...I got there last. 'Sides, that thing was glintin' and glitterin' away, so I couldn't see much else.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And "that thing" would be...?
Emeer:
The arm of that shiny gent next to you, Bluey!
Phoenix:
Ugh... (Poor Professor Layton...more valued now than ever before...) And you didn't notice the sceptre on the floor?
Emeer:
Y'know, I wasn't even looking at the floor. Me eyes were kinda glued to me new source of income! If anythin', I may've looked up at the ceiling, since that's where it was pointin'. Finders keepers, eh? Into me pocket it went! *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
(Someone arrest this guy, please...)
Birdly:
♪Bewitched by love, or beloved by a witch, The poor cove knows not which is which♪
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Would you mind translating your song into plain speech?
Birdly:
I shall simplify it once more just for you, esteemed Knight of the Court. First of all, let's talk about love. It's a pretty neat slant rhyme for "cove". A "cove" is slang for a "chap", you see. Then we have the word witch and its homophone which.
Question Emeer Punchenbaug
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Mr Emeer, you seem to be pondering something very deeply.
Emeer:
Bwah! Ya caught me unawares there, Bluey!
Phoenix:
Did something in Mr Birdly's statement catch your attention just now?
Emeer:
Nah. Nothin' in particular. I was just thinkin'... That bard's song really got to me... I really kinda feel it in me heart.
Birdly:
I appreciate your appreciation of my art.
Emeer:
Y'know, I meant to ask you somethin'... Why don't you become me private bard? You could sing all about the heroic life of Emeer Punchenbaug I!
Birdly:
I could gladly sing of your adventures if it pleases you, kind sir.
Emeer:
Yeah, that's exactly what I want! Show me what ya've got!
Birdly:
Very well. As per your request...
♪Oh grand Emeer Punchenbaug the First, Will new fortune quench your thirst? Having bravely filched the golden arm, Now you've duped the pawn shop man♪
I hope my song was to your liking, sir.
Emeer:
Har har, yeah! Very poetic! *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Birdly:
♪Your drinking manner is quite inspiring,  But whatever is that skull bottle hiding?♪
Phoenix:
............ (So, we've learned...nothing useful at all. Just that Emeer has questionable taste in music...)
Barnham:
Sometimes it is best not to probe too deeply, Sir Blue Knight.
Judge:
Well, then... Let us just pretend we heard none of that and proceed with the interrogation.
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
Ugh... Right...
Birdly:
Next, we have the delightful consonance of beloved and bewitched. It is, ultimately, a song about confusion.
Phoenix:
I'm confused...
Birdly:
............ To be honest, there's nothing more to it. It is merely an artistic expression of my feelings.
Phoenix:
So...it's got nothing to do with this case, does it?
Birdly:
I am a well of melodious words and poetic music. That is my only claim.
Cracker:
Aaaaaah! Oh dearie, dearie me!
Question Luke Triton
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Leads to:
"Luke, would you like to say something?"
Birdly:
Oh, what could my peerless partner Cracker be thinking about now, I wonder. Perhaps I should sing a song about it...
Phoenix:
No, please...that's fine.
Judge:
I don't believe another song will be necessary. Let us move on.
Ms Primstone:
Dearie me, I remember! How obvious it seems now. The staff was dropped before the statue fell over.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But...you haven't said anything about that until now!
Ms Primstone:
Well, that couldn't have been helped.
Phoenix:
How so?
Ms Primstone:
Now, now, everyone, listen well! Pencils in hand, be sure to take notes. Ms Primstone's lesson number four! "Memories are not always pretty". Some things are better forgotten. Trying to remember them only leads to trouble! This will be in the exam!
Barnham:
You are saying that the victim fell over and his arm broke off after the sceptre was dropped, are you not?
Ms Primstone:
Correct! Well done. And so, the contradiction is no more.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But that's inconsistent with all the previous testimonies!
Barnham:
Barnham:
You're quick to forget what I have told you, Sir Blue Knight. The witnesses are not lying. They are merely having trouble remembering the truth. We must do our utmost to find the truth within what they say.
Phoenix:
(It's no use... These guys aren't making any sense.)
Espella:
What Inquisitor Barnham said must be true... They've been confused by magic!
Phoenix:
Espella...
Espella:
We always try to make sense of what we see. So when what we see makes no sense, we lose track of what's real.
Phoenix:
(I guess that makes cross-examination a little pointless... At least, when everyone here believes it's so easy to get confused by magic.) Well, we need to do something, or else Maya will be done for... I'll listen to the witnesses again and try to find something we can use...
Espella:
Good luck!
Phoenix:
Luke, would you like to say something?
Luke:
............ Oh...sorry. Guess I spaced out a bit. What is it, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
You seemed to be thinking pretty hard about something during Mr Birdly's song...err, testimony just now. Is there something you would like to share with us?
Luke:
............ Well... I've been thinking about what Mr Barnham said a while ago...
Phoenix:
What was that, exactly?
Luke:
That humans who witness magic become confused and lose sight of what's real... and they end up not knowing what actually happened... Well, I was thinking Mr Barnham might be right. And then...it occurred to me that there might be a way... I mean, we do have with us...
a witness who isn't human!
Cracker:
Aaaaaah! Oh dearie, dearie me!
Phoenix:
This situation seems oddly familiar...
Luke:
I asked him earlier if he remembers the events clearly or not. He said he has a memory better than an elephant and remembers everything perfectly well!
Phoenix:
(Ah, that's right! I almost forgot...Luke can talk to animals!)
Luke:
Mr Wright, I know it sounds crazy... but please let me try! Let me ask Cracker to testify!
Cracker:
Aaaaaah! Oh dearie, dearie me!
Phoenix:
(Should I...? I'm stuck now anyway, and the witnesses' testimonies are all over the place... A new testimony would be a wild card, but it might be just the thing to turn this trial on its head! But it's a crazy idea, all right... If I make a mistake now, it'll put me in a tight spot!)
Judge:
Defender, are you still with us? This is not the time nor place for daydreaming. What do you intend to do?
Barnham:
Heh...it looks as though you've exhausted all means for a counter-attack, Sir Knight in Blue. Is it not time you drop your sword?
Judge:
If you have no further questions for the witnesses, defender, I will consider your interrogation finished. What will it be then? Are we finished here?
Phoenix:
(I've got zero time to think it over... Better make a choice now! Should I summon the parrot as a witness?)
Let's hear Cracker's testimony!
Leads to:
"Your Honour, the defence would like to summon a new witness!"
I'll pass...
Phoenix:
(It's totally nuts! I can't let a parrot testify... No one would take it seriously!) Your Honour, the defence has no more que-
???:
Nick!
Phoenix:
...! (Oh, that voice...) Maya!
Maya:
Nick, Luke's given you a chance! Don't waste it! Aren't you used to grasping every chance there is, no matter how crazy it seems?
Espella:
Mr Wright, I don't know much, but... ...Luke's eyes look so serious. Why not accept his proposal?
Phoenix:
............ (Okay...I'll give it a go!)
Leads to:
"Your Honour, the defence would like to summon a new witness!"
Phoenix:
Your Honour, the defence would like to summon a new witness!
Judge:
A...a new...
Barnham:
witness...you say? [sic]
Judge:
Who do you have in mind?
Phoenix:
It's...a witness you all know... by the name of...Mr Cracker.
Judge:
Mister...Cracker?
Barnham:
I know of no man by that name!
Cracker:
Mister! Cracker!
Phoenix:
The defence summons its new witness, Mr Cracker the Parrot!
Judge:
A... A parrot as a witness?!
Barnham:
Barnham:
This is the Witches' Court! Joking around will be considered contempt of court!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr Cracker witnessed the crime. He saw it happen...and he heard it too! He's as valid a witness as the others!
Barnham:
Barnham:
No, no, no! That bird is nothing but a pet animal! Referring to it as "Mr" will not change that!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Humans are confused by magic, to the extent that they lose sight of what's real... That's what you yourself said, Inquisitor Zacharias Barnham!
Barnham:
Barnham:
Calling me by my full name does not help justify such brash foolishness! The inquisition is against interrogating a parrot!
???:
By the way, kind sirs...
Birdly:
I suppose you should know that my dear companion never forgets a sound he hears.
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
(He remembers everything he hears, huh...)
Luke:
It's definitely worth asking Cracker to testify!
Judge:
The court sees the situation as follows... The witnesses' testimonies do not hold together. In fact, they are as erratic as that bard's songs. I cannot see this trial getting any more confusing. Very well...the defence may summon this avian witness!
...Can you believe it?...What's up with Mr Blue Suit? Summoning a parrot as a witness?...S-summoning? Does he mean like how the familiar was "summoned"?
Phoenix:
(By hook or by crook, I'll do whatever I can to save Maya! Be it summoning a parrot or a familiar... whatever it takes. Within the boundaries of the law, of course.)
Phoenix:
Umm, all right. Witness, state your name and profe-
Barnham:
Barnham:
Not so fast! I hardly even know where to begin, but... First of all... What's the matter with that boy, looking so pleased with himself? He looks like the cat that got the cream.
Luke:
Ah, that'd be me, wouldn't it? Don't mind me... Just think of me as a perch for Cracker, that's all.
Barnham:
And just what is the purpose of questioning a bird?! A parrot may be able to repeat what others say, but it cannot talk on its own!
Luke:
Luke:
It's precisely because Cracker doesn't talk in his own words that he's certain to tell us the truth!
Barnham:
What?
Luke:
Cracker remembers every sound he hears, even just the once, with absolute perfection. So let's have him testify exactly what he heard!
Phoenix:
And if Cracker can repeat every sound... I'd say this should be a valuable testimony!
Barnham:
I cannot believe this is happening...
Judge:
A witness that cannot talk will not lie, either. This idea is much to my liking. Well then. May our new witness, Cracker, testify to the court! We wish to know exactly what you heard from the beginning of the incident!
Witness Testimony
- The Golden Statue and the Sceptre -
Cracker:
...Aaaaah!...Slam!...Dearie, dearie me!...Clang!...Godoor!
Barnham:
Barnham:
What's this now...?
Luke:
Why, those are the sounds of the incident... exactly as Cracker heard them!
Barnham:
Ludicrous! Evidently, this is nothing but a farce after all!
Judge:
What do you mean, Inquisitor Barnham? I must admit I found the parrot's testimony quite impressive.
Barnham:
Even if that bird can accurately recall the sounds... it is clearly useless when it comes to... the order of events!
Judge:
You mean there's a problem with the order?
Barnham:
First, the witch used magic to turn the victim into gold. Then, the witnesses arrived. It is reasonable to assume they cried out in terror when they did so. And yet, this testimony does not accurately convey such an order of events!
It starts with a sudden scream. Followed by the door abruptly opening... and then a witness crying out. Next, we hear the victim, having turned into gold, falling down. So far, so reasonable... But the real issue is as follows.
The parrot seems to think the witch cast her spell after the witnesses entered. Such a suggestion is inconceivable! The reason is simple. At that time, the victim had already been turned into gold!
Luke:
Ah...
Judge:
Hmph... Indeed, it is as you say, Inquisitor Barnham.
Barnham:
The parrot's capacity for imitation is excellent. I will concede that its testimony does have some entertainment value. However! This animal's testimony cannot be allowed to stand as proof in this honourable court of law!
Luke:
Don't write Cracker off just like that!
Barnham:
Do you now see how foolish you were to summon this parrot as a witness?
Phoenix:
(Ughhh...not good, Phoenix. Not good at all... Should I really go through with this cross-examination when it feels like everyone in this court is against me?)
Cross-examine Cracker
Leads to:
"The defence wishes to cross-examine the witness!"
Forget about it
Phoenix:
(I thought it would be possible to glean the truth from Cracker's testimony... But it's easier said than done... Guess I shouldn't have got my hopes up! I know it's no use, but...)
Luke:
............
Maya:
............
Espella:
............
Layton:
............
Phoenix:
(Don't look at me like that... Man, talk about pressure...)
Leads to:
"The defence wishes to cross-examine the witness!"
Phoenix:
The defence wishes to cross-examine the witness!
Barnham:
What? Are you serious?! Did you not hear what I said? Are you choosing to ignore MY words?
Phoenix:
A witness that cannot talk cannot lie, either. This parrot's testimony is the naked truth. He's simply repeating the sounds as he heard them.
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
It's humans who make assumptions about the meaning of those sounds and arbitrarily decide whether the testimony's good or not. But, as Knights of the Court, shouldn't we be striving to uncover the truth to which this parrot holds the key?
Barnham:
............ The truth, you say...? Very well! Show us the "truth" that this bird purportedly knows! Interrogate that parrot! Meanwhile, I shall enjoy the show.
Espella:
Will you? Will you do it, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Ugh, do you think it's hopeless?
Espella:
Uhm...
Judge:
Defender, you may interrogate the witness!
Cross Examination
- The Golden Statue and the Sceptre -
Cracker:
...Aaaaah!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That...that's Maya screaming!
Maya:
Oh, yeah... I may have let out a teeny scream... I was so horrified when the professor suddenly turned into gold like that, right before my eyes...
Phoenix:
So that's when...
Barnham:
Barnham:
The accused seems to yearn for the flames so much that she cannot wait to receive her punishment. If she wishes to live any longer, she would be wise to remain silent.
Maya:
Uhh... I-I'm really sorry! I won't talk again, I promise!
Barnham:
Unfortunately for you, Sir Blue Knight... there is no way you can prove that it was the voice of the accused.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're wrong, Inquisitor! All we need to do is have her voiceprint analysed and we'll know straight awa- Oh, wait...
Barnham:
Analyse what? A "voiceprint"?
Phoenix:
It's nothing... Just forget what I said. (Oh, boy... This world is driving me crazy.)
Judge:
Well, then. You may carry on with the interrogation.
Cracker:
...Slam!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Was that the sound of a door being opened?
Cracker:
............
Question Birdly (if Birdly has not yet been questioned in this cross-examination)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Birdly?
Birdly:
How may I help you, sir?
Phoenix:
I'd been meaning to ask this before, but... why are you still on the witness stand?
Birdly:
Are you suggesting I should leave my dear partner alone with strangers who cannot even sing?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Birdly:
The very sight of Cracker causes the finest of songs to effortlessly form in my mind.
♪Stilton, cheddar or smoked cheese? I like my crackers with any of these!♪
That was the Cracker Song. Is it not crisp and full of flavour?
Phoenix:
...Right...anyway... Would you mind remaining quiet for the rest of Cracker's cross-examination?
Judge:
I suddenly got the munchies... Ahem, continue the interrogation!
Leads back to cross-examination
Luke:
Hmm, he seems to be saying: "Don't ask me, mate!"
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
Defender, this is getting us nowhere.
Phoenix:
Uhh, it would seem so, Your Honour... (Yeah...I can see that myself.)
Luke:
By the way, I was the one who opened the door. I was worried about the professor, so I barged right into the room.
Espella:
Poor Luke...
Cracker:
...Dearie, dearie me!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I think we all can agree that this sounds like Ms Primstone, right?
Luke:
When we entered the room, we all kind of reacted in surprise. But I guess the teacher's voice stifled all the rest.
Question Birdly (if Birdly has not yet been questioned in this cross-examination)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Birdly?
Birdly:
How may I help you, sir?
Phoenix:
I'd been meaning to ask this before, but... why are you still on the witness stand?
Birdly:
Are you suggesting I should leave my dear partner alone with strangers who cannot even sing?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Birdly:
The very sight of Cracker causes the finest of songs to effortlessly form in my mind.
♪Stilton, cheddar or smoked cheese? I like my crackers with any of these!♪
That was the Cracker Song. Is it not crisp and full of flavour?
Phoenix:
...Right...anyway... Would you mind remaining quiet for the rest of Cracker's cross-examination?
Judge:
I suddenly got the munchies... Ahem, continue the interrogation!
Leads back to cross-examination
Barnham:
Ms Primstone is known for her stentorian voice of authority, allowing her to easily rise above the chatter of unruly children. Her voice would still be ringing in the pupils' ears long after a class had finished. Ah, that takes me back.
Phoenix:
(If only Maya's scream was as easily recognisable.)
Luke:
Right, let's move on to the next sound!
Cracker:
...Clang!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's...that must be... (The sound of the professor falling over, I guess...)
Luke:
Professor...
Question Birdly (if Birdly has not yet been questioned in this cross-examination)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Birdly?
Birdly:
How may I help you, sir?
Phoenix:
I'd been meaning to ask this before, but... why are you still on the witness stand?
Birdly:
Are you suggesting I should leave my dear partner alone with strangers who cannot even sing?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Birdly:
The very sight of Cracker causes the finest of songs to effortlessly form in my mind.
♪Stilton, cheddar or smoked cheese? I like my crackers with any of these!♪
That was the Cracker Song. Is it not crisp and full of flavour?
Phoenix:
...Right...anyway... Would you mind remaining quiet for the rest of Cracker's cross-examination?
Judge:
I suddenly got the munchies... Ahem, continue the interrogation!
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
(I guess I'd better not pursue this one...)
Espella:
Luke...you poor thing.
Cracker:
...Godoor!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's the magic incantation, isn't it?
Barnham:
Barnham:
Preposterous! At this stage, the victim was already on the floor. The transmutation spell had to have been used much earlier than that!
Phoenix:
(I wonder...) Luke, what about you? Did you hear the incantation too?
Luke:
............ I'm sorry... I can't seem to remember. After I saw the professor in that...in that state...my memory of what happened next just isn't clear.
Question Birdly (if Birdly has not yet been questioned in this cross-examination)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Mr Birdly?
Birdly:
How may I help you, sir?
Phoenix:
I'd been meaning to ask this before, but... why are you still on the witness stand?
Birdly:
Are you suggesting I should leave my dear partner alone with strangers who cannot even sing?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Birdly:
The very sight of Cracker causes the finest of songs to effortlessly form in my mind.
♪Stilton, cheddar or smoked cheese? I like my crackers with any of these!♪
That was the Cracker Song. Is it not crisp and full of flavour?
Phoenix:
...Right...anyway... Would you mind remaining quiet for the rest of Cracker's cross-examination?
Judge:
I suddenly got the munchies... Ahem, continue the interrogation!
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Luke. I know this is very painful for you. (Anyhow, the important thing is that incantation. Somehow...I get the feeling there's something odd about it. It just doesn't seem quite right.)
Present Goldor entry
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There is a critical contradiction in this testimony!"
Espella:
Do you think there's anything important in Mr Cracker's testimony?
Phoenix:
Hmm. There does seem to be a fundamental problem with what he repeated... (Why would the incantation come after the professor was turned to gold?)
Espella:
But Mr Cracker can't tell lies, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah... He can only repeat the sounds he's heard. (Maybe we're just misinterpreting Cracker's testimony...) For the time being, let's have another look at the Court Record and the Grand Grimoire.
Espella:
Yes, of course!
Phoenix:
There is a critical contradiction in this testimony!
Barnham:
We are all aware of that, Sir Blue Knight. This contradiction is between your so-called desire to find the truth and the fact that you are interrogating a parrot!
Phoenix:
That's not what I'm talking about, Inquisitor. There is a contradiction here that makes one thing particularly clear... the fact that we have clearly all made a wrong assumption!
Barnham:
...How so?
Phoenix:
Luke, can you ask Cracker to repeat the incantation once more?
Luke:
R-right you are!
Cracker:
............ ...Godoor! ...Godoor!
Barnham:
G... "Godoor"...?
Phoenix:
According to the Grand Grimoire, the name of the gold transmutation spell is "Goldor"... Now, Inquisitor, it would seem to me that the spell we've just heard is in fact a different one entirely!
Judge:
Well I never... Unbelievable! "Goldor" and "Godoor"...
Barnham:
Barnham:
This... This is ridiculous! That wretched bird must've misheard the incantation!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Cracker is able to imitate sounds perfectly. The incantation was indeed misheard... but only by the people hearing it!
Barnham:
Barnham:
The victim was found already in his golden state. That is proof enough that the Goldor spell was used!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But you're forgetting that Cracker heard this incantation after that spell had already taken place! Which makes it entirely possible that this "Godoor" spell was used as well! In other words, another spell, besides the gold transmutation magic, must also have been used!
Barnham:
Nnngh...!
Judge:
A-another spell...that we haven't yet considered?!
Phoenix:
Now, the next question that needs to be asked is: just what is this Godoor spell?
Barnham:
Barnham:
Utter foolishness! This is absurd! As convenient as it would be for you, there is no way that a spell by the name of "Godoor" exists!
Espella:
Oh! Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
Huh? What is it?
Espella:
I've found it. The page about the spell... Godoor. It's listed in the Grand Grimoire...right here!
Judge:
It...
Barnham:
exists? [sic]
Judge:
Wha-whaaaaaaat? Order! Order! I demand order!
Phoenix:
(Just like I thought. Cracker remembered it exactly.)
Judge:
But then...what kind of magic is this "Godoor"?
Espella:
Well, Milord...the Grand Grimoire describes it in the following way... Godoor: "Creates a portal on two sides of green-coloured walls. The portal will disappear after five minutes".
Judge:
Creates a portal?
Barnham:
On green-coloured walls?
Phoenix:
A portal spell...
The spell Godoor has been bookmarked in the Grand Grimoire.
Barnham:
Aren't you a lucky man... It appears even the Grand Grimoire is on your side. However, there is a fatal flaw in your explanation.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
What...what flaw is that, Inquisitor?
Barnham:
It is really quite simple. Think back to how the alchemist's study looked at the time of the incident. Do you remember any green walls? Because I do not. There were none. All the walls were coated with white plaster. In other words... It was impossible to use Godoor in that room!
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Hmph... I, too, have visited that alchemist's study since the incident. I remember very well that all the walls in that room were a dull shade of white!
Barnham:
Your little theory was interesting, Sir Knight in Blue. But it has proven to be nothing more than that - a mere wild guess. As long as you cannot prove that this Godoor spell was used, your little theory shall be considered no further.
Judge:
In all honesty, I was very surprised to learn of such a spell's existence. However... as long as it was impossible to have used this spell at the crime scene, your deduction leads us nowhere. So let me ask you now.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honour?
Judge:
Do you, perchance, have any proof that you could show us? Can you prove that it was feasible for the witch to have used Godoor in that room?
Phoenix:
(This is no coincidence! That spell must have been used at the crime scene! But do I have the proof that it was even possible to use Godoor...?)
Naturally, I have proof
Phoenix:
(It's been on my mind for a while... That inexplicable mark. It has to be the evidence that ties up all the loose ends!)
Leads to:
"The defence wishes to present evidence!"
Unfortunately, I don't have proof
Phoenix:
I hate to say it, but I don't have any proof, Your Honour.
Barnham:
Heh. The spell has been broken for you at last.
Espella:
Mr Wright! Are you going to just let it go like that?
Phoenix:
But, Espella, the walls in Belduke's study were white.
Espella:
That may be so. But would you have a look at this? The spell Godoor creates a portal on green walls, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
(Green...hmm...) Ah! (Wait... I think I might just have something!)
Leads to:
"The defence wishes to present evidence!"
Phoenix:
The defence wishes to present evidence!
Barnham:
Im...impossible...
Judge:
The determination in your eyes made me think you would. Now then, we shall allow the defence to present its evidence to the court! Present the proof that the spell Godoor was used at the scene of the crime!
Present Behind the Painting
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The walls in the study are coated with white plaster..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Here it is! Here's the proof!
Judge:
............ What do you think, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight... I have a question for you. Godoor is a spell used to make portals appear in solid walls, is that correct?
Phoenix:
Umm, yeah, that sounds about right...
Barnham:
Well, fortunately we have several doors here already, so there is no need to resort to magic portals. Now, choose any door you like and leave the court!
Phoenix:
Arghhh!
Judge:
That is to say, presenting that piece of evidence was a mistake.
Phoenix:
(Dang! Why did I show them that? I've gotta have something better...right?)
Leads back to:
"Now then, we shall allow the defence to present its evidence to the court!"
Phoenix:
The walls in the study are coated with white plaster... Not all of them, though. There is just one spot which is green.
Judge:
Oh? There is?!
Phoenix:
I noticed it when investigating the crime scene. You may recall that there was a small painting behind the desk. And for some reason, the wall behind it was painted green.
Barnham:
It...it was what?!
Judge:
I recall seeing that painting myself, too. If we look at this floor plan... I'd say it was around here.
Espella:
Mr Wright, I'll mark it on the floor plan!
Floor Plan updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
It's been bothering me since I saw it. But now it's clear what it was. At the time of the incident, a portal opened up behind that painting! In other words, that was the wall utilised for the spell Godoor!
Barnham:
Barnham:
You're certainly persistent. You just want a portal to be there so much, don't you?
Phoenix:
The wall behind the painting was green, and that's a fact!
Barnham:
Incidentally, I remember that painting well. It was a small landscape piece. About the size of, say, an open Grand Grimoire.
Judge:
Yes, it was about that size, indeed. A small, adorable picture.
Barnham:
Even if a portal had opened in that small patch of green... no person would be able to pass through it. In fact, they'd just about be able to put their arm through, at the most. So will you please explain how a witch could possibly have escaped through a portal this small?
Espella:
He's right, Mr Wright! No one could've got through a portal that small!
Barnham:
Have you anything to say? Or are you so crushed by the realisation of your mistake that words fail you?
Phoenix:
............ The portal was too small for a person... It doesn't require much thinking to figure that out.
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
But that aside, a very obvious question remains. If it wasn't a human, then what could've passed through that portal?
Barnham:
You have put an interesting spin on things. Why don't you answer your own question? You talk as if you know everything, so please, enlighten us!
Phoenix:
(A small portal was opened in the wall at the crime scene... And I have all the clues as to what that could mean!) What went through the portal was...
The witch
Phoenix:
I'm thinking it might have been... the witch, after all.
Barnham:
...You don't sound very sure about that. Let me ask you this: how did the witch get through that tiny portal?
Phoenix:
Well, since it was a witch...she probably used magic.
Barnham:
Barnham:
Another brash claim, another excuse of magic! Just how many spells do you think a witch can cast?
Judge:
There are only two magic gems in this Talea Magica.
Barnham:
What's certain is this: the portal opened in that wall would have been about the size of this book. If there were a portal like that in this courtroom, I'd gladly squeeze you through it to get you out of my sight!
Phoenix:
Uwaaaahhh!
Judge:
Ahem, yes, well. Enough of this small talk. The defence's answer clearly made no sense.
Espella:
Mr Wright, don't let them make you feel small. Let's think about this one more time, and we'll surely find the right answer!
Leads back to:
"A small portal was opened in the wall at the crime scene..."
A small animal
Phoenix:
A human wouldn't be able to squeeze through that portal... which leaves us with just one other possibility. It was...a small animal! Like a ferret, or a cat, or maybe even a...
Luke:
Mr Wright, I'd appreciate if you stopped stealing glances at Cracker.
Cracker:
Hang on! Hang on! Squawk! Hang on! Hang on!
Birdly:
Are you suggesting that my peerless musical companion was somehow involved in this crime?
Barnham:
What's certain is this: the portal opened in that wall would have been about the size of this book. It would be too small for a person. As for your suggestion regarding small animals... Let me suggest that you leave this court.
Phoenix:
Uwaaaahhh!
Judge:
Ahem, yes, well. Enough of this small talk. The defence's answer clearly made no sense.
Espella:
Mr Wright, don't let them make you feel small. Let's think about this one more time, and we'll surely find the right answer!
Leads back to:
"A small portal was opened in the wall at the crime scene..."
Something else
Leads to:
"No human could have passed through a portal that small."
Phoenix:
No human could have passed through a portal that small. Even a witch couldn't have pulled that off.
Barnham:
Heh, so are you finally forsaking your mistaken assumptions?
Phoenix:
I haven't finished, Inquisitor. The fact remains that something else could have passed through that portal.
Barnham:
Oh? And just what would that be, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
(The portal was created after the professor had been turned into gold... The witch had a good reason behind that. She must have had to move something through that portal.)
Judge:
You have captured my curiosity. I'd like to know what passed through the portal! Tell us, what did the witch use that magic portal for?
Present Talea Magica
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Considering the state of the crime scene... there is just one possible answer."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Maybe...it was for this!
Barnham:
Barnham:
............ You know, Blue Knight... ...You make me wish I could use magic to create a portal myself. So that I could chuck you and that irritating pointing finger of yours out of this court!
Phoenix:
Huh...
Barnham:
If only you would leave through a portal and never show up in front of me again!
Phoenix:
Ughhhhhhhhhh!
Judge:
And remember this ancient wisdom: those who point fingers at others will have fingers pointed at them!
Phoenix:
(Looks like my reasoning was a bit off the mark...)
Espella:
Let's think about it again and give it another try, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
(What could have passed through that small portal? Did something leave the room through it? Or...could something have entered the room through it? The witch created the portal for a reason... The answer has to be in the Court Record.)
Leads back to:
"You have captured my curiosity. I'd like to know what passed through the portal!"
Phoenix:
Considering the state of the crime scene... there is just one possible answer. And that is...the Talea Magica!
Barnham:
Barnham:
What...what's this now?! The Talea Magica was found at the crime scene! A portal has nothing to do with it!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Inquisitor Barnham, you're making the wrong assumption.
Barnham:
Wrong assumption?
Phoenix:
The witch wasn't trying to remove evidence from the crime scene... She wanted to plant it. She threw the witch's sceptre into the room through that portal!
Barnham:
Barnham:
You...you and your crazy theories! Do you even realise what you're saying? If she threw the staff into the room, that means...
Phoenix:
Exactly. She did it to deceive us. Her goal was to make us draw the wrong conclusions. When the incident took place, the witch herself wasn't in the room. She cast the spell from outside!
Barnham:
Whaaaaaat?!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order, I say!
Phoenix:
And that's not all. There's even more proof that the staff was thrown into the room from the outside.
Barnham:
Wha...what proof?
Phoenix:
That proof is none other than...Professor Layton's previously severed right arm!
Judge:
The victim's arm? How does that prove anything?
Phoenix:
None of the witnesses have testified they saw the witch's sceptre. However... a few of them claim to have heard it rattling across the floor.
Barnham:
That's right.
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this floor plan... Since the arm was standing upright here, we know the defendant couldn't have been the one to have dropped the sceptre. Now, think about it...where would you need to drop the sceptre from in order for it to end up here?
Judge:
Oh...oh!
Barnham:
Ngh...!
Phoenix:
That's right... The sceptre could only have come from the small portal created by the spell Godoor!
Judge:
This is most unexpected. The witch wasn't in the room when the crime occurred... Or, at least, that's the defence's claim.
Phoenix:
It's the only thing that explains all the contradictions we've run into.
Barnham:
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight, with that imagination of yours you could aspire to write fantasy stories. A nice try, I must admit. However...this line of assertion is futile! There is a glaring contradiction in your words!
Judge:
Another "contradiction"? Whatever are you referring to, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
This is the Talea Magica that was used in this incident. As we have established, there are two magic gems in it. One for the gold transmutation spell, Goldor, and one for the shadow familiar spell, Famalia. A witch in possession of this staff would not have been able to cast Godoor!
Phoenix:
............ Yes...you're absolutely right. But you can't write off all the evidence supporting my theory as mere coincidence.
Barnham:
Why must your agreement always be followed by a "but"?
Phoenix:
What I'm getting at is... this Talea Magica...is not genuine!
Judge:
Not genuine...?
Phoenix:
That's right. And naturally, the one responsible for this deception is the real culprit of the crime!
Judge:
Enough of the suspense! It's too much for a man of my age... The defence shall reveal what is meant by this so-called deception!
Present Famalia gem
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"First, I want to clarify one thing."
Present Goldor gem
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'm thinking it may be...this Goldor magic gem!
Judge:
What? The Goldor magic gem is fake?
Phoenix:
Think about it...magic that turns stuff into gold? I mean, that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales!
Judge:
............
Barnham:
............
Espella:
............
Judge:
Is this an attempt to make us believe the crime in question never actually occurred?
Barnham:
Behold your glittering friend beside you! Are you honestly trying to claim that gold transmutation magic does not exist?!
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I shouldn't have said that... Can't believe I made that mistake. The Goldor gem isn't a fake. But in that case, something else must be...)
Espella:
Mr Wright, please try again! Quickly think of something a little more probable!
Phoenix:
(It's easy to say...)
Leads back to:
"Enough of the suspense! It's too much for a man of my age..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'm thinking...this, here, is not real!
Judge:
I'm not sure I understand. Are you saying this whole sceptre is a fabrication?
Phoenix:
No...er, yes, actually! Who's to say this whole Talea Magica isn't a fake?! The real sceptre may still be out there, somewhere!
Barnham:
............ You know what's a fake? You are. You are a sham, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
The real defender may still be out there, somewhere.
Phoenix:
What...?
Espella:
I'm...suddenly a little ashamed to be standing here, at your side...
Phoenix:
(Ugh...that was a shot in the dark...and the only thing I hit was myself. The sceptre itself isn't a fake. I guess just a part of it isn't what it seems...)
Espella:
Mr Wright, please try again! Quickly think of something a little more probable!
Phoenix:
(Come on Espella, cut me some slack...)
Leads back to:
"Enough of the suspense! It's too much for a man of my age..."
Phoenix:
First, I want to clarify one thing. Can we be certain that the Talea Magica in question is authentic?
Barnham:
Without doubt. The metal rod in its centre is called the Spina Magica. The Witch's Mark on its tip is clearly visible and highly detailed. It is impossible to forge, even by the finest craftsmen in all Labyrinthia. I can guarantee you its authenticity.
Phoenix:
That leaves us with only one possibility. The forgery in question is... the Famalia magic gem!
Barnham:
Wh-what?!
Judge:
A...forged magic gem?!
Barnham:
Barnham:
That...is an insult to our investigators!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Only witches can use the power of these magic gems, can't they? So tell me, how can you know whether a magic gem is the real thing or not?
Barnham:
Barnham:
Hold it there! We know for certain that the spell Goldor was used! It is undoubtedly not forged!
Phoenix:
But what about Famalia? Did anyone actually see a familiar at the crime scene?
Barnham:
...! Tha...that's...
Judge:
Three months ago, when an investigation was carried out into Sir Belduke's death... the results yielded the following conclusion: the spell Famalia had been used to summon a familiar, which in turn carried out the murder.
Phoenix:
...And the witch used exactly that to her advantage. Another similar incident at the same crime scene...don't you think that would be the perfect opportunity... for the witch to frame the defendant for her crimes? The defendant would be blamed for both the professor and Sir Belduke's deaths... and she'd be taken for the real witch.
Judge:
Oh...
Phoenix:
That was the real culprit's objective!
Barnham:
............
Judge:
............
............
Judge:
...There is a chapter in the Magic Archive, an old collection of tales of the occult... about the way to test whether or not a magic gem is genuine.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
How can we test it, Milord?
Judge:
It is very simple. A genuine magic gem is composed of a mineral with a density lower than that of pure water. All you need to do is see if the magic gem floats on water.
Barnham:
That is simple indeed...
Judge:
All non-magical minerals in our world, with the exception of sepiolite and a few other special kinds, sink in water. These eerily sparkling magic gems, however, will never sink when put into water. Bailiff! Remove this magic gem for immediate examination!
...The magic gem's a fake?...What's up with this trial! [sic] This is not how it was supposed to be!It's all right, darling, don't cry! You'll get to see a witch burning today... Sir Barnham never disappoints! Hush, now. There, there!Barnham! Barnham! Barnham! Barnham!
Judge:
Defender... If your theory is correct, this could be the biggest occult crime in history. But another important question remains. I wonder if you can answer it... Who is this supposed real witch that threw the Talea Magica through the portal?
Phoenix:
............ (The real witch... There's only one person that comes to mind. Frankly, I still find it hard to believe...but it's the only possibility... Once I indict her, there'll be no turning back... Knowing the consequences, should I... should I give them her name?)
Espella:
............ Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Espella:
In Labyrinthia, witches are punished by fire. I know you think that's going too far... But even in a world that seems so insane to you... those who take the lives of others must be punished. That's a universal law...isn't it?
Phoenix:
(The witch turned the professor into a golden statue. And that's not all... She took the life of the alchemist too. And now she's trying to pin the whole thing on Maya... I...I can't just let her get away with that!)
Judge:
Well, then... Defence, let us hear your theory. Who is this witch responsible for using Godoor and then throwing the sceptre through the resulting portal?
Present Jean Greyerl profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...... (I...I can't do it! It's too much responsibility... What if I'm wrong and an innocent person gets burned because of me?!)
Barnham:
............ Are you aware of what decides a knight's true worth? It is their readiness to deal the final blow. The courage to raise their sword... Your sword hand is weak and shaky. It is not befitting a Knight of the Court!
Phoenix:
Gwahhh...!
Espella:
Mr Wright, are you feeling all right?
Phoenix:
The witch's power is not limited to magic spells. They have a much more fearsome ability... the ability to exploit our blind spots, to hide in the shadows and manipulate us. (Someone that malevolent deserves to be called a "witch". I've got to think about this again. I've got to focus on facts, not assumptions!)
Leads back to:
"Well, then... Defence, let us hear your theory."
Phoenix:
(When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true. There's only one logical possibility. It has to be that person!) The real witch is...Jean Greyerl!
Judge:
Hmm? Greyerl? I've heard that name somewhere... Wait, isn't that the butler who served Sir Belduke?
Phoenix:
That's correct.
Barnham:
Barnham:
Psh! What's this about?! You seem to love rolling out these ridiculous suggestions, but you ignore the obvious... Jean Greyerl is male!
Phoenix:
Inquisitor Barnham, tell me one thing... Is it only females who can be witches?
Barnham:
Are you daft?! Of course it's only females!
Judge:
Never in the history of this court, has there ever been a male witch.
Barnham:
You're so utterly ignorant! You should be ashamed of yourself!
Phoenix:
...All right, well. I'd like to ask another question. Is Jean Greyerl...really a male?
Judge:
Hmm?
Barnham:
What... What a ludicrous question...
Phoenix:
The defence is certain... that Jean Greyerl is the witch responsible for using magic on Professor Layton!
Barnham:
Barnham:
Will you stop fooling around?! This is... a groundless accusation!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"Groundless", you say? I'm afraid that's where you're wrong.
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
At the time of the crime, Jean Greyerl was in the room next to the alchemist's study. And one of the walls in that very room... was painted green!
Judge:
It...it was?
Phoenix:
What's more, that green wall... was the one adjacent to Sir Belduke's study!
Barnham:
What...?! This is madness!
Judge:
Inquisitor Barnham! Quickly, have the butler summoned to the court! Have Jean Greyerl brought here immediately!
Barnham:
Certainly, Milord. It shall be done.
???:
There is no need for that.
Greyerl:
I am here. I shall come down right away.
Judge:
Ah, it's you!
Greyerl:
Well then, Mr Wright. Shall we begin?
Phoenix:
...Jean Greyerl.
Judge:
It would seem this trial has turned in a new direction. I think we all need a bit of time to take it in. We shall take a brief intermission. Inquisition, defence...sharpen your swords and wits to prepare yourselves for the next stage of this battle.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour!
Barnham:
It shall be done, Milord.
Judge:
By the time we resume, the examination into the magic gem should have ended as well. Now, the court is adjourned for a brief intermission!
To Be Continued...
Waiting Hall
Maya:
So...it's got to be that, uhm...young butler?
Phoenix:
I know what you're thinking. I couldn't quite believe it at first, either. But... The evidence and circumstances all point to the butler. He...or she, has to be the witch. At least... it'll be certain if the magic gem turns out to be a fake.
Maya:
............ But if that's the case...then Belduke's murderer was also...
Phoenix:
Yeah. It would be Greyerl.
Espella:
No, it can't be true! He wouldn't have done that!
Phoenix:
Espella?
Espella:
I know Jean. He held Sir Belduke in the greatest of respect. Jean didn't kill him! I'm sure of it!
Phoenix:
(Jean Greyerl...are you really what people think you are? There are still so many unknown factors in this trial...)
Espella:
Ah!
Luke:
............
Maya:
It's Luke!
Luke:
I... ............ I'm sorry, Maya! What I did is unforgivable!
Maya:
............ What are you saying, Luke? All you did was testify about what you saw.
Luke:
But...but...I...should've trusted you!
Maya:
Well, you trust us now, right?
Luke:
Maya...
Espella:
Anyway, Luke, it was thanks to you that we discovered new information.
Luke:
Thanks to me?
Maya:
Sure! You got Cracker to testify. That was a great idea! I wish I could talk to animals! Don't you too, Espella?
Espella:
Oh, yes. I'd love to have a chat with Eve!
Maya:
So, Luke...will you teach us how to do it? Pretty please!
Luke:
Uhm, yeah, of course! I can try.
Maya:
Yay! That's a promise, right?
Luke:
...... Uhm, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Hmm? What is it, Luke?
Luke:
Do you mind if I join you from now on?
Phoenix:
Not at all, Luke.
Luke:
I realised during the trial... that in this strange town, even what you see with your own eyes may not be real. That's why...I'm not giving up yet! Professor...I know he'll return! We can't give up hope!
Maya:
You know, that's what I've been thinking too.
Luke:
Really?
Maya:
I have a feeling he'll reappear again when we get into trouble and help us out. Because, I mean...it's the professor we're talking about here!
Luke:
Right!
Maya:
And remember what he always says: Look forward to the future! Always look on the bright side!
Phoenix:
(Err...I don't think it was the professor who said that...)
Defender! Accused! The intermission's over. Return to the courtroom!
Maya:
...!
Espella:
...!
Luke:
...!
Phoenix:
Let's go. It's time to bring this trial to a close.
Luke:
Oh... I have something for you, Mr Wright! Here, please take it. Maybe it'll come in handy in the trial.
Phoenix:
A letter, huh? Let's see who it's from... Wait... "Newton Belduke"? (There are several sheets of parchment inside, but they're all blank...)
Luke:
The professor and I got this when we went to see the Storyteller!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Luke! The more info we have the better.
Luke:
You're welcome!
Blank Letter added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I've got no proof that it was Jean Greyerl who turned the professor into gold... Even if the magic gem is a fake, it's still not decisive evidence. I don't know what will happen next... But I do know this battle's far from over.)
Witches' Court
Judge:
We will now resume the trial of Maya Fey. First things first, the Occult Crime Analysts have finished examining the evidence... They have tested the two magic gems from the witch's sceptre.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
...!
Judge:
"Goldor floated on the surface of the water, whereas Famalia sank."
Espella:
It was said that genuine magic gems float in pure water, wasn't it?
Judge:
Thus, it has been established... that the Famalia magic gem is a fake! Order! Order! Order in court! This does not prove that Godoor was used, of course. Nonetheless... The defence's theory does now seem more plausible. The court considers it worth looking into. ...You have no objection to that, do you, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ No, Milord.
Talea Magica updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Now then, bring in the witness!
Barnham:
Witness, state your name and profession.
Greyerl:
My name is Jean Greyerl. I served the late Master Belduke... Since his death, I have been tending to his dwelling and putting his research materials in order.
Phoenix:
...? (Hmm, I don't know what it is, but... I feel like there's something a bit different about Greyerl today.)
Greyerl:
............
Judge:
Witness... There is something we need to clarify first of all. As you are no doubt aware, you have been accused of being a witch...
Barnham:
Therefore, it is vital that you tell us... Are you a boy or a girl?
Greyerl:
Please hold on.
Judge:
Why...what is it?
Greyerl:
Excuse my rudeness, Milord, but at this time... I do not intend to answer that question.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
Why do you refuse to answer, witness?
Greyerl:
I had been following this trial from the gallery and so am fully aware of the utterly absurd accusations made against me. Alchemy, the art pursued by Master Belduke, is concerned with the rules and logic that govern nature. As someone who had been helping Master Belduke for quite some time, I dare say your theory is both illogical and impossible.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witch's sceptre was thrown into the crime scene through a portal, created by the magical spell Godoor. That portal could only have been opened from your room. And what's more...one of the walls in your room is painted green!
Greyerl:
I believe anyone is free to paint their walls in whichever colour they please. Besides... your theory relies on one magic gem being a fake. While that may have been proven true, another question has arisen... where could the genuine magic gem be?
Phoenix:
...! It...it must have been swapped with the fake one and discarded somewhere...
Greyerl:
I'm afraid that's impossible.
Phoenix:
Why?
Greyerl:
If we assume, as you have claimed, that the witch used the spell Godoor... that would mean the magic gem must have been swapped after creating the portal. So tell me, when and where would the witch have disposed of the magic gem?
Barnham:
I see your point. Several people paid witness to the incident, and the Knights of the Inquisition arrived at the scene immediately after. During that time, no one left the building and the whole place was meticulously searched.
Greyerl:
Naturally, my room was searched as well. Although there was not much to see, as I have few personal belongings.
Barnham:
Despite our inspection, nothing resembling a magic gem was found. I assure you, we have not overlooked anything. I would swear to it on my honour as a knight.
Phoenix:
...!
Greyerl:
So, Mr Wright. If you wish to accuse me of being a witch... should you not first prove that there is a connection between me and this missing magic gem? Furthermore, I would appreciate it if you could please approach the matter in a rational way, like an alchemist.
Phoenix:
(The house was searched very soon after the crime... If the gem wasn't found, then it means Greyerl hid it somewhere. Somewhere the Knights of the Inquisition would not have looked. Where could it be?)
Judge:
The witness has made a valid argument. How will the defence respond?
Phoenix:
............ The knights who searched Sir Belduke's premises weren't looking for a magic gem. That's why...there is a certain place they didn't consider searching.
Barnham:
Interesting. You really don't give up easily, do you? In that case, perhaps you could tell us all where the magic gem is!
In Belduke's study
Phoenix:
It's...in Sir Belduke's study!
Barnham:
The study? You mean to suggest it's at the crime scene?
Judge:
Defence, show us the location of the magic gem. Where is the magic gem hidden?
Present anywhere
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...How about here?!
Barnham:
Barnham:
I told you before... Every nook and cranny of that room has been searched... I can assure you of that, as the head of the Knights of the Inquisition. Why don't you commit my confident words to your memory, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
Ark! (Okay, it's not Johnny Smiles we're talking about here. They actually did a good job...)
Espella:
Sir Barnham does look rather confident.
Luke:
He seems pretty certain that the search was done thoroughly!
Phoenix:
Yeah, you're right... (And yet the witch managed to hide the gem where she knew the knights wouldn't look. I think...I might just have an idea as to where that might be.)
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight, I see there's still a faint glimmer of hope in your eyes. Perhaps you can come up with a better answer next time.
Leads back to:
"In that case, perhaps you could tell us all where the magic gem is!"
In Greyerl's room
Phoenix:
It's...in Greyerl's room!
Greyerl:
...Did Inquisitor Barnham not say that my room was thoroughly searched?
Judge:
Well then, defence... Perhaps you would like to show us the location of the magic gem. Do you have a suggestion as to where it is hidden?
Present anywhere
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...How about here?!
Barnham:
Barnham:
I told you before... Every nook and cranny of that room has been searched... I can assure you of that, as the head of the Knights of the Inquisition. Why don't you commit my confident words to your memory, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
Ark! (Okay, it's not Johnny Smiles we're talking about here. They actually did a good job...)
Espella:
Sir Barnham does look rather confident.
Luke:
He seems pretty certain that the search was done thoroughly!
Phoenix:
Yeah, you're right... (And yet the witch managed to hide the gem where she knew the knights wouldn't look. I think...I might just have an idea as to where that might be.)
Barnham:
Sir Blue Knight, I see there's still a faint glimmer of hope in your eyes. Perhaps you can come up with a better answer next time.
Leads back to:
"In that case, perhaps you could tell us all where the magic gem is!"
In Greyerl's possession
Leads to:
"Sir Belduke's premises were thoroughly searched... I don't think anything would have been missed there."
Phoenix:
Sir Belduke's premises were thoroughly searched... I don't think anything would have been missed there. You anticipated that...and that's why you hid it in a blind spot that you knew wouldn't occur to the knights!
Barnham:
A blind spot, you say...? Well, where is it?
Phoenix:
It's...somewhere on Jean Greyerl's person!
Judge:
Wh-what?! It's on the witness?
Greyerl:
............
Barnham:
Don't tell me...the witness has it in their pocket. You're just guessing, aren't you? You think you can just say anything you like...
Greyerl:
By the way, I'm afraid there are no pockets in my clothing.
Phoenix:
(This is the second time I've seen Greyerl today... and both times, I've had a feeling that something wasn't quite right. Maybe it's just me...but it could be related to the whereabouts of the magic gem...)
Judge:
Defence, show us the location of the magic gem. Where do you think this witness hid the magic gem on the day of the crime?
Present cravat
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Witness..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It's hidden...somewhere around here!
Barnham:
Barnham:
There you go again... This is not leading anywhere. It's just another meaningless, wild guess. Did you even pause to think before pointing at that spot? Even my frivolous quip that it's in the witness' [sic] pocket was a better suggestion than yours!
Greyerl:
I would just like to remind you... that there are no pockets on my attire.
Phoenix:
Ughhhh! (I was wrong...dang it.)
Luke:
But...Mr Wright... Even if it's hidden somewhere on Greyerl's person... I think it'd be a bit difficult to pinpoint that location now!
Phoenix:
Yeah, it would. In normal circumstances, anyway.
Luke:
Huh?
Phoenix:
But it's not like we don't have anything to go on this time. (Greyerl's outfit has subtly changed since last time... It may be to do with the gem. That change...that must be the answer I'm looking for!)
Leads back to:
"Defence, show us the location of the magic gem."
Phoenix:
Witness... We met for the first time at Sir Belduke's premises. At that time, you had an amethyst attached to your collar.
Judge:
Oh, that's right. Mr Greyerl always wears that gemstone.
Greyerl:
Alchemists believe that amethysts emit positive energy.
Barnham:
Amethysts...are purple...
Phoenix:
But when I saw you in the waiting room this morning... The gemstone you were wearing was green, not purple.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
So my question now is...where has it gone? Where is that amethyst... that you supposedly "always" wear?
Barnham:
Barnham:
Wait...wait just a minute! The witness wears a purple gemstone?
Judge:
Is something amiss, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ When we arrived at the crime scene, the witness came out to meet us... I recall the witness wearing a gemstone... but that gemstone was green.
Judge:
Green? Amethysts aren't green. Although amateurs sometimes mistake prasiolite for amethyst. But that's irrelevant now...
Phoenix:
Witness. You've been trying to pin the blame on the defendant. In order to do that, you replaced the Godoor magic gem with a regular gemstone.
Greyerl:
............
Judge:
We thought the witch who killed Sir Belduke had used the spell Famalia. You knew that if a witch's sceptre with the Famalia and Goldor magic gems attached was discovered at the crime scene... the suspect would be accused of committing both crimes. And that's precisely what happened. The girl captured at the crime scene was accused of slaying both Sir Belduke and Sir Layton.
Phoenix:
That was your plan. You removed the Godoor magic stone from the sceptre and inserted your amethyst in its place. And then...you attached the Godoor gem to your collar!
Barnham:
That's why, when we saw you shortly after the incident, you were wearing a green gemstone. To think...that was in fact a magic gem!
Judge:
Order! Order! ...Witness, is that true?
Greyerl:
............ This amounts to nothing more than conjecture. I do not believe you have any solid proof. However... I have to concede that you have surmised a logical connection between me and the missing magic gem. Consequently...I am prepared to answer your questions.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
Good. I will repeat what I asked you previously. Witness. State your name, profession and finally, your gender.
Greyerl:
...My name is Jean Greyerl. I have been serving the late Master Belduke. As you can see, I wear a butler's outfit... but the truth is as the defence claims. I am...a girl.
Barnham:
A girl... Unbelievable...
Judge:
What?! The butler is a girl?! O-order! Order! Order in the court! Jean Greyerl... Are you declaring to this court that you are, in fact, female?
Greyerl:
Yes.
Judge:
B-but...everyone in town was under the impression that you are a boy...
Greyerl:
............
Eh, did you hear that? The butler's a girl! Doesn't that make him...er, her a maid?I knew there was something suspicious about him... I mean, her!You know why, right? Think about it. All that alchemy...that's mighty suspicious.
Greyerl:
...Just listen to them. Listen to the wild gossip and accusations. Alchemists pursue knowledge of the rules that govern nature. But to the townspeople...alchemy is no different to magic. Had they known I was a girl, they would have taken me for a witch. That's what Master Belduke was worried about. He told me it would be safer to pretend to be a boy.
Phoenix:
In other words... you disclose that you're a female, but deny that you're a witch?
Greyerl:
............ I would have thought that was obvious.
Phoenix:
(She knew that once her gender came into question, she wouldn't have been able to conceal it. That's why she made this public now. It was the most rational choice for her...)
Greyerl:
Inquisitor Barnham, may I ask you one question? Has all the evidence in this "Golden Gentleman" case already been presented?
Barnham:
Why do you ask?
Greyerl:
As it stands, you do not have a single piece of evidence proving that I am a witch. Given the lack of pertinent evidence against me, I would like to be permitted to return to my duties.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Hmph... What say you, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ It has been proven that the two gems were swapped. However, it may also have been possible for the accused to have done so.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Maya had no reason to swap the gems!
Barnham:
This is a place of judgement. There is no need for us to understand the reasons behind a criminal's actions.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Barnham:
After all, those whom we judge are other-worldly creatures...they are witches. It is impossible for a human being to understand the reasoning of a witch.
Phoenix:
...!
Espella:
Is there nothing we can do? At this rate, Maya will be...
Phoenix:
(Barnham still thinks Maya is a witch! We've made it this far...and yet, it feels like we're back at stage one.)
Greyerl:
It seems there are no more rational arguments against me. Now, if you will kindly excuse me...
Phoenix:
(I don't have much on Greyerl when it comes to the professor's case... But should I just let her go?)
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(She's so cool-headed and prepared for every question I ask. If I'm too persistent, it may only end up getting worse... I'd better wait a bit and see what happens.)
Espella:
B-but, Mr Wright! We won't have another chance! We need to act now!
Phoenix:
............ You're right! But I wish you'd tell me these things sooner.
Espella:
And I wish you'd realise them sooner...
Phoenix:
(I can't afford to back away now!) Ms Greyerl! Hold on just a moment!
Greyerl:
Oh, is there something else you need to ask me?
Leads to:
"Your testimony is not over yet. There's still something you need to tell us about."
Continue questioning
Phoenix:
Don't leave yet, Ms Greyerl!
Greyerl:
Is there something else you wish to ask me?
Phoenix:
Who cast the spell Goldor? We still haven't found the answer yet!
Greyerl:
I'm afraid I'm not the one to answer that. With all due respect, that's your job.
Barnham:
We have heard all we can from the witnesses. In the current circumstances, you cannot insist that this witness is a witch!
Judge:
That is the opinion of the court, too.
Phoenix:
N-no way!
Luke:
............ Mr Wright. I think...if the professor were with us now, he'd tell us... to view the problem from a different angle.
Phoenix:
From a different angle? Could you be a bit more...specific?
Luke:
............ I think the professor would say... "The one who knows the answer to that question better than anyone else...is you."
Phoenix:
(There's nothing else I can follow up on regarding the professor's case... What else can I do, though?) Well, Luke, thank you for sharing your mentor's words of wisdom with us. I'll figure something out... ...Ms Greyerl.
Leads to:
"Your testimony is not over yet. There's still something you need to tell us about."
Ask about another case
Phoenix:
(There's nothing else I can follow up on regarding the professor's case... So what can I do? There's only one other option...) Ms Greyerl! I have to ask you to remain at the witness stand.
Greyerl:
Is there something else you wish to ask me?
Leads to:
"Your testimony is not over yet. There's still something you need to tell us about."
Phoenix:
Your testimony is not over yet. There's still something you need to tell us about.
Greyerl:
...Mr Wright. I'm afraid I cannot help you. I have told you all I could about this incident.
Phoenix:
And I'm afraid you've got the wrong idea, Ms Greyerl.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
Your Honour. What this witness needs to testify about is not the professor's unfortunate incident... but rather, the incident from three months ago. Namely, Sir Belduke's death. As she was present in the building at the time, working as a live-in butler, she needs to testify about the events of that day!
Judge:
About Sir Belduke's death?!
Barnham:
............
Phoenix:
(The fact that one of the magic gems was swapped leads me to a single conclusion. Both crimes, the murder of Sir Belduke and the transmutation of the professor, were the work of the same witch. The truth behind the alchemist's death may also hold the answer to this case!)
Judge:
Hmph... What is your opinion on this, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ I'll allow you to have your way this time, Sir Blue Knight. The inquisition has no objections.
Greyerl:
Inquisitor Zacharias Barnham... It seems you have lost that unyielding attitude so admired by the townspeople. Here you are now, letting a novice defender lead you by the nose... It is hard to believe you have been known as the "Unwavering Sword of Justice", for your usually cool-headed judgement...
Barnham:
You know little about me, witness. Do you think I care about defending my name? It is this town that I wish to defend.
Greyerl:
............
Barnham:
Sir Belduke's murder is the only case to have remained unsolved for so long. Jean Greyerl, you shall now testify about it!
Judge:
As demanded by both the defence and inquisition... the witness will testify about Sir Belduke's death. Any questions?
Barnham:
No, Milord.
Judge:
I must, however, mention one more thing before we begin. If it cannot be proven that Jean Greyerl is a witch, as claimed by the defence... the court will irrevocably consider Maya Fey to be the witch responsible for both crimes. Is that understood?
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
You have no choice, Sir Blue Knight. If you don't want the trial to end right now, ready your sword and face the challenge that awaits.
Phoenix:
(But...the opponent is a real witch! It's a gamble that puts Maya's life at stake!)
Maya:
...Nick... ...Nick!
Phoenix:
(M-Maya!)
Maya:
No witch is gonna outwit you in court. You're an ace attorney, after all! So...let's do it!
Phoenix:
............ The defence accepts the conditions. Let's proceed with the trial.
Barnham:
Hmph...
Judge:
Inquisitor Barnham, you may begin.
Barnham:
We shall start with a brief summary of the incident. About three months ago, in the dead of night, Sir Belduke, the alchemist, was murdered. The crime took place in his study, just as with this incident. The room had been locked from the inside. The victim was found still seated in the chair at his desk, so we can assume he was attacked while working. There were very clear strangulation marks visible on his neck.
Judge:
Oh... There's something trickling down from his mouth. Is that blood?
Barnham:
Yes, most likely. The victim probably bit his tongue as he was struggling with his assailant.
Phoenix:
And you said earlier that some white powder was spilled all over the floor, correct?
Barnham:
Yes. Hence, we expected to find the killer's footprints. However, there were none. The killer must have somehow approached the victim without stepping on the floor. After murdering Sir Belduke, the killer left the room without opening the door.
Judge:
Undoubtedly, the crime must have been committed with the use of witchcraft.
Barnham:
The body was discovered the following morning by the butler...Ms Greyerl.
Phoenix:
(The body was found by Greyerl, huh...)
Judge:
Thank you, Inquisitor Barnham. The Court Illustrator's sketches will be added to the evidence.
Crime Scene Sketches added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Now, witness. Begin your testimony. Tell us about the events spanning the night of the crime, from the evening beforehand until you discovered the body.
Witness Testimony
- The Night of the Crime -
Greyerl:
At around 1 o'clock at night, I excused myself and left Master Belduke in his study.
When I called him for breakfast in the morning, he did not respond. The door to his study was locked.
A neighbour had come for a visit just then, so we forced the door open together.
All the potions and other concoctions from the study have been confiscated. I wonder if they're being properly stored...
Phoenix:
"Potions and concoctions" were confiscated?
Barnham:
The victim was an alchemist, after all. We were hoping the items confiscated from his study could provide some clues. Besides, such things must not fall into the wrong hands. It may not be standard practice, but it was deemed necessary. The confiscated goods are stored in our secret vault. The only person with access to them is the High Inquisitor, Lady Darklaw.
Greyerl:
It has caused me great difficulty, as I have not been able to put Master's research materials in order as a result.
Barnham:
The confiscated items shall be returned as soon as Sir Belduke's murder is resolved.
Greyerl:
............ I shall be looking forward to that.
Judge:
Defence, you may begin the interrogation!
Cross Examination
- The Night of the Crime -
Greyerl:
At around 1 o'clock at night, I excused myself and left Master Belduke in his study.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you last saw him alive at 1am, is that correct?
Greyerl:
...Yes. Master had a habit of conducting his experiments at night, so it was the usual time for me to finish my work.
Phoenix:
Weren't you helping him with those experiments?
Greyerl:
He would sometimes have some errands for me, but alchemists generally keep their experiments a secret. That's why I would always excuse myself at that time, unless Master had some other tasks for me.
Barnham:
And that night there was no more work for you?
Greyerl:
...That's correct. I wished Master a good night as I shut the door behind me and then heard him lock the key. There was nothing unusual about him. At least, nothing I noticed.
Greyerl:
When I called him for breakfast in the morning, he did not respond. The door to his study was locked.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And what time was that?
Greyerl:
Master would always take his breakfast at 9am, so it was around that time.
Barnham:
So you didn't have the key to Sir Belduke's study...is that correct?
Greyerl:
Yes. There is only one key to that room and Master always kept it with him. Master's research was a...very delicate matter, you see. We had to take strict measures to prevent outsiders from entering that room. Occasionally, delinquents would try to make off with one or other of Master's medicaments.
Phoenix:
(Thieves stealing from an alchemist? I can't tell if that's incredibly brave or incredibly stupid... Probably the latter.)
Greyerl:
That's why the door to that room is made from thick oak wood. I wouldn't have been able to force the door open on my own.
Phoenix:
(She couldn't have entered the room before that, then...)
Greyerl:
A neighbour had come for a visit just then, so we forced the door open together.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Wait, you mean you broke the door?
Barnham:
The only key to that room was in Sir Belduke's pocket. The only way to enter the study was to break the door open.
Phoenix:
And you managed that with the help of a neighbour who came to visit?
Greyerl:
Yes. It wasn't a social visit, mind. He came as a patient.
Phoenix:
A patient? Can you tell me more about him?
Barnham:
Barnham:
The victim's neighbour is irrelevant. He has nothing to do with this case!
Phoenix:
Ugh, I think you're pushing it this time... A witness is hardly irrelevant!
Barnham:
Grrrr...ngh.
Phoenix:
(What's got him so shaken? He looks as if he just had a rush of blood to the head.)
Greyerl:
Master Belduke had been making very potent medicines, among other things. We would get people coming from the town at all hours of the day or night asking for them. And yet, in return for all the help Master offered, people would gossip about him dabbling in witchcraft...
Phoenix:
Err... So you broke the door together with a neighbour?
Greyerl:
Yes. When I explained the situation to him, he brought over an axe. Then he proceeded to attack the door with great force, smashing it into splinters.
Phoenix:
...I see. By the way, about that neighbour... Who was th-
???:
???:
It's time for Emeer's grand entrance! Did you miss me, guys?
Judge:
Order! Order! Could it be that it was you who...
???:
Where're you lookin', old man? I'm right here! And as for who I am... I'm the alchemist's neighbour... and a witness in that case, too!
Birdly:
♪Passion for justice seething within, Emeer is always at the crime scene!♪
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It's...ugh... It's you...again! Uhhh...you're the guy from earlier, right?
Emeer:
Yep, that's me! Emeer's the name! How've ya been, Bluey?
Phoenix:
Are you really the alchemist's neighbour? ...Seriously?
Emeer:
I know, right?! Freaky coincidence, eh? But yeah, his house's next to mine. *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Birdly:
♪Ridiculed earlier, Emeer returns! Drinking like a king, he never, ever learns!♪
Barnham:
...That's why I tried to stop you from asking about the neighbour!
Emeer:
Huh?! Why so cold, Inquisitor Barnham?
Birdly:
♪Unable to hold his steady, cold gaze, Emeer drinks fast, as if in a daze♪
Phoenix:
And...the musician standing next to you...
Emeer:
Ah, yeah. Tha's me private BARD, Birdly. A right music'l GENIUS.
Cracker:
Hold on! Hold on! Oh dearie, dearie me...
Phoenix:
(Oh dearie ME...)
Judge:
Well, no use shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted. Let us move on. Witness, since you're already here, you may as well add your testimony. Testify about what you witnessed on the morning after the crime!
Emeer:
You can count on me!
Adds statement "It dawned on me then! The witch cast Famalia, just like in this case!"
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This neighbour you mention...does he come by often?
Greyerl:
Well, yes, he does. Once every two days, at least.
Phoenix:
Really? Mr Emeer...do you suffer from a serious illness?
Emeer:
Uhh, yeah, kinda. In a manner of speaking... I can't believe I'm still alive, to be honest with ya. I'm always drowsy, always hungry. An' to top it off, nasty murders keep on occurrin' wherever I go...
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
I'm sick and tired of listening to your babbling, so cut it right there.
Greyerl:
If I may express my personal opinion... I believe Mr Emeer has a truly remarkable ability to come up with different illnesses every day.
Birdly:
♪Emeer comes often for his medication. Be it inflammation, irritation or radiation, It is certainly not a fabrication♪
Emeer:
Tha' day I thought I could use some delicious POTION, so I went t'see th' alchemist!
Phoenix:
Delicious potion? Ugh...
Emeer:
An' when I got there, I saw th' butler was 'n a bit of a pickle. Th' study was locked, y'see.
Barnham:
Then you went to get an axe and broke the door?
Emeer:
That's right! Always wanted t'SMASH somethin' with-'n-axe! I get them kinda urges to destroy stuff, y'see.
Phoenix:
Now that sounds like something you should get treatment for...
Emeer:
It dawned on me then! The witch cast Famalia, just like in this case!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Can you tell me what caused that sudden realisation?
Emeer:
Sure thing! When the inquisitors came round, I went to have a little peek at the crime scene. That's when I heard 'em talkin' about it. I was surprised, 'cause they must've come to the same conclusion as me. Crikey, they can do their job, them inquisitors, I thought. It had to be Famalia!
Phoenix:
(So he was eavesdropping...)
Emeer:
If I 'appen to see that Famalia user, I'll arrest 'em meself! *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Barnham:
Witness! You are testifying in court! Can you not restrain yourself a bit?!
Emeer:
Whazzat?! Don'cha see I gotta have this t'keep me spirits UP? It's th' most POTENT med'cine! *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Birdly:
♪'Tis a drink Emeer lives to savour, With an intoxicating scent and flavour♪
Phoenix:
(Anyway... This is a waste of time... I should be looking for decisive contradictions.)
Judge:
Witnesses, continue your testimonies.
Present Talea Magica
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There's something you don't seem to understand here, Mr Emeer."
Greyerl:
All the potions and other concoctions from the study have been confiscated. I wonder if they're being properly stored...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Those items were confiscated three months ago... You still haven't got them back?
Greyerl:
No. Not a single thing. Even though many of those were personal items with no relevance to the crime.
Phoenix:
(Now that I think about it, that room did look pretty empty.)
Barnham:
As I said... the victim was an alchemist and among his possessions were some very dangerous concoctions. But he did produce medicines to aid sick townspeople as well, to give him his due.
Greyerl:
Indeed. Alchemy is highly beneficial to the townspeople, even if they fail to notice it.
Barnham:
It may be beneficial, but it also inspires fear. People fear what they do not understand. At any rate, I cannot return the items to you until Sir Belduke's case is solved. That is what High Inquisitor Darklaw has decided.
Phoenix:
And the confiscated goods are being kept in a secret vault by the Knights of the Inquisition?
Barnham:
Even the inquisitors cannot freely enter that vault. It is strictly supervised.
Greyerl:
............
Before pressing third statement
Phoenix:
(That was a pretty short testimony...)
Espella:
What do you make of it, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Well, we're talking about an incident that happened three months ago. We've got to get a bit more information first.
Espella:
Miss Greyerl had plenty of respect for Sir Belduke, you know... I can't believe she would have killed him. I'm sure you'll find the truth... It's what you always do!
After pressing third statement
Phoenix:
(That's all they have to say, huh. I really didn't expect him to appear...but maybe I should be used to it by now.)
Espella:
Excuse me, Mr Wright... Sorry to interrupt your train of thought...
Phoenix:
Hm? Oh, that's okay. What is it?
Espella:
I'm wondering if it's just me...but...I've been thinking about Mr Emeer's testimony... I think what he said... is a little strange, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Um, yeah. How can I put it...? It's pretty obviously contradictory.
Luke:
He was so keen to testify, maybe we should give him some attention and point those contradictions out!
Espella:
What a good idea, Luke!
Phoenix:
There's something you don't seem to understand here, Mr Emeer. The Famalia gem in this witch's sceptre is a fake. The gem is useless.
Barnham:
Just like this buffoon's testimony.
Emeer:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Therefore, your testimony doesn't hold water.
Barnham:
Just like anything else he says. Pssh.
Emeer:
Wha... What?!
Birdly:
♪Ignored and scorned, without credibility, Will majestic Emeer now show humility?♪
Emeer:
............ Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! A faaaaaaaaaake?
Barnham:
You should have listened to the trial more carefully!
Judge:
Now that has been dealt with... Inquisitor Barnham. This witch's sceptre was not discovered at the crime scene when Sir Belduke was murdered, is that correct?
Barnham:
Indeed. We deduced that Famalia must have been used, however.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But, that Famalia magic gem was a fake. That much has been demonstrated today! What's more, as we've learned from Cracker the parrot's testimony... the witch used the spell Godoor! The fact that there's a green wall at the crime scene corroborates that!
Barnham:
Barnham:
That wall may well not have been painted green three months ago! And besides...no one could have passed through a portal so small!
Judge:
Hmph... To be honest, I've started wondering. Were Sir Layton's and Sir Belduke's murders... actually committed by the same witch?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honour, I'd like to remind you that was the inquisition's claim!
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
(He's right, though... It's got to be the same culprit in both cases!) And...at the very least... it's possible that the witch used the spell Godoor to commit Sir Belduke's murder.
Barnham:
Wh-what!
Judge:
In that case, I will ask the defence to show us proof. Do you have proof that the witch could have used Godoor to kill Sir Belduke?
Present Crime Scene Sketches
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I'd like you to take a look at these."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Barnham:
This evidence...is meaningless.
Emeer:
Just like yer very existence, ya could say!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Barnham:
You're all talk. Your assertion is worthless.
Emeer:
Just like me very existence...ya could say?
Phoenix:
Wh-what?
Birdly:
♪"Here's proof", said Sir Knight in Blue, But his argument's been proven untrue!♪
Emeer:
Bein' publicly ridiculed an' treated like dirt... Now you know how it feels too, eh?
Phoenix:
Arghhh! (The culprit conjured up a small magic portal in that room... and made use of it to carry out the crime. I'm sure it was possible...and there's evidence that makes it blatantly obvious!)
Espella:
Mr Wright, let's think again about the circumstances at the crime scene and then give it another go!
Leads back to:
"In that case, I will ask the defence to show us proof."
Phoenix:
I'd like you to take a look at these.
Judge:
Aren't those... the Court Illustrator's sketches?
Phoenix:
As you can see from this sketch, the victim was seated at his desk when he was murdered. And what can you see right behind the victim?
Barnham:
...A small landscape painting...
Phoenix:
Thank you, Inquisitor. But there's one more point of note... Look closely at the painting. Do you notice...anything behind it?
Judge:
Oh...oh! I see it! The wall behind it had already been painted green! Which means the witch could have used the portal spell there three months ago!
Barnham:
Barnham:
One moment, Milord! Consider how small that portal would've been! Could a witch have passed through it? I think not!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Of course, the witch would not be able to go right through it. However... if you look at the distance between the portal and the victim, you'll notice... that the victim, Sir Belduke, was sitting just an arm's length from where the portal would have been!
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
The witch did not have to enter the room at all! All she had to do was reach through with her arms in order to strangle Sir Belduke, who was sitting right under the painting!
Judge:
Order! Inquisitor Barnham, what say you to that?
Barnham:
A fascinating theory, Sir Blue Knight. But there is a notable contradiction within it.
Phoenix:
Where would that be?
Barnham:
Tell me, why do you think we concluded that Famalia had to have been used? We had a certain reason for it, of course.
Judge:
And...what was that reason, exactly?
Barnham:
The crime scene had been tampered with.
Phoenix:
How so?
Barnham:
Imagine the circumstances of Sir Belduke's death, and it should become obvious, even to you. The victim was choked to death. And yet there were no signs of a struggle. Highly improbable, don't you think?
Phoenix:
What are you getting at?
Barnham:
Think about it. Can you imagine anyone just sitting back and letting themselves be strangled? Clearly there should be evidence of a struggle! And since we haven't found any, that must mean the killer erased all traces of a fight from the crime scene.
Judge:
I-indeed! That would be the logical conclusion!
Barnham:
Now, surely it would be impossible to do any such thing, had the witch only reached inside through a portal. In order to cover up the evidence she left behind, the witch had to have used a familiar. Without doing so, there would have been no point in her using the spell Godoor!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl could have done it... She might have been able to tamper with the crime scene.
Barnham:
What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
The morning of the crime... from the time Ms Greyerl and that guy entered the study... until the arrival of the Knights of the Inquisition... There was a window of time in which she had the opportunity to do so. We need to look into what happened in that window!
Judge:
It seems we may be in need of another testimony. Witnesses, testify about what happened in the time between the body being found and the Knights of the Inquisition arriving.
Emeer:
Sure thing! Ask me aaanything! I'll tell ya all ya need to know!
Birdly:
♪Oh, glorious Emeer! Tell us more! Maybe you won't be laughed at as before!♪
Phoenix:
(Only two people accessed the crime scene in that time. Greyerl and Emeer. Believe it or not, Emeer is the key witness in this case!)
Witness Testimony
- After Discovering the Body -
Emeer:
I broke down th' door an' saw th' alchemist slumped in 'is chair. Gave me a JOLT!
Th' butler hurried t'call th' Knights of th' Inquisition... He never entered th' study.
Whaddid I do then... Ah, yeah! I was asked t'keep an EYE on things, so I wen' in t'have a bit of a look at everythin'...
All that made me pretty drowsy, so I wen' an' took-a-little NAP on th' couch.
Phoenix:
Wait, what? Mr Emeer... You said the butler didn't enter the crime scene?
Emeer:
Yup. He never set foot in there! The moment he saw Belduke, he told me to stand guard till the Knights of the Inquisition arrived. And then, off he went... "What a resourceful apprentice that alchemist has," I thought to meself.
Barnham:
I almost feel sorry for you, Sir Blue Knight. After all, your suspect couldn't have tampered with the crime scene.
Phoenix:
............ (That...can't be true!)
Judge:
Defence, please proceed with the interrogation!
Phoenix:
...Yes, Your Honour!
Cross Examination
- After Discovering the Body -
Emeer:
I broke down th' door an' saw th' alchemist slumped in 'is chair. Gave me a JOLT!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Before you smashed the door... did you check that it was really locked?
Emeer:
'Course I did! We tried to get it open without resorting to brute force, but it wouldn't budge. So I went to fetch me lovely li'l axe.
Birdly:
♪His wooden enemy stood tall and still, Yet Emeer sprang forth - it was overkill!♪
Greyerl:
Heh... Did you think I lied about the door being locked?
Phoenix:
No, no, of course not. (Boy, she's so sharp she might cut herself. Or me...most likely me.)
Emeer:
So then I went inside. The alchemist was slumped in his chair.
Barnham:
While we're at it, allow me to confirm something. When you entered the room... did the victim look the way he does in this sketch?
Emeer:
Yep, that's it! Spot on! Nicely drawn, too! Y'know, at first I didn't know if he was really dead. He looked like he just passed out or somethin', tired from his research. That apprentice of his is real good. To be able to tell at a single glance that the alchemist was done for!
Question Jean Greyerl
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl... May I ask you something?
Greyerl:
Yes, what is it?
Phoenix:
What do you think about Mr Emeer's testimony?
Greyerl:
There's nothing amiss. However, Mr Wright... I can tell what you are thinking.
Phoenix:
You...can? Well, let's see if you're right.
Greyerl:
When he entered the room, Mr Emeer didn't notice that Master Belduke was dead. On the other hand, I ran straight away to call the Knights of the Inquisition. And so... you suspect that I knew beforehand that Master was dead. That's what you're thinking. Your face is like an open book.
Phoenix:
............ But, isn't that what actually happened?
Greyerl:
No. I knew something was wrong because Master had very fine manners and would never sleep in his chair. When I saw him like that, I was struck with a very bad realisation. I felt certain that something terrible had happened.
Judge:
Hmph. I have heard about you... The word is that you're very collected and perceptive. It would seem to be the case.
Phoenix:
(It would be more appropriate to call her calculating.)
Greyerl:
............
Emeer:
Somehow I feel like you're not payin' me enough attention here.
Barnham:
That matters not, witness. Let us proceed with the cross-examination.
Emeer:
Matters not, eh? No need to be so rude about it...
Leads back to cross-examination
Emeer:
Th' butler hurried t'call th' Knights of th' Inquisition... He never entered th' study.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you sure the butler didn't enter the crime scene?
Emeer:
Yeah! Like I said, he didn't set foot in that room. I went in and sorta didn't know what to do, but the butler sussed out the situation in the blink of an eye. He told me to stand guard...an' then he ran out.
Phoenix:
She went to call the Knights of the Inquisition, is that correct?
Greyerl:
That's correct. I went to the nearby garrison.
Barnham:
We have the records of when the crime was reported. They match the witness' [sic] testimony.
Greyerl:
I returned to Master Belduke's house with two knights. They began an investigation immediately, taking away Master's research materials and concoctions... In the end, I wasn't able to enter that room that day.
Barnham:
There can be no doubt about it. As he...she is the alchemist's apprentice, she was under close observation following the incident.
Greyerl:
I wasn't aware of that.
Phoenix:
(So, in the end... she didn't have access to the crime scene at all on that day, huh.) By the way, what were you doing at that time?
Emeer:
Huh? Wha? Me?
Emeer:
Whaddid I do then... Ah, yeah! I was asked t'keep an EYE on things, so I wen' in t'have a bit of a look at everythin'...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What were you having a look at?
Emeer:
Ah, well, I was asked to take care of the crime scene, wasn't I? So I had to, like, make sure everythin' was in order. I mean, y'know... It's not like I went wild with excitement after bein' left in a real alchemist's room, full of mysterious stuff!
Phoenix:
(I'm sure you didn't, Mr Sticky Fingers...)
Emeer:
Uhm, an' besides...
Phoenix:
Besides...?
Emeer:
She asked me to look for somethin', so I was doin' that too. Can't refuse a request from a lady, amiright?
Question Jean Greyerl
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl... You look lost in thought.
Greyerl:
............ Oh...were you talking to me?
Phoenix:
(Even she can be caught off guard...if I choose the right moment.) You have been listening to Mr Emeer's testimony, haven't you?
Greyerl:
Yes. I have.
Phoenix:
He was asked to look for something. It was you who asked him, I assume. What did you tell him to look for?
Greyerl:
............ I think you're mistaken. I don't remember making any request of that sort.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Emeer:
Oi, Bluey! Were you even listening to what I said? It was a lady that asked me. The butler is a guy, you numbskull! Hey...what's up? Why's everyone lookin' at me like that?
Phoenix:
Quite a while ago, we learned... that the butler, Jean Greyerl, is actually female.
Emeer:
Wha...
Phoenix:
That's why, when you said a lady asked you to search for something, we assumed it was Ms Greyerl.
Emeer:
Wha... Wha...
Birdly:
♪Daydreaming, listening, but not hearing. That look of shock is almost endearing♪
Emeer:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat the?! Why didn't anyone tell me before! [sic]
Barnham:
Do you require a personal notification? You should have been listening to the trial!
Judge:
Knights of the Court, squabbling with a witness is most unseemly. What I would like to know now is this: who was the lady that made the request of Emeer?
Emeer:
Uhm... Oh, yeah. That was, actually, Miss...
???:
Siiiiiiiirrr!
???* (Lettie Mailer):
I think, uhm...he's absolutely certainly talking about me!
Judge:
Oh...and you are...?
Mailer:
Oh, I'm Lettie. Hang on a minute, I'll get down there post-haste!
Judge:
But...Miss Lettie, who are you, precisely?
Mailer:
Me? Who am I? I'm Lettie Mailer. I'm the courier.
Phoenix:
(The courier?)
Espella:
A courier is a person who collects and delivers letters. Or packages.
Phoenix:
I know... Thanks anyway, Espella. (I wish she'd stop misreading my mind...)
Barnham:
Hold on, Ms Mailer. Do you mean it was you who irresponsibly made such a request to that troublemaker?
Mailer:
Me? Maybe. Yes. I guess so. I asked him to help me find something.
Barnham:
Outrageous! Why was I not informed of this?!
Mailer:
Hmm. I guess no one told you...maybe because you didn't ask?
Barnham:
Grrrrrrr... Nghhhh...
Judge:
It seems we will need to ask you to testify, Miss Mailer. Explain to us how you were involved in this case.
Mailer:
Frankly, I wouldn't say I was "involved" in anything. Hmm...now I'm in a tight spot. I bet it's because that guy said something weird about me.
Emeer:
Har har har har har! Ease up on me, lady. Like the saying goes... "If I'm goin' down, I'm takin' you with me". Beats bein' in a pickle all on yer own, eh? *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Judge:
Now then, Miss Lettie Mailer... Testify about that day.
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr!
Phoenix:
............ (That voice could make windows shatter.)
Adds statement "Sir Belduke said he'd have a letter to send. So I came by to pick it up."
Birdly:
♪Emeer's lesser-known gentlemanly side Had me surprised, if I may so confide!♪
Phoenix:
(Greyerl asked him to look for something?)
Barnham:
What's that? This is news to me. What were you asked to look for? Enlighten us, witness!
Emeer:
What was it, now... Hmm... Y'know, I can't remember.
Phoenix:
(Well, maybe if you didn't drink so much...)
Emeer:
Does it matter? In the end, whatever it was, I never found it. I remember that.
Press (after adding fifth statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So in the end, it was Ms Mailer who asked you to do that?
Emeer:
Yep! Who else? I never had the faintest idea that butler was a girl, y'see.
Greyerl:
I apologise for having kept it secret until now.
Emeer:
Oh, no, no! Don't you worry about it, sweetheart. I'm very, uhm, understandin'. But, how to put it... Now that I know... It changes everythin', eh? It's a tad embarrasin' to think I treated ya like a chap. From now on...I'll show ya me gentler side!
Greyerl:
Oh, I assure you, there's no need to treat me any differently now. I'm still the same person, after all.
Birdly:
♪Oh Emeer, you think the girl's sweet, But I fear this candy will rot your teeth♪
Phoenix:
(Oh brother...)
Emeer:
Well, anyway... If you wanna know what I was lookin' for, ya'd better ask the courier herself! At any rate, I didn't find it in the end... whatever it was.
Emeer:
All that made me pretty drowsy, so I wen' an' took-a-little NAP on th' couch.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You...took a nap? In a room where a man had been murdered...with the body still in there?
Emeer:
Why so surprised, Bluey? It was 9am... I'm usually still half asleep at that hour. I s'pose maybe all the merrymaking the night before added to that as well...
Birdly:
♪An infamous celebrity known to all inns, Emeer makes merry like a young prince♪
Emeer:
So yeah, I was kinda overcome with drowsiness. There was nothing else I could do but go to sleep, right?
Barnham:
When the butler returned, accompanied by the two knights... he was supposedly sleeping noisily on the victim's couch.
Phoenix:
You mean, he was snoring?
Barnham:
Apparently, he was grinding his teeth.
Phoenix:
(Urgh... I shouldn't have asked...)
Luke:
But then, anyone could've tampered with the crime scene when Mr Emeer was asleep, right?
Phoenix:
...! Good catch, Luke.
Emeer:
Anyway, I'd barely caught a wink of sleep when those knights arrived... And me teeth-grindin' has sort of a paralysin' effect on people, so I've been told. So even if someone had come in, I don't think they'd've been able to do much.
Phoenix:
...Right.
Mailer:
Sir Belduke said he'd have a letter to send. So I came by to pick it up.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You mean you came to pick up a letter from Sir Belduke?
Mailer:
Yes! I was told. By Sir Belduke. That it'd be ready in the morning. What's more, he said it was extremely important. I felt a sense of duty surging within me!
Question Jean Greyerl
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl, I have a question.
Greyerl:
Yes, what is it?
Phoenix:
Did anything catch your attention during Ms Mailer's statement?
Greyerl:
Nothing in particular. And at any rate, to begin with...I was not aware of the fact that the courier visited us that day.
Mailer:
Ah! That's right. You weren't there when I arrived. And once I found the letter, I left immediately.
Barnham:
Did you know about this letter, witness?
Greyerl:
............ I would never pry into Master's personal matters, such as his correspondence.
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
Well, that should conclude the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Barnham:
And so, you visited Sir Belduke's dwelling... the morning after he was murdered.
Mailer:
I got a start when I arrived! The door was smashed in, and that man was walking around with an axe, rummaging about. As for Sir Belduke, he was slumped in his chair, and the butler was nowhere to be found. "That brute's gone too far," I thought to myself! You can see why, right?
Phoenix:
Of course.
Barnham:
Naturally.
Judge:
In your place, I'd have thought so myself!
Emeer:
That's mean...
Mailer:
Anyway, I spoke with him and he told me what happened. So that's when I asked him to help me.
Phoenix:
You asked him to look for something?
Mailer:
Yes! The letter. I asked him to search for the letter. But in the end, the guy passed out on the couch. I found the letter myself. Then I delivered it.
Phoenix:
You actually delivered the letter? (That's commitment, all right...)
Barnham:
About that letter... Who, in the name of the Noble Author, was it addressed to?
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr! I can't tell you that. Sorry. Couriers can't disclose that sort of info.
Judge:
Couriers have a confidentiality obligation. No one wants to have the addressees of their letters made public, after all.
Barnham:
I have personally never sent a letter that I would need to keep secret from the public.
Judge:
............ D-don't look at me like that! I was talking about public opinion on the matter, not my own!
Phoenix:
(Belduke was about to send an important letter when he was killed... That letter... Hmm... It kind of rings a bell.)
Nope, no idea
Phoenix:
............ (Nah, I'm reading too much into it. If I show them a random piece of evidence, they're likely to slice me and dice me.)
Espella:
Is something wrong? You've been strangely quiet, Mr Wright.
Luke:
If there's something you want to say, I think you ought to just say it. If a trial is anything like a puzzle, sometimes the best thing is to give it a go first and see what happens!
Phoenix:
(Now a kid's lecturing me on how to be a good attorney. Ugh...)
Barnham:
Well, that should conclude the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Present evidence
Phoenix:
(It's just a hunch...and it might not have anything to do with this case, but I need to make sure... I need to know more about Belduke's letter.) Witness...
Mailer:
Huh? Me? What's up?
Phoenix:
The letter Sir Belduke asked you to deliver on that day... Was it...
Present Blank Letter
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The letter you found that morning..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
N-no, it's nothing.
Mailer:
Huh? But. Just now. You sounded quite determined for a second there!
Phoenix:
Just...forget about it, please.
Barnham:
Barnham:
It takes considerable determination to point the sword of justice at a person. Should you miss and stumble...your enemy will bury his sword into your back!
Phoenix:
(Ughh...I felt a cold chill run down my spine just now...)
Barnham:
Well, that should conclude the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Blank Letter
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The letter you found that morning..."
Before adding fifth statement
Phoenix:
(Greyerl didn't set foot in the study...)
Espella:
But then, that would mean... it wasn't feasible for her to have tampered with the evidence at the crime scene.
Luke:
If that's the case, I guess we'd better look at other possibilities...right, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Yeah... Unfortunately it all hinges on Emeer's testimony... (But who knows what that guy might say next? I'd better treat him with extra care... Cross-examining him is like walking through a field of landmines... He just might be more dangerous than Barnham!)
Espella:
Let's gently press him into giving us some more information!
Phoenix:
(I'll be as gentle as a lamb to make sure I don't get his goat.)
After adding fifth statement
Phoenix:
(So now we know there was a third witness.)
Espella:
But Miss Mailer only came to pick up a letter. Hmm. That doesn't help us much, does it?
Luke:
Well...perhaps there's more to it than meets the eye.
Phoenix:
A letter, huh? (Belduke was about to send a letter to someone before he was killed... It may not be relevant to this case, but something about that is bothering me. Maybe it's worth asking Lettie about it.)
Phoenix:
The letter you found that morning... Was it, by any chance, this one here?
Mailer:
Ah! Yes! That's the one! But wait! How did you get it? You're a piece of work all right!
Barnham:
Barnham:
Hold it! Sir Blue Knight. How did you come by that letter?
Phoenix:
It just sort of...fell into my lap, so to speak. (It was the professor who found it, but he doesn't need to know that...)
Judge:
Defender! Just what in the world...are the contents of that letter?
Phoenix:
Well... The letter's blank.
Judge:
What?
Barnham:
All this fuss over a blank letter?
Phoenix:
As you can see, there are some sheets of parchment inside the envelope.
Judge:
Indeed...and there's not a trace of ink on them! What is the meaning of this?
Barnham:
Don't forget that Sir Belduke was an alchemist. He may have used some kind of invisible ink to write that letter.
Judge:
Hmph... Indeed. That would make sense.
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr! About that. It doesn't make sense to me.
Barnham:
Wh-what...?
Phoenix:
Ms Mailer?
Mailer:
The thing is... when I saw that letter, all the pages were full of writing. So, you know.
Barnham:
Barnham:
Hold it, witness. You...saw the contents of Sir Belduke's letter?
Mailer:
Uhm, I didn't read it. It's just that, you see...
Judge:
Witness, this is an important matter. You will need to testify about it. Tell us what you know about this letter!
Witness Testimony
- Sir Belduke's Letter -
Mailer:
That night... Probably about 1am. I made a delivery to Sir Belduke.
He was writing a letter at the time. "It'll be ready soon, so come pick it up tomorrow morning." That's what he said.
I left his study and wished the butler a good night. Then I went home.
I went there again the next morning, as promised. Sir Belduke was... Well anyway, I looked for the letter.
Then that guy went out like a light on the couch. I got a little scared. So I left as soon as I found the letter.
Judge:
Hmph... I see, I see. So you witnessed the victim write the letter?
Mailer:
Uhm... I wouldn't say "witnessed". That sounds so legal. The sheets of parchment were on his desk, though. I saw that. And they were covered in writing, margin to margin.
Barnham:
But...you don't know what the letter was about?
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr! Telling you would be a breach of our privacy policy! I can't reveal its contents. Or who it was addressed to!
Judge:
Oh, of course. I understand.
Mailer:
Frankly, I didn't get close enough. To Sir Belduke's desk, I mean. So I couldn't make out what he was writing.
Judge:
In any case, where did you find the letter the morning after the victim was found dead?
Mailer:
Uhm... On a shelf. Next to his desk. In a small letterbox. Ah, yes! Right there. Next to his head. I was a teeny little bit scared, though. Coming so close to a dead man.
Phoenix:
(So that's where she took the letter from... It was right next to the corpse, huh.)
Judge:
Now that the circumstances are clear, we shall proceed to the cross-examination!
Cross Examination
- Sir Belduke's Letter -
Mailer:
That night... Probably about 1am. I made a delivery to Sir Belduke.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's pretty late to be making a delivery.
Mailer:
Look, he's an alchemist. He gets loads of strange packages. That's why. He'd often order various implements from the glass craftsman. Or have someone gather wild herbs for him. He usually carried out his experiments at night. So, yeah. He often needed items delivered in the middle of the night.
Phoenix:
Did Sir Belduke seem at all different than normal when you saw him that night?
Mailer:
Different? Let me think. Actually, yes.
Phoenix:
...!
Mailer:
I think...it was about three days before. Before Sir Belduke's death, I mean. That lightning strike...
Question Jean Greyerl
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Greyerl.
Greyerl:
Oh... What... What is it?
Phoenix:
Did anything in Ms Mailer's statement catch your attention?
Greyerl:
............ Well...just the lightning strike. Master Belduke did certainly change following that event. I wonder why it affected him so much...
Phoenix:
(An alchemist and the sudden appearance of an old bell tower... Could there be some sort of a connection between them?)
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
(Anyway, it looks like Greyerl is as much in the dark about this as I am.)
Barnham:
By the way... that strange lightning strike was not the result of witchcraft.
Judge:
Hmph. I see. Well then, let us carry on.
Leads back to cross-examination
Barnham:
Lightning strike? Ah, yes.
The sky was clear, and then there was a sudden flash of lightning. Out of nowhere, an old bell tower appeared, in flames.
Judge:
Ah, yes. That certainly was an unusual event.
Phoenix:
(They all seem so calm about it. A tower suddenly materialising in the town is more than just an "unusual event", right...?)
Mailer:
I had a delivery for Sir Belduke that evening, too. He looked terrified that night. As if he was scared of something.
Phoenix:
What could he have been afraid of? (Was it because of the lightning strike?)
Mailer:
I was wondering about it too... But, well. Then that incident happened.
Phoenix:
(I guess he died before she could find out any more...)
Barnham:
I suggest we get back to discussing the night of the crime. Witness, you arrived at Sir Belduke's residence. What happened then?
Mailer:
He was writing a letter at the time. "It'll be ready soon, so come pick it up tomorrow morning." That's what he said.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You saw the letter he was writing?
Mailer:
Uhm. I told you before. There were sheets of parchment with writing on them on his desk. I had a very quick look. There were so many sheets. The letter must've been very long.
Barnham:
Then how can you explain the letter being blank now?
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr! That's just it. That's what I'd like to know as well!
Phoenix:
(I wish I had some ear plugs...)
Mailer:
Sir Belduke... He was holding a pen when I arrived with the delivery. Se he was in the middle of writing. And also...he told me to pick up the letter next morning.
Barnham:
And then you left his study.
Mailer:
I left his study and wished the butler a good night. Then I went home.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
W-wait a minute! When you say the butler, you mean...
Mailer:
Mr...um, Miss Greyerl, of course. She was in the corridor, carrying a tray. You know... Actually, I quite liked the butler. Is it really true she's a girl? It's a bit...disappointing. To me, at least.
Question Jean Greyerl
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl... I'd like to ask you something.
Greyerl:
Oh... Certainly. What is it?
Phoenix:
You stated previously... that you excused yourself and left Sir Belduke's study shortly after 1am.
Greyerl:
Yes, that is correct.
Phoenix:
However, according to Ms Mailer's testimony... the two of you came across each other while you were waiting outside that room.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
Why didn't you mention that until now?
Greyerl:
That... That's because... ............ I apologise. I'm afraid I completely forgot to mention it.
Barnham:
You forgot?
Greyerl:
Miss Mailer very often comes with deliveries during the night. I did see her that night as well. But I didn't think much of it, as it's nothing unusual. I had no reason to hide that from you. Please forgive me for the confusion.
Barnham:
............
Judge:
Hmph. Well, that kind of thing can happen. Human memory is in no way perfect. I don't imagine there's a problem here, is there?
Phoenix:
...On the contrary, Your Honour. There's one more thing Ms Greyerl forgot to mention.
Greyerl:
...!
Judge:
Wh-what is it?
Phoenix:
I'd like you to recall what Ms Mailer said about having met Ms Greyerl that night.
Mailer:
Mr...um, Miss Greyerl, of course. She was in the corridor, carrying a tray.
Phoenix:
Well, Ms Greyerl. Apparently you were carrying a tray at the time... What do you have to say about that?
Greyerl:
............
Judge:
Jean Greyerl, I believe you should add that to your testimony.
Greyerl:
...As you wish, Milord.
Phoenix:
(It's unlikely she really forgot about it... The fact she tried to hide it must mean something!)
Changes statement from "I left his study and wished the butler a good night. Then I went home." to "Miss Mailer left just as I was bringing Master his usual drink."
Greyerl:
Oh, I... I'm sorry I was unable to meet your expectations.
Phoenix:
(I'm not sure I want to know about her "expectations".)
Greyerl:
In any case, Miss Mailer did visit us that night. She came to deliver a package to Master Belduke. She delivered it to Master personally. There were always many things to which I was not privy.
Mailer:
Right. And I saw you that night. When I was leaving. I almost walked into you.
Greyerl:
Yes, it's just as you say. I was about to wish Master Belduke a good night.
Phoenix:
(Greyerl looks a lot more confident now... But she seemed so shaken for a moment earlier. I wonder what that was about... Maybe I missed the right moment.)
Judge:
Hmph. Witnesses, continue with your testimonies.
Greyerl:
Miss Mailer left just as I was bringing Master his usual drink.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What do you mean by "usual drink"?
Greyerl:
When Master's experiments continued into late hours, he would always have some juice to ward off sleepiness.
Phoenix:
What kind of juice?
Greyerl:
Tomato juice. He'd have one bottle every night. It was my daily routine to bring it to him before withdrawing to my room for the night.
Question Emeer Punchenbaug
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me...mister.
Emeer:
............
Phoenix:
Mister!
Emeer:
Bwahhhhh! I...I know nothin' about it! Nothin'! Nothin' at all!
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
............
Judge:
............
Barnham:
Witness... What have you done this time?
Emeer:
Don't... Don't give me that scary look! Inquisitor Barnham! I... I... It was only...just a little bit! Seriously. Hardly anythin' at all!
Phoenix:
Uhm... What are you talking about?
Emeer:
Huh? Wh-whaddya think I'm talkin' about? The j-juice. The tomato juice, of course!
Judge:
The...tomato juice...?
Barnham:
Oh, you didn't... Surely even you wouldn't!
Emeer:
Well, like I told ya before... I think I sorta overdid it a bit the previous night... When I woke up, me head was poundin'. That's why I went to see the alchemist. But you know what happened. And when I was left alone in the alchemist's study... it kinda caught me eye. The bottle, I mean.
Barnham:
The tomato juice...
Emeer:
I thought it might make the headache go away, y'know...
Judge:
So you...you drank it? The juice found at the crime scene?!
Emeer:
Well, why shouldn't I? It's a drink, ain't it? What else do you do with a drink? You drink it, right?!
Judge:
And can you tell us where that bottle is now?
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it...I don't remember seeing it at the crime scene.)
Greyerl:
It has been confiscated.
Phoenix:
Confiscated?
Greyerl:
As I mentioned previously... The Occult Crime Analysts confiscated all of Master's personal belongings from the crime scene.
Judge:
Is that so? Well, I believe we should take note of that bottle and add it to the Court Record.
Tomato Juice Bottle added to the Court Record.
Emeer:
Yeah, so, there I was, havin' a bit of juice, when that girl came round.
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr!
Emeer:
To tell ya the truth... I don't quite remember what happened after that...
Phoenix:
(That's when he passed out, huh.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Judge:
So, you brought him tomato juice that night too?
Greyerl:
Yes. I did. Master Belduke thanked me, as always, and then I left him.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl, I have to ask you again... Why have you kept this information from the court until now?
Greyerl:
............ Please accept my sincere apologies. It was such an obvious part of my daily routine that it didn't even occur to me to mention it.
Phoenix:
You want us to believe that you simply forgot to tell us?
Greyerl:
............
Barnham:
That would match the evidence found at the crime scene. I do remember seeing an uncorked bottle of tomato juice there.
Luke:
Mr Wright! Please take a look at this! It's here in the Court Illustrator's sketch too.
Phoenix:
(So it is. That Court Illustrator certainly does pay attention to the details...)
Barnham:
Then, that would mean... the red liquid trickling down from the victim's mouth is not, in fact, blood. It is tomato juice. I think we can safely make that assumption.
Greyerl:
Poor Master...
Press (after questioning Emeer Punchenbaug correctly)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What do you mean by "usual drink"?
Greyerl:
When Master's experiments continued into late hours, he would always have some juice to ward off sleepiness.
Barnham:
You mean this tomato juice, do you not?
Greyerl:
That is correct. I would go to the market every morning to pick up some freshly squeezed juice. He'd have one bottle every night. It was my daily routine to bring it to him before withdrawing to my room for the night.
Barnham:
That would be the same juice you drank at the crime scene, stealing from a dead man, would it not?
Emeer:
Aww, come on! I just took a sip. Well, maybe a bit more than a sip...but I didn't drink it all! I thought you guys might get thirsty durin' the investigation. See, I'm a pretty nice guy sometimes, y'know.
Birdly:
♪How delightful! Leftover, warm juice! Kind Emeer, you deserve no abuse♪
Barnham:
No one except you would drink that!
Phoenix:
(Greyerl didn't want us to know about that juice... But why would she choose to hide it? There's got to be a reason...)
Judge:
Witnesses, continue your testimonies.
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr!
Phoenix:
............
Mailer:
I went there again the next morning, as promised. Sir Belduke was... Well anyway, I looked for the letter.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You took the letter from the crime scene?
Mailer:
Uhm, that's right. I took it. From the crime scene.
Barnham:
Barnham:
Do you not realise that pinching evidence from a crime scene is itself a crime worthy of severe punishment?!
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr! Uhm. Well, it might be a crime, sure... But just look at the witch's defender. He's got to defend a witch...using any dirty tricks at his disposal!
Phoenix:
Dirty tricks? Wh-what dirty tricks...?
Mailer:
It's the same for me, you know? I'm a courier. So come rain or shine, I've got to deliver. Where there's mail, there's Mailer!
Emeer:
I was so inspired by the young lady's spirit that I kinda just had to help.
Birdly:
♪Although inspired by her dedication, He betrayed a lack of concentration♪
Greyerl:
It is entirely my fault that it came to that. Had I only been at the residence then...
Barnham:
Ughhh... Blarg.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Greyerl was out notifying the knights at the time...)
Mailer:
Then that guy went out like a light on the couch. I got a little scared. So I left as soon as I found the letter.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
He "went out like a light"?
Mailer:
He was helping me look for the letter. And then it happened. Out of the blue. He just passed out. The rascal. He collapsed. And his eyes rolled back. He wouldn't move.
Phoenix:
It almost sounds like he died...
Mailer:
Uhm. No such luck, unfortunately. That horrible sound... He was grating his teeth. I thought my ears would explode!
Emeer:
Hm... Yep, not sure what came over me! Never happened to me before, sleepin' like that. Y'know, I didn't just fall asleep. More like I sorta blacked out, I guess. No idea why... Oi, you guys, whaddya think? Any ideas?
Barnham:
I think it bears no relevance. And there you have my honest answer.
Greyerl:
And I think it's good that I wasn't there.
Phoenix:
(But the question is: why did he black out like that...?)
I've got no idea
Phoenix:
(It's really odd, even for that guy, to just suddenly fall unconscious. But... I don't think I have any evidence to show what might have caused it.)
Luke:
Mr Wright! Maybe we could use some more information.
Espella:
I think Luke may be right. And I think that's what the professor is trying to tell us, too.
Layton:
............
Phoenix:
(To me, it looks like he's demanding I find the answer right this second... For now it's probably best to gather some more info, like Luke said.)
Leads back to cross-examination
I've got evidence
Phoenix:
Your Honour, I might have a clue as to why this witness suddenly lost consciousness.
Barnham:
You do?!
Emeer:
Really? D'ya work it out, Bluey?
Judge:
If that's the case, may the defence present some evidence! Which piece of evidence shows why this man fell unconscious?
Present Tomato Juice Bottle
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mister, I believe the reason you might have lost consciousness at the crime scene..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, isn't that it, mister?
Emeer:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* Bluey! Wanna sip of this? It'll wake ya up!
Barnham:
I might like some as well. I'm suddenly overcome with sleepiness, due to boredom.
Judge:
It's getting quite late, and I must admit your tiresome mistakes are not helping me stay awake, either!
Phoenix:
(Looks like that wasn't the right evidence.)
Luke:
Mr Wright! As I thought, we'd better gather some more information before venturing a guess.
Espella:
I agree. And I think that's what the professor is trying to tell us, too.
Layton:
............
Phoenix:
(To me, it looks like he's demanding I find the answer right this second... I'll get more info and take another shot at it. Gotta think hard about this!)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Tomato Juice Bottle
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mister, I believe the reason you might have lost consciousness at the crime scene..."
Before questioning Emeer Punchenbaug correctly
Phoenix:
(That courier sure is committed to her work...or maybe just plain crazy.)
Luke:
Mr Wright, this testimony raises more questions than it answers, doesn't it? Sir Belduke wrote that letter the night before his death, and yet now it's blank.
Phoenix:
That's a mystery, all right. But there's something else unusual in what she said.
Luke:
There is?
Phoenix:
(The part about that guy going out like a light seemed strange to me as well.)
Espella:
That witness said he felt a surge of drowsiness at the time, but still...
Phoenix:
(Something about that seems kind of odd, even for a guy like him...) I have a feeling there's much more to Ms Mailer's testimony than meets the eye. I'll get to the bottom of this, don't worry.
Espella:
Good luck!
After questioning Emeer Punchenbaug correctly
Phoenix:
(That courier sure is committed to her work...or maybe just plain crazy.)
Luke:
Mr Wright, this testimony raises more questions than it answers, doesn't it? Sir Belduke wrote that letter the night before his death, and yet now it's blank.
Phoenix:
That's a mystery, all right. But there's something else unusual in what she said.
Espella:
When she said "that guy" fell unconscious at the crime scene, she meant Mr Emeer, right? He said himself that he felt a surge of drowsiness at the time, but still...
Phoenix:
Maybe it's worth looking into the reason behind that drowsiness. What could have made him suddenly pass out and sleep like a log in a dead man's room?
Luke:
Oh! I think I know what it might have been!
Phoenix:
That's right, Luke. There's a certain piece of evidence that might be related here. (I suppose I should present that evidence and test out my little theory.)
Luke:
Let's try it, Mr Wright!
Phoenix:
Mister, I believe the reason you might have lost consciousness at the crime scene... is tied to a certain piece of evidence.
Emeer:
But wasn't it just because, y'know, I had a bit too much fun the night before?
Phoenix:
No. It was because of...this!
Barnham:
The tomato juice?
Phoenix:
You passed out right after drinking this juice. Therefore, it's not unreasonable to assume that there's a direct connection between the two.
Barnham:
Tomato juice does not make people fall unconscious, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Exactly. That's why something must have been added to the contents of that bottle! Something like...a soporific!
Greyerl:
...!
Barnham:
Y-you mean, sleep medicine?!
Phoenix:
And if a soporific was mixed in with the tomato juice... that means Sir Belduke would have been unconscious at the time he was assailed!
Judge:
Oh! Oooooooh! Th-this sketch! Have another look. The red liquid trickling down from the victim's mouth... is proof that Sir Belduke must have drank the tomato juice!
Barnham:
I...I had failed to consider this...
Phoenix:
Inquisitor Barnham, I bet you remember saying this to the court: "Can you imagine anyone just sitting back and letting themselves be strangled? Clearly there should be evidence of a struggle! And since we haven't found any, that must mean the killer erased all traces of a fight from the crime scene." However! If the victim was unconscious when his assailant was strangling him... then the killer could have committed the crime through a small portal, big enough to put their arms through, after all!
Barnham:
Barnham:
That may be so, but tell me this: how would the culprit have managed to obtain such a strong soporific? ...Arghhh...!
Phoenix:
It was very simple. And I think you've realised why.
Barnham:
From the alchemist...
Phoenix:
That's right. An alchemist would no doubt have a wide array of various medicaments in their possession. And an apprentice would have little trouble stealing some of them from their study. Isn't that right...Ms Greyerl?
Greyerl:
............ How should I respond to that... "I'm sorry to disappoint you" may perhaps be the best way to put it.
Judge:
Wh-what do you mean...?
Greyerl:
Even though that juice bottle has been safely stored for the past three months... I'm positive it would be impossible to find any traces of that soporific now.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
...You... You wicked...
...This is unbelievable... ...Was it really the butler who did it...?...But everything she says holds true......She was pretending to be a boy! That's mighty suspicious to start with......Is she...a witch...?
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr!
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
............
Judge:
............
Mailer:
Hold on, everyone! The butler couldn't have done that to Sir Belduke! He...she would never, ever do it!
Phoenix:
...!
Mailer:
Please! Let us testify just one more time! Miss Greyerl, let's tell them! Let's prove they're wrong! They have no idea how much you've done for Sir Belduke!
Greyerl:
Miss Mailer...
Judge:
Very well. I shall grant your request. Testify about the relationship between Miss Greyerl and Sir Belduke.
Greyerl:
............
Witness Testimony
- The Alchemist and His Butler -
Greyerl:
Master took me in, a complete stranger. I will forever be indebted to him.
That's why I could never make an attempt on his life, through magic or otherwise.
Mailer:
Sir Belduke was a wonderful man! He's the one who recommended this line of work to me.
And he's the one who told me about it. The confidentiality obligation, I mean. I've never once broken it!
Judge:
It's true that Sir Belduke evoked fear due to his being an alchemist... However, he was also a man of admirable character, who supported the townsfolk through his research. Why would anyone want to kill such a man? This question keeps haunting me...however much I think about it.
Barnham:
Witches need no reason behind their evil. That is what makes them witches.
Greyerl:
............
Judge:
Now, the defence may begin its interrogation!
Cross Examination
- The Alchemist and His Butler -
Greyerl:
Master took me in, a complete stranger. I will forever be indebted to him.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How long has it been since you began serving Sir Belduke?
Greyerl:
I suppose it would be five years now. Before that, I'd lost everything. I had nothing and nobody left in this world.
Phoenix:
You lost everything?
Greyerl:
That's when Master Belduke helped me. He kindly took me in and gave me work.
Phoenix:
(What did she go through before she started working for Belduke?)
Greyerl:
Later, when I was helping Master with his research, he even taught me how to read and write. I was able to live comfortably for so long, all because of Master.
Phoenix:
(I don't know much about Greyerl... but she doesn't seem the type to kill someone she owes so much to.)
Barnham:
Everyone in this town knows how you served Sir Belduke. Now, you may continue your testimony.
Greyerl:
That's why I could never make an attempt on his life, through magic or otherwise.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're claiming you had no reason to kill Sir Belduke...
Greyerl:
Yes. You can ask whomever you wish, and I'm sure they will say the same.
Barnham:
That is so. It is widely known that Jean Greyerl was devoted to serving Sir Belduke. It's difficult to imagine that she could brutally murder her respected master.
Judge:
Indeed, I am of the same opinion. I have visited Sir Belduke on several occasions, to enquire about this piece of evidence or that... and I must say I felt there was a strong bond of trust between him and Miss Greyerl.
Greyerl:
............
Barnham:
Do you still think you can come up with a motive?
Phoenix:
A motive...?
Barnham:
Jean Greyerl's motive for murder.
Phoenix:
(Greyerl risked a lot to conjure up a small portal in the wall. And then she killed Belduke. But what motive did she have?)
Suggest a motive for murder
Phoenix:
I understand. The defence will present evidence.
Barnham:
Evidence to indicate Jean Greyerl's motive for murder?
Phoenix:
...Precisely.
Judge:
The defence shall now present evidence! What was Jean Greyerl's motive for murder?
Present anything
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's the evidence! Now, tremble in awe at the power of my reasoning!
Barnham:
............
Judge:
............
Greyerl:
............
Judge:
Can you repeat that last bit? I'm afraid I misheard.
Barnham:
Even I have never used a catchpenny line like that.
Luke:
Well, I trembled a little! All those chilling stares are giving me the shivers.
Espella:
Mr Wright, no matter how cold everyone else might be towards you, I'll always stay on your side.
Phoenix:
(Presenting that evidence was a big mistake. Trying to show off was an even bigger one.)
Barnham:
The one who ought to tremble is you, Sir Blue Knight!
Phoenix:
Arghhhhhhhh! (Well, guess I'd better revise my theory.)
Luke:
Mr Wright, I just thought of something... We might be basing our theory on a wrong assumption.
Phoenix:
(Wrong assumption?)
Leads back to cross-examination
Suggest another motive
Phoenix:
I understand. The defence will present evidence.
Barnham:
Evidence to indicate Jean Greyerl's motive for murder?
Phoenix:
...No.
Judge:
Wait...what?
Barnham:
What's this about, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
Sir Belduke's life was taken that day. That's a fact. However... was this actually the culprit's true objective?
Barnham:
Barnham:
What? This is nonsense! Sir Belduke was murdered. What other possible reason could there be, besides someone wanting him dead?!
Phoenix:
I'm fairly positive this piece of evidence will lead us to the culprit's real motive!
Judge:
Very well. Defence, present evidence... to indicate Jean Greyerl's motive for committing the crime!
Present Blank Letter
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl had no reason for wanting to kill Sir Belduke.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
However, there was another incident that night, which is related to this case... And I have an idea what it was.
Barnham:
"Another incident"?
Phoenix:
I'm referring to this letter. Sir Belduke wrote a letter shortly before his death, yet all we have here are some blank sheets of parchment.
Greyerl:
Fascinating. Are you saying maybe a witch used some kind of ink-removing magic on that letter, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
No. The spell used by the witch was, of course, Godoor.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
Let's go over the state of the crime scene one more time. As we know from Ms Mailer's testimony... the letter was in a letterbox next to the victim's head.
Judge:
Ah yes, it's in the sketch as well. The letterbox is on the far side of the shelf.
Phoenix:
The point of note is the location of that letterbox.
Barnham:
U-unbelievable!
Phoenix:
As Inquisitor Barnham seems to have noticed, the letterbox is within reach... of the small portal conjured by the witch, behind the painting on the wall.
Judge:
Oh, indeed it is!
Phoenix:
And, as Sir Belduke's butler... you would have known exactly where he keeps his letters!
Greyerl:
............ Indeed, Master Belduke would always keep his letters... in that letterbox, before posting them.
Barnham:
You...you mentioned no such thing!
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl! You created a portal with Godoor... not with the intention of killing Sir Belduke. You were after this letter, weren't you?
Greyerl:
That's...merely wild conjecture. I didn't even know about that letter at the time!
Phoenix:
You didn't? Now that's very strange.
Greyerl:
...!
Phoenix:
When Ms Mailer came by that night, Sir Belduke was busy writing that letter. And that's when you entered. Carrying a bottle of tomato juice.
Greyerl:
Ah...
Phoenix:
There's no way you wouldn't have known that you master was writing a letter to someone! And you could've known even more than that... For instance, perhaps you knew what he was writing about.
Greyerl:
That's enough! I served Master Belduke as his butler. I never would have pried into his private affairs! Whatever it was he wrote about in his final letter to the Storyteller... it is no concern of mine!
Phoenix:
............ Your Honour.
Judge:
Yes, defence?
Phoenix:
I'd like Ms Greyerl's last statement to be added to her testimony.
Judge:
Hmph. Any objections, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ No, Milord.
Judge:
Very well. Witness, include what you just told us in your testimony!
Greyerl:
As you wish, Milord.
Changes statement from "That's why I could never make an attempt on his life, through magic or otherwise." to "I had no reason to take his life nor steal his letter to the Storyteller."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's the evidence! Now, tremble in awe at the power of my reasoning!
Barnham:
............
Judge:
............
Greyerl:
............
Judge:
Can you repeat that last bit? I'm afraid I misheard.
Barnham:
Even I have never used a catchpenny line like that.
Luke:
Well, I trembled a little! All those chilling stares are giving me the shivers.
Espella:
Mr Wright, no matter how cold everyone else might be towards you, I'll always stay on your side.
Phoenix:
(Presenting that evidence was a big mistake. Trying to show off was an even bigger one.)
Barnham:
The one who ought to tremble is you, Sir Blue Knight!
Phoenix:
Arghhhhhhhh! (Well, guess I'd better revise my theory.)
Luke:
Mr Wright, I just thought of something... We might be basing our theory on a wrong assumption.
Phoenix:
(Wrong assumption?)
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it for now
Phoenix:
(I can't come up with any reason why Greyerl would want to kill Belduke. I'd better wait until I have some more information to go on...)
Espella:
I think... we've heard everything the witnesses had to tell us. We won't get any more out of them.
Phoenix:
Espella...
Espella:
Miss Greyerl wouldn't kill Sir Belduke!
Phoenix:
But...he's dead. And when you think about who could have killed him... ............
Luke:
Are you all right, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
(The murder happened. Nothing's going to change that. But... was murder really the culprit's primary objective?)
Luke:
Uhm, what are you thinking about, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Hmm. I think I may need to consider some other possibilities after all. (Rather than try to get any more info, maybe I'll be better off changing my perspective.)
Luke:
Well, I've been thinking...maybe we've been making the wrong assumptions.
Phoenix:
(What if Greyerl's aim wasn't to get Belduke out of the picture...?)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Blank Letter
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl had no reason for wanting to kill Sir Belduke.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
However, there was another incident that night, which is related to this case... And I have an idea what it was.
Barnham:
"Another incident"?
Phoenix:
I'm referring to this letter. Sir Belduke wrote a letter shortly before his death, yet all we have here are some blank sheets of parchment.
Greyerl:
Fascinating. Are you saying maybe a witch used some kind of ink-removing magic on that letter, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
No. The spell used by the witch was, of course, Godoor.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
Let's go over the state of the crime scene one more time. As we know from Ms Mailer's testimony...the letter was in a letterbox next to the victim's head.
Judge:
Ah yes, it's in the sketch as well. The letterbox is on the far side of the shelf.
Phoenix:
The point of note is the location of that letterbox.
Barnham:
U-unbelievable!
Phoenix:
As Inquisitor Barnham seems to have noticed, the letterbox is within reach...of the small portal conjured by the witch, behind the painting on the wall.
Judge:
Oh, indeed it is!
Phoenix:
And, as Sir Belduke's butler...you would have known exactly where he keeps his letters!
Greyerl:
............ Indeed, Master Belduke would always keep his letters...in that letterbox, before posting them.
Barnham:
You...you mentioned no such thing!
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl! You created a portal with Godoor...not with the intention of killing Sir Belduke. You were after this letter, weren't you?
Greyerl:
That's...merely wild conjecture. I didn't even know about that letter at the time!
Phoenix:
You didn't? Now that's very strange.
Greyerl:
...!
Phoenix:
When Ms Mailer came by that night, Sir Belduke was busy writing that letter. And that's when you entered. Carrying a bottle of tomato juice.
Greyerl:
Ah...
Phoenix:
There's no way you wouldn't have known that you master was writing a letter to someone! And you could've known even more than that... For instance, perhaps you knew what he was writing about.
Greyerl:
That's enough! I served Master Belduke as his butler. I never would have pried into his private affairs! Whatever it was he wrote about in his final letter to the Storyteller...it is no concern of mine!
Phoenix:
............ Your Honour.
Judge:
Yes, defence?
Phoenix:
I'd like Ms Greyerl's last statement to be added to her testimony.
Judge:
Hmph. Any objections, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
............ No, Milord.
Judge:
Very well. Witness, include what you just told us in your testimony!
Greyerl:
As you wish, Milord.
Changes statement from "That's why I could never make an attempt on his life, through magic or otherwise." to "I had no reason to take his life nor steal his letter to the Storyteller."
Greyerl:
I had no reason to take his life nor steal his letter to the Storyteller.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Let me get this straight, you didn't know anything about the victim's letter?
Greyerl:
That's right. I believe I have said as much already.
Phoenix:
Then...how did you know? How did you know it was addressed to the Storyteller?
Judge:
Ah... Indeed!
Greyerl:
............
Barnham:
Why don't you answer his question, witness?
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
It's true this letter is addressed to the Storyteller. But when did you find out about it?
Greyerl:
............ I have spoken about the murder with many people over the past three months. Everyone has been very kind to me. They have also told me all sorts of things. I must have heard about it... From someone, at some point.
Question Lettie Mailer
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Mailer.
Mailer:
............ Oh! Siiiiiiiirrr!
Phoenix:
(I thought I caught her off guard...but it's her screech that's caught me off guard...) Is there perhaps anything you'd like to add to Ms Greyerl's testimony?
Mailer:
............ Uhm... No, not really.
Phoenix:
In that case, let me ask you a different question. Did you tell Ms Greyerl about Sir Belduke's letter?
Mailer:
............ I dunno... ............
Barnham:
Do not beat about the bush, witness! Answer the question!
Greyerl:
If I may briefly interrupt...
Barnham:
...!
Greyerl:
I am testifying right now. If you wish to question Miss Mailer, please do so once you have finished interrogating me.
Phoenix:
(She's not going to let me question Mailer, from the looks of it. And if she's so keen to prevent her from answering... this might just be a critical point in the testimony. I've got to find another way of fishing for that information!)
Judge:
Witnesses, continue testifying.
Leads back to cross-examination
Judge:
Hmph. Well, that incident was certainly much talked about. Would you not agree, defence?
Phoenix:
(Does her testimony hold together?)
It's fine
Phoenix:
There's nothing odd in her testimony. (To be honest, something she said doesn't quite feel right, but... I can't come up with anything to prove there's a contradiction.)
Judge:
That's good, then. Let us continue the interrogation.
Luke:
Excuse me, Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
Hm? What's up, Luke?
Luke:
Contradictions can be exposed without the need for evidence... The professor said something like that back when Espella was on trial.
Phoenix:
...! (Now that I think about it... The professor did talk about a different kind of weapon that I could use in court. Maybe I should keep that in mind and give it another try.)
Judge:
Witnesses, continue testifying!
Leads back to cross-examination
There's a contradiction
Phoenix:
There is a huge contradiction in Ms Greyerl's testimony!
Greyerl:
...!
Barnham:
You are becoming very predictable, Sir Blue Knight. If there is a contradiction, I hope you have the evidence to prove it!
Phoenix:
(Here's my chance. There's only one way to expose this contradiction...)
I'll present evidence
Phoenix:
The defence is ready to present evidence.
Judge:
Very well. The defence shall present evidence of a different nature. What does the defence believe to contradict Miss Greyerl's testimony?
Present anything
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's the evidence! Now, tremble in awe at the power of my reasoning!
Barnham:
............
Judge:
............
Greyerl:
............
Judge:
Can you repeat that last bit? I'm afraid I misheard.
Barnham:
Even I have never used a catchpenny line like that.
Luke:
Well, I trembled a little! All those chilling stares are giving me the shivers.
Espella:
Mr Wright, no matter how cold everyone else might be towards you, I'll always stay on your side.
Phoenix:
(Presenting that evidence was a big mistake. Trying to show off was an even bigger one.)
Barnham:
The one who ought to tremble is you, Sir Blue Knight!
Phoenix:
Arghhhhh! (Ughh... That didn't go well.)
Luke:
Excuse me, Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
Hm? What's up, Luke?
Luke:
Contradictions can be exposed without the need for evidence... The professor said something to this effect when Espella was on trial.
Phoenix:
...! (Now that I think about it... The professor did talk about a different kind of weapon that I could use in court. Maybe I should keep that in mind and give it another try.)
Judge:
Witnesses, continue testifying!
Leads back to cross-examination
I can't present evidence
Leads to:
"The defence has no intention of presenting evidence."
Mailer:
Sir Belduke was a wonderful man! He's the one who recommended this line of work to me.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You mean you became a courier because of Sir Belduke?
Mailer:
That's right. I was also a, what do you call it... An orphan. I'd been stealing bread or apples and such from stalls and shops to survive. I was known far and wide among the traders in the shopping area. I was famous...or rather, infamous.
Phoenix:
(Was she stealing from Mrs Eclaire, too?)
Mailer:
And one day, Miss Greyerl took me there. To Sir Belduke's residence, I mean. Sir Belduke helped me. He helped me to find a suitable job.
Phoenix:
And so you became a courier?
Mailer:
Yes. See, I only had one real skill... I'm light-footed! At first I didn't take it seriously. The job, I mean. I didn't care about work. But then I realised it. That it's not so bad to be useful. You know, to other people. So, I owe him a lot too, you see. Sir Belduke, I mean.
Judge:
Hmph. What a heart-warming story.
Phoenix:
(I think the judge just wiped away a tear with the rim of his hood...)
Barnham:
The more you hear about Sir Belduke, the more obvious it will become that no one had any reason to want to kill him.
Phoenix:
(It sure does seem that way...)
Mailer:
And he's the one who told me about it. The confidentiality obligation, I mean. I've never once broken it!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The confidentiality obligation is a rule held among couriers, is that right?
Mailer:
Yes! A courier must not disclose the contents of a letter, nor the names nor addresses of its sender and recipient! But I'll tell you confidentially that, uhm... I love gossiping. Bad-mouthing people, especially. So I wasn't confident I could keep it. The confidentiality obligation, I mean. I was tempted to talk about this and that.
Phoenix:
(To think that Belduke trusted her...)
Mailer:
But then, Sir Belduke spoke to me. He told me this: "think [sic] about how you'd feel in that person's place". And that got me thinking. I really, really like to gossip. But when it comes to being gossiped about... People's messages are their secrets. And secrets must be kept!
Judge:
Indeed. No one would want their letters to be publicly known.
Phoenix:
(She's certainly determined when it comes to confidentiality... That's why she doesn't want to disclose the addressee of Belduke's letter. I'm not going to get it out of her.)
Mailer:
I promised Sir Belduke. And I'm going to keep it, no matter what! The promise, I mean. It's something I can pride myself on! ...Right?
Before changing second statement
Phoenix:
(End of the road for testimony...)
Espella:
Everyone knows that Miss Greyerl respected Sir Belduke. That's why...it seems so inconceivable that she could be the killer.
Luke:
She doesn't have any motive...
Phoenix:
(But that crime did take place.) At this point what we probably need to do... is look at this case from a different angle. Change the perspective, so to speak.
Espella:
...We just need to look at it from another angle? I wonder...
Phoenix:
I feel we're getting close to the truth here. Now I just need to follow it through. That's an attorney's duty.
Luke:
I'm sure you can do it, Mr Wright!
After changing second statement
Phoenix:
(Greyerl may not have had a motive to murder Belduke. But... what if she used the portal spell to obtain that letter? Depending on the contents of the letter, that might prove to have been her motive!)
Luke:
I wonder what Sir Belduke wrote about in that letter...
Phoenix:
There's only one way to find out... (I need to get Greyerl to admit that she got hold of that letter.)
Espella:
I'm worried, Mr Wright...of what's lying ahead.
Phoenix:
(The feeling's mutual... But I have to see it through. I've got to pursue the truth!)
Phoenix:
The defence has no intention of presenting evidence.
Barnham:
Wh-what?!
Phoenix:
The proof that there is a contradiction... cannot be found in the Court Record.
Greyerl:
What... What is the meaning of this, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
(The professor pointed it out to me in the previous witch trial... In this court, an attorney's arsenal isn't limited to the Court Record.)
Layton:
Each of the witnesses in this trial has given their own account of what occurred. Therefore...whenever one witness has testified, the other remaining witnesses have listened. Should one witness' [sic] testimony differ from another's testimony, then... I suppose that in itself can also be considered a contradiction, can it not...?
Phoenix:
(Juxtaposing contradictory testimonies from different witnesses is the key!) Ms Greyerl...
Greyerl:
...!
Phoenix:
Your testimony contradicts another one that we've heard in this court today!
Greyerl:
I had no reason to take his life nor steal his letter to the Storyteller.
Question Lettie Mailer's second statement
Phoenix/Espella/Luke:
Leads to:
"It was a single word that gave you away, Ms Greyerl."
Question any other statement
Phoenix/Espella/Luke:
Phoenix:
The testimony contradicting Ms Greyerl's is right here!
Luke:
M-Mr Wright, please hold on a moment! Were you just, as they say, trying to wing it by saying something random?
Judge:
Hmph... I'm not sure I follow what the defence is trying to say.
Phoenix:
I'm very sorry, Your Honour! The Golden Professor here seemed to be pointing out a contradiction there. I, uhh...guess he was wrong. Ha ha.
Luke:
Don't try to pin the blame on the professor!
Phoenix:
(I'm sure there was a piece of testimony that contradicted Greyerl's... I just need to put them side by side in my head and see which ones don't match up!)
Espella:
A little slip up is no reason to give in. Come on, let's try again!
Phoenix:
The testimony that contradicts what Ms Greyerl said is...
Leads back to testimony
Phoenix:
It was a single word that gave you away, Ms Greyerl.
Greyerl:
What...what do you mean by that?
Phoenix:
The name of the recipient. There were only a few people who knew the intended recipient of that letter. Four people, to be precise.
Judge:
Only...four people?
Phoenix:
First was Sir Belduke, the author of the letter. Then there was Ms Mailer, who delivered it. And of course the Storyteller, its recipient. As well as...one more person. The one who stole the letter, using a portal spell, and swapped it with the blank sheets of parchment...the witch.
Greyerl:
...!
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr!!!
Maybe... Maybe I did. Maybe I spilled the beans. About the letter, I mean. Maybe I told the butler!
Barnham:
You did what?!
Mailer:
Uhm. Well, because, you see...me and the butler are sort of friends. And it was about our dear Sir Belduke. I feel like I might've told her about it after all! See? If I did, that's how she knew! About the recipient, I mean.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I understand that you are friends with Ms Greyerl and you want to help her out. But I've got a piece of advice, Ms Mailer. You shouldn't lie, even for a friend!
Mailer:
Huh...
Phoenix:
Remember your testimony. You told us about the courier's duty to keep the details of letters confidential. And you have also testified... that you have never broken that obligation. Remember?
Mailer:
Ah... Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrr!
Barnham:
Barnham:
But...hold on just a minute. As the victim's butler, Jean Greyerl might have had a chance to catch a glimpse of the envelope.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
No. She didn't.
Barnham:
...!
Phoenix:
When Ms Mailer came with the delivery, Sir Belduke was still writing that letter. In fact, he was in the middle of it. At that time, the letter had not been addressed yet. And the next morning, when the body was discovered, that letter was already in the letterbox. Keep in mind that Ms Greyerl would have had no opportunity to see it then, either.
Barnham:
Is that...so...? She went to report the crime without even setting foot in the study...
Phoenix:
And then, Ms Mailer appeared and retrieved the letter. Needless to say, Ms Greyerl couldn't have learned of the letter's recipient afterwards.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
Or maybe you have a good explanation, Ms Greyerl? I'd very much like to hear one. Can you please tell the court how you found out the recipient's name?
Greyerl:
............ Mr Wright...
Phoenix:
Uhm, yes?
Greyerl:
Do you remember what I said when I was called to the witness stand?
Phoenix:
Yes...
Greyerl:
At the heart of alchemy lies the pursuit of the rules and logic that govern nature. You have demonstrated the power of your own logic.
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl...
Judge:
Are...are you saying...
Greyerl:
Yes. I confess. The abhorrent witch who used the spell Godoor to swap the contents of that letter... and who took the life of Master Belduke... It was none other than I.
I was an only child, born to a poor family. I've been a witch since I was very little... When did I become aware of it? I don't remember. Although I was but a young child, I knew that being a witch was a crime. That's why I hid my witch's sceptre and wouldn't use magic at all. My father worked as a bricklayer. He toiled every day, but we could hardly make ends meet. One winter day...we couldn't afford to pay the rent. We were going to lose the house. My mother was in tears, and my father was sitting with his head down, wordless."I want money for Mummy and Daddy!"
Greyerl:
That day, I suddenly remembered about [sic] the witch's sceptre that I had hidden.
Barnham:
The Goldor spell...
Greyerl:
I thought I'd try it, just once...casting the spell. But at the time, I had no idea what an irreversible mistake that would be.
Phoenix:
...!
Greyerl:
Even though no one told me... I knew from the very beginning what magic I was able to use.
What should I turn into gold? I was thinking about it really hard, the little girl that I was. Something that wouldn't stand out, that could be taken for a work of art. Then I decided. I chose a pretty leaf that had fallen into our garden."Goldor!"
Greyerl:
But...it wasn't the right thing to do after all. ...I was terribly punished for using magic, even just the once.
Judge:
Punished?
Phoenix:
...In what way were you punished?
Greyerl:
I placed the leaf down in the back garden and cast the spell. But then... Margaret suddenly walked in front of me.
Barnham:
Margaret?
Greyerl:
My...closest childhood friend. Margaret... Right before my eyes, she... She was turned into gold!
Judge:
Oh, dear me!
Greyerl:
I screamed and cried but...I knew I couldn't ask anyone for help. If anyone had seen it, they would have known it was the work of magic. And I knew...Margaret wasn't coming back.
Espella:
That...that's terrible...
Greyerl:
Then, my mother and father's faces flashed before my eyes.
We may have been very poor, but we were always happy together. Had I been captured as a witch, I feared my parents probably wouldn't be safe either. That thought tormented me more than anything. And so, I made the decision... I decided to end my own life. I threw myself into the river near the town. It was winter and the water was as cold as ice. I couldn't even move. It was painful. My consciousness started drifting away... ............ The next thing I knew...I was in Master Belduke's residence. He risked his own life jumping into the freezing river to save me. I burst into tears and told him everything. I didn't want to go back home. I would only end up causing my parents grief. Master Belduke listened to me without interrupting. And then, he told me this: "You can stay here. But from now on... you must live as a boy."
Greyerl:
Master Belduke met with my parents and explained everything to them. They were very sad...but they agreed it would be best if I didn't return home.
Espella:
Poor Miss Greyerl... That must have been so awful for her...
Greyerl:
Master bought the house for my parents, so they wouldn't have to worry about paying rent any more. As for Margaret, turned into gold...he brought her to his residence. He knew that if anyone saw her, they would report an incident of witchcraft.
Judge:
And this Miss Margaret, is she...still in that golden state?
Greyerl:
Yes...she is.
Barnham:
Hmm, that's strange. We have received no reports of anyone by that name having gone missing.
Greyerl:
Margaret is...being kept in the basement under Master's study.
Phoenix:
The...basement? Correct me if I'm wrong, but this Margaret... Is she a...
Greyerl:
Yes. My dear friend...was a goat that we were keeping at our house.
Judge:
A...
Barnham:
...Goat.
Greyerl:
Until then, Master Belduke had mainly been researching medicine... but since the incident with Margaret, he became known as an alchemist.
Phoenix:
(So that's when he became an alchemist... I was wondering why the goat was the only thing not covered in dust...)
Greyerl:
That's how I started a new life as Master Belduke's butler.
Judge:
Sir Belduke would sometimes work as a physician, curing the townspeople of their illnesses. As his assistant, you have also shown commitment to helping the townspeople through your work.
Greyerl:
I forgot about being a witch and was able to live happily, at peace with everyone... I thought it could stay like that forever... ............
Barnham:
...But those peaceful days came to an abrupt end. Tell us...what in the world was the cause?
Greyerl:
............ Even I am not quite sure what led to this. However... it all started three months ago, with that lightning strike.
Master Belduke and I were on our way back home, carrying specimens for experiments. An old bell tower appeared in the flames... Everyone who saw it was stupefied.
Greyerl:
But the expression on Master Belduke's face was unlike anything I'd seen before.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Greyerl:
His face went pale and twisted in sheer terror. He was shaking violently...
It wasn't just astonishment at an unusual phenomenon. It seemed as if he was afraid of something more concrete.
Barnham:
Perhaps Sir Belduke saw something that others couldn't.
Greyerl:
He cancelled his experiments for that night and began writing a letter to someone.
Judge:
A letter...
Greyerl:
I found out about it when I brought him his bottle of tomato juice.
He was writing feverishly, as if he were possessed. I... I saw some things. A few words in that letter... "...expose everything..." "...cannot keep this secret any longer..." "...the truth about the witch..." ......... Master Belduke... was going to confess... that I was a witch.
Greyerl:
Everything went black in front of my eyes. I will never forget the feeling... that overwhelmed me at that moment.
Judge:
Is that when you decided to commit the crime?
Greyerl:
What I did first was "accidentally" singe a part of the wall in my room. It was an excuse to repaint that section of the wall...green.
Barnham:
Then you also painted the wall behind that painting in Sir Belduke's study.
Greyerl:
And when that fateful night came...
I used a syringe to inject a soporific through the cork and into the bottle of tomato juice. So many thoughts were running through my head as I wished Master a good night. I opened the portal behind him... He was right there, in front of me, asleep. I reached for the letter in the letterbox, taking care not to wake him. And then I happened to notice the name on the envelope...
Greyerl:
"Storyteller".
When I read that name, the world all around me turned black once more. It's impossible to avoid what is written by the Storyteller... It seemed as if I could hear the doors to all escape routes shutting closed. It was the sound of despair.
Phoenix:
............
Greyerl:
I would like you to believe me... that the thought of taking Master Belduke's life never once occurred to me. I only planned to steal that letter and then disappear. But...
As I looked upon Master, sleeping there in front of me... at that moment, I felt an evil presence awaken within me. Why did he save my life? And...why did he betray me? Before I realised what I was doing... my hands were clutching his neck. He...didn't move at all. So I...I...kept on clenching his neck. ............ That's it... That's the truth about what happened three months ago.
Barnham:
There is just one thing I fail to understand.
Greyerl:
Yes?
Barnham:
You said you wanted to run away once you had stolen the letter. Yet despite that, you continued to live in Sir Belduke's residence. And now, here you stand. Why did you not run away?
Greyerl:
............ My life had been thrown into disarray due to the absurdity of magic. I had learned all about alchemy, living at Master's residence. Alchemy is concerned with the logic that governs the world. I...wanted to believe that there truly was such a thing. So I stayed in that place hoping to one day see the irrational nature of magic overcome by the power of reason.
Phoenix:
(Magic being overcome by reason...)
Greyerl:
That night... I swapped the letter with blank sheets of parchment and waited for the sun to rise. I resolved to wait for the day when my true identity could be exposed through reason and logic. Master's death remained a mystery for three months. And people started to lose interest. And then you appeared, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Greyerl:
On the day you visited the residence... I was listening to your conversation from the other room. "Has the time finally come for me?" My heart was racing with anticipation. Then... a few minutes after everyone entered that room, an unbelievable incident took place.
Judge:
That incident...
Greyerl:
A witch appeared...in Master's study.
Barnham:
Wh-what?!
Greyerl:
I wanted to get a look at the witch, so I created a portal in the wall behind the painting. Precisely at that moment...
"Goldor!"
The witch used one of the very spells that I can use, too. When I heard those words, a single thought flashed through my mind. This was my chance. I could dispose of my witch's sceptre!
Greyerl:
I knew at the time what kind of a witch the Inquisition would be looking for.
Phoenix:
A witch that can use Famalia and Goldor.
Greyerl:
It occurred to me that I only needed to change one of the magic gems. I had previously found out that the Famalia gem was purple. I realised that if I swapped the Godoor magic gem for my amethyst... I could pin the blame for my crime on that other witch.
Phoenix:
So you changed one of the gems and threw the witch's sceptre into that room, is that correct?
Greyerl:
...Exactly.
Barnham:
Barnham:
Wait a minute, Jean Greyerl! This statement of yours... is highly problematic!
Phoenix:
How so, Inquisitor Barnham?
Greyerl:
Yes...you are right.
Judge:
Can someone explain to me what this is about?
Greyerl:
I am a witch, indeed. A sinful creature that killed the person to whom she owed her life. However... regarding the gentleman standing next to you, Mr Wright... He may have fallen victim to a witch... But that witch was not me.
Phoenix:
Ah...
Judge:
Ohhh... Wait, whaaaaat?! Order! Order! Order in the court! What...in the... What is the meaning of this?!
Barnham:
Jean Greyerl admits killing Sir Belduke, but not to turning Sir Layton into gold. That is the gist of it, Milord.
Judge:
B-but lying about it is meaningless!
Phoenix:
Lying?
Espella:
Just being a witch is a crime in itself. And the punishment for that crime is the same, regardless of whether she took one person's life or two. That's why there's no point in lying about it. I'm sure that's what the judge is thinking.
Phoenix:
(Greyerl is still claiming she never laid a finger on the professor... But if there's no point in lying...does that mean she must be telling us the truth?)
Luke:
So in that case, who's responsible for what happened to the professor? If it wasn't her, then who was it?
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
............
Greyerl:
............
............
???:
...Uhm.
Emeer:
Mind if I say somethin'?
Barnham:
............ Take a hint, witness. Does it feel like this is the right moment for you to talk?
Emeer:
Yeah, well. That's kinda why I was stayin' quiet until now. But... I either say it now or never. ............
Judge:
Don't simply fall silent after saying that! It only makes it weigh on my mind more! Whatever did you want to say?
Emeer:
............ Oi, Bluey.
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Emeer
I need to make sure about somethin'. Me head's not what it used to be, y'know.
Phoenix:
Ugh... Yes...?
Emeer:
The alchemist's butler...uhm, lady butler. She slipped sleep medicine into his drink?
Phoenix:
That's correct. She laced his tomato juice with it.
Emeer:
And then he...uhm, she strangled the alchemist afterwards?
Phoenix:
Yes. Sir Belduke was unconscious from the sleep medicine, so he didn't resist.
Barnham:
And that explains why we found no signs of a struggle at the crime scene.
Emeer:
Yeah... About that... I let it slip earlier about what I did at the crime scene, right? I told you that...uhm...I had a few sips of that juice.
Barnham:
...And the sleep medicine mixed in made you sleep like a log. Yes, we remember.
Emeer:
Yeah, well... Here's the thing... This is just between us, okay? Y'see, when I appropriated that juice... the juice bottle was, well...still unopened.
Phoenix:
It was unopened?
Emeer:
Har har har. Me throat was parched, and I wasn't thinking straight. That brand new bottle was just there, waitin' for me, with a corkscrew conveniently laid next to it. I couldn't just let that go to waste. I swiftly pulled out the cork and got to drinkin'.
Barnham:
Wh-what...?
Emeer:
So, in case you don't get what I'm gettin' at, the alchemist... didn't have a single drop of the juice with the sleep medicine!
Phoenix:
Huh... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Judge:
W-witness! You... You... ...went to the trouble of opening a bottle found at a crime scene just to drink its suspicious contents?!
Emeer:
That's what I've been tellin' ya, I was dyin' of thirst!
Judge:
That doesn't justify what you've done!
Barnham:
Barnham:
The Inquisition shall deal with this witness after the trial. He will find out what it means to be dying of thirst in a more literal meaning. However, let us not waste any more time with him now. The witch has confessed to her crimes. There is no need to investigate Sir Belduke's death any further.
Judge:
Hmph. Indeed, you are right, Inquisitor. Her role in the Sir Layton incident is not entirely clear... but a person who kills her protector, to whom she owes her very life, can be nothing other than a witch. The court has sufficient grounds to sentence her as such.
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
(Belduke didn't drink the juice that night... And if that's true, there's one thing here that doesn't add up.)
Luke:
Mr Wright! I have to say, there's something about this that's bothering me. I'm sure there's a contradiction lurking in that man's testimony.
Espella:
You think so, Luke?
Phoenix:
(Can I really turn a blind eye to that?)
Wait for the verdict
Phoenix:
(If the judge passes his verdict now, Maya should be found innocent. Getting her cleared of charges should be my priority as her attorney, I guess.)
???:
Nick...
Phoenix:
...! (That's Maya's voice!)
Maya:
Nick, you've already helped me out!
Phoenix:
M-Maya...!
Maya:
But... You haven't uncovered the whole truth just yet. It's not like you to leave this stuff unfinished!
Phoenix:
...! (My role here... is to trust my client and fight to the end. I need to find the truth!)
Leads to:
"Mister, you're saying you opened the tomato juice bottle..."
Investigate the contradiction
Leads to:
"Mister, you're saying you opened the tomato juice bottle..."
Phoenix:
Mister, you're saying you opened the tomato juice bottle... But that claim contradicts a certain piece of evidence!
Barnham:
Wh-what?!
Judge:
............ Defence, I'd like a word with you.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour?
Judge:
At this point. your client's innocence has already been established. Therefore, whether there is a contradiction in that man's testimony or not should no longer be any of your concern.
Phoenix:
That may be so, Your Honour. But, even though I'm here to defend the accused... the true duty of any attorney is to uncover the truth behind what happened.
Barnham:
...!
Greyerl:
...!
Phoenix:
My job's not done until there are no more contradictions left!
Barnham:
............ Very well. Sir Blue Knight, let us hear about this contradiction you have discovered.
Phoenix:
(The bottle was first opened by that guy, meaning Belduke didn't drink any of it... That means there's one piece of evidence that should be very difficult to explain!)
Judge:
I would like to hear about this contradiction, too. The defence shall present evidence. Where is the contradiction in this witness having been the one who opened the tomato juice bottle?
Present Crime Scene Sketches
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The contradiction can be seen in one of the sketches of the crime scene."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, this is it!
Barnham:
Barnham:
What should I say? It seems it's too late in the day for you to think clearly.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Emeer:
Hey, Bluey! Would you like some too? Some tomato juice...
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Emeer:
Have a drink. It helps you think better when your mind's all mushy. *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Birdly:
♪Tomato juice! A marvellous drink! Helps you concentrate, helps you think!♪
Phoenix:
(Wait, I thought the bard left already... I really wish he did...)
Luke:
The important part of his statement is that he opened the bottle... and that Mr Belduke didn't drink any of the tomato juice, isn't it, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
You got it, Luke.
Espella:
To put it another way, he didn't consume any of the sleep medicine.
Phoenix:
(And that makes one particular piece of evidence seem really strange...)
Leads back to:
"I would like to hear about this contradiction, too. The defence shall present evidence."
Phoenix:
The contradiction can be seen in one of the sketches of the crime scene.
Judge:
In one of the sketches?
Phoenix:
Please take a look at Sir Belduke's mouth. We can see a line of red liquid trickling down from his mouth.
Judge:
Yes, well. We have already established that it was the tomato jui- Oh!
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honour. Sir Belduke didn't drink any of the tomato juice that night...
Barnham:
Barnham:
Which means, there's only one other possibility. That red line is, as we thought first of all, blood. Sir Belduke must have tried to fight back the assailant and bit his tongue in doing so.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, that would only bring us back to the problem we encountered earlier.
Barnham:
"Earlier"...?
Phoenix:
If the victim had put up a fight... then there should have been traces of a struggle at the crime scene. And yet, no such traces were found. That's what made you assume the witch must have used Famalia.
Barnham:
Ngh...! Y-yes, that is so...
Greyerl:
As I explained before... Master Belduke didn't struggle at all at the time. But when I think about it now, in light of the new information, it was very unnatural...
Phoenix:
(The victim didn't drink the soporific, yet didn't struggle...)
Judge:
But...what in the... What does this mean? If it's not tomato juice, nor blood brought about through a struggle with the murderer... then what else could it be?
Phoenix:
............ Since it's not tomato juice, we have to assume it's blood, after all.
Emeer:
Yeah, right? It's gotta be that!
Barnham:
We have ruled out the possibility that the victim bit his tongue while struggling with the attacker.
Greyerl:
Indeed.
Phoenix:
(Then there's got to be a different reason for that blood being there... He must have suffered internal bleeding that was somehow connected to his death... But what could have caused it?) ...Your Honour. If I may ask one question...
Judge:
A question? To whom?
Phoenix:
(If I just clarify this one suspicion, I may be able to explain the blood shown in the sketch. That's why I need to question one person in particular...)
Barnham
Phoenix:
Well, I'd like to ask...Inquisitor Barnham...
Barnham:
What, me?
Phoenix:
Uhm... Do you have any idea who I should question?
Barnham:
Why are you asking me?!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...I knew he'd get mad...)
Barnham:
If it's about the incident, then it would make sense to ask one of the witnesses, do you not think?!
Espella:
He may have yelled at you, but at least he answered your question, Mr Wright.
Luke:
Yeah, Mr Wright. You know...maybe there's a human heart beating under all that armour, after all!
Phoenix:
(A witness, huh... Who should I ask?) Your Honour! Please let me ask just one more question!
Judge:
I hope that this time you will think about what to say before opening your mouth.
Leads back to:
"If I just clarify this one suspicion, I may be able to explain the blood shown in the sketch."
Greyerl
Phoenix:
Well then, I have a question for Ms Greyerl!
Greyerl:
Yes, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
On the day of the crime... did anything go missing from the crime scene?
Greyerl:
Missing? Such as... the tomato juice that a certain person drank, do you mean?
Phoenix:
Y-yeah, something like that... But, was there anything else?
Greyerl:
Hmm, I'm afraid I cannot say. You may remember that I didn't enter Master's study that day. Not even once. If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion, perhaps it would be wiser to ask someone who went into Master's study.
Phoenix:
(She's right... I'll try again.) Your Honour! Please let me ask just one more question!
Judge:
I hope that this time you will think about what to say before opening your mouth.
Leads back to:
"If I just clarify this one suspicion, I may be able to explain the blood shown in the sketch."
Emeer
Leads to:
"Mister, can I ask you something?"
Phoenix:
Mister, can I ask you something?
Emeer:
Y-yeah? Don't give me that scary look, Bluey! I...I know nothin'! Nothin' at all. I've got nothin' to tell!
Birdly:
♪Emeer's as innocent as a little lamb. But is his confidence more than a sham?♪
Phoenix:
............ (He'd be better off without that bard.) You drank the tomato juice that was at the crime scene, right?
Emeer:
D-d-don't keep askin' me about that over and over again! S-so what if I did?!
Phoenix:
Then...I have another question for you. Did anything else disappear from the crime scene that day?
Emeer:
............ ............ ............ Nah...I didn't notice anythin'.
Barnham:
Barnham:
Witness! Just what have you done this time? You look like a dog caught making a mess on the carpet!
Emeer:
Wh-wh-wh-wh-why're you l-l-l-lookin' at me like that?! I dunno about anythin' goin' missin'! I'm innocent! Please believe me!
Birdly:
♪Truth could drown in his swimming eyes. Some tell lies well, others cannot tell lies♪
Phoenix:
(Looks like my gut feeling was right. He took something from the crime scene... Something that could be directly connected to that red liquid around Belduke's mouth.)
Judge:
What on earth did that man steal from the crime scene?!
Phoenix:
A certain item disappeared from the crime scene that day... And, at this very moment...it's highly likely that item is right in front of our very eyes!
Barnham:
What...? It's here?!
Phoenix:
Isn't that right, mister?
Emeer:
Is...is it? I, uhm, I have no idea!
Judge:
Defender! I order you to show us what this item is. The item that this witness took from the crime scene!
Present skull-and-crossbones bottle
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"It's this bottle!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The item he took from the crime scene is... probably something around here!
Judge:
That's too vague.
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaat? (Whoa, that was fast...)
Barnham:
This witness...is covered in jewels, in a manner that defies good taste. Surely he could conceal countless magic gems about his person.
Emeer:
Wait, what?!
Judge:
But...Inquisitor Barnham, this witness is of a rather masculine persuasion!
Barnham:
For all we know, he may be a master of disguise. We have been calling him "mister" all this while... But he may actually be a "missus"!
Emeer:
............ Uhm, Bluey?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Emeer:
If you've got somethin' to show the judge, please hurry up with it... I feel this trial is takin' a bad turn for me...
Barnham:
............
Phoenix:
(If I don't come up with the right answer now, Barnham will personally slay that poor guy!)
Leads back to:
"Defender! I order you to show us what this item is."
Phoenix:
It's this bottle!
Judge:
The bottle?
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl, I'd like you to clarify something for me.
Greyerl:
What would that be, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Sir Belduke was working on creating certain medicines... He had various dangerous substances in his possession, as well. How were they stored?
Greyerl:
Master kept them in a locked medicine cabinet. The bottles were labelled so that it was clear that they were dangerous. They have all been confiscated.
Phoenix:
As for those labels... Did they resemble... the label on that guy's bottle?
Greyerl:
...! Mister... What are you doing with a product of Master's research?
Emeer:
It's not what you think! I didn't have any evil intentions, or nothin'!
Greyerl:
That bottle belonged to Master. And it was used... to store strong poison. Poison strong enough to kill...
Judge:
P-poison...?
Barnham:
Wh-what?!
Phoenix:
The red liquid trickling down Sir Belduke's mouth was definitely blood. Now, as for what caused him to bleed like that from his mouth... it was the deadly poison from the bottle this guy stole from the crime scene!
Barnham:
This is...outrageous!
Judge:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat! Order! Order! Orderrrrr!
Emeer:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! D'ya expect me to just keep quiet?! It was poison?! Poison! Am I...gonna die?!
Barnham:
Barnham:
Just wait and see. Time will tell.
Emeer:
Y-yeah, I guess.
Barnham:
More importantly, I want to know why you have that bottle!
Emeer:
Huh? Uhm. Well, that's... Uhh. Remember how I told you I drank the alchemist's tomato juice?
Judge:
Indeed. It's not something easy to forget... Especially having heard it several times.
Emeer:
Well...that was when I saw it on the floor. This bottle right here. It was totally empty. And I thought, y'know, it's such a fancy-lookin' bottle and all. I'm a bit of a skull-fancier. They have this air of danger about them, right?
Phoenix:
They certainly do.
Emeer:
So, since it was there, and I was there too, I felt we were kinda meant for each other. I thought, "This bottle's so classy I could die for it!"
Greyerl:
Had any poison been left in the bottle, you would have died instantly. But if it was empty, it was probably harmless.
Emeer:
Ooooh! Hear that? I'm gonna live! Good thing I rinsed it well before use! *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Judge:
But if the victim was killed by poison... that raises a new question, of course.
Barnham:
Who could have poisoned him...?
Phoenix:
(Considering all the evidence and the testimonies we've heard today, the answer is so close, I can taste it.) Sir Belduke was poisoned by...
Greyerl
Phoenix:
It could've been no one else but... Ms Greyerl!
Barnham:
Barnham:
On that night, Jean Greyerl slipped a soporific into Sir Belduke's tomato juice... You have proven so yourself!
Phoenix:
Well, yeah, but...
Judge:
Had she intended to poison Sir Belduke, surely she would have had no reason to use any sleep medicine.
Phoenix:
............ That's...a good point. (Easy, Phoenix. You sure didn't think that one through properly.)
Barnham:
Keep pointing that finger at others without solid reasoning, defender... you may just get your fingers burnt!
Phoenix:
Arghhhhhhh! (Coming from Barnham, I don't think that's a metaphor...)
Leads back to:
"Considering all the evidence and the testimonies we've heard today, the answer is so close, I can taste it."
Himself
Leads to:
"It was, of course, Sir Belduke himself."
Emeer
Phoenix:
It was...that guy!
Emeer:
What's got into you, Bluey?! Me, poisonin' someone? I nearly poisoned meself! If anythin'...I'm a victim too!
Judge:
............
Barnham:
............
Greyerl:
............
Emeer:
Well...maybe not quite on the same level as the alchemist...but still. Anyway, how d'ya think someone like poor old me could've poisoned him?!
Phoenix:
(Easy, Phoenix. You sure didn't think that one through properly.)
Barnham:
Keep pointing that finger at others without solid reasoning, defender... you may just get your fingers burnt!
Phoenix:
Arghhhhhhh! (Coming from Barnham, I don't think that's a metaphor...)
Leads back to:
"Considering all the evidence and the testimonies we've heard today, the answer is so close, I can taste it."
Phoenix:
It was, of course, Sir Belduke himself.
Judge:
Sir...Belduke himself?!
Greyerl:
...!
Phoenix:
Sir Belduke took that poison of his own will. His death was suicide!
Barnham:
Barnham:
That is preposterous! A suicide? Inconceivable!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Think about it, Inquisitor! That would explain the most unnatural aspect of his death.
Judge:
The most unnatural aspect?
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl, when you were strangling Sir Belduke... he put up no fight whatsoever, is that correct?
Greyerl:
Yes, it is. Until today, I was convinced it was due to the sleep medicine...
Phoenix:
It wasn't. Because he didn't take any. The truth is, when you gripped his throat, Sir Belduke... was already dead. He had poisoned himself!
Barnham:
Nghhhh!
Judge:
B-but would the poison have caused him to bleed from his mouth?
Barnham:
I personally know of no poison that works instantly and causes such symptoms.
Phoenix:
Oh... Y-you don't? (I can't just tell them that it happens on TV all the time...)
Greyerl:
There are certain plants in this area that contain a highly poisonous substance. In the course of his research, Master Belduke found a way to extract that poison.
Judge:
What am I hearing?! Is there really such a dangerous plant in Labyrinthia?
Greyerl:
The poison is very bitter to taste, so it would be impossible to secretly slip it into someone's food or drink... And it would cause internal damage. It is a very powerful poison... Drinking it would induce a most painful death.
Barnham:
And to think Sir Belduke could...
Judge:
But... did Sir Belduke really choose such an agonising death for himself? It doesn't seem like he suffered that much.
Greyerl:
...I would like to know that too.
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl...
Greyerl:
You mean to say Master killed himself after exposing me as a witch? I...I cannot believe it! He...he just wouldn't commit suicide!
Barnham:
Indeed, we cannot take such a theory at face value! Had he committed suicide, I dare say he would have left a suicide note!
Phoenix:
............ I can't say why Sir Belduke committed suicide, but... I think there's a piece of evidence that can confirm his suicide was a possibility.
Barnham:
There...is a piece of evidence like that?!
Greyerl:
............
Judge:
If you have such evidence, you ought to present it to the court immediately. Present the evidence indicating that Sir Belduke's death could have been suicide!
Present Blank Letter
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"That's...Sir Belduke's letter."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmph. Well, what say you to that, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
I have a single piece of advice for you, Sir Blue Knight. Should you choose to end your life out of shame from showing such pitifully inappropriate evidence... make sure you do not forget to write a will.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Judge:
That is to say... showing that evidence was somewhat ill-judged.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... That was a bad slip-up.)
Espella:
How can we know why Sir Belduke would take his own life?
Luke:
Only Mr Belduke himself could know the reason why he did it!
Phoenix:
Well, yeah... (If only he'd left some kind of message explaining why... Unless... Could he have left behind a suicide note after all?)
Leads back to:
"If you have such evidence, you ought to present it to the court immediately."
Judge:
That's...Sir Belduke's letter. Let's see...it was addressed to the Storyteller, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
This is the last letter written by Sir Belduke. Now, if his death was a suicide... then this letter may well be his suicide note!
Barnham:
Barnham:
What we have here is nothing more than blank sheets of parchment. Whether or not there was a suicide note is something we can only speculate about.
Phoenix:
That's right. But there is one person who knows whether this letter was really a suicide note.
Barnham:
You mean...the person who swapped its contents... In other words... You...Jean Greyerl.
Judge:
Witness, you stole Sir Belduke's letter on the night of the crime. Tell us, what was written in it?
Greyerl:
............ I don't know.
Judge:
Wh-what? You don't know?
Greyerl:
I did steal the letter, yes. But...I don't know what its contents were.
Barnham:
You mean you have not read it...?
Greyerl:
I couldn't bring myself to read it. It seemed that if I did... everything that had happened since Master Belduke saved my life would be ruined in an instant. I've taken it out and held it in my hands many times... But no matter what, I just couldn't...
Espella:
Miss Greyerl...
Phoenix:
Can you tell us where that letter is now?
Greyerl:
............ I have it here.
Judge:
Oh!
Phoenix:
Uh... You're...carrying it around with you?! If you were searched, you would've been done for!
Greyerl:
That night...having killed Master Belduke, I decided to stay in his residence. I knew my identity would be revealed sooner or later, and I was ready for it.
Barnham:
...!
Greyerl:
So, until that time... I decided to always keep the letter with me. ...Milord.
Judge:
Yes, witness?
Greyerl:
If you don't mind, could you please read it aloud?
Phoenix:
...!
Greyerl:
Now that I'm here, in this place of judgement... I think I'm finally ready to hear what Master wrote.
Judge:
Hmph...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Greyerl. I think you should be the one to read it.
Greyerl:
...Me?
Phoenix:
Sir Belduke wrote this letter to the Storyteller as he was preparing to die. I think it's only right his last words should be read by you.
Greyerl:
............ Yes, you're right...I see. I understand. Please allow me to read the letter aloud.
My dear friend... I hope you will be able to forgive me for leaving this world of my own will. I have finally made this decision, having seen that accursed bell tower appear in the flames on that dreadful night. That lightning was a sign that we have angered the gods. What I have done cannot be forgiven. I can never escape from it. For the past few days, I have been thinking that it might be best to simply expose everything. This town's secret... The truth about the witch... Of course, I understand that secrets need to be kept. However, I have grown very tired. I'm afraid I cannot keep the secret any longer. I have only two concerns. The first is my daughter. It pains me to be leaving her alone in this world... Although, she probably doesn't think of me as her father.
Phoenix:
(A daughter...?)
Barnham:
Hmm? I was not aware that Sir Belduke had a daughter.
Luke:
Mr Belduke seemed to know a lot about this town... This town's "secret"... And the "truth" about the witch...
Phoenix:
Truth about the witch... Somehow I don't think he was talking about Ms Greyerl.
Greyerl:
............ The second matter weighing heavily on my mind... is that Jean will be left on her own. Ah!
Seeing her growing up so strong and righteous, in defiance of her fate, had given me hope. A short while ago, she brought me my usual, and what will be my last, drink. There are so many things I wanted to tell her, but I could only manage a "thank you". She is a very sharp child. Had I said any more, she would have caught on. You could call me a selfish man... But I didn't wish my last memory of her to be a sad one.
Greyerl:
Master... Master Belduke...
Phoenix:
............
If the fate handed to her by this town has made her life an ordeal until now... I hope from the bottom of my heart that a wonderful story awaits her next. I intend to leave my residence to her. And I would like you to look out for her. Alas, it is time for me to put my pen down. My dear friend... what I truly wish to express to you is too complicated for words. I hope one day you will understand. But for now, I bid you farewell. The time has come for me to go.
Phoenix:
............
Barnham:
............
Greyerl:
............
............
Greyerl:
...This...this letter...
It wasn't a denunciation of me being a witch...
Phoenix:
Master Belduke cared about you... until the very end.
Greyerl:
...Yes... ...How could I have forgotten...? I'm sure...I knew it all along... So why did I... How could I have done that to him?* (Voice-over only)
Espella:
...Miss Greyerl...
Barnham:
............ Milord.
Judge:
What is it, Inquisitor Barnham?
Barnham:
I think it is about time. ...For the guilty verdict.
Phoenix:
G-guilty...?
Barnham:
The inquisition withdraws the charges against Maya Fey... and charges Jean Greyerl with being a witch.
Greyerl:
............
Barnham:
All the evidence corroborates this accusation, and she even admits her guilt. Hence, the inquisition asks that the witch be found guilty and punished immediately.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Not so fast, Inquisitor Barnham!
Barnham:
What do you want now, Sir Blue Knight?
Phoenix:
Admittedly, Ms Greyerl did attempt to strangle Sir Belduke... but he had consumed a deadly poison and was already dead at the time! Therefore, she is not guilty of murder!
Barnham:
............
Phoenix:
And one more thing! It also wasn't Ms Greyerl who turned Professor Layton into gold. There was another witch present at the crime scene. The defendant, Maya, saw her too! To put it simply... Ms Greyerl didn't kill anyone!
Barnham:
............
Maya:
Yeah, she didn't kill anyone! And yet... you still want to burn her?!
Phoenix:
M-Maya!
Maya:
Do you even know how it feels to be put in this cage? It's like everyone's against you and it's super frightening! I'm not a witch... but I've been thrown into this cage and almost sentenced for something I didn't do! And now you're about to do the same to another person?! That's just not right!
Barnham:
............ Is that all you have to say?
Maya:
Huh?
Barnham:
The one who's in the wrong is not me, but you, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
...!
Barnham:
Whether the witch committed a crime or not is completely irrelevant. This is the Witches' Court. All witches must be punished by fire!
Maya:
But...that's crazy!
Phoenix:
(Why...why, Barnham?!)
Espella:
............
Judge:
Inquisitor Barnham is absolutely right. Being a witch is a crime. You understand that, don't you, Miss Greyerl?
Greyerl:
...Yes.
Judge:
...Very well then. The court is ready to issue the final verdict. Maya Fey is found innocent! And in her place...
Jean Greyerl is found guilty of being a witch and shall be cast into the fire!
Maya:
Nooooo, you caaaaaan't!
???:
Espella:
Please, hold the verdict!
Phoenix:
E-Espella!
Barnham:
What is it now, Espella Cantabella?
Judge:
There is nothing else we can do. This is the course of things, and you should know it well.
Barnham:
Indeed. "All witches shall be cast into the flames." That is the law of this town... A law that was written by your very own father. And furthermore, a law that has always been obeyed in the town of Labyrinthia.
Espella:
A town like this...should never exist in the first place!
What? Such insolence...That's heresy! She's criticising the Storyteller's Story!Even the Storyteller's daughter has no right to criticise the Story!
Espella:
Trials in which innocent people are sentenced to death by fire... I shall make sure this is the last one!
Phoenix:
What do you mean, Espella?
Espella:
Since you're all so keen on the rules created by the Storyteller, you should know exactly what I mean. The stipulation for ending the witch trials: "Once the Great Witch Bezella is burned, the witch trials will end." At present... I am under suspicion. You know very well why that is, don't you?
Judge:
You...you don't mean that you're...
Espella:
I am guilty. I am the Great Witch Bezella!
Barnham:
What?!
Espella:
Now, cast me into the flames! And let Miss Greyerl free!
Greyerl:
...! Miss Cantabella...
Espella:
This shall be the last of the witch trials! No one else need be burned hereafter!
Phoenix:
Espella, just what are you saying?! I can't let you do that!
Espella:
Please, Mr Wright! Let me do as I wish. I'm sorry, but this is a problem concerning the people of Labyrinthia!
Maya:
No, please don't do it!
Luke:
There must be another way! You don't need to do this!
Espella:
It's all right. Luke, Maya... Mr Wright...and Mr Layton. I truly appreciate all you have done for me.
Phoenix:
(This can't be happening!)
Judge:
Miss Cantabella... Your confession will have very serious... or rather, fatal consequences for you. May we assume that you fully understand those consequences and are willing to accept them?
Espella:
............ I am Espella Cantabella, the Storyteller's daughter. But I also have another name... I am the Great Witch Bezella. I have lived hidden in the dark pages of my father's Story, deceiving all of you. Many lives have been sacrificed because of me.
But that shall end today.
Judge:
Court attendants! Seize that woman! She is the Great Witch Bezella!
Anime cutscene
Maya:
Espella...
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
Espella, this just isn't right! Let's go! Nick, gimme a hand! Jump! Jump over there!
Espella:
B-but...
Maya:
Hurry!
Phoenix:
M-Maya!
Maya:
Help me, Niiiiiick!
Luke:
Espella! Quick...in here!
Phoenix:
Stop! You've got to stop! Mayaaaaaa!
To Be Continued...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There is something very strange about that last statement!
Judge:
I think not, defender.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
If anything here is strange, I'd say it was you, defender.
Barnham:
Indeed, Milord. A baker turned defender, clad in such an outlandish outfit...is the very epitome of "strange"!
Phoenix:
Uwaaaaaaahhh! Th-the defence abstains from commenting on the inquisition's fashion sense, Your Honour...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honour! There's something odd in this witness' [sic] testimony!
Judge:
Hm...? I don't see anything odd...
Phoenix:
There's a...um...contradiction... somewhere in there...I think...
Judge:
From the look on your face, I can see you are not convinced. Hearing such a weak objection has put me in foul spirits... I think a penalty is in order.
Phoenix:
(Come on, is that really enough reason to punish me...?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
That's rather hopeless. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
It's...hopeless?
Judge:
Yes. Entirely so. In fact, it's so hopeless it doesn't merit talking about it. And here is the punishment for your hopeless performance.
Phoenix:
(Saying everything I do is "hopeless" feels like sufficient punishment, to be honest...)
Question Emeer Punchenbaug incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
May I have your attention, Mr Emeer?
Emeer:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* C'mon, let me finish me drink first, Bluey!
Phoenix:
Are you...done yet?
Emeer:
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Phoenix:
Haven't you had enough?
Emeer:
*glug* *glug* *glug* *glug* *glug* *glug* *glug* *glug*
Phoenix:
Okay, I get the hint... Forget I asked.
Judge:
In that case, let us continue with the interrogation.
Question Primstone incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
May I ask you a question, Ms Primstone?
Ms Primstone:
Dearie, dearie me! Oh dearie, dearie me! My dear, do not frighten me so! I feel like a schoolgirl caught napping during class...
Phoenix:
Do you have something to say about the testimony we've just been hearing?
Ms Primstone:
Ms Primstone's lesson number one! "Asking questions leads to nothing but trouble!" As soon as people learned to speak, they began to get themselves into trouble with silly questions! This will be on the exam!
Espella:
I feel sorry for her pupils, having to learn about her gloomy outlook on the world.
Phoenix:
(Quite frankly, I feel more sorry for US, Espella...)
Judge:
Carry on with the interrogation!
Question Birdly incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Mr Birdly, can I ask you something?
Birdly:
♪So many questions for Birdly the bard! But most of them I shall disregard!♪
I have felt your keen gaze upon me for a while now. You can't help admiring me, can you?
Phoenix:
Uhh... The statement you heard earlier... Was there anything you'd like to comment on?
Birdly:
Hmm, I wonder if there was. My peerless companion, what do you think?
Cracker:
Hang on! Hang on! Hang on! Hang on!
Espella:
Oh, Mr Wright! He's imitating you perfectly! How adorable...
Phoenix:
(I can't say I share your love for the bird, Espella. It feels like it's mocking me...)
Judge:
Carry on with the interrogation!
Question Luke Triton incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Luke, I have a question.
Luke:
Shh! Please don't disturb me right now, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Luke:
I'm busy...thinking about whether there's something suspicious in the other witnesses' testimonies!
Phoenix:
(So, that means...)
Espella:
You haven't noticed anything yet...
Phoenix:
(Oh well... Guess I'd better leave him to his thinking.)
Judge:
Carry on with the interrogation!
Question Jean Greyerl incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
I'd like to ask Sir Belduke's butler a question...
Greyerl:
What is it, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Did anything in the statement you've just heard catch your attentio-
Greyerl:
No, there was nothing in particular.
Phoenix:
............ Umm...
Greyerl:
I have nothing to say about it, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
(Cutting straight to the point without even letting me finish...)
Espella:
Unlike you, Mr Wright, Sir Belduke's butler is always ready to go.
Phoenix:
(Um... I'm sure you didn't mean it like that, Espella... At least I hope you didn't...)
Judge:
Carry on with the interrogation!
Question Lettie Mailer incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Do you mind if I ask you something, Ms Mailer?
Mailer:
Siiiiiiiirrr!
Phoenix:
............
Mailer:
So? You wanted something? What was it? What did you want to ask about?
Phoenix:
Thanks to that brain-piercing scream... I can't remember what it was now.
Barnham:
There are witnesses whom you should not bother without reason. Keep that in mind, Sir Blue Knight.
Judge:
Please don't badger that witness unless you absolutely need to...or we will all go deaf.
Phoenix:
(I'd say it was her screech that was badgering our ears, Your Honour...)
Judge:
Carry on with the cross-examination!
Too many penalties
Judge:
There is no need for this trial to go any further. It has been proven beyond all doubt what the accused truly is. The court is ready to issue its verdict regarding Maya Fey!
Guilty
Judge:
Being a witch is a crime in itself. Such evil beings must be purged from this world. Now, you despicable witch! Prepare to meet your fate in the flames!
The Grand Turnabout
Transcript
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Episode 5The Grand Turnabout
April 6, 10:02 AMOutside Grand TowerTower Plaza
Examine evidence
Front side of Yatagarasu's Badge
Edgeworth:
This is the badge that Kay is always wearing. It's emblazoned with the mark of the Yatagarasu and it really stands out. I doubt there are any thieves who would actually wear it.
Lotta:
So, what are y'all gonna do now? I reckon... yer through bein' a prosecutor, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes... that's true, I suppose. (I'm no longer a prosecutor. However...)
Kay:
You can't stop thinking about what Mr. de Killer said, right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed...
de Killer:
I congratulate you on resolving the case. However... ...can you truly say in good conscience that it has been solved?
Edgeworth:
(This case isn't over yet... The person in the red hood who kidnapped Kay at Gourd Lake... And this letter from an unknown sender. Someone's schemes are at work behind this case...)
Lotta:
Must be tough havin' a case you just solved still naggin' at the back of yer mind. Well, I got some investigatin' of my own to be doin', so I'll be off!
Kay:
That's amazing! You've already decided on your next scoop?
Lotta:
What're ya sayin' there, missy!? Don't you be underestimatin' the likes of Lotta Hart! I've covered a lotta scoops, ya know? I always have an extra scoop or two up my sleeves...
???:
S-Someone! Help!
Kay:
Yikes! What's that!?
???:
S-Someone! P-Please help!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. This woman is...) What's happened!?
???:
S-Somebody's dead! A m-monster...!
Edgeworth:
(A... monster?)
Lotta:
I-It's a scoop! A scoop's callin' me!
???:
Please follow me! It's this way!
Kay:
Has something else happened? Again!?
Edgeworth:
I don't know... At any rate, we should follow her for now.
April 6, 10:05 AMOutside Grand TowerTemporary Film Lot
Kay:
Eh!? These are...!?
Lotta:
G-Genuine hoofprints!
Edgeworth:
(Hoofprints? Impossible! No animal could be this large...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Look!
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang...! Why is he here?)
Kay:
Ah! Someone's on the ground!
Edgeworth:
(It can't be... The president of Zheng Fa... Di-Jun Huang!)
Lang:
........
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang!
Lang:
......Mr. Prosecutor. Didn't take you long to get here.
Edgeworth:
What happened?
Lang:
What... happened? Ha! That's what I'd like to know!
Edgeworth:
(It would seem that he's in a considerable amount of shock over the president's death. However... ...what exactly are these giant footprints...? And what could have happened to the president?)
Lotta:
It's a m... m... monster!
Edgeworth:
A... monster?
Lotta:
Yessiree! Lookie here! Ain't no doubt about it, these are clearly the footprints of a monster! On this day, mankind received a grim reminder: we live in fear of the Mighty Moozilla!
Edgeworth:
(Mighty... Moozilla...?)
Lotta:
This here's a scoop! I got myself a scoop! "Man Trampled to Death by Monster!" I reckon it'll be the top story in tomorrow's paper!
Edgeworth:
(What nonsense... There are no such things as monsters... Wait, it can't be...?)
Huang:
I am Di-Jun Huang. I have heard of your deeds. You saved my country from a great crisis.
Edgeworth:
The real assassin was you all along...!
de Killer:
That is correct. I received a request from a key individual... ...to take the president's life...
Edgeworth:
(That man... could he have...?)
Lang:
Hey, you! Were you the first to discover the body?
???:
Y-Yes, I...! Umm, well.
Edgeworth:
(! Agent Lang?)
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "First come, first suspected." You! Did you really just discover the body!?
???:
O-O-O-O-O-Of course!
Kay:
Please calm down! You're scaring her!
Edgeworth:
(He does seem to have lost his composure...)
Lang:
Tch. Calm down!? How am I supposed to calm down? Do you know who's been murdered!? Di-Jun Huang... the president of Zheng Fa!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...Agent Lang. This isn't like you.
Lang:
!
Edgeworth:
When we first met, you had an army of subordinates under your command... ...and you boasted of having the highest arrest rate in Interpol. And what now? Did you forget the fundamentals of investigation along with all of your men?
Lang:
What... did you say...?
Edgeworth:
Instead of questioning people at random, you should investigate the crime scene first. Am I wrong?
Lang:
........Tch! I don't need you to tell me that. ...I'll do a thorough investigation.
Edgeworth:
(Well. At least it seems he's calmed for now...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Let's investigate too!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Let us investigate. (Right now, I do not have any investigation rights, but until the police arrive...)
Lotta:
What're y'all sayin'? Ain't it obvious who dunnit!? The man behind it all is the Mighty Moozilla! Hm? Well, I guess it ain't the "man" behind it, more like the "monster" behind it, ya know?
Edgeworth:
Good grief... Could you please just try not to interfere with the investigation?
Lotta:
Shut yer trap! Yer the one who better not be stickin' yer nose in my business! I ain't forgivin' ya if ya mess up my scoop!
???:
Umm... Excuse me.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. It's the woman who first discovered the body. I feel like I've seen her before...)
???:
You're... Mr. Edgeworth, right? Do you remember me?
Edgeworth:
Umm. Y-Yes. That case... from before...
Kay:
Huh? Do you know her?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I do. (At least I think I do...)
Kay:
My name's Kay Faraday! I'm Mr. Edgeworth's assistant!
Penny:
My. You have such a cute assistant? I'm Penny Nichols. I'm an assistant at Global Studios. I'm in charge of the props and sets. It's nice to meet you.
Edgeworth:
(Yes, that was it... I once handled a case that occurred during the filming of the Steel Samurai. This woman was a member of the show's staff, and she was involved in the incident. I must have met with her on numerous occasions over the course of the case... ...but to be honest, I had completely forgotten about her...) It's nice to see you again. The fact that you are here must mean that this place is...
Penny:
Yes! This is sort of an outdoor film lot for Global Studios. They're shooting a movie here right now. I was the first to arrive today, to set everything up for the filming... ...but everything seemed strange... Those giant footprints... and that... d-dead body...
Edgeworth:
I see. We shall examine the body. At any rate, could you please contact the police?
Penny:
Y-Yes! Right away!
Edgeworth:
(I'll have to take the time to listen to her story later... First, let's examine the scene. There are many things besides the body that concern me. I'll need to examine every nook and cranny of this place...)
Begin Investigation
Outside Grand TowerTemporary Film Lot
Logic
"Rear entrance forced open" and "Combination lock"
Edgeworth:
The front entrance, which leads to the Tower Plaza, was locked with a combination lock. At the other hand... the lock on the rear entrance, which leads to the Grand Tower, was broken. Now, where does this lead us?
Kay:
Heh heh heh! I know this one! The culprit entered from the rear entrance, right!?
Edgeworth:
Exactly. And knowing this... we now understand one more critical fact. The culprit must be someone who didn't know the number to unlock the combination lock.
Kay:
Right! If they knew the code, it would've been way easier to enter from the front entrance! Entering through the back door is common sense for a thief. It's much less conspicuous. We can't underestimate a culprit who thinks like a thief! Please keep your guard up!
Edgeworth:
(She sure becomes lively all of a sudden when this subject gets brought up...) To put it simply, everyone involved with the movie knows the combination for the lock. In other words, it's quite likely that the culprit is someone who is not involved with the film.
Combination Lock data jotted down in my Organizer.
"Dented fence" and "Broken horn"
Edgeworth:
The dent in this fence... and the broken horn... Neither of these things were there yesterday evening. Based on the fact that these two things have changed...
Kay:
Ah! Could Moozilla's head have...!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. The head that was on the rooftop (Monster's head - It may have rolled off the studio roof and tumbled to the ground.) may have tumbled down onto the ground. This is a new possibility. (Which would mean that...)
"Stepped on by a monster?" and "Monster's head"
Edgeworth:
We may have found the missing murder weapon...
Kay:
Eh! Really!?
Edgeworth:
At the moment, I can only say that it is just a possibility... If the giant monster head had fallen off from the studio roof...
Kay:
Ah! That could definitely be a murder weapon! Ms. Nichols, may we investigate the studio roof?
Penny:
The roof? OK, I understand! Go on ahead! But the stairs can be a little bit slippery, so please watch your step!
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
I still can't believe the president has been murdered... Do you think he was really trampled to death by a monster?
Edgeworth:
Surely you can't be serious? There are no such things as monsters.
Kay:
Whaaat!? So it wasn't a monster who did this? Then, who do you say killed the president!?
Edgeworth:
As the president of Zheng Fa, I'm sure there are more than a few people targeting his life. Just like Shelly de Killer tried to do, not too long ago.
Kay:
So, you think he was killed by someone like Mr. de Killer?
Edgeworth:
I can't say for certain yet... but neither can I deny that possibility.
Kay:
But, we can't deny the possibility of him being killed by a monster, either! I mean, just take a look at all these monster's footprints! Plus, a horn-like object was lying on the ground next to the president.
Edgeworth:
(A horn-like object...? I can't say for certain that it's not related to this case. Perhaps I should take a moment and compare it with the evidence I have on hand.)
Agent Lang
Kay:
I never would have thought we'd run into Mr. Lang in a place like this! But, he didn't seem to be in a very good mood though.
Edgeworth:
It's understandable. Agent Lang is from the Republic of Zheng Fa. With President's Huang's death, he must have a lot on his mind.
Kay:
Come to think of it, he doesn't have his men-in-black in tow with him today either. I always picture him with an army of subordinates following him around...
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang... I wonder if something has happened to him?)
Moozilla (after examining broken lock and talking about "Broken horn" with Penny)
Edgeworth:
Did you already know about this "Moozilla" monster?
Kay:
Nope. I just learned about it today! I mean, the movie came out 12 years ago, right? Back then, I was just a cute little girl! But, the "Mighty Moozilla" sure does sound pretty sweet!
Edgeworth:
Heh... It certainly does seem like the kind of movie you would enjoy.
Kay:
Well, duh, it's a giant monster! What's not to like about giant monsters!?
Edgeworth:
I for one can't understand the appeal of these so-called "giant monsters".
Kay:
Well, I don't get what's so great about the Steel Samurai!
Edgeworth:
Ugh...! Kay! I'll have you know, the Steel Samurai is...
Kay:
Yeah, yeah. More importantly, shouldn't we get back to our investigation now? Why don't we take a minute to reorganize any information we haven't yet put together? We might be able to make a new connection!
Edgeworth:
Yes... Indeed.
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Kay:
Eureka! Seeing this badge... just gave me a great idea! As a token of appreciation for everything you've done for me, Mr. Edgeworth... ...I'm gonna carve an awesome badge for you out of an eraser. Should I carve your face from the side? Or from the front? Hmm, maybe a diagonal view...
Edgeworth:
(Why are you so set on the theme being my face...?)
Kay:
Ah! But if it's something new you want, how about a view from directly below?
Edgeworth:
(This badge has quickly gone from "awesome" to "awful"...)
Letter from Unknown or Grand Tower
Kay:
When my memory was gone, I... ...I felt like I was walking through a freezing rain the entire time. But, when it all came back...
Edgeworth:
...Did something happen when you regained your memory?
Kay:
Nope... It's nothing. Thank you so very much!
Edgeworth:
...Kay. I am not the one who recovered your memories. The person you should thank is the one who had you write in that notebook.
Kay:
Daddy! Mr. Edgeworth! Thank you both so much! ...Eheheh. I feel a lot better now!
Edgeworth:
If you're going to shout, please give a little more consideration to the time and place...
Crime Scene Notes
Kay:
Mr. President... We only just exposed the fake assassination, I can't believe he was really assassinated...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It's quite tragic, but no matter how you look at it, this time he's truly gone. Our final parting gift to him will be uncovering the truth behind this case.
Kay:
That's right. This'll be... a paycheck for the president!
Edgeworth:
I think you mean "payback", Kay.
Monster Movie Flyer, Moozilla's Head, or Moozilla Doll
Kay:
The Mighty Moozilla vs Gourdy! What an earth-shattering battle that would be! Gourdy tries to devour Moozilla! But, the horns get caught, so it can't swallow Moozilla whole! Moozilla tries biting back! But, Gourdy's skin is really slick, so Moozilla can't chomp down. Oh, this kind of buildup always gets my heart pounding!
Edgeworth:
(I'll never understand why today's youth get so invested in these things...)
Anything else
Kay:
I believe that even a Great Thief has rights. For example, we have the right to choose what we want to steal.
Edgeworth:
(I guess she doesn't consider this valuable.)
Monster costume
Edgeworth:
There is a monster costume in front of this building.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Is that really a costume? Maybe it's actually the monster who made all these footprints, and it just shrunk itself down!
Edgeworth:
......I'll say this one more time, so listen carefully. There is a monster costume in front of this building. It's just a costume!
Lighting equipment
Edgeworth:
This seems to be the lighting equipment they're using for the film.
Kay:
...Ah, that's right! There's something I wanted to ask you, Mr. Edgeworth! When I'm stealing something, can you use this to make me look cool in a spotlight?
Edgeworth:
You want someone to shine a light on you when you're stealing something?
Kay:
Well, duh! If the Yatagarasu's handiwork can't be seen because it's too dark... ...wouldn't you feel bad for the people watching?
Edgeworth:
(You're planning to steal things with an audience looking on...?)
Penny Nichols
Penny:
I'm sorry about earlier... I was... a little flustered.
Discovery of the body
Edgeworth:
Were you here alone?
Penny:
Yes. I arrived before everyone else today in order to get things prepared. When I entered the lot, I immediately noticed... those giant hoofprints.
Kay:
The monster's footprints, right!? Weren't you surprised?
Penny:
Yes. Because they hadn't been there yesterday evening.
Edgeworth:
(So that means the footprints were made last night...)
Penny:
Well, when I first saw them, I thought they were a part of the set. But, when I got closer to the studio, I saw that a person had collapsed.
Edgeworth:
You didn't notice until you got closer...?
Penny:
Lately, it seems my eyesight has gotten worse again, and my glasses aren't strong enough. As I approached the body, I finally realized what it was. I was so scared, I ran away.
Edgeworth:
(And that was when she ran into us...)
Filming a movie
Edgeworth:
You said they were... filming a movie? Could it be... the Steel Samurai...?
Penny:
No.
Edgeworth:
(So it wasn't...)
Penny:
We're making a monster movie this time around. Have you ever hears of the "Mighty Moozilla" series?
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but no...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth isn't interested in anything other than the Steel Samurai after all!
Edgeworth:
Th-That's not...
Penny:
I guess that's to be expected, as the promotion for the film hasn't really started yet. "The Mighty Moozilla! Its revival breaks its 12 years of silence!" It's the long awaited sequel to the original series, so the staff are all fired up! The film is set at the Grand Tower, so we're filming on location around this area.
Edgeworth:
(Come to think of it, yesterday...)
Gumshoe:
What's wrong, pal!? Did something happen at the Grand Tower!?
Cuuuuuut! Cut, cut, cut, cuuuut!
???:
E-Excuse me! We're sort of in the middle of shooting a movie, and umm...
Edgeworth:
(I saw them filming something then. It must have been this...)
Kay:
I bet it ends with Moozilla completely destroying the Grand Tower!
Penny:
Tee-hee. I wonder? You'll have to look forward to finding out in the theaters. If you like, you can have this.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Let's see...
The Battle of the Century! Now... it meets its greatest rival! "Mighty Moozilla vs Gourdy"
Edgeworth:
(Wait... Gourdy?)
Penny:
This time, it won't just be Moozilla, a rival monster appears as well! Have you heard of it? Gourdy of Gourd Lake.
Kay:
Ah! Wasn't it the talk of the town two or three years ago? It's a mysterious monster living in Gourd Lake! By chance, someone took a photo of it!
Edgeworth:
(It wasn't just the talk of the town, it was also involved in a case from my past. Gourdy... huh. Now there's a name I don't really want to remember.)
Penny:
When the director caught wind of that rumor, he decided to add it into the story.
Edgeworth:
(I get the feeling he was a bit late to catch on...)
Penny:
Please look forward to seeing the showdown between these two rival monsters!
Monster Movie Flyer data jotted down in my Organizer.
After examining horn
Edgeworth:
(Is there anything out of place with what I've investigated so far?)
The entrance
Edgeworth:
(I should confirm what the security situation was like at the scene of the crime.) Ms. Nichols. Was the entrance to this place locked?
Penny:
Yes. It's locked with this.
Kay:
It's one of those types where you have to put in the correct numbers to open it, right?
Edgeworth:
About this combination lock, was it also properly locked today?
Penny:
Yes. When I arrived here today, it was locked tight.
Edgeworth:
Who knows the combination?
Penny:
The producer, the director, the staff, and the actors... I think everyone involved in the movie knew about it.
Edgeworth:
(So anyone involved with the film could have opened the combination lock (Combination lock - Used on front entrance. Only the cast and crew knew the combination.) and gone in.)
Broken horn
Edgeworth:
About this horn... Have you ever seen it before?
Penny:
Huh? That's Moozilla's horn. It's a model we made to use in our ad campaign. ...Where was it?
Edgeworth:
It was on the ground by the back entrance.
Penny:
That's strange... Moozilla's head should have been stored on the studio roof.
Edgeworth:
I suppose the head would have to be rather large, wouldn't it?
Penny:
Yes! It's not as big as the real thing, of course, but it's still quite large! Look. You can see it from here. See? It's right there.
Edgeworth:
It certainly is large... (Broken horn - Was lying next to the body. Had been stored on the roof last night.)
Present
Monster's Footprints
Penny:
...If I remember correctly, the Moozilla in our film also has split hooves.
Edgeworth:
Surely, you're not suggesting that the president was trampled to death by a monster?
Penny:
Oh, no! Rather, speaking as a member of the studio staff... ...I don't believe Moozilla would commit a murder. Giant monsters only bother the people in the movies. That's the cardinal rule for those involved in monster movies.
Edgeworth:
(Indeed. It would be problematic if it weren't that way.)
Monster Movie Flyer or Moozilla's Head
Penny:
Moozilla is a symbol of nature. That's why it destroys cities.
Edgeworth:
(That's a rather sketchy explanation...)
Penny:
It uses its horns to attack, but that's not its only technique. It has a Sonic Moo sound wave attack, a sticky drool spray, dual milk shooters... ...a BBQ smokescreen diversion, and a leather shows & bags production line ultra combo.
Kay:
The more you describe it... the less powerful it sounds.
Penny:
Well, making it look powerful is a job for us filmmakers, after all!
Edgeworth:
(...Won't the producers of the movie get mad at them?)
Anything else
Penny:
Ahh! Th-That's!
Edgeworth:
Hmm? Do you know something about this?
Penny:
Huh...? I-I'm sorry! I think I was just mistaken. Lately, the prescription of my glasses hasn't been quite right. I deeply apologize for my shameful behavior!
Edgeworth:
(That's not something you need to apologize for...)
(Clearing "Discovery of the body", "Filming a movie", "The entrance" and "Broken horn" "Talk" option before examining film crane and vinyl sheets leads to:)
Kay:
There sure are a lot of interesting things around here!
Penny:
Tee-hee. It's the equipment we use for filming. The Moozilla costume and the camera crane.
Kay:
They really are treasures! I'm getting kinda excited!
Edgeworth:
(It's possible that some of this equipment was used in the crime... I'd better take a closer look.)
Shi-Long Lang
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. So we meet again.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Just a few days ago, we met at the detention center...
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. What brings you here?
Lang:
Just some boring work. Nothing you need to know about.
Lang:
Tch. You always pick the worst time to show up. Anyone ever tell you that bad things happen when you're around? Just don't get in the way of my investigation, OK? I must avenge the death of our president...
Why were you here?
Edgeworth:
You arrived here before us... What were you doing in a place like this?
Lang:
.....You suspect me?
Edgeworth:
Heh... Come now.
Lang:
I heard a scream. It was the woman who found the body... After hearing the scream, I came in through that entrance over there. Apparently, it wasn't locked.
Edgeworth:
(Then why is there a lock on the ground over there...? I should take a closer look.)
Lang:
When I got in... ...woman who found the body was already running out the other exit over there.
Edgeworth:
(So he came here around the same time we did...) Why were you at the Grand Tower?
Lang:
Well... I had my reasons...
Edgeworth:
(...He also said something along those lines when we met at the detention center.)
Kay:
Maybe he's really a fan of giant monsters, and he came to sneak a peek at the Moozilla set?
Lang:
...Giant monsters? I've no interest in such things.
Edgeworth:
(He clearly doesn't think the murderer is a monster either.)
President Huang
Edgeworth:
It's regrettable what happened to the president...
Lang:
...Yeah. Huang was the pride of Zheng Fa. And yet...
Edgeworth:
It seems like you were quite close to the president.
Lang:
The previous head of the Lang clan, my father, served under President Huang. Protecting the life of the president has long been our clan's greatest duty. My old man received a great number of special medals from the president himself... As a token of his trust, the president left his will in the protection of the Lang clan. Those medals and that will, they were the pride of our clan. Our family treasures, so to speak. Tch. Who would've thought the day to unseal that will... would arrive so soon!
Kay:
So then. I guess the president was like a close family friend... ...Huh? But during the incident at Gourd Lake... ...why weren't you with the president, Mr. Lang?
Lang:
......Well. A lot has changed. It all happened over 12 years ago. Back then, he and my old man were close friends, and our clan protected the president's life. But then, he suddenly changed. It's as if he became an entirely different person... Nowadays, he doesn't even have a shred of faith in the police force of Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
(12 years ago... I wonder what went on them?)
Lang:
Even so, I still respect the man. Zheng Fa is a small country. But he carried the nation with his strength. Damn it! Just what were his bodyguards doing!?
Edgeworth:
Have you already contacted the embassy?
Lang:
Yeah, of course. I've also informed Zheng Fa and my clan as well. It's gotten pretty hectic there, what with the will and all... ...but it'll be the same here. Once the bodyguards show up. If you don't wanna see me rip into them, I suggest you get out of here soon.
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Lang:
That's what the little crow-girl's always wearing on her clothes, isn't it?
Kay:
It represents the most powerful animal in nature, my Yatagarasu Badge. Isn't it awesome!?
Lang:
Most powerful animal in nature...? Not so fast. I can't let that one slide. Lang Zi says: "The wolf is mightier than the crow." Just one slash from a wolf's claw and your little crow would be nevermore.
Kay:
Take that back, Wolfy! Thief Girl says: "The crow soars above all others." I'll swoop in to peck the wolf to pieces and then fly back up to avoid the wolf's claws!
Lang:
Don't underestimate a wolf's jumping ability! It'll bite the crow before it can fly away!
Kay:
A crow can flap its wings so hard, it'll blow the big bad wolf away!
Lang:
Grrrrr...
Kay:
Kaw kaw-kaw-kaw...
Edgeworth:
(They're squabbling like children.)
Monster's Footprints or Monster Movie Flyer
Lang:
Tch. Moozilla? What're you asking me about that for?
Edgeworth:
I won't say the culprit is a monster, but it seems a little too early to say it's unrelated. If you know anything, then by all means, please tell me.
Lang:
Hmph. The president always had a Moozilla doll with him. I've caught a glimpse of it on occasion. That's how I knew.
Edgeworth:
(A Moozilla doll, huh... Indeed, there was one inside the president's plane.)
Kay:
So even a foreign president was a fan. Moozilla sure has international appeal. You know how different countries have different sounds for animal noises? So, I wonder what kind of sounds a foreign Moozilla would make?
Edgeworth:
(I don't even know what kind of sound a domestic Moozilla would make...)
Crime Scene Notes
Lang:
Damn it! You don't have to show me that! Whoever killed the president... ...you can be damned well sure I'm gonan catch 'em!
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang... Whenever President Huang is brought up, he seems to lose his composure.)
Kay:
I kinda feel bad for Mr. Lang... Isn't there anything we can do for him?
Edgeworth:
Yes. And it is for that reason we must listen carefully to what he has to say.
Anything else
Lang:
You keep shoving irrelevant nonsense under my nose... ...and I'll chew it to pieces!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I think I should put this away for now.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Lang:
...Mr. Prosecutor. Right now, I'm just a single Interpol agent. A literal lone wolf. They probably won't let me be in charge of the investigation. But you better believe... my fangs are as sharp as ever...! I'd definitely capture the culprit with my own hands. And you'd better not get in my way.
Body
Kay:
Wow... It really is the president.
Edgeworth:
Yes. (To think we saw him alive just a few days ago...)
Kay:
That would make this a presidential assassination, right?
Edgeworth:
This is a bit flashy for an assassination...
Before deducing and examining ground and body
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing and examining ground and body
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Ground around the body
Kay:
There are broken pieces of concrete scattered all around the president.
Edgeworth:
Yes. They were probably scattered about when the ground got damaged.
Kay:
And that must have been when the monster's foot went "Thud!"
Edgeworth:
If the culprit... was actually a monster.
Monster's Footprints data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Hmm... It kinda looks like a hoof, the way it's split in two like that! Yup, it definitely looks like a monster's footprint to me! And there's even three of them (Three footprints - There are three footprints at the scene. They are shaped like hooves.), Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
There are no such things as monsters. Do you honestly believe they exist?
Kay:
No, not really... but wouldn't it be cool if they did exist!?
Edgeworth:
...We're searching for the truth, Kay. Not for what is cool.
Body
Edgeworth:
There are no visible external wounds... but it's clear that he's already passed away.
Kay:
So then, I guess he really did get stepped on by a... a...
Edgeworth:
A monster (Stepped on by a monster? - The president was found dead in the middle of what looks like a footprint.)...? Hmph. That's impossible.
Kay:
Huh? Don't the president's clothes look a bit dirty to you?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, there appears to be some sort of yellow stain...
Kay:
I bet it's monster drool!
Edgeworth:
Kay, please be more serious. We'll need to have forensics take a closer look at this stain. (So, this was the state of the body... I should make a note of it.)
Crime Scene Notes jotted down in my Organizer.
Horn
Kay:
What's this white thing...? W-Wait! Is this a bone!? Looks like we've got a new case on our hands!
Edgeworth:
It looks less like a bone... and more like some kind of horn.
Deduce (after talking about "Filming a movie")
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce horn and present Monster Movie Flyer
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Doesn't this horn belong to that monster, Moozilla?"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
There's a connection between this spot and the evidence... I think!
Kay:
Huh! What's the connection!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... That's what I'm going to figure out right now.
Kay:
What!? You haven't figured it out yet!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (I guess that was wrong. Wasn't there something that fell near the victim that was bothering me? I should look into that before going any further.)
Edgeworth:
Doesn't this horn belong to that monster, Moozilla?
Kay:
You're right! It looks just like it! Maybe it's a prop for the film?
Edgeworth:
Based on the size of the horn... the head should be quite large.
Kay:
I wonder how it ended up here.
Edgeworth:
I'm sure we'll find out if we ask someone on the staff.
Lotta Hart
Lotta:
Whaddaya want!? I'm a busy gal! Ya best not get in my way!
Edgeworth:
Why are you so obsessed with that monster? Such a thing couldn't possibly exist...
Lotta:
What'd ya say...!? I ain't lettin' that pass! Moozilla lives! I'm sure of it! It's the mightiest monster on this side of the Pacific Rim.
Edgeworth:
I don't suppose you have some kind of basis for that?
Lotta:
I..... saw it with my own two eyes.
Kay:
What!? You saw it...? No way...
Lotta:
Yes way! The Mighty Moozilla was really here! Last night, when I was on the 51st floor of the Grand Tower.
Edgeworth:
You mean when you were snooping around the black market auction...
Lotta:
That's right! It was right around when I took this here photo!
Kay:
That's the photo of the person in the red hood! This was Jill Crane, right?
Lotta:
Ya see those blinds next to the red hood... Well, the Mighty Moozilla was on the other side!
Kay:
.......Err. But there's nothing in the photo...
Lotta:
It's mighty hard to capture somethin' like that from such a distance! But I seen it plain as day! Moozilla's giant eye eas peerin' in through those blinds!
Edgeworth:
(The monster was peering in?)
Lotta:
Lookie here! Now ain't the time for this! I gotta gather my materials! Ya'll are in my way! Now go on, git! Shoo! Shoo!
Edgeworth:
(How absurd...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, you must be completely dumbfounded right now, aren't you?
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. Was it that clearly written on my face?)
Film crane
Kay:
...I wonder what this iron pole is for? Oh, maybe it's used to practice tree climbing?
Edgeworth:
No, this is a film crane. It's used to capture footage from high locations. Right now it's not attached, but normally there would be a camera connected to the end.
Kay:
I get it! This would be perfect for scoping out the places you're trying to steal from...! Do you think they would let me borrow this?
Edgeworth:
And how exactly, may I ask, do you intend to bring it back home with you?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, you can take the base, and I'll take the top part...
Edgeworth:
(...Does she actually expect me to help her?)
Kay:
If we take it nice and slow... we might be able to make it to your house, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
(...Not only do you want me to help you carry it, but you plan to leave it at my house!?)
Vinyl sheets
Kay:
Ah! It's one of those sheets you lay out on the floor when you're having a picnic!
Edgeworth:
It's definitely a vinyl sheet, however... (I don't think it's for picnics.)
Penny:
Umm... Mr. Edgeworth. I-If I may... That's actually a waterproof sheet. It's used with the camera crane over there. We'll cover the camera crane with it when it's raining.
Kay:
Then, this sheet... must be pretty big.
Penny:
Yes. It would be pointless if we didn't cover up the entire crane. The weather was overcast yesterday, so we've been using it quite a bit.
Broken lock
Edgeworth:
Ms. Nichols, where does this entrance lead to...?
Penny:
It's connected to the Grand Tower lot.
Edgeworth:
(Does this case also have something to do with that building? The building with a secret 51st floor, where the black market auctions were being held. It wouldn't be strange if it were still hiding a few more secrets...)
Grand Tower data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? This lock and chain...?)
Kay:
Ah! Someone cut through the chain!
Penny:
What? I'm sure it was locked up properly yesterday though.
Edgeworth:
Then, it's possible the culprit forced his way in through here... (Rear entrance forced open - The chain on the rear entrance was cut. Did the culprit do it?)
Penny:
Ahh!
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What is it...?)
Penny:
It's completely dented in... How did this happen!?
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. There is indeed a huge dent in the fence over there. Something rather heavy must have struck it, in order to make a dent like that.
Penny:
It wasn't like that at all yesterday...
Edgeworth:
(It wasn't...? So this dent (Dented fence - Yesterday it was still fine. Did it get struck by something heavy?) was made last night...)
Broken lock (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
This leads to the Grand Tower.
Kay:
But from where I'm standing, all I can see are just your everyday run-of-the-mill buildings. I don't see anyone special around here either.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. At least from where we're standing, that is. ...Now then, we have no time to waste. We should get back to investigating the film lot.
(Connecting "Stepped on by a monster?" and "Monster's head" Logic leads to:)
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. I'm going to take my leave here for a bit. There's something I have to check...
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang. I wonder if he's caught onto something?) Hm?
???:
........ ........
Lang:
........
???:
.....Move it.
Lang:
What'd you say? Guess you're just a brat with no manners.
???:
...And you're an annoying old man. Quit your yapping already.
Lang:
!
Penny:
I-I'm terribly sorry! Come on, John!
Lang:
Tch!
Penny:
Oh! What were you doing!?
???:
.......Who was that?
Penny:
Someone from the police! Why'd you suddenly pick a fight with him?
???:
Hmph.
Kay:
That sure was a tense standoff!
Edgeworth:
(He didn't budge an inch, even before Agent Lang...)
Penny:
Ah! Allow me to introduce you! This is John Marsh. He's the lead actor in our movie.
Edgeworth:
(The lead actor... is this child?)
Kay:
Hi! I'm Kay Faraday. Nice to meet you!
Edgeworth:
And this is Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth.
John:
.......Prosecutor?
Penny:
He's a pretty famous prosecutor, you know.
John:
But he's not wearing a prosecutor's badge.
Edgeworth:
Gah! (He's frightfully perceptive...)
Penny:
Ah! John, it's probably better if you didn't go over there...
John:
............
Edgeworth:
(That's certainly not a sight a child should see... However, he is someone involved with the case. I'll need to speak with him later.)
Upstairs
Edgeworth:
May we see the roof?
Penny:
Yes, of course! Go right ahead!
Edgeworth:
(So, this is... Moozilla?)
Kay:
Huh? Somehow this doesn't feel quite right... See, this looks way cooler. ...And he doesn't have a nose ring either.
Penny:
Ah, I see. You two aren't familiar with Moozilla. This is Moozilla's original design from 12 years ago!
Kay:
Whaaat!? Th-Then, what's this?
Penny:
That's our take on it for the new movie. We revamped the design to appeal to modern audiences!
Kay:
"Revamped"...? But it looks totally different! And, no matter how you look at this one...
Edgeworth:
...it's a cow...
Penny:
Well, of course. After all, Moozilla was originally a cow monster.
Kay:
A c-cow monster...?
Penny:
Having a cow, an animal that humans are very familiar with, turn into a monster... ...allows us to question mankind's relationship with nature! That's the theme of Moozilla.
Kay:
......Meh. I just don't get it.
Edgeworth:
Nor do I...
Before examining model and table
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining model and table
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Heater
Kay:
There's a heater here. Do you think the staff uses it to keep themselves warm?
Edgeworth:
It's possible. Although it may be spring, it can still get rather chilly at night.
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth! People are gonna think you're an old geezer if you say stuff like that! Even in the best of times, you tend to see things like an old man... Can't you at least TRY to be more cheerful and lively when you talk?
Edgeworth:
(Do I really seem that unlively...?)
Paint thinner
Edgeworth:
There is a can of paint thinner here. It's probably used for making props.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, doesn't the area around here look kinda burnt?
Edgeworth:
It does. This spread-out blue sheet, newspaper, and the side of this can all look burnt.
Kay:
Hmm. I wonder if this Moozilla's head can also shoot out flames? Well, this old Moozilla design doesn't really look like it could breathe fire anyways.
Edgeworth:
(That's not our main concern... but I'm certainly curious.)
Model
Penny:
We made this replica of the original Moozilla's head for promotional purposes. We'll be using it to let people know that the film is a sequel to the original series.
Kay:
I guess it would be hard for people to tell that they're the same monster.
Edgeworth:
As we suspected, one of the horns appears to be broken...
Kay:
So, did this head really crush the president?
Edgeworth:
It's possible, however... there's something I don't quite understand.
Kay:
What's that?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Nichols. This head looks rather heavy... How do you transport it?
Penny:
Ah, it's made so that it can be taken apart. It's not that hard, if you know how to do it. But, if you don't know how, it'd be pretty much impossible, I think.
Edgeworth:
(Which means it would be difficult for anyone not involved in the film...) When taken apart, would it be possible for one person to carry it alone?
Penny:
Definitely. Given enough time, even I could do it!
Moozilla's Head data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(However, this face is...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Umm... I feel like I've seen this cow somewhere before...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I was just thinking the exact same thing. (It was on board the president's plane... ...and in the storeroom of the black market auction...) The president's stuffed toy...
Kay:
So, that was a doll of the original Moozilla...
Edgeworth:
(Could this really be just a coincidence?)
Moozilla Doll data jotted down in my Organizer.
Model (subsequent times)
Kay:
Since he had a Moozilla doll with him, maybe the president was a big fan. And, his love for Moozilla was so great that he tried picking up the head and got crushed.
Edgeworth:
I doubt a normal person would have the strength to lift this up. Since he wasn't involved with the movie, he wouldn't have known how to take it apart.
Kay:
Hmm. If Moozilla really existed, that would explain everything though... Can't you just connect the pieces in that direction for once...? With logic, I mean.
Edgeworth:
Please don't give me that look.
Table
Edgeworth:
Some sort of wooden stand has fallen over. The area around it seems to be burnt black.
Penny:
Huh? Moozilla's head should have been on that stand...
Kay:
But, the legs have broken off... It doesn't look like it can be used anymore.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. The broken legs seem to be badly burnt. I think it's safe to assume that a small fire occurred here.
Kay:
A small fire, huh? Is that what burnt and broke the legs of the stand?
Edgeworth:
When the legs broke, the stand would have tilted. If Moozilla's head was on top of the stand...
Kay:
...it would've fallen off! So, the head fell down because of the fire!
Edgeworth:
Yes. And if that's the case, I also have a pretty good idea what caused the fire. There's a flammable can next to the heater. It seems someone is lacking in safety awareness.
Penny:
Oooh... I'm sorry. I'll make sure this doesn't happen again...! But, I don't think anyone used the heater yesterday...
Edgeworth:
(I see. In that case... I wonder what caused the fire?)
Light stand
Kay:
I could probably carry a light stand of this size on my shoulder.
Edgeworth:
Kay. Don't tell me you're planning to steal this.
Kay:
Of course not! But if I carried this around with me... ...I could shine a spotlight on you whenever you shout >Objection!Edgeworth:
Never, please.
Penny Nichols
Present
Moozilla Doll
Penny:
Ah, that's a first-generation Moozilla plushie! ...So you knew about it?
Edgeworth:
No. I only happened to see the doll. I didn't know anything about the films.
Kay:
I think this is much cuter than the head on the roof. It's a little dirty though.
Penny:
That can't be helped. Those were sold quite a long time ago, after all. Back then, it was aimed at children, and it seems to have had moderate success. I heard a lot of them were sold as presents.
Kay:
If someone gave me one as a present, I'd want the new and improved version of Moozilla. If someone were to give me a present, that is!
Edgeworth:
(Why is she looking at me when she says that...?)
Commemorative Photo
Penny:
Ah. It's the photo that John brought.
Kay:
Who took this photo?
Penny:
The camera has a self-timer. We took it with just the three of us.
Edgeworth:
So, about the third person... Just who is in that Moozilla costume in the background?
Penny:
That's... actually, rather than me telling you, it'd be better if you found out for yourself. I think they'll be outside the studio lot, so if you get a chance later, please go there.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Later... huh. Understood. We'll do that.
John Marsh
John:
............
Edgeworth:
John was it? Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?
John:
...Hey old man, you really a prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
Yes. (Hmph. Old man...?)
John:
Then, first show me your prosecutor's badge.
Edgeworth:
I don't have my badge with me right now...
John:
Then, you can't prove you're a prosecutor, old man.
Edgeworth:
Ngh!
Kay:
Hmm. This kind is a tough nut to crack, isn't he? Want me to give it a try?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I'm counting on you Kay. (I'm not good with kids...)
John Marsh
Kay:
So John, you're an actor?
John:
.....Yeah. What about it?
Kay:
You're amazing! That's so cool!
John:
.....N-Not really.
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. Good grief. At least that seems to have worked.)
Kay:
Umm, about those horns...
John:
...Wh-What about them?
Penny:
John's horns are specially made prosthetics. John plays a young boy who has a special connection with Moozilla. He can communicate with Moozilla using those horns. Right, John?
John:
Shut up. Stop blabbering about that stupid stuff!
Penny:
Ooh... S-Sorry.
Edgeworth:
(I think I'm beginning to see the kind of relationship these two have...)
Kay:
But it must be amazing! To star in a movie! And you're only in elementary school!
John:
Penny:
Ah! D-Despite how he looks, John is 13 years old and he's already in middle school...
Kay:
Whaaat! But... he's so small. And he's wearing a kiddy backpack!
Penny:
The backpack is a part of his costume. He's an actor, after all.
Kay:
I-I see. But... he's still really tiny.
Penny:
I-It's probably better if you didn't talk about his height in front of...
John:
I thought I told you to stop blabbering about stupid stuff!
Penny:
S-Sorry!
Edgeworth:
(It seems the only thing that's not a prop is that milk carton.)
The president (appears after John Marsh)
John:
That guy over there... He's the president, right?
Kay:
Yup. Do you know him?
John:
.....Yeah. I've met him before.
Edgeworth:
(This boy... has met with the president?)
John:
.....Hmph. That guy makes me sick.
Kay:
Th-That's not a very nice thing to say. Why do you hate the president so much?
John:
........
Kay:
Huh... And now he's giving me the silent treatment...
Penny:
U-Um! The truth is, the president was involved in the film.
Edgeworth:
The president was involved in the film? What do you mean?
Penny:
He was supposed to have a brief cameo in the movie. He came by to look around the set some time ago. That was when he met with John.
Edgeworth:
Why would the president be appearing in this film?
Penny:
We heard he was a fan of the original Moozilla series... And so we made him an offer. We thought it would make great publicity, you see.
John:
...He comes on the movie set like he's on some sightseeing tour. It's so annoying.
Penny:
John, you really shouldn't say stuff like that. It's not nice.
John:
...Shut it.
Edgeworth:
(I guess he couldn't tolerate having an amateur appear in his film...)
Present
Monster Movie Flyer, Moozilla's Head, Moozilla Doll, or Commemorative Photo
John:
Moozilla only exists in the movies... For it to become an actual incident... The thought never even crossed my mind.
Edgeworth:
John. I'd like you to cooperate with the investigation.
John:
Hmph. In that case, maybe you should make me care enough to cooperate, old man.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... He's not very approachable.)
Kay:
John! If you cooperate with us, I'll give you some delicious candy!
John:
You think that'll work on me? Don't treat me like a kid!
Kay:
Aww. Even my candy crush attack didn't work. What a bummer.
Edgeworth:
(...Candy crush attack?)
Anything else
John:
What's that supposed to be? Giving me that isn't gonna land you a role in the film.
Edgeworth:
(I wasn't showing it to you so that I could be in the movie...)
Kay:
Hmm... So then, what do we have to do appear in the movie?
Edgeworth:
...Kay, let's just leave it at that, shall we?
(Clearing all "Talk" option leads to:)
Penny:
......
John:
......Oh, right. Here.
Penny:
What's this? Ah, was this from yesterday?
Edgeworth:
(A photo...?)
John:
...Yeah. Since it was developed, I brought it along with me. You can have it.
Penny:
I think it turned out quite nicely! So you brought it all the way here for me? Thank you so much.
John:
...No, not really. I just happened to have it with me.
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but... May I take a quick look at it?
Penny:
Oh, sure. Here you go!
Edgeworth:
(So this was taken yesterday... Neither the hoofprints nor the body are in it.)
Commemorative Photo data jotted down in my Organizer.
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining ground around the body, original Moozilla model and table, clearing all "Talk" options of Penny and John, and talking with Lotta leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
And with that, this portion of the investigation seems to be finished.
Kay:
So the murder weapon really is...
Edgeworth:
Yes. As it stands now, the possibility that it was the monster head is quite high.
Kay:
So he ended up being squashed by the falling head, huh...
Edgeworth:
Hm?
Lang:
Although they're extremely late to the party, the bodyguards and the police have finally arrived.
Bodyguard:
Mr. President!
Lang:
They really were... far too late.
Bodyguard:
Damn it! Who did this!?
Lang:
...They'll pay for this. I swear I'll make them pay. But you know, this much is enough to put me at ease. The person who did this to Huang... ...I've already got my eye on a suspect.
Edgeworth:
What? What do you mean?
Lang:
Even though Huang was the victim, he doesn't have extraterritorial rights here. Your country's police have the right to investigate. However, I've already spoken with them. As an agent of Interpol, they're letting me assist in the investigation...
Edgeworth:
...So they've already established a plan for this investigation?
Lang:
I've already found my prey. Now it's time for the hunt... ...Take a look at this. It's a printout from a security camera on the Grand Tower rooftop.
Edgeworth:
Th... This is!
Lang:
This camera records people as they get off the rooftop elevator. And guess who was recorded? The president and his killer can be clearly seen!
Kay:
Wh-Why is Ms. Courtney there!?
Edgeworth:
(So he's saying Judge Courtney is the murder?)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I shall leave this offering to the Goddess of Law to you. Deliver her divine judgment against Blaise Debeste!
Edgeworth:
(Could she, who hates crime more than anyone, have...?)
Security Camera Photo jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
...Agent Lang. I'd like to hear your thoughts.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
............ Just now, I heard a rumor at the Grand Tower. Miles Edgeworth, that you... are no longer a "prosecutor".
Edgeworth:
!
Lang:
Naturally, that means you don't even have a shred of investigate authority. So what would be the point of having a logic battle with someone like you?
Edgeworth:
(Hmph...!)
Kay:
Why would you say something like that!? Didn't you also just get reduced to being a lone agent!?
Lang:
.......... Hey. Answer me this. Even though you've lost your position as a "prosecutor"... ...why are you sticking your neck into this case?
Edgeworth:
........ (Why do I still continue to investigate...?) Agent Lang... Why are you pursuing the criminal who murdered the president? Because you're an Interpol agent?
Lang:
..........
Edgeworth:
Right now, I am also chasing after a certain person. Someone in the shadows, who was behind the murder at the Grand Tower yesterday... Someone who placed Kay in grave danger. ...Even now, they are lurking somewhere, laughing at us. We will uncover the truth, and bring them to justice... ...and a title such as "prosecutor" has nothing to do with it. As long as the truth remains hidden... ...I will continue to seek out that truth. For that is a part of my creed.
Lang:
........Haha! You... You're always trying to be so clever, but you really are kind of an idiot.
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. Me, an idiot? How rude...)
Lang:
That's the answer I wanted to hear. ...Alright, I'll play along with you for a bit. I've lost all my men, and you've lost your title. And yet, we still continue to investigate... Let's begin this battle of logic between two kindred spirits!
Edgeworth:
You have my thanks...
Lang:
However, I won't go easy on you. I'll definitely catch the criminal who murdered Huang. And I won't let you get in my way!
Edgeworth:
Yes... I wouldn't have it any other way!
Lang:
Let me show you the truth that this wolf has sunk his fangs into!
-- Why Courtney? --
Lang:
Listen up. That woman met with the president on top of the Grand Tower.
Two nights ago, she pushed the president off the roof, and he fell onto this film lot.
At the time, there was no one else on the rooftop, aside from those two.
There's no room for doubt! That woman murdered the president!
Edgeworth:
It was just the two of them alone on the rooftop... No bodyguards?
Lang:
Yeah. I confirmed it with those bodyguards over there. They didn't know about it either. Guess he managed to give them the slip. He must've had something secret to talk about.
Edgeworth:
(President Huang and Judge Courtney... Did those two have some sort of connection?)
Lang:
Apparently, he had an arrangement with the owner of the Grand Tower. He requested the entrance to the viewing platform be restricted so that they could be alone. Well, it's not like the owner could turn down a request from the president.
Kay:
Does that mean... the last person to see the president was...
Lang:
Exactly... Courtney, you mean? It's gotta be her!
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang's reasoning is certainly sound... However, he has overlooked one major thing...! ...and that's where I must strike!)
Rebuttal
-- Why Courtney? --
Lang:
Listen up. That woman met with the president on top of the Grand Tower.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How can you be so sure that the two actually met?
Lang:
Hmph. Attacking right off the bat... Your fighter's instinct, it's not bad. Trying to keep me in check from the opening move. Impressive.
Edgeworth:
(No, that wasn't exactly my intention...)
Lang:
Still, Mr. Prosecutor, I've only just begun. So why don't you pipe down and listen up?
Lang:
Two nights ago, she pushed the president off the roof, and he fell onto this film lot.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Two nights ago...? Are you certain?
Lang:
Hmph! If you doubt me, then take a look for yourself! This picture was taken by the security camera on the roof of the Grand Tower... This was undoubtedly taken the night before last!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
All this picture shows is that they went to the rooftop together. There's no indication of what transpired afterwards.
Lang:
The security cameras were only installed in front of the elevator. There's nothing to show what happened on the viewing platform, but... ...I'm certain of it! That was when the crime took place!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. If the president really was murdered two nights ago... ...it would mean that the body has been here ever since.)
Lang:
What's wrong, Mr. Prosecutor? Something on your mind? But, it's not over yet. I'm just getting started.
Present Commemorative Photo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Shi-Long Lang... For the Interpol agent with the highest arrest rate to have fallen so low."
Lang:
At the time, there was no one else on the rooftop, aside from those two.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Someone could have been hiding on the viewing platform!
Kay:
That's right! There was even a cotton candy stall up there!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
The owner of the building had been secretly contacted by the president. He could ill-afford any slip ups, so the owner frantically made sure secrecy was maintained. Everyone and everything was cleared out, including the sugar for the cotton candy!
Kay:
E... Even the sugar...? That's just too cruel!
Lang:
However, it was all for naught. The president still met his end...
Lang:
There's no room for doubt! That woman murdered the president!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you really think there is no room for doubt?
Lang:
Heh! Of course I do! The time, the place... Everything points to that woman committing the crime!
Edgeworth:
I see. The time and the place, everything... huh? (The time following the president's death and where his body was found... It seems I have reached the heart of the matter.)
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang has overlooked something major...! ...and that's where I must strike!)
Edgeworth:
Shi-Long Lang... For the Interpol agent with the highest arrest rate to have fallen so low.
Lang:
What'd you say...!?
Edgeworth:
This is a commemorative photo taken by the staff at Global Studios.
Kay:
Everyone's got such great smiles! ...Well, except for John.
Edgeworth:
This photo was taken yesterday.
Lang:
What!?
Edgeworth:
If Judge Courtney had murdered the president two days ago... ...then his body should have been there when this photo was taken!
Lang:
Owwoooooooh!
Lang:
Heh. Perhaps you should have listened a bit more carefully to those involved in the case. Questioning witnesses is one of the basic fundamentals of an investigation, is it not?
Kay:
I've captured Mr. Edgeworth's great smile! You really do look most alive when you're cornering your opponent!
Lang:
Grr... Just as I expected. It's been a while since I've felt like this.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, haven't you been a little hasty in your reasoning?
Lang:
........Tch. I don't need your advice. Lang Zi says: "The wrath of a wolf lasts a hundred years." My anger towards the woman who killed the president cannot be suppressed.
Edgeworth:
I, too, wish to capture the culprit. However... ...there is no doubt that the body appeared here last night. Therefore... the president could not have fallen to his death.
Kay:
Yeah! He was crushed by the monster head!
Edgeworth:
The crime occurred here at the film lot, not on the rooftop of the Grand Tower.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
So, that's what you think. Still, I don't intend to stray from my logic either.
Edgeworth:
However, he could not have fallen to his death two nights ago. This photo proves that...
Lang:
Is that so? Think about it this way... Two nights ago, Courtney pushed the president off the roof and killed him. Afterwards, she snuck into the film lot to hide the body.
Edgeworth:
In here?
Lang:
Wouldn't it be easy to hide a body in costume or behind all this equipment? Then, all she had to do last night was retrieve the body. Once we search this area, we'll know where she hid the body.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, there is no need for a search.
Lang:
What'd you say!?
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence proves that Judge Courtney could not have hidden the body!
Present Combination Lock
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"All the entrances to the film lot were locked."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. That's the evidence you were talking about?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. If you look at this piece of evidence, you'll see that Judge Courtney could not have...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor, you'd better get that thing out of my face. Arguing about pointless objects is a waste of my time!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So this wasn't it!)
Kay:
Mr. Lang says that Ms. Courtney moved the body, but... ...wouldn't it be impossible for Ms. Courtney to enter the film lot in the first place?
Edgeworth:
(Whether Judge Courtney could have entered the crime scene or not... Don't I have a piece of evidence which proves that?)
Lang:
It was that woman who moved the body. Ready to admit defeat, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
No, Agent Lang. That is impossible.
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence proves that Judge Courtney could not have hidden the body!"
Edgeworth:
All the entrances to the film lot were locked. The chain on the back entrance was only cut last night.
Lang:
What!?
Edgeworth:
Therefore, Judge Courtney could not have entered the film lot two nights ago!
Lang:
Aiyaaaaa! But the president could only have fallen two nights ago!
Edgeworth:
...Why are you so insistent that the crime occurred two days ago?
Lang:
Why...? Because there's still more to the security camera footage.
-- Why Courtney? Pt. 2 --
Lang:
A photo was recorded 10-20 minutes after the president went up to the roof with that woman.
That woman, she came back down on the elevator alone.
After that, there was no sign of the president getting on the elevator at all!
There's no other way for the president to get down without using the elevator, is there?
Besides getting pushed off the roof by that woman, that is!
Edgeworth:
The president never came down from the rooftop?
Lang:
That's right. The security camera is always watching the entrance of the elevator. It was specifically set up to record anyone who entered or exited the rooftop. Essentially, the camera created a locked room... one which the president vanished from!
Edgeworth:
(A locked room... I see. This is quite an unfavorable piece of evidence for Judge Courtney...)
Security Camera Photo data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
A rooftop escape! That's a difficult feat!
Edgeworth:
So even the Yatagarasu can't just fly through the sky.
Kay:
That's right. I... I still need more training to be able to pull that off.
Edgeworth:
(Are you saying you're going to train yourself to fly?)
Rebuttal
-- Why Courtney? Pt. 2 --
Lang:
A photo was recorded 10-20 minutes after the president went up to the roof with that woman.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"10-20 minutes"... That's rather vague.
Lang:
The problem here isn't when it happened. At least, not right now. What's important is what that woman did after that.
Edgeworth:
...What Judge Courtney did? Could you tell me about it in more detail?
Lang:
Hmph. That's what I was going to do.
Lang:
That woman, she came back down on the elevator alone.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you certain she was alone in the elevator?
Lang:
Yeah, I'm sure. It'd been 10-20 minutes after they went up to the roof... The security camera by the elevator only recorded that woman. She was definitely alone. I saw it with my own two eyes!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Judge Courtney returned alone on the elevator. This point seems to be accurate.)
Kay:
Hmm, that's strange. Isn't Ms. Courtney always together with the Goddess of Law?
Edgeworth:
In this case, we aren't counting ethereal beings.
Kay:
Aww. Poor Goddess of Law. We should give her an offering to lift her spirits!
Edgeworth:
...Returning to the topic at hand... Agent Lang, could the president have used the elevator after Judge Courtney?
Lang:
Yeah. I thought of that too. However...
Lang:
After that, there was no sign of the president getting on the elevator at all!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Just to be sure... the camera didn't have any blind spots or malfunctions, right?
Lang:
You think I'd make a mistake like that? Are you mocking my investigation?
Edgeworth:
No. It is simply my nature to question everything.
Lang:
Tch! At any rate, this footage can be trusted. I'm sure of that. The persistent took the elevator on the way up with that woman, but he never came back down!
Edgeworth:
Understood. While I reserve judgment on your logic, I shall trust in your investigation.
Lang:
Oh, is that how it is? Do what you want. ...It won't change a thing.
Lang:
There's no other way for the president to get down without using the elevator, is there?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And if there were, in fact, some other way besides the elevator...?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
From the roof of a 50-story building? Hah! That's ridiculous. Without the elevator, there's no way to go down, let alone get off the viewing platform. You'll need something better than that to break my logic!
Edgeworth:
(A way to get off the rooftop viewing platform, without using the elevator...)
Lang:
How about it, Mr. Prosecutor? Do you understand now? There is no reason for the president to be lying sprawled out on the pavement here...
Present Grand Tower
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"If memory serves me correctly..."
Lang:
Besides getting pushed off the roof by that woman, that is!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. It's still too early to make that conclusion.
Lang:
Hmph. No matter how much you struggle, there's no escape from my fangs.
Edgeworth:
I wonder about that. Perhaps there is a hidden route... ...that allows us to escape from the locked room and your fangs simultaneously.
Kay:
Whoa! The proclamation of a miraculous escape! Even a Great Thief's gotta pay attention!
Lang:
Now you've said it, Mr. Prosecutor. If that's what you think, then show me... ...that "hidden route" of yours!
Edgeworth:
(A locked room created by the security camera... Is falling off the roof really the only way to escape this locked room?)
Edgeworth:
As a matter of fact, there was one. A hidden route... that is.
Lang:
A way down without using the elevator!? You'd better not tell me he flew off or something!
Edgeworth:
There's no need for that. It's quite simple. The president just needed to know... ...about the existence of the hidden 51st floor.
Lang:
The 51st floor?
Edgeworth:
This building has a hidden 51st floor. It is accessible through a secret hatch on the rooftop. Using that route, it would be possible to leave the rooftop without using the elevator.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hidden room? Secret hatch? How could the president have even known about that?
Edgeworth:
I wonder? I don't know the answer myself. I am merely raising a possibility.
Lang:
In the first place, what's this all about? This hidden 51st floor. Sounds like something that ninja girl over there would love to get into!
Kay:
No way! I'm sick of that place!
Edgeworth:
(For Kay, that place only holds bad memories, after all.) The 51st floor was a secret storeroom for the black market auction. Its true purpose was only exposed yesterday.
Lang:
...Black market auction? You... You aren't suggesting the president was involved in something like that, are you?
Edgeworth:
I have no proof. However, the possibility exists, does it not?
Kay:
Hmm. I wouldn't put it past that president.
Lang:
HOOOOOOOOOOWWWL!
Kay:
Eek!
Lang:
Impossible! The president would never...! He would never be involved in a black market auction!
Edgeworth:
(Wh... What's this?)
Lang:
You punks. Are you prepared? If you're gonna spout nonsense like that... I'll tear you into pieces!
Kay:
Eeeeeek!
Edgeworth:
(...She ran away.)
Lang:
You don't have any idea! The amount of respect that man has earned from his country's people!
Edgeworth:
(I see... We have seen the president's true colors. However, the people of Zheng Fa remain in the dark... Should I inform Agent Lang of the president's true nature? No. Telling him now would only further cloud his judgment...) I understand, Agent Lang. Please calm down. We spoke out of line... I apologize.
Lang:
......Sorry. My emotions got the best of me. And Kay, how long do you plan on hiding? You can come out now.
Kay:
...I'm sorry.
Lang:
...It's fine. My anger is directed towards the president's killer.
Lotta:
Well, I'll be! Yer actually a pretty good guy, ain't ya? That loyalty to yer president! It's mighty admirable!
Lang:
Heh. What's it to you?
Lotta:
Aww, don't be like that. I've got some good news for ya, I reckon.
Lang:
What?
Lotta:
The president ain't never passed through the 51st floor. Ya can count on me!
Lang:
Really?
Lotta:
I was in the storeroom myself, and I saw it with my very own eyes!
Edgeworth:
(That's right... She snuck into the storeroom that day.)
Lotta's Testimony jotted down in my Organizer.
Lang:
...Thanks. ...Hey, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Lang:
I don't intend to give the culprit a single step of leeway. No one's seen the president since he met with Courtney two days ago.
Edgeworth:
That doesn't change the fact that the body wasn't here yesterday. If he were pushed off two days ago, it would be odd that he wasn't found until yesterday. I doubt a fall from the rood would take a whole day.
Lang:
I'll admit, there are a few things I still haven't figured out.
Edgeworth:
Regardless... there is one thing I am certain of.
Kay:
There is?
Edgeworth:
What exactly occurred here last night? I'm certain we'll have to look into that in order to uncover the truth.
Kay:
Because the body and the hoofprints could have only appeared last night, right?
Officer:
Agent Lang! We'd like to bring the body in for the autopsy...
Lang:
Huang..... It's in your hands. Make sure you show the proper respect.
Officer:
I also have one more thing to report...
Lang:
What is it?
Officer:
We found some footprints near the body! Umm... They were left within the area that looks like a monster's footprint.
Edgeworth:
(There were human footprints within the monster's footprint?)
Lang:
What kind of footprints?
Officer:
Sir! They were the footprints of a child! About the size of an elementary school student!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Penny:
Huh!?
Kay:
A-An elementary school student!? Wait... Could it be...?
Edgeworth:
(Who... was that?)
Penny:
U-Umm...!
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Nichols?)
Penny:
I... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt you! Please excuse my rudeness!
Edgeworth:
Is there something you want to say? (What is she so scared of?)
Penny:
I'm worried that you'll think poorly of me, but... ...please let me testify something! It's really important!
Edgeworth:
(That's not something you need to be so worried about...) What is it?
Penny:
Last night... I... I actually came here.
Lang:
What!?
Penny:
Eek!
Edgeworth:
Why did you come here?
Penny:
...Well, I got a little worried, so I stopped by... ...to check up on John.
Edgeworth:
John... You mean John Marsh? (As I thought...)
Penny:
Yes. Last night, umm... John stayed here late in order to practice by myself.
Kay:
Wow! He's really dedicated!
Penny:
Well, this movie is the first time he's starring as the lead role, so... ...I'm sure he wants to do his best...!
Edgeworth:
(She must have witnessed something last night...) When was this?
Penny:
Umm... If I remember correctly, I think it was a little past 10 PM. It looked like it was going to rain, and I was getting worried, so I came to check up on him. And when I got here... Well... I, umm...
Lang:
You... saw something?
Penny:
.....Y-Yes. John was practicing by himself... ...and right above his head... I saw... a long... long... neck.
Kay:
A neck?
Penny:
Y-Yes! Its skin was really scaly... almost like a reptile... It was like... the neck of a dinosaur!
Lotta:
Whooooooahhh there! C-Could that've been... ...G-G-Gourdy!? Last time I went huntin' for it, it was a bust... but I reckon, this could be the real deal!
Kay:
What!? So this time it's Gourdy!?
Penny:
Th-That's right! I was really surprised! A-After all, John is the boy who can communicate with Moozilla!
Lotta:
Yeah! That's right! Them horns of his lets him hear what the monster's sayin', right?
Penny:
E-Even so! He was looking up at Gourdy's face and he was talking to it! It was like they were friends! D-Doesn't that sound weird!?
Lotta:
You said it, sister! That's pretty darn strange, I reckon! That boy's a little traitor!
Edgeworth:
(...It seems she's gotten reality mixed up with the movies...)
Lang:
Hey, Missy... Did you really see that?
Penny:
Yes! But I was so shocked, I immediately ran home after that.
Lang:
What do you make of this, Mr. Prosecutor? Has another monster taken the stage?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang... Do you really believe this absurd testimony?
Lang:
Hahahahaha! I couldn't care less about the monsters. However, it looks like who we need to talk to next has been decided now, hasn't it?
Edgeworth:
John Marsh... He was here last night. It's very likely he saw something... isn't it?
Lang:
Atta boy!
Lang:
John Marsh...! We've got some questions for you!
................
Penny:
U-Umm... John kind of left a while ago.
Lang:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Kay:
L-Let's go after him!
April 6, 10:54 AMOutside Grand TowerTower Plaza
Lang:
Tch! Where'd he run off to!?
Edgeworth:
He might have just gone back home.
Kay:
That's right! I mean, it doesn't look like they're going to get any filming done today!
Lang:
...Or he may have run away.
Kay:
A-Aren't you just overthinking things?
Edgeworth:
He's still a child. I can't imagine that he could have murdered the president by himself.
Lang:
Who said he was alone? Maybe that monster helped him. That boy can summon a monster to his aid, right?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Very funny.
Lang:
I'm not saying that kid's definitely the culprit. But right now, he's the most prominent witness we have, So, we'll need to find that brat.
Gumshoe:
Ah! Mr. Edgeworth!
Kay:
Ah! Gummy!
Gumshoe:
Uuugh... I, I... I...!
Kay:
He ran away...
Edgeworth:
(What is the detective doing...?)
Lang:
It doesn't matter... It's not like I can rely on this country's police anyways.
Edgeworth:
...Agent Lang. Do you intend to continue investigating by yourself?
Lang:
Yeah. That's right. You got a problem with that?
Kay:
Didn't you always have a small army of subordinates with you before?
Lang:
That's right... But, you know, being a lone wolf isn't all that bad. You don't have to worry about your subordinates or partners. All you need are your fangs. Simple, right?
Edgeworth:
(Subordinates... and partners...?)
Lang:
Well then. I'll be seeing you two.
Lotta:
He he he he. Things are gettin' interestin'! I reckon I'm about to get real busy myself! After all, I got me a pair of monsters to hunt! I'm definitely gettin' my hands on this scoop!
Kay:
Things have gotten pretty crazy, haven't they?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There's the footprints of Moozilla, and now the shadow of Gourdy... It's almost exactly like the movie.
Kay:
How about we go monster hunting too?
Edgeworth:
Well... (Hm? Isn't that...?)
Kay:
Isn't that one of Lang's men...?
Edgeworth:
(He's one of Agent Lang's subordinates. We met him during another case.) Excuse me...
MIB:
Oh, Prosecutor Edgeworth. It has been a while.
Kay:
Shouldn't you be following Mr. Lang?
MIB:
Agent Lang... Shifu... is no longer my boss.
Edgeworth:
What exactly happened?
MIB:
Do you remember the incident from one month ago?
Edgeworth:
(The "Yatagarasu Incident" we had been involved with.)
MIB:
Agent Lang made a major mistake back then. He almost aided and abetted a dangerous criminal.
Edgeworth:
(Certainly... it had come quite close to that at the time.)
MIB:
Shifu took responsibility for what happened... and our team was disbanded.
Kay:
Disbanded...?
Edgeworth:
So that's what Agent Lang was talking about when he said he had become a lone wolf.
Kay:
Then... Why are you here?
MIB:
That's..... Well. I was a little worried about Shifu. ...It seems that even now, he's still chasing after them. The ghosts of 12 years past...
Edgeworth:
Ghosts of 12 years past? Just what are you...
MIB:
.......... I'm sorry. I've already said too much. If you'll excuse me...
Edgeworth:
(These ghosts Agent Lang is chasing after... Do they also have something to do with this case?)
Kay:
Looks like everyone's left now... So, what do we do now?
Edgeworth:
Well... Ms. Hart is going after the monsters, and Agent Lang is going after John. We should also try approaching this case from a different angle.
Kay:
What angle would that be?
Edgeworth:
...We should listen to what Judge Courtney has to say.
Kay:
Ah! That's right! If I'm not mistaken, Ms. Courtney is...
Courtney:
...Well then, I shall take my leave here. I will be presiding over Patricia Roland's trial.
Kay:
She said that she had a trial coming up!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Let's head to the courthouse as well.
Kay:
'Kay!
To be continued.
April 6, 11:23 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Courtney:
Court is now in session. Is the defense ready?
Ray:
Of course, Your Honor! We can begin whenever you want.
Franziska:
The prosecution has been ready from the start, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
Jill Crane, the attorney in charge of the defense, has passed on from this world. Furthermore, Sebastian Debeste, the prosecutor-in-charge, has disappeared... And so, Franziska and Mr. Shields have taken over their duties.
Courtney:
Before we begin, I would like to apologize for the delay of today's trial. As the crime took place in the prison, a place where justice is normally administered... ...and the defendant was the warden of the prison, further exacerbating the situation... ...additional time was specially arranged to investigate and prepare for the trial. In addition, the defense attorney in charge of the case, Jill Crane, has recently passed away... Due to these circumstances, the trial was further delayed. Mr. Shields, Ms. von Karma. At this time, I'd like to give you my gratitude for taking up this responsibility on short notice.
Ray:
I guess this is the last job Courtney-pie's friend left behind for us, huh? Well, Uncle Ray's more than happy to help out. Although having said that, I only had enough time to skim through the case files... Are you OK on your end, Franny-pie?
Franziska:
What kind of prosecutor abandons his own case and vanishes without a trace...!? I won't allow any more delays in this trial while we wait for that foolish man to return. I have received the evidence just now. There should be no problem continuing the trial.
Courtney:
...You have my thanks. And with that, I hereby call the defendant, Patricia Roland, to the stand.
Roland:
........
Courtney:
Now then, will the prosecution please give us their opening statement?
Franziska:
Very well, Your Honor. The defendant...
Hold it!
Roland:
...Please wait, Your Honor.
Courtney:
What is it?
Roland:
Well, there's something I'd like you to fill me in on. Just what exactly... am I doing in a place like this?
Courtney:
Then perhaps... you would do well to listen to the opening statement.
Roland:
Hmm. So if I listen to it, I'll get it, huh? OK then, let's hear it.
Franziska:
...That was the plan from the start. Now, if you would kindly shut up and listen. The incident occurred in the detention center and the prison Warden Roland is in charge of. The victim is Horace Knightley, who was being held in the detention center. The prosecution is certain that this woman here is the culprit. This knife, the murder weapon, is the decisive evi..... Huh!?
Courtney:
Ms. von Karma. Is something wrong?
Franziska:
Th-That's... impossible! The evidence is...!
Ray:
What's wrong with the evidence, Franny-pie?
Franziska:
The evidence... the knife's gone! The chisel with Dogen's bell attached to it is missing too!
Ray:
Wh... Whaaat!?
Courtney:
Order! Order! Prosecutor von Karma. What is the meaning of this?
Franziska:
I... I don't understand it either, Your Honor.
Roland:
If there's no evidence, then I suppose there's not much reason for me to be here. Some prosecutor. Can't even hold on to one little piece of evidence. What a dunce.
Franziska:
I... I only received everything that the previous prosecutor had... Ah!
Ray:
...It appears the culprit is that pampered prosecutor, the Boy Blunder. Hey, Courtney-pie.
Courtney:
What is it?
Ray:
Your Honor! Considering our predicament, what say we postpone the trial until later?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
The defense's proposal is overruled.
Ray:
Eh? Courtney-pie...?
Roland:
I know, right? It'd be troubling for me if this trial were to be delayed any further. I just want everyone to know that I'm innocent. As soon as possible.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Innocent!? I've had more than enough of your foolish...
Objection!
Roland:
And, besides. You don't have any evidence, right? I recall a certain saying... "In court, evidence is everything." Wasn't it? Since there's no evidence, that would make me innocent. Isn't that right, Your Honor?
Courtney:
.......... That is correct.
Franziska:
Eh!
Ray:
What!?
Courtney:
The prosecution has not produced sufficient evidence to prove the defendant guilty. As such, I hereby find the defendant, Patricia Roland...
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
Hold your horses, Courtney-pie! You can't just declare her innocent all of a sudden!
Courtney:
Is something the matter? For the defense to object to a "not guilty" verdict...
Ray:
Well, I mean... Even you must know that the warden over there is guilty, right? You were there with us when we found the murder weapon!
Courtney:
........ Mr. Shields. A judge must remain impartial when handing down a verdict. That is why I cannot allow myself to get caught up in my own personal feelings... The person who was present when the murder weapon was discovered... ...and the judge sitting before you now, are two completely different people.
Ray:
...You're kidding, right?
Courtney:
I can only hand down a verdict based upon the evidence that was presented.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
There is evidence! It's just... Well, it's not here right now, but... A few minutes, that's all I need! I'll find the evidence and return to court, without fail! The prosecution requests a brief recess, Your Honor!
Courtney:
........
Ray:
Th-The defense would also like a recess, Your Honor. Courtney-pie. Please...
Courtney:
........ ...I understand. I shall grant your request.
Roland:
Well! Justine-darling! Aren't you wishy-washy today?
Courtney:
This court will now adjourn for a 15 minute recess! During with, the prosecution and the defense shall prepare for the resumption of the trial.
Franziska:
...Understood, Your Honor.
Ray:
Phew. That was a close one.
Courtney:
Court is now adjourned!
April 6, 11:38 AMDistrict Court3rd Floor Lobby
Kay:
Didn't we find it together!? The evidence!
Edgeworth:
Yes, we certainly did.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
What's the matter, Detective?
Gumshoe:
It looks like the metal detector is reacting to this alligator.
Kay:
Really! Why?
Edgeworth:
(Of course, that's why the metal detector reacted!) Judge Courtney, I'd like you to take a look at this.
Courtney:
The chisel...?
Debeste:
Wasn't that just the fake murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
Dogen hid this chisel inside this dog's mouth. And the real murder weapon was hidden in very much the same way...
Roland:
...!
Edgeworth:
The real murder weapon is in the pond, inside the alligator!
Edgeworth:
I wonder if it was stolen by someone...
???:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Berry and Mr. Keyes. Did you come to attend the trial?
Regina:
I came because I heard there's a really fun show around here! So, where is it?
Simon:
The trial for the case I got caught up in was supposed to have already started, but... ..our practice ran a little late. I believe it was somewhere around here, wasn't it?
Kay:
Actually, two key pieces of evidence have gone missing: the chisel and the knife... The trial is in recess now. Sort of like an intermission. You just missed it, Simon.
Simon:
Wha... Whaaaaaat!? Wh-wh-wh-what's that supposed to mean!?
Regina:
Ah ha ha! Looks like Simon's going to get arrested again!
Simon:
Eeeeeeeeeek! Nowaynowaynoway, I can't...!
Kay:
Hmm. I guess Simon is his usual noisy self. ...Huh?
???:
To think that I would be humiliated like this!
Edgeworth:
...And here comes another noisy individual.
Ray:
Now, now, Franny-pie. Let's just take a moment and calm down a bit. Maybe you could put that whip of yours away, him? Whaddaya say?
Franziska:
That foolish prosecutor! When I get my hands on him... ...my whip is going to give him the thrashing of a lifetime!
Ray:
Eek! Miles, why don't you try talking to her?
Edgeworth:
(Good grief... On that note, I guess I should probably hear what she has to say.)
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
I can't believe the evidence went missing! We really did find the murder weapon, that knife, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It was in the alligator's mouth.
Kay:
I wonder if someone took it with them?
Edgeworth:
We cannot deny that possibility.
Kay:
Let's ask everyone involved with the case! We might find out something!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Let's do just that.
The trial
Kay:
Don't you think today's trial felt kind of strange? The defendant, Ms. Roland, was awfully relaxed.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It was as if she always knew the evidence had gone missing.
Kay:
And Ms. Courtney seemed different from usual too.
Edgeworth:
There may be something at work behind the scenes during today's trial.
Doors on left and middle
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Where do you think you're going?
Edgeworth:
No, I wasn't going anywhere. I was just examining the door.
Kay:
Ah, I see. It's the #1 rule of a Great Thief: "Ensure your escape route." Good thinking! If you wanna become the Yatagarasu's assistant, all you gotta do is ask. Since it's you, I'll let you skip the written exam and skills test. I'll hire you on the spot!
Edgeworth:
...Th-That's quite alright. I appreciate the sentiment.
Bulletin board
Edgeworth:
The schedule for upcoming trials has been posted on this bulletin board. Of course, Patricia Roland's trial is listed as well.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. If we can't find the missing evidence...
Edgeworth:
Yes. It will be a serious problem. Let's try talking with Franziska and Mr. Shields.
Water fountain
Edgeworth:
There's a notice posted in front of the water fountain. "Step on the pedal to enjoy amazingly delicious water. However... ...once it starts flowing, it will never stop again. So please be prepared." (So this fountain is basically out of service...)
Kay:
...Alright. Let's do this! Are you prepared!?
Edgeworth:
Calm yourself, Kay.
Franziska von Karma
Franziska:
Oh? If it isn't "former" prosecutor Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Franziska.
Franziska:
Those who have abandoned the path of a prosecutor do not belong here. Now be a good boy and go home. Figure out what you want to do with your life!
The trial
Edgeworth:
Still, what are you going to do, Franziska? The recess is only 15 minutes.
Franziska:
Grr... You're always so calm and collected... like an anchorman reading off a teleprompter... It makes me sick!
Edgeworth:
(...I should probably stay classy and avoid a confrontation with her for now.)
Knightley's murder
Edgeworth:
Franziska. I never expected you to end up taking over the prosecution for this case.
Franziska:
The bodyguard of the president of Zheng Fa, Horace Knightley, was murdered. The defendant is the former warden of the prison, Patricia Roland. The knife she used as the murder weapon had been prepared as evidence.
Edgeworth:
However, the murder weapon has disappeared without a trace.
Franziska:
Not only did he abandon his own case, but he also made me look like a fool in court...
Edgeworth:
Ngh!
Franziska:
The next time I see that foolish fool of a prosecutor, I'll whip some backbone into him!
Edgeworth:
(I don't mind if you whip some backbone into him... but stop whipping innocent bystanders!)
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Franziska:
Is that supposed to be a replacement for your prosecutor's badge? It certainly suits you, Miles Edgeworth!
Kay:
Hold it! This badge suits me way more than it does Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(When did this become a competition?)
Letter from Unknown or Grand Tower
Franziska:
Kay Faraday. Have you had any more problems with your memory since your recovery?
Kay:
Nope! I remember everything perfectly now! Including... ...how I secretly wanted to steal a closer look at your whipping technique!
Franziska:
...Interesting. If you want to see it that badly, I'll show it to you!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (Wh-Why me!?)
Kay:
Ahhh! So close! I felt like I was almost about to see through it. One more time, Ms. von Karma! Show it to me one more time! Pretty please!
Franziska:
Very well. Since you asked so politely.
Edgeworth:
Could you two please stop this at once? Pretty please...
Crime Scene Notes
Franziska:
Th... This is...? Zheng Fa's...!
Edgeworth:
Yes. The president of Zheng Fa, Di-Jun Huang. We discovered his body... just recently.
Franziska:
Wh-What are you saying!? There must be some kind of mistake!
Edgeworth:
No, I confirmed it with my own eyes. There was no mistake.
Franziska:
Then, this incident... Could it have something to do with my trial?
Edgeworth:
No, it is nothing of the sort. We just came here to speak with Judge Courtney...
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Are you trying to distract me by showing me evidence that is unrelated to this trial!?
Edgeworth:
Ngh! M-My apologies. It seems I shouldn't have shown it to you.
Franziska:
Shouldn't have shown it to me? Are you trying to conceal the incident from me!?
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (J-Just what do you want from me!?)
Anything else
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Unlike you, I am actually busy. I don't have the time to look at something like that. Why don't you just look at that evidence again by yourself?
Edgeworth:
(She is certainly... as harsh as ever.)
Courthouse model
Kay:
It's a model of the courthouse. It's really well made!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. There's something written on the information panel. "Press the button to activate robot transformation sequence. Reservation required to view the transformation show. Please inquire at front desk." (This model courthouse... transforms into a robot?)
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth, umm...
Edgeworth:
(Hm? She's unusually quiet. I thought she'd make a fuss about wanting to see it.)
Kay:
If the model can transform, does that mean that this courthouse can also...
Edgeworth:
Kay. I assure you, that's not possible. (...But, perhaps there is more to this courthouse than meets the eye.)
Raymond Shields
Ray:
Kay! Looks like you've gotten your memories back!
Kay:
Yeah! I'm all better now!
Ray:
Uncle Ray was really worried, you know. ...Though that "other" Kay was also pretty cute. Well then, now that you've recovered... How about a hug for old times' sake?
Kay:
Nope. We need to focus on the trial right now!
Ray:
Yeah. Things aren't looking good.
The trial
Ray:
At any rate, we'll have to search for the evidence. But, we can't interrupt the trial... Hmm. Uncle Ray's in a pickle! In only there was someone who could find the evidence for us.
Edgeworth:
(...That look of expectation on your faces says it all.)
Edgeworth Law Offices
Ray:
Miles, you still don't have your prosecutor's badge, right? Do you finally feel like following in your father's footsteps?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I simply left it in someone else's care. I wasn't stripped of my badge. Furthermore... Right now, I am unable to follow in my father's footsteps.
Ray:
I see... Well, there's no need to rush your decision. Take all the time you need to determine the path you want to follow. In any case, the door's always open for you at the Edgeworth Law Offices!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields...
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Ray:
That's a lovely badge. You like it? I'm sure it would also look great on you, Miles.
Edgeworth:
This is Kay's treasure. I couldn't possibly wear it.
Ray:
Ah, I see! Righty-o-then! I guess there's no other choice. At this rate, the only thing left for you to wear is a defense attorney's badge!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! (I fell right into his trap!)
Letter from Unknown or Grand Tower
Ray:
Getting Kay involved in an incident like that is inexcusable. Well, I guess the only good news is that my sweet little Kay got her memory back.
Kay:
My memory... I'm sorry. Somehow, I don't remember your name.
Ray:
Whaaat!? K-Kay... You sound serious. Don't tell me you've really forgotten about Uncle Ray!? Aww, how could you? Well then, how about a hug to cheer me up?
Kay:
Nope. Gotcha! Eheheh... It was just a joke, Mr. Shields! Thank you so much for everything you did for me when I lost my memories!
Ray:
Phew... Geez, gimme a break. Well then, how about a hug of relief?
Kay:
Nope.
Edgeworth:
(These two... have fallen back into their old routine.)
Anything else
Ray:
Ah, Ah-hah, this, eh. This evidence holds the so-called key to the case, right?
Edgeworth:
Err... It's possible.
Ray:
Yup. Then, hold on to it closely. Hurry, hurry, put it away!
Edgeworth:
(...He doesn't think much about this.)
Simon Keyes
Simon:
Isn't there anything we can do?
Kay:
Hmm, well... Actually, I just got a great idea! If we put on an animal show inside the courtroom, everyone would be caught up in it... ...and then, maybe they'd have to delay the trial another day?
Simon:
Nowaynowaynoway! If we did something like that, I'd get arrested for sure!
Kay:
Nah, you'll be fine! The court's not so cold as to arrest someone for showing everyone a good time! ...Right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(I would prefer if you didn't flagrantly encourage such criminal behavior...)
Regina Berry
Regina:
The courthouse is so much fun! There's even a wild animal tamer here!
Edgeworth:
(...A wild animal tamer?)
Regina:
Her showmanship could use some work... ...but that lady really knows how to handle a whip!
Edgeworth:
(Although, in her case, her whip is used to tame humans...)
Sofa
Edgeworth:
It's an old whole-leather sofa.
Kay:
Yeah! The leather's full of holes!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It's a whole-leather sofa, after all. (........I feel like there was a contradiction somewhere in this conversation.)
Bailiff or door on right
Bailiff:
During the recess, no one may enter the courtroom.
Kay:
Really, no one can get in?
Bailiff:
Like I said, during the recess, no one may enter the courtroom!
Kay:
But if nobody can go in, no one can resume the trial and we'll be stuck in recess forever.
Bailiff:
...Nnghhoooh! Y-You're right! We're all dooooooomed!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Did you like how I pointed out that contradiction just now?
Edgeworth:
(I don't think you'll gain any useful information by pressing the bailiff.)
Books
Kay:
"Compendium of Laws for Beginners", huh. I wonder if even I could read them? ...Ah! But it looks like Volume 1 is currently out on loan. I'd better wait and start with the first volume. Otherwise, the story won't make any sense!
Edgeworth:
Kay. I hate to ruin it for you, but law looks don't have any story to them...
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Franziska and Ray leads to:)
Ray:
If only there were someone who could go search for the evidence for us... ........
Edgeworth:
........ .....Very well. I'll go look for them.
Ray:
Oh! Miles! You'd do that for us?
Edgeworth:
Of course, finding the evidence within fifteen minutes will be no easy task.
Ray:
Well, if worse comes to worst, Uncle Ray and Franny-pie will help you stall for time.
Franziska:
..........
Ray:
Until you recover the evidence, we won't let her hand down a verdict.
Edgeworth:
Please do so. ...Franziska, are you OK with this?
Franziska:
.....You're asking me, Franziska von Karma, to help you out? You'd be better off spending the rest of your life as an anchorman for the local news...
Ray:
Ms. von Karma. This is an emergency. We could really use your cooperation.
Franziska:
! Hmph... I understand. As acting prosecutor, I, along with that attorney over there, shall continue this trial. Meanwhile, you, the "former" prosecutor shall run around and look for the evidence... ...all for my sake. It's a job that suits you perfectly!
Edgeworth:
...I'm glad that you're on board.
Simon:
I-I'll help out too! ...'Cause I really don't wanna get arrested again.
Regina:
This sounds like fun! Regina wants to tag along too!
Edgeworth:
Alright. That would be helpful. Now then, where should we begin?
Kay:
I think we should go find that person, and hear what they have to say!
Edgeworth:
Who should we talk to in order to learn where the evidence went?
Present Sebastian Debeste profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Yes. The person in charge of the evidence was Sebastian Debeste."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
Huh!? That person knows where the evidence is?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I believe they should.
Kay:
Hmm... I don't think they have any connection with it.
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (So it wasn't this person.)
Kay:
If it's the evidence you're after, we should ask the person who was in charge of it!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There's only one person that could be.
Leads back to:
"Who should we talk to in order to learn where the evidence went?"
Edgeworth:
Yes. The person in charge of the evidence was Sebastian Debeste.
Simon:
Ah, you mean that rookie prosecutor, right? Got it!
Edgeworth:
I'll leave him to you.
Ray:
Alright. Time for Uncle Ray to have a strategy meeting with the opposing counsel. ...Just the two of uUUAAAGH!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... You better not keep me waiting. Lest you end up like your friend here.
Edgeworth:
Yes.... I'll keep that in mind.
Ray:
Franny-pie, wait for meeeee!
Edgeworth:
Now then, let's go help look for Sebastian as well.
Kay:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney...)
Courtney:
...If it isn't Prosecutor Edgeworth. I hope that all is well.
Kay:
All is NOT well! Just what was going on in that trial earlier...?
Edgeworth:
Kay! There's no need for that.
Kay:
But...! Even though Ms. Courtney should know exactly who the culprit is... What made you...?
Courtney:
........ In a court of law, the only thing that truly matters is evidence... Whatever my own feelings may be, it should not affect the verdict.
Edgeworth:
So, is this the "Judge persona" of Justine Courtney we're seeing?
Courtney:
Cold-blooded and heartless... It's fine if you think of me as such.
Edgeworth:
(Even as a judge, she's still this stubborn?) Judge Courtney. There's just... one thing I'd like to ask you.
Courtney:
And what would that be?
Edgeworth:
Two nights ago... you went to the roof of the Grand Tower.
Courtney:
! The roof... you say?
Edgeworth:
You met with the president there, correct? The two of you were caught on the security camera.
Courtney:
Is there some sort of problem with that?
Edgeworth:
Today... The president's body was discovered. Very close to the Grand Tower.
Courtney:
Th-That's...!
Edgeworth:
You understand now, don't you? You're a suspect. ...What happened between you and the president up on the roof?
Courtney:
Nothing... We merely spoke for a few minutes. Once our business was done, I headed straight home. I took the elevator back down alone.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That was shown on the security camera footage as well. What exactly did you and the president talk about?
Courtney:
Th-That... I cannot say.
Edgeworth:
(I see. However, I cannot afford to let up just yet. That being the case... Heh. I guess my only remaining options is to use that. She is definitely hiding something...! And I'm going to draw it out of her!)
Edgeworth:
Two nights ago, Judge Courtney met with President Huang...
Courtney:
........
4 CHESS PIECES
Courtney:
...It is true that I spoke with President Huang on the roof of the Grand Tower. However, we only discussed business. There is no need to tell you what was said.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Just like in the trial earlier, she won't reveal her personal feelings easily. When she's speaking as a judge, it would be better for me to wait and see what develops. Now then, I'll start by asking her what she talked about with the president!
Begin Logic Chess
What did you and the president talk about?
Leads to:
"Could you tell me... what you and the president talked about?"
Edgeworth:
Could you tell me... what you and the president talked about?
Courtney:
My meeting with the president was strictly business. And since it has nothing to do with you, I am not obligated to answer your question.
I'm an acquaintance of the president's!
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Courtney:
I appreciate your understanding.
Edgeworth:
Even so... You certainly are a very busy person, aren't you? You're a member of the P.I.C. and a judge as well. You even assist with the investigations.
Courtney:
I am simply fulfilling the professional duties that have been assigned to me.
Edgeworth:
Was your meeting with the president also one of the duties assigned to you as a judge?
Courtney:
.....Yes. Of course it was. I... am one who lives for the law. I would never act outside my professional duties.
Didn't you help me out this morning?
Leads to:
"This morning, you returned Kay's "promise notebook" to me."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
This morning, you returned Kay's "promise notebook" to me. I don't believe that all of yours actions are simply done for the sake of your duties.
1 PIECE BROKEN
Courtney:
.....It's true, it seems I still retain some immature qualities.
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't call it immature. It was your own personal kindness. Weren't you also distressed when you found out the president had passed away?
Courtney:
Yes... It is very unfortunate... Why did he have to die...?
Edgeworth:
It seems he was crushed by the head of a monster called the "Mighty Moozilla". Ah... Excuse me. You see, Moozilla is...
Courtney:
I-Is that true!? You mean... the president died at the temporary Moozilla film lot...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. That's right... I'm surprised that you know about Moozilla.
Courtney:
Y-Yes... I had heard about it from Sebastian. He told me that the movie was being filmed near the Grand Tower...
Edgeworth:
...She seems awfully shaken up about that. And I'm also curious about Sebastian, who went missing along with the evidence. She said she wouldn't talk about the president... However, I might be able to get her to reveal her secret through another line of questioning. She is flustered beyond normal. There must be some reason behind it!
Where is Prosecutor Debeste?
Leads to:
"Franziska may have taken over the prosecution in Sebastian's place, however..."
Edgeworth:
Franziska may have taken over the prosecution in Sebastian's place, however... ...as long as he still possesses some of the evidence, the trial cannot proceed.
Courtney:
I intend to carry out a fair trial. If the prosecution is unable to present evidence... the defendant must be declared not guilty.
You and the defendant are both guilty!
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Courtney:
I am a judge. I cannot allow my own personal feelings to get in the way.
Edgeworth:
So, you're saying you're not the least bit worried about Sebastian's whereabouts?
Courtney:
Of course... I am... I am worried about Sebastian, as well, but...
Didn't you help me out this morning?
Leads to:
"You're worried about Sebastian "as well"? Wouldn't that mean..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You're worried about Sebastian "as well"? Wouldn't that mean... ...that there is someone else you're worried about?
Courtney:
Ah...!
Edgeworth:
By any chance... would that person have something to do with your unnatural behavior?
Courtney:
...That's impossible. I... ...I am a follower of the law... I will not... be swayed by... personal feelings.
As a judge, you're only human!
Leads to:
"It may be true that those who stand in court have a duty to follow the law."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
It may be true that those who stand in court have a duty to follow the law. However, we're not superheroes! You and I are only human. It is impossible to completely ignore your own feelings and render an impartial judgement!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Courtney:
Aaaaaaah! .....It is as you say. As I am now... I cannot hand down an impartial verdict.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Why don't you tell me the truth?
Courtney:
I... I...! Just what am I supposed to do...!?
Edgeworth:
For Judge Courtney to become this distraught... I should find out exactly who she is searching for. Up until now, she has been wearing the mask of a judge... This time, I should be able to draw out her true feelings!
Who are you searching for?
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Tell me who you are searching for.
Courtney:
...My lips are sealed. That is not something I can talk about right now.
Before obtaining clue from "Are you searching for Prosecutor Debeste?"
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue from "Are you searching for Prosecutor Debeste?"
Leads to:
"Let me try using that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Let me try using that clue...
Could it be that missing child?
Leads to:
""That child"... Could you tell me who you are referring to?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Could it be you're searching for that child who has gone missing?
Courtney:
Aaaah...!
Edgeworth:
Since you said it was a "child", I presume they're of a young age, correct?
Courtney:
I simply cannot answer any questions about him...That boy has nothing to do with you, or the president's assassination...
Before obtaining clue from "Are you searching for Moozilla?"
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue from "Are you searching for Moozilla?"
Leads to:
"Let me try using that clue..."
Are you searching for Prosecutor Debeste?
Edgeworth:
Is the person you're searching for... Sebastian, by any chance?
Courtney:
When Sebastian learned of his father's true colors, he went into hiding of his own free will. I am worried about him... but this may be a trial he needs to overcome on his own.
How heartless of you.
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
It's not much of a trial.
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Courtney:
Since he went into hiding of his own accord, he could return whenever he wanted to...
Edgeworth:
Could it be, the person you're searching for is unable to return under their own power?
Courtney:
In regards to that, my lips are sealed... I am unable to talk about it right now... When I think about what might happen to that child if I talked...
You consider Sebastian a "child"?
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Who is "that child" you speak of?
Leads to:
""That child"... Could you tell me who you are referring to?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
"That child"... Could you tell me who you are referring to?
Courtney:
! I-It's nothing! ...Please pay it no mind.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney's expression has changed. It seems I've managed to uncover a clue.
Leads back to first
Are you searching for Prosecutor Debeste? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Are you searching for Moozilla?
Edgeworth:
Are you searching for... the Mighty Moozilla?
Courtney:
...I don't have the time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
It's not a joke! Just a moment ago... ...you were surprised to learn that the president had been crushed by Moozilla, correct?
Courtney:
Th-That was... I was simply surprised by the president's cause of death! To think that he passed away at the temporary film lot, of all places...
What's wrong with how he died?
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
What's wrong with where he died?
Leads to:
"From the way you're talking... It seems you have a problem with where he died?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
From the way you're talking... It seems you have a problem with where he died?
Courtney:
Th-That's not true. It's just... For the president to have passed away at a film lot, a place where dreams are made... I just thought it would be better if the movie's cast and crew... remained unaware of the truth.
A staff member found the body.
Leads to:
"I'm very sorry to say this..."
So it won't affect the box office?
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I'm very sorry to say this... However, the movie's cast and crew are already aware of the president's death. I encountered a female staff member and John Marsh at the crime scene...
Courtney:
N-No! Ahh... How would it have come to this!?
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. She seems to react strongly when it comes to the staff of the Moozilla film. This could be a useful clue.
Leads back to first
Are you searching for Moozilla? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Let me try using that clue...
Is he involved in the Moozilla movie?
Leads to:
"Earlier, when Moozilla was brought up, it seemed to be a sensitive topic for you..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Earlier, when Moozilla was brought up, it seemed to be a sensitive topic for you... Is that "child" you spoke of involved with the Moozilla movie?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Courtney:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! H-How!? How do you know that...!?
Edgeworth:
You're usually so calm, yet you seem rather distraught right now. Please, tell me... Who is that child!?
Courtney:
...I understand. If you've come to know this much... I shall prepare myself for the worst. The child I'm searching for... is a boy by the name of John Marsh.
Edgeworth:
John...? Why do you want to know his whereabouts?
Courtney:
Well... That much, I simply cannot say...
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Didn't you say you were prepared for the worst!?
Courtney:
.....!
Edgeworth:
Even if you don't intend to talk, I am determined to expose the truth. ...That is my resolve. Why is she searching for John... I must get her to tell me the reason.
Are you acquainted with him?
Edgeworth:
Are you acquainted with John, by any chance?
Courtney:
He is... a famous movie star. I doubt there is anyone who doesn't know who he is.
Edgeworth:
...I actually hadn't heard of him until I met with him today.
Courtney:
That... just proves you have much to learn. Allow me to give you a lesson. I know everything about him!
Then, what's his favorite food?
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
I couldn't care less.
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Courtney:
...My apologies. I seem to have lost my composure.
Edgeworth:
You tend to lose your calm whenever the conversation turns to John, don't you?
Courtney:
Uh...! I-In any case... While I may know everything about John, it is a one-sided relationship.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Let me try using that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Let me try using that clue...
You must have spoken with John!
Leads to:
"It almost sounds as if John himself told you personally."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I understand you're worried about him, but aren't you a bit too flustered? You told me earlier that you had spoken with John. Doesn't that prove that you are indeed acquainted with him!?
Courtney:
Ah... Aaaaah! How could I have committed such an indiscretion...!?
Edgeworth:
It appears that John and Judge Courtney are acquaintances... This could be a vital clue.
Leads back to first
Are you acquainted with him? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Where is he right now?
Edgeworth:
Actually, we are searching for John as well. Would you happen to have any idea where he might be?
Courtney:
...Why would you think that I would know where he is? John and I... There is no connection between us.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Let me try using that clue..."
Are you a fan of his?
Edgeworth:
Could it be that... you're a fan of John Marsh?
Courtney:
.....Yes. Yes... That's right! I am... a fan of John Marsh, the famous child actor who has been called a prodigy!
I don't think he is a prodigy...
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
That's an unexpected interest.
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Courtney:
I knew his movie was being filmed in front of the Grand Tower... ...so the temporary film lot had been on my mind.
Edgeworth:
...I see. I suppose a fan would be curious about that. Did you know that John was at the temporary film lot?
Courtney:
Yes... Of course I did. He said they would be filming there all day today, and yet...!
Did you hear that from him?
Leads to:
"It almost sounds as if John himself told you personally."
You sound like a stalker.
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
It almost sounds as if John himself told you personally.
Courtney:
Ah...!
Edgeworth:
I doubt he would give his schedule to a mere fan!
Courtney:
That's... true, isn't it? Please don't pay any mind to that statement...
Edgeworth:
She made another slip of the tongue... She must be really worried about John. So, she has spoken with John... This could be a useful clue.
Leads back to first
Are you a fan of his? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Let me try using that clue...
You two must be acquainted!
Leads to:
"I don't know what kind of relationship you have with John..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I don't know what kind of relationship you have with John... ...but at the very least, the two of you must be acquaintances!
Courtney:
E... Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Won't you allow us to help you in your search for him?
Courtney:
Help...? No, that won't be allowed?
Edgeworth:
Who won't allow it? The so-called Goddess of Law?
Courtney:
...The person who knows where that child is..
A paparazzi?
Edgeworth:
I will expose all of your lies for what they are.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I don't have time to play along with your jokes right now.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... She took it as a joke...! I should avoid making further useless remarks.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
A kidnapper?
Leads to:
"I don't know what kind of relationship you have with John..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Courtney:
...This recess is not very long. If you've no business with me, then I shall take my leave.
Edgeworth:
H... Hold on, please! (It seems I waited a little too long...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I see... Finally, I've connected all the pieces of the puzzle. The reason why you cannot easily talk about John... It was because... Someone kidnapped him, isn't that right?
Courtney:
A-Aah... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
...Judge Courtney. I would like to hear the truth from your own lips.
Courtney:
.....I understand. This time... I will truly be prepared for the worst. It is just as you deduced... Someone has kidnapped John.
Edgeworth:
! As I thought... There was a kidnapping! Still, how is John's kidnapping related to you in any way?
Courtney:
......John and I are... ...mother and child...
Edgeworth:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!? I was unable to learn much about the conversation she had with the president, but... ...I have learned of John's kidnapping. ...It was an unexpected result, but with that... it's checkmate.
Logic Chess Complete
Courtney:
.......
Kay:
Whaaat!? J-John is... Ms. Courtney's son!? No way! I mean, he's already so big, for him to be your...
Courtney:
Yes... John is indeed my son. Please look at this...
Edgeworth:
(This is a clipping from a magazine...)
Kay:
It's an article about John! Do you always carry this around with you?
Courtney:
Yes. I always keep it close by. It's like a charm to me...
Edgeworth:
(It seems the bond that they share is a strong one.)
Courtney:
.......
Edgeworth:
However, are you absolutely certain that he's been kidnapped?
Courtney:
Yes. I received a call from the kidnapper just before the trial started...
Edgeworth:
What were their demands?
Courtney:
They had only one demand. A "Not Guilty" verdict for Patricia Roland...
Edgeworth:
(I see. So that's what happened...)
Roland:
And, besides. You don't have any evidence, right? I recall a certain saying... "In court, evidence is everything." Wasn't it? Since there's no evidence, that would make me innocent. Isn't that right, Your Honor?
Courtney:
.......... That is correct. The prosecution has not produced sufficient evidence to prove the defendant guilty. As such, I hereby find the defendant, Patricia Roland...
Edgeworth:
So, that's why you were going to deliver a "Not Guilty" verdict earlier?
Courtney:
I am... not qualified to be a judge... A judge must be able to remain impartial and composed, above all else. And yet... despite this, in the trial just now, I... ...I was about to hand down a verdict that was led solely by my heart!
Edgeworth:
.....Judge Courtney.
Courtney:
The Goddess of Law must be furious with me... ...but, I simply couldn't do it. I couldn't hand down a fair verdict... if it meant I had to sacrifice my own son!
Objection!
Kay:
Of course you can't!
Edgeworth:
(Kay...)
Kay:
A real parent... would never abandon their own child! If that makes the Goddess of Law angry, then maybe the Goddess is the one who's wrong! The Goddess is guilty! Guilty! Isn't that right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. (To declare a goddess guilty...) We're responsible for upholding the law, but at the same time, we are only human. Nobody would hand down a verdict that would sacrifice their own child.
Courtney:
.....Thank you very much. Ms. Faraday, Prosecutor Edgeworth. However... I cannot simply run away from the courtroom.
Bailiff:
Judge Courtney! So this is where you've been.
Courtney:
It appears it's time...
Kay:
.......... Ms. Courtney! ...My father, he was a prosecutor.
Courtney:
Your father...?
Kay:
Yes. He stood in court, just like you. ...And now, with all that has happened, it got me thinking... What if, my father had been in the same position as you are now?
Courtney:
If a prosecutor was being coerced into obtaining a guilty verdict...
Kay:
I know... if my life were on the line, my father... ...would definitely come to steal me back!
Courtney:
Steal you... back?
Kay:
Ms. Courtney. Why don't you let us take care of it?
Courtney:
What...?
Kay:
I'm gonna go steal John back for you! As the second Yatagarasu, I, Kay Faraday, give you my word!
Courtney:
......
Edgeworth:
(Heh. So, the Great Thief Yatagarasu plans to steal the "truth", huh...) What say you, Judge Courtney? Will you place your trust in our young Great Thief?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
And, if it's alright with you, I wish to help as well.
Courtney:
.....Thank you very much. I know that it's really not my place to ask this of you... ...but please... do whatever you can... Please save John.
Kay:
You got it! Just leave everything to us!
Courtney:
Allow me to leave my cellphone with you. You may get a call from the kidnapper at some point.
Edgeworth:
You have my word. I will ensure the safe return of your phone, alone with your son.
Courtney:
And I will do everything in my power to prolong the trial. But... even then, at most the trial can only last for about two more hours...
Edgeworth:
(Two hours, huh... So, until 2 PM. That's our time frame...)
Courtney:
...I must return to court. Ms. Faraday, Prosecutor Edgeworth, I shall leave the rest to you.
Edgeworth:
Heh. Kay, I thought you were taking a break from being the Great Thief?
Kay:
As of right now, the Great Thief Yatagarasu is back in business! Alright! Time to put on the gloves and hit the pavement! It's my first request, after all!
Edgeworth:
Is that so? In that case, we'd better begin our investigation posthaste... ...if we hope to track down John...
Lang:
Tch! Where'd he run off to!?
Edgeworth:
He might have just gone back home.
Kay:
That's right! I mean, it doesn't look like they're going to get any filming done today!
Lang:
...Or he may have run away.
Edgeworth:
We should probably begin our investigation from the front of the Grand Tower.
Kay:
H-Hey! Hold it, Mr. Edgeworth! You're not the one in charge anymore! From here on out, this is a job for a Great Thief! Which means, I'm the leader now!
Edgeworth:
...If that's the case, then what am I supposed to do?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, you get to be... the first ever Great Thief's Assistant!
Edgeworth:
(So, I'm a thief's assistant now...?)
Kay:
Alright! Let's get going! The Great Thief Yatagarasu takes flight once again!
April 6, 12:10 PMOutside Grand TowerTower Plaza
Kay:
Here we are! The scene of the crime! Let's get to work! Now, say it with me, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hm? Say what?
Kay:
"Even in the depths of night..."
Edgeworth:
..........
Kay:
Aww, come on! Say the rest with me!
Edgeworth:
And just why should I do that!?
Kay:
Because! The Great Thief Yatagarasu has arrived on the scene! If we don't say the introduction, it just doesn't feel right!
Edgeworth:
I have no intention of becoming a thief.
Kay:
Aargh! Fine, then. I'll do it by myself! Even in the depths of night, when no other bird dares to take flight... ...one alone soars to shine the light of righteousness on the world's blight! And that one is me! For I am the Great Thief, Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
Yes, Kay. I know you are. I, on the other hand, am starting the investigation.
Kay:
Tch. You're no fun.
Edgeworth:
...We don't have time for "fun". We only have until 2 o'clock. We need to begin making inquiries immediately.
Kay:
Good thing we have a photo, so we can go right ahead and start asking around!
Begin Investigation
Outside Grand TowerTower Plaza
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
To think that Ms. Courtney is actually a kind and doting mother to her son... I never would have guessed it from how she normally acts.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. In order to fulfill her role as a judge... ...she had to conceal her true feelings behind that facade.
Kay:
Although John is a bit of a brat... ...I can't bear to see Ms. Courtney looking so sad! We definitely have to steal John back for Ms. Courtney's sake!
The kidnapping
Edgeworth:
To think that John had been kidnapped and was being held hostage all this time...
Kay:
That explains why we weren't be able to find him anywhere.
Edgeworth:
The last time we saw him was at the film set. We should start by gathering information over there.
Kay:
The kidnappers may have left some clues behind! Let's examine everything, even if it seems totally unrelated!
Trailer
Edgeworth:
This trailer is used to shuttle actors to and from the film lot.
Kay:
It shuttles the actors? Does that mean... Galactic Trailer, ready for launch! Three... two... one... Ignition! Blast off at the speed of light! Shower thrusters on full! Rocket bathroom engage!
Edgeworth:
(I would prefer a calm relaxing bath myself...)
Kay:
The kidnappers may have left some clues behind! Let's examine everything, even if it seems totally unrelated!
Trailer (after clearing all "Talk" options of orange man)
Edgeworth:
About John's seat...
Powers:
Ah, it's over there, where that backpack is sitting.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? Something is sticking out of the bag.) This is... a tape?
Powers:
Huh? It's a tape for filming. Why does John have one?
Edgeworth:
(Did he film something? This might be a clue.) Is there any way to check its contents?
Powers:
We have a monitor to look over the footage that was filmed. We can use that. Now then, let's see what's on the tape.
Edgeworth:
This is...! It looks like when John was practicing.
Penny:
John was practicing by himself...
Edgeworth:
(The monster's footprints can be seen as well... so this must have been recorded last night.)
Powers:
He does that sometimes... When he's not happy with his performance, he'll sneak onto the set to practice by himself.
Kay:
Wow. He really IS hard working!
Powers:
He sure is. Although he's young, he's a real pro. He never rests until he's satisfied. Then again... I can't say that I approve of him using the equipment without asking.
Edgeworth:
John is able to operate the equipment all by himself?
Powers:
More or less, if it's just basic filming...
Kay:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
What's wrong? Why isn't John on the screen anymore...?
Kay:
I think he ran off somewhere just a few seconds before this.
Edgeworth:
(Did he go somewhere while the camera was still recording?) The tape ends here... It looks like this was all that was recorded.
Kay:
No one else was on camera except for John.
John's Practice Video data jotted down in my Organizer.
Film equipment (after clearing all "Talk" options of orange man)
Edgeworth:
(Pieces of film equipment have been placed here.) Are you filming today?
Powers:
No. We had to stop filming for today... ...since a box has disappeared.
Edgeworth:
A box...? (What is he talking about?)
Powers:
Yeah. There was some equipment in that box. I take my eyes off of it for a few seconds, and look what happens...
Kay:
So, there's a thief among us!?
Edgeworth:
Exactly what was stolen?
Powers:
Nothing much, actually. Just the box (Stolen box - Went missing from the trailer. Only the box itself was stolen.) is missing.
Kay:
Why would someone steal a box...? Personally, I would have taken the stuff inside.
Edgeworth:
They probably wanted the box more than whatever was inside it. (Did they plan to put something inside the box?)
Orange man
???:
Long time no see, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Y-You're...!
Edgeworth:
This is Will Powers. He is an action star I met in a previous case. He also played the role of the Steel Samurai, Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo.
Edgeworth:
It's been a long time.
Kay:
Pleased to meet you! I'm Kay Faraday, a Great Thief. Some stuff has happened, so now Mr. Edgeworth is my assistant!
Powers:
Nice to meet you... but, a thief? And Mr. Edgeworth is your assistant?
Edgeworth:
Please, pay it no heed. More importantly, I'd like to ask you some questions about the case.
Powers:
O-OK... I don't know if I'll be much help though.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. He's an actor who has been working with John... It may be a bit sudden, but let's hear what he has to say.)
About the case
Powers:
I had heard that you were handling the investigation for this case, but...
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Well, that's... (I'm not the prosecutor in charge though...)
Powers:
But if you're the assistant, then does this mean that Kay is in charge?
Edgeworth:
No, this is just a simple mis...
Kay:
You've got a good eye on you! You're completely right!
Edgeworth:
(She jumped at the chance...)
Kay:
Since I'm in charge here, I'd like you to answer a few questions posthaste. And please be frank... Did anything happen to catch your eye... Ergo, didn't you notice anything?
Edgeworth:
(Who is she trying to imitate?)
Powers:
Be frank, huh? Well... I feel sorry for the victim, but... ...I can't help but worry about what will happen with the filming from now on...
Edgeworth:
No, that's only natural. Still, I would think that filming would be difficult now.
Powers:
I knew it... This is bad. We can only use this location for a little while longer, too.
Edgeworth:
Is the filming almost complete, then?
Powers:
No, but construction will begin here soon, so we won't be able to film here anymore. We're only using this vacant lot until construction begins.
Edgeworth:
(So the rest of the movie will be filmed at Global Studios...)
Powers:
Things aren't looking good. There's even some people spreading bad rumors...
Edgeworth:
Bad rumors?
Powers:
Lately, a "journalist" has been coming by repeatedly, saying... "This film lot's hidin' a real monster, I reckon! There ain't no use hidin' it!" ...and stuff like that.
Edgeworth:
I have a feeling I know who you're talking about...
Powers:
Yes. It was that photographer from before.
Kay:
You're not actually hiding a real monster, are you?
Powers:
Of course not! If there really was one, I'd be out of a job...
Monster movie
Edgeworth:
It seems they're putting a lot of work into this movie.
Powers:
That's because this is our first attempt at making a sequel to an old classic. Global Studios is pouring their heart and soul into this one.
Edgeworth:
(I wish they'd put that much effort into making a new Steel Samurai series.) What role are you playing this time, Mr. Powers?
Powers:
I'm playing the Mighty Moozilla.
Kay:
Wow! You're the main character!
Powers:
Well... M-Much obliged... I'm wearing a full-body costume again, so my face won't be seen this time either...
Kay:
I see. That costume sure is cool though. I wanna try wearing it too! I know. How about next time, you let me get in the costume? Maybe just the horn part?
Powers:
That's... not really possible. You can't get inside the horns.
Kay:
Well... I guess that makes sense. I'm not in the screen actors guild after all...
Edgeworth:
(I don't think that's what he means.)
John Marsh (appears after "About the case" and "Monster movie")
Edgeworth:
I would like to ask you some questions about John...
Powers:
About John? Ah, I heard about it from the girl on staff. How he suddenly vanished from right in front of you guys... That's just like him.
Kay:
Does he do that a lot?
Powers:
I'd say so. During filming breaks, if you even took your eyes off of him for a moment, he'd be gone.
Edgeworth:
Do you have any idea as to where he might have gone?
Powers:
I don't know, but... ...I ran into him as he was leaving the film lot.
Kay:
What!? Really? Where did John go?
Powers:
I saw him get in the trailer, but... ...when I was checking the equipment, he was gone again.
Edgeworth:
(The trailer... huh. There might still be some traces of him left behind.) Mr. Powers. Could you show us the trailer?
Powers:
Sure thing. It's a bit of a mess right now, though.
Edgeworth:
(Let's take him up on his offer and examine the inside of the trailer.)
Present
Monster Movie Flyer
Powers:
Ah, that flyer... I thought about giving one to you, but it seems you already have one.
Edgeworth:
Yes. However, a fictitious monster battling against a fake Gourdy is... How should I put it... It's a little farfetched.
Powers:
Actually, I think so too. But, in the beginning, we tried to find the real Gourdy from Gourd Lake... There were plans to use footage of the real monster in the film.
Edgeworth:
(It seems the problems with this movie stem from before they even started filming...)
Moozilla's Head or Monster's Footprints
Powers:
Ahh... So, Moozilla's head is broken, and giant footprints were left at the set. Actually, quite a lot of money was spent on production costs... You could say that the fate of Global Studios rests entirely on the film's success. I'm sorry... for talking about such things when someone has just died.
Edgeworth:
No, there's no need to worry. It is an undeniable fact that the film lot has been severely damaged.
Kay:
Global Studios also makes the Steel Samurai, right? ...Mr. Edgeworth. This is bad! If we don't resolve this case quickly, the Steel Samurai might also be gone for good!
Edgeworth:
(Ugh...! I never thought I'd be under so much pressure...)
Moozilla Doll
Powers:
That's the original Moozilla. It was pretty popular over a decade ago. This is the type that can record your voice, right?
Edgeworth:
(Yes. We were saved not too long ago, thanks to its recording function.)
Powers:
But this doll has one horn on it.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... What do you mean?
Powers:
There should be a total of two horns attached, one on each side. But if it's from over ten years ago, I guess it's not surprising that it's missing a horn.
Edgeworth:
I-Is that so? I thought the doll had a nice design, even with the missing horn...
Kay:
But you're always so nit-picky when it comes to the design of the Steel Samurai.
Edgeworth:
(Hmph... She doesn't understand at all. That hero is special.)
Commemorative Photo or John's Practice Video
Powers:
What can I say...? It gives you a good sense of the film lot, doesn't it? The entire cast and crew are all pumped up for this work, even more than usual. Despite all the hardships... we're never without a smile. It's a really nice atmosphere. And now... this happened...
Edgeworth:
(Although there is nothing I can do about the interruption of the filming... If I solve this case, they might be able to resume filming. In that case, there's only one thing for us to do...!)
Anything else
Powers:
Wh... What's this supposed to be? I might be able to help you if it has something to do with acting or stunts, but...
Edgeworth:
I appreciate that. However, this has nothing to do with acting or stunts...
Powers:
Is that so...? That's too bad.
Edgeworth:
(He seems disappointed.)
Sign
Edgeworth:
It appears to be a map of the area around the Grand Tower. Let's take a look.
Dust Waste Management
Kay:
Dust Waste Management... Do they help you manage your wasteful spending?
Edgeworth:
No, this is where the garbage trucks bring all the combustible waste they've collected. ...By the way, Kay, why are you so fidgety?
Kay:
It's nothing. More importantly, there's another waste center on the top right corner of the map!
Edgeworth:
Since they're separate facilities, they probably handle different kinds of waste. Although, there does seem to be a lot of waste management facilities around here.
Kay:
Oh... Ooh! I think I know why. I bet they're always collecting garbage from dusk till dawn.
Edgeworth:
(Were you so fidgety because you were waiting for a chance to say that...?)
Grand Tower
Edgeworth:
This is the Grand Tower. It's where we are right now.
Kay:
It's a nice building, but... I can't say I'm a fan.
Edgeworth:
(I can't blame her. It wouldn't be strange if she never wanted to set foot in the tower again.)
Kay:
But Mr. Edgeworth, once we discover the truth and completely solve this case... ...can we come here again, just to sightsee? And we can bring Gummy along with us too!
Edgeworth:
(Never letting the past hold you back... and always looking forward. That's just like you.) Unfortunately, Kay, we aren't quite finished here yet. There's still much left to solve. It's too early to be making plans for the future.
Kay:
Hmm... I guess so. Well then, let's hurry up and solve it!
Rising Sun Park
Kay:
I never really cared much for that sort of thing... I heard that ultraviolet rays from the sun can cause burn marks on your skin.
Edgeworth:
...Kay, what in the world are you talking about?
Kay:
C'mon! I'm talking about the Rising Sun Park, of course!
Edgeworth:
(I'd like to bask in that sentiment... while I watch the sun rise in the park.)
Sunshine Coliseum
Edgeworth:
The Sunshine Coliseum. It's a place where all sorts of special events are held.
Kay:
I've always wanted to go to the World Thief Expo, but it was cancelled this year. I heard that it's a huge event, where all the greatest thieves from around the world gather. But last year, everyone who went got arrested! Turns out it was just a trap set up by the police to catch the thieves.
Edgeworth:
(And even knowing that... you still want to go?)
Dawn Waste Center or Sunshine Harbor
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It seems the harbor and the waste center are quite close to each other.
Kay:
Maybe that's where they dispose of all the garbage that comes floating in from the ocean?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps they do... but I'm sure they also deal with other types of waste as well.
Kay:
Other types of waste... Ah! You don't mean shells and fish bones, do you? You can't just throw away the fish and shells you catch from the sea like garbage! You oughta recycle them! Make 'em into jewelry and stuff!
Edgeworth:
...Kay. Lets's talk about this matter some other time.
Blue truck
Kay:
Hey, Jooooohn! Hmm. Guess he's not here. This basket looked pretty suspicious to me, but...
Edgeworth:
(It certainly does...) ........
Kay:
Huh? What's wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Why are you touching the truck?
Edgeworth:
The truck's body is cold to the touch. It seems to have been parked here for some time.
Kay:
You can figure all that out just by touching it!?
Edgeworth:
Considering the length of time it's been parked here, the driver must not be nearby. I suppose we won't be able to ask them any questions until they return.
Blue Truck data jotted down in my Organizer.
Taxi
Driver:
Hey buddy, what's wrong? Your face looks so serious!
Edgeworth:
Have you picked up any passengers here today?
Driver:
Oh! I sure did! But it was only one group.
Edgeworth:
What did they look like?
Driver:
It was a pair of men. They were both wearing black.
Edgeworth:
Did you happen to see a small boy with them?
Kay:
Here's a picture of him!
Driver:
Nope. It was just the two guys.
Edgeworth:
I understand. Thank you for your cooperation. (I was hoping he would have some more information for us... but I guess not.) (Two men - Wore black and rode in the taxi. Didn't appear to have a child with them.)
Officer
Officer:
Thank you for your hard work, Prosecutor Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Hm? I'm not a prosecutor at the moment, but I'll keep quiet about that for now...) Thank you. What are you doing here?
Officer:
Sir! I'm on guard duty!
Edgeworth:
Then, could you tell me about the cars that have passed through here today?
Officer:
The only ones that came through here were that taxi and that blue truck!
Edgeworth:
(So, two different vehicles came through this place (Cars that came through - Only a taxi and a blue truck came through the plaza this morning.). This is valuable information.)
(Examining trailer after clearing all "Talk" options of Powers, blue truck, taxi, and film equipment and talking with officer leads to:)
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. It's already half past 12...)
Kay:
I wonder how Ms. Courtney and the others are holding up...
Edgeworth:
How long will they be able to prolong the trial...?
Kay:
We gotta hurry and find John!
Edgeworth:
Indeed.
Lotta:
Aww heck naw! That ain't how it's done! Ya ain't gonna catch a scoop like that!
Nicole:
S-Sorry, Chief!
Lotta:
What am I always tellin' ya!? We're beasts! Scoop-eatin' animals! It's scoop or starve! No story, no glory! Ya gotta get fired up!
Nicole:
Yessir! As expected of my mentor!
Edgeworth:
They're here... (It's those noisy reporters.)
Kay:
Hey, they came here too! Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! Let's go talk to them!
Edgeworth:
...Good grief. If we must.
Logic
"Two men" and "Men in black"
Edgeworth:
We've now collected some testimony regarding the culprits. Ms. Swift says she saw two men slip away with John. Furthermore, the taxi driver says he picked up two men in his taxi.
Kay:
They must be the same guys!
Edgeworth:
It seems likely. However, there is still a problem. According to the taxi driver, the two men were alone. John wasn't with them (John wasn't with them - When the men who took John got in taxi, there were only two of them.).
Kay:
Yeah, you're right... That is a problem.
"Stolen box" and "John wasn't with them"
Leads to:
"What if the kidnappers stole the box?"
Lotta Hart
Nicole Swift
Edgeworth:
Did Ms. Swift call you her mentor just now?
Lotta:
She sure did! Nicole is my number one pupil! She says she fell in love with the photos from my scoops! Even if our jobs are different, our passion for scoops is the same, lemme tell ya! Ever since then, she's been all cute-like, callin' me stuff like "Master" and "Chief"!
Edgeworth:
(So she fell in love with Ms. Hart's photos... I guess you could say, "like teacher, like student.")
Lotta:
She's still got a ways to go in gatherin' information, but her passion's a match for mine. Seems like she was tryin' to catch the scoop about Moozilla's appearance... She's been circlin' 'round these parts all day long.
Kay:
Circling around this area... Maybe she witnessed the kidnapping! Mr. Edgeworth. Looks like we'll need to hear what she has to say.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. (We need more information about John. Let's show Ms. Swift that piece of evidence, and ask her about him.)
Your next scoop
Edgeworth:
Now that the black market auctions are over, what are you aiming for next?
Lotta:
Ain't it obvious!? The Mighty Moozilla! I'm goin' after Moozilla! Who'd've thunk that while I was stakin' out the black market auction at the Grand Tower... ...the Mighty Moozilla's footprints would show up right next to the tower!?
Edgeworth:
Is there really a place that would publish a story like that?
Lotta:
Don't treat me like a fool! I've got one or two valued clients lined up. Actually, there's a newspaper company here at the Grand Tower. Me and Nicole go there all the time. Well... We always get turned away at the door, but still...
Edgeworth:
(I wouldn't exactly call that a valued client.)
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Lotta:
Hey, you... the gal with the ponytail. Yeah, I'm talkin' to YOU!
Kay:
Huh? You mean me?
Lotta:
Why would ya pin somethin' like that to yer clothes?
Kay:
Well, umm, this is the badge of the Yatagarasu, and it's a Great Thief's...
Lotta:
That ain't what I'm askin'! Even if it's wrapped in gold paper, won't yer body heat melt it? Don't ya get what I'm talkin' 'bout!? The chocolate. That big ol' piece of o' chocolate! Didn't nobody teach ya not to play with yer food!?
Kay:
M... Mr. Edgewooorth. What am I supposed to do?
Edgeworth:
(Kay. At times like these, just stay silent and wait for the storm to pass.)
Letter from Unknown or Grand Tower
Lotta:
Well, I guess the case of the black market auction was resolved thanks to me.
Kay:
Yeah! We should probably thank you as well, shouldn't we? Thank you so much! I've fully recovered all of my memories too!
Lotta:
Huh... your memories? Wait, you lost your memories?
Edgeworth:
(It would seem that it is her memories that are suspect...)
Monster Movie Flyer, Moozilla's Head, Moozilla Doll or Monster's Footprints
Lotta:
Hey, heinous prosecutor! I'm tellin' ya now, the Mighty Moozilla is mine! I'm gonna go over this place with a fine-tooth comb and find me every last clue! I won't miss even a single strand of fallen hair, not to mention its footprints!
Edgeworth:
Fallen hair...? (You were searching for something like that?)
Kay:
M... Mr. Edgeworth, it's fine. You don't need to worry yet! Your father had a full head of hair, after all. Everyone's hair falls out a little bit at some point! Please have some more confidence!
Edgeworth:
(I wasn't worried about that... Why is she trying to cheer met up about it?)
Lotta's Testimony
Lotta:
Shucks. I may be a heck of a social photographer... ...but after spendin' all that time hunkered down behind that statue, my back is killin' me.
Edgeworth:
Now that you mention it, you said that you saw Moozilla from behind the statue, correct?
Lotta:
I sure did! If and when Moozilla's existence comes to light... ...think of the huge impact it'll have on society! Well? That's the kinda stuff we social photographers always have on our minds.
Kay:
I guess there'd be a pretty big impact on society if Gourdy was proven to exist as well.
Lotta:
You betcha. Same with ancient aliens, dragons, buried treasures, time machines, and spirit mediums! A social photographer's gotta cover everything that impacts society! Ain't it awesome?
Kay:
Wow! You gotta be concerned with everything! You really are a friend to society.
Edgeworth:
Kay. Please don't take her seriously.
Anything else
Lotta:
Lemme just say, if yer tryin' to grab my interest... ...ya gotta bring me something that actually smells like a scoop!
Edgeworth:
(...I guess this didn't catch her interest.)
Nicole Swift
Nicole:
If it ain't Mr. Edgeworth! So we meet again.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. ...Why are you here?
Edgeworth:
You were set up as the suspect for the murder. Still, your involvement with the fake assassination plan remains a fact. You will have to submit to police questioning later. You should know that there's still a possibility you may be charged with some crime.
Nicole:
For some reason... my questionin' was stopped all of a sudden. After a while, they just let me out and told me I could go home scot-free. It must be some kinda message, sayin' I need to keep on doin' my best out there, I reckon. Well, they did give me a pretty stern warnin' not to reveal anythin' about the case.
Edgeworth:
(In the official statement released to the public about the assassination attempt... ...Ms. Swift was not involved. That must have been the reason why they let her go.)
Kay:
But, Mr. Edgeworth. Attempting to silence Nicole like this... ...is like trying to plug a leaky dam with your bare hands.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (She was quick to say something to harsh.)
Nicole:
I quickly put together the full details of everything I knew about the case... ...sprinkled in some of my own dramatizations, and brought the article in to a publisher. But... for some reason, I haven't gotten any replies yet...
Edgeworth:
(Were they pressured to keep quiet, or were her dramatizations simply too much...? ...Both are probable, so I'm not sure which is true.)
Collecting information
Edgeworth:
What information were you trying to collect here at the Grand Tower?
Nicole:
Mr. Edgeworth. Ya still don't get it, do ya? If ya wanna ask a reporter a question, ya gotta give her somethin' first!
Edgeworth:
Do you mean information that can be used in an article...?
Nicole:
Bingo! Gimme some info that'll make for a good article! If ya ain't got somethin' like that, I guess we won't be talkin'.
Edgeworth:
(I also need some information about John... Let's show her that piece of evidence, and try asking her about him.)
Top secret material (after presenting Commemorative Photo)
Kay:
D-Do you know something about it?
Nicole:
Truth is... I done saw it myself. A boy bein' taken away by a couple of men in black (Men in black - Nicole witnessed John being taken away by some men in black.)...!
Kay:
What!? Where'd they go?
Nicole:
That, I don't know. They were too far away, so I lost sight of 'em...
Kay:
Darn it! But, at least we know what the criminals looked like!
Edgeworth:
Yes. (A pair of men in black...)
Present
Monster Movie Flyer, Grand Tower, Moozilla's Head, Moozilla Doll, Monster's Footprints or Lotta's Testimony
Nicole:
Infiltratin' a den of evil to cover a scoop, with complete disregard for her own life... My mentor is really the greatest! Don't ya agree, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(She must be talking about Ms. Hart... Although I don't really want to comment...) Personally, I would prefer if she didn't make so many rash decisions.
Nicole:
Hmm. So in other words, she's good at makin' snap decisions. Is there anythin' else?
Edgeworth:
I'd also prefer if she'd gather information properly, instead of flattering people of status.
Nicole:
Hmm. So in other words, she's able to get lots of info from important people. That's just what I would expect from my mentor!
Edgeworth:
(I would also prefer if you didn't take everything I say and turn it all around...)
Commemorative Photo
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. I'm sorry, but about this photo...
Nicole:
Ya ain't gotta say it! I know exactly what's goin' on!
Edgeworth:
Hm? What do you mean?
Nicole:
Yer searchin' for him, ain't ya? .....That boy.
Edgeworth:
What?
Nicole:
Things are still pretty tough for you, I see. Miles Edgeworth, the Man of Crime! Wherever he goes, dead bodies are sure to follow! ...Or somethin' like that.
Edgeworth:
(That's a terrible reputation to have.)
Nicole:
Who woulda thought... this time, there'd be a kidnappin' incident.
Edgeworth:
!
Kay:
What! H-How'd you know that?
Nicole:
Shh! Shh! ...Could ya keep it down a little? This material is top secret. I ain't even told my mentor about it yet. Y'all gotta keep it a secret for me. If she finds out, I'll be a goner!
Edgeworth:
Why do you know...? (Judge Courtney should have only told us...)
Nicole:
Hmhmhmm. I ain't tellin' that to anyone, not even you, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
(It seems this reporter still hasn't learned her lesson...)
Nicole:
Y-Ya can give me the stink eye all ya want! I still ain't tellin'!
Anything else
	
Nicole:
At that moment, the prosecutor presents his evidence! A faintly shinin'... shinin'... ...Umm. What'd ya just show me?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Never mind. (Looks like she doesn't know anything about it.)
Edgeworth:
What if the kidnappers stole the box?
Kay:
Ah! You mean they...!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. They took it in order to carry John inside it.
Kay:
John's a tiny kid, after all. Then, the reason the taxi driver didn't see John was because...
Edgeworth:
It's likely he was put in the trunk as the kidnapper's luggage.
Kay:
But, why did they need to go through all the trouble of hiding him?
Edgeworth:
At first, the kidnappers must have intended to abduct him without being seen. However, they didn't anticipate all the policemen in the plaza.
Kay:
Ah, I see. If they tried to just walk away with him, they would've been spotted...
Edgeworth:
Just the mere presence of policemen would have been a sizable threat.
Kay:
I geddit! In that case, we've gotta ask the taxi driver!
Edgeworth:
Did the two men you told us about earlier have any luggage with them?
Driver:
Yeah. They stuffed a huge box into the trunk.
Kay:
Then that's that! Those guys must be the kidnappers!
Edgeworth:
Do you remember where you took those men?
Driver:
Sounds to me like something serious has gone down here... If you'd like, I could take you to the same place I took them.
Kay:
Let's do it, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Thank you for your help.
Driver:
No problemo! Just leave it to me!
Investigation Complete
April 6, 12:57 PM???????
Kay:
Uugh... That taxi drove way too fast. I don't feel too good.
Edgeworth:
........
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, are you alright? Your face is really pale.
Edgeworth:
I-I'm fine. The driver said they came to this house's garage...
Kay:
This must be where those two men brought the box! ...Ah! Mr. Edgeworth! Look at the nameplate on the door!
Edgeworth:
Nameplate...? What!? "Blaise Debeste"!?
Kay:
So this is... the chairman's house!
Edgeworth:
(Does that mean the one who kidnapped John was Blaise Debeste? Blaise should have already been arrested though...)
Kay:
Ah! The garage door is unlocked!
Edgeworth:
You really do have a good eye for this sort of thing...
Edgeworth:
(It smells like motor oil. Maintaining that motorcycle must be Blaise's hobby.)
Kay:
Excuse me... we're coming in... Anybody home?
Edgeworth:
Doing something like this, it's as if we're a couple of petty thieves...!
Kay:
Shh! Be quiet! Right now, we're Great Thieves! Have some self-awareness!
Edgeworth:
(...She scolded me.) Nobody's here... For now, it looks like we can get through this without being arrested.
Kay:
This isn't the time to be relieved! Now the real deal begins! Let's go look for treasure!
Edgeworth:
(We are looking for John, not treasure...)
Green box
Edgeworth:
This large box... this must be it. This is probably the box that Mr. Powers said had been stolen.
Kay:
So John was stashed in this box and then transported all the way here.
Edgeworth:
Please don't talk about people as if they are objects. However, if that's the case... ...there is also a possibility that John is still somewhere in this garage.
Kay:
Ok, let's go look for him! Our honor as the Great Thief and her assistant depend on it!
Edgeworth:
(...Good grief.)
Gloves
Kay:
Ah! I found something good!
Edgeworth:
These are... mechanic's gloves. You wear them during vehicle maintenance, or when you're working with machinery.
Kay:
They look really stained with motor oil.
Edgeworth:
(However, they are also horribly stained with dirt... could the gloves have gotten this dirty just from maintaining the bike?)
Kay:
Mmm. I don't really like Blaise, but these gloves are pretty cool. Do you think we could come up with some reason to take these with us!?
Edgeworth:
(When you say it like that, it makes it hard for me to take them as evidence...)
Mechanic's Gloves data jotted down in my Organizer.
Motorcycle
Kay:
Wow! This bike is so cool! Look at that! It has a skull for a headlight!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. It seems the eyes light up when you turn on the headlights.
Kay:
Oooh. Well, I'm sure its eyes don't glare as well as yours, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(My eyes don't actually emit light when I glare, though...)
Shovel and sledgehammer
Edgeworth:
There are large tools hanging on the wall, such as a sledge hammer and a shovel.
Kay:
It's a lot bigger than the gavel Ms. Courtney carries around. If I ever become a judge, I'd want my gavel to be this big.
Edgeworth:
Swinging such a huge gavel in court would be intolerable. Please don't.
Kay:
Aww... Then I'll just swing the shovel that's beneath it instead.
Edgeworth:
That has no business being swung in court or elsewhere. Please don't.
Cement bag
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! There are huge bags of flour here! If I had some water and a rolling pin, I could make some noodles by hand! I'll slightly undercook them, so they have a nice, firm, al dente texture.
Edgeworth:
Kay, those are bags of cement mix, not flour. When mixed with water, it will harden. It's not something you'd want to sink your teeth into.
Kay:
Oh... I guess cement noodles shouldn't be cooked al dante...
Edgeworth:
(No. They shouldn't even be cooked in the first place.)
(Examining the "Cement bag", "Shovel and sledgehammer", "Gloves" and "Green box" leads to:)
???:
...*thump, thump*...
Edgeworth:
Hm?
Kay:
Th-There's someone inside!
???:
...*thump, thump*... *thump, thump*... *CRASH*!
Edgeworth:
Is it... John...?
Kay:
John! We're coming to save you! ......Eh?
Edgeworth:
(Th-This is...!) You're..... S-Sebastian!
Kay:
Whaaaaat!? Why!?
Debeste:
Nnnnf, Nmmnnnmmf!
Kay:
This is Blaise's house, right? That would mean...
Edgeworth:
Yes. It should also be Sebastian's house. (So then, why is he...?) Kay, go help him out.
Kay:
If it has to do with ropes, just leave it to Kay! Here I go! A little pull over here, and a quick tug over there! Are you alright, Sebastian?
Debeste:
..........
Edgeworth:
(He looks a little worse for wear.) Why were you tied up in a place like this?
Debeste:
.....How should I know!? Y-You guys don't know anything about me!
Edgeworth:
.....It's because we don't know. That's why we're asking you...
Debeste:
..........
Kay:
He's completely shut off his heart...
Edgeworth:
Indeed... If it's come to this... ...I suppose I have no choice but to use that.
Kay:
Ah! You mean!
Edgeworth:
I hate to do this when he's in such a fragile state. It's like kicking a man who's down...
Kay:
...Will it be alright? His mind might break if you corner him too much, y'know?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I am aware of that. I will try to be careful. (Good grief. I wonder how this will turn out... I've never held back against anyone before...)
Edgeworth:
After running out of the meeting room this morning, why would he be here of all places...?
Debeste:
You guys... You don't know how I feel!
5 CHESS PIECES
Edgeworth:
(He's gone through a lot of shock. He must be on the verge of an emotional meltdown.) It can't be helped... At times like this, I must quietly listen to what he has to say.
Debeste:
N-No one tells me anything... I'm always the only one being left out like an idiot...!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I should try to answer his questions as best as I can.) Considering how fragile he is... I won't have much time to spare. I'll need to ask about his true feelings, and try to calm him down posthaste!
Begin Logic Chess
Tell me what's on your mind.
Leads to:
"Could you please tell me what's on your mind?"
You're a failure as a person!
Edgeworth:
From what I've seen these past few days... You have absolutely no redeeming qualities. Perhaps you should try starting over again... as a human being.
Debeste:
U... Ungh... UWAAAAAAAAAAHH!
Edgeworth:
Calm down! I'm not finished yet...
Debeste:
No way! I'm never gonna listen to you or anyone else again!
Edgeworth:
Urk...! I just said the one thing that I shouldn't have said...!
Infinite time loss
Edgeworth:
Could you please tell me what's on your mind?
Debeste:
I... I don't wanna! It's not like you'd listen to me anyways!
That's right! I never listen to you!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
I can pretend to listen!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"....."
Edgeworth:
.....
Debeste:
Wh-What's wrong? Normally, you'd be shouting "Objection!" right about now!
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"....."
Edgeworth:
.....
Debeste:
...You're serious? Y-You're really... gonna listen to what I have to say?
Edgeworth:
I can understand... the shock you went through after what happened with your father.
Debeste:
It wasn't just Pops. This morning, I... I lost everything!
Was something stolen?
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Oh, you poor baby.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Debeste:
E-Everything I have... was given to me by Pops... T-Tell me, Mr. Edgeworth... Just what am I supposed to believe in...?
Believe in yourself!
Leads to:
"If you can't believe in others, then at least believe in yourself."
Don't believe in anything!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
If you can't believe in others, then at least believe in yourself. You'll need to gain experience on your own, but if you require wisdom, I can lend you a hand.
Debeste:
! ...Ever since I got locked up, I've been thinking... ...am I too inculpable to be a prosecutor... uh? Incapable...? Erm, which one was it?
I believe it's "incapable".
Leads to:
"I believe "incapable" is the word you are looking for."
You still haven't figured it out!?
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I believe "incapable" is the word you are looking for. Judging your own ability is not an easy task. Sebastian. Little by little, you are growing.
1 PIECE BROKEN
Debeste:
!
Edgeworth:
Sebastian. Would you tell me your side of the story?
Debeste:
.....I-I understand. What... should I talk about?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. He seems to have calmed down slightly. I'd like you to tell me everything you know about the kidnappers. Now then... Tell me what you heard and saw!
Who kidnapped you?
Edgeworth:
Do you have any idea who the kidnapper could be?
Debeste:
O-Of course I don't...! If I did, I would've told you already!
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Let me try using that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Let me try using that clue...
Blaise was behind the kidnapping!
Leads to:
"A kidnapper can easily use his own home to hold someone captive."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
A kidnapper can easily use his own home to hold someone captive. Sebastian... you were kidnapped by your own father!
Debeste:
Wh... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!? I-It can't be... Was he going to kill me because... I was a nuisance?
Of course not!
Leads to:
"Would there be any reason for him to take your life?"
Maybe.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Would there be any reason for him to take your life? If his son was found dead in his own garage, Blaise would be suspected immediately.
Debeste:
.....I see! Th-Then... Why was I kidnapped?
Edgeworth:
(Kidnapping his own son... I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be after any ransom money... There must be some other reason why Blaise ordered the kidnapping. This could be a useful clue.)
Leads back to first
Who kidnapped you? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Why were you tied up in your own home?
Edgeworth:
Why were you tied up in your own home, of all places?
Debeste:
Th-That's what I'd like to know! I'm the victim here! How would I know!?
Stop playing the victim!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Get some information at least!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Debeste:
I-I was really scared, being locked up alone, you know!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Did your abductors happen to say anything to you?
Debeste:
I don't really get it, but... one of them said, "Don't blame us, blame the owner of this house"!
Isn't the owner Sebastian Debeste?
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Isn't the owner Blaise Debeste?
Leads to:
"The owner of this house... wouldn't that be Blaise Debeste?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
The owner of this house... wouldn't that be Blaise Debeste?
Debeste:
Huh? P-Pops...? Ah..... I get it! Someone who hates Pops must've taken me hostage!
Edgeworth:
(No... Considering the situation, that seems unlikely. The connection between Blaise and the kidnappers... This could be a useful clue.)
Leads back to first
Why were you tied up in your own home? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Do you know the kidnappers' objective?
Edgeworth:
Do you know what the kidnappers' objective was?
Debeste:
What are you saying!? What else would a kidnapper want besides a ransom?
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Let me try using that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Let me try using that clue...
Blaise had another objective!
Leads to:
"Kidnapping his own son in order to demand a ransom wouldn't make such sense."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Kidnapping his own son in order to demand a ransom wouldn't make such sense.
Debeste:
.....Y-Yeah, you're right!
Edgeworth:
Did you notice anything strange when you got kidnapped?
Debeste:
Oooh... As soon as I answered their question, they just took me away...
What did they ask you?
Leads to:
"They asked you a question...? Tell me what they asked you!"
You sure didn't put up much of a fight.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
They asked you a question...? Tell me what they asked you!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Debeste:
Waaah! D-Don't glare at me like that... Erm... I think they asked me, "Do you know Courtney?"
Edgeworth:
! I see.. The pieces of the puzzle are starting to fall into place. Blaise... and the kidnappers did not intend to kidnap you. Their objective was John Marsh. They were planning to kidnap Judge Courtney's son... ...in order to have Patricia Roland declared not guilty!
Debeste:
J-Justine has a son...? And Warden Roland gets declared not guilty...?
Edgeworth:
I suspect... the kidnappers mistook you for John Marsh.
Debeste:
A-All of this... was just a mistake? ! Wait... maybe that's why, back then...!
Edgeworth:
Hm...? Did you just remember something?
Debeste:
N-No..... It's nothing! I'm useless anyways... Just... leave me alone already!
Edgeworth:
Th-This is bad! He might be at his emotional limit...! I must get him to tell me what he remembered, and try to calm him down as well. Based on how distressed Sebastian looks right now... ...it must have been quite traumatic. I'll need to help him get back on his feet!
What did you remember?
Leads to:
"What did you remember just now?"
Edgeworth:
What did you remember just now?
Debeste:
I-I didn't remember anything... about Po... that guy...
About me?
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
About Blaise?
Leads to:
"Would "that guy" happen to be Blaise?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Would "that guy" happen to be Blaise?
Debeste:
D-Darniiiiiit! Oooh... So this is the difference between me and someone who earned his Prosecutor title...
Edgeworth:
...I've been waiting to ask you: Why did you become a prosecutor?
Debeste:
What does it matter!? I'm not fit to be a prosecutor anyways!
You don't fit at all!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
It fits me quite well!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Debeste:
S-Say something!
Edgeworth:
You must have some reason for choosing this path, right?
Debeste:
...N-No, it's not like that! It wasn't anything special! I became a prosecutor for a really insignificant reason!
It certainly sounds insignificant.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
I knew it.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Debeste:
It was just... a personal reason.
Edgeworth:
Heh... Just like you, I, too, became a prosecutor for a personal reason.
Debeste:
Huh...? I-Is that true...? B-But... you're a really successful prosecutor... I'm sure that Pops... the P.I.C. chairman... would have been more proud of you than me.
You wanted to join the P.I.C.?
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
You wanted your father's approval?
Leads to:
"I see... so, you wanted your father's approval."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I see... so, you wanted your father's approval.
Debeste:
Ooh.....! I thought that if I became the best prosecutor, he'd be proud of me! That's why I...! I just wanted to help out Pops as much as I could......!
Edgeworth:
Would you... happen to be protecting your father?
Debeste:
Wha... I-I don't have any reason to protect someone like him...!
Didn't you want to help your father?
Leads to:
"Didn't you want to help out your father... as much as you could?"
Didn't you hate your father?
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Didn't you want to help out your father... as much as you could?
Debeste:
Uuuuuunngh... Just once... I only wanted to be useful to Pops just this once! That way... I could help him regain his repetition!
That's impossible!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
I think you mean "reputation".
Leads to:
"You seem to be mixing up your words again... The word you're looking for is "reputation"."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You seem to be mixing up your words again... The word you're looking for is "reputation".
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Debeste:
Huh? N-No one's ever told me that before!
Edgeworth:
Your father, who has strayed from his path, continues to add to his crimes... Even knowing that, do you truly want things to stay the way they are?
Debeste:
But... in that case, just what am I supposed to do?
Edgeworth:
You should triumph over your father, who has treated you like a fool. You must stop Blaise before he commits another crime!
Debeste:
! I never thought of it that way. I... I want to triumph over Pops!
Edgeworth:
...Somehow, it seems he has calmed down once again. Now's my chance to ask him about Blaise's secret! I will give Sebastian the courage to stand up to his father!
Where is the evidence for the trial?
Edgeworth:
It seems that the evidence regarding Patricia Roland never made it to trial... It's the duty of a prosecutor to watch over the evidence. Did you take care of it properly?
Debeste:
Th... That's not it! Just listen to what I have to say!
There's no excuse!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
You listen to what I have to say!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Debeste:
I thought... I would keep it in the safest place I knew... Ungh... What have I done...!?
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Hmm... He seems to have become unsettled again."
What's Blaise and Patricia's connection?
Edgeworth:
Was there some connection between your father and Patricia Roland?
Debeste:
...I-I'm sorry. I don't really know...
Edgeworth:
Every tiny bit helps. Can you remember anything at all?
Debeste:
Umm... I think sometimes they would interact with each other during work, but...
Was there something else?
Leads to:
""But"...? Is there something else on your mind?"
Of course they would!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
"But"...? Is there something else on your mind?
Debeste:
Apparently, Pops is the one who recommended Roland to be the warden.
Edgeworth:
Oh...? Was there a reason for Blaise to recommend her?
Debeste:
Probably because... unlike me, Pops actually cares about her!
This is not the time to be jealous!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
I guess nobody likes you at all.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Debeste:
Well, Pops has known her since he first became the chief prosecutor after all...
Edgeworth:
What was he like when he was the chief prosecutor?
Debeste:
Oh... Pops was amazing! He'd look over every single piece of evidence that went through the Prosecutor's Office!
Edgeworth:
(He looked over every single piece of evidence...? This... could be a major clue!)
Leads back to first
What's Blaise and Patricia's connection? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Talk, or I'll charge you as an accomplice!
Edgeworth:
Now, why don't you tell me about Blaise's secret? If you continue to protect your father like this, you'll be charged as an accomplice, you know?
Debeste:
Eek...! Don't be so mean, Mr. Edgeworth! I already said I'd tell you! Th-There's no reason to threaten me...! UWAAAAaaaaaah! Mr. Edgeworth, I HATE YOUUUU!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh...! (He's been heavily traumatized. I should refrain from making pointless remarks.)
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Hmm... He seems to have become unsettled again. I suppose I should lend him a hand...
Did you give the evidence to Blaise?
Leads to:
"The place you thought would be the safest..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
The place you thought would be the safest... Would that have been in Blaise Debeste's hands?
Debeste:
Ungh... Waaaaaahhh! H-He told me that it would be safer if he took care of the evidence!
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry... but he has betrayed your trust in the worst way possible.
Debeste:
Pops... why would he want to hide the evidence...?
To make you a laughing stock!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
To leave the trial undecided!
Leads to:
"Blaise's objective was to have Warden Roland found not guilty, by obscuring the truth..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Blaise's objective was to have Warden Roland found not guilty, by obscuring the truth... Sebastian. You... were used by your father!
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Debeste:
Ungh... Uwaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
It's possible that Blaise Debeste has the evidence with him. Furthermore, we still have no idea where John is. I must return to my investigation posthaste, however...
Debeste:
This... This is all my fault...! What am I gonna do now...!?
Edgeworth:
...Seeing him like this, I can't just leave him be. He is still suffering in the gap between his ideal and reality. He will never move on until he figures out how to live his own life! Sebastian is about to face his greatest trial. Perhaps this is fate. I shall give him the push forward that he needs.
What are you going to do now?
Edgeworth:
What do you plan to do from here on?
Debeste:
F-First... I'm returning this red jacket. I'm not fit to wear it. "Clothes fake the man." I think that's what Pops used to say... He knew all along I was a fake.
It's "clothes make the man".
Leads to:
"...It's not "fake", the saying is "clothes make the man". You are what you wear."
It would look much better on me.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
...It's not "fake", the saying is "clothes make the man". You are what you wear.
Debeste:
! Thank you... Mr. Edgeworth. I've learned something new, yet again.
Edgeworth:
Y... Yes. All you have to do now is become a prosecutor who is fit to wear that jacket.
Debeste:
Yeah. I'll do my best! That way, no one will ever make fun of me again!
You're getting too full of yourself.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
You'll always be made fun of.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Debeste:
But... how can I get people to accept me? Hmm... What do I do? I... I don't know what to do!
Before clearing second and third option
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After clearing second and third option
Leads to:
"For goodness' sake... Don't you remember your own words?"
Will you walk the same path as your father?
Edgeworth:
Will you... continue to ignore the truth, just like your father?
Debeste:
Please... stop it already...! I don't want your putty... Just leave me alone...
I believe you mean "pity".
Leads to:
"I believe "pity" is the word you're looking for."
I didn't mean to pity you.
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I believe "pity" is the word you're looking for.
Debeste:
Oh! R-Really...?
Edgeworth:
I also have my own reasons... for wanting to speak with you. There was a time when I, too, did not seek the truth and continued to run away from it. However... thanks to a certain friend, I was able to realize my mistake.
Debeste:
That's nice... You're lucky, Mr. Edgeworth... I don't have anyone like that...
I will show you the way.
Leads to:
"If you have the courage to stand up... I will show you the way."
You may be right about that...
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
If you have the courage to stand up... I will show you the way.
Debeste:
Wh-What...!
Edgeworth:
Only if you have the will for it, though...
Debeste:
I..... I don't wanna be like Pops!
Edgeworth:
So... he wants to surpass his own father. I understand his feelings clearly now.
After clearing third option
Edgeworth:
Sebastian says that he wants to surpass his father and continue to be a prosecutor. In other words... he wants to be a different prosecutor from his father. It's the first answer he's arrived at on his own. I'm sure if he has the will, he'll find his way.
Leads back to first
Will you walk the same path as your father? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Will you continue to be a prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
Do you still intend to continue as a prosecutor?
Debeste:
I don't really know... It's not like I became a prosecutor on my own. Because of that... do I even have the right to continue being a prosecutor...?
Decide that for yourself!
Leads to:
"Whether or not you continue as a prosecutor is something you must decide for yourself!"
Of course not!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand? You have been cornered!
Debeste:
U... Uwaaaaaaahh! Please stop it already! Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
(Curses... If I make any pointless remarks, his mind will break.) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Whether or not you continue as a prosecutor is something you must decide for yourself!
Debeste:
Waaah!
Edgeworth:
Only you can determine your path in life.
Debeste:
......I don't want to stop being a prosecutor...! Because... if I give up now... I know I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life...
Edgeworth:
So, he wants to continue to live as a prosecutor... I shall keep his will in mind.
After clearing second option
Edgeworth:
Sebastian says that he wants to surpass his father and continue to be a prosecutor. In other words... he wants to be a different prosecutor from his father. It's the first answer he's arrived at on his own. I'm sure if he has the will, he'll find his way.
Leads back to first
Will you continue to be a prosecutor? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Edgeworth:
For goodness' sake... Don't you remember your own words? Perhaps his "own will" can show him the way.
You don't want to be like your father.
Leads to:
"As a prosecutor... didn't you want to walk a different path from your father?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Debeste:
Ooh... And now you're ignoring me... You just came to laugh at me, didn't you!?
Edgeworth:
C... Calm down! (It seems I waited a little too long...) Even so, he's someone that cries easily. Whether he's feeling down or he's losing his temper... ...he'll be crying either way, so I won't be able to tell the difference. I should try reading the emotion in what he's saying.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
As a prosecutor... didn't you want to walk a different path from your father? Certainly, the path you have chosen is not an easy one. Nevertheless, you still chose to live as a prosecutor. In that case, it should be clear to you what you need to do...!
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Debeste:
!
Edgeworth:
...I still question how I live my life to this day. But you, Sebastian... have found your own answer. So believe in yourself, Prosecutor Debeste!
Debeste:
I... WAAAAAAAAAAH!
Edgeworth:
(He was mistaken for John, and kidnapped by Blaise's underlings. And after his father stole his evidence, he lost his confidence as a prosecutor... The emotions he is going through must be more painful than anything I could imagine.) It's taken longer than I thought... but with that, it's checkmate.
Logic Chess Complete
Debeste:
U-unh, uugh... ungh...! D... D-D-D-D... DARN IIIIIIIIIIIT!
Edgeworth:
..........
Kay:
H-He dashed out of here at full speed...
Edgeworth:
(It seems if there's one thing he's "the best" at, it's running away...)
April 6, 1:15 PMOutside Grand TowerTower Plaza
Edgeworth:
(Curses! We're running out of time...) We should check in with Mr. Shields. (I'd also like to know what the situation is like on their end.)
Kay:
But Mr. Debeste ran off again...
Edgeworth:
We'll just give them the new information we discovered. Franziska will take his place.
Kay:
Hmm... I wonder if that's going to be enough...
Edgeworth:
It can't be helped. Since he ran away, there's nothing more we can do.
District Court - Courtroom No. 3
Ray:
Eerm. I guess I'll just say it again. If there's no murder weapon, you can't prove the defendant is guilty.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Just because we don't have the murder weapon, doesn't mean the defendant is innocent! It seems you wish to taste the sting of my whip.
Ray:
Gyaaah!
Roland:
Mr. Attorney. This trial... How much longer will it take? Because it feels like it hasn't gone anywhere at all for a good while now!
Ray:
Well, sorry, but that stubborn prosecutor over there just doesn't seem to understand.
Franziska:
Until I am satisfied... ...this whip will lash out at you as many times as I see fit.
Ray:
(By now, she's probably whipped me once for every year I've been alive... Miles... What's taking you so long? Even though we're just stalling for time, Uncle Ray can't keep this up much longer!) Whoops, 'scuse me. Phone call. Mind if I take this?
Courtney:
...I will allow it.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields.
Ray:
Oh, Miles, it's you. How's it going over there?
Edgeworth:
We found Sebastian.
Ray:
Oh! And the knife and chisel?
Edgeworth:
It seems he handed the evidence over to Blaise Debeste. It's very likely that Blaise knows the whereabouts of the murder weapon.
Ray:
Ex-chairman Debeste!? But, why would Blaise...?
Edgeworth:
That, I don't know yet. However, there may be some hidden connection between... ...Patricia Roland and Blaise.
Ray:
Gotcha. In that case, I'll issue a subpoena for Blaise Debeste right away.
Edgeworth:
!
Ray:
I'll grill him personally.
Edgeworth:
I will continue to search for the missing evidence. (And for John, as well...)
Ray:
Try to hurry it up, would ya? We're at our wits end over here! It feels like the verdict could be handed down at any moment!
Edgeworth:
Understood. (How much longer can Judge Courtney's heart hold out? I know she's in a lot of pain... I've got to hurry.)
Outside Grand Tower - Tower Plaza
Kay:
So? How's the trial going?
Edgeworth:
Blaise will be taking the stand. I don't know how things will turn out, though.
Kay:
He'll do anything, from hiding evidence to kidnapping... He really is nothing but trouble.
Edgeworth:
I agree. We should probably take another look at the evidence concerning him.
Kay:
OK! Leave it to me! First, here's the latest evidence fresh from the scene!
Edgeworth:
They're... the gloves from earlier. Although I am certainly curious about them... Anything else?
Kay:
The case files from the IS-7 Incident. If I recall, Blaise was also involved in this, right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. He was involved in destroying the evidence. For now, let's keep this on hand.
IS-7 Incident Documents jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Now then... is there anything else?
Kay:
Of course! Last but not least... We've got this!
Edgeworth:
This is... the Yatagarasu's badge. ...Kay. I'm talking about things related to Blaise. Please be serious.
Kay:
But aren't you always going around presenting random evidence too, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Gah...! No... W-Well... That's... Hm? Isn't that...! (Sebastian?)
Kay:
Ah! What're you doing here?
Debeste:
WHOOOOOOOAAAHH!
Kay:
H-He ignored us...
Edgeworth:
(He came out of the Grand Tower... What was he doing in there?)
Kay:
Let's go investigate what Mr. Debeste was up to!
Edgeworth:
Yes... Let us go.
Grand Tower - Rooftop
Edgeworth:
Hm? (The hatch is open...)
Kay:
It might be Mr. Debeste who opened it!
Grand Tower - 51st Floor Storeroom
Edgeworth:
(Did Sebastian come in here...?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Over there! The safe's open!
Edgeworth:
(Did he come here to open that? ...Let's examine it thoroughly.)
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
Somehow, we ended up finding Mr. Debeste instead... ...but there's still no trace of our main objective, John. Just where could they have taken him?
Edgeworth:
The only way to find out is to continue to question people and gather information. And we also must search for the missing murder weapon.
Kay:
We came in here because we saw Mr. Debeste running out of the Grand Tower... ...but I wonder if there's actually anything useful in here?
Edgeworth:
Sebastian must have come here because he thought there was. We have precious little time left. Let's investigate and see what we can find.
51st floor storeroom
Edgeworth:
To think that we would set foot back into this storeroom again...
Kay:
Now that you mention it, we were here just yesterday. Well, my memories were still lost back then! I didn't think about it at the time... ...but looking at this place now, it's like a glittering mountain of treasure!
Edgeworth:
Kay. Please don't touch anything in the storeroom needlessly!
Kay:
'Kay! But more importantly, Mr. Edgeworth! Something might have changed since we were last here! We'll need to closely examine every nook and cranny of the storeroom again!
Edgeworth:
(Something in the storeroom that has changed from before. Is there something like that?)
Desk on the left
Leads to:
"There's something inside the safe!"
Ladder
Kay:
Climbing ladders is pretty fun! C'mon, let's clear all the rungs in one go and jump outside!
Edgeworth:
Hold it. We'll leave after we've examined the safe by the display shelves.
Kay:
Well, hurry up then. I wanna go ladder climbing!
Edgeworth:
(Which is more important, the ladder of the investigation...?)
Masks
Kay:
It seems like there's something missing here, doesn't it?
Edgeworth:
Yes... you're right. (That Jammin' Ninja mask... I suppose it would be natural for her to remember the events that took place two days ago...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. There are masks here, and on the rooftop there's a cotton candy stand. I guess, what's missing is... an apple bobbing station and a shooting gallery!
Edgeworth:
S-So that's what you meant. (I had no need to worry.)
Wooden trunk
Kay:
That chain was used to keep people from opening this box, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It is as you see.
Kay:
I can't just use rope escape tricks anymore. I need to learn chain escape tricks too! It really has become the dark age of Great Thieves.
Edgeworth:
(I suppose even thieves have their troubles...)
Trophies
Edgeworth:
It's the transceiver De Killer used to contact us.
Kay:
This is Codename Yatagarasu. Mr. Edgeworth, please respond, over!
Edgeworth:
.....What is it?
Kay:
I've successfully infiltrated the 51st floor of the Grand Tower! Report your current position!
Edgeworth:
I am also on the 51st floor of the Grand Tower. I'm standing right next to you.
Kay:
What!? You're here too!? I... But... when did you get here!?
Edgeworth:
I have no idea what you're doing, but could we hurry up and resume the investigation?
Kay:
Temporarily joining forces, eh. Heh... That doesn't sound half bad.
Edgeworth:
Well then, follow me.
Kay:
Roger, Mr. Edgeworth!
Statue
Kay:
Hmm... One, ten, a hundred...
Edgeworth:
Umm. What are you counting?
Kay:
The numbers on the sign in front of this statue..... a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand. T-Two point four... million!? 2.4 million ounces!? Just how many pounds is that, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
(At any rate, the floor does look like it is under a lot of weight.)
Yellow desk
Edgeworth:
The table top is being supported by four naked men. The design is quite painful to look at.
Kay:
But, it looks like a good place to hide under during an earthquake. No matter what heavy objects fall on top of it, I'm sure it will hold!
Edgeworth:
Hiding under that table would mean being surrounded by the four naked men, though.
Kay:
A Great Thief always works outdoors, so I don't really use desks much. Which means, I won't be the one hiding under it. It'll be YOU, Mr. Edgeworth! C'mon now, get in, get in!
Edgeworth:
.....I refuse.
Lift
Edgeworth:
It's pointless to go down to the meeting room. What's important right now is the storeroom.
Kay:
A hidden lift, along with a hidden ladder. Hmm... The person who made this place must've really liked hiding things.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Is something on your mind?
Kay:
Yes. As a Great Thief, I'm always on the lookout for new hiding techniques. But don't worry, Mr. Edgeworth. I wouldn't do something like hide your fuzzy slippers.
Edgeworth:
(...Since when have I ever worn fuzzy slippers!?)
Money
Edgeworth:
It's the money that was used in the black market auction. (I hope Kay isn't tempted by it.)
Kay:
Stealing money seems to be the popular trend for thieves these days.
Edgeworth:
(...Is it really an issue of trendiness?)
Kay:
However... Heh heh heh. Don't worry, Mr. Edgeworth. The Great Thief Yatagarasu won't be swept away by the current trends!
Edgeworth:
(Current trends...? ...I should probably just leave it at that.)
Giant head
Kay:
Hey, look at this. It's a monkey head with a topknot!
Edgeworth:
This is the mascot of Global Studios. I've come across it before in a past case.
Kay:
I think I've also heard its name before. Monkey... Something Monkey... I've got it! "Madame Monkey"!
Edgeworth:
Almost, Kay. You were close. Its name is "Mrs. Monkey".
Kay:
Huh? Was that really what it was called? Hmm... I think "Madame monkey" sounds way better though.
Kay:
There's something inside the safe!
Edgeworth:
Let's go ahead and have a look. There are some documents in here...
Kay:
Hmm... it's just a bunch of papers and... huh? There's a photo here too.
Edgeworth:
Hm? This is a picture of...!
Kay:
Huh!? Th-That's Mr. Knightley!
Knightley:
...Horace Knightley. The president's bodyguard.
Kay:
Why is his picture here? And what are all of these papers for!?
Edgeworth:
I don't know... We will have to read the documents to find out.
I'm all but certain there is a connection between Knightley and Dogen. Dogen's chess partner, whose identity remained unknown until now... ...was actually Knightley all along. That is proof enough. Tomorrow, I shall interrogate him in the warden's office. I'll get him to confess that he's one of Dogen's henchmen. That thing he laid to rest near the flowerbed 12 years ago... ...you simply must retrieve it.
Edgeworth:
This... seems to be a report about Knightley.
Kay:
Not to mention, it was apparently written before Knightley was killed...!
Edgeworth:
(Horace Knightley was murdered while he was being interrogated in the warden's office...) Judging from the contents, this document was probably written by Patricia Roland.
Kay:
I knew it!
Edgeworth:
The question, however, is who this report was addressed to.
Kay:
Ah! The owner of this safe is...!
Edgeworth:
The Conductor... Blaise Debeste.
Kay:
So, this proves that Ms. Roland and Blaise are connected!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. However, it's not just the two of them.
Kay:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste and Patricia Roland were searching for Dogen's henchmen.
Kay:
Sirhan Dogen! That dog-loving assassin!
Edgeworth:
This means that there is a hidden connection between the three of them.
Kay:
I wonder what it could be?
Edgeworth:
I don't know, but it must be related to this case.
Report on Knightley jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Ah! There's some other stuff in here that I remember seeing!
Edgeworth:
Hm? There's something on his finger.
Kay:
Let's have a closer look! Oh! It looks like an expensive ring!
Edgeworth:
Don't steal it.
Kay:
Wha...! I didn't do anything yet!
Edgeworth:
It's Horace Knightley's... The chessboard and the ring... All of his possessions are inside this safe.
Kay:
So basically, all of this stuff is evidence from the prison case?
Edgeworth:
Correct.
Kay:
Then, the knife and chisel that vanished might be in here too! Let's see. Mr. Knife... Mr. Chisel... Hmm. They're not in there... I guess this is all just Mr. Knightley's stuff.
Edgeworth:
I see... That's too bad. (Horace Knightley... is dead.)
Knightley:
EEEEEDGEWOOOOOORTH!!! This game isn't over yet! You hear me! I...! I...!
Edgeworth:
(However, the game is not over yet... ...unless I can see it through to its end!)
Knightley's Mementos data jotted down in my Organizer.
Desk on the left (subsequent times)
Kay:
All the evidence from the prison case is here, but the knife and chisel are nowhere to be found.
Edgeworth:
It can't be helped. Let's climb back up to the viewing platform and exit the Grand Tower.
Kay:
It's about time! Climbing ladders is something I never get tired of.
Edgeworth:
(I think you're the only one who feels that way...)
Grand Tower - Rooftop
???:
Young lady, good sir. ...Might I interest you in some cotton candy?
Edgeworth:
Hm?
???:
There is also ice cream, if that is what you'd prefer?
Edgeworth:
Y-You! Sh-Shelly de Killer!
de Killer:
It's good to see you are well, Mr. Edgeworth.
Kay:
Wh-What are you doing in a place like this!?
de Killer:
As you can see, I am selling cotton candy. Would you care for some "Heavenly Cotton Candy"? Even sweeter than death. One bite will send you straight to heaven.
Edgeworth:
(That's definitely not something I'd want to buy from De Killer.)
de Killer:
The meaning of my message... Have you understood it?
de Killer:
I congratulate you on resolving the case. However... ...can you truly say in good conscience that it has been solved?
Edgeworth:
Have you been spying on us this whole time?
de Killer:
Spying? Heavens no. I was simply watching over you... ...while disguised as a cotton candy salesman.
Edgeworth:
(Isn't that the exact same thing!? What is this man's objective?) Were you the one... who murdered the president?
de Killer:
No. The contact with my client has already expired. ...President Huang is a bit of a celebrity in the world of assassins, you see. Over the years, many attempts on his life were made, and yet, he stubbornly lives on. He is a robust man, surrounded by flawless security. He even employs body doubles.
Edgeworth:
(Robust... That president? Rotund seems more apt.) ...However, it seems this time the president's security wasn't exactly flawless.
Kay:
Mr. Rooke had only just prevented your previous assassination, but this time...!
de Killer:
I did not kill him. It is not my principle to kill needlessly. I am also grateful to Rooke, a worthy adversary who was connected to me by fate. Thanks to that man, I did not kill a target who had no value to be killed.
Edgeworth:
("Thanks" to Rooke preventing the assassination... What does he mean?)
de Killer:
My client deliberately gave me a false target. ...It was a betrayal most foul. I am now searching for my client. In all likelihood... ...it is the same person you are looking for.
Edgeworth:
(Is he saying that his client murdered the president?) Just who is this person you are referring to...?
de Killer:
I, myself, am not allowed to say. It would be a violation of the rules. I cannot disclose the identity of my clients. For to do so would create a problem of trust with my other clients. This is precisely why I am personally searching for them myself.
Kay:
What are you going to do when you find your client?
de Killer:
Of course... they shall be rewarded with a punishment most befitting of a traitor.
Kay:
Whaaaa!? That person... Wh-What'll happen to them?
de Killer:
...I will leave that up to your imagination.
Edgeworth:
(It certainly won't be anything pleasant...)
de Killer:
Oh, yes... I will tell you just one more thing. Three days ago, Sirhan Dogen escaped from prison.
Edgeworth:
What!?
de Killer:
Three nights past, Dogen's solitary cell was found vacant. It was almost as if he knew I would come pay a visit.
Edgeworth:
(He visited Dogen's cell? Could it be, that the person De Killer is searching for is...)
de Killer:
Well then, if you'll excuse me, I must get going. Let us both do our best in tracking down that person...
Edgeworth:
(So, De Killer and Dogen. These two assassins...)
Outside Grand Tower - Tower Plaza
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. This sound is...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Judge Courtney's cellphone is ringing!
Edgeworth:
(Could it be John?)
???:
Mr. Edgeworth. How are you doing?
Edgeworth:
(It sounds like they're using a voice changer...) Who is this?
???:
Someone you've been searching for. The one in the red hood...
Edgeworth:
(The red hood?) ...Are you the person who ambushed Kay?
???:
Brilliant deduction! I'd expect no less from a prodigy prosecutor such as yourself!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! I wanna listen in on this too!
Edgeworth:
Very well. (I'll put it on speaker...)
???:
Well, I must say that I didn't expect the girl to get amnesia.
Kay:
Hey! What's that supposed to mean!?
???:
But that's not all, y'see. Hmm. Perhaps I should let you in on this, Mr. Edgeworth... Actually, I was the one who ordered Blaise Debeste to kill Jill Crane.
Edgeworth:
What!? (This must be the person De Killer spoke of...!)
???:
I really should thank you, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
You have no reason to thank me!
???:
Oh, you haven't noticed? My, that's troublesome, y'know. I wanted you to catch Blaise for me... ...so I took dear little Kay.
Edgeworth:
What?
???:
If Kay was suspected, I knew you would investigate the case. And I was sure that the great Miles Edgeworth would be able to catch Blaise! It was according to my plan! And y'know, I get the feeling that you have the wrong idea, so let me clear something up. Blaise Debeste wasn't the one who kidnapped Ms. Courtney's son.
Edgeworth:
! You... Why do you know about the kidnapping?
???:
You and Ms. Courtney are really quite alike, y'know? She even came to visit you in the detention center and got all friendly with you...
Edgeworth:
(How could this person know something like that...? Judge Courtney was supposed to have visited me using the detective's name...)
???:
I bet you're wondering how I knew about the kidnapping, right? It's quite simple, really! It's because darling little John is in my care right now.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Kay:
Huh!?
???:
You seem surprised. If only I could see the look on your faces. Quickly, little Kay! You have to hurry and steal him back! You wouldn't want to tarnish the Yatagarasu's name on your first job, would you?
Kay:
You even know it's my first job!?
Edgeworth:
(Why does this person know everything in so much detail?)
???:
Well... I suppose I can't blame you for your mistake. It seems Blaise was after John as well, y'see.
Edgeworth:
(So there were two kidnappings...)
???:
He's such a fool, y'know. Kidnapping his own son instead!
Edgeworth:
Is John there with you? If he is, then I would like to hear his voice.
???:
Hmm. He's here, but I'm afraid I can't do that. Y'see, he's asleep right now.
Edgeworth:
In that case, there's no way for us to know if you really kidnapped John or not.
???:
...Hmph. I suppose you don't have to believe me if you don't want to.
Edgeworth:
What is your objective? Is it to get Patricia Roland declared not guilty?
???:
A not guilty verdict, eh... I couldn't care less about that.
Edgeworth:
(So his objective is different from Blaise's?)
???:
...I think I'll keep my objective a secret for now. Well then, I must be going. I hope you enjoy yourself, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Don't think you can get away with this.
???:
Then come and get me! I'll be looking forward to it! That is... if you can bring me to justice. But I highly doubt that.
*BOOM*
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Kay:
Who in the world was that...?
Edgeworth:
I don't know. We don't have enough information.
Kay:
Darn it! We're totally clueless! Meanwhile, they seem to know everything about us!
Edgeworth:
! (Know everything about us...?) Kay, you're right. Thinking about it, it is strange. How does the culprit know so much about us?
Kay:
It's so weird! I mean they even know about the kidnapping!
Edgeworth:
We must figure out how the culprit was able to obtain that information. (I must recall... What exactly did that person know?)
???:
You and Ms. Courtney are really quite alike, y'know? She even came to visit you in the detention center and got all friendly with you...
???:
You wouldn't want to tarnish the Yatagarasu's name on your first job, would you?
Kay:
You even know it's my first job!?
???:
You seem surprised. If only I could see the look on your faces.
Edgeworth:
(That's it! By analyzing our conversation with the culprit...!) I've figured it out, Kay. I know the source of this person's information!
Kay:
What!? Really!?
Edgeworth:
In all likelihood, this person probably...
Has been tailing us
Edgeworth:
Perhaps they have been tailing us?
Kay:
Whaaaat!? So we're being followed!? Shadowing a Great Thief such as myself cannot go unpunished! But... isn't it a bit weird?
Edgeworth:
Hm? Why do you say that?
Kay:
Well, didn't the person say they couldn't see the look on our faces? If they were following us, they should be able to see our faces...
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (That's certainly true...)
Kay:
If our faces can't be seen, it limits the possibilities!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. In that case, there is only one way possible.
Leads back to:
"In all likelihood, this person probably..."
Has been taking photos of us
Edgeworth:
They have probably been secretly taking photos of us.
Kay:
Whaaaat!? They've been taking pictures of us!? I won't forgive creeps who secretly take pictures of cute girls like me! Let's catch 'em and give 'em their just desserts! ...But, hmm. Are they really taking photos of us?
Edgeworth:
Hm? Is something the matter?
Kay:
Well, didn't the person say they couldn't see the look on our faces? If they were taking our photos, they would've been able to see our faces!
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (I can't argue with that...) If our faces can't be seen, it limits the possibilities.
Kay:
Then there's only one way!
Leads back to:
"In all likelihood, this person probably..."
Has planted a bug on us
Leads to:
"I believe it is highly likely that we have been bugged."
Edgeworth:
I believe it is highly likely that we have been bugged.
Kay:
B-Bugged!?
Edgeworth:
If you recall what that person said...
???:
You seem surprised. If only I could see the look on your faces.
Edgeworth:
If they couldn't see our faces, that means they weren't talking our pictures or following us.
Kay:
Th-Then, they must've planted a bug somewhere! Could it be in my stuff...?
Edgeworth:
(Was there anything they could have had a chance to bug...? There must be a hint somewhere in our conversation just now... That's right... that person knew something they shouldn't have. The conversation between Judge Courtney and myself in the visitor's room...)
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney!
Courtney:
Hush. Please, have a seat.
Edgeworth:
(The only evidence I had with me at the time was...!) Where was the bug planted...?
Present Yatagarasu's Badge
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Kay. May I see your badge?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The kidnapper probably planted a bug inside this.
Kay:
Hmm. It'd be kinda hard to put a bug into something like that...
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (It seems that wasn't it...)
Kay:
Let's try remembering what the kidnapper said over the phone!
Edgeworth:
(That person knew something they shouldn't have known. The conversation between Judge Courtney and myself in the visitor's room...)
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney!
Courtney:
Hush. Please, have a seat.
Edgeworth:
(If he somehow eavesdropped on that conversation... The only things he could have bugged would have been what I had with me at the time!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Where was the bug planted!?
Leads back to:
"(The only evidence I had with me at the time was...!)"
Edgeworth:
Kay. May I see your badge?
Kay:
My Yatagarasu's badge? No way!
Edgeworth:
Wh-Why not...?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, just because you became a Great Thief's assistant... ...doesn't mean you're ready to wear this badge yet!
Edgeworth:
That's not it! It's very likely that a bug was planted in it.
Kay:
Whaaat!? In my badge?
Edgeworth:
Let's take a closer look.
Examine front side
Edgeworth:
I've been wondering about this for some time now... Did you inherit that badge from your predecessor too?
Kay:
Nope! There wasn't one, so I made my own!
Edgeworth:
I thought so... It is rather conspicuous. I think you're just about the only thief who'd ever want to wear something like that.
Kay:
Hey! Stop making fun of me!
Examine back side
Leads to:
"Ah! This is...!"
Kay:
Ah! This is...!
Edgeworth:
It seems I was right.
Yatagarasu's Badge data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
How did you know?
Examine evidence
Back side of Yatagarasu's Badge
Edgeworth:
Kay, I'd like to check the inside of your badge...
Kay:
OK, I'm on it! ...But, you didn't have to ask, you could have just done it yourself... Ah! Or maybe you can't open it yourself because you're so clumsy?
Edgeworth:
Just open it already!
Kay:
Alright!
Edgeworth:
There was a bug planted in here.
Kay:
Letting an opponent get ahead of you is the biggest mistake a person can make.
Edgeworth:
(I wonder what got her so worked up?)
Edgeworth:
The person had been in contact with you.
Kay:
You mean, when I was knocked unconscious.
Edgeworth:
Yes. That's why I thought one of your possessions might have been bugged. However, that person also overheard my conversation with Judge Courtney. Even though that conversation took place in the visitor's room with just the two of us...
Kay:
Ah, so you were holding onto it at that time...
Edgeworth:
Exactly. All the other evidence had been taken away from me... Only the Yatagarasu's badge remained with me.
Kay:
So this creep's been listening in on us the whole time!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That must be how they knew about all the information we collected.
Kay:
Does that mean... they're also listening in on this conversation?
Edgeworth:
Most likely.
Kay:
Hey, buster!
Edgeworth:
K-Kay...
Kay:
Eavesdropping is for cowards! Why don't you come out here and fight us fair and square!?
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What was that sound just now?)
Nicole:
Owwwwwwww...
Kay:
Huh? That's... Nicole!
Nicole:
Honestly, y'all scared the bejeezus out of me! Your voice was so loud there, Lil' Missy... I was so surprised I done fell flat on my behind!
Kay:
I-I'm sorry...!
Nicole:
What were ya gettin' so riled up for?
Kay:
You gotta hear this! It really grinds my gears!
Nicole:
Yes, yes?
Edgeworth:
...Kay. Please just leave it at that. Unless you want to make tomorrow morning's headlines.
Kay:
Ah! That was close...
Nicole:
Aww, shucks. Don't be such a stick in the mud... What's wrong with lettin' a gal open her heart and spill the beans?
Edgeworth:
(For now, I'll turn the bug off.)
Bug data jotted down in my Organizer.
Nicole:
So... did ya find the kidnappers?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. Was the boy you saw being kidnapped... ...this boy in the photo?
Nicole:
Hmm? Nope, they ain't nothin' alike. He had a more stupid-lookin' face, and was wearin' a collared school uniform...
Kay:
I thought so...
Edgeworth:
(Yet again, we were led astray by this woman's testimony...) We will have to conduct our investigation all over again. So, we're back where we started. Are there any new leads...? (There's only 20 minutes left until 2 o'clock! Will we be able to make it in time...?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Mr. Edgeworth! About that phone call just now... Wasn't there a strange sound at the end?
Edgeworth:
A strange sound...?
Edgeworth:
Don't think you can get away with this.
???:
Then come and get me! I'll be looking forward to it! That is... if you can bring me to justice. But I highly doubt that.
*BOOM*
Edgeworth:
Now that you mention it... It sounded like an explosion (Sound of an explosion - Sound of an explosion was heard during the call from the kidnapper.). It might be a hint to establish the culprit's whereabouts...
Nicole:
Mm-hmm. I see, I see. The sound of an explosion, eh?
Edgeworth:
Hmph! I would appreciate it if you stopped eavesdropping on us!
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor... Yer as stingy as ever.
Edgeworth:
(...First, let's see what she has to say...)
Begin Investigation
Outside Grand TowerTower Plaza
Logic
"Cars that came through" and "Garbage pickup area"
Edgeworth:
The only vehicles that came through the plaza this morning were the taxi and a blue truck.
Kay:
And Mr. Debeste was kidnapped in that taxi.
Edgeworth:
Yes. Meanwhile, John was attacked in the garbage pickup area... ...and the garbage was collected from there at 11 AM.
Gumshoe:
...Aaah! I've got it, sir! The blue truck was actually...
Edgeworth:
That's right. The blue truck that came through the plaza was a garbage truck. However, be that as it may, the officer who gave us this information... ...made no mention that the blue truck was a garbage truck.
Kay:
Talk about careless! How could someone mistake a garbage truck for a normal truck!?
Edgeworth:
That's not it, Kay. Today was the day for the collection of bulk waste. I suspect it was a standard truck without a trash compactor that came by to collect the trash. ...John was taken away by this garbage truck. And where do garbage trucks go?
Gumshoe:
To the dump, of course!
Kay:
Hold up! The culprit was disguised as a garbage collector, right? Then the truck was probably fake, too. How do we know they really went to the dump?
Edgeworth:
...No, the garbage truck should have been real.
Kay:
Eh! Why's that?
Edgeworth:
That will be made clear if you simply take a look at the garbage pickup area. This shows that the garbage truck John was kidnapped in was real...
Present lock
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The garbage pickup area is locked."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
Mmmmm! There's something important there?
Edgeworth:
This spot alone is evidence enough that the garbage truck was a real one. Wouldn't you agree?
Kay:
No I don't!
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (So it wasn't here? If it wasn't a real garbage truck, it wouldn't have been able to collect the trash. Wasn't there something around here that proves that?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! What makes you think that the garbage truck was real!?
Leads back to:
"This shows that the garbage truck John was kidnapped in was real..."
Edgeworth:
The garbage pickup area is locked.
Kay:
Ah! Only a real garbage collector could have unlocked it to collect the trash!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. We should assume that a genunine garbage truck was used. For example, the kidnapper could have put John into a large cardboard box. If the box was mixed in with the rest of the bulk waste...
Kay:
...the garbage collector would have carried John away without even knowing it!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. The culprit would then lie in wait at the garbage dump... ...and if they said, "I threw it away by mistake", the box would be returned to them.
Kay:
Hmm. Any garbage dumps nearby... Let's see... Ah! There's two of them!
Edgeworth:
(So, which garbage dump (Which garbage dump? - John was likely taken to one of these two places. Which one was it?) was he taken to...? Could there be a hint in any of the information I hold...?)
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
Secretly bugging my badge like that... I'm sure the Great Thief must be a skilled Great Thief!
Edgeworth:
I don't think simply placing a bug would warrant someone being called a Great Thief.
Kay:
What are you saying!? One who wishes to become a Great Thief must not neglect information gathering! Even so, to be able to plant a bug without anyone noticing... How dare they act more Great Thief-like than me!
Edgeworth:
(I feel like you're getting upset for all the wrong reasons.)
Marsh's whereabouts
Kay:
We haven't seen any sign of John at all. Where on earth could he have gone...?
Edgeworth:
At any rate, we have no choice but to continue investigating. Let's search this area again.
Kay:
Alright! Let's scour the area for any signs of John!
Detective Gumshoe (appears after talking to Gumshoe)
Kay:
It's just like Gummy to keep on investigating tirelessly.
Edgeworth:
It seems that giving up my prosecutor's badge has caused trouble for the detective as well.
Kay:
Even though Gummy had a lot on his plate to deal with... ...he was still worrying about me! That makes me so happy! Ah! Of course, I'm also grateful to you as well, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I only did what I felt was natural.
Kay:
Sheesh, you never say what you really mean! Speaking of which, Gummy was investigating somewhere around this area, right? In that case, maybe he knows something about John!
Edgeworth:
That's right. We should listen to what the detective has to say.
Trailer
Edgeworth:
This is a shuttle bus used for filming on location. It's also used as a trailer for the actors.
Kay:
So it's a bus. In that case, I wonder how much the fare is and where the destinations are.
Edgeworth:
This is obviously the property of Global Studios. There wouldn't be a fare. And naturally, the destination changes depending on where they're scheduled to film.
Kay:
A bus that takes you anywhere without needing to pay a fare!? I-It's like a dream come true!
Edgeworth:
(That would be a regular car, Kay.)
Film equipment
Edgeworth:
Pieces of filming equipment are lined up here.
Kay:
With all this stuff lying around, they're practically begging for it to be stolen!
Edgeworth:
.....Kay.
Kay:
I knoooow! I just wanted to try saying it. If I stole Global Studios' filming equipment, there would be no more Steel Samurai films. Fans across the world would weep for all eternity. ...Including you, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(That wasn't why I was trying to stop you...)
Will Powers
Edgeworth:
Mr. Powers. I know it might be a boorish question, but there's something I'd like to ask you.
Powers:
OK... Wh-What is it?
Edgeworth:
Are there perhaps any plans to make a new Steel Samurai?
Powers:
Um, I'm sorry, but... is that a question related to the investigation?
Edgeworth:
No. It's just a personal question.
Powers:
I'm sorry... I can't talk about it with people outside the studio, not even you, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Gah! O-Of course. (As I thought, he cannot talk about it. However... ...he didn't deny it outright. Does that mean there's hope...?)
Nicole Swift
Nicole:
All my hard work's helped move the case forward. I reckon it's all in a good day's work!
Kay:
I'm not so sure about it... We've been chasing after an entirely different person.
Edgeworth:
(Indeed. It seems she did not properly examine the photo earlier...)
Nicole:
What now, was my info really all that bad?
Edgeworth:
No. Some of the blame also falls on us for relying on a dubious information source. It's time for us to regroup and start over...
Nicole:
C-Could ya hold on a sec? If ya think I'm stayin' quiet after bein' called a dubious source, ya got another thing comin'! Fine then... Guess I'll just have to tell you about the scoop I've been sayin'!
Edgeworth:
(You've been saving... a scoop?)
The scoop
Edgeworth:
...Although I'm not expecting much, let's hear it. What is this scoop of yours?
Nicole:
It's Moozilla! I have decisive evidence that the Mighty Moozilla exists!
Edgeworth:
OK. Let's go, Kay.
Nicole:
Hold up! I'm bein' serious! Y'all might not believe it, but it's true!
Edgeworth:
(We don't have much time, but... I guess there's no other way.) ...Would this decisive evidence of yours be something you recorded on that tape recorder?
Nicole:
That's Mr. Edgeworth for ya! Yer good at figurin' things out, aren't ya!? It's the sound of Moozilla spewin' out fire. This place nearly became a sea of flames!
Edgeworth:
(...If you say so.)
Nicole:
D-Don't make that face... If ya think I'm lyin', then have a listen for yerself! Ready!? ......Here comes the flame! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGH Ghh..... gh... g..... ...H-How was that?
Kay:
Hmm. It's hard to tell over your shouting... but if you say so, I guess they could be flames.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. Did you truly witness these so-called flames?
Nicole:
W-Well... to tell ya the truth, I didn't really see it with my own two eyes. On account of... umm, I wasn't actually there at the time.
Edgeworth:
If Moozilla had appeared, wouldn't you have noticed no matter where you were?
Nicole:
Erm, well... I was a ways off, and was usin' a slightly unusual recordin' method, so...
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. Could you explain to me this recording method in more detail?
Nicole:
Uuugh... Guess I just dug my own grave...
The recording method (appears after The scoop)
Nicole:
Truth is, I was aimin' for a scoop... so I did me some wireless wiretappin'.
Kay:
...Wait a minute. Wireless wiretapping? If there's no wires, how'd you tap them?
Edgeworth:
Kay. Please don't concern yourself with the semantics. She was simply intercepting wireless communications and listening in without permission.
Nicole:
...I've been spendin' the last few days scopin' out the Grand Tower with my mentor.
Edgeworth:
So you were investigating the black market auctions... In that case, you naturally would have tapped the immediate area surrounding the Grand Tower.
Nicole:
You betcha. But... right then and there, I hear an ear-shatterin' roar! Finally, Moozilla appears! My heart is poundin'! I feel him drawin' near!
Kay:
...So, everything except the sound is just her own personal impressions, right?
Edgeworth:
In the end, it seems that you didn't actually see anything.
Nicole:
Well, I reckon writing's more my thing. Anyways, as I continued tuning in to the situation... ...Lil' Miss Kay over there almost shatters my eardrums!
Kay:
Eavesdropping is for cowards! Why don't you come out here and fight us fair and square!?
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What was that sound just now?)
Edgeworth:
...Hmph, I see. Ms. Swift. While you were eavesdropping, you were surprised by Kay's voice and fell over. In other words, you did not hear her voice directly... You heard it via the radio waves emitted by the bug, did you not?
Kay:
Whaaat!? Th-Then does that mean the one who planted the bug on me was...
Nicole:
I-I was just eavesdroppin'! I'd never stoop to buggin' nobody...
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. Do you mind if we borrow that tape for a while?
Nicole:
Uuugh... Just do what ya please already...
Sign
Kay:
It's a guide map of the area around the Grand Tower. Let's see...
Dick Gumshoe
Kay:
Gummy! Why are you running away!?
Gumshoe:
........
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
When Mr. Edgeworth gave up his prosecutor's badge... ...I just didn't know what to do.
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Don't follow me!
Gumshoe:
......And then, I began to think. If Mr. Edgeworth isn't a prosecutor anymore... ...does that mean I'm no longer a detective?
Edgeworth:
!
Gumshoe:
...But that's not true. Even without Mr. Edgeworth, I'm still a detective! And investigating is my job! Detectives don't investigate just for the sake of prosecutors, pal. That's why... even if I'm on my own, I won't stop investigating!
Kay:
So, you've been investigating by yourself?
Edgeworth:
(Then perhaps, at that time...)
Franziska:
.....You should thank your "former" subordinate. He gave me some valuable information which may save Kay Faraday.
Edgeworth:
! (Detective Gumshoe did...)
Edgeworth:
So, Jill Crane's autopsy report...
Gumshoe:
I went to the detention center to see how Kay was doing. That's when I heard...
Blaise:
When you get to where I am, you can just create your own truths. Anytime you want. Kay Faraday is the culprit. That was a truth that I simply manufactured out of thin air.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Blaise:
...Good, very good. That face. That expression!
Edgeworth:
You heard that conversation?
Gumshoe:
That's right. And that's why I looked over the evidence again myself, sir.
Kay:
Gummy, that's amazing! So it was you who saved me!
Gumshoe:
Kay... I'm really glad you got your memories back!
Kay:
Thank you...
Gumshoe:
Do you get it now? I can investigate on my own.
Kay:
Gummy! Don't run away! You've already proven that you can investigate on your own. After all, you saved me!
Gumshoe:
........
Edgeworth:
Detective. I need your help. Currently, I'm not a prosecutor, nor am I much of anything else. Even so, I will pursue this case. I ask you not as a prosecutor, but as a friend... Detective Gumshoe... Will you help us?
Gumshoe:
...Ooh. P-Please, cut it out, sir. ..........
Kay:
Gummy!
Gumshoe:
........ OK, I get it! I get it, pal! I can't bear to see Mr. Edgeworth bowing his head to me like this!
Kay:
Gummy!
Edgeworth:
Thank you, Detective...
Gumshoe:
What do you want me to do, sir...?
The investigation
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. Please tell me what you've found in your investigation so far.
Gumshoe:
Roger! Leave it to me, sir! I have three things to report! First up, is about Kay's clothes that were sent to the crime lab! Traces of an extremely powerful sleeping drug called Sleepy zZz were found on them!
Edgeworth:
So that means, after Kay was drugged at Gourd Lake... ...she was brought to the rood of the Grand Tower.
Gumshoe:
That's right, sir! Now, for item number two... The footage from the security camera at the Grand Tower's elevator.
Edgeworth:
(The footage that captured President Huang and Judge Courtney going up to the roof.) The elevator is generally the only way to get to the rooftop. And if the elevator was used, the person who used it would be caught on camera...
Gumshoe:
Exactly! In other words, if you look over the footage from a couple of days ago... ...you should be able to see an unconscious Kay being carried up to the roof!
Kay:
Then, Gummy! Does that mean you...!?
Gumshoe:
I checked out all the footage from before the incident two days ago on fast-forward!
Edgeworth:
I see. And the results?
Gumshoe:
Well, actually... nothing came up, sir. Kay never showed up on the tape at all...
Edgeworth:
(That was unexpected... I guess it won't be so easy. How was Kay brought up to the roof of the tower? I should take a moment to carefully consider the possibilities.) Well then, let's hear your third and final report.
Gumshoe:
Yessir! Last but not least, the most important thing to report... I'm so happy to be able to investigate with you again, Mr. Edgeworth! I'm gonna give it my all to arrest the culprit! ...That is all, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. I apologize for putting you through so much, Detective Gumshoe. However...) ...That was your most important report? It had nothing to do with the case at all. I would have preferred something that's actually useful.
Gumshoe:
Ugh... That merciless attitude, that's the Mr. Edgeworth I know, sir!
The kidnapping
Edgeworth:
A young boy had been kidnapped. I want you to help us search for him.
Gumshoe:
A k-kidnapping, sir!?
Edgeworth:
The victim is a boy by the name of John Marsh.
Gumshoe:
Ah! That kid with the horns!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Do you know about him?
Gumshoe:
I saw that boy myself, sir.
Edgeworth:
Was that this morning?
Gumshoe:
That's right! He came out of that trailer over there, and then... ...he walked towards the garbage pickup area.
Kay:
The garbage pickup area?
Gumshoe:
It's right over there, pal. That's where all the trash from the Grand Tower's offices is collected. I don't know what happened after that. Since I left the place around then...
Edgeworth:
(It seems we must investigate the garbage pickup area.)
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Gumshoe:
That's Kay's Badge, right? It's just as cool as a prosecutor's badge, isn't it, sir? But, Mr. Edgeworth's badge... was... ooh...
Kay:
It's fine! Don't cry, Gummy. Even if Mr. Edgeworth quits being a prosecutor... ...I'm sure someone else will lower your salary for you during your salary assessments.
Gumshoe:
Someone else... will lower my... ...Ooh... Oooohhh...!
Edgeworth:
(...Is he crying about his pay being cut, or that it will be someone else cutting it...?)
Letter from Unknown
Gumshoe:
It looks like Kay's back to her old energetic self!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. A little too energetic, I might add.
Kay:
It's all thanks to Gummy and Mr. Edgeworth saving me! Thank you! I really, really mean it!
Gumshoe:
No need to thank us. All that matters is that you're back to your healthy self, Kay! Speaking of which, you had a bunch of bandages wrapped around your head... Have your injuries already healed, pal?
Kay:
You bet! Those bandages were just to help my memories come back faster... They were really just replacements for a headband, to reignite my fighting spirit!
Edgeworth:
(You could have mentioned that part sooner...)
Crime Scene Notes, Moozilla's Head or Monster's Footprints
Gumshoe:
President Huang's assassination... Things sure have taken a turn for the worse, sir. When I decided to investigate the case on my own... ...I tried to remember all the techniques you would use, Mr. Edgeworth. And above all else, what's most important is this...! Even if something seems impossible at first glance, we must still suspect it!
Edgeworth:
Certainly, you are correct. ...So far, at least.
Gumshoe:
Monsters don't actually exist in this world. But, if that's what it seems at first glance... ...perhaps we should suspect that President Huang really was trampled by a monster! Thinking outside of the box like this is really important! Isn't it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(Oh, Detective Gumshoe. So close, and yet so painfully far.)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha! Mr. Edgeworth, you're such a joker! Even if you show that to me, I still have no idea what it is, sir!
Edgeworth:
(He proclaimed that quite proudly...)
Taxi
Driver:
Oh, it's you two again. Did something else come up? Hurry and hop on board!
Edgeworth:
No, right now we don't really need to go anywhere...
Driver:
Pish posh, that's what they all say! I can tell what you're after just by looking at your face. You wanna start a new life in a new place with a new girl, am I right? Come traffic lights or police sirens, I won't let anything stop you from where you're going! So come on! Hop in and experience the best ride of your life!
Edgeworth:
(With that personality, I guess it explains why he was so willing to help us out earlier...)
Officer
Edgeworth:
Is the guard duty going well?
Officer:
Yes, sir! Of course! Besides using my eyes and ears, I am also trying to use my sense of smell, touch, and even taste... I am going to revolutionize the way we do guard duty in this stodgy institution!
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but please perform your guard duty the way it's always been done.
Gate on right (after clearing all "Talk" options of Gumshoe)
Kay:
Gummy said John headed towards the garbage pickup area...!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There might be some traces of him left behind.
Before examining sign and milk carton
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining sign and milk carton
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Sign
Edgeworth:
(The garbage pickup time is at 11 AM... So that's why there's no trash.)
Gumshoe:
When I looked here earlier, the place was overflowing with garbage, sir.
Kay:
Looks like today is the day when bulk waste is collected during the garbage pickup.
Gumshoe:
There really were a lot of bulky items placed here, pal.
Kay:
The garbage truck's compactor can crush any kind of garbage to dust!
Edgeworth:
No, it seems in the case of bulk waste, it is transported as is, without being crushed.
Gumshoe:
Huh... Why do you know about how bulk waste is disposed of, Mr. Edgeworth?
Kay:
Ah! Maybe Mr. Shields, in order to accomplish his Mr. Edgeworth acquisition plan... ...sent him something like a moving process instructional brochure!
Edgeworth:
(There are times when you're so sharp, it's scary... Although, they're few and far between.)
Gate
Kay:
It's surprisingly empty, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It seems the garbage has just recently been collected.
Kay:
I wonder, what if the garbage wasn't really collected? Maybe someone stole it all! Mr. Edgeworth! I smell a case!
Edgeworth:
There certainly is... a faint smell of something. (Is this truly the smell of a case, though?)
Lock
Kay:
Looks like the garbage pickup area is locked.
Edgeworth:
It's probably to prevent people outside of the Grand Tower from disposing of their trash here.
Milk carton
Edgeworth:
! This milk carton is...!
Kay:
It's the one John was drinking out of!
Edgeworth:
There's no mistake, something must have happened to John here.
Kay:
But, why would John have come to a place like this?
Edgeworth:
It would be natural to think that he came here to throw something away...
Kay:
We have no way of knowing, since the garbage truck has already collected everything.
(Examining sign and milk carton leads to:)
Edgeworth:
Combined with Detective Gumshoe's testimony... ...the chances are high that John was attacked at the garbage pickup area (Garbage pickup area - John's milk carton was found here. Likely the place he was attacked.).
Kay:
If it was here, there wouldn't be many witnesses.
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Nicole leads to:)
Nicole's Tape Recorder data jotted down in my Organizer.
???:
Mr. Edgewooooorth!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes, Ms. Berry!
Simon:
D-Did you find him?
Kay:
Not yet. Just where could John be...?
Simon:
John?
Kay:
Ah! No, no! It's nothing! Don't worry about it.
Edgeworth:
(They don't know anything about the kidnapping.) Regarding Sebastian, we found him not too long ago.
Simon:
Really!? That's great! Thank you so much! Now I won't be arrested again.
Logic
"Sound of an explosion" and "Event at the Coliseum"
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes, didn't you say that there were fireworks at the Coliseum earlier?
Simon:
Huh? What about them?
Edgeworth:
Were those fireworks set off during the day?
Simon:
Yeah! Even just while we were there, a bunch of them were set off!
Kay:
What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
That explosion sound we heard at the end of the kidnapper's phone call... ...could very well have been the fireworks.
Kay:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
Don't think you can get away with this.
???:
Then come and get me! I'll be looking forward to it! That is... if you can bring me to justice. But I highly doubt that.
*BOOM*
Edgeworth:
For the sound to have been picked up by the phone, it must have been fairly loud.
Kay:
So that means, the culprit was near the Coliseum (Near the Coliseum - The sound of fireworks means the kidnapper was near the Sunshine Coliseum.)! Even so... I bet the fireworks could be heard in lots of places around the Coliseum.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It would be impossible for us to search the entire area by ourselves. (If only we could have the police lend us a hand...)
"Which garbage dump?" and "Near the Coliseum"
Leads to:
"Based on the explosion sound we heard from the kidnapper's phone..."
Nicole Swift
Present
Nicole's Tape Recorder
Nicole:
Mr. Edgeworth. Is my tape helpin' ya out at all?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... At present, I still cannot say whether it has been helpful or not.
Nicole:
If it don't help ya out, I'm gonna hear it from my mentor again.
Kay:
Umm, Nicole. This might be a silly question, but... ...isn't this like eavesdropping on the person who was eavesdropping on us? Can that really be considered a good thing?
Nicole:
Aah... That's why I can't stand amateurs. It's scoop or starve! If I'm too worried 'bout gettin' my hands a bit dirty... ...I wouldn't be able to survive in this jungle of journalism! Like a wild beast that feeds on the grass, I feed on my scoops!
Edgeworth:
...Aren't grass eaters the ones who are being hunted?
Kay:
If ya think of Ms. Hart as a carnivore who goes after Nicole's scoops, it makes perfect sense!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. I'm starting to feel sorry for Ms. Swift...)
Simon Keyes
Simon:
As expected of Mr. Edgeworth! How did you find him?
Kay:
Naturally, it was all thanks to his powers of logic and reasoning!
Edgeworth:
(Actually, it was just a coincidence.)
Search for Sebastian
Simon:
I guess we weren't any help at all, were we?
Kay:
Don't be silly! Of course you helped! Really, thanks a lot! Where were you guys searching, Simon?
Simon:
It was a bit far off, but we searched around the Sunshine Coliseum.
Edgeworth:
(The Sunshine Coliseum, so they were by the shore...)
Simon:
There were a lot of people at the event there, so I thought he might've gone as well.
Kay:
An event? Sounds like fun! Is it a festival? I wanna go too!
Simon:
It was a lot of fun! There were food stands, fireworks, and much more!
Regina:
Simon got worn out by all the people in the crowd pretty quickly though.
Simon:
You didn't have to tell them thaaaaat!
Kay:
It's settled! Once we wrap up this case, let's all go there! (Event at the Coliseum - There are food stands and fireworks at the Sunshine Coliseum.)
The circus show
Simon:
At any rate, I'm glad you were able to find him so quickly.
Edgeworth:
...Why is that?
Simon:
The truth is, our circus show is about to start soon. So, I don't think we would've been able to help out with the search much longer.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Sorry to burden you with this when you also needed to prepare for your performance. I'm so relieved you were able to find him, Mr. Edgeworth!
Kay:
Yeah, but the warden still hasn't been declared guilty yet!
Simon:
WHAAAAAAAAAT!? So you're saying there's still a chance I might be arrested!? Nowaynowaynowaynoway!
Edgeworth:
Kay, please don't tease him.
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Simon:
H-Huh...? Didn't you also have a badge when we last met?
Edgeworth:
Yes. However, due to certain circumstances, I don't have my prosecutor's badge with me now. So, that's why..... Hm?
Simon:
........
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes, are you listening to me?
Simon:
Ulp... E-Eek! Nowaynoway! Don't eat me! I taste terrible!
Kay:
The sheer terror brought on by Mr. Edgeworth's icy glare... ...seems to have Simon totally petrified. Like a frog caught in the gaze of a hungry snake!
Edgeworth:
(I don't recall doing my glaring at all...)
Grand Tower
Simon:
The Grand Tower, huh? Isn't there a viewing platform on the roof or something?
Edgeworth:
That's correct. It would have been nice if we were here purely for sightseeing.
Kay:
Hey, Simon. What if I strung a rope from the viewing platform to one of the other buildings... ...and then you walked across without a safety harness! I'd love to see a trick like that!
Simon:
Nowaynowaynoway! No way I'm gonna do something like that!
Kay:
...Aww, that's too bad. If you could do that, you'd be able to sneak into any building you wanted around here...
Edgeworth:
Kay, quit trying to drag others down your path of thievery.
Kay:
Hmm... How about this, Simon? What if we were to give you a safety harness?
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. She's hopeless...)
Simon:
Nowaynowaynoway! Even with a safety harness, if I fell from this high up... ...I'd be stuck doing a trapeze act with the harness!
Edgeworth:
(He's hopeless as well...)
Knightley's Mementos
Simon:
Th-That's...Knightley's, isn't it...?
Kay:
...Seems like it brought back memories of Mr. Knightley for Simon.
Edgeworth:
(Indeed... Perhaps it would have been better if I didn't show this to him...)
Simon:
Don't worry, Mr. Edgeworth. I'll be fine. I've trained diligently under the boss in order to become a full-fledged animal tamer... That's what I've decided.
Kay:
But Simon, if that missing evidence isn't found, you'll be out of luck.
Simon:
U-Uuugh... Eeeeek!
Edgeworth:
(Kay... Did you really have to bring that up right now?)
Anything else
Simon:
Even if you show me stuff like that, it's too technical for me. ...I-I don't get it at all.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I guess you don't have any new information about it?
Simon:
S-S-S-S-Sorry! Am I going to be arrested? If I start spouting some random nonsense now, will I be able to plead insanity later?
Edgeworth:
...If you want to be guilty of perjury, go right ahead.
Simon:
Th-That was a leading question! I knew it! I'm going to be arrested!
Edgeworth:
(Good grief. He's not listening to me at all.)
Regina Berry
Regina:
Even though Regina also searched with her friends... Aww... We were beaten to the punch!
Edgeworth:
(By "friends", does she mean... her animals?)
Berry Big Circus
Edgeworth:
If I recall correctly, wasn't the Berry Big Circus supposed to have a performance today?
Regina:
Yup, that's right! We've all been practicing a lot for this upcoming performance!
Edgeworth:
Will Simon also be performing?
Regina:
Of course! He's been practicing really hard, even though he keeps saying "nowaynoway!" He even rode in a balloon and did lots of advertising for us! So Mr. Edgeworth, you should also come by and see Simon's heroics!
Edgeworth:
Very well. (That is, if we're able to successfully solve this case...)
The animal friends
Edgeworth:
It sounded like you were saying you used animals in your search.
Regina:
Yup. I thought we would be able to find him if I used Regent and Astique, but... ...Simon said, "nowaynowaynoway" and stopped me. No fun!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. If Simon hadn't been there, there would probably be a mass panic right about now...)
Kay:
Simon! Why did you stop her!? It would've made the city more fun, like the circus!
Simon:
...Eeek! M-M-Mr. Edgeworth! Please forgive me!
Edgeworth:
(Why is he apologizing to me? I haven't said anything...)
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Regina:
What's this? It kind of looks like a bird.
Kay:
It's a three-legged crow, known as the Yatagarasu. It takes flight even in the depths of night!
Regina:
Yay! I knew it was a crow! Then, it will become good friends with Regina, right? We could do a show where I grab onto its legs and we'll fly through the air!
Kay:
Isn't it great that the Yatagarasu has three legs, Mr. Edgeworth? That way, it can carry me and Regina, and even you as well, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
No, I'll pass. (What you're suggesting is impossible to begin with.)
Kay:
Aww, fine then. Regina, what if the two of us grab onto the Yatagarasu... ...and we'll chase Mr. Edgeworth around while he's stuck on the ground!
Regina:
Yay! That would be a fabulous show!
Edgeworth:
(What you're suggesting is impossible to begin with... Please stop this nonsense.)
Monster Movie Flyer, Moozilla's Head, Moozilla Doll or Monster's Footprints
Regina:
Ah! It's the Mighty Moozilla! The scary dairy cow monster!
Edgeworth:
(Scary... diary?)
Regina:
But I think Regina and Moozilla could become good friends! I'd climb on top of its head, grab its horns, and take it for a walk!
Kay:
Ah, that sounds fun! I wanna ride it too! Mr. Edgeworth can come too. We'll all ride it together!
Edgeworth:
No, I'll pass. (What you're suggesting is impossible to begin with.)
Kay:
Aww, fine then. Regina, what if the two of us take Moozilla by the horns... ...and we'll chase Mr. Edgeworth relentlessly while he's stuck on the ground!
Regina:
Sure! Just leave it to me! Relentless, we'll be fabulously relentless!
Edgeworth:
(What you're suggesting is impossible to begin with... I'm begging you, please stop.)
Knightley's Mementos
Regina:
Simon was friends with Mr. Knightley, so... ...he must be really sad. That's why I had him interact with the animals, to help heal his wounded heart. I even thought about letting him look after Regent and Astique all by himself.
Kay:
A-All by himself...?
Edgeworth:
(O-On his own...)
Anything else
Regina:
Ah! Is this a present? Yay! I'm so happy.
Edgeworth:
No, that was not my intention...
Regina:
I'm sorry. Unless it's an animal, I can't tame it.
Edgeworth:
...That was also not my intention.
Edgeworth:
Based on the explosion sound we heard from the kidnapper's phone... ...we know that John is being confined some place in the vicinity of the Coliseum.
Kay:
One of the garbage dumps is right next to the Coliseum!
Edgeworth:
John was almost certainly taken there. In which case... the place he is being confined to must also be somewhere close by. Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Could I ask you to search the area around this garbage dump?
Gumshoe:
.....You don't have to ask me like we're strangers, sir! It feels... so distant. ...Please just order me around like you normally do.
Edgeworth:
Are you sure, Detective? Right now I'm not a prosecutor.
Gumshoe:
Didn't I tell you, sir? Detectives don't just investigate for the sake of prosecutors!
Edgeworth:
...You have my thanks, Detective.
Investigation Complete
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Look. It's almost time...!
Edgeworth:
Yes. It would be best if we hurry. They should also be at their limit. Detective Gumshoe, I'm counting on you!
Gumshoe:
Leave it to me, sir! This may be an unofficial investigation... ...but I'll call in all of my pals from the station to help!
Kay:
I'll help too! Stealing John back is my job, after all!
Edgeworth:
I'll be returning to the courtroom. I might be able to draw out some more time.
Kay:
Oookay! Well then! Even in the depths of... night...
Edgeworth:
Hmm. The clock just struck 2...! We have to hurry!
Gumshoe:
Yessir!
Kay:
Aaah, my introduction! ...When no other bird dares to take fliiight...
April 6, 2:16 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Examine evidence
Back side of Yatagarasu's Badge
Edgeworth:
There was a bug planted in here. Although I don't think there's anything inside now, I should probably check just to be sure.
Blaise:
Well, well, well. If it isn't former Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(Blaise Debeste...!)
Franziska:
Witness! Face forward! We're not done talking yet!
Blaise:
Like I said, y'see. Why exactly would I have needed to help that person out, Your Honor?
Blaise:
Y'know, it's a crying shame. Having a beautiful woman declared guilty. Honestly, it brings tears to my eyes. But y'see, there's no reason for me to go out of my way to hide evidence just to save her.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
However, we still have the testimony of your son, Prosecutor Debeste! He testified that he handed the evidence over to you!
Blaise:
Hmm. Well, I haven't the slightest clue what he was talking about. I simply can't imagine why Sebastian would have said something like that, y'know.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What if there is evidence that shows your connection with Warden Roland?
Blaise:
Hm? And just what do you think you're doing, "Former" Prosecutor Edgeworth? I was under the impression that you were no longer in any position to stand in court?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! How dare you barge into my prosecutor's bench...
Edgeworth:
Franziska. I'm sorry. I need you to lend me the bench for a little while.
Franziska:
Wh-What are you saying...!?
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney! I've brought vital evidence related to this case. Your Honor, please allow me to testify!
Courtney:
........
Blaise:
Hah hah hah! She'd never allow it!
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
Courtney-pie. Uncle Ray also asks that he be allowed to testify. There are no objections from the prosecution either, right?
Franziska:
.......... Understood. The prosecution also has no objections.
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
There's no way you can allow something like this, y'know. Such high-handed methods... ...surely are enough to warrant being held in contempt of court. Wouldn't y'say, Courtney?
Courtney:
........
Edgeworth:
(Ngh! As long as John is still in danger... ...Judge Courtney cannot rule against the warden. I must convey to her somehow that the search for her son is progressing!) Judge Courtney. I ask that you have faith in me and my assistant.
Franziska:
Now that you mention it, where exactly is she...?
Edgeworth:
She is currently out searching for the most important piece of evidence.
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
It's a waste of time. There's no such evidence. Are you stalling for time? How disgraceful.
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
Most important piece of evidence, huh? ...Courtney-pie. I don't really know what that evidence is, but I think we should have faith in her. After all, even if she may not look like it, she's still the Great Thief Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
(Somehow... it seems that Mr. Shields understands.) Judge Courtney! We've already determined the general location of that evidence. It's only a matter of time before she steals the evidence back.
Courtney:
! ......I understand. Then I shall give you special permission to testify.
Edgeworth:
...Thank you, Your Honor.
Blaise:
This is ridiculous!
Courtney:
This vital evidence that you have found... Please present it to the court!
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste and Patricia Roland are somehow connected. Allow me to present the evidence that proves it! (Which piece of evidence shows the relationship between Patricia Roland and Blaise Debeste?)
Present Report on Knightley
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This document contains a detailed report regarding the interrogation of a certain man."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste! This shows that you and Patricia Roland are...
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
It's sad, Miles. Truly sad, y'know. For you to accuse me of being a criminal by presenting evidence like that. If you're gonna present evidence, you should present something more meaningful, y'know.
Edgeworth:
Nghhhoooh! (So it wasn't this piece of evidence... A piece of evidence that connects Patricia Roland and Blaise Debeste... Do I have anything like that?)
Blaise:
What's wrong, Edgeworth? Just as I thought, you can't prove a thing, can you? And y'know why? Because Patricia Roland and I aren't connected at all.
Edgeworth:
You're wrong, Blaise Debeste! There's definitely a connection, and I shall prove it!
Leads back to:
"(The only evidence I had with me at the time was...!)"
Edgeworth:
This document contains a detailed report regarding the interrogation of a certain man.
Ray:
A certain man?
Edgeworth:
That man being the late Horace Knightley. And, the one who interrogated him was the defendant in this trial, Patricia Roland.
Ray:
! So that means, that was the interrogation where...
Edgeworth:
That's right... Patricia Roland murdered Knightley in the aftermath of the interrogation. And that very interrogation has been recorded in this written report!
Courtney:
That... definitely sounds like vital evidence!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. Just now, you referred to that document as a "written report". Now, just who in the world was that report written for?
Edgeworth:
I thought you might ask that, Franziska. And that's precisely what is most important about this report...! We found this document inside the safe in the storeroom on the 51st floor of the Grand Tower.
Franziska:
The 51st floor... The storeroom for the black market auction!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. And the Conductor of the auction was you, Blaise Debeste!
Blaise:
............
Edgeworth:
You received a report about the victim from Warden Roland! In the face of this evidence, can you still say you have no connection to this case?
Blaise:
......In regards to that, I refuse to answer.
Edgeworth:
What?
Blaise:
It has yet to be proven in court that I was the Conductor of the black market auction.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Have you already forgotten the events of this morning? I believe I had already proved it back then, did I not?
Blaise:
I will not deny that I was bested by you. However, that was at the crime scene. Who knows if the results will be the same in court. An acquittal is still possible, y'see. ...Until it's been proven in court that I am the Conductor of the black market auctions... ...you can't prove that document was addressed to me.
Edgeworth:
Your logic is twisted...!
Blaise:
That's not very nice, y'know. My logic isn't twisted, is it? Courtney? Don't you feel the same way? It was quite unlike you to allow Former Prosecutor Edgeworth's statement just now, y'know. ...It saddens me, y'see. That you would fail to uphold the law as a judge should. In fact, I'm so upset by this, I may have no other choice but to use my last resort, y'know.
Courtney:
.....I-It is as you say. Something that has not been proven in court does not merit any deliberation. I will have to... overrule... Mr. Edgeworth's claim.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... As I thought, until John has been rescued...)
Blaise:
Y'see? The truth at the scene and the truth in the courtroom are two very different things.
Edgeworth:
So, you're saying the truth can be distorted in court, as long as it's for your sake?
Blaise:
What a horrible thing to say. I'm not distorting the truth or anything like that, y'know. If a not guilty verdict is handed down, then that becomes the truth. That's all it is, y'see.
Edgeworth:
(It's useless. There's nothing we can do useless the missing evidence turns up...)
Blaise:
Now then, Courtney. Why don't you deliver a Not Guilty verdict and let's get this over with? After all, that evidence... isn't gonna show up any time soon, y'know.
???:
Objection!
Courtney:
Wh-Who raised an objection just now?
Debeste:
...P-Pops...
Blaise:
.....Sebastian.
Debeste:
......Uugh.
Blaise:
Why did you come back here, now of all times?
Courtney:
Sebastian! What is the meaning of this?
Franziska:
Just where were you and what have been doing since you abandoned your own trial?
Debeste:
I-I'm sorry. I was... umm...
Franziska:
Such an act is unbecoming of a prosecutor! You should be ashamed!
Debeste:
I... umm... well...
Blaise:
Sebastian. You still don't get it, y'know. This court has no place for sniveling child such as yourself!
Debeste:
.....Pops.....! I...... I...! I-I've come to present new evidence, Your Honor! So, so... please! Let me take my place back at the prosecutor's bench!
Edgeworth:
(Sebastian...! I didn't think he would come back...)
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Hah hah hah hah! What's all this now, Sebastian? You don't seem at all like your normal self!
Debeste:
........Uugh. Pops...
Blaise:
Hm? Come now! What's the matter? You want Daddy to play with you? Is that it? Well then, why don't we just head on back home.
Debeste:
R-Return to the witness stand.
Blaise:
What's wrong? You're shaking like a leaf.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! The prosecutor officially in charge of this case has just arrived with new evidence. The trial is still in session. In light of this, shouldn't we continue with the proceedings?
Courtney:
........
Ray:
Naturally, the defense has no objections, Your Honor. I'm sure the defense attorney originally in charge would say the same.
Franziska:
.....The prosecution has no objections, either, Your Honor.
Courtney:
..........
Blaise:
Continue with the proceedings? That won't be necessary. Isn't that right? Courtney.
Edgeworth:
(Blaise still believes that he was the one who kidnapped John. As long as John still hasn't been found... ...Judge Courtney will remain bound by Blaise, and nothing else will change that!)
Courtney:
.......... Th-That sound is...
Edgeworth:
(Her cell phone...!) Hm...! (My phone as well...?)
Ray:
Eh? Uncle Ray's phone is also...!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Kay:
Mr. Shields!
Gumshoe:
We've found John, sir!
Kay:
We rescued John!
Edgeworth:
Excellent work, Detective!
Ray:
That kid was the most important piece of evidence, right? Way to go, Kay!
Kay:
Eheheh! I wanted to spread the word quickly, so I had everyone call!
Edgeworth:
.....Judge Courtney. It's for you.
Courtney:
.....
Courtney:
.......Yes. I see. I'm..... I'm so glad you're safe...! Make sure you properly thank everyone. OK? ............Be careful, and come home safe.
Courtney:
...Let us resume the proceedings. Now that I may once again swing my gabel to my heart's content.
Blaise:
Hah...! You're kidding, right? This is just a sad joke, y'know!
Courtney:
Witness! This is no joke! Please return to the stand! Prosecutor Debeste, as well. Promptly return to your seat at the prosecutor's bench!
Debeste:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
Franziska:
........Sebastian Debeste.
Debeste:
Y-Yes, Ms. von Karma...!?
Franziska:
.....I leave the rest to you.
Debeste:
Huh...?
Franziska:
"Going up against your own father..." It won't be easy. I shall observe how things pan out... from the gallery.
Courtney:
Now then, allow me to ask once more... Is the prosecution ready? Prosecutor Debeste. What is this new evidence you wish to present...?
Debeste:
.....The missing knife and chisel, Your Honor.
Ray:
You mean they've finally been found!?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Debeste! Is this true!?
Debeste:
...Th-The knife and chisel... I wasn't able to find them... I searched and searched! I really did! But... it was already too late...
Edgeworth:
(Too late...?)
Ray:
What do you mean?
Debeste:
I remembered... This morning, when I passed by Pops in the garage at home... ...he was holding something wrapped in a newspaper.
Debeste:
Pops, where are you going?
Blaise:
Ah, Sebastian. Just taking out some trash.
Debeste:
At that moment, I heard it. .....The faint sound of a bell.
Ray:
Could that sound have been, by any chance...
Edgeworth:
...the bell attached to Dogen's chisel!?
Courtney:
In other words... you're saying that the witness threw away the evidence?
Blaise:
........
Debeste:
I searched for it, but I didn't make it in time. I'm sorry...
Ray:
Where exactly did you search for it?
Debeste:
The garbage dump! I went to the garbage dump and searched everywhere! I thought the evidence Pops threw away had to be there...!
Edgeworth:
Hm? Isn't that...! (Sebastian?)
Kay:
Ah! What're you doing here?
Debeste:
WHOOOOOOOAAAHH!
Kay:
H-He ignored us...
Edgeworth:
(So at that time, he had gone to the garbage dump...)
Debeste:
But... but... ...this was all I could find.
Courtney:
This is...? It smells rather peculiar...
Ray:
Now that you mention it, there's kind of a funky smell coming from you as well...
Debeste:
Wh-What do you expect!? I was digging through garbage!
Edgeworth:
And what of the knife?
Debeste:
I think it's buried somewhere in that giant mountain of trash... ...but I couldn't find it by myself.
Courtney:
...I understand. I shall accept this into evidence.
Blaise:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Well done, Sebastian! You never betray my expectations, y'know! You searched so desperately through the garbage and that's all you have to show for it?
Debeste:
Urk...!
Blaise:
Awww, what a tear-jerker! I'm tearing up already!
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
It's a bit too early for tears, don't you think? We haven't examined the evidence properly yet.
Blaise:
...I think it's just a pointless waste of time, y'know.
Ray:
I'm counting on you. Sebastian, Miles. Show him that the truth can be exposed in court and take him down!
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Shields is backing us up. Now all we need is a breakthrough...!) Prosecutor Debeste. Let's take a closer look at the evidence.
Debeste:
R... Right!
Examine rolled up paper
Leads to:
"Let's have a look inside. (It'd be great if we could find some kind of proof.)"
Edgeworth:
Let's have a look inside. (It'd be great if we could find some kind of proof.) This is... the bell that was attached to Dogen's chisel... Are there any traces left behind on it?
Debeste:
.....Ack, it's no good. There's not even a single smudge on it...
Courtney:
What did you find, Prosecutor Debeste!?
Blaise:
Did you even find anything?
Debeste:
D... Darn it...
Blaise:
Of course you'd find nothing. Something like that can't be called evidence, y'know. All it is, is trash. It may be sad, but that's the truth, y'see.
Edgeworth:
(Were Sebastian's efforts all for naught...?) Indeed, this bell does not seem to be valid evidence... (However...)
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth! Are you really giving up!?
Blaise:
Calm as always, Edgeworth. Quite unlike Sebastian here!
Courtney:
...Well then, is the prosecution finished with its argument?
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Justine, not yet! We're not through yet! There's still something we haven't examined!
Blaise:
You're still not giving up? Struggling in vain's not cute at all, y'know.
Edgeworth:
(It seems Sebastian hasn't given up yet either. I was just thinking the exact same thing. The last item remaining... Is it trash, or is it evidence...? If we don't examine it, we'll never find out... The item I'm thinking of is...)
The knife
Edgeworth:
The knife is the last piece of evidence we need!
Debeste:
What are you talking about, Mr. Edgeworth!? Didn't I tell you that I didn't find the knife!? Do you enjoy torturing me like this?
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (That's not what I...)
Blaise:
Struggling in vain's not good, y'know. Can't you see there's nothing at all?
Edgeworth:
(The last piece of evidence... There might be something remaining there. There's no other option. We must examine that item.)
Leads back to:
"(The item I'm thinking of is...)"
The bell
Edgeworth:
The bell itself is the final piece of evidence!
Debeste:
What are you talking about, Mr. Edgeworth!? I thought we didn't find anything on the bell!
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (That's right...)
Blaise:
Struggling in vain's not good, y'know. Can't you see there's nothing at all?
Edgeworth:
(The last piece of evidence... There might be something remaining there. There's no other option. We must examine that item.)
Leads back to:
"(The item I'm thinking of is...)"
The newspaper
Leads to:
"We're still not done examining the newspaper that the bell was wrapped in!"
Debeste:
We're still not done examining the newspaper that the bell was wrapped in!
Edgeworth:
(It seems that Sebastian has the same idea as I do.)
Blaise:
Wow, this is just wonderful, y'know. So wonderful, it's to cry for. Is it desperation, or simply reckless abandon? Are you really going to... pin all your hopes on a worthless scrap of newspaper?
Edgeworth:
Heh. We won't know for sure whether or not it's "worthless" until we examine it, will we? Sebastian. Let's examine it posthaste.
Examine bell
Edgeworth:
This is Dogen's bell... There isn't a single stain on it.
Debeste:
We probably won't find anything on the bell! Let's try examining the newspaper!
Edgeworth:
Indeed.
Examine handprint on back
Leads to:
"Is this... a handprint?"
Edgeworth:
Is this... a handprint?
Debeste:
! There's something greasy on here too... Is it oil?
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney! We'd like to request a fingerprint analysis on this paper! Could you please summon someone from forensics?
Courtney:
Your request is accepted. Contact the lab at once!
Forensics:
Reporting! These are definitely fingerprints! However... it's from a glove!
Debeste:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat!?
Blaise:
Didn't I tell you? It's nothing but a worthless scrap of paper. Just thinking about it, y'know. When handling important evidence... ...what kind of idiot wouldn't use gloves!? Oh wait, wouldn't that be you? The idiot who doesn't know when to give up.
Ray:
...That's pretty harsh, talking to your son like that.
Blaise:
What's wrong with calling an idiot an idiot? If you want to be The Best, you have to be heartless. I have no compassion worthless individuals, not even my own son!
Debeste:
Pops...! I.....!
Blaise:
Y'know, you've always called yourself a genius prosecutor, haven't you? Didn't I explain to you this morning why you were a genius up until now? That's right. It was all because of me. Because of my authority. You were always being protected. By people like Courtney... and me.
Debeste:
........Uuunghh.
Blaise:
Now, get that stinking face of yours out of my sight.
Debeste:
Stinking...
Blaise:
Y'know, now that I think about it, that stench might just suit you perfectly. Just keep it away from my nose, or my eyes will start watering.
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Wrong... You're wrong, Pops.
Blaise:
...Sebastian? What are you talking about?
Debeste:
...You're the one who stinks, Pops. It's you, not me!
Blaise:
What...?
Debeste:
...You haven't noticed, have you? You smell, Pops. So much that you can't even hide it. Mr. Edgeworth... Try smelling the hand print on the newspaper.
Edgeworth:
The smell...? ...Hmm. It smells... like oil...
Debeste:
I know something that smells just like it...
Edgeworth:
(Come to think of it, back then...)
Edgeworth:
(It smells like motor oil. Maintaining that motorcycle must be Blaise's hobby.)
Debeste:
That's right... The smell proves it. It proves that the culprit who hid the evidence was...! It's no good... I guess I can't become the best after all. I'm too soft... I could never be so heartless... ...I just can't bring down my father with my own hands.
Edgeworth:
(Prosecutor Debeste...) ..........Summon... your courage. "Become a different prosecutor from your father"... Wasn't that what you decided?
Debeste:
!
Edgeworth:
We are prosecutors. And as prosecutors, we stand in the courtroom. In that case, isn't it our duty to shed light on the truth?
Debeste:
........
Edgeworth:
Exposing crimes and bringing criminals to justice. Even if the criminal is your own father... ...that is your duty, as a prosecutor. Didn't I promise you? That if you have the courage to stand up... I will show you the way. And if you cannot do it alone, then we shall do it together...
Debeste:
...Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth. Allow me to present the evidence that connects this hand print with my father!
Present Mechanic's Gloves
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the smell of motor oil. The kind used for maintaining motorcycles..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Debeste:
Doesn't this piece of evidence kind of resemble the hand print on the newspaper?
Blaise:
.......
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It seems he has nothing to say.
Blaise:
Yup, I've nothing to say. Because they don't look anything alike at all...
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (It seems this wasn't it...)
Blaise:
Ah ha ha ha! That's just like you, Sebastian. Y'know, about that evidence. Can you really say that it has any connection with me at all?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, it would be meaningless if just the shape was the same.
Debeste:
Let's take another look at the evidence we have!
Edgeworth:
Prosecutor Debeste. Fulfill your duty as a prosecutor.
Leads back to:
"And if you cannot do it alone, then we shall do it together..."
Edgeworth:
This is the smell of motor oil. The kind used for maintaining motorcycles...
Debeste:
Both myself and Mr. Edgeworth have smelled this exact same smell before!
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste! It was in your garage!
Blaise:
!
Edgeworth:
And wouldn't you say these fingerprints have a rather peculiar shape? The five letters that spell out D-E-A-T-H. It's exactly the same as your own gloves.
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Ha ha ha! You can buy gloves like that from anywhere! It doesn't prove a thing!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Is that really the case?
Debeste:
That's not the only thing that these two pieces of evidence have in common!
Edgeworth:
(The fingerprints on the newspaper that was used to wrap up the bell... ...and Blaise's mechanic's gloves...) This is the unmistakable similarity they both share!
Present faded "A" letter
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"If you examine the imprint left by the letter A, you'll see it's unmistakably from this glove."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the unmistakable similarity that these two pieces of evidence share!
Blaise:
Hmm... I'm not quite sure where this unmistakable similarity is, y'know.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Even if you don't understand, I do.
Debeste:
But Mr. Edgeworth, I don't understand either!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (So that wasn't it...)
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth. Let's look closely at the fingerprints on the newspaper again! It should definitely have a similarity with the glove!
Blaise:
Hmph. As I thought, that glove isn't evidence at all.
Edgeworth:
Is that really the case? That's not the only similarity.
Leads back to:
"This is the unmistakable similarity they both share!"
Edgeworth:
If you examine the imprint left by the letter A, you'll see it's unmistakably from this glove.
Blaise:
Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
And that's not all... There is one more item we must take note of. Namely, these dirt stains. I suggest we do a comparative analysis of the dirt stains from the newspaper and the glove. If the contents match up... then it will prove to be decisive evidence.
Courtney:
Bailiff! Please have these dirt samples sent to forensics for analysis immediately!
Blaise:
Gaaaaaaaarrgh! Edgewooorth! Sebastiaaaan! You lowly prosecutors! Do you have any idea who I am!?
Debeste:
Pops... you can't run away anymore. It's been proven in court that you concealed the evidence. And that you tried to cover for the defendant...
Blaise:
Y-You're saying that I'm... Guilty? That I'll be sent to prison...? Me, Blaise Debeste? A couple of snot-nosed punks are gonna make me disappear!? There must be some mistake!
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Be a man and admit your crimes!
Blaise:
Objection!
Blaise:
Do you really think you can survive if I'm not around?
Debeste:
I..... I'll be fine now. I thought I wanted to be the best prosecutor, so I could get your approval, Pops. But, when I was kidnapped by your men... and stuck in that dark room, I started thinking. "I am... truly powerless." I despaired, and averted my eyes from the truth. But... ...at that moment, Mr. Edgeworth stepped in and showed me the way. And now, I am no longer just a child chasing after his father's approval! I've become capable... I can find evidence on my own now!
Blaise:
Wha... My men kidnapped you? Why were you...!?
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Pops, I'll show you the truth you never knew... through this trial.
Blaise:
Sebastiaaan! How dare you speak to me like that...! You should've just stayed as an idiot son!
Debeste:
You may have hated me to the very end, Pops... ...but I... I've always looked up to you. Thank you for everything up until now. .....And goodbye.
Blaise:
You... Since when did you... All you've ever been able to do was depend on me! SebaSTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!
Courtney:
It has been established that the evidence was concealed by Blaise Debeste himself. A judgment regarding his concealment of evidence shall be delivered at a separate trial. The missing chisel and knife still have yet to be found. However, once a search of the waste disposal site is underway, they will surely be discovered.
Roland:
...The knife will be found? Wh-What will happen to me if it's found?
Edgeworth:
Heh. No need to worry. You'll simply receive the punishment you deserve for your crime.
Roland:
Grrrr! Punishment? For me!? Blaise, what in the world are you doing!? You! You... After all your boasting about being able to create your own truths and Not Guilty verdicts! That's why I contacted you immediately after the prison incident in the first place! And to make matters worse, you even kidnapped the wrong kid! I just can't believe this! You really, really, really are... completely useleeeeeessss!
Edgeworth:
...That was certainly a violent outburst. But you heard her, Prosecutor Debeste.
Debeste:
Yeah. She got flustered and said a bunch of important stuff! ...Right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed... That's correct. (He still doesn't seem very sure of himself...)
Courtney:
Very well. And with that, this court is adjourned.
???:
Not so fast!!
Edgeworth:
What?
Franziska:
Huh!?
Courtney:
Wh-Who are you?
Lang:
Judge Courtney. It's still too early for a happy ending. Lang Zi says: "The end of the trial is not always the end of the case."
Courtney:
And who... might you be?
Lang:
The name's Shi-Long Lang. I'm just a humble, lone investigator.
Courtney:
Do you have some objection with this trial?
Lang:
Hah! Not a chance! The defendant there has a heart as black as a moonless night.
Roland:
Lang...? Don't tell me you're... the one from 12 years ago...?
Lang:
You got it. Ain't this nice? Now you're finally going to prison, where you belong. Twelve years is a long time coming for a suspended sentence. Don't you agree?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. What are you talking about?
Lang:
The SS-5 Incident from 12 years ago... It's a case I'll never forget.
Edgeworth:
(12 years ago...?)
Lang:
......Well. A lot has changed. It all happened over 12 years ago. Back then, he and my old man were close friends, and our clan protected the president's life. But then, he suddenly changed. It's as if he became an entirely different person... Nowadays, he doesn't even have a shred of faith in the police force of Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
(12 years ago... I wonder what went on them?)
Edgeworth:
(Might it have something to do with Lang's father and President Huang?)
Lang:
Patricia Roland. And you, Blaise Debeste. Back then, the two of you killed off the Lang clan...
Roland:
Rrgh...
Courtney:
Were you involved in the incident 12 years ago?
Lang:
That's right, I was. However... I'm not here to chase after ghosts of the past. I'm here for you, Justine Courtney...!
Courtney:
M... Me?
Lang:
You, and one other...
John:
..........
Courtney:
John!
Lang:
Ms. Courtney! You're coming along too! As a suspect in the murder of the president of Zheng Fa, Di-Jun Huang!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! What evidence do you...!?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Settle down, Mr. Prosecutor. The investigation has only just begun. We're going to inspect the crime scene with the suspects in attendance.
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang... did he get his hands on some new pieces of evidence?)
Lang:
If you have any objections, then you can tag along as well.
Edgeworth:
...I shall do just that.
John:
........
Edgeworth:
("The end of the trial is not always the end of the case"... There are still many mysteries yet unsolved surrounding the murder of the president... Namely, the true nature of the "giant monster", and...)
???:
Then come and get me! I'll be looking forward to it! That is... if you can bring me to justice. But I highly doubt that.
Edgeworth:
(The true identity of the person on the other end of the phone...)
To be continued.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right... I need to reconsider the information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information. I need to think this over one more time.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, that statement contradicts this piece of evidence!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor, are you playing games with me?
Edgeworth:
The evidence says it all.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
In that case, the evidence is lying through its teeth!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So that wasn't it...)
Kay:
Even if you defang him, he's still a wolf! As expected, he's tough.
Edgeworth:
Yes. He's a worthy opponent indeed.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Please take a look at this piece of evidence.
Lang:
Hah! Just what are you trying to say with that evidence!?
Edgeworth:
If you don't even know after looking at it, you certainly have fallen to a new low.
Lang:
Brazenly shoving such a meaningless thing into my face... Aren't you the one who has fallen to a new low here!?
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (So it wasn't this piece of evidence...)
Kay:
What are you doing!? You realize who you're up against, right!? If you're not careful, you're gonna get bitten!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I'd better be wary of those fangs.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, it seems there is a clear contradiction in your statement.
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Always question words without evidence!" Hah! But it seems I don't even need to question the words that you're saying. It's clearly a pathetic bluff!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (So that was wrong?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! A bluff won't be effective against Mr. Lang!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. In that case, I'll have to face him head-on!
Too many penalties
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Justine Courtney)
Courtney:
Any more of this would be a waste of time. I have nothing left to say to you.
Edgeworth:
C-Confound it...!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... let's try this again!
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Sebastian Debeste)
Debeste:
Just leave me alone already! I... can't trust anyone anymore...!
Edgeworth:
C-Confound it...!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing of interest here.
The Grand Turnabout
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Part 1
Part 2
April 6, 2:52 PMOutside Grand TowerTemporary Film Lot
Powers:
Uh, umm. Could you please give it a rest already?
Lotta:
The heck? I'm tellin' y'all, it's best for all y'alls sake to come clean!
Nicole:
The staff has their lips sealed shut as the reporters continue their tenacious negotiations!
Officer:
...If you're not here to cooperate with the investigation, I must ask you to vacate the premises.
Lotta:
...Put a sock in it, copper! Y'all couldn't even stop Moozilla's invasion!
Nicole:
Not only did they secretly raise a giant monster, but now the staff is tryin' to cover it up...?
Penny:
Like I said, we haven't been raising any monsters here at the film lot!
Lotta:
But ain't ya said ya done saw Gourdy yerself!?
Penny:
Sure, I saw it... but it's not like we were keeping it at the film lot!
???:
Mind if we butt in?
Penny:
Ah! Mr. Edgeworth!
Powers:
And John...!
Lotta:
Oh! Y'all come here to search for the monster too?
Lang:
We're searching for a criminal, not a monster. Lang Zi says: "The darkness inside a criminal's heart can be likened to a monster!" Well, when it comes to killing people, criminals aren't much different from monsters.
Officer:
A-Agent Lang! This is a problem! I can't let outsiders enter the crime scene...!
Lang:
These are all key figures in the case. I'd like them to be here when the investigation resumes.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Regarding what you said about resuming the investigation... Where do you intend to start?
Lang:
We'll start by reviewing the case. Today, the body of President Huang was found here at the film lot. The president's whereabouts from two nights ago are still unknown.
Edgeworth:
It seems he snuck out from under the eyes of his bodyguards and ventured outside.
Lang:
And that night was the last time he was seen alive. It was when he met with you, Judge Courtney, on the roof of the Grand Tower.
John:
!
Courtney:
......
Lang:
So, why did you meet with the president?
Courtney:
That... I cannot say.
Edgeworth:
(You can't tell us, even under suspicion of murder?)
John:
...Can't say? Why not?
Kay:
Ms. Courtney! If you don't say anything, you'll be more suspicious!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hah! She must have a reason to clam up! I think you're somehow involved in the president's assassination.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The president's body was only discovered today. That still leaves a blank of one whole day after Judge Courtney met with him unaccounted for!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Don't be so impatient. We're gonna fill in that blank right here, right now. The evening on that blank day in question is what's important... What happened here last night? So, why don't you tell us? John Marsh!
John:
Me?
Lang:
We know you were here last night.
Courtney:
Wh-What... John was... here?
Lang:
Between that little missy's testimony and the footprints we found, we can easily prove it.
Penny:
John, you were rehearsing here last night, right?
John:
...You were spying on me?
Penny:
Ah, umm, I'm sorry. I just came to check up on things. You really shouldn't be staying up so late, you know...
John:
Mind your own business.
Courtney:
John Marsh! That young lady was worried about you. You will not speak to her like that!
John:
.......Sorry.
Courtney:
How many times have I told you to be more mindful of the way you speak?
Kay:
It is just me, or does Ms. Courtney's personality seem kind of different?
Edgeworth:
She seems to be as strict with her own son as she is with those who violate the law.
Courtney:
Are you listening to me? And earlier, as well...
John:
.....
Courtney:
You should always bear that in mind, no matter the occasion...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
...Can we get on with the investigation already?
Courtney:
Ah! ...Pardon me.
Edgeworth:
(For Judge Courtney to get carried away like that... This must be her motherly side.) Agent Lang. Do you suspect John?
Lang:
All I want is the truth. Why was the president killed...? And I want to know who killed him... I'll do whatever it takes to find out.
Edgeworth:
(It seems the president was like family to him...) John... Would it be alright if we asked you a few questions?
John:
...Sure. It's fine. I've got nothing to hide anyway.
-- John's Rehearsal --
John:
I wasn't feeling too great during yesterday's shoot, so I made a few bloopers.
They're reshooting the scene today, so...
Well, I decided to rehearse a little on my own. That's all.
I do it all the time. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
Courtney:
You were rehearsing alone that late at night...? John. When I called you last night, you told me you were at the hotel...
Edgeworth:
You called him? About what time was that?
Courtney:
I believe it was around 11 PM. I require him to call me every night. That's our rule whenever he stays away from home.
John:
...The truth is, I was at the film lot during that time.
Courtney:
So you lied to me...!
John:
.......... I'm sorry.
Kay:
Ms. Courtney sure is angry. I think it's admirable that he practiced on his own, even if he hid it from his mom.
Edgeworth:
I'm sure she was simply worried. Who knows what could have happened to him, out alone so late at night? And in reality, he did get caught up in yesterday's incident...
Kay:
But John said, "there wasn't anything out of the ordinary", right?
Edgeworth:
(Is that really the truth?)
Rebuttal
-- John's Rehearsal --
John:
I wasn't feeling too great during yesterday's shoot, so I made a few bloopers.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
John. You said you didn't feel well. Could you tell me more concretely what was wrong?
John:
That doesn't matter! I just wasn't feeling well, alright!?
Kay:
You weren't feeling well... Maybe you drank too much milk?
John:
Wha... How'd you...!? Ah, no, I mean, that's not it...
Edgeworth:
(So he didn't feel well because of his stomach...)
Kay:
When I was young, I was told that chewing milk makes it easier on your stomach, y'know?
John:
Th-This conversation is over! Anyways, I made a few bloopers.
John:
They're reshooting the scene today, so...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So they planned to reshoot the scene today. And you were practicing for that last night.
John:
...My mistakes caused a lot of trouble for the people around me. I'm a pro, so practicing that much more is natural.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... He certainly does have an admirable sense of responsibility.)
Penny:
John is incredibly dedicated to his craft. He didn't even make any major mistakes in those bloopers. But he said if it would make the movie just a tiny bit better...
John:
Shut up! You don't need to go around blabbering about stupid stuff like that!
Penny:
Ah... I-I'm sorry.
Edgeworth:
(If only he was a little more cooperative, I'd have no complaints.)
John:
Hmph... Anyway, that's what happened.
John:
Well, I decided to rehearse a little on my own. That's all.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
John. About your testimony just now...
Courtney:
John Marsh! Don't I always tell you!? If you're going to practice by yourself, you have to let me know beforehand!
John:
I-I-I know!
Edgeworth:
(...My time to speak was completely stolen away from me.) I shall ask you once more. John, about your testimony just now...
Kay:
But you know, John, I think that's really great!
Edgeworth:
(Mmph... A-Again!?)
Kay:
I bet putting in an honest effort like that will make someone even more talented. You'll go from a little thief to a Middle Thief, and then someday you'll become a Great Thief! I'll be doing my best, so you do your best too! OK, John?
Edgeworth:
........Ahem. Now then, if I may? John. Do you often rehearse in that way? (At last... At long last, I finally got to ask my question...!)
John:
I do it all the time. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
There are no mistakes in that testimony, correct?
John:
O-Of course there's no mistakes! It was just a normal, peaceful night! Nothing out of the ordinary happened at all!
Kay:
A... A peaceful night!? How can you say that when an incident like this has occurred!?
Edgeworth:
Kay, he is still a child. Please don't get seriously angry.
Present Moozilla's Head
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There wasn't anything out of the ordinary? That's a lie, isn't it? A monster's head fell from the roof of that building. Surely you must have known about that?
John:
...! I don't know anything about it.
Edgeworth:
Is that true?
John:
I told you, I just practiced a bit and then I went back. I don't know anything about Moozilla's head falling or anything like that! Or do you have evidence to show that I know something?
Edgeworth:
(...There certainly isn't any evidence of that. It's also possible that it fell after John had already gone back...)
John:
If there's no evidence, then like I said, we're done talking!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
We're not done talking yet!
John:
What now?
Edgeworth:
The falling monster's head wasn't the only unusual thing that happened last night. And this is something you should be well aware of. What happened last night, aside from Moozilla's head falling?
Present Monster's Footprints or John's Practice Video
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"We have evidence right here."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
John. Take a look at this.
John:
And what's that supposed to be?
Edgeworth:
Don't you understand? This shows what happened last night.
John:
......
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Have I left you speechless?
John:
...You're so far off the mark that I have nothing to say.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (Was I really that far off...?)
Kay:
Let's review what happened here last night one more time!
Edgeworth:
Yes. I won't let this child make a fool of me any longer!
Kay:
Why are you getting so worked up about that? Anyways, just what was it that happened last night?
Leads back to:
"What happened last night, aside from Moozilla's head falling?"
Edgeworth:
We have evidence right here.
John:
Ah! Could that be...!?
Edgeworth:
That's right. It's the video you recorded of your performance.
John:
........Ugh.
Lang:
What!? You're telling me you have video from last night!?
Edgeworth:
Exactly. And in this video... ...there is clearly something that is out of the ordinary.
Lang:
Th-This is... a monster's footprint...!
Edgeworth:
Would you say that monster's footprints are commonplace on a film set?
Courtney:
John... Why did you conceal this video from us?
John:
........No reason, really.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hey, pup! This is no joking matter! You had a reason to hide it, right?
Courtney:
John Marsh! Answer him clearly!
John:
But Mom.....
Edgeworth:
Well?
John:
...I didn't want anyone to see me rehearsing.
Lang:
........
Kay:
........
Edgeworth:
........ In other words, you're embarrassed about others seeing you practice.
John:
...Yeah. Got a problem with that!?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You're saying that's why you hid the evidence?
Courtney:
John!
John:
Eep! ...Quit nagging me. You've already busted me, what more do you want? Yeah, the footprints were there, but I just practiced and headed home.
Hold it!
Lotta:
How come yer so calm after findin' those footprints!? It's a monster, ya know!? A real live monster!
John:
...I thought it was just a part of the set. Besides, there's lots of other weird stuff around here too.
Nicole:
He's suspicious, Chief! This kid's really suspicious!
Lotta:
Yer right! The smell of a scoop stinks to high heaven!
John:
...Shut up. We're done talking!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Leads to:
"Wait up..."
Present Monster's Footprints or John's Practice Video
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There wasn't anything out of the ordinary? That's a lie, isn't it? We have evidence right here.
John:
Ah! Could that be...!?
Edgeworth:
That's right. It's the video you recorded of your performance.
John:
........Ugh.
Lang:
What!? You're telling me you have video from last night!?
Edgeworth:
Exactly. And in this video... ...there is clearly something that is out of the ordinary.
Lang:
Th-This is... a monster's footprint...!
Edgeworth:
Would you say that monster's footprints are commonplace on a film set?
Courtney:
John... Why did you conceal this video from us?
John:
........No reason, really.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hey, pup! This is no joking matter! You had a reason to hide it, right?
Courtney:
John Marsh! Answer him clearly!
John:
But Mom.....
Edgeworth:
Well?
John:
...I didn't want anyone to see me rehearsing.
Lang:
........
Kay:
........
Edgeworth:
........ In other words, you're embarrassed about others seeing you practice.
John:
...Yeah. Got a problem with that!?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You're saying that's why you hid the evidence?
Courtney:
John!
John:
Eep! ...Quit nagging me. You've already busted me, what more do you want? Yeah, the footprints were there, but I just practiced and headed home.
Hold it!
Lotta:
How come yer so calm after findin' those footprints!? It's a monster, ya know!? A real live monster!
John:
...I thought it was just a part of the set. Besides, there's lots of other weird stuff around here too.
Nicole:
He's suspicious, Chief! This kid's really suspicious!
Lotta:
Yer right! The smell of a scoop stinks to high heaven!
John:
...Shut up. We're done talking!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
We're not done here yet!
John:
What now?
Edgeworth:
The monster's footprints weren't the only unusual things that happened last night. Besides the monster's footprints, what other unusual thing happened last night?
Present Moozilla's Head
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A monster's head fell from the roof of that building."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This shows what happened here yesterday.
John:
...And just what exactly does it show?
Edgeworth:
You don't understand, do you? You are still a child, after all.
John:
I don't need some guy who's less intelligent than a child telling me that.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (It seems that wasn't it...)
Kay:
Let's review what happened here last night one more time!
Edgeworth:
Yes. I won't let this child make a fool of me any longer!
Kay:
Why are you getting so worked up about that? Anyways, just what was it that happened last night?
Leads back to:
"Besides the monster's footprints, what other unusual thing happened last night?"
Edgeworth:
A monster's head fell from the roof of that building. Surely you must have known about that?
John:
...! I don't know anything about it.
Edgeworth:
Is that true?
John:
I told you, I just practiced a bit and then I went back. I don't know anything about Moozilla's head falling or anything like that! Or do you have evidence to show that I know something?
Edgeworth:
(...There certainly isn't any evidence of that. It's also possible that it fell after John had already gone back...)
John:
If there's no evidence, then like I said, we're done talking!
Edgeworth:
(It seems that John doesn't really want to talk about last night. Could he be hiding something after all...?)
Leads to:
"Wait up..."
Edgeworth:
So there was nothing out of the ordinary...?
Kay:
He doesn't know anything at all about the incident. That's the impression I'm getting. But isn't there evidence that shows something did happen last night?
Edgeworth:
Yes... I don't have time to waste dealing with a child's lies. Let's present the contradiction.
Lang:
Wait up...
Edgeworth:
? Agent Lang?
Lang:
Heh heh heh. It's as I thought. Thank you, Mr. Prosecutor. This video backs up my logic.
Kay:
Huh!? Is there something in the video that's related to the case?
Lang:
Yeah... Take a good, hard look at the monster costume in the top-left.
Kay:
The Moozilla costume...?
Lang:
Try comparing it with the one over there right now.
Kay:
Hmm? It looks like it's just hanging there limply though. And the zipper on its back is zipped up tightly.
Edgeworth:
(Zipper on its back...?) Wha! (Th-This discrepancy is...!)
Lang:
Yeah. The difference is plain to see. In the video, the zipper is clearly open! That's right... Someone was inside.
Kay:
WHAAAAAAAT!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Powers! Is the costume's zipper usually...?
Powers:
It's always zipped up tightly when it's not in use...
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. Do you remember? My logic from before...
Lang:
Two nights ago, Courtney pushed the president off the roof and killed him. Afterwards, she snuck into the film lot to hide the body.
Edgeworth:
In here?
Lang:
Wouldn't it be easy to hide a body in costume or behind all this equipment? Then, all she had to do last night was retrieve the body.
Edgeworth:
You're saying the body... was hidden inside the costume?
Lang:
Yeah, that's right! Judge Courtney! Two nights ago, you pushed the president off the roof of the tower. You then hid the body inside the monster costume!
Courtney:
I... I did no such thing!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Say what you want, but you're the only one who could've done it!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That should have already been proven impossible. The film lot was locked at the time! Judge Courtney could not have entered this place!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
...And what if there was an accomplice?
Edgeworth:
What?
Lang:
I'll tell you my reasoning, so listen up.
-- Mother and Son Theory --
Lang:
When the president was pushed off the roof, John was waiting at the film lot.
If John was an accomplice, the problem with the locks would be resolved.
The two of them then hid the president's body.
Inside that monster costume over there...
Edgeworth:
You think this crime had such an elaborate plan?
Lang:
To take the life of a nation's president. An elaborate plan is to be expected, don't you think?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
John would never... take part in such a crime!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You're the one being suspected. Your words don't carry much weight!
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't think those two had sufficient motive for something like this, though?
Lang:
Well, maybe they had a motive that we didn't know about? You were the last one to meet with the president. And you're still keeping the details secret. Don't you think it's only natural that you're being suspected?
Courtney:
......
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Is there no way for you to tell us your secret.
Courtney:
M-My apologies. I just cannot, no matter what... However, when the time I can talk about it comes, I will surely let you know. So, if you could please...
Lang:
Believe you? Is that what you wanted to say? That's what all criminals say. And you, pup... If you've got an explanation, hurry up and spit it out.
John:
Hmph. I didn't do nothing. ...That's all I'm saying.
Lang:
Both mother and son won't talk. You still gonna defend 'em like this?
Edgeworth:
It's true, Judge Courtney's actions are a mystery... ...however, we still don't know whether or not that ties in with a motive for murder.
Lang:
Yeah, that's right. Their motive for murder can wait. For now, let's talk about the situation surrounding the crime. ...And the fact that these two are the only ones who could've done it!
Rebuttal
-- Mother and Son Theory --
Lang:
When the president was pushed off the roof, John was waiting at the film lot.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Don't tell me you're saying John was an accomplice?
Kay:
John still looks like a grade school kid, he's even got a kiddy backpack to boot! How could he be an accomplice...? There's just no way!
Penny:
Like I said, John's already in middle school, and the backpack is a part of his costume...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says! "No matter how young the cub, never pity an ungrateful pup." He may be a little brat, but a villain deserves no mercy.
Kay:
Uuuh... So Mr. Lang Zi didn't make any allowances for age...
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. You're not just defending him 'cause he's a pup, are you?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Of course, that was never my intention. I shall present suitable evidence in due course.
Lang:
Oh? I'm looking forward to it. My logic's just getting started.
Lang:
If John was an accomplice, the problem with the locks would be resolved.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How would that... resolve the problem!?
Lang:
I figured you'd ask that, Mr. Prosecutor. But y'know, it's actually quite simple. Listen up... First, that woman pushes the president off the roof.
Kay:
Hmm... she pushes him off.
Lang:
Then, that brat, who knew the combination for the lock, unlocks the film lot.
Kay:
I see... the combination unlocks the brat!
Edgeworth:
Kay, it's the opposite.
Lang:
...That's all it takes. With this, the problem of the lock is solved. Your theory that she couldn't get in because she didn't know the combination no longer files!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Regarding the lock, that certainly is a plausible explanation...) Agent Lang. Thank you for your clear explanation. Please, continue with what you were saying before.
Lang:
Hmph. If you're gonna give up, you better do it now.
Lang:
The two of them then hid the president's body.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Supposing those two were accomplices... Why would they have needed to leave the body hanging there for an entire day!?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Why don't you give it a rest, and take a good hard look at reality. Thanks to their trickery, our investigation has been confused up until now. Doesn't that about answer your question!? ...Got it? Those two hid the body.
Lang:
Inside that monster costume over there...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
In the video, we cannot see the inside of the costume. So can you really say for certain that the body was placed inside?
Lang:
...Yeah, I'll give you that much. In that case, why don't we try examining it? The inside of that costume! There might be some traces left inside.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Powers, may we examine the inside of the costume?
Powers:
Sure. Go ahead. But it might be kinda stinky, since I sweat a lot in here...
Edgeworth:
This is... incredibly dirty.
Powers:
That's strange... We always make sure to clean it after using it, so that the sweat doesn't damage the costume.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Isn't this just proof that someone besides you used this costume? I'd say that dirt from the body probably got into the costume.
Kay:
The president's body did fall on top of the monster's footprint. That must be where the dirt came from!
Lang:
...Are you satisfied now?
Add statement:
"There's dirt inside the costume. It must have gotten there when the body was hidden inside."
Lang:
There's dirt inside the costume. It must have gotten there when the body was hidden inside.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, dirt got into the costume when the body was hidden inside. Wouldn't that mean... ...that the dirt was transferred from the body?
Lang:
Hah! Isn't that obvious? How else would you say it got there?
Kay:
...There's dirt stuck everywhere inside the costume. It looks particularly bad around the chest area.
Edgeworth:
(Dirt around the chest...? We cannot overlook this fact.)
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Dirt got onto the costume when the body was hidden inside it..."
Kay:
Mr. Lang's logic does seem to make sense...
Edgeworth:
Indeed, if those two were accomplices, the crime certainly would have been possible. So it would be useless to argue that point.
Kay:
In that case, what should we do?
Edgeworth:
Firstly, we should have Agent Lang explain his reasoning in more detail. Let's draw out more information.
Edgeworth:
Dirt got onto the costume when the body was hidden inside it... Is that really the case?
Lang:
You have a problem with that?
Edgeworth:
There is a fair amount of dirt inside the front of the costume.
Kay:
Yeah, that IS a lot of dirt...
Edgeworth:
However, I would like you to focus on the state the body is in. It's lying on top of the dirt, and yet there's no dirt on the front of the body. If the body really was inside the costume... ...then it's strange that the front of the body isn't stained with more dirt!
Lang:
Rrgh! Well then, how would you explain it? How did the dirt get inside the costume!?
Edgeworth:
(From the video footage, it's very likely that someone was inside the costume. But just who could it have been...?)
Kay:
Hmm... Where have I seen this?
Edgeworth:
What's the matter, Kay?
Kay:
I just feel like I remember seeing something that looked like this dirt somewhere before... ...but where was it? There were these bits of gray fragments mixed in with the dirt.
Edgeworth:
(Gray... fragments? There does seem to be something other than normal dirt mixed into it...)
Kay:
Something must've gotten stuck to it, and lots of it I might add. Hmm...
Edgeworth:
(Something got stuck to it? This may merit a closer look. Where did we see dirt that looks like what's stuck on the inside of the costume...?)
Present Mechanic's Gloves
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This dirt... has some gray bits mixed into it."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is what you're thinking of, isn't it, Kay?
Kay:
Oh! Mr. Edgeworth, you sure are sharp!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Naturally.
Kay:
...But too bad! Not this time!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (You should have just said that in the first place!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, can't you remember? Dirt, dirt... Where else did we see this dirt?
Edgeworth:
(Dirt... Wasn't there a piece of evidence that had dirt on it?)
Kay:
It's on the tip of my brain, but I just can't quite place it. Where on earth have we seen dirt like this before?
Leads back to:
"(Where did we see dirt that looks like what's stuck on the inside of the costume...?)"
Edgeworth:
This dirt... has some gray bits mixed into it.
Lang:
Huh? And what of it?
Edgeworth:
We found an item belonging to a certain man, that was covered in the same type of dirt. That is to say, these gloves.
Lang:
Those dirt stains... certainly look the same. But, tell me... Just what exactly is this grey substance!?
Edgeworth:
This grey substance is...
Plastic
Edgeworth:
Yes, I believe it's plastic. Your thoughts?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hah! You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Prosecutor! Put more "BANG!" into your claims, like you usually do!
Edgeworth:
Ah... Hmm.
Lang:
As for my opinion on the matter... I'll tell you right now, that stuff is definitely not plastic!
Edgeworth:
Nngwaaah! (So that wasn't it...)
Kay:
Let's take another good look at the state of the crime scene! What would be the most likely thing here to have dirt stuck on it?
Edgeworth:
Right. If we focus our thinking on that, the answer should come naturally.
Leads back to:
"This grey substance is..."
Concrete
Leads to:
"This grey substance must be fragments of concrete."
Paint
Edgeworth:
No matter how you look at it, this must be paint!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor! When did you become so scatterbrained!? No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like paint!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (I suppose not...)
Kay:
Let's take another good look at the state of the crime scene! What would be the most likely thing here to have dirt stuck on it?
Edgeworth:
Right. If we focus our thinking on that, the answer should come naturally.
Leads back to:
"This grey substance is..."
Edgeworth:
This grey substance must be fragments of concrete.
Kay:
You mean... the stuff that was scattered around the monster's footprints?
Edgeworth:
Exactly. Meanwhile, who do these gloves, which are stained with the same kind of dirt, belong to?
Kay:
Oh, I remember! We found it at Blaise's place!
Edgeworth:
Earlier today, we went to Blaise's garage. There, we discovered these dirt-stained gloves. Come to think of it, there were also hammers, shovels, and other tools placed inside, as well. Why would mechanic's gloves, intended to be used on machines, be covered in dirt? If he broke the concrete with the hammer, and then dug into the soil with the shovel... ...then it's only natural for dirt like that to get on the gloves.
Kay:
Then, maybe...!
Edgeworth:
Yes. The true nature of the monster's footprints... has been made clear. It's possible that these footprints were dug up by Blaise Debeste himself.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
It's possible...? Hmph! It's possible, you say!? Please do enlighten me. 'Cuz I honestly have no clue! Why on earth would he do something like that?
Edgeworth:
(Why did he make the monster footprints? Thinking about it, the answer must be...)
He was digging something up
Edgeworth:
It's possible he was digging something up.
Leads to:
"It probably went something like this."
He buried something
Edgeworth:
Could it have been because he buried something?
Kay:
He buried something!? I smell treasure! So, what did he bury?
Edgeworth:
If we want to find that out, we'll have to dig it up ourselves.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You think the police wouldn't have already investigated that? There was absolutely nothing buried beneath those footprints!
Edgeworth:
Nngwaaah! (It seems that was wrong...) In that case, we should assume the opposite: he dug something up.
Leads to:
"It probably went something like this."
Edgeworth:
It probably went something like this. Last night at this spot, there was something that Blaise needed to dig up. For that reason, he broke the lock on the back door ans sneaked into the film lot... Using the hammer and shovel, he set to work. He placed the items he dug up into his bag, but before he could fill in the holes...
Kay:
Ah! That's when John came to practice!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. Blaise panicked, and had no choice but to hide himself in the Moozilla costume nearby.
Lang:
Grr... To think you would deduce so much from just a pair of dirt-stained gloves... However! All of this is merely a possibility! There's still no proof that he was the one who was hiding inside that costume! For all we know, he might've left the scene once he finished digging!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
On the contrary. Such proof does exist, and can be seen... in the video. When this video was recorded, Blaise was definitely inside the film lot.
Lang:
Whaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
(Though I can't blame Agent Lang for not noticing... ...the difference between the current flim lot... ...and the one in John's video. Along with the state of Blaise's garage... ...it's all too clear that Blaise was still here!) What proves that Blaise was still at the film lot when this video was recorded?
Present duffel bag beside monster costume
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This bag placed near the costume..."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This proves that Blaise was still at the film lot!
Kay:
Umm... How exactly does it prove that?
Lang:
Yeah, I'd like a better explanation as well!
Edgeworth:
...Argh! (So this has nothing to do with Blaise...)
Kay:
If something belonging to Blaise could be seen in this video, then proving it would be easy... Mr. Edgeworth, isn't there anything that comes to mind?
Edgeworth:
(Something belonging to Blaise... Does anything like that appear in the video?)
Lang:
Well, Mr. Prosecutor!? How about it...? Is there really any evidence that Blaise Debeste was there?
Edgeworth:
There's no need to rush, Agent Lang.
Leads back to:
"What proves that Blaise was still at the film lot when this video was recorded?"
Edgeworth:
This bag placed near the costume... There was an identical one inside Blaise's garage.
Lang:
!
Edgeworth:
First, the dirt on the gloves, and now the bag... It seems there is a connection.
Mechanic's Gloves data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
And that's my proof. Blaise was inside the costume. Ergo, the president's body could not have been hidden inside it!
Lang:
Aiyaaaaaaaaa!
Edgeworth:
(It seems I was able to refute Agent Lang's reasoning.)
Gumshoe:
Someone needs to go investigate Blaise's house right away, pal! We need to know what was inside that bag!
Officer:
Yessir!
Hold it!
Lotta:
Y'all pipe down and listen up! Y'all just been sayin' whatever works best for y'all!
Edgeworth:
(...And the noisy one returns.)
Lotta:
That there's the footprints of the Mighty Moozilla! They ain't just some random holes dug up by that old coot!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I believe the true nature of these footprints has already been proven quite logically.
Lotta:
Logic schmogic, I ain't buyin' it! Say whatcha want, but I know what I saw, and I saw Moozilla!
Edgeworth:
(Is she referring to how she saw Moozilla out of the window of the Grand Tower...? Preposterous.)
Nicole:
Upon our journalist's souls, we ain't havin' none of it!
Edgeworth:
(That statement is an insult to journalists everywhere...)
Nicole:
Ah! That's right! There's more to them monsters than just those footprints! I remember hearin' that sonny over there was seen with the monster earlier! I reckon that gal over there said she witnessed it herself!
Edgeworth:
(When these two are together, all meaningful talk grinds to a halt...)
Kay:
If we only knew just what the "monster" really was, I think those two would quiet down. Mr. Edgeworth, isn't there anything you can do?
Edgeworth:
(The monster's true identity...?) We don't have much choice... Let's see what we can do.
Lotta:
Isn't there somethin' y'all ain't tellin' us about the monster!? Nicole! Ask 'em! Ask 'em right now!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
....Please settle down. Regarding the true identity of that "monster", I already know what it is.
Lotta:
Wha'd ya say!?
Edgeworth:
That's right. The video John recorded provided the hint that I needed...
Lotta:
Whatchu talkin' bout?
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Nichols saw Gourdy... ...when she went to check up on John's practice. At that times, she mistook "something" for Gourdy.) The "monster" can be seen in this photograph.
Lotta:
What!? Ain't that just some plain old souvenir photo!? Y'all don't really think ya can pull the wool over the eyes of a pro like me, do ya?
Edgeworth:
(What did Ms. Nichols really see, that she mistook for Gourdy?)
Present camera crane
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Naturally... Gourdy's true identity was..."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The "Gourdy" that Ms. Nichols saw... was actually this!
Lotta:
There ain't no foolin' a real pro! Yer sayin' this is Gourdy!? It don't look nothin' like it!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (I had my suspicions...)
Kay:
Let's double-check what Gourdy looks like. Something with a similar shape might be in the photo!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. (Gourdy's shape...?)
Leads back to:
"(What did Ms. Nichols really see, that she mistook for Gourdy?)"
Edgeworth:
Naturally... Gourdy's true identity was... ...this camera crane!
Lotta:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
The video John recorded was shot from fairly high up. A shot from this position would be impossible without a camera crane.
Hold it!
Nicole:
But...! There ain't no way Ms. Nichols would mistake a camera crane for Gourdy!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I wonder about that. ...Ms. Nichols.
Penny:
Y-Yes!
Edgeworth:
Earlier, you said the prescription for your glasses didn't match your eyesight anymore, correct?
Penny:
Yes. Lately, it seems like my eyesight has suddenly gotten a lot worse.
Edgeworth:
So would you say that you weren't able to see Gourdy very clearly in the dark?
Penny:
That's right... Its silhouette was all I could make out...
Nicole:
But, remember what Ms. Nichols said!? And I quote, "Its skin was really scaly... almost like a reptile..."!
Lotta:
Camera cranes ain't got no flesh on 'em, let alone skin! It's just a bare steel frame!
Edgeworth:
That is certainly true. At least, in the case of this photo... However, last night it did have skin.
Hold it!
Lotta:
Y'all just doin' whatever ya can to get in the way of our big scoop, ain't ya!?
Edgeworth:
(That was not my intention... ...but since I've come this far, it's time to put an end to your nonsense.) Gourdy's skin is right before our very eyes. This is the "skin" of Gourdy that Ms. Nichols saw!
Present vinyl sheets
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"As Ms. Nichols stated in her testimony earlier, it looked like it was going to rain last night."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the true identity of Gourdy's skin!
Lotta:
And just how could somethin' like that be taken for skin, ya heinous prosecutor!? Yer just spoutin' nonsense, tryin' to take our whole scoop for yerself! Yer pure evil! Yer a demon prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (That is decidedly not what I'm trying to do.) On its own, the crane bears no resemblance to Gourdy at all.
Kay:
Something must have been draped over the crane.
Edgeworth:
(Last night, it looked like it was going to rain... And if that's the case, there's only one thing it could have been!)
Leads back to:
"This is the "skin" of Gourdy that Ms. Nichols saw!"
Edgeworth:
As Ms. Nichols stated in her testimony earlier, it looked like it was going to rain last night. While it never actually rained... ...John still covered the camera crane with a rainproof sheet. Which, to Ms. Nichols... looked like a monster's skin!
Nicole:
Whaaaaaaaat!
Lotta:
Y-Ya gotta be kiddin' meeee!
Edgeworth:
Isn't that right, John?
John:
Man, you saw through it all. .....Not bad, old man.
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, the "Gourdy" that Ms. Nichols saw was nothing more than an illusion.
Lotta:
Not again... Looks like my dream has shriveled up and died once again...
Nicole:
M-Mentor!
Kay:
Seems like things have finally settled down.
Lotta:
I really thought the boy was hidin' somethin' from me... Guess I had it all wrong.
Lang:
...Now that we've figured out the true form of the monster, everyone seems refreshed.
Kay:
Actually, there's two people here who are totally bummed out.
Forensics:
Agent Lang! The report is in, sir! We've got the results of President Huang's autopsy!
Lang:
Good! Show it to me!
Lang:
"Contusions and bone fractures found across the body, resulting from tremendous pressure." So, this was the cause of death. In other words... he was crushed to death.
Edgeworth:
(I thought as much...)
Crime Scene Notes updated in my Organizer.
Lang:
The yellow stain on his chest is currently under investigation... ...but it seems that gunpowder residue was found on his right hand.
Kay:
Sunflower residue!? I didn't know the president was into gardening!
Edgeworth:
No, gunpowder residue. Traces of it are left behind when a gun is fired. Since it has been found on his right hand, it's possible that the president fired a gun.
Kay:
A gun, huh? But we didn't find any guns when we investigated this area.
Edgeworth:
(...Unexplained gunpowder residue? I'll have to look over the autopsy report later.) Now then, Agent Lang. It seems we have our answer. The president did not die from falling off the roof of the Grand Tower. Rather, he died from being crushed under Moozilla's head!
Lang:
I can't deny it... Looks like your logic was right after all.
Kay:
This means the suspicions surrounding Ms. Courtney should be cleared up, right!?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Not only the cause of death, but the time of death proves her innocence as well. Judge Courtney met with the president two nights ago. However, according to the autopsy report, the time of death was around 11 PM last night. Moozilla's head also fell last night... It matches up perfectly.
Kay:
That's a relief!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
...Isn't it a bit too early to be relieved?
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang?)
Lang:
The president died after being crushed by the Moozilla's head. That, I will admit. But the problem is, who was responsible for the falling head...?
Edgeworth:
Moozilla's head fell last night. And last night, the one who was at the film lot was...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
What are you saying!? Surely, you're not implying...
Lang:
That's right. You killed him, didn't you? John Marsh!
John:
........
Lang:
That pup is hiding something. He was at the scene where the body was discovered last night. He also saw the "footprints". And despite that, he still claims to know absolutely nothing about the incident? Isn't that a bit too convenient?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
These footprint-shaped holes have not been proven to be related to the case! Just because he saw the holes, doesn't necessarily mean that he's involved in the incident!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You sure about that? Take a look at the pup's face.
John:
..............
Lang:
He looks pretty shaken up to me.
Edgeworth:
(It looks like he hit the mark... but John doesn't want to talk about it.)
Lang:
If he doesn't feel like talking, then I have an idea of my own. Let's check the tape.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. What is your intention?
Lang:
The police have a device that lets you analyze the video footage up close and personal.
Courtney:
Agent Lang. You would suspect John enough to go that far...
Edgeworth:
(As long as John's lips are sealed... ...this may be the only way for us to get closer to the truth.) Detective Gumshoe! If I'm not mistaken you have that device with you, correct?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Analysis is ready to go, sir!
Lang:
Now we're talking!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Would you please perform the video analysis for us?
Edgeworth:
(She wants me to do it...?)
Courtney:
Who knows what kind of faults that wolf-man will find in it!
Edgeworth:
(This isn't exactly my strong suit, but I suppose I have no choice... Are there any new clues shown on the video?)
Monster costume
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
It's the Moozilla costume. If you zoom in, you can see that the back is unzipped.
Kay:
Yeah. Mr. Powers was supposed to get inside to play the monster in the movie. ...But, I don't really get it. The Mozilla in the movie is supposed to be big enough to demolish an entire building. Once he's inside the costume, how does he activate its megazord form?
Edgeworth:
...I think you have a big misunderstanding. The costume doesn't actually become big.
Kay:
I see. So what's big is not the costume, but the misunderstanding. Hmm... I think I kinda get it now. Thanks!
Edgeworth:
(Does she really understand...?)
Leads back to:
"(Are there any new clues shown on the video?)"
Dirt ground
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Blaised Debeste used the tools in his garage to dig up something.
Kay:
There was a huge hammer in his garage too.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That was probably used to break the concrete. As it turns out, these weren't Moozilla's footprints at all. Are you disappointed?
Kay:
A Great Thief needs to have the strength to accept the truth, no matter how hard it is. I must become stronger. Much, much stronger!
Edgeworth:
(...I guess she couldn't handle the truth.)
Leads back to:
"(Are there any new clues shown on the video?)"
Di-Jun Huang (after zooming)
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"(Th-This is...!)"
Anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
There's nothing of interest here.
Leads back to:
"(Are there any new clues shown on the video?)"
Edgeworth:
(Th-This is...!)
Kay:
What's the matter? I wanna see too! ...Hm? Eeeeeeeeeek!
Lang:
Hey! What's wrong!? Show it to me!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth! I request you submit the evidence to the court!
Edgeworth:
...Please take a look at the top right corner of the zoomed-in video.
Lang:
Th-This... This person is...! ...th-the presideeeeeent!
Courtney:
Impossible!
John:
Huh!? N-No way!
Lang:
It seems we've finally found it at last. The evidence that points to the true killer...!
Edgeworth:
(This video places John at a major disadvantage...!)
John:
Y-You're wrong! That's not right! I didn't know anything about this!
Lang:
That's not gonna cut it. It's clear that you and the victim were together at the same place where his body was later found! John Marsh! There's no doubt. You killed the president!
Courtney:
N-No! This can't be...! Why, why would you...? John... please don't tell me... Did you really kill the president?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Is this really decisive evidence...?
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. Looks like even you can't object to this.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...!)
Lang:
That pup said he didn't know anything, right? And yet, the president's right here in the video!
John:
........
Edgeworth:
John! What are you hiding?
Courtney:
John...! Please tell us the truth!
John:
.......... The truth is... The truth is... It's all my fault...
Courtney:
John Marsh! What did you do!?
John:
M-M-Moozilla's head falling was all my fault!
-- During the Rehearsal --
John:
While I was setting up the equipment on the roof, I used the heater...
After that, I went down to practice, but I forgot to turn it off.
Then my mom called me, so I left the film lot.
When I came back to the lot, after the phone call was over...
Moozilla's head that was on the roof had fallen...
And right next to it was the president, lying dead on the ground...
Courtney:
H-How can that be...?
Edgeworth:
I see. There were indeed traces that something had caught fire on the rooftop.
John:
..It was just a small fire, so I was able to put it out by myself.
Kay:
So... the president's death was John's fault?
Gumshoe:
But, wouldn't that make this an accident, sir?
Edgeworth:
...And then, what did you do with the fallen head?
John:
I took it apart, brought the pieces up to the roof, and put it back together.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
So, you put out the fire, and even put the fallen head back on the roof. Which means you were hiding evidence... We can't be having that, you naughty little pup.
Hold it!
John:
I didn't do it on purpose! I really did just forget to turn off the heater...
Edgeworth:
When the legs broke, the stand would have tilted. If Moozilla's head was on top of the stand...
Kay:
...it would've fallen off! So, the head fell down because of the fire!
Edgeworth:
Yes. And if that's the case, I also have a pretty good idea what caused the fire. There's a flammable can next to the heater. It seems someone is lacking in safety awareness.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
...Was it really just an accident? If that's the truth, then what was the president doing here?
John:
I-I don't know! There was no one else around when I was there!
Lang:
You expect me to believe that!? The president wouldn't have just come to a place like this without a reason, you know!
Edgeworth:
(Indeed, the president's reason for coming here is still a huge mystery... Two nights ago, he met with Judge Courtney on the roof of the Grand Tower... ...and last night, he was here at the film lot. Did he meet with John...? I'll have to listen to John's testimony very carefully...!)
Rebuttal
-- During the Rehearsal --
John:
While I was setting up the equipment on the roof, I used the heater...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
John. You are still young. I know it can get a little cold in early spring, but you shouldn't have to resort to a heater...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
It is precisely because he is young that he must make sure to take good care of himself!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
However, while it can get a bit chilly during this time of year, I wouldn't necessarily say...
Hold it!
John:
Hold it, old man. Is this really the right time to be having this argument?
Edgeworth:
G..... Gah! (He's completely right.)
Courtney:
John. You did well to get the better of Mr. Edgeworth, but please mind your language.
Edgeworth:
(Let's not forget that he got the better of you too, Your Honor...)
John:
I-I know, Mom... So, umm... where was I?
John:
After that, I went down to practice, but I forgot to turn it off.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You forgot to turn off the heater? You didn't check it before leaving the roof?
John:
I meant to turn it off, but I was too focused on practicing, so... And come on, everyone forgets stuff like that sometimes!
Kay:
Yeah, I gotcha! I forget small things like that all the time too! Like sometimes, I'll forget to turn off the AC or the lights in Mr. Edgeworth's office... ...or I'll jump off the ladder for his bookshelves, or leave prank calls on his answering machine. But forgetting to turn off the heater is really dangerous, so you've gotta be careful!
Edgeworth:
(Some of those things had nothing to do with forgetfulness...) John. Please continue.
John:
Looks like you've got it rough too, old man. Well, back to my story...
John:
Then my mom called me, so I left the film lot.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It was late at night at the film lot... and not a single member of the film crew was around. So then, why did you have to leave the premises in order to answer the phone call?
John:
I totally forgot about the phone call thing... so I kinda panicked. If I didn't answer it fast, I would have been busted for leaving the hotel without permission.
Edgeworth:
In that case, why didn't you just answer it here?
John:
B-Because I was rehearsing, all the cameras and mics were on. If I talked here, every last word I said to Mom would've been caught on camera!
Edgeworth:
(So he was embarrassed that the conversation with his mother would be recorded.)
John:
Anyways, I stopped practicing for a bit and rushed out of the film lot.
John:
When I came back to the lot, after the phone call was over...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
In that phone call, you lied and said you were at the hotel, correct?
Kay:
Why didn't you tell your mom that you were rehearsing?
John:
If I told her that, she would've called the hotel and made them send me a taxi or something.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Of course I would have! A child alone on the streets at the time of night... What sort of parent would allow their child to be in such a dangerous situation!?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. I guess kids just don't understand how their parents feel.
Kay:
It goes both ways, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...Indeed. Now then, John. Please tell us about what happened after the phone call.
John:
Huh? O-Oh yeah. Of course. When the call was finished and I came back here...
John:
Moozilla's head that was on the roof had fallen...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was there any indication that the head was about to fall?
John:
...I-I don't know. I was focused on my rehearsal.
Edgeworth:
So you forgot to turn off the heater, which led to a fire on the roof. I would think you should have at least heard something.
John:
Heard something...? Oh, I was wearing headphones, so...
Edgeworth:
Headphones?
John:
Listening to the movie's soundtrack helps me get into the scene... I had it on full blast. That's why I didn't hear anything.
Edgeworth:
And yet, you noticed your mother's incoming call?
John:
I had my phone on vibrate, old man. That's how I noticed. Anyways, the head had fallen...
John:
And right next to it was the president, lying dead on the ground...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What was the state of the body?
John:
...I didn't get a good look. 'Cause it was dark. ........
Edgeworth:
(Hm? He's suddenly become as quiet as a mouse.)
Kay:
I guess John doesn't really want to remember anything about the body...
Edgeworth:
(...Is that the only reason why he's gone so quiet? Should I press him for more details?)
Press him further
Leads to:
"You didn't get a good look? Then how did you know he was dead?"
Leave him be
Edgeworth:
(It must have been a shock to discover the body as he did. I can't blame him for not wanting to talk about it... I'll leave him be for now.)
Edgeworth:
You didn't get a good look? Then how did you know he was dead?
John:
! Th-That's... well...
Edgeworth:
(He's clearly shaken. ...He must be hiding something.) Wouldn't you normally call for help if you see someone collapsed on the ground? However, you did nothing of the sort...
John:
But... But he...! He was already dead...
Edgeworth:
Is that so? You seem quite certain that the president was already dead... Now, is there a reason for that, I wonder?
Hold it!
John:
The guy was collapsed on the ground, and right next to him was the fallen monster's head. I'm not stupid. It wasn't hard to imagine what happened...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You can imagine whatever you want, but there was no way for you to know that he was dead! You actually checked to make sure the president was dead, didn't you?
John:
Urk.....! Y-Yeah... that's right! I was scared... but I got up close to the body and checked to see if he was breathing.
Edgeworth:
(I thought as much... However, why would he hide that? There must be a reason...) ...Please tell me the state of the body at that time.
John:
A-At first, I didn't know he was dead... I would've realized sooner if there had been any blood... ...but there wasn't a single drop, and his clothes were completely spotless. Either way, he wasn't breathing. That's how I knew he was already dead...
Edgeworth:
...Would you please append those statements to your testimony?
Add statements:
"I didn't know right away that he was dead. There was no blood, and his clothes were spotless." and "But he wasn't breathing at all when I checked, so I knew he was already dead."
Press (after fully pressing this statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you knew immediately that it was the president?
John:
Not right away. It was dark, so I had to get a bit closer. But... I knew his face because we worked together briefly, after all.
Kay:
Y-You worked with the president!? Wow, John...! When did you do that!?
Edgeworth:
Have you already forgotten, Kay? The president had a cameo in this movie.
Kay:
Ah! That's right! Of course... N-Now I remember!
Edgeworth:
Good for you. So, John. You confirmed he was dead?
John:
I didn't know right away that he was dead. There was no blood, and his clothes were spotless.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you were unable to tell if he was dead because of the lack of stains on his clothes... Are you certain of that?
John:
Of course I am. You guys saw the body too, right? So what's the big ideal!?
Edgeworth:
You said that the area was dark. And yet, you were still able to make that observation?
John:
I'm telling you, there wasn't a single stain on his entire body! Give it a rest, old man!
Edgeworth:
Heh... Thank you, John. That was all I needed to hear.
Kay:
Are clean clothes that important to you, Mr. Edgeworth? Mine are freshly washed though!
Edgeworth:
Next... could you tell me how you determined that the president was dead?
John:
Well, there wasn't anything to let me know right away that he was dead, you see...
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"His clothes were "spotless"...?"
John:
But he wasn't breathing at all when I checked, so I knew he was already dead.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How did you check if he had stopped breathing?
John:
They taught us how at school. You get right up close to the person's nose... ...and check to see if you can feel their breath. I never thought I'd have to do it for real, though...
Kay:
That was really brave of you, to be able to do something like that. John, you sure are amazing for an elementary school kid.
Edgeworth:
Kay, he's in middle school. Please try to get that into your head sometime soon...
Kay:
It'd be pretty scary to see a corpse just suddenly appear out of the blue like that... Not to mention the fallen monster head lying next to the body.
Edgeworth:
Panic would certainly be an understandable response to such a situation.
Kay:
But still, all things considered... This was just an accident, right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That is, if we decide to take John's words at face value... (I wouldn't mind having some more concrete details on the state of the crime scene...)
Edgeworth:
His clothes were "spotless"...?
John:
Y... Yeah, that's right. You got a problem with it, old man?
Edgeworth:
John. It is painfully obvious that you are desperately trying to hide something from me.
John:
Wh-Wh-What are you going on about!? I-I'm not hiding anything!
Edgeworth:
You are hiding... ...something about this yellow stain on the president's clothes, correct?
John:
!
Edgeworth:
Why did you leave it entirely out of your testimony? The fact you made no mention of it only serves to cast more suspicion upon yourself!
John:
...Ugh! Th-That's because...
Edgeworth:
I hope you have a convincing explanation.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
........
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney?
Courtney:
Allow me to explain.
Edgeworth:
Why are you...?
Courtney:
The yellow stain left on the president's chest... ...is almost certainly Lion Lily pollen.
Lang:
Lion Lily...?
Courtney:
When I met with the president on the roof of the Grand Tower two nights ago... ...I brought him a bouquet of Lion Lilies. Lion Lilies are beautiful flowers with stunning golden petals. Some of the pollen from the lilies must have gotten on the president's suit.
Kay:
Huh? But... ...I didn't see any lilies in the security footage though?
Courtney:
They were simply obscured by the president's body.
Edgeworth:
Why did you bring a bouquet?
Courtney:
Th-That..... I... I cannot say.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hey, hey! You're keeping way too many secrets! You won't tell us why you met with the president OR the reason you brought him flowers!?
Courtney:
.....My apologies. However, I did give him the bouquet. That much is true.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But when the president's body was discovered, we didn't find any flowers.
Courtney:
I... I honestly don't know how that could be...
Lang:
Hah! Hey, Ms. Judge! All your answers have been too vague... You "can't say" this, and you "don't know" that! Do you accept flimsy testimony like that in your trials!?
Hold it!
John:
Hey! Cut it out!
Courtney:
J... John!
John:
I... threw the flowers away.
Edgeworth:
You threw them away? So, there were flowers near the body when you found it?
John:
.....Yeah, that's right. They were right on top of the president's body. They had been crushed as flat as pancakes, though...
Kay:
Ah! I see! So the flowers were squashed by Moozilla's head too...
Edgeworth:
And a large amount of pollen got stuck to the president's suit. ...That seems to be the gist of it. However, why did you go out of your way to dispose of the flowers?
John:
..........No reason.
Edgeworth:
(So John's not going to tell us anything either...)
Kay:
I guess mother and son both have a lot of secrets, huh.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
That is not true. At the very least, I can tell you why John threw away those flowers.
Kay:
Huh!?
Courtney:
John. You saw me leaving the house with those flowers in hand, did you not?
John:
........
Kay:
Ah! I get it! John saw the flowers and thought of his mom!
Edgeworth:
...He threw them away in order to protect Judge Courtney from being suspected.
John:
Th-That's not true. You're all wrong!
Edgeworth:
(...That was his worst lie yet...)
Bouquet data jotted down in my Organizer.
Crime Scene Notes updated in my Organizer.
Courtney:
I often decorate our house with those flowers. The bouquet must have reminded him of me.
Lang:
So the pup just happens to find the flowers from his mother's bouquet on top of the body... That's why he threw them away and kept silent about the body? Hah! That's a tidy little story if I've ever heard one.
Kay:
And what's wrong with that!? I suppose you prefer untidy, messy stories, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Don't tell me you've forgotten already, Missy? This pup confessed that he caused the monster's head to fall last night.
Kay:
Oooh... That's true, but...
Lang:
He's currently the only suspect in the president's murder!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. It is true that there are many reasons to suspect John...) ...However! There is someone other than John who is far more suspicious!
Lang:
What'd you say?
Edgeworth:
John himself was kidnapped by that very person not too long ago.
Gumshoe:
And we rescued him from the refrigerated warehouse near the harbor, pal!
Lang:
A refrigerated warehouse?
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal! The refrigeration wasn't turned on, so he wasn't about to freeze to death... ...but if he hadn't yelled out for help, we would've never found him.
Kay:
Once the sleeping drugs wore off, he was finally able to call out for help.
Edgeworth:
Sleeping drugs... huh. If I recall correctly, when you were kidnapped...
Kay:
That's right! There was a bottle lying on the floor of the refrigerated warehouse... I think it was the same thing that was used one me not long ago. That Sleepy zZz stuff! It's super powerful!
Sleeping Drugs data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
How about it, Agent Lang? John is clearly a victim. There is a mastermind at work behind the scenes of this case.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
I don't know anything about this so-called "mastermind". You say they were here last night?
Edgeworth:
I... still don't know for sure yet...
Lang:
Hah! It's not like you to be so vague, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
(...Indeed, I still don't have any evidence that ties the mastermind to this murder... Is there someone else? Is there anyone besides John who had the opportunity to murder the president...? That's it...!)
Lang:
...As I thought. In the end, that pup is our only suspect.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Isn't there one more suspect, Agent Lang...?
Lang:
What's this!?
Edgeworth:
Didn't we prove it earlier? Last night, there was one more person here!
Lang:
.....Blaise Debeste. You're saying he's the one who did it?
Edgeworth:
Last night, John was not alone. Blaise Debeste was here too. Shouldn't we consider him to be a new suspect?
Lang:
Blaise Debeste... killed the president!?
Edgeworth:
It's entirely possible.
Lang:
........ .....Blaise Debeste... It can't be...! The same guy from 12 years ago?
Edgeworth:
(Hm? 12 years ago? That keeps popping up...)
Lang:
......Well. A lot has changed. It all happened over 12 years ago. Back then, he and my old man were close friends, and our clan protected the president's life.
Roland:
Lang...? Don't tell me you're... the one from 12 years ago...?
Lang:
You got it. Ain't this nice? Now you're finally going to prison, where you belong. Twelve years is a long time coming for a suspended sentence. Don't you agree?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! What happened 12 years ago?
Lang:
.....Nothing that concerns you.
Edgeworth:
On the contrary. It might just have some sort of connection with this case.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
.....Hmph. And I suppose you have some proof, Mr. Prosecutor? Show me evidence that there's a connection between this case and the one 12 years ago!
Edgeworth:
Evidence... you say?
Lang:
If you don't have any evidence, then there's no point in talking about it.
Edgeworth:
(Is there any evidence that connects this case with what happened 12 years ago?)
Present Letter from Unknown
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This letter was sent to Jill Crane, who was murdered two days ago. Although the sender is currently unknown... Here, it is written as follows: "Please get revenge for 12 years ago".
Lang:
What!? 12 years ago!?
Edgeworth:
That's not all. Take a look at this as well. This is a report written by Patricia Roland to Blaise Debeste regarding Knightley. ...Please read this part here.
Lang:
"That thing he laid to rest near the flowerbed 12 years ago"...?
Leads to:
"Agent Lang... Something big is happening here."
Present Report on Knightley
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is a report written by Patricia Roland to Blaise Debeste regarding Knightley. ...Please read this part here.
Lang:
"That thing he laid to rest near the flowerbed 12 years ago"...?
Edgeworth:
That's not all. Take a look at this as well. This letter was sent to Jill Crane, who was murdered two days ago. Although the sender is currently unknown... Here, it is written as follows: "Please get revenge for 12 years ago".
Lang:
What!? 12 years ago!?
Leads to:
"Agent Lang... Something big is happening here."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Could you take a look at this?
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor, get that thing out of my face! Lang Zi says: "The sun sets fast in Zheng Fa..." We don't have time to waste looking at your useless junk!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So this doesn't show the connection...)
Kay:
Let's look over the evidence one more time, Mr. Edgeworth! Wasn't there something written about 12 years ago somewhere in there?
Lang:
How about it, Mr. Prosecutor? Got any evidence?
Leads back to:
"(Is there any evidence that connects this case with what happened 12 years ago?)"
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang... Something big is happening here. Jill Crane's murder two days ago. And now, the president's murder today. There has to be some connection there. And the key to solving it lies in what happened 12 years ago, does it not?
Lang:
......You're asking me to reopen the old wounds of the Lang clan?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. I beg of you.
Lang:
........
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
(Who was that just now?)
???:
Shifu!
Lang:
Y-You guys! What are you all doing here!?
MIB:
We followed you here, Shifu! We heard that Shifu was investigating the incident from 12 years ago...
Lang:
You idiots...! I'm not your boss anymore. Get back to your own posts!
MIB:
Sir......... We can't do that!
Lang:
What'd you say? Are you disobeying my order?
MIB:
Shifu! We also beg of you! Reinvestigate... the SS-5 Incident from 12 years ago! None of us could ever forget that case! We know you feel the same way, Shifu...
Lang:
........
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Even your former subordinates desire to reinvestigate the case.
Lang:
And you think you can solve the mysteries of that case?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I can... with your help.
Lang:
Tch! ...I got it. I accept your invitation.
MIB:
Shifu! Shifu! Shifu!
Kay:
Now then! With that decided, I guess it's my turn to shine!
Edgeworth:
Kay?
Kay:
We're investigating a case from the past, right? And guess what the best tool for that is?
Edgeworth:
The Little Mr. Thief...
Kay:
Right! If we have the case files from the past case, I can re-create it!
Lang:
Unfortunately... I don't have the case files.
Kay:
Huh!? What do you mean?
Lang:
Access to those case files is restricted. It's being treated as highly classified information.
Edgeworth:
Why is that?
Lang:
I don't know, but it seems like there were a lot of things that they wanted to keep hidden. Even what I know... ...is limited to what was published in the newspapers back then.
Edgeworth:
That will not be a problem. In any case, please tell us what you know.
Lang:
Sure... The SS-5 Incident... The incident occurred on a winter day 12 years ago... It was the 10th of February. The police department in this country received a call from a group of kidnappers. "We've kidnapped President Huang" ...they said.
Edgeworth:
Kidnapped?
Lang:
The SS-5 Incident was the case of President Huang's kidnapping. They demanded a ransom of 100 million dollars.
Kay:
100 million!? ...Wait, just how much is that?
Edgeworth:
(It's such a large amount, she's having trouble visualizing it.)
Lang:
That night, my old man was the last person to meet with the president. They were together at the Zheng Fa embassy until midnight on February 10th. After that, no one knows what the president was doing up until he was kidnapped. With the president's life at stake, the Zheng Fa government frantically gathered the money. After that, the ransom was delivered and the president was returned safe and sound.
Kay:
So... President Huang has been the president since 12 years ago. That's really amazing.
Lang:
Well... being in office for so long is just a small part of how amazing the man is.
Edgeworth:
(Lang seemed a bit happy when he said that.) And, what happened to the kidnappers?
Lang:
Well, a top secret covert investigation was carried out, then a secret trial was held.
Edgeworth:
A trial? Does that mean the suspect was caught?
Lang:
The suspect was... Patricia Roland.
Edgeworth:
! Then, the reason you came to the prison a few days ago...
Lang:
Yeah. I was put on extended leave from Interpol... ...so I decided to go back and reinvestigate what happened 12 years ago. First, I had to get a look at the face of my target.
Courtney:
...So the trial 12 years ago ended with a Not Guilty verdict.
Lang:
Yeah... Back then, my old man was in charge of every aspect of the president's security. He took responsibility for the kidnapping and was relieved of his post as bodyguard... ...but he continued to investigate as a regular police officer, until... he finally found the culprit. And it was none other than Patricia Roland. There was no way she could be innocent! However, the result was a Not Guilty verdict. In the end, the case went unsolved... Crushed in both body and soul... my old man resigned from the police.
Edgeworth:
What was the basis for arresting Patricia Roland?
Lang:
There was a lot of evidence. At least, that's what I think. But, I can't see those documents for myself... ...so that's where my story ends.
Kay:
What should we do? With only this much information... ...even the Little Thief would have a hard time producing a re-creation.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... Is there really nothing we can do...?)
Hold it!
???:
Looks like you could use some help.
Lang:
Who's that?
Edgeworth:
Franziska!
Kay:
And Mr. Shields too!
Ray:
We finished up with the trial and finally managed to catch up with you guys.
Franziska:
Here, take this.
Edgeworth:
This is...?
Gumshoe:
Ah! It's the case files for the SS-5 Incident, sir!
SS-5 Incident Files jotted down in my Organizer.
Franziska:
When Roland mentioned "12 years ago" during the trial, it caught my interest. I looked into it immediately, and got it touch with Interpol.
Edgeworth:
I expected no less from you, Franziska.
Franziska:
...Don't get the wrong idea, Miles Edgeworth. I didn't prepare these documents for you, the former prosecutor. I did it for the sake of the investigator taking up the case his father left behind.
Lang:
Sis...! But, I thought information on the SS-5 Incident was restricted to the public.
Franziska:
That restriction was placed by the prosecutor in charge of the case: Blaise Debeste.
Edgeworth:
Blaise Debeste was the prosecutor in charge!?
Lang:
Him...!
Franziska:
However... ...as a result of the trial just now, Blaise's authority has been revoked. It's all thanks to his son...
Edgeworth:
Sebastian...? (By bringing down his father, the door to this past case has been opened.)
Franziska:
Prosecutor Debeste is currently wrapping things up in Patricia Roland's trial. He told me to relay this message to you. "Leave Pops and his cohorts to me. You guys just take care of the case on your end."
Edgeworth:
Heh. He's become quite reliable, right before our very eyes...
Courtney:
Truly...
Kay:
Alrighty then! This is perfect! Now that we have the files, just leave the re-creation to me!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Well then, let us begin. According to these documents... ...it appears that the incident took place right in front of the Tower Plaza.
Kay:
Then let's head to the plaza right away!
April 6, 3:25 PMOutside Grand TowerTower Plaza
Edgeworth:
Kay. Would you please activate the Little Mr. Thief?
Kay:
Right! With these case files, re-creating everything should be a snap! Where should I start?
Edgeworth:
Where indeed. According to these documents... ...it seems there was a witness to the kidnapping of the president. A freelance journalist by the name of Jack Cameron. However... ...he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and was murdered by the culprit...
Lang:
So that would mean the place he saw the president at was here.
Kay:
Here? ...At the Grand Tower?
Edgeworth:
No. The Grand Tower was only built around a year ago, Kay. Before that, this place contained mostly old abandoned buildings. However, 12 years ago, this place was...
Lang:
Hah! Now you're finally talking about some stuff that I know.
Edgeworth:
!
Lang:
Yeah... 12 years ago, at the very spot was... ...the Happy Family Home.
Gumshoe:
What's that, pal?
Lang:
It was a place where children who had lost their parents could live... ...or to put ot simply, it was an orphanage.
Edgeworth:
So the president was kidnapped at that orphanage...
Lang:
...and, the head of that facility at the time was Patricia Roland. ...Apparently, Roland always referred to it as her Home.
Edgeworth:
!
Courtney:
It seems that suspicion would naturally fall upon her...
Edgeworth:
(Patricia Roland, Blaise Debeste, and President Huang... The darkness that remains from the SS-5 Incident still casts a shadow on the present case.) Kay, I'd like you to input the investigation data from Jack Cameron's murder case. We can probably assume that he was killed by one of the kidnappers.
Kay:
So if we solve the murder case, we'll know who the kidnappers were, right!?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. I'm counting on you.
John:
Wh-What the heck is this!? Everything's green!
Edgeworth:
(I've come to expect such reactions...) This is a re-creation of the grounds of the facility that stood here 12 years ago... ...based on the documents from the police investigation.
Kay:
I re-created the scene to show what it looked like when police arrived at 7 AM the next day!
Edgeworth:
...It appears a fair amount of snow had piled up here.
Lang:
Yeah. I heard that the footprints in the snow were prime pieces of evidence. The snow fell during the day, on the day of the incident.
Edgeworth:
(So the snow only fell before the crime took place... ...which means the footprints wouldn't have been erased by any further snow. I must make sure to pay close attention to these footprints.)
Begin Investigation
OrphanageFront Yard
Logic
"Three footprints" and "Flowerbeds"
Edgeworth:
Perhaps this is the true nature of the monster's footprints...
Kay:
True nature?
Edgeworth:
Compare the positions of the three footprints and the three flowerbeds on the left.
Kay:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
The exposed areas of dirt match the areas where the flowerbeds were!
Kay:
So Blaise dug holes in front of where each of the three flowerbeds used to be...
Edgeworth:
Exactly. Now, why would he do such a thing? I believe we have a piece of evidence that tells us why. Why did Blaise dig holes in the ground near the flowerbeds?
Present Report on Knightley
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The report from Patricia Roland to Blaise Debeste."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the reason why Blaise dug holes in the ground near the flowerbeds!
Kay:
Aha! ...So, what does this tell us?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Isn't it obvious?
Kay:
No, it's not!
Edgeworth:
Obviously, this tells us absolutely nothing at all!
Kay:
Please be more serious, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...Mmph! (Well, that wasn't it.)
Kay:
Let's take another look at the evidence! There must be something in there!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There must be some piece of evidence that explains Blaise's actions.
Leads back to:
"Why did Blaise dig holes in the ground near the flowerbeds?"
Edgeworth:
The report from Patricia Roland to Blaise Debeste. It said that something was "laid to rest in front of the flowerbed".
Kay:
So Blaise was following Ms. Roland's instructions to dig it up? But, why would he dig up three holes?
Edgeworth:
The report didn't state which of three flowerbeds the item was in front of.
Kay:
Oh. So Blaise didn't know exactly where to dig... That's why he had to dig up all three spots!
Edgeworth:
Most likely, yes. I'm sure Blaise himself was none too happy about that.
Kay:
He went through all that trouble. I wonder what he was trying to dig up (What did Blaise dig up? - Instructed by Patricia, something was dug up near the flowerbeds...?)?
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
So there was an orphanage here 12 years ago! And what's more, the head of the orphanage was Ms. Roland. Talk about a surprise!
Edgeworth:
So that means this was where the SS-5 Incident occurred 12 years ago.
Kay:
The one where the president of Zheng Fa was kidnapped, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. And the only witness, Jack Cameron, was then subsequently murdered. However, when you consider that this case was classified as top secret...
Kay:
...it starts to smell fishy, like there's something hidden behind this case! Even so, the people involved in this incident... Aren't they all people that we already know?
Edgeworth:
(Patricia Roland, Blaise Debeste, and the president of Zheng Fa...) The cases that we've been involved in recently, and the SS-5 Incident... It's hard to think they're not related.
Kay:
Let's steal the truth hidden behind this case! I'll keep updating the info if we find out anything new, so... ...let's focus on the areas that have changed in the re-creation.
Little Thief
Edgeworth:
To think that your Little Mr. Thief would help us out once again.
Kay:
It's just "Little Thief"! And now matter how useful Little Thief is... ...if there's an error with the info, the re-creation could come out a bit strange. If you find anything strange, please present some evidence!
Edgeworth:
So I can examine things like I normally do, even if it's just a re-creation?
Kay:
Yup! Please go all out and investigate every suspicious-looking nook and cranny! I don't have enough data to do it now, but... ...once you gather enough info, I can re-create the scene at a different moment in time.
Edgeworth:
Alright. I'll ask for your help when the time comes.
Kay:
Is that so? But in science, a bit of danger always comes with the territory...
Edgeworth:
(That's not exactly what you would call "a bit of danger"!)
Present
SS-5 Incident Files, Cameron's Autopsy Report, Cameron's Testimony or Cameron's Photo
Kay:
This is a case that's gone on for over 12 years? That's a really long time... Back then, I was just a small kid. Mr. Lang and his clan have been agonizing and suffering all this time... We definitely have to solve this case. I'll do my best as well!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I'll ask you to check the case files when necessary.
Kay:
Right! I'll read every word loudly and with great feeling!
Edgeworth:
(No, there's no need to put such emotion into it...)
Fire
Kay:
Hmm, it looks like only this section of the front yard was burned by the spilled kerosene. It seems there was no damage to the building itself.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. That's why it didn't turn into a bigger incident.
Kay:
But, the kid should of known better. There are some pranks that you can and can't do!
Edgeworth:
(While that's certainly true... ...I doubt the kid would want to hear that from someone calling herself the Great Thief.)
Swing
Edgeworth:
It's a swing decorated with the face of an elephant. It looks like there's some kind of motor attached to the other side of the elephant.
Kay:
There's one thought that has crossed the minds of every top-class swinger. If only I could do a full 360˚... With that powerful motor rotating the swing, that dream can finally be achieved!
Edgeworth:
Rotating, with a motor... But, wouldn't that be dangerous?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. You can't fulfill your dreams unless you're willing to take some risks.
Edgeworth:
(Is that the real problem here...?)
John Marsh
John:
...What d'ya want?
The kidnapping
Edgeworth:
John. I'd like you to tell me the exact details of your kidnapping.
Kay:
You were kidnapped at the garbage pickup area, right? Why'd you go there?
John:
You don't have to act as a go-between. I can just talk to the old man directly.
Kay:
...So he says. Looks like he's finally starting to warm up to you!
John:
I went to the garbage pickup to throw away the flowers I found on the body. It was nearby, and I thought it'd be harder to find there than if I just tossed them in a trash can. I went there last night too, but the gate was locked.
Edgeworth:
And that's why you went there again today to dispose of them.
John:
Yeah. But when I got there, someone suddenly grabbed me from behind...
Kay:
...and used Sleepy zZz on you, right? "Catching Z's is now super easy with Sleepy zZz!"
Edgeworth:
(Even though she was also a victim to it, she seems to have taken a liking to the slogan...)
John:
Whoever grabbed me was really strong. But that's all I know... I have no idea who it was.
Edgeworth:
I see. So that's what happened.
The place of captivity
Edgeworth:
After the drugs wore off... did you notice anything about your surroundings?
Kay:
"Those drugs were brought to you by Sleepy zZz. Catching Z's is now super easy with Sleepy zZz!"
John:
It was kinda cold when I woke up. I was in a dark, empty room. Boxes with foreign writing on them were lying around. So I figured I was in a warehouse.
Kay:
The whole place was like a giant refrigerator. It was a commercial warehouse.
Edgeworth:
(That's right, John was rescued thanks to the collective efforts of Kay and Detective Gumshoe.)
John:
Since it was still a bit cold, the cooling unit's power must not have been cut for too long. For some reason, they didn't think to take my phone, so... ...I used it to call for help.
Edgeworth:
I see. In any case, it's good that you're safe and sound, John.
John:
Hmph. I don't need your fake sympathy, old man.
Edgeworth:
(...What an incorrigible child.)
Kay:
He's just like a certain someone I know!
Present
Bouquet
John:
...That's right, I was trying to protect my mom. But, what's so wrong about that!?
Edgeworth:
Your desire to protect your mother is rather admirable. However, the same can't be said for your perjury.
John:
Hmph. Call it what you want! There's no way I could stand by and do nothing while my Mom was being suspected!
Courtney:
J-John...! You...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth was only praising your bravery. He's also saying it would've been better if you were a bit more honest about it... That about sums it up! Right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Umm... W-Well, more or less.
Kay:
And aren't you glad that he praised you, John?
John:
Hmph... W-Well, I guess. More or less...
Justine Courtney
Courtney:
Please, ask me anything you wish.
John Marsh
Courtney:
You have my heartfelt thanks for bringing John back. Oh... even the thought of him not coming back makes me...
John:
Hey, old man! Don't bully my mom!
Edgeworth:
N-No, that wasn't my intention...
Kay:
Whoo, look at him go! Mommy's little knight in shining armor! He's so cool!
John:
I-It's not like that! Quit blabbering stupid stuff about me...
Courtney:
John, please wait. May I proceed, Mr. Edgeworth? My actions were unbecoming of one who calls herself a servant of the Goddess of Law. I won't ask for forgiveness. However... I...
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. I am not as well acquainted with the Goddess of Law as you are. However... isn't that goddess also a mother of other gods?
Courtney:
...Ah!
Edgeworth:
The law makes exceptions for extenuating circumstances. It understands a mother's heart. I'd say perhaps your Goddess sympathizes with you more than you think.
Courtney:
M... Mr. Edgeworth...!
John:
I don't get it... What the heck are you two blabbering about?
Kay:
It's OK, John. I don't have a clue either!
Patricia's trial
Edgeworth:
It seems the durst has settled on day one of Patricia Roland's trial.
Courtney:
Yes. While a decision has yet to be reached, I would say a Guilty verdict is quite likely. I'm sure a thorough investigation into her connection with Blaise will be conducted as well. ...After seeing Sebastian today, I know we can put our faith in him.
Edgeworth:
Just like Kay, Sebastian is also in the midst of training for the future ahead.
Kay:
Hmmm, I see. When you say it like that, I guess we have more in common than I thought. I said a few mean things to him, so the next time we meet, I'd like to apologize to him.
Courtney:
I'm sure you will get your opportunity. But, for now...
Edgeworth:
Yes. At present, solving this case is our top priority.
Present
Yatagarasu's Badge
Courtney:
The young lady there seems to have made a full recovery.
Kay:
Yup. When you returned my father's notebook... ...I was able to return to my old self! Thank you so very much!
Courtney:
Think nothing of it. I did not do anything. The return of your notebook and the return of your memories... They were all simply the works of the Goddess of Law.
Edgeworth:
(I don't think either of those things had any relevance to the law...)
Letter from Unknown, Grand Tower, Mechanic's Gloves,Report on Knightley or Knightley's Mementos
Courtney:
The incident at the Grand Tower... It is utterly inexcusable. How dare someone commit such an impure act in the presence of the Goddess of Law.
Kay:
It really is unforgivable! I'd like to give 'em a good whack with your gavel!
Courtney:
Ms. Faraday. Even if the person is a criminal... ...that does not give us the right to mete out punishment outside of the law.
Kay:
Not even just a light tap?
Courtney:
Certainly not.
Edgeworth:
Kay. That is what Prosecutors and Judges are for. Don't worry, we will be sure to bring them to justice.
Kay:
Hmm, alright then. Let's follow this investigation down to the end! That's one of my rules!
Edgeworth:
(...I thought you had promises, not rules?)
Monster Movie Flyer, Commemorative Photo or John's Practice Video
Courtney:
Seeing John's performance on the silver screen... I always look forward to it.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. About that...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
In fact, until I personally go and see John's movies in the theaters... ...I try to avoid learning any information about them. Please, let us not talk about it.
Edgeworth:
No, Judge Courtney. That wasn't what I...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Although I've already come to learn a little about the plot in the course of this case... ...if you intend to divulge any more details, be prepared to face the wrath of the Goddess of Law!
Edgeworth:
(It seems the Goddess of Law does not take spoilers lightly...)
Crime Scene Notes, Moozilla's Head, Moozilla Doll, Security Camera Photo or Bouquet
Courtney:
I suppose you would like me to tell you... ...what exactly took place two nights ago, and my reason for meeting with the president.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I'm sure you yourself understand the importance of this matter.
Courtney:
Yes..... However, I cannot tell you yet. Not now, at least.
Edgeworth:
(She's determined to keep her heart closed. And without the ability to break the locks in her heart... ...I have no choice but to give up for now.)
Courtney:
...Mr. Edgeworth. May I just say one thing? This case was thrown into chaos because John tried to cover for me. I would like to take this time to offer my deepest apologies.
Edgeworth:
Do not worry yourself. My logic won't be swayed by a child's lies. Besides... (...I'm not so tactless as to condemn a child for trying to protect his mother.)
Courtney:
Besides... you were saying?
Edgeworth:
No, pay it no mind. (Mother and child... huh.)
IS-7 Incident Documents
Courtney:
18 years ago, Blaise Debeste was the Chief Prosecutor. His tacit approval allowed forged evidence to become the truth.
Edgeworth:
And as a result... many people have suffered over these past 18 years.
Courtney:
That one who was tasked with upholding the law would violate it to serve his own needs... I jointed the P.I.C. in order to correct this vulgar distortion of the law. However... just recently, even I have wavered from that path...
Edgeworth:
Your son was taken hostage. ...It would be more concerning if your heart had not wavered.
Courtney:
.......I am glad that you and Sebastian were able to discover the truth. Truly, you have my thanks.
SS-5 Incident Files, Cameron's Autopsy Report, Cameron's Testimony or Cameron's Photo
Courtney:
Blaise Debeste and Patricia Roland are both connected to this case. That much we know for sure.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. However, it seems there's more to it than that.
Courtney:
Jill Crane and President Huang. The key to understanding the link between their deaths... ...lies here as well.
Edgeworth:
(The connection between them is tenuous at best... For that reason, we must tread carefully to follow it to its conclusion.)
Kay:
In that case, we should take our time and carefully examine every nook and cranny! I even just replaced the Little Thief's batteries with new ones!
Edgeworth:
(...It runs on batteries?)
Anything else
Courtney:
What is this? Do you wish for me to crush it with my gavel?
Edgeworth:
A-Absolutely not!
Courtney:
It was merely a joke. The Goddess of Law does not permit this gavel to be used trivially.
Edgeworth:
(...You looked quite serious about it though.)
Lotta Hart and Nicole Swift
Lotta:
What a scoop! Would ya look at that! Those folks have done turned green!
Nicole:
Maybe they're sick or somethin'? But their clothes are green too...
Lotta:
Well, I'll be! Their clothes are all green too! I reckon this ain't no ordinary disease! Ya picked up on somethin' good. Looks like yer takin' it to the next level!
Nicole:
Y-Yes, Chief!
Kay:
...It looks like there's no way we'll be getting a word in.
Edgeworth:
(Not that I have any desire to intervene.)
Burnt pillar
Edgeworth:
This pillar appears to be burnt...
Kay:
According to the files, it seems there was a fire on the evening of the incident.
Edgeworth:
A fire?
Kay:
Umm. Let's see here... huh!? It says that one of the children at the orphanage spilled kerosene and set it on fire as a prank.
Edgeworth:
I guess that kid had far too much energy... And thanks to that, we can't make out any of the footprints near the main hall...
Fire data jotted down in my Organizer.
Flowerbed with yellow flower
Edgeworth:
A flowerbed...?
Kay:
According to the data, this facility had three gardens... ...and each of these gardens contained three flowerbeds (Flowerbeds - Facility had three gardens. Each one had three square-shaped flowerbeds.).
Edgeworth:
(Hm? The way these flowerbeds are lined up... Have I seen this arrangement somewhere before...?)
Kay:
Since it was during the winter, there were no flowers in bloom. What a shame!
Edgeworth:
Hm? What's this yellow flower?
Kay:
Huh? Why is there a single flower here?
Franziska:
That is a Lion Lily. It's a very rare type of lily.
Edgeworth:
Did you say Lion Lily?
Kay:
That's the flower Ms. Courtney gave to the president!
Edgeworth:
(What's it doing here? Could it be... just a coincidence?)
Franziska:
If I recall, the Lion Lily originates from Asia. In the language of flowers, it means "the bond between parent and child"...
Edgeworth:
I never knew you were so familiar with flowers.
Franziska:
That much is common sense. You're simply lacking in your studies, Miles Edgeworth.
Footprints on left side
Edgeworth:
These footprints stop near the body.
Kay:
They must be Mr. Cameron's footprints. He sure has some big feet! They look like a size 11! According to the data, his shoes matched these footprints!
Door
Kay:
Th... This door! I remember seeing it from somewhere!
Edgeworth:
Of course you would. It looks exactly like the Grand Tower door we saw earlier.
Kay:
But, this is a re-creation from 12 years ago! That means this door has been here since then.
Edgeworth:
It seems when the Grand Tower was built, they decided to reuse the door, rather than destroy it.
Kay:
It's like the old saying goes, "Discover something new by hearing up something old."
Edgeworth:
(Oh. It seems she's understood the correct meaning of a saying for once.)
Kay:
Hmm... But if you're using a microwave to do it, don't heat it for over 5 minutes.
Body
Edgeworth:
So this is the eyewitness of the president's kidnapping, Jack Cameron... (What exactly did he witness?)
Kay:
I've re-created the state of his body based on the photos taken by the police.
Edgeworth:
It appears he was struck in the head from behind.
Kay:
The murder weapon was a brick, right? It looks like the ones from this garden.
Edgeworth:
(The blood that flowed from his head has splattered all over the surroundings.)
Kay:
Here! Take this! It's Mr. Cameron's autopsy report!
Cameron's Autopsy Report jotted down in my Organizer.
Before examining cell phone, body, camera and brick
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining cell phone, body, camera and brick
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Yellow flower
Kay:
A yellow flower has fallen here. ...In the language of flowers, it means "a stolen treasure".
Edgeworth:
Kay. Please stop making things up. Still, this flower seems to be of a different variety from the ones growing nearby.
Kay:
Hmm. Well then, why is it in a place like this?
Edgeworth:
(This bothers me a little... We should examine the flowerbed itself after this.)
Kay:
I knew it, someone must've stolen this from somewhere and brought it here!
Edgeworth:
...Kay.
Kay:
And in the language of flowers, this means "an angry prosecutor".
Yellow flower (after examining flowerbed with yellow flower)
Kay:
A yellow flower has fallen here. ...It's called a "lion lily".
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Franziska told us earlier. Apparently, it comes from Asia.
Kay:
Yup. In the language of flowers, I think it means... the "bond between partners in crime".
Edgeworth:
(...It's the "bond between parent and child".)
Shoes
Edgeworth:
The key to this case lies in the footprints. Do the case files say anything about his shoes?
Kay:
Umm, shoe size:11. No athlete's foot or corns on his feet to speak of. His socks were beige, just like his trousers. Feels kind of like an old man's. Perhaps he should try wearing a bolder, brighter color to better accent his feet? ...Huh. Those fashion tips were surprisingly helpful.
Edgeworth:
(It's supposed to be an investigation report, though...)
Cell phone
Edgeworth:
I assume this is the victim's cell phone.
Kay:
That's right! Umm, apparently Mr. Cameron gave his eyewitness testimony over the cell phone.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by "over the cell phone"?
Lang:
After Cameron found the president, it seems that he called his girlfriend. But she didn't answer the phone, so Cameron left a message on her answering machine.
Kay:
The tape is in the case files too. You wanna hear it?
Edgeworth:
Please.
Cameron:
Hello, Jill? Are you asleep already? I'm in front of the facility now, but... something's not right. President Huang is here of all places. And what's more... Crap. The light just went off. I can barely see a thing now. I can't believe it, but it almost looks like he's being kidnapped. I thought I'd let you know...
Edgeworth:
What was that sound at the end...?
Lang:
It seems he was attacked while he was still on the phone.
Courtney:
Agent Lang, may I ask... ...what was the name of Mr. Cameron's beloved?
Lang:
I'm pretty sure I heard her name was Jill Crane.
Courtney:
So, it was true...
Kay:
D-Did you say Jill!?
Edgeworth:
This was why she was seeking revenge for 12 long years...
Courtney:
The feelings and the items Ms. Crane inherited from her beloved... ...brought her to the auction. She had come to exact revenge on the Conductor... Blaise.
Kay:
But, Ms. Crane tried to get revenge on Blaise, right?
Edgeworth:
She may have wanted to get revenge on him for covering up the kidnapping case. Or perhaps she thought Blaise himself was the kidnapper.
Cameron's Testimony jotted down in my Organizer.
Body
Edgeworth:
Jack Cameron was a freelance journalist. He was killed because he witnessed the president's kidnapping.
Kay:
The blood really stands out in the re-creation. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies...
Edgeworth:
Even in the original photo, it looks brutal enough. ...A lot of blood was spilled. The back of his head is covered in blood. That must be where all the blood spilled from.
Kay:
According to the autopsy report, he was struck in the back of the head with a brick...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It's likely that the killer approached Mr. Cameron from behind. Hm? Is the victim holding something in his right hand?
Kay:
That's also written in the case files! Umm... It seems he was holding onto a button.
Edgeworth:
(A button? Did he tear it off the culprit's clothes?)
Bloodstain Button data jotted down in my Organizer.
Camera
Edgeworth:
Hmm. The victim was carrying a camera.
Kay:
Oh! According to the case files, it seems he only managed to take a single photo. Umm... Here it is!
Edgeworth:
Th-This is...!
Kay:
I-Isn't that the president!?
Edgeworth:
He's being held at gunpoint. (This must be the scene the victim witnessed...!)
Kay:
So, the person in the coat must be the kidnapper!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It seems like some sort of disguise. (If the logic of Agent Lang's father is correct... ...then this person should be Patricia Roland...)
Kay:
But, why's there only one photo?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps he was killed before he could take any more...?
Cameron's Photo data jotted down in my Organizer.
Brick
Edgeworth:
This is the brick that was used as the murder weapon (Murder weapon: Brick - Found near Cameron's body. Did it come from the facility grounds?).
Kay:
You can find bricks like this all over the garden... They must have used one of them as a weapon.
Footprints on right side
Edgeworth:
The footprints here seem to lead to and from the body.
Kay:
These footprints were believed to be the culprit's. The shoe size is about a size 7. That's fairly average. It seems we won't be able to tell who the culprit is from these footprints.
Melted snowman
Edgeworth:
This... has mostly melted, but it appears to be a snowman?
Kay:
It has a scarf and a hat. It must have melted since it was dressed so warmly. The poor thing has even lost one of the buttons that was used for its eyes.
Edgeworth:
The temperature reaches its lowest point at dawn. Perhaps it would have refrozen later.
Kay:
He he he. Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth! Once a snowman melts, even if it freezes up again... ...it becomes an iceman, instead of a snowman!
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...! Wh-Whaaaat!? Is that what she was expecting me to say?)
Shi-Long Lang
Lang:
........ Three flowerbeds... and snow...
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang? What's the matter?
Lang:
...Something's strange. I wasn't able to read the SS-5 Incident case files until now.
Edgeworth:
Since Blaise had all access to that information restricted.
Lang:
Yeah, that's right. And yet, I feel like I've seen this exact scene somewhere before...
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Lang:
Where did I see this? If I could just remember...
Edgeworth:
(He looks deep in thought... I should leave him alone for a while.)
Father and the president
Lang:
After the SS-5 Incident... the president completely changed. Well... He must have felt like his trust had been betrayed. I guess it's only natural. He cut off all ties with the Lang clan, putting an end to our deep bond of trust. My old man wanted to at least apologize in some way... ...so he tried to go see the president more times than I can count. Of course, the president refused to meet with him. He wouldn't even give him the time of day. I don't know if it was from the bodyguards, but there were times he'd come back all beaten up. ...Hmph. But me standing around talking about the past doesn't do jack, does it?
Edgeworth:
I shall be the judge of that. For now, just keep telling us what you know.
Lang:
You're still as tactless as ever. Well, I figured you'd say as much.
The SS-5 Incident
Lang:
The fall of my old man was also the fall of the Lang clan. "The family that failed to protect the president." ...That's what we became. My old man started to investigate the case like he was possessed.
Edgeworth:
...Could someone so driven by obsession truly conduct a proper investigation?
Lang:
Sheesh... You really don't pull your punches, Mr. Prosecutor. Don't think I blindly trusted in his investigation just because he's my old man. His investigation was meticulous down to the last detail. Apparently, he even conducted a thorough interview with each and every kid at the orphanage.
Edgeworth:
(He interviewed every child... I wonder how fruitful his results were.)
Present
SS-5 Incident Files, Cameron's Autopsy Report, Cameron's Testimony or Cameron's Photo
Lang:
The SS-5 Incident that occurred 12 years ago... I guess I should tell you everything. My old man failed to protect the country's number one VIP. Because of that... ...he put everything on the line in his hunt for the culprit after the incident. During that time, my old man... He was like a lifeless ghost. If he had just caught his prey, he might have been able to forgive himself. But... that shrew, Roland, she managed to get away scot-free! My old man couldn't repay his debt to the president, nor could he unravel the case... And so began the nightmare that our wolf pack still haven't woken up from to this day. Satisfied?
Edgeworth:
(When his clan's honor was damaged, young Lang's heart was wounded just as badly. Agent Lang. I can sympathize with your father's regrets. However...) ...all we can do is perform a thorough investigation of this case. I hope your words will serve as some kind of clue.
Lang:
Tch! That's all you have to say!? Sheesh. All that talking was a real waste of time.
Fire
Lang:
What kind of pup dumps out kerosene and lights it on fire as a prank?
Kay:
Thanks to that, some valuable evidence for this case has gone up in smoke.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Your father relentlessly investigated the SS-5 Incident. During his investigation, did he find any information on the child who started the fire?
Lang:
So you noticed it too, huh? Truth is, I've thought about the same thing myself. But...
Edgeworth:
Your father never revealed his own thoughts to anyone... Is that right?
Lang:
Yeah, that's right. The truth is like a needle hidden in a haystack...
Edgeworth:
(It seems his feelings on the matter are more complicated than he lets on...)
Kay:
Heh heh heh... Mr. Lang! Haven't you forgotten something important? A wolf's nose should be able to sniff out the truth from a haystack!
Lang:
...Tch! Hahahahahahaha! You're right. To think the little crow-girl would be the one to tell me that.
Edgeworth:
(She is my assistant for good reason...)
Kay:
I'm Mr. Edgeworth's assistant for good reason, you know!
MIB
MIB:
Shifu. I know it's not my place, but I have a request. Please... Do a roll call, just like old times!
Lang:
Just like old times, huh? Heh. What a lark... Guess I have no choice. Roll call!
MIB:
1! ...... I-I'm sorry. A roll call with one person is really lacking...
Lang:
That's nonsense. It's got nothing to do with numbers. Even though you're the only one here, the pack is always one, right? If you think it's lacking, then howl loud enough to make up for the rest of the pack! Roll call!
MIB:
1! 1! 1... O... ne...
Edgeworth:
(That man... Is he on the verge of tears?)
Igloo
Kay:
This bear-shaped igloo is both cute and scary at the same time. I hereby declare this a beargloo!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. It looks as though this igloo could fit three people inside.
Kay:
Yeah. I bet you could live up to three years in this beargloo!
Edgeworth:
Three years? What about the summertime? The bea... The igloo would melt.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Say that again! Say that one more time!
Edgeworth:
The igloo would melt.
Kay:
Tsk.
Franziska von Karma and Dick Gumshoe
Franziska:
...Scruffy! Don't you dare say a word. I'm warning you!
Gumshoe:
Eek! Mr. Edgeworth! P-Please help me, sir!
Edgeworth:
What is it, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
It's about the story behind this "SS-5 Incident", sir! Even though Blaise may have lost his authority... ...there's no way you can get confidential documents this quickly. That got me curious, so I made a few calls and asked around... ...and I found out that Ms. von Karma used all sorts of forceful tactics to...
Franziska:
Scruffy! I thought I warned you!
Gumshoe:
Aiiieeeee!
Edgeworth:
(...You've done a lot for us, Franziska. I promise I will bring this to an end with my own hands.)
Raymond Shields
Ray:
This scene sure puts a chill in your bones. Uncle Ray needs a hot babe to keep him warm.
Kay:
...Could you please try to be a little more serious?
Ray:
Oh? If that's what Kay wants, I guess I have no choice. Miles. This is where it all began... Isn't that right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I fear that is the case.
Ray:
What was Patricia and Blaise's true goal? There are still many mysteries yet to be solved.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It is just as you say.
Ray:
Particularly, the mystery of... What will happen to Kay-Ray's love!? Isn't it suspectful?
Kay:
Not even a little. ...You just couldn't resist, could you, Mr. Shields!? Why can't you ever stay serious for more than a minute!?
Edgeworth:
(I think he's genuinely incapable of staying serious for that long.)
Spring riders
Edgeworth:
These playground toys are modeled after a hare and a tortoise, like from the fable. The tortoise and the hare competed in race, and in the end the hare lost.
Kay:
And now, for something completely different... It's time for a Kay Quiz! Why did the hare lose? There are three choices!
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. I already know the answer. It's because the hare took a nap...)
Kay:
1) The hare's favorite shoes were stolen by the Yatagarasu. 2) The tortoise trained with the Yatagarasu until it became faster than the hare. 3) Unbeknownst to the two animals, the Yatagarasu stole the victory from the shadows!
Edgeworth:
(Those are my only choices...?)
Kay:
Is it too hard for you? 'Kay, I'll give you a hint. It starts with a "th"!
Edgeworth:
(Sh-She wants me to pick number 3...)
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining two footprints, burnt pillar, cell phone, body, brick and camera, talking to Lang leads to:)
Edgeworth:
We've learned pretty much all that we can about the situation at the time of the murder.
Kay:
Oh! In that case, is there another scene you'd like to re-create?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Would you do the honors? I would like you to re-create the scene when the victim witnessed the president's kidnapping.
Kay:
Right! I'll re-create the scene based on Mr. Cameron's photo!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Cameron is standing in the middle of the flowerbeds...
Kay:
...and the president and his kidnapper are standing on the road.
Lang:
My old man based his initial investigation on this man's eyewitness testimony. As a result, it led him to believe that the kidnapping and this facility were related.
Edgeworth:
And that's how... he came to suspect the head of the orphanage, Patricia Roland.
Lang:
Yeah... But in court, Blaise Debeste treated this testimony as if it meant nothing.
Edgeworth:
Why would he do that?
Lang:
The president and his kidnapper were not standing inside the orphanage grounds. So a connection between the orphanage and the kidnapping was difficult to prove.
Kay:
I see. It's not like they were seen inside the orphanage, after all...
Lang:
Tch! No matter how much evidence the detectives gather at the crime scene... ...it doesn't mean squat if the prosecutor won't use it in court! Blaise Debeste had some kind of connection with Patricia Roland. I figure they had some kind of deal going on.
Kay:
In other words, you think that Blaise was one of the kidnappers (Was Blaise a kidnapper? Blaise had Patricia found not guilty. Were they partners in crime?)?
Edgeworth:
However, your father was convinced that Patricia Roland was the culprit... Your father was a highly capable investigator, I presume? Might he have had some other basis for his conclusion besides the eyewitness testimony?
Lang:
Yeah... I figure he did. But I have no idea what it was. My old man never really talked much about this case...
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang's father, Dai-Long Lang... President Huang's most trusted confidant. The truth he discovered was suppressed by Blaise Debeste. First, we must find that hidden truth...)
Logic
"What did Blaise dig up?" and "Was Blaise a kidnapper?"
Edgeworth:
If we suppose that Blaise was one of the kidnappers... ...it becomes more likely that what he dug up yesterday is connected to the abduction.
Kay:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What is it!?
Kay:
I've figured it out! It was treasure! Treasure! Couldn't Blaise have dug up the ransom money?
Edgeworth:
The 100 million dollar ransom... ...buried in the ground until the head had died down. It's certainly possible.
Kay:
I know, right!?
Monster's Footprints data updated in my Organizer.
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Change Re-creation (while recreating Moment of the Incident)
Kay:
So you want to re-create the scene based on the "police investigation" data? This is the Time the Body Was Discovered, when the police were investigating the scene!
Kay:
I've re-created the scene!
Change Re-creation (while recreating Time the Body was Discovered)
Kay:
So you want to re-create the scene based on the "Mr. Cameron's eyewitness testimony"? This is the Time the Body Was Discovered, when the president was being kidnapped!
Kay:
I've re-created the scene!
Using Little Thief
Kay:
Oh! You wanna hear about the Little Thief's newest feature?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Not particularly.
Kay:
Wha...!? C'mon, don't say that! Using the latest feature, we can now re-create the scene at different times.
Edgeworth:
(She just went ahead and started explaining it...)
Kay:
Right now, we can re-create the scene based on the "police investigation report"... ...and "Mr. Cameron's eyewitness testimony"! Please let me know whenever you want to switch scenes!
Mr. Cameron's photo
Kay:
I re-created the scene based on Mr. Cameron's photo... Doesn't something seem off to you?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. If you compare the re-creation with the information we've gathered... ...there appears to be a clear contradiction.
Kay:
Oh! I knew something was off.
Edgeworth:
Let's compare the evidence we have on hand... ...with the scene re-created from the photograph.
Scene of Cameron being killed
Edgeworth:
Cameron took a photo of the president from this spot...
Kay:
...and he also called Ms. Crane, right?
Edgeworth:
At that time, the killer was already behind him.
Kay:
Holding the murderous brick...
Scene of Huang being kidnapped
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Street lamp
Kay:
This is the photo he took... but it looks kinda dark. I guess he wasn't able to bring out the subject's charm and make it a brighter photo.
Edgeworth:
Kay. The reason this photo is so dark is not because of the subject... It's because the street lamp nearby was broken, you see?
Kay:
Huh? A-Aaah! So you don't have to rely on natural lighting, you can use lamps to light up the subject! I never thought about that! Nice one, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(I don't think she understood what I was trying to tell her...)
Snowman
Kay:
Umm, about this snowman... When we re-created the scene where Mr. Cameron was killed, it has already melted. Its scarf was all soggy, and one of its button eyes was missing.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. At this stage, it appears that most of its original form was still intact. Although, there's one spot that looks unnaturally lacking...
Kay:
Poor thing! I bet some naughty kid must've plucked it off. Although, from a thief's perspective, that kid does have some promise.
Edgeworth:
(Was it plucked off by one of the children at the orphanage? No, perhaps... ...it was taken by an entirely different person altogether...?)
Di-Jun Huang
Edgeworth:
Di-Jun Huang. 12 years ago, he was still the president of Zheng Fa.
Kay:
Doesn't he seem a bit younger? Though it might be hard to tell, since it's so dark.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. And with the situation being what it was, his facial expression seems a bit strained.
Kay:
I wonder where the president was taken after this?
Edgeworth:
We don't know that yet. However, if the answer to that question lies here... ...it should become clear when we continue the investigation.
Kidnapper
Edgeworth:
It's the president's kidnapper. Let's try drawing out whatever we can from their appearance.
Kay:
Right, I got it! Their appearance, their appearance...
Edgeworth:
First things first. The kidnapper threatened the president with a gun.
Kay:
Look at how they're holding the gun, it's like they're trying to show it off. Totally not cool!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, we cannot see the person's face because it's hidden by their coat and hat.
Kay:
And look at that popped collar, it's like they're trying to be all that. Totally not cool!
Edgeworth:
Their body seems relaxed, suggesting that they had a composed mental state.
Kay:
Thet even have one hand stuffed in their pocket. Totally not cool at all!
Edgeworth:
Kay. I'm sorry, but that's...
Kay:
...stuff I've drawn out from their appearance!
Edgeworth:
(...That may be true, but...)
Deduce (after examining Snowman)
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce snowman and present Bloodstained Button
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"This snowman... Wouldn't you say it's missing something?"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Compare this piece of evidence to the state of this area. Do you notice anything?
Kay:
Hmm... I think I do... Aha! I noticed that your logic is wrong!
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (It seems I was wrong after all...)
Kay:
Let's double check the area for anything out of place! Perhaps there's something that's related to the evidence we have!
Edgeworth:
This snowman... Wouldn't you say it's missing something?
Kay:
Ah! Its right eye is missing!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. And what's more, that missing eye happens to be in our possession.
Kay:
The button that Mr. Cameron was holding onto! It's got the exact same design as the snowman's left eye!
Edgeworth:
If we assume this button was indeed the snowman's eye... ...a huge contradiction arises. If this button is the snowman's eye, what contradiction arises?
The location of the victim
Leads to:
"The victim was holding onto the button. Furthermore, the button was stained with blood."
The location of the snowman
Edgeworth:
It contradicts with the location of the snowman!
Kay:
So, you mean the snowman was actually in the middle of the garden? But, there were no signs that it was moved, right?
Edgeworth:
Gah! (So it wasn't this... If the button used as the snowman's eye was grabbed by the victim... ...there can only be one answer!)
Leads back to:
"If this button is the snowman's eye, what contradiction arises?"
The location of the president
Edgeworth:
It contradicts with the location of the president!
Kay:
The location of the president? But, I thought the president had nothing to do with the button...
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (It seems I was wrong... If the button used as the snowman's eye was grabbed by the victim... ...there can only be one answer!)
Leads back to:
"If this button is the snowman's eye, what contradiction arises?"
Edgeworth:
The victim was holding onto the button. Furthermore, the button was stained with blood. In other words, he grabbed the button after he was attacked. For example, if we were to picture it in this way... After being struck in the back of the head, Mr. Cameron lost his balance. As he was falling, he reached out his hand towards the nearby snowman. However, it could not support his weight, and he collapsed while still grasping the button.
Kay:
Huh!? Th-That means... ...Mr. Cameron was near the snowman when he was attacked!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. At the very least, he must have been within arm's reach, however... ...it's quite clear that he would not have been able to reach it from his current position.
Kay:
But! Mr. Cameron's footprints only lead towards the flowerbed!
Edgeworth:
Can we be certain that those footprints really are Mr. Cameron's...? It seems we'll need to investigate them one more time.
Kay:
Understood! I'll re-create the Time the Body Was Discovered scene one more time!
Kay:
These footprints should match up with Mr. Cameron's shoes, right?
Edgeworth:
Let's inspect them again.
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
The three disasters
Kay:
A kidnapping, a murder, and a fire on top of that. So much thing happened that it's hard to keep things straight...
Edgeworth:
The fire was caused by a child on the evening of the incident. Which means, the fire occurred before the kidnapping and the murder.
Kay:
Did you notice something about when the fire started?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There's one thing that caught my attention. (If the fire occurred first, then something left at the crime scene should not have been there. What has changed at the scene due to the fire, and the evidence that I have on hand... It seems I'll need to take a moment to compare the two.)
Footprints on left
Edgeworth:
These footprints... Are they really Mr. Cameron's?
Kay:
They're from size 11 shoes, and these huge footprints match up with Mr. Cameron's shoes. No matter how you look at it, they're moving steadily towards the center of the flowerbeds.
Edgeworth:
But when Mr. Cameron was attacked, he grabbed the button from the snowman.
Kay:
Even with a Great Thief's peak human conditioning, your arm just can't stretch that far. Let alone an ordinary civilian, it'd be completely impossible.
Edgeworth:
(The footprints come from the shoes worn by the victim, just as the case files say. ...However, does that mean Mr. Cameron was the owner of these shoes? We should re-examine Mr. Cameron's shoes.)
Body
Before examining shoes
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining shoes
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Shoes
Edgeworth:
(These shoes should match the footprints, however...) Hm? These shoes... it seems like they were not the ones originally worn by the victim.
Kay:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
If you look closely, you'll see the laces were tied up strangely. And the size doesn't seem to fit quite right either.
Victim's Shoes data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
That would mean, these huge footprints leading up to the victim's feet...
Edgeworth:
...were most likely made by someone other than the victim.
Kay:
So then. the footprints leading to and from the victim's head must be Mr. Cameron's.
Edgeworth:
No, not necessarily. They seem a little too small to be the victim's footprints.
Kay:
So none of the footprints are his...? Then, which way did Mr. Cameron walk from?
Edgeworth:
It's quite simple. The victim did not walk here on his own accord, but rather... ...he was carried here (Body was moved - There are signs that Cameron's body was carried from somewhere.) after he was murdered, by the culprit. (The question now becomes, where was he killed and carried from... Perhaps it was near the snowman after all?)
Melted snowman
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Cameron's body was moved. If we consider the button he was holding on to... ...it's highly likely that he was killed near this snowman. I should take a closer look.)
Before examining gap between the bricks
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining gap between the bricks
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Footprints
Kay:
There are some size 7 footprints going back and forth. According to the police files, these are the culprit's footprints.
Edgeworth:
Indeed... They seem to grow faint and disappear as they approach the road.
Kay:
There's not much snow left on the road after all.
Edgeworth:
As expected, it'll be difficult to determine who these footprints belong to.
Melted snowman
Kay:
This snowman has become a sad sight to look at.
Edgeworth:
It can't be helped. Snow and ice both melt away with time.
Kay:
Just like the mysteries of the cases you've solved, Mr. Edgeworth! As time passes, those mysteries melt away while you continue to keep your cool!
Edgeworth:
(You do realize I'm wracking my brain trying to solve those mysteries during a case...)
Plants
Edgeworth:
It appears that the outside of the facility was also decorated with flowerbeds.
Kay:
Wow. So there are flowers that bloom in the winter. Snow has even piled up on the flowerbed.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It seems a little cold, and it gives off a refined taste. Even though it's just a re-creation.
Kay:
Indeed. It gives off a little cold, and tastes quite refined. Even though it's just a re-creation.
Edgeworth:
As expected, it'll be difficult to determine who these footprints belong to.
Gap between the bricks
Kay:
Huh? There's a brick missing here (Missing brick - One of the bricks near the snowman is missing.).
Edgeworth:
The rests are all in order. It's strange that only this one is missing.
Moment of the Incident
Burnt pillar
Kay:
According to the files, it seems there was a fire on the evening of the incident.
Edgeworth:
A fire?
Kay:
Umm. Let's see here... huh!? It says that one of the children at the orphanage spilled kerosene and set it on fire as a prank.
Edgeworth:
I guess that kid had far too much energy... And thanks to that, we can't make out any of the footprints near the main hall... The place Cameron was killed was not near the flowerbeds.
Kay:
So then, whose blood is this...?
Edgeworth:
Just now, the state of the re-creation has changed completely. Regarding this bloodstain... ...the Time the Body Was Discovered scene has probably been greatly impacted as a result.
Kay:
Then, let's go check it out right away! Preparations are ready!
Edgeworth:
(Since the state of the re-creation has changed once again... ...I should press the Y Button and select Change Re-creation. Let's give it a try.)
Snowman
Kay:
It's the one-eyed snowman. It goes all the way up to my shoulders! At this size, it's a Gigaton class! You gotta hand it to the kids who made this.
Edgeworth:
..I was hoping for some more diverse information, instead of just its size.
Kay:
A bucket hat, button eyes, and a wool scarf. It's fully equipped! All that's left is to knock it down with countless punches and kicks!
Edgeworth:
...I was hoping for some more objective information, instead of what you'd like to do to it.
Scene of Huang being kidnapped
Edgeworth:
This is the president just before he was kidnapped at gunpoint.
Kay:
The president was strong, but there's no way he'd win against a gun.
Edgeworth:
And Mr. Cameron photographed this scene from the middle of the flowerbeds... There's something highly unnatural about this.
Kay:
It would've been impossible for him to grab the snowman's button from there!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. We should examine the state of the other re-creation once more.
Time the Body Was Discovered
Logic
"Murder weapon: Brick" and "Missing brick"
Edgeworth:
Perhaps the missing brick (Brick near the snowman - The brick used to kill Cameron was from near the snowman.) was the one used as the murder weapon.
Kay:
Ah! Yeah, it seems to be just the right size to fit in that gap perfectly!
"Body was moved" and "Brick near the snowman"
Leads to:
"As I thought, it seems the murder actually occurred near the snowman."
Edgeworth:
As I thought, it seems the murder actually occurred near the snowman.
Kay:
Both the button Mr. Cameron was holding and the murder weapon came from there...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Also, if we assume that the killer picked up the brick near the snowman... ...and then tried to sneak up behind Mr. Cameron...
Kay:
Oh! Mr. Cameron totally would've seen the person picking up the brick!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. Kay. Please update the re-creation. Mr. Cameron was not in the middle of the flowerbeds, but near the snowman.
Kay:
'Kay! I'm on it!
Bloodstain
Edgeworth:
The place Cameron was killed was not hear the flowerbeds.
Kay:
So then, whose blood is this...?
Edgeworth:
We'll have to investigate this bloodstain in more detail later, however... ...for now, our top priority is to ensure that the re-creation of the crime scene is complete. Let's confirm the location of all parties involved once again.
Scene
Leads to:
"No matter how you look at it, this is strange."
Kay:
No matter how you look at it, this is strange.
Edgeworth:
All the people involved in the case are gathered in the same place.
Kay:
Did we make a mistake here or something?
Edgeworth:
(One piece of evidence this re-creation is based on is odd. If I had to choose which piece of evidence is fake... Which piece of evidence is likely to be fake...?)
Present Cameron's Photo
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Was this photo... really taken by Mr. Cameron?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Kay. Take a look at this evidence.
Kay:
Don't tell me you're gonna say this piece of evidence is fake! No matter how you look at it, I don't think that's right.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (So I was wrong...)
Kay:
The people involved in this case couldn't have all been in one place, right? If we've proved that this was the spot where Mr. Cameron was actually standing...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It means "that" piece of evidence must be fake.
Leads back to:
"(Which piece of evidence is likely to be fake...?)"
Edgeworth:
Was this photo... really taken by Mr. Cameron?
Kay:
Ehhh!? What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
We have proven that whoever killed Mr. Cameron also moved the body. For what reason would they have to deliberately move his body? Perhaps the culprit wanted to falsify the scene that Mr. Cameron witnessed.
Kay:
And that's why they took a fake photo?
Edgeworth:
They made the president stand under the street light, and took a photo with Cameron's camera. It would have been quite simple.
Kay:
Now that you mention it... Mr. Cameron's camera only had one photo on it, right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. In all likelihood, the original roll of film had been removed from the camera... ...and after loading a new roll of film into the camera, the fake photo was taken.
Kay:
I see! So, this photo must've been taken after Mr. Cameron was killed, right?
Cameron's Photo data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Exactly. This was not the scene Mr. Cameron actually witnessed. It's likely that this photo is forged evidence!
Kay:
Then, where did Mr. Cameron witness the president and his kidnapper?
Edgeworth:
The photo isn't the only piece of evidence that indicates what Mr. Cameron witnessed...
Kay:
Ah! The testimony he left on the answering machine!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. We should listen to the recording one more time and confirm what was said. (Where else could the president and his kidnapper have been?)
Present under the up-left lamp
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Cameron said this on the answering machine..."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
They were over there!? So, what's the basis for that claim?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Do I really need a basis for my claims?
Kay:
In other words, you don't know, do you?
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So It wasn't there...)
Kay:
Let's try remembering what Mr. Cameron said in his eyewitness testimony! Didn't he say something about the situation at the scene?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Mr. Cameron's testimony should provide a major clue.
Leads back to:
"(Where else could the president and his kidnapper have been?)"
Edgeworth:
Mr. Cameron said this on the answering machine... "The light just went off. I can barely see a thing now." There are only two places here where the lights are broken...
Kay:
The light by the orphanage!
Edgeworth:
Kay. Could you please update the re-creation?
Kay:
Roger!
Lang:
This is...! So the kidnapper was near the orphanage!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. With this, we've shown the connection between the orphanage and the kidnapping.
Lang:
So that's why they moved the body and took a fake photo to create false testimony! In order to remove any suspicion towards the orphanage in court!
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. With this, the state of the re-creation has changed completely. The Time the Body Was Discovered scene has probably been greatly impacted as a result.
Kay:
Then, let's go check it out right away! Preparations are ready!
Edgeworth:
(Since the state of the re-creation has changed once again... ...I should press the Y Button and select Change Re-creation. Let's give it a try.)
Scene of Huang being kidnapped
Kay:
So this is where the president and his kidnapper were really seen.
Edgeworth:
That is correct. However, now the orphanage can no longer avoid suspicion in the kidnapping. That's why it was necessary to distance the kidnapping site from the orphanage grounds.
Kay:
Oooh... sneaky. So that's why they took the fake photo!
Edgeworth:
They disposed of Cameron's film and threatened the president near the road. Then, using new film, they took the false photograph.
Kay:
If Blaise was in league with the kidnappers, he could conceal any incriminating evidence.
Edgeworth:
In fact, the SS-5 Incident case files had been sealed away until Blaise's recent downfall.
Kay:
Oooh. The truth of this case is being revealed, little by little!
Edgeworth:
Indeed... (However, some mysteries still remain. We'll need to thoroughly investigate any changes in the previous re-creation.)
Bloodstain
Edgeworth:
The place Cameron was killed was not near the flowerbeds.
Kay:
So then, whose blood is this...?
Edgeworth:
Just now, the state of the re-creation has changed completely. Regarding this bloodstain... ...the Time the Body Was Discovered scene has probably been greatly impacted as a result.
Kay:
Then, let's go check it out right away! Preparations are ready!
Edgeworth:
(Since the state of the re-creation has changed once again... ...I should press the Y Button and select Change Re-creation. Let's give it a try.)
Scene of Cameron being killed
Edgeworth:
There's no mistaking it. Mr. Cameron was originally here when he took the photo. The killer took a brick from that flowerbed and attacked him. Mr. Cameron was hit in the back of the head, and grabbed the snowman's right eye as he fell.
Kay:
And since we now know that Mr. Cameron's body was here... ...the state of the other re-creation must have changed as well.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. In that case, perhaps we should go and investigate it.
Time the Body Was Discovered
Body
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Originally, Mr. Cameron's body was here. In order to be consistent with the fake photo... ...he was moved to the center of the flowerbeds.
Kay:
Then, the footprints going back and forth from the body, could theu be!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There's only one possibility at the moment... These footprints were probably left when the body was moved to the flowerbeds.
Bloodstain
Before deducing
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Dirt ground
Kay:
This seems to be the only area without any snow.
Edgeworth:
It must have been melted by the fire caused by the child at the orphanage.
Kay:
The disasters just kept coming for this orphanage. After the fire, multiple murders occurred.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? After the fire...? If the snow had melted, wouldn't that mean...?)
Bloodstain
Edgeworth:
The blood splatter above the snow.. There certainly was a substantial amount. It's almost as if the murder was actually committed here...
Kay:
But, Mr. Cameron should have been attacked near the snowman!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. In that case, this blood must belong to someone else.
Kay:
Whaaat!? But, the police reports said this was Mr. Cameron's blood...
Edgeworth:
The one in charge of this case was Blaise Debeste. It would have been simple for him to falsify that information.
Kay:
But! Wouldn't it be faster to just clean up the bloodstains, rather than falsify the information?
Edgeworth:
He wouldn't be able to do that. Think about it... Blaise knew that Mr. Cameron's body would be discovered here. In which case, the forensic department would naturally become involved.
Kay:
Ah! A luminol reaction! They would've discovered it with the power of science!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. It would have been difficult to completely erase all traces of the blood. However, falsifying the results of a blood test would be much easier in comparison. He would just have to switch the results from the forensics reports.
Kay:
Aww, what a bummer... Knowing those documents I read were falsified. Err, it looks like Mr. Cameron's clothes were completely soaked in blood.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. If the blood scattered here got onto Cameron's clothes... ...that would mean, at the time, the bloodstains here had not dried yet.
Kay:
I see. So then, this certain somebody's blood... ...was splattered here just a short while before Mr. Cameron was murdered!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That's exactly right. (However, if that's the case... ...wouldn't a new contradiction arise in this re-creation...?)
Mysterious Bloodstain data jotted down in my Organizer.
Snow around the bloodstain
Kay:
...So then, I've placed the body near the snowman. Now that he's gone, it feels a little lonely around here.
Edgeworth:
(That's not a very proper way of putting it...) Since the body isn't here, we might be able to find some new clues. Let's thoroughly investigate this area.
Kay:
Aye aye, Mr. Edgeworth!
Deduce (after examining bloodstain)
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce bloodstain and present Fire
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"This is a clear contradiction!"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This evidence clearly contradicts the state of this area!
Kay:
Oh! And specifically, where does the contradiction lie!?
Edgeworth:
Umm. Around here, perhaps?
Kay:
If you don't know, just say so...
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (I should think this over one more time.)
Kay:
So the snow was melted by the fire? We should keep in mind when exactly the fire started and take a closer look at the area!
Edgeworth:
This is a clear contradiction!
Kay:
Huh? You mean this bloodstain?
Edgeworth:
Do you see how this bloodstain is broken up by the remains of the fire? This is proof that the fire occurred after the blood had scattered around the area.
Kay:
Huh? But I thought the fire occurred before the murder...?
Edgeworth:
It seems that information is suspect as well. If the fire had broken out after the murder...
Lang:
! ...then the child who started the fire should have seen the body and the bloodstains.
Edgeworth:
Why then, did they not come forward as a witness? It's likely that would have put Blaise at a great disadvantage!
Lang:
Guess we'll need to investigate this fire in more detail. Hey, you!
MIB:
Yes, sir!
Lang:
There should be some records of the fire in the police department under a different case file! I want you to bring me every last investigation report about the fire!
MIB:
Understood, Shifu!
Lang:
Oh, and one more thing...
MIB:
What is it, sir?
Lang:
Contact the House of Lang in Zheng Fa. There should be evidence from this case in my old man's room.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Lang:
I just remembered... why I recognize this scene. A long time ago, I saw a picture in my old man's room. It was a drawing resembling this scene...
Edgeworth:
What did you say!?
Lang:
However, I think it looked like something a child drew.
Edgeworth:
A child...? Then the artist may have been the culprit behind the fire.
Lang:
It should still be somewhere in my old man's room. Have them send it over here.
MIB:
Understood, sir!
(Connecting all possible Logic and deducing bloodstain leads to:)
Investigation Complete
MIB:
Shifu! I'm back! I've brought the info on the fire the kid started and a photo of the drawing in your father's office... And also...
Lang:
Oh, I've been waiting for this! Hurry up and hand 'em over!
Edgeworth:
(The information held by Agent Lang's father...!)
Lang:
This is it...! It's exactly what I remembered!
Edgeworth:
...This was the picture drawn by the child, depicting the night of the incident?
Kay:
It sure looks like it was drawn with a child's touch!
Edgeworth:
As I thought, the one who drew this... is most likely the child who started the fire.
Child's Drawing data jotted down in my Organizer.
MIB:
...Sh-Shifu!
Lang:
What now? Sorry, but it's gonna have to wait. ...Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Why do you think my old man had this?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps he obtained it during the course of his investigation into the incident. Although I don't know why he would have concealed it... Agent Lang. Might I be able to see the details of the fire?
Lang:
Yeah, sure.
Edgeworth:
Allow me to read it posthaste. The boy who started the fire snuck out of bed on the night of the incident. Hm? It seems this boy went missing several days later.
Lang:
What? Don't tell me that he witnessed something he shouldn't have?
Kay:
That's horrible! He was only a child, after all!
Edgeworth:
(While I'd hate for that to be the case, we can't rule out the possibility entirely.)
Lang:
Huh? Apparently, the boy left some stuff behind at the orphanage, and it was taken as evidence... What's this...?
Edgeworth:
Th-That's...! (What's that doing here?)
Lang:
Hm? Mr. Prosecutor. Do you recognize this?
Edgeworth:
Yes... I know one piece of evidence that's related to it. Which piece of evidence is related to what the boy left behind?
Present Moozilla Doll
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I don't know what it's doing here..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
You're saying this thing's related to that piece of evidence?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There is no doubt in my mind.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You seriously think that? Lang Zi says: "Soy sauce in cream puffs!" In other words, I can't see how these two things go together at all!
Edgeworth:
...Gwaaah! (So that wasn't it...? There should be something like this among the evidence. I'll need to compare it with the evidence one more time...)
Lang:
How about it, Mr. Prosecutor? Do you recognize this thing?
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence is related to what the boy left behind?"
Edgeworth:
I don't know what it's doing here... ...but, isn't that the missing horn from this Moozilla doll?
Lang:
N-No way, you mean, this came off the president's...?
Edgeworth:
You know of it?
Lang:
Yeah. I've noticed the president kept it close by as a decoration. I always thought it was strange how one of the horns was missing.
Edgeworth:
If you twist the horn... this doll will play back any previously recorded audio.
Kay:
So if we put the missing horn back in place... we might be able to hear a different recording!
Edgeworth:
Indeed... It is possible. The doll is currently on the 51st floor of the Great Tower.
Lang:
Hey, you! You heard that, right?
MIB:
Yessir! I'll be right back!
MIB:
Shifu, I've got it! The Mighty Moozilla doll!
Lang:
Well done. Give it to the prosecutor over there.
Edgeworth:
(If we insert the horn found at the orphanage into the doll...)
Kay:
It's a perfect fit!
Lang:
Well? Can you hear anything?
.......Mr. Huang. It's Amy. It's been a while. I saw the news that you would be coming to this country... I was really nervous about doing this, but I decided to send you a message.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
P-Please stop the playback!
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney?)
Kay:
Wh-What's wrong!?
Courtney:
Stop it! Now!
It's a boy... Your son. He's just been born. I'm sorry. That's all I wanted to tell you. His name is John. John Marsh... It's a fine name for him, don't you think?
Courtney:
Aah...!
Edgeworth:
M-Marsh...!?
Lang:
Did she say... John?
I'll be waiting in the courtyard of the orphanage at midnight on February 9th. Even if it's just once, I want John to be able to meet you. I'm sorry if I'm being selfish, but... I'll be waiting.
John:
No way... That was my...?
Courtney:
John...
Lang:
What's the meaning of this? Ms. Courtney...
Courtney:
John is... not my biological son. He's... adopted.
Edgeworth:
Did John know about this?
Courtney:
Of course he knew. John's mother... Amy Marsh, passed away about 5 years ago. She and I were cousins. Since we were young, we've always been really close. We were often mistaken for sisters. That's why, when she passed away... ...I thought it was only natural that I look after John. Also... There were circumstances which prevented me from revealing his father's identity. I never even told John his father's name...
John:
......
Edgeworth:
(And now it's all been revealed, thanks to the recording on that doll. Did John's mother send the doll to the president?)
John:
...Hey.
Courtney:
John...!
John:
Was he... the president, really my dad?
Courtney:
.........Yes, he was. Before you were born... Amy worked as a diplomat in Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
(A diplomat? So that must be how she became acquainted with President Huang...)
John:
Hang on! Didn't you tell me she worked at the orphanage!?
Courtney:
Yes. After returning to this country, Amy left her job as a diplomat. She always had great passion for charity work... so she began working at the orphanage.
John:
........
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hey... Ms. Courtney... ...So this Amy girl, she called the president there herself, but... ...she never showed up at the scene of the SS-5 Incident. What's with that?
Courtney:
Amy... couldn't make it. Apparently, someone had been following her the whole night.
Edgeworth:
Perhaps it was Blaise? I can't say for certain, but it's possible that it was his doing.
Courtney:
After that, Amy never got another chance to see the president again...
Edgeworth:
(So, she died 5 years ago... This conversation must be painful for John.)
Kay:
Oh right. H-Hey, John, you thirsty? How about I buy us both some juice? We can go together...
John:
I'm a part of this, too. I'll listen until the end. Besides, I can afford to buy my own juice.
Kay:
Oooh! Shot down by a kid...
Courtney:
...John. Do you understand the reason I met with the president two days ago?
Edgeworth:
(The secret meeting from two nights ago...!)
Courtney:
I wanted to tell him. About Amy's death, and... ...that you were alive and well.
John:
But... I-I.....
Edgeworth:
I see. That's why you couldn't tell us your reasons for meeting with the president until now.
Kay:
I get it... She would've had to reveal his connection with John.
Courtney:
I brought a bouquet of lion lilies... ...so that he would understand I truly did know about Amy. Those flowers are a dear memory to the president and Amy. The first present she received from the president was a bouquet of lion lilies. But now, even he has passed away. If only he were still alive... ...perhaps I could have introduced him to John.
John:
..........
MIB:
Shifu! I-I'm sorry to interrupt this atmosphere, but there's something I need to say...
Lang:
Oh, what is it now!? Can't this wait?
MIB:
Well... actually, there's one last item that's been delivered here from Zheng Fa! I have here... the president's will!
Lang:
Wh... What!?
Edgeworth:
(...The president's will?)
Lang:
My old man received a great number of special medals from the president himself... As a token of his trust, the president left his will in the protection of the Lang clan. Those medals and that will, they were the pride of our clan. Our family treasures, so to speak.
Lang:
........ Ngh... Th-This is...!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Does that will have something to do with the current case?
Lang:
You bet it does. It says here... "I hereby acknowledge John Marsh as my own son."
Hold it!
Courtney:
What...!? John's name is in the president's will...?
Edgeworth:
Are you certain that will was written by the president?
Lang:
Yeah. He entrusted it to the Lang clan even before the SS-5 Incident took place. They'll have to appraise it back home, but by the name of the Lang clan, this is the real deal.
Edgeworth:
(Di-Jun Huang was the president of an entire nation. The existence of his son would have caused... ...considerable controversy. However... he left behind a will, just in case.)
Lang:
This makes it doubly sure. I still can't believe it myself, but there's no room for doubt. John Marsh... You are the son of Di-Jun Huang, President of Zheng Fa.
John:
..............
Courtney:
John!
Edgeworth:
John!
To be continued.
April 6, 4:51 PMOutside Grand TowerTemporary Film Lot
Courtney:
...John.
John:
......So that guy was my dad...
Edgeworth:
(He found out about his own birth so suddenly. And furthermore, his new found father is no longer in this world...)
John:
I'd always been searching for my dad...
Courtney:
...John.
John:
I get it, alright! He's the president. I know it's a complicated situation. But... we even met face to face during the filming. So then, why!? Huh!? Why didn't he tell me who he really was?
Courtney:
I'm sorry. John...
John:
M... Mom, you don't need to apologize. No matter how you look at it, it's all my fault. Yesterday, I broke my promise with you and didn't even notice the fire on the roof... ...so I destroyed everything. I crushed it all. My dad... and those flowers that my mom carefully grew!
Courtney:
John! Please. For now, just don't think about anything. ...Just stay like this for a little while. Just for a little while... OK?
Lang:
..."The bond between a parent and child". That's the meaning behind Lion Lilies. I know it's not my style, but that flowers is from Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
(However, we have no means of protecting that bond...) Agent Lang, allow me to say this. The case won't be solved by sentimentality alone. Therefore, shouldn't we do all that we can to solve it?
Lang:
...Yeah. You're right.
Edgeworth:
The re-creation of the past has finished. Were your father's deductions correct?
Lang:
...My old man took his deductions to the grave. He never told anyone about them. So, who knows if they were right or not.
Edgeworth:
In that case, what about your own deductions? I would like to hear what you think happened based on the re-creation. In order for us to get closer to the truth of 12 years ago.
Lang:
Yeah. I was thinking it's about time. I can see it now. My old man's back, real close... I'll catch up to him for sure... ...to the truth that my old man uncovered!
-- Truth of the SS-5 Incident --
Lang:
There's no mistake that the president went to the orphanage.
The stuffed toy is proof of that. He was planning to meet with Amy Marsh.
However, the president was kidnapped. And Cameron just happened to witness it.
If Cameron hadn't been there, it probably would've just been a kidnapping with no murder.
Afterwards, the body was moved to the flowerbeds and a fake photo was taken.
Edgeworth:
(Was that what really happened 12 years ago...?)
SS-5 Incident Case Files updated in my Organizer.
Lang:
However, there's one thing I still don't get.
Edgeworth:
(Something you don't get?)
Lang:
It's this. Why did they need to take a fake photo? Why would they go through all that trouble and even make the president take part in the photo?
Edgeworth:
...That's true. However, the answer to that riddle must lie somewhere within... Once we get past the layers upon layers of deductions, we shall surely reach it.
Lang:
Yeah... That's right. I'd like to hear your deductions as well.
Rebuttal
-- Truth of the SS-5 Incident --
Lang:
There's no mistake that the president went to the orphanage.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. I'd like to verify a few things that may have seemed obvious at first glance. Are we certain that the president actually went to the orphanage?
Lang:
OK, I get it. You're saying you want proof?
Kay:
Everyone's always demanding proof from Mr. Edgeworth, after all.
Edgeworth:
(You didn't have to tell him that...)
Lang:
The stuffed toy is proof of that. He was planning to meet with Amy Marsh.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You mean this stuffed animal? The one with the recording device.
Lang:
That's right. Inside that toy was a recording from John's birthday mother, Amy Marsh...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. She said that she would meet with him at midnight.
Kay:
Wow! You two are perfectly in synch! The truth is becoming clear, like you're peeling off the layers of a scallion!
Edgeworth:
Kay. A scallion doesn't have anything on the inside. Please don't make such foreboding analogies.
Kay:
........ The truth is becoming clear, like you're peeling off the skin of a wolf!
Lang:
C-Can you stop making those foreboding analogies...? ...Ahem. Let's get back on track.
Lang:
However, the president was kidnapped. And Cameron just happened to witness it.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I'd also like to verify the details of this point as much as possible. Mr. Cameron witnessed the president and his kidnapper near the orphanage.
Kay:
And Mr. Cameron was standing by the snowman near the road.
Lang:
Then, the murderer picked up a brick, snuck up on him from behind, and... WHAM!
Kay:
Eeeeeek!
Edgeworth:
Kay. We are simply verifying what actually transpired. There's no need to be scared.
Kay:
...That was so intense. Half the details of this case just vanished from my brain. Mr. Edgeworth. Mr. Lang. Let's carefully verify all the facts of this case!
Lang:
Yeesh... Well, if you're gonna listen, I'll talk as much as you want.
Lang:
If Cameron hadn't been there, it probably would've just been a kidnapping with no murder.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If he hadn't been there, you say? That's an interesting theory. Care to explain in more detail?
Lang:
It's simple. Cameron was killed because he saw the kidnapping. The kidnapping itself was a success. If he hadn't been there, no blood would've been spilled.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... No blood would have been spilled?)
Kay:
You make it sound like it was his own fault for being there.
Edgeworth:
Kay, that's not it. When Agent Lang's trying to say is... ...simply, besides Mr. Cameron, there was no other casualties at the crime scene.
Kay:
Oh, was that all? Of course, that's obvious. The president was kidnapped, but... ...once the ransom money was paid, he was returned safe and sound.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... That sounds like an obvious point, however, something about it bothers me. I may need to re-evaluate the evidence once more.)
Lang:
You done explaining things to your assistant? I still have one last thing to confirm.
Present Mysterious Bloodstain
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"If the eyewitness, Cameron, had not been there, no murder would have taken place..."
Lang:
Afterwards, the body was moved to the flowerbeds and a fake photo was taken.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That's also an important point. I'd like to take another good clean look at the information.
Lang:
Yeah, I'm with you there. Let's start with what Cameron saw before he was murdered. Cameron witnessed the president and the kidnapper in front of the orphanage.
Edgeworth:
However, the culprit wanted to conceal the connection between the incident and the orphanage.
Lang:
That's right. That's why Cameron's original roll of film was disposed of... ...and a fake photo was taken of them standing outside the grounds of the orphanage.
Edgeworth:
Yes. And Cameron's body was then moved to match the photo.
Lang:
Grrr...! It's finally becoming clear. The secret that was buried in the snow for 12 years...!
Kay:
Is this the truth of the SS-5 Incident?
Edgeworth:
........
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. What's the matter?
Edgeworth:
There is still something hidden behind this case...
Kay:
Huh!? What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
There is a piece of evidence that cannot be explained by Agent Lang's theory. As long as there's a contradiction, we'll have to present it in order to advance our reasoning...!
Edgeworth:
If the eyewitness, Cameron, had not been there, no murder would have taken place... Is that really the case?
Lang:
...The criminal's goal was only to kidnap the president. If there were no witness, there would've been no need to commit murder. Right?
Edgeworth:
And what if Cameron wasn't the only one who was murdered? There was a large bloodstain near the flowerbeds. However, Cameron was murdered... ...near the snowman. Ergo, this bloodstain could not have belonged to Cameron! Someone else's blood was spilled. And quite a vast amount at that...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
......Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Do you have any idea what you're saying?
Edgeworth:
I do... It's hard to believe, however, that is what the evidence indicates... On that night, 12 years ago, there were two murders.
Lang:
Are you saying that the other murder was covered up!? Who... just who the heck could have been killed?
Edgeworth:
(A murder that was cleverly concealed. All traces of it were erased... And the incident itself was completely deleted from the case files. However, there's one thing... One piece of evidence that still remains intact after 12 years!) This piece of evidence shows that something happened that night!
Present Child's Drawing
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The other murder incident was buried in the dark by Blaise Debeste..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. This is the piece of evidence that shows what happened on that night!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Is that really it? That piece of evidence doesn't tell me anything at all!
Edgeworth:
...Argh! (Looks like this wasn't it... There should be one more eyewitness who saw what happened on that night. I should show Agent Lang the evidence that proves that.)
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor! Just who are you saying was killed on that night?
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence shows that something happened that night!"
Edgeworth:
The other murder incident was buried in the dark by Blaise Debeste... However, there is still one piece of evidence that remains. Agent Lang... It survived by your father's hands.
Lang:
My old man... you say?
Edgeworth:
Please recall. There was one more thing that was hidden along with the traces of the murder. And that is, the existence of the boy who caused the fire...! Why did Blaise make the boy disappear? It's because he saw something that he wasn't supposed to see.
Kay:
What was the thing he wasn't supposed to see!?
Edgeworth:
Everything is drawn in this picture.
Lang:
The drawing my old man had!
Edgeworth:
The person drawn on the right is most likely the president. The Moozilla doll is also drawn near him. And the person standing opposite him is...
Present Sirhan Dogen profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A man with a knife and a large, black dog. He is none other than... Sirhan Dogen."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Isn't this the person standing opposite him?
Kay:
Is it really that person? They don't look very similar...
Edgeworth:
Given that it's a child's drawing, it can't be helped if they're not too similar.
Gumshoe:
Even if it's a child's drawing, I don't think that's it, sir...
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (To think even the detective rejected my theory!)
Gumshoe:
I think the person in the picture has some unique characteristics.
Kay:
That's right. It looks like he has a knife and a black dog with him.
Edgeworth:
(A knife and a black dog...? I think I have a hunch who that person is.)
Lang:
So in the end, who's the person in this drawing?
Edgeworth:
Sorry. There's no mistake that the person drawn on the right is the president.
Leads back to:
"And the person standing opposite him is..."
Edgeworth:
A man with a knife and a large, black dog. He is none other than... Sirhan Dogen.
Kay:
Whaaaaaaaaaat!? The assassin!?
Edgeworth:
Why would an assassin appear before a president? The answer is clear. Indeed, what occurred that night on the orphanage grounds 12 years ago was not a kidnapping. It was a presidential assassination!
Lang:
HOOOOOOOOOOOWL!
Kay:
Th-Then, Ms. Roland and Mr. Blaise were...
Edgeworth:
Yes. The two were likely partners in crime. One furnished the orphanage to use as the scene of the incident... ...and the other covered up the young boy's testimony. It's likely that Mr. Cameron was murdered because he witnessed the assassination itself. After all, the kidnapping never actually happened!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Stop messing around! You're saying that the president was assassinated 12 years ago? We just found his body today! He's been alive up until now!
Kay:
That's right! I mean, we met him ourselves!
Edgeworth:
If the president was assassinated 12 years ago, and the president's body was found today... ...that would imply there were two presidents.
Kay:
Yeah! And that can't be right!
Edgeworth:
Are you sure about that? There is the possibility that there were two presidents. (That's right... Up until now, I've been getting a strange feeling from the president...)
Lang:
Even so, I still respect the man. Zheng Fa is a small country. But he carried the nation with his strength.
Edgeworth:
(The image of President Huang that Agent Lang described...)
Huang:
You... you are wrong... I...
Edgeworth:
(...He revealed his true form.)
Edgeworth:
(...differs far too greatly from the President Huang we know! It's as if they were two entirely different people! If there were, in fact, two Zheng Fa presidents... ...exactly how would such a scenario be possible?) What would make the existence of the two presidents possible?
The president had a twin brother
Edgeworth:
Perhaps President Huang had a twin brother?
Gumshoe:
If that's the case, it certainly wouldn't be strange if there were two presidents, sir!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Unfortunately for you... The president was an only child!
Edgeworth:
What!? (Is that so...?)
Lang:
As I thought, it's impossible for there to be two presidents, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
No. There was a possibility that there were two presidents.
Leads back to:
"What would make the existence of the two presidents possible?"
One of them was a body double
Leads to:
"If we were to assume that one of them was a body double, wouldn't it be possible then?"
The victim looked like the president
Edgeworth:
The person killed 12 years ago just happened to look like the president... If we think of it like that, wouldn't it all make sense?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Take a good look at the boy's drawing that you brought out! No matter how you look at it, this guy is President Huang!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (It's just as Agent Lang says...)
Lang:
As I thought, it's impossible for there to be two presidents, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
No. There was a possibility that there were two presidents.
Leads back to:
"What would make the existence of the two presidents possible?"
Edgeworth:
If we were to assume that one of them was a body double, wouldn't it be possible then?
Lang:
A body double...!
Edgeworth:
President Huang possessed immense power and authority in Zheng Fa. I'm sure there were those who envied his position and made attempts on his life. Yes. Just as he was attacked a few days ago at Gourd Lake.
Lang:
It's true, there were those who sought Huang's life from time to time. But, I can't easily believe there were two presidents. At least, not without any evidence!
Edgeworth:
(Do I have evidence that proves there were two presidents?)
Present SS-5 Incident Files
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"(Has Agent Lang not noticed this contradiction?)"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
If you look at this evidence, you'll see that there were two presidents.
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Unfortunately, I have no idea what you're talking about! Lang Zi says: "Evidence doesn't speak!" Evidence with no meaning won't tell us anything!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (Looks like this wasn't it.)
Kay:
If only we knew that the president was in two different places at the same time... ...then we could prove that there were two people.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Let's look at the evidence and reorganize the incident again.
Lang:
How could there have been two Mr. Huangs? As I suspected, it's impossible! If you want to say there were two people, show me the proof!
Leads back to:
"(Do I have evidence that proves there were two presidents?)"
Edgeworth:
(Has Agent Lang not noticed this contradiction? Or... has he noticed it, but can't admit it?)
Lang:
What is it, Mr. Prosecutor? Don't shout something out only to suddenly clam up.
Edgeworth:
According to the recording on the doll, the president visited the orphanage at midnight. However... that should not have been possible.
Kay:
Huh!? Why's that?
Edgeworth:
Why? Because at the time, the president should have been at the embassy. He was together with Agent Lang's father...
Lang:
............
Edgeworth:
(So, Agent Lang, you really did notice.) He was in two places at the same time. Ergo, there must have been two presidents.
Lang:
HOOOOOOOOOOWL!
Courtney:
Then, which of the two was the real president on that day 12 years ago!?
Edgeworth:
Most likely the one who died.
Lang:
Who!? Who contracted Dogen to murder Huang?
Edgeworth:
(In order to learn that, first... ...we must have a look at the evidence that we proved was false earlier. And the piece of evidence... we know to be false is...!)
Present Cameron's Photo
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The photo taken with Cameron's camera was taken after he was murdered."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Take a look at this.
Lang:
What about it!?
Edgeworth:
This is the evidence that shows who planned the assassination plot against President Huang!
Lang:
........
Edgeworth:
...Agent Lang. I know it's hard to believe, but this is the truth.
Lang:
No. Mr. Prosecutor. I was just speechless because your reasoning was so crazy.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (He sure doesn't hold back... The person who killed the real president and took his place... That person is without a doubt the one behind this incident. I must show Agent Lang the evidence that proves who that person was!)
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. You already realized who's behind the plot, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I will show you that evidence right now.
Leads back to:
"(And the piece of evidence... we know to be false is...!)"
Edgeworth:
The photo taken with Cameron's camera was taken after he was murdered. And he was murdered because he witnessed the presidential assassination... In other words, the photo must have been taken following the assassination. Given that, who is the president pictured in the fake photo? ...We must consider him to be the body double.
Lang:
In other words, the body double had the real president murdered and then took his place!
Edgeworth:
Patricia Roland and Blaise must have cooperated in that plan.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hold it! Huang's body was never found! Just where could it have disappeared to!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The answer to that is already quite apparent...! This is where the real president's body was!
Present Monster's Footprints
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Last night, there was something Blaise had to unearth with his own two hands."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Can you put the jokes aside? I can't believe that Mr. Huang's body was in that kind of place!
Edgeworth:
Gah! (I guess it wasn't there... This is the place that the real president was killed. Furthermore, what was the person responsible doing here? If I think about that, I'm sure to know the location of the president's body!)
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Where did the president's body disappear to? Maybe you really don't have an answer for that?
Edgeworth:
No, Agent Lang. The answer to that is already quite apparent...
Leads back to:
"This is where the real president's body was!"
Edgeworth:
Last night, there was something Blaise had to unearth with his own two hands. That item was not the ransom... It was something far more important.
Kay:
Ah! So Blaise unburied the...!
Edgeworth:
...the real president's body! The possibility is quite high.
Lang:
What'd you saaaayy!?
Edgeworth:
The bones from the body buried 12 years ago would have still remained. According to Mr. Powers, construction was to begin soon at this lot. That was the deadline... ...both for the movie and retrieval of the body.
Kay:
Because they would've found the body when they started the construction!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! Let us search the footprints that Blaise dug up!
Lang:
...Yeah. If the body was buried there, there'd be traces of it. Hey! Somebody call forensics!
Forensics:
I have the results of the search! We've found traces in the dirt that suggest a body was buried here!
Lang:
Tch... So, it was Huang after all?
Forensics:
We also recovered the skeletal remains that Blaise Debeste dug up. They were in his home. In addition to the bone structure, the dental records and the bone fractures all match up. We can confirm that it was indeed President Huang!
Edgeworth:
So the real President Huang was indeed killed 12 years ago. The SS-5 Incident was a murder.
Monster's Footprints data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
So the SS-5 Incident was actually a murder incident! But there's so much information, it's way too confusing...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Let us take this opportunity to review the details of the case.
Kay:
First, the real president came to the orphanage, right?
Edgeworth:
Twelve years ago... ...the true President Huang visited the orphanage in order to meet his son. The footsteps in the snow that we thought belonged to Mr. Cameron... ...were most likely made by the president at that time. President Huang was supposed to meet his son here... However, the one who actually showed up was the assassin, Sirhan Dogen.
Kay:
He came here to meet his son, but was murdered instead... How horrible...
Edgeworth:
A man like Dogen... shows no mercy. ...And after that, the second tragedy occurred.
Kay:
You mean Mr. Cameron's murder?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Mr. Cameron saw the decisive moment. After the real president was killed by Dogen... ...his body was carried to the rear courtyard by the team of kidnappers. Mr. Cameron must have witnessed that moment... ...from the orphanage entrance. Although, he himself believed that he had actually witnessed a kidnapping. Furthermore, by this time...
Kay:
...the body double, who had come to meet up with Blaise and Ms. Roland... ...was already standing behind Mr. Cameron.
Edgeworth:
And then the witness to the incident, Mr. Cameron...
Kay:
...was killed by the body double. So, was Mr. Cameron's corpse also carried by the body double?
Edgeworth:
Yes, that seems likely.
Kay:
But, there wasn't anything at the crime scene that looked like the body double's footprints!
Edgeworth:
Heh. I've already figured out how he accomplished that. There is a piece of evidence that would've made it possible. What did the body double use to move the body without leaving any footprints?
Present Victim's Shoes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is almost certainly how the body double carried Mr. Cameron's corpse."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The double likely used this to move Mr. Cameron's body.
Kay:
Whoa! He used that to move the body? How would that actually work?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... he... er... used trick after trick and put in a lot of effort...
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Let's be honest and recognize our mistakes, OK?
Edgeworth:
Argh! (It appears this wasn't it... The body double's footprints should have been left at the scene, but they aren't... On the other hand, the victim's footprints are clearly there... I already have the evidence to tie these two facts together!)
Leads back to:
"What did the body double use to move the body without leaving any footprints?"
Edgeworth:
This is almost certainly how the body double carried Mr. Cameron's corpse. After Mr. Cameron was killed... ...the president's body double carried him into the middle of the garden. I suspect the body double was wearing the same shoes as the real president at the time. If he made sure to step precisely on top of the footprints left by the real president...
Kay:
Ah! Since the shoes were the same... ...there would only be one set of footprints left behind in the snow. I think I've got a pretty good grasp on the SS-5 Incident now. But, there's still one thing I don't get.
Edgeworth:
What's that?
Kay:
Why did they need to stage the abduction?
Edgeworth:
Because Mr. Cameron witnessed the incident. He saw the president at the orphanage. He left behind witness testimony on Ms. Crane's answering machine. Even Blaise couldn't make that disappear. Ergo, the body double needed a reason for the president to have been at the orphanage.
Kay:
And that's why they prepared the fake kidnapping charade.
Edgeworth:
The people in the fake photo are the body double, and most likely, Patricia Roland.
Kay:
The person in the coat is Ms. Roland? What makes you say that?
Edgeworth:
The two would have to leave the orphanage in order to take the picture. Just like when he moved the body, the double used the real president's footprints.
Kay:
Ah! So the second set of footprints must belong to the person in the coat!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. We originally believed that those footprints belonged to Cameron's killer. They were size 7 footprints, too small for Blaise's feet. Thus, we can presume that the person playing the part of the kidnapper was Patricia Roland. Hidden in the shadow of the presidential kidnapping was a presidential assassination...
Lang:
I see... So that's why my old man...
Edgeworth:
Why he... what?
Lang:
The old man must have realized that a murder had taken place. ...After all, he had the kid's drawing.
Courtney:
However, that picture was never presented as evidence...
Edgeworth:
Your father likely took it from the young witness during the investigation and hid it.
Lang:
He had to have known that Huang was dead. But what if he had revealed that back then?
Edgeworth:
Reveal the death of the president, the backbone of Zheng Fa? It would have caused chaos...
Lang:
...and that's why my old man took the secret to his grave. He even took the blame for the kidnapping, knowing that would be the fall of the House of Lang!
Edgeworth:
So this is the truth that Agent Lang's father hid 12 years ago...
Kay:
And now, it's all become clear.
SS-5 Incident Case Files updated in my Organizer.
???:
...Is that really the case, I wonder?
Kay:
Huh!?
Edgeworth:
What!?
Lang:
Who's there!?
Edgeworth:
(That bell... it's...!) ...Sirhan Dogen!
Lang:
You! Why are you here!?
Gumshoe:
How can you just brazenly show up here!? Who do you think you are, pal!?
Dogen:
I found the conversation most intriguing, and I just... well...
Edgeworth:
Heh. Are you feeling nostalgic about an old murder of yours?
Lang:
You're the one who killed Huang...!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh heh. Nostalgia? I think not. You were speaking about the person I am searching for.
Edgeworth:
You're searching for someone?
Dogen:
I escaped from prison in order to meet with a young acolyte... The one who wore the red raincoat...
Edgeworth:
The red raincoat!?
Kay:
Wh-Who is this person?
Dogen:
I suspect that it's the same person as the mastermind you are searching for.
Edgeworth:
!
???:
Someone you've been searching for. The one in the red hood...
Edgeworth:
(The red hood?)
Dogen:
Don't they seem surprised, Anubis? Yes, yes they are, my boy. Twelve years ago, this young acolyte saved my life...
-- Dogen's Savior --
Dogen:
Certainly, it was I who killed President Huang.
However, my life was also targeted on that day.
The body double, Blaise, and Patricia all sought to seal my lips.
Had I not been reunited with the young acolyte back then, I would have been in danger.
But alas, even to this day, I do not know what has become of the young acolyte...
Edgeworth:
So your client was indeed the body double, who was the main perpetrator of the crime.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. It was a long time ago, but I remember his words even now.
There have been countless attempts on my life. Not just once or twice. Countless! And yet, why must I be the only one to face the danger? When I stand before the people, I garner the same respect as the president does. Tell me, just what is the difference between him and me!?
Dogen:
The difference was great. While the voice and style of speech may be the same... Keh heh heh. One can mimic the body, but the heart cannot be reproduced.
Edgeworth:
(I suppose his own weaknesses cost him in his quest to become a leader.)
Knightley:
Now that Rooke's gone, I'm in charge!
de Killer:
I'm not sure if you're as capable as Rooke was...
Knightley:
Wh-What are you saying!? I'm totally the leader now!
Edgeworth:
(Hmph... perhaps the king and his knight were not so different after all.)
Dogen:
The double believed that the president's only weakness was a woman called Amy. To find the woman, he needed the assistance of someone from this country.
Edgeworth:
So, he joined forced with Blaise...
Dogen:
After determining her whereabouts, he simply waited for the right opportunity.
Kay:
That chance came with the meeting at the orphanage.
Dogen:
Indeed. The director of the orphanage was bribed and brought in as an accomplice.
Edgeworth:
(He must be referring to Patricia Roland.)
Dogen:
Well. Given what I've told you, do you realize the whereabouts of the young acolyte now?
Edgeworth:
You mean the boy who saved you. But, how do you know that he is the mastermind?
Dogen:
...That day, the young one caused a fire at the garden of the orphanage.
Kay:
Ah! You're talking about the kid who started the fire as a prank!
Dogen:
A prank...? Keh heh heh, not at all. On that night 12 years ago, the young acolyte was hiding inside the igloo... It seems he witnessed Patricia Roland and Blaise moving the body from his hiding place. Apparently, he heard them talking during that time. It would seem that they were planning to kill me because I knew the truth. He immediately came to the main hall to tell me that. I learned this about the young acolyte some time later... It seems he was wearing a red raincoat at the time. He led me out of the main hall. And then, the young acolyte... ...said he was going to get rid of our footprints. So he scattered some lamp oil near the igloo over the snow. Then he boldly set the oil ablaze!
Kay:
Ah! No way! So he set the fire in order to...!
Dogen:
All their focus was diverted towards the burning flames. I took the opportunity to escape through the rear exit.
Edgeworth:
So, the boy in the red raincoat is the mastermind behind this case?
Dogen:
Exactly. Isn't that right, Anubis? Yes, boy. Yes it is.
Rebuttal
-- Dogen's Savior --
Dogen:
Certainly, it was I who killed President Huang.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You admitted that rather easily.
Dogen:
These days, I have long grown tired of killing. ...Keh heh heh. But in those halcyon days, I devoted myself to the path of an executioner. If one cannot admit that much, what can he admit? Right, Anubis? Yes, yes, my boy.
Kay:
I feel like he's saying something scary, but it's kind of hard to understand him!
Edgeworth:
This fallen priest is saying he has no feelings about the president's death. (Dogen, the assassin and escaped prisoner. He should be a despicable opponent, but... ...silencing him now would be imprudent. I must keep my composure and let him talk!) I understand your point. ...You killed the president.
Dogen:
That is correct. The aim of my blade never misses its mark.
Dogen:
However, my life was also targeted on that day.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Your life was targeted? You, the assassin?
Kay:
The hunter becomes the hunted. The Buddhist becomes the Buddha.
Edgeworth:
Kay, you don't have to make up strange proverbs.
Dogen:
...Life is transient. Especially for an assassin, whose life is always exposed to danger.
Kay:
So, does that mean people you've tried to kill have fought back?
Dogen:
That is a rare occurrence... However, this was different.
Dogen:
The body double, Blaise, and Patricia all sought to seal my lips.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Sirhan Dogen. You are a master assassin. As such, could you not have evaded an attack from those three and fled the scene...?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. You greatly overestimate me. Without Anubis by my side, I would not even be able to walk about. If those three were to attack me all at once, I would not stand a chance.
Edgeworth:
I see. So even an assassin will fall to superior numbers in a frontal assault.
Dogen:
I suppose one could say that. I, Sirhan Dogen, would have suffered a shameful defeat.
Dogen:
Had I not been reunited with the young acolyte back then, I would have been in danger.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Reunited...? So, when did you first meet with him?
Dogen:
That would be 18 years ago, on the 24th of December.
Edgeworth:
(That is a rather long time ago...)
Dogen:
On that day, our roles were reversed. I saved the young one's life. There was an unusual snowstorm on that day. The temperature was well below freezing. I took Anubis for a walk in the snow. That's when Anubis noticed something and started running. I followed after him and found a car. I had great difficulty opening the door. It had frozen shut. In the back seat... there were two young children, shivering from the cold.
Edgeworth:
Two children?
Dogen:
Had they remained in the car for an hour longer, they surely would have frozen to death. I brought the two of them to a nearby orphanage...
Edgeworth:
(Is there anything about Dogen's story that concerns me?)
There is something
Leads to:
"You didn't get a good look? Then how did you know he was dead?"
Leave him be
Edgeworth:
(I don't think there's anything in particular that stands out...) Dogen, please continue your testimony.
Edgeworth:
(What concerns me is...)
The date
Leads to:
"The 24th of December, 18 years ago... Are you sure about that?"
The number of children
Edgeworth:
There were two children in the car... you're sure of that?
Dogen:
It may have been 18 years ago, but I remember it clearly. There were two children in the car, there is no mistaking it. Does the good prosecutor have a problem with that number?
Edgeworth:
(Right now, the number of children isn't what I have a problem with.)
Dogen:
Are we done talking about this subject yet?
Leads back to:
"(What concerns me is...)"
The model of the car
Edgeworth:
What was the model of the car the children were in?
Dogen:
The model of the car? What would you want to know that for? It was a typical mid-size car, the kind you see everywhere. Other than the freezing children sitting inside, there was nothing unusual about it.
Edgeworth:
(...Looks like the car model is of no real importance.)
Dogen:
Are we done talking about this subject yet?
Leads back to:
"(What concerns me is...)"
Edgeworth:
The 24th of December, 18 years ago... Are you sure about that?
Dogen:
There is no mistake.
Ray:
C-Could that mean...!?
Edgeworth:
(I know... the significance behind that date.) What shows the significance of the date when Dogen found the children?
Present IS-7 Incident Documents
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That day... a certain incident occurred. A sculptor was murdered."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence is connected to that date, isn't it?
Kay:
Ummm... How exactly is it connected?
Dogen:
I don't know what the good prosecutor brought out... ...but I can sense that there is no real connection behind it.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (Dogen saw through it.)
Kay:
Mr. Dogen found the children on December 24th! Let's try looking at the evidence again with that date in mind!
Leads back to:
"(I know... the significance behind that date.)"
Dogen:
But alas, even to this day, I do not know what has become of the young acolyte...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And now you're searching for the boy from all those years ago? Surely, you're not saying you want to thank him for saving you?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh... Well, who knows. However, the young one did save my life. That is the truth. Even Anubis took a liking to him. He would do tricks for him, such as "shake" or "roll over".
Kay:
I thought that the tricks Dogen taught his dog were a little bit different from the norm, though.
Dogen:
You are right about that. For Anubis, "roll over" means first biting the victim's foot...
Kay:
Stop! Stop! Stop! I don't want to hear any more!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh... There is no need to worry, I only showed the young one ordinary tricks.
Edgeworth:
(...Hmm. I get the feeling that Dogen, in his own way, felt indebted to the boy.)
Kay:
Mr. Dogen and that "acolyte" seem to share a complicated relationship, huh.
Edgeworth:
Perhaps there is a hint to the mastermind's motive hidden somewhere in his testimony. Dogen is one of the few people who knows the mastermind first hand... Let's try to draw out as much information as possible from him.
Edgeworth:
That day... a certain incident occurred. A sculptor was murdered.
Kay:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
During that incident, two young boys went missing. The sons of the victim, Isaac Dover, and the culprit, Dane Gustavia...
Ray:
We never did find out where those two boys went after the case 18 years ago...
Dogen:
Oh? They were the sons of a victim and a culprit? It all makes sense now.
Edgeworth:
What makes sense?
Dogen:
One of the youths was bound, so that he could not move.
Kay:
Mr. Dover did it so that Mr. Gustavia's son couldn't come to the contest venue.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Gustavia was using his own son as a taste tester.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh heh. To think that was what transpired. Neither child seemed to recall what had happened.
Edgeworth:
They lost their memories?
Dogen:
The acolyte told me this when we were reunited 12 years ago. The pair were placed in an extreme situation, on the verge of freezing to death... That trauma led them both to suffer from amnesia. Neither could so much as remember his own name.
Kay:
So they didn't even know that they were the sons of Mr. Dover and Mr. Gustavia.
Edgeworth:
Indeed, while we cannot say it conclusively, the probability is quite high. (However, we still don't have enough information to deduce the mastermind's identity...) Dogen... Would you please continue your story?
Dogen:
Keh heh. Very well.
-- Dogen and the "Acolyte" --
Dogen:
I continued my correspondence with the young acolyte even after entering prison.
Recently, that has all come to an abrupt halt, however. It left me quite concerned.
Furthermore, those involved in the crime 12 years ago were all drawn into incidents one by one.
I grew more and more curious. And so I absconded briefly from the prison.
Edgeworth:
Those involved 12 years ago... ...were Patricia Roland, Blaise Debeste, and President Huang's body double.
Kay:
And Ms. Roland was the warden of Mr. Dogen's prison.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. I blackmailed the warden. That woman had tried to kill me. Perhaps the good prosecutor has already deduced the reason?
Edgeworth:
You murdered President Huang... However, the world still believed he was alive. If you were able to prove the president was a fake... ...both Patricia Roland and Blaise Debeste would have been in danger.
Dogen:
That is correct. And I had heard the proof with my own ears.
I'll be waiting in the courtyard of the orphanage at midnight on February 9th. Even if it's just once, I want John to be able to meet you. I'm sorry if I'm being selfish, but... I'll be waiting.
Huang:
...Who might you be? My apologies, but I am presently waiting for someone...
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. I am well aware of that... President Huang. Are you not meeting with your son? However, I do not spill blood needlessly. You may relax. I seek only the president's life.
Huang:
.........It can't be. P-Please wait. I am just about to meet my son for the first time. I'm sure this will be the first and the last time. Please, at least wait until we are finished...
Dogen:
I had thought the president would beg for his life, but he was of a different sort. Officially, the president had no son. However, he shook his head and said... ...this illegitimate son was his, and he intended to recognize him publicly. Furthermore, he claimed that he had already made preparations towards that end... Would that son of his be the boy with horns over there by any chance?
Kay:
Boy... with the horns? Wait, you can see John's horns?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. There is no need to see them. From the moment I escaped from prison until now... ...I have been closely lending an ear to your voices.
Edgeworth:
(He said that the president made "preparations" towards recognizing his son... ...but the word "preparations" alone would be insufficient for blackmail.) ........That's it!
Lang:
There was one thing that could prove Huang's words: the will held by the House of Lang. It was also proof of his trust in us. His son's existence would've been revealed to the world.
Dogen:
The name on the recording, the mention of preparations, and the will in Zheng Fa... Keh heh heh. Together, they sufficed to make the Warden bow to my words.
Edgeworth:
(With those three pieces of information, one could prove the identity of the double... ...by using John!)
John:
..........
Dogen:
The president blocked the first strike of my knife with something soft. As pieces of it fell atop the snow, I struck once more. This time, the blow proved fatal.
Edgeworth:
(So Dogen cut off the Moozilla doll's horn...)
Dogen:
None but I heard his final words. Only myself and that child knew of the president's secret son.
Rebuttal
-- Dogen and the "Acolyte" --
Dogen:
I continued my correspondence with the young acolyte even after entering prison.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
In other words, you contacted him from prison?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. That is correct. A post-office box was used.
Kay:
A post-office box...?
Edgeworth:
It would allow one to send and receive letters without revealing the recipient's location.
Dogen:
I could not use a form of correspondence that would reveal the acolyte's location. ...There was someone keeping watch over my correspondences, after all.
Edgeworth:
(He must mean the prison warden... Patricia Roland.) Could you be more specific about the nature of your correspondences?
Dogen:
Well. They were mainly moves from my correspondence chess matches.
Kay:
C-Correspondence chess? If I recall, the person you were playing against...
Edgeworth:
This might be hard to believe... but Dogen's chess opponent was...
Kay:
Ah! Are you saying he was playing against Mr. Knightley? Wasn't it Horace Knightley?
Edgeworth:
We certainly found the correspondence chess memo in Knightley's cell.
Correspondence Chess Memo jotted down in my Organizer.
Ray:
Does that mean... Knightley-boy was the kid from the IS-7 Incident?
Edgeworth:
(Could... that really be true? Is there any evidence connecting Knightley to the IS-7 Incident?)
Present Knightley's Mementos
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"(This was all that Knightley left behind. Could there be a clue hidden within?)"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields. I'd like you to take a look at this piece of evidence.
Ray:
What about it? Are you saying it's evidence that connects Knightley-boy to the IS-7 Incident? Uncle Ray doesn't think it has anything to do with the incident at all, though.
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (Perhaps I should think it over one more time?)
Ray:
Why don't you look over Knightley-boy's belongings one more time? Something related to the IS-7 Incident just might pop out!
Edgeworth:
(Knightley's belongings, huh? Let's look over them one more time...)
Edgeworth:
(This was all that Knightley left behind. Could there be a clue hidden within? Which should I investigate? The ring or the chessboard...?)
The ring
Leads to:
"This ring is...!"
The chessboard
Edgeworth:
(Obviously, we should investigate the chessboard.)
Ray:
Huh? Miles, what are you doing taking out the chessboard? Are you saying it's evidence that connects Knightley-boy to the IS-7 Incident? Uncle Ray doesn't think the chessboard has anything to do with the IS-7 Incident.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (He may be right... In that case, the only piece of evidence left to investigate is...)
Leads to:
"This ring is...!"
Edgeworth:
This ring is...!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, what is it?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields, please take a look at this ring!
Ray:
Th-This pattern is... It's Pierre Hoquet's!
Edgeworth:
I thought so... He had Mr. Dover's seal turned into a ring. However, why would he have this? Shouldn't it have been held by the police as evidence from the IS-7 Incident?
Ray:
After the incident, the seal was returned to the victim's next-of-kin. And Mr. Dover's only family was his son. But since no one knew where the son had gone to, it took a while to get it to him. I'd heard that the police had finally found him and delivered his inheritance, but...
Edgeworth:
...So the seal was thereby safely delivered to his son. And then, he turned the seal into a ring and wore it on his person.
Knightley's Mementos data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
So... Mr. Knightley was Mr. Dover's son...
Ray:
The police aren't fools. I'm sure they did a thorough check before handing over the seal.
Kay:
If someone involved in the IS-7 Incident was his chess opponent...
Lang:
Knightley, huh. Then that man must be the mastermind behind this case!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But, Knightley is dead! He cannot be involved in this incident.
Ray:
How about that. The only one who could be the mastermind was himself a murder victim...?
Kay:
But a dead guy can't be the culprit! So there's no way that's right!
Edgeworth:
(It certainly is strange... In that case, who is the culprit?)
Add statement:
"Writing letters in braille can be a rather enjoyable pastime."
Press (after fully pressing this statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That was your means of playing correspondence chess. You used chess notation for your moves.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh... as expected, the good prosecutor has done a thorough investigation.
Kay:
His chess opponent was Horace Knightley, right?
Edgeworth:
The ring Knightley wore... Mr. Shields, please have a close look at it.
Ray:
Yeah, there's no mistake. This is the evidence from the IS-7 Incident. The police found Mr. Dover's son and returned it to him. If you're saying that the son was Knightley, then... ...the acolyte, who was Dogen's chess opponent and the mastermind, was Knightley?
Edgeworth:
No, Knightley has already been murdered. He cannot be at the center of the incident. There is no doubt that the mastermind is still hiding somewhere out there.
Kay:
...Well then, Mr. Dogen. Sorry to have kept you waiting.
Dogen:
Hmm... that was a rather interesting tale. Wasn't it, Anubis? I shall continue my story about the acolyte. Our longstanding chess match continued...
Edgeworth:
(It seems she's not much good with the assassin's dog.)
Dogen:
Good boy, good boy, there's a good boy. ...So then. At any rate, my correspondence with the acolyte suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
Dogen:
Recently, that has all come to an abrupt halt, however. It left me quite concerned.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It came to a halt? Now, of all times?
Dogen:
Quite odd, is it not? Anubis told me again and again how odd it was.
Kay:
That scary dog talked? Was he like, "Something's odd, woof!"?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. I can understand Anubis's heart, even if he does not voice his thoughts.
Kay:
Umm... Then, there's something I'd like to ask, just in case. Your scary dog's staring at me right now... He's not saying, "I'm hungry. I want some meat", right?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh... Perhaps.
Kay:
P... Perhaps... Aaaaah... M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(It seems she's not much good with the assassin's dog.)
Dogen:
Good boy, good boy, there's a good boy. ...So then. At any rate, my correspondence with the acolyte suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
Dogen:
Furthermore, those involved in the crime 12 years ago were all drawn into incidents one by one.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That certainly does seem too much for a mere coincidence. The body double of Di-Jun Huang, the president of Zheng Fa faked an assassination plot. Patricia Roland, the prison warden, murdered Horace Knightley. And Blaise Debeste, the Chairman of the P.I.C, murdered Jill Crane. (Come to think of it, as I have been investigating these cases... ...I have felt the presence of some force behind the scenes.)
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. Even within the prison, I could tell that this was no insignificant event.
Dogen:
I grew more and more curious. And so I absconded briefly from the prison.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You absconded briefly from prison? I cannot forgive such a criminal act!
Kay:
You stole your way out of prison? I cannot forgive such a thieving act!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh... Relax. No one was hurt. I merely have connections that allow me to set foot outside.
Gumshoe:
B-But even so, you can't just escape from prison, pal! Arrest him! Arrest him!
Dogen:
That won't be necessary. Once my business is done, I shall return to my cell.
Lang:
...You trying to make fools of us? A prison isn't the kind of place you can just enter and leave at will!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. The Wolf may say that... ...but one can see that the Wolf and his pack also share an interest in the tales of my past.
Lang:
Tch...!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, Detective Gumshoe. There are still a few things I must ask Dogen. Please postpone matters until then.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I knew you'd say that, Mr. Edgeworth!
Lang:
Dammit all... But I'm not taking my eye off you for a second!
Dogen:
Writing letters in braille can be a rather enjoyable pastime.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but you wrote your letters in braille?
Dogen:
Indeed. For I possess the tools necessary to write in braille.
Kay:
Wow. So you need to use tools to write in braille. I never knew.
Edgeworth:
Then, would you please tell us what you wrote?
Dogen:
Everything. Letters, of course, and also the movements of the chess pieces.
Edgeworth:
(He wrote the movements of the chess pieces by hand? That statement is... intriguing.)
Kay:
So then, how does your handmade dog piece move?
Edgeworth:
Kay, that question can wait. So then... what did you do when the letters stopped coming?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh... Within the prison, I grew increasingly concerned about the acolyte's whereabouts.
Present Correspondence Chess Memo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'm certain you said... You wrote your letters in braille."
Kay:
OK, OK... Umm... But even so, I don't really get it. Who exactly is this "acolyte"?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Dogen himself has not yet made that clear. (What's important is the thread connecting Dogen and this "acolyte": their correspondence. And not just the letters. We should pay attention to the means that was used as well.)
Edgeworth:
I'm certain you said... You wrote your letters in braille.
Dogen:
Correct. The good prosecutor must know that I am lacking in sight, do you not?
Edgeworth:
The correspondence chess letter we found had been typed out using a word processor.
Dogen:
What? That... cannot be.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean...?
Kay:
So, someone went of their way to retype the letters on a computer?
Edgeworth:
Could another person have acted as a middleman between Dogen and Knightley?
Kay:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Dogen wrote his letters in braille. However... ...by the time it reached Knightley, it had been rewritten on a word processor. ...We must assume that some middleman rewrote those letters.
Ray:
And the reverse can also be said. That same somebody might've taken the letters Knightley wrote and redelivered them to Dogen.
Edgeworth:
Yes, that is indeed true.
Correspondence Chess Memo updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Knightley and Dogen both communicated through a certain individual... Dogen, were the letters that reached you...
Dogen:
They were in braille, of course.
Ray:
So Knightley-boy's letters must have been transposed by that same person as well.
Dogen:
Oh...? Then that somebody must be...
Edgeworth:
...the mastermind behind the case.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You're saying there's someone else who's the mastermind behind this case!? Then who the hell is it!?
Edgeworth:
Dover's son, Knightley, is already deceased. In that case, there is one more youth that we should consider to be the mastermind.
Lang:
You mean, Dane Gustavia's son...? But, who the heck is he?
Edgeworth:
(If Knightley is Dover's son, then Gustavia's son must be...)
???:
Well, we're the only friends either of us has had since childhood... He was... the same as me. We never had real families.
Edgeworth:
(It can't be... could it? Could it really be him?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, what is it? You've gone all pale!
Edgeworth:
I've figured it out... ...The identity of the mastermind who's been controlling this case from the shadows!
Kay:
Whaaaat!? Who in the world is it!?
Edgeworth:
I don't want to believe it myself... but it is someone we know quite well. The mastermind is...!
Present Simon Keyes profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"(This was all that Knightley left behind. Could there be a clue hidden within?)"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
Whaaat!? That person is the mastermind!? But, according to what we've been saying, something seems kinda wrong...
Edgeworth:
...Naturally. This person has no relation to the mastermind, after all.
Kay:
Are they related or not!? Please take this more seriously!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (I have to think carefully... Knightley is Dover's son. In that case, Gustavia's son is...)
Regina:
Mr. Knightley was his only childhood friend.
Edgeworth:
(It must be this person!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Who is the mastermind behind this case?
Leads back to:
"The mastermind is...!"
Edgeworth:
(The mastermind behind this case... ...sent a letter to Jill Crane, which deceived Blaise. Furthermore, he kidnapped John and eavesdropped on us. However, of all his actions, the one I have not been able to get out of my mind... ...is how he brought an unconscious Kay to the roof.) ...............The Giant Monster.
Kay:
Huh? ...Did you just say something?
Edgeworth:
(That's right. The key to exposing the mastermind... is in the monster's true form.)
Simon:
Ah... I-I almost forgot! Um, if you'd like... Please come to our next show! I-I'll also... be performing in it.
Regina:
The Berry Big Circus is always fabulous and fun for all ages!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift, there is something I would like to ask of you.
Nicole:
Wh-What! Ya mean me?
Edgeworth:
You said that you recorded the sound of Moozilla spewing flames.
Edgeworth:
...Would this decisive evidence of yours be something you recorded on that tape recorder?
Nicole:
That's Mr. Edgeworth for ya! Yer good at figurin' things out, aren't ya!? It's the sound of Moozilla spewin' out fire. This place nearly became a sea of flames!
Nicole:
That's right. I ain't actually seen it with my own eyes, though...
Edgeworth:
Could you let us listen to the tape?
Nicole:
Sure thing. ...There we go!
Edgeworth:
(This sound, it's as I thought...! So, it seems that my reasoning was correct. The true nature of the monster and the mastermind... all of my logic is coming together!) Ms. Hart! You said that you captured a giant eye on film, did you not?
Lotta:
Sure did, right here in this photo.
Edgeworth:
(Though we cannot confirm it like this...) Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Lend us your film analysis device!
Gumshoe:
OK, but... What do you want to analyze, sir?
Edgeworth:
This photo, please!
Gumshoe:
I'm on it!
Edgeworth:
(Is there a new clue in this photo?)
Present giant eyeball (after zooming)
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Th-This is...!"
Present Jill Crane
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Kay:
I can't really tell since the person is wearing a raincoat... ...but, this should be Ms. Crane before she died, right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. She was Mr. Cameron's love interest. He was murdered 12 years ago.
Kay:
And she was murdered while investigating the mysteries of that past case... I'm sure she must've been very sad and frustrated by all that happened... We're... gonna finish what Ms. Crane set out to do! Right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That was my intention all along. Just leave it to me.
Leads back to:
"(Is there a new clue in this photo?)"
Present ladder
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Kay:
Ah! It's a ladder! We climbed up this ladder earlier, right!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, we did. (...Countless times since yesterday.)
Kay:
Take a look at this ladder... It's not bad, per se, but you can see how the gap between the steps is a little too wide. And these handrails would be way easier to grasp if they were just a bit more rounded. And also, the steps don't fell quite right when you're climbing on them for some reason. Hmm. I don't want to be too critical, so I'll give it around... 198 points!
Edgeworth:
(...Out of what?)
Leads back to:
"(Is there a new clue in this photo?)"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Leads back to:
"(Is there a new clue in this photo?)"
Gumshoe:
Th-This is...!
Lotta:
See!? Ain't the Moozilla's eye right where I said it would be!?
Edgeworth:
Heh... I see. I have finally grasped... ...the true form of the giant monster that was being controlled by the mastermind!
Lotta:
.......G
Nicole:
.....G-G
Gumshoe:
...G-G-G
Kay:
Giant Monster!?
Hold it!
Lotta:
A-Are ya admittin' it? You are, ain't ya!? Yer admittin' that the Mighty Moozilla is real!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
No... This is not Moozilla. This is the eye of a different monster. Please have a look at this.
Kay:
It's a flyer for the Berry Big Circus...? Aah! Th-This is...!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. There is a rather large balloon with the head of a lion pictured here. This balloon is the true identity of the Giant Monster! In addition, the sound Ms. Swift recorded, which she believes to be Moozilla spewing flames...
Hold it!
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor... don't tell me, yer gonna say somethin' that'll shatter my dreams of a scoop...
Gumshoe:
Hot air balloons fly by using burners to hear the air, right, sir?
Edgeworth:
Precisely, Detective. The mastermind used this monster of his... ...to bring Kay to the rooftop of the Grand Tower without using the elevator!
Kay:
Wouldn't that mean... that the mastermind is someone connected to the circus?
Ray:
He's a member of the circus, Knightley's friend, and... Dane Gustavia's son. Wh... Who'd have thunk it...!?
Edgeworth:
An apprentice beast tamer? Heh..... He's no amateur. For the beast he has tamed is none other than this entire case! Simon Keyes! He is the mastermind behind this whole incident!
Kay:
M-Mr. Keyes... was really behind it all...? N-No way...! I don't believe it! I mean, we trusted him! How could it all have been a lie!? That's just... heartbreaking...
Edgeworth:
Kay.....
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hm...? What is it?
John:
Hey, you! Stop! Where do you think you're going!?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh heh... The boy with horns is rather perceptive. ...The good prosecutor has done a remarkable job. Now that I have heard that, I have no further business here.
Edgeworth:
What... Wait! Dogen!
Grrr... *ruff, ruff!*
Lang:
Dammit! Where'd he vanish to!?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Are you OK!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'm fine. However...
John:
.....That guy...!
Edgeworth:
...John?
John:
That Dogen guy... he's the one who killed my dad, right?
Edgeworth:
(There is no question more difficult to answer. However...) There's no use in denying the truth. Yes, John... You are correct.
John:
He'll pay for this... I swear he's gonna pay...! I... I'll make him pay myse...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
John! You mustn't finish that thought! ...Prosecutor Edgeworth. Please pay us no mind.
Edgeworth:
......
Gumshoe:
Sir! I've put out an APB on Dogen! All available police units will be searching for him!
Lang:
...You heard the man, kid. I don't mean to be heartless, but we need to hurry, too. So Mr. Prosecutor, where's the mastermind right now?
Edgeworth:
...Agent Lang is right. Our top priority right now should be catching the mastermind. He said he would be practicing. He is most likely at the Berry Big Circus tent. But first... Agent Lang, I have a request.
Lang:
A request...? What is it?
Edgeworth:
Now that we've identified the Giant Monster, our next order of business... is to capture it. The moment we arrive at the tent, I need you to locate that specific item posthaste. And Detective, I ask that you perform a follow-up investigation on the kidnapping incident.
Gumshoe:
Roger that, sir!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. I wanna help out too!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. In that case, you'll be in charge of calling for backup. If he is truly the mastermind, we may require assistance from a certain someone... (I met him so many times, yet his facade always fooled me into sympathy. He may have got the better of me in the past... but this time, I'll settle it once and for all!)
To be continued.
April 6, 5:30 PMBerry Big CircusStorage Tent
Regina:
Ah! Mr. Edgeworth!
Simon:
Are you guys here for the show?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes... Ms. Berry...
Simon:
You're a little early... I'm sorry, but we're still getting ready... But, I'm so happy you came! You remembered our promise!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I remembered... You asked us to come and see the show when you gave me this.
Simon:
...I'm so happy you came! Please enjoy yourselves! I'm sure my performance will surprise you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Your "performance" has already surprised me, Mr. Keyes.
Simon:
..........
Regina:
Umm. But he hasn't performed yet...
Edgeworth:
Regina. Please have a look at this photo. Is this balloon the property of the Berry Big Circus?
Regina:
Ah! I-It is! Did you see it flying around somewhere?
Edgeworth:
It's highly likely that this balloon was used by the culprit in the case we are investigating.
Regina:
Huh!?
Edgeworth:
Who is in charge of the balloon?
Regina:
Well, th-that would be S-Simon, but... A-Are you saying...!?
Simon:
.........
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes. You flew this balloon in the middle of the night. Did you not?
Simon:
...I do occasionally practice alone at night. I'm not much of a pilot though. I'm... a little clumsy.
Edgeworth:
Heh. So for practice, you'll do something as challenging as flying a balloon at night? Wouldn't that be rather difficult for someone who is clumsy and "not much of a pilot"?
Simon:
Then... what do you think I was doing, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
You brought Kay to the roof of the Grand Tower... ...in order to frame her for the murder of Jill Crane! Not a single security camera recorded Kay using the elevator. Therefore, the only way she could have gotten up there was through flight. And the only one who could have flown her up there... was you, Mr. Keyes.
Simon:
No way... Mr. Edgeworth, how can you say that?
Edgeworth:
That's not all. You drugged John at the garbage pickup, and kidnapped him. Wasn't that why you were late when you came to watch the trial of Patricia Roland?
Simon:
No way... I have no idea what you're saying. There's no way I could do things like that. Please believe me... Mr. Edgeworth, please!
Edgeworth:
I wanted to believe you. However... you have broken that trust yourself!
Simon:
Th... That's horrible. Why would you say that? Didn't you once say that you would trust me? That you'd believe in me?
Kay:
Don't you worry about that. We're your allies! That's because... we're like birds of a feather! Right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(Birds of a feather, huh? ...I suppose that's true.) We have sufficient information about your past. I doubt you had a motive to kill Knightley. Rather, you are probably the most affected by his death. And I doubt someone as timid as you could work up the courage to murder someone. Alright. I'll get you out of here. ...We'll believe in you.
Simon:
I'm so sad... Those words were all lies...
Kay:
I-It wasn't a lie! We really did trust you...!
Simon:
Kay, even you? You said we were like birds of a feather, and yet... I'm hurt, Kay. You've hurt me deeply...
Kay:
I-I-I... oooooh... Hey, Mr. Edgeworth. Maybe Simon isn't a bad guy after all...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I see. So that's how you operate. I understand now, all too well. No matter who you face, you find an emotional weakness and exploit it. You guide each person towards the outcome you desire, without them even noticing it. That... is how you were able to mastermind the entire case!
Simon:
........
Edgeworth:
I may have fallen for your tricks before... but, not this time. Simon Keyes. I indict you!
Simon:
...........Hmm. So, it's come to this after all. You were always so full of confidence, Mr. Edgeworth. But, I rather like that. Because now... I can rip that confidence to shreds. Hah... Good work, everyone.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh..... His personality has completely changed!) So, the animal tamer who could not tame animals... That was all a facade. This is the real Simon Keyes.
Regina:
S-Simon! That's not... true, is it!?
Simon:
Truth or lie... What difference does it make?
Regina:
Huh!?
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth's just made me a little upset, that's all. Keh heh heh heh. ...You'll take responsibility for upsetting me, right?
-- Balloon Practice --
Simon:
It's true. I practiced with the balloon two nights ago.
That photo must have been taken when the balloon and I passed near the building.
I often fly around that area for advertising purposes.
There's nothing unusual about that, right?
Edgeworth:
You often fly around the Grand Tower in the balloon?
Simon:
Yeah. Even the circus needs to advertise.
Edgeworth:
Regina, is that true?
Regina:
Y-Yup. It was Simon's job to advertise using the balloon. Most people who live around here should have seen it.
Edgeworth:
That balloon was used in the crime we were investigating.
Simon:
Like I said, it's just a coincidence. I simply happened to pass by the Grand Tower when that photo was taken.
Edgeworth:
I shall determine whether or not it was a coincidence after I hear your full story.
Rebuttal
-- Balloon Practice --
Simon:
It's true. I practiced with the balloon two nights ago.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was the balloon launched from this tent?
Simon:
There's a nice, big park near the Sunshine Coliseum. I always launch the balloon there.
Edgeworth:
I see. In that case, how do you transport the balloon to the park?
Simon:
Well, it's too heavy to carry by hand. It weighs several hundred pounds. And yet, it can fly in the sky... Amazing, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
I asked you how you transported it. Now answer the question.
Simon:
Aww, I can't even make some small talk...? You're mean, Mr. Edgeworth. I used a truck. The balloon is loaded onto the back of the truck.
Edgeworth:
A truck...?
Simon:
Yeah. The last time I took the truck and the balloon out was two days ago.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. I cannot overlook that piece of testimony...!)
Add statement:
"The last time I took the truck and the balloon out was two days ago."
Simon:
The last time I took the truck and the balloon out was two days ago.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Allow me to confirm... You haven't driven the truck since then?
Simon:
Do you really need to confirm that? I mean, I just said it five seconds ago.
Edgeworth:
Answer the question. Or would it be inconvenient for you to do so?
Simon:
Ha ha. That's a pretty weak provocation, coming from you, Mr. Edgeworth! What could be inconvenient about something I've already said? Fine, I get it... That truck has been parked behind the dressing rooms since two days ago. And the balloon and basket are still inside. Is there a problem?
Edgeworth:
There's no problem. I simply wanted to express my thanks for that piece of testimony. (So the truck was parked here for the past two days... Heh! That was exactly what I wanted to hear, Mr. Keyes!)
Simon:
...May I continue? So then, regarding the balloon...
}}
Present Blue Truck
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The truck you put the balloon into. Was it blue, by any chance?"
Simon:
That photo must have been taken when the balloon and I passed near the building.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You're saying it was simply a coincidence that you were photographed near the tower?
Simon:
Ah, I get it. I know how you operate now, Mr. Edgeworth. You'll insist that a coincidence is impossible until you get your way. When you say it like that, everything will inevitably go your way! How scary!
Kay:
Ugh! You're wrong! Mr. Edgeworth isn't like that...
Edgeworth:
Kay, calm down. He's only trying to provoke an emotional response. He intends to goad us into losing our focus, in order to derail the topic at hand. ...Now, why do you think he would do that?
Kay:
Umm, because he's a clown...? No, I mean, because he's trying to hide something, I guess?
Edgeworth:
Exactly, Kay. We must not let up on him. However, we must continue to keep our composure... Understand?
Kay:
Yep! So, Simon. Allow me, as the assistant, to ask you a question! When you passed by the Grand Tower at that precise moment, was it really just a coincidence?
Simon:
...We could've just left things at that. But... ...for the sake of your assistant, I shall explain my reason for being there.
Simon:
I often fly around that area for advertising purposes.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, in addition to advertising with the balloon, maintaining the balloon is also your job. Am I wrong?
Simon:
You're a real stickler for the details, y'know. Yeah, that's right. Ask the boss if you want. ...Right, Boss?
Regina:
Yup. Simon is in charge of cleaning and fixing and all that stuff with the balloon. I don't think anyone besides Simon has used the balloon for a while now.
Edgeworth:
(...Hmm. That confirms he was the one riding the balloon in the photo taken two days ago. However, if he is the mastermind, he must have used it today as well. Am I able to prove that?)
Simon:
Looks like you're deep in thought... Is it really that hard to comprehend? Hot air balloons fly in the sky. And in other news, the sky is blue and the grass is green.
Simon:
There's nothing unusual about that, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I wonder about that. You flew the balloon in the middle of the night, eerily close to a certain other incident... Would you say there's nothing strange about that, as well?
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth, isn't that like a really leading question? Won't you please stop being such a naughty prosecutor? It's kind of downer. It's a clown's job to put smiles on people's faces, after all.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... He ducks and weaves around my questions skillfully. Very well. In that case, I will simply have to make use of a more direct attack!)
Edgeworth:
(We still don't know much about the balloon. In any case, I must draw out more information...)
Edgeworth:
The truck you put the balloon into. Was it blue, by any chance?
Simon:
Blue? So what if it is?
Edgeworth:
Today, we saw a blue truck carrying a large basket. If that truck just so happened to be yours... ...then your claims that you last used it two days ago becomes a lie.
Simon:
........
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! Ema!
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth! I've finally found you! I've been searching for you ever since the incident yesterday! I dashed right over after Kay contacted me just a little while ago!
Lang:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. The thing you were looking for. I've found it. It was placed in a blue truck at the dressing room parking lot.
Lion Balloon data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
A blue truck... as I suspected. That truck is, without a doubt, the one I saw today.
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
There are a number of blue trucks out there, you know? Who's to say you're not mistaking it for a different one?
Kay:
It's definitely that one! I got a good look at it!
Edgeworth?:
Objection!
Kay:
Huh? Mr. Edgeworth, was that...?
Edgeworth:
I-It wasn't me...!
Simon:
"Kay. Words have no strength without evidence to back them up."
Kay:
Ah! That's Mr. Edgeworth's voice!
Simon:
"Evidence! Present evidence!"
Edgeworth:
(Do I have any evidence... ...to prove that this was the truck I saw today?)
Kay:
Huh? What's wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Why are you touching the truck?
Edgeworth:
The truck's body is cold to the touch. It seems to have been parked here for some time.
Kay:
You can figure all that out just by touching it!?
Edgeworth:
What could prove that this is the truck I saw...?
Looking for bloodstains
Edgeworth:
I'd like to check to see if there are any bloodstains left on the truck.
Simon:
Bloodstains? What's the point of looking for bloodstains? Even if there's a luminol reaction, it's not like it will prove anything, right?
Kay:
I don't really see a point in looking for bloodstains either, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (I'd better come up with something else.)
Simon:
It's not like our brilliant prosecutor to spout out such nonsense. As I thought, there isn't any evidence at all, is there?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Is there really no evidence?
Edgeworth:
(If this truck is the same as the one I saw today...)
Kay:
Huh? What's wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Why are you touching the truck?
Edgeworth:
The truck's body is cold to the touch. It seems to have been parked here for some time.
Kay:
You can figure all that out just by touching it!?
Edgeworth:
(Then there must have been something left in the truck!)
Leads back to:
"What could prove that this is the truck I saw...?"
Dusting for fingerprints
Leads to:
"I'd like to dust the truck for fingerprints."
Using a metal detector
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Please let me use your metal detector.
Kay:
.......... Gummy isn't here! Didn't you ask him to investigate something else for you!?
Edgeworth:
Ack! (I'd completely forgotten...)
Simon:
Using a metal detector on a truck, you sure say some funny things. The whole truck is made of metal. Of course you would get a reaction!
Edgeworth:
Mmph! (I'll have to think of some other way...)
Simon:
It's not like our brilliant prosecutor to spout out such nonsense. As I thought, there isn't any evidence at all, is there?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Is there really no evidence?
Edgeworth:
(If this truck is the same as the one I saw today...)
Kay:
Huh? What's wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Why are you touching the truck?
Edgeworth:
The truck's body is cold to the touch. It seems to have been parked here for some time.
Kay:
You can figure all that out just by touching it!?
Edgeworth:
(Then there must have been something left in the truck!)
Leads back to:
"What could prove that this is the truck I saw...?"
Edgeworth:
I'd like to dust the truck for fingerprints.
Simon:
Eh!? Fingerprints? What for? I don't see any point in that!
Edgeworth:
A certain person's fingerprints should be left on this truck. And these fingerprints will prove this truck was parked in front of the Grand Tower today! (Whose fingerprints prove this truck was in front of the tower?)
Miles' fingerprints
Leads to:
"Edgeworth...? Your fingerprints?"
Simon's fingerprints
Simon:
My fingerprints? Wouldn't they be all over the truck anyways? After all, I'm the one who drives the truck! Finding my fingerprints on it doesn't prove a thing!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (I guess he has a point...)
Kay:
We're looking for whoever left fingerprints on the truck in front of the tower, right? In that case, there's only one person it could be!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It's obvious who must have touched it.
Leads back to:
"(Whose fingerprints prove this truck was in front of the tower?)"
Lotta's fingerprints
Lotta:
Eh!? Yer sayin' they're MY fingerprints...!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. We should be able to find your fingerprints on the truck. You touched the truck when it was in front of the tower, did you not?
Lotta:
I hate to break it to ya, but... ...I... don't reckon I ever touched that truck at all.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (It seems I was mistaken...)
Kay:
We're looking for whoever left fingerprints on the truck in front of the tower, right? In that case, there's only one person it could be!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It's obvious who must have touched it.
Leads back to:
"(Whose fingerprints prove this truck was in front of the tower?)"
Simon:
Edgeworth...? Your fingerprints?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Earlier today, I touched a truck at the plaza in front of the Grand Tower. I'd like to dust for my prints. Ema, might I request a scientific investigation?
Ema:
That's what I'm here for! Just leave it to me! Alright, we're all set! Go ahead, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Wait... You want me to do it?
Ema:
Of course. Who else but Mr. Edgeworth would be up to the task? Here, I'll show you how it's done!
Edgeworth:
Umm... Alright, then. (You're the scientist, why don't you just do it yourself...?)
Ema:
First, we sprinkle some aluminum powder over the area you want to investigate. Like this.
Edgeworth:
(Touch the screen to sprinkle the aluminum powder.)
Ema:
The powder will adhere to the fingerprints, so once you've sprinkled enough... ...you blow it away!
Edgeworth:
Blow it away?
Ema:
Yeah, just blow on it, with your breath. Fwooosh.
Edgeworth:
(Blow the powder away by blowing into the microphone.)
Ema:
Got it?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I think so. (I guess we'll do it for real this time...)
Ema:
Just so you know, the key point is to sprinkle the powder all over.
Obtain fingerprint
Leads to:
"We got one! That's a nice, clean fingerprint!"
Ema:
We got one! That's a nice, clean fingerprint!
Edgeworth:
Let's run the prints against mine posthaste.
Ema:
Alright! Just leave it to me! These are definitely your fingerprints, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Well, it seems to me that we have just proven your statement to be a lie.
Simon:
Ugh!
Lang:
What were you doing when you were driving this truck around?
Simon:
Just... taking it for a joyride?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Kay was abducted two nights ago. Your balloon was sighted not far from the scene. Today, there was another kidnapping, in which a garbage truck was used... ...and once again, your truck was seen nearby.
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
This all sounds like nothing more than a pure coincidence to me...
Edgeworth:
So it was pure coincidence that you parked near two separate kidnappings? I doubt that. You were involved in both kidnappings, weren't you?
Simon:
Isn't it a bit rash to automatically assume that the two kidnappings were connected?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
And what if I had evidence to prove that the two crimes were performed by the same culprit?
Simon:
Oh! You're serious!? I can't wait to hear this!
Edgeworth:
What did Kay and John's kidnappings have in common?
Present Sleeping Drugs
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Kay was knocked out with a powerful sleeping drug."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence shows that the same culprit was behind both kidnappings!
Simon:
Oh? And just what part of that evidence shows that, exactly?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. I'd say... around here?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Try to sound a bit more confident, will ya!?
Simon:
Gyahahaha! You don't actually have a clue what you're talking about, do you?
Edgeworth:
...Ugh! (He saw through me...)
Kay:
If the same culprit was behind both kidnapping cases, he must have used the same method... Let's look at the evidence related to the kidnappings again!
Edgeworth:
Right. Perhaps then all will become clear.
Simon:
What's wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Run out of evidence?
Edgeworth:
No. I have evidence, and I can prove that the culprit in both kidnappings was the same!
Leads back to:
"What did Kay and John's kidnappings have in common?"
Edgeworth:
Kay was knocked out with a powerful sleeping drug. And a bottle of sleeping drugs was found lying in the place where John was confined. The contents of the bottle were a match with the drugs used on Kay.
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
......So that's all you've got, huh? And here I was, getting my hopes up. So the same sleeping drugs were used. So what? You think that connects the two incidents? Surely, you must realize it yourself? That doesn't prove a thing.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! (Th-There must be something... Evidence that proves he is connected to those cases...!)
Simon:
The police, prosecutors, and even you, Mr. Edgeworth. In the end, you're all the same. You make up evidence as you see fit, just so you can send some poor soul to prison. Isn't there someone like that here? A poor soul who was wrongly accused in the past?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You're wrong! Wh... Who would do such a thing!?
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Then show me the evidence! If you're going to accuse me of a crime, it's only natural!
Edgeworth:
(Ngh......... It's no use. I can't seem to find any other threads linking him to the kidnappings...!)
Simon:
Now then. Have you finally run out of ammo, Mr. Edgeworth? I still have preparations to make at the circus, so if you'll excuse me...
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
Now, now, you two... No need to get so heated. And Simon... You're looking good in that clown makeup!
Simon:
H-Hey, what's your deal!? Don't just butt in like that...
Ray:
Uncle Ray's not so good in such a stiff environment. I mean, why so serious, right? Hey, Kay! How about a little trick?
Kay:
At last, my moment has arrived! The Great Kay Faraday presents... a Simon impression! "O-Objectiooon...!"
Simon:
Wha... Wh-Why you! Enough already!
Ray:
...Psst. Hey, Miles. I'm buying you some time to get all your ducks in a row. There's probably a better way to stall for time than this, but whatevs. Woo! Nice one, Kay!
Edgeworth:
(I'm not so sure about this method, either... ...but I have to find something that connects Simon to the case... And I need to find it now! Is there evidence not related to the kidnapping that's connected to the mastermind's identity? That's it...! The mastermind is the same person as the young acolyte Dogen was looking for. If I can just connect the young acolyte to Simon... Which piece of evidence could be connected with the mastermind's true identity...?)
Present Correspondence Chess Memo
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Knightley and Dogen both communicated through a certain individual..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I've found it...! This is the evidence that connects you to the case!
Simon:
Really, now? That's interesting. Well then, show me how it's connected!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Leave it to me. If you hold it like this, and turn it this way...
Kay:
"Too baaad! Epic fall, Mr. Edgewooorth!"
Edgeworth:
Gwooooh! (Wh-Whose side are you on, anyways...? Something... I have to find something! It simply must exist! Evidence that shows the mastermind is connected to those involved in this case...!)
Leads back to:
"(Which piece of evidence could be connected with the mastermind's true identity...?)"
Edgeworth:
Knightley and Dogen both communicated through a certain individual...
Dogen:
Oh...? Then that somebody must be...
Edgeworth:
...the mastermind behind the case.
Edgeworth:
(That's it... The mastermind played a role in the correspondence chess... If I can prove that it was Simon, then...!)
Simon:
That's enough. I can't stomach any more of your sorry excuse for a performance. If you have no more objections, then I ask that you let me get back to preparing for the show.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Thank you for the help, Mr. Shields. (Though you may have taken it a little too far...)
Ray:
You sure look happy. I take it you've found something?
Kay:
"Look at me! I'm Zimon! Zimon ze Klown...! Ze funny, funny klown!"
Edgeworth:
Kay, you can stop now. Now then... Mr. Keyes. Do you happen to like chess?
Simon:
Hmph. That was rather out-of-the-blue. But since you asked, I can't say that I dislike chess.
Edgeworth:
The mastermind played correspondence chess with Sirhan Dogen.
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
If I recall, it was Knightley who had been playing chess with Dogen, wasn't it? Are you saying that he was the mastermind?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There was no way Knightley could have been the mastermind. The reason being... ...the mastermind had continued to work behind the scenes even after Knightley's death. That being the case, who could have written this letter? I believe someone acted as the middleman between Dogen and Knightley.
Simon:
So, you're saying that you think I'm the middleman? Ha ha ha! And just why would I have to go to all that trouble and do something like that?
Edgeworth:
Most likely, to make it appear as if there was a connection between Knightley and Dogen. And, as a result... Knightley was killed by Patricia Roland.
Kay:
N-No way! Are you saying it was all set up so that he would be killed by her!?
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
What are you saying!? There's no way I could manipulate a person that far! Look at me! It takes all I have just to get the animals to perform tricks!
Edgeworth:
(If only just a scrap of the letters he exchanged with Knightley still remained... ...it'd be decisive evidence!) I'd like to investigate your room. There could be decisive...
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
If it's the letters you're looking for, you won't find any in there.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Simon:
I'm the type of guy who throws his letters away as soon as he's done reading them. Where's the point in living in the past?
Edgeworth:
(Ngh! Does that mean he's already gotten rid of the evidence...!?)
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth... Everything you have said so far has been nothing more than baseless conjecture.
Edgeworth:
(The evidence... I'm just one step behind it! What should I do? Am I all out of moves...?)
Simon:
Without evidence, I won't allow you to cast doubt on my friendship with Knightley!
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Wh-Who was that?
Regina:
Ah! Excuse me!
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Berry? What's on her mind?)
Regina:
I've been... listening in on what you all were saying, and, umm... When you say Mr. Knightley... You mean Simon's friend, Mr. Knightley, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, that's correct... (Does she know something?)
Regina:
This morning, a letter arrived from Mr. Knightley. It was for Simon.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Simon:
What did you say...!?
Edgeworth:
(But that's impossible! Knightley's already dead...!) Ms. Berry! Please, let me see that letter!
Regina:
OK! Here you go.
Kay:
Quick, open it!
Edgeworth:
This is... a correspondence chess letter!
Kay:
This is the response to Dogen's last move!
Knightley:
Now, can you see the path to checkmate? I can't wait to see the look on your face... You weren't expecting to lose at chess against me, right?
Edgeworth:
The postmark says March 26th... The day before Knightley's death. It seems the letter arrived late.
Regina:
Since the circus moves around so much, a lot of the mail people send us arrive late.
Edgeworth:
Now, why was this letter addressed to you?
Simon:
.....Ngh!
Edgeworth:
This is proof that you were the middleman between Dogen and Knightley. Normally, you would transcribe this letter into braille before sending it to Dogen. And in doing so, you created a connection between him and Knightley!
Simon:
Dammiiiiiit! Curse you, Knightley! Why must you continue to interfere!?
Kay:
Simon... Why!? Wasn't Knightley your only friend?
Simon:
Hah! Don't be ridiculous. I stopped thinking of him as a friend 18 years ago.
Edgeworth:
18 years ago...? Would that have been the day of the IS-7 Incident?
Simon:
...Thanks to Knightley, I nearly died that day in the snowstorm. While I was on my way to the contest venue, where my father was waiting... ...Knightley suddenly appeared. He held me down... tied up my hands and feet, and with tears streaming down his face... ...he kept apologizing, "My dad's too scary, I can't disobey him. Please forgive me! I'm sorry!"
Simon:
Stop it, Horace! I promised my dad! I said I'd taste his desserts... If I'm not there, Dad will be in trouble! I'm gonna let everyone know my Dad's desserts are the best in the world...!
Simon:
After that, he locked us inside a car. It was so cold, I could see my own breath. Before we knew it, the doors had frozen shut, and not even he could get them open. And then... I lost my father!
Edgeworth:
Wha...!
Kay:
Your father...!
Simon:
Horace Knightley was the son of the murderer who killed my father!
Edgeworth:
(What could this mean? His confession runs contrary to the information we have...)
Ray:
But the name of the victim in the IS-7 Incident was Isaac Dover...
Simon:
Isaac Dover is my father's name. 18 years ago, my memories were muddled from the shock of my near-death experience... So it wasn't until later that I learned the truth. On that day, my father was murdered.
Edgeworth:
...The culprit of the IS-7 Incident was a confectioner by the name of Dane Gustavia.
Simon:
Heh... So that was the name of Knightley's father. That lowlife scum of the earth killed my father. Just the thought of him makes me sick.
Edgeworth:
So you knew who the culprit was all along?
Simon:
Hah... Of course not. Had I known, I would've tipped off the police a long time ago. All I knew was that Knightley's father was trying to set up my own father. That's why I immediately knew that the one who died that day was my dad. Knightley had a hand in my father's murder, that traitor! He was the son of a killer! It's only natural that he ended up dead!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...It would appear that you are a victim of a very serious misunderstanding.
Simon:
Misunderstanding...? Just what're you talking about?
Edgeworth:
Isaac Dover... At the time, he was actively working as a sculptor in France... ...under the name Pierre Hoquet.
Simon:
Is that right? Well, I'm sorry to say, I don't remember that at all.
Edgeworth:
Heh... It's only natural you don't remember. After all, he's not your real father.
Simon:
...Huh? What, is that supposed to be a joke? I am not amused.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You won't be able to laugh at all, once I reveal the truth to you. This piece of evidence proves that you are not Isaac Dover's son!
Present Knightley's Mementos
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What's that? Isn't that Knightley's chessboard and his ring?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Simon:
What's that supposed to tell me?
Edgeworth:
Can't you see? This shows that you and Dover aren't...
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth. That doesn't prove anything. I honestly don't have a clue what you're trying to get at.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (It seems I was wrong...)
Ray:
Hang in there, Miles. Who was really Mr. Dover's son...? If you keep calm and think it through, the answer should come naturally.
Edgeworth:
(Isaac Dover's real son...?)
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth. Stop joking around. There's no doubt that I'm Isaac Dover's son.
Edgeworth:
No. I'm sorry, Mr. Keyes, but that's just simply not possible.
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence proves that you are not Isaac Dover's son!"
Simon:
What's that? Isn't that Knightley's chessboard and his ring?
Edgeworth:
I want you to take a good look at this ring's design.
Simon:
...There are two letters inscribed in it.
Edgeworth:
That is the seal Pierre Hoquet used as his signature. 18 years ago, it was found lying near the body of Isaac Dover.
Simon:
! Wh... Why would Knightley have my father's memento with him!?
Edgeworth:
The police had found Isaac Dover's son and gave it to him. Isaac Dover's real son... is Horace Knightley.
Simon:
Wh... What!? B-But that means, I'm...!
Edgeworth:
In other words... you are Dane Gustavia's son!
Simon:
That's... that's a lie! After all, I'm... My... father is.....! My memories are.....! I lost my father because Knightley locked me up in the car...! That's why, I thought it would be fitting if he were killed as well!
Knightley:
Really!? I'll be able to see a circus show, even in prison? Heh. I enjoy playing chess with you, but I'm looking forward to your performance as well.
Simon:
......Yes. Please look forward to it.
Knightley:
Alright! You better drop by again. I'll be thinking about my next move!
Simon:
Oh yeah. I've left something special inside that chessboard for you. You should check it out later.
Knightley:
Something special? I'm not quite sure what you mean, but thanks. I owe you one, Simon.
Simon:
......If only you hadn't stopped me 18 years ago... ...it wouldn't have had... to come to this.
Knightley:
Huh? Did you say something?
Simon:
Nope. Not a word. ......Goodbye, Horace.
Simon:
After all that...! You're saying it was my father who killed Knightley's? Then, that means... Was it all for nothing...!? I didn't want to become some weakling who could be killed by anyone... That's why... I thought I'd follow in Mr. Dogen's footsteps!
Edgeworth:
This finally proves it... Simon Keyes! You are Dogen's correspondence chess partner... ...and the mastermind behind this case!
Simon:
............ GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That's right! It was me! I'm the mastermind behind it all!
Edgeworth:
(He's finally showing his true colors...!)
Simon:
As you all know, I witnessed the incident 12 years ago.
Edgeworth:
(President Huang's assassination...! So the child who drew that picture was Simon Keyes...)
Simon:
When I was found out... ...I was subjected to horrible interrogations over and over by that heartless Patricia. I'd spend the nights trembling in my bed, terrified of what the next day would bring! I'm sure you can understand why I'd want to sneak out of there, right?
Edgeworth:
However... Blaise would have likely sent pursuers after you.
Simon:
Exactly. I was on the run from them every waking moment. 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I couldn't even sleep at night, I'd jump at the slightest noise. ...And that's why I became a circus performer. Blaise Debeste was the Chief Prosecutor, and Patricia Roland was the warden of the prison. No ordinary person would be a match for those two. And there were no adults I could rely on. Furthermore, behind the scenes was the body double who had set those two in motion. Though he was a fake, I was up against a nation's president... Talk about utter despair, right? My only ally was Mr. Dogen... He saved my life, after all. He actually helped me out. Unlike Knightley.
Edgeworth:
(If this story is true... Hmph. It's ironic. Dogen, the fiendish assassin, was idolized by the child he saved.)
Simon:
If I followed in his footsteps, I'd no longer have to worry about being eaten alive. That's right. Now it's my turn... My turn to devour those who would feed upon me!
Edgeworth:
And I suppose you never thought to seek help from the police.
Simon:
Nowaynoway! As long as Blaise was around, any evidence would be destroyed by him. Actually, didn't something like that almost happen today during Patricia's trial? I knew from the very beginning. That things would turn out like this.
Edgeworth:
(The evidence from Patricia Roland's trial... So he's saying that he expected the evidence would be destroyed...) I see. So that's why you kidnapped John... ...to force a Guilty verdict, even in the absense of evidence!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Who's to say. But, in order to expose the crimes of 12 years ago, there was no other choice.
Edgeworth:
That's according to you. However, Blaise also... ...attempted to kidnap John in order to manipulate the trial in his favor... Your methods are no different than those of the people you so despise!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
That's only if I were actually the kidnapper. But I would never do anything so evil. Nowaynowaynoway, I just simply couldn't! Besides, Mr. Edgeworth. I'm actually quite thankful to the real criminals... ...for giving me the opportunity to extract such sweet revenge! Ke he heh... Gyahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...So you admit it. Your motive was revenge.
Simon:
Yeah, I admit it. So what? Sure, I held a grudge against those creeps. But... it's not like I'm the one who actually killed them, ya know?
Edgeworth:
.....!
Simon:
Truth be told, all I did was send some letters. I let Jill in on Blaise's secrets, and let Blaise in on Jill's secrets. And then, the two simply ended up trying to kill each other.
Courtney:
Do you mean to say the murder was nothing more than a result of that!?
Simon:
Yep! Just like the case at Gourd Lake. It's way easier than trying to control wild animals. All I did was come up with the fake assassination plan for Knightley.
Edgeworth:
(So that was also a part of his plan...!) If that's the case, then Rooke's murder was also your...
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Whoa! Don't try to pin that on me. Knightley killed him all on his own. Well, it ended up creating the perfect opportunity for me... It's funny how things work out!
Kay:
How can you say such a thing...!?
Simon:
It was the same for Patricia Roland. I made it look like there was a connection between Knightley and Dogen... ...by using the correspondence chess match and the chisel in the chessboard.
Edgeworth:
What!? You mean to say that you were the one who prepared that chisel!?
Simon:
That's right! I thought it would bring Dogen to mind. Quite a thoughtful little gift, wouldn't you agree? And that was all it took to get Patricia to murder Knightley! Oh, the feeling that everyone around you is an enemy. Heh heh. I know it all too well. The tiniest spark can set off an explosion of fear, resulting in... horrific mutual destruction. All I did was watch the comedy of errors unfold from the audience. And you were my final pawn, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
A pawn... Me...?
Simon:
When you solved their cases, you brought both Blaise and Patricia to their run... ...and the weapon that delivered the coup de grâce was your own logic!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I didn't solve those cases for your sake!
Simon:
Oh, I know. You never really cared about saving me. You just wanted to pretend to be a defense attorney, didn't you?
Edgeworth:
What did you...!?
Simon:
All I had to do was go, "nowaynowaynoway" and act all scared... ...and you totally believed me. You were giving it your all trying to save me.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! So even your arrest was just a ploy to make me use my logic...?
Simon:
To be fair, getting arrested wasn't part of the plan. When people began to suspect that the chisel I sent was the murder weapon... ...honestly, I broke out in a cold sweat. I thought for sure it would be curtains for me. But then, a turnabout of miraculous proportions! The genius prosecutor himself had come to my rescue! Well? Doesn't it feel nice to be thanked by me, the one that you saved? You should be grateful! I gave you this chance to play the ace attorney!
Kay:
You're wrong! He wasn't pretending to be a defense attorney! Mr. Edgeworth is always serious about saving people...! Even the times when he saved me in the past...!
Edgeworth:
(Kay...!)
Simon:
Gyahahahahahaha! Is that so? Are you sure he's not just trying to emulate his own father, the one he admires SO much!?
Kay:
Absolutely not! That's not true at all!
Ray:
Now, now, Kay. The person he's talking about now isn't Miles, but rather, Simon himself. Clearly, he is not able to trust others. The desire to save someone other than himself is something he cannot even comprehend...
Simon:
Say what you want. But make sure you think about it long and hard. Sure, all my targets for revenge got what they deserved in the end. However...
-- Instigating Murder? --
Simon:
Think about it. Can any one of my actions really be considered a crime?
I instigated murder? There's not a single word about that in the letter, is there?
If I had said the word "kill" even once, I guess it could be considered instigation.
Well, maybe I did say it. But there's no way for you to prove it.
Kay:
What are you saying!? You kidnapped me!
Simon:
I'm sorry, but that hasn't been proven yet, has it? The only thing I admitted to was sending the letters.
Kay:
That's...!
Simon:
Besides, those letters contained no threats or coercions. I simply conveyed information. Information that each recipient would find beneficial.
Edgeworth:
Ngh... (You crafty little...!)
Kay:
Can't we do something about it? Umm... what was it he said? Integrating murder?
Edgeworth:
Instigating murder is when a person directs someone else to commit murder. The person who directed the murder can be charged as if he committed the crime himself.
Kay:
So we just have to find proof that he directed those murders!
Simon:
You make it sound so easy... To be honest, it kinda pisses me off a little. You're all trying to frame an innocent person for murder. Don't you understand? I'm not obligated to waste any more time on this pointless discussion.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
The police are waiting for you outside of this tent! You have nowhere to run!
Simon:
Really now? You think I wouldn't have an escape route prepared? For example, let's say... ...I gave an order so that all the animals here attacked you! Now, what if I were to take my leave during the ensuing chaos?
Lang:
What'd you say!? You... can't be serious...
Simon:
Gyahahahaha! It was just an example! Wouldn't that make for an interesting show? Here's another idea: what if I pulled out a hidden gun and took John hostage? Mmm. That might be more exciting!
Courtney:
I-I will never allow you to do such a thing!
Edgeworth:
(I can't tell whether or not Simon is being serious... ...however, when it comes to him, we should consider anything a possibility!)
Simon:
If you continue to bore with your drivel, I'll end the show right here. I'd like you to keep that in mind before you make any baseless objections!
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...! I cannot make any careless remarks...! Isn't there some way I can charge him with his crimes?)
Rebuttal
-- Instigating Murder? --
Simon:
Think about it. Can any one of my actions really be considered a crime?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You incited others to commit murder, and they did so. If proof of that was established, you would be charged as if you yourself committed the murders.
Kay:
...Umm, I know I heard it just a while ago, but what's the technical term again?
Edgeworth:
It's "instigating murder", Kay. Blaise, Patricia Roland, and Knightley... Their crimes are unforgivable, of course. However, the one who pulled the strings from behind the scenes, and drove them all to murder... ...was none other than you, Simon Keyes!
Simon:
Aha, aha, gyahahahahah! Mr. Edgeworth, you really do speak your mind freely. But you know...
Simon:
I instigated murder? There's not a single word about that in the letter, is there?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
There's not... a single word?
Simon:
Oh, does that surprise you? You'd reach the same conclusion if you examined it.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. Given his composure... I'd say he's not bluffing. Does this mean that every single word in his letters had been carefully calculated...!?)
Simon:
Well, I guess you could say this is like teaching a monkey to climb a tree. Unless you can somehow prove that I caused those murders, you've got nothing on me. ...Ergo, you can't assume me of instigating murder. Heh heh heh... What a shame, Mr. Edgeworth.
Simon:
If I had said the word "kill" even once, I guess it could be considered instigation.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I know you instigated the murder!
???:
Hmm. Perhaps I should let you in on this, Mr. Edgeworth... Actually, I was the one who ordered Blaise Debeste to kill Jill Crane.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Edgeworth:
You told me yourself.
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
But you know, the funny thing is, it means absolutely nothing if you have no proof. I mean, there's no way I'd ever say something like that. Nowaynowaynoway!
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... that's certainly true. It means absolutely nothing if I can't prove it. If there was some evidence that could prove what he said over the phone...)
Simon:
Well, maybe I did say it. But there's no way for you to prove it.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"Maybe you did say it"? Did you or didn't you!?
Simon:
Gyahahahah! It doesn't really matter whether I did or didn't! That's not what's important. I'm sure you know full well, Mr. Edgeworth. There's no way to prove it. There's no way any proof could exist!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! (Until I find some sort of proof, my arguments are meaningless. Should I press him to draw out more information, or review the evidence...? At any rate, I must find some way to break through his defense!)
Present Nicole's Tape Recorder
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It is my firm conviction that you instigated the murders."
Before pressing third statement
Kay:
Is Simon really innocent of instigating the murders?
Edgeworth:
That's impossible. I'm certain that it was all part of his murder plot.
Kay:
Yeah.
Edgeworth:
We know he had the will to commit the crimes... We just need some way to prove it...
After pressing third statement
Edgeworth:
(He confessed to me over the phone. He told me he had Blaise kill Mrs. Crane... If only there was some evidence that could prove what he said over the phone...
Edgeworth:
It is my firm conviction that you instigated the murders. After all, you told me so yourself...
???:
Hmm. Perhaps I should let you in on this, Mr. Edgeworth... Actually, I was the one who ordered Blaise Debeste to kill Jill Crane.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Simon:
Did I say that? I really don't remember.
Edgeworth:
You may think you can deceive us as much as you want... ...but unfortunately for you...
Simon:
Unfortunately...?
Edgeworth:
You used a bug to eavesdrop on our conversations... ...but there was someone else who wiretapped that bug of yours and recorded the whole thing.
Simon:
It was... recorded?
Lang:
In other words, the conversation between you and that clown is recorded on that tape!?
Simon:
Ngh.......!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "A schemer drowns in his own schemes!" And this is what he meant!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. I'd like to listen to your tape.
Nicole:
Rooooger! Ah! It's right about here!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Judge Courtney's cellphone is ringing!
Edgeworth:
Who is this? ...Are you the person who ambushed Kay?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! I wanna listen in on this too!
Edgeworth:
Very well.
Edgeworth:
(This is where it starts...)
???:
Well, I must say...... ..............
Nicole:
Huh? That's odd...
Edgeworth:
What's wrong?
Nicole:
Well... there ain't nothin' recorded past this point!
Edgeworth:
Whaaaaaaaat!?
Kay:
Why!? Why wasn't it recorded!?
Simon:
.......Keh heh heh heh. Gyahahahahahahahahah! Too bad, so sad. Did you really think I'd leave behind any incriminating evidence? The bug I planted has a special feature. It can be turned on and off with a remote control.
Kay:
Whaaaaat!? That sort of thing exists!?
Lang:
Certainly, remote controlled listening devices do exist. However...
Courtney:
Are you saying you switched off the device so that your own voice would not be recorded?
Simon:
Precisely!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Impossible! You couldn't have done that unless you knew you were being recorded...!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Isn't it obvious I knew? I guess you just don't get it. ...You could call it a hunch. I had a feeling I was being wiretapped. Ms. Swift... was it? I figured things out because you knew about the kidnapping.
Edgeworth:
(Don't tell me...) You were listening in on that conversation!?
Simon:
That's right! Though come to think of it... I'm surprised you didn't realize it until now! Some genius prosecutor you turned out to be, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Ngh!
Simon:
Oh my? And what was the end result of all this? Ah! Since you don't have any proof of the instigation charges, it's Game Over.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor, was my recordin' no help to you at all? Ain't there... somethin'... anythin' at all in my recordin'...?
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Swift...)
Ray:
Kay.
Kay:
Y-Yes?
Ray:
The bug was planted in your badge, right? Do you have any ideas?
Kay:
How do you expect me to come up with an answer right off the top of my head!?
Franziska:
You were the only one who came into contact with the culprit!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
How unsightly. You're all fussing over useless evidence. Let's move on to the next topic! Next!
Edgeworth:
(What's this...? He seems a bit eager to change the topic of conversation...?)
Franziska:
You were the only one who came into contact with the culprit!
Edgeworth:
(Only Kay... came into contact with Simon... If any sound was recorded at the time she was with the culprit...) Ms. Swift! How long have you been recording?
Nicole:
Since two nights ago, I reckon...
Edgeworth:
(Since two nights ago... In that case... When could a conversation with Simon possibly have been recorded?)
Two nights ago
Leads to:
"(Two nights ago... Simon brought Kay to the roof.)"
Last night
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift! Could we listen to last night's recording?
Nicole:
Last night? I don't mind, but...
Edgeworth:
The culprit's conversation should have been recorded at that time.
Ray:
Miles! Last night, Kay was... ...with you! That would make you seem like the culprit!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (It seems I was wrong...)
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor, was my recordin' no help to you after all?
Edgeworth:
(At the time when Kay was kidnapped by the culprit... ...it's possible the bug may have picked up the culprit's voice. In which case, the culprit's conversation should still be left on the tape!)
Leads back to:
"(When could a conversation with Simon possibly have been recorded?)"
This morning
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift! Could we listen to this morning's recording?
Nicole:
This morning? Sure, that's fine, but...
Kay:
Didn't you have my badge with you this morning, Mr. Edgeworth? And also, don't forget that you were inside the detention cell... So wouldn't your voice be the only one on there?
Edgeworth:
Nwaaargh! (I had forgotten that...)
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor, was my recordin' no help to you after all?
Edgeworth:
(At the time when Kay was kidnapped by the culprit... ...it's possible the bug may have picked up the culprit's voice. In which case, the culprit's conversation should still be left on the tape!)
Leads back to:
"(When could a conversation with Simon possibly have been recorded?)"
Edgeworth:
(Two nights ago... Simon brought Kay to the roof. If we listen to the recording from that time frame...!) Ms. Swift! Please let us listen to the recording from two nights ago!
Nicole:
Huh? O-Okie-dokie!
........
Kay:
Th-This is...! The sound of a hot air balloon!
Edgeworth:
That's right. At the time, Simon was carrying Kay in a hot air balloon. Ergo, he was near Kay.
Simon:
........
Edgeworth:
(Isn't there anything recorded?)
........ .....*BANG*... *CLANG*
Kay:
Ah! Th-That was...!
Lang:
...a-a gunshot!
Simon:
........
...*vrrr*... *bzt*
Edgeworth:
Heh. It seems you were quick to deactivate the bug. However... you were a little too late. You can't run anymore. That gunshot ties you to the case!
Simon:
Huh? What are you saying? There's no gun involved in this case, is there?
Edgeworth:
(No... there should be someone connected to the case who fired a gun. Let's strike with the evidence that points to that person!) Which piece of evidence connects the gunshot to the case?
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's written right here, in the body double's autopsy report..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Simon:
What's that supposed to tell me?
Edgeworth:
Could you perhaps take a look at this piece of evidence?
Simon:
Are you saying that this proves a gun is related to the case?
Edgeworth:
...That is what I believe. Are you saying that I'm wrong?
Simon:
Gyahahahah! I don't think it has any connection at all!
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (It seems this wasn't it.)
Ray:
This isn't like you, Miles! Think about it a little harder!
Edgeworth:
...I-I'm sorry.
Kay:
The person who fired the gun could be the same person who kidnapped me, right?
Edgeworth:
That's possible. However... It seems we can't be sure. To see if there is something that connects those involved in the case with a gun... ...we should review the evidence once more.
Simon:
What are you mumbling about? As I thought, the gun isn't related at all, is it?
Edgeworth:
No, the gunshot that was recorded is greatly related to this case.
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence connects the gunshot to the case?"
Edgeworth:
It's written right here, in the body double's autopsy report... Gunpowder residue was detected on his right hand.
Simon:
...Ngh.
Edgeworth:
Where was Kay at the time this gunshot was recorded? That's right. She was being carried to the roof of the Grand Tower in your balloon. And as it turns out, there were a few more people on that very same rooftop at the time...
Courtney:
You mean the double and me... Ah! Certainly, after we talked for a brief moment... ...the body double noticed something and had me leave before him.
Edgeworth:
Now, what if the gunshot rang out after that? We clearly hear it in the recording. I doubt that you wouldn't have noticed it.
Simon:
.......
Edgeworth:
Do you intend to feign ignorance until the very end?
Simon:
That's nothing more than mere conjecture.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
What we heard on the recording was not just a gunshot...
.....*BANG*... *CLANG*
Lang:
If you listen closely, you can hear the bullet hitting something!
Edgeworth:
(If the body double was aiming at Simon, then...) The bullet may have struck which piece of evidence?
Present Lion Balloon
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The body double likely fired the gun at the balloon."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
Ehhh!? Did the bullet really hit that thing?
Simon:
Gyahahahah! That surprised me too!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. It looks like he's totally clowning around with you. Well... I don't think that's the right evidence either.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhooh! (To be rebutted this much...)
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. Do you really understand? If you think about who the double was aiming at, the answer should be clear.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. The bullet could only have hit that piece of evidence.
Leads back to:
"The bullet may have struck which piece of evidence?"
Edgeworth:
The body double likely fired the gun at the balloon. If we assume that the bullet hit something... it would have been the balloon's basket.
Kay:
Let's examine it immediately!
Examine basket
Edgeworth:
This basket needs to be examined from every angle. Please be thorough.
Kay:
Yep! I'll start with this end!
Lang:
Hey! You guys give 'em a hand!
MIB:
Yes, Shifu!
Kay:
.....Aww, nothing here. Did you guys find anything on your end?
MIB:
Nothing at all! Not a even single speck of dust!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. I expected as much. The sound made on impact... ...sounded more metallic than anything the basket's woven material could produce...)
Examine rope on inside
Kay:
There's a long rope all coiled up inside.
Edgeworth:
We must examine it closely for any signs of it being cut by a bullet.
Kay:
Got it! Mr. MIB, you start from that end!
MIB:
Y-Yeah! Nothing here... or here... Nope! There's no sign of it being hit by a bullet!
Kay:
There's nothing on this end either. I guess it didn't hit the rope.
Edgeworth:
Let's not waste any time. On to the next spot.
Examine gas tank on inside
Edgeworth:
There's a gas tank here. It's attached to the basket.
Kay:
Umm... I don't think we would be looking at this tank right now if a bullet had hit it. In fact, neither Simon or I would still be here. We would have been blown sky high.
Edgeworth:
Let's look elsewhere, then.
Examine bullet hole on under
Leads to:
"This hole...!"
Edgeworth:
This hole...!
Kay:
It's a bullet hole!
Edgeworth:
A bullet hole was found in the basket. You won't be able to talk your way out of this one.
Lion Balloon data updated in my Organizer.
Simon:
Ngh!
Examine evidence
Basket on Lion Balloon
Kay:
I... took a ride in this basket, didn't I?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. You had been drugged, so it would make sense if you don't remember it.
Kay:
Aww... He could have at least kept me awake so I could enjoy the hot air balloon ride. I'll never forgive you, Mr. Mastermind! Beat him to a pulp, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry to disappoint, Kay, but if I did that I would be arrested for battery...
Rope on inside of Lion Balloon
Kay:
Once we've proven he's the culprit, let's tie him up with this rope! As an expert in rope escapes, I know how to make knots that can never be untied!
Edgeworth:
I appreciate the enthusiasm, but handcuffs seem like a more reliable alternative.
Gas tank on inside of Lion Balloon
Kay:
Never fear! I'll guard the gas tank! I'll stop Simon from trying to escape with the balloon!
Edgeworth:
I... find it hard to imagine that he would try a stunt like that.
Kay:
Never fear! Just focus on putting him behind bars, Mr. Edgeworth!
Bullet hole on under Lion Balloon
Edgeworth:
The gunshot fired by the body double was recorded on the tape. And this was where the bullet hit its mark. There's no way Simon can deny that now!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, you absolutely HAVE to expose the truth! I even got kidnapped in order to steal this evidence!
Edgeworth:
(Leaving aside whether or not I would call that "stealing"...) Of course, that was my intention all along. I absolutely won't let him escape!
Edgeworth:
How do you intend to explain the gunshot and bullet hole?
Simon:
Keh heh heh. So you've figured it out. You're good. I guess it's impossible to hide anything from you.
Lang:
Spit it out already!
Simon:
OK, OK. No need to be impatient!
-- Two Nights Ago --
Simon:
It happened when I was riding the balloon to the rooftop.
I saw the body double and you, Ms. Courtney, on the roof. Talk about a surprise.
Only the double noticed me. He told Ms. Courtney to leave ahead of him.
He then pointed a gun at me and fired.
Kay:
Why did he want to shoot down the balloon?
Simon:
It's simple. The body double had intended to kill Ms. Courtney.
Courtney:
K-Kill me...?
Simon:
That's right! You talked to the double about John, didn't you? Well, it's not like the body double would have met with you otherwise... From his point of view, it was like showing him evidence that he was a fake.
Edgeworth:
You mean, he was afraid of Judge Courtney because she knew about John's past?
Simon:
Afraid... That's exactly right! That body double was a coward, after all. I even remember how his hands were trembling when he fired the gun at my balloon. Are we all clear now? I was only there by chance. Just a friendly witness who was passing by.
Rebuttal
-- Two Nights Ago --
Simon:
It happened when I was riding the balloon to the rooftop.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Around what time was that?
Simon:
I think it was around 11 PM. It should coincidence with the time Ms. Courtney and company were on the roof, right?
Courtney:
...Yes. It was indeed around that time.
Edgeworth:
(There doesn't seem to be any contradictions... However, the time frame is important.)
Simon:
And it was at that moment...
Simon:
I saw the body double and you, Ms. Courtney, on the roof. Talk about a surprise.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you saying this rooftop rendezvous was beyond your expectations?
Simon:
There's no way I could've known about that beforehand. Well, once the dust settled, I could guess what would've happened though. The double had intended to kill Ms. Courtney. Hey, did you realize that?
Courtney:
N-No. I did not... realize it.
Simon:
It's because you were blabbing on and on about that kid.
Courtney:
Th-That's...... I... Uugh...!
Simon:
What kinda mother are you? If things had gone badly, your kid might've died because of you!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'm your opponent, not her. Don't change the conversation! ...Judge Courtney. I'd like you to please leave this to me.
Courtney:
My apologies, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Oh, Goddess of Law... ...please watch over this man and grant him aid!
Simon:
Hahaha! You're making me laugh. This lady didn't even notice the balloon.
Simon:
Only the double noticed me. He told Ms. Courtney to leave ahead of him.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
He had her leave ahead of him? Didn't you say the body double had planned to kill her?
Simon:
Maybe he thought it would be bad if someone saw the scene of the murder? At the time, no one knew that the president was a fake, right? Once he got the info on John, he'd be able to kill both mother and son whenever he wanted. Thank goodness he's dead! Now you're both safe. You should be happy. Gyaha... hahahahahahah!
Edgeworth:
Whatever emotions you have towards that man, please put them aside until it's all over. For now, please continue your story.
Simon:
Keh heh heh... As you wish. And so, that cowardly body double... ...must have panicked when an eyewitness suddenly appeared from the skies.
Simon:
He then pointed a gun at me and fired.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The bullet struck the balloon's basket cleanly...
Simon:
I panicked and quickly tried to get away so he wouldn't shoot me down, but... ...talk about a close call.
Edgeworth:
You say you tried to get away right then?
Simon:
That's right. Is there a problem?
Edgeworth:
(Is there a problem with his statement?)
There is a problem
Leads to:
"You must have placed Kay on the rooftop."
There is no problem
Edgeworth:
No... there is no problem.
Simon:
I see. In that case, it's fine.
Edgeworth:
You must have placed Kay on the rooftop. You couldn't have gotten away before then, correct?
Simon:
...Yeah. That's right. I forgot. After the body double fired one shot, he entered the hatch to the 51st floor. I looked around for a bit, and then landed on the roof.
Edgeworth:
Please add that statement to your testimony.
Simon:
Sure, I don't mind...
Add statement:
"After the double fired one shot, he entered the hatch to the 51st floor."
Press (after fully pressing this statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Surely, you must have been surprised. So what did you do?
Simon:
What else could I do in that situation? I tried to get away as quickly as I could. But, that body double... He's nothing but a coward hiding behind a steel gun.
Kay:
...Inside his plane at Gourd Lake, he had tons of personal security goods as well.
Edgeworth:
It is said that when a coward is backed into a corner, they can become aggressive.
Simon:
Oh. If that's the case, are you going to get more aggressive now, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Sorry to disappoint, but I try not to become aggressive or defensive. Instead... I attack when I need to be forceful, and defend when a delicate touch is needed. Back to the matter at hand, could you testify about the body double's actions?
Simon:
Hmph... don't be so cold, man.
Simon:
After the double fired one shot, he entered the hatch to the 51st floor.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You mean the hatch that leads to the hidden storeroom for the black market auction?
Kay:
Black market auction... Huh? I don't really want to remember, but... that was 2 days ago, right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. The black market auction was held on the 50th floor of the Grand Tower.
Kay:
A lot of people must have been coming and going through the storeroom during the incident...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. If the double truly did enter the storeroom as Simon said... ...it's strange that no one noticed him! (The problem here is when this incident occurred... If we know the precise moment, then a certain piece of evidence may come in handy.)
Present Lotta's Testimony
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Once again, you lied."
Edgeworth:
(Eyewitness testimony from the balloon...)
Kay:
So that means, if Simon hadn't come...
Edgeworth:
...Judge Courtney would probably have been in danger.
Kay:
So, wouldn't that mean he saved her life!?
Edgeworth:
The motive behind Mr. Keyes' actions was probably not so noble. After all, this man was there to commit a crime just like the fake president. (To expose his crimes, I'll need to listen carefully to his testimony... There must be an opening somewhere!)
Edgeworth:
Once again, you lied.
Simon:
Lied?
Edgeworth:
The body double could not have entered the storeroom on the 51st floor two nights ago. Ms. Hart's testimony proves it.
Simon:
What!? How can you trust that sham journalist's testimony?
Lotta:
What'd ya say!?
Nicole:
You can't insult my Mentor like that!
Lang:
Two nights ago, that lady was staking out the 51st floor. Given that, just how did that body double leave the roof?
Edgeworth:
...Indeed. That is what we must now prove. (If he did not use the elevator or the 51st floor to leave the roof... ...then only one route remains!) How did the body double leave the roof without using the elevator or the 51st floor?
Present Lion Balloon
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The body double... flew."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The body double used this to leave the roof!
Simon:
........
Kay:
........
Lang:
........
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It seems no one can overturn my argument.
Simon:
Yeah. Because your logic is so stupid, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Mmghhoooh! (So it wasn't this...?)
Kay:
If he didn't use the elevator or the secret passage... ...then, he must have scaled the walls!
Edgeworth:
I think only you and a ninja would think of using that kind of escape route.
Kay:
Then, maybe he flew! Zooooom! To the moon!
Edgeworth:
(He flew...?)
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. Just how the heck did that body double get off the roof?
Leads back to:
"How did the body double leave the roof without using the elevator or the 51st floor?"
Edgeworth:
The body double... flew.
Lang:
He...?
Kay:
...flew?
Edgeworth:
Simon Keyes. He rode in your balloon!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Hey, hey! Stop joking around! Why would I have needed to give the body double a lift?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The elevator had a security camera. And the 51st floor was being watched by Ms. Hart. Your balloon was the only way the body double could have left the roof!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
......Heh heh heh heh. ...At the circus, we often perform dangerous stunts, in order to surprise the audience. You think you've got me cornered? Sorry, but... the show ends here.
Edgeworth:
What...?
Simon:
Hey, you. Lotta, was it? I'd like to ask you something... Are you saying you stood watch on the 51st floor the entire time, without any breaks?
Lotta:
W-Well, reckon course! There ain't no mistake in my testimony...
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Really now? But didn't the sound of Mr. Edgeworth's assistant falling into the storeroom... ...cause you to faint?
Lotta:
I didn't mention it before, but after that I might've dozed off a while. To be more precise... I fainted? Well, somethin' like that.
Edgeworth:
S-So something did happen!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hart, I have determined the sound that made you faint. It was likely the sound of Kay falling onto the storeroom floor.
Lotta:
Wh-What's yer point!? Nobody's perfect!
Simon:
Heh heh heh. Look at her, Mr. Edgeworth. That's the kind of person you're relying on.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Kay fell into the storeroom after the body double had left the roof!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
In that case... heh heh heh. I have a theory on how things happened. After that cowardly double fired a shot at me... ...he went and hid in the shadows until Kay fell into the storeroom!
Edgeworth:
What!
Kay:
S-So what if he was hiding!?
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
"Good grief, you guys still haven't noticed?" What if the body double stayed hidden until Lotta had fainted... ...and then he went down to the 51st floor?
Edgeworth:
Th... That can't be...!
Simon:
"Heh... Precisely. The locked room mystery on the roof has been unlocked!"
Edgeworth:
Gah... GWOOOOOOOH! (He even said it in my voice!)
Simon:
Gyaha, Gyaha! Gyahahahah! But wait, there's more... I told the hidden body double about John Marsh. That's why he attacked John the next day during practice, but got himself killed instead. In other words, the one who murdered the body double was none other than John!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
John had no motive to kill the body double!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
...He knew. He knew he was the real president's son.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. And how would he have known that?
Simon:
Because I told him so. ...In a letter.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What did you say!?
Courtney:
That is a lie!
Simon:
Yup! It's all a lie!
Kay:
Huh?
Simon:
...But then again, maybe not. Maybe I really did tell him? ...Right, John?
John:
It's true that I caused Moozilla's head to fall... ...but... I didn't know about my dad until today!
Simon:
Oh really... I wonder about that. I found out about the head falling thanks to the bug... Now, if you were the one who caused it to fall... and the body double was crushed to death...
John:
Ngh...
Simon:
That settles it. You're the culprit. You successfully carried out your revenge. Congratulations! All the pieces of the puzzle are now in place. As Mr. Edgeworth would say... "...the logic fits. Now then... any rebuttals?"
-- The Murder of the Double --
Simon:
Manipulating humans into fighting with each other. Sounds just like me, right?
I did the same thing to Knightley and Blaise.
At any rate, there's no way the body double could've gone for a ride in my balloon.
The double was crushed by the monster's head, right?
And who was it that caused the monster's head to fall?
Simon:
Do you understand now? Who the body double's real killer is? The "truth" that I provided them with gave them a big motive for murder. Get it? Those two tried to kill each other because of the "truth" you're so fond of!
Edgeworth:
(I... Impossible...!)
Simon:
Hey! You detectives over there! Hurry up and arrest this murderer! What's wrong? Why aren't you moving?
Lang:
D........ Damn!
Simon:
......Heh heh heh. I thought so. Just admit it. In the end, aren't you all the same as Blaise and the body double? You ignore the prime suspect and come after me without any evidence! How easily it can be distorted to best suit your needs, this "law" you all believe in!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
That... is by no means true!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Hmph! If you're not gonna arrest anyone, maybe I should have a talk with the policemen outside. If I tell them that John Marsh is the killer, they'll be forced to take action!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Simon Keyes. Your testimony isn't over yet!
Simon:
Heh heh... Really? I figured you'd try to stop me, Mr. Edgeworth. You don't have any evidence, do you? Which means... there's no chance for you to win, right? But if you still plan to stop me, you should be prepared to take on this much risk!
Edgeworth:
Wha...! (Th-That much!?)
Simon:
It's only natural. After all, the fate of the true culprit, John Marsh, is at stake here.
Ray:
.....Hey, Miles? Why don'tcha take a nice deep breath?
Edgeworth:
M-Mr. Shields?
Ray:
At times like this, you should take a breather and think back. "Defense attorneys always remain calm in a pinch, and smile in the face of danger." The point of contention between your logic and his claims lies in the body double's escape route. How's about... for example, we think of it like this... What's important isn't whether or not the body double got on the balloon, but rather... ...if we were to assume he did, "what circumstances would have allowed for that?"
Edgeworth:
(..."Turn my thinking around!")
Ray:
...Well, all I'm doing is a cheap imitation of your old man. Did it help?
Edgeworth:
(Circumstances that would have allowed the body double to get on the balloon...? That's right. The body double not only had a large build,  but he also had a gun. And in spite of that, no traces of sleeping drugs were found in his system... Which means..... it can't be!)
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth, are you ready yet? Hope you haven't forgotten about "this".
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... this is bad. I must break his testimony somehow...!)
Rebuttal
-- The Murder of the Double --
Simon:
Manipulating humans into fighting with each other. Sounds just like me, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you manipulated the body double and John to your will... You seem rather persistent about that, aren't you?
Simon:
Very much so. I'm an animal tamer, after all. And isn't the greatest animal in the world... man? I just tell people the truth, in order to help them get revenge. They should all be thanking me! Gyaha... Gyahahaha!
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth. I'm kinda scared...
Edgeworth:
Steel yourself, Kay. One who sows seeds of revenge as a jest... This is an opponent we must stop at all costs!
Simon:
Keh heh heh... The sins of the past are scary. So, so scary. You'll never see your retribution coming.
Simon:
I did the same thing to Knightley and Blaise.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you still intend to insist that you were not directly involved, to the very end?
Simon:
Right! I never dirtied my own hands. I just like to watch... ...as they hate and kill each other, never realizing that they were being manipulated all along!
Lang:
Tch! Spectating from afar... Just like you did 12 years ago!
Simon:
You mean the SS-5 Incident? Hahahaha! That's so funny. If I remember correctly, all your father's hard work amounted to nothing. Wouldn't you normally call someone like that... incompetent? Haha!
Lang:
Grrr......! GROOOOOOOOOOOWL! Y-You.....!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! Restrain yourself!
Lang:
Damn! Damn! Daaamn iiiiiit!
Edgeworth:
We don't know the conclusion your father arrived at. However, we are here now because we chased after his footsteps...!
Simon:
Keh heh heh... Gyahahaha! Sorry to interrupt your little moment... ...but I don't believe that kind of idealism will solve anything. Besides...
Simon:
At any rate, there's no way the body double could've gone for a ride in my balloon.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That's the only way the double could have gotten off the tower!
Simon:
Hmm. Well, let's suppose that was the case. Even if I had carried the body double down... ...what's the problem with that?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
So you admit it! You did carry the body double!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Let's not make a fuss over absurd opinions, Mr. Edgeworth. That's just not like you. You think the body double held me at gunpoint and asked me to go on a sightseeing joyride? There's no way that could've happened... And you know that full well, don't you?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
It's possible you negotiated with him by using the information about John as a bribe!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
But he shot at me, remember? There's just nowanowaynoway we could negotiate!
Kay:
In that case... what if you used sleeping drugs and transported him while he was knocked out?
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
"Then allow me to ask. Have they detected any traces of sleeping drugs from his body?"
Edgeworth:
(Ugh... I-It's no good. I can't find any openings...!)
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth. Isn't there something more interesting we should be talking about?
Simon:
The double was crushed by the monster's head, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Allow me to propose a question. Was the double really crushed beneath the monster's head...?
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Haha! For a genius prosecutor, you sure are quick to withdraw your previous statements! Weren't you the one who deduced that he was crushed by the monster's head to begin with?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I certainly came to that conclusion once before. However, that was... ...when we knew of nothing else that was capable to crushing him to death.
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
"Knew"? Why the past tense? It's not like there's anything else now, y'know. The body double was crushed to death by the monster's head. That is an unshakable fact.
Edgeworth:
(...Ngh! Is there... nothing else!? Some decisive evidence... that connects this man to the "crushed president"!)
Simon:
How unsighty, Mr. Edgeworth. Why don't you stop this useless struggle? Besides, don't you already know who the culprit is? Remember?
Present Lion Balloon
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"John was not the one who killed the body double."
Simon:
And who was it that caused the monster's head to fall?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Certainly, the one who caused the monster's head to fall was John, however...
Kay:
Even John himself admits to that...
Simon:
Well then, doesn't that settle everything? Good job guys, case closed! The one who killed the double was John Marsh! And since the police just happen to be here...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...N-No. Not yet! There's still room for further investigation!
Simon:
Hahaha! Don't force yourself. Well then, tell me. What else is there to investigate? And if you can't, I want that kid arrested as soon as possible. You aren't going to overlook a crime, are you? Am I wrong?
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth... What'll we do? Is there really no hope left?
Edgeworth:
(...Think. Think! If Mr. Keyes killed the double... ...then the murder could only have occurred when the two met face-to-face. What he had with him at the time must be... the real murder weapon!)
Kay:
Darn it! Does he intend to play innocent until the very end!?
Edgeworth:
The body double's cause of death was rather unique. If he was crushed under the monster's head...
Kay:
...then, the killer would be John after all. Isn't there anything else that could've crushed the trouble?
Edgeworth:
(Something else that could have crushed the body double...?)
Edgeworth:
John was not the one who killed the body double. He was crushed by a monster...
Simon:
Ahah! Quit clowning around! This isn't like you at all! Oh, I get it! Since John is supposed to understand the heart of a monster.
Edgeworth:
The one who understands the heart of monsters is you.
Simon:
Not even I have monsters for friends, y'know?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Stop being so modest. Didn't you have one very important friend? A monster you control at will! Simon Keyes! You're the one who killed the body double!
Simon:
...Th-That's...!
Lang:
The Lion Balloon...?
Edgeworth:
A monster made of cloth that expands when filled with hot air... It suits you quite well, wouldn't you agree?
Simon:
Sorry, but... I have no idea what you're talking about.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You've been fixated on your claims that you manipulated John and the body double. Probably because it's an impossible fantasy of yours. ...After all, even an animal tamer cannot tame the dead. The body double had already been murdered while he was on the roof... ...and the murder weapon was the balloon you were in!
Simon:
...Ngh!
Lang:
I see. Although it floats in the air, that balloon still weighs several hundred pounds.
Edgeworth:
When the double threatened you on the rooftop... ...you immediately came up with a plan to defend yourself. And that plan was to crush him with your balloon. Whether the body double wanted to get on, or that he was carrying a gun... None of that matters. Because what you carried in your balloon was the body double's corpse!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Hold on a second, Mr. Edgeworth. You're saying the double was killed on the rooftop two nights ago? Well, that simply doesn't match up with the time of death!
Edgeworth:
What... did you say?
Simon:
That's not like you at all, Mr. Edgeworth. Take a good look at the autopsy report. The time of death was around 11 PM last night!
Edgeworth:
Nngghhh!
Kay:
L-Last night...!
Simon:
That's right... the very night that Moozilla's head fell!
John:
......!
Simon:
Well, Johnny-boy! Come on! How about telling us the truth! You killed your father, right!? I know the feeling... You hated him, didn't you? Your father who left you all alone forever!
John:
Y-You're wrong! I had no idea that guy was my dad!
Simon:
Not this again. Didn't I personally tell you myself!?
Edgeworth:
(Ngh! Was my logic wrong?)
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth. Allow me to thank you once again. For chasing down Blaise and Patricia and bringing them both to ruin. My revenge was a success, all thanks to your logic!
Edgeworth:
(If only the time of death matched up, then my logic would fit... Perhaps... he did something to throw off the time of death?)
Simon:
And what's more, Dane Gustavia... was it? You even took down the culprit of the IS-7 Incident.
Edgeworth:
(Dane Gustavia... and the IS-7 Incident...! That's it! Gustavia killed Dover and hid his body in a block of ice...!)
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Gustavia intended to freeze the body in order to throw off the time of death. If the time of death had coincided with the tea party, Mr. Gustavia would have been suspected.
Gustavia:
NWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That is correct.
Simon:
GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's a shame that I didn't get to witness his destruction!
Kay:
H-How can you say that!? Wasn't Mr. Gustavia your father, Simon?
Simon:
............
Simon:
I'm scared... I'm so scared. Ms. Roland keeps asking me about that day. Daddy, help me...! Why won't you come save me? Is it... because I broke my promise with you and didn't eat your sweets......?
Simon:
I couldn't care less. My father left me all alone. Even if we share the same blood, that man is not my father!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I hate to say it, but... Like father, like son. You're the spitting image of him, Simon. The father you hated so much...
Simon:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
It must have been fate... By sheer coincidence, you just happened to use the exact same method your father did... ...to throw off the victim's time of death!
Gumshoe:
And we rescued him from the refrigerated warehouse near the harbor, pal!
Lang:
A refrigerated warehouse?
Simon:
You're saying that I threw off the time of death? H-How would I have done that?
Edgeworth:
The answer lies in where you hid the body double's body! This was the place you used to hide the body!
Present Sunshine Warehouse
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Throwing off the time of death by freezing the body, along with John's kidnapping."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is where you hid the body!
Simon:
Oh? I hid the body in a place like that?
Edgeworth:
It's useless to play dumb, Simon Keyes!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. Sorry to interrupt while you're all fired up, but... ...that place couldn't have thrown off the time of death!
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (Indeed, it can't be this place...)
Lang:
You say he threw off the time of death? Lang Zi says: "To preserve freshness, store items in a cold place!" If he wanted to preserve the body in the state it was after the murder... ...doesn't that limit the number of places where he could've stored it?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. And we must consider the places that Simon would have access to.
Leads back to:
"This was the place you used to hide the body!"
Edgeworth:
Throwing off the time of death by freezing the body, along with John's kidnapping. Hmph... it seems that everything is coming together.
Simon:
The kidnapping? Why are we going back to that? ...I don't know a thing about it.
Edgeworth:
Don't forget. John was confined in a refrigerated warehouse. That's right... you kept the body double's corpse in that very same warehouse! 18 years ago, your father hid a body in the same way!
Simon:
W... What? My father... the one who abandoned me, did the same thing?
Edgeworth:
Who would've gussed... that both father and son would use the same method.
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Stop it! Don't lump me in with that guy! My father... I'm nothing like him! There's not a single connection between us!
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
You may think so, but even now, your bond with Mr. Gustavia still remains. Didn't you say once before, "I don't like sweets"? That... may have come from the shock of losing your father, don't you think?
Simon:
Ngh...! You guys have no idea what you're saying...!
Edgeworth:
Even if you deny your father, aren't your thoughts and actions the same? Particularly, your belief of "sacrificing others to protect yourself". And finally... your crimes were brought to light, just as his were!
Simon:
Uuh... UUuuungh........ Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa .....Just kidding. Ahahahaha! I don't know anything about that warehouse. I had nothing to do with the kidnapping, after all.
Edgeworth:
In order to threaten Judge Courtney... it's clear that you partook in the kidnapping!
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
How scary. Those who get involved with you will be charged with all sorts of crimes. In the end, there's no evidence. For the instigation, and for the kidnapping. None at all. Or what? Are you gonna forge some evidence? Just like Blaise and the rest?
Edgeworth:
Ngh! I-I'll do nothing of the sort! (I-I can't let him provoke me...)
Simon:
You always say, "I'll pursue the truth, no matter what," right? Hah! Don't you mean only the "truth" that's most convenient to you? After all, that's how the police pull the wool over the eyes of those without power! And that's why my revenge was necessary! Gayha, Gyahahaha! None of you can catch me! Not Patricia! Not Blaise! .....And not even you!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, at this rate...! Isn't there something, anything, we can do?
Edgeworth:
(Even though all my logic points to this man... ...I just need evidence... even a single piece of evidence would suffice!)
Simon:
...Well. It's been a fun show, but it looks like it's time for the curtains to close. If you'd like, why don't you come and see my next performance? I'll let you, if you admit defeat. ...Gyaha, gyaha, Gyahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Hold it!
Simon:
...Wh-Who was that!?
Gumshoe:
Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Edgeworth!
Kay:
Gummy! Where'd you go?
Gumshoe:
I was just doing the job that I'm able to do, pal!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe...! Your report, please.
Gumshoe:
I did a quick investigation, sir! About the warehouse John was at!
Simon:
......!
Gumshoe:
That refrigerated warehouse is currently being rented by... ...the Berry Big Circus, just as Mr. Edgeworth said!
Lang:
Hahaha! So it's finally here... Our trump card!
Edgeworth:
Well done, Detective Gumshoe. .....Now then, Mr. Keyes?
Simon:
Hmph. There must be some mistake. Maybe it has something to do with the circus?
Edgeworth:
I see. Indeed, we are not well informed with the affairs of the circus. In that case, why don't we get your boss' opinion on this? ...Regina.
Simon:
Ngh.....!
Regina:
We are renting a refrigerated warehouse to store the animal's food, but... ...I don't know much about the place. After all... I let Simon handle everything.
Simon:
Nnngh! C-Curse yooouuuu!
Regina:
Kyaaaah! S-Simon... how scary!
Edgeworth:
What a shame... It seems your desperate actions after the crime were in vain. If the body was found in the warehouse, suspicion would've fallen on you, the one in charge. That's why you specifically moved the body back to the Grand Tower, wasn't it?
Simon:
Ngh!
Edgeworth:
However, us finding John confined at the warehouse was a fatal mistake on your part. Our resident Great Thief and Detective are both rather exemplary. What's wrong? I can even tell through your face paint that you're looking pale.
Simon:
Keh heh heh... Ahahahaha! It's not over yet, Mr. Edgeworth. Your logic is missing the most important piece of evidence.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Please do tell.
Simon:
Isn't that obvious!? Evidence that I killed the body double with the balloon! You can't present it, can you? After all, there's no way such evidence could possibly exist!
Edgeworth:
The evidence..... it exists.
Simon:
What'd you say!?
Edgeworth:
(If Mr. Keyes murdered the victim...) Traces of the murder should still remain here!
Present Lion Balloon
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It should become clear once we examine the basket of this balloon."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Care to look at this piece of evidence? Traces of the murder still remain on it.
Simon:
I honestly have no clue why you'd show me that. Mr. Edgeworth. You're a genius prosecutor, aren't you? Do you really think such a thing could be evidence?
Edgeworth:
Uoooh! (So he saw through me...?)
Kay:
Simon killed the double with the balloon, right? In that case...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. If traces of the murder remain, it must be there!
Simon:
What's wrong, Mr Edgeworth? Don't have any evidence after all?
Edgeworth:
No. Traces of the murder clearly remain! Simon Keyes! I'll show them to you right now!
Leads back to:
"Traces of the murder should still remain here!"
Edgeworth:
It should become clear once we examine the basket of this balloon.
Simon:
Gyahaha! The balloon again? Didn't you already find the bullet hole? There's no way you'll find anything else there!
Kay:
That's... I-It'll be fine! Right, Mr. Edgeworth!? Mr. Edgeworth is a hero who always finds the truth no matter what he's up against!
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal! Of course it's gonna be fine! Mr. Edgeworth has gotten out of more impossible situations than I can count!
Ray:
Miles, I believe in you too. But more importantly... I'm sure your old man watching over you believes in you as well.
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. Calm down and think. You're just one step away from the perfect proof!
Edgeworth:
The body double was killed by this balloon. The proof lies in the traces left on the basket. ...Simon Keyes. It's time for you to atone for your crimes.
Lang:
...I'll see it with my own eyes. The moment this past case is settled once and for all!
Courtney:
Please... Prosecutor Edgeworth. Deliver the final blow to this unforgivable person!
Edgeworth:
This is the final piece of evidence that proves your crimes! (What traces were left on the balloon that crushed the victim?)
Present Bouquet
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"When John found the body..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Simon Keyes! This proves...
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Gyahahahaha! Mr. Edgeworth. Your final move is pathetic! Did you really think you could corner me with that? There's no way that was left on the balloon!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (So it wasn't this...?)
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. This isn't like you!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Calm down and think it over!
Kay:
We're almost there, Mr. Edgeworth! Let's present Simon with the decisive evidence!
Edgeworth:
(If any traces remain, they might not only be left on the balloon. So, I'll also have to consider if anything else was stained.) Simon Keyes! This is the final piece of evidence that proves your crimes!
Leads back to:
"(What traces were left on the balloon that crushed the victim?)"
Edgeworth:
When John found the body... ...a bouquet of Lion Lilies was there as well.
Lang:
Lion Lilies? The flowers from Zheng Fa that represent the bond between parent and child...?
Simon:
That's your evidence? Surely, they must be buried under a mountain of garbage by now. Moreover, the one who threw it away was John himself. That's not much of a bond now, is it?
John:
Grrr... That language of flowers stuff has nothing to do with this!
Edgeworth:
Calm down, John. Certainly, you may have thrown the flowers away. However, I believe those emotions remain as strong as ever. Those bonds will surely protect you from that man, in the form of my final piece of evidence...
Simon:
What..... the heck are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
Those flowers were crushed... Ergo, they must have come into contact with the murder weapon! Perhaps we'll find the very same pollen still stuck to the basket of your balloon?
Simon:
Nowaynowaynoway! You guys examined the basket just a few moments ago. If there had been any yellow pollen stuck on there, wouldn't you have noticed it then?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Keyes. Evidence is not restricted to what you can see with the naked eye.
Simon:
What...?
Edgeworth:
Ema!
Ema:
Yes!
Edgeworth:
Would you perform one more scientific investigation for us?
Ema:
Leave it to me! The balloon's basket, right!? Ah! A reaction! This is clearly pollen from a yellow flower! We'll find out soon enough whether or not it's from the same flower!
Simon:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAT!?
Edgeworth:
I'd say this proves that... ...the body double's death was caused directly by your own hand!
Simon:
No way! That's...! That can't be! I...!
Edgeworth:
You crushed the body double to death on the roof of the tower! Then, you retrieved the body and hid it in the warehouse.
Lang:
Why... did he have to go to the trouble of retrieving the body?
Edgeworth:
Two nights ago, he knew, that a separate incident would occur at the tower.
Kay:
Ah! Ms. Crane's...!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. Leaving the body there would have disrupted his plans.
Lang:
I see. But even so, he couldn't leave the body in the circus warehouse either.
Edgeworth:
Exactly. So the next day, when he was bringing the body back to the tower once again... ...he saw the small fire John started, which caused the Moozilla's head to fall! Was that when the idea came to you? Your plan to pin the crime on John.
Simon:
Gaaaaah...!
Courtney:
You made it look like the murder weapon was the fallen head. Such foul, cowardly behavior...!
Edgeworth:
For that reason, you carried the double's body in the balloon and lowered it into the film lot. At that time, the figure of the body double being lowered down by a rope... ...was captured in John's video recording!
Simon:
D-Damn... I-It was all... You saw through it all!? Damn it... DAMN YOUUU!
Edgeworth:
You manipulated animals, you manipulated people, and you manipulated cases... ...almost as if you were a king. However, it's now all come to an end...
Regina:
Simon. The animals have gotten angry. Even Money and Astique. You never thought of them as your friends at all... How sad.
Simon:
D-Damn it! Don't you look at me with those eyes!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It's about time you went back to being a mere clown. A fitting end to your... pitiful jester's act.
Simon:
U... Uwah... S-Stay away! Get away from meeeeeee! Stop it! Please stop it...!
Simon:
"Daddy...! Help me! I'm scared... I'm so scared...!"
Simon:
I don't know anything! I didn't do anything bad! They were the bad ones, weren't they!?
Simon:
"Horace... Why? Why did you stop me...?"
Simon:
If he hadn't done that, I......! I couldn't even trust the police! Nobody would help me!
Simon:
"But that man...! Back then, he saved me...!"
Simon:
The only one who helped me was Dogen! So, I used everyone else! What's wrong with that!? S-Stop it! Don't come any closer! STOOOOOOOOOOOOP! OWIE! OWIE! OWIE! AIIIEEEE! HYAAARGH! U... Uuugh... N-Not you...! UGHYAAAHIIIIIII! HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA P-Please..... NO MOOOOOOOOORE!
???:
It seems the game is finally over.
Edgeworth:
Shelly de Killer!
de Killer:
Mr. Edgeworth. I must thank you. You have exposed the true identity of the mastermind. Now... I am free to...
Edgeworth:
What!?
de Killer:
...Drawing a gun would be most inadvisable. Stay where you are and do not move.
Simon:
Ngh... I-I don't have a gun...
de Killer:
You do have a gun, do you not? You intended to draw and fire it without anyone noticing.
Edgeworth:
(He must have taken it from the body double when he killed him...)
de Killer:
This man has betrayed his bond of trust with me. He would have me kill the president, while knowing full well he was the body double. Lying about a target is an extremely dangerous thing to do to an assassin. Not having all the cards on the table can seriously jeopardize an assassination.
Simon:
Uuggghh!
de Killer:
However, what is even more unforgivable... ...is your deception and your attempt to manipulate me. The time has come... for your retribution.
Edgeworth:
Stop!
de Killer:
Y-You are...!
Dogen:
It has been far too long, Shelly.
de Killer:
Please step aside. That man is my prey.
Dogen:
I must ask you to spare his life. Please permit this young acolyte to receive his proper punishment in prison.
de Killer:
........
Simon:
........
de Killer:
And if I refuse?
Dogen:
His is the first life I have ever saved... I will not allow it to be taken away so easily.
de Killer:
You saved a life...? The assassin, Sirhan Dogen?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. Ironic, is it not? That I, the one who has taken countless lives, am making a plea for this young one's life. He saved my life, just as I have saved his. Before I knew it, I grew quite fond of the lad. You may laugh at me as much as you wish. However... I must ask that you spare the life of the boy. From one assassin to another... Please make this allowance.
de Killer:
........ ...I understand. If you are willing to go that far...
Dogen:
You have my thanks. I am in your debt.
de Killer:
......No need for thanks. I simply felt there would be no merit in a fight to the death with you. That is all. And with that, I must take my leave.
Lang:
Damn it! Wait!
Dogen:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I must thank you as well. It was necessary for this young acolyte to be put in his place. And that, you have done. ......Now then, it's time for me to return. To my humble cage, surrounded by iron bars. Right, Anubis? Right, boy?
Hold it!
Dogen:
......Oh? Look who's here...
John:
...Hey, priest guy. You killed my dad, right?
Dogen:
...Indeed. I am not one to forget those I have slain. Keh heh heh... I see. You must despise me, boy with horns. In that case...
John:
.....Ugh!
Courtney:
J-John!
Dogen:
Do not panic. I simply lent the boy with horns my knife. Take that knife... And run it through my throat! A single stab should do it. I've long grown weary of my wooden carvings. Keh heh heh.
John:
.......Revenge...
Kay:
J-John! Don't do it!
Courtney:
John... Please, I beg of you!
John:
...Until just now, I had intended to seek revenge... no matter how many years it took.
Simon:
Revenge...? Revenge is good, really good. ...All your pain and suffering slips away. Everything becomes numb, and you'll feel nothing.
John:
Yeah, you may be right. I thought about that while I listened to what you had to say.
Edgeworth:
...John!
John:
But, the only one who would be satisfied with revenge would be myself, right? If I became a murderer, my mom would go through even more pain and suffering. My friends from the movie too, and all those people who care about me as well...
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. The boy with horns... says some interesting things.
John:
That's right. I finally get it now. I'll never forgive you, but... I'm not the one who should punish you. After all, isn't that what my mom... and that prosecutor guy are here for?
Courtney:
John...!
Kay:
John... you just said some really profound stuff just now!
Edgeworth:
(Kay, perhaps you should study up a little more yourself...)
Dogen:
Is that so? ...Well then, young one. It is time for us to depart.
Simon:
Wh-Where to?
Dogen:
To prison, of course. That place will be our home.
Simon:
Our home...?
Edgeworth:
And with that... the case that involved and affected so many people came to a close. However, there was still one last thing I had to do...
April 8, 2:54 PMGrand TowerP.I.C. Meeting Room
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Sorry to keep you waiting!
Ray:
Why'd you call Uncle Ray and the rest of us out here?
Edgeworth:
..........
Courtney:
Mr. Edgeworth. The formal proceedings have just come to a close.
Ray:
Hm? What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
This is the place where I once relinquished my prosecutor's badge.
Courtney:
! This is... your prosecutor's badge! Prosecutor Edgeworth! What is the meaning of this!?
Edgeworth:
...Consider this my resignation. I am... no longer a prosecutor!
Kay:
In order to save me when I was suffering from memory loss, you...
Edgeworth:
......A certain man once said... ...the only ally a defendant has is their attorney. By trusting in their client, an attorney draws closer to the truth... The sight of that man still shines brilliantly in my eyes... ...just as the image of my father fighting in court does.
Ray:
...Gregory...
Edgeworth:
However, this is nothing more than that man and my father's way of life. ......It is not mine.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
I think I shall live as a prosecutor after all.
Ray:
.........I see. So, you've made your decision.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry...
Ray:
No, no, I understand... That's your answer, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
It is.
Ray:
OK! Then that's the end of this conversation! Don't regret it. Even if you beg me later, I won't let you work for me ever again!
Edgeworth:
I-I understand.
Ray:
But you know, Miles... Mind if I ask why you chose to live as a prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
.......... Mr. Shields. You asked me this before...
Ray:
To fight crime as a prosecutor, or to save people as a defense attorney. I want you to think carefully, about how you want to live your life from now on.
Edgeworth:
I've thought long and hard about that question ever since. How should I live my life...? ...And after this case concluded, I finally found my answer. I want to save people as a prosecutor.
Ray:
As a prosecutor...?
Edgeworth:
Simon Keyes... He, too, was a victim. He lost a parent in a past murder, and with it, the ability to believe in anything else. (I, too, know that feeling... The feeling of losing what's important to you and being unable to believe in anything. I doubted everything during my lonely battles in those days.)
Edgeworth:
All that I can hope to do is get every defendant declared "guilty"!
Edgeworth:
(The one who saved me was...)
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes must have been all alone... Unable to find salvation from the law, he had no choice but to turn his hand to revenge.
Edgeworth:
And I suppose you never thought to seek help from the police.
Simon:
Nowaynoway! As long as Blaise was around, any evidence would be destroyed by him. Actually, didn't something like that almost happen today during Patricia's trial?
Edgeworth:
I want to save those like Simon Keyes.
Ray:
So, how would you save him?
Edgeworth:
I'm sure this tragedy could have been avoided if only he could have relied on the courts.
Courtney:
But instead, he was cornered by Blaise Debeste, who used the power of law for evil. The form of the law can change depending on who wields it. It can be at once a shield to protect... and a blade to harm. That, too, is a contradiction of the law...
Ray:
A contradiction, huh...
Ray:
That's true... It sure is a contradiction in the law. The way the law is right now... it isn't always completely right.
Edgeworth:
The only way to right those contradictions is by joining in the court system... The one who could save Simon Keyes was not an attorney... ...but rather a watchman of the law: a prosecutor. I shall face the contradictions in the law as a prosecutor.
Ray:
.......... I see. That's just like you. But you know... It'll be tough. It won't be just a walk in the park. You'll be going up against the law itself... You do realize that, right?
Edgeworth:
I do. However, someone must.
Ray:
.....Yup, yup. Uncle Ray believes in you too. The law evolves and grows, just like all of us do. I'm sure you can pull it off. After all, you're Gregory's son. Your old man would never give up, no matter what. His eyes always saw only what laid straight ahead. Miles... When you chose to live as a prosecutor, your eyes looked just like your father's. It looks like you've grown a bit. I really wish your old man could see you now...
Edgeworth:
Thank you very much, Mr. Shields.
Courtney:
...So then, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Allow me to formally return this to you.
Edgeworth:
Please do.
Courtney:
I, Justine Courtney, as a member of the P.I.C, do hereby return to Miles Edgeworth... ...the rights and privileges of a prosecutor, in the name of the Goddess of Law...!
Prosecutor's Badge data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
And with that, Prosecutor Edgeworth is revived!
Examine evidence
Front side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
Back side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Each Prosecutor's Badge is engraved with the number of its owner on the back. Hmph. Numbers. As if we're not human on the inside like everyone else!
Gumshoe:
That's great, sir!
Ray:
So then, Prosecutor Edgeworth, it's time for Uncle Ray to make his exit. I have to report to your old man all about the traitor in the Edgeworth family.
Edgeworth:
...Thank you for everything, truly.
Ray:
The next time we meet just might be in the courtroom. I hope you'll be ready. ...Uncle Ray might not look it, but he's an ace attorney, after all.
Edgeworth:
I'll look forward to seeing the attorney my father trained in action.
Ray:
Take care!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth... Welcome back.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. I must give my thanks to you as well.
Courtney:
To me?
Edgeworth:
You sought to fix the corruption within the P.I.C. from the inside. That must truly have been a lonely battle.
Courtney:
No, it was not... for I was never alone.
Kay:
Because the Goddess of Law is always by your side, right!?
Edgeworth:
You made me realize that one could fight in such a way. The Prosecutor's Office, no, the entire legal world is caught up in this contradiction. If that cannot be set right, there is a truth that will never see the light of day... It was only through your help that I was able to find this new path. One that fights against the contradictions in the law.
Courtney:
I, too, find that promising, as one in the service of the Goddess of Law. You shall certainly succeed in helping the law grow.
Edgeworth:
Let us meet again in the courtroom.
Courtney:
Yes. I must apologize for my shameful acts during the trial two days ago... Next time, I shall fulfill my duties as a judge perfectly.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor...... I do not intend to speak regarding your ideals.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
However, the greatest judge I know... ...is one overflowing with humanity. Even during a trial, that judge experiences happiness, anger, sadness, and joy... ...but nevertheless, always hands down the correct verdict in the end.
Courtney:
........
Edgeworth:
It's difficult to say... ...but sometimes, I feel that... ...perfection is not always correct.
Courtney:
So, a judge, too has the right to behave in such a manner... ...Thank you very much. ...Prosecutor Edgeworth. When I pursued and fought against Blaise Debeste... ...the Goddess of Law was not the only one by my side.
Kay:
Ah! It's John!
Courtney:
When I have this cutout with me, I feel a strange sense of courage well up from within. No matter how painful things became, no matter how strong the foe... ...when I remember that I am not alone, I'm able to keep moving forward. Wrongs must be put right. For John's sake, as well...
Edgeworth:
(John, too, lost his father in a past crime...)
Courtney:
That is more important to me than even the words of the Goddess of Law. Ha ha. Though I'm sure the Goddess would be angered by those words.
Edgeworth:
Heh. Your bond with your son is the secret to your strength, I imagine.
Courtney:
I don't have to be perfect, I just want to grow little by little. Both as a judge, and as a mother. ...That is how I feel.
Edgeworth:
Heh. It seems there is much each of us has yet to learn.
Courtney:
Agreed. We are still but children before the world. Let us grow in our respective paths, until we meet again. I shall look forward to that reunion... May the blessings of the Goddess of Law be upon you as you follow your new path!
Edgeworth:
Though I once lost my position as Prosecutor, I have now reclaimed it... ...so that I may tread a new path as a prosecutor. I shall surely reach the truth waiting at the end of this path. No matter how difficult the path may be... ...if any seek to stop me on my path, they shall receive no mercy. No matter who they may be, I will shout just one word.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Nicole:
...Chief! What sorta scoop are ya aimin' for next?
Lotta:
Hey... Ain't you a journalist? There ain't nothin' more important than information. You may be my apprentice, but yer still my business rival. I ain't gonna tell ya everythin'.
Nicole:
Th-That's my Mentor alright... I reckon yer even more prepared than me. I understand! I'll get my information using my own two feet!
Lotta:
Yeah! That's the spirit! By the way... Would ya mind me askin' what sorts scoop yer aimin' for next?
Nicole:
...Huh? Ch-Chief?
Lotta:
Ain't no need to be stingy... I'm yer mentor, after all.
Nicole:
Th-That's just heinous...
de Killer:
It seems... that the wound on my left arm has yet to heal. The bodyguard who inflicted this wound upon me... His is a name I will never forget. Now then... Shall I return to being a simple ice cream salesman? Perhaps this time I should try being a crepe salesman instead. For now, I shall live a calm life. ...Until my services are required once more.
Elbird:
I mighta been knocked out once by that prosecutor named Edgeworth... ...but I'll keep on trying to escape. I won't let him dampen my fighting spirit. Ain't that right, Rocky? The gong that'll sound off my next escape will ring out soon enough. Until then, let's keep working out.
Sahwit:
Are you inquiring into my studies to become a pet groomer? I am working as hard as ever. I spend every day covered in mud... Perhaps this suits my true nature far better than the life of a newspaper salesman. Once I leave the prison, I hope to earn an honest wage as a pet trimmer. ...Huh? My sentence has been extended? Because I was Warden Roland's accomplice? Oo... ooo... oooh. UOOOOOOOOH! Why do you think I've been giving a rat's ass about these stupid animals' well being!? To hell with the pet trimmer's license! Daaammiiiiiiiiit!
Regina:
Regina was really shocked by the truth about Simon too... I mean, I trusted him as my subordinate... But there's no use fretting over it. The show must go on. I have to do my best so that I won't lose to the magic or ventriloquist divisions! I'll put on the greatest performance ever! One that'll blow away this entire case!
Dogen:
It seems I have grown soft in my old age. Right, Anubis? Right, boy? To think the life I saved on a whim 18 years ago would drive me to such lengths. Thanks to that, I am confined to my humble cell once more. Well... This time, that child is here as well. Perhaps it won't be such a bore. Right, boy?
Master:
♬ Today's desseeert is chooocolate caaake!
Kate:
♪ Thaaat geeently meeelting moment of alluuure!
Master:
I will wait for you forever, Kate. I shall come here every day just as you and Raymond did for me.
Kate:
Monsieur Shields, Prosecutor Edgeworth, I am truly grateful to them. I cannot believe I am able to eat your desserts once more, Monsieur Master!
Master:
Ho ho... I have been allowed to distribute my treats in both the detention center and the prison. For the past 18 years, I have brought joy to one and all with my delicious sweets!
Delicia:
Yessie! Thanks for everything, boys! Of course... I owe Greggy my thanks too! After all, I get to stuff myself with Jeffy's delicious desserts once again! Oi! Next time, maybe I'll use one of Jeffy's sweets to create a new drug. "The Tuck in Diet"... You'll tuck in your stomach while you tuck into desserts! It'll be delicious and slimming, and also good for your health!
Larry:
Man! I'm glad I got to meet and sketch so many beauties! ...But, Mandy caught a glimpse of my beauties sketch. She had a misunderstanding, and clobbered me in the face with my sketchbook. So in exchange for my sketch of beauties, I had one beauty walk out on me. Maybe it's time for me to start getting more serious about my life. Do I take the path of an artist, or do I follow the path of my heart...? Oh, and by "heart" I mean the heart of my new lady!
Ray:
Mr. Badd. Thanks for all your help today.
Badd:
Hmph... I'll testify about the IS-7 Incident as much as you need me to... ...Prosecutor Edgeworth... seems pretty active too.
Ray:
He chose not to take the same path as Gregory, but rather, to live as a prosecutor. Well, I am kinda sad that I won't get to work with him, but I'll continue to watch over him.
Badd:
Heh... It looks like you've grown up quite a bit yourself.
Ray:
He he heh. I'm so happy. Mr. Badd actually praised me! If you ever need a hand from attorney Raymond Shields, give me a call, any time, any place!
Karin:
My crimes were punished far more leniently than I expected. Once it was proven that I had been threatened... Ouch! "No crime is more heavy or light than any other"...? I'm sorry. Of course I regret what I did. However... I'm so glad I can still be together with you, Granny. Huh? You want to hurry back to work? Ha ha. That's right. The next corpse is waiting for us, after all!
Ema:
I'm glad that my scientific investigation came in handy this time around as well. Good thing I rushed back here all the way from Europe! And now... I have to leave again. That kinda takes the fire out of a girl, as you can imagine. Aha ha... But, this is all so that I can become an actual forensic scientist! ...So then, I guess it's time to go. Ah. If anything comes up, be sure to call me right away! The second I get the word, I'll dash right over!
Franziska:
The greater the father, the greater the expectations are for their children. Prosecutor Debeste... was it? His way of life shall be tested henceforth... ...just as mine was. Miles Edgeworth chose to live a different life from his father, as a prosecutor. I suppose... That, too, is an answer.
Lang:
I could never have imagined... the truth that my old man was hiding. Unlike me, who only thought about the Lang clan... ...my old man was trying to protect an entire nation. But I swear to you all that I will carry on his will. Even if the president was a fake, and the real one was murdered... ...I swear that I, together with my men, shall revive Zheng Fa! Someday, I will surely show you all a Zheng Fa brimming with life.
Debeste:
I've asked everyone to stop calling me "The Best". ...I don't like it. It makes me feel like I'm just borrowing Pops' power. I shall study even harder than before and triumph over Pops! I'll become strong enough so that I won't lose even to Mr. Edgeworth! Now then! Let's start by thinking up my new nickname!
Powers:
A lot has happened, but thankfully, the film was a roaring success.
Penny:
The gossip articles about the murder made our movie the talk of the country. "A Monstrous Man Appears from the Mighty Moozilla! This Is the True Face of the Monster Who Murdered the President of Zheng Fa!" ...Huh? Isn't that you in the photo, Mr. Powers?
Powers:
Huh!? How could something like this happen!?
Penny:
Now, now, it's fine, isn't it? It's thanks to those articles that our film is a big hit.
Powers:
*sigh*... M-Much obliged.
Courtney:
John. I greatly enjoyed watching your movie.
John:
...I-It's no big deal. It's not like I had a major role or anything.
Courtney:
What are you saying!? You played the key character who connects Moozilla and Gourdy! There is no one else besides you who could have played the part!
John:
...Y-Yeah, I guess. Well, it would be nice if there's a sequel. I really enjoy working as an actor. ...Mom, before we head home, can we go buy something? I'd like to decorate our home with a Lion Lily, for dad.
Courtney:
Then, one will not suffice. You will need two more: one for me... and one for Amy.
April 8, 4:17 PMHigh Prosecutors' OfficesRoom 1202
Gumshoe:
Wow! We were really busy with all those cases, weren't we, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, we were. Why did all these incidents happen in such quick succession?
Kay:
I feel like things are always busy whenever I'm around!
Gumshoe:
Wait, Kay, wouldn't that mean you're a magnet for crimes...?
Kay:
Hey! Gummy, that was rude.
Edgeworth:
(I do get the impression that he's not entirely wrong...) So then, Kay, do you intend to resume your training to become a Great Thief?
Kay:
Hmm. I dunno...
Gumshoe:
Huh? Is something on your mind, pal?
Kay:
How should I put it...? Until now, I've always been chasing after my father... ...so that I could become a Great Thief, just like him!
Edgeworth:
(Like the previous Yatagarasu, I suppose...)
Kay:
But... watching you, Mr. Edgeworth, made me think. Maybe, instead of chasing after my father, I should find my own path. ...I mean, you didn't become a defense attorney either.
Edgeworth:
(Chasing after a parent's shadow isn't the only path in life for a child, after all...)
Kay:
I'm going to aim to be a hero in my own way!
Edgeworth:
...That sounds good.
Kay:
But of course, that doesn't mean I'm gonna throw away the name of the Great Thief Yatagarasu!
Gumshoe:
No matter what sort of hero you become, Kay will always still be Kay!
Kay:
Thanks, Gummy! And Gummy will always be Gummy!
Gumshoe:
Of course, pal. I plan to keep pushing forward on my path of a detective, after all! Mr. Edgeworth! I look forward to continuing to work with you, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes. I'll be counting on you, Detective Gumshoe. Detective, you saved me many times during these past cases. ...You have my gratitude. I suggest you look forward to your next salary assessment.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Kay:
Whaaaat!?
Gumshoe:
......D-Does that mean... what I think it means...!?
Edgeworth:
What's wrong? I am saying that your salary ought to be raised.
Gumshoe:
R-Really, sir!? I can't believe it!
Kay:
Isn't that great, Gummy!?
Gumshoe:
It's like a dream come true! I can finally say goodbye to my instant noodle lifestyle!
Edgeworth:
However, that doesn't mean you can start slacking off. The real work begins from here on out. ...You should prepare yourself.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Roger that! I'll devote my body and soul to following after you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
The path Mr. Shields and Judge Courtney taught me... ...is to take a stand against the contradiction in the law... ...and to reach the truth at the end of that road. (What am I able to do? That is a question I must continue to dwell upon. Certainly, this path will not be easy. However...)
Courtney:
...Prosecutor Edgeworth. When I pursued and fought against Blaise Debeste... ...the Goddess of Law was not the only one by my side.
Kay:
Ah! It's John!
Courtney:
When I have this cutout with me, I feel a strange sense of courage well up from within. When I remember that I am not alone, I'm able to keep moving forward.
Edgeworth:
Heh. Your bond with your son is the secret to your strength, I imagine.
Edgeworth:
(Bonds... huh.)
Kay:
Ahh! I completely forgot!
Edgeworth:
Th-That was sudden. What's wrong?
Kay:
I was searching for members for the new Yatagarasu team!
Edgeworth:
(Now that you mention it, I do remember you saying something to that effect...)
Kay:
But in the end, I wasn't even able to find a single person. Can you imagine it? A team, combining their powers, in order to steal the truth! I wanted to create an invincible team like that, but...
Gumshoe:
What are you saying, pal!? Don't you already have a team!? Together, the three of us can solve any case that comes our way!
Kay:
Yeah! You're right! A prosecutor, a detective, and a Great Thief! We're the invincible trio of heroes that steals, captures, and pursues the truth!
Edgeworth:
(Hearing all that kind of makes me feel sorry for the truth...)
Gumshoe:
As long as the three of us are together, there's nothing to fear! Isn't that right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Yes, you are correct...
Edgeworth:
Even until his last moments, my father ran along his own path. I, too, shall advance along mine... ...accompanied by my somewhat boisterous comrades. As long as they are by my side, I can walk forward without hesitation... ...on this new path as a prosecutor. Prosecutors and attorneys... The path I walk is not my father's. However, I am certain that the two paths are not separate. Though we may walk in opposite directions, our destination is the same. Why, you may ask...? Because both paths lead to the one and only Truth.
THE END
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right... I need to reconsider the information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information. I need to think this over one more time.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (John Marsh)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
John. Could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
John:
...No.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Do you think your selfishness will pass by unchallenged?
John:
...It's not selfishness. Just one glance at that piece of evidence told me it was useless...
Edgeworth:
Argh! (So this wasn't it...?)
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor. Doesn't it look like this pup's making fun of you?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. In that case, I just need to present evidence that he can't make fun of.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (John Marsh)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
John. Your statement is clearly incorrect.
John:
*glug, glug, glug, glug* ...Ahhh!
Edgeworth:
Don't just drink milk! Haven't you been taught to drink milk and listen to others at the same time?
John:
...What's that, old man? Were you talking to me?
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (He wasn't even listening?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. John's making a fool of you, isn't he?
Edgeworth:
It seems it will be necessary to teach him the harshness of the real world. I must silence him with evidence so he can't make any more of these cheeky remarks.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (John Marsh)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
John. Your testimony contradicts this piece of evidence.
John:
........
Edgeworth:
It appears you have been humiliated beyond words.
John:
...Old man. I don't even get what you're trying to say!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So I'm the one who's being humiliated...!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Why are you getting all riled up when your opponent is just a child!?
Edgeworth:
I'm not getting riled up. However... for John, a bit of punishment is in order.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... Just don't go overboard, OK...?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, that statement contradicts this piece of evidence!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor, are you playing games with me?
Edgeworth:
The evidence says it all.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
In that case, the evidence is lying through its teeth!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (So that wasn't it...)
Kay:
Even if you defang him, he's still a wolf! As expected, he's tough.
Edgeworth:
Yes. He's a worthy opponent indeed.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Please take a look at this piece of evidence.
Lang:
Hah! Just what are you trying to say with that evidence!?
Edgeworth:
If you don't even know after looking at it, you certainly have fallen to a new low.
Lang:
Brazenly shoving such a meaningless thing into my face... Aren't you the one who has fallen to a new low here!?
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (So it wasn't this piece of evidence...)
Kay:
What are you doing!? You realize who you're up against, right!? If you're not careful, you're gonna get bitten!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I'd better be wary of those fangs.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, it seems there is a clear contradiction in your statement.
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Always question words without evidence!" Hah! But it seems I don't even need to question the words that you're saying. It's clearly a pathetic bluff!
Edgeworth:
Argh! (So that was wrong?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! A bluff won't be effective against Mr. Lang!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. In that case, I'll have to face him head-on!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sirhan Dogen)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Dogen, what do you think of this piece of evidence?
Dogen:
Ask as you will, I am still lacking in sight. However... ...if one would like to retract that, now would be the proper time to do so, wouldn't you think?
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (Is he trying to say I was wrong?)
Dogen:
Although, if one were to retract it, perhaps one should not have brought it out to begin with. Right, Anubis? Right, boy?
Lang:
That old man really doesn't miss a beat, does he?
Edgeworth:
(I was overwhelmed and put the evidence back into my Organizer... I should probably think things over a little more carefully.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sirhan Dogen)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Dogen! There is a clear contradiction in your testimony!
Dogen:
There is no need to raise your voice. I can hear the good prosecutor perfectly well. Talking so loud only makes it harder to conceal your mistakes.
Edgeworth:
...Argh! (I guess that was his roundabout way of saying I was wrong!)
Gumshoe:
You can't let an old man like that beat you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(My opponent is not an ordinary old man. However, I will prove that I can break his testimony without fail!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sirhan Dogen)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Dogen, there is a contradiction in your testimony!
Dogen:
I can't see any problems, but... Anubis, what do you think? Heh... Anubis also says there is no contradiction.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (Refuted by a dog!)
Kay:
He can talk to the dog, just like John can talk with the Mighty Moozilla!
John:
Hmph... Don't put me in the same class as gramps.
Edgeworth:
(Talking with dogs aside... I need to think things over one more time.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Simon Keyes)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes. Could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Simon:
Well... what about it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Don't you understand? The significance of this piece of evidence.
Simon:
No, I don't get it! But you don't get it either, do you, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Gaaaargh! (So it wasn't this...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Don't get caught up in your opponent's face!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It seems I was a bit too careless. Simon Keyes! You won't get the better of me!
Kay:
Attaboy, Mr. Edgeworth! Steal the truth! For great justice!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Simon Keyes)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes. This piece of evidence...
Simon:
Objection!
Simon:
Mr. Edgeworth. Why don't you take that back?
Edgeworth:
I haven't said anything yet!
Simon:
You don't have to say anything. After all... ...the look on your face tells me you're about to make an idiotic stuff.
Edgeworth:
Nwargh! (What's wrong with my face!?)
Ray:
He's one tough cookie, but... Miles, you'll be okay, right?
Edgeworth:
I'll be fine, Mr. Shields. I won't give up here.
Ray:
He he heh. I thought you'd say that. Uncle Ray believes in you. You're an Edgeworth, after all. I'm sure you'll reveal the whole truth for us!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I shall expose the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Simon Keyes)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Simon Keyes! Your statement contradicts this evidence!
Simon:
Really now? What do you think, Ms. Courtney?
Courtney:
M-Me...? Prosecutor Edgeworth... I'm terribly sorry, but... ...I do not believe there is any correction.
Edgeworth:
Gaaargh! (So I was mistaken...)
Simon:
Gyahahaha! Even your little support team is rejecting your arguments, Mr. Edgeworth! Just what I'd expect from the GENIUS prosecutor! There's no way I could EVER mimic YOU!
Kay:
Simon thinks he's already won. Are you fine with that!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I won't back down now. Let's silence him with evidence!
Too many penalties
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing of interest here.
The Great Special Trial
Transcript
This is a transcript of the English translation of The Great Special Trial provided as Special Content in The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles.
Great Britain, End of the 19th Century
The Old Bailey Courtroom
???:
Ryunosuke:
Your testimony...completely contradicts the facts! In fact...I'd go so far as to say that it completely and utterly contradicts the facts!
Susato:
Um...what are you doing, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Miss Susato, well... ...as I'm sure you saw, I was getting into the swing of things!
Susato:
Into the swing...?
Ryunosuke:
We're going to meet someone amazing in next year's 'The Great Ace Attorney' game, you know. But I think the person in question is going to make a brief advance debut here tonight. And as a proud young Japanese man, I want to show my fellow star what I can do!
Susato:
Oh, what a wonderful attitude!
Ryunosuke:
Still...it's a bit unsettling, isn't it? At night...in this big courtroom, I mean...
Susato:
You're probably still feeling scared after seeing the Hall of Horrors at the Tower of London earlier.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...you've researched all the best places to visit in the capital, that's for sure.
Susato:
I've already planned our itinerary for tomorrow, which includes an even more terrifying exhibition!
Ryunosuke:
(I also - shock, horror - enjoy non-terrifying sights...) By the way, do you, um...hear something?
Susato:
Well, they do say that the Old Bailey is haunted...
Ryunosuke:
Don't! Please! I'm still on tenterhooks after all the talk of ghosts we heard at the Tower earlier!
???:
AAA-CHOO!
Susato:
AAAH!
Ryunosuke:
Who's, who's there?!
???:
Of course... Yes, I see it all laid out before me now. The truth...illuminated once again by another great deduction. You, sir, are without doubt... a murdered Italian chef!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
???:
Dear me. Unaware of your own passing, roaming the corridors and halls of the great courthouse...
Ryunosuke:
Huh? Huh?
???:
When you've been killed, my dear fellow, it is customary...to drop dead!
Ryunosuke:
Huuuuuuh?!
Susato:
AAAAAAAAAGH! You're... You're... You're the world-famous great detective, Mr Herlock Sholmes!
Sholmes:
Ah, you've heard of me?
Susato:
Oh yes! I'm a devoted follower of your wonderful exploits! 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' is delivered all the way to Japan by steamship!
Sholmes:
'Elementary, my dear Wilson!'
Susato:
Oh! That's exactly what I read in the stories!
Sholmes:
'Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.'
Susato:
Yes! That too!
Ryunosuke:
Are the stories full of gross delusions, too? Like the notion that I'm dead...
Sholmes:
'A great deduction and a gross delusion are but a hairbreadth apart!'
Susato:
Oh... That isn't what I read in the stories.
Ryunosuke:
Where exactly did you get the idea that I'm a murdered Italian chef?
Sholmes:
An excellent question...my dear cordon bleu. So...shall we begin? Allow me to present Herlock Sholmes's logic and reasoning! Earlier today I received a telegram with details of a case that prompted me to come here. 'An Italian chef has been murdered in the Old Bailey.'
Ryunosuke:
An Italian chef...
Susato:
In the Old Bailey...
Sholmes:
Quite! I have a thorough grounding in the Japanese language. There can be no mistake in my translation! And I immediately observed the foreign blade at your side. Clearly to slice carpaccio. The star-patterned buttons of your jacket - an unmistakable mark of your skill. And your Eastern appearance might fool a layman, but not a well-travelled detective. And the blood-stained dagger in your back is a sure sign that you're no longer of this world. Accordingly, there can be no doubt. You are Italian! You are a chef! And you are dead! They do say...that the Old Bailey is haunted, you know.
.........
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
That 'great deduction'... ...was blatantly cooked up on the spot to fit the telegram!
Sholmes:
But my dear fellow, you have a knife lodged in your spine. What other explanation can there be?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, this? This is just a plaything.
Sholmes:
Pardon?
Susato:
We bought them on a whim at the Hall of Horrors exhibition at the Tower of London.
Sholmes:
......... Don't tell me... ...that you're about to make some preposterous claim about not being dead at all?
Ryunosuke:
I'M ALIVE!
Sholmes:
But... ...if you're not a murdered Italian chef, then who the devil are you?!
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I'm a defence lawyer by the name of Ryunosuke Naruhodo. I'm a visiting student from the Empire of Japan here to further my knowledge of the law.
Susato:
And I am Susato Mikotoba... ...Mr Naruhodo's judicial assistant.
Sholmes:
...Or so you say...to mask your actual identity. The truth is you're an Italian chef! You cannot deny there's at least a distinct possibility of it!
Ryunosuke:
There isn't!
Susato:
Um, Mr Sholmes...might I have a look at the telegram you received?
Ryunosuke:
W-Wait, this... You only have to read the first word to see... there's a clear inconsistency!
Sholmes:
There is?
Ryunosuke:
Look more closely. It doesn't say 'Old Bailey' at all... It says 'Old Daily'!
Sholmes:
Old...Daily?
Susato:
Oh, of course! There is an Italian restaurant called 'Old Daily' just around the corner. Named after the terrifying army cannon they fire every day to bake their famous 'pizza'.
Sholmes:
Are, are you sure?
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. Clearly... ...your interpretation of the crime scene written in that telegram was a complete mistranslation!
Sholmes:
GAAAAAAAAARGH!!! ...What business does a Japanese telegram have in a British escapade anyway...?
Susato:
And that brings us to the end of this little tale. But we shall see you soon in the game, I'm sure!
Sholmes:
You may even be astounded by more of my great deductions!
Ryunosuke:
And you'll certainly be astounded by the great delicacies we're cooking up for the courtroom!
Sholmes:
In that case, my dear cordon bleu, a dish of your finest carpaccio, if you please!
Ryunosuke:
THAT WAS A METAPHOR!
The Great Witch
Transcript
Chapter 3
The Great Witch
Waiting Hall
Layton:
...The Great Witch Bezella. The legendary witch from ancient times. She is the source of all evil, and the one who gives rise to all other witches. As long as the Great Witch Bezella is alive, there will always be witches in Labyrinthia. Apparently, that is the commonly held belief. Therefore, if Bezella were to be put to the fire, there would be no further need for these trials.
Phoenix:
In other words: no Bezella, no witches, right? But...how does all that implicate Espella?
Layton:
............
Maya:
By the way, Professor. You seem to know a lot about all this.
Luke:
The professor and I discovered a mural of the Great Witch Bezella in a room below the library... And it looked like it was painted a long time ago, that's for sure.
Phoenix:
You mean like a wall painting...of Bezella?
Layton:
Indeed. There were some historical remains hidden beneath the library. We found it there. At any rate, I'd very much like to investigate Bezella in greater detail. I'm afraid my knowledge extends no further than the legend known to the townspeople.
Maya:
In that case, I guess we have no choice but to ask Espella. Maybe she can tell us why she's accused of being Bezella...
Phoenix:
Well, yeah, but... Didn't they tell us we can't see her for a while?
Maya:
C'mon, we've never let that stop us before!
Phoenix:
Urgh... And that, Maya, is how we always end up in all sorts of trouble.
Maya:
Well, fine! Just leave it to me. It's nothing that a little sweet talking can't fix.
Phoenix:
Maya, I'm not so sure that's a good idea...
Maya:
Hey! Look, pal! We need to see Espella! It's a matter of life and death!
Layton:
I'm not sure I would qualify that as "sweet talk", but rather more of a full-on assault.
Knight:
Did you not hear what Inquisitor Barnham said? Espella Cantabella is currently undergoing questioning... And while that's taking place, no one is permitted entry.
Maya:
Can't you do something?!
Knight:
H-hey, keep it down, will you?! Orders are orders! No matter how many times you ask, the answer will still be no. Now be on your way, will you? Go on...go!
Maya:
...Access denied.
Phoenix:
That much is obvious, Maya...
Luke:
I can't believe Mr Barnham took Espella into custody just because of that outburst.
Layton:
That reminds me, something Inquisitor Barnham said has been bothering me... "It was not I who made the decision". ...I believe that's how he put it.
Phoenix:
Ah, yeah...that's right. So in other words... there's someone of higher authority than Inquisitor Barnham, huh.
Maya:
That's it! We'll just go and ask that person instead!
Luke:
But who in Labyrinthia could have more authority than Inquisitor Barnham?
Maya:
Well, I know how to find out. Let's ask around, Luke!
Knight:
Not you again... You don't give up, do you? Like I said before, you cannot see...
Maya:
Um, it's not Espella. There's someone else we'd like to see.
Luke:
That's right, we'd like you to take us to see the person ranked above Inquisitor Barnham.
Knight:
Above Inquisitor Barnham...? You...you're not telling me that you want to see the High Inquisitor?
Luke:
............! So they're called the High Inquisitor, then?
Knight:
What's this? Are you seriously suggesting that you don't even know of High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Phoenix:
High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Maya:
That's weird, I can't help but feel I've heard that name somewhere before.
Layton:
I'm sorry, but could you tell us where we can find that person?
Knight:
P-please, do me a favour and don't ask. She's not the sort of person you can just drop in and see, believe me!
Luke:
But there's something of importance we wish to discuss with her.
Knight:
You people really are fearless. Well, don't say I didn't warn you. To meet High Inquisitor Darklaw, you must go to the Inquisitors' Hall. Just be careful not to upset her.
Layton:
We understand. Thank you for your assistance.
Luke:
Is the High Inquisitor really so fearsome?
Knight:
Of course not! Not our High Inquisitor. She's wonderful, beautiful, intelligent... just a little strict. You don't have to go mentioning what I said about upsetting her, understood?
Luke:
Don't worry...you can rely on us...
Maya:
High Inquisitor...that title sounds really high up on the food chain, doesn't it?
Luke:
Apparently, if we go to the Inquisitors' Hall, we can see her there.
Layton:
Well, we won't achieve anything standing here. Let's go and see her.
A new destination has been added to the map: Inquisitors' Hall.
Examine
Chained barrel
You found a hint coin!
Candles left of Witches' Court entrance
You found a hint coin!
Candles left of dungeon entrance
You found a hint coin!
Guard on left
Knight:
High Inquisitor Darklaw is in the Inquisitors' Hall. Even if you go there, I doubt she'll see you, though.
Guard on right
Phoenix:
The guards are watching us. Or should I say, staring at us with an unspoken threat in their eyes.
Layton:
The doors to the courthouse are shut and guarded. We cannot gain entry now.
Luke:
These knights must have seen all the witch trials. Do they enjoy them or find them distressing?
Chandelier
Maya:
So many candles, and yet it's so dark in here. Let's light some more!
Luke:
The ceiling may catch fire...
Layton:
This chandelier is very simple compared to the Great Archive's.
Phoenix:
You know...the candle maker must be the richest person in this town.
Wooden bench
Phoenix:
An old wooden bench that many woodworms would call "home" if they could speak.
Layton:
Those awaiting trial sit here, on these uncomfortable, worn-out benches.
Luke:
Uhm, cheers, I'd rather stand. That bench is bristling with splinters.
Maya:
Maybe this bench is a torture tool? Shall we try it out on you, Nick?
Exit on left
Leads to:
"Ah, I can see Inquisitor Barnham over there."
Inquisitors' Hall
Maya:
Ah, I can see Inquisitor Barnham over there.
Phoenix:
Okay. Which means that woman standing next to him must be...
Layton:
High Inquisitor Darklaw.
Luke:
They look so...serious. It might be difficult to butt in. Perhaps we should wait until they've finished their conversation.
Barnham:
We have prepared for the questioning of Espella Cantabella. She's in the Deathknell Dungeon. Would you like to see her now?
Darklaw:
Barnham, I intend to leave the questioning of the girl to you.
Barnham:
B-but...if she is indeed the Great Witch, shouldn't the High Inquisitor be there?
Darklaw:
It is not necessary that I be present, and I have much faith in your abilities.
Barnham:
Understood. I will not let you down.
Darklaw:
I intend to visit the scene of the crime. You take care of things here while I'm away.
Barnham:
The scene of the crime? You mean...
Darklaw:
That's right. It's unlikely there are any clues left, though. Anyway, the questioning is yours, Barnham.
Barnham:
Yes, Milady.
Luke:
It looks like they've finished talking. Um...uh, Inquisitor Barnham!
Barnham:
............! You...how did you get in here?!
Luke:
S-sorry, sir, we didn't intend to eavesdrop.
Maya:
Uh...Inquisitor Barnham? There's something we'd like to ask you.
Barnham:
............ I've no time right now. You'd best leave.
Maya:
He's gone!
Phoenix:
(Gone to question Espella...)
Layton:
It would appear that we have to find what we need to know from the High Inquisitor.
Examine
Trio of mounted candles to right of Darklaw
You found a hint coin!
Miniature cabinet on right desk
You found a hint coin!
Dagger on bulletin board near left desk
You found a hint coin!
Darklaw
Leads to:
"So you are the High Inquisitor?"
Zacharias Barnham's armor
Phoenix:
That's Barnham's armour. It makes quite an impression.
Luke:
It must be difficult to walk in heavy armour like that. And imagine the heat in summer!
Layton:
The armour and cape are made from the finest materials, far better than what regular knights wear.
Drawing on bulletin board
Phoenix:
A drawing of someone's scary face. Barnham has a gift for caricatures.
Maya:
That's Inquisitor Darklaw! The picture looks like it's used for dagger-throwing practice.
Luke:
Uhm...I hope Mr Barnham and Miss Darklaw have a good work relationship...
Cluster of papers on bulletin board
Phoenix:
So many memos. Magic crime is on the rise, from the looks of it.
Luke:
Does Mr Barnham really need all these notes? Maybe he's just a hoarder.
Maya:
Aww, a picture of smiling Barnham with his doggie! They look cute together.
Quill on left desk
Maya:
Look at that! What a sweet quill stand! I want it!
Phoenix:
...It's cute. Wait, Maya, put it back where it was!
Dumbbell on stack of papers
Phoenix:
Barnham uses a dumbbell as a paper weight. I guess it makes sense when you have that many papers...
Luke:
It's as if Mr Barnham wanted to say, "I've got a heavy workload today."
Maya:
I can picture him slowly making his way through all this while Darklaw stares at him from across the room.
Outward side of left desk
Phoenix:
Does Barnham use his own desk to practise swordplay on? It's badly damaged.
Maya:
It's amazing...that this desk hasn't collapsed yet. It's full of cracks, and bits are chipped off.
Layton:
What a stark contrast with the tidy desk on the other side of the room. It reminds me of my own...
Luke:
All these notes and documents piled up on the desk... The inquisitors have a lot on their plates, too.
Large statue of cloaked woman
Maya:
What a pretty lady...with a ruthless face and a scary sword ready to cut someone's head off...
Layton:
It may symbolise the inquisitors' harsh but just judgement.
Luke:
Labyrinthians seem to be fond of statues. They put them everywhere.
Painting behind right desk
Maya:
A normal-looking painting. It feels like it doesn't belong here.
Layton:
It's a landscape painting of a house by the lake surrounded by beautiful red flowers.
Luke:
I wonder if it's a real place somewhere in Labyrinthia.
Chair behind right desk
Phoenix:
It's the kind of chair you can sit in all night long and not fall asleep.
Layton:
The chair is elegant and of high quality, but not extravagant.
Maya:
Your comments are not half as smart as the professor's, Nick.
Quill on right desk
Luke:
That's a splendid writing quill.
Layton:
Miss Darklaw is taking very good care of that quill. It looks as good as new.
Layton:
So you are the High Inquisitor?
Darklaw:
From the way you talk, one would think we had already met.
Layton:
I'm certain we have never met before. But I did have the opportunity of seeing you at the Storyteller's parade.
Luke:
That's right, Professor! During that parade, she was... standing right next to the Storyteller!
Phoenix:
The Storyteller... Isn't he the one who...err...
Layton:
He's known as "the Creator" in this town.
Maya:
So any person who gets to stand by his side has to be someone important, right?
Darklaw:
Did you all just come here to stand around speculating? If so, then there's a quiet cell in the dungeon which has just become vacant... You can speculate all you want in there.
Layton:
Just a moment, Miss Darklaw. We have come here to talk to you.
Darklaw:
Talk to me?
Layton:
That's right. It's about this trial... We'd like to ask you about it.
Darklaw:
Inquisitors do not make a habit of discussing the details of trials with just anyone.
Layton:
Just anyone? We...or in particular, he... acted as Espella's attorney. That is hardly "just anyone"...
Phoenix:
Uhh...that's me, all right! I'm Phoenix Wright, attorney at law.
Darklaw:
So...you're the one. You're the Knight of the Court who opposed Inquisitor Barnham, aren't you? I received a detailed report. Yes, indeed...most interesting. Hmm... So what would you like to know?
Layton:
(I should ask Darklaw about...)
Espella
Phoenix:
Espella was proven innocent at the last trial. Despite that, she's now been accused of being Bezella, even though there's no decisive evidence to support that claim.
Darklaw:
Just a moment. Before we discuss that, there is one thing I need to make clear. While it's true that you acted as Espella's defender in the last trial, that does not necessarily mean to say you will be defending her again.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean? Just because the trial is different, that doesn't change the fact that I'm her attorney!
Darklaw:
The charge against Espella Cantabella is of the gravest nature.
Phoenix:
You mean the charge that she's the Great Witch Bezella?
Darklaw:
What makes you think the accused wants you to defend her again?
Phoenix:
...!
Maya:
Does that mean that if Espella doesn't ask Nick to defend her again... then he can't request to be her defence attorney?
Darklaw:
Correct. The Great Witch Bezella is the source of all other witches. Her defender could, by their own words, place themselves in great danger.
Luke:
Knowing Espella's kind nature...I don't think she'd want to subject anyone to that risk! That's why she kept quiet earlier.
Layton:
............ However, Espella is, at this very moment, undergoing questioning, is she not? And there's a possibility that she may be cleared of the suspicion of being a witch.
Luke:
That's right! There can't possibly be evidence of Espella actually being a witch! So how could anyone prove she is?!
Darklaw:
Just how well do you people really think you know Espella?
Luke:
Eh?!
Darklaw:
On what grounds can you say that she's not a witch or that there's no evidence? I'd be glad to have you explain that to me.
Maya:
That's not...fair.
Layton:
............
The Great Witch Bezella
Layton:
We are certainly not experts when it comes to the Great Witch Bezella. So could you perhaps tell us more about this particular witch?
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
To begin with, is the Great Witch not just a figure of legend?
Darklaw:
The Great Witch Bezella does exist. That is a fact accepted by all of the townsfolk. In the past, the Great Witch Bezella used her evil power to burn the entire town.
Layton:
Hmm...she burned the town...
Luke:
Professor, we saw that witch in the picture in the library. She was burning the town...
Darklaw:
If the Great Witch Bezella uses her powers, this town could burn again as it did long ago. We have to capture Bezella before that can happen.
Maya:
But there's no way Espella would ever do something like that!
Phoenix:
One thing I'd really like to know is... why Espella, of all people, is suspected of being Bezella.
Darklaw:
............ Of course, there is one reason...
Phoenix:
One reason?
Why Espella is a suspect (appears after "Espella" and "The Great Witch Bezella")
Leads to:
"From what you've told us so far, it seems there's something about Espella that we do not yet know."
Layton:
From what you've told us so far, it seems there's something about Espella that we do not yet know. Something which makes the townsfolk, and you yourself, believe that she is the Great Witch Bezella.
Phoenix:
Could you tell us...what that reason is?
Darklaw:
That's something you will have to investigate. As the High Inquisitor, do you think it would be in my best interests to provide you with that information?
Luke:
Oh, please! If you could just tell us a little more!
Darklaw:
I don't have to tell you anything! If you really want to know, find out for yourselves.
Maya:
Then at least let us SEE Espella!
Phoenix:
So, Inquisitor Barnham is questioning Espella right now, is that right?
Darklaw:
Yes, he is. So seeing her tonight would be difficult. Try coming back tomorrow.
Phoenix:
Tomorrow... All right, fine. We'll try again tomorrow.
Luke:
That we will!
Phoenix:
............
Darklaw:
I hope you all realise how this will look to the people of this town, when they see you all supporting the person suspected of being the Great Witch Bezella.
Phoenix:
When it comes to rescuing Espella, I'm not worried about what people think.
Layton:
And I feel the same way as Mr Wright.
Darklaw:
...That is what I was hoping to hear. At the very least, you should investigate. And I pray I don't see disappointment in your eyes the next time we meet. Now, if you will excuse me...
Maya:
Hey, Nick. I was thinking... We've met her before, haven't we?
Phoenix:
Yeah, we have. In that trial back in England.
Luke:
Huh?! Then who on earth is she?
Phoenix:
I'm not entirely sure. But at that time she was a teacher from a boarding school for girls.
Layton:
Was she indeed? It would seem Labyrinthia is packed full of puzzles. And this is one puzzle that I would really like to solve.
Luke:
Okay then! Leave it to me. I'll give it my best shot! Uhm...where shall we begin?!
Layton:
While I appreciate your enthusiasm, Luke, I wonder if it might be better to first return to the bakery. Mrs Eclaire is no doubt worried about us. We should let her know the situation.
Maya:
Right! We need to tell her all about the trial.
Phoenix:
Argh...I have a feeling that's not going to go too well...
Luke:
I think you did very well, Mr Wright. I'm sure she'll understand.
Maya:
She's like a mother to Espella. She must be worried sick about her.
Phoenix:
Okay, everyone. Let's head back and tell her everything.
Layton:
............ How the court proceedings went, and the way the townspeople reacted... Espella, it would seem you do indeed have a secret...
NEW MYSTERY
High Inquisitor Darklaw
The manner and speech of the mysterious woman accompanying Inquisitor Barnham allude to her high status. Mr Wright and Miss Fey seem to have heard of her. Who on earth could she be?
Standing alongside the Storyteller during the parade indicates her high standing and the power she wields.
Court Entrance
Luke:
Phew...I feel like it's been a while since we've been out here in the fresh air.
Layton:
Indeed. Shall we head back to the bakery? ...Hmm?
???:
Woof-woof! Woof!
Maya:
Yikes!
Phoenix:
Whoa! He's one frisky little puppy.
Maya:
He's a cute little guy, huh? You're just begging to be petted, aren't you, boy?! Good boy, good little doggy...
???:
Ruff, ruff...ruff, ruff, woof!
Maya:
See...see! Look, Nick, he's so happy he's showing his teeth, like he's smiling!
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure dogs show their teeth when they're happy...
Maya:
Don't be such a spoilsport. Come on, try petting him!
???:
Ruff-ruff...woof!
Phoenix:
All right...let me give this a shot. C'mon! Here boy!
Luke:
M-Mr Wright! Don't... Don't pet him!
Phoenix:
Huh...?
???:
Grrrrr... Wooof, wooof-wooof-ruff!
Phoenix:
Ah! Owwwww! Oooooh...
Maya:
I guess...even cute little puppies have a bite worse than their bark...
Layton:
Are you all right, Mr Wright?
Luke:
I tried to warn you...
???:
Woof-woof, ruff!
Maya:
Hmm...I guess you can't always judge a dog by its looks.
Luke:
He may look cute, but what he was saying wasn't cute at all.
Maya:
Wh-what do you mean... by what he was saying, Luke?
Layton:
That's right, Miss Fey. Luke can understand what animals are saying.
Maya:
WOOOOOOW! That's amazing! It's like...magic! Luke, you have magic powers just like the witches do!
Luke:
Umm...given the current circumstances... I'm not so sure that's a good thing!
Maya:
I wish I could talk to animals... I'd love to talk to a puppy! Or even to Espella's cat, Eve.
Luke:
That puppy's way of talking reminded me a lot of Inquisitor Barnham. He said something like: "I'll only say this once, Sir Blue Knight! I, Constantine, do not permit you to stroke me!" Or words to that effect...
Maya:
Hmm... So the dog's name is Constantine, huh?
Layton:
Hmm...perhaps that could have been Inquisitor Barnham's dog.
Luke:
I'm sure of it. He ran off in the direction of the Inquisitors' Hall. Maybe he's going to meet his master.
Maya:
That dog is just like his owner...constant. Constantly barking, constantly biting Nick... and constantly adorable!
Luke:
So, Maya, you mean you really believe in my ability?
Maya:
Trust me, Luke, when it comes to people and their special abilities, nothing surprises me. I have a few myself, you know... Okay then, let's get back to the bakery. Come on, Nick, let's go!
Phoenix:
Ah...I guess so. I think I've been bitten enough for one night... By dog...and by his owner.
A new destination has been added to the map: Road to the Court.
Examine
Bushes at front left corner of building
You found a hint coin!
Crest on left spire
You found a hint coin!
Torch to right of right doorway
You found a hint coin!
Eight-pointed star above entrance
Phoenix:
The Witches' Court is like a cross-breed of a courthouse and an execution place.
Maya:
I wonder why it was built so far away from the rest of the town?
Luke:
This deep in the forest, no one can hear the screams of burning witches...
Layton:
However magnificent this courthouse looks, the trials that take place inside are an ugly matter.
Crest on central spire
Phoenix:
Oh, another owl flew by.
Luke:
Professor, I saw another owl.
Layton:
Owls are nocturnal animals. This forest seems to sustain quite a large population.
Inquisitors' Hall
Examine
Constantine
Layton:
This adorable pup is a courageous, loyal companion. He's wearing his armour with pride.
Luke:
Constantine is a smart dog. He only bites his master's rivals and enemies.
Road to the Court
Examine
Tall grass fronds and flowers next to split path
You found a hint coin!
Six-pronged symbol on signpost
You found a hint coin!
Tall grass fronds between trees on right
You found a hint coin!
Tree foliage on right
Layton:
Hmm...? Did you see the leaves moving in that tree over there?
Luke:
Yes, I did. I wonder what it could be. Perhaps there's a bird up there. ............ ........................ Good grief!
Muffet:
Wah-dee-dah...fwoooooating down. Hu-hu...hu!
Layton:
I must say, this is a surprise! I didn't expect you to drop in like that.
Luke:
What were you doing up there in that tree?
Muffet:
Hu-hu...I can't tell you that. It's a maiden's secwet!
Luke:
I-is that so?
Muffet:
...Do you want to know why?
Luke:
Um...no, it's okay.
Muffet:
Well I suppose I can tell you anyway... I was searching for fwowers.
Layton:
You climbed up that tree to find flowers? You certainly are an active young lady.
Muffet:
I thought of a good way to appeal to the man of my dweams, you see. I'm going to cweate a fwower bouquet like ones the faiwies would make! ............ Am I head over heels?!
Puzzle #24: Pretty PoseyFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Muffet:
If I give him a bouquet such as this... would he ever fall head over heels for me? Oh...I can't wait for the day when I can meet him again!
Muffet (after solving puzzle)
Muffet:
Oh...I'm so looking forward to the day when I next see Inquisitor Barnham and hand over the bouquet!
Tree foliage on far left
Layton:
It is very dark in there. It should not be dangerous, but we had better be careful.
Maya:
To think that a big forest like that's just outside the town!
Luke:
Do you think this forest is infested with witches?
Stone lantern
Phoenix:
There's a sizeable candle inside. It can probably last all night.
Layton:
The stone lantern's design is quite to my liking.
Luke:
Who put that here? It totally doesn't match the style of anything else in this town.
Maya:
Pretty, huh? Now, try coming here at night on your own... The lone lantern would be a scary sight.
Arrows on signpost
Phoenix:
The letters on the signpost are so worn out by the elements that it's almost impossible to read it.
Luke:
This way goes to the courthouse, that one to the shopping district... but what about the other one?
Layton:
Let's find out where that path leads some other time.
North Parade Avenue
Examine
First floor windows in house on closer left
Luke:
It's bright here even after dusk.
Layton:
Perhaps the light helps dispel Labyrinthians' fear of the witches.
Luke:
Is it just my imagination, or are there fewer people around? Have they all gone home because of that story?
Great Archive
Luke:
The opposite side is not very well lit, so it's hard to see anything from here.
Layton:
The Great Archive, towering above us against the dark skies, looks truly imposing.
Luke:
At night, it looks more like a place to test your courage at rather than read books.
Third floor windows in house on closer right
Layton:
Unlike in the other parts of the town, buildings here are tall and magnificent.
Luke:
It looks quite posh.
Layton:
Many of the houses have shops on the ground floor and living quarters above.
Phoenix:
I can see why they chose to do the parade here. Just look at these fancy houses!
Great Archive Entrance
Examine
Great Archive top floor
Luke:
It looks even taller when you see it up close! I can't even see the top!
Layton:
It requires a lot of architectural knowledge to construct a building of this size.
Maya:
Awesome. But looking up at it gave me neck pain. Nick, can you make it go away?
Luke:
It makes me feel giddy just looking up at it!
Burnt roof
Layton:
This seems to be related to the mural we saw in the Great Archive cellar.
Luke:
The librarian said the fire was caused by a fire dragon summoned by Bezella, the Great Witch.
Labyrinthian coat-of-arms flag on right
Luke:
Those symbols were in the Great Archive, too.
Layton:
These flags serve to constantly remind the townspeople that their creator is watching them.
Luke:
It's a bit unsettling, although I can't really say why.
Archway on right
Luke:
Labyrinthia seems surrounded by cliffs and woods. In the distance there's nothing but fog.
Layton:
The fog is so thick, I can't see far.
Maya:
Huh? Did someone just say something? I was miles away...
Luke:
This place looks so mysterious, surrounded by the misty forest.
Great Archive
Examine
Statues on either side
Layton:
There are two identical statues, one on each side.
Luke:
The statues portray people reading. Maybe that's supposed to motivate those who come here to read more.
Phoenix:
Maybe we should put a statue of someone eating bread in our bakery to boost sales.
Area around left ladder
Layton:
This appears to be documentation on accidents and criminal cases.
Phoenix:
The professor would be itching to dig up any hidden puzzles buried in those books...
Luke:
There's nothing on magic or witches in here.
Owl statue
Layton:
An owl statue. This is a frequently used motif in this town.
Luke:
Ah, that's right! The flags also have an owl symbol on them!
Phoenix:
Aztec tribes associated owls with witchcraft and evil...but I don't think that's the case here.
Candle chandeliers on either side
Luke:
A candle chandelier. How do they light the candles?
Layton:
I would venture a guess that they light them from the second floor, with the aid of a long stick.
Maya:
Oh, I'd love to give it a try! Think they'll let me light it up?
Luke:
Reading by candlelight can ruin your eyesight.
Special Viewing Room
Examine
Framed painting on left
Luke:
Oh, these colours and the brush strokes...this wasn't painted by some amateur!
Layton:
An abstract painting in soft colours. It reminds me of a meadow in spring.
Luke:
Huh? If you look at it from a distance, it resembles an animal.
Maya:
It looks kinda like a hippo...
Cabinet behind Grand Grimoire
Luke:
It's locked. I can't even peek inside.
Layton:
A cabinet that cannot be opened... This smells like a puzzle to me.
Maya:
Something really important or valuable must be inside.
Luke:
It won't open no matter how much I push or pull. Maybe it's locked with a puzzle?
Layton:
Oh, it appears we could not open it simply because the door was not fitted properly.
Painting in elliptical frame
Layton:
A lively picture of children playing.
Luke:
There's a woman in this picture. Is this someone famous in Labyrinthia?
Layton:
The author's signature is on the bottom. It seems to be a self-portrait.
Maya:
So this archive isn't only about books. There are some paintings, too.
Candle chandelier
Luke:
It looks like candles are the only source of light at night in the Great Archive.
Layton:
The quiet Great Archive, bathed in warm candlelight, looks very peaceful.
Maya:
All these candles are making the room so hot. Isn't this a fire hazard?
Luke:
It looks very nice, but I wouldn't want to be the one who replaces all these candles when they burn out.
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Streetlamp
Layton:
Few lights are on at night around here, giving this place a very different atmosphere.
Luke:
These are some fancy street lights. What's that burning inside?
Layton:
London street lights used to be powered by gas, but that is not the case here.
Blacksmith vendor
Luke:
You can hear hammer strikes even at night.
Layton:
He may have received an urgent order. You can tell from the sound that he's very keen on the work.
Luke:
The town feels somewhat desolate at night, so seeing shops like this brightens up the mood a little.
Maya:
Oh, that's a super-cute helm! It would look awesome on the professor!
Cobblestone path
Luke:
The middle of the road is paved with white cobblestones.
Layton:
These cobblestones surround the shopping district. This must be the main street.
Luke:
If you follow the white line, you won't get lost.
Town Square Outskirts
Examine
Door on left building
Luke:
The windows are closed, but the first floor lights are on.
Layton:
Very few people are out and about at this hour. Streets empty out as night sets in.
Luke:
Witches found their way even into the professor's office! Doors and shutters won't keep them out.
Fountain
Layton:
It's a water fountain. The water looks very clear. It may be suitable for drinking.
Luke:
There must be a spring somewhere nearby.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I used to draw water from this water fountain back in the olden days when I was a baker.
Crates on left
Layton:
A pile of discarded wooden crates.
Luke:
They're just crates. Nothing to see.
Maya:
Time for a treasure hunt! Let's see what's inside these crates! Uhm... they're all empty...
Town Centre
Examine
Knight-on-horseback statue
Luke:
The fountain looks marvellous illuminated by the lights.
Layton:
They don't seem to use electricity for light. There must be torches on the inside of the trough at the base.
Luke:
The statue has a different air about it at night.
Top of barrel
Luke:
The cat that was here earlier has gone off somewhere.
Layton:
It might have gone for a patrol around its territory.
Luke:
Cats sleep so much during the day that they're full of energy at night.
Shop billboard
Layton:
It doesn't seem to be open for business at night, either.
Luke:
The lights are on upstairs, but maybe the shopkeeper's unwell?
Layton:
We should put our time to better use than waiting for this shop to open. Let us go back.
Main Street
Examine
Labyrinthian flag at top left
Luke:
I was staring at that flag for so long that I started to make out a face in the pattern...
Layton:
The coat of arms is unlike anything I have seen in books on the topic.
Luke:
Those flags are all over the place, so they've got to be important, I guess.
Produce vendor
Luke:
The shop's closed. The owner must have gone home already.
Layton:
The shop staff may have just gone to purchase fresh produce.
Gear vendor
Layton:
I am not averse to admiring implements of this sort.
Luke:
These things don't have anything to do with witches or magic.
Layton:
Archaeologists learn about ancient cultures by examining sundries like these.
E. Shopping Area
Patty:
Phoenix! Maya! Why are you back so late! [sic]
Maya:
Uh...yeah, sorry we're so late. It's just that...
Phoenix:
Well...we, um... About Espella...
Patty:
Ha-ha-ha-ha... What are you two looking so glum about? I was so surprised!
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Patty:
Just how is it...that you could do such a brilliant job as a defender?! It was wonderful the way you proved Espella innocent. Thank you...from the bottom of my heart.
Phoenix:
Not at all...no need to thank me. After all, Espella is still...
Patty:
I know, Phoenix.
Maya:
Oh, were you...watching the trial?
Patty:
I certainly was, Maya. There's no reason for you to look so glum. The way you stood up to the inquisition... In all my life I've never seen anything like it! That outstretched arm... That pointing finger... It was truly a sight to behold, Phoenix!
Phoenix:
Boss...
Patty:
That's why I'm not at all worried.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Patty:
Because I believe in you, Phoenix. And I know you'll rescue Espella again. You will rescue her, won't you?
Phoenix:
I will. I'll be there for her, no matter what! Right to the very end.
Patty:
Ha-ha-ha...that's a promise now, you hear? Now, then... You must both be tired after all you've been through. You must have a good rest! And that means you two gentlemen as well!
Luke:
Oh...do you mean us?
Patty:
Of course! Why, if it hadn't been for you two, Phoenix couldn't have done what he did.
Layton:
Thank you, madam.
Patty:
Perhaps I should bring out another extra large loaf for our young apprentice here!
Luke:
No! I mean, I'm fine...really... But thanks for the offer!
Maya:
Nick, we have to give it all we've got! For the boss' [sic] sake!
Phoenix:
You've got that right.
Layton:
It might be difficult to rest right after a trial like that. But tonight, perhaps we should all try to get a good rest, as Mrs Eclaire suggests.
Phoenix:
I agree, Professor. Tomorrow's a new day, after all.
Luke:
Let's go inside, then. If we don't take that rest, we won't be able to do our best tomorrow! I hope Espella is able to rest for tonight as well...
Patty:
............
Examine
Butcher
Layton:
There's a butcher next to the fishmonger. It's still open.
Luke:
Extended opening hours? That's convenient. Do you think they take pounds and pennies?
Layton:
I think we've all got a bit hungry. We seem to be noticing only food.
Seafood vendor
Luke:
Ooooh! Phosphorescent anglerfish!
Layton:
And that would be octopus over there. It looks belligerent and ready to spray the potential buyer with ink.
Luke:
They've sold out of most of their products today.
Empty trays on right
Layton:
This is the entrance to the bakery. Shall we go in?
Luke:
Let's stay the night here and resume our investigation tomorrow morning.
Bakery
Leads to:
"Well then, let's all turn in for the night."
Espella's Room
Examine
Roof window
Layton:
Calming moonlight is pouring into the room through the roof window.
Luke:
It must be very nice to lie down in bed with a view of the starry skies above!
Bookshelf
Luke:
Thick volumes are lined up on the shelf.
Layton:
Labyrinthian books...interesting. I would like to read some when we have time.
Luke:
They're all very thick. It would take you some time to read them, Professor.
Maya:
They all have bor...difficult titles. I'm impressed by this...studiousness. Hey, is that a word?
Jars of jam on right
Layton:
Jars with...jam, perhaps? They all have vibrant colours.
Luke:
They look scrumptious.
Layton:
I am sure this jam would be even more delicious on Mrs Eclaire's freshly baked bread.
Phoenix:
Oh, Espella's home-made jam! Of course I'd love to try some!
Entrance
Leads to:
"Well then, let's all turn in for the night."
Bakery
Layton:
Well then, let's all turn in for the night.
Maya:
............
Luke:
...Ah! Is that you, Maya?
Maya:
Hey, Luke. What's the matter? Can't sleep?
Luke:
I kind of woke up... But then, I guess you did too, right? You're worried about Espella, aren't you?
Maya:
Yeah...
Luke:
After all, you were living here together. She must be like a member of the family. But you and Mr Wright found yourselves here in Labyrinthia, just like me and the professor, didn't you?
Maya:
Seems that way... Even though we've supposedly been living here for five years now... But those memories... didn't exactly turn out to be real. I've got no idea how I even had that kind of memory in the first place... On top of that, even the boss seemed to have the exact same memory of us... She's done so much to take care of us. When I think about it, I can't help but feel like we were deceiving her, y'know?
Luke:
I don't think you have any reason to feel that way, Maya. It's not your fault that your memories have changed. And even if the memories are different, I'm sure your feelings for Mrs Eclaire and Espella are real.
Maya:
You're so right, Luke! Thanks, Luke! I feel way better now!
Luke:
Not at all...it's nothing.
Maya:
Aaaaaaall right! I'm gonna try real hard and get my beauty sleep! I'll be out faster than you can say "good night"!
Luke:
I'm not so sure beauty is achieved by sleeping, or that sleep is something you can try hard at, but I'm definitely ready to sleep! Um...Maya, did you just say something?
Maya:
Me? I didn't say anything...
Luke:
But I'm sure I heard something. Maybe it was from outside.
Maya:
I wonder what it was...? Let's go and have a look, Luke.
E. Shopping Area
Maya:
Hey, isn't that Patty over there?
Luke:
It looks like she's searching for something.
Patty:
Eve... Coooeeeee... Eve! Goodness me, where could that cat have gone? She doesn't normally go wandering off at this time of the night... I suppose you're worried about Espella too, aren't you? ...Espella... I wonder what she's doing right now... Is she crying herself to sleep? Don't worry, Espella! You've got friends here, and we're going to make sure you come home to us safely! And when you do, we'll all sit down and have a nice dinner together!
Maya:
Boss...
Luke:
She's worrying so much about Espella... She looks so sad...
Maya:
She really does... This must be so hard for her. ............
Luke:
...Maya! I've got a great idea! Let's go and find Eve for her. If Eve still isn't back by the time Espella comes home... she'd miss her for sure! And Mrs Eclaire could relax a little too.
Maya:
Luke, you're a little genius! Let's go and find Eve for Espella and Patty! But I wonder where she could've gone?
Luke:
We'll probably find her quicker if we ask around a bit. Eve is easy to recognise. She looks quite distinctive and has that scarf around her neck. I'm sure someone must have seen her.
Maya:
Correction, you're not just a "little" genius, you're a super-mega-huge genius!
Luke:
It's nothing! I mean, I am the professor's apprentice!
Maya:
Let's get this show on the road. How about we start by looking around the town centre?
Luke:
Right you are, Maya! But we'd better take care, since we'll be in the streets at night. Don't worry though! If anything happens, you can rely on me! It's the job of every gentleman to protect a lady! Let's go, Maya!
Maya:
As the grown-up here, I can't help but feel it should be me who's doing the protecting...
Examine
Butcher
Maya:
Eve isn't at the butcher's.
Luke:
Maybe she went farther away. Let's check some other places.
Seafood vendor
Maya:
Eve is so lucky to live next to the fishmonger!
Luke:
Eve's not here now. Where can she be?
Empty trays on right
Maya:
I guess...we really weren't bakers.
Luke:
Mrs Eclaire looked very concerned. I'd like to help her out as much as possible.
Bakery
Examine
Top shelf
Maya:
Oh, the bread I baked has sold!
Luke:
Yeah! It was somewhat misshaped and a bit burnt, but it didn't taste that bad, it seems!
Maya:
Luke, what matters is that you put your heart into baking those loaves, not how they turn out in the end!
Wood oven
Maya:
Let's chuck in some more logs and see them burn!
Luke:
No, that's too much! The bakery will burn down if you stuff so much wood into the oven!
Jar on right
Maya:
Nick brings the water from the well near the town square.
Luke:
There's not much water left in this one. Let's go get some more tomorrow morning.
Espella's Room
Examine
Roof window
Maya:
Maybe Eve will just come back on her own?
Luke:
We should be looking for her, not hoping she'll just come back at some point!
Bookshelf
Maya:
Maybe Eve is hiding behind the bookshelf?
Luke:
She's not there. She must have gone outside.
Jars of jam on right
Maya:
I secretly had a few spoonfuls earlier. It's so rich and yummy!
Luke:
Why not sell your bread and jam together? That'd be an irresistible combo!
Great Archive Entrance
Examine
Constantine
Constantine:
Woof, woof, ruff, ruff!
Maya:
Look, it's Constantine! I wonder what he's doing here this late...
Constantine:
Ruff, woof, woof, woof!
Luke:
It seems he's on his evening patrol. Looks like Constantine's a member of the order of knights too.
Constantine:
Ruff, ruff!
Maya:
Wow, really? So I guess that makes him a "Dog of the Order" then.
Luke:
Hmm...Dog of the Order...Order of the Dog, eye of the needle...knee of the idol... Constance of the Order!
Maya:
Hey, Luke!
Luke:
What is it, Maya?
Maya:
Why don't you ask Constantine if he's seen Eve?
Luke:
Right! Let's see what he's got to say. Hey, Constantine, what's up, boy? Have you seen Eve?
Constantine:
Ruff, ruff...grrr...
Maya:
I-I wonder what's wrong? He seems to be upset.
Luke:
Apparently Constantine doesn't like Eve.
Constantine:
Woof, woof, grrr...
Luke:
"What makes you think I have even the slightest interest in a feline like that?!" ...Is what he said.
Maya:
Feline...? I guess this must be a cats and dogs thing. Hey, Luke, ask him why he doesn't like Eve!
Luke:
Um...okay. But we're getting a little personal now...
Constantine:
Woof, woof, ruff! Ruff, woof, woof, woof, woof!
Luke:
"It's nothing to do with liking or disliking. I just have no interest in her, that's all!" ...Is how he put it.
Maya:
Well, I think Constantine actually likes Eve.
Constantine (subsequent times)
Constantine:
Rrrrr...ruff!
Luke:
"I'm not patrolling to chase after some furry feline!" ...He says.
Maya:
Yeah? Well, I think it's just the mysterious male psyche at work here...
Great Archive top floor
Maya:
Just imagine dropping a book from the top! It could kill someone! Especially a hardcover edition.
Luke:
Miss Maya, why do you always think about such horrible things...
Burnt roof
Luke:
The librarian said the fire was caused by a fire dragon summoned by Bezella, the Great Witch.
Labyrinthian coat-of-arms flag on right
Luke:
You get used to seeing it everywhere after a while.
Maya:
Maybe it's an occult symbol, with some hidden scary power!
Archway on right
Maya:
Eve wouldn't have got this far, right?
Luke:
I don't think Eve would have gone all the way over there.
Great Archive
Examine
Ridelle Mystere
Ridelle:
Well, good evening! What brings you here at this late hour? It's past our closing time, you know. We can't lend you any books, I'm afraid.
Luke:
No, no... We're not here to borrow books. We were just wondering if you've seen a black cat around here, by any chance...
Ridelle:
A black cat...? No, I'm afraid I've been working late here in the library.
Maya:
So you haven't seen her, huh? I wonder where Eve could have gone...
Ridelle:
If the cat is a pet, surely it will find its own way home.
Luke:
Yes, but we want to find her. Someone's feeling downhearted, and we're trying to help.
Ridelle:
How admirable. Well, I wish you both luck. But remember to take care...especially after that incident.
Luke:
Yes...yes, indeed.
Ridelle:
By the way... since you're here... Why not take a look at a puzzle or two before leaving?
Leads to puzzle archival
Ridelle Mystere (subsequent times)
Ridelle:
I'm afraid I haven't seen your black cat... but I have seen a lot of puzzles. Why not take a look at one or two before you go?
Leads to puzzle archival
Statues on either side
Luke:
They went to so much trouble to make these statues look identical. Amazing.
Maya:
Yeah, must've been hard to make them look the same! The bread I bake looks different every time!
Area around left ladder
Maya:
That sure is a lot of books! Has anyone ever read them all?
Double doors on second floor
Luke:
It's closed. The librarian must have locked the door.
Owl statue
Maya:
Does the door under the owl statue lead to the Special Viewing Room?
Luke:
Unauthorised access is strictly forbidden!
Candle chandeliers on either side
Luke:
The Great Archive deserves a great chandelier, I guess.
Maya:
Doesn't melting wax drip on the heads of people below?
Road to the Court
Examine
Tree foliage on far left
Maya:
If Eve went into the forest, there's no way we can find her.
Luke:
I doubt she went there. Let's go back and look for her in the town.
Stone lantern
Luke:
It stands there silently, in the middle of the forest.
Maya:
Eve wouldn't have crawled inside, would she?
Arrows on signpost
Luke:
The path leads deep into the forest. I'd like to follow it with the professor one day and see where it goes.
Maya:
Yeah, I don't think Eve went that way. Let's go back to the town?
Court Entrance
Examine
Eight-pointed star above entrance
Maya:
No way we're going to get in at this hour.
Luke:
Miss Maya, why don't we go back to the town for now?
Crest on central spire
Maya:
Patty must be worried sick about Eve. Gotta find her quickly!
Luke:
Miss Maya, I don't think Eve would have come all the way here...
Town Square Outskirts
Examine
Door on left building
Maya:
Hel-lo! Anyone home? Can I interest you in ordering freshly baked bread from the bakery?
Luke:
You're so business-minded, Miss Maya! But maybe you shouldn't yell under people's windows at night.
Fountain
Maya:
I used to come here with Nick... He'd carry the water pots and I'd cheer him on.
Crates on left
Luke:
Maya, don't you get those urges to open up all the boxes and see what's inside?
Maya:
Maybe we could build a cat fort for Eve with these crates and boxes!
North Parade Avenue
Examine
Mailer
Leads to:
"Make way... Make way! Letters to be delivered!"
First floor windows in house on closer left
Maya:
I always wanted to chill out at a trendy place like this.
Luke:
It looks pricey, but I guess we could step in for a bit, if you want to.
Maya:
Uhm, you're right, we'd need deeper pockets to be able to enjoy this place, anyway...
Great Archive
Maya:
That's the Great Archive. Think it's a nice place to work at? Maybe I should apply.
Luke:
Dewey said it's paradise for book-lovers.
Maya:
Well, a bakery is paradise for bread-lovers!
Third floor windows in house on closer right
Maya:
These tall buildings must be perfect for watching the parade! The view has to be stunning!
Luke:
Look at how wide the road is here. Maybe this area was designed especially for the parades.
???:
Make way... Make way! Letters to be delivered!
Luke:
Ah! Sorry!
Mailer:
Phew... Okay. Everything seems to be okay. ...Hmm? What is it?
Luke:
It's a little late in the evening to be delivering letters, isn't it?
Mailer:
Yes! Yes, it is. But I'm the only courier in this town. Which means I'm always busy! Even at this time of day!
Maya:
What? You're the only one? That must be tough...
Mailer:
So...what is it then? What can I do for you?
Luke:
Oh, right! Um, you haven't seen a black cat anywhere around here, by any chance?
Mailer:
Black...cat...hmm... ...Ah! Siiiiiiiirrr! I do believe I did! I saw it! The cat, I mean.
Maya:
Wait, really? That's great! Can you tell us about it?
Mailer:
Well, I could... But I'm wondering. Should I tell you for free...?
Luke:
Oh... Uhm, we don't have any money on us, if that's what you mean.
Mailer:
No, no. Not money. It's just, I'm kind of in a bind. I'm sort of not sure. About where to take the next letter, I mean. Do you think you could help me with it?
Luke:
If that's all that's troubling you, we'd be glad to help!
Puzzle #25: Puppy Postal PatrolFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
No penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Mailer:
Hey... That's amazing! Now I know where to go! Thanks!
Luke:
A puzzle like that is a piece of cake.
Mailer:
Now then. A promise is a promise! Let me tell you about that cat. Although... I, um... I didn't actually see it. The cat, I mean. I more heard it. Or rather, about it. The minstrel near the fountain was singing about a black cat.
Luke:
Near the fountain? That's in the town centre, isn't it!
Mailer:
Right! Well, time's ticking. Better get going. These won't deliver themselves, you know! The letters, I mean.
Maya:
Wow...that's a world-class sprint! Now THAT'S determination! C'mon, Luke! Put the pedal to the metal!
Luke:
H-hey, Maya...wait for me!
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Price
Leads to:
"Um, excuse me."
Streetlamp
Maya:
They are so dim. Are you sure they aren't using energy-saving light bulbs?
Luke:
We're not going to get ambushed by any witches, right? Not that I'm scared...
Dry goods shop on left
Maya:
Eve may be sleeping, curled up in one of these pots!
Luke:
That's right. Cats love getting inside narrow spaces, like boxes or pots. I guess they feel cosy.
Blacksmith vendor
Luke:
You seem to be really into helms, Miss Maya. I thought you could only get this enthusiastic about food...
Maya:
Well, they're the coolest headgear. Let's get one for the professor! He'll love it!
Luke:
Ugh, I don't think he will... Let's ask him first?
Cobblestone path
Maya:
Stop looking down at your feet... Or you won't notice the world around you!
Luke:
But...we're looking for Eve, so we should keep our eyes on the road...
Luke:
Um, excuse me.
Price:
What is it, lad? You have something you wish to sell? It must be serious for a young fellow-my-lad like yourself to be visiting my shop at this hour.
Maya:
Um...what kind of store is this anyway? I only see a bunch of pots and junk here...
Price:
This is a pawnbroker's shop, madam. So, pray tell, what is it that you're selling?
Luke:
We're not exactly here on business... We're just looking for a cat.
Maya:
It's a cute black cat called Eve. You haven't seen her, have you?
Price:
A black cat, you say... I have a feeling I may have seen it, but then again... Uuuummm...
Maya:
Yes?
Price:
Um, it's no good. I felt I was about to remember for a moment there, but... I've got things on my mind and am finding it hard to concentrate, you see. If only I could solve this...
Maya:
Oh...are you talking about a puzzle? Becaaaaause I could totally solve it for you. ZVARRI! Just like that!
Luke:
I'll help too! Maya's still a newbie when it comes to solving puzzles.
Maya:
Okay, Luke. We can do this, can't we? ZVARRI! Just like that!
Price:
Then let's get to it, madam. Recently, the mice have been bothersome. I want to catch the mice that have been causing trouble in the shop and teach them a lesson!
Puzzle #26: MousequeradeFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Price:
Hehm... I didn't think you'd solve such a difficult puzzle so easily. I'm quite impressed!
Maya:
All right! That settles it then, I'm the professor's new apprentice!
Luke:
Ah, I think not! The professor has only one apprentice, and that's me!
Price:
So do you two want to talk about a cat, or don't you?
Luke:
O-of course we do. We'd very much like to hear about that cat. So, Mr Pawnbroker, what can you tell us?
Price:
Well, I haven't actually seen the cat. But I'm certain I overheard the minstrel near the fountain singing about a black cat.
Luke:
Near the fountain, got it! Thank you! We'll go and take a look there.
Examine
Price
Price:
This is a pawnbroker's shop. You two are perhaps a little young to be needing my services.
Town Centre (after solving puzzle given by Price in W. Shopping Area or Mailer in North Parade Avenue)
Examine
Bardly
Leads to:
"Good evening, sir. There's something we'd like to ask you."
Knight-on-horseback statue
Maya:
She's not in the fountain. I thought she could've gone for a swim...
Luke:
Cats generally hate water, but there may be some that do like it.
Top of barrel
Luke:
A stray cat sleeps here during the day but disappears at night.
Maya:
Maybe it left because it found the ultimate barrel and this one just doesn't compare any more!
Luke:
If it was still here, I could have asked about Eve...
Shop billboard
Luke:
Miss Maya, do you have any idea what kind of a shop this is?
Maya:
I vaguely remember someone telling me this is where all the bottle enthusiasts gather!
Luke:
Say again? Bottle enthusiasts? Uhm, that's...weird.
Luke:
Good evening, sir. There's something we'd like to ask you.
Bardly:
............
Luke:
What's the matter? You're a bit quiet this evening, aren't you?
Bardly:
............
Maya:
I wonder what's up...a sore throat, maybe?
Bardly:
C'est la vie, c'est la vie...
Luke:
C'est la vie?
Bardly:
I have no choice but to retire... C'est la vie!
Maya:
Yikes!
Bardly:
Alas, now a rival has up and appeared, So how can I sing when I'm so afeared?♪ A simple bard just cannot compete, With a rival that strong, he cannot be beat♪
Luke:
P-please calm down! What do you mean?
Bardly:
Hm? Ahem...
Oh, that bard, with a parrot on his shoulder. Wrapped in colours, he couldn't be bolder♪ When he sings, it is with such grace, He draws the eyes of all in the place♪ This bardly bard named Bardly, No bird sits on his shoulder, Dressed so drably he can hardly...♪
Compete with the bard who is bolder. *sigh*
Luke:
It would seem some amazing new rival has appeared.
Bardly:
............Woe is me...
Maya:
Well, for starters...you could try perking up a little.
Bardly:
...Perking up... I need some colour to cheer up my day... I need some colour to replace the grey...
Luke:
You need...colour?
Bardly:
For example, bright colours such as these!♪
Puzzle #27: Stained GlassFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Look at this, Mr Bardly! The colours are beautiful. Come on, cheer up! A minstrel isn't judged by appearances, he's judged by his songs. I'm certain that there are many people who love to hear your songs, Mr Bardly.
Maya:
Absolutely! I, for one, would love to hear more of your songs!
Bardly:
............Really?
Maya:
Yes, really!
Bardly:
............Really, truly?
Luke:
Yes, truly - really!
Bardly:
............
Oh, yes, you're right! Now I feel reborn, There's no reason for me, To feel so forlorn!♪ I shall sing to my heart's content! Morn, noon and night, on and on and on! I won't give up without a fight!♪
Maya:
That's more like it! At least he's perked up enough to continue singing.
Luke:
Yeah, too right! That's a relief.
Bardly:
In return for the cheer that you did bring, Now, more than ever, I'll continue to sing♪
Luke:
You're very welcome!
Maya:
Still...it seems like there's another minstrel somewhere in town...
Bardly:
Oh, oh kindly duo, what could it be? What brings you to Bardly? What would you ask of me?♪
Luke:
Oh! I almost forgot! Mr Bardly, have you seen a black cat anywhere around here?
Bardly:
I've seen it, seen it, I've seen a black cat! Since you are asking, I'll sing about that♪ A beautiful black cat with fur so sleek, Chased and chased, ran to the main street♪ Three knights gave chase, but it didn't last, The cat got away, by running so fast♪
Maya:
That's it, Luke! Eve must've gone to the main street!
Luke:
Come on, Maya... Let's go that way!
Maya:
Yeah! He mentioned something about Eve being chased... We'd better hurry!
Examine
Bardly
Bardly:
A beautiful black cat with fur so sleek,
Chased and chased, ran to the main street.
Three knights gave chase, but it didn't last,
The cat got away, by running so fast.
Main Street
Examine
Conversing knights
Leads to:
"If we don't hurry up and find that cat, it'll get away from us."
Labyrinthian flag at top left
Maya:
There's even a flag here! It's not looking very perky though.
Luke:
That's just because there's no wind right now.
Produce vendor
Maya:
This shop's closed. We should've come during business hours.
Luke:
It's so late that the shopkeepers have already gone home.
Gear vendor
Luke:
Stalls like these look more appealing at night rather than during the day.
Maya:
It's the ambience of a stall that makes a difference!
Knight:
If we don't hurry up and find that cat, it'll get away from us.
Knight:
Come on, give me a break. Just how long do you intend to chase after a cat?!
Knight:
If we don't get back to our posts, the captain's going to blow his top!
Knight:
Even so, I'm sure that cat was a stray. Surely it's part of the code of chivalry to rescue people and animals without distinction?
Knight:
But we've done nothing but chase it around. Sheesh, why did you have to be in our squad?
Luke:
Did you hear that, Maya? Those knights are talking about a cat!
Maya:
Yep, and I bet they're talking about Eve!
Luke:
Let's ask them! Um, excuse me, sir. We're looking for a black cat... and we overheard you talking about a cat.
Maya:
We're looking for a black cat wearing a purple neck scarf.
Knight:
Eh? A cat, you say? That must be...
Knight:
Hey, wait a minute! Aren't those two the ones... who gave Inquisitor Barnham such a hard time at the trial?
Knight:
Aha! These are the ones, all right. They were with that defender.
Knight:
What business could you possibly have with us? Be off with you! Or feel our wrath!
Knight:
I know nothing of this cat you seek.
Luke:
Eh? But I heard you... You were talking about chasing a cat.
Maya:
Yeah, I heard you too. You were worried about her escaping.
Knight:
E-even so, I don't know what I don't know and can't tell what I can't tell!
Luke:
Come on, just tell us! We need to find her.
Knight:
You can ask as much as you like... but we know nothing!
Knight:
Saw nothing!
Knight:
Heard nothing!
Puzzle #28: An Evening StrollFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Knight:
Seen nothing, heard nothing, know nothing! And we're not going to tell! ...Hmm?!
Luke:
We've worked out where Eve is, Maya! And you know where she's going, don't you?
Maya:
I sure do. It looks like she ran off toward the town square.
Knight:
Nooo! We didn't even tell you, how did you work it out? Did you read our minds?!
Luke:
No, the answer was in the puzzle!
Maya:
Say, shouldn't you be getting back before your captain goes ballistic?
Knight:
Touché!
Maya:
We're close to finding Eve, Luke!
Luke:
Right, let's go and find her before she goes running off somewhere else.
Maya:
Yeah! Hey, you know what? I could really get used to this whole puzzle-solving thing! You know, it's like the moment I saw the answer it just felt so right...and I was right!
Luke:
Hey, I was right too, you know?! Anyway, let's go!
Town Square
Luke:
......... It's...it's you!
Maya:
High Inquisitor...Darklaw!
Darklaw:
......... Oh...if it isn't you two. Isn't it a bit late for you to be out here strolling around?
Examine
Darklaw
Leads to:
"Um...so what are you doing here, anyway?"
Right bench
Maya:
Aren't you tired, Luke? Why don't we take a short break?
Luke:
I'm not a little boy! I can walk. And I'm not tired at all.
Belfry
Maya:
A bell this large can probably be heard throughout the whole town.
Luke:
Do they ever ring it, though? Miss Maya, have you heard it?
Maya:
Uhm...nope. Maybe it's broken?
Bell tower entrance
Luke:
I hope Eve didn't get inside.
Maya:
Even she wouldn't be able to sneak in unnoticed with those guards around.
Luke:
Um...so what are you doing here, anyway?
Darklaw:
.........
Maya:
You seem...a little different, somehow.
Darklaw:
Well, well... aren't you quite the inquisitive ones? I'm the inquisitor here, remember? Anyway, I happen to be on duty.
Maya:
On duty? This late at night?
Darklaw:
As long as there are witches in this town, there will always be crimes of magic. I'm directing the knights' enquiry into a certain incident involving this bell tower.
Luke:
A...certain incident?
Darklaw:
Three months ago, an alchemist residing not far from here was murdered. Naturally...it was at the hand of a witch.
Luke:
D-did you say an alchemist? A witch murdered an alchemist using magic? That's terrible.
Darklaw:
Indeed...it was a dreadful incident. And it is the only case to remain unsolved.
Maya:
The only incident to remain unsolved...
Darklaw:
That's the reason we are working on it through the night. Go home to the comfort of your beds... We wouldn't want you meeting a witch now, would we?
Luke:
Hey, I'm no child, you know?
Maya:
That's "we", Luke!
Luke:
We happen to be searching for a cat. It's a black cat called Eve.
Darklaw:
............Eve............?
Maya:
Hey...have you seen her?
Darklaw:
I have seen no sign of any cat. Not around here.
Luke:
O-oh...really?
Maya:
But...she has to be somewhere nearby. Come on, Luke, let's look around a bit more!
Luke:
Yeah...right you are, Maya! Well, thank you, High Inquisitor Darklaw.
Darklaw:
............ ...Maya Fey.
Maya:
Y-yes! What...what is it? Wait... That's weird... I don't remember telling you my name...
Darklaw:
There are witches in the most unlikely of places. You must remain vigilant.
Maya:
............! Wh-what did she mean by that?
Luke:
Hey, Maya! Over here! I've found Eve! What's the matter, come on!
Maya:
Um...yeah...okay...I'm coming!
MYSTERY SOLVED
High Inquisitor Darklaw
She is the High Inquisitor and leader of the Inquisition. Her stance on witches and witchcraft is strict, as is her attitude towards her subordinates.
Working alone relentlessly at night, she appears to embrace a hate for witches. As yet, I do not know why.
Town Square Outskirts
Eve:
Meeow!
Maya:
Eve! We found you! Finally!
Eve:
Meeow!
Luke:
I'm so glad you're safe. Espella would be so upset if anything happened to you.
Maya:
She sure would, Luke. She said that Eve is "a real friend". Hopefully, the boss will feel better too when we get Eve back home.
Luke:
I'm sure she will. Come on then, let's go back to the bakery.
Examine
Crates on left
Luke:
Maya, don't you get those urges to open up all the boxes and see what's inside?
Town Square
Examine
Belfry
Luke:
I keep thinking about the incident High Inquisitor Darklaw told us about.
Bell tower entrance
Maya:
We've found Eve, mission complete. No need to check that area.
Town Centre
Examine
Conversing knights
Eve:
Meeow!
Knight:
Ah! It's the black cat! Did you come back to see me? You're so cute, you sweet little pussycat. I'd like to stroke you.
Eve:
...Meeow!
Knight:
...Ah!
Luke:
I suggest you keep your hands...or should I say gauntlets, to yourself. Eve seems a little afraid of you.
Knight:
A little afraid? How would you know? Don't keep her all to yourself. Come on, let me stroke her too!
Knight:
Hey, will you cut that out already?!
Knight:
It looks like we may have to drag him back to his post...
Knight:
Aww, and just when I'd found the cat... No, no...I don't want to go back!
Knight:
Look, we know you love cute animals, but you're going a little too far.
Knight:
Seriously though, how can you even call yourself a knight? Why did you join up in the first place?
Knight:
I was sure there would be cute pets in the order of knights... You know, like Inquisitor Barnham's...
Knight:
So it was little Constantine that attracted you to the group?
Maya:
Hey, Luke. I think we should go, while the going is good.
Luke:
I think you're right, Maya... Before they decide to chase after Eve again.
Eve:
Meeow!
Conversing knights (subsequent times)
Maya:
Hey, Luke. I think we should go, while the going is good.
Luke:
I think you're right, Maya... Before they decide to chase after Eve again.
Eve:
Meeow!
Knight-on-horseback statue
Luke:
Eve the cat is drinking water greedily. She must have been parched.
Top of barrel
Maya:
Looks like the barrel cat has quite an active nightlife.
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Price
Eve:
Meeow.
Price:
Ho! That's a fine looking cat! A-ha! This must be the cat those three knights were searching for.
Eve:
Meeow.
Price:
Does this cat belong to you two?
Luke:
No...it belongs to Espella.
Price:
Oh, really? Espella's cat... It's not really for me to say, but I feel I must warn you both... Stay away from that girl. You do realise she's being held on suspicion of being the Great Witch Bezella? Of course I would never say it out loud, but I always suspected as much...
Maya:
Espella is not a witch!
Luke:
Yeah, no way is she a witch! Don't talk like it's a foregone conclusion!
Price:
I, uh...I'm sorry. You're right, of course. Although... it's not as unreasonable as you might think.
Luke:
Why is it that people suspect her so much?
Price:
Well...that's because... I'm afraid I cannot say! You should ask her yourself. Now then, I must be going...
Maya:
Why does everyone seem to fear Espella? What are they all so scared of?
Luke:
I wonder if Espella herself will be able to tell us...
Price (subsequent times)
Price:
It's getting late, you know. Young boys and girls should be at home.
Cobblestone path
Maya:
Stop looking down at your feet... Or you won't notice the world around you!
Luke:
We've found Eve, so let's hurry back to the bakery!
North Parade Avenue
Examine
First floor windows in house on closer left
Luke:
Shops are still open, but I doubt they'd let us in with a cat.
Great Archive Entrance
Examine
Constantine
Eve:
Meeow.
Constantine:
............! Ruff, ruff, woof, woof, grrrrr!
Maya:
Hey, Constantine sounds a little stressed!
Luke:
At this rate we're going to see a fight.
Maya:
Luke, can't you do something?!
Luke:
Okay...I'll try! Now listen up, you two! I have a proposition for you...
Constantine:
Grrrrrr!
Eve:
Meeow...
Maya:
Look, Luke! I think you've done it!
Luke:
Well, I got them both to agree to a suggestion of mine...
Maya:
A suggestion? What kind of suggestion?
Luke:
Well...a puzzle, of course!
Maya:
A puzzle?
Luke:
Yes, I thought that if we all worked on a puzzle together, they could become friends.
Maya:
Luke! That's genius! That just might work!
Luke:
I'm glad you think so! By the way, I need your cooperation too!
Maya:
Who...? Me...?!
Luke:
Of course you! This is one of those puzzles that needs everyone's input.
Puzzle #29: Wagon Draggin'For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
25
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
You see! The four of us working together were able to solve the puzzle.
Maya:
You were right, Luke! It was refreshing solving a puzzle together like that.
Constantine:
...Woof, ruff, ruff.
Maya:
Hey...Luke, what did he just say?
Luke:
"I suppose it won't do any harm to show a little more consideration to this feline." ...Is what he said.
Maya:
Hey, way to go, Constantine!
Luke:
Well, at least we seem to have relieved the tension a bit.
Maya:
You hear that, Eve? You've got to be nice to Constantine too.
Eve:
Meeow.
Constantine (subsequent times)
Constantine:
Woof, woof...ruff!
Luke:
"You win. I can hold up my end of this... if it will really please you both so much." ...He said.
Eve:
Meeow.
Constantine:
Woof, woof.
Maya:
Oh, wow, I could've sworn Constantine's little bark had a little extra bounce in it just now. Now c'mon, you two... Try and get along with each other, got it?
Eve:
Meeow.
Constantine:
Woof.
Archway on right
Luke:
It's pitch-black, as always. I can't see what's below.
Great Archive
Examine
Ridelle Mystere
Eve:
Meeow.
Ridelle:
Hm...bringing a cat into the library is not something I encourage. You see, it might damage the books.
Luke:
S-sorry, but she's very well behaved.
Ridelle:
Well your cat does look very refined. It's obviously not just some stray cat you've picked up somewhere. However, I still ask that you take care. Cats can be temperamental, you know. Don't let her get playful with those claws. By the way... since you're here... Why don't you take a look at a puzzle or two before leaving?
Leads to puzzle archival
Ridelle Mystere (subsequent times)
Ridelle:
Cats can be very temperamental, you know. Please keep an eye on her at all times. I don't want her scratching the books. By the way... since you're here... Why don't you take a look at a puzzle or two before leaving?
Leads to puzzle archival
Area around left ladder
Luke:
There's nothing on magic or witches in here.
Road to the Court
Examine
Tree foliage on far left
Maya:
I don't want to be here. It looks as if we might get ambushed by witches at any time!
Stone lantern
Maya:
This place is spooky, and my expert opinion is that it's haunted. Let's go back...
Arrows on signpost
Luke:
We've found Eve already, so let's head back to the bakery.
Court Entrance
Examine
Crest on central spire
Maya:
All righty! We've got Eve now. At least that will help us cheer Espella up tomorrow!
Luke:
It's late and everyone's probably worried about us. Let's go back to the bakery.
E. Shopping Area
Maya:
That took us longer than I thought it would. I wonder if everyone's asleep?
Luke:
It's getting close to daybreak. We should enter quietly and try not to wake anyone.
Eve:
Meeow.
Bakery
Patty:
Where on earth could those two have gone? After what happened earlier, you'd think they'd know better than to go wandering out at night like this.
Phoenix:
It's getting bright out already. I'm starting to worry that they came across a witch...
Layton:
If they don't show up soon, I suggest we all go looking for them.
Phoenix:
After a trial like that...it makes me wonder where they get their energy from.
Eve:
Meeow.
Patty:
Oh, Eve! Where were you?
Maya:
Ah, good morning, everyone!
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "good morning"? Where have you two been this whole time?
Maya:
S-sorry... We didn't expect to be gone for so long.
Layton:
I'd have thought you'd know better, Luke. What were you doing out there at this hour?
Luke:
Sorry, Professor...we went looking for Eve.
Layton:
Looking for Eve, you say?
Patty:
You mean you were both concerned that Eve was missing?
Maya:
Well... When Espella comes home, she'll want Eve here to meet her, won't she? After all, Eve is like a member of the family.
Patty:
Oh, you dears... That's very considerate of you. Thank you. But, I want you to promise me that you won't go wandering around late at night like that again. It's just not safe, what with all those witches out there.
Maya:
We promise... I'm sorry, boss.
Luke:
I'm sorry too...
Patty:
I should say! It's nearly morning already. Why don't you both go and get yourselves cleaned up? I've already prepared breakfast. So jump to it!
Maya:
Yes, ma'am! Come to think of it, I'm so hungry I could eat one of Mary's goats! How about you, Luke?
Luke:
Now that you mention it... I'm definitely ready for breakfast!
Phoenix:
You certainly both love your food. Personally, I'd just like a little more sleep...
Layton:
Right then, let's eat breakfast and make our way to the court.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor! I'm sure Espella must be feeling lonely.
Layton:
Oh and, Mr Wright, could you perhaps take something from the bakery for her?
Phoenix:
You bet. I'm sure Espella will be glad to get some of Patty's freshly baked bread.
Maya:
Come on, what are you all waiting for?! Breakfast is ready!
Phoenix:
...All right, all right. We're coming...
Layton:
Well then, let's dig in.
E. Shopping Area
Layton:
As it seems we are all ready to go, shall we make our way to the court? So does everyone remember how to get there?
Phoenix:
Sure...we just head east from here, and it's on the other side of the forest, isn't it?
Maya:
Boy, Espella must be feeling so sad and lonely. Let's get a move on!
Luke:
Let's go!
Examine
Mary
Mary:
Welcome, welcome. How about some fresh goat's milk from a freshly milked goat? Well, I'll be... If it isn't you lot! What a coincidence seeing you here.
Luke:
Hey, Miss Mary, I thought you were selling milk on the outskirts of the market...'
Mary:
That's right, I do. But not everyone can get to the market to buy their milk, child. That's why Snowy and I sometimes set up a stall in town like this.
Layton:
It must be hard having to do it right after the trial like this.
Mary:
We have to deliver the milk while it's still fresh, you see. There's no way we can go taking a break! Not only that, but we hardly feel like resting! Not after all of that excitement. We've never experienced a trial like that. Who would have thought that sweet flower seller, Kira, would turn out to be a witch? Such an innocent face, too. You'd never believe she could have done it! Don't you think so, my little Snowy-kins?
Snowy:
Baaa...
Maya:
At any rate, it was a real shock seeing an execution by fire...
Mary:
Maybe so.... But on the other hand, it couldn't be helped. After all, she was a witch!
Maya:
............
Mary:
Anyway, at times like this, a little puzzle can help to clear the air. Isn't that right, my little fluffy dumpling?
Snowy:
Baaa...
Puzzle #30: Gabbin' GoatsFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
50
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Mary:
What do you think? Doesn't it feel dreamy being surrounded by lovely bleating goats?
Phoenix:
I'll be seeing them in my dreams tonight for sure. I'll probably be counting goats instead of sheep...
Luke:
They certainly do look cute, don't they?
Layton:
Their cute appearance can be quite relaxing, if only you can block out their bleating.
Mary (subsequent times)
Mary:
Fresh goat's milk, straight from the goat! Be quick, or we'll be sold out!
Snowy:
Baaa...
Milk wagon
Luke:
Where do the wagons with milk come from?
Layton:
I haven't seen any cows or goats around here, but there may be a farm outside the town?
Luke:
Someone left their wagon unsupervised.
Phoenix:
The goat lady said that goats give little milk, so it's very expensive.
Seafood vendor
Luke:
So many types of fish! Is there a river or a lake nearby?
Layton:
Interesting. I, too, wonder where they obtain so much fish from.
Luke:
The fish are very fresh. Some are still alive, in fact.
Phoenix:
Oh, a sly cat crouching in the shadows is getting ready to pounce on the fish.
Bread on right
Luke:
Mmm...there's a delicious smell coming from the bakery.
Layton:
There is only one bakery in this area, it would seem.
Luke:
So many types of bread! Sweet, savoury...
Maya:
I arranged everything so nicely! It looks too awesome to be sold to unappreciative people!
Main Street
Examine
Produce vendor
Luke:
They're selling fruit and veg. Good place to get your five-a-day.
Layton:
They also have fish on the other side. It's a grocery stall.
Luke:
The open market is much more fun than shops in the town centre.
Town Centre
Examine
Knight-on-horseback statue
Luke:
It's a statue of a knight. We've got them in London, too.
Layton:
It is a magnificent statue. We can deduce from it that knights are very respected in this town.
Maya:
Knights, huh. They're like medieval police officers! ...With swords!
Luke:
The water's so pure and cold.
Phoenix:
Just how many knights are in this town?
Sleeping cat
Luke:
It's comfortably asleep. Just like in our world, cats take it easy here.
Layton:
Cats used to be valued for catching mice. I wonder if they're kept here for the same reason?
Maya:
They say cats have nine lives. I wouldn't complain if I had a couple spare ones, myself.
Luke:
This kitty likes sitting on top of barrels.
Layton:
The cat seems determined not to get down unless someone makes it an offering of delicious fish.
Shop billboard
Layton:
The shop sign looks very peculiar. What do they sell here, I wonder?
Luke:
The shop's not open yet. The door's locked.
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Dry goods shop on left
Layton:
A sundries shop. Pots and vases of various sizes are lined up on display.
Luke:
I'm not sure if you could call it a sundries shop. It looks like they specialise in earthenware?
Layton:
Perhaps it is an antique shop. Although I am not sure if the concept exists here.
Blacksmith vendor
Luke:
The wares he's peddling look pretty heavy. I can't believe he can walk carrying all that.
Layton:
He looks athletic, but what is physical strength compared to the power of witches?
Luke:
The trade with the knights seems to be flourishing.
North Parade Avenue
Examine
Tarp on left
Luke:
It's a café. Why don't we pop in and take a short break from investigating?
Layton:
It is an expensive residential area, after all. Everything here looks very elegant and refined.
Luke:
It's so spacious and the sky seems so high.
Great Archive
Luke:
Well, doesn't that look imposing? Who designed that building?
Layton:
An enormous book presides over this town, governed by a story...
Luke:
I didn't know that medieval people could build things on this scale.
Maya:
Maybe it's all full of books, piled up all the way to the ceiling!
Great Archive Entrance
Examine
Labyrinthian coat-of-arms flag on right
Layton:
The symbol from the flag can be found throughout the town.
Luke:
It's an odd symbol. Maybe it's unique to this town.
Layton:
The quills seem to resemble the Storyteller.
Maya:
Maybe Nick should have a flag in his office, too. It might raise his image.
Town Square Outskirts
Examine
Door on left building
Layton:
Hmm. The door and windows on the ground floor are shut. Could this be so for safety reasons?
Luke:
If this was my house, I'd keep the windows open during the day to let fresh air in.
Phoenix:
At least the windows on the second floor are wide open.
Town Square
Examine
Right bench
Luke:
Look at that bench, Professor! Wouldn't it be nice to spend a whole day on it, reading in the sunshine?
Layton:
Luke, we are carrying out an investigation. This is not the time to be lazing about on a bench.
Maya:
Lush grass, a fine bench. Should I get my picnic set out?
Belfry
Layton:
A single bell hangs in the belfry. Perhaps it is sounded on special occasions.
Luke:
That's one huge bell.
Phoenix:
I don't remember hearing that bell ring, somehow.
Bell tower entrance
Luke:
Some knights are standing guard at the entrance. I guess we can't go in.
Layton:
It is plausible that the guards are there to make sure no one goes to ring the bell without permission.
Phoenix:
Maybe it's just me, but this belfry seems so ominous.
Road to the Court
Examine
Tree foliage on far left
Phoenix:
It's so sunny. I feel sorry for Espella, imprisoned in a dark cell. We've got to get her out of there soon.
Luke:
The forest stretches ahead. I hope there are no snakes. I'm not good with snakes...
Layton:
The weather is so fine that it is hard to believe this town is threatened by witches.
Maya:
Good weather makes you optimistic, huh?
Stone lantern
Phoenix:
That was lighting our way when we left the Witches' Court last night.
Layton:
Seen during the day, it has a very intriguing shape.
Luke:
It was hewn out of one stone, from the looks of it.
Maya:
I'm sure this lantern attracts a lot of moths and other insects at night. And ghosts.
Arrows on signpost
Phoenix:
A signpost. Let's check later where this road leads to.
Maya:
The path disappears in the forest. Does anyone live there?
Layton:
The path splits in two directions. We can check where the other branch leads on another occasion.
Court Entrance
Maya:
Coming back here makes me remember yesterday's trial.
Luke:
Espella's still being held somewhere inside the building.
Phoenix:
Yeah, and it's up to us to get her out as soon as we can.
Layton:
The first thing we should do is make sure we're allowed to see her.
Knight:
You there! Yes, you!
Maya:
Uh-oh! There's nothing like a confrontation first thing in the morning to keep you on your toes!
Phoenix:
Um...we're here to ah...you know... to, err...visit...our client.
Knight:
It's not you we're interested in...it's Dark Hat over there! He's to come with us immediately!
Layton:
...Who, sir, me, sir?
Knight:
Yes, sir, you, sir! What have you done this time?!
Maya:
P-Professor! Did you do something?!
Layton:
Hmm...I wonder what it could be. Luke, do you have any idea?
Luke:
P-Professor!
Knight:
Don't play innocent with us! The order came from the Storyteller himself! You have been personally summoned to the Audience Room to see the Storyteller!
Layton:
The Audience Room?
Knight:
Meeting the Storyteller in person is the highest honour that can be bestowed upon a person. There's no one in all of Labyrinthia who wouldn't be proud to meet him. That goes for us knights too, although such an honour is almost unheard of. Nevertheless, those were the orders... To have Hershel Layton make his way to the Audience Room.
Layton:
Very well. And in this Audience Room... the Storyteller will be waiting to see me, is that correct?
Luke:
Whaat?! Why does the Storyteller want to see you, Professor?!
Maya:
Yeah! What's going on here, anyway?!
Layton:
............ Would it be possible to go there after having seen Miss Cantabella?
Knight:
The Storyteller's order is of the absolute highest priority! Nothing can take precedence!
Luke:
B-but!
Knight:
Not only that, but in any event, you are not permitted to see the accused.
Layton:
Why would that be?
Knight:
Permission to see the accused is restricted to Defender Wright and his assistant. Those are the orders!
Layton:
............!
Luke:
What do you make of that, Professor?
Layton:
............
Knight:
Make of it what you will. Orders are orders!
Layton:
Very well. Let's go and meet the Storyteller.
Knight:
That's more like it.
Phoenix:
Professor, are you really planning on meeting with the Storyteller? It might be a trap...
Layton:
Hmm...while I do sense the potential for a scheme here, I'd be foolish to pass up the opportunity to meet with this town's "creator". There are rather too many things that I would like to ask him.
Phoenix:
I see...
Luke:
If the professor is going, then I'm going too! After all, I am the professor's apprentice!
Maya:
Be careful, Luke! I'm sure you'll be just fine, as long as you stay with the professor.
Luke:
I will, and please give Espella our best. Oh and, Maya, could you give Espella the bread from Mrs Eclaire?
Maya:
Sure thing, Luke!
Knight:
Well, if you've finally finished talking, I would suggest wasting no more time. You'll find the Audience Room beyond the guard post, east of the Great Archive. And, defender, you should see the accused.
Layton:
Well, it would seem we must go our separate ways for the time being.
Phoenix:
Yeah, it looks like it. Well, take care, Professor.
Layton:
And you, Mr Wright. I wish you both luck.
Waiting Hall
Maya:
Well, there they go. Do you think they'll be okay?
Phoenix:
The professor and Luke? I think they can take care of themselves. Anyway, we should hurry up and talk to Espella.
Maya:
Right! Even though she tries to hide it, inside she must be terrified...
Phoenix:
What if she's found guilty of being a witch? What would we do then? Last night we saw with our own eyes what they do to witches.
Maya:
............ It's not right... Any world where things like that are allowed to happen isn't right!
Phoenix:
I know, Maya... But for now, we have no choice. We have to clear Espella of the charges. We need to focus on that and that alone.
Maya:
The Great Witch Bezella... I wonder why they suspect Espella of being her?
Phoenix:
I don't know... But if we're lucky, maybe she'll be able to shed some light on it.
Knight:
Hey, defender! It's time for you to see the accused.
Maya:
Well, this is it, Nick.
Phoenix:
It sure is. Let's go, Maya!
A new destination has been added to the map: Deathknell Dungeon.
Examine
Guard on right
Phoenix:
We've got to find the Great Witch before the next parade. Let's go to talk to Espella first.
Chandelier
Maya:
Get a move on, Nick! I want to see Espella!
Wooden bench
Phoenix:
We'd better hurry up and go to the Deathknell Dungeon.
Great Archive Entrance* (Some puzzles that are meant to be completed chronologically after visiting Espella (based on puzzle number) can be accessed at this point in the game.)
Examine
Allan
Allan:
...Hey, it's you two!
Phoenix:
Oh... Did you want to speak to us?
Allan:
I need to have a word with you both! Thanks to your turning courtroom procedure upside down, we're in a fine mess now! Finding a defendant INNOCENT is unprecedented in the history of the Witches' Court!
Maya:
What do you mean?! I'm pretty sure trying innocent people is more of a problem than your precious procedure!
Allan:
What are you...trying to say?! That girl...is being held on suspicion of being the Great Witch Bezella! Defending her only invites suspicion upon your own complicity!
Phoenix:
That's a false accusation.
Maya:
That's right! There's not a shred of evidence against Espella!
Allan:
Harrumph... No matter what you say, she is the most likely suspect! Anyway... If I stand around talking to you for too long, I'll invite suspicion upon myself! So from now on, I would appreciate it if you would keep your distance.
Phoenix:
(But...you're the one who approached us...)
Allan:
Harrumph...
Allan (subsequent times)
Allan:
I won't talk to anyone whom I think might be supporting Bezella.
Great Archive top floor
Maya:
Awesome. But looking up at it gave me neck pain. Nick, can you make it go away?
Labyrinthian coat-of-arms flag on right
Maya:
Maybe Nick should have a flag in his office, too. It might raise his image.
Archway on right
Maya:
Huh? Did someone just say something? I was miles away...
Great Archive
Examine
Ridelle Mystere
Ridelle:
I know you... You're both acquaintances of the professor, aren't you? I was at the trial last night. I saw the whole thing.
Phoenix:
Oh, you were there too? I guess the witch trial really does get the townsfolk interested...
Ridelle:
Indeed... Especially last night...on account of the defendant being Espella Cantabella. But I must admit, you amazed me.
Phoenix:
I did?
Ridelle:
Very much. It was the first time I had ever seen a defender fight that way for his client. For example, the way you used the word "contradiction" in the courtroom... It worked almost like...magic.
Maya:
But that's only natural for a defence attorney...
Ridelle:
Until now, the defender was always defeated the moment they stood before Inquisitor Barnham. Not only that... But in this town, there's no one who wants to befriend a witch.
Phoenix:
Th-that's just not how a trial should be... That's not justice!
Ridelle:
I believe Professor Layton made the right decision giving you the Grand Grimoire. And from now on, I hope you will continue to fight for justice in court.
Phoenix:
All right, you've got it.
Ridelle:
Now then, this conversation has become rather heavy, don't you think? If it's okay with you, I have something to lighten the mood...
Phoenix:
Oh... Then that means...
Ridelle:
I have a repository of all the puzzles in Labyrinthia. If you come to me, you can tackle any puzzles you may have missed. As well as puzzles that you previously couldn't solve. Why not occasionally try a puzzle or two to keep your thinking flexible?
Leads to puzzle archival
Ridelle Mystere (subsequent times)
Ridelle:
I believe Professor Layton did the right thing when he gave you the Grand Grimoire. Please continue to fight as a just defender. Oh, and be sure to drop by for a look at some puzzles.
Leads to puzzle archival
Dewey
Dewey:
Oh...it makes me so mad...
Phoenix:
What's the problem?
Dewey:
It's my neighbour... He's got this really annoying habit.
Maya:
Annoying habit?
Dewey:
He just loves stomping around his place all the time. Thanks to him, all the books in my house are now a complete mess. Not to mention, I can't get any sleep!
Phoenix:
That does sound like a serious problem...
Dewey:
Can you even imagine how loud it is?
Maya:
Well, I...uh, not exactly...
Dewey:
That's what I thought. I knew you couldn't. So let me just reproduce it for you! You'll truly be amazed!
Puzzle #38: Stomp on It!For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
Can be solved in five moves
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Dewey:
So what did you think of that? Wasn't that stomping just ridiculous?! I've had enough already...
Maya:
Then why don't you just pack your things and move out?
Dewey:
Move out? Move...out... Hey, that's a great idea! I'll come and stay in the library instead! I could be of more help to Miss Mystere, and I'd be surrounded by all these books! This is the greatest idea ever!
Ridelle:
No, Dewey. I'm sorry, but I must insist that you leave and go home.
Dewey:
............
Phoenix:
Well, Maya... Let's just pretend like nothing ever happened and get going ourselves...
Maya:
Hmm... Sometimes life doesn't go quite the way you want it to, huh?
Dewey (subsequent times)
Dewey:
He stomps so hard my entire house shakes! I don't even want to go home...
Statues on either side
Phoenix:
Maybe we should put a statue of someone eating bread in our bakery to boost sales.
Area around left ladder
Phoenix:
The professor would be itching to dig up any hidden puzzles buried in those books...
Owl statue
Phoenix:
Aztec tribes associated owls with witchcraft and evil...but I don't think that's the case here.
Candle chandeliers on either side
Maya:
Oh, I'd love to give it a try! Think they'll let me light it up?
Town Centre
Examine
Knight-on-horseback statue
Maya:
Knights, huh. They're like medieval police officers! ...With swords!
Phoenix:
Just how many knights are in this town?
Sleeping cat
Maya:
They say cats have nine lives. I wouldn't complain if I had a couple spare ones, myself.
W. Shopping Area
Examine
Petal
Petal:
............
Maya:
What's the matter? Are you lost or something?
Petal:
...'Course not! How could I be lost?! You listen to me...
Maya:
...!
Petal:
Have you two seen a young boy about the same age as me?
Phoenix:
Hmm...nope, can't say we have. What's up? Did you get separated?
Petal:
Nuh-uh! We haven't been "separated"! More like he went and ran off somewhere on his own!
Maya:
Oh...I see. Well, if we see him, we'll bring him back here to you.
Phoenix:
That's right... He's probably a little worried as well.
Petal:
Who said I was worried?! Just that, you know Cecil... He's such a little weakling crybaby! He's probably crying his eyes out somewhere right now... That wimp can't do anything without me by his side! When he feels sick, he can't even go for medicine without me. So...
Phoenix:
I get it... It's only natural that you're worried about him. So his name's Cecil, right?
Maya:
Don't worry, we're on it! If we see a crybaby fitting that description, we'll give you a shout.
Petal (subsequent times)
Petal:
Cecil... Why did that wuss have to run off like that?
E. Shopping Area
Examine
Milk wagon
Phoenix:
The goat lady said that goats give little milk, so it's very expensive.
Seafood vendor
Phoenix:
Oh, a sly cat crouching in the shadows is getting ready to pounce on the fish.
Bread on right
Maya:
I arranged everything so nicely! It looks too awesome to be sold to unappreciative people!
North Parade Avenue
Examine
Great Archive
Maya:
Maybe it's all full of books, piled up all the way to the ceiling!
Third floor windows in house on closer right
Phoenix:
I can see why they chose to do the parade here. Just look at these fancy houses!
Town Square Outskirts
Examine
Cecil (after examining Petal in W. Shopping Area)
Cecil:
Boo-hoo...boo-hoo! Waaaaah!
Maya:
Hey, Nick! That kid...he must be...
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right. He must be the one that little girl was searching for.
Maya:
Okay, let's talk to him then! Hi there, Cecil!
Cecil:
Boo-hoo! Wh-who are you?
Maya:
A moment ago we met a little girl who asked us to help her find a missing crybaby. ...You're Cecil, right?
Cecil:
My-my sister Petal said that?
Phoenix:
That's right, she's been worried about you.
Cecil:
............ P-Petal always tells me not to talk to strangers...
Maya:
What?
Cecil:
I mean, you might just grab me and take me off somewhere... You might even be...a witch!
Phoenix:
............ Well, in that case, there's nothing we can do. See you around, kid.
Maya:
Oh, come on, Nick! We promised his sister!
Phoenix:
Listen...if I'm going to be suspected of being a witch's accomplice... I'd rather just hand this kid over to one of the patrolling knights.
Cecil:
............ Um... Okay, okay! Please, could you solve this puzzle for me?
Maya:
Huh?
Cecil:
If you're the kind of people who can solve puzzles, I'll believe in you!
Puzzle #39: Train TroubleFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Cecil:
That's great! You two aren't strangers after all.
Maya:
Yeah! Of course we're not! I mean, do I look like some stranger?
Cecil:
Well, you don't look strange yourself... But those clothes you wear sure are weird!
Maya:
Urk...Nick... I think we should go.
Phoenix:
Maya...we can't give up now. After all, we just solved the puzzle.
Maya:
Okay, name one thing strange about my clothes! ONE!
Phoenix:
...I could give you a laundry list of things. Anyway, we'll go and get your sister... You just wait here for a while, okay?
Cecil:
O-okay!
Petal:
Oi, Cecil! Why'd ya let go of my hand and run off?!
Cecil:
I-I'm sorry, sis. I just... At least we're back together now, right? Ha ha ha...
Petal:
Pssh, so what?! I couldn't care less one way or the other! B-but anyway, from now on... Don'cha go running off like that, GOT IT?
Cecil:
Got it, sis!
Maya:
There you go, problem solved. It feels good helping people out like this!
Phoenix:
Even so, that was a tough puzzle... I was wondering if we'd ever actually solve it for a second there.
Maya:
Yeah, but we so have what it takes, Nick! I could see us going pro at this whole puzzle-solving thing. Just like the professor! If we get stuck on a case, we could always consider changing jobs!
Phoenix:
I'll think about it...
Cecil and Petal (after solving puzzle)
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Hey, thanks for what you did there.
Maya:
No problem. You guys stick together now, you hear?
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
Right! I'll hold Petal's hand extra tight, just to be sure she doesn't go running off somewhere.
Cecil & Petal (Petal):
Hey, you were the one who went missing!
Cecil & Petal (Cecil):
...! Waaaaah! Boo-hoo! She hit meeeeee!
Phoenix:
...You two should try and stop arguing.
Door on left building
Phoenix:
At least the windows on the second floor are wide open.
Fountain
Phoenix:
Yeah... I used to draw water from this water fountain back in the olden days when I was a baker.
Crates on left
Maya:
Time for a treasure hunt! Let's see what's inside these crates! Uhm... they're all empty...
Town Square
Examine
Right bench
Maya:
Lush grass, a fine bench. Should I get my picnic set out?
Belfry
Phoenix:
I don't remember hearing that bell ring, somehow.
Bell tower entrance
Phoenix:
Maybe it's just me, but this belfry seems so ominous.
Road to the Court
Examine
Tree foliage on far left
Phoenix:
It's so sunny. I feel sorry for Espella, imprisoned in a dark cell. We've got to get her out of there soon.
Maya:
Good weather makes you optimistic, huh?
Stone lantern
Phoenix:
That was lighting our way when we left the Witches' Court last night.
Maya:
I'm sure this lantern attracts a lot of moths and other insects at night. And ghosts.
Arrows on signpost
Phoenix:
A signpost. Let's check later where this road leads to.
Maya:
The path disappears in the forest. Does anyone live there?
Court Entrance
Examine
Eight-pointed star above entrance
Phoenix:
The Witches' Court is like a cross-breed of a courthouse and an execution place.
Maya:
I wonder why it was built so far away from the rest of the town?
Crest on central spire
Phoenix:
Oh, another owl flew by.
Inquisitors' Hall
Examine
Zacharias Barnham's armor
Phoenix:
That's Barnham's armour. It makes quite an impression.
Drawing on bulletin board
Phoenix:
A drawing of someone's scary face. Barnham has a gift for caricatures.
Maya:
That's Inquisitor Darklaw! The picture looks like it's used for dagger-throwing practice.
Cluster of papers on bulletin board
Phoenix:
So many memos. Magic crime is on the rise, from the looks of it.
Maya:
Aww, a picture of smiling Barnham with his doggie! They look cute together.
Dumbbell atop stack of papers
Phoenix:
Barnham uses a dumbbell as a paper weight. I guess it makes sense when you have that many papers...
Maya:
I can picture him slowly making his way through all this while Darklaw stares at him from across the room.
Outward side of left desk
Phoenix:
Does Barnham use his own desk to practise swordplay on? It's badly damaged.
Maya:
It's amazing...that this desk hasn't collapsed yet. It's full of cracks, and bits are chipped off.
Large statue of cloaked woman
Maya:
What a pretty lady...with a ruthless face and a scary sword ready to cut someone's head off...
Painting behind right desk
Maya:
A normal-looking painting. It feels like it doesn't belong here.
Chair behind right desk
Phoenix:
It's the kind of chair you can sit in all night long and not fall asleep.
Maya:
Your comments are not half as smart as the professor's, Nick.
Deathknell Dungeon
Examine
Espella Cantabella
Leads to:
"............Ah."
Mounted shackles
Phoenix:
I don't like the look of those chains on the wall.
Maya:
This place looks scary, Nick.
Espella:
............Ah. Mr Wright, Maya...
Maya:
Espella!
Phoenix:
So this is the Deathknell Dungeon... Looks more like solitary confinement to me.
Espella:
Don't worry, I'm fine...really. I was a little surprised at how hard the bed was, though...
Phoenix:
Espella...
Maya:
Oh, that's right! I have something for you here! The boss made it for you. Look, it's her special walnut bread. You should try it!
Espella:
Aunt Patty made that...for me? Thank you, Maya.
Maya:
We'll get you home soon, then we can all sit down and eat Patty's freshly baked bread together!
Phoenix:
Yeah...that would be nice. We're going to have you out of here soon, so don't you worry, Espella.
Espella:
............ But are you sure you want to do that?
Maya:
What are you talking about, Espella?
Espella:
Do you really want to continue defending me, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
Wh-what?! Of course I do! What made you say that?!
Espella:
You do both know what I've been charged with, don't you?
Maya:
S-sure we do. They're accusing you of being Bezella... the source of all witches here in Labyrinthia.
Espella:
That's right... And anyone who defends such a suspect will also come under suspicion themselves. People are likely to criticise you and make you suffer...all on my account. I can't ask you to defend me... I don't want you suffering because of me!
Phoenix:
............ Listen to me, Espella. We're already suffering just seeing you here in this prison. Do you honestly think...we'd just stand around not doing anything?
Espella:
Mr Wright...
Maya:
Hey! I think I get it, Espella! I bet you're just worried that Nick will slip up the way he always does.
Espella:
...Huh?
Maya:
Trust me. There's nothing to worry about. The professor and Luke are on our side, too.
Espella:
Huh? No, no...that's not what I meant! I wouldn't think that at all. Mr Wright, you were...just amazing. You and Mr Layton, both... It was like you were working magic together!
Phoenix:
Well, that settles it then, Espella. And don't worry, we're going to be there for you - we'll fight to the very end. The two of us, the professor and Luke. We'll all be working together on this thing... We won't let you down!
Espella:
........................
Maya:
Wh-what's wrong, Espella?
Espella:
It's just that... the only one who's ever been this kind to me before is Aunt Patty... I...I don't know what to say...
Phoenix:
............ Espella...I'm not sure how to say this, but... It seems that the townsfolk are distancing themselves from you. It's as if they fear you for some reason.
Espella:
............
Maya:
Yeah...I can't believe they'd all think a cute girl like you could be the Great Witch.
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
Espella, we heard from High Inquisitor Darklaw... that there's a "reason" why people are so suspicious of you.
Espella:
............!
Phoenix:
If it's okay with you...we'd like you to tell us what that reason is. The reason the townsfolk suspect you... and why they are so distant.
Espella:
............ All right. I guess I never had the chance to explain properly.
Maya:
Eh?
Espella:
It's true that the townsfolk look at me... "differently". And the reason for that is... because I am...
Great Archive Entrance
Luke:
Well, Professor, we've reached the library. And the place at which the Storyteller is waiting for us is east of here, isn't it?
Layton:
Indeed... According to the knight, the Audience Room is past the guard post.
Luke:
I wonder what the creator of Labyrinthia wants to talk to you about, Professor.
Layton:
It's too soon to assume anything, Luke. But whatever it might be, I have a few things that I would like to ask him, too. We should be thankful that this opportunity has come so soon. Even if it is part of some scheme...
Luke:
............ Let's go, Professor. To the Audience Room!
A new destination has been added to the map: Guarded Gate.
Examine
Great Archive top floor
Luke:
Let's go meet the author of all these tomes!
Labyrinthian coat-of-arms flag on right
Layton:
The Storyteller's flag. We will soon meet the Storyteller himself.
Archway on right
Luke:
Labyrinthia seems surrounded by cliffs and woods. In the distance there's nothing but fog.
Layton:
The fog is so thick, I can't see far.
Luke:
This place looks so mysterious, surrounded by the misty forest.
Great Archive
Examine
Ridelle Mystere
Ridelle:
Ah, Professor Layton. It's so good to see you again.
Layton:
The pleasure is all mine, Miss Mystere. By the way, I've noticed the puzzles in Labyrinthia are of the highest quality.
Ridelle:
It warms my heart to hear you say that, Professor. So then, would you like to see if there are any puzzles you've missed or attempt any puzzles you've put off? How about spending a moment or two with me, just to check some puzzles?
Leads to puzzle archival
Ridelle Mystere (subsequent times)
Ridelle:
When you want to tackle a puzzle you've missed or solve a puzzle that you previously put off, just come by and see me. So...would you like to solve a puzzle before you leave?
Leads to puzzle archival
Dewey
Dewey:
Ah, you're the gentleman from yesterday!
Layton:
Hello again, Dewey.
Dewey:
Hey, you even remembered my name! Say, are you always so calm and collected? Uh-oh... Ooooooooh!
Layton:
Please calm down, or you'll drop all those books.
Dewey:
Oh, oh... Whoa, whoa, whoa! Phew... I was really surprised when you borrowed the Grand Grimoire in the first place... But then to lend it to someone who works at a bakery!
Luke:
But the professor did get permission, so there's no problem, is there?
Dewey:
I guess not...
Luke:
And if not for the Grand Grimoire, an innocent person would have been found guilty already.
Dewey:
Well, I suppose so...
Layton:
In my opinion, Mr Wright should be well capable of completing Miss Mystere's trials himself. In fact, I'm quite certain of it.
Dewey:
I was really surprised watching him perform in yesterday's courtroom... Everyone in the town is talking about it. This is the first time we've ever seen a person accused of being a witch... be proven innocent in the court.
Layton:
Is that so?
Luke:
It makes me wonder if the people sent to the fire before now... really were all witches.
Dewey:
...! Don't talk like that! You can't go around saying things like that, or you'll have the knights after you!
Luke:
............
Statues on either side
Layton:
There are two identical statues, one on each side.
Luke:
The statues portray people reading. Maybe that's supposed to motivate those who come here to read more.
Area around left ladder
Layton:
This appears to be documentation on accidents and criminal cases.
Luke:
There's nothing on magic or witches in here.
Owl statue
Layton:
An owl statue. This is a frequently used motif in this town.
Luke:
Ah, that's right! The flags also have an owl symbol on them!
Candle chandeliers on either side
Luke:
A candle chandelier. How do they light the candles?
Layton:
I would venture a guess that they light them from the second floor, with the aid of a long stick.
Luke:
Reading by candlelight can ruin your eyesight.
Special Viewing Room
Examine
Framed painting on left
Luke:
Oh, these colours and the brush strokes...this wasn't painted by some amateur!
Layton:
An abstract painting in soft colours. It reminds me of a meadow in spring.
Luke:
Huh? If you look at it from a distance, it resembles an animal.
Cabinet behind Grand Grimoire
Luke:
It's locked. I can't even peek inside.
Layton:
A cabinet that cannot be opened... This smells like a puzzle to me.
Luke:
It won't open no matter how much I push or pull. Maybe it's locked with a puzzle?
Layton:
Oh, it appears we could not open it simply because the door was not fitted properly.
Painting in elliptical frame
Layton:
A lively picture of children playing.
Luke:
There's a woman in this picture. Is this someone famous in Labyrinthia?
Layton:
The author's signature is on the bottom. It seems to be a self-portrait.
Candle chandelier
Luke:
It looks like candles are the only source of light at night in the Great Archive.
Layton:
The quiet Great Archive, bathed in warm candlelight, looks very peaceful.
Luke:
It looks very nice, but I wouldn't want to be the one who replaces all these candles when they burn out.
Main Street
Examine
Old Rootie
Old Rootie:
Hee, hee, hee... Are you two folks interested in hearing a rumour?
Layton:
A rumour, you say? Well, I suppose rumours can be a useful source of information... One can learn a lot about a place by simply talking to its people.
Old Rootie:
Hee hee! Sounds like you folks are after some juicy gossip, all right!
Luke:
What kind of rumour can you tell us?
Old Rootie:
Hee, hee... That's a silly question, youngster! It's not for me to choose the rumour... You two folks have to guess what it is!
Luke:
What do you mean?
Old Rootie:
Take a look at this! One, two... One, two... What's today's vegetable? Hee, hee! Why, it's a puzznip!
Puzzle #31: Animal PensFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Old Rootie:
You folks must love your puzzles to have solved the puzznip. Hee, hee!
Layton:
What a charming thought, putting a puzzle into a turnip like that.
Luke:
She's certainly lively, isn't she, Professor? ...By the way, what about that rumour?
Old Rootie (subsequent times)
Old Rootie:
No more puzznips today, I'm afraid. You folks should come again another day.
Town Centre
Examine
Knight-on-horseback statue
Luke:
It's a statue of a knight. We've got them in London, too.
Layton:
It is a magnificent statue. We can deduce from it that knights are very respected in this town.
Luke:
The water's so pure and cold.
Sleeping cat
Luke:
It's comfortably asleep. Just like in our world, cats take it easy here.
Layton:
Cats used to be valued for catching mice. I wonder if they're kept here for the same reason?
Luke:
This kitty likes sitting on top of barrels.
Layton:
The cat seems determined not to get down unless someone makes it an offering of delicious fish.
E. Shopping Area
Examine
Milk wagon
Luke:
Where do the wagons with milk come from?
Layton:
I haven't seen any cows or goats around here, but there may be a farm outside the town?
Luke:
Someone left their wagon unsupervised.
Seafood vendor
Luke:
So many types of fish! Is there a river or a lake nearby?
Layton:
Interesting. I, too, wonder where they obtain so much fish from.
Luke:
The fish are very fresh. Some are still alive, in fact.
Bread on right
Luke:
Mmm...there's a delicious smell coming from the bakery.
Layton:
There is only one bakery in this area, it would seem.
Luke:
So many types of bread! Sweet, savoury...
North Parade Avenue
Examine
Great Archive
Luke:
Well, doesn't that look imposing? Who designed that building?
Layton:
An enormous book presides over this town, governed by a story...
Luke:
I didn't know that medieval people could build things on this scale.
Third floor windows in house on closer right
Layton:
Unlike in the other parts of the town, buildings here are tall and magnificent.
Luke:
It looks quite posh.
Layton:
Many of the houses have shops on the ground floor and living quarters above.
Town Square Outskirts
Examine
Door on left building
Layton:
Hmm. The door and windows on the ground floor are shut. Could this be so for safety reasons?
Luke:
If this was my house, I'd keep the windows open during the day to let fresh air in.
Fountain
Layton:
It's a water fountain. The water looks very clear. It may be suitable for drinking.
Luke:
There must be a spring somewhere nearby.
Crates on left
Layton:
A pile of discarded wooden crates.
Luke:
They're just crates. Nothing to see.
Town Square
Examine
Right bench
Luke:
Look at that bench, Professor! Wouldn't it be nice to spend a whole day on it, reading in the sunshine?
Layton:
Luke, we are carrying out an investigation. This is not the time to be lazing about on a bench.
Belfry
Layton:
A single bell hangs in the belfry. Perhaps it is sounded on special occasions.
Luke:
That's one huge bell.
Bell tower entrance
Luke:
Some knights are standing guard at the entrance. I guess we can't go in.
Layton:
It is plausible that the guards are there to make sure no one goes to ring the bell without permission.
Road to the Court
Examine
Tree foliage on far left
Luke:
The forest stretches ahead. I hope there are no snakes. I'm not good with snakes...
Layton:
The weather is so fine that it is hard to believe this town is threatened by witches.
Stone lantern
Layton:
Seen during the day, it has a very intriguing shape.
Luke:
It was hewn out of one stone, from the looks of it.
Arrows on signpost
Layton:
The path splits in two directions. We can check where the other branch leads on another occasion.
Court Entrance
Examine
Eight-pointed star above entrance
Luke:
This deep in the forest, no one can hear the screams of burning witches...
Layton:
However magnificent this courthouse looks, the trials that take place inside are an ugly matter.
Crest on central spire
Luke:
Professor, I saw another owl.
Layton:
Owls are nocturnal animals. This forest seems to sustain quite a large population.
Guarded Gate
Examine
Middle Labyrinthian coat-of-arms flag on left
You found a hint coin!
Knight statue on right
You found a hint coin!
Bushes on far right
You found a hint coin!
Guards on either side
Leads to:
"............Ah! Aren't you..."
Left side of moat
Layton:
There is a current, so this moat has to be connected to a river or some other waterway.
Luke:
Oh, little fish are swimming over there! It's quite pretty for a moat.
Layton:
The water is very clean. I suppose there is a spring nearby.
Gate
Luke:
Opening and closing that heavy gate behind every visitor must be a bother.
Layton:
The guards are very alert. We can be certain that this town's creator is nearby.
Castle wall
Luke:
This area is guarded pretty tight. Maybe the knights are keeping an eye on us.
Layton:
Limiting the means of access to a bridge, supervised from the keeps, is a good way to keep intruders out.
Luke:
It feels like they're not only looking out for witches but trying to keep the townspeople out, too.
Knight:
............Ah! Aren't you... Hershel Layton, the Hatter?
Layton:
Well, I'm not a hatter... Although I certainly am Hershel Layton. I have been told that my presence is requested in the Audience Room.
Knight:
I've definitely heard something about that, but it's beyond me why...
Layton:
...?
Knight:
With all due respect, why would the Storyteller invite mere commoners to the Audience Room?
Luke:
Aren't people normally allowed to visit?
Knight:
Of course not! Both the Audience Room and the tower in which he resides are areas of strict surveillance. One does not simply... visit the Storyteller.
Luke:
Did you say...tower?
Knight:
The Storyteller's Tower, naturally. Don't tell me you've never heard of it! He only comes out of his tower to appear before the people in his parades. The Audience Room is where the Storyteller comes whenever there is a parade. We, the order of knights, provide his protection from this guard post! We feel honoured by his presence, even if he doesn't speak to us.
Layton:
I see... Then it would seem we are extremely privileged to have been invited here.
Knight:
Hurrumph, don't let it get to your head! Wait here while I open the gate.
Luke:
Come to think of it, during the parade... the Storyteller did seem to be held in high esteem by all the townsfolk.
Layton:
Indeed, Luke. After all, he is the author of this town's story. So he is effectively like some kind of god.
Luke:
Like...a god?
Knight:
Nooo! Someone tell me this isn't happening!
Layton:
............? There seems to be some commotion over there.
Luke:
It's that knight! He's coming back this way. And he doesn't look too happy...
Knight:
This is bad, really bad! What am I going to do?
Layton:
What's the matter?
Knight:
Well, actually, Dark Hat, the g-gate won't open! It's broken...and I can't fix it!
Luke:
So what happens now?!
Knight:
I wish I knew... Wh-what am I to do?! We need to do something... Can't keep the Storyteller waiting! If we do... there goes my career as a knight! Um...unless, aren't you two meant to be good at finding people?
Layton:
Finding...people? I wouldn't say we're particularly good...
Knight:
Don't say that, I need your help here! There is one knight who is able to fix the gates, but he's busy training with the other knights. I'd like to call him back here without disturbing the others... but in armour, they all look the same. The only way to identify him is to look for a knight with an unusually shaped sword.
Layton:
Unusually shaped sword? How interesting...
Luke:
Professor, doesn't that mean...
Layton:
Indeed, my boy. It means we can tackle this the way we would a puzzle.
Knight:
So...will you...find him?
Layton:
Okay, I'll see what I can do.
Puzzle #32: Not Standard IssueFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
25
Notes:
Penalty for an incorrect submission
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Knight:
Thanks to you, Sir Hatter, I've been able to have it repaired immediately.
Layton:
I'm glad you were able to fix it.
Luke:
A puzzle like that is a piece of cake for the professor!
Knight:
Hmm...as I suspected all along, you're certainly no ordinary gentleman. Sir Hatter, Hershel Layton, shall henceforth be allowed to pass through this gate freely.
Layton:
Thank you, kind sir.
Knight:
Please make your way to the Storyteller as swiftly as possible!
A new destination has been added to the map: Knights' Garrison.
Examine
Guards on either side
Knight:
Usually, common townsfolk are not allowed through this gate. Only the knights are permitted to go beyond this guard post into the Storyteller's domain.
Knights' Garrison
Luke:
Wow! No matter where I look, there are knights everywhere.
Layton:
Yes, indeed. The knights have their guard post on this side of the gate. Given the grandness of the scale, I imagine they are living here too.
Luke:
But I wonder exactly where around here we're supposed to meet the Storyteller... That knight said to go to the Audience Room, wherever that is... With a name as grand as "Audience Room", you'd think it would be easy to notice.
Layton:
Hmm... Luke, can you see the long flight of stairs over there? I think we should go and take a look.
Luke:
A flight of stairs? Ah...I see it! There's also a building over there. Looks rather stately... Do you think that's where the Audience Room is?
Layton:
Indeed, my boy. However, there seems to be something going on over there. And from the looks of things, I don't think we'll be able to just ignore it and stroll right by. At any rate, let's go and take a look.
Examine
Balcony on far left
You found a hint coin!
Statue left of flight of stairs
You found a hint coin!
Upright sword practice target hay bale
You found a hint coin!
Cutter
Leads to:
"How many times do I gotta tell you?"
Knight on left
Knight:
Hmm... Hmm...hmm. Hmm...this is no good! It's been three days and three nights, but still I don't get it...
Luke:
What is it that you don't understand?
Knight:
Whoa! Don't frighten me like that! How long have you been there?
Luke:
We've been here for quite some time now...
Knight:
Hmm... Mmm... Well...I suppose I can tell you. See, I've been doing my mind training. Us knights must train...not just physically, but mentally too.
Layton:
Training of the mind? How delightful. As a gentleman, I always endeavour to keep my thinking flexible, too.
Knight:
Hmm...your comment exudes confidence! And if you are so self-assured, why not try solving this puzzle? This is a chess puzzle based on a brave fight between knights. The trouble is, no matter how hard I try, I can't defeat the black knight!
Puzzle #34: Chess SkirmishFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
20
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Knight:
Whoa! You beat the black knight! If I can just remember how you did that... Hmm... Mmm... All right, now if I can beat him, he can keep guard of this area next week instead of me!
Luke:
Keep guard...
Layton:
instead [sic] of you?
Knight:
...! N-no! It's, um, purely for mind training, believe me!
Luke:
Sounds a little fishy to me...
Knight on left (subsequent times)
Knight:
This kind of chess puzzle is becoming quite popular recently. But naturally, I do this for mind training, not just for the fun of it.
Layton:
Splendid. I wouldn't mind having a go myself one day.
Spire at top left
Luke:
Ah, Professor! I think there are mice hiding up there!
Layton:
Take a closer look, Luke... You may notice that there are not only mice hiding there.
Luke:
Eh? Ah...I see what you mean, Professor! There's a hidden puzzle there, too! Just leave it to me, Professor! I can handle a puzzle like this, no problem!
Layton:
This puzzle might prove to be a little tricky. Take a deep breath and do your best! If you think it's too much for you right now, you can always select "Quit" and come back to it later.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Puzzle #35: Mouse MayhemFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
25
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
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Chariot
Luke:
Professor! That's the Storyteller's chariot from the parade!
Layton:
So this is where it's parked when not in use.
Luke:
We need to save Miss Espella before the next parade...
Sideways practice hay bale on right
Luke:
Enthusiastic shouts and clinking of metal can be heard from the other side. A training session?
Layton:
Seeing the knights practise has rekindled my passion for fencing. Perhaps I should join them.
Luke:
But aren't swords useless against witchcraft?
Stable entrance on right
Luke:
Ooh, I can hear the horses in there! I'd like to chat with them.
Layton:
It's a big stable. It just shows how important horses are for getting around here in Labyrinthia.
Luke:
The horses are all in a good mood. They're neighing, "This hay's sooo good!"
Cutter:
How many times do I gotta tell you? I ain't this "suspicious guy" you're after!
Captain:
Hmm... And you expect us to believe you just because you say so, eh? You can save us all time and trouble here. Just admit your guilt and be done with it!
Cutter:
You gotta be kiddin' me! This is a false accusation! C'mon, why won't you listen to me? I admit my face might look a li'l scary, sure. But I'm tellin' yer straight... my pals are always sayin' there's no one with a purer heart than good old Cutter!
Captain:
Oh, spare me...we're getting nowhere here. Hey, knights!
Knight:
Yessir!
Captain:
Put this miserable wretch into solitary confinement!
Knight:
Yessir, Captain!
Cutter:
Oi, oi! What're ya doing?! I'm innocent... Innocent, I tell ya!
Layton:
You seem to have your hands full here. May I ask what happened?
Captain:
Hey, if it isn't you two! Do you mean to tell me you're the ones that the Storyteller has summoned?
Luke:
That's us, all right! So you can't go chasing us around the way you did before.
Captain:
Nnngh... Rats...
Layton:
By the way, Captain, what has that man been accused of?
Captain:
What has he done? He is guilty of carrying out a heinous crime of assault and theft!
Cutter:
How many times do I gotta say it? It weren't me...it's a FALSE ACCUSATION. I'm totally innocent!
Captain:
Silence! Who else could have done it?
Layton:
Hmm...could you tell me a little more about this?
Captain:
Well, I had a feeling you'd want to know... You seem to like poking your nose into other people's business. A series of thefts have been occurring in this town...and at the same time, a suspicious figure has been sighted. Now, I ask you, does this man not look suspicious to you? Clearly it has to be him!
Cutter:
You got it all wrong! I heard there was a thief in the area... That's why I teamed up with them townsfolk to keep a lookout for the blighter! And that ain't all! I even found a way to make sure every dang corner of the town was bein' watched. We placed ourselves in positions where we didn't obstruct one another's line of sight! Catch my drift? This suspicious figure you guys mentioned...there ain't no way that was me!
Captain:
So you're saying that you watched every part of the town, while at the same time avoiding overlapping each other's search? That's impossible. You committed the crimes and are lying to cover yourself!
Layton:
I wonder if you're perhaps mistaken... It might just be true. For example, if they positioned themselves like this...
Puzzle #33: Street PatrolFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Captain:
Hmm... I would never have guessed such a solution could exist.
Cutter:
So d'ya believe me now?! I was tellin' the truth! The real culprit must still be on the loose, goin' around stealing stuff in broad daylight!
Captain:
Hmm... Men, it looks like we've no choice. Let him go. We'd better head back to the crime scene and go over it again with a fine-toothed comb.
Knight:
Yes, Captain!
Layton:
Well, I'm glad we were able to sort out the misunderstanding.
Captain:
I don't know who you two are, but you're a bit too sharp to be some regular townsfolk.
Layton:
Not at all, we're nothing so special. Just a couple of regular English gentlemen.
Captain:
Hmm...English, eh? So what is that, your title? Well, whatever it may be...it's not normal to be summoned directly by the Storyteller himself. It would appear that you are indeed something special... The Storyteller is in the Audience Room. I wouldn't keep him waiting if I were you! As for the Audience Room, it's in the building at the top of those stairs.
Layton:
That building up there...just as we thought. Thank you.
Captain:
Just mind your manners when in the presence of the Storyteller, you hear me? If I hear any sign of trouble... you'll regret it!
Luke:
W-we'll be on our best behaviour! So please keep your hand off your sword - you're scaring me!
Layton:
It just goes to show how highly the knights regard the Storyteller. Now then, let's move on, Luke.
Luke:
Right. Let's go, Professor!
A new destination has been added to the map: Audience Rm. Entrance.
Examine
Cutter
Cutter:
You did it! You've saved my hide big time, fellas! I won't forget this, believe me! An' I'll tell you two this: my motto is to always return kindness from others! So if you two ever find yerselves in trouble, just gimme a shout and I'll be right there!
Audience Rm. Entrance
Luke:
The Storyteller should be in here, right? I'm starting to feel a little nervous... ...Hmm, this area is totally deserted. All I can hear is the wind...
Layton:
It looks as if not even the knights are allowed to come up here.
Luke:
He really is treated almost like a god... I wonder what someone like that wants to talk to us about...
Layton:
............
Examine
Leftmost spire
You found a hint coin!
Area just above insignia
You found a hint coin!
Second-to-rightmost spire
You found a hint coin!
Doorway
Leads to:
"Huh? Professor...the door won't open!"
Second-to-leftmost spire
Layton:
Hmm... What's this?
Luke:
What is it, Professor?
Layton:
Have a look at this, Luke. There's a puzzle concealed here. In a situation like this, perhaps solving a puzzle might help to relieve stress.
Luke:
I think you're right, Professor!
Puzzle #37: Rotating Room 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Insignia
Layton:
It doesn't seem to be a trap.
Luke:
What if...once you're in, you can't get out?
Layton:
We should proceed with caution.
Tall tower
Layton:
I can make out the outline of a tall building in the fog. This could be the tower the knights spoke of.
Luke:
It could rival a skyscraper! They didn't have buildings like that in the Middle Ages, surely.
Luke:
Huh? Professor...the door won't open! Helloooo! Is anybody there? ............ No reply.
Layton:
It appears there is no key hole... This is no ordinary lock mechanism.
Luke:
Inviting someone to visit you only to lock them out?! That's a bit rude!
Layton:
Just a moment, Luke...if you look closely, you'll see there's a puzzle built in there. I believe this may be a test, Luke. A test to determine whether we qualify for an audience with the Storyteller or not.
Luke:
Hmm...that's a bit off, isn't it? But when it comes to puzzles...we'll be glad to oblige, won't we, Professor?!
Layton:
Indeed, my boy. Let's show our mettle!
Puzzle #36: Decipher the DoorFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
40
Notes:
The puzzle can be solved in four moves, but this is not necessary to clear it.
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
We did it, Professor! That should open the door!
Layton:
It would seem that we have proven ourselves worthy...
Luke:
Labyrinthia's creator is waiting for us inside...
Layton:
The creator...of this town. I wonder what he intends to say.
Luke:
............
Layton:
Are you all right, Luke? I imagine you must be a little nervous.
Luke:
Wh-who, me? Well, to be honest...I suppose I am, just a little. But don't worry, Professor, I can do this! Let's go... Let's meet the Storyteller!
Layton:
Very well. Muster your courage - we're going in!
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Anime cutscene
Storyteller:
...And thus, the guests finally made their appearance! I bid you welcome to Labyrinthia, the town governed by stories.
Audience Room
Storyteller:
I've been waiting for you, Hershel Layton.
Layton:
I believe I should say, it is an honour. Mr Storyteller.
Luke:
You're the creator of Labyrinthia... But...why did you call the professor here?
Storyteller:
I have summoned you... so that I may ask you...why you are here.
Layton:
I beg your pardon?
Luke:
Wh-what are you talking about?!
Storyteller:
............ In writing the story, I provide everything... and in turn, take everything away. I give each person a story... and weave their intertwining webs of fate. However, it would appear that interlopers have found their way into the story. The two of you.
Layton:
............ You mean to say...that my presence here was not written in your story?
Storyteller:
...Precisely. And so, I must ask you...exactly how did you find your way into this world?
Layton:
In truth, we found ourselves here somewhat inadvertently. We were brought here by a book... A book called the Historia Labyrinthia.
Storyteller:
Hmm...
Layton:
I am led to believe it was you who wrote that book... Surely you cannot deny it.
Storyteller:
It would appear I have found it - the source of the corruption within my story.
Luke:
Corruption?
Layton:
In other words, you consider our presence to be a hindrance to your story, is that correct?
Storyteller:
Not only you... There was another man who tried to change the course of my story.
Layton:
...!
Luke:
You mean...Carmine Accidenti?
Storyteller:
Carmine... So, there is a connection between him and the two of you after all.
Luke:
Oops...
Storyteller:
Your presence here is, shall I say... a slight inconvenience. The story of Labyrinthia is about to take a turn towards its grand finale.
Layton:
...Grand finale?
Storyteller:
Indeed. A conclusion that requires a climax of epic proportions. The identity of the Great Witch Bezella is made public...she is tried in the court and finally...destroyed! At last, peace will be restored to the town... The final scenario is close at hand.
Luke:
Th-the identity of the Great Witch... Do you mean...?
Layton:
...!
Deathknell Dungeon
Espella:
It's true that the townsfolk look at me in a... different way. And the reason for that is because... I am...the Storyteller's daughter.
Maya:
You're...WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Espella...
Phoenix:
You're the Storyteller's daughter? (I didn't...see that coming...)
Espella:
When I first came down into the town, everyone was friendly. Perhaps they thought that if they got to know me, things would go well for them. That was the impression I had.
Maya:
Hmm...that sounds like the kind of thing people would probably do. But obviously not me! I wouldn't do anything like that!
Phoenix:
(No one's accusing you of anything, Maya!)
Espella:
...But unfortunately, things didn't work out the way people hoped they would.
Maya:
Hmm...well, people should realise that good things don't come easy.
Espella:
Then one day someone just happened to bump into me in the town... and I was knocked over. Later...that night, that same person was attacked by a witch and killed by her magic.
Phoenix:
...!
Espella:
I don't know whether it was just a coincidence or not, but... after that, everyone's attitude towards me changed. They started saying things like "it's best to keep away from her, or you'll have a bad story written about you". All because I'm the Storyteller's daughter...
Maya:
What's the Storyteller thinking?
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Maya:
Well, he has his daughter stuck in a place like this... And if he didn't write such a bad story, she wouldn't have to suffer like this!
Phoenix:
............ (You have a good point there, Maya...) Anyway, the investigation has only just begun. Espella, if it's okay with you...I'd like to ask you a few more questions.
Espella:
Of course, I'd like to help in any way I can.
Phoenix:
(I've got to gather as much information as I can. I should ask Espella about...)
The Storyteller
Phoenix:
This might be difficult for you to answer, but... Why are you not living with the Storyteller... I mean, with your father?
Espella:
I did live with him before. We lived together on the edge of the town... in the Storyteller's Tower.
Phoenix:
The Storyteller's Tower...
Espella:
When I was little, he was very kind... And always listened to what I had to say. But then, at some point or other, he started to become distant... If you think about it, I guess it's only natural... because he had to write the Story for every single person in the town.
Maya:
Espella...
Espella:
As he became busier and busier... I was left alone in the tower. And that's the reason... I decided to leave home with Eve and live in the town. I stayed with Aunt Patty and helped out at the bakery. Now you two are at the shop too... But my dad... ............
Phoenix:
(What's the deal with the Storyteller...? I can't believe he'd write a story where his own daughter is the Great Witch Bezella...)
Maya:
Maybe the professor will be able to find out the Storyteller's true motives...
Patty Eclaire
Phoenix:
And what about Patty? Does she know anything about your past? Have you ever told her that you're the Storyteller's daughter?
Espella:
Yes...she knows. When the other people in town started avoiding me...Aunt Patty was the only one who stood by me that whole time.
Maya:
Yeah, Patty's always looking out for you...
Espella:
There is so much I have to thank her for... It's been five years since I left my dad and started living with Aunt Patty. She's always been so kind... She's been like a mother to me.
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it... what about your real mother, Espella?
Espella:
She... Actually, I... I can't remember anything about her. According to my dad, she died in an accident when I was still young. And...that's really all I know. He didn't tell me any more than that.
Maya:
I see...
The Great Witch Bezella (appears after "The Storyteller" and "Patty Eclaire")
Leads to:
"Espella, we believe in you. There's no way you can be the Great Witch Bezella."
Phoenix:
Espella, we believe in you. There's no way you can be the Great Witch Bezella.
Maya:
That's right! That's why we'll find the real Great Witch!
Espella:
The real...Great Witch... But...the Great Witch is only a character of legend. How could you possibly find her?
Phoenix:
Well, admittedly...at the moment we have no real leads.
Maya:
Actually, to be honest, we know next to nothing about Labyrinthia. We were supposed to have been living with you for five years now... but that memory turned out to be completely phoney...
Phoenix:
Do you have any ideas at all, Espella? Anything that could give us a clue. I guess it's a lot to ask...
Espella:
All magic-related incidents are thoroughly investigated by the Knights of the Inquisition. And if there were any clues as to the whereabouts of the Great Witch, then I believe they would have found them.
Phoenix:
I guess you're right.
Espella:
As far as I know, there's not a single incident that has remained unsolved by the inquisitors.
Maya:
............ Wait a minute, that's not right...
Phoenix:
What is it, Maya?
Maya:
The part about there being no unsolved incidents left...
Espella:
What...?
Maya:
Last night...me and Luke ran into High Inquisitor Darklaw.
Phoenix:
Wait, what?! You saw High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Maya:
Yup. She said she was investigating some kind of incident with magic. She said that it took place three months ago, I think. Apparently, it's "the only incident that has remained unsolved".
Phoenix:
An unsolved incident...
Espella:
...Oh! Now that you mention it, I remember hearing rumours about such a case.
Phoenix:
(The only magic incident in Labyrinthia to remain unsolved, huh...) Espella, about that incident... Could you tell us about it in more detail?
I'll have to ask you to stop right there, defender! Visiting time is up! You're to leave immediately!
Maya:
No way! We just got to the good part!
Espella:
Mr Wright, Maya! I really don't know much about that incident. But perhaps you could try asking an inquisitor about it...
Phoenix:
Okay, Espella. Thanks for the help.
Maya:
All right...we'll see you again real soon. Keep your spirits up, Espella!
Espella:
Thank you. Take care, both of you!
Espella:
Mr Wright... Maya... They're both doing so much for me. ............ I wonder...if there's anything I could do for both of them in return... The Great Witch Bezella... Until now, I hadn't given it much thought... ...!... ...The Great Witch... ...The Legendary Fire... ...Flames... Inferno... Oh my... Wh-what is this...? ...My...head...hurts...
Anime cutscene
Espella:
No! What...what was that? That...inferno...
Were these things...my memories?
Waiting Hall
Phoenix:
This town's one and only unsolved incident of magic...
Maya:
I'm sure she said something about an alchemist who lost their life to a witch.
Phoenix:
An alchemist was attacked? (Hm, that sounds like a serious case.) You got that from High Inquisitor Darklaw, right?
Maya:
That's right. When I was searching for Eve last night. I meant to tell you about it, but it totally slipped my mind.
Phoenix:
(Hmm...the only unsolved incident, huh? That's suspicious, all right. This might just be the lead that will take us to the Great Witch.)
Maya:
Okay, let's get to investigating! We can do this thing!
Phoenix:
Yeah. So, uh... I guess first we should check out the Inquisitors' Hall, right? We might just learn something there.
Maya:
Sure! Let's get going!
Phoenix:
(On the other hand...we may just learn how unwelcome we are there...)
Maya:
Hey! C'mon, Nick! Enough with that wishy-washy attitude!
Phoenix:
(...I didn't even say anything!)
Examine
Guard on right
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Aren't we going to the Inquisitors' Hall?
Chandelier
Phoenix:
So...the Inquisitors' Hall is upstairs, right? I hope someone's in.
Wooden bench
Maya:
These old benches can wait. Let's go to the Inquisitors' Hall!
Inquisitors' Hall
???:
Woof, woof, woof! Ruff, ruff, woof!
Phoenix:
W-wait a minute... That aggressive bark... Please tell me that isn't...
Constantine:
Woof, woof!
Maya:
Aha! It's Constantine! He looks happy to see us!
Phoenix:
Wish I could say the feeling was mutual. Once bitten, twice shy... That pretty much sums me up right now.
Maya:
Really? I dunno... I think he's looking much friendlier today if you ask me. See? Come on, Nick, pet him just once...
Constantine:
Grrrrr...grrrrr...woof!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaargh! (This mutt really, REALLY hates me...)
Barnham:
Well, well... If it isn't Sir Blue Knight... Exactly what are you doing over there on all fours?
Maya:
Oh...Inquisitor Barnham! Um, glad to see you again. Actually, there's something we'd like to ask you about. Come on, Nick...stand up already!
Phoenix:
Oooh...I'd like to meet that mutt's owner face-to-face.
Barnham:
Pfft... How foolish... Constantine happens to be mine. And a true knight's companion he is. He needn't waste time sinking his teeth into the likes of you.
Phoenix:
Ugh...I had a hunch. So Constantine really is your dog, huh? (Gotta admire the nerve of this guy... He just sits back and lets his dog bite people, err...I mean, me.)
Barnham:
Never mind that. What is it that you want to talk about? Just make it quick...Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
So...you inquisitors are the ones who investigate incidents of magic in this town, aren't you?
Barnham:
Yes, of course.
Maya:
If you don't mind, we'd like to ask you about that unsolved incident with magic.
Barnham:
............ There's one thing you must never forget: the Knights of the Inquisition excel at their work.
Phoenix:
...Uh, right.
Barnham:
All incidents of magic perpetrated by the witches are dealt with by the inquisitors. Without exception.
Phoenix:
(Spoken with that usual calm and collected air of confidence...) That's interesting... You see, we heard different. Apparently, there's one particular incident that still remains unsolved.
Barnham:
............
Maya:
Something about an alchemist being murdered... Ring any bells?
Barnham:
What?! Who did you get that information from?
Phoenix:
We...erm... Well...High Inquisitor Darklaw.
Barnham:
............ Well, why the blazes didn't you say so?! You could have saved us some time!
Phoenix:
(Huh? How is it my fault...?)
Barnham:
The High Inquisitor has put me on the spot by leaking such information to the likes of you. Well, I suppose that leaves nothing for it... I shall tell you the whole story, since I do not believe in doing things by halves...
Phoenix:
Please, go ahead. We're all ears.
Barnham:
It was three months ago that an alchemist living near the town square was murdered.
Maya:
Sorry, Inquisitor Barnham, but I'm kinda lost already... Is there a difference between alchemy and magic?
Barnham:
............ When it comes to something that difficult, it will do no good asking me.
Maya:
Huh...?
Barnham:
It seems that while the townspeople respected him, they also treated him with caution.
Phoenix:
They respected him?
Barnham:
He used his skills to make medical concoctions and acted much like a physician. The efficacy of his cures was almost like magic. He was famous within his neighbourhood. In fact, he was sometimes referred to as "Dr Belduke" by the townspeople. ...At any rate, it's safe to say that Sir Belduke was no witch.
Maya:
How can you say for sure?!
Barnham:
That's simple... Sir Belduke was a man.
Phoenix:
............ (Well, can't really argue with that...)
Barnham:
Sir Belduke came to a mysterious end three months ago.
Phoenix:
A mysterious end...?
Barnham:
There were two things about his death that cannot be explained rationally. Firstly, the murder scene. His body was discovered in his residence, in the study. His room was locked. There was no conceivable way the crime could have been committed, except by witchcraft.
Maya:
Isn't that what people call a "locked room mystery"?
Barnham:
Hmm...? A what?
Phoenix:
Oh...ah...it's nothing...really. So what was the other mysterious thing?
Barnham:
............ Secondly, until then, all incidents involving witches had been foretold in the story.
Phoenix:
...Foretold in the story? (In other words, predicted by the Storyteller...)
Barnham:
However... The murder of Sir Belduke did not appear in the story. Such a thing had never occurred before.
Phoenix:
(So not only was this the only unsolved incident in Labyrinthia's history... but it was also the only incident not to be predicted by the Storyteller.) Hmm...this definitely sounds worth investigating.
Barnham:
............ You certainly are an interesting one, Sir Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Huh?!
Barnham:
You really think you can solve this incident alone, when the Knights of the Inquisition have been working on it for three months? I must say, that is some confidence.
Phoenix:
...We won't know unless we try.
Barnham:
You may risk becoming the target of some terrifying witch's vengeance...
Phoenix:
............ (I'm hoping that was a joke...)
Barnham:
Well... I suppose you may as well take a look... Who knows, you may even find something. Sir Belduke's residence is just beyond the town square. Ask anyone around there, they'll soon point you in the right direction.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Inquisitor Barnham.
Barnham:
............ Sir Blue Knight. I believe our courtroom battles are far from over. Until we meet again in court...
Phoenix:
...I'll see you then, Inquisitor.
Examine
Constantine
Constantine:
Grrrrr...woof, woof!
Phoenix:
Maya...can you PLEASE get this mutt away from me? I can't feel my leg...
Maya:
Aww...so soon? I was hoping he'd use you as a blue chew toy just one more time!
Zacharias Barnham
Barnham:
Sir Belduke's residence has already been scoured by the Knights of the Inquisition. I believe you will only be wasting your time if you go there now.
Waiting Hall
Examine
Guard on right
Maya:
Next time we pass through this door, we'll have the decisive evidence!
Chandelier
Maya:
Nick, it's time for the Great Witch hunt! Let's go, go, go!
Wooden bench
Phoenix:
If we're gonna take a short break and sit down for a while, let's find a more comfy spot.
Main Street
Examine
Old Rootie
Old Rootie:
Hee, hee, hee... Would you two folks be interested in a rumour?
Maya:
Huh? A rumour? What kind of rumour?
Old Rootie:
Hee, hee... That, young lady, is a silly question! It's not for me to choose the rumour... You two folks have to guess what it is!
Phoenix:
We have to guess it? You mean if we roll off a few yes or no questions, you'll answer them for us? Do you think you could tell us about the alchemist?
Old Rootie:
All right... But no need to rush. First, let's see what vegetable you folks get.
Maya:
See what...vegetable we get? What do you mean?
Old Rootie:
Take a look at this! One, two... One, two... What's today's vegetable, I wonder... Hee, hee! That would be... a wee little pumpkin! This little fella is small, even for a pint-sized pumpkin.
Phoenix:
Oh... Right...
Old Rootie:
Now, as for that alchemist... He was an outstandingly handsome man. And that smile of his...why, it worked wonders on all the women folk, all right! Better than any medicine, or so they say. Worked a treat for me, too! That smile would always ease my nerve pains...
Maya:
............
Phoenix:
............ Oh...that's it?
Old Rootie:
Well, it was a very small pumpkin! That's all for today, I'm afraid.
Maya:
So you're saying...that the alchemist's remedies weren't so effective?
Phoenix:
I don't think that's quite what she meant...
Town Square
Phoenix:
Well, we've reached the square. But I wonder where the alchemist's residence is...
Maya:
Hey, Nick, look over there! There's a street leading away from the square...
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right! Let's go take a look.
A new destination has been added to the map: Alchemist's House.
Examine
Petter
Petter:
Hey, I thought you two were working at the bakery... Are you goofing off?
Phoenix:
Well...not exactly...
Maya:
Actually, we thought we'd give up baking and try our hands at something else.
Petter:
Is that so? Sounds like a good idea... Your bread did taste...a little unusual, anyway.
Maya:
Whaaaaaat?! You mean our bread wasn't delicious?
Phoenix:
That's strange... I mean, we used so much butter...and kneaded that dough so hard...
Petter:
Just my opinion, mind. I prefer my bread a little more fluffy and light.
Maya:
Oh, really? So, uh...just how fluffy and light are we talking here?
Petter:
Well...maybe about as fluffy and light as in this puzzle...
Puzzle #20: Cloud Maze 2For more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
50
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Petter:
Wow, impressive work! I really didn't expect you to solve that.
Phoenix:
Actually, I thought the same thing too...
Maya:
Well, I knew I could do it!
Petter:
So what were you out-of-work bakers doing hanging around here, anyway?
Maya:
We're investigating an incident involving the alchemist.
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about it?
Petter:
Surely the Knights of the Inquisition are the ones you should ask... They could tell you a lot more than I can.
Phoenix:
You might be right about that.
Petter:
Even so, it's a right shame someone like him could get murdered... I often went to him myself to get medicine. He was always friendly and understanding.
Maya:
Seems like Sir Belduke was a good man... At least, from what we've heard so far.
Petter:
I just hope they manage to solve this case soon.
Petter (subsequent times)
Petter:
Personally, I prefer my bread soft as a cloud, not hard as a rock. I seem to remember the bread being fluffier and lighter before...
Alchemist's House
Phoenix:
So this is Sir Belduke's residence...
Maya:
It definitely looks like an alchemist's house. I've never seen plants like these before...
Phoenix:
So...what do we do now? Just because the owner's deceased, we can't exactly go barging in...
Maya:
Hmm... But have you noticed just how well kept his yard is? It looks like someone is still living here.
Phoenix:
(Someone has definitely been doing the upkeep around here, that's for sure...) ...Hey! Who's that over there?
Examine
Chimneytop
You found a hint coin!
Emblem above double doors
You found a hint coin!
Patch of grass behind blue-haired figure
You found a hint coin!
Blue-haired figure
Leads to:
"My sincere apologies. I'm afraid medicaments are no longer being provided here."
Flask-shaped vase
Maya:
That's a strange place to put a vase!
Phoenix:
It seems to serve the same purpose as a mailbox. There are letters sticking out of it.
Maya:
I'd normally call that weird, but since it's an alchemist's house, it's sort of fitting.
Phoenix:
Some plant is growing in that vase, too. I wonder if it's intentional.
Hanging garden
Phoenix:
What fruit is that?
Maya:
They look so juicy! I'm going to try one!
Phoenix:
This is an alchemist's garden, Maya. I'd advise against eating anything that grows here.
Belfry
Phoenix:
The bell tower's visible over the treetops.
Maya:
So the town square is in that direction.
Phoenix:
The bell tower is really tall. How come we've never heard the bell?
???:
My sincere apologies. I'm afraid medicaments are no longer being provided here.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
???:
Did you not come here for medicaments of some kind?
Phoenix:
Um...no, we...didn't come here for that. We're here to investigate the incident... The one involving Sir Belduke.
???:
Forgive me if I'm mistaken, but... you do not look like members of the Knights of the Inquisition.
Phoenix:
I'm Phoenix Wright, attorney at law. And you...? I'm guessing you live here?
???:
Indeed. My name is Jean Greyerl. I was butler to the late Master Belduke.
Maya:
Wow, a butler! This must be my first time meeting a real one!
Phoenix:
Well, Mr Greyerl, if you don't mind... I've been told that the incident involving your master was shrouded in mystery. Has it got something to do with the Great Witch Bezella? We're trying to investigate that at the moment.
Greyerl:
The Great Witch...Bezella? Am I right in supposing that you are... defending Espella Cantabella?
Phoenix:
Well, actually... Yes, yes we are. So you know Espella, do you?
Greyerl:
That goes without saying... Everyone around here knows her.
Maya:
Do you think you can help us? We're here looking for leads.
Greyerl:
............ While he was alive, the master taught me the value of investigating the truth that governs the natural world. If you, too, are investigating the truth, then it would be against his teachings for me not to cooperate with you. Would you both like to come in? We can discuss the matter further, inside.
Phoenix:
That would be great. Thank you, Mr Greyerl.
Maya:
Whoa. Spoken like a true butler! He's a pretty cool guy, isn't he, Nick?
Butler's Room
Phoenix:
What is this room?
Greyerl:
This is the room that Master Belduke kindly provided as my accommodation.
Phoenix:
So, uh... Is this the room where the incident took place?
Greyerl:
That would be the master's study. It is the room right next door. However... the state of the room has been carefully preserved since the incident three months ago. As such, entry into the room is not currently permitted.
Maya:
Really? Bummer...
Phoenix:
Is that by order of the Knights of the Inquisition, by any chance?
Greyerl:
Yes. And as I have lived with Master since an early age... they also decided it would be only fitting for me to stay on and keep the place in order.
Maya:
So you've been looking after the place ever since Sir Belduke passed away?
Greyerl:
Yes...that's correct. Now then, is there anything further you wish to discuss?
Examine
Vase full of pink roses
You found a hint coin!
Stand containing clear bottles
You found a hint coin!
Rolled-up sheets of parchment
You found a hint coin!
Jean Greyerl
Leads to:
"As I mentioned a moment ago, I know very little about this matter."
Open window
Phoenix:
The town is over there. It's the opposite direction from the bell tower.
Maya:
A pretty view like this makes you forget all about witches and murders.
Shelves adjacent to desk
Phoenix:
Books and documents are all neatly placed on the shelves. Greyerl is a very tidy person.
Maya:
Maybe Jean could teach me some alchemy and you how to keep your desk tidy, Nick!
Bottles on bottom shelf
Maya:
Is that a minibar? What's inside all those bottles?
Phoenix:
Maya, don't drink it! Who knows what strange mixtures the alchemist kept in those bottles!
Scorched area below crate
Maya:
The floor's been singed. The Legendary Fire didn't spare even the alchemist's house!
Phoenix:
Why would the Legendary Fire manifest itself just in this room? Greyerl probably dropped a candle.
Greyerl:
As I mentioned a moment ago, I know very little about this matter. As a matter of fact, it might be better to ask the inquisitors. I can tell you about one thing, though... Namely, what occurred before the incident.
Phoenix:
Before the incident?
Greyerl:
Yes. It was three months ago, around the time that Master Belduke was murdered. We were on our way back from collecting specimens for research, and it was already into the small hours of the morning. There was a thunderstorm on the way, and as the storm drew nearer, we quickly made our way home.
Anime cutscene
Greyerl:
Anyone would have been surprised at what we saw, but Master Belduke... well, how can I put this... he reacted in a most peculiar way. Unlike others who saw it, he seemed unsettled, as if he was truly afraid of something. After that bell tower appeared, he changed completely. Master Belduke became a different man.
Phoenix:
W-wait a second! Did you just say...a bell tower appeared?
Maya:
Hey, that explains it! That must be... what High Inquisitor Darklaw meant when she mentioned an incident involving the bell tower.
Greyerl:
To this day I do not know what the master was so afraid of...
Phoenix:
Do you think...it was connected in some way to his death?
Maya:
I think it must have been magic. I mean, for a bell tower to just appear like that...
Phoenix:
............ Mr Greyerl, do you mind if we have a look around? I know that the inquisitors have already carried out a full investigation, but... There just might be a clue or two with some kind of connection to the Great Witch.
Greyerl:
............ Well I suppose... Providing I am allowed to accompany you, of course. There is sensitive equipment everywhere. And it is my responsibility to take care of it.
Phoenix:
I understand. We'll be careful.
Maya:
I wonder how the professor and Luke are doing with their visit to the Storyteller...
Phoenix:
Yeah, I've been wondering about that too. A chance to meet Labyrinthia's "creator"... Let's just hope they don't upset the guy and have some terrible plot twist written about them...
Maya:
That'd only happen if it was YOU that visited the Storyteller, Nick. The professor would never let anything like that happen. I've got a feeling they'll come back with some pretty useful leads. We have to do our best too, Nick! Let's keep up our side of this investigation!
Phoenix:
You got it, Maya. We're all in this together. C'mon, let's see what we can find!
Maya:
That's the spirit!
NEW MYSTERY
Bell Tower and Alchemist
According to Greyerl, Sir Belduke's butler, the bell tower appeared mysteriously after lightning struck one evening. For some reason, Sir Belduke became seriously agitated upon its appearance.
The bell tower in the town square is under continuous guard. Could this be related in some way to the death of the alchemist?
Audience Room
Luke:
The Great Witch Bezella...will be tried in the court?
Storyteller:
That will be Labyrinthia's final chapter. A fitting end, for a town ruled by witches and their magic.
Layton:
Am I to believe that this final chapter has already begun?
Storyteller:
That is correct... And there is no way you can possibly change its final outcome.
Layton:
Hmm... I wonder about that. You see, I gave my word to a young lady. I promised...that without fail, I would be able to rescue her. If I'm not mistaken, the Great Witch trial will begin in two weeks' time. The same day on which you will hold your next parade. I believe that should give us sufficient time to show you what we can do.
Storyteller:
Such a smug countenance... I find it...intolerable.
Layton:
I beg your pardon?
Storyteller:
Two weeks from now, you say? I'm afraid that information is out of date, Hershel Layton.
Layton:
Out of date? What do you mean?
Storyteller:
My parade will be held the day after tomorrow, according to the amended story.
Luke:
Whaaaat?! The day after tomorrow? Th-that's not fair!
Storyteller:
Now that's the kind of countenance I want from the characters in my story!
Luke:
Wh-what?!
Storyteller:
That's what I do, didn't you know? I decide the fate of characters who have no knowledge of their future. It would appear that you are not yet fully aware of the gravity of the situation. Let me see now... Just for fun, I'll write you a little story. A story full of surprises and a few tears... I shall enjoy seeing the emotions of the characters as they play their parts...
Luke:
A story...for us?
Storyteller:
Stories are a fixture of this town... You would be wise to embrace them. Let's see...I think we need a stimulating incident... We shall have a witch, some witchcraft...and perhaps a little death.
Layton:
Death... You can't!
Storyteller:
Oh, but I can... Let me see... This is a golden opportunity to use the alchemist's residence. How about this...? Your comrade meets with death by golden curse in the alchemist's residence. Hmm...this could be a truly interesting story.
Luke:
No way...
Storyteller:
Feel free to act as you wish, when playing your role in the story.
Luke:
H-how can you?!
The beginning of a new tragedy...or farce. The victim of a golden curse lies in the dwelling of a user of false alchemy. A man from afar falls to a golden curse, and a woman from afar cries out in grief. The woman is captured, her dark trial begins, the fiery pit will cleanse all her sins.
Luke:
"A man from afar falls to a golden curse, and a woman from afar cries out in grief." Th-this must be referring to Maya and Mr Wright!
Layton:
...! If we don't do something, Mr Wright and Miss Fey will be in danger! There's no time to lose, Luke! Let's go and find them.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Storyteller:
Hm...the story has already been written. And no matter what you do, you will not change the result.
Layton:
I do not agree. What we do next can change the future in any number of ways...
Storyteller:
I'm sure that's what you want to believe. In fact, a naive outburst like that could be a poignant plot point... Please, be my guest. Your words may help to raise the tension and bring a little excitement to my story!
Luke:
You...you monster!
Layton:
Luke! Now is not the time... We need to help Mr Wright and Maya.
Luke:
Okay... Let's go, Professor! Better hurry!
A Friend's Death added to Items.
Knights' Garrison
Luke:
Hm? Professor, do you hear a... a flapping sound coming this way?
Layton:
The sound of a large bird, perhaps...
Luke:
Ah! That's the owl that we saw in the Audience Room!
Layton:
It's holding a letter in its mouth... Not to mention watching us intently.
Luke:
Perhaps he wants to tell us something. I'll try talking to him to see what he wants.
Hoot:
Hoo-hooo!
Luke:
What can we do for you?
Hoot:
Hoo-hoo-hooo.
Luke:
I've got it, Professor! Hoot - that's the owl - says the letter was delivered to the Storyteller three months ago.
Layton:
To the Storyteller? If that's so, then we can't very well keep it. After all, it's wrong to read letters addressed to someone else.
Luke:
That's what the owl said... But he also said there's absolutely nothing written on the sheets of parchment inside the envelope. Look, Professor! See...they're totally blank.
Layton:
A letter with nothing written on it... That is, indeed, most curious.
Luke:
And another thing, Professor... The owl says this letter was sent by the alchemist...
Layton:
What's that, my boy? Written by the alchemist? Do you remember what the Storyteller wrote in that story he penned a moment ago? A victim of a golden curse lies in the dwelling of a user of false alchemy. Which probably means the place at which this incident will occur...
Luke:
is [sic] the home of the one who sent this letter. In other words, at the alchemist's house, right, Professor?!
Layton:
It appears the address of the sender, Sir Belduke, is written on the envelope. Which means...we had better make our way there immediately!
Hoot:
Hoo-hoo.
Luke:
Thanks, Mr Hoot!
Blank Letter added to Items.
Layton:
The address on the envelope is somewhere near the town square.
Luke:
That's a little far from here, Professor. We might not make it in time... I think we'd better run!
Layton:
Luke, my boy, we have the need... to rent a steed!
Luke:
I think you're right, Professor! That would be far quicker than running!
Layton:
Quickly, Luke! There's no time to lose!
Luke:
Hey, easy, boy! This horse is certainly spirited!
Butler's Room
Maya:
Say, Nick...have you noticed how the colour of that wall is different from all the other walls in the room?
Phoenix:
...I think I've investigated enough crime scenes by now to notice something as obvious as that, Maya.
Greyerl:
I'm embarrassed to admit it, but actually there was a small fire here a while ago. It was my fault. The wall ended up a little bit singed in the process...
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it, there are some signs of a fire on the floor there, too.
Greyerl:
Yes, that's correct. Anyway, I decided to paint the wall myself.
Phoenix:
(Looks like Mr Greyerl is way handier with his herbs than with a paintbrush...)
Greyerl:
I let a candle set fire to some dry straw... In all my time as a butler, I've never made such a major blunder.
Phoenix:
Nah, it's not that bad! You're being a little hard on yourself.
Maya:
That's right, it's not so bad... You think that's bad? You should see Nick try and do the laundry. Now that's a major blunder!
Phoenix:
Okay, that was one time... A-anyways...
Maya:
Let's go check out Mr Belduke's study!
Phoenix:
While we're here, could you show us around your room a little, Mr Greyerl?
Greyerl:
Of course. If it will bring you any closer to finding the truth, be my guest. However, as the Knights of the Inquisition have ordered that the crime scene be left undisturbed... I must ask that you refrain from touching anything while you are in the study.
Phoenix:
Sure, we'll be careful.
A new destination has been added to the map: Alchemist's Study.
Examine
Jean Greyerl
Phoenix:
Mr Greyerl, there's something I was hoping to ask you.
Greyerl:
Certainly, what is it?
Phoenix:
This murder is the only unsolved case involving magic, is that right?
Greyerl:
Yes, that is correct.
Phoenix:
Is it really true that this crime would have been impossible without the use of witchcraft?
Greyerl:
That is the conclusion to which the Knights, and the High Inquisitor herself, came. The crime took place behind a locked door, for one thing, which already leads to suspicions of witchcraft. Besides...
Phoenix:
...Besides?
Greyerl:
The Master was loved by many people, and wasn't at all the type to make enemies. He was kind to everyone, not to mention sincere... It has always been an honour to serve him.
I cannot believe that anyone, other than a witch, would want to harm him.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. How do you think the culprit got into a sealed room, anyway?
Phoenix:
Well, it was a witch, right? So I guess she used magic to get inside.
Maya:
I think we should stop calling the culprit a witch... How about "magician"?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure we need to be sweating over semantics...
Jean Greyerl (subsequent times)
Greyerl:
Master Belduke was loved by many people, and wasn't at all the type to have enemies. He was kind to everyone, not to mention sincere... It has always been an honour to serve him. I cannot believe that anyone, other than a witch, would want to harm him.
Green-painted wall
Greyerl:
I got a little careless and failed to properly extinguish a fire. I painted the wall green, so as to cover the discolouration caused by the fire.
Scorched area below crate
Phoenix:
The box covers slight burn marks from a small fire.
Maya:
They could've painted that over with the same green paint as the wall.
Door on right
Leads to:
"Hey, look, Nick! There on the floor... It's one of those...whatchamacallits... You know...a crop circle, right?"
Alchemist's Study
Maya:
Hey, look, Nick! There on the floor... It's one of those...whatchamacallits... You know...a crop circle, right?
Phoenix:
That's an alchemist's circle, Maya. We're not in a wheat field...
Greyerl:
I'm sorry to repeat myself, but please be sure not to touch anything.
Phoenix:
You heard him, Maya. That means keep your hands to yourself.
Maya:
No problem! I'll just do the touching with my eyes!
Phoenix:
(With your...eyes?)
Examine
Hanging gyroscope
You found a hint coin!
Golden sphere on urn next to door
You found a hint coin!
Pile of books next to powder
You found a hint coin!
Jean Greyerl
Greyerl:
............
Phoenix:
What's the matter, Mr Greyerl?
Greyerl:
Oh... It's ah...actually, it's that pendant. I must say, I find it fascinating.
Maya:
Oh, you mean this old thing? It's called a Magatama.
Greyerl:
Maga...tama?
Maya:
Yup! You could say it's kind of like my "source of power", I guess.
Greyerl:
I understand... Stones are often charged with energy, after all.
Maya:
The pendant you're wearing is pretty neat too! It's such a mysterious colour...
Greyerl:
Oh, this? It's an amethyst. Master Belduke asked me to wear it.
Phoenix:
An amethyst?
Greyerl:
The amethyst brings about good vibrations, in an alchemy sense. ............
Phoenix:
Mr Greyerl...?
Greyerl:
Oh, I'm sorry. I was just remembering Master Belduke. He gave me this stone, and accepted me as his assistant alchemist... But now, Master... Such is the order of the natural world. ............
Phoenix:
(Seems like Greyerl really misses him... He must have really respected Sir Belduke.)
Jean Greyerl (subsequent times)
Greyerl:
............
Cupboard on left
Phoenix:
The cabinet might have contained the alchemist's research materials but it's been emptied.
Maya:
Only some junk's been left behind.
Spilled powder
Phoenix:
It looks like a load of white powder has been scattered around the desk. Um...about this white powder... Has it been here since the incident?
Greyerl:
That's right. It was just like this when I entered the room on the morning following the incident. I have left it this way ever since.
Maya:
I guess someone must have dropped a container full of some medicine...
Greyerl:
Please try not to walk in it. You may leave footprints...
Maya:
Now that you said it, all I wanna do is leave little ol' footprints all over the place... It'll be like... "Maya wuz here"!
Spilled powder (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It looks like a load of white powder has been scattered around the desk. Maya, try not to step in any of that. The last thing we want to do is leave footprints all over the place.
Maya:
Oooo... Urge to leave footprints everywhere rising...
Painting
Maya:
Hey, that's a pretty little picture over there. We could use a picture like this back at the office, don't you think? We could hang it right next to Charley!
Phoenix:
............
Maya:
Hmm? What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
The wall behind this picture frame...
Maya:
The wall? Oh...that! It seems like there's...some kind of green mark on the wall just by the painting.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if there's something hidden behind this painting...)
Maya:
Hey, Nick, look at this!
Phoenix:
The wall behind the painting... (It's painted green!)
Greyerl:
Is there a problem?
Phoenix:
Uh...no... No problem. (Hmm...this could be some kind of clue.)
Wall Behind the Painting added to Items.
Painting (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
The wall behind the little painting has been painted green... (Hmm...this could be some kind of clue.)
Greyerl:
...?
Globe on desk
Phoenix:
That's a globe of the night sky.
Maya:
The alchemist was also an astronomer! Or maybe he was into astrology?
Magic circle
Maya:
Oh, that's a magic circle! It's neatly drawn and it sure looks magical.
Phoenix:
I guess that's the kind of stuff you're into, being a spirit medium.
Pots in front of desk
Phoenix:
A curiously shaped implement. No idea what it was used for.
Maya:
This could be a device for turning bread into gold!
After examining Jean Greyerl, spilled powder, and painting:
Phoenix:
Well, I think we've just about investigated everything we can for now...
Maya:
But we didn't find any leads on the Great Witch...
Phoenix:
Oh, uh...Mr Greyerl?
Greyerl:
Yes? What is it?
Phoenix:
Is there anywhere else you can think of where we might find more clues?
Greyerl:
Let me see... Well, there is a cellar under this study... That's where the master kept his research materials.
Phoenix:
A cellar under this room?
Greyerl:
Yes... There's a trap door in the floor, leading down to the cellar.
Phoenix:
(A room containing Belduke's research materials...) If you don't mind, I'd like to have a quick look at that room.
Greyerl:
I see. Very well. If you'll please just wait a moment... That ladder leads down into the cellar. But be careful, it's rather dark down there.
Phoenix:
It looks like it might be a little cramped down there too.
Greyerl:
That's true... Perhaps it is a little bit small for the both of you at once.
Maya:
Okay, Nick, this seems more like your kind of thing, anyway!
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Maya:
I dunno...I guess you're just more suited to small, dark, damp places.
Phoenix:
I'm not a rat, you know...
Maya:
C'mon, you know that's not what I mean! I'll just stay up here and snoop around for some clues.
Phoenix:
It's not snooping, Maya, it's investigating. ...Anyway, you do that. I'll be right back.
Maya:
Yay! Way to go, Nick!
Greyerl:
Well, I should return to my room. Please give me a call as soon as you have both finished.
Phoenix:
Okay, got it.
Basement Study
Phoenix:
............ Brrr...it's a little chilly down here. Doesn't look like it's been used much... The air is so musty and stale. ...Anyway. Better hurry up and take a look around.
Examine
Pot on far left
You found a hint coin!
Fir needles right of top shelf
You found a hint coin!
Wooden bucket
You found a hint coin!
Rolled-up papers
Phoenix:
Plenty of sketches and drawings. Nothing useful for us.
Desk on left or box of things
Phoenix:
Looks like Sir Belduke studied alchemy here, too. I don't see anything medicine-like, but there sure is a lot of equipment... This desk is pretty messy. Not a speck of dust, though. I guess Greyerl must be keeping it clean... There's a wooden box by the desk, filled with all kinds of junk. A doll is peeping out of the box. I wonder if it was left by a little girl who was one of the doctor's patients.
Desk on left or box of things (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It looks like Sir Belduke carried out research here as well.
Stool
Phoenix:
What was Belduke's research about? Will all his work be lost now that he's gone?
Golden goat
Phoenix:
Looks like...a sculpture of a goat, I think. Something about it gives me the creeps... Wait a second... Is this...?! This thing is completely made of gold! Could this be the result of alchemy? I guess in this town anything's possible... (If Maya were here, she'd break her back trying to take that goat away with her...) That's strange... Almost everything in this room is covered in a layer of dust... Everything except for that goat, that is. Seems to have been kept in pristine condition.
Golden goat (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
A finely crafted golden goat... and well taken care of, to boot.
Hanging poster
Phoenix:
What's this? A map?
Well
Phoenix:
Well, well, well...if this isn't a well. Looks like it's still in use, too. I'm guessing you need quite a bit of clean water for alchemy. (Come to think of it...I haven't noticed any plumbing here in Labyrinthia.)
Well (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
This well must have been built here specifically to provide water for alchemical research.
Potted plants below well
Phoenix:
The poor potted plants are starting to wither. I'm going to get some water for them...
After examining desk on left/box of things, golden goat, and well:
Phoenix:
Well, looks like I've pretty much seen all there is to see down here. The room doesn't seem to have been used much, and there's nothing I can see that might provide a lead. If I stay here any longer, I might just end up covered in dust myself... (...Not to mention, standing here sighing is kind of clogging up my lungs.) Maybe it's time I head back upstairs... I should probably see how Maya's doing.
Alchemist's House
Layton:
This is the alchemist's house! We have to hurry!
Luke:
Pro-professor! Wait...wait for me!
Alchemist's Study
Layton:
Miss Fey!
Maya:
Hi, Professor! What's up? You look flushed.
Layton:
Where's Mr Wright? Have you seen him?
Maya:
Oh, Nick? He's just down in the basement, doing some investigating. He should be back up soon. So how did it go? Did you get to see the Storyteller?
Layton:
Please, get Mr Wright, immediately! It's safer if we're all together in one place. I'll explain later...just hurry!
Maya:
Huh...?
Layton:
As things stand, Mr Wright is in serious danger!
Maya:
Nick's in danger?! What do you mean?
Layton:
I have reason to believe that a witch will appear here soon!
Maya:
...!
Anime cutscene
???:
All is as written in the Story.
Layton:
Do you happen to be the Great Witch Bezella?
???:
Concern yourselves not with who I am... but rather...with what you will now become!
Alchemist's House
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me! Whatever is the matter, child? You look positively flustered. Sir Belduke is no longer resident here. You'll need to go elsewhere for your medicaments.
Luke:
I know that! Let me through... It's a matter of life and death!
Birdly:
Life and death, you say?! If so, then I may foresee a hit ballad. Raise up your hearts, and sing with Birdly! My bird is Cracker! First, second and thirdly!
Luke:
(Ah! This must be that rival Mr Bardly was talking about.) Anyway, I'm in a hurry!
Ms Primstone:
Oh dearie, dearie me!
Anime cutscene
???:
Ahhh!
Luke:
Professor!
Maya:
It...it wasn't me!
Phoenix:
Huh? What the...?!
Professor... The words the Storyteller wrote really did come true! And in the worst possible way... "A man from afar falls to a golden curse..." At first, I thought he was referring to Mr Wright... But I got it all wrong... it was about the professor!
To Be Continued...
NEW MYSTERY
Golden Layton
Professor Layton was turned into a gold statue through witchcraft in the alchemist's residence. How can this be?!
............
Quitting puzzle (Pretty Posey)
Muffet:
...It just won't do! I need that faiwy fwower bouquet badwy!
Luke:
Don't worry, I'll definitely solve it later!
Reinitiating puzzle (Pretty Posey)
Muffet:
If I give him a faiwy fwower bouquet, will he fall head over heels for me?
Quitting archived puzzle (during chapters "Looking for Eve..." and "The alchemist killed by a witch")
Ridelle:
Are there any other puzzles you wish to take a look at?
Solving archived puzzle (during chapter "Looking for Eve...")
Ridelle:
That was splendid. You certainly know how to handle puzzles.
Exiting puzzle archival (during chapters "Looking for Eve..." and "The alchemist killed by a witch")
Ridelle:
Any time you feel like solving puzzles, just drop by and let me know.
Quitting puzzle (Puppy Postal Patrol)
Maya:
At this rate, we're never going to find out where Eve is...
Luke:
This is just a short break, Maya. Don't worry, I'll definitely solve this soon.
Reinitiating puzzle (Puppy Postal Patrol)
Mailer:
I'm not sure... About where to take the next letter, I mean. As soon as I am, I'll tell you about the cat. Until then, I can't continue my deliveries. That simply won't do!
Quitting puzzle (Mousequerade)
Luke:
This is...actually quite difficult.
Maya:
Grrrr... Let's give it one more try!
Reinitiating puzzle (Mousequerade)
Price:
If you can solve this, I have a feeling I'll be able to remember about that cat.
Quitting puzzle (Stained Glass)
Bardly:
Like I said, c'est la vie...
I'll just have to retire!♪
Luke:
C-calm down, Mr Bardly! You mustn't give up so easily!
Maya:
Solve the puzzle and he'll feel better. Give it another try, Luke!
Reinitiating puzzle (Stained Glass)
Bardly:
If you could only create such colour, I could surely find the heart to sing.
Quitting puzzle (An Evening Stroll)
Knight:
We haven't seen, nor heard, nor do we know anything about your cat.
Luke:
There's no way you don't know!
Maya:
Let's try to persuade them, Luke!
Reinitiating puzzle (An Evening Stroll)
Knight:
About your cat, we three knights... know nothing!
Knight:
Saw nothing!
Knight:
Heard nothing!
Solving archived puzzle (during chapter "The alchemist killed by a witch")
Ridelle:
That was splendid! You certainly know how to handle puzzles.
Quitting puzzle (Wagon Draggin')
Constantine:
Grrr...ruff!
Eve:
...Meeow.
Maya:
Uh-oh, looks like Constantine's getting a little stressed.
Luke:
Okay, Maya, let's give this another try!
Reinitiating puzzle (Wagon Draggin')
Constantine:
Ruff, ruff, ruff...woof!
Eve:
Meeow!
Maya:
Constantine is still acting kinda weird, Luke.
Luke:
I'm certain that if we can all solve this puzzle together, he'll calm down.
Quitting puzzle (Gabbin' Goats)
Mary:
You mean to say you didn't appreciate the cute chorus of my adorable goats? Unbelievable! Drink more of the goat's milk, and it might put some sense into you! Don't you agree, my little Snowy-wowy?
Snowy:
Baaa...
Reinitiating puzzle (Gabbin' Goats)
Mary:
Did you want to hear the cute bleating of my sweet Snowy and the other goats once more before you leave?
Snowy:
Baaa...
Quitting archived puzzle (during chapters "Heading to the Audience Room", "Investigation after visiting Espella", and "A friend's death")
Ridelle:
Would you like to try another puzzle?
Solving archived puzzle (during chapters "Heading to the Audience Room" as Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey, "Investigation after visiting Espella", and "A friend's death"
Ridelle:
That was marvellous!
Exiting puzzle archival (during chapters "Heading to the Audience Room" as Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey, "Investigation after visiting Espella", and "A friend's death")
Ridelle:
I'll be here any time, if you feel the need to solve a puzzle or two.
Quitting puzzle (Stomp on It!)
Dewey:
Was it so loud that you couldn't even solve the puzzle?
Reinitiating puzzle (Stomp on It!)
Dewey:
My neighbour is always stomping around his place. I'll show you just how loud it is.
Quitting puzzle (Train Trouble)
Cecil:
I knew it... I knew I shouldn't trust a stranger like you... You're a friend of the witch...and you tried to take me away with you... Waaaaah! Help me, sis!
Phoenix:
Oh, brother... Somehow I had a feeling it would end up like this.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Stop complaining and solve the puzzle!
Phoenix:
If only the professor and Luke were here...
Reinitiating puzzle (Train Trouble)
Cecil:
If you can solve this puzzle, I'll go with you, I promise!
Solving archived puzzle (during chapter "Heading to the Audience Room" as Hershel Layton and Luke Triton)
Ridelle:
That was exceptional puzzle solving!
Exiting puzzle archival (during chapter "Heading to the Audience Room" as Hershel Layton and Luke Triton)
Ridelle:
Feel free to drop in any time you'd like to solve a puzzle or two.
Quitting puzzle (Animal Pens)
Old Rootie:
Hee, hee! The puzznip is rare, you know.
Reinitiating puzzle (Animal Pens)
Old Rootie:
Today's vegetable is a puzznip!
Quitting puzzle (Not Standard Issue)
Knight:
Oh, no! There's nothing I can do. I'm simply unable to let you in...
Luke:
And to think we came this far... What shall we do, Professor?
Layton:
I'm certain we can solve this puzzle. Let's give it another try.
Reinitiating puzzle (Not Standard Issue)
Knight:
I really want to let you through the gate, but I just can't open it! Surely the Hatter can solve this!
Quitting puzzle (Chess Skirmish)
Knight:
Well, I thought you seemed confident, but maybe I was mistaken...
Reinitiating puzzle (Chess Skirmish)
Knight:
As a knight of honour, I must find a way! Do you think you could show me how to defeat the black knight?
Quitting puzzle (Mouse Mayhem)
Luke:
Hmm... This might take a little more time...
Layton:
Why not leave it for the time being? We'll make sure to try again later.
Reinitiating puzzle (Mouse Mayhem)
Layton:
This puzzle might prove to be a little tricky. Take a deep breath and do your best! If you think it's too much for you right now, you can always select "Quit" and come back to it later.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Quitting puzzle (Street Patrol)
Captain:
Like I said, it's obvious that the suspicious figure was this guy!
Cutter:
You got it all wrong, pal! C'mon, ol' Cutter has a face you can trust!
Layton:
At this rate, it's only a matter of time before they take him away to jail.
Luke:
But, even though his face looks scary, I don't think he did it... I think he's being falsely accused, just like we were yesterday. If we solve this puzzle, I'm sure we can prove his innocence!
Layton:
Yes, indeed. Let's give it another try.
Reinitiating puzzle (Street Patrol)
Cutter:
I'm innocent, I swear! Please, you gotta prove it to 'em!
Quitting puzzle (Rotating Room 2)
Layton:
Even though we didn't solve it, it was still a pleasant diversion. Let's give it another try later.
Reinitiating puzzle (Rotating Room 2)
Layton:
In a situation like this, perhaps solving a puzzle might help to relieve stress.
Luke:
I think you're right, Professor!
Quitting puzzle (Decipher the Door)
Layton:
...This puzzle is quite a tough one.
Luke:
Come on, Professor! At this rate, we'll never get in!
Layton:
We've come this far... We can't just give up now. Let's keep trying.
Reinitiating puzzle (Decipher the Door)
Layton:
If we don't solve this puzzle, we won't be able to go in.
Quitting puzzle (Cloud Maze 2)
Petter:
Hey...didn't you like my fluffy little puzzle?
Reinitiating puzzle (Cloud Maze 2)
Petter:
Well? Are you going to solve this fluffy little puzzle then?
The Imprisoned Turnabout
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Part 2
Episode 2The Imprisoned Turnabout
March 27, 10:16 AMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Examine evidence
Front side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
Back side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Each Prosecutor's Badge is engraved with the number of its owner on the back. Hmph. Numbers. As if we're not human on the inside like everyone else!
Edgeworth:
..........
Gumshoe:
..........
Kay:
...He's not coming.
Gumshoe:
He's not coming, sir.
Edgeworth:
How long does he intend to keep us waiting...!?
Kay:
Now, now, Mr. Edgeworth. There's no need to get your cravat in a twist.
Edgeworth:
Ethan Rooke's murder... Two days after the incident, we visited the detention center. Naturally, we were hoping to meet with the defendant, Horace Knightley. His trial was set to begin the next day, with me serving as the prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Still, he is rather late... You there! Do you know what's going on?
Guard:
I-It is certainly strange... I'll try calling him one more time...
Guard:
I-It's terrible! I-It's... Knightley! H-He's been murdered!
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaat!? What did you say!?
Edgeworth:
Murdered? (Inside the detention center?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Let's go check it out!
Edgeworth:
You there! Take us to the crime scene, posthaste.
Guard:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Knightley's not in his cell? I thought he was being held there.)
Guard:
What are you doing, sir!? This way!
Gumshoe:
Wh-Where are you taking us, pal? Through this door is the...
Edgeworth:
Ah... It's the prison.
Kay:
Prison? Then what were the small rooms back there?
Edgeworth:
Those cells we just passed are part of the detention center. They're used for holding suspects temporarily, while they await for their trial. What lies ahead... is a facility that serves a completely different purpose.
Gumshoe:
This is where criminals who have been declared guilty serve out their sentence, pal.
Edgeworth:
It's the one place a Great Thief does not want to end up, Kay.
Guard:
I'm opening the door now! Please, follow me!
Edgeworth:
(Th-There's no mistaking it... Knightley's... dead! Moreover, he was murdered inside the prison walls... How exactly did this happen!?)
March 27, 10:32 AMPrisonWorkroom A
Kay:
I-I can't believe something like this would happen to Mr. Knightley!
Edgeworth:
Yes. I can't believe it either... But the scene you see before you is the unmistakable reality.
Kay:
Besides... Wasn't Mr. Knightley supposed to be in the detention center?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. He was. Knightley hadn't had his trial yet. Before a suspect is found guilty, they're detained in the detention center's holding cells. (They only enter the prison after they have received a guilty verdict. Knightley should not have been moved in here...)
Gumshoe:
Do you think he passed through those giant doors that we went through earlier, sir?
Edgeworth:
Huge metal doors and a long passageway separate the prison and the detention center. As a suspect, Knightley wouldn't have been able to pass through.
Floor Plans jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
What happened to Knightley... In order to solve this mystery, we must first investigate the crime scene.
Begin Investigation
PrisonWorkroom A
Logic
"Bloodstained Sheet" and "Stacked sheets"
Edgeworth:
The sheets stacked here have a very distinctive pattern...
Kay:
It's the same as the bloodstained sheet!
Edgeworth:
Th-That's right... Kay. Don't steal my lines like that.
Kay:
Hee hee hee. Mr. Edgeworth, you shouldn't get caught off guard like that. I'll never lose my edge as the Great Thief!
Edgeworth:
(I thought she was on hiatus?)
Bloodstained Sheet data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
The prison
Kay:
So this is what a prison is like! It's been very educational!
Edgeworth:
You're more enthusiastic than I am at gathering information.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, you need to work harder at gathering information! Otherwise... you'll be in trouble when the "time" comes!
Edgeworth:
I don't think the "time" you're talking about will ever come... ...but I do need to gather more information. (In order to complete my logic and catch the killer!)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Kay:
That's a really cool badge. It depicts a blazing sun on top of winter frost, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It symbolizes the severity of the criminal justice system.
Kay:
My badge has symbols too! U-Uh Umm... It symbolizes Love and Justice and Peace and Courage and Honor and Kindness!
Edgeworth:
(What happened to "Truth"?)
Rope
Kay:
So, you want to see my amazing rope escape after all?
Edgeworth:
...Isn't there anything else you can do with a rope besides rope escapes?
Kay:
I can also... make rope ladders and tie up bad guys! There are many things you can do with just a piece of rope.
Edgeworth:
(All of those things are only useful to a Great Thief.)
Anything else
Kay:
I believe that even a Great Thief has rights. For example, we have the right to choose what we want to steal.
Edgeworth:
(I guess she doesn't consider this valuable.)
Board near guard
Edgeworth:
It's a reservation form that lists the inmates who are scheduled to use this room.
Kay:
There are numbers written here.
Edgeworth:
Probably their prison numbers.
Kay:
I'd hate to be called a number, like T-4137...
Edgeworth:
Yes. That is why we are born with a name.
Kay:
I'd rather be called "Great Thief" or "The Terminator!"
Edgeworth:
What about your name...?
Guard
Edgeworth:
Is there anything out of place?
Guard:
Yes, sir! If I had to say...
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Guard:
There's a dead body over there.
Kay:
Yup! That's definitely out of place!
Edgeworth:
...If you notice anything else out of place, please be sure to tell me.
Dirt area
Edgeworth:
This section of the room is covered in dirt.
Gumshoe:
The dirt is soft and has footprints on it, sir!
Edgeworth:
There are too many footprints... It won't be easy to identify them all.
Gumshoe:
Until the forensics arrive, we probably shouldn't tamper with this area.
Edgeworth:
Detective, please don't trip and fall in the dirt.
Gumshoe:
I'll be careful, sir! I don't want to get my favorite coat dirty.
Edgeworth:
(I'm more worried that you'll mess up the footprints...)
Dick Gumshoe
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
The victim
Gumshoe:
He was arrested on the afternoon of the 25th, and was killed on the morning of the 27th... I never expected the criminal to become the victim, sir.
Edgeworth:
Yes... It doesn't leave a good taste in your mouth.
Gumshoe:
Maybe De Killer killed Knightley? He couldn't let anyone who had seen his true identity live! ...Or something like that.
Edgeworth:
...Are you talking about Shelly de Killer? If he was the killer, then he would have left his calling card behind. Besides, didn't we also see his true identity as well?
Gumshoe:
That's right... And we're still alive, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Still, to commit murder in such a place is not an easy task... How did the criminal murder Knightley?)
The prison
Gumshoe:
It's nice that the prison and the detention center are connected, sir. As they both get to share the visitor's room, it's actually quite convenient.
Edgeworth:
Well... It is an unusual design, but it is convenient for the visitors.
Gumshoe:
Why do the detention center and the prison need to be separated in the first place, sir?
Edgeworth:
The suspects go in the detention center, while the convicts go in the prison. They might seem similar, but they are actually two completely different facilities.
Gumshoe:
Those cramped, dark, and uncomfortable cells all seem the same to me, sir.
Edgeworth:
...If you're still having trouble understanding the differences, why don't you step inside one?
Gumshoe:
Uhh... I-I think I'll pass, sir!
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Gumshoe:
Such a tiny object. I'm surprised you don't lose it.
Edgeworth:
It is an identification badge for us prosecutors after all.
Gumshoe:
I see... It must be tough. If it were me, I'd definitely lose it, sir! I'm always losing my police badge.
Edgeworth:
...Having such a talent for losing things must be tough.
Crime Scene Notes
Gumshoe:
It's a terrible way to go, sir. Being stabbed in the throat... He won't be able to eat instant noodles anymore!
Edgeworth:
That's true. Detective, you should also be more careful. At this rate, you won't be eating anymore instant noodles either.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean, sir?
Edgeworth:
I mean you better start pulling your weight around here with the investigation.
Gumshoe:
Ughh... I'm dreading this month's salary assessment.
Chessboard
Gumshoe:
AAAAHH! EUREKA, SIR! I figure out why they say "Checkmate"!
Edgeworth:
...Alright. let's hear it.
Gumshoe:
The patterns on a chessboard look like check marks, sir!
Edgeworth:
(...I thought he would say something like that...) Detective. Checkmate is derived from the phrase, "The king has been cornered". It has nothing to do with the patterns on a chessboard.
Gumshoe:
I-Is that right, sir...? And I just thought I had made the discovery of the century...
Edgeworth:
Maybe it's about time that you discovered you're the one who has been cornered. Know when to give up, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
*gulp* U-Understood, sir...
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha! Mr. Edgeworth, you're such a joker! Even if you show that to me, I still have no idea what it is, sir!
Edgeworth:
(He proclaimed that quite proudly...)
Pulley (top side)
Kay:
We won't rest until we've stolen every suspicious-looking nook and cranny!
Edgeworth:
Indeed... (This is quite a large area to investigate... Press the Y Button to switch screens.)
Before examining sheets
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining sheets
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Pulley
Edgeworth:
Hm... It's a pulley.
Kay:
Is that used for prison labor too?
Edgeworth:
It looks like it.
Kay:
There's something I want to ask you...
Edgeworth:
Don't even think about dangling on the hook.
Kay:
Eh? How did you know that's what I wanted to do?
Edgeworth:
...Somehow, I had a feeling.
Cage
Kay:
It's a cage inside the cage that is the prison. It's like cage-ception!
Edgeworth:
I believe the correct term is "prison cell".
Kay:
They're the same thing! You need to look more at the essence of things.
Edgeworth:
...Actually, it's more important to get the correct information.
Pulley (bottom side)
Rope
Edgeworth:
There was a rope near the body as well.
Kay:
By the way, my special talent...
Edgeworth:
If it's about rope escapes, there's no need for that now.
Kay:
Awww.
Edgeworth:
(Does she want to show it off that badly?)
Sheets
Edgeworth:
Those are some colorful sheets (Stacked sheets - Very colorful and stands out in the room. What are they used for?).
Kay:
They're the most eye-catching thing in this room.
Edgeworth:
(They don't fit in with the prison...)
Kay:
There's a whip placed on top of the sheets! It reminds me of the Whip Lady! Maybe she left her whip here?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I doubt she'd ever leave her whipe behind...
Body
Edgeworth:
(Horace Knightley... Murdered right before his trial. Let me take a closer look.)
Before examining rubber glove, body, chessboard, and hand
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining rubber glove, body, chessboard, and hand
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Rubber glove
Edgeworth:
This is... a rubber glove.
Kay:
Yes. There's no mistake, it's a rubber glove. How come there's only one?
Edgeworth:
(Let me take a closer look...)
Examine mud
Edgeworth:
It's covered in mud, up to the wrist.
Kay:
Maybe someone was playing with mud in the prison...? I want to get in on the action too!
Edgeworth:
Do it on your own time, when we're not investigating a case!
Examine text on the wrist
Edgeworth:
It says "FOR INMATE USE". That must mean...
Kay:
A prisoner used this glove?
Edgeworth:
Yes. That's what I was thinking.
Examine bloodstain on the behind
Leads to:
"(The fingers of the glove are covered in blood...)"
Edgeworth:
(The fingers of the glove are covered in blood...) This glove was dropped after the pool of blood formed.
Kay:
Eh! Why is that?
Edgeworth:
If it was on the floor before the pool of blood had formed... ...the blood would have formed an outside around the glove.
Kay:
Ah! I see. The blood would have only gotten on the edges of the glove!
Edgeworth:
This glove was discarded after it was covered in blood...
Kay:
That must mean the killer left it behind!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It's highly probable. At the very least, the person who dropped this saw the body. You there!
Guard:
Wh-What is it, sir?
Edgeworth:
Do you recognize this glove?
Guard:
Yes, sir! The inmates use these for prison labor. That's odd... Rubber gloves are usually kept in the inmate's rooms... They are strictly regulated, so you can't just take them out!
Edgeworth:
(Indeed, there are no signs of any other rubber gloves in the room.)
Rubber Glove data jotted down in my Organizer.
Rubber glove (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
This is... a rubber glove.
Kay:
Yes. There's no mistake, it's a rubber glove. How come there's only one? There are some mud stains on it. And bloodstains too!
Edgeworth:
(There's a possibility that the killer left this behind...) You there!
Guard:
Wh-What is it, sir?
Edgeworth:
Do you recognize this glove?
Guard:
Yes, sir! The inmates use these for prison labor. That's odd... Rubber gloves are usually kept in the inmate's rooms... They are strictly regulated, so you can't just take them out!
Edgeworth:
(Indeed, there are no signs of any other rubber gloves in the room.)
Body
Kay:
Ugh... The blood from his neck has stained his brace bright red.
Edgeworth:
The cause of death was most likely from his neck wound. He probably died instantly. He couldn't even cry out in pain. ...Hm? There are small bumps on his head. Are these bruises?
Gumshoe:
Maybe after he was stabbed in the neck, he fell back and hit his head?
Edgeworth:
I wonder... At this point in time, there are too many unknowns. Kay. Do you have your digital camera with you? I'd like the detective to take a photo of the body. Would you let him borrow it?
Kay:
Sure thing! Here, Gummy!
Gumshoe:
Thanks, pal! Alright, I'm taking the picture, sir! Still... He's wearing some awfully dirty clothes.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... There appears to be dirt stains in several places.
Crime Scene Notes jotted down in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
He's wearing those clothes even though they're dirty... He's just like me, sir!
Edgeworth:
Detective... I hope you realize that not everyone shares your lack of hygiene.
Body (subsequent times)
Kay:
Ugh... The blood from his neck has stained his brace bright red.
Edgeworth:
The cause of death was most likely from his neck wound. He probably died instantly. He couldn't even cry out in pain. ...Hm? There are small bumps on his head. Are these bruises?
Gumshoe:
Maybe after he was stabbed in the neck, he fell back and hit his head?
Edgeworth:
I wonder... At this point in time, there are too many unknowns.
Gumshoe:
Still... He's wearing some awfully dirty clothes.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... There appears to be dirt stains in several places.
Gumshoe:
He's wearing those clothes even though they're dirty... He's just like me, sir!
Edgeworth:
Detective... I hope you realize that not everyone shares your lack of hygiene.
Chessboard
Kay:
Huh? What's this?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth has something similar in his office.
Edgeworth:
It's a portable chessboard. It was probably the victim's.
Kay:
Ah! Mr. Knightley enjoyed chess, right?
Gumshoe:
He was probably using it to pass time in the detention center...
Chessboard data jotted down in my Organizer.
Sheet
Leads to:
"He's covered with a dirty sheet."
Edgeworth:
He's covered with a dirty sheet.
Kay:
There's a rope on top of the sheet.
Edgeworth:
(Was Knightley tied up with this rope?)
Rope data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Let's take a look under the sheet. We might be able to find something.
Kay:
Yikes! This sheet is bright red!
Edgeworth:
...These appear to be bloodstains (Bloody sheet - The bloodstains appear to belong to the victim. It has a colorful pattern.).
Kay:
We still might be able to find something. Let's search this area a little more closely!
Hand
Edgeworth:
Hm? There's something on his finger.
Kay:
Let's have a closer look! Oh! It looks like an expensive ring!
Edgeworth:
Don't steal it.
Kay:
Wha...! I didn't do anything yet!
Sheet (subsequent times)
Kay:
Yikes! This sheet is bright red!
Gumshoe:
It really is bright red, sir!
Edgeworth:
...These appear to be bloodstains.
Kay:
A rope and a bloody sheet... There might be something else!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Let me check this area again in case I overlooked something.
Wash basin
Kay:
There's a wash basin over here.
Edgeworth:
Are there any clues that could be useful to this case?
Kay:
I don't smell any signs of treasure!
Edgeworth:
I'm searching for clues here, not treasure!
Stands
Kay:
There are a bunch of strange tools here.
Edgeworth:
I don't see anything out of place.
Kay:
I'm kind of picking up the scent of animals.
Edgeworth:
Do you have special smelling abilities or something?
Kay:
No, it's just a feeling. But I can smell the scent of treasure!
Edgeworth:
Remind me to lock up all of my valuables in a safe.
Kay:
Come on, Mr. Edgeworth. I wouldn't steal your valuables!
Edgeworth:
(...So you would steal someone else's valuables?)
Examine evidence
Bloodstain on the behind of Rubber Glove
Edgeworth:
This glove must've been dropped after the pool of blood formed. Otherwise, the blood would have only stained the edges of the glove.
Lock on Chessboard
Kay:
You can open it from there! Hurry up and open it!
Edgeworth:
Why are you getting so excited?
Kay:
What are you saying! Doesn't everyone get excited when they're opening a box?
Edgeworth:
I think that probably applies to you only...
Chess pieces on Chessboard
Kay:
These are chess pieces, right? I saw something similar in your office, Mr. Edgeworth. Huh? But the pieces here are black and white?
Edgeworth:
Those are the correct colors. My pieces were custom made.
Kay:
"Custom made"... That sounds like treasure to me!
Edgeworth:
(Her eyes are sparkling... Does she intend to steal it?)
(Connecting all possible Logic and examining body, rubber glove, chessboard, and hand leads to:)
Edgeworth:
Well. We've collected quite a bit of evidence.
Kay:
He he! With the three of us here, it's a piece of cake! Right, Gummy?
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal! We're the Invincible Trio!
Edgeworth:
It's too early to start celebrating. There is still something we haven't found yet.
Gumshoe:
Eh? What haven't we found yet, sir?
Edgeworth:
(What is missing from this crime scene?)
Bloodstains
Edgeworth:
This crime scene is missing bloodstains.
Gumshoe:
Have you been overworking yourself lately, sir...? I can clearly see bloodstains over there!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I can see them as well. (I was too careless...)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! What's missing from the crime scene, sir?
Leads back to:
"(What is missing from this crime scene?)"
Footprints
Edgeworth:
This crime scene is missing footprints.
Kay:
Footprints? It's true, I don't see any. But are footprints really that important to this case?
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. (They're not particularly important...) Kay, this crime scene is missing one more thing.
Kay:
Eh! What is it?
Leads back to:
"(What is missing from this crime scene?)"
The murder weapon
Leads to:
"The murder weapon that took the victim's life has not been found yet."
Edgeworth:
The murder weapon that took the victim's life has not been found yet.
Gumshoe:
Ah! Now that you mention it, you're absolutely right, sir!
Edgeworth:
Detective. Get your act together. Isn't that the most basic of the basics?
Gumshoe:
Ugh. I'm sorry, sir.
Kay:
Don't worry about it, Gummy! I didn't notice it either!
Edgeworth:
(That's not much of a consolation.) In this prison, dangerous objects that could be used as weapons are strictly regulated. It'd be quite dangerous if the inmates got their hands on them... Obtaining a murder weapon and carrying it around is not an easy task.
Kay:
I see! You have a point!
Edgeworth:
(What was the murder weapon? And where did it go? That could be the key to solving this case.)
???:
Huh? There are visitors here already? Sorry to barge in like this. Is this the crime scene?
Edgeworth:
You're...!
???:
Huh? You... Aren't you... That piercing gaze... That furrowed brow...
Edgeworth:
...It has been a long time. Mr. Shields.
Ray:
Yes, yes. That frilly thing around your neck and that stiff greeting. There's no doubt about it! Prosecutor Manfred von Karma. Fancy meeting you here.
Edgeworth:
!
Hold it!
Gumshoe:
What are you saying, pal! Mr. Edgeworth's not that old man!
Edgeworth:
Detective... It's fine.
Ray:
Oh it's you, Prosecutor Edgeworth. I thought you looked a bit young. He he he. You two are so similar. Looks like your Uncle Ray got you two mixed up again.
Edgeworth:
...You never change. How many years has it been since we last saw each other...
Ray:
Hmm. I've already forgotten. Your Uncle Ray has been overseas these past few years. But you know... There's something I still haven't forgotten. About you... and your betrayal.
Edgeworth:
......
Kay:
I-I'm getting some bad vibes over here. Do you know this guy, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Allow me to introduce him to you. Raymond Shields, attorney at law.
Ray:
Ace Attorney Ray Shields at your service. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.
Gumshoe:
I'm Detective Dick Gumshoe, sir.
Kay:
Kay Faraday. Nice to meet ya! I'm a Great Thief! Ah, but I'm currently on hiatus.
Ray:
Great Thief? Well, well. That sounds romantic, how wonderful!
Kay:
Oh! Mr. Shields, you get it, right? I'm currently recruiting new members! The registration forms are easy to fill out!
Ray:
That's splendid. Uncle Ray would love to join your little gang!
Kay:
I'm sorry, but we're only accepting bright, cheerful, and energetic girls.
Ray:
I see. That's too bad. Well, how about a hug then? As a sign of affection.
Kay:
...No.
Ray:
I guess not. He he he. This isn't Europe after all.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields. What are you doing here?
Ray:
Oops. That's right! Sorry, sorry. Preventing the attorney from investigating the crime scene is the Von Karma way, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
........
Hold it!
Gumshoe:
Hey! You've been going on about Von Karma this and Von Karma that. What's your problem, pal!?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Detective! Restrain yourself. This... can't be helped.
Gumshoe:
Eh...?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields. Are you the defense attorney for Horace Knightley?
Ray:
That's right. Or should I say... I was his defense attorney.
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Shields is the defense attorney. If Knightley had not been murdered... ...I would have been going up against him in court... I should listen to what he has to say.)
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
The prison security (after talking about About this room)
Kay:
Just as I thought, the security in the prison is very tight. Looks like... It won't be easy to break out of here.
Edgeworth:
Instead of breaking out of here, perhaps you should consider not entering in the first place.
Kay:
It's all because those sensors that detect the bracelets... Hmmm.
Edgeworth:
(She seems to be agonizing over it.)
Kay:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! Don't just space out like that! Help me think of a way out, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What. (Why must I do such a thing...!)
Body
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Rubber gloves (after clearing "About this room")
Edgeworth:
The rubber gloves used by the inmates... It's unnatural for one to the end up in this place. This is in direct contradiction with the evidence.
Kay:
Eh? Why is that?
Edgeworth:
From what we just heard about the inner workings of the prison... The rubber gloves used by the inmates should not be present in this room. (Let me present some evidence to support my reasonings...)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce rubber glove and present Door Sensor
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"The inmates cannot freely enter this room."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence shows the contradiction with the crime scene!
Kay:
Could you be more precise about where the contradiction is?
Edgeworth:
Umm... Around here somewhere...
Gumshoe:
Please be more specific, sir!
Edgeworth:
Mm... Mmph! (There is something in this room that should not exist. Do I have the evidence to support this claim?)
Raymond Shields
Defense attorney
Edgeworth:
Since you received the request to represent the victim, that must mean...
Ray:
Yes. Your Uncle Ray was supposed to meet with Knightley-boy.
Edgeworth:
As was I. I had planned to meet with him, but then we heard the report of the dead body...
Ray:
I even brought him a California roll.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields... You can't bring food into the detention center.
Ray:
Ah. Is that right? Well then, would you like it?
Edgeworth:
No thanks.
Ray:
Hmm... Still, to think that Prosecutor Edgeworth actually meets with the defendants. All defendants are guilty, wasn't that the Von Karma way?
Edgeworth:
...That is a thing of the past.
Ray:
Heh. Is that right? So... You sure you don't want it?
Edgeworth:
I-I told you, I don't want it.
The victim (appears after Defense attorney)
Edgeworth:
Did you meet with Knightley?
Ray:
He he. We met yesterday. They called me over as soon as Knightley-boy was arrested. He was being quite hostile. Oh yeah... He mentioned you. He talked about how you interfered with his plans.
Edgeworth:
(He probably said some nasty things about me. Even if he hates me, I'm fine with it...)
Ray:
Man, the two of us had a great time talking about you!
Edgeworth:
M-Mr. Shields, you also talked about me...?
Ray:
I frequent the visitor's room here quite often... It's been a while since I had such a good time!
Kay:
Heh, so you're a regular at this prison!
Ray:
Hey, now. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not here as an inmate. I'm here to visit an old acquaintance of mine. We usually meet in the visitor's room, but I've also been in here before.
Edgeworth:
(Then... I should ask him about this room.)
About this room (appears after The victim)
Edgeworth:
This room... was where the body was found. Do you know anything about it?
Ray:
Ah, this room, eh? Here's a pop quiz for our prodigy prosecutor. Which one of these three is the name of this room?
The Lecture Room
Edgeworth:
...The Lecture Room?
Ray:
So they tied up Knightley-boy and lectured him to death? As expected of Prosecutor Edgeworth! You sure have an eye for the details!
Leads to:
"Well, let's reveal the correct answer! Prosecutor Edgeworth's answer is..."
The Morgue
Edgeworth:
...The Morgue?
Ray:
Hmmm... Well, there is a dead body in here! Anyone who saw the dead body would naturally think of the same thing!
Leads to:
"Well, let's reveal the correct answer! Prosecutor Edgeworth's answer is..."
The Entertainment Room
Edgeworth:
...The Entertainment Room?
Ray:
Wow! Prosecutor Edgeworth sees this place as an Entertainment Room! And why not! There are plenty of toys here!
Leads to:
"Well, let's reveal the correct answer! Prosecutor Edgeworth's answer is..."
Ray:
Well, let's reveal the correct answer! Prosecutor Edgeworth's answer is... Wrong! The correct answer is the Workroom.
Edgeworth:
... (All three choices were wrong. I hate it when he does that.)
Ray:
The inmates carry out various kinds of prison labor in here. It also serves as a rehab program, allowing them to receive job training in prison.
Edgeworth:
So... How do they monitor this room? Who is in charge of the keys to the entrance?
Ray:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Even your Uncle Ray doesn't have all the answers. Hey. You there, could you tell us?
Guard:
Yes, sir! This room doesn't use any locks and keys! Instead of locks, the doors are equipped with sensors.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by that?
Guard:
All of the prison inmates are wearing electronic bracelets! When a bracelet passes through the door, it activates the sensor and... *wiii-uuu, wiii-uu, wiii-uu* ...An alarm will sound. After a certain amount of time has passed, the bracelet will emit a painful shock! If the bracelets are tampered with... it will emit an electric shock three times more powerful.
Kay:
Eeehh! Th-That's terrifying!
Edgeworth:
(It's to ensure that the inmates follow the rules. Although it seems a bit harsh.)
Guard:
That's why whenever an inmate goes through a door, a guard has to accompany them... ...to deactivate the sensor first.
Ray:
...And that's that.
Edgeworth:
Did any of the inmates use this workroom today?
Guard:
In the past few days no one has used this room. I'm sure of it.
Edgeworth:
(So not one inmate has entered this room today...)
Door Sensor data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(If that's the case... ...it raises a contradiction with the crime scene. There is something in this crime scene that should not exist... I will use my powers of deduction and inspect the crime scene again...)
About this room (subsequent times)
Ray:
This room is the inmate's workroom.
Edgeworth:
The doors are equipped with sensors, in order to prevent the inmates from escaping.
Ray:
If they try to escape from the room, an alarm will sound. "wiii-uu, wiii-uu, wiii-uu, wiii-uu* The alarm has not gone off once today...
Edgeworth:
(So, not one inmate has entered this room today... This raises a contradiction with the crime scene. There is something in this crime scene that should not exist... I will use my powers of deduction and inspect the crime scene again...)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Ray:
Huh, are you giving this to me? I'm thrilled! A prosecutor's badge might make me more popular than my attorney's badge. Thanks for the present!
Edgeworth:
No, I never said a word about giving it to you.
Ray:
He he he. That was just a joke. Uncle Ray has his own badge.
Edgeworth:
Your attorney's badge... You don't wear it on your clothes?
Ray:
Hmm... In the winter, I wear it on my favorite coat. Your Uncle Ray only wears it on his "Victory clothes".
Edgeworth:
(What kind of "Victory" is he talking about...)
Crime Scene Notes or Chessboard
Ray:
Knightley-boy seemed to enjoy playing chess.
Edgeworth:
Yes. Had we met under different circumstances, I would've liked a chance to play against him...
Ray:
I see. Your Uncle Ray's not so great with these mental games.
Edgeworth:
Hmph, you must be joking. I've never been able to beat you once in a chess game.
Ray:
Well, that... was in the past. Against the famous prodigy Prosecutor that you are now, I wouldn't stand a chance.
Edgeworth:
...Let's just leave it at that. (He's never been one to easily show his hand...)
Anything else
Ray:
Ah, Ah-hah, this, eh. This evidence holds the so-called key to the case, right?
Edgeworth:
Err... It's possible.
Ray:
Yup. Then, hold on to it closely. Hurry, hurry, put it away!
Edgeworth:
(...He doesn't think much about this.)
Edgeworth:
The inmates cannot freely enter this room. As they're wearing bracelets that set off the sensors. According to the guard, it seems that no inmates were scheduled to enter this room today. However, a rubber glove used by the inmates was left in here. That is a direct contradiction!
Gumshoe:
Then, who left this rubber glove in here, sir?
Edgeworth:
I don't know... yet. However, it seems that this rubber glove is connected to our case.
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
Guard! Aside from the inmates and prison guards, does anyone else have access to the room?
Guard:
Umm. Well, this is a prison facility after all. Only inmates and prison guards come here...
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields...?
Ray:
He he he. What are you saying? There are others that come in here. Aside from inmates and prison guards, there are certain things that can enter this room.
Guard:
! Are you talking about them? But. They're...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields! What are these "things" that you speak of?
Ray:
It should be obvious. You came all the way here without seeing one, Prosecutor Edgeworth? Usually you can find them walking around the prison facility... Well, you'll see once you leave this room, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
Hey! You're just saying that to get Mr. Edgeworth to leave, pal!
Ray:
What now? Don't you trust me? Mr. Detective. You have a big body, but a small mind.
Gumshoe:
What did you say, pal!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Ugh... S-Sorry, sir.
Ray:
Come on. Follow me. I'll show you what Uncle Ray has been talking about.
March 27, 11:06 AMPrisonHallway
Ray:
This place is a little different from your normal prison. There are more than just the prisoners and guards living here.
Edgeworth:
Animals...!
Ray:
Yep, animals. According to the guard... ...they introduced animal therapy here several years ago. Each prisoner is assigned one animal. In other words, they receive a pet partner.
Kay:
Huh! That... seems kinda fun!
Ray:
Plus, learning to take care of their pet is a great qualification to have.
Kay:
Ah! So you mean that workroom!
Ray:
Yep. That's where the prisoners practice taking care of their pets.
Gumshoe:
S-So then, the "thing" you mentioned, that could enter the crime scene is...
Ray:
Right. These animals.
Hold it!
Gumshoe:
But that doesn't make any sense, pal! Why would an animal leave behind a rubber glove!?
Ray:
He he he. Quite right. But the fact remains that they could have entered the crime scene.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Can you please talk some sense into this man!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields, are the animals allowed to go wherever they please?
Ray:
Most of the doors in this prison are fitted with sensors. The sensors not only sound an alarm in response to the prisoners' bracelets. They also respond to the animal's "microchip" and open the doors for them.
Kay:
Microchip?
Ray:
It's like a tiny machine embedded under the animal's skin. All it takes is a simple injection, "psh!", and the microchip is inserted.
Kay:
Whaaaa! Th-That sounds painful...
Ray:
I've heard it's not that painful... But, anyway. Since the animals aren't criminals, they are allowed to move around freely.
Edgeworth:
(How ironic... The ones with the most freedom in this prison are the animals...)
Door Sensor data updated in my Organizer.
Ray:
But still, they can't go out of the prison. The prison's entrance does not have a sensor. .....Oh?
Edgeworth:
Hm? (What's that? Is that a bell...?)
Gumshoe:
Wh-What's that?
........
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What's this... This dog? It has a bell on its collar... Was this the sound that we heard earlier?) ........
........ Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Why are you glaring at each other?
Edgeworth:
(...I mustn't lose!)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, you're not good with dogs, are you, sir? I'll tame that dog myself! Here boy, here boy! It completely ignored me, sir...
Edgeworth:
(Compared to the other animals, there's something different about this one. I'm sensing a great hostility towards me only...)
Ray:
Well, now that I've introduced you to the animals... What's next on the agenda?
Gumshoe:
Of course, we question those related to the case, pal!
Edgeworth:
Yes. We should gather information about the state of things when the body was discovered.
Gumshoe:
We'll start with... you in that cell! Tell us what you know!
Prisoner:
........
Gumshoe:
H-He's completely ignoring me, sir...
Edgeworth:
Y-You there. Do you know anything about the incident?
Prisoner:
........
Kay:
Uuugh... H-He's scary!
Ray:
He he he. Don't be so cold. Come on, you can talk to us. Or, how about an introductory hug?
Prisoner:
.....It's... time.
Edgeworth:
! (Wh-What was that?)
Ray:
S-Sorry. Was Uncle Ray's joke a little too much?
Prisoner:
........ ......Exercise time.
Edgeworth:
(This man... is clearly odd! I need to get some answers from him.) Your... name is?
Elbird:
Me... I'm prisoner number D-259. Jay Elbird. ...Gotta raise my metabolism. I can't let my muscles rest.
Edgeworth:
Muscles aside, it looks like you've lost a lot of weight.
Elbird:
Half of the match is won even before it has begun. Yeah... Gotta make the weight limit.
Gumshoe:
Err... Are you entering some kind of tournament? Ah! Perhaps as a boxer!
Elbird:
Yeah, I'm a former boxer, but exercise is just... a hobby of mine.
Kay:
Well then, it sure looks like it's the bear's hobby too! Hee hee... He's hanging on like an apron. So cute!
Elbird:
This is Rocky the polar bear. He's my partner.
Edgeworth:
(He's loosened his tongue. Maybe we can try asking him now...) Where were you and Rocky at the time of the incident.
Elbird:
......I don't know anything. I got nothing to say to you.
Edgeworth:
That's for me to decide. Now, answer the question.
Elbird:
D-Didn't I just tell you? I know nothing!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... He has no intention of talking.)
Kay:
In that case, you've got no choice but to use "that"!
Edgeworth:
Yes. If he insists he has nothing to do with this, we'll just have to prove there's a connection. Mr. Elbird, by all means, you WILL tell us what you know.
Elbird:
...........
Edgeworth:
Now... Let's analyze the situation.
2 CHESS PIECES
Edgeworth:
(A fighting stance... It seems that he has become agitated. In these circumstances, a direct confrontation would be pointless.) When my opponent becomes agitated, I should calmly wait and see... When I see an opening, I will not hold back! Now, let's question him about his knowledge of the incident. To start with, I'll ask about his movements today. I'll have to tire him out before the sound of the bell!
Begin Logic Chess
What did you do today?
Leads to:
"Can you tell me what you have done today?"
Edgeworth:
Can you tell me what you have done today?
Elbird:
......
Edgeworth:
A-Answer me!
Elbird:
Huh? If you wanna fight with me... Get into your fighting stance!
I'll show you my straight right!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Elbird:
Rocky, you hearing this? I got no time for jibber-jabber. Wanna eat a knuckle sandwich?
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........."
Edgeworth:
.........
Elbird:
What, are you throwing in the towel already?
Edgeworth:
This is not a fist fight. Welcome to the war that is chess. By the way... Hasn't all that moving around tired you out?
Elbird:
Don't underestimate my stamina! You wanna test me? With that body of yours!
Fine, I'll be your opponent!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Elbird:
Rocky, you hearing this? I got no time for jibber-jabber. Wanna eat a knuckle sandwich?
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"....."
Edgeworth:
.....
Elbird:
I ain't tired at all. Well, first off... I held back in my training today. I just stayed quietly in my cell.
Edgeworth:
Quietly? Then what's with all that sweat?
Elbird:
...B-Buzz off! That's all I've got to say. I'm getting a little tired...
Didn't you stay quietly in your cell?
Leads to:
"You're a well-trained boxer..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Elbird:
If you don't wanna fight, get outta the ring!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You're a well-trained boxer... However, you need more practice in the art of lying. Getting a little tired? That's not possible! You said that you stayed quietly in your cell just a moment ago!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Elbird:
...! Rocky. It looks like this is gonna be a tough opponent.
Edgeworth:
This man... It looks like he's still hiding something. Next, I'll ask him about the time of the incident. I do not need to use fists. My words alone are enough for a K.O.!
What were you doing at the time of the incident?
Edgeworth:
Do you recall what you were doing at the time of the incident?
Elbird:
...Sleeping. Rocky was too.
Edgeworth:
The incident happened just a few moments ago. You look wide awake to me.
Elbird:
......
Answer me!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Elbird:
Rocky, you hearing this? I got no time for jibber-jabber. Wanna eat a knuckle sandwich?
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........"
Edgeworth:
........
Elbird:
Muscles strengthen while they're resting. Sleep is important.
Edgeworth:
Well then, I'm sorry to have woken you. Rest is a part of training... Right?
Elbird:
...O-Oh? ...S-So you get it after all. Not bad, Mr. Prosecutor.
How did you know I'm a prosecutor?
Leads to:
"...Oh?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Elbird:
If you don't wanna fight, get outta the ring!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
...Oh? I don't recall ever introducing myself as a prosecutor. How did you know?
Elbird:
Th-That's...!
Edgeworth:
The conversation we had when we first entered this room... Were you, by any chance, eavesdropping on us? In that case, there's no way you could have been asleep! You lied to us!
Elbird:
...! You got me there. You pack a nice punch. Yeah, I lied about sleeping. So what? I was just exercising in this room. You got a problem with that?
Edgeworth:
(Well, I now know he was awake. I should remember this clue.)
Leads back to first
What were you doing at the time of the incident? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Did you notice anything during the incident?
Edgeworth:
When the incident occurred, did you notice anything unusual about the prison?
Elbird:
.....Huh?
Are you tired already?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Elbird:
Rocky, you hearing this? I got no time for jibber-jabber. Wanna eat a knuckle sandwich?
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Answer the question!
Leads to:
"Answer the question! What was the situation like at the time of the incident!"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Elbird:
If you don't wanna fight, get outta the ring!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Answer the question! What was the situation like at the time of the incident!
Elbird:
Sorry, but I got no answers for you. I was asleep then. Rocky was too.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. Maybe I should try another line of attack...
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Let's try using that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Let's try using that clue...
Weren't you exercising?
Leads to:
"Stop telling such an obvious lie!"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Elbird:
If you don't wanna fight, get outta the ring!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Stop telling such an obvious lie! Didn't you admit it earlier? You were exercising...!
Elbird:
Tsk... Looks like I just ate a counter.
Edgeworth:
Your back's against the ropes and there's no way out. Just confess already!
Elbird:
...! H-Hey, quiet down a bit. If outsiders like you make a racket, you'll frighten the animals again.
What do you mean by "outsiders"?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Elbird:
Rocky, you hearing this? I got no time for jibber-jabber. Wanna eat a knuckle sandwich?
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
What do you mean by "again"?
Leads to:
"You've been persistent. However, I'm afraid you're about to hit the mat."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Elbird:
If you don't wanna fight, get outta the ring!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... When he gets worked up, he enters his fighting stance. During those times, I should calmly "wait and see"... And strike when he drops his guard.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You've been persistent. However, I'm afraid you're about to hit the mat. You said "again" just now. Did something happen earlier? To frighten the animals!?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Elbird:
Gyaaaaaaaaaaaah! D-Dammit...! How could I have gotten sucker punched like that! Y-Yeah... There was this great scream back then. It startled the animals. Dang! I would never have lost in a real ring!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Checkmate.
Logic Chess Complete
Edgeworth:
I believe this proves that you do know something about the case.
Elbird:
.......Damn. OK, I'll talk, I'll talk!
Kay:
You did it, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Don't lose focus, Kay. The real game has just begun.
Hold it!
Ray:
Let's just stop for a moment. Uncle Ray's got one important thing to say. It must be fate that has brought us together after all these years. I have received the opportunity to observe your skills carefully. And... ...I'll be giving a detailed report to "that person" about how much you've grown.
Edgeworth:
........
Kay:
Err... Who is "that person"?
Ray:
You didn't know? The truth is...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
This doesn't concern Kay. She doesn't need to know!
Ray:
Whoa there. You scared me. Don't get so worked up.
Edgeworth:
You can do what you like. It doesn't matter to me.
Ray:
...How you have been leading your life ever since you were tainted by the Von Karma way... I'm sure "that person" would be interested. I feel that it's my duty to report it to him. I'll expose your mistakes here, I won't let you disappoint him any further.
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth... Just what are you guys talking about?
Edgeworth:
Don't concern yourself with it. Our only opponent now is Elbird. Well then, let's hear it. What do you know about the case?
Elbird:
...You're gonna be sorry.
-- About the Incident --
Elbird:
Recreation time ended around 10 AM.
I returned to this room and went straight to my training.
Just as I'd counted to two, I heard a voice shout out, "AAARGH! I've been stabbed!"
It sounded like someone in pain, calling out for help. But...
I couldn't do anything since I was locked up in my cell. So, I went back to my training.
Edgeworth:
...That's odd. You really weren't bothered by that shout?
Elbird:
Even if I was, there was nothing I could do. Look out for number one before you look out for others. That's the basic rule in prison.
Ray:
Indeed. Even if he wanted to take a look he'd still be locked in his cell.
Edgeworth:
Is all that training equipment yours? You seem to have quite a collection.
Elbird:
I get them from the Supplier.
Kay:
Supplier...?
Elbird:
You can get just about anything if you put in an order. It's our secret shop.
Ray:
That's quite convenient. So, if Uncle Ray wanted a cute girl...
Edgeworth:
In that case, you should order a book on how to give testimony. Hmph... Because I'm going to knock you down for the count in one hit.
Elbird:
You're gonna K.O. me? Stop kidding around...!
Ray:
Heeey... Don't ignore your Uncle Ray!
Rebuttal
-- About the Incident --
Elbird:
Recreation time ended around 10 AM.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Recreation time?
Elbird:
There are "people from the outside" who come here... And sing and dance, to entertain the "people on the inside".
Kay:
That's great! That does sound like fun!
Edgeworth:
And you participated in this event?
Elbird:
There are few opportunities to mingle with the outsiders. After recreation time ended, I...
Elbird:
I returned to this room and went straight to my training.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, what exactly does your training entail?
Elbird:
To build up stamina and rhythm... I jump rope.
Kay:
Whaaaaa! In such a small room!? Isn't that dangerous for Mr. Bear... I mean, Rocky?
Elbird:
Rocky's a smart one. When he sees me grab my rope, he clings to my chest.
Edgeworth:
You're able to jump rope, while holding a bear...?
Elbird:
He's a weight I'll gladly bear. Rocky's... my best partner. So, today I started my jump rope routine as usual. However...
Elbird:
Just as I'd counted to two, I heard a voice shout out, "AAARGH! I've been stabbed!"
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Could you describe that voice for me?
Elbird:
It was the voice of someone whose life was in peril. ...I could tell.
Ray:
R-Really. That's no laughing matter.
Edgeworth:
And this voice, you heard it quite clearly?
Elbird:
...You've never heard the scream of a cornered man before? I told you. The man was screaming for his life. Of course I heard it clearly.
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Elbird. Can you hear my voice clearly?"
Elbird:
It sounded like someone in pain, calling out for help. But...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was that all? Did he say anything else?
Elbird:
...That was all. He didn't say anything important after that.
Edgeworth:
That's for me to decide. I'd like to hear it, if you please.
Elbird:
...If you really want to know that badly, how about I recreate the scene for you right now?
Ray:
Nonononono! Sorry, that was a stupid thing to ask. Miles, you should apologize too!
Edgeworth:
(This point is vital... I'd like to clarify it if possible.)
Ray:
Come on! Please bear with us, for Uncle Ray's sake! OK!
Elbird:
...Hmph. Anyhow, I heard the voice, but...
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Elbird. Can you hear my voice clearly?"
Elbird:
I couldn't do anything since I was locked up in my cell. So, I went back to my training.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You were able to concentrate on your training after that scream?
Elbird:
If I were on the "outside", I'd probably go over and take a look out of curiosity... However, inside this stupid cell, I'd have to get permission to go anywhere.
Kay:
Have you considered breaking out of prison?
Edgeworth:
That sounds more like something you'd try to do.
Kay:
If this place wasn't a prison, Mr. Knightley might have been able to get help.
Edgeworth:
I don't believe he could have been saved.
Kay:
Eh! But, what if someone had come running to his aid...!
Edgeworth:
(Elbird is clearly lying. But... what possible reason would he have to do this? To find out, I'll have to point out the contradiction.)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Elbird. Can you hear my voice clearly?
Elbird:
Why you... You mocking me?
Edgeworth:
The victim received a fatal blow to the throat. Which means... he couldn't possibly have screamed.
Elbird:
!
Edgeworth:
So, why did you hear a nonexistent scream?
Elbird:
Th-That's...! There should have been a scream...
Edgeworth:
There should have been one?
Elbird:
Dang it! I oughta rip that smug look off your face! Yeah. You're right! I never heard a scream! The one who heard it was the guy in the next cell!
Edgeworth:
(The next cell...?)
Kay:
Uhh, the next cell...
Prisoner:
Ah? What's up? Yeah, I heard the scream. Recreation time had just ended. It happened after we returned to our cells. So then, I tell that guy, "I heard a great scream."
Edgeworth:
Can you describe that scream for me?
Prisoner:
Sure, I never told that guy about the contents of the scream though... "AIEEEEEEEEEE! Someone! Come quickly! A man's been...!" Something like that.
Ray:
Hmm. So, it wasn't the victim...
Edgeworth:
...but rather, it was the first person to discover the body who screamed.
Kay:
I see! That solves that mystery! So, there was nothing wrong with Mr. Elbird's testimony!
Edgeworth:
(Is that really true? Or is there still a problem with Elbird's testimony...)
There is a problem
Leads to:
"No... In this case, a new problem has presented itself."
There is no problem
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There is no problem with Mr. Elbird's testimony.
Ray:
Are you sure?
Edgeworth:
Hmm.
Ray:
Jay Elbird's neighbor heard the scream, right? So then, why didn't Elbird hear it himself?
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (Looks like I need to think this over again.)
Kay:
What's the matter, Mr. Edgeworth? Is there really a problem with Mr. Elbird's testimony?
Leads back to:
"(Is that really true? Or is there still a problem with Elbird's testimony...)"
Edgeworth:
No... In this case, a new problem has presented itself. Mr. Elbird, why did you not hear the scream?
Gumshoe:
It's odd that he didn't hear the scream, sir! Hey you! Why didn't you hear the scream, pal!
Elbird:
.......... Guaaaaaaaaah!
Gumshoe:
Aieeeeeeeee!
Elbird:
...... ...You guys, do you suspect me? I was shut up in this stupid cell the whole time... How could I have killed someone in the workroom?
Gumshoe:
! Th-That... would be impossible, wouldn't it?
Prisoner:
Yeah! None of us could've killed him! If we could've killed him, we would've already killed you guys by now!
Gumshoe:
Aieeeeee!
Elbird:
You guys, don't think you're going to get out of this prison alive...!
Edgeworth:
(I nearly forgot... Despite being locked inside cages, these guys are still dangerous criminals!)
Ray:
He he... Looks like we got ourselves in a pretty bad situation here.
Edgeworth:
(What can I do? I can't talk to them in these circumstances!)
???:
Overruled!
Gumshoe:
Wh-Who was that?
???:
...Please be silent.
Elbird:
What? Who're you? Can't you see we're busy here!
???:
Silence is golden.
Elbird:
Wh-What the...
???:
Now, your hands. You shall remain silent while under the judgment of the law. You should be thankful. You get to live your life without the need of money. You are to receive the blessings of the Goddess of Law. Guard. ...If you would please.
Guard:
Congratulations. You get to spend the night in the disciplinary room.
Elbird:
Eh...! Th-That's! N-No! Not there! Anywhere but there!
???:
Accept this wonderful blessing! Let your heart be reborn! Cast away your sins!
Elbird:
Stop it! Noooooooooo!
???:
Oh, Goddess of Law. Give this man your blessings. ...I thank thee.
Edgeworth:
You are...?
Courtney:
My name is Justine Courtney. I am privileged to be a Judge... An emissary of the strength of the law.
Edgeworth:
A judge, you say? Why are you here?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth... I came to meet with you personally. I convey the will of the Prosecutorial Investigation Committee. That is my appointed task.
Kay:
Prosecutorial Investigation Committee? What's that?
Courtney:
Do not use that name so lightly. Those are the sacred words of the Goddess of Law.
Ray:
Since little Kay doesn't know, Uncle Ray will explain it for her! The P.I.C. is an assembly comprised of 11 members. Their job is to check if prosecutors are doing their jobs properly.
Edgeworth:
If I'm not mistaken, its members are elected from politicians and those of the legal profession. ...So, I take it you are one of those members?
Courtney:
...Indeed. I am thankful they judged me worthy of such a task.
Ray:
I, too, am thankful that I was able to meet you here. Ahem. How about a hug of thankfulness?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
The Prosecutorial Investigation Committee also shares deep ties with the Bar Association.
Ray:
Hey, I was just kidding. No need to make such a scary face.
Kay:
Errr. So your job is to find bad prosecutors and punish them?
Courtney:
Well said! May you be blessed by the Goddess of Law. Our job is to remove problematic prosecutors from their cases. And so, those people not fit to be prosecutors... ...will be stripped of their Prosecutor's Badge.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What business does this Whatchamacallit Committee have with Mr. Edgeworth, pal! We're in the middle of an investigation here...
???:
Objection!
???:
Wow, you're thick. Seriously, how thickheaded can you be?
Gumshoe:
And just who do you think you are, pal!
Debeste:
Me? I'm a prosecutor. Sebastian Debeste is my name. Haven't you heard of me? At the Prosecutor's Office, everyone calls me "The Best". Ah, I'm so beloved there...
Edgeworth:
...........I've never heard of you.
Debeste:
Hey you, Mr. Flatfoot. You've heard of me, right?
Gumshoe:
This is the first time, pal.
Debeste:
...Oh well, It can't be helped. There's no way someone who's so thick on the intake could have good ears.
Edgeworth:
(Don't you mean "slow on the uptake"...?)
Courtney:
I suppose it's only natural as Sebastian only became a prosecutor last month.
Edgeworth:
(He's just a rookie prosecutor!?)
Debeste:
Right. The Best rookie prosecutor in the office...
Courtney:
...Or so he plans to be.
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth. I'm here to clean up the mess you made.
Kay:
What do you mean!?
Edgeworth:
(The P.I.C. intends to have me replaced... That much is clear.) ...Mr. Debeste. I know what you're trying to say. However, I have not been informed of this. Your Honor. I would like an explanation.
Courtney:
Very well. This judgment has been passed under the name of the Goddess of Law. The incident at the president's welcoming event, and the murder of Horace Knightley... The Prosecutorial Investigation Committee has decreed that you will be taken off this case... ...and Sebastian has been appointed to take over the case. ...That's all.
Gumshoe:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat! You can't just take him off the case like that, pal!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... I thought I asked for an explanation?
Courtney:
The judgement is guilty. The Goddess of Law's verdict is absolute.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I have done nothing to warrant being taken off this case!
Courtney:
You don't remember? Very well, in that case I shall remind you of your past crimes. You boarded the president's plane, which was protected by extraterritorial rights... ...and then, of all things, you ordered a search of the president's personnel.
Edgeworth:
......
Courtney:
A single mistake could have sparked an international incident. You crossed the line as a prosecutor... You've gravely overstepped your authority.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'll admit, my actions may have gone against the rules. However, if I had not taken that risk, I'm certain that the truth would never have been found. I have never considered my actions as a mistake!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
So, you're saying that as long as the ends justify the means... ...it's alright to ignore the rules. That is an extremely dangerous way of thinking. No one is above the rules. That is the spirit of the law.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but... I cannot accept your way of thinking.
Courtney:
I see. That's a shame. Even so... ...the gavel must slam down at the conclusion of a trial. Even if you, or the defense attorney, or the suspect, do not consent to the verdict. All you can do is accept the blessings of the Goddess of Law. Or... will you fight it? And risk losing your badge?
Edgeworth:
(She means to take my badge if I don't obey.)
Ray:
Awwwww. That's too bad.
Courtney:
It seems you understand. Now then, guards. Please proceed.
Gumshoe:
Hold it right theeeere!
Debeste:
Hey, what are you doing! Aren't you supposed to be on our side? You should listen to the new prosecutor in charge.
Gumshoe:
Ehh! I don't wanna work for you, pal!
Debeste:
But, isn't that the job of a flatfoot?
Edgeworth:
(We're at an overwhelming disadvantage here... It's useless to resist any longer.) Detective Gumshoe! You are now under Mr. Debeste's authority.
Gumshoe:
B-But that's...!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor.
Courtney:
Yes? What is it?
Edgeworth:
This does not mean I have accepted your decision. We will meet again.
Courtney:
Certainly... I look forward to that day.
Edgeworth:
Let's go, Kay!
Kay:
Yeah...!
Ray:
Wait. Don't forget. I'll be reporting today's events to "that person."
Edgeworth:
......
To be continued.
March 28, 9:45 AMHigh Prosecutors' OfficesRoom 1202
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Just what happened yesterday!? Those two people! Their attitude was just unforgivable!
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth. I'm here to clean up the mess you made.
Courtney:
The Prosecutorial Investigation Committee has decreed that you will be taken off this case... ...and Sebastian has been appointed to take over the case. ...That's all.
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney and Mr. Debeste... They were certainly ruthless. But what I'm more concerned about is... ...just what is the P.I.C. thinking? ...I'm worried about what they will do from here on. I have a bad feeling about this...)
Kay:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! Are you listening to me?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'm listening.
Kay:
You're not going to give up on this case, are you?
Edgeworth:
No. I don't plan on backing down, not with the current situation as it is. If I were to silently stand by, that would only validate their claims. (But I no longer have investigation rights. What should I do now?) What is it, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
B-Bad news, sir! I heard something down at the precinct... It sounds like they've already arrested a suspect in yesterday's case!
Edgeworth:
What! Who is it?
Gumshoe:
I don't know yet, sir... But if we go down to the detention center, we can talk!
Kay:
Let's get going! Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Even if I can't investigate, meeting with the suspect should not be an issue.) Alright, we're heading over to the detention center now.
Gumshoe:
I'll also head over on the double, sir!
Edgeworth:
Detective. Won't that interfere with your job?
Gumshoe:
I gotta investigate the scene of the crime anyway, so it should be OK, sir!
Edgeworth:
Alright. We'll meet up with you there.
Gumshoe:
Roger, sir!
Edgeworth:
Let's go, Kay!
Kay:
OK!
March 28, 10:23 AMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Edgeworth:
..........
Kay:
.......... ...He's not coming, is he?
Edgeworth:
He's not.
Kay:
It's happening all over again!
Edgeworth:
...Don't joke about that.
???:
No way! I mean it! It's not happening!
Guard:
Yes. It's happening alright! There's just someone here to talk to you!
Edgeworth:
(Hm...?)
Kay:
That sounds like a pretty screechy voice, huh?
???:
Nowaynowaynoway...!
Guard:
Don't be so stubborn!
???:
But aren't prosecutors crazy scary or something? Always giving you a death glare!
Edgeworth:
Um, pardon me, but would you happen to be the suspect...?
???:
Aaaaahhh! I knew ittt!
Edgeworth:
Kay, why does this man seem so distraught?
Kay:
Well, because you're, uh, you!
Edgeworth:
(That doesn't help me at all...)
Kay:
Hello, Mr. Suspect!
???:
!
Kay:
Would you mind talking to us for a little bit?
???:
Wh-Who are you?
Kay:
I'm Mr. Edgeworth's assistant, Kay Faraday! Well, it's just a part-time job. I'm just taking a vacation from my real job!
Edgeworth:
...I don't remember hiring you.
Kay:
This is Mr. Edgeworth. He's a prosecutor, but he's not as scary as he looks, so it's OK.
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. How rude...!)
???:
R-Really?
Kay:
Really! Really!
Edgeworth:
Really.
???:
Eek!
Edgeworth:
......
Kay:
Anyway, can you tell us your name, Mr. Suspect?
Simon:
...Yeah. Uh... I-I'm Simon Keyes...
Kay:
Nice to meet you, Simon! You can just call me "Kay", 'kay?
Edgeworth:
I am Miles Edgeworth, a prosecutor. I would appreciate a word with you.
Simon:
...!
Kay:
Please! It's for your own good, Simon!
Simon:
...Really?
Edgeworth:
(Finally. It looks like we'll be able to get something out of him, thanks to Kay.)
Simon Keyes
Edgeworth:
First, I'd like you to tell me a little about yourself...
Simon:
No way! Not that! I couldn't do that. Impossible! I'm not worthy! There's nothing interesting about me.
Edgeworth:
Your occupation?
Simon:
No way! Not that? It's no big deal, honest! Yeah! I'm just a regular employee.
Edgeworth:
(Good grief...)
Horace Knightley (appears after Simon Keyes)
Edgeworth:
About the victim, Knightley... (I don't think he's going to talk to me about this.) ......Kay.
Kay:
Simon, did you know Mr. Knightley from some where?
Simon:
...Knightley? Y-Yeah, I did. He was... a friend...
Edgeworth:
(A friend? So, did he know that Knightley was arrested?)
Kay:
Did you know that... Mr. Knightley was arrested?
Simon:
Yeah. ...I came here to meet him.
Edgeworth:
(So he visited the detention center too. When was that?)
Kay:
When did you visit him here?
Simon:
It was two days ago, in the afternoon... I received a call from the police, so I came over right away...
Edgeworth:
(From the police?)
Kay:
Why did you get a call from the police?
Simon:
It was a request from Knightley. He had a message for me.
Kay:
A message?
Simon:
Yeah. He wanted me to bring him his pocket-sized chessboard. So, I retrieved it from his house and came here to give it to him.
Edgeworth:
(Did he say... chessboard?)
Kay:
Did you say... chessboard?
Edgeworth:
(Is Kay...stealing my thoughts?)
Kay:
No, Mr. Edgeworth. It's just written on your face!
Edgeworth:
!
Kay:
He he he... I was just guessing from your facial expressions. See! I can be a useful assistant, right?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... So, do you know what we need to do next?
Kay:
You bet! We gotta show "that" to Simon, right?
Edgeworth:
Correct. Let's present it and see how he reacts.
Reasons for arrest (appears after presenting Chessboard after talking about Horace Knightley)
Leads to:
"So, why were you arrested?"
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Simon:
No way! It's really impossible! There's no way I could be a prosecutor! Even if you give that to me!
Edgeworth:
That was never my intention.
Simon:
So, are you going to arrest me? Am I going to trial? No objections, your Honor?
Edgeworth:
There is an objection. Please calm down.
Chessboard or Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes, I would like you to take a look at this.
Simon:
Aaaaahhhh! I see nothing, I hear nothing!
Edgeworth:
(...Once he calms down, I'll try showing it to him again.)
Chessboard (after talking about Horace Knightley)
Kay:
Do you recognize this chessboard?
Simon:
Ah! That's Knightley's!
Edgeworth:
(Just as I thought...)
Chessboard data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
This was found near Mr. Knightley's corpse.
Simon:
...He always carried a chessboard with him. It's just like him to have one until his last breath...
Kay:
It sounds like you two were really close, Simon.
Simon:
Yeah, we were best friends... At least, I thought we were... But, maybe I was wrong.
Kay:
Huh?
Simon:
Because I never imagined he would murder someone.
Edgeworth:
(Having someone close to you turn out to be a murderer... Reality can be so cruel. It's not something most people can easily accept...)
Simon:
And I never imagined we would part ways like this. *sob*...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Something's definitely strange here! There's no way Simon could have killed Mr. Knightley!
Edgeworth:
Indeed... I certainly can't see a motive at all. (However... The fact remains that he was the one who was arrested on that charge. Just what was the justification for doing so?)
Crime Scene Notes (after presenting Chessboard)
Simon:
Knightley loved chess... We would always play against each other. I-If only I hadn't brought that to him... ...it probably wouldn't have turned out like this.
Edgeworth:
I'm not so sure. To me, it's the proof of the friendship between you and the victim. I doubt it had anything to do with the murder.
Simon:
R-Really... *sob*... Aahh! I can't take it anymore! Just arrest me already!
Edgeworth:
...Haven't they already done that?
Anything else
Simon:
Even if you show me stuff like that, it's too technical for me. ...I-I don't get it at all.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I guess you don't have any new information about it?
Simon:
S-S-S-S-Sorry! Am I going to be arrested? If I start spouting some random nonsense now, will I be able to plead insanity later?
Edgeworth:
...If you want to be guilty of perjury, go right ahead.
Simon:
Th-That was a leading question! I knew it! I'm going to be arrested!
Edgeworth:
(Good grief. He's not listening to me at all.)
Edgeworth:
So, why were you arrested? (Hm, I guess he still won't respond to me...)
Simon:
........W-Well, I don't know.
Kay:
Looks like he's finally warming up to you.
Edgeworth:
(Whew, that's a great help.)
Simon:
This morning, a police officer barged into my house... And before I knew it, he had brought me here...
Edgeworth:
Was there a prosecutor accompanying him at that time?
Simon:
Ahh. I remember a prosecutor called Du-um... Best or something was there too.
Edgeworth:
(So, it was that rookie prosecutor...)
Kay:
Then, I guess the police haven't dragged you into questioning yet, huh?
Simon:
A-Are the p-police going to interrogate me?
Kay:
Yup. That's right. Because you're the suspect.
Simon:
Nowaynowaynowaynoway...! Aren't detectives like crazy abusive or something? Always bossing you around with their big bodies!
Gumshoe:
Detective Gumshoe is on the scene!
Simon:
Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! I knew ittttt! Please don't beat me with your thick arms! I can't take it anymore! Someone call the police!
Gumshoe:
....... What's gotten into him, sir?
Edgeworth:
Well... It's because you're you, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Huh? I don't get it, sir...
Kay:
I know Simon has to be innocent, Mr. Edgeworth! Can't we do something...?
Edgeworth:
...Simon Keyes.
Simon:
Y-Y-Y-Yes!?
Edgeworth:
You were Mr. Knightley's best friend. You only just met with him two days ago... You say you didn't kill him. Are you certain about this?
Simon:
......Y-Yes, I am. I-I wouldn't harm a fly!
Edgeworth:
I see. That's enough for me. I shall offer my assistance in proving your innocence.
Simon:
Eh! Wh-What's the point in helping little ol' me?
Edgeworth:
It's not just for you. This case, I have a personal stake in it as well.
Kay:
That's right! We gotta get back at those two from yesterday!
Gumshoe:
Yeah! I'm fired up, sir!
Edgeworth:
But, I don't have any investigation rights at the moment. Since I won't be able to obtain information myself, your role is most vital. I'm sure we can rely on you to fill in any holes in the information we have. Help us help you... That's all I ask.
Gumshoe:
Ah! I just had an idea! Why don't you just borrow a defense attorney's badge, sir!
Kay:
Come on! There's no way Mr. Edgeworth could do that. This isn't the time to be joking around!
Gumshoe:
B-But I wasn't joking... Helping the suspect is a defense attorney's job, pal...
Kay:
Jeez. Don't worry about that! It doesn't matter what Mr. Edgeworth's job is. All we gotta do is find the real murderer! So, let's get movin'!
Gumshoe:
OK, pal!
Edgeworth:
I'm sure you understand, but if the investigation results prove that you are the murderer... No hard feelings, but I will show no mercy...
Simon:
Eeeeeee...!
Edgeworth:
But, you don't need to be scared. I believe in your story... At least for now.
Simon:
........
Edgeworth:
All you need to do is believe in us and wait patiently... There's nothing to fear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off.
March 28, 11:22 AMDetention CenterHallway
Kay:
...So, we're all fired up and ready to go. But we still can't enter the part of the prison where the murder occurred...
Gumshoe:
If you can't investigate, the only thing you can do now is defend him in court, sir.
Kay:
But how are we supposed to do that? We can't!
Ray:
Huh? If it isn't Prosecutor Edgeworth and his merry gang. What are you guys doing here?
Gumshoe:
Did you come here to harass Mr. Edgeworth again, pal?
Ray:
He he he. What're you talking about, big guy? Uncle Ray's just here to do his job.
Kay:
Your job? Oh yeah, you're a defense attorney, right?
Ray:
Oh, Kay! You're as cute-iful as ever!
Edgeworth:
(Cute-iful...?)
Ray:
I might not look like it, but your Uncle Ray's a hotshot defense attorney. I'm here to meet with a new client today. What was his name again? Shy Monkees or something...
Kay:
What? You mean Simon Keyes?
Ray:
That's it! Kay! Looks like you know the deal.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! He's the defense attorney!
Edgeworth:
(I thought as much. Guess we have no choice but to resort to that method. In the past, whenever I had to investigate cases I was not placed in charge of... ...I was able to gain access by becoming a subordinate to whomever was in charge. Not my preferred opinion, but it's the only one I have now...) Mr. Shields. If I may ask...
Hold it!
Ray:
By the way... I don't take on sidekicks.
Edgeworth:
!
Ray:
I refuse to take on male assistants who lack charm. Especially... Someone who was like a son to Von Karma.
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Shields... As I thought, he won't forgive me so easily.) Mr. Shields. I understand that you cannot forgive me for what I've done. I am also fully aware of your hatred towards those involved with Von Karma. I don't know if you'll believe me, but... ...I am no longer the same as I was back then... Back when I idolized Von Karma.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal! Mr. Edgeworth is a changed man! Sure, he may have been a cruel, inhuman prosecutor in the past... ...but now, he's completely different, pal!
Edgeworth:
(When you put it that bluntly, it kind of hurts...)
Kay:
That's right! Mr. Edgeworth's not a bad guy anymore! I wouldn't even call him a prosecutor! He's more like... Uh... Umm... A hero! Yeah! He even helped me out in that big case last month!
Ray:
A hero... That's some pretty big talk there, missy.
Kay:
He's a magnificent hero! Although he'd be no match for a Great Thief like me!
Ray:
......
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields, don't the actions of the P.I.C. appear... strange to you? I believe there may be something else hidden behind this case. I can't afford to... quit at this juncture! Please let me help you with the investigation. I am begging you.
Ray:
...... ...Heh. I never expected you to grovel like this. It sure looks like you've changed, alright. And I'm kinda interested... in the cause of all this.
Edgeworth:
You're interested... in what changed me? If I had to say, it would probably be... the courtroom itself. All the experiences I've had and all the people I've met inside the courtroom. And perhaps... Reuniting with my old friends.
Ray:
...... He he he... I never expected you of all people to change. Who would've thought that you'd lay open your heart like that. I'm sure that man would be surprised as well. Guess I can't turn you away. It may be long overdue... But allow me to properly reintroduce myself. If you would be so kind as to read this...
Gumshoe:
Edgeworth Law Offices Raymond Shields, Head Attorney...?
Kay:
E-Edgeworth...?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields was an assistant to my deceased father... Gregory Edgeworth.
Kay:
Really? Your father was a defense attorney? S-So that means that man Mr. Shields talked about is...
Ray:
Correct, my cute little Kay. Prosecutor Edgeworth's old man. I never changed the name of the firm. It's my way of showing my appreciation for his help. Prosecutor Edgeworth. No, wait... Miles. Uncle Ray doesn't fully trust you just yet. It may have been temporary, but the fact remains: you were once a disciple of Von Karma. You say that you've changed, but you'll need to prove it to me with your actions. Even your old man... Would've wanted it this way.
Edgeworth:
...Yes, I understand.
Ray:
Alright. I'm getting tired of all this stuffy talk, so let's give it a rest and move on... For now, I'll make you my temporary assistant. How does that sound?
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry to trouble you...
Ray:
But... this outcome is kinda moving, yeah? The prodigal son returning to work in his late father's law firm.
Kay:
What about me! What about me!
Ray:
Of course, you can help too, Kay.
Kay:
Alright! Thanks a lot, Mr. Shields! I mean, Boss!
Ray:
Now then, let's get right to work. Let's see.. First off... What do you think we should do, Miles?
Edgeworth:
(That's right... I had some unfinished business yesterday.)
Ray:
Hmm. So, it wasn't the victim...
Edgeworth:
...but rather, it was the first person to discover the body who screamed.
Edgeworth:
Why don't we find them and listen to what they have to say?
Ray:
Yeah, that's it! Uncle Ray thinks so, too.
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. Upbeat as always.)
Kay:
OK! With that decided, let's hurry up and grill him!
Gumshoe:
Um... Sir, what am I supposed to do? Detectives can't help defense attorneys!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I can't just leave him be...) Detective, I will give you a special assignment. I want you to assist Mr. Debeste in his investigation and follow his orders. And then, if you discover anything useful, I want you to share it with us. Detective. This is a job that only you can do. Can we count on you?
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir! Leave it to me! I'm really good at leaking investigation reports to defense attorneys!
Edgeworth:
(Normally, that would be a problem for me, but it may come in handy this time.)
Ray:
Alright, let's get moving, shall we? Time to go to jail!
March 28, 11:50 AMPrisonHallway
Ray:
Now then, where's the person who first discovered the body?
Edgeworth:
For now, all we can do is ask around.
???:
Hold it right there!
Edgeworth:
(Who is this woman?) Umm... Excuse me, but...
???:
Oh, you are simply irresistible!
Ray:
Huh? Do you mean... me?
???:
Very nice, very nice, indeed! What an elegant mustache.
Ray:
It's a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle. Defense attorney Ray Shields, at your service. How about we exchange greetings with a hug?
???:
Oh ho ho ho. But of course.
Ray:
Mmf! Mmmmmmmf! Uncle Ray's... l-lips...
???:
A proper greeting should begin with a hug AND a kiss!
Kay:
It's almost like... it was stolen from him!
Edgeworth:
Yes, a remarkable feat of quickness that would put a Great Thief to shame.
???:
I feel that close contact is very important. This goes for my family here in my home as well.
Ray:
Q-Quite a splendid way of thinking there. He he he.
Roland:
I am the warden, Patricia Roland. But please, just call me Patty.
Edgeworth:
(The warden...? So she's in charge of the prison and detention center?) Nice to meet you. I am Miles Edgeworth. I'm a prosec... I mean, I'm Mr. Shield's assistant. Pardon me for asking, but were you here in the prison yesterday?
Roland:
But of course! Yesterday was a day that I wouldn't have missed for the world!
Edgeworth:
"Wouldn't have missed for the world"? Did you have some kind of important meeting...?
Roland:
Oh heavens, no! I despise meetings! It was the Animal Show, of course! A wonderful spectacle, featuring animals dancing and flying through the air! I always see it along with everyone else in our home! We're one big, happy family! We built a special stage in the courtyard just for this performance.
Edgeworth:
(A performance for the prisoners' enjoyment... Yesterday, Elbird mentioned some kind of "recreation"... I suppose the Animal Show was what he was referring to.) When did this show take place?
Roland:
It started at 8 AM and ended around 10 AM.
Edgeworth:
(That's exactly when the body was discovered... So whoever saw the show would probably have an alibi.)
Roland:
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be going. I have business to attend to. Please take your time and have a look around our home!
Kay:
So, where should we start, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
There was a prisoner who heard the scream from the person who first discovered the body. Let's start by talking with him.
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
Here's our chance, Mr. Edgeworth! While that demon lady is gone, we can snoop around!
Edgeworth:
(Demon... Is she referring to Judge Courtney?) I don't approve of your words... But let us carry on with the investigation.
Kay:
Alright! Let's do it!
Present
Door Sensor
Kay:
These doors open whenever they detect an animal... If I brought an animal with me, breaking in here would be easy.
Edgeworth:
Before that... Sneaking into the facility won't be a simple task.
Kay:
What you'd need is some special technique that lets you open any door you come across...!
Edgeworth:
...Do you possess such a special technique?
Kay:
Umm... That's a trade secret!
Edgeworth:
(...I guess not.)
Pony
Edgeworth:
Hm.. They even have a pony. Little kids could ride it.
Kay:
How nice. It's like a zoo!
Edgeworth:
Although, it's the humans who are treated like animals in here.
Kay:
Do you think they'd find out if I took one home with me?
Edgeworth:
I think that if you did that, you'd be the one behind bars.
Sign in front of left cell
Kay:
There's some information here about the prisoner of this cell! Let's see... Inmate number: D-259 Species: See cell on right.
Edgeworth:
...That's a shoddy explanation.
Kay:
His partner is Rocky the polar bear. He is a former boxer who enjoys training to lose weight. His muscles are tough, but he's a big softie. He's an omnivore. ...So it says.
Edgeworth:
Who is this information for...
Left cell
Edgeworth:
No one's here.
Kay:
This person was taken to the disciplinary room. I wonder when he'll be back?
Edgeworth:
Who knows...? I'm sure he won't be allowed to return so easily.
Kay:
He was on the verge of tears, he really didn't want to go...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. His reaction was quite extreme. (I wonder... What sort of punishment awaits him?)
Raymond Shields
Ray:
U-Uncle Ray's lips...!
Edgeworth:
...You seem to be in quite a shock.
Kay:
Isn't Warden Roland the type of beauty Mr. Shields likes?
Ray:
...A hug is a greeting, but a kiss is on a whole different level. Your Uncle Ray needs time to mentally prepare himself.
Kay:
I didn't think you would be such a shy guy, Mr. Shields.
Edgeworth:
(...Somehow, I don't think that's the problem here.)
Assistant's job
Ray:
Hey, Miles... About your face, could you loosen it up a bit? Since you're going to be Uncle Ray's assistant, you'll need to smile more!
Edgeworth:
Being an assistant and smiling more have nothing to do with one another.
Ray:
That's not true. A smile is the first step to building trust with a client. First, show a refreshing smile to put them at ease, then give a wink to capture their heart. End with a hug, and exchange business cards! That's how you open up a client's heart.
Edgeworth:
...Let's just keep that to ourselves, please.
Edgeworth Law Offices
Ray:
Well, managing the law firm was quite tough at first. It was difficult inheriting the business from Gregory...
Edgeworth:
Is that so... What kind of requests do you usually receive at the office?
Ray:
Umm. Usually requests to defend suspects in murder cases and various sorts of legal counsel. Well, our basic policy was "We Welcome Everyone".
Kay:
Did you ever have to turn down any requests?
Ray:
Well, if the client wasn't cute enough.
Kay:
I thought everyone was welcome!
Ray:
I'm kidding. That was a joke. We accept clients of all sorts. ...With Greg's name on the line. I couldn't do a half-hearted job.
Edgeworth:
(...The Edgeworth Law Offices, the law firm that my father built...)
Sign in front of right cell
Kay:
Hey, something's written here.
Edgeworth:
Yes, it's some information about this inmate.
Kay:
"Inmate number: D-258 Species: Convictus Brutus" "Despite his ferocious appearance, he is a herbivore. His partner is Gwen the penguin. He has good acting skills and a great stage presence. Delivers powerful testimonies." ...So it says.
Edgeworth:
It's just like one of those information signs at the zoo...
Prisoner
Edgeworth:
Where is the person who first discovered the body, right now?
Prisoner:
Around this time, I think he should be in the workroom in the back?
Edgeworth:
(The workroom... I should go take a look.)
Pig
Edgeworth:
...It's a pot-bellied pig. (Let's hope it doesn't become dinner.)
Kay:
How nice. It's like a zoo!
Edgeworth:
Although, it's the humans who are treated like animals in here.
Kay:
Do you think they'd find out if I took one home with me?
Edgeworth:
I think that if you did that, you'd be the one behind bars.
Bench
Edgeworth:
This bench is quite rusty.
Kay:
Only cats and Gummy would sleep on this bench.
Edgeworth:
Indeed... No argument here.
Door to Workroom A
Edgeworth:
You can see the crime scene from these small windows.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! You can't just go peeping in like that! You need to be more... sneaky, and check your surroundings!
Edgeworth:
Wh-Why... must I behave like a common criminal!
Kay:
Eh? I thought you wanted me to teach you my special "steal a glance" technique!
Edgeworth:
I don't need your techniques!
Rocky hills
Kay:
There's a monkey on that hill, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hardly an appropriate spectacle for a prison...
Kay:
When you see stuff like this, you can really feel the tension rise!
Edgeworth:
I hope you're not expecting me to agree with you. Also, Kay... Just so we're clear, I don't want to see you climbing that hill.
Kay:
But, someone's gotta show that monkey who's boss.
Edgeworth:
...Don't provoke the monkey.
Door to Workroom B
Edgeworth:
This door leads to the inmate's workroom.
Kay:
What are these workrooms for?
Edgeworth:
Basically, they provide job training towards the inmate's rehabilitation.
Kay:
But we found a dead body in the other workroom, right? Are you sure they really help in the rehabilitation process?
Edgeworth:
Hm... In order to answer that question, we must uncover the truth as quickly as possible.
Door to Workroom B (after talking to prisoner)
Leads to:
"Hellooooo! Is this occupied?"
Guard with a kitten
Edgeworth:
Hey, you there. I'd like to ask you some questions.
Guard:
So cute, meow~!
Kay:
It really is, meow~!
Edgeworth:
Hey, you!
Guard:
Meow~!
Edgeworth:
(He finally noticed me.) By the way...
Kay:
What's this cat's name, meow~?
Guard:
His name is "Nermal", meow~!
Edgeworth:
That's enough. Carry on with your duties. (What we have here is a failure to communicate...)
Watering hole
Edgeworth:
There's a watering hole here.
Kay:
Umm. This is hard to drink out of. They should have thought more about the end user when they designed this!
Edgeworth:
Kay... Can't you see that this is for the animals?
Door on up
Edgeworth:
The courtyard lies beyond these shutters, but they are locked.
Kay:
Freedom is right in front of them, but the shutters are locked up... Life is so cruel. I really feel sorry for them!
Edgeworth:
..Who are you feeling sorry for?
Rabbit
Edgeworth:
! What's a rabbit doing here... (I almost stepped on it.)
Kay:
How nice. It's like a zoo!
Edgeworth:
Although, it's the humans who are treated like animals in here.
Kay:
Do you think they'd find out if I took one home with me?
Edgeworth:
I think that if you did that, you'd be the one behind bars.
Door on down
Edgeworth:
...Where does this door lead to?
Kay:
Don't you feel some strange vibes coming from that door? Maybe... They've got a deadly criminal locked up inside!
Edgeworth:
...That certainly is possible. It would be best not to get too close.
Kay:
Ehhh! I-I was just kidding...!
Kay:
Hellooooo! Is this occupied?
Ray:
Kay, that's not a restroom. Hey, guard. Do you have a minute?
Guard:
Sir! What is it?
Ray:
Is anyone using that workroom right now?
Guard:
Presently, there is one prisoner working inside! I'm positive he's been there since the noon roll call!
Edgeworth:
We would like to ask the prisoner a few questions, if that is acceptable...
Guard:
Yes, sir! I will bring him out, so please wait a moment!
Ray:
I'll leave this to you, Miles.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What do you mean?
Ray:
'Cause I don't know what kind of scary guy will come out of that room.
Kay:
Mr. Shields. You're a scaredy-cat? Even though you're an adult?
Ray:
He he he. Same to you, Kay.
Edgeworth:
(Here he comes...)
???:
Oh, good day to you, sirs. Are you the ones who requested my presence?
Edgeworth:
(He doesn't seem like a dangerous criminal...) My name is Miles Edgeworth. I'm a prosecutor.
???:
A prosecutor... Is that right? 
Hold it!
Ray:
I'm Ray Shields, a defense attorney.
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Shields... His demeanor completely changed once he saw who we were dealing with...)
Ray:
Sorry about that. He he. My assistant says strange things sometimes. He's not a prosecutor, just my assistant. Hey! Get your act together, Miles.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, I guess I messed up... I forgot about my "new job".)
???:
No wonder I thought you were different from the prosecutor who visited me yesterday.
Edgeworth:
(It looks like he's already spoken to Debeste.) May we ask you a few questions?
Sahwit:
...Oh, yes. Of course you may. My name is Frank Sahwit.
Ray:
OK. Go for it, Miles.
Edgeworth:
(I guess I'll be asking the questions after all... *sigh*...) Mr. Sahwit, you are aware of the murder that occurred here yesterday, correct? Where were you when the body was discovered?
Sahwit:
I was... in this room, where I had been working.
Edgeworth:
What kind of work?
Sahwit:
Well, my goal is to become a pet groomer. An animal beautician, so to speak. Oh yes. I was inside cultivating my skills.
Edgeworth:
(In any other prison, such training would be unheard of...)
Sahwit:
That was all. Honestly. I-I did not see a thing.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? Why did he say that? I haven't even asked him anything yet.)
Sahwit:
Which is why, sad to say, I won't be any help to you.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Sahwit... I haven't asked you anything yet.
Sahwit:
! No... Wait. That's... Even if you were to ask, I would not...
Edgeworth:
You... know something, doesn't you?
Sahwit:
...! Oh, oh... That's... ........
Edgeworth:
(It seems he is indeed hiding something. Let's try to press it out of him...)
Edgeworth:
First let us assess the layout of the board. My opponent's condition is...
3 CHESS PIECES
Sahwit:
I'm afraid I didn't see a thing. So, I won't be any help to you.
Edgeworth:
(This man's expressions do not change much. It's a true poker face. It may be difficult to read his emotions from his body language.) Perhaps I should focus on how he phrases his words. It may reveal what's on his mind. Now, for the opening move... I'll start by asking about who this man is. Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure I'll cause a change!
Begin Logic Chess
Are you involved with this case?
Leads to:
"Are you... involved with this case?"
Edgeworth:
Are you... involved with this case?
Sahwit:
Are you referring to the murder that occurred inside this prison? I had nothing to do with it at all.
Edgeworth:
...Is that true?
Sahwit:
I-I would never dream of being involved in a murder plot. Hm... How should I put it... I'm... an upright, model citizen after all...
You're an upright, model citizen?
Leads to:
"Common sense tells me..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Common sense tells me... ...an upright, model citizen would have never ended up behind bars.
Sahwit:
W-Well, that is...
Edgeworth:
Tell me what you know about the incident!
Sahwit:
I already told you, I don't know a damn thing! Oh, er... I really don't know anything.
Are you angry?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........"
Edgeworth:
........
Sahwit:
I apologize from the bottom of my heart for that outburst... But I will be of no assistance.
Edgeworth:
Pardon my rudeness. It's just that the murder occurred in this rather confined prison. It seems unnatural that you do not know anything about it.
Sahwit:
...Oh? Er... U-Unnatural... Is that so? I-If you're looking for the person who discovered the body... You should try someone else...
Did I say who we were looking for?
Leads to:
"How did you know we were looking for the person who discovered the body?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
How did you know we were looking for the person who discovered the body? I don't recall saying a word about that. Are you sure you don't know anything?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Sahwit:
...! N-No... It was merely a hunch I had. I am but a humble pet groomer in training. I honestly have no recollection of the murder.
Edgeworth:
I am positive that this man is hiding something. For my next move... I'll ask him about his movements on the day of the murder. This man has suppressed his emotions. I will expose his true nature hidden beneath that suspicious smile!
What happened on the day of the murder?
Leads to:
"Are you... involved with this case?"
Edgeworth:
Let's talk about what happened on the day of the murder. If you truly had nothing to do with it, there shouldn't be a problem, correct?
Sahwit:
Oh... Well... O-On the day of the murder... There was a lot going on...
Tell me about your movements.
Edgeworth:
Tell me what you were doing on that day.
Sahwit:
A-As I mentioned earlier, I was cultivating my skills as a groomer in training... I was trimming the coats of the animals at the time...
Edgeworth:
Didn't the murder cause a panic? I imagine the entire prison must have been in an uproar...
Sahwit:
Well... But... Th-There was no panic... I could even hear someone's voice...
Was it a scream that you heard?
Leads to:
"Someone's voice? Judging from the circumstances, I suppose it was a scream that you heard?"
Was it laughter that you heard?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Someone's voice? Judging from the circumstances, I suppose it was a scream that you heard? So you do have a recollection of the murder! You kept insisting that you knew absolutely nothing about the murder... But you do not give credence to your claims!
Sahwit:
Urgh! W-Well, I thought I heard someone's voice but... I-In any case, I don't remember it very well.
Edgeworth:
The scream at the time of the murder... It might be a clue. I better keep that in mind...
Leads back to first
Tell me about your movements. (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Tell me about the state of the prison.
Edgeworth:
What was the state of the prison at the time?
Sahwit:
I don't remember it too well... My memory is rather poor.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. Maybe I should try another line of attack...
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Let's try using that clue..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Let's try using that clue...
I thought you said you heard a scream!
Leads to:
"You don't remember? Ridiculous."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You don't remember? Ridiculous. Didn't you say earlier that you heard a scream?
Sahwit:
That wasn't... I could very well be mistaken... At any rate, I honestly do not remember.
Edgeworth:
You still do not remember? Enough with your lies!
Sahwit:
I ain't lyin', you...! ...I mean, I'm telling the truth.
You're angry, aren't you?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........"
Edgeworth:
........
Sahwit:
In any case... I was absorbed in grooming the animals.
Edgeworth:
By the way... How skilled would you say you are in animal grooming?
Sahwit:
My techinique with the scissors still needs some work... But I am very confident in my handling of the animals. When the animals became frightened, I calmed them with my gentle hands...
Edgeworth:
...Frightened? Why would the animals have become frightened? I don't think that's a common occurrence...
Sahwit:
W-Well... That's a good thing... Isn't it?
Did you threaten the animals?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Did the scream frighten the animals?
Leads to:
"Perhaps the reason they were frightened was because of someone's scream?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Perhaps the reason they were frightened was because of someone's scream? Why are you trying so hard to hide the fact that there was a scream! Are you concealing some vital information from me?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Sahwit:
Argh! I-I am doing nothing of the sort! I-It's true that I heard some sort of scream... But I'm not trying to hide it!
Edgeworth:
He's starting to show his true colors. I should be more aggressive with my next move. I'll ask him about the scream. It's time to give him a taste... ...of the futility of keeping a secret from me!
When did you hear it?
Edgeworth:
When did you hear the scream?
Sahwit:
Th-That's it! I just remembered! At the time of the murder, there was an event going on. It was the Animal Show. I had gone there to see it...
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that since you were watching the show, you did not hear the scream? That's... completely different from everything you've said up until now!
Sahwit:
Shut up! So what if it is! I mean... My memory is just so hazy...
Stop making that poker face!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
You get mad easily, don't you?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........"
Edgeworth:
........
Sahwit:
The Animal Show was very enjoyable.
Edgeworth:
What kind of animals performed in the show?
Sahwit:
Well... Umm... I believe I saw a whale?
Did you ride the whale?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
You didn't see the show, did you?
Leads to:
"You liar! You didn't see the Animal Show at all!"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You liar! You didn't see the Animal Show at all!
Sahwit:
Urgh! W-Well, that is... I sort of saw it, and I sort of didn't...
Edgeworth:
He didn't see the show. This could be a clue.
Leads back to first
When did you hear it? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Who did the scream belong to?
Edgeworth:
Do you know who the scream belonged to?
Sahwit:
W-Well, I was mistaken. When the incident occurred, I just happened to be in the courtyard. That's why... I did not hear the scream.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. Maybe I should try another line of attack...
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Let's try using that clue..."
Edgeworth:
Let's try using that clue...
You didn't see the Animal Show!
Leads to:
"Just how deep are you going to dig your pit of lies?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Just how deep are you going to dig your pit of lies? It's obvious that you did not see the Animal Show!
Sahwit:
Urgh!
Edgeworth:
There's no way out of this! Tell me what really happened! Confess everything you know about the scream!
Sahwit:
I cannot answer... What I cannot answer... I-I didn't hear the scream... from the person who discovered the body...
I'll make you hear a scream!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Don't you mean the victim's scream?
Leads to:
"That's strange."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
That's strange. Normally, if you hear a scream during a murder, it's usually from the victim. Why would you think the scream was from the person who discovered the body?
Sahwit:
Oh! M-My mistake!
Edgeworth:
How? How did you know the scream was from the person who discovered the body?
Sahwit:
W-Well... That's because...
You're the one who found the body!
Leads to:
"Allow me to answer for you."
You're the one who got murdered!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Sahwit:
Whatever are you talking about? I really have no time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a wasted remark.) Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
......
Sahwit:
If you have no more use for me... May I leave now?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I was too passive... Even if he hides his emotions, if I push the right buttons I'm sure to cause a change!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Allow me to answer for you. That's because you're the one who discovered the body. And... ...the scream that was heard when the murder occurred didn't come from the victim... It came from you when you discovered the body!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Sahwit:
Urrrrrrrraaaagh! J-Just who do you think you are!? I-It is just as you say, but... What gives you the right to do this?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Checkmate.
Logic Chess Complete
Edgeworth:
It's now clear who discovered the body. You have no more reason to withhold your testimony... Correct?
Sahwit:
V-Very well, I'll tell you... B-But I doubt my testimony is worth hearing...
Edgeworth:
Whether or not it is worth hearing is for me to decide. I will expose the truth with my own hands. That is my sole duty.
Hold it!
Kay:
Umm. I think you're a little off there, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Kay:
We're not trying to expose the truth, we're trying to save Simon! Isn't our goal to help out our clients? I mean, you're not a prosecutor right now, you're a defense attorney's assistant!
Edgeworth:
...Hmm.
Ray:
Well said there, Kay! She's right on the money, Miles. The official task of the Edgeworth Law Offices is to defend our clients. Your old man, who founded the firm, truly valued the bonds he had with his clients. So, if you're not willing to do the same, maybe you aren't cut out for this job. I don't wanna fire you on the spot either. So have a heart, OK?
Edgeworth:
...... (The heart of a defense attorney, huh...) In any case, it's important that we hear the testimony of the person who discovered the body. Start talking, Mr. Sahwit. Tell me what happened when you found the body!
-- When I Found the Body --
Sahwit:
I was in the workroom over there practicing my skills.
By some chance, I got curious about the adjacent workroom, and went up to the door.
I peeked in through the small window on the door.
Then I saw him lying there... A man... not moving... dead!
I quailed in fright and found myself letting out a scream.
Edgeworth:
If I may confirm one thing... You were in the room... Right next to the one where the dead body was found?
Sahwit:
Within the prison, we call it Workroom B.
Edgeworth:
And were you in there the whole time on the day of the murder?
Sahwit:
Yes. After the 7 AM roll call, I remained inside the whole time. In this prison, we have roll call 3 times a day. At 7 AM, noon, and 9 PM.
Edgeworth:
And they check the workrooms during those times, too?
Sahwit:
Exactly.
Edgeworth:
(I see... So during the 7 AM roll call, there was nothing amiss. And Knightley's body was not in the workroom yet...)
Prison Roll Call notes jotted down in my Organizer.
Ray:
So it sounds like the murder occurred after 7 AM, huh?
Kay:
And that's right when the Animal Show started!
Sahwit:
Correct. The other prisoners went to see the Animal Show.
Edgeworth:
Meaning anyone who did not see the show does not have an alibi... Do you understand what I'm saying, Mr. Sahwit?
Sahwit:
Y-Yes, that is certainly true... H-However, I merely discovered the body...
Edgeworth:
(His testimony has a clear contradiction. I should press him about that first.)
Rebuttal
-- When I Found the Body --
Sahwit:
I was in the workroom over there practicing my skills.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By practicing, you mean, of course...
Sahwit:
Yes. My grooming training. For I am a model prisoner.
Edgeworth:
(I somehow doubt that.)
Sahwit:
By some chance, I got curious about the adjacent workroom, and went up to the door.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You were curious about the adjacent room?
Sahwit:
Precisely. I felt a need to look inside.
Edgeworth:
Why did you feel that way?
Sahwit:
Even if you ask me why... I just did it on a whim.
Edgeworth:
So you weren't concentrating on your training?
Sahwit:
N-No! Nothing of the sort! For I am a model prisoner. It's just that... The other prisoners had left to see the Animal Show. Which is why... I was... feeling somewhat lonely.
Kay:
Yeah. That's like being stuck in a classroom after school's let out.
Sahwit:
Y-Yes! That's right! And since I couldn't enter the other workroom...
Present Door Sensor
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Mr. Sahwit. Please stop telling such feeble lies."
Sahwit:
I peeked in through the small window on the door.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The small window? So you couldn't get a clear look?
Sahwit:
Indeed... As you can see, there is a grille covering the window. It does not offer a wide view at all.
Kay:
Normally, the guards use it to check inside the rooms, right?
Sahwit:
Precisely. You seem to be well-versed on this matter.
Kay:
He he he! Well, I happen to know a thing or two about prisons, y'know!
Edgeworth:
(What does she mean by that? I'll have to find out the details later.)
Sahwit:
In any case, I peeked into the room from the window.
Present Door Sensor
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Mr. Sahwit. Please stop telling such feeble lies."
Sahwit:
Then I saw him lying there... A man... not moving... dead!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You knew it was a man right away?
Sahwit:
It was clear judging from his physique and clothing. Even the fact that he was dead was as plain as day.
Edgeworth:
You could tell he was dead through that tiny window?
Sahwit:
Well... It's not the first time I've seen a dead body.
Kay:
Wha... WHAAAAAAT? S-So, you mean...! The reason you're in here is because...
Sahwit:
I'm ashamed to admit it, but it is as you say. However, this was my first time seeing a body that someone else had killed...
Sahwit:
I quailed in fright and found myself letting out a scream.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you remember what the scream sounded like?
Sahwit:
......Well. All I can say is that I shrieked at the top of my lungs.
Ray:
Well, I guess that's what happens when you get scared.
Sahwit:
Yes, it is just as you say. In any case, I let out a scream.
Edgeworth:
(He's pretending to be an innocent bystander, but parts of his testimony are odd. Considering his situation, and the place he's in... The contradiction should be quite obvious. I'll show him the evidence that proves it!)
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Sahwit. Please stop telling such feeble lies. You don't seem to understand your position.
Sahwit:
My position? I-I used to be a newspaper salesman, but then I took up the pet groomer training...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What about that bracelet on your wrist? It proves that you are... unmistakably a prisoner. And as long as you wear that bracelet, you should not be able to move around as you please! As soon as you went through the door, the sensor would have sounded the alarm.
Sahwit:
Oh, er... That is...
Edgeworth:
Peeking into the adjacent room is impossible... When you couldn't even leave the one you were in!
Sahwit:
Argh!
Ray:
Whoo-wee! Nice one, Miles! That was a real humdinger!
Kay:
But does that mean Mr. Sahwit didn't see the body?
Edgeworth:
I'm not sure. Perhaps... We should let the man himself explain it to us.
Sahwit:
Huh? Umm... You see... That is... Well... Forgive me. It appears my previous explanation was lacking... I shall clearly explain how I was able to see the body.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Very well, let us hear your revised testimony.
-- When I Found It, Pt. 2 --
Sahwit:
There is a rather well-known technique among the prisoners here...
If the hand with the bracelet stays in the room, you can step out without sounding the alarm.
That's how I was able to peek into the adjacent room.
The moment I realized that the man inside was dead, I let out a scream.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, so that means... He kept his arm inside workroom B, while he peeked into the adjacent room.)
Sahwit:
I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this to everyone. Especially the guards... OK?
Edgeworth:
(Was that what he was trying to hide earlier...? I should try asking him for more details about a few other things as well.)
Rebuttal
-- When I Found It, Pt. 2 --
Sahwit:
There is a rather well-known technique among the prisoners here...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Tell me more about this technique.
Sahwit:
Certainly. Here's how it works...
Sahwit:
If the hand with the bracelet stays in the room, you can step out without sounding the alarm.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
All you gain by doing that is a small degree of freedom.
Sahwit:
Naturally. But it is all that we have left to enjoy.
Edgeworth:
...I'm shocked that you enjoy such a thing. Have you truly reflected on what you've done?
Sahwit:
But of course! For I am a model prisoner!
Edgeworth:
(Your definition of "model" is highly suspicious...) Regardless, was that the one technique you used?
Sahwit:
Yes. That is correct. I made sure no guards were around when I did it.
Sahwit:
That's how I was able to peek into the adjacent room.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why would you do something so troublesome and potentially dangerous?
Sahwit:
I heard a noise coming from the adjacent room... It seemed odd to me, as there should not have been anyone inside...
Edgeworth:
So you peeked into the adjacent workroom as soon as you heard the noise?
Sahwit:
Yes. Yes. Of course. I peeked in as soon as I could.
Edgeworth:
I see... (Is there a problem with that statement?)
There is a problem
Leads to:
"So you looked into the adjacent room immediately after you heard the noise."
There is no problem
Edgeworth:
(No... There doesn't seem to be a problem with that statement.) Please continue with your testimony, Mr. Sahwit.
Sahwit:
Certainly. I peeked inside the workroom...
Edgeworth:
So you looked into the adjacent room immediately after you heard the noise. If that was true, then you should have seen more than just a dead body. You should have seen the person who had made the noise.
Sahwit:
Th-That is... Um... Well...
Kay:
He looks really shaken!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Sahwit! Answer me! What did you really see?
Sahwit:
............
Edgeworth:
If you intend to remain silent... ...I will have no choice but to assume that you are complicit to the murder.
Sahwit:
! Oh... Umm... Please forgive me. It's just that I couldn't even believe what I saw myself... It may have been just a dream. I hesitate to even recall it.
Edgeworth:
Tell me what happened!
Sahwit:
Very well... I will be frank with you. I saw a dog. ...It was a nightmarish scene. A large black dog... ...was biting into the neck of the victim!
Edgeworth:
Wha-! What did you say!
Sahwit:
It was a truly hellish scene... That dog! That dog killed him!
Kay:
Ooooooh... I think I'm going to be sick...
Ray:
That's some Grade A trauma right there...
Sahwit:
I was chilled to my very core, and let out a shriek.
Edgeworth:
(A man-eating dog inside this zoo of a prison...?)
Black Dog data jotted down in my Organizer.
Sahwit:
That was everything I saw. Do you believe me now?
Edgeworth:
...Yes, I do. I doubt one would be able to lie about something like that. Would you add that to your testimony?
Sahwit:
Certainly...
Add statement:
"And to my horror, there was a black dog biting his neck!"
Press (after adding statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Just to be certain, allow me to reconfirm. Why did you look into the room next door?
Sahwit:
Yes, I will repeat it as many times as you would like, yes. I heard what sounded like faint footsteps coming from the adjacent room... In a flash, I was peeking in through the window on the door. I believe that is what being a model prisoner is all about. When you're a model prisoner, you must set an example for everyone to follow.
Edgeworth:
(I'm not sure I agree with his mindset, but...) Very well. Then please tell me exactly what you saw in the room.
Sahwit:
The moment I realized that the man inside was dead, I let out a scream.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you remember what this man looked like in a detail?
Sahwit:
But of course. I am certain... He had blond hair... And his throat was covered in blood.
Edgeworth:
Do you take me for a fool? That should be obvious!
Sahwit:
I am merely telling you everything as I saw it, just to be clear. ...Don't defense attorneys love nitpicking over every little detail?
Edgeworth:
(I detect a tinge of spite here. Perhaps he had an unpleasant experience with a defense attorney in the past...)
Sahwit:
And to my horror, there was a black dog biting his neck!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
A black dog was biting the victim's neck...
Sahwit:
Yes. Blood came pouring out, and as a result, the dog's mouth became stained with it...
Ray:
Ahhhhh! Stop! Stop! You don't need to get THAT detailed!
Edgeworth:
At that time, was the victim...!?
Kay:
Eeeeeeeeek! Mr. Edgeworth! Why'd you ask him that?
Ray:
Kay... Why'd you hit Uncle Ray?
Sahwit:
The man did not even flinch...
Edgeworth:
(He must have been dead already...)
Sahwit:
But the blood continued to gush from his neck. He most likely had passed away already. His hands moved nary an inch...
Ray:
Eeee! Way too much detail! Are you doing this on purpose?
Sahwit:
Certainly not. I am just trying to give an accurate testimony... Mr. Edgeworth. Shall I add that statement to my testimony?
Edgeworth:
If you would.
Sahwit:
It was terrifying... A truly terrifying sight.
Add statements:
"He most likely had passed away already. His hands moved nary an inch..." and "The ring with the snowflake insignia glimmered, with no purpose but to catch my eye."
Press (after adding statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I would like to hear the details about that again.
Sahwit:
Very well. That fearsome beast was gnawing away at the...
Kay:
Aaah! Enough already! I don't want to hear anymore!
Sahwit:
...And then the blood, gushing out of the...
Ray:
Eeee! Didn't you hear the lady? Uncle Ray's got goosebumps too!
Sahwit:
...And that was the state of the body. Do you understand the situation now?
Edgeworth:
(Those two were so noisy, I couldn't hear him very well...) Mr. Sahwit. Please speak a little more about the state of the victim.
Sahwit:
He most likely had passed away already. His hands moved nary an inch...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That was a very vivid testimony...
Sahwit:
That is because I witnessed it up close, relatively speaking. I could feel the anguish he suffered in his death.
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth... I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Edgeworth:
Really? How terrible.
Kay:
Oh, come on! It's all because of you that my mind is filled with scary thoughts.
Sahwit:
I may even have nightmares myself. Even now, I can still remember everything clearly.
Sahwit:
The ring with the snowflake insignia glimmered, with no purpose but to catch my eye.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
A ring with a snowflake insignia... Impressive memory.
Sahwit:
I was formerly a newspaper salesman. I had to quickly identify what a customer wanted based on his appearance and attitude... ...in order to form a successful sales strategy. It's the most basic of the basics.
Edgeworth:
But you are dealing with a corpse, not a customer. Are you like that with everyone?
Sahwit:
Yes, it has already become an ingrained habit of mine. It was an important point that could determine the success or failure of a sale.
Edgeworth:
That's how you were able to easily recall such a minor detail.
Sahwit:
Precisely. Even the engraved insignia is crystal clear.
Edgeworth:
(Is that really possible...? What was the state of the body when we found it? I should review my evidence.)
Sahwit:
I have an unerring eye. That much I can declare.
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"A ring with a snowflake insignia...?"
Before adding 5th statement
Edgeworth:
(So he was able to peek into the adjacent room by keeping one arm inside the workroom. But was that really what he was trying to hide? I should ask him for a further explanation.)
After adding 5th statement
Edgeworth:
So, Knightley was killed by a dog that was being kept here in the prison? I find that hard to believe...
Ray:
They say that pets take after their owners, yeah?
Kay:
It doesn't have to take after them THAT much! This completely defeats the purpose of the animal therapy!
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps I should ask about the dog a little more.)
Edgeworth:
A ring with a snowflake insignia...?
Sahwit:
Yes, that is correct. It was clearly engraved on the surface.
Edgeworth:
I see. Your testimony is very accurate, But it's a little TOO accurate, if you ask me.
Sahwit:
And what's wrong with being accurate?
Edgeworth:
You state that you saw a ring with a snowflake insignia engraved into it. And it is true that the victim was wearing such a ring.
Sahwit:
See? Was I not correct?
Edgeworth:
That is not the issue I have with your testimony. Take a look at this picture! As you can see, the right hand is covered by a sheet. It should not have been possible for you to see the engraving on the ring. Unless you had approached the body and lifted up the sheet for yourself! You said you only looked into the workroom through the door. And yet, you gave such a detailed account of what you saw.
Sahwit:
Who do you think you are...? Acting all high and mighty. I-I'm telling you, I saw what I saw! Oh! The victim must have moved his arm after I saw it...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I don't think so. You said as much earlier.
Sahwit:
The man did not even flinch...
Edgeworth:
(He must have been dead already...)
Edgeworth:
The victim was already dead. How would he have been able to move his arm?
Sahwit:
......!
Ray:
This guy's lookin' pretty suspicious now, yeah?
Edgeworth:
Frank Sahwit! What are you hiding, you scoundrel!
Sahwit:
......Ooh. No, I ain't... I am not... That is... You're wrong. I know what I saw... ...Urrrrrgh... Gwaaaaaaaaaaaah! Shut up already! Stop making a fuss about every little thing I say! You're just a defense attorney's assistaaaant!!
Edgeworth:
(...He has finally shown his true self...)
Ray:
Whoa. I guess the cat's out of the bag. A black, hairy one at that. ...Just went flyin'.
Sahwit:
I'm just your friendly neighborhood witness!
Edgeworth:
Are you really just a witness? I would you say that you are rather suspicious.
Sahwit:
What was that?
Edgeworth:
You saw something that could not have been seen from the outside of the room. How is that possible? ...The logic behind it is simple. Mr. Sahwit. This is where you saw the body from!
Present Workroom A
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"When you discovered the body, you went inside the room where it laid!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is where you saw the body from.
Kay:
He was able to see the body from a place like that? I get it! So you're saying Mr. Sahwit is psychic, right?
Edgeworth:
No... Nothing of the sort. (Let me think it over once again. If he saw something that he could not have seen from the outside of the room... ...he could only have seen the body from that spot!)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Sahwit. This is where you saw the body from!"
Edgeworth:
When you discovered the body, you went inside the room where it laid! Since you saw the engraving on the ring, that is the only possibility!
Sahwit:
.......... Heh... He he! Even if you say that, you ain't got no evidence, do ya? Where's the evidence that shows that I was in that room? I was grooming pets at that time. In the room adjacent to where the body was found! I even went so far as to borrow some rubber gloves! Show me the evidence that proves I was in the room where the body was found!
Present Rubber Glove
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Sahwit, what were you doing when the body was discovered?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Sahwit:
And what does that that prove?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I guess you won't understand unless I explain it.
Sahwit:
Yeah, I don't get it at all! That evidence doesn't mean squat!
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (I should be careful when I bluff...)
Leads back to:
"Show me the evidence that proves I was in the room where the body was found!"
Edgeworth:
Mr. Sahwit, what were you doing when the body was discovered?
Sahwit:
Didn't I tell you already? I was practicing being a pet groomer!
Edgeworth:
I see. In that case... Do you happen to recognize this glove?
Sahwit:
Oh! Th-That's...!
Edgeworth:
This was found near the body. It is believed to have been dropped by the culprit. By the way... I noticed that you also have a rubber glove hanging out of your apron pocket...
Sahwit:
N-No, this is... something else!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Looks like you're missing one of your gloves.
Hold it!
Sahwit:
Y-You can find gloves like these anywhere in the prison! Your evidence proves nothing!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Perhaps we should hand this glove over to the police for fingerprinting. I'm certain they will find some interesting results.
Sahwit:
Grr... Grr... Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!
Edgeworth:
(It's over...)
Ray:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What the...?)
Ray:
He he he. Pretty cool, right? My "Objection!" voice.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields. Could you save the jokes for later...
Ray:
I'm not joking. Because it's not over yet. There's still something else. Something that's clearly odd. That guy's a prisoner, y'know. He's got the bracelet and all.
Sahwit:
..........
Kay:
That's right! How did he get into the other workroom? The sensor would have set off the alarm, right?
Edgeworth:
(...He's right. That's the only thing we don't know yet.)
Ray:
Not so fast, Mr. Prisoner. Could you fill us in?
Sahwit:
..........
Ray:
That's pretty weird. The bracelet should have been his last line of defense.
Kay:
Defense?
Ray:
That's right, Kay. It was useful evidence for Mr. Prisoner here. He could have claimed that due to the bracelet, he wasn't able to enter the room... But, he didn't say a word about it. Is there any reason why you didn't?
Sahwit:
..........
Ray:
The silent treatment, eh? Well, the Judge yesterday did say that silence is golden.
Kay:
W-Wow... You really are a hotshot defense attorney, Mr. Shields!
Ray:
Defense attorneys always remain calm in a pinch, and smile in the face of danger. That's what your old man taught me. The Defense Attorney's Creed, yeah? ...So, what's the deal? Why didn't you mention anything about the bracelet?
Sahwit:
.......... ...The truth is... It's broken.
Edgeworth:
(Broken?)
Sahwit:
Some time ago, I took a spill and the bracelet hit the floor with a loud bang. Ever since then, it was not been able to activate the sensor. Forgive me. It was so convenient, I didn't want to report it...
Edgeworth:
I see... So the bracelet was broken. (But did it really break so easily? If that is true, then there is a problem with the prison's security.)
Edgeworth:
You, over there. May I have a moment?
Guard:
Here, kitty kitty. You're such a cute little guy! Yes, you are! Meow~!
Edgeworth:
Excuse me!
Guard:
Y-Yes! What can I do for meow?
Edgeworth:
This prisoner's bracelet appears to be broken.
Guard:
What! Really!? That's not good at all. I'll contact the person in charge and have it replaced immediately!
Edgeworth:
Thank you. I'll be holding onto the broken bracelet for the time being.
Sahwit's Bracelet data jotted down in my Organizer.
Guard:
Yes, sir! Please take care of it.
Ray:
Now that the bracelet's been taken care of, shall we move on to arresting you for murder?
Sahwit:
What? Perish the thought! I didn't kill anyone!
Ray:
But your bracelet was broken, right? Doesn't that mean you could have gone anywhere you wanted during the Animal Show?
Sahwit:
But all I did was find the body! Honest! And it is true that I saw the dog biting his neck! However, I entered the workroom after the dog had left...
Edgeworth:
Why did you do that?
Sahwit:
Well, it was just... I was curious if he had anything of value on him...
Edgeworth:
(So he was planning to loot the corpse. That's why he remembers Knightley's ring so well.)
Kay:
Why are you looking at me, Mr. Edgeworth!? I am a GREAT Thief! Please don't put me on the same level as him!
Sahwit:
But! I didn't take a thing! The Animal Show had ended and the other prisoners were making their way back down here. I hurried back to my workroom, and let out a scream to deceive the others.
Ray:
And that's when you dropped your rubber glove.
Rubber Glove data updated in my Organizer.
Examine evidence
Mud on Rubber Glove
Edgeworth:
It's covered in mud, up to the wrist. What did Frank Sahwit use this for?
Text on the wrist of Rubber Glove
Edgeworth:
It says "FOR INMATE USE". That must mean...
Kay:
A prisoner used this glove?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Frank Sahwit was the one who used this glove.
Ray:
I guess his story holds up. What do you think, Miles?
Edgeworth:
Whether he is the murderer or not, one big question remains. How did Knightley get all the way from his holding cell to the prison?
Ray:
You're right about that. It's a real stumper.
Edgeworth:
And there's something Mr. Sahwit said in his testimony that I'm very concerned about. (If that dog had any part in the murder...) Mr. Sahwit.
Sahwit:
Y-Y-Yes! What is it?
Edgeworth:
Were there any other prisoners who didn't see the Animal Show?
Sahwit:
...Yes. There is only one other that I know of.
Edgeworth:
And this prisoner wouldn't have been able to see the show even if he wanted to. Correct?
Sahwit:
Y-Yes, that's correct. Why do you ask?
Edgeworth:
(Just as I thought... I had my suspicions as soon as I saw that black dog. That fiendish criminal... I never expected him to be held here in this prison.) Where is his cell...?
Sahwit:
Err... Do you intend to meet him?
Kay:
Him...? Who's him?
Sahwit:
He's a very special man. He receives very special treatment, and... ...Oh, forgive me. I need to watch what I say about him. However... If you value your lives, I would advise you to stay away from him.
Kay:
Hey! C-Cut it out already! You're giving me the creeps!
Ray:
Hm, a puppet master in the shadows, huh? Yeah... I still value my life...
Sahwit:
He is being held in the special cell. Over there... In that direction...
Edgeworth:
(The special cell...? It certainly seems like he receives special treatment.)
Floor Plans updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
Well, so just who is this "him" anyway?
Sahwit:
...To protect my own life, all I can tell you is that he is the oldest prisoner here. My deepest apologies... But I can't say anymore... He is truly terrifying!
Edgeworth:
......
Ray:
Care to fill me in? It feels like you're leaving Uncle Ray behind here.
Edgeworth:
He is someone I knew in the past... Let's head for the special cell. I believe that black dog should be there as well.
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
The special cell
Kay:
What's so special about the special cell? Is it the super tight security that makes it inescapeable? Or is there a red carpet and a sofa and a bed... And you get the VIP treatment?
Edgeworth:
Calm down. We'll know when we see it. (If I am not mistaken, "that man" should be in there.)
Present
Black Dog
Kay:
Uuugh... Just looking at him gives me the creeps.
Edgeworth:
So there are things that you're scared of, Kay.
Kay:
Well, of course! The police, security guards, sirens, there's lots of things!
Edgeworth:
Normally, those things give you a sense of security.
Kay:
Eheheh... Well, I'm not a normal girl. That's because...
Edgeworth:
"I'm the Great Thief." ...right?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Please don't steal my lines!
Edgeworth:
Hm... That felt kind of nice.
Prisoner in a cell
Prisoner:
Hey, hey, you guys! The stuff he said, is it true?
Edgeworth:
Hm? What are you talking about?
Prisoner:
All that talk about his bracelet being broken! Man, I'd kill for a chance like that!
Edgeworth:
Even in prison, this man has not reformed in the slightest.
Prisoner:
Dang it...! I just want to go around and pet all the animals in this prison.
Kay:
...Maybe he just loves animals?
Frank Sahwit
Sahwit:
Damn! I can't believe the truth about the bracelet is out of the bag...!
Edgeworth:
Seems like, you still haven't realized the error of your ways?
Sahwit:
N... No, sir! I-It's nothing at all. Wh-Why don't you hurry towards the special cell?
Edgeworth:
Let me give you some advice... It would be wise not to take any more unnecessary actions.
Sahwit:
Y-Yes, sir. I'll take it to heart. Tsk... As if I need to hear that from you...!
Edgeworth:
It would also be wise not to say any more unnecessary words.
Raymond Shields
Ray:
Who would have guessed that the bracelet was broken. I thought the security here was supposed to be tight.
Edgeworth:
When I saw all those animals roaming around freely, I knew that something was amiss. At the very least, as long as that person is here...!
Ray:
The person that the inmate mentioned... Well, let's hurry up and head to the special cell. That black dog might be there... We should proceed with caution.
Present
Black Dog
Ray:
How scary. A man-eating dog.
Edgeworth:
If that is indeed the truth.
Ray:
Eh? Do you think the dog is innocent, Miles?
Edgeworth:
I still... do not know yet. However, in order to arrive at the truth... ...I won't avert my eyes from any questions that arise, no matter how small they are. The smallest oversight could shut the door to the truth forever.
Ray:
Hmm... You really have changed, Miles.
Edgeworth:
(It might be more accurate to say that I have been changed. ...By that attorney.)
Cat
Edgeworth:
Hm... A cat.
Kay:
Aww! It's so cute, meow~!
Edgeworth:
...Kay. Could you please talk like a normal person?
Kay:
If I had this little guy with me, prison life wouldn't be so bad... No, no! I mustn't think like that, meow~.
Edgeworth:
(Right now, all she can understand is cat speak...)
March 28, 12:41 PMPrisonSpecial Cell
Kay:
Hey, it's pitch black in here... I can't see a thing at all!
Edgeworth:
Aren't you always talking about how the Yatagarasu is able to flap even in the darkest night?
Kay:
Even in the depths of night, when no other bird dares to take flight... ...one alone soars to shine the light of righteousness on the world's blight! And that one is me! For I am the Great Thief, Yatagarasu!
Ray:
Oh-ho! That was pretty cool!
Kay:
But still, I can't see what I can't see! I'm still just a human! Eek!
Ray:
Aahhh!
???:
.....Mr. Edgeworth, I presume?
Edgeworth:
(That voice... It can only be...)
???:
It has been far too long.
Edgeworth:
So you still remember me?
???:
Keh heh, it would be impossible to forget. Because it was you who did what none could do... ...and place me here in this cell.
Kay:
Um... Don't tell me that the dog is talking to you, Mr. Edgeworth.
Ray:
Is there someone else there? I can't see anything though...
Dogen:
Down boy. It is rude to frighten the visitors. Here. Allow me to illuminate this dark room. Keh heh heh... Such noisy visitors. From the voices and footsteps... Two more in the back. But it would be rude not to introduce myself. I am called Sirhan Dogen. Mr. Edgeworth and I... We are old acquaintances. Keh heh heh...
Edgeworth:
(This man is a former assassin.) The blind assassin... Sirhan Dogen. His weapons are sharp knives and a ferocious dog. His appearance is always accompanied by the sound of a bell. It is said that the ringing of this bell in the darkness is the last sound his victims hear.
Dogen:
Would you be so kind as to share the reason why you have come, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
That will not be necessary. You are already well aware of why we're here.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. It seems we know each other quite well.
Murder suspect
Edgeworth:
We suspect your dog of committing the murder. The witness who discovered the body saw him biting it.
Dogen:
There must be some mistake. My boy is obedient. He would never do such a thing. Right... Anubis? Good boy, good boy, good boy.
Edgeworth:
(Anubis may be your guide dog, but you raised him to be a vicious killer. He was one of the weapons you used as an assassin...)
Dogen:
To begin with, is the witness of a reliable sort?
Edgeworth:
(Ugh. It's true that Sahwit is also one of the suspects. And it's difficult to say if we can trust his testimony...)
Dogen:
In any case, I think you have the wrong dog. Right, Anubis? Right, boy?
Edgeworth:
(I wonder... If he knows who the witness is.)
The alibi (appears after Murder suspect)
Edgeworth:
I would like to hear your alibi from 8 AM to 10 AM yesterday morning.
Dogen:
During the Animal Show? Keh heh heh... I was in my humble cell the entire time. I took up whittling recently. My focus was solely on the wood and chisel in my hands.
Edgeworth:
The prisoners have free access to chisels here? Normally, that's not allowed.
Dogen:
The warden is a kind soul. She has given me special permission.
Edgeworth:
(Kind...? Ridiculous! Even five metal chisels... ...would become deadly weapons in his hands!)
Dogen:
I started out by carving these Buddha statues. But I moved on to other shapes after the 674th.
Kay:
Really? That many?
Dogen:
All it takes is time, which I have plenty of. Here is what I am working on now.
Edgeworth:
I did not know that you played chess...
Dogen:
Do you play as well, Mr. Edgeworth? I would like to test your wits in a game sometime. I only started playing since my arrival here, so I am still inexperienced.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What is this piece? It's a three-headed... dog?)
Dogen:
Just for the fun of it, I carved this hound piece. Chess is a game of war. Pawns, knights and castles... Each side pushing their forces to the limits to take the life of enemy's king. However, I found the absence of dogs to be strange. Hounds are an indispensable part of warfare. But... It is nothing more than folly. I still play by all the normal rules of chess.
Edgeworth:
Isn't it difficult for you to find opponents here in prison?
Dogen:
I always play correspondence chess.
Edgeworth:
Correspondence chess... So you play chess through the mail.
Dogen:
Prisoners are allowed to send and receive letters, although they are subject to inspection. At the moment, I am waiting for my opponent's next move.
Hound Piece data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(So he plays chess with people outside of this prison...)
The victim (appears after The alibi)
Leads to:
"Do you know who was murdered?"
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Dogen:
...Very well.
Edgeworth:
Hm?
Dogen:
As the flower of death blooms, your request... ...has been accepted.
Edgeworth:
Wha-? This doesn't have such a sinister meaning behind it!
Chessboard or Hound Piece
Dogen:
Since we have a board and all the pieces here, why not indulge me in a game? It is exceedingly difficult to find opponents in this prison.
Edgeworth:
A very interesting proposition, but I must decline. I don't have the time for that right now. And I doubt you will play by the rules anyway.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh... You value the rules too much... Perhaps it is an occupational disease. How dreadful. Right, Anubis?
*whine*
Edgeworth:
(Even his dog feels sorry for me!)
Black Dog
Edgeworth:
I have quite a few questions to ask you about your dog.
Dogen:
In that case, why don't you ask him directly?
Edgeworth:
Very well. .........
.........
Edgeworth:
(Wait! There's no way I'll be able to interrogate a dog!)
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. That's what I thought. He won't be able to understand you. Right, Anubis?
Woof!
Edgeworth:
(...If he truly were unable to communicate with others... ...that would be a pity.)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
I want you to tell me what you know about this.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. The only requests I accept are for assassinations. Do you want me to kill the person associated with that?
Edgeworth:
No. I am not making such a dangerous request!
Edgeworth:
Do you know who was murdered?
Dogen:
It was Horace Knightley. A most unfortunate lad.
Edgeworth:
Your ears are as sharp as ever.
Dogen:
They are all I can rely on.
Edgeworth:
(As I thought, he has full knowledge of everything that goes on in this prison.)
Dogen:
On second thought, he might be fortunate after all.
Edgeworth:
Fortunate? How so?
Dogen:
He committed a grave crime, but he was able to avoid punishment for it. An assassination attempt on the president... What a bold man.
Edgeworth:
(Assassination attempt?)
Kay:
Hey! Mr. Edgeworth! Didn't Mr. Knightley just...
Edgeworth:
He may have killed his own superior, but he never attempted to take the president's life. (Are they trying to conceal the fact the assassination was staged by the president?)
Ray:
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold your horses. Knightley didn't attack the president? But Uncle Ray was requested to defend him in court on charges of attempted assassination.
Kay:
You didn't know either, Uncle Ray? So, they're trying to pin the whole thing on Mr. Knightley...?
Edgeworth:
Now I see why the P.I.C. is taking action.
Kay:
Ah! So that's why they removed you from the case...
Ray:
That DaPest guy was going to indict him on charges of attempted assassination.
Kay:
And in doing so, they would have twisted the truth!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. I suspected it was a false charge.
Edgeworth:
?
Dogen:
I heard about it from one of the guards. About Knightley... He kept desperately insisting, "I didn't assassinate anyone!"
Edgeworth:
...But the courts are supposed to bring the truth to light.
Dogen:
I may not be well-versed in law, but I can say one thing for certain. Some of the prisoners here were convicted on false charges.
Edgeworth:
Ugh...!
Dogen:
...That's the reality of it. Right, Anubis? Right, boy? Leaving the truth in the care of the court can be dangerous.
Edgeworth:
(Leaving the truth in the care of the court is dangerous... Huh. There was someone who said the exact same thing before... That investigator from Interpol who doesn't trust prosecutors.)
Lang:
You're not twisting the truth behind those closed courtroom doors, too, are you? Fueled by those ideas, is it any wonder that courts produce nothing but falsities and lies!? Rest assured, the next time we meet, I won't be so forgiving.
Edgeworth:
(I doubt his distrust has cleared up completely...)
Dogen:
Keh heh heh... You feel the same way, don't you, Anubis? The truth of the courts and Mr. Edgeworth's reasoning both can't be trusted. Right?
Edgeworth:
Ugh...!
Dogen:
It is nothing to be upset about. You're not the only one who suspects me. Yesterday, the other prosecutor and that judge came here too. They brought the warden along. How they despise me.
Kay:
Oh! It must have been those two rude people from before!
Edgeworth:
(Prosecutor Debeste and Judge Courtney...)
Dogen:
They thoroughly inspected my room, but left without finding a thing. Keh heh heh. It seems they were searching for the murder weapon. 'Tis a shame. They searched the other prisoners' cells too. Not just mine. Yet they were still unable to find anything. All that hard work was for naught. Keh heh heh.
Prison Investigation note jotted down in my Organizer.
Ray:
He he he. This is quite a problem. What should we do?
Edgeworth:
(Sahwit's testimony alone won't hold up. In order to confront him, we'll need evidence...)
Dogen:
Now, if my guests would be so kind as to leave... Right, Anubis? Show them the way out.
Ray:
Ah, does this mean... What I think it means?
Kay:
L-L-L-Let's get going, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
......We shall meet again, Dogen.
Dogen:
It would be a shame for our long-awaited reunion to end so soon. I'll be waiting. Keh heh heh.
March 28, 1:12 PMPrisonHallway
Edgeworth:
(Now then, we still need to find that murder weapon.)
Kay:
Mr. Edgewooorth!
Edgeworth:
(She went all the way up there?) It's fine now, Kay. Come down from there. Where is Mr. Shields?
Kay:
Beats me... He just took off running like death was after him.
Edgeworth:
(Good grief. That man...)
Kay:
What should we do now, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
We'll continue investigating. (First, we should... ...start by solving that one mystery. Knightley's body was found in a workroom inside the prison. However... ...he was supposed to be in the detention center's holding cell... How did he get to the prison under such tight security?) Let's go investigate the holding cell at the detention center.
Kay:
That was where Mr. Knightley was held, right!? But what about Uncle Ray?
Edgeworth:
...Let's just leave him be for now.
Kay:
I thought we were supposed to be his assistants though...
March 28, 1:34 PMDetention CenterHallway
Edgeworth:
The victim's cell in the detention center was this way.
Kay:
Let's check it out! Mr. Edgeworth!
???:
Oh, this is truly just dreadful!
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What happened? That's the warden, Ms. Roland. She must have come from behind that "No entry" sign.)
Guard:
So, he still won't talk? Even after all the trouble you went through to get the evidence transferred from the precinct...
Roland:
That's right. I don't know how many times I've tried. I can't report back empty handed...
Guard:
That assassin sure is one tough cookie, huh?
Edgeworth:
(Did he just say "assassin"...!?)
Roland:
Oh my.
Edgeworth:
Pardon me, but... Were you talking about Sirhan Dogen just now?
Roland:
Oh, eavesdropping, were you? You naughty boy!
Edgeworth:
...Did you question him personally, Warden Roland?
Roland:
Not just him. I try to have a heart-to-heart with all the prisoners and suspects. In my home, we're all family here! It's only fair I invite them to my Warden's Office!
Edgeworth:
The Warden's Office?
Roland:
Oh, have you taken an interest in my room as well? It's just down this hallway. But outsiders are not allowed past this point.
Edgeworth:
(Down the hallway... So around there...)
Roland:
Hu hu hu. It's such a lovely room. People do enjoy being invited back here. I always show them the splendid view of my precious courtyard!
Kay:
The courtyard of this animal-filled prison! I'd sure love to see it!
Floor Plans updated in my Organizer.
Roland:
I'm delighted that you want to see it... However, I cannot invite you.
Kay:
What?
Roland:
You're not a child of our home. If you want to come to my room, you'll have to be convicted first.
Edgeworth:
(That's a rather high hurdle to clear...)
Roland:
Goodness me! Look at how long we've been talking! I was just about to feed Ally her lunch!
Edgeworth:
Ally...?
Roland:
She is my favorite little angel! Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off to the courtyard! Toodle-loo!
Edgeworth:
(I never got a chance to ask her about Dogen...) ...Well, let's head over to Knightley's cell.
March 28, 1:43 PMDetention CenterHolding Cell
Edgeworth:
(This is the victim's cell...)
Kay:
When did Mr. Knightley arrive in here again?
Edgeworth:
It was after the president's welcoming ceremony, on the night of March 25th. (So, when and how did he move over to the prison? There might be some evidence left that can answer that.)
Kay:
Alright! Let's get cracking, Mr. Edgeworth!
Begin Investigation
Detention CenterHolding Cell
Logic
"Torn up newspaper" and "Floor wiped clean"
Edgeworth:
The floor here is clean. It was probably wiped down with something.
Kay:
Did someone spill grape juice here?
Edgeworth:
I don't know exactly what was wiped away, but I can imagine what was used to wipe it... It's very likely it was this torn up newspaper.
Kay:
Couldn't he have asked one of the guards if he could borrow a cleaning rag?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps it was something he didn't want the guards to see.
Wiped Floor data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
There are so many things in this cell.
Edgeworth:
Yes. Although they don't all appear to be Knightley's personal belongings. There's also a collection of books that belong to this cell.
Kay:
Wow! This might not be such a bad place to live in after all.
Edgeworth:
...If you want to spend the night here, I won't stop you.
Kay:
Thanks, but no thanks! But... Since we're here, we might as well learn everything we can. Alright! Let's begin our investigation of the holding cell!
Chess
Kay:
Chess seems to be popular here. Knightley even brought in a chess set.
Edgeworth:
No. From what I've seen, the only people who have an interest in chess... ...are Knightley and that man.
Kay:
That man? Ah! You mean that scary guy!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. (Those two had a shared interest in chess... Is that... just a coincidence?)
Present
Prison Investigation
Kay:
I've been thinking about it. Since we still haven't found the murder weapon... ...maybe, there wasn't one to begin with!
Edgeworth:
Oh. That's an interesting way of thinking. Then, how was the victim murdered?
Kay:
What are you talking about, Mr. Edgeworth! If there is no murder weapon, then no one actually died.
Edgeworth:
...Kay. I understand how you're feeling, but we must not avert our eyes from the reality before us.
Kay:
You're right... Mr. Knightley, he really is... Mr. Edgeworth! We've gonna catch the guy who did this!
Guard
Edgeworth:
Good work.
Guard:
Yes, sir!
Kay:
It's fine, you don't have to keep an eye on us, 'kay? As you can see, we are the Great Thieves of Justice!
Guard:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
There is no "we" here.
Sink
Edgeworth:
(Hm! The reflection in the mirror...)
Kay:
Ah! It's a security camera! A Great Thief's archenemy! I guess they don't take too kindly to thieves here...
Edgeworth:
There's no reason for a detention center to be kind to thieves. Guard! I would like you to check the footage of this security camera. If you find any problems, report to me at once.
Guard:
Understood, sir!
Sink (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
The security camera is clearly visible in the mirror's reflection.
Kay:
Hmm... I don't like it. It's like a constant reminder, "You're being watched!"
Edgeworth:
I understand your feelings. However...
Kay:
I definitely don't want to live in a place like this. Every morning, I'd reminded again while I'm at the sink... ...that I need to look good for the camera...!
Edgeworth:
...Don't get too worked up about it.
Desk
Before deducing
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Dining menu
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Is this a dining menu?
Edgeworth:
You can choose your daily meals in this detention center. However, unless you have the money, you won't be able to choose what you want to eat.
Kay:
In the end, the world revolves around money...! Doesn't this mean that the rich won't have to reflect on their crimes?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Well, those who come here haven't been declared guilty yet. There are a few good people who don't need to reflect... Probably.
Kay:
It sounds like you're just making excuses for them, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Urk...! (Why should I have to come up with excuses for the detention center!?)
Books
Kay:
There are a lot of books here. What's this? "The Wonderful Warden of Ours". "The Hound Whistler", "The Animalshack Redemption". ...Mr. Knightley, he was surprisingly good person...
Edgeworth:
...No. The detention center provides these books for the visitor's own edification. These books are supposed to help you grow as a human being... Hmm. "Prison Life for Dummies". These books were written by model prisoners and former inmates.
Kay:
Ah! Here's a helpful book! "The Great Escape in 80 Days: Based on a True Story"! Oh! Check this one out! "Crime and Establishment: How to Make Money in Prison"!
Edgeworth:
(...The problems with this detention center may run deeper than I thought.)
Paper
Kay:
Ah! There's something on the desk!
Edgeworth:
It seems to be some kind of memo... Let me take a closer look.
Chess notation
Edgeworth:
This is... chess notation. It was probably the victim's.
Kay:
What's chess notation?
Edgeworth:
It's a memo that records the positions of the pieces on a chessboard. This is a good match. My next move would be pawn to... No... Actually, before that...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! This is no time to be playing chess!
Edgeworth:
Ahh. You're right. (...Hm? The positions of the chess pieces recorded in this memo... I feel like I've seen something similar somewhere else. I should take a closer look at the evidence I've collected.)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce chess notation and present Hound Piece
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"This chess notation... I've seen it before."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence contradicts the crime scene.
Kay:
Really? I don't see any contradictions.
Edgeworth:
Kay. As my assistant, you still lack training.
Kay:
Same to you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Urk! (She called my bluff!)
Edgeworth:
This chess notation... I've seen it before.
Kay:
You're still thinking about chess! Focus on the investigation! Focus!
Edgeworth:
Chess is quite important to this investigation... Kay. Have a look at this.
Kay:
Are these the chess pieces from Dogen's cell? I don't know much about the rules of chess...
Edgeworth:
The rules of chess are not important here. Look at the positions of the chess pieces in this memo and the pieces in Dogen's cell... Do you notice anything?
Kay:
...AH! I don't know anything about the different chess pieces... ...but if you flip the board around, the positions of the chess pieces are completely the same!
Edgeworth:
Yes... Although the memo doesn't include the Cerberus chess piece... ...the positions of the other chess pieces are identical.
Kay:
Wh-What's going on here?
Dogen:
I always play correspondence chess.
Edgeworth:
This might be hard to believe... but Dogen's chess opponent was...
Kay:
Ah! Are you saying he was playing against Mr. Knightley?
Edgeworth:
With this, we now have the evidence to link Dogen with the victim.
Knightley's Memo jotted down in my Organizer.
Toilet
Edgeworth:
It's not as dirty as I thought it would be. And the toilet paper shows no signs of use. Looks like there are no problems with the toilet.
Kay:
Ehh! There's a huge problem!
Edgeworth:
What's the problem?
Kay:
It's totally awkward having the toilet out in the open like that. They need to think more about the end user!
Edgeworth:
(This facility wasn't designed with the spirit of service in mind.)
Bed
Before examining wiped floor and newspaper
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining wiped floor and newspaper
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Wiped floor
Edgeworth:
? (...Something seems off?)
Kay:
The floor here is clean. (Floor wiped clean - There doesn't seem to be anything in this cell to wipe the floor with?) Was it mopped recently?
Edgeworth:
It seems strange that only the area in front of the bed has been wiped clean...
Bed
Edgeworth:
This looks like an uncomfortable bed to sleep in. But the pillow covers are clean. Not a speck of dust on them.
Kay:
Is this what the bed at Gummy's place looks like as well?
Edgeworth:
No... If my hunch is correct, he has an old, beat-up mattress lying around in his room.
Suit
Edgeworth:
It's Horace Knightley's suit.
Kay:
According to the results of my investigation...
Edgeworth:
Hm? What did you find out?
Kay:
A man who looks good in a suit leaves a more favorable impression with the ladies!
Edgeworth:
......
Kay:
Ah! Next time, I'll investigate men who look good in frills!
Edgeworth:
Please don't bother...
Newspaper
Kay:
Hm? This newspaper. It's missing a few pages.
Edgeworth:
They appear to be torn out (Torn up newspaper - Dated the day before the murder. Several pages have been torn out.). Why would someone tear out the pages from a newspaper?
Kay:
Maybe they used it to clean the cell instead of a rag?
Edgeworth:
(Clean the cell...? It's quite possible...)
Window
Edgeworth:
Windows with iron bars. There are no signs of tampering. It doesn't look like the criminal could have escaped through here.
Kay:
Hm hm. What if these iron bars are removable! Let me inspect them, for future reference.
Edgeworth:
Kay... Now's not the time for that, we're in the middle of an investigation!
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining sink, and deducing paper leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
So, this is what our investigation turned up. It seems we've found a major connection between the victim and Dogen.
???:
Th-This is terrible!
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What happened?)
Guard:
Th-The security camera recorded something terrible!
Edgeworth:
What!? Can you let me see it?
Guard:
Of course, sir! I have a portable playback device right here!
Edgeworth:
Then let me see it right away! (This is...!)
Kay:
Th-This black thing has got to be that doggy, right!?
Edgeworth:
Up until this point, I thought the murder took place inside the prison. But it appears I was mistaken. The place where Knightley was attacked was...
Present holding cell
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It was the detention center."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Yes! Knightley was attacked here!
Kay:
Really? He was attacked there? But the video showed that...
Edgeworth:
Yes. I suppose it wasn't there...
Leads back to:
"The place where Knightley was attacked was..."
Edgeworth:
It was the detention center. And furthermore, he was attacked by Dogen's dog. (This is the decisive evidence!)
Security Footage data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(If Knightley was killed in this room... ...then this piece of evidence we found in the cell takes on a new meaning! Which piece of evidence takes on a new meaning if the murder occurred in the holding cell?)
Present Wiped Floor
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"(For some reason, someone wiped the floor clean.)"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
(Yes, the meaning of this evidence...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth? Why have you gone quiet all of a sudden?
Edgeworth:
Umm... It's nothing. (I'm overthinking this.)
Leads back to:
"(If Knightley was killed in this room...)"
Edgeworth:
(For some reason, someone wiped the floor clean. It's possible they were wiping away bloodstains.) Thank you for your hard work. While I have your attention, may I ask for one more favor?
Guard:
What would that be?
Edgeworth:
There should be a detective by the name of Dick Gumshoe in the detention center or the prison. I would like you to give him a message. Tell him to check this room for traces of blood and give the results to me.
Guard:
Y-Yes, sir.
Wiped Floor data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
This should corner that old coot!
Edgeworth:
No... Not yet. We still don't know how Knightley and the dog moved from here to the prison.
Kay:
That's true. But once we figure that out...! Where should we check out next, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
The guards here might know something about the murder... Let's see if we can learn any new details from them.
March 28, 2:15 PMDetention CenterHallway
Kay:
Alright! Let's continue our... Aah!
???:
Oh. Sorry to intrude... ...Well, if isn't Mr. Prosecutor and the little lady. Fancy meeting you here...
Edgeworth:
(This man is Shi-Long Lang, an Interpol Agent. About two weeks ago, he was in charge of investigating one of my cases. I would have thought he'd returned to his native country of Zheng Fa by now.) Agent Lang. What brings you here?
Lang:
Just some boring work. Nothing you need to know about.
Kay:
Ha ha! On top of a black dog, we meet a black wolf! Huh? You came alone today, Agent Lang?
Lang:
........
Edgeworth:
(Usually, he'd have a huge police force with him.)
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor, seems you've been busy these past few days.
Edgeworth:
(These past few days... Is he referring to the incident with the Zheng Fa president?) I would have thought you'd be involved in his security too.
Lang:
Hah. Our president doesn't even trust his own country's police force. Look at the results of hiring a private security company. It's laughable.
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang doesn't trust prosecutors or the courts. That's why... ...he brings along a large force of capable policemen to thoroughly investigate the crime scene.) Yes. If you and your subordinates had been there, the results might have been different.
Lang:
...My subordinates, huh... They're... no longer with me.
Edgeworth:
They're not with you?
Lang:
Funny, looks like I'm a real lone wolf now. Hahahaha!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. Just what happened exactly?
Lang:
Didn't I tell you? It's nothing you need to know about. Well, be seeing ya, Mr. Prosecutor.
Kay:
Mr. Lang... I wonder what happened...?
Edgeworth:
(Yes, it troubles me too, but there's nothing we can do about it for now...) Kay, let us continue with our own investigation.
Kay:
...Got it. First, let's ask those guards a few questions!
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
I've found it! The "weak point" of this facility!
Edgeworth:
Oh...? Please, enlighten me.
Kay:
There are lots of people here, so it feels like you're constantly being watched. However, there are still many blind spots we can use to hide and avoid detection. All we have to do is aim for these blind spots... We can do it!
Edgeworth:
I won't even ask what it is exactly that you plan to do. (More importantly, I feel like there are still a few blind spots to this case. I'll need to gather more information.)
Agent Lang
Kay:
Mr. Lang looked kind of lonely, without all of his subordinates.
Edgeworth:
Indeed... It appears that the Republic of Zheng Fa has its own issues to deal with. But, he has decided to follow the path that he has chosen. And... the same goes for us.
Kay:
You're right... First, we must solve this case! After it's all over, we can go cheer Wolfy up!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Well, I'll think about it. (...I don't even know where he's staying at.)
Present
Security Footage
Kay:
That was some amazing footage.
Edgeworth:
The instant of the murder... This could be a powerful clue.
Kay:
But, we can't see the victim's face.
Edgeworth:
...Indeed. (Yes... That is a problem. At this rate, we can't call this a decisive piece of evidence...)
Kay:
Ah! I see! If you cover your face, The security cameras can't catch you! If I covered my face, I could sneak into any place I wanted!
Edgeworth:
Besides your face, shouldn't you also do something about your attire?
Kay:
No can do. After all, wearing this outfit is the policy of the Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
(Then, what is the point of covering your face?)
Security gate
Edgeworth:
(It's a security gate with a metal detector...)
Kay:
Don't you feel nervous whenever you pass through one of these? It's like how you get nervous when you see a policeman, but you've done nothing wrong.
Edgeworth:
Perhaps you get nervous around the police because you're the self-proclaimed "Great Thief"...?
Green door
Edgeworth:
This door leads to the surveillance room.
Kay:
Surveillance... Does this mean... we're being watched? You'll have to tone down your shenanigans, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Wh-What... are you trying to accuse me of!
Guard on left
Guard:
Hmm, this is a difficult case...
Edgeworth:
What's wrong? Is something troubling you?
Guard:
S-Sir...! One of my uniforms has gone missing! But I'm certain that I placed it in this locker.
Kay:
Maybe the uniform grew legs and walked off somewhere...?
Edgeworth:
...What kind of logic is that?
Kay:
In any case, I wish you the best in your search. I'll be rooting for you!
Guard:
Yes! Thank you for your support!
Stolen Uniform data jotted down in my Organizer.
Lockers
Edgeworth:
These are the guards' lockers.
Kay:
I bet they keep their uniforms and snacks inside.
Edgeworth:
Why snacks?
Kay:
If it were me, I'd definitely put snacks in there!
Edgeworth:
I don't know where you get that air of confidence...
Guard on right
Edgeworth:
You there, have you seen a black dog around here?
Guard:
O-Of course not. If I had actually seen it... I wouldn't be standing around here so carefree!
Kay:
Umm, did something happen with that doggy?
Edgeworth:
Kay, let's not press this matter any further. (Hm... So Dogen's dog didn't come by the detention center.)
Trophies
Edgeworth:
A bunch of trophies are lined up here.
Kay:
I'd like to hand out one of these trophies sometime!
Edgeworth:
What kind of person would receive a trophy from a Great Thief...
Kay:
Obviously the Rope Escape Champion! Ah! But if they actually held a contest, I'd be the champion.
Edgeworth:
(Where would you hold such a contest...?)
Block sign
Edgeworth:
This leads to the office.
Kay:
There's a sing that says "No entry". It's human nature to want to sneak in whenever you see a no entry sign!
Edgeworth:
And it is human reason that suppresses those urges.
(Talking with two guards leads to:)
???:
Ooh! There you are!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields. Where did you go?
Ray:
Where indeed! I've been searching for you guys this whole time! Walking all around the prison is hard work, you know!
Kay:
...That's strange, seeing as you came from the opposite direction.
Ray:
.......... I've got some new information. You wanna hear it? Do you!?
Edgeworth:
(He sure changed the subject quickly.)
Ray:
I heard a little something from the guards. It seems Knightley caused a bit of an incident two days ago.
Edgeworth:
An incident?
Ray:
You know how Simon said he came to visit Knightley, right? After the visit, when Knightley returned to his cell... Naturally, a guard escorted Knightley back to his cell. While the guard was unlocking his handcuffs... All of a sudden, Knightley struck the guard and knocked him out. It seems he was going to attempt a jailbreak. By the time the other guards arrived, the key to his cell had disappeared.
Edgeworth:
But, there's been no reports of Knightley's jailbreak attempt two days ago...
Ray:
Exactly. It's strange, isn't it. Right up until his death, he was still in his cell. What's more, Knightley claimed he never stole the key in the first place. In fact, they searched his cell, and the key was nowhere to be found...
Edgeworth:
Did the guard who was struck have anything to say?
Ray:
No one knows. He was taken to the hospital while he was still unconscious. He's still there now, it seems.
Edgeworth:
(So, in the end, we still don't know what happened...)
Knightley's Cell Key data jotted down in my Organizer.
???:
It's youuuuu!
Edgeworth:
(Hm. That voice...)
Debeste:
What are you still doing hanging around here!?
Ray:
Err, well, you see. This is my assistant...
Debeste:
Are you here to object our investigation and make me into a laughing stock!?
Courtney:
Sebastian. I believe "obstruct" is the word you're looking for.
Edgeworth:
(In a way, I think his expression was apt.)
Ray:
A pleasure meeting you again, Judge Courtney. I am...
Courtney:
I know. You are Simon Keyes' defense attorney, are you not?
Ray:
Well then, let's skip the formalities, and celebrate our happy reunion with a hug... O-Or maybe not!
Courtney:
Incidentally... I heard you mention an assistant a moment ago.
Kay:
Yeah! We're assistants at the Edgeworth Law Offices!
Courtney:
Prosecutors are civil servants, to open a side business is to betray the Goddess of Law.
Edgeworth:
As long as profit is not our objective, there shouldn't be a problem, right?
Ray:
Y-Yeah, that's it! Miles here is a volunteer worker! The purpose of my office isn't to make money... We're pro bono.
Courtney:
What a wonderful heart you have. Defending others without demanding payment.
Ray:
Ah... Aha ha ha... I-I do have an amazing charitable heart.
Edgeworth:
More importantly, I'd like you to explain your reasons for arresting Simon Keyes.
Courtney:
There's no need to...
Debeste:
Is that a challenge against me!?
Edgeworth:
No, I was speaking with Judge Courtney...
Debeste:
I guess it can't be helped. If you want to take on The Best, you will fall like the rest!
Edgeworth:
(I haven't said anything yet. ...But this is convenient.) Then I will hear you out. What were your reasons for arresting Mr. Keyes?
Courtney:
I see no need to inform you. Sebastian, let us...
Debeste:
Heh heh heh... Just watch, Justine. Watch as I run around in circles against this useless prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
I think you mean, "run circles around me"...
Debeste:
Yeah! That's what I meant! Prepare yourself, Mr. Edgeworth!
-- Reasons for Arrest --
Debeste:
So, you want to know my reasons for arresting that man?
The answer is simple. Yes. We found "traces" of that guy over there.
How's that? Perfectly simple, perfectly decisive... Right?
Of course, I was the first to notice it because I'm the Best.
Edgeworth:
...... (How am I supposed to go about pressing that...)
Debeste:
How's that? Got nothing to say! Speechless in my presence?
Edgeworth:
(*sigh*... This guy sure talks a lot.) ...So, you're the one who arrested Mr. Keyes, I take it... Mr. Debeste. Do you have the right to do such a thing?
Debeste:
Well, obviously it was the police who carried out the arrest. But, since it was under my direction, shouldn't it also count as my arrest?
Edgeworth:
(As I expected... It'd be difficult to deal with both of them at the same time. However... Her silence is troubling me. Just what is she thinking?)
Rebuttal
-- Reasons for Arrest --
Debeste:
So, you want to know my reasons for arresting that man?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Let's get one thing clear... You do know who you arrested, right?
Debeste:
What? Do you take me for a fool? The one I arrested was... Simon Keyes! No doubt about it!
Edgeworth:
(I expected he'd at least understand that much...)
Change statement:
"So, you want to know my reasons for arresting that man?" to "Obviously, we had a fatal reason for arresting Simon!"
Debeste:
Obviously, we had a fatal reason for arresting Simon!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Really, that's quite a surprise. ...So, what is this fatal reason for the arrest?
Debeste:
Are you attempting to lure information out of me through flattery? ...A good strategy, but I'm afraid... it won't work on me!
Courtney:
We have found vital evidence implicating Simon Keyes. That's what Sebastian was trying to say.
Debeste:
Yes! So because of this fatal vital evidence, I had Simon arrested!
Debeste:
The answer is simple. Yes. We found "traces" of that guy over there.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That guy... over there...? That's certainly vague...
Debeste:
Well, don't they say... The Best hears one thing and understands ten?
Edgeworth:
You're just being lazy... Explain it more clearly!
Courtney:
...Sebastian. If it's alright with you, would you please explain it to them in more detail? I'm sure that everyone wants to hear what you have to say.
Debeste:
...Hm. Alright. If you insist, Justine. We discovered "that"... Perhaps you didn't know, but the victim carried a chessboard with him. From it, we found that suspect guy's... I mean, Simon Keye's fingerprints.
Courtney:
Well done, Sebastian! I bless you on behalf of the Goddess of Law. Please amend your testimony. Are you alright with that, Prosecutor Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...Y-Yes.
Change statement:
"The answer is simple. Yes. We found "traces" of that guy over there." to "The victim carried a chessboard. From it, we found Simon Keyes' fingerprints."
Debeste:
The victim carried a chessboard. From it, we found Simon Keyes' fingerprints.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Surely, it wasn't you who discovered the fingerprints.
Debeste:
Hey, I'm just a prosecutor, aren't I? I leave that stuff to the forensics team.
Edgeworth:
(These fingerprints could be a problem, but wasn't the chessboard originally... Maybe I should take another look at the evidence.)
Debeste:
Precisely. You seem to be well-versed on this matter.
Kay:
He he he! Well, I happen to know a thing or two about prisons, y'know!
Edgeworth:
(What does she mean by that? I'll have to find out the details later.)
Debeste:
In any case, I peeked into the room from the window.
Present Chessboard
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Fingerprints found on the chessboard... Is that the ace up your sleeve?"
Debeste:
How's that? Perfectly simple, perfectly decisive... Right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What's perfectly simple and decisive is how flimsy your testimony is.
Debeste:
What are you saying? You just can't keep up with my train of thought!
Courtney:
It may be presumptuous of me, but allow me to explain. The fingerprints found at the scene belonged to the guards and the prisoners. And the only ones that "should not have existed" belonged to Simon Keyes.
Debeste:
Yes! Exaaaaactly! Do you get it now, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(The real question is, do YOU get it...!?)
Change statement:
"How's that? Perfectly simple, perfectly decisive... Right?" to "The other prints belonged to the victim and the guards. Yes, only Simon's prints are unnatural!"
Debeste:
The other prints belonged to the victim and the guards. Yes, only Simon's prints are unnatural!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If there are other people's fingerprints then there should be more suspects!
Debeste:
Wah hah hah... I'm afraid that's not possible.
Edgeworth:
...And why is that?
Courtney:
Certainly, if not for Simon Keyes' prints, there would have been more suspects. However, his fingerprints "should not have existed".
Debeste:
Th-That's right! After all, Simon... is...
Courtney:
Is neither a prisoner nor a guard. So naturally, he wouldn't have been allowed into the prison. And yet he left his fingerprints. I think that's enough reason for an arrest... Wouldn't you say?
Debeste:
Yes! Well done, Justine!
Courtney:
You're welcome.
Debeste:
Of course, I was the first to notice it because I'm the Best.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
First one to notice? Do you have any proof?
Debeste:
I noticed it the very instant I saw the crime scene! Faster than the speed of light! That's the best kind of proof!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... And what does that prove?
Debeste:
Wah hah hah! You still don't understand. But, don't feel too bad. You're simply not "The Best", unlike me!
Edgeworth:
(I don't think I want to understand...)
Change statement:
"Of course, I was the first to notice it because I'm the Best." to "My reasoning is faster than light. It'd take you a light year to get it. In short, I am the Best!"
Debeste:
My reasoning is faster than light. It'd take you a light year to get it. In short, I am the Best!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You do realize that a light year is not a measure of time?
Debeste:
Oh...? ......Uhh...?
Courtney:
Sebastian, a light year is a unit of distance.
Debeste:
......Oh, right.
Edgeworth:
(What! This isn't the time for this...!)
Edgeworth:
........ (What is he saying...)
Kay:
It's really vague and hard to understand...
Edgeworth:
First, I'll have to teach him how to speak a language people can understand.
Kay:
Teach it to him, Professor Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Fingerprints found on the chessboard... Is that the ace up your sleeve?
Debeste:
Ace in my sleeve? ...Oh! Ace up my sleeve...!? Yes! The methods I use are always "The Best". This ace is my trump card!
Edgeworth:
Well then, allow me to show you that it is not, in fact, a trump card at all. Simon Keyes was the one who sent this chessboard to the victim in the first place... So, it's only natural some of his prints would be left on it.
Debeste:
.......... Aaaaagh!
Edgeworth:
(...That took way too long.) These fingerprints are hardly decisive evidence. Perhaps your arrest was a little too rash?
Debeste:
Rash......
Edgeworth:
To begin with, this incident occurred in the detention center and the prison. To suspect Simon just because he isn't a prisoner or a guard is a little unreasonable...
Debeste:
Aaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What? (What's with him all of a sudden...)
Debeste:
Wah hah hah hah. I finally get what you're trying to say. Rash... You mean we were too quick to arrest the guy, right?
Edgeworth:
(He was stuck on that!?)
Debeste:
Sure, I was the first to lay eyes on him. And I was the first to notice the evidence. That was even faster. But, I am not rash! Sure, Simon Keyes isn't a guard or a prisoner. But...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
...Sebastian.
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney...!)
Debeste:
Wh-What are you doing Justine! Don't butt in like that.
Courtney:
Pardon me, Sebastian. Yes, your words on the suspect are very interesting. However... Shouldn't you get to the "Best" part first?
Debeste:
The "Best" part...!
Courtney:
Why don't you tell them? About your wonderful reasoning regarding the murder weapon.
Debeste:
.....Good one, Justine. Nice suggestion. Mr. Edgeworth, listen to my first-rate reasoning!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Will this reasoning explain why you arrested Mr. Keyes?
Debeste:
I'm sure it will meet your expectations.
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney just changed the flow of the conversation... Just what is she planning?)
-- Murder Weapon's Location --
Debeste:
It's obvious the murder weapon was a sharp metal object!
However, the prison maintains strict control over potentially lethal items.
So... That's why I've reasoned that the murder weapon was brought in from the outside.
Yes. It was hidden inside that chess board.
And since only the victim and the suspect's fingerprints were found on the chessboard...
Isn't it obvious who brought and used the murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
(At least it's clearer than his last testimony...)
Debeste:
It's Debeste reasoning you can get from Prosecutor The Best. How do you like that?
Edgeworth:
(Now he's mixing up "the best" with his own name...)
Kay:
But, could someone really hide a weapon inside a gift sent to a prisoner?
Debeste:
He he. You'll find a good place if you examine the inside of the chessboard.
Edgeworth:
(Inside the chessboard? Is there some place to hide a weapon...)
Examine lock
Leads to:
"As I thought, there are only chess pieces inside."
Edgeworth:
As I thought, there are only chess pieces inside.
Debeste:
He he he...
Kay:
Wow. What an annoying laugh...
Edgeworth:
(Inside the chessboard, huh. Perhaps I should examine it a bit further.)
Examine top panel
Leads to:
"This is...! (The top panel is removable.)"
Edgeworth:
This is...! (The top panel is removable.)
Kay:
It's quite deep.
Edgeworth:
Yes. There's more than enough room to hide a small knife.
Debeste:
Understand now? This is how the culprit smuggled in the...
Examine evidence
Top panel on inside of Chessboard
Edgeworth:
Let's see, the top panel can be removed, like so...
Empty space on inside of Chessboard
Kay:
This hidden compartment is quite deep! I could hide my secret savings in there!
Edgeworth:
Do you even have any savings to hide?
Kay:
Let's not talk about that...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph......
Debeste:
Hmph! What's with the "hmph"! I wasn't even finished!
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Debeste, there is something you have forgotten. There's a gate at the entrance of the detention center!
Debeste:
...Eh? Well, there is, but...
Courtney:
He means the security gates with the metal detectors, Sebastian. We had to pass through the same check when we entered the prison, remember?
Debeste:
Ah... Aaaah! Yeah! That's it! I remember now!
Edgeworth:
(It looks like he completely forgot.) It would be impossible to smuggle a sharp metal object into the detention center. Therefore, your reasoning never held, even from the very beginning!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
That gate is only used on people. In other words, packages sent to the detention center undergo a simpler check.
Edgeworth:
...So they don't use a metal detector for that?
Courtney:
This never should have happened... It seems the guards were too careless.
Chessboard data updated in my Organizer.
Security Gate data jotted down in my Organizer.
Debeste:
Right, Justine. Thanks for the assist.
Courtney:
You're welcome. Now then, Prosecutor Edgeworth, your cross-examination, if you please.
Edgeworth:
(Cross-examination. It's as if we were in the courtroom. ...Very well, his reasoning... Let's see how long it will hold up under pressure!)
Rebuttal
-- Murder Weapon's Location --
Debeste:
It's obvious the murder weapon was a sharp metal object!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
A sharp metal object... Do you have proof of that?
Debeste:
Didn't you see the victim's wound, worthless prosecutor? The fatal blow was a stab to the throat! And a knife perfectly matches up with that! There can be no other explanation!
Edgeworth:
(Hm... It seems they don't know about that piece of "information" yet.)
Debeste:
Wah hah hah... Nothing to say? Speechless, aren't you, Mr. Edgeworth! Right, next! There is plenty more to my reasoning!
Debeste:
However, the prison maintains strict control over potentially lethal items.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Even with the strict control, there were still some items that could be used, right?
Debeste:
W-Well, yeah... Things like grooming scissors...
Courtney:
Of course, there's more to this. Right, Sebastian?
Debeste:
E-Exactly! At the time of the incident, only one was being borrowed! However, there was no reaction when we tested it for blood!
Edgeworth:
(Those would be the scissors Mr. Sahwit was practicing with.)
Debeste:
So, the inside of the prison was completely clear of sharp implements!
Debeste:
So... That's why I've reasoned that the murder weapon was brought in from the outside.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Can you be more specific about where it came from?
Debeste:
Of course I can! It didn't come from inside the prison!
Edgeworth:
(Is he trying to sound smart?)
Courtney:
Simon Keyes brought it in. That's what we mean.
Debeste:
Mr. Edgeworth... Can't you even figure that much out? I'm disappointed in you!
Edgeworth:
(And you've disappointed me from the start.)
Debeste:
So Simon brought the murder weapon. But how, you ask?
Debeste:
Yes. It was hidden inside that chess board.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
No weapon was found at the crime scene. Not even inside the chessboard. So where did the murder weapon disappear to... I'd like to hear your answer to that.
Debeste:
Th-That's... Well, after the crime, the culprit must have hidden it somewhere in the prison.
Edgeworth:
(Is there a problem with the statement Debeste just made?)
There is a problem
Leads to:
"The murder weapon is hidden inside the prison? ...I don't think so."
There is no problem
Edgeworth:
(No... There doesn't appear to be a problem.) Mr. Debeste. Could you continue your testimony?
Debeste:
Oh! Err... What was I saying again? Oh, yeah. The murder weapon was hidden inside the chessboard.
Debeste:
And since only the victim and the suspect's fingerprints were found on the chessboard...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was it really just their fingerprints you found?
Debeste:
Hmph. My pops always says... "You may be foolish in youth, but you must not be stupid."
Edgeworth:
...?
Debeste:
I'm not stupid!
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What... Was that... uh...?)
Courtney:
He means he's not stupid enough to tell a lie.
Debeste:
......Oh? I-I-I, I knew that! I'm not stupid enough to lie! So the fingerprints are the honest truth!
Debeste:
Isn't it obvious who brought and used the murder weapon?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, can you tell us exactly "who" this person was?
Debeste:
Wah hah hah... The culprit..... is YOU!
Kay:
Err, Simon isn't here...
Debeste:
.........
Edgeworth:
Such a pitiful man. We'd best go gently on him.
Kay:
I see. I just wanted to tease him!
Debeste:
......... D-Don't make fun of meeeeeee!
Kay:
That last testimony sure seemed like faulty reasoning.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney helped him out... No, the argument was entirely her own reasoning.
Ray:
In that case, this'll be tough. Got anything up your sleeve, Miles?
Edgeworth:
Of course. They don't know all the facts. This reasoning doesn't appear to have any weak points at first glance, but...
Ray:
But on closer inspection, there is a hole, right?
Edgeworth:
(I should press them to draw out more information, then find the hole in their logic. I'll strike first and take hold of any clues I find...!)
Edgeworth:
The murder weapon is hidden inside the prison? ...I don't think so. It's clear from this piece of evidence. (What shows that the murder weapon can't be inside the prison?)
Present Prison Investigation
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Have you completely forgotten your own actions?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Debeste:
Whaaaaat! That's your proof!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. This makes it clear.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Sebastian. That doesn't prove a thing.
Debeste:
Oh... Ooooh! I knew it!
Edgeworth:
Gah! (That wasn't right after all...)
Debeste:
Well then, if you have proof, then hurry up and show us!
Edgeworth:
(I must have evidence that shows the murder weapon is not inside the prison.) Mr. Debeste. This evidence proves it.
Leads back to:
"(What shows that the murder weapon can't be inside the prison?)"
Edgeworth:
Have you completely forgotten your own actions? You, along with Warden Roland, conducted a search of the prison. But, you did not find the murder weapon, right?
Debeste:
Th-That's..... We must have overlooked something!
Kay:
This guy just completely contradicted himself!
Edgeworth:
You carried out such a sloppy investigation? I'm amazed that you call yourself "The Best".
Debeste:
Are you mocking me...!?
Courtney:
...Sebastian.
Debeste:
!
Courtney:
Please calm yourself. Don't get caught up in the opponent's pace.
Debeste:
.....I'm fine, Justine. Did you really think Debeste prosecutor would be shaken by someone Miles behind him?
Edgeworth:
(I wish he'd stop messing around with other people's names...)
Kay:
Oh, in that case, Kay Faraday is far, Farahead!
Edgeworth:
Kay, don't you get caught up in this too!
Debeste:
Yes. If my best investigation didn't find anything... ...then there must not have been a single weapon in the prison! In that case, there's only one possibility! The criminal must have taken the murder weapon with him when he left the prison! So it's only natural we didn't find it in there. Yeah.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There was no way that the culprit could have brought the weapon out of the prison! And this piece of evidence shows why!
Present Security Gate
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Have you completely forgotten your own testimony?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Debeste:
D... Does that show why the weapon couldn't have been brought out of the prison!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. This is definitive proof that the weapon was not brought inside!
Debeste:
When you say it like that, it has to be true!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Your evidence does not have that kind of meaning.
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (Bluffing is no use here... The reason the weapon could not have been brought out of the prison... If you consider where you must pass through to exit the prison, the answer should be clear.)
Leads back to:
"There was no way that the culprit could have brought the weapon out of the prison!"
Edgeworth:
Have you completely forgotten your own testimony?
Debeste:
Y-You! That's twice you've insulted me!
Edgeworth:
Oh? It seems you remember what I said earlier. But you'd do well to remember further than that.
Debeste:
...! What is that!?
Kay:
Th-This guy, he really doesn't remember anything?
Edgeworth:
It seems that way... The detention center and the prison are equipped with security gates. Anyone leaving must pass through these gates. Gates... equipped with metal detectors.
Debeste:
Aaaah! That's what you...!
Kay:
Looks like he remembers now.
Edgeworth:
Yes. There's no way someone could have brought the murder weapon through those gates. And so the criminal could not have taken it out of the prison either!
Debeste:
Aaaaaaaaaaah!
Courtney:
So then, Prosecutor Edgeworth... Do you know where this murder weapon went to?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps the weapon is still inside the prison?
Debeste:
But, we couldn't find it anywhere in the prison!
Edgeworth:
The reason you didn't find it... ...is because you believed it to be a sharp metal object.
Kay:
We saw the very moment when Mr. Knightley was attacked, after all!
Courtney:
If you can say that much, then perhaps you could enlighten us. What would you say is the murder weapon in this case?
Edgeworth:
From this piece of evidence, the murder weapon of this case becomes obvious.
Present Black Dog or Security Footage
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here is footage from a security camera. It shows one of the cells in the detention center..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Debeste:
What's that? Does this point out the murder weapon in this case!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Being "The Best", shouldn't you understand what this evidence means?
Debeste:
O-Oh! O... Obviously!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Sebastian, don't be deceived.
Edgeworth:
Gah! (I knew she'd see through it...)
Courtney:
As I thought, you don't have proof after all.
Edgeworth:
No. I do have evidence that shows the murder weapon for this case!
Kay:
We saw the very moment when Mr. Knightley was attacked, after all!
Leads back to:
"From this piece of evidence, the murder weapon of this case becomes obvious."
Edgeworth:
Here is footage from a security camera. It shows one of the cells in the detention center... See it with your own eyes!
Debeste:
What! Th-This is! It can't be!
Edgeworth:
This tape clearly shows the moment the victim was attacked by a black dog. I believe this is sufficient proof, wouldn't you say?
Courtney:
...Indeed, this is vital evidence.
Edgeworth:
Horace Knightley was killed in the detention center, by that dog! After that, the body was moved to the prison workroom. Our witness claims to have seen a dog in the workroom when the body was found. Of course, a dog couldn't have planned this crime on its own. However, there is someone who could have...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
...That's enough. Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney...?
Courtney:
It's true this camera footage is vital evidence. However, there is something else you must prove. Actually, you've already noticed it, haven't you?
Edgeworth:
(...It's just as she says. There is still a huge flaw in my reasoning.)
Courtney:
If that black dog is a prisoner's pet... ...how was it able to move between the detention center and prison?
Debeste:
......Ah!
Kay:
What will we do, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
I still don't know how the dog managed to move from one place to the other...
Debeste:
I knew it...
Kay:
What! You're one to talk! You don't know either!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
If you do not solve this mystery, I'm afraid I cannot accept your logic. If this was a real courtroom, I would call for a recess now.
Edgeworth:
Wha-! Wait! I'm not finished yet!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Court has been adjourned. Leave at once.
Edgeworth:
(This isn't a courtroom!)
Courtney:
Well then, as I said, court is adjourned...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I can't prove my argument, but isn't it the same case with Mr. Keyes?
Courtney:
Whatever do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Just as I don't know how the dog entered the detention center... ...you also don't know how Simon Keyes entered the detention center and prison. Although he came to visit the victim, he was an outsider to the prison. Don't you think it would be difficult for him to commit a crime inside the prison?
Courtney:
........
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Now the burden of proof lies with you. Show us evidence that Simon Keyes entered the prison!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
........Ha ha. You want me to present evidence? I'm happy to oblige.
Edgeworth:
What?! (Does she really have evidence?)
Courtney:
It's about time I told you. Now that I know the basis of your reasoning, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(What is she thinking?)
Courtney:
It seems you don't even know Simon Keyes' real occupation... He is a circus performer.
Edgeworth:
A c-circus performer?
Courtney:
Yes. Have you ever heard of the Berry Big Circus?
Edgeworth:
Circus... Aaaaah!
Roland:
But of course! Yesterday was a day that I wouldn't have missed for the world!
Edgeworth:
"Wouldn't have missed for the world"? Did you have some kind of important meeting...?
Roland:
Oh heavens, no! I despise meetings! It was the Animal Show, of course!
Courtney:
It seems you've realized. On the day of the incident, an Animal Show was being performed at the prison. And the show was put on by the Berry Big Circus.
Kay:
S-So then! Do you mean, Simon is...
Courtney:
Simon Keyes entered the prison as a staff member of the Animal Show. That, we know for a fact.
Edgeworth:
N-Nuguoooooh! (Th-This woman! She's been concealing this fact the whole time! She only planned to reveal it after hearing my reasoning! Come to think of it...)
Debeste:
Wh-What are you doing Justine! Don't butt in like that.
Courtney:
Pardon me, Sebastian. Yes, your words on the suspect are very interesting. However... Shouldn't you get to the "Best" part first?
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Debeste was going to say it then, but she stopped him!)
Debeste:
Wah hah hah hah! How do you like that, worthless prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
You didn't do anything!
Courtney:
Well then, now it really is time for a recess. I'll end with some advice. I had already doubted your abilities as a prosecutor... ...which is why I relieved you of your authority. You'd best not forget that...
Edgeworth:
...What are you trying to say?
Courtney:
The P.I.C. can still take away your badge. If you value your badge, I'd advise you not to show your face before me again.
Edgeworth:
...Is that a threat?
Courtney:
The Goddess of Law is merciful, but that doesn't mean you can get away with everything. And one more thing... I must digress. I suggest you stop with this defense attorney act.
Edgeworth:
...That's none of your concern. I don't intend to abandon a case I am involved in so easily.
Courtney:
For defense attorneys, a relationship of mutual trust with their client is vital. It is very different from the way of the prosecutor... In any case... you didn't even know about your client's occupation.
Edgeworth:
Ngh!
Courtney:
Well then, I must be going. May the blessings of the Goddess of Law be upon you.
Kay:
Did Simon... lie to us...?
Ray:
It seems he lied to Uncle Ray too. This complicates matters. Why'd he do that?
Edgeworth:
......
Ray:
Hey, hey, Miles. Don't tell me you've got cold feet already? Courtney-pie is quite a handful, but giving up is still uncool. A defense attorney's creed is to never give up. Remember, you're my assistant.
Edgeworth:
...Of course, I don't plan on giving up either. It's just... My theory that he couldn't enter the prison no longer holds. It looks like we'll have to investigate once more.
To be continued.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right... I need to reconsider the information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information. I need to think this over one more time.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Jay Elbird)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Elbird. I'd like you to take a look at this piece of evidence.
Kay:
It looks like Mr. Elbird's busy chasing a fly! He's not listening at all!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... (He doesn't feel like listening...) In that case, I'll make him pay attention with a straight punch!
Kay:
Yeah, let's settle this!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Jay Elbird)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Elbird. Your testimony contradicts this piece of evidence!
Elbird:
Your fists are pathetic! You think you can break my guard with that jab!
Edgeworth:
Nggh! That was supposed to be a hard straight punch...
Kay:
Looks like he dodged it cleanly!
Edgeworth:
I won't miss next time!
Kay:
Let's go for the T.K.O.!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Frank Sahwit)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Sahwit. I would like for you to have a look at this piece of evidence.
Sahwit:
Is there a problem with this evidence?
Edgeworth:
Doesn't it show that there is a contradiction in your testimony?
Sahwit:
I do not particularly think so...
Edgeworth:
Argh! (Looks like I was wrong...)
Kay:
What's the matter? That wasn't like you at all!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I was merely probing for answers.
Kay:
C'mon, you can drop the "cool guy" act!
Edgeworth:
(It's not an act!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Frank Sahwit)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Sahwit. Your testimony contradicts this piece of evidence!
Sahwit:
A contradiction... you say? I am not sure I understand what you mean... Are you not merely making a blind guess?
Edgeworth:
...Urgh!
Ray:
He saw right through your bluff, didn't he? But you can't give up after a couple of failures, Miles!
Edgeworth:
Yes... I know. (And now he's trying to console me...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sebastian Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. What do you think about this piece of evidence?
Debeste:
Why are you asking for my opinion?
Edgeworth:
Don't you see? This evidence contradicts your testimony!
Debeste:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAT!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I don't believe this evidence has that kind of meaning.
Debeste:
Eh! Is that right?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... (With Judge Courtney here...)
Courtney:
Also, you don't need to yell >Objection!Edgeworth:
Hmph... You don't need to tell me that.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sebastian Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. There is a contradiction in your statement!
Debeste:
Eh! Is that true, Justine?
Courtney:
It is not, Sebastian. It is Prosecutor Edgeworth's statement that is contradictory.
Debeste:
Of course! There's no way there could be a contradiction in my argument!
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (Isn't it full of contradictions!? My real problem is her rather than Mr. Debeste...)
Too many penalties
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Jay Elbird)
Elbird:
...You're holding up my exercise! Get outta the ring!
Edgeworth:
Sh-Shoot... I messed up!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Frank Sahwit)
Sahwit:
I must excuse myself now. I have other appointments.
Edgeworth:
Sh-shoot... I messed up!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
The Imprisoned Turnabout
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Part 1
Part 2
March 28, 3:02 PMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Simon:
........
Edgeworth:
Why did you not mention that beforehand?
Simon:
No! ...But I did! Um... What didn't I mention?
Kay:
That you're a member of the Berry Big Circus.
Simon:
No! It's just that, you know! I'm not! I can't call myself a member yet. I'm just a new recruit!
Edgeworth:
Regardless, that still makes you a member!
Simon:
Eek!
Kay:
So why didn't you tell us that before?
Simon:
If I had told you I was part of the circus, it would've made me look suspicious, right?! Since I also knew Knightley and all that. I didn't think anyone would believe what I had to say... Not even you guys, Kay.
Edgeworth:
Didn't we promise to believe in you?
Simon:
But M-Mr. Edgeworth! You're just... kinda scary...
Ray:
Man, you're just terrible at getting info from people. Aren't cha, Miles?
Edgeworth:
(...Hmph. That's none of your concern. Looks like we need to have a talk with him again...)
Kay:
So, um, what did you do in the circus, Simon?
Simon:
I guess you could say I'm a wild animal tamer. I'm still just an apprentice though...
Kay:
Wow, that's incredible! So you command lions and tigers to do your bidding, right?
Simon:
Nuh-uh! Nothing crazy like that! Nowaynowaynowaynoway! My partner is this little guy right here.
Edgeworth:
(...And that makes you a wild animal tamer?)
Ray:
He's more like an organ grinder than a wild animal tamer... He he he.
Simon:
Hey, Money! Cut that out! He can be quite a handful sometimes.
Edgeworth:
(I thought organ grinders controlled their monkeys, not the other way around...)
Berry Big Circus
Edgeworth:
Yesterday, you told us you were just a regular employee, correct?
Simon:
E-Even if I'm a member of the circus, I'm still legally an employee... We're just like any regular company. The ringleader is the boss and I'm just a grunt. I even have a supervisor... She's the head of the Wild Animal Tamer Division. No matter what kind of fierce creature, they all immediately follow her every command.
Ray:
He he he. She might even be able to get a handle on Miles here.
Edgeworth:
(I am not a wild animal.) Did you and your supervisor take part in the Animal Show here at the prison?
Simon:
Yeah, it was just us two. It was only a small operation this time around. Basically, my supervisor takes center stage and I take care of all the dirty work. Well, I did have a tiny part in the performance...
Edgeworth:
(So there are only two members of the circus that are related to this case.)
Your movements (appears after Berry Big Circus)
Edgeworth:
So, can you tell me about your movements around the prison?
Simon:
OK. I went to meet Knightley two days ago around noon.
Edgeworth:
And that's when you gave him the chessboard?
Simon:
That's right. And then that night, I started setting up the stage in the courtyard. It was pretty tough going back and forth moving all the crates by myself... I left everything in... Workroom A, I think. Just temporary storage.
Edgeworth:
(Workroom A... That's where the body was discovered.)
Kay:
Didn't your supervisor help you at all?
Simon:
No way! I can't let her do anything like that! That's my job. After I got everything ready, we started rehearsing. When we left, it was almost midnight. The show was set to start at 8 AM the next day and go on until 10 AM.
Edgeworth:
(The only one who went in and out of where the body was found is Mr. Keyes... And then the body was found just before the show ended.)
Reasons for arrest (appears after Your movements)
Leads to:
"Do you happen to know why you were arrested?"
Present
Hound Piece
Simon:
Wh-What is that? Is that a Cerberus carving?
Edgeworth:
Not quite, but you're not far off.
Simon:
I-It's impossible! Even if I'm an animal tamer... ...I only just started recently, there's no way I could tame such a beast... Absolutely nowaynowaynoway!
Edgeworth:
(How does he see this tiny chess piece in such a fashion...)
Knightley's Memo
Simon:
Knightley told me it was real tough on him not being able to play chess... ...so when he found someone to play with, he seemed really happy.
Edgeworth:
So this memo contains a record of moves for a correspondence chess game. (As someone who is also fond of the game, he had an admirable enthusiasm.)
Edgeworth:
Do you happen to know why you were arrested?
Ray:
It's weird how it happened so fast. I don't think that DaPest guy would just have you arrested on a whim.
Edgeworth:
(I wouldn't put it past him though...)
Simon:
Well, maybe it's because... of that. When I was moving the crates, I decided to go check up on him. You know, Knightley...
Edgeworth:
Y-You went directly into the detention block? Did you have permission?
Simon:
No... I had to sneak in. It wasn't a formal visit or anything...
Edgeworth:
Didn't you already see him two days ago? Why would you go and do such a thing...?
Simon:
Well, we're the only friends either of us has had since childhood... He was... the same as me. We never had real families. I just wanted to talk with him for a bit, so I went to see him.
Edgeworth:
...Hm? You didn't have a family?
Simon:
Um... When I was younger, I lost the only family I had, my father...
Edgeworth:
(So is that it? I know all too well how it feels to lose your father at a young age...)
Kay:
So you're the same as Mr. Edgeworth and me...
Edgeworth:
...So it was just the two of you talking at that time?
Simon:
Yes. All the other cells were empty and there weren't any guards nearby either.
Ray:
He he he, but then you got found out, and that's why they suspected you.
Simon:
What!? What!? Did I do something really bad?
Edgeworth:
(Something must have happened while Mr. Keyes and Knightley were alone... That's probably Debeste's logic.) It seems that we'll need to talk with your supervisor as well.
Simon:
She should be here today, too. Probably in the courtyard. Ooh... I'm sorry it turned out like this, Boss...
Kay:
Simon! If there's anything we can to do help, just tell us!
Simon:
What? What? B-But, I can't do anything in return...
Kay:
Don't you worry about that. We're your allies! That's because... we're like birds of a feather! Right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(Birds of a feather, huh? ...I suppose that's true.) We have sufficient information about your past. I doubt you had a motive to kill Knightley. Rather, you are probably the most affected by his death. And I doubt someone as timid as you could work up the courage to murder someone. Alright. I'll get you out of here. ...We'll believe in you.
Ray:
Well, what do we have here? Starting to get a hang of the whole defense attorney gig? You sounded a bit like your old man just now.
Edgeworth:
(...Hm. Me... Sound like my father?)
Ray:
He he he. He would say, "The defense attorney's job is to be an ally to the deserted." If you're going to ride that stallion into the sunrise, wait for me, I want in too!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields... I think you mean "sunset".
Ray:
He he he. Yeah, of course. It was just a joke! Want some candy?
Simon:
N-No, thank you. I don't like sweets.
Ray:
Oh, really? What a shame.
Kay:
What's wrong with the sunrise? The legendary Yatagarasu is all about the sun! Since the sunlight always exposes the truth!
Edgeworth:
(Good grief...) For now, let's just head to the prison courtyard and see what we can find there.
Prison - Hallway
Kay:
Ah! The shutter is open!
Edgeworth:
Yes. It looks like that way leads to the courtyard.
Kay:
So what are we waitin' for? C'mon, let's get a move on!
Edgeworth:
(Hmph... She's certainly in high spirits.)
March 28, 3:37 PMPrisonCourtyard
Edgeworth:
(So this is the courtyard...) Just before the body was discovered, the Animal Show was held here.
Kay:
It looks just like a carnival! Man, I bet it was lots of fun!
Edgeworth:
(The prisoners were gathered here when the body was found. So that means whoever saw the show has an alibi...)
Floor Plans updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(We should start by checking the area for...)
Kay:
Eeeeeek!
Edgeworth:
Kay!
Kay:
C-C-Cut it out, you! Help me, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Y-You there! Stop right this instant!
Kay:
Ow ow ow ow ow! Someone, anyone! Help!
???:
Down! Astique! Down!
Kay:
Wh-Who are...?
???:
Looks like you found a new playmate. Good for you, Astique!
Kay:
It wasn't playing around! It was about to eat me!
???:
Huh? No way, that's impossible. This child doesn't bite. ...Often.
Edgeworth:
(Often, huh?)
???:
People normally never get to play with an elephant up close. Isn't it wonderful?
Kay:
No, it's not!
???:
It's wonderful... right?
Ray:
It was simply marvelous, little lady.
Edgeworth:
(M-Mr. Shields...)
???:
Really?! Oh, that makes me so happy!
Ray:
So how about a hug... as thanks? Hey! Watch where you swing that thing! Weren't you taught not to hit people with your trunk?
???:
Ha ha ha! It looks like Astique is friends with everyone!
Edgeworth:
I am... an assistant of this defense attorney. My name is Miles Edgeworth.
Regina:
Ah! I haven't introduced myself yet! I'm Regina Berry! Nice to meet ya!
Kay:
I'm the Great Thief and defense attorney's assistant's assistant, Kay Faraday!
Edgeworth:
(That's a rather complicated job title...)
Kay:
And the one playing with Mr. Elephant is the defense attorney, Mr. Ray Shields.
Regina:
It's not "Mr. Elephant". It's Astique, the fantastic Asian elephant!
Kay:
You're incredible, Regina! You made Astique stop right already!
Regina:
Well, I'm a wild animal tamer, after all.
Kay:
Really!? Then, you must be Simon's supervisor...
Regina:
Yep! I'm the head of the Berry Big Circus Wild Animal Tamer Division. The one and only Regina Berry!
Ray:
It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm ace attorney, Ray Shields.
Edgeworth:
(...It looks like he's the one she has a handle on.)
Kay:
......Hmmm. Yes, she's perfect!
Edgeworth:
What are you mumbling about, Kay?
Kay:
Look at her! She's energetic, fun-loving and healthy! She could be the new member of the Yatagarasu... She'd be perfect as a Great Thief!
Regina:
...A Great Thief? That sounds like fun! We could make a huge ruckus with the animals!
Kay:
Ah! You can't make a ruckus! A Great Thief is supposed to be quiet and sneaky-like...
Regina:
But the show needs to have flash! Being quiet is... kinda boring.
Kay:
Aww. I guess she's not very thief-like after all...
Edgeworth:
(...It seems there has been a breakdown in negotiations.)
Kay:
Alright, let's get started, Mr. Edgeworth! Let's check out anything that looks suspicious! We'll even look through the barbed wire if we have to.
Edgeworth:
Yes, we need to gather more information about the case. We should also try talking with anyone connected to the case.
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
The Animal Show
Kay:
Man! It's such a shame!
Edgeworth:
...What is?
Kay:
I should have joined the circus! I just know my amazing rope escapes would have received standing ovations!
Edgeworth:
...That's a shame indeed.
Kay:
All that's left for me now, is to solve this case... And take part in their next show! Come on! Let's hurry and finish collecting information!
Edgeworth:
R-Right.
Frank Sahwit (appears after talking with Frank Sahwit)
Kay:
Being an animal groomer seems kinda fun. Ah, Mr. Edgeworth. Could I interest you in a mud pack facial?
Edgeworth:
Absolutely not.
Kay:
There's no need to hold back. See? We've got a rubber glove right here.
Edgeworth:
Stop playing around with the evidence! ...Hm? (The mud on this rubber glove...)
Kay:
Huh, is something wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Are you really mad at me?
Edgeworth:
No. Kay. You've done some fine work.
Kay:
Eh? Uh, Ah... I know, right? Eheheh!
Edgeworth:
(Looks like I'll need to have a talk with Mr. Sahwit...)
Present
Security Gate
Kay:
Can metal detectors detect all types of metals?
Edgeworth:
A high-end model should be able to. However, there are certain metals that may be difficult to detect.
Kay:
Ho ho, such as?
Edgeworth:
Objects without a magnetic field seem to be harder to detect.
Kay:
I see, I see! As expected of Mr. Edgeworth! I've learned a lot!
Edgeworth:
(I probably shouldn't be teaching this kind of stuff to a Great Thief...)
Barbed wire wall
Kay:
"DANGER! High Voltage"! These signs really do exist! On the other side, you can see what appears to be the detention center's garden!
Edgeworth:
(It's just as Warden Roland said, you can see the garden from her office.)
Kay:
If it weren't for this barbed wire, we could take a look at the garden on the other side!
Edgeworth:
That is Warden Roland's prized garden, I doubt she'd let us in so easily.
Lake
Kay:
*rrribbit!*
Edgeworth:
...What are you doing?
Kay:
Don't you know? If you croak like a frog at a pond, they will come towards you.
Edgeworth:
...The only things that are coming towards you are the water striders.
Kay:
Water striders are so cool! They're like ninjas! They glide gracefully on top of the water...! I wish I could do that.
Edgeworth:
...What about the frogs?
Astique
Edgeworth:
It's the Berry Big Circus's Asian elephant, Astique. Supposedly, very friendly with humans...
Astique:
.........
Edgeworth:
(Doesn't seem very friendly.)
Kay:
It's your stern gaze, Mr. Edgeworth. It must think you're the boss.
Edgeworth:
...Are you comparing me to an animal?
Kay:
That's not what I meant. Umm... I think it approves of you.
Edgeworth:
...That doesn't make me the least bit happy.
Raymond Shields
Ray:
Hm? What's the matter?
The Animal Show
Ray:
This is nice. It feels like a dream.
Edgeworth:
A circus performance can be considered an art form.
Ray:
My pounding heart. It's beating with excitement.
Edgeworth:
It's not everyday you get to see what goes on inside a circus tent.
Ray:
Exactly. It sure makes me want to give it a big hug.
Edgeworth:
(Hug... The circus?)
Ray:
Having an Animal Show inside a place surrounded by barbed wire. It almost makes you forget that this is a prison facility.
Edgeworth:
(Barbed wire, huh... I'll need to inspect every last inch of this prison.)
Ray:
We didn't see the Animal Show, but the stage and the equipment are still here.
Edgeworth:
(I should examine the remnants of the show. It could be useful to our investigation.)
Ray:
...Miles. Please don't ignore your Uncle Ray like that.
Regina Berry
Ray:
Uncle Ray's feeling faint! I've never seen such dreamy eyes.
Edgeworth:
She... does seem to have an enchanting presence.
Ray:
Exactly. I feel like I must obey her! I wonder if she cracks a whip when she's taming her animals. With those sparkling eyes she'll say, "Down boy!"
Edgeworth:
If that's what you're after, I have someone in mind...
Ray:
Ehh! You know someone like that! You must introduce me, Miles!
Edgeworth:
(She's the whip carrying demon from the prosecutor's bench...)
Cart
Edgeworth:
It's a wicker crate... No, there are tires attached to it, so I guess it's a cart.
Kay:
*sniff* *sniff*... It kinda smells like animals.
Edgeworth:
They probably use this instead of a hand trolley at the circus.
Kay:
Just once, I'd like to ride one of these bad boys down a hill.
Edgeworth:
........
Kay:
Ah! Or maybe one of those office chairs with wheels, doesn't that sound like fun?
Edgeworth:
(What... is she talking about?)
Red door
Edgeworth:
That door is locked.
Kay:
Want me to pick the lock? Success is not guaranteed though!
Edgeworth:
No, if need be I'll just borrow a key.
Kay:
Sheesh. I thought it was finally a chance for me to steal the spotlight.
Edgeworth:
Don't even think about stealing anything in my presence... Not even the spotlight.
Regina Berry
Regina Berry
Edgeworth:
Head of the Wild Animal Tamer Division... Are you Mr. Keyes' supervisor?
Regina:
That's right. Berry Big Circus was created by my Daddy. But Daddy died in a murder incident...
Kay:
Y-Your... Dad is...
Regina:
But. After that... our current Ringmaster made the circus even bigger. The Ringmaster is Daddy's close friend. He's like a funny uncle.
Kay:
Wow! A funny uncle... That's great, Regina!
Regina:
Yup. Uncle Moe established the Wild Animal Tamer, Magic, and Ventriloquist Divisions. Only the Wild Animal Tamer and Ventriloquist Divisions have subordinates though. Berry Big Circus is going to become even more fabulous!
Kay:
Yes, yes! That sounds amazing!
Edgeworth:
(The way these two are carrying on... I'd hate to put a damper on things.)
The Animal Show (appears after Regina Berry)
Edgeworth:
Could you tell us about the Animal Show?
Regina:
It's an amazing show! It has a storyline and everything. What's more... It's a love story. Doesn't that sound wonderful?
Ray:
He he he. Very nice. Are you the heroine, Regina-pie?
Regina:
Nope, The heroine of this show is Astique! And her partner is Regent the tiger! It's about the forbidden love between an elephant and a tiger!
Ray:
E-Elephant and tiger? ...Forbidden love?
Regina:
That's right! It's what they call a love triangle! Isn't it romantic?
Kay:
It sounds amazing. Right, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
(Heroine... Astique is a female elephant?)
Ray:
Umm. Since it's a love triangle, shouldn't there be one more animal involved?
Regina:
Yup. The third animal. He's the one who interferes with the love between Astique and Regent.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. What do you think it is?
Edgeworth:
Well. Since it's a circus... Perhaps a lion?
Kay:
I think a crow would be nice.
Regina:
He he he. The third animal is a naughty little monkey!
Edgeworth:
(The scale suddenly got smaller.)
Kay:
Ah! Money the monkey!
Regina:
Nope. The one who plays the role of the monkey is Simon. Money is a little too small. He's like the villain who tries to break up the love between Astique and Regent! How will Astique and Regent control their own destiny!? ...Isn't it wonderful?
Kay:
I... I guess.
Edgeworth:
I thought Mr. Keyes just did all the grunt work.
Regina:
Wouldn't you feel sorry for Simon if he didn't get to perform on stage?
The preparations (appears after The Animal Show)
Edgeworth:
Could you tell me about the preparations for the show?
Regina:
Simon handled everything... So I don't know that much about it. Simon insisted on it. He wanted me to focus on the show. I saw Simon doing something near the well though...
Edgeworth:
(The well... If I recall, it was behind the stage... I'd better go take a look at it later...)
Regina:
He even moved this giant cage all by himself. Simon is such a nice guy!
Kay:
Th-That... sounds like something Simon would do.
Edgeworth:
(While crying profusely.)
Regina:
During the preparations, Simon went back and forth between the workroom and the courtyard. We were using the workroom to store our equipment. Only Simon entered that room, so I don't know anything about it...
Edgeworth:
(The workroom... Was it the one where we found the dead body? So, Simon was the only one who entered workroom A?)
Kay:
Man. The bad news just keeps on coming.
Regina:
Mr. Lawyer, please promise me you'll help Simon.
Kay:
Don't worry! Despite his looks, Mr. Edgeworth is really amazing!
Edgeworth:
(Despite my looks... And just what is wrong with the way I look?)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Regina:
Umm... OK. I'll accept it.
Edgeworth:
? Hold it. Did I say anything about giving it to you?
Regina:
You're not giving it to me?
Edgeworth:
Of course not.
Regina:
.........................
Edgeworth:
...I'm sorry. It's my fault for presenting it to you.
Regina:
It's alright. I forgive you.
Edgeworth:
(Urk... Why am I apologizing to her!)
Black Dog
Regina:
Wow, what a cute doggy!
Edgeworth:
C-Cute... doggy?
Regina:
Yup! Ah, but this child... Won't play nice with others. From the look in his eyes, he only opens his heart to his master. I'm certain he's a good doggy though.
Edgeworth:
Oh...? You can tell that much just by looking at a picture?
Regina:
Of course! I'm the Head Animal Tamer, after all! Ah, Mr. Edgeworth also has the same eyes as that doggy!
Edgeworth:
Wha...! (My heart isn't closed off!)
Anything else
Regina:
Ah! Is this a present? Yay! I'm so happy.
Edgeworth:
No, that was not my intention...
Regina:
I'm sorry. Unless it's an animal, I can't tame it.
Edgeworth:
...That was also not my intention.
Stage
Edgeworth:
This is the stage where they put on the Animal Show.
Kay:
If I put on a Great Thief Show, I wonder if anyone would come?
Edgeworth:
I'm pretty sure the police would show up...
Well
Edgeworth:
This crude-looking well seems handcrafted. Was it built by the inmates?
Kay:
There are a bunch of tools lying around the well... A long piece of rope... And a heavy-looking weight! It weighs... 33 pounds. It says so right there! There's even a couple of pulleys!
Edgeworth:
Kay. Please stop touching other people's things.
Kay:
Stingy pants! I'm just checking stuff out, it's not like I'm going to take them home with me...
Edgeworth:
(Still, these tools... What were they used for?)
Frank Sahwit
Sahwit:
Ah, Mr. Attorney. How are we doing today?
Kay:
We're doing... hey! We just met a few moments ago!
Sahwit:
Please do forgive me. Ever since I've come here, I've been working on refining my speech.
Edgeworth:
(That's not the only thing that needs refining.)
Sahwit:
Right now, I'm helping out with the cleanup after the show. Ahh. But if there's anything you need, please let me know. You'll have my full cooperation.
Helping out the show
Sahwit:
I'm in the middle of volunteer work right now. As you can see, I am a model prisoner. I have been reborn inside this prison.
Edgeworth:
Reborn, as a thief.
Sahwit:
Th-That was... The devil made me do it.
Kay:
How can you blame the devil? You're a disgrace to thieves!
Sahwit:
I have nothing to say. I still have much to learn.
Edgeworth:
(...As a thief?)
Sahwit:
But, as you can see, I've exchanged my bracelet for a working one... I will continue to devote myself to being a model prisoner.
Edgeworth:
(Again with the "model prisoner". Give it a rest already...)
Pet grooming (appears after Helping out the show)
Sahwit:
I'm training to pay my debt to society, once I become eligible for parole.
Kay:
So you were training instead of watching the Animal Show.
Edgeworth:
(So there were only two people who did not watch the show, Sahwit and Dogen.) Why didn't you say anything about Dogen earlier?
Sahwit:
Well... if you asked any inmate at this prison, they'd all think twice before telling you. That person is like the ruler of this place. Around here... we call him the Supplier.
Edgeworth:
...The Supplier?
Sahwit:
If you ask him nicely, he can provide you with anything you want.
Kay:
What! Is that allowed?
Sahwit:
Normally, it's not allowed. But with him, it's another story. He supposedly has a secret route to procure these goods...
Edgeworth:
(As the Supplier, Dogen would be in a position of power.)
Sahwit:
However, I've put all that behind me. All I care about now is applying mud packs to the animals.
Edgeworth:
Mud packs?
Sahwit:
I coat the animal's fur with my mineral-rich mud packs to give it a beautiful shine. To help with my training, I give them to all the animals in prison. Each and every one of them.
Edgeworth:
(Mud... huh. It could be related to that piece of evidence. I should present it to him...)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Sahwit:
My, my, what a lovely badge. I see that you have some class, unlike some two-bit attorney.
Edgeworth:
Are you referring to the attorney who put you in here?
Sahwit:
Yes, yes! That's right! That shyster, the next time I see him I'm going to bust his kneecaps! Oh! ...Figuratively speaking.
Edgeworth:
(I don't know who he's talking about... But he seems to be holding quite a grudge.)
Rubber Glove (after talking about Pet grooming)
Sahwit:
! That's the rubber glove I dropped.
Edgeworth:
Where did the mud on this glove come from?
Sahwit:
Ahh. That's the mud from my mud packs. At the time I was practicing applying my mud packs.
Edgeworth:
Could you tell me when this took place on the day of the incident?
Sahwit:
Since the Animal Show had started... I'd say it was around 9 AM. The mud packs turned the animals' bodies pitch black! And my heart was pure white...! I was totally engrossed with covering the animals in mud!
Edgeworth:
(Prison life must be taxing on his stress levels...)
Rubber Glove data updated in my Organizer.
Sahwit:
Thanks to the warden's policies, I can undergo job training here... I owe her a debt of gratitude.
Door Sensor
Sahwit:
It's because of these sensors that the inmates cannot come and go as they please.
Edgeworth:
...Except for you.
Sahwit:
I-Is that right? B-But I didn't do anything wrong.
Edgeworth:
You have been acting rather suspiciously though.
Sahwit:
P-Please don't lose your hair over it.
Edgeworth:
Don't you mean, "lose your head"? (It's easy to see he's upset.)
Sahwit's Bracelet
Sahwit:
Please have a look. As you can see, I've exchanged my bracelet. And it's all thanks to you.
Edgeworth:
Good for you.
Sahwit:
It's really all because of you... No, no, it's all thanks to you. I truly mean it, this bracelet, it was all your doing. I had to get this exchanged. All thanks to you!
Edgeworth:
(He still seems pretty angry. Not the least bit repentant.)
Prison Investigation
Sahwit:
A place to hide the murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Do you have any ideas?
Sahwit:
I don't think an inmate would be able to hide anything inside the prison.
Edgeworth:
................
Sahwit:
H-Hey! Why do you keep looking at my hair!
Edgeworth:
Ahh, no. Sorry. Never mind. (I've already seen first hand that he isn't hiding anything under that hairpiece.)
Anything else
Sahwit:
That has nothing to do with me, so I know nothing about it.
Edgeworth:
Are you sure about that? I think you know more than you're letting on.
Sahwit:
Preposterous! From head to toe... There is not a single thing about me that is a lie. Because I am a model prisoner.
Edgeworth:
(The hair on his head is a lie... But it's probably better if I didn't say anything about it.)
Chairs
Edgeworth:
These were used for audience seating during the show.
Kay:
Folding up all these chairs must have been a chore.
Edgeworth:
Is that so?
Kay:
Don't tell me, you've never tidied up folding chairs before?
Edgeworth:
I've delegated the task to others in the past...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... You should try doing some manual labor once in awhile.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I'll look into it.
Examine evidence
Mud on Rubber Glove
Edgeworth:
It's covered in mud, up to the wrist. It must have come from the animals' mud packs.
(Examining barbed wire wall and clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Roland:
Oh my~! There you are, Regina-darling!
Regina:
Ah, Ms. Roland!
Roland:
I was looking all over for you! I wanted to have a little chat with you.
Patricia Roland
The prison
Edgeworth:
Could you tell me a little about this prison?
Roland:
Currently, this place is my pride and joy, which I like to call our Home... When I first came here, this prison was in a terrible state.
Edgeworth:
Terrible state... You mean the prisoners' attitudes?
Roland:
There are no bad children in my family! It was the environment that was terrible! That's why, after giving it a lot of thought, I enlisted the help of the animals.
Kay:
Being together with animals will soften up even the most hardened criminals.
Roland:
Right now, everyone has returned to their most honest self. Just take a look at Franky! He's a model prisoner.
Edgeworth:
(A model prisoner who was trying to steal from a dead body...)
Frank Sahwit (appears after The prison)
Roland:
There are lots of model prisoners here... but Franky is number one! He's proactive with his job training and helps out with the chores...
Kay:
Don't the other model prisoners do job training and chores?
Roland:
Eh? Uh hu hu, don't be silly? They all do, of course. I-It's just that Franky here... He has his sights set on something different.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? Something feels strange...)
Roland:
In any case, he's a very good boy! Please get along with one another!
Berry Big Circus (appears after Frank Sahwit)
Roland:
The enchanting music! The prancing animals! The Berry Big Circus is fabulous! Hu hu hu. If you come here you can see a show once a month.
Kay:
Really? Then maybe I should...
Edgeworth:
(Was she just thinking about committing a crime?) "Once a month," you said. Is it always the Berry Big Circus?
Roland:
Of course! I'm Regina-darling's biggest fan! My darling Regina... She's just, so fabulous. She's such a cutie pie, I could just eat her up!
Kay:
She really likes her darling Regina.
Roland:
...That's why I'm worried. About poor little Simon. If he is found guilty, Regina-darling will be heartbroken. Mr. Lawyer, please take care of little Simon. If there's anything I can help with, please don't hesitate to ask.
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Roland:
So you're the one who brings me my new family members!
Edgeworth:
Family members...?
Roland:
Thanks to you our home has become much more lively! Please bring us 100 more, or even 1000 more people! I just love lively places!
Edgeworth:
I suppose you'll be bringing in the same number of animals too.
Roland:
But of course!
Edgeworth:
(It wouldn't be a stretch to say that this place would become the world's biggest zoo...)
Crime Scene Notes
Roland:
...He never got the chance to become a part of our family... No matter how many times I called out for him, he would not respond. He was just a nice little boy who loved chess. ...It's such a shame.
Edgeworth:
................ (She's in her own little world.)
Door Sensor, Sahwit's Bracelet, or Security Gate
Roland:
This facility is filled with my love! Once you step inside, you won't be able to leave... You'll form iron bonds!
Edgeworth:
So, you're saying that the security here is flawless?
Roland:
Come now! Would you please stop using such crude words like security? Chains of love! It's the bonds that bind them!
Edgeworth:
(She thinks everything's alright because of her tight bonds...? ...What about Sahwit's broken bracelet?)
Black Dog
Roland:
...!
Edgeworth:
Hm. (Her expression changed...?) Could you tell me about this "family member".
Roland:
You're mistaken. Those outside of my circle of love are not called "family members".
Edgeworth:
...I see. (So, there are things that are outside of her control.)
Prison Investigation
Edgeworth:
You were in charge of the investigation inside the prison, correct?
Roland:
That's right! Everyone helped out and we split up the investigation!
Edgeworth:
Everyone? You don't mean the animals?
Roland:
Of course! They were all happy to help!
Edgeworth:
I heard that in the end, you didn't find anything...
Roland:
That's right. Everyone did their best though...
Edgeworth:
(Splitting up the investigation with the animals... That doesn't seem very reliable.)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
I'd like to hear your thoughts about this...
Roland:
Hu hu hu! Very well! Come here, you!
Edgeworth:
L-Let go of my hand! That's not what I wanted you to look at.
Roland:
Oh my, I'm sorry. How thoughtless of me! A proper greeting should begin with a hug and a kiss!
Edgeworth:
Th-This isn't a joke!
(Examining well, clearing all "Talk" options of Roland and Sahwit, and presenting Rubber Glove to Sahwit leads to:)
Roland:
But, really! I would have loved to show everyone yesterday! You did a wonderful job on the stage, Regina-darling!
Regina:
*giggle* I'm so happy to hear that! I'm glad all the prisoners came to see it!
Roland:
Well, about that... Just between you and me, not everyone came to see the show.
Edgeworth:
(That would be Dogen and Sahwit, I imagine...)
Roland:
There were 3 people who didn't see your show yesterday. Unbelievable, really.
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but did you say there were three prisoners who did not see the show?
Roland:
That's right. I took a count and there were three empty seats. And we even had the correct number of seats set out...
Kay:
Doesn't that seem weird to you, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
It does. We had thought that Dogen and Sahwit were the only two prisoners... ...who were not present in the courtyard during the show. ...But that doesn't add up. Where did the third person go...? Further investigation is needed.
Roland:
Ah, I was having so much fun talking to you, Regina-darling, that I completely forgot! It's time to feed my baby!
Edgeworth:
(..."My baby"?)
Kay:
Ah! It's an a-a-a-alligator!
Roland:
Oh, Ally! You look as cute as ever!
Regina:
Oh, how cute! So her name is Ally?
Roland:
Yup! She's Ally the alligator! She's my favorite out of all my family!
Regina:
How lovely. I wanna try petting it!
Roland:
If Regina-darling wants to pet it, go right ahead, I'll allow it!
Ray:
Th-They seem pretty excited...
Kay:
W-We need to go check the prison cells, don't we?
Edgeworth:
...That's right. Let's look for the third prisoner who didn't see the Animal Show.
March 28, 4:02 PMPrisonHallway
???:
M-Mr. Edgeworth! I've finally found you, sir!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. I take it the investigation is running smoothly?
Gumshoe:
The judge and that prosecutor haven't shown up yet! Oh, yeah! I also got your message, sir!
Edgeworth:
What was the result of the examination of the victim's cell?
Gumshoe:
We hit the jackpot, sir! Traces of blood were found on the cell floor! There wasn't a whole lot there though...
Kay:
This should prove that the murder occurred in the holding cell!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. The probability has increased. However, we still cannot say for certain.
Gumshoe:
I thought you'd say that, sir, so I asked the lab guys to look into it a little further. They're running an analysis on the blood so we'll know soon if it's the victim's or not!
Kay:
Way to go, Gummy! Good thinking!
Edgeworth:
Detective... You've outdone yourself. What caused this sudden foresight?
Gumshoe:
I'm actually a little hurt that you're so surprised by it, sir.
Edgeworth:
(I hope nothing bad comes of this...)
Wiped Floor data updated in my Organizer.
Ray:
Once we get the results, we can prove that the scene was the holding cell. Which leaves...
Kay:
...finding out how that doggy managed to sneak his way in here!
Gumshoe:
Just leave that to me, pal! Since that other prosecutor isn't here, we can investigate as much as we want! That's why I brought my secret weapons with me!
Kay:
Secret weapons?
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal! They've gotten us out of a few jams before... Take a gander at Dick Gumshoe's Seven Secret Weapons!
Ray:
Looks like he'll come in handy. Want to take up his offer, Miles?
Edgeworth:
Detective, please allow us the use of your "secret weapons".
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, sir! First, I'll give you a rundown! Secret Weapon No. 1: The trusty metal detector! Perfect for finding all kinds of metallic objects!
Edgeworth:
(As its name implies.)
Gumshoe:
Next, Secret Weapon No. 2: Everyone's favorite pal, Missile! He can track any scent you want, especially the scent of food!
Kay:
He's much cuter than Mr. Dogen's dog!
Gumshoe:
And then, Secret Weapon No. 3: It's umm... this!
Ray:
...Isn't that a fishing pole? What are you trying to catch?
Gumshoe:
No! Actually, I just brought it by accident...
Edgeworth:
Never mind that. What's next, Detective?
Gumshoe:
...Umm, that's all of them, sir.
Kay:
What!? You called them the "Seven Secret Weapons", but there's only three of them!
Gumshoe:
That's all I have for now, pal! We can use the rest next time. I can't just reveal them all at once! Why do you think they're called "secret weapons," pal?
Edgeworth:
...It doesn't matter. We'll just use the three that he's provided.
Gumshoe:
Alright! Which one do you want to use?
The metal detector
Edgeworth:
The metal detector, if you please.
Gumshoe:
The metal detector, sir? I'll sweep the area right away! Metal detector, activate!
Edgeworth:
What happened, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Sorry about that, sir... It seems the battery's dead.
Kay:
Aww man... Guess we can't use that then.
Gumshoe:
Looks like the metal detector won't be any help to us. Try another one, sir!
Leads back to:
"Alright! Which one do you want to use?"
Missile
Leads to:
"You want Missile, sir?"
The fishing pole
Edgeworth:
The fishing pole, if you please.
Gumshoe:
The fishing pole, sir?
Edgeworth:
There is a pond in the prison courtyard... Something important may have fallen in.
Gumshoe:
Roger that, sir! I'll fish it out right away!
Gumshoe:
Whoaaaaah, pal!
Edgeworth:
What's the matter, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
It got away, sir... I thought I hooked something big, but the line snapped! There has to be a monster fish in there, sir!
Edgeworth:
(It's likely that alligator... I won't tell him that though.)
Gumshoe:
I guess the fishing pole won't be of any more use to us. Try another one, sir!
Leads back to:
"Alright! Which one do you want to use?"
Gumshoe:
You want Missile, sir? Hey, pal! Over here, Missile!
Kay:
Ah! There he is!
Gumshoe:
First, let's decide what scent he should track down!
Edgeworth:
We are searching for the route Dogen's dog used to get to the detention cell. This route would have also been the same path used to carry the body to the prison.
Ray:
So if we have him track the scent of the body...
Kay:
...that should lead us to the path!
Workroom A
Gumshoe:
Hm? Don't you smell something sweet?
Edgeworth:
Really? All I can smell is the scent of blood.
Gumshoe:
It's a very faint scent. Like cake or something.
Edgeworth:
(The scent of cake from the body?)
Gumshoe:
Alright, Missile. Get a good whiff of that scent, pal! C'mon, let's follow after him!
Prison - Hallway
Edgeworth:
(That way is...)
Ray:
H-He's heading towards the special cell.
Kay:
And he's gone straight inside!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Let's follow him.
March 28, 4:24 PMPrisonSpecial Cell
Edgeworth:
(This is Dogen's cell, but it looks like he's absent at the moment. ...Maybe he's being interrogated?)
Kay:
What's in here?
Gumshoe:
Shhhhh! I think he's found something!
Missile:
Grrr! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Edgeworth:
(What could there be in this room?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, we better take a look!
Biscuits
Edgeworth:
A teacup and biscuits... I suppose he has his tea time in here, too.
Kay:
Playing chess while drinking tea in his cell... Isn't this going a bit overboard with the "special treatment"? It's like he gets whatever he wants!
Edgeworth:
Don't complain to me. ...You should tell him yourself.
Kay:
I-I think I'll pass on that!
Chessboard
Edgeworth:
It's Dogen's chessboard. It still has that hound piece on it.
Kay:
Ah, the chessboard has legs! Aren't these things expensive?
Edgeworth:
They can be. (This is very good craftsmanship.)
Kay:
Mr. Dogen playing chess is kinda unexpected, y'know? I figured he'd be more of a Go player or something like that.
Edgeworth:
Go... Do you play Go, Kay?
Kay:
I'm really good at Gobang!
Edgeworth:
...But, that's not Go.
Chisel with bell
Kay:
Look at this, Mr. Edgeworth! There's a small chisel here!
Edgeworth:
I'm not well-versed in woodworking, but this seems to be a pocket-sized chisel.
Kay:
A pocket-sized chisel! It must be convenient to have one wherever you go!
Edgeworth:
Is that... from a thief's point of view?
Kay:
No, it's from a Great Thief's point of view!
Edgeworth:
(...She didn't even skip a beat.)
Chisels
Edgeworth:
It's the chisels Dogen uses. (More than enough for him to murder someone with.)
Kay:
Speaking of chisels... It kind of looks like someone used a chisel on your forehead, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...And what is that supposed to mean?
Kay:
See? That furrow between your brow is getting deeper! It looks just like a carving!
Edgeworth:
...I would leave the subject alone if I were you.
(Examining chisels and chessboard leads to:)
Missile:
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Gumshoe:
...Hm? Missile, maybe... This is what you're barking at?
Missile:
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Gumshoe:
Whoa, hey! Knock it off, pal!
Missile:
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Gumshoe:
Chocolate cake is bad for dogs! If that's how it's gonna be, I'll eat it all myself! ...Wow, that was pretty good!
Ray:
He he he, good for you! But it looks like someone else has a problem with that...
Kay:
That wasn't fair, Gummy! I wanted to eat it, too!
Edgeworth:
(...I doubt it's wise to eat food you find lying around a prison.)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, I guess Missile was barking at the cake, sir.
Edgeworth:
(That was pointless...)
Ray:
...Is that police dog going to get the job done?
Gumshoe:
H-He's fine, pal! He was just following his stomach instead of his nose. Let's track down the scent of the body for real this time, Missile!
Prison - Hallway
Missile:
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Gumshoe:
Ooh! Looks like he's found something else, sir! Now it's this cell!
Edgeworth:
This would be Mr. Elbird's cell. I'd like to examine the interior. Detective, call a guard.
Gumshoe:
Roger that, sir!
Edgeworth:
Good work Detective. By the way... Is Jay Elbird still being held in the disciplinary room?
Guard:
No... He should've already returned. He was present during the noon roll call... He may have been assigned to work some place else.
Edgeworth:
I see. Well then... May we examine the cell?
Guard:
Yes, sir!
Hourglass
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, how many minutes do you think this hourglass foes for?
Edgeworth:
Elbird is a former boxer... So I'd say three minutes. In a boxing match, each round lasts for three minutes.
Kay:
Bzzzzzt! Wrong! The correct answer is "Around two minutes"! Why? Well, because the glass is cracked and some sand has spilled out!
Edgeworth:
Wha...! (How could I have missed that!)
Poster
Kay:
Ah! There's a poster of Mr. Elbird on the wall! And what's this next to it... Is this his weight loss target?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... He was a former boxer. He probably continued with his weight management. It seems he also takes various protein supplements.
Kay:
"Muscle Protein", "Hustle Protein"... "Weight Loss Protein" ...Nothing but protein.
Edgeworth:
Which weight class was he aiming for?
Tire
Edgeworth:
"Rocky" is written here in messy handwriting. Could this be the bear's toy? This prisoner... seems very close to his unusual partner.
Kay:
Ah, this takes me back! Didn't you play with stuff like this when you were a kid?
Edgeworth:
No... I don't recall doing that.
Kay:
...... Well then, what did you play when you were younger?
Edgeworth:
Chess, golf... and the flute, things like that.
Kay:
......Mr. Edgeworth. Didn't you have ANY friends?
Edgeworth:
Wh-Why must you be so concerned about that!
Punching bag
Leads to:
"This sandbag shows signs of repeated use..."
Heater
Edgeworth:
Giving the prisoners a heater is careless. They're much too lenient here...
Kay:
Did this guy use the heater every day?
Edgeworth:
It was probably for his weight management, since training was his hobby.
Kay:
Wouldn't his partner, Rocky, get too hot...?
Edgeworth:
I think their combination is hot enough.
Edgeworth:
This sandbag shows signs of repeated use...
Missile:
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Kay:
Aha ha! You wanna box too, Missile?
Missile:
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha. Look at him go...
Edgeworth:
It can't be... Detective, move this sandbag at once!
Gumshoe:
Y... Yes sir!
Edgeworth:
...A hole? This is...
Missile:
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Gumshoe:
Hey! Missile! Come back here!
Kay:
I'm going too!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Gumshoe:
I'll stop them, sir! Uuugh... It's too tight for me, siiiir!
Edgeworth:
D-Detective... ........ It can't be helped. I'll have to wait for her to contact me.
Edgeworth:
.......... Hello! Kay! Are you alright?
Kay:
Don't get so worked up! Right now I'm in the detention center!
Edgeworth:
The detention center?
Kay:
That hole comes out at Knightley's cell!
Edgeworth:
Really!? Stay where you are. I'm coming over there now!
March 28, 5:04 PMDetention CenterHolding Cell
Edgeworth:
Kay!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! He he he. I really helped out, didn't I?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. (She doesn't appear to be injured.)
Gumshoe:
The floorboards have been ripped out from under the bed, sir!
Edgeworth:
I see... It seems we've found what we were looking for. The passageway between the detention center and prison is blocked by solid doors. However, there was a secret underground tunnel beneath it. We were following a sweet scent and arrived here. That means... ...the scent must have come from Knightley's body.
Crime Scene Notes updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Come to think of it... His body was covered in dirt. It may have been caused by passing through the tunnel. Kay! What was the inside of tunnel like?
Kay:
It was pitch black, so I really couldn't see much but... ...I took some photos!
Edgeworth:
Please show us. (...Mmph. This is!)
Ray:
Spoons and forks... Were these used to dig the tunnel? But, more importantly... What are these footprints?
Edgeworth:
These footprints... Could they belong to a dog?
Tunnel Footprints data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
This will surely be vital evidence. However, before we consider that, we have a big problem...
Ray:
A problem?
Edgeworth:
Jay Elbird could use this tunnel to move around freely. Detective! Confirm his whereabouts posthaste! Perhaps he's...!
Gumshoe:
Y-You may be right... sir! This is a big deal!
Edgeworth:
After speaking with the guards, the search for Jay Elbird was carried out immediately. They searched every nook and cranny of the detention center and the prison... But in the end, they found no sign of him...
March 28, 5:34 PMDetention CenterHallway
Roland:
Did you contact the police?
Guard:
Yes, ma'am! We've already done that! We've set up a security perimeter around the prison, ma'am!
Roland:
Right... This is the first scandal in our prison's history...
Guard:
We're so sorry!
Edgeworth:
(She's completely different from before.)
Roland:
Mr. Edgeworth, was it? Thank you for finding the escapee's tunnel. But, it's a little too late... Mr. Elbird has long since left here.
Edgeworth:
I don't believe he has gone beyond the detention center. There are security gates located at the exit of the detention center. I  believe it would have been difficult to get through those, wouldn't you agree?
Roland:
Maybe he has another tunnel.
Edgeworth:
We certainly can't deny that possibility, however...
Roland:
Anyway, there's no use in you being here now. Please return to your investigation.
Edgeworth:
Yes, we'll do that.
Roland:
You guys get back to your posts too!
Guard:
Yes, ma'am!
Officer:
Detective Gumshoe, sir! We've got the results of that blood test you requested!
Gumshoe:
Good work, pal!
Edgeworth:
(These are the forensic results on the bloodstain found in Knightley's cell.)
Kay:
So, what's it say? Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
The blood is confirmed to have been Knightley's.
Wiped Floor data updated in my Organizer.
Ray:
He he he. Hey now, that's good news! We've found the bloodstain in Knightley's cell and discovered the tunnel the dog used... Furthermore, the security camera shows footage of a dog attacking Knightley in his cell.
Edgeworth:
We have all the evidence we need. It's time we asked Dogen a few questions.
Roland:
Dogen... did you say? Please, use utmost caution. That man even has henchmen outside of the prison.
Edgeworth:
(Outside of the prison... Is this related to his secret trade routes as the "Supplier"?)
Roland:
The police have been searching for Dogen's henchmen for ages. I've also been helping them, but...
Edgeworth:
(So that means, back then...)
Guard:
So, he still won't talk? Even after all the trouble you went through to get the evidence transferred from the precinct...
Roland:
That's right. I don't know how many times I've tried. I can't report back empty handed...
Guard:
That assassin sure is one tough cookie, huh?
Edgeworth:
You had evidence transferred from the precinct...?
Roland:
Yes. We borrowed all the evidence concerning Dogen. I've been interrogating him personally in my office. But... ...no matter how much evidence we have on him, we can't get a single word out of him.
Edgeworth:
(The warden interrogates him herself? Why go that far...)
Roland:
Lose your focus and he'll eat you alive. Be on your guard.
Ray:
Whoa. You've made Uncle Ray a little nervous.
March 28, 5:55 PMPrisonSpecial Cell
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. What are you doing here?
Courtney:
...Questioning a prisoner. Did you forget that we're investigating as well? Or rather, have you forgotten my warning? If you value your badge... You should not have appeared before me again.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry if you thought that I would abide by those words. I won't overlook something important just to head your warning. I've come for a testimony. About the truth of this case, which you have overlooked...!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. You mean to say you require my humble services.
Edgeworth:
As I promised, I've returned to prove that you are the culprit.
Dogen:
Hm-Hmmm. Interesting... Do tell.
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Before that... You should first listen to our reasoning!
Courtney:
We can say with confidence that Simon Keyes is the culprit. Only Simon Keyes could have moved Mr. Knightley into the prison. And we can show proof of this fact. But first... I'd like to hear your resolve, Prosecutor Edgeworth. If our reasoning is correct... Will you submit it to us? Your prosecutor's badge...
Gumshoe:
Eep...! Y-You'll deprive him of his badge? I-Is that a threat, pal!?
Courtney:
No, it's not a threat. Rather, an act of compassion. Normally, I wouldn't even have taken notice of you, since you have no right to investigate. However, if you are able to show proper resolve... ...I would be willing to let you be my opponent. Are you willing to risk it? Your prosecutor's badge...!
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth...!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir...!
Edgeworth:
Very well. I trust my own reasoning. But moreover... ...at the moment, I am currently a defense attorney's assistant first and a prosecutor second. I will not sully the good name of the Edgeworth Law Offices.
Ray:
......
Edgeworth:
I intend to see my job through. I won't yield to your threats!
Courtney:
So be it. Is this bravery, or simply foolishness? On the Goddess of Law's behalf, I shall be the judge of that. Sebastian. Allow me to...
Debeste:
Yeah, I got it. I'm counting on you, Justine!
-- Movement to the Prison --
Courtney:
I presume you know of the incident Mr. Knightley caused the day before yesterday?
He attacked a guard and stole his keys...
Afterwards, Simon Keyes stopped by his cell with an animal cage from the show.
During this time, Mr. Knightley was able to use the stolen key to exit his cell.
He then hid in the cage while it was moved to the prison workroom.
Edgeworth:
(So, Mr. Keyes went to his cell after all.)
Courtney:
After hearing you talk about the security camera yesterday... ...we investigated it ourselves. Why don't you have a look? I have here a printout of the security camera footage.
Edgeworth:
This is the moment when Mr. Keyes visited Knightley...
Courtney:
Exactly. As you can see, the cage creates a huge blind spot in the cell. By using this blind spot, Mr. Knightley could have entered the cage... That, is our reasoning.
Edgeworth:
(Hm, a blind spot. That means... ...the camera doesn't actually show him entering the cage. At this time, there's still the possibility that Knightley never left his cell.)
Kay:
But, why would he be hiding inside an animal cage?
Courtney:
Mr. Knightley was planning to escape from prison... That is the only possibility.
Kay:
A prison escape!? That's... so cool! First Mr. Elbird, and now Mr. Knightley... ...I won't let them show me up!
Edgeworth:
Kay, this isn't the time to get excited. Jay Elbird's escape is no laughing matter.
Courtney:
Simon Keyes was aiding Mr. Knightley in his escape. In other words... he was an accomplice.
Kay:
Not bad, Simon.
Edgeworth:
(Don't praise him!)
Courtney:
That cage was transported temporarily to the workroom. Originally, Mr. Knightley was to remain hidden until the end of the Animal Show... He would then be carried out along with the cage. I presume that was the plan. However, midway through the plan, he was betrayed by Simon Keyes and murdered...
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney's reasoning does appear to make sense... However, there must be a hole somewhere. I must not overlook anything!)
Rebuttal
-- Movement to the Prison --
Courtney:
I presume you know of the incident Mr. Knightley caused the day before yesterday?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, about this incident...
Courtney:
You do not know of it? That would be unbecoming of you, "Ace Attorney" Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Naturally, I know of it. However, you said...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
In that case, this is a waste of time. I shall continue. Mr. Knightley...
Courtney:
He attacked a guard and stole his keys...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you have proof Knightley stole the keys?
Courtney:
It is the only explanation as to why Mr. Knightley would have attacked the guard. We will know for certain the moment the guard regains consciousness.
Edgeworth:
(Is that really true...? Should I ask Judge Courtney for more information...?)
Ask for more information
Leads to:
"There is one point in your reasoning that is odd."
Don't ask for more information
Edgeworth:
Could you please continue with your reasoning?
Courtney:
I understand... Mr. Knightley used the stolen key to leave his cell.
Edgeworth:
There is one point in your reasoning that is odd. If Knightley did indeed steal the key... I'd expect he'd try to escape immediately. Was it really necessary for him to wait for Mr. Keyes to help him escape?
Courtney:
He simply chose the method with the highest probability of success. After stealing the key, he concealed it on his personage... ...as he waited for the opportune moment. That is what I believe.
Edgeworth:
(He concealed the key...?) Judge Courtney. Such an oversight is unlike you. Knightley could not have concealed the key. And I can prove it. (Knightley did not hide the key. And the proof is...)
Present Knightley's Cell Key
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Haven't the guards informed you yet?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Courtney:
I'm afraid I cannot accept that piece of evidence. I do not believe it has any relation to my testimony.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (As I expected, she's nothing like Mr. Debeste. However, I won't back down so easily!)
Present anything else (Alternate)
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Don't you have a problem with that statement just now?
Courtney:
Should I have a problem with it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Exactly. Because there's no problem at all!
Courtney:
In that case, you should have refrained from speaking in the first place.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhooh! (I don't think that left a good impression...)
Courtney:
Afterwards, Simon Keyes stopped by his cell with an animal cage from the show.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, Mr. Keyes' actions were intended to help Knightley escape from prison?
Courtney:
Yes. He stopped by the detention center's holding cells with the cage. This is Simon Keyes' own testimony. It can't be denied.
Edgeworth:
(His visit to Knightley's cell ended up drawing suspicion, as one would imagine.)
Kay:
Simon was just... errr... J-Just clumsy!
Courtney:
His clumsiness led him to bring the cage to the detention center. Or, he brought the cage to help Mr. Knightley escape. Which explanation do you think is more natural?
Edgeworth:
Ugh...!
Courtney:
I see you understand. Simon Keyes carried the cage to the detention center.
Courtney:
During this time, Mr. Knightley was able to use the stolen key to exit his cell.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you have proof Knightley stole the keys?
Courtney:
It is the only explanation as to why Mr. Knightley would have attacked the guard. We will know for certain the moment the guard regains consciousness.
Edgeworth:
(Is that really true...? Should I ask Judge Courtney for more information...?)
Ask for more information
Leads to:
"There is one point in your reasoning that is odd."
Don't ask for more information
Edgeworth:
Could you please continue with your reasoning?
Courtney:
I understand... Mr. Knightley used the stolen key to leave his cell.
Edgeworth:
There is one point in your reasoning that is odd. If Knightley did indeed steal the key... I'd expect he'd try to escape immediately. Was it really necessary for him to wait for Mr. Keyes to help him escape?
Courtney:
He simply chose the method with the highest probability of success. After stealing the key, he concealed it on his personage... ...as he waited for the opportune moment. That is what I believe.
Edgeworth:
(He concealed the key...?) Judge Courtney. Such an oversight is unlike you. Knightley could not have concealed the key. And I can prove it. (Knightley did not hide the key. And the proof is...)
Present Knightley's Cell Key
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Haven't the guards informed you yet?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Courtney:
I'm afraid I cannot accept that piece of evidence. I do not believe it has any relation to my testimony.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (As I expected, she's nothing like Mr. Debeste. However, I won't back down so easily!)
Present anything else (Alternate)
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Don't you have a problem with that statement just now?
Courtney:
Should I have a problem with it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Exactly. Because there's no problem at all!
Courtney:
In that case, you should have refrained from speaking in the first place.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhooh! (I don't think that left a good impression...)
Courtney:
He then hid in the cage while it was moved to the prison workroom.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why would he have needed to do such a thing!?
Courtney:
In order to escape. How else would you explain his actions?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... That is...
Courtney:
The animal cages are made of metal. They would not have been subjected to a check. The Animal Show takes place once a month... So naturally, Simon Keyes would have known about it.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... That wasn't enough to negate her point!)
Courtney:
As long as the cage was covered, it would have been simple to avoid the guard's eyes. ...But instead of helping Mr. Knightley escape, Simon Keyes betrayed and killed him. This is a truly unforgivable crime!
Kay:
She says Mr. Knightley stole the keys, but... He denied it, didn't he?
Edgeworth:
Unless Knightley had the keys, this logic doesn't hold up. This will be the breaking point. I'll try pressing the testimony further.
Edgeworth:
Haven't the guards informed you yet? They searched Knightley after he attacked the guard, and the key was nowhere to be found. Since the key's location is unknown, your logic doesn't hold.
Courtney:
That is not an issue. ...There is an explanation. Mr. Knightley had the key. It simply wasn't found. The reason being, he concealed it inside the chessboard.
Edgeworth:
The chessboard... You mean the one that concealed the murder weapon?
Courtney:
Come now. How do we know whether or not the murder weapon was really there?
Kay:
What! Take some responsibility for your own words!
Courtney:
That was all Sebastian's idea, after all.
Edgeworth:
(So, those two don't always agree on their reasoning...)
Courtney:
In other words, once we put all the pieces together... Mr. Knightley concealed the key he stole from the guard inside the chessboard. When Simon Keyes arrived, Mr. Knightley used the key to slip out of his cell. He entered the animal cage, and was transported to the workroom. All thanks to his accomplice, Simon Keyes. Mr. Knightley had planned to be carried outside after the show had ended. However, he was betrayed by his accomplice and murdered during the circus performance.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes performed in the show. He would've had no opportunity to murder him during the circus performance!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
No opportunity... Is that so? A story plays itself out on the stage. And such was the case with the Animal Show.
Edgeworth:
(So, she examined the content of the show...)
Courtney:
The suspect plays the role of the villain who antagonizes the elephant heroine. In the final act, the villain is defeated by the heroine's love and all ends well. At that point, the suspect, in the role of the villain... ...is blown away by the heroine's burning love, and makes his exit.
Edgeworth:
(Blown away... by the elephant?)
Kay:
W-Was he hurt...?
Courtney:
After being blown away, the suspect disappeared from the stage. The suspect was absent from the stage for about 15 minutes.
Edgeworth:
Are you saying the crime was committed during that time?
Courtney:
Even in such a short period of time, it would still be possible to carry out the murder. Don't you think so?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
So, he committed the crime in 15 minutes and then returned to the stage... That may have been possible, if the crime scene had been the prison... Judge Courtney. The actual crime took place in the detention center.
Courtney:
I'm afraid I cannot accept that camera footage alone as evidence...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
As for evidence... I have it.
Courtney:
Well then, please show us your evidence. Where is the evidence that shows the scene of the crime was the detention center?
Present Wiped Floor
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is... the floor?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Courtney:
What... is this?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... This is the evidence that proves the scene of the crime was the detention center.
Courtney:
I do not understand.
Kay:
Me too!
Ray:
Uncle Ray too!
Debeste:
...A-And me!
Edgeworth:
Mmph! (It seems I was mistaken.)
Ray:
Aren't you going to show Courtney that the detention center was the crime scene?
Kay:
Why don't we show her what we discovered in Mr. Knightley's cell!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Judge Courtney. Will you allow me to present another piece of evidence?
Courtney:
Very well. Go ahead and present it.
Leads back to:
"Where is the evidence that shows the scene of the crime was the detention center?"
Courtney:
This is... the floor? Oh, Goddess of Law! I am unable to comprehend your mysterious ways.
Edgeworth:
This is what we discovered. The area here... was tested positive for Mr. Knightley's blood!
Courtney:
This blood test... Can it really be trusted? To begin with... how were you able to conduct a scientific investigation...?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I happen to have a subordinate. I can't vouch for his competence, but he is a man that I trust.
Courtney:
That detective...? This concerns me. I cannot think why one would disturb the order of law. The Prosecutorial Investigation Committee's influence goes as far as the Police Department. Ha ha ha ha.
Kay:
G-Gummy's in trouble!
Edgeworth:
(Forgive me, Detective! I'm afraid something bad may come of this...!)
Courtney:
I will accept the fact that blood was found at the detention center as evidence... However...
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Wa ha ha ha ha! How ridiculous! This is unthinkable of you! You Third-Rate Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste... You're here? (I'd completely forgotten about him.)
Debeste:
There's a giant contradiction in your statement! According to the security tape, a dog killed Knightley in his cell. Then, after he left the cell, the blood on the floor was wiped away...
Kay:
Aaah!
Debeste:
Did the dog wipe away the bloodstains? As if that could happen!
Dogen:
.....That is possible. Of my Anubis. Right, boy?
Debeste:
Wha-!
Dogen:
That was one of the tricks I taught him while I was still in the outside world. He makes sure to hide any bloodstains he makes. Keh heh heh heh. So as not to leave behind any evidence.
Debeste:
........
Edgeworth:
........ (I was saved. If only by chance.)
Ray:
Shouldn't you have taught your dog to "shake" or something?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh heh. Anubis also performs that trick very well. But the "shake" I taught him is a little different from others. First, he bites the victim's hand...
Kay:
Stop! Stop! Stop! I don't want to hear any more!
Courtney:
I see... I understand. Prosecutor Edgeworth. It appears... you've gathered a good hand.
Edgeworth:
I'm glad you understand...
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
My argument isn't over yet!
Courtney:
Objection overruled.
Ray:
Hey now, that's a little harsh.
Courtney:
Sebastian. Would you allow me the privilege of explaining?
Debeste:
S-Sure, Justine.
Edgeworth:
Do you finally realize? The murder occurred in the detention center. Therefore that assassin's pet dog...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
My opinion has not changed. Unless I can understand how the dog was able to enter and leave the crime scene... ...I'm afraid I cannot accept your logic, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I've been waiting for you to say that. Now, let me show you. This evidence shows the route the dog used to go between the detention center and prison!
Present Tunnel Footprints
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Th-This photo..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Courtney:
...And what, pray tell, is that?
Edgeworth:
This is the piece of evidence that shows the route the dog took!
Courtney:
Surely, you don't think I can accept such faulty evidence...
Edgeworth:
Mmph... (Of course, I was mistaken...)
Kay:
Let's show her the place where we found that secret route!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Judge Courtney. Will you allow me to present evidence once more?
Courtney:
Certainly. Well then, go ahead and present your evidence.
Leads back to:
"This evidence shows the route the dog used to go between the detention center and prison!"
Courtney:
Th-This photo...
Edgeworth:
It shows a secret tunnel hidden in the prison.
Debeste:
Th-Th-Th-Th-That's impossible! A s-secret tunneeeeeeeeeeel?
Edgeworth:
This tunnel was dug by the escaped prisoner, Jay Elbird. It begins in his prison cell, and it's connected to a holding cell in the detention center. Namely... the victim's cell!
Courtney:
I'm shocked. How did this...!
Dogen:
........
Edgeworth:
Dogen. You must have known of this. Since you used this tunnel to commit murder!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
In the name of the Goddess of Law... I hereby reject Prosecutor Edgeworth's claim!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Evidence is everything. That remains true here, just as in the courtroom. Isn't that right? I have evidence here... Horace Knightley's autopsy report.
Edgeworth:
Autopsy report!?
Debeste:
Since when!?
Edgeworth:
(Why are YOU surprised!?)
Courtney:
This was delivered straight from the police a short while ago. It's not complete yet. More of a preliminary report. Here... The very word of the Goddess of Law is written. "Cause of Death: Stab wound to the neck, died instantly. Murder Weapon: Sharp metal object." The victim was stabbed multiple times in the same spot with a sharp object. Although they were unable to determine the actual shape of the murder weapon... ...they have clear proof that it was a sharp metal object. So, do you still stand by your claim? That a dog used a sharp object to kill the victim!?
Edgeworth:
This can't beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Courtney:
...That is all. The court is adjourned!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But, wait! The tunnel contains the dog's footprints!
Hold it!
Dogen:
Perhaps it may have been one of Anubis' walking courses? I can never tell what Anubis gets up to outside my cell.
Edgeworth:
(Something feels unnatural about all this, but... I have no evidence!)
Ray:
Courtney-pie. You sure pulled out a hidden gem at the very last moment.
Edgeworth:
(She waited for the perfect time to reveal the autopsy report. Have I let her outwit me again...!?)
Courtney:
Appointed Attorney Shields. Here is the autopsy report from earlier. I apologize for the delay.
Ray:
...No, it's alright. Thank you. He he he.
Autopsy Report jotted down in my Organizer.
Ray:
I gladly accept it.
Courtney:
Mr. Shields... I don't believe it's necessary to hold hands while exchanging documents... I'd advise you to stop.
Ray:
Huh?
Courtney:
Persist any longer... and I shall call on the strength of the Goddess of Law.
Ray:
...I-I'll be careful.
Debeste:
J-Justine! Well done. Just as... I planned...
Courtney:
...I only acted in accordance to your instructions.
Edgeworth:
(The autopsy report came straight from the police. I can't refute it. However, if the murder weapon wasn't the dog, Dogen will be cleared of suspicion.)
Courtney:
The merciful Goddess of Law so decrees: If you choose to yield now, your badge will not be taken.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What will you do, sir? She says that, but...
Edgeworth:
...My answer remains the same! Judge Courtney. It is as I said before. I will see my job through. I will not yield to threats.
Courtney:
So even now... You still refuse to give up? If you want to keep your badge, this may be your last chance.
Edgeworth:
Right now... I am a defense attorney's assistant. What I protect is not my badge... ......but my client.
Courtney:
...The Goddess of Law grows weary of your sentiment.
Hold it!
Ray:
He he... Now we're talking. Miles is starting to understand. That a defense attorney never gives up. Actually, those were the words of your old man.
Edgeworth:
(...My father?)
Ray:
It really is in your blood. You're the spitting image of him right now. You said it yourself, you've changed since you were tainted by Von Karma. It's only now... that I've actually come to believe it.
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Shields.
Ray:
Well then, Miles. Now's the time to put those skills to the test. Think beyond your limits. If the murder weapon was a sharp object, does that really negate your reasoning...?
Edgeworth:
(...The murder weapon was a sharp object...? ...That's it! There were five chisels placed inside this special cell. Dogen is a "former assassin", it's quite possible he could kill someone with just a chisel. In that case, the weapon that killed Horace Knightley was...!)
Courtney:
Is that all? Well then, I suppose you'll be giving up...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Evidence is everything... Didn't you say? The murder weapon was a sharp metal object. However... Such a weapon has yet to be found.
Debeste:
Wh-Wh-What! So what are you trying to say!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. The only decisive evidence... is the actual murder weapon itself. And that was in plain sight this whole time. The real murder weapon is... ...Dogen's chisel!
Debeste:
What did you saaaaaaay!?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Take responsibility for your own statements. The scene of the crime was Mr. Knightley's cell, you said so yourself.
Edgeworth:
If the evidence changes, then so will my logic. That too is courtroom procedure, is it not? If the chisel was used, that means the killer was human. However, the fact remains that we cannot deny this security photo.
Debeste:
Y-Yeah! What about that photo!
Edgeworth:
I'll give you the answer. This photo shows the moment...
The dog killed the victim
Edgeworth:
...the dog killed the victim!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, you should take responsibility for you own statements.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I do intend to take full responsibility.
Courtney:
The real murder weapon was Mr. Dogen's chisel. Didn't you say that just a moment ago? A dog could not possibly have used a chisel.
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (It seems I was mistaken... If this photo doesn't show the moment of the murder, there can only be one answer!)
Debeste:
So really, what's with that photo!
Leads back to:
"I'll give you the answer. This photo shows the moment..."
The dog leapt at the victim
Leads to:
"...Dogen's dog leapt at Knightley."
Someone attacked the dog
Edgeworth:
...someone attacked the dog!
Courtney:
The person attacked the dog?
Kay:
It's obvious the person is the one being attacked!
Edgeworth:
Mmph! (As I thought, I was wrong... If this photo doesn't show the moment of the murder, there can only be one answer!)
Debeste:
So really, what's with that photo!
Leads back to:
"I'll give you the answer. This photo shows the moment..."
Edgeworth:
...Dogen's dog leapt at Knightley. However, the victim did not die at that time.
Courtney:
Didn't die...?
Edgeworth:
He was only knocked unconscious. The dog didn't move a dead body. It moved the unconscious Knightley! And the real killer was... its owner!
Ray:
I see! If the victim was moved, it would've been possible for Dogen to commit the murder...
Kay:
And use the murder weapon!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. The killer is... Sirhan Dogen! It can only be you!
Dogen:
......Keh heh heh.
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
I bet your teacher used to write on your report card. "Needs to pay more attention on what others say."
Edgeworth:
(I would think that describes you more.)
Debeste:
We examined that room. Every crook and granny. Right, Justine?
Courtney:
We examined all four of Mr. Dogen's chisels... ...and found no traces of blood.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Thank you, Judge Courtney. Thanks to you, I am now certain.
Courtney:
Thanks to me...? Whatever do you mean?
Edgeworth:
When I came here earlier, I saw five chisels.
Kay:
That's right! There were definitely five there before!
Ray:
Err... So the one that disappeared was...
Edgeworth:
...the smallest one. ...Presumably for portable use. Dogen, Where is that chisel!?
Dogen:
I'm not free to leave this place. I've no need of a portable chisel.
Edgeworth:
(...Not free to leave? In that case, he mustn't have been free to hide the deadly chisel either.) Hmph... Dogen, you just dug your own grave.
Courtney:
It seems you know something. Would you care to show it?
Edgeworth:
(Dogen couldn't leave, so the place he hid the chisel is...!)
Present Special Cell
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Dogen is a prisoner... So he can't leave his cell freely."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
It must be here in the prison.
Ray:
Because of the security gate, that's probably the case...
Kay:
You're supposed to point out where in the prison it's hidden!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... I know that. (What was I thinking...! Dogen didn't have time to take the chisel out of the cell. In that case, there's only one place he could have hidden it!)
Leads back to:
"(Dogen couldn't leave, so the place he hid the chisel is...!)"
Edgeworth:
Dogen is a prisoner... So he can't leave his cell freely. Perhaps he could have sent his dog out to dispose of it... ...but he would not have been able to confirm the weapon's location.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh heh. So, what does that leave?
Edgeworth:
Above all else... Special metal tools are allowed in this cell. Even if one chisel were to appear here, no one would suspect a thing. You'd be a fool not to take advantage of that!
Ray:
I see. Of course, it's always safest if you do something yourself.
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
But, I examined everything! I didn't find any hiding places in his cell!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I am certain that the murder weapon is here. The reason you haven't found it is because it was cleverly hidden.
Hold it!
Dogen:
Keh heh. You say I hid it? Where, exactly?
Edgeworth:
(Think... Where could he have hidden it? I have to remember everything up to this point! There must be some clue...)
Ray:
Ah, does this mean... What I think it means?
Kay:
L-L-L-Let's get going, Mr. Edgeworth!
.........
Edgeworth:
(Come to think of it... That dog hasn't barked at me once today. Previously, when I came to the special cell, it barked on Dogen's command. Th-That's it! That's what's been out of place! There's just one place he could have hidden the murder weapon!)
Dogen:
Giving up already? Keh heh heh. How dull, how dull.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I will... present evidence. This piece of evidence shows where you concealed the murder weapon!
Present Black Dog
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Hasn't your dog been awfully quiet today?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. And what is that?
Edgeworth:
This is where you hid the murder weapon!
Ray:
Miles. Wouldn't you think that's impossible...
Edgeworth:
Urgh! ...I know. (The unnatural feeling I had when I came to this cell... That's where the chisel is.)
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. I never hid anything like a chisel. Ready to give up?
Edgeworth:
No, you did hide the chisel.
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence shows where you concealed the murder weapon!"
Edgeworth:
Hasn't your dog been awfully quiet today?
Kay:
Now that you mention it, it hasn't barked at all. Before it was...
Courtney:
Sirhan Dogen! Open that dog's mouth, now!
Dogen:
Anubis doesn't bark needlessly. I ordered him to do that before.
Edgeworth:
In that case, order it to bark now!
Courtney:
Naturally, you should be able to. If you have nothing to hide...
Dogen:
............ It was inevitable. Anubis, show them your mouth.
Edgeworth:
As you can see, a dog of this size can easily conceal a small chisel in its...
Debeste:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAT! Why a chisel? The dog really had one in its mouth!
Edgeworth:
(I thought he was unusually quiet. Was he unable to follow the discussion?)
Courtney:
........Sebastian. Could you call the Forensics Department? Urgently, please.
Debeste:
Ugh! I got it!
Forensics:
A-A reaction! This chisel tests positive for blood!
Debeste:
WH-WHAAAAAAT!
Edgeworth:
I guess that proves my theory wasn't just nonsense.
Dogen:
........
Ray:
He he he. Would this chisel be the murder weapon then?
Courtney:
It reacted positively for blood. There is no doubt about that.
Chisel data jotted down in my Organizer.
Courtney:
Mr. Sirhan Dogen. Now that the murder weapon has been found... I must ask you for your testimony.
Examine evidence
Blade of Chisel
Edgeworth:
Dogen hid this chisel inside his dog's mouth.
Kay:
Could this be the murder weapon of this case?
Edgeworth:
I can't say for certain... However, traces of blood were found on the chisel. At the very least, it's not unrelated to the case...
Bell of Chisel
Kay:
This bell, it's the same as the one that's attached to Anubis' collar.
Edgeworth:
Yes. It's the Assassin Dogen's trademark.
Kay:
An assassin with a trademark... What an odd combination!
Edgeworth:
Don't you think it's similar to the Great Thief Yatagarasu?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, you don't understand anything! A Great Thief has to stand out!
Edgeworth:
(Why would a thief want to stand out...)
Dogen:
........
Edgeworth:
We know how your dog got to the detention center, and we've found the murder weapon... Do you still think you can talk your way out of this?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh heh. Interesting.
Kay:
Th-This guy. Even at a time like this, he's still smiling...
Dogen:
Well, Anubis. It seems everyone has become suspicious of you. It's quite troubling, but since it has come to this, we have no choice but to tell the truth. I did not kill anyone. I've long since grown weary of killing.
Edgeworth:
(What's this? His face looks completely composed.)
Courtney:
It seems we'll need to listen to Mr. Dogen's explanation. Please promptly give your testimony.
Dogen:
Keh heh. Certainly.
-- Dogen's Explanation --
Dogen:
First of all, I would like you to explain my motive.
I do not know anyone by the name of Knightley. We share no connection.
So, I wouldn't think some motive for murder would just appear out of nowhere.
Or are you insinuating my Anubis had a motive?
Keh heh heh. He only bares his fangs at others on my command.
Dogen:
I do not hunger for blood so much as to kill a man I do not even know.
Kay:
Uuugh... Coming from an assassin, it sure is persuasive.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. An assassin who only kills acquaintances? I doubt that would be profitable.
Dogen:
I may kill strangers in my line of work, but I never make it personal.
Edgeworth:
(Is there evidence that shows a connection between Knightley and Dogen... I should thoroughly review the evidence once more.)
Rebuttal
-- Dogen's Explanation --
Dogen:
First of all, I would like you to explain my motive.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You cannot kill without a motive. ...Hardly what I'd expect an assassin to say.
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. I don't spill blood needlessly. It may be required for my job, but not in my personal affairs. They're a little different. Isn't that right, Anubis?
Dogen:
I do not know anyone by the name of Knightley. We share no connection.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You didn't know Knightley? It's not like you to say something like that.
Dogen:
You overestimate me considerably. Did you have such a hard time arresting me in the past?
Edgeworth:
...We've already looked into it. You are the prison's Supplier. Naturally, you would have known about the other prisoners.
Hold it!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. Hearing one thing and knowing ten is just an ideal. It's true, I do hear things. However, that doesn't mean that I know everything. I've never heard of anyone named Knightley.
Present Knightley's Memo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You've lost your touch, Sirhan Dogen."
Dogen:
So, I wouldn't think some motive for murder would just appear out of nowhere.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You are an assassin. You do not require a motive to kill.
Dogen:
Hey, Anubis. What do you think of this man? Is he an idiot, a fool... or possibly even a genius?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You can drop the act. Answer the question.
Dogen:
But first, consider this. Who am I? Before your eyes, you see the man you arrested yourself... The assassin Sirhan Dogen. For those I have needlessly killed, I chant a prayer.
Dogen:
Or are you insinuating my Anubis had a motive?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The dog probably did not have a motive. However, it has been trained to kill.
Dogen:
Anubis, how could this man say such a thing? You poor thing. There there. There there.
Edgeworth:
The dog isn't you. He could have mistaken his target!
Hold it!
Dogen:
In that case, wouldn't police dogs be equally untrustworthy? If you still mean to suspect Anubis... Then you'll have to show me this "evidence" you're so fond of.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! (I don't have that kind of evidence!)
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. He only bares his fangs at others on my command.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Then, perhaps you ordered him to kill Knightley!
Dogen:
Keh heh. Aren't we impatient? Haven't you forgotten the first thing I said? I don't know anyone called Knightley. Although you still insist I do, I'm afraid there's no evidence. Don't you think so too, Anubis? Good boy. Good boy.
Edgeworth:
(Did the dog kill him, or did Dogen... If Dogen did not have the motive to kill, then he could not have murdered Knightley. First, I should show proof of some connection between Dogen and Knightley.)
Edgeworth:
You've lost your touch, Sirhan Dogen. If you had your dog clean up after you, you should have disposed of this too. This is a record of a correspondence chess game found in the victim's cell. This record, and the chessboard in your cell... Both clearly depict the same game.
Dogen:
Wh-What...!
Edgeworth:
I've heard that the number of possible chess positions is around 10¹²Ⱞ
Kay:
10 x 10, 120 times. 100, 1000... Umm... I-Is that even a real number!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. There's absolutely no way these two could have coincided by chance.
Dogen:
........
Edgeworth:
Tell us your reason for killing Knightley! Unless you intend to explain this as a coincidence.
Dogen:
........Keh. Keh heh heh. Well. Don't they say that the truth is stranger than fiction? It is as you said. This is merely a coincidence.
Kay:
B-But there's no way that could have happened!
Dogen:
My correspondence chess opponent was the victim in this incident? What a horrible coincidence. Aren't you shocked too, Anubis?
Knightley's Memo updated in my Organizer.
Dogen:
Looks like I'll have to tell them the truth. Anubis, my boy. The Animal Show, or something. That was when everyone left. Anubis brought the body to my cell... Keh heh heh. He had already been stabbed in the neck with the murder weapon. I did not wish to be suspected. So I had Anubis carry the body to the workroom. After that, he pulled out the murder weapon and returned to me.
Edgeworth:
So you're saying the one who pulled the weapon out was Anubis?
Dogen:
That's right. If I pulled out the murder weapon here, the blood would have been a problem.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Isn't this what that Sahwit guy said...
Sahwit:
A large black dog... ...was biting into the neck of the victim!
Edgeworth:
Wha-! What did you say!
Sahwit:
It was a truly hellish scene... That dog! That dog killed him!
Edgeworth:
I see... So that means Sahwit witnessed the moment the murder weapon was pulled out.
Dogen:
Oh, yes. That prisoner's testimony. It surprised me when I first heard it. It's not often that Anubis makes a blunder like that. Right, boy? Now, I believe that explains my actions. I did not kill him. All I did was remove the murder weapon. Now, will that be all? Anubis is getting tired.
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
Whoa there. Just a moment. Mr. Dogen.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields...!
Ray:
Isn't there one thing you haven't explained? Why would you need to pull out the murder weapon in the first place?
Edgeworth:
(That's right... I understand why he'd move the body to draw suspicion away from him. But, he didn't need to retrieve the murder weapon!)
Dogen:
I thought him just a fool, but how quickly his scent has changed.
Courtney:
Care to elaborate, Mr. Dogen?
Dogen:
It was... because of this bell. The bell attached to the murder weapon, and the bell on my dog's neck... They share a distinctive shape, wouldn't you say?
Edgeworth:
The assassin Sirhan Dogen's trademark...
Kay:
An assassin's trademark?
Edgeworth:
The blind assassin... Sirhan Dogen. He always appears at the sound of a bell. The sound of a bell ringing in the dark of night is said to be the last thing his target hears.
Dogen:
Keh heh. You remember well. It has been a while since you last saw my bells, after all.
Edgeworth:
When I prosecuted you in court, I confiscated a knife with the bell attached to it.
Dogen:
Yes. My bells... There are only two in the world.
Ray:
Only two?
Dogen:
They're custom-made. Attached to my knife and Anubis' collar. Even though I can only rely on my ears... ...I can easily identify them. Alas, one has been confiscated and is not in my possession.
Dogen's Bells jotted down in my Organizer.
Dogen:
When Anubis brought the body here, I heard a familiar sound. I thought my knife must have been embedded in the body. So imagine my confusion when I found out that it was merely a chisel with my bell attached.
Edgeworth:
Indeed, your knife is nothing like this chisel.
Dogen:
Either way, those bells are my trademark. Moreover, I'm the only one in this prison who uses chisels. With all this, I knew I would be falsely suspected. So, I removed the murder weapon and hid it.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you're claiming that you only moved the body!?
Hold it!
Dogen:
Didn't I tell you? That chisel isn't mine. If you think I'm lying... Go ahead and check for my fingerprints.
Courtney:
Sebastian!
Debeste:
Eh? M-Me? But how do I check for...
Courtney:
Forensics!
Debeste:
Y-Yes, maaaaaaam!
Debeste:
A r-r-rr... Reaction! We have fingerprints! They're Knightley's, Justine!
Edgeworth:
What about Dogen's!?
Debeste:
Nope, just Knightley's... And there's no evidence of prints being wiped either.
Courtney:
.......
Edgeworth:
(Only Knightley's fingerprints? I-It can't be...)
Debeste:
Um... Should we re-examine it?
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. See now? I never even touched that chisel. Because I ordered Anubis to carry it in his mouth. In other words, the fingerprints belong to the chisel's original owner!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Ray:
The murder weapon's owner... was the victim? Hrmmm. This is perplexing.
Dogen:
At any rate, I did not touch the murder weapon. In other words, the killer could not have been me... Isn't that right?
Edgeworth:
(Gah! I have nothing to refute that...! H-How could this...! Is he really... not the killer? Could Dogen's testimony actually be... true? This... can't be...!)
Courtney:
It seems this is sufficient enough not to warrant any further explanation... As it stands, you have not changed the state of this case... I believe this is more than enough reason for us to relieve you of your badge. To save any needless fuss, I'd suggest you hand over your badge now.
Gumshoe:
...Th-This is bad, sir! They sound serious!
Edgeworth:
(...It's regrettable, but... With those prints as decisive evidence, I'll have to rethink my logic from step one...)
Kay:
But... there are still many unexplained things. Why would Mr. Knightley be carrying a chisel?
Dogen:
It could be used for many things. Perhaps even prison escapes.
Kay:
Well then... How did he carry it into the prison? I mean, the prisoners aren't even allowed cutlery... Right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
......
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...Hm?
Kay:
Even if your reasoning is off at first, you shouldn't let that confuse you. The most important thing is to arrive at the truth! Isn't that right? It doesn't matter how you get there. The end result is to save Simon! We have to do everything we can for his sake!
Gumshoe:
Well said, Kay!
Edgeworth:
.......
Ray:
Nice one, Kay. I really want to scout you for the law firm now. Remember when Uncle Ray said, "A defense attorney never gives up"? Miles, do you understand the true meaning behind those words?
Edgeworth:
(The true meaning... of those words?)
Ray:
Defense attorneys carry the fate of their client on their shoulders. You are the only person your client can rely on... Just like with Mr. Keyes. We're the only ones who can save him now. We are linked by fate to our clients... That is why we must never give up. There's no way Uncle Ray can go against the teachings of Gregory. So... what will you do?
Edgeworth:
...... Currently, I am a defense attorney's assistant; no, an assistant at my father's firm... I have made a commitment to this case. Therefore... ...If I don't save my client, I cannot say I've achieved it. ...I will abide by this. To save Simon Keyes...! No matter how many times my logic fails, I will always find another possibility.
Kay:
OK! You're finally back! Well then, let's search for that other possibility! To start with... Do you think there was a way Mr. Knightley could've brought the chisel into the prison?
Edgeworth:
(The method Knightley used to bring the chisel into the prison was...!)
Present Chessboard
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Normally, metal objects can't be brought into the detention center or the prison."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This was how Knightley brought the chisel inside!
Courtney:
And could you explain how this allowed him to do so?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Don't you understand?
Courtney:
...I'm afraid I cannot.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (So it's not this...)
Kay:
Was there really a way for him to bring the chisel inside? Didn't someone mention something about that earlier?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. (Why do they suspect Mr. Keyes... The answer lies there!)
Courtney:
It would appear you have no thoughts on the matter.
Edgeworth:
No, Judge Courtney. Please allow me to present evidence once more.
Courtney:
Very well. Please show us your evidence.
Leads back to:
"(The method Knightley used to bring the chisel into the prison was...!)"
Edgeworth:
Normally, metal objects can't be brought into the detention center or the prison.
Kay:
They'd just be caught by the security gate.
Edgeworth:
However, there is one way to avoid this. And that is, if they're sent in a package to the detention center.
Courtney:
That gate is only used on people. In other words, packages sent to the detention center undergo a simpler check.
Edgeworth:
...So they don't use a metal detector for that?
Courtney:
This never should have happened... It seems the guards were too careless.
Edgeworth:
Knowing this, Knightley asked Simon to send him a package. Namely, a chessboard containing the chisel!
Courtney:
...Well, this has solved one of our problems. The fact that the chisel was not Mr. Dogen's, but Mr. Knightley's.
Chessboard data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Given this... One major issue remains. The security camera shows a dog attacking the victim... As long as that exists, I will maintain that Dogen is the killer.
Ray:
But, Dogen never touched the murder weapon. ...I'm stumped.
Courtney:
We also desire a conclusion to this matter.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! We can use one of my secret weapons, sir! Secret Weapon No. 4! The video analyzing machine: Mr. Analysis!
Edgeworth:
What's with that ridiculous name!?
Gumshoe:
I-I named it myself, sir... This'll let us analyze video footage in detail.
Dogen:
Go ahead. You'll soon see I'm not lying.
Edgeworth:
(I don't know what will come of this but... All we can do now is investigate!)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Do you know how to use Mr. Analysis??
Edgeworth:
(A video analysis machine... Should I hear how to use it?)
Hear his explanation
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. Could you show me how to use it?
Gumshoe:
Of course, sir! Fundamentally, it's the same as investigating a crime scene. You just Examine anything that piques your curiosity!
Edgeworth:
(To Examine I just press the X Button...)
Gumshoe:
Now, I'd like you to look at the buttons below the monitor! The left and right buttons will rewind and fast forward, respectively. And the center button lets you pause the video... Let's make good use of it to advance our investigation, sir!
Edgeworth:
(To rewind and fast forward, I use the Y and A Buttons. And to pause I use the B Button.)
Gumshoe:
While paused, you can go to the previous frame or the next frame! You just use the same left and right buttons as before, sir. Next, I'll explain how to zoom in! Just point the cursor at the area you want to zoom in on and... ...press the button on the upper left of Mr. Analysis! The one that says Zoom+!
Edgeworth:
(It seems I can also use L Button to zoom in.)
Gumshoe:
And after you've zoomed in, you can Examine it just like you would the original image! Use the previous frame and next frame buttons to Examine frame by frame! But, you can't actually playback the video in this mode, so keep that in mind.
Edgeworth:
And what should I do if I want to zoom out?
Gumshoe:
Just press the top left button on Mr. Analysis again, sir! Now, it should say Zoom-. And that concludes the explanation, sir! Well then, let's turn on Mr. Analysis.
Leads to:
"Use Mr. Analysis to examine any suspicious part of the video, sir!"
Don't hear his explanation
Edgeworth:
Hmm. I see no particular need for an explanation.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Alright, let's turn on Mr. Analysis and get started.
Leads to:
"Use Mr. Analysis to examine any suspicious part of the video, sir!"
Gumshoe:
Use Mr. Analysis to examine any suspicious part of the video, sir!
Edgeworth:
(This is the video from the detention center's camera... I believe this was the moment when Knightley was being attacked by the dog... If that wasn't the case, then what does it show? Is the person in this video really Knightley...? And what is the true form of the black silhouette attacking this person...? I should check the video and try to find the answers to these two questions.)
Gumshoe:
There could be unexpected things in unexpected places! So be sure to check every nook and cranny of the video, sir!
Edgeworth:
(What part of video is strange?)
Black figure at around 6:42:21 (after zooming)
Edgeworth:
Th... This is...! I fear we have made a grave miscalculation! This animal... This silhouette... No matter how you look at it, it is not a dog. This animal is...
A bear
Leads to:
"From the silhouette, I'd say the animal is not a dog, but a bear."
A cat
Edgeworth:
This silhouette is definitely a cat.
Kay:
...A cat?
Ray:
No matter how hard I try, Uncle Ray can't see a cat.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Please be more serious with your answers!
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (I-I was being serious... I should have another look at the animal seen in the video.)
Leads back to:
"This animal is..."
A pig
Edgeworth:
This silhouette is clearly a pig.
Debeste:
...A pig!? Now that you say it, it has to be...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I certainly cannot see anything resembling a pig.
Ray:
Now, now. I'm sure that Miles here was just joking, right?
Edgeworth:
......! (I was being serious...)
Debeste:
What!? It was a joke!?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Please be more serious with your answers!
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (That must have left a bad impression... I should have another look at the animal seen in the video.)
Leads back to:
"This animal is..."
Edgeworth:
From the silhouette, I'd say the animal is not a dog, but a bear.
Kay:
So then, in that photo I took...
Edgeworth:
Those footprints must have belonged to this bear, yes.
Tunnel Footprints data updated in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
Hm? Did you say a bear...
Edgeworth:
Yes. That man is the first to come to mind.
Before examining mirror
Edgeworth:
Now that we know this black shadow isn't a dog, but a bear... There's a good possibility that the man being attacked is not Knightley.
Gumshoe:
Whatever can show that this man isn't Knightley... ...should be somewhere in the video, wouldn't it, sir?
Edgeworth:
Since his face is not visible, it would be difficult to get direct confirmation. However... perhaps there is something indirectly reflected.
Gumshoe:
Something reflected...? Hey, isn't there a mirror in the cell, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed... That could be worth examining.
After examining mirror
Leads to:
"We were all under the impression that the person in this video was Knightley."
Mirror at around 6:42:23 (after zooming)
Edgeworth:
A reflection of this person can be seen in this mirror. Hm? Is that a cap on his head...?
Gumshoe:
Actually, it looks kinda like the caps the prison guards wear, sir! You don't think... it was a guard who was attacked?
Edgeworth:
Have you received a report of any guard being attacked by an animal?
Gumshoe:
No, not that I've heard, sir...
Edgeworth:
Hm. Then it was someone else wearing a guard's uniform... I see. I have evidence that shows what this cap is. It is...
Present Stolen Uniform
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Normally, metal objects can't be brought into the detention center or the prison."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The cap in this video is clearly this!
Kay:
Eh? That doesn't look like it at all...
Edgeworth:
.......Ngh! ...I'll try thinking it over again. The person in this video is wearing a guard's uniform. But they're not a guard. In that case, why would they choose to appear this way...?
Leads back to:
"I have evidence that shows what this cap is. It is..."
Edgeworth:
There was no report of a guard being attacked by an animal. However, we did hear that a guard's uniform was stolen. Putting two and two together... I'd say this was... a disguise. For the purpose of a prison escape...
Gumshoe:
D-Disguised as a guard...! That sounds like it could have been successful, sir. Huh? Speaking of prison escapes...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That person certainly was successful.
Before examining black figure
Edgeworth:
If the person in this video is not Knightley... Then perhaps that black shadow is not a dog either.
Gumshoe:
If you zoom in, you should be able to see its real shape, sir!
After examining black figure
Leads to:
"We were all under the impression that the person in this video was Knightley."
Anywhere else
Edgeworth:
(Nothing here... I should have another look at the video. Maybe I'll find something if I make use of the zoom feature.)
Edgeworth:
We were all under the impression that the person in this video was Knightley.
Kay:
But, it's his cell after all. Why would it be anyone else...?
Edgeworth:
That line of logic no longer holds. Remember the tunnel under his bed!? It's possible whoever used this tunnel is the one in this video!
Courtney:
It seems it is time to answer that question. Just who is the person in this video...?
Edgeworth:
The person in this video is...
Present Jay Elbird profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The person wearing the guard's uniform is..."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
Whaah! The person in this video is really them!?
Edgeworth:
It's the only possibility...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
No, it's not.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (I was mistaken...)
Kay:
You can see a bear in this video... Isn't there someone in the prison who keeps a bear?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It's likely they are the one in this video. Judge Courtney. Will you give me permission to speak once more?
Courtney:
Very well. So, who is this person...?
Leads back to:
"I have evidence that shows what this cap is. It is..."
Edgeworth:
The person wearing the guard's uniform is... ...the escaped prisoner, Jay Elbird. The probability is extremely high. His pet is a polar bear cub.
Kay:
But, but! The bear here is black!
Edgeworth:
We have evidence that can explain this matter. The reason the polar bear became black is...
Present Rubber Glove
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Think back to Frank Sahwit's testimony."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Courtney:
That is what turned the polar bear black?
Ray:
Uncle Ray can't understand why that would turn it black either.
Courtney:
Would you care to provide an explanation?
Debeste:
I-I can understand it even without his explanation!
Edgeworth:
Hmph...
Courtney:
Please refrain from making such meaningless statements.
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph. (It wasn't this...)
Kay:
Mr. Elbird's polar bear. I'm sure it was under the care of Mr. Sahwit!
Edgeworth:
Yes. The answer must lie in something that happened at that time! Judge Courtney, will you allow me to present evidence once more?
Courtney:
In the name of the Goddess of Law, I will allow it. Please present your evidence.
Leads back to:
"The reason the polar bear became black is..."
Edgeworth:
Think back to Frank Sahwit's testimony.
Sahwit:
! That's the rubber glove I dropped.
Edgeworth:
Where did the mud on this glove come from?
Sahwit:
Ahh. That's the mud from my mud packs. At the time I was practicing applying my mud packs.
Edgeworth:
Could you tell me when this took place on the day of the incident?
Sahwit:
Since the Animal Show had started... I'd say it was around 9 AM. The mud packs turned the animals' bodies pitch black! And my heart was pure white...! I was totally engrossed with covering the animals in mud!
Edgeworth:
During the Animal Show, Mr. Sahwit was applying mud packs to the animals.
Kay:
So, then, among those animals...
Edgeworth:
Was this polar bear... Yes.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. There is a huge contradiction in your argument. The security camera footage...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. You are quite right. Sahwit used the mud packs during the Animal Show. Knowing this, a new contradiction in the video comes to light.
Kay:
A new contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Kay. Do you know when this footage was taken?
Kay:
It was after the mud packs were used, that would put it at around 9 AM.
Edgeworth:
In that case, you should notice something strange about this video.
Kay:
Huh!? What's strange about it?
Edgeworth:
The strange thing that contradicts the time this video was taken is...
Present timestamp
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The time Sahwit covered the polar bear in mud was around 9 AM..."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
That's the contradiction?
Ray:
So where, specifically, is the contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Specifically, around here...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I'm afraid I cannot accept such unclear terms.
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (So it wasn't here...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Is there really something strange in this video!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. And I'll show it to you now. (The video was taken at around 9 AM... In that case, there is something obviously strange about this video.)
Leads back to:
"The strange thing that contradicts the time this video was taken is..."
Edgeworth:
The time Sahwit covered the polar bear in mud was around 9 AM... Which means this video should also have been taken at 9 AM. However, the timestamp reads 6 AM! On that day, the prisoners went to the courtyard to watch the Animal Show. At this time, only three people remained behind. Dogen in the special cell... Sahwit in the workroom, applying his mudpacks... And the one who put his escape plan in motion at that moment, Jay Elbird. Elbird left the polar bear in Sahwit's care and entered the secret tunnel. However, the bear escaped from Sahwit and followed after its owner. And just as he was chasing after the escaped bear, Sahwit happened to witness... ...the dog pulling the murder weapon out of the body. If Sahwit's testimony is correct, this video must have been taken at around 9 AM. However, the timestamp is off by three hours.
Kay:
Why would the timestamp be off like that?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. I'd like you to examine the security camera.
Gumshoe:
Sorry to keep you waiting, sir! I asked all the guards and... ...it seems the camera's power was cut off for a moment, throwing off the timestamp.
Edgeworth:
What?
Gumshoe:
The camera is an old model, so if it loses power, the clock stops as well.
Edgeworth:
In that case, this means the camera's power was cut for three hours...
Security Camera data updated in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
While I'm at it, I've got some more information for you, sir. You heard that Knightley denied stealing the key, right? It seems nobody would believe the words of a criminal, but... ...Knightley testified, "I was knocked out too."
Edgeworth:
That may not necessarily be a lie...
Roland:
My, my, my. There you all are! Making progress in your investigation? Can I be of any help?
Edgeworth:
Actually, Warden Roland, there is something we must report to you. The escaped prisoner... Jay Elbird, is most likely still inside the prison. He has disguised himself. Here is the proof. The person visible in this security video is Elbird. So, perhaps, he's still in this very building...!
Kay:
Come to think of it, didn't Mr. Elbird have a bracelet like the other prisoners?
Edgeworth:
The bracelet would have been concealed under the uniform's sleeves. Moreover... ...the prison's main gate does not have a sensor to detect bracelets. All he would have to do is avoid any doors with sensors inside the prison.
Roland:
Th-That's right. So, if he didn't enter the cells or the workrooms... ...could one of you guys be Jay Elbird...!?
Kay:
Ah! Rocky!
Guard:
S-Stop it! What are you doing!?
Edgeworth:
It would seem that Rocky has answered that question for us.
Elbird:
........Ngh. NOOOOOOOOOO! Rocky! This is all your fault!
Edgeworth:
The little guy loves you so much, it's enviable.
Roland:
Right then! Seize him at once!
Edgeworth:
Wait. There's something we must hear from this prisoner. It's necessary if we are to find the truth. I'd like permission to interrogate him.
Roland:
...Understood.
Elbird:
...What do you want out of me?
Edgeworth:
(Elbird's escape route is linked to Knightley's cell. So it's highly likely he knows something about the crime!) I'd like to ask you about the day the body was found.
-- When the Body Was Found --
Elbird:
So it was you guys? You were the ones who found my secret tunnel!
It took me ages to dig that!
The day the body was found was the day I had planned to escape. I was in disguise.
Then, Rocky followed after me.
But he was all covered in mud. I panicked and returned to my cell.
Elbird:
Damn! If only you guys hadn't shown up! If only Knightley hadn't died!
Edgeworth:
You say you dug the tunnel. What did you use to dig it?
Elbird:
Oh, that... Just hammers... and spoons. Stuff like that. I bought them from the Supplier! But it was all for nothing!
Dogen:
Keh heh heh. No need to lose your temper. There's always next time.
Edgeworth:
(On the day of the incident, it's possible that Elbird met Knightley while he was alive. I'll have to listen to his testimony carefully.)
Rebuttal
-- When the Body Was Found --
Elbird:
So it was you guys? You were the ones who found my secret tunnel!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You...
Elbird:
Shuddup! What's with that "Hold it", punk!
Edgeworth:
You say you dug...
Elbird:
What's it to you! You know how long it took me to dig that!? I had to beg the Supplier for those tools! Day after day, I slaved away! Give me back my hard work! Give it back, you sonuva...!
Edgeworth:
(I can't get a word in edgewise.)
Elbird:
You can't just go around discovering people's holes!
Elbird:
It took me ages to dig that!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you dug that hole alone?
Elbird:
You're damn right I did!
Edgeworth:
Could a tunnel like that really be dug by one person?
Kay:
Wow... Such a wasted effort.
Elbird:
A kid like you wouldn't understand. Never rely on others. Never let others see you. Those are the rules we live by in here.
Kay:
Well... as a Great Thief, I kinda see where you're coming from.
Edgeworth:
...Kay, don't agree with him.
Kay:
Ah, no! I was just joking!
Elbird:
Well, I wasn't! Damn, why'd it come to this!
Elbird:
The day the body was found was the day I had planned to escape. I was in disguise.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Did you obtain the guard's uniform from the Supplier too?
Elbird:
Yeah... That's right. Seems he got it by threatening a guard. That guy went and stole it from someone's locker.
Edgeworth:
So, when you went through the tunnel, you were already dressed like a guard?
Elbird:
No. To ensure that the clothes wouldn't get stained with mud, I carried them with me. Once I got out of the hole and changed clothes, getting out the cell doors was simple. And that's when... Rocky ran up and jumped on me!
Edgeworth:
...That must be the moment the security camera captured. I see. Could you add that to your testimony?
Add statement:
"Once I got out of the hole and changed clothes, getting out the cell doors was simple."
Elbird:
Once I got out of the hole and changed clothes, getting out the cell doors was simple.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Getting out the cell door was "simple", you say...?
Elbird:
Yeah. Compared to going through the tunnel, it was very simple.
Edgeworth:
You inhabit a prison. Yet, you seem to know the layout of the detention center quite well.
Elbird:
! Wh-What's so wrong about that? Sure, I've been to the detention center too.
Edgeworth:
(In that case, he should have known about it from the start. When Knightley was in his cell, the door would've been locked! Which means there was one piece of evidence Elbird needed to escape.)
Present Knightley's Cell Key
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say it was simple getting through the cell door?"
Elbird:
Then, Rocky followed after me.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
When did you first realize he was following you?
Elbird:
When I got out of the tunnel. Just when I thought I pulled it off ...Damn!
Edgeworth:
Didn't you notice anything when you entered the tunnel?
Elbird:
He wasn't there at the time. I knew he would follow me if he was around. This is my chance! I thought... Just my luck, damn it...!
Kay:
Such harsh words... Poor Rocky...
Elbird:
I-I can't help it! Today was his fault too! Just like yesterday, always clinging onto me!
Elbird:
But he was all covered in mud. I panicked and returned to my cell.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You didn't consider just making a run for it?
Elbird:
I would have if I could! But the mud would've given me away. And it's not like I'd get another chance like this. So, I had to proceed with caution.
Edgeworth:
(In the end, he was exposed by his own bear.)
Edgeworth:
(It's possible that Elbird met Knightley before he died. I should listen to his testimony carefully, and review the evidence.)
Edgeworth:
You say it was simple getting through the cell door?
Elbird:
Yeah. That's right. You got a problem with that? Huh?
Edgeworth:
Even though you managed to arrive at Knightley's cell, opening the door wasn't so simple. How did you intend to unlock the cell door? Jay Elbird! You... had the key to Knightley's cell!
Elbird:
...! I ain't got... nothing like that. Th-That's it! It was open! It was already unlocked when I got there!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Indeed, the cell was vacant after Knightley's death. Which is why... ...at the time we conducted out investigation, it was unlocked. Your successful escape attempt occurred after Knightley's death. So the door would've been open. However, you had tried to escape once before then!
Kay:
The plan was foiled thanks to Rocky; the video shows it!
Edgeworth:
Yes. That was during the Animal Show. Before Knightley's death was known! And the cell door was locked! Because no one knew he was dead! Without the key to Knightley's cell, your escape would have been impossible!
Elbird:
Guh... Gwaaaarrgh!
Courtney:
That means... It can't be...!
Edgeworth:
It's exactly what you think. In the case of the stolen key, the culprit is... ...Jay Elbird! You were the one who attacked the guard, weren't you? The guard... and Knightley too! In order to steal the cell key!
Elbird:
I-It wasn't me! I don't know any Knightley!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
After stealing the key, you returned to your cell, as a precautionary measure. Then, you waited for a time when the prison would be mostly vacant. That was just before Knightley's death became known. In other words, during the Animal Show! But in the end, the plan was foiled thanks to Rocky...
Hold it!
Elbird:
Don't screw with me! If you don't have evidence, I'll still win by decision! Besides, it was that Knightley guy who attacked the guard, right?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I think not. Regarding the theft of the keys, Knightley was the victim! This proves Knightley was the victim who was attacked in his cell...!
Present Wiped Floor
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"In Knightley's cell, there were traces of his blood, which had been wiped away."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Debeste:
Does this really prove it?
Edgeworth:
Of course.
Debeste:
If you say so, then I get the feeling he was definitely the victim.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. This evidence proves nothing.
Debeste:
Huh! Really... I knew that!
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (It's not easy to fool Judge Courtney. I have to remember the state of Knightley's cell. I have to show what happened between those two!)
Debeste:
As I thought, you don't have proof, do you?
Leads back to:
"This proves Knightley was the victim who was attacked in his cell...!"
Edgeworth:
In Knightley's cell, there were traces of his blood, which had been wiped away. I believe this is more than enough proof Knightley was attacked in his cell. You attacked those two people and stole the key, didn't you?
Elbird:
Gwaaaaaaaaarrgh! ...Damn! I never thought you'd find the bloodstain I wiped away with the newspaper...
Kay:
Why would you go through all the trouble of wiping the bloodstain?
Elbird:
On the hands of Knightley and the guard, there were obvious signs of a scuffle, you know. If the bloodstains were uncovered, they'd find out there was another attacker! And if anyone looked around the bed, the tunnel I dug would be discovered!
Edgeworth:
So, you were trying to buy more time for your escape attempt. But I'm afraid to say your plan still ended in failure. Now then... Hand over the keys to Knightley's cell!
Elbird:
Guh... Gwoooh! Urgh! Gwaaaarrgh! D... a... mn iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! No way... How could an amateur like you knock me out! Here. I got the keys right here.
Knightley's Cell Key data updated in my Organizer.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Hold it! If you have that key, then that means...!
Edgeworth:
That's right, Judge Courtney. You reasoned that Knightley stole the key and used it to leave his cell... From there, he entered Mr. Keyes' cage and was moved to the workroom. However... The very foundation of that hypothesis has collapsed!
Courtney:
Aaaaaaaaaah!
Debeste:
HOOOOOOOOOOOOW!
Ray:
I see. In that case... ...there was only one person who could have moved Knightley. The criminal must have been someone who knew about the secret tunnel.
Elbird:
...H-Hey! A-Are you suggesting...!
Gumshoe:
Jay Elbird! You're under arrest, pal!
Elbird:
W-Wait! I didn't do nothin'! Sure, I knocked out those two guys. Then, I stole the keys! And after that, I waited for the perfect time to enter that guy's cell. But, the cell was empty then! There was no dead body either. And also, how could I have gotten into the workroom? I couldn't even leave my own cell, right?
Edgeworth:
It's true, you only had the key to Knightley's cell. But... there's also Dogen's dog.
Elbird:
Wha?
Edgeworth:
It'd be possible for the dog to carry the body from the cell to the workroom.
Ray:
I see... So, you're saying there was an accomplice!
Edgeworth:
The crime would've been possible if Elbird and Dogen were working together. It's perfectly plausible. Somehow Elbird managed to carry Knightley's body to his own cell...
Gumshoe:
...and then, the dog must've carried it to the workroom!
Edgeworth:
Yes, because all the animals can move freely in the prison. But that's not the case for the path between the detention center and the prison. The only one who could use that route was you, Jay Elbird!
Hold it!
Elbird:
What if there was another route that you didn't know about?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. There couldn't have been. The tunnel is a straight path, is it not?
Elbird:
Yeah, seems like it. I didn't have enough time to dig any more than I did. I only dug halfway up the corridor.
Edgeworth:
What? You mean to say that you didn't dig the entire tunnel?
Elbird:
When I got to that cell, the tunnel was already there. There was a tunnel linking my cell to the well. Looking down the well from the courtyard, there's no mistaking it. They've always been connected.. I just continued the tunnel with my digging.
Edgeworth:
What was that hole doing there in the first place?
Elbird:
Who knows. Maybe another inmate dug it in an attempt to escape?
Kay:
Or maybe the animals dug it! Maybe they wanted to drink from the well?
Edgeworth:
(That's highly doubtful...)
Elbird:
There's no water in that well anymore. It's all dried up. Hm? Wait a minute. That's it. For some reason, that well gave off a nice scent.
Edgeworth:
A nice scent?
Elbird:
I don't know what it was, but it smelled sweet, like candy...
Edgeworth:
This scent... I believe we've come across it before. (We know this scent from...)
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Knightley's body was giving off a sweet, candy-like scent."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Is it, by chance, this scent? Here, have a sniff.
Elbird:
*sniff* *sniff*... Nope, it wasn't this smell.
Edgeworth:
What!? (I must have been mistaken... When we found the tunnel, we followed some kind of scent... That must be the answer!)
Leads back to:
"(We know this scent from...)"
Edgeworth:
Knightley's body was giving off a sweet, candy-like scent. We used a police dog to track that scent. And that led us to discover the tunnel.
Elbird:
!
Edgeworth:
By any chance, could this be the same scent as the well?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, I know what you're trying to say. That the scent proves the body was carried down through the tunnel.
Edgeworth:
Exactly. And... Jay Elbird! You are the only one who could have used the tunnel!
Courtney:
...Thank you, Mr. Elbird. I am very grateful to you. At last... At last the truth comes to light. Mr. Elbird, wouldn't it be wise to confess now? To being an accomplice, I mean.
Elbird:
Don't tell me even you suspect me too?
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, it seems you and I have come to the same conclusion.
Courtney:
...Not at all. Our thoughts on this matter are still quite different. Mr. Elbird was certainly an accomplice, but an accomplice to Horace Knightley.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...What do you mean?
Courtney:
Mr. Elbird did not move the body. He simply lent the victim his keys.
Kay:
Wha!
Courtney:
It would seem Mr. Elbird did indeed strike Mr. Knightley on the head. However... Mr. Knightley was not knocked out. The two must have made a little negotiation.
Ray:
Negotiation?
Courtney:
For Mr. Knightley's escape plan to work, he would have needed the keys to his cell. So, Mr. Elbird stole them from the guard... On the other hand, for Mr. Elbird to escape, he needed to get to Mr. Knightley's cell. But, if Mr. Knightley had seen him and yelled, the plan would have gone down the drain. .....And so, they "negotiated".
Hold it!
Elbird:
I-I didn't negotiate nothing!
Courtney:
Oh? You still intend to deny it?
Ray:
I see. So, in other words, we're back where we started.
Courtney:
Mr. Elbird opened the cell door, and Mr. Knightley entered Mr. Keyes' cage. And then, he was moved into the prison.
Debeste:
Of course! And then he was killed in the prison workroom!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Weren't you listening? The scent on the body shows it must have been moved through the tunnel! Knightley was moved from the detention center through the tunnel...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
...Please wait until someone is finished before speaking. I do not claim that he wasn't moved through the tunnel.
Edgeworth:
What?
Debeste:
Y-You don't?
Courtney:
The scent shows that the body was moved through the tunnel. However, that does not mean it came from the detention center.
Kay:
What do you mean? That sure sounds like a contradiction to me...
Courtney:
Isn't there one more possibility? The well in the courtyard... It's possible the body was dropped down from there.
Kay:
The courtyard...? Ahh! The well in the courtyard!
Courtney:
Mr. Keyes carried the cage not to the workroom, but to the courtyard. Mr. Knightley was killed in the courtyard and his body was dropped down the well. And then, the body at the bottom of the well was moved by Mr. Dogen's dog. Now... there's one thing I'd like you all to remember. Before the body was discovered... What was happening in the courtyard?
Kay:
The Animal Show, right? Regina and Simon were there. ...Wait? Simon? ...Aaaaaaah!
Courtney:
I see you understand. Who then, dropped the body drown the well?
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney... She's a tough opponent. Her flexible way of thinking enables her to adapt and come up with her own deductions...)
Courtney:
Mr. Knightley was not carried to the workroom but to the courtyard... And Mr. Keyes was off stage for 15 minutes. This was when he dropped Mr. Knightley down the well. It's as simple as that.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, your reasoning is sound, I'll admit that. However, let's say the body was dropped down the well... That didn't have to be done during the show, it could have happened at a different time!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Unfortunately for you, Prosecutor Edgeworth, that is not possible.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Courtney:
When the show started, Mr. Elbird was in the tunnel, on his way to the cell block. Mr. Elbird. At that time, did you happen to see a body in the tunnel?
Elbird:
Nope... Nothing like that.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Courtney:
So, if the body had been dropped before the show... Mr. Elbird would have seen it. However, he has stated he did not see a body. So it is impossible to think the body was dropped before the show. And after the show, the body was discovered in the workroom... In other words! The body being dropped down the well and then moved to the workroom... ...could only have been done during the show. And the only one who could have done it is Simon Keyes!
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh!
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth! Wh-What should we do?
Edgeworth:
(If the body was moved through the well, that does put Mr. Keyes at a major disadvantage.) However! The notion that the body was moved through the well is only a hypothesis. That doesn't mean there is "evidence."
Courtney:
..... I am obligated to recognize that fact.
Edgeworth:
Will you allow me to investigate the courtyard once more?
Courtney:
.....I give my approval, in the name of the Goddess of Law.
Edgeworth:
(Reinvestigating the courtyard... I fear this may be out final chance! Huh? What?)
Kay:
F-Fire!
Gumshoe:
Could be another prison break, pal!
Ray:
Sh-Should we evacuate?
Hold it!
Roland:
Everyone! Please remain calm! This is just the signal for the evening meal. It's a little loud, so I can understand why you'd be surprised.
Kay:
It sure scared me.
Roland:
I'm terribly sorry. And with that, everyone! Please return to your posts! Jay Elbird, it's also time for you to return to your room.
Elbird:
Ugh... Bah! I got it! .....Let's go, Rocky.
Edgeworth:
Warden Roland. We will be proceeding to the courtyard for another investigation.
Roland:
Isn't it time for you to go home as well, Mr. Edgeworth? It looks like we're out of time. Why don't you continue this another time?
Edgeworth:
B-But! The investigation...
Roland:
Today's been a big day, right? With the escaped prisoner and all. So, I'm afraid I can't let outsiders like you loiter around any longer.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...)
Roland:
This is my decision as the warden of this prison.
Courtney:
.....Looks like it can't be helped. The warden's word can be called the law of the prison. Prosecutor Edgeworth. This means we will have to carry out our investigation another day. Until then, you may hold on to your Prosecutor's Badge. And with that, I leave you.
Roland:
Now, I think it's time you all left...
Edgeworth:
(Well, it looks like we'll have to continue the investigation tomorrow. Knightley's body was dropped down the well... And was carried to the workroom from Mr. Elbird's cell. This is Judge Courtney's logic, but is it correct? And... ...Judge Courtney claims that Mr. Keyes transported him, but... ...was Mr. Keyes really the only one with a chance to move him?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Let's do our best tomorrow! We have to save Simon, no matter what!
Edgeworth:
Indeed, I agree. (I must prove Mr. Keyes' innocence without fail...!)
To be continued.
March 29, 10:12 AMPrisonCourtyard
Edgeworth:
The courtyard... Depending on what we find here, the entire incident could become clear. However...
Kay:
There's nothing left here.
Edgeworth:
(Yesterday...)
Courtney:
Isn't there one more possibility? The well in the courtyard... It's possible the body was dropped down from there.
Courtney:
In other words! The body being dropped down the well and then moved to the workroom... ...could only have been done during the show. And the only one who could have done it is Simon Keyes!
Edgeworth:
(Was the body dropped down the well or not? This could be the decisive clue that we need to reach the truth of the matter. Before I continue with the investigation, I should organize my evidence.)
Unnecessary evidence has been removed. Remaining evidence has been re-arranged.
Kay:
Let's see here... Hey, there's a grate here!
Ray:
The well has run dry, after all. They even put a lock on it.
Kay:
Lock picking is one of my specialties! Wanna see?
Edgeworth:
There is absolutely no need for you to show off.
Kay:
Oh, c'mon. Don't be like that... Whoa!
Edgeworth:
What happened, Kay?
Kay:
The lock is broken! Judging from the looks of it... It feels like it was broken some time ago.
Edgeworth:
(So the lock was broken... This means that anyone could have dropped the body down this well.) According to Judge Courtney's reasoning, Mr. Keyes murdered Knightley in the courtyard. And then, during the show, he disposed of the body in the well...
Ray:
You think so? Did he really use the well to move the body?
Kay:
Ah, I know! Let's get Missile to help us out again! He should be able to track the scent of the body!
Edgeworth:
Good idea. Let me contact Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Detective Gumshoe here!
Edgeworth:
Detective, I have a favor to ask of you. We would like for you to bring Missile to the prison courtyard.
Gumshoe:
Sounds like you need the help of one of my "Seven Secret Weapons" again, huh, sir?
Edgeworth:
(I thought Missile belonged to the police department.) And also, I would like for you to contact a witness. Please contact Regina Berry of the Berry Big Circus and bring her here.
Gumshoe:
Roger that, sir! I'll bring them over in a flash!
Kay:
So, what should we do while we wait for Gummy? How about some hide-and-seek?
Ray:
What are you talking about, Kay? There's nowhere to hide here.
Edgeworth:
(I don't think that is the issue.) Kay. During times like this, isn't it your turn to shine?
Kay:
Oh, that! You want me to re-create the crime scene!
Ray:
Huh? How do ya do that?
Kay:
See for yourself! The great Thief's secret weapon, Little Thief!
Ray:
Whoa! What's that? Screens floating in midair...! Just what are you doing, Kay?
Kay:
I'm entering the information needed for the simulation!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields, this "Little Thief"... ...is a tool that can re-create a crime scene based on the information it is given.
Kay:
Should I set it for how this place was like when we came here yesterday?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I believe they were in the middle of taking down the set. We didn't pay enough attention to the well, so it's possible we may have missed a clue.
Kay:
Leave it to me. I took a picture of the place too! There, there, there aaaaand there! Data entry complete! Now to set the projection to maximum output... Dark skies of evening, when no other bird dares take wing, one alone remains all-seeing! Now, witness the true power of a real, modern-day Robin Hood!
Ray:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What!? What just happened!?
Kay:
I re-created the courtyard from yesterday based on the information I entered! This was a tool the previous Yatagarasu used. It's a device to run simulations to practice stealing things.
Edgeworth:
But used in this manner, we can inspect the crime scene as it was in the past.
Kay:
Oh, but it's still only a re-creation based on what information we have! I can't re-create what I don't have information for, and if my information is incorrect... The re-creation could come out strange, too.
Edgeworth:
(In this case, since Kay had the photo, there should be no problems.) Now, let's begin the investigation.
Begin Investigation
PrisonCourtyard
Kay:
Since it's a re-creation, you can examine things just like you always do! You can even present evidence when you find a contradiction!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I know. (First, I should start with that well...)
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
It'd be nice if we could come up with an alibi for Simon!
Edgeworth:
Do not bring in your personal feelings or you won't be able to conduct a proper investigation. Information should be collected calmly and swifty.
Kay:
I see! It's just like how Mr. Edgeworth never shows any emotion; When you analyze your opponents with that icy glare!
Edgeworth:
(...Do I really come across as such a cold person...)
Present
Security Footage
Kay:
It's the exact moment of the murder! ...Or so we thought. Actually, the footage shows Mr. Elbird and Rocky the polar bear.
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like this will be the compelling piece of evidence we need. But, according to the timestamp from the security camera, there are three hours missing. Why did the security camera lose power for three hours?
Kay:
It was probably just a power outage!
Edgeworth:
(I wonder... Is that really what happened...?)
Well (bottom side)
Edgeworth:
Let's examine the area around the well. It holds the key to this case.
Before examining well, pulleys, rope, and metal weight
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining well, pulleys, rope, and metal weight
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Pulleys
Edgeworth:
Hm? There are some pulleys here... They don't appear to be the pulley that was used to lift the bucket from the well.
Well
Edgeworth:
The well was behind the stage. That means...
Ray:
Only a few people would have access to dump the body in the well during the performance.
Edgeworth:
(This isn't looking good for Mr. Keyes...)
Rope
Edgeworth:
It's a sturdy hemp rope.
Kay:
It looks like the rope they use for tug-of-wars.
Edgeworth:
...I'm not going to play tug-of-war with you.
Kay:
I didn't even say anything yet!
Edgeworth:
There's a metal stake attached to the end of the rope.
Kay:
Ah! You use these to pin down the tent when you go camping!
Edgeworth:
(It doesn't seem like they'd need this for the performance... I wonder what it was used for?)
Metal weight
Edgeworth:
This is... a metal weight. It weighs... It's hard to see in the re-creation. Kay. Do you remember?
Kay:
I think... it was 33 pounds (33 lbs (15 Kg) weights - Metal weights. Placed near the well. Each one weighs 33 pounds (15 Kg).). I wonder what such a heavy thing was used for?
Edgeworth:
It doesn't seem to be directly related to the circus.
(Examining well, pulleys, rope, and metal weight leads to:)
Kay:
These things around the well (Tools around the well - Pulleys, metal weights and ropes. What could they be used for?), what were they used for? They don't seem to be related to the Animal Show.
Edgeworth:
I agree. We can ask Ms. Berry about it later.
Well (top side)
Pulley
Edgeworth:
This pulley was used to lift the bucket from the well. The bucket... can't be found.
Door
Edgeworth:
This door is locked.
Kay:
Want me to pick the lock? Success is not guaranteed though!
Edgeworth:
No, if need be I'll just borrow a key.
Kay:
Sheesh. I thought it was finally a chance for me to steal the spotlight.
Edgeworth:
Don't even think about stealing anything in my presence... Not even the spotlight.
Raymond Shields
Ray:
A Great Thief's secret weapon. ...He he, I see. But, isn't this bad? Using a thief's tool to aid in the investigation?
Edgeworth:
.........
Ray:
Don't make such a scary face. It's alright, Uncle Ray's lips are sealed. ...It's for the truth, right?
Edgeworth:
The evidence may very well already have been destroyed. In order to re-create the crime scene, we need her help.
Ray:
Why so serious? At times like this, a simple smile will suffice.
Edgeworth:
Yes. Thank you very much.
Cart
Edgeworth:
This crate... No, there are tires attached to it, so I guess it's a cart.
Kay:
Just once, I'd like to ride one of these bad boys down a hill.
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
Ah! Or maybe one of those office chairs with wheels, doesn't that sound like fun?
Edgeworth:
(...What is she talking about?)
Astique
Ray:
Umm. What was the elephant's name again?
Kay:
She's Astique the Asian Elephant (Astique the elephant - Star of the show. Along with Regent the tiget and Simon.)!
Ray:
Ahh. That's right. It's an easy name to remember.
Edgeworth:
Maybe... they couldn't think of a good name, so they gave her a name that's easy to remember?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! What a terrible thing to say about poor Astique!
Lake
Edgeworth:
This pond is where Warden Roland keeps her pet alligator.
Kay:
I guess those fish bones are the remains of her last meal...
Edgeworth:
I don't think an alligator would leave such clean bones.
Kay:
But she had a very refined-looking face.
Edgeworth:
I couldn't tell at all.
Kay:
That's because I'm a girl who's good with faces.
Edgeworth:
(...Why don't I feel the least bit jealous?)
Barbed wire wall
Kay:
What an impressive barbed wire fence! It really gets my thief's blood boiling.
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't touch it though. You'll be in for quite a shock.
Kay:
I wonder what's on the other side of the fence?
Edgeworth:
...Looks like the warden's office.
Kay:
I heard she keeps even more animals over there.
Edgeworth:
(Why don't they just turn this place into a zoo already?)
(Examining Astique, well, pulleys, rope, and metal weight leads to:)
Edgeworth:
That's all the information we can gather for now. The detective should be here soon too. Kay, go ahead and shut down Little Thief.
Kay:
Alright! Returning the area to normal!
Investigation Complete
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Sorry to keep you waiting, sir!
Kay:
Hey, speak of the Gummy!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. That was quick.
Gumshoe:
I couldn't keep you waiting for too long, sir!
Kay:
Thanks for coming along too, Regina!
Regina:
No problem! It sounded like fun, so I skipped practice to come here!
Edgeworth:
Thank you for your cooperation. First, Detective, let's have Missile do some tracking.
Gumshoe:
No problem, sir! Hey, Missile! Over here, pal! Hey, what's eating you, pal? I said over here!
Edgeworth:
What's the matter?
Gumshoe:
It looks like he's scared of something, sir.
Kay:
A-A-A-A-A-A! A-Alligator!
Gumshoe:
I guess he's scared of the alligator, sir.
Edgeworth:
Good grief. Looks like Missile won't be much help to us.
Ray:
So what should we do, Miles?
Edgeworth:
Maybe we can ask Ms. Berry for help.
Regina:
What is it? What is it? Is there something I can do? Do you want me to teach Ally a trick?
Edgeworth:
(Actually, she probably could.) No, I just need you to tell me about the condition of the courtyard during the show.
Kay:
Looks like it's my time to shine again!
Edgeworth:
Yes, if you please.
Kay:
Alright, that should do it! I'm starting up the re-creation now!
Kay:
Re-creation complete! This time you can see how the courtyard was during the Animal Show!
Edgeworth:
This should be around the time the body was dropped down the well.
Regina:
Wow, cool! It's just like magic!
Kay:
He he he, it's not magic. I just re-created the scene based on the information you gave us. See? Look over there.
Edgeworth:
Hm? The backstage area is missing...
Kay:
Well, Regina didn't help with the preparations, so... She doesn't really know how it was set up.
Ray:
I get it. You can't re-create what you don't have the info for, huh.
Regina:
I'm sorry. It's because Simon took care of setting everything up...
Ray:
Don't worry yourself none, Regina-pie. Miles is the one as fault here.
Edgeworth:
(Why me...?)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! I've re-created the show in progress... But I can also change it to how it was earlier, when it was being taken down!
Edgeworth:
I see. So we can examine the courtyard during the show and after the show... We can freely switch between the two different states. (To change the re-creation, select Little Thief on the bottom screen.) Now, let's begin the investigation.
Begin Investigation
PrisonCourtyard
Logic
"Astique the elephant" and "Missing apples"
Edgeworth:
The apples in the crate were probably eaten by Astique...
Regina:
But it's strange. I remember leaving the crate out of reach from Astique's nose.
Edgeworth:
Are you certain?
Kay:
Yes. The crate was still full of apples on the night before the show.
Edgeworth:
Then, the cart was moved to where her nose could reach it. With that many apples, it could not have been moved by the wind. Most likely... the crate was moved by a person (Crate of apples - Somebody moved the crate of apples on the night before the show.). Prior to the show, the cart's position was already changed and the apples were all eaten. This appears to be the correct information. Please update the simulation parameters, Kay.
Kay:
Alright, I'll use the new info to re-create the scene! 
While recreating the After the Show scene
Kay:
First, let's return to the "During the Show" scene!
Leads to:
"Using the info we got from Regina, I'll re-create the scene with the cart in its actual place!"
Kay:
Using the info we got from Regina, I'll re-create the scene with the cart in its actual place!
Kay:
Re-creation complete!
"Tools around the well" and "Simon's stunt"
Leads to:
"Mr. Keyes used a device for his stunt..."
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Change Re-creation (while recreating During the Show)
Kay:
You want to re-create the After the Show scene from yesterday?
Kay:
The After the Show scene from yesterday has been re-created!
Change Re-creation (while recreating After the Show)
Kay:
You want to re-create the During the Show scene from two days ago?
Kay:
The During the Show scene from two days ago has been re-created!
Using Little Thief
Kay:
Do you still remember how the Little Thief works?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I can basically examine its re-creation like I normally do in my investigations.
Kay:
Yes! If something catches your eye, please examine it to your heart's content! Oh, but if there's an error with the info, the re-creation could come out a bit strange, alright? If you find anything strange, please present some evidence!
Edgeworth:
I'm still not used to the new feature of the Little Thief...
Kay:
Using the latest feature, we can re-create the same spot at different times! By the way, we can currently re-create... ...the "During the Show" from two days ago, and the "After the Show" from yesterday!
Edgeworth:
(When I want to investigate a different scene, I'll ask her to Change Re-creation.)
Regina Berry
Kay:
Do you come here often, Regina?
Regina:
Yes. I have many friends here. I love this place! New friends, old friends, everyone's a friend here. Yesterday, Ms. Warden introduced me to a new friend, little Ally.
Edgeworth:
(The alligator who lurks in the pond in the courtyard...)
Kay:
That pond... If you get too close, it feels like you'll get "gulped".
Regina:
Umm. I don't think little Ally would do such a thing. Her stomach wasn't feeling very well yesterday. I'm worried. Aren't you all worried too? ...Right?
Kay:
Y-Yes! Of course! We're all worried, right? Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Umm... Urk. (Don't drag me into this.)
Dick Gumshoe
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! You've got that look on your face, like you want to use my secret weapons, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hmm...?
Gumshoe:
Missile isn't in the mood, but I've got my fishing rod ready to go! Or would you prefer the metal detector (Metal detector - One of Gumshoe's Seven Secret Weapons! Can detect metal objects.)?
Edgeworth:
(I've never seen the detective's eyes sparkle like that.) If need be, I'll let you know. For now, just stand by.
Well
Edgeworth:
At this point in time, we still don't have enough information about this area.
Kay:
That's right, Mr. Edgeworth. Please steal some information!
Edgeworth:
I don't steal information. I obtain it through my investigation and logic.
Kay:
I prefer to act first before thinking!
Edgeworth:
You may act before thinking as long as you don't interfere with the investigation. I wouldn't want to arrest you.
Missile
Missile:
...*whimper*...
Gumshoe:
As you can see, he's totally scared, sir.
Edgeworth:
I wanted him to track a scent, but it looks like that won't be possible.
Missile:
...*whimper*...
Chairs
Edgeworth:
These chairs are lined up in an orderly fashion. (I guess there were a few empty seats during the performance...)
Kay:
This intimate atmosphere... And this closeness between the stage and the audience. It reminds me of the karaoke tournament I entered when I was a kid.
Edgeworth:
Karaoke tournament?
Kay:
I was the runner-up! ♬ Dark skies of evening, when no other bird dares take wing, one alone remains all-seeing! ♪ ♬ Now, listen to the song of a real, modern-day Robin Hood! ♪
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me, you actually sang that song?
Kay:
Of course, this song rocks!
Edgeworth:
(I'm surprised she actually made it to the finals. ...Did she steal second place? No. If she didn't steal first place, she must have gotten there fair and square...)
Stage
Kay:
A love story between an elephant and a tiger... I really wanted to see that. I also wanted to see Simon in action!
Regina:
Simon is really amazing! Especially the part where he gets blown away.
Edgeworth:
(Blown away... That's the scene in question.)
Courtney:
At that point, the suspect, in the role of the villain... ...is blown away by the heroine's burning love, and makes his exit. After being blown away, the suspect disappeared from the stage.
Edgeworth:
Are you saying the crime was committed during that time?
Edgeworth:
Do you know how long he was gone from the stage?
Regina:
Let me think. About 15 minutes or so.
Edgeworth:
(It's just as Judge Courtney said...)
Ray:
But... isn't it dangerous? To be blown away by an elephant?
Regina:
It's alright! Astique is very gentle!
Edgeworth:
(That's not who we're worried about here...)
Regina:
During the first few practices, he was having trouble getting blown away... Then all of a sudden, he was able to be sent flying beautifully. He might be using some sort of device, but it's amazing!
Edgeworth:
A device...? Do you know anything about it?
Regina:
Umm. I have no idea. Simon handled it all by himself (Simon's stunt - The scene where Astique knocks Simon into the air employs some kind of trick.).
Cart
Edgeworth:
Oh? This crate was empty in the re-creation earlier...
Kay:
That's right... It was also empty in the picture I took.
Regina:
Ah. I'm sorry. That information is wrong.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Regina:
This crate contained Astique's food... In the morning on the day of the show, all the apples were gone. I totally forgot about that. ...I'm sorry.
Edgeworth:
(Missing apples (Missing apples - Astique's feed. Was there the day before the show, was gone the next morning.), huh. I should make a note of it.)
Cart (after connecting cart Logic)
Edgeworth:
No wonder I thought it smelled like animals, it contained the elephant's food.
Kay:
So this was filled with Astique's apples.
Regina:
That's right. On the day before the show, it was full of apples!
Edgeworth:
And in the morning, they were all gone...
Kay:
Oh! Did you think of something?
Edgeworth:
You could say that.
Cage
Edgeworth:
It's the cage of the Asian elephant... Astique. The elephant is performing on stage right now, so the cage is empty.
Kay:
I wonder how Astique entered the courtyard?
Edgeworth:
What do you mean how?
Kay:
The entrance here is human-sized! And this fence is electrified... I don't think an elephant would enter from there.
Edgeworth:
...They could just turn off the electricity.
Kay:
If they did that, all the inmates would escape!
Edgeworth:
(I doubt anyone would escape while an elephant was entering.)
Kay:
Hmm. I wonder how she came in. This requires some thought!
Edgeworth:
(...She seems to be enjoying her little brain teaser. I should just let her be.)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes used a device for his stunt... Maybe the tools around the well are connected to this?
While recreating the During the Show scene
Edgeworth:
Kay. I'd like to recheck the tools lying around the well yesterday. Can you change the re-creation to the After the Show scene?
Kay:
Roger!
Leads to:
"The tools lying around the well. Could they have been a part of his device?"
Edgeworth:
The tools lying around the well. Could they have been a part of his device?
Kay:
It seems very likely! I wonder if it's possible to re-create the device?
Edgeworth:
If you ask Mr. Keyes, he should be able to tell you how the device was put together.
Kay:
Alright! I'll go ask him!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! I asked him about it!
Edgeworth:
And, did you find out how the device works?
Kay:
He used a rope to hang some weights on the well's pulley... The weights were suspended inside the well. Then, he ran the rope through two more pulleys... ...and tied the end of the rope to his own body.
Edgeworth:
So he uses the force of the falling weights to send himself flying. But, what's to stop the weights from falling on their own?
Kay:
In order to prevent that from happening, he used a stopper!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Berry didn't know anything about the well. That means... ...Mr. Keyes removed the stopper by himself?
Kay:
Correct! That's why a second rope was needed. This rope was attached to the stopper, and when it was pulled from the stage...
Edgeworth:
The stopper would be removed, and the weights would drop down the well.
Kay:
I'm definitely going to steal this idea! The Yatagarasu won't lose to something like this!
Edgeworth:
Don't waste your time. Circus acts require extensive training. Even if you steal the device, it won't do you any good.
Kay:
Then, I'll train as well!
Edgeworth:
...Before you start training, could you first update the re-creation?
Kay:
Ah. Oh yeah, you wanted me to re-create the device that was used in the performance. First, let's return to the During the Show scene! Next, I'll input the information of the device on the well! Now we can re-create the device Simon made!
Edgeworth:
So, this is the device that Mr. Keyes used.
Simon's Device data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Simon sure is gutsier than he looks. Using the falling weights... as the force to launch himself during his performance...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. He would have to drop enough weights to exceed his own body weight. In order to provide the strength needed to pull him off the stage (Strength to be pulled - In order for the stunt to work, the weights must exceed Simon's weight.).
Kay:
Simon must have practiced a lot for this.
Logic
"33 lbs (15 Kg) weights" and "Strength to be pulled"
Leads to:
"Huh? Isn't this strange?"
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Present
Simon's Device
Kay:
Seeing a well gets me excited for some reason. There could be secret trapdoors or ghosts down there.
Edgeworth:
More importantly, what do you think about the device on the well?
Kay:
A well with a secret device... I'm getting even more excited!
Edgeworth:
.....Good for you.
Well (bottom side)
Sheet
Edgeworth:
(This sheet... It's the same as the one from the workroom...!)
Kay:
Isn't this the same as the one from the workroom?
Edgeworth:
Yes. (Why is there also one here?)
Kay:
I wonder why there's one here?
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
Huh? Mr. Edgeworth, are you deep in thought?
Edgeworth:
(Why does it feel like she's stealing my thoughts...?)
Well
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes used this well to perform the stunt where he gets blown away by the elephant. He used those two ropes quite skillfully.
Metal weight
Kay:
Looking at this weight, you can really feel the weight of Simon's hard work on your chest.
Edgeworth:
...Is that so? I don't feel anything at all.
Kay:
Aww, that's too bad. If this was an actual weight... ...I'd immediately put it on your chest, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(...And I'd do everything in my power to stop you.)
Well (top side)
Rope
Edgeworth:
This rope dangles into the well.
Kay:
I doubt a piñata is on the other end of the rope, nor is it candy, obviously...
Edgeworth:
Take this more seriously.
Kay:
C'mon, Mr. Edgeworth. It was a joke, a joke! Please don't take everything so seriously.
Edgeworth:
(No. Wait... What's on the other end of the rope... This could be worth thinking over.)
Pulley
Edgeworth:
A rope and pulley. That's how it should be.
Kay:
A rope and pulley. A thief and treasure. It's a perfect match!
Edgeworth:
Objection. A thief and handcuffs are a perfect match.
Kay:
Huh? Isn't this strange?
Gumshoe:
What's wrong, pal?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you noticed, Detective? What's strange about the weight is...
The weight
Leads to:
"...it's not heavy enough."
The number
Edgeworth:
What's strange is the number of weights... In other words...
Leads to:
"...it's not heavy enough."
The material
Edgeworth:
What's strange about the weight is the material it's made of.
Gumshoe:
What's wrong with the material it's made of, sir?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... So you still don't get it, Detective.
Gumshoe:
I have absolutely not clue, sir!
Kay:
I don't get it either!
Edgeworth:
I don't know either...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Please be more serious!
Edgeworth:
Mm... Mmph. (Let me think this over again.)
Gumshoe:
So... What's so strange, sir?
Leads back to:
"Haven't you noticed, Detective? What's strange about the weight is..."
Edgeworth:
...it's not heavy enough (Not heavy enough - In order to lift Simon's body, more weights are required.). In order to pull up Mr. Keyes' body weight...
Gumshoe:
Y-You're right, sir!
Edgeworth:
But... Where did the rest of the weights disappear to?
Gumshoe:
Looks like it's time to use my Seven Secret Weapons, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... If necessary, I'll let the detective know...)
Logic
"Not heavy enough" and "Metal detector"
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe. It's time for your secret weapon."
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. It's time for your secret weapon.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
...I was hoping for the metal detector.
Gumshoe:
I don't get many chances to use this one...
Gumshoe:
Before we begin the search, let me go over how to use the metal detector, sir! This metal detector uses sound... ...and this meter... ...to let you know how close you are to a metal object! When you get closer to a metal object... ...the metal detector will have a bigger reaction, like this. When you get the biggest reaction... ...give me the order to Examine that spot, sir! Now, let's see what we've got? ...It's just the metal fence... And that's basically how you search for metal objects. Just give me the instructions on where you want to search, sir!
Metal detector
Gumshoe:
Let me explain how to use the metal detector, sir! The sound and the meter will let you know how close you are to the metal objects... That's how this metal detector works, sir! The closer you are to a metal object, the bigger the reaction will be. When you get the biggest reaction, make sure to Examine it! I'll handle the searching part, so just give me the instructions, sir!
Anyone
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Enough with the idle chatter and continue the investigation!
Gumshoe:
Oooh... Yes, sir!
Lake
Leads to:
"Yeah! There's a reaction here, too, sir!"
Near basketball stand
Gumshoe:
Here, sir! It looks like there's something here! Oooooh...! It's a gold coin, sir! It's a historical discovery!
Edgeworth:
It's hardly possible that something like this could find its way into a prison.
Guard:
Ah, there it is! So that's where it was buried! That's a coin from the bi-weekly coin hunting competition!
Gumshoe:
There's an event like that? That sure sounds like fun, pal!
Guard:
It's an event where the warden buries some coins and the prisoners search for them... There are 3 silver coins and 1 gold coin. Whoever finds them can trade them in for snacks.
Edgeworth:
(A coin hunting competition and an Animal Show... Just what kind of prison is this, anyway?)
Gumshoe:
Let's continue the search, sir!
Near Regina Berry
Gumshoe:
Here, sir! It looks like there's something here!
Edgeworth:
I don't see anything that could be metallic... What could be causing the reaction?
Gumshoe:
Hmm... Maybe there are iron filings around here.
Edgeworth:
Iron filings, like the ones you collect with a magnet?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir. I guess they're mixed into the sand here. If we're going to pull them out, we'll need Secret Weapon No. 6! ...Or was it 7?
Edgeworth:
Can't you even keep that much straight?
Gumshoe:
It's just a regular magnet I bought at the hardware store! Hold it near the ground and... Presto! Picked them all up, sir! Wow... This is really... Ha ha ha... Well, whaddya know...
Edgeworth:
(Finding simple joy in simple tasks... What a simpleton. Let's check somewhere else.)
Gumshoe:
Let's continue the search, sir!
Anywhere else meter stops
Gumshoe:
No reaction, sir. Seems a little discouraging, huh?
Anywhere else meter hits yellow
Gumshoe:
I think we're getting warmer, but the reaction's still kind of weak, sir.
Anywhere else meter hits orange
Gumshoe:
We're getting close, sir! There should be something metal nearby!
Gumshoe:
Yeah! There's a reaction here, too, sir! Let's check it out... Huh? I found these in the clumps of grass here, sir!
Edgeworth:
These are the weights used for that hoisting device! (Were these intentionally hidden...?)
Gumshoe:
There's four of them in all, sir!
Kay:
That many weights would be enough to lift Simon!
Edgeworth:
So, the other weights that were used in the device were hidden. (Why were they hidden over here, though?)
Gumshoe:
See? I'm really earning my keep today, aren't I, sir? Eeeeeeeeek!
Kay:
Ah! The alligator!
Gumshoe:
Th-That scared me, pal... Huh?
Edgeworth:
What's the matter, Detective?
Gumshoe:
It looks like the metal detector is reacting to this alligator.
Kay:
Really! Why?
Edgeworth:
Are you sure it isn't still just reacting to the weights?
Gumshoe:
It's a different reaction, sir! And it's definitely coming from the alligator!
Edgeworth:
(It's gone...)
Kay:
Looks like it's scared of us!
Regina:
Hmm... I don't think so, Kay.
Kay:
Huh?
Regina:
If anything, I think Ally looks a little under the weather.
Edgeworth:
(Ally... I suppose that was what Warden Roland called it.)
Regina:
She didn't eat any of the food that the warden gave her yesterday... I think she might have eaten something bad.
Gumshoe:
So I guess the metal detector could be reacting to whatever the alligator ate.
Kay:
Oh! Maybe she ate one of the weights?
Edgeworth:
I doubt that even an alligator can ingest a 33 pound weight. (But what could the metal detector be reaction to? And regardless, why were these weights hidden? Hmm, maybe we should take another look at the device on the well.) Kay, I'd like you to re-create the After the Show scene again.
Kay:
Alright! Leave it to me!
Logic
"Weights switched with body" and "Crate of apples"
Leads to:
"This cart was moved the night before the show."
Dick Gumshoe
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I just had an epiphany, sir! The killer is... Eureka! The Invisible Man!
Edgeworth:
......Oh.
Gumshoe:
Somehow, the killer brought in a murder weapon and moved the body, and nobody noticed. If the Invisible Man was the killer, it would explain how all of this was possible!
Edgeworth:
Detective. You can't be serious about that.
Gumshoe:
I'm not totally sure, but... It'd be neat if it were true!
Edgeworth:
...Starting tomorrow, you're pairing up with Mr. Debeste.
Gumshoe:
Eeehh! No way, sir! Not with that goofy prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
(He'd be a perfect match for this goofy detective.)
Well (bottom side, during the show)
Well
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes used this well to perform the stunt where he gets blown away by the elephant. He used those two ropes quite skillfully. Hm? Two ropes? In the After the Show scene... I should use the Little Thief's new function and change the re-creation to double check...
Well (bottom side, after the show)
Before deducing
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Rope
Edgeworth:
This rope... was part of the device used during the show.
Kay:
To be able to create a device with just one piece of rope... Simon is surprisingly handy!
Edgeworth:
...Hm? (One piece of rope...? It seems that there is a contradiction with the device...)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce rope and present Simon's Device
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"This re-creation and the device we saw earlier..."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence shows the contradiction with the crime scene!
Kay:
Could you be more precise about where the contradiction is?
Gumshoe:
I'd also like to hear you explain it in more detail, sir.
Edgeworth:
Umm... Around here somewhere...
Gumshoe:
Please be more specific, sir!
Edgeworth:
Mm... Mmph! (This device... It could be just me. But it feels like something is missing...)
Edgeworth:
This re-creation and the device we saw earlier... There is a major discrepancy. One of the ropes is missing!
Kay:
You're right!
Edgeworth:
Without it, the device won't work.
Kay:
I wonder what happened to it?
Edgeworth:
(Where did the missing rope disappear to...?) It's possible that we hold the piece of evidence that shows where the rope went.
Kay:
Eh?
Edgeworth:
(Which piece of evidence shows where the missing rope went?)
Present Rope
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The rope we found with the dead body..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
Does that show where the missing rope went, sir?
Edgeworth:
Yes.
Kay:
So, where's the missing rope!
Edgeworth:
...
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Why aren't you saying anything?
Edgeworth:
Gah! (It seems I was mistaken...)
Kay:
Speaking of ropes, didn't we see one somewhere?
Gumshoe:
I remember seeing one too, sir.
Kay:
So, Mr. Edgeworth. Which piece of evidence shows where the missing rope went?
Leads back to:
"(Which piece of evidence shows where the missing rope went?)"
Edgeworth:
The rope we found with the dead body...
Kay:
Ah! Could it be...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It could be the other piece of rope that was used here.
Kay:
Then, does that mean!
Edgeworth:
This rope was attached to the weight! However, the weight was not one of these metal weights. These weights were hidden in the grass and replaced with something else.
Kay:
If they were replaced, then what was used as the weight?
Edgeworth:
What was tied to the rope we found in the workroom... If we can recall that, then the answer should be clear! The weight that was dropped in place of the weights that Mr. Keyes had prepared was...
Present Crime Scene Notes or Autopsy Report
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What dropped down the well... was none other than Knightley's dead body."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This was the weight that was used in the device!
Kay:
Sorry to interrupt while you're brimming with confidence, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
...Hm?
Kay:
Could that really be used as a replacement?
Edgeworth:
Ngah! (Was I mistaken... What did we find alongside the missing rope? I must try and recall it!)
Gumshoe:
So what was used as the weight, sir?
Leads back to:
"The weight that was dropped in place of the weights that Mr. Keyes had prepared was..."
Edgeworth:
What dropped down the well... was none other than Knightley's dead body.
Kay:
EHHH! Mr. Knightley's body was used as the weight?
Edgeworth:
Yes, the weights were replaced with Knightley's body. Mr. Keyes used the device to launch himself off the stage... When the rope that was tied to him was undone and let go... ...both the body and the rope dropped down the well... The rope wasn't used to tie up Knightley. It was used to suspend him inside the well. That also explains why the other weights were hidden.
Kay:
Ah! So that no one would find out that the weights were replaced with the body!
Edgeworth:
Yes. The killer was the one who hid those weights.
Ray:
But, Miles. Wasn't Knightley-boy stabbed in the neck with the murder weapon? If he was suspended in the well, wouldn't there be blood at the bottom of the well?
Edgeworth:
The killer was also aware of that. That's why they used this item. (Which item did the killer use in order to leave no traces of blood behind?)
Present Bloodstained Sheet
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The sheet we found near the body."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Ray:
Umm, Uncle Ray doesn't quite follow. If he used that, how would it prevent the blood from falling?
Edgeworth:
Don't you get it, Mr. Shields? If it were used like this...
Ray:
Miles. That's not possible.
Edgeworth:
Gah! (This isn't the right one... A tool to prevent the blood from falling... Was there anything like that near the dead body?)
Leads back to:
"(Which item did the killer use in order to leave no traces of blood behind?)"
Edgeworth:
The sheet we found near the body. It was used to wrap up the body.
Ray:
I see! It looks like all the pieces are starting to come together, eh?
Kay:
But... this means that the body definitely came from the well. If that's the case, wouldn't that mean Simon is the killer...
Edgeworth:
No... that's not necessarily the case.
Kay:
Eh!? But! Yesterday, Judge Courtney said!
Edgeworth:
If Mr. Keyes was the killer, would he have needed to set up such an elaborate device?
Kay:
I guess you have a point...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes was only responsible for dropping the body during the show... In other words, it doesn't matter where the real killer was or what they were doing during the show. Until now, this placed the doubt on the people who did not watch the Animal Show.
Kay:
I-It's true, we also suspected Mr. Dogen...
Edgeworth:
The killer's true intent was to make us think that the murder occurred during the show. In other words, they used the device on the well to create a fake alibi! Ms. Berry. Do you know when this device on the well was set up?
Regina:
Umm, let me think. The day before the show. I think it was at night. We all started preparing at 9 PM. We finished at around midnight.
Edgeworth:
The killer replaced the weights with the dead body (Weights switched with body - The device was set up with the body on the night before the show.) afterwards.
Simon's Device data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(Did Dogen know about the device...? No, even if he knew about the device, it wouldn't be possible for him to use it. You can't teach a dog to suspend a body in a well. In other words... Dogen is not the killer!)
Edgeworth:
This cart was moved the night before the show. The body was also switched the night before the show.
Kay:
I don't think it was just a coincidence.
Edgeworth:
Keeping that in mind, the question now becomes... Why was the cart moved? The cart used to be in front of that door. I can think of one reason why.
Kay:
Somebody opened that door! Alright, let's hurry up and... The door's locked. Let's ask a guard! Hey! Mr. Guard!
Guard:
Yes! What is it!
Edgeworth:
(That was fast...) You there. Where's the key to this door?
Guard:
The warden's in charge of it! I'll get it from her right away!
Edgeworth:
(The warden is in charge of the keys here...? Without the warden's permission, this door can't be opened.)
Kay:
Thank you very much!
Edgeworth:
It's a circuit breaker panel... This must be the breaker room.
Kay:
On the night before the show, somebody came into this room. I wonder why they would come here.
Edgeworth:
I don't think anyone would confuse the breaker room with the break room. It was definitely to operate the circuit breakers...
Kay:
Umm. So someone came here to shut off the power to something?
Edgeworth:
(Was there anything... that had its power shut off? What could have had its power shut off by the breaker...?)
Present Security Footage
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The security camera footage had a three hour gap."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. If this had been powered off, it would have caused a huge problem.
Kay:
A huge problem? Umm. I don't see any problems...
Edgeworth:
Cast aside your preconceptions. Try thinking with an open mind. In doing so, you will see an answer that exceeds your wildest imagination!
Kay:
...I'm not seeing anything. At all.
Edgeworth:
Ugh! (It seems I was mistaken... When the breaker tripped, the electrical equipment would have lost power... Is there any evidence that can prove this?)
Leads back to:
"(What could have had its power shut off by the breaker...?)"
Edgeworth:
The security camera footage had a three hour gap.
Kay:
Ah! I see! The circuit breaker for the security camera was tripped!
Edgeworth:
It's highly possible.
Kay:
Was this the killer's handiwork?
Edgeworth:
With the camera down, it'd be easier to move about. The killer would have a major advantage.
Kay:
I knew it!
Edgeworth:
(If that's the case... The killer was the person who tripped the breaker...! The person in charge of the key to the breaker room is... It couldn't be...)
Circuit Breaker data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Deactivating the re-creation!
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
(Hm?)
Debeste:
I'm first to the scene, as always!
Edgeworth:
...Good morning, Mr. Debeste.
Debeste:
Wha-! You! How did you get here before me?
Courtney:
Greetings, Prosecutor Edgeworth. I see you have arrived early.
Edgeworth:
Or maybe it is you who are late, Judge Courtney.
Courtney:
I have many matters which require my attention... I have no time to waste. Unlike a certain prosecutor who was taken off the case.
Edgeworth:
(Grr...)
Courtney:
Oh, my apologies. I had forgotten that you were assisting the defense attorney.
Debeste:
An assistant can never be the best! You've fallen like the rest!
Edgeworth:
(You just say whatever you like, don't you...)
Courtney:
Let us begin our examination of the courtyard, Sebastian.
Debeste:
Alright! I'll call the men over.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That will be unnecessary.
Debeste:
What!?
Edgeworth:
We have already finished the investigation of the courtyard. You've been bested.
Debeste:
Bested... Me!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Your reasoning from yesterday... Watch me shatter it to pieces.
Courtney:
........ I would advise you to choose your words more carefully. Have you forgotten that the fate of your badge rests in my hands?
Edgeworth:
I have had enough of such coercion. Can't you think of some other way to threaten me that does not involve my badge?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
...Despite my repeated warnings, you show no signs of reflection... It seems I must remind you once more. The Prosecutorial Investigation Committee can't leave someone such as yourself unchecked.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Neither the fate of my badge nor the actions of the Committee will impede my progress. Proving Mr. Keyes' innocence... That is all that concerns me.
Courtney:
Your words are like those of a defense attorney. If you are willing to go that far, then I will show no leniency. In the name of the Goddess of Law, I shall turn your words against you. And at that moment... You will forfeit the title of "Prosecutor". You shall regret this...
-- Judge Courtney's Reasoning --
Courtney:
I shared my reasoning with you the day before.
Since Mr. Elbird did not see the body when he passed through the tunnel...
It could only have been dropped down the well during the show.
The only one who could have performed such an act is the suspect.
Edgeworth:
Naturally, you have evidence to support your reasoning?
Courtney:
........
Debeste:
Of course she does! Who do you think she is!?
Courtney:
...Earlier, I received the official autopsy report.
Edgeworth:
(Babysitting that kid must be difficult.)
Courtney:
The time of death was the night before the body was discovered... In other words, the day before the show. The cause of death remains unchanged, a stab wound four inches deep.
Autopsy Report updated in my Organizer.
Courtney:
Simon Keyes was not present on the stage for a period of 15 minutes. There was sufficient time for him to drop the body down the well.
Edgeworth:
(She has not investigated the courtyard yet. That means...) Hm. It seems there is a hole in your argument.
Courtney:
You seem quite confident. ...Can you present evidence to support your claim?
Edgeworth:
Of course I can, and I will.
Rebuttal
-- Judge Courtney's Reasoning --
Courtney:
I shared my reasoning with you the day before.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you continue to believe Mr. Keyes is the murderer?
Courtney:
Just as you continue to speak as if he is not. Do you have any decisive evidence? Do you know the identity of the true criminal?
Edgeworth:
You do realize you need proper evidence, too.
Courtney:
I am a representative of the Goddess of Law. My words are her holy orders. Indeed... If I state something is black, it is black. If I state something is white, it is white!
Edgeworth:
(So what would you call gray?)
Courtney:
If you wish to disprove my words, then present your evidence at once!
Courtney:
Since Mr. Elbird did not see the body when he passed through the tunnel...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Couldn't it be possible that Elbird just failed to notice the body?
Courtney:
Ms. Assistant's Assistant, did you also enter the hole?
Kay:
Huh? How'd you know?
Courtney:
I noticed that there was some mud stuck on your lovely hair ornament yesterday.
Kay:
That's amazing! Your powers of observation would even put a Great Thief to shame!
Courtney:
In the name of the Goddess of Law, answer me truthfully. If there were a dead body in that tunnel, would it have escaped your notice?
Kay:
W-Well, the thing is... Um... Yeah, I think I would've noticed something like that.
Courtney:
Do you understand now? Mr. Elbird did not see the body.
Courtney:
It could only have been dropped down the well during the show.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The body was dropped down the well during the show? I'd like to hear your reasoning for this.
Courtney:
The day before the show, Mr. Elbird lent the key to Mr. Knightley.
Edgeworth:
(The key to Knightley's cell, huh...)
Courtney:
Mr. Knightley escaped from his cell with the key and entered the cage Mr. Keyes had prepared. Mr. Keyes then moved the cage to the courtyard, and proceeded to murder Mr. Knightley. The next day, when Mr. Elbird passed through the tunnel, he did not come across the body.
Kay:
Please wait a minute! That doesn't seem right at all! Wasn't there a sweet smell in the tunnel? Mr. Knightley must have passed through it!
Courtney:
Mr. Knightley passed through the tunnel after Mr. Elbird did. Mr. Elbird passed through the tunnel at the start of the show. However, the body wasn't found until the end of the show.
Edgeworth:
Which is why you believe the body was dropped during the show.
Courtney:
Yes. And there is only one person who could have carried out this act.
Courtney:
The only one who could have performed such an act is the suspect.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
There is no one else who could have committed the murder?
Courtney:
I heard that Ms. Berry was present on stage at all times. A great number of the prisoners were also watching the show. Even the prisoners who did not see it have sufficient alibis.
Edgeworth:
How about the guards?
Courtney:
Along with the warden, nearly everyone was watching the show.
Edgeworth:
But there must have been a chance for even one of them to approach the well.
Courtney:
During the show, none of the guards left their posts. That much is certain. They all testified as such.
Edgeworth:
(Ugh... She's left no room for oversight...)
Courtney:
Do you finally admit that only Simon Keyes could have been the criminal?
Present Simon's Device
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Unfortunately for you, Judge Courtney, your argument doesn't hold any water, just like the well."
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney has not thoroughly examined the courtyard like we have.
Ray:
So there's a bit of a gap in her argument, right?
Edgeworth:
(I should review the evidence we obtained in the courtyard.)
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately for you, Judge Courtney, your argument doesn't hold any water, just like the well. There was a device set up around the well here.
Courtney:
What is this device of which you speak?
Edgeworth:
Are you aware of the stunt in which Mr. Keyes is blown away by the elephant during the show?
Courtney:
I have heard of it. It would have been right before he exits the stage.
Edgeworth:
He tied one end of a length of rope to himself, and the other end to a set of weights... He was able to perform the stunt by dropping these weights down the well.
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Wouldn't he have spent the whole play suspended up in the air?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That's why he had a stopper attached to the weighted end. The stopper was removed by pulling another rope. Around the well, we found evidence that the weights were switched with the victim's body. This was done by the real killer in order to shift suspicion away from them!
Courtney:
........
Edgeworth:
Judging from the time of death, the murder was carried out in the early morning of the show. The true criminal had until the time the show started to set up the device.
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
But didn't Simon Keyes made that thing? And since he was also the one who used it, he is "the best" suspect... Don't you agree?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If Mr. Keyes were the murderer, he would not have needed to do that! Ms. Berry!
Regina:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
Was there anyone else who knew of the device he set up?
Regina:
Well, let me see... Since we had to get everything about our show approved by the people here at the prison... I'd say there were others who knew about it.
Edgeworth:
...And there you have it.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I see... You have indeed performed a thorough investigation. Which is why I am even further perplexed. Why do you not use your efforts for justice?
Edgeworth:
My actions are not just? Who made that decision?
Courtney:
You cannot understand even that? Even now? Providing support to a defense attorney, despite being a prosecutor... Is it quite unnatural. This goes against the rules.
Edgeworth:
I am merely choosing to do what I think is right at this particular time. I travel down the road I have chosen. Your comprehension does not matter in the least. However, if anyone intends to interfere... I will show no mercy!
Courtney:
Perhaps this is a calling from the Goddess of Law. If you intend to rebel against her divine will... I will have no choice but to hand down my verdict. Pay heed to my words. I have one more reason to suspect Simon Keyes of murder.
-- Reason for Suspicion --
Courtney:
If the body came from the courtyard...
How was Mr. Knightley brought here from the detention center?
Only Simon Keyes could have provided such an opportunity.
Because of this fact, I find it most difficult to suspect any other party of the crime.
Courtney:
While Simon Keyes was moving supplies for the show, he visited Mr. Knightley's cell. Does that not strike you as odd? Why else would he have brought a large, covered cage with him?
Kay:
Ohh... That does seem pretty suspicious...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes... Was merely that kind of person. It is entirely possible that he carelessly brought it there!
Courtney:
If that is possible... Then it is also possible that he was assisting in the escape. Am I wrong?
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I suppose I must refute her theory with evidence.)
Rebuttal
-- Reason for Suspicion --
Courtney:
If the body came from the courtyard...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You seem to believe that Knightley was killed in the courtyard... So, can you say when he was brought here?
Courtney:
On the day of the show between midnight and 8 AM. I am positive it could only have been during that time.
Edgeworth:
(So after rehearsal had ended and before the show began.)
Courtney:
The most pressing issue is...
Courtney:
How was Mr. Knightley brought here from the detention center?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you certain there were no other routes?
Courtney:
A trial date had not yet been determined for Mr. Knightley. Since he was not a prisoner, he could not have easily entered the prison. He would have stood out too much.
Edgeworth:
Meaning no one testified seeing him there.
Courtney:
Well done! May you be blessed by the Goddess of Law! As I said, Mr. Knightley was taken into the prison through a less conspicuous manner.
Courtney:
Only Simon Keyes could have provided such an opportunity.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you certain that he was the only person who had the opportunity?
Courtney:
Have you forgotten? This is a prison. Due to the constant supervision, it would be impossible to do anything unusual.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Then, wouldn't it be the same for Mr. Keyes?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
The warden has shown favor to the Berry Big Circus. Simon Keyes is a circus member. Ms. Berry's apprentice, no less. ...It could only have been him. He was able to move about freely within the facility.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
It seems that you forgot to mention that.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
The word "forget" does not exist in my dictionary.
Edgeworth:
Then, it would be prudent for you to add this to your argument. Mr. Keyes may have been the only person who could move around freely in the prison... But on the day of the murder, there was a gap in time missing from the surveillance records. During that time, anyone could have done as they pleased! (Do I have proof of this gap in the surveillance records?)
Present Security Footage
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Keyes wasn't the only one who had the opportunity!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Here is the evidence!
Courtney:
...What do you think, Sebastian?
Debeste:
Hmm, lemme think here... Since all humans have two legs... Anyone could have walked around the place!
Courtney:
However, to walk around a prison freely is...
Debeste:
Not gonna be that easy!
Edgeworth:
(E-Even Debeste pointed out my mistake...!)
Debeste:
Wa ha ha! Seems you learn quickly, Hedgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Who are you calling "Hedgeworth"!? Her claim is based on the prison's surveillance system. I just need to present evidence that will make it seem less reliable...!)
Present Security Footage
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Keyes wasn't the only one who had the opportunity!"
Courtney:
Because of this fact, I find it most difficult to suspect any other party of the crime.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
No other suspects...? Are you serious?
Courtney:
If I had to say... Ms. Berry also seems suspicious.
Edgeworth:
Wha...!
Regina:
Umm... but I didn't do anything like that.
Kay:
R-Regina... You do know you are being suspected of murder, right?
Regina:
Yeah, but I didn't do it.
Edgeworth:
(It would take much more than that to scare a wild animal tamer.)
Courtney:
Hmhm... I know you did not. It was merely a jest.
Regina:
Oh, really? That's what I figured.
Edgeworth:
(These two don't look jovial in the least.)
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Keyes was not the only one with the opportunity. If I can prove that with evidence, I can break this deadlock!)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes wasn't the only one who had the opportunity!
Debeste:
Who else could have had the opportunity?
Edgeworth:
The timestamp on the security camera is off by three hours. This means there was a three hour gap in time. During that time, anyone could have done it!
Courtney:
If that were the case, then the murderer would have created the gap in time intentionally. It would not have been a simple camera failure. Are you saying that is possible?
Edgeworth:
It's possible, if you had access to this!
Present Circuit Breaker
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Keyes wasn't the only one who had the opportunity!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Courtney:
So with that, they could have created the gap in time?
Edgeworth:
Yes. With this, it would be possible...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Out of the question.
Edgeworth:
How can you say that!?
Courtney:
Then please demonstrate how it is possible for myself.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (That would be impossible... If the cameras were stopped, it would be possible to create a gap in the recording. I should know how it was done!)
Courtney:
So, it would be impossible to intentionally create this gap in time, am I right?
Edgeworth:
You're wrong, Judge Courtney!
Leads back to:
"It's possible, if you had access to this!"
Edgeworth:
In this courtyard, we found... The circuit breaker for the security camera. And it was possible to access the breaker room both before and after the murder!
Debeste:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Courtney:
...... ...Unfortunately, it appears that you have fallen short of your intentions.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth hasn't fallen short of anything!
Courtney:
Hmhmm. So, can you explain how the murderer obtained the key to the breaker room?
Ray:
Oh yeah, that's right. It was locked, wasn't it? The warden hangs onto the key, right?
Courtney:
The breaker room has great importance even in a prison. There is no one who would be able to obtain the key so easily.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Well, I can think of someone.
Courtney:
Wh-What did you say...!
Edgeworth:
This person... the murderer, was able to get the key. They didn't even need to steal it.
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
There can't be anyone like that! Besides, the breaker to the electrified fence is in that room, too!
Edgeworth:
(Only one person could have done this. I didn't want to believe it myself, but I trust that my logic is sound!) The person who used the key to enter the breaker room is...!
Present Patricia Roland profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The murderer is..."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Debeste:
What? That person had the key?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it could only have been them.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Mr. Edgeworth, please cease this careless talk. How was this person able to obtain the key?
Edgeworth:
Urk... Hrmmm... (I suppose it wasn't this person... I need to remember who normally holds on to this key. That person should immediately come to mind.)
Debeste:
See, it's just like I said earlier! There's no one who could have gotten their hands on that key!
Edgeworth:
No, Mr. Debeste. There is just one person who could have.
Leads back to:
"The person who used the key to enter the breaker room is...!"
Edgeworth:
The murderer is... Warden Roland.
Roland:
Oh my, what an energetic little puppy.
Edgeworth:
That's because this dog is extremely fond of sweets. It seems to detect a sweet scent on you.
Roland:
Oh, heavens no. I'm not even wearing perfume or anything of the sort.
Edgeworth:
What the dog detects is the sweet scent of death...
Roland:
How poetic! However, does that not imply that I committed a murder?
Edgeworth:
...That's what I think.
Debeste:
Wh-What?!
Courtney:
The warden is... the murderer? Mr. Edgeworth, are you serious about your statement?
Roland:
Oh ho ho, how amusing. The very thought of a warden committing a murder. It sounds like something out of a mystery novel!
Courtney:
Precisely. Your reasoning is in contempt!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Nothing of the sort. I did not want to believe it myself, but... Based on the evidence, I have no choice but to believe it. This evidence proves that Warden Roland is the murderer...
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The smell gave you away."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This proves you are the murderer.
Roland:
Treating me like a criminal just because of that is so cruel! That doesn't even have anything to do with me!
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (That wasn't it. Missile's reaction to Warden Roland earlier... What was the cause of it...? I need to let that guide me to the answer!)
Roland:
I suppose your accusation was nothing more than a joke in poor taste after all.
Edgeworth:
No, it was not, Warden Roland! You are the murderer!
Roland:
Then why don't you show us the evidence?
Leads back to:
"This evidence proves that Warden Roland is the murderer..."
Edgeworth:
The smell gave you away. As you can plainly see, someone has taken notice.
Courtney:
This police dog...?
Edgeworth:
He tracked a sweet smell that came from the body. And right now, he is telling us that the same scent is also on Warden Roland.
Roland:
Hu hu hu! You're a cruel one to accuse me of murder based on something like that! Right, Justine-darling?
Courtney:
.........
Edgeworth:
It appears that Judge Courtney has reached the same conclusion as I have.
Courtney:
...Mr. Edgeworth, this couldn't have been just a coincidence, could it?
Edgeworth:
The key to the breaker room and the same scent on the body... If it were only one, it could have been seen as such.
Courtney:
It appears... we have reached a conclusion. We should now listen to what the warden has to say.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Until we do... ...we cannot close this case!
Roland:
Oh my goodness. Everyone with such scary faces. So I'm the only one who could have been the murderer? That just cannot be...
-- Why I Can't Be the Killer? --
Roland:
I heard all about the case from Justine-darling here.
Had I committed the murder, it would've taken place inside the holding cell.
But I couldn't have moved the body. I never went into the prison.
I was caught up in my work. Up until the show, I was stuck in my office.
Check up on it if you like. You'll find there's no record of me entering the prison.
Roland:
I don't know what reasoning you had, but I can say for sure... ...I cannot be the killer.
Gumshoe:
But Missile barked at you, pal! You've gotta be the culprit!
Roland:
Oh heavens, it's not possible... I already told you, I never went to the prison. If you think I'm lying, why don't you check the records.
Edgeworth:
(She wants us to check the records? She does seem confident. For now, all we can do is listen to her and try to draw out more information.)
Roland:
I do hope you understand, Mr. Edgeworth.
Rebuttal
-- Why I Can't Be the Killer? --
Roland:
I heard all about the case from Justine-darling here.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
From Judge Courtney? Are you two... close?
Roland:
As close as fish and water. Are you jealous?
Edgeworth:
J... J-Jealous...?
Courtney:
On the first day of the investigation, she filled us in on the situation. In exchange for our cooperation, she explained the details of the case to us.
Roland:
How could you say that! You're so mean, Justine-darling!
Courtney:
Hmhmm. The truth is the truth. I believe it should be told as such.
Edgeworth:
(F-For some reason... Those two seem kind of... Scary...!)
Roland:
Had I committed the murder, it would've taken place inside the holding cell.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The murder occurred inside the cell? How can you be so certain about that?
Roland:
Well, everywhere else would be under surveillance, right? And the victim's blood was found there too.
Edgeworth:
(That blood was actually from when he was struck by Elbird, but... ...I don't think it's necessary to inform her of this fact.) That doesn't mean it's proven, you do know that?
Roland:
But I see no contradictions in assuming the crime scene was at the detention center.
Roland:
But I couldn't have moved the body. I never went into the prison.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You never went into the prison? Do you have proof of this?
Roland:
My, my. Can't you wait for me to finish?
Roland:
I was caught up in my work. Up until the show, I was stuck in my office.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You were in your office the whole time...? Nothing strange happened?
Roland:
Nope, nothing at all.
Edgeworth:
Were you looking for something?
Roland:
I'm not too good at tidying up. I always forget where I put everything... The other day, I even lost track of an important piece of evidence.
Edgeworth:
(H-How could you have made such a grave error!?)
Roland:
If someone were to take something from me, I wouldn't even notice it the entire year.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I guess it will be hard to attack with the key to the breaker room.)
Roland:
On the day of the incident, I was working in my office, and searching for lost items. In other words, I couldn't have gone to the prison, even if I had wanted to.
Roland:
Check up on it if you like. You'll find there's no record of me entering the prison.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You did not enter the prison from the entrance. But, what if there was another route?
Roland:
Oh my, are you suggesting something like a secret passage? I don't know if anything like that exists.
Edgeworth:
It is my firm belief you did possess an alternate route. That route was neither the entrance nor a secret passage... The route you used was from here...!
Present Courtyard
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The barbed wire fence...?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
You moved through here to enter the prison!
Roland:
Oh my. Now how would I have got to the prison from there? Mr. Edgeworth, you yourself said that I used neither the entrance nor a secret passage.
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (This wasn't the right route... To get to the prison from the warden's office without using the entrance or tunnel... The only way possible is by going through that place!)
Edgeworth:
(Knightley was suspended from the well the night before the show...)
Gumshoe:
Wh-What should we do, sir! This lady's got nerves of steel!
Kay:
Hmm... But there's no record of her going to the prison, is there?
Edgeworth:
The records won't help us at the present time. First, let's listen carefully and gather information.
Courtney:
The barbed wire fence...?
Edgeworth:
You would have moved Knightley to your office first. This office leads directly to the garden side of the courtyard. If you had moved through here, and passed the barbed wire fence... ...you would have arrived at the prison without passing through the entrance or a tunnel!
Roland:
Hu hu hu! I wonder what Mr. Edgeworth is saying? Haven't you noticed? There's a high-voltage current running through the fence...
Debeste:
Yeah! Obviously she couldn't have passed through it like that!
Edgeworth:
The current to the fence could be switched off at the breaker room. And you were the only one who had the key, Warden Roland!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Most amusing. However, the breaker room is located on the prison side of the courtyard. How would the warden have accessed it from the detention center?
Roland:
...Ah, quite right. Gotcha there, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Ngh. That's...
Courtney:
If there is no record of her passing through the prison entrance... ...it would not have been possible for her to turn off the fence's breaker.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...! But, Warden Roland was the only one who had access...)
Ray:
Don't let this faze you, Miles.
Edgeworth:
But, if I don't have a solution for this, she'll get away!
Ray:
Now, Uncle Ray never said, "don't think", you know... It's just not good to be so stubborn about it. That's all.
Edgeworth:
(But, no matter how you think about it, Warden Roland couldn't have done this alone. Hm...?)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, if you have failed to come up with a new poss...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
.........
Courtney:
I am not amused. Interrupting my judgement only to be silent.
Edgeworth:
(...Without thinking, I just blurted out >Objection! My reasoning... is not over yet.
Courtney:
So, how did she use the breaker without leaving the detention center?
Edgeworth:
It's perfectly possible. With this method...! (What made it possible to turn off the breaker...!)
Her position as the warden
Edgeworth:
Her position as the warden made it possible!
Roland:
So I was able to use the breaker from the detention center, because I am the warden? In that case, I'd have to be not just a warden, but a psychic as well!
Edgeworth:
Mmph! (That wasn't right... It would be difficult for Warden Roland to use the breaker alone... Which means!)
Courtney:
It was indeed impossible for the warden to have used the breaker.
Edgeworth:
No, there was one way she could have done it!
Leads back to:
"(What made it possible to turn off the breaker...!)"
She had an accomplice
Leads to:
"It was indeed impossible for one person. But what if... there were two?"
The timing of the incident
Edgeworth:
The timing of the incident made it possible!
Courtney:
The timing of the incident tripped the breaker?
Edgeworth:
Indeed.
Courtney:
So, just how was the breaker tripped?
Edgeworth:
.........
Courtney:
As I thought, you have no idea.
Edgeworth:
Nph! (It wasn't that... It would be difficult for Warden Roland to use the breaker alone... Which means!)
Courtney:
It was indeed impossible for the warden to have used the breaker.
Edgeworth:
No, there was one way she could have done it!
Leads back to:
"(What made it possible to turn off the breaker...!)"
Edgeworth:
It was indeed impossible for one person. But what if... there were two?
Ray:
Exactly! Just what I expected from you, Miles!
Edgeworth:
Yes... You had an accomplice on the prison side!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Enough. I am disappointed in you, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
What's that, pal!? You making fun of Mr. Edgeworth?
Courtney:
...The inmates at this prison all wear bracelets.
Kay:
If they try and go where they please, they will set off the alarm... Aah!
Courtney:
So you've noticed. This is a prison after all. Not only the prisoners, but the guards too, are under constant scrutiny.
Edgeworth:
(So why didn't everyone notice Elbird...?)
Courtney:
The only ones allowed to move around freely are the animals... ...and they certainly could not have used the breaker.
Edgeworth:
But, it's still possible that a person did it.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Excluding the inmates and the guards, just what kind of person would you say it was?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
We can't exclude the inmates and guards just yet! There was only one person. One whose movement was not restricted. This evidence shows that there was someone in the prison who could move around freely!
Present Sahwit's Bracelet
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That is...? It looks like the bracelet worn by the prisoners."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This evidence points to the existence of that person.
Courtney:
Well then, I'd like you to explain just who this points to.
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, why aren't you saying anything?
Courtney:
It seems he doesn't know, after all.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (She saw through me...)
Kay:
Someone whose movement wasn't restricted... Wasn't there someone who tried to hide that from us?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. And we must find the evidence that implicates them!
Courtney:
It would seem that the warden's supposed accomplice does not exist after all.
Edgeworth:
No, Judge Courtney. There remains one person.
Leads back to:
"This evidence proves that Warden Roland is the murderer..."
Courtney:
That is...? It looks like the bracelet worn by the prisoners.
Edgeworth:
This belongs to a certain "model inmate". ...And it's broken.
Courtney:
What... Just who on earth does this belong to!?
Edgeworth:
Frank Sahwit. The warden's favorite inmate.
Roland:
...!
Edgeworth:
Don't you think it's strange? He managed to keep this hidden while he moved around freely in his daily prison life.
Ray:
Golly. When you think about it, it shouldn't be possible.
Roland:
.......
Edgeworth:
I'd hazard a guess that this was because he was a special case. Just like Sirhan Dogen in the special cell...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
The prosecutor's statement is mere conjecture!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You could find out by simply asking Sahwit himself. It is my firm belief that Mr. Sahwit and Warden Roland were partners in crime! Due to their collaboration, another route surfaces. The real route by which Knightley's body was moved to the prison! There were two obstacles that needed to be dealt with. The security camera in front of Knightley's cell. And, the electric fence in the courtyard. Both these problems could have been solved with a single stroke. By having Sahwit switch off the breakers in the breaker room!
Hold it!
Roland:
Mr. Edgeworth. Could you wait one moment?
Edgeworth:
Do you still intend to deny it, Warden Roland?
Roland:
*sigh*... I give in. I confess.
Courtney:
Warden Roland... No! This cannot be!
Roland:
Yes, it's just as he says. Frank Sahwit and I were partners in crime.
Debeste:
No way...
Kay:
You did it, Mr. Edgeworth!
Ray:
Well done, Miles. At last, we have the real culprit cornered.
Roland:
Like Mr. Edgeworth said, Franky operated the breaker. But... we were not responsible for Knightley's murder.
Edgeworth:
WH-WHAT!
Courtney:
Warden Roland. Whatever do you mean?
Roland:
Judge Courtney. Would the Goddess of Law hear my confession?
Courtney:
The Goddess of Law is merciful. She will absolve you.
Roland:
I was... being threatened. That's why, I had no choice but to do as I was told.
Kay:
So, who was threatening you!?
Roland:
.....Sirhan Dogen! That assassin!
Edgeworth:
(Dogen...?)
Roland:
It's been going on since that man came to the prison. I will never forget that day. When we were both alone, he suddenly said to me:
Dogen:
I have many dogs outside the prison.
Roland:
D... Dogs?
Dogen:
Loyal dogs who obey my every command.
Roland:
I soon realized that what Dogen referred to were not really dogs. But his human henchmen... And, that's not all he said.
Dogen:
You'd better watch how you treat me. If you don't want you and your family to become dog food.
Roland:
I had no choice. I gave him the special cell. I gave him anything he desired.
Edgeworth:
Anything he desired... You don't mean! The Supplier...!
Roland:
That's right. Anything he ordered, I would deliver to him. ...An underground dealership. I was the one who won over Franky. It was simple, I just offered him special privileges within the prison.
Courtney:
And these underground dealings?
Roland:
Once a week, in the middle of the night, Franky would shut off two of the breakers... ...so I could move from my office to the courtyard without being seen by the security camera. I would go past the fence, and drop the goods down the well near the prison. And then I'd sprinkle this perfume over it...
Edgeworth:
So that's the true identity of the sweet scent...
Roland:
The scent of perfume was a signal for Dogen's dog. After picking up the scent, it would carry the goods to Dogen. Of course, this had to be done while Elbird was away from his cell.
Gumshoe:
I'm surprised he never found out about it, pal.
Roland:
We have a strict timetable here at the prison. Meal time, exercise time... It's easy to know when he's away from his cell. And since little Rocky is afraid of Dogen's dog... I didn't have to worry about him making noise.
Edgeworth:
(So, having full knowledge of the prison's inner workings, she made the deliveries herself. This would have ensured there were no slip-ups.)
Roland:
Franky would turn the breakers back on in the early morning, and the delivery was complete. I then modified the timestamp on the security camera.
Courtney:
You have told us a great deal. The Goddess of Law accepts your penitent confession.
Roland:
As the warden of the prison, how could I have done such a foolish thing? The day Knightley was killed was also a delivery day. It seems Franky was working the breakers as usual. But, that day I had nothing to send. So I did not go to the courtyard at all.
Edgeworth:
(The secret of the supply system... So then Warden Roland was...)
Roland:
The police have been searching for Dogen's henchmen for ages. I've also been helping them, but...
Roland:
I've been interrogating him personally in my office. But... ...no matter how much evidence we have on him, we can't get a single word out of him.
Edgeworth:
So the reason you kept on interrogating him...
Roland:
Yes. It was to find his henchmen. I borrowed all the evidence from the police, and carried out the interrogation myself! I kept an eye on all his actions, and examined all of his mail!
Edgeworth:
(Mail... like his correspondence chess letters.)
Roland:
But I could never uncover the true identity of his henchmen... This fear... It's something you could never understand.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. You were listening, right? I'd say this confession clears the warden of all suspicion. Is it really necessary to press her further than this?
Edgeworth:
(Is it necessary to press her further?)
Press further
Leads to:
"Judge Courtney. My questioning isn't over yet."
There is no need for that
Edgeworth:
Indeed, there is no need to question Warden Roland any further.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Are you just gonna let the warden get away like that!? She's the killer, right!?
Gumshoe:
It's not like you to overlook a culprit in plain sight, sir!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... Right. (There is still some suspicion surrounding the warden... We must press her further!)
Leads to:
"Judge Courtney. My questioning isn't over yet."
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. My questioning isn't over yet. I'm sure the Goddess of Law isn't satisfied yet, either.
Courtney:
You mean to badger this woman further?
Edgeworth:
Even if she was threatened by Dogen... ...this does not prove she was not the culprit in this case. She was able to use the supply route... ...to transport Knightley's body!
Courtney:
Do you have any evidence to support this?
Edgeworth:
The body gave off a sweet scent... The scent of perfume that was used to signify a delivery! Can you explain this fact?
Roland:
Oh... Of course... Since I have made so many deliveries, the scent would've lingered around the well. When the body was moved through the well, the scent would have transferred to it.
Courtney:
Mr. Elbird also testified to this fact.
Elbird:
That's it. For some reason, that well gave off a nice scent.
Edgeworth:
A nice scent?
Elbird:
I don't know what it was, but it smelled sweet, like candy...
Courtney:
The lingering scent in the well would, of course, be picked up by anything passing through.
Edgeworth:
Ngh.....!
Courtney:
The Defense rests, I see. In that case, court is adjourned.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Isn't there anything we can do?
Edgeworth:
(What should I do? Is this as far as I can go?)
Debeste:
Is it over already?
Courtney:
Yes, Sebastian. It is. And now, court is officially adjourned!
Hold it!
Courtney:
Who... Who was that?
Ray:
It's not nice of you to adjourn things just like that, Courtney-pie.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields...!
Courtney:
Are you objecting to the court adjourning?
Ray:
He he he. Of course not. I ain't got no >Objection!Kay:
Hey, what are you doing Mr. Shields!?
Ray:
Woah there. Calm down Kay. Who wants some chocolate?
Courtney:
...Is this a joke?
Ray:
He he he, you'll have to excuse me. I just have one tiny request to make. As Simon Keyes' attorney.
Courtney:
That's right, you're the defense attorney in charge of this case, aren't you?
Ray:
Exactly! Did you all forget? That's so mean.
Kay:
But you just left everything to Mr. Edgeworth and didn't do anything at all!
Ray:
Yes. That's right! That's why... I thought I'd do my job a bit.
Courtney:
Do your job? ...That hardly sounds like you at all.
Ray:
It's to prepare for the trial. I'd like to ask the warden a few questions.
Courtney:
Surely you jest. What more would you expect to hear from her?
Ray:
Well, Ms. Warden. I'd like to hear your thoughts on the culprit.
Roland:
My thoughts?
Ray:
Uncle Ray believes that Simon is not the culprit. It seems that Ms. Warden also suspects someone other than Simon. I'd like to hear you out.
Roland:
........
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. What's Mr. Shields up to?
Edgeworth:
...He's trying to lure Warden Roland into testifying. Why was the supply route used to transport the body...? I'd say it was to pin the crime on Dogen.
Kay:
Ah! I see!
Edgeworth:
If he committed a murder here, he would be transferred to another prison. One with tighter security...
Kay:
And that would get rid of the troublemaker!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. She wouldn't pass up a chance like that...!
Debeste:
Hey, hold on a sec! A culprit besides Simon? What do you mean! Simon was the one I was supposed to prosecute!
Ray:
Exactly! So wouldn't it be better if Debeste also listened to what she has to say?
Kay:
Amazing, Mr. Shields. You managed to drag Mr. Debeste into this too!
Courtney:
.....Warden Roland, is this acceptable?
Roland:
........ Oh, you! It's fine! It's fine! You understand a woman's heart!
Ray:
Th-Thank you... Mademoiselle.
Roland:
Actually, I've thought this over. I'd like to tell you my thoughts. You'll let me speak, won't you, Justine-darling?
Courtney:
...Of course. You may speak.
Kay:
Mr. Shields! Awesome!
Ray:
Phew, that was a close shave.
Edgeworth:
Thank you, Mr. Shields.
Ray:
No, no, I'm still leaving the rest to you. Remember what I said? A defense attorney never gives up... The fate of our client rests on our shoulders, after all. It'd be uncool if Uncle Ray didn't put that into practice. Now then, Miles. It's your turn to show you'll never give up.
Edgeworth:
Right...
Roland:
Well then, will you listen to my story?
-- My Story --
Roland:
I believe that the culprit in this case could only have been Dogen.
I have no idea what transpired between Dogen and the victim.
It simply could have been that Dogen was displeased with him.
In any case, he was the one who stabbed the victim to death.
He probably had a dog dispose of the body. This is the truth of the case.
Roland:
The victim... Mr. Knightley, was it? I think it is a truly terrible thing.
Edgeworth:
Taking a man's life, you mean?
Roland:
...That's how you'd go about saying it, isn't it? If only I had been more vigilant, his death would not have happened. That's why I want to clear up his regrets!
Courtney:
Warden Roland...! How considerate! I'm sure Mr. Knightley in Heaven is overflowing with gratitude!
Edgeworth:
(Is gratitude really what Knightley feels?)
Rebuttal
-- My Story --
Roland:
I believe that the culprit in this case could only have been Dogen.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You seem very confident of that. How can you be so sure?
Roland:
The children of this home are all good little boys and girls. Believe in yourself, believe in your friends, and believe in me and the guards... There is no way any of these hard-working children could have committed a murder.
Edgeworth:
Quite an emotional reason. (Makes sense, coming from someone like her.)
Roland:
Only Dogen would be capable of something like that.
Roland:
I have no idea what transpired between Dogen and the victim.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Knightley was being held in the detention center, and Dogen was in the prison. They couldn't make any contact. Don't you think that would've prevented trouble?
Roland:
The prison is quite confined, right? There were many ways for them to meet.
Edgeworth:
Knightley was murdered days before he would have been sentenced to prison. Surely there weren't "many ways" a meeting could have occurred?
Roland:
Even without a direct meeting, Dogen can still cause trouble. Mark my words.
Roland:
It simply could have been that Dogen was displeased with him.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What could Knightley have done in the detention center to "displease" him?
Roland:
That was just an example. You don't have to take it so seriously. Didn't I already say that I have no idea what transpired between them? Nevertheless.. You certainly are a serious one, Edgeworth-dear.
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What's this? That... piercing gaze...?)
Roland:
Always standing straight and stiff. Very nice! Looking very clever, my dear! I think I'm about to become your biggest fan!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth, stay focused! It's just a flesh wound!
Edgeworth:
R... Right. (Is this some form of psychological warfare...?)
Roland:
In any case, he was the one who stabbed the victim to death.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I'd like to hear your thoughts about the circumstances surrounding the murder.
Roland:
Well, I suppose it was a simple "job". During his booking, I learned that the victim had some kind of injury to his neck. He couldn't turn his neck to the right... I remember him saying something like that.
Edgeworth:
(Booking... that's the process one undergoes before being locked up in the detention center.) It sounds like you don't really know a lot about Knightley.
Roland:
I only know a little. In any case, he would've been an easy target for Dogen. Perhaps he used the chisel hidden in the chessboard? The victim wouldn't even have had a chance to scream.
Edgeworth:
...I see. Your opinion will be a very valuable reference. ...Could you add those last statements to your testimony?
Roland:
Aww, you're making me blush. You're so c-u-t-e.
Edgeworth:
.....!
Roland:
I'm just kidding. I'll continue.
Add statements:
"Perhaps he used the chisel hidden in the chessboard?" and "I'm sure it would have been a simple "job"."
Roland:
Perhaps he used the chisel hidden in the chessboard?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The chessboard...?
Roland:
The thing that the victim brought with him. It seemed like he really enjoyed playing chess. How could I have guessed that chisel would be hidden inside it?
Edgeworth:
(The chisel in the chessboard... That fact is only known by a select few people! This was the answer we arrived at from our reasoning, after all. So then, why does she know about this...?)
Roland:
In Dogen's hands, even a chisel is enough to be used as a lethal weapon.
Present Chessboard
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Warden Roland, you certainly are sharp-witted."
Roland:
I'm sure it would have been a simple "job".
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You certainly seem to hold strong feelings towards Dogen.
Roland:
Th-That's... just natural. Remember my interrogations? That man, no matter how much evidence we find, he's still as slippery as a snake...!
Ray:
You've got a lotta guts!
Roland:
That smug look he has on his face when he returns to his cell! Aaaaaargh! Just thinking about it makes my stomach churn!
Edgeworth:
(I can sort of understand how you feel.)x
Roland:
He probably had a dog dispose of the body. This is the truth of the case.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you mean to say the dog threw the body into the well?
Roland:
Dogen has more than one dog, not just that black one, you know. Didn't I tell you? He has henchmen outside these walls as well.
Edgeworth:
You mean his henchmen outside of the prison aided him in this crime!?
Roland:
Of course not. They would have been caught by the security gates. But, think about it. Wasn't he the "Supplier"? It's not hard to think he had "dogs" within the prison too.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Well then, why don't you tell me the names of those so-called dogs?
Roland:
If I knew that, I wouldn't have gone through so much trouble. In any case, it's still a possibility. Please try to consider it.
Edgeworth:
(She's dodging the question... Can't I pursue this line of thought any further?)
Edgeworth:
(Warden Roland's testimony is covered in lies. If I pick them apart one by one, her true colors will surely be revealed.)
Edgeworth:
Warden Roland, you certainly are sharp-witted.
Roland:
Hey, enough with the titles. Call me Patty, P-a-t-t-y.
Edgeworth:
..... H-However, there's something you were a little too knowledgeable about...
Roland:
Uh hu hu. Embarrassed? You're such an inexperienced child, Edgeworth-dear!
Edgeworth:
.....G-Gaaah.
Kay:
Fight on! Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...You said you didn't really know much about Knightley. If that's the case, how did you know about the chisel inside the chessboard?
Roland:
Oh... O-Of course. The entrance check...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Enough with the poor excuses! The entrance check? The chessboard wasn't something Knightley brought with him. It was brought to him later by Mr. Keyes. He didn't even have it when he arrived here!
Roland:
Th-That's...! M-My mistake. I meant the parcel check...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Even if we assume that, there are still many suspicious points! Why wasn't such a chisel immediately confiscated!
Roland:
A-Aiiaaah!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Did you tell anyone about the trick to this chessboard?
Courtney:
...I did not.
Roland:
.........
Edgeworth:
If no information about our investigation was leaked, then how did you find out? You could not have examined this during the entrance check or parcel check!
Courtney:
Certainly... Someone in the warden's position would never have let a chisel slip by.
Edgeworth:
Exactly. So, answer this, Warden Roland! When and how did you learn about the chessboard's secret!
Roland:
.........
Edgeworth:
Hmph. In that case, I shall answer for you. It is because...
Hold it!
Roland:
I give up, Edgeworth-dear. It is as you say.
Edgeworth:
(Hm...?)
Roland:
.....I interrogated Knightley. That's how I learned about... the chessboard. But... Please believe me! I didn't kill anyone!
Courtney:
Enough. It would appear that we have uncovered some vital information. I'll ask you to testify once more. If that's airtight with you, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...No objections here.
Roland:
Th-Thank you, Edgeworth-dear! I'll do my best!
Courtney:
Well then, Warden Roland, I trust there will be no lies from here on out.
Edgeworth:
(Her pool of lies is slowly running dry. Soon I will bring out her true nature!)
-- My Story, Pt. 2 --
Roland:
I wouldn't go so far as to call it an interrogation.
I always make sure to talk to all the new arrivals.
Mr. Knightley... Yes, we had a little chat.
After our talk, he went right back to his cell, I assure you.
Edgeworth:
(She's piling lies on top of lies, not realizing that it only tightens the noose around her neck.)
Courtney:
You speak with the new prisoners, you say?
Roland:
That's right! I'm glad you understand.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your testimony is not solid evidence. It requires more than just "understanding"!
Courtney:
Well then, Prosecutor Edgeworth, you may begin your cross-examination.
Rebuttal
-- My Story, Pt. 2 --
Roland:
I wouldn't go so far as to call it an interrogation.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You're certain you interrogated him the day before the show?
Roland:
Yes. Around 3 AM on the 27th.
Edgeworth:
(3 at night. That matches the time of death on Knightley's autopsy report...) You summoned him that late at night and he wasn't asleep?
Roland:
Well, a guard was attacked in Knightley's cell, remember? After that incident, we checked his cell and inquired about the circumstances... I'm sure all that excitement made it hard to sleep. Knightley was wide awake, you know.
Edgeworth:
So, even though it was highly irregular, you still carried out this late-night interrogation.
Roland:
Edgeworth-dear... You're so mean.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Roland:
It may have been irregular, but the truth is I had him moved. You can call it what you like, it still doesn't change the facts.
Ray:
Please excuse him. I'll give my incompetent apprentice a good scolding later! But for now, Mademoiselle, what did you mean when you said, "you had him moved"?
Roland:
I thought it was obvious, Monsieur. I spoke to him in my office.
Edgeworth:
(Her office... The route she used to move Knightley's body!) Please add that statement to your testimony!
Roland:
...Uh hu hu. Of course.
Add statement:
"Around 3 AM the day before the show, the victim was brought into my office."
Roland:
Around 3 AM the day before the show, the victim was brought into my office.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And where is your office located exactly?
Roland:
You know that sign in the detention center hallway?
Kay:
You mean the one that says "No Entry"?
Roland:
Yes. It's just a short walk up that aisle. About five minutes from the cell block.
Edgeworth:
I've heard that room exits into the courtyard.
Roland:
Of course. That side of the courtyard is my private garden. ...Oh, I get it. You're going to say I used that route to move the body.
Edgeworth:
Indeed, you must have been able to use it. If you used that route...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
For now, that is merely a possibility. There is no decisive evidence to support it.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But there is no other way the body could have been moved!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Surely you haven't forgotten my theory that Simon Keyes dropped the body in the well?
Debeste:
That's right! That's right! What she said!
Edgeworth:
Ngh... (Pursuing this point further would be hazardous.)
Roland:
I always make sure to talk to all the new arrivals.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What did you talk about?
Roland:
What indeed... It was just trifling conversation. What kind of animals he liked, what his hobbies were, that sort of thing.
Edgeworth:
Hobbies... I assume he mentioned chess?
Roland:
Oh yes. That's all Knightley would ever talk about. Now that I think about it, the note he had in his room... It probably had something to do with chess too.
Edgeworth:
(So Warden Roland saw Knightley's note...?)
Roland:
Mr. Knightley... Yes, we had a little chat.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And what was Knightley like during the interrogation?
Roland:
He was very honest.
Kay:
M-Mr. Kn-Knightley was...
Gumshoe:
H-Honest, pal!?
Roland:
He also talked about a croissant and some kind of promo...
Edgeworth:
(En passant and chess piece promotions, I presume. Looks like he was his usual chess-loving self.)
Roland:
After our talk, he went right back to his cell, I assure you.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If he really returned to his cell, there is no way he would be a corpse now!
Hold it!
Roland:
I know you're suggesting that I killed him during the interrogation, but... ...I couldn't possibly have had a motive to kill Knightley, could I? Dogen was the only one I hated. And he had no connection with the victim.
Edgeworth:
(She only hated Dogen...) Please add that statement to your testimony!
Add statement:
"Dogen was the one I hated. And he had no connection with the victim."
Roland:
Dogen was the one I hated. And he had no connection with the victim.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The only one you hated was Dogen... Am I correct?
Roland:
Yes. Threatening me... And doing whatever he wants in this prison! That man... I will never forgive him! I will do whatever it takes to corner him! And his black dog too! They aren't fit to live in my home!
Edgeworth:
(She's brimming with hostility, even towards Dogen's dog... At first glance, it would seem she has no motive for killing Knightley... However, her hostility extends to anyone connected to Dogen. If I consider that, the answer will naturally follow!)
Present Knightley's Memo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Judge Courtney. I'd like you to have a look at this."
Gumshoe:
She chats with the criminals...? The warden sure is easygoing, sir.
Edgeworth:
Easygoing? She killed one of the criminals, you know.
Ray:
Since the guy was handcuffed, it would have been a pretty one-sided affair.
Edgeworth:
(Warden Roland has to be the killer. I have faith in my reasoning so far!)
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. I'd like you to have a look at this.
Courtney:
It looks like a record of a chess game. Is there something wrong with it?
Edgeworth:
This was discovered in the victim's cell. It was Knightley's memo. Warden Roland, you also discovered this note in the very same place! And not just in Knightley's cell... But in Dogen's too, correct?
Hold it!
Roland:
Wh-What are you...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Don't say that you don't know about the chessboard in the special cell.
Roland:
.........
Edgeworth:
After all, you would have kept an eye on Dogen's actions, down to the smallest details. No... To be more precise, it wasn't Dogen that you needed to keep an eye on.
Kay:
The warden was searching for Mr. Dogen's henchmen.
Edgeworth:
From the start, I found it strange that the warden interrogated the prisoners personally. Since he used his henchmen to threaten harm to her family... ...Warden Roland interrogated Dogen, to expose them.
Roland:
So... What are you saying!?
Edgeworth:
As you inspected Dogen's mail, you must have known! That he played correspondence chess!
Roland:
Urk!
Edgeworth:
And then Knightley appeared, with a chess memo in hand. We deduced that he and Dogen were connected. You must have arrived at the same conclusion as well. However! You went one step too far in your reasoning. You thought Knightley was one of Dogen's henchmen, who had come to kill you!
Ray:
So, that's why you interrogated Knightley-boy. If the boss won't crack, go after his henchmen.
Edgeworth:
In addition, you discovered something when you were interrogating him. Inside his chessboard, you found a portable chisel!
Courtney:
The murder weapon...!
Edgeworth:
To Warden Roland, the chisel was a symbol of Dogen. And that was the final straw. You believed Knightley was one of Dogen's henchmen and you killed him!
Roland:
...........
Edgeworth:
It seems there will be no rebuttal. Judge Courtney! Your verdict!
Courtney:
...Though it is incredibly unfortunate, there seems to be no room for doubt. I shall announce my verdict! For the murder of Horace Knightley...
Hold it!
Courtney:
Twice my sacred verdict has been interrupted...! Who was that!
Roland:
Hu... Hu hu hu hu...
Courtney:
Warden Roland...?
Roland:
Uh hu hu hu hu... Oh, how strange! You guys really don't understand anything!
Edgeworth:
It would seem the one who doesn't understand is you.
Roland:
Me? Oh, I understand one thing very well. There is a huge contradiction in your logic, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Once she's cornered, she starts spouting nonsense. Pay it no heed. Judge Courtney, your verdict...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I am interested in hearing what the warden has to say.
Edgeworth:
What...!
Roland:
I thought so. I just have one thing I want to say.
Debeste:
O-One...!
Roland:
Please take a good look at the autopsy report.
Courtney:
The autopsy report... The one I brought with me?
Roland:
I heard exactly what you said earlier, Justine-darling. You said the wound was four inches deep.
Courtney:
...Four inches.
Edgeworth:
N-No way...
Roland:
Could that tiny chisel really have made a wound four inches deep?
Edgeworth:
I... IMPOSSIIBLEEEEE!
Courtney:
How could I have made such an error... Oh, forgive me, Goddess of Law!
Roland:
Well, I believe that overturns your hypothesis! What will you do now, Mr. Edgeworth!
Kay:
Wh-Wh-Wh-What'll we do!
Gumshoe:
I-I-It'll be alright, pal! Mr. Edgeworth always...
Edgeworth:
.........
Ray:
Whoa, hey now, he's gone all white!
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're a defense attorney, aren't you! Isn't there something you can do, pal!? Do that "turnabout" thing! Make some earth-shattering objection!
Ray:
Uncle Ray's a hard worker, but... ...without decisive evidence we're just whipping a dead horse here.
Kay:
Does that mean it's hopeless!?
Edgeworth:
(The true killer is Warden Roland. If it's not her, then nothing that's happened fits. But the chisel isn't the murder weapon. Are there any other sharp objects here...?)
Courtney:
There are still many mysteries remaining in this case. However, we do not have the evidence to solve them at this present time. We have no choice... But to continue this battle in the courtroom.
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
That would just give the killer a chance to destroy evidence!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Are you mocking the court?
Ray:
N-No, no, no. I didn't mean anything like that. Y-You look perplexed, Miles. Thought of anything yet?
Edgeworth:
(The chisel is not the murder weapon. In that case, what is? ...It's no use! We're back where we started!)
Courtney:
No objections, Prosecutor Edgeworth? By the way... Any baseless statements will be punished accordingly.
Edgeworth:
................................ (It's no good! I can't think of anything! I need more time...!) ................ I regret to say, I have no...
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
.....?
Kay:
No! Mr. Edgeworth! Remember what Mr. Shields said! If we give up, Simon will...! Have you forgotten that sad look on his face? He was the one who suffered most from Knightley's death! If we can't save him, who will? Besides... ...Simon believes in us! So, we can't give up!
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Ray:
Miles... Looks like you've found a good partner. It's like little Kay says. Whenever you're backed into a corner, think of your client. Keep fighting until the very end... Isn't that the feeling you're getting? Gregory... Your old man... No matter what trouble he faced, he would always turn things around and save his client. You've got his blood in you, right? In that case, you're the only one who can turn this around...
Edgeworth:
....... Judge Courtney.
Courtney:
The look in your eyes has suddenly changed... If you do intend to speak. you'd better be prepared to face the consequences. Your logic thus far has been misplaced numerous times. If this were to happen again, I will consider you unfit to call yourself a prosecutor... And you will hand over your badge.
Edgeworth:
(...That's right. My reasoning about this case has indeed been misplaced numerous times... Have I made a grave miscalculation...? ...Wait. My logic is... misplaced?)
Courtney:
Still silent. I cannot condone this waste of time. Well then...
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Courtney:
I will announce my verdict.
Edgeworth:
(That's it! I have to turn my logic around! My logic isn't misplaced, it's been misled!)
Courtney:
This court finds the defendant, Simon Keyes...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Isn't it a little early to hand down a verdict?
Roland:
I actually think it's rather late. Don't you agree, Justine-darling?
Courtney:
.....Enlighten us.
Roland:
Wh-What!
Edgeworth:
Try to remember! The eyewitness account about his dog, and his absence from the Animal Show... When I first heard that information, my suspicion immediately fell on Dogen.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I'm amazed you take such pride in retelling your previous failings...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But, was that not the killer's aim? What if we assumed that was their intention from the start? Of course! The chisel served the same purpose!
Courtney:
!
Edgeworth:
Knightley's body was stabbed in the same spot with multiple sharp objects. This shows that, he was stabbed with the chisel after the real murder weapon was removed. By soaking the chisel in Knightley's blood... ...the killer wanted to misled us into thinking the chisel was the murder weapon! Why? That's because...! Why did the killer want us to think the chisel was the murder weapon?
It was the murder weapon
Edgeworth:
Warden Roland. This chisel really was used to kill Knightley after all.
Ray:
...Miles. Weren't you listening before?
Courtney:
It appears I made a mistake in allowing you to speak.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (It seems I was wrong... Why did Warden Roland makes this chisel out to be the murder weapon? If I can figure out the reason, the truth should reveal itself.)
Courtney:
It would be pointless to allow any more utterances.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Please allow me to make one more statement.
Courtney:
...Very well. Go ahead.
Leads back to:
"Why did the killer want us to think the chisel was the murder weapon?"
To get Knightley expelled
Edgeworth:
The chisel was used to get Knightley expelled!
Kay:
Get Knightley expelled? But Knightley was already dead by then...
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (Looks like I was wrong...)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Stay focused, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Right. (Why did Warden Roland makes this chisel out to be the murder weapon? If I can figure out the reason, the truth should reveal itself.)
Courtney:
It would be pointless to allow any more utterances.
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Please allow me to make one more statement.
Courtney:
...Very well. Go ahead.
Leads back to:
"Why did the killer want us to think the chisel was the murder weapon?"
To get Dogen expelled
Leads to:
"...Warden Roland. You made use of this chisel's image."
Edgeworth:
...Warden Roland. You made use of this chisel's image.
Roland:
Chisel's... image? What are you trying to say?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. When you see this chisel, what does it suggest to you?
Debeste:
Eh? Something like... "Dogen is the killer", right?
Edgeworth:
...Now do you understand? That was the warden's aim.
Kay:
Ah! She wanted us to suspect the person with the chisels!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That was her plan from the very beginning. To make Sirhan Dogen out to be the killer.
Courtney:
I understand your logic. It is true the warden did not think kindly of Dogen. But... you understand, don't you? This alone does not prove she is the killer.
Edgeworth:
(As I thought... It's not enough! The remaining chance... ...is for me to find the real murder weapon!)
Courtney:
If you have no more evidence, I believe this conversation is over.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I could prove it, if I found the real murder weapon!
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
It doesn't matter what you say! We did a clean sweep of this place!
Courtney:
It is as Sebastian says. In the end, we could not find any weapons. In other words, such proof is impossible.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
No. The murder weapon must still be somewhere in the prison. ...As long as this exists.
Debeste:
The security gate!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. ...You remember its name after all.
Debeste:
Are you mocking me!? It's because of those things... That you can't take metal objects in or out of this place! ...Ah!
Edgeworth:
Right. As long as those security gates exist, the murder weapon should still be here.
Courtney:
...That also means no weapon could have been brought into the prison. In the end, we're back to that same mystery after all...
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney...?)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, surely you've realized? If the real murder weapon is still in the prison... ...one must also consider how it got there in the first place.
Edgeworth:
The chisel was concealed within the chessboard... ...but the chisel is not the real murder weapon. Which means the real murder weapon must have been smuggled in somehow!
Courtney:
The way it was smuggled in... Can you prove that?
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...! How Warden Roland brought the weapon into the prison...!?)
Edgeworth:
You had evidence transferred from the precinct...?
Roland:
Yes. We borrowed all the evidence concerning Dogen. I've been interrogating him personally in my office. But...
Edgeworth:
(Th-That's it! She could have used that! This shows another way a weapon could be brought into the prison!)
Present Dogen's Bells
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Yesterday, Dogen said this."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
Professor Edgeworth! So that's how you bring metal objects into the prison!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. With this, even something metal could be...
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Exactly how does that let metal objects be brought into the prison?
Kay:
What! You really can't use that to bring metal objects into the prison!? Professor Edgeworth, I'm disappointed in you!
Edgeworth:
M... Mmph! (Sorry to let you down...)
Kay:
So, there really isn't a way to bring metal objects into the prison?
Edgeworth:
No, there is a way, besides sending it in a package. And this shows that method!
Kay:
Well then, Professor! Show it to us!
Edgeworth:
(I'm not sure if I should say this in front of Kay...)
Leads back to:
"(This shows another way a weapon could be brought into the prison!)"
Edgeworth:
Yesterday, Dogen said this.
Dogen:
Yes. My bells... There are only two in the world.
Ray:
Only two?
Dogen:
They're custom-made. Attached to my knife and Anubis' collar. Even though I can only rely on my ears... ...I can easily identify them. Alas, one has been confiscated and is not in my possession.
Edgeworth:
It's possible the murder weapon was brought in... ...as confiscated evidence!
Debeste:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAAT!
Edgeworth:
Dogen's knife was confiscated, and stored on the premises. Furthermore... a bell was attached to the knife!
Courtney:
It can't be...! The bell on that chisel...!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. The killer took it from the knife and reattached it to the chisel.
Kay:
B-But the only fingerprints on this chisel are Knightley's...!
Edgeworth:
The killer probably wore gloves when they made the switch. She made the chisel out to be the murder weapon by attaching Dogen's bell. And in doing so, made Dogen appear to be the culprit. Furthermore, the handling of the set of evidence that this bell originally belonged to... ...was only possible for someone with the proper authority.
Gumshoe:
Who, sir! Who had that authority!?
Courtney:
Why don't we ask the warden what she thinks?
Hold it!
Roland:
Y-You can find bells anywhere! Anyone could have attached it, right?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I see. So you don't know. These bells are Dogen's trademark. There are only two in the world!
Roland:
WHA........ WHAAAAAAAT!
Edgeworth:
And so, attaching the bell would, naturally, make you the killer.
Hold it!
Roland:
D-Do you have evidence that I have the knife? You don't, do you?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Of course. I understand. In that case, Mr. Debeste! I'd like to request an investigation. Immediately!
Debeste:
Eh? Ah. But... if you find it, it'd be problematic for me...
Edgeworth:
That doesn't matter now! It is necessary that we reveal the truth! You are a prosecutor, are you not?
Debeste:
........ Well, even if you say that.
Edgeworth:
(Curse this useless prosecutor! If only I still had investigative rights!)
Debeste:
Besides, we can't investigate without the warden's permission... Right?
Edgeworth:
There's no way she would approve! We have no choice but to investigate ourselves!
Roland:
If you don't have evidence, there's no use in continuing this conversation.
Courtney:
...The Goddess of Law does not smile upon those with no evidence. This will have to be continued in the Courtroom...
Edgeworth:
(Not good...! If we give the warden more time here... ...she'll definitely destroy the evidence. It seems like I have no choice but to raise an objection and stall for time...! B-But, I don't have anything definite. Is that... really acceptable? Is it really like me to do something this reckless... N-No... Not good! Now is not the time for hesitation! Right now, I'm not a prosecutor, but an attorney's assistant. I need to protect my client! I'm the only one who can save him now. In that case... ...even if it's a one-in-a-million chance, I have to take it! It's sink or swim. Should I raise an objection?)
Raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(It almost feels like I've turned into a certain bluffing defense attorney. But, right now I can't come to a standstill here!)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold it!"
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(No, I must not object now.)
Kay:
It's not like you to let the killer get away when they are right before your eyes!
Edgeworth:
(That's right. I can't come to a standstill here!)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold it!"
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth? What now?
Edgeworth:
I just realized something...
Courtney:
What would that be... Pray tell?
Edgeworth:
Naturally, the whereabouts of the real murder weapon... Dogen's knife!
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth! Is that really true!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. (Though it is a lie...)
Courtney:
I find that hard to believe. This isn't a bluff, is it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You underestimate me. The word "bluff" does not exist in my dictionary. (Ngh... This is bad for my heart...)
Roland:
Th-There's no way you could know... Because, such a thing doesn't even exist!
Courtney:
...Well then, could you enlighten us? Where is the real murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
(Think...! Think! Somewhere the police didn't look... A blind spot in this animal-filled prison. A hiding place the warden would have complete confidence in. Hm? Hiding place...? Come to think of it...!)
Dogen:
............ It was inevitable. Anubis, show them your mouth.
Edgeworth:
(Th-The same method...? No... It couldn't be, could it...!? But...! There aren't that many ways to hide things from an investigator's eyes!)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth! How long do you intend to keep us waiting?
Edgeworth:
(It's possible... B-But... I'm taking a big gamble here.) The place where the real murder weapon is hidden is... here!
Present Courtyard
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here, in the courtyard?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
Was the murder weapon really hidden in there!?
Courtney:
That's not enough information, please show us in more detail.
Edgeworth:
Umm. Around here...
Courtney:
There's no way I can accept such a vague statement.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (It was no good after all... A hiding place the warden would have confidence in... I'll have to look at this through her eyes.)
Courtney:
Well then, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Show us once again where the murder weapon is hidden.
Leads back to:
"The place where the real murder weapon is hidden is... here!"
Courtney:
Here, in the courtyard?
Edgeworth:
Indeed.
Courtney:
That's not enough information, please show us in more detail. Where is the real murder weapon hidden?
Present alligator
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"(That's it...! Back then!)"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
That's right! The murder weapon is hidden here!
Gumshoe:
I don't think you could hide something here, sir...
Edgeworth:
Mmph! (Even Gumshoe rebutted...)
Roland:
It's pointless to keep searching, Edgeworth-dear. Because it's most certainly not here!
Kay:
Why is the warden so confident? Maybe she hid it in a place where we couldn't approach...
Edgeworth:
Not just some place we couldn't approach, but some place only the warden could get to. It's definitely a possibility.
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Leads back to:
"Where is the real murder weapon hidden?"
Edgeworth:
(That's it...! Back then!)
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
What's the matter, Detective?
Gumshoe:
It looks like the metal detector is reacting to this alligator.
Kay:
Really! Why?
Edgeworth:
(Of course, that's why the metal detector reacted!) Judge Courtney, I'd like you to take a look at this.
Courtney:
The chisel...?
Debeste:
Wasn't that just the fake murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
Dogen hid this chisel inside this dog's mouth. And the real murder weapon was hidden in very much the same way...
Roland:
...!
Edgeworth:
The real murder weapon is in the pond, inside the alligator!
Kay:
WHAAAAAAAAAH!
Debeste:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!
Edgeworth:
We can confirm that the metal detector reacted to the alligator! Judge Courtney. Please have the insides of the alligator examined!
Courtney:
...I give my consent. We'll have to call a veterinarian.
Regina:
I can make that little girl open her mouth! Can I help?
Edgeworth:
Yes, go ahead. Warden Roland! Discovering the real murder weapon will settle this matter once and for all! Why don't you do the honorable thing and confess now?
Roland:
I-I! What would I have to confess!
Edgeworth:
In that case, you can just wait for your fate to be sealed.
Roland:
N-Nrggggg!
Gumshoe:
Aah! We found it, sir!
Kay:
Just where you said it would be!
Edgeworth:
...It's over. Patricia Roland! The real murder weapon is none other than Dogen's knife... And the one who murdered Horace Knightley can only be you!
Roland:
Dogen was the evil one! I didn't do anything wrong! It was completely reasonable! That guy was one of Dogen's henchmen! Him...! If only he had never come to my home... I... I could at least still be happy! My special paradise... He ruined it! All of it! Him! That no-good assassin! Him... Him! HIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
March 28[sic], 12:34 AMDetention CenterHallway
Forensics:
Mr. Debeste of the best! We have the results!
Edgeworth:
(...Debeste of the best? Looks like even the forensic officers have it tough.)
Forensics:
We found traces of Knightley's blood on Dogen's knife! It was just like you said! You're the best, Mr. Debeste!
Debeste:
Alright! Good job! But don't stop there, keep the praise coming!
Forensics:
Yes, sir! You're so incredible, it brings tears to my eyes!
Edgeworth:
(...From sorrow?)
Courtney:
Well done, Sebastian. Next comes the follow-up investigation.
Debeste:
Hm? What are you talking about, Justine? Hasn't the case been solved already?
Edgeworth:
We have not yet confirmed if Knightley truly was one of Dogen's henchmen.
Debeste:
.........
Edgeworth:
There is also a chance that Warden Roland jumped to conclusions...
Debeste:
.....O-Oh? Oh?
Edgeworth:
(That is the remaining uncertainty in this case.)
Debeste:
Ah... Uhh... A-Anyways, let's keep investigating. Hey, you there! Come with me! Since I'm The Best, the truth will appear before me first! When that moment arrives, make sure you don't miss it!
Forensics:
Yes, sir! I'm looking forward to witnessing your first-rate ability!
Debeste:
Let's goooooooooo!
Courtney:
We live in troubling times, wouldn't you agree?
Edgeworth:
...?
Courtney:
The would-be assassin of the president was found murdered in the prison.
Edgeworth:
Knightley had not planned to assassinate the president!
Courtney:
The truth is not as vital as you seem to believe it to be. Not to the world... ...And not to the law.
Kay:
That can't be right!
Courtney:
Believe what you will. However... ...as long as Prosecutor Edgeworth remains a prosecutor, it is an inescapable reality.
Edgeworth:
A prosecutor is not someone who demands a guilty verdict. That is what I believe.
Courtney:
Those are merely your values. The law is not the plaything of any one person. If you will not submit to that... You will do well to prepare for the consequences.
Gumshoe:
What's that supposed to mean, pal? Don't tell me you're gonna...
Courtney:
Now then, this is where I must take my leave, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney is right. The law should not serve any one person's desires. However, if the truth is bent as a result of that... ...can that really be called "justice"?)
Regina:
Ah! Simon!
Simon:
B-Boss!
Regina:
What happened? They said you could come out already?
Simon:
W-Well... Honestly, I don't know for sure. All of a sudden they were like, "You're free to go" and "You should thank Mr. Edgeworth".
Kay:
Well, that's because he found out who the real murderer was.
Simon:
R-Really? He did? Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
.........
Simon:
Ah! Ooh! Nowaynowaynoway! Even if you glare at me like that, it's useless! I'm innocent, after all! You can't make me guilty!
Regina:
Simon, Simon... You should thank him, you know.
Simon:
Y-Y-You're right! Thank you very much!
Regina:
I wanna thank you, too!
Edgeworth:
(Good grief...)
Simon:
...Um, Mr. Defense Attorney? Can I ask you just one more question?
Edgeworth:
Yes, you may. (But I'm not a defense attorney...)
Simon:
I thought that Knightley and I were friends. No! I mean best friends! I always thought we were...
Kay:
You don't think so anymore...?
Simon:
W-Well, I'm just wondering. There were some things I had no idea about. Like how... he could hate someone enough to kill him. That's why... m-maybe he n-never trusted me, either?
Kay:
Simon... That's not true.
Simon:
Y-You're lying! Because if I had known, I could have stopped him! I would've told him he had no need to be angry with anyone!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Keyes, I don't think he disliked you either. (Let's show him proof that Knightley trusted him.)
Present Chessboard
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That's what I gave to..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Simon:
What is... this?
Edgeworth:
It's proof of Knightley's trust in you.
Simon:
But I don't really get it...
Edgeworth:
(I don't really understand either...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, maybe this is what you were going for?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... yes. (I must be tired from working for so long.)
Leads to:
"That's what I gave to..."
Simon:
That's what I gave to...
Edgeworth:
Knightley his a chisel inside it. Most likely to aid in his escape.
Simon:
E-E-E-Escape...! He used me?
Edgeworth:
He trusted in you. He knew you'd bring it to him without looking into it and without question. And in doing just that, you were caught up in everything.
Simon:
........*sniff* *sniff* Waaaaaaaaah! Knightley! You idiot!
Kay:
Looks like he gets it.
Regina:
Simon is not as dumb as he looks, after all. I'm sure he'll be back to normal by tomorrow.
Edgeworth:
(Was that supposed to be a compliment...?)
Simon:
Oooooh... *hic*... I'll be strong! I'll become a splendid wild animal tamer, for Knightley's sake!
Edgeworth:
Excellent, that's the spirit.
Simon:
Ah... I-I almost forgot! Um, if you'd like... Please come to our next show! I-I'll also... be performing in it.
Regina:
The Berry Big Circus is always fabulous and fun for all ages!
Kay:
Wow, that sounds like fun! Let's go, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. Well, I'll think about it.
Regina:
Well, we need to get back to practicing right away. You'll be with Regent today!
Simon:
Whaaaat? Th-The tiger!? Nowaynowaynoway!
Regina:
It'll be fine. He's a good boy.
Simon:
N-No way! There is no way it will be fine! Please cut me a breeeaaaaak! Boooooooosss...!!
Ray:
And there they go. But, man. Bravo. Bravo. You really put on a good show today, Miles.
Edgeworth:
It's all thanks to you, Mr. Shields. Without your help, she might have gotten away. Not to mention allowing us to continue the investigation...
Ray:
Oh man, cut it out already. You're gonna make me blush.
Edgeworth:
...I never know when you are being serious.
Ray:
Uncle Ray is always serious. So how was it, Miles? How did it feel to be a defense attorney? To save people?
Edgeworth:
(A defense attorney...)
Ray:
But that really took me back. It was just like being next to your old man again. Ha ha, it's been a while since I felt this good.
Edgeworth:
It was... Well... (It's somewhat difficult to say it was a good thing.)
Ray:
C'mon, Miles. Are you sure you don't want to be a defense attorney?
Edgeworth:
........What?
Ray:
You know, pick up where your father left off. Don't you want to save people like he did?
Gumshoe:
What are you talking about, pal? Mr. Edgeworth is a prosecutor!
Ray:
But is it really that unusual for a prosecutor to become a defense attorney these days?
Kay:
"Unusual" isn't the problem here!
Ray:
Hey, don't be so upset. It's normal, you know, normal.
Kay:
It's not...!
Gumshoe:
Normal, pal!
Ray:
Ha ha ha. You'd all make for a powerful defense team.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields... I am a prosecutor.
Ray:
And Uncle Ray is a defense attorney. That's why... ...I'm being serious about this.
Edgeworth:
...!
Ray:
Well, that's just my opinion. Feel free to drop by anytime if you have a change of heart. I'll be waiting for ya.
Edgeworth:
(Follow... in my father's footsteps?)
Edgeworth:
(Me... become a defense attorney?)
Edgeworth:
"I'm going to become a defense attorney, just like my Dad!"
Edgeworth:
(Should I become a defense attorney... ...like my father?)
THE END
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right... I need to reconsider the information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information. I need to think this over one more time.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Courtney:
I'm afraid I cannot accept that piece of evidence. I do not believe it has any relation to my testimony.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (As I expected, she's nothing like Mr. Debeste. However, I won't back down so easily!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Don't you have a problem with that statement just now?
Courtney:
Should I have a problem with it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Exactly. Because there's no problem at all!
Courtney:
In that case, you should have refrained from speaking in the first place.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhooh! (I don't think that left a good impression...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. There is a contradiction in your testimony!
Courtney:
I cannot authorize this statement.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... And why not?
Courtney:
Because it's obvious you're bluffing.
Edgeworth:
Nguuuoooh! (Is that the impression I give off? ...Next time for sure, I will present evidence that will silence her for good!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sirhan Dogen)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Dogen, what do you think of this piece of evidence?
Dogen:
You can ask me all you like, but I have no answers for you. Right, Anubis? Right, boy?
Edgeworth:
Does this mean you do not wish to answer?
Dogen:
If that's how you wish to interpret it, I cannot stop you. Right, Anubis? Right, boy?
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh!
Ray:
Mr. Assassin's been talking to his dog all this time. Well, I guess he's much more fun to talk to than Miles here!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... (So I'm beneath a dog...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sirhan Dogen)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Dogen, there is a contradiction in your testimony!
Dogen:
A contradiction, you say... Anubis, what do you think? Mm-hmm. I see. Anubis says there is no contradiction.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (Are you saying that even a dog could see that!? In that case, I'll make him "nod" with evidence!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Jay Elbird)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Elbird. I'd like you to take a look at this piece of evidence.
Kay:
It looks like Mr. Elbird's busy chasing a fly! He's not listening at all!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... (He doesn't feel like listening...) In that case, I'll make him pay attention with a straight punch!
Kay:
Yeah, let's settle this!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Jay Elbird)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Elbird. Your testimony contradicts this piece of evidence!
Elbird:
Your fists are pathetic! You think you can break my guard with that jab!
Edgeworth:
Nggh! That was supposed to be a hard straight punch...
Kay:
Looks like he dodged it cleanly!
Edgeworth:
I won't miss next time!
Kay:
Let's go for the T.K.O.!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Patricia Roland)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Warden Roland, would you have a look at this piece of evidence?
Roland:
What's this, Mr. Edgeworth? You want my attention so badly?
Edgeworth:
No, I didn't mean...
Roland:
I'll give you as many hugs as you like!
Ray:
Run, Miles! Run!
Edgeworth:
O... K. (It seems that I'm in danger... I should withdraw for now.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Patricia Roland)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Warden Roland. That statement you just made is contradictory.
Roland:
Oh? Is there something strange about it?
Edgeworth:
Yes, this evidence... Nnghooh! (Her glare is terrifying. I'll have to think things over a little more before jumping to conclusions.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Patricia Roland)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Warden Roland, what do you think of this piece of evidence?
Roland:
What do I think... Well, what do you think? Ah, yes, yes, is that it? I think so too!
Edgeworth:
What do you think?
Roland:
It's utterly ridiculous, I wholesomeheartedly agree!
Edgeworth:
Urgh! (It seems I was mistaken...)
Too many penalties
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
The Inherited Turnabout
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Episode 3The Inherited Turnabout
What's for dessert today?
Macaroons and waffles ♬ Light and fluffy chiffon cake!
Happiness for one and all ♪ The sweetest temptations...
There!
Where?
Over there! ♬ Take a peek inside the oven!
*ding*
Look! It's freshly baked desserts! ♬
Let's cook again today!
Ray:
This program sure brings back memories. Gregory... Tomorrow, I'm heading towards that fateful place with your son. To find out the truth of 18 years ago...
April 2, 10:05 AMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Examine evidence
Front side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
Back side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Each Prosecutor's Badge is engraved with the number of its owner on the back. Hmph. Numbers. As if we're not human on the inside like everyone else!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields, isn't it about time you told me what this is all about? Why did you bring me to this museum with you?
Ray:
You're not busy now, are you Miles? I thought it would be nice if we could share the romance of the constellations together.
Edgeworth:
...I beg your pardon, but I would like to leave.
Ray:
Sorry, sorry. It was just a joke. Do you know about the final case your father worked on? The "IS-7 Incident"?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Manfred von Karma showed it to me immediately after I became a prosecutor. I reviewed the case file again last night, after you invited me here. And... while I don't remember it very well, I also had been in attendance at the trial back then. (When I was young... I loved watching my father do battle in the courtroom. During that trial, it was my father, the defense attorney Gregory Edgeworth against... ...my former mentor, Prosecutor Manfred von Karma. And while the trial ended with the defendant being declared guilty...)
Ray:
I see... So you were there too, at Gregory's final trial. In that case, I'll cut to the chase and tell you what you want to know. The truth about the "IS-7 Incident". It happened 18 years ago, during the winter... All the buildings were covered in snow, coating the entire town like a layer of frosting. And it was in this very place, that the incident occurred. This was all before Uncle Ray became a defense attorney...
-- 18 Years Ago --
December 24, 5:00 PMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Examine evidence
Front side of Attorney's Badge
Ray:
The defense attorney's badge is shaped like a sunflower. Does the shape have any special meaning?
Gregory:
Well. A sunflower always points towards the sun, right? From there, it's said to represent "freedom" and "justice".
Ray:
Then, I'll also aim towards becoming a defense attorney, just like a sunflower!
Gregory:
He he... I look forward to it.
Back side of Attorney's Badge
Ray:
The number engraved on the back, is it like the badge's ID number?
Gregory:
Yes. However, the number itself has no special meaning.
Ray:
I'd like to see a badge with matching numbers.
Gregory:
(That... would be a rare sight indeed.)
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth. This request sure was sudden, don't you think?
Gregory:
Indeed. We were contacted immediately after the client was arrested.
Gregory:
My name is Gregory Edgeworth. I am a defense attorney. I brought my assistant, Raymond, with me to meet our client, but...
Ray:
A murder on Christmas Eve! This is just too much!
???:
♪ Ahh... In the darkneeeess... A miraculous meetiiiiiing... ♬ ♬ Welcome one and aaaall to the visitor's roooom! ♪
Ray:
A-Amazning! So this is what meeting a client is like! It all happened so suddenly, I was completely surprised!
Gregory:
(...I'm also surprised.)
???:
A thousand pardons for startling you. I am merely expressing my happiness through song. Welcome one and all... I greatly appreciate you coming.
Gregory:
So you're the client for this case...?
???:
Indeed.
Gregory:
My name is Gregory Edgeworth. I'm a defense attorney. I will be representing you in court. This is my assistant, Raymond Shields.
Ray:
N-Nice to meet you! I... um...! I'll do my best to help you!
Gregory:
Relax, Raymond. ...Please excuse his jitters. He's working part time at my office as an apprentice. I thought I'd let him assist me in this investigation.
???:
So, Mr. Gregory and Raymond, correct? I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.
Gregory:
(My job involves saving my clients from crimes in which they were falsely accused. First, I should determine if he is truly innocent.) First, I would like to know more about you.
???:
Ah, I have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Jeffrey Master.
Ray:
What!? You mean you're... "Master Jeff"!? "The World's Greatest Pastry Chef" Jeff Master the Master Chef...?
Master:
Yes... I am honored that you have heard of me. All my fans call me "Master Jeff".
Ray:
Wowzers! I'm totally star-struck! I can't believe I get to meet Master Jeff!
Gregory:
(Raymond seems to know quite a bit about Mr. Master.)
Ray:
Master Jeff makes fantastic desserts while putting on a song and dance show!
What's for dessert today?
Ray:
Macaroons and waffles ♬ Light and fluffy chiffon cake!
Master:
Happiness for one and all ♪ The sweetest temptations... There!
Ray:
Where?
Master:
Over there! ♬ Take a peek inside the oven!
*ding*
Look! It's freshly baked desserts! ♬
Gregory:
...! (I got caught up in their song myself.)
Ray:
Wahooo! I'm so happy that I got to sing with Master Jeff! It's my dream come true!
Master:
Ho ho... Thank you. I am happy to hear that as well.
Gregory:
...Mr. Master. Raymond. Shall we return to the matter at hand?
Master:
Yes, of course. My sincerest apologies for making you wait. Now, where should we start?
Jeff Master
Gregory:
You are the world's greatest pastry chef, but you are also skilled in song and dance?
Master:
Yes! When I'm having a good time, my body just moves to the rhythm by itself.
Gregory:
You seem to enjoy making desserts from the bottom of your heart.
Master:
Ho ho... If you don't have a good time making desserts, you won't make anything good. Creating desserts that bring happiness to one and all is my purpose in life.
Ray:
Master Jeff's desserts are practically works of art! They sparkle and look so delicious... He's so famous for his dreamlike desserts!
Gregory:
(Bringing happiness to all with his dreamlike desserts, huh?)
About the case
Gregory:
The incident occurred in your estate, is that correct?
Master:
Yes... That's where the "Great Dessert Contest" was being held... It seems that the body was discovered in one of my creations.
Ray:
They found it in one of your desserts!?
Master:
For that reason, I was arrested by the detective in charge of the initial investigation. ...I would never do something as vile as robbing someone of their life. I am certain that the police will also realize that they have made a mistake.
Ray:
R-Really...?
Gregory:
Hmm... Do you know anything about the victim?
Master:
He was a man named... Isaac Dover. He was one of the competitors in the contest. He was a wonderful man who made desserts of the highest beauty. Why did he have to die...?
Gregory:
...I see. (He truly seems to be grieving over the victim's death...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Master:
Thank you very much for accepting my request to serve as my defense attorney.
Gregory:
...The scale engraved on this badge represents "truth" and "fairness". As long as you are innocent, I will see to it that you receive a fair verdict. So please, entrust your faith to me and wait patiently.
Master:
Yes...! Thank you for your assistance.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gregory:
(...I believe I have a sufficient understanding of Mr. Master's personality.) Mr. Master, before I accept your request, there is one final matter I must confirm. You did not kill Mr. Dover. ...Can I take your word for it?
Master:
Yes. That is correct. I did not kill him. No matter what happens, I would never take another person's life.
Gregory:
..... (Those aren't the eyes of a liar.) I understand. I believe you. Thank you very much for taking the time to talk with us.
Master:
The pleasure is all mine. I am grateful to speak with someone other than a detective.
Gregory:
Next, we shall begin our investigation of the crime scene. ...We will report back with our findings once we have finished.
Master:
Mr. Gregory, Raymond. I wish you good luck.
December 24, 6:00 PMContest VenueFountain Patio
Ray:
Whew, it sure is cold outside. I didn't expect it to be snowing this hard.
Gregory:
Indeed. A blizzard like this will probably not clear up for a while.
Ray:
But even so, this mansion is ginormous! So this is what Master Jeff's place is like, huh?
Gregory:
If you're going to hold a contest in your own home, you would need this much space, after all.
???:
♬ La, la, laaa~ Welcome! Thank you for coming! Eek! Oh my! Are you okay? I-I'm so very sorry! Would you happen to be Monsieur Edgeworth?
Gregory:
Yes, I am Gregory Edgeworth.
Ray:
And I'm his assistant, Raymond Shields!
Kate:
Greetings and welcome, Monsieur Edgeworth and Monsieur Shields. Please call me Katherine Hall! I am in charge of the household affairs of this estate, and am also Monsieur Master's assistant.
Ray:
Ahhh! No way! You're the famous "Kate", aren't you?
Kate:
You know of me?
Ray:
Of course I do! I see you on TV all the time! I'm a big fan of "Piece of Cake"!
Kate:
Oh, goodness! I'm glad to hear that you're a fan!
Gregory:
...Tell me, what is this "Piece of Cake"?
Ray:
It's a TV show that's hugely popular with the kids! Master Jeff and Kate sing and dance while they make delicious treats. Just like this!
What's for dessert today?
Ray:
♪ Cookies and caramel ♬ Rich and feathery cream puffs!
Kate:
Let's make it together! ♪ A delectable paradise... Here!
Ray:
There!
Kate:
Everywhere! ♬ ♪ You just open up the oven!
*ding*
♪ Now! It's time for dessert! ♬
Kate:
Oh, Monsieur Shields! That was incredible!
Ray:
He he he! I always practice along with the show.
Gregory:
..... (Maybe I should tell my son about this show.)
Ray:
But man, doing this dance repeatedly sure works up your appetite.
Kate:
Ah! Pardon my inconsideration! I've forgotten to take care of our guests! Please relax and have some tea.
...*clatter, clatter*...
Gregory:
Oh... This is some fine Ceylon tea... I hear the aroma of citrus does wonders for your concentration.
Ray:
I see... So this is what Ceylon tea smells like.
Gregory:
Oh? These saucers are chilled.
Kate:
Yes. They help cool the tea more quickly for people who are bad with hot beverages.
Gregory:
I see... These tea cups also have a wonderful design.
Kate:
Oh, thank you very much! They are one of the few pride and joys of our estate, ordered directly from France! They were made by the famed sculptor Pierre Hoquet. They are my absolute favorite articles of tableware.
Gregory:
...You seem to greatly appreciate this man's works.
Kate:
Yes! They are like treasures to me.
Gregory:
(She appears to be very honest about what she likes.) Thank you, Ms. Hall, but it's time for us to move on to business. Are there any details that you can give us about the incident?
Kate:
Ah... You're right. I sometimes get so distracted welcoming guests that I forget myself. To tell the truth, I was the one who discovered Monsieur Dover's body.
Gregory:
So you were the first one to discover the body? It is true that the body was discovered in one of Mr. Master's desserts?
Kate:
Yes... It was during the judging of the Great Dessert Contest. I heard the sound of something breaking from Monsieur Master's room.
Kate:
...Monsieur Master? Are you in here? Eek...!
Kate:
When I looked inside the room, I saw Monsieur Dover's body inside the treasure chest...
Gregory:
...Thank you very much. I'm sorry to have made you recall such painful memories.
Kate:
No... I should be the one apologizing for not being much help.
Gregory:
Now then, I believe it's time for us to start investigating the crime scene.
Kate:
Monsieur Edgeworth, Monsieur Shields. Please find some way to save Monsieur Master. Monsieur Master is not someone who could commit murder!
Gregory:
...Yes. Of course.
Ray:
Just leave it to us!
Kate:
Then I shall entrust it to you. If you'll excuse me, I have to continue serving tea to the other inspectors.
Gregory:
Raymond, let's head to the crime scene.
Ray:
Yes, sir! Mr. Edgeworth!
December 24, 6:30 PMContest VenueMaster's Room
Ray:
Wow! This whole thing is made of chocolate! I can't believe I'm actually seeing Master Jeff's desserts up close!
Gregory:
Were this not the scene of a murder, I admit, I too would have delighted in this occasion.
Ray:
Uuugh... Now that you've reminded me it's a murder scene, I'm getting shivers down my spine.
Gregory:
...Perhaps it's because this room is cold to begin with?
Ray:
Now that you mention it, this room really is cold. *A-ACHOO*
???:
...Never expected the defense attorney to show up so early.
Gregory:
Pleased to meet you. I'm Jeff Master's defense attorney, Gregory Edgeworth. This is my assistant, Raymond.
Ray:
How do you do!
Badd:
...Detective Tyrell Badd. Homicide.
Ray:
Mr. Badd, the detective in charge of this case... A man of few words... Mmm... Tastes kinda bitter...
Badd:
He ate... the paper...!
Gregory:
He likes to digest his memos in his stomach as well as in his mind... It's just a strange habit of his. Please don't be too concerned. (It would probably be too much to ask him not to be concerned at all...) More importantly... Detective Badd. Will you give us permission to participate in the investigation?
Badd:
...Permission denied.
Ray:
Wh-Why!? Mr. Edgeworth is Master Jeff's defense attorney!
Badd:
Defense attorneys... plant false evidence... to try and get their "Not Guilty" verdict. I don't want... their kind to disturb the crime scene...
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth would never use false evidence to defend his client!
Badd:
Heh... I can't trust that, coming from a defense attorney...
Gregory:
Do the police still suspect Mr. Master, even after the investigation?
Badd:
.....If we didn't, we wouldn't have arrested him...
Gregory:
I believe that Mr. Master is innocent. That's why I have come to investigate.
Badd:
Believing in his innocence... without investigating the crime scene... How naïve...
Gregory:
...That's why I would like your permission to investigate. By investigating the crime scene, I want to ascertain if my thinking was naïve or not.
Badd:
...Hmph. ...So you don't intend to leave until you've investigated the crime scene...?
Gregory:
Yes.
Badd:
...Tch... Fine then... I will give you permission to investigate the crime scene.
Gregory:
! Thank you.
Badd:
But, I'll be accompanying you. ...I can't trust you defense attorneys, after all! ...If you understand that, you... can begin your investigation.
Ray:
That's... a lollipop?
Gregory:
(...I'm a little surprised myself.) Alright, let's begin the investigation. Raymond, be sure to take notes on the case.
Ray:
Leave it to me, Mr. Edgeworth!
Badd:
Just... begin already...
Begin Investigation
Contest VenueMaster's Room
Logic
"Breaking sound" and "Broken stand"
Gregory:
Due to the broken stand, the ship lost its balance... It would seem Ms. Hall entered the room upon hearing the ship collapse.
Badd:
Yeah... When Ms. Hall entered the room, the ship had already fallen over...
Gregory:
At any rate, I wonder why the stand broke (Why the stand broke? - The ship fell over because the stand broke. Why did it break?)?
Badd:
...Maybe there was something wrong with the ship's balance in the first place...
Gregory:
(Is that really true...?)
"Why the stand broke?" and "Tampered desserts"
Gregory:
Each of Mr. Master's works had a piece that was missing. Add to that the fact that the ship's chocolate stand was broken... I think we can surmise that someone ransacked this room.
Ray:
And, the one who did it could be the true culprit!
Gregory:
...That I don't know. But I think it's safe to say that the ship stand got broken when the room was ransacked. (And, when the ship fell over it broke the treasure chest lid... I expect that the lid of the treasure chest was originally closed.)
Partner
Badd:
...What?
Notice anything?
Badd:
Your way of investigating is... to soft. An investigation is like a popsicle... Walk around the crime scene... and investigate. ...Talk with... the people involved. If you do that... little by little, you'll lick it down to its core... And the truth will be written... on the end of the popsicle stick.
Gregory:
...I pray that it doesn't say, "The truth was lost for all eternity."
The crime scene (after examining outline and broken stand)
Gregory:
Is it safe to assume that the state of the crime scene has been preserved?
Badd:
Crime scene preservation... Is the most important rule of an investigation. The body has been recovered, but... besides that... it's been left untouched...
Gregory:
If possible, could you tell me about the condition of the body in more detail?
Badd:
Ms. Hall... took a photo of it. ...Be content with that, defense attorney.
Gregory:
(Does this detective have a grudge against defense attorneys? I guess I have no choice but to investigate the contradictions of the crime scene myself...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Badd:
...Working with defense attorneys... isn't worth it... They go through the crime scene as they please... and interpret their findings to their favor.
Gregory:
Do you also feel that way about me?
Badd:
...Hmm.
Gregory:
(...He didn't confirm or deny it.)
Signet Crest
Badd:
...It's a strange seal. If this were a stamp, it would imprint "PH"...
Gregory:
Perhaps it's meant to be seen as it is. In that case, it would read "H9"...
Badd:
Hits... Nine hits... An explosive batter... No, that's not it...
Gregory:
(Does Detective Badd like baseball...?)
Crime Scene Notes
Badd:
There are several... puzzling points... in this case...
Gregory:
I would like a little more information on the state of the crime scene.
Badd:
You have... your own two feet. Why don't you go investigate yourself... That's how... a detective does things...
Gregory:
We may be in different positions, but we both want to know the truth of this case. Wouldn't it be better if you cooperated a bit more?
Badd:
.....
Gregory:
(He's fallen silent as a stone. A rather large stone. ...Is that also how a detective does things?)
Frame Fingermarks
Badd:
It seems the culprit... prepared gloves in advance... That's why only fingermarks... and no fingerprints were left behind...
Gregory:
Could you get any information from the size of the fingers?
Badd:
...That would be difficult. In other words... this evidence is meaningless.
Gregory:
It's a bit early to decide that. This could also become a clue. It tells us, the culprit "did not leave fingerprints."
Badd:
Hmph... You always have a comeback. It's because you're a defense attorney...
Gregory:
Heh... I'll take that as a compliment.
Anything else
Gregory:
I would like to ask your opinion about this piece of evidence.
Badd:
...I refuse... I hate... pointless chatter...
Gregory:
(I guess he's not interested in things that he doesn't think are related to the case.)
Sitting forensics
Gregory:
What are you investigating?
Forensics:
Sir! I'm checking the temperature of the stream!
Badd:
...What have you learned?
Forensics:
Sir! This stream... has warm water! The stream is connected to the fountain in the patio, and runs through every room.
Gregory:
It's an unusual construction for a room.
Badd:
The minds of the rich... I'll never understand.
Forensics
Badd:
...What about over here? Was there nothing suspicious in the cupboard?
Forensics:
No, sir!
Badd:
...So there was something?
Forensics:
Oh, uh... No. Only things like cooking burners and tableware were placed here!
Badd:
...I see. Defense attorney, was there nothing that you noticed?
Gregory:
No.
Badd:
...So you did notice something?
Gregory:
Oh, no... I didn't notice anything.
Badd:
...Everyone's always giving replies that are difficult to understand...
Gregory:
(I think it's your way of asking that's bad...)
Sailing equipments
Gregory:
It appears to be a display of sailing equipment.
Badd:
There's also the possibility... that one of these is the murder weapon...
Gregory:
No... It looks like these pieces were all made out of chocolate. You can't beat someone to death with these.
Badd:
Tch...! Misleading...
Gregory:
(At any rate, they all have such good workmanship that they look just like the real thing. It really speaks about the level of skill Mr. Master has in his craft.)
Ship
Gregory:
So this was where the body was discovered?
Badd:
Yeah... The body has been removed... but otherwise... the crime scene has remained untouched.
Before deducing
Gregory:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Gregory:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Ship
Gregory:
To build such a large ship out of chocolate is magnificent.
Ray:
As expected of Master Jeff! I want to try eating it... Although I have no idea where to start eating it from...
Badd:
Anywhere should be fine, but if you start eating the crime scene... I'll make you leave...
Ray:
Uwaah! Don't glare at me! Can't you tell it was a joke?
Gregory:
(...I'd like Raymond to be just a little bit calmer.)
Outline
Gregory:
It seems that the body was discovered inside this chocolate treasure chest.
Badd:
...The person who discovered it was Ms. Hall...
Kate:
...Monsieur Master? Are you in here? Eek...!
Badd:
She heard the sound of something breaking (Breaking sound - What was the sound that came from Mr. Master's room?)... inside this room... and came in.
Gregory:
(...I would like a little more information about this.) Hm. What's this? Something has been dropped inside the treasure chest. Hm. This is...? It seems to be some kind of seal, with a design and initials carved into it.
Ray:
It looks like a signet crest. Was it the victim's?
Badd:
...I don't know if it was the victim's, but we should take it for now...
Signet Crest added to the Court Record.
Broken stand
Gregory:
It seems that the stand supporting the ship has been broken (Broken stand - The stand that supported the ship was broken and caused the ship to tip over.).
Ray:
The ship tipped over and broke the treasure chest, didn't it? Ah! M-Maybe! Could the victim have been crushed by the ship and killed?
Gregory:
...If that were the case, this would have been an accidental death.
Badd:
...You two... aren't serious about that, right?
Gregory:
Well. We were only discussing one of the possibilities.
Ray:
...I was being pretty serious though.
Sign
Gregory:
"The Voyage of the Good Ship Red Rum" is written here...
Badd:
"It sailed... the Seven Seas and in the end finally found... a huge treasure. Modeled after... the glory of an ancient adventurer." ...It's written here...
Gregory:
So he failed six times... What an unlucky captain.
Badd:
...No matter how many times he went on a fool's errand... In the end he reached the truth... ...It's just like... a detective's spirit...!
Gregory:
(Did detectives even exist... during the ancient times?)
(Examining outline and broken stand leads to:)
Gregory:
Detective Badd. I would like you to tell me about the state of the victim.
Badd:
If you mean a photo of the body... Here. Look at it... all you like. It seems the victim... was beaten to death (Beaten to death - The victim appears to have been beaten to death with a blunt object.) with a blunt object.
Gregory:
Has the murder weapon been found?
Badd:
...You... should try asking the prosecutor in charge later...
Gregory:
(...It seems he doesn't intend to tell me frankly.) So... May I borrow this photograph?
Badd:
Sure... It's not a photo that was taken by the police... Ms. Hall took a photo of the body with an instant camera when she discovered it.
Ray:
An instant camera... Is that like a disposable camera?
Gregory:
An instant camera is a camera that can develop its film right after taking a picture.
Ray:
Eh! Such a convenient camera exists!?
Gregory:
(Anyway, let's go over the state of the crime scene a bit. This photo... upon closer examination, contradicts the state of the crime scene. I'll have to deduce the contradiction to resolve this matter.)
Crime Scene Notes added to the Court Record.
Deduce
Gregory:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce missing chocolate piece on the bottom of the chest and present Crime Scene Notes
Gregory:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Are you sure the only thing the police removed from the crime scene was the body?"
Otherwise
Gregory:
Eureka!
Gregory:
This part is contradictory... It contradicts this piece of evidence!
Badd:
This ship is "confectionery"... How sweet. Otherwise... we could board the ship... and sail down the chocolate river.
Gregory:
(What an unpleasant dismissal... Let's calm down, and inspect the crime scene once more. It feels like something that was here before isn't anymore...)
Gregory:
Are you sure the only thing the police removed from the crime scene was the body?
Badd:
Ah... They also took away the piece of cloth the body was wrapped in.
Gregory:
In that case, a major "contradiction" has been created at the crime scene.
Badd:
Contradiction...?
Gregory:
Detective Badd. Please look at the crime scene carefully once more. The bloodstain that should have remained at the crime scene has disappeared!
Badd:
...! I definitely... didn't get any reports about the bloodstain being cleaned up... I'll check... with forensics.
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth. What happened?
Gregory:
Comparing the photo and the crime scene, something struck me as being out of place. In the photo, the chocolate underneath the body remained intact inside the treasure chest. ...however, in the actual crime scene, it's missing.
Ray:
! The chocolate with the bloodstain has completely vanished.
Gregory:
Yes. Did the police remove it, or was this the work of the criminal...?
Badd:
According to forensics... no one has cleaned upo any bloodstains...
Gregory:
...I see. Well, that would mean someone erased the bloodstain.
Badd:
...Who knows...
Crime Scene Notes updated in the Court Record.
Raymond Shields
Ray:
This is an actual crime scene! I'm so excited!
Gregory:
This isn't a game, Raymond. Please be more serious.
Ray:
Yes, sir! I'm taking a memo right now!
Gregory:
Oh... What exactly are you writing?
Ray:
I'm copying down this dessert recipe over here!
Gregory:
...Raymond. Please be more serious.
Ray:
Yes, sir...
Red chef
Gregory:
Excuse me, but you are...?
???:
..... Nnph. My apologies. I was meditating. What did you ask, Sir Detective?
Gregory:
Actually, I'm a defense attorney. My name is Gregory Edgeworth.
Ray:
I'm his assistant, Raymond!
Gustavia:
Pardon my late introduction. My name is Dane Gustavia. I am one of the pastry chefs participating in this contest.
Ray:
What kind of desserts do you make, Mr. Gustavia?
Gustavia:
...My specialty is making desserts out of candy.
Ray:
Awww! What a cute seahorse!
Gustavia:
It was meant to be a "dragon" dancing in the sky...
Ray:
Eh! Th-This is a "dragon"...?
Gregory:
(I think it would fit better in the ocean than in the sky...)
Gustavia:
I know all too well that design is my weak point! ...I plan to study design and undergo training in Zheng Fa once things settle down here.
Gregory:
(I probably shouldn't touch the subject of design any further.) Mr. Gustavia, if you aren't related to the investigation, why are you in this room...?
Gustavia:
Sir Detective wanted to know more about the desserts in this room, so he asked me to come.
Gregory:
(Since he's one of the contestants, he might know something...)
Dane Gustavia
Gregory:
Mr. Gustavia, those instruments you use are quite unusual.
Gustavia:
These instruments are called "candy pumps", and they pump air into the candy.
Ray:
They kinda look like swords. They're so cool!
Gustavia:
Indeed. Ever since I began using them, no day has gone by where I didn't receive a burn or wound! That's why I wear red clothes! So that not a single stain will ever show on me! Making desserts is serious business... I am always training!
Gregory:
(...Does he injure himself because he hasn't trained enough?)
The contest
Gregory:
Can you tell me about the Great Dessert Contest that was held here? From the looks of this room, it seems the desserts weren't just for eating.
Gustavia:
The exhibition Sir Master held was a "contest in the art of dessert."
Ray:
The art of... dessert?
Gustavia:
"Desserts that are true works of art," made solely out of edible materials! The works of art in this room are all made from desserts.
Ray:
Now that you mention it, the whole room is filled with the smell of chocolate.
Gustavia:
Sir Master exhibits great talent in both flavor and design. If you are not able to surpass Sir Master in flavor and design, you will not be able to win.
Ray:
Beating the world's greatest pastry chef is pretty hard, isn't it...?
Gustavia:
...In other words, if I can surpass Sir Master, I shall become the world's greatest pastry chef. That was the prize of this contest!
Gregory:
The prize is the "Title of the World's Greatest"...?
Gustavia:
In addition to that, there is also Sir Master's treasured "Angel's Recipe". If you want to learn more about the contest, just look at this piece of paper. These were the rules that were given to the participants of the contest.
Contest Rules added to the Court Record.
About the case
Gregory:
Is it safe to assume that the state of the crime scene has been preserved?
Gustavia:
Sorry, but I do not know much about the incident. I only learned about the incident after the judging had finished.
Gregory:
How was the contest judging carried out?
Gustavia:
Let's see... Sir Master started judging at 3 PM. Starting from my room, the judging proceeded in a clockwise direction. I used the room to the right of Sir Master's room, which is the room we're in now. Next, the room of a female pastry chef named Delicia was judged.
Gregory:
A female pastry chef... What kind of person is she?
Gustavia:
...She is a frightening woman who would do anything to achieve her goal. I heard she used lots of cream to make a fantasy-themed dessert. ...And lastly, Sir Dover's room was judged. His works were frozen statues made from sherbet.
Badd:
Hall discovered the body... in the middle of... Gustavia's judging. She panicked... and because she immediately notified the police... Master... continued judging... without knowledge that the body has been discovered. As a result, Master... judged Dover's room... in Dover's absence. Hmph... It seems we have plenty of room to suspect Master...
Gregory:
(...I'm lacking in information. It's probably too early to object.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Gustavia:
...That badge has a rather artistic design. My craftman's spirit is shaking! Mind if I borrow it for a while?
Gregory:
S-Sorry... This is rather important to me. (It would be unbearable if it got hurt in the candy making process...)
Contest Rules
Gustavia:
The title of "World's Greatest Pastry Chef"... I intend to achieve it through this contest. Afterwards, if I am able to master my design training in Zheng Fa... I shall be recognized as a first-class pastry chef in both cooking and design!
Gregory:
(...I would think the order would be reversed.)
Anything else
Gustavia:
.....Nnph. My apologies. I was meditating. What did you ask, Sir Detective?
Gregory:
I'm a defense attorney. And about this piece of evidence...
Gustavia:
.....
Gregory:
(M-Meditating again...? I guess if it doesn't catch his interest greatly, he won't even give it a glance.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gregory:
By the way, Detective Badd. What were you talking to Mr. Gustavia earlier?
Badd:
I was asking him about... the chocolate frame hanging on that wall... I thought... something was missing... I thought... if I asked someone who knew a lot about desserts... I could get an answer. ...Although thanks to your arrival, I still haven't gotten my answer yet...
Gregory:
Well then, since you've been waiting for so long, we can ask him about it, right now.
Badd:
...I guess you don't understand sarcasm...
Gregory:
Mr. Gustavia, can you assist us with this matter?
Gustavia:
I train in the arts of desserts everyday. If you have a question about desserts, please do not hesitate to ask.
Gregory:
Thank you very much.
Frame (after clearing all "Talk" options of Gustavia)
Before examining frame and handprint
Gregory:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining frame and handprint
Gregory:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Frame
Ray:
You can make such a beautiful picture out of chocolate!? As expected of Master Jeff!
Gregory:
...Is this really chocolate? It looks like an actual picture to me.
Gustavia:
Impressive, Sir Attorney! You noticed well. This picture of an angel is not a dessert, but rather the "Angel's Recipe".
Gregory:
The "Angel's Recipe"... The prize for the contest.
Ray:
Ehh!? This picture isn't made of chocolate!?
Gustavia:
Indeed. Within this chocolate frame lies a recipe book. Sir Master told everyone when he explained the rules of the contest to us in this room.
Gregory:
(So the contestants knew the recipe was here.)
Badd:
How about it...? This frame... Don't you think it's missing something...?
Gregory:
(This must be what Detective Badd was asking Mr. Gustavia about earlier.) This chocolate frame, there does seem to be a part that's missing.
Badd:
That's... what's been bothering me as well...
Ray:
Eh? ...What's missing?
Gregory:
(Let me show Raymond the part of the chocolate frame that's missing.)
Present missing chocolate leaf
Gregory:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Look closely at this part with the decorations. Can you see that one of them is missing?"
Present anything else
Gregory:
Take that!
Gregory:
Raymond. Don't you think there is something missing here?
Ray:
...Sorry. I don't know much about art. I thought this was one of those "artistic expressions" though.
Gregory:
(...My glasses slipped, and I pointed to the wrong spot.)
Ray:
Um... There's something missing from the chocolate frame, right?
Gregory:
That's right. Even if you don't know the first thing about art, you should understand this.
Leads back to:
"(Let me show Raymond the part of the chocolate frame that's missing.)"
Gregory:
Look closely at this part with the decorations. Can you see that one of them is missing?
Ray:
It's true! It's different from the other decorations.
Gustavia:
Hm... This imperfect balance in the decorations is not like Sir Master.
Badd:
...Upon closer examination, it seems this frame is not the only one with missing parts. ...We need to investigate further.
Badd:
All the desserts in this room each have one part missing...
Ray:
Whoa... The candle holder and the sailing tools are all damaged as well! So someone tampered with the crime scene (Tampered desserts - The desserts Mr. Master made were damaged in several places.)?
Gregory:
...Perhaps.
Badd:
Maybe... Master vandalized the room himself to fool us...
Ray:
Master Jeff wouldn't do that sort of thing to his desserts!
Gregory:
(Tampered desserts... I wonder if they are connected to the incident?)
Frame (subsequent times)
Gustavia:
This picture of an angel is not a dessert, but rather the "Angel's Recipe".
Gregory:
The "Angel's Recipe"... The prize for the contest.
Gustavia:
Indeed. Within this chocolate frame lies a recipe book. Sir Master told everyone when he explained the rules of the contest to us in this room.
Gregory:
(So the contestants knew the recipe was here.)
Handprint
Gregory:
...These fingermarks are?
Badd:
These are... unidentified fingermarks. ...We don't know who they belong to. Since... no fingerprints were left behind...
Gregory:
(Fingermarks without fingerprints... These might be related to the case.)
Frame Fingermarks added to the Court Record.
Ray:
Hmmm. It's a mystery!
Badd:
He was probably wearing gloves...
Ray:
Ugh... Detective Badd lacks dreams and romance.
Gregory:
(I don't think there are dreams or romance at a murder scene...)
Sign on frame
Gregory:
It seems the title of this work is written here.
Ray:
"Angel Caught by Thorns"... It's an enchanting dessert, isn't it! It feels like my heart has also been caught...!
Gustavia:
Quite...! It seems Sir Assistant has a sense of beauty. Speaking of which, I too have had my heart caught by this dessert.
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth! Mr. Gustavia praised me!
Gregory:
Raymond... That's not the sort of thing you'd want to blow your own "thorn" about.
Gustavia:
Hmph...! Sir Defense Attorney, it seems your sense of words is lacking.
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth made a joke! I'd better make a memo about this!
Gregory:
(...Exactly which part of what I said was a joke?)
Book
Badd:
The Captain's log... of a chocolate ship... which is also made out of chocolate... It seems its title is... "Journal of Regret"...
Gregory:
"Running out of rum while drifting at the Red Sea has really made me red with regret..." it reads. I don't know what kind of voyage it was, but it doesn't seem very regretful.
Candle holder
Badd:
A dessert... in the shape of a candle holder... huh... It's titled... "Light of Life"...
Gregory:
(It seems that... one of these important lights isn't lit. Is it symbolic, or...?)
Fire alarm
Gregory:
This is a fire alarm.
Badd:
Ah... Let me say in advance... That's not a dessert... It's the real deal. If you press that... an alarm will sound, and security will be contacted... I understand that you want to press it to see what happens... but please refrain yourself...
Gregory:
No, I didn't particularly feel like pressing it.
Badd:
...Tch! It's because you're a defense attorney...
Gregory:
(I don't think being a defense attorney has anything to do with it...)
(Examining frame and handprint leads to:)
Ray:
A... A... Achoo!
Gregory:
Are you alright, Raymond?
Ray:
Ugh... This room is way too cold!
Gregory:
The Fountain Patio wasn't very warm, either... This room certainly is cold. Do you want to wear my coat?
Ray:
Nope! I'm fine! Because that's something that you promised to give me when I become a defense attorney!
Gregory:
Heh... That's right.
Badd:
...Why is the temperature turned down so low...?
Gustavia:
It's been turned down in order to maintain the chocolate's temperature. ...Why don't you try opening the panel cover on that wall?
Badd:
Panel cover...?
Ray:
Whoa! There's a secret panel hidden there!
Gustavia:
This control panel is installed in all the rooms Sir Master prepared. So as not to detract from the dessert's presentation, the cover was closed to conceal it.
Gregory:
What does the panel do?
Gustavia:
It allows you to change the temperature and the lighting in the room. In order to preserve any type of dessert, it can go down to about -22℉.
Gregory:
...The room would be like a freezer.
Ray:
It's set to 59℉! No wonder I thought it was cold. Detective Badd. I'm not allowed to change the temperature... Am I?
Badd:
Preserving the crime scene... is the foundation of being a detective...!
Ray:
But, I'm not a detective...
Gregory:
A defense attorney can't recklessly damage a crime scene either.
Gustavia:
Indeed, Sir Assistant. Enduring hardship is also a part of training. In order to preserve chocolate, 59℉ to 64℉ is the ideal temperature.
Badd:
Hm... The ideal temperature for chocolate. As expected of the dessert chef...
Gustavia:
No, it is but a trifle. This is basic knowledge that anyone should know if they're a dessert chef.
Badd:
...So, what's the ideal temperature for candy and fresh cream?
Gustavia:
As long as you watch out for humidity and hot temperatures, candy shouldn't melt. For fresh cream, around 50℉ is the ideal temperature.
Badd:
...You need to watch out for the humidity and hot temperatures for candy... I see...
Ray:
Detective Badd. He seemed a bit happy when they were talking about candy.
Gregory:
(Is candy one of his favorite things...?)
Control panel
Gregory:
It seems this control panel can change the temperature and the color of the lights in this room.
Ray:
The colors are red, yellow, green, blue, cyan, and white... That sure is a lot.
Badd:
This room's temperature is 59℉... And the lights are set to white.
Gustavia:
It's because the works in this room are made of chocolate. By using white light, the chocolate can stand out.
Gregory:
(For Mr. Master, everything in this room is probably a piece of art.)
Counter
Gregory:
Elegant tableware and cookware are placed on the counter. It looks like the same tea set Ms. Hall was using earlier.
Ray:
Was Master Jeff drinking this black tea?
Badd:
On this tea set... only Jeff Master's fingerprints were found.
Gregory:
Were his fingerprints found on any of the other cookware?
Badd:
The cookware was washed... Nobody's fingerprints... remained.
Gregory:
(Or he might have been cooking with gloves on... It seems the only thing here with his fingerprints is the tea set.)
Jeff's Teapot added to the Court Record.
Gloves
Badd:
Master... used these gloves while making his desserts... They hid his fingerprints...
Gregory:
Certainly, it's possible that they were used for that purpose... But wouldn't you agree that finding cooking gloves in the kitchen is perfectly natural?
Badd:
Doubt everything... That's my job...
Examine evidence
Vessel of Jeff's Teapot
Gregory:
Hm... This is a rather splendid design.
Ray:
...You think so? It seems a little eccentric to me... I'm not even sure how you'd pour tea out of it.
Gregory:
Rather than the practicality of the design, focus on its artistic merits.
Ray:
Hmm. Mr. Edgeworth's art sense is too high for me to understand!
Bottom side of Jeff's Teapot
Ray:
There's an engraving on the bottom! It says "PH".
Gregory:
It's the initials of the creator, "Pierre Hoquet". Ms. Hall and Mr. Master seem to be big fans of this sculptor's works.
Ray:
Initials, huh... If it were mine, it'd be "RS"!
Gregory:
...Why don't you try carving your initials on your own belongings?
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining handprint and counter, talking to sitting forensics, and deducing missing chocolate piece leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Gregory:
It seems our investigation of this room is just about over.
Crime Scene Notes updated in the Court Record.
Badd:
This should make it clear... Jeff Master is the culprit.
Ray:
! Wh-Why!?
Badd:
All the rooms in this mansion... were locked from the inside. And... the only way to open them from the outside, was to use this key to the mansion...
Gregory:
...Do you know who had the key?
Badd:
Master... was the only one with the key. ...There were no spare keys.
Mansion Key added to the Court Record.
Badd:
By using the mansion key... Master... could enter all the contestants' rooms. Of course... the key could also lock his room from the outside...
Gregory:
However, Mr. Master's room is currently unlocked.
Badd:
Yeah... That's why I suspect Master is the culprit...
Gregory:
...I'd like to hear your reasoning in more detail.
-- Why I Suspect Jeff Master --
Badd:
If the body had been found in a locked room... Master would've been the prime suspect.
That's why Master made sure to leave the door to his own room unlocked...
And to ensure that the body would be seen... Master broke the lid on the treasure chest.
After the judging... everyone was scheduled to meet in Master's room...
That would have created the impression... that the murder had occurred... while he was away.
Badd:
Contrary to his expectations... the body was discovered by Ms. Hall... ...That's my reason for suspecting Master. Got that, Ace Attorney?
Gregory:
...So you also think it was Mr. Master himself who vandalized this room?
Badd:
Yeah... You defense attorneys believe that justice lies in trusting your clients... But I'm a detective. If I believed every poor sap's story... I'd let the suspicious ones get away...
Gregory:
...I understand your reasoning thoroughly. However... I'd like you to hear my thoughts on the subjects now.
Badd:
...Hmph. Fine.
Gregory:
(Detective Badd believes that he is right, but I won't give up so easily. I can't accept his reasoning... I'll have to show him evidence that contradicts it!)
Rebuttal
-- Why I Suspect Jeff Master --
Badd:
If the body had been found in a locked room... Master would've been the prime suspect.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
Isn't it a little premature to suspect Mr. Master on those grounds alone?
Badd:
It's a little premature... for you to be objecting...! ...Just wait... until I'm done...
Badd:
That's why Master made sure to leave the door to his own room unlocked...
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
He left it unlocked?
Badd:
If the door had been locked... Master would be the only one who could commit the crime...
Ray:
Well... maybe the door just happened to be unlocked?
Badd:
Then... maybe the body just happened to be lying in the open, waiting to be discovered... ...Runt... Do you think you can become a good detective with logic like that?
Ray:
Uugh... But, I don't wanna be a detective, I wanna be a defense attorney.
Gregory:
(...I hope he isn't trying to steal my apprentice.)
Badd:
Master had... a reason... to leave the door unlocked.
Badd:
And to ensure that the body would be seen... Master broke the lid on the treasure chest.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
You believe the broken lid was Mr. Master's doing?
Badd:
Yes... If he hadn't done that, the body... wouldn't have been found.
Gregory:
...It doesn't seem likely that he would break his own work while he was judging the contest.
Ray:
That's right! Master Jeff would never waste a good dessert! On "Piece of Cake", he even eats them while dancing!
Badd:
That TV show is irrelevant here...
Gregory:
! Detective Badd, you know about "Piece of Cake"? (When I didn't even know of it!)
Ray:
Whaaat! This is a surprise! So... do you sing the song too?
Hold it!
Badd:
...That's... irrelevant. Anyway... The one who broke the lid on the treasure chest was Master...
Present Crime Scene Notes
Gregory:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Originally, the victim's body was hidden inside the chocolate treasure chest."
Badd:
After the judging... everyone was scheduled to meet in Master's room...
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
The judging began in Mr. Gustavia's room, right?
Badd:
Yeah... I, too, was looking forward to seeing his candy craft.
Gustavia:
...Mm? If you would like, I can put on a display of my candy craft for you right now! ...What do you think? It represents Sir Detective!
Ray:
Umm... Is that supposed to be a police dog?
Gustavia:
No, no, no...! This is a wolf!
Badd:
Hmm... a lone wolf... .....Not bad.
Gregory:
(...What would my candy form be? I'm kind of curious myself.)
Badd:
...Moving on...
Badd:
That would have created the impression... that the murder had occurred... while he was away.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
Do you know the time of the murder?
Badd:
...We're still... waiting on... the autopsy report...
Gregory:
Without the autopsy report, how could you have arrested Mr. Master?
Badd:
...We don't know the time of death... but we do know... when the body was discovered. It was discovered... while Master was judging Dane Gustavia's room. I believe... he let the body be discovered... to create an alibi.
Gregory:
But that alone is not enough to arrest Mr. Master, right?
Badd:
...Who knows. That's all... I intend to say.
Gregory:
(Detective Badd, are you hiding something...?)
Gregory:
Detective Badd seems adamant that Mr. Master is the culprit.
Ray:
I don't think Master Jeff would have broken his own creations! But... why was the treasure chest broken then?
Gregory:
Hmm... Just think back to the situation in which the body was found. In doing so, we should be able to see the contradiction in Badd's reasoning.
Gregory:
Originally, the victim's body was hidden inside the chocolate treasure chest. Ms. Hall entered the room when she heard a sound. I think it is likely that this was the sound of the chocolate ship falling over.
Badd:
Yeah... That's what you would think... just by looking at the crime scene...
Gregory:
You said that Mr. Master broke the treasure chest lid himself... ...but, this photo shows that the ship's fall caused the lid to break.
Badd:
.....
Gregory:
If the lid broke just before Ms. Hall found the body... ...then Mr. Master, who was in the middle of judging, could not have broken it!
Hold it!
Badd:
I... never said that Master broke the lid directly... The ship was set up to fall during the judging... I believe he tampered with the stand.
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
Do you have proof he tampered with it?
Badd:
No... but the investigation isn't completely over yet...
Gregory:
(It seems they still haven't found anything conclusive...) Have you found any other fingerprints, other than Mr. Master's, in this room?
Badd:
...Yeah. There were some left on the floor.
Gregory:
!
Badd:
But... the victim, Dover, and Master were also among the fingerprints left behind.
Gustavia:
Before we made our desserts, we all gathered here to have the judging explained to us. Perhaps that was when we left those fingerprints?
Gregory:
...But, you didn't find any fingerprints on the works in this room?
Badd:
...What...?
Gregory:
Someone tampered with the chocolate in this room. So perhaps there are other fingerprints on it, apart from Mr. Master's.
Badd:
...Hmph. No matter what we find, it won't clear Master of suspicion...
Badd:
.....Labbie! Hurry up and dust the chocolate for fingerprints!
Forensics:
Roger that, sir!
Forensics:
Detective Badd! We found another person's fingerprints... on all the chocolates in the room!
Badd:
.....! Whose... fingerprints...?
Forensics:
They belong to a pastry chef by the name of Delicia!
Badd:
...Good work... Return to the investigation.
Forensics:
Yes, sir!
Gregory:
It would seem that there are other suspicious people besides Mr. Master, after all.
Badd:
...Hmph. I don't need a defense attorney to tell me that... I'm not stopping my investigation... We will just... go and listen to what this Delicia has to say.
Gregory:
(Delicia... Gustavia told us about her not long ago. Is she really a "frightening woman who would do anything to achieve her goal"?)
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth, this Delicia lady sounds mighty suspicious to me!
Gregory:
Mmm. It seems that it will be necessary for us to speak with her directly, as well. Detective Badd. Would you allow us to accompany you?
Badd:
...I'm not obligated to do that.
Ray:
What...!?
Badd:
But... you were the one who discovered the truth of the crime scene... Fine, have it your way. Follow me...
Gregory:
Detective Badd...! Thank you.
Forensics:
D-Detective Badd, sir! Are you sure about that? Right now, that prosecutor is in the room...!
Badd:
...Doesn't matter. Him and I... don't see eye to eye.
Ray:
"Him"...? Who's the prosecutor in charge of this case anyway?
Badd:
...Manfred von Karma...
Ray:
WHAAAAAA! Von Karma is in charge!? That guy hasn't lost a case in 25 years...
Gregory:
(Manfred von Karma... The "living legend" of the prosecutor's office...? If the rumors of his courtroom performance are to be believed... ...he's a man who would do anything for a guilty verdict. ...No matter what kind of prosecutor he is, I can only hold true to the path I believe in.)
To be continued.
December 24, 7:30 PMContest VenueDelicia's Room
Ray:
Wow! A candy castle! And there are even some fairies over there!
Badd:
This room... seems to be structured in the same way as Master's room...
Ray:
But it's nowhere near as cold!
Badd:
This room... also seems to have been fitted with a temperature control panel...
Ray:
Ah, it's over by that that orange lamp, right!?
Gregory:
Indeed. Let's not forget to investigate it later. (Even so... this room is like something out of a fairy tale. Is this cream-covered castle Delicia's work?)
Badd:
...Where is Delicia...?
Delicia:
Oi! Can I help you? Hullo boys! I'm Delicia Scones. In my native England, I'm known as "Ms. Delicious"!
Gregory:
(Being called a "boy" even though I'm already 34... It's certainly a rare experience.)
Ray:
B-Boys? I understand you calling me that, but... Mr. Edgeworth!?
Delicia:
As far as I'm concerned, you're all boys to me, even that detective over there.
Badd:
...My name is... Badd. Not "boy"...
Gregory:
(Just how old is this woman?)
Badd:
...Mr. Attorney. Let's just finish our business here.
Gregory:
Hmm... Right.
???:
Objection!
???:
You! What do you think you're doing!? Conversing with a mere attorney!?
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth! A-A scary man came out of the candy castle...!
Badd:
...Von Karma...
Ray:
Eh! This man is, Prosecutor von Karma...?
Delicia:
Eep! Manny!
Gregory:
(So he's Von Karma...) Pleased to meet you, Prosecutor von Karma. My name is Gregory Edgeworth, defense attorney.
von Karma:
Bah! I have no interest in the names of defense attorneys. After all, they only exist to be crushed by me.
Gregory:
(...What a rude man.)
Ray:
That piercing gaze and furrowed brow...! Uugh... He's even scarier than the rumors say.
Gregory:
(Although that statement was also very rude.) Prosecutor von Karma. Would you allow us to investigate too?
von Karma:
Hmph. You think I would give information to a mere defense attorney?
Gregory:
(As I thought, it won't be that simple...)
von Karma:
..... ...However, I'll make a special exception for this room.
Gregory:
! (Why did he change his mind so quickly?)
von Karma:
You, old bloodhound.
Badd:
...Don't call me that. ...My name is... Badd.
von Karma:
Hah! A mere detective, speaking back to me. ...I admire your courage at least. Badd. Stand watch and see to it that they don't misbehave.
Badd:
Why... me...!
von Karma:
I will not accept your refusal. Well then, I'll be investigating Gustavia's room next.
Badd:
Tch... I'm babysitting again...
Gregory:
(I wonder why he and Von Karma aren't investigating together? Instead of being on bad terms, it seems like they hardly know each other...)
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth, now that we've got Von Karma's permission, we can continue investigating!
Gregory:
Yes. His manner bothers me, but I am glad we can at least continue the investigation.
Badd:
...Hold it. I also need to investigate this room... I don't want you disturbing the room... So you'll investigate... after me.
Ray:
What!? Aren't you the detective in charge of this case? Why haven't you investigated this room yet?
Badd:
...The detective in charge of the initial investigation was a close colleague of Von Karma. I came to take over for him, so I only got to this mansion just recently.
Gregory:
(So that's why he and Von Karma aren't investigating together...) Detective Badd. Will you allow us to investigate with you like before? In doing so, you'll be able to supervise us and also ensure we don't tamper with anything.
Badd:
You want me to watch you? ...You're a strange lawyer. ...Hmph. I'll let you stick around... a little longer.
Ray:
Yay! You did it, Mr. Edgeworth!
Gregory:
Thank you, Detective Badd.
Badd:
...But if I decide you're holding up the investigation, you'll have to leave...
Gregory:
Yes... I understand. Well then, let's begin the investigation.
Begin Investigation
Contest VenueDelicia's Room
Logic
"Hexagonal recess" and "Pedestal of rock"
Gregory:
The rock's pedestal has a similar shape to the recesses on the castle's pillars. Perhaps the rock is meant to be placed on top of the pillars?
Ray:
Oh, that's right! They're both hexagonal.
Gregory:
(I wonder why they were hidden inside the castle, though?)
"Fragile desserts" and "High room temperature"
Gregory:
The reason the fresh cream is so fragile is due to the temperature in this room.
Badd:
So my shoes got creamed... because the room temperature is set at 68℉...
Gregory:
Speaking of which... When you opened the castle door, the doorknob didn't break.
Badd:
Yeah... it was stronger than I thought...
Gregory:
Strong? ...A dessert? Detective Badd. Could you have a closer look at that doorknob?
Badd:
.....? ...This is...!
Gregory:
It would seem this doorknob isn't a dessert.
Badd:
...And it's not just the doorknob. This castle and the fairies... Are just plastic molds coated in fresh cream.
Ray:
Eeh! Then, this isn't a dessert piece at all...!
Gregory:
It would seem they're just fake desserts (Fake desserts - Delicia made fake desserts. What are her true intentions...?) covered in fresh cream...
Partner
Badd:
...What?
Notice anything?
Badd:
This room... has the same design as Master's room...
Gregory:
Is something bothering you?
Badd:
Von Karma ...was investigating ...inside the candy castle... ...I wonder... why...
Gregory:
Detective Badd, do you suspect Delicia?
Badd:
That woman... is hiding something. ...My detective's spirit... is telling me so...
Gregory:
(Is that his detective's intuition? Something about this room definitely troubles me as well. I should listen to what Delicia has to say...)
Counter
Gregory:
There's a burner and some chemicals over here. They were probably used to make desserts. What are these chemicals? The writing on the labels say... "No. 1: Punchout!"... and "No. 9: Sufferin"...!
Badd:
Are... they... poisons?
Forensics:
No, they are both used to make desserts. Seems to be artificial flavoring and coloring. "Punchout!" is a catchy name for a fruit punch essence.
Badd:
Tch... Very misleading...!
Gregory:
(What bothers me is what "Sufferin" stands for...)
Forensics
Forensics:
Don't turn around, don't turn around... If you do, you're only gonna eat that castle!
Gregory:
(...This forensics officer seems to be on a diet.)
Control panel
Gregory:
There's a cover on the wall, just like in Mr. Master's room.
Badd:
...Let's open it up...
Ray:
Hmm. The room temperature is 68℉, and the lights are set to green...
Badd:
Gustavia said... that 50℉ is the ideal temperature for fresh cream... This room's temperature is too high (High room temperature - The temperature in Delicia's room is too high for fresh cream.).
Gregory:
(This is... intriguing.)
Fairy
Gregory:
It's a cute candy fairy sitting on a tree stump. Hmm. The cream decorations are melting. The fairy seems to be well made, but... something feels slightly off.
Castle
First time
Gregory:
...I can't believe this amazing castle is made entirely out of confectionery.
Ray:
I know! What a work of fantasy. It's like a fairy tale world!
Gregory:
You like all this fairy tale stuff, don't you?
Ray:
Ah... sorry! I got a bit too excited, didn't I?
Gregory:
No... It's interesting to me since you're so enthusiastic about it, unlike my son.
Ray:
Your... son?
Gregory:
He's only in grade school, yet he prefers to read law books instead of fairy tales. ...I am worried that he won't be able to make any friends that he can talk to.
Ray:
Heh! What an interesting kid. I'd like to be his friend!
Gregory:
Ha ha... I think you'd be more of an "older brother" to him.
Ray:
He he he. An older brother, huh... Well, I've got some growing up to do then!
Gregory:
Yes, and that's why we have to continue with the investigation.
Before examining blue cloth rolls, rocks, and hexagonal recess
Gregory:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining blue cloth rolls, rocks, and hexagonal recess
Gregory:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Hexagonal recess
Gregory:
Hm. This pillar... has a hexagonal recess.
Badd:
It looks like a pedestal... but... it has nothing in it.
Ray:
A hexagonal recess (Hexagonal recess - The two pillars have a hexagonal recess on top. What were they for?), huh. I wonder what would have been put in there?
Badd:
...A giant strawberry... would fit with the fresh cream.
Ray:
Detective Badd. I don't think strawberries are hexagonal.
Badd:
I was just... hoping...
Ray:
Then, I hope it's a banana!
Gregory:
(...I think I'd prefer blueberries.)
Inside
Leads to:
"The castle doors are open..."
Gregory:
The castle doors are open...
Ray:
When someone opens a door, they really should remember to close it afterwards.
Gregory:
(Would he say that directly to Prosecutor von Karma though?)
Ray:
Huh? Looks like there's some stuff inside. Hmm, let's see...
Badd:
Wait... I'll examine it. Stay out of the way. Tch... This fresh cream melts too easily (Fragile desserts - The cream is melting. A single touch can cause it to break.).
Gregory:
(Seems like Detective Badd's shoes got covered in cream... ...Why were these objects kept inside the candy castle?)
Badd:
...If there's anything you want to investigate... you better speak up now.
Blue cloth rolls
Badd:
...There are rolls of blue cloth here. Looks like there's four of them in all...
Gregory:
They certainly don't look like desserts.
Badd:
Yeah... I don't know what the cloth is for... It almost seems like... it was hidden here inside the castle...
Gregory:
(...Also, the color of this cloth looks familiar somehow.)
Rocks
Badd:
Two big rocks... are placed here. It's like a... storage room.
Ray:
Yeah, the inside of the candy castle isn't so dreamy. ...Hey! Maybe they're raw gemstones? Who knew that there were such treasures hidden within the castle!
Gregory:
Seems like a rather careless way to handle treasure... Hm...? It looks like there's something underneath the rocks.
Badd:
Seems there's a... pedestal (Pedestal of rock - The rocks in the castle have a pedestal attached to them for some reason.) attached to both of the rocks...
Ray:
Of course! It's a pedestal for displaying the gems!
Gregory:
Well... in any case, this is no ordinary object.
Raymond Shields
Ray:
The sicky sweet smell of cream. Yes, this truly is a fairy tale world. And yet, here in this sugary sweet room, there was one with such a sour face... He doesn't belong in this room... That scary old man.
Gregory:
Raymond, mind what you say. You're being a bit rude.
Ray:
S-Sorry... It won't happen again. He reminded me of my old school teacher who used to get mad at me a lot...
Gregory:
(A school teacher. I definitely... ...don't want to think of my son being taught by such a man.)
Sign
Gregory:
It says, "The Four Fairies and the Curious Candy Castle." It seems that this was the theme for Delicia's works.
Badd:
But, it's not just the candy castle that I'm curious about...
Tools
Gregory:
Here are all the tools used to make desserts.
Badd:
Everything from a bucket of fresh cream... to a brush and a trowel... Looks more like a construction worker's tools...
Delicia:
Hey now, boys. Don't undersweetmate the work of a pastry chef! It's completely different from construction work, where they cover the walls with cement. We use the trowel to smear the cream, and the brush to clean any uneven parts...
Badd:
...How is that different from construction work...?
Delicia Scones
Delicia:
*sigh*...
Ray:
Huh? Ms. Delicious. You don't seem as energetic as you were earlier.
Gregory:
...Delicia. Can I just ask, did something happen with Von Karma?
Delicia:
Yessie! N-Nothing of the sort!
Ray:
But, you just said, "Yessie"...
Delicia:
Ha ha ha ha! That "Yessie" just now was only a greeting. You're a cute boy! I like you. What's your first name?
Ray:
Eh? It's Raymond, but...
Delicia:
Well, Ray Ray! I think you'll make a good man of yourself someday!
Ray:
R-Ray Ray...?
Gregory:
How about that. I think you have a way with British ladies.
Ray:
She's a little different from my image of a "lady"...
Gregory:
Why don't we listen to what she has to say.
During the contest
Gregory:
Could you tell me about your actions during the contest?
Delicia:
Yessie! We began making desserts for the contest around 10 o'clock. Basically, I was in here making my desserts the whole time. At half past one, I joined the afternoon tea for about an hour or so.
Ray:
Afternoon tea?
Gregory:
It's a social occasion, where conversation is had over black tea and cakes.
Ray:
...Umm. So, it's pretty much a tea party!
Gregory:
Well... I suppose.
Delicia:
Ha ha ha ha! Oh, Greggy, you're a smart boy, aren't you!
Gregory:
(When did I become "Greggy"...?) Where was the afternoon tea held?
Delicia:
It took place in the gardens, outside of the Fountain Patio. It's our customary break time during the contest. It's always held at the same time. Today there were just three of us who took part. Jeffy, Katie and me. Since Jeffy had already finished his creations, he was there from beginning to end. Icy and Gusty didn't join in because they hadn't finished their desserts yet.
Gregory:
...So, everyone other than Mr. Dover and Mr. Gustavia participated.
Delicia:
Yes. Actually, I hadn't finished my dessert yet either. I just wanted to try some of Jeffy's handmade pastries and Katie's fresh-brewed tea. So... after I had eaten my fill, I returned before everyone else.
Gregory:
During the contest, did you enter any of the other contestants' rooms?
Delicia:
Eh! Wh-What are you saying?
Gregory:
We found your fingerprints on the desserts at the crime scene...
Delicia:
Eep! You found them...!
Badd:
Are you... admitting that you went to the scene of the murder?
Delicia:
*sob* ...I admit it. But, I'm not the murderer! It's the honest truth, please hear me out!
The honest truth (appears after During the contest)
Gregory:
What were you doing in Mr. Master's room?
Delicia:
The truth is... I was studying his desserts.
Badd:
Studying...?
Delicia:
Because Jeffy's so talented at making sweets! Well... Nobody was in his room at the time, so I just decided to study (Desserts study - Delicia went to Mr. Master's room to study his desserts.) his works for a bit.
Badd:
...But, if you were just looking, you wouldn't have left your fingerprints behind...?
Delicia:
Yessie! It's natural that I left fingerprints on the desserts! For the sake of research, I ate some of his desserts.
Ray:
Eeh! Isn't that like stealing food?
Gregory:
It couldn't be... The one who wrecked Mr. Master's room was...
Delicia:
*sob* ...I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to vandalize the room, but... I did eat a few parts of the desserts in his room. ...I secretly ate little bits and pieces so Jeffy wouldn't find out.
Gregory:
So... Did you you[sic] eat the ship stand as well?
Delicia:
Yessie! I did.
Badd:
The chocolate ship broke... because of you...
Delicia:
Eep! I'm sorry...!
Ray:
So, the reason she left the afternoon tea early... ...was to preserve her appetite...
Delicia:
B-But! You've got to believe me on this! I'm not the murderer!
Gregory:
(Her actions are sufficiently suspicious, but... I won't press on it yet.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Delicia:
Oi! What's that?
Gregory:
This badge is proof that I'm a defense attorney.
Delicia:
Hoi! I'll show you mine too. This chef's hat is proof that I'm a pastry chef.
Gregory:
Is that so...? But aren't those sold in stores?
Delicia:
Hey! It's not the hat that's important, it's the spirit you wear the hat with that matters!
Gregory:
(So then, wouldn't that mean just about anyone can become a pastry chef...)
Anything else
Delicia:
Oi! That thing you've got there is rather cute, Greggy. But, the color is rather unappealing. Now, if I were to coat it with fresh cream...
Gregory:
S-Stop it!
(Step)ladder
Badd:
...What is it, Mr. Attorney? Something about that ladder bothering you..?
Gregory:
Detective Badd. It's actually a stepladder.
Badd:
...They're both the same to me...
Gregory:
They're completely different. Look at their basic nature.
Ray:
Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth... You tell him!
(Connecting hexagon Logic and examining blue cloth rolls leads to:)
Gregory:
(The "blue cloth" and the "rocks" inside the castle... I wonder if they belong to Delicia?) Delicia. Those things in the castle, what are they used for?
Delicia:
Ah... uhh, those? I'm afraid I can't tell you.
Badd:
...Looks like Von Karma is... keeping her silent...
Delicia:
Eep! I've been found out... He'll get made at me if I talk.
Gregory:
(Prosecutor von Karma... doesn't intend on being upfront with his information.)
Ray:
Aww... it's such a shame. We finally figured out where the rocks are supposed to go.
Delicia:
! Could it be that you're interested in my goods?
Ray:
Eh? Your "goods"...?
Delicia:
Those are my popular relaxation goods.
Gregory:
You mean... the rocks and the cloth?
Delicia:
Yessie! That's right! You see, they're not actually rocks, but special lamps made from rock salt.
Ray:
Wow! So those are lamps!
Delicia:
Ha ha ha ha! It gets even more exciting! Because, this cloth also has an amazing secret!
Gregory:
(As soon as we showed interest in her goods, she became quite talkative.)
Delicia:
Since we've got them out, come experience the therapy, boys. Baddie! Could you put everything up!
Badd:
It's... not Baddie, it's Badd...
Delicia:
...So you won't do it? Is Baddie being a bad boy?
Gregory:
.......
Badd:
...Labbie! Are you done photographing this room?
Forensics:
Yes, sir! I am!
Badd:
...Then go help Delicia...
Forensics:
Yes, sir! I'm on it!
Delicia:
Ha ha ha ha! Thanks! I knew you were a good boy underneath, Baddie!
Ray:
Ms. Delicious... That was amazing. You even persuaded Detective Badd!
Delicia:
Thanks a lot, Baddie! And you too, Forensies!
Ray:
...She even gave the forensics a nickname.
Gregory:
I think that's her way of showing she cares.
Badd:
What's so... therapeutic... about these things anyway?
Delicia:
We don't have time for that now, Baddie! The show's about to begin! Forensies! Finishing touches, please!
Forensics:
Yes, ma'am!
Badd:
It's...
Ray:
Wow, It's so beautiful!
Gregory:
It really is... (I wish my son could see this.)
Delicia:
Oi! I told you so, right? "The Four Fairies and the Curious Candy Castle" was the theme of my work. It's so sparkly and cute, right?
Gregory:
(It seems like... one of them is missing something.)
Delicia:
The truth is, I had planned to unveil it during the contest. Well, I'm glad I got to show it to you boys!
Ray:
Huh? But it doesn't look like the rock salt lamps are lighting up.
Delicia:
H-Huh? I wonder why...?
Gregory:
(I think I'll need to examine... the rocks and the fairies again.)
Logic
"Beaten to death" and "Bloodstained rock salt lamp"
Gregory:
There is evidence that the victim was beaten to death with a blunt object... What's more, there's a bloodstain on one of the broken rock salt lamps. Could this lamp have been the murder weapon?
Ray:
You're right! It could have been used as a weapon.
Badd:
...Labbie. Is the blood analysis on this rock salt lamp finished?
Forensics:
Yes, sir! It finished just a few moments ago! The bloodstain on that lamp belonged to the victim.
Badd:
...You heard what he said.
Rock Salt Lamp added to the Court Record.
Gregory:
(The murder weapon was hidden in Delicia's room... We need to consider her as one of the suspects as well.)
"Delicia broke the rules" and "Fake desserts"
Gregory:
Using decorations that were against the rules and making fake desserts... A lot of Delicia's actions seem suspicious.
Badd:
Yeah... It doesn't seem like she's aiming to be the world's greatest pastry chef...
Ray:
Also, the temperature of this room is way too high. Is there a reason for that?
Fake Desserts added to the Court Record.
Gregory:
I wonder. ...I think we should ask Delicia directly.
"Desserts study" and "Knowledge was lacking"
Gregory:
Delicia's knowledge in the art of dessert making is lacking in fundamental areas. And she claimed she went into Mr. Master's room in order to "study his desserts"... These actions and ideas are not fitting of someone aiming to be the world's greatest pastry chef.
Badd:
Yeah... They don't sounds like the words of a pro. It's like she doesn't even realize it, or...
Gregory:
(Or, maybe she isn't a real pastry chef...) Perhaps she had some other intention. ...It's possible that she didn't go into the room to study desserts.
Ray:
So, then... Are you saying Ms. Delicious is the criminal?
Gregory:
...We can't say that for sure yet. (But, I know she's hiding something from us...)
Partner
Badd:
...What?
The investigation
Badd:
...Since the circumstances have changed, we should investigate the scene once more...
Gregory:
Yes. The fluorescent cloth behind the fairy dolls... and the rock salt lamp concerns me.
Badd:
Why were they in the castle... No... why were they hidden inside the castle. I knew it, that woman... smells. But not a sugary sweet smell...
Gregory:
We need to have another look, to see if there are any problems at the scene.
Delicia Scones (after connecting fake desserts Logic)
Badd:
This desserts here... are all fake. ...What a... phony...
Gregory:
This is the contest to decide the world's greatest pastry chef. Why did she do something like that, which would immediately give her away?
Badd:
...I guess she was naïve enough that she thought she could get away with it, or perhaps...
Gregory:
(Her true goal... I feel like I know what it is. I hold the fragmented pieces of information. Now, all I have to do is combine them...)
Present
Rock Salt Lamp
Gregory:
There's no mistaking it, this is what took the victim's life.
Badd:
Chossing a weapon like this... perhaps the murder wasn't premeditated. If that's so... that woman... hit the victim with this lamp on a sudden impulse. It feels like the sweet smell of desserts has been tainted by the smell of something fishy.
Gregory:
(Delicia... Are you hiding something...?)
Fairy on left
Gregory:
It's a cute candy fairy sitting on a tree stump. The cloth in the back along with the decorations really give it a magical atmosphere. When you look at it, it almost feels like you're spellbound.
Badd:
What we need to look for... is the hidden truths of the real world... Don't be fooled...by the fairies...!
Castle
Before examining lamp on left and deducing
Gregory:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining lamp on left and deducing
Gregory:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Rock salt lamp on left
Gregory:
It looks like both the lamps in the pillars are broken.
Badd:
Both of their light bulbs... are broken...
Ray:
Maybe they were dropped on the floor. There's some sort of red stain on this lamp's surface.
Gregory:
This stain... could it be...!
Badd:
...That smell... There's no mistaking it. It's a bloodstain (Bloodstained rock salt lamp - Someone's bloodstain was left on the rock salt lamp.)...
Ray:
Ehhhh! Th-That's a bloodstain...
Gregory:
(Why is there a bloodstain on this lamp? I wonder if this has something to do with the lamp bulb being broken... I should also take a look at the other lamp here.)
Cloths
Gregory:
The castle door is adorned with a beautiful cloth. I think this was the cloth that was in the castle.
Badd:
Entrance ways are always beautiful... that's what a detective thinks.
Gregory:
(Yes, after Detective Badd's shoes have trampled all over it... But, this is no time for snide remarks.)
Door
Badd:
...This dessert made my shoes all dirty... If you come any closer... your shoes will be covered in cream too...
Gregory:
(We've already seen what's behind the door. There's no need to look again.)
Rock salt lamp on right
Gregory:
So this is where Delicia originally intended to put the lamps.
Badd:
...I don't get why she put them in the castle...
Ray:
Since they're broken and don't light up, maybe she decided to put them out of the way?
Badd:
...If she wanted them out of the way... There are many other places to store them.
Ray:
It's like that old saying, "Hide the salt in the sugar bag!"
Gregory:
(...I think the saying goes, "Hide a tree in the forest." If Delicia intended to use these lamps as decorations during the contest... It creates a contradiction with that piece of evidence. I need to deduce the contradiction at the scene...)
Deduce
Gregory:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce cloths or lamps and present Contest Rules
Gregory:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Detective Badd. Please read the contest leaflet."
Otherwise
Gregory:
Eureka!
Gregory:
Detective Badd, look at this. Don't you think it's strange?
Badd:
I think what's strange... is your deduction.
Gregory:
Urgh...!
Badd:
If your brain isn't working right... then it's due to the lack of sugar... ...I'll sell you one of my lollipops... for two bucks.
Gregory:
(That sounds a tad high... Is there no evidence of a contradiction with the castle decorations?)
Gregory:
Detective Badd. Please read the contest leaflet.
Badd:
....."Any decorations not made from desserts are prohibited." ...Huh.
Gregory:
These rock salt lamps and the fluorescent cloths go against the rules (Delicia broke the rules - Delicia used other objects besides desserts for her decorations.).
Ray:
So, maybe that's why they were hidden in the castle?
Gregory:
I wonder about that... I think we should investigate further into Delicia's actions.
Fairy on right
Gregory:
Unlike the other fairies, this one doesn't have a fluorescent cloth.
Ray:
Ms. Delicious! It's not right to leave one out!
Delicia:
I don't like it either. But... one fluorescent cloth and a machine has gone missing!
Gregory:
You've lost a cloth... and a machine? What sort of machine is it?
Delicia:
Oi! Let me tell you! Each piece of fluorescent cloth is hooked up to one of these machines. The machine is called a rainbow light device... Light is sent through the cable and into the cloth, which is made of optic fibers. Just fiddle around with the settings a bit, and it will turn into all sorts of colors! When it glows red, it's like a raging inferno! And when it glows blue, you can almost feel the glittering cool ice! It's powered by a long-lasting battery that's resistant to changes in the temperature!
Gregory:
Um, I'm not very familiar with these kinds of devices...
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth. She's saying it's a machine that transmits light to the special cloth.
Gregory:
(...I see. It's amazing what they come up with these days.)
Badd:
So, one rainbow light device... and one fluorescent cloth are missing...?
Delicia:
Yessie, that's right. Wherever could they be...
Gregory:
(This fluorescent cloth... could it be related to the case?)
Fluorescent Cloth added to the Court Record.
Fairy on right (subsequent times)
Gregory:
(One rainbow light device and one fluorescent cloth have gone missing. Could there be some connection to the case...?)
Delicia Scones
The room temperature (after connecting fake desserts Logic)
Gregory:
Delicia, why is the room temperature set to 68℉?
Delicia:
The cold doesn't agree with me. Plus, it's bad for the body! This figure doesn't just maintain itself, you know! Naturally, as a lady, I want to look young forever.
Ray:
I wonder... how old Ms. Delicious really is.
Gregory:
Raymond. A true gentleman never asks a woman her age.
Badd:
This room... is mainly filled with cream... And 50℉ is the recommended temperature for preserving fresh cream.
Delicia:
What, really? Now it's all gone to waste!
Ray:
It looks like Ms. Delicious didn't know (Knowledge was lacking - Delicia seems lacking in the basic knowledge of dessert making.).
Badd:
...Hmph. I thought she was supposed to be a first-class pastry chef...
Gregory:
(The fake desserts and the rule violations. And now... her lack of basic knowledge. Looks like she keeps many secrets...)
Present
Fluorescent Cloth
Delicia:
Oi! Looks like this caught your eye. The way this cloth works... Ah, I wonder if it's OK for me to tell you about it.
Gregory:
...?
Delicia:
...Sorry, I can't talk about this cloth!
Gregory:
(What...? That was strange. I wonder if Von Karma told her to say quiet about it?)
Examine evidence
Blue cloth of Fluorescent Cloth
Gregory:
A blue cloth... I like this relaxing color.
Ray:
As expected of Mr. Edgeworth! That's so old school! C'mon, let's hurry and make it glow!
Gregory:
Y... Yes. (Does he mean I'm old-fashioned...?)
Glowing cloth of Fluorescent Cloth
Gregory:
The rainbow light device has made the cloth glow with light blue aura.
Ray:
Speaking of which, one set of this cloth and device has gone missing. I wonder where it went to?
Gregory:
I don't have the answer to that... but it could be related to the case.
Switches on machine of Fluorescent Cloth
Ray:
Ah! There are some switches over here!
Gregory:
They probably control the color of the cloth. Raymond, try pressing one. The cloth has started to glow.
Ray:
It's so mesmerizing... I could look at it all day...
Rock salt of Rock Salt Lamp
Ray:
This rock salt lamp doesn't light up.
Gregory:
Hm... It's a shame, but it appears to be broken.
Ray:
Aww, I really wanted to see it light up... I wanted to experience the calming glow too!
Gregory:
(Maybe I should try putting one in the office.)
Bloodstain on Rock Salt Lamp
Ray:
Ugh... A vivid bloodstain was left behind... I can't believe the murder weapon came from inside the candy castle...
Gregory:
Raymond. If it's too difficult, you don't have to look at it.
Ray:
I-I'm fine! I'm going to become a lawyer after all!
Gregory:
Heh... I see. (You have a promising future...)
Bottom side of Rock Salt Lamp
Ray:
This rock salt lamp has a hexagonal base.
Gregory:
The recess in the pillars must have been made to match this shape.
Ray:
After all, they fit the pillars in the candy castle perfectly!
(Connecting all possible Logic and examining fairy on right leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Badd:
That's enough... investigating...
Gregory:
Hmph... We've found much more than I expected. (And yet, something from before still bothers me. Prosecutor von Karma must have found the murder weapon in this room... So then, why did he let Delicia be? First, I must ascertain Von Karma's true motives...!) Detective Badd. I would like to ask Prosecutor von Karma something.
Badd:
...I've also got business with him... And Delicia there too...
Delicia:
Eep! What's the idea, Baddie? Don't glare at me like that.
Gregory:
(It seems Detective Badd also has his doubts about Delicia and Von Karma.) Delicia, would you come with us for a moment?
Delicia:
Yessie! That's... fine. What for?
Gregory:
...We have to find Von Karma. There are some things we need to talk about.
December 24, 8:05 PMContest VenueFountain Patio
Gregory:
Prosecutor von Karma. We need to talk about the case.
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... From the look on your face, I assume you've found the murder weapon?
Gregory:
Yes... We discovered the murder weapon in Delicia's room. ...It would seem Mr. Master isn't the only suspect in this case.
von Karma:
Bah... That's not true. Where the murder weapon was found does not change the fact that Master is the culprit. ...As long as I am here.
Gregory:
(Why is Von Karma so sure of himself...?) Well then, aren't you going to explain? Why the murder weapon was in Delicia's room!
von Karma:
Hmph... Naturally. If you wish to know, I'll tell you.
-- About the Murder Weapon --
von Karma:
In order to pin the crime on Delicia, Master used the rock salt lamp to kill the victim.
He then deposited the murder weapon in Delicia's room.
If he had left the murder weapon at the crime scene, Master would have been the one suspected.
He couldn't move the body, but it was easy to move the murder weapon.
Ergo, there would be no evidence pointing to a specific culprit at the crime scene.
Gregory:
Mr. Master took the rock salt lamp...?
von Karma:
...Precisely. I carried out the investigation myself... There can be no room for doubt.
Gregory:
Do you have evidence that he moved it?
von Karma:
...Hmph. That will not be necessary.
Gregory:
Wha...!
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... If you have an objection, say it. Do you think a mere defense attorney can break my logic!?
Rebuttal
-- About the Murder Weapon --
von Karma:
In order to pin the crime on Delicia, Master used the rock salt lamp to kill the victim.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
He took the rock salt lamp from Delicia's room...?
von Karma:
...Exactly. In order to kill Dover, he had prepared the murder weapon beforehand.
Gregory:
But, the murder weapon was found in Delicia's room. Doesn't that place suspicion on Delicia too?
von Karma:
Hmph... I'm not finished. Master killed Dover...
von Karma:
He then deposited the murder weapon in Delicia's room.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
So, the murder weapon was the rock salt lamp hidden inside the candy castle?
von Karma:
Hmph... I discovered the murder weapon when I entered the castle. Be thankful, defense attorney, that you too came by this information!
Gregory:
...Why was it necessary for you to enter the castle?
Ray:
Ah! Maybe he's interested in candy castles?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Why you... Do you think I went in there because I wanted to!? The detectives at the scene were useless, so I had to investigate myself!
Badd:
...! I wasn't in charge of... the initial investigation...!
Gregory:
(Detective Badd joined the investigation halfway through...)
von Karma:
Bah! A certain work ethic is required if you are to gain my trust. This is a flagrant waste of time. ...I'll continue.
von Karma:
If he had left the murder weapon at the crime scene, Master would have been the one suspected.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
Wouldn't the body left behind in his room also be cause for suspicion? Moreover...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
...I have a favorite saying. I'd like to share it with you. "Even dogs can wait." Wait until I've finished!
Gregory:
(...That's exactly... what I'd like to say to you.)
von Karma:
He couldn't move the body, but it was easy to move the murder weapon.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
Are you saying that Mr. Master removed the murder weapon, and hid the body in the chest?
von Karma:
He believed that if he hid it inside his own work, it would not be discovered.
Delicia:
Eep! So savory!
Gregory:
(Don't you mean... "so sorry"?)
Badd:
She shows no sign... of remorse.
von Karma:
...He moved the murder weapon, and left the body at the scene.
von Karma:
Ergo, there would be no evidence pointing to a specific culprit at the crime scene.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
How can you conclude that Mr. Master is the killer without any evidence!?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... You think that will shake me? You disappoint me! As long as the body was found in Master's room, he's the prime suspect!
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
Is there really no evidence pointing to anyone else at the crime scene? Surely there's room for further investigation...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Insolent attorney. Another investigation is not necessary. Master must be the killer! If you think differently, cease these pointless words and speak with evidence!
Gregory:
(Think back to the crime scene. If Mr. Master isn't the killer... There must have been something there incriminating someone else!)
Present Crime Scene Notes or Fluorescent Cloth
Gregory:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It's true that the murder weapon and bloodstains disappeared from the vicinity."
Gregory:
(It seems Von Karma won't be shaken easily. I'll just have to present evidence that contradicts his reasoning...!)
Gregory:
It's true that the murder weapon and bloodstains disappeared from the vicinity. However, there was still one piece of incriminating evidence left behind! Have a look at this photograph, which was taken when the body was first discovered. This cloth was used to wrap the body... Doesn't it remind you of the fluorescent cloth from Delicia's room?
Delicia:
Eep! My fluorescent cloth was at the crime scene?
von Karma:
Hah! Fluorescent cloth...? You! Just what part of this cloth is fluorescent!?
Ray:
I guess Von Karma doesn't know about this cloth's secret.
Gregory:
It looks like a normal cloth at first glance, but if you use this rainbow light device... ...you can make it glow!
von Karma:
.....!
Ray:
Prosecutor von Karma... seems a little surprised.
Gregory:
(I don't think it was the cloth's ability to glow that surprised him...) ...One sheet of this fluorescent cloth is currently unaccounted for. Now, I'd like you to look at the color of the cloth in this photo. Don't you think it looks like the color of the fluorescent cloth before it's been lit up?
von Karma:
.....Hmph.
Gregory:
Both the rock salt lamp and the fluorescent cloth originally belonged to Delicia. Wouldn't it be natural to assume that this cloth was used to wrap the body?
von Karma:
.....
Gregory:
...Prosecutor von Karma. I believe the present conditions give us much reason to suspect Delicia.
Delicia:
Eep! Hold it, Greggy! Do you really suspect me?
Gregory:
I don't yet know if you are the culprit. But, it is true that you're hiding something. Am I right?
Delicia:
Uu... That's...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
...So. You're saying that the murder weapon and the cloth were originally from Delicia's room?
Gregory:
Yes.
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk...!
Gregory:
...What's so funny?
von Karma:
Just as I expected from you! The murder weapon and the cloth are not from her room. How unfortunate, for you.
Gregory:
...! (What does he mean...!?)
von Karma:
Before the contest began, Master noticed her violation of the rules. He confiscated the cloth and the rock salt lamp, and kept them in his room for safekeeping!
Gregory:
Wha...!
von Karma:
The victim was not seen, as he stayed locked up in his room after the contest had begun. The only one who could have unlocked the locked rooms was Jeff Master. And the murder weapon, the rock salt lamp, was being kept in Master's room. This should be the decisive evidence in proving Master's guilt! Defense attorney. You've lost to me before you even had a chance to stand in court!
Gregory:
..... (Ngh... What's this!)
Ray:
Wh-What? Was all our investigating for nothing... Ms. Delicious! Why didn't you tell us about your confiscated items?
Delicia:
Uuh... Well... Manny said I'd look suspicious if I did!
Ray:
Prosecutor von Karma...?
Delicia:
And it's true, you all suspect me, don't you!
Gregory:
...!
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... How clumsy of you, defense attorney.
Gregory:
(Von Karma...! So that's why he let us investigate Delicia's room!)
von Karma:
And in your clumsiness, there's one more thing I need to inform you of. Two sets of fingerprints were found on the murder weapon.
Gregory:
Two...?
von Karma:
Yes... They belong to Jeff Master and Delicia Scones. No other fingerprints were found.
Gregory:
.....
von Karma:
After Master killed Dover with the confiscated rock salt lamp... ...he foolishly concealed the murder weapon bearing his own fingerprints in its owner's room. Tsk tsk... I don't even need to prove my case in court. I have more than enough perfect evidence to prove Master's guilt.
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
Hold it! I still have some doubts about the fluorescent cloth found in Mr. Master's room.
von Karma:
Bah! Irrelevant. After disposing of the body, he intended to return it to Delicia's room.
Gregory:
...Ngh...! (I don't have enough information to refute Von Karma's reasoning...)
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Nothing left to say? If your job is done, leave this place!
Ray:
Th-That's!
Gregory:
(I can't give up yet...)
von Karma:
Hmph! We've wasted enough time as it is. Badd, take them away!
Hold it!
Badd:
There are still... some doubts left in our investigation.
Gregory:
Detective Badd...!
von Karma:
...What's the meaning of this?
Badd:
It's not my nature... to leave any doubts behind. There is still one piece of evidence... that has yet to be identified.
Gregory:
.....! (That's right... there are still the traces someone left behind!)
von Karma:
Bah! Talk about your doubts as much as you want later. But... this, my dear attorney, is none of your business.
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
No. I also have some doubts about one piece of evidence. It's likely... That I have the same doubts Detective Badd has.
von Karma:
What...?
Gregory:
(This is the piece of evidence left in Mr. Master's room that has yet to be identified!)
Present Frame Fingermarks
Gregory:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Somebody left gloved fingermarks on one of Mr. Master's desserts."
Present anything else
Gregory:
Take that!
Gregory:
We still do not know the true nature of this piece of evidence!
Badd:
...This is not... the same doubt I had...
Gregory:
Oh.
von Karma:
The only thing I question here is you, defense attorney. There can be no unidentified evidence before a Von Karma!
Gregory:
(It wasn't this...!) Please wait. I still have some doubts left.
Leads back to:
"(This is the piece of evidence left in Mr. Master's room that has yet to be identified!)"
Gregory:
Somebody left gloved fingermarks on one of Mr. Master's desserts.
von Karma:
.....
Gregory:
If these were the killer's fingermarks... ...then it's possible that the killer also didn't leave any fingerprints on the murder weapon!
von Karma:
.....How did you know the state of the crime scene?
Badd:
...I gave them... permission to investigate...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Badd! What possessed you to let a defense attorney into the crime scene!?
Badd:
I don't recall... you telling me not to let them in...
von Karma:
Bah... Such impudence! ...You'd best remember, Badd... Your salary review depends on me!
Badd:
*gulp*...!
Ray:
...This isn't good for Badd. I'm so glad I have a kind boss like Mr. Edgeworth!
Gregory:
(Your salary review depends on how you perform here...)
von Karma:
Hmph... I'm surprised at what a mere attorney like you managed to uncover in such a short time. ...However, it's possible those fingermarks were Master's own thing. Because he always wore gloves while cooking!
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
Do you have evidence that those fingermarks were left by Master? And moreover... there are still a few points of suspicion surrounding Delicia.
von Karma:
Oh...? You still haven't give up on that?
Delicia:
Uuh... Greggy. You still suspect me? I've already apologized for stealing a few bites...!
Gregory:
...I don't want to suspect you. However, I can't easily trust those who tell lies. You must still be hiding something!
Delicia:
Uuh... Greggy is a bully...
Gregory:
Don't you know the temperature fresh cream must be kept at? You call yourself a dessert chef, but you lack even the most basic knowledge.
Delicia:
Uuh... I'm sorry. For my lack of knowledge...
Gregory:
In your case, it's not even about the lack of knowledge. In truth... you don't even know how to make desserts, do you?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Defense attorney! Stop trying to force your own reasoning. ...In a court of law, the evidence tells all. If you say the witness is lying, show it with evidence!
Gregory:
We're not in court yet, but... very well. This evidence shows that Delicia can't make desserts.
Present Fake Desserts
Gregory:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The only things Delicia made were those that broke the rules."
Present anything else
Gregory:
Take that!
Gregory:
This is the evidence!
Delicia:
That doesn't prove anything! What a rude boy!
Badd:
Really... You are a rude boy.
von Karma:
Exactly, boy!
Gregory:
Nnghhoooh!
Ray:
It's alright! Young people are allowed to make mistakes!
Gregory:
(I'm nowhere near your age... Good grief.) Well... Will you allow me to try again?
Leads back to:
"This evidence shows that Delicia can't make desserts."
Gregory:
The only things Delicia made were those that broke the rules.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
The lamp and cloth that broke the rules were being held in Master's room. There is no way the witness could have returned them to her room!
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
Those were not the only fake desserts she made.
von Karma:
.....What?
Gregory:
Her desserts may look like something out of a fairy tale at first glance... ...but in reality, they are nothing but mannequins, decorated with cream. Apart from the cream, they're all fake!
von Karma:
...!
Gregory:
This is not something one aiming to become the world's greatest pastry chef would do.
von Karma:
...Is this true, Badd?
Badd:
Yes... My shoes... can attest to that...
von Karma:
.....
Ray:
Will that be enough to convince Prosecutor von Karma?
Gregory:
(Once he sees what Delicia has done, he'll have no choice but to be convinced.) Delicia... The fact that your actions could lead to you being a suspect is no laughing matter.
Delicia:
Th-That's! I didn't murder...!
Gregory:
...Isn't it time you told us the whole truth? Who are you? And why were you indulging yourself in another contestant's work!?
Delicia:
...Yessie... I understand.
Delicia:
The truth is... I'm not really a dessert chef, like I led you to believe. I'm actually a pharmacist.
Ray:
What! A pharmacist?
Gregory:
(That's a completely different occupation... It's no wonder he couldn't hide his surprise.) Why is a pharmacist like you participating in this contest?
Delicia:
...I just love eating desserts. I joined because I thought I'd be able to eat some of Jeffy's desserts. I never thought I'd end up making it to the finals.
von Karma:
.......
Gregory:
(...Even Prosecutor von Karma is at a loss for words.)
Ray:
S-So that's the real reason why you entered the contest?
Delicia:
Yessie... As expected, Jeffy's desserts were oh-so-good.
Badd:
So... The gloved fingermarks on the picture frame... were your doing?
Delicia:
Eep! No way! I never wore gloves!
Gregory:
Delicia's fingerprints were found on Mr. Master's chocolates. So it is true that she wasn't wearing gloves.
Delicia:
Yessie! Exactly! You do believe me, Greggy!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
...Is your face stuffed with nothing but desserts!?
Delicia:
Eep! Sorry, Manny.
Gregory:
(...I think it's her belly that's stuffed.) Were Master's desserts all that you ate?
Delicia:
...Actually, no. After the afternoon tea, I also ate Icy's desserts...
Gregory:
! You mean you entered the victim's room?
Delicia:
Yessie! Exactly. The room was empty after all.
Gregory:
(Perhaps the victim was already dead by then...)
Delicia:
But my first bite tasted way too salty and I couldn't eat it! So, I ate the delicious star-shaped dessert that was nearby.
Ray:
Ms. Delicious... You really are a glutton.
Gregory:
(Is it rare you see a woman with this kind of appetite.)
Delicia:
That's all I did. Greggy, Manny, everyone... I'm sorry I caused you trouble.
Gregory:
Now that you've told us the truth, everything's fine. There's no need to apologize.
von Karma:
...This does not mean that your testimony is trustworthy. I'll be investigating the victim's room after this. Only then will I decide if your testimony is true.
Gregory:
Prosecutor von Karma. I'd like to go as well. I also need to ascertain whether my reasoning up until now has been correct.
von Karma:
Hmph...! I'll let you follow, but I have no intention of letting you investigate.
Gregory:
...That's enough for me.
December 24, 9:00 PMContest VenueDover's room
von Karma:
This...! What is the meaning of this!
Ray:
The desserts adorning the victim's room had disappeared without a trace. Was this the true killer's doing? A body that was hidden inside a dessert, and a murder weapon that was moved... Further investigation would be required to arrive at the truth of this case.
To be continued.
April 2, 10:15 AMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Ray:
...Oops, I guess I went on for a little too long there.
Edgeworth:
Something like that... happened? I had no idea. None of the case files I read went into such detail.
Ray:
Well, I doubt there would be anything in there that would be inconvenient to the prosecution. Especially with that Von Karma at the head.
Edgeworth:
How did the investigation go from there?
Ray:
The desserts had disappeared from the victim's room, so the investigation hit a rough patch. Thanks to that, it took about a whole year before a verdict was handed down.
Edgeworth:
One whole year...?
Ray:
This was before the whole 3-day pre-trial system was established. Trial didn't need to finish in the short amount of time that they do now.
Edgeworth:
...I see. Did they ever find out why the victim's dessert disappeared?
Ray:
Well, kinda... His dessert was like a candy ice sculpture, made from sherbet... Since it was made from ice, the general consensus was that it had melted. ...However, that might not quite be the case.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Ray:
This museum used to be Mr. Master's mansion.
Edgeworth:
The stage of the IS-7 Incident...
Ray:
And in this very place, they're exhibiting the "Sherbet Salon" from 18 years ago.
Edgeworth:
! The victim's dessert...?
Ray:
Yep. Though it could be just a replica of the original. That's why Uncle Ray had to come today, to check it out. ...And for your old man, too.
Edgeworth:
.....
Ray:
Now then! Let's get a move on and check out the room! I'm pretty sure it's over in the "Winter Palace." Hmm... The Winter Palace should be... Huh? It's... locked up. That's odd. They've already opened the museum.
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Shields. According to the pamphlet we received at the entrance, the Winter Palace is over here.
Ray:
Really? I could've sworn it was this one. Alright, let's scoot. We gotta confirm the truth of what happened 18 years ago.
April 2, 10:20 AMZodiac Art GalleryWinter Palace
Ray:
Man... It's still as cold as ever. Uncle Ray's gonna freeze solid.
Edgeworth:
It seems the "Winter Palace" lives up to its name. It's like a freezer in here. (With the light dimmed like this, it's almost as if the room itself is made of ice...)
Ray:
I think the control panel for the room temperature is on the back wall. Miles, why don't you check what temperature it's set at for me? Uncle Ray's gonna give the curator a piece of his mind later. It's way too cold in here.
Edgeworth:
Hm... Very well.
Ray:
But if you want to look around the room a bit, feel free to stay, or freeze, to your heart's content. I'll get the camera ready. I want to take some pictures of this place and show it to your old man.
Edgeworth:
...Understood.
Ice block on left
Edgeworth:
(For some reason, a giant block of ice is on display. There's a description written on the surface... Castor and Pollux. Every December, large meteor showers appear in the direction of these two stars...)
Woman:
.....And so, Mask☆DeMasque...
Man:
...And then, I...
Edgeworth:
(Those two are being rather noisy and distracting. It can't be helped. I should go look at another exhibit.)
Man and woman
Woman:
...Well, how about this? I'll yell out... "Mask☆DeMasque is here!"
Man:
Yes! It's meeeeeeee! I'm Mask☆DeMasque!
Woman:
Good, good... Wait, Ronnie! If you say that, you'll get arrested! C'mon, if we don't plan properly, we won't be able to sell it.
Edgeworth:
(What are these two talking about...?)
Control panel
First time
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. Mr. Shields. I can't find the temperature control panel.
Ray:
Ah, right. They keep it where it's hard to find. Just one moment. Huh? It's locked. Makes sense. They wouldn't want the guests changing the temperature themselves.
Edgeworth:
According to the pamphlet, the Winter Palace has a temperature of 27℉.
Ray:
Brrrr! Now that is cold. Uncle Ray's going to freeze to death! Guess I'll need to find someone to share body heat with. Preferably a beautiful lady.
Edgeworth:
.....
Ray:
Oh! Are you trying to freeze me to death as well with those cold eyes?
Edgeworth:
Of course not.
Raymond Shields
Ray:
...Miles. Can I ask you something?
Edgeworth:
Of course, what is it?
Ray:
Is it okay... to take photos in this room?
Edgeworth:
What! Haven't you checked? ...But, if you haven't gotten any warnings about it, then it should be fine.
Ray:
Ah, sorry. Well, to be honest, I would've taken some anyway. Your old man had always wanted to investigate this "Winter Palace" after all.
Edgeworth:
(...If my father had seen this room, would he have found something? If he had, the results of the trial might have also... No, there's no point in thinking that now.)
Ice statues
Edgeworth:
There are two sculptures displayed here...
Ray:
These sculptures are replicas of the desserts that vanished 18 years ago. ...Impressive, huh. These sculptures made of ice.
Edgeworth:
Yes... (My father never got to see these ice sculptures. And now... 18 years later, I'm standing before them.)
Ray:
...Miles. Sorry to bother you while you're deep in thought. Could you turn this way a little?
Edgeworth:
...? Like this?
Ray:
Yes, yes. Like that.
Edgeworth:
! Mr Shields, you're not...
Ray:
Say "cheese!"
Edgeworth:
...Mr Shields, please don't take pictures of me.
Ray:
He he he. Sorry, my bad. I just wanted to make sure the camera works okay.
Edgeworth:
That camera... looks quite old.
Ray:
Yeah, well, that's because it's an old-fashioned camera. You know, an instant camera. It automatically develops the photos after shooting. Pretty cool, huh.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I know... Though I've never used one.
Ray:
He he he. You're quite the know-it-all. You really are the old man's son. Er, could you move a bit? I want to take some more photos of the room.
Edgeworth:
(His face has taken on an unusually serious expression. He's probably thinking about the IS-7 Incident...)
Ray:
Man. I snapped a bunch! And they're already developed, see?
Edgeworth:
(...He shoved them in my face before I could reply.)
Ray:
Well, I have one more question for you, Mr. Know-It-All! Do you know what these two sculptures represent?
Edgeworth:
They're sculptures of Taurus and Gemini from the "winter constellations".
Ray:
Ooh! Bingo! Not bad, Miles. That's probably why they call this room the "Winter Palace". Uncle Ray is feeling generous today, so I'll give you a copy of this photo too.
Edgeworth:
Uh... Th-Thanks.
Winter Palace Photo data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
...Are these replicas of the constellation desserts that were made 18 years ago?
Ray:
Yeah. It looks like these two sculptures are also made out of sherbet. Uncle Ray's only seen the real sculptures in photos... ...but these sculptures look like the real deal.
Edgeworth:
This was what you wanted to show me?
Ray:
Yeah... I think your old man would have wanted you to see it as well. I'm sorry. Uncle Ray didn't have the courage to come here alone.
Edgeworth:
...Don't apologize. This was a good opportunity to learn about my father's case.
Ray:
That means a lot to me. So, you want me to take another commemorative photo?
Edgeworth:
No thanks.
Ice statues (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
To create something like this out of sherbet... Even reproducing it would require considerable technique. The glass case seems to be lit up from the inside. If those stanchions weren't there, I could get a closer look.
Lamp
Edgeworth:
This rock salt lamp is lighting up the constellation chart. I see... Gemini and Taurus are constellations that can be seen in the winter. Since this is the Winter Palace, perhaps that explains the winter constellations made of sherbet. According to the pamphlet, the other palaces are made of crystal. But for the Summer Palace, I think it'd be more fitting if it were made out of shaved ice... Well, no, that would make it exactly the same as this room... Hmm...
Exit
Ray:
Miles, since we came all the way here, why don't you take a look around?
Edgeworth:
Well, since this room is so cold, I thought I'd go to a warmer room...
Ray:
If you're that cold, why don't you borrow my clothes? And in exchange, I'll borrow your jacket.
Edgeworth:
...No thanks. (Let's try enduring this for just a little longer.)
Boy
Edgeworth:
(There's a boy with a school bag. Did he come to the art gallery... by himself?)
???:
Hmm... She even quit her job in order to run this museum. I don't really get it.
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps... one of his parents knows the curator?)
Ice block on right
Edgeworth:
(A giant block of ice is being displayed here. It appears to be quite heavy... No, the inside must be hollow. On the surface, there is an image of the stars and a written description. The Pleiades... also known as the Seven Sisters. A star cluster that comprises a part of Taurus.) But, for all these stars to be grouped together as a cluster... The ways of the ancient people must have been very imprecise.
(Examining control panel, ice statues, and ice block on right leads to:)
Ray:
Alrighty, now that I've got some pictures of this room, let's check out the other places. Might as well see them all, since we're already here.
Edgeworth:
...I suppose you're right.
???:
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
Edgeworth:
! That yell just now...!
Ray:
It came from the Fountain Patio! Let's go, Miles!
April 2, 10:30 AMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Edgeworth:
(There's someone passed out on the floor! And that man there is...!) Larry! What are you doing here!? No, I'm getting ahead of myself. What exactly happened here?
Larry:
E-Edgeyyyyy! I... I saw something that no one should ever have to see! Agaaain!
Edgeworth:
Larry, calm down! Why is there someone passed out here?
Larry:
I-I didn't do anything! He just fell down all of a sudden!
Ray:
! This man... He can't be...!
???:
Excuse me, but what is the matter here?
???:
You can't raise such a ruckus in the museum, boys.
Edgeworth:
Hm? This scent is...!
Ray:
Seems like he's still breathing, but this is a bad situation...! Miles, it's not safe here! Get everyone out of here!
Edgeworth:
Everyone, get away from that room right now! There's... poison gas coming out from it!
April 2, 10:42 AMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Mr. Shields. How is the victim?
Ray:
It looks like he breathed in a little too much of that poison gas... He's still unconscious. According to the doctor in the ambulance, there are no external injuries or any other wounds. Thanks to our fortunate timing, we were able to save him before he was too far gone... ...but he's not out of the woods yet. He's currently being treated by a specialist in the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
I see... Mr. Shields, is he an acquaintance of yours?
Ray:
Yeah, you could say that. He's Dane Gustavia. He was involved in the IS-7 Incident.
Edgeworth:
The pastry chef? (So he was involved in the case 18 years ago.)
Ray:
At least the other guy is doing alright. Is he a friend of yours, Miles?
Edgeworth:
...Yes, you could say that. It is unfortunate you were not hurt, Larry.
Larry:
What's "you could say that" supposed to mean, Edgey!? How could you treat a childhood friend like that? That's just cruel! And also, when I'm dressed like this, I'm called Laurice Deauxnim, y'know. So don't call me "Larry," It's "Laurice!"
Edgeworth:
(This man is Larry Butz. He's nothing but trouble, but he's been one of my friends since grade school. Some time ago, he awakened to the calling of art and assumed the alias "Laurice Deauxnim"... ...but a Butz by any other name would smell just as much.)
Ray:
Really? You two are childhood friends? I better report that to your old man, too. I'm sure it will bring him joy. He was always worried about you not being able to make friends.
Larry:
Good for you, Edgey! Aren't you glad to have a bosom buddy like me?
Edgeworth:
(My father was worried about something like that...?) But anyway, what are you doing in a place like this, Larry?
Larry:
How many times do I have to tell you, Edgey!? I'm "Laurice"!
Edgeworth:
What. Are you doing. In a place. Like this!?
Larry:
Yikes! Don't glare at me when you talk!
Edgeworth:
So are you going to tell me?
Larry:
Isn't it obvious? I've come here to study art! I'm going to take Mandy on a date here, so I was just doing some scouting beforehand!
Edgeworth:
(Aren't you just using art as an excuse to go on a date...?)
Ray:
Not bad, Laurice! Maybe you can introduce some pretty girls to me next time.
Larry:
Oh, now you're talkin' my language, dude!
Edgeworth:
(...I think I'm getting a headache.)
Ray:
By the way, Laurice... Did you notice anything strange when you found the victim?
Larry:
Nah... not really.
Edgeworth:
Nothing that would make you say, "I saw something that no one should ever have to see"?
Larry:
Oh, yeah... That. I was just surprised when I saw that old dude fall down out of nowhere like that. I didn't do anything this time, for once!
Edgeworth:
...Is that anything to brag about!?
???:
Visitors, we wish to deeply apologize for the disturbance. I am the curator of this museum. My name is Katherine Hall.
Edgeworth:
(She's also one of the people involved in the IS-7 Incident...!)
Ray:
Hello there, Ms. Kate.
Kate:
Monsieur Shields, thank you for your continued assistance.
Edgeworth:
(She was the woman we saw at the reception. So she's the curator here...)
Kate:
We apologize for the inconvenience, especially since it's the opening day...
Ray:
No, no. You don't have to apologize for a thing, Ms. Kate. Ah... I almost forgot. Let me introduce you to someone. This is Miles Edgeworth. ...He's Gregory Edgeworth's son.
Kate:
Oh! Monsieur Edgeworth's...! ♬ Oh! How wonderfuuuuuul! I meeeet the soooooon... Afteeer eighteeeeen years...! ♪ ♪ It is an honor to meet youuu! Deefeensee attooorneyyyy Miles Edgewooooooorth! ♬
Ray:
Wow, that was amazing! You still got that golden voice, Ms. Kate.
Edgeworth:
...Actually, I'm a prosecutor.
Kate:
Oh, so you are a prosecutor? My most sincere apologies, Monsieur Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(This woman is very polite, but... slightly odd.)
Larry:
U-Uh... Katey! Could I get your autograph right here, pretty please?
Kate:
Yes... if you so desire.
Edgeworth:
Why do you want her autograph?
Larry:
Hey! Don't tell me... You don't know who she is?
Ray:
My, my. You really don't keep up with the entertainment news, do you, Miles?
Edgeworth:
(What...? What is this unbearable atmosphere!?)
Ray:
She's a superstar actress who's been in tons of musicals and movies. She's a great singer too.
Kate:
*giggle*... Currently, I am the curator of this museum. I have already retired from the stage. I finished filming my role for my last movie a few days ago. My costars also said that they would come here once I opened the doors. ...And here you are, Monsieur Artiste. I return this to you.
Larry:
Thanks a bunch, Katey! I'll treasure it for the rest of my life!
Ray:
Well, well. Looks like me and Laurice share the same interests.
Edgeworth:
(...So I gathered.) Larry, you said you're here to study art. Why don't you practice drawing as well? ...Since you're here at Ms. Hall's art museum.
Kate:
Oh! It would be an honor to have Monsieur Artiste sketch our exhibits.
Larry:
Oh, I guess even you have some good ideas every now and then, Edgey! I'll do a bit of sketching for Katey here!
Kate:
Hee hee... what an amusing person.
Edgeworth:
...Forgive the disturbance. Incidentally, who was the woman that was with you earlier?
Kate:
That was Madame Delicia Scones. She is currently assisting in the treatment of Monsieur Gustavia in the infirmary. Even though I said "infirmary", since this is an art museum now, it is only provisional. As I am the only staff member working here, I cannot take a leave of my duties for too long.
Edgeworth:
Delicia Scones... I believe we have heard that name before, Mr. Shields.
Ray:
Yep. Looks like the whole gang from the IS-7 Incident is here. Well. ...I doubt that's a coincidence.
Edgeworth:
......
Kate:
...Monsieur Shields. Monsieur Edgeworth. Would you care for some hot tea?
Ray:
Oh! Ms. Kate's tea. That takes me back.
Edgeworth:
...Yes, if you please.
...*clatter, clatter*...
Kate:
Now, I must take my leave. I must explain the situation to the other visitors.
Ray:
Alright, thanks for everything.
Edgeworth:
(This smells like... Ceylon tea. I should drink it before it cools.) Oh... This Ceylon tea is of very high quality. And this aroma of citrus...
Ray:
"Does wonders for your concentration," right?
Edgeworth:
!
Ray:
He he he, your old man said the exact same thing 18 years ago. But the saucers back then were chilled. Today they're warm.
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. A-Anyway... Don't you think this current situation is rather unusual?
Ray:
You mean how everyone involved in the case 18 years ago has gathered at this museum?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I would like to be in charge of this case, if at all possible...
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Are you OK!?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Mr. Shields! I came here as fast as I could when I heard that you were done in by the poison gas!
Ray:
Ohh! My sweet honey Kay! How about a hug after being parted for so long?
Kay:
No. Geez! So you're perfectly fine? I can't believe you made us worry so much!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe... What is the meaning of bringing Kay here?
Gumshoe:
I-I'm sorry, sir! I knew the gas was dangerous, so I tried to stop her... But no matter how much I ran and ran and and ran and ran, I couldn't gain any ground...
Kay:
...He he heh, when it comes to running away, no one is faster than the Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
(But you weren't running away from here...)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, I'm all set, sir! I'll start investigating the crime scene! Since there might still be traces of gas in the room, I'll have to ask everyone to wait here.
Edgeworth:
Very well. I'm counting on you.
Ray:
Good luck in there, flatfoot!
Kay:
Wow. Gummy's so cool! He's just like a detective!
Edgeworth:
(...But that's what he is...)
Edgeworth:
...Yes, Edgeworth here.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! It looks like the poison gas has dissipated, sir!
Edgeworth:
Detective, calmly explain the state of the Autumn Palace.
Gumshoe:
Yessir! I'll start with the exhibits. On the left, there's a statue with two people. And on the right, there's a statue of an animal with two horns.
Edgeworth:
(A statue of two people and a statue of an animal with horns... Isn't that the exact same thing I saw in the Winter Palace just a while ago...?)
Gumshoe:
Also, the room is wet with water thanks to the sprinkler system! That also prevented the gas from harming everyone else.
Edgeworth:
The sprinkler system... Was there a fire in the room?
Gumshoe:
There are no signs of a fire, and the fire alarm hasn't gone off either, sir. The sprinklers in this museum are the kind that detects both smoke and fire. If it detects smoke, it will send an alert to the security room. I think the poison gas might have set off the alarm in the security room, sir.
Edgeworth:
Was there anyone in the security room at the time?
Gumshoe:
The only one working here is the curator, Ms. Katherine Hall, sir. She has been in the reception booth, opposite the security room ever since the museum opened.
Edgeworth:
Did Ms. Hall turn on the sprinklers?
Gumshoe:
The sprinkler system can only be operated manually from the security room, sir. If it had been automatic, it would have sprayed water all over the exhibits. Since the system is manual, the situation can be examined and the exhibits moved if need be.
Edgeworth:
(I guess there would be more priority over the exhibits than the building. Only at a museum.)
Gumshoe:
Brrrr... But it's way too cold in this room, sir! Isn't this supposed to be the Autumn Palace? It feels more like the dead of winter in here!
Edgeworth:
The Autumn Palace... is "cold"?
Gumshoe:
I checked the thermostat earlier, and it was set to 27℉! I couldn't believe it!
Edgeworth:
(Why would the Autumn Palace be set to the same temperature as the Winter Palace...?)
Gumshoe:
That's about all I know for now, sir. If I figure out anything else, I'll give you another call!
Edgeworth:
I see. I'm counting on you, Detective.
April 2, 11:15 AMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Kay:
What did Gummy say?
Edgeworth:
...He said it feels more like winter in the Autumn Palace.
Kay:
? I don't get it!
Edgeworth:
I haven't been able to enter the room personally... ...but it should be possible to look inside ater the police have finished investigating.
Ray:
Hmm. I'd like to know what it's like in there myself.
Kay:
Isn't there anyone else who knows about the incident?
Ray:
Aah! There is someone! Miles' friend, right!
Kay:
Friend...?
Edgeworth:
(Though he's such a nuisance, we have no choice but to listen to what he has to say for now...)
Kay:
Wait, you mean...!
Larry:
Oh! You're here too Kay! You're looking as cute as ever!
Kay:
Eheheh. Long time no see! It's Larry... isn't it!
Larry:
...Kay, right now my name is "Laurice"... I'm an artist, that's why.
Kay:
Ah, so that's your pen name! Laurice, the artist formerly known as Larry!
Larry:
Wow, you really are a good girl, Kay! ...Nothing like Edgey here.
Edgeworth:
..... Larry. I have many things I need to ask you.
Larry:
What's this! Don't tell me you suspect me again! You're gonna say because I was first on the scene, I must be the culprit, aren't you!?
Edgeworth:
...I never said anything like that. I only want you to tell me what you saw. You said you "saw something that no one should ever have to see", did you not?
Larry:
BUUUUT! Now I'm saying I didn't see nothing, and I didn't do nothing! ....Probably.
Ray:
Oh my, he didn't seem so confident at the end there.
Edgeworth:
...There are somewhat troublesome circumstances surrounding this man. The saying "When something smells, it's usually the Butz" still holds true, 26 years on. One could say his tendency to attract trouble is legendary. (It seems he's done something troublesome, without even realizing it himself... ...I'll just have to try and extract the truth from him.)
Edgeworth:
My goal is to expose whatever Larry is hiding. However...
Larry:
I didn't see nothing, I didn't do nothing!
3 CHESS PIECES
Edgeworth:
(Larry is an extremely restless and troublesome man. Until he cools down, I'll just wait and see.) First, I'll ask him about his goal. This isn't something I can't handle. I'll finish this quickly.
Begin Logic Chess
Why did you come here?
Leads to:
"What was your purpose for coming to the art gallery?"
Edgeworth:
What was your purpose for coming to the art gallery?
Larry:
What!? Are you saying that I don't belong in an art gallery!?
You don't belong here!
Edgeworth:
Larry! The statement you just made is full of problems!
Larry:
What's with you Edgey? Isn't that the case... with all my statements!?
Edgeworth:
H-He's suddenly serious...! (That was an unnecessary statement.) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Larry:
Hey! If you're not gonna talk, hold that pose so I can paint your portrait! And then, I'll scribble all over the portrait I drew of you.
Your paintings are all scribbles.
Edgeworth:
Larry! The statement you just made is full of problems!
Larry:
What's with you Edgey? Isn't that the case... with all my statements!?
Edgeworth:
H-He's suddenly serious...! (That was an unnecessary statement.) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........."
Edgeworth:
.........
Larry:
I-I was just joking. I would never scribble over my paintings, of course. They're works of art, after all!
Edgeworth:
I don't think any of your works would qualify as "art".
Larry:
Don't look down on me! There are people who recognize my skills as an artist!
Those people are blind.
Edgeworth:
Larry! The statement you just made is full of problems!
Larry:
What's with you Edgey? Isn't that the case... with all my statements!?
Edgeworth:
H-He's suddenly serious...! (That was an unnecessary statement.) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........"
Edgeworth:
........
Larry:
Mandy is my girlfriend, but it's really my paintings she fell in love with! That's why, I'll sketch anything my girlfriend likes!
Edgeworth:
Then, why are you here on your own today?
Larry:
So what! Can't a guy with a girlfriend spend some time alone!?
Go spend time with her!
Edgeworth:
Larry! The statement you just made is full of problems!
Larry:
What's with you Edgey? Isn't that the case... with all my statements!?
Edgeworth:
H-He's suddenly serious...! (That was an unnecessary statement.) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........"
Edgeworth:
........
Larry:
Mandy said she's a Gemini. I thought she'd be happy if I showed her a sketch of it on our next date.
Edgeworth:
Do you really have that much confidence in the sketch?
Larry:
Well... I'm not so confident about this one. But I thought she would be happy... if I did a sketch of her astrological sign.
You came to see the Gemini Sculpture?
Leads to:
"Hmph... I see. That's just like you."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I see. That's just like you. To impress Mandy, you came here to see the Gemini Sculpture, didn't you?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Larry:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAT! How'd you find out!?
Edgeworth:
Because you just unknowingly told me everything!
Larry:
W-Well then, I'm not saying another word from now on!
Edgeworth:
He's finally decided to remain silent. In that case, I'll be more relentless in my questioning. I'll try to find out what he was doing here at the art gallery. I'll expose his true motives. This shouldn't take long!
What did you do at the art gallery?
Leads to:
"You... just what did you do in this art gallery!?"
Edgeworth:
You... just what did you do in this art gallery!?
Larry:
Wh-What's with that glare...!? I-I don't really remember anything. I didn't have a pamphlet... so I just loitered around the Fountain Patio.
You forgot to get a pamphlet?
Leads to:
"Don't they give you a pamphlet at the reception booth after you pay the admission fee?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Don't they give you a pamphlet at the reception booth after you pay the admission fee?
Larry:
Huh? Oh... is that right? So... the admission wasn't free, huh...?
You didn't pay?
Leads to:
"Don't tell me... you sneaked in here without paying!?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me... you sneaked in here without paying!?
Larry:
I'm sooooooooorry! I-I didn't mean to do anything bad! I-It's just... there was no one at the reception booth... That's why... I thought you could come in here for free!
Ms. Hall wasn't there?
Leads to:
"Ms. Hall wasn't at the reception booth?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hall wasn't at the reception booth?
Larry:
Yeah. It didn't look like there was anyone on the other side of the desk.
Edgeworth:
Come to think of it... Gumshoe did say something about that. Ms. Hall was busy activating the sprinklers from the security room. Because of the incident, she had to leave the reception booth.
Larry:
Poor Katey... She went to all that trouble to open up the palace. And now, the art gallery's star attraction, the "Winter Palace" is completely ruined...
You know about the Winter Palace?
Leads to:
"You're certainly well-informed about the Winter Palace, for someone without a pamphlet."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You're certainly well-informed about the Winter Palace, for someone without a pamphlet. The Winter Palace is where your goal, the Gemini Sculpture, is located... You had your sights set on the Winter Palace from the beginning, didn't you?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Larry:
Whaaaaaaaat? H-How'd you find me out again!? That's right! My goal was to see the Gemini Sculpture! From the very beginning, the Winter Palace was the very reason why I came here!
Edgeworth:
He confessed quite easily... You can never tell anything with this man. Next, I'll ask for further information regarding the Winter Palace. ...He may still have some fight left in him. I'll watch his reactions, and extract the information I need!
Did you enter the Winter Palace?
Edgeworth:
Larry... Did you also enter the Winter Palace?
Larry:
Wh-What's with... that look of distrust...!? Sure, I tried going in, but...
You couldn't get in?
Leads to:
"You tried to go in... but you weren't actually able to, right?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You tried to go in... but you weren't actually able to, right?
Larry:
Yeah... that's about right. I wanted to go in, but... Then that old geezer collapsed... I was a little freaked out.
It was because of the victim?
Leads to:
"So you couldn't get in because the victim of the poison gas collapsed?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
So you couldn't get in because the victim of the poison gas collapsed?
Larry:
Yeah. He fell right out of the Winter Palace.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? I'm sure the victim emerged from the Autumn Palace...)
Larry:
If it weren't for that poison gas incident... ...I'd be in there sketching the Gemini Sculpture right now!
Edgeworth:
Larry must have mistaken the Autumn Palace for the Winter Palace... That aside, it seems his goal was to sketch the sculpture. Heh... this should be a useful clue.
Leads back to first
Did you enter the Winter Palace? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
What did you see in the Winter Palace?
Edgeworth:
Larry. Did you see anything in the Winter Palace?
Larry:
You're still hung up on that? Didn't I say that I didn't see anything? I started to think that it wasn't such a good idea to come to the art gallery. I needed to leave soon to meet with my girlfriend.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. Maybe I should try another line of attack...
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Perhaps I should try using that clue...?"
I have no more use for you.
Edgeworth:
I have no more use for you... Leave, now!
Larry:
...Huh? Really? You're actually letting me go? Well, I need to go to meet Mandy anyway.
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! That was a mistake.
Larry:
Edgey! You need to take responsibility for what you say!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhooooooh! (I'm being lectured by HIM!) Please... I'd like to ask you a few more questions.
Larry:
...Fine. But you'll have to treat me to dinner.
Edgeworth:
Ngh... (I need to be careful not to make careless statements...)
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I should try using that clue...?
What about your sketch?
Leads to:
"You came here to sketch the sculpture for your girlfriend, did you not?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You came here to sketch the sculpture for your girlfriend, did you not? I don't think you would give up that easily! Even after the victim collapsed, you could still see inside the room from the outside, right?
Larry:
W-Well, I may have gotten a tiny glimpse, but... ...there's no evidence... that I saw something scary in there, right...?
You saw "something scary"?
Leads to:
"My, my... I'm disappointed it turned out to be this simple."
You covered your eyes?
Edgeworth:
Larry! The statement you just made is full of problems!
Larry:
What's with you Edgey? Isn't that the case... with all my statements!?
Edgeworth:
H-He's suddenly serious...! (That was an unnecessary statement.) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
...........
Larry:
Huh? What? If you're not gonna talk, I'm going back to my sketching!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and feelings, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
My, my... I'm disappointed it turned out to be this simple. Larry. You saw "something scary" at the crime scene, didn't you!?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Larry:
U-Uw-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Edgey! You! Can you read my mind!? In that case... there's no point in keeping any more secrets from you!
Edgeworth:
...You just told me everything of your own accord. That was a complete waste of time, but, finally... It's checkmate.
Logic Chess Complete
Larry:
I had my eyes fixed on the Gemini Sculpture...!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You've mentioned the Gemini Sculpture many times now, but... I don't believe the sculpture you saw was the Gemini one.
Larry:
Wh-What!? Was it a mirage then?
Edgeworth:
(Larry mistakenly thought he saw the Winter Palace.) This piece of evidence shows what Larry really saw!
Present Art Gallery Pamphlet
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Take a look at this pamphlet."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence shows what you really saw!
Larry:
...Y'know, you really shouldn't put that much faith in your sense of aesthetics. If you'd like, I could teach you a thing or two about art.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! I-It's fine! (So it's not this piece of evidence... Larry mistakenly thought he saw the Winter Palace. But what he saw was not the Gemini Sculpture from the Winter Palace! I must have evidence that proves that...!)
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence shows what Larry really saw!"
Edgeworth:
Take a look at this pamphlet. In the Autumn Palace... The Pisces, Capricorn, Aries, and Aquarius sculptures are displayed. Incidentally, I can confirm that the Gemini Sculpture is located in the Winter Palace. Therefore, the sculpture you saw could not have been the Gemini one!
Larry:
......I knew it.
Edgeworth:
(...Hm. I expected him to be a bit more shocked at the news...)
Larry:
I thought it was kinda strange. I know I saw a single goddess. ...And that transformation was no mirage.
Edgeworth:
..."Transformation", you say?
Larry:
Oh! You're curious too, Edgey? Well, nothing for it, guess I'll have to show you!
Edgeworth:
...Show me? What, exactly?
Larry:
I drew a picture of the very scene I saw back then! But, I really can't believe what I drew.
Kay:
Picture, what picture?
Larry:
This one, right here!
Edgeworth:
Wh... What! What is this disturbing picture!? Is that sculpture weeping tears of blood?
Kay:
Laurice! ...This picture is scary!
Larry:
Kay! It scared me too! This Gemini Sculpture suddenly transformed into a goddess right before my eyes. I couldn't help but scream.
Edgeworth:
(...So the victim collapsing wasn't what surprised him.) What do you mean when you say "transformed"?
Larry:
I don't really understand it myself! The lower half of its body just turned into a fish!
Ray:
A fish goddess... That would be the Pisces Sculpture, wouldn't it. In mythology, Pisces represents the fish that a goddess and her son transform into.
Kay:
Really! So Pisces isn't just a couple of ordinary fish?
Larry:
Edgey... you don't think that sculpture is cursed, do you? Those tears of blood turned the Gemini Sculpture into a fish.
Edgeworth:
...Preposterous. You simply mistook the Pisces Sculpture for the Gemini one.
Pisces Sketch data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Oh. You put the sketch in your Organizer?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Even a sketch like this can be used as scrap paper, after all.
Larry:
How could you!
Ray:
But, it's strange. Why did only the lower half of the sculpture transform? Uncle Ray is a bit curious about what went on in the Autumn Palace.
Edgeworth:
(Indeed... I wonder if someone tampered with the Pisces Sculpture.) Yes. Edgeworth here.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! We've finished searching the room! The poison gas isn't a threat anymore, so you can enter the crime scene!
Edgeworth:
Right. Good work, Detective. ...It seems we can enter the Autumn Palace now.
Ray:
Nice timing, Mr. Detective.
Kay:
Let's go right now! I wanna see the Pisces Sculpture!
Larry:
If Kay's going, I'm going too.
Edgeworth:
(...I was planning on bringing him along anyway.) Right then, let's proceed to the Autumn Palace.
Edgeworth:
So this is the Autumn Palace... (It certainly does resemble the Winter Palace.)
Gumshoe:
I've been waiting, sir! ...Huh? Aren't you... that Harry Butz guy!
Larry:
Wrong! I'm Laurice Deauxnim!
Edgeworth:
.....Never mind that, Detective. Your report, if you please.
Gumshoe:
...Roger that, sir! Err... We discovered a used gas burner during our investigation. The nozzle was still warm when we found it, so it may be related to the incident.
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. (Was it used to heat something?)
Used Gas Burner data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Was that ladder always there on the ground?
Gumshoe:
It was probably used by the person who set off the poison gas. The poison gas was released when someone lifted the lid off that glass case, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hm...? ! The Pisces Sculpture...!
Gumshoe:
Huh? Seems like you know about it, sir. Well then, do you know what the sculpture next to it is?
Edgeworth:
Since we're in the Autumn Palace, it would probably be the Capricorn Sculpture.
Gumshoe:
As expected of Mr. Edgeworth! I thought it was Taurus myself. I was thrown off as it was covered by this weird cloth!
Ray:
The fluorescent cloth! I wonder what it's doing here.
Edgeworth:
(Evidence from the IS-7 Incident...!)
Fluorescent Cloth data jotted down in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
No matter what it is or how it got here... The sculptures in this room are all covered with this fluorescent cloth.
Examine evidence
Blue cloth of Fluorescent Cloth
Edgeworth:
A blue cloth... I guess this kind of relaxing color is nice once in awhile.
Ray:
Miles. You're starting to sound like your old man.
Edgeworth:
(I don't want to hear that from Mr. Shields...)
Glowing cloth of Fluorescent Cloth
Edgeworth:
The cloth is glowing with a light blue aura.
Ray:
According to the detective's report, it was wrapped around the statue like this.
Edgeworth:
...So it would seem. (How is this related to our case?)
Switches on machine of Fluorescent Cloth
Edgeworth:
According to Mr. Shields, this allows you to change the color of the cloth. Let me try it out. Hmm. The cloth has started to glow.
Kay:
And because they're hidden, it makes me want to see them even more.
Gumshoe:
Let's take a look! I'll just get this cloth off.
Kay:
Wow! They're beautiful!
Edgeworth:
You don't think... the "transformation" Larry saw... Was, in fact, the moment the cloth wrapped around the lower half of Pisces fell...?
Larry:
See, Edgey! It wasn't a mirage or a mistake after all!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Ray:
Hey... Miles. There sure is something strange about this room. It looks exactly the same as the Winter Palace we were in just a moment ago.
Edgeworth:
...Yes. I agree. Perhaps the sculptures were hidden to make it look like the Winter Palace. If you wrap the cloth around the lower half of the Pisces Sculpture, it looks like Gemini.
Ray:
Capricorn is a half-fish too. Hide the lower half and it resembles Taurus. The remaining two, which couldn't be altered with trickery, were covered up.
Edgeworth:
The Autumn Palace was made to look like the Winter Palace. So it seems... Mr. Shields. It looks like we'll need to conduct an investigation of the Autumn Palace too.
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste and Judge Courtney...!
Debeste:
Hey, hey, hey! You guys again!? This is a problem. You see, this is MY crime scene.
Courtney:
Mr. Edgeworth... it seems my power is insufficient. If you're here, then it would appear that you still haven't understood my warnings.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Courtney:
Furthermore... you know full well your reckless actions will cause trouble for that detective. In the name of the Goddess of Law, I must pass judgement.
Gumshoe:
You've got it all wrong, pal! I was the one who asked Mr. Edgeworth to investigate!
Debeste:
Really? Well then, flatfoot, I'll have to do "that".
Gumshoe:
"That"...?
Debeste:
Yeah, "that"... err. Right! Cut your salary! Looking forward to your next payday!? I've always wanted to say that!
Gumshoe:
Uugh... You're the last person I want cutting my salary, pal.
Edgeworth:
Hold it, Debeste. I am only cooperating with the police as a witness to this incident. ...Detective Gumshoe is not to blame.
Debeste:
Hmmm. So that's how it is. Well then, should I be raising his salary?
Edgeworth:
...No, that's not what I meant.
Gumshoe:
But, it would be really nice to get my salary raised.
Courtney:
Your mercy is deeply moving, Sebastian. But past transgressions must lead to future judgement. Prosecutor Edgeworth, and all in his company. Depart at once from this holy site.
Kay:
B-But that's! We only just got here!
Courtney:
The one given the Goddess of Law's blessing for this incident was Sebastian.
Edgeworth:
In other words, Mr. Debeste is the prosecutor in charge of this case...
Debeste:
That's right, Mr. Edgeworth. Your opening performance is over! Besides, I've already got my eyes set on the culprit!
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaat!? Wh-Who, pal?
Debeste:
Well, naturally! ...That artist!
Larry:
M... Me? Hey! What's going on Edgey!
Edgeworth:
Don't ask me. I can't understand his reasoning.
Debeste:
Tsk tsk tsk... If you can't understand how the best prosecutor thinks, it simply shows how inculpable you are.
Edgeworth:
(It seems he doesn't know what "inculpable" even means...)
Courtney:
...That's right, Sebastian. Prosecutor Edgeworth is quite "incapable".
Debeste:
Umm. Yes! He's incapable!
Kay:
...She just nonchalantly corrected him.
Debeste:
Don't underestimate my intelligence gathering skills! I just came from the infirmary and asked the doctor there... ...about the cause of the poison gas!
Edgeworth:
...And what was the cause?
Debeste:
Err. Some "normal" substance... What was its name again? H-Hold on a second. I'll call the doctor to make sure.
Courtney:
Since Sebastian is on the phone, I'll answer for him.
Kay:
...In that case why didn't you tell us before he called?
Courtney:
The poison gas was caused by the mixing of two different types of chemicals. Their names are Normallium and Fatallium.
Kay:
So, what are those chemicals exactly?
Courtney:
Normallium is a red liquid that's commonly used in everyday products. It can be found in paint and detergent, among other things, but it is not toxic by itself.
Edgeworth:
...So you're saying that it's a substance readily available to anyone.
Courtney:
Yes. But Fatallium, on the other hand, is not so easy to obtain.
Kay:
Its name sure sounds dangerous. What's it used for?
Courtney:
It is the active ingredient of a white pesticide known as Megatoxin X. Fatallium itself also has a deep white color, but it's not readily sold in stores. It's nearly impossible to obtain domestically. Right now, we are looking into how this chemical was obtained.
Poison Gas data jotted down in my Organizer.
Debeste:
OK! I've finally found out the names of those chemicals!
Edgeworth:
...Judge Courtney has already told us. We don't need to hear it again.
Debeste:
Eh. ...Fine, then. I'll cut to the chase! You know that Normallium from the poison gas is also used in paint, right? Today, out of everyone who visited the art gallery, the only one carrying paint... ...was that artist!
Larry:
Y-You're treating me as the culprit just because of that!
Debeste:
I object... to the red paint on the palette you're carrying!
Larry:
Hey, Edgey... Don't you think this prosecutor is kind of an idiot?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Although I've known him for a short time, his logic is always absurd.
Debeste:
Hey! Don't ignore me!
Courtney:
It's alright, Sebastian. They're only doing it because they're afraid of you. Like the first star to appear at night, show us reasoning that shines the best.
Debeste:
The first star shines best... Not bad. Hey, you guys better listen up too!
-- Mr. Debeste's Shining Logic --
Debeste:
That artist was the "first" to discover the victim, so naturally he's the "best" suspect!
The poison gas was caused by Normallium, a chemical found in paint, right?
As he was carrying paint near the victim, he would've had the "best" chance.
The paint, along with being the first witness! ...That pretty much proves he's the culprit!
Debeste:
...So! What do you think, Justine?
Courtney:
...We cannot ignore the possibility. Well then, Mr. Artist. Please tell us the truth. Did you leave red paint at the crime scene? Or else... Did you cause the poison gas to go off?
Larry:
The only thing I leave behind is my "bond of love" with you...
Courtney:
...Please watch what you say. My gavel is already prepared to declare you guilty.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Please pay no heed to this man's statements.
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Hey, hey, you guys! Ignoring my reasoning just because it's flawless won't do you any good. Mr. Edgeworth, if you've already admitted defeat, you should take your leave!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Even though I don't really have time to deal with your ridiculous reasoning...
Rebuttal
-- Mr. Debeste's Shining Logic --
Debeste:
That artist was the "first" to discover the victim, so naturally he's the "best" suspect!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Indeed, at first glance this man seems suspicious, however...
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
At "first" glance...? Ugh... What's with that "first" all of a sudden! You! Are you trying to steal my spot as the star that shines "best"!?
Larry:
Huh? Would that make me the "best" artist?
Edgeworth:
...Larry! Don't make this any more confusing than it already is! Mr. Debeste, continue your reasoning, now!
Debeste:
The poison gas was caused by Normallium, a chemical found in paint, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Apparently, Normallium is used in many everyday products.
Debeste:
Right! So the red paint is definitely suspicious!
Kay:
But, it's also used in things other than paint, right?
Debeste:
Hm. I guess you have a point. ...What do you think, Justine?
Courtney:
That's right. Normallium is also used in detergent, for example.
Edgeworth:
In other words... it might not have been paint that caused the gas.
Debeste:
Th-That's not true! Let me finish my reasoning!
Present Poison Gas
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Debeste. Your logic is more akin to a shooting star than a shining star."
Debeste:
As he was carrying paint near the victim, he would've had the "best" chance.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Even if paint is the cause of the poison gas, that does not mean he is guilty.
Debeste:
Ha ha! Well then, if the paint is NOT the cause, that doesn't mean he's innocent either!
Kay:
Now he's just trying to sound clever. Mimicking what Mr. Edgeworth says won't make you look cool at all!
Edgeworth:
...Kay, please don't make my statements look bad.
Debeste:
Now then! It's about time... to wrap up my shining logic!
Debeste:
The paint, along with being the first witness! ...That pretty much proves he's the culprit!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you truly claim that Larry is the culprit based on just that?
Debeste:
Huh? You got a problem with that? ...If you have a problem, then present evidence!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. It looks like he really wants you to do that.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Then I will do as he wishes and present evidence.
Edgeworth:
It seems he doesn't pay much attention to what other people are saying. There is a clear contradiction in Mr. Debeste's logic.
Kay:
Why'd he even bother making the phone call?
Edgeworth:
(I'll finish this quickly. ...This is a waste of time.)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. Your logic is more akin to a shooting star than a shining star.
Debeste:
He heh. It shines the best like a shooting star, right?
Edgeworth:
...It may shine brightly for a brief moment, but then it burns itself out. The poison gas originated from inside the glass case of the Pisces Sculpture.
Debeste:
Exactly! So that's where the artist set off the gas, right? He used the Normallium in his red paint!
Edgeworth:
As your senior, let me give you one piece of advice. Listen to the explanations of others. The poison gas was caused by mixing both Normallium and Fatallium together. The Normallium contained in the red paint is not enough by itself.
Debeste:
.....Really? But I thought I heard that "Normallium caused the fatality"...
Edgeworth:
...Don't tell me you just misheard the forensic report!
Debeste:
D-Darn it!
Edgeworth:
By the time Larry discovered the victim, the room was already filled with poison gas. It is time for you to realize how incapable you really are!
Debeste:
Hey! What do you mean by "incapable"!?
Kay:
You tried to use that word earlier, and you still don't know what it means...
Courtney:
He means to say... you are lacking in ability.
Edgeworth:
Incidetally, "inculpable" has a completely different meaning.
Debeste:
.....I get it! You're making fun of me again, aren't you!
Edgeworth:
I am merely saying you were incapable in your investigation.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Before you insult Sebastian, I still have some doubts about your own statement.
Edgeworth:
...What kind of doubts?
Courtney:
For all we know, Mr. Artist could have simply entered the Autumn Palace at an earlier time.
Edgeworth:
...That's...!
Courtney:
Moreover, do you have evidence that the red paint is unrelated to the case?
Edgeworth:
...The most important thing now is not the red paint. The red Normallium and the white Fatallium... Exactly how were these two substances mixed? I believe that is our main concern.
Courtney:
Naturally. It was Sebastian's job to investigate that. ...Were it not for your interference, we would have found that out by now.
Edgeworth:
I never intended to interfere. On the contrary... I'd like to cooperate.
Debeste:
Don't tell me you're going to say you know the cause of the poison gas?
Edgeworth:
How the poison gas started... I have something that may shed some light on this matter.
Courtney:
Sebastian, do not fall for his bluff.
Debeste:
Come now, it's fine really. Let's hear what he's come up with.
Courtney:
.......If you say so, Sebastian.
Debeste:
Come on, show us! How did the poison gas start?
Present Pisces Sketch
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Surely you're not saying that this was the cause of poison gas?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Can you see this piece of evidence? It has traces of the poison gas's origin!
Courtney:
...Sebastian, don't get too close to Mr. Edgeworth. His foolish logic will make you dizzy... I find it poisonous, and even guilty.
Debeste:
.....
Edgeworth:
(He actually backed off...)
Kay:
Don't give up, Mr. Edgeworth! Keep using your poison tongue like you always do!
Edgeworth:
(I must have evidence that shows how the Normallium and Fatallium were mixed. Red Normallium and white Fatallium were mixed, huh.)
Leads back to:
"How did the poison gas start?"
Debeste:
Surely you're not saying that this was the cause of poison gas?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... It seems even you've noticed it.
Debeste:
Duh! It really stands out!
Edgeworth:
...Those red tears that Larry saw were undoubtedly Normallium.
Debeste:
Huh? Wait a second! If those were chemicals... Does that mean a ghost set off the poison gas?
Edgeworth:
(...I don't have time to play along with him.) The red tears of Normallium... could not have triggered the poison gas by itself. That red liquid was mixed inside the case to create the poison gas.
Debeste:
What!? Just where do you see evidence that the chemicals were mixed!?
Edgeworth:
That can also be seen in this sketch. Here is the evidence! (Show evidence that the two chemicals were mixed!)
Present pink puddle
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A pink liquid can be seen flowing out from under the case of the Pisces Sculpture."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The proof... is right here!
Debeste:
...It seems the truth has been made as clear as black and white. You really are just a bluffing fool!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! (To be called that by Mr. Debeste of all people... As clear as black and white... it's not quite that simple. If you mixed white and red, naturally... their color should change.)
Leads back to:
"Here is the evidence! (Show evidence that the two chemicals were mixed!)"
Edgeworth:
A pink liquid can be seen flowing out from under the case of the Pisces Sculpture. This is proof that the two chemicals were mixed!
Debeste:
H-Hold on a second! I still don't get it. How does this show that Normallium and Fatallium were mixed?
Edgeworth:
Since we have a self-proclaimed artist here, I'll let him explain. Larry. You fancy yourself an artist, so you should know about mixing paint, right? ...What do you add to red to make pink?
Larry:
Don't take me for a fool, Edgey! I'll have you know I graduated from middle school! You add white to red to make pink, it's common knowledge! Well, technically there's "rose pink", "baby pink" and several others...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That's enough. Now do you understand, Mr. Debeste?
Debeste:
Ah! ...That's how it is! By mixing red Normallium with white Fatallium... ...you get a pink liquid!
Edgeworth:
Yes, exactly. (Took him long enough...)
Debeste:
Hmmm. .....I see.
Kay:
It looks like Mr. Debeste finally gets it.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. You have merely presented one possibility... Do we really know if the color was the result of the two chemicals mixed together? Furthermore, this sketch was drawn by the suspect. I cannot put much faith into it.
Larry:
I just painted what I saw! How could that be a lie!
Courtney:
Mr. Artist. I did not permit you to speak.
Larry:
Ugh... So cold... But that's part of her charm!
Edgeworth:
...Of course, I intend to bring the truth to light immediately.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
It would not be wise to jeopardize your position even further. Aren't you going to answer my question from before? How do you know that Mr. Artist did not enter the Autumn Palace? If you cannot prove this, there is no room for you to argue any further.
Gumshoe:
Hey! Couldn't we find that out if we talked to the victim, pal?
Courtney:
...The victim, Dane Gustavia, remains unconscious and in critical condition.
Gumshoe:
...Ah, that's right.
Courtney:
Well then, Sebastian will be investigating the crime scene now. All of you, please vacate the premises.
Hold it!
Courtney:
...If you were to take a stand in court, you'd cause a lot of trouble for the presiding judge. Is there something you would like to say? .....Mr. Artist?
Larry:
Hold your horses, Ms. Cool Beauty!
Courtney:
...My name is Justine Courtney. Please don't address me by such a strange title.
Larry:
Oh, you finally told me your name. Pleased to meet you, Justy! I'm Laurice Deauxnim! But you can call me Laurice!
Courtney:
...Mr. Artist. Please get to the point.
Larry:
I just remembered something I haven't had a chance to say yet! When I first got to this room, it was locked, so I couldn't go in. But then, that old dude just suddenly fell through the door!
Courtney:
...It would appear that the palace rooms can be locked from the inside. But... just because you say it was so, doesn't mean the door was locked. Without proof, your statement holds no value.
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
Well, why not let Uncle Ray prove it for you.
Courtney:
Wha...!
Ray:
After all, we can confirm the room was locked too. Right, Miles?
Edgeworth:
...Yes. I remember as well.
Ray:
Hmm... The Winter Palace should be... Huh? It's... locked up. That's odd. They've already opened the museum.
Edgeworth:
Until the gas outbreak, no one could have entered this room.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Perhaps the suspect entered the room with the victim during the gas outbreak?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
As you can see, this man did not inhale any of the gas. If you examine his belongings, you'll find he wasn't carrying a gas mask either.
Courtney:
.....Is that so? Well then, I have no choice but to agree.
Edgeworth:
(...? That was easier than I expected.) Anyway... I presume this clears up any suspicion surrounding Larry? ...It seems Mr. Debeste's logic was off once again.
Debeste:
Wah hah hah. Not exactly. I just didn't have enough information, that's all. Therefore, my reasoning was just "before its time"!
Kay:
He sure has a grand way of saying that things didn't work out for him.
Courtney:
In that case, there is one more suspect who has yet to take the stand. ...Mr. Artist, you are free to go.
Larry:
Huh! But I wanted to talk to you a little more, Justy.
Courtney:
...Overruled.
Larry:
Your cold demeanor leaves me mesmerized all the more!
Edgeworth:
This other suspect is...
Courtney:
...a pharmacist by the name of Delicia Scones. It would have been difficult for this artist to obtain the Fatallium from Megatoxin X. ...But a pharmacist may have knowledge of how to do that.
Edgeworth:
!
Courtney:
The court will now take a 10 minute recess. Sebastian. It would be best if we brought her in quickly.
Debeste:
"Best" if we brought her quickly? Heh heh. Sounds good, leave it to me! Hey, Flatfoot! Keep up the investigation!
Gumshoe:
Ugh... Got it.
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me... Judge Courtney suspected her from the very beginning?
Kay:
So Mr. Debeste's logic wasn't any help at all.
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney... Just what is she thinking?)
To be continued.
April 2, 12:05 PMZodiac Art GalleryAutumn Palace
Kay:
She said it would only be a 10 minute recess. They sure are taking an awfully long time.
Debeste:
Ahem. Sorry to keep you waiting! Prosecutor Debeste presents Ms. Delicia Scones.
Delicia:
Yessie! You called, so here I am! It is I, Delicia Scones, the pharmacist who makes delicious drugs. But you can call me, Ms. Delicious!
Debeste:
And you can call me, "Mr. DeBestest."
Delicia:
Oi! Nice to meet you, Besty!
Edgeworth:
(They've gone straight to nicknames...)
Delicia:
Huh? That boy... reminds me of someone.
Ray:
He he he. This is Miles Edgeworth. ...He's Gregory's son.
Delicia:
Yessie! Nice to meet you, Miley.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Could you please not call me "Miley."
Delicia:
Ha ha ha! Meeting Greggy's boy... I guess it's a sign that I'm getting old.
Edgeworth:
(How old is this woman...?)
Courtney:
Sebastian. isn't there something you'd like to ask Ms. Pharmacist?
Debeste:
Oh. Right, yeah! Ms. Delicious, could you tell us the reason why you came to the gallery?
Delicia:
Yessie! I came to see the curator, Katey! I've been friends with her for 17 years, so I visit her quite often.
Courtney:
Is it true, Ms. Pharmacist, that you also assisted in the treatment of Mr. Gustavia?
Delicia:
I guess you could say that, although I only made the antidote for the doctor.
Kay:
Wow! You made the antidote on the spot?
Delicia:
Yessie! As long as I have the right ingredients, I can make any drug easily. The infirmary here is well equipped, you see. Instead of sending him to the hospital in critical condition, we treated him right away. I did all I could do. The rest... depends upon his body's ability to recover.
Debeste:
Do you know the victim, Ms. Delicious?
Delicia:
Yessie... although it's been 18 years since I last saw him. I only knew that he had become a world-famous pastry chef.
Debeste:
Eh! Is the victim that famous?
Delicia:
I heard on the news that he had won a competition for designing desserts.
Ray:
That reminds me, I do remember him mentioning something about studying design in Zheng Fa.
Courtney:
Now, let's get down to business. ...Ms. Pharmacist. Are you familiar with the drug, Megatoxin X?
Delicia:
Yessie! It's the drug that's used to kill "those things". It's "mega effective"! Because the effects are so potent, it's not avaliable to the general public.
Edgeworth:
What are "those things" you're referring to?
Delicia:
It's a drug for vanquishing the creatures that strike fear into the heart of a lady! ...The ones that often infest kitchens and the like.
Kay:
Ah... I think I know what she's talking about.
Courtney:
So, Ms. Pharmacist. May I ask you one more thing? Do you know what happens when you mix Normallium with Fatallium?
Delicia:
Yessie... I know. It's even written on the warning label for Megatoxin X: "Hazardous when mixed." When the two drugs are mixed together, a chemical reaction occurs and a gas is released. Inhaling a large amount of this gas can cause breathing difficulties... and even death. From the amount of poison gas Gusty breathed in, I think... ...there was probably at least 500 millilitres of each chemical in the gas.
Edgeworth:
(As expected of a pharmacist, she's very well informed.)
Delicia:
Normallium is an adhesive liquid that becomes hot as soon as heat is applied. It also has a red color and a minty fragrance. Due to its low cost, it's used everywhere! Fatallium is a white, watery liquid.
Courtney:
That's enough for now. ...As expected of a pharmacist. You're very knowledgeable.
Delicia:
Yessie! Of course I am. Megatoxin X is one of the chemicals that the company I work for produces!
Edgeworth:
...!
Delicia:
Ah... But! Not just anyone has access to it! It's so potent as a poison that it couldn't be sold to the public, after all.
Courtney:
Thank you... I think that's all I need to hear.
Edgeworth:
(Does Judge Courtney suspect her? What is she hiding behind that smile...)
Debeste:
Oh? Flatfoot. Have you made progress in the investigation or something?
Gumshoe:
Yeah... Let me tell you. The glass case that contained the sculptures can be opened by a mechanism in the lid.
Debeste:
Hmm. What strange cases.
Gumshoe:
The temperature in the cases can be lowered down to 0℉. The inside of the Pisces case was set to 27℉, so my hand nearly got stuck to the ice!
Debeste:
Good thing it didn't! ...So then?
Gumshoe:
From the lid of the Pisces case... ...we detected slight traces of Normallium!
Debeste:
Ehh! Not bad!
Delicia:
Huh? If the Normallium was in a glass case at a temperature of 27℉, then... ...it would have been frozen to the lid.
Debeste:
Ehh. Really? So... What happened?
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Debeste. Why don't we try borrowing the power of Kay's Little Thief? I think the circumstances will be easier to understand if we use our "Mr. Thief."
Debeste:
Hmph. So you really want to help me out that much? Fine! I'm not really sure how this all works, but... You, get on with it!
Kay:
I hate being bossed around by this guy, but to arrive at the truth, I'll do it!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
...Stop acting as you please. The Goddess of Law has no need of your power.
Ray:
Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud, Courtney-pie! We have approval of the prosecutor in charge, so what's the problem? Could it be, there's something the P.I.C. doesn't want us to find out?
Courtney:
......That's none of your concern. If you insist on participating in the investigation... ...then, let me check if you're qualified by asking you a question.
Edgeworth:
(...What is she planning?)
Courtney:
Who set off the poison gas? ...If you can answer me that, I'll allow you to work with us.
Ray:
...Well then, Miles. The person who opened the Pisces case and set off the gas... When you think about the circumstances, there's only one person it could have been.
Edgeworth:
Yes... Considering the circumstances, it's clear who it was.
Courtney:
So, please give me your answer. Who set off the poison gas?
Present Dane Gustavia profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There was no one in the Autumn Palace, other than the victim, Dane Gustavia."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The one who set off the gas is clearly... this person!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Clearly overruled.
Edgeworth:
No...!
Courtney:
As I suspected, you just aren't qualifi...
Ray:
Please wait, Courtney-pie! He was just joking. If you think about it carefully, it's obvious who caused the poison gas. Only "that person" was in the room at that time. ...Right, Miles?
Edgeworth:
U-Um, that's right.
Courtney:
...So, I'll ask again.
Leads back to:
"Who set off the poison gas?"
Edgeworth:
There was no one in the Autumn Palace, other than the victim, Dane Gustavia. It's hard to believe it could have been anyone but him.
Courtney:
...It seems that way. Very well, I'll allow you to participate this time. However... If I feel you are a hindrance, I will have to ask you to leave.
Edgeworth:
...Understood. (But, what I don't understand is why the victim opened that case...)
Kay:
So, Mr. Edgeworth. What shall I re-create?
Edgeworth:
Based on the information we've gathered so far, let's re-create the scene before the gas.
Kay:
Got it!
Debeste:
Uwaaaah! D-Don't scare me like that!
Courtney:
So, this is the true power of "Sir Thief"...
Edgeworth:
Let's investigate the Pisces Sculpture posthaste. There's frozen Normallium on the lid of the Pisces Sculpture's glass case.
Kay:
It's frozen so thick you can't even open the lid!
Gumshoe:
On the actual glass case, the lid was heavily cracked... It was like someone had it out for the Pisces Sculpture, sir!
Edgeworth:
...Do you have any idea how it came to be cracked like this?
Gumshoe:
Hmm... Well, the damage didn't seem to have come from outside of the glass case, sir.
Edgeworth:
I see. So the inside of the case was below freezing point, and the case had developed cracks. There are no signs of external damage... From this we can deduce...
Gumshoe:
Below freezing...? Like Mr. Edgeworth's cold stare...
Kay:
And cracked...? Like Mr. Edgeworth's furrowed brow...
Edgeworth:
Thermal fracturing! The cold glass case was heated from the outside, causing it to crack.
Ray:
Hmm. But why did thermal fracturing occur here, and what caused it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Inside the thermally fractured glass case, there was frozen Normallium...
Ray:
Oh? That face means you've probably thought of something, Miles.
Edgeworth:
Indeed I have. I know how Mr. Gustavia was able to open the glass case.
Debeste:
WHAT! How can you possibly know something I don't!
Edgeworth:
(I'd say the things he DOES know are in the minority...)
Debeste:
Hey! Aren't you going to LET me know? How did Dane Gustavia open the glass case?
Present Used Gas Burner
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This gas burner, that was found in the Autumn Palace, shows signs of recent use."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Gustavia used this to open the case.
Debeste:
......? Uhh, Justine...
Courtney:
Do not worry, Sebastian. I cannot understand it either. I'm certain that no one but Mr. Edgeworth is able to comperehend such logic.
Edgeworth:
(Mmph... it can't be this. The fractured case and the frozen Normallium... The cause of the thermal fracturing must tie these two together!)
Debeste:
Hmph. If your explanation isn't "the best", then don't bother giving it to me!
Leads back to:
"How did Dane Gustavia open the glass case?"
Edgeworth:
This gas burner, that was found in the Autumn Palace, shows signs of recent use. I believe this was the cause of the thermal fracturing in the Pisces Sculpture's glass case.
Debeste:
A gas burner...? Why would he use something like that?
Kay:
Ah! I got it! The lid was frozen shut, so he had to use the burner to melt the ice!
Edgeworth:
Indeed, that is correct.
Debeste:
Ngh... I just had a late start. I-I'm still "the best", y'know!
Kay:
Late start... you didn't even understand a single thing, did you?
Debeste:
Well, that's just because Mr. Edgeworth's explanation was too hard to follow!
Edgeworth:
...Kay, why don't you update the Little Thief so that he can understand it.
Kay:
If you say so. Right, let's restart the re-creation!
Edgeworth:
The victim, Dane Gustavia, was the only one to enter the Autumn Palace. If he used the gas burner then... ...the Normallium in the glass case would have melted.
Debeste:
...Uh huh, uh huh. And then?
Edgeworth:
The melted Normallium would have come into contact with the Fatallium inside the case... ...and produced the poison gas! The moment Mr. Gustavia opened the lid, he would have begun to inhale the gas. He managed to drag himself out to the Fountain Patio just before his strength ran out.
Debeste:
...So he inhaled the gas when he opened the lid...
Edgeworth:
(It seems he finally understands.)
Ray:
But why did Mr. Gustavia open the glass case of the Pisces Sculpture?
Edgeworth:
The victim's goal... That, I do not yet know.
Ray:
Perhaps he had the same reason as Uncle Ray. Maybe he actually came to see the Winter Palace, not the Autumn one.
Edgeworth:
!
Ray:
Uncle Ray also thought that this was the Winter Palace at first.
Delicia:
Oi! You too, Ray Ray? Actually, I thought so too! It looks just like Icy's room from 18 years ago. It's even got the exact same plants in front of the door.
Edgeworth:
(It seems everyone involved with the IS-7 Incident made the same mistake. It is imperative that we investigate the real Winter Palace immediately. I should suggest that to Mr. Debeste.)
Debeste:
I get it now...! Yeah. That's how it was!
Edgeworth:
Huh... Did you think of something?
Debeste:
The victim committed suicide! He thought he would look refined if he died in an art gallery!
Edgeworth:
.....
Kay:
...Have you even been listening?
Debeste:
Well, if you're as smart as me, just hearing half of the story will be enough.
Courtney:
Sebastian. I'll explain it from the top later.
Debeste:
"Top"...! That means "best", right? Alright, I'll leave it to you!
Edgeworth:
(Yes, it would indeed be "best" to let Judge Courtney handle him.)
Courtney:
That aside, don't you have some information to inform everyone of?
Debeste:
Aah! I totally forgot!
Edgeworth:
...What are you talking about?
Debeste:
He heh. We did a little checking on that pharmacist. "We" meaning me, "The Best" Prosecutor's... subordinate!
Kay:
That's not something to brag about.
Debeste:
S-Shut up, you! Quiet down and listen! Suicide is... um... Off the table for now, yeah. That's because, umm... in short... That pharmacist is the culprit! She set up the gas as a trap!
Delicia:
Eeep! N-No!
Courtney:
It's a terrible shame, ...Ms. Pharmacist. How could one in the profession of saving lives stoop to extinguishing them!
Delicia:
Huh? Wh-What are you saying? I... I would never do such a thing!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. Do you have a basis for these accusations?
Debeste:
Hmph! Of course! This is my basis! Her pharmacist's license. It would permit her to handle Megatoxin X, right?
Edgeworth:
.....And its active ingredient Fatallium was one of the components of the poison gas.
Debeste:
Exactly! That chemical is almost impossible for ordinary people to obtain! But, that pharmacist is another story altogether!
Delicia:
I-It wasn't me! You've got it all wrong!
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
And that's not all! A bottle of Megatoxin X was found in the victim's pocket. And on the bottle... we found clear fingerprints, yours!
Delicia:
E... EEEEEEEEEEP!
Debeste:
You and the curator took the victim to the infirmary, right? That would have given you the perfect opportunity to plant the bottle on him!
Delicia:
Th-That's...!
Edgeworth:
......
Courtney:
You are the only pharmacist on the premises who could have handled Megatoxin X. Furthermore, as for the curator of this art gallery, you're an acquaintance of hers. You would've had access to the gallery at any time, in order to prepare the poison gas trap.
Delicia:
P-Please wait! That Megatoxin X, it was stolen!
Courtney:
...Trying to lie your way out of this won't go well with me.
Delicia:
It's true! Look, I've got the proof right here in my bag...!
Edgeworth:
(...What is she searching for?)
Delicia:
Not this... Not this either...!
Edgeworth:
(...Hm? I remember seeing cloth like that recently...)
Delicia:
Ah! Here! Please take a look at this!
Edgeworth:
Hm? It's some sort of paper...?
Delicia:
What's it say?
Edgeworth:
"April 1st Theft Report Accepted. Stolen Item: Megatoxin X" This... is a theft report acceptance certificate.
Debeste:
Wh-What!?
Delicia:
Yessie! Truth is... one week ago, my Megatoxin X was stolen.
Courtney:
One week ago...? That means, you didn't have it with you today?
Delicia:
Yessie... That bottle you just found is probably the one that was stolen from me. I normally carry that bottle of Megatoxin X in my bag at all times. Even though I often forget to keep it locked up... I would never even think about mixing it with Normallium!
Edgeworth:
But... Why in the world would you carry such a dangerous substance on your person?
Delicia:
Well, you never know when those things will appear. Those... those...
Kay:
..."Those creatures that infest the kitchen, striking fear into the heart of a lady," right? Although if you had a rolled-up newspaper, you could just squash them with one blow.
Debeste:
...Justine, what do we do now?
Courtney:
Well then... Can we really accept this theft report? Let's ask for confirmation. That should clearly tell us whether or not she's lying.
Debeste:
Right! Well then, I'll just call and confirm it.
Kay:
It looks like Ms. Delicious isn't the culprit.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. If she really did set up the poison gas as a trap... I don't believe she would do it in the way that incriminates her the most.
Ray:
...So Miles, who do you think is the culprit?
Edgeworth:
Predicting the actions of the victim would require a fair amount of advance planning... And there's only one person here capable of that.
Ray:
Huh? Uncle Ray would like to know too. ...Who do you suspect?
Edgeworth:
The one who stole the Megatoxin X and prepared the room in advance was...
Present Katherine Hall profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It had to be the curator of the Zodiac Art Gallery... Ms. Katherine Hall."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
It was, this person... probably.
Ray:
...Ahh. Hmmm, I see. Miles, you're feeling tired, aren't you? Instead of an alarm clock, let me tell you a funny story from when you were small. During your second year of grade school, you were as tired as you are right now...
Edgeworth:
I-I'm awake! Please don't say any more!
Kay:
Aww, I kinda wanted to hear the rest of that.
Edgeworth:
(Someone who could predict the victim's actions, and could prepare in advance. It can only be that person!)
Leads back to:
"The one who stole the Megatoxin X and prepared the room in advance was..."
Edgeworth:
It had to be the curator of the Zodiac Art Gallery... Ms. Katherine Hall. However, I still don't have any evidence that she is the criminal yet...
Ray:
I see... She is... .....
Edgeworth:
(...? The way he said that just now sounded like he had been expecting it...)
Ray:
Hmm. Good job Miles! As expected from Uncle Ray's future apprentice!
Edgeworth:
...I have no intention of becoming your apprentice.
Debeste:
Aaaand I will now announce the results of my verification! I can confirm that her theft report was indeed accepted! Therefore... it's a little too early to come to a decision!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... that means your logic was completely faulty.
Debeste:
Ngh... Y-You're wrong! My real performance is still to come!
Edgeworth:
Really...? And how do you plan to proceed with your investigation?
Debeste:
Th-That's... First, we need to speak with the curator.
Edgeworth:
And after that?
Debeste:
Ugh... W-We'll cross that bridge when we come to it!
Courtney:
Sebastian. Mr. Gustavia may have had business in the Winter Palace. I believe we should send an investigator there as well.
Debeste:
Oh! That's good too! Detective Gumshoe! Investigate the Winter Palace at once!
Gumshoe:
Uugh... Got it, sir.
Debeste:
Justine! Let's go talk to the curator!
Courtney:
Yes, let us proceed.
Edgeworth:
...We should go and listen to what Ms. Hall has to say as well.
April 2, 1:35 PMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Debeste:
Alright, I want you guys to listen to what the curator has to say.
Kay:
...Mr. Debeste, weren't you going to go and talk to her yourself?
Debeste:
Nah. That's a job for my subordinates. All I have to do is wait for their report. ...I'm "The Best" Prosecutor, after all.
Edgeworth:
Such arrogance...!
Kay:
Well, this is anticlimactic. I'm gonna chill for a bit. Huh? What's that in the fountain...! A-AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
Debeste:
WAAAAAAAHH! Th-There's a dead body in the fountaaain!
Edgeworth:
What... is the meaning of this...!?
Ray:
.....!
Courtney:
Silence, everyone! Forensics! Identify this body at once...!
Gumshoe:
I-It's terrible, paaaal!
Courtney:
Please be quiet, Detective!
Gumshoe:
The ice sculptures in the W-Winter Palace... They've all melted, paaaaal!
Ray:
Wha?
Kay:
Wha?
Debeste:
Wha?
Edgeworth:
WHAAAAAAAAAT!?
Edgeworth:
What's going on here!?
Kay:
There are two victims now...
Ray:
This is all... just like 18 years ago. Once again, the ice sculptures have melted.
Kay:
Again...?
Ray:
...And everyone related to the incident 18 years ago is gathered here now. This is no mere coincidence. Don't you think so, Miles?
Edgeworth:
Yes. The key to finding the truth of this case lies in this IS-7 Incident. ...This is what I believe.
Ray:
He he heh. That's right. Uncle Ray thinks so too. Looks like it's time once again for Uncle Ray to tell you about the IS-7 Incident.
To be continued.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Gregory:
(I don't think these pieces will fit together... Looks like I'll have to start over.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Gregory:
(It seems these two pieces of information aren't connected... It seems I was a bit too hasty in jumping to conclusions.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Gregory:
(Hmm... no good. That line of logic seems too unreasonable.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Tyrell Badd)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
This piece of evidence holds the key to the truth!
Badd:
...You know what this lollipop... and your reasoning have in common...?
Gregory:
...What?
Badd:
...They're both so sugary they make me sick!
Gregory:
(...In that case, why don't you stop licking that lollipop?)
Badd:
I'd suggest... you try a more tangy line of logic...
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Tyrell Badd)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
This piece of evidence will make the contradiction clear!
Badd:
......Rubbish!
Gregory:
(He shot that down with one stroke.)
Badd:
I'd like to... hear sharper reasoning... than that...
Gregory:
I understand. My next strike will settle this!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Tyrell Badd)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
I believe your statement contradicts this piece of evidence.
Badd:
..You know what detectives... and lollipops have in common?
Gregory:
...What?
Badd:
Chew them out for too long... and you'll lose your teeth! ...Next time you make a mistake, this lollipop might come flying at your head...
Gregory:
(I should watch out for cavities and any further mistakes in my reasoning...) I would like one more chance.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Manfred von Karma)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
What do you think of this piece of evidence, Prosecutor von Karma?
von Karma:
...A foolish question. It's not even worth thinking about. Just pitiful. Can you even call yourself a defense attorney?
Gregory:
I-I am a defense attorney...!
von Karma:
What an inferior rebuttal. Well, I can't say I expect much from a defense attorney.
Gregory:
(Ngh...! He really looks down on me...!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Manfred von Karma)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
Have a look at this piece of evidence!
von Karma:
That's irrelevant to what we're talking about now!
Gregory:
Uugh...!
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Such a boring interruption, defense attorney.
Gregory:
(Ngh... He's laughing at me...!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Manfred von Karma)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
That statement is strange. It contradicts this piece of evidence!
von Karma:
A Von Karma's logic is perfect. The very thought of a contradiction is inconceivable.
Gregory:
Ngh...!
von Karma:
You think that evidence can break my logic?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sebastian Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. What do you think about this piece of evidence?
Debeste:
Why are you asking for my opinion?
Edgeworth:
Don't you see? This evidence contradicts your testimony!
Debeste:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAT!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I don't believe this evidence has that kind of meaning.
Debeste:
Eh! Is that right?
Edgeworth:
Mmph... (With Judge Courtney here...)
Courtney:
Also, you don't need to yell >Objection!Edgeworth:
Hmph... You don't need to tell me that.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Sebastian Debeste)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. There is a contradiction in your statement!
Debeste:
Eh! Is that true, Justine?
Courtney:
It is not, Sebastian. It is Prosecutor Edgeworth's statement that is contradictory.
Debeste:
Of course! There's no way there could be a contradiction in my argument!
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (Isn't it full of contradictions!? My real problem is her rather than Mr. Debeste...)
Too many penalties (Gregory Edgeworth)
Gregory:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose hold of the truth...! But... it seems all hope is lost...
Gregory:
Thus the truth was lost for all time.
Game over
Too many penalties (Miles Edgeworth)
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Larry Butz)
Larry:
Edgey! I'm not gonna talk if you keep bullying me like this!
Edgeworth:
Sh-Shoot... I messed up!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Nothing to Examine
Gregory:
There aren't any clues here.
The Inherited Turnabout
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Part 1
Part 2
Ray:
The IS-7 Incident, 18 years ago. ...Gregory Edgeworth's last case. Isaac Dover was murdered at the venue of a dessert contest... And his body was discovered in the chocolate treasure chest made by Jeff Master. The victim died from blood loss after being struck in the head with a rock salt lamp. The murder weapon was found hidden inside Delicia's candy castle. Then... in the victim's room, where no one had searched yet... ...All of Dover's sherbet sculptures had melted.
-- 18 Years Ago --
December 24, 9:05 PMContest VenueFountain Patio
Gregory:
(The sculptures in Mr. Dover's room have melted... Due to that, Prosecutor von Karma immediately drove us away from the scene.)
Ray:
How are we gonna investigate now? And what's with that "Defense attorneys, out!"!? Von Karma's methods are deplorable!
Gregory:
Well... investigating the crime scene is supposed to be the police's job, after all.
Ray:
But you gotta admit, Von Karma's methods are way outta line! Defense attorneys and the police should work together to discover the truth.
Gregory:
...Raymond, you must realize that not everyone shares the same views as us. Should one expose the truth for the sake of justice, or simply accept things as they appear? Everyone has their own view on what is right and what is wrong.
Ray:
Even if that means convicting an innocent man!?
Gregory:
Both ourselves, and the police are only human. And as humans, we all make mistakes. It is for this reason that we defense attorneys exist. So that those who are alone and helpless can have an ally on their side.
Ray:
An ally on their side...
Gregory:
If we cannot investigate, shouldn't we just find some other way to help?
Ray:
...! I'm sorry, Mr. Edgeworth. I... still have much to learn.
Gregory:
Hmm... you're still young, so you'll have many opportunities to learn.
Ray:
Right! I'll do my best!
Kate:
Monsieur Edgeworth and Monsieur Shields. Would you like to take a brief respite? I know it's not much, but please, eat these.
Ray:
Wow! Thank you!
Chocolates added to the Court Record.
Gregory:
...Let's eat. (I appreciate getting some sugar into my system. ...But these are a little too sweet. ...And it's a little misshapen too.)
Kate:
I'm terribly sorry. Does it not suit your tastes?
Ray:
Not at all! It's deliciously sweet!
Kate:
Hee hee... Thank you very much. But... making sweets isn't really my forte.
Ray:
Huh! You made this chocolate, Kate?
Kate:
Yes. Chocolate is Monsieur Master's favorite food! Preparing his favorite food is also part of my job. But I'm still not that good at it, so I need him to instruct me.
Ray:
I envy Master Jeff... He gets to eat Kate's handmade sweets whenever he wants.
Kate:
? Did you say something?
Ray:
Ah! N-No, it's nothing!
Gregory:
(This is so sweet... in more ways than one.) Ms. Hall, you seem very dedicated to your work.
Kate:
Without my work... I wouldn't even have the right to be here.
Ray:
What do you mean?
Kate:
When I was a child... I was abandoned. Monsieur Master took me in.
Ray:
...!
Kate:
One snowy Christmas Eve, I was left on the doorstep of his mansion. I owe Monsieur Master my life... He became like a father to me. And so, to repay his kindness... ...I want to continue working for him.
Ray:
Kate... ...You're incredible...!
Gregory:
(I've lived a long life... ...yet that brought tears even to my eyes.)
Kate:
Today, Christmas Eve has finally arrived once more... ...but it looks like I won't be able to give him the present I prepared. I would do anything, if it meant saving Monsieur Master. If there's any way I could be of service to you, please ask!
Gregory:
Yes... I appreciate that. Well then, do you happen to know anything about the victim, Isaac Dover?
Kate:
I don't really know much about Monsieur Dover, but... ...I have a photo of the desserts he made for the contest finals!
Gregory:
Hmm. This is... certainly a splendid piece of work.
Kate:
Yes! With this exquisite beauty, it's truly a work of art! It's crafted so intricately that you almost forget it's made out of sherbet...! It seems Monsieur Master was also fond of Monsieur Dover's work as well.
Ray:
Wow! These are the Taurus and Gemini constellations!
Gregory:
...Do you know a lot about constellations, Raymond?
Ray:
Of course! There is so much romance in the constellations! For example, take the club, lyre, and arrow held by Gemini here. These come from... ...Huh? There are no strings on this lyre. Hmm... Did Mr. Dover make a mistake in his sculpting?
Kate:
It's hard to think he would make a mistake like that...
Ray:
Huh? I thought you said you didn't know much about him...?
Kate:
Ah! Err... I... just sort of felt that way somehow!
Gregory:
(...It appears she is hiding something from us.)
Gregory:
Ms. Hall, did you take this photograph yourself?
Kate:
Yes. I took it with this instant camera. It develops pictures instantly, It's one of my greatest treasures.
Ray:
Wow! I would love to see it in action.
Kate:
Hee hee... Well then, why don't we take a picture right now?
Ray:
Yay! Let's have our picture taken, Mr. Edgeworth!
Gregory:
Sure, I don't mind. (I'm confident in my hairstyle today...)
Kate:
Alright, I'm taking the picture! Say cheese! Here, it's developed! A present from me to you, Monsieur Shields.
Ray:
Wow! Thank you so much! ...That's such a great camera!
Kate:
It's the only camera in this mansion. Unfortunately, its convenience comes at a cost. There are no negatives...
Gregory:
(No negatives... huh.) Is this the same camera Mr. Master used during the contest?
Kate:
Yes. You are well-informed. While he made his desserts, Monsieur Master photographed his work. After that, he took photos of all the other competitors' works.
Gregory:
...? Was he taking photos at the time the body was found? The body was discovered during the judging, was it not?
Kate:
Monsieur Master intended to take photos of everyone's rooms, but... After he photographed Gustavia's room, he ran out of film. Monsieur Master asked me to change the film in the camera. It seemed the film he prepared in advance wasn't enough...
Gregory:
There wasn't enough film?
Kate:
It seems the number of photos he took didn't match up with the amount of film remaining. Well... He told me himself it might have been just a mistake, though.
Gregory:
(Was it really just a mistake...?)
Kate:
I retrieved more film from the main building and went back to the Fountain Patio. And it was then, that I heard the sound of something breaking in Monsieur Master's room...
Kate:
...Monsieur Master? Are you in here? Eek...!
Kate:
And that's when... I found Monsieur Dover's body in Monsieur Master's room. It was so terrible. I was really shaken up... Before I spoke to anyone else, I called the police. This camera... I've kept it with me ever since.
Gregory:
I see. If it's alright with you, would you mind lending me your camera and that photo?
Kate:
Sure. I don't mind at all. Here you go!
Gregory:
Thank you very much.
Instant Camera added to the Court Record.
Dover's Sherbet Salon added to the Court Record.
Ray:
Detective Badd, Ms. Delicious! Is the investigation over already?
Delicia:
He said he had no more use for me and kicked me out! Hmph! Manny, that meanie! What a rude thing to say!
Gregory:
(...It was probably to ensure that you wouldn't eat any more of the crime scene.)
Ray:
So, Detective Badd, did you get kicked out too?
Badd:
...It seems Von Karma thought I was getting in the way. He won't let me investigate...
Gregory:
(Why would he prohibit his own detective from investigating...?)
Badd:
But... we know just about all there is to know about the crime scene... Right now... he's talking to Gustavia in Dover's room...
Ray:
Why does he need to speak to Mr. Gustavia?
Badd:
We heard... from Hall... that Gustavia was seen entering the victim's room.
Gregory:
Mr. Gustavia...?
Kate:
Yes. I saw him entering Dover's room, and it seemed like he was trying to avoid being seen. Although I have no idea what he did in there...
Badd:
He is... currently under suspicion... for melting Dover's sherbet.
Gregory:
(Just why DID Mr. Gustavia enter that room...?)
Badd:
I also have... a photo of Dover's room here. If you need it... I'll let you take a look at it.
Gregory:
!
Ray:
...Eh? Whaaaat? Why would you do that for us?
Badd:
...Hmph. You still don't get it, kid... I'm saying I want to help you guys. In order to discover... the truth of this case.
Gregory:
Detective Badd...!
Ray:
Is... Is that alright, Detective Badd? Won't Von Karma chew you out again?
Badd:
I... have no intention of becoming Von Karma's lab dog. If he won't let me investigate... I'll just do as I like. Getting tied up in stupid rules will only blind you to the truth. Isn't that right...? ...Attorney Edgeworth.
Gregory:
...Of course, Detective Badd. I thank you.
Ray:
This is amazing, Mr. Edgeworth...! Now we've got Detective Badd on our side.
Delicia:
I don't really get what's going on... but I'm glad you boys are all friends now!
Gregory:
(I'm grateful that he'll lend us his strength...) Well then, can we see the photo now?
Badd:
Right... This... is the current state of Dover's room.
Ray:
Wow...! The sherbet has completely melted.
Gregory:
(The room is drenched in a light blue liquid... We should compare this with the photo Ms. Hall took.) Did the sherbet melt because the power cord was pulled out?
Badd:
Yeah... Because it was pulled... All of the refrigerated glass cases... lost power completely.
Ray:
Looks like all the power cords were connected to one socket.
Gregory:
Do you have any idea when this cord was pulled out?
Badd:
No... it's still under investigation at the moment...
Ray:
What a waste of beautiful sherbet.
Delicia:
Honestly! Had I known it would end up like this, I would've eaten even more of the stuff!
Ray:
Did Mr. Dover's sherbet taste that good?
Delicia:
Oh yessie! His sherbet was most delicious!
Ray:
Really? I wish I could have eaten some too.
Delicia:
But there was one piece that was so salty I couldn't eat it.
Gregory:
Salty...?
Delicia:
It's right here in this photo. It was a part of that lyre.
Gregory:
That's the lyre from the Gemini constellation...
Ray:
Ah! You snuck a bite from the lyre. That's why the strings are missing!
Delicia:
Fie! I could never have eaten that much! It was way too salty.
Delicia's Testimony added to the Court Record.
Gregory:
(One part of the sherbet tasted different. That's rather curious... Did someone other than her also take a bite out of it?) Did you notice anything else?
Delicia:
Now that you mention it, Icy's sherbet sculptures had these strange markings on them. They had two letters carved into them... Wait a minute... there! It looked something like this!
Gregory:
(...An alphabet signature? It can't be...!)
Kate:
I knew it! I just knew that Monsieur Dover made this lyre! He isn't one to make mistakes in his sculptures, after all.
Gregory:
...Ms. Hall. It's been troubling me for a while, but... ...do you know something about Mr. Dover?
Kate:
Huh! Wh-Why would I know something about Monsieur Dover...?
Gregory:
You seem quite attached to Mr. Dover's handiwork.
Kate:
Th-That's just because his sculptures are such great works of art!
Gregory:
No. I believe that his works are very special to you in particular.
Kate:
H-How do you know that...?
Gregory:
There is a piece of evidence that we believe belongs to Mr. Dover... ...and it happens to share a common feature with another piece of evidence.
Kate:
! P-Please show me! I have no idea what you're talking about! Which two pieces of evidence share something in common?
Gregory:
(Two pieces of evidence that point to Mr. Dover... Let's start by presenting the first one.)
Present anything
Gregory:
Take that!
Leads to:
"(And now, the second piece of evidence, which shares a common feature is...!)"
Gregory:
(And now, the second piece of evidence, which shares a common feature is...!)
Present Signet Crest or Jeff's Teapot after presenting other one of them
Gregory:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Delicia saw two letters of the alphabet..."
Present anything else
Gregory:
Take that!
Gregory:
This connection between these two pieces of evidence tells all!
Kate:
...Err...?
Ray:
Hmm? How exactly are those two things connected?
Gregory:
(Blast. I was wrong...! There must be something Ms. Hall valued that she was collecting. I should examine the evidence once more...)
Leads back to:
"(Two pieces of evidence that point to Mr. Dover...)"
Gregory:
Delicia saw two letters of the alphabet... They were probably used as Mr. Dover's "signature". Just as an artist would sign their name on their works.
Kate:
R-Right...
Delicia:
Oi! I remember now! ...Icy's sherbet sculptures had PH carved into them, I'm sure of it!
Badd:
...PH...? Those aren't Isaac Dover's initials though...
Gregory:
No. ...But, we found this seal at the scene of the crime. It had probably fallen out of the late Mr. Dover's pocket. If you had pressed this seal into something, it would mark the letters PH. Also... the very same PH symbol is engraved into this teapot.
Badd:
...The same... symbol...?
Gregory:
This teapot was made by the sculptor Pierre Hoquet. In other words... this PH is the signature of Pierre Hoquet. Ms. Hall, you know about this signature all too well, don't you?
Kate:
Yes... Monsieur Hoquet's works always bear that signature. Since he never shows himself in public, his signature is used to identify his works.
Badd:
! No way... Are you saying Pierre Hoquet is...!
Gregory:
(It seems Detective Badd has also realized Isaac Dover's true identity...) To Ms. Hall, Mr. Dover was no ordinary pastry chef. That's because, his true identity was...!
A pastry chef
Gregory:
Mr. Dover's true identity was a pastry chef!
Ray:
Of course! How would he have made that delicious sherbet otherwise! But that doesn't solve the mystery of the seal at all! M-Mr. Edgeworth! That just created a ton of contradictions!
Gregory:
Mmph... I hereby withdraw my previous statement...
Leads back to:
"To Ms. Hall, Mr. Dover was no ordinary pastry chef."
A sculptor
Leads to:
"That's right..."
A fan of sculptures
Gregory:
Mr. Dover was really a devoted fan of sculptures.
Ray:
.....
Kate:
.....
Badd:
...Are you really an attorney? Or just a devoted fan of attorneys!?
Gregory:
Mmph... (Don't treat me like a fan...!)
Badd:
*sigh*... Let's hear it again...
Leads back to:
"To Ms. Hall, Mr. Dover was no ordinary pastry chef."
Gregory:
That's right... Mr. Dover's true identity was the sculptor Pierre Hoquet!
Ray:
Whaaaaaaaaat!? Mr. Dover was... a sculptor!?
Badd:
Things like signatures... can be faked... if you have the original designs... Can you really use that... as proof that he was a sculptor...?
Gregory:
No. But what's important here is that Ms. Hall thought he was. As for proving his real identity, I'll leave that to the police.
Badd:
Hmph... I get it. ...I'll have the boys check up on it.
Kate:
As I expected from you... Gregory Edgeworth.
Gregory:
You... You knew Mr. Dover's real identity all along, didn't you?
Kate:
Yes... When I discovered the body, I noticed the seal... I knew from that moment he was Pierre Hoquet, the man I greatly admired. Thinking that this would be his final posthumous work, I just couldn't sit still...!
Gregory:
So... that's why you entered Dover's room?
Kate:
...Huh? Wh-What did you say?
Gregory:
When exactly... did you take this photo of Dover's room?
Kate:
Th-That was... Perhaps this was taken during the judging...
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
That's strange. I thought you said the camera ran out of film during the judging. Before Mr. Master entered Dover's room, you were the one in possession of the camera. Wasn't that why you were able to take the photo when you discovered the body?
Kate:
Yes... That's right.
Gregory:
The only photos you took with the new film were of Dover's room and the body. ...If that's the case, a new contradiction comes to light.
Kate:
Ugh... Another one...!
Gregory:
(The piece of evidence that contradicts the two photos Ms. Hall took is...!)
Present Instant Camera
Gregory:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That is... my instant camera..."
Present anything else
Gregory:
Take that!
Gregory:
This piece of evidence contradicts the photos Ms. Hall took.
Kate:
Err... I don't think there's anything contradictory about that...
Gregory:
(...My logic is the only thing contradictory here. If I think back on the number of photos she took, the answer should be clear. I already carry the evidence that shows the contradiction!)
Leads back to:
"(The piece of evidence that contradicts the two photos Ms. Hall took is...!)"
Kate:
That is... my instant camera...
Gregory:
You've already handed the photos of Dover's room and the body to myself and the police.
Ray:
That reminds me, didn't you also take a photo of me and Mr. Edgeworth just now?
Gregory:
The film used in this camera can take up to 20 photos. However... this camera only has three photos left. ...Which leaves 14 photos unaccounted for. Exactly what were they used to photograph?
Kate:
...Ughh.
Gregory:
Please show us ALL the photos you took. We will be able to discern your actions from these photos.
Kate:
...I'm so sorry... I have told... a terrible lie.
Badd:
Don't tell me... All of the remaining shots... are of Isaac Dover's room...
Kate:
My deepest apologies...
Ray:
It seems they are all shots of the ice sculptures from various angles.
Badd:
So when these were taken... the sculptures had not melted yet. But that means... the one who caused them to melt was you...?
Kate:
Yes... I am positive... that I melted them.
Gregory:
You are "positive"...?
Kate:
I am an aficionado of the sculptor Pierre Hoquet, who is actually Monsieur Dover. Before the authorities could defile his final masterpieces during their investigation... I thought I should preserve them through photographs. Hence, I entered his room...
Badd:
In that case... why did all the ice melt...?
Kate:
...It's probably... because... As I was taking the pictures, I became entranced with his works... ...and it seems that my foot accidentally got caught in the power cord, unplugging it...
Gregory:
Accidentally, you say?
Kate:
I did not notice the power cord at the time... I would never have imagined that I would be the cause of those sculptures melting.
Gregory:
(Could the truth really be that simple? However, I cannot say with certainly that she is lying...)
Kate:
I am so sorry to have caused you all so much trouble...!
Gregory:
As long as you are telling the truth, there's no need to apologize.
Ray:
That's right! Don't sweat it, Kate!
Kate:
...Thank you very much.
Badd:
...Edgeworth. Here... take this picture. ...Do what you want with it.
Dover's Sherbet Salon updated in the Court Record.
von Karma:
...You meddling fools still haven't given up yet, have you? No matter how long you wait, I have no intention of allowing a defense attorney to investigate.
Gregory:
...No matter. If we can't investigate, we'll find the truth through some other method.
von Karma:
...Always ready with a comeback. Well, do try your best.
Kate:
Um, excuse me... Monsieur von Karma? The truth is... it was I who melted the ice sculptures in Monsieur Dover's room!
von Karma:
What...? What's the meaning of this, you clod!?
Kate:
I am truly sorry! Both to you and Monsieur Gustavia...!
Gustavia:
Nnph... Do not be concerned about me. Sir von Karma has already recognized that I had no hand in this act.
Gregory:
That reminds me... Why did you enter Mr. Dover's room, Mr. Gustavia?
Gustavia:
Ah. Well, that was because...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Silence, ignoramus! You are not to give that attorney the tiniest hint of information. Katherine Hall! You are coming with me! You are under suspicion of being "complicit" in the murder.
Gregory:
...!
Kate:
N-No!
von Karma:
I shall be interrogating you personally. ...You best prepare yourself.
Kate:
...Very well.
Gregory:
Please wait. I still have some questions I want to ask her...!
von Karma:
I do not care for your sorry plight in the least.
Gregory:
Urgh...!
von Karma:
Badd, Gustavia, and while I'm at it, you as well, Scones. I have plenty of questions for you all.
Badd:
...Hmph.
Gustavia:
Understood.
Delicia:
Fie! "While I'm at it", he says... The nerve!
Ray:
...He just took everyone away with him.
Gregory:
Yes... Even if we stay here, I don't think we'll be able to investigate any further today. Let's take our leave for now. It has already grown rather late. (I hope the snow has stopped by now...)
Ray:
Sounds good! ...I'm starving anyway.
Gregory:
Hmm... Let's stop somewhere for hamburgers then. (Before my stomach joins the chorus...)
Ray:
He he he! You can't fight on an empty stomach after all!
Gregory:
(We'll need to report back to Mr. Master with our findings first thing tomorrow...)
To be continued.
December 25, 10:00 AMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Ray:
Huh? What are you doing here, Kate?
Kate:
Ah... Monsieur Shields and Monsieur Edgeworth. Allow me to apologize once again for all the trouble I caused you yesterday.
Gregory:
(Ms. Hall looks a bit tired...) Has Von Karma finished interrogating you?
Kate:
Yes, aside from what happened to the ice sculptures, I was not at fault for anything else.
Ray:
Are you also here to meet with Master Jeff, Kate?
Kate:
Yes... I am worried about how he is holding up...
Gregory:
Detective Badd...? Why are you here?
Badd:
I just happened to be here... ...I'll be heading to the crime scene soon.
Ray:
I don't think this is a place that people "happen to be" though...
Master:
...Hello...
Gregory:
...!
Ray:
M-Master Jeff! What happened to you!?
Kate:
Oh, no! Monsieur Master! Why do you look so poor!?
Master:
...I didn't get much sleep last night... The tribulation known as questioning... was rather harsh. I'm just... a little exhausted.
Gregory:
! ...They didn't let you sleep?
Ray:
Even for an interrogation, that's going too far! Detective Badd!
Badd:
...The detective in charge of the initial investigation was also in charge of the interrogation... I don't like Von Karma's methods, but... this was all I could do.
Master:
He was the one who brought me here. It seems... I was supposed to be interrogated for a little bit longer, though...
Badd:
...Hmph.
Gregory:
(It seems that Detective Badd is looking out for Mr. Master in his own way...) So, shall we inform Mr. Master about what happened yesterday, Raymond?
Ray:
Yessir! I got all my memos right here!
Gregory:
Mr. Master, we would like to inform you about yesterday's investigation...
Master:
Yes... Thank you very much... Please go ahead...
Ray:
Master Jeff. It's almost like your spirit's gone...
Master:
Ah... My sugar levels are low, so I might not seem like my usual energetic self...
Kate:
Monsieur Master...
Gregory:
(Do we have anything that can give his spirit and his glucose a boost...?)
The contestants
Gregory:
Mr. Master...?
Master:
Yes...What is it...?
Ray:
You look dizzy, Master Jeff...
Master:
Ah... My sugar levels are low, so I might not seem like my usual energetic self...
Gregory:
(Do we have anything that can give his spirit and his glucose a boost...?)
Present
Chocolate
Leads to:
"Ohh...! Those chocolates...! Are you giving them to me?"
Anything else
Gregory:
Mr. Master...?
Master:
Yes...What is it...?
Ray:
You look dizzy, Master Jeff...
Master:
Ah... My sugar levels are low, so I might not seem like my usual energetic self...
Gregory:
(Do we have anything that can give his spirit and his glucose a boost...?)
Master:
Ohh...! Those chocolates...! Are you giving them to me?
Kate:
Ah... Those chocolates are...
Gregory:
If possible, I would like to give them to you immediately... ...but it's against the rules to give anything to the suspects in the detention center.
Master:
I... see... Regrettably, if those are the rules, then there's nothing we can do about it...
Badd:
.....
Ray:
Are you sure there's no way we can give them to him...?
Gregory:
(Detective Badd... looks like he noticed what we're trying to ask of him.)
Badd:
...Tsk. ...I'll inspect the chocolates, and if there are no problems... I'll think about it.
Gregory:
! Detective Badd... Thank you very much.
Ray:
Alright! I knew we could count on you, Detective Badd!
Master:
...! I am truly in your debt.
Badd:
...Wait right here. ...Take it.
Master:
Thank you very much...!
Badd:
Not a word... to anyone else. ...It would cause problems for me later...
Master:
Yes, of course... I apologize for making you go through so much trouble. Now, I shall partake in eating these delicious delights at once.
Gregory:
I'm sorry for asking you to do something so dangerous, Detective Badd.
Badd:
Hmph. I only did... what I wanted to do...
Ray:
He he he. Why can't you just be honest here, Detective?
Master:
Ohhh... How sweet! It's like I've come back to life...! Ho ho... Did Kate make these chocolates?
Kate:
Y-Yes, sir, I did. How does it taste...?
Master:
♬ Meeeelts... in your mouth Nooot iiin youuur haand Sweet choocoolaates! ♪ Meeeelting iiin my mouth Sooo sweet! Sooo divine! ♬ ...Thank you for the tasty treat. Ho ho, they're a bit misshapen... but so sweet and delicious. Thank you.
Kate:
! I am so glad that you enjoyed it!
Gregory:
...And above all, it helped you regain your spirit.
Master:
Thank you for your concern. The food they serve here has been absolutely tasteless... And combined with the lack of sleep, I was thoroughly exhausted.
Ray:
Is the food here that bad?
Badd:
...Just salt beef and stew... Your average prison fare.
Master:
? That is odd. I really could not taste anything...
Gregory:
...?
Badd:
...Whatever. I'm about to head out... to the crime scene.
Gregory:
Please wait, Detective Badd. Can you give us any new information?
Badd:
...Yeah. I think I can... We've identified the victim. Just as you said... Isaac Dover was a sculptor who worked in France. It seems he went by the name... Pierre Hoquet.
Master:
Isaac Dover was... Pierre Hoquet...? How could that be...!?
Kate:
Monsieur Pierre Hoquet...
Ray:
So Pierre Hoquet wasn't actually French, huh?
Gregory:
Which is likely why he never showed himself in public while he worked under that name.
Badd:
The "Zodiac Sculptures"... They were his masterpieces, it seems... ...Although they will remain forever unfinished.
Ray:
Unfinished...? Even though they were his masterpieces?
Badd:
It seems he worked on them... by season... Once he finished... the remaining winter constellations... his work would be done...
Ray:
Huh? The winter constellations are... Taurus and Gemini, right?
Gregory:
So those ice sculptures were his final pieces.
Ray:
It is heartbreaking that they melted...
Kate:
I cannot apologize enough...
Ray:
Ah! No! I wasn't blaming you or anything...!
Badd:
Also... Dover was infamous for being greedy... He would charge... hundreds of thousands... just to make a single sculpture... It seemed like... he always had money troubles. The murder might be related to that... but it's still under investigation.
Ray:
So he had money problems even though he was a famous artist?
Gregory:
Do you know why he entered a dessert contest?
Badd:
...Not yet. He kept it a secret... Even from his family.
Gregory:
I see...
Badd:
...It's time. I'm bringing in the replacement guard... I can't... hang around here any longer than I have.
Gregory:
Yes. I understand. Let's meet again later.
Master:
That detective... is a kind soul.
Gregory:
Indeed. He never strays from his own beliefs... He truly has a strong will.
Ray:
But he's pretty scary when you first meet him!
Master:
I see... Could you tell me everything that happened yesterday?
Gregory:
Of course. Allow me to give you a report of our investigation.
Master:
So this is what happened...? I am sorry for the trouble Kate has caused you.
Kate:
I am truly very sorry...
Gregory:
...You have no need to worry so long as you have told the truth, Ms. Hall. Mr. Master, would you mind if I asked you a few questions as well?
Master:
Yes. I shall divulge all that I know.
The contestants
Gregory:
Please tell us about the other three contestants in the final round of your contest.
Master:
Let's see... Ms. Delicious' desserts had a fantastic design. However, she broke the rules so I could not recognize her as the winner. Up until the semifinals, Mr. Gustavia's flavors and design were to my liking... Unfortunately, both the taste and appearance of his finals entry left much to be desired. And.. there was something strange about his dessert in the semifinals.
Gregory:
...Something strange?
Master:
Both Mr. Gustavia's and Mr. Dover's desserts had the exact same taste. ...They had different designs, but in terms of taste, it was like eating the same thing.
Ray:
? What did they look like?
Master:
Ah... there should be a picture of them at my mansion.
Kate:
Please allow me to show you later.
Gregory:
Certainly. Thank you very much.
Master:
And then, there was Mr. Dover's sherbet sculptures. Oh, they were absolutely heavenly!
Gregory:
Hm...? Did you have a chance to taste his creations? If I recall correctly, his body was discovered in the middle of judging...
Master:
Yes, but I was not informed of this until after the judging had finished. Since he was not present in the room, I helped myself to a piece of his edible lyre. It was fantastically delicious...! I was so moved, I broke into song!
Gregory:
! Wait a moment, please. Did you say the lyre was... "delicious"? Could you please give us a little more detail about that?
The delicious lyre (appears after The contestants)
Leads to:
"You ate the lyre from the sculpture in Mr. Dover's room, correct?"
Present
Contest Rules
Gregory:
The prize of the contest is the title of "The World's Greatest"... Would a "Master" like yourself have anything to gain by winning it?
Master:
I am most grateful that others would call me by such names... However, if I were to let that satisfy me, I would be bringing an end to my personal growth. That is why I always desire challengers to test me for those titles.
Gregory:
...I see. That is a fine attitude.
Jeff's Teapot
Gregory:
Were you the one who purchased this tea set?
Master:
No, it was a present from Kate. It was made by Pierre Hoquet. Ever since I saw his work while I was abroad, I have been a great fan of his.
Gregory:
(You do seem fond of his work.)
Instant Camera
Master:
I bought that as a birthday present for Kate.
Gregory:
Is that so? It seems she takes it wherever she goes.
Master:
You might think it a little unrefined as a present for a young lady... ...yet she takes great joy in using it, so I could not ask for anything more.
Gregory:
(I think it might be because it was a present from you... ...but bringing that up would be doubtlessly unrefined.)
Anything else
Master:
...I see nothing of particular interest in this.
Gregory:
(Mr. Master must be tired from questioning. I should be careful in selecting my own questions.) In that case, please do not let it bother you. Please entirely forget what I just showed you.
Master:
...When you put it that way, it makes me all the more concerned...
Gregory:
You ate the lyre from the sculpture in Mr. Dover's room, correct?
Master:
Yes, the one that was in the same glass case as the Gemini Sculpture.
Gregory:
...Please have a look at this picture, Mr. Master. Did you eat from this lyre that's missing the strings?
Master:
Yes, that lyre originally had strings. However, I ate them all, resulting in what you see here in this picture.
Gregory:
(So the strings on the lyre were missing because he ate them...) Actually, Delicia ate part of the same lyre that you did. However, she said it was so salty that she could not eat it.
Master:
! ...You don't say...! That means... there might be a problem with my sense of taste, after all...
Gregory:
A problem with your sense of taste...? How so?
Master:
There is a taste disorder called "hypogeusia", in which you lose the ability to taste salt. Perhaps... I have contracted this illness. I just never realized it since I eat nothing but sweets... However, I now know with certainly.
Gregory:
(So that's why he couldn't tell what the food they served here tasted like...)
Kate:
No...! For a pastry chef to lose their sense of taste is fatal!
Gregory:
...Even if there is treatment for taste impairment, there isn't a cure for it yet. But, it's probably best that you let the police know so you can receive a medical examination.
Master:
No... That won't be necessary. ...There is a recipe in my mansion specifically for making the cure.
Gregory:
A recipe for a drug that will cure your taste impairment?
Master:
Yes... Please look for it later when you return to the mansion.
Kate:
! Monsieur Master... but that means revealing the...!
Master:
Kate... We should no longer conceal it from Mr. Gregory.
Kate:
...Yes, sir. I understand. If that is what you wish...
Gregory:
(A recipe for a special drug... Just what are they hiding?)
Kate:
Well, then... I must be returning to the mansion now, so I will take my leave.
Gregory:
Yes, we will be heading there later as well.
Master:
...Kate.
Kate:
? What is it, Monsieur Master?
Master:
You... should not live for my sake.
Kate:
!
Master:
You should... reconsider your lifestyle. So that you can live by yourself, even if I were no longer around...
Kate:
P-Please do not say things like that! I simply cannot live without you, Monsieur Master! I promise to wait for you until you return...! .....Excuse me!
Ray:
Ah...! Kate...!
Master:
...Katherine...
Ray:
Master Jeff... Kate was crying. Why did you say something so cruel...?
Master:
...I am worried about her. Katherine always put me... before herself.
Gregory:
What do you mean...?
Master:
She collects Pierre Hoquet's works and makes sweets... ...all to make me happy, nothing more. That is the only reason she does anything.
Ray:
!
Master:
She always puts aside her own preferences and things that she wants to do herself. ...I want Katherine to choose to live her own life. I do not want her to waste her valuable life because of me.
Ray:
Is... that so...?
Gregory:
(He thinks of Ms. Hall as his own daughter. And he would want his children to choose their own path in life. And... a parent would do anything to protect their own children. That feeling... I also know it well.) Well, that should do it for the questions. We must return to the scene of the crime.
Master:
Ah... It is already time to leave, I see. So will my tribulations... of questioning... resume...
Gregory:
We should take measures against their interrogations from our side as well.
Master:
Can you ask the police about that?
Gregory:
I can... But I have other ways in mind, as well. ...When the time comes.
Master:
Ho ho... You are a dependable man. I shall be counting on you.
Ray:
Master Jeff... We'll come here every day with reports of our progress! And we'll bring Kate, too!
Master:
Yes... Thank you very much. I shall be looking forward to it.
Gregory:
...Mr. Master, know that the police will be attempting to get you to confess. I am sorry to ask an innocent soul like yourself to bear with these painful experiences... ...but please hold on for now. If you confess, I am positive that Von Karma will use that to his advantage. And that will make helping you all that much more difficult.
Master:
...I understand. I shall do my best.
Gregory:
If you believe in me until the bitter end, I will definitely get you out of here.
December 25, 11:03 AMContest VenueFountain Patio
Gregory:
...Detective Badd, thank you for helping us earlier.
Ray:
Yes, thank you!
Badd:
Hmph... Thanks for what?
Gregory:
Heh.....
Ray:
Ah ha ha ha! There's no need to be shy about it!
Badd:
.....Tsk. Enough about that... I suppose... you intend to investigate today too?
Gregory:
Of course. We still need more information to prove Mr. Master's innocence.
Badd:
I'm sorry... but apart from this patio... you're not allowed to investigate anywhere else.
Ray:
What!? So you're saying we can't investigate!?
Gregory:
...I'm guessing this is Von Karma's doing?
Badd:
Yeah... Von Karma's a bit on edge at the moment... He still... hasn't received the autopsy report. Moreover... the only ones in this mansion are Ms. Hall and the police... So don't get your hopes up... on speaking with the people connected to this case.
Ray:
Von Karma's being completely unreasonable! He's gone too far...!
Gregory:
.....Detective Badd. What you intend to do?
Badd:
I promised... I'll do anything I can... to assist you.
Gregory:
...You have my thanks.
Ray:
We won't let any of Von Karma's dirty tricks get the best of us!
Gregory:
Detective Badd, is it alright if we investigate the Fountain Patio?
Badd:
Yes... but we've already finished checking everything, except for the fountain...
Gregory:
That's fine. As long as there is still something, I shall continue investigating.
Begin Investigation
Contest VenueFountain Patio
Partner
Badd:
...What?
The investigation
Gregory:
What do you think about the case, Detective Badd?
Badd:
...The police's opinion... is the same as Von Karma's. But... I don't buy that. The investigation of this patio... is also lacking as well... I have... already talked to the labbies. You can ask them... anything you want.
Gregory:
...I appreciate that. Thank you, Detective Badd.
Badd:
Hmph... I'm not really doing it for you. I just want an investigation I can approve of.
Instruments
Gregory:
It seems these musical instruments were used in "Piece of Cake". Of course, these probably aren't made of candy.
Badd:
......
Gregory:
Detective Badd looks somewhat disappointed...
Officiers
Officer:
The investigation is underway. Only authorized personnel beyond this point.
Badd:
Aren't I... authorized personnel...?
Officer:
S-Sorry! Authorized personnel are prohibited too!
Gregory:
I guess that means no one can enter.
Badd:
Are these... Von Karma's orders...? I can't stand that guy...!
Drum
Gregory:
It's a drum in the shape of a cake... It was probably used in "Piece of Cake." Detective Badd, about this drum...
Badd:
...It's already been investigated... The inside... is hollow. But, there's no sign that anything was hidden inside. It's not related to the case.
Gregory:
...You knew exactly what I was going to say.
Badd:
Hmph. I may have a sweet tooth, but... that doesn't mean I have candy for brains.
Santa Claus figure
Gregory:
It's a figure of Santa Claus... I suppose it's also made of candy.
Badd:
...Behind that door... is Master's room. This Santa... is probably another one of his works.
Gregory:
(Santa, huh... I wonder what I should get my son for Christmas this year. I think he said... he wanted an attorney's badge... I wonder if I could ask Mr. Master to make him one out of candy...)
Reindeer figure
Badd:
This leads to... Gustavia's room.
Gregory:
There's a reindeer by the door. According to the nameplate, it's made entirely of candy.
Badd:
Such splendid antlers... Very manly...
Gregory:
But, a male reindeer's antlers fall off during the winter. So, this must be a female.
Badd:
...You lawyers, always giving out useless information...
Gregory:
(What does that have to do with being a lawyer...)
Trophy on left side
Gregory:
What an amazing trophy.
Badd:
It's probably... Master's. "World's Greatest Pastry Chef", huh...
Gregory:
It's also made out of candy. ...It doesn't seem like it would last long.
Badd:
Honor and glory... don't last long... I think that's the lesson here.
Gregory:
(I don't think it's quite as deep as that...)
Raymond Shields
Gregory:
Raymond. Could we talk for a bit?
Ray:
Sure thing, Mr. Edgeworth! Fire away!
About the case
Gregory:
Raymond. Have you noticed anything about the case?
Ray:
A lot actually! Mr. Dover's body was found in Mr. Master's room... And we found the murder weapon, that rock salt lamp, in Ms. Delicious' candy castle! *sigh* ...Ms. Delicious' desserts aren't so dreamy anymore, huh.
Gregory:
Yes... You're right.
Ray:
And Kate looks sad too...
Gregory:
I asked you to "note" not to "dote"...
Ray:
...Huh? Did I do something wrong?
Gregory:
(...I'm getting a little worried about your future.)
Raymond Shields
Gregory:
This case was your first investigation, huh, Raymond.
Ray:
Yes! And I've been taking memos on everything that's happening! It's truly an inspiration to be investigating with you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Badd:
...You aiming to be an attorney...?
Ray:
Yeah, defense attorneys are heroes of justice who help those in need! The moment I saw how amazing Mr. Edgeworth was in court, I decided to be his apprentice!
Badd:
But... detectives also defend people...
Ray:
But, I already have my heart set on becoming a defense attorney.
Badd:
.....Hmph... Is that so? Well... good luck then.
Gregory:
(...Perhaps Detective Badd wants an apprentice too?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ray:
That's the attorney's badge I've been yearning for... I'll get one too, you'll see!
Gregory:
...The scale engraved on this badge represents "truth" and "fairness". You shouldn't just aim at getting one of these badges... You should aim at becoming an attorney that wouldn't put this badge to shame.
Ray:
...Y-Yes!
Gregory:
(I, too, need to set an example as a venerable attorney for him to follow.)
Jeff's Teapot
Ray:
I'd like to drink tea elegantly from a tea pot like that.
Gregory:
I'm sorry... all we've got at the office is black coffee. ...My son likes drinking tea, so we keep it at home.
Ray:
O-Oh, don't worry! I like your coffee too. Blacker than a moonless night, hotter and more bitter than hell itself. That is... ...coffee... I love it. B-But, it is rather bitter!
Gregory:
(...Note to self: coffee has a bad effect on lawyers.)
Rock Salt Lamp or Fluorescent Cloth
Ray:
Ms. Delicious' decorations are all so cool!
Gregory:
And, also against the rules...
Ray:
It seems she has a few more. Relaxation goods, I mean. Fluorescent pillows, fluorescent dresses, fluorescent sunglasses, and so on...
Gregory:
I don't think that's a particularly relaxing lineup.
Dover's Sherbet Salon
Ray:
So, it's all made of sherbet.
Gregory:
It has amazing workmanship. But there's something that is bothering me... (I don't know why, but something feels out of place with these sculptures...)
Ray:
Something bothering you...? Ah, I get it! Because the statues are works of art, you can't eat them... So they're "hard to stomach".
Gregory:
The sculptures are edible, though. Delicia and Mr. Master both had some.
Ray:
Uugh... I was just joking...
Anything else
Ray:
Hmm... Is this an important piece of evidence? Yeah! It's been very helpful!
Gregory:
...Could I ask how you found it helpful?
Ray:
Err... sorry. I haven't digested its contents yet!
Gregory:
(It would seem he hasn't matured at all since our conversation earlier...)
Fountain
Gregory:
These angel statues look like they're eating chocolate fondue.
Badd:
It would seem... these angel statues... are also Pierre Hoquet's works. As expected... they're very well made. ...Looks just like the real thing...
Gregory:
So, you've seen a real angel before, Detective Badd?
Badd:
...Tch. Defense attorneys... Always the first to find fault with everything...
Gregory:
(Hmm... Perhaps that was wrong of me?)
Elevator
Gregory:
Where does this elevator go?
Badd:
To the second floor... Master and Hall's quarters... Apparently, on their days off... Master makes candy and holds tea parties upstairs... But if it's a nice day... They probably have it in the gardens or something...
Gregory:
That sounds nice. I'd like an invite when the case is over. Would you like to come too, Detective Badd?
Badd:
...You're wasting your breath. I don't fraternize with attorneys...
Forensics
Gregory:
What... are you investigating exactly?
Forensics:
Sir! I'm testing the water in the fountain for foreign matter, sir!
Badd:
Have you... found anything...?
Forensics:
It seems there's both chocolate and sherbet mixed in with the fountain water. It matches the chocolate from Jeff Master's room... ...and the sherbet that melted in Isaac Dover's room. They all share the same composition.
Badd:
The fountain water circulates through the streams that flow from each of the four rooms... Perhaps the melted sherbet... flowed into the fountain.
Forensics:
Also... someone's blood was detected as well!
Badd:
...What are you saying? How could there have been blood in the fountain...!
Gregory:
Detective Badd, please think back to our investigation of the crime scene.
Gregory:
Detective Badd. Please look at the crime scene carefully once more. The bloodstain that should have remained at the crime scene has disappeared!
Badd:
...! I definitely... didn't get any reports about the bloodstain being cleaned up...
Gregory:
The blood disappeared from the crime scene. Also, part of the treasure chest was missing too.
Badd:
!
Gregory:
Perhaps... the blood in the fountain belongs to this person.
Present Isaac Dover profile
Gregory:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Hmm... the victim..."
Present anyone else
Gregory:
Take that!
Gregory:
I think the blood belongs to this person...
Badd:
I think... the blood... must have rushed to your head... When did... that person... ever bleed...?
Gregory:
E-Er, well... (What was I thinking... There's only one person who shed blood!)
Leads back to:
"Perhaps... the blood in the fountain belongs to this person."
Badd:
Hmm... the victim... Let's run a comparison... with the blood on the murder weapon...
Badd:
...It's a match. The blood in the fountain... is Dover's.
Gregory:
(I wonder why the criminal spilled the victim's blood into the fountain...)
Victim's Blood added to the Court Record.
Forensics (subsequent times)
Gregory:
(He's testing the water. I won't disturb him. The victim's blood was found in the fountain water... I wonder why the criminal spilled the victim's blood into the fountain.)
Sign panel
Gregory:
The owner of the works in each room are written on this notice board. From the left, Mr. Master, Mr. Gustavia, Ms. Delicia, and Mr. Dover. Incidentally, it would seem the board is also made of candy. ...Do they plan to eat all this stuff when the contest is over?
Trophies on right side
Gregory:
Many of the tropies Master has received are placed here. Besides dessert contests, there are also awards for his charity work. An evident display of both his skill and character. Hm? This trophy is... To recognize the TV program "Piece of Cake" for giving children hopes and dreams. Hopes and dreams... Now I want to see it too.
Snowman figure
Badd:
This leads to... Delicia's room...
Gregory:
This snowman here is rather eye-catching. It's made from powdered sugar...
Badd:
...Oh. Powdered sugar, huh...
Gregory:
(He's staring at it quite intently. ...I hope he's not thinking of sneaking a taste.)
Harp
Gregory:
A harp and some maracas are lined up here. They're so exquisitely crafted, I can't tell from looking if they are sweets or the real thing. I'd like to touch them, but... that would go against the rule of preserving the crime scene.
Badd:
Keep your hands off them. I... already checked. They're... real instruments...
Gregory:
But, if you can't tell by looking, how did you know they were real without touching them?
Badd:
Indeed... I didn't touch them. ...Not with my hands, that is.
Gregory:
(Surely not...... No, I'm overthinking it.)
Christmas tree
Gregory:
It's a Christmas tree made out of table sugar.
Badd:
Thanks to these decorations... this place is on red alert... If even a single ant made it inside... It would be terrible...
Gregory:
(Indeed, if ants got in here, it would be disastrous.)
Katherine Hall
Gregory:
Ms. Hall. I've come to investigate today.
Kate:
Ah... Monsieur Edgeworth. I apologize for my disgraceful behavior earlier.
Ray:
Kate... She still looks a bit down.
Gregory:
(What Master said earlier must have been a real shock to her.)
Kate:
...I've prepared the photo I took of the desserts during the semifinals. ...Please, take a look.
Ray:
Wow! Delicia's cake is so cute!
Kate:
Monsieur Master also praised the design of Delicia's work very highly. Messieurs Gustavia and Dover's works gained high praise for both taste and design, but... ...Monsieur Master said it felt like he was eating the exact same thing twice. But it seems that their desserts had completely different tastes for the finals.
Gregory:
...Was there anything else that was different between the finals and the semifinals?
Kate:
...It's nothing major, but there was something. During the contest, Monsieur Gustavia's son always came to see him, but... ...there was no sign of him at the finals.
Gregory:
(His son came to visit...? I wonder if there is any significance behind that.) Would you mind leaving this photo with me?
Kate:
Certainly. Anything to aid in the investigation.
Semifinal Desserts added to the Court Record.
Kate:
And... here's the recipe book that contains the special drug for caring taste disorders.
Gregory:
! That cover looks familiar.
Badd:
Wasn't this framed... in Master's room...?
Kate:
Since it's also the prize for the contest, we put it out on display.
Ray:
Ehh! So the contest prize, "Angel's Recipe"... ...wasn't just a recipe for desserts?
Kate:
That's right. We've informed the participants, but... ...it seems you all don't know yet.
Gregory:
(So the participants knew about the true contests of the Angel's Recipe...)
Angel's Recipe Book added to the Court Record.
Gregory:
Ms. Hall. Please tell me all know about the Angel's Recipe.
The Angel's Recipe
Gregory:
So, the Angel's Recipe contains the formula for the drug.
Kate:
Yes. It's a recipe book for new drugs that haven't been released to the public yet. If sold to a pharmaceutical company, I'm sure it would fetch a substantial price.
Badd:
Why... is something like that a prize in the contest...?
Kate:
Monsieur Master is the only heir to the Chairman of the Master Group.
Ray:
M... Master Group? That name sounds familiar...
Badd:
...They're... a pharmaceutical company who deal a wide range of products...
Ray:
Ah! They've become big news recently with the release of Coldkiller X. I often use the Coldkiller products!
Gregory:
(But, I've never once seen you with a cold...) I would like to hear more about the Master Group.
Master Group (appears after The Angel's Recipe)
Leads to:
"Did Mr. Master not want to follow in his parent's footsteps?"
Present
Attorney's Badge
Kate:
Why dod you carry that badge around with you?
Gregory:
As long as I have this with me, people can tell that I'm a defense attorney at first glance.
Kate:
How convenient. If only pastry chefs had such a badge. Or better yet, make murderers wear a badge.
Gregory:
...For murderers, there's a thing called handcuffs.
Signet Crest or Jeff's Teapot
Kate:
I still can't believe Monsieur Dover and Pierre Hoquet are the same person...
Gregory:
Can you prove you didn't know that until recently?
Kate:
W-Well, no. That would be difficult... But... will that be a problem?
Gregory:
...Well, no, I suppose not. (That didn't really get me anywhere. But I guess that comes with the job...)
Instant Camera or Dover's Sherbet Salon
Kate:
There is... no excuse for what I've done.
Gregory:
It has amazing workmanship. But there's something that is bothering me... (I don't know why, but something feels out of place with these sculptures...)
Kate:
Something bothering you...? Ah, I get it! Because the statues are works of art, you can't eat them... So they're "hard to stomach".
Gregory:
The sculptures are edible, though. Delicia and Mr. Master both had some.
Kate:
Uugh... I was just joking...
Anything else
Gregory:
I'd like to hear what you have to say about this.
Kate:
♪ I don't know! Much about! ♪ ♬ The items related to the incideeeent! ♪
*ding*
Kate:
♪ Aaaah! I'm soooo soorryyyy! ♬
Gregory:
...*sigh*
Gregory:
Did Mr. Master not want to follow in his parent's footsteps?
Kate:
Monsieur Master... wanted to bring joy to people with his desserts. His parents also wanted him to become a great pastry chef and supported him. When his parents died, the recipe book was left to him as his inheritance.
Gregory:
Why would he give away a memento of his parents as a prize in the contest...?
Kate:
There were always people who were after it, something which troubled Monsieur Master. But just giving away the memento would have been disrespectful to his parents. So, he decided to pass it over to someone he acknowledged.
Badd:
And the members of the Master Group... approved of that? Information about new drugs... being passed on to outsiders...
Kate:
...Of course they objected. That's why... Delicia participated in the contest. On the order of the Master Group, she was requested to win the championship.
Gregory:
! You knew Delicia's true identity from the start?
Kate:
...Yes. In order for her to win, I told her Monsieur Master's tastes and preferences.
Gregory:
Why did you help her?
Kate:
I helped her... in order to protect Monsieur Master and the Master Group... If the drug recipes were given to another company, he would be reprimanded by the board. I wanted to return the recipes to the company in a way that Monsieur Master would accept...
Gregory:
(So it was due to Ms. Hall's help that Delicia was able to reach the finals...)
Ray:
Speaking of which, Mr. Dover wasn't a pastry chef either. He sure did well to make it to the finals, considering he's just a sculptor.
Kate:
Yes. For him to be able to make such fine desserts despite being a sculptor...!
Gregory:
(From the sherbet sculptures he made for the finals, it's clear to see he has great talent, but... ...could he really have made that by himself?)
Kate:
That is all I know... Is there anything else I can do to help?
Gregory:
(...To save Mr. Master, she's trying to help as much as she can.) May we perhaps have some more of that tea from yesterday please, Ms. Hall? I'm sure that would help us get on with the investigation.
Ray:
Yeah! I'd like some of Kate's tea too!
Kate:
...Right! Understood. I'll be back in a minute!
Ray:
Kate looks a bit better now!
(Examining forensics and clearing Kate's all "Talk" options leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Gregory:
(We've gathered information about all the contestants... ...and yet we still haven't heard Gustavia's side of the story.)
Gregory:
That reminds me... Why did you enter Mr. Dover's room, Mr. Gustavia?
Gustavia:
Ah. Well, that was because...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Silence, ignoramus! You are not to give that attorney the tiniest hint of information.
Gregory:
(What exactly was he doing in Mr. Dover's room...? And moreover... something is odd about his semifinal entry. A pastry chef bad at design, and a sculptor skilled only at designing... It would have been extremely difficult for either of them to win the contest alone. Could it be that Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover's connection is...) Detective Badd. We have reason to suspect the actions of Dane Gustavia.
Badd:
Yeah...
Gregory:
It is imperative that we find a way to contact him at once.
von Karma:
...Oh? This conversation is most interesting. However... I cannot allow you to speak with Mr. Gustavia.
Gregory:
Von Karma...!
von Karma:
I have already conducted my interrogation of him. It is not necessary for him to speak any further, especially to a mere defense attorney. Tsk tsk tsk... but I will answer your questions in that fool's place.
Gregory:
(...It seems Von Karma intends to prevent me from meeting Gustavia in person.) I understand. In that case, I have but one thing to ask you.
von Karma:
...Yes?
Gregory:
I would like to know the relationship between Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover.
-- Their Connection --
von Karma:
Gustavia and Dover's relationship?
It's obvious the only relationship they had was that they happened to participate in the same contest.
Gregory:
...That's it?
von Karma:
Hmph... There is nothing more to say.
Ray:
What! How are we supposed to understand anything from so little...!?
Gregory:
If we want Von Karma to divulge the truth, we have no choice but to present evidence. ...It's all too obvious that he's hiding something.
Rebuttal
-- Their Connection --
von Karma:
Gustavia and Dover's relationship?
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
Are you sure Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover aren't linked in some way?
von Karma:
Hmph... Do not interrupt me with your baseless allegations. If we were in court right now I'd have you held in contempt.
Ray:
I don't think Von Karma has that kind of authority though...
Badd:
Von Karma... is famous... for having even the judges wrapped around his finger...
Ray:
WHAAAAAAAA!? That's insane!
Gregory:
(...Seems like it won't be easy to go against him in court.) Prosecutor von Karma. Please continue your argument.
von Karma:
It's obvious the only relationship they had was that they happened to participate in the same contest.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
It may have been a coincidence that the two participated in the same contest... ...however, you can't say for sure that they weren't connected.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Defense attorney. How many times must I tell you... If you have no evidence to challenge my argument, be silent!
Gregory:
...... (I'll be silent for now, then. So I need to show evidence of a link between Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover...)
von Karma:
...Your mouth may be silent, but your eyes tell me everything. What is it you want to say!?
Gregory:
(D... Does he want me to speak or be silent!?)
Present Semifinal Desserts
Gregory:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Prosecutor von Karma. I'd like you to look at these desserts."
Gregory:
It would seem Von Karma does not want us to know Gustavia and Dover's real connection.
Ray:
Maybe the connection between those two puts the prosecution at a disadvantage?
Gregory:
(Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover should have had something in common. I should enlighten Von Karma on this fact.)
Gregory:
Prosecutor von Karma. I'd like you to look at these desserts. The desserts were made for the contest's semifinals. ...Don't you think these two have a particularly impressive design?
von Karma:
Hmph! Just what are you getting at?
Gregory:
These two desserts were made by Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover. I wouldn't exactly call Mr. Gustavia's design skills praiseworthy. And yet, for the semifinals, he was able to produce something comparable to Mr. Dover's. Furthermore, these two desserts have the exact same flavor.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
...What are you trying to say?
Gregory:
I'm saying it's possible they collaborated with each other on their entries! Prosecutor von Karma. Please take a closer look at their desserts. At first glance, they may look completely different... But even though the designs are different, it's clear they were made from the same materials!
von Karma:
......Is that so?
Gregory:
The same flavor and composition... It's impossible to dismiss their similarity as coincidence. The very existence of these two desserts points to a link between Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover!
von Karma:
...Hmph. Since you already know this much, I'll tell you the truth.
Gregory:
! (Did Von Karma know about their collaboration...?)
von Karma:
However... what I am about to say is not going to help your case at all.
-- Their Real Connection --
von Karma:
If you want to know about Gustavia and Dover's connection so badly, I'll tell you.
Last night, when I interrogated Gustavia, he told me about his connection with Dover.
Until the day before the finals, they worked on their desserts together.
Gregory:
You knew about their cooperation all this time, didn't you? Why would you conceal the truth?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
I would appreciate it if you didn't sully my reputation. Until I explain my points in court, I avoid giving away unnecessary details. I was merely saving you time.
Gregory:
(How can he act like this and keep the truth from us...? His concealment of the truth... is something I simply cannot ignore!)
Rebuttal
-- Their Real Connection --
von Karma:
If you want to know about Gustavia and Dover's connection so badly, I'll tell you.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
It seems you knew about their real connection all along. Why did you hide it from us...!?
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... I would never divulge information to a mere insect such as yourself so easily. ...I am not a fool like that detective after all.
Badd:
! I... was just doing things... my way.
von Karma:
Hmph! It was because you defied me that he gained this information in the first place.
von Karma:
Last night, when I interrogated Gustavia, he told me about his connection with Dover.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
Last night... that was after Mr. Dover's sculptures had melted, right?
von Karma:
Yes. Afterwards, I went to interrogate Gustavia personally.
Ray:
I-Interrogated by Von Karma? Uuugh... Sounds scary.
Gregory:
Knowing Mr. Gustavia, I feel like he probably tried to meditate through the interrogation.
von Karma:
The moment he closed his eyes... ...I snapped my fingers, like, so, to show him that no one remains silent in front of me!
Gregory:
(And did that... have any effect?)
von Karma:
Because of that, I was able to get a perfect a perfect confession about his connection with Dover.
von Karma:
Until the day before the finals, they worked on their desserts together.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
Why do you think Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover collaborated?
von Karma:
Why? Because Gustavia had poor design sense, and Dover was a novice at baking. Without the help of each other, they would never have made it through a single round.
Gregory:
...If so, what was their mutual goal? Why cooperate until the finals?
von Karma:
"The finals will be fought on our own merits", Gustavia said, and he ended their collaboration. Gustavia's goal was to obtain the title of the World's Greatest Pastry Chef. It seems his pride as a pastry chef won out in the end.
Ray:
Victory in the finals would certainly have been hollow had he created...
Gregory:
(So he believes that their cooperation only went as far as the semifinals... ...but what if it really continued through the finals?) ...Prosecutor von Karma. Could you explain their cooperation in a little more detail?
von Karma:
Hmph... Very well.
Change this statement to:
"Why? Because Gustavia had poor design sense, and Dover was a novice at baking." and "Their cooperation lasted only through the semifinals. For the finals, they were on their own."
Present Delicia's Testimony
Gregory:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say that Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover did not collaborate during the finals...?"
von Karma:
Why? Because Gustavia had poor design sense, and Dover was a novice at baking.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
Concerning your statement about Mr. Gustavia's designs... I've no objections to that.
Ray:
I have... no objections either. He's got no sense of style.
von Karma:
When I saw him attempting to fashion my likeness with candy... Hmph! Just thinking about it disgusts me!
Badd:
I actually liked his candy crafting, though...
von Karma:
A novice pastry chef, and one with no sense of design. ...It's only natural such pathetic specimens would associate with each other.
von Karma:
Their cooperation lasted only through the semifinals. For the finals, they were on their own.
Press
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
They cooperated the day before, but not the day itself...? That seems highly unnatural, don't you think?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
What I am saying is only the truth. How "unnatural" it is matters not!
Gregory:
(But weren't you "unnaturally" concealing that very same truth just a minute ago? There must have been a reason he hid this fact from us...!)
Present Delicia's Testimony
Gregory:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say that Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover did not collaborate during the finals...?"
Gregory:
Mr. Master said Mr. Dover was the favorite to win at the finals.
Ray:
Which means he must have still been cooperating with Mr. Gustavia at the time, right?
Gregory:
...Yes, that is what I believe. (I must have evidence that proves that they still cooperated during the finals...!)
Gregory:
You say that Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover did not collaborate during the finals...? That's strange...
von Karma:
......
Gregory:
Delicia testified that "Dover's sherbet was most delicious." Being a novice chef, I doubt he could have done all that by himself. Perhaps the two of them cooperated during the finals as well?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Defense attorney! How many times do I have to tell you! Delicia Scones' subjective opinion cannot be admitted as evidence! There is still a chance that a novice chef could make something tasty! My wife is an amateur, yet her cooking rivals that of world class chefs!
Gregory:
(...How is THAT not a subjective opinion!)
von Karma:
Moreover... even if you take this pharmacist's testimony to be true, it changes nothing. She also mentioned that a part of his sherbet was very salty. Which means you can hardly call his entry for the finals perfect!
Gregory:
N... Nnghhoooh!
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... What, no more objections?
Gregory:
(Is there no way I can prove their collaboration...?)
Ray:
Umm... Mr. Edgeworth. There's something that's been bugging me...
Gregory:
Hm... What is it?
Ray:
The desserts Mr. Dover made for the finals would have taken a long time to make, right?
Gregory:
Indeed... They were frozen sculptures after all.
Ray:
How would he have had the time to sculpt it after it was frozen? Let alone help Mr. Gustavia with his design as well...
Gregory:
!
Ray:
The way I see it, just waiting for the sherbet to freeze would have used up all of his time. Hmm... Just how was he able to make those sherbet sculptures?
Gregory:
.....Raymond. You may have a promising future after all. Thanks to you, I have noticed one more possibility.
Ray:
......?
Gregory:
(That's right... Mr. Dover's sherbet needed time to freeze properly. And the contest's time limit would not have been enough. The method Mr. Dover used to make his sherbet within the time limit was...)
It was prepared in advance
Leads to:
"(If the sherbet was prepared in advance, all he'd need to do was sculpt it...!)"
It was frozen on that day
Gregory:
(Maybe he somehow... managed to freeze it on that day... Heh... What's gotten into me? If that were the case, my logic wouldn't hold up. Mr. Dover's sherbet needed time to freeze properly.)
Leads back to:
"(And the contest's time limit would not have been enough.)"
They weren't desserts
Gregory:
(Perhaps those sculptures weren't desserts to begin with... Delicia's teeth would have to be amazingly strong to bite through that! ...In other words, this theory is impossible. Mr. Dover's sherbet needed time to freeze properly.)
Leads back to:
"(And the contest's time limit would not have been enough.)"
Gregory:
(If the sherbet was prepared in advance, all he'd need to do was sculpt it...!)
von Karma:
You... Just what are you mumbling about?
Gregory:
...Please excuse me. I've finally realized. Your earlier view... was correct.
Ray:
Huh!? M-Mr. Edgeworth...?
Badd:
...What are you doing...?
von Karma:
Oh? So you're finally admitting defeat?
Gregory:
No... All I am admitting to is the truth of one of your statements. "Dover and Gustavia's collaboration lasted only until the day before the finals." It is exactly as you said, they only cooperated until the day before the finals.
von Karma:
.....
Gregory:
The sculptures in Mr. Dover's room were all made out of sherbet. ...Such an amount would most likely need to be left overnight to freeze. Which means Mr. Gustavia prepared Mr. Dover's sherbet in advance the day before!
von Karma:
......Hmph. That's right. So you realize Gustavia's cooperation ended the day before the finals.
Gregory:
Then, why did Mr. Dover not help Mr. Gustavia in return?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
...The views of the dead are of no concern to me.
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
If you aren't going to answer that, I'll need to get in touch with Mr. Gustavia himself. Or was your interrogation not quite as thorough as you claim?
von Karma:
You ingrate... You dare mock me!
Gregory:
That was not my intention, but I do have a problem with your attitude. I want you to give us a clear reason why we can't speak to Mr. Gustavia in person.
von Karma:
Hmph. A clear reason? Gustavia and Dover's collaboration has no bearing on this case.
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
You claim their collaboration is irrelevant? If Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover's relationship had turned sour... ...it could serve as a motive for murder!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
You're saying that Gustavia and Dover's collaboration was linked to the motive for the murder...? If that were the case, why did he not conceal it? After all, we found out about this collaboration from Gustavia himself!
Gregory:
!
von Karma:
If you really are a lawyer, show us evidence that gives us reason to suspect Gustavia!
Gregory:
...... (Only one of Mr. Gustavia's actions has been suspicious so far. Doubtless Von Karma already knows of this facts. This... could be a trap by Von Karma.)
von Karma:
Hmph... What's wrong, defense attorney? Not going to answer?
Gregory:
(But... I mustn't back down now!) Mr. Gustavia sneaked into Mr. Dover's room. His reasons for this are currently unclear. But the very fact he secretly entered the victim's room is reason enough to suspect him!
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... If that's the extent of it, I can dispel those doubts.
Gregory:
(I knew it. Was it a trap after all...?)
von Karma:
I was intending to save this for the courtroom, but I'll make a special exception. We wouldn't want to prolong the trial with unnecessary information, would we? ....Take a look at this.
Gregory:
This is...!
von Karma:
This is a photo of Gustavia and Dover... and their sons.
Family Photo added to the Court Record.
von Karma:
Gustavia entered Dover's room in order to steal this photo.
Gregory:
To steal the photo...?
von Karma:
It seems their sons attended the same elementary school. Apparently he thought that he'd be suspected if people find out he and Dover were acquainted. Yes... just like you're doing now!
Gregory:
Ngh...!
von Karma:
There is nothing suspicious about Gustavia's actions! No further room for argument!
Gregory:
Nghoooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
Gregory:
(He's still adamant on not letting us meet with Mr. Gustavia...!)
von Karma:
...I have an investigation to return to. I have no more time to waste on the likes of you.
Ray:
Curse that Von Karma! Calling us a waste of time! What should we do... Mr. Edgeworth! At this rate, Master Jeff will be...!
Gregory:
Von Karma is... busy? (Of course... Why would he be so busy? Both the body and murder weapon have been found, and he already has his suspect. The police should have more than enough evidence to prove Mr. Master's guilt. If that's the case, then why is Von Karma still investigating the crime scene?)
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth...? Is there something wrong?
Gregory:
...It seems I have been overlooking a matter of vital importance. Considering that he already has the evidence he needs to convict Mr. Master... I feel that Von Karma isn't as composed as he should be. He didn't even tell Detective Badd the full results of the investigation.
Badd:
Yeah... Von Karma's a bit on edge at the moment... He still... hasn't received the autopsy report. (No autopsy report - A day after the incident, the autopsy report still has not arrived.)
Gregory:
Furthermore... something vanished from the crime scene, and we still don't know why.
Gregory:
Detective Badd. Please look at the crime scene carefully once more. The bloodstain (Bloodstain disappeared - The victim's blood was not found in Mr. Master's room.) that should have remained at the crime scene has disappeared!
Badd:
...! I definitely... didn't get any reports about the bloodstain being cleaned up...
Gregory:
But the strangest thing we found wasn't in Mr. Master's room at all...
Badd:
...It's a match. The blood in the fountain... is Dover's (Blood in the water fountain - Traces of Dover's blood was found in the fountain water.).
Gregory:
(Mr. Dover's blood vanished from Mr. Master's room... And somehow found its way into the fountain. What does this mean?)
Connect "Bloodstain disappeared" and "Blood in the water fountain"
Leads to:
"(Although the victim's blood wasn't found in Mr. Master's room...)"
Gregory:
(Although the victim's blood wasn't found in Mr. Master's room... It was detected in the water fountain. There would be no need for the killer to conceal the bloodstains after the body was found. It's unnatural that only the bloodstains that were found with the body disappeared. Unless the body was moved, the blood would have still remained on the chocolate. Don't tell me... someone removed the body (Was the body removed? - Blood vanished from the scene because body was removed?) and then erased the bloodstains?)
Connect "No autopsy report" and "Was the body removed?"
Leads to:
"(It's possible that the body was removed from the crime scene...)"
Gregory:
(It's possible that the body was removed from the crime scene... And the autopsy report still has not arrived. Although we have a murder weapon and a suspect, we don't know much about the body... I've been investigating under the assumption that the body had been discovered... Perhaps this assumption was wrong from the very beginning...! Why didn't Von Karma give Detective Badd the autopsy report? To understand that... yes, I must turn my logic around! My thinking shouldn't be "why is Von Karma hiding information about the body." But rather, "what if Von Karma doesn't even have the information to begin with?" ...What happens if I think of it like that? It's possible that the body wasn't removed by the police for autopsy... It was moved and hidden by the real killer!)
Ray:
Mr. Edgeworth...?
Gregory:
...I've heard many dark rumors surrounding Von Karma. He's a prosecutor who forges evidence, fabricates testimonies and makes backroom deals.
Ray:
Yeah, I've heard that too! But... what does that have to do with this?
Gregory:
I try to avoid judging others based on rumors. And I didn't let those rumors influence my opinion on Von Karma... Until today. It seems... he is a man who would distort the truth.
Ray:
Distort the truth...? You don't mean... forgery...!
Gregory:
...I do. (And I can't allow him to get away with this...!)
von Karma:
...I must return to the Prosecutors' Office for now. Not a word to that attorney.
Forensics:
Roger!
Gregory:
Hold it!
von Karma:
...What do you want, defense attorney?
Gregory:
I want to know the truth that you've been hiding.
von Karma:
Fool... Are you trying to mislead the police's investigation again!? If you interfere with the investigation any more, I'll be forced to reprimand you myself!
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
"Police" ...no. My objection is with you!
von Karma:
.....What?
Gregory:
Isn't it a prosecutor's job to ensure justice for criminals...!?
von Karma:
Hmph... What are you saying? I have no time to debate the job of a prosecutor with you. However, I will tell you one more thing. My job is to ensure all those I prosecute are found guilty. Before the perfect proof, there can be no room for doubt.
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
And to find that perfect proof, you would even stoop to forgery?
von Karma:
Ha! I was wondering what you were going on about... You intend to accuse me of forgery, don't you?
Gregory:
.....Yes. And it's for that reason... you did not allow Detective Badd to investigate.
von Karma:
...!
Badd:
....What do you mean...?
Gregory:
The real reason Detective Badd wasn't investigating was not so he could keep an eye on us. It was to hide the fact you never found the body!
Badd:
Wha...!
Ray:
They never... found the body...?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
You cretins! You WILL cease with these ludicrous accusations! I will not tolerate any further insults!
Gregory:
In that case, let us verify the body! If you do, we will have evidence that shows whether I am right or not!
von Karma:
.....Ngh! Tsk tsk tsk... The burden of proof falls on you, defense attorney! I have no reason to comply with your baseless conjecture!
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
You must have noticed it too. The lack of bloodstains at the crime scene. So why did the blood vanish? And more importantly... Where did it go?
von Karma:
Foolishness. Why would anyone erase just the blood in the chest that contained the body!?
Gregory:
Yes... that's exactly right. If the body had been found there, the disappearing bloodstains would have no meaning at all. ...However, what if the body was already gone? To erase the traces of the body being there, one would have to get rid of the bloodstains as well!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Why make such a fuss over those bloodstains. It seems like a trivial detail to me. Or, are you saying that you can show me where those bloodstains went!?
Gregory:
"In court, everything must be said with evidence." ...Isn't that right, Von Karma? In that case, I'll show you the evidence supporting my claim! (Which piece of evidence shows where the blood in Mr. Master's room went?)
Present Victim's Blood
Gregory:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There were traces of the victim's blood found in the fountain."
Present anything else
Gregory:
Take that!
Gregory:
As you can clearly see... this is where the blood disappeared to!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
I see no problem. With this flawed logic, you're the one who should disappear!
Gregory:
Nnghhoooh! (I-I can't just disappear!)
von Karma:
Typical defense attorney. I have no time for you! I must be going!
Gregory:
Hold it!
Gregory:
V-Von Karma! W-Wait, please look at this first!
Leads back to:
"(Which piece of evidence shows where the blood in Mr. Master's room went?)"
Gregory:
There were traces of the victim's blood found in the fountain.
von Karma:
.....
Gregory:
Traces of Mr. Master's chocolate were also found in this very fountain. In other words, the blood was washed down the stream, which then flowed into the fountain. All of this points to only one possibility! After the body was removed, someone erased the bloodstains!
von Karma:
Gah.....!
Gregory:
Von Karma. Where was the body really found? If you really found the body, you should be able to answer!
von Karma:
...You... How, how do you know this information!? How do you know the results of the water composition test on the fountain...!?
Badd:
...Because I allowed them to investigate.
von Karma:
Badd...! Always a thorn in my side...! From here on out, I will not allow you to associate any further with this case!
Badd:
Hmph... it's not like you were letting me do much anyway...
Gregory:
...Von Karma. You still haven't answered my question. Or... are you admitting to the fact that you didn't find the body after all?
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... You say I never found the body? Where is your evidence?
Gregory:
! (He's never going to confess...!)
von Karma:
I have nothing further to say to you. Gregory Edgeworth... This matter will be decided in court. We'll see just how well your logic holds up there!
Gregory:
Von Karma...! I know your methods are wrong! I promise, without fail... I will expose the truth you've hidden!
Gregory:
...Detective Badd, I'm sorry. It's because you let me investigate that...
Badd:
No... this was bound to happen... sooner or later. This is also... the first time... I have been restricted in my investigation... ...Your theory that they never found the body sounds pretty close to the mark.
Gregory:
That... I will make clear in court.
Badd:
Heh... if there's anything I can do to help, let me know. Even though... I'm no longer in charge of this case...
Gregory:
Then... though I'm very sorry about this, I have one more favor to ask of you.
Ray:
Hey, what are you guys whispering about? I wanna know too!
Gregory:
Heh... this will be my trump card in court. The information I've gathered up until now should be enough to prove Mr. Master's innocence. ...But, if all else fails, I'll have this ready.
Ray:
Your trump card...?
Gregory:
He heh... you'll see at the trial.
Ray:
Wow! I get to be at the trial too!?
Gregory:
Of course. You are my assistant after all.
Ray:
He he heh... I'll be an Ace Attorney too next year! Von Karma will never beat the two of us!
Gregory:
...Right. Although I hope to clear Mr. Master's name before you become a lawyer... If Von Karma is to be my opponent... he'll want the trial ended in a day.
Ray:
That's right... we have to save Master Jeff as fast as we can! After all, this is you we're talking about... I'm sure you'll beat Von Karma!
Gregory:
(Jeff Master, alone in a dark cell, arrested on false charges. I must expose Von Karma's lies if I am to save him...!)
To be continued.
April 2, 2:10 PMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Ray:
...And that's all Uncle Ray knows about the IS-7 Incident.
Edgeworth:
(So that's what happened in my father's last case... The truth of the IS-7 Incident.)
Kay:
What happened at the trial?
Ray:
In the end... Von Karma defeated us.
Kay:
Eh...! So, you couldn't prove Mr. Master's innocence?
Ray:
We had gathered plenty of evidence to prove it. But, Von Karma was even more despicable than we thought.
Edgeworth:
He was... a prosecutor who would do anything for his guilty verdict.
Ray:
That's right... and he really did use any means necessary. Because of this, the trial dragged on for about a year, until it finally reached a conclusion. I'll never forget that fateful day, when the judgement was passed down. The 28th of December. It's April now... So it's been a little over 17 years. How time flies...
Edgeworth:
(...The 28th of December, 17 years ago. I was watching from the gallery that day...)
Ray:
...Before the trial, your old man noticed that Mr. Master was acting strangely. He was at the breaking point, both mentally and physically. He wanted to be found guilty...
Kay:
No... Mr. Master didn't fake a confession, did he...?
Ray:
Yeah... That was what Von Karma was aiming for from the start. When your old man tried to expose the fact that the body had not been found... ...Von Karma used the power of his police cronies to quash that argument. ...He even went as far as to prepare a fake autopsy report. Then... they made Mr. Master give a false testimony, and confess to being an accomplice. With Mr. Master's confession, the situation quickly became dire... But... your old man had a trump card up his sleeve.
Edgeworth:
Was that the trump card he was talking to Detective Badd about...?
Ray:
Yeah. That trump card was to be our insurance, in case Mr. Master confessed. He had asked Detective Badd to have Mr. Master's interrogation recorded.
Kay:
Detective Badd... wanted to know the truth too, huh.
Ray:
After he was dropped from the investigation, he never stopped caring about the case. Even when he was involved with other large cases... He really was the definition of a true detective. The defense presented the recording, which proved that the confession was forced. Well, it seems the detective in charge of the initial investigation and interrogation... ...Rip Lacer, took all of the blame and was charged and dismissed. Still, at the trial, your old man exposed Von Karma's corruption, and... ...Von Karma received his first penalty from the then chief prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
The only penalty in his 40 years of prosecution...
Ray:
However... Mr. Master didn't want the trial to continue any longer. And the curtains closed on the trial that day with the verdict of "guilty"...
Edgeworth:
(My memory of that time is fuzzy, but... I was also there, watching my father's final trial. And I think his final regret... became my own.)
Ray:
Your old man wanted a retrial to prove Master's innocence. But... he passed on before he could fulfill his wish... ...after getting entangled in another case...
Edgeworth:
......
Ray:
It breaks my heart even now... that I didn't return home with him that day. And what's more, to blind myself from my own worthlessness... ...Uncle Ray put all of his hatred on you, as a traitor for being Von Karma's pupil. ...I'm sorry.
Edgeworth:
Don't be... It's natural you would hate me. After I became a prosecutor... I was able to get Von Karma to show me the case file. Mr. Master was found guilty for the murder of Isaac Dover...
Ray:
...Eh, that's not right. Wasn't Mr. Master found guilty of being an accomplice?
Edgeworth:
But, this case file says, "guilty of murder"... There shouldn't be anything unresolved in the cases handled by Manfred von Karma.
Ray:
...Wait, can I take a look at that file? ! ...It looks the charges have been re-written.
Edgeworth:
Wha...!
Ray:
Look at this.
Edgeworth:
The charge is... "accomplice to murder"?
Ray:
This is a copy of the original case file I received from the courts.
Edgeworth:
Why would the charge be altered?
Ray:
This file... was given to you by Von Karma, right? Maybe he just didn't want you to know the truth, since you're Gregory's son. He would have wanted to avoid another retrial before the statute of limitations ran out after all.
Edgeworth:
So what I had come to believe back then, had all been a lie...
Ray:
...If you didn't know about it, just make sure you know it from now on.
Edgeworth:
!
Ray:
The statute of limitations has long expired, but the truth still sleeps, right here. After your old man passed away, Uncle Ray took over as Mr. Master's defense attorney. Although Von Karma also had another prosecutor take over the case... Perhaps he thought that since his opponent was a rookie... he didn't even need to turn up. In the end the real killer was never found... and Mr. Master was found guilty.
Kay:
No...! Is there nothing we can do, even now?
Ray:
Since the killer was never found, he can't withdraw his confession. I found out after the trial that... ...Mr. Master made a deal with Von Karma because Von Karma had threatened him... "If you don't confess, Katherine Hall will be held under the same charges."
Kay:
That's terrible...!
Ray:
I don't think Mr. Master really thought that Kate was the killer, but... ...to protect her, he faked a confession. ...Miles. On the day that Knightley-boy was killed, why do you think Uncle Ray was at the prison?
Kay:
...Ah, I see!
Edgeworth:
You went to see Mr. Master, didn't you...?
Ray:
I said I'd visit him every day. I couldn't keep that promise, but... ...I asked Katie-pie to look in on him for me when I couldn't. Through rain or snow she went... every single day without fail. But... nothing has changed, and Mr. Master still serves his punishment.
Kay:
That's so sad...! Isn't there anything we can do?
Ray:
...That's why I came here. Because, I knew those "ice sculptures" would be on display here today. ...So, what are you going to do, Miles?
Edgeworth:
I am a prosecutor. My position is different from you and my father...
Ray:
Miles...
Edgeworth:
But, moving past my position, what I want as Miles Edgeworth... Is to know the truth of these two cases. It is for that reason that... I am here.
Ray:
He he he... You really are your father's son. Well then! If that's what you've decided, I'll support you all the way! I'd better leave the IS-7 documents and evidence with you then! Alright, here are the documents. By the way, the parts in orange are Uncle Ray's old notes.
IS-7 Incident File updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
...Thank you.
Ray:
And now, here's the IS-7 evidence. There's a lot, so make sure to look it over while you investigate.
Received a lot of IS-7 evidence from Mr. Shields.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Right. (I'll check through it later...)
Kay:
Anyway, there are so many strange things about this case.
Edgeworth:
Indeed... Those involved in the case 18 years ago have reunited, and another incident occurs... (Replicas of the statues from 18 years ago were displayed in the Winter Palace, and... Poison gas was released in the Autumn Palace, which had been disguised as the Winter Palace. The two chemicals in the Pisces case... Normallium and Fatallium, were mixed, causing an outbreak of poison gas... The victim of the poison gas was Dane Gustavia. A person involved in the IS-7 Incident. Because he was unconscious, he received treatment in the Zodiac Art Gallery's infirmary... Finally, the dead body found floating in the fountain... ...And once again, the ice sculptures have melted.) There are deep connections between the two cases. ...It's possible there are still some clues left from 18 years ago.
Kay:
Right! Let's get started!
Debeste:
Objection!
Debeste:
Juuuust one second! Don't tell me you've forgotten about me? Didn't I tell you that I'm the one in charge of this case?
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. If you intend to continue disrupting Sebastian's investigation... ...the world "Guilty" will be added to your P.I.C. report.
Edgeworth:
(...What does she mean "guilty"?) Please allow me to assist in your investigation as before.
Courtney:
I appreciate your proposal, but I'm afraid I must overrule it.
Kay:
...That was fast.
Courtney:
Even though we're short on hands to identify the victim right now... ..it's only a matter of time until we figure it out.
Edgeworth:
...In that case, I shall take that load off your shoulders at once. Regarding the identity of the unidentified body... One person comes to mind.
Debeste:
Really!? Then tell us!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Very well.
Edgeworth:
(It's not just the sculptures that have made a comeback from the incident 18 years ago... The body in the fountain is...!)
Present Isaac Dover profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's likely that the identity of the body is the victim of the murder that occured here 18 years ago."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I think there is a very high chance that the body belongs to this person!
Debeste:
What!? A-Ah, I got it...!
Courtney:
That's absolutely impossible. Are you trying to disrupt the investigation!?
Edgeworth:
A-Ah, my apologies...!
Debeste:
Ha ha, serves you right! I knew all along you were wrong!
Edgeworth:
(Then why did you say, "I got it" earlier...!) ...Please allow me to try again.
Leads back to:
"(It's not just the sculptures that have made a comeback from the incident 18 years ago...)"
Edgeworth:
It's likely that the identity of the body is the victim of the murder that occurred here 18 years ago. ...Isaac Dover.
Delicia:
Ehhhhhh! It's Icy's body!?
Debeste:
Hey! Who's that!? I've never heard of him!
Courtney:
Mr. Isaac Dover... A truly great sculptor. But he was better known as Pierre Hoquet. The sculptures on display here in the museum are all his creations.
Debeste:
Ah, so in other words, that sculptor was the best. Somehow, I feel a strong kinship to him.
Courtney:
And... he was the victim in the IS-7 Incident.
Edgeworth:
! (She knew about the IS-7 Incident...)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. The IS-7 Incident occurred 18 years ago. And what's more, the police reported the removal of the body.
Ray:
That's what's on the record. But... I wonder if that really is the truth?
Courtney:
...What are you saying?
Ray:
The defense attorney in the IS-7 Incident claimed that the body was never found. ...Not that the prosecution would ever admit to such a thing.
Courtney:
.....
Debeste:
Hello... Eh! Really!
Courtney:
...Is something wrong, Sebastian?
Debeste:
No... it's just, they said that they know who the victim is.
Courtney:
!
Debeste:
It's just as that prosecutor says, it's Dover...
Courtney:
No... it can't be!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... (It would seem my father's suspicion were correct.) What is it, Judge Courtney? Have you finally realized that I'm much helpful than Mr. Debeste?
Debeste:
Hey... You! Are you trying to steal Debeste position for yourself!?
Edgeworth:
I'm doing no such thing. I just want to know the truth. And for that to happen, we need to cooperate, no?
Courtney:
The truth... is none of your concern.
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
I don't think that's true, Courtney-pie.
Courtney:
You again...!
Ray:
Uncle Ray assisted the defense attorney involved in the IS-7 Incident. The one who claimed that Mr. Dover's body was never found.
Courtney:
.....!
Ray:
The prosecution denied it at the time, but now the body has been discovered here. ...In other words, the IS-7 investigation was unjust. And, isn't it the duty of the P.I.C. to investigate corrupt prosecutors?
Courtney:
Uuuh....!
Ray:
Then, wouldn't you want to cooperate with those who were involved in the case? ...Unless, you have an ulterior motive?
Courtney:
!
Edgeworth:
(Now that I think about it... Judge Courtney knew about the IS-7 Incident. So it would seem she really is here because of the P.I.C.)
Courtney:
Even if you're related to the incident, I don't see how Prosecutor Edgeworth is.
Hold it!
Ray:
He is the son of the attorney in that case, and a prosecutor taught by Von Karma himself. And what's more... he was in the audience at the IS-7 trial. I'm sure there are many points he can enlighten us on.
Courtney:
Urgh...! ...Very well. I will allow you to cooperate. However, your investigation must not hinder the other investigators. The Winter Palace is currently being investigated, but the Fountain Patio is open to you.
Ray:
That's my Courtney-pie! Now we're talking! As thanks, I will allow you to have a hug with Uncle Ray!
Courtney:
Overruled. If I feel your cooperation isn't needed, I will have to ask you to leave.
Edgeworth:
...Understood.
Ray:
Ahh... Isn't that great, Miles? Now we can start investigating.
Edgeworth:
...You really helped us there.
Ray:
He he he. Uncle Ray did it all for himself.
Edgeworth:
Hmph...
Ray:
Alright! Uncle Ray's going to investigate too, so let me know if you figure something out.
Edgeworth:
Got it. Right then... Kay, let's begin the investigation.
Kay:
OK! Let's do this!
Edgeworth:
We still don't know... ...where Mr. Dover's body and the Normallium were hidden.
Kay:
We don't have enough information to go on.
Edgeworth:
You're right. Our first priority is the Normallium.
Kay:
Well, Normallium is used in washing detergents, paints and the like.
Edgeworth:
If I recall... it's a red liquid with a minty aroma (Minty aroma - Normallium is a red liquid with a minty aroma.).
Kay:
Well then, let's get looking for that Normallium!
Begin Investigation
Zodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
I wonder if this case and the IS-7 Incident are connected somehow?
Edgeworth:
It's hard to say for certain right now, but I also don't think they are completely unrelated.
Kay:
But your father was in charge of the IS-7 Incident, right? This can't be just a coincidence, it must be destined by fate! Let's solve both of these cases! I'll make sure to steal the "truth" for you!
Edgeworth:
That sounds promising. Now then, to the task at hand... Let's resume the investigation of the Normallium.
Kay:
It's a red liquid with a minty aroma, right? Let's go ask around!
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Kay:
That's a really cool badge. It depicts a blazing sun on top of winter frost, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It symbolizes the severity of the criminal justice system.
Kay:
My badge has symbols too! U-Uh Umm... It symbolizes Love and Justice and Peace and Courage and Honor and Kindness!
Edgeworth:
(What happened to "Truth"?)
Fluorescent Cloth
Kay:
It sure looks nice... I really like the color! I wonder if it's possible to use this to make a cloak?
Edgeworth:
Kay... No, never mind.
Kay:
?
Edgeworth:
(That would make it easier to catch her, but... let's not tell her for now.)
Pisces Sketch
Kay:
The Pisces Sculpture shedding tears of blood... It's certainly a fishy sketch.
Edgeworth:
........
Kay:
Ah, was it too hard to get? The "Pisces" being "fishy"...?
Edgeworth:
Kay, that's enough. You're interrupting my concentration.
Kay:
My efforts to lighten the mood have gone unappreciated yet again...
Angel's Recipe Book
Kay:
The Angel's Recipe... It makes my heart skip a beat!
Edgeworth:
Please don't steal it.
Kay:
That's all you ever go on about, Mr. Edgeworth! Just what kind of person do you think I am!?
Edgeworth:
...Aren't you a Great Thief?
Kay:
That's right, I'm the Great Thief Yatagarasu! So the "truth" is the only thing I'll ever still!
Edgeworth:
Well then, why does that make your heart skip a beat?
Kay:
A-A person doesn't need a reason for their heart to skip a beat!
Anything else
Kay:
I believe that even a Great Thief has rights. For example, we have the right to choose what we want to steal.
Edgeworth:
(I guess she doesn't consider this valuable.)
Human statues
Kay:
They're statues of a couple in Roman costume. Are these by Pierre Hoquet too?
Edgeworth:
I think these were made in the middle years of his life, at the height of his fame. He modeled them after the Roman gods, at the request of his beloved wife. The piece is entitled... "Venus, the Goddess of Beauty, and Her Manservent."
Kay:
...I think it's obvious who wore the pants in that relationship.
Spring Palace door
Kay:
There's a vase of tulips in front of this door.
Edgeworth:
Probably because this is the "Spring Palace."
Kay:
Y'know, speaking of spring... It's the moving season! People who have just moved always let their guard down... So, it's also thieving season!
Edgeworth:
As a Great Thief, don't you think burglary is a little beneath you?
Kay:
Ugh... Y-You're right.
Larry Butz
Larry:
Hey, Edgey! Move out of the way!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... Wh-What is it now?
Larry:
I'm in the middle of sketching Justy in all her beauty! I got a feeling this is gonna be my masterpiece! Quit getting in the way of my art!
Kay:
Really! How much have you drawn so far?
Larry:
Well, I only just decided on the composition. The drawing part starts now!
Edgeworth:
Isn't it a bit early to be calling it your masterpiece?
Kay:
Well, this is Laurice we're talking about, after all!
Statues on left
Kay:
Sculptures of a man with the face of a moon and a woman with the face of a sun. The man looks kinda gloomy though... Were these also made by Pierre Hoquet?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it seems he made these in his youth, when he was enthralled with the stars. The piece likens the relationship between the moon and the sun to something closer to home. The piece is entitled... "My Parents".
Kay:
...I think we know who wore the pants in that marriage.
Tea cart
First time
Edgeworth:
On this service cart, Ms. Hall has prepared her tea set.
Kay:
According to the pamphlet, the museum is also famous for its tea.
Edgeworth:
Yes. It certainly had a flavorful, rich taste.
Kay:
Hmm... It seems this tea set was also made by Mr. Dover.
Edgeworth:
Oh? So the tea set was made by the victim? ...Let's take a closer look.
Subsequent times
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Tablecloth
Edgeworth:
There's not a single stain on this pure white tablecloth.
Kay:
...Take hold of the edge, and focus your mind. Then in one go... pull!
Edgeworth:
Kay, I hope you're not planning to do anything bad.
Kay:
N... No, don't worry! Even if I fail, the table cloth would just be dyed a nice black à la tea.
Edgeworth:
The tablecloth looks better white. Please refrain from changing it.
Kay:
I wonder about that. It might look better in another color... Like pink, or blue... ...or tea.
Edgeworth:
......
Tea set
Leads to:
"So, this tea set was made by Isaac Dover..."
Tea container
Edgeworth:
There is a container with Ceylon tea leaves in it. To prevent exposure to sunlight and moisture, the container is airtight and made of tin. This should help preserve the quality of the tea leaves.
Summer Palace door
Kay:
There's a vase of sunflowers in front of this door.
Edgeworth:
Probably because this is the "Summer Palace."
Kay:
Y'know, speaking of summer... It's bonus season! Fat wallets stuffed with cash... Which means, it's also thieving season!
Edgeworth:
As a Great Thief, don't you think pickpocketing is a little beneath you?
Kay:
Ugh... I-I guess so.
Stain
Edgeworth:
Hmm. This smell and this color... Don't tell me this is a puddle of tea!
Kay:
Huh? There's a piece of pottery in the middle of the puddle.
Pottery Shard data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
I wonder what broke?
Edgeworth:
(I think... I recognize the design. I should probably show this to that man and see what he has to say.)
Raymond Shield
Ray:
Miles. How's the investigation going?
Edgeworth:
Well... Little by little I'm beginning to see the entire truth behind this case.
Ray:
Oh. That's good to hear! Uncle had better not fall behind, either!
About the two cases
Edgeworth:
This case seems to have a lot in common with the case 18 years ago.
Ray:
I agree. The melted ice in the Winter Palace and the body of the victim from 18 years ago...
Kay:
I wonder why nobody ever noticed the body was missing after all this time?
Ray:
...The only family Mr. Dover had was a young son. His son... and Mr. Gustavia's son, who attended the same elementary school. After the case, they both went missing...
Kay:
Whaaat!? And, they haven't been found yet?
Ray:
I haven't heard any news about Mr. Gustavia's son being found... But as for Mr. Dover's son. he was found and his inheritance was delivered to him. And because of that, Mr. Dover never had a proper funeral. That way they were able to make it look like the body had been in police custody. The autopsy report had also been forged, so nobody but the defense ever found out...
Edgeworth:
(Von Karma... You would go that far...!)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Ray:
I never would've imagined that you'd end up becoming a prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
.....I'm sorry.
Ray:
No no! I'm not blaming you. You have your own reasons behind it as well, right? But... Standing in the courtroom as a prosecutor isn't the same as doing it as a defense attorney. It's something I would like you to experience just one... As a defense attorney.
Edgeworth:
(There was actually a time when I stood in the courtroom as a defense attorney. It definitely... didn't feel bad at all.)
IS-7 Incident File or Winter Palace Photo
Ray:
The IS-7 Incident... It sure was a fateful case. At least it was for Uncle Ray.
Edgeworth:
...For me, as well.
Ray:
I've been thinking a lot about the IS-7 Incident... Don't you think that it'd be better to abbreviate it as the "ISs Incident"?
Kay:
Oh, then what about the "Sweet Incident"? Or perhaps the "Cold Case"!
Ray:
Which one should we decide on? It's quite a dilemma, eh?
Edgeworth:
(Sometimes I don't know how seriously he takes things...)
Fluorescent Cloth
Ray:
We never did manage to find the fluorescent cloth that went missing 18 years ago. Isn't it weird for something that stands out like that to just disappear?
Edgeworth:
So the question becomes, was it overlooked, or was it...
Ray:
Hidden... right? ...By someone.
Angel's Recipe Book
Ray:
It's called the Angel's Recipe because it contains the recipes for many miraculous medicines.
Edgeworth:
Is there any medicine in particular that you're interested in?
Ray:
Uncle Ray? Not really. How about Kay?
Kay:
I'd love a medicine that made me genius, or turn invisible, or gave me the ability to fly!
Edgeworth:
...Aren't you expecting a little too much from a medicine?
Frame Fingermarks or Rock Salt Lamp
Ray:
Oh, this one sure takes me back.
Edgeworth:
If you've noticed anything strange about it, I'd like you to tell me.
Ray:
I've been thinking about this case for the past 18 years. ...I don't think I'm going to conveniently notice something strange all of a sudden. But you might be able to, Miles.
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
You're talking all cool... But you pretty much have nothing to say, right?
Ray:
Eh heh he, did you notice?
Edgeworth:
(...It seems a lot has come to nothing.)
Anything else
Ray:
Ah, Ah-hah, this, eh. This evidence holds the so-called key to the case, right?
Edgeworth:
Err... It's possible.
Ray:
Yup. Then, hold on to it closely. Hurry, hurry, put it away!
Edgeworth:
(...He doesn't think much about this.)
Trolley
Edgeworth:
Hm... This lift trolley has just been left here.
Kay:
I wonder if it was used recently to carry something heavy.
First time
Edgeworth:
The surface of the platform appears to be wet...
Ray:
Hmm. I remember seeing this lift trolley... someplace before.
Kay:
! You mean during the IS-7 Incident?
Ray:
Ah, that's right! I remember now! It was in Dover's room. If I remember correctly, it was used to transport the ice sculptures! The lift trolley has a feature that allows you to adjust the height and angle of the platform. With just one of these, a single person could move the sculptures all by themselves.
Lift Trolley data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Wow! How convenient! I want one too!
Ray:
Why is there a lift trolley here... I guess that's something we'll need to think about.
Edgeworth:
Yes... it could be related to the case.
Fountain
Edgeworth:
It appears the body has already been recovered by the police.
Kay:
Why was the body of the victim from 18 years ago found floating in the fountain? I mean, wouldn't the body have gone all goopy after 18 years?
Edgeworth:
(...I don't know if I would call it "goopy"...) It certainly would have required a special method to preserve the body.
Kay:
Yeah, I wonder if such a method even exists...? Hey, Mr. Forensics Guy! Any new information?
Forensics:
Yes! Normallium and Fatallium have been detected in the fountain water.
Kay:
They must have flowed through the stream from the Autumn Palace to the fountain.
Forensics:
Aside from the chemicals, we also found high levels of sugar. We're working hard on investigating it!
Edgeworth:
(Sugar in the fountain water...? What could have caused that?)
Officer
Officer:
P-Prosecutor Debeste ordered me not to let you investigate anything but this room. I absolutely cannot let you pass through any further than this! I'm sorry!
Edgeworth:
I won't, since I can't pass through anyway. You're standing in front of a wall.
Officer:
No! After all, you're Prosecutor Edgeworth! If you really wanted to, this wall wouldn't stop you.
Kay:
Wow! You are even more fearsome than I thought, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Just what kind of human do these people think I am...?)
Trophies
Edgeworth:
On the shelf are trophies commemorating Isaac Dover's work as Pierre Hoquet. He truly was a first-rate artist. There are quite a number trophies lined up here.
Kay:
I remember you have some trophies too, Mr. Edgeworth. I would love to have some too. If only there were a contest for thieves. How about it, Mr. Edgeworth? We could hold one at the Prosecutor's Office!
Edgeworth:
...I don't mind you holding a contest, but all the participants would be arrested.
Elevator
Edgeworth:
It looks like this elevator is for authorized personnel only.
Kay:
What do you think is on the second floor?
Edgeworth:
I heard it's the infirmary. Mr. Gustavia should be there right now, receiving medical treatment...
Kay:
I sure hope he's okay. We still need to talk with him once he regains consciousness.
Edgeworth:
There's nothing we can do until he recovers. For now, we should find something else to do.
Forensics
Forensics:
We've recovered the victim's body. Forensics are currently performing the autopsy.
Edgeworth:
And what of the investigation of the fountain?
Forensics:
The fountain is completely clear. You could cleanse both your heart and soul with it.
Edgeworth:
(A body was floating in this fountain just a moment ago, though...)
Delicia Scones
Delicia:
Oi! How's the investigation coming along? Have you found anything?
Kay:
Hoi! Not quite, actually... We haven't found any clues yet.
Delicia:
You're doing wrong! "Hoi" is only used when you're showing someone something! Also, "Yessie" is used to confirm and is also a greeting. "Eep" is used when you're afraid. "Fie" is used when you don't like something. "Oi" is used when you're calling someone.
Kay:
Hmhm. I see. I didn't know it was that deep. Oi oi, Mr. Edgeworth! Did you catch all of that?
Edgeworth:
...Kay. Be more serious.
Kay:
Yessie...
Winter Palace door
Kay:
There is a maple tree in front of this door.
Edgeworth:
But, that door leads to the "Winter Palace." Maple trees are autumn trees, so this must have been placed here as a red herring.
Kay:
Well then, how about we freeze it to make it look like a maple tree in the winter?
Edgeworth:
Please don't complicate matters any further...
Statues on right
Kay:
It's a statue of a brave warrior fighting a snake. Was this also made by Pierre Hoquet?
Edgeworth:
It appears to be one of his early works, when he was enamored with fantasy and myths. The statue represents his heroic resolution to oppose hopeless difficulties in his youth. The title is... "The Math Test".
Kay:
...I know that feeling all too well.
Sebastian Debeste
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste, you're getting a bit in my way if you stand here.
Debeste:
Hmph. I am not going to move! Just do what you can over there!
Kay:
Don't say that. It's probably the best if you just stand over there.
Debeste:
"The Best," you say? OK, I'll go stand over there!
Edgeworth:
(So anything is fine as long as you add "The Best" to it?)
Justine Courtney
Courtney:
I feel that your conduct thus far has clearly been out of line. I will make sure to bring this matter up to the P.I.C.
Edgeworth:
...Do whatever you want.
Kay:
But in return, we're going to be doing whatever we want as well!
Courtney:
If I remember correctly, you're the little Ms. Great Thief... I will have to report your misconduct to the P.I.C. as well, young lady.
Kay:
Sure. Since it will only serve to increase my fame as the Great Thief!
Courtney:
...!
Edgeworth:
(It seems even Judge Courtney is unable to get a handle on Kay...)
Autumn Palace door
Kay:
There is a fir tree in front of this door.
Edgeworth:
But, that door leads to the "Autumn Palace." Fir trees are winter trees, so this must have been placed here as a red herring.
Kay:
Well then, why don't we paint it an autumn red!
Edgeworth:
...Kay, fir trees are green all year around.
Kay:
! ...I-I knew that.
Examine evidence
Blue cloth of Fluorescent Cloth
Edgeworth:
A blue cloth... I guess this kind of relaxing color is nice once in awhile.
Kay:
After all, when you're sneaking around, it's better not to have a color that stands out! But, when you want to make a cool entrance, flashy colors are better... It's a hard choice.
Edgeworth:
...Couldn't you fulfill both those conditions with this cloth?
Kay:
! You're right! This cloth... is awesome.
Front side of Pottery Shard
Kay:
Huh? I feel like I've seen this design somewhere before...?
Edgeworth:
...Isn't it Pierre Hoquet's, the sculptor, signature?
Kay:
I wonder why this was dropped in a puddle of tea?
Edgeworth:
(Why do I get the feeling I know who's behind this?)
Back side of Pottery Shard
Kay:
It's completely broken.
Edgeworth:
Yes. I suspect it will be hard to tell where this piece originally came from.
Kay:
If only there were some kind of distinctive mark on it...
Platform of Lift Trolley
Edgeworth:
This lift is wet...
Kay:
Maybe it was carrying something that was wet?
Edgeworth:
(Did someone move something with this...?)
Kay:
I wonder why this was dropped in a puddle of tea?
Edgeworth:
(Why do I get the feeling I know who's behind this?)
Edgeworth:
So, this tea set was made by Isaac Dover...
Kay:
Fancy stuff, huh.
Edgeworth:
Kay, I'd say this tea set is worth thousands of dollars. Please be careful with it.
Kay:
Eh...! This tea set is such a treasure!?
Edgeworth:
...Please don't look so excited. (If I recall correctly, Ms. Hall was a huge fan of Mr. Dover...)
Teapot data jotted down in my Organizer.
Larry:
Hey! Edgeeey!
Examine evidence
Vessel of Jeff's Teapot
Kay:
Wow! This teapot sure looks fashionable!
Edgeworth:
Fashionable...? I'd say it borders along the lines of eccentric.
Kay:
If you don't appreciate the design, you're not qualified to be a Great Thief!
Edgeworth:
...I wouldn't mind being unqualified.
Bottom side of Jeff's Teapot
Kay:
Look, there's a mark engraved on the bottom... It says "PH"?
Edgeworth:
That's because this teapot was created by the sculptor, Pierre Hoquet. As the creator, he would engrave his initials onto his works.
Kay:
Ah, but... wasn't his real name "Isaac Dover"?
Edgeworth:
...Yes. Apparently, the victim of the IS-7 Incident created this piece. (Though I'm left to wonder... Are all these works in the Zodiac Art Gallery his creations?)
Edgeworth:
...What is it?
Larry:
Be careful with that teapot!
Edgeworth:
(Why must I be warned by him of all people...?)
Kate:
...Madame and Messieurs. Would you care for some tea?
Edgeworth:
! ...Ms. Hall.
Larry:
Aah...! K-Katie...! N-No... I'm fine, thanks. Kay and Edgey, you guys can have some!
Edgeworth:
...? Well... Since you asked, we might as well take a short break.
Kate:
Certainly.
Kay:
Thanks for the tea! Wow! It's so tasty! ...What kind of tea is this, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
It's Ceylon tea. Known for its citrus aroma. However... Ms. Hall, is this the same tea you served us this morning?
Kate:
Yes, that's right... Was it not to your liking?
Edgeworth:
No, it's not that... The tea we had this morning had a slightly different aroma (Different tea aroma - Smells different from the tea we had this morning. Did something change?).
Kate:
...? How strange. It is the same Ceylon tea I served this morning. There shouldn't be anything different about it...
Larry:
Wh-What's wrong with you, Edgey! Quit nitpicking about the tea Katie so kindly prepared for you!
Edgeworth:
Larry... What are you getting so upset about?
Larry:
I-I'm not upset! You're just being a rude jerk! And I told you to call me Laurice! Sheesh! I'm not gonna talk to you anymore!
Edgeworth:
(...It's like arguing with a child...)
Kay:
Laurice... I wonder what's wrong?
Edgeworth:
I'd like to ask him that later myself. (And... I also need to speak with Ms. Hall. I don't have any evidence that shows she is the culprit, but... ...I dare say she is the one who set up the poison gas trap.)
Logic
"Different tea aroma" and "Pots were switched"
Edgeworth:
Maybe the reason why the Ceylon tea smelled different was because the pots had been switched.
Kay:
Eh? Really?
Edgeworth:
The taste of the tea itself did not actually change after all. ...Let's go ask Ms. Hall about it in more detail. Ms. Hall. Was the reason why the Ceylon tea smelled different because the pots were switched?
Kate:
Yes..... That's certainly possible.
Edgeworth:
...It had a fresh minty aroma, not unlike that of Uva tea.
Kate:
Ah! I remember now. I prepared some mint tea yesterday. I'm sure that the aroma just happened to remain in the teapot. (Pot with a different aroma - The tea has a minty aroma because a different teapot was used.)
Edgeworth:
(...Is that really all there is to it?)
"Pot with a different aroma" and "Minty aroma"
Edgeworth:
A minty aroma was emanating from the pot Larry had replaced.
Kay:
Ms. Hall said the aroma was left over from the mint tea she prepared yesterday.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. ...She seemed less surprised to find out that Larry broke the teapot... And more surprised by the fact that the pots had been switched.
Kay:
That's right... Normally, it would have been the reverse. A broken teapot is much more shocking!
Edgeworth:
She was probably trying to hide this teapot.
Kay:
Hide the pot...?
Edgeworth:
One of the characteristics of Normallium is a minty aroma. There is a possibility that she was hiding Normallium inside this teapot.
Kay:
Whaaaaaat! I-Inside the pot!?
Edgeworth:
It is only a possibility for now, but it's one worth investigating. Mr. Debeste, I assume you haven't found the Normallium yet?
Debeste:
Huh? O... Oh! I've had the entire art museum searched, but I haven't received any reports yet. And what about you. Don't you have any ideas?
Edgeworth:
...Only one.
Debeste:
I knew it. Nobody but me would be able to find it... Wait, what? You have an idea where it is!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed.
Debeste:
Th... Then tell me!
Edgeworth:
...It may have been in this teapot that Ms. Hall had used.
Debeste:
Ooh? This teapot is pretty nice! It would make the perfect present for The Best Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
It's not a present! It's an important piece of evidence!
Debeste:
Oh, it's just evidence. Then I guess I'll have forensics take a look at it.
Kate:
Monsieur Edgeworth... Is there something wrong with the teapot I used?
Edgeworth:
This teapot has a minty aroma to it. It's the same aroma as one of the two chemicals used to create the poison gas.
Kate:
Monsieur Edgeworth, surely you don't mean... ...you suspect me of having set off the poison gas?
Edgeworth:
.....I do. Setting up the poison gas trap in the Autumn Palace would have required some preparation. As the curator of this museum, you're the only one who could have prepared it in advance.
Kate:
...I wonder about that. Preparations for the opening of the museum took about a week... And I received help from both outsiders and Madame Delicia. I think there are people besides me, who are also suspicious.
Edgeworth:
Of course, Delicia is also under scrutiny.
Kate:
Furthermore... I don't even know how to create something like poison gas. Even if you found Normallium in my teapot... ...there is no way I could have prepared the poison gas.
Edgeworth:
!
Kate:
Well then... I look forward to hearing the analysis results of the teapot.
Edgeworth:
(Her excuse is that she doesn't know how to prepare the poison gas. I must find a way to shatter that excuse...)
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything? (after connecting aroma logic)
Kay:
If Normallium is found in the teapot, will Ms. Hall be arrested? I don't think someone who seems so gentle could ever be the true murderer...
Edgeworth:
It isn't good to judge people by their outward appearance, Kay. (Although, it's true that it would be an upsetting conclusion. I should try asking Mr. Shields and Delicia for their opinions as well...)
Sketching beauties (after talking about "Sketching beauties" from Larry)
Kay:
Ms. Hall and Ms. Courtney... They certainly are beauties. But, look here! Little Miss Kay is not gonna lose either!
Edgeworth:
...Ah, a "girl's sketchbook," I see.
Kay:
Please don't steal the "beautiful" part! It's a "beautiful girl's sketchbook!"
Edgeworth:
Don't get caught up in all of this...
Kay:
Am I really that ugly...?
Edgeworth:
That's not it. What you shouldn't get caught up in is this whole beauty sketch affair. I vaguely feel that something is off about this sketch... What could it be? (It seems like the sketch contradicts something in the crime scene...)
Present
Sketch of Beauties
Kay:
Laurice's sketch sure looks pretty.
Edgeworth:
He's surprisingly good with his hands, though the same can't be said about his brain.
Kay:
If he got a proper model, he might even be able to create a normal painting!
Edgeworth:
(That's right... Larry just draws whatever he sees in front of him. In other words... ...if there's a discrepancy with the truth in this sketch, there should be a reason for it.) The "contradiction" that appears in the sketch... I just can't ignore it.
Chocolates
Kay:
Actually, I really love sweets! Thank you!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait!
Kay:
But you just came up to me and held it out right in front of me.
Edgeworth:
I just wanted to ask you if you have noticed anything about these chocolates.
Kay:
...I've noticed that they're sweet and absolutely delicious. They've stolen my heart... I wants it... My precious! Give me chocolate!
Edgeworth:
C-Calm down!
Kay:
Please put it away quickly! My hand is about to steal it on its own!
Edgeworth:
S-Sure. (This stuff seems to be more dangerous than I thought.)
Tea cart
Before obtaining Sketch of Beauties or after deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Tea set
Edgeworth:
The teapot is shaped like the moon, while the tea cups are shaped like stars. We had Ceylon tea with this tea set just now, but... For some reason, I thought it smelled different from the one we had this morning. (There must be some reason behind this strange feeling...)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce tablecloth and present Sketch of Beauties
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Larry... There's something I want to ask you about your sketch."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This spot contradicts the evidence!
Kay:
Really? I don't see it. Why don't you relax and have another cup of tea. That'll help you get it together.
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. Upon relaxing and reflecting, it seems I was mistaken. (Ms. Hall was using this white service cart... However... why do I feel like something is amiss. I should look over my evidence again.)
Edgeworth:
Larry... There's something I want to ask you about your sketch.
Larry:
Huh? You want a lecture on sketching from the famed Professor Laurice, do ya?
Edgeworth:
No... I just need to ask you something. The tablecloth in your sketch, are you sure it was light blue?
Larry:
Yeah, my eyes never fail me!
Edgeworth:
But, the one on the service cart here is white, isn't it?
Larry:
.........Dude. You're always so busy thinking with just your head, that you miss the obvious.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What's with that look on your face!
Larry:
When I drew that painting... I was using the cart with the tea set on it, remember? Because I was tidying up the broken pottery shards!
Edgeworth:
...That's not something to be proud of!
Larry:
And right then, Katie came out of the Winter Palace. I had to hurry and hide the broken teapot, so that she wouldn't notice it.
Edgeworth:
Did you just say... Ms. Hall came out of the Winter Palace?
Larry:
That's right. But this time, she was pushing another service cart. And the tablecloth was light blue, just like how I drew it.
Edgeworth:
What did she do with that service cart?
Larry:
Beats me. She went into the Summer Palace with it, so I don't know. And when she came out, she was pushing the lift trolley.
Edgeworth:
The lift trolley...?
Larry:
When I called out to her, she was so surprised that she just left it there. ...She's so cute when she's shy!
Edgeworth:
A second service cart... and a lift trolley...
Kay:
Maybe there were two tea sets along with two service carts.
Edgeworth:
...We'll have to verify it with Ms. Hall.
Raymond Shields
Present
Chocolates
Ray:
Oh. It's Katie's chocolates! Uncle Ray really loves how sweet they are. He he he. The sweet flavor really goes well with the bitter coffee in the office.
Edgeworth:
I see. Coffee would indeed go well with this.
Ray:
Mr. Master said that these were his favorites... I just wish I could paint over the bitter memories of that case with this sweet chocolate.
Katherine Hall
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hall, where have you been until now?
Kate:
I was showing the remaining guests out and handing out complimentary gifts as an apology. Did you require my services?
Edgeworth:
Yes... There are a few things I want to ask you about. (If my suspicions are correct... She's the one who set up the poison gas trap...!)
Two service carts (after deducing)
Edgeworth:
Is it true you keep two service carts on the premises?
Kate:
Y-Yes. Is there something wrong?
Edgeworth:
Earlier I was looking at one of the sketches from that so-called "artist" and... I noticed that he had drawn the cart's tablecloth light blue.
Kate:
Light blue...? Are you sure you weren't mistaken, Monsieur? I only ever use tablecloths that are pure white.
Kay:
That's true. The tablecloth here doesn't have a single spot on it!
Kate:
Yes. That's because I always change them immediately whenever they get dirty.
Edgeworth:
(Did Larry really get the color wrong then?) ...What were you doing when this sketch was drawn?
Kate:
At that time... I was just doing my job as usual.
Edgeworth:
Then, could you tell me exactly what that work entails?
Kate's job (appears after Two service carts)
Edgeworth:
What were you doing when you were drawn in this sketch? From the looks of the drawing... it doesn't seem like you were transporting the tea set.
Kate:
This was when I was delivering chocolates to all the people in the investigation.
Kay:
Aha, how nice. Chocolates! I wish I could've got some too!
Kate:
There are still a few left, so please eat these, then. I made them myself, though it's possible they might not suit your taste...
Kay:
Woohoo! Eheheh. Thank you so much!
Edgeworth:
Hm... Thank you. (...Perhaps it's because she had them in her pocket, but it looks like they've melted a bit.)
Chocolates data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Mmm! The sweet goodness!
Kate:
*giggle* ...I'm happy to hear you say that.
Edgeworth:
(These chocolates are a little misshapen, but I'm glad to get some sugar into my system. ...Although they're a little too sweet for my taste.)
The poison gas trap
Edgeworth:
How exactly did you prepare the melted sculptures from 18 years ago?
Kate:
My! So you know about what happened 18 years ago? It's because 18 years ago, I photographed Monsieur Dover's sculptures. Using the photos as a base, I managed to create replicas.
Edgeworth:
...Replicas?
Kate:
The Zodiac Sculptures had been an unfinished work, so I wanted to complete it somehow. Because I am the one who accidentally melted Monsieur Dover's sculptures...
Edgeworth:
...And could you tell me why the Autumn Palace resembles the Winter Palace so much?
Kate:
Well...! My apologies. Did they really look so alike? I think I may have gotten some of the decorations mixed up.
Edgeworth:
(She is obviously lying. But, I haven't gathered any evidence to prove that yet...)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Kate:
For Monsieur Edgeworth's son to have become a prosecutor... I'm sure there must have been some awful circumstances to it.
Edgeworth:
...Yes. A lot has happened, although I cannot talk about the details right now...
Kate:
Ha ha. Monsieur Edgeworth, you really take after your father. Even if your profession is different, I'm sure you are as excellent as he was.
Edgeworth:
That's what I aspire to be, but... (My father would always face his work with unwavering conviction. Even now... I am still lost regarding the question of what my path should be...)
Art Gallery Pamphlet
Edgeworth:
What is a great actress like you doing as a curator of an art gallery?
Kate:
...Deep down, I don't think there is much of a difference. Films, musicals, sweets, singing, sculptures... It's all the same. At the end of the day, all artists are striving for the same goal. To move the human heart.
Kay:
Is Laurice striving for that too?
Edgeworth:
...Of course not. He's not an artist. He's Larry.
Fluorescent Cloth
Kate:
That's a special fluorescent cloth I received from Madame Delicia.
Edgeworth:
Could you tell me how many cloths she gave you?
Kate:
...There were... four.
Edgeworth:
(The Autumn Palace also had four fluorescent cloths... But, I feel like I saw one more. It seems she is hiding something...)
Angel's Recipe Book
Edgeworth:
What kind of methods for medicine preparation are described in the Angel's Recipe?
Kate:
It contains many ways of preparation, so I can't explain them all in such a short time. Although if you really want to know I can tell you! It will take about 2 hours, though! I can tell you every one of them while maatching the meeloodyy! ♬ Let's staart my explanatiooon! ♪
Kay:
What should we do? Listen to all of it?
Edgeworth:
N-No... That won't be necessary.
Lift Trolley
Edgeworth:
Apparently, this lift trolley was here 18 years ago...
Kate:
Yes. It has allowed me to move various things from other rooms into this one. It was intended to carry heavy objects, but it has been quite useful for all sorts of things.
Edgeworth:
(I'm curious as to why the top of the lift trolley was wet when we examined it. That lift trolley... I wonder if it was used to move something that made it wet?)
Sketch of Beauties
Kate:
My...! Is this... me?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It's a sketch done by our pseudo-artist over there.
Kate:
This sketch is really well done. Are you giving it to me as a commemoration gift?
Edgeworth:
N-No. For the time being, this is a valuable piece of evidence.
Kate:
I see... Too bad.
Edgeworth:
(To garner such a response from the museum curator, that man has some unexpected talent.)
Chocolates
Kate:
Did the chocolates suit your tastes?
Kay:
They were so sweet, absolutely delicious!
Kate:
*giggle* ...I'm glad to hear that. They are as Monsieur Master likes them, so they are sweeter than normal chocolates.
Edgeworth:
(They're a bit misshapen... But it seems they are filled with love for her family.)
Anything else
Kate:
I don't know! ♬
Kay:
♪ A whole lot!
Kate:
About the case! ♬
...*ding*
♬ Aaah! I'm sooo sooorry! ♪
Edgeworth:
(...Why is Kay singing along with her?!)
Larry Butz
Edgeworth:
Larry, tell me what you're hiding.
Larry:
.....
Edgeworth:
.....
Kay:
Y-You two... Stop glaring at each other like that!
Larry:
...I'm not glaring, Kay! I'm using my artist's perspective! ...Edgey's the one who's glaring.
Edgeworth:
Then, if you know what's good for you, you will tell me what you're hiding right now.
Larry:
No way, dude! Didn't I say that I'm not talking to you anymore!
Edgeworth:
...Aren't you talking to me right now?
Larry:
F-From now on! From now on I'm definitely not talking to you anymore!
Edgeworth:
(...Hmph. I'm not going to get anywhere like this. Looks like I'll have to force it out of him.)
Hiding something?
Edgeworth:
Larry... What are you hiding?
Larry:
Hmph.
Edgeworth:
...
Larry:
...!
Edgeworth:
...!
Kay:
Hey, come on... Mr. Edgeworth, this isn't the time to be playing around, you know?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... (I wasn't playing around...)
Kay:
Still... it looks like Laurice won't be talking anytime soon.
Edgeworth:
If he isn't going to talk to us willingly, I'll just have to force him to talk... (Just what is Larry hiding... Perhaps I should investigate a bit more. I should continue investigating around the Fountain Patio.)
Hiding something? (after presenting Pottery Shard)
Edgeworth:
Larry, it's time you confessed to what you've done!
Larry:
Uuuh... How can you be so cruel to your best friend! 
Edgeworth:
Hmph... The same way you can be so dishonest to your best friend.
Larry:
Well, you can stop glaring at me! I promise to tell the truth this time for sure! I... just thought I'd pour Justy some tea. But, my hand kinda slipped a bit... and it broke. I accidentally broke the crazy expensive teapoooooot!
Edgeworth:
(...The Butz strikes again. Why am I not surprised?)
Kay:
Oh boy... You've really done it this time, Laurice.
Larry:
What should I do, Edgeeeey! I... I...! Katie will hate meeeee!
Edgeworth:
...Crying to me about it won't solve anything. First, you should apologize to Ms. Hall.
Kate:
...Is that so. My teapot was...
Larry:
Katie! I'm so sooorryyy! I-I don't have any money, but... I'll draw as many portraits of you as you like!
Kate:
...Please kindly raise your head, Monsieur. It is I who should apologize. I didn't notice the broken shards. It's dangerous, so I'll tidy up the broken pieces. Allow me to take this piece from you as well.
Edgeworth:
...Wasn't this tea set one of Isaac Dover's works? I heard that it was very important to you...
Kate:
Yes... But... there's no use crying over spilled tea. Besides, I still have another one of those teapots left.
Edgeworth:
(Is she not as attached to Dover's works as she used to be?)
Larry:
Katie...! You're so kind! ...Oh. That other teapot you were talking about, is it the one on that cart?
Kate:
Yes...?
Larry:
Truth is, when I was trying to hide the broken shards, I looked under that cart. And I found a teapot that looked exactly the same, so I switched them (Pots were switched - Larry switched the broken teapot with another teapot.).
Kate:
R-Really?
Larry:
Yeah! Everything's cool now! I took great care to make sure no one would break that pot!
Edgeworth:
You... Don't brag about that when you were the one who broke it in the first place!
Larry:
Uuuh... I'm sooorry...
Kate:
...I don't mind. Thank you for your consideration.
Larry:
...Edgeeey. Katie is a really nice lady, isn't she...!
Edgeworth:
You should reflect on how you cause trouble for people like her.
Larry:
OK! When I make it big as an artist, I'll donate paintings! In fact, I'll even welcome you as my own personal model.
Edgeworth:
(I think it'd be better if you just stopped causing trouble...) ...I hope you haven't done anything else.
Larry:
I haven't! I just stood around sketching beauties!
Edgeworth:
...Sketching beauties?
Larry:
Hmm? If you're interested, I can let you take a peek!
Kay:
I guess even Mr. Edgeworth is interested in beauties.
Edgeworth:
...It's not like that. I just thought it might be another one of his strange paintings.
Larry:
How dare you! I'm very confident in my work this time!
Kay:
Ooh! I wanna see too!
Larry:
Oh! I'm glad you're so honest about it, Kay! I'll get it ready, so come check it out later!
Edgeworth:
(...I guess I'll have him show it to me later.)
Sketching beauties
Edgeworth:
About that sketch you mentioned just now...
Larry:
What! If you wanted to see my art, you should've been honest about it from the start! ...Look. Here it is!
Edgeworth:
...What is this?
Larry:
I already told you, it's a sketch of beauties! Ah, but just to be clear, the "beauties" only refers to Justy and Katie. That other plump lady has nothing to do with that!
Kay:
Then why did you draw her on the same page?
Larry:
Well, I was taking a break from my still life painting when those beauties caught my eye. I guess I just drew them on the same page without thinking.
Edgeworth:
So, you're saying that the pictures on this page were each drawn separately?
Larry:
Huh? Oh, yeah. I may have drawn them at different times. By the way, there's a drawing of the beautiful Little Miss Kay on another page.
Kay:
Wow! Beautiful, huh! Eheheh, thanks!
Edgeworth:
Larry, you drew this exactly as you saw it, correct?
Larry:
Well, yeah! Even I can't draw what I can't see! I recreated the scene perfectly, even the delicate shades!
Edgeworth:
(Delicate shades, huh... Hmm. I don't want to admit it, but... this picture might be of help to the investigation. The contents of this sketch, and the service cart in the Fountain Patio. It seems there is a contradiction between the two. I'll need to expose this contradiction using my powers of deduction.) Could I borrow this sketch for a while?
Larry:
Sure! I could even sign it for you, if you like.
Edgeworth:
...I think I'll pass.
Sketch of Beauties data jotted down in my Organizer.
Present
Anything (before presenting Pottery Shard)
Larry:
.......
Prosecutor's Badge
Larry:
Why do you carry that badge around with you if you're not gonna wear it?
Edgeworth:
It's proof of my profession. As a prosecutor... that is.
Larry:
Hmm. But, if you get tied down to it like that, you won't be able to do your job properly.
Edgeworth:
...! I-I suppose so.
Larry:
It's not your job that matters. It's what you do that counts! Look at me, for example. I'm constantly changing jobs, yet have I changed as a person?
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. You're certainly still as annoying as always.
Larry:
You haven't changed either. You're always complaining about me!!
Pisces Sketch
Larry:
Whoa... That is one scary sketch!
Edgeworth:
You're the one who drew it! The scene you sketched here, you're sure you didn't mistake what you saw, right?
Larry:
Of course not. It was a shocking sight, so I remember it well. I drew it exactly like I saw it. I really am a genius!
Edgeworth:
...You certainly are a genius. At causing trouble.
Pottery Shard
Edgeworth:
Larry, take a look at this.
Larry:
.....Ugh. Wh-What's that?
Edgeworth:
Larry, I've got a feeling that what you're hiding is related to the tea and this pottery shard.
Larry:
Uuuh... uuuuhh.
Edgeworth:
Well, if you're not going to talk to me, I can always hand this shard over to Judge Courtney.
Larry:
Wait! I'm trying to keep a clean image for Justy! I don't want her to see how I've dirtieeed myseeeeelf!
Edgeworth:
I can't imagine what part of you can be considered "clean," but... ...If you don't want her to declare you guilty, I suggest you speak truthfully now.
Larry:
I... I got it! I'll tell you!
Sketch of Beauties
Larry:
Ahhh, they're just so beautiful! Katie and Justy!
Kay:
So, which one's your type, Laurice?
Larry:
Well, both of them are my type! Ah, and of course you too, Kay!
Edgeworth:
...So, anyone's your type as long as they're female?
Larry:
It's not like that at all! Even I have standards! Like that pink lady I drew in my sketch, she's way too old for me!
Edgeworth:
(This man... He could tell Delicia's age with just a single look!?)
Chocolates
Larry:
Earlier, Katie gave me some chocolate. Her hot gaze was enough to melt the chocolate... I can tell she's totally fallen for me!
Edgeworth:
...If you're talking about the chocolate, Kay and I got some too, you know?
Larry:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaat!? That's so unfair, Edgey! Dammit! I'll just die now! I'm gonna drop dead on Valentine's Day, cursing all the couples in the world!
Kay:
I-Is it fine if we just leave him like this?
Edgeworth:
In time, melted chocolate cools down and hardens once more... When Valentine's Day comes, I'm sure this man's head will have cooled down as well.
Anything else
Larry:
...Hmm... Aha! Here's the title of my next picture book! "Justy's Gaveling Gavel Gala." I'm sure the sales will rival even "Franzy's Whippity Whip Trip"!
Edgeworth:
Larry! Would you just look at this evidence for a second!
Larry:
Huh? What'd you want?
Edgeworth:
Am I invisible to him or something?
(Connecting all possible Logic and examining fountain leads to:)
Edgeworth:
...This is Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
It's Gumshoe, sir!
Edgeworth:
Did something happen?
Gumshoe:
Actually, right now all the investigators but me have left the Winter Palace. So I can finally tell you what we've found!
Edgeworth:
(It's not good for a detective to be leaking out information about the investigation, but... ...his resourcefulness has saved me many times these past few days.)
Gumshoe:
All of the sculptures in the Winter Palace have melted. There's still some liquid left in the cases, but... ...there's less in the Gemini case than in the Taurus case.
Edgeworth:
! There's still liquid in the glass cases?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! We just investigated the light blue liquid a moment ago. We only detected sugar in the Taurus case, but... ...for some reason, in the Gemini case, we detected three different substances.
Edgeworth:
Three substances...?
Gumshoe:
They, consisted of... sugar, salt and blood!
Edgeworth:
! ...Blood? (...Blood and salt were detected in the Gemini case?)
Gumshoe:
I wonder whose blood it could have been? I've asked forensics to look into it, sir!
Edgeworth:
Right. I leave it to you, Detective.
Gumshoe:
That reminds me, the forensics investigating the Fountain Patio contacted me... It seems the sugar found in the fountain matches that found in the light blue liquid.
Edgeworth:
Oh...? That sounds like valuable information.
Liquid Analysis Results jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
...Is that all the new information you have for me?
Gumshoe:
Ah, now that you mention it, we found a Rainbow Light Device in there too!
Edgeworth:
The device was used to disguise the Autumn Palace... (It seems the device that was used in the IS-7 Incident is also connected to this one. I should listen to what Delicia has to say about that.)
Gumshoe:
I have to go back to investigating now, sir! When we get the results of the blood tests, I'll let you know right away!
Edgeworth:
Yes... Thank you, Detective.
Kay:
Was that Gummy calling? That sure was a long call.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... But, thanks to him, we now have an important piece of information.
Kay:
?
Edgeworth:
(In order to break Ms. Hall's alibi... ...I'll need to talk to everyone involved in the IS-7 Incident.)
Logic
"What Kate did" and "Contained in the book"
Edgeworth:
The method used to set off the poison gas is explained in the Angel's Recipe. And, the current owner of the Angel's Recipe is Ms. Hall.
Kay:
Ah! So, that means...!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It means that it is possible she knew how to set off the poison gas. With this... We can expose her lies for what they are!
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
The investigation (after clearing all talk options for both Raymond Shields and Delicia Scones)
Kay:
We've sure found out a lot about both this case and the IS-7 Incident as well.
Edgeworth:
I wonder about that. The truth still seems to be wrapped in a deep, thick mist.
Kay:
Don't we have what we need to clear up that mist? Because if we don't, I can take Little Thief out for another spin!
Edgeworth:
...No, it's fine. We've already gathered all the information we need. If I just use logic and match up all the pieces, the mist should clear and we will see the truth.
Kay:
I understand. Well then, do your thing!
Raymond Shields
Katherine Hall
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields. Could you tell me what kind of person Ms. Hall is?
Ray:
Hm? Miles... Don't tell me... You're also interested in Katie?
Edgeworth:
...No.
Ray:
Well, all joking aside... All Uncle Ray can say is... the Kate I know is a truly admirable woman. For 18 years, she has always wanted to remain here, and wait for Master's return. However, she was driven out of the mansion by Master's relatives.
Kay:
Whaaa! She... was driven out of the mansion?
Ray:
That's because Kate... isn't related by blood to Mr. Master. With no family, and her job taken from her... She could only live on with the song and dance that Mr. Master had taught her. Well, she's now retired as a world famous actress, though.
Edgeworth:
Why did she retire...?
Ray:
...Because she had already saved up enough money to buy this mansion. It seems she even got back the Angel's Recipe (What Kate did - Kate got back the mansion and the Angel's Recipe for Mr. Master's sake.) that had been taken by the Master Group. This mansion, where she lived with Mr. Master had been everything to her... She probably just wanted to... take back everything that she lost.
Edgeworth:
(It seems that Mr. Shields sympathizes with Ms. Hall... But you could also say that her actions have taken away everything Mr. Master had.)
Delicia Scones
Edgeworth:
Delicia. Would you be willing to aid in the investigation?
Delicia:
Yessie! Of course! Anything for Miley and Kay Fay. I listen to whatever you have to say!
Edgeworth:
...I was wondering if you could stop calling me "Miley".
Kay:
And stop calling me "Kay Fay"!
Delicia:
Fie! That's out of question! I can't just change a name I've already decided on!
Kay:
Uuh... Even if we ask her, she won't listen to what we have to say at all!
The decorations
Edgeworth:
Do you know anything about the decorations that are used in this museum? ...Specifically, the fluorescent cloths and a special device called a rainbow light device.
Delicia:
Yessie! Of course I do! Because they are presents that I gave to Katie. As an apology for breaking the rules 18 years ago... I gave her four new rock salt lamps and the four fluorescent cloths I used in the contest.
Kay:
Wow! That sounds nice. Fluorescent cloths and rock salt lamps!
Delicia:
Ha ha ha! Seems like only us girls can understand how wonderful they are!
Ray:
That's a cruel thing to say, Ms. Delicious. I liked them too, you know?
Delicia:
Fie! That was back when Ray Ray was still a cute little boy!
Kay:
B-Back when Mr. Shields was a cute little boy? Hmm... I can't even imagine it.
Edgeworth:
Are they the same decorations you saw 18 years ago?
Ray:
Probably. The rock salt lamp, the cloth and the rainbow light device... They all seem the same.
Edgeworth:
(Four fluorescent cloths were used in the Autumn Palace... But I have the feeling I saw one more of the same cloth.)
Delicia:
It's true! Look, I've got the proof right here in my bag...!
Edgeworth:
(...What is she searching for?)
Delicia:
Not this... Not this either...!
Edgeworth:
(...Hm? I remember seeing cloth like that recently...)
Edgeworth:
(Let's show Delicia and have her confirm my suspicions.)
Setting off poison gas
Edgeworth:
I'd like to ask you something, since you're a pharmacist... Exactly how would one gain the knowledge required to set off poison gas?
Delicia:
Oh, that's basic knowledge for any pharmacist acquainted with Megatoxin X! It even says on the warning label, "Danger: Do not mix with Normallium."
Edgeworth:
Then... is there another way for someone who isn't a pharmacist to obtain that information?
Delicia:
Hmm. Well... It might be possible if they've seen the Angel's Recipe!
Edgeworth:
(The recipe book that was the grand prize of the contest, 18 years ago...)
Delicia:
Since it also contains the recipe (Contained in the book - The Angel's Recipe also contains the method to prepare the poison gas.) to prepare Megatoxin X.
Edgeworth:
Does this mean that you've also seen the contents of the Angel's Recipe?
Delicia:
Yessie! That's a given, of course. The pharmaceutical company I work for is the Master Group. It's the company that makes the Coldkiller X medicine!
Edgeworth:
(Coldkiller X... The cold medicine that promises to kill colds good.)
Delicia:
After Jeffy got declared guilty, the company took back the recipe book. However, only a small group of elite pharmacists have been allowed to see it, though.
Edgeworth:
(So this woman is also a part of that small group of elite pharmacists...)
Fluorescent cloth (after presenting Fluorescent cloth after The decorations)
Edgeworth:
Please tell me the reason why you hid this cloth.
Delicia:
Oooh... I guess I have no choice, since the cat's out of the bag... I found this cloth floating in the fountain. And right after that, I was called to the Autumn Palace.
Edgeworth:
(So that's the moment Larry captured in his so-called sketch of beauties...)
Delicia:
At first, I thought one of the fluorescent cloths I'd given Katie had washed away.
Edgeworth:
But didn't you only give four fluorescent cloths as a present to this museum?
Delicia:
...There were four fluorescent cloths covering the sculptures in the Autumn Palace, right? So, that's when I realized... ...that this was the cloth that went missing 18 years ago.
Edgeworth:
!
Delicia:
The poison gas broke out because someone had stolen my Megatoxin X. ...So I thought the fluorescent cloth had also been used for the crime. I was afraid I'd be suspected, so I didn't say anything about it to anyone...
Edgeworth:
...I see.
Delicia:
But, I sure feel a lot better after talking about it. Stress isn't good for your figure, after all.
Edgeworth:
(18 years ago, the cloth that was wrapped around the body went missing... Who would have thought it would turn up in the fountain along with the body...)
Fluorescent Cloth data updated in my Organizer.
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Delicia:
Oh? Didn't Greggy have a different badge?
Edgeworth:
Yes, my father was a defense attorney. And I... chose a different path than my father.
Delicia:
Ahh... I see! So that's how it is. It can't be helped, eh? Since you're at that age. But, when you get a bit bigger, I'm sure you'll understand that your father loved you!
Edgeworth:
.....?
Delicia:
Because everyone goes through the rebellious phase. There's no reason to be ashamed about it!
Edgeworth:
What...! I didn't become a prosecutor because I was in a rebellious phase!
Fluorescent Cloth
Delicia:
The cloth is made from some pretty expensive materials. It's hard to come by, you know!
Kay:
The technology is amazing! How is it made?
Delicia:
Yessie! If you're interested, I'll share my secret information with you!
Kay:
Hmhm. So it was developed by Blue Screens Inc., huh... I've gotta steal that tech! I'll aim to be the shining star in the world of thieves.
Edgeworth:
Could you please let me talk to her as well...?
Fluorescent Cloth (after talking about The decorations)
Edgeworth:
Wasn't there a dirty rag in your bag that looked simillar to this?
Delicia:
Fie! I'm not going to give any information to someone who calls it a dirty rag!
Edgeworth:
Then... Would it be better if I called it a wash cloth?
Delicia:
Fie! Wrong again! It's a fluorescent cloth! Ah, Oopsie! That was supposed to be a secret...!
Edgeworth:
...Please tell me all you know about this fluorescent cloth.
Poison Gas
Delicia:
It's true. I know how to make the poison gas. But, even if you know how to fire a gun, it doesn't mean you actually shot one, right?
Edgeworth:
...I haven't actually decided that you're the criminal yet though.
Kay:
I may be a Great Thief, but that doesn't mean I would commit evil deeds!
Delicia:
And I may be a pastry chef, but that doesn't mean I can make desserts!
Edgeworth:
(That's because you're a fake pastry chef...!)
Angel's Recipe Book
Edgeworth:
You've also read the Angel's Recipe, right?
Delicia:
Of course! I may look like this, but I'm an ace pharmacist!
Kay:
That's amazing! An ace pharmacist. That's been my long-felt dream!
Delicia:
That's right, that's right! At least Kay Fay understands!
Edgeworth:
This is the first I've heard about her being interested in pharmacology, though...
Kay:
Shhh! A little flattery can go a long way when you're stealing or trying to get information. Well, then, Ms. Delicious! There's something I would like to ask of you!
Delicia:
Fie! No can do! I can't just change names I've already decided on!
Kay:
! For a Great Thief of all people to have their thoughts stolen like this!
Edgeworth:
...Looks like it didn't get you very far.
Rock Salt Lamp
Kay:
I'm surprised that you can make a lamp out of rock salt.
Delicia:
Yessie! It's weak against water, but it's strong against fire! It's pretty sturdy, you know? ...So sturdy it can be used as a murder weapon.
Kay:
Y-Yes, that's right, isn't it...
Edgeworth:
(The reason the rock salt lamp was broken was because it was used as the murder weapon. But then, I wonder why the other rock salt lamp was also broken...)
Sketch of Beauties
Delicia:
This sketch... Is this the one called the "sketch of beauties"?
Edgeworth:
That's what the one who drew it called it. (Although it seems you were excluded from it.)
Delicia:
Was that boy perhaps Laurice? I'd love to chat with him one on one later!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... It would be my pleasure to introduce you.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... You're making an awfully evil face right now!
Chocolates
Delicia:
Yessie! That's Katie's chocolates, right? They... seem to have melted a bit, though. Not eating them when they look their best is rude to the chocolate, Miley!
Edgeworth:
No... They had already melted when I got them.
Kay:
Maybe Miley's hands got hotter when he received sweets from a sweetie!
Edgeworth:
Kay...! I beg of you, please don't steal her manner of speech.
Anything else
Delicia:
Oi! That thing you've got there is rather cute, Miley. But, the color is rather unappealing. Now, if I were to coat it with fresh cream...
Edgeworth:
S-Stop it!
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining trolley, clearing "Kate's job" of Kate and all "Talk" options of Delicia and Ray leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
(Now, all that's left is to wait for the results of the teapot...!)
To be continued.
April 2, 2:33 PMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Forensics:
I have a report! We have detected traces of Normallium from the teapot!
Debeste:
Y... You can't be serious...!
Kay:
It's just like Mr. Edgeworth said!
Debeste:
Darn it! Did Mr. Edgeworth take the title of "the best" from me again...?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Debeste. It seems like you have an obsession about being the best... But when you're on a case, winning and losing is of no importance.
Debeste:
What are you saying...? Obviously, it's best to be the best at everything!
Edgeworth:
...If you can't understand that, then you have no business being a prosecutor.
Debeste:
Wha...! I-I...
Courtney:
Please stop harassing Sebastian. Sebastian. A person of your caliber has no need to listen to such things.
Debeste:
Justine...! Yeah... you're right.
Courtney:
Please leave this to me. Why don't you go check on the victim's condition?
Debeste:
Y-Yeah... that's a great idea! I'll be right back then!
Courtney:
Alright. I'll be waiting.
Edgeworth:
(Judge Courtney is much more troublesome than Mr. Debeste...)
Courtney:
Well then... Ms. Curator. Can you tell us why Normallium was discovered in the teapot?
Kate:
I was not aware that it contained such a chemical. I suppose it may have been an ingredient from the detergent I had used.
Courtney:
...So you're saying that you did not put it in deliberately?
Kate:
No. Of course not. There is no way for me to have known how to create the poison gas.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Despite being a former actress, ...it seems you're not very good at lying.
Kate:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
The Angel's Recipe is in your possession. And the method to create the poison gas is contained inside that recipe book. So you must have known how to create it!
Kate:
...I'm surprised you knew about that.
Courtney:
Ms. Curator, is this true?
Kate:
...It's true that information about the poison gas is contained in one of the recipes. However, just because I saw it does not mean that I was responsible for the crime. Could you tell me what set off the poison gas?
Courtney:
It was caused by the victim heating the lid of the glass case with a burner.
Kate:
Ha ha... I see. If he locked himself in that room of his own will and then set off the poison gas... ...wouldn't that suggest "suicide"?
Edgeworth:
(Does she intend to deny it until the bitter end...?)
Kate:
Futhermore, I wouldn't have been able to obtain a chemical like Megatoxin X.
Edgeworth:
That may be true, but you could have stolen it from someone else.
Delicia:
That reminds me. I met up with Katie a week ago and... ...that night was when I realized that my Megatoxin X was gone! Katie... you couldn't have...!
Kate:
...Madame Delicia always carried her medicine bag around with her. Anyone could have stolen it.
Edgeworth:
(That's right... I don't have any proof that she was the one who stole it...!)
Ray:
Katie. Can't you tell us what you're hiding? I know you're not the kind of person who would hurt someone without a reason.
Kate:
Monsieur Shields... You doubt me as well?
Ray:
...Setting a trap on one of the gallery's exhibits, and then disguising the rooms... I just think it would have been impossible for anyone but the curator...
Kate:
.....That's not true. There are no guards or security cameras at this gallery. If any ill-intentioned person wanted to sneak into the gallery... ...it would have been an easy task for them.
Kay:
Th-Then, isn't it like an all-you-can-steal buffet in here!? ...You have to be careful! You never know when a Great Thief could appear.
Edgeworth:
(It doesn't sound like a joke when Kay says it.)
Kate:
...Actually, Monsieur Gustavia apparently entered the gallery before it opened.
Ray:
...Well, I'm beat. Looks like Uncle Ray can't do anything to break down Kate's iron guard. Hmm. This might be a good time to use the technique your old man taught me.
Edgeworth:
The techinque... my father taught you?
Ray:
This case is deeply connected to the one from 18 years ago. If we just pursue the present case, it may seem like there is a lot we don't understand... But if we try turning things around, there might be a hint in the case from the past.
Edgeworth:
"Thinking the other way around"...! (Did my father do that too?)
Ray:
For example... just consider the relationship between the past case and Kate...
Edgeworth:
...! (Ms. Hall melted Mr. Dover's sherbet sculptures 18 years ago... And today, Mr. Dover's works are on display in this gallery. It can't be, she...!) I see... Now I know what to ask her.
Ray:
He he he. That's good to hear. In that case, Uncle Ray will just watch over you as you do your work.
Edgeworth:
...Ms. Katherine Hall. 18 years ago, it seems that you melted Mr. Dover's sherbet sculptures.
Kate:
Yes... I was young and inexperienced, and I did something inexcusable.
Edgeworth:
However, isn't that why you were able to open the Zodiac Art Gallery?
Kate:
...I don't know what you mean.
Courtney:
I don't understand either. Prosecutor Edgeworth. Do you seek her testimony?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I would like her to tell me about the Zodiac Art Gallery. I would like to know the reason you decided to open a gallery for Mr. Dover's artwork.
Courtney:
If you insist that this is related to the case at hand... I will allow it. Ms. Curator. Your testimony, if you please.
Kate:
Very well... if that will clear your suspicions about me...
Courtney:
Now then, please testify about the Zodiac Art Gallery.
-- The Zodiac Art Gallery --
Kate:
18 years after Monsieur Master was arrested, I was finally able to buy back this mansion.
Then, in order to maintain it, I decided to manage it as an art gallery.
I collected Pierre Hoquet's works from all over the world.
After all, it was my dream to open the Zodiac Art Gallery.
Courtney:
It's wonderful that your dream has come true. What do you think, Prosecutor Edgeworth? I don't believe there was anything strange about her testimony.
Edgeworth:
...Judge Courtney. I believe in the courtroom, it is standard to cross-examine the witness. Wouldn't you agree it's a little too early to say that there are no contradictions?
Courtney:
Hmhm... you speak like a defense attorney. Very well. Proceed, as you please.
Rebuttal
-- The Zodiac Art Gallery --
Kate:
18 years after Monsieur Master was arrested, I was finally able to buy back this mansion.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It must've taken a lot of hard work these past 18 years, to buy back the mansion.
Kate:
♪ The place full of my memoriiies with Monsieur Masteeer! It iiis the ooonly place for meee! No matter whaat, at any coost I wanted iiit baaaaaaack. ♬
Kay:
Sh-She looks like she's having fun...
Ray:
Well... she is a former actress. Singing and dancing is her livelihood.
Edgeworth:
...Enough with the singing. Please continue your testimony.
Kate:
Then, in order to maintain it, I decided to manage it as an art gallery.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you managing this gallery by yourself?
Kate:
Yes. Well, I say "manage," but it only opened today. And... I must continue protecting this mansion. So that Monsieur Master has a place to return to...
Edgeworth:
(So she took back the mansion for Mr. Master's sake...)
Ray:
Kate... I'm so sorry. I was powerless...
Kate:
! It's not your fault, Monsieur Shields. I couldn't do anything either. ...All I can do now is continue to protect the mansion.
Kate:
I collected Pierre Hoquet's works from all over the world.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Pierre Hoquet... That's Mr. Dover's alias, correct?
Kate:
Yes. It's the name he used when he worked as a sculptor in France.
Edgeworth:
About collecting his works... How did you prepare the Taurus and Gemini sculptures? I heard that Mr. Dover passed away before he completed those two sculptures.
Kate:
I had the sculptures in the Winter Palace specially made, based on the photos I took.
Edgeworth:
Oh...? Could you tell us about that in more detail?
Add statement:
"I prepared replicas of the sculptures in the Winter Palace based on the photos I took."
Kate:
After all, it was my dream to open the Zodiac Art Gallery.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Opening the Zodiac Art Gallery was your dream?
Kate:
The truth is... I wanted to manage the gallery together with Monsieur Master. ♬ Singiiing and daaancing and aall kinds of sweeets! ♪ ...That's the kind of gallery I dreamed about.
Edgeworth:
(Was she planning on staging a musical in here?)
Courtney:
Jeffery Master disobeyed the Goddess of Law... It is unfortunate, but I'm afraid that your dream will never come to pass.
Kate:
No! Monsieur Master is... innocent. The prosecutor at the time did not believe it, but...
Edgeworth:
(In order to protect Katherine Hall... Jeffery Master gave a false confession. They were both trying to protect each other...)
Kate:
I prepared replicas of the sculptures in the Winter Palace based on the photos I took.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By photos, do you mean the ones taken in Isaac Dover's room?
Kate:
...Yes. You seem quite familiar with the events from 18 years ago, Monsieur Edgeworth.
Kay:
So the sculptures in the Winter Palace were replicas. They melted and I didn't even get to see them once.
Edgeworth:
(No. The sherbet sculptures shouldn't have been replicas. Ms. Hall... is obviously lying.)
Kate:
After all that trouble it took to prepare them, it's a shame they melted...
Present Liquid Analysis Results
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Did you really think that your excuses would continue to hold up?"
Edgeworth:
(The sculptures in the Winter Palace are the same sherbet sculptures from 18 years ago. Unless I point that out to her, I won't be able to find out the truth...)
Edgeworth:
...Did you really think that your excuses would continue to hold up? No matter how much you lie, you can't deny the composition of the sculptures. From the analysis results, it's quite clear... ...that the sculptures in the Winter Palace are the sherbet sculptures Mr. Dover created!
Delicia:
Oi! Miley! As a pharmacist, it's my turn to shine! What we call "sugar" actually comes in many different varieties and tastes. Even if the sculptures were replicas, it's nearly impossible to replicate the composition!
Edgeworth:
I-I see. Thank you for the explanation. (Though I don't recall asking for one...)
Kate:
....!
Edgeworth:
That, Ms. Hall, means you couldn't have melted the sherbet sculptures back then. You stole them and preserved them for 18 years!
Kate:
AAAAAAAHH!
Kay:
WHAAAT!? She preserved the sherbet for 18 whole years!?
Ray:
Hmm. If you freeze it properly, it's not impossible.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Silence, please. ...Ms. Curator, what do you have to say?
Kate:
...I can't believe you've already uncovered so much.
Courtney:
So you're admitting that you stole the sherbet sculptures?
Kate:
...No. I cannot admit to such a thing. There isn't any proof that I stole them, after all. Also... I couldn't have stolen the sculptures 18 years ago. I don't think they would've been easy to steal without the police noticing.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Is that so? I don't know what you did 18 years ago. As such, how can I judge how difficult it would have been to steal them?
Kate:
...It looks like you won't give up so easily.
Edgeworth:
I don't intend on giving up until I learn the truth.
Kate:
...I understand. Then I shall tell you. What I did 18 years ago.
-- What I Did 18 Years Ago --
Kate:
On the day of the incident, I was waiting in the main building until the judging.
During the judging, at Monsieur Master's request, I went to change the film in the camera.
But before I could deliver the camera to him, I discovered Monsieur Dover's body.
After Monsieur Gregory arrived, I prepared tea for everyone involved in the investigation.
It was then that I witnessed Monsieur Gustavia entering Monsieur Dover's room.
Kate:
And that was everything I had done on that day. I don't think there is anything suspicious about my actions.
Edgeworth:
That's not your decision to make.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, were there any contradictions in her testimony?
Edgeworth:
For now, I should just prove that she stole the sculptures. (But when could Ms. Hall have stolen them...? If I can answer that, her crime should come to light!)
Rebuttal
-- What I Did 18 Years Ago --
Kate:
On the day of the incident, I was waiting in the main building until the judging.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What were you doing before the judging began?
Kate:
I was in my room on the second floor, practicing my dancing. I was performing on the TV show "Piece of Cake" back then...
Kay:
Piece of Cake...? What kind of show was that?
Edgeworth:
...It was a children's program. The hosts made sweets while singing and dancing.
Kay:
Ooooh! That sounds like fun!
Ray:
Well, that's unexpected! You knew about the show, Miles?
Edgeworth:
M-My father told me about it once, so I just happened to watch it a few times. (So Ms. Hall was practicing her dancing in her room... Could Ms. Hall have stolen the sculptures then?)
She stole them then
Edgeworth:
This was when you stole the sherbet sculptures!
Kate:
And how would I have done that?
Edgeworth:
That's... Hmm...
Kay:
Not even a Great Thief could have taken it then, you know!
Edgeworth:
(It seems... I was mistaken.) ...My apologies. Please continue, Ms. Hall.
It couldn't have been then
Edgeworth:
(...It could't have been then. I should listen to more of her testimony.)
Kate:
During the judging, at Monsieur Master's request, I went to change the film in the camera.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you were the only one who could move freely during the judging period?
Kate:
I certainly would have had more freedom to move about than the contestants. However... I couldn't possibly have stolen the sculptures right in front of Monsieur Master. Moreover, upon being asked to change the film, I went directly to the entryway.
Edgeworth:
(At Mr. Master's request, she went to change the film in the camera... Could Ms. Hall have stolen the sculptures then?)
She stole them then
Edgeworth:
This was when you stole the sherbet sculptures!
Kate:
And how would I have done that?
Edgeworth:
That's... Hmm...
Kay:
Not even a Great Thief could have taken it then, you know!
Edgeworth:
(It seems... I was mistaken.) ...My apologies. Please continue, Ms. Hall.
It couldn't have been then
Edgeworth:
(...It could't have been then. I should listen to more of her testimony.)
Kate:
But before I could deliver the camera to him, I discovered Monsieur Dover's body.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you entered Mr. Master's room before you delivered the camera?
Kate:
Yes. I heard the sound of something breaking, you see.
Kate:
...Monsieur Master? Are you in here? Eek...!
Ray:
...That was actually the sound of the ship breaking. Someone snuck a bite of it, you see.
Edgeworth:
When the body was discovered, was Mr. Master still judging Mr. Gustavia's room?
Kate:
I am sure that he was. Monsieur Master is the type of person who would carefully judge one room at a time.
Edgeworth:
(She found Mr. Dover's body inside Mr. Master's room... Could Ms. Hall have stolen the sculptures then?)
She stole them then
Edgeworth:
This was when you stole the sherbet sculptures!
Kate:
And how would I have done that?
Edgeworth:
That's... Hmm...
Kay:
Not even a Great Thief could have taken it then, you know!
Edgeworth:
(It seems... I was mistaken.) ...My apologies. Please continue, Ms. Hall.
It couldn't have been then
Edgeworth:
(...It could't have been then. I should listen to more of her testimony.)
Kate:
After Monsieur Gregory arrived, I prepared tea for everyone involved in the investigation.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Did you do so in the same manner as today?
Kate:
Yes. I poured tea for everyone working on the investigation.
Ray:
Now that you mention it, Uncle Ray also got some tea from you that day. Kate was pushing her service cart back and forth, from the patio to the main building.
Edgeworth:
I see. Did anything seem strange to you then?
Ray:
Hmm... Well, I remember your old man singing praises of her Ceylon tea. And he also said something about how the saucer was chilled.
Edgeworth:
(...The saucer was chilled? Could Ms. Hall have stolen the sculptures then?)
She stole them then
Leads to:
"This was when you stole the sherbet sculptures!"
It couldn't have been then
Edgeworth:
(...It could't have been then. I should listen to more of her testimony.)
Kate:
It was then that I witnessed Monsieur Gustavia entering Monsieur Dover's room.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
When exactly did Mr. Gustavia enter the victim's room?
Kate:
It was when Monsieur Gregory and the rest were investigating the crime scene...
Ray:
Apparently Mr. Gustavia went into Mr. Dover's room to retreive a family photo.
Kay:
He stole the picture so their partnership would remain a secret, right? But, you can't be a Great Thief if you get caught stealing!
Edgeworth:
Kay, I don't think Mr. Gustavia is a Great Thief... (The moment Mr. Gustavia sneaked into Mr. Dover's room... Could Ms. Hall have stolen the sculptures then?)
She stole them then
Edgeworth:
This was when you stole the sherbet sculptures!
Kate:
And how would I have done that?
Edgeworth:
That's... Hmm...
Kay:
Not even a Great Thief could have taken it then, you know!
Edgeworth:
(It seems... I was mistaken.) ...My apologies. Please continue, Ms. Hall.
It couldn't have been then
Edgeworth:
(...It could't have been then. I should listen to more of her testimony.)
Edgeworth:
Now, when could she have stolen the sculptures?
Kay:
When did Ms. Hall steal the sherbet, eh...? Hmm. Even with the brains of a Great Thief, I'm stumped.
Ray:
If you want to know what happened, you should ask someone who was there. Don't forget, you can always count on Uncle Ray!
Edgeworth:
...Yes, that's right.
Edgeworth:
This was when you stole the sherbet sculptures!
Kate:
I'm sorry, but... Monsieur Shields and company were at the Fountain Patio the entire time. Are you saying that I stole them in broad daylight?
Edgeworth:
...That's precisely what I'm saying. (This is where she hid the sculptures, to steal them right under the noses...!)
Present tea cart
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Neither my father nor Mr. Shields realized the sculpture was right in front of them."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Wouldn't it be possible to hide them here?
Kate:
Monsieur Shields would certainly have noticed if the sculptures were hidden there.
Ray:
Of course! Your old man would have noticed, too. Miles. Do you really think our eyes were that horrible?
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... It turns out it's my eyes that are horrible. Let me rethink the situation.)
Leads back to:
"(This is where she hid the sculptures, to steal them right under the noses...!)"
Edgeworth:
Neither my father nor Mr. Shields realized the sculpture was right in front of them. What you were pushing around was no ordinary service cart. It was the sculpture itself!
Kate:
Eeeeeeeeek!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
But surely that would still be impossible! If she placed the sculptures on the service cart, people would notice immediately.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I never said she used the "service cart" to move the sculptures.
Courtney:
What...!? What do you mean? Then what did she use to move the sculptures around!?
Edgeworth:
This is what Ms. Hall used to transport the sculptures!
Present Lift Trolley
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"And this is...?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Obviously, she used this to carry them around.
Courtney:
...Well, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Could you please show us how she would have done so?
Edgeworth:
W-Well, that's...
Courtney:
There's no way you could use that to move the sculptures.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (Indeed, it's as she says...)
Courtney:
I will have you write a letter of reflection on this later on.
Edgeworth:
Before that... could I please have one more chance?
Courtney:
...I guess I have no choice. I'll hear what you have to say one more time.
Leads back to:
"This is what Ms. Hall used to transport the sculptures!"
Courtney:
And this is...?
Edgeworth:
This is the lift trolley Mr. Dover used 18 years ago to move his sherbet sculptures. It seems this same lift trolley lies here, in the Fountain Patio.
Kate:
...That's because it was originally prepared for the contest in the first place.
Courtney:
Are you saying she used the lift trolley to move the sculptures?
Edgeworth:
Yes. If the sculptures were placed on this lift trolley, and then covered with a tablecloth... ...it could be disguised as a service cart, and moved without arousing suspicion!
Courtney:
H-How could that be...!?
Ray:
...So the saucers were chilled because they were sitting on the ice sculptures?
Kate:
......
Ray:
Kate...! What's the meaning of this? What were you thinking...!?
Kate:
...... That was truly impressive.
Edgeworth:
!
Kate:
You certainly are... Monsieur Gregory's son. After 18 years... it's hard to imagine any proof that I stole the sculptures remained... But, I knew it was only a matter of time until I was suspected.
Courtney:
Ms. Curator. Does this mean you admit to stealing the sculptures?
Kate:
...Yes. I admit it. 18 years ago, I stole the sherbet sculptures from Monsieur Dover's room. It's just as Monsieur Edgeworth says. I disguised the lift trolley as a service cart. And I served tea as I made my way back and forth. That wasn't all. I also took the ice block with all the star clusters on it...
Edgeworth:
(An ice block with star clusters on it...? That seems familiar...)
Edgeworth:
(A giant block of ice is being displayed here. It appears to be quite heavy... No, the inside must be hollow.)
Edgeworth:
(The Winter Palace is a reproduction of Mr. Dover's room from 18 years ago. Because they had melted, my father never got the chance to see them... But those blocks of ice were also originally from Dover's Sherbet Salon.)
Kate:
The two sculptures and the two blocks of ice, I took everything I could... ...and then I placed empty glass cases in Monsieur Dover's room. The sculptures were all encased in glass to preserve their fine details... ...but the ice blocks were being displayed as they were. As per the rules, we prepared the glass cases for Mr. Dover.
Edgeworth:
(Hm. So it would have been easy for her to prepare the glass cases...)
Kate:
In Monsieur Dover's room, there were some sculptures that were still unfinished. I thought I melted them, it would look like the ones I stole had melted too... So, everything you see in the Winter Palace are all original works from 18 years ago.
Kay:
Ms. Hall... It didn't take much to get her to confess.
Edgeworth:
(...Then she must know. She knows it isn't enough to try her in court.)
Kate:
That is all I have to say. But... Even though I admit to stealing the sculptures, you can't arrest me for it.
Kay:
What!? Wh-What do you mean by that?
Courtney:
Heavens! You're assisting an investigation without knowing this much? Perhaps you should read this book concerning the "Statute of Limitations".
Kay:
S-Statute of limitations...?
Statute of Limitation data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
To put it simply... ...it's the time frame in which a suspect can be taken to court. ...You can see it on this page.
Kay:
The statute of limitations for murder is 15 years, and for theft it's 7 years..... AH!
Edgeworth:
That's right... And Ms. Hall's theft was 18 years ago. According to statute, she cannot be arrested for stealing the sculptures.
Kay:
So that's how it is...
Courtney:
Stealing evidence from a crime scene is an unforgivable offense. However, for this crime at least, we have no right to pass judgement. ...it appears that Prosecutor Edgeworth's tepid reasoning has all been for naught.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I wonder about that. I deduced Ms. Hall's actions simply to expose a different crime. If she only took the sculptures, we wouldn't have found the body from 18 years ago.
Kate:
...Are you saying that I hid Monsieur Dover's body?
Edgeworth:
That's correct.
Kay:
But, how can someone hide a body for 18 years?
Edgeworth:
I would imagine it would be very difficult, under normal circumstances.
Kay:
So you're saying the circumstances weren't... normal...?
Courtney:
Are you claiming that you knew where the body was hidden?
Edgeworth:
When you consider Ms. Hall's actions, the answer becomes obvious. 18 years ago, Ms. Hall stole something more than just sherbet sculptures.
Courtney:
If you're so confident, I would like to hear your answer. Where did Ms. Hall hide the body!?
Present Winter Palace Photo
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the photograph of Mr. Dover's sculptures...?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I'm sure Ms. Hall hid the body... here!
Courtney:
...Prosecutor Edgeworth. Please show us how she could have done so.
Edgeworth:
W-Well... isn't it obvious?
Courtney:
I believe you have confused "obvious" with "impossible" Prosecutor Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (Indeed, it's as she says...)
Courtney:
If you plan on disrupting the investigation, I will have you removed immediately.
Edgeworth:
Before that... could I please have one more chance?
Courtney:
...As you wish. But if you continue to be disruptive, I will not hesitate.
Leads back to:
"Where did Ms. Hall hide the body!?"
Courtney:
This is the photograph of Mr. Dover's sculptures...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and perhaps you've noticed that the victim's body can be seen in this picture?
Courtney:
.....I do not see it. Please point it out clearly. Where in this picture can one see the body of the victim?
Edgeworth:
(It's time to expose the location of the body in the photograph!)
Present Gemini Sculpture
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The Gemini Sculpture...?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This was Mr. Dover's body.
Courtney:
...Does that honestly look like a body to you...?
Ray:
You OK, Miles? Maybe all that thinking short-circuited your brain?
Kay:
I always knew this day would come...
Delicia:
Miley. Do you need medicine?
Kate:
How about some nice Ceylon tea?
Edgeworth:
I-I'm fine, thanks. (Those looks of pity... they pierce my soul...)
Courtney:
Why don't you try again one more time.
Leads back to:
"(It's time to expose the location of the body in the photograph!)"
Courtney:
The Gemini Sculpture...?
Edgeworth:
Yes... While it may look like the Gemini Sculpture at first glance... ...in reality, this is none other than Isaac Dover himself!
Courtney:
This... This ice sculpture was the victim's body...? But all I can see from this picture is an ice sculpture statue...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That's because a certain piece of evidence was used to conceal it.
Courtney:
Conceal it...? Which piece of evidence did Ms. Hall use to conceal the body!?
Present Fluorescent Cloth
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is... the cloth that was covering the sculptures in the Autumn Palace..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
She used this!
Kate:
Whaat makes you think! ♪ Thaat thiis prooves anything! ♬ About mee hiding the boodyy! ♬
Edgeworth:
(Urgh.....!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Let's sing a duet for a rebuttal!
Edgeworth:
No, I'll be fine alone. ...And next time, I won't let her sing.
Courtney:
I don't have time to waste, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Please get it right this time.
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence did Ms. Hall use to conceal the body!?"
Courtney:
This is... the cloth that was covering the sculptures in the Autumn Palace...
Edgeworth:
This cloth manipulates light. With it, it's entirely possible to make something look like ice. Isn't that right, Delicia?
Delicia:
Yessie! When it glows red, it's like a raging inferno! And when it glows blue, you can almost feel the glittering cool ice!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
That cloth will only emit light when it is attached to a special device!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney... Look closely at the picture one more time. Beneath the Gemini case... lies a box-shaped object attached to the pedestal.
Courtney:
Th-This is...!
Edgeworth:
A rainbow light device. Detective Gumshoe reported one in the Winter Palace. This is the device that went missing 18 years ago. Originally, it would have been attached to the cloth inside the glass case. Naturally, Ms. Hall took the device with her when she moved the sculptures. By using the rainbow light device to make the fluorescent cloth glow... ...Mr. Dover's body was made to look like an ice sculpture!
Courtney:
That's... ridiculous...!
Ray:
So then, when Uncle Ray took a photo of the Winter Palace...
Edgeworth:
That's right. The body had been in front of us all along, disguised as Gemini!
Courtney:
However, the body and the fluorescent cloth were both discovered in the fountain. If the ice sculpture was the body, we would have found it in the Winter Palace!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If we had found it there, her trick would have been revealed immediately. Ms. Hall moved the body out of the Winter Palace to prevent us from discovering it.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Absurd. You say she threw the body into the fountain without any of us noticing?
Edgeworth:
No, Judge Courtney... There was no need for that. She simply used the same method as before. Remember the lift trolley...?
Courtney:
A... Aaaah!
Edgeworth:
She moved the body to some other room and dumped it into the stream to the fountain. ...Naturally, the frozen body would have sunk to the bottom of the fountain. That's why the cloth floated up first, and was found by Delicia.
Courtney:
And eventually, the body thawed out and floated to the surface...?
Hold it!
Kate:
Monsieur Edgeworth. You truly have a gift for deductive reasoning. However... do you have any proof that I moved the body?
Edgeworth:
......
Kate:
If you cannot prove that, then there is no way I can accept what you are saying.
Kay:
Hrmm... Wasn't there anyone who saw Ms. Hall move the body?
Edgeworth:
...Yes, I believe such a person exists. (The answers lie in the evidence that person gave me... And that piece of evidence will reveal the truth of Ms. Hall's actions.)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Are you able to prove the crime of Ms. Curator?
Edgeworth:
Certainly. I have evidence that will show exactly what she did.
Courtney:
Then, it's time we see your answer. Which piece of evidence reveals Ms. Curator's actions?
Present Sketch of Beauties
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Another sketch?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Just by looking at this, you should be able to understand. ...Let it enlighten you.
Courtney:
........
Kay:
Overruled!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! Wh-Why are you...!
Kay:
I thought it would be less embarrassing if I was the one to say it... But well, you can't really show what Ms. Hall was doing with that, y'know?
Edgeworth:
(I suppose not... I should present something else.)
Courtney:
Let us hear your answer one more time.
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence reveals Ms. Curator's actions?"
Courtney:
...Another sketch? ...Oh? It appears I have been drawn in this one...
Edgeworth:
This is a sketch Larry drew of the women at the Fountain Patio. I would like to direct your attention to the service cart on the left side of the sketch.
Courtney:
Service cart...? What about it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Don't you see? What transpired 18 years ago has happened again. Ms. Hall was moving... the body in this sketch!
Courtney:
No...!
Hold it!
Kate:
...Please wait. I don't see Monsieur Dover's body anywhere in that drawing. All I did was hand out chocolates to everyone.
Edgeworth:
The key detail in this sketch is the color of the tablecloth. Up until now, I thought Larry had just made a mistake.
Courtney:
...The tablecloth. It's light blue.
Edgeworth:
It may be light blue in the sketch, but no blue tablecloths exist in this mansion. Perhaps it's light blue because the body was hidden, still glowing, underneath the tablecloth.
Courtney:
What...! B-But... the lift trolley is rectangular in the sketch! If she just placed the body in the lift trolley, we would notice it immediately!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There were two blocks of ice in the Winter Palace that are completely hollowed out. If she put the body inside the block of ice, it would look like a service cart.
Courtney:
That's...!
Edgeworth:
...Ms. Hall. You put the body in the block of ice and used the lift trolley to move it, didn't you?
Kate:
I... I never imagined you would be able to deduce so much from just a single sketch. ...But what if it was just a mistake, like you said before? It doesn't prove anything.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I agree that alone the sketch is worthless.
Kate:
!
Edgeworth:
Once you removed the body, the "service cart" would revert back to a lift trolley. That's why the lift trolley was left behind in the Fountain Patio. And without the service cart, there would be no place for you to put your chocolates.
Kate:
The chocolates I gave everyone...?
Edgeworth:
Until then, the chocolates had sat on top of the service cart as you gave them away... ...but when you gave them to us, you took them from your pocket.
Kate:
Ah... Now that you mention it, they were a bit melted. But they were still really sweet and tasty!
Edgeworth:
So, why was it necessary to put them in your pocket halfway through?
Kate:
Th-That's because...!
Edgeworth:
That's because once the body was disposed of, you no longer had a service cart.
Kate:
...Aaah!
Courtney:
Hold it right there. If she put the chocolates in her pocket, and left the lift trolley in the patio. Then... Where did the tablecloth go?
Edgeworth:
(If she had been forced to put the chocolates in her pocket... ...she wouldn't have had time to dispose of the tablecloth!)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Can you answer that for me?
Edgeworth:
The tablecloth wasn't hidden. It's right in front of us.
Courtney:
...Do clarify. The tablecloth used to hide the body. Where is it now?
It's inside the fountain
Edgeworth:
If I may be so blunt, it's inside the fountain.
Courtney:
If I may be blunt as well... We have already investigated the fountain.
Ray:
Miles... If I may also be blunt, I think that's wrong.
Edgeworth:
I-It seems so...
Ray:
Oh yeah... When we first met Kate... ...she had something that looked like a tablecloth wrapped around her waist.
Edgeworth:
! I see... That must be the key to exposing the truth of her actions.
Ray:
Yeah... Seems so.
Courtney:
Well then... This time for sure, tell us clearly.
Leads back to:
"The tablecloth used to hide the body. Where is it now?"
It's outside of the patio
Edgeworth:
It is... probably hidden somewhere outside of the patio.
Courtney:
Outside of the patio? And where exactly do you mean?
Edgeworth:
...I don't know that yet...
Courtney:
Most of the world would fall "outside of the patio." If that's all you have to say, I'm afraid you're only wasting our time.
Edgeworth:
Nnnnnnngh...! (If I just calmly consider the possibilities, there's only one place it can be.)
Ray:
Oh yeah... When we first met Kate... ...she had something that looked like a tablecloth wrapped around her waist.
Edgeworth:
! I see... That must be the key to exposing the truth of her actions.
Ray:
Yeah... Seems so.
Courtney:
Well then... This time for sure, tell us clearly.
Leads back to:
"The tablecloth used to hide the body. Where is it now?"
Ms. Hall has it with her
Leads to:
"Isn't it obvious? Ms. Hall is carrying it with her out in the open."
Edgeworth:
Isn't it obvious? Ms. Hall is carrying it with her out in the open.
Courtney:
Out in the open...? Ah...! Y-You mean...!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hall. You are... wearing the tablecloth around your waist!
Kate:
......
Edgeworth:
The block of ice was not encased in a glass case. In other words, the tablecloth was in direct contact with the block of ice. If we have it examined, we will undoubtedly find traces of sherbet on it. ...Ms. Hall. You will turn your tablecloth over to the police at once!
Kate:
...... .....There's no need to examine the tablecloth.
Edgeworth:
!
Kate:
...It is just as you say. I stole the poison from Madame Delicia, and I moved the body... I have done... I have done terrible things.
Kate:
Madame Delicia... I am so sorry. One week ago, I took your Megatoxin X bottle. I slipped it into that man's pocket... to make it look like suicide. And if they suspected it was murder, the evidence would point to Madame Delicia.
Examine evidence
Platform of Lift Trolley
Edgeworth:
This was made to look like a service cart, and was used to move the body.
Kay:
And the reason the lift was wet was because the body had been kept inside a case of ice.
Delicia:
Eep! K-Katie?
Ray:
Kate...! What were you thinking...? Weren't we always trying to save Mr. Master together!?
Kate:
I... could not let myself be arrested. Not until... I had proven Monsieur Master's innocence...! From the very beginning, I had planned to turn myself in once everything was over... ...but I suppose it is too late to say that now.
Ray:
Kate... Why? Why would you go this far...?
Kate:
...Even for Monsieur Shields, I've caused nothing but trouble. For the past 18 years... I have been a criminal.
Courtney:
The IS-7 Incident... Don't tell me that you were the true culprit?
Kate:
My greatest crime was stealing the sherbet sculptures for my own selfish interests. When Monsieur Dover died... they were no longer just ordinary sculptures. They had become the final works of the sculptor Monsieur Master so deeply loved. What if... What if they melted before Monsieur Master returned? With that in mind, I couldn't let anyone touch them, not even the police... Even though I knew it was wrong, I moved them to the mansion's freezer... However... I only wanted to preserve Monsieur Dover's art. I did not know his body was hidden among them...!
Edgeworth:
(So she stole the sculptures without noticing the body...)
Kate:
Monsieur Master would never take another person's life. But, because of me, the body vanished, and Monsieur Master was found... Guilty...! That kind man... he treated someone like me as family. He meant more to me than anyone else, and yet...!
Ray:
Kate...
Kate:
When Monsieur Master was found guilty, I was chased out of this mansion. I was finally able to reclaim the mansion just a few days ago, but... ...when I saw the sculptures still sleeping away in the freezer, I realized... ...that I was the one who hid Monsieur Dover's body. However... the statute of limitations had already expired. Therefore, I... ...could think of no other way to atone for my sins...!
Edgeworth:
..... (...It appears I have misunderstood her. It seems... she caused this entire incident in order to save Mr. Master.)
Kay:
Whatcha thinking about, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...There is one thing that has been bothering me this whole time. Why would Ms. Hall plan a murder with such an uncertain method like poison gas? And, the reason she disguised the Autumn Palace to look like the Winter Palace... ...was to make those involved in the incident 18 years ago confuse the two rooms.
Kay:
I wonder what Kate was trying to accomplish...?
Edgeworth:
(She was trying to prove Mr. Master's innocence... In that case, Ms. Hall's true objective was...!)
To turn herself in
Edgeworth:
(To turn herself in by exposing her crime... No, if that was her goal, she didn't have to take things this far.)
Leads back to:
"(In that case, Ms. Hall's true objective was...!)"
To find the true culprit
Leads to:
"(Perhaps she was trying to find the true culprit?)"
To make us find the body
Edgeworth:
(Was it to make us investigate and find the body? But, that's not enough to prove Mr. Master's innocence...)
Leads back to:
"(In that case, Ms. Hall's true objective was...!)"
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps she was trying to find the true culprit?) Ms. Hall... Were you trying to prove Mr. Master's innocence?
Kate:
...!
Edgeworth:
You wanted to reveal the true culprit and have the police find the body from 18 years ago... Was that not your true goal?
Kate:
.....
Edgeworth:
By displaying those sculptures, you'd attract those involved in the past incident. Only two people would know where the body was hidden. You... and the true culprit.
Ray:
The culprit would've panicked, knowing that the body would be displayed publicly...
Edgeworth:
Yes. And if the culprit really showed up, there's the risk they'd erase their tracks. In the worst-case scenario, they might have even stolen the body. So, how could she protect the evidence while simultaneously luring in the culprit?
Ray:
...I see. That's why she made the Autumn Palace look like the Winter Palace...!
Edgeworth:
Yes. And then... Ms. Hall, you must have thought... ...whoever opens the Pisces case, believing it to be the Gemini case... ...must be the true culprit of the IS-7 Incident!
Kate:
!
Courtney:
What...!
Kay:
B-But that means...! That person is... the true culprit...?
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Please wait a moment, Prosecutor Edgeworth! Do you realize what you're saying? Do you intend to accuse that person of being the culprit behind the IS-7 Incident!?
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Hall was trying to trap the true culprit... If so, wouldn't the person who feel for the trap, be the true culprit? However... I have no evidence to back up my claims. If I make a formal accusation without any proof, it will not end well. Should I announce the true killer of Isaac Dover...?)
Make an accusation
Leads to:
"(What I should do is reveal "the truth.")"
Don't make an accusation
Edgeworth:
(Should I be more careful and do it after I've collected more evidence? ...No, if I miss this chance I might not be able to work on this case any further. Above all, I can't just leave the true culprit at large any longer... I can't just leave the people that have suffered for 18 years! I will solve this case by my own hand!)
Leads to:
"(What I should do is reveal "the truth.")"
Edgeworth:
(What I should do is reveal "the truth." In that case... there is no need to hesitate!) ...Yes, that's correct. Judge Courtney. I indict this person as the true culprit behind the IS-7 Incident!
Present Dane Gustavia profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Dane Gustavia, who fell victim to the poison gas, is the true culprit of the IS-7 Incident...?"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Courtney:
...Is there any basis to suspect this person?
Edgeworth:
There is... not.
Courtney:
It's outrageous that you would suspect somebody without any basis! You could get sued for defamation!
Edgeworth:
(There is nothing more embarrassing than to fail at this juncture...)
Ray:
If it came to that, you want me to be your lawyer?
Edgeworth:
No, no thanks... Before that allow me to correct myself!
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence reveals Ms. Curator's actions?"
Courtney:
Dane Gustavia, who fell victim to the poison gas, is the true culprit of the IS-7 Incident...?
Delicia:
G-Gusty is...!
Ray:
Mr. Gustavia...
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hall. Didn't you believe, that if you opened this gallery, the true culprit would come? That's why... you set up the poison gas trap, is it not?
Kate:
...You truly have... a gifted mind, just like your father. It is as you say, Monsieur Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
...Now, would you please tell us the whole truth?
Kate:
Yes... I have nothing more to hide. I will... tell you everything. I set a trap in the gallery to find the true culprit. Before the gallery opened... I left only the Autumn Palace unlocked. At opening time, when I went around to unlock each room... I discovered that the Autumn Palace had been locked from the inside. I knew that the true culprit was on the other side of the door. My hand was... t-trembling...
Edgeworth:
(...All that was left was for the trap do its work...)
Kate:
When I heard Monsieur Gustavia was exposed to the poison gas, I realized he was the culprit. And, I thought that if the police discovered Monsieur Dover's body... ...it would prove Monsieur Master's innocence.
Ray:
...Why didn't you ever come talk to me...? There might have been another way!
Kate:
I know that you did everything you could for me over the past 18 years. However... all of this had been brought on by my own crime... That's why I wanted to save Monsieur Master as soon as possible...!
Ray:
Kate...
Kate:
Not only that, the police hid the fact that the body went missing 18 years ago. Even if I reported the body, there was a chance that the truth would be hidden again. That's why I caused the incident at the museum's opening, with as many witnesses as possible.
Ray:
.....I'm sorry. Gregory, Mr. Master... And even you... I couldn't protect anyone!
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Shields... It must be tough on him as well.)
Kate:
The one who should be apologizing... is me. Monsieur Edgeworth. Monsieur Shields. ...I'm terribly sorry. I shall accept whatever punishment I am given. However, I must ask of you... Please clear Monsieur Master's name!
Edgeworth:
(The truth that was hidden for 18 years was revealed in an unexpected manner... However... to think that things would end this way...)
To be continued.
April 2, 3:11 PMZodiac Art GalleryFountain Patio
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hall. ...Have you composed yourself?
Kate:
...Yes.
Edgeworth:
What you did, no matter the reason, was unforgivable.
Kate:
Yes, I know.
Edgeworth:
However, you committed this crime in order to prove Mr. Master's innocence. If the true culprit is someone else, we have a duty to reinvestigate.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
No false evidence from the IS-7 Incident remains in the official case files. Moreover, there is no evidence to lend credence to Ms. Hall's testimony. We should first arrest Ms. Hall as the culprit behind today's incident.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
We cannot be certain that all the case files are accurate. After all, the prosecutor in the case has a history of... forging evidence.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Are you suggesting that the P.I.C. overlooked such a prosecutor...?
Edgeworth:
That's none of my concern. The truth is that evidence was falsified. ...And the fact that Dover's body from 18 years ago was just discovered proves it.
Courtney:
..... Prosecutor Edgeworth. I can see remnants of Prosecutor von Karma within you...
Edgeworth:
...What did you say?
Courtney:
You try to deceive the P.I.C. and fabricate the truth! Let me inform you of my... or rather, the P.I.C.'s logic.
-- The P.I.C.'s Logic --
Courtney:
I acknowledge that Prosecutor von Karma fabricated the information about the body.
However, he successfully convicted Mr. Master as an accomplice.
I believe that the true culprit was Ms. Curator herself.
She even attempted to murder Mr. Gustavia today, in order to pin the blame on him.
Edgeworth:
Is that really... what the P.I.C. believes?
Courtney:
Yes. Every word I utter is for the sake of law and order.
Edgeworth:
(...It seems she intends to hide the truth for the sake of the P.I.C. At this rate, neither Mr. Master nor Ms. Hall will be saved...!)
Rebuttal
-- The P.I.C.'s Logic --
Courtney:
I acknowledge that Prosecutor von Karma fabricated the information about the body.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If you acknowledge that, why won't you reopen the case!
Courtney:
The Goddess of Law does not err in her judgements. While Prosecutor von Karma may have used underhanded tactics...
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
If you ask me, it's all been bogus ever since Von Karma fabricated evidence. And you claim that justice was served... What is the P.I.C. thinking?
Courtney:
...I can already declare my verdict. There is no need for further investigation.
Edgeworth:
Let's hear your explanation on the matter then.
Courtney:
However, he successfully convicted Mr. Master as an accomplice.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I heard that the biggest factor in Mr. Master's conviction was his confession. If Prosecutor von Karma had a hand in his confession, the ruling may not be just.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
The initial investigation was handled by Detective Rip Lacer... He was the one who obtained the confession... according to the official reports. All I can say is that the ruling has already been handed down.
Kay:
Jeez! Why does Ms. Courtney have to be so stubborn? Is the P.I.C. so high and mighty?
Edgeworth:
...They sure seem like the archenemy of prosecutors, to say the least.
Kay:
Hmm. So they're kinda like what the police are to Great Thieves...
Edgeworth:
(...Says the Great Thief who nonchalantly works alongside the police.)
Courtney:
I believe that the true culprit was Ms. Curator herself.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you saying that both Ms. Hall and Mr. Master murdered Isaac Dover?
Courtney:
Mr. Master committed the murder, while Ms. Curator moved the body... That's what I believe.
Kate:
What...! How can you say that...!? We would never kill Monsieur Dover...!
Courtney:
Did you not steal the body and preserve it for 18 years? ...It is only natural to suspect you of being an accomplice.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
She has already confessed to her crimes. And now is not the time to judge her of her past crimes.
Courtney:
...In that case, let's judge Ms. Hall for her current crime.
Courtney:
She even attempted to murder Mr. Gustavia today, in order to pin the blame on him.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If she wanted to pin the crime on somebody, why choose Mr. Gustavia?
Courtney:
Perhaps Mr. Gustavia suspected Ms. Hall was the criminal. As he attempted to confirm whether or not the Gemini Sculpture was genuine... ...he was caught in a trap meant to silence him forever.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Can you prove that theory?
Courtney:
Mr. Gustavia is currently teetering on the brink of death. There's probably no way to prove it, unless he regains consciousness. In other words... there is nothing we can do for now.
Edgeworth:
That can't be true. There must still be something we can do!
Courtney:
You still don't get it, do you...? Allow me to give you a clearer explanation.
Edgeworth:
(In order to protect Katherine Hall... Jeffery Master gave a false confession. They were both trying to protect each other...)
Add statements:
"We already have ample evidence for both the IS-7 Incident and today's poison gas incident." and "There is no need to investigate any further."
Courtney:
We already have ample evidence for both the IS-7 Incident and today's poison gas incident.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By ample evidence, you mean...?
Courtney:
For the IS-7 Incident, we have a body, the murder weapon... and a pair of suspects. For the poison gas incident, we have the two chemicals and Ms. Hall's confession. Furthermore, I have finished collecting all the evidence necessary... ...for your own P.I.C. hearing, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
What...!
Kay:
H-How can you say something like that so casually!
Ray:
Miles, you know you're always welcome to join the Edgeworth Law Offices.
Edgeworth:
...Mmgh... Judge Courtney. I'd like to ask that you refrain from making such needless remarks.
Courtney:
Hmhm... I understand. Well, regardless...
Present Liquid Analysis Results
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"There is still one piece of evidence from the IS-7 Incident that remains unsettled."
Courtney:
There is no need to investigate any further.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you saying that there is nothing left for us to investigate?
Courtney:
We have already exhausted all ends in regards to the evidence. This court will accept no further deliberations. I shall now deliver my verdict for the defendant, Katherine Hall. I hereby pronounce you...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hold it! There is still a need for further investigation!
Courtney:
If you wish to halt my verdict, please do so with evidence. That is, if there is any evidence that requires further deliberation...
Present Liquid Analysis Results
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"There is still one piece of evidence from the IS-7 Incident that remains unsettled."
Edgeworth:
(I cannot allow this case to end here. There is still something that needs to be cleared up! Looks like I'll have to show Judge Courtney something to convince her...!)
Edgeworth:
There is still one piece of evidence from the IS-7 Incident that remains unsettled. ...Take a look at this.
Courtney:
This is...?
Edgeworth:
This is the forensic results from the Gemini Sculpture that melted in the Winter Palace. According to the results of the analysis, traces of someone's blood were found. Who does this blood belong to...? Until we know the answer, this case is still open!
Courtney:
There was blood mixed in with the remains of the Gemini Sculpture...? I heard nothing of this from Sebastian!
Edgeworth:
This was a report from Detective Gumshoe. ...I had planned to tell Mr. Debeste myself.
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Hmph... So even though you had no investigate authority, you still did as you please. I shall report everything that transpired today to the P.I.C.
Edgeworth:
I will not avert my eyes from the truth, nor shall I overlook the mistakes of the past.
Courtney:
.....
Edgeworth:
If you wish to report my actions to the P.I.C., be my guest. But in exchange, I want you to let me investigate this case to the very end.
Courtney:
...It is not my place to decide such things. I must ask that you check with Sebastian regarding this matter.
Debeste:
Heeey! Good news, you guys! Thanks to our early detection, Mr. Gustavia's life was saved.
Edgeworth:
!
Ray:
Mr. Gustavia...!
Kay:
So... he's alive...
Gustavia:
Would you be the ones... who saved my life?
Ray:
...Hey, Mr. Gustavia.
Gustavia:
Hmm? You are... Sir Assistant, are you not!? You've grown so big! This time... this one is your assistant, then?
Edgeworth:
! No. I'm...
Ray:
He he he. He's an assistant candidate. And Gregory Edgeworth's son.
Edgeworth:
...I am Miles Edgeworth, a prosecutor.
Gustavia:
Nnph. What a twist of fate...! I am in your debt! It is thanks to you that I have completely recovered.
Edgeworth:
Heh... There's no need for thanks. Since you're alive, we can reach the truth behind the incident 18 years ago.
Gustavia:
Hmm...? What do you speak of?
Ray:
While you were unconscious, the truth has started to come to light. You may be Isaac Dover's murderer.
Gustavia:
!
Debeste:
Whaaat!? Really?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hall was looking for the criminal behind the events of 18 years ago. That's why... she set up the poison gas in the Pisces case.
Gustavia:
.....
Edgeworth:
Mr. Gustavia. The events of the incident 18 years ago... Tell us what really happened.
Gustavia:
........
Edgeworth:
...So you wish to remain silent?
Ray:
Nah. I think he's just meditating.
Kay:
He can sleep standing up? What a useful skill to have!
Edgeworth:
(Meditation is different from sleeping, though...)
Ray:
Mr. Gustavia! Please tell us what you did 18 years ago!
Gustavia:
.....Nnph. Nwahahahahaha! I'm the criminal because I fell for the trap...? That's not a very funny joke! I'm a victim, not a culprit!
Courtney:
Mr. Gustavia. It has not yet been made clear whether or not you are the criminal. This is only their baseless speculation. Do not concern yourself with the drivel of a prosecutor without jurisdiction.
Gustavia:
Nnph...! At least there is one person here who understands.
Courtney:
My name is Justine Courtney. I am a judge. If you would like, I would be happy to assist you. Let us show Prosecutor Edgeworth the truth of 18 years ago.
Gustavia:
Nnph... Understood. I shall prove my innocence to you, Sir Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney... Is that your answer? Do you intend to bury the truth of the IS-7 Incident before it can be brought to light!?
Courtney:
...I merely believe in the judgement of the Goddess of Law.
Edgeworth:
Ultimately, those who render judgement are only human. As long as humans control the law, there is no guarantee that every verdict is correct. If you are going to help conceal the truth... I will not hold back!
Courtney:
Hmhm... I'm looking forward to it.
Gustavia:
Lady Justine. What should I do now?
Courtney:
You are being suspected because you set off the poison gas. Can you tell us the reason... ...why you opened the Pisces case?
Gustavia:
Understood. I came to see Sir Dover's works from 18 years ago. However, I accidentally entered the museum a half hour before it opened.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hall. There was nobody at the entrance, correct?
Kate:
Since I thought the criminal from 18 years ago might be coming... ...I had no security guards in place. I didn't even lock the doors. I was very busy with opening preparations, so there was nobody on the first floor. In addition... I locked every place door aside from the Autumn one.
Edgeworth:
...I see. (This must have been done in order to lure the criminal to the Autumn Palace... Which is why he ended up entering the Autumn Palace.)
Kay:
It's already suspicious that he snuck into the museum in the first place.
Courtney:
The gallery should remain silent. Unless you have evidence that can prove his testimony false, I will not allow any objections.
Kay:
G-Gallery!? This isn't even a courtroom...
Courtney:
Now then... why did you open the Pisces case?
Gustavia:
I wished to view Sir Dover's handiwork up close. The Gemini Sculpture... No, it was actually the Pisces, wasn't it? The lid had been frozen shut, so I borrowed a burner to open it... ...but as soon as I opened the lid, poison gas began pouring out.
Edgeworth:
That's quite a... convenient testimony.
Kay:
It sounds like a total lie, doesn't it...?
Courtney:
There are parts of Mr. Gustavia's testimony that I have issues with, as well. However... there is no evidence to disprove it.
Kay:
B-But that's...!
Gustavia:
Would it not make sense for suspicion to fall on Lady Katherine before myself? She may have intended to release the poison gas haphazardly.
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
Kate turned on the sprinklers as soon as the gas was released. She was specifically targeting the person who triggered the trap. ...Mr. Gustavia. You were her only target.
Gustavia:
You... You are willing to accept the words of this criminal as the truth?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Hall must atone for her crimes. However... the same can be said for the criminal from 18 years ago.
Gustavia:
Sir Prosecutor, it seems you wish to suspect me to the bitter end. However, I had no reason to murder Sir Dover. If there is no evidence to suggest that I killed him, you cannot suspect me!
Edgeworth:
Ugh...!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth. Can't you prove that Mr. Gustavia is the criminal?
Edgeworth:
All we know for sure is that Mr. Gustavia fell victim to the poison gas... No matter how strange his behavior was, it won't prove he committed the murder.
Kay:
But that's...! Mr. Shields, is there nothing we can do?
Ray:
Well... if there isn't any evidence, we should try reorganizing the facts. If Mr. Gustavia was the one who killed Mr. Dover, there must have been a motive.
Edgeworth:
Motive (Motive for the murder - Gustavia claims he has no motive to murder Dover...)... Mr. Gustavia himself is denying that such a motive exists.
Ray:
...It's not easy to take another person's life. 18 years ago, your old man also discussed motive with Prosecutor von Karma...
Gregory:
You claim their collaboration is irrelevant? If Mr. Gustavia and Mr. Dover's relationship had turned sour (Partnership turned sour - Gustavia helped Dover with his finals dessert, but Dover didn't help.)... ...it could serve as a motive for murder!
Ray:
We couldn't talk with Mr. Gustavia 18 years ago... but this time things are different. If we connect everything we've learned so far, the truth might be revealed...
Edgeworth:
Yes... I suppose so. (It seems I must re-examine the information from 18 years ago. I must recall all the details that have remained unexplained!)
Badd:
So... The gloved fingermarks on the picture frame... Was your doing?
Edgeworth:
(Delicia denied leaving the fingermarks on the frame. If they were left by Mr. Gustavia... ...he may have been trying to view the Angel's Recipe (Was Angel's Recipe his goal? - Was Gustavia's goal to view the Angel's Recipe?).)
Kate:
Monsieur Master asked me to change the film in the camera. It seemed the film he prepared in advance wasn't enough...
Gregory:
There wasn't enough film?
Kate:
It seems the number of photos he took didn't match up with the amount of film remaining (Remaining film - The amount of film in the camera decreased. Did someone use it?). Well... He told me himself it might have been just a mistake, though.
Edgeworth:
(The information my father collected 18 years ago was certainly not for naught... If there is no evidence, then I shall use logic to reveal the truth!)
Connect "Motive for the murder" and "Partnership turned sour"
Leads to:
"...Mr. Gustavia."
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Gustavia. You collaborated with the victim, Isaac Dover, to create your desserts, didn't you?
Gustavia:
Oh...? It seems you know about my secret.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Shields told me about it. Mr. Dover handled the design, while you were in charge of the taste. Is that correct?
Gustavia:
Ngh... Back then my training had been insufficient.
Edgeworth:
It seems you worked together through the semifinals, but not during the finals. Why is that?
Gustavia:
We both wished to compete in the finals against Sir Master on our own merits...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You must have also helped with Isaac Dover's dessert even during the finals!
Gustavia:
Nnph... What makes you able to declare something like that?
Edgeworth:
Didn't you tell Prosecutor von Karma about it yourself, 18 years ago? ...That you "cooperated until the day before the finals"?
Gregory:
The sculptures in Mr. Dover's room were all made out of sherbet. ...Such an amount would most likely need to be left overnight to freeze. Which means Mr. Gustavia prepared Mr. Dover's sherbet in advance the day before!
von Karma:
......Hmph. That's right. So you realize Gustavia's cooperation ended the day before the finals.
Gregory:
Then, why did Mr. Dover not help Mr. Gustavia in return?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
...The views of the dead are of no concern to me.
Edgeworth:
Why did Isaac Dover not help you in return?
Gustavia:
Ngh...
Edgeworth:
If there is a reason why your partnership with Isaac Dover broke down... ...that would be a motive for murder!
Gustavia:
Mmmmph...! That could be a possibility. However! Sir Dover and I ended our partnership peacefully!
Kay:
A peaceful breakup? ...That's hard to imagine.
Gustavia:
Not to mention, it's absurd to think that I killed Sir Dover in Sir Master's room! I couldn't have killed Sir Dover (Timing of Dover's murder - Gustavia could not have murdered Dover while Master was in the room.) while Sir Master was also there, making his desserts. In other words, there is no way I could have committed the murder.
Edgeworth:
(...That's not true. If there was a moment when Mr. Master was absent from the room... ...I could prove that it was possible for Mr. Gustavia to commit the murder!)
Connect "Remaining film" and "Was Angel's Recipe his goal?"
Leads to:
"If he had photographed the contents of the Angel's Recipe, he wouldn't need to steal it."
Edgeworth:
If he had photographed the contents of the Angel's Recipe, he wouldn't need to steal it. Perhaps Mr. Gustavia used Mr. Master's camera to take the pictures.
Kay:
If he had stolen the actual recipe book, the police would've found out!
Ray:
I see... Pictures, eh?
Edgeworth:
The problem is the time at which he entered Mr. Master's room...
Ray:
...Mr. Gustavia could've moved around freely during the afternoon tea, right? Because it seems both him and Mr. Dover did not participate in the afternoon tea (Afternoon tea - Dover and Gustavia did not participate in the afternoon tea.).
Edgeworth:
(If I remember correctly, the only time we can prove that Dover was still alive is...)
von Karma:
The victim was not seen, as he stayed locked up in his room after the contest had begun. The only one who could have unlocked the locked rooms was Jeff Master.
Gregory:
Were Master's desserts all that you ate?
Delicia:
...Actually, no. After the afternoon tea, I also ate Icy's desserts...
Edgeworth:
(After the contest began, Isaac Dover was locked up in his room. If we assume he was killed at some point before Delicia snuck into his room... ...then there is a high chance that he was killed before the afternoon tea was over.)
Connect "Afternoon tea" and "Timing of Dover's murder"
Leads to:
"(Isaac Dover was alive up until the afternoon tea began.)"
Edgeworth:
(Isaac Dover was alive up until the afternoon tea began. Ergo, that is the only time when Gustavia could have killed Dover.)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Are you satisfied?
Edgeworth:
Heh... Sorry, but I am far from satisfied. Because I am finally starting to see... the truth behind this case!
Courtney:
Are you saying you have found some evidence to show us that truth?
Edgeworth:
No... There is no need to present my evidence. Since we can just have Mr. Gustavia tell us the truth.
Kay:
Ah! So this is where you use "that", right!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. ...Mr. Gustavia, there is one thing I want you to tell me.
Gustavia:
........................
Edgeworth:
I said... Mr. Gustavia, there is one thing I want you to tell me!
Gustavia:
Nnghhoooh! Wh-What is it!?
Edgeworth:
During the finals of the contest, you made your desserts on your own.
Gustavia:
I wanted to compete for the title of the World's Greatest Pastry Chef on my own merits.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If that was truly the case, you would have competed on your own merits from the start. I want you to tell me why it was necessary for you to cooperate with Isaac Dover.
Edgeworth:
During the contest 18 years ago, Mr. Gustavia collaborated with Mr. Dover. I wonder... What made them decide to cooperate in the first place? That's what I need to draw out from him, but...
Gustavia:
......
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... It seems he pretends to meditate when things aren't going his way...) First, I'll ask about why he collaborated with Mr. Dover. The truth has been hidden for 18 years... That ends today!
Begin Logic Chess
Why did you collaborate with Mr. Dover?
Leads to:
"Why did you decide to collaborate with Isaac Dover?"
Edgeworth:
Why did you decide to collaborate with Isaac Dover?
Gustavia:
Sir Dover and I were already acquaintances, even before the contest began. Since he was interested in the contest, we simply decided to enter it together.
Edgeworth:
Heh... Joining forces with a sculptor. You weren't confident in your own abilities?
Gustavia:
Nnph...! You know nothing about me! We wanted to make great works together!
You couldn't make it on your own?
Edgeworth:
I will reveal all your lies for what they are.
Gustavia:
...... Nnph... is that all? You bore me with your empty threats, Sir Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... I need to be careful not to make careless statements.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Gustavia:
Sir Dover's son and my own attended the same elementary school. We all got along well from the start.
Edgeworth:
Really? So were you going to share the title of World's Greatest Pastry Chef together?
Gustavia:
Nnph...... ......
Wake up!
Leads to:
"Heh... as expected, he pretends to meditate when things aren't going his way."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Heh... as expected, he pretends to meditate when things aren't going his way. Mr. Dover was a sculptor... I doubt he had any interest in the title of the World's Greatest Pastry Chef. In that case, where did his true goal lie?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Gustavia:
Nn... Nnph...! Indeed... my goal was the title of the World's Greatest Pastry Chef. However, Sir Dover's goal was the grand prize, the Angel's Recipe.
Edgeworth:
I see. You cooperated because your interests were aligned. But there must have been a reason why your partnership soured.
Gustavia:
...Sir Prosecutor, I am the victim of a poisoning. If you're going to suspect me in this manner... Perhaps I'd better return to the infirmary!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait a moment!
Gustavia:
In that case, you should end things soon. ...I am not a patient man.
Edgeworth:
...It seems he's trying to leave. I can't let that happen. He's still hiding something. Next, I should ask him about his true goal. I need to keep the pressure on him, while being cautious of the time!
Did you want to appear on Piece of Cake?
Edgeworth:
Did you want to appear on Mr. Master's TV show?
Gustavia:
Nnph... I believe it was called "Shake and Bake", was it not?
Edgeworth:
(...I'm pretty sure it's called "Piece of Cake"...)
Gustavia:
Would you really want to see me dance about while I make desserts?
Edgeworth:
No... That probably wouldn't be too popular with the kids either.
Gustavia:
Nnph...! Exactly. I know my limitations! I have no interest in that kind of theatrical tomfoolery! Sir Prosecutor... You should think about who you're talking to before asking questions!
Edgeworth:
Gah... I understand. (I should refrain from making unnecessary statements.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Did you have another goal besides the title?
Leads to:
"Didn't you have another goal besides the title?"
Edgeworth:
Didn't you have another goal besides the title? The title alone doesn't seem to have much value.
Gustavia:
Nnnnpphh...! How dare the likes of you insult the title of a confectionery artist! My only goal was the "title" itself! I had no interest in anything else! My dream was to become the world's greatest pastry chef!
It would be impossible with your skills.
Edgeworth:
I will reveal all your lies for what they are.
Gustavia:
...... Nnph... is that all? You bore me with your empty threats, Sir Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... I need to be careful not to make careless statements.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Gustavia:
18 years ago, I was lacking in design sense. However, things are different now!
Edgeworth:
Oh? Are you saying you have improved at your craft?
Gustavia:
Exactly! For I have trained at the Republic of Zheng Fa!
I fail to see the results of your training.
Edgeworth:
I will reveal all your lies for what they are.
Gustavia:
...... Nnph... is that all? You bore me with your empty threats, Sir Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... I need to be careful not to make careless statements.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Gustavia:
Yes, yes. At the time, I also studied Mr. Master's works. I would often watch his show with my son.
Edgeworth:
So, you were studying Mr. Master's work to improve your own skills. If you had his recipes, perhaps it would've been easier for you to become the world's greatest.
Gustavia:
Nnph... Perhaps. To a pastry chef, Sir Master's recipes were worth their weight in gold... ......
You were interested in his recipes.
Leads to:
"Heh... If becoming the world's greatest pastry chef was your goal..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Heh... If becoming the world's greatest pastry chef was your goal... ...you should have also been interested in the grand prize, the Angel's Recipe.
1 PIECE BROKEN
Gustavia:
Nnnnnngghh! The recipes of the world's greatest pastry chef... I would be lying if I said that I wasn't interested...! However... I wouldn't think that simply being interested would be a problem!
Edgeworth:
...I wonder about that. (The Angel's Recipe's true nature was not for making desserts, but cures. And all of the contest participants should have been aware of that...)
Gustavia:
...Nnggrrrrrr...
Edgeworth:
Looks like I'm getting close. He isn't meditating any more. Now to slowly but surely drive him into a corner. Next, I'll ask what he planned to use the recipe book for!
Did you know the recipe book's value?
Edgeworth:
The Angel's Recipe... Did you know its true value?
Gustavia:
Silly question! It contained Sir Master's best dessert recipes... Any pastry chef worth their salt would want it!
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
It seems I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. ...Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Looks like that clue will come in handy."
Did you intend to make desserts with it?
Edgeworth:
Do you intend to win the Angel's Recipe and use it to make desserts?
Gustavia:
Of course. If I obtained the Angel's Recipe, I was going to use it in my training!
Edgeworth:
I hear the Angel's Recipe was worth a lot of money.
Gustavia:
Nnph..... I don't know the exact details, but... ...that recipe book was much too valuable to be sold. ......
You seem to know a lot about the book.
Leads to:
"You seem to know quite a lot about the Angel's Recipe."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You seem to know quite a lot about the Angel's Recipe.
Gustavia:
Nnph... It was explained to all the contest participants at the beginning of the contest.
Edgeworth:
Heh... In that case, you must know about the recipe's true nature. That it was not a recipe book for desserts at all!
Gustavia:
Nnnnnngghh! Impressive, Sir Prosecutor... So you know the true nature of the Angel's Recipe. The Angel's Recipe... Some have called it the "Ultimate Recipe Book." It contained formulas for new medicines that were not yet on the market!
Edgeworth:
He knew the recipes were actually formulas for new medicines. This could be a useful clue.
Leads back to first
Did you intend to make desserts with it? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Looks like that clue will come in handy.
You know what the recipes actually are!
Leads to:
"You may have studied design in Zheng Fa..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You may have studied design in Zheng Fa... ...however, your skills in lying could use more work. You just said earlier... that the Angel's Recipe contained formulas for medicines!
Gustavia:
Nn... Nnnnnnnngghhh!
Edgeworth:
You weren't interested in desserts. You wanted the medicine formulas!
Gustavia:
......
You wanted to become a pharmacist!
Edgeworth:
I will reveal all your lies for what they are.
Gustavia:
...... Nnph... is that all? You bore me with your empty threats, Sir Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... I need to be careful not to make careless statements.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Did you need a new medicine?
Leads to:
"Now, why would a pastry chef such as yourself be so interested in medicine...?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Now, why would a pastry chef such as yourself be so interested in medicine...? Perhaps what you were really after was the information about the new medicine?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Gustavia:
Nnghhoooh! Nngh... I've underestimated you, Sir Prosecutor... Yes... my goal was more than just the title of the World's Greatest Pastry Chef! At the time, my son was ill... I needed the recipe for the medicine!
Edgeworth:
Your son was ill...? Tell me more about that.
Gustavia:
.....To protect my son's honor, I can say no more.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. Judging by the worried look on his face, I must have struck a nerve.) Next, I need him to tell me more about his son's illness. This is it! This will be my final move of the game!
What was the name of the illness?
Edgeworth:
What was the name of your son's illness?
Gustavia:
Nnph... Sir Prosecutor. How insensitive of you! My son was seriously ill! I will not be discussing this with likes of you!
Before obtaining clue from "What was your son like?"
Edgeworth:
It seems I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. ...Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue from "What was your son like?"
Leads to:
"Looks like that clue will come in handy."
Edgeworth:
Looks like that clue will come in handy.
But the illness wasn't life-threatening!
Leads to:
"You told me your son's illness was not life-threatening."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You told me your son's illness was not life-threatening. Is there really a need to be so secretive about it?
Gustavia:
...... It was enough to keep him from living a normal life...
Edgeworth:
That... must have been difficult for your son.
Gustavia:
I tried everything I could to cure his illness... It wasn't fair for the poor boy. He could never taste the desserts he loved so much... ......
Was it a taste disorder?
Leads to:
"The Angel's Recipe contains a cure for a certain illness."
Was he too fat?
Edgeworth:
I will reveal all your lies for what they are.
Gustavia:
...... Nnph... is that all? You bore me with your empty threats, Sir Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... I need to be careful not to make careless statements.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
The Angel's Recipe contains a cure for a certain illness. A remedy that could also cure Mr. Master's "taste disorder."
Gustavia:
! What...! He had it too!?
Edgeworth:
He had it "too"... I see... So your son suffers from a taste disorder?
Gustavia:
Nnghoo! I didn't think you'd figure it out so quickly!
Edgeworth:
In order to cure your son's taste disorder, you needed the recipe book... Wasn't that your true goal?
Gustavia:
...... Nnph. It is as you say.
Edgeworth:
Based on how he's acted up until now, it appears he is still hiding something.
Before obtaining clue from "Did the recipe book have the only cure?"
Edgeworth:
It seems I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. ...Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue from "Did the recipe book have the only cure?"
Leads to:
"Looks like that clue will come in handy."
What was your son like?
Edgeworth:
What kind of person was your son?
Gustavia:
Ah! My boy! He loved the desserts I made!
Edgeworth:
Did you enter the contest solely for your son?
Gustavia:
Sir Prosecutor, you could never understand! The feelings a father has for his son! I wanted nothing more than to cure my boy's illness!
I doubt that.
Edgeworth:
I will reveal all your lies for what they are.
Gustavia:
...... Nnph... is that all? You bore me with your empty threats, Sir Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... I need to be careful not to make careless statements.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Gustavia:
Until the semifinals, my son would always drop by the contest venue to play.
Edgeworth:
Is that so? Wouldn't he get in your way? I doubt you had time to care for your son while you were challenging Mr. Master!
Gustavia:
...That may be so... but I wanted to grant my son's wish. He said he always wanted to be the first to eat my desserts...
Your son sounds pretty healthy to me.
Leads to:
"About your son..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
About your son... If he was so sick, wouldn't it be difficult for him to come and play with you?
Gustavia:
Nnph...! My son's illness... it wasn't life-threatening...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... That might serve as a clue.)
Leads back to first
What was your son like? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Did the recipe book have the only cure?
Edgeworth:
Did the Angel's Recipe have the only cure?
Gustavia:
...Yes. Though the medicine is being sold everywhere now. At the time, the recipe book was my one and only option. That's why I continued making my desserts, without joining the others for tea time.
Edgeworth:
So you weren't interested in what Mr. Master was making? You sure seemed confident in your chances of winning.
Gustavia:
.....I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the other contestants' desserts...
You had interest in Mr. Master's works!
Leads to:
"You just said earlier that you studied Mr. Master's works."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
You just said earlier that you studied Mr. Master's works. In addition, if your goal was to win the contest in order to get the medicine formula... ...you must have been curious about the other contestants' entries as well!
Gustavia:
...Nn... Nmmph. There was time to sample the other desserts during the contest, but... ...none of their entries... had any flavor, so I didn't want to eat any of it. I suspect... I may have been a bit nervous as well.
Edgeworth:
(So everything he ate tasted flavorless... This could be a useful clue.)
Leads back to first
Did the recipe book have the only cure? (after clearing this option)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Looks like that clue will come in handy.
Didn't you also have the illness?
Leads to:
"Being unable to taste anything, regardless of what you eat... Such a bitter illness."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Being unable to taste anything, regardless of what you eat... Such a bitter illness. That reminds me... didn't you say something similar earlier? "None of their entries had any flavor, so I didn't feel like eating any of it", wasn't it? Perhaps, your son wasn't the only one who suffered from a taste disorder.
Gustavia:
!
Edgeworth:
It's hard to imagine being a successful pastry chef without a sense of taste. Perhaps what you really wanted was to cure yourself?
Gustavia:
Nnngghh... That's completely ludicrous... 18 years ago, I made those desserts all by myself...!
You must have worked hard then!
Edgeworth:
I will reveal all your lies for what they are.
Gustavia:
...... Nnph... is that all? You bore me with your empty threats, Sir Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(Gah... I need to be careful not to make careless statements.) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Didn't you collaborate with Mr. Dover!?
Leads to:
"Heh... it sees you've caught yourself in a contradiction."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
.......
Gustavia:
Nnph... my condition may be worsening. I should get back to the infirmary.
Edgeworth:
W... Wait! (I was too passive there...) I must read my opponent's reactions and emotions, and strike with the right words!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Heh... it sees you've caught yourself in a contradiction. Didn't you cooperate with Isaac Dover in the contest!? You can hardly say you made the desserts "all by yourself"!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Gustavia:
Nngh... NNGUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!
Edgeworth:
You must take great pride in your abilities as a pastry chef. But to betray your pride and cooperate with another contestant... ...you did it all to cure your own disease!
Gustavia:
...Well done, Sir Prosecutor. It's as you say... The one with the taste disorder is not my son... ...It is I. No one knew... I've kept it a secret for 18 years...!
Edgeworth:
It doesn't matter how long a secret is kept. If you lie before me, I will expose it. Dane Gustavia and Isaac Dover were both trying to obtain the recipes for the new medicines. Gustavia to cure his condition, and Dover most likely to sell the recipe book for money... For this reason, they entered the contest as a collaborative effort. And with that... Checkmate.
Logic Chess Complete
Gustavia:
Nnnnnnnnngh...! I have never told this to anyone... Well done. As you say, I developed a taste disorder 18 years ago.
Kay:
Taste disorder...?
Gustavia:
It was a severe disorder. I was unable to discern any flavor at all... It's the one illness a pastry chef dreads above all.
Edgeworth:
Those symptoms sound a bit different from Mr. Master's taste disorder...
Ray:
Mr. Master's condition is known as "hypoguesia." It simply causes a decreased sensitivity to certain specific flavors.
Gustavia:
I'm sure it has caused Sir Master much pain too. After all, no medication was available to cure it 18 years ago.
Edgeworth:
In order to cure your taste disorder, you would need Mr. Master's Angel's Recipe... ...and that's why you entered the contest, am I correct?
Gustavia:
That was one of my goals, but I still had my sights set on the title of World's Greatest. When it comes to making desserts, I won't lose to anyone! Even without the ability to taste, I still have the utmost confidence in my flavors!
Edgeworth:
Oh? So, I presume you also prepared your dessert in the finals with the intent to win?
Gustavia:
Nnph... That goes without saying.
Edgeworth:
(According to what Mr. Shields told us earlier, the evaluation of Mr. Gustavia's entry was...)
Master:
Up until the semifinals, Mr. Gustavia's flavors and design were to my liking... Unfortunately, both the taste and appearance of his finals entry left much to be desired.
Edgeworth:
It seems the dessert you made for the finals was not rated highly in regards to flavor.
Gustavia:
Nmmmph..............
Edgeworth:
Mr. Gustavia! You will tell us about how you made your dessert during the finals.
Gustavia:
...Very well...! It seems I must teach you upstarts a lesson!
-- Dessert for the Finals --
Gustavia:
Sir Dover and I cooperated until the finals. I handled the flavor, he was in charge of the design.
However, for the finals, I wanted to challenge Sir Master with my own skills.
I helped Sir Dover make his entry, but I made mine completely on my own.
If the flavor of my entry wasn't good enough, my own lack of training was to blame.
Gustavia:
How about that, Sir Prosecutor. This is the truth of 18 years ago!
Edgeworth:
Ngh... I can't find any contradictions in his testimony...!
Ray:
Well, of course he isn't going to fess up that easily. This gun's been on the run for 18 years, after all. Guess we'll just have to keep on pressing him until he breaks, eh?
Edgeworth:
...Yes.
Rebuttal
-- Dessert for the Finals --
Gustavia:
Sir Dover and I cooperated until the finals. I handled the flavor, he was in charge of the design.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So Mr. Dover took care of the design, while you handled the flavor...
Gustavia:
Sir Dover was a sculptor by tade. His sense of design was splendid. But he was just an amateur chef. We combined out strengths by working together.
Ray:
He he heh. You never did have much design sense, did you, Mr. Gustavia?
Gustavia:
Nnph.....! ...What do you think of this?
Edgeworth:
Hm... That's the symbol of Zheng Fa...!
Kay:
Wow! A phoenix! That is really good!
Ray:
Woah! You really improved these past 18 years!
Gustavia:
Nwahahahahahaha! Behold the fruits of my 18 years of training! I've put my life and limb on the line for my dessert skills! It's true that I cooperated with Sir Dover 18 years ago, up until the finals...
Gustavia:
However, for the finals, I wanted to challenge Sir Master with my own skills.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you were really serious about the title of World's Greatest Pastry Chef?
Gustavia:
Yes. Confectionery is my life... Naturally, I wanted to be the World's Greatest. ...But back then I was still inexperienced, and I was no match for the better chef.
Edgeworth:
But your goal was also to obtain the Angel's Recipe, right? Wouldn't the recipe book be worth more to you than the title?
Gustavia:
Nmph.........
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
I will not stand by and watch badger a convalescent man like this... My gavel shall protect you, Mr. Gustavia.
Edgeworth:
Gah... I realize he's still recuperating, but...!
Courtney:
Mr. Gustavia, do not yield to this devilish prosecutor! Now then, please continue with your testimony.
Gustavia:
I helped Sir Dover make his entry, but I made mine completely on my own.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you helped Mr. Dover with his dessert, but made yours all by yourself...? No matter how you look at it, this seems odd. Why didn't Mr. Dover assist you?
Gustavia:
It matters not how it seems, it's the truth. I do not know what Sir Dover was thinking.
Ray:
It's hard to prove if someone is lying about something that happened 18 years ago. Hey, Kay, does your secret weapon also work as a lie detector?
Kay:
If it did, I'd have already stolen Mr. Edgeworth's spotlight!
Edgeworth:
...There's no need for that, I will expose this man's lies myself. Dane Gustavia. Please continue with your testimony.
Gustavia:
If the flavor of my entry wasn't good enough, my own lack of training was to blame.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Up until the finals, I heard that you received high praise for the flavor of your desserts. Was there some sort of accident during the finals?
Gustavia:
Nmph... Nothing of the sort. I simply... was unable to taste my work due to my taste disorder. My intuition must have been off. That's all.
Edgeworth:
Then, was your intuition fine while making Mr. Dover's entry? How could there be such a huge difference between the finals and the previous day?
Gustavia:
Nnngghh....................
Kay:
Hmmm... We're not getting anywhere at this rate.
Edgeworth:
(Should I change the topic...?)
Ask about the semifinals
Edgeworth:
So, you're sure there wasn't anything different between the semifinals and the finals?
Gustavia:
Yes... That's right...
Add statement:
"Aside from not cooperating with Sir Dover, the finals weren't much different from the semifinals."
Ask about Mr. Dover
Edgeworth:
You knew Mr. Dover before you entered the contest, right?
Gustavia:
Yes... I knew him well...
Add statement:
"Sir Dover's son and my own attended the same elementary school."
Don't change the topic
Edgeworth:
(I don't think there's any reason to change the topic.)
Gustavia:
Aside from not cooperating with Sir Dover, the finals weren't much different from the semifinals.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you were still able to make your desserts without Mr. Dover's assistance?
Gustavia:
I may have lacked design sense, but I was confident in the flavor. Apart from the design, there were no major differences between my finals and semifinals entries.
Ray:
Huh? That sure is strange. That's not how Uncle Ray remembers it. I'm pretty sure both the look and taste of your finals dessert scored poorly.
Kay:
Then, there's no way he would have won the contest.
Edgeworth:
(Even the flavor, which he was so confident about, failed to materialize during the finals. Something must have changed besides Mr. Dover's cooperation, but what...?)
Present Family Photo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"There was another difference between the semifinals and finals."
Gustavia:
Sir Dover's son and my own attended the same elementary school.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Then, it wasn't a coincidence that you both participated in the contest?
Gustavia:
I heard about the contest, so I made the suggestion to Sir Dover. He always wanted money for his sculpting business.
Edgeworth:
(If I recall... Mr. Dover was a greedy man who was always after more money.)
Kay:
Oooh, so the Angel's Recipe is really worth that much...?
Ray:
Kay, the recipe book was certainly valuable 18 years ago. But nowadays, most of the medicines it contains are availavle commercially.
Kay:
Awww... That's a shame.
Edgeworth:
(In the end, it seems that each of the contestants had the Angel's Recipe as their goal...)
Edgeworth:
(All those unanswered questions 18 years ago... I should already have the keys I need to unravel them. I must recall all the information that Mr. Shields... and my father gathered...!)
Edgeworth:
There was another difference between the semifinals and finals. This photo depicts your son... We know he came to visit you up until the finals.
Gustavia:
Nnph. That is correct... What does that have to do with anything?
Edgeworth:
Your son, who always came to see you through the semifinals, was not present for the finals. And then, it was only in the finals that your flavor judged poorly. I don't believe this to be a mere coincidence. Your son's visits must have been very important to you, were they not?
Gustavia:
...A father can work miracles when his son is watching. With my son cheering me on, I was able to make the most delicious desserts.
Kay:
Mr. Gustavia sure sounds like a good father, doesn't he...?
Edgeworth:
If what he's saying is the whole truth, one could say so... ...but just hearing his son's cheers wouldn't be enough to change the taste of his desserts. (...A confectioner, confident in his sense of taste, develops a taste disorder. It would have been difficult for him to maintain the taste of his desserts.) Your son came to cheer you on. ...Was that really all he did?
Gustavia:
...You seem very doubtful, Sir Prosecutor. In that case, I'll turn this around and ask you! What else could my elementary school son have done, besides cheer me on?
He tasted your desserts
Leads to:
"I'm sure your elementary school son would have remembered the taste of your desserts."
He stole desserts from others
Edgeworth:
Your son stole desserts from the other contestants!
Gustavia:
You think my son would stoop as low as Lady Delicia? I see no merit in such despicable tactics!
Edgeworth:
(Mmph... That's true...)
Gustavia:
I'll ask you once more.
Leads back to:
"What else could my elementary school son have done, besides cheer me on?"
He made your desserts for you
Edgeworth:
Did your son make your desserts for you?
Gustavia:
...My son is no pastry chef. Of course not... He hasn't even been taught Home Economics!
Edgeworth:
(I guess it'd be impossible...)
Gustavia:
I'll ask you once more.
Leads back to:
"What else could my elementary school son have done, besides cheer me on?"
Edgeworth:
I'm sure your elementary school son would have remembered the taste of your desserts.
Gustavia:
Of course! My son always loved my desserts.
Edgeworth:
In that case, he would have been able to taste test your desserts in your place.
Gustavia:
Nngh... Wh-What did you say...?
Edgeworth:
Earlier, you told us that you have a taste disorder...
Gustavia:
Nnnnnnnnngh...! I've never told this to anyone... Well done. As you say, I developed a taste disorder 18 years ago.
Edgeworth:
No one else knew about your taste disorder. If Mr. Dover had found out, he would have ended your partnership. After all, you were in charge of the flavor.
Gustavia:
.........................................
Edgeworth:
Your son didn't just cheer you on! He also helped you determine if your desserts tasted correct!
Gustavia:
Nngh... Nnguoooooooh!
Ray:
Ah, I see... Mr. Dover's dessert was made the day before, so it still tasted good.
Gustavia:
Nwahahahaha!
Ray:
!
Edgeworth:
.....
Gustavia:
What are you saying is quite amusing, Sir Prosecutor! You say that my elementary school son assisted me as a taste tester!? ...You are insulting my pride.
Edgeworth:
Your pride...?
Gustavia:
It's true, I had no sense of design 18 years ago. However, I won't lose to anyone when it comes to flavor! You claim I would cast aside my pride and rely on my son...? Don't get carried away with your foolish conjecture... you upstart.
Edgeworth:
Ngh... In that case, I'm sure your son can confirm if my theory is mere conjecture!
Gustavia:
Nwahahaha! Unfortunately for you... I no longer have a son!
Edgeworth:
Wh... What!?
Gustavia:
After my taste disorder was cured, I went to train in Zheng Fa immediately. ...During that time, I severed all ties with my son!
Kay:
Whaaaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me...! You would even abandon your own son!?
Ray:
That's not all... Even today, the whereabouts of his son are still unknown. The police have been searching, but they haven't been able to find any traces of him.
Gustavia:
...You wish to confirm your theory? I welcome you to try. Nwahahahahaha! Desserts are the only things that are important to me! After regaining my sense of taste, my son no longer mattered!
Courtney:
...Order in the court. Mr. Gustavia's actions are certainly inhumane. However... we are not here to judge whether or not he is a good father. Prosecutor Edgeworth. I believe this is your loss.
Gustavia:
After all, there is no evidence left from 18 years ago that could prove your theories!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Is there nothing we can do! At this rate... we'll never find out the truth!
Edgeworth:
Hmm.....! (Detective Gumshoe... Where are those results...!?)
Gumshoe:
I wonder whose blood it could have been? I've asked forensics to look into it, sir!
Edgeworth:
Right. I leave it to you, Detective.
Edgeworth:
(I entrusted Detective Gumshoe with the last piece of evidence. If only I knew who that blood belonged to...!)
Ray:
Miles... there's still one thing that's bothering Uncle Ray. Was Mr. Gustavia's only reason for coming to the art gallery to check on the body?
Edgeworth:
..... If he only wanted to confirm the body's presence, he wouldn't have needed to open the case.
Ray:
That's right... Is there a way we can prove this?
Edgeworth:
There is one way. We just need that evidence from Detective Gumshoe...!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. What are you talking about?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Sorry to keep you waiting, siiir!
Courtney:
!
Edgeworth:
Heh... Just the person I was talking about. Detective Gumshoe. I trust you have the test results?
Gumshoe:
Of course, sir! I just got the report back from the lab!
Courtney:
Detective... Please be silent. So, this is the evidence that Prosecutor Edgeworth was talking about...
Debeste:
Huh? Hey, what's this...? This is the first I've heard of it!
Gumshoe:
Errrrm...
Edgeworth:
This was a request from me. I asked him to investigate a certain piece of evidence.
Debeste:
Why... Why is everyone always helping you out!? I'm the one in charge of the crime scene!
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Debeste. I apologize for taking matters into my own hands, but how about we hear his report first?
Debeste:
...Uh, sure...
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. What were the results?
Gumshoe:
Here's the report, sir! The traces of blood found in the Gemini Sculpture belong to... ...the victim of the poison gas, Dane Gustavia!
Gustavia:
...What are you saying?
Edgeworth:
...Good work, Detective Gumshoe. As I thought... my theory was correct.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! What do you mean?
Courtney:
We, too, would like an explanation. What on earth does this blood prove!?
Edgeworth:
This blood... is something the culprit of the IS-7 Incident tried to conceal.
Gustavia:
! I-It can't be... That's...!
Edgeworth:
...This blood was found inside the glass case of the Gemini Sculpture. In other words, your blood was found alongside Mr. Dover's body!
Gustavia:
Ngh... NGUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!
Courtney:
Overruled!
Courtney:
Wh... Why would Mr. Gustavia's blood be in a place like that!?
Gustavia:
........
Edgeworth:
If you intend to remain silent, then I'll reveal the truth myself. In the Gemini case, aside from the blood, we also found traces of salt and sugar.
Courtney:
Salt and blood...
Edgeworth:
And only one of Mr. Dover's sherbet desserts tasted salty.
Ray:
Come to think of it... I remember Ms. Delicious saying the same thing 18 years ago.
Delicia:
Oh yessie! His sherbet was most delicious!
Ray:
Really? I wish I could have eaten some too.
Delicia:
But there was one piece that was so salty I couldn't eat it.
Gregory:
Salty...?
Delicia:
It's right here in this photo. It was a part of that lyre.
Gregory:
That's the lyre from the Gemini constellation...
Edgeworth:
Exactly... For some reason, salt bad been mixed into the lyre. No other traces of salt were found in Dover's room.
Courtney:
In that case... Please explain. Where did the salt detected in the lyre come from?
Present Rock Salt Lamp
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is...! The rock salt lamp used as the murder weapon in the IS-7 Incident...?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This was the true nature of the salt!
Courtney:
...Presenting me with such absurd logic... You fill my eyes with salty tears!
Edgeworth:
(Mmph... I can almost feel the cold salty tears flowing down my cheeks as well...)
Courtney:
This time, give us an explanation we can understand.
Leads back to:
"Where did the salt detected in the lyre come from?"
Courtney:
This is...! The rock salt lamp used as the murder weapon in the IS-7 Incident...?
Edgeworth:
I believe part of this rock salt lamp was mixed in with the sherbet from the lyre. At the time of the murder, there were two rock salt lamps in Mr. Master's room. One of those lamps took Mr. Dover's life. We know that Mr. Dover's blood was left behind on the murderous lamp, however... ...there were no traces of anyone's blood found at the crime scene, Mr. Master's room.
Ray:
Because the killer disposed all of the desserts with traces of blood into the streams of water, right?
Edgeworth:
No other traces of salt were found in Mr. Dover's room.
Gustavia:
Nnngh.....!
Ray:
Speaking of which... Weren't the two rock salt lamps found in Ms. Delicious' room also broken?
Gregory:
It looks like both the lamps in the pillars are broken.
Badd:
Both of their light bulbs... are broken...
Ray:
Maybe they were dropped on the floor.
Ray:
We never did figure out why the other rock salt lamp was broken... Maybe Mr. Gustavia's blood was on the other lamp!
Gustavia:
Nnnnngghh...
Edgeworth:
If your blood was found on the lamps at the crime scene, you would have been suspected. As the culprit, you would have needed to conceal all traces of your blood from the police.
Courtney:
Don't tell me he concealed it in the sherbet lyre...?
Edgeworth:
...Exactly. The rock salt lamp and his blood were mixed into the sherbet lyre and hidden inside the glass case. Unlike the fountain's water, the sherbet desserts would not be analyzed right away. Perhaps he had planned to dispose of the sherbet when the opportunity presented itself?
Courtney:
Th-Then... the reason Mr. Gustavia came to this gallery...!
Edgeworth:
...18 years ago, the body and the evidence pointing to the killer were both stolen. Even the killer could not have anticipated that. There was no way of knowing when the body and the evidence would be discovered.
Ray:
So he planned to destroy the evidence before the Zodiac Art Gallery's grand opening.
Gustavia:
....................
Edgeworth:
Dane Gustavia... isn't it about time you confessed? You are the true culprit of the IS-7 Incident!
Gustavia:
Nn... Nnnngghh...
Kate:
Monsieur Gustavia...! You're the reason Monsieur Master is...!
Gustavia:
NWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Edgeworth:
.....
Ray:
Mr. Gustavia...
Gustavia:
Could it be...? After all this time my crime is finally brought to light! The prosecutors and defense attorneys 18 years ago never even came close. Bravo, bravo! Well done, Sir Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
...So you admit that you killed Mr. Dover?
Gustavia:
NWAHAHAHAHAHA! It is true. I killed Isaac Dover! But, he had only himself to blame...!
Edgeworth:
...What do you mean?
Gustavia:
Dover and I worked together in order to win the contest. No matter who won, we agreed that we'd share the Angel's Recipe. But, on the day of the finals, he stabbed me in the back!
Gustavia:
Sir Dover! This isn't what we agreed to!
Dover:
I'm sorry Gustavia. ...The deal is off.
Gustavia:
Wha...! But I made your desserts for you! I'm the reason you got this far!
Dover:
...And what of it? Can you prove that you assisted me in any way?
Gustavia:
Dover, you...! You were planning to betray me all along...!
Gustavia:
Because of Dover's treachery, I was forced to make my finals entry on my own. It's just as Sir Prosecutor said, my son assisted me every day until the finals.
Edgeworth:
What about your "pride" as a confectionery artist?
Gustavia:
A proud chef loses the ability to taste his own creations... That's a feeling an upstart like you would never understand! Mastering the art of dessert making is my reason for being! It is my one and only pride!
Edgeworth:
Committing murder for the sake of pride. That's another feeling I will never understand. To say nothing of abandoning your own son... such a thought disgusts me.
Gustavia:
...Before you judge me, first understand what happened 18 years ago. On the day of the finals, my son never came to assist me. Thinking back on it now, I suppose Dover had a hand in that as well.
Kay:
Huh...? What exactly happened to your son?
Gustavia:
I do not know. But it no longer matters. Ever since that day, my son meant nothing to me. From what I hear, he's still missing.
Kay:
Th... That's awful! Giving up on him like that...!
Edgeworth:
Without your son, you had no chance of winning... Correct?
Gustavia:
Yes. And since I was guaranteed to lose, I needed a fail-safe. During the afternoon tea time, I made my way to Sir Master's room... I just needed to take a photo of the cure to my taste disorder. It would have all worked out. ...If only Dover hadn't interfered!
Dover:
Ah, Gustavia... Trying to steal a picture of my prize are you? That hardly seems sporting...
Gustavia:
...Y-You!
Dover:
"Cure for taste disorders"...? Oho. You have... a taste disorder, don't you? Ah, this is rich! A pastry chef who can't taste!
Gustavia:
Dover! You...! Gaah...!
Dover:
Puny worm... You are in no position to oppose me.
Gustavia:
...Why you...!
Gustavia:
When I attempted to hit Dover, he struck me and sent me flying. I crashed into one of the rock salt lamps, and that was when my blood stained on it.
Kay:
So Mr. Dover wasn't the first one to be injured...
Gustavia:
To conceal my blood, I shaved away part of the rock salt lamp and mixed it into the sherbet. After that, it became a part of the lyre sculpture!
Ray:
So... that's how you tried to erase your traces from the crime scene!
Gustavia:
...Dover tried to blackmail me by using his knowledge of my taste disorder. If I didn't want it to become public, I was to pay him a large sum.
Edgeworth:
So... that's the reason why you killed Isaac Dover!?
Gustavia:
Nwahahaha! Exactly! What reason do I have to let those who obstruct me live? He was the one who drew first blood. I simply gave him his just desserts.
Edgeworth:
(So that was his motive...)
Gustavia:
I carried the rock salt lamp that bore my blood into Dover's room. Then I came up with a hiding place where it would not be easily found.
Ray:
...I get it. That room contained plenty of tools for sculpting sherbet.
Gustavia:
Your deduction was spot on, Sir Attorney. It was the ideal place to shave away the rock salt. I then proceeded to coat the surface of the sherbet lyre with vast amounts of the salty mixture.
Kate:
But why...? Why did you try to pin the crime on Monsieur Master!?
Hold it!
Gustavia:
You are wrong to blame me for that, Lady Katherine. If not for your unnecessary meddling, Sir Master would never have been a suspect.
Kate:
.....!
Gustavia:
Why do you think I hid the murder weapon and fluorescent cloth in Lady Delicia's room?
Edgeworth:
...There is only one reason why you'd place a murder weapon in someone else's room. You wanted to pin the crime on Delicia.
Delicia:
Eeeeeep! M-Me...?
Gustavia:
Yes... That is correct.
Delicia:
G-Gusty! Why... Why me?
Gustavia:
As one who sought to be the world's best confectioner, I greatly respected Sir Master. It was never my intention to cast suspicion on him. But, an insolent woman who dared to sully the contest with fake desserts... I had no problem letting someone like you take the blame for the crime!
Delicia:
Th-That's...! That makes me sad!
Gustavia:
If you hadn't snacked on other people's desserts, the body would never have been found. It was when Sir Master would be judging Lady Delicia's room... That's when I finally saw an opportunity to freeze the body, but... ...before I could move the body, Lady Katherine had already discovered it...!
Kate:
Why... did you need to freeze Monsieur Dover's body...?
Gustavia:
Why indeed...?
Kate:
Monsieur Edgeworth... Please tell us! Why would Monsieur Gustavia have needed to freeze the body?
To disguise it as an ice sculpture
Edgeworth:
Mr. Gustavia froze the body in order to disguise it as an ice sculpture.
Kate:
Huh...? R-Really...?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Ms. Hall looks like she's frozen solid!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I'm sorry. (It seems I was mistaken...)
Kate:
Monsieur Edgeworth... Please tell us the truth this time!
Leads back to:
"Why would Monsieur Gustavia have needed to freeze the body?"
To throw off the time of death
Leads to:
"...Mr. Gustavia intended to freeze the body in order to throw off the time of death."
To create a fake crime scene
Edgeworth:
The reason Mr. Gustavia froze the body... It was probably to create a fake crime scene.
Kate:
Err... Fake crime scene?
Courtney:
.........
Kay:
Judge Courtney's icy glare is so cold, I feel like I'm about to freeze!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... It seems I was mistaken...)
Kate:
Monsieur Edgeworth... Please tell us the truth this time!
Leads back to:
"Why would Monsieur Gustavia have needed to freeze the body?"
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Gustavia intended to freeze the body in order to throw off the time of death. If the time of death had coincided with the tea party, Mr. Gustavia would have been suspected.
Gustavia:
NWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That is correct. Preparations were necessary to freeze the body. While I was preparing in Dover's room... ...I placed the body in the treasure chest in Sir Master's room. I could think of no better hiding place at the time... ...but thanks to that gluttonous pharmacist, the lid of the chest broke!
Kay:
But why did you disguise him as an ice sculpture?
Edgeworth:
Once the body was discovered, there would be no time to throw off the time of death. To buy time, you needed to hide it some place else.
Kate:
How horrid...! How could you hide Monsieur Dover's body within one of his own works!?
Gustavia:
It all would have worked out if the body hadn't been discovered while it was in Sir Master's room. If everything had gone according to plan, Sir Master would have been arrested.
Kate:
So... because I... discovered the body...? It's my fault Monsieur Master was...!
Ray:
Kate... don't take his words to heart. Even if suspicion hadn't fallen on Mr. Master, Ms. Delicious would have taken the fail. No matter who he targeted, the one at fault here... is Mr. Gustavia himself.
Gustavia:
...The detective in charge of the initial investigation was also a dunce. To think that he never reported the missing body to the prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Prosecutor von Karma indicted Mr. Master without knowing the body had vanished...?
Ray:
I see. That would explain why he looked so flustered at the crime scene. Although... It's something that would stand out if you read the official documents.
Edgeworth:
(Could someone have intentionally distorted the information...?) At any rate, Von Karma found out about the missing body after he had made his indictment. And if he had let one person be acquitted, he'd have a stain on his much-prided perfect record. That's why he concealed the fact that the body was hidden, and had Mr. Master declared guilty...!
Courtney:
Wh-What are you saying...!?
Kay:
For 18 years, that man has taken the blame for your crimes... Don't you feel anything at all?
Gustavia:
Nwahahah... I don't care what you say.
Gumshoe:
What a monster! I'm arresting him right here, right now, sir!
Courtney:
...I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that will be impossible.
Edgeworth:
.....!
Gustavia:
NWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So, you've figured it out! That's right... You have no right to sentence me!
Kay:
W... WHAT!? But the culprit is standing right in front of us!
Gustavia:
NWAHAHAHAHA! Allow me to tell you the reason why you can't arrest me!
-- Why You Can't Arrest Me --
Gustavia:
It has been 18 years since I murdered Dover.
The statute of limitations for murder in this country is 15 years, is it not?
In other words, it's impossible for you to arrest me!
I only confessed my crime because the statute of limitations had expired!
Kay:
The statue of limitations for murder... is 15 years...! Mr. Edgeworth... Is there nothing we can do?
Edgeworth:
...Ngh...! As long as the statute of limitations remains, arresting him is impossible...!
Kay:
No way...!
Courtney:
...My sincerest apologies, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Neither Mr. Gustavia's testimony nor your logic... can be taken as official legal proof. The verdict of the trial 18 years ago cannot be overturned.
Edgeworth:
Wha...! What about the fact that Mr. Dover's body was hidden? Even if we can't arrest Mr. Gustavia, this should at least earn Mr. Master a retrial!
Courtney:
Really? I wonder about that. Overturning a verdict of the Goddess of Law... is much harder than you think.
Edgeworth:
(Is the P.I.C. trying to justify the verdict from 18 years ago...!?)
Gustavia:
Nwahahahahahahaha! How unfortunate, Sir Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
(...Is there nothing I can do!? Is there no way to continue pursuing Mr. Gustavia!?)
Rebuttal
-- Why You Can't Arrest Me --
Gustavia:
It has been 18 years since I murdered Dover.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
No matter how many years have passed, your sin will never fade!
Gustavia:
Sir Prosecutor, I'm sure you must have realized by now... ...there's no way you can arrest me!
Gumshoe:
Arresting you would be a piece of cake for someone like Mr. Edgeworth! Isn't that right. sir!?
Edgeworth:
Uh... Hmm... I don't think it will be that simple.
Gustavia:
Nwahahahahaha! It's impossible for you to arrest me!
Gustavia:
Afterwards, I trained in Zheng Fa to become the world's best confectioner.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You trained in Zheng Fa...?
Gustavia:
After the incident 18 years ago, I left on a journey. I already decided to hone my candy crafting skills in Zheng Fa. Thanks to that... My design sense is incomparable to what it was in the past!
Debeste:
Woooooah! That's awesome!
Gustavia:
...You may have it, if you'd like.
Debeste:
Oh! Sweet!
Edgeworth:
(So, he trained in Zheng Fa...?)
Present Statute of Limitations
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"One of the conditions regarding the statute of limitations for murder is as follows:"
Gustavia:
I did not witness the Sir Master's final trial.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you weren't called as a witness by Prosecutor von Karma or my father?
Gustavia:
I had more important things to do than attend the trial. I was much too busy trying to master the art of desserts.
Ray:
Your old man did try to find him, but could never get hold of a contact address.
Edgeworth:
(...So he took the initiative, and left before he could be summoned to court.)
Gustavia:
The statute of limitations for murder in this country is 15 years, is it not?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It's possible that some of your actions 18 years ago were not affected by the statute!
Gustavia:
Nwahaha... It's been so long, I've got nothing left to hide. Ask me anything you'd like.
Edgeworth:
...Very well. Could you explain to me what you did during these past 18 years?
Gustavia:
Certainly. After the contest, the medicine from the recipe book allowed me to fully cure my taste disorder. I then immediately headed to Zheng Fa, to train my design skills.
Ray:
So he wasn't seen ever since that case because he was in a foreign country...
Gustavia:
Indeed. And I'm certain that I went abroad to train... ...about one year after that case... Right before Sir Master's final trial began. And thanks to my training, I am now a confectioner unparalleled in both taste and design!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You should not be proud of a position earned through the sacrifices of others.
Gustavia:
Nwahahahahahahaha! You can't bake a cake without breaking a few eggs. Sacrifices were necessary for my goal!
Kay:
That's horrible...
Gustavia:
Say what you will! The fact still remains that you cannot arrest me!
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...! I have to get more information out of Mr. Gustavia. Was there anything of note in his recent testimony?)
His training in Zheng Fa
Edgeworth:
Could you please add the details about your training in Zheng Fa to your testimony?
Gustavia:
Certainly.
Add statement:
"Afterwards, I trained in Zheng Fa to become the world's best confectioner."
Mr. Master's final trial
Edgeworth:
Could you please add the details about Mr. Master's final trial to your testimony?
Gustavia:
Certainly.
Add statement:
"I did not witness the Sir Master's final trial."
Nothing seems important
Edgeworth:
(...Nothing seems particularly important. I'll think about this a little more.)
Gustavia:
In other words, it's impossible for you to arrest me!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It's... too early to say for sure that it's impossible!
Hold it!
Gustavia:
Just give up, Sir Prosecutor. Just like your father before you, you cannot catch me!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! (It was because of Von Karma's interference that my father couldn't find the truth. And now, I'm about to lose the truth due to the statute of limitations...!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! We can't give up now! Your father's last case... We have to see it through the end!
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Kay:
We can't let the culprit steal the truth! That's our job, as Great Thieves!
Edgeworth:
I am not a Great Thief... But, it is as you say. Dane Gustavia... I won't let you escape!
Gustavia:
Nwahahahahahahaha! By all means, do try your best!
Gustavia:
I only confessed my crime because the statute of limitations had expired!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you confessed because you knew that the statute of limitations had already expired.
Gustavia:
Nwahahahaha! Of course! Who would confess otherwise!? Well... I would have preferred to carry the truth of Dover's murder to my grave.
Edgeworth:
...Why is that?
Gustavia:
I am now the World's Best Confectioner...! I wouldn't want to have such a trifling matter affect my path as an artisan of desserts.
Ray:
So you let Mr. Master take the fall, while you protected your own position. ...You alone, I cannot forgive...!
Gustavia:
My path is for me to decide. I don't need your forgiveness!
Ray:
Miles. It's been a long time... Since your Uncle Ray's been this angry.
Edgeworth:
...I feel the same way. I cannot allow this man to go unchecked...!
Edgeworth:
...I can see how he was able to escape justice for 18 years.
Kay:
Isn't there some way we can catch him!?
Ray:
Mr. Gustavia is an amateur at law, after all. He's no match for a real ace attorney. ...I'm sure there's some flaw in his plan that we can exploit.
Edgeworth:
(...An amateur at law, huh...)
Edgeworth:
One of the conditions regarding the statute of limitations for murder is as follows: "If the suspect flees to a foreign country, the time limit is on hold until the suspect returns." So the statute of limitations was suspended while you were overseas!
Gustavia:
......
Kay:
That's right! The statute of limitations stopped while you were training in Zheng Fa!
Courtney:
Indeed... it is possible that the statute of limitations has not expired yet. Mr. Gustavia. Please tell us how long you stayed in Zheng Fa.
Gustavia:
Nn... Nnph... It would be... exactly 3 years.
Ray:
3 years! Wait... L-Let's calmly think this over. The case occurred 18 years ago... The statute of limitations is 15 years, and he was away for 3.
Kay:
15 plus 3 is... exactly 18 years! I-I'm sure of it! Mr. Edgeworth, we did it! The statute of limitations hasn't expired yet!
Gustavia:
Nnn... Nnnph... Nnnnnnngghh! Nmmmmmmmmmm... Nwahahahahahahaha! Exactly 18 years, you say! How amusing!
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... So, he realized...!)
Kay:
Wh-Why are you laughing!? The statute of limitations still applies!
Ray:
Kay... it's frustrating, but... ...the case occurred in December. It's April now, which means... ...strictly speaking, the case occurred 18 years and 4 months ago. His stay abroad wasn't quite enough... We were just a few months short...!
Kay:
Not enough...! That's... That's...!
Gustavia:
Like I said! It's impossible for you to arrest me! Nwahahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
(He must have known all about this when he confessed to his crime...)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. It really is a shame. If it was just one year earlier... The statute of limitations would not have run out.
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Courtney:
Those who undermine the Goddess of Law's verdict must bear the burden of their crimes. It seems you were simply incapable.
Edgeworth:
Ngh... NNGHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH! (This... can't be the end...!)
Kate:
So... Monsieur Gustavia really is beyond the law's reach.
Ray:
Kate... What are you thinking?
Kate:
..........
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
If you're thinking of taking matters into your own hands, I implore you to reconsider. There still... might be a way to bring this man to justice.
Kate:
What...?
Ray:
...Miles. Remember the facts of the case 18 years ago. Just as you were mistaken earlier, it seems Mr. Gustavia has also overlooked one key detail.
Edgeworth:
Overlooked...?
Ray:
He wasn't present during Mr. Master's final trial. So he doesn't know the outcome of the trial. ...There may yet be a way for you to arrest him. Miles, look over that book on statute of limitations again. 17 years ago, Master was falsely declared guilty for a serious crime. Thanks to that verdict... we aren't out of ammunition just yet.
Edgeworth:
! Mr. Shields, you don't mean...!
Ray:
"Those who undermine the Goddess of Law's verdict must bear the burden of their crimes." I am Mr. Master's attorney. I can't use his suffering as a weapon in good conscience. For that reason... I leave the rest up to you.
Edgeworth:
......... (The trial my father and Von Karma battled over, can I use that to arrest Mr. Gustavia!? What should I do... Should I raise an objection?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"(My father and Von Karma. Their paths diverged. One revealed the truth, the other concealed it...)"
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(If I don't object here... Mr. Gustavia will never be brought to justice for his crimes. And I'll lose my chance to save Mr. Master forever. Is that truly the path I believe in?)
Leads to:
"(My father and Von Karma. Their paths diverged. One revealed the truth, the other concealed it...)"
Edgeworth:
(My father and Von Karma. Their paths diverged. One revealed the truth, the other concealed it... The path that I choose is... the one that reveals the truth!)
Courtney:
I see no further reason to prolong this trial. I hereby find Dane Gustavia "Not Guilty".
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
"Overruled"! Gustavia... will stand in court for his crimes!
Courtney:
...Do you mean to say you have found a way to arrest Mr. Gustavia?
Edgeworth:
...Exactly. (I'll show Judge Courtney the evidence that will shatter the statute of limitations!)
Present IS-7 Incident File
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The IS-7 case file. Which page are you referring to?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I submit this evidence to the court!
Courtney:
...I find it hard to ascertain its relevance. Therefore, I cannot accept it.
Edgeworth:
Wha!
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, I can see where your feelings are coming from, however... ...to see you struggle so intensely, it seems you don't know when to give up.
Edgeworth:
(I will never give up! The fate of this case rests in my hands. Jeffery Master's trial went on for one year. A year long trial where the truth was fabricated... There must be one more exception to the statute of limitations I can use!)
Leads back to:
"(I'll show Judge Courtney the evidence that will shatter the statute of limitations!)"
Courtney:
The IS-7 case file. Which page are you referring to?
"Case Summary"
Edgeworth:
The "Case Summary" page.
Courtney:
I'm sure we already know the full details of the case. There's nothing there that could affect the statute of limitations.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...! To come so far, only to fail here... I'll use that one false "fact" to bring the real "truth" to light!)
Leads back to:
"The IS-7 case file. Which page are you referring to?"
"Victim Data"
Edgeworth:
The "Victim Data" page.
Courtney:
What about Isaac Dover could possibly be of use to us now? ...If you're going to make careless claims like that, perhaps you should give up.
Edgeworth:
(Making such a mistake at the very end... I have to think this over...! Everything rests on my next move!)
Leads back to:
"The IS-7 case file. Which page are you referring to?"
"Suspect Data"
Leads to:
"The "Suspect Data" page."
Edgeworth:
The "Suspect Data" page. At the trial, Jeffery Master was found guilty of being an "accomplice" to murder... And it took 1 year to arrive at this verdict.
Courtney:
Right... that is indeed true.
Edgeworth:
This book lists conditions in which the statute of limitations can be put on hold. The first, as I have said earlier, is "if the suspect flees to a foreign country..." But there's one more... "If possible accomplices are on trial, the countdown is stopped until the verdict is reached."
Gustavia:
Wh... What are you saying!? Sir Master was found to be an accomplice...?
Ray:
That's right. Mr. Master was sentenced after you had left for your trip to Zheng Fa. And he was found guilty not of being the culprit, but of being an accomplice. ...But it seems you didn't know that.
Gustavia:
Th... That's absurd! Sir Master never committed any crime to begin with! You should certainly know this!
Edgeworth:
Of course we do. That is why we are going to free him. To that end, we will shatter the one remaining obstacle in our way... The statute of limitations!! You fled to Zheng Fa for 3 years... And Jeffery Master was being tried as an accomplice for 1 year. Put it all together, we see that the total time limit for this case is 19 years. In other words... ...the statute of limitations is not over for you yet!
Gustavia:
GNNGGHHAAAAAAAAAAHH!
Courtney:
The Goddess of Law is unerring in her judgments. However... it seems that the prosecutor at the time was not. I cannot believe it, but it seems like the case will have to be reopened...
Gustavia:
This... is absurd...! ...You cannot arrest me...!
Ray:
Objection!
Ray:
For the last 18 years... an innocent man has suffered greatly in your stead. Mr. Gustavia. It's now time for you to atone for your crimes!
Gustavia:
Nnghhooooh! I had finally... earned my place as the greatest confectioner in the world... To achieve that goal... I cast everything aside, even my own son...!
Edgeworth:
...What a shame. You can't run from your crimes any longer!
Gustavia:
Nnph............................. Nngh... Nnghhoooooo NWAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAaaaAAAAAaaaAAAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAAaaAAAAAAaaAAAAAAaaAAAAAAAaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHhh
Gumshoe:
Dane Gustavia has been taken into custody, sir!
Debeste:
Umm... yeah. So, you're up next, right...?
Kate:
Yes... I understand.
Ray:
...Kate...
Kate:
Everyone... I am truly sorry for all the trouble I've caused. And... thank you very much for catching Monsieur Gustavia.
Edgeworth:
...What you did can not be overlooked. Even if the crimes you committed were in response to a past injustice. ...As a prosecutor, I am terribly sorry for what happened.
Kate:
No... I'm only getting what I deserve. Since I was the cause of all this...
Ray:
Kate, will you have me as your attorney? I'm not quite the same useless kid I was 18 years ago. I won't let them find you guilty.
Kate:
Oh, Monsieur Shields...! Yes...! Thank you so much!
Gumshoe:
...Sorry to interrupt... but it's time to go.
Kate:
...Yes, alright.
Edgeworth:
...Judge Courtney. I can't help but feel that you've been dishonest with me.
Courtney:
...Dishonest? Whatever do you mean?
Edgeworth:
You said that "the verdict could not be overturned", but... that was not the case. A reinvestigation and retrial were obviously required as soon as the missing body was found.
Courtney:
..... I have no need to answer you.
Edgeworth:
(It seems she doesn't intend to ever give me an answer...)
Courtney:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, the P.I.C. has you in its sights. They will receive a report on everything you did here today... ...and you will most likely be required to appear before them. Now then... I shall take my leave.
Kay:
Hold on! Mr. Edgeworth caught the real bad guy...! Didn't he do his job as a prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
...No matter how things turn out, I will never regret what I did here today.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Debeste:
..... Hey. Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Debeste:
Why... are you always sticking your nose into cases that you're not even involved with?
Edgeworth:
My duty is to reveal the truth. Not only as a prosecutor... It's just who I am.
Debeste:
.....I don't get it.
Edgeworth:
As long as you continue to think that being "the best" is all that matters, I doubt you ever will.
Debeste:
Well... I don't get that either! .......I'm going home.
Kay:
Wh-What was that all about?
Edgeworth:
There is much he still needs to learn...
Kay:
...?
Delicia:
M-i-l-e-y!
Edgeworth:
Wha... What is it?
Delicia:
I knew Greggy's son could do it! I think... I might be falling for you! ...Thanks for helping Jeffy.
Edgeworth:
Well. Umm...
Larry:
Yo, Edgey! Great job solving that case! Well, I was busy drawing, so I really didn't catch all of it... Huh? Where did Katie and Justy run off to?
Kay:
Laurice... You really weren't paying much attention at all, were you?
Edgeworth:
..... (Well... I hate to admit it, but Larry's doodles actually helped us out a few times. I should say something nice to him...)
Larry:
Don't glare at me like that! I'm sorrrrryyyy!
Edgeworth:
It was not my intent to glare at you...
Ray:
He he he. That patented Edgeworth glare. You're just like your old man.
Edgeworth:
Uh. I-Is that so...?
Ray:
Well, then. Uncle Ray's gonna go pay Mr. Master a visit. You guys wanna tag along?
Edgeworth:
...I'd be happy to accompany you.
Kay:
Oh! Me too!
April 2, 4:56 PMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Kay:
...So this Jeffery Master, what's he like?
Ray:
Oh, he's a really nice and gentle guy. He's still doing his best to make people happy. He actually cooks desserts for the inmates. Nowadays, all the prisoners and guards look forward to snack time at 3 o'clock.
Kay:
Wow! That's nice. I wanna eat his desserts too!
Edgeworth:
(So the chocolate cake we saw in the prison the other day... He was the one who made it?)
Kay:
Oh, Gummy! Why are you here?
Gumshoe:
I heard everybody was coming to visit, so I escorted Mr. Master myself.
Master:
Hello one and all. I am Jeffery Master.
Edgeworth:
Prosecutor... Miles Edgeworth at your service.
Kay:
And I'm Mr. Edgeworth's assistant, Kay Faraday!
Master:
Ho oh... It is a pleasure to meet you all.
Ray:
Mr. Master. Miles is your old defense attorney's son.
Master:
! You mean Mr. Gregory's...! ...Your father has done so much for me. And yet... I betrayed his good faith when I made the false confession...
Edgeworth:
...I've heard the details from Mr. Shields.
Ray:
Mr. Master. I came here today to tell you everything we've learned about 18 years ago.
Master:
18 years ago...?
Master:
Kate committed a crime for my sake? Why would she do such a thing...?
Ray:
Ms. Hall has been trying to prove your innocence for the past 18 years. She... was willing to do whatever it took to save you.
Master:
Kate... she shouldn't have gone through so much trouble for an old man who let her down...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Master... I don't think you realize just how much Ms. Hall cares for you. I have something here that clearly proves the two of you share an unbreakable bond.
Master:
An unbreakable bond...?
Edgeworth:
(Proof of the bond between Jeffery Master and Katherine Hall. This should give Mr. Master some peace of mind...)
Present Chocolates
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Master:
These chocolates... Did Kate make them?
Edgeworth:
...She did.
Kay:
They're really sweet and tasty!
Edgeworth:
She's been making these chocolates for past 18 years... So that she could give them to you whenever you returned.
Master:
Kate... Heh heh... I'm sure they are very, very sweet.
Edgeworth:
Yes... They truly are. Unfortunately, I cannot give them to you now, but...
Gumshoe:
I can hand them over later in secret, pal!
Edgeworth:
(It IS against the rules, but... right now, I don't have the authority to stop him.)
Master:
Ho ho... Thank you very much. Say, you remind me of an old friend... Do you know of a Detective Badd?
Gumshoe:
Of course I do! Detective Badd is my number one role model, pal!
Master:
How uncanny... Talk about fate.
Leads to:
"...Mr. Master."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Master:
This... is the bond Kate and I share? I see... you must be speaking metaphorically...
Edgeworth:
Uh, well, that's... (Looks like I showed him the wrong thing.)
Master:
...Thank you.
Leads to:
"...Mr. Master."
Ray:
...Mr. Master. It's looking like we'll be able to get you out soon. I can only apologize that it took 18 years to do so...!
Master:
Raymond... I'm the one who should be apologizing. No... That's not it. What I really should be saying is... ...Thank you.
Ray:
Mr. Master...
Master:
Now it's my turn... to wait for Kate. I'll make her favorite sweets every day until she returns. Please look after her, Raymond.
Ray:
...You got it!
Edgeworth:
(The IS-7 Incident, the case I inherited from my father... After 18 long years, it's finally coming to a close.)
Ray:
Miles... Thanks for today. I'm sorry for leaving that final decision to you.
Edgeworth:
No... I made that decision of my own free will.
Kay:
Eh? What are you talking about?
Ray:
To arrest Gustavia, we had no choice but to use Mr. Master's false charge. To use Mr. Master's false charge, which I was originally supposed to protect him from... The attorney inside of me, simply could not do it.
Kay:
So that's how it was...
Ray:
But... after this, Uncle Ray is going to try to clear away that false charge as well.
Edgeworth:
Yes... I understand.
Kay:
What...? But if they find out about the false charge, they won't be able to arrest Mr. Gustavia, right?
Ray:
That's true... It sure is a contradiction in the law. The way the law is right now... it isn't always completely right.
Kay:
A contradiction in the law...
Ray:
Well. Who knows what'll happen. The law evolves and grows, just like all of us do. Just like Uncle Ray and Miles have grown up... y'know!
Edgeworth:
(People and the law... both grow.)
Ray:
.....Miles. To fight crime as a prosecutor, or to save people as a defense attorney. I want you to think carefully, about how you want to live your life from now on.
Edgeworth:
.....I will.
Ray:
Well, if you ask Uncle Ray, you'll always be welcome down at the office. Alrighty then. Looks like it's time for Uncle Ray to get going! Next time I see you, I'll be sure to thank you again. .....Really though, thanks for today.
Kay:
Mr. Shields seemed to be in a bit of a hurry.
Edgeworth:
...Indeed. (I should be the one... thanking him. I was able to face my father's last case because of him.)
Edgeworth:
When I was young... I wanted to become a great defense attorney like my father. However, under Prosecutor von Karma, I learned the ways of a prosecutor... Thanks to a certain friend, I was able to discover my own path in life. However... Right now, there are forces trying to take me off the prosecutor's path. Maybe now... is the perfect time to think about how I should live my life.
April 2, 7:29 PMEdgeworth Law Offices
Ray:
...Gregory. I'm sorry... that it took so long. It may have taken 18 years... ...but finally, we've proven Mr. Master's innocence...! Miles, your son... helped me with that. The way he fought for the truth... He was just like you, Gregory. I'm still not the kind of attorney you were... ...but I will forever carry on... the convictions I inherited from you. And if I can... ...together with him.
Edgeworth:
(To fight crime as a prosecutor, or to save people as a defense attorney. The path I choose is...)
THE END
Connect Logic incorrectly (Gregory Edgeworth)
Gregory:
(I don't think these pieces will fit together... Looks like I'll have to start over.)
Connect Logic incorrectly (Gregory Edgeworth)
Gregory:
(It seems these two pieces of information aren't connected... It seems I was a bit too hasty in jumping to conclusions.)
Connect Logic incorrectly (Gregory Edgeworth)
Gregory:
(Hmm... no good. That line of logic seems too unreasonable.)
Connect Logic incorrectly (Miles Edgeworth)
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right... I need to reconsider the information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly (Miles Edgeworth)
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information. I need to think this over one more time.)
Connect Logic incorrectly (Miles Edgeworth)
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Manfred von Karma)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
What do you think of this piece of evidence, Prosecutor von Karma?
von Karma:
...A foolish question. It's not even worth thinking about. Just pitiful. Can you even call yourself a defense attorney?
Gregory:
I-I am a defense attorney...!
von Karma:
What an inferior rebuttal. Well, I can't say I expect much from a defense attorney.
Gregory:
(Ngh...! He really looks down on me...!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Manfred von Karma)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
Have a look at this piece of evidence!
von Karma:
That's irrelevant to what we're talking about now!
Gregory:
Uugh...!
von Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Such a boring interruption, defense attorney.
Gregory:
(Ngh... He's laughing at me...!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Manfred von Karma)
Gregory:
Objection!
Gregory:
That statement is strange. It contradicts this piece of evidence!
von Karma:
A Von Karma's logic is perfect. The very thought of a contradiction is inconceivable.
Gregory:
Ngh...!
von Karma:
You think that evidence can break my logic?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Katherine Hall)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Take a look at this piece of evidence!
Kate:
In that case, would you take a look at my dance too?
Edgeworth:
N-No. Dancing doesn't have anything to do with what we're talking about.
Kate:
But can't the same be said about what you've just said, Monsieur Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Ngh!
Kate:
...Shall I return to my story?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Katherine Hall)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence will tell us the truth.
Kate:
This one, you say? ...Do you want to make me out to be a criminal that badly, Monsieur Edgeworth? Even going as far as to force your strained logic on me...
Edgeworth:
P-Please don't cry!
Kate:
In that case, I'll return to my story.
Edgeworth:
(Those tears were fake...? As expected of a former acclaimed actress.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Katherine Hall)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your statement just now clearly contains a contradiction!
Kate:
♬ How strange, How suspiciooous! ♪ ♪ I don't think soooo! Not. One. Bit! ♬
Edgeworth:
.....! (I got caught up in her rhythm!) I'd like an encore. ...Testify for me one more time.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney, could you take a look at this piece of evidence?
Courtney:
I'm afraid I cannot accept that piece of evidence. I do not believe it has any relation to my testimony.
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh! (As I expected, she's nothing like Mr. Debeste. However, I won't back down so easily!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. Don't you have a problem with that statement just now?
Courtney:
Should I have a problem with it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Exactly. Because there's no problem at all!
Courtney:
In that case, you should have refrained from speaking in the first place.
Edgeworth:
Nnghhooh! (I don't think that left a good impression...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Justine Courtney)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Judge Courtney. There is a contradiction in your testimony!
Courtney:
I cannot authorize this statement.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... And why not?
Courtney:
Because it's obvious you're bluffing.
Edgeworth:
Nguuuoooh! (Is that the impression I give off? ...Next time for sure, I will present evidence that will silence her for good!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Dane Gustavia)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This evidence will tell us the truth!
Gustavia:
...You are clearly bluffing! I was not born yesterday.
Edgeworth:
(I-Indeed... this evidence doesn't show a contradiction!
Gustavia:
Shall I continue?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Dane Gustavia)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your testimony just now, it's contradictory, isn't it?
Gustavia:
...Oh my. You say such strange things, Sir Prosecutor. At this rate, you'll never reach your father.
Edgeworth:
What did you...!
Gustavia:
Nwahahahaha! Don't get so worked up.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Dane Gustavia)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your testimony is faulty. Take a look at this!
Gustavia:
.....
Edgeworth:
...Why are you meditating? Take a look at this piece of evidence!
Gustavia:
I do not need to see it to understand. Your training is insufficient, Sir Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Mmph...!
Gustavia:
...You should remember the lessons from your training.
Too many penalties (Gregory Edgeworth)
Gregory:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose hold of the truth...! But... it seems all hope is lost...
Gregory:
Thus the truth was lost for all time.
Game over
Too many penalties (Miles Edgeworth)
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Dane Gustavia)
Gustavia:
......Sir Prosecutor. I'm still recovering. I need to rest.
Edgeworth:
C-Confound it...!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Nothing to Examine (Gregory Edgeworth)
Gregory:
There aren't any clues here.
Nothing to Examine (Miles Edgeworth)
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
The Kidnapped Turnabout
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Part 1
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Episode 3The Kidnapped Turnabout
March 13, 10:11 AM????????????
Edgeworth:
(...It's time.)
Gumshoe:
Don't worry, Mr. Edgeworth! I'll be following your every movement with my binoculars!
Edgeworth:
Good to hear. Now make sure you don't lose sight of me. I'm counting on you for backup.
Gumshoe:
You can count on me, sir!
Edgeworth:
I have to go. The kidnapper is supposed to contact me soon. (Who would've thought that upon my return, I'd be thrust into a kidnapping case. And that I would be the one who would have to make the ransom drop-off...)
Edgeworth:
(Let's see... I checked that the money is all there, safe inside this suitcase... Now all I have to do is await further instructions from the kidnapper... ...which I'm expecting to be transferred to my cell phone. I wonder who else is around? This is meeting place, after all...)
???:
Welcome to Gatewater Land!
Edgeworth:
Hm? Oh, thank you.
Proto B.:
And a big hello to you! I'm the Proto Badger! Nice to meet you! ............
Edgeworth:
............
Proto B.:
Excuse me, but were you perhaps thinking of taking a picture of me?
Edgeworth:
A picture...? Of you...? Sorry, but I'm not interested.
Proto B.:
Aww, that's too bad. Well, have a good day!
Edgeworth:
...Hello?
???:
...Who aRE yOu? YoU'Re nOt ERNesT AmaNo!
Edgeworth:
(It sounds like the kidnapper is using some sort of voice alteration device...) I'm his representative, Miles Edgeworth.
???:
...ARE YoU a cOP?
Edgeworth:
No, I'm......... a prosecutor.
???:
............
Edgeworth:
............ I know what you're wondering, and yes, I have brought the ransom money with me.
???:
I SeE... In THAt caSe, bRIng thE mOnEy wiTh You to tHe StaDIum.
Edgeworth:
(So this person intends to see if I'm being followed, huh. Please, Detective Gumshoe... I really need you to come through for me this one time.)
Edgeworth:
...Edgeworth speaking.
???:
NeXT, ComE to THe HaUNteD HOUsE.
Edgeworth:
And just how long do you intend to have me wander around for?
???:
ThAt'S fOr mE To dECIdE. YoU dON't hAVE MucH of A cHOIce hERe, mY fRIeNd.
Edgeworth:
I suppose not.
Edgeworth:
...I've arrived.
???:
...Go iNsIDe.
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. What a dismal place...)
???:
ThaT'S IT. GO thROuGh tHOsE DooRs...
Edgeworth:
(Am I being watched from somewhere?)
???:
LeAVe tHe MoNEy aND GO. NoW.
Edgeworth:
Nnngh............ .................. (I was hoping for an exchange, but maybe I should do as they say for now and not push it.)
Edgeworth:
(I couldn't catch even a glimpse of the kidnapper. Perhaps I should keep an eye on this haunted house until police backup arrives. Agh! It was a trap!)
March 13, 11:23 AM????????????
Examine evidence
Front of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
???:
That guy... betrayed...
???:
No.. can't be... Then the deal...
Edgeworth:
(Who is that...? And what are they talking about...?)
???:
...split... police...
???:
...Alright...
???:
...in front of... meet up...
Edgeworth:
(...I can't move my body... ...I-I fear I may faint again...)
Edgeworth:
Where am I...? (How long was I out...? It wasn't raining like it is now when I made the drop-off... This was supposed to be a simple affair... ...so why have I been taken hostage as well!? I can only assume Detective Gumshoe lost sight of me at some point.)
Edgeworth:
The only reason I agreed to be the drop-off man was because of that phone call. It was from Mr. Ernesst Amano, the director of the powerful zaibatsu, the Amano Group. But aside from that, I also owe him a great debt of gratitude. His only son, Lance, had been kidnapped. I know that Lance is already in his twenties, but I guess some things you never grow out of.
Edgeworth:
.................. (I can't sit around waiting for someone to come help me! I must escape somehow...) ...Nnnnnggghhhhoooooooooooh!!
???:
Hahaha! Was that you making that funny sound!?
Edgeworth:
............Who's there!? And how dare you laugh at a gentleman's plight!? ...Who are you? Are you one of the kidnappers?
???:
A kidnapper? Me? No way! I'm not into such petty crimes. Nope! I'm after something much, much bigger!
Edgeworth:
.................. (Argh! I must be worn out from today's ordeal. Focus, Miles!)
???:
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry about that! Ahem! Even in the depths of night, when no other bird dares to take flight... ...one alone soars to shine the light of righteousness on the world's blight! And that one is me! For I am the Great Thief, Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
Great Thief? (And did she really just claim to be the Yatagarasu?)
Kay:
Oh, but my real name is Kay Faraday. You can call me "Kay", 'kay!? Good! Glad that's settled!
Edgeworth:
.................. Not quite. I have a mountain of questions for you... ...but first, if you would be so kind as to remove these ropes.
Kay:
Hmm... I wonder... Should I remove them? I was actually having a lot of fun watching you make those silly faces...
Edgeworth:
..................
Kay:
Hey! There's no need to get all mad and icy glare-y on me, you know! This rope goes through here, and... there you go!
Edgeworth:
What a relief. I owe you my thanks.
Kay:
Ah, it's OK. You can pay me back in full later!
Edgeworth:
(Now then... What question should I start with? Unfortunately, I can already tell nothing is going to be easy with this cheeky girl...)
Great Thief
Edgeworth:
You call yourself a Great Thief, yet are you really a thief at all?
Kay:
You doubt me? I get it! You think that a young lady like me couldn't possibly be such a big-time thief, right?
Edgeworth:
(That's not the part I have a tough time believing...)
Kay:
I am the real, genuine Yatagarasu, you know. Yup! I'm a pure-blooded Great Thief! It's a little something I inherited from my predecessor.
Edgeworth:
In that case... you wouldn't mind if I arrested you then, right?
Kay:
What!? Of course I'd mind! I haven't stolen anything yet! Seriously, I don't know how can you say such a horrible thing to your savior!
Edgeworth:
(That's true. Technically, she hasn't stolen anything in front of me... yet.)
Yatagarasu (appears after Great Thief)
Edgeworth:
When you say you're the "Yatagarasu", do you mean you are THE Yatagarasu...?
Kay:
Yup! The most righteous of the righteous! The legendary Great Thief! But the title was only recently succeeded to me... ...so I haven't had a chance to steal anything yet as the second Yatagarasu.
Edgeworth:
(I was not aware that thieves could pass down their titles like that...)
Kay:
But don't worry! I've got some big plans in the works!
Edgeworth:
Big plans, huh? They wouldn't happen to lead to a big arrest, would they?
Kay:
I knew it! There's just no reasoning with a prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
I'm not the problem here!
Kay:
I'll have you know that the Yatagarasu has no interest in stealing petty trinkets! There's one thing and only one thing I want to steal!
Edgeworth:
(Only one thing? And what would that be?)
Kay:
But that's going to have to wait until we find our way out of here!
Edgeworth:
Well, at least there is one thing we agree on. I'm sure I'll have plenty of time later to learn more about you.
Present
Anything
Kay:
Don't surprise me like that! I can't believe you're just shoving things in my face! I mean, aren't there more pressing things you'd rather ask little ol' me?
Edgeworth:
(She has a point... I should probably find out more about my mysterious savior first.)
(Clearing "Yatagarasu" "Talk" option leads to:)
Kay:
So, you never told me what your name is, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Ah, I guess not. I'm Miles Edgeworth.
Kay:
Aha! Now I remember!
Edgeworth:
(...How can you "remember" something I just told you...? But she sure is cheery.)
Kay:
Alright, then Mr. Edgeworth, let's get outta here! ............Hm?
Edgeworth:
...It would seem that we are locked in from the other side.
Kay:
What!? No way! I don't hear you! La la la!
Edgeworth:
Kay, you do remember where you came in from, right...? It looks like that might be our only way out of this room...
Kay:
Whoops, slight miscalculation. That's a good height to make an entrance from, but I can't jump that high to make an exit!
Edgeworth:
...*sigh* I suppose we have no choice but to look around and see if we can't find another way out.
Begin Investigation
Isolation Room
Logics
"Open floor panel" and "The beam I was tied to"
Leads to:
"This hook on this beam..."
Kay Faraday
The kidnapping (after gathering all evidence and logics)
Edgeworth:
Do you know where the person who kidnapped me went?
Kay:
Well, after they locked you up in here... ...it sounded like they went into the nest room, and started talking to someone.
Edgeworth:
(I feel like I heard something as well, but it's all a haze in my mind. However, I do recall that the kidnapper was talking with someone... I was just a guess before, but I guess I really AM dealing with two kidnappers here.)
Kay:
After that, they left. It almost seemed as if they were done with you.
Edgeworth:
I suppose that is the case, as my kidnapping seems like an afterthought to the $1 million. Well, if they went into the next room, let's see what we can find out through the slot.
Door
Edgeworth:
Nnrgh... It seems that we won't be able to open this by ourselves. It also seems quite thick, so we can't just break it down. (There must be another way out of here.)
Door (after talking about "The kidnapping")
Kay:
Ooh, we can peer into the room the kidnappers were in from there!
Before examining hatch
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining hatch
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Beam
Edgeworth:
There is a beam in the next room identical to the one in this room. There's even a hook on it to hold a propped-up floor panel in place. Which reminds me...
Kay:
Did you find something useful, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Hmm, perhaps. I may have found a very handy hint to how we'll get out of here.
Hatch
Edgeworth:
Is that what I think it is?
Kay:
It looks like the kidnappers had an escape tunnel prepared just in case. That's awesome! They're like a bunch of Great Thieves themselves!
Edgeworth:
No, they're not, because I highly doubt they made the tunnel themselves. The floor panel was removed and propped up (Open floor panel - The panel is held in place by a hook. The entrance to an underground room perhaps?) against the beam in a very specific way. I think this building was originally built with a basement or underground area.
Door
Edgeworth:
There's a door on the opposite side that appears to be the same as this one. Which would mean... ...that I can probably assume that these two rooms are very similar in structure. (I believe I may have just found our ticket out.)
Bad Badger's head
Edgeworth:
What is this...?
Kay:
Looks like the Bad Badger, and it's looking as bad as ever!
Edgeworth:
Looks like a costume head to me.
Kay:
I guess the Bad Badger's costume is, at the very least, a two-piece, huh.
Edgeworth:
(The real question is, why is only the head sitting out here on the floor?)
Bad Badger's Head data jotted down in my Organizer.
Beam
Edgeworth:
This is the beam I was tied to. ............
Kay:
Hm? What's up?
Edgeworth:
I was pondering if perhaps we could make it over to and out the window if we climbed this.
Kay:
Good thinking! And if it's climbing action you need, just leave it to me!
Edgeworth:
Thanks. This little hook looks like it might make for a good foothold. Up you go, Kay, and good luck!
Kay:
Count on it! The Great Thief Yatagarasu spreads her mighty wings, and takes to the skies! Here I go!
Kay:
............
Edgeworth:
As I thought, this beam (The beam I was tied to - There is a hook on this beam, but it's not enough of a foothold to climb out with.) was definitely not made for climbing.
Kay:
What do you mean, "As I thought"!? I'm not your guinea pig, you know!
Beam (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
This is the beam I was tied to. ............ Just maybe, we can use this to climb up to and out the window.
Kay:
Leave it to me! ...............Wait. Didn't I just try this!? I can't climb this thing!
Edgeworth:
(I suppose we'll just have to find another way to escape.)
Small white thing on the floor
Edgeworth:
(Hm? Isn't this my phone? It looks like it made it through the ordeal intact.)
Kay:
If only there was a way for us to contact someone on the outside...
Edgeworth:
Ah, but we do have a way... right here.
Kay:
Ah! There was a cell phone here this whole time!?
Edgeworth:
If I'm right, Detective Gumshoe should have contacted the precinct for backup by now.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Are you OK!? I was so worried, sir!
Edgeworth:
I'm fine. I was knocked unconscious for a spell by the kidnapper, that's all.
Gumshoe:
I'm sorry, sir! I'm such a failure! If only I hadn't lost sight of you...!
Edgeworth:
Detective, we don't have time for this. Have the police set up a perimeter right now!
Gumshoe:
You don't have to worry about that, sir! I already got the boys working on that! But in doing that... I sorta... Aaah...!
Edgeworth:
What's wrong, Detective?
???:
...Sorry to butt in, but I'm afraid you're going to have to make due with me.
Edgeworth:
Who is this?
Lang:
Shi-Long Lang of Interpol. A pleasure to speak with you, Mr. Edgeworth. I've heard a great deal about you.
Edgeworth:
So why exactly is an Interpol agent like yourself involved in a domestic kidnapping case?
Lang:
Don's sweat the details. A crime's a crime whether it's on local or a global scale. Besides... ...you're the one who's in a world of trouble.
Edgeworth:
A-And why would you say that!?
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "The pack that runs together, stays together." You catch my drift? You caused quite a ruckus by running blindly into a situation and then getting caught.
Edgeworth:
Tsk...!
Lang:
You should've contacted the police from the very beginning.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry that this happened because of a lapse in judgement. However, I humbly request that you please help me out of here posthaste.
Lang:
......Sorry, no can do.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Lang:
We're hunting the kidnapper now, and I haven't got any hands to spare. As I said, my pack moves as one. You're the one who wanted to go it alone, so good luck to you... Mr. Prosecutor. Oh, and once we do catch the kidnapper, rest assured we'll come find you... eventually.
Edgeworth:
...You... You...
Kay:
What's wrong? Did you get cut off!?
Edgeworth:
No... My phone ran out of power.
Kay:
No way!
Edgeworth:
It doesn't matter anyway. We should try to get out of here through our own means.
Kay:
Yeah! I have a name to live up to, after all! If we put our heads together, we're sure to find a way out!
Sign on the floor
Edgeworth:
They're holding a Blue Badger photo rally?
Kay:
You didn't know? Plus, it's not just the Blue Badger, it's his whole family, too. If you manage to snap a shot of every member of the family, you get a really posh prize.
Edgeworth:
Well, there's a costume head sitting over there. Why not start with a picture of that?
Kay:
You can't do that! That's cheating! There's only one of each Badger in the park, so you have to work for it!
Edgeworth:
Speaking of Badgers, there was one sitting against a wall in the haunted house.
Kay:
Seriously? But somehow, I don't think that one counts, Mr. Edgeworth! You have to take pictures of the costumed ones walking around the park!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... So these are the rules of this game? How quaint...)
Badger Photo Rally data jotted down in my Organizer.
Paints
Kay:
Maybe we can use this paint to help us escape...
Edgeworth:
And what exactly do you have in mind?
Kay:
Well, we could paint "HELP" in really giant letters!
Edgeworth:
And who, pray tell, would see these giant letters? We're inside a building.
Kay:
OK, then how about we light the paint on fire and send out colored smoke signals! Anyone who saw it would think some crazy arsonist was about, and call the cops! Hmm... Actually, that may not be all that great for me, seeing as I'm a thief and all.
Edgeworth:
...Let's try to find something other than this paint to use, shall we?
Boxes
Kay:
Hey! There's something inside the bottom-right box. Oh, I think it's a Pink Badger costume!
Edgeworth:
Pink Badger...?
Kay:
You don't keep up with what's going on in the world, do you? In that case, you'd better study up on the whole Badger clan with this!
Edgeworth:
What is this thing?
Kay:
Think of it as a bible of all the things you'll ever need to know about the clan!
Edgeworth:
(...Whatever. I suppose I can keep it as a reference guide or something.)
Blue Badger Bible data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
I suppose this means that this is where they keep all the costumes?
Kay:
It certainly looks that way! It's like the Badger family's home!
Edgeworth:
(There are eight boxes, but seven of them are empty. Which means that seven of the costumes (Costumes - It seems that the costumes of the Badger family are kept in the Isolation Room.) are in use right now.) But aren't these Badgers the mascots of the police force?
Kay:
Well, I heard that the police had a hand in sponsoring this theme park. Probably because the Gatewater Group owes the police from all those cases they solved.
Edgeworth:
They have all the power of the state, and they used it to make a theme park!?
Kay:
It's not just any theme park! They have a handcuff-shaped, double-looping roller coaster...
Edgeworth:
That's quite enough. I'm feeling woozy from just the thought of such a thing.
Before examining small key
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining small key
Edgeworth:
(I've already finished examining this area, but it never hurts to look again.)
Small key
Edgeworth:
And what have we here...?
Kay:
Ah! ..................
Edgeworth:
(Why do I feel a laser-like stare aimed right at me?) D-Did you want to take a look?
Kay:
Well, don't mind if I do! Ooh! I see! Yes, this is definitely...! A key (Tiny key - I may be able to open something, somewhere in this room with this key.)! I'm sure it's a key to something!
Edgeworth:
The "something" is what is relevant to my interest...
Blue Badger boxes
Kay:
Look! It's the Blue Badger!
Edgeworth:
(I suppose even this thing can be popular with women.)
Kay:
I can't stand him!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What in the...!? (Why is she suddenly beating the Blue Badger's image up!?)
Kay:
He's got the word "badge" right in his name! How bad is that for a girl like me!? And to think he's out there wandering around in this park... I'd better be careful, or he's going to arrest me by the power of his name alone!
Edgeworth:
(I somehow doubt that the Blue Badger has the power to arrest anyone.)
Bad Badger boxes
Edgeworth:
So this is the Blue Badger's rival, the Bad Badger, huh. Do you feel some sort of reverence towards this Badger, Kay?
Kay:
...Hah! I can't believe you would be so stereotypical when it comes to thieves! Surely you must also think there are much cooler, and cuter ones out there, right? That's it! I've decided that thieves and thievery need an image makeover!
Edgeworth:
(...Good luck with that one.)
Proto Badger boxes
Edgeworth:
This is the Blue Badger I met at the main gate.
Kay:
Excuse me, but his name is "Proto Badger", not "Blue Badger"! He's based off of the very fisrt design created by the local police chief. You know, when you compare the two, the Blue Badger looks a bit cuter!
Edgeworth:
I suppose as he continued to redesign him, the chief managed to make him cuter and cuter. Even humanity has come a long way when you think about how much we've evolved.
Kay:
Are we comparing the Blue Badger to humans now...?
Pink Badger boxes
Edgeworth:
I suppose this is the Pink Badger? But since it has the same design, doesn't it seem forced to call this one a female?
Kay:
You think so? I mean, just look at how long her eyelashes are!
Edgeworth:
That's the only difference.
Kay:
And the fact that she's pink.
Edgeworth:
Yes, and?
Kay:
And her lips are red! See, lipstick!
Edgeworth:
.................. (What? She has nothing to say about the giant pink ribbon, or is that too obvious?)
Lockers
Kay:
Man! Why did they have to put the windows so high up, anyway!? How is a thief supposed to make her daring escape!?
Edgeworth:
I suppose we could make our way out if we were able to climb on top of these lockers.
Kay:
Haha! That's pretty clever! You'd make a good thief yet, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Please don't ever place my name and the word "thief" in the same sentence again.
Kay:
Let's see... I wonder if I can jump and grab the top of the locker here... Man! Why did they have to make such ginormous lockers, anyway!?
Edgeworth:
(Even if we wanted to use these lockers, we'd need some sort of foothold (Lockers - If we can get to the top, then we can escape. If only there were some footholds...)...)
Edgeworth:
This hook on this beam...
Kay:
You know I already tried, and there's no way I can jump from this hook to the window! Come on, even you have to admit when something's just not possible.
Edgeworth:
Hah, I wasn't about to suggest that again. Rather, that it's here for a different purpose.
Kay:
Really!? Like what!?
Edgeworth:
As you saw in the adjacent room, it's clearly for keeping a floor panel propped up. Which means that there should be a panel in this room that we can open as well.
Kay:
Oh! I get it!
Edgeworth:
We didn't notice its existence all this time because it was being hidden by this tarp.
Kay:
Alright then! Let's fold this thing up and see what's underneath!
Kay:
Now THIS is what I call a treasure!
Logics
"Tiny key" and "Underground entrance"
Leads to:
"I believe you're up, Kay."
Hatch
Kay:
Wow, this must be another entrance to the secret, hidden basement! I totally smell treasure!
Edgeworth:
The scent I wish to smell is the sweet fragrance of freedom.
Kay:
Then what are you waiting for!? Hurry up and open the hatch!
Edgeworth:
Alright. .........Mmnph. This thing is locked down tight (Underground entrance - We might be able to escape through here, but the door is locked.).
Kay:
Aww! Fiddlesticks!
Edgeworth:
I believe you're up, Kay.
Kay:
Huh? Why me?
Edgeworth:
Because we need to use the tiny key that you've taken quite a liking to.
Kay:
Oh, gotcha! Just leave it to me! I love the tense feeling of these moments when you're about to uncover something big!
Edgeworth:
I believe the feeling of freedom would be much more satisfying right about now.
Kay:
Alright! I got the secret door open! And now...!
Edgeworth:
Ack! Wait!
Kay:
Wha--!? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
Are you alright!? Kay!?
Kay:
I'm fine. The ladder just slipped is all!
Edgeworth:
(Thank goodness she's alright. I about had a coronary...)
Kay:
There's a lot of really large machinery down here.
Edgeworth:
What about an exit?
Kay:
Umm... It's really dark and cramped down there, so I really doubt there's an exit. Argh, I can't believe that happened!
Edgeworth:
You have only yourself to blame for leaping before you looked, you know.
Kay:
No way! I mean, how was I supposed to know that the ladder is removable (Underground ladder - It looks as though it can be easily removed, but is it really safe to use...?)!?
Logics
"Underground ladder" and "Lockers"
Leads to:
"I believe you're up, Kay."
Hatch
Edgeworth:
(I finally got the door to the underground area open...) Kay, I just want to confirm with you that there wasn't an exit down there.
Kay:
Yeah, it was really cramped, and there was a lot of really large machinery.
Edgeworth:
I see. Are you hurt at all?
Kay:
I'm perfectly fine! I was just a little surprised when the ladder suddenly slipped out from under me...
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if this ladder can be put to some use...)
Edgeworth:
I've figured out how we will escape this prison, Kay.
Kay:
Oh? So, how are we going to bust out?
Edgeworth:
It seems that your reckless actions were of use after all.
Kay:
...Are you actually praising me?
Edgeworth:
More of a "thank you" for giving me an idea regarding this ladder.
Kay:
The underground ladder? What about it?
Edgeworth:
This ladder isn't just for those who wish to go down...
Kay:
Oh! I see! If we use this...!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I believe it's long enough to reach the top of those lockers.
Kay:
Well, then what are we waiting for!?
Investigation Complete
Kay:
Alright! Now we can get out of here!
Edgeworth:
Yes... We spent entirely too much time in here. (Kidnappers who held me hostage, and a mysterious Interpol agent... This case is only getting started, and I'll be the one to bring it to a resounding end!)
March 13, 12:11 PMWild, Wild West Area
Edgeworth:
It looks like it's stopped raining for now.
Kay:
Yeah, and thank goodness! You have no idea how hard it was raining earlier!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I'm so glad to see you managed to escape, sir! I was so stressed that I thought my heart was gonna give out!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, may I ask what in the world that is?
Gumshoe:
Well, that's... um...
MIB:
Count off!
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8!
98! 99!
MIB:
Shifu! All 99 members are here and accounted for, sir!
???:
Heh... What the heck do you think you're doing counting my cubs off like that!? Every person is a valuable human being, you get me? And everyone has a name that their parents gave to them. No one is a 2 or a 3... Everyone, regardless of age or rank, is number 1! Got it!?
Shifu! Shifu!
Edgeworth:
...You're Agent Lang, I take it?
MIB:
You infidel! How dare you address our Shifu so rudely!?
Lang:
Grr! Lang Zi says: "A cub who disrespects others soon feels the disciplinary bite of an elder." So don't you ever forget to show the proper respect towards another person! Shih-na. This isn't much, but please accept my card.
Edgeworth:
Oh, thank you. ...Please, accept mine in return.
Lang:
You all see that just now!? That is the proper way for two people to show their respect! Keep that in mind and you'll get far in life, got it!?
Edgeworth:
(Ah, that's right... Franziska did warn me... Something about an elite Interpol Agent from the Republic of Zheng Fa. Apparently, this man has the highest successful arrest rate in the organization.) Agent Lang, why exactly is an Interpol agent involved with this clearly domestic case?
Lang:
That's none of your business, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
How is it not!?
Lang:
I've heard a rumor or two about you. You solved a murder that occurred during your flight home recently, right? Hah! But you sure took a while just to arrest one little flight attendant. How pathetic.
Gumshoe:
H-How dare you say that about Mr. Edgeworth!? Are you saying you could've solved it faster, pal!?
Lang:
The comedic relief jumps to the aide of his master... How cliché. Look, what I'm getting at is that if I had been there, no one would've died.
Edgeworth:
!
Lang:
I would've solved the entire case and Agent Hicks would still be with us here today.
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang knew yesterday's victim, Agent Hicks...?)
Lang:
Hicks was like a brother to me, so now, I'm out to take my revenge!
Edgeworth:
(Agent Hicks was investigating a smuggling ring with Franziska and a third person... This must be the man she was talking about.) In that case, you should understand how I feel, as the kidnapped is someone I know. So I ask that you please allow me to participate in the investigation...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
This isn't your neatly trimmed Courtroom of Eden, you know. You're out in the wilderness now, Mr. Prosecutor, and way out of your league. No hard feelings, but why don't you go on back to your courtroom now, pretty boy?
Edgeworth:
You...! You dare to mock the court!?
Lang:
I do... And I don't need the help of a filthy "prosecutor". Sorry, but the truth doesn't need the likes of you to distort it today!
Edgeworth:
(Who uses the adjective "filthy" to describe a prosecutor...!? And why...? Why do I feel such intense loathing emanating from him!?)
Lang:
Alright, men! Good job on the perimeter around Gatewater Land. Now just find me the kidnapper, and bring the punk to me! Dismissed!
Sir!
Lang:
Now then, Mr. Prosecutor, you just sit tight here and don't cause any trouble, understand?
Edgeworth:
W-Wait!
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
It's been a while since I last met someone so disagreeable.
Edgeworth:
(Why of all places did he show up here? And completely out of the blue at that! I suppose I'll have to ask Detective Gumshoe to fill me in on that.)
Officers
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but if you could just let me through here...
Officer:
Sorry, I can't let anyone through. Agent Lang's orders.
Edgeworth:
Nnngh... (I suppose I'll have to deal with this impasse for now.)
Barrels
Edgeworth:
I highly doubt I'll find a clue in here, but I might as well check, just to be sure. ...Mnngh. This barrel sure is heavy. You there! Do you know what's inside of this thing?
Officer:
It's the emergency water supply for putting out fires.
Edgeworth:
...I see. Well, they certainly are well prepared.
Horizontal bar
Edgeworth:
This horizontal bar is used... for tying up horses. Apparently, you can ride real horses at the Cowboy's Ranch area just up ahead. Is it possible that the culprits have already escaped with the help of a stolen horse or two?
Officer:
Under Agent Lang's orders, we already rounded up all the horses... ...and every last one has been accounted for.
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang is good, although, I won't go so far as to say I'm impressed just yet...)
Kay Faraday
Kay:
Maaaan... I can't calmly do any stealing at all with that detective around.
Edgeworth:
I suppose it's not easy when there's this many members of law enforcement in the vicinity.
Kay:
It's alright! It's not like I'm in a hurry to steal just any ol' thing!
Edgeworth:
(...Which is it? Do you plan to steal something or not? Quite the mystery, this one. Maybe I should talk with her a bit more.)
Next step
Kay:
So what are you going to do about your investigation into the kidnapping?
Edgeworth:
Good question. Since Agent Lang holds the authority to investigate this case now... ...this makes things a bit more complicated.
Kay:
Oh, come on, you can't let that stop you! I'll even lend you a hand, so let's go!
Edgeworth:
But you're a self-purported "Great Thief", are you not? I don't believe I can let someone of an unlawful nature participate in an investigation.
Kay:
You don't like to listen, do you? I'm not just any ordinary Great Thief; I'm the Yatagarasu! And as I said earlier... ...the Yatagarasu is after one and only one thing.
"One and only one" (appears after Next step)
Edgeworth:
What is the "one and only one" thing you're after?
Kay:
The Yatagarasu is only interested in one thing... ...and that is the truth.
Edgeworth:
I see... It was seven years ago... There was a vigilante who threw the business world into a panic. Labeled "mysterious" and "phantom-like", the Yatagarasu appeared and vanished at will. Though we still don't know much about this thief's ultimate goal, we do know the targets. The Yatagarasu liked to find and make public, evidence of corrupt dealings of all sorts. Once a target was chosen, no dramatic calling card or announcement was sent forth. Instead, the chosen corporation was infiltrated without even the target noticing. Some days later, the evidence that was found was sent out to the mass media... ...along with a card with the mark of a three-legged raven. Looking back, I suppose you could call what the Yatagarasu was stealing the "truth". (Could this child really be the successor to the Original Yatagarasu? But that can't be... can it?)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Kay:
If I had one of these, I could be a prosecutor, too, right?
Edgeworth:
Don't even think of stealing this from me.
Kay:
If it's that important to you, then why don't you wear it on your lapel?
Edgeworth:
(Why should I have to label myself as a prosecutor everywhere I go? And why does everyone ask that question of me? That's what I'D like to know.)
Gatewater Land Pamphlet
Kay:
I really love theme parks! Too bad we're not here to have a fun time...
Edgeworth:
So why did you choose this one, and why choose to show yourself to me of all people?
Kay:
Because I was tailing you, silly! Duh!
Edgeworth:
You were following me!? (But why?)
Blue Badger Bible
Kay:
It's a book of information about my arch-enemy, the Blue Badger. But I won't lose to the likes of him! You just wait and see. I'm going to write a "Tome of Thievery"! How's that, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
(...The information that winds up on your wanted poster will suffice in this competition.)
Badger Photo Rally
Kay:
Come on! The Badger family is waiting for us to find and take pictures of them! And remember, you have to yell, "Badger GET!" each time, or it doesn't count!
Edgeworth:
They even have a rule for when you take their pictures...?
Kay:
Tell me about it! I was planning to steal all of my shots, as any proper Great Thief should!
Edgeworth:
(Does the concept of stealing permeate every aspect of this girl's life...?)
Anything else
Kay:
What do you think about this?
Edgeworth:
If you're going to steal anything, at least keep your hands off of my lines.
Kay:
Alright, alright. I'll return it to you. Here you go!
Edgeworth:
(I was hoping for some information in return, but my line will do for now.)
Dick Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
Great job, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Sir!
Edgeworth:
For losing sight of me and the kidnapper, and allowing my investigation to be hijacked.
Gumshoe:
I... Sir...!
Edgeworth:
I look forward to your next month's salary assessment.
Gumshoe:
But... But the case isn't lose yet, sir! I'm gonna show you just how much of a man Dick Gumshoe can be!
Edgeworth:
Shall I prepare the 21-gun salute now or later?
Agent Lang
Edgeworth:
Detective, are you sure it was the precinct you called for backup?
Gumshoe:
O-Of course, sir! I think I would know the number to my own precinct like back of my hand!
Edgeworth:
Then why did an Interpol agent show up instead, with an army of his own agents?
Gumshoe:
That, I have no idea... About five minutes after I made the call, that wolf-man showed up out of nowhere, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang definitely has an agenda, so the question is, "What is he after?")
Next step (appears after Agent Lang)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I was wondering if I may ask about one thing, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes, what is it?
Gumshoe:
Um... Who is that? The girl over there, I mean.
Kay:
I'm Mr. Edgeworth's assistant, Kay Faraday!
Gumshoe:
Wh-Whaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
Funny, I don't recall making you my assistant, Kay...
Gumshoe:
Yeah! I'M Mr. Edgeworth's assistant! ME! It's been like that since... forever!
Kay:
Sorry, but I just stole your supporting role.
Gumshoe:
How can you say something so serious with that giant grin on your face, pal!? Mr. Edgeworth! We've got a thief on our hands, sir! She stole my role, sir! I'm taking her in, getting her convicted, and making sure she serves out her sentence!
Kay:
Oh, come on, it'll be fun! Like musical chairs! You'd better stay fast on your feet!
Gumshoe:
No way! I won't... I will not lose the spotlight to you, little girl!
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Gumshoe:
If you're going to show me your Prosecutor's Badge, then I'll show you my police badge!
Edgeworth:
...Your wallet is looking rather thin, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Huh? Oh, whoops. I must've left my badge at home. I always get the two mixed up.
Edgeworth:
That's not a laughing matter, Detective!
Gatewater Land Pamphlet
Gumshoe:
Gatewater Land... Who would have guessed this place would be such a success. But the Gatewater Group and I go way back, you know?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Same here. I handled two murder cases that took place at two of their hotels. And it was you who headed the investigation in each case.
Gumshoe:
Oh, I remember that, sir! I was 16 back then, standing in front of the hotel in the snow...
Edgeworth:
(...Clearly, we are not on the same page here.)
Blue Badger Bible
Gumshoe:
You actually got a copy, Mr. Edgeworth!? Ooh! Can you show me the very last page!?
Edgeworth:
The last page? Very well... Let's see here... ...Interesting. Why is your name listed here under "Special Thanks"?
Gumshoe:
That's it, sir! You found it! Oh... Um... That's because I did the choreography for the "Dance, Dance, Blue Badger" song!
Edgeworth:
(I suspect that no one entrusts him with any real responsibilities at work...)
Badger Photo Rally
Gumshoe:
Oh, are you participating in the photo rally, too, Mr. Edgeworth!? Um... I mean, I'm only doing it as part of my duties! Yeah.
Edgeworth:
...I see. In that case, keep up the good work. So, how many have you found so far?
Gumshoe:
I've been sorta busy with the investigation, so I haven't really found any yet, but...
Edgeworth:
(Something tells me finding the Badgers isn't really a part of his duties.)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
I'm sorry, sir! Absolutely nothing is coming to mind right now! As a man, the only thing I can attest to is this: "To be a man, I, Dick Gumshoe, will tell no lie!"
Edgeworth:
(His heart's in the right place... Now to work on his deduction skills.)
Rocking chair
Edgeworth:
It's an old-fashioned rocking chair, the kind that makes you feel instantly at ease. There's something written here... "A soothing 10-minute sitting for only $100"...!? I see. Reverse psychology. Make it so expensive that no one would dare sit on it...
Empty barrel
Edgeworth:
It's an empty barrel. I'd venture to guess that its only purpose is to set the mood.
Cactus
Edgeworth:
It's a cactus... and there's something written here on this sign... "This cactus is a very gracious gift to Gatewater Land from the local police precinct." (I can't believe the police went so far as to even donate a cactus to this place.)
Garage door
Edgeworth:
Horses are painted on this garage door to complete the Wild West theme. They almost look like they're ready to jump out into the real world and gallop away. ...Almost, being the key word.
Blue Badger
Blue Badger:
..................
Edgeworth:
(That wriggling... I just can't bring myself to call it "dancing"...)
Tracks
Edgeworth:
Some sort of tracks were left in the mud here thanks to the rain. They look like tire tracks. Too bad they're destroying the Wild West atmosphere they worked so hard to create. (The tires on whatever made these probably got pretty muddy, as well.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Kay and Gumshoe leads to:)
???:
Laaaaaaance! Laaaaaaaaaaaance! Where are you, son!?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Amano?
Ernest:
Oh! Miles, my boy! I'm sorry to involve you in such an affair just after you've returned.
Edgeworth:
For you, Mr. Amano, I gladly offer my assistance. After all, I have you to thank for how well things turned out during my time abroad. If it wasn't for you, I might not have been introduced to that law office... ...and had the chance to study the inner workings of another country's judicial system.
Ernest:
No, no, no. Think nothing of it. As you know, Manfred and I go way back. I consider a beloved disciple of his to be like one of my own blood.
Edgeworth:
............
Ernest:
If you ever want to go overseas again, you need only to ask. I can use my company's vast network to send you anywhere at any time.
Kay:
So who's the old man?
Edgeworth:
He is the father of the currently kidnapped Lance Amano, Ernest Amano.
Ernest:
Now then, have you found Lance yet, Miles? Please... I miss my poor boy dearly!
Edgeworth:
I'm terribly sorry, but your son's whereabouts remain unknown, Mr. Amano.
Ernest:
Wh-- Hold on there! Then, what happened to all that money!?
Edgeworth:
.........I believe the $1 million has been stolen, and that the culprits are now on the run.
Ernest:
Whaaaaat!?
Kay:
Poor old man... Don't you have anything you could give him to cheer him up, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
(Forgive me, Mr. Amano...)
Ernest Amano
The kidnapping
Edgeworth:
I was wondering if you could please tell me the details of the kidnapping one more time?
Ernest:
Oh. It was yesterday... A call came to the house. From the receiver came the sound of my son... "Help me, Daddy!"... *sniff*
Edgeworth:
I know this is tough, but please stay with me here, Mr. Amano...
Ernest:
You don't understand. He hasn't called me "Daddy" in ages... It was incerdibly moving... I wish I had recorded him saying that.
Edgeworth:
(He definitely should have recorded that conversation... ...but not for the foolish sentimentalities of an old man.)
Lance Amano
Edgeworth:
Refresh my memory, what kind of person is Lance again?
Ernest:
How will telling you about Lance help you get him back?
Edgeworth:
Surprisingly, a lot can be deduced from a person's relationships and behavior.
Ernest:
Very well, then. Lance is my one and only son, and he turned 21 this year. He is very much like me when I was his age -- kind and very attractive. I'm sure women simply can't keep their hands off of him.
Edgeworth:
Is there anything else about him you noticed of late?
Ernest:
Now that you mention it, I haven't been able to get in contact with our butler, Oliver.
Edgeworth:
Your butler...?
Ernest:
Yes, his name is Oilver Deacon. He's been with our family for years now. He gets along so well with Lance, so I thought maybe he would know where my son is...
Oliver Deacon (appears after Lance Amano)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Amano, could you please tell me a little more about your butler, Mr. Deacon?
Ernest:
As a butler, he's outstanding. He even serves as Lance's personal private tutor. He took a brief leave recently, but even after it was over, I haven't been able to reach him.
Edgeworth:
So you still haven't spoken with him since his leave? What about his family and friends?
Ernest:
They said they hadn't seen him. I've tried everything I could think of, Miles. ...Do you think this could have something to do with Lance's kidnapping?
Edgeworth:
It's possible, but I can't say anything for sure quite yet. (So even the person closet to the victim has gone missing... Oliver Deacon... Sounds like one name I had better keep in mind.)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Ernest:
Ah... Seeing that badge reminds me of Manfred. Now HE was one fine prosecutor, the best of the best.
Edgeworth:
...Yes, I can't disagree with you there.
Ernest:
Hmm... I sense that you don't really want to talk about them.
Edgeworth:
How I feel about him... It's hard for me to be truthful about that with another person.
Ernest:
Your hard countenance... I don't know what you're thinking or feeling... ...but mark my words, I think you are Manfred's true successor. I really do.
Edgeworth:
..................
Anything else
Ernest:
Ho, ho! That looks to be something with quite a bit of value. But then, all things have some value attached to them. Only by probing deep into the unknown can we become true winners in this world, Miles.
Edgeworth:
(Thanks, but knowledge isn't what's going to make me a winner here; it's information.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Edgeworth:
.................. Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Let's begin our investigation. Even if that Interpol agent holds the authority to head this investigation... ...we can't allow ourselves to stand idly by, twiddling our thumbs.
Gumshoe:
I'm with you 100%, Mr. Edgeworth, sir! I, Dick Gumshoe, pledge to stick by your side through thick and thin!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Amano, it was my fault that the culprits escaped. Which is why, with your blessing, I vow to return Lance to you myself.
Ernest:
Oh! I've never seen you so passionate before, Miles. Good luck to you, my boy.
Kay:
Alright! Well, what are you waiting for!? Let's do some investigating!
Gumshoe:
If you think I'm losing to you, pal, forget it!
Begin Investigation
Wild, Wild West Area
Gumshoe:
So what should we examine first!?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Thanks to Agent Lang, we can't leave this area. But the culprits were here until only very recently. Which means we may be able to find some clues that will tell us how they escaped.
Gumshoe:
OK! Let's get looking!
Detective:
Hey! You there!
Gumshoe:
Who, me!?
Detective:
What are you doing goofing off in a place like this!?
Gumshoe:
I wasn't goofing off! I was about to help Mr. Edgeworth kick off his investigation.
Detective:
You imbecile! All precinct detectives are now under Agent Lang's direct command!
Gumshoe:
N-No way! I am NOT working for Wolf-boy! Mr. Edgeworth! Can't you do something...!?
Edgeworth:
.................. I'm not exactly in a position to argue, seeing as how you ARE a member of the police.
Detective:
Good, now let's go!
Gumshoe:
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Detective:
Boy, have I got just the job for someone of your talents!
Kay:
Well, that was exciting.
Edgeworth:
............ Kay.
Kay:
What? Can't you tell I'm all ready to get down to some detective work!?
Edgeworth:
You should go home. Your parents must be worried about you.
Kay:
Oh, come on! I finally get to be your assistant and you try to ditch me!?
Edgeworth:
...I don't recall offering you the position.
Kay:
Hmmmph. Why do you have to be so difficult? Besides, it's already too late, you know! Like I said, I've already stolen the position of "assistant" a while back!
Edgeworth:
Hah. You're the only one asserting that.
Kay:
Well! By the time everyone notices, it's already gone! That's the Yatagarasu way!
Edgeworth:
You shouldn't speak so lightly of things you know nothing about!
Kay:
Fine. Whatever, you win. Go ahead and do your little investigation. But the talented assistant Kay, is going to tag along to matter what you say!
Edgeworth:
(Even if she turns out to be useless, she's not going to listen to me. I might as well surrender and let her come along for the ride...)
Logics
"Costumes" and "A 2nd Blue Badger"
Edgeworth:
A second Blue Badger that shouldn't exist... Clearly, the true identity of the person underneath is...
Kay:
Oh, I know! It's one of the kidnappers, right!? The person wore a costume to get away (Costumed escape - The identity of the second Blue Badger was probably the kidnapper in disguise.)!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. After all, the costumes that went missing from the storage area are...
Kay:
...A Blue Badger, a Proto Badger, and a Bad Badger.
Edgeworth:
Yes, those three.
Kay:
So there are three phony Badgers running around in the park somewhere, huh!
Stolen Costumes data jotted down in my Organizer.
"What kind of shoes?" and "Costumed escape"
Leads to:
"Now that we know that the kidnappers were wearing Badger costumes..."
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
The kidnapping
Edgeworth:
Kay, what do you think about the kidnapping?
Kay:
Well, I don't know anything about the victim... ...so actually, I was hoping you could tell me.
Edgeworth:
Ah, that's right. I never did explain the situation to you. I got involved because of a phone call I received. It was none other than the director of the Amano Group, Mr. Ernest Amano. His only son, Lance, had been kidnapped, and he wanted me to be the drop-off man. Little did I suspect that I would be abducted myself.
Kay:
And that's when I found you tied to a pole screaming, "Nnnnnggghhhhoooooooooooh!!"
Edgeworth:
Can you please drop that already!?
Present
Stolen Costumes
Kay:
Looks like there's another thief afoot!
Edgeworth:
Only if we assume that this is not your handwork.
Kay:
Are you kidding!? You know that the Blue Badger is enemy number one to me! Can you imagine me ever being on good terms with that thing!?
Edgeworth:
.................. Actually, it's surprisingly easy.
Barrels
Kay:
Hah! I've got you now, you vile criminals!
Edgeworth:
...I'd think the kidnappers would have better sense than to try hiding in these.
Kay:
Oh, come on! Lighten up, will ya? I was only joking! I don't REALLY think that the criminals would be hiding here, right in front of two officers!
Edgeworth:
...I-I certainly hope not.
Footprints
Kay:
Hey! There's a bunch of footprints in the mud over here!
Edgeworth:
I remember hearing rain fall out here while I was being held in there.
Kay:
Yup, it was just a passing rain. That's why the ground has already pretty much dried up.
Edgeworth:
I should be thankful. It left us with some nice footprint samples.
Kay:
You know what? I bet if we followed them, we can find out where the kidnappers went! Plus, we'd be able to spot them because of their muddy shoes!
Edgeworth:
...I don't think it will be that easy.
Kay:
Why not?
Edgeworth:
Look carefully. There are quite a few different sets here. And we don't know which ones belong to the kidnappers.
Kay:
Oh, that's true... We don't know what kind of shoes (What kind of shoes? - If only we knew, we'd be able to track the kidnappers from the footprints.) they were wearing.
Horizontal bar
Kay:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth, isn't this one of those things you tie horses to?
Edgeworth:
Yes, although the horses are in another location at the moment.
Kay:
Aww... And here I was hoping I would get to ride one.
Edgeworth:
You know how to ride a horse?
Kay:
Nope! Never rode one in my life! But I have an Asian friend who was born in the year of the horse!
Edgeworth:
("Non sequitur" is the only way to describe your logic...)
Empty barrel
Kay:
If these were real, I wonder what you'd put in them.
Edgeworth:
Water would be the obvious answer...
Kay:
But if you stored water in a barrel under the blazing hot sun, wouldn't it go bad?
Edgeworth:
People of that period probably didn't care about how it tasted.
Kay:
Sorry, but I can't let you get away with making fun of our forefathers! I mean, maybe they really liked the strange taste!
Edgeworth:
...Look who's making fun of them now.
Ernest Amano
Present
Stolen Costumes
Ernest:
Just what sort of operation is this, that they would allow their valuables to be stolen!? It's a disgrace to the way businesses are run everywhere!
Edgeworth:
Well, thieves, by nature. generally tend to target these types.
Ernest:
Stealing is an abominable behavior, don't you agree, little miss!?
Kay:
...Y-Yeah, the worst!
Edgeworth:
(Am I going to have to add "hypocrite" to the list of things you are, missy?)
Cactus
Kay:
Look! There's a blurb about the cactus here! "This cactus is a very gracious gift to Gatewater Land from the local police precinct."
Edgeworth:
(I can't believe the police went so far as to even donate a cactus to this place.)
Kay:
So, is the police department running a cactus farm on the side? Ha ha, just kidding! They wouldn't do something so silly!
Edgeworth:
(Actually, I have the vague impression I've seen a cactus farm at the precinct before.)
Garage door
Edgeworth:
Horses are painted on this garage door to complete the Wild West theme.
Kay:
They look so life-like, don't you think!?
Edgeworth:
Are you thinking of wrangling, or rather, stealing them?
Kay:
If you can coax them out of there, sure! Come on, I know you can sweet-talk them out!
Edgeworth:
I could be holding a cube of sugar in my hand and they wouldn't budge, Kay.
Blue Badger
Blue Badger:
..................
Kay:
Hey! It's the Blue Badger! Badger GET!
Edgeworth:
(I really don't understand why she is so excited over this badger hunt. Speaking of Badgers, there's a person inside of there...) Mr. Badger, I wonder if you might share with me what you saw?
Blue Badger:
..................
Edgeworth:
(He's doing that contorted wriggling "dance" again...)
Kay:
............ Aha!
???:
Aaaah! You've uncovered my undercover identity, sir! I was to remain under that head, sir!
Edgeworth:
...Aren't you Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
SIR! Mike Meekins, reporting for duty, sir!
Edgeworth:
(This man was a witness in one of the cases I headed two years ago. About the only thing I remember about this officer is that... ...he often spoke and acted before he thought, which gave me a great deal of headaches.)
Kay:
Is he a friend of yours, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I've met him in the courtroom once before. (Hmm... Why was he so upset when we unmasked him? Does he have something to hide?)
Mike Meekins
Edgeworth:
Officer Meekins, why are you standing here wasting time?
Meekins:
SIR! Because I'm not a police officer right now, sir! I'm the Blue Badger! And I'm creating memories and dreams for the kids! That's never a waste of time, sir! I have a dream to become as big as Detective Gumshoe, sir! I was patrolling the scorchingly boring beat until a little while ago... ...when the dispatch radio on my shoulder crackled that the kidnappers had escaped, sir! I thought maybe this was my shot at making Detective, sir! I rushed on over to join in, but when I got here, there was a sea of people already... ...and I couldn't spread my trademark friendliness and joy on to anyone...
Edgeworth:
(It would seem that some people never change...)
The Blue Badger
Edgeworth:
So why exactly are you in that ridiculous outfit?
Meekins:
Sir! That's because, sir! I'm here to keep the visitors in good spirits, sir! But it's also to hide the fact that I'm an officer on the trail of a kidnapper, sir!
Edgeworth:
I see. Agent Lang is very wise to employ this sort of diversionary tactics.
Meekins:
To be handed the role of THE Blue Badger out of all the different disguises, sir... It's... It's such an honor!
Any clues? (appears after The Blue Badger)
Edgeworth:
How long have you been standing here, Officer?
Meekins:
SIR! For about one little hour, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... That's around the time I woke up from being knocked unconscious...)
Meekins:
And I've been here even since, sir!
Edgeworth:
(If that's true, then it's possible Officer Meekins saw the kidnappers escaping!)
Meekins:
B-B-B-However, sir! I must tell you I didn't see a thiiiiiiing, sir!!!
Edgeworth:
I haven't asked you anything yet, Officer.
Meekins:
No no no no no! B-But I know you will, sir!
Edgeworth:
(He's hiding something from me.) Officer Meekins, I insist that you tell me more about your recent movements!
Meekins:
Sir! I've been playing the Blue Badger this whole time, sir! And getting into it, too! I patrolled the park, all while wearing this costume! And about one hour ago, I came over here, sir! I haven't seen any suspicious-looking people this whole time, sir! But! I did see a Badger, sir! A lone Blue Badger!
Edgeworth:
What you said just now is contradictory to the facts.
Kay:
How so, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
This is what Officer Meekins's testimony contradicts!
Present Badger Photo Rally
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Officer Meekins, let's back things up. I'd like to ask you about your last statement."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Your testimony contradicts this piece of evidence!
Meekins:
I'm just a little patrolman, so I don't understand what you're talking about, sir!
Kay:
I can't say I get it, either.
Edgeworth:
(Gnnnrk! This isn't what I was looking for!) I'm sorry, Officer, but you could you please repeat what you said once more time?
Meekins:
Of course, sir! I'd be honored to repeat myself as many times as needed, sir! For almost a whole little hour, I didn't see any suspicious-looking people around, sir! But! I did see a Badger, sir! A lone Blue Badger!
Edgeworth:
As I thought, what you said just now is contradictory to the facts.
Kay:
OK, so what exactly is so contradictory, Mr. Edgeworth?
Leads back to:
"This is what Officer Meekins's testimony contradicts!"
Edgeworth:
Officer Meekins, let's back things up. I'd like to ask you about your last statement.
Meekins:
Sir! Of course, sir! If that's your wish, Mr. Prosecutor! This little patrolman will wait as long as I am commanded to wait!
Edgeworth:
You said that you saw a Blue Badger, correct? And yet, if you take a look at this, what you saw was not supposed to happen. This park is supposed to have only one of each Badger in it at any given time. Which means that as long as you are the Blue Badger, Officer Meekins... ...you should not have seen another Blue Badger wandering the premises!
Meekins:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaat!? SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR!?
Kay:
Then, that would mean that there are two Blue Badgers (A 2nd Blue Badger - There's only supposed to be 1 Blue Badger in the park, but a second was spotted.) walking around!
Any clues? (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
How long have you been standing here, Officer?
Meekins:
SIR! For about one little hour, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... That's around the time I woke up from being knocked unconscious...)
Meekins:
And I've been here even since, sir!
Edgeworth:
(If that's true, then it's possible Officer Meekins saw the kidnappers escaping!)
Meekins:
Yup, I've been hanging around in this area ever since then, sir! But! I did see a Badger, sir! A lone Blue Badger!
Edgeworth:
And yet, if you take a look at this, what you saw was not supposed to happen. This park is supposed to have only one of each Badger in it at any given time. Which means that as long as you are the Blue Badger, Officer Meekins... ...you should not have seen another Blue Badger wandering the premises!
Meekins:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaat!? SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR!?
Kay:
But then, that would mean that there are two Blue Badgers walking around the park!
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Meekins:
Sir! It's so incredibly shiny, but it has a really ugly shape! I knew it! I was right to go for the much more manly police badge, sir! But I lost it alot, and I just know I'm going to lose it for real one of these days, sir!
Kay:
...Mr. Edgeworth, I think this cop is one donut short of a baker's dozen.
Edgeworth:
I know. Believe me, I know.
Blue Badger Bible
Meekins:
Sir! You have a copy of the Blue Badger Bible, too, sir!? That was written by experts on the Badger family, sir! And it's very, very thorough! It doesn't matter that I was made the Blue Badger only a little while ago, sir! That book helped me memorize every name of every Badger, sir!
Edgeworth:
(It's not that hard to remember four incredibly obvious names...)
Badger Photo Rally
Meekins:
Drip, drop, little by little our privacy is being sold off to the public through this, sir! But that means I need to work extra hard on my cute poses!
Kay:
Ooh, like what?
Meekins:
Like thiiiiiiiiiiis!
Kay:
Great! Now I know what your new pose will beeeeeeeeeee! Look, sir! I've successfully stolen his pose and speaking styyyyyyyyyyyyyle, sir!
Edgeworth:
*sigh* That's nice, Kay.
Anything else
Meekins:
Sir! I'm undercover as the Blue Badger now, sir! I must pretend to not know anything about anything, sir!
Edgeworth:
(I mustn't respond to that. It would be like shooting fish in a barrel...)
Tracks
Edgeworth:
It's a set of tire tracks originating from the garage.
Kay:
Aha! So that means a car left from the garage at some time, right?
Edgeworth:
Correct. But for the car to leave these tracks... ...it would mean that it left during the passing rain. (That's the only explanation as to why these tracks are made of mud.) Hmm, three treads... I think we can also safely it's a special type of car.
Edgeworth:
Now that we know that the kidnappers were wearing Badger costumes... ...those footprints from earlier take on new, and very significant meaning.
Kay:
Oh, you mean now we know which tracks belong to the kidnappers, right!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. More than shoe prints, we need to follow the paw prints of Badgers.
Kay:
OK, Mr. Edgeworth! It's time to use those footprints and go Badger hunting!
Footprints
Leads to:
"Hmm... So we're looking for footprints made by a costume..."
Kay:
Hmm... So we're looking for footprints made by a costume... Hey! I think I found them! There are two sets here!
Edgeworth:
They both do look like possible candidates.
Kay:
This set is walking off to the west... Argh! It just stops! I can't make heads or tails of where it's headed from here!
Edgeworth:
I think we can assume it's headed towards the stadium...
Kay:
Hmm... I wonder where the other set leads? This one seems to be headed east... Huh? Quick, Mr. Edgeworth! I've got him! I got one of the culprits!
Meekins:
Aaaah! Nooooo! I'm not a kidnapper, sir!!!
Edgeworth:
Down, Kay. Clearly, those footprints belong to Officer Meekins. But our criminals were each wearing a costume.
Kay:
Aha! Maybe they came over to this garage for something?
Edgeworth:
That's what I would suppose. Officer Meekins, if you could step aside for a moment. We need to examine the garage.
Meekins:
SIR! Roger Wilco, sir!
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
The murder (after examining garage door)
Edgeworth:
It appears that this case has taken a turn for the unexpected.
Kay:
I'll say! I was shocked to open that shutter and find a dead body inside!
Edgeworth:
I suppose most people would be, since the average person rarely runs across a corpse.
Kay:
Wait! You just compared me to a "normal person", didn't you!? I'll have you know that I'm...
Edgeworth:
Sorry. I suppose I should recognized that you're a... thief, correct?
Kay:
No! I'm a GREAT Thief! And a GREAT Thief is not surprised by anything! Got it!?
Edgeworth:
(Apparently, with GREAT thievery comes GREAT loss of short-term memory.)
Present
Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Kay:
This horse is really pretty...
Edgeworth:
Don't even think about it.
Kay:
OK, I'll just hold onto it then! Don't worry, it's safe with me!
Edgeworth:
(Just so we're clear, Kay, a five-finger discount is not part of the bargain.)
Footprints
Edgeworth:
There are two sets of prints that could be from the kidnappers...
Kay:
One set is headed off to the west...
Edgeworth:
To the stadium, I would suppose...
Kay:
And the other set heads to the east...
Edgeworth:
We should follow these prints to their conclusion and investigate the garage.
Kay:
OK!
Rocking chair (after examining garage door)
Kay:
Ooh, did you know? I really love this kind of chair, the way it rocks back and forth! When I grow old, I plan to sit in one of these and rock the day away every day! But you don't have to wait, Mr. Edgeworth! You're at just the right age for one!
Edgeworth:
(Do I really project myself as someone of that age?)
Ernest Amano (after examining garage door)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Amano... This body...
Ernest:
Yes... That's my butler, Oliver... How could something like this have happened!?
Edgeworth:
(Indeed. And why was Mr. Deacon here to begin with?)
Kay:
And the other set heads to the east...
Edgeworth:
We should follow these prints to their conclusion and investigate the garage.
Kay:
OK!
Car parked in garage (after examining garage door)
Edgeworth:
What a peculiar car...
Kay:
Yeah. From the look of it, it must be the Blue Badgermobile. And it has three tires... So maybe it left those tire tracks behind!?
Edgeworth:
*sigh* That's simply not possible.
Kay:
Huh? Why?
Edgeworth:
Take a look at the tires. There's no mud stuck to them. Therefore, it must have been here since before it started to rain.
Kay:
Oh, gotcha! Good bye!
Edgeworth:
(It's a shame I don't see any other clues around...)
Garage door
First time
Edgeworth:
Let's open this shutter and see what we find.
Kay:
Maybe we'll find the kidnappers hiding inside!
Kay:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What in the--!? (We seem to have stumbled across a dead body...)
Kay:
............
Edgeworth:
(She must be in severe shock to have been the first to find it... Now then, who is this man?)
Ernest:
I-It's Oliver!
Edgeworth:
! Mr. Amano, are you saying that this man is...
Ernest:
Yes... He's my butler... How could something like this have happened!?
Edgeworth:
(Indeed. And why was Mr. Deacon here to begin with? I'd better investigate this crime scene quickly, before Agent Lang or his men return. The kidnapper's footprints lead right to this garage... ...and right to a dead body. Is it possible one of the kidnappers is now a murder victim (Victim was kidnapper? - Following a kidnapper's prints lead us to a body. Was the victim in a costume?)...?) From my cursory examination, I believe this man died of a fatal bullet wound.
Preliminary Findings data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
You sure are calm for someone who just found a body.
Edgeworth:
(It's surprising what one can become accustomed to in the span of two days...)
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Pendant
Edgeworth:
(This is an unusually-shaped pendant...)
Kay:
What is it? Is it something valuable?
Edgeworth:
(She seems to have regained some of her composure...)
Kay:
It looks like a horse pendant! It's got an antique feel about it, and it's really pretty... Hold on... This is made of platinum silver! Nice! It IS worth something after all! Ooh! and look! There's something written on the back. "Colin Devorae"... It's a name.
Edgeworth:
"Colin Devorae"...? (But this man's name is...)
Wounds
Edgeworth:
(As long as that Interpol agent has control of this case... ...I'm not going to be able to have real autopsy done on the victim. I'm no doctor, but let's see what I can piece together myself.) Hmm, there are two gunshot wounds one in his abdomen and one in his shoulder.
Kay:
So that means he was shot twice...?
Edgeworth:
No, I don't think so. I think the abdominal one is an entry wound, and the one near his shoulder is the exit wound.
Kay:
Nice! I knew you could figure out!
Edgeworth:
It comes with experience, and I've seen my share of crime scenes. (Speaking of experience... ...this crime scene seems a bit too clean for a murder where the bullet went clean through. I should make a note of this oddity.)
Preliminary Findings data updated in my Organizer.
Deduce (after examining pendant)
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce pendant and present Preliminary Findings
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
There's something not right about the name on the pendant. The victim is the Amano family butler, and his name is "Oliver Deacon". But the name on the pendant is "Colin Devorae".
Kay:
I wonder what's up with that?
Edgeworth:
I don't know, but... ...I think we've hit upon an important piece of information.
Mr. Deacon's Pendant data jotted down in my Organizer.
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence alone solves this whole case!
Kay:
Really!? You think so!? Because to be honest, I don't really see how it solves anything... You must be confused jumping from a kidnapping to a murder. Yeah, that's it!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! I can't believe I made such a large blunder... ...that even this little girl could point it out!)
Examine evidence
Front side of Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
It's the victim's pendant, which is shaped like a horse.
Kay:
It's got a real dignified look on its face. That makes it worth all the more... ! Oh no, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
What? Did you find an important piece of evidence?
Kay:
This... is made of platinum silver! That makes this thing super-valuable! I've seen this type of jewelry at a lot of stores before, so I know it when I see it!
Edgeworth:
............Kay, if you ever laid so much as a finger on those pieces of jewelry...
Kay:
Wh-What? Me? I-I'd never do something like that!
Edgeworth:
(......Is it possible that she has never wanted to steal from a jewelry store before?)
Name on back of Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
The name "Colin Devorae" is engraved here.
Kay:
I really admire people who carve their own names into a pendant.
Edgeworth:
Oh? And why would that be?
Kay:
You have no imagination, Mr. Edgeworth. Did you ever think that maybe people want to have their loved ones always nearby?
Edgeworth:
It's not as if I have a wedding band, and I have no interest in accessorizing.
Kay:
*sigh* I suppose. Anyway, you know what? More than wearing flashy accessories... ...I'd rather be engraving my name into every treasure I can find all around the world!
Edgeworth:
(A sign of affection is one thing, but blant vandalizing is just a bit different.)
(Deducing pendant and examining wounds leads to:)
???:
Laaaaaance! Laaaaaaaaaance! Where are you, sweetie!?
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but you are...?
???:
*ba-dump*
Edgeworth:
?
???:
Oh, this is bad... He's really good looking! Ack! Stop it, Lauren! You can't let yourself fall for a playboy like him! You're in love with...
Kay:
Sounds like someone doesn't know the meaning of the phrase "inner monologue", huh?
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt your... conversation, but might you be friend of Lance?
Paups:
Yes, I'm Lance's girlfriend... My name is Lauren Paups.
Edgeworth:
His girlfriend...?
Paups:
Oh, it's not like that! We're more like friends... and, um... We're not lovers or anything! We! Well, we haven't gotten that far yet! But... I guess that's how people are going to see it, so I should just accept it... I even got this ring as a present from Lance... *swoon*
Kay:
Ha ha, you know what she reminds of? A cartoon character!
Edgeworth:
N...Nnnnrrrghn... May I inquire as to why you are here?
Paups:
I haven't been able to get in contact with Lance lately... ...and I began to get really worried. *sob* I looked everywhere for him, and then I heard about the kidnapping, so I came here.
Kay:
Wow, you're really strong for having made it through all this by yourself!
Paups:
Um! Is it true!? Has Lance really been kidnapped!?
Edgeworth:
...No one is supposed to know, but yes, it's true.
Paups:
Oh, Lance...! I can't believe you've been spirited away... I wonder how you're doing right now...
Kay:
Looks like she's gonna back to the "fair maiden in love" routine... So, Mr. Edgeworth, where do we go from here?
Edgeworth:
Well, we found a body, so we should look into the murder...
Hold it!
Lang:
My men brought me up to speed over the radio. And I have to say, you really should've called. I heard you found something very intriguing.
Edgeworth:
I have nothing to hide, Agent Lang. It's exactly what you see before you.
Lang:
I'll take it from here. Yeah, that guy's really dead. Hey! You waiting for an invitation? Hurry up and detain the suspect, now.
Edgeworth:
(Suspect? Who...?)
Lang:
Officer Meekins, is it? You're coming with us.
Meekins:
What!? SIR! I had nothing to do with it, sir!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! Don't you think you're being a bit rash!? Do you even have a good reason to suspect Officer Meekins!?
Lang:
Hah, I leave that kind of stuff to you prosecutors. It's your job, after all. Like I said earlier, the crime scene isn't as forgiving as your precious courtroom.
Edgeworth:
That's your answer!?
Lang:
I know you like your logic and reasoning... ...but that sort of impractical fluff is not needed out here in the field.
Edgeworth:
!
Lang:
All you have to do is arrest suspicious person after suspicious person. That's how you eliminate crime from the streets!
Edgeworth:
But that's also precisely how you unnecessarily arrest innocent people by mistake!
Lang:
"Innocent people"? Nonsense! There's no such thing as an innocent person. We've all got a blemish or two in our hearts.
Edgeworth:
That's tyranny! I won't allow such a thing to go on unchecked before my eyes!
Lang:
Heh! Too bad you don't call the shots around here!
Edgeworth:
As I have sworn to uphold the laws of this land, I cannot allow you to take this man in. That you would arrest a man on false charges without even conducting an investigation... ...have you no honor as a member of law enforcement!?
MIB:
You! How dare you speak so disrespectfully to our Shifu!?
Lang:
Hold it! .................. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You amuse me, Mr. Prosecutor. Lang Zi says: "Every pack has its own rules." If you can play by their rules and come out on top, that is a true victory. Alright, I'll give your beloved laws a fair shake. I'll show you just how much investigating I've done... ...through my line of logic!
-- Shi-Long Lang's Logic --
Lang:
I've seen a lot of bodies like the one being carted off in my time.
I can say he was shot in a single glance, but even you figured that much out, right?
With your current gun laws, it's not exactly easy to get your hands on a gun.
Not unless you're a member of law enforcement like Officer Meekins, isn't that right?
Edgeworth:
That is your reasoning...?
Lang:
Solid as a rock! It's based on the philosophy of detainment!
Kay:
Um... What's this "philosophy of detainment"?
Lang:
Hah! You don't know!? In that case, pay attention, girlie. In my country, the criminals have a saying: "Beware of the wolf."
Edgeworth:
Why the wolf...?
Lang:
Because in my language, "lang" means "wolf", and you don't mess with me or my pack. And as for the detainment philosophy, its father is my honorable ancestor, Lang Zi.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... You'd think I'd have heard of him and his teachings if he is that famous...)
Lang:
Lang Zi developed it as he worked to lock criminals away thousands of years ago. To this day, the Zheng Fa police still trains its recruits using his philosophies.
Kay:
But "thousands of years ago"? That makes your story about as believable as a fairy tale!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Anything wears down and breaks over time. Do you really something as ancient as that can be applied to today's world?
Lang:
......You want to put it to a test?
Rebuttal
-- Shi-Long Lang's Logic --
Lang:
I've seen a lot of bodies like the one being carted off in my time.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So what can you tell me about the body?
Lang:
A lot. Even without an autopsy, I have my eyes. They teach you the basics of forensics along with the detention philosophy.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Then you wouldn't mind telling me a little of what you've figured out, correct?
Lang:
I can say he was shot in a single glance, but even you figured that much out, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I think anyone who saw the bullet wounds would come to the same conclusion.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Heh, don't pat yourself on the back yet!
Edgeworth:
What's that supposed to mean?
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Search where the water is deepest." You have to keep your eyes on the big fish that lurks in the depths, which is the killer.
Edgeworth:
Is that right? And what would you know about the killer?
Lang:
With your current gun laws, it's not exactly easy to get your hands on a gun.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It would appear you've studied a little of our laws.
Lang:
Studied? Who needs to study what every child on any street corner already knows? It's that... that......... Shih-na!
Shih-na:
The "Federal Firearms Restriction Act".
Lang:
That's it. The Federal Firearms Restriction Act. I hear it's not easy to get a gun these days.
Edgeworth:
(Interesting. That woman is the one in charge of keeping track of the information.)
Lang:
Not unless you're a member of law enforcement like Officer Meekins, isn't that right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If that's the case, there are plenty of other officers who might be potential suspects. You're not seriously going to arrest each and every one of them, are you?
Lang:
As if I would need to! I've already looked into everyone else here.
Edgeworth:
Oh?
Lang:
Other than Officer Meekins. I know no one else's weapon has been fired.
Edgeworth:
! H-How did you check every single person's weapon in such a short span of time!?
Lang:
That's because each and every one of my subordinates is extremely capable. It didn't take more than a few minutes to conduct the entire investigation!
Edgeworth:
(The power of sheer numbers...) But you have yet to check Officer Meekins's weapon, correct?
Lang:
Thanks for reminding me. Hey, you! Show me your gun.
Meekins:
..................Oh!
Edgeworth:
(What's wrong...? Why does he look so sicky pale all of a sudden?)
Meekins:
............Gun!
Lang:
What did you say? I can't hear you. Stop mumbling and spit it out already!
Meekins:
Sir, sir... I LOST MY GUN, SIIIIIIIIIIR!!!
Edgeworth:
How could you be so irresponsible!?
Lang:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! In the end, it looks like you're still the only suspect we've got. You're the one who waited here outside this garage to ambush and kill the victim!
Edgeworth:
(So you think that Officer Meekins waited here to kill the victim, do you, Lang? I think this little accusation deserves a lot more scrutiny.)
Add statement:
"Officer Meekins ambushed the victim in this garage and killed him here with his gun!"
Press (after adding 5th statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you are implying that the murder weapon in this case is a policeman's service revolver?
Lang:
I don't know for sure just yet, but it's entirely possible. After all, Officer Meekins did just admit that he "lost his gun". Ha ha ha ha! You'd think he could come up with a better lie than that!
Lang:
Officer Meekins ambushed the victim in this garage and killed him here with his gun!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You mean to tell me that the murder occurred here, in this garage?
Lang:
From the fact that the suspect was found almost next to where the body was found... ...I'd say that it's pretty obvious that this is the crime scene. Lang Zi says: "A criminal always returns to the scene of the crime."
Kay:
Hey! Finally, a quote even I've heard of before!
Lang:
Furthermore, Lang Zi says: "Successful investigations are the result of multiple returns to a crime scene."
Edgeworth:
(Looks like neither detectives nor criminals have changed their ways over the millenniums.)
Present Preliminary Findings
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Unfortunately for you, Agent Lang, that is simply not possible."
Edgeworth:
(So this is the kind of conclusion the philosophy of detainment can lead you to...)
Kay:
I don't get it, Mr. Edgeworth. Why are you putting yourself on the line for Mr. Meekins?
Edgeworth:
It's not that I particularly care about what happens to Officer Meekins.
Kay:
Whaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
However, I can't simply stand by while Agent Lang ignores our country's laws. (Shi-Long Lang... Just what sort of investigator are you?)
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately for you, Agent Lang, that is simply not possible.
Lang:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
You've seen the crime scene for yourself. And while you were looking, did you not think to yourself that it was a little to clean?
Lang:
Aiya!
Edgeworth:
So you did notice that there was too little blood. Do you still wish to claim that Officer Meekins committed the murder here? Because this isn't the crime scene. And if it was your men who led you to think it was... ...then I suggest you leave this case to the local police to set the record straight!
Lang:
Grr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Not bad. I see your logic can be just as sound as mine. In that case, let me ask you this: Don't you think it's weird that officer was hanging out around here in the first place?
Edgeworth:
Weird? How so?
Lang:
Hey, you! Your squad's not even supposed to be in this area, right? What were you doinㅎ neglecting your duties and loafing around here?
Meekins:
I-I...!
Lang:
Don't you dare give me some lame excuse like, "I found myself taking a walk."
Meekins:
But sir... I really did take a walk, sir!
Lang:
You're a disgrace. How dare you take your pack obligations so lightly?
Edgeworth:
(Officer Meekins is looking extra meek. Is he hiding something...?)
Meekins:
Mr. Edgeworth! Please! Sir! Save me the way you did earlier, please, sir!
Edgeworth:
...Officer Meekins. Please give is a detailed account of what happened.
Meekins:
SIR! Not you, too!
-- Meekins's Testimony --
Meekins:
It's true, sir! I wasn't assigned to this area, sir!
I was told to check every square inch of the main gate area, sir!
I also went looking for the kidnappers while selling dreams in the Blue Badgermobile, sir!
But! I got completely caught up in my role, selling dreams to the children! SIR!
Before I knew it, I found myself in this area, sir!
Edgeworth:
What is this "Blue Badgermobile"?
Meekins:
It's a moving store on wheels that sells sweet dreams and merchandise, sir!
Kay:
So the Blue Badgermobile is just a roaming souvenir shop?
Blue Badgermobile data jotted down in my Organizer.
Meekins:
SIR! I swear I was chasing the kidnappers down while I was being a good dream merchant!
Edgeworth:
(He seems rather worked up... Even more than his usual hyperactive self.)
Kay:
He sure seems sure of what he's saying.
Edgeworth:
Can you try to calm down and lower your voice to a more reasonable level, Officer?
Meekins:
SIR! Roger, sir!
Rebuttal
-- Meekins's Testimony --
Meekins:
It's true, sir! I wasn't assigned to this area, sir!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Alright then, where were you assigned to?
Meekins:
I-I was assigned to the main gate, sir!
Edgeworth:
(He must mean the area with the bridge and the outrageous fountain.)
Kay:
OK, then why are you here in the Wild, Wild West area?
Meekins:
That's because! It's because of a very deep reason, ma'am!
Meekins:
I was told to check every square inch of the main gate area, sir!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Describe for me how you conducted your investigation.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! Well! First, I made sure there were no suspicious-looking people in the area, sir! But! The only people that seemed to gather around me... ...were little girls, sir!
Kay:
Well, what did you expect when you're dressed like the Blue Badger?
Meekins:
I thought I had no choice at that point, sir, so...
Meekins:
I also went looking for the kidnappers while selling dreams in the Blue Badgermobile, sir!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What exactly do you mean by "selling dreams"?
Meekins:
SIR! The Blue Badgermobile is where dreams are collected!
Kay:
Um, what?
Meekins:
Sweetness like you've never known except in dreams, ma'am, like "Innocence Drops". And bitterness found only in nightmares, ma'am, like "Guilty Jawbreakers". Selling those as I pushed the Blue Badgermobile along is my sworn duty, ma'am!
Present Blue Badgermobile
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Officer Meekins, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell such transparent lies."
Meekins:
But! I got completely caught up in my role, selling dreams to the children! SIR!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You completely forgot to look for the kidnappers?
Meekins:
NO, SIR! OF COURSE NOT, SIR! I! I would never do something like that, sir!
Edgeworth:
..................
Meekins:
..................Umm... You're absolutely riiiiiiiight!
Kay:
Wow, you're good at this forcing-people-to-confess thing, Mr. Edgeworth!
Meekins:
To be frank, I'm just a little man, sir... I'm better at selling kids a few small dreams than looking for a big crook, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Enough wallowing in your own self-pity. Let's return to your testimony.
Meekins:
Yes, sir!
Meekins:
Before I knew it, I found myself in this area, sir!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How did you wind up all the way over here?
Meekins:
I was in the middle of a sea of kids, sir... But one of the kids decided to challenge me to a fight, sir! I had to run away from the child's painful dropkicks, and before I knew it...
Kay:
Ha ha, the good ol' dropkick! I dished out my fair share of those when I was a kid! It was always the best when you felt one really connect with your opponent!
Edgeworth:
In any case, you wound up here for a reason completely unrelated to the investigation?
Meekins:
SIR! That's right, sir!
Edgeworth:
...That's not something you should be admitting to with your head held high, Officer.
Edgeworth:
(It sounds like he simply forgot about his real job and became the Blue Badger... However, there is one flaw in Officer Meekins's story. But I have the feeling that he'll need some prodding before he'll spill the beans.)
Edgeworth:
Officer Meekins, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell such transparent lies.
Meekins:
SIR!? I'm lying, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, you are. If you were really out there selling dreams with the Blue Badgermobile until recently... ...then what is it doing here inside the garage?
Meekins:
Aaaaaaah! A-Actually, I had just lost track, sir!
Edgeworth:
Lost track of what?
Meekins:
By the time I realized it, the Blue Badgermobile was nowhere to be found, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Which would mean it was perhaps... stolen?)
Meekins:
And that's when I came back to this area, thinking maybe it was in the garage, sir! But that's when you found me, Mr. Edgeworth! Sir!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
A likely story! Who do you think is going to buy such a convenient tale as that?
Edgeworth:
And what exactly is so convenient about his story?
Lang:
The car getting stolen; it's completely unbelievable, even for a cover story! But I think we can assume the car was used alright. To move the dead body!
Meekins:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Lang:
You killed the victim at some distant location, Officer Meekins. And then you used the Blue Badgermobile to transport it all the way here.
Lang:
Now then, you're coming with me.
Meekins:
But it wasn't meeeee! SIR! THE KILLER, SIR! It wasn't meeeeee, sir!!!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! Wait!
Lang:
Hm? What do you want now?
Edgeworth:
We still don't know where the real scene of the crime is. You can't say we know all the facts of this case, let alone the truth!
Lang:
I told you! Truth, schmuth, I couldn't care less!
Edgeworth:
!
Lang:
Our job is to catch the crook. You'll find out your precious truth after we arrest this guy and take him in. That's the job of you prosecutors in your fancy courts with your "logic". As for us, we don't have that kind of time to waste.
Edgeworth:
You boorish buffoon!
Lang:
I think you need to leave.
Edgeworth:
What?
Lang:
We need to get the body to autopsy, and you guys are getting in the way.
Edgeworth:
You...! You would interfere with another one of my investigations!?
Lang:
Hey now, let's not forget who holds the actual authority to conduct investigations here.
Edgeworth:
Gnnngh!
Lang:
I'm afraid the one doing the interrupting is you, my ignorant little pretty boy.
Edgeworth:
Nnn...Ngwooooooh!
Lang:
Now be a good fancy boy and get out of my sight. If you don't... ...I'll arrest you for obstruction of justice.
To be continued.
March 13, 1:22 PMGatewater Land Main Gate
Edgeworth:
Nnngh... Chased out like a pair of peasants.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...Yes, Kay?
Kay:
There's something even thieves should never steal. Do you know what that is?
Edgeworth:
You really shouldn't steal anything, however, I'll bite. What shouldn't a thief steal?
Kay:
A life. It's too heavy of a burden on your soul to get away with, ever.
Edgeworth:
That's something we can agree on. Well said, Kay. No matter what we may try, murder is the one crime that can never truly be hidden. And I intend to prove that by my own hands... ...when I apprehend the murderer myself.
Kay:
Alright. And I'm going to work extra hard to be a good assistant! Let's go!
Edgeworth:
(I still never said she could be my assistant... *sigh* 'm just going to drop the issue.) The first thing we should do is locate the real scene of murder.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! The stadium! Hurry, sir! This is supposed to be hush-hush, but they found witness at the stadium!
Edgeworth:
A witness!?
Detective:
You! What did we tell about leaving your assigned post!?
Gumshoe:
Aaah! The jig is up! Mr. Edgeworth! Remember that I'm always rooting for you, so go get 'em, sir!
Kay:
Those detectives sure look loke they're enjoying themselves.
Edgeworth:
It's not all fun and games, Kay. Now then, let's head to the stadium and meet this witness.
March 13, 1:42 PMStadium
Edgeworth:
I thought there was a witness here...
Kay:
Yeah, I don't see anyone...
???:
Mr. Edgeworth! Long time no see!
Edgeworth:
You are... Ms. Ema Skye, correct? (This girl is the younger sister of my former superior, Lana Skye. Two years ago, we stood in the same courtroom together as witness and prosecutor. But I thought she had gone to Europe to study forensics...)
Ema:
I can't believe you remember me, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Of course I do. How have you been? You look to be in good spirits. Are you still studying abroad?
Ema:
You bet! More than anything, I want to investigate crime scenes, scientifically! I've been studying non-stop every day to become a top-notch forensic scientist! But it's spring break now, so I thought I'd come back for a bit.
Edgeworth:
I see.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Notice anything?
Edgeworth:
You look deep in thought. Care to share, Kay?
Kay:
With all that's happened, I'm getting a little confused. Umm... For example, what that detective said earlier...
Edgeworth:
About how we must look for the witness at the stadium...?
Kay:
No, not that. The "I'm always rooting for you" bit. I was thinking how sweet that is! It's like you two are best friends!
Edgeworth:
I think you're a little confused alright, Kay.
Move to right
Kay:
Where are you going, Mr. Edgeworth!? We have to find the witness before that mean ol' werewolf does!
Edgeworth:
You're right. The witness is supposed to be here in this stadium, but where?
Pink Badgermobile
Edgeworth:
I assume this is another Badgermobile?
Kay:
Yeah, but it's a different color than the Blue Badger's car.
Edgeworth:
Yes, this is the retina-searing pink model.
Pink Badgermobile (after talking about "The witness")
Leads to:
"I assume this is another Badgermobile?"
Ema Skye
Edgeworth:
I almost didn't recognize you. You've really grown in these past few years.
Ema:
Please don't tease me, Mr. Edgeworth! I know I still have a long way to go. But I'm going to be a super forensic scientist someday! You'll see!
Kay:
You seem to know Mr. Edgeworth really well. Are you two acquaintances?
Ema:
Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Ema Skye. Nice to meet you! I'm studying abroad now to be a forensic scientist! How about you?
Kay:
Wow, that's a great dream! My name's Kay Faraday! And I'm training to become an unstoppable Great Thief!
Ema:
A-A Great Thief...?
Edgeworth:
...Don't think too hard on it, Ema. It's not worth the trouble. In any case, we have much to catch up on.
Ema:
You bet we do!
Ema Skye
Edgeworth:
So, why are you here, Ema?
Ema:
Well, I just happened to decide to come back home for spring break... ...and then I heard that you'd come back, too, so I raced on over here! I had really wanted to welcome you back at the airport, but I had just missed you.
Edgeworth:
And how exactly did you know I was here?
Ema:
Through the power of science, naturally! Never underestimate what science can do for you! I used these to track your footprints, and I followed them straight to you! This set is the greatest! It's so wonderfully scientific! You spray this chemical on the ground, and when you shine the special light on it... ...Zing! The footprints light up like an electrified noble gas in a glass tube! It's almost like magic, scientifically speaking!
Edgeworth:
(...Forensic science has never seemed more ominous to me than at this very moment.)
The witness (appears after Ema Skye)
Edgeworth:
Ema, I'd like to ask you about what you witnessed...
Ema:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
Are you not the witness Detective Gumshoe told us about?
Ema:
Well, I did get a call from Detective Gumshoe earlier. He was practically yelling at me! "Mr. Edgeworth needs your scientific doohickeys right now, pal!" he said.
Edgeworth:
(What was that man thinking? ...Or rather, not thinking?)
Ema:
So let me guess, there's been a murder, right!?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Unfortunately. (There's a sudden glint in her eyes... But I need to keep my mind focused on the witness. Now, where did that person go?)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Ema:
This is the symbol of a prosecutor, right? But I don't think I've ever seen you wear it, though.
Edgeworth:
Well, I'm not as enthusiastic about wearing it as you are with your pin badges.
Ema:
I know, right!? I mean, I really wanted to put even a few more on today! Oh, hey! I like yours, Kay! Do you have any estras?
Kay:
Sorry, but there's only one of these in the world, and it's proof that I am a Great Thief!
Gatewater Land Pamphlet
Ema:
Now, if I calculate this out scientifically using my time scheduler... Aha! I can definitely see all of the attractions before the park closes!
Kay:
Science sure is useful, huh, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(I'm not even going to bother asking Ema how she calculated that...)
Blue Badger Bible
Ema:
Seeing the Blue Badger sure brings back memories...
Edgeworth:
Yes... Indeed.
Ema:
I remember it like it was yesterday! That was really something, huh -- the red-hot courtroom battle between the two of us!
Edgeworth:
(I don't think it was quite as dramatic as that...)
Anything else
Ema:
Scientifically calculating and think critically about this... ...then putting it in a way that transmits the feeling that I understand... Whew! Done!
Kay:
She makes it sound like she knows what she's talking about, but she really has no idea.
Edgeworth:
Admittedly, I am slightly confused by what she just rattled off...
Edgeworth:
I assume this is another Badgermobile?
Kay:
Yeah, but it's a different color than the Blue Badger's car.
Edgeworth:
Yes, this is the retina-searing pink model. (Hm? What's that off in the distance...?)
Kay:
Oh, hey! It's the Pink Badger! Badger GET!
Edgeworth:
(Badger, badger, badger, badger... Just what does she see in these silly things?) ..................
Kay:
I think this Badger has something to say to you, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Are you, by chance, the witness I've been searching for? (Sorry, but I don't speak Badger Dance.)
Pink Badger
Pink Badger:
..................
???:
Aaaargh! I can't take bring inside that stuffy head anymore!
Edgeworth:
Y-You're--!!! (Nooooo! Why HER!? Why HERE!? Why NOW!? I first met this woman three years ago. She was a witness in one fo my cases. She has since gone out of her way to pop up unexpectedly, and cause me great thief--)
???:
Edgey-pooooooooooo! Why couldn't you understand what I was trying to tell you!? I mean, really! I was trying so hard to keep the kids' dream alive by staying in character! But you couldn't pick up on what I was trying to convey to you! I'm sick and tired of that roundabout way of talking, so I'm going to just be direct!
Edgeworth:
(I had a bad feeling before, but this just made it official. Today has gone beyond the typical "not my day" into the realm of "waking nightmare"!)
Kay:
So you're a friend of Mr. Edgeworth, too, Ms. Pink Badger?
???:
You could say that. But right now, I'm just the Pink Badger, dearie.
Edgeworth:
(She may look the part, but I know better than to trust my eyes around this woman...)
Oldbag:
My name is Wendy Oldbag. But you can call me "Wendy", or "Granny", or whatever suits your fancy.
Kay:
Nice to meet you, Ms. Oldbag! I'm Kay Faraday.
Oldbag:
Hmph! What do I care about young whippersnapper like you!?
Kay:
Yeesh, I was just trying to be polite...
Wendy Oldbag
Edgeworth:
Weren't you a security guard at one of the Gatewater hotels the last time we met?
Oldbag:
Hmph! I go where I'm needed! I'm very good at what I do, unlike the youth of today! I get called in all the time to fill in when there aren't enough hands. But enough about me, Edgey-poo! I'm thoroughly dejected right now! I finally get the chance to see you again, and here you are, talking with two young girls! Men are all the same! It doesn't matter how old they get, they continue to shamelessly flirt with young girls! Why, just the other day, it happened with my Yun, who I had finally gotten to notice me. He went and got into an arranged marriage with a 16-year-old! I don't see what he sees in her at all! As they say, the permission takes three years to ripen! That girl
Kay:
You seem to attract all sorts of interesting people, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Kay, please, I'm begging you. By all means, do not provoke her any further...
The witness (appears after Wendy Oldbag)
Leads to:
"Aren't you forgetting about something, Mr. Edgeworth? This person could be the witness!"
Present
Blue Badger Bible
Oldbag:
It's like a line-up of ugly thugs.
Edgeworth:
...You cut to the quick.
Oldbag:
Only behind the scenes. I'm the Pink Badger right now to the kids. But don't you think I'd even more lovable if I kept this head piece off?
Edgeworth:
Think of the children! You're the one who wants to keep their sweet dreams alive, right!?
Bad Badger's Head
Oldbag:
Yet another Blue Badger? I've had my fill of these things for a lifetime!
Edgeworth:
Thank you for the extra commentary, but all I wanted was for you to take a look...
Oldbag:
Oh, alright. I guess I can do that... But only because it's you, Edgey-poo! .................. What is wrong with this thing!? Why is this Blue badger wearing sunglasses!?
Edgeworth:
(...How could she have not noticed all this time?)
Badger Photo Rally
Oldbag:
Thanks to this, people have been taking my picture all day. It's like I'm one of the mascot characters of this park.
Edgeworth:
It's not "like"; you ARE the mascot character. Well, one of them, anyway.
Oldbag:
But you have no idea how hard it is to be one. You're not allowed to talk at all! Taking away my ability to talk halves my effectiveness as a human being!
Kay:
You have a hard time not talking? But it seems like such an easy thing to do!
Oldbag:
What do you know, young'un!? Just wait until you're my age and then we'll see!
Edgeworth:
(Is it possible this loud, old lady was once a quiet, fair maiden? ...Hah, impossible.)
Anything else
Oldbag:
Go on, Edgey-poo! Show me anything, and I'll tell you all about it!
Edgeworth:
Very well. What do you think about this?
Oldbag:
...It's nothing special.
Edgeworth:
(Somehow, I figured she'd say as much.)
Kay:
Aren't you forgetting about something, Mr. Edgeworth? This person could be the witness!
Edgeworth:
(Honestly, I hope she isn't, but I don't think fate is going to be so kind today...)
Oldbag:
I saw what happened! I even saw the exact moment it happened! How's that!?
Kay:
So it's true! She is the witness!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* I don't suppose I can afford to ignore the old bag...)
Oldbag:
Yes, it was just a little while ago! I saw it happen right in front of me! The moment of the murder!
Edgeworth:
You mean to say that you witnessed someone being killed right before your eyes?
Kay:
Sounds like a pretty important piece of testimony to me!
-- What Oldbag Witnessed --
Oldbag:
I came to this stadium to take a short break.
As I was resting, I happened to glance over and I saw two men facing each other in that area.
Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot, and the person who was shot fell to the ground.
It was a very terrifying experience, let me tell you!
Kay:
Looks like we hit the jackpot, huh, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I can't afford to ignore what she has to say. ...Unfortunately.
Oldbag:
What's that "unfortunately" you tacked on at the end supposed to mean, Edgey-poo!?
Kay:
Well, anyway! Let's see what we can find out from this little ol' lady!
Rebuttal
-- What Oldbag Witnessed --
Oldbag:
I came to this stadium to take a short break.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You mean you took a break from being the Pink Badger?
Oldbag:
You may not think it, but it's hard work keeping kids' dream alive. You smell of sweet, your hip creaks with pain -- you even begin to dream about work.
Kay:
That's the kind of story that would scar a child for life, you know...
Oldbag:
Well, that's why I chose to come take my break here, whippersnapper! I don't plan on playing the part of the Dead Badger in front of a bunch of kids!
Edgeworth:
So what did you see while you, the Pink Badger, were resting?
Oldbag:
Oh, yes, that! Well!
Oldbag:
As I was resting, I happened to glance over and I saw two men facing each other in that area.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You saw two men...? Can you describe them for me?
Oldbag:
They looked like your average Joes, completely uninteresting and not worth fawning over. I'm telling you, they were so boring that I don't even remember much beyond that.
Edgeworth:
But did they have any special features? Anything you can recall would be very helpful.
Oldbag:
Oh, my! Don't tell me you're jealous of those two men!
Kay:
Hey, she's right. You do seem pretty worked-up over them, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
I-I'm not worked up over anyone! A-And not jealous!
Oldbag:
It's alright, Edgey-poo. Those two were just foals compared to a stallion like you. I thought so little of them that I lost interest the instant I laid eyes on them.
Oldbag:
Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot, and the person who was shot fell to the ground.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You're claiming to have seen the exact moment in which the murder took place?
Oldbag:
Absolutely! That gun made a terrible racket when it was fired.
Kay:
You didn't try to go help the person that got shot?
Oldbag:
I'm only one person, you smart-alecky brat! What could I have done!? But I took off as soon as I could to find someone who could help.
Oldbag:
It was a very terrifying experience, let me tell you!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
..................
Oldbag:
.................. Well, don't you have anything to say to me!?
Edgeworth:
No, not especially.
Oldbag:
You're so cold, Edgey-poo. But... that is exactly what I like about you.
Kay:
You sure are one tough cookie! One part unshakable, and one part scary...
Oldbag:
Watch that smart mouth of yours, missy! What do you know about my fragile heart!?
Edgeworth:
(I can tell this is an important piece of testimony, but she's rather vague in a few spots. *sigh* I suppose this means I'm going to have to talk with her some more...)
(Pressing 2nd and 3rd statement leads to:)
Edgeworth:
(Two men, one bullet... It's all consistent with that we found out from the body.) Sadly, there wasn't exactly a lot of new information to go on in your testimony...
Oldbag:
Well, if I saw the guy again, I'm sure I could identify him for you! I mean, how do you expect me to remember anything without something to jog my memory!?
Kay:
Self-centered, aren't we?
Edgeworth:
While it was somewhat useful, her testimony also presents us with a new problem...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Kay:
So, about this new problem...
Edgeworth:
What is that giant grin on your face for?
Kay:
Do you want me to show you something really nice?
Edgeworth:
...No, thank you.
Kay:
Don't be so mean! I swear it's something you're going to like!
Edgeworth:
What is that gadget you're holding?
Kay:
What you see before you is the secret weapon of a Great Thief!
Edgeworth:
...Ahh, I should have known it would be worthless.
Kay:
Aww, don't be like that! Tee hee. *ahem!* What do you think now!?
Edgeworth:
What is it doing...? It's projecting something into the air...
Kay:
I'm going to input the necessary information to run the simulation now. Once I'm done, I'll increase the size of the projection to its maximum size... Dark skies of evening, when no other bird dares take wing, one alone remains all-seeing! Now, witness the true power of a real, modern-day Robin Hood!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What is this!?
Kay:
This is a re-creation of the murder based on the info I inputted into Little Thief!
Edgeworth:
L-Little Thief? I dare say I think you're taking Robin Hood a bit too far...
Kay:
Little Thief is actually meant to be a simulator for me to plan my thefts. But I suppose if I used it like this... Let's see... Ms. Oldbag said that the two men were facing each other. And then, a gunshot rang out, and the victim fell to the ground...
Edgeworth:
Ah... So with this, we can inspect the crime scene as it was in the past.
Kay:
See! So, what do you think?
Edgeworth:
I have to say, I'm impressed by the technology thieves have access to these days.
Kay:
Well, it IS the super-secret weapon of the mighty Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
Indeed.
Kay:
Oh, but if there isn't enough information, or if something is out of place... ...the re-creation could come out a little strange.
Edgeworth:
In other words, I can use this to authenticate the validity of a witness's testimony?
Kay:
You got it! You really catch on quick, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Right now, this simulation is a re-creation of that witness's testimony... So for now, I should re-examine everything... ...and if I find anything illogical or strange, I can then ask for clarification.)
Kay:
Feel free to examine anything in this simulation in the way you always do! You even present evidence when you find a contradiction! And if you find something, I've got Little Thief with me, so you just let me know, OK?
Begin Investigation
Stadium
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Re-creation
Edgeworth:
So, you believe that this gadger will provide us with the proof we need?
Kay:
Yeah, of course! Pretty neat, huh? By inputting info like this, it can re-create the crime scene exactly as it was. Although, Little Thief was originally intended to be a training sim for heists...
Edgeworth:
A training sim for thievery!? I don't believe I can turn a deaf ear to that, Kay.
Kay:
Bah, it's for practice! Practice! It's not like I've actually stolen anything yet! Besides, we're in the middle of an investigation! So stop nit-picking!
Edgeworth:
Even if it is just "practice", I can't exactly endorse the act of stealing. Although, admittedly, this device is rather useful in an investigation.
Using Little Thief (appears after Re-creation)
Edgeworth:
So, how am I supposed to use this to aid my investigation...?
Kay:
Oh! That's right! I guess I should explain how to use it, huh? Objects outlined in yellow are things that are not present in our time, but were in the past. Things outlined in a dotted line are things that exist now, but didn't in the past.
Edgeworth:
I see...
Kay:
You can examine and interact with replicated people and objects as you normally do. You can even present evidence whenever you find an inconsistency. Oh, and be sure to point out mistakes in the re-creation with evidence, too!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Very well, let's continue with the investigation.
Kay:
If there's something you don't get about Little Thief, feel free to ask anytime, OK?
Ema Skye
Ema:
This is amazing! Just FEEL the power of science!
Wendy Oldbag
Oldbag:
What is this? Some sort of new attraction?
Victim
Leads to:
"According to the testimony, the victim fell to the ground here..."
Killer
Edgeworth:
(It's the silhouette of the killer with his gun at the ready.) Kay, is it not possible to re-create the face of the killer?
Kay:
Well, I can't exactly input what we don't know into Little Thief.
Edgeworth:
(She has a point...)
Stage
Edgeworth:
It looks like they broke the stage down (Stage was packed up - The stage I saw this morning in the center of this stadium has been packed away.).
Kay:
I guess this means they're done for the day...
Edgeworth:
Or maybe it's because a different show is scheduled to start its run tomorrow.
Edgeworth:
According to the testimony, the victim fell to the ground here...
Kay:
That's right. But...?
Edgeworth:
But, if that's the case, then we've already found our first contradiction.
Kay:
Huh? What? Where!?
Edgeworth:
If this is the real scene of the crime, there's something missing that should be here. Which piece of evidence shows the missing item?
Present Mr. Deacon's Murder notes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the contradiction!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
.................. Maybe you're still adjusting to the simulation...?
Edgeworth:
...Y-Yes, that's it. Allow me to find my bearings, and I'll present the contradiction again. (Maybe I need to review the evidence again. It should go without saying that the truth lies in what is missing from this scene!)
Leads to:
"Which piece of evidence shows the missing item?"
Edgeworth:
This is the contradiction!
Kay:
Eh? Is something wrong with my re-creation?
Edgeworth:
If this is the real scene of the crime, something specific should be here. If you think back, how did we deduce that the other crime scene was not the real one?
Kay:
Oh! I get what's missing now! There's no blood on the ground here either, right?
Edgeworth:
Right. The fact that there is no blood here casts doubt on the witness's testimony.
Oldbag:
Edgey-poooooooo! How can you doubt me like that!? Are you calling me a liar!? I know what I saw! And I saw the victim get shot down!
Kay:
You know, I don't think she's lying, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(To be honest, I can't think of a reason why she would lie to me. In that case, maybe there is another explanation for the distinct lack of blood (Why is there no blood? - Why is there no blood around the victim's prone body?).)
Logic
"Victim was kidnapper?" and "Why is there no blood?"
Leads to:
"Is it not possible that the victim was wearing a costume?"
Victim (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
(Now I'm fairly convinced that the victim was killed here. But then why is there no blood? There must be some explanation for this contradiction! Perhaps I should go over all of the information I've gathered one more time...)
Edgeworth:
Is it not possible that the victim was wearing a costume?
Kay:
So you really think that Mr. Deacon was one of the kidnappers?
Edgeworth:
I think we can reasonably assume there is a very good chance that he was. And that if he was shot while he was inside one of those stolen costumes...
Kay:
...Then Mr. Deacon's blood would be inside the costume instead of on the ground!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. Now, if only we could prove that the victim was wearing a costume...
Kay:
You'd think it'd be pretty easy if we could find some footprints... ...but the problem is FINDING them, since there doesn't seem to be any around.
Edgeworth:
(Footprints, huh...? I wonder how we can go about finding some of those...?)
Ema Skye
Ema:
This is amazing! Just FEEL the power of science!
Footprint analysis
Leads back to:
"Ema, about that method you were talking about for finding footprints..."
Edgeworth:
Ema, about that method you were talking about for finding footprints...
Ema:
Ah, finally my expert knowledge in forensics is needed!
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... Can you detect and trace even partial footprints?
Ema:
Leave it to me! My cutting-edge detection kit can find anything!
Edgeworth:
Very well. If you could please analyse the footprints in this area...
Ema:
OK! Stand back now, and witness the power of science at work!
Ema:
Hey! I found something! Look, right here!
Edgeworth:
? I don't see anything...
Ema:
Oh, that's right! Here, put these special glasses on, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
! These footprints here were definitely left by a Badger costume!
Ema:
Judging by the way the prints are layered, those seems to be the newest.
Edgeworth:
(Then... we can conclude that the victim was definitely wearing a costume at the time.)
Victim's Costume data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
OK! In that case, I'll update Little Thief's simulation parameters! I can't wait to see what we find out from this new info!
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
So the victim was wearing a costume when he died.
Kay:
And with that, we should be one step closet to the truth, right?
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I see the re-creation has changed in accordance with the new information.) We may be closer, but now, something else has caught my attention.
Oldbag:
What do you want?
Edgeworth:
Your testimony, naturally. I'd like to hear it one more time, if you please.
-- What Oldbag Witnessed --
Oldbag:
I came to this stadium to take a short break.
As I was resting, I happened to glance over and I saw two men facing each other in that area.
Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot, and the person who was shot fell to the ground.
It was a very terrifying experience, let me tell you!
Kay:
So! Does this mean that Ms. Oldbag's testimony has a contradiction in it?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I believe our best course of action is to compare it with your re-creation.
Kay:
See! I just KNEW Little Thief would be of help! Now let's see if we can pull more info from Ms. Oldbag to put into the re-creation!
Edgeworth:
For that, we must first find the contradiction in her testimony.
Rebuttal
-- What Oldbag Witnessed --
Oldbag:
I came to this stadium to take a short break.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You mean you took a break from being the Pink Badger?
Oldbag:
You may not think it, but it's hard work keeping kids' dream alive. You smell of sweet, your hip creaks with pain -- you even begin to dream about work.
Kay:
That's the kind of story that would scar a child for life, you know...
Oldbag:
Well, that's why I chose to come take my break here, whippersnapper! I don't plan on playing the part of the Dead Badger in front of a bunch of kids!
Edgeworth:
So what did you see while you, the Pink Badger, were resting?
Oldbag:
Oh, yes, that! Well!
Oldbag:
As I was resting, I happened to glance over and I saw two men facing each other in that area.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You saw two men...? Can you describe them for me?
Oldbag:
They looked like your average Joes, completely uninteresting and not worth fawning over. I'm telling you, they were so boring that I don't even remember much beyond that.
Edgeworth:
But did they have any special features? Anything you can recall would be very helpful.
Oldbag:
Oh, my! Don't tell me you're jealous of those two men!
Kay:
Hey, she's right. You do seem pretty worked-up over them, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
I-I'm not worked up over anyone! A-And not jealous!
Oldbag:
It's alright, Edgey-poo. Those two were just foals compared to a stallion like you. I thought so little of them that I lost interest the instant I laid eyes on them.
Present Victim's Costume
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Two men? How did you know the gender of the two people involved..."
Oldbag:
Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot, and the person who was shot fell to the ground.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You're claiming to have seen the exact moment in which the murder took place?
Oldbag:
Absolutely! That gun made a terrible racket when it was fired.
Kay:
You didn't try to go help the person that got shot?
Oldbag:
I'm only one person, you smart-alecky brat! What could I have done!? But I took off as soon as I could to find someone who could help.
Oldbag:
It was a very terrifying experience, let me tell you!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
..................
Oldbag:
.................. Well, don't you have anything to say to me!?
Edgeworth:
No, not especially.
Oldbag:
You're so cold, Edgey-poo. But... that is exactly what I like about you.
Kay:
You sure are one tough cookie! One part unshakable, and one part scary...
Oldbag:
Watch that smart mouth of yours, missy! What do you know about my fragile heart!?
Edgeworth:
Knowing what we know now, thanks to your re-creation...
Kay:
...The contradiction stands out like a giant sore thumb!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. It's all becoming clear to me. Let's clear up this issue with some well-presented evidence, and get this over with.
Edgeworth:
Two men? How did you know the gender of the two people involved... ...seeing as how the victim was wearing a costume at the time!?
Oldbag:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
Furthermore, I have another matter I'd like to inquire about! I'd very much like to know... ...why you failed to mention the costume in your testimony!?
Oldbag:
Uwah!
Edgeworth:
I'm beginning to doubt if you really witnessed the murder at all.
Oldbag:
But I'm telling you, I really did see it! I saw it with my very own eyes! ...From a seat in the second tier.
Edgeworth:
The second tier...?
Kay:
Hey, didn't you say you saw it "right in front of you" earlier?
Oldbag:
That was... you know... I was using the phrase in the metaphorical sense...?
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* I see our witness still has a screw loose, in the metaphorical sense.)
Oldbag:
The cushy seats in the second tier are reserved for hot-shot VIPs. Which is exactly why I go there now and again to take a nap!
Kay:
I can't see how you could've gotten a good look from there. It's so high up!
Edgeworth:
Were you able to see even the victim's costume from way up there?
Oldbag:
Well, I know I saw two people. But I couldn't really see what they looked like because they were in the stage's shadow (In the shadow of the stage - It was hard to make out the killer and victim that Oldbag saw in the stage's window.). My sight isn't what it used to be, you know. Not like when I was young. Ah, people used to call me "Eagle-Eyed Wendy" back then! could spot a good man from 100 paces away as I walked down the street, just like that! Of course, they also noticed me in a flash and tried to make their move. But I'm not that easy! I was a careful girl with a judgmental eye! Bu
Edgeworth:
*sigh* Let's return to our investigation, shall we, Kay?
Kay:
You got it!
Begin Investigation
Stadium
Logic
"Stage was packed up" and "In the shadow of the stage"
Leads to:
"Is it not possible that the victim was wearing a costume?"
Ema Skye
Ema:
This is amazing! Just FEEL the power of science!
Footprint analysis
Edgeworth:
Thanks to you, I'm able to proceed with my investigation once again. Thank you.
Ema:
Ah, it was nothing! i'm just glad that science and I could be of service!
Kay:
Pretty amazing how we could see the footprints. So what's the secret behind that thing?
Ema:
Oh, you want to know? Um... here, you can read the manual!
Kay:
Aha... Very interesting... So if I do this, I can avoid leaving footprints...
Edgeworth:
(She can't seriously be trying to use the information to her advantage as a thief... Wait...)
Victim
Edgeworth:
(This new silhouette of the victim is in a costume.)
Kay:
This silhouette can change depending on the information I input. But Little Thief can re-create mroe than just people... So investigate away! We may even find more info with which to make a more accurate sim!
Edgeworth:
Alright. Sounds like a plan.
Drums
Kay:
Hey, there's a mic up there! What kind of ninja is the Jammin' Ninja? He's no slouch, no way, you batcha!♪ You're the best, Jammin' Ninja! Everyone's always trying to thank ya!♪ How was that?
Edgeworth:
How was what?
Kay:
You know what would be really awesome? If we put a band together! I can see it now! A Great Thief and a Prosecutor, stealing the hearts of millions around the world!
Edgeworth:
The only instruments I can play are the flute and the piano...
Kay:
You can play the flute while playing the piano!? That's really fresh!
Edgeworth:
How many hands to you think I have!? Besides, I haven't even agreed to anything yet!
Edgeworth:
If that woman's testimony is to be believed... ...the murder occurred before the stage was broken down.
Kay:
Do you want me to input that bit of info into Little Thief?
Edgeworth:
Yes, if you please.
Kay:
OK!
Sign
Edgeworth:
"Battle of the Magicians: Max Galactica versus Troupe Gramarye"... And tomorrow, there will be a concert by the "hip" new rock band, the Gavinners. Not that either of these stage shows interest me in the least.
Killer
Leads to:
"There is clearly..."
Edgeworth:
There is clearly...
Kay:
...A contradiction here!
Edgeworth:
Please stop stealing my lines!
Kay:
Oh, come on. It wasn't that hard to see it coming, even for a layman like me!
Edgeworth:
I suppose. In any case, it's not possible for the killer to have stood here in that way... ...because there was a very real stage set up in this spot at that time.
Kay:
Yeesh, I told you I got it! Do you feel the need to explain everything!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... In any case, we still need to resolve this unusual situation.
Kay:
Isn't it obvious? The killer was on top of the stage, naturally. Right, Ms. Oldbag!?
Oldbag:
Yes! I remember now! The killer was standing on top of the stage!
Kay:
See! Now let me update the info in the simulation.
Investigation Complete
Lang:
Well, well, what have we here? A bunch of hooligans running amok, I see!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, how nice of you to join us.
Lang:
Well, I can't have you going around messing up my crime scenes.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, we've discovered that the real scene of the murder is here, the stadium.
Lang:
I see. Thanks.
Edgeworth:
For what?
Lang:
I'm just trying to show you my appreciation for all the time you saved me. Who knew that such a strange little toy could re-create a crime scene like that.
Kay:
Little Thief is NOT a toy!
Lang:
...You two!
Sir!
Lang:
And there you have it. You see? Big boys like me don't need silly toys, little girl.
Kay:
*sigh*
Lang:
Now THIS is a re-creation.
Edgeworth:
So what? Do you still intend to assert that Officer Meekins is the killer?
Lang:
Of course. Even knowing that the crime took place here doesn't let him off the hook.
-- Agent Lang's Logic --
Lang:
This is the real scene of the crime.
Officer Meekins lay in wait for the victim on top of the stage.
And when the victim finally showed, he shot him from on high!
That's the truth your little re-creation showed.
Edgeworth:
How far will you go to accuse Officer Meekins of the crime...?
Lang:
He's the most likely suspect we've got, especially given the situation with his gun.
Kay:
Well, even if he is the killer, at least my re-creation was on the mark.
Lang:
You see? Thank you for understanding, my little crow-girl.
Kay:
Grr... I'm not some common crow! I'm the Yatagarasu! The raven of legend!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, your conclusion has yet to be tested, so let's see how well it holds up.
Rebuttal
-- Agent Lang's Logic --
Lang:
This is the real scene of the crime.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Looks like we found the real crime scene first.
Lang:
Ha! Brag all you want, but we don't have all that free time, unlike the two of you.
Kay:
Heh heh. You know what you remind me of? A dog licking his wounds as he whimpers home!
Lang:
Well, I guess I should be thankful for all the time you saved me. Xie xie. That's how we say "thanks" in my country.
Edgeworth:
Y-You're welcome. (I hope he realizes we didn't do all of this for him...)
Lang:
But I'm here now, so I'll be taking over! As I was saying, this is where the crime took place.
Lang:
Officer Meekins lay in wait for the victim on top of the stage.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Lying in wait? How did Officer Meekins even know the victim was going to come here?
Lang:
Simple. He was investigating the kidnappers, right? And while he was doing so, he came to understand the victim, Mr. Deacon's movements.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hah! And why would the good officer want to ambush and kill a kidnapper?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You mean his motive? Who knows, and who cares. You can find that out for yourself when you talk to him in jail.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You have no respect for the order of law.
Lang:
Don't got me wrong, but I need more than "There's no motive!" to convince me otherwise.
Edgeworth:
(He's right. The lack of a motive is rather weak argument by itself.)
Lang:
So, the officer lay in wait on top of the stage...
Lang:
And when the victim finally showed, he shot him from on high!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you agree with how our re-creation turned out...?
Lang:
Like I said, I'm grateful that you were able to save me some time.
Edgeworth:
Alright, but we still don't know why he chose to wait on top of the stage.
Lang:
Who cares. Maybe he wanted to become the Blue Badger. Who's to say he didn't see the stage and decided to put on a Badger stage show of his own?
Edgeworth:
(Or maybe there's a completely different reason...?)
Lang:
What does it matter!? It still doesn't change the fact that Officer Meekins... ...stood up on that stage and shot the victim on the ground below.
Present Mr. Deacon's Murder Notes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'm terribly sorry, Agent Lang."
Lang:
That's the truth your little re-creation showed.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you honestly believe that what you're saying is what really occurred?
Lang:
Hey, you're the ones who came up with this scenario. Are you saying you doubt yourselves?
Edgeworth:
Nnngh... Touché...
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, Agent Lang's conclusions do not contradict with our re-creation.
Kay:
Hmm... Then, does that mean it all went down just as he says?
Edgeworth:
No, not quite. (I wonder if what we had re-created earlier was the whole-truth?)
Edgeworth:
I'm terribly sorry, Agent Lang.
Lang:
?
Edgeworth:
I should have you warned you that our re-creation is incomplete. You cut in quite unexpectedly, after all.
Lang:
What's that supposed to mean?
Edgeworth:
You said that the victim was shot by the killer from up above, correct? I hate to break it to you, but that's not possible.
Kay:
Huh? Why not?
Edgeworth:
Recall Mr. Deacon's body, specifically, where the gunshot wounds were located.
Kay:
.................. Actually, I didn't get that good of a look.
Edgeworth:
Oh. Well then. The bullet entered Mr. Deacon in his abdominal region, and exited his right shoulder. This is more consistent with an angled shot from beneath the victim.
Lang:
Kngh!
Kay:
Then...!
Edgeworth:
Yes, our re-creation had the victim being shot at an angle from above.
Kay:
A clear contradiction!
Lang:
You're discounting your own conclusions!?
Edgeworth:
No, this one point is the only flaw. This was the mistaken parameter in our re-creation:
The stage's location
Edgeworth:
That's right. The location of the stage was wrong.
Kay:
You mean the stage was in a totally different spot than where it is now?
Edgeworth:
Yes, the stage was situated where the victim was standing in our simulation.
Lang:
Hah! Are you out of your mind, Mr. Prosecutor!? I've never heard of a stage show where the stage actually blocks the audience's view!
Edgeworth:
I-I suppose not... But I swear I know the reason for the error!
Leads back to:
"This was the mistaken parameter in our re-creation:"
The witness's location
Edgeworth:
The location of witness was our mistake.
Oldbag:
Edgey-poo! How can you betray me like this!?
Edgeworth:
Your testimony was riddled with vague statements.
Lang:
Hey, now. I can't let you get away with bad-mouthing a very valuable witness! Besides, if you're saying that it was wrong for you to think she saw it from far away... ...then, perhaps she saw it from up close? That'd make her story even more trustworthy.
Edgeworth:
I-I didn't mean it that way...
Oldbag:
Edgey-poo! You can do it! Hang in there!
Edgeworth:
(So the wrong parameter was not where the witness was... In that case...!)
Leads back to:
"This was the mistaken parameter in our re-creation:"
The killer's & victim's locations
Leads to:
"Yes, the locations of the killer and the victim were wrong."
Edgeworth:
Yes, the locations of the killer and the victim were wrong.
Lang:
Ah, I get it. I see what you're trying to say!
Edgeworth:
I believe the killer and the victim were standing opposite to what we initially thought. It was the victim who was on top of the stage as he as being shot by the killer!
Edgeworth:
If this is what happened, it'd also explain the positioning of the gunshot wounds.
Kay:
But then, what about the footprints?
Edgeworth:
Since footprints don't lie, we can assume then, that the killer also wore a costume.
Kay:
OK! I'll try using that data instead!
Edgeworth:
Judging by the fact that both the killer and the victim were wearing costumes... ...I'd say it was a killing between the two kidnappers. That would be the most natural conclusion. Wouldn't you agree, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Hmph. Well done, Mr. Prosecutor! But that alone doesn't clear Officer Meekins of the crime!
-- Another Bit of Proof --
Lang:
I ask that you take another good look at the tire marks over there.
The three marks are indicative of the Blue Badgermobile.
That story Officer Meekins told about that shop on wheels getting stolen was just a lie.
He drove the Blue Badgermobile here and committed the murder.
Then, he used the car to move the body to the garage in the Wild, Wild West Area.
Edgeworth:
You believe he moved the body with the car?
Lang:
That's right. It was Officer Meekins himself who pointed us to the way he did it.
Edgeworth:
(The three-tired tread marks are very telling, however... ...is the Blue Badgermobile the only thing capable of creating such a pattern?)
Rebuttal
-- Another Bit of Proof --
Lang:
I ask that you take another good look at the tire marks over there.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The tire marks...?
Lang:
Yes, the tire marks. The one there behind the stage. They were hidden up until now by the various pieces of stage equipment. As for when they were made...
Edgeworth:
...They must have been made after the rain had begun to fall, correct?
Lang:
Yes, and probably around the same time as when the killer's footprints were made. The tires on that Blue Badgermobile probably got pretty muddy because of that. I say it's the Blue Badgermobile because, well, that's pretty obvious, too.
Lang:
The three marks are indicative of the Blue Badgermobile.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Three tire marks... I have to agree that the Blue Badgermobile has three tires.
Lang:
Of course! The only thing in this park that could make those marks is that roving shop.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Are you forgetting that there are, in fact, three of them? You can't simply ignore the Pink and the Proto Badgermobiles, Agent Lang.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Of course. I didn't say it couldn't be either of the other two... ...but I see no reason to drag them into this just to complicate things!
Present Blue Badgermobile
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Sorry, Agent Lang, but that's an impossible tale."
Lang:
That story Officer Meekins told about that shop on wheels getting stolen was just a lie.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Of course, you have some sort of proof that it was all a lie, correct?
Lang:
Of course not.
Kay:
Well, that was blunt.
Lang:
But, suppose it is a lie. It would explain a lot of things. Like his movements and his whereabouts.
Lang:
He drove the Blue Badgermobile here and committed the murder.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you still claim that the tire marks belonged to the Blue Badgermobile?
Lang:
It must have arrived on the scene after the ground had become wet with rain. Officer Meekins committed the murder.
Present Blue Badgermobile
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Sorry, Agent Lang, but that's an impossible tale."
Lang:
Then, he used the car to move the body to the garage in the Wild, Wild West Area.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Besides the Blue Badgermobile, there are other ways the body could've been moved.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Recall what the Wild, Wild West Area looked like. Only the Blue Badgermobile and Mr. Deacon's body were in the garage. I'd say that's proof.
Edgeworth:
(I suppose if one were to look at that place, that would be the only logical conclusion. However, my experience tells me that the truth is usually not so easily found. Is there some sort of problem with Agent Lang's statement with regard to that scene?)
Present Blue Badgermobile
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Sorry, Agent Lang, but that's an impossible tale."
Kay:
Looks like the only thing that car was selling was death, not dreams.
Edgeworth:
Only if what Agent Lang believes turn out to be true. (The three-tired tread marks are very telling, however... ...is the Blue Badgermobile the only thing capable of creating such a pattern?)
Edgeworth:
Sorry, Agent Lang, but that's an impossible tale.
Lang:
And why is that?
Edgeworth:
Those tire marks could not have been left by Officer Meekins's Blue Badgermobile! One look at the car would've told you so! What proves that the Blue Badgermobile had never been to this stadium?
Present tire
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Take a good look at the tires. There's not a single dollop of mud to be found on it."
Present car
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The reason I believe this car never came to the stadium is the car itself!
Kay:
Huh? What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
The Pink Badgermobile was here from the beginning. And there is no need for two Badgermobiles to be at any one location at the same time.
Lang:
You sure like to give random answers to things, don't you? But I'm not so easily sidetracked by such weak logic!
Edgeworth:
Arrnnngh!
Lang:
Now then, tell me why you believe that car was never at this stadium!
Leads back to:
"What proves that the Blue Badgermobile had never been to this stadium?"
Present victim's body
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The victim's body tells the true tale behind it all!
Lang:
What's wrong with you, Mr. Prosecutor? We're talking about the Blue Badgermobile! What does the body have to do with anything? Unless it's hiding some sort of secret...?
Edgeworth:
...Well, I believe we should investigate this next is all...
Lang:
Hah! Looks like you're no match for my wits after all!
Edgeworth:
Wait, please allow me to take another good look.
Leads back to:
"What proves that the Blue Badgermobile had never been to this stadium?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is where we should be focusing our attention!
Lang:
I have no idea what I'm supposed to be looking at. Perhaps you're a bit worn down by all this excitement, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
It's none of your business. Just allow me to explain it once again.
Leads back to:
"What proves that the Blue Badgermobile had never been to this stadium?"
Edgeworth:
Take a good look at the tires. There's not a single dollop of mud to be found on it.
Lang:
Nngh!
Edgeworth:
If this car had come to the backstage area and left those tire tracks... ...then the lack of mud on these tires stands out as very peculiar indeed.
Lang:
Then, how do you explain the tire tracks, genius?
Kay:
Hey! I've got it! What about Ms. Oldbag's Pink Badgermobile!?
Oldbag:
Don't be ridiculous! I was sleeping the entire time in the second tier seats!
Edgeworth:
Indeed, I believe we can rule her out as someone related to the crime. However, there is yet one more roving store, as I recall.
Kay:
Oh! You mean the Proto Badger!
Edgeworth:
That's right. There was one more parking space inside that garage. And it proves the existence of a Proto Badgermobile.
Lang:
Agent Lang, I suggest you find this Proto Badgermobile posthaste. There must still be some sort of incriminating evidence in it.
Lang:
Nngh.........
???:
H.........
Kay:
Hey, did you hear something?
???:
H.........Hel...... ...Help... me...
Kay:
Are you alright!?
Lang:
Well, this is something! Looks like we've found our kidnapping victim. Where were you all this time?
Lance:
Wild West... With kidnappers...
Edgeworth:
(He was in the room next to the one I was held in!?)
Lance:
Ran away using underground... and get lost... Th-The kidnappers...
Lang:
Hm? What is it!? I can't understand what you're trying to say!
Lance:
Th-The kidnappers... escaped... wearing costumes...
Lang:
Did you see the faces of your kidnappers!?
Lance:
No... I didn't see their faces... but... two... One was a w-woman...
Edgeworth:
(A woman...?)
Lang:
Quite an important piece of testimony. Hey, what are you guys doing!? Stop standing there and get your cops on this already. I'll even let you guys have what the kid said just now. Consider it a gift. Now, are you going to get out of my crime scene, or am I going to have to get rough?
Edgeworth:
Akgn... (Again...?)
Ema:
You're nothing but a big bully! Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! Let's go!
Lang:
Oh, no, no, no. Not you. You're a very important witness for my case. I'm not about to let you get away that easily.
Ema:
Don't count on me to testify, because I won't. Not for you!
Oldbag:
That's right! I won't either! You hear me, you young whippersnapper!
Lang:
Hey, calm down. There's no need for all this hostility. I just want to take a statement from each of you. I'm not going to rough either of you up. I give you my word. Come now, fair maidens. What do you say? Will you cooperate?
Oldbag:
"Fair maidens"...? My, you little rascal! You sure know the way into a woman's heart.
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "The passage of time is but a fleeting moment," and a lady is young forever.
Oldbag:
..Hmph! Trying to outdo my Edgey-poo with your fancy-schmancy sayings. Let's get this over with. So we're clear, I'm only interested in giving you my statement.
Lang:
Sure, just as soon as Mr. Prosecutor leaves us be.
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth...!
To be continued.
March 13, 2:34 PMWild, Wild West Area
Kay:
Looks like we got the boot again...
Edgeworth:
With Lance safe, the focus of the investigation will shift solely onto the murder.
Kay:
You mean the in-fighting between the kidnappers?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and also the identity of the remaining kidnapper...
Ernest:
Miles, my boy! Tell me it's true! Tell me that you've really found my boy!
Edgeworth:
Yes, Mr. Amano. We found him earlier in the stadium.
Paups:
Then... my little Lance is unhurt!?
Edgeworth:
He's not exactly the picture of perfect health, but his life is not in danger. He's being questioned right now by Agent Lang.
Paups:
Poor Lance.. It must've been so horrible for him... Locked up like a... *sob*
Officer in blue uniform
Officer:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir!
Edgeworth:
G-Good work, officer...
Kay:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! I thought you wanted to talk with Mr. Amano and Ms. Paups?
Edgeworth:
I do... Perhaps I should start with them before I do anything else.
Blue Badgermobile
Edgeworth:
So this must be the Blue Badgemobile that Officer Meekins was driving...
Kay:
He said it was stolen, didn't he...?
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me that you were the one who stole it.
Kay:
What the heck are you talking about!? I don't even have a license! It's illegal to drive a car without a license! A Great Thief doesn't break the law!
Edgeworth:
(This little girl has a very odd understanding of the word "law".)
Main Gate
Bald man with daughter
Edgeworth:
This man looks suspiciously like the precinct...
Chief:
Look at that lovely smile on the Blue Badger's face!
Daughter:
Aaaah! It's looking at me! Make it stooooooooooop! It's scaaaaaaaaryyyyyy!
Chief:
It's alright, dear. You want to know something? I was the one who created the Blue Badger! See, look at his eyes. Don't they look just like daddy's?
Daughter:
It's scaryyyyyyyy! It's scary because they do look like yooooooours, daddy!
Chief:
..................
Edgeworth:
Well, that was rather depressing. I think I'd better leave the two of them alone.
Blue Badger panel
Kay:
Why is there a Blue Badger here, too!?
Edgeworth:
Are you deathly allergic to him or something?
Kay:
Um... It's not that. It's more the half-smile on his face; it's really unsettling.
Edgeworth:
(She's disturbed by the half-smile? I'm more disturbed by its movements and how it managed to obstruct an investigation.)
Fountain
Edgeworth:
To think they were but a hotel, now they have their own safari park attraction. Talk about a veritable goulash of rides and attractions.
Kay:
With so many of them, you'd think they would have a ninja house! Like one of those buildings with a zillion secret places to hide in! Those are fun!
Edgeworth:
Well, they don't.
Kay:
Hey! How can you be so sure!? Oh, I know! I bet they really do have one, but it's hidden in real ninja fashion! Come on out, ninja house! I know you're around here somewhere!
Edgeworth:
(A hidden ninja house... Next she'll be looking for a lost pirate ship!)
Lamp
Kay:
That lamp looks like it's got a lot of good stories to tell about the olden days!
Edgeworth:
Oh? It looks like incredibly new to me.
Kay:
Argh! Mr. Edgeworth, you need to lighten up and get a sense of humor!
Edgeworth:
That was rather rude! But just this once, I'll look the other way.
Kay:
...On second thought, maybe the first thing you need to work on is tact.
Bridge
Edgeworth:
They say that couples who cross this bridge together will find happiness. Or so the Gatewater Land pamphlet says.
Kay:
But you'd think that they'd already be happy because they were able to come together.
Edgeworth:
Logistics aside, I wonder who came up with this tale and when? This bridge doesn't look old enough to be the stuff of legends.
Kay:
Well, some things are better left uninvestigated, don't you think? Ignorance is bliss!
Wild, Wild West Area
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Anything of interest?
Edgeworth:
What is it, Kay? You look like you've stumbled upon something.
Kay:
I'm kind of confused by all of the different events going on. First, there's the kidnapping, and then the co-conspirators of that end up in a murder. And Ms. Oldbag saw the crucial moment, but you and Ms. Oldbag are kinda...
Edgeworth:
We do NOT need to investigate further into that last statement! (Disregarding the fact of who it came from, the witness's testimony was a mess. However, it did shed some light on the truth behind this case.)
Kay:
Well, let's keep investigating and see what other types of people we run into, shall we!?
Present
Love Letter
Kay:
I guess it's a love letter...? It reads kind of bitter-sweet.
Edgeworth:
If that was all, I'd say it was nothing more than someone pining for Lance. However, the sender is the loan company "Tender Lender".
Kay:
...Aaaaand the story takes a super-bitter downturn.
Ernest Amano
Lance Amano
Ernest:
Miles, my boy, I can't think you enough.
Edgeworth:
It was nothing.
Ernest:
I'm still in shock over what happened to Oliver... ...but I have to say I'm relieved that Lance is alright. Oh, that's right! I mustn't forget to pass this on to Lance as soon as the police are finished with him.
Edgeworth:
A letter?
Letter (appears after Lance Amano)
Ernest:
Ah, the way Lance is being chased after by woman reminds me of someone I know. I almost can't believe he received yet another love letter, you know. Here! Take a look for yourself.
Edgeworth:
(Isn't this a breach of confidentiality?) It's a very simple love letter.
Kay:
Oh? Hey, let me see! Hm? That's really weird. It's from a loan company, "Tender Lender". Looks more like a collection bill to me.
Love letter data jotted down in my Organizer.
Present
Mr. Deacon's Murder Notes
Ernest:
Oliver... *sigh* He served me well for such a long time. What am I going to do without him...? I'm afraid my money will continue to be dampened by my tears in the long nights ahead.
Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
This was found on the body of your butler...
Ernest:
Oliver...
Edgeworth:
But what strikes me as odd is the name engraved on the back, "Colin Devorae"...
Ernest:
Oh...Coden Livorea? ...Veldor Dalein...?
Kay:
He's so sad that he's got it all mixed up in his mind.
Edgeworth:
I understand, but that last one wasn't even close.
Lauren Paups
Lance Amano
Paups:
He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, He loves me not... Aww, that's the 12th one! No, you can't give up, Lauren! Just one more try!
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but I can't help but feel a bit sorry for all the flowers you've gone through...
Paups:
I suppose... If they were me, then... *blush*
Edgeworth:
I believe you said that you are Lance's girlfriend when we first met, correct?
Paups:
Yes, I am, but... Oh! It's not like we both think of each other as lovers! But he DID give me this ring, so I guess we're not just "friends" either...? I mean, because! This isn't just any ordinary ring! It tastes so sweet when you lick it! Ah! It's so wonderful!
Edgeworth:
(You mean to tell me that he gave you a lollypop ring...?)
Kay:
So which is it!? Have you guys not decided if you're going out, or is it just one-sided?
Edgeworth:
"Decided"...? Shouldn't the parties involved naturally just know...?
Paups:
My father used to work for Mr. Amano. And so, Lance and I grew up together. ...*gasp!* I said it out loud!
Edgeworth:
(I don't see how that's anything to be embarrassed about...) So your father was an employee of the Amano Group? What did he do?
Paups:
I heard his job was to fly around the world... ...on Pegasus...
Edgeworth:
P-Pegasus!?
Paups:
Oh, Pegasus was the name of the airplane. The airplane belonged to the company.
Kay:
Y-You had me there for a second...!
Paups:
But now... It's all changed. My father... He isn't around anymore.
Kay:
Oh... I see...
Paups:
About 10 years ago, he rode in Pegasus off to somewhere, and never returned.
Edgeworth:
(Riding Pegasus to whereabouts unknown... Sounds like the stuff legends are made off.)
Paups:
It's been so long... I don't think I'd recognize him if we were to ever meet again...
Kay:
I'm so sorry, Lauren...
Paups:
But I won't give in to the sadness! I have to live! Yes, Lauren! Live!
About the case
Edgeworth:
About this incident...
Paups:
Incident? But isn't the kidnapping already over and dealt with? I've been here the whole time, so I'm afraid I don't know much about any other incident.
Edgeworth:
How did you come to know that Lance had been kidnapped?
Paups:
Oh! Ummm... That's because... of my woman's intuition!
Edgeworth:
You based everything on that?
Paups:
I know everything when it comes to my Lance! It's really strange! It really must be destiny...! *blush*
Kay:
Argh. She's started fantasizing again.
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Do you know what this is? It's a Prosecutor's Badge. I'm not a bad person, and I'm not out to seduce you. Come now, won't you talk...
Paups:
No! You're showing that to me to lord over me with how much authority you have. Well, I will not bullied! You should be ashamed of yourself, you evil man!
Edgeworth:
(...How should I repent in order for this woman talk to me!?)
Gatewater Land Pamphlet
Paups:
This right here is Lance's and my "Castle of Love"! It's the perfect new house for us made out of candies and sweets... But I can't seem to get the door open... Why?
Edgeworth:
Because this is a theme park, and I highly doubt they would let you live here for real.
Paups:
You won't let me in my own house...? You truly are a terrible man, you know that!?
Edgeworth:
Wh-- But I have nothing to do with that!
Bad Badger's Head
Paups:
...Aaaah! It's a monster! A hideous monster!!!
Edgeworth:
I know that it may look like a monster, however, I'd like to ask you about it...
Paups:
Oh, Lance up in heaven, lend your little Lolli your strength!
Edgeworth:
But he's not dead.
Paups:
If you lend me your strength, I can defeat the bad monster and live a long and happy life!
Edgeworth:
...I'm beginning to suspect that you are not very good at this listening business.
Mr. Deacon's Murder Notes
Edgeworth:
About what we found when we examined the victim...
Paups:
AaaaAAaaaaAAAAAaaAaAAah!!!
Edgeworth:
Wh--!?
Paups:
You big bully! I can't believe you'd show me something so gruesome! But, but, I have to admit I kind of like that mavericky aura around him... Oh, Lauren... Are you becoming "bad" as well...?
Edgeworth:
(She's off in La-La Land again, I see...)
Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
(If I show this to her, she'll probably just go on about another one of her fantasies.)
Kay:
If you're not going to show it to her, then why not give it to me for safe-keeping?
Edgeworth:
Why would I do anything of the sort!?
Paups:
?
Anything else
Paups:
Lance and I met on a street corner by the crosswalk... I was so busy eating a loaf of bread that I ran right into him! It was destiny, as people like to say...
Edgeworth:
(I'll take that as she's not interested in this...)
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Ernest and Paups leads to:)
Kay:
So what are you going to do now, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
We already established that there's a good chance that the killer is the other kidnapper. It's my duty to figure out who this other person is. I believe there is one location that might hold a clue or two.
Isolation Room
Edgeworth:
The place where we were held as prisoners!
Kay:
Hoooold it! Don't lump me in with you! I can't allow you to slander my good name as a Great Thief by saying I was "captured"!
Edgeworth:
(Not being able to escape from somewhere qualifies you as a caged bird, Kay.)
Kay:
Besides, we checked that place out pretty well while we were there, remember!? Don't you think it'd be an even better idea to check somewhere else?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps you're right. (What I really need right now are leads to the killer's identity...)
Leads back to:
"I believe there is one location that might hold a clue or two."
Crime scene
Edgeworth:
It's often the case that some clues are overlooked at the crime scene itself. Which means we should give the stadium another sweep.
Kay:
That's pretty good! Very "professional prosecutor"-like of you! And of course we'd go investigate if we hadn't just been tossed from there!
Edgeworth:
...True, and Agent Lang is still conducting his investigation there.
Kay:
Yeah, now get it together, will you, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Alright, then. To do our part, we should leave them alone and investigate somewhere else.
Leads back to:
"I believe there is one location that might hold a clue or two."
Kidnappers' Hideout
Leads to:
"The obvious location is the kidnappers' hideout."
Edgeworth:
The obvious location is the kidnappers' hideout.
Kay:
But we're still not allowed in, remember?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang and his men should be done with this area. In that case, there is no harm in asking that officer over there to let us in.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Next step
Edgeworth:
The next place to investigate...
Kay:
... Is the kidnappers' hideout, of course!
Edgeworth:
... Yes. And their hideout is ...
Kay:
... That room next to the one we were stuck in!
Edgeworth:
... Kay! I would appreciate it if you didn't steal the words from my mouth.
Kay:
Ha ha! But I can't help it, you know! I'm a Great Thief, after all!
Edgeworth:
(So the best that the "Great" Thief can do is petty theft of other people's words, huh?)
Officer in blue uniform
Leads to:
"What do you have to report?"
Edgeworth:
What do you have to report?
Officer:
Sir! Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary, sir!
Edgeworth:
(? Where have I heard such redundancy before...?) Hmm... is it possible for you to let us take a look around inside?
Officer:
Sir! Roger, sir!
Edgeworth:
(That was surprisingly hassle-free.) Are you certain? Didn't Agent Lang order you not to allow me in?
Officer:
Sir! That's true, sir, but... ...Detective Gumshoe asked me personally to let you in, sir! And I couldn't refuse a request from him!
Kay:
Wow, looks like Detective Gumshoe has a following!
Officer:
Furthermore! I was asked to give this document to you, sir!
Edgeworth:
What is this? The man in this picture... Isn't this Mr. Oliver Deacon?
Kay:
But the name here says "Colin Devorae"!
Edgeworth:
(That's the same name as the one on the back of the pendant.) It appears that "Colin Devorae" was his real name... What's this? He was convicted in a case 10 years ago and sent to prison.
Kay:
What!? Then what was he doing here?
Edgeworth:
Apparently, he broke out of jail... and then just vanished. He must have become "Oliver Deacon" to cover up the fact that he was an escaped felon.
Colin Devorae Dossier data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Now I'm not sure what's going on anymore.
Edgeworth:
(Is there sort of link between the victim's past and this current case? These police documents are rather detailed. I should take the time to give them a thorough read eventually.) It's fine. Let's focus on one thing at a time, starting with the kidnapper's hideout.
Kay:
Yeah, I agree! We should investigate first, think later!
Edgeworth:
More than thinking things through, I think you should try remembering things first. Now then, if you could please unlock the door, officer.
Officer:
It was locked up until a little while ago, but... ...since then, the door's been wide open, sir!
Edgeworth:
I'm not sure I follow what it is you're saying. Care to explain in a bit more detail?
Officer:
Sir! The door was locked down tight when they went to check out the room... ...so they got about ten officers to help out and break the door down, sir!
Edgeworth:
I see. (I guess that means I get Agent Lang's left-overs. Well, let's see what we find.)
March 13, 2:55 PMKidnappers' Hideout
Edgeworth:
So ths is where the kidnappers planned their foul deed...
Kay:
While you were tied up for a while in the room next door, hee hee!
Edgeworth:
Kay, please. Must you bring that up again? Now then, down to business. There might still be some clues left in this room. Let's try to find out what we can of the other kidnapper's identity.
Begin Investigation
Kidnappers' Hideout
Logic
"3 cups" and "Folding chairs"
Edgeworth:
This common denominator between the cups and folding chairs... ...is the number three. Speaking of which... ...the number of missing costumes is also three.
Kay:
Wait. But I thought there were only two kidnappers...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Something isn't adding up... Literally. Is it possible there is a third kidnapper that Lance didn't see?
"Broken prop sword" and "The door leading outside"
Edgeworth:
It's a bit strange that the police had to force their way into an unlocked room. One look at the pristine door lock, and anyone can see that it was not in use at the time.
Kay:
But the policeman outside said that it took 10 men to get it open!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... A door that was locked tight, despite it being not locked at all... It can only because of this.
Kay:
Oh! You mean!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it was used to jam the door. Here, take a look at the door handle. Do you see how the handle is completely destroyed?
Kay:
So that's how the sword broke!
Broken Prop Sword data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Kidnappers' hideout
Edgeworth:
So this is the room next to the one we were held prisoners in...
Kay:
You know, I took a peek in here through the door from the other room.
Edgeworth:
As did I, Kay. Anyway, if this room was truly the kidnappers' hideout...
Kay:
...Then that means there should be some clues to their identities here, right!?
Edgeworth:
I don't know if there are, however, the probability is quite high. I believe a through combing of this room is necessary.
Present
Colin Devorae Dossier
Kay:
In a way, you can think of it as he stole and hid himself away.
Edgeworth:
This man was a fugitive. I imagine that was the only way he could live on the outside.
Kay:
Well, people who do bad things don't deserve to be respected. The best way to live life is to follow the straight and narrow!
Edgeworth:
(How ironic that I'm getting a lecture on morals from a thief...)
Broken Prop Sword
Kay:
This reminds me of a saying, "Till one's sword breaks and one's arrows run out."
Edgeworth:
...Except that we are not dealing with any arrows.
Kay:
I guess not. I wonder where they went? Oh, I know! I bet it's because I already stole them!
Edgeworth:
(I sincerely hope that she is kidding...!)
Door on right
Edgeworth:
This door is thoroughly broken thanks to the police who forced it open.
Before examining broken sword and doorknob
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining broken sword and doorknob
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Hatch
Edgeworth:
The panel that hid the entrance to the underground is propped up and wide open. Be careful of where you step, Kay.
Kay:
I only fell into that other opening once, you know!
Broken sword
Kay:
Looks like a sword. A broken sword.
Edgeworth:
.........Strange. Why would it be broken (Broken prop sword - Found lying next to the door. Broken cleanly in half.) like that? Swords don't usually break on their own.
Kay:
That's true.
Edgeworth:
Alright then, let's think about it in this way: Maybe it broke when someone was trying to use it for or on something.
Kay:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Hypotheticals aren't going to get us anywhere. Perhaps we should think more on this later.
Broken doorknob
Kay:
That doorknob handle-thingy is looking pretty beat up.
Edgeworth:
I suppose that's what happens when ten officers break their way in with brute force.
Kay:
Hey, that's odd... The lock on this is completely fine. Look, not a single dent!
Edgeworth:
But how is that possible after what that officer told us?
Kay:
Yeah! If the lock had been in use when the door was busted down... ...then the lock itself should be completely wrecked!
Edgeworth:
So, the lock on the door leading to the outside (The door leading outside - The door had to be forced open, yet the lock is intact. Was it not locked?) is undamaged... How can that be?
Hatch
Kay:
Hey, there's a trapdoor in this room, too!
Edgeworth:
It's not a trapdoor; it's an entrance to an underground passage, Kay.
Kay:
I know that!
Edgeworth:
The door leading to the outside world was locked... ...so Lance must have escaped his prison through here.
Barrels
Kay:
Ooh, they have barrels like these just outside.
Edgeworth:
Yes, and?
Kay:
Well, I know I already asked you when we were out there, but... ...if these were real, what would you put in them?
Edgeworth:
(There's an expectant gleam in her eyes that I'm about to dash...)
Folded chairs
Edgeworth:
Unused folding chairs lean against the wall in their folded state.
Kay:
Wow, whoever lined these up did it perfectly! They're not even a single hair off! I'd feel bad using these because it'd be like stealing the perfection away!
Edgeworth:
(I suspect it's more like you wouldn't want to be the one to put them away.)
Blue bin
Edgeworth:
This must be where they dispose of old and worn-out costumes.
Kay:
That's so sad...
Edgeworth:
It would seem that they trow the costumes away in pieces (Costume pieces - In the hideout, there is a trash bin for old and useless costumes.).
Broken mirror
Kay:
Watch out, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
It's a broken mirror... It probably came from the haunted house. (Why is this there? Are they planning to repair it?)
Sign
Edgeworth:
A sign advertising the photo rally, something I have absolutely no interest in.
Kay:
Yeah, but I do! And I'm going to get my hands on the rest of the Badger family! You'll see!
Edgeworth:
(She definitely brings a decidedly different atmosphere to a criminal investigation.)
Table
Before examining chairs and coffee cups
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining chairs and coffee cups
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Chairs
Edgeworth:
Folding chairs, and by the looks of it, they were probably used by the kidnappers.
Kay:
Hmm... There are three chairs (Folding chairs - Three of them were set up. It's very likely that the kidnappers sat in these.) set around the table.
Poster
Edgeworth:
A poster of Gatewater Land is stuck on this wall. "Intrigue! Fun! Prestige! Gatewater Land has it all, and it's waiting for you!" ...It's not especially catchy, is it?
Small key
Edgeworth:
Hm? I wonder what this key is to...
Kay:
Hmm... You got me.
Edgeworth:
It reminds me of the key we found in the other room.
Kay:
That's it! This must be the key for one of those trapdoors!
Edgeworth:
That wasn't a trapdoor. You only call it one because you quite literally jumped into it.
Kay:
Hey, but isn't that what you're supposed to do when you see one?
Edgeworth:
I am not having this conversation with you.
Coffee cups
Edgeworth:
Cheap, styrofoam cups.
Kay:
Hmm... Looks like only three cups (3 cups - They were on top of the table. The coffee looks like it was poured today.) was used.
Door on left
Edgeworth:
Beyond this door...
Kay:
...Is where the kidnappers held you after getting the jump on you!
Edgeworth:
...Must you keep reminding me?
Kay:
But it's the room where I got to see your awesome "Nnnghhhoooh!!" face!
Edgeworth:
You didn't need to remind me of that mortifying moment either...
(Connecting all possible Logic leads to:)
Edgeworth:
I thought that we might uncover the true identity of the kidnappers... ...but instead, we've only uncovered more questions that need to be answered.
Kay:
Aaah!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What is it!?
Proto B.:
Well, well! Mr. Edgeworth, am I correct?
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are you doing, suddenly popping out of the secret entrance like that!?
Proto B.:
This is an underground passage used by staff members, sir. We Badgers also make use of it in our duties.
Kay:
Look, why don't you get out of there first, and then we'll talk, OK?
Proto B.:
Ah, I beg your pardon, miss.
Kay:
Proto Badger GET! Alright! Only one more to go!
Edgeworth:
What are you getting all excited about?
Kay:
*gasp!* Did you forget!? The photo rally, duh! See, look! Now, all I have to do is get a picture of the Bad Badger and I'm done!
Edgeworth:
(Ah, yes. I vaguely recall a contest or something of that sort...)
Proto B.:
Wh-What--!? It's gone! But where did it go!?
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What happened?) What's wrong?
Proto B.:
A Bad Badger costume is missing, sir!
Kay:
Oh, is that all! Well, it's missing because the kidnappers stole it.
Proto B.:
I heard about how they were stolen... ...but they said that only three of the costumes had been taken.
Edgeworth:
What? (Is he saying that more than three of them are gone?) Mr. Proto Badger, please tell me a little more about these costumes you use.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Anything of interest?
Edgeworth:
Kay, are you participating in that Blue Badger Photo Rally?
Kay:
Yeah. I figure since I came all this way, I might as well. Plus, I want the prize.
Edgeworth:
The prize?
Kay:
It's a handcuff-shaped notepad! Wait, or is it a notepad-shaped set of handcuffs?
Edgeworth:
Either way, they both sound incredibly useless.
Kay:
Hey! You don't know that! And I'm sure I can figure out what to use it for... Whichever it is.
Edgeworth:
(A notepad might be useful, but I don't see when she will ever need a set of handcuffs...)
Proto Badger
Leads to:
"What did you mean by "a Bad Badger costume is missing"?"
Edgeworth:
What did you mean by "a Bad Badger costume is missing"?
Proto B.:
Why, just what I said, sir. We are one Bad Badger short. Counting the spares, we have two of each costume on hand at all time.
Kay:
OK, so because one of them is walking around in the park...
Edgeworth:
...The other should be in that room.
Proto B.:
Ah, actually, both of them should be in that room.
Kay:
Huh? What do you mean?
Proto B.:
Normally, we don't use the Bad Badger costumes. In fact, we only use them during a certain event at a set time each day. It's the stage show where the Bad Badger wreaks havoc around the park... ...and the other Badgers must work together to apprehend him, sir.
Edgeworth:
...I'm speechless that such a show exists.
Proto B.:
Well, sir, I was just trying to explain to you the only time we use that costume.
Kay:
Then doesn't that make it near-impossble to take a picture of the Bad Badger!?
Proto B.:
Personally, I can't believe that it's this close to show time and there's no costume! Oh, dear. What am I to do, sir!?
Edgeworth:
All this is basically means is that the kidnappers stole four costumes in total.
Kay:
Then, are you saying that there are four kidnappers?
Edgeworth:
No, I don't think that's very likely.
Kay:
Oh?
Edgeworth:
Recall the costumes for a minute.
Kay:
The stolen ones, you mean?
Edgeworth:
What proves that a fourth kidnapper does not exist?
Present Pink Badger costume
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Take a good look at the tires. There's not a single dollop of mud to be found on it."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Looking here, you can plainly see that a fourth kidnapper is out of the question...
Kay:
...Look where? Do you know what he's trying to say, Mr. Proto Badger?
Proto B.:
N-No... I'm very sorry, sir, however, I must have missed something myself.
Edgeworth:
It's alright. I zigged when a zag was more appropriate... (It's as simple as it appears. All I have to do is think a little to find the answer.)
Leads back to:
"What proves that a fourth kidnapper does not exist?"
Edgeworth:
If you had four people, and you had wanted to steal a fourth costume... ...wouldn't you naturally go for the full set and steal a Pink Badger costume instead?
Kay:
Yeah, that makes sense!
Edgeworth:
And yet, the kidnappers decided to steal another Bad Badger. I believe the culprits needed two Bad Badger (Unaccounted for Bad Badger - A 4th stolen costume by the 3-person kidnapping group. Where's the other costume?) costumes, but the question is, "Why?"
Logic
"Unaccounted for Bad Badger" and "Costume pieces"
Leads to:
"The second Bad Badger costume... I believe it may be closer at hand than we think."
Proto Badger (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
I was wondering, if you don't mind... ...Mr. Proto Badger, how did you know my name?
Proto B.:
You're pretty famous, sir. I would think that most people would know who you are.
Edgeworth:
Famous? Me?
Proto B.:
Ab-SO-lutely, sir. You're always very active in the community, I hear.
Kay:
Wow, I didn't know you were such a celebrity, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(I feel like I've met this person before... Maybe it's just my imagination...?)
Edgeworth:
The second Bad Badger costume... I believe it may be closer at hand than we think.
Kay:
Hm? What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
That costume in the trash... Wouldn't you say that it's wearing some very telltale pants?
Kay:
Hey, you're right! Let's get it out of there and take a look!
Edgeworth:
As I suspected, it's a Bad Badger costume.
Kay:
Well, minus the head.
Bad Badger costume
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Chair on left
Edgeworth:
There are three folding chairs over on this side. I can't say they were arranged nearly as nicely as their siblings to the right.
Kay:
You think so? I think they're just fine, like a bunch of used chairs ought to be.
Edgeworth:
...*sigh* I'm beginning to think you just keep a most chaotic room.
Kay:
Hey! Don't slander and sigh at me all in one shot!
Right hand
Kay:
L-Look! Its hand is hurt!
Edgeworth:
(Hm? It looks more like something was ripped off of it.)
Costume
Edgeworth:
I wonder why this Bad Badger costume's right hand is torn up like that?
Kay:
Hmm... Maybe it's a flesh wound from a fight with the Blue Badger! I always knew the Blue Badger was one ferocious beast!
Edgeworth:
(I somehow doubt that even real badgers are as blood-thirsty as that, Kay.)
Folded chairs
Edgeworth:
Unused folding chairs lean against the wall in their folded state. The ones over by the table probably came from this stack.
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce right hand and present Blue Badger Bible
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"I believe what we have here is an inconsistency."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This is a clear contradiction of the facts!
Kay:
Huh? What are you talking about!? Are you going to fill me in or not!?
Edgeworth:
Wait, maybe it's not quite so clear...
Kay:
Even so, it's still a contradiction, right?
Edgeworth:
...Or it might not be.
Kay:
You're acting really weird, Mr. Edgeworth. Just tell me if it's a contradiction or not.
Edgeworth:
Mnngh! My apologies... (There is definitely something off about this costume. If only I could envision the truth in my head, I'd be one step closer to it.)
Edgeworth:
I believe what we have here is an inconsistency.
Kay:
Hm? Between what?
Edgeworth:
Look carefully. Our costume is not holding something in its right hand that it should be.
Kay:
Hmm... Oh, the gun!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. The Bad Badger was designed to always hold a gun in his right hand. However... You there! Did you remove the gun from this Bad Badger's right hand?
Proto B.:
No, I did not, sir. The gun is supposed to be securely attached to the costume.
Edgeworth:
As I thought. The rip itself confirms my hypothesis that the gun was forcibly removed. Mr. Proto Badger, the gun is, of course, not a functioning weapon, correct?
Proto B.:
Ab-SO-lutely not, sir. It's just a model gun. However, it can fire blanks. We need to use them for the stage show.
Edgeworth:
It seems that our kidnappers also had a need for the model gun, my dear costumed friend.
Missing Model Gun data jotted down in my Organizer.
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
I think we're about done with this room.
Kay:
So, what's next?
Edgeworth:
Well, we found new answers... ...but there are still a few things left that we have to ask a certain person about. Let's go, Kay!
March 13, 3:34 PMWild, Wild West area
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir! You've gotta hurry, sir! Come on!
Edgeworth:
What is it, Detective?
Gumshoe:
They found a Blue Badger costume down in front of the main gate, sir!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Kay:
Isn't that what one of the kidnappers was wearing!?
Gumshoe:
Bingo! That's why you've gotta come to the main gate with me right now! If we hurry, we still might be able to get there before Wolf-boy does, sir!
Edgeworth:
Alright. Let's make haste to the main gate!
To be continued.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, about this piece of evidence...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Confidence is like a soul, and words without confidence are but empty shells." You shouldn't waste your breath on words you have no confidence in, Mr. Prosecutor. Although, it's just as bad to say something in full confidence and be wrong!
Edgeworth:
Arghn!
Kay:
Are you going to let him lecture you about your self-confidence like that!?
Edgeworth:
(I don't need to be overflowing with self-confidence; I just need to think rationally. After all, I only need to be confident in the facts!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, if you could take a look at this piece of evidence... ...you'd see that there is a very big flaw in your logic.
Lang:
Flaw? Are you sure it's not your eyes that are flawed? Talk to me again when you can see straight!
Edgeworth:
(Gnnrk! Maybe this wasn't the piece I was looking for after all!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement just now stands in contradiction to this piece of evidence!
Lang:
That thing has nothing to do with what I was saying. Now, put it away! And your logic is so badly in need of repair that you might as well throw it out, too! This is the real deal here. Your courtroom mannerisms are worthless at a crime scene!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk...! You dare to insult the courts!?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Mike Meekins)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Officer Meekins, your statement contradicts this piece of evidence.
Meekins:
SIR! Permission to say that I don't think it does, sir!
Lang:
Ha ha! It's not looking good for you when even the culprit's doubting you, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Nnngh... (He must be lying, or there wouldn't be that unnatural spot in his testimony. I just have to present some evidence to prove my point!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Mike Meekins)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement just now stands in direct contradiction to this piece of evidence. What do you think, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Are you trying to buy yourself some time? Because I don't see what you're talking about. If you're going to start going on about unrelated matters, I'll just take my suspect and go!
Edgeworth:
.........!
Meekins:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Is this it, sir!? Am I under arrest now?
Edgeworth:
W-Wait, please allow me to hear his testimony once more.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Mike Meekins)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This evidence contradicts your statement just now...
Meekins:
...So what if it does?
Lang:
Wait up, there, Junior. Where is this contradiction you speak of, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
Gnnngh! (There must be something wrong with the way I'm approaching this.)
Meekins:
Maybe, in reality, you doubt me, too, Mr. Edgeworth, sir. B-B-But, sir! I'm telling you, I don't know anythiiiiiiiiing, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Now I KNOW something is wrong. Officer Meekins is definitely hiding something!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Wendy Oldbag)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence says otherwise...
Oldbag:
............
Kay:
Great job, Mr. Edgeworth! She's so lost, she's just staring blankly at you now!
Edgeworth:
Aaaangh! (Then this piece must not be what I'm looking for... I can't let my guard down. I must stay focused or I'm done for.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Wendy Oldbag)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement just now conflicts with this piece of evidence!
Oldbag:
That's not fair, Edgey-poo! I didn't have a chance to prepare myself for your...
Edgeworth:
Just be quiet and listen!
Kay:
I don't think you're going to get much out of her with the evidence you just presented. I mean, I don't think it even contradicts anything anyway...
Edgeworth:
(Since when did she become Ms. Law Expert!?)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Wendy Oldbag)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hold on for a second. What you said just now and this piece of evidence...
Oldbag:
What is it now!? If you have something to say, then out with it already!
Edgeworth:
I...I... Never mind.
Too many penalties (during investigation of Isolation Room)
Edgeworth:
(I admit defeat. I can't seem to find a way out...)
Kay:
Looks like our only choice is to wait, huh?
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! But we were so close!)
Edgeworth:
A few hours later, Kay and I were freed by the police. Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of Wild, Wild West Area)
Lang:
I thought I told you to behave! Look, Mr. Prosecutor. I'm the one in charge here, and you're getting in the way, so get out!
Edgeworth:
I'm involved in this case just as much as the victim, so I insist that I also be allo...
Lang:
Go back to running trials in your precious courtroom, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Nngh!
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of Wild, Wild West Area, after discovering murder)
Lang:
Looks like you found something interesting. I'm done being one step behind, so if you would kindly remove yourself...!
Edgeworth:
But it was I who discovered the body first! I should be allowed to participate in...
Lang:
I'm the one with the authority to investigate, so go back to the courtroom, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Nnngh!
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during Lang and Meekins's argument)
Lang:
End of the line for you and your logic, Mr. Prosecutor! We're leaving now, with Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
Mr. Edgeworth! Sir! What's going to happen to this little patrolman, sir!?
Edgeworth:
What do you intend to do to him, Agent Lang!?
Lang:
What else!? I'm going to arrest him!
Meekins:
Mr. Edgewoooooooooooorth!!!
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of Stadium and Kidnappers' Hideout)
Lang:
I thought I'd drop by and see how you were doing. And fill you in on some details.
Edgeworth:
D-Details? Concerning what?
Lang:
Officer Meekins. I've officially placed him under arrest for kidnapping and murder.
Edgeworth:
H-Hold on! That's not...!
Lang:
Too late! I've already made up my mind!
Edgeworth:
(Is there really nothing I can do...!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during Lang's argument, in Stadium)
Lang:
I think it's time we wrap up your pointless quibbling!
Edgeworth:
"Quibbling"!? A man's life is at stake, Agent Lang!
Lang:
I leave it up to you to reason through this mess later, in court! You guys! Place Officer Meekins under arrest, now!
Sir!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh...! Is this it!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
The Kidnapped Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
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March 13, 3:45 PMGatewater Land Main Gate
Edgeworth:
Where's the costume, Detective Gumshoe!?
Gumshoe:
Just on the other side of the fountain, sir!
Kay:
Was it out here in the open all along?
Gumshoe:
No, it was discovered in the tall grass back there! We moved it out here in order to examine it more thoroughly.
Edgeworth:
Then let's get down to it.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Notice anything?
Edgeworth:
You look rather deep in thought. Care to share?
Kay:
Hmm... Now, it might just be my imagination, but that costume earlier... ...I think we need to take another good look at it.
Edgeworth:
You feel that there might be something else there?
Kay:
Hmm... I can't say, but I really feel like we should give it another once over.
Edgeworth:
Alright, I'll see to it that we do.
Forensics
Edgeworth:
Are you the one who moved the costume out from the tall grass?
Forensics:
Sir! Yes, sir! I moved it as I was instructed to by Detective Gumshoe, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Is that a hint of hero-worship towards Gumshoe I detect in his voice...?)
Dick Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, was this costume found just lying out here in the open?
Gumshoe:
No, it was discovered in the tall grass back there! We moved it out here in order to examine it more thoroughly.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Then let's get down to it.
Wild, Wild West area
Officer in blue uniform
Edgeworth:
I'd like to investigate that room again, if you please...
Officer:
Sir! I'm sorry, but as for the request I received from Detective Gumshoe... ...I have already fulfilled my end of the bargain, sir! Now, I have to keep my orders from Agent Lang, and protect this crime scene, sir! Which is why I can't let you in anymore, sir!
Kay:
Wow... Looks like Detective Gumshoe really holds some sway over these guys...
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose I don't really have a choice but to retreat for now.
Costume
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Body
Kay:
It's the Blue Badger's body section. What a waste.
Edgeworth:
How so?
Kay:
Going through all the trouble to steal this costume, only to throw it away in the end... A real thief wouldn't do such a thing, nope, no way!
Edgeworth:
(I wouldn't think a real thief would steal something so gaudy to begin with...)
Silver object in neck
Leads to:
"What do we have here?"
Head
Edgeworth:
This headpiece... This must be the Blue Badger Officer Meekins crossed paths with.
Gumshoe:
Ooh, the nerve of someone throwing a Blue Badger away like this! I worked so hard to create this character; it's like my baby! How could someone do this, sir!? How!?
Edgeworth:
Detective. How about channeling your anger towards finding the culprits?
Gumshoe:
Good idea! Ooh, wait until I get my hands on-- So, who are they, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Why don't you try figuring it out yourself for a change!?
Edgeworth:
What do we have here?
Kay:
Oh, it's another pendant! That's two treasures in one day! How lucky is that!? And hey! This pretty baby's made of platinum silver, too!
Edgeworth:
(Another pendant on top of the one we found on Mr. Deacon? Is it possible that these two...)
???:
Hold it right there!
Lang:
Hands off, Mr. Prosecutor. You sure know how to cross the line, don't you?
Edgeworth:
Arghn!
Lang:
A pendant, huh... This is a very decisive piece of evidence.
Edgeworth:
How can you tell?
Lang:
Look here and read off what you see.
Kay:
"Lauren"... Hey, it's a name that's engraved on this!
Ms. Paups's Pendant data jotted down in my Organizer.
Paups:
I... I...
Examine evidence
Front side of Ms. Paups's Pendant
Edgeworth:
It's a pendant in the shape of a pair of wings. Hmm... It has a rather nice aesthetic to it.
Kay:
Hey! Nice to see that even you can appreciate its beauty! Things made of platinum silver tend to have a nice feeling about them, you know?
Edgeworth:
...I was only talking about its shape, Kay.
Kay:
Oh, is that what you were talking about...? Umm... but you know... ...if we're talking about wing shapes, I think the broach on my scarf is way cooler!
Edgeworth:
But that's not made of platinum silver, is it...?
Kay:
...It's hand-made, OK? So I'm sorry that it's not made of the expensive stuff!
Edgeworth:
(She made that by herself...!? ...It's incredibly well-crafted...)
Back side of Ms. Paups's Pendant
Edgeworth:
"Lauren D." is engraved into this pendant.
Kay:
I see that they wrote out her first name, but why just the "D."?
Edgeworth:
Maybe it's the result of poor planning?
Kay:
I guess... Well, at least if I had to shorten my name, I could make it "K. Faraday"! That was, even if you just sounded it out, it'd still say my name, "Kay Faraday"!
Edgeworth:
I suppose if I had to do the same, I would rather it be abbreviated as "M. Edgeworth".
Kay:
Hold on! I think you should abbreviate it as "M. E." Get it!? Ha ha!
Edgeworth:
(...Who would've thought that this little pendant could stir up such a strange conversation?)
Lang:
Aha! We have you now, Ms. Kidnapper!
Paups:
No, you don't understand! I... I...!
Lance:
Lolli... I can't believe you were one of my kidnappers...
Paups:
Lance...
Edgeworth:
............
Kay:
You're kidding! Ms. Paups was one of the kidnappers!?
Paups:
..................Yes. It... It was me... I held Lance hostage...
Edgeworth:
(So Ms. Paups is one of the kidnappers... But even knowing that, I can't call this case solved... or over.)
Lang:
Hey! Guys! Case closed! Get the car ready, and I mean the special one for this young lady!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Lang:
Heh. Again, Mr. Prosecutor? What is it this time?
Edgeworth:
Are you proposing that Ms. Paups is also the culprit in the murder case? What happened? I thought Officer Meekins was your suspect.
Lang:
Hmph! We found it...
Edgeworth:
Found what?
Lang:
That officer's gun. He literally dropped it in the middle of a thick patch of grass. Your country's police are a sham. Just look at how careless they are!
Gumshoe:
Who are you calling a "sham"!?
Lang:
The officer's gun didn't show signs of having been fired, so it can't be the murder weapon.
Edgeworth:
(So Officer Meekins has been cleared of all charges, I see...)
Lang:
And that's when a brand-new suspect comes walking onto the scene. The murder only happened because the kidnappers started fighting amongst themselves. As I recall, it was you who said that, right, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
..................
Kay:
Ms. Paups! Did you... Did you really kill Mr. Deacon...!?
Paups:
.................. I... Yes, I killed him.
Kay:
I-I can't believe it...
Lang:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Thanks for the confession!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, it's much too early to declare this case closed!
Lang:
Look at you, so sure of yourself. We've got the culprit's own confession and some very incriminating evidence. What more could you ask for?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Lauren Paups.
Paups:
Y-Yes!?
Edgeworth:
I want to hear it from you. Tell me your side of all that has happened today, from the kidnapping to the murder.
Paups:
B-But why? I... I'm a kidnapper and the killer! Isn't that enough!?
Edgeworth:
It's fine if you're the one behind everything, but only if that is the truth.
Paups:
!
Edgeworth:
Now then, will you tell us the truth? Or is there some reason why you can't?
Paups:
..................
Lang:
.................. I've had a change of heart. I think I'd enjoy seeing you sulk away as the losing mutt. Alright, you heard me. Let's hear about all the evil deeds you committed today.
-- Ms. Paups's Confession --
Paups:
The one who came up with the kidnapping plan was the butler, Mr. Deacon.
We knew that we could get rich by holding Lance hostage.
Mr. Amano would pay anything to get his son back, after all.
Everything was going according to plan, but as soon as we got the money...
...Mr. Deacon turned on me, and tried to kill me!
Lang:
There. Are you satisfied? She just confessed to her crimes a second time. At least you have the guts to admit what you've done. I can at least respect that much.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups... Is what you said really the truth?
Paups:
Y-Yes... it... is...
Edgeworth:
(If that is the truth, it certainly isn't the whole truth. Because there is something that seems a bit too improbable in her confession.)
Rebuttal
-- Ms. Paups's Confession --
Paups:
The one who came up with the kidnapping plan was the butler, Mr. Deacon.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How well did you know the victim?
Paups:
I've spoken with him only a few times at Lance's house.
Edgeworth:
A "few times"? That's it?
Paups:
...Um, yes.
Edgeworth:
(If they only met a few times, I don't see how they could've trusted each other...)
Kay:
But if you hardly ever talked, then how could he trust you not to steal his plan?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
That's completely irrelevant. He was planning to betray her from the very beginning. Which is why he chose someone he wasn't especially close to. Isn't that right, Shih-na?
Shih-na:
Yes, however, Mr. Deacon made a very poor choice. In the end, he was killed by the one he intended to betray himself.
Lang:
Hah! I bet he didn't see that one coming!
Edgeworth:
.........
Paups:
.........
Present Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups, you really are clueless, aren't you?
Paups:
Wh-What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
You never knew what your role in the kidnapping was, nor do you know who you really are. But I do, and I can show you with this piece of evidence!
Paups:
Why are you showing this to me...?
Lang:
So what about the pendant!?
Edgeworth:
This horse pendant, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!
Present Ms. Paups's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"These two pendants resemble each other, wouldn't you agree?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Does that really have anything to do with the pendant?
Lang:
What the heck, of course not!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose not. (There is something that is very clearly connected to this pendant! And this pendant is the key that will open the door to the truth.)
Leads back to:
"This horse pendant, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!"
Present Ms. Paups's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Paups:
Why are you showing this to me...?
Lang:
So what about the pendant!?
Edgeworth:
This pair of wings, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!
Present Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"These two pendants resemble each other, wouldn't you agree?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Does that really have anything to do with the pendant?
Lang:
What the heck, of course not!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose not. (There is something that is very clearly connected to this pendant! And this pendant is the key that will open the door to the truth.)
Leads back to:
"This pair of wings, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!"
Paups:
We knew that we could get rich by holding Lance hostage.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You knew? How did you know something like that?
Paups:
Aah! Oh, no! What should I do...?
Edgeworth:
............Kay, what's wrong with her now?
Kay:
Come on, isn't it obvious!? You're making your scary face again, that's why! Why don't you try asking her in a nicer, more gentle way?
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Paups:
No, stop it, Lauren! You're always like this! You always fall for the stern-looking one... That's why you'll always be unhappy!
Kay:
............Or maybe that's it. She's been bewitched by your icy glare.
Edgeworth:
Mind your own business, Kay. ...Now then, Ms. Paups, let's continue with your testimony.
Paups:
Oh! Y-Yes, of course!
Paups:
Mr. Amano would pay anything to get his son back, after all.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why did you believe that?
Paups:
Anyone who knows Mr. Amano would think the same...
Kay:
I bet Lance is that old man's greatest "treasure".
Edgeworth:
(I suppose he would be to a doting father like Mr. Amano.)
Paups:
I always figured that was it, too. And I was always envious of Lance for it.
Kay:
Oh... Because your dad's...
Paups:
I got this pendant from my father... And I believe that as long as I have this, I'll find my father again someday. He'll welcome me into his arms, riding on the back of Pegasus.
Edgeworth:
(That pendant... She must truly believe it or be the wings of Pegasus.)
Paups:
Everything was going according to plan, but as soon as we got the money...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Would you mind telling us a little about the plan itself?
Paups:
Well.. First, we captured Lance...
Kay:
Ooh, how did you do that?
Paups:
Um... That... Well, Mr. Deacon did that on his own, so I don't quite know...
Kay:
Bah. And here I thought you knew how to steal people away.
Edgeworth:
(I shudder to think what she would do with such knowledge..)
Paups:
Sorry, I really don't know, but somehow, Mr. Deacon was able to contain him. All we had to do after that was wait for the ransom to be paid, but...
Paups:
...Mr. Deacon turned on me, and tried to kill me!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why do you think he did?
Paups:
I have no idea. But maybe he had planned on doing so from the very beginning.
Kay:
...Ms. Paups...
Paups:
..................
Edgeworth:
(Wait. Mr. Deacon planned to kill Ms. Paups from the very beginning...? Was that ever really likely to happen? What should I do? Should I raise an objection?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"I'm sorry, but I don't think what you just claimed is all that likely."
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(No, I shouldn't show my hand this early on. Let's see where the rest of this testimony takes me first.)
Lang:
Hah, I see kidnappers also weep when they get stabbed in the back. Even as you betray the one you claim to "love" the most!
Paups:
That's... No... You don't understand...
Lang:
What's there to understand?
Paups:
............
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but I don't think what you just claimed is all that likely.
Paups:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
I don't think Mr. Deacon would have ever been capable of killing you.
Paups:
But why!? We were total strangers! It's not uncommon for people to kill each other over money...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups, you really are clueless, aren't you?
Paups:
Wh-What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
You never knew what your role in the kidnapping was, nor do you know who you really are. But I do, and I can show you with this piece of evidence! This proves that Mr. Deacon wouldn't have been able to bring himself to kill Ms. Paups!
Present Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Why are you showing this to me...?
Lang:
So what about the pendant!?
Edgeworth:
This horse pendant, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!
Present Ms. Paups's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"These two pendants resemble each other, wouldn't you agree?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Does that really have anything to do with the pendant?
Lang:
What the heck, of course not!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose not. (There is something that is very clearly connected to this pendant! And this pendant is the key that will open the door to the truth.)
Leads back to:
"This horse pendant, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!"
Present Ms. Paups's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Why are you showing this to me...?
Lang:
So what about the pendant!?
Edgeworth:
This pair of wings, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!
Present Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"These two pendants resemble each other, wouldn't you agree?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Does that really have anything to do with the pendant?
Lang:
What the heck, of course not!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose not. (There is something that is very clearly connected to this pendant! And this pendant is the key that will open the door to the truth.)
Leads back to:
"This pair of wings, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Paups! You don't know, do you? But this piece of evidence will tell you exactly who you really are!
Paups:
............Looking at it, I still don't feel anything within me at all! But now, I REALLY feel like I don't know anything!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Are you sure the one who doesn't know anything isn't you?
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (I guess this wasn't... Alright, I should calm down and listen to Ms. Paups's testimony once more... ...and take another good look at what is in my Organizer.)
Lang:
Hah, I see kidnappers also weep when they get stabbed in the back. Even as you betray the one you claim to "love" the most!
Paups:
That's... No... You don't understand...
Lang:
What's there to understand?
Paups:
............
Present Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups, you really are clueless, aren't you?
Paups:
Wh-What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
You never knew what your role in the kidnapping was, nor do you know who you really are. But I do, and I can show you with this piece of evidence!
Paups:
Why are you showing this to me...?
Lang:
So what about the pendant!?
Edgeworth:
This horse pendant, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!
Present Ms. Paups's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"These two pendants resemble each other, wouldn't you agree?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Does that really have anything to do with the pendant?
Lang:
What the heck, of course not!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose not. (There is something that is very clearly connected to this pendant! And this pendant is the key that will open the door to the truth.)
Leads back to:
"This horse pendant, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!"
Present Ms. Paups's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Paups:
Why are you showing this to me...?
Lang:
So what about the pendant!?
Edgeworth:
This pair of wings, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!
Present Mr. Deacon's Pendant
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"These two pendants resemble each other, wouldn't you agree?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Does that really have anything to do with the pendant?
Lang:
What the heck, of course not!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose not. (There is something that is very clearly connected to this pendant! And this pendant is the key that will open the door to the truth.)
Leads back to:
"This pair of wings, along with this piece of evidence, shows who you really are!"
Kay:
............
Edgeworth:
What's wrong, Kay?
Kay:
I can't believe she was betrayed... I... kinda feel sorry for her.
Edgeworth:
(I feel a little sorry for her, too, however, I also wish she would tell us the whole truth. Because there is something that seems a bit too improbable in her confession. But I'll give it another careful listen and see.)
Edgeworth:
These two pendants resemble each other, wouldn't you agree?
Kay:
Hey, you're right! They're the same color, and they're even made of the same material!
Edgeworth:
I believe that these two pendants are actually one.
Paups:
Ehhhh!?
Edgeworth:
Shall we give it a try?
Kay:
Wow! It's...! It's totally Pegasus!
Paups:
B-But why!? Why does my pendant match up with Mr. Deacon's!?
Edgeworth:
You're a smart lady. I'm sure you can imagine why that might be.
Paups:
Wh--! No! That can't be!
Lang:
So the two make a set. Heh! It's just another trinket. It's not as though this changes anything!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You lack imagination, Agent Lang. Very well, I'll show you with this evidence! This is the piece of evidence that gives meaning to the Pegasus pendant!
Present Colin Devorae Dossier
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
""Oliver Deacon" was just an alias for this man."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence clearly does not demonstrate the meaning behind the pendant.
Kay:
And? So what?
Edgeworth:
...Hold your horses. I believe there might exist a piece of evidence that can better explain the meaning...
Lang:
You "believe there might"? If you have it, why are you playing coy with it!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh! Very well then, prepare yourself!
Leads back to:
"This is the piece of evidence that gives meaning to the Pegasus pendant!"
Edgeworth:
"Oliver Deacon" was just an alias for this man. His real name was "Colin Devorae", the name that is etched on the horse pendant.
Lang:
What!? An alias!?
Edgeworth:
I suppose he had to hide the fact that he was a felon somehow in order to live. And it makes sense, given what is written in Mr. Devorae's dossier. But what I really wanted to point out was this. This specific section is what reveals the true meaning behind those pendants!
Present "sole daughter"
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Devorae had one daughter."
Present mugshot
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I'm sure I'm not the only one who recognizes this face.
Kay:
...Isn't that the murder victim?
Edgeworth:
Precisely.
Lang:
And? Don't tell me that's it?
Edgeworth:
...I still have yet to figure it all out. (The truth is buried in here somewhere! I just need to read it in a little more detail!)
Leads back to:
"This specific section is what reveals the true meaning behind those pendants!"
Present "Colin Devorae"
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
His real name was "Colin Devorae", the name that is etched on the horse pendant.
Lang:
What the--!? Do you pay attention to what you say!? You just told us about his alias a few seconds ago! And in the exact same words!
Edgeworth:
Knngh! (Written in here is something other than the victim's real name that is very important.)
Leads back to:
"This specific section is what reveals the true meaning behind those pendants!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to take a look at around this area...
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "The timid never reach the land of Truth." You'll have to be more specific than that if you want to convince me!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! Do I have to spell it out for you? Alright then, I'll direct you to the exact section.
Leads back to:
"This specific section is what reveals the true meaning behind those pendants!"
Edgeworth:
Mr. Devorae had one daughter. And her name is Lauren Paups.
Paups:
That's a lie! That person was not my father!
Edgeworth:
He couldn't come out and tell you he was your father because he was in hiding. However, I believe he was trying to secretly watch over you.
Paups:
..................
Edgeworth:
Do you still believe that a man like that could kill the daughter he was separated from? Or even, that such a man would allow his daughter to get involved in a kidnapping plot?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Ha ha ha ha!
Edgeworth:
And what is so funny, Agent Lang?
Lang:
You're good at making things up in your head and deciding it's the truth, aren't you?
Edgeworth:
What are you trying to say?
Lang:
Your thinking is much too innocent. After all, I've thought of another possibility.
Edgeworth:
Is that so? Well, let's hear it.
-- Another Possibility --
Lang:
I'll grant you that the two of them are father and daughter.
But, isn't it possible that they both knew that fact?
It was no coincidence that the reunited pair became involved in the house of Amano.
And the two of them made good use of their meetings to plan this little kidnapping.
Wouldn't you say my scenario is perfectly probable as well?
Edgeworth:
(So this is his version of how things might have been...)
Lang:
You don't have any proof that either one didn't know of their true relationship, right?
Kay:
You mean they knowingly committed the kidnapping as father and daughter?
Lang:
That's right. As one really rotten family!
Edgeworth:
(Is that really what happened? I had better take a long, hard look at the evidence.)
Rebuttal
-- Another Possibility --
Lang:
I'll grant you that the two of them are father and daughter.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. And what father would ever willingly kill his own daughter?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
I've seen a lot of things in my travels... ..and I can tell you that being related by blood is sometimes proof of nothing.
Lang:
But, isn't it possible that they both knew that fact?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You think they knew?
Lang:
Yeah, I don't think only the victim knew. I think the girl realized it as well. They both knew who the other person was, but they had to pretend that they didn't!
Edgeworth:
Because he was on the lam?
Lang:
You got it. The victim couldn't exactly go around flaunting who he was. Furthermore...
Lang:
It was no coincidence that the reunited pair became involved in the house of Amano.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
One as a butler, and one as the friend of the son, you mean?
Lang:
They probably thought that was their best shot.
Edgeworth:
Is that what you honestly believe?
Lang:
Of course.
Lang:
And the two of them made good use of their meetings to plan this little kidnapping.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You mean how they plotted to commit this crime as blood relatives?
Lang:
Can you think of a better partner? They're certainly a clever pair.
Edgeworth:
The butler and the girlfriend. No one would ever suspect that they were, in fact, family.
Lang:
Yes, from the very beginning, they painstakingly practiced those roles well.
Present Stolen Costumes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"This kidnapping wasn't planned by just two people alone."
Lang:
Wouldn't you say my scenario is perfectly probable as well?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I believe you're being a bit too over-confident for someone with no evidence.
Lang:
Am I? Because I don't see you presenting any evidence to the contrary.
Edgeworth:
Mnngh... (Without evidence to counter him, we're stuck at a draw.)
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang isn't wrong: his scenario is certainly a probable one.)
Kay:
You'd better hurry up and do something, or Lauren's gonna wind up looking really bad.
Edgeworth:
I know, but first thing's first. Is Agent Lang's line of logic factually correct...? (Did the two of them really knowingly commit the crime as father and daughter?)
Edgeworth:
This kidnapping wasn't planned by just two people alone.
Lang:
And what kind of proof do you have of that!?
Edgeworth:
Quite simply, there were three kidnappers.
Lang:
Three!?
Edgeworth:
Four costumes were stolen from the Wild, Wild West area's backroom. We found one of them in the kidnappers' hideout. But as for the other three, we can assume they were being worn by three different people. We also found a set of three cups and three folding chairs that were used in the hideout. It all clearly points to a three-man group! And I believe this third person is the real mastermind behind the kidnapping!
Lang:
Wh-Who!? Who is this mastermind!?
Edgeworth:
I present to you, the brains behind the kidnapping!
Present Lance Amano profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Lance Amano!?"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The real puppet-master of this kidnapping is this person. I can think of no one else.
Paups:
...?
Kay:
......?
Lang:
I can think of no one else with such faulty logic as you, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Nngh! It wasn't this person...!? (Thinking back, there really is only one person the third kidnapper could be!)
Lang:
Well, who is it? Who is the mastermind behind it all?
Leads back to:
"I present to you, the brains behind the kidnapping!"
Lang:
Lance Amano!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, this abduction was, in fact, schemed up by Lance himself! Recall what he said when he appeared before us.
Lang:
Did you see the faces of your kidnappers!?
Lance:
No... I didn't see their faces... but... two... One was a w-woman...
Edgeworth:
However, there were three kidnappers, which is in direct contradiction to what he said.
Lance:
But, but... I know I only saw two people...
Lang:
This guy was being held hostage. It's possible he couldn't see all three of them.
Edgeworth:
Ah, yes, about when you were being held... I have my doubts about what happened then. Lance, would you mind telling us what happened while you were being held captive?
Lance:
I really don't remember much anymore... Honest... But if I don't tell you at least something, you won't believe me at all, will you?
-- Lance's Testimony --
Lance:
I was kidnapped yesterday morning.
They had me shut in that room, blindfolded, the entire time.
But the kidnappers suddenly disappeared around the time I heard rain falling outside.
My hands were cuffed, but it was a stroke of luck that they left me alone.
I made my escape and ran away from that room as fast as I could.
Edgeworth:
Through the underground passageway, I presume...?
Lance:
............
Lang:
Are you OK?
Lance:
Sorry, I really didn't want to recall that horrible ordeal, but... ...but now you believe me, right?
Edgeworth:
No, not quite yet.
Lance:
Aaah! How can you not!? Why do you look at me with icy daggers in your eyes?
Lang:
Because he's a prosecutor. and because they're all like that.
Edgeworth:
I'll have you know, Agent Lang, a prosecutor's eyes are for discerning the truth. And should they be interpreted to be cruel at times, then so be it.
Lang:
............Tch.
Edgeworth:
(There is a sticking point in Lance's testimony. Let's see what he offers up when I push a little.)
Rebuttal
-- Lance's Testimony --
Lance:
I was kidnapped yesterday morning.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Can you tell us about when you were abducted in a little more detail?
Lance:
It was a strange morning. I felt like I was right in the middle of a great calm.
Edgeworth:
And where were you when you experienced this... calm?
Lance:
Our family garden, of course! Where else could it have been!?
Edgeworth:
(Well! Excuse me for asking! This child is more princess than prince...)
Lance:
I was out taking a walk to shake off the morning blah. Then, out of the blue, someone from behind clamps a hand over my mouth.
Edgeworth:
You didn't see your attacker?
Lance:
They must've used some drug to knock me out. Because before I knew it, I was off in La-La Land again. When I woke up, I was in kidnappers' hideout already, all tied up.
Lance:
They had me shut in that room, blindfolded, the entire time.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By "that room", you mean the room in the kidnappers' hideout, correct?
Lance:
Yes, but I was blindfolded the whole time, so I didn't know that until I made my escape.
Edgeworth:
Then, you were in the same room as your kidnappers?
Lance:
They spoke in hushed tones, but I could catch bits of their conversation. It was definitely two people, and one of them was definitely a woman. I was so scared. I could tell they were nearby, so I didn't dare make a move.
Lance:
But the kidnappers suddenly disappeared around the time I heard rain falling outside.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The kidnappers disappeared?
Lance:
The room fell into a sudden silence. I had been left behind like an unwanted mutt.
Edgeworth:
And what do you mean by "unwanted mutt"?
Kay:
What a pointless question. It's not like he's going to tell you anything new, you know.
Lance:
It's a poetic smile, You should learn how to use them, too. You may look refined on the outside... ...but it's no good if you're not refined on the inside as well.
Lance:
My hands were cuffed, but it was a stroke of luck that they left me alone.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Then, those cuffs on your wrists... I suppose you are still cuffed, in that case.
Lance:
I am well aware of how I am chained to reality. I couldn't find the key, so I'm afraid that I'm stuck like this. Even thought I escaped from that jail cell, I will forever be a prisoner.
Lance:
I made my escape and ran away from that room as fast as I could.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How did you manage to escape?
Lance:
I wanted to just get out of there, but the door leading outside was locked. Which is why I had to use the underground passageway to make my escape.
Edgeworth:
(I remember our escape to be equally as hard... This is an invaluable piece of testimony. I mustn't let it go unexamined.)
Add statement:
"The door leading outside was locked tight, so I had to use the underground passageway."
Lance:
The door leading outside was locked tight, so I had to use the underground passageway.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By "underground passageway", you mean the one the staff uses to travel unnoticed?
Lance:
I suppose that's what it's for, but I didn't run into any staff members on my way out. And once I was up top, I was busy trying to find a member of the police.
Edgeworth:
And that is when you found us congregated at the stadium, I suppose? Let me ask you, then. How did you get ahold of the key to the underground door?
Lance:
That was easy. It was hanging right there in the room on the wall.
Edgeworth:
(I do recall a key hanging on the wall right beside the table...)
Present Broken Prop Sword
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say that the door leading out was locked, but was it really?"
Kay:
Boy does that bring back memories of our situation and how we made our escape.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. And although the door in the floor of our room left to an underground room... ...the door in the floor of the room next door had a secret passageway.
Kay:
A secret passage under a theme park! Ooh, that just sounds like so much fun!
Edgeworth:
(I wonder... Is there something off about the way Lance made his escape...?)
Edgeworth:
You say that the door leading out was locked, but was it really?
Lance:
!
Lang:
We're talking about that room behind the saloon front, right? Look, I heard that it took quite a few men to get that thing open. Right, Shih-na?
Shih-na:
Yes, that's correct.
Edgeworth:
Then, take a look at this!
Lang:
What is that? A sword? It's not an especially reliable one if it's broken like that!
Edgeworth:
Allow me to start from the end. My conclusion is that the door was never locked. It was simply held shut by this sword, which was used to jam the handle.
Lance:
!
Edgeworth:
Lance, even though your hands were cuffed together, you could still use them. If that's the case, then why did you not just simply remove the sword and escape?
Lance:
Wh-Why didn't I...? I was disoriented... Yes, that's it! I didn't notice it!
Edgeworth:
As if I should accept such a bold-faced lie! You locked yourself in that room because you had to make yourself look like the victim. But you did not, in fact, possess the key to the door. That is why you used the prop sword to improvise and create a prison of your very own!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You've been making this guy out to be one of the kidnappers for some time now. I wonder if you've forgotten something very important along the way.
Edgeworth:
And what would that be?
Lang:
A motive! What else!? Do you honestly think that an upright, pure boy like him... ...would hatch up a completely pointless scheme such as kidnapping himself!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This proves that Lance did indeed have a motive to commit this crime!
Present Love Letter
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"To put it simply, Lance has a very urgent need... for money."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
That is this boy's motive!? You lawyer-types sure have active imaginations! That type of flimsy logic may work in court, but it'll never stand up to my strict scrutiny!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! This wolf's bite is far worse than his bark...
Lance:
Hmph! Serves you right!
Lang:
Look, this boy has no motive whatsoever!
Edgeworth:
That's where you're wrong. And I have the evidence to prove it.
Leads back to:
"This proves that Lance did indeed have a motive to commit this crime!"
Edgeworth:
To put it simply, Lance has a very urgent need... for money. This is hardly your typical love letter. It is, in fact, a collections bill. It appears our upstanding boy has accumulated quite a debt. Isn't that right, Lance?
Lance:
Uuugh...
Kay:
Looks like it's hard being the son of a rich man, too. It must be rough when you have to resort to stealing from your own old man, huh.
Lance:
Gnn! A-Alright! I give up! I abducted myself.
Paups:
Lance!
Lance:
It's over, Lolli. In this life, we really are bound to our fates after all. All I wanted was to go with you to a new town, somewhere where no one would know us. I wanted us to be well off with that $1 million, but now... that dream's over.
Paups:
Oh, Lance!
Edgeworth:
Then, you are giving yourself up?
Lance:
Yes. I had planned to run away from this world with my Lolli. Oliver even helped us with the plan, but then, he had to go and stab us in the back!
Edgeworth:
He turned on you?
Lance:
Maybe he didn't want to split the ransom money. That's my guess. It happened almost right after you made the drop-off. When we were alone, he attacked me all of a sudden. After a brief struggle, I was able to contain him and keep him under control. We left him inside that room as Lolli and I made our escape. We wore different costumes and split up. Lolli left first in the Blue Badger costume. 
Edgeworth:
(That would mean the person Officer Meekins saw was Ms. Paups.)
Lance:
But right then, the old man just had to wake up! I was careless, and he tackled me pretty hard from behind. Then, Oliver put on a Bad Badger costume... ...took the suitcase with the million dollars and ran! I contacted Lolli right away, and warned her that he had a gun. They had no idea that they were related, so I thought that is could only end badly.
Paups:
I still don't believe it! That person was not my father! Because... Because if he was... I... I just killed my own father!
Edgeworth:
!
Lance:
Lolli! Then... Then it really was you...?
-- Chain of Events --
Paups:
That man was not my father! I mean... Because... at the stadium...
...there was a Bad Badger pulling the suitcase with the $1 million in it.
But that Badger pointed his gun at me, aiming to shoot me dead!
That's why I... I used the gun I got from Lance...!
There was a gunshot, the other person crumpled to the ground, and I ran, scared for my life.
Lang:
I think the big picture is finally coming into focus, don't you?
Lance:
Lolli... Forgive me. I didn't think it would turn into something so frightening. If only... If only I could've protected you!
Kay:
So... Ms. Paups... She shot her own dad without even knowing who he really was?
Edgeworth:
If what she says is true...
Kay:
Are you saying she's lying? But why would she lie about something like that!? What purpose would it serve!?
Edgeworth:
You would be surprised how often people lie without even realizing it themselves, Kay.
Kay:
Huh? What's that supposed to mean?
Edgeworth:
What I mean is, listen very carefully to her confession once more and you'll see.
Rebuttal
-- Chain of Events --
Paups:
That man was not my father! I mean... Because... at the stadium...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Please calm down and let's slowly talk through this.
Paups:
But! I...!
Edgeworth:
All you have to do is simply tell us what happened at the stadium. Leave it to us to search out the truth. Can you do that for me?
Paups:
.........! A-Alright. So... at the stadium...
Paups:
...there was a Bad Badger pulling the suitcase with the $1 million in it.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That was the ransom money, wasn't it!?
Paups:
Yes. That's how I was able to identify Mr. Deacon almost immediately. It was all thanks to what Lance told me.
Edgeworth:
And what did he tell you?
Paups:
Well, he called me on my cell phone and told me... ...that Mr. Deacon had betrayed us and had run off with the ransom money. And... about how he had a gun.
Paups:
But that Badger pointed his gun at me, aiming to shoot me dead!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Were you able to clearly see the gun?
Paups:
Yes, I got a very good look at it while it was pointed at me. Oh, father... Why would you try to shoot me?
Kay:
Do you really think a father would shoot his own daughter, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I... don't know.
Kay:
I don't want to believe it myself...
Paups:
But it's true. My father's left arm was raised with a gun in it... ...pointed straight at me! "I'm about to die!" I thought.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups!
Paups:
!
Edgeworth:
Please calm down, and take a breath. And then, would you allow me to please hear that last statement once more time?
Paups:
...Y-Yes, of course.
Change statement:
"But that Badger pointed his gun at me, aiming to shoot me dead!" to "But that Badger pointed the gun in his left hand at me, aiming to shoot me dead!"
Paups:
But that Badger pointed the gun in his left hand at me, aiming to shoot me dead!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And you felt that your life was in danger, correct?
Paups:
Yes. "I'm about to die!" I thought. So... So...
Present Colin Devorae Dossier
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I have here a dossier on your father."
Paups:
That's why I... I used the gun I got from Lance...!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You shot Mr. Deacon...?
Paups:
..................
Kay:
Ms. Paups...
Paups:
..................Yes. I-I shot him.
Edgeworth:
!
Lang:
Ha ha ha! And that, as they say, is that.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, Ms. Paups is far from done. She hasn't even finished her testimony yet!
Lang:
You're going to continue questioning her? What a waste of time.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups, if you please.
Paups:
...Alright.
Paups:
There was a gunshot, the other person crumpled to the ground, and I ran, scared for my life.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Did you take off immediately following the gunshot?
Paups:
Yes.
Edgeworth:
And you didn't attempt to approach the victim at all after he was shot?
Paups:
I... I was scared...
Kay:
I don't blame you. I would've done the exact same thing...
Paups:
..................
Kay:
Poor Ms. Paups... What will become of her, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
She seems to be telling the truth regarding what happened at the stadium. However, I don't believe it to be absolutely correct. Listen very carefully to her confession once more and you'll see.
Edgeworth:
I have here a dossier on your father. And according to this, your father was right handed.
Paups:
Ah! Then!
Edgeworth:
The person pointing a gun at you from atop the stage was not Mr. Deacon.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hold on there, Mr. Prosecutor. I think you need to take a refresher course. The Bad Badger has a model gun attached to his right hand. Which is why the only hand he could've held the real gun with was his left. Isn't it possible that is went down like that?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, were you paying attention to what Ms. Paups was saying? Then again, I suppose I can't expect someone who has never set foot in court to catch it.
Lang:
Enough with the smugness. Out with it already.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups told us earlier:
Paups:
...there was a Bad Badger pulling the suitcase with the $1 million in it.
Edgeworth:
According to you, the Bad Badger had the gun in his left hand... ...which would mean that he was pulling the suitcase with his right hand. Is that correct, Ms. Paups?
Paups:
...Yes, exactly. And I'm sure it was the Bad Badger! It had those huge sunglasses on its face!
Lang:
But if that's the case, even I can see there is a huge contradiction!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Ms. Paups claims to have seen the Bad Badger. And yet, the Bad Badger had both of his hands full. These two pieces of information contradict each other, so one must be wrong.
It wasn't the Bad Badger
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups. What you saw was not the Bad Badger. Think back, and recall which character was it that leveled a gun at you.
Paups:
But it was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and it had that strange blue beard.
Kay:
That sums up the Bad Badger pretty well, I'd say.
Lang:
Too bad for you, but it looks like the Bad Badger wasn't the mistake here!
Edgeworth:
Arrgn! (I need to think carefully about the facts here. Ms. Paups claims to have seen the Bad Badger. And yet, the Bad Badger had both of his hands full with something or another.)
Leads back to:
"These two pieces of information contradict each other, so one must be wrong."
Both hands were not occupied
Edgeworth:
Holding a gun in his right hand as he pulls the suitcase with the same hand... ...isn't it possible for a right-handed person to do both things simultaneously?
Lang:
Your deduction is full of one too many conjectures, don't you think, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
Arngh! I suppose it IS pretty difficult, if not possible. It would appear that both of the Bad Badger's hands were occupied. Yet Ms. Paups claims to have seen the Bad Badger...
Leads back to:
"These two pieces of information contradict each other, so one must be wrong."
Both are correct
Leads to:
"They are both correct."
Edgeworth:
They are both correct.
Lang:
Impossible! That just leaves us with an irresolvable contradiction!
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Paups's entire statement rests on the fact that she saw his sunglasses and beard. But what if that Bad Badger wasn't wearing pants on his lower half...?) This proves that there was a way for the Bad Badger to freely use both of his hands!
Present Bad Badger's Head
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The costumes have two parts to them, a head and the body."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
Get your head on straight, Mr. Prosecutor! That doesn't show me diddly-squat!
Paups:
I knew it. What I saw was just a miraaaaaage!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! I can explain! Ms. Paups said the Bad Badger had a gun in his left hand and the suitcase in his right. But the Bad Badger costume has a model gun attached to its right hand... ...which is what created this contradiction about which hand did what.
Leads back to:
"(Ms. Paups's entire statement rests on the fact that she saw his sunglasses and beard.)"
Edgeworth:
The costumes have two parts to them, a head and the body.
Kay:
Oh! I get it now!
Edgeworth:
The head Ms. Paups saw was probably really the head of the Bad Badger. However, is it not possible that the body was that of an entirely different Badger?
Lang:
A different Badger...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Or to put it more bluntly, I believe it was the lower half of this Badger! The body of the Bad Badger Ms. Paups saw really belonged to this Badger!
Present Proto Badger
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What!? .........The heck is it!?"
Present Bad Badger
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
It was the Bad Badger's body...?
Paups:
The Bad Badger...?
Lang:
Ha ha ha! You're a real laugh riot! You claim that the body was from a different Badger, and then do a complete 180! If the body of the Bad Badger was that of the Bad Badger, then we've resolved nothing!
Edgeworth:
(C-Curses!) P-Precisely! Therefore, the body of the Bad Badger must have been of a different one!
Leads back to:
"The body of the Bad Badger Ms. Paups saw really belonged to this Badger!"
Present Blue Badger
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
His head may have been the Bad Badger, but his body was the Blue Badger's!
Lang:
The Blue Badger? Hold on, let's see here... Who was it that had one of these on...?
Paups:
I did...
Gumshoe:
And so did Officer Meekins, pal...
Lang:
Ha ha ha! Nice try, but your logic is just a tad illogical! Officer Meekins has been placed under arrest, after all!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! I'd like to strike what I just said from the record, and give my explanation anew...
Leads back to:
"The body of the Bad Badger Ms. Paups saw really belonged to this Badger!"
Present Pink Badger
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
Umm... I think even I would've noticed that...
Kay:
Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth. The Pink Badger is, well, pink, after all.
Edgeworth:
Nngh! Y-Yes, well, that may be true, but... I-In that case!
Leads back to:
"The body of the Bad Badger Ms. Paups saw really belonged to this Badger!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
I don't see a Badger where you're pointing, do you!?
Edgeworth:
S-Sorry. My finger must have slipped due to excessive force. Please allow me to try again.
Leads back to:
"The body of the Bad Badger Ms. Paups saw really belonged to this Badger!"
Lang:
Wh-What!? .........The heck is it!?
Shih-na:
It's the Proto Badger...
Edgeworth:
Yes, and it's a simple matter of process of elimination. Ms. Paups was wearing the Blue Badger's costume, so we can eliminate that one. And the Pink Badger is of the wrong color, which would have been incredibly obvious. All that is left is the Proto Badger costume! Ms. Paups! Who was the one who wore the Proto Badger costume?
Paups:
.........Th-That... w-would be... Lance...
Lance:
.........!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Are you saying what I think you are!? That Lance Amano donned the Bad Badger's head... and pretended to be Mr. Deacon? On top of which, he plotted to shoot Ms. Paups while wearing that hideous thing!?
Edgeworth:
The stage that was set up in the stadium was nothing more than that, a set-up... ...and its purpose was to lead Ms. Paups into believing she had committed murder. Standing there in front of Ms. Paups, and pretending to be the victim... ...it was all done so that she would pull the trigger.
Lance:
Hahahaha. I have no idea what you're talking about. Why exactly would I have had to do all that, huh!?
Edgeworth:
There is but one reason. Lance Amano! You are the real culprit behind the murder of Mr. Oilver Deacon!
Lance:
What!?
Paups:
N-No!
Lance:
That's slander! Take it back! You take it back right now!
Edgeworth:
Just out of curiosity, Lance, which is your dominant hand?
Lance:
I-I'm left-handed... but what does that have to do with anything!?
Edgeworth:
It depends. According to Ms. Paups, her attacker held a gun in his left hand.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hah! Who is what-handed doesn't prove a thing! And besides! Now you're just being absurd! It's not like the Proto Badger is bulletproof. One misfire, and he would've found himself dead, right?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Of course. Logically, if he had been shot, he probably wouldn't be here with us. But I believe he had thought of that as well, and prepared accordingly. And this should be all the evidence you need. This is how Lance made sure that he wouldn't be hit by a bullet!
Present Missing Model Gun
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"We found one half of a Bad Badger costume in the hideout, a broken one."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
He prepared this, thinking he could set it up and use it to protect himself.
Lang:
That's completely illogical! Besides, you'd think it would've been mentioned in one of the testimonies by now!
Edgeworth:
......Hm. (Lance was pointing a gun, meaning it's unlikely he was using some sort of barrier. I may need to turn my entire logic on this upside-down.)
Lang:
Do you really think he had a way to prevent himself from being shot?
Edgeworth:
It's not impossible. Especially if he used this!
Leads back to:
"This is how Lance made sure that he wouldn't be hit by a bullet!"
Edgeworth:
We found one half of a Bad Badger costume in the hideout, a broken one. It was not the same one that the victim was wearing. Plus, it was missing something. And that something is the model gun that the Bad Badger carries, which can fire blanks.
Lang:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups, where is the gun you used now?
Paups:
I... I threw it away into the sea.
Edgeworth:
That... makes it a bit tough to veryfy what it was... Although, I believe that we can safely assume that it was the model gun in question.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
I've heard enough. All you've been spouting so far is pure conjecture.
Edgeworth:
I admit that as long as the model gun is lost to us, I can't prove I'm right. However, I can say that the probability that I am right is very high.
Lang:
OK, let's pretend that you're right, and that the murder at the stadium was a fabrication. In that case, where do you think the murder really took place, Mr. Prosecutor!?
Edgeworth:
I... don't know yet.
Lang:
Ha! I knew you were full of it!
Edgeworth:
However, I do believe that the murder took place during an earlier timeframe.
Hold it!
Paups:
Please, wait a second! It's simply not possible! Because... Because... I saw Mr. Deacon after he was restrained by Lance.
Edgeworth:
(She saw the victim in the state of being restrained?)
-- What Ms. Paups Saw --
Paups:
I came back to the hideout long after the other two.
By that time, Lance had already subdued and restrained Mr. Deacon.
He had tied Mr. Deacon securely to the beam in the room next door.
After that, the two of us put on our costumes and made our escape.
Lang:
So Mr. Deacon must've escaped after two of you left, right?
Paups:
We thought that it'd attract too much attention if we left together, so I left first. We planned to meet up again at the stage in the stadium. But then! As I was walking through the park, I got a call from Lance on my cell phone.
Lance:
Oliver managed to escape. It looked like he was waiting until I was alone. He also stolen the gun from me at that time...
Lang:
And then, the murder happened. Mr. Deacon must have overheard their plan to meet up at the stage. Well, Mr. Prosecutor? Ms. Paups saw the victim with her own eyes... ...which means that the victim was still alive at that time, wouldn't you agree?
Edgeworth:
............ (Why does that sound wrong to me...? There must be something amiss about this account! Let's see what happens when I examine it in more detail.)
Rebuttal
-- What Ms. Paups Saw --
Paups:
I came back to the hideout long after the other two.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
When exactly did you arrive back at the hideout?
Paups:
It was after we had picked up the ransom money.
Edgeworth:
And where were you up until the time you returned?
Paups:
I was scouting the park out, and making preparations for our escape. I walked around in the various areas, looking for the best route.
Edgeworth:
(Ah, so each of them had their own roles to play.)
Paups:
After I was done, I went back to the hideout.
Paups:
By that time, Lance had already subdued and restrained Mr. Deacon.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
How did Lance look at that time?
Paups:
He, well... He looked shocked. He also looked a little down. When I saw that sadness in his eyes, I...
Edgeworth:
Thank you, that's enough for now. And what of Mr. Deacon? What was his situation like?
Paups:
He had tied Mr. Deacon securely to the beam in the room next door.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You are sure that it was Mr. Deacon that you saw?
Paups:
Yes. I am certain of what I saw.
Edgeworth:
Did you go into the other room to check?
Paups:
Lance said that it was best if I didn't get too close to him... Lance... He's such a kind soul.
Edgeworth:
Then, are you telling me that you did not confirm that it was Mr. Deacon for yourself?
Paups:
I checked through the slit in the door that separates the two rooms. He had a Bad Badger's head on, so I'm absolutely sure. That just had to be Mr. Deacon!
Edgeworth:
(She saw a Bad Badger head?)
Add statement:
"The captive had a Bad Badger's head on, so I'm absolutely sure it was Mr. Deacon."
Paups:
The captive had a Bad Badger's head on, so I'm absolutely sure it was Mr. Deacon.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So the tied-up Mr. Deacon was still in his Bad Badger costume?
Paups:
Yes... And...?
Edgeworth:
(It would appear that she misread the whole situation... What now? Should I raise an objection?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"The person you saw was not the victim."
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps I should listen to more of what she has to say.)
Edgeworth:
The person you saw was not the victim.
Paups:
What!? Why not?
Edgeworth:
I will tell you why not... with this! This, Ms. Paups, shows us that the person you saw was not the victim!
Present Bad Badger's Head
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Paups. The person you saw was not Mr. Deacon at all."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Paups:
.................. Umm... I'm not sure what you mean by that.
Edgeworth:
Knngh! (It would seem that I made a mistake. But why was he tied up in his Bad Badger costume? If I think a little more on this, the answer should come to me. Perhaps I should listen a bit more carefully to her testimony this time around.)
Present Bad Badger's Head
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Paups. The person you saw was not Mr. Deacon at all."
Paups:
After that, the two of us put on our costumes and made our escape.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I assume you two split up, but planned to rendezvous later at a set time and place?
Paups:
Yes. We planned to meet up at the stage, and then I left the hideout not long after.
Edgeworth:
And what about the ransom money?
Paups:
You mean that absolutely tasteless suitcase? Lance was supposed to bring that with him.
Lance:
But Oliver stole it from me, along with the gun, when he escaped.
Kay:
If Mr. Deacon was alive in the hideout, then the murder must've happened after that. Meaning it probably all went down at the stage. I mean, I can't really see why Ms. Paups would lie at a time like this, you know?
Edgeworth:
Kay, I don't think she is lying, but rather, that she is making a bad assumption.
Kay:
She is?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I intend to show what that bad assumption is.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups. The person you saw was not Mr. Deacon at all.
Paups:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
The person you actually saw was this person:
Kay Faraday
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups, the person you saw tied up to the beam was, in fact, Kay...
Kay:
Hey! Hold on! I was never tied up like that!
Edgeworth:
R-Right, I suppose not...
Kay:
The one tied up to the beam screaming, "Nnngghhooooooh!!" was...
Edgeworth:
That will do, Kay! Anyway! The person you saw was most definitely not Mr. Deacon.
Leads back to:
"The person you actually saw was this person:"
Lance Amano
Edgeworth:
The person you saw tied up to the beam was none other than Lance!
Paups:
But Lance was the one who showed me the tied up person in the next room...
Lang:
You're claiming that the boy somehow showed himself tied up to the beam? Are you serious!? Or perhaps you believe there was a rip in the space-time continuum?
Edgeworth:
(Nnngh...! Who was it that was tied up to that beam... Aha! I see! Now I know who it was!) As I thought, the person you saw was most definitely not Mr. Deacon.
Leads back to:
"The person you actually saw was this person:"
Miles Edgeworth
Leads to:
"It was me."
Edgeworth:
It was me.
Paups:
Huh? The person I saw was you. Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I always thought it was a bit odd. Why would the kidnappers abduct me, even after I had handed over the ransom?
Lance:
!
Edgeworth:
It's not as though I saw the face of the kidnappers. If I were them, I would have just taken the million dollars and ran. But, in the end, there was a point to it all; it was to make me look like Mr. Deacon. And if that was the reason for which I was abducted... ...then, I believe we can assume that the victim was already dead at that time. Well, Lance? Am I right?
Lance:
Nngh... Th-That's...
Edgeworth:
You showed Ms. Paups a person, namely me, with a Bad Badger's head on. And then, made your costumed escape together... Or so you pretended.
Paups:
Huh!? What do you mean he "pretended"!?
Edgeworth:
Exactly that. I believe Lance watched you escape, and then doubled back to the hideout. Probably to come and remove the Bad Badger head from my unconscious self...
Lance:
Unnnnngh..................
Edgeworth:
And to create his fake "prison" with the prop sword. He then escaped via the passageway.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hold your tongue, boy! Don't get caught up in that tidal wave of words coming out of Mr. Prosecutor's mouth.
Edgeworth:
Tidal wave?
Lang:
We've heard a lot come out of you, but I've yet to see a shred of evidence. The victim's betrayal, and his subsequent detainment... All of that could've happened while you were out cold.
Lance:
Th-That's right! You were out for quite a while, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Even if that were the case. Ms. Paups would have still seen me tied to that beam.
Paups:
I... I was scared of Mr. Deacon, so I didn't go into the next room. So I really have no idea if you were in there or not, Mr. Edgeworth...
Lang:
You see. It would seem that you can't prove a thing.
Edgeworth:
Gnngh!
Hold it!
Lang:
Wh-Who said that!?
Ernest:
Please, wait.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Amano!
Ernest:
Ho ho ho. Miles, my boy. It looks like you're really giving it your all. And Lance... It's not good to cause trouble for others.
Lance:
D-Dad!
Ernest:
Let's see... You are the one in charge of the investigation, correct?
Lang:
Yeah, that's right.
Ernest:
I'm sorry that my son has been nothing but trouble. This probably won't make up for anything, but I have some evidence for you.
Lang:
Oh? Do you, now?
Edgeworth:
Is that what I think it is!?
Kay:
It's the Bad Badger costume the victim was wearing! And a gun!
Ernest:
I couldn't wait around for the police, so I went and found these myself. It appears that they were disposed of in the sea.
Lang:
Argh! Is there no one in this country who actually obeys the law!?
Ernest:
There, there, now. Agent Lang, please calm down.
Lang:
Hm? What the heck is that scrap of paper?
Shih-na:
.........This appears to be a letter from the Chief of Police. "Please allow Mr. Amano complete freedom to do as he sees fit," it says.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Lang:
Th-The Chief of Poliiiiiice!? What the......... Just who does he think he is!?
Shih-na:
The person who wields the highest authority in this area...
Ernest:
Ho ho ho. There, there, now. There is no need to be so upset.
Lang:
Heh. I'm not a cop from this land. So I'm not bound by the laws of your country.
Ernest:
Now, now, now. This wasn't meant to strong-arm you into anything. It's just a request. I'm only asking that you please respect the laws of the land.
Lang:
Argh. I can't really say no to that. However, returning to the topic at hand... ...it doesn't matter who found the evidence. Its value remains unchanged. Alright now, let's take a look at this new evidence.
Ernest:
I've already got the results back. I had a special forensics research lab that I'm on good terms with conduct the tests. They verified that the blood on this costume belonged to Oliver. As for the gun... ..the only fingerprints they could find were yours, Lauren!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!?
Ernest:
You disappoint me, Miles. I can't believe that you... that you would... cause my son such stress and heartache! Thank goodness I was able to find the final pieces of evidence. With this, you'll have no reason left to push my poor boy around!
Edgeworth:
(That's it? These are the case-making pieces of evidence? Hah! I'll be the judge of that! I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Neck hole
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What's this? It looks like there's something inside the costume head...)
Kay:
Hey! They sparkle! I bet they're really valuable!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but they're just pieces of a mirror... (But why are they in here?)
Mirror Fragments data jotted down in my Organizer.
Bullet hole
Edgeworth:
This bullet hole...
Kay:
It looks kind of burnt around the edges.
Edgeworth:
Wait! Those burn marks were left by the gunpowder... This is a most important fact.
Kay:
Why is that?
Edgeworth:
Because it is proof that the victim was shot at point black range.
Victim's Costume data updated in my Organizer.
Gun on right
Edgeworth:
Could this gun be the actual murder weapon?
Revolver data jotted down in my Organizer.
Examine evidence
Grip of Revolver
Edgeworth:
They found Ms. Paups's fingerprints on this gun.
Kay:
Can you let me hold it for a sec?
Edgeworth:
I shouldn't if you don't know how to handle it. Besides, Ms. Paups's prints are on it.
Kay:
Look! I'm wearing gloves! It'll be OK! I just want to take a look, that's all! It's not like I'm going to run off with it. The only things I don't return are treasures!
Edgeworth:
Stealing either one would land you in jail, you know...
(Examining neck hole, bullet hole, and gun on right leads to:)
Ernest:
Well? Are these not the most definitive pieces of evidence you've ever seen?
Lance:
Thank you, Dad. This should be enough to convince even Mr. Edgeworth over there.
-- Decisive Evidence --
Lance:
Make no mistake. There are fingerprints on that murderous gun.
And they proved that it was Lolli who killed Oliver.
But Oliver was also after Lolli's life.
So Mr. Edgeworth, even you must see that Lolli was only acting in self-defense.
Edgeworth:
The fingerprints on the weapon, huh...
Kay:
Oh, no! This isn't helpful at all!
Lance:
Look, Mr. Edgeworth... All I want to do is save Lolli. But in the end, all I can do is watch on as she takes the punishmebt for her crimes.
Edgeworth:
That may be all you can do, however... ...I still have a case to solve and a job to do. The job of unraveling your insidious lie!
Lance:
...You wound me. Why won't you believe me, even in the face of all this evidence?
Rebuttal
-- Decisive Evidence --
Lance:
Make no mistake. There are fingerprints on that murderous gun.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Those fingerprints... Are you sure they belong to Ms. Paups?
Ernest:
There's no mistake about it. Through my connections, I had the best forensics techniques money can buy performed.
Edgeworth:
I find that to be a bit peculiar.
Ernest:
What? Are you trying to pick an argument with me!?
Edgeworth:
(What should I do? Should I raise an objection?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"The person you saw was not the victim."
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps I should wait and see how this pans out first...)
Edgeworth:
Frankly, I don't believe that Ms. Paups's prints should be on that gun to begin with. And the reason why Ms. Paups's prints should not be on the gun is...
Present Stolen Costumes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's simply not possible for Ms. Paups to have left any prints on the murder weapon."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
With this piece of evidence, there is no reason for her to have left prints at all!
Ernest:
Which piece is that?
Edgeworth:
Look here! This is what I speak of!
Lang:
Your logic is so hard to follow you should provide a map!
Edgeworth:
Knnngh! (Even if she did it, there is something specific that makes it impossible to leave prints.)
Present Stolen Costumes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It's simply not possible for Ms. Paups to have left any prints on the murder weapon."
Lance:
And they proved that it was Lolli who killed Oliver.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You sure are calm for someone who is accusing his own girlfriend of murder.
Lance:
You have it all wrong! Allowing her to pay the price is a form of love. She says that she also wants to pay back her debt to society, but...
Lance:
But Oliver was also after Lolli's life.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And why do you believe that the victim was set on taking Ms. Paups's life?
Lance:
I suppose it's because he wanted to silence her. To keep her quiet, because she knows the truth behind the kidnapping.
Edgeworth:
In that case, why did he not target you as well?
Lance:
...Th-That's because... ...because he knew that if he killed me, he wouldn't be able to control my father.
Ernest:
Ho ho ho. Right you are. Even if it cost me millions, I would have had the killer found.
Edgeworth:
I believe he didn't kill you for an entirely different reason, however, I digress...
Lance:
L-Look, more than why he didn't kill me, I'm worried about what'll happen to Lolli!
Lance:
So Mr. Edgeworth, even you must see that Lolli was only acting in self-defense.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Justified self-defense? I suppose that is a possibility, given the circumstances.
Lance:
Really!? Oh, thank goodness...!
Edgeworth:
However, self-defense was not necessary in this case.
Lance:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups is innocent. She didn't do anything, so why would she need to defend herself from nothing?
Lance:
You still don't believe a word I say, do you...!?
Edgeworth:
(His entire argument hinges on the fact that her fingerprints are on the gun. However, the truth does not lie there. It lies in whatever he is hiding from me, but not for long!)
Edgeworth:
It's simply not possible for Ms. Paups to have left any prints on the murder weapon. Because, while she was at the stadium, Ms. Paups was wearing a costume.
Lance:
Huh!?
Ernest:
But there's been no mistake! We found fingerprints!
Edgeworth:
Well, Ms. Paups? Do you remember touching the gun at all at any time?
Paups:
............ Ah, yes! As a matter of fact, I did hold it for a bit back in the hideout! I handed it off to Mr. Deacon when he and Lance left for the haunted house.
Edgeworth:
(To retrieve the ransom money, I suppose...) And there you have it. That is when Ms. Paups's prints found their way onto the gun.
Ernest:
Grrrrrr...
Edgeworth:
Do you understand now, Mr. Amano? The fingerprints do nothing to prove that Ms. Paups is the murderer.
Lance:
But you still don't have anything to prove that she ISN'T the killer, right?
Edgeworth:
You seem very adamant about insisting that your girlfriend is a cold-blooded killer...
Paups:
Oh, Lance...!
Lance:
What!? No way! I'm incredibly worried about her! But that doesn't change the fact that you don't have any evidence, right?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That's where you're wrong. I have the evidence.
Lance:
What... How...!?
Edgeworth:
The story that Ms. Paups killed the victim at the stage in the stadium... The whole affair is simply not true, because that was not the real crime scene, but a set-up. This proves that the real murder was not committed at the stadium at all!
Present Victim's Costume
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Let us take another good look at the costume the victim was wearing."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence proves that the real crime scene is not, in fact, the stadium.
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor... I'd have to rate that piece of logic a 0 out of 10.
Edgeworth:
(Z-ZERO!? It's at least a 6.8 out of 10!)
Lance:
At this rate, Lolli is going to wind up getting arrested...
Edgeworth:
(I must remain calm and think clearly. If the murder did not happen at the stadium... ...then the scenario where the victim was up on the stage and Ms. Paups was down below... ......There must be something that invalidates it!)
Leads back to:
"This proves that the real murder was not committed at the stadium at all!"
Edgeworth:
Let us take another good look at the costume the victim was wearing. Then, I believe you will see why I insist he was not shot at the stadium. This is the part of the costume that proves it!
Present bullet hole
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The burn around this bullet hole was made when the victim was shot at point-blank range."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
If you look in this area, all will become clear.
Lang:
"This area"? Do you really think that sort of vague statement is going to fly!?
Edgeworth:
(Mnngh! He saw right through me! I just know that it's not possible for the victim to have been shot at the stadium!)
Leads back to:
"This is the part of the costume that proves it!"
Edgeworth:
The burn around this bullet hole was made when the victim was shot at point-blank range.
Kay:
Ah! So then, you mean the "murder" Ms. Oldbag saw at the stadium really was...
Edgeworth:
Yes. She saw two people, but they were separated by a distance. If the victim was indeed shot from below the stage, there shouldn't be a gunpowder burn!
Lance:
Argn!
Lang:
Heh, look at you, Mr. Smarty-Pants Prosecutor. Since you seem to know all the answers, why not tell us where the real crime scene is then?
Edgeworth:
(Lance set me up to look like Mr. Deacon back at the hideout. If that's the case, then the murder must have happened prior to that! And the location where Lance and the victim were at just before I was imprisoned was... I've got it! I know the real scene of the murder!) The real location in which Mr. Deacon was killed is here!
Present Haunted House
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I think it's not unreasonable to assume the murder took place in the haunted house."
Present Stadium
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The real scene of the murder was here, at the stage inside the stadium!
Lang:
Hold it! YOU'RE the one who just claimed that the stage was not the real crime scene! Now, take some responsibility for that time-wasting outburst!
Edgeworth:
Gnnngk...! (How could I forget the point of my own argument!? And at this critical junction...! The murder could not have taken place at the stadium.)
Leads back to:
"The real location in which Mr. Deacon was killed is here!"
Present hotel in the center
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This hotel in the center is the real scene of the crime!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor! If there was even the echo of a gunshot at the hotel, there'd be wide-spread panic by now! But I haven't received word of even a slight disturbance!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (Where were the two of them just prior to my imprisonment...?)
Leads back to:
"The real location in which Mr. Deacon was killed is here!"
Present Main Gate
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The real scene of the crime was here, right in front of the main gate!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
If the murder really happened here, you'd think there would be a witness or two... And yet, not a single person has yet to come forward!
Edgeworth:
Gnnngk...! (Where were the two of them just prior to my imprisonment...?)
Leads back to:
"The real location in which Mr. Deacon was killed is here!"
Present Wild, Wild West
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The real scene of the murder was here, in the Wild, Wild West area!
Lang:
The place where you and I first met, huh... But didn't you already check there? I know I did, and there wasn't a single sign that someone had been killed there!
Edgeworth:
Yes, well, I suppose there wasn't. (The murder took place before I was imprisoned. And the only place where the victim and Lance were together alone was...)
Leads back to:
"The real location in which Mr. Deacon was killed is here!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
What the--!? Where is that supposed to be!? Shih-na, find out for me, will you!?
Shih-na:
It doesn't have a name. It just simply is.
Lang:
Well, that was a big waste of time, thanks to your below sub-par reasoning skills!
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? (I've come so far! I can't be far from the truth now!)
Leads back to:
"The real location in which Mr. Deacon was killed is here!"
Edgeworth:
I think it's not unreasonable to assume the murder took place in the haunted house.
Lang:
The haunted house?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I have proof that it is highly likely that the victim was killed there! What proves that the real scene of the crime was the haunted house?
Present Mirror Fragments
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"These were inside the costume the victim was wearing. They're fragments of a mirror."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence tells us that the haunted house is where the victim was killed!
Lang:
I don't hear anything! Other than the sound of desperation!
Edgeworth:
...Gnnnhhhooooh! The haunted house, the costume. and the gun... They're all connected, and the final piece of this complex chess set is this!
Leads back to:
"What proves that the real scene of the crime was the haunted house?"
Edgeworth:
These were inside the costume the victim was wearing. They're fragments of a mirror.
Lang:
A mirror? And what does that have to do with anything?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. You don't exactly expect to find pieces of a mirror inside a costume.
Kay:
Yeah, that's actually pretty dangerous.
Edgeworth:
However, there is one place I can think of where there is a plethora of mirror fragments. And that is the haunted house. Lance Amano! I propose that you killed Mr. Deacon with the revolver in the haunted house! After that, you stole the Blue Badgermobile to move his body to the Wild, Wild West area. The timing of when the Blue Badgermobile was stolen confirms this as fact!
Lance:
..................
Ernest:
Miles, my boy. Say no more!
Edgeworth:
I'm so sorry, Mr. Amano, but I cannot do that.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Be quiet!
Ernest:
Yes, please, do something! Stop that boy from speaking any more nonsense!
Lang:
Ernest Amano, correct? I meant you. Now be quiet, gramps.
Ernest:
H-How dare you!?
Lang:
I don't need words. The only thing I require is evidence. Decisive evidence! And to call these mirror bits "decisive" is a bit too presumptuous, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Lang:
Shih-na! Wasn't there a mirror in the kidnappers' hideout?
Shih-na:
Yes, there was a mirror there. A mirror that's for the haunted house.
Lang:
You see! Isn't possible the fragments got into the costume there!?
Edgeworth:
But, Agent Lang, there was no fragments on the floor, so the probability is very low.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
"Probability"? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Lang Zi says: "On truth's path, the word "probability" does not exist." The only thing that does is definitive proof. The question, Mr. Prosecutor, is, "Do you have the definitive proof you need?"
Kay:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth? Do you?
Edgeworth:
............ (Do I have solid evidence that proves the murder took place at the haunted house...?) The answer is... no.
Lang:
See! So since you don't have any, shut up!
Edgeworth:
(I don't have evidence yet... But... I'm certain the murder occurred around the time I turned the ransom over. At that time, the only people at the haunted house besides myself... ...were Lance and Mr. Deacon. If I can prove that the murder took place at the haunted house... ...then I can prove Lance's guilt in connection to the murder!)
Kay:
What now, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang. I have a special request.
Lang:
Yeah?
Edgeworth:
I'd like to prove to you that the scene of the crime was indeed the haunted house.
Kay:
Why in the world are you asking the werewolf for permission!?
Edgeworth:
Because I don't really have a choice, if I want to find the truth.
Lang:
Alright, permission granted. But you're not to touch a single thing, got it!?
Edgeworth:
That won't be a problem. All that's important to me is that the truth be brought to light. It doesn't matter by who or how it's done, as long as it is.
Lang:
..................Tch! Shih-na!
Shih-na:
I'm here.
Lang:
Put in the paperwork for the authorization immediately.
Shih-na:
Understood. I'll go get the Gatewater Group's approval.
Hold it!
Lang:
Wh-Who was that!?
Ernest:
Now, now, let's hold on for a second. There is no need to obtain approval.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Amano...?
Ernest:
Agent Lang. If you would please take a look at this.
Lang:
What is this...? Shih-na!
Shih-na:
It's... the deed to the haunted house.
Edgeworth:
The deed?
Lang:
Read it, out loud!
Shih-na:
"Gatewater Land, Inc. hereby bequeaths the property known as the "Haunted House"... ...to Mr. Amano for the lump sum of $1 million, paid in full in cash."
Edgeworth:
What!?
Ernest:
Ho ho ho. As you can see, I am now the legal owner of the haunted house.
Kay:
Are you kidding!? When did you--!?
Ernest:
I ran into the owner of the park earlier, and we made the deal almost immediately. How quickly things move when you can prepare a million dollars in the blink of an eye.
Edgeworth:
Th-That $1 million you paid... Don't tell me it was...!
Ernest:
Oh, that's right. This disgusting suitcase belongs to you, doesn't it? I don't have any more use for it, so you may have it back now.
Edgeworth:
Y-You used the ransom money...!?
Ernest:
My Lance is a good boy. He even apologized for the kidnapping a bit earlier... ...so I do believe that I will forgive him. After all, he did return the ransom money. That's the way things are, so if you would please discuss things with me now on...
Lang:
Discuss? What is there to discuss?
Ernest:
Why, permission to enter the haunted house, of course.
Lang:
...!
Edgeworth:
(While we were busy listening to Lance's story, Mr. Amano was out there preempting us!)
Ernest:
Permission to search the haunted house is denied. End of discussion. Agent Lang, I want you to arrest that girl. And Miles, you should hurry on home now, my boy, before I really lose my temper.
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! Mr. Amano definitely has the deck stacked in his favor here... What should I do? If I leave it like this, the truth will be lost forever!)
To be continued.
March 13, 4:27 PMGatewater Land Main Gate
Edgeworth:
(If I can't get permission to investigate the crime scene, then the truth will be lost...)
Hold it!
Kay:
Hold it! Hold it! Hooooold it!
Edgeworth:
Kay?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! What are you doing spacing out!? Have you forgotten!? There's only one thing you should do at a time like this!
Edgeworth:
And what is that?
Kay:
When the people are in a bind, the hero of justice appears to save the day! Look, you just leave it to me! For I am Kay Faraday! The second of the great Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
But I thought you were a thief, not a hero...
Kay:
The Yatagarasu is noble, and is always a thief of justice!
Edgeworth:
That's...! Of course...!
Kay:
If we have enough information, I can re-create the inside of the haunted house with this! Plus, if we then factor in everyone's testimony...!
Edgeworth:
...You can re-create exactly what happened when I dropped off the ransom money. (We may be able to figure out some new information through this. It's worth a try!) Agent Lang.
Lang:
Ah, so you want to use your little toy? Be my guest.
Kay:
OK! Hang on! You're all about to witness the true power of a real, modern-day Robin Hood!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Is there a copy of the haunted house's blueprint among the police's reference documents?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! We got it just in case we needed it for the kidnapping case!
Kay:
Alright! I'll input the haunted house data, then!
Ernest:
Wh-What is this...? Where are we...?
Lance:
It's... It's like we're inside the haunted house!
Edgeworth:
(Even if we can't inspect the real location itself... ...the path to the truth slumbers here. If I can successfully navigate my way using logic, I'll ultimately arrive at the truth!) Now then, I believe I'm ready to investigate the crime scene.
Kay:
OK, what should I re-create first?
Edgeworth:
...You haven't figured it out yet?
Kay:
Heh, maybe I have, and maybe I haven't. But I'm going to make you do all the hard work!
Edgeworth:
Very well. I'd like to inspect the moment in which I was ambushed by my abductor. (The two of them were definitely in this place at that time. If I can verify that, it may provide me with a new lead.) I had just come out into the hallway after leaving the money inside the dining room. At that time, I saw a Badger, slumped over on the floor at the end of the hall.
Kay:
Ehhh!? What was a Badger doing all the way down there!?
Edgeworth:
I also thought it strange. However, I thought that maybe it was simply a mannequin that was set there for atmosphere.
Kay:
Do you know which Badger it was?
Edgeworth:
...No. It was too dark to tell. All I saw was its silhouette.
Kay:
Hmm... In that case, I guess I'll just program a Badger silhouette in for now! OK, programming complete!
Edgeworth:
Then, I started walking towards the exit.
Kay:
And that's when you were struck from behind, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes.
Kay:
But, that's odd. The hallway is a dead end. Where did your assailant come from?
Edgeworth:
There is only one location I can think of. I believe my assailant was lying in wait here.
Present B
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That "doll" I saw wasn't really a doll; it was, in fact. a costumed kidnapper."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
.........What are you thinking, Mr. Edgeworth!? That's a terrible hiding spot! He'd have to be a real ninja to get away with hiding there!
Edgeworth:
Th-That was not exactly the nuance I was trying to convey... (Where could my assailant have hidden himself in this haunted house...?)
Leads back to:
"I believe my assailant was lying in wait here."
Edgeworth:
That "doll" I saw wasn't really a doll; it was, in fact. a costumed kidnapper.
Kay:
Oh, so he used the costume as the perfect camouflage to blend in with the rest of the house!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. He waited until I had made the drop off, and was about to leave. Then, just as he saw me take a step forwards the exit, he stood and launched his attack. I can think of no better hiding place than this.
Kay:
Hey, not bad! I'm beginning to think I should steal this tactic for myself!
Edgeworth:
...Just don't use it to do anything criminal, Kay. Well, Lance?
Lance:
Wha--!? Wh-What are you asking me for...!?
Edgeworth:
As one of the kidnappers, I figured I should give you the chance to confess first.
Lance:
.........I was one of the kidnappers, b-but... I don't know anything. I did come up to the haunted house, but I never set foot inside. I left Oliver in charge of picking up the ransom money.
Edgeworth:
(He didn't set foot inside? Is he telling the truth, or is this another lie?) Alright, then you're claiming that it was Mr. Deacon who assaulted me?
Lance:
Yes. I'm sure it was him.
Kay:
OK, inputting the new info, now! Mr. Deacon was the Bad Badger, right? Since the Bad Badger has a gun attached to its right hand... ...I'll have to change it so the weapon is in its left hand!
Edgeworth:
(Now to verify the facts of this re-creation.)
Begin Investigation
Haunted House
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Notice anything?
Edgeworth:
Kay, how is, um... Little Thief...?
Kay:
Totally fine and re-creating the crime scene! All that's left is more info. But you know, I can't believe I'm replicating a haunted house. And that we're talking about the fate of a million dollars! Pretty exciting stuff!
Edgeworth:
(I can't say I understand what is so exciting about re-creating a crime scene...) In any case, I believe that it is very probable that the murder occurred at this place. And if I can prove that, then we will finally arrive at the truth.
Kay:
Yeah! So what are you waiting for!? Let's get investigating!
Dick Gumshoe
Gumshoe:
I... I can't believe what I'm seeing, sir! This space that I'm standing in... It's like out of some crazy dream!
Edgeworth:
Except that this isn't a dream. This is something Kay's gadget...
Gumshoe:
No, wait, this is EXACTLY like a dream, sir! I've never been so impressed! It's a miracle!
Edgeworth:
......... (Someone sure is easily impressed.)
Kay:
Hee hee, I'm so glad you like it!
Gumshoe:
Oh! So this is a product of your gadget!? Now I wish I had one, too!
Kay:
Well, once this is over, I'll let you play with it for a bit, if you want!
Gumshoe:
You'd do that for me, pal!? Thanks! Alright, let's wrap this case up already!
Edgeworth:
(It's times like these that I wonder if they understand the seriousness of the situation!)
Shi-Long Lang
Edgeworth:
...Thanks... for letting us use... um... Little Thief.
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Reject not those who seek the truth." So keep in mind that I'm not doing it for you; I'm doing this for the truth!
Edgeworth:
Don't worry, I understand. We may have different methods, but our wish is the same.
Shih-na
Edgeworth:
So, have you noticed anything worthwhile?
Shih-na:
...I have no obligation to talk with you.
Kay:
Well, I'm fine with just Little Thief in solving this case.
Shih-na:
...That toy. It's very well made.
Kay:
Ha hah! That's because it's the heart of the noble thief, Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
Kay, that may not be something you want to advertise to everyone.
Kay:
...Hmph.
Lang:
So, Shih-na. What exactly is the source of this extra-dimensional-like space?
Shih-na:
I believe this is nothing more than a projection from that girl's toy.
Lang:
So, it's all an... illusion, right?
Shih-na:
..................Yes.
Kay:
Hey! Don't treat this like some sort of silly right now!
Replica of Edgeworth
Edgeworth:
It's a replica of myself...
Kay:
You were totally oblivious to what was behind you, huh?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I suppose I am also to blame for what happened to me. It was incredibly dark, which was all the more reason I should have been more alert. (I vow to never be caught by surprise again.)
Bad Badger behind Edgeworth
Edgeworth:
You didn't re-create the weapon.
Kay:
Well, I can't exactly re-create something I know nothing about. So tell me, what were you hit with?
Edgeworth:
The attack came from behind, so I have no idea. But I doubt it was someone's bare hands.
Kay:
Um... OK, then where were you hit?
Edgeworth:
I was hit on the right side of my head, just above my temple. There was a bit of blood, but it wasn't anything serious.
Kay:
Ouch! Sounds painful!
Edgeworth:
...Why are you smirking like that when you say it!?
Kay:
It's just your imagination! Now, let's see... I wonder if there's anything in the hallway that could've been used as a weapon? I'm looking for something the culprit could've used to hit you with.
Present Broken Prop Sword
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I have it. There was indeed one such object lying here in this hallway."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The object the culprit used... Could it not have been this?
Kay:
...I... don't really think that's it.
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Kay:
I wonder if there's anything in the hallway that could've been used as a weapon.
Leads back to:
"I'm looking for something the culprit could've used to hit you with."
Edgeworth:
I have it. There was indeed one such object lying here in this hallway. A prop sword.
Kay:
Are you talking about this thing here?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Although, we did find it at the kidnappers' hideout... Wait... Yes! It's possible that the culprit took it with him after using it on me.
Kay:
To leave no evidence behind, right?
Edgeworth:
Correct. It may be worth a more thorough examination yet.
Kay:
OK, so what test do you want to run on this sword?
Test with Luminol
Edgeworth:
The culprit was wearing a costume at the time, so a fingerprint analysis is useless.
Leads to:
"Let's run a Luminol test. It's possible that some of my blood found its way onto this."
Dust for prints
Edgeworth:
We should first run a fingerprint analysis...
Kay:
But wasn't the person who attacked you wearing a costume? Somehow, I don't think he left any prints on here for us...
Edgeworth:
I suppose not... (Curses. How could I have made such a rudimentary mistake?)
Leads to:
"Let's run a Luminol test. It's possible that some of my blood found its way onto this."
Edgeworth:
Let's run a Luminol test. It's possible that some of my blood found its way onto this. Agent Lang, may I ask for your cooperation in this matter?
Lang:
...Hmph. Like I have a choice! Shih-na! Call the lab boys!
Shih-na:
...Understood.
Edgeworth:
Except for a dab on the left side, it would appears that the blade is spotless.
Kay:
So it must have been the left side of the prop sword that hit you then, right!?
Broken Prop Sword data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
OK, I'll update the re-creation with this new piece of info!
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Bad Badger
Kay:
You know, the Bad Badger is pretty bad-looking when you see him up close.
Edgeworth:
Well? What did you expect from a character named the "Bad Badger"...?
Kay:
And those sunglasses! Wearing them in the dark makes him seem extra bad!
Edgeworth:
(Now I'm lost. Which meaning of "bad" does she really mean...?)
Prop sword
Kay:
And in the next instant, this Badger will swing his left arm, complete with weapon in hand!
Edgeworth:
Yes, to club me with the left side of the prop sword.
Kay:
Shall I re-create the moment of impact? I wanna see the pained expression on your face!
Edgeworth:
It's just fine the way it is! (Hm...? Wait, maybe not... Is it just my imagination, or is something not quite right?)
Miles Edgeworth
Edgeworth:
It's me... I have to say, it's rather embarrassing to see myself like this.
Kay:
Oh, so what were you thinking about at the time?
Edgeworth:
I don't recall, but I would guess that I was thinking about the kidnapping.
Kay:
Really? Because I don't think so at all! Your face practically screams, "I'm about to be conked over the head!" Hee hee.
Edgeworth:
If I had known that at the time, do you think I would've let myself be hit!?
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce sword and present Broken Prop Sword
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Finally! I've found a clear contradiction of facts about this sword! Except for a bit on the left side, this prop sword is absolutely spotless! However, if the culprit had used his left hand, the blood would be on the opposite side!
Kay:
The opposite side? Huh?
Edgeworth:
If the culprit held the sword in his left hand, then the sword's right side would hit.
Kay:
I see. But the blood was on the left side of the sword, right? Which means... that he used his right hand to hit you!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. This prop sword has a large hand guard attached to the hilt. It would be impossible to hold it with two hands while wearing a costume with such big hands. Therefore, if it couldn't be the left hand or both hands... It must have been the right.
Kay:
I'll change the data to reflect a right-handed swing...
Edgeworth:
Not yet, Kay! There's no sense in changing anything yet. If you change the parameters to the right hand, it'd create a new contradiction. Changing the prop sword to be in the culprit's right hand would conflict with what?
Present Blue Badger Bible, Victim's Costume, or Missing Model Gun
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The Bad Badger already holds a gun in his right hand, so he can't hold a sword in addition."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
It would create a conflict with this piece of evidence.
Kay:
Are you sure...? They seem kinda unrelated to me.
Edgeworth:
(...Gnnnrk!)
Kay:
Guess I really should just go ahead and fix the data to reflect a right-handed swing...
Edgeworth:
Wait, Kay. If you change the parameters to the right hand, it would really create a contradiction.
Leads back to:
"Changing the prop sword to be in the culprit's right hand would conflict with what?"
Edgeworth:
The Bad Badger already holds a gun in his right hand, so he can't hold a sword in addition.
Kay:
Hey, that's right! Then what now? If it wasn't in his left or his right hand...
Edgeworth:
...It means that the one who struck me could not have been the Bad Badger!
Leads to:
"Are you paying attention, Lance?"
Deduce sword and present Colin Devorae Dossier
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
According to this document, the victim was right-handed.
Kay:
Aha! I guess I should change which hand is holding the weapon, then...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hold on, you two. You didn't think I was going to ignore something like that, did you?
Kay:
What are you talking about!? Look, no interrupting when I'm about to have a little fun!
Lang:
Ha! Even if you changed your re-creation, you'd only be wasting your time. It's not possible for that thing to hold something in its right hand, you know.
Edgeworth:
..................
Kay:
But Mr. Edgeworth's logic is...
Lang:
What's that thing called? The Bad Badger? Just take another good look at its right hand.
Kay:
Oh! I forgot the weapon isn't in its right hand because there's already a gun in it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Precisely.
Lang:
Tch! You knew that already?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I also know that the Badger was holding the weapon in his right hand.
Lang:
Huh? Are you aware of what's coming out of your mouth? You just contradicted yourself!
Edgeworth:
I have evidence, of course; proof that the culprit held the sword in his right hand.
Lang:
Sounds interesting. Alright then, show me this "evidence"!
Edgeworth:
This piece proves that the culprit held the weapon in his right hand when he struck:
Present Broken Prop Sword
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The answer is the weapon itself!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I'd like to point you to this piece of evidence.
Lang:
............
Shih-na:
............
Lang:
What the heck kind of proof is that supposed to be, Mr. Prosecutor? Can it be... ...that you don't know your left from right!?
Edgeworth:
Poppycock! (Perhaps that wasn't the evidence I was looking for...)
Kay:
What are you doing, Mr. Edgeworth!? Get your head on straight! Look! Think about when you're picking a lock. You hould the lock pick in your right hand!
Edgeworth:
...Kay, that's only if you're right-handed, and interested in thievery. Agent Lang, accept my apologies. I will now show you what I had meant to show you all along.
Lang:
In that case, hurry up and show it to me already!
Leads back to:
"I'm looking for something the culprit could've used to hit you with."
Edgeworth:
The answer is the weapon itself! Except for a bit on the left side, this prop sword is absolutely spotless! However, if the culprit had used his left hand, the blood would be on the opposite side!
Kay:
But the replica Bad Badger isn't holding the sword in his right hand! Hmph! I don't know what's going on anymore!
Edgeworth:
Giving up already? It's simple. If he can't hold the sword in his left or his right hand... ...then the one who struck me could not have been the Bad Badger.
Leads to:
"Are you paying attention, Lance?"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This here, contradicts this piece of evidence!
Kay:
Hmm... You know, I think you're overthinking it just a bit.
Edgeworth:
Nngh! Maybe I wasn't through enough in my explanation... (I must remain calm. If I struck in the head in exactly the way this re-creation portrays... I believe that it would go against a certain piece of evidence. It's a piece that is deeply connected to this case... It's definitely worth a try.)
Lance Amano
Edgeworth:
You can lie all you want, but it will all be for naught, Lance. As soon as I expose the truth, you will be placed under arrest.
Lance:
H-How can you do this!? After all that my dad was done for you!
Edgeworth:
What your father has done for me is unrelated to the charges you face now.
Lance:
Nnrrrgh... Unbelievable...
Kay:
You know, you sound kind of like a bully right now, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
If I'm not serious about this, he will never understand the true gravity of his crimes. I will not allow him to remain a child forever.
Kay:
Ha ha! Now you sound like a dad!
Ernest Amano
Ernest:
Miles, my boy... What is the meaning of all this!? Do you plan to pay me back for all I've done for you with the conviction of my son!?
Edgeworth:
I have not forgotten my debt to you, however, your son's crimes are a separate matter. Further, I can't ignore the truth when it's right before me.
Ernest:
Gnnnnnnrrrrrrrrr! You will regret this. I promise you that!
Edgeworth:
(No matter the outcome, I never regret the choices I make!)
Lauren Paups
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups, by my hand, I will prove your innocence in the murder of Mr. Deacon. Therefore, please don't fret. It will soon be over.
Paups:
............
Edgeworth:
Hm...? Do you not trust me?
Paups:
I! I-I! Um... That is...!
Kay:
Your face is all beet-red, Ms. Paups.
Paups:
N-No, I can't! I-I have Lance...!
Lance:
Lolli...! Don't tell me that you like that guy more than me...!
Paups:
Th-That's...! Oh! Why am I so pathetic!? I'm so easily swayed by even a single glance! I'm! I'm!
Edgeworth:
Um... What eactly is she going on about?
Kay:
I think you have another "guilty" person on your hands, Mr. Edgeworth...
Mirror
Kay:
When you take a look around, it almost feels more like a house of mirrors.
Edgeworth:
(Indeed. Who has ever heard of this many mirrors inside of a haunted house before?)
Kay:
Well, at least we know this is the real crime scene, thanks to these mirror shards (Mirror shards - Like a mirror house - haunted house hybrid, this place is full of mirrors.). Hey, wait... These shards... There's something different about them.
Edgeworth:
Oh?
Kay:
The ones we found earlier are thicker than the shards from these mirrors on this wall! And... Look! There's some sort of design on the back, too!
Edgeworth:
The pieces from that costume are certainly different from the other mirrors... (What does this mean? Could it be that our pieces are not pieces of these mirrors?)
Mirror Fragments data updated in my Organizer.
Broken armor
Edgeworth:
Pieces of a set of armor are in a pole here.
Kay:
Why do you think they almost always have sets of armor inside haunted houses?
Edgeworth:
I suppose this sort of interior design is meant to bring out a sense of the abnormalcy.
Kay:
Why do all your explanations have to be so hard to understand, Mr. Edgeworth!? Now try explaining it again, but this time, so that even a thief like me can get it!
Edgeworth:
(That... may prove to be a most difficult task.)
Walking Bad Badger
Kay:
I imagine this is how he snuck up on you.
Edgeworth:
That gadget of yours can even replicate people's movements?
Kay:
Well, it's used to plan heists, so of course it's gotta be able to simulate the police.
Edgeworth:
I-It's definitely very well made. (Perhaps too well made... Maybe I should confiscate it after the investigation.)
Hiding Bad Badger
Edgeworth:
I remember glancing over, and seeing this figure sitting here as I left the dining room...
Kay:
So I guess I got it spot on when I put it here in my re-creation!
Edgeworth:
(I didn't take a good look, but I'm sure there was a Badger here.)
Edgeworth:
Are you paying attention, Lance?
Lance:
Urk!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Deacon could not have been the one who struck me. Which leaves only you as our primary suspect.
Lance:
......Rrrnngh. Fine! It was me! I hit you!
Edgeworth:
It appears that you lied to me yet again, but see how quickly they catch up to you, Lance?
Kay:
Wait... Isn't Lance left handed?
Edgeworth:
Ah, yes. But that's what makes this deception all the more interesting. He used his right hand to make it look like Mr. Deacon had been the one to strike me. For you see, firing a with one's non-dominant hand is difficult... ...but that level of dexterity isn't required to swing a prop sword.
Lance:
Argn!
Edgeworth:
Kay! Please input this new data. The one who hit me from behind was Lance... ...or should I say, the Proto Badger.
Kay:
You got it! Here I gooooooo!
Edgeworth:
Now, we have a faithful re-creation of the situation around the attack on me.
Kay:
Alright! All we have to do is examine this new re-creation and...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Edgeworth:
And what exactly is so funny, Agent Lang!?
Lang:
That amusing little gadget, it sure packs a punch, right, Shih-na?
Shih-na:
Yes. It was all I could do to hold my laughter in.
Kay:
Hey! Don't make fun of Little Thief, you mean ol' werewolf! He and Mr. Edgeworth bring out the best in each other!
Lang:
You've had your little fun, but now it's my turn. I've sat quietly by, listening... ...but the crude conclusions you two keep spewing don't whet this wolf's appetite!
Edgeworth:
...!
Lang:
There's no guarantee that your toy will always show the real situation at any given time. All it displays is whatever information you put in there, right?
Kay:
Well, when you put it that way...
Lang:
Your suppositions are wrong. It's not your fault, so I'm going to let you in on this. There is a trick to this haunted house.
Edgeworth:
And what may that be exactly?
Lang:
A trick beyond what your tiny imaginations can produce! Shih-na!
Shih-na:
Here you are.
Lang:
Now then, what you missed, girlie... ...is written right here in this pamphlet.
Edgeworth:
"The Seven Wonders of the Haunted House: The Disappearing Badger!"...?
Kay:
Wh-What is this?
Lang:
I'd say that someone around here is fond of theatrics. And as you can see, they set a doll down at the end of this hallway for that purpose. Basically, the Blue Badger you saw was just a stupid doll!
Gatewater Land Pamphlet data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
H...How can this be!?
Lang:
Guess that throws your whole theory about it being your attacker right out the window!
Edgeworth:
Kkknnngh!
Kay:
B-But that can't be right! Maybe the culprit hid the doll somewhere! And then, he laid down and pretended to be it instead!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
If the criminal couldn't even hide himself in the hallway, how could he hide a giant doll?
Kay:
Hmph...
Lang:
Do you get it now? Thanks to your presumptions... ...your logic started off weak, and led you to the completely wrond conclusion.
Edgeworth:
Knngh!
Lang:
Now get off your high horse!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
............Kay, I wonder if you could please input the new information for me.
Lang:
! You don't know when to quit, do you?
Edgeworth:
I can't quit, not until I can declare that I've found the truth. Agent Lang, for the additional information, you have my thanks.
Lang:
Tch! There you go again... Well, see if I care!
Kay:
OK, I'm updating the re-creation now!
Kay:
That looks really weird... Look at how it changes from the Blue Badger into the Proto Badger all of a sudden.
Edgeworth:
If the slumped-over Badger was just a doll, where was my attacker hiding?
Kay:
Well, that's what we're going to find out, right!? So, come on, Mr. Edgeworth! Let's go!
Edgeworth:
Yes, let's. (This re-creation can't be right, which means there must be a contradiction somewhere.)
Logic
"Blue Badger in reverse" and "Mirror shards"
Leads to:
"Kay, do you remember what you said earlier?"
Proto Badger behind Edgeworth
Edgeworth:
It's the Proto Badger who struck me. I suppose I should really say that it is Lance.
Kay:
Ooh! Are you going to get him back?
Edgeworth:
I need not resort to violence when the lawsuit I plan to bring to court will suffice.
Kay:
Really!? Because, I would totally have decked him right back! If someone steals from me, I steal something from them. If I get hit, I hit them back. If I get paid, I return the money. That's the secret to how a Great Thief works!
Edgeworth:
(Her third statement doesn't seem to be of much benefit to her survival...)
Walking Proto Badger
Kay:
This is where the Proto Badger shows up in our re-creation.
Edgeworth:
Yes. Now the question is, "Where did he come from?"
Kay:
Yeah, but there's no place to hide in our current model.
Edgeworth:
(There must be an inconsistency somewhere...)
Hiding Blue Badger
Before deduce
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deduce
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Blue Badger
Edgeworth:
This Blue Badger is just a doll for use in this haunted house.
Kay:
I bet the one who killed this Blue Badger was the Bad Badger, right!?
Edgeworth:
According to the Blue Badger Bible, it says that they are each other's worst enemy.
Kay:
All because one's an "ally of justice" and the other's a "vile criminal with a gun"?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps, they were just destined to battle each other. (Much like the Steel Samurai and the Evil Magistrate...)
Blue Badger (after deduce)
Edgeworth:
(The Blue Badger in the pamphlet photo is in reverse to the regular Blue Badger. But why? There must be some sort of explanation...)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce belt and present Blue Badger Bible or Badger Photo Rally
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Hold on a second here! There is something wrong with this Blue Badger!
Kay:
Huh? Like what?
Edgeworth:
The way the belt is on him is opposite of how it should be. Did you make a mistake?
Kay:
That can't be! I inputted the image data exactly as it is in the pamphlet!
Edgeworth:
(So then, why is the Blue Badger dressed up in reverse (Blue Badger in reverse - The Blue Badger in the pamphlet is wearing his belt in the reverse direction.)?)
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This is in complete contradiction to this piece of evidence! ...Well, maybe it's not in "complete" contradiction...
Kay:
Hold it, Mr. Edgeworth! Which is it? Is it a contradiction or not?
Edgeworth:
S-Sorry... I don't quite now. (There is something wrong with this scene. That much I know for sure. ...Or maybe it's just a trick of the eye... No, that can't be it...)
Edgeworth:
Kay, do you remember what you said earlier?
Kay:
What I said earlier about what?
Edgeworth:
About how this building might as well have been a house of mirrors.
Kay:
A house of mirrors...? Oh! That would explain the reversed, or mirror, image!
Edgeworth:
Yes, this Blue Badger might be nothing more than the reflected image of a real one.
Kay:
Then was the Blue Badger you saw just a reflection?
Edgeworth:
When I looked down this hall, I thought it was perfectly straight. However, if there was a mirror...
Kay:
Oh! Then it would actually form an L-shape, right?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. I was deceived. The hallway was almost pitch black... ...and there was a beam in the way that obstructed my view of the other hallway.
Kay:
Wait, but why build this place like that? It sounds pretty pointless to me...
Edgeworth:
Kay, this house is just another attraction at an amusement park. They created a mirror-wall for a very specific purpose, one I can point out to you. This was the reason they built a mirror-wall:
Present Gatewater Land Pamphlet
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"As it's written in the pamphlet, the main draw of this attraction..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
......I don't get it. What's the connection between that and the mirror-wall?
Edgeworth:
It's up to you to deduce if there is a connection or not.
Kay:
.................. Wait, that's your job!
Edgeworth:
(Gnnrk! I should've  figured I couldn't get away with that one... Alright, this house is one of the attractions here at this park. It should be pretty easy to reason out why they placed a mirror-wall here...)
Leads back to:
"This was the reason they built a mirror-wall:"
Edgeworth:
As it's written in the pamphlet, the main draw of this attraction... ...is the mystery of the "disappearing Badger".
Kay:
You mean they built the mirror for that trick alone? But You said you saw the Badger, so it was definitely still there.
Edgeworth:
That was true, at the time, however... Doing this allows someone to make the Blue Badger disappear in a flash:
Move the mirror-wall
Leads to:
"To remove a reflected image, simply move the mirror."
Move the Blue Badger
Edgeworth:
All they would have to do is move the Blue Badger.
Kay:
But do you think someone could really do that?
Edgeworth:
Well, it's a rather expensive prop, so perhaps it isn't possible...
Kay:
Um, doesn't that kinda... ...ruin the whole point to having the mirror in the first place?
Edgeworth:
..........I suppose it does.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Come on, you can do better than this!
Edgeworth:
(Alright, once more...!)
Leads back to:
"Doing this allows someone to make the Blue Badger disappear in a flash:"
Dim the lamps
Edgeworth:
All they would have to do is dim the lamps.
Kay:
So that's how it's done! If it was completely dark in here...
Edgeworth:
...Then you wouldn't be able to see the Badger anymore.
Kay:
Yeah............ Wait, hold on! That's completely pointless! You wouldn't be able to see anything at all, not even where you were going!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Is that necessarily a bad thing?
Kay:
Well, it is if it negates the point of the attraction!
Edgeworth:
(I'd better rethink this...)
Leads back to:
"Doing this allows someone to make the Blue Badger disappear in a flash:"
Edgeworth:
To remove a reflected image, simply move the mirror. First, the mirror was constructed so that it could be moved. Then, beyond where the mirror was, an empty hallway had to be created.
Kay:
Oh, so when they wanted people to see the Blue Badger, the would open the mirror...
Edgeworth:
And when they wanted to hide it, they simply had to close it again. This explains why the other side of these fragments have a design on them.
Kay:
Ahh, and if the pattern is the same as the other walls in this hallway...
Edgeworth:
...Then, when the mirror is closed, it would blend in with the rest of the walls. This is the mirror trick that this haunted house employs. And this... also proves the existence of a hiding place for the culprit.
Kay:
Huh? How so?
Edgeworth:
Think about it, Kay. There was a place that was outside of my field of vision! The culprit kept out of sight by hiding here!
Present corridor behind the mirror
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There was a very large blind spot, one I could not see beyond, and it was here!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
..................Umm... I'm not sure how he "kept out of sight" by standing there.
Edgeworth:
You mean to say that even a Great Thief like yourself couldn't hide here?
Kay:
Even the Yatagarasu has walls she can't overcome, you know!
Edgeworth:
As I thought... I suppose it wasn't possible for the culprit either, in that case.
Kay:
If you already knew that, then why did you bring it up in the first place!?
Edgeworth:
(Nnrgk! I need to rethink this...)
Leads back to:
"The culprit kept out of sight by hiding here!"
Edgeworth:
There was a very large blind spot, one I could not see beyond, and it was here! If my assailant hid on the other side of the movable mirror...
Kay:
...Then you wouldn't be able to see him! He didn't even need to do anything to the Blue Badger doll!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. All he had to do was wait for me on the other side of the mirror.
Kay:
Wait... Hold on... I just thought of something.
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Kay:
Well... Shouldn't the mirror-wall be broken right now, in reality?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Since we have a few shards of it, we can probably assume it is. (Yes... It most definitely is broken. The question is, "When was it broken?" Since we found these inside the victim's costume... ...that would mean that the victim was there when the mirror was broken. Wait... That sound...)
???:
LeAVe tHe MoNEy aND GO. NoW.
Edgeworth:
(That sound I heard was most definitely the sound of a mirror breaking!) Kay, I'd like you to input some new information!
Kay:
Aaack! Don't scare me like that!
Edgeworth:
Sorry. But I need you to re-create something for me.
Kay:
Sure, whatever you need! So what DO you need, anyway?
Edgeworth:
If you could first re-create this hallway just before I entered the dining room...
Kay:
You got it!
Edgeworth:
Now this... I believe this is how it was right before I entered the dining room. Although, at the time, I thought it was but a single straight hallway. And then, I went inside. It was around then that I heard the sound of a mirror shattering!
Kay:
You heard what...!? Then...!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I believe it was then that the mirror was broken.
Kay:
OK, so then when you stepped outside into the hallway again...
Edgeworth:
...The mirror-wall should not longer exist. Kay, please re-create that!
Kay:
Got it!
Kay:
Wait, but with the mirror gone, the culprit lost his hiding spot! So where did he go in his Proto Badger suit, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Hah, that's easy enough. With the mirror gone, he simply hid himself in the branch hallway.
Kay:
Hmm... I think this about wraps it up. Looks like we finally solved everything!
Edgeworth:
No, not yet. An even larger contradiction has now reared its head.
Kay:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps you did not notice... ...but this re-creation contains a very troubling inconsistency. The inconsistency between what I saw and the re-creation lies...
Present empty straight corridor
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Kay, take a good look at the end of the hall."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Here!
Kay:
Huh!? Are you sure that contradicts what you saw?
Edgeworth:
Ah, well... that's something even I must look into a bit more.
Kay:
What!? If even you're having a tough time with this, then it must be one tricksy trick! .........Hey! Wait, you didn't mean what you just said, did you!?
Edgeworth:
(Urnnngh!)
Kay:
Stop messing with me and just tell me the answer already!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Very well. (Thank goodness. It would seem that she failed to notice my slip-up... The scene I saw before me, and what's being presented in this re-creation... There's something that was there on site that isn't in this re-creation...)
Leads back to:
"The inconsistency between what I saw and the re-creation lies..."
Edgeworth:
Kay, take a good look at the end of the hall.
Kay:
Oh! There's no Blue Badger there!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. The Blue Badger that I saw in reality is not here. This is the final point on this long chain of logic; the last remaining contradiction.
Kay:
So, let me get this straight. When you came out of the dining room... ...you saw a Badger, right?
Edgeworth:
And that is precisely where the final contradiction lies. Something that shouldn't exist was there before me. Who, or what do you suppose it was? I believe this is the real identity of our mystery Badger!
Present Victim's Costume or Mr. Deacon's Murder Notes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Kay, take a good look at the end of the hall."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is what I really saw at the scene of the crime!
Kay:
You mistook that for a Badger? You disappoint me! We've worked so hard to get here; don't get all weird on me now!
Edgeworth:
...Gnnrk! The last contradiction...
Leads back to:
"I believe this is the real identity of our mystery Badger!"
Edgeworth:
The Badger I saw was, in actuality, the dead victim's body!
Lance:
...Urk!
Lang:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, the entirely of my complete logic is my final, decisive piece of evidence. The murder happened in the hallway of the haunted house at the time of the drop-off. And you can consider the moment I heard the mirror breaking... ...to be the real time of death for Mr. Deacon.
Lang:
Noooo!
Edgeworth:
Maybe it was due to their fighting, or perhaps it was the life-shattering bullet... ...but no matter what the cause was, the hallway mirror-wall was broken.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Ha! You were in the house at the time, right? Are you telling me that you missed the sound of gunshot!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There were a variety of sound effects playing at the time... All for theatrics, I assume. The gunshot must have blended right in.
Lang:
Aiya!
Edgeworth:
Now then, I'd like you to recall something for me. Who was it that was with the victim at the haunted house?
Lance:
...Urk!
Edgeworth:
Who was the one who had the opportunity to rob the victim of his gun and use it on him?
Lance:
...Nnnguuurk!
Edgeworth:
It was you! Lance Amano!
Lance:
I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorry!
Lance:
It's not like I had a choice! Oliver turned on me all of a sudden! He snapped and turned violent right after I hung up with you! He shoved me to the ground and straddled me! I fought back as hard as I could, grabbed his gun, and... I shot him! The bullet must've went through his body and shattered the mirror...! If I hadn't taken his gun and shot him first, I would've been the one you found! He's a hardened criminal! He escaped from jail!
Ernest:
See! That's justified self-defense! My boy was only trying to protect himself!
Edgeworth:
That remains to be seen, and will have to be resolved in court. Agent Lang, I leave the rest to you.
Lang:
Heh, as if YOU were the one in charge around here! Guys! Arrest these two and get them out of my sight!
Ernest:
W-Wait! I had nothing to do with the murder! The only person you should be arresting is Lance!
Lance:
D-Dad!
Lang:
Sorry, but you're not slipping away that easily, Mr. Ernest Amano. You tampered with the evidence so that you could cover for your son. What a great dad you are, willing to risk it all! Truly touching.
Ernest:
Grrrrrrrr!
Lang:
By the way... Do you know why I'm really here?
Ernest:
And how could I possibly know the answer to such an asinine question!?
Lang:
You wound me. I came all this way from across the sea, just to see you, you know.
Ernest:
You came to see... me?
Edgeworth:
(What's that supposed to mean...?)
Lang:
I have a few things to ask you, Mr. Amano, about a case from 10 years ago.
Edgeworth:
A case from 10 years ago?
Lang:
Oh, what's the name that you use here for that case? Shih-na!
Shih-na:
It's known as the KG-8 Incident.
Ernest:
!
Edgeworth:
The KG-8 Incident...!?
Lang:
Oh, so you remember it? Good. Then you'll recall that the trigger in that case was the Amano Group scandal. Specifically, the charge of an internal smuggling ring.
Edgeworth:
(Smuggling... There's that word again.)
Lang:
At the time, the person that was arrested as the ringleader... ...was Mr. Amano's very own secretary, Mr. Colin Devorae.
Paups:
Ah! Father...!
Lang:
Even though you pushed the crime onto your then-secretary, Mr. Devorae... ...I always suspected that you were involved with the smuggling ring, Mr. Amano. Mr. Devorae was arrested in place of you... ...which is why when he broke out, you hid him from the police, right? You hid him in exchange for his silence on your little, dirty secret!
Ernest:
Now, now, now, now, now! Please calm down. I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.
Lang:
Heh, pretend to be ignorant all you want. We're taking you down to the precinct anyway for a nice, long chat.
Ernest:
..................
Hold it!
Lang:
What the--!? Who the heck was that!?
???:
I'll take him down to the precinct, if you don't mind.
Lang:
And who the heck are you?
Portsman:
I'm Jacques Portsman, and I'm the prosecutor in charge of this case.
Ernest:
Oh, Jacques! Thank goodness you're here...!
Lang:
Don't jerk me around! This is an Interpol case, so keep your paws off of my suspect!
Portsman:
Sorry, but I can't comply. I've got the backing of the Prosecutor's Office. See, in this country, we prosecutors work with the police to bring cases to court. So if you could please cooperate with me here, that'd be great! Now, how about a handshake to seal the deal!?
Lang:
Sorry, but I hate prosecutors, the whole lot of you! Guys! Arrest the two suspects!
Sir!
Lang:
Oh, I almost forgot. Prosecutor Mile Edgeworth... is it? I'd like to thank you.
Edgeworth:
Thank me?
Lang:
Yeah. For working so hard to fulfill my goal.
Edgeworth:
............
Kay:
Hey! Is that any way to thank someone!? And what the heck is that supposed to mean!?
Lang:
You were so relentless with Lance that you forced Ernest to tamper with the evidence. Thanks to that, I finally had a legitimate reason to arrest him. So, how does it feel to bite the hand that feeds you?
Edgeworth:
The hand that feeds me? I'm not sure I follow.
Lang:
Heh! It's no use pretending with me! You're the one, right? You're the corrupt prosecutor that's working for Mr. Amano and the smuggling ring, right?
Edgeworth:
...No. I would never do such a thing.
Lang:
Tch! What the heck!? Our intel's never wrong! In your Prosecutor's Office, there's definitely someone working with the ring.
Edgeworth:
(Ah, so Agent Lang suspected my relation to Mr. Amano... That must be the real reason behind his antagonistic attitude!)
Lang:
On top of that, your mentor was Manfred von Karma, right?
Edgeworth:
!
Lang:
There were non-stop rumors flying around about forged evidence with that guy. You're not twisting the truth behind those closed courtroom doors, too, are you?
Edgeworth:
.........The courtroom... is a place where the truth is revealed!
Lang:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Well, don't worry; it's not only you. The whole lot of you can't be trusted. "A prosecutor who never lost in 40 years"? "Every defendant must be found guilty"? Fueled by those ideas, is it any wonder that courts produce nothing but falsities and lies!?
Edgeworth:
(It would seem... that his disdain extends beyond just me. Prosecutors, the courts... Why is this man so angry with us all?)
Lang:
Rest assured, the next time we meet, I won't be so forgiving. So, don't you forget it.
Edgeworth:
Please, wait.
Shih-na:
!
Edgeworth:
Agent Shih-na... Why does Agent Lang hate all prosecutors so?
Shih-na:
............ Lang is the head of the long-honored House of Lang in Zheng Fa. The heads of all police-related divisions in that country were of Lang blood...
Edgeworth:
"Were"? What do you mean by that? Aren't they still?
Shih-na:
They were revered, but that was long ago. They don't hold that sort of sway anymore. ...And it was all because of the courts.
Edgeworth:
How can that be...?
Shih-na:
A prosecutor once withheld and tampered with the evidence one of the Lang detectives found. That evidence's purity was tarnished, and cost the Lang family its honor and trust.
Edgeworth:
But... not all prosecutors are like that.
Shih-na:
.................. Even so, Lang will never respect the court again. ......Or any prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(So Agent Lang is a man who hates all courts, and is unwilling to forgive prosecutors...)
Portsman:
Man, what a piece of work that guy is. Come on, Jim. We'd better catch up.
Faith:
Yeah.
Portsman:
We've still got to deliver that thing to the old man, after all.
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. I believe it's time we wrapped up and headed home ourselves.
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Are you going home, too, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
No. I've done nothing but be entangled in one mess after another since my return. If it's alright with you, can you drop me off at my office?
Gumshoe:
No problem, sir!
Paups:
Um, excuse me...
Gumshoe:
Yes? What is it?
Paups:
Um... I... That is... Thank you very much!
Gumshoe:
Aww, it's OK. No need to thank me, pal! Just doing my job as a detective!
Paups:
I guess I was fooled pretty badly by Lance... Oh, cruel fate! What's a woman to do when she's been hurt by the one she loves? And to think I never realized my father was right there... I never said anything to him... I knew it! I'm...! I'm... a failure!
Kay:
Ah, there she goes again, talking to herself!
Edgeworth:
.........Ms. Paups. I wonder if you know why your father participated in the kidnapping?
Paups:
No, I have no idea...
Edgeworth:
Your father died while he was trying to stop Lance. Which means, that from the beginning, he had no interest in the staged, self-abduction.
Kay:
Wait, then why did he...?
Edgeworth:
I believe it was because of your presence, Ms. Paups.
Paups:
Me...?
Edgeworth:
Lance realized that the two of you were related. Which is why he used you as a hostage, to coerce Mr. Devorae into cooperating.
Paups:
Father...
Edgeworth:
As a felon, he could not tell you of his real relation to you. However, as the Amano family butler, at the very least, he was able to watch over you. It was all he could do, but that was the shape of his overflowing love for you.
Paups:
..................
Edgeworth:
Hm? Go on, speak your mind.
Paups:
I! I-I! Um... That is...! Th-Thank you very much!
Edgeworth:
You're welcome... although, there is no need to thank me...
Paups:
.................. Ah! No, Lauren! Stop! I mean, this man's so much older than you!
Kay:
Hee hee, looks like you've completely stolen her away, Mr. Edgeworth!
Gumshoe:
Way to go, sir!
Kay:
Your technique is way beyong the level of a Great Thief!
Edgeworth:
? What are you going on about now?
Kay:
Wow... Your deducing skills may be sound, but you have no street-smarts.
Gumshoe:
That's Mr. Edgeworth for you.
Kay:
Yeah... I mean, he still hasn't figured out who I am at all.
Edgeworth:
?
Kay:
If you haven't remembered in all this time, I guess I'm just going to have to say it. This isn't the first time we've met, you know.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean, pal!? Mr. Edgeworth!? How do you know this girl...!?
Kay:
Hmph... Looks like you totally forgot me, too, Gummy.
Gumshoe:
"Gummy"?
Kay:
Here. Maybe this will jog your memories. I promised I'd return this to you one day, remember?
Edgeworth:
That's...
Edgeworth:
That single piece of cloth took me back, far into my past... ...to that fateful day seven years ago, when I first met the then-child Kay... ...and Detective Gumshoe.
THE END
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, about this piece of evidence...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Confidence is like a soul, and words without confidence are but empty shells." You shouldn't waste your breath on words you have no confidence in, Mr. Prosecutor. Although, it's just as bad to say something in full confidence and be wrong!
Edgeworth:
Arghn!
Kay:
Are you going to let him lecture you about your self-confidence like that!?
Edgeworth:
(I don't need to be overflowing with self-confidence; I just need to think rationally. After all, I only need to be confident in the facts!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, if you could take a look at this piece of evidence... ...you'd see that there is a very big flaw in your logic.
Lang:
Flaw? Are you sure it's not your eyes that are flawed? Talk to me again when you can see straight!
Edgeworth:
(Gnnrk! Maybe this wasn't the piece I was looking for after all!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement just now stands in contradiction to this piece of evidence!
Lang:
That thing has nothing to do with what I was saying. Now, put it away! And your logic is so badly in need of repair that you might as well throw it out, too! This is the real deal here. Your courtroom mannerisms are worthless at a crime scene!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk...! You dare to insult the courts!?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Lauren Paups)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Paups, this evidence stands in clear contradiction to your statement just now.
Paups:
.........Huh? Where?
Lang:
Hmph. It's not polite to confuse poor, helpless girls, Mr. Prosecutor. Until you have something significant to add, stuff that jabot of yours in your mouth!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! It's a cravat, and It's a fashion statement, not a gag! (I need to calmly listen, and then present my evidence...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Lauren Paups)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Take a good look at this!
Paups:
What about it...?
Gumshoe:
Um, Mr. Edgeworth, sir... I don't think you pulled out the right piece of evidence...
Lang:
Hahaha! Wonderful subordinate there, so willing to point out his boss's mistakes!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk! Detective Gumshoe, you will refrain from excessive talking!
Gumshoe:
I-I'll try, sir...
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Lauren Paups)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Even after looking at this, can you still claim what you just said to be true?
Paups:
A-Actually... I can.
Lang:
Ha ha ha! She showed you!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrghk!
Kay:
He's laughing pretty hard at you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I know... But I refuse to allow him to ruffle my feathers. (I'm going to remain calm and collected, and find my contradiction!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Lance Amano)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You're lying, Lance! Even you must have realized that by now, Agent Lang.
Lang:
Hey, now... Mr. Prosecutor. I'm not your pal, or even your ally! It's your line of logic, so explain it yourself!
Edgeworth:
S-Sorry...
Lance:
Look, just hurry up and get to the point. It's not like I've got all the time in the world.
Edgeworth:
(So you say, but you're not exactly at liberty to leave, either.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Lance Amano)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Lance... I think you'll find that this evidence speaks to the contrary.
Paups:
Are you sure you want to phrase it that way? There are no take-backs when you make a guessing mistake, you know.
Lang:
Ha ha ha! Guessing mistake! Yup! That's our Mr. Prosecutor alright!
Edgeworth:
Gnnngk... (I certainly didn't mean for it to come out sounding like a guess...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Lance Amano)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement just now contradicts this piece for evidence.
Lance:
How... How... How dare you call me a liar!? And in such a loud voice with evidence that doesn't make any sense!
Lang:
You have no idea how to put two ideas together to make a logical argument, do you!?
Edgeworth:
(Aaah! I didn't think my reasoning was as bad as that!)
Too many penalties (during investigation of Isolation Room)
Edgeworth:
(I admit defeat. I can't seem to find a way out...)
Kay:
Looks like our only choice is to wait, huh?
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! But we were so close!)
Edgeworth:
A few hours later, Kay and I were freed by the police. Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during argument in Main Gate)
Lang:
I think your half-baked logic needs some more time in the oven, Mr. Prosecutor! You guys! What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation? Take this young lady away!
Edgeworth:
Wait! We still don't know the truth behind what was happened...
Paups:
It's alright... I need to pay the price for what I've done...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (Main Gate after Ernest arrives and during investigation of Haunted House)
Lance:
Look, we all know you're just chasing your delusions, so let's stop wasting time, alright? You want to suspect me, Mr. Edgeworth, but you haven't got a single shred of evidence.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...!
Ernest:
Now, now... I say we let the courts resolve the rest.
Edgeworth:
A few days later, Lance was acquitted of all charges due to lack of evidence. Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
The Last Inquisitor
Transcript
Chapter 9
The Last Inquisitor
Special Court
Judge:
Court is now once again in session. However... I must say, I am quite surprised at this recent turn of events... To see Miss Kira at the witness stand once again... Frankly, I cannot believe my eyes! You...were most certainly sent to the flames as a witch!
Th-that's right! I was there! I saw it! She most certainly was...Th-then how... How is she still alive?!Is it...because she's a witch? Can witches not die?!No! She...she must have used "Dimere" and vanished just in time!I-I say send her straight to the fire! We'll do it ourselves if we have to!
Darklaw:
...Enough. A witch must be in possession of a Talea Magica in order to use magic. I hate to disappoint you all, but do you see such a thing on her person? ...I think not!
Judge:
B-but... She must have... That girl must have used Dimere. Surely you can see that, High Inquisitor.
Darklaw:
Dimere is a spell able to make someone disappear from sight. It cannot make one vanish entirely. And besides... an investigation conducted by the Knights of the Inquisition has concluded that this girl is not capable of using magic.
Kira:
............
Judge:
Listen well, Miss Kira. Your existence alone jeopardizes the very peace of Labyrinthia. Yet, given the current situation... it is now imperative that you testify to this court regarding what you saw. Immediately!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
...That will not be necessary.
Judge:
Wh-what...?
Darklaw:
This girl has already been convicted and tried as a witch in a previous trial. What good could come of her testimony?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But... She was found hiding at the crime scene! I'd say that makes her a very important witness! A witness whose testimony we cannot choose to ignore!
Judge:
High Inquisitor Darklaw... I'm afraid your objection is overruled.
Darklaw:
............ You wish to proceed then? Very well. ...Let us see just how much of her "story" this girl is willing to tell the court, shall we?
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
(There's no doubt about it. Ms Kira must have escaped through the passage leading under the Chamber of Fire. Although... from the looks of it, the judge doesn't have a clue that escape route even exists.)
Maya:
I wish he'd hurry up and get the hint! I'm dying to take this helmet off already. The top of my head REALLY itches...
Phoenix:
Sorry, Maya. Take that thing off now, and we're as good as done. Just hang in there a little while longer.
Maya:
Aaawww...
Judge:
Very well. Witness... You may begin your testimony. Explain to the court how you are standing here in court today... And why you were hiding at the crime scene!
Kira:
............
Witness Testimony
- My Role and Identity -
Kira:
I am not familiar with this "Kira" you keep talking about... I came from the Eldwitch Woods...
I came to this town...to summon forth the fire dragon and kill the Storyteller.
As it rained...I waited near the bell tower, next to the Vigilantes, for my chance.
I...was only there to carry out my orders. I don't know anything else...outside of that.
Judge:
Y-you came here to...KILL the Storyteller?!
Kira:
...Yes. That was my task.
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Keep in mind, this girl was not the one who summoned the fire dragon in the end... That was the accused! As I warned you earlier, there is nothing to be gained from this witch's testimony!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Now hold on. She was still present at the scene of the crime with the intent to murder the Storyteller! The defence insists we be permitted to continue with our cross-examination on those grounds! (Darklaw is really trying to weasel her way out of this cross-examination... That means...there HAS to be something there...)
Darklaw:
............ ...Hmph...
Judge:
I must admit, I too am extremely interested in hearing what this witness has to say. ...Defender! You may begin your interrogation!
Cross Examination
- My Role and Identity -
Kira:
I am not familiar with this "Kira" you keep talking about... I came from the Eldwitch Woods...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You say you're...not familiar with the name "Kira"?
Kira:
...Yes. I've never heard it before.
Judge:
B-but...I say! That is your name, young lady! Honestly, what witchery is this?!
Kira:
............ I have no name. ...I am simply a resident of the Eldwitch Woods. Nothing more.
Judge:
Eldwitch Woods...? The very same woods said to house the souls of the witches sent to the flames? Are you telling me they really exist?!
Maya:
No matter how you look at her, the Kira up on that witness stand doesn't look like much of a soul to me.
Darklaw:
The girl has lost all memory of ever being a flower seller... That is all.
Phoenix:
(If that's the case... then I wonder if she even remembers our run-in back at the marketplace...) ...Um. Say, Ms Kira, do you happen to remember me at all?
Kira:
............ ...No. I do not know you. I first saw you just now at the bell tower.
Kira:
I came to this town...to summon forth the fire dragon and kill the Storyteller.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Did you just say..."fire dragon"?
Kira:
...Yes. It was all a part of my orders. I was told to come here this evening and wait for the right moment when the Storyteller would appear before the people... Only then was I supposed to shout out the incantation as loudly as possible. ...Oh great beast from the inferno... ...Heed my call...Granwyrm...!
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
...!
Maya:
...!
............
Darklaw:
...I believe this bears repeating: the girl does not possess a sceptre. It is impossible for her to summon any sort of magical dragon!
Judge:
...A-ah. Yes! Quite right, High Inquisitor!
Phoenix:
(Then why are you hiding underneath the bench, Your Honour?)
Judge:
Ahem... Hmm... Yes, well... It is as I thought, then. She could not have cast the spell.
Darklaw:
...I believe I have made it perfectly clear. This girl is not the Great Witch Bezella. Naturally, the Great Witch is... that girl there, Espella Cantabella. There can be no other.
Judge:
Hmm...
Kira:
As it rained...I waited near the bell tower, next to the Vigilantes, for my chance.
Press (before pressing last statement, or after adding statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Hold it right there, Ms Kira! You snuck right past the Vigilantes?
Kira:
Yes, that's right. My orders at that time were to-
Darklaw:
...The girl is a witch.
Kira:
...!
Darklaw:
Therefore, something as simple as vanishing from sight is child's play. ...Isn't that right, witness?
Kira:
............ Yes. That is correct.
Judge:
Ah ha! I remember now! Just a few days ago, this girl... used that very vanishing spell! Dimere, if memory serves!
Kira:
............
Darklaw:
Well, what are you gawking at, witness? Continue with your testimony.
Phoenix:
(What was that just now...? I could've sworn I just saw Kira's face turn even paler than normal...)
Press (after pressing last statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Hold it right there, Ms Kira! You snuck right past the Vigilantes?
Kira:
Yes, that's right. My orders at that time were to-
Darklaw:
...The girl is a witch.
Kira:
...!
Darklaw:
Therefore, something as simple as vanishing from sight is child's play. ...Isn't that right, witness?
Kira:
............ Yes. That is correct.
Judge:
Ah ha! I remember now! Just a few days ago, this girl... used that very vanishing spell! Dimere, if memory serves!
Kira:
............
Darklaw:
Well, what are you gawking at, witness? Continue with your testimony.
Phoenix:
(What was that just now...? I could've sworn I just saw Kira's face turn even paler than normal... Wait a second...there's something not right about this testimony. It's just a hunch, but... What should I do?)
Press further
Phoenix:
...Ms Kira! I have one simple question for you. You stated earlier in your testimony that you snuck past the Vigilantes guarding the bell tower and went right inside... Tell me, did you use the spell Dimere to get by them?
Kira:
............
Judge:
Th-that must certainly be the case. Had she not, she would surely have been spotted.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...But, remember what she let slip just a moment or two ago. She denied being a witch...and stated she "cannot use magic".
Judge:
...Ah!
Phoenix:
Therefore, if that's true... then you, Ms Kira, would not have been able to use Dimere at all!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
...What a ridiculous argument. How else would this girl have been able to walk right into the bell tower unnoticed by the guards? Explain that!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I have a better idea... How about we have the witness herself explain it to you?! What do you say, Ms Kira?
Kira:
............ ...I...am not a witch...
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
...And I...cannot use magic...
Judge:
S-so then... exactly HOW were you able to ascend the bell tower without being noticed? Witness! Amend your testimony this instant!
Kira:
...Okay...
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
(Wh-what's going on...? There's got to be another way she got into that bell tower unseen... But other than magic, I have no idea what that could be...)
Adds statement "I was wearing the robe of invisibility...so no one was able to see me there."
Don't bother
Phoenix:
(I'm not 100 per cent sure there's anything funny here. Is there something I'm missing?)
Maya:
I dunno... Even I noticed something a little weird in there. There's...definitely something funny about what she just said. I say you press first and ask questions later, Nick!
Phoenix:
(She might actually be right... Maybe I should try doing a little less thinking and a little more questioning...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Kira:
I was wearing the robe of invisibility...so no one was able to see me there.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
W-wait just a second! D-did  you just say "robe of invisibility"...?
Kira:
...Yes. That is correct.
Judge:
A robe...of invisibility...? S-surely you don't mean... a robe that can make one vanish from sight when worn?
Kira:
...Yes. That is correct.
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
...Ms Kira! Do you have that robe on you right now?
Kira:
I...don't have it.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Kira:
That is...I dropped it... Back at the bell tower...
Phoenix:
............ (...What the heck was that? Why was Kira...looking over at Darklaw when she spoke just now?)
Darklaw:
...Are you listening to this farce, Milord? Surely you do not give any credence to this witness' testimony. Especially to this preposterous notion of a "robe of invisibility"!
Judge:
Hmm...indeed. I must say, witness, that is quite an unbelievable story.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I don't think it's that crazy, Your Honour.
Darklaw:
...What?
Phoenix:
If something like magic can exist, the chances of a robe of invisibility being real are pretty high, wouldn't you say?!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
...If such is the case. Then how about you put your evidence where your mouth is? Prove that this "robe of invisibility" exists.
Phoenix:
P-prove it...?
Judge:
...Hmm. What say you, defender? Can you prove to the court that the robe of invisibility does, in fact, exist?
Present evidence
Phoenix:
...Yes, Your Honour. The defence believes it has evidence to prove the robe's existence.
Darklaw:
Why am I not surprised? A ridiculous defender only begets ridiculous arguments.
Phoenix:
(I've gotta admit...an invisible robe does sound pretty far-fetched, even for Labyrinthia... But... If there's even the slightest possibility this evidence is right... then I've got to try it!)
Judge:
Very well. Defender, please show the court this evidence. Show us the piece of evidence that proves the existence of this robe!
Present Flour-Covered Robe
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There was, in fact, a robe dropped and left at the crime scene tonight."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
...Well now. It would seem there is actually something more absurd than a robe of invisibility... And that something...is you, defender.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Darklaw:
I am far more inclined to believe in the existence of this fantastical robe...than in your ability to properly perform in court!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaarrrrrrgh! (Two against one... Yeah, that's real fair.)
Judge:
We will continue with the interrogation. Defender, I recommend you take this time to really think about what you've learned just now.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honour...
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it for now
Phoenix:
The defence...cannot prove that just yet, Your Honour.
Darklaw:
I must say, defender. Given your penchant for the absurd, I find this rather sensible decision quite surprising.
Maya:
Nick! A-are you just going to let her sit there and stump us?
Phoenix:
Well, it IS a "robe of invisibility", Maya... I mean... how exactly am I supposed to prove the existence of something that's invisible? It's impossible.
Maya:
Impossible, huh...? Well...there is one thing you could try. Just say... "Your Honour! The fact you can't see this evidence PROVES beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's really an invisible robe!"
Phoenix:
(Wait...what?)
Judge:
...Now see here, you two. I will not have you presenting imaginary evidence in MY courtroom.
Phoenix:
...Of course, Your Honour! (Looks like I've got to try again with some REAL evidence...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Flour-Covered Robe
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There was, in fact, a robe dropped and left at the crime scene tonight."
Kira:
I...was only there to carry out my orders. I don't know anything else...outside of that.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Kira, who exactly gave you your orders?
Kira:
............ I cannot say.
Phoenix:
...And why is that?
Kira:
I am not to disclose the identity of the one who has given me my orders. ...That, in itself, is an order.
Phoenix:
(How convenient...)
Kira:
I am only supposed to carry out my orders. Nothing more. I do not know anything else. And besides... There is nothing more that I can really do.
Phoenix:
"Nothing more" she can do...?
Judge:
But, hold on just a minute! Surely you are capable of using magic... You ARE a witch, are you not?!
Kira:
............ ...I...am not a witch...
Judge:
...! What did you just say?
Kira:
............ I...cannot use magic...
Phoenix:
She...can't use magic?
Darklaw:
This girl is a witch... Every person in this courtroom knows that as a matter of fact. There can be nary a doubt.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
(Hmm...doesn't look like there's much to work with...)
Maya:
Hmm... Even though she just finished explaining everything, I still don't fully understand. Oh man, Nick... You don't think this Kira is actually some sort of crazy magical zombie, do you?!
Phoenix:
...Maya. You went through the same thing as Kira. Did you become a "magical zombie"?
Maya:
Oh yeah... I guess not, huh?
Phoenix:
(Luke and I couldn't believe it was Kira when we ran into her in the marketplace... I mean, we thought for sure she was a goner back at the trial.)
Maya:
I don't think I'm far off, though. This Kira is way different than the old Kira. It looks like she doesn't remember a thing. She's almost like another person entirely.
Phoenix:
But... What if that's just it, Maya? What if the Kira right here, right now, is the real Kira and the "old" Kira wasn't?
Maya:
The real Kira, huh?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, and that's why... I think I'm bound to find something useful in her testimony!)
Maya:
We can do this, Nick! I hope you're ready to slam on some desks, because we're gonna do some serious pressing here!
Phoenix:
There was, in fact, a robe dropped and left at the crime scene tonight.
Judge:
A robe...?
Phoenix:
Ms Kira... That robe of invisibility that you mentioned earlier wouldn't happen to be... this one right here, would it?
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
How ludicrous! You are trying to tell the court THAT is the robe of invisibility? If it's really a robe of invisibility, then...how is it we can see it right now, dirty white spots and all?!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaarrrgh! (Well...she's kinda got a point there...)
Maya:
Oh, hey! What if the robe...actually disappears when you wear it?! Give it here, Nick! Watch in wonder as Maya the Magnificent disappears before your very eyes!
Maya:
...So? Are you amazed yet?
Phoenix:
............ ...Yeah, I'm amazed. At how totally ridiculous you look in that.
Maya:
Hey! What gives?! This thing must be busted or something! ...I didn't disappear at all!
Phoenix:
(Hmm...well, that's not it.)
???:
...No...
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
Tonight...at the bell tower...I was wearing that robe.
Judge:
Wh... What did you saaaaaaaay?! ...Order! I said order! B-but how is that possible? The robe did not disappear at all just now...
Kira:
............ That's because of the white powder on it... It's usually not that dirty...
Phoenix:
Oh... Y-you mean...these spots here? (Please, don't tell me...)
Maya:
Oh yeah! Patty totally unloaded an entire bag of flour on to those knights, remember?
Phoenix:
Not to mention it was still raining when we were up there. The flour must have gotten nice and wet, so it's stained the robe. Say, what if... we try washing the flour off...?
Judge:
Ah! There is a small water fountain at the edge of the square. Head there right now and wash the robe so that we can get to the bottom of this. Quickly now!
Town Square Outskirts
Maya:
All right, this shouldn't be too hard. Take notes, Nick. THIS is how you do the laundry! See, all you have to do is throw the robe into the water, like so...
.....................
Maya:
...Wait, what?
Phoenix:
So? Do you see anything, Maya?
Maya:
Th-that's just it... I don't see a thing... It's disappeared...
Phoenix:
What?!
I frantically took a close look at the water in the fountain. But... the robe had actually vanished without a trace, right there inside the fountain!
Special Court
Judge:
...Defender. What is the meaning of this?! How could you have lost such a vital piece of evidence?!
Phoenix:
Y-Your Honour, it wasn't on purpose! Trust me, I wish I knew how it happened... (I can't believe it... The robe actually disappeared from sight...)
???:
...Umm...
Kira:
I don't quite know what you're talking about. I can...still see the robe just fine.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Kira:
...Look. It's right here, see?
Phoenix:
N-no Ms Kira... I really DON'T see... (...Because there's nothing TO see!)
Maya:
...So, is that how it works? Putting the robe on makes you disappear completely from sight... But from the looks of it, only Kira is able to actually see the robe itself...
Kira:
...It is not just me. It's all inhabitants of the Eldwitch Woods. All of us can see the robe.
Phoenix:
The Eldwitch Woods...
Kira:
Our village lies deep within the recesses of the forest...in a world much different from this one. That's where I live. As long as we obey the "law" of the land, we are allowed to live there.
Phoenix:
(I knew it. There's definitely something different about Kira compared to the rest of the townspeople here...)
Judge:
For the time being... seeing as only the witness can see the robe, we will cover it in flour again for the sake of visibility.
Invisible Robe updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
But... There's still one tiny thing bothering me. Ms Kira, your robe was found on the middle floor of the bell tower, the same floor where we found my client. However...you were hiding on the uppermost level of the bell tower.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
You testified a little while ago that you dropped your robe, but... I have to wonder... What exactly were you doing there on that top floor?!
Kira:
............
Judge:
...Hmm. It would seem...there is still much we must ask this witness. What say you, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
............ 'Tis the inquisition's duty to follow Milord's decision on such matters. ...I have no objections.
Judge:
...Very well. Witness, you are hereby ordered to continue with your testimony. Tell us what happened between your sneaking up to the top floor of the bell tower and tonight's most terrible crime!
Kira:
...Yes, okay.
Witness Testimony
- What Happened on the Top Floor -
Kira:
I was waiting on the middle floor of the tower. I started to turn around, but I was too late...
They attacked me from behind. There was nothing I could do. My arm was restrained, and the attacker covered my mouth...
As I struggled to get away...I think I managed to pull something off of my attacker...
That's when I lost consciousness... I woke up to find myself next to the bell on the top floor of the tower.
Judge:
W-witness, are you saying... someone attacked you while you were in the bell tower?!
Kira:
Yes... That is correct.
Phoenix:
But...who?!
Kira:
I...don't know. Th-they attacked me from behind, so I couldn't see who it was...
Judge:
Hmm... So you were unconscious the entire time after that?
Kira:
That's why...I was unable to complete my mission... But even if I hadn't been unconscious, I couldn't have done anything trapped high up in the belfry like that...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I wonder if that weird contraption we found there was used to move Kira up to the belfry... At least, I can't see any other way she could have got up there...)
Darklaw:
You heard the witness. She was locked up in the belfry of the tower. ...In other words, she couldn't have had anything to do with tonight's events. Therefore, there is no need for this utterly useless interrogation!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Not so fast! The witness also testified that someone attacked her tonight.
Judge:
Defender, are you implying...that this attacker could have been Bezella?
Phoenix:
...I cannot say for certain, Your Honour. Regardless, the defence requests we be allowed to cross-examine this witness!
Judge:
Request granted. Now then, defender, you may begin your interrogation!
Phoenix:
(And here's where the "fun" begins... Let's see if we can coax this "mysterious" second witch out of hiding!)
Cross Examination
- What Happened on the Top Floor -
Kira:
I was waiting on the middle floor of the tower. I started to turn around, but I was too late...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you weren't able to catch even a glimpse of your attacker... Is that right, Ms Kira?
Kira:
Y-yes, that's right... Not even a teeny bit. They attacked me from behind, after all...
Phoenix:
(Did I just hear correctly? It sounds like she hesitated in answering...) By the way... may I ask why you turned around, Ms Kira?
Kira:
Wh-what? What do you mean...?
Phoenix:
Well, it's just that you said you suddenly tried to turn around. Something must have really grabbed your attention to make you try to turn around so suddenly.
Kira:
............ ...I don't remember.
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
I-I do think... I heard a sound come from behind me.
Phoenix:
You're saying that you heard something and that's what made you turn around?
Kira:
Y-yes... But... I don't have any recollection of what exactly that was...
Darklaw:
............
Kira:
I heard the incantation for Fainfol and before I could even turn around...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...You heard the incantation. Are you absolutely sure about that?
Kira:
Yes... There is no mistaking it.
Darklaw:
The attacker used magic to vanish from sight, went up the stairs and then rendered the witness unconscious, also with magic... Clearly this must be the work of none other than the Great Witch Bezella.
Judge:
It is no mere coincidence that the attacker was able to use such spells. This is certainly no ordinary witch...
Darklaw:
Afterwards, the witness' [sic] attacker carried her off. Naturally, that would require the use of both hands, one would think.
Judge:
B-both hands...High Inquisitor?
Darklaw:
In other words, the witch would not have been able to hold a Talea Magica...
Judge:
Ah!
Phoenix:
(Right...and the only witch that doesn't need a sceptre like that is...Bezella.)
Darklaw:
...I see you have somehow managed to get that through your thick skull, defender. Very well. Continue, witness.
Kira:
Yes...
Present Fainfol entry
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"...Ms Kira. I have watched you at that witness stand this entire trial..."
Kira:
They attacked me from behind. There was nothing I could do. My arm was restrained, and the attacker covered my mouth...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Was the person male or female? ...Or are you not sure?
Kira:
I-I... I don't remember much. ...But I do know the person easily overpowered me. I remember they grabbed my left wrist... I tried to scream, but they quickly covered my mouth before I had a chance... I desperately tried to break their hold...but it was no good. ............
Phoenix:
(It sounds like the attacker managed to restrict her movements from behind...)
Press (after correctly presenting Pendant on third statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Was the person male or female? ...Or are you not sure?
Kira:
I-I... I don't remember much. ...But I do know the person easily overpowered me. I remember they grabbed my left wrist... I tried to scream, but they quickly covered my mouth before I had a chance... I desperately tried to break their hold...but it was no good. ............
Phoenix:
(It sounds like the attacker managed to restrict her movements from behind... Still, saying that... There's definitely something not right here. Something about her testimony just doesn't add up...)
Maya:
Hmm...yeah. Something about it is a tiny bit different from what we've heard so far. I think it'd be a good idea to check the Court Record again, Nick.
Present Pendant (after correctly presenting Pendant on third statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Kira, there's something a little strange about your testimony just now, wouldn't you say?
Kira:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
You stated that you were attacked from behind and that the attacker grabbed you by the wrist, correct?
Kira:
Y-yes. That's right...
Phoenix:
Assuming that was, in fact, the case...then I'd say no matter how much you struggled... there's no way you would have been able to yank off this pendant, don't you think?
Kira:
Uh...
Phoenix:
The strap on this pendant is too short! There's no way you could have reached behind you and managed to pull it off!
Judge:
Th-that is a good point!
Phoenix:
...Ms Kira. The only way you would have been able to yank this pendant off of your attacker... is if they were standing directly in front of you!
Kira:
Nooooooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order, I say! Witness, is this true?!
Kira:
I-I...
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
The witness was the victim of a physical attack. It's only natural that she'd be a bit confused on some of the details.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
High Inquisitor! I wouldn't exactly call mistaking the location of your attacker... being "a bit confused"! ...I'd call it more of a barefaced lie!
Darklaw:
...Well now, defender. I see you are as pathetically short-sighted as ever. Your argument is only valid assuming that this girl here actually saw her attacker.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
If she was not able to see this person... Well, I'd say it'd make no difference where they were standing.
Judge:
Th-then...that means... The attacker was also wearing one of these robes?
Darklaw:
That is impossible, Milord. As the witness already stated earlier... only residents of the Eldwitch Woods are able to see these robes. In short... The attacker must have been a witch and must have disappeared from sight with the use of magic.
Judge:
You must mean...the Great Witch Bezella...
Darklaw:
There is one more thing proving the attacker to be a witch.
Phoenix:
And just what might that be?
Darklaw:
The witness has stated that she lost consciousness. If you take a look in the Grand Grimoire... you will notice a spell called Fainfol. ...Witness. Allow me to ask you... did you hear the incantation of this spell?
Kira:
............ N-now that you mention it... I do remember...hearing something like that.
Phoenix:
S-say whaaaaaaaat?!
Judge:
A-ah! Here it is! Fainfol: "Causes those who hear the incantation to lose all consciousness"!
Darklaw:
We must not forget...the Great Witch can use any and all magic at will.
The spell Fainfol has been bookmarked in the Grand Grimoire.
Judge:
Witness! Amend your testimony to reflect this important piece of information!
Kira:
...Yes, right away.
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
(Oh, boy... I can't believe she managed to get out of that one... But still, I'm not about to give up just yet. I'll keep on going until we finally get to the bottom of who this attacker REALLY is.)
Judge:
Now then! Let us continue with the interrogation!
Changes statement from "I was waiting on the middle floor of the tower. I started to turn around, but I was too late..." to "I heard the incantation for Fainfol and before I could even turn around..."
Changes statement from "They attacked me from behind. There was nothing I could do. My arm was restrained, and the attacker covered my mouth..." to "I was suddenly attacked. There was nothing I could do. My arm was restrained, and the attacker covered my mouth..."
Kira:
I was suddenly attacked. There was nothing I could do. My arm was restrained, and the attacker covered my mouth...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So ultimately...you weren't attacked from behind after all. Is that right, Ms Kira?
Kira:
Th-that's right... They grabbed me by my right wrist... I think that's when I reached out and pulled the pendant.
Phoenix:
So basically, the attacker was in front of you the entire time... And yet somehow...you never managed to see their face?
Kira:
Y-yes... I didn't see them at all.
Phoenix:
............ (Something doesn't add up here. If the attacker was so easily able to hide their presence... they why did they have to attack and knock her out to begin with?)
Kira:
............
Kira:
As I struggled to get away...I think I managed to pull something off of my attacker...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What exactly...did you "pull off"?
Kira:
I was still really dazed at the time...so I can't remember it very well. But... when I flung my hand up...I felt myself grab a small, round object... I must have pulled it off without thinking... I felt whatever it was snap right off.
Phoenix:
So...from what you're saying, it sounds like this could have been something that was on your attacker's person...
Kira:
I think...so. I can still feel it...even now. It felt like I'd just snapped a piece of rope or something. I really wonder what that could have been... I think I would recognise the shape if I saw it...
Phoenix:
(She'd...recognise the shape if she saw it?)
Maya:
If only we had something that could trigger her memory. Then all we'd have to do is present it and we'd be in business!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, tell me about it. (You know, that might not be such a bad idea, Maya...)
Present Pendant
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Kira, you stated that you felt yourself snap something off of your attacker... Would that thing, by any chance... be this right here?
Kira:
Oh... Th-that's it! I recognise that shape. That was the object I grabbed!
Judge:
What did you say?! B-but, that's... the accused's pendant, is it not?!
Phoenix:
...Not quite, Your Honour. There are actually two pendants like this. ...The one you see here is the counterpart to Ms Cantabella's pendant.
Kira:
............ Now that you mention it... I remember... The necklace was actually very tough. It really didn't rip right off so easily. So...I struggled against it, tugging and pulling at it for a bit, and I must have scratched their neck in the process...
Phoenix:
W-wait a second... You mean...you scratched your attacker's neck?
Kira:
I think so, but I don't know for sure...
Maya:
Nick! I-in that case... that means the dark stuff on the necklace could be...
Phoenix:
Yeah... (It could be the attacker's blood!)
Pendant updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
As the court can clearly see...there are still traces of blood left on the necklace itself... However! Take one good look at my client, and you'll notice there are no visible scars or cuts of any kind around her neck! Ergo, there is no way Ms Cantabella could be Ms Kira's attacker!
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Nice try, defender. But I must stop you right there.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Darklaw:
Have you already forgotten what I told you? The Great Witch can use any spell in existence. She could have easily healed any such wound in the blink of an eye.
Phoenix:
Grrr... (I can't believe I'm saying this...but I already miss Inquisitor Barnham...)
Maya:
Man...we really can't catch a break on this one, huh, Nick?
Judge:
Let us resume the interrogation. Witness, continue with your testimony!
Press (after presenting Pendant on this statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You mean...this pendant here, is that correct?
Kira:
Yes. I think that's the one...
Phoenix:
(There's definitely a trace of blood on this necklace. Blood that must have come from Kira's attacker, when she yanked this pendant from their neck...)
Darklaw:
...Remember, defender. We are talking about the Great Witch here... It is more than possible she used magic to heal any wound that may have appeared on her person. Therefore, I suggest you abandon the idea that this somehow removes all suspicion from the accused.
Maya:
Sheesh...we could really use some more decisive ammo right about now, huh?
Phoenix:
I don't think so... This pendant is all the decisive ammo we need. We just have to think... (There has to be something about this pendant that I can present as evidence...) Kira is still definitely hiding something... But I'm pretty sure we can get her to spill the beans with the right piece of evidence...
Maya:
All right! C'mon, Nick! Get out there and spill them beans!
Kira:
That's when I lost consciousness... I woke up to find myself next to the bell on the top floor of the tower.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You say you lost consciousness?
Kira:
Y-yes. In fact... It actually felt a lot like magic... It was the first time I had ever experienced a magic spell quite like that...
Darklaw:
As I thought, there was magic at play here. Must I remind you... that the Great Witch Bezella can use any and all magic with the snap of her fingers.
Judge:
Indeed... Such a spell does, in fact, exist... It was...err... Oh blast it, what was it called again?
Maya:
Don't sweat it, Your Honour! Just leave it to me and my trusty ol' Grand Grimoire!
Present Fainfol entry
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"...Ms Kira. I have watched you at that witness stand this entire trial..."
Phoenix:
(I wonder...could Kira's attacker have actually been a witch?)
Maya:
Hmm... It really doesn't look like magic was used to knock her out, huh?
Phoenix:
Anyway... It looks like Kira is telling the truth. Still... (She's definitely avoiding eye contact... Not to mention, she seems extremely hesitant. There's no doubt about it. She's trying to keep something big from getting out!)
Maya:
In that case, Nick... Let's give it all we've got and get to the bottom of this!
Phoenix:
Yeah... It really feels like there's a lot riding on this one, Maya.
Phoenix:
...Ms Kira. I have watched you at that witness stand this entire trial... desperately trying to keep something hidden from the rest of the court.
Kira:
...!
Phoenix:
I wonder if you're familiar with the saying: "A lie begets more lies"... It means...multiple lies are bound to unravel and leave your story with more holes than Swiss cheese.
Darklaw:
Get...to...the point, defender.
Phoenix:
According to the Grand Grimoire, Fainfol causes a person to lose all consciousness. It's written here in black and white: "Its effect takes hold the second the incantation is heard."
Kira:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Ms Kira... You testified as follows... You heard the incantation for Fainfol and immediately became aware of the presence of your attacker. You then put up a fight... But! If you really did hear that incantation... there's no way you would've been able to yank that pendant from your assailant!
Kira:
Uh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Judge:
Order! Orderrr! What...is the meaning of this?!
Phoenix:
The meaning is that Ms Kira didn't actually hear the incantation like she claims she did!
Judge:
B-but then, why... Why on earth was this girl unconscious?!
Phoenix:
(Kira was definitely knocked out by whoever attacked her... and when she woke up, she found herself up on the top floor of the bell tower.) It's possible Ms Kira was rendered unconscious by...
Some other kind of sleeping spell
Phoenix:
I think it's possible...that another kind of sleeping spell could have been used here.
Judge:
Another...sleeping spell?
Phoenix:
Yeah...like, a really DEEP sleeping spell, or something...
Maya:
Nick! Stop fooling around and get serious! It's not exactly a picnic having to lug this oversized paperweight out every time I need to fact-check your crazy claims...
Phoenix:
It's not a paperweight, Maya... And I'll have you know my claims are not crazy.
Darklaw:
...Moving on. The only other sleeping spell I am aware of...is the crazy nonsense coming out of your mouth, defender.
Phoenix:
Your Honour... The defence humbly requests another shot...
Judge:
...Very well.
Leads back to:
"Kira was definitely knocked out by whoever attacked her..."
Something other than magic
Leads to:
"The answer here is obvious."
Another witch
Phoenix:
Well...what if I told you there was ANOTHER witch present?!
Judge:
............
Kira:
............
Darklaw:
............ ...And? Do explain to the court this brilliant theory of yours, defender.
Phoenix:
Huh?! U-uh... To be honest with you, I was kinda hoping everyone would sorta help me fill in the blanks...
Darklaw:
............ I will not allow you to drag the rest of this court in to the depths of stupidity with you. Defender! This ridiculous excuse for an argument is yours and yours alone, do you understand me?!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, ma'am! (Boy, I really ticked her off...)
Maya:
Nick! Don't be such a crybaby! Put on your big-boy pants and try again!
Leads back to:
"Kira was definitely knocked out by whoever attacked her..."
Phoenix:
The answer here is obvious. Something other than magic must have knocked her out.
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
...And what, may I ask, makes you so certain of that?! Is it not possible that another spell could have been used?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's just not possible... You, of all people, should know that.
Darklaw:
Wh-what?!
Phoenix:
Ms Kira's claim that she heard someone say the incantation is completely false. Even so... that wouldn't be too much of a problem if she actually had heard an incantation.
Judge:
Th-that... That's right...
Phoenix:
However... Going by her testimony, that can't have been the case. The only spell capable of making someone lose consciousness is Fainfol. Isn't that right, High Inquisitor Darklaw?
Darklaw:
...!
Judge:
D-defender! Are you claiming there is another way, beside magic, that could have been used to render Miss Kira unconscious?
Phoenix:
There's only one other thing that crossed my mind... I'm speaking, of course, about sleeping medicine.
Judge:
Sleeping medicine?
Phoenix:
If you remember, Ms Kira stated that the attacker covered her mouth before she could scream. In doing that...the attacker was able to administer a potent sleep medicine, thus putting Ms Kira out like a light.
Judge:
H-hmm... Indeed. That does make sense.
Phoenix:
Therefore, Your Honour! The attacker did not necessarily have to be Bezella. ...I mean, why would an all-powerful being, capable of commanding any and all magic, need to resort to drugging someone?
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Hold it right there, defender! They managed to sneak past the guards and make their way up into the bell tower! Clearly they must have used magic to appear invisible!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You don't need magic to make yourself disappear, High Inquisitor. ...Throw this on, and getting past those guards at the tower is a piece of cake.
Judge:
Th-the robe of invisibility...
Phoenix:
But, despite all that...there's still one glaring problem. ...Ms Kira.
Kira:
Y-yes?
Phoenix:
You admitted to the court earlier that you were attacked from the front, correct? If that's the case...then there's only one possible conclusion we can draw. You, Ms Kira...were entirely capable of seeing your attacker's face!
Kira:
Wh-wh-why is that?! I didn't...
Phoenix:
...It's simple. You even said it yourself. Only residents of the Eldwitch Woods are able to see this robe. That means, Ms Kira...there is a piece of this puzzle only you could possibly know! Only you can tell us the identity of the person who entered the bell tower and attacked you tonight!
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
............
Maya:
............
Kira:
............ ...I can't tell you...
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
...No matter what happens... ...I just can't tell you, no matter what...
Phoenix:
You see, everyone... This witness has been covering up for someone from the very start of this trial.
Judge:
Wh-what?
Phoenix:
But luckily for us...we won't be needing any more of Ms Kira's testimony. Because the answer is staring us right in the face. I'm speaking, of course, about the true identity of Ms Kira's attacker... All the clues so far point to this one person!
Darklaw:
...Defender. I take it you are prepared to prove such a serious accusation?
Phoenix:
...I am. (All right...it looks like it all comes down to this. Now we'll finally see who's been pulling the strings this whole time...)
Judge:
Very well. Defender, tell the court... Who was the one responsible for attacking the witness and locking her up on the top floor of the bell tower?!
Present Darklaw profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The answer is obvious, Your Honour."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmm... I must be honest with you... I do not understand your answer, defender. Why this person?
Phoenix:
Huh?! U-um... How can I explain it? You could say I just kinda...had a hunch.
Judge:
Hmm... Again, I must be honest with you. I do not agree with this "hunch" of yours.
Darklaw:
Milord, I have a little "hunch" of my own... I think perhaps this defender could benefit from a bit of fresh air out in the pillories.
Judge:
Ah yes, now that I can agree with. ...That would give you plenty of time to get all those absurd "hunches" out of your system.
Phoenix:
N-no thanks! I'm good! Please, just...let me give it another shot! (Okay, Phoenix, think! Who would be capable of intimidating Kira into covering up for them?)
Leads back to:
"Very well. Defender, tell the court..."
Phoenix:
The answer is obvious, Your Honour. It was you! ...High inquisitor Darklaw!
Judge:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAT?! Order! Order! Order in the court! I-inconceivable... There's no way...
Darklaw:
I must say, defender... Your courage is impressive, however reckless you may be. Accusing a High Inquisitor is no small feat, I assure you... However... With serious accusations come serious consequences. One small misstep... and I will personally see that you never set foot in this courtroom ever again. ...Mark my words, defender.
Phoenix:
............ I understand.
Darklaw:
...Hmph. My, how confident. Let us see if that confidence of yours... is well justified!
Phoenix:
Ms Kira's attacker drugged her with sleep medicine. It likely took no more than a few seconds for her to lose consciousness. The medicine must've been very potent...
Judge:
Hmm...true. After all, its effects appear somewhat similar to magic.
Phoenix:
There's only...one person I can think of in all of Labyrinthia who could supply you with that kind of medicine. ...Sir Newton Belduke.
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
Defender, you are aware...that Sir Belduke has been deceased for over three months now, are you not?
Phoenix:
...That's a fact I'm well aware of, believe me. While he was still alive, Sir Belduke provided the citizens of this town with a variety of medicines for whatever ailed them... But it wasn't all just medicine. He also created some very dangerous concoctions. That's why, after he passed away...all of his medicines and creations were confiscated.
Judge:
C-confiscated?
Phoenix:
Inquisitor Barnham said as much in the last witch trial.
Barnham:
The victim was an alchemist, after all. We were hoping the items confiscated from his study could provide some clues. Besides, such things must not fall into the wrong hands. It may not be standard practice, but it was deemed necessary. The confiscated goods are stored in our secret vault. The only person with access to them is the High Inquisitor, Lady Darklaw.
Judge:
Ah...
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
So, because I have access to the medicine, I must be the one that used it... Is that what you are getting at, defender?
Phoenix:
That's right...
Darklaw:
Unfortunately for you...I would hardly call that "proof". You said it yourself... Sir Belduke concocted a plethora of dangerous medicines in his efforts to assist the people of the town... He was well known for this fact... A fact that he no doubt was none too pleased with. As such, it is highly likely that those same dangerous substances are still scattered throughout the town!
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
And therefore, defender...it is entirely possible that the culprit was able to get their hands on such dangerous medicine.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed. Long has Sir Belduke's medicine played an active part in maintaining the health of this town's citizens... There is plenty of reason to believe some of his more dangerous medicines still remain within Labyrinthia.
Darklaw:
Hmph... A piece of advice, defender: the next time you speak in court... I recommend you try procuring some real evidence before spouting such idiotic accusations. If you fail to do so...your next words will be uttered to the flames.
Phoenix:
(Figures... I knew she wouldn't take that argument sitting down.)
Judge:
Both High Inquisitor Darklaw and Inquisitor Barnham are the very harbingers of justice within Labyrinthia. Raising such an accusation against either one of them without valid reason will result in the most severe of punishments.
Maya:
Wh-what does he mean by the "most severe of punishments"...?
Phoenix:
I think the judge is saying that if I don't start making a case...we're gonna be paying Sir Belduke a visit real soon. (I need to present some decisive evidence and fast... I'm pretty sure I should be able to do that much... High Inquisitor Darklaw is the attacker, and the one thing that proves it is...)
A piece of evidence
Phoenix:
...Your Honour. The defence has decisive evidence linking the High Inquisitor with tonight's crime!
Judge:
Evidence, you say? ...You seem rather certain, defender. Very well... Here's your chance to present this so-called evidence. Show the court the piece of evidence that connects High Inquisitor Darklaw to tonight's crime!
Present Pendant
Phoenix:
Judge:
This is...the pendant worn by the attacker and pulled off by the witness, is it not?
Phoenix:
...That's right, Your Honour. But more than that...this pendant has left us a pretty important clue. High Inquisitor! This pendant is connected to another clue still present somewhere on your person!
Leads to:
"O-on...me?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Defender... I do not understand what you are trying to get at with this evidence.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Darklaw:
The only thing this evidence proves... is how decisively daft your argument is!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaarrrgggh!
Maya:
What are you doing, Nick?! They're gonna throw us in the fire if you don't get this right...for REAL this time!
Phoenix:
(There's gotta be a clue proving that Darklaw was at the scene of the crime... All right. Back to the drawing board!)
Leads back to:
"High Inquisitor Darklaw is the attacker, and the one thing that proves it is..."
Someone's profile
Phoenix:
...The proof is in the pudding, Your Honour. Or in this case, the Profiles. The defence believes there is someone in particular who can prove Darklaw was the attacker!
Judge:
D-did you say "someone", defender? Hmm...indeed. Very well... Here's your chance to present this evidence. Show the court the piece of evidence that connects High Inquisitor Darklaw to tonight's crime!
Present anyone
Phoenix:
Judge:
...I say, just what do they have to do with anything?
Phoenix:
Huh?! Oh, well y'see... I, uh...thought they looked kinda suspicious...
Darklaw:
Since you seem to be in the mood to point out "suspicious" people... Instead of wasting the court's time, why not start with the oddly dressed person standing right next to you?
Maya:
Thanks a lot, Nick! Now people think I dress funny! This is all your fault!
Phoenix:
Trust me, Maya... Everyone thought you dressed funny before I ever even opened my mouth. (There's gotta be a clue proving that Darklaw was at the scene of the crime... All right. Back to the drawing board!)
Leads back to:
"High Inquisitor Darklaw is the attacker, and the one thing that proves it is..."
Darklaw herself
Phoenix:
...The defence believes there is one clue here linking High Inquisitor Darklaw to the crime... High Inquisitor! That clue is actually still on you right now!
Leads to:
"O-on...me?"
Darklaw:
O-on...me?
Judge:
I must admit I do not know where you are going with this defender, but...please point out this clue to the court. Show us this clue, supposedly still on the High Inquisitor's person!
Present neck
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Th-the..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Darklaw:
Darklaw:
...Defender, I recommend you get rid of that smug look and take that pointing finger out of my face...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Darklaw:
That is... unless you'd rather I REMOVE it for you!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggh! (*gulp* Well, that was wrong...and scary...)
Maya:
Hang in there, Nick! We're so close I can taste it! Just relax your finger, take a deep breath... and have another look in the Court Record!
Phoenix:
(Taking the pendant must have left some sort of mark behind... The question is: where...? All right. Back to the drawing board!)
Leads back to:
"I must admit I do not know where you are going with this defender, but...please point out this clue to the court."
Judge:
Th-the... The High Inquisitor's...neck? You don't mean...
Phoenix:
...Ms Kira yanked this pendant off of her attacker's neck. Take a look at the necklace...it still has a bit of blood left on it.
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
According to her earlier testimony, when Ms Kira pulled at the necklace... she supposedly felt herself scratch the attacker's neck. Is that correct, Ms Kira?
Kira:
...Y-yes...
Phoenix:
Therefore! The attacker should still have a mark on their neck from having been scratched.
Judge:
Oh...
Phoenix:
...Would you mind letting the court take a look at your neck, High Inquisitor Darklaw? I'm pretty sure that underneath that high collar, we'll find exactly the mark we're looking for! ...Unless, of course, you were able to get rid of it with magic!
Darklaw:
...... ......... ............ Hmph...most impressive.
Judge:
...What?
Darklaw:
I have to say, defender... You've managed to finally hone that dull blade of yours into something of use. You are correct. There is, in fact, a mark on my neck that I did receive tonight.
Judge:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!
...L-Lady Darklaw......Wh-what is the meaning of this?...Does that mean Lady Darklaw is......the Great Witch?............
Phoenix:
...Your Honour.
Judge:
........................ Ah, err...oh! ...Y-yes! I see you're still here, defender!
Phoenix:
(Your Honour...I know you're shocked and everything, but c'mon...work with me here.) Your Honour, the defence... would like to call High Inquisitor Darklaw to the witness stand!
Judge:
Wh-what did you just say?!
Phoenix:
It's quite clear that the High Inquisitor has some connection to what transpired tonight! And what's more... There is a chance that she used her position of authority as High Inquisitor to frame my client as the Great Witch!
Judge:
B-but, never in all my years as judge of this court has an inquisitor been asked to take the stand in the middle of a trial!
Phoenix:
...Well, we're going to have to make some history here if we're finally going to find the truth, Your Honour!
Judge:
E-even so... This trial cannot continue any further without an inquisitor!
Maya:
Hey! Um, in that case...how about you get Inquisitor Barn-
Darklaw:
Inquisitor Barnham remains incarcerated in the underground dungeons, for the crime of treason against the Storyteller. ...I don't think he will be able to make it to this party.
Maya:
N-no way!
Darklaw:
Most regrettable, defender.
Phoenix:
............
Phoenix:
(This whole thing is hopeless... Unless High Inquisitor Darklaw takes to the witness stand... Espella will be done for... and the truth along with her! But on the other hand...without an inquisitor on the other side... the trial can't continue and the outcome would end up the same... What should I do...?)
Layton:
Anime cutscene
Layton:
I believe I can fill that role.
Phoenix:
Professor, wait...what are you saying?!
Layton:
I can prove conclusively... that Espella Cantabella, is in fact the Great Witch Bezella! Now, Mr Wright. The time has come at last, to settle this once and for all!
...We'd been waiting for the professor to show up... ...If there was anyone who could find some decisive evidence to win this thing, it was him... However... ...He ended up standing behind the inquisitor's bench... ...The professor wasn't on our side here... ...I had to wonder... ...What the heck was going to happen?
To Be Continued...
Phoenix:
Professor... But...what are you doing?
Layton:
What am I doing, Mr Wright?
Maya:
Yeah! You were supposed to show up with some decisive evidence and save the day, Professor!
Layton:
...I'm afraid my only concern here is the truth.
Phoenix:
The truth...?
Layton:
The truth behind the real identity of the Great Witch...Espella Cantabella. If seeking the truth requires us to stand on opposite sides of the courtroom... then so be it. I expect you to defend Miss Cantabella with everything you've got, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Court is now back in session. Are you prepared, High Inquisitor?
Darklaw:
So long as I remain on the witness stand, I am no longer High Inquisitor. Simply "Darklaw", will suffice.
Phoenix:
Ms Darklaw... I'd like to just confirm something. A moment ago, we established... that you were, in fact, present at the bell tower during the time of the incident. That makes a total of three people at the scene.
Darklaw:
...It would appear that was the case.
Phoenix:
However, you managed to stay hidden from ten different guards... with the help of this right here.
Judge:
The robe of invisibility...
Phoenix:
In other words, there is every reason to be suspicious of your actions tonight.
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Lady Darklaw... While I cannot believe you would deceive us in such a way... I ask that you tell the court what happened at the time of the incident.
Darklaw:
...Very well.
Witness Testimony
- What Happened Tonight -
Darklaw:
The town square was to be the parade's final stop. I patrolled the perimeter to ensure nothing was amiss.
As I passed by the bell tower, a pair of small footprints leading inside caught my eye. I went inside to investigate.
I had my own reasons for not allowing any one of those Vigilantes to see me...
I climbed the stairs up the bell tower and saw an intruder inside with their back turned. I proceeded to apprehend them.
Judge:
You apprehended the intruder...?
Darklaw:
While I hold the position of High Inquisitor... there are often times when I must partake in various secret tasks, unbeknownst to the citizens of Labyrinthia. One of those tasks being...ensuring the security of the Storyteller.
Phoenix:
...Security?
Darklaw:
...As such, there is nothing odd nor suspicious about my actions tonight.
Judge:
...I see. Defender, you may now begin your interrogation.
Layton:
............
Cross Examination
- What Happened Tonight -
Darklaw:
The town square was to be the parade's final stop. I patrolled the perimeter to ensure nothing was amiss.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Nothing was amiss... You mean...there was no immediate threat to the Storyteller, right?
Darklaw:
Now you tell me, defender. Surely you remember the final part of the Story.
Phoenix:
(She must mean the part about the Storyteller's death...)
Layton:
There is little possibility of changing the outcome of what has already been written in the Story. However there are still those...who would challenge the Story and make an attempt at changing the inevitable.
Darklaw:
...That is what I, too, think.
Maya:
............
Phoenix:
What's up, Maya? Did you notice something?
Maya:
Hmm... You could say that. It's just...look at Kira. She's been looking down in the dumps since the start.
Phoenix:
(Oh, right...Kira. I honestly forgot she was still here.)
Maya:
Not only that...she looks sorta scared, too.
Phoenix:
You're right... We can't afford to forget about her. (...I wonder if Kira has anything else she could tell us. I've got to remember to question her the second I see an opening...)
Darklaw:
As I passed by the bell tower, a pair of small footprints leading inside caught my eye. I went inside to investigate.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Those must've been...Ms Kira's footsteps from when she snuck into the bell tower, right?
Darklaw:
Indeed. The ground outside was quite muddy after the rain, so her footprints were easily visible.
Phoenix:
Right. According to the Vigilantes' testimony... They thought the footprints looked like Foxy's, but it turned out they weren't hers...
Darklaw:
...That's right. Her footprint would have contained a mark where her stiletto had been. But...the footprints I saw at the bell tower contained no heel mark at all.
Layton:
And you stepped inside those footprints on your way up the stairs so as not to leave your own and risk being detected, correct?
Darklaw:
...Exactly. At that time, my main task was to ensure the safety of the town square... In doing so, it was of the utmost importance that no one knew of my presence there.
Layton:
Had the townspeople noticed your presence there, it would undoubtedly have raised some suspicion...
Darklaw:
Indeed. So naturally, that is why I did not wish to be noticed by the Vigilantes. Therefore, it was imperative that I mask any traces of my being there, even if it meant utilising another's footprints.
Judge:
Hmm...I see. A clever tactic worthy of the High Inquisitor herself.
Phoenix:
(Is there anything off about her testimony just now?)
There's nothing wrong
Phoenix:
(...I can't let the professor catch me off guard. If I'm going to press an issue, I'd better be sure I know what I'm talking about.)
Layton:
...A wise decision, Mr Wright.
Maya:
Hmm... Boy, Nick... He can totally read you like a book.
Phoenix:
(Okay, seriously...is my face THAT easy to read, or is everyone just psychic?)
Leads back to cross-examination
There's something very wrong
Phoenix:
...Ms Darklaw. I just noticed something in your testimony... that's very relevant to the case! The defence requests you amend your testimony!
Darklaw:
Hmph... You just can't help letting that ridiculous imagination of yours run wild, can you...?
Layton:
The inquisition...has no objections.
Judge:
...Very well. The witness will amend her testimony!
Adds statement "There was no heel on the footprints, so as I ascended the stairs, I was careful to match my footsteps to them, as far as possible."
Press (after adding statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Those must've been...Ms Kira's footsteps from when she snuck into the bell tower, right?
Darklaw:
Indeed. The ground outside was quite muddy after the rain, so her footprints were easily visible.
Phoenix:
Right. According to the Vigilantes' testimony... They thought the footprints looked like Foxy's, but it turned out they weren't hers...
Darklaw:
...That's right. Her footprint would have contained a mark where her stiletto had been. But...the footprints I saw at the bell tower contained no heel mark at all.
Layton:
And you stepped inside those footprints on your way up the stairs so as not to leave your own and risk being detected, correct?
Darklaw:
...Exactly. At that time, my main task was to ensure the safety of the town square... In doing so, it was of the utmost importance that no one knew of my presence there.
Layton:
Had the townspeople noticed your presence there, it would undoubtedly have raised some suspicion...
Darklaw:
Indeed. So naturally, that is why I did not wish to be noticed by the Vigilantes. Therefore, it was imperative that I mask any traces of my being there, even if it meant utilising another's footprints.
Judge:
Hmm...I see. A clever tactic worthy of the High Inquisitor herself.
Darklaw:
There was no heel on the footprints, so as I ascended the stairs, I was careful to match my footsteps to them, as far as possible.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Um... Ms Darklaw, what was your reason for going up into the bell tower alone?
Darklaw:
It is as I said earlier. I was in the town square to make sure the area was secure.
Phoenix:
Okay, but...surely you had some inkling that Bezella might've been lurking around there somewhere, right? Wouldn't it have been a lot better if you went into the bell tower with some backup from the Vigilantes?
Darklaw:
Defender, you witnessed the summoning of the fire dragon with your own eyes, did you not? Ten more people at my side against a power such as that would only mean ten more lives lost.
Phoenix:
(She's got a point there...)
Darklaw:
And besides...even if those ten had been with me... Their combined strength is nary that of even Barnham's annoying mutt.
Phoenix:
(No objections here...)
Maya:
...Say, Nick. About Darklaw's testimony... I think I noticed something kinda fishy.
Phoenix:
...Yeah, me too. (It'd probably be a good idea to give the Court Record another check, just in case...)
Present Footprints Sketch (before correctly presenting Invisible Robe)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...What I have here is a sketch of the footprints left at the bell tower. So tell me, Ms Darklaw...are these your footprints in this sketch?
Darklaw:
It would appear so. I would never mean to offend the hard work of Labyrinthia's Vigilantes, but...tonight's task was mine and mine alone.
Phoenix:
Hmm, okay. When you put it that way... I can't help but notice a contradiction.
Darklaw:
What...did you say?
Phoenix:
Ms Darklaw, you stated the following: When you climbed the stairs, the footprints had no heel, so you tried to match your footsteps to them as far as possible. However, if you look at the actual footprints that were left behind... You can clearly see that not only is the heel present, but so is the entire foot. If you were trying so hard to step on the footprints already there, then the footprints in this sketch shouldn't have heel marks.
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Hmm...that is very true. Although I do not think such a small detail is of much importance in the long run.
Phoenix:
I agree, it's a small detail, Your Honour. But that's not all I noticed... There was something very telling about Ms Darklaw's testimony.
Judge:
Telling, you say...?
Phoenix:
She stated that she stepped on to the footprints that were already at the scene, in order to disguise her presence. Now, there's something strange there. Specifically... Why were these footprints left at the crime scene in the first place?
Layton:
Layton:
............ Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Professor?
Layton:
Tell me, can you show the court why this seemingly minor detail is odd?
Phoenix:
I-I... I can't exactly do that at the moment...
Layton:
Who can say whether or not these footprints are indeed worthy of concern? And if it is an issue, then what exactly are the implications? That, above all, is what you must answer, Mr Wright. I do not believe you can assert that this is a blatant "contradiction" at this time.
Phoenix:
...Urk! (There he goes again, flexing that amazing brain of his...)
???:
...Ah...
Kira:
...Umm... ............
Phoenix:
Wh-what is it, Ms Kira?
Kira:
............ O-oh... It's nothing. Really.
Phoenix:
(...What the heck was that about...?)
Maya:
It looked like Kira definitely had something she wanted to say just now.
Judge:
Hmm... It would appear the witness has nothing to add. Lady Darklaw...will you please continue with your testimony?
Darklaw:
...Of course.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
(Anyway... Darklaw shouldn't be able to explain her way out of trouble much longer. There's got to be something more to those footprints...but what?)
Present Footprints Sketch (after correctly presenting Invisible Robe)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...What I have here is a sketch of the footprints left at the bell tower. So tell me, Ms Darklaw...are these your footprints in this sketch?
Darklaw:
It would appear so. I would never mean to offend the hard work of Labyrinthia's Vigilantes, but...tonight's task was mine and mine alone.
Phoenix:
Hmm, okay. When you put it that way... I can't help but notice a contradiction.
Darklaw:
What...did you say?
Phoenix:
Ms Darklaw, you stated the following: When you climbed the stairs, the footprints had no heel, so you tried to match your footsteps to them as far as possible. However, if you look at the actual footprints that were left behind... You can clearly see that not only is the heel present, but so is the entire foot. If you were trying so hard to step on the footprints already there, then the footprints in this sketch shouldn't have heel marks.
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Hmm...that is very true. Although I do not think such a small detail is of much importance in the long run.
Phoenix:
I agree, it's a small detail, Your Honour. But that's not all I noticed... There was something very telling about Ms Darklaw's testimony.
Judge:
Telling, you say...?
Phoenix:
She stated that she stepped on to the footprints that were already at the scene, in order to disguise her presence. Now, there's something strange there. Specifically... Why were these footprints left at the crime scene in the first place?
Layton:
Layton:
............ Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Professor?
Layton:
Tell me, can you show the court why this seemingly minor detail is odd?
Phoenix:
I-I... I can't exactly do that at the moment...
Layton:
Who can say whether or not these footprints are indeed worthy of concern? And if it is an issue, then what exactly are the implications? That, above all, is what you must answer, Mr Wright. I do not believe you can assert that this is a blatant "contradiction" at this time.
Phoenix:
...Urk! (There he goes again, flexing that amazing brain of his...)
Leads to:
"............"
Darklaw:
I had my own reasons for not allowing any one of those Vigilantes to see me...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And what were those reasons...?
Darklaw:
They relate to protecting the Storyteller... It was something I was to carry out at that particular time.
Layton:
Did it perhaps have something to do with what was already decided upon in the Story?
Darklaw:
The Storyteller's word is absolute. Therefore... Any and all those who make an attempt to alter his will must be dealt with immediately!
Question Kira
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Kira?
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
...Witness!
Kira:
...Ah! Y-yes...?!
Phoenix:
(Figures... She really doesn't remember her own name...) You seem to be deep in thought about something... Did you remember anything regarding the High Inquisitor's testimony?
Kira:
...No, I'm sorry. ...Nothing in particular... It's just... I'm a little disappointed in myself...
Phoenix:
Disappointed...?
Kira:
I travelled all the way here to Labyrinthia in order to fulfil my mission, but... all I managed to do was fail and end up being captured...
Layton:
Regardless of your own failure, Miss Kira, the Storyteller did die as was foretold, did he not...?
Kira:
Tonight...as the rain came pouring down over the town...I arrived at my designated location. Naturally, the bell tower was surrounded by guards on patrol. Ten, to be exact... I was very nervous.
Phoenix:
(She must be talking about the Vigilantes.)
Kira:
"Just relax. You'll be fine so long as you're wearing this robe," I kept telling myself... Little did I know, I was wrong. But...none of this would have happened if I was just a little bit more careful...
Judge:
...Enough. I would be thinking more about atoning for your past crimes and less about what could have been, if I were you.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
(Is there anything wrong with Kira's testimony?)
Nothing's wrong
Phoenix:
(No, looks like Kira's testimony is a one-way road to nowhere...) ...All right. No further questions, Your Honour.
Judge:
Understood. Lady Darklaw, please continue your testimony.
Darklaw:
............
Leads back to cross-examination
There's something odd
Phoenix:
...Hold on one second. About your testimony, Ms Kira... You were thinking to yourself that so long as you had your robe on, you would be fine...
Kira:
Y-yes. That's right, I was...
Phoenix:
So basically, you were wearing the robe the whole time you were on the top floor of the bell tower, is that right?
Kira:
Y-yes. I had it on the entire time. That is...until I was attacked... Then my robe was ripped off by the wind...
Phoenix:
Ms Kira, this is the first time we've heard any mention of this information.
Kira:
I-is that so? I think I must have just forgotten...
Layton:
Your Honour, perhaps we should update this piece of evidence in the Court Record.
Judge:
...Right you are.
Invisible Robe updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Lady Darklaw, please continue your testimony.
Darklaw:
............
Leads back to cross-examination
Question Kira (after Invisible Robe is updated in the Court Record)
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Kira?
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
...Witness!
Kira:
...Ah! Y-yes...?!
Phoenix:
(Figures... She really doesn't remember her own name...) You seem to be deep in thought about something... Did you remember anything regarding the High Inquisitor's testimony?
Kira:
...No, I'm sorry. ...Nothing in particular... It's just... I'm a little disappointed in myself...
Phoenix:
Disappointed...?
Kira:
I travelled all the way here to Labyrinthia in order to fulfil my mission, but... all I managed to do was fail and end up being captured...
Layton:
Regardless of your own failure, Miss Kira, the Storyteller did die as was foretold, did he not...?
Kira:
Tonight...as the rain came pouring down over the town...I arrived at my designated location. Naturally, the bell tower was surrounded by guards on patrol. Ten, to be exact... I was very nervous.
Phoenix:
(She must be talking about the Vigilantes.)
Kira:
"Just relax. You'll be fine so long as you're wearing this robe," I kept telling myself... Little did I know, I was wrong. But...none of this would have happened if I was just a little bit more careful...
Judge:
...Enough. I would be thinking more about atoning for your past crimes and less about what could have been, if I were you.
Kira:
............
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
But, there's absolutely no way you would have been able to disappear from sight! Not unless...you either used magic or were wearing this robe.
Darklaw:
The night is still young, defender. You ought to save the theatrics for later.
Phoenix:
Huh?!
Darklaw:
There was indeed a very simple way that I was able to sneak into the bell tower.
Phoenix:
A...simple way? Like what?
Darklaw:
...Come now. Must I really spell it out for you? I used this.
Judge:
Th-that's...
Darklaw:
This is the whistle used by the guardsmen to warn of danger. The second any guard hears this whistle, they immediately head out to investigate the trouble...Vigilantes included. With a simple blow of this whistle... those guards took off from their post.
Layton:
And then, the second they were distracted, you crept into the bell tower undetected.
Darklaw:
All I needed was a small break in their perimeter to sneak in. It was so easy, even a person of your calibre could do it.
Judge:
...I see. Then surely, there was absolutely no need for this robe, correct?
Darklaw:
...Indeed, Milord.
Darklaw:
I climbed the stairs up the bell tower and saw an intruder inside with their back turned. I proceeded to apprehend them.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you think it could have been the Great Witch Bezella? I mean, the thought must have crossed your mind. Surely you anticipated some sort of resistance...
Darklaw:
............ While I hate to admit this... I allowed myself to act rashly without first considering the circumstances.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
So, the second I noticed their presence, I took action. Never did I imagine the intruder would have as much strength as they did... Perhaps I should have gathered more forces to accompany me... However, at the time... I was not thinking straight. ...I assumed any additional help would not be necessary.
Judge:
B-but, Lady Darklaw...through your quick thinking and judgement... you still managed to successfully catch the suspect!
Darklaw:
Unfortunately, Milord...'twas nothing more than pure luck. Exceptional results can only be obtained through exceptional thinking. ...Don't you think?
Phoenix:
...Umm. Why are you looking at me when you say that...?
Present Invisible Robe (after Invisible Robe is updated in the Court Record; before correctly presenting Footprints Sketch)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, the person you saw when you entered the bell tower was actually Ms Kira... The only problem with that...is that it would have been impossible.
Layton:
............
Darklaw:
What are you talking about, defender?
Phoenix:
Ms Kira... Err, or should I say, the witness... stated that while she was waiting on the upper floor of the tower... she was wearing her invisibility robe. ...Therefore! There's no way Ms Darklaw would have been able to see the witness!
Judge:
...Oh! Y-you're quite right! Anyone wearing this robe becomes invisible!
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
Right, but...there is just one particular group that CAN see anyone dressed in this robe.
Judge:
A-and who is that, exactly...?
Phoenix:
Only residents of the Eldwitch Woods are able to see the robe. If you're from the Eldwitch Woods, then you'll have absolutely no problem seeing this thing!
Kira:
...!
Layton:
Layton:
So...what you are saying, Mr Wright... is that Miss Darklaw here actually hails from the Eldwitch Woods, is that correct? And that she knew this girl prior to tonight...
Phoenix:
...That's right, Professor.
Judge:
Wh- What is THIIIIIIS?!
Layton:
A most impressive display, Mr Wright. However... there is one detail that you appear to have overlooked.
Phoenix:
S-something I overlooked...?
Layton:
You say Miss Darklaw saw something she should not have been able to see... However, the truth is...that there is one other possibility as to what occurred tonight.
Phoenix:
...! (Did he just say what I think he said?)
Layton:
...It's rather easy to work out. Quite simply, the witness was not wearing the robe in the first place.
Judge:
Wh-what are you talking about, Inquisitor?
Layton:
This witness has proven her memory of tonight's events to be quite unreliable. I believe that by the time she climbed the bell tower, she had, in fact, already removed her robe...
Kira:
What...?
Darklaw:
...'Tis as you say, Inquisitor.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
As you can see, defender...your assertion is mere speculation, at best. Your little witness here has been lying to the court the entire time. It's as simple as that.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
O-one second! The witness was quite clear with her testimony! ...Isn't that right, Ms Kira?
Kira:
............ ...I'm not sure...
Phoenix:
What...?
Kira:
I mean, my...my memory is a little fuzzy...
Phoenix:
N-no way!
Judge:
Hmm... It would appear there is nothing more to be gained from this line of questioning.
Layton:
...Your Honour, I suggest we return to the cross-examination.
Judge:
A fine idea, Inquisitor. Well then...Lady Darklaw. Will you please continue with your testimony?
Darklaw:
...As you wish.
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
(No matter how you slice it, Kira looks like she's definitely hiding something...)
Maya:
Hmm... If only there was some way of getting her to talk, huh, Nick? No matter what Kira says, Darklaw just stays cool and brushes it off...
Phoenix:
...Yeah. This isn't going to be easy, that's for sure. That's why... we really need to set our sights on Darklaw. If we keep doing that... then sooner or later, Kira is bound to speak up and say something.
Maya:
Whoa, Nick... That's your most dastardly devious plan yet!
Phoenix:
(All right, I know there's still a clue or two in this testimony somewhere... And I'm gonna find it! I should go back and double-check her previous testimony. There have to be some more contradictions...)
Present Invisible Robe (after Invisible Robe is updated in the Court Record; after correctly presenting Footprints Sketch)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, the person you saw when you entered the bell tower was actually Ms Kira... The only problem with that...is that it would have been impossible.
Layton:
............
Darklaw:
What are you talking about, defender?
Phoenix:
Ms Kira... Err, or should I say, the witness... stated that while she was waiting on the upper floor of the tower... she was wearing her invisibility robe. ...Therefore! There's no way Ms Darklaw would have been able to see the witness!
Judge:
...Oh! Y-you're quite right! Anyone wearing this robe becomes invisible!
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
Right, but...there is just one particular group that CAN see anyone dressed in this robe.
Judge:
A-and who is that, exactly...?
Phoenix:
Only residents of the Eldwitch Woods are able to see the robe. If you're from the Eldwitch Woods, then you'll have absolutely no problem seeing this thing!
Kira:
...!
Layton:
Layton:
So...what you are saying, Mr Wright... is that Miss Darklaw here actually hails from the Eldwitch Woods, is that correct? And that she knew this girl prior to tonight...
Phoenix:
...That's right, Professor.
Judge:
Wh- What is THIIIIIIS?!
Layton:
A most impressive display, Mr Wright. However... there is one detail that you appear to have overlooked.
Phoenix:
S-something I overlooked...?
Layton:
You say Miss Darklaw saw something she should not have been able to see... However, the truth is...that there is one other possibility as to what occurred tonight.
Phoenix:
...! (Did he just say what I think he said?)
Layton:
...It's rather easy to work out. Quite simply, the witness was not wearing the robe in the first place.
Judge:
Wh-what are you talking about, Inquisitor?
Layton:
This witness has proven her memory of tonight's events to be quite unreliable. I believe that by the time she climbed the bell tower, she had, in fact, already removed her robe...
Kira:
What...?
Darklaw:
...'Tis as you say, Inquisitor.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
As you can see, defender...your assertion is mere speculation, at best. Your little witness here has been lying to the court the entire time. It's as simple as that.
Leads to:
"............"
Phoenix:
(Looks like that's all we're getting out of her for now.)
Maya:
Y'know, if Darklaw was just going into the bell tower to arrest some intruder... then I wonder why she didn't just come out and say that to begin with?
Phoenix:
Simple... That information was on a strictly need-to-know basis.
Maya:
Need-to-know basis, huh...?
Phoenix:
That sort of secrecy is pretty common, but usually they've got to have a reason for not disclosing the information to begin with. (Darklaw was hiding this information for a reason. That's why we need to find out exactly what she was doing in that tower... I've got to get her to tell us!)
Maya:
Hey, Nick. Is it me, or do you feel like we're being...watched?
Layton:
............
Phoenix:
(Yeah, tell me about it...)
Maya:
I wonder what's up with the professor? Something MUST have happened! There's no way he'd turn on us like this!
Phoenix:
(The professor has been very quiet so far... But surely... He must've noticed there's something that just doesn't add up with Darklaw's testimony...) ...Anyway, there's bound to be something in this testimony that we can use. We just have to make sure we comb this thing from top to bottom for any contradictions.
Maya:
...That's right!
Kira:
............ ...That's enough...
Phoenix:
M-Ms Kira...?
Kira:
...Lady Darklaw... How? How could you... How could you simply abandon us? How could you...betray us?
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
"Betray"...? W-witness, what is the meaning of this?!
Kira:
Lady Darklaw, you are...you are the mistress of the Eldwitch Woods. You are the one responsible for handing us our "tasks"...
Judge:
Wh-whaaaaaat?!
Darklaw:
...This wretched girl is nothing more than a detestable spawn of magic. Her words cannot be taken seriously. People of Labyrinthia, I ask you! What am I, if not a loyal daughter of this fair town?!
Kira:
No! You're lying, Lady Darklaw! When I was waiting up there at the top of the bell tower, I was most certainly wearing that robe.
Phoenix:
...!
Kira:
Lady Darklaw...you... You were also wearing a similar robe, were you not? Don't you remember?!
Darklaw:
Hmph... What nonsense. I haven't a clue what you're babbling about. I simply managed to sneak right by those makeshift guards... 'Twas not the most demanding of tasks for someone like me.
Kira:
Yes, you're right... That would be true... if you'd been sneaking around by yourself.
Judge:
"By yourself"...? Witness, explain yourself!
Darklaw:
...Enough. Listen to me and listen well. Continue as you are...and I will see to it that this court be the last place in which you ever set foot.
Kira:
It matters not... The end is already nigh. After the events of today, I shouldn't even be here right now...
Phoenix:
Ms Kira... You're saying that Ms Darklaw was not by herself at the time of the incident tonight?
Kira:
...That's right. Lady Darklaw was wearing the invisibility robe. And underneath that robe... was a young girl, passed out on her back.
Phoenix:
Wh-what?!
Judge:
A girl...? Could that be...
Kira:
...Yes. It was...the very same girl imprisoned inside that cage up there.
Judge:
Y-you mean... Espella Cantabella?! Order! Orderrr! S-so the accused was carried up the bell tower...?
Darklaw:
...Milord, there is nothing left for me to say. 'Tis the word of the High Inquisitor versus that of a witch. Tell me, who would you sooner believe?
Layton:
Layton:
Miss Darklaw, you of all people should be aware... that this isn't a matter of believing or not believing. I'm afraid those are words that carry no meaning here.
Darklaw:
...!
Layton:
The only thing that carries any meaning here within the courtroom is evidence. Don't you agree, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
...Yes. Absolutely, Professor.
Darklaw:
Well, now...things are beginning to heat up a little, are they not? Fine. Tell me, defender...have you the means to prove this assertion? Do you actually think you can prove that I, the High Inquisitor of Labyrinthia, carried the accused into the bell tower?
Phoenix:
............ (From the looks of it, Ms Kira was supposed to keep quiet about Darklaw's little secret... But she couldn't deal with all of Darklaw's denials and finally found the guts to chime in. I can't let Kira's effort go to waste... I don't care what stands in my way... I'm going to find the truth!) ...Your Honour, the defence wishes to present evidence proving that Ms Darklaw did, in fact, carry my client up the tower!
Judge:
Very well, defender. You may present your evidence. Show us the evidence that proves Lady Darklaw carried the accused up the bell tower!
Present Footprints Sketch
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"There was something in your testimony just now that I'm not buying..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Darklaw:
And just what, may I ask, is that supposed to mean, defender?
Phoenix:
Say what?
Layton:
Mr Wright, it pains me to say this, but it seems I may have overestimated you.
Phoenix:
Come again?
Darklaw:
Hmph...you are not worthy to stand behind that bench. Take that strange lackey of yours and leave this courtroom NOW!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaarrrrgggh!
Maya:
............ Wait a second... "Strange lackey"...? Say, you don't think she means...me, do you, Nick?
Phoenix:
Um...I'm pretty sure she did, yeah.
Maya:
NICK! You're just gonna sit there and let her get away with trash-talking me like that?!
Phoenix:
(I sure am. Welcome to my world, Maya...) A-anyway! The defence wishes to try again!
Layton:
...Please endeavour to make your point more clearly this time, Mr Wright.
Leads back to:
"Very well, defender. You may present your evidence."
Phoenix:
There was something in your testimony just now that I'm not buying... ...And that's the footprints that were left at the bell tower.
Darklaw:
Did I not just finish admitting that those were my footprints?
Phoenix:
Ms Darklaw, you stated the following: "There was no heel on the footprints, so as I ascended the stairs, I was careful to match my footsteps to them as far as possible"... However, the reality is... the footprints pictured in the sketch actually do contain a heel. That means...something must have prevented you from being able to tiptoe along the footprints that were already there.
Judge:
"Prevented"...? Ah! Y-you mean...
Phoenix:
...That's right, Your Honour. Ms Darklaw, when you climbed up the bell tower tonight... you must have been carrying Ms Cantabella on your back. Is that correct?
Darklaw:
...!
Phoenix:
If you remember, it rained quite heavily tonight. That means the stairs must have been quite slippery. With your two hands occupied carrying my client, there would be no safe way for you to tiptoe up the stairs without falling... That right there is the truth behind the footprints on the staircase!
Judge:
L-Lady Darklaw... Y-you...
Darklaw:
............ ...Fine. I admit it.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
It is as you say... I donned the robe and made my way up the tower. But I was not alone. I carried both Espella Cantabella and her little "friend" up the tower with me.
Phoenix:
"Little friend"...?
Darklaw:
That black-furred creature of hers. The thing is nary ever a second from her side.
Maya:
Oh! She must mean Eve!
Darklaw:
When I arrived at the top of the tower... I saw this girl already there and called out to her.
Kira:
...I was very shocked to see the mistress show up in person like that.
Darklaw:
The girl's presence was an inconvenience... So I immediately put her to sleep. Believe it or not, it's just like you said, defender. I used what remained of Belduke's medicine to put the girl out of the picture.
Phoenix:
And that's when... Ms Kira put up a fight and pulled this pendant right off your neck, correct?
Darklaw:
...That's right.
Judge:
I cannot fathom it. That would mean... This pendant actually belongs to you, Lady Darklaw?!
Pendant updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
............ ...I just have one question, Ms Darklaw. Why? Why take Espella up the bell tower? Why render her unconscious? ...And why go through the trouble of sneaking past the guards? What exactly was your aim in all of this?!
Darklaw:
...I am in no way obliged to answer that question, defender.
Phoenix:
What?! Wh-what makes you say that?!
Darklaw:
...Simple. None of this has any relevance to the case at hand. That is why.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Ms Darklaw! You rendered the witness unconscious and locked her up at the top of the bell tower! I'd say that is MORE than a little relevant!
Layton:
Layton:
Your Honour, if I may... The inquisition believes...the defence's question to be irrelevant to the current case.
Phoenix:
P-Professor... What are you saying?!
Layton:
It would seem the defence has forgotten a very important point. Namely, the point of this, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Layton:
The aim of this trial is to find the identity of the Great Witch Bezella. Whether or not Miss Darklaw locked the witness at the top of the bell tower... is hardly relevant to the purpose of this trial.
Phoenix:
B-but...
Layton:
...There is one thing that is very clear. Neither Miss Darklaw nor this witness could possibly be Bezella.
Phoenix:
What...?
Layton:
If either one of the two were Bezella, then there would be no need for them to have used this robe of invisibility. They cannot use any magic... Therefore, it is inconceivable that either of them could be the Great Witch.
Judge:
...A rather straightforward argument if there ever was one.
Layton:
At the time of the incident, there were three people present. Of those three, two used the robe of invisibility to vanish from sight. Leaving only one person. Indeed... Miss Cantabella.
Phoenix:
Urgh!
Layton:
...With this in mind, the larger question is: who is Bezella?
Darklaw:
...Is that not obvious? The accused, Espella Cantabella, is the only possible answer. Besides, the accused's voice was heard by all the townspeople, chanting the spell Granwyrm.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
N-not so fast! I happen to think these witnesses are extremely relevant to this trial! Did you forget about Ms Kira? She supposedly took a one-way trip into that pit of fire over there. And yet here she is, in one piece, testifying that she returned in order to KILL the ruler of Labyrinthia, the Storyteller. ...Then there's Ms Darklaw, who rendered the defendant unconscious and proceeded to transport her up the bell tower. ...I'd say there's MORE than enough reason to investigate who these two really are!
Layton:
Only to discover that they are not, in fact, the Great Witch Bezella...?
Phoenix:
...I'm saying there's a possibility that these two are somehow related to Bezella!
Judge:
...The court will now announce its thoughts on the matter. I must say, what Inquisitor Layton has stated certainly does ring true. However, Lady Darklaw... I have one question I must ask you. What exactly were you hoping to accomplish here tonight?
Darklaw:
............ I assure you...'twas not my intent to deceive the good citizens of Labyrinthia. However... I must now reveal the truth to you all...
...Wh-what did she say?...You don't think Lady Darklaw is in league with the witches, do you...?...She can't be! She was the one that saw to that other witch's demise...
Judge:
Lady Darklaw... Are you saying that you're...
Darklaw:
...Hmph... That's right, Milord. I am a Shade.
Phoenix:
A Shade...
Layton:
............
Judge:
...Lady Darklaw. Will you please tell the court exactly what you mean when you say "Shade"?
Darklaw:
Yes...of course. I grow weary of standing behind this bench. I will tell you all I can.
Phoenix:
(What the heck is she trying to pull...? Why testify about something that could potentially undermine your credibility?)
Darklaw:
............
Witness Testimony
- Shades -
Darklaw:
Shades live outside the realm of those who dwell within Labyrinthia. To them, I am known as "the Great Witch".
Those that are put to the flames in the witch trials become Shades, who live their lives in the woods.
Kira:
We exist to carry out tasks given to us by our mistress, the Great Witch herself...
I am not a witch, nor am I a wandering spirit...
Judge:
Wh-what on earth?! High Inquisitor Darklaw... do you mean to say that not only are you a witch... but that you're the GREAT Witch?!
...Unbelievable... ...Lady Darklaw is the Great Witch......The Great Witch... ...Doesn't that mean she's Bezella...?...That's right... ...Lady Darklaw is...Bezella...
Layton:
...I do hope you have not forgotten what we established only moments ago. It is not possible for Miss Darklaw to be Bezella.
Judge:
B-but, Inquisitor Layton! Surely the testimony just now proves it...
Layton:
I am afraid that in the heat of such "revelations", you have all misheard the information.
Darklaw:
...'Tis pointless. This is the extent of what the people of this town will believe.
Layton:
I believe the truth will become clear during our cross-examination. Don't you agree, Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Defender, you may begin your interrogation!
Cross Examination
- Shades -
Darklaw:
Shades live outside the realm of those who dwell within Labyrinthia. To them, I am known as "the Great Witch".
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Great Witch...?
Darklaw:
Yes, that's right. However...I am not Bezella. The mistress to those who dwell in the Eldwitch Woods is dubbed "the Great Witch". Even if I wanted to be Bezella, I couldn't. As the ever so charming inquisitor stated earlier: I cannot use magic.
Layton:
Miss Darklaw, I have one question. What do you mean by..."live outside the realm"?
Darklaw:
I mean just that, Inquisitor. We truly do live in a realm separate from this town. Now, surely one as intelligent as yourself has worked out the answer by now, no?
Layton:
Perhaps... That remains to be seen, Miss Darklaw.
Darklaw:
Regardless...'tis something we cannot discuss with anyone. ...But it is something that the defence should be able to prove.
Phoenix:
...! (That almost sounds like a challenge...) By the way, Ms Darklaw... Since you're not actually a witch... why do you continue to be called that?
Darklaw:
To answer that... I must first discuss the true identity of the Shades.
If all other statements have been pressed, before adding fifth statement
Layton:
Layton:
Miss Darklaw... If I may interrupt for just a moment.
Darklaw:
What is it...Inquisitor Layton?
Layton:
Through your testimony just now, we have all come to understand the process of how one becomes a Shade. However, I was hoping you could perhaps elaborate on one additional point. Namely, what exactly is the purpose behind the Shades?
Darklaw:
............ If you wish to know our purpose, there are certain other things you must first understand. Once you've done that...the answer should be quite clear. Isn't that right, defender?
Phoenix:
...! (The purpose behind the Shades?)
Darklaw:
Rest assured, you will not get the answer from me. As the saying goes, "the witch is in YOUR court", defender.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like...Darklaw's challenging me to figure this out... ...Challenge accepted!)
Adds statement "There is...but one true purpose for the Shades that dwell within the Eldwitch Woods."
Darklaw:
Those that are put to the flames in the witch trials become Shades, who live their lives in the woods.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you're saying...that the Kira here right now is a Shade version of the Kira from before?
Darklaw:
...Indeed, defender. The girl has no recollection of her life prior to living in those woods.
Judge:
Wh-what manner of witchery is this? Why... this girl, err...Kira the flower seller, was cast straight to the flames before our very eyes!
Phoenix:
That's right, Your Honour. But as you can see, she didn't die. You see...there's actually a trick to the incineration device in the Witches' Court.
Judge:
A-a trick...?
Phoenix:
Once the verdict has been delivered, the court attendants move the steel cage into position, after which it seals shut. Then...the cage is dropped down into a pit of fire. The bottom of the cage then opens, allowing the witch inside to escape unharmed into an underground passage.
Judge:
I-if what you're saying is true, defender... th-then... what of this town's witch-purging history? What has been the purpose of all of this...?
Darklaw:
You and the knights have indeed been ridding Labyrinthia of witches. However... Nary a single life has been taken in the process. That is the reality...
Judge:
B-but... you cannot truly expect me to believe such a ridiculous notion...
???:
Your Honour! It's TRUE!
Maya:
Take a good hard look! It doesn't get any more alive than this!
Judge:
Ah! I-it's you... ...Aya Mey!
Maya:
Well...it's actually "Maya Fey", Your Forgetfulness.
Phoenix:
Wh-what the heck are you doing?! Everyone's gonna recognise you!
Maya:
Yeah, but...seeing is believing, Nick! Now they HAVE to believe you!
Darklaw:
...Do you see? Are you satisfied? All those found guilty in the witch trials lose their names, magic and memory. They are then sent to spend their lives as Shades in the Eldwitch Woods. And the mistress of those Shades is the Great Witch... As you can see...this girl, too, has become a Shade.
Kira:
............
Judge:
...I-I have no more words to express my utter disbelief at this situation...
Darklaw:
...That's enough. Shall we return to the testimony?
Phoenix:
(Why do I have the feeling things are going to get a LOT worse...?)
If all other statements have been pressed, before adding fifth statement
Layton:
Layton:
Miss Darklaw... If I may interrupt for just a moment.
Darklaw:
What is it...Inquisitor Layton?
Layton:
Through your testimony just now, we have all come to understand the process of how one becomes a Shade. However, I was hoping you could perhaps elaborate on one additional point. Namely, what exactly is the purpose behind the Shades?
Darklaw:
............ If you wish to know our purpose, there are certain other things you must first understand. Once you've done that...the answer should be quite clear. Isn't that right, defender?
Phoenix:
...! (The purpose behind the Shades?)
Darklaw:
Rest assured, you will not get the answer from me. As the saying goes, "the witch is in YOUR court", defender.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like...Darklaw's challenging me to figure this out... ...Challenge accepted!)
Adds statement "There is...but one true purpose for the Shades that dwell within the Eldwitch Woods."
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you're saying...that the Kira here right now is a Shade version of the Kira from before?
Darklaw:
...Indeed, defender. The girl has no recollection of her life prior to living in those woods.
Judge:
Hmm... There is no doubt that this young lady did not perish after that previous trial.
Phoenix:
That's all thanks to this door on the bottom of the cage.
Judge:
...Right. So in reality, the witch escaped the cage just in time to avoid the flames... To think such trickery was being used right under my beard... I truly had no idea.
Phoenix:
(Boy, even the judge was clueless about this...)
Darklaw:
My sincerest apologies, Milord. The only ones privy to this information were the Storyteller, myself and a handful of the Shades. It was imperative this be kept a secret from the citizens of this town.
Judge:
............ If I may be frank... I must say, I am a little relieved to hear this.
Darklaw:
...!
Judge:
I feel I carried out my role as judge of these witch trials to the best of my ability... For that, I have no regrets. However... If this means that lives were actually being saved this entire time... then I do believe the secrets and deception were worth it.
Darklaw:
............ Indeed, Milord.
Layton:
...Miss Darklaw, you are saying that these chambers of fire have been nothing more than mere trickery, are you not?
Darklaw:
...That is correct. All those found guilty within the Witches' Court lose their name, their grasp of magic and their memory. They are then sent to spend their lives as Shades in the Eldwitch Woods. And the mistress of those Shades is the Great Witch... As you can see...this girl, too, has become a Shade.
Kira:
............
Judge:
...I-I still cannot wrap my head around this whole situation...
Darklaw:
Now, if you don't mind, shall we get back to my testimony?
Phoenix:
(Figures... The judge is having one heck of a time coming to grips with all this...)
Kira:
We exist to carry out tasks given to us by our mistress, the Great Witch herself...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
These "tasks" you mention... Were you acting on them this evening?
Kira:
...Yes. I was told to come here and become Bezella...
Judge:
W-wait just a moment, witness... Did you just say become Bezella?
...My, how absolutely dreadful......Why would anyone...be given such a terrible task...?...Where have these Shades come from...?!
Judge:
Or-order! ORDER!
Kira:
I'm sorry... I don't know why I was given such a task... All I can do...is follow the orders I am given. If I can do that...then I can return.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean "you can return"...?
Darklaw:
...Such is the nature of the Shades. Neither human nor witch... Theirs is an existence spent in the shadows. Each of the Shades is given specific tasks. Then...upon successfully completing such tasks... they are allowed to return to Labyrinthia as brand new people...
Judge:
B-but, Lady Darklaw! How can they return as brand new citizens... when we already know who they were? For instance, we all recognise the former flower seller standing before us...
Darklaw:
...Now that, Milord, remains a secret. But a secret you will come to understand sooner rather than later.
Judge:
S-simply baffling...
Kira:
The one who gives us our tasks is the Great Witch. That would be you, Lady Darklaw... Um, I mean...oh magnificent one...
Judge:
While this explanation is wrought with much I cannot comprehend...I request the witnesses add it to their testimony!
Kira:
...Okay.
Changes statement from "We exist to carry out tasks given to us by our mistress, the Great Witch herself..." to "Lady Darklaw...was our venerable mistress. She assigned us our tasks. She was the Great Witch..."
Kira:
Lady Darklaw...was our venerable mistress. She assigned us our tasks. She was the Great Witch...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, about these "tasks"... can you give us any other examples?
Kira:
............ A Shade's tasks must never be discussed with others...no matter what.
Phoenix:
(She says that even though she just finished telling us all about her "secret" task...)
Layton:
Incidentally, do you perhaps remember... when you arrived back in town to carry out your orders?
Kira:
Well...not really. My memory is still...a little fuzzy.
Maya:
Say...didn't Kira only just recently become one of those Shade thingies?
Kira:
Still...I...I failed in my task tonight.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, when Luke and I had our little "run-in" with Kira... I remember being blown clear across the marketplace. But, I never saw any explosives or gunpowder...)
Maya:
Hmm... Maybe... Kira was given the task of blowing you to smithereens, Nick!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaand we're done. Getting back to this testimony... (I'm sure there's something here that just doesn't add up...)
Kira:
............
If all other statements have been pressed, before adding fifth statement
Layton:
Layton:
Miss Darklaw... If I may interrupt for just a moment.
Darklaw:
What is it...Inquisitor Layton?
Layton:
Through your testimony just now, we have all come to understand the process of how one becomes a Shade. However, I was hoping you could perhaps elaborate on one additional point. Namely, what exactly is the purpose behind the Shades?
Darklaw:
............ If you wish to know our purpose, there are certain other things you must first understand. Once you've done that...the answer should be quite clear. Isn't that right, defender?
Phoenix:
...! (The purpose behind the Shades?)
Darklaw:
Rest assured, you will not get the answer from me. As the saying goes, "the witch is in YOUR court", defender.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like...Darklaw's challenging me to figure this out... ...Challenge accepted!)
Adds statement "There is...but one true purpose for the Shades that dwell within the Eldwitch Woods."
Kira:
I am not a witch, nor am I a wandering spirit...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You really don't have any recollection of your old flower-selling self, do you?
Kira:
I...I don't.
Darklaw:
When a witch becomes a Shade, they lose all memory of their past life.
Phoenix:
Th-they lose their memories? But...why?!
Layton:
...And yet, you still have some grasp of the concept of magic, do you not, witness?
Darklaw:
Let me spell it out for you: magic does not exist in the Eldwitch Woods.
Kira:
Oh, but... There are actually lots of things back in the forest that I have not seen in this town...
Phoenix:
There are...things there you haven't seen here?
Kira:
Like...really huge machines, that sort of thing. There's one that spits out fire with such amazing speed, and then it expels these huge plumes of grey smoke...
Judge:
A-a machine that spits fire...? Never have I heard of such a thing! Are you certain that these "machines" of which you speak are not simply magic...?
Kira:
You know...now that you mention it... I don't think anyone from this town... can actually see those of us from the forest.
Phoenix:
Th-they can't see you? (Could it be something like that robe...?)
Judge:
Hmm... How can such a thing even be possible without magic...?
If all other statements have been pressed, before adding fifth statement
Layton:
Layton:
Miss Darklaw... If I may interrupt for just a moment.
Darklaw:
What is it...Inquisitor Layton?
Layton:
Through your testimony just now, we have all come to understand the process of how one becomes a Shade. However, I was hoping you could perhaps elaborate on one additional point. Namely, what exactly is the purpose behind the Shades?
Darklaw:
............ If you wish to know our purpose, there are certain other things you must first understand. Once you've done that...the answer should be quite clear. Isn't that right, defender?
Phoenix:
...! (The purpose behind the Shades?)
Darklaw:
Rest assured, you will not get the answer from me. As the saying goes, "the witch is in YOUR court", defender.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like...Darklaw's challenging me to figure this out... ...Challenge accepted!)
Adds statement "There is...but one true purpose for the Shades that dwell within the Eldwitch Woods."
Darklaw:
There is...but one true purpose for the Shades that dwell within the Eldwitch Woods.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Darklaw! What is the purpose of the Shades?
Darklaw:
As mistress to the Shades... I cannot disclose the purpose of their existence.
Layton:
...Well then. Since Miss Darklaw is unable to tell us herself, it seems we must rely on evidence instead.
Phoenix:
Evidence, huh...
Layton:
I do believe the Shades could have something to do with... that which exists in this town, but ought not to.
Phoenix:
............ (Something that exists...but shouldn't?)
Judge:
...Well, defender? Are you prepared to present evidence?
I'm prepared, Your Honour
Phoenix:
I was born ready, Your Honour.
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
(Something that exists in this town, but shouldn't... I think I know what you're getting at, Professor!)
Judge:
Defender, please present your evidence!
Phoenix:
...Yes, Your Honour. The purpose of the Shades could be to make sure this particular thing exists in Labyrinthia!
Present any entry in Grand Grimoire
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"............"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Well, how about THIS?!
Darklaw:
............ Defender, just the other day you found yourself caught up in a nasty little explosion in the marketplace, did you not?
Phoenix:
Y...yes, that's right.
Darklaw:
...Well then, the Shades' goal should be rather simple to work out. It was to rid Labyrinthia of useless, time-wasting defenders in ridiculous blue outfits!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaarrrrgh! (Boy...that was cold-blooded...)
Layton:
There is but one thing these Shades must ensure exists in this world, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Layton:
There are many potential answers of which any will do. Show the court one of those answers. And perhaps it would be in your best interest not to anger the witness with an irrelevant answer for a second time, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
...Could the defence please have another chance to think this through, Your Honour?
Judge:
Lady Darklaw, please give your testimony to the court one more time!
Darklaw:
...Of course, Milord.
Leads back to cross-examination
Not quite, Your Honour
Phoenix:
Uhh...well...actually...the defence is not quite ready yet, Your Honour.
Darklaw:
Come now, defender... Surely you, of all people, are aware of just how important it is to know your product before you try and sell it, no?
Phoenix:
...What?
Darklaw:
You are a baker trying to sell yourself as a defender, and right now, I'm not buying it.
Phoenix:
...That was forever ago.
Judge:
Lady Darklaw, please testify to the court one more time.
Maya:
Get that objection finger ready, and really nail 'em with some evidence, Nick!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present any entry in Grand Grimoire
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"............"
Phoenix:
(That's it for her testimony, I guess...)
Maya:
Whatcha thinking, Nick?
Phoenix:
I'm thinking there's something really weird going on with Darklaw.
Maya:
Really? Do tell!
Phoenix:
I mean, just listen to her testimony. She's more than willing to elaborate on some potentially incriminating information.
Maya:
Hmm...I see your point.
Phoenix:
The one REALLY trying to put an end to the Story... could be Darklaw herself.
Maya:
I guess... But still...
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Maya:
Remember, Nick, we're here to save Espella. So let's squeeze every last bit of information we can out of Darklaw and clear Espella's name!
Phoenix:
............ Y'know, you could be on to something. (I'd better gather as much information as possible, for the time being.)
Phoenix:
............ (Something that doesn't exist ...? I have a feeling no one is going to like the answer I'm about to give, and it'll probably end up shaking this town to its core... But...I've got to tell them. The truth has to come out!) ...Since I arrived here in Labyrinthia, there's been no shortage of really strange events. Ignaize, Dimere, Godoor, Goldor... and now Granwyrm.
Layton:
The mere command of magic is in itself a crime, is it not?
Phoenix:
In this town, witches are arrested and made to participate in witch trials. They are then sentenced to death by fire. ...But none of those witches actually died! That supposed "death by fire" wasn't real! And... neither is magic. ...It doesn't really exist.
Judge:
Wh-what are you saying, defender?
Phoenix:
The Eldwitch Woods apparently contain some rather large machines unlike anything that exists within Labyrinthia. Machines that emit fire and produce large plumes of smoke. To top it all off, the citizens of Labyrinthia are not able to see said machines...
Judge:
It sounds like nothing more than magic.
Phoenix:
Yes... That's exactly it, Your Honour. Ms Darklaw.
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
Magic doesn't really exist in this town. That's the answer, isn't it?
Judge:
M-magic does not... What utter nonsense!
Darklaw:
............ It seems we have finally arrived at the stunning conclusion... ...The secret behind Labyrinthia.
Judge:
Wha............ WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Order! Order! ORDER, I say! Wh...wh-what is the meaning of this?!
Phoenix:
It means...that all of the magic you've seen in this town... was nothing more than an illusion created and put into motion by the Shades!
Judge:
But, defender! The witches...we have clearly seen them use magic!
Layton:
............ Hmm... Let us take a moment to think carefully about the systems employed by the Shades.
Judge:
S-systems...?
Layton:
What is essential in order for a witch to use magic?
Phoenix:
The witch must possess a Talea Magica and must say an incantation in order to cast a spell.
Layton:
...And the spells able to be cast are determined by the sceptre's magic gems. Now, what do you think is the purpose of placing such requirements on the use of magic?
Judge:
Wh-what do you mean..."purpose"?
Layton:
These requirements are not there to allow the user to cast magic. Rather, the reality is they are there to inform the Shades of who should be using magic.
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
It is possible...that witches were always being closely observed by Shades. That's why they donned these robes... To appear hidden until they were needed to create magic.
Judge:
"Create"...?
Layton:
...Indeed. There are all kinds of spells within this tome. It would be quite troublesome if they were simply allowed to use any spell at will.
Phoenix:
Yeah...it would make the Shades' job that much more difficult, for sure.
Layton:
Precisely so. That is why it was imperative that a certain restriction be placed on the use of magic.
Phoenix:
Ah... You're referring to the Talea Magica, right, Professor?
Judge:
Of course... No wonder the sceptre could contain only two magic gems!
Layton:
Then there's the incantation... What would happen if a witch could simply whisper the incantation quietly to herself, or not even say it at all?
Maya:
Boy, that'd be so cool... I'd be casting spells all day long, and no one would ever see it coming!
Phoenix:
Maya, we spent an entire trial proving that you WEREN'T a witch, remember? If the witches didn't give some sort of signal... then there would be no way for the Shades to know when to "cast" the spell!
Layton:
Right you are, Mr Wright. The incantations were a way of telling the Shades when the witch was ready to use magic.
Judge:
Wh-what on earth...? Never did I think these requirements could have such a purpose!
Layton:
...Now, let's think back to the previous events, leading up to today, that have involved magic. Our first encounter with "magic" was the use of the spell Ignaize a few nights ago. A "spell" like this... was nothing more than a flame spewed from a machine being used by the Shades.
Judge:
Th-then that means...Dimere...
Phoenix:
A spell that makes the caster disappear? No doubt about it... It must have been this robe.
Layton:
Next is the incident with Goldor, the spell that "transmuted" me into a gold statue. While I understand this may sound a bit absurd, I can only surmise... that the Shades created a gold statue in my image, took me and left it in my place the instant the incantation was uttered.
Phoenix:
(Professor...it's no more absurd than anything else that's happened so far...)
Layton:
...We can therefore conclude that all of the "magic" in Labyrinthia was created in a similar vein. What do you say to that, Miss Darklaw?
Darklaw:
............ ...I'd expect nothing less from you, Inquisitor Layton.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
At any given time, there were between five and ten witches in town. All of the witches were accompanied by Shades at all times. It was easier than you would think. You see, the Shades living in the Eldwitch Woods total in the hundreds. It was simply a matter of having each of the Shades operate in shifts, in order to watch over each of the witches within the town.
Judge:
I must say, Lady Darklaw... That is quite a number of Shades...
Darklaw:
'Twas not only those who fell victim to the flames that were turned into Shades, but their victims too were made permanent residents of the Eldwitch Woods.
Maya:
...! Th-then... those two shady thieves from before were... turned into Shades...?
Darklaw:
Ah, yes. You mean Robbs and Muggs. Despite their dubious appearance, those two were a couple of my best Shades.
Phoenix:
(...Shady thieves turned into Shades. This stuff writes itself...)
Judge:
...I cannot believe what I have heard...
............
Layton:
...However, there is still one thing I do not understand just yet.
Darklaw:
...And what would that be?
Layton:
As has just been explained...we have established that there is no possibility of magic being real. But...replacing me with a gold statue to give the illusion of transmutation, for example... While it sounds simple enough... I myself, and presumably also Miss Fey, have no recollection of this replacement actually taking place.
Maya:
H-hey, that's right! The professor got all bling-blingy before I could even bat an eye!
Layton:
It begs the question: how and when was that statue created, let alone used to replace me...?
Judge:
Th-that is true...
Phoenix:
The same goes for Godoor. It's supposed to create a portal between two green-coloured walls.
Layton:
Perhaps...that is exactly why the spell can only work on green walls, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
Still...it'd be impossible for the Shades to get those "portals" ready so quickly.
Layton:
I agree. If we take a moment to think... we can see that all of these spells have one strange thing in common.
Phoenix:
A thing in common?
Layton:
Yes, indeed. Almost as if some time between the start and end of the incident was unaccounted for... Furthermore, any memory I might have had regarding the incident seems to have simply disappeared in the process.
Maya:
I-I've got it! Nick... it's just like what happened to Kira. She's got absolutely NO memory of her life in Labyrinthia before the trial, right?
Kira:
...Y-yes. I do not remember this "Kira" you speak of...
Maya:
And... Oh yeah! When you really think about it... doesn't it seem super weird how the Shades are able to return to town if they complete their tasks?
Phoenix:
You're right, Maya. I mean...the townsfolk are bound to remember some things about them, right? ...Like how Ms Kira here threw a major hissy fit in court and was barbecued for being a witch...
Layton:
Eloquently put, Mr Wright. Hence we cannot yet conclude that this entire illusion was primarily accomplished through the use of machinery. Simply put... there must have been some way of affecting the memories of all those within the confines of this town.
Darklaw:
............ Missing time and lost memories? Now that IS interesting, Inquisitor... You are correct. There is, in fact, a secret that lies within the depths of the Eldwitch Woods. Something that the people of this town cannot see... Something that can rob people of their time and memories... 'Tis the very thing that connects all of what you have heard tonight... 'Tis a secret of monumental proportions...
Phoenix:
And... Let me guess... 'Tis a secret that cannot be revealed by the mistress of the Eldwitch Woods... Is that right?
Darklaw:
...Yes. An excellent deduction, defender.
Judge:
"Witches' souls wander astray within the Eldwitch Woods"... Until tonight, I thought this nothing but a mere fairy tale told to children... But it has become clear that a seemingly large organisation lies within that forest!
Darklaw:
The Witches' Court is the border between "this world" and the "other world".
Phoenix:
Then...that means... In "this world", you're Labyrinthia's High Inquisitor...while also being mistress to the Shades in the "other world". (Otherwise known as the Great Witch...)
Layton:
............ May I intervene for just a moment,  Mr Wright?
Phoenix:
S-sure!
Layton:
In all honesty...there is still something that sticks out as a little odd. ...Particularly in Miss Darklaw's previous testimony.
Phoenix:
D-did you say the...previous testimony? (Argh...I'd already pushed that out of my head...)
Layton:
...There was one vital truth that we managed to take away from that testimony.
Judge:
You mean that magic does not truly exist in Labyrinthia... Indeed, quite the vital, albeit shocking, truth.
Layton:
However... There is one more truth hidden within that same testimony.
Phoenix:
............ (There's something else in that testimony? I must've checked the Court Record more times than I count, but...I didn't find a single other contradiction.)
Layton:
Have you forgotten already, Mr Wright? Where there is no evidence left... we have but one more weapon at our disposal with which to uncover the truth.
Maya:
Oh...hey! I've got it, Nick! Remember, in a witch trial you can cross-examine two witnesses at the same time...
Phoenix:
H-hey, that's right! I completely forgot! Being able to have a look at two testimonies side-by-side is bound to turn up a contradiction somewhere!
Layton:
And that contradiction...should provide us with a much-needed clue.
Phoenix:
...! (I'm not entirely sure where the professor is going with this, but... I believe in his judgment. Besides, if we're going to blow this case wide open, it's got to be worth a shot!)
Judge:
Very well. We will now take a closer look at Lady Darklaw's previous testimony.
Layton:
This is it...Miss Darklaw's previous testimony. There is a glaring contradiction between this piece of testimony and the others... Ready yourself, Mr Wright!
Darklaw:
Shades live outside the realm of those who dwell within Labyrinthia. To them, I am known as "the Great Witch".
Question Kira's first statement
Phoenix/Layton:
Leads to:
"Your Honour, there's obviously a huge discrepancy between these two pieces of testimony."
Question any other statement
Phoenix/Layton:
Phoenix:
The contradiction between Ms Darklaw's testimony and the previous testimonies... is right THERE!
Layton:
M-Mr Wright, please wait a moment. Perhaps...you would be better served not leaving this up to chance, would you not agree?
Phoenix:
B-but, Professor! I could've sworn that was it...
Maya:
Well... If anything is going to contradict Ms Darklaw's testimony, you'd think it'd HAVE to come from Kira. She only has two statements. If it's not one, it's got to be the other. The technical term is "process of elimination", Nick!
Phoenix:
(Gee, thanks for the "pro-tip", Maya...)
Layton:
Mr Wright. Please...take a moment to think this through carefully and try again.
Phoenix:
G-got it, Professor!
Leads back to:
"Very well. We will now take a closer look at Lady Darklaw's previous testimony."
Phoenix:
Your Honour, there's obviously a huge discrepancy between these two pieces of testimony. Ms Darklaw stated that she is known as the Great Witch... However, according to Ms Kira's testimony... Ms Darklaw WAS her "venerable mistress" - the Great Witch.
Layton:
That is correct. She was the Great Witch... Note Miss Kira's use of the past tense.
Judge:
"Past tense"...? I am afraid my grammar is not quite what it used to be... May I ask what you mean?
Phoenix:
It's simple. Ms Darklaw WAS mistress to the Shades...or as they also called her, "the Great Witch". Therefore... She...is no longer the Great Witch!
Judge:
She is...NOT the Great Witch?! W-witness, is this true?!
Kira:
Huh?! Uhh...I-I... ............
Darklaw:
...It is as you have heard, Milord.
Phoenix:
...!
Layton:
...!
Darklaw:
I relinquished my position as Great Witch in order to fulfil the objective of this task.
Judge:
What would that objective be again...?
Layton:
That would be the assassination of the Storyteller, Your Honour.
Phoenix:
Witness! At the beginning of this trial, you stated... that you came to town in order to complete your task, didn't you? What's more... You said that you were going to summon the fire dragon to do it. Now, this task...it wasn't Ms Darklaw here that gave it to you, was it?
Kira:
...N-no, it wasn't...
Layton:
So then...the most pressing question is: who was it that gave you that task? Who told you to come to Labyrinthia and assassinate the Storyteller?
Kira:
............ I...I cannot tell you. ...No matter what...
Phoenix:
(All right. So Darklaw isn't the "Great Witch" any more... Which must mean...the mastermind behind this entire thing is...)
Layton:
Hm... It would seem the defence has worked it out as well. Mr Wright, you know who really gave Miss Kira her task tonight, do you not?
Judge:
Defender, I ask that you enlighten the court. Show us who really gave this witness her task to assassinate the Storyteller!
Present Storyteller profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The St-Storyteller...?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Judge:
...Hmm... As usual, defender, the only thing I see you pointing out...is your innate inability to correctly point things out.
Phoenix:
...What?
Darklaw:
Defender! Pray this mysterious mastermind gets their hands on you before I do!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaarrrrrgh! (Boy, she REALLY doesn't like me...)
Layton:
It pains me to say this, but it seems as if I might have overestimated you. Now then, please endeavour to make your point clearly this time, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
S-sure thing, Professor... (Could you not just, oh I don't know...give me the answer?!)
Maya:
Y'know... whoever replaced Darklaw has to be someone pretty high up on the food chain, don't you think, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Someone...high up, huh?)
Leads back to:
"Defender, I ask that you enlighten the court."
Judge:
The St-Storyteller...?
Phoenix:
We're talking about someone with the authority and power to replace the Great Witch. Someone who calls the shots. I can't think of anyone else that meets those criteria, except for the Storyteller himself.
Judge:
P-preposterous! Then that would mean...
Layton:
Exactly, Your Honour. It means that the Storyteller gave this final task to Kira himself. He was, in short, responsible for his own assassination.
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Order! Order! Order in the court! ...But, for what purpose?! Why would he plan his own assassination?!
Layton:
That I cannot say, Your Honour. However... The final chapter of the Story does tell of his inevitable death. While he assigned this task to Kira himself, it is perfectly natural that he would do so. However, what is not natural... is your behaviour tonight, Miss Darklaw.
Darklaw:
............
Judge:
Wh-what was unnatural about the High Inquisitor's behaviour?
Layton:
You were once the head of all the Shades... and yet, tonight you tried to interfere with the Storyteller's plan. You rendered Miss Kira unconscious and locked her away in the belfry of the bell tower. That, to me, seems like the activity of someone aiming to put a stop to his plan altogether.
Judge:
I-indeed... Lady Darklaw, what would be the reason for such behaviour?
Darklaw:
............
Layton:
I leave that to you, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
............ Based on what we've seen in this trial, the defence believes Ms Darklaw's reason for covering up her actions tonight... can only be attributed to one thing. (This plan was handed down by the Storyteller himself... and Ms Darklaw was definitely aiming to put a wrench in it...but why?)
She tried to sabotage the plan
Phoenix:
There's one possible reason I can think of for why Ms Darklaw had to hide her actions tonight... She wanted to sabotage his plan!
Judge:
Sabotage?
Phoenix:
I mean, think about it. Her boss forced her to give up her position as the Great Witch. I'd say sabotaging your boss' plan for the sake of revenge is a perfectly plausible reason!
Judge:
It worries me GREATLY that you should say that with such a huge smile on your face, defender.
Darklaw:
...It would be my honour to wipe that smirk from his face myself, Milord.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Layton:
Remember, Mr Wright. In the end, the plan was not stopped. The Storyteller was, in fact, killed tonight.
Phoenix:
............ That's true.
Layton:
It is my belief... that this was an act of betrayal.
Phoenix:
(Betrayal, of course! I should've seen that one a mile away...)
Leads to:
"The Storyteller used the Great Witch Bezella to take his own life."
She tried to betray the Storyteller
Phoenix:
There's one possible reason I can think of as to why Ms Darklaw had to hide her actions tonight... She was aiming to betray the Storyteller!
Judge:
B-betray the Storyteller...?
Layton:
I agree, Mr Wright.
Leads to:
"The Storyteller used the Great Witch Bezella to take his own life."
She tried to protect the Storyteller
Phoenix:
Could it have been that she was trying to protect the Storyteller?
Judge:
Protect...?
Phoenix:
Exactly. That explains why she locked up Ms Kira - the big, bad, scary witch - in the belfry!
Layton:
Layton:
Please think a little harder, Mr Wright. Miss Darklaw was carrying Miss Cantabella to the bell tower... so that she could appear as the Great Witch Bezella.
Phoenix:
Ah.
Layton:
Following that, the Storyteller perished. I do not believe anything about her actions tonight indicate an intention to "protect".
Phoenix:
............ That's true.
Layton:
It is my belief... that this was an act of betrayal.
Phoenix:
(Betrayal, of course! I should've seen that one a mile away...)
Leads to:
"The Storyteller used the Great Witch Bezella to take his own life."
Layton:
The Storyteller used the Great Witch Bezella to take his own life. Instructions to carry out the plan were given to Miss Kira. However... Miss Darklaw planned to intervene and change the scenario at the very last minute.
Phoenix:
She planned to do so by changing the identity of the Great Witch from Ms Kira to Ms Cantabella.
Layton:
Thus bringing us to our current situation: Miss Cantabella on trial for the murder of her father at the hands of Bezella. You, Miss Darklaw, seem to harbour a rather strong hatred for the Storyteller, if I am not mistaken.
Darklaw:
............ ...Heh heh heh... A "hatred", you say? Yes...I suppose you could call it that.
Phoenix:
...!
Darklaw:
That's right. Behold...my revenge.
Judge:
D-did you say...revenge?
Layton:
Miss Darklaw, will you please tell the court of your plan for revenge?
Darklaw:
............ If you insist.
The High Inquisitor... And also, the Great Witch. Long have I donned those two masks. One, as Labyrinthia's protector... The other, its harbinger of destruction... In other words...I was merely meant to serve him. And yet... he sought to selfishly pen the ending of the Story under his own terms. He did not care enough about me...or any of the townspeople, to allow us the dignity of deciding our own fate!
Darklaw:
Indeed. What we witnessed tonight... was the cowardly act of a man looking for an easy way to end that which he could not properly finish! He cared for no one but himself... Hence this sudden sham of an ending! And for that...I will never forgive him.
Layton:
What do you mean by "sham of an ending"?
Darklaw:
The Great Witch Bezella is to summon a dragon of fire and end the life of the Creator... She will then be put on trial and judged, thus heralding a period of peace and prosperity for all of Labyrinthia... Such is the ending written for this town and its people. 'Tis not an ending I oppose in principle. Who would not wish a happy ending for their own people? However, the problem lies...in Bezella's identity.
Phoenix:
Bezella's identity?
Darklaw:
As you know, he... assigned the role of the Great Witch to this girl beside me.
Layton:
But you're saying that was a falsehood... Is that correct?
Darklaw:
...I knew Bezella's true identity. 'Tis not something I could ever forget. That is why...I went to the bell tower. And it is why I took the accused there. I did it...to ensure the true witch, foretold in the Story, was given the judgement she was due!
Judge:
The true witch... Y-you don't mean...
Darklaw:
...Yes! I speak of none other than Espella Cantabella!
Espella:
...!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms Darklaw! There is a glaring contradiction in your statement.
Darklaw:
And what would that be...?
Phoenix:
It's supposedly common knowledge that Bezella is capable of using all magic. However! That is FAR from the truth! "Magic" does not actually exist in this town! It was all one giant illusion created by the Shades! Therefore... the Great Witch Bezella cannot exist either!
Layton:
............
Judge:
............
Espella:
............
............
???:
...Heh heh heh... ...You fool...
Darklaw:
Defender... you really don't have a clue, do you?
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
B-but, wait just a minute now! Is the defender not correct? If magic does not exist, then it goes without saying that witches do not exist either. And that would include the Great Witch, would it not?
...Th-that's right!...They've been lying to us this whole time!...Dastards!...Bezella isn't real!
Layton:
Layton:
...Mr Wright. There is...a fundamental mistake in your argument.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?
Layton:
I have but one simple question. What, exactly, is Bezella?
Phoenix:
Huh?! Well...err, she's...supposed to be the head of all witches...
Layton:
...Allow me to reword the question. The Great Witch Bezella is the root of all disaster within Labyrinthia. Knowing that...what specific "disaster" might she have been the root of?
Phoenix:
Th-that would be... Umm...
Maya:
I just thought of something... We've been hearing Bezella's name left and right since we got here, but not once has the real Bezella shown up in person...
Layton:
...Indeed, Miss Fey. Bezella herself has been virtually absent from the Story thus far.
Judge:
But, Inquisitor! Did she not claim the life of the Storyteller tonight?!
Layton:
It would appear so, Your Honour. However, there is just one more thing... Consider this... Which particular "story" is every citizen of Labyrinthia most familiar with?
Phoenix:
Well...that would have to be... The Legendary Fire...right?
Layton:
...Precisely.
Judge:
S-surely you're not serious. As the name implies, that is but a mere legend. No one knows for certain if it occurred...
Layton:
So they say... But the reality is, there are still traces of that terrible fire within the town today.
Maya:
The professor's right! We've even seen some of it up close and personal.
Phoenix:
(Hey, yeah... At the Great Archive...)
Judge:
You are indeed correct, Inquisitor. Littered throughout the town are burnt remnants of a fire most fierce. However...no one can say for certain what transpired back then. You see, not a soul saw what actually happened.
Maya:
Let me see if I have this straight...there's an entire town full of people and NO ONE saw what happened?
Layton:
...Correct. Except for one particular person.
Maya:
What?
Layton:
There is one person who saw everything. I am speaking, of course, of the one responsible for the fire itself...the Great Witch Bezella.
???:
...Yes...
Espella:
I...remember it. All of it...
Phoenix:
E-Espella, what are you saying?!
Espella:
...When I close my eyes, I can picture it so vividly... ...The awful sight of the flames engulfing everything they touched... ...The scorching heat on my skin. ...The smell of burning cinder all around me. ...The large plumes of black smoke. ...The warm tears streaming down my face. I...remember it all...
Darklaw:
What you are recalling now...is the moment the Great Witch Bezella destroyed our town. Well, it appears my role here is finished. As for the rest... I leave it in your capable hands, Inquisitor.
Layton:
............
Phoenix:
Huh?! (Darklaw... She...)
(just vanished into thin air!)
Espella:
...She's right. These memories... ...are proof that I am Bezella.
Maya:
But, Espella...
Layton:
Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Layton:
Remember, if you will, what I said at the beginning of this trial. I came here to prove that Espella Cantabella is, in reality, the Great Witch Bezella.
Phoenix:
Right...
Layton:
There is still one more thing I wish to present to the court. I would now like to call the final witness to the stand.
Phoenix:
Th-the final witness...?
Storyteller:
Layton:
Ah... It would appear he has arrived. Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I give you this trial's final witness...the Storyteller.
And just like that, he appeared... The man who "died" not hours before... and the victim of this very trial... ...The Storyteller himself... ...The professor sure chose one heck of a final witness... ...Morning is drawing closer and closer. How this trial will end is anyone's guess.
To Be Continued...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
I don't see anything out of the ordinary.
Phoenix:
Ah...really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Let that be a lesson, defender. I recommend the defence take more care in raising objections henceforth...or else.
Phoenix:
(Something tells me the judge's gavel has something to do with that "or else"...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
...Are you saying that piece of evidence is somehow relevant to this statement?
Phoenix:
...It isn't, is it?
Judge:
It is not. But this penalty is certainly relevant to your performance.
Phoenix:
(I really think...the judge enjoys handing down penalties.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Darklaw as prosecutor)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This statement...clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
The defence's objection is overruled.
Phoenix:
Wh-why?
Darklaw:
We have gathered here to deliver the final judgement on the Great Witch. This trial is strict and its results irrevocable. You should at least have the good sense to notice when you make a mistake!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaargh! This trial does feel different to the other ones...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Hershel Layton as prosecutor)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Judge:
I have no idea how... And here's your penalty.
Phoenix:
Arrghhhhhhhh! P-Professor...I could really use a hand!
Layton:
Regrettably, Mr Wright, I cannot oblige your request.
Phoenix:
Why not...?
Layton:
A gentleman must play the game fair and square, would you not agree?
Phoenix:
(Ughhh... Apparently gentlemen make for pretty cold-hearted prosecutors.)
Layton:
I am, after all, a gentleman.
Question Darklaw incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ms Darklaw...
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
Would you like to comment on the testimony we've just heard?
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
It seemed like something in it attracted your attention...
Darklaw:
............
Phoenix:
(I guess whatever I say, she'll just stand there going "..." with her eyes closed.)
Maya:
Darklaw doesn't make a great witness, does she?
Phoenix:
............
Maya:
Don't you "..." me!
Judge:
Well then, witness, continue testifying!
Question Kira incorrectly during cross-examination
Phoenix:
Hang on!
Phoenix:
Is something wrong, Ms Kira?
Kira:
............
Phoenix:
Witness!
Kira:
Oh... Y-yes?
Phoenix:
(She really doesn't remember her name...) You looked like you wanted to say something... Did something in High Inquisitor Darklaw's testimony strike you as odd?
Kira:
No, I'm sorry... I...wasn't really listening...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... She seems pretty scared. She must be intimidated by Darklaw.)
Judge:
Lady Darklaw, please continue your testimony.
Darklaw:
............
Too many penalties
Judge:
There is no need to continue this trial. The accused's true identity has been proven beyond doubt. The court shall now issue the final verdict for Espella Cantabella!
Guilty
Judge:
It is a crime to be a witch. We must do everything to erase magic from the world. Despicable witch! Into the flames with you!
The Lost Turnabout
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Episode 1The Lost Turnabout
Phoenix: 
...*huff*...*huff*... Grr!! How did I get into this mess...?
That's far enough!You can't run forever, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
Wha...!? What have I done wrong!?
I cannot allow you to go on like this!
Phoenix:
...? B-But I'm just a simple defense attorney!
Silence!You are no longer worthy of your title.
September 8, 9:08 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Phoenix:
What a nightmare... And I bet it was this ringtone that caused it... I really shouldn't be dozing off right before a trial starts anyway...
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix: 
Huh... looks like they hung up.
???:
Ah, good. I finally found it. Talk about a close call. I hate to do this to you, but... It's nothing personal... Mr. Attorney.
A few minutes later...
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Phoenix:
... Ouch... My head... It's throbbing... And why does it feel... so foggy in there...?
???: 
Gooood morning!
Phoenix: 
Ack! Uh... G-Good morning...
???: 
What's wrong!? You don't look well! People are at their best first thing in the morning! Where's that fighting spirit!?
Phoenix: 
... Sorry, but can you please turn the cheeriness down? My head... sort of hurts...
???: 
Roger that!
Phoenix: 
...
???: 
...
Phoenix: 
... Um... Am I in trouble or something?
???: 
Huh? "Trouble...?"
Phoenix: 
W-Wait, never mind. You're a policewoman, right? I thought maybe I had done something wrong...?
???: 
Wh-What are you talking about? I'm the one in trouble!
Phoenix: 
... What?
Byrde: 
I'm placing my life in your hands today, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix: 
Life... in... my hands...?
Byrde: 
You promised me! You said you would prove that I was not guilty!
Phoenix: 
"N... Not... guilty"?
Byrde: 
Just when I thought all hope was lost; when all the other lawyers had laughed me off... "Leave it to me!" you said! You! The one and only Phoenix Wright came to save the day! And just like that, I was moved to tears, sir! I'll never forget what you're doing for me, EVER!
Phoenix:
(What is this girl babbling about...?)
Byrde: 
Actually, I really love to watch court proceedings, and I always root for you to win! When I'm off duty, I like to come here and... ...? What's wrong? You've been acting really strange and you keep staring at me. You're making me kind of nervous, sir...
Phoenix: 
Oh... sorry. (Hmm... I'm afraid to ask, but here goes...) So, this might sound bad, but... uh... Who are you...?
Byrde: 
Whaaaaat!? Mr. Wright!! How can you say that!? How can you do this to the fragile heart of a girl about to go on trial...? You're absolutely horrible!
Phoenix: 
No -- I mean, I didn't mean it like that! 
Byrde:
Is this how a defense attorney treats his clients, sir!? I can't believe this!!  
Phoenix:
No, it's just... ...Well, I think you have the wrong person. I'm... 
Byrde:
Yes...!? "I'm..."!?
Phoenix: 
... ... I'm... Who am I? (Why am I drawing a blank...?)
Bailiff:
The trial will begin shortly. Will the defendant and her lawyer please proceed to the courtroom immediately!
Byrde: 
The trial's about to start! I'm counting on you in there, OK?
Phoenix: 
(Hmm... I guess I must have amnesia... Let's see... What can I piece together...? Hmm, from our conversation, I can safely say that I'm probably a defense attorney. And that girl... I said I'd prove her "not guilty"... I can't believe I made such an irresponsible promise.) Aaaaaargh! Someone, please!! Tell me this is just a bad dream!
(Why do I get the feeling this is one dream I won't be waking up from...? *gulp*)
September 8, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Maggey Byrde.
Payne:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: 
Um, er... Are you talking to me...?
Judge: 
Do you see any other defense attorneys here?
Phoenix: 
(I guess not. Urk.)
Judge: 
Now then, are you ready?
Yes
Phoenix:
(I guess I should say, "Yes" for now.)
Judge: 
Are you ready, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: 
Yes, Your Honor. (... Wait a sec... If her life is in my hands... I should really do the responsible thing...)
Leads to:
"Actually, you see, Your Honor... My memory is kind of..."
No
Phoenix:
Um... What if I said, "No"? Would that be alright?
Judge:
Of course it wouldn't!
Phoenix:
(Then why bother asking to begin with??)
Leads to:
"Actually, you see, Your Honor... My memory is kind of..."
Phoenix:
Actually, you see, Your Honor... My memory is kind of...
Judge:
The court will not hear the defense's excuses. Because the defendant is a member of the police, this case is under great scrutiny. Therefore, we must make this trial fair but swift. I believe I have told you this before. I hope you're not telling me you've forgotten!
Phoenix:
(Actually, I did...)
Judge:
Mr. Payne, your opening statement, please.
Payne:
Yes, Your Honor. As I'm sure you're well aware, the defendant is accused of killing her lover. What's worse, her lover was a fellow police officer!
Phoenix:
A policeman? You did WHAT to a policeman!?
Byrde:
It wasn't me! And besides, Dustin and I... We weren't "lovers" like that!
Payne:
In any case... The prosecution will prove that the guilty party is none other than the defendant!
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Payne, please call your first witness.
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee. It's been a while, Mr. Wright. Let's see what you've learned since last time. I won't show you any mercy this time, rookie!
Phoenix:
Okaaay... (And who are you again!?)
Payne:
Please bring Detective Dick Gumshoe to the stand.
Byrde:
Here we go! Don't let me down, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Nowhere to hide... I'm sooo dead...)
Payne:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Gumshoe:
My name is Dick Gumshoe, sir.  I'm the detective in charge of homicides down at the precinct, sir.
Judge:
You don't look very well, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Well, sir, the defendant... She works under me, so, you know...
Phoenix:
You work under that detective?
Byrde:
Yes, sir! And while I was a trainee, he was always watching out for me, sir! He's such a wonderful guy, sir! I'll never forget what he's done for me!
Phoenix:
(OK, calm down, I believe you.)
Payne:
Detective Gumshoe. Please describe for us the details of this murder.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir. It happened at the park near headquarters, "Exposé Park". The victim was one of the local cops, Dustin Prince. He was pushed down from the benches on the upper path, sir. The landing beat his body up bad and snapped his neck.
Payne:
The details are listed in the report that was distributed yesterday...
Judge:
Ah, yes. This autopsy report, correct?
Phoenix:
(Why do I not remember getting a copy...?)
Judge:
I see everything is in order here. Even the estimated time of death is unusually well documented!
Gumshoe:
The victim's watch stopped from the impact of the landing, sir. The results of the autopsy confirmed the time of death.
Payne:
If I may, Your Honor, the prosecution would like to submit this photograph.
Judge:
Very well. The court accepts it into evidence.
Crime Photo 1 added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Now then, I recall at yesterday's preliminary hearing, a very important piece of evidence was brought to our attention.
Payne:
Yes, Your Honor.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir.
Phoenix:
Yes... I guess?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Is your head on right today!? There was a very crucial piece of evidence found under the victim's body!
Phoenix:
Um, was there?
Byrde:
Have you lost your mind!?
Phoenix:
Well, actually... Um, it's just nerves. Give me a second.
Byrde:
Whaaaat!? How can you talk like such an amateur!? I thought you were a pro, sir! ... Alright, sir. I'll help you through this! At a time like this, maybe you ought to take a glance at the Court Record!
Phoenix:
...Court Record?
Byrde:
Yup! Info about evidence and people involved with this case are all listed there, sir! You can look at the Court Record by touching the Court Record Button!
Phoenix:
The Court Record Button...? You really know what you're talking about, huh?
Byrde:
It's too bad I'm a cop, right? Just think! I could totally be a legal aide instead!
Judge:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
Court is in session. Save your chit-chat for later!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry, Your Honor... (Well, I guess I'd better check the Court Record, and see what I can find... What was it again? The Court Record Button...?)
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright. Let's see if your notes are in order. What was the piece of evidence found underneath the victim's body?
A wallet
Phoenix:
Um... I'm pretty sure it was a wallet...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
This is a court of law! You can't just make wild guesses!
Judge:
Agreed.
Byrde:
They're right, Mr. Wright! You have to check the Court Record before you answer! If you don't, your client might end up with a guilty verdict!
Phoenix:
("Your client"? You do realize that's you, right?)
Judge:
I will ask you one more time.
Leads back to:
"What was the piece of evidence found underneath the victim's body?"
Glasses
Leads to:
"That's simple, Your Honor. A broken pair of glasses."
A police badge
Phoenix:
If he's a cop, then I guess maybe a badge or something...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Mr. Wright! Please stick to the facts of this case!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
He is a policeman, correct?
Payne:
I don't think you understand the problem here.
Judge:
I will not have an uninformed lawyer in my court.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. (Guess there's no fooling those two.)
Byrde:
Please, for my sake, look at the Court Record, sir!
Phoenix:
(Uh, it's the Court Record Button, right?)
Judge:
I will ask you one more time.
Leads back to:
"What was the piece of evidence found underneath the victim's body?"
Phoenix:
That's simple, Your Honor. A broken pair of glasses.
Judge:
That's right.
Gumshoe:
The victim grabbed the criminal's glasses as he was being shoved, sir, and held onto them as he fell.
Phoenix:
...
Byrde:
Hey! Why are you giving me the evil eye!?
Phoenix:
Those glasses you're wearing...
Byrde:
Nnnngh...
Byrde:
Yes, this is my spare pair. But these glasses they found at the scene of the crime are not mine! I swear, sir!
Phoenix:
You sure about that?
Byrde:
Look, it was a coincidence that on that same day, I accidentally stepped on mine!
Phoenix:
(A "coincidence" she says... Urk...)
Payne:
Eh hee hee hee hee hee hee! Your Honor. I have further evidence to present.
Judge:
Oh? You have more?
Payne:
And this evidence is very decisive.
Judge:
Very well! Let's hear from our witness about this "evidence".
Witness Testimony
-- Decisive Evidence --
Gumshoe:
There's something even more incriminating than the glasses under the victim's body, sir.
During his date, the victim was pushed from the bench area.
But he managed to write the culprit's name on the ground where he landed.
I don't like saying it, but it was clearly the defendant's name, "Maggie", sir.
With this piece of evidence and the glasses, it's hard to say she's not the culprit.
Payne:
This is a picture of the writing, Your Honor.
Judge:
Why, this is...! Yes, I can see the name is clearly written here.
Payne:
The prosecution would like to submit this picture.
Judge:
Understood. The court accepts it into evidence.
Crime Photo 2 added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
As if the glasses alone didn't make you look suspicious, the victim even wrote your name clear as day on the ground!
Byrde:
But, but, but, I already told you! Those glasses aren't mine!!
Phoenix:
And how do you explain his dying message?
Byrde:
... It's a conspiracy! I'm not guilty, sir!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness.
Phoenix:
Cross-examine?
Byrde:
This is it! I'm counting on you!
Phoenix:
Sure... But what am I supposed to do?
Byrde:
WHAT!? This isn't like you at all! Normally, this is the part where you get in the witnesses' faces!
Phoenix:
Get in their faces and do what?
Byrde:
I guess there's no way around it! OK, I'm going to lend you a hand! The prosecution's witnesses all hide things from the court, which means they lie from time to time.
Phoenix:
Lie? But... isn't that detective your superior?
Byrde:
Well, even if they don't mean to lie, sometimes people just remember things wrong.
Phoenix:
Hmm, like that detective. He does sort of look like a scatterbrain...
Byrde:
It doesn't matter! Either way, it's bad for us, sir! That's why when you question witnesses, you have to find and expose their lies!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination, please.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. (Talk about trial by fire. Here goes nothing. As long as I can "expose the lies", we should be alright.)
Cross Examination
-- Decisive Evidence --
Gumshoe:
There's something even more incriminating than the glasses under the victim's body, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Hmm, about those glasses... Do you have any proof that those belong to my client?
Gumshoe:
The lenses are for near-sightedness, and are almost the same strength as hers. Even the frames look kinda like the ones she's wearing in her ID, pal.
Phoenix:
Hmm... (What should I do now?)
Continue pressing
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Almost" and "kinda" are not good enough in a case like this!
Gumshoe:
Er, um...
Phoenix:
Do you have more definitive proof? Is there something that clearly links the defendant with those glasses!?
Gumshoe:
Er, um, uh... The dirt and sand rubbed out any traces of fingerprints or anything else.
Phoenix:
So what you are saying, detective, is that you have nothing that proves those glasses are my client's.
Gumshoe:
Um, something like that...
Payne:
Wh-Wh-What!?
Judge:
I see... Hmm... So there is no proof...
Byrde:
Wow, that was amazing! I could totally feel it, down in my gut!
Leave it be
Phoenix:
(We're in real trouble if those glasses really are hers... It's probably better to back out while we can.)
Byrde:
Argh... Why don't you believe me...?
Gumshoe:
During his date, the victim was pushed from the bench area.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Now, you're sure he was pushed and that's how he fell?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal. If you look at the wounds on the victim's body, there's no way it was anything else.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Judge:
Please continue with your testimony, detective.
Gumshoe:
Anyway, the victim fell pretty far...
Gumshoe:
But he managed to write the culprit's name on the ground where he landed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The culprit's name?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I was surprised, too. I didn't want to believe it, but...
Phoenix:
Was the name that of my client?
Present Maggey Byrde profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"..."
Gumshoe:
I don't like saying it, but it was clearly the defendant's name, "Maggie", sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely certain!?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal, but that's what it said. This is a picture of it. No matter which way you look, it still says "Maggie".
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He's got a point...)
Byrde:
Hey, hold on!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Byrde:
Don't "huh" me! I know the picture says "Maggie", but...
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it, something does feel kind of off about this picture...)
Byrde:
That's how you know you found a contradiction! Now hurry up and present some evidence!
Phoenix:
(So THAT'S what spotting a contradiction feels like... I'd better check the Court Record again...)
Present Maggey Byrde profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"..."
Gumshoe:
With this piece of evidence and the glasses, it's hard to say she's not the culprit.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And you are certain that it was the victim who wrote the name on the ground?
Gumshoe:
There were scratches on his fingers from the rough sand, and there were grains of sand stuck under his pointer finger nail.
Judge:
Hmm... It certainly seems that the name was written by the victim himself.
Phoenix:
(That didn't go well. If it really was him, then we're in a lot of trouble...)
Present Maggey Byrde profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"..."
Byrde:
Don't give up! Keep that fighting spirit going!
Phoenix:
I'm glad you're all pumped up, but...
Byrde:
I really want to see your "special move", sir!
Phoenix:
My what??
Byrde:
You always look so cool when you present evidence!
Phoenix:
Present... evidence?
Oh, THAT present evidence!
Phoenix: 
Actually, I was just thinking about that!
Byrde:
Yes! The great Phoenix Wright is back! Oh, that's right.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Byrde:
I heard that lately, you can present not only evidence, but people's profiles as well!
Byrde:
It sure makes things a bit more complicated, so be careful, sir!
Phoenix:
(People's profiles, huh? Alright, let's give this another try.)
Enlighten me.
Phoenix:
Um, about this "presenting evidence"...
Byrde:
OK. When you're listening to testimony, you can compare, it with the Court Record. If you do that, you're sure to find contradictions in the witness's statements!
Phoenix:
C-Contradictions?
Byrde:
Well, there are many reasons why a testimony might contradict the evidence. The witness might be lying, or maybe they're just mistaken.
Phoenix:
Uh huh. And?
Byrde:
You still have no idea what I'm talking about?? When you find a contradiction, open the Court Record to the item you need...
Phoenix:
And then I present that evidence, right!?
Byrde:
You got it! You can also present people's profiles as evidence! With so many items, make sure you present the right thing!
Phoenix:
Hmm... Sounds complicated, but I'll give it a try. You're pretty good at this.
Byrde:
Wow, being praised by a pro! I don't know what to say!
Phoenix:
... ... ...
Judge:
Wh-What is it?
Phoenix:
... (What... What's come over me...? Without thinking, I just blurted out, "Objection!"... And I yelled it at the top of my lungs, finger outstretched, ready to take on my opponent! What a rush!)
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Y-You talking to me, pal?
Phoenix:
Please state the defendant's name for me!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
What are you trying to prove with this futile exercise, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
You'll see. This is a very crucial line of questioning! Actually, Mr. Payne, you can answer. The defendant's name, if you please.
Payne:
Wh-Where is this ridiculous question coming from? The defendant's, uh, name is, uh... "Maggie Byrde".
Phoenix:
I think someone needs to check the Court Record.
Payne:
What...? It says right here that it's "Maggey Byrde". Aaaah!!
Phoenix:
It looks like the bird caught the cat napping!
Judge:
What's going on here!?
Gumshoe:
I have no idea either, sir!
Phoenix:
As you can see, the victim did indeed leave a name, "Maggie". However, the defendant's name is actually spelled, "Maggey"! This is a blatant contradiction of facts!
Judge:
Ohh!
Gumshoe:
How about that? I hadn't even noticed!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
But, but, but...! But maybe the victim didn't know how to spell her name correctly...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
May I remind you that it was you who said, "The defendant is accused of killing her lover." If they were truly lovers, it would be impossible for him to have not known her name!
Payne:
Noooo!
Judge:
This is very true. Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Are you absolutely certain that the defendant and the victim, Dustin Prince, were, in fact, lovers?
Payne:
Y-Yes, I am quite certain, Your Honor. They were a well-known couple in the police force.
Judge:
Detective Gumshoe. Please testify for the court the relationship between the victim and the defendant.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir...
Witness Testimony
-- Dustin and Maggey --
Gumshoe:
Officer Prince and Officer Byrde had been going out for half a year.
It sounded like they were even talking about marriage.
The day of the incident just happened to be the victim's birthday, sir.
Maggey... I mean Officer Byrde, had gotten Officer Prince a present.
It was something she had gotten over 2 months ago.
I should know, 'cause she came to me to ask what she should get for him.
Judge:
Oh... Those two sound like they were close...
Payne:
Nevertheless, tragedy struck.
Judge:
Hmm, yes, I see... You may cross-examine the witness, Mr. Wright.
Cross Examination
-- Dustin and Maggey --
Gumshoe:
Officer Prince and Officer Byrde had been going out for about half a year.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How do you know about this?
Gumshoe:
Every year in March, we have a training camp for us cops. Officer Byrde was a rookie at the time, and she and Officer Prince seemed to hit it off.
Phoenix:
(They got close, I take it...)
Gumshoe:
Actually, I was supposed to go, too, but... I couldn't pay the deposit for the trip, so I didn't. If only I had gone on that trip...
Judge:
What is it?
Gumshoe:
Oh, uh, nothing, sir! Really! Anyway...
Gumshoe:
It sounded like they were even talking about marriage.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Marriage? But wasn't the victim 8 years older than her?
Gumshoe:
What!? You saying a guy's gotta marry someone the same age as himself, pal!?
Phoenix:
No, that's not what I meant at all...
Byrde:
Detective Gumshoe and Dustin were only a year apart, you know?
Phoenix:
(Ugh... I think this fella has a ways to go before marriage...)
Gumshoe:
Mind your own business, pal!
Gumshoe:
The day of the incident just happened to be the victim's birthday, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The day of the incident... You mean September 6th?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. The victim, Officer Prince, had just gotten off duty at 5:30 PM that day, and since Maggey's night shift hadn't started yet, they went to the park for a bit...
Judge:
Ah, I remember when I was young and in love. Oh, it was a jolly time.
Phoenix:
(That's great, Your Honor... I'm glad you're such a cheerful old man...)
Gumshoe:
Maggey... I mean, Officer Byrde, had gotten Officer Prince a present.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
... You seem to know a lot about the defendant.
Gumshoe:
Well, that's because, uh, I'm her boss. And I've gotta watch out for my subordinates!
Phoenix:
But even what she was going to give as a present? Isn't that going a bit too far...?
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! Watch what you say! I know everything that happens under me! If someone so much as scratches their...
Phoenix:
I REALLY don't need to know that much...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Mr. Wright! Please refrain from badgering the witness!
Judge:
I agree. Even if this witness has a crush on the defendant, that should not be the point of discussion at this time.
Gumshoe:
Whoa! Wait a second! Why are we talking about this!? It's all YOUR fault, pal! You're guilty, guilty, guilty! I should have you arrested!
Phoenix:
(I think the good Detective is about done here...)
Gumshoe:
It was something she had gotten over 2 months ago.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Over 2 months ago?"
Gumshoe:
Yup. She's a very considerate woman, pal!
Phoenix:
So... What was this birthday present?
Gumshoe:
She got him a glove.
Judge:
A single glove? Why would she only give him one?
Payne:
Um, actually, Your Honor, the glove in question is a baseball glove.
Judge:
Oh, I see. A baseball glove.
Gumshoe:
Officer Prince was a huge baseball fan.
Phoenix:
(A baseball glove. Hmm...)
Press further
Phoenix:
Just now, I believe you said that the present was something she had "gotten over 2 months ago".
Gumshoe:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
Are you saying she went out and bought the glove over 2 months ago?
Gumshoe:
Nah, nothing like that, pal!
Phoenix:
Then, what is it like?
Gumshoe:
She ordered it. It was custom-made!
Phoenix:
Custom-made? The glove was custom-made?
Gumshoe:
Yup, that's what I said!
Judge:
Hmm... So the glove was custom-made.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Your Honor, I really don't see how this glove is related to this case.
Judge:
Yes, it would seem that there is little relevance. What do you think, Mr. Wright? Do you think this glove is really relevant to this case?
Of course it's relevant
Leads to:
"I don't know where this will lead me, but..."
Of course it's not
Phoenix:
Hmm, I suppose it isn't really relevant.
Judge:
Th-Then...  Then why were you wasting this court's time with irrelevant questions!?
Phoenix:
Uh, I was curious and got, uh, carried away, Your Honor...?
Judge:
Witness, please ignore this airheaded lawyer and continue with your testimony.
Payne:
Detective Gumshoe, please tell the court why you knew about the baseball glove.
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave him be
Phoenix:
(Well, it's just a birthday present...)
Payne:
If there are no further questions, Your Honor... 
Judge:
Hmm... Witness, why do you know about this glove?
Leads back to cross-examination
Gumshoe:
I should know, 'cause she came to me to ask what she should get for him.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You discussed what the defendant was going to give to her boyfriend?
Gumshoe:
Well, I'm, er... *ahem* She, uh... trusts me, so...
Phoenix:
(Boy does he look proud of himself right now...)
Phoenix:
...
Byrde:
Wh-What is it this time?
Phoenix:
That testimony didn't sound like it had any contradictions in it to me. There just wasn't anything that really stuck out as odd.
Byrde:
Yeah... I wonder what would happen if you tried to get more information from him?
Phoenix:
Get more information?
Byrde:
Yeah! You know! Like how they "press" people on those old cop shows, sir!
Phoenix:
So I should try "pressing" him, huh?
Phoenix:
(I don't know where this will lead me, but...) Of course it is relevant! That glove is the key to this whole case!
Byrde:
Yes! Bluffing to the max! Now, THIS is the Mr. Wright I know! I'm so happy you're back, sir! I was wondering how long it'd take! This is great!
Phoenix:
(Hmm, pressing people... It feels like I've done this before. As if I used to do this to squeeze information from even the most tight-lipped people.)
Judge:
Very well. If you are that convinced, then let's hear some more about this matter.
Gumshoe:
Actually, I brought the glove with me today.
Phoenix:
And?
Judge:
Why didn't you say so earlier? Hurry and show the glove to this court!
Gumshoe:
Well, I didn't think it had anything to do with this case... Anyway, this is it, sir.
Judge:
It's, uh... rather yellow, isn't it?
Baseball Glove added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
Officer Prince really liked the color yellow.
Phoenix:
And that's why you had to special order it?
Byrde:
Yup, that's right! That, and one other reason...
Judge:
I think this court has heard enough. It is clear that the victim and the defendant were involved with each other.
Payne:
Yes, that's correct, Your Honor.
Judge:
Now, if that is true, it brings up an important question. Was the name "Maggie" really written by the victim?
Payne:
I see your point, Your Honor. Detective Gumshoe, please tell the court a little more about the name on the ground.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir.
Witness Testimony
-- Writing on the Ground --
Gumshoe:
We first looked into the handwriting, sir.
Unfortunately, we couldn't confirm that it was the victim's handwriting.
Next, we checked the victim's pointer finger.
We found out that there was sand trapped under the victim's fingernail.
There were also scratches on the skin that were caused by him writing on the ground.
From this, we could confirm that the victim wrote this name with his right hand.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, a perfectly logical conclusion. Now then, Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- Writing on the Ground --
Gumshoe:
We first looked into the handwriting.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it! 
Phoenix:
But can you really determine handwriting based on a sample written in sand? 
Gumshoe:
Heh, this is why amateurs are amateurs. We're not a buncha simpletons, pal! Scientific investigation in this country's actually pretty good. 
Judge:
Hmm, I believe it's time to get back to the real point. 
Payne:
Agreed, Your Honor. So, what was the result of the investigation?
Gumshoe:
Unfortunately, we couldn't confirm that it was the victim's handwriting.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So in the end, you couldn't confirm it? 
Gumshoe:
Hey, don't you look down on us! I told you! We're not a bunch of simpletons, pal! Everyone knows you can't find out everything you want with scientific investigation! 
Judge:
I've never heard that before. 
Payne:
Me, either. 
Phoenix:
Nor I. 
Byrde:
I never heard anything like that at the police academy, sir... 
Gumshoe:
OK, so I made it up. Anyway...
Gumshoe:
Next, we checked the victim's pointer finger.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
His pointer finger? 
Gumshoe:
You know, the one you're always POINTING and waving around in people's faces. 
Phoenix:
Aha, ha, ha. Don't tell me it bothers you... 
Gumshoe:
Every time you do it, I have a mini-heart attack. It's like you're trying to kill me, pal. 
Payne:
In any case, you examined the victim's index finger, correct? 
Gumshoe:
Yeah. We figured there should be something on his finger if he had been writing in sand. 
Judge:
Hmm... And the results?
Gumshoe:
We found that there was sand trapped under the victim's fingernail.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And what does that prove?
Gumshoe:
Well, it proves that he did write that name with his own finger.
Payne:
Yes, which explains why there was sand stuck under his nail.
Phoenix:
(I guess he's right...)
Gumshoe:
And there's more...
Gumshoe:
There were also scratches on the skin that were caused by him writing on the ground.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Scratches on his skin?"
Gumshoe:
Yup. You can't see them with your naked eye, but they're there. 
Judge:
That is incredible! 
Gumshoe:
Sure is! That's the power of scientific investigation! They're so small that we had to use a magnifying glass... like a really strong one. It's got that really scientific-sounding name... 
Phoenix:
You mean a microscope? 
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's it! We used one of those and that's how we found them! 
Phoenix:
(I can't believe this guy doesn't know what a microscope is...)
Gumshoe:
From this, we could confirm that the victim wrote this name with his right hand.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely sure?
Gumshoe:
I believe in the power of science.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I wonder if my evidence is solid enough to counter with?)
Present Baseball Glove
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe. Take a look at this."
Phoenix:
(Listening to this, you would think there was only one conclusion... that the name was definitely written by the victim...)
Byrde:
But don't you think that would be really strange, sir!? If Dustin really wrote that message with his right hand, do you think I would have gone through that much trouble to get him his present?
Phoenix:
(The present...? What about it...?)
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe. Take a look at this.
Gumshoe:
That's the glove, right?
Phoenix:
Could you tell the court what is special about this glove?
Gumshoe:
What's special? Um, never really thought about it, but uh... It's REALLY yellow... ... And that's about it.
Phoenix:
Yes, it's REALLY yellow, but that is only one of its qualities.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Phoenix:
There's another reason why it's special.
Judge:
And what would that be?
Phoenix:
It's very simple.
Phoenix:
This glove is made for a left-handed person!
Gumshoe:
Left-handed...?
Judge:
Why, you're absolutely right! This glove is made to be worn on the right hand!
Phoenix:
That is why it had to be custom-made. I have never seen a bright yellow left-hander's glove for sale. Have you?
Gumshoe:
Well, um... no.
Phoenix:
So, Detective. Which hand did the victim use to write the name with, again...?
Gumshoe:
That's easy! Look, it's obvious from this picture that it was his... W-W-Wait a sec...
Phoenix:
Don't forget that the victim was left-handed!
Gumshoe:
Aaaaah!!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
This is... This is... I mean... I... Objec--
Judge:
Overruled. Mr. Wright, I would like to know what your line of reasoning proves.
Phoenix:
There is only one conclusion that can be drawn! A left-handed person could not have written a message with his right hand! Therefore! The person who wrote the name "Maggie" could not have been the victim!
Judge:
Order! Order! When you think about it that way, then yes, it is not possible that this name was written by the victim himself.
Gumshoe:
Then that means Maggey is...!
Payne:
No... IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!!
Judge:
Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
The evidence the prosecution has presented has failed to prove the defendant's guilt. In fact, I believe you have proven her to be innocent!
Payne:
NOOOOOOO!
Byrde:
Alright! You did it, Mr. Wright! Whew! I feel like I can breathe again!
Judge:
It seems that we have reached the conclusion. You did a fine job once again, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Me, Your Honor? Ah, well, thank you, sir...
Byrde:
See, you got complimented by the judge again! You're really good! And that's why you can't give up being a lawyer, sir!
Phoenix:
(Are you joking!? I'm more than ready to retire!)
Judge:
I will now announce my verdict. This court finds the defendant, Maggey Byrde...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
No!! Not yet! I mean, please give me a few more minutes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Wh-What is the meaning of this, Mr. Payne!?
Payne:
The prosecution is not finished yet!
Phoenix:
What do you mean!?
Payne:
We would like to call our next witness to the stand!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
And what did this witness... witness?
Payne:
The moment the victim was pushed to his death! What's more, he saw the very face of the culprit!
Phoenix:
What the heck!?
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! I believe a recess is in order. Afterward, we will hear from this new witness.
Phoenix:
(I had a feeling that was a bit too easy... Hmm, I need more information. I'll have to see what I can find out during this recess. I can't let my guard down! It's only going to get tougher from here!)
Judge:
Court is adjourned for recess!
To be continued.
September 8, 11:43 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Byrde:
A-Amnesia!? I can't believe my lawyer's trying to defend me in such a state...
Phoenix:
... I... Uh...
Byrde:
Why didn't you tell me, sir!?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry I didn't mention it to you.
Byrde:
Oh! I know what to do! I heard you can fix something like this with a really strong shock to your system! Come on, lower your head a little! A Maggey Kick should be all you need!
Phoenix:
Ah, no, no, no. I think I'll pass on this one.
Byrde:
Come on!... Ah, I'm sorry. Whenever I see someone in trouble, I have a hard time leaving them alone... I tend to stick my nose where it doesn't belong and try to tackle everyone's problems.
Phoenix:
(Well, my head's one problem you won't be tackling today...) Well, we're here to solve your problem first. We can deal with mine later. For now, do you think you can fill me in on a few things?
Byrde:
Of course! I'd be honored to! Ah, well, I guess we'll start with my name and then I can tell you about me!
Phoenix:
No, no, that's ok. Really. I think I know you and your name pretty well by now. I was wondering if you could help me figure out a few things about myself. So, my name is "Phoenix Wright"? What a weird name.
Byrde:
Hmmmm... This is serious. You really don't remember. I'll tell you what, sir. You can have this back, and maybe it'll help!
Phoenix:
...? This is... a business card?
Byrde:
I got this from you. It's my most prized possession! You can borrow it for now, but please give it back, OK!?
Phoenix:
OK. (There are some numbers written on the back...)
Byrde:
Oh, that's your cell phone number!
Phoenix's Business Card added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
I guess for now, we should stop talking about me, and start talking about this case.
Byrde:
This case...?
Phoenix:
Yup. Can you think of anything that would be helpful for me to know?
Byrde:
Um, what can I tell you...? Ah, um... Hmm... I can't think of anything other than the incident with that cell phone, but...
Phoenix:
...Cell phone?
Byrde:
Yeah! Your eyes lit up when we talked about it at the Detention Center, sir!
Phoenix:
...!
Phoenix:
Hurry up then and tell me! This might be very important!
Byrde:
OK! Roger!
Byrde:
It was on the day of the crime, just before 6 PM... I picked up a lost cell phone while on a walk with Dustin.
Phone:
...............
Byrde:
All of a sudden, the phone began to ring...
Phone:
...*beep*...
Byrde:
"Um, hello?"
???:
"Oh, thank you! I've been searching for my phone."
Byrde:
"Is this yours? Oh, I'm glad you called! We can meet up and I can give this back!"
???:
"I'll be right there, um... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name..."
Byrde:
"You can call me Maggey!"
Byrde:
We agreed to meet up at 6 PM. Dustin and I waited for the person to show up... but they never did.
Phoenix:
Hmmmm... So where is the phone you found now?
Byrde:
I gave it to you yesterday!
Phoenix:
Huh? To me? (Is it that phone in my pocket...?) Y-You mean this?
Byrde:
Do you think it has anything to do with the murder?
Phoenix:
I... don't really know... But if my eyes "lit up"...
???:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! YOU WERE HERE ALL ALONG!! You're so mean!! I called you a million times but you wouldn't pick up! And when I went to check in the courtroom, everyone had already left...
Phoenix:
(Ack! Now who in the heck is this? Let me guess. I'm supposed to know this girl too...)
???:
Hey, good morning, Maggey!
Byrde:
And a good morning to you, too, Maya! 
Maya:
So!? So!? How's it going!?
Byrde:
Is there a word for "worse than abysmal"...?
Maya:
Oh? And what if I said that everything will be fine? That's right! It's Maya to the rescue with the ultra-decisive super-important evidence! Here you are, Nick! The thing you wanted me to bring!
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, ah, thanks... (What the heck is this? A list? It has about 20 people's names and phone numbers written on it.)
Maya:
It was kind of tough, but I managed to find out some dirt! It looks like these guys are up to no good.
Phoenix:
"No good"? As in?
Maya:
There's a group of con artists the police are currently investigating. I think these guys are members of that group.
Names List added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Why would a group of con artists pop up in a case like this?
Maya:
Don't look at me!
Phoenix:
Hmm... And where did you get this list from in the first place?
Maya:
Whaaaaat!? Why are you asking that!? You're the one who asked me to look this up yesterday!
Phoenix:
Oh... is that right?
Maya:
These numbers were in the memory of that phone Maggey found.
Phoenix:
Hmm, so that's where they're from.
Maya:
You're awfully forgetful these days, Nick. I hope I never get to be a forgetful old prune like you!
Byrde:
Um, Maya... Actually, Mr. Wright is...
Bailiff:
Mr. Wright! Recess is now over. Please bring the defendant and return to the courtroom immediately!
Maya:
Oh, oops! Guess you have to get going! We can talk about you being old later, Nick!
Byrde:
W-Wish us luck!
Phoenix:
(I guess I have all the pieces now... More or less. All that's left is to put it all together. I'm not going to lose this. I can't!)
Maya:
Come on, Nick. Better get a move on!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah.
September 8, 11:54 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
The court will now reconvene. Please call your next witness to the stand, Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Yes, Your Honor. But before I do, if I may say a few words...
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Payne? 
Payne:
It's about the next witness. He has a tendency to say things that rub people the wrong way, you see, so I ask that the court might be a little lenient on...
Judge:
There is no need to give a preface. Just hurry up and call your witness, please.
Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. ...The prosecution calls its next witness; a drifter who was taking a walk in the park on the day of the murder!
Payne:
Please state your name for the court, witness. 
???:
Before I do, I'd like to clarify a little something.
Payne:
Huh? Oh, alright, go ahead.
???:
Just now, you introduced my wonderful self to the court, correct? Perhaps as a "drifter who was taking a walk"? 
Payne:
D-Did I?
???:
But I will not stand for that! Now you've tinted the court's eyes and colored me wrongly. Sure, I suppose calling me a university student would not be the absolute truth, but to give in and just settle would be as evil as death and I can't have that! Everything in my life is to be of the utmost, highest, top grade quality, you understand. I am merely looking for that perfect, top notch, unbeatable university, don't you see...? I have a rigorous selection process and I was in serious thought during my "walk" as...
Payne:
Yes, yes, I understand. I'm very sorry. I will be more careful from now on.
Maya:
Wh-What is he? A human chatterbox?
Phoenix:
Ugh... I have to question HIM?
???:
Fashion! Cars! Women! Glasses! And of course, University! First-rates only need apply!
Phoenix:
(Glasses...? But you aren't wearing glasses...)
Judge:
That's enough! Your name, witness.
???:
Oh? Is that how you want to play this? Using your power and influence to keep the young people down. I see how you work now. You old people and your dirty tricks. You thought you had me, but you thought wrong.
Judge:
I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
Phoenix:
(Oh man...)
Wellington:
I forgive you. Alright, I suppose I can tell you my name. I am Richard Wellington, the "Drifting Virtuoso" with a Ph.D. in Drifting, as it were. If you wanted to, you could call me a "University Student in Transit".
Payne:
Ahem, Mr. Wellington. On the day of the murder, you were taking a... er, strolling through the park, correct?
Wellington:
It would appear that you are attached to that word. If you must, then by all means. But I remind you that I am in no way a prepubescent boy, "out on a walk" with mommy. If you must know, I am--
Payne:
Anyway! Please testify to this court what you saw during your walk through the park!
Wellington:
See, you said it again! "Taking a walk"... You know, you--
Judge:
What you witnessed will do, Mr. Wellington!
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw That Day --
Wellington:
I was at the park all afternoon, deep in thought about my life situation.
I don't remember the time all that well, but I do believe it was past 6 PM.
All of a sudden, a police officer falls from above, right in front of my eyes.
Without a thought, I looked up, and there I met the eyes of a charming, young lady.
Of course I remember her sweet face. It was that of the pretty defendant there.
The only other thing I saw was the banana that fell with the police officer.
Judge:
Hmm, that was certainly a decisive testimony.
Maya:
Decisive!? Nick, did you hear what he just said!?
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Maya:
That's all you have to say? How can you be so calm!?
Phoenix:
(It's strange... My mind is very calm and clear.) Maybe it's because I... believe in my client.
Maya:
You mean Maggey?
Phoenix:
Yes. And if she really is innocent, then that can only mean one thing: That guy is lying!
Judge:
You may now question the witness, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I'll find out the truth, no matter how well you craft your lies!)
Cross Examination
-- What I Saw That Day --
Wellington:
I was at the park all afternoon, deep in thought about my life situation.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you were at the park all afternoon? You seem to have a lot of free time. 
Wellington:
Hmph. That was very rude of you. But then again, what can I expect? That's what you get from a man who graduated from a no-name, trashy university. 
Phoenix:
N-No name? Trashy...? 
Wellington:
Now, this might be hard for a mush-headed, feeble-minded baboon like you, but I have to think very carefully about the future of our great country. 
Phoenix:
But I thought you said you were thinking about which college to go to just now... 
Wellington:
Oh, puh-leaze. Which university I go to will directly affect the very future of this country! 
Phoenix:
(That arrogant little snot...)
Wellington:
I don't remember the time all that well, but I do believe it was past 6 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How did you know what time it was? I see you're not wearing a watch, so... 
Wellington:
Is that the best you can do? Do you think you can discredit me like that? You're just a third-rate, biased fool. I guess I can't expect real smarts from you. 
Phoenix:
(Grr... His arrogance is really intolerable... So, what should I do now...?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Answer the question! How did you know what time it was!?
Wellington:
Tsk, tsk. I can't believe I have to deal with a worm like you. You're just a shallow man who can only slam on desks and point at people for fun. Hmph, I guess I don't have a choice. I'll try to explain it so that even a third-rate simpleton like you can understand. There was this little thing they call a "clock" at the park. Did you get that? Do you know what a clock is? It's a thing that tells you the time.
Payne:
As you can see, Mr. Wright, it's even in this picture of the crime scene.
Phoenix:
(Oh... So it is... Urk.)
Wellington:
I looked at that clock, and that's how I knew the time. But if you ask me, this whole concept of breaking time apart into fragments... It's total and utter nonsense that no man should follow. A real first-class person doesn't live by, nor is he chained by, time. And to wear a watch? Hah! What a ridiculous notion! People should live freely without constraints. That's how life should be!
Phoenix:
(And yet again, another flood of meaningless words... Talk about a first-class waste of time...)
Wellington:
In any case...
Leave him be
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess there's no point in pressing him further. After all, there was a clock right there at the crime scene...)
Wellington:
All of a sudden, a police officer falls from above, right in front of my eyes.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And how did you know he was a police officer?
Wellington:
You obviously have no idea how powerful my deductive reasoning skills are. With one glance, I could tell just what kind of occupation he held. That shoddy, do-it-yourself hairstyle practically screamed "I'm a police officer". It was also the way he tied his tie and those cheap, low-quality shoes. Ugh. Oh, and I suppose it was also because he was wearing an officer's uniform.
Phoenix:
(Shouldn't that statement have come first!?)
Maya:
Wow, that's pretty impressive. Hey, Nick! Do you think he's figured out what I do?
Phoenix:
(Even I haven't figured that out yet...)
Wellington:
Without a thought, I looked up, and there I met the eyes of a charming, young lady.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure you got a good look at her face?
Wellington:
Animals have this thing called an "eye", Mr. Wright. They use this "eye" to see things. In the case of humans, we have two of them. Yes, even you!
Phoenix:
I don't care if I have them or not! Did you or did you not get a clear look at her face!?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
That's what the witness was just about to get to. I would like to request that Mr. Wright not use such a loud voice during questioning.
Judge:
Sustained. Mr. Wright, please refrain from raising your voice in this court.
Phoenix:
(Then please don't make me have to raise my voice.)
Wellington:
Are you finished? I'd like to continue, if that's alright with you.
Wellington:
Of course I remember her sweet face. It was that of the pretty defendant there.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you're SURE you are not mistaken?
Wellington:
Please. Don't confuse your pitiful, train-wreck of a life with mine. I'm what you call a famous brand-name product, while you are only a cheap imitation. There is no way someone as magnificent as myself could have made a mistake.
Payne:
Of course, of course.
Phoenix:
(Oh ho ho ho. Of course.)
Judge:
Did you notice anything else of interest, witness?
Wellington:
The only other thing I saw was the banana that fell with the police officer.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The banana...?
Wellington:
Well, it was actually more than just one. More like a bunch of bananas.
Phoenix:
Now what would a bunch of bananas be doing there...?
Wellington:
And why would I know such a thing? I'm only telling you what I saw.
Maya:
That's really strange. Maggey never mentioned anything about a bunch of bananas. That's it, Nick! He's gotta be lying about the bananas!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He could be, but... there's no reason for him to lie about there being bananas at the crime scene.) And what if it's not a lie?
Maya:
Well, maybe he thought he was seeing one thing, and it was something else...?
Phoenix:
(If he mistook something else for a bunch of bananas, then that would be an inaccuracy. Think Phoenix, think!)
Present Baseball Glove
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Wellington."
Phoenix:
(If my client is innocent, there is no way he could've seen what he says he did.)
Maya:
Which means if we can somehow show he's lying...
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's exactly what we need do. (She's right. She's got a sharp mind, but I just wish I could remember who she is...)
Maya:
Is everything OK, Nick...?
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington. I believe I have the bananas you saw... right here!
Wellington:
Ah, so you knew about the bananas, too. Why didn't you say so earlier? But don't think you can use this as a way to pull more information out of me.
Phoenix:
(And that's where you'd be wrong.)
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright. What is the meaning of this?
Payne:
Isn't that the baseball glove?
Wellington:
Huh!? Wh-Wh-What!? A baseball glove??
Phoenix:
Doesn't it look delicious? Care for a bite?
Wellington:
Th-That's... That's not... It's a... Noooooooo!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I think this proves one very important fact! This witness...
loves bananas
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington loves large bananas!
Judge:
...
Payne:
...
Wellington:
... 
............
Maya:
Uh, Nick... I hope you've noticed the icy glares we're getting from everyone in here!
Judge:
Wh-What in the world do you mean?
Wellington:
I'll have you know I like strawberries much better than bananas.
Phoenix:
Whoops...
Judge:
Think it over one more time and try again, Mr. Wright. 
Leads back to:
"This witness..."
had bad eyesight
Leads to:
"By the way, just how bad are your eyes?"
knows nothing about baseball
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington has never played baseball! That would explain why he didn't even know what a glove is!
Judge:
...
Payne:
...
Wellington:
...
............
Maya:
Uh, Nick... I hope you've noticed the icy glares we're getting from everyone in here!
Judge:
Wh-What in the world do you mean?
Wellington:
When I was in junior high, I was a star pitcher... Well, 4th in line, actually, but...
Phoenix:
Whoops...
Judge:
Think it over one more time and try again, Mr. Wright. 
Leads back to:
"This witness..."
Phoenix:
By the way, just how bad are your eyes?
Wellington:
Huh? How... What... You... Why are you asking me about this all of a sudden!?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Your Honor, it is very simple to mistake a glove for a bunch of bananas...
Judge:
No, I don't think so. Objection overruled.
Wellington:
Y-Y-You... You're one of those people. Yes, you know what I mean. You're like those people who refused to accept Galileo for his Copernican Theory! You're too used to your world view to realize that there are other, new possibilities! Sure, in the end, we find out that it is in fact, a glove, not bananas. However... when viewed from afar, I do think there is room enough for doubt, don't you...?
Phoenix:
And that is why I asked you how bad your eyesight is!
Wellington:
They're both 20/200. I suppose you're going to tell me that's terrible, right!?
Judge:
Why are you not wearing your glasses today then?
Wellington:
... Ummm... That's because I lost them recently, you see... Of course, I was planning on getting a new pair made right away! But you know, my glasses are no ordinary glasses, so to replace them--
Phoenix:
How about when you witnessed the crime? Were you wearing your glasses then?
Wellington:
...!
Phoenix:
How about it, witness!?
Wellington:
Y-You are an unrelenting, evil man. You're like those people who rejected Joan of Arc and put her to death! She was brave and courageous, only to be caught by horrible, unrighteous people. And while she didn't do anything wrong, she was still gruesomely burned at the--
Phoenix:
Which boils down to you were not wearing your glasses at that time! Therefore! The identity of the "woman" at the scene of the crime and that of the defendant can not be proven to be the same by this witness!
Wellington:
...!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
But the height difference was only 9 feet! It was very possible for him to see the face of the culprit standing on the upper path!
Judge:
Hmm... Witness. Please be more accurate in your testimony. Remember, a person's life is at stake.
Wellington:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
Now then, please continue with your testimony.
Payne:
Please tell the court what happened next, in the moments after you witnessed the crime.
Witness Testimony
-- What Happened Next --
Wellington:
The girl on the upper path ran away as soon as she realized I was there.
After that, I immediately called the police station to report the crime.
It must've been 6:45 PM when I made the call.
They must have a lot of free time on their hands since they showed up within 10 minutes.
Judge:
Hmm... So the person who was on the upper path saw you and then ran away.
Wellington:
Yes, that is correct. Which is why, even someone without a superior brain like mine can understand that... that girl is the murderer!
Judge:
You may question the witness now, Mr. Wright.
Cross Examination
-- What Happened Next --
Wellington:
The girl on the upper path ran away as soon as she realized I was there.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She ran away, just like that?
Wellington:
Yes, she did. She saw me and flew the nest like the guilty bird she is. Oh, I'm sorry. Was that pun too hard for someone who only got a third-rate education?
Phoenix:
(Actually, that did take me a few seconds to get...) Anyway, if she ran away the instant she saw you, how could you tell it was my client?
Wellington:
Eek!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
The witness has already answered that question. He has stated that the defendant is the culprit!
Judge:
This is true. Mr. Wright, I'm striking your question from the record.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, how can I get more information out of him?)
Wellington:
After that, I immediately called the police station to report the crime.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Immediately? As in?
Wellington:
As in immediately! I mean, sure, a minute might have elapsed before I did, but... That's the duty of every good citizen, or did they not teach that at your pitiful school?
Phoenix:
(You think people learn about how to call the police in COLLEGE!?)
Maya:
Hey, Nick. I think you should take a look at the Court Record for a sec.
Phoenix:
(...?)
Present Dustin's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Wellington, would you please take a look at this?"
Wellington:
It must've been 6:45 PM when I made the call.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How do you know what time it was...?
Wellington:
That detective told me. You know which one I mean. The one with the jacket that makes him look like a dropout from a no-name high school.
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! I graduated from a pretty good, I mean, top-ranked college!
Phoenix:
(I don't believe this.)
Wellington:
It doesn't matter. I don't believe I was mistaken on what time I called. And if I am wrong, then that detective obviously doesn't know how to tell time.
Gumshoe:
What!? Why you!!! You're just some lousy kid who...
Payne:
I think the court can see your point. Anyway, how did the police respond?
Present Dustin's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Wellington, would you please take a look at this?"
Wellington:
They must have a lot of free time on their hands since they showed up within 10 minutes.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you're saying that there were police on the scene by 7:00 PM?
Wellington:
They got there before that, I think. There usually aren't many people in that area at that time of day. But suddenly, before I knew it, there were people crawling all over gawking. It certainly says something about the morals of the people in this country.
Phoenix:
(I can't find anything out of the ordinary in his testimony...)
Maya:
Why don't you take one more look at the Court Record?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess I should.
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington, would you please take a look at this?
Judge:
You mean the victim's autopsy report?
Phoenix:
According to this, the murder occurred at 6:28 PM.
Wellington:
So what of it?
Phoenix:
You said that you called the police immediately after the murder took place. However, by the time you had called the police, it was already 6:45 PM. There is clearly a 15 minute gap here! Do you deny it!?
Wellington:
Aaaack!
Phoenix:
I think this court would like to hear what you were doing during this 15 minute gap!
Wellington:
Grrrrrr!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
The witness was in shock at the time after witnessing a terrible murder! It's only to be expected that he would be a little dazed...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Fifteen minutes is hardly what I would call "a little dazed"!
Payne:
Aaaaah! 
Judge: 
Mr. Wellington.
Wellington:
Y-Yes?
Judge:
Explain yourself. What were you doing during those 15 minutes?
Wellington:
...
Phoenix:
Answer the question!
Wellington:
... I... Uhh... Telephone... Err... I mean...
Phoenix:
Spit it out! 
Wellington: 
I... I was searching for a phone booth!
Phoenix:
A phone booth?
Judge:
You mean, you don't have a cell phone?
Wellington:
...! You and your questions! As if you're trying to open all the layers of a Matryoshka doll. You must think you're really something special!
Phoenix:
Witness!
Wellington:
I-I lost my cell phone! There! Are you happy!?
Phoenix:
You lost it...?
Judge:
Unbelievable! You lose your glasses, and your cell phone! You must be very scatterbrained when it comes to your belongings.
Wellington:
What!? Are you saying that first-rate people are never allowed to lose things!? Haven't you ever heard that all geniuses have a strange quirk or two? So by that rationale, since I have my own quirk, it would mean that I am a genius I don't think simple, plain people like you can underst--
Judge:
Enough!
Phoenix:
(Oh man, oh man... Wait! Hold on a second. He lost... his cell phone?)
Maya:
Nick! That cell phone! Could it be...?
Phoenix:
You mean this phone Maggey found? There's no way...!
Phoenix:
(Boy, I didn't see this coming. What should I do now...?)
Question further
Leads to:
"Mr. Wellington!"
Back off
Phoenix:
(It's probably just a coincidence. I mean, what are the chances that this phone is that snob's anyway?)
Maya:
Nick!? What do you think you're doing!? You really should check out this lead!
Judge:
Is there a problem, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
N-No, Your Honor. (I should give this some more thought...)
Leads back to:
"(Boy, I didn't see this coming. What should I do now...?)"
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington! Where is your cell phone right now?
Wellington:
Heh, what are you getting all excited about? You seem to be a little confused. I found my phone, I'll have you know. See. Here is it.
Phoenix:
Oh... I see... 
Maya:
Hmm, looks like he's got his phone. And I thought that just maybe this was his.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Judge:
Well then, I think we've cleared this issue up. At the time of the murder, the witness did not have his cell phone because he had lost it. Therefore, the delay in his call was caused by his search for a phone booth.
Wellington:
Well, that's the gist of it. I guess you could put it that way and leave it at that.
Judge:
Do you have any further questions, Mr. Wright? 
No further questions
Phoenix:
Hmm... No, I think I'm done here, Your Honor.
Maya:
Wait, wait, wait! What is with you today, Nick!? Take a good look at the Court Record!!
Phoenix:
Huh? What are you talking...? ... Ah... Aaaaaaaah!
Judge:
What is it, Mr. Wright? By your screaming, I assume you have a question after all?
Leads to:
"Your Honor! The witness' testimony does not make sense!"
There is something
Leads to:
"Your Honor! The witness' testimony does not make sense!"
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The witness' testimony does not make sense! I don't believe that there was ever a need for the witness to search for a phone!
Wellington:
H-How dare you!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
You can't just make outrageous claims like that! You do have some sort of proof, don't you?
Phoenix:
Well, yeah... O-Of course! (This evidence should be good enough, I think...)
Judge:
Alright. Let's have this proof, then. Please present proof that the witness had no need to search for a public phone booth!
Present Crime Photo 1
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's quite simple, actually. Please take a look at this."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It's very simple! This is the evidence that backs up my claim!
Judge:
And yet again you have presented this court with an obscure, meaningless item.
Phoenix:
Huh? This evidence? It's meaningless?
Maya:
I don't get it at all! Why do you think he wouldn't need to look for a phone in the first place!?
Phoenix:
Well, that's... because... I was looking at the evidence and it just hit me. I thought, "Hey, he really didn't have to look for a phone."
Maya:
Then why don't you hurry up and present that piece of evidence!?
Phoenix:
(Hmm, now what was that piece of evidence again...?)
Leads back to:
"Alright. Let's have this proof, then."
Phoenix:
It's quite simple, actually. Please take a look at this.
Judge:
At the crime scene photo?
Payne:
Is there a problem with it?
Phoenix:
Oh, there's nothing wrong with the picture. But if you don't understand my logic after looking at it, something is wrong with you!
Wellington:
Noooo!
Judge:
It's... It's... A phone booth!
Phoenix:
That is correct! All the defendant had to do was walk three steps! Mr. Wellington! Why did you not use the phone that was right in front of you!?
Wellington:
Ooooooougn!
Judge:
Order! Order!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Wh-What does reporting the crime a little late prove for you!?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness can't explain what he was doing for those 15 minutes! That is reason enough to throw suspicion on his testimony! 
Judge:
Yes, this is very true. What do you have to say for yourself, witness!? 
Wellington:
... 
Maya:
Then I bet this phone really is his, Nick! He must've killed Dustin to get his phone back! 
Phoenix:
But Maggey said that she was going to return it to him. So there was no reason for him to kill for it. And on top of that, we still have the phone she found anyway. 
Maya:
Hmm... But if he wasn't looking for his cell phone, was he looking for something else...? 
Phoenix:
(Was he...?)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. 
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor? 
Judge:
Do you have any thoughts you would like to share with the court? Can you offer an explanation as to what the witness was doing during those 15 minutes? 
Yes, I have an idea.
Phoenix:
There is only one possible explanation.
Leads to:
"Alright. Let's hear your explanation."
No, I have no idea.
Phoenix:
I'm afraid it's too early to say anything for sure at this time.
Judge:
I see... Mr. Payne? Will we be hearing further testimony from the prosecution?
Payne:
No, Your Honor. That is all.
Phoenix:
Oh crud...
Judge:
This witness has said that he saw the defendant commit the crime at the crime scene. While it is true that the witness was not wearing his glasses at the time, the court feels that since he was near the culprit, positive identification is possible.
Phoenix:
Which means...?
Judge:
The guilt of the defendant, Maggey Byrde, has been sufficiently substantiated.
Phoenix:
WHAAAAAAAT!?
Maya:
Nick! You have to do something before it's too late!!
Judge:
I hereby close the cross-exa
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
W-Wait! As to the actions of Mr. Wellington during the 15 minute gap, the defense would like to propose an explanation!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
I thought the defense had just finished proving that this couldn't be explained!
Phoenix:
No, there is one possibility! 
Leads to:
"Alright. Let's hear your explanation."
Judge:
Alright. Let's hear your explanation. However, be forewarned that if your explanation is not persuasive, you will be penalized. Think carefully before you present, Mr. Wright. 
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor! (Urk. I probably shouldn't have said there was only one possibility...)
Judge:
Please present to the court the one piece of evidence that will answer the following: "Why didn't the witness call the police right away?"
Present Glasses
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Wellington!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Perhaps this is the evidence you need to be convinced!
Judge:
... Perhaps?
Phoenix:
Aha ha ha. That was just an idea I thought I'd throw out.
Judge:
I suggest that "perhaps" you should find a better piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
Yes, of course, Your Honor! Well then...
Judge:
But before you do, you will be penalized.
Phoenix:
(Ouch.)
Leads back to:
"Please present to the court the one piece of evidence that will answer the following:"
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington! 
Wellington:
Wh-What!? Don't do that! You almost made me have a heart attack! 
Phoenix:
These are your glasses, aren't they? 
Wellington:
Ah! Where... Where did you find--!? Ghaaaa! 
Phoenix:
I believe the court all heard what you just confessed to: That these glasses are in fact yours! I'll tell you where they were found, Mr. Wellington. These glasses were found under the victim's body. 
Wellington:
U-Under the v-victim's body!? 
Judge:
Order! Order! 
Wellington:
N-Now, w-wait a second! Hold on! I-I didn't confess or confirm a-any-anything! 
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I think the answer is quite clear here! As he fell, Dustin Prince grabbed the culprit's glasses. The culprit knew that he had to find his glasses, and searched frantically for them. What he didn't realize was that they were under the victim's body! And that is why it took him 15 minutes to make that call! 
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! Are you...? Are you indicting the witness as the real murderer!? 
Phoenix:
Of course! That is precisely what I am doing! 
Wellington:
Oooo...OOOOWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! 
Phoenix:
(I know I'm right!He is the real murderer!)
Maya:
Did you figure it out, Nick!? 
Phoenix: 
More or less. Turns out this cell phone was the key to this case after all. Anyway, now is our chance to deep-six this guy. I'll sink him in one shot! 
Maya: 
Yeah! This is so exciting, watching you work again! 
Phoenix: 
(Somehow, my old self is coming back to me. It's time to sink or swim; everything rests on the edge of a knife! This is the moment I've been waiting for...)
Judge: 
Order! Order!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne: 
Your Honor! The defense... The defense is making a mockery of this court! Without any solid ground to stand on, he accuses the witness of being the murderer! 
Wellington: 
Y-Y-Yeah! That-That's right! I... I'm no criminal! Th-This third-rate, fraud of a lawyer... 
Phoenix: 
In that case, why don't we look at it from a different perspective. Let's hear your explanation as to why you are NOT the murderer! 
Wellington: 
Why, that's... That's easy... Um... Uh... For example... There's um... The name the victim wrote! What about that...? 
Phoenix: 
Oh, you mean the name "Maggie"? 
Wellington: 
Y-Yeah! Even an idiot like you can read that, right? 
Phoenix: 
But we already know this was not written by the victim himself. After all, the defendant's name is "Maggey" and the victim was left-handed. 
Judge:
So basically, you are saying that in order to make the defendant look guilty, the real criminal used the victim's right hand to write her name on the ground? 
Wellington: 
B-But... But, but!! Wouldn't that mean that the real criminal was someone the defendant knew? Otherwise, how else would that person know her name was "Maggie", er "Maggey"!? 
Judge: 
That is a good point. The witness didn't even know of Ms. Byrde before this trial. 
Phoenix:
(Ah, I forgot! Hmm, was there any way this creep could've known Maggey's name beforehand?)
There was no way
Phoenix:
(No matter how I look at it, it's no good! There is no way he could have known Maggey or her name!)
Maya:
Nick! You can't let this slimebag get away! Think harder!
Phoenix:
Y-You're right... (OK, let's go over this from the beginning one more time.)
Leads to:
"(It would be best if I could prove that the witness had a chance to learn...)"
There was a way
Leads to:
"(It would be best if I could prove that the witness had a chance to learn...)"
Phoenix:
(It would be best if I could prove that the witness had a chance to learn... that the defendant's name was "Maggey".)
Judge: 
Now, will the defense please present its case? How could the witness have known the defendant's name? 
Present Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Wellingtion."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is how!
Judge:
... Am I supposed to take this as evidence that the defense doesn't know what's going on?
Phoenix:
Huh?... Oh... Ah ha ha ha.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Aren't you a little old to be laughing like a 5-year old? Take some responsibility!
Phoenix:
(As if I need a lecture about responsibility from you, of all people...)
Judge:
The defense will receive a penalty. Please think carefully before presenting your case again.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor...
Leads back to:
"Now, will the defense please present its case?"
Phoenix: 
Mr. Wellington.
Phoenix: 
You didn't have your cell phone with you on the day of the murder, correct?
Wellington: 
So what if I didn't?
Phoenix: 
When you realized you had lost it, what did you do?
Wellington: 
What did I do?
Phoenix: 
Didn't you try to find it by calling it?
Wellington: 
Why you...! How did you...!?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne: 
Your Honor! These questions have nothing to do with...
Judge: 
Overruled. Mr. Wright, where are you going with this line of questioning? Do you think there is some relation between this witness' cell phone and the murder?
Phoenix: 
I do, Your Honor. On the day of the murder, Maggey Byrde picked up a lost phone in the park. And! She also received a phone call from the owner of the phone!
Phone:
............... ...*beep*...
Byrde:
"Um, hello?"
???:
"Oh, thank you! I've been searching for my phone."
Byrde:
"Is this yours? Oh, I'm glad you called! We can meet up and I can give this back!"
???:
"I'll be right there, um... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name..."
Byrde:
"You can call me Maggey!"
Phoenix: 
That was when you learned that her name was "Maggey"!
Wellington: 
Uh, um, nnngh...
Phoenix: 
But you made one fatal mistake.
Judge: 
Fatal mistake?
Phoenix: 
My client's name is "Maggey" but the name that was written on the ground was "Maggie". This is a mistake that could only occur if all you knew was how her name sounded!
Wellington: 
EEEEEEEEEK!
Judge: 
Order! Order!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne: 
B-But, Your Honor! The witness has no motive!
Judge: 
And your point is?
Payne:
It's very simple, Your Honor. A person usually would not kill someone without a reason. Mr. Wellington had no reason to kill anyone!
Wellington: 
That is absolutely correct! I don't have a motive!
Judge: 
Hmm... Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: 
Your Honor? 
Judge: 
Can you explain what motive this witness could have had?
Phoenix: 
... It's very simple, Your Honor.
Wellington: 
...!
Maya: 
Are you sure, Nick!?
Phoenix: 
If I said I can't offer an explanation, then the trial's over, right?
Maya: 
Yeah, but...
Judge: 
Now then, please present to this court proof that the witness had a motive!
Present Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington's motive is right here!
Judge:
The cell phone?
Phoenix:
In the memory of the phone the defendant found was a list of certain phone numbers! 
Leads to:
"You... You looked up all those numbers?"
Present Names List
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington's motive is right here!
Judge:
What is this? ...A list?
Phoenix:
These phone numbers were pulled from the memory of the phone the defendant found. And we have determined that the people on this list are members of a "certain group".
Leads to:
"You... You looked up all those numbers?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The murderer killed the victim because of this!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
The defense is obviously haphazardly throwing out evidence in desperation!
Judge:
It certainly seems that way. Don't let all your hard work up to this point go to waste on a random guess.
Phoenix:
... What was I thinking...? 
Leads back to:
"Now then, please present to this court proof that the witness had a motive!"
Wellington: 
You... You looked up all those numbers...?
Phoenix: 
Of course. This list of phone numbers was stored in the cell phone's memory. The names and numbers belong to people who are members of a certain con artists' group.
Payne: 
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What!? C-C-Con artists!?
Phoenix: 
Can you explain why these numbers were on your phone, Mr. Wellington!?
Wellington: 
Th-This... This is an outrage! An invasion of privacy! Looking up the phone numbers on a person's phone is a worse crime than murder! Y-You're one of those people! You're just like the cops who raided that brilliant artist, Maurice Utrillo's atelier! They disrupted a genius at work and interrupted his dialogue with the Goddess of--
Phoenix: 
I don't care, Mr. Wellington! All I want is for you to tell us what this list is about!
Wellington: 
Do you think you -- any of you, can know what it's like to be a refined man like me!?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne: 
Your Honor! This-This is... This is unjust badgering of the witness!
Judge: 
Objection overruled. Mr. Wright! What is the meaning of this!? Why would the witness have the numbers of a group of con artists on his phone!?
Phoenix: 
Isn't that obvious!? The witness is...
looking into the group
Phoenix:
He's investigating that group! 
Judge:
Excuse me?
Maya:
What in the world are you saying, Nick!? If he was just looking into the group, then he has no reason to kill anyone!
Judge:
I can not accept the defense's answer.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I should have seen that coming...)
Judge:
I'll ask you again:
Leads back to:
"Why would the witness have the numbers of a group of con artists on his phone!?"
a victim of that group.
Phoenix:
He was victimized by this group of con artists!
Judge:
I-Is that right!?
Phoenix:
And to take his revenge, he's looking for the names and numbers of the con artists...
Maya:
Hold on, Nick! What are you talking about!? If that's true, then he doesn't have a motive to kill Dustin Prince!
Phoenix:
... (I guess so...)
Judge:
What is it? You became quiet all of a sudden.
Phoenix:
Um, I'm sorry, Your Honor. I'd like to try one more time.
Judge:
*sigh* Alright. One more time, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"Why would the witness have the numbers of a group of con artists on his phone!?"
a member of that group.
Leads to:
"Mr. Wellington is a member of this very group!"
Phoenix: 
Mr. Wellington is a member of this very group!
Wellington: 
Nooooo!
Phoenix: 
All of your "friends'" phone numbers are stored right here on this phone. If anyone were to look into these phone numbers, it would be all over for you. That is why you had to kill.
Wellington: 
Noooo! This is tooooo much!!
Judge: 
Hmm, that does make quite a bit of sense. Well, Mr. Wellington? Would you care to explain?
Wellington: 
... I... Um, I...
Phoenix: 
(I got you now!)
Wellington: 
I... I... That... I... That police officer...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Your Honor!
Judge: 
What is it, Mr. Payne?
Payne: 
Your Honor! This-This is... This... This is unjust badgering of the witness!
Judge: 
You said the exact same thing only a few seconds ago.
Payne: 
P-P-P-P-Please! Please, let's think about the content of that phone call!
Phone:
...*beep*...
Byrde:
"Um, hello?"
???:
"Oh, thank you! I've been searching for my phone."
Byrde:
"Is this yours? Oh, I'm glad you called! We can meet up and I can give this back!"
Payne: 
The defendant had already promised that she would return the phone. After that, all Mr. Wellington had to do was meet Ms. Byrde to get his phone back. Why, then, would he need to kill anyone!?
Judge: 
Hmm... That is a valid point. What does the defense think about this point?
Phoenix: 
(Hmm... If you think about it logically, then it makes sense...)
Maya: 
Then maybe we should be thinking outside the box!
Phoenix: 
(Yeah! If we think like that... Let's see... Maybe that slimeball saw something at the crime scene that made him commit murder.)
Judge: 
Your thoughts, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: 
Hmm, well... I don't think Mr. Wellington went to pick up his phone in a very friendly manner.
Payne: 
But he was promised his phone, so why would he have been unfriendly to the defendant?
Phoenix: 
I think he must have seen something that didn't agree with him when he got there.
Judge: 
Well, then Mr. Wright... What was this "something" that didn't agree with the witness?
Present Dustin Prince profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What Mr. Wellington saw was... the victim."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The witness saw this!
Judge:
Mr. Wellington. I-Is he correct?
Wellington:
...?
Judge:
By the expression on his face, I would say that wasn't it.
Phoenix:
(It looks like I was wrong...)
Judge:
Wright, Wright, Wright. Try to think before you present again.
Phoenix:
(So, he went to get his cell phone back, but when he got there, he lost control of himself. It was probably because he saw something that was really bad for him there... And that "really bad thing" was...!)
Leads back to:
"Well, then Mr. Wright..."
Phoenix:
What Mr. Wellington saw was... the victim.
Payne:
T-The... The victim!? You mean Dustin Prince!?
Phoenix:
Dustin Prince had gone on his date right after his shift was over. With no time to change, he went to the park still wearing his police uniform!
Judge:
Oh! 
"The girl that picked up my phone is with a policeman!"
Phoenix:
He couldn't have known they were going out so he began to worry. He was afraid the policeman would ask a few questions before returning the phone. 
"If I do anything suspicious, he might run a check on my phone..."
Phoenix:
In his mind, it was possible they had already run a check on the phone!
Judge:
And he went into a panic, is what you're saying?
Phoenix:
Exactly. Officer Prince was murdered simply because he was in uniform!
Judge:
Mr. Payne. Do you have any comments?
Payne:
I, um... I'm thinking...
Judge:
Hmm, it seems the truth has come out at last. The witness... Mr. Wellington, you are--
Wellington:
Ha... Ah ha ha... AhahahahahahaaahahaahahaahahahahahaHahahaAhahahahahaHahahaHahhaahaAAAHAHAhhahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWAHAHAHAHAHAWAHAHAHAHAWAHAAHAHAHWAHAHAHAHAAAAAA Ha ha ha ha... Impressive... Not bad for a person with a third-rate education...
Phoenix:
What's that supposed to mean!?
Wellington:
The evidence... Evidence!
Maya:
Uuugh! That guy is really creeping me out--
Wellington:
All you've been waving around and talking about is that "suspicious" cell phone. Suspicious phone number this, suspicious con group that! They're all on that phone! But who's to say that phone is really mine!? Where's your proof!? Your evidence!?
Phoenix:
You want proof that this phone is yours?
Wellington:
Ahahahaha! Ahehehehehe! I already told you earlier! That phone I lost -- I've already found it! You don't have even the slightest idea who the phone in your hand belongs to! You can be sure it isn't mine, you simpleton!
Phoenix:
WHAT!?
Wellington:
Hehehehe... Heh... Hehehehe... It feels good to see you squirm.
Judge:
Hmm... We do seem to have a problem on our hands with this phone. Whose phone is it? Without knowing that, it's meaningless as evidence.
Phoenix:
Your Honor! (This is bad... I can't let him turn the tables on me like this!! Hmm... This cell phone... There has to be something I've overlooked. There's got to be! Hmm... Maybe...)
The phone's stored numbers?
Phoenix:
This phone has the names and numbers of those in the con group in its memory. I can show them to you, Your Honor!
Wellington:
I don't believe this. What are you talking about!?
Phoenix:
Uh... 
Wellington:
What we are trying to determine is who that phone belongs to! Who cares about what phone numbers are stored on it!? Besides, who knows. Maybe you went and added some of those numbers in yourself!
Judge:
The witness is quite right. I'm afraid I have to reject the defense's proposal.
Phoenix:
(Grr... That jerk is back to his arrogant, annoying self again...)
Leads back to:
"(Hmm... This cell phone...)"
Fingerprints on the phone?
Leads to:
"I got it! We should check for fingerprints!"
Phoenix:
I got it! We should check for fingerprints!
Judge:
Finger...prints...?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. Mr. Wellington must have left some prints on this phone! 
Maya:
Nick! Don't you remember!? When you got that from Maggey, you wiped it off!
Phoenix:
I what!?
Maya:
You said there was sand all over it, so... 
Phoenix:
W-Wiped it? I wiped it...?
Maya:
Pretty thoroughly, too...
Wellington:
WahahaHahaHAHahaha! It's oh-so-much fun watching third-rate trash babble like morons amongst themselves!
Phoenix:
(Aaargh! He's made a complete recovery...)
Wellington:
How many times do I have to say this: my phone is right here! You see? Oh, and incidentally, you can't check the numbers stored on this phone. It must have glitched because all the numbers just magically disappeared!
Phoenix:
(You've got to be joking! He erased all the numbers I was going to use as evidence!) ... Mr. Wellington...
Wellington:
What's this? From the way you talk to me, it sounds like you still have some fight left in you.
Phoenix:
Where did you finally find your cell phone!?
Wellington:
... ...Heh heh heh... Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, you are too much! And of course you have no idea what I'm talking about!
Phoenix:
...? ... I... I... Oh my g-- NOW I REMEMBER!!
Phone:
............ ...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Huh, looks like they hung up.
???:
Ah, good. I finally found it.
Phoenix:
(So that's when...)
Wellington:
What's wrong, Mr. Attorney? Why the harsh glare in your eyes...?
Maya:
Nick! We've worked so hard to get this far, but if you don't do something quick, he's going to get off scot-free!
Phoenix:
I know. (I know this phone has to be his... But how am I supposed to prove something like that!?)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. If you cannot prove who the owner of that cell phone is, your indictment has no basis, and therefore, no power. It looks like you came up a penny short.
Phoenix:
(Where...? Where did I go wrong...?)
Wellington:
Don't blame yourself, you're merely a third-rate lawyer. You only made one big mistake. Who are you? What are you? That's something you haven't figured out for yourself yet.
Phoenix:
(Who... I am?)
Judge:
The court hereby concludes the cross-examination!
Wellington:
Heh heh heh... If that will be all, I'll have to bid you gentlemen and ladies goodbye. I have a reservation at that ultra-fancy restaurant on the upper side of town.
Payne:
Thank you for your assistance. You've had a stressful day, so please, bon appetite!
Phoenix:
(What am I supposed to do!? Am I supposed to just let it go at that?)
Wait and see
Phoenix:
(It's no use. I can't do any more. There's nothing left. Nothing left but to go back to my hometown... But where in the world is that, anyway?)
Maya:
What are you mumbling about!? You're... Well, you're YOU, Nick! And because you're you, you can't give up now!
Phoenix:
("If I were me"...?) Alright. If I were me, then what would I do?
Maya:
That's easy! For starters, you'd raise your voice and object!
Phoenix:
(So for now, I should at least say something!)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Please wait, Your Honor!"
Raise an objection
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Please wait, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
Please wait, Your Honor!
Maya:
Alright, Nick!
Phoenix:
I think I may be able to prove it!
Judge:
"Prove it...?" Prove what, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Everything!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Y-Your Honor! The cross-examination has already ended! If he questions the witness with any more of his badgering...
Judge:
You will not harass the witness. Is that clear, Mr. Wright?
Wellington:
Did you hear that? No harassment allowed, Mr. Attorney.
Phoenix:
Please, Your Honor!
Judge:
... Very well. But this is your last chance, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
You may present one piece of evidence to the court.
Phoenix:
(I only get one shot at this!)
Judge:
If you cannot "prove" everything... It's over. For your client, and for you. Do you fully understand?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Hon-
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
I'm sure you are well aware, Your Honor, but the cross-examination period has ended!
Judge:
Were you paying attention, Mr. Payne? I said that Mr. Wright could present only one more piece of evidence.
Payne:
Oh...
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. This is your last chance.
Phoenix:
(It all comes down to this! It's Go time!)
Judge:
Please present the one piece of evidence that will explain everything!
Present Phoenix's Business Card
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Why, thank you. How nice."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
... Is this your final answer? It's a bit disappointing.
Phoenix:
Nonono! That was just a friendly gesture!
Wellington:
Ha ha ha. You sure know how to send a friendly gesture to me, at least.
Judge:
This is your absolute last chance, Mr. Wright. So no more of these "friendly gestures"!
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor... Sorry...
Leads back to:
"Please present the one piece of evidence that will explain everything!"
Judge:
Why, thank you. How nice. Here, please have one of mine.
Judge's Business Card added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Wait, what am I doing!? This isn't the time to be exchanging business cards!
Phoenix:
Your Honor. There is something very important about that card. And that is...
The name on the card
Phoenix:
The name on that card tells people who I am! It even told ME that I'm "Phoenix Wright"!
Payne:
...
Wellington:
...
Maya:
...
Judge:
...Did you not know that?
Phoenix:
Nope!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Wh-Wh-What's the meaning of this nonsense!?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Get a hold of yourself and start behaving like a proper lawyer!
Maya:
Ouch... Talk about a tongue-lashing, Nick...
Phoenix:
(Urk. I should probably try this from a different angle...)
Leads to:
"This card is important because of what is on the back!"
The back of the card
Leads to:
"This card is important because of what is on the back!"
Phoenix:
This card is important because of what is on the back!
Maya:
Hmm? You wrote your cell phone number on the back, but...
Phoenix:
But that's exactly it. Can you please call this number from your cell phone?
Maya:
Huh? Right now!? But court is still in session!
Phoenix:
It's OK. You'll see.
Maya:
OK, if you say so.
Judge:
Is the defense preparing something, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
We are going to call my cell phone now. And then the court will see everything for what it is!
Wellington:
O-Of all the idiotic, stupid things to...
Phone:
................
Wellington:
Aaagh! Wh-What!? Why is my phone...? And what is with this stupid-sounding ringtone!?
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Mr. Wellington.
Wellington:
...!
Phoenix:
Hmm... How strange... I could almost swear that you're holding MY phone!
Wellington:
Y-Your... AAAAAAAAAAAH! No, no, no, no, no! It can't...!!
Phoenix:
By the way, before I forget, thank you very much for the lump on my head this morning.
Wellington:
Nnnnngh...
Phoenix:
I don't think I need to explain any further, except to say: When you went to retrieve your cell phone, you mistakenly took the wrong one!
Wellington:
...Mmgh... AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaagggggggghhhnn!
Judge:
So that is what happened. You were knocked out by Mr. Wellington...
Phoenix:
He is a man who lives on his pride and self-image alone. And in order to hide his involvement with the con artists' group, he has become paranoid, and has lost all ability to make rational judgments.
Judge:
Hmm...
Payne:
Then... Then, Mr. Wright... The phone you're holding...
Phoenix;
It's Mr. Wellington's, naturally.
Judge:
Speaking of that man, how is he, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Ah, he was arrested and has been taken away, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Now then, this court finds the defendant, Maggey Byrde...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. This court is adjourned!
September 8, 2:16 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Byrde:
I knew that the real you would shine through eventually! I am so moved by what you've done for me, sir! Thank you so much, Mr. Wright!
Maya:
I feel really bad for Dustin. He didn't do anything to deserve this...
Byrde:
... It's probably because of me...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Byrde:
My whole life has been nothing but a whirlwind of bad luck and failures.
Maya:
Your whole life? It couldn't have been that bad, could it?
Byrde:
Since I was 6 months old, when I fell from the 9th floor of my apartment building, I've been hit by all sorts of vehicles, gotten sick from all sorts of foods, failed at almost every test I've ever taken, experienced almost every kind of disaster, and never won or even tied at a game of tic-tac-toe! My life has really been nothing but a string of disasters.
Phoenix:
That is, uh... pretty bad...
Byrde:
Up until I went to college, I was known as the "Goddess of Misfortune". And then, at the academy, everyone called me "Lady Luckless".
Maya:
"Lady Luckless"...
Byrde:
What's worse is that my misfortune always seems to latch onto those around me.
Maya:
What do you mean?
Byrde:
When I see someone in trouble, I always try to help...
Phoenix:
Ah, that's right. You were talking about this earlier.
Byrde:
It happened again recently, too, sir. There was an old lady pacing back and forth by the pedestrian crosswalk. I gave her my hand and... before I knew it, we were having dinner at my house.
Maya:
... Oh.
Byrde:
I'm sure that Dustin's gone because of me...
Maya:
That's not true!
Byrde:
That glove didn't even have any sort of special meaning. It was just a present to say thanks for covering one of my night shifts.
Maya:
Oh, I see...
Byrde:
Everything is all my fault! Dustin's death, your head being all messed up...
Phoenix:
Uh, well, I don't think my head is that messed up yet...
Byrde:
I'm going to find a new life for myself starting now. The next time we meet, I'm sure I'll... I'm sure I'll have found a whole ocean's worth of good luck by then, sir!
Phoenix:
Yeah. After all, the "Goddess of Misfortune" is only a name!
Byrde:
You bet! I'm gonna make it! I promise! Next time we meet, I'll only be an "Unlucky Person", instead of a goddess!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah! That's the spirit!
Byrde:
Well, Mr. Wright, Maya, I should get going.
Maya:
OK! Good luck to you!
Byrde:
Thanks! You take care of yourselves, too!
Phoenix:
*sigh* What a horrible day... I've gotten my memory back, but things are still a little fuzzy...
Maya:
But you're OK, and that's what counts. You really had me worried! Come on, let's go back to the office.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I'm afraid to ask, but here goes...) So, this might sound bad, but... uh... Who are you...?
Maya:
What!? I thought you said you got your memory back!
Phoenix:
(At that moment, everything really did come back to me...)
Detective Gumshoe... He's someone I've had clashes with in the past during certain cases. But he's also been a good ally during others. The Judge... He's a lovable, kind old man who is easily swayed by other people's opinions. But in the end, he always comes up with the right verdict. ... This person... I haven't got a clue... He seems to know me, but maybe he's mistaking me for someone else...?
Phoenix:
(And this girl...) ...Maya...?
Maya:
You... You finally remembered!
Phoenix:
(This is Maya Fey, my assistant. That's right... I have so many unforgettable memories about her. For example...)
Maya:
Earth to Nick! What's wrong? You keep staring at me! Don't tell me you've missed me?
Phoenix:
Uh, well, yeah I suppose I have. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages.
Maya:
Oh? Well, I'm back now. So it's time for us to create new memories together!
Phoenix:
Alright. Sounds good. (All the phone numbers on my phone were erased by Mr. Wellington. I guess I have to start over from the very beginning...)
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Let's go to our usual burger joint!
Phoenix:
OK, OK. (Actually, it hasn't even been two months since she came back into my life.)
(And that story... That story began on one rainy afternoon, two months ago...)
Episode 1: The Lost TurnaboutTHE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection denied.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection denied. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Maggey Byrde...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
The Magical Turnabout
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Part 1
Part 2
Episode 2The Magical Turnabout
Anime cutscene
Mr. Reus:
Mwahahahaha! Behold my might!
Trucy:
Ahhh! Shame on you, Mr. Reus!
Mr. Reus:
No!
Trucy:
Using magic for evil!
Mr. Reus:
Rrrrgh?! Nnnrrooogh!
April 27, 10:00 AMPenrose Theater - Stage
Trucy:
And that's how the evil magician, Mr. Reus, was defeated!
Mr. Reus:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Trucy:
See you for Act Two, everybody!
Athena:
Brava! Brava, Trucy! Wow, Apollo! Wasn't that a great trick?!
Apollo:
You bet! I've never seen such a great magic act!
Athena:
Did you know they even featured Trucy's show on TV this morning?! "Penrose Theater. A well-known gateway to success for entertainers! It's here at this famous theater that we'll finally get to see... ...Trucy Wright's... 'Trucy in Gramarye-Land'! The long-awaited revival of the magic of Troupe Gramarye!"
Apollo:
Wow! That explains why there's a TV crew here to cover the show!
Athena:
This is the perfect opportunity to promote the Wright Anything Agency, too! After all, people look up things they see on TV, right?
Apollo:
But wouldn't they be looking up the talent part, and not the law part of our agency?
Athena:
Mamma mia! You're right! We'd get nothing but requests from Trucy's fans, wouldn't we?
Apollo:
Oh, well. Guess we'll just have to make it the old-fashioned way. My name is Apollo Justice. I'm a rookie lawyer with only about two years of experience under my belt. We're here to see Trucy's magic show. She's a fellow member of our agency. We came on behalf of our boss, Mr. Wright, who's away on a trip.
Athena:
Ooh, and did you hear, Apollo? Even though it's only her debut, her shows are completely sold out!
Apollo:
What? Really!? (That's amazing!)
Athena:
Voilà! A star is born! Who knows HOW far she'll go? At this rate, nothing in the world can stop us! Wahhh ha ha ha!
Apollo:
Uh, you do realize this has nothing to do with you, right? This is Athena Cykes. She's another member of our agency. She may not look it, but at just nineteen years old, she's a lawyer as well.
Athena:
What do you mean, "She may not look it"...? Of course I look the part!
Apollo:
...Care to explain how, exactly?
Athena:
Aww c'mon, have a heart...
Widget:
Stop treating me like a child!
Apollo:
That gadget around Athena's neck that spoke just now? That's Widget. Widget helps Athena out with her special field of expertise: analytical psychology. He also has a habit of blurting out whatever Athena's really thinking.
Athena:
Yeah, this little guy can be a little unruly at times.
Widget:
Hey, upgrade me already!
*buzzzzzzz*
Your attention, please. The show will restart after a twenty-minute intermission. We ask that you please be back in your seats before the next act. Thank you.
Apollo:
Hey, why don't we go say hi to Trucy in her dressing room during the break?
Athena:
Ooh, yes! Let's go see the big star! I'm so nervous! What should I say to her?!
Apollo:
Um, whatever you usually say to her at the office every day...?
April 27Penrose Theater - Dressing Room
Apollo:
So this is Trucy's dressing room... Looks like she's busy over there with someone.
Staff:
Could you sign this, please, ma'am?
Trucy:
Sure thing! Just the one sheet in this clipboard, right?
Athena:
A fan asking for Trucy's autograph, maybe?
Apollo:
I don't think so. It looks like some kind of contract.
Staff:
Thank you very much. I'll get this to the producer right away.
Trucy:
Great. Thanks! ...Oh! Polly! Athena! You came!
Athena:
Of course! Congratulations on your big debut!
Trucy:
Hee hee! Thanks!
Apollo:
Who was that just now, by the way?
Trucy:
Somebody from Take-2 TV. They want to turn my magic show into a TV special! They're planning to broadcast it nationwide! Hee hee! Can you imagine?!
Apollo:
Wow. You really ARE a big star!
Athena:
Hey, can I get your autograph later, Trucy?
Trucy:
Sure! My signature's in high demand today! Would you like one, too, Polly?
Apollo:
(............Yeah, actually, I would...)
Trucy:
Oops! Looks like I ran out of flyers, so I'll have to sign your forehead instead!
Apollo:
H-Hey! Knock it off! Look, just forget about the autograph! This is Trucy Wright. She's a magician, and Mr. Wright's adopted daughter. She's becoming quite renowned in the magic world these days for her impressive skills.
Trucy:
A lot of people get this wrong, but... ...Apollo's actual job is being my magic assistant!
Apollo:
No, YOU'RE the one who gets it wrong!
Athena:
Ooh, think you can do that trick you always do at the office for me, Trucy?
Trucy:
Okay! Behold! The wondrous magic that can make anything disappear! Three, two, one... Ta-dah! My magic panties are an extra-dimensional galaxy!
Athena:
Brava, Trucy! Brava!
Apollo:
...Okay, but why do you always have to make MY attorney's badge disappear?
Trucy:
Well, that's because, out of everyone at the Wright Anything Agency... ...you're the one I get the best reaction out of!
Apollo:
(That doesn't make my poor badge feel any better...)
Examine
Anything
Apollo:
(I guess I shouldn't touch anything while Trucy's around.)
Trucy:
You shouldn't touch anything while I'm NOT around either!
Apollo:
(She read my mind...)
Talk
The show
Apollo:
Thanks again for inviting us, Trucy!
Trucy:
Hee hee. Thank YOU for coming!
Apollo:
Your show sure packs a wallop! I nearly fell out of my seat when that dragon showed up! And when it attacked you --whew... ...I was terrified, even though I knew it was all just a part of the show!
Trucy:
That's good! Because that trick is the crowning glory of Act One! I'm really glad you're enjoying the show!
Athena:
I heard your shows are completely sold out, Trucy! They say your fans were all over the tickets the instant they became available! Like hungry wolves going after their prey!
Apollo:
Sounds like you've made a loyal pack of followers for yourself already, Trucy.
Trucy:
But you two are the only ones who got a special VIP invitation from me! Today's just a dress rehearsal for the performers, staff, family, and friends.
Athena:
A "Generalprobe," huh? That's what they call it in Germany!
Trucy:
The real show isn't until the day after tomorrow.
Athena:
By the way, are you going to finally do your magic panties trick onstage after the break?
Trucy:
Sorry to disappoint anyone who came just to see my magic panties... ...but my next trick is completely new! I'm debuting it today!
Athena:
Ooh! A new trick, huh? Are you gonna chop Apollo up into little lawyer bits?
Apollo:
Funny, I don't recall EVER agreeing to anything like that...
Trucy:
Hmm... While that DOES sound like a good idea... ...today's trick is a totally new Troupe Gramarye Original. The entire future of the troupe is riding on the success of this special new trick!
Apollo:
How so?
Special new trick
Trucy:
This show is really important to me -- it isn't like any of the other shows I've done. As the rightful heir to the Troupe Gramarye repertoire of magic... ...this show is my first chance to unveil the tricks I've inherited.
Apollo:
Troupe Gramarye, huh...
Trucy:
Yeah, I have a poster of them hanging right over there!
Apollo:
Heh. It feels like it's been ages since I've seen a picture of them. (Troupe Gramarye was a group of magicians who dominated the magic world in their day. Trucy is the sole heir to the troupe's entire repertoire of stage magic.) Huh? Who's this guy in green and purple on the left here...?
Trucy:
Oh, that's The Great Mr. Reus, the other magician in today's show. He used to belong to Troupe Gramarye, too, a long time ago.
Apollo:
Hey, so tell us more about this special magic you're going to reveal today!
Trucy:
It's a secret Troupe Gramarye trick... ...left behind by my late granddaddy, Magnifi Gramarye. It's never been performed before, so this is the first time it'll be seen by the public!
Apollo:
The grand unveiling, huh? (No wonder she's been working so hard.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Trucy:
Ooh, your attorney's badge! Does this mean you want me to...?
Apollo:
(...I knew I shouldn't have done that.)
Trucy:
Hey! Why'd you put it away? Fine. If that's the way you're going to be... Three, two, one... Ta-dah!
Apollo:
Hey, don't make it...! Wait my badge is still here...
Athena:
That was MY badge, Trucy!
After clearing all Talk options:
Trucy:
Well, I'd better get going!
Apollo:
Huh? Where to?
Trucy:
To practice my act, of course! The show's only a few days away!
Apollo:
You're really pushing yourself. Didn't you practice until late last night, too?
Trucy:
Yup! Because everything's gotta be just right!
Apollo:
(Trucy inherited all of Troupe Gramarye's magic tricks from her father when he died. And the troupe's entire legacy is now resting on her shoulders. No wonder she's feeling the pressure.) It looks like everything's going well today, though. I mean, that last trick was perfect!
Trucy:
Grace under pressure -- that's me! After all, "a true entertainer always keeps a smile on their face!" That's the Troupe Gramarye creed!
Apollo:
It's hard to believe you've accomplished so much, even though you're still in high school.
Trucy:
Hee hee. But, to tell you the truth, I'm actually pretty nervous.
Apollo:
Who wouldn't be? (Oh, I bet this would do the trick...) You'll be FINE, Trucy! If anybody can do it, you can!
Trucy:
P-Polly... That was just the boost I needed! Thanks!
Athena:
Apollo's "fine" sure has a way of really hitting you right in the heart -- and in the ears.
Apollo:
Enough ragging on my voice already...
???:
Trucy?
Trucy:
Oh, hi, Bonny!
Bonny:
It's almost time for the second act.
Trucy:
Oh, okay. Thanks! Well, Apollo, Athena -- enjoy the rest of the show!
Apollo:
Break a leg, Trucy!
Trucy:
Thanks. I will!
Athena:
I hope her new trick goes well.
Apollo:
Hey, this is Trucy we're talking about. She'll be fine.
???:
Oh, I wouldn't be so sure...
Apollo:
Huh?
Bonny:
Performing magic is like walking a tightrope -- there's always an element of danger. One little mistake can even cost you your life, you know. I wonder if she'll make it across today...
Apollo:
Umm... and what do you mean by that, exactly?
Bonny:
Hee hee. Oh, nothing! Now, if you'll excuse me...
Apollo:
She's gone... (What was that all about? Judging by what she said, I'm going to guess she's probably a magician, too.)
Athena:
Come on, Apollo! We've gotta get back to our seats now or we'll be late!
Apollo:
Ow! Hey, stop pulling! Okay, let's see... (Guess it's time to Move back to the stage...)
April 27Penrose Theater - Stage
Athena:
Hurry up, Apollo! It's about to start! I want to see what Trucy's next trick is!
Apollo:
You're really wound up today, aren't you... Why don't you take your seat and try to relax?
Athena:
Whoa! Look! There's a TV reporter over there! With a TV camera and everything!
Widget:
Oh, yeah, baby!
Apollo:
Athena, sit down! You're blocking people's view! Yeesh, I feel like I'm babysitting here...
Reporter:
Hello, everyone! I'm reporting from the beautiful Penrose Theater... ...where the public performance of "Trucy in Gramarye-Land" begins in just two short days! But today, they've very kindly agreed to give us a sneak preview! Isn't this exciting!
Athena:
Apollo! Do you think I was on TV just now?!
Apollo:
How should I know? But if you were, you were disgracing our entire agency, that's for sure.
Athena:
H-Hey! What the heck's that supposed to mean?!
Apollo:
Ooh! Here it comes!
Anime cutscene
Trucy:
Now, give up your dastardly ways! Huh?
Bonny:
Over here!
Trucy:
Ahhh!
Bonny:
Come now, Mr. Hat! Offer the girl's life up to Mr. Reus and bring him back to life! Wh-What?!
Athena:
- Whaaahaha!
Apollo:
- Wow! Just when and how did she make the switch?!
Trucy:
You won't be reviving anyone today!
Athena:
Wow, that was amazing! I have no idea how she escaped that coffin!
Apollo:
(I'm glad Trucy's escape trick went off without a hitch.)
Trucy:
And when I open the coffin, like this... inside you seeeee... ...M-Mr. Reus? But how...?
Athena:
I wonder what's going on.
Apollo:
He's... not getting up...
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
Trucy?! Wh-What just happened?!
Whoa man! An accident?!
Is, like, that guy DEAD?!
Athena:
...Wait. That's not part of the act?
Staff:
Attention, please! For your own safety, we ask that everyone please evacuate the building.
Apollo:
What's going on? Is Trucy okay?!
Staff:
Outside, everyone! Evacuate immediately, please!
Apollo:
Whoa! Hey! Stop grabbing at me!
Athena:
Trucyyyyyyy!
April 27Penrose Theater
Apollo:
(They kicked us out.)
Hey, what gives?!
Will somebody please tell us what's going on?!
Athena:
Poor Trucy! I hope she's okay... ...Hey, here comes that staff member from before.
Staff:
Your attention, please! We regret to inform you that today's show has been canceled!
What?!
But I was looking forward to the rest of it!
Staff:
W-We are very sorry, but the theater is on lock-down pending a police investigation.
Apollo:
E-Excuse me! Is it because of that accident? That man in the coffin -- is he...?
Staff:
U-Um, well... We're still trying to figure things out, sir... But I can tell you that Ms. Wright is fine. She wasn't injured, so please don't worry.
Apollo:
Thank goodness she's okay...
???:
Hey, you there! What the heck's going on?! They wouldn't even let ME in. ME, for crying out loud!
Staff:
Oh, Mr. Retinz! There was an accident during the show.
Retinz:
An accident? Great, just great. That's all I need right now. Do you have any idea how much money we're sinking into this program?!
Apollo:
Um... and you are...?
Retinz:
The man behind the scenes, that's who. This is a fine kettle of fish, let me tell ya! Spinning all this is gonna be a real pain in my posterior, believe you me!
Apollo:
(Spinning? As in covering it up?)
Retinz:
Look, I gotta get inside. Seriously, can't a guy catch a break around here?!
Apollo:
Well, there he goes...
Athena:
Why don't we go back to the office for now? I'm sure Trucy will call us once things have settled down.
Apollo:
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Examine
Penrose Theater building
Apollo:
What an odd building.
Athena:
The name "Penrose Theater" comes from the "Penrose triangle" -- an impossible object. It's called an impossible object because it only exists as an optical illusion.
Apollo:
An optical illusion?
Athena:
Uh-huh. Just like how that "cube" on the front of the building isn't really a cube at all.
Apollo:
............ It isn't? It sure looks like a cube to me.
Athena:
It's just the way it's shaded. The dark and light parts make it look like it's jutting outward towards us, but it really isn't.
Apollo:
Huh-whuh? It isn't?
Athena:
Come on. Let's take a look at it from over there.
Apollo:
O-Okay? Whaaat?! You're right! That's so weird!
Athena:
Now do you get it?
Apollo:
I think so? It's kinda hard to tell...
Clock and Penrose triangle
Apollo:
What are all these weird objects, anyway? Are they supposed to be "modern art"? Like that clock... Is it just me, or are the hands moving awfully fast?
Athena:
¡Ay, caramba! What kind of clock doesn't show the proper time? Is that part of what makes it "art"?
Apollo:
Who knows? ...Hey, take a look at that man in front of the clock. He's trying real hard to set his watch to it.
Athena:
! H-Hey! Mister!
Poster
Athena:
Look! There's Trucy -- front and center! So the show actually starts the day after tomorrow, huh?
Apollo:
I don't know if you've noticed, but... ...you see that man in front of the poster? He's been standing there a long time looking at it.
Athena:
Yeah, I noticed! And sometimes, he kind of stretches his hand towards it a little bit...
Apollo:
Oh... I bet he's one of Trucy's fans. You think he's gonna try to make of with it?
Athena:
Who knows... Oh, look! I guess we don't have to worry! Ha ha ha! Every time the man reaches for it, the dog growls and pulls at his pant leg.
Apollo:
Yeah, it kinda begs the question: Who's the master and who's the pet?
Talk
Any ideas?
Apollo:
So, Athena, any ideas?
Athena:
Sorry... I've got nothing. I mean, it was just one amazing trick after another! Who could figure it all out?!
Apollo:
Um... I was asking if you have any ideas about the accident, not the show, Athena...
What to do
Apollo:
I can't believe they had to cancel the rest of the show. I wonder if Trucy's okay...
Athena:
Yeah, poor thing... After all her hard work, too! I sure with Mr. Wright was here right now.
Apollo:
Well, I guess we'd better head back to the office. There's nothing we can do here.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Athena:
Heh heh! Myyy badge is shinier than yooours!
Apollo:
Of course. Yours is newer than mine. A great weathered finish like this only comes with age and experience.
Athena:
Wh-What?! I can get a finish just as good as that on my badge, too, you know!
Apollo:
Getting it dirty on purpose doesn't count, Athena.
Athena:
¿Perdón? Ha ha ha! Wh-What makes you think I'd ever do anything like that?
April 27Wright Anything Agency
*ring ring*
............*beep*
Apollo:
It's no use. I can't get a hold of Mr. Wright. I wonder if something happened to him in Khura'in.
Athena:
Maybe he got caught up in some kind of trouble again, as always.
Apollo:
Yeah, trouble's drawn to him like iron filings to a magnet.
Athena:
Hey, Apollo! Speaking of Khura'in, they're showing something about it on TV right now!
TV:
There has been some surprising news coming out of the Kingdom of Khura'in. The country recently saw defense attorney Phoenix Wright win a "not guilty" verdict... ...the first verdict of its kind in twenty-three years!
Apollo:
...! Mr. Wright won a trial in Khura'in?!
TV:
Lawyers are said to be highly disrespected in the Kingdom of Khura'in... ...so Mr. Wright's win was an upset victory amidst entrenched hostility.
Athena:
Wow! Did you hear that?! The first time in twenty-three years!
Apollo:
Yeah... But what was he doing in court there in the first place? I thought he just went for a visit.
Athena:
So he WAS in some kind of trouble, just like we thought!
TV:
Next, an update on the unfortunate accident that occurred at the Penrose Theater...
Athena:
Hey, now they're talking about the accident at Trucy's show!
TV:
Famed magician "The Great Mr. Reus" was skewered with a sword and died on the spot.
Apollo:
Oh, no! So... he really is dead...
TV:
And now, here is the footage of that deadly moment.
TV:
Mr. Reus's body isn't visible in this footage... ...but these are still very shocking images. The magician, Trucy Wright, is reportedly still only a high school student. Could it be that this unfortunate accident happened due to a lack of proper training? Did the young magician have enough experience, preparation, and knowledge? Some might say that Troupe Gramarye should be held accountable for this incident.
Apollo:
Hey! What kind of biased reporting is this?
Athena:
Yeah! They're making it sound like it's all Trucy's fault!
TV:
Oh! We've just received more breaking news. ......Oh, my! The young magician in question, Trucy Wright... ...is now under arrest on the charge of involuntary manslaughter!
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaaat?!
TV:
We will keep you updated as this unfortunate tale unfolds. Stay tuned!
Apollo:
Trucy's under arrest?! She can't be!
Athena:
...Apollo! We've gotta do something!
Apollo:
Yeah. Let's get down to the detention center right away! (But before I forget, I think I'll jot a few things down about the case. I'll just open up the Court Record... ...and make a few Notes. I can use it like a kind of "To Do" list. If I ever get stuck, I can just refer to these notes.)
Examine
Bookshelf
Apollo:
Mr. Wright sure has a lot of law books and old case files.
Athena:
It sure looks that way, doesn't it. But take a closer look. Most of those books and files have to do with magic.
Apollo:
Oh, wow. You're right... They're just hidden behind law book covers...
Athena:
Little by little, Trucy is taking over the whole office with her magic equipment.
Apollo:
I hate to admit it, but recently... ...I sometimes feel like I'm going to forget I'm even a lawyer when I'm here.
Athena:
It sounds like Trucy's magic is starting to take over your brain, too.
Charley the plant
Athena:
I just watered Charley, so he's looking pretty perky.
Apollo:
For a guy whose desk is always a big jumbled mess... ...Mr. Wright never forgets to water Charley.
Athena:
Sometimes, I catch him staring at that plant and smiling. It must hold some special meaning for him.
Apollo:
Could be. He did say Charley's been in this office since his first days as a lawyer... He doesn't seem to want to talk about it much, though.
Athena:
One thing's for sure: Charley is no ordinary plant.
Hula hoop
Apollo:
It's yet another magic prop.
Athena:
Oh! A hoop! I'm really good at that! How about you?
Apollo:
Nope. I just don't seem to have the knack for it.
Athena:
I figured as much. After all, you're not really in-tune with your body.
Apollo:
You DO realize this hoop is used for the "levitating woman" trick, right?
Athena:
What?! It's not for hula dancing?!
Athena:
And since you're "really good at that"...
Athena:
No! What I meant was...
Apollo:
...I think I'll recommend you to Trucy for the assistant role, then! You can take over for me!
Athena:
What did I hula myself into...?
Magic props
Athena:
I wonder what kinds of tricks Trucy uses these things for. Like this little guillotine, for example.
Apollo:
Well, a human head definitely wouldn't fit. So maybe something small and fuzzy?
Athena:
Eww! That's disgusting! Not to mention cruel! Trucy would never do anything like that!
Apollo:
Hmph. You didn't get mad that time Trucy put MY head in a guillotine!
Athena:
That's because you performed your role with such gusto! I mean, your screams were so realistic, I couldn't stop laughing!
Apollo:
(That's because they were 100% real...)
Magic split box
Athena:
I've always thought these shelves were a little awkward and hard to use.
Apollo:
Yeah. The shape doesn't really lend itself well to the concept of "shelves." I mean, there's a hole in the top part and everything.
Athena:
Did you ever notice that every now and then, things disappear when you put them inside? It's like the shelves remember that they used to be a magic prop or something.
Apollo:
Not the most useful piece of furniture in the world, to say the least.
Table
Apollo:
With everyone's personal items littering the office, this place is as messy as ever.
Athena:
Yeah... Take this loud jacket of yours, for example. It's been sitting here forever.
Apollo:
"Loud"?! What do you mean by, "loud"? I love that jacket!
Athena:
Oh, yeah? Why don't you ever wear it, then?
Apollo:
Well, uh... (The last time I wore that jacket...)
Trucy:
Oh, Polly! I'm so happy for you! You finally decided to take the plunge! Now you're ready for your stand-up comedy debut! You, Daddy, and Athena should form a group! I can see it now: "Primary Color Punch-Lines"!
Apollo:
Let's just say that jacket brings back painful memories...
Athena:
?
Talk
Any ideas?
Athena:
How dare they cover it like that?! They're putting everything on Trucy! I'm going to stage a huge protest! You'll see!
Apollo:
(Yikes. Athena's scary when she's mad!) Okay... So what's the plan?
Athena:
I'm gonna stop watching TV completely, starting today!
Apollo:
That's your "huge protest"?
Athena:
Ah...! But there's this show I want to watch this week... Nrrrrgh! I can already tell this is going to be a hard, uphill battle!
Apollo:
Yeah... Good luck with that, Sisyphus.
What to do
Athena:
I'll race you to the detention center! Loser buys the winner juice. Deal?
Apollo:
A race?! You mean, I have to RUN?! ...Let's just skip the running and go straight to me buying you juice.
Apollo:
YES!!! That's the fourth free juice this month!
Apollo:
(Athena is getting really good at sponging off of me.)
April 27Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Trucy:
............
Apollo:
(Poor Trucy... What can we even say to her?)
Trucy:
...Oh! Polly! Athena!
Athena:
Trucy... Are you okay?
Trucy:
...I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
Apollo:
We saw the news about the accident on TV.
Trucy:
Eh heh heh. Guess I can't Houdini my way out of this one. I got arrested and everything! They say I'm the one who caused the accident.
Apollo:
But that's not true... right?
Trucy:
To be honest... I don't really know. I mean, I have no idea how an accident like that could've happened. The trick went off without a hitch. I'm sure of that much! Still, the police just won't listen to me! They've already decided that it was all my fault! *sigh* I'm exhausted after all their questions...
Athena:
Looks like she's been able to hang in there at least.
Apollo:
Yeah... (She really is one tough cookie.) I know you're tired, but... ...can you tell us a little bit about the accident?
Trucy:
Yes, of course! Go ahead and ask me anything! I'll be... I'll be fine!
Examine
Camera
Apollo:
(The security camera stares at us with its cold, unblinking eye. I don't know why, but it gives me the heebies, with a side order of jeebies.)
Guard
Apollo:
(The guard is just standing there completely motionless... ...and Athena keeps making faces at him, trying to make him crack at least a smile.)
Athena:
Ooh! I think I made him smirk a little!
Apollo:
C'mon. Leave the poor guy alone, Athena.
Microphone
Apollo:
(It's the microphone for speaking with people on the other side of the glass. Athena is trying to stump the guard with trivia questions.)
Athena:
Ooh, this guy is good! He answers in the blink of an eye without batting an eyelash... or moving a muscle!
Apollo:
(Is he that bored?)
Talk
The incident
Apollo:
For starters, can you help us understand what happened? In today's show, there was a dead body in the coffin. How did that happen? Was there some kind of... accident?
Trucy:
I-I don't really know. The coffin was supposed to be empty when I opened it. But instead, Mr. Reus's body was in there...
Apollo:
That must've been a huge shock for you.
Athena:
And when the dragon set piece fell down at the end -- was that an accident, too?
Trucy:
It must have been. I have no idea how or why that happened, either. Nothing went the way it was supposed to! I still can't believe Mr. Reus is actually dead...
Apollo:
(As tough as she is, this is obviously taking a toll on her...)
Athena:
But how did Mr. Reus's body get into the coffin in the first place?
Apollo:
Trucy, we need you to tell us the secret of the trick.
Trucy:
Hmm... You know what they say, "a magician never reveals her secrets." ...But I guess I should make an exception this time. But if you ever tell anybody... ...I'll make you my guinea pig for every single new magic trick from now on!
Apollo:
D-Don't worry! I'm a lawyer, remember? Client confidentiality is part of the job!
The magic trick (appears after "The incident")
Apollo:
So let's call this trick "Trucy's Great Escape." How did you get out of the coffin?
Trucy:
...All right. Here goes. I'll reveal the trick just for you two. Prepare yourselves for an exclusive explanation by Magical Girl Trucy Wright! There's a secret trapdoor in the stage that leads down to the understage passage. 
Apollo:
A trapdoor...? So when did you slip down into the understage passage?
Trucy:
Remember when Mr. Hat was onstage, holding a sword next to the coffin? Well, by then, I had already escaped from the coffin and was waiting understage. And, while I was down there, I did several things to get ready for the next part. 
Athena:
What technique! Okay, so what happened next?
Trucy:
Mr. Hat was quickly raised up to the catwalk by wire. There's a cushion up there that acts as a shock absorber when Mr. Hat hits it. Meanwhile, I popped back up onto the stage through a different trapdoor! And voila! The switch is complete!
Stage Diagram added to the Court Record.
Athena:
I had no idea all of that was happening! I was convinced you were still in the coffin!
Trucy:
That's what professional magicians do. They make their audience see something that isn't really there.
Apollo:
In other words, you make us see illusion, right?
Trucy: 
We call it "misdirection." While we keep you busy believing one thing, we're busy making something else happen. What we say is there really isn't, and what we say isn't there actually is!
Apollo:
I get it – it's kind of like a magical bluff.
Athena:
Hmm... but there's no escaping the fact that the victim's body was actually inside the coffin. It wasn't empty like it was supposed to be.
Trucy:
Yeah, that's the part I don't understand. The last thing in the world I expected to see in there was Mr. Reus!
Apollo:
Could he have climbed in there by mistake? (I should get back to asking Trucy about the accident.) Can you tell us more about the victim?
The Great Mr. Reus (appears after "The magic trick")
Apollo:
Who exactly is this Mr. Reus? You said he used to belong to Troupe Gramarye, right?
Athena:
Wait, you don't know who The Great Mr. Reus is, Apollo?! He's super famous! He's all people talk about on TV!
Apollo:
Really? I just assumed he was one of Trucy's assistants.
Athena:
Way to diss the dead, Apollo...
Apollo:
So how did the two of you come to perform together, Trucy?
Trucy:
Well, like I said, he used to be a member of Troupe Gramarye. He was a protégé of my granddaddy, Magnifi Gramarye. So the TV station arranged for us to perform together this time because of that connection.
Apollo:
Did he continue performing as a magician after he left Troupe Gramarye?
Trucy:
No. He got injured while practicing for a show about thirteen years ago. That's why he left the troupe. After that, he took a break from magic for a while.
Athena:
I'm pretty sure it's a recent thing, him getting famous again. I only started seeing him on TV again maybe last year.
Trucy:
I had nothing but respect for Mr. Reus as a magician. I can't tell you how sad I am this happened...
Apollo:
(I can't imagine how traumatic it must be to have someone die during your big show...)
Trucy:
Don't worry, I'm fine! I have to stay strong for my fans!
Apollo:
Huh? (My bracelet is reacting... People tend to unconsciously tense up when they're trying to hide something. And when I pick up on their distress, the bracelet around my wrist starts to feel tight. So I guess this means that Trucy's trying to hide something from me. Well, I guess I should give my bracelet a touch (X)...)
Bracelet
Apollo:
(I can see things others can't -- the slightest twitch, gesture, or change in expression... Yes... I can see it all when I'm concentrating intensely like this. And when people are feeling tense, they sometimes reveal a certain habit or little tic. I'll just shift my viewpoint around until I find Trucy's nervous tic.)
Apollo:
(Okay. I think I found her telltale tic. Now, to listen carefully to every word and see what she gets shifty-eyed over. Then I'll "Perceive" (X) whatever she seems nervous about to get to the bottom of things!)
Trucy:
Don't worry, I'm fine! I have to stay strong for my fans!
Perceive eyes on "I'm fine!"
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Come on, Trucy."
Perceive wrong area
Apollo:
Apollo:
Trucy, are you okay? You looked a little flustered just now.
Trucy:
Flustered? I don't think so? What about you? You have little beads of sweat on your forehead! And you only display that tic when you don't know what you're doing.
Apollo:
(Ouch. Trucy's tongue is as sharp as her eyes.)
Leads back to:
Perceive
Restart
Apollo:
I should touch "Perceive" (X) while she's displaying her nervous tic.
Leads back to:
"Don't worry, I'm fine!"
Apollo:
Come on, Trucy. You should know by now that you can't hide anything from me.
Trucy:
! Don't tell me that your bracelet reacted...
Apollo:
Yup.
Trucy:
And here I thought my smile was going to do the trick... Heh. Looks like I broke the first rule of being a magician. "A true entertainer always keeps a smile on their face," right?
Apollo:
I remember hearing you say that before.
Trucy:
That's right. It's a Gramarye motto that my daddy used to say before he passed away. I'll never forget it. It's one of the few precious memories I have of him.
Apollo:
But you can't keep everything inside, Trucy. You'll burst! Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?
Trucy:
I can't! If I did... ...you wouldn't believe in me anymore!
Apollo:
That's not true. As an entertainer, you believe in always keeping a smile on your face. And as a lawyer, I have a belief that's important to me as well.
Present Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Leads to:
"!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Trucy:
Polly...? What does that have to do with your beliefs?
Apollo:
Um, well... Something about the shape maybe...? Or the color...?  Heh. Heh heh...
Trucy:
It's okay... If you can't believe in me, then you just can't.
Apollo:
No! I just made a mistake. Let me try that again, okay?
Leads back to:
"As an entertainer, you believe in always keeping a smile on your face."
Trucy:
! Your attorney's badge...?
Apollo:
I swore on this badge that I would always believe in my client to the bitter end. That's the cornerstone of being a good lawyer. Mr. Wright taught me as much. So no matter what you tell me, I'm going to keep on believing in you, Trucy! All I ask is for you to have a little faith in me,
too.
Trucy:
............ All right. Thanks, Polly.
Changes "The Great Mr. Reus" Talk option to "The truth"
The truth
Trucy:
Polly... What if I made a mistake...?
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Trucy:
What if it really was me who stabbed Mr. Reus...?
Apollo:
...What makes you say that?
Trucy:
Well, in my escape trick, I use both a real sword and a rubber sword. I switch the real sword for the rubber sword just before I stab it into the coffin. So even if somebody HAD been in there, the rubber sword shouldn't have hurt them.
Apollo:
But Mr. Reus was found dead in the coffin...
Trucy:
I know! It just doesn't make any sense! I know I swapped the swords!
Apollo:
You're absolutely sure?
Trucy:
Positive! I practiced that trick hundreds of times with no mistakes! I remember very clearly swapping the swords this time, too! But could I have...? Could I have made a mistake this time...?
Apollo:
............ (Could she really have...?)
Trucy:
Well, I'd better get going!
Apollo:
Huh? Where to?
Trucy:
To practice my act, of course! The show's only a few days away!
Apollo:
You're really pushing yourself. Didn't you practice until late last night, too?
Trucy:
Yup! Because everything's gotta be just right!
Trucy:
......... M-Maybe I really did kill Mr. Reus.
Apollo:
Trucy...
Trucy:
The worst possible mistake I could make... Such a horrific accident, right in the middle of my show... And yet, all I can think about is... ...now that this has happened... ...Troupe Gramarye will get its performance rights pulled! There'll never be another show! Everything my family worked so hard for will be gone forever! And poor Mr. Reus had his whole life and a great career ahead of him! I...  ruined everything...! I destroyed it all!
I took it all away!
Trucy:
...Polly... I... I'm ready to pay for what I did...
Apollo:
............ Trucy, I don't think you did anything wrong.
Trucy:
You don't?!
Apollo:
...I've had one question going through my mind this whole time... Was this accident... really your fault?
Trucy:
...What do you mean?
Apollo:
I don't have any proof or anything -- it's just... ...I don't think you'd ever make a mistake like that.
Trucy:
Apollo...
Apollo:
I saw how hard you worked on your tricks, staying up late every night to practice. And I know you. You always get everything picture-perfect.
Trucy:
Nobody's perfect all of the time...
Apollo:
Still, I think something else caused Mr. Reus's death, not any mistake of yours. After all, you're sure you swapped the swords, right?
Trucy:
Yes... I remember doing it...
Apollo:
Then I just know it wasn't your fault, Trucy!
Trucy:
B-But... how can you say that?! We don't have any proof it wasn't me! I-I mean I know you're a great lawyer, Polly, but...!
Apollo:
I believe in you, Trucy. And I believe in your skill as a professional magician. So I'm going to prove your innocence. Don't worry -- you're going to be FINE!
Trucy:
............ ............ ............ *sniffle*
Apollo:
!
Trucy:
Thank you, Apollo. Thank you for believing in me. I-I'm going to... believe in you, too!
Apollo:
.........Good!
Trucy:
I-I'm sorry... I need a tissue... *sniffle*
Apollo:
(I've never seen Trucy cry like this before... She always seems so strong... ...but maybe sometimes, she's just putting on a brave face. She's still just a kid, after all...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Trucy:
Oh, your attorney's badge! Does this mean you want me to...?
Apollo:
Not even you can make it disappear through this glass.
Trucy:
Three, two, one... Ta-dah!
Apollo:
Huh?! It's gone! Wow, how did you do that?! And how are you going to make it reappear?!
Trucy:
Oh, guaaard! I'm ready to go now!
Apollo:
Wait, what about the rest of the trick?
Anything else
Trucy:
Are you saying you want me to conjure up a copy or two of this?
Apollo:
Forged evidence isn't going to help us in court.
Trucy:
It'll be fine! With my magic, I'll make sure the audience can't see the strings attached!
Apollo:
(It's not the audience, but the discerning eyes of the law I'm worried about...)
After clearing all Talk options:
Apollo:
So, I have to ask to make it official, but... will you let me defend you?
Trucy:
Yes! I'm counting on you! I don't want to have to cancel the show on its opening day!
Apollo:
Right! (She seems fine now.)
Athena:
*sniffle* Truuucyyyy! Let's wiiiin this triaaaal togetherrrr! *sob*
Apollo:
(Unlike some people...)
Apollo:
Well, we'd better get right to investigating. Come on, Athena. Wipe that nose and let's go.
Athena:
Excuse you! Do you see any snot on my face, Apollo?!
Apollo:
(Yeesh... Talk about an emotional roller coaster...)
Athena:
We'll need to investigate the stage at the Penrose Theater where the body was found.
Apollo:
Yeah... I hope no one will try to stop us.
Trucy:
If you're going to the Penrose Theater, can I ask you a favor?
Apollo:
Of course. What is it?
Trucy:
I left a very special notebook behind in my dressing room...
Apollo:
Sure. We can pick it up for you.
Trucy:
That notebook is really, REALLY important to me! I-I don't know WHAT I'd do if anybody read& it...! Nngh...
Apollo:
(W-Wow. I wonder what's in it...)
Trucy:
The notebook is in my blue handbag on the table. lt's big and black -- you can't miss it. Thanks in advance! And with that, I've gotta go. It seems they've got more questions for me.
Apollo:
All right. See you later, Trucy. (So, should we investigate the stage first, or go get the notebook...?)
Talk
Any ideas?
Athena:
It must be so hard for Trucy, yet you saw how bravely she held back her tears!
Apollo:
Maybe you should practice a little of that "bravely holding back your tears" thing, too. And by "maybe," I mean your nose is running again...
Athena:
Enough with the snot-shaming! Haven't you ever heard the song, "Into Each Life Some Boogers Must Fall"?!
Apollo:
...I'll take your word for it.
What to do
Athena:
We have to investigate the Penrose Theater from top to bottom! And talk to every single person involved as well!
Apollo:
Wow, you're really fired up!
Athena:
Of course! Trucy's entire future depends on this!
Apollo:
(The agency's entire financial future, too...)
Present
Anything else
Athena:
Oh, some evidence from the case? Well, too bad. I don't have a single thing to say about it!
Apollo:
And you're proud of that... why?
April 27Penrose Theater - Stage
Apollo:
Okay, let's get down to business...
Policeman:
Hey! What do you think you're doing?!
Apollo:
We're the attorneys for the defendant in this case. Is it all right if we examine the scene?
Policeman:
Of course it's not all right! I don't care if you're the defense or the president! No unauthorized investigations!
Apollo:
Aw, come on. It wouldn't kill you to let us take a little look around...
Policeman:
I said no! Now get out of here! Scram!
Athena:
I guess we'll just have to try and get permission from the lead detective.
Examine
Anywhere
Athena:
If we're real quiet and sneaky, maybe we can--
Policeman:
Hey, you kids! Don't touch the crime scene!
Apollo:
But we're the defendant's lawyers.
Policeman:
Big deal! You think that buys you some kind of special privilege or something?! If you try and touch anything again, I'm gonna arrest you!
Athena:
What if we give you a super discount coupon for when you need legal representation?
Policeman:
.........I said no!
Apollo:
(He actually thought about it for a second there...)
Athena:
I guess we'll have to find the lead detective and get permission after all.
April 27Penrose Theater
The person you are trying to call is not available. After the tone, please reco--
*beep*
Apollo:
Argh. I've tried calling Mr. Wright a hundred times, but he never picks up.
Athena:
We've left him some voicemails, so he'll probably call once he gets them.
Apollo:
He's going to flip out when he hears what happened to Trucy.
???:
Hey, this is the place -- the theater where that "magical murder" happened!
???:
Oh, yeah. Wonder if they brought the dead body out yet.
???:
I hear they already arrested the murderer. They say it's a young girl!
???:
Yeah, a high school student. Can you believe it? Kids these days.
Apollo:
What's with all the curious bystanders? They sure are kicking up a fuss.
Athena:
How dare they call Trucy a murderer?!
Widget:
They've got some nerve!
Apollo:
We can't let people think that about her. We have to defend her!
???:
Apollo? Is that you?
Apollo:
...E-Ema?
Ema:
It's sure been a while. How've you been?
Apollo:
Oh, can't complain. I haven't seen you in ages. ............ (Ema is not usually in the best of moods... ...so I never quite know what to do or say around her...) ...Well, we have some business to take care of, so I guess we'd better get going!
Ema:
Hey, wait a minute!
Apollo:
What? Was it something I said?
Ema:
You're darn right it's something you said! What's with you brushing me off like that? We've got heaps to catch up on! After all we've been through... You're not still mad at me about something, are you?
Apollo:
S-Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you...
Athena:
Who's this, Apollo? A distant cousin or something?
Apollo:
N-No, Ema's a detective I've had the, uh... pleasure of working with before.
Ema:
Hello. I'm Ema Skye, forensic investigator.
Apollo:
What? So you're finally a full-fledged forensic investigator?
Ema:
Yeah! I finally achieved my life-long dream! Look! I even have an official forensic investigator armband and everything!
Apollo:
That's great, Ema! I bet the exam was really hard, huh.
Ema:
Oh, it was a cinch!
Apollo:
Really? 'Cause I thought you said something about failing it over and over...
Ema:
Well, never mind that! The important thing is, I'm not a plain ol' detective anymore! So no more boring ol' investigations for me! I'm so happy, I could hug the whole world!
Apollo:
Coming from you, that's really something.
Ema:
Criminals beware! Fingerprinting, luminol testing, DNA analysis -- Ema Skye is raring to go, o bring it on!
Apollo:
(Wow. I guess it's "goodbye, grumpy clouds -- hello, fanatical sun.")
Athena:
She's very cheerful, isn't she? Is it because of the weather or something?
Apollo:
She sure wasn't like this before. She was pretty frustrated back when she was assigned to the Criminal Affairs Department. And she was always munching on chocolate Snackoos to relieve her stress.
Ema:
Snackoos and stress are a thing of the past. I've said goodbye to both of them.
Apollo:
And may you never have to see either again.
Ema:
By the way, are you two here because of the murder?
Apollo:
"Murder"? Don't you mean the "accident"?
Ema:
Oh. Then I guess you haven't heard. The case is being treated as a straight-up homicide now.
Apollo:
What?
Ema:
Just so you know, I heard that the prosecution is going to argue tomorrow that... ...Trucy outright murdered Mr. Reus.
Apollo:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Athena:
Are you kidding?! They're treating it as a murder?!
Apollo:
Ema! Please tell us everything you know!
Ema:
Of course! Anything to help Trucy!
Talk
The incident
Apollo:
Why is the case being treated as a homicide now, and not involuntary manslaughter?!
Ema:
Well, apparently... ...there's something that proves it was a straight-up homicide.
Apollo:
Well, that's vague. Do you know any of the details?
Ema:
N-No... I'm afraid that's all I was told...
Apollo:
Really? How come?
Ema:
Well, because the lead prosecutor is kind of a hard guy to read. Though maybe it's just a culture gap thing? Anyway, he's not one to really share his thoughts.
Apollo:
Wait, what do you mean by "culture gap"?
Ema:
I mean that he's a foreigner, so his way of going about things is different.
Apollo:
So who exactly am I up against tomorrow?
Ema
Apollo:
Congrats on finally becoming the forensic investigator you always wanted to be.
Ema:
Thanks! I failed that exam so many times, but I finally did it! I can finally use my forensics kit openly, whenever I want!
Apollo:
Oh, yeah. You used to have to stealth use a kit you sent away for.
Ema:
Oh, I still use that one, too. But now, it's more of a hobby kit. It's important to have hobbies too, you know.
Apollo:
So, basically, nothing's changed.
Ema:
Are you kidding? I don't have to worry about getting in trouble for taking fingerprints for fun now! It's positively life-changing! I can take all the prints I want!
Apollo:
A-Are you sure you're allowed to do that?
Ema:
Sure, I'm sure! I've been collecting all the prints I've taken into a personal database! Now, hold out your hands! I need to get your prints, too.
Apollo:
Just promise me you won't use them for evil...
Athena:
...I can't believe she took my prints, too, Apollo...
The prosecution (appears after "The incident")
Ema:
Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth has been reorganizing the prosecutor's office lately. As a part of that effort, he's gotten rid of a lot of corrupt prosecutors. So the prosecutor's office is looking pretty empty these days...
Apollo:
And that's how a foreign prosecutor got assigned to this case?
Ema:
That's part of it, yes. We were short on prosecutors, and this guy just happened to be visiting.
Apollo:
And what's the purpose of his visit?
Ema:
Well, some insurgents from the Kingdom of Khura'in are thought to be hiding out here. As an international prosecutor, he apparently came to investigate the matter personally.
Apollo:
So he's from the Kingdom of Khura'in?
Ema:
That's right. He's also a Khura'inist monk.
Apollo:
A monk? So how did he get assigned to this particular case anyway?
Ema:
It seems he's very devoted to furthering his studies as a prosecutor. He wanted to learn how crime scenes are investigated here, so he just showed up.
Apollo:
So he was just curious, huh.
Ema:
He looked the entire crime scene over quite earnestly... ...and just as everyone else was ready to call it a case of involuntary manslaughter...
"This is most certainly a murder, the cruel act of an impure soul."
Ema:
That's what he said. Just like that. Then he volunteered himself as the prosecutor for this case. With the shortage of prosecutors right now, the prosecutor's office was glad to have him.
Athena:
So Trucy was arrested for murder all because of this guy, huh?
Ema:
I have to say, he's definitely not your typical prosecutor. He says court is where a victim receives their last rites. Where the truth is revealed, the criminal is judged, and the victim's soul sees salvation... Receiving last rites in court allows the victim to finally rest in peace, or so he claims.
Athena:
So, to him, a trial is like performing funeral rites for the victim, huh?
Apollo:
That's certainly a unique way of looking at it...
Ema:
His name is... Nahyuta Sahdmadhi.
Apollo:
What?! Nahyuta... Sahdmadhi?!
Ema:
That's right. What, do you know him or something?
Apollo:
Oh, uh... I guess you could say I've heard of him...
Ema:
Yeah, well, he IS pretty famous.
Athena:
Really?
Ema:
Yes. They say he travels the world, solving difficult case after difficult case. Where there is a hard case to crack, he's called in to prosecute it.
Athena:
Wow. Sounds like he's going to be tough to beat.
Apollo:
(I... I can't believe this... I have to stand in court against... him?)
Ema:
He seems like a very kind and gentle person, though. He's very polite and understanding to everyone he talks to.
Apollo:
Huh. So he's a pretty agreeable guy, then?
Ema:
Yeah. He's bound to see what kind of person Trucy really is.
Athena:
But don't they hate defense attorneys in Khura'in? Would he even listen to what we have to say?
Ema:
I don't see why not. He certainly seems like the type of person who would.
Apollo:
Even so... do you think you could do us a favor, Ema? Could you tell Prosecutor Sahdmadhi about Trucy -- about what a good person she is?
Ema:
Of course. Leave it to me! I'll make him understand there's no way Trucy could've committed murder!
Athena:
I hope he listens to reason.
Apollo:
M-Me, too...
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ema:
It's been two years since we first met... ...but you're still just a newbie to me.
Apollo:
Hey, that's not fair! I'm not even the newest lawyer in our office anymore!
Athena:
Yup! That's Apollo and me -- just two newbies working our way up!
Ema:
Aww. Look at you two, the newbie duo. Must be nice, right, Apollo?
Apollo:
............
Anything else
Ema:
O-ho! Are you asking me to test that? .........Hey! Why are you putting it away?
Apollo:
(I can't... I just can't let her cover this in chemical reagents...)
After clearing all Talk options:
Athena:
This is looking pretty bad, Apollo... They're calling it a murder, and they've even got proof! What are we gonna do?
Apollo:
...Look on the bright side, that's what.
Athena:
Bright side? What bright side?
Apollo:
Well, the good thing about there being proof is that it has to point to the real killer. If we can find out who that is... ...we can prove Trucy's innocence!
Athena:
Oh! H-Hey, you're right...
Apollo:
Which means our objectives are clear. We have to find two things: proof of Trucy's innocence... ...and evidence of the true culprit's identity.
Athena:
You know what, Apollo? You're starting to give me a glimmer of hope!
Apollo:
(And that means there's only one thing to do...)
Apollo:
Ema, would it be all right if we investigate the scene?
Ema:
If I said no, you'd just do it behind my back anyway, right?
Apollo:
Ha ha ha... Would I do something like that? (Guess the jig is up.)
Ema:
Oh, all right. But I'd better come along. Who knows what sorts of mischief you'd get up to if I'm not there to keep an eye on you.
Athena:
"Mischief"? Sounds like Ema trusts you about as far as she can throw you, Apollo.
Ema:
He HAS been known to move things around at the scene of a crime, you know.
Apollo:
And what about you? You used to do all kinds of forensic tests on things without permission.
Ema:
There's nothing wrong with that! After all, forensics is ALWAYS on the side of justice!
Apollo:
How is that even remotely fair?!
April 27Penrose Theater - Dressing Room
Apollo:
(The dressing room looks just the way it did before the incident. All these items look kind of lonely without their owners...)
Athena:
We have to find Trucy's notebook for her.
Apollo:
Let's see. She said it would be in her blue handbag on the table, right? (We should see what else we can check out while we're here.)
Examine
Trucy's handbag
Apollo:
Oh, here's that handbag Trucy was talking about. (I feel a little funny about digging around in a girl's purse...) .........I guess it's okay to open it. After all, she DID ask us to.
Athena:
But not you, Apollo! Let me do it! Let's see... Huh? No, not this... What's this? Oh, wow! She has--?! Oh, Trucy! You are BAD!
Apollo:
What is it? I want to see, too.
Athena:
That's funny...She said it was a black notebook, right? But there's nothing like that in here.
Apollo:
Maybe Trucy was wrong about where she left it? Let's keep looking around for it.
Trucy's handbag (subsequent times)
Athena:
I can't believe you! You were just going to open a lady's bag without any consideration!
Apollo:
I-I did so give it consideration! Bagloads of it! It's just, well... Okay, I'll admit I was a bit curious...
Athena:
It only took seconds for your ethics and morals to crumble... ...giving way to a desire to satisfy your insatiable curiosity...
Apollo:
O-Objection! You don't have to make it sound so obscene!
Mr. Reus's props
Apollo:
Look at all of this stuff. They must belong to Mr. Reus.
Athena:
Wow, look at the colors on that briefcase. Do you think he carries that around with him on his time off?
Apollo:
Well, during his shows, he wears a mask to hide his identity. If he carried that briefcase around when he wasn't working, wouldn't it give him away?
Athena:
Ahh, but you've got to change gears and look at things in a different way at a time like this.
Apollo:
Oh, yeah? Meaning...?
Athena:
Well, what if Mr. Reus wore his full costume all the time -- even when he wasn't working? Then that briefcase wouldn't have given him away one bit!
Apollo:
Okaaaaay...
Athena:
Heh heh. I'm getting pretty good at this "turn your thinking around" stuff, huh?
Apollo:
(She's like a little kid who's learned a new trick and couldn't wait to try it out...)
Mr. Reus's props (after examining Trucy's handbag)
Athena:
I say we take a look through Mr. Reus's things, too.
Apollo:
Hey... Is that a notebook sticking out from behind his briefcase?
Athena:
You're right. It's practically screaming, "Over here! Look at me!"
Apollo:
Do you think it could be...? Oh, wow! Athena! Our hunch was right... It's Trucy's notebook!
Athena:
What's it doing mixed in with Mr. Reus's stuff?!
Apollo:
Good question.
Trucy's Notebook added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Hmm, it's locked. I guess that means we can't read it...
Apollo:
I wonder what kinds of secrets are in there to make her want to lock it.
Athena:
A girl her age needs her privacy! Besides, everybody has a secret or two they don't want others to know about.
Apollo:
If there's anything in there about kisses or crushes, I think Mr. Wright would cry.
Mr. Reus' props (subsequent times)
Athena:
What was Trucy's notebook doing in the middle of Mr. Reus's things?
Apollo:
The obvious assumption is that he was trying to steal it.
Athena:
But if he was, then why would he leave it sticking halfway out?
Apollo:
Maybe he was just a sloppy guy? I can think of a few people like that. (Like Mr. Wright, for example.)
Athena:
Hmm... If you say so... Takes one to know one, I guess.
Apollo:
...Say what now?
Posters
Apollo:
Trucy put some posters up, I see. Oh, here's one of Troupe Gramarye.
Athena:
"Troupe Gramarye: Magical Menagerie," huh? Looks like a bunch of folks dressed in outfits a bit too gaudy for their age, if you ask me...
Apollo:
But isn't that pretty much how all the best magicians dress?
Athena:
Was Troupe Gramarye really such a big deal back in the day?
Apollo:
I guess so. Everybody in the country knew them back then. They had great tricks... ...like making a building disappear, or escaping a safe dropped from a helicopter.
Athena:
Wow. I was in Europe at the time, so I had no idea. But if even YOU know about them, then they must've been really, really famous!
Apollo:
I used to see them a lot on TV. I think it was back when I was in junior high. The one in black was the original leader of Troupe Gramarye, Trucy's grandfather. His name was Magnifi Gramarye. The one in pink with the moustache -- that's Zak Gramarye, Trucy's late biological father.
Athena:
Oh! And look. There's Mr. Reus. So this poster's from back when he was a member of Troupe Gramarye, huh.
Apollo:
Trucy said he left the troupe after he was injured during a show or something, right?
Thirteen-Year-Old Poster added to the Court Record.
Dove
Apollo:
It's a dove. Trucy must use it in one of her tricks.
Athena:
Yeah. Hm? There's another birdcage next to it. I wonder what's in that one.
???:
Cooooooo cooooooo ka-choooooooo!
Athena:
............ Wh-What in the world was that?!
Rabbits
Athena:
Oh, look at the adorable little bunnies!
Apollo:
Rabbits, huh? I used to have a pet rabbit.
Athena:
Really? You? Ha ha ha ha ha! You sure don't look the type!
Apollo:
What do you mean?! What's wrong with me having a pet rabbit?!
Athena:
Aren't people who have rabbits as pets usually the quiet, sensitive type?
Apollo:
W-Well, pardon me for being so loud and insensitive.
Yellow flowers
Apollo:
Huh? Aren't these nine-tails flowers? You know, those flowers that only grow in Nine-Tails Vale?
Athena:
Oh, my goodness! You're right. There's a card here, and a letter to go with it. The card says, "Good luck, Trucy! From Damian and Jinxie Tenma."
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma and Jinxie, huh? What does the letter say?
Athena:
Let's see... Oh! There's a message for you in here, too! "Please tell Mr. Demon Lawyer I said thank you for everything. Thanks to him, I overcame my fears and now I'm not afraid of yokai anymore! And guess what? I've even become friends with yokai like Ittan Momen and Konaki Jiji!"
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. No matter what happens, I guess she'll never grow out of her demon obsession.
Red flowers
Athena:
Oh, these are from Prosecutor Gavin.
Apollo:
Roses, huh? How like him: pretentious.
Athena:
They might be pretentious, but you know what? He makes it work!
Apollo:
Hmph.
Athena:
Apollo, I've noticed this for a while now, but... ...you get awfully prickly when it comes to Prosecutor Gavin.
Apollo:
Y-You think so?
Athena:
I mean, don't hate him just because he's beautiful.
Apollo:
Th-That's not it at all!
White flowers
Apollo:
Hey, these flowers! They're from Lamiroir.
Athena:
Lamiroir...? Where have I heard that name before?
Apollo:
She's a famous singer. They call her the "Siren of the Ballad," and she's pretty popular.
Athena:
Why would a famous singer be sending Trucy flowers?
Apollo:
Well, we met her through a case I headed up once.
Athena:
Wow. Your circle of acquaintances is bigger than I thought.
Apollo:
(Lamiroir... I don't know why, but her songs really touch me for some reason... I hope she's doing well...)
Makeup or black suitcase
Athena:
Look at all this stuff. I bet it belongs to that bunny assistant we saw in the show.
Apollo:
Wow. That's a LOT of stuff. Does she really need all of that? I mean, I don't think I've ever seen so much makeup.
Athena:
When it comes to sheer number of items, your desk back at the office isn't any better.
Apollo:
Those things are the natural accumulation of two years of work, and they're all necessary.
Athena:
Really? Instant noodles and crackers?
Apollo:
Of course! I need those for when I have to stay at the office all night prepping a case.
Athena:
And the comic books, too?
Apollo:
Oh, um... O-Of course I need those, too. Manga these days are super realistic and informative. I need them for research...
Athena:
Uh-huh. I see. So you need to research street fighting and the funnies, do you?
Script
Apollo:
What's this? A script of the show? It says "Bonny,"so it must belong to that bunny assistant we saw in the show. You and I got to see the first two parts, up to the end of the 10:20 AM segment. But this "Mr. Reus's fire trick"... We didn't get to see that part.
Athena:
Yeah, because they canceled the show after the accident.
Apollo:
Hey, there's a note about the fire trick. "This will be dangerous. Make sure the fire bucket is ready!" Come to think of it, hen Mr. Reus turned into a dragon, it breathed fire, didn't it?
Athena:
Coin tricks and fire tricks were Mr. Reus's specialties. Maybe they had some big finale planned... ...where Mr. Reus and Trucy would face off in a grand magical showdown after his revival.
Show Script added to the Court Record.
Costumes
Apollo:
Look at all these costumes. I bet they're all Trucy's.
Athena:
Ooh, could you tell by the scent? Are you like, some kind of bloodhound or something?
Apollo:
I'm her "assistant," not her pet!
Present
Thirteen-Year-Old Poster
Athena:
It's a shame Troupe Gramarye won't ever be as they were back in their heyday...
Apollo:
Yeah... But I have every faith Trucy will restore the troupe to its former glory.
Athena:
And then you'll be REALLY busy as Trucy's assistant...
Apollo:
Yeah, I guess so...
Athena:
Wait, did you just agree with me?
Apollo:
(Ack! Why DID I agree?!)
Athena:
I guess it means you're finally settling into the role!
Apollo:
N- No, it doesn't!
Trucy's Notebook
Athena:
A mysterious, locked notebook... I wonder if there's anything about me in there! Like that one time I ate her pudding... I wonder if she was mad at me for doing that.
Apollo:
Don't worry. If there's one thing I know about Trucy, it's that... ...she's more mature than some people I know.
After examining Trucy's handbag then Mr. Reus's props, posters, and script:
Athena:
Well, we've examined just about everything, I think! Looking through other people's stuff was so thrilling -- like I'm doing something naughty!
Apollo:
I know what you mean. Just don't go poking around in my things at the office!
Athena:
Why? What do you have to hide?
Apollo:
(I don't think I like how her eyes lit up all of a sudden...) Anyway, we'd better get this notebook to Trucy.
Penrose Theater
Present
Thirteen-Year-Old Poster
Ema:
It's weird, but I keep running into the name "Troupe Gramarye" over the years.
Athena:
Maybe it's fate. Have you ever considered joining them? You could use your expertise in forensics to do scientific magic!
Ema:
You're not thinking of stuff like picking the right card using fingerprint powder, are you?
Apollo:
Ha ha ha! You can hardly call that "magic," Athena!
Athena:
A-ha ha... Yeah, I guess not...
Apollo:
(Looks like we hit the nail right on the head...)
April 27Penrose Theater - Stage
Apollo:
All right. Let's get down to investigating, shall we?
Ema:
Just make sure you don't move anything or I'll get in big trouble!
Apollo:
Fine. I promise... (...to only move the things I have to.)
Ema:
Well, I have my own investigation to conduct, but let me know if you need anything.
Apollo:
It's been a while since we've done any investigating.
Athena:
Well? What are we waiting for? Let's dive right in! You DO remember how to do this, right? If you don't, I can give you a quick rundown.
Apollo:
(Should I have Athena give me a rundown?)
Guess I should
Apollo:
Yeah, I guess I could use a refresher course.
Athena:
Then take a seat, Mr. Justice! Professor Cykes here's gonna learn you a thing or two!
Apollo:
Oh, brother. What did I get myself into?
Athena:
Do you remember how to go about examining a crime scene?
Apollo:
Let's see. I just touch whatever I want to examine, right? Either that, or I can place the cursor over it and press [A]. How'd I do?
Athena:
Hrmph, hrmph. I suppose that's acceptable. What else do you know about examining?
Apollo:
If I recall correctly, we can also take a closer look at certain notable areas or objects.
Athena:
Ten points to House Justice! Now, do you know how to change perspectives?
Apollo:
Touch the arrows on the Touch Screen, press left or right on [D-Pad], right? By changing our perspective, we might even find some new evidence.
Athena:
Marvelous, Apollo! Top of the class! I'm proud to have such a model student! And thanks to you,& Professor Cykes here just remembered how to investigate, too!
Apollo:
You could've just asked!
I'm okay
Apollo:
Don't worry about me! I've got it all locked away in the vault up here!
Athena:
And I'm sure it'll all come back to me, too, as we go along.
Apollo:
...Wait, wasn't it YOU who just offered to give ME a rundown?
Examine
Backdrop
Apollo:
Oh, hey. This is a curtain. I wonder what's behind it.
Ema:
The backstage area. There's magic equipment and stuff like that back there.
Apollo:
............ (I'll open it a crack and check it out later...)
Ema:
...You weren't thinking of opening that curtain, were you?
Apollo:
Wh-Who me? Ha... ha ha! Would I ever do a thing like that? (Rats. Guess I'll have to ask her to open it for me later.)
Camera
Apollo:
That video camera is pointed right at the stage. I wonder what it recorded? I want to take a peek, but Ema would...
Ema:
Wow... This residue data is so fascinating! Hee hee hee!
Apollo:
(She's so fixated on that bloodstain data, her eyes are getting bloodshot...)
Athena:
Quick, Apollo -- while Ema's off in forensics fantasyland... ...let's see what's recorded on the camera!
Apollo:
It's the same video we saw on TV where you can't see the body at all.
Athena:
Apollo, did you notice a strange shadow in that footage?
Apollo:
No, why?
Athena:
I don't think it was my imagination, but I'm pretty sure I saw something...
Apollo:
(A strange shadow, huh? I wonder what it was.)
Camera (subsequent times)
Apollo:
I want to take another look at that footage, but Ema's right there.
Athena:
You just leave this one to me -- Athena Cykes: Human Whisperer! Oh, Eeemaaaaa! Could you teach me how to find fingerprints?
Ema:
Could I ever! I like your moxy, girl! Here, now watch carefully. What you do is...
Apollo:
(Nice work, Athena! Now's my chance...)
Apollo:
(I really want to check out that shadow. I sure wish I could take this video with me, but I guess I'd better not...)
Sword stand
Apollo:
There's a sword here... It's covered in blood. Must be the murder weapon.
Athena:
Trucy said she was sure she switched it out with the rubber sword.
Apollo:
Unfortunately, this one certainly doesn't look like it's made of rubber... Hey, Ema? Were there any fingerprints on the sword?
Ema:
Let's see... According to my data... ...no prints were found. But that could be because the culprit wiped them off.
Apollo:
(Come to think of it, Trucy was wearing gloves during the show. So she certainly wouldn't have left any prints either...)
Body outline
Apollo:
A white outline, huh? So this is where the body was.
Athena:
What exactly did it look like just after the incident occurred, I wonder?
Ema:
Oh, I have a photo of the crime scene. Here you go.
Athena:
Oh, wow... It looks like he was stabbed in the back.
Ema:
Yes, that's definitely what killed him.
Apollo:
What's this thing around his waist?
Ema:
It's a stunt harness. A stunt wire can be attached to it so the person can float and fly through the air.
Apollo:
Come to think of it he did fly in Act One, didn't he.
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Front of dragon prop
Apollo:
This is what they call a "set piece." It's a piece of the onstage scenery. It suddenly fell down after the body was revealed, if I remember correctly.
Athena:
Just as the brave heroine screams, the spell on the dragon breaks... Losing its wings, the dragon falls to the ground... That moment marked the collapse of Trucy's magical kingdom...
Apollo:
Magic, huh... Yeah, sure. The timing was so perfect, I'd be genuinely surprised if it was magic.
Back of dragon prop
Athena:
Wow, this dragon is a lot more handmade than I expected.
Apollo:
Yeah, well... I can't tell you how many hours I put into that freaking thing.
Athena:
What? You made it?!
Apollo:
Trucy had me help put it together. You know, as her "assistant"...
Athena:
...She has you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she.
Apollo:
(Trucy's smile has some kind of magical power that makes it impossible to say no...)
Box with swords
Athena:
Ooh! I've seen something like this before! It's like that game where you stick swords into a barrel until a little man inside pops up.
Apollo:
Huh, that doesn't sound like any game I've ever heard of.
Athena:
Really? It's pretty famous in Europe... Did you have ANYTHING to play with as a kid?
Apollo:
Oh, you know us simple Americans -- we're happy with just a hoop and a stick.
Zig-zag box
Athena:
We have one of these in the office, too, don't we?
Apollo:
Yeah, that poor magic prop we use as a shelving unit. I'd kinda like to see Trucy perform this trick sometime...
Athena:
Well, we both know you'd be the one in the box if she ever did.
Apollo:
I feel bad for the prop, but... ...it can stay a shelving unit, in that case.
Ema
Apollo:
Um, Ema, can I ask you a question?
Ema:
Shh! This is the best part!
Apollo:
(She won't even look this way.)
Ema:
Ooh, what great prints! Another set for my collection! Hee hee hee!
Athena:
She, uh... certainly seems to enjoy her work, doesn't she?
Coffin
Apollo:
So this is the coffin the dead body appeared from.
Ema:
I actually haven't examined that yet. Would you two mind giving me a hand?
Athena:
No sweat!
Apollo:
Trucy said the coffin was supposed to be empty when she stabbed it. So how did the victim even get in there?
Athena:
I bet there's a secret door or something.
Apollo:
It sure is an oddly shaped thing, isn't it? Who knew it could unfold into something like this?
Ema:
Well, I heard that since it's used for magic tricks... ...the left and right panels are made to be interchangeable. How that helps with magic tricks, though, I have no idea.
Apollo:
I'm sure they make use of it in some way we can't even imagine.
Coffin (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Let's check it out up close.
Coffin back
Athena:
Apollo, look! There's a secret door in the back panel of the coffin. Do you think Mr. Reus could have entered the coffin through there?
Apollo:
If he could've done it without Trucy noticing, then maybe.
Athena:
It's like two magicians trying to out-magic one another right under each other's noses.
Coffin back (Again)
Apollo:
There's a secret door in the back panel of the coffin, too. I wonder if Mr. Reus entered the coffin through there?
Coffin bottom
Apollo:
Wait a minute. It looks like the bottom of the coffin opens, too.
Athena:
Ooh, a secret door! Let's try opening it!
Apollo:
Well, look at that...
Athena:
It seems to lead to someplace under the stage.
Ema:
That's right. It goes to the understage passage.
Athena:
It's pitch-black down there... Hold on. I think I see something glowing faintly. It's hard to make ANYTHING out from up here.
Ema:
If you try to go down there, the magicians will get mad at you. Apparently, there are things down there that will give away the secrets behind their tricks.
Athena:
Well, that sucks. It's all right there and we can't even check it out?
Apollo:
We're definitely gonna have to examine that understage passage at some point, though.
Coffin bottom (Again)
Apollo:
So this is how Trucy pulled her Great Escape trick off, huh. She went through this hole and down into the understage passage.
Athena:
Looking at it like this, the trick seems so simple.
Apollo:
I remember Trucy saying once that... ...making a simple trick seem mysterious and magical is the hallmark of a great magician.
Athena:
Kind of like how pulling off the most amazing bluffs is the hallmark of a great lawyer, huh!
Present
Crime Photo
Athena:
The victim was a popular magician, "The Great Mr. Reus"...
Apollo:
Was this Mr. Reus really all that famous?
Athena:
Yeah -- he was especially well-known for his "time reversal" tricks. He could turn even a fully-grown chicken back into a baby chick!
Apollo:
Wow. I wish I could've seen that...
After investigating dragon and sword stand
Apollo:
Something isn't right... It just doesn't make any sense...
Athena:
What's the matter, Apollo? You're making that weird thinking face again.
Apollo:
(How did what should have been a rubber sword get switched with a metal one? Plus, the timing of that dragon set piece falling down... Wasn't that just a little too convenient? Something just isn't sitting right.)
Athena:
Ground control to Major Apollo! Can you hear me, Major Apollo?
Apollo:
...Athena! I think I've got it! I think somebody switched Trucy's rubber sword for the metal one.
Athena:
Huh?
Apollo:
To pin the murder on her.
Athena:
Someone switched the swords? But when could they have done that?
Apollo:
When everyone was too busy to notice. Somebody could have switched Trucy's rubber sword with a metal one...
Right before the trick
Apollo:
They could've switched the swords right before Trucy's trick.
Athena:
What? But wouldn't that mean... ...Trucy herself stabbed the victim with the metal sword?
Apollo:
...Exactly. And that's why it COULDN'T have been right before Trucy's trick. Very good, Athena. You managed to avoid my little trap.
Athena:
...Apollo, do you really think you can pull the wool over my eyes so easily?
Apollo:
H-Heh, heh... There's no fooling you, is there...?
Athena:
Could the swords have been switched at some other point in time?
Leads back to:
"Somebody could have switched Trucy's rubber sword with a metal one..."
After the set piece fell
Leads to:
"After the set piece fell, everybody in the audience was kicked out of the theater."
During Trucy's trick
Apollo:
During Trucy's trick, maybe?
Athena:
Hmm... And how would they have done that?
Apollo:
Well, they would just... Er... Hmm... ...If I knew how they did it, I could be a magician, too.
Athena:
In other words, you have absolutely no idea. I think it would've been pretty hard to switch them during the trick.
Apollo:
Well, in that case...
Leads back to:
"Somebody could have switched Trucy's rubber sword with a metal one..."
Apollo:
After the set piece fell, everybody in the audience was kicked out of the theater. In the ensuing chaos, somebody could have carried out a cover-up operation. Any one of the stagehands or show personnel could've done it before the police arrived.
Athena:
So what you're saying is... ...somebody's actively trying to frame Trucy for the crime?
Apollo:
Yes, some disgusting individual is trying to get away with murder.
Athena:
So it's someone related to the show...
Apollo:
There's definitely a very high chance of that. (Now, if we could just figure out who it is...)
Apollo:
Let's see. What else do we need to do on this stage? Ema, did you find any fingerprints on the coffin?
Ema:
Actually, I haven't checked yet. I was going to do that at the end. I like to save the best for last!
Apollo:
Uh, we aren't exactly talking about dessert here.
Ema:
Oh, but we are! Would you like to partake in my delicious dessert? I don't mind sharing.
Athena:
Oh, yes, please! There's always room for dessert, right?!
Apollo:
All right... I guess I'll join you two.
Apollo:
So, could you show us how you check for prints, Ema?
Ema:
Sure. Let's start with the basics. As you know, fingerprints are an excellent way of identifying someone. That's because no two people have the same set of fingerprints -- not even twins.
Apollo:
So if we find any prints on the coffin, they might lead us to the killer.
Ema:
If the culprit was dumb enough to leave prints behind -- sure. Let's go ahead and dust for prints now. Let's see... This looks like a promising spot. Try dusting the area with fingerprint powder. Keep tapping the Touch Screen until the powder covers the surface thoroughly. When you're done, blow into the mic to get rid of the excess powder. The powder in this bottle is all we have to work with. If you run out, try blowing into the mic. Any excess powder will be returned to the bottle.
Apollo:
All right. I think I'm ready to give it a try.
Ema:
You found some prints. Looks like the fingers of somebody's left hand. Now, let's try comparing these with the ones we have on file. First, touch "Analyze" (L) to select a print. Next, select the print you want to analyze and touch "Confirm" (X).
Apollo:
I've got a pretty clear print here. I wonder whose it is.
Ema:
I have the prints of everyone involved in the case right here. Just choose the person whose prints you'd like to compare the sample against.
Apollo:
Well, the last person who was in the coffin was...
The Great Mr. Reus
Leads to:
"Bingo."
Anyone else
Ema:
...You seriously thought THAT was the last person in the coffin?
Apollo:
I just wanted to see what would happen if I picked the wrong person, that's all.
Ema:
Yeah, right. Anyway... If you're done with your little experiment, would you care to try again?
Apollo:
Yes, please... Let's see...
Leads back to:
"Well, the last person who was in the coffin was..."
Ema:
Bingo. Looks like the prints belong to the deceased, Mr. Reus.
Apollo:
Well, if we found prints here... ...maybe we can find them elsewhere on the coffin, too. (Guess I'll try dusting for more prints.)
Analyze
Print
Leads to:
"There. I found some!"
No print
Apollo:
Doesn't look like there are any prints here.
Too much powder
Ema:
There's too much powder stuck to this print, making it impossible to analyze. Let's use a different, clearer print.
Too little powder
There's not enough powder on this print -- it's too faint to analyze. Let's use a different, clearer print.
Apollo:
There. I found some!
Ema:
These prints are apparently Mr. Reus's, too. Shall we try looking for prints on the outside of the coffin now?
Apollo:
Yes, let's.
Ema:
This time, you'll be able to rotate the coffin and look at it from different angles. That'll give you a chance to examine it thoroughly. If you ever get stuck or confused... ...you can always touch "Reset."
Apollo:
Okay. And if I find any prints, I'll choose one to run against your data -- just like before.
Analyze
First print on lid
Apollo:
I found another print! Judging from its position and location... ...it might've been made when someone put this lid on the coffin. Let's see, now... There was one part during the show where someone put this lid on... ...after Trucy had gotten into the coffin. Therefore, this print should belong to...
Bonny
Ema:
Looks like the print belongs to that bunny girl.
Athena:
Come to think of it... ...she DID put the lid on the coffin during the show.
Apollo:
That's probably when she left her print on the lid.
Trucy
Apollo:
No good, huh...
Athena:
Because Trucy was wearing gloves, remember? She couldn't have left any prints.
Apollo:
Right. Let's see... The person who closed the coffin with this lid during the show was...
Anyone else
Apollo:
Guess it wasn't that person.
Ema:
Since the print is on the lid of the coffin... ...it's got to be someone who had a chance to touch it.
Apollo:
Right. Let's see... The person who closed the coffin with this lid during the show was...
Second print on lid
Apollo:
This print must also be from when the lid was placed on the coffin.
Ema:
Which means it must belong to that bunny assistant, too.
Print on top
Apollo:
There. I got a print!
Ema:
All right. I'll just check it against my data... Huh? That's funny. It doesn't match the prints of anyone involved in this case.
Apollo:
Really? None of them? (How can that be?)
After analyzing print
Apollo:
Now, then. wonder if I can find any more prints...
Print (again)
Apollo:
I already checked this print.
Palm print
Apollo:
How's this, Ema?
Ema:
That print is from the base of the palm. You want to get prints from the fingers or the thumb, so why don't you give it another try?
Too much powder
Ema:
There's still too much powder left on this print. Try blowing some more of it off.
Too little powder
Ema:
This print is too faint for analysis. Try applying some more powder to it.
Ema:
It looks like that's about all the prints we're going to find. To sum everything up, the prints we found belong to... ...the victim Mr. Reus, the bunny assistant Bonny... ...and some third, unidentified person.
Athena:
But that's strange. We didn't see anybody else up there on that stage during the show... Does this mean some outsider was up there -- somebody unrelated to the show?
Apollo:
Hmm... I guess we can't really say at this point...
Ema:
Well, thank goodness we didn't find any of Trucy's fingerprints, right?
Apollo:
(But that's only because Trucy was wearing gloves.) Hey, Ema, there's something else that's been bothering me about the prints... Don't you think there's something odd about Mr. Reus's prints?
Ema:
Odd? What's odd about them?
Apollo:
Well, if Mr. Reus was standing in the coffin facing forward... ...he would've left prints like this, right? But when we look at the actual prints... ...they're facing backwards. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
Ema:
Hey, what do you know! You're right! I wonder how they wound up like that.
Athena:
Maybe he was accidentally facing the wrong way at first, but then turned around later?
Apollo:
No, the coffin is much too small for a guy his size to turn around in. About all he would've been able to manage is maybe a little bit of twisting.
Athena:
Then it really doesn't make any sense, does it!
Apollo:
(I think I might've hit on something major here...) ......Oh, I have just one more question, Ema.
Ema:
Oh, yeah? What is it?
Apollo:
Mr. Reus was stabbed in the back, right? But if he was standing in the coffin like this... ...how would that have worked?
Ema:
Oh, right. That. The lead prosecutor has an explanation, actually. He thought that the victim might've tried to dodge the sword as it came into the coffin... ...so maybe he twisted his body and the sword ended up stabbing him in the back. That's his theory, anyway.
Apollo:
I see... (I guess that sounds plausible...)
Fingerprinting Results added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
Well, guess that about wraps up our investigation of the stage.
Athena:
Actually... there's still the area behind that curtain... Don't you want to know what's back there?
Apollo:
Sure do. But Ema told us not to move or touch anything, remember? ............
Ema:
............Would you quit staring at me?! Fine. I'll go open it for you.
Athena:
Wow, look at you, flaunting your lady-killer eyes.
Apollo:
A-ha ha. I have my ways!
Ema:
I'm only doing this so I won't get charged with animal abuse for not throwing you a bone.
Athena:
I guess puppy eyes can be just as effective.
Apollo:
............
Ema:
All right, I'll be back. Well, go on and investigate to your hearts' content. But before you go moving anything...
Apollo:
I know, I know -- we'll be sure to ask first.
Ema:
Oh, by the way... Just "Examine" the backstage to move to the area beyond the curtain.
Apollo:
(Okay! Time to get investigating!)
Examine
Backstage
Athena:
Seeing the stage this way kind of breaks the illusion, doesn't it?
Apollo:
It just goes to show that some things are better left unseen.
Athena:
Ooh, listen to you -- sounding all grown-up and stuff!
Apollo:
Don't worry. I'm sure you'll have some cynical one-liners of your own someday, too.
Athena:
Oh, boy... I can't wait.
Apollo:
Anyway, on to more pressing matters. Let's go examine the backstage area.
Backstage (Again)
Apollo:
Back to the backstage.
Winch (If first examined before investigating the catwalk)
Athena:
What is this thing?
Apollo:
It's a winch. I'm guessing they used it to pull Mr. Hat up. Oh, look. There are two winches -- one back there, and one up here.
Ema:
Apparently, each winch was rigged up to something different. One of them was used to hold up the dragon set piece... ...while the other was connected to that weird puppet up in the catwalk.
Apollo:
A "weird puppet," huh? (We'd better go check out the catwalk later.)
Winch (Again, before investigating the catwalk)
Apollo:
Of the two winches, one is connected to the dragon set piece......while the other seems to be connected to the weird puppet on the catwalk. Guess we'll have to go up there to check it out eventually.
Winch (If first examined after investigating the catwalk)
Athena:
What is this thing?
Apollo:
It's a winch. I'm guessing they used it to pull Mr. Hat up. Oh, look. There are two winches -- one back there, and one up here.
Ema:
Apparently, each winch was rigged up to something different. One of them was used to hold up the dragon set piece... ...while the other was connected to that weird puppet up in the catwalk.
Apollo:
I think you mean Mr. Hat, Ema.
Winch (Again, after investigating the catwalk)
Apollo:
The wires from the winches have been pulled up through the catwalk. One of them is connected to the dragon... ...while the other is connected to Mr. Hat.
Bucket
Athena:
A dustpan, a broom, and a bucket. Guess they use these to keep the stage tidy.
Apollo:
I doubt that's what this bucket is for, though. See how it says "FIRE" on it?
Athena:
Oh. I guess it's a fire bucket, then.
Ema:
Yes, I heard the theater owner went out and bought that just for this show. When he heard there was going to be a fire trick, he flew to the store to get it.
Apollo:
But can a little bucket like this really put out a raging fire?
Ema:
I'm guessing the owner thought it could.
Athena:
But it doesn't look like it's been used. In fact, the inside is caked with dust. What was the point of even buying the bucket, then?!
Apollo:
(Wait a minute. That means nobody actually prepared for the fire trick after all... Hmm... I have a feeling this might be an important bit of information...)
Fire Bucket added to the Court Record.
Backstage coffin
Apollo:
Hey, there's a coffin back here, too. It looks like there's a stuffed dragon inside.
Athena:
No wait, look. It's just an illusion. See? The dragon looks like it's inside... ...but it's really just painted on the front lid.
Apollo:
Oh, wow! You're right! That's really something else.
Athena:
If the show hadn't been canceled, we might've gotten to see this trick, too, huh.
Guillotine
Athena:
It's a guillotine. But it's not real -- it's just another one of Trucy's props.
Apollo:
I wonder if it was supposed to appear in the show.
Athena:
Huh? You mean she didn't mention it to you? She said you were going to make a guest appearance onstage for her guillotine trick.
Apollo:
No! I'd DEFINITELY remember not agreeing to something like losing my head on national TV!
Understage
Apollo:
There's a sign here that says "Understage." I bet these stairs go to the understage area.
Athena:
Trucy told me she and her fellow magicians call it "the Abyss." I wonder why?
Apollo:
Who knows. Maybe because it's really dark down there or something.
Athena:
Ooh, I bet they've got all kinds of magical goodies stashed away down there. C'mon! Let's go check it out! Huh? The door's locked. The entrance to the abyss is barred to mere mortals like us, huh?
Apollo:
Oh, well. That's what you call "a swing and abyss."
Ladder
Athena:
It looks like this ladder leads to the catwalk overhead.
Apollo:
(Do I really have to go up there...?) Why don't you go on up and check it out, Athena? I'm sure you'll like the air up there.
Athena:
Huh? Where in the world did you get that idea fro... Waaait a minute... Are you saying I'm an airhead?! How rude can you get?!
Apollo:
A-ha ha... That's not what I'm saying at all. Now, up you go! I'll just wait down here...
Athena:
...Okay, NOW I'm starting to get the picture. You're afraid of heights, aren't you, Apollo?
Apollo:
!
Athena:
Come on, now! This is for Trucy. She NEEDS us, so up to the catwalk we go!
Apollo:
(W-Well, guess it's time to put on my big-boy pants...)
Leads to:
"............"
Apollo:
............
Athena:
Are you all right, Apollo? You're white as a sheet.
Apollo:
Ha, ha ha! I'm F-F-FINE! (Don't look down, Justice. Don't look down.)
Athena:
Those green things over there look like cushions. I guess one of them was used to absorb the force of impact when Mr. Hat zipped into it. Let's go check it out.
Apollo:
(W- Way over there...?!)
Examine
Large pulley
Apollo:
Wow. That's a big pulley! Looks like it's connected to one of the winches down below.
Athena:
The dragon set piece must've been hanging from this.
Small pulley
Apollo:
It looks like Mr. Hat is rigged to this smaller pulley. Let's see... How did it go? After being blown a kiss, Mr. Hat goes wild and... ...just as he's about to stab the coffin, he gets pulled up to the catwalk... ...and the smokescreen was to hide his ascent from the audience's view.
Set pieces
Athena:
These set pieces look like a rabbit and a moon. Although... they kinda look like they could be a duck and a croissant, too... What do they look like to you, Apollo?
Apollo:
.........The Grim Reaper, and a guy falling to his death.
Athena:
C'mon, let's wrap up this investigation before your imagination catches up with you.
Cushions
Athena:
Hey, look! There are cushions attached to the underside. Well, what are you standing way over there for? Come on over and look!
Apollo:
You're not gonna try and push me off, are you?!
Athena:
Seriously, Apollo? C'mon, you'll be fine. Here, do you want me to hold your hand?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, actually... if you wouldn't mind... Looks like you're right... And Trucy mentioned something about this, didn't she? That a cushion was supposed to absorb the force of impact when Mr. Hat was pulled up.
Mr. Hat
Athena:
Hm? What's that? Look, Apollo! It's Mr. Hat!
Apollo:
He's attached to a wire. Actually, didn't Trucy say something like: They quickly raise Mr. Hat up by wire... ...into a cushion on the catwalk.
Athena:
Maybe the stagehands pulled Mr. Hat up and left him here afterwards?
Apollo:
That wire attached to his back... It looks like it's connected to one of the winches down below. Huh? Mr. Hat's cape is ripped. Did that happen during the show? That's odd... It almost looks like... it was slashed with a blade... How in the world did that happen?
Athena:
Apollo, I see that you're trying to take this all in stride, and I respect that... ...but seriously, you're trembling like a newborn fawn up here!
Widget:
Get it together, man!
Apollo:
I-I can't help it!
Athena:
Well, I think that about does it for the catwalk. Do you think we missed anyth--?
Apollo:
Nope! Uh-uh! Didn't miss a single thing! We're all done here, yes siree!
Athena:
...I take it you're ready to go down?
Apollo:
Yeah, I think we'd better. I feel a fainting spell coming on...
Athena:
Oh, brother. You don't need me to hold your hand again, do you?
Ema:
All done?
Apollo:
Pretty much. There's just one thing: The door to the understage passage was locked. Any way we can get down there?
Ema:
That place? They locked it up as soon as we police finished our investigation down there. If you want to check it out, you'll have to ask a magician.
Apollo:
Well, Trucy's at the detention center, so she can't help us. I guess we'll have to look for somebody else from the show.
Ema:
Okay. And I'd better get back to my own investigation. See you around.
Apollo:
It's too bad about the understage area, but at least we learned a few things.
Athena:
Yeah, like one of your greatest fears, heh heh!
Apollo:
I-I wasn't talking about that... I meant how all the behind-the-scenes stuff is set up. Let's see...& We found out there are two winches backstage. Mr. Hat was rigged to the first winch... ...and the dragon set piece was attached to the other one.
Athena:
And both of them were used during the show. Right after the body was discovered, the dragon set piece fell to the stage.
Apollo:
And in the chaos that ensued... ...the culprit could have switched the rubber sword with the real one. (So it looks like the best way to prove Trucy's innocence... ...is to identify the real killer.)
???: 
What a complete and utter mess! This is all great! Just great! That Wright kid is bush league, small potatoes -- a half-grown has-been!
Apollo:
Hm? (There's somebody on the stage. I wonder who it is and what they're doing. Maybe we should go talk to them.)
Examine
Man
Apollo:
Excuse me. Are you connected to the show?
???:
What, you two got a couple more headaches for me to handle? I got my hands full as it is.
Apollo:
(Hey, I remember this guy...)
???:
Hey, you there! What the heck's going on?! They wouldn't even let ME in. ME, for crying out loud!
Staff:
Oh, Mr. Retinz! There was an accident during the show.
Retinz:
An accident? Great, just great. That's all I need right now. Do you have any idea how much money we're sinking into this program?!
Apollo:
(It's that man who was going off at the staff in front of the theater.)
Retinz:
I ain't never seen you guys before. If I had to& guess,& I'd say you're not production staff. Hm What's that I spy with my little eye? An attorney's badge...? Well how dooo you dooo! I didn't know you fine folks were laaawyers! My business card, if you would. Chaaarmed to make your acquaintance, I'm suuure!
Apollo:
Oh, uh, thank you. So you're from the TV station I take it?
Retinz:
Sharp as a tack, you are! I'm the producer of this TV special -- all myyyy idea, by the way.
Apollo:
I'm Apollo Justice, Trucy Wright's defense attorney.
Retinz:
...Trucy Wright's....? Well ain't that a kick in the head. How about you open with that tidbit next time, champ?
Apollo:
Uh, okay? (What happened to the schmoozy magoo bit?)
Retinz:
I'm Roger Retinz. Hold the applause! And no autographs, kids -- I'm on the clock.
Athena:
Apollo, this guy looks reeeeally familiar, but I can't quite...
Retinz:
Really, kid? Then try this on for size... Hang loose, baby!
Athena:
"Hang loose, baby"? ......*gasp!* Apollo! It's the Ratings Rajah! From Take-2 TV! He's huge! CRAZY HUGE! Like a real famous producer!
Apollo:
Really? I've never heard of him.
Retinz:
Seriously, man? What kind of cave did you crawl out of? "Roger Retinz, the Ratings Rajah -- Titan of the TV screen!" Still not ringing a bell?! You ain't seen my hit Saturday night talk show at 8 PM eastern, 7 PM central?
Apollo:
Uh, no. I can't say that I have.
Retinz:
You're blowing my mind, kid. You even know what a TV is? Say it with me: "Teh-leh-vi-sion."
Apollo:
...Um, do you mind if I ask you a few questions about the incident?
Retinz:
No, no, no! What kind of comeback is that?! Grow some backbone, kid! I basically lobbed that one at you. Now hit me with your best barb! Viewers'll love that! C'mon -- you gotta sell it!
Apollo:
Sell what...?
Retinz:
Say something funny for the nice people at home! Go on, hit me with your best shot!
Apollo:
M-My "best shot"?!
Retinz:
We're rolling here! Hurry up before they change the channel! Chop, chop!
Apollo:
Uh, okay... Here goes... "T-Talk to the hand! KA-POW!"
Athena:
............"Ka-pow"? Really? And why are you pointing all dramatically like we're in court?
Apollo:
I-I dunno... It just seemed like the thing to do... Ha ha ha...
Athena:
............
Apollo:
...Ha ha... Heh.
Athena:
............Apollo...
Retinz:
Oof! That's going in the cringe reel for sure. I think we can all agree that was a mistake.
Apollo:
(Ugh. If I choked any harder I'd need the Heimlich maneuver.)
Retinz:
I blame myself, really. Should've known better than to waste good film on a nobody. ...So, you wanted an exclusive or what?
Talk
Roger Retinz
Apollo:
Today's magic show was being broadcast live on TV, wasn't it? And you were the producer, right?
Retinz:That's right. Rising Magic Star versus Old-School Gramarye -- it was gonna be wild! We were gonna have viewers vote for their favorite magician during the show. And the loser would've had a really embarrassing prank done to them. It was gold, I tell you! Guaranteed ratings!
Apollo:
I don't know... It sounds kind of tacky, if you ask me.
Retinz:
I'm telling you, man -- modern viewers eat this stuff up with a spoon! Trust me! All we gotta do is serve it up nice and hot. A feast for the eyes!
Apollo:
(More like junk food for the brain.)
Retinz:
But that little brat had to go and ruin everything with that accident of hers! You have any idea how many times they dragged me over here to prepare for today?!
Apollo:
(Hmm... He must know this theater pretty well if he came by that often...)
Retinz:
Ooh! That gives me an idea! How 'bout this?! "Mad Mindscape of a Magical Murderess! Closest Comrades Come Clean!" Tell me, has Trucy always shown signs of being unhinged? When could you tell she was about ready to snap?
Retinz [on cue card]:
GIVE ME THE LOWDOWN!
Athena:
This guy's cruisin' for a bruisin', Apollo!
Apollo:
As long as you don't get caught on camera...
Retinz:Truth be told, I'm not surprised about the way things turned out. Magicians are pretty much the dregs of society, am I right?
Apollo:
What's that supposed to mean?
The incident
Apollo:
What were you doing at the time of the incident?
Retinz:
Shooting a show in the station's studio. We had a whole bunch of girls in bikinis wrestle each other for the camera.
Apollo:
So you didn't see the accident as it actually happened?
Retinz:
That's right. That's why I was shocked when I first got here.
Apollo:
(So he didn't hear about the accident until he arrived, huh?)
Retinz:
...I'm guessing what you really want to know is whether or not I have an alibi, am I right? My staff at the TV studio can vouch for me. Why not go there and ask them yourself? You can give 'em my card, and they'll let you in.
Apollo:
So you have an alibi, huh? Good to know.
Magicians (After Roger Retinz)
Retinz:
Magicians are all a bunch of good-for-nothings, if you ask me! Con artists and thieves is what they are! They trick people and take their money!
Apollo:
............ (Coming from you, that's rich, pal.)
Athena:
Magic tricks aren't the same as con jobs, you know!
Apollo:
That's right! The people watching never feel like they've been cheated!
Retinz:
"Lawyers spout hypocritical nonsense. Big surprise there, lol" ...Aaaand "Post"!
Athena:
Did he just post about us in real time?!
Retinz:
Those Gramaryes are all criminals! It's in their blood. Trucy Wright ain't no different! That girl is no good! She may look all sweet and innocent, but she's a stone-cold killer!
Athena:
Don't you dare talk about Trucy like that! You don't know the first thing about her! You won't find a sweeter, harder-working girl anywhere, period!
Retinz:
Ha ha ha! She's got the wool pulled over your eyes, I see!
Apollo:
What in the world are you talking about?
Retinz:
You'll see! I'll dig up the dirt and expose the dark heart behind that sweet smile. I'll prove those Gramarye magicians are all a bunch of low-lifes.
Apollo:
(Does he have a grudge against Trucy? Or maybe against all of Troupe Gramarye?)
Retinz:
TV is a window to the truth! It's not like that magic stuff, or the streetwise charlatans that perform it!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Here. Take a look at this.
Retinz:
What are you showing me that for? What, you want me to do a special on you guys? "It's a Lawyer-ful Life: Justice in the Courtroom!"
Apollo:
That doesn't sound half-bad, actually...
Athena:
Plus, it'd get some publicity for the agency! Count us in, Mr. Retinz!
Retinz:
All right, then let's jump right into it. Eh-hem. "What made you decide to become lawyers?"
Retinz [on cue card]:
SAY SOMETHING DUMB!!
Apollo:
Huh? S-"Say something dumb"...? I, uh...
Retinz:
Now it's your turn! Jump in with a snappy comeback!
Retinz [on cue card]:
LAY DOWN A SICK BURN!
Athena:
What? "Lay down a sick burn"? Me?
Retinz:
You two... I'm practically falling asleep over here! Where's the drama? The gravitas? How're you gonna draw in viewers with that yawn-fest? Work on your delivery and get back to me!
Apollo:
Huh? Y-Yeah, okay, sure...
Athena:
I think he's confusing actors and attorneys...
Anything else
Retinz:
Is that a scoop? No? Then get it out of my face! Who's gonna tune in to see something like that?
Apollo:
(Does this guy judge everything by potential TV ratings?)
Retinz:
It's a shame -- a crying shame, I tell you! What was supposed to be a fun, light-hearted program turned into this sorry affair... I'll have to sell it to news outlets all over the world if I'm gonna make my money back. Trucy Wright will make her debut, all right -- not as a magician, but as a criminal!
Apollo:
WH-WHAAAAT?!
Retinz:
It's my duty to report it! Can't let a tragedy like this happen again, now can I?! Even if she gets off somehow, I'll make sure she never walks the streets again!
Apollo:
We won't let that happen -- we won't let you do that to her. We're going to prove her innocence in court.
Retinz:
Hmph! Listen to you, acting all high-and-mighty! You're just another money-grubber! I know how you lawyers do things! You'll stop at nothing to win!
Apollo:
I beg your pardon?
Retinz:
If you win your trials, you get fat stacks, right? Is money really all you care about?!
Athena:
What's with him, Apollo? Why won't he listen?
Retinz:
But enough about you -- I'm all about going after Trucy now. I won't stop until she's behind bars. That's how we in the media dish out justice! Before you even get to court, my exposé is gonna take you down!
Apollo:
(Not if I have anything to say about it!)
Retinz:
Welp, gotta get back to the station. Hang loose, baby!
Apollo:
It looks like the prosecution won't be our only opponent this time.
Athena:
But no way are we gonna let that guy have his way, either!
Apollo:
That's right! Okay, we're done with this stage, so let's go someplace else. (I still wish we could check out that understage passage... But what else can we investigate right now?)
April 27Penrose Theater - Dressing Room
Apollo:
(About all that's left to check out is that understage passage. We'll have to try to get one of the staff members to unlock the door.) Hm? Someone just came into the dressing room.
???:
Oh, it's you people again! You came back.
Apollo:
Huh?
???:
I... I saw you, you know.
Athena:
Oh, it's you! The bunny assistant from the show, right?
Bonny:
What? Oh, um, yes, that's right. .........My name is Bonny de Famme.
Apollo:
(I remember her talking to us earlier...)
Bonny:
Performing magic is like walking a tightrope -- there's always an element of danger. One little mistake can even cost you your life, I wonder if she'll make it across today...
Apollo:
Umm... and what do you mean by that, exactly?
Bonny:
Hee hee. Oh, nothing! Now, if you'll excuse me...
Apollo:
(She said some pretty strange things then...)
Bonny:
I... I saw you take it. Y-You took something from our dressing room... The, um...
Athena:
Oh, Bonny! That teleportation trick you did was AMAZING! Fantastisch!
Bonny:
What? Oh, um, thank you! But what you did... S-Stealing is...
Athena:
What other kinds of magic tricks can you do?
Bonny:
Me? Oh, well... H-How about this?
Athena:
Splendido!
Apollo:
Athena, I think Bonny's trying to say something to us.
Athena:
She is?
Bonny:
Thank you, Mr. Thief.
Apollo:
Thief?!
Bonny:
I saw you. I saw you take that notebook. Please don't take things from our dressing room.
Apollo:
Huh?!
Bonny:
So it's true what they say... Thieves really do return to the scene of the crime, don't they?
Apollo:
(Thieves? I thought it was just arsonists in real life...)
Athena:
Guess that means she really saw us, huh.
Apollo:
I bet this looks pretty bad...
Bonny:
If you return what you stole right now, I won't call the police.
Apollo:
(Oh, boy...) You've got it all wrong -- we're Trucy's lawyers. She asked us to bring the notebook to her.
Bonny:
T-Trucy's lawyers? Oh! I'm so sorry I called you thieves!
Apollo:
If you really thought we were thieves, why were you still doing magic tricks for us?
Bonny:
I can't help it. Whenever anybody asks, I just can't bring myself to refuse...
Apollo:
(Does that mean she's a real people-person or that she aims to please a little too hard?)
Athena:
In that case, can you tell us the secret to your teleportation trick?
Bonny:
W-Well... I don't know if I should... Oooh.
Athena:
If I keep up the pressure, she just might tell us! I've been dying to know!
Apollo:
Leave the poor girl alone.
Bonny:
Are you... investigating the case...?
Apollo:
Yes, that's right.
Bonny:
I'm Trucy's biggest fan! I just love her to bits! I'd do anything to help her!
Apollo:
We appreciate that. In that case, would you mind if we asked you a few questions?
Talk
Bonny
Apollo:
You're a magician, right, Bonny?
Bonny:
That's right! My specialties are teleportation and this little trick right here... ........L-Looks like Mr. Bunny's in a bad mood right now...
Apollo:
(Or that she messed up...) You said you are a big fan of Trucy's, right?
Bonny:
Oh, yes! I look up to her more than anyone else in the whole world!
Apollo:
What about her makes you respect her so much?
Bonny:
She's just incredible! Not only is she extremely talented... ...but she's so cool under pressure and always manages to keep a smile on her face! In spite of all that talent, she still works harder than anybody I know! You couldn't ask for more out of a magician!
Apollo:
(I'm sensing a shift into hyper-fangirl drive...)
Bonny:
I love the unique way she does her tricks, and how she charms the audience! I especially love her magic panties trick, which is both cute and comical! The first time I saw her do that trick, I was so impressed... and so moved... I've gone to her shows to see her perform so& many times, I've lost count, and...
Bonny:
...And that's why I think Trucy is top class -- a real first-rate magician!
Athena:
...I-I see. I think we have a pretty good idea of how much you adore her now.
Bonny:
Oh! W-Was I talking too much? I'm so sorry!
Apollo:
(I'd better be careful about when and how I ask her about Trucy...)
Bonny:
Anyway, that's why I'll do anything -- anything at all -- to help Trucy! Oh, Mr. Lawyer, you just have to prove her innocence!
Apollo:
Don't worry, I plan to do just that. (I wish Trucy could see that she has people like Bonny in her corner, rooting for her.)
The show
Apollo:
You were in the magic show, right?
Bonny:
That's right. I take it you saw my teleportation trick?
Athena:
Yes, it was just wonderful! You moved from one place to another in the blink of an eye!
Apollo:
I admit it WAS pretty amazing. I have no idea how you transported yourself over such a distance in just a split-second.
Athena:
It must be so fun to be able to do a trick like that! Teleportation looks so cool! It's like a superpower or something!
Bonny:
Yeah, my trick is turning some heads in the magic world right now. They're calling it "new, miraculous magic." Some even say it's the real deal! Hee hee!
Apollo:
(Real magic, huh? I know there must be an explanation, but it sure does look real.)
Athena:
I just have to figure that trick out... I want to do it myself!
Bonny:
Oh, you'll never figure it out. I always perform it perfectly!
Apollo:
Ah! (This feeling... Looks to me like Bonny is hiding something.)
Bracelet
Bonny:
Oh, you'll never figure it out. I always perform it perfectly!
Perceive right hand on hat on "perform it perfectly!"
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Bonny, when you said, "perform it perfectly"..."
Perceive wrong area
Apollo:
Bonny:
Aaah! Wh-Why are you yelling at me?!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, uh, I just thought you looked a bit flustered, that's all.
Bonny:
Well, anyone would get flustered with you shouting at them like that! Any more of that... ...and I'll bend those horns of yours like a spoon!
Apollo:
(Hands off! Do you have any idea how early I have to wake up to get these just right?!)
Apollo:
Bonny, when you said, "perform it perfectly"... ...your right hand would tremble and move your hat a tiny bit. I even caught a glimpse of the little rabbit hiding underneath.
Bonny:
Ulp!
Apollo:
Did you really perform the teleportation trick perfectly this time?
Bonny:
O-Of course! I definitely got THAT part right!
Apollo:
What do you mean, "THAT part"?
Bonny:
Oops!
Apollo:
Wait a minute. Are you saying that you...?
Picked the wrong career
Apollo:
Does that mean you regret ever choosing to become a magician? Is that why you perform your job with such a forced smile on your face? Is it to hide your true feelings of regret?
Bonny:
What?!
Apollo:
Do you feel like you made a mistake in your choice of career?
Bonny:
...How can you even say that to me? I became a magician because I looked up to Trucy, and wanted to be like her. I'd never regret that decision!
Apollo:
No? Are you sure?
Bonny:
Maybe YOU'RE the one in the wrong line of work, Mr. Lawyer!
Apollo:
Ouch! So I made ONE mistake! Look, if what you messed up wasn't the teleportation trick, then...
Leads back to:
"Wait a minute. Are you saying that you...?"
Didn't switch the swords
Apollo:
Did you maybe make a mistake in the switching the swords?
Bonny:
I wasn't involved with that part, so how could I make a mistake? Not even I could mess up if I was simply watching!
Apollo:
If you were simply watching...?
Bonny:
Ulp! I-I-I never make any mistakes under any circumstances! That's what I meant!
Apollo:
(She seemed pretty flustered just now... I bet she DID make a mistake somewhere...)
Leads back to:
"Wait a minute. Are you saying that you...?"
Messed up Trucy's escape
Leads to:
"You might have performed the teleportation trick flawlessly..."
Apollo:
You might have performed the teleportation trick flawlessly... ...but what about Trucy's escape trick after that? Did you make some kind of mistake during that?
Bonny:
Oh, er... Well...
Apollo:
Well, did you?
Bonny:
I, uh... You see...
Apollo:
Did you or didn't you?!
Bonny:
Eep! I-I did... You're absolutely right, Mr. Lawyer. I made a mistake during Trucy's escape trick. I'm sorry I lied...
Apollo:
(Whew... I feel like I pulled off a magic trick of my own just trying to get that out of her.)
The show (after perceiving)
Apollo:
So you made a mistake during Trucy's escape trick?
Bonny:
Yes... I was in charge of operating Mr. Hat, you see... ...but I made a huge goof. So, um, did Trucy explain to you how the escape trick works...?
Apollo:
Yes, she knew we'd need to know for our investigation, so she shared the secret. Let's see... After Trucy escaped from the coffin down into the understage passage... ...Mr. Hat was to be pulled up to the catwalk by a winch. Trucy would then pop up on stage through a trapdoor.
Bonny:
I was operating Mr. Hat at the time... ...but I flubbed up where I was supposed to have him stand. I was supposed to make Mr. Hat stand to the left of the coffin. But I messed up, and had him stand to the right by accident.
Apollo:
Hmm... That matches up with what we saw during the show.
Athena:
Huh? But, then, doesn't that mean... ...Trucy would've ended up popping up on the side opposite to Mr. Hat?
Bonny:
Yes, she would have, if she hadn't done some quick thinking on her feet. She managed to pop up on the right-hand side of the coffin for me. So the audience never even knew a mistake had been made.
Athena:
Way to go, Trucy!
Bonny:
But my mistake caused her so much trouble...
Apollo:
(I think I'd better ask Trucy about this later, too.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Bonny:
I'm sorry I accused you of stealing earlier...
Apollo:
Did you think we were some random fans who had snuck into your dressing room?
Bonny:
No... Your flashy red and yellow getups had me thinking you're some new comedy duo...
Apollo:
C-Comedy duo?!
Bonny:
I thought you were polishing your old married couple routine while you were poking around.
Athena:
O-Old married couple routine?! Is that really how other people see us...?
Apollo:
(I-I guess I'd better keep my badge handy at all times...)
Thirteen-Year-Old Poster
Bonny:
I-I've been a fan of Troupe Gramarye for a really long time!
Athena:
Was Troupe Gramarye really as amazing at magic as people say?
Bonny:
O-Oh, yes! Yes, of course! Magnifi Gramarye's unique and wonderful tricks kept his audience mesmerized! And he crafted so many rare and special tricks -- things I could never come up with! He just created them one after another! He really was like a god when it came to magic! And Magnifi's protégés, Zak and Valant... 
...and that's why I think Troupe Gramarye is truly a legendary group of magicians!
Athena:
............Oh, yes! Wow! V-Very, very interesting! I see!
Apollo:
(I can't believe she dozed off halfway through Bonny's history lesson... No, wait -- I can.)
Crime Photo
Bonny:
That's Mr. Reus...
Apollo:
You were Mr. Reus's assistant, right? Did he teach you any tricks?
Bonny:
A few, yes. But he once said to me... "Your magic isn't strong enough yet." "You would have a difficult time transforming into a dragon at this time."
Apollo:
Huh? What was all that supposed to mean?
Bonny:
Mr. Reus always stayed in character, even when he wasn't on stage. It made it kind of difficult to talk with him sometimes...
Apollo:
Sounds like he was a rather quirky guy...
Anything else
Bonny:
Oh! What is that? Some kind of new magic prop? I can help when it comes to all things magic!
Apollo:
Umm... It's actually case evidence...
Bonny:
Oh. Sorry. I'm afraid I can't be of much help then...
Apollo:
Oh, by the way, we'd like to investigate the understage passage. Would that be all right?
Bonny:
Oh, yes, by all means -- anything to help prove Trucy's innocence! I'll unlock it for you.
???:
Hey, there you are! You got a minute?
Bonny:
Oh, Mr. Retinz! Y-Yes, of course.
Retinz:
Not you, bunny. The lawyers! They're the ones I want to see!
Apollo:
You have business with us?
Retinz:
I hear you two are from the same agency as Trucy. Is that true?
Apollo:
Yes, that's right.
Retinz:This is for you, then. Hang loose, baby!
Apollo:
A contract? ...between Take-2 TV (the 'first party') and Trucy Wright (the 'second party')." "If, through the fault of the second party, the show must be canceled in part or in full..." "...the second party will pay three million dollars as compensation to the first party." TH-TH-THREE MILLION DOLLARS?!
Retinz:
Yeah! That's more like it! That shocked reaction, that dopey expression! You'd make a great comedian!
Apollo:
R-Really...?
Retinz:
I know -- I'll put you on my show. We'll get one of those cartoon anvils to fall on your head.
Athena:
Wait a minute... Is this for one of those hidden camera prank shows?
Retinz:
You wish! That's an official contract! See for yourselves. You're the lawyers, after all. You should know one when you see one, right?
Apollo:
(He's right... It's all signed and everything.)
Retinz:You better make sure your agency pays what Trucy owes me -- in full!
Apollo:
A-Are you kidding me?! The Wright Anything Agency doesn't have that kind of money!
Retinz:Then I guess you're gonna have to go fishing for some. I can see it now: "Craziest Catch: Legend of the Seasick Lawyers"! Heh heh heh!
Apollo:
F-Fishing on the high seas?! No, thanks! (I can't even swim!)
Athena:
Objection! What kind of ridiculous, lowdown, unfair, one-sided contract is this?!
Retinz:
Hey, now! There's nothing ridiculous here! It's all perfectly legit! It's got her signature on it, see?
Athena:
Urrrgh...
Apollo:
Aaaaarghh...
*click*
Retinz:
My boys have gotta see the stupid look on your faces! It's priceless! Aaaand "Post"! Ha ha ha! I'm getting responses already. It's gonna go viral!
Athena:
Nooooooo... How could he...?
Widget:
Bye-bye, reputation...
Contract added to the Court Record.
Retinz:
You ain't seen nothing yet, baby! Heh heh! I'm gonna drive Troupe Gramarye and everybody associated with it into the ground! Serves ya right for getting involved with the Gramaryes!
Apollo:
What's this grudge you have against the Gramaryes, anyway?
Retinz:
Huh? What are you talking about? Stress is making you paranoid, champ! Come on, Bonny. We have more filming to do!
Bonny:
Oh, um... Y-Yes, sir! Excuse me, Mr. Lawyer! Oh! And I'll unlock the door to the understage passage for you later!
Retinz:Later, lawyers! Hang loose, baby!
Athena:
Why would Trucy sign a contract like this?
Apollo:
(And why did all of this have to happen when Mr. Wright isn't here?!) We'll have to come back for the understage later. Let's go hear Trucy's side of the story.
Athena:
Good thinking! We can't let you hit the high seas just yet!
Apollo:
(There must be something we can do! We can't let the "Ratings Rajah" get his way!)
Talk
Any ideas?
Apollo:
So if we can't pay back the money, I'm off on a tuna expedition for a TV show?
Athena:
Cheer up, Apollo! You have to have a positive attitude about these things! Mmm, tuna... I wanna eat tuna tartare! Although...& herb-crusted seared tuna sounds pretty delish, too... Hmm... Which one do you think sounds better, Apollo?
Apollo:
Having a positive attitude is one thing, but I have zero intention of going tuna 
Athena:
......Aw, phooey.
Apollo:
(She really thought I was going to go...?!)
What to do
Apollo:
Any bright ideas on how to get us through this crisis?
Athena:
Hmm... Our biggest problem right now is how to pay the money... Y'know, in times like this... ...we should consult a lawyer!
Apollo:
.........Gee, now why didn't I think of that.
Athena:
.........Wait.
April 27Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Trucy:
Three, two, one... Ta-dah!
Guard:
Wow! Now you made my handcuffs disappear! How did you do that?!
Apollo:
(She's doing magic tricks for the guard?)
Trucy:
Now, should I try making YOU disappear next, Mr. Guard?
Guard:
C-Can you do that?! Ooh, yes, please! This is so exciting!
Athena:
We should probably stop her before there's another "incident"...
Apollo:
T-Trucy!
Trucy:
Oh! Hi, Polly! Hi, Athena!
Apollo:
We, um, have some more questions for you.
Trucy:
Judging by the look on your faces, it must be about something big.
Apollo:
Yeah, I guess you could say that... Things have gotten a little... sticky. (Oh, and I have to remember to give her that thing she asked for, too.)
Talk
The contract
Apollo:
Trucy, do you remember this contract?
Trucy:
Yes. I signed it before I went on stage.
Apollo:
What about this liability for compensation article here?
Trucy:
Liability for compensation...? What are you talking about? Let me see that! ...What?! Th-Three million dollars?!
Apollo:
(Just as I suspected, she didn't know about that part.)
Trucy:
I've never seen this article! And I read the whole contract from top to bottom!
Apollo:
Yeah, I didn't think you'd miss such a big thing. But there's your signature, so what's going on?
Trucy:
.........Maybe... ...there was some kind of trick involved? You know, like, when I signed it...
Athena:
In other words, you think there might be some foul play afoot?
Apollo:
And I'm willing to bet that the Ratings Rajah is the one behind it.
Bonny's mistake
Apollo:
Bonny told us about the mistake she made on stage.
Trucy:
Oh, you mean with where Mr. Hat had been placed? Even I was at a loss about what to do for a second there.
Apollo:
So how did you fix the problem?
Trucy:
Well, I was down in the understage passage when I found out. I had to work my butt off to fix it, let me tell you! After I escaped from the coffin and went down into the understage passage... ...I got a signal from Bonny saying she'd made a mistake with Mr. Hat's positioning. I was freaking out... I had to be back up on stage in a few short minutes! Magical Girl Trucy Wright was faced with an unprecedented crisis beneath the stage! Would this spell the end for "Trucy in Gramarye-Land"?!
Athena:
A-And? And then what happened?!
Apollo:
(Athena's totally hooked...)
Trucy:
I was supposed to get back up to the stage through trapdoor #1 on the left... ...using a platform that can be raised and lowered called a stage lift. There was a stage lift, ready and waiting in the lowered position, under trapdoor #1. But Mr. Hat had been placed on the right, above trapdoor #2, by mistake. There was already another stage lift under trapdoor #2, but... ...it was in the raised position, since we hadn't planned on using it.
Apollo:
Okay. So how did you get back up onto the stage?
Trucy:
Why... through brute strength! I couldn't lower stage lift #2 by myself. So I pushed it back and out of the way. Then, I moved the lowered stage lift #1 into place under trapdoor #2.
Trucy:
Hngrh! Ggggh! This thing is heavy!
Trucy:
............I wish I could've moved it with magic! Unfortunately, my magic is useless under the stage. The understage is a dark abyss that drains magicians of all their powers.
Apollo:
I can see why it's called "the Abyss" -- I never knew it could take so much out of you.
Trucy:
That's just how it goes in the real world. Illusions are created by the blood, sweat, and tears of those behind the scenes.
Athena:
Wow, I learned so much just now!
Apollo:
Trucy, have you told anybody else about all this?
Trucy:
Nope. Nobody.
Apollo:
(This sounds like some critical information. better make a note of it.)
Trucy's Statement added to the Court Record.
Where the notebook was (After presenting Trucy's notebook)
Apollo:
We found this notebook... mixed in with Mr. Reus's belongings.
Trucy:
What?!
Apollo:
Do you think... he might have been trying to steal it?
Trucy:
No way! I can't believe it! The Great Mr. Reus would never do any such thing!
Apollo:
(But would it be so far-fetched if he was after Troupe Gramarye's secret tricks...? It makes for a pretty compelling motive to take the notebook...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Here you go, Trucy.
Trucy:
You're just letting me have it? What's come over you all of a sudden?
Apollo:
(If it'll take her mind off things for a bit, why not let her have a little fun with it?)
Trucy:
Oh, I see how it is! Throwing down the gauntlet, are you, Polly? Fine then. In that case, why don't I make the money vanish from your wallet?
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. My money will disappear on its own when I take you out for a treat after this trial. Ramen at Eldoon's Noodles, cake -- anything you want!
Trucy:
...That's it? No sarcastic barb at the end? Are you sure you're feeling all right?
Apollo:
(Huh? Did I say something wrong?)
Thirteen-Year-Old Poster
Trucy:
No matter where I perform, always put this poster up in my dressing room. As long as it's up on the wall, I feel like I won't make any mistakes.
Apollo:
Like a superstition, I know the feeling.
Trucy:
Still, it didn't stop such an awful thing from happening today... I hope my granddaddy doesn't show up at my bedside to scold me tonight...
Apollo:
(Me, too, Trucy... Me, too...)
Crime Photo
Trucy:
I still can't believe Mr. Reus is gone...
Apollo:
Had you been acquainted with him long
Trucy:
No, I just met him for the first time for this show.
Athena:
But didn't he used to belong to Troupe Gramarye?
Trucy:
Yes, but he left when I was still little. Even if I had met him back then, I don't remember it. That's why I was so excited about working with him...
Apollo:
(Yeah. Who could've predicted anything like this would happen...?)
Trucy's Notebook
Apollo:
Here you go, Trucy. Here's your notebook back.
Trucy:
Oh, great! Thank you very much!
Apollo:
So what's written in there, anyway? It looks like it's full of secrets or something.
Trucy:
That's because it is. It was originally my granddaddy Magnifi Gramarye's notebook. He used it like a diary, nd as a place to jot down ideas for new magic tricks. Some of which, only members of Troupe Gramarye have ever laid eyes on.
Apollo:
Wow... This notebook is a really big deal, then.
Trucy:
Yes. That's why it's always kept under lock and key.
Athena:
I bet a magician would do just about anything to get their hands on that notebook!
Apollo:
(And we found it mixed in with Mr. Reus's belongings... Could he really have been trying to steal it...?)
Trucy:
The Troupe Gramarye creed is also written inside. "A true entertainer always keeps a smile on their face." That creed was passed down to me from my daddy, as his daddy passed it down to him.
Apollo:
(It's true that Trucy always keeps a smile on her face... I guess it's due, in part, to her family creed.)
Gramarye Notebook updated in the Court Record.
Apollo:
Trucy, I want to talk to you about where we found this notebook...
Gramarye Notebook
Trucy:
This notebook is super important to me... Thanks for getting it back.
Athena:
Is it like a diary or something?
Trucy:
Oh, sure. Sometimes I write about my love troubles -- you know, stuff like that.
Athena:
Really?!
Apollo:
What?!
Trucy:
Just kidding! Did I get you?!
Apollo:
N-No. So you were just joking, huh.
Trucy:
...Maaaaaybe. Wouldn't you like to know?
Apollo:
(Am I ever going to get a straight answer out of a Wright...?)
Apollo:
In any case, we'd better focus on doing something about this contract for now.
Athena:
Trucy signed it in her dressing room, right?
Apollo:
Then we'd better do a little more investigating there.
Trucy:
I'm so sorry to put the two of you through all of this...
Apollo:
Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this. There's gotta be some kind of mistake.
Trucy:
If you need me to, I'm willing to take drastic measures! With my magic!
Apollo:
...Y-You're not planning on pulling some "magical money" out of there, are you?
Trucy:
No. My magic panties are much better at making things disappear than appear!
Apollo:
(...D-Do I WANT to know what she's planning to make disappear?)
Athena:
Apollo! We have to do something -- anything -- to fix this!
Apollo:
I agree. Let's check out the dressing room again, for starters.
Athena:
Okay. And we should finally check out that understage passage, too.
Trucy:
The Abyss? Then you'll have to go through the backstage area. Be careful down there!
Wright Anything Agency
Present
Gramarye Notebook
Athena:
This notebook pretty much embodies the Troupe Gramarye creed, huh?
Apollo:
What about you, Athena? Do you have any principles of your own?
Athena:
Of course! First of all... I believe in doing at least one good deed every day!
Apollo:
Kindness to your fellow man, huh? That's a good thing to believe in.
Athena:
Next, I believe in always working to improve yourself.
Apollo:
Keep challenging yourself, huh? That's some resolve you've got there.
Athena:
And last but not least, I believe you gotta have steak the night before a trial!
Apollo:
Well, I guess it's true that no one can fight on an empty stomach, but...
April 27Penrose Theater - Dressing Room
Apollo:
Okay. This is where Trucy signed that contract.
Athena:
Right. And there must've been some kind of trick that was used when she signed it. The question is what kind of trick and how was it done.
Apollo:
If some kind of object or tool was used, there still may be a trace of it somewhere. Like with the pen, or the paper...
Athena:
Well! It's time to find the secret to that trick! Auf geht's! Let's do this!
Examine
Clipboard
Apollo:
Huh? Hey, take a look at this clipboard.
Staff:
Could you sign this, please, ma'am?
Trucy:
Sure thing! Just the one sheet in this clipboard, right?
Apollo:
Isn't this the clipboard Trucy used when she signed the contract?
Athena:
I think you're right! Let's give it the once-over!
Examine clipboard
Front
Apollo:
Let's try opening the folder.
Clip
Apollo:
This part here holds papers in place.
Athena:
Could this clip have something to do with how they conned her? ...OW! It bit me!
Apollo:
Only you could get hurt by a clipboard, Athena...
Lower left screw
Apollo:
It looks like a screw.
Athena:
I guess that means this clipboard can be taken apart.
Apollo:
But I can't loosen this one without a screwdriver.
Upper left screw
Apollo:
This screw won't budge. I don't think even your crazy strength could budge it.
Athena:
"Crazy strength"? What kind of thing is that to say to a delicate young lady?!
Apollo:
I don't see you denying it, either...
Upper right screw
Apollo:
It's just a screw.
Athena:
Hmph. That observation won't get you any laughs.
Apollo:
(What? Do I have to make with the funny all the time?)
Lower right screw
Apollo:
Hey, this screw... It's different from the others. Not only that, but... ...I think it's loose. Look. I can move it!
Athena:
Are you sure you should be fooling with it like that, Apollo...?
Apollo:
Whoa! It came right out...
Athena:
See? I tried to tell you, but would you listen? Noooooo.
Apollo:
...Hm? Hey, take a look through the hole, Athena. I think there's something back there.
Athena:
Oh, wow, you're right. What is it?
Back
Apollo:
Hey, look. The back panel is loose. I think I can take it off. Got it!
Athena:
You're just breaking things left and right today, aren't you?
Apollo:
L-Look! There's something inside!
Black paper
Apollo:
What is this black sheet of... I want to say, paper?
Athena:
Oh I know! It's carbon paper! You put it between two pieces of paper and it copies what you write onto the bottom one.
Apollo:
So when Trucy signed the contract... ...there was actually another contract underneath.
Athena:
And her signature on the top contract got copied onto the hidden contract!
Apollo:
So THAT'S how Trucy was conned! This is that Ratings Rajah's doing! I just know it!
Widget:
How dare he?!
Athena:
You gotta hand it to him, though. It couldn't have been easy fooling Trucy. That girl's no slouch!
Apollo:
Yeah. But I bet we can use this clipboard as evidence if we ever take this to trial.
Clipboard added to the Court Record.
Clipboard (Again)
Athena:
What a rotten trick he played on Trucy with this clipboard!
Apollo:
And three million dollars? That guy is a real crook. It's quite the feat he pulled off, though. It's not everybody who can fool our Trucy.
Athena:
You can say that again! I still can't quite believe it, though. She may be the youngest member of our agency, but she's also the most level-headed.
Apollo:
It kind of feels like someone sunk our battleship...
April 27Penrose Theater - Stage
Apollo:
Let's see... We should be able to get to the understage passage from backstage. Hopefully, Bonny unlocked the door for us like she said she would.
Examine
Understage passage
Apollo:
The door's unlocked! Thank you, Bonny! Well, Athena, here we go.
Understage passage (Again)
Apollo:
The stairs to the Abyss... This is how we get to the understage passage.
April 27Penrose Theater - Understage
Apollo:
It sure is dark and dusty down here.
Athena:
"The Abyss" -- the magical underworld. And look! There's a denizen of the Abyss now! A fearsome beast with long, sharp fangs, ready to prey on unsuspecting souls...!
Apollo:
Huh? What're you...? Oh, you mean that tiny little rat over there?
Athena:
No. I mean that "fearsome beast" over there!
Apollo:
I take it you don't like rodents.
Examine
Magic props
Athena:
Look at all these props! Hey! There's something in this hat!
Apollo:
A dove? Cards?
Athena:
Umm... A juice box and some snacks...
Apollo:
Looks like somebody planned to have a little treat in the middle of the show...
Sword stand
Athena:
This sword is the exact same design as the murder weapon. Wait... What's this...? HYAAAH!
Apollo:
OWWW! What are you doing?! That hurts! I-- I think I'm bleeding out!
Athena:
Oh, stop being such a drama queen. It's only rubber.
Apollo:
Huh? ...Hey, you're right. So this must be the sword Trucy used during the trick.
Athena:
After the incident, someone must've switched this rubber sword with the real one onstage. And maybe that's when they brought the rubber sword here.
Sword Stand added to the Court Record.
Graffiti
Athena:
"I'm gonna make it big someday, too! Just you wait and see!" Wh-What's that all about?
Apollo:
My guess is... ...it's the soulful cry of some poor assistant made to toil here in the darkness.
Athena:
And who would know about the soulful cry of a bitter assistant better than you, right? You really understand the writer's feelings of despair and frustration!
Apollo:
Sadly, yes. Yes, I do.
Athena:
...You really shouldn't scribble on the walls, you know, Apollo.
Apollo:
It wasn't me!
Red tape
Apollo:
What's this glowy stuff? Oh, it's glow-in-the-dark tape.
Athena:
This must be what I saw through that secret door in the bottom of the coffin.
Apollo:
But who put it here, and why?
Athena:
It's probably a marker of some sort since it's so dark down here...
Apollo:
Maybe it's meant to mark which ladder to climb.
Right ladder
Apollo:
This ladder goes up to the ceiling. So I guess it leads to one of the trapdoors on stage?
Athena:
Trucy must've used this ladder when she escaped from the coffin. ...Why don't you climb up there and see if I'm correct? It's not so high. You'll be fine, right?
Apollo:
Huh? Why me?
Athena:
You'd make a young lady wearing a skirt climb a ladder?
Apollo:
Fine... I'm going, I'm going... Aaagh! T-The lights! It BUUUUUURNS! Ooooow...
Athena:
Are you all right?
Apollo:
...I can now confirm that the ladder does indeed lead up to the stage.
Athena:
Well, that tasty bit of info was definitely worth risking life and limb for. Well done!
Left ladder
Apollo:
This ladder goes up to the ceiling. I wonder what's just above?
Athena:
Apollo. ............
Apollo:
A-All right. Fine! I'll climb the ladder! Why does it always have to be ladders...? H-Huh? Where am I? It's pitch-black! And cramped, too!
Athena:
You know what I think? I think you're in that coffin we saw backstage.
Apollo:
Hmm... So that's where this ladder leads. But I still don't get what that coffin was for.
Stage lift #1
Apollo:
It's a stage lift for getting up to the stage. Trucy moved this one here.
Athena:
I guess it used to be where that yellow tape is. How in the world did she manage to move this huge thing?
Apollo:
It couldn't have been easy for her. She's pretty petite. But I bet it'd be easy for you.
Athena:
Just what are you implying?! That's it, chump. You're looking up "microaggressions" later.
Stage lift #2
Apollo:
It's a stage lift for getting up to the stage. It looks like this crank lowers the platform. But Trucy said it's impossible for one person to do it alone.
Athena:
That sounds like a challenge! Now I wanna try it! HRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ............ *huff, huff* *huff, huff* Ha ha... It's probably just broken...
Apollo:
(Or you could just take people at their word.) If I'm reading this room right... ...this must be the stage lift Trucy moved during the show. Originally, it was there, where stage lift #1 is now.
Stage Lift #2 added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Hold on, Apollo. I hear... voices... Quick, hide!
Apollo:
Huh? OW! Quit shoving!
Athena:
Hurry up and get down there!
Apollo:
YEOW! My arm doesn't bend that way! What the heck, Athena?!
Athena:
Shh! Look!
Bonny:
*sigh* It's so much WORK pretending to be cute and sweet.
Apollo:
(Isn't that Bonny?)
Retinz:
Hey, bunny! Wait for me!
Apollo:
(And the Ratings Rajah?) What did we have to hide for, Athena?
Athena:
Because I heard something funny. There was something off in their voices...
Apollo:
(Oh, right. Athena's super-sensitive hearing...)
Bonny:
Those lawyers are poking around, trying to stir up trouble. Should I be worried?
Retinz:
Relax! I didn't say anything to the police, and I won't say anything to them, either.
Bonny:
You better not! Or you're gonna get it! POW! Right in the kisser!
Apollo:
What the...? Is it just me or does Bonny seem kinda different from before?
Athena:
Apollo, shhh!
Bonny:
I'm sick and tired of this whole investigation! All I want is Trucy's head on a platter!
Retinz:
Heh heh. Leave everything to me, babe. Don't forget the power of mass media! TV can accomplish anything! I'll make sure Trucy gets much worse than a guilty verdict!
Bonny:
I can't wait to see that girl crying and begging for mercy.
Retinz:
You really hate Trucy, don't you, bunny?
Bonny:
I hate her. I LOATHE her! I can't stand that Trucy Wright! Just because she's a little good at magic, she thinks she's all that! So this is exactly what that sniveling brat deserves!
Apollo:
(Hey! What the heck...?!)
Bonny:
If you mess this up, you're gonna really be sorry. You hear me? I'll crush you flat. Like a cockroach under my foot!
Retinz:
Oh, you KYOOT widdle thing! You're so adooorwable when you're thwowing a fit! OW! OW! My foot! C-Can't you take a joke?
Bonny:
C'mon! Grab my things! We're leaving!
Retinz:
D'awwwwwww. Lead the hippity-hopping way, my little bun-bun!
Athena:
............
Apollo:
............
Athena:
Wh-What was that absolutely revolting scene all about?
Apollo:
I guess the entertainment industry attracts all kind of eccentrics... But that conversation... ;It set off every red flag in the book.
Athena:
You said it! I smell "plot" with a capital "P.U."!
Apollo:
Hmm... Retinz claims he was at the TV station at the time of the incident... ...and we saw Bonny onstage ourselves.
Athena:
Hey, Apollo, I have an idea. Why don't we pay Take-2 TV a visit? We can check up on the Rating Rajah's alibi while we're there.
Apollo:
Sounds like a plan.
Detention Center
Present
Stage Lift #2
Trucy:
This is one of the stage lifts I moved in the understage passage during the show.
Apollo:
I can't believe you were able to move something this heavy all by yourself.
Trucy:
Well, I couldn't disappoint the audience, now could I!
Athena:
That's some real determination! You're a true pro, Trucy!
Trucy:
Oh, it was nothing, really. My granddaddy once finished an entire show after throwing out his back on stage!
Apollo:
Really? Now THAT'S magic!
April 27Take-2 TV - Studio
Athena:
Yikes! Look at this place!
Apollo:
There's so much going on at once, it's making my head spin.
Athena:
Take a look at that screen! And listen to those hosts! "Magical Murder! Live audience witnesses shocking skewering!" " 17-Year-Old Magician, Trucy Wright!" "See exclusive, unedited footage of the heinous crime -- complete and uncut!" We can't let them broadcast that! Trucy will get tried in the court of public opinion!
Apollo:
I doubt we can stop them from airing it... ...but we can prove her innocence in a realcourt of law! No matter what garbage they report on TV, we can set the record straight at the trial!
Examine
Slot machine or roulette wheel
Apollo:
A slot machine and roulette wheel, huh. They really went all in with the gambling theme.
Athena:
It looks like that slot machine really works! I've always wanted to give gambling a try!
Apollo:
It's not worth it. Besides, you're not even old enough to gamble in most states yet.
Athena:
That's all right. I get to experience it enough in court... ...guessing whether you'll win or lose the case on any given day.
Apollo:
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Athena:
Don't worry, Apollo. I only bet on winners and I haven't lost yet!
Screen
Apollo:
Look at that logo above the screen. "Scandal Gamble Gambit!" Is that the title of this show?
Athena:
Yup. Haven't you ever seen it? They present scandalous rumors about celebrities... ...and then people bet on whether the rumors are true or not.
Apollo:
Ugh... o it's just another tasteless TV show. Today's scandal is... "Tragedy on stage! Did Trucy Wright cause an accident, or did she commit murder?!" It looks like "murder" is in the lead.
Apollo:
Well, I say neither.
Athena:
Then we'll just have to create a third option tomorrow -- in court!
Workstation
Apollo:
This must be a video production workstation of some sort.
Athena:
Hmm... That coffee cup looks awfully familiar.
Staff:
Yeah, that's where Mr. Retinz always sits. He's very hands-on, you know. You'll always find him on the set of his projects.
Apollo:
But he was here at the station during the magic show, right?
Staff:
Yeah, well, he had two shows going at once this morning. He had his regular program to oversee here, so he couldn't be at the Penrose.
Athena:
So you can vouch for him -- that he was here at the station during the magic show?
Staff:
What, like an alibi? Sure can. He was definitely here. Still, after a while he couldn't stand being away from the Penrose, it seems. As soon as his part was over here, he took a taxi to the theater... ...but he apparently didn't get there until after that thing had already occurred.
Apollo:
(Sounds like he has a rock solid alibi...)
Staff member sitting
Athena:
I wonder what that guy sitting down there is doing.
Apollo:
Hmm... It looks like he's reading that script he's holding.
Staff: WHAAAT?! Are you serious?! Those two are gonna break up?! What?! And the series is going on hiatus 'cause the cartoonist is sick?! No way!
Athena:
.........I think he's reading a comic book he's hiding in his script.
Apollo:
If you're gonna goof off on set, that's a pretty bold way to do it...
Cameraman
Apollo:
We're looking into the incident that happened at the magic show this morning...
Staff:
Oh, that? Yeah, I was the cameraman for that.
Apollo:
Can you tell us anything about what you saw?
Staff:
...Bonny was supes adorbs! Heh heh...
Apollo:
Um... that's not exactly what I...
Staff:
I couldn't get enough of her! I filmed her the whole time! Got some primo footage, if I do say so myself! Heh heh!
Apollo:
(I'd better quit before he decides to share what he intends to do with said footage...)
Staff member next to roulette wheel
Apollo:
Pardon me. I know you're busy right now...
Staff:
What are you guys? Street?
Apollo:
("Street"? Does that mean "people off the street" or something?) We're Trucy Wright's lawyers.
Staff:
Oh, okay. Lawyers. Got it. Well, whaddaya want?
Apollo:
(He must be REALLY busy. He hasn't even looked this way.) We're investigating the incident that occurred at the magic show this morning... ...and we heard that Roger Retinz was in charge of that program.
Staff:
Yeah, that's right. The guy hates magic, but the show was all his idea. Just between you and me, I think it was Bonny that egged him on.
Apollo:
Egged him on? How so?
Staff:
I saw the two of them together -- you know, walking along arm in arm. I bet she sweet-talked him into doing the program because she wanted the work. She hasn't been selling very well on her own, apparently.
Apollo:
I see...
Staff:
Oh, hey, if you're looking into the incident, I guess you'd want the show footage, right? It's on the disc in my back pocket. If you want it, go ahead and fish it out.
Apollo:
Wow. Thank you very much. (He turned out to be surprisingly helpful.)
Show Footage disc retrieved from the staff member's back pocket.
Staff member next to roulette wheel (Again)
Staff:
Huh? You want something else?
Apollo:
No, uh, we're good. Thanks for your help earlier.
Athena:
That's a pretty big back pocket you have to be able to fit a whole disc in there.
Staff:
Yeah, I can fit all kinds of things in there! It's pretty handy for when I have to be out on location.
Apollo:
So what other kinds of things do you put in there?
Staff:
...........
Apollo:
Sir?
Staff:
Um, maybe I'd better not tell you...
Apollo:
Huh? (Now I really want to know...!)
Apollo:
Well, I guess we got just about everything we can out of this place. It looks like Retinz's alibi is pretty airtight. (But if that's true... then who could've killed Mr. Reus?)
Athena:
Looks like we're pretty much done here. Should we go back to the office? We can get a snack and talk over our plan of attack.
Apollo:
Sounds good to me.
April 27Wright Anything Agency
Apollo:
Wh-What in the world...? What's going on here?!
Athena:
All these stickers say "REPOSSESSED"...
Apollo:
Who did this? Who's responsible for this?!
???:
Whoa, now! This is a restricted area, champ! No trespassing!
Apollo:
"Trespassing"?! But this is our office! You're the one who's trespassing!
Retinz:
Enough with the lip, boy. Don't tell me you forgot about your debt?
Athena:
Wh-What are you talking about?!
Retinz:
I'm just abiding by the contract. If the agency can't pay me, I have every right to seize its property, am I right?
Apollo:
(Just like that?! We haven't even had a chance to take this to trial!)
Retinz:
Heh heh. If you're gonna be mad, shouldn't Trucy be the one you're mad at? I told you. It serves you right for getting involved with those Gramaryes!
Apollo:
(Why, you dirty, rotten—!)
Examine
Anywhere
Apollo:
These stupid stickers are all over the place!
Retinz:
Well, would you look at that? There's something I forgot to put a sticker on!
Apollo:
Hey! Don't put one on me!
Talk
Office seizure
Apollo:
What are you going to do with all of our stuff?!
Retinz:
Sell it, of course. Every last bit of it. That's why I'm seizing everything. And I'll take this little office of yours, too.
Athena:
You think you can just waltz in here and do whatever you want?!
Retinz:
Indeed I do! Unless you Wright Whatever Warehouse jokers got three million ready?
Athena:
Nnrgh...
Retinz:
That a no, then? Because I gotta recoup my money somehow. After all, the entire program went south because of Trucy. It's called "liability for compensation." And this infantile agency is the liable party!
Apollo:
Why, you black-hearted...
Athena:
Hey, Apollo. What about the crooked clipboard?
Apollo:
It's no good. We don't have any proof that Retinz was behind it.
Athena:
Darn...
Retinz:
Heh heh. You're gonna have to do better than that, folks! Looks like the famed Mr. Wright left behind nothing but incompetent newbs to run things.
Apollo:
(No way... He was counting on Mr. Wright to be away for this plan of his...? What a two-bit thug! We'll show him!)
Retinz:
Ha ha! There's the sugar! That expression! It's priceless! So, how does it feel to lose the precious office your boss left you in charge of?
Apollo:
Grrrrrrr...
Retinz:
Now, not to rub it in or anything... ...but I think you should know where you stand right now.
Apollo:
(Oh, man. What now?!)
Where we stand (Appears after Office seizure)
Retinz:
Here. Have a gander.
TV:
The trial of young, up-and-coming magician Trucy Wright is scheduled for tomorrow. We're here, just outside the office of the suspect, hoping for an exclusive peak inside.
Apollo:
What?! Is this LIVE?!
Athena:
Ahh! Apollo, look! There's a sea of reporters outside!
TV:
Oh! A questionable-looking pair are peeking out the window at this very moment! Our viewers at home can see for themselves their vicious, brutal expressions...
Athena:
Yellow journalism at its finest...
Retinz:
And that's the way it is. The majority of the public already thinks Trucy is guilty. They saw the whole thing happen with their own eyes during the show's live broadcast. Everybody in the country is against you!
Apollo:
N-No way...
Retinz:
No office... No allies... Are you sure you still want to represent that girl?
Apollo:
O-Of course we do! We believe in her innocence!
Retinz:
Heh heh. Go ahead, think what you want -- it's a free country!
Retinz:
Just know that you'll be the biggest losers in the end. In the meantime, feel free to keep on flopping& around like the dying fish you are.
Present
Clipboard
Retinz:
Huh? What's this? You want me to look at something?
Athena:
Don't show him that now, Apollo. He'll just try to take it from you.
Apollo:
Yeah, good point. (Better play our cards closer to our chests.)
Retinz:
What do you want, a handout? Fine, fine. Here. Now go away, kids -- ya bother me.
Athena:
Ooh, Apollo! The humiliation! He's treating us like beggars!
Apollo:
If it bothers you so much, why do you have your palm stretched out?
Anything else
Retinz:
What, you want me to repo that, too? I'll take anything you wanna give me as collateral.
Apollo:
Er, no. It's not for you. (I'd better be careful not to show him any important evidence...)
Retinz:
Now then, you gotta be outta here by tomorrow. Take in this cozy little office tonight while you still can! Heh heh. Hang loose, baby!
Apollo:
I... I can't believe we let Mr. Wright's office get placed under seizure! Of all the--!
Athena:
This is just ridiculous!
*CRASH!*
Athena:
Eeeeek!
Widget:
Look out!
Gallery:
Clear out! We don't want murderers here!
Athena:
HEY! If it's a fight you want, I'll take you on! C'MON!
Gallery:
YIKES! Let's get outta here before we get killed, too!
Athena:
*huff, huff, huff, huff* I can't believe this is happening...!
Apollo:
(We have to do something to protect ourselves... and fast...) ! ............It's Mr. Wright!
Phone:
......*beep*
Phoenix:
A-A-Apollo!!! I got your messages! How is she?! Is Trucy okay?! S-She's not crying, is she?! Does she have a lawyer?!
Apollo:
M-M-Mr. Wright!!! It's all a giant mess! Poor Trucy...! And the office...! Our office...!
Phoenix:
A-Apollo...? Okay, okay. We'd better both take a deep breath...
Phoenix:
Wow... I see... And he's saying you have to be out by tomorrow?
Apollo:
I'm so sorry, Mr. Wright... I wish there was something I could've done...
Phoenix:
This... is quite the mess, isn't it? Even if I left right now, I wouldn't be there in time for the trial tomorrow. I'm sorry, Apollo, but I need you to handle this for me.
Apollo:
O-Of course! We can handle the defense, but the office...
Phoenix:
It's too soon to give up on that!
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
The contract only addresses Trucy's liability if she causes the show to be canceled. So you just have to prove in court tomorrow that it wasn't Trucy's fault.
Apollo:
...Hey, you're right!
Phoenix:
So everything depends on your winning that trial tomorrow. Trucy's fate... and the fate of our office. It's all riding on your shoulders, Apollo.
Apollo:
...I-I know... (I-I'll be... fine... right?)
Phoenix:
............Apollo!
Apollo:
!
Phoenix:
I've been watching you grow over these past two years. That's why I can say, with absolute confidence... that you'll be fine.
Apollo:
R-Really?
Phoenix:
I've seen you earn victory after victory in some pretty dicey situations... ...and guide Athena -- helping her along her way, too. That's why I know you're ready, why I know I can leave Trucy and the office to you. ...I believe in you, Apollo.
Apollo:
Th-Thank you, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Good luck tomorrow!
Apollo:
...Thank you! I'm... I'm fine! Everything will be fine!
Phoenix:
You can call me anytime if you feel you need to, but...
Apollo:
...But I'll be fine on my own, right? Yes, I think so, too. I can do this!
Phoenix:
That's the spirit. Give it your best out there, Apollo!
Phone:
......*beep*
Apollo:
............
Athena:
What is it, Apollo? What are you smiling about?
Apollo:
Who, me? I-It's nothing... (Mr. Wright believes in me. I-I can't let him down!) We have to win this trial, Athena!
Athena:
I couldn't agree more! And I'll do everything in my power to help!
Apollo:
(Our opponent tomorrow... "Prosecutor Sahdmadhi," huh? Why now of all times...? Still, I don't care who it is! I can't afford to let my guard down for anyone!)
Anime cutsceme
Nahyuta:
O restless wandering soul of the dead...
Ema:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Sorry to disturb you, but... I figured I should tell you...the lead attorney's been decided. It's...Apollo Justice.
Nahyuta:
Apollo... Justice.
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Apollo:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Area already examined
Apollo:
We've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.
The Magical Turnabout
Image Gallery
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
April 28District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Apollo:
I'm fine... I'm fine... I'm Apollo Justice, and I'm fine...
Trucy:
Is Apollo okay? He's been muttering to himself all morning...
Athena:
He's been like that since yesterday. Guess the pressure of today's trial is getting to him.
Trucy:
Poor Polly... He's really tearing himself up over all of this.
Athena:
Get it together, Apollo!
Apollo:
Yikes! Athena! Wh-When did you get here?
Athena:
Try to relax a little bit, will you? You're getting yourself way too worked up.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah... But I'm all right. I'm fine!
Athena:
You know, I did a little digging on this Nahyuta Sahdmadhi guy... He's apparently not your run-of-the-mill prosecutor.
Apollo:
...Oh, yeah? What did you find out?
Athena:
Well, they say he wields an incredible power... ...to accurately read a trial's karma and its ultimate fate.
Apollo:
What is THAT supposed to mean?
Athena:
I don't have all the details, but apparently... ...he can foresee how the arguments will go, and even lead his opposition. So the defense basically ends up going in whatever direction he has in his head
Apollo:
...Man, this isn't going to be a cake walk, if that's true...
Athena:
Ema DID say she'd talk to him for us, though. Here's hoping that went well.
Apollo:
(In any case, it sounds like he's going to keep us on our toes.)
That's why I know you're ready, why I know I can leave Trucy and the office to you. ...I believe in you, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Mr. Wright is putting his faith in me. I can't let him down now!) I'm fine... I'm fine. I'm fine!
Trucy:
There he goes again. It's almost like he's chanting a prayer.
Apollo:
I'm fine... I'm fine... I'm Apollo Justice, and I'm fine!
Athena:
If you say so, Apollo...
Guard:
The trial will start momentarily. Is the defense ready?
Apollo:
Yes! WE'RE FINE! (Trucy's fate and the fate of the agency rest on this trial... This is it, Justice! If ever there was a time to shine, it's now!)
April 28, 9:30 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 6
Day 1
Court Is Now In Session
All Rise
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Trucy Wright.
Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Nahyuta:
............
Judge:
And the prosecution?
Nahyuta:
............
Judge:
Um, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi...?
Nahyuta:
...A thousand pardons. It was rude of me to keep you waiting. I was praying for the victim.
Judge:
Oh! Praying... Yes. Yes, I see. You're a Khura'inist monk, correct, Prosecutor?
Nahyuta:
...Yes, that is correct. I am but a lowly monk from the Kingdom of Khura'in. I beg in advance for the forgiveness and kind patience of everyone here in this court. I am unfamiliar with the proceedings of this country, and may make many blunders.
Athena:
Hmm... He seems like such a gentle-mannered soul, doesn't he?
Apollo:
(I wonder if Ema had a chance to talk with him about Trucy...)
Judge:
Now then, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, your opening statement, if you would.
Nahyuta:
...Certainly. In the name of the Holy Mother... ...I vow to guide the victim's soul to a land of eternal peace known as the Twilight Realm. Now, let the last rites of the victim begin.
Apollo:
(Nahyuta Sahdmadhi... He's really been making a name for himself apparently, but... ...that nickname -- "Last Rites Prosecutor"... I wonder how that will come into play today.)
Nahyuta:
The incident took place in the middle of a spectacular magic show. The accused performed a magic trick in which she thrust a sword into a coffin... ...a coffin from which the body of the victim then spilled out -- dead from a fatal stabbing. The victim's name was Manov Mistree, otherwise known as "The Great Mr. Reus." His blood was found on the sword that was used during the magic trick.
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
So his death was just an unfortunate accident?
Nahyuta:
It is only natural for one to assume as such, Your Honor... ...however, it was no mere accident, but rather... a homicide. The prosecution's position is thus: that this was a murder made to look like an accident.
Judge:
I see. And you believe this crime was committed by the defendant?
Nahyuta:
...After a thorough consideration of all possible scenarios... ...I, unfortunately, had no other choice but to conclude as much.
Apollo:
(So that's how it's going to be, huh...)
Athena:
I guess Ema couldn't convince him after all...
Judge:
...Very well. And now, let us hear from the defense.
Apollo:
Naturally, we maintain that the defendant is innocent, Your Honor.
Nahyuta:
...If the defense wouldn't mind... ...could you please explain your reasoning?
Apollo:
My reasoning...? Um, well... I would have to say that my main reason is because... I believe in the defendant.
Nahyuta:
...I see. So you find it difficult to come up with anything more concrete than that, do you? What a fine demonstration of the fact that you are indeed a lawyer of putrid mind.
Apollo:
..."P-Putrid mind"...?
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Apollo:
E-Excuse me, but I don--
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Apollo:
!
Nahyuta:
Judge:
...If you don't mind my asking, Prosecutor, what was that you were just chanting?
Nahyuta:
A sutra of the Holy Mother that guides those of tainted soul toward enlightenment. It is a Khura'inist incantation to awaken the foolish from their fruitless slumber. Fitting for a lawyer who indulges in such fancy as the innocence of the accused.
Judge:
I-I see... So basically, you're asking the defense to "get real"?
Nahyuta:
Allow me these few words, defense. It is my duty as a monk to punish sinners, and to guide victims' souls to the Twilight Realm. Should you show repentance and admit to the accused's guilt now, no harm will come to you. But... should you interfere with my sacred last rites for the victim... ...then I shall cast you down into the pit of hell, along with Trucy Wright!
Apollo:
............N-Now wait just one minute here! "Putrid"?! "Pit of hell"?! Is that any way to address someone in a court of law?!
Judge:
Hmm... Prosecutor Sahdmadhi... That may be the way you conduct trials in Khura'in... ...but I would appreciate it if you would refrain from such charged language here.
Nahyuta:
Your Honor, that was but a Khura'inist sermon for those who have strayed from the path. Harsh words are often necessary to admonish contemptible deviants who cannot see reason.
Judge:
O-Oh, I see... I-I didn't realize...
Athena:
I guess they really do hate defense attorneys in Khura'in, huh. Even still, that was way, way over the top as far as verbal abuse goes.
Apollo:
And the trial's only just begun...
Judge:
Hmm... Well, defense, I suppose the way a prosecutor does things varies by country. Why don't we look at this as cross-cultural exchange and try to be open-minded about it?
Apollo:
What?!
Judge:
Bailiff, please bring in the first witness. 
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Apollo:
(Uh-oh. I thought she'd "said goodbye" to the Snackoos...)
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Judge:
............Detective Skye! The courtroom is no place for gorging yourself!
Ema:
......What's wrong with having a little snack? Girl's gotta eat, right?!
Athena:
She, uh, seems a little stressed out.
Nahyuta:
Detective Skye, your testimony, please.
Ema:
Y-Yeah, about that... I just want to state for the record that... I believe Trucy Wright is innocent!
Judge:
I-I'm sorry?!
Nahyuta:
...Detective Skye, this path you seek to follow is misguided. Giving the wrongdoer false hope will only deepen her despair in the end.
Ema:
But I...!
Nahyuta:
Let it go, and move on. Acts which go against your duty will earn you divine punishment from the Holy Mother.
Ema:
! ............MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH CHEW CHEW CHEW... ...Fine. I don't know about the "divine" part, but I get the "punishment" bit loud and clear...
Athena:
I guess Ema got assigned tons of paperwork or something for sticking up for Trucy...
Apollo:
She and Prosecutor Sahdmadhi don't seem to get along very well, do they?
Nahyuta:
Shall we continue? The prosecution contends that the accused had a clear motive. The evidence, if you would, Detective Skye.
Ema:
All right... Please take a look at this poster. It's a Troupe Gramarye poster from thirteen years ago.
Apollo:
Hm?& Is it just me or is it a little different from the one in Ms. Wright's dressing room?
Ema:
This is a revised version of that poster.
Apollo:
This one says "CANCELED" under Mr. Reus.
Ema:
That's right. Mr. Reus left the troupe after the first version of the poster was printed. Take a look at Mr. Reus's right forearm, near his elbow. See the big scar there? He apparently got that when he made a mistake while practicing a magic trick.
Apollo:
(Ouch. That's quite a scar...)
Ema:
Because of the accident, Magnifi Gramarye concluded Mr. Reus was too unskilled. Just before the show was to open, Magnifi announced Mr. Reus wouldn't be appearing. But in defiance of Magnifi's decision, Mr. Reus tried to go on stage anyway. This, in turn, caused Magnifi to oust Mr. Reus from the troupe on the spot.
Judge:
He kicked Mr. Reus out? That seems rather extreme. Did he really have to go that far?
Nahyuta:
When it came to magic, Troupe Gramarye was so passionate... ...or should I say "extreme," about it that it caused problems for them from time to time.
Judge:
Yes, they even caused this court a mountain of trouble with their extreme antics.
Nahyuta:
And now, the troupe's successor has committed a murder. It seems the troupe's rare talent was inherited by the right person after all. A putrid talent for criminality.
Apollo:
............
............
Judge:
............Y-You sound rather extreme yourself, Prosecutor.
Nahyuta:
Criminals with impure souls do not deserve sympathy, Your Honor.
Ema:
Ahem! As I was saying... After his expulsion, Mr. Reus apparently went on to hold a grudge against the troupe. He would tell those close to him, "I will get my revenge on Troupe Gramarye someday!"
Judge:
Revenge, hmm? That certainly sounds antagonistic.
Thirteen-Year-Old Poster updated in the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
And then, his chance for revenge finally came. If you would be so kind, Detective Skye?
Ema:
...I guess I don't have a choice, do I?
Witness Testimony
-- The Defendant's Motive --
Ema:
The victim planned to get his revenge on Troupe Gramarye during Trucy's magic show.
Mr. Reus was going to first steal the Gramarye notebook from the defendant.
He then intended to reveal the secrets behind their magic tricks during the show.
That was the victim's plan for revenge. And while he did, in fact, steal the notebook...
...the defendant murdered him before he had a chance to reveal the secrets.
Nahyuta:
By the time the accused had discovered the notebook's theft, it was too late. Her only option was to kill Mr. Reus, and make it look like an accident.
Apollo:
Apollo:
That's nothing but conjecture!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
The victim's assistant, Bonny de Famme, gave the police a statement. She testified that just before the start of the show, Mr. Reus said... "I'm going to reveal all of Troupe Gramarye's secrets on stage today!"
Apollo:
What?!
Athena:
Hmm... Well, that isn't exactly a great starting point for a rebuttal, is it...?
Apollo:
You're telling me...
Nahyuta:
Allow me to give you one piece of advice, defense.
Apollo:
Oh? And what's that?
Nahyuta:
Let it go, and move on.
Apollo:
Excuse me?
Nahyuta:
Helping a sinner will only sully your own soul. One possessed of an unclean soul will burn in the flames of hell... ...and then be ever burdened with that sin in their next life.
Apollo:
B-But I don't believe in that sort of thing... Besides, I have no intention of giving up!
Nahyuta:
O Holy Mother, grant me the strength to deal with this putrid lawyer. All actions have consequences, and yours will surely earn you the honor of being... ...a mere stink bug, at best, in your next life.
Apollo:
A stink bug?!
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Stink Bu-- I mean, Mr. Justice. Your cross-examination, please.
Cross Examination
-- The Defendant's Motive --
Ema:
The victim planned to get his revenge on Troupe Gramarye during Trucy's magic show.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Revenge after all this time? It's been thirteen years already. Why now?
Ema:
...I know, right? I thought that was pretty sketchy, myself. I mean, wouldn't he have done it a long time ago, if he was gonna do it? After all--
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Detective Skye, self-indulgent outbursts such as those will earn you divine punishment. In the form of a salary evaluation.
Ema:
Eep! .........MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH!
Apollo:
(Wait, THAT'S what "divine punishment" means?)
Nahyuta:
Let the detective have her snack. This humble servant of the Holy Mother shall explain. Over a decade ago, Troupe Gramarye was at the height of their popularity. But then their reputation declined, and they had all but faded from public memory. Until recently, that is, when Trucy Wright sought to recapture their former glory.
Judge:
The defendant? And at such a young age, too! How impressive!
Nahyuta:
...Yes, the accused's skill at magic is undeniably impressive. If she hadn't fallen onto the path of sin, she would have had a bright future ahead of her.
Judge:
Hmm... It's always sad to see such promising young potential go to waste... Now, then, Detective Skye. How did Mr. Reus plan to get his revenge? And please put down the Snackoos before you continue with your testimony.
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. ...Yes, Your Honor.
Ema:
Mr. Reus was going to first steal the Gramarye notebook from the defendant.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What evidence do you have that Mr. Reus actually stole the notebook?
Ema:
...Well, you see... I... ...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH!
Apollo:
Um, whenever you're ready, Detective...
Nahyuta:
Fret not, Detective Skye. You have nothing to repent for. You should be proud of the fine forensic discovery that you made.
Apollo:
"Forensic discovery"? And what did she discover, specifically?
Nahyuta:
Detective Skye identified a certain set of fingerprints on the notebook. Upon further inspection, she determined that they belonged to Mr. Reus.
Apollo:
What?!
Nahyuta:
The detective found the fingerprints entirely of her own volition. For that, I must say well done, Detective Skye.
Ema:
Urk! ...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
(Get a little too addicted to using your precious white powder, did you, Ema?)
Nahyuta:
Now, Detective Skye, I would ask you to explain... ...exactly how Mr. Reus intended to use the notebook to exact his revenge.
Ema:
All right... Well, first, he stole the notebook...
Ema:
He then intended to reveal the secrets behind their magic tricks during the show.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
"I'm going to reveal all of Troupe Gramarye's secrets on stage today!" That's what Mr. Reus himself said, right?
Ema:
Right, but he didn't exactly specify which "Gramarye secrets" he was talking about.
Apollo:
But the prosecution thinks he was referring to& the secrets behind Troupe Gramarye's magic?
Nahyuta:
Yes, that is the prosecution's assertion. When the accused realized that Mr. Reus was to reveal... ...her family's most closely-guarded secrets, she naturally panicked.
Apollo:
(So basically... ...Trucy's notebook was hiding in Mr. Reus's things because he had stolen it himself?)
Judge:
I see... Truly, a motive that only a magician could have.
Ema:
...Yes. That's what the prosecution believes, anyway...
Ema:
That was the victim's plan for revenge. And while he did, in fact, steal the notebook...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Do you really believe what you're saying, Detective Skye? Do you really think Ms. Wright killed Mr. Reus to stop him from getting his revenge?
Ema:
O-Of course I don't think that! The Trucy we know would neve--!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
............Keep your private considerations separate from your public duty. I warned you about this very thing before the trial began, did I not, Detective Skye?
Ema:
! ...Y-Yes, you did.
Nahyuta:
Please recite my exact words to you.
Ema:
"Ema Skye, you are a detective first and foremost, not the accused's friend." "Remember your duty and fulfill it faithfully."
Nahyuta:
Excellent. So you DO remember what I said to you. Your devotion to your work will be rewarded, for the Holy Mother sees all.
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH... This "Holy Mother" is no scientific concept I've ever heard of.
Athena:
Those two REALLY don't get along, do they?
Apollo:
Well, science and religion go together about as well as oil and water...
Ema:
Um, as I was saying...
Ema:
...the defendant murdered him before he had a chance to reveal the secrets.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I'm sorry, but what exactly is the basis for claiming it was murder?
Ema:
............Beats me.
Apollo:
What...? The basis is "beats me"...?
Ema:
You'll have to ask Prosecutor Sahdmadhi over there, because... ...he hasn't told ME his reasoning, either. ...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Nahyuta:
...Detective Skye. Your feeding of information to the defense has not gone unnoticed by my eyes.
Ema:
Ulp!
Nahyuta:
The bad karma of acts which go against your duty will impinge upon you in your next life. But, even before that, it may impinge upon your job in the form of a transfer...
Ema:
Ack! P-Please don't get me kicked out of the forensics unit! Anything but that!
Apollo:
(Poor Ema... She's really been risking everything for us.) Well, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? What are your grounds for claiming homicide?
Nahyuta:
It was the luminous tape in the understage passage.I realized that it had been moved. Moved so that Mr. Reus would climb up into the downstage coffin by mistake.
Apollo:
What?!
Nahyuta:
Mr. Reus, who was waiting in the understage passage... ...was supposed to have used the upstage ladder, shown here on the left. He was to climb up into the coffin that had been set up in the backstage area. After being turned into a stuffed dragon during Act One... ...Mr. Reus was supposed to come back to life and emerge from that coffin. But the luminous tape had been moved to mark the downstage ladder... ...so the victim climbed up into the coffin on the stage itself by mistake. The very same coffin the accused thrust her sword into.
Apollo:
A-And you have proof that it was my client who moved the tape?!
Nahyuta:
But of course. ...Detective Skye?
Ema:
Hm? ............Oh, that's right! ...I identified the defendant's fingerprints on the luminous tape.
Apollo:
Y-You WHAAAT?! (He actually had proof?!)
Nahyuta:
Well, defense? Are you finally ready to let it all go, and move on?
Apollo:
A-Absolutely not!
Judge:
Detective, please add the information about the prints on the tape to your testimony.
Adds statement "The defendant's prints were on the tape. I guess she must've moved it during the show."
Ema:
The defendant's prints were on the tape. I guess she must've moved it during the show.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What made you think to check the luminous tape for prints?
Ema:
...W-Well...
Athena:
I bet it was "detective's intuition"!
Ema:
...I dusted not just the tape, but just about everywhere for fingerprints.
Apollo:
Oh?
Ema:
I dusted pretty much every single surface in the theater. I mean, it was so nice to be able to dust for prints without anybody getting mad at me!
Apollo:
(It's great that you're enthusiastic, Ema, but there IS such a thing as too enthusiastic...)
Present Fingerprinting Results
Apollo:
Leads to: 
"I'm sorry, Detective Skye, but there's a flaw in your testimony."
Before adding sixth statement
Apollo:
Let's try to draw out all that we can from Ema's testimony. Knowing her, I'm sure she'll try to help us out as much as she can.
Athena:
Right. As long as Prosecutor Sahdmadhi doesn't cut her off at the pass, that is...
After adding sixth statement
Athena:
The tape was moved... ...to guide Mr. Reus into the coffin that was downstage...? If that's true, it DOES sound like a murder rather than an accident.
Apollo:
It certainly doesn't help that Trucy's prints are on the tape.
Athena:
Ugh...
Apollo:
(I wish I knew what sound would even be appropriate to make in this situation...)
Apollo:
I'm sorry, Detective Skye, but there's a flaw in your testimony.
Ema:
Oh! Really?
Apollo:
The prosecution is claiming that Ms. Wright moved the understage tape during the show... ...in order to guide the victim into the coffin downstage. But it doesn't make sense that she would leave prints on the tape at that time.
Judge:
It doesn't?
Apollo:
Please consider the fingerprinting results of the main coffin... ...which shows that not one of my client's fingerprints was found on or in it.
Ema:
That's true... We didn't find any of her prints on that coffin. ............Hm?
Apollo:
I think you've realized what the flaw in your testimony is. Claiming Ms. Wright left prints on the tape during the show is inconsistent with the facts. Because she was wearing gloves during the show.
Ema:
Oh!
Apollo:
She must've left the prints sometime BEFORE the show started. In other words, her prints do NOT prove she moved the tape to mislead the victim. The prosecution's investigation was insufficient!
Ema:
Oh, my! ............But, on a personal level, I'm very happy about that!
Judge:
Well, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? If the defense's argument is true... ...then you have no evidence the defendant moved the tape to deceive the victim.
Nahyuta:
I see... Apparently, the defense is more intelligent than I had thought... More than a stink bug, at any rate.
Apollo:
Come on. You can bump me up to at least a stag beetle now, can't you?
Athena:
Would that really be any better?
Apollo:
Of course! WAY better! Stag beetles are cool, with those huge mandibles of theirs!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
If the defense wishes to be promoted to a stag beetle... ...then answer me this question.
Apollo:
All right. Shoot.
Nahyuta:
Even with no evidence that the accused moved the tape to misguide the victim... ...the victim still climbed the ladder, using the tape as a guide... ...and entered the coffin on the stage. The accused then thrust her sword into said coffin with the victim in it.
Judge:
So what you're saying is, the fact remains that the victim was stabbed to death, right?
Nahyuta:
Precisely. However, this does drastically change one aspect of this case: If the accused did not lead the victim into the coffin on purpose... ...then it means the victim's death could have been accidental. If it was indeed an accident, the defense can argue that it was involuntary manslaughter.
Judge:
I see... If it was involuntary manslaughter, they could plead extenuating circumstances. And the severity of the crime could be mitigated.
Nahyuta:
Defense, if you believe the accused did not murder the victim... ...then do you argue that it was an accident?
Apollo:
(This is it -- the all-important question.) The defense argues that Mr. Reus's death was...
An accident
Apollo:
The defense believes this incident was an unfortunate acci--
Athena:
Athena:
Apollo! Wait! Wouldn't that mean we're admitting Trucy stabbed the victim?! If we do that, we won't be able to plead that Trucy was not at fault!
Apollo:
...Oops.
Judge:
So the defense argues that the victim's death was an accident, is that correct?
Apollo:
(No, because I definitely can't allow Trucy to be implicated in the stabbing.)
Leads to:
"The defense maintains that the defendant is entirely innocent."
Murder
Leads to:
"The defense maintains that the defendant is entirely innocent."
Apollo:
The defense maintains that the defendant is entirely innocent. We believe that it wasn't an accident, but murder. And, what's more, we believe it was committed by a third party.
Ema:
A-A third party?! As in the true culprit is someone else?
Nahyuta:
Hmph. That is quite a brazen claim to make -- and one wholly without grounds. our voice is as loud as your suit, and your mind echoes just as loudly in emptiness. Surely, you were but a loud red pepper in your previous life.
Apollo:
I've been demoted to a vegetable?!
Athena:
Wow... I didn't know a person could be reincarnated as a non-sentient plant...
Apollo:
I-In any case! I DO have grounds to make this claim!
Nahyuta:
............Let us hear this reasoning of yours, then.
Apollo:
All right. But before I give it, there is one question that we need to address. If the victim was killed by some third party... ...then the sword the defendant thrust into the coffin wasn't the cause of death. If that's the case, then how did we wind up with a dead body inside the coffin?
Judge:
Now let's hear your opinion, Mr. Justice. How did the victim's body wind up inside the coffin?
He was killed in the coffin
Apollo:
I suppose the victim might have been killed inside the coffin.
Nahyuta:
...Exactly. And who was the one who thrust the sword into the coffin?
Apollo:
It was Ms. Wright, of cour-- Ack!
Nahyuta:
Your Honor, it would appear the defense has finally given up. Please render your verdict.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Now wait just a minute! I said "might have been." I didn't say "definitely was."
Judge:
Did you really think such verbal acrobatics would get you off the hook?
Apollo:
(Oh, if only I could've stuck the landing better...)
Judge:
Why don't you try again, defense?
Leads back to:
"How did the victim's body wind up inside the coffin?"
It was magic!
Apollo:
The defense would like to contend that it was magic. I've seen that kind of trick before. Money appearing in an empty box, for example.
Judge:
I see. And how does a trick like that work? What's the secret to it?
Apollo:
The appeal of magic is in the mystery, wouldn't you agree, Your Honor? Sometimes it's better to just accept it for what it is -- enjoy it, and move on.
Judge:
...The real mystery here... is how you passed the bar exam, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
All right, let's just move on then, shall we...?
Judge:
Why don't you try again, defense?
Leads back to:
"How did the victim's body wind up inside the coffin?"
He was killed understage
Leads to:
"What if the victim was killed under the stage before being put into the coffin?"
Apollo:
What if the victim was killed under the stage before being put into the coffin? In other words, what if the victim was already dead in the coffin from the get-go?!
Judge:
Oh, I see! In that case, the defendant's sword wouldn't have been the cause of death. How do you respond, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
............That is the third time.
Judge:
The third time of what?
Nahyuta:
Hyah!
Apollo:
............ Wh-What the heck is this?
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Hrnh!
Apollo:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Owowowowow! M-My heaaaaaaaad! What do you think you're doing?!
Nahyuta:
"Even the merciful Holy Mother loses patience if she is struck three times." Since you never learn, you needed to be punished.
Apollo:
Why don't you let ME worry about what I need and don't need?!
Nahyuta:
It is what you deserve for interfering with my sacred last rites for the victim. You are a brainless lawyer chasing phantoms. You know nothing. Let this humble servant of the Holy Mother give you an edifying sermon.
Apollo:
A sermon? Now?
Nahyuta:
There is a passage in the sacred scriptures of Khura'inism. "A cornered frog will swallow even a snake."
Apollo:
Huh?
Judge:
.........A cornered lawyer has unexpectedly struck back hard against the prosecution. Did I get it right?
Nahyuta:
No, for I am not done with my sermon. "And yet, the frog still dies, its belly bitten and torn from within."
Apollo:
Just great...
Nahyuta:
And in this case, you are that frog, defense.
Apollo:
...Um, what exactly is your point, anyway?
Nahyuta:
Let us assume for a moment that the victim was killed under the stage. Who, then, had the opportunity to do so during the show?
Apollo:
Let's see... The people in the show were...
Nahyuta:
Bonny de Famme, the victim Mr. Reus, and Trucy Wright. Bonny de Famme was onstage throughout the entire show... ...as easily confirmed by the footage from the show. Which leaves us with only one suspect: Trucy Wright.
Apollo:
Agnk!
Nahyuta:
Now do you see? The accused killed Mr. Reus as he waited on standby in the understage passage... ...and then placed his dead body in the coffin above. Thus making the murder look like an accident!
Apollo:
Nooooooooooooooooo!
Nahyuta:
O great and merciful Holy Mother... Thus, another putrid mind has been guided toward enlightenment.
Apollo:
(Ugh... I can't believe I swallowed his trick question whole.)
Athena:
Athena:
Sorry, but I have to raise an objection here!
Apollo:
Athena? What are you...?
Athena:
There's something I want to point out, Apollo.
Nahyuta:
And who might you be? You strike me as a mere child in countenance.
Athena:
I may be young... ...but I have an attorney's badge just the same!
Nahyuta:
And you would contribute to this discussion in that capacity?
Athena:
I most certainly would! You just argued that the defendant killed the victim under the stage. But let me remind you that Ms. Wright... is a girl.
Nahyuta:
...Clearly. Surely you didn't raise an objection simply to point out such an obvious fact? Your Honor, please send for this little child's guardian to come take her home.
Athena:
Athena:
B-But I'm not done with my sermon!
Apollo:
You don't need to talk like Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, you know.
Athena:
Listen. If the victim was killed in the understage passage... ...then his body would then have to be hauled up to the stage, right? However... ...Ms. Wright is a young girl -- and a pretty petite one, at that. She couldn't possibly have hefted that large body up and put it in the coffin!
Judge:
That's true! It does seem like it would be a rather difficult task for the defendant... I don't think even I could do it.
Athena:
What do you think of that, Prosecutor?! Who's the child now?!
Nahyuta:
In my religion, the priestesses of Khura'inism are revered as the pillars of our beliefs. So I naturally hold nothing but deep respect for women. I also think highly of the female perspective.
Athena:
Says the man who called this fair maiden a "little child"...
Apollo:
(Who's a "fair maiden"...?)
Nahyuta:
I agree that your point is worth discussing, defense. How, indeed, was the dead body raised up into the coffin? By the accused, Trucy Wright, that is.
Athena:
You're committed to pointing the finger at her no matter what, huh! Then YOU explain how that'd even be possible!
Nahyuta:
But of course. There was a way for even a small creature like her to raise the victim's body up.
Athena:
...Wait! You really CAN explain it?!
Nahyuta:
I foresaw that our arguments would come to this, so I have prepared a witness.
Judge:
Well, well. I admire your readiness, Prosecutor.
Nahyuta:
It is really not that difficult when one can read the ultimate outcome of any trial.
Athena:
He couldn't have REALLY predicted that things would turn out like this, could he?
Apollo:
(It's pretty hard to believe...)
Ema:
...Excuse me, but may I step down now?
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, I suppose you may.
Nahyuta:
One moment, Detective Skye.
Ema:
! U-Um... I'm sorry... for, you know... the way I handled all of this...
Nahyuta:
You did a fine job, Detective. Your testimony was invaluable.
Ema:
It was?
Nahyuta:
Yes. You served well as a detective, and did not allow your personal feelings to interfere. You overcame the conflicted emotions you felt and performed your duty admirably. You will be rewarded for your fine work.
Ema:
............Oh! Uh, thank you.
Nahyuta:
I hope we can work together again in the future.
Apollo:
(Ema seems bewildered by the unexpected praise.)
Athena:
I guess he's a pretty nice person like they say -- as long as you're not up against him.
Judge:
Now, then. Let us call the next witness.
Nahyuta:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Bonny:
Hello, ladies and gentlemen of the court! It's very nice to meet all of you! I'm a lagomorph-ing illusionist from the land of fairy tales, Bonny de Famme! I can't wait to do some magic tricks for all of you!
Nahyuta:
Please, witness... There is a time and a place for all things, including magic.
Bonny:
Aw! B-But... But it would be okay if I do just a LITTLE magic, right? Come on! Please? Look! Everybody is waiting! Now's my chance to shine!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Bonny:
!
Nahyuta:
That is your second time...
Bonny:
My second time doing what?
Nahyuta:
...There will be no further warnings. You should know that from our preparatory meeting, correct?
Bonny:
Yeep!
Apollo:
(Is no one exempt from His Holiness's rosary of suffering...?)
Judge:
May we have your testimony, witness? Once you've recovered from your disappointment...
Bonny:
Well, as a huge fan of Trucy's... ...I don't really want to testify against her... But I guess I have to... don't I?
Apollo:
(As a "huge fan of Trucy's," huh...)
Bonny:
I hate her. I LOATHE her! I can't stand that Trucy Wright! Just because she's a little good at magic, she thinks she's all that! So this is exactly what that sniveling brat deserves!
Apollo:
(Sure, you're a real fan, all right... Of destroying Trucy, you mean.)
Witness Testimony
-- The Understage Passage --
Bonny:
I really can't believe that Trucy killed Mr. Reus...
I guess it's possible for a small girl to lift a dead body up if she used a stage lift...
Is it possible...? Could Trucy really have...?
If Trucy did use a stage lift, I think she must've used stage lift #2...
I was onstage for the entire show, by the way.
Apollo:
You were onstage the whole time...? And you're sure about that?
Nahyuta:
There is no question. The entire audience could testify to that fact. What's more, she is shown clearly in the TV show footage as well.
Bonny:
I couldn't possibly have killed Mr. Reus! Not little old me!
Nahyuta:
Therefore, the only person who could have killed the victim understage is the accused. Furthermore, by using a stage lift, even a petite young lady... ...could have raised the body up to the stage without difficulty.
Apollo:
(You've gotta be kidding me...)
Judge:
Very well. The defense may now cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- The Understage Passage --
Bonny:
I really can't believe that Trucy killed Mr. Reus...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You said you are a "huge fan of Trucy's," isn't that right?
Bonny:
Oh, yes! I even became a magician because I wanted to be just like her! The first time I saw her, she was performing at the Wonder Bar. She was only in junior high back then, but she got up on stage with tons of confidence. And then, she proceeded to win my heart with her astonishing tricks and winning smile!
Apollo:
(Hmm... She certainly sounds like she means all of that...)
Apollo:
So, finally being able to perform with her must have been quite a treat for you, right?
Bonny:
Oh, yes! After all, it was my chance to have her see me... ...not just as a fan, but as a fellow magician! ............But then that horrible accident happened...
Nahyuta:
............It was not an accident. It was murder. Witness, please explain, if you would... ...how a small young woman such as Trucy Wright could have raised the body.
Bonny:
I guess it's possible for a small girl to lift a dead body up if she used a stage lift...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What makes you think it would be possible? It's not like you tried it out yourself, right?
Bonny:
Well, uh... Actually, we did try it out for ourselves.
Apollo:
You did?!
Nahyuta:
...Detective Skye, if you would.
Ema:
Oh! ...S-So that's why you made me do that!
Apollo:
Detective Skye, what did he have you do?
Ema:
The prosecutor asked me to try raising one of the male police officers with the stage lift. Without a single word of explanation as to WHY he was making me do it!
Apollo:
You're kidding...
Athena:
It's as if he really CAN foresee all of our counterarguments...
Nahyuta:
...Hmph. Do not underestimate this humble servant of the Holy Mother.
Apollo:
More like "haughty"...
Bonny:
I guess that means Trucy COULD have lifted the dead body up... Does that mean...?
Bonny:
Is it possible...? Could Trucy really have...?
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Is what possible...? "Could Trucy really have" what, Ms. de Famme? Please finish your sentence.
Bonny:
Eek! Well, I-I...
Apollo:
Don't try to beat around the bush! Come right out and say it. Why not tell this court what you REALLY believe?!
Bonny:
What I REALLY believe? Of course I... Of course I don't believe Trucy could ever commit murder! Such an amazing and wonderful magician would never do such a thing! But... taking all the facts into account... what else can I think?
Apollo:
(I know of at least three other unflattering things you REALLY think about Trucy...)
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
How can you attack this girl when she is obviously speaking with reserve?
Judge:
There is such a thing as "reading between the lines," Mr. Justice. It's sad how the youth of today lack the ability to do such a basic thing. ............
Apollo:
(Looking at me like that isn't going to help me stick my foot in my mouth less, Your Honor.)
Nahyuta:
Witness, please describe what the accused might have used to lift the dead body.
Bonny:
All right...
Bonny:
If Trucy did use a stage lift, I think she must've used stage lift #2...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Stage lift #2? You mean the stage lift shown here on the left?
Bonny:
That's right. With a stage lift... ...I'd think even a small girl could easily lift a dead body up to the stage.
Apollo:
And so that makes her the murderer, in your opinion?
Bonny:
O-Of course not! I believe in Trucy! Like I said, I'm a huge fan of hers!
Apollo:
(Oh, brother. How long is she gonna keep this act up?)
Nahyuta:
Defense, what position was stage lift #2 in after the show?
Apollo:
Let's see... If I recall, it was in the fully raised position. ...AHHH!
Nahyuta:
And the reason why it was fully raised... ...is because the accused used it to lift the victim's body. Wouldn't you agree?
Apollo:
Nnngggh...!
Nahyuta:
Feel free to slowly mull it over while you roast over the flames of hell, you evil red pepper!
Apollo:
(So now I'm also "evil"...?)
Bonny:
I was onstage for the entire show, by the way.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You didn't have a single spare moment to slip down to the understage passage?
Bonny:
D-Don't tell me you suspect ME now?
Apollo:
I'm just trying to do my job by fully examining our alibi. Depending on how solid it is, I might have to suspect you, yes.
Bonny:
...You gotta be kidding me! Don't spit on my head and tell me it's raining, lawyer boy! I'm right there in the footage! Or are you too much of an idiot to see?!
Apollo:
Huh?
Judge:
M-Ms. de Famme? Are you feeling all right? You seem... suddenly different...
Bonny:
............Oh, uh, oops! Where did THAT come from, right? Oh, my! I seem to have snapped there for a second, didn't I? Tee hee!
Apollo:
(You didn't just snap -- you broke character just now.)
Bonny:
In any case, I was onstage the whole time, performing magic! I mean, you saw me in the footage, right? My dazzling and flawless performance?
Apollo:
"Flawless"? That's odd, considering what you told me. You said that you'd made a mistake with where you positioned Mr. Hat.
Bonny:
Ngh!
Judge:
Ms. de Famme, to what is the defense referring?
Bonny:
W-Well, I made a little mistake on stage... I was in charge of operating Mr. Hat, you see. According to the script, I was supposed to place him to the left of the coffin. But I flubbed it up, and made him stand to the right of the coffin instead.
Apollo:
(And because of that mistake... ...Trucy had to move the stage lifts around.)
Bonny:
I feel really bad about messing Trucy up like that with my goof. Tee hee!
Athena:
I wonder if it's really possible for a small girl to lift a dead body up like Bonny claims.
Apollo:
I guess it's possible with a stage lift...
Athena:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi also said Trucy was the only one who could've done it understage.
Apollo:
(This testimony sure isn't doing our case any favors...)
After pressing all statements:
Apollo:
(Darn it. I don't see any inconsistencies in her testimony.)
Bonny:
Hee hee hee! NOW do you know who the real killer is?! C'mon, Gramps! Don't just sit there! Hand down your ruling, pronto! Do it quick, before you keel over up there!
Judge:
I-I beg your pardon?!
Bonny:
Oops! Oh, what's gotten into me? I'm so sorry!
Apollo:
(I give her another five minutes before she tears off that mask...)
Nahyuta:
Well, defense? Are you ready to let it all go now?
Apollo:
O-Of course not! l I'll never give up!
Nahyuta:
I see. I suppose this too, is fate. The sacred scriptures of Khura'inism describe a variety of hells for the damned. For someone like you, who struggles ceaselessly against his fate... ..."Pahpul Boljhig" seems most appropriate.
Apollo:
"People boil--" WHAT?! (Oh, wait, that's Khura'inese...)
Judge:
Wh-What sort of terrible place is "Pahpul Boljhig"?
Nahyuta:
A place where the more one struggles, the further one falls into the abyss. At the bottom of the abyss, a ferocious beast awaits. Think of it as something akin to an antlion's sand pit trap.
Judge:
Oh, there's one of those in my backyard!
Athena:
Wow. Khura'inist hell is closer to home than I thought...
Judge:
Now, then. It would appear that the witness's testimony supports the prosecution's claims... ...that the defendant is the only one who could have killed the victim understage.
Apollo:
Grk... (How are we supposed to get out of this jam?)
Athena:
...Hey, Apollo? If you can't find any contradictions... ...maybe it's time to use analytical psychology!
Apollo:
You mean...?
Athena:
I heard some discord in Bonny's voice while she was testifying.
NOISE LEVEL100%
Athena:
See? Widget is picking up on the noise in her heart, too.
Apollo:
(That's right. Athena can hear things others can't with her super-sensitive hearing. She can hear the emotions people suppress as a kind of noise or discord in their voices.) ...All right, Athena. Let's give it a try.
Athena:
You got it!
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor! I'm afraid that our witness, Ms. de Famme... ...is suffering under terrible traumatic stress due to this horrible incident.
Judge:
She is?
Athena:
Yes, what with that terrible death on stage... ...and her beloved Trucy getting arrested, she's under awful strain and shock. In fact, I don't know how much more she can take before she is unfit to testify.
Bonny:
What?!
Judge:
I've heard of that. What is it called? "Postal Stress Disorder," right? It's where a person becomes uncontrollably angry, I think... I read about it somewhere.
Athena:
...That's "going postal," Your Honor. This is PTSD.
Judge:
Oh, my. So that's why the witness acts so hostile at times -- as if she were a different person.
Athena:
Yes. And I think her condition is clouding her memory of the incident. Therefore, I suggest a short therapy session for the witness!
Bonny:
Bonny:
Huuuh? Therapy?! You don't know the first thing about a magician's mental strength! I've risked my life jumping through rings of fire and having my body sawn in half! Oopsie! Boy, I have to watch my temper, don't I? Tee hee!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes, please do whatever you can to help this unfortunate young lady.
Nahyuta:
And what exactly is this child planning to do, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
With her super-sensitive hearing, Ms. Cykes can hear a witness's true emotions. Simply from tone and inflection, she can tell exactly what a person is feeling.
Athena:
I can even pick out feelings that a witness is trying to suppress or hide. Widget projects the emotions I hear into the Mood Matrix, where I can analyze them.
Nahyuta:
It sounds like some sort of spurious devilry. Though I find it hard to believe, I must ask: How do emotions constitute evidence?
Judge:
Hmm... While I won't say that emotions can be taken as evidence, per se... ...I have seen how instrumental Ms. Cykes's work has been in cracking a case. Therefore, I wholly support giving it a try.
Nahyuta:
...I see. If you are in favor of it, Your Honor, then I have no objections. Even this mere monk can see that something disturbs the witness.
Bonny:
Hmph! I'll disturb YOU!
Athena:
Oh, thank you for understanding, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! Apollo, you remember how to conduct a therapy session, right?
Apollo:
You want ME to lead the session?
Athena:
Of course. You're the lead on this case, after all.
Apollo:
(Fair enough. But, hmm... Do I need a refresher?)
Request an explanation
Apollo:
Okay, but I think I could use a refresher. So Bonny's emotions are shown here in the Mood Matrix, right?
Athena:
Exactly. The emotions I pick up on from her testimony are projected into this program. The Mood Matrix gives a visual representation of a witness's testimony and emotions. These four mood markers reflect fluctuations in a witness's emotions. As testimony unfolds, the mood markers flash in reaction to the witness's feelings. When the witness feels happy or is enjoying the memory, the "Happy" marker will light up. When the witness feels angry or frustrated, the "Angry" marker will react. When the witness feels sad or is scared by a memory, the "Sad" marker will blink. And when the witness feels surprised or confused, the "Surprised" marker will tell us.
Apollo:
Okay. I remember now. I need to find a conflict between what she's saying and which mood markers are blinking?
Athena:
That's right. And Ms. de Famme definitely has some conflicted emotions! See?
NOISE LEVEL100%
Athena:
Widget reacts to the suppressed emotions I pick up and projects them as noise. If we can pinpoint the inconsistencies between her testimony and her feelings... ...the noise level should drop to 0%, and the therapy session will be a success! When you find an unexpected emotion, touch "Pinpoint" (L)... ...and then select the unexpected emotion or reaction from the four mood markers.
Apollo:
(Okay. Now to give it a whirl.)
Leads to Mood Matrix session
No need
Apollo:
I think I still remember from the last time, let's get right into it.
Athena:
Okey-dokey. You ready, Widget?
Widget:
Let's do this!
Leads to Mood Matrix session
Bonny:
I guess Trucy is the one who killed Mr. Reus...
Bonny:
Even she could move the body with that lift.
Bonny:
I was onstage at the time.
Bonny:
But that terrible mistake...
Bonny:
...My stupid flub caused Trucy so much trouble!
Bonny:
I feel so bad about it.
Pinpoint Happiness
Apollo:
Leads to:
"I have to say, Ms. de Famme, you certainly are a strange one."
Apollo:
Okay, so I look for inconsistencies between her testimony and her emotions, right?
Athena:
That's right. Like if she says "I was so happy!" when the "Sad" marker is lit up... ...or if the "Sad" marker doesn't react, even though she says she was feeling down. When you find an unexpected emotion, go ahead and "Pinpoint" it.
Apollo:
(Okay. I'll give it a try.)
Apollo:
I have to say, Ms. de Famme, you certainly are a strange one. Even though you said, "I feel so bad about it," it seems you were feeling happy about it.
Bonny:
Nnnnnngh... Ouch!
Apollo:
I think I can guess why you were feeling happy. It must be because...
It was Trucy's big debut
Apollo:
I think you were happy because it was Ms. Wright's big debut. You're a big fan of hers, after all, right?
Bonny:
You kidding me, forehead boy?! Why in the world would I be HAPPY about HER debut?!
Judge:
Wh-What did you just say, Ms. de Famme? I thought you said you were Trucy Wright's biggest fan?
Bonny:
Oopsy! Y-Yes, of course I was happy for her! Ho ho ho!
Apollo:
(Her act is starting to get pretty sloppy...) All right. If that wasn't it, then maybe it was something else.
Leads back to:
"I think I can guess why you were feeling happy."
You made a mistake
Apollo:
I think you were happy because of your own mistake. Maybe you don't have confidence in yourself, so your mistake gives you a reason to quit.
Bonny:
Me? Lack confidence?! What a bunch of hooey! I've got confidence oozing out of every pore on my body! If I could bottle it, I'd be rich!
Apollo:
Right... Well, it certainly wouldn't be off of MY money... Look, just let me try one more time, Ms. de Famme.
Leads back to:
"I think I can guess why you were feeling happy."
You messed Trucy up
Leads to:
"I think you were happy because you messed the defendant up."
Apollo:
I think you were happy because you messed the defendant up.
Bonny:
Nnnnnnngh...
Apollo:
I'm right, aren't I?!
Bonny:
Y-Y-You gotta be kidding me! Why would I be happy I messed Trucy up?
Apollo:
Because we saw you.
Bonny:
I hate her. I LOATHE her! I can't stand that Trucy Wright! Just because she's a little good at magic, she thinks she's all that! So this is exactly what that sniveling brat deserves!
Apollo:
We saw how you said you hated Trucy Wright. How you were glad she was in trouble and even how it was "what she deserved."
Bonny:
Ouch.
Apollo:
It looks like I hit the bunny on the head, so to speak.
Bonny:
............Nnngrr...
NOISE LEVEL50%
Athena:
Apollo, the noise level dropped! Now if we could get it down to 0%...!
Apollo:
...Well, Ms. de Famme? Are you ready to confess how you really feel?
Bonny:
...Wh-What? What do you mean? I'm Bonny -- the sweet, cute little bunny! I'm a rookie magician working hard to be just like my idol, Trucy! That's the character I'm supposed to be!
Athena:
Athena:
Keep that up, Ms. de Famme, and you're going to have a mental breakdown. Just let yourself be who you really are!
Bonny:
Wh-Who I really am?
Athena:
The two sides of you are fighting each other and doing you psychic harm. I can hear them -- two distinct voices battling inside you.
Bonny:
Sh-Shut your pie hole, you know-nothing know-it-all! Urk! I-I mean, you mustn't say things like that, or I might get flustered!
Apollo:
Ms. de Famme, how long do you insist on maintaining this wolf in sheep's clothing act? We can't end this therapy session until you get real with us. Set the wild beast inside you free!
Bonny:
Ouch. Urrgh... ...Grrrrr!
............
............Heh heh heh... Ha ha ha ha ha!
Bonny:
Don't make me laugh! You don't know a dang thing about me. You wanna see who I really am? Fine! Take a good look!
Bonny:
Kee hee hee... Kee kee kee kee!
Apollo:
Wh-What in the world...?!
Bonny:
Sheep's clothing?! You've got it all wrong! It's a rabbit suit I've got on! And I'm not a wolf. I'm a blood-sucking vampire! A bat with fangs and wings! Kee hee hee! Kee kee kee kee kee!
Athena:
Eeeeeek! I-I think we just opened Pandora's box...
Bonny:
Kee kee kee kee! I'm finally done with that goody-two-shoes cottontail act! I feel free as a bat! Kee kee kee!
Judge:
Defense! Your "therapy session" has taken a turn for the worse, from the looks of it!
Apollo:
Th-There's... a perfectly good explanation for this... isn't there, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
Um... Eh heh... Methinks I created a monster...
Widget:
We blew it!
Bonny:
Hey, you! Lobster boy!
Apollo:
Wh-Who, ME?!
Bonny:
You think I'm glad Trucy is in trouble -- that I think she's getting her just desserts? Well, guess what... ...you're right! Kee hee hee! Kee kee kee kee!
Apollo:
Um... Does this mean you admit to wishing the defendant harm?
Bonny:
Well, the bat is out of the bag now! Kee hee hee! That mistake of mine was a work of art! Thanks to my goof, poor little Trucy had to do all of that hard physical labor.
Apollo:
When you say "hard physical labor," what are you referring to?
Bonny:
Because of Mr. Hat's new position, Trucy had to move both of those huge stage lifts!
Bonny:
They must've been sooo heavy... What a riot! Kee hee hee!
Apollo:
(That's strange...) Athena, could you please add that last statement to Bonny's testimony?
Athena:
All right. I'll update the Mood Matrix with the new info. ......Hm? Hey, Apollo. Now there's a new inconsistency in the testimony.
Apollo:
Yeah. She finally slipped up. So what do I need to do now?
Athena:
Well, from this point onward, you just do what you do best. Find the contradiction in the testimony and present evidence to refute it!
Apollo:
(All right. I've got you now, Bonny de Famme!)
Bonny:
I guess Trucy is the one who killed Mr. Reus...
Bonny:
Even she could move the body with that lift.
Bonny:
I was onstage at the time.
Bonny:
You know what? Serves her right! Kee kee kee kee!
Bonny:
Thanks to that, she ended up having to move the stage lifts.
Present Trucy's Statement
Apollo:
Leads to:
"That doesn't make sense."
Apollo:
There's definitely a contradiction in her testimony.
Athena:
So just present evidence like you always do. And since we finally found something, I'd say we can call the therapy session a success!
Apollo:
You call Batsy McBatty over there a "success"...?
Apollo:
...That doesn't make sense.
Bonny:
What?! So you think I'm crazy now?!
Apollo:
No. That's not the point I was trying to make.
Bonny:
But I don't hear you denying it!
Apollo:
Ms. de Famme, allow me to repeat your statement: "Thanks to that, she ended up having to move the stage lifts."
Bonny:
Kee hee hee! That's right! And I still say that's just what she deser--
Apollo:
But how did you know? How did you know Ms. Wright moved the stage lifts?
Bonny:
Huh?
Apollo:
According to her own statement... ...she didn't tell anyone that she had done so.
Bonny:
WH-WHAT?!
Apollo:
So how could you possibly have known what she had done, unless... you saw her...? You saw Ms. Wright moving the lifts in the understage passage, didn't you!
NOISE LEVEL0%BYE BYE
Athena:
You did it, Apollo! Noise levels are at 0%!
Judge:
B-But, Mr. Justice! Wouldn't that mean...?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. Ms. de Famme herself was under the stage where the victim was killed. And I hardly need to tell the court what that means...
Bonny:
Nnnnngh...
Apollo:
You are one artful liar, Ms. de Famme, and one spectacular suspect!
Bonny:
Keeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Wh-Why, you shiny red lobster boy! You're saying I killed Mr. Reus?!
Apollo:
I'm saying that it's a possibility. What's more... ...I say you had a solid motive to frame my client for the murder as well.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
My apologies for raining on the defense's merry revelry... ...but you seem to have forgotten one very important point.
Apollo:
Oh, really?
Nahyuta:
The TV footage. As you can clearly see... ...Ms. de Famme was on the stage the whole time. The entire audience can bear witness to that fact -- including you.
Apollo:
Oh, yeah...
Nahyuta:
You have just taken a long and senseless journey, only to return to the starting line. The witness could not have been in the understage passage, which means... ...the only one left who could have killed the victim is the accused!
Athena:
Guess the party's over.
Apollo:
Nnngh... B-But... ...Ms. de Famme knew something she couldn't have known unless she was under the stage! How do you explain that, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
It's quite simple: The accused must have told Ms. de Famme about it, but then forgot.
Apollo:
Hrrrmm...
Bonny:
Ha! Open those useless eyes of yours and take a good look at the footage!
Athena:
Hmm... If Ms. de Famme really WAS in the understage passage... ...it would mean she was onstage and understage at the same time.
Apollo:
You mean, she was in two places at once? ...........That does seem to be the only explanation that makes any sense...
Athena:
It may be an "explanation," but I'm not so sure about the "makes sense" part.
Apollo:
Then we'll just have to MAKE it make sense! Your Honor, the witness was both onstage and understage at the same time. That is the defense's assertion!
Judge:
.........Hmm... I've heard some illogical things come out of you before, but this is absurd.
Apollo:
I'm sure you'll change your tune once you hear my reasoning, Your Honor.
Judge:
My gut tells me you're bluffing but I'll bite. Very well, Mr. Justice. How do you explain how the witness was in two places at once?
She teleported
Apollo:
Let's not forget that Ms. de Famme's specialty is teleportation magic. With teleportation, she can be in two places at practically the same time!
Nahyuta:
............
Judge:
............So you believe that teleportation actually exists?
Apollo:
Well, you know what magicians always say about their magic: "It's all real! No tricks or gimmicks involved!"
Judge:
............Well, I have listened patiently to your reasoning... ...and the only thing dispelled is the false air of competency you tried to project.
Apollo:
Ha ha, I see what you did there. Good one, Your Honor!
Judge:
Ho ho ho. You might be surprised to hear this, but... ...I used to be known as the "Jokester Judge"!
Apollo:
(Well, at least I avoided a penalty with some well-placed brown-nosing.) Please let me try again, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"Very well, Mr. Justice."
There were two Bonnys
Leads to:
"............There were two Bonnys, Your Honor."
The Bonny onstage was fake
Apollo:
The Bonny de Famme onstage was fake.
Judge:
F-Fake? Really...?
Nahyuta:
...Such an assertion is not something one would expect to hear from a genuine lawyer.
Judge:
Oh! Maybe YOU are the fake, and your attorney's badge is made out of cardboard!
Apollo:
No, no! I'm the real thing, I swear! ...And why cardboard, specifically...?
Judge:
Let's just say I had an infuriating experience once thanks to one... In any case, your fake Bonny theory doesn't sound very convincing.
Athena:
It's not a bad idea, in theory... ...but I think the one on the stage was the real Bonny. You can just tell.
Apollo:
(If the one on the stage wasn't fake... ...does that mean the one understage was real, too...?) Please let me try again, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"Very well, Mr. Justice."
Apollo:
............There were two Bonnys, Your Honor. If that were the case, it would all make sense, wouldn't it?
Judge:
There were...
Athena:
...Two of them?
Nahyuta:
I suspected you had a few screws loose, but now I see some are missing altogether. Is there a tool kit in this courtroom, Your Honor? I suppose two... no, three screws to the head should righten his putrid brain...
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Bailiff, could you--
Apollo:
Apollo:
No, wait! Please listen to my argument!
Judge:
Very well. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to at least give it a listen.
Apollo:
As was argued earlier... ...Ms. de Famme is shown in the footage the whole time. But, at the same time, she was also watching Ms. Wright in the understage passage. The only possible explanation is that there are two Bonnys.
Judge:
Hmm... That almost sounds like it makes sense...
Judge:
What do you think, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
............This humble servant of the Holy Mother is of the opinion... ...that we should lose no time in replacing the defense's many lost screws.
Athena:
But, Apollo, it goes against reality itself to say that one person is actually two.
Apollo:
But we don't have to be bound by reality -- after all, we're talking about magic here.
Apollo:
So, if the Bonny de Famme in the footage is the real Bonny... ...then the Bonny here on the witness stand, the one who must've been understage... This Bonny de Famme... ...is our "second Bonny."
Bonny:
Keeeeeee!
Athena:
She is?
Apollo:
Say we call the one in front of us "Bonny #2." I believe I have just the piece of evidence to prove that a Ms. Bonny #2 exists.
Judge:
Oh? Then please submit your evidence, Mr. Justice. What proves the existence of a Bonny #2?
Present Fingerprinting Results
Apollo:
Leads to:
"What's this...?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
THAT piece proves the existence of a second Bonny?
Apollo:
Isn't it obvious, Your Honor?
Judge:
...Not in the slightest.
Apollo:
What a coincidence... I was thinking the same thing.
Judge:
But THIS should be plenty obvious!
Apollo:
(Yikes. I really made him mad this time...)
Athena:
So, another Bonny, huh? A "Bonny #2"... She's basically some yet unknown third party that was there in the theater, right?
Apollo:
Exactly. And I believe we have a piece of evidence that proves such a person exists. Your Honor, please let me try that again!
Judge:
Very well. But be warned that I won't let you get away with further shenanigans. Now then, Mr. Justice.
Leads back to:
"What proves the existence of a Bonny #2?"
Judge:
What's this...?
Apollo:
During our investigation, we found a set of unknown prints on the coffin on the stage. These prints were most likely left during the course of the show. But they didn't match the prints of any of the people involved in this case.
Nahyuta:
A-An unknown third party's fingerprints? ............I was not told of this.
Athena:
Ema must've kept it from him.
Apollo:
So the question is, who could these prints possibly belong to?
Bonny:
............
Apollo:
Ms. de Famme... or should I say, "Bonny #2"... These are your fingerprints, aren't they?!
Bonny:
Keeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Enough of this foolishness! One person could not possibly be two! Those fingerprints could have been left, not only during the show, but at any time!
Apollo:
Apollo:
It's not like you to lose your cool like that, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
Nahyuta:
............
Apollo:
And I'm sure you know that... ...exactly WHEN the fingerprints were made is not the main issue.
Judge:
What do you mean by that, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
The issue is WHO do these unknown prints belong to? They're certainly not Bonny de Famme's. But what if they belong to the person standing right in front of us?
Judge:
Oh! You mean, Bonny #2 is the "second Bonny"? Is that what you're implying?
Nahyuta:
......Nngh. It's preposterous to suggest that those prints belong to the witness. I say they must belong to some other unknown individual.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, can you really look at her and still say that?
Bonny:
............What're you lookin' at?! Take a picture -- it'll last longer!
Nahyuta:
How could this be...?
Apollo:
If we check her prints, I'm sure they'll match the unknown set. Well, "Bonny"? The prints that don't belong to the real you... ...belong to you, don't they, Bonny #2?!
Bonny:
Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Judge:
W-Witness! Is what the defense has said true?
Bonny:
............Kee hee hee. Fine! I admit it! The fingerprints are mine!
Judge:
Then does that mean... you AREN'T Bonny de Famme...?
Nahyuta:
What?! Ridiculous!
Judge:
Are there really... two Bonnys?
Bonny:
Nope! There's only one Bonny. That's because... I'm Betty! Betty de Famme!
Apollo:
What?
Betty:
......Ladies and gentlemen of the court, it's time for a wondrous magic show! Gasp in amazement as this lagomorph-ing illusionist performs her teleportation magic! Watch closely! It's showtime!
Judge:
What an amazing trick! The witness has suddenly split into two people!
Betty:
It's not a trick! No gimmick to it, either!
Bonny:
We're simply... twins!
Apollo:
WHAAAAAT?!
Athena:
Twins?!
Apollo:
So that's how the teleportation trick works...
Betty:
Ever since our debut, I've had to hide or pretend I'm Bonny. All cute and sweet and goody-goody... I can't tell you how stressful it's been! But I don't have to hide anymore!
Bonny:
That's right! Our days of sneaking around are finally over!
Apollo:
Their cover is blown, but they actually seem pretty happy about it...
Athena:
So which one of you is the nice Bonny de Famme we met in the dressing room?
Bonny:
That would be me...
Apollo:
And the sharp-tongued Bonny we saw with the Ratings Rajah understage was...?
Betty:
Hey! Who are you calling "sharp-tongued"?!
Apollo:
It's all starting to make sense now...
Fingerprinting Results updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
So, Mr. Justice, this changes the facts of the case rather dramatically, doesn't it?
Apollo:
It certainly does. During the show, it was Bonny who was onstage the whole time. So Bonny couldn't have committed the crime. But Betty, on the other hand, who was understage, DID have the opportunity.
Nahyuta:
Ngh...!
Judge:
W-Well! So we now have two suspects!
Betty:
Betty:
Wait just a minute there, lobster boy! I didn't do it!
Bonny:
That's right. Betty might have a foul mouth, but she'd never kill anybody!
Betty:
...Hey! Who's got a foul mouth here?!
Bonny:
Oh! Uh...
Betty:
Well?! Speak up! Huh?!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Please save your sibling squabbling for later.
Betty:
............
Apollo:
Betty, you must've been in the understage passage during the show. Otherwise, you wouldn't have known about the stage lifts being moved. So what exactly were you doing down there?
Betty:
...Fine! I'll testify! Anything to get you off my back!
Judge:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, Betty de Famme is ready to testify. What do you say?
Nahyuta:
............Betty, you lied to this humble servant of the Holy Mother.
Betty:
Hey, what else could I do? I couldn't blow our cover and ruin our magic act. Kee hee hee! Besides, am I gonna go to your twilight hell or whatever for being a liar?
Nahyuta:
...You will indeed. However, it won't be after your death. Rather... ...I shall give you a taste of your punishment on this mortal coil -- in interrogation hell.
Betty:
Eek!
Judge:
Now, then, Betty de Famme. Please explain to this court... ...what exactly you WERE doing under the stage.
Witness Testimony
-- What Happened Understage --
Betty:
It's true. I had business in the understage passage because of the upcoming trick.
Bonny:
It was the fire trick, right? The one Mr. Reus was supposed to do?
Betty:
That's right. It's a very dangerous trick, so I had to make sure we were prepared for it.
Bonny:
I-It was in the script... and I really wanted to see it... but I couldn't because of the accident.
Betty:
Shut up! You're gonna give it away! ...Anyway, I was real busy.
Bonny:
Yeah... Way too busy to have the chance to kill Mr. Reus...
Apollo:
............ (Well, that was certainly... different.)
Betty:
Kee hee hee! How's THAT for a flawless testimony and alibi?! Our magic is real! It's not a trick or a gimmick!
Judge:
O-Oh, my! She's floating!
Apollo:
............Um, Your Honor... You can see she's being held up from below...
Athena:
You were supposed to pretend you didn't see& that. It's a little something called "etiquette."
Apollo:
B-But... (I can't help it! Whenever I see a contradiction or inconsistency, I just HAVE to point it out!)
Judge:
Now, then. The defense may begin its cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- What Happened Understage --
Betty:
It's true. I had business in the understage passage because of the upcoming trick.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
If you were in the understage passage, need I remind you, was the crime scene... ...then you most certainly should be counted as a potential suspect.
Betty:
But I don't have any motive to kill Mr. Reus.
Apollo:
But you, by your own admission, hate Ms. Wright. When she was arrested as a suspect... ...you said it was "what she deserved."
Nahyuta:
 
Nahyuta:
So you believe the witness killed a man, simply due to her dislike of Trucy Wright? As a motive, is that not improbable at best?
Apollo:
But what if her hatred caused her to bear a strong sense of malice against my client?
Betty:
Look, Trucy just made me mad, that's all. I mean, even though she's younger than me, she's got so much skill and popularity! And she's cute, besides! Grr! She makes me so mad, I wish she would drop dead!
Bonny:
B-Betty, don't talk like that.
Betty:
Shut yer yap!
Apollo:
(So was it just simple jealousy?)
Bonny:
Say, Betty, that next trick you were getting ready for...
Bonny:
It was the fire trick, right? The one Mr. Reus was supposed to do?
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
...Um, Bonny? We're trying to get Betty's testimony right now, so...
Bonny:
Oh! Right. I'm sorry.
Apollo:
You can step down if you'd like.
Bonny:
I'm worried about Betty, though... She can lose her temper and say awful things sometimes...
Betty:
Hey! What are you, my mother?! Don't forget! I'M the older sister! You got that?!
Bonny:
Meep! Y-Yes, I got it.
Apollo:
(I guess I'd worry about Mt. Betty constantly blowing her top if I were Bonny, too...) So, Betty, you were down understage getting ready for the fire trick, were you?
Betty:
That's right. It's a very dangerous trick, so I had to make sure we were prepared for it.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
And you were taking every necessary precaution, is that right?
Betty:
Of course! Every precaution. After all, it's a very dangerous trick that uses real fire. I mean, we had to be ready in case the curtain caught on fire or something, right?
Athena:
By the time people realized it wasn't a part of the act, it might be too late, huh.
Apollo:
(If by "people," you mean "Athena Cykes," then yes.)
Judge:
Wow, a fire trick... That sounds really impressive!
Betty:
Kee hee hee! Your beard would go up in smoke, old man! bet people'd mistake you for a cue ball or something without it.
Judge:
A-A cue ball?!
Bonny:
B-Betty, don't be rude to the judge.
Betty:
Kee hee hee!
Bonny:
U-Um, B-Betty, you know that fire trick...?
Present Fire Bucket
Apollo:
Leads to:
"I hate to break this to you, Betty, but there's a big flaw in your testimony."
Bonny:
I-It was in the script... and I really wanted to see it... but I couldn't because of the accident.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I see the fire trick was a part of the script. It seems Mr. Reus was scheduled to perform it later in the show. Did you not get to see him practice it beforehand?
Bonny:
No. During rehearsal, he said he didn't feel well, so he couldn't breathe any fire for me.
Apollo:
Wait, let me get this straight: He couldn't breathe fire because he wasn't feeling well...?
Bonny:
"My magical powers appear to be on the wane today." That's what he said.
Apollo:
(S-So it was just a part of his usual The Great Mr. Reus shtick...)
Bonny:
It's really too bad I didn't get to see the trick because of the incident... Wh-Which was completely unexpected, of course.
Betty:
! H-Hey!
Betty:
Shut up! You're gonna give it away! ...Anyway, I was real busy.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Umm... so what exactly do you mean by "you're gonna give it away"?
Betty:
............! See, Bonny?! You and your big mouth! Now lobster boy wants to know what we're talking about!
Bonny:
Eep! I'm sorry...
Apollo:
............
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, well, if you were preparing for the next magic trick... ...I'm sure you wouldn't have had the time to commit murder.
Betty:
Wow. Looks like the old geezer isn't senile just yet, huh! I bet you'll live a good, long life.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. I plan to be sitting up here at least another ten years.
Athena:
Ten more years? I don't know about that...
Apollo:
What did we discuss about inner monologues, Athena?!
Betty:
Welp, more power to ya, I guess. I was so busy, I didn't have the time to off anybody!
Bonny:
Yeah... Way too busy to have the chance to kill Mr. Reus...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Are you just trying to cover for Betty?
Bonny:
N-No, of course not! I believe in my sister! I know she'd never murder anyone.
Apollo:
But you think my client would?
Bonny:
No! I believe in Trucy, too. I know she'd never murder anyone, either.
Apollo:
Well, we just ran out of suspects, in that case.
Bonny:
Y-Yes, but...
Betty:
See? You should've just kept your mouth shut, dummy. You're just making a fool of yourself. Just be nice and quite like a good little bunny, got it?
Bonny:
...All right. I guess I'm no help...
Apollo:
(Oh, boy... It's impossible to get anything out of Bonny with Betty right there.)
Apollo:
So Betty was too busy getting ready for the next trick to have time for murder, huh?
Athena:
There must be some way to prove that that wasn't the case...
Apollo:
I hate to break this to you, Betty, but there's a big flaw in your testimony. As big as the one in that "floating" trick you did earlier.
Betty:
Ooh, harsh words! Well, lemme tell you something, forehead boy! No one has ever figured out how we do our teleportation trick!
Apollo:
No one except me, you mean.
Betty:
Well... hmph! We have even better tricks up our sleeves!
Bonny:
...Huh? We do?
Betty:
I told you to keep it zipped!
Judge:
Now, now. Don't fight, you two. Mr. Justice, what's this about a flaw in the testimony?
Apollo:
The script has this to say about the fire trick: "This will be dangerous. Make sure the fire bucket is ready!" However, we found the fire bucket lying empty backstage except for a layer of dust.
Betty:
Ack! I... I...
Bonny:
Ouch!
Apollo:
You didn't even ATTEMPT to get ready for the next trick, did you, Betty?!
Betty:
Y-Ya got meeee!
Judge:
Betty de Famme! You will explain yourself!
Betty:
Nnngh... T-There's nothing to explain.
Bonny:
Come on, Betty. We can't hide it any longer. We might as well tell them.
Betty:
Shut up! You can barely take care of yourself! Don't try and tell me what to do!
Apollo:
Well, if neither of you will explain, I guess I'll have to. The reason Betty didn't prepare for the fire trick is because she...
Is afraid of fire
Apollo:
It's because you're afraid of fire, right?
Betty:
Kee hee hee! Are you kidding?! What kind of magician is afraid of fire? I should burn your hair off right now for that, starting with those stupid lobster antennae!
Judge:
I'm afraid the loss of one's hair is too great a penalty for anyone to pay, Ms. de Famme... I hope you can be satisfied with this penalty for Mr. Justice instead.
Apollo:
(Now I really want to know how His Honor and his hair parted ways...) Your Honor, please let me try again.
Leads back to:
"The reason Betty didn't prepare for the fire trick is because she..."
Knew the show wouldn't go on
Leads to:
"You didn't prepare for the fire trick because you knew, didn't you?"
Was slacking off
Apollo:
You were supposed to prepare for the next trick, but you were slacking off, weren't you?
Betty:
............Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.
Apollo:
You should be ashamed of yourself, neglecting your duties like that.
Betty:
Oh yes, I'm veeery sorry. It'll never happen again, honest.
Apollo:
(Yes! I got a sorry out of her!)
Athena:
Athena:
That isn't going to do us any good, Apollo! All we got out of that was an apology.
Apollo:
Oh... Good point... I'm veeery sorry, Your Honor. It looks like I made a mistake?
Judge:
No, it looks like your brain is the one slacking off. You should be ashamed of yourself!
Apollo:
Yipes! Your Honor! Please let me try again.
Leads back to:
"The reason Betty didn't prepare for the fire trick is because she..."
Apollo:
You didn't prepare for the fire trick because you knew, didn't you? You knew that the body would be found, and that the show would then be canceled!
Betty:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh! D-D-Don't be ridiculous, you insignificant speck of a man! I'm gonna yank those lame bangs of yours off. Is that what you want?! Huh?!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Whatever -- they can grow back! Now stop stalling and just tell us the truth already!
Betty:
...Ngh! I-I can't reveal my secrets! I'm a magician!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
You have been chasing the shadow of an illusory culprit, defense. And having chanced upon a convenient target, you have let yourself get carried away.
Apollo:
!
Betty:
Exactly! Where's your proof?! Huh?!
Nahyuta:
And yet, I concede that the witness's taste for false words has also been proven. I advise you to confine your deceitful trickery to your magic act, witness!
Betty:
Grrrrr! D-Deceitful trickery?!
Athena:
Athena:
As your court-appointed therapist, I'd like to add something here, Betty. You finally let yourself be who you really are. But if you continue to hide behind lies, you'll just be imprisoning your heart all over again.
Betty:
Hmph! But all these questions mean you're trying to put me in prison for real! So I'll be behind bars either way!
Judge:
Does that mean you're admitting your guilt?
Betty:
Of course not! I can't believe you people! Every one of you thinks I did something I didn't do! You... ...lobster boy! Cue ball geezer! Head case brat! Cerberus monk!
............
Judge:
Cue ball... geezer?
Athena:
H-Head case brat? Really?
Bonny:
Bonny:
B-Betty! Calm down! Come on, now! Deep breaths! Deep breaths!
Betty:
*huff*... *huff*... *huff*... L-Look... I'm not the murderer, I tell you!
Apollo:
Then how did you know the show would be called off before the fire trick?
Betty:
I... I told you. We can't reveal our secrets. We're... under contract.
Apollo:
(Contract? What is she talking about?) Be that as it may, you're obviously a suspect in this case.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
I'm beginning to see... ...the karmic threads that make up the intricate tapestry that is this case. Allow me to summarize your assertions, defense. First, that the victim was killed in the understage passage. And second, that the witness and the accused are the only two who could have done it.
Apollo:
Exactly. What's more, Betty knew that the body would be found... ...and that the magic show would then be called off. Therefore, it's reasonable to conclude that Betty killed the victim understage. 
Nahyuta:
But what if Betty knew that the show would be called off for some other reason?
Apollo:
Like what?
Nahyuta:
............In the course of my investigation... ...I found it strange that the dragon set piece fell when it did. That, in conjunction with the body tumbling from the coffin in such a dramatic fashion... ...all seemed too perfect for mere happenstance. It was as though the entire chain of events had been planned out in advance.
Betty:
K-Kee!
Bonny:
Ouch!
Apollo:
Planned out?
Nahyuta:
After deciding to take this case... ...I scrupulously studied everything I could about the mass media in this country. I read the newspaper, old news reports -- I even browsed tabloid magazines.
Judge:
How very industrious of you! I'm impressed.
Nahyuta:
During this process, I learned about a strange practice favored by the TV world. A practice called the "hidden camera prank." 
Betty:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Nahyuta:
Betty and Bonny, you knew about this, did you not? About the dead body appearing, the set piece falling, the show being suspended... You two were informed of this plan... ...by Take-2 TV in advance, correct?
Betty:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Apollo:
I-Is that true...?
Bonny:
Betty! Please, let's tell them now! I can't hold it in anymore!
Betty:
Nnnnnnnnnnnggggrrrrrrrrrrrr! D-Dang it! F-Fine, you got us! Everything the prosecutor said is true! The TV station paid us to cooperate with them on this plan! It was all a prank -- a big setup planned out in advance! Mr. Reus showing up dead in the coffin... The set piece falling down... It was all... completely scripted!
Apollo:
I-It was all... ...A PRANK?!
Judge:
Bonny! Is this really true?!
Bonny:
Yes. Mr. Reus was supposed to pretend to be dead. That's how it was supposed to go.
Apollo:
So he was in on it, too?
Betty:
That's right. He was supposed to show up "dead" in the coffin... ...and then the set piece would fall down. Trucy would be shocked and start to panic.
Apollo:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! (What the heck kind of prank is that?!)
Betty:
But we never thought... ...he'd actually wind up dead...
Bonny:
Yeah... That was the only thing that was different from the script. Poor Mr. Reus...
Apollo:
I'm so completely lost right now...
Judge:
Well, Betty and Bonny, it certainly sounds like you have some explaining to do!
Betty:
All right, all right. I guess desperate times call for desperate measures! Kee hee hee! Just this once, we'll share how it was done with you. So listen carefully! You'll never hear this kind of thing anywhere else! After our teleportation trick, I went down understage.
Bonny:
When Mr. Reus's body appeared from the coffin on stage... ...it was time for Betty to do her job in the understage passage.
Betty:
That's right. I used the remote control for the winch connected to the dragon set piece... ...and made it fall down.
Bonny:
And just before the dragon fell... ...I called Trucy to the backstage, so she wouldn't get hurt.
Betty:
After that, the plan was for Mr. Reus to come back to life in front of a panicked Trucy. He was supposed to laugh and fly up and away. That was how it was scripted, anyway. But for some reason, he really DID turn up dead, so he kinda just stayed on the ground.
Apollo:
............ (Wh-What kind of sick joke is that...?)
Judge:
It sounds like a terribly mean-spirited prank to me. The poor defendant was trying to do her magic show!
Bonny:
I guess so... I'm sorry, Trucy.
Betty:
Hmph! Whatever. It was all the Ratings Rajah's idea anyway.
Athena:
Yeah... It sounds like just the kind of thing a guy like him would come up with.
Bonny:
Um... This is the prank plan script we got from the Ratings Rajah.
Prank Plan Script added to the Court Record.
Betty:
Dang it! You made us break our contract! Now we won't get paid!
Judge:
Hmm... But where does this all leave us? Who killed the victim... and when?
Nahyuta:
...Yes, exactly. Those are the key questions If Mr. Reus was only pretending to be dead in the coffin as a part of the prank... ...then when he was understage... ...there would still be life within him. And if that is the case... ...then Betty, who was also understage, may be excluded from our list of suspects.
Apollo:
Ah... AAAAAH!
Nahyuta:
Witness, was the victim alive up until he entered the coffin?
Betty:
Oh, well. Now that we've spilled the beans, we might as well show you this video.
Mr. Reus:
Greetings, viewers! It is I, The Great Mr. Reus! We are currently in the middle of Trucy's escape trick. Having snuck through the understage passage undetected, I am now hiding backstage... ...preparing to play a little prank on Trucy! I'm about to hide in the coffin, which Trucy will stab with her rubber sword. And when the coffin opens -- ho ho! I will be in it, acting as though I've met my maker! Can you imagine the look on Trucy's face then! Ho ho, I can hardly WAIT!
Apollo:
He's "about to" hide in the coffin...?
Nahyuta:
...It would seem the threads of karmic destiny... ...have led us to the truth.
Apollo:
............
Nahyuta:
The victim passed through the understage, where Betty de Famme was... ...and came up into the backstage area. We know this because Mr. Reus appeared to be backstage when he shot the video we saw.
Apollo:
...It appears that way, yes.
Nahyuta:
And defense, you proposed the following, did you not? "What if the victim was killed under the stage before being put into the coffin?" But then, what about this video? This footage was taken just before Mr. Reus entered the coffin.
Apollo:
Nnngh...
Judge:
Oh! So does that mean...?
Nahyuta:
Yes, it is horrible, but true. The tragedy did indeed play out right there on the stage... ...when into the coffin where Mr. Reus was hiding... ...Trucy Wright thrust her blade!
Apollo:
Arngh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Betty:
Kee hee hee! Seeee? Told you so!
Judge:
So are you saying the incident was a tragic accident that happened during a prank?
Nahyuta:
It would be an accident... if the accused had no knowledge of the prank beforehand. So let us ask the accused herself: Ms. Wright, did you have prior knowledge of the prank?
Trucy:
What?! I... I...
Apollo:
Tell him, Trucy! You didn't know anything about it, right?!
Trucy:
Of course I didn't... I didn't know a single thing about it!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Still think you can play innocent, do you? In that case... ...you leave me little choice but to present this piece of evidence.
Judge:
It looks like... some sort of note?
Betty:
Aaaaaaaaaaaagh! Th-That's...!
Nahyuta:
I found this note in the dressing room after the incident. At the time, I did not understand what it meant, but all is clear to me now.
Apollo:
What's this? 
Athena:
Let's see. "Get the video camera after Mr. Reus comes tumbling out."...?
Nahyuta:
It is a note signed by the accused... ...instructing Bonny to collect Mr. Reus's video camera from him, it seems.
Athena:
......I don't get it. It doesn't make any sense...
Betty:
I found it in the dressing room before the show. When I saw it, I realized that Trucy knew about the prank.
Apollo:
It does bear her signature... I'll give you that much... 
Trucy's Note added to the Court Record.
Judge:
So the defendant had prior knowledge of the prank?
Nahyuta:
It would appear so, yes. When she learned about the plan to trick her, she decided to use it to her own advantage. So she thrust the steel sword into the coffin where the victim stood chuckling to himself... Is that not what happened, Ms. Wright?
Trucy:
O-Of course not! And I didn't write or sign that note!
Nahyuta:
Ah, but the handwriting matches yours. All of the evidence and testimony points to you being the culprit.
Trucy:
B-But... I didn't do it! It wasn't me!
Nahyuta:
Then explain the existence of this note! You can do that, can you not?
Trucy:
I...I can't explain it. I didn't write it, so I don't understand... I didn't kill Mr. Reus! You have to believe me! 
Nahyuta:
............
Judge:
............
Athena:
............
............
Apollo:
............ (The silence is deafening...)
Nahyuta:
Continue struggling against the threads of your own karma if you wish, accused. Even as you are inescapably caught in the web of fate you've spun for yourself. ......Ms. Wright. It is time to resign yourself to your fate.
Trucy:
N-No... I didn't do it... I...
Gallery:
Ha! I knew it!That sweet-looking girl? A murderer?She took all of us in with that act of hers!I knew she was a homicidal little witch from the start!
Trucy:
But I didn't do it... I really didn't... Why doesn't anybody believe me?
Gallery:
Shut up, you killer!We won't fall for that anymore!
Apollo:
Th-This is bad...
Nahyuta:
Your Honor, I suggest we put an end to this tragedy now. Give your official ruling, and let us offer the victim's soul the last rites it deserves.
Judge:
......Very well. I suppose I have no other choice. ......This court hereby finds the defendant, Trucy Wri--
Apollo:
Apollo:
............The defense has an objection!
Trucy:
Apollo!
Nahyuta:
...Y-You! Even now, you would...!
Apollo:
(...I won't give up. And I refuse to let either of them down... Mr. Wright, who's counting on me... And Trucy, who's put all of her faith in me...!)
Judge:
......Mr. Justice, the fact that you have raised an objection... ...means that you have evidence with which to refute the prosecution's claims, correct?
Apollo:
Yes, of course, Your Honor!
Athena:
Do we really have anything, Apollo...?
Apollo:
......Actually, we do! There's one piece of evidence we can present here! 
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. You may proceed. 
Apollo:
As we saw in the show footage... ...there's no question that the defendant thrust a sword into the coffin. The defense doesn't dispute this point. But let us not forget that this was a magic show, filled with tricks and illusions. We can't take everything we see at face value.
Judge:
Hmm... So you're saying some sleight of hand was somehow involved?
Apollo:
Yes. The defense contends that the sword the defendant used was not the cause of death. (Now what was it Trucy told me she did just before she thrust the sword into the coffin?)
Judge:
......Very well. Let us see your evidence, then, Mr. Justice. But remember: you interrupted my verdict to make this claim. You will be severely penalized if I find you are bluffing.
Apollo:
Ngrk...! Th-That's fine, Your Honor! This shows that it's possible that the sword Ms. Wright used was not the cause of death!
Present Sword Stand
Apollo:
Leads to:
"What's this?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
And how exactly does that prove your point?
Apollo:
...Huh? (Uh-oh. Looks like I got it wrong.) As I said earlier, Your Honor, you can't take everything at face value. All I was trying to say with this is... that it's not the evidence we are looking for.
Judge:
And just as I said earlier, Mr. Justice, I have a whopper of a penalty for that bluff.
Apollo:
Owie... (I guess I can't always have it my way... There's only one piece of evidence that makes sense here... Now, what was it that Trucy said she did... ...just before she thrust the sword into the coffin?)
Judge:
See to it you do better this time, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"This shows that it's possible that the sword Ms. Wright used was not the cause of death!"
Judge:
What's this? A sword from the show?
Apollo:
That's right, Your Honor. This rubber sword was in the sword stand understage. Ms. Wright was supposed to swap the real sword for a rubber sword. And she told us on record that she remembers very clearly that she did.
Judge:
I see. So the sword the defendant thrust into the coffin was a rubber sword, was it? But then why was a steel sword found lying on the stage?
Apollo:
...Somebody must have put the steel sword there by swapping it with the rubber one. Just after the incident occurred, the dragon set piece fell, and the theater was evacuated. The real culprit must have used the resulting chaos... ...to swap the rubber sword for the steel one!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Do you not know when to give up, stink bug?! That is NOT possible! Blood was found in the coffin hole that the sword was thrust into! It must have been left there when the accused withdrew the sword. This is incontrovertible proof that the sword she used was the steel one!
Apollo:
Apollo:
But that blood could be the result of someone tampering with the crime scene after the fact. After the set piece fell and the audience was cleared out of the theater... ...there was plenty of time for somebody to plant that blood there!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
............If the sword the accused used was a rubber one... ...then when exactly do you propose the victim was killed... ...given that Mr. Reus was alive when he entered that coffin!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Finding the answer to that question... is precisely why we need to continue this trial!
Judge:
Let me express my opinion. By all accounts, it is certainly reasonable to suspect the defendant based on the evidence. But as to the question of whether the sword the defendant used was rubber or steel... ...I believe further discussion is warranted. I suggest we hear from the defendant herself on this issue.
Nahyuta:
......Very well, Your Honor.
Apollo:
(Yes! I saved it... somehow! Too close for comfort, but still...)
Crime Photo updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Let's adjourn for a brief fifteen-minute recess. I advise the prosecution and the defense to use this time to prepare.
April 28District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Athena:
Whew... That was hairy!
Apollo:
Tell me about it. We barely made it through by the skin of my teeth.
Trucy:
I can't say I'm crazy about that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, either... You know, with the way he says "let it go, and move on" as if it's nothing.
Apollo:
("Let it go, and move on," huh...)
???:
Whoa boy, am I interrupting a secret conclave of villains or something?
Retinz:
Got your next evil scheme in the works already?
Apollo:
...What do you want?
Retinz:
Heh heh. Keep making that face, champ, and everybody's gonna change the channel. Look this way, Trucy! Now, smile for the camera! Let's see those pearly whites! Isn't that what the Gramarye creed tells you to do?
Trucy:
............
Retinz:
How does it feel, Trucy? Everybody online can't stop talking about you! They're calling you a real witch out there! Could this be the end of Troupe Gramarye?
Athena:
GO AWAY, YOU CREEP!
Retinz:
Oh, what's this? Something just charged into frame! It looks like a yellow gorilla or something. Could it be Trucy's pet?
Athena:
Filming is prohibited inside the courthouse! Do you want me to get the bailiff?!
Retinz:
Huh? Filming? What are you talking about?I don't even have a camera on me.
Athena:
Huh? What happened to the camera...?
Apollo:
(It just disappeared, right before our very eyes...)
Retinz:
Heh heh. I'll be enjoying the rest of The Trucy Show from the gallery. I put out a call for Trucy's fans to come and support her earlier, by the way. Bet I'll get some great footage outta them! This is gonna be good! Hang loose, baby!
Apollo:
He called in some of Trucy's fans? (But for what purpose...?)
Trucy:
...Apollo? That thing Mr. Retinz just did... that was some high-level sleight of hand.
Apollo:
Huh? Why would he know how to do something like that?
Trucy:
I don't know, but he definitely has some serious magic skills.
Apollo:
(No way. But I thought he said magicians were all "a bunch of good-for-nothings"!)
???:
Mr. Lawyer?
Apollo:
Oh, hello, Bonny. Can I help you with something?
Bonny:
Uh, well... There's something that's been bothering me...
Apollo:
Really? What is it?
Bonny:
Well, you see...
Betty:
Hey, dummy! What are you whispering to lobster boy about?!
Bonny:
B-Betty... 
Betty:
Who the heck do you think you are?! Are you crazy?! You want a piece of this?! You KNOW you have to talk to me first before you do or say ANYTHING! You harebrain!
Bonny:
Meep! B-But I- I...
Betty:
Shut your mouth, you dumb bunny! Come with me -- NOW!
Apollo:
I wonder what was bothering her?
Trucy:
There's no way we're finding that out with Betty constantly hovering over her like that...
Bailiff:
Court is about to reconvene.
Apollo:
Will you be all right testifying?
Trucy:
Yes... It's just... ...I wonder what Mr. Retinz has up his sleeve. I doubt he's bringing in actual fans...
Apollo:
Y-Yeah, probably not... (I wonder what he has up his sleeve, too. He'd better not be trying to get under Trucy's skin right now, of all times.)
Trucy:
............
Apollo:
............You're Trucy Wright, and you'll be FINE!
Trucy:
Oh!
Athena:
There goes Apollo with his best trick!
Apollo:
That's right. Whenever I'm feeling down, I always tell myself I'm fine.
Trucy:
......All right. I'll give it a try! I'm Trucy Wright, and I'm FINE! ......Thanks, Polly! I think I can do this now!
Apollo:
Thatta girl! Good luck up there on the stand. You'll do great!
Trucy:
Thanks! I'll be fine! can do this!
Apollo:
(All right, Justice! You can do this, too! Time to focus on the rest of the trial!)
April 28District Court - Courtroom No. 6
Judge:
Court is now back in session. Defendant, please step up to the witness stand.
Trucy:
Trucy Wright. Magician.
Gallery:
Here comes the liar! The deceitful witch!Throw the murderer in jail!The last member of that criminal troupe!Boooo! We don't wanna see you on any stage!
Judge:
Order! The gallery will be quiet, or I will have you all thrown out on the spot!
Apollo:
Wh-What's with all the hecklers?
Athena:
I bet they're the "fans" Mr. Retinz invited.
Apollo:
(What a Grade-A jerk! He's not going to psyche US out!)
Judge:
This court would like to know if you switched from the steel sword to a rubber one onstage. So please testify about this issue.
Gallery:
She's just gonna try and us again with her magic!Hurry up and convict her already!Give 'er the death penalty! Nya haa haa haa haa!
Trucy:
............
Judge:
Silence! All of you! I won't tell you again! Ms. Wright do you feel able to testify?
Trucy:
......Yes. I'm... fine, Your Honor.
Apollo:
(Trucy... I knew I shouldn't have let her go through with this...)
Trucy:
......Um... I'd like to make a small request. How about, instead of testifying with words... ...I show you exactly what happened. Would that be all right, Your Honor? You can witness my stupendous sword-switching magic and judge for yourselves!
Apollo:
! (In spite of everything, she's still smiling...)
Athena:
Our Trucy is amazing, isn't she?
Apollo:
She sure is. She's doing just fine up there. ("A true entertainer always keeps a smile on their face." She's faithfully following the Troupe Gramarye creed even now... She really is something else.)
Trucy:
It's showtime for Magical Girl Trucy Wright! Watch carefully now, everybody!
Witness Testimony
-- The Stupendous Sword Switch --
Trucy:
Ladies and gentlemen! Please focus your attention on this sword!
Allow me to demonstrate... just how sharp this blade truly is!
See that? No tricks or gimmicks! A very sharp sword indeed!
Now then, ladies and gentlemen. Watch as I take this sword aaand...
...Presto sword-o! I've switched it!
And now... hup!
As you can see, the blade is not steel, but rubber!  
Judge:
B-B-B... Bravoooo, Ms. Wright!
Gallery:
Wow! She switched them in a flash!I couldn't see her do it at all!
Apollo:
She's completely turned the room around...
Athena:
The hecklers are being drowned out by all the cheering!
Judge:
Wh-Where did the steel sword vanish off to, Ms. Wright? ...In order to deepen our understanding of the case, please tell us, if you would. I-I'm not asking out of mere curiosity, just so you know!
Trucy:
I usually hide the steel sword backstage when I switch them during the show.
Judge:
So when you thrust the rubber sword into the coffin... ...the steel sword wasn't even onstage, but behind the curtain?
Trucy:
Exactly. So, you see, there IS a trick and a gimmick to it after all. And as for where the steel sword went when I performed the trick just now... It's a secret! Wouldn't want to spoil the magic for you, now would I!
Athena:
That's our Trucy!
Apollo:
Yeah... Still... ......Ms. Wright? hat part where you spun around... ...that's an actual part of the sword-switching trick you do for the show, right?
Trucy:
Right. The other parts, like the apple, were just to help with my explanation here in court.
Apollo:
(That's funny. I think I found an inconsistency in her testimony...)
Nahyuta:
............Hmph.
Apollo:
(And it looks like I'm not the only one... I don't know what it's doing there... ...but now that I've found it, I have to get to the bottom of it!)
Judge:
Now, then, Mr. Justice. You may go ahead and question the witness. But try not to ask dumb questions and spoil this wondrous magic!
Apollo:
(I thought this was supposed to be MY cross-examination...)
Cross Examination
-- The Stupendous Sword Switch --
Trucy:
Ladies and gentlemen! Please focus your attention on this sword!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Please be careful, Ms. Wright.
Trucy:
Don't worry. I've practiced this trick a thousand times.
Athena:
That's right, Apollo. You have to give Trucy some credit. She knows what she's doing.
Apollo:
I know, I know... but it still makes me nervous every time.
Trucy:
But that's what magic is all about. A truly great magician... ...can make her audience experience all kinds of thrills and chills!
Apollo:
I guess you're right. (I'd better try not to interrupt her too much while she's doing the trick. I don't want to distract her or break her concentration...)
Trucy:
And now, ladies and gentlemen, back to the exciting world of magic!
Trucy:
Allow me to demonstrate... just how sharp this blade truly is!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
M-Ms. Wright! P-Please don't swing that big, dangerous thing around! Somebody could get hurt!
Trucy:
Apollo! Please don't shout when I am swinging said blade around! Somebody could get hurt!
Apollo:
...Oh. Ha ha ha. Y-Yeah. Sorry about that. I couldn't help myself...
Trucy:
Hmph! You should know better than to talk to me when I'm on stage!
Judge:
...Mr. Justice, I'll see you in my chambers after court is adjourned.
Apollo:
(Uh-oh. I don't suppose somebody could make me disappear before that happens...)
Athena:
Let's just watch quietly, shall we, Apollo?
Trucy:
And now, back to the show!
Trucy:
See that? No tricks or gimmicks! A very sharp sword indeed!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So it's definitely a real sword, right?
Trucy:
Now, now, Apollo. I know you're excited, but you have to control yourself!
Judge:
Mr. Justice. If you needlessly interrupt this wonderful magic show again... ...I will be forced to bring my very real gavel down on your head!
Athena:
The judge seems to be completely taken in by Trucy's magic.
Apollo:
Yeah. It's like she's cast a magic spell over him. (I'd better not interrupt her any more. There's no telling what the judge might do to me...)
Judge:
Ms. Wright, please ignore any further outbursts from Mr. Justice... ...and proceed with your spectacular trick!
Trucy:
All right Here I go, then!
Trucy:
Now then, ladies and gentlemen. Watch as I take this sword aaand...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
............Oops. (I did it again...)
Trucy:
I've had it up to here, Apollo! Can't you listen quietly like a big boy?!
Apollo:
Eh heh heh. Sorry about that. I got a little too worked up.
Athena:
Apollo...
Trucy:
Now, boys and girls, watch carefully, and please don't kick the seat in front of you! I will now take this sword, aaand...
Trucy:
...Presto sword-o! I've switched it!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, you switched swords when you spun around just now?
Trucy:
That's right. It's the same way I do the trick in the actual magic show, too. But I'm also doing a lot of extra things that I don't do during the show right now, though.
Athena:
The key point is the sword switching... If only we could prove she did it during the actual show, too...
Apollo:
Right. Prove that she switched them during the show... Hmm...
Athena:
What's the matter, Apollo? You look troubled.
Apollo:
Oh, it's nothing... (Uh-oh. This is quite the pickle... How should I go about handling this...?)
Judge:
Ms. Wright, please continue with your trick.
Trucy:
So you've all just witnessed me switching the swords.
Present Show Footage
Apollo:
Leads to:
"......Ms. Wright, there's something I'd like to confirm with you."
Trucy:
And now... hup!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Watch out!
Trucy:
Eeeeek! What do you think you're doing, Apollo?!
Apollo:
B-But you were putting yourself in danger! I couldn't just stand by and not say something!
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you're putting your head in danger of meeting my gavel.
Athena:
Apollo, you'd better apologize before you become this case's next victim!
Apollo:
...I-I'm very sorry, everyone. (How did it come to this?)
Trucy:
All right, boys and girls! If you want to ask for an encore, wait until the end, okay? Now, then! My sword was sharp as steel just moments ago, but...
Trucy:
As you can see, the blade is not steel, but rubber!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Wow! That's incredible! When in the world did you switch them?!
Trucy:
Huh? But I explained it once already...
Apollo:
Um, could you show it to me again?
Trucy:
Sure. But, remember: A magician doesn't usually share her secrets... ...so this is a very special exception!
Apollo:
And I'm very grateful for your generosity. Believe me. (I'd better take a good, hard look at the instant she switches the swords.)
Athena:
Even though she explained how she does it, I still can't SEE her do it! It blows me away no matter how many times I watch!
Apollo:
Yeah, me, too. But...
Athena:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
......Did you notice anything about the way Trucy moves during the trick?
Athena:
You mean like her movements?
Apollo:
(I don't get it. What's the real story, Trucy?)
Apollo:
......Ms. Wright, there's something I'd like to confirm with you.
Trucy:
! Wh-What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
There seems to be a discrepancy between the way you performed the trick for us just now... ...and the way it appears in the show footage.
Trucy:
What? But that can't be! I performed it exactly the same way both times!
Apollo:
(...Then what's going on here?) Ms. Wright, I have the show footage right here... ...and the part where you twirl your cape around is missing from it.
Trucy:
What?! But I did it!
Apollo:
S-So... ...it really is the exact moment you switch the swords?
Trucy:
Yes, th-that's right.
Apollo:
! (I-I knew it...)
Nahyuta:
Well, I certainly never expected the defense to expose the accused's lie for me.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, does this mean that you are arguing... ...that the defendant did NOT swap the swords during the actual magic show...?
Apollo:
......N-No, Your Honor. That wasn't my intention. I-I mean...
Trucy:
I DID swap them! I know I did! I'm absolutely sure of it!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Human memory is unreliable at best, but, in this case... ...I am afraid that it is the witness herself who cannot be trusted. We can see the footage for ourselves. The claims of this witness are false.
Trucy:
B-But...!
Nahyuta:
Now that it has been proven that the accused did not swap swords... ...it means that the use of the steel sword to pierce the coffin was wholly intentional.
Apollo:
Gurk!
Nahyuta:
And by the way, was it not you, Mr. Justice, who argued... ...that Mr. Reus's death was not an accident, but murder? I assume you have no objections to that still? It was, after all, our own assertion.
Apollo:
The defense, um...
Athena:
Athena:
The defense has an objection... to you, Mr. Apollo Justice! I demand you withdraw the discrepancy you pointed out, now!
Apollo:
B-But there IS a discrepancy, and it MUST mean something! I'm sure of it!
Judge:
Would the defense team kindly save their spat until after court is adjourned? ...Now, after all of this debate, it seems we've come back around to the original argument. The defendant knew about the prank plan that would place the victim inside the coffin. What's more, the defendant did not perform the sword-switching trick onstage.
Nahyuta:
Through her actions, I'm afraid I have come to see the true intentions of the accused. Her murderous intentions.
Judge:
It's such a shame...
Trucy:
B-But... But I did switch the swords! I swear!
Apollo:
(Y-You're knee-deep in it now, Justice!)
Bonny:
Bonny:
E-Excuse me...
Judge:
Let's see. You are... which one again? "Benny"...? No, that's not right. "Botty"...?
Bonny:
It's "Bonny." You were mixing the two names together, Your Honor.
Judge:
Oh, pardon me. And do you have something you wish to say, Bonny?
Bonny:
Yes, Your Honor. I'd like to testify.
Apollo:
(About what...?)
Bonny:
The more I think about it, the less possible it seems. I don't believe Trucy killed Mr. Reus.
Apollo:
Bonny?
Betty:
Betty:
H-Hey! What's the big idea?! 
Bonny:
Such an incredibly gifted and talented magician... ...would never commit murder. I refuse to believe it!
Betty:
What are you talking about, you harebrained hare?! You keep your trap shut! I got a bag of baby carrots for you, go chew on those and pipe down!
Bonny:
............No. I won't be quiet.
Betty:
What's the matter with you? Didn't you hear me?!
Bonny:
............T-Trucy said something to me once.
Betty:
Huh?
Bonny:
She said, "No matter how scared you get... no matter how mean people are to you... ...you can't give in or give up! That's what being a professional magician is all about!" Isn't that right, Trucy?
Trucy:
! Th-That's right, Bonny!
Bonny:
I've always been afraid to stand up to Betty -- afraid to defy her -- so I did what she said... But when I saw Trucy today, she gave me strength.
Gallery:
She's just gonna try and trick us again with her magic!Hurry up and convict her already!Give 'er the death penalty! Nya haa haa haa haa!
Trucy:
............
Trucy:
......Um... I'd like to make a small request. How about, instead of testifying with words... ...I show you exactly what happened. Would that be all right, Your Honor? You can witness my stupendous sword- switching magic and judge for yourselves!
Bonny:
Seeing her courage, the way she kept smiling despite everything.... She's just incredible. I'm scared, but, for once... ...I'm going to be brave!
Betty:
Grrr! What have you done to my sister, Trucy Wright?! You've practically brainwashed her!
Athena:
It's the power of Trucy's conviction -- that's what it is! It's touched Bonny's heart! 
Apollo:
Yeah. Trucy really is one magical girl. Bonny, is the topic of your testimony related to that thing that was bothering you? The thing you tried to tell us about in the lobby during the recess?
Bonny:
Yes. Ever since I saw the show footage, something's been nagging at me. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but something is off. I feel like something about it is different from what I saw on the stage.
Judge:
What do you mean by that, Bonny?
Bonny:
I wonder if what was shown on TV is really the same as what happened onstage.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Of course it is. The show has only been performed once, after all. It can't show anything other than what happened on that stage yesterday.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But Bonny's testimony deserves our attention! We have to examine the show footage!
Judge:
Hmm... But what can we check it against? Do you have some other footage of the show?
Apollo:
W-Well...
Bonny:
I have some show footage.
Apollo:
You do?
Bonny:
One of the TV station's cameramen said he was a fan of mine. He kept his camera on me throughout the entire show. And then, afterwards... he gave me the footage he shot as a present.
Apollo:
H-He did...?
Bonny:
To tell you the truth, I thought it was kind of creepy, so I was going to get rid of it...
Apollo:
Apollo:
P-Please submit that footage to the court!
Judge:
Now, then. Let's take a look at this new footage.
Apollo:
W-Wow...Okay, then...
Judge:
He really did keep his camera on Bonny the whole time, didn't he!
Athena:
I think this cameraman needs to keep his personal feelings out of his work.
Nahyuta:
Well, defense? Do you still believe this new show footage is worth inspecting?
Apollo:
O-Of course I do...!
Athena:
Okay, so how are we going to go about this?
Apollo:
Let's try comparing the two. We just might find an inconsistency between them.
Athena:
An inconsistency, huh?
Apollo:
Yes. The two pieces of footage are of the same scene, so they should match up. But Bonny felt there was something off about the original footage. So if we can pick out what's different between the two...
Athena:
...We'll know what Bonny found strange.
Apollo:
Exactly. Plus, we may figure out why the original doesn't show the sword-switching trick. Your Honor, the defense would like to compare these two pieces of show footage!
Judge:
Very well. I will allow it.
Nahyuta:
What a waste of time...
Athena:
Apollo, do you know how to compare the two pieces of footage?
Apollo:
No, I've never done it before...
Athena:
I'll give you a little lesson, then! Use the buttons on the bottom screen to operate the playback. When you want to speed through, touch the "Fast Forward" button (A). And if you want to go back, touch the "Rewind" button (Y). If you want to halt the playback, you can touch the "Pause" button (B). Oh, and, by the way, if you fast-forward or rewind when the playback is paused... ...you can do a slow, frame-by-frame playback.
Apollo:
Okay. And so how do I switch between the two videos?
Athena:
Just touch the "Switch Camera" button (L) at the top left. Now, if you find a difference between the two pieces of footage... ...put the cursor over what's different and "Present" (X) it to the court.
Apollo:
Thanks, Athena. You really know your stuff.
Athena:
Not really. I just gave it some gusto, and then went with my gut on most of it.
Apollo:
What?! (I-I sure hope she guessed right... Anyway, let's give it a try.)
Present playing cards (Camera 2)
Apollo:
Leads to:
"This is it right here!"
Present Bonny after Trucy stabs the coffin (Camera 2)
Apollo:
Apollo:
It's right here! In the cameraman's video, Bonny's reaction is delayed... ...relative to when Ms. Wright thrust her sword into the coffin.
Judge:
Oh, my! You're right.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Could that not simply be because Bonny was not paying attention? Besides, her reaction is not shown in the video that was shot from the front. You can hardly call it a proper discrepancy if you cannot even compare the two shots.
Apollo:
Ugh... I-I guess you're right... (But still... ...there's definitely something different between the two -- I can just tell. Is there something else? Something that's shown in one of the videos... ...but not in the other?)
Judge:
Hmm... While I think that Mr. Justice's claim is not totally without merit... ...I'm afraid it's not quite strong enough to constitute proof of his claims.
Apollo:
Please let me try again, Your Honor.
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
There's a clear difference between the two pieces of footage right here!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I don't see any difference there...
Apollo:
Blink and you'll miss it, Your Honor. So, don't blink!
Judge:
......Hmm... Staring so hard at these images for such a long time... ...is starting to make my eyes feel funny. Is this what they call "eye strain"? But besides that, I don't sense anything else strange with this footage.
Apollo:
(I guess it was too much to ask of His Honor's ancient eyes...) Um, would you like some reading glasses, Your Honor? S-Sorry!
Athena:
So we're looking for some kind of difference or discrepancy between the two, right?
Apollo:
That's right. Something that's shown in one of the videos, but not in the other. If we can find something like that, it'll prove that the two videos are different. Let me try that again, Your Honor!
Apollo:
This is it right here! Take a good look at this scene and compare it to the video shot from the front.
Judge:
Oh! The playing cards don't appear in the video shot from the front!
Athena:
Hey, you're right! What's going on here?
Apollo:
Ms. Wright, what can you tell us about these playing cards?
Trucy:
Oh! Those? They're the cards I throw when I do the sword-switching trick!
Apollo:
WHAT?!
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Does this mean...?
Apollo:
Yes, it means that the sword-switching trick... ...was cut from the TV show footage.
Nahyuta:
So the footage was edited?
Apollo:
Yes, with malicious intent.
Nahyuta:
...That is absurd.
Judge:
Well! We must get to the bottom of this right away! Bailiff, the TV station might still have the unedited footage. Go see what you can find out!
Bailiff:
Yes, Your Honor!
Retinz:
Retinz:
Now hold up, Your Honor! This is all just a big misunderstanding -- believe you me! Give a guy a chance to defend himself before you start pointing fingers!
Judge:
And who might you be?
Retinz:
Right, right! Sorry about that -- got ahead of myself there. Here is my business card. Chaaarmed to make your acquaintance, Your Hooonor!
Judge:
Oh! Well! How very polite of you.
Retinz:
It's looovely to meet you, too, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! Please, take my caaard!
Nahyuta:
A business card...? Ah, yes. I read about this custom among businessmen in this country. I have even familiarized myself with the various replies. "How do you do, good sir?" or, "What's crack-a-lackin', homie?" for example.
Judge:
O-ho! You're from Take-2 TV, are you, witness? Come to think of it, I believe I've seen you on television before.
Nahyuta:
Yes. Roger Retinz -- otherwise known as the "Ratings Rajah." He is a TV producer, and appears on many of his own shows as of late. He is best known for his catchphrase, "Hang loose, baby!"
Judge:
Oh, my! So YOU'RE the Ratings Rajah!
Retinz:
Hang loose, Judgey baby! Nice courtroom you got here!
Judge:
I never thought I'd get to meet you in person! But Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, how do you know so much about him?
Nahyuta:
In preparation for the case, I watched all of his shows. I found "The Ratings Rajah Goes to Burger Barn" of particular interest. It inspired me to visit that restaurant straight away to learn more about the local cuisine.
Judge:
What?! YOU went to Burger Barn?!
Apollo:
(Who would've thought...?)
Retinz:
You must've really wanted to try it, huh, buddy. 'Cause that line -- whew.
Nahyuta:
Compared to my ascetic training, an hour's wait is nothing. I recommend the Southwestern burger with Jalapeno Jack cheese, by the way.
Athena:
I'm having a really hard time picturing him in line for burgers...
Judge:
Ahem! Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's unexpected enthusiasm for food aside... ...Mr. Retinz, what is this "misunderstanding" you mentioned?
Retinz:
Well, for starters, it's true that the footage was edited. You'll get your hands on this anyway, so I might as well show you the unedited footage. It's a pretty long video, o I'll just show you the part with the playing cards. You can see the cards when Trucy spins around, so keep your eyes peeled.
Retinz:
Did you see the part that was cut where Trucy switched the swords? She spins around and the playing cards go flying -- everything's like it's supposed to be.
Judge:
Hmm... Then it seems the defendant really did swap swords during the trick.
Apollo:
Which means the sword Ms. Wright thrust into the coffin was the rubber one. In other words, Ms. Wright couldn't have killed Mr. Reus!
Retinz:
Retinz:
Yeah, see... that's the first misunderstanding right there.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Retinz:
Well, Trucy definitely did swap swords, as you saw. So, yeah, maybe she didn't kill Mr. Reus when she stabbed the coffin. But that just means he was killed AFTER he showed up pretending to be a corpse.
Apollo:
So you're saying that up until that point, everything was going according to the script? If that's true, then when and how exactly do you think he was killed?
Retinz:
It was after the dragon set piece came crashing down. I say Trucy murdered Mr. Reus when she was hidden from view behind the set piece. She could've easily done it behind that huge dragon, and nobody'd be the wiser.
Nahyuta:
Hmm... I see. Indeed, there is a ring of truth to your assertion.
Retinz:
You bet! Plus, there's a suspicious-looking shadow in the footage, too! It's toward the end of the footage, just before the dragon hits the stage. It might be easier to just see it for yourselves.
Retinz:
It's only for a split second, so it's hard to catch, but... look here. This suspicious shadow must be Trucy. She's using the steel sword she hid behind the curtain during the trick to kill the victim.
Judge:
Hmm... Now that you mention it, I suppose it does look that way...
Apollo:
Apollo:
This witness is just trying to ram his theory down our throats, Your Honor! And that's not all. Aren't we forgetting... ...that the witness willfully edited the sword switch out of the footage?!
Retinz:
Retinz:
You see? There's your second misunderstanding right there. Your Honor, would you mind if I testified about it? I've seen people testify on TV, and I've always wanted to give it a shot.
Judge:
That would be fine with me. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
...This is quite unexpected. It threatens to disrupt the karmic course of this case.
Retinz:
Hey, lighten up, pretty boy! You're gonna LIKE what I've got to say! Promise!
Nahyuta:
............Very well. However... ...if you do anything to impede the last rites for the victim... I will have you removed.
Judge:
All right. With Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's permission... ...please give us your testimony, Mr. Retinz.
Retinz:
Roger Retinz, the Ratings Rajah! Now, Kaiser of the Courtroom! I'm taking over the floor, so listen up, loyal viewers!
Witness Testimony
-- It Wasn't Deliberate, I Tell You --
Retinz:
Footage is meant to be edited, I tell you!
Scenes are spliced together, and long or boring scenes are cut out.
All the stations edit footage this way! It wasn't like it was done maliciously or something.
It was just a coincidence that particular scene was cut. It wasn't intentional.
Or, what? You got some proof that I had an ulterior motive for editing that footage?
Judge:
I see. So you're saying it was a coincidence that the sword swapping scene was cut.
Retinz:
That's right! Glad you got the picture!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Coincidence?! That's just a little TOO convenient, if you ask me!
Retinz:
Ooh! An "Objection!" How cool! It sure packs a lot more punch when you hear it live! I wanna get another shot from a different angle.
Apollo:
My "Objection!" is not for your entertainment!
Retinz:
Aaand cut! There! I got some good stuff there!
Judge:
Mr. Retinz, filming is prohibited inside the courthouse.
Retinz:
Whoops. My bad, judge!
Judge:
And if the defense has an issue, it can point it out during its cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- It Wasn't Deliberate, I Tell You --
Retinz:
Footage is meant to be edited, I tell you!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Really? I've never heard anybody say that.
Retinz:
It's common knowledge in the TV world! You got any idea what a snooze cruise it'd be to watch a magic show without editing? ...A magic show like that one, anyway.
Apollo:
(That was ice cold.)
Retinz:
Anyway, editing is what makes TV worth watching!
Retinz:
Scenes are spliced together, and long or boring scenes are cut out.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Are you saying you thought there were boring scenes in Ms. Wright's magic show?
Retinz:
You gotta ask? That script and presentation deserve a place on the cutting room floor. Broadcasting that mess as-is would've been a complete disaster. That's why I had to edit the footage. It's just what a TV man does!
Apollo:
What didn't you like about the show, exactly?
Retinz:
The whole thing -- it was a major snoozefest. Maybe common folk like you don't get it... ...but a show's only as good as how loud, flashy, and trashy it is.
Apollo:
(It was plenty loud and flashy on its own. All you did was add the trash.)
Nahyuta:
I suppose each industry has its own way of doing things. Just as we in the legal profession focus exclusively on evidence and testimony...
Retinz:
Exactly. Whether it's show biz or the legal biz, we do what we gotta do to get the job done. Anyway, editing footage is just a matter of course in the TV industry.
Retinz:
All the stations edit footage this way! It wasn't like it was done maliciously or something.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
It wasn't done maliciously, huh? But I get the distinct impression... ...that you bear feelings of ill will toward Troupe Gramarye.
Retinz:
...Huh? What makes you think that?
Apollo:
The things that you yourself have said.
You'll see! I'll dig up the dirt and expose the dark heart behind that sweet smile. I'll prove those Gramarye magicians are all a bunch of low-lifes.
Apollo:
And I also get the impression that you've felt this way for a long time.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Words such as those can be interpreted in many different ways. For example, though I bear the defense no ill will... ..I would not hesitate to say that he is a good-for-nothing lout of a lawyer.
Apollo:
You bear me no ill will...? Could've fooled me.
Nahyuta:
And yet, it is the truth. I am only strict on you as it seems you have strayed from the path.
Judge:
If you have any objections, Mr. Justice, please make your case with evidence in the future. Mr. Retinz, please continue your testimony.
Retinz:
It was just a coincidence that particular scene was cut. It wasn't intentional.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Of all the scenes you could have cut, why the sword-switching trick? That seems like TOO much of a coincidence to me.
Retinz:
Oh, so now you're gonna tell me how I'm supposed to edit my programs, big shot? It's hard being the boss, kid. You gotta make the tough choices, like which content gets cut!
Apollo:
Then let me ask you this: Why exactly did you make such a "tough choice" in this case?
Retinz:
You wouldn't understand, champ. It's all about artistic vision. I tell ya -- people tell you how to do your job when they don't know the first thing about it!
Apollo:
(I may not know TV, but I know evidence law. And boy do I have some for you, "champ.") I might not be able to show that your "selective editing" was intentional. However, I know you bear the defendant ill will. And this is the evidence that proves it!
Present Clipboard
Apollo:
Retinz:
Huh? What's that you got there?
Apollo:
This is the contract you had Ms. Wright sign just before the magic show. This contract between the first party, Take-2 TV, and the second party, Ms. Wright, reads: "If, through the fault of the second party, the show must be canceled in part or in full... ...the second party will pay three million dollars as compensation to the first party."
Judge:
Th-Three million dollars?! That's a completely unreasonable sum.
Apollo:
I couldn't agree more. And of course Ms. Wright doesn't have that kind of money. Nevertheless, Roger Retinz had her sign this unreasonable contract anyway. Or, more accurately, he conned her into signing it.
Judge:
Conned her? How did he do that?
Apollo:
There's a trick to the clipboard that was used by Ms. Wright to sign her contract. It houses carbon paper that can secretly copy her signature onto other documents.
Retinz:
Oh, c'mon, now! That's quite a nasty accusation you're slinging my way. For starters, you don't have any proof I had anything to do with that carbon paper stuff. Just because Trucy and her agency can't pay up, that doesn't mean I conned her!
Judge:
Hmm... But three million dollars... That's totally out of reach for the average person. In any case, this is important new information. Please add it to your testimony, Mr. Retinz.
Adds statement "Where's your proof linking me to that tricked-out clipboard? You don't have any, do you?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Apollo:
This piece of evidence proves that you bear ill will toward the defendant.
Retinz:
Hmph. That thing? What could THAT possibly prove?
Apollo:
But take a good look right here. Wouldn't you agree that it puts you in a bad light?
Retinz:
But looking bad and having evil intentions are two entirely different things! Look at me, for example. I'm not evil, but I AM a bit of a bad boy.
Judge:
Oh, if I could be a bad boy myself...! But bad lawyers get penalties for presenting bad evidence.
Apollo:
Ngh. (Yeah. That was my bad...)
Retinz:
Look, I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a coincidence I edited out that scene.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Apollo:
Then how do you explain the carbon paper in the clipboard?
Retinz:
My assistant must've picked that paper up in the dressing room thinking it was some prop. He's a new guy, you see, and he's pretty incompetent. He's always making mistakes. I'll make sure to give him a good talking to later.
Apollo:
(Poor new guy...)
Nahyuta:
Please continue with your testimony, Mr. Retinz.
Retinz:
Sure, but I don't like the way the defense is trying to paint me as the bad guy here.
Retinz:
Where's your proof linking me to that tricked-out clipboard? You don't have any, do you?
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
This clipboard is yours, though, isn't it, Mr. Retinz?
Retinz:
Well, it belongs to the TV station, anyway. That much I know. Maybe it was an old prop from one of our TV shows that got used by mistake.
Apollo:
Or maybe you used it on purpose... to con Ms. Wright.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Mr. Retinz has already stated that he did not. Mr. Justice, please do not use this trial to try to get out of paying your agency's debt.
Apollo:
Th-That's not what I'm doing!
Athena:
Hmm... Proof Mr. Retinz is connected to the carbon paper, huh? If Trucy's signature was copied onto the fake contract... ...then there must be an original contract that Trucy actually did sign...
Apollo:
True, but I bet Retinz is too savvy to leave something like that behind as evidence. But what if her signature was copied onto more than just the fake contract?
Athena:
Like a third document with Trucy's signature on it? Have we seen anything like that, though...? 
Retinz:
Hey, what are you guys whispering about? Lemme continue my testimony!
Present Trucy's Note
Apollo:
Leads to:
"You must be quite the con man if you can fool a magician with a simple trick."
Retinz:
Or, what? You got some proof that I had an ulterior motive for editing that footage?
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What other scenes did you cut from the footage?
Retinz:
...Huh? Oh, no others, I guess.
Apollo:
You mean you only edited out the sword-switching trick scene and nothing else? Don't you think it's too much of a stretch to claim that as mere coincidence?!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
No matter how artificial you find the affair, stranger things have happened on their own. That is, unless you have something with which to prove otherwise, defense?
Apollo:
Well, uh...
Nahyuta:
If you have a valid criticism of Mr. Retinz's testimony, feel free to counter with evidence.
Athena:
Well, Apollo? Hmm... It would sure make things easier if we had some.
Retinz:
I think the defense team needs to be edited out of this trial -- that's what they need! I'll have to clean up this footage later...
Apollo:
(He isn't really gonna put this on TV, is he?!)
Before adding statement "Where's your proof linking me to that tricked-out clipboard? You don't have any, do you?"
Apollo:
Trying to prove malicious intent is tough. All he has to do is say it was all a coincidence.
Athena:
We'll need to find some kind of foothold if we want to make any progress.
Apollo:
True. But this guy doesn't seem like the type to slip up. So we'll just have to get the information out of him bit by bit.
After adding statement "Where's your proof linking me to that tricked-out clipboard? You don't have any, do you?"
Apollo:
Proof that Trucy's signature was copied, huh?
Athena:
But we don't have proof. That's why our agency is under seizure right now!
Apollo:
(True... Or do we...?)
Apollo:
You must be quite the con man if you can fool a magician with a simple trick. But if you think you can con a lawyer, you're very much mistaken.
Retinz:
Hey kid, would it kill you to enunciate in front of the camera? You know, like a newscaster!
Retinz [on cue card]:
THINK OF THE VIEWERS!
Apollo:
I'd like you to take a look at Ms. Wright's signature here on this note. Now let's compare that signature to the one here on this contract.
Judge:
Well! Would you look at that?! They're exactly the same.
Apollo:
That's right, Your Honor. Not just similar, but exactly the same. Nobody can sign their name in exactly the same way twice -- unless it's a copy!
Retinz:
............
Retinz [on cue card]:
YES, KEEP GOING...
Apollo:
These signatures are proof positive that you conned Ms. Wright. And they definitively prove your malicious intent!
Retinz:
Say! Not bad, lawyer guy! Didn't know you had it in you! This is really getting interesting now! It'll get great ratings for sure!
Apollo:
Don't try to dodge the issue, Mr. Retinz! The fact is that you bear ill will against my client! So the show footage was definitely edited with malicious intentions. Isn't that right?
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
What a forced argument, defense. All you have really proven is not his ill will toward Ms. Wright, but his pecuniary greed.
Retinz:
That's right. I just wanted money, baby! Fat stacks of cheddar, that's all. After all, I'd never even crossed paths with Trucy before this magic show. So I'd have absolutely no reason to bear her any ill will, right?
Apollo:
............ (He didn't bear her any ill will, huh? Hmph. Fat chance. This guy definitely has some major hate for Trucy... I can't prove it with anything but the things he's said all point to that fact. There must be something between the two of them that gave birth to this grudge. Some sort of connection that not even Trucy is aware of...) ......Your Honor. I'd like to argue that Roger Retinz and Trucy Wright must have crossed paths before. There must be some hidden connection between them!
Judge:
Hidden...?
Athena:
...Connection?
Nahyuta:
*sigh* What is it now?
Judge:
Just what are you getting at, Mr. Justice?
Nahyuta:
It is futile to even ask, Your Honor. Surely, it is just another one of the defense's feckless claims.
Apollo:
Apollo:
You don't seem to have a very high opinion of me, but once you hear my argument... ...you'll wish you'd taken me a whole lot more seriously.
Nahyuta:
Will I really? Very well, then. Do proceed.
Athena:
Did you figure something out, Apollo?
Apollo:
......Nope, not a thing. That was just some good old-fashioned bluffing, courtesy of Mr. Wright's fine training.
Athena:
I hope you know what you're doing...
Judge:
If you're going to make such a bold claim, Mr. Justice, I hope you're ready to elaborate. What is this "hidden connection" between the defendant and Roger Retinz?
He's Trucy's biggest fan
Apollo:
Roger Retinz is Ms. Wright's biggest fan.
Retinz:
Thaaat's right! Huge fan! Huuuge fan of hers! So, naaaturally, I don't bear her any ill will or malice whaaatsoever!
Apollo:
............ (All right, I set myself up for that one.) Um, can we edit that scene out?
Judge:
No. This isn't The Public's Court, and I'm not Judge Wackner!
Apollo:
Ngh... (I know, 'cause his penalties would hurt less.)
Judge:
Now, why don't you try again, Mr. Justice?
Leads back to:
"What is this "hidden connection" between the defendant and Roger Retinz?"
They're dating
Apollo:
I don't even like to imagine this, but could it be possible the two of them are dating?
Apollo:
If Mr. Retinz and Ms. Wright were in a relationship...
Retinz:
Oh, that's good! Viewers love a secret romance to dish about! Yes, Trucy and I looove each other sooo much! She's gonna introduce me to her father sometime reeeal soon!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Trucy would never fall for a guy like you! Not in a million years!
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Are you aware that you're objecting to your own argument?!
Apollo:
I'm sorry, Your Honor, but when I saw Mr. Retinz's antics, I just had to speak out!
Judge:
Hmm... I can't say that I blame you for wanting to do that... ...but you're the one who came up with such a disturbing idea in the first place.
Apollo:
(What was I even thinking?! All that ended up doing is grossing everyone out...)
Judge:
Now, why don't you try again, Mr. Justice?
Leads back to:
"What is this "hidden connection" between the defendant and Roger Retinz?"
Retinz is a magician, too
Leads to:
"(That sleight-of-hand trick Mr. Retinz did during the recess earlier...)"
Apollo:
(That sleight-of-hand trick Mr. Retinz did during the recess earlier...)
Athena:
Filming is prohibited inside the courthouse! Do you want me to get the bailiff?!
Retinz:
Huh? Filming? What are you talking about? I don't even have a camera on me.
Apollo:
What if... Mr. Retinz is a magician, too?
Judge:
"What if"...? I believe it's up to the defense to fill in the blanks, not me.
Apollo:
Well, if he is, he may have had some contact with Ms. Wright somewhere along the way.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
............*sigh* Your argument is hardly worth responding to. But, by all means, please do continue. As a passage in the sacred scriptures of Khura'inism states: "He who gives a sermon to a monkey is himself a monkey."
Retinz:
Yeah, it doesn't matter what you say to a dimwit. He isn't gonna get it anyway.
Apollo:
But we saw Mr. Retinz perform a magic trick! He made his video camera disappear in the blink of an eye!
Retinz:
While I think it would be pretty funny if I were a magician... ...you must've been seeing things. Want me to introduce you to a good eye doctor?
Nahyuta:
If a connection as tenuous as that is all it takes... ...then every magician in the country could potentially bear ill will toward the accused.
Apollo:
I... I guess you're right...
Retinz:
You're not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you, short stuff?
Nahyuta:
You would do well to cleanse that putrid mind of yours in the holy waters of Mt. Poniponi. Three days under a frigid waterfall, and even you should rise to the level of a monkey.
Retinz:
Ha ha ha! A numb skull for a numbskull!
Apollo:
Urrrgh... (Well, this numbskull has thick skin, so there.)
Athena:
I think I get what they're driving at... Even if he is a magician, it's not exactly a reason to bear a grudge against Trucy, is it? 
Apollo:
............Hold on! I can think of one person... ...one magician who has a reason to bear a grudge against Trucy. Or, rather, one magician who has a reason to bear a grudge against Troupe Gramarye... 
Athena:
Oh?
Apollo:
............! N-N-N... ...NO WAY!
Judge:
Is something wrong, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
......Your Honor, the defense wishes to submit evidence at this time.
Judge:
And what sort of evidence do you have for us?
Apollo:
Evidence that points to the real killer -- the one who had a motive to commit this crime.
Judge:
What?!
Nahyuta:
...*sigh* And what have you come up with this time, defense?
Apollo:
Trucy Wright is the sole heir to Troupe Gramarye and its name. This puts her square in the crosshairs of one particular magician. And this piece of evidence points to that one person with a grudge against Ms. Wright.
Present Thirteen-Year-Old Poster
Apollo:
Leads to:
"And who exactly are you naming, Mr. Justice?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
That points to the person who has a grudge against Ms. Wright, does it, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
That it does, and it does it surprisingly well.
Judge:
Oh...? How?
Apollo:
Um, well... you'll find that out after this short intermission. See you in Act Two! ...is how it goes, right?
Judge:
......Keep this up, and it's curtains for you, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
All right... Guess I WON'T be seeing you in Act Two then...
Athena:
But you're right, Apollo. There IS someone with a grudge against Troupe Gramarye.
Apollo:
Yeah... Your Honor. Please recall that... ...Trucy Wright is the sole heir to Troupe Gramarye and its name. This puts her square in the crosshairs of one particular magician.
Leads back to:
"And this piece of evidence points to that one person with a grudge against Ms. Wright."
Judge:
And who exactly are you naming, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Thirteen years ago, The Great Mr. Reus belonged to Troupe Gramarye But then, the troupe ousted him, and Mr. Reus vowed to get revenge on them someday. And what better way to accomplish that than through the ruination of their sole heir?
Judge:
But Mr. Reus is the victim, Mr. Justice! You've named a dead man as your suspect!
Apollo:
...But is he really dead?
Judge:
......What do you mean, "is he really dead"?
Apollo:
If the fact that Mr. Reus is the victim is what's throwing you off... ...then how about we consider this possibility? What if the man who died on that stage yesterday... WASN'T Mr. Reus!
Athena:
Wh-What...? You mean the victim was an imposter?
Retinz:
............
Judge:
Not Mr. Reus?! Then what about the real Mr. Reus...?
Apollo:
It would mean the real Mr. Reus is still alive.
Nahyuta:
...That's absurd.
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Who is the real Mr. Reus, if not the victim of this case?
Apollo:
(......It's all coming together now... I finally see the gimmick -- the trick to this entire case!) ...This should explain everything, Your Honor. The real killer -- the one who hated Troupe Gramarye and wanted to sully its name... The magician lurking in the shadows who set up a fake Mr. Reus in his stead... The real Mr. Reus is...!
Present Roger Retinz profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"B-But that's...!"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
............
Apollo:
You look like you don't get it, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
Nahyuta:
It looks to me as if YOU are the one who does not "get it"...
Apollo:
Wow, you saw right through that one. You Khura'inist monks sure are perceptive!
Nahyuta:
Your Honor, do I have your permission... ...to hasten this foolish lawyer's descent into hell?
Judge:
I wish I could say yes, but... I hope this will do instead.
Apollo:
Nrgh... (Okay, if that person wasn't it, then...)
Leads back to:
"The real Mr. Reus is...!"
Judge:
B-But that's...!
Apollo:
Yes, yes it is. Roger Retinz... is the real Mr. Reus!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Athena:
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM?!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
O hollow red pepper. Your impotent seeds sprout naught but meaningless, empty words. You can't possibly have proof to support such an outlandish theory.
Retinz:
It's not a bad idea for a soap opera... ...but not even die-hard fans of the genre would stick around past the pilot.
Apollo:
............You want proof? Well, I've got proof. I can prove it by... ...proving that the Mr. Reus in yesterday's magic show was a fake. And to do that... ...I just need you to look at this spot on this poster.
Present Mr. Reus's arm
Apollo:
Leads to:
"This is the injury Mr. Reus sustained while practicing a magic trick thirteen years ago."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Retinz:
............You know what? I'm gonna create a TV show just for you. You'll be a star!
Apollo:
Me? Really?
Retinz:
Yup. "Misguided Guys." We'll gather up a bunch of big ol' dumb-dumbs who like to spew idiotic nonsense... ...and then let you all jabber on like gibbons for hours about the future of the Union!
Apollo:
(I doubt this is how the Founding Fathers expected the country to end...)
Judge:
You may be misguided, Mr. Justice, but there is nothing misguided about this penalty.
Apollo:
Gaaaaagh!
Athena:
You said it yourself earlier, but... ...all we have to do is prove that this fake Mr. Reus... ...and the real Mr. Reus here are two different people, right?
Apollo:
Right... And I see one very obvious difference between the two men. I can prove that the Mr. Reus in yesterday's magic show was a fake, Your Honor. And to do that...
Leads back to:
"...I just need you to look at this spot on this poster."
Apollo:
This is the injury Mr. Reus sustained while practicing a magic trick thirteen years ago. However... ...the video the victim shot of himself shows no trace of that injury.
Judge:
Oh, my! You're absolutely right!
Apollo:
Now, Mr. Retinz, what do you suppose we'd find if we took a look at YOUR right forearm? Is there by chance, a nasty, thirteen-year-old scar under that sleeve of yours?
Retinz:
............
Apollo:
Well, Mr. Retinz?! Why don't you roll up your sleeve and let the court have a look?! Or are you hiding something else up there!
Retinz:
............ Ha ha ha ha. Come on, now! I have nothing up my sleeve. I don't NEED to hide anything up there... because I require no tricks or gimmicks. For you see... my magic is the real deal. Is THIS what you were hoping to see?
Athena:
OH! There it is! The scar!
Apollo:
Just as I thought.
Retinz:
That's right! I am the forgotten magician -- abandoned to the dark understage of history. The Great Mr. Reus!
Judge:
Th-Th-This...
Athena:
...Is totally...
Nahyuta:
...Absurd!
Retinz:
Ho ho ho. How ironic, wouldn't you say? That this odious mark, carved into me by Troupe Gramarye... ...would bring me back into the limelight once more.
Nahyuta:
Strange are the karmic threads before me... If the witness is the real Mr. Reus, then who is the victim who perished in the magic show?
Retinz:
He was but a fan. I met him on one of my programs several years ago. He said he had become a magician out of admiration for The Great Mr. Reus. In confidence, I told him my true identity, and let him take on my mantle.
Judge:
And when did this man take over for you?
Retinz:
About two years ago. I taught him my tricks, and even acted as his producer. And so, a mere amateur became a popular magician overnight... ...courtesy of my magic, on the stage we call television. Hope you enjoyed the show!
Judge:
You really had us all fooled.
Apollo:
Mr. Retinz... or, should I say, Mr. Reus! In your hatred of Troupe Gramarye, you killed the victim, Mr. Mistree... ...and then set up Ms. Wright to take the fall, didn't you? You did it all just to tarnish the Gramarye name!
Retinz:
Ho ho ho. I have no idea what you're talking about, lad. I set up the prank, that much is true. But it was simply a harmless joke on Trucy, I assure you. Yet, she learned of the plan, and made use of it to commit murder. That is how strongly the criminal element runs in the blood of these Gramaryes!
Apollo:
Apollo:
But if it was a secret prank plan that very few people knew about... ...couldn't YOU have been the one to use it for murder instead?!
Retinz:
Gaaagh!
Apollo:
Yikes!
Judge:
Eeeeeek!
Athena:
H-His head...!
Retinz:
Heh. Just kidding.
Apollo:
Wh-What the heck was that?
Retinz:
Heed my words, lawyer lad, for I fear your grasp on reality is slipping. I do believe I told you that my magic is real! It employs neither tricks nor gimmicks.
Apollo:
Enough with the ambiguity. Why don't you make your point already?
Retinz:
My alibi is as pristine as ever. Wouldn't you agree, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
......Yes, I suppose that is correct. The witness does have a solid alibi.
Apollo:
What?
Nahyuta:
Recall, defense, that at the time of the magic show, Mr. Retinz was at Take-2 TV. A fact that many people can easily attest to.
Apollo:
Gah! (That's right... I forgot all about that!)
Retinz:
Ho ho ho. So what do you think, Your Honor? Would you like me to testify on the matter?
Judge:
Yes, I think you'd better. Please tell the court more about your alibi.
Retinz:
Very well, then -- on with the show! Are you watching, Magnifi Gramarye?! The time has finally come for my magic to snuff out your precious pedigree! The Gramarye line will be no more!
Witness Testimony
--My Perfect Alibi --
Retinz:
I was at the TV station at the time of the Penrose performance.
I was busy working on another TV program. I could spare no time for the magic show.
Do ask my staff if you doubt my claim.
And there it is: a simple and perfect alibi. No tricks. No gimmicks. Just the truth!
Retinz:
Do you understand now, perhaps? I did not grace the theater with my presence until after the incident. So how could I have committed the murder?
Apollo:
(Hmm... His staff did say he was there at the station... ...so it sure does sound like a rock-solid alibi...)
Athena:
But that can't be right. If Mr. Retinz is the killer, he'd had to have been at the theater.
Apollo:
There's gotta be a hole somewhere in his story...
Retinz:
Heh heh heh. I assure you there are no holes on Mr. Reus's stage. No tricks, no gimmicks. True magic doesn't need trapdoors to escape through! Do enjoy my show to the fullest... ...and my real alibi!
Cross Examination
--My Perfect Alibi --
Retinz:
I was at the TV station at the time of the Penrose performance.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
But you did come to the theater eventually, isn't that right?
Retinz:
Indeed. Anxious to see how the show was progressing, I made my way to the theater. Let's see... My journey took about ten minutes by car.
Apollo:
(Could he actually have been at the theater during those ten minutes, killing the victim?)
Retinz:
Ho ho ho. Allow me a stab at reading your mind. ......A-ha. Could I have been at the theater during those ten minutes, killing the victim?
Apollo:
How in the--!
Retinz:
But no, I took a taxi. The driver can attest to that. Feel free to call the taxi company, if my word does not satisfy you. The driver is a big fan of the Ratings Rajah. I even gave him my card.
Apollo:
(He gave the driver his card? That was very clever of him...)
Retinz:
You might as well give it up, lad. Questioning real magic is a fool's errand. Besides, you know very well what I was doing at the time of the incident.
Retinz:
I was busy working on another TV program. I could spare no time for the magic show.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What was this other TV show you were working on?
Retinz:
My own special project, you see. I... Ah, one moment. Perhaps this is more appropriate... It's a Ratings Rajah special production! Yeah! Hang loose, baby! It's called "Desperation Regeneration!"
Apollo:
(He switched personas just to say that?) What's the show about?
Retinz:
Washed-up, has-been singers and comedians get together and play musical chairs. The winner of the game is given a second chance at their career. A priceless prize for chumps who washed up too early in life. Sounds great, right?
Nahyuta:
Might I suggest you appear on that show, Mr. Justice? As the ex-lawyer who used to make ridiculous bluffs in court, and faded sadly into obscurity.
Apollo:
(And let the Ratings Rajah produce my TV debut...? Not in this lifetime.)
Athena:
You have great reactions. Who knows? TV might be your true calling.
Apollo:
Hey! Whose side are you on?!
Retinz:
In any case, I was overseeing production of this program during the Penrose performance.
Retinz:
Do ask my staff if you doubt my claim.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
How do we know those staff members aren't in cahoots with you?
Retinz:
I make it my business to perform solo. My magic has neither need nor want of assistants. After all, one of them could reveal the secrets behind my magic, could they not?
Apollo:
(So he doesn't trust anybody, huh? He's the complete opposite of Trucy.)
Nahyuta:
There were many people there in the studio audience who saw the witness as well. Even if he had been able to persuade his own staff to cover for him... ...he could not have convinced so many complete strangers to do the same.
Athena:
He really has made a rock-solid alibi for himself.
Apollo:
Yeah. It's almost... too good, you know? (It's eerie how perfect it is...)
Retinz:
Has all been revealed to you now?
Retinz:
And there it is: a simple and perfect alibi. No tricks. No gimmicks. Just the truth!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I-I've got it! Do you have a brother? A brother that looks exactly like you, maybe?
Retinz:
Again with the twins business?! You think the audience will let you get away with using the same gimmick twice in a row?
Nahyuta:
If you do not believe him, defense, why not investigate for yourself? Though I am sure your efforts will prove to be thoroughly fruitless.
Apollo:
(Yeah, I guess the twins theory is a little far-fetched...)
Athena:
The perfect alibi, huh? It's no good, Apollo. I can't find a hole anywhere...
Apollo:
There's gotta be some kind of trick to it. I just know there's a trapdoor in there somewhere!
After pressing all statements:
Apollo:
(Argh! His alibi... really is airtight!)
Judge:
I believe we've heard enough. While I believe the witness does indeed harbor some ill will against the defendant... ...there is no reason to doubt that he was at the TV station at the time of the incident.
Nahyuta:
Yes. The facts prove it was impossible for the witness to have been involved with this crime.
Apollo:
Nnrgh...
Nahyuta:
These last rites for the victim have dragged on long enough. The soul of the victim himself is so bored that it is resting on top of Your Honor's head.
Judge:
...I-It is?
Nahyuta:
......The time has come. Let us punish the sinner and guide the victim's soul to the Twilight Realm.
Athena:
Apollo! Trucy will be thrown in prison... and we'll be out of a job... But if you catch tasty fishies, will you sell me some at a good price?
Apollo:
I told you! I have absolutely zero intention of going off on a tuna boat! (Think, Justice! You have to figure this out!) ............ (It's no use... I can't find a single flaw... So what now?!)
Retinz:
Ho ho ho. Behold, my never-ending magic show! Come for the awe-inspiring showmanship of The Great Mr. Reus! And stay for my grand illusion until the end of time!
Haaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
........... (Wait, is he saying... ...that we're still trapped inside some sort of illusion of his?)
Trucy:
That's what professional magicians do.
Trucy:
They make their audience see something that isn't really there.
Apollo:
You make us see illusions, right?
Trucy:
We call it "misdirection." While we keep you busy believing one thing, we're busy making something else happen. What we say is there really isn't, and what we say isn't there actually is!
Apollo:
............ (Could it be...?) ......You know what, Mr. Retinz? I guess we HAVE all been spectators to the elaborate illusion you've prepared for us. An illusion that has subtly turned our attention toward something you wanted us to see.
Retinz:
......What are you going on about, lad?
Athena:
Have you got something, Apollo?
Apollo:
I just remembered something Trucy said about... ...misdirection. What a magician says is there really isn't, and what they say isn't there actually is! If we've all been taken for a ride by Mr. Retinz's magic... ...then maybe he's made us see something that wasn't really there. (It's time to rethink all of my assumptions about this case. What have we been made to believe was there when it actually wasn't? What have we taken to be the "absolute facts" of this case...? If I reevaluate the validity of all of these things... then just maybe...!) ......Athena... There's something uncanny about this case.
Athena:
Okay, what is it?
Apollo:
Retinz's alibi. It's TOO perfect.
Athena:
...That's true. It's like it's impossible to break, no matter how hard we try.
Apollo:
But maybe THAT'S the trick. Maybe that's exactly what he wants us to think.
Athena:
Um... I'm not following...
Apollo:
We're not making any headway here because we've been so focused on breaking his alibi.
Athena:
......Oh, I think I get it. You're saying he's using misdirection on us, right?
Apollo:
It's definitely a possibility!
Judge:
*ahem* Would the defense care to share with everyone what it's discussing over there?
Apollo:
Your Honor, we believe that if we were to reconsider a certain assumption... ...we may finally arrive at the truth. In fact, I think we'll even finally see who's hiding behind the curtain, so to speak. 
Judge:
Hmm... And what is this "certain assumption" you're thinking of?
Apollo:
This is the one key assumption we've been taking for granted this whole time.
Roger Retinz's guilt
Apollo:
Roger Retinz isn't the culprit after all.
Retinz:
So you finally came to your senses! As thanks, lemme reduce your agency's debt by... 100 bucks.
Apollo:
We deserve a bigger reduction than that, buddy!
Judge:
I hope you're not implying that you'll retract your accusation in exchange for a reduction.
Apollo:
Eh heh heh! No, of course not.
Judge:
Well, you certainly haven't given me any reason to reduce your penalty.
Apollo:
(Yeah, just a reason to up my micromort count for today.)
Leads back to:
"This is the one key assumption we've been taking for granted this whole time."
The culprit was on-scene
Leads to:
"What if the culprit was somewhere other than the theater at the time of the crime...?"
The crime scene
Apollo:
The actual scene of the crime wasn't the theater, but the TV station. If Mr. Retinz brought the victim's body to the theater after the fact...
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Foolish lawyer... Were that true, then what about the body you witnessed during the show?
Apollo:
......Don't you know it's rude to ask how a trick is done, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Judge:
And don't you know it's rude to make far-fetched claims, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(I-I'll brush up on Courtroom Manners 101 again -- just for you, Your Honor. All right... So the murder could've really only taken place at the theater, which means...)
Leads back to:
"This is the one key assumption we've been taking for granted this whole time."
Apollo:
What if the culprit was somewhere other than the theater at the time of the crime...? What if there was some way to commit the murder without actually being there...? If that were the case, then Mr. Retinz's perfect alibi would become irrelevant!
Retinz:
............
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
How could one person stab another to death with a sword without physically being there? Furthermore, we all saw what appears to be the culprit's shadow in the footage.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But couldn't we just as easily assume that the shadow does NOT belong to the culprit?
Judge:
Well, if it's not the culprit's, then whose is it?
Apollo:
(I'm not one hundred percent sure yet... ...but I'm pretty sure I'm on the right track!) We've all seen something that looks like this shadowy shape before, Your Honor... ...during the magic show itself.
Judge:
In that case, please point it out in the show footage for us.
Apollo:
This is the thing that looks suspiciously similar to the shadowy figure of the "culprit."
Present shadow
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Doesn't this shadow resemble the suspicious shadowy figure?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Judge:
Hm? Mr. Justice, how does that even remotely resemble... ...this shadowy figure?
Apollo:
I thought it looked pretty similar. Do you not think so?
Judge:
Not in the slightest.
Apollo:
Huh? That's funny... It looked pretty shady to me! Heh heh!
Judge:
And your logic is even shadier!
Apollo:
(Ugh... Maybe I should try slowing the video down and taking a better look.)
Apollo:
Doesn't this shadow resemble the suspicious shadowy figure?
Judge:
Hmm... Now that you mention it, it does, doesn't it?
Apollo:
Ms. Wright, could you identify this shadow for the court?
Trucy:
Let's see... I believe that's Mr. Hat's shadow. It's from when he's being pulled up from the stage to the catwalk overhead by wire.
Apollo:
Then, could this shadow that's shown later in the footage be Mr. Hat, too?
Trucy:
No... that's not possible. After Mr. Hat was pulled up to the catwalk, he stayed up there.
Apollo:
In other words, this second shadow is from some other figure being pulled up.
Judge:
Some other figure? I'm afraid you'll need to be more specific than that, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(He's right. We've come this far. I'll just have to figure it out from the clues I have on hand!)
Judge:
What is the second shadow shown in the footage?
Present Crime Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"If we consider what was happening on the stage at the time, there is only one answer:"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Apollo:
The mystery shadow is actually this!
Judge:
How does that have anything to do with a humanoid shadow?
Apollo:
We'll find out when we shine a light on it from a bunch of different angles!
Nahyuta:
............Your Honor, it would appear... ...that Mr. Justice is seeing things that do not exist. Defense. Please administer a quick therapy session to your partner.
Athena:
Who, me? A-All right...
Apollo:
Apollo:
Um, I'm good -- really. I'm pretty sure I don't need therapy.
Judge:
For your own mental health, it's best to acknowledge your own mistakes, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Ungrk!
Athena:
Apollo, this shadowy figure appeared during the magic show, right? So if we think back on everything that happened during the show...
Apollo:
Yeah, I know.
Leads back to:
"What is the second shadow shown in the footage?"
Apollo:
If we consider what was happening on the stage at the time, there is only one answer: The shadow belonged to the fake Mr. Reus. In other words, Mr. Manov Mistree.
Judge:
The victim...?
Apollo:
Please take a look at the prank plan script. Mr. Mistree was to pretend to be dead, and then fly up into the air after that. Isn't that right, Mr. Retinz?
Retinz:
Indeed. And what of it?
Apollo:
I contend that that's exactly what happened. The victim was wearing a stunt harness around his waist. It was most likely attached to a stunt wire so that he could be pulled up into the air.
Judge:
So you're suggesting that, after pretending to be dead in the coffin... ...the victim flew up into the air, just as the prank script says?!
Apollo:
Exactly. We just couldn't see him go flying up because the dragon was blocking our view. And that last trick, ladies and gentlemen... ...is the true pièce de résistance of the culprit's murderous magic show!
Retinz:
............Hrrrngh!
Athena:
Don't tell me... you've got it all figured out?! 
Apollo:
...Yes, I think so. If we can just look beyond Mr. Retinz's last bit of misdirection... ...we should finally be able to see the real truth. (The victim must've been pulled up to the catwalk, just like Mr. Hat... ...and hit the cushioning up there with considerable force. I just have to figure out what else happened up there at that time!)
Judge:
Are you ready to elaborate, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. I'm ready.
Judge:
In that case, please answer me this: Why did the culprit make the victim fly up into the air like that?
To falsify an alibi
Apollo:
Maybe he did it in order to falsify an alibi.
Nahyuta:
...And just how was that accomplished, defense?
Apollo:
Well... After being pulled up by the wire... ...the victim was zipped off to the TV station, where Mr. Retinz murdered him! All it would take is a really long wire! O-Or...!
Judge:
Just zip it, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Judge: one, Justice: zip.) All right, Your Honor. This time, it's for real.
Leads back to:
"Why did the culprit make the victim fly up into the air like that?"
To murder him
Leads to:
"Just why DID the culprit have the victim fly up after he appeared in the coffin?"
To hide the body
Apollo:
Maybe the culprit wanted to hide the body up in the catwalk?
Judge:
But that still doesn't explain how in the world the victim was actually killed.
Apollo:
W-Well, let's see...
Judge:
And why in the world would the culprit want to hide the body anyway?
Apollo:
Well, you see...
Judge:
You should've had all that figured out BEFORE you answered!
Apollo:
(Foiled again...) All right, hit me again, Your Honor. I swear I'll get it right this time!
Leads back to:
"Why did the culprit make the victim fly up into the air like that?"
Apollo:
Just why DID the culprit have the victim fly up after he appeared in the coffin? And how DID the victim actually die... ...when he was only pretending to be dead in the coffin? If we can figure out how these two questions relate, the answers should become clear.
Nahyuta:
C-Could it be...?
Apollo:
Mr. Mistree must've thought he was still just part of a prank when he appeared onstage. He probably didn't suspect a thing as he was being pulled into the air... ...after Ms. Wright was called backstage, and just as the set piece fell. But the culprit had already planted the real murder weapon in a cushion in the catwalk. It was probably... a knife or blade of some sort.
Athena:
What? You mean...
Apollo:
Yes, it really was a magical murder. Just as the prank script said, Mr. Mistree was whisked up into the air... ...and straight into a blade there in the catwalk. In other words, this murder was committed remotely through the use of a magic trick!
Athena:
What?!
Judge:
R-R-Remotely?!
Apollo:
Using this method, it wouldn't matter WHERE Mr. Retinz was at the time of death!
Retinz:
......Ngh... Ngaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
B-But how exactly does it work, Mr. Justice?!
Apollo:
Just before the murder occurred... ...the dragon set piece was up in the catwalk. It and Mr. Manov Mistree... were connected to each other by a wire at the time. By carrying out the prank plan, Betty made the dragon set piece fall... ...which caused Mr. Mistree to rocket straight up... ...and into the blade in the cushion! The cushion was high up enough to be hidden from the audience's view. That's why nobody saw the blade.
Retinz:
Nnnnnnnnngh...
Athena:
Oh...! Then that big gash in Mr. Hat's cape...!
Apollo:
The blade must have been set up overhead sometime before the magic show. Mr. Hat must've been slashed by it, too, when he was pulled up to the cushion.
Betty:
Betty:
I-I can't believe it... I had no idea... I was told that Trucy would freak out if I made the set piece fall... That's the only reason I did it!
Apollo:
You were used, Betty -- Roger Retinz used you.
Betty:
I... I thought he was my little puppet to boss around, but it was the other way around...
Apollo:
After the incident occurred, Mr. Retinz arrived at the theater. He got the murder weapon and swapped the rubber sword with the bloodied steel one. That's also when he lowered the victim's body down to the stage.
Athena:
...But how did he have time to do all that?
Apollo:
When the set piece fell, the audience was evacuated from the building. He was able to do all those things after the fact because there was no one around to see.
Judge:
A horrific murder camouflaged by a spectacular magic show? That sounds like the kind of murder only a magician could pull off.
Apollo:
As long as the show proceeded as it was scripted, Mr. Mistree was doomed to die. That's why, YOU, Mr. Retinz, the victim -- all the way from the TV station! This prank plan -- or should I say, murder plan -- proves your murderous intent!
Retinz:
HRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNGH! NNGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Gra... GRAAMAAARYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Enough. You dim-witted, ignorant, imbecilic, putrid red pepper...
Apollo:
(H-He can't possibly have a counterargument to make! Talk about not knowing when to "let it go and move on"!) Um... Do you have a rebuttal or something, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
No blade of any kind was found in the catwalk.... ...which means you have no evidence to support your theory.
Apollo:
B-But Mr. Retinz retrieved it after the fact...!
Nahyuta:
Which still leaves you with no way to prove your wildly fantastic "remote murder" theory.
Apollo:
B-But...!
Nahyuta:
Without proof, does it not make more sense to believe... ...that the murder was committed there on the stage? That's where the blood-stained sword was found, after all.
Judge:
Hmm... That is a very good point.
Nahyuta:
As the only person who could have committed the crime there on that stage... ...Trucy Wright remains the prime suspect!
Apollo:
............Ngh... NNNNGGGGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Nahyuta:
It would appear that what you call "truth" is little more than a cheap parlor trick. In the end, you have done nothing to prove the accused's innocence. It is time at last to let it go... and move on!
Apollo:
...Gnrk!
Retinz:
............H-Ho ho ho ho ho. Are you seeing this, Magnifi Gramarye? My magic is exacting punishment on your granddaughter! The Gramarye name... is done for!
Athena:
Apollo! We need to hit them with a decisive piece of evidence here!
Apollo:
I know. That's just what I was thinking!
Judge:
Mr. Justice. Do you or don't you have anything... ...to prove that the witness committed this "remote murder" you proposed?
Apollo:
Of course I do, Your Honor!
Athena:
This entire incident was carried out exactly according to the script.
Apollo:
Right. So theoretically, there should be no evidence for us to find or use. Which means our best bet is to see if something unscripted happened. (There's gotta be something Retinz couldn't have foreseen... And once I find it, that's how I'll expose his murderous trick!) Get ready, Mr. Retinz, because I'm about to reveal the secret to your magic. There are no tricks or gimmicks here -- just some good old-fashioned logic!
Apollo:
As long as the magic show went as scripted, the murder would happen without fail. Everything in this case was carefully planned so that no evidence would be left behind. Still, one thing happened that definitely wasn't in the plan. What part of the magic show wasn't a part of the show's original script?
The set piece falling
Apollo:
No, that can't be it. It was quite a shock when that set piece fell, but that was part of the prank plan. What I have to figure out is what wasn't a part of the culprit's master plan.
Leads back to:
"What part of the magic show wasn't a part of the show's original script?"
Bonny's mistake
Leads to:
Bonny made a mistake
Manov Mistree's death
Apollo:
No, Justice! That's not it! Of course there wasn't anything in the show's script about the victim dying. But that's because his death was only a part of the culprit's master plan. What I have to figure out is what else wasn't a part of the culprit's plan.
Leads back to:
"What part of the magic show wasn't a part of the show's original script?"
Bonny made a mistake
Apollo:
Bonny made a mistake during Trucy's escape trick. What mistake did Bonny make during the magic trick?
Stage lift preparations
Apollo:
Yes, Trucy had a hard time because the stage lift she needed was in the raised position. But that wasn't a mistake on Bonny's part since Trucy wasn't supposed to use it anyway. And it was because Trucy had to suddenly use a different lift that she had to move it. So, what was it that Bonny did during Trucy's escape trick?!
Leads back to:
"What mistake did Bonny make during the magic trick?"
Her life choices
Apollo:
No, no. I should never say a person's life choices are a mistake. I'm sure she can be a great magician someday if she works hard at it. Good luck, Bonny! ...Anyway, getting back to the case... What was it that Bonny did during Trucy's escape trick?!
Leads back to:
"What mistake did Bonny make during the magic trick?"
Mr. Hat's positioning
Leads to:
Mr. Hat was placed in the wrong spot
Mr. Hat was placed in the wrong spot
Apollo:
Because Bonny placed Mr. Hat to the right of the coffin instead of to the left... ...Trucy had to reappear on the side of the coffin opposite to the one in the show's script. But the culprit didn't know that when he first arrived at the theater. Which means he was bound to make a slip-up when he tampered with the crime scene. Which part of the culprit's cover-up attempt was affected by Trucy's new position?
Blood in the coffin hole
Leads to:
The blood was on the wrong side of the coffin, too
Fingerprints on the coffin
Apollo:
No, that's not right. Even if Trucy's position changed... ...that wouldn't affect the placement of the fingerprints on the outside of the coffin. Besides, Trucy didn't even leave any fingerprints. So, in that case...
Leads back to:
"Which part of the culprit's cover-up attempt was affected by Trucy's new position?"
The edited show footage
Apollo:
No, no! The discrepancy between the two videos proved the footage had been edited. But that didn't have anything to do with Trucy's position. So, in that case...
Leads back to:
"Which part of the culprit's cover-up attempt was affected by Trucy's new position?"
The blood was on the wrong side of the coffin, too
Apollo:
Thinking Trucy had appeared on the left, the culprit must've put the blood in the left hole. But the blood was eventually discovered in the right hole during the police investigation. If the killer had originally put the blood on the left side, that means... ...he must've tampered with the scene again afterwards to make it line up with the facts. To make the crime scene consistent with the facts, the culprit must have...
Dropped the set piece
Apollo:
Maybe he dropped the set piece, hoping to make everything an incomprehensible mess? ...But now that I think about it, I guess that doesn't make any sense. I should focus on what the culprit must've done to put the bloodstain on the right side.
Leads back to:
"To make the crime scene consistent with the facts, the culprit must have..."
Swapped the coffin sides
Leads to:
THE CULPRIT SWAPPED THE COFFIN SIDES
Wiped off the fingerprints
Apollo:
That's not it. Wiping off fingerprints wouldn't help make the bloodstain fit the facts. I should focus on what the culprit must've done to put the bloodstain on the right side.
Leads back to:
"To make the crime scene consistent with the facts, the culprit must have..."
THE CULPRIT SWAPPED THE COFFIN SIDES
Apollo:
That's right! The left and right panels of the coffin are interchangeable. The culprit must've switched the two panels to make the bloodstain fit the facts. But the switch might've also given rise to something unnatural... Oh! I remember now! There WAS something unnatural about the coffin! And it's just the evidence I need!
Apollo:
Sorry, Mr. Retinz, but I have some very conclusive proof of your guilt.
Retinz:
Another bluff, is it? There's no way you have anything of the kind. My magic is real, no tri--
Apollo:
Apollo:
No. There ARE tricks and gimmicks to it, just like any other illusion.
Retinz:
Wh-What?
Apollo:
After the murder... ...you switched the left and right panels of the coffin, didn't you?!
Retinz:
...Gah!
Apollo:
And because you did, you left behind something very unnatural for us to find. This proves that Roger Retinz tampered with the crime scene after the murder took place!
Present Fingerprinting Results
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The fingerprinting results?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
That? That proves the witness tampered with the scene of the crime?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. And I will explain how in just one sec. (......Uh-oh. I think I might have gotten it wrong...)
Retinz:
...Hmph. What an amateur. I can see right through it.
Apollo:
Right through what?
Retinz:
Your gimmick, our bluff -- whatever you want to call it. Or should I just call it what it is: a lie!
Apollo:
B-But I'm not.........
Retinz:
Burn.
Apollo:
YEEOOOOOOOW!
Athena:
Apollo! Your forehead! It's on fire!
Apollo:
P-Put it out! Put it out!
Judge:
You're burning through my patience, defense.
Athena:
Are you all right?
Apollo:
Ugh. I feel like a serving of Apollo au jus-tice, but at least my hair's all right... right? I'll get it right this time, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"This proves that Roger Retinz tampered with the crime scene after the murder took place!"
Nahyuta:
The fingerprinting results?
Judge:
What about the fingerprints is "unnatural"?
Apollo:
Let's take a look at the prints the victim left inside the coffin, shall we? If the victim was facing forward in the coffin, his prints should've looked like this. However, what we found was they were facing the opposite direction. It's quite unnatural for the prints to be facing this way, wouldn't you agree?
Nahyuta:
......Ah!
Judge:
It IS strange, isn't it? But how did they get this way?
Apollo:
They got this way because the culprit thought the magic show had gone according to script. The culprit thought Mr. Hat would be on the left side of the coffin... ...and that Ms. Wright would also pop up to the left of the coffin, as per the show's script. He then assumed she had thrust the sword into the hole on the left side of the coffin. That's why he put blood in the left hole when he was trying to cover up his crime. But some time after leaving the bloodstain, the culprit must've realized his mistake. He found out that, due to Bonny's mistake, Mr. Hat was to the right of the coffin... ...and that despite the script, Ms. Wright had thrust the sword into the hole on the right. In short, the hole with the blood in it was on the side opposite the one that Trucy used. To make the blood's location fit the facts, he had to tamper with the evidence yet again. So he tried to cover his tracks by switching the coffin's left and right panels.
Judge:
...Oh! And that's how the fingerprints in the coffin ended up backwards! Because the culprit switched the two side panels around... ...the prints ended up facing the opposite direction. ......But instead of going to all that trouble with the panels... ...why didn't the culprit just wipe the blood away and redo it on the other side?
Apollo:
I'm afraid that wouldn't have worked, Your Honor. Because of a little something called "luminol testing."
Judge:
Ah! Right. Luminol. I almost forgot... Luminol can detect trace amounts of blood, even if it's been wiped away, right?
Apollo:
That's right. Wiping the blood away would've only served as proof of his meddling. How about it, Mr. Retinz? I did a pretty good job figuring out your trick, didn't I?
Retinz:
Nnnnnnngh...
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Trucy Wright could have done the same just as easily! You have no proof that it was this witness who tampered with the evidence!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Ah, but I DO have proof.
Nahyuta:
...What?
Apollo:
A person who was in the magic show... ...would never have made the mistake of putting the blood on the wrong side. Least of all Ms. Wright, who surely would've remembered she was on the other side.
Judge:
Oh, my! You're absolutely right!
Nahyuta:
Nnnnnnngh... Why, you impudent...
Apollo:
I'm sure you've realized by now, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi... ...that your claim that Ms. Wright is the culprit just doesn't hold up.
Nahyuta:
Feh! You and the accused are most certainly bound for hell!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Really? Ms. Wright and I? Because I'd think you're the one with a ticket there for trying to convict an innocent girl.
Nahyuta:
............ Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnngggggkkkk!
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! Are you all right?!
Apollo:
As for the true culprit... ...he is someone who knew how the show was supposed to go, but didn't actually see it... ...and someone who had the chance to tamper with the crime scene after the incident. And the only person who fits the bill... ...is you, Roger Retinz!
Retinz:
Gr-r-r-r-r... Gramaryeeeeeeeeee!
Apollo:
All of the secrets to your tricks have been revealed. And with no tricks left, I'm afraid your show has been canceled, permanently!
Retinz:
.........Gnrk! ............... A-All of my secrets have been revealed, you say...? ............... ............Hmph. Don't make me laugh, boy! Mine is the true, real magic. There are no "secrets" to reveal! Behold, ladies and gentlemen, the true power of The Great Mr. Reus! Witness a magic far greater than Troupe Gramarye's! Burn! Crumble! Fall to my furious flames! The Great Mr. Reus... ...will bring an end to you all! And now, for the final heir to the Gramarye name! Right here, right now, you, too... ...shall BUR--! Huh? No! This isn't right! Agh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! No! I didn't do anything wrong! No! It's not my fault! I'm not the one to blame! I-I'm the victim here! Agh! Wh-What...? AAAGH! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Stop! Noooooooooooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! CUUURSE YOUUU GRAMARYEEEEEEEEEE!
Retinz:
Curse those Gramaryes! It's all... It's all because of them! Even now they wound me...! Curse them all to the abyss!
Do you really hate us that much?
Trucy:
Does your hatred run that deep? Deep enough to kill an innocent man?
Retinz:
You're damn right! You have no idea what humiliations I had to suffer! Your grandfather, Magnifi Gramarye, me out after I got hurt practicing my magic! He said I was too unskilled -- that I would mess up on stage! He threw me out of the troupe just because he was worried about his own reputation! Since I was but a child, it was always my dream to become a great magician. But that Magnifi...! He took it all from me!
Trucy:
But... that's no excuse...! That's no reason to do something so evil...! Magic is supposed to make people happy! Not used as a means for murder!
Retinz:
What's the big deal? I just used what I had available to me, that's all.
Trucy:
......I get it now. That attitude toward magic... is why my grandfather kicked you out. You... You don't deserve to call yourself a magician!
 ............ ..."Don't deserve"...? I don't know about that...
Retinz:
After all, you were completely taken in by my magic, were you not? If not for that lawyer over there, you would be on your way to prison as we speak!
Trucy:
......You're right. I didn't see through your tricks...
Retinz:
You see? So in the end, Troupe Gramarye was defeated by The Great Mr. Reus! ............ Ho ho ho. You're not fit to lecture me from on high, Trucy Wright. You don't even deserve to call yourself a magician, you naïve greenhorn!
Trucy:
............
Retinz:
......Pfft. Gwahhh ha ha ha ha haaa! Gaaaaah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa! Take that, Gramarye! You lose!
Apollo:
(If anyone needs to learn to "let it go and move on," it's this guy.)
Retinz:
Gaaaaah ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa! This court and my prison can both burn in the flames of my creation! Gwahhh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Aaaaaaaah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!
Judge:
Bailiff! Take Mr. Retinz away! And bring a fire extinguisher, just to be safe!
Judge:
I feel as though I've been watching a grand magic show.
Apollo:
(It was close, but we just barely made it through somehow...)
Trucy:
............
Apollo:
(...Huh? Why does Trucy look so down?)
Judge:
......Ms. Wright?
Trucy:
...Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
I'm about to announce my verdict... Could I see that wonderful smile of yours -- that smile of a true entertainer -- as I do?
Trucy:
......Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
Now, then. This court finds the defendant, Trucy Wright...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
April 28District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Trucy:
Thank you for everything, Polly!
Athena:
Oh, Trucy! Grazie a Dio! Now you can open your show tomorrow -- just as planned!
Trucy:
Yup! And it's all thanks to you two! ...Oh... but now that Mr. Reus is gone... ...I'll need to find somebody to replace him.
Apollo:
............ (I don't like the way she's looking at me...)
Bonny:
Trucy... I'm so sorry about everything...
Betty:
Hey! What are you apologizing for?! Roger Retinz used us! We're victims, too! He even made me an accomplice to murder!
Bonny:
But, Betty, we have to take some of the blame for this, too, you know. Even if we didn't know he was planning to kill Mr. Mistree, we DID cooperate with him.
Betty:
......It's... It's all my fault, isn't it?
Trucy:
Neither one of you is to blame! The only one in the wrong is the person who used magic to commit murder, Roger Retinz!
Betty:
......Hmph! Don't you think I know that?! Say what you want, but don't think for a second that... that I don't still hate you.
Trucy:
I-I guess she really does hate me...
Bonny:
But, Betty, why? You used to be a huge fan of Trucy's.
Betty:
H-Hey! Sh-Shut up! I've always hated her!
Bonny:
Really? But if we hadn't seen Trucy's magic show... ...we never would've tried to become professional magicians ourselves, right?
Betty:
S-Speak for yourself!
Bonny:
But, Betty, you still have her autograph from that day--
Betty:
GRAAAGH! Just shut up!
Apollo:
(Was she acting that way this whole time because she secretly loves Trucy? Wow, Trucy. I never knew that being the best could be so tough...)
Betty:
C'mon, Bonny! We're leaving! We have to get ready for tomorrow's show!
Bonny:
Hee hee! You're really excited about performing with Trucy again, aren't you!
Betty:
Th-That's not true! So zip it, dummy!
Trucy:
......Polly? Do you think I really am... a "naïve greenhorn"...?
Apollo:
Huh? (......No way. She's not...)
Retinz:
After all, you were completely taken in by my magic, were you not? If not for that lawyer over there, you would be on your way to prison as we speak!
Trucy:
......You're right. I didn't see through your tricks...
Retinz:
You see? So in the end, Troupe Gramarye was defeated by The Great Mr. Reus! ............ Ho ho ho. You're not fit to lecture me from on high, Trucy Wright. You don't even deserve to call yourself a magician, you naïve greenhorn!
Apollo:
Trucy! Don't tell me you're taking what Retinz said to heart?!
Trucy:
......Well, maybe a little. I didn't see through his tricks and I let myself be taken in by his magic. I... I can't trust myself anymore. Maybe he was right to call me a greenhorn...
Apollo:
......You shouldn't take stock in his words. He doesn't even know the first thing about you.
Trucy:
Huh?
Apollo:
You're a wonderful Gramarye magician. You should be proud of yourself.
Trucy:
...Thank you, Apollo. But what makes you say that?
Apollo:
I know you're a wonderful Gramarye magician because of this.
Present Gramarye Notebook
Apollo:
Trucy:
My grandfather's notebook?
Apollo:
The Gramarye creed... "A true entertainer always keeps a smile on their face." When you performed your magic trick in court today... ...you showed the world your dedication to your troupe's creed. Even through all the jeering, you kept a smile on your face, and won the crowd over. You are everything Magnifi could've hoped for in an heir. You're a great magician, Trucy.
Trucy:
A great magician...? Me?
Apollo:
You really are. That's why... ...you don't have to worry about what Retinz said.
Trucy:
Oh, Polly... Thank you! Still... I couldn't have done it without you. I would've lost my nerve if I'd been alone up there... But I was able to keep on smiling... because of you.
Apollo:
Me?
Trucy:
I remembered what you said to me in the detention center.
Apollo:
After all, you're sure you swapped the swords, right?
Trucy:
Yes... I remember doing it...
Apollo:
Then I just know it wasn't your fault, Trucy!
Trucy:
B-But... how can you say that?! We don't have any proof it wasn't me! I-I mean, I know you're a great lawyer, Polly, but...!
Apollo:
I believe in you, Trucy. And I believe in your skill as a professional magician. So I'm going to prove your innocence. Don't worry -- you're going to be FINE!
Trucy:
Your words were what kept me going.
Apollo:
............
Trucy:
......Apollo. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Now I can be everything I was meant to be! 
Apollo:
(Trucy's real smile is the best... I'm so glad I could help make that happen.)
Leads to:
"Um..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Trucy:
......Oh, I get it. Thank you, Polly. I appreciate it. It's sweet of you to try and cheer me up.
Apollo:
(Huh? Wait a minute. Did I get it wrong?)
Leads to:
"Um..."
Ema:
Um...
Apollo:
Ema?
Ema:
I'm really sorry, Trucy... for everything...
Trucy:
But why?
Ema:
Well, I wasn't able to convince Prosecutor Sahdmadhi what a good person you are. And I had to testify against you, too.
Trucy:
You have nothing to apologize for! You were just doing your job!
Ema:
Y-You're too kind...!
Trucy:
Oh, I don't know about-- Huh? Is something wrong, Ema?
Ema:
Oh!
Apollo:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? What are you doing here?
Nahyuta:
......Detective Skye.
Ema:
Y-Yes?
Nahyuta:
I require your forensic expertise in order to close this case. Come, let us go.
Apollo:
W-Wait! Prosecutor Sahdmadhi!
Nahyuta:
The trial is over, Mr. Justice. You and I are strangers once more, with no further need to interact.
Apollo:
Strangers...? Have you really... forgotten all about me?
Athena:
What?!
Nahyuta:
............
Apollo:
......You've really changed, Nahyuta. Telling me to "let it go" and stuff. What happened to you?
Nahyuta:
O lawyer of impure soul... ...I have nothing to say to the likes of you.
Apollo:
......Are you serious, Nahyuta?
Nahyuta:
...Now, if you will excuse me.
Apollo:
............ (There he goes...)
Athena:
What was that all about, Apollo?! How do you know Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Apollo:
.........Let's just say we're old acquaintances.
Trucy:
"Acquaintances"? It seemed like something more than that.
Apollo:
...Y-Yeah, well...
Trucy:
You don't like to talk about your past, do you? Because you always change the subject.
Apollo:
......I, uh... (...I guess I'll have to talk about it someday... But, for now...) C'mon, let's forget about the past, and celebrate Trucy's future!
Athena:
...Sure, if you say so.
Apollo:
! Hey, it's Mr. Wright!
Athena:
Put him on speakerphone, Apollo!
Phone:
......*beep*
Apollo:
What's up, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
A-Apollo!!! How's Trucy?! What happened at the trial?! Did you get a "not guilty" verdict?
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, slow down. Everything's fine!
Trucy:
Hi, Daddy! I'm okay now!
Athena:
She was found "not guilty" in a VERY dramatic turnabout! Plus, we saved the office! It was a great victory for Apollo!
Phoenix:
Whew, that's a load off my mind! I can't thank you enough, Apollo! Now I know I can trust you to hold down the fort anytime.
Apollo:
M-Me? Really?
Phoenix:
Yes, you. You're a real, full-fledged lawyer now in my eyes!
Apollo:
A f-full-fledged lawyer? (...I still can't wrap my mind around it.)
Phoenix:
Thank goodness you were there to take care of everything. And thank YOU, Apollo.
Apollo:
N-No need to go that far, boss... (Especially not in front of everyone...)
Phoenix:
...Oh, and by the way... ...I won't be able to make it to tomorrow's show, so I was hoping you could go. You'll do that for me, won't you?
Apollo:
Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world!
Phone:
......*beep*
Apollo:
(Full-fledged...)
Trucy:
So Daddy asked you to come to tomorrow's show, huh. As my assistant, right?
Apollo:
Um, no. He just asked me to go cheer you on.
Trucy:
Okay. Then I'll be sure to save you the best seat in the house, Polly!
Apollo:
The best seat in the house? I really appreciate the thought, but...
Trucy:
Good! Then it's settled!
Apollo:
?
April 29Penrose Theater - Stage
Apollo:
Apollo:
I-I should've known... THAT THIS IS WHAT SHE MEANT!
Trucy:
Magical Girl Trucy Wright... will now perform her greatest illusion yet! There are no tricks or gimmicks here, ladies and gentlemen! This is REAL magic!
Apollo:
Wait a minute! You're kidding, right?! There IS a trick or gimmick, right? I'm too young to die!
Trucy:
Now, then, Mr. Hat! You know what to do with that sword!
Apollo:
N-No! Wait! Stop! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Trucy:
And that is how "Trucy in Gramarye-Land" ended on a rousing high note... ...with a big round of applause, and Polly's ear-splitting screams!
Apollo:
What kind of an ending is that?!
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
The witness's statement contradicts this piece of evidence, Your Honor!
Judge:
And just what part of the testimony is inconsistent with this evidence?
Apollo:
...Huh. That's funny. I thought I saw an inconsistency a second ago... It disappeared -- like magic! The murder occurred during a magic show, so crazy things like this are bound to happen.
Judge:
Oh, really? Well, let's see how "magical" you think this penalty is!
Apollo:
S-Seems pretty normal to me, Your Honor.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
Isn't the witness's statement inconsistent with this piece of evidence?
Nahyuta:
No, it is not.
Judge:
No, it is not.
Nahyuta:
Let it go, and move on.
Apollo:
Nngh... All right. I'll let it go, and move on.
Judge:
But not before you take this penalty with you!
Apollo:
(I'll move on, but there's no way I'm going to "let it go" with Trucy's life at stake!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
(Well, I presented that evidence with plenty of confidence... ...but that confidence is waning by the second...)
Judge:
Well, how about it, Mr. Justice? Do you have an inconsistency to show the court or not?
Apollo:
...Um, I was just doing some vocal training, so feel free to continue.
Judge:
And overlook the damage done to our hearing, Mr. Justice? I think not!
Apollo:
(Ouch. And what about the damage to my pride, Your Honor?)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
Hmm... Nothing's really jumping out at me.
Apollo:
And what do we do in a situation like this?
Athena:
We press the heck out of the witness! Put the squeeze on them to see if we can draw out the testimony we need!
Apollo:
That's right! Good answer, Athena! (Because I couldn't actually recall, myself...)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Apollo:
I must be really out of it today...
Athena:
Apollo, there was one statement that I thought was a little strange...
Apollo:
Oh? Am I witnessing the power of analytical psychology at work?
Athena:
Nope! Feminine intuition! Let me show you which statement I'm talking about!
Apollo:
(Okay. Now to try comparing the evidence with the statement that caught her eye.)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "The Understage Passage")
Apollo:
Apollo:
Ms. de Famme's reaction here is completely unexpected!
Athena:
I don't think so, Apollo. Are you sure you remember how to do this?
Apollo:
Well,& maybe not completely sure...
Athena:
You have to pinpoint inconsistencies between Bonny's testimony and her emotions. For example, if she's saying, "It made me so mad"... ...but the Mood Matrix shows that she was feeling "Happy" -- inconsistencies like that.
Apollo:
Okay. I think I've got it.
Athena:
Now that I've spelled it all out for you, you should be able to do it on your own.
Apollo:
(If you're going to spell it all out for me, you might as well just tell me the answer, too...)
Presenting wrong evidence during the Mood Matrix
Apollo:
Apollo:
Ms. de Famme, I believe your statement contradicts with this piece of evidence.
Bonny:
Oh, really? And how does it do that? I mean, you CAN explain, right?
Apollo:
Of course I--
Bonny:
Because if you mess up... ...it will suuuck to be you, if you get my drift.
Apollo:
..........I can't do it.
Bonny:
Ha! Just as I thought!
Apollo:
(I'm not ready to be her human juice box just yet...)
Judge:
I'm afraid the witness and I disagree on one point, Mr. Justice. Because I'd say it DOES suck to be you right now.
Apollo:
Ack! (Well, there goes a pint of blood anyway...)
Athena:
I don't think that's where the contradiction is, Apollo.
Apollo:
...Apparently not.
Athena:
But there was that one statement where Bonny let something slip...
Apollo:
Right. The little hole in her testimony that we've been waiting for... (But do we have a piece of evidence I can challenge her careless comment with...? I'd better take another good, hard look at the Court Record.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims. This court finds the defendant, Trucy Wright...
Guilty
The Memoirs of the Clouded Kokoro
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Episode II
The Memoirs of the Clouded Kokoro
Anime cutscene
It was a ghastly tale of a winter's night - one of an invisible killer and a crime perpetrated on the pavement along Briar Road. As the victim lay at death's door, thy mystery of just who had stabbed the young lady from behind had been resolved. But no sooner had my friend saved that Eastern exchange student from his harrowing plight, than in the dim, flickering shadows of gaslight did a second bizarre crime rend the stillness of that very night. I daresay most can still recall the sensational headlines of the day. 'Haunted Apartment of Death' 'The Condemned Criminal's Curse' 'The Dread Demon of Coal Gas' Yet, though the great detective had at once discerned the truth upon his arrival at the scene, it only proved to be the overture that announced the rising of the curtain on a most tragic play.
My name is Ryunosuke Naruhodo. I'm a fledgling lawyer, just starting out on my journey. Six months ago, I arrived as a visiting student of law... ...having made the long voyage across the sea from the Empire of Japan to here...London, England. And on the way, in quite extraordinary circumstances, I made the acquaintance of a world-famous detective. Currently, I reside in the attic of the detective's own lodgings, from where I run my legal consultancy of sorts. I've successfully defended a number of clients in Britain's highest court, the Old Bailey. But since a particularly gruelling and unforgettable legal battle four months ago now... ...I haven't returned to the courtroom. In truth, I lost my right to return. But that epic trial was just part of an epic tale. A tale which was now about to awaken from slumber... ...thanks to a letter that arrived this morning from my homeland...
*Ruuumble*
Ryunosuke:
......... (Mmm, what a delicious smell wafting up the stairs... It must be nearly time for breakfast. I'd better go down to Mr Sholmes's suite... ...and say good morning to the great detective and his flatmate.)
30th August, 7:28 a.m.
Sholmes's Suite
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Iris:
Oh! So you have scale balances in Japan too, do you?
Ryunosuke:
Well yes, but nothing like the Old Bailey's huge example.
Iris:
The thing about those scales is, they're only ever in balance right at the start of a trial, aren't they? Otherwise they always seem to be hanging one way or another...
Ryunosuke:
(I'd noticed that exact same thing...)
Inside of armband
Iris:
Ooh, is this Japanese kanji script embroidered here?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. The name of the armband's owner.
Iris:
Ah! So that's how you write 'Naruhodo' is it?
Ryunosuke:
Actually, no. It's my best friend's name, not mine. It's pronounced 'Kazuma Asogi'. I actually believe this armband in some way embodies his spirit, you see.
Iris:
Hm... So you have to write all those lines just for one person's name? Kanji is funny, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(That's right. Never mind my feelings about my best friend. It's lines I really want to talk about...)
Iris:
Ah, Runo, good! I was just about to call up to you. The bacon's ready.
Ryunosuke:
Good morning, Iris. It smells delicious as usual. Before we eat, though, I have some news. I had a surprise this morning-
Sholmes:
Shh! Not another word, Mr Naruhodo! This could be just the abstruse thing for my pre-breakfast stagnation-repelling mental stimulation, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
'Morning' to you too, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Ah...yes...I see... So that's it... The truth is as clear to me as day. My faculties of observation have revealed it again.
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What are you talking about?
Sholmes:
You, Mr Naruhodo. You have, this very morning, met with a surprise! ...Well? Is that not the case?
Ryunosuke:
Um...
Sholmes:
Really, my dear fellow, it barely warrants explanation. Firstly, your hair is particularly unkempt. Somewhat reminiscent of a bird's nest. Secondly, you have neglected to fasten the third button of your jacket. Clearly, when considered together, these two facts point to you having been flustered this morning.
Ryunosuke:
......... Can I talk now?
Sholmes:
But of course, of course! Though I don't look for admiration, you understand.
Ryunosuke:
My hair always looks like this. It's been this way since I first met you.
Sholmes:
Oh. It has?
Ryunosuke:
And the button...was ripped off last night, if you remember? ...By you.
Iris:
Hurley pulled your button off?
Sholmes:
......... Ah yes, I recall the incident now. It was after supper, was it not? As the evening advanced, I picked up my violin and began to play the wailing notes of a haunting tune. But then, to my utter dismay, the third string snapped! Why did it have to happen? WHY?! Little wonder then, that in my vexation, I grabbed the first button I saw and ripped it from its proper place!
Ryunosuke:
...Well, I'd like it back now, please. It's troubling me that I can't fasten my jacket.
Sholmes:
And it's troubling me that you expect me to know where it is! Somewhere thereabouts on the floor, one presumes.
Ryunosuke:
(Helpful.)
Sholmes:
What matters at the present time, my dear fellow, is simply whether or not my deduction was unerring.
Iris:
But Hurley, Runo said it when he came in, didn't he? 'I had a surprise this morning.'
Sholmes:
......... Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Well, that really is a surprise!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, this man is the pride of the British Empire. The famous consulting detective, Mr Herlock Sholmes. There can't be a single person in the world who doesn't know his name.)
Iris:
Alright then, enough of this silly conversation. Come and eat this bacon before it goes cold. And I have a new herbal tea for you to try, too! My latest special blend!
Ryunosuke:
(And here we have Iris Wilson, Mr Sholmes's lodger and companion. A truly exceptional young girl, who's the author of a highly successful serialisation here in London. Yes, 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' as published in Randst Magazine.)
Sholmes:
So, Mr Naruhodo, won't you put us out of our misery? What surprised you this fine morning?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, well, I received a letter...from Japan.
Iris:
Oh! From Susie, you mean?! Was it? Really?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. And she had some rather startling news, in fact.
Sholmes:
Ah... intriguing indeed. You must tell us all about it over breakfast!
Iris:
Oh yes! What fun!
Examine
Large machine on left desk
Ryunosuke:
That machine really is imposing, isn't it? But I can never remember its name.
Iris:
Hurley calls it his 'Great Analytiscope'. It can analyse anything at all!
Ryunosuke:
...That doesn't really help me. What does 'analysing' something even mean?
Sholmes:
Ah, an extremely astute question, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
Well, as Iris said, my machine here spits out analysis results of anything with which you care to present it. But how to interpret those results, that's the key! And I confess I have no idea.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
Clearly, I'm going to have to construct a Great Analytiscope-Analytiscope to solve the problem.
Ryunosuke:
That...might not help.
Bookshelf behind violin
Ryunosuke:
Books, papers, scientific implements... These shelves are stuffed to the gunnels. Miss Susato wouldn't be able to help herself if she were here. She can't stand mess.
Iris:
Susie might not be able to stand mess, but she wouldn't dare touch those shelves.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? Why not?
Iris:
Everything's in intricate balance. Hurley spends ages on it. If you were to touch even one thing, the whole lot would come tumbling down.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Iris:
Susie noticed it was a very delicate arrangement right from the outset.
Ryunosuke:
...You make it sound like a meeting of great minds. But the truth is, Mr Sholmes just needs to tidy up.
Violin
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, Mr Sholmes's faithful musical companion. Wasn't this violin made by somebody famous?
Iris:
Yes, it's a Stradivarius. Though I'm afraid you'd have to save up for a hundred years before you could afford one, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
But didn't you buy it for a song, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I found it a pawnbrokery among the forfeited articles. It clearly said 'Stradivarius' on the label.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
The ignorant broker had no idea of its true value, you see. So I paid a mere fifty-five shillings for it. Yes, I have something of a turn for shopping. Herlock Sholmes...bargain hunter!
Ryunosuke:
......... But...is it really a Stradivarius, then?
Sholmes:
But of course, my dear fellow! It said so on the label.
Ryunosuke:
(I think perhaps the 'ignorant' broker had something of a turn for selling...)
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
When it gets to this time of year, Londoners seem to leave their hearths alight all day long. And I love it. There's something very relaxing about watching the flames flit and dance about.
Sholmes:
But a fireplace in days of summertime is a waste of space. Really, no use at all.
Iris:
Rather like a great detective in days of no crimes and no criminals, hm, Hurley?
Sholmes:
But consider this: instead of a fireplace, a frostplace! That's my latest idea. An extraordinary hearth from which emanates a cool breeze in the hot summer months. What do you think?
Ryunosuke:
I, I think if you invented such a thing, your name would go down in history!
Sholmes:
The principle is extremely simple. One must of course light a cold fire in the hearth.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course! Brilliant!
Sholmes:
The trouble is...none of the fires I build ever burn cold. How it taunts me!
Ryunosuke:
So as you British say...it's a bit of a damp squib?
Chest
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, the huge metal chest with the lace cloth laid on it, being used as a table for tea and coffee. It's very sturdy, that's for sure. And firmly locked shut.
Iris:
That chest contains my father's detailed records of Hurley's many cases!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, so I've been led to believe. Though personally, I've never actually seen inside.
Iris:
And that's the way it will stay! Those papers are a secret between Daddy and me. If you go opening it uninvited, you might find yourself being bitten!
Ryunosuke:
(What, is there a beast inside there, or something?)
Shelf to the right of fireplace
Ryunosuke:
These are different pieces of evidence from cases you've solved, aren't they, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Not quite, Mr Naruhodo, not quite. These trinkets are a selection from cases I've solved with particular aplomb. They are souvenirs of my success. Memories, Mr Naruhodo, memories.
Ryunosuke:
Really... So, tell me about the case in which the bust of Napoleon featured.
Sholmes:
Hm...I forget.
Ryunosuke:
(Memories, he says... Wonderful, Mr Sholmes, wonderful.)
Tea set on cart or table
Ryunosuke:
I look forward to finding out what aroma your tea will have, Iris. Every single day.
Iris:
Ah, well, I infuse a different concoction of herbs from the garden every time, so it's never the same twice.
Ryunosuke:
When you call it a 'concoction' it sounds more like a science experiment than something for teatime.
Iris:
Oh yes! That's because different blends can have very different properties! Some calm you down, some make you feel jolly, some give you energy... Today's particular blend is something quite special, so you're really in for a treat!
Ryunosuke:
(That sounds...ominous...)
Blackboard
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, this is where you note down ideas, isn't it, Iris? What's in the melting pot today? Hm, 'The Blue Carbuncle'...?
Iris:
Yes, it's from a case of theft that Hurley solved ages ago. The theft of a precious stone. A carbuncle is another name for a garnet, you see. Especially if it's cut with a rounded top.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really? And this garnet was blue, was it?
Iris:
Well, that's the thing... They're usually red. No blue garnets have ever been discovered.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Iris:
So who knows what the stolen gemstone actually was. That's the real mystery of the case.
Ryunosuke:
...A proper Herlock Sholmes conundrum, huh?
White shelf behind chandelier
Ryunosuke:
(There are so many different bottles up there on that charming little set of white shelves.)
Iris:
Oh! Do be careful, Runo! You mustn't try the contents of any of those bottles, even if you're hungry!
Ryunosuke:
I wouldn't do something stupid like that! I'm not a child, you know.
Iris:
Well, I wish I could say the same for Hurley. The other day, he polished off a full bottle of one of my alkaloids.
Ryunosuke:
He what?
Iris:
He said he was hungry.
Ryunosuke:
...I'll...be extra careful.
Typewriter or desk on right
Iris:
I can type with my eyes shut, you know.
Ryunosuke:
I can believe it. When a deadline's approaching, you sound like a Gatling gun!
Iris:
That reminds me of a dream I had the other day. It was such a funny one! It woke me, actually. I was typing for a whole hour in the pitch-black, but I didn't make a single mistake!
Ryunosuke:
That's incredible!
Iris:
But then, when it got light...I found that there wasn't any paper in the machine. Now I wonder if I'd actually been typing at all...
Ryunosuke:
...I think you might just have fallen asleep on the job.
Converse
Miss Susato's letter
Ryunosuke:
This is the letter that arrived from Japan this morning. By international post.
Iris:
Oh, how lovely! Look at Susie's beautiful writing! I wish I could read it!
Sholmes:
And how is your judicial assistant faring, may I ask?
Ryunosuke:
She's very well, thank you. In fact, according to what she's written... ...she actually appeared as a lawyer at the Japanese Supreme Court and won a case!
Iris:
Ah! Really?! Oh, isn't she wonderful!
Sholmes:
A cut above your good self, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
(I've won cases, too, you know.) Apparently, Mr Natsume appeared in the trial as a witness.
Sholmes:
Natsume... Natsume... No, I don't recall that name.
Ryunosuke:
Of course you do! We helped the man...twice! You know, in those two cases that took place on Briar Road six months ago.
Sholmes:
Ah! The moustached, twitchy man with the somewhat feline eyes and the moustache?
Iris:
He didn't have two moustaches, Hurley.
Sholmes:
Yes, who could forget those two cases? They made a very deep impression on me. ...Although I must confess, the details are a little hazy now.
Ryunosuke:
(A very deep impression they made on you. Clearly.)
Startling news
Sholmes:
So...what was this 'startling news' penned by Miss Susato?
Ryunosuke:
...Do you remember the case of the haunted lodgings, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Ah, yes...it's very interesting, you know. I don't feel entirely uncertain that a case of that nature did not...NOT occur.
Ryunosuke:
(He's totally forgotten, then.) Anyway, in her letter... ...Miss Susato asked that we read over her case notes again and investigate further.
Sholmes:
Though it took place half a year ago? For what purpose?
Ryunosuke:
Because of something that Mr Natsume said to her, apparently. He suggested that the real reason why she was called back to Japan so suddenly... ...might have something to do with that case of the haunted lodgings.
Sholmes:
...Oh?
Ryunosuke:
On Mr Natsume's return to Japan, Miss Susato's father questioned him about the case, she says. And something Mr Natsume said appeared to trouble Professor Mikotoba, prompting him to send that telegram.
Iris:
Oh! THAT case, yes! It was very strange, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes.
Iris:
And I had compiled the whole story into a nice, neat manuscript ready for publication, too. But then Hurley here was all funny about it, remember? He was very mean. 'That story must not be published!' you said. Very mysteriously as well...
Sholmes:
Really? I said that? Are you sure?
Ryunosuke:
...Do you perhaps know something about it as well, Mr Sholmes? About why Miss Susato was suddenly told four mouths [sic] ago that she had to return to Japan?
Miss Susato's repatriation (appears after "Startling news")
Iris:
It's been four months now since we waved Susie off at Dover. It was such a shock, wasn't it? The way she just suddenly announced that she had to go back to Japan.
Sholmes:
Indeed it was. Due to a telegram she received from her homeland, I believe.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. Telling her to return urgently.
Sholmes:
Yes, because her father had passed away.
Ryunosuke:
No no no! It just said he was suffering from a high fever, the cause of which was unknown. He's not dead! But according to this letter... ...that news about her father's fever was just a ruse.
Iris:
A ruse! So Susie's daddy lied to her so that she'd make the voyage back home? Why would he do that?
Ryunosuke:
I have to admit, I have absolutely no idea. But she believes it's almost certainly related to the case of the haunted lodgings.
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um, Mr Sholmes, about this...
Sholmes:
Shh! Not another word! ...Ah, yes, I see... This would be a collar...for a breed of miniature canine with a particularly long neck. And for winter use!
Ryunosuke:
Actually...it's the armband I always wear that symbolises my role as a defence lawyer...
Sholmes:
Precisely! Which leads us to but one conclusion: Your arm is in fact the particularly long neck of a miniature canine!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm starting to wish I'd never shown him this now. The man's barking mad...)
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
Summoning her back to Japan so suddenly like that... I wonder what Miss Susato's father is hiding.
Iris:
Hmmm... Hurley, do you know what it's all about?
Sholmes:
...Hm? Ah, well, who can say?
Ryunosuke:
What? But, but you said...
Sholmes:
Please, I have engagements, my dear fellow! My calendar is quite surprisingly full today. And a stringent analysis of the matter would be excessive, I feel. Even if I were quite at leisure. So! Man the fort in my absence, won't you, Iris?
Iris:
I will, Hurley, don't worry. See you later!
Ryunosuke:
(He scuttled off rather quickly there... I think perhaps Professor Mikotoba isn't the only person hiding something here. Soseki-san was involved in two cases, but only one of them was forbidden from being published. By, of all people...Mr Sholmes.)
Iris:
Ah-ha! I've found them at last!
Ryunosuke:
Iris! Are, are they...?
Iris:
The notes about the case? That's right. Susie and I compiled them together. 'The Case of the Haunted Lodgings'... Do you want to read them, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
......... Absolutely. Thank you, Iris. I have no idea what secrets could still be hiding in the shadows of this case... ...but perhaps if I read over the notes again, something might come to light.
Iris:
That's the spirit!
And so... ...Iris and I decided to read over the case notes again together. Everything from what happened, to our investigation and that fierce battle in court that followed. Reliving every detail... I just need to find a clue. And I have all the time in the world. Because of course... ...I'm no longer allowed to practise law in the courts of Great Britain.
It was six months ago... A mysterious incident that unfolded on the wintry streets of London. A young woman was found lying on the snowy pavement of Briar Road with a knife in her back. Fortunately, her life was spared, but she was unconscious for several days following the incident. The fog was thick, and nobody saw her attacker, but... ...by a cruel twist of fate, a visiting Japanese student was walking behind her at the time, and was duly arrested. That man was Soseki-san. And the man who effected his arrest...was Mr Sholmes. Believing in our compatriot's innocence, Susato-san and I decided to represent Soseki-san in court. And, after a gruelling trial of many twists and turns, we finally managed to prove his innocence.
Soseki:
Joyful, Joyous, Jubilant Jubilation!
Ryunosuke:
...Was the man's reaction after the trial. But his jubilant jubilation was short lived. We received a telegram from Mr Sholmes the following morning. 'The victim of the Briar Road stabbing has regained consciousness. Hurry to Barts at once!' So Susato-san and I summoned a hansom and headed immediately to the hospital.
Before clearing all Converse options in Sholmes's Suite:
30th August
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Examine
Spade
Ryunosuke:
The office spade... Now that Susato-san's gone, the shovellers aren't represented to correct me. ......... Maybe I'll have to do it myself. 'That's not a spade, Naruhodo-san; it's a shovel!'
Tea set
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san's tea set that she left here with me. I still think green tea is just too bitter, though. Thank goodness for sugar and milk! Mr Sholmes certainly wasn't expecting the acrid taste that one time. I've never heard anyone let out a scream like that before. Or seen anyone fall down the stairs quite like that either. ...It always bring a smile to my lips when I'm feeling a little down.
Stove or kettle
Ryunosuke:
The kettle's gently simmering away there on top of the stove as usual. It was kind of Susato-san to send that Japanese tea. Iris really likes it. But for me, it's the sound of the stove and burbling kettle I like the most. On biting winter mornings.
Desk in back
Ryunosuke:
Now at first glance, my desk here might look as though it's in a mess. However... ...it's not in a mess at all. Everything is exactly where I want it to be. But whenever Susato-san looked at it, she'd put her hands on her hips and say, 'Oh dear.' Her way of saying that I should make it a more orderly and neat mess. ...I miss that.
Daruma doll
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, the daruma doll I brought with me from Japan. I always intended to colour in the other eye once I'd become a fully-fledged lawyer. But it's still winking at me. Like it's trying to say, 'I can wait. Take as long as you need.' ...Or maybe not. I'll just have to keep on doing the best I can, I suppose.
Picture frame
Ryunosuke:
The photograph of us all together that day... It makes me a little sad to look at it now, which is why I'd taken to lying it flat. But Mr Sholmes righted it every single time. And I've grown accustomed to it. ...I hope we'll all be together again like that one day soon.
Door
Ryunosuke:
I never did see what Susato-san's room looks like. I could go in now, of course. But I don't dare. They say a young maiden's private chamber is a place of bitter-sweet secrets. Although from the laughter I used to hear when Iris would visit, I imagine it's mainly sweet.
Aquarium
Ryunosuke:
Look at the prawns and the anemones gently swaying around in the tank. Regular cleaning, some food and fresh seawater is all they need. And some conversation, of course. It seemed like a lot of effort at first, but it was worth it. I'm starting to be able to tell what they're thinking. Funny to think that so many people in London had aquariums like this once. When they were in vogue. You'd never expect to find sea anemones in the middle of the capital! I think I'll have to name them soon...
Desk in front
It's...Susato-san's desk... I suppose it won't get used now that she's gone back to Japan. It'll just have to wait here patiently for its old friend to return...
21st February, 5:30 a.m.
St Bartholomew's Hospital, Recovery Ward
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Ryunosuke:
I'm right in thinking that these scales are a symbol of the defence in law, aren't they?
Susato:
They're supposed to symbolise treating everything equally...and fairly. That's why they're always in the middle, balanced. Equal measures on both sides.
Ryunosuke:
Recently though, whenever I see a set of scales, I can only think of the enormous Scales of Justice.
Susato:
That's entirely understandable. They are such a powerful symbol in the courtroom, aren't they?
Ryunosuke:
And the thing about the Scales of Justice is... ...they're always leaning one way or the other. They're only ever in balance right at the start.
Susato:
...It must be something peculiar to the British... I'm afraid I can't shed any light on it, Mr Naruhodo.
Inside of armband
Ryunosuke:
It's very fine embroidery here that shows the name of the armband's owner. In this case...Kazuma Asogi. So I'm always carrying my best friend's hopes and dreams with me on my right arm just here. All the time. To be honest, it's something that weighs very heavily on me.
Susato:
...Oh, I didn't realise it was such a burden, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think it's why my right shoulder aches so much.
Susato:
......... Are you sure that's not to do with you reading in bed or the like?
Sholmes:
There you are at last!
Ryunosuke:
Good morning, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
I think not.
Susato:
Oh!
Sholmes:
You're late! What on earth took you so long!
Susato:
Your telegram only arrived at five o'clock, Mr Sholmes. And it's a twenty-minute ride to the hospital.
Ryunosuke:
That's right, and it's half past five now. I think we made very good time.
Sholmes:
The time is utterly irrelevant! The fact is, I have been waiting for what has felt like an eternity.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
In point of fact, I myself was awoken at four this morning by a telegram boy. And feeling it was somewhat unjust that I alone had been roused at such an hour, I sent one to you.
Ryunosuke:
(Well thanks for that.)
Sholmes:
Anyway, you're here now, so... The victim is over there. She's only just regained consciousness. You should introduce yourselves. And I shall observe from here.
Ryunosuke:
(So that's the lady who was found on the snow-covered pavement with the knife in her back...)
Susato:
Her name is... Ah yes, here we are. Miss Green.
Examine
Olive Green
Ryunosuke:
Um...good morning.
???:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Hello. Um...I'm, erm, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. From the Empire of Japan.
???:
Oh no! Was, was it your knife that...? Are you the man who...?
Ryunosuke:
No no no! I'm a lawyer.
Susato:
And I'm Susato Mikotoba. Pleased to meet you.
???:
Oh no! Was, was it your knife then? Are you the one?!
Susato: 
No no no! I assure you! I'm Mr Naruhodo's judicial assistant. We heard that you'd regained consciousness, and wanted to come to give you our best wishes.
???:
Best wishes...for me? Um...thank you. I'm Olive. Olive Green. I'm an artist.
Green:
Well... No, that's not right, is it? What I mean is, I'm trying to be an artist. Well, what I really mean is, I desperately want to be an artist. But the truth is...I don't have any talent. I know I don't. It's no wonder I was stabbed in the back.
Ryunosuke:
I...don't think that's related, actually.
Susato:
Gosh, this young woman seems to bend over backwards to put herself down.
Ryunosuke:
(Seeing as we're here, we should ask her about what happened from her perspective, I suppose.)
About the incident
Ryunosuke:
To suddenly be struck in the back by a blade as you were walking along the pavement... What a terrible experience you had, Miss Green.
Green:
......... It was so cold that day. And the fog was so thick. I couldn't see a thing. That was four days ago now, I think. Is that right?
Susato:
Yes, that's right. I'm afraid you've been comatose all that time.
Green:
But the case has been solved, hasn't it? While I've been here in hospital, I mean.
Sholmes:
Indeed it has, my dear madam! Spectacularly, by none other than I, Herlock Sholmes!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes! As you well know, it was Mr Naruhodo's hard work in court that solved the case.
Ryunosuke:
Are you...yet to hear what happened, Miss Green?
Green:
Yes, I'm afraid so. A gentleman from the police force is supposed to be coming to fill me in shortly.
Susato:
Oh, I see.
Green:
Me coming round seems to have made everyone frantically busy. I'm so sorry. I should never have regained consciousness. It was selfish of me.
Susato:
Oh no! We're all so relieved that you're on the mend, Miss Green, really we are!
Ryunosuke:
(With that kind of attitude, maybe her surname should be 'Blue' not Green...)
About yourself
Ryunosuke:
So...you're an artist, are you, Miss Green?
Green:
Oh no! Oh, I couldn't possibly claim that! I'm a fledgling artist at best. I mean, I'm a student of art, really. At the Thorndyke Academy of Fine Arts.
Susato:
Oh my... An academy of fine arts! Great Britain is such a wonderful country!
Sholmes:
Tell me, Miss Green do you live hereabouts?
Green:
Oh, no, actually... I don't deserve it, but I have a little flat on Brixton Road.
Sholmes:
I see. How very interesting.
Green:
Oh no! ...Is it?
Sholmes:
Brixton is some ten stops away on the Underground from here. And Thorndyke Academy is a mere three-minute walk from Brixton town centre.
Ryunosuke:
...Does that matter, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Perhaps not. But Briar Road is a far less salubrious part of town by comparison. Dwelt in by those of inferior means. Including the maleficent Mr Moustache.
Ryunosuke:
(Inferior means? I suppose Soseki-san does fit the bill...)
Sholmes:
It struck me as somewhat out of the ordinary for a young fine arts student to be walking in such a district. That's all.
Green:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(What's this? She's suddenly clammed up...)
Susato:
Mr Sholmes! You should be ashamed of yourself, prying into a young maiden's private affairs!
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Oh, dear me! Do forgive me!
Green:
Um, if you don't mind... ...I'm being discharged shortly, so I need to pack up my things.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, of course. We won't keep you. Thank you so much, Miss Green.
Picture frame
Ryunosuke:
Look, there's a photograph in this frame here.
Susato:
Oh yes. It's a picture of a young gentleman.
Ryunosuke:
(He looks to be about the same age as Miss Green, I would say.) Perhaps the young woman's 'special someone', do you think?
Susato:
My my, Mr Naruhodo, I didn't know you had a sense for matters of the heart.
Ryunosuke:
Not in the least. I sincerely said the first thing I thought of.
Mannequin
Ryunosuke:
This rounded wooden figure isn't the most charming, is it?
Susato:
Ah, I don't think that's a decoration, Mr Naruhodo. It's an artist's mannequin, I believe. Used when practising sketching the human form in different poses.
Ryunosuke:
Really? It's not exactly what you'd call a typical figure for that purpose though, is it?
Susato:
No, I suppose not. I confess I've never seen one quite so 'full-figured' before.
Ryunosuke:
Well, if you want to draw a full-figured person, it's the right tool for the job.
Chart on left bed
Ryunosuke:
Ah, this looks like the patient's treatment notes. Let's see... 'Do not feed.' ...What is this place, a zoo?
Susato:
You know, I seem to remember seeing an almost identical sign in our local park.
Ryunosuke:
For the pigeons, yes. This is a person. (Poor woman, I hope she hasn't read this.)
Cabinet above left bed
Ryunosuke:
There are lots of bottles in that cabinet, aren't there? Do you think it's safe to keep them like that?
Susato:
Hee hee! If you were a patient here, I feel sure you'd take some medicine by mistake when you were half asleep!
Ryunosuke:
...That is a worry. But at least the cabinet has a lock, even if it's only a flimsy-looking one.
Susato:
Oh, I've no doubt you'd manage to unlock that somehow while you were half asleep as well.
Ryunosuke:
...There are limits even to what I can do when I'm half asleep, you know, Miss Susato.
Green bag
Susato:
That must be a bag of Miss Green's personal belongings.
Ryunosuke:
She would have been brought directly here after she was found stabbed on the pavement, though.
Susato:
I expect a friend or family member probably brought some things for her.
Ryunosuke:
Alright then, let's see what's inside. A change of clothes, no doubt, and...
Susato:
No, Mr Naruhodo! You must never scrutinise a young maiden's personal belongings.
Ryunosuke:
(But the young maiden might have chocolates, or biscuits, or caramel...)
Mouse
Susato:
Eek! A mouse, Mr Naruhodo! An enormous mouse!
Ryunosuke:
Hm... Vermin in a hospital? That doesn't seem the best.
Susato:
But it looks like a very healthy specimen, doesn't it? It's very plump.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure we can say that's down to the 'excellence' of this facility, if that's what you were thinking.
Chart on right bed
Ryunosuke:
Ah, this looks like the treatment notes for whoever's occupying this bed. Let's see... 'Do not permit to run around the hospital.'
Susato:
The patient doesn't seem to be here at the moment, so...
Ryunosuke:
He or she is probably running around the hospital, then.
Susato:
Oh dear...how worrying.
Ryunosuke:
What's worrying is why they haven't discharged the patient yet.
Cabinet above right bed
Ryunosuke:
There are all sorts of medicines in this cabinet, look. I'm not sure if it's safe leaving them in reach of everyone like this.
Susato:
Yes, you're right. I can imagine if you were peckish, you might try a whole bottle or two.
Ryunosuke:
...Well, at least there seems to be a little lock to secure the cabinet doors.
Susato:
I don't imagine that would stop you if you were hungry. I worry that you'd break the lock.
Ryunosuke:
...Hunger doesn't turn me into a criminal, you know, Miss Susato.
After clearing all Converse options with woman and examining picture frame:
???:
Is there a Mr Narrowfodder here? Mr Narrowfoddeeer?!
Ryunosuke:
('Narrowfodder' now...?) Well, um, if you're looking for Naruhodo, the lawyer, that's me, but...
???:
Ah! Mr Narrowfodder, good. This is for you. It's a message from a Mr Saucy Nutsmeg.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume?! Sent a message...to me?
Susato:
But why would a policeman be delivering a message from Mr Natsume?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly... (What's going on? What's a Scotland Yard constable doing playing delivery boy at this time in the morning?)
Sholmes:
Argh, what are you waiting for?! Let me see that!
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Sholmes:
......... Well...this is most unexpected...
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
'Is something wrong, Mr Sholmes?' he says! Have you not seen this note?!
Ryunosuke:
No, how could I have?!
Sholmes:
It would seem that London's criminals have no intention of letting the great detective rest. A new case calls. A case of murder, no less. ...We must depart at once!
Susato:
Murder?!
Sholmes:
Call a cab! Time is of the essence!
Ryunosuke:
But...the trouble is... ...we've yet to read Mr Natsume's note. I was thinking we ought to pay him a visit in his lodgings once we did.
Sholmes:
That will be entirely convenient.
Susato:
Convenient? What do you mean?
Sholmes:
It's all here in the note, my dear fellows. The murder we must investigate...took place at Mr Moustache's lodgings!
Ryunosuke:
Wait...WHAT?!
Susato:
I'll hail a fiacre at once!
(It was only yesterday that Soseki-san was in court and we were dispelling doubts about his innocence. And now...the very next day... ...there's a murder at the man's own address? He may very well be the unluckiest man alive.) ...Or so it seemed to us at the time, but we were soon to discover it was worse than we thought.
21st February
Sholmes's Suite
Examine
Large machine on left desk
Ryunosuke:
This enormous machine takes up the entire desk, doesn't it? It's really very imposing.
Iris:
Ah, Hurley's Great Analytiscope, yes. It can analyse anything at all, you know!
Ryunosuke:
But I've never seen anyone actually using it.
Iris:
Well it's his invention, so I don't know how to operate it.
Ryunosuke:
Why don't you get it to analyse its own operation then?
Iris:
Ooh, Runo! You're razor-sharp today, aren't you?
Bookshelf behind violin
Ryunosuke:
There's all sorts on these shelves: chemistry apparatus, books, papers and...lots of things I've never seen before. It's all heaped up so high, I can't help feeling that the whole lot is going to topple at any moment.
Susato:
It looks as though it might topple, and yet it doesn't. The epitome of Mr Sholmes's brilliance!
Ryunosuke:
...I don't get it. As it happens, I'm quite well practised when it comes to stacking shelves myself. Just the other day, the shelf in my office finally gave way under the strain, though.
Susato:
It looks as though it might topple, and it does. Yes, the epitome of your disarray!
Ryunosuke:
...I really don't get it.
Violin
Ryunosuke:
This is Mr Sholmes's famous violin. The one he found being sold for a song at a pawnbrokery. What's it called again? A 'Shodi-something'...
Susato:
Oh yes, this wonderful instrument features in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'. It's a world-famous Stradivarius!
Ryunosuke:
Stradi...what?
Susato:
Stradivarius, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Stragi... Stragivor...
Susato:
...Are you even trying now?
Ryunosuke:
We'll come back to this another time, I think.
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
I do like this fireplace. It's one of the best things I've seen since we arrived in the country, in fact. Although...I do yearn for a Japanese kotatsu. Putting your legs under a warm, blanketed table is so comforting.
Susato:
Do be careful, Mr Naruhodo. Don't mistakenly put your feet into the fire, will you? You'd suffer terrible burns, you know.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I worry sometimes about how Susato-san sees me...)
Chest
Ryunosuke:
It's curious how this enormous metal chest is being used as a coffee table. And even more curious to think that Iris's father's notes about Mr Sholmes's cases are inside it.
Iris:
You mustn't look in there, Runo! Those notes are a secret between Daddy and me.
Ryunosuke:
(And Mr Sholmes isn't somehow in on the secret?)
Iris:
Hurley tends to forget, you see. As soon as he's solved a case, in fact. Once when he read one of my manuscripts, we had a terrible argument about it. 'Never have I solved such a case!' he said. He was absolutely adamant.
Ryunosuke:
Sometimes I wonder if he's from another planet, don't you?
Shelf to the right of fireplace
Ryunosuke:
Look at all these mementoes of Mr Sholmes's past cases. You know, Miss Susato's eyes still sparkle every time she lays eyes on them.
Iris:
But yours don't, do they, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I have read 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' now. By order of Miss Susato. But, the trouble is... ...having seen the 'real thing' in action, somehow the stories don't quite ring true for me.
Iris:
Well, he does solve the cases...in the end.
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose so. Perhaps there's more to the great detective than meets the eye...)
Tea set on cart or table
Ryunosuke:
It always strikes me how pretty and neatly arranged this tea set is.
Iris:
It's my favourite one. In fact, I think it's high time for afternoon tea! Wait there, I'll fetch the special blend that I've prepared for today!
Ryunosuke:
(Oh Iris, you do love your tea, don't you? She looks so happy at the prospect!)
Iris:
And after you've drunk it, I'll collect some experimental data, if that's alright.
Ryunosuke:
(...Just what is she about to make me drink?!)
Blackboard
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, this is where you note down ideas, isn't it, Iris? So, what's on the blackboard today...? 'Buck up, Runo'. ...What is this?
Iris:
Oh, I'm just playing around with ideas for the title of next month's instalment. Another idea I had was 'The Beryl Coronet'. I'm really torn about which one to use. What do you think, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Anything but 'Buck up, Runo', obviously!
Iris:
Hm, I suppose you're right... I tell you what, I'll surprise you with it. You'll have to wait until next month and see!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...so many sleepless nights...)
White shelf behind chandelier
Ryunosuke:
That's a charming little white shelf. And full of charming little bottles, too.
Iris:
Oh yes. But don't touch any of those. They might explode.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah. A charming shelf full of charming bottles full of charring ingredients...)
Iris:
You know, Hurley mistakenly drank from one of them the other day.
Ryunosuke:
What?! (And HOW?!)
Iris:
I think he was lucky, though. He hasn't exploded yet. Chemistry can be a very hazardous occupation.
Ryunosuke:
(It's living with Mr Sholmes that's the hazardous occupation, if you ask me.)
Iris Wilson
Ryunosuke:
...Um, Iris...?
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(That's incredible concentration, that is...)
Susato:
I find it quite remarkable how she can focus on so many different things at once.
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps I should try drinking more herbal tea.
Iris:
...The blend third from the right would be good for you, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um, Iris...?
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(This girl is destined for great things, I'm sure.)
Typewriter or desk on right
Ryunosuke:
If I've remembered correctly, this large and imposing lump of iron is called a 'typewriter'.
Susato:
To think that every single one of 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' blossomed from this very machine! Ah...it's such a dreamy thought...
Ryunosuke:
I actually had a go on it the other day. The metal bars that move when you hit the keys got all tangled up somehow and that made Iris angry.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...you're ruining my dreamy thoughts. Please don't do that again.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...now I've made Susato-san angry as well...)
21st February, 7:18 a.m.
Mr Natsume's Lodgings, Ground Floor
Ryunosuke:
What on earth...?!
Susato:
Oh my! The gentleman is deceased, without question! He's dead!
Soseki:
L-L-L-Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume!
Soseki:
Oh...why...? Why is this happening? Why to me? I'VE ONLY JUST GOT OUT OF COURT! YESTERDAY! I WAS FINALLY HOME AFTER TWO DAYS OF MISERY! AND THEN I WAKE UP THE NEXT DAY TO THIS! NO EARLY BIRD SHOULD CATCH A WORM LIKE THIS!
WOEFUL WORM WITHOUT WIGGLE!
Sholmes:
I see you're in high spirits again this morning, Mr Moustache.
Soseki:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! Not the horrible HERR LOCK SHOLMES! SHOO! SHOVE OFF! SHOW YOURSELF THE DOOR! I NEVER INVITED YOU!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes came here with us. I'm quite sure he'll be able to help you, Mr Natsume!
Sholmes:
I am entirely at your disposal, Mr Moustache. What can I do for you?
Soseki:
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Gregson:
Tsk, here they are...already. The busybodies.
Sholmes:
Ah, Inspector Gregson. What a pleasant surprise.
Gregson:
Pleasant, is it? Gives me heartburn every time I see your face at a crime scene, Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Hah! I deduce, Inspector...that your heartburn is a result of your excessive consumption of fried food.
Ryunosuke:
Um...good morning, Inspector.
Gregson:
.........This is a crime scene! Don't you go touchin' anythin'!
Ryunosuke:
(Or 'Good morning to you too, sunshine...')
Examine
Soseki Natsume
Ryunosuke:
What a terrible thing to have happened...
Soseki:
It's only been three days since I was arrested for the incident on the pavement outside. And then, having finally regained my freedom, it starts happening all over again...
Endless Existence of Excruciating Experiences!
Ryunosuke:
So, the victim lived here on the ground floor, and your room is just one storey up, isn't it?
Soseki:
Yes, that's right. In a way, we were neighbours, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
So did you know the victim? Were you friends?
Soseki:
.........
..................
...........................
Ryunosuke:
(What's the matter with Soseki-san now? It was an innocent enough question, wasn't it? Why does he seem so shaken by it?)
Soseki:
W-W-W-Well... I s-suppose he, he wasn't a complete str-str-stranger... B-B-B-But, did he ever invite me to his r-r-room? N-N-N-NEVER! On my honour! I swear it!
Susato:
...What an extreme reaction. You're probably wishing you'd never asked now, aren't you, Mr Naruhodo.
Soseki:
When we found him here, I felt wretched. Which is why I sent word asking you to come... ...THROUGH THAT INSPECTOR OVER THERE!
Tobias Gregson
Ryunosuke:
So, Inspector, what was the victim's name? Who was he?
Gregson:
Mr William Shamspeare. He was a lodger here. As you can probably tell, he was an actor. A bit of a dead loss, as it happens. Or...just dead.
Susato:
Mr Shamspeare...
Gregson:
It was the landlord, old Mr Garrideb and the other ledger, Mr Natsume, who found him. The fella didn't rise at his usual hour, so Garrideb got worried and kicked the door down.
Ryunosuke:
But...doesn't Mr Garrideb have a bad leg?
Gregson:
Ah, yeah, you're right there. It was that jittery Japanese hunchback over there who actually did the kickin'.
Ryunosuke:
(Really? Soseki-san?)
Gregson:
The victim was pretty hard up, it seems. Even done some time inside for petty crimes. He had no money, no place to go and no friends. His only acquaintances were the people in this house. ...Miserable life and a miserable end to it.
Ryunosuke:
So...what exactly is Mr Natsume still doing here? He's not involved in the investigation, so shouldn't you have sent him away from the crime scene?
Gregson:
Well...I'm not sayin' it's because the fella looks odd or anythin'... Or that he acts suspicious... ...but I thought it would be prudent to take a statement from the culpri- I mean, cohabiter.
Ryunosuke:
You nearly said 'culprit' there, didn't you?
Susato:
Oh dear...Mr Natsume appears to be under suspicion again.
Ryunosuke:
It certainly seems that way. He does just come across as such an...odd fellow, doesn't he?
Susato:
Poor man... How unfortunate.
Gregson:
Anyway, I can't say much until the coroner gets here... ...but I don't think the fella's been a goner that long. The body's still warm.
Ryunosuke:
(...Even if the inspector would allow it, I don't think I could bring myself to touch a dead body.)
Herlock Sholmes (after examining Soseki Natsume and Tobias Gregson)
Leads to:
"Um, Mr Sholmes, what are you doing?"
Anything else
Gregson:
Oi! I said hands off! You're gonna mess up my crime scene!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um... No, I just wanted to look, that's all.
Gregson:
No chance! I know your kind! You'll mess it up just by lookin' at it!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...someone's in a bad mood.)
Sholmes:
There's certainly some bad air in here, isn't there? Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, it sounds like I'd better talk to the inspector first and try to curry some favour...)
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes, what are you doing?
Sholmes:
Hah! You need only observe to know it, my dear fellow. Investigating, naturally!
Ryunosuke:
...There's nothing natural about that pose.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes! Have you made some miraculous discovery?
Sholmes:
Patience, my dear madam, patience. We've not been here in this room five minutes. So far, all I've managed to deduce is what actually happened.
Susato:
My goodness! But...isn't that everything we need to know, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Hm... Now that you propose the idea, I believe one could, indeed, see it that way. At the present time, I have managed to draw two incontrovertible conclusions. The first, that there was a physical struggle here last night in which the victim fought for his life.
Soseki:
AAAAAAAAAH!
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume, what's wrong? Is something that Mr Sholmes said significant somehow?
Soseki:
N-No... Don't mind me! Forget I was here!
Sholmes:
And my second conclusion... ...is that there was a poison lingering in the air here last night that passed the victim's lips.
Soseki:
N-N-N-NONSENSE!
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, Mr Natsume. Why are you reacting so extremely to Mr Sholmes's deductions?
Soseki:
N-N-N-No... Please! Pretend I'm not here!
Invisible, Ineffable, Inscrutable...Insignificant!
Ryunosuke:
...Impossible to ignore.
Susato:
You must tell us everything, Mr Sholmes! Spare no detail!
Sholmes:
......... But of course. Let the theatrical tragedy before us be unravelled by my great deductions, presented for your pleasure in two acts!
Ryunosuke:
(We've heard some truly astounding great deductions from Mr Sholmes in the past... No doubt this will be no exception. What miracles will unfold before our eyes this time?)
Sholmes:
So, my dear fellows, for your delight and wonder, let the curtain rise... ...for Herlock Sholmes's 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular', Act One!
The Great Deduction
The game is afoot!
Topic 1
Cause of Death
Sholmes:
Careful observation of the victim reveals to us the events that transpired in this disconsolate room last night. Foam at the mouth of the deceased clearly indicates the use of poison. Next to the victim, we notice a large dining plate, which contains, you will observe... ...one half of a sizeable bar of soap. Meaningful? Indubitably. Why is this soap set so purposefully upon the dish? Like the victim's last supper, in fact. Yes... Could it be that the man was about to eat it? Of course, the fork reveals the answer. It appears that the young man's appetite was his undoing. Taking up arms in the form of his cutlery, the victim engaged in a deadly battle for his life. Yet the struggle against his hunger was in vain, for in the end, he couldn't resist devouring the slippery feast! But London's foul soap is besmirched by foul poison. Yes, the victim's life was claimed by poison that tainted the contents of the plate! The soap...and the lather about the young man's mouth are too perfectly matched to ignore. The cause of death was clearly intoxication due to excessive ingestion of foul soap! ...Though personally, I have a greater interest in the taste of foul candlewax, of course.
Topic 1
Cause of Death
Conclusion
Poisoning from soap ingestion
Topic 2
Suicide or Murder?
Sholmes:
The cause of death identified, we proceed to Act Two, where we ponder the next question: Was this suicide or murder? The audience will recall that death occurred during the victim's 'last supper'. Did the man dine and die alone? This single teacup suggests the answer. To draw a conclusion on such meagre evidence would be foolish however, certainly. The careful criminal could have absconded with his own cup to cover his tracks. Well, allow me to lift the veil of doubt, my dear fellow. Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the broken lock! Though forced open now, at the time of the incident, this door was locked. And the sole key was in the victim's pocket. In other words, when the victim consumed the poison, he must have been alone. Alone with his inferior soap, from whence wafted an inferior scent. And with that acrid aroma lingering in the air, the victim met his end...in tragic solitude. We can take comfort only in the fact that his soul was well cleansed on its way to the hereafter.
Topic 2
Suicide or Murder?
Conclusion
No possible perpetrator present
Sholmes:
Thus concludes the final act of Herlock Sholmes's great deduction!
Susato:
.........
Gregson:
......... 
Ryunosuke:
...There's just one thing, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
You are disposed to identifying 'just one thing', aren't you, Mr Naruhodo? Pray, what concerns you?
Ryunosuke:
Well...no matter how hungry he was, do you really think the man would have eaten soap?
Sholmes:
It is quite apparent that this man had barely a penny to his name. It is a curious thing, but to one so destitute, soap can suddenly appear quite irresistibly appetising.
Susato:
How extraordinary!
Sholmes:
In truth, I have tried a little soap myself in the past.
Ryunosuke:
You've eaten it, you mean?!
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, it was some time ago now. My postulation was that it would cleanse my gut.
Susato:
And did it?
Sholmes:
As I writhed in agony on the floor and spilt the contents of my stomach...yes, I believe it did. The experience taught me a valuable lesson: soap is quite poisonous. It has an unpleasant taste and leads to great discomfort. In summary, I cannot recommend it.
Ryunosuke:
(Believe me, I wouldn't eat it even if you did.)
Susato:
There's something that troubles me as well, actually.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? What's that?
Susato:
It's Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
Ah!
Susato:
I couldn't help noticing him shuddering and quivering out of the corner of my eye. Almost as if Mr Sholmes's deductions touched a nerve somehow.
Soseki:
N-N-N-N-N-Nonsense...
Ryunosuke:
(Well, that clenched teeth episode didn't last...)
Susato:
I think...judging by Mr Natsume's reaction... ...the great detective's deductions may need some gentle corrections in order to reach the actual truth.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, Mr Sholmes's observations and deductions are sometimes a little too sharp... He has a tendency to hit the nail on the side of the head and drive it in at an obtuse angle. When he does that, it falls to us to straighten things out.) Alright then, let's see what we can do.
Susato:
Yes, we must pick out the key words in Mr Sholmes's quite brilliant deductions... ...and discreetly exchange them for something that makes a little more sense. If we can do that... ...I'm sure we'll arrive at what Mr Sholmes meant to say in the first place!
Sholmes:
In that case...are you ready for the second performance of the day? Once again, my dear fellows, for your continued delight and wonder, let the curtain rise... ...for Herlock Sholmes's 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular', Act One!
Course Correction
Hold it, Mr Sholmes!
Topic 1
Cause of Death
Conclusion
Poisoning from soap ingestion
Sholmes:
Careful observation of the victim reveals to us the events that transpired in this disconsolate room last night. Foam at the mouth of the deceased clearly indicates the use of poison. Next to the victim, we notice a large dining plate, which contains, you will observe... ...one half of a sizeable bar of soap. Meaningful? Indubitably. Why is this soap set so purposefully upon the dish? Like the victim's last supper, in fact. Yes... Could it be that the man was about to eat it? Of course, the fork reveals the answer.
Ryunosuke:
Well, you can't deny that a fork implies the man was eating something, or about to eat something.
Susato:
Yes, that's true. If I were to decide to eat some soap, I should prefer to use a fork than to attempt it with chopsticks.
Ryunosuke:
And of course, only half of the bar of soap is left on the plate.
Susato:
But might there not be some other explanation? Something material that proves whether or not the man really ate some soap...
Examine fork
Ryunosuke:
I suppose you'd eat soap with a fork, would you?
Susato:
I don't think it's a question of which implement you'd use. You shouldn't eat soap full stop!
Ryunosuke:
But then why?! Why does the man have a fork in his hand?
Susato:
Oh dear... I understand your frustration, Mr Naruhodo, but please don't take it out on me. The point is... ...if we decide the man used this fork to eat the soap, we wouldn't be changing Mr Sholmes's deduction. So we really ought to consider some other clues.
Examine teacup
Ryunosuke:
Do you think he was drinking tea with his soap?
Susato:
The cup's empty, so there's no way of knowing.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! How about this for an idea? Perhaps the cup was full of water... ...and he was dissolving soap in it so he could gulp as much down as possible?
Susato:
...Please remember that he may not actually have been the soap-lover that he's been made out to be.
Examine other piece of soap
Ryunosuke:
Look! There's more soap on the floor here! Mr Shamspeare must really have loved the stuff!
Susato:
Let's not jump to conclusions, Mr Naruhodo. Look closely at this soap... Do you see that it would fit together perfectly with the half bar on the table?
Ryunosuke:
What the...?! How can that be?
Susato:
I think... ...that they are two halves of the same bar that broke apart!
Present other piece of soap
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Could it be that the man was about to eat it? Of course, the other piece of soap reveals the answer."
Present fork
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
What purpose does a fork serve? ...It's an implement for eating. And what do people eat? ...Whatever is on their plates. In other words, it couldn't be clearer. The victim was eating this bar of soap with the fork in his hand!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? (I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"Could it be that the man was about to eat it? Of course, the fork reveals the answer."
Present teacup
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Here we have an empty teacup within arm's reach of the victim. Clearly, if poison was the cause of death, the possibility that it was administered in his drink can't be overlooked!
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, possibilities are endless. The question we are currently pondering is whether or not this vivacious-looking victim ate the soap.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Sholmes:
Until we have established that, I suggest you keep your 'possibilities' to yourself.
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (It looks like I was getting ahead of myself.) ...'Vivacious' might not be the most appropriate term to describe a dead man, Mr Sholmes.
Leads to:
"Could it be that the man was about to eat it? Of course, the fork reveals the answer."
Could it be that the man was about to eat it? Of course, the fork reveals the answer.
Ryunosuke:
Some soup on a plate, and a fork in hand... Even so, surely you wouldn't try to eat soap, no matter how hungry you were.
Susato:
That's what we must determine: was the victim eating soap when he died or not? Until we can establish that with some certainty, we shan't make any progress.
Ryunosuke:
(Talk about a slippery problem...)
Ryunosuke:
Could it be that the man was about to eat it? Of course, the other piece of soap reveals the answer.
Sholmes:
It being the other half of the soap on the table. In short, the victim was not eating soap at all. But it's obvious, really. For no depths of hunger could drive any man to attempt to eat soap. Even I, with my unquenchable thirst for practical knowledge, took only a single bite!
Ryunosuke:
But that begs the question of how the man was poisoned. Because there's no sign of any food on the table.
Sholmes:
An excellent observation, Mr Naruhodo. And one that furnishes us with the answer we seek. For London's foul soap is besmirched by foul poison. Yes, the victim's life was claimed by poison that tainted the contents of the plate!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes is still pushing the soap argument, then.
Susato:
Perhaps he's suggesting the man licked the soap rather than ate it.
Ryunosuke:
If soap in London is that poisonous, I don't think I want to be washing my hands with it. (But there are no signs of any food in this room at all.)
Susato:
Of course, food isn't the only thing that passes people's lips, is it?
Examine contents of the plate
Ryunosuke:
'The contents of the plate' is just...the soap again, isn't it?
Susato:
Well, you know there's a saying in Japanese, don't you? 'If your food is poisoned, you might as well eat it plate and all.'
Ryunosuke:
Well, there's an image... All I can picture now is the victim first taking a bite of the soap and then the plate. The soap like some tofu, and the plate like a giant rice cracker...
Susato:
Oh dear... That sounds like a very bland combination.
Examine teacup
Ryunosuke:
Yes...a Western vessel for the serving of infusions of dried tea leaves.
Susato:
It's a teacup, Mr Naruhodo, as you well know. Stop putting on airs. And it's empty...
Ryunosuke:
Ah, so we've already established that the victim wasn't eating soap when he died. However... ...there's significant evidence to suggest that he was drinking tea.
Susato:
My thoughts exactly.
Examine fork
Ryunosuke:
If the victim didn't eat the soap, then what did he eat?
Susato:
Yes... It's a real mystery, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! I've got it! He wasn't interested in eating the soap at all! It was this fork he wanted to satisfy his hunger with!
Susato:
...Mr Naruhodo. I really don't think it's helpful to continue with this line of reasoning that the gentleman had peculiar tastes.
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san has such a gentle way with words. But I know when I've been told off...)
Present teacup
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, the victim's life was claimed by poison that tainted the teacup!"
Present contents of the plate
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It may interest you to know, Mr Sholmes, that there is a saying in Japanese... 'If your food is poisoned, you might as well eat it plate and all.' So this is where the poison was!
Sholmes:
...It may interest you to know, Mr Naruhodo, that there is no such saying in English.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Sholmes:
And what flawed logic in any case! Why, if one ate poison, would one have to eat a plate as well?
Ryunosuke:
...Don't blame me for my country's crazy sayings...
Leads to:
"Yes, the victim's life was claimed by poison that tainted the contents of the plate!"
Present fork
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Clearly then, it's the fork that must have been laced with poison! The victim, having terrible table manners, licked the fork all over and paid for his rudeness with his life!
Sholmes:
A theory that can be refuted in short order, I'm afraid, my dear fellow. Look at the victim's face. He wears the make-up commonly employed by those of his profession, including rouge for the lips. Yet there is no hint of rouge on the fork. Hence we can be assured that the fork never touched the man's mouth!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes... ...that was actually brilliant. (I think I need to look around some more.)
Leads to:
"Yes, the victim's life was claimed by poison that tainted the contents of the plate!"
Yes, the victim's life was claimed by poison that tainted the contents of the plate!
Ryunosuke:
If the cause of death was poison, how did it get into the victim's body?
Susato:
I think it might be difficult to establish the answer conclusively at this point. But at the very least, the idea of poisoned soap should be discounted, I think. I'm sure there's a far more likely explanation before our eyes here.
Ryunosuke:
(Something obvious that could explain how poison passed the victim's lips...)
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the victim's life was claimed by poison that tainted the teacup!
Sholmes:
Indeed! Cups have been the vessel of choice for practising poisoners over the centuries. And it would appear that this victim drank every last drop.
Ryunosuke:
There's no sign of food anywhere in the room.
Sholmes:
Which leads us to the immutable conclusion: The cause of death was clearly intoxication due to the ingestion of poison contained in this teacup!
Topic 1
Cause of Death
Conclusion
Poisoning from soap ingestion
Poison in the tea
Solved
Topic 2
Suicide or Murder?
Conclusion
No possible perpetrator present
Sholmes:
The cause of death identified, we proceed to Act Two, where we ponder the next question: Was this suicide or murder? The audience will recall that death occurred during the victim's 'last supper'. Did the man dine and die alone? This single teacup suggests the answer.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, the 'Western vessel for infused hot drinks' again. It's already featured heavily in our deductions so far.
Susato:
Yes, we can imagine that shortly before his death, Mr Shamspeare was having a drink of tea. There would be nothing remarkable about that. But what troubles me...
Ryunosuke:
...Is Mr Natsume's reaction when he heard Mr Sholmes suggest it. (There's more to this deduction than it seems...)
Susato:
We must closely examine the scene of the crime again for some more clues!
Examine single teacup
Ryunosuke:
It's empty, and it's the only cup on the table...
Susato:
It would appear so, yes. And when you consider those facts, Mr Sholmes's reasoning seems highly logical.
Ryunosuke:
(But it's always the same in these deductions... The real truth is always buried a little deeper than the great detective suggests.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo...you seem very dubious of Mr Sholmes all of a sudden...
Examine fork
Susato:
The fork again?
Ryunosuke:
The victim just seems to be holding it so pointedly. It makes it impossible to let go of the idea that it must be involved somehow.
Susato:
...Well, let's hope it turns out to be a useful clue in the end.
Examine other teacup
Ryunosuke:
It's, it's another Western vessel for infused-
Susato:
IT'S A TEACUP! ...And it too is empty.
Ryunosuke:
Given that he's actually holding this one in his hand...
Susato:
...We can assume that this is the cup from which Mr Shamspeare was actually drinking.
Ryunosuke:
......... ...But, if that's the case... (This changes everything! Everything we've deduced up to now is turned on its head!) I have a bad feeling about this. I almost don't want to say it.
Susato:
Yes...I know exactly how you feel.
Present other teacup
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Did the man dine and die alone? This other teacup suggests the answer."
Present single teacup
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Just a single glance is all it takes. You can plainly see this lone teacup lying upset on the table. The same as the victim who died alone, having consumed the poison it contained!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? (I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"Did the man dine and die alone? This single teacup suggests the answer."
Present fork
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The only fork present is this one in the victim's right hand. If somebody else had been present here when the victim died, there would be another fork somewhere!
Sholmes:
Which leads you to conclude there were no other persons present at the time?
Ryunosuke:
Precisely, Mr Sholmes, precisely!
Sholmes:
If that is your train of thought, my dear fellow... ...all you have succeeded in doing is substituting my 'single teacup' for a 'single fork'.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes...you're right.
Sholmes:
I'm afraid I can't permit such plagiarism!
Ryunosuke:
How exactly do you plagiarise a train of thought? I even showed all my working...
Leads to:
"Did the man dine and die alone? This single teacup suggests the answer."
Did the man dine and die alone? This single teacup suggests the answer.
Susato:
It's crucial that we determine whether or not there was somebody else present at the time of death. It will tell us if this was a murder or suicide.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and while the argument that the presence of a single teacup shows he was alone is a good one... (...we need to make sure we look at this from all angles...)
Ryunosuke:
Did the man dine and die alone? This other teacup suggests the answer. Yes! There were two teacups in this room all along!
Soseki:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
In other words, this is a strong indication that at the victim's 'last supper'... ...there was a guest present!
Sholmes:
...At the very least, we can say now with certainty... ...that somebody else was here in this room last night, taking tea with the victim!
Soseki:
Wh-Wh-What are you TALKING ABOUT?!
Utterly, Unbelievably, Unjustly Unreasonable!
Sholmes:
To draw a conclusion on such meagre evidence would be foolish however, certainly.
Ryunosuke:
In which case, what more can we deduce about this possible 'guest' at the table?
Sholmes:
Well, allow me to lift the veil of doubt, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
Do you mean to say, you know who exactly was in this room at the time of the victim's death?!
Sholmes:
Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the broken lock!
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure I like where this deduction is going now.
Susato:
I'm afraid it's too late to go back to the halcyon days of eating too much soap.
Ryunosuke:
But the identity of the 'guest' who was in here last night when the victim passed away is... Is something I have a very bad feeling about.
Susato:
Well, you can try to ignore your feelings, but we cannot ignore the truth, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(No, I suppose not. Time to look around again...)
Examine broken lock
Susato:
Oh dear, the latch is most definitely broken, isn't it? The door was kicked in by Mr Natsume, according to what Mr Garrideb told the inspector.
Ryunosuke:
Who knew his short, thin little legs had so much strength in them?
Susato:
...I'm not sure the length of his legs is in any way significant here.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps this says more about the poor state of the door than about Mr Natsume's strength, actually.
Susato:
...Careful. If he overheard that remark, he'd almost certainly have a 'lively' response.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't know... Can this broken lock really tell us anything about who was here?)
Examine empty bottle
Susato:
...It's empty.
Ryunosuke:
Empty of liquid...but full of air! That makes you think, doesn't it?
Susato:
It makes me think that you're full of hot air. We should be thinking about who else was in the room at the time.
Ryunosuke:
(Bother. Susato-san's quip in response was cleverer than my original riddle...)
Examine pile of books
Ryunosuke:
At first glance, it seems that the only things in this room are the makeshift stage and the costumes. I overlooked these three books initially.
Susato:
I wonder what they are. Let's see, the titles read... 'The Picture of Monsieur Lecoq', 'Canterbury Yearnings' and... ...'A Meal for Gaboriau'.
Ryunosuke:
......... Wait... I'm sure I've heard those titles before...
Susato:
It could just be an incredible coincidence, but... ...they're the exact same three books that Mr Natsume purchased the other day!
Ryunosuke:
What? (Yes, on the day of the unfortunate incident when Miss Green was stabbed... ...Soseki-san had just been to a bookshop and bought them, that's right.)
Susato:
And now those three titles are here in the room of the victim.
Ryunosuke:
Yet Mr Natsume claims never to have been here before. ......... What, what does this mean, do you think?
Susato:
I, I really don't know what to make of it...
Changes "pile of books" to "pile of familiar books"
Examine pile of familiar books
Ryunosuke:
At first glance, it seems that the only things in this room are the makeshift stage and the costumes. I overlooked these three books initially.
Susato:
I wonder what they are. Let's see, the titles read... 'The Picture of Monsieur Lecoq', 'Canterbury Yearnings' and... ...'A Meal for Gaboriau'.
Ryunosuke:
......... Wait... I'm sure I've heard those titles before...
Susato:
It could just be an incredible coincidence, but... ...they're the exact same three books that Mr Natsume purchased the other day!
Ryunosuke:
What? (Yes, on the day of the unfortunate incident when Miss Green was stabbed... ...Soseki-san had just been to a bookshop and bought them, that's right.)
Susato:
And now those three titles are here in the room of the victim.
Ryunosuke:
Yet Mr Natsume claims never to have been here before. ......... What, what does this mean, do you think?
Susato:
I, I really don't know what to make of it...
Examine candle
Ryunosuke:
Even Mr Shamspeare didn't eat candles, it seems.
Susato:
We've already established that he didn't eat soap, either!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, do you think perhaps... ...the 'guest' brought this candle here last night?!
Susato:
Even if he or she did, does it reveal anything about the guest's identity?
Ryunosuke:
(Good point. There goes my idea. Snuffed out like that candle will be...)
Susato:
If you sigh so deeply, Mr Naruhodo, you're in danger of blowing out the flame.
Examine pile of books, then present pile of familiar books
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the pile of familiar books!"
Present broken lock
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The room was locked from the inside at the time. And clearly nobody could have entered a locked room. Therefore...I'm absolutely certain that nobody else was in this room last night when the victim died!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? (I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the broken lock!"
Present empty bottle
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
We can conjecture that this bottle may possibly have been brought here by a guest. And we can further conjecture that the guest's visit may possibly have occurred last night!
Sholmes:
...That may possibly be rather too much conjecture, do you not think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Sholmes:
To make a great deduction, you must step beyond the realms of conjecture, and into the arena of facts! I would conjecture that you may possibly never make the leap, however.
Leads to:
"Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the broken lock!"
Present pile of books
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You will observe that there is a pile of books here. Yet clearly no one man could hope to read three whole books! In other words, there must have been someone else in this-
Sholmes:
I must warn you, Mr Naruhodo... ...that a sprinkling of phrases such as 'yet clearly' and 'in other words' will not fool anyone!
Ryunosuke:
But...but I always hear you using turns of phrase like that in your deductions, Mr Sholmes-
Sholmes:
Then more fool you! If you will attempt to emulate the ways of a great detective, you must first identify the greatness!
Leads to:
"Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the broken lock!"
Present candle
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Candles become shorter the longer they burn. And yet this candle is still rather long. In other words, it's highly likely that somebody else was in here to light it long after the victim died!
Sholmes:
...Quite the glowing answer, Mr Naruhodo. However...you appear to have overlooked the possibility that a police officer lit the candle. You will need to burn brighter than that to make a great detective, my dear fellow!
Ryunosuke:
...The whole point of this exercise is to fix YOUR mistakes, isn't it?
Leads to:
"Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the broken lock!"
Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the broken lock!
Ryunosuke:
Was there somebody else in here last night, or not... Clearly that's a fundamental question that will reveal the truth about this man's passing.
Susato:
Exactly. So we must make sure we have solid grounds for our conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
(I must have another look around and make sure there's not more here than meets the eye...)
Ryunosuke:
Indeed. What reveals the answer, of course, is the pile of familiar books!
Sholmes:
Quite so! It's no mere coincidence that these three titles are here in this room. It's the link to the truth!
Soseki:
Agh!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume, you purchased these books four days ago at a secondhand bookshop.
Soseki:
Th-That's just...a c-c-c-coincidence!
Sholmes:
In that case, you will be able to bring the same three titles from your own room, will you not? This very moment!
Soseki:
.........
No! Never! Non-Negotiable!
Ryunosuke:
If you can't bring your own copies here, it proves that these three books are in fact yours.
Soseki:
Hnnnnnngh...
Ryunosuke:
Having purchased the books four days ago and returned to your lodgings, you were arrested the very next day. So you could conceivably have brought the books here on that evening, but you never mentioned that.
Sholmes:
In other words, you could only have brought these three books here to the victim's room... ...last night, having returned to your lodgings after the trial concluded at the Old Bailey.
Soseki:
Ah...um...aaah...aaaaaah...
Sholmes:
In short...there is only one possible conclusion: The victim died here in his room last night as a result of poisoning.
Ryunosuke:
And that same night, the victim had a visitor.
Sholmes:
And that visitor...
Ryunosuke:
...Was you, Mr Soseki Natsume!
Sholmes:
Thus concludes the final act of Herlock Sholmes's great deduction!
Topic 2
Suicide or Murder?
Conclusion
No possible perpetrator present
Soseki Natsume at the scene
Solved
Deduction CompleteElementary!
Soseki:
Huuurgh...uuurgh... Not again... Not again... Not again... NOT AGAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!
Gregson:
Well then, Mr Natsume... ...it would appear you're gonna have to accompany me down to the Yard...again.
Soseki:
But, but, but... But wait! HOLD YOUR HORSES!
Gregson:
Yes?
Soseki:
Door! Key! Locked! Entry! Exit! Entirely! Impossible!
Ryunosuke:
(He's so flustered he's being even stranger than normal...)
Gregson:
What, you think that's an alibi? You could have just made a copy.
Soseki:
Wha...?
Gregson:
You live in the same buildin', after all. You'd have had plenty of opportunity, I'm sure.
Soseki:
B-B-B-B-But... MISERY MEEEEEEEEE!
Gregson:
Sorry, sir, you'll get your chance to give your side of the story later.
Sholmes:
The facts speak for themselves, Mr Moustache.
Soseki:
Aaargh...you...you... You horrible Herr Lock Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
(He really has found himself an arch-rival now, hasn't he?)
Gregson:
Come on now, no dilly-dallyin'. Outside! There's a carriage waitin'.
Soseki:
Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire! I, I never imagined I'd be in this position again, but... YOU HAVE TO HELP ME! Please! Please! I'm innocent!
Ryunosuke:
...Alright, I understand. We'll come to your cell later and talk about it.
Soseki:
And one more thing!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes?
Soseki:
My, my poor little kitty-cat... Please give him his breakfast for me!
And so... ...his evil curse still apparently unbroken... ...Soseki-san found himself once again the prime suspect in a case of murder. Thanks to the incriminating deduction of the great detective.
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, that honour belongs to you!
Ryunosuke:
Well, at least that means Inspector Gregson is no longer here. We can examine the crime scene in more detail now.
Susato:
Yes, that's right. Ah, and of course...
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
Have you forgotten what the inspector mentioned before? It was the landlord, Mr Garrideb, who discovered Mr Shamspeare.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Mr John Garrideb, yes...
Susato:
I expect we could find him in his sitting room on the top floor as usual.
Ryunosuke:
Right. We must remember to go and talk to him later, then.
Examine
Makeshift stage
Susato:
This is some sort of makeshift stage, I think, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Where does the audience sit, though? For the nightly Shakespeare performances.
Susato:
Actors aspiring to the great stage must practise their art, Mr Naruhodo, with or without an audience. In fact, on a related note, perhaps you should set up a mock bench for the defence in your office.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
Then you could practise your art every single day!
Ryunosuke:
......... I'll think about it...if you promise to don a beard and play the role of the judge.
Susato:
......... Well, if...if that would help you achieve your goal!
Ryunosuke:
(This I have to see...)
Wall-mounted lamp
Ryunosuke:
This is a gas wall light, isn't it? It must be connected to a gas pipe in the wall.
Susato:
Gas lights, a gas stove... London really is a city of gas.
Ryunosuke:
But now that I think about it...Mr and Mrs Garrideb had an open fire on the top floor, didn't they?
Susato:
Oh yes, you're right. I don't recall seeing a gas stove up there.
Ryunosuke:
Well, I much prefer a real fire anyway. It's so much cosier.
Meter on wall
Ryunosuke:
And here we have...another disproportionately large machine. This looks like a meter of some kind.
Susato:
Ah...this is a gas meter, I think. It seems that in this district, residents pay for gas as they use it with coins.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see. Yes, now you've pointed it out... ...I can see that there's a slot just here that looks like it would take a coin. So you mean, if you put a coin in here...
Susato:
That's right. That would buy you about two hours of gas for lights and heating.
Ryunosuke:
So...if you were a poor person with no money, you'd have to sleep in the freezing cold?
Susato:
Yes...or if you were a scatterbrain with no change because you forgot to exchange your money at the bank.
Ryunosuke:
...Thank goodness there's no meter in our office.
William Shamspeare's body
Susato:
Oh, the poor man... So young to die. Do you suppose it was a very painful death, being poisoned as he was?
Ryunosuke:
I don't know. All we can do now is hope that he'll be reborn to a better life...
Susato:
Yes, I suppose you're right. I wonder... Do you think that putting our hands together in a Japanese prayer will help a British soul?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
I made sure I had a reference at the ready for just such an occasion as this, actually. This book is entitled, 'The Beginner's Guide to Praying for the Departed - The British Way'! I'll just reread it now. One moment...
Ryunosuke:
There's...quite a spine on that book, isn't there?
Teacup
Susato:
Ah...one of the teacups that Mr Shamspeare and his guest drank from last night. But don't go drinking from them, Mr Naruhodo! There's bitter poison inside!
Ryunosuke:
I'm not planning on drinking any, don't worry. Anyway, the cups are both empty.
Susato:
That's true. So, one was Mr Shamspeare's... ...and the other must be the cup that Mr Natsume was drinking from.
Ryunosuke:
(But Soseki-san wasn't poisoned, of course...) Perhaps we should take these so we can examine them in more detail later.
The pair of teacups has been entered into the Court Record.
Teacup (subsequent times)
Susato:
Ah...one of the teacups that Mr Shamspeare and his guest drank from last night. But don't go drinking from them, Mr Naruhodo! There's bitter poison inside!
Ryunosuke:
I'm not planning on drinking any, don't worry. Anyway, the cups are both empty.
Susato:
That's true. So, one was Mr Shamspeare's... ...and the other must be the cup that Mr Natsume was drinking from.
Ryunosuke:
(But Soseki-san wasn't poisoned, of course...)
Bricked-up window
Susato:
As we've seen from the outside, the window is completely bricked up. A vestige of the former window tax that Britons had to pay.
Ryunosuke:
(What strange things they used to tax in Great Britain! I mean, making people pay for the number of windows they had in a property... It's extraordinary.)
Susato:
It's heartbreaking to think of the poor having to block up their windows just to avoid an unaffordable tax. ...Oh!
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Miss Susato?
Susato:
If you look closely...a number of the bricks are loose!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes... It looks as though an amateur has broken out a few of them just here... (Was it Mr Shamspeare who did it, I wonder? Being the lodger renting this room.)
Susato:
Ah, look at this, Mr Naruhodo... On the outside, there's a little ledge. And there's something on it!
Ryunosuke:
(What, outside?)
Bricked-up window (second time)
Susato:
Brrr...it's so cold outside. You can feel it through this gap.
Ryunosuke:
It did snow all last night. It would be cold. But more importantly... ...what is it on the ledge out there? What are those snow-covered lumps?
Susato:
It's...more bars of soap!
Ryunosuke:
Soap? What are bars of soap doing lined up on a ledge outside the window?
Susato:
I, I have no idea... But the pair of them look rather charming like that.
Ryunosuke:
(Still, that's very strange, isn't it? Bars of soap lined up outside the window.) I think perhaps we should take one. There are two, after all.
Susato:
Oh dear... I, I suppose we could... ...Oh, what's this? Look here at this soap...
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Do you see? In the middle there? There's a patch that's a different colour. It's, it's sort of transparent, but...
Ryunosuke:
Some sort of fancy design, I suppose. Only in Great Britain!
Susato:
It looks like the Hinomaru flag of Japan, doesn't it? How wonderful! It's probably a very expensive brand.
Ryunosuke:
(Expensive? Then what's it doing in this ramshackle old room...?)
The bar of soap has been entered into the Court Record.
Bricked-up window (subsequent times)
Susato:
Brrr...it's so cold outside. You can feel it through this gap.
Ryunosuke:
It did snow all last night. It would be cold. But more importantly... ...what is it on the ledge out there? What are those snow-covered lumps?
Susato:
It's...more bars of soap!
Ryunosuke:
Soap? What are bars of soap doing lined up on a ledge outside the window?
Susato:
I, I have no idea...
Mannequin or king costume
Ryunosuke:
Look at these extravagant, bright costumes! Somehow they look out of place in this room, with its grim, shady goings-on.
Susato:
This one looks like a king's attire.
Ryunosuke:
A king? ...I've always dreamt of being a king.
Susato:
Oh, I think you'd be more suited to a feudal lord. A daimyo or suchlike.
Ryunosuke:
With a chonmage topknot? Every Japanese man wishes he had a chonmage.
Susato:
Oh, you'd look wonderful with one! And you already have the sword.
Ryunosuke:
Can you imagine what would happen if I walked around the streets of London with a chonmage and a sword?
Paper scrap on floor
Susato:
What's this...?
Ryunosuke:
It looks like part of an envelope, I think.
Susato:
Yes, I think you may be right. Perhaps it was torn off when the letter was opened.
Ryunosuke:
Is that significant?
Susato:
Well, it's a little out of place, perhaps. When you look around the room... ...there's no sign of a letter, or the rest of the envelope in fact, is there?
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (She's right.)
Susato:
And yet here we have the torn-off end of an envelope... It just strikes me as unusual.
Ryunosuke:
I agree. (We'd better take this, just in case.)
The torn-off end of envelope has been entered into the Court Record.
Paper scrap on floor (subsequent times)
Susato:
What's this...?
Ryunosuke:
It looks like part of an envelope, I think.
Susato:
Yes, I think you may be right. Perhaps it was torn off when the letter was opened.
Ryunosuke:
Is that significant?
Susato:
Well, it's a little out of place, perhaps. When you look around the room... ...there's no sign of a letter, or the rest of the envelope in fact, is there?
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (She's right.)
Susato:
And yet here we have the torn-off end of an envelope... It just strikes me as unusual.
Shelves
Susato:
There's not much on these shelves, is there? Just this wine glass and bottle. And both of them are cracked.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...not much use, are they?
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter?
Susato:
Oh, I was just reminded of the Reaper, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
Prosecutor Lord van Zieks?
Susato:
Yes. He's so reckless with his wine glasses. I was thinking it's a waste and that he should donate some to the needy.
Ryunosuke:
...You can suggest it next time we meet.
Examine evidence
Pair of Teacups
Inside of Soseki Natsume's cup
Susato:
This is the teacup from which Mr Natsume was drinking.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... Unlike the other one, the inside of the cup is completely clean.
Susato:
I suppose he must have drunk the contents before the tea had a chance to leave a mark.
Ryunosuke:
I always gulp it down, too.
Susato:
Sorry, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, if you just sip it little by little, it goes cold.
Susato:
...Clearly, I shall have to instruct you in the proper way to take tea.
The details of the pair of teacups have been updated in the Court Record.
Inside of Soseki Natsume's cup (subsequent times)
Susato:
This is the teacup from which Mr Natsume was drinking.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... Unlike the other one, the inside of the cup is completely clean.
Susato:
I suppose he must have drunk the contents before the tea had a chance to leave a mark.
Ryunosuke:
I always gulp it down, too.
Susato:
Sorry, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, if you just sip it little by little, it goes cold.
Susato:
...Clearly, I shall have to instruct you in the proper way to take tea.
Inside of William Shamspeare's cup
Ryunosuke:
This must be the cup that Mr Shamspeare was drinking from then. It's stained on the inside.
Susato:
Tea does that, I'm afraid. Even green tea.
Ryunosuke:
Oh really? I've never noticed before.
Susato:
You've never noticed?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I never leave it in the cup long enough to leave a mark. I like to gulp it down. 'Drink tea while it's hot!' That's the Japanese way, isn't it?
Susato:
Oh dear... So many people seem to have the wrong idea about our culture...and most of them are Japanese!
Bar of Soap
Circular depression
Susato:
This part is a different colour. It's an exquisite design, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Trust the British to turn a boring bar of soap into something special...
Susato:
I quite like it! It reminds me of the Hinomaru design of the Japanese flag. I expect this is rather expensive soap.
Ryunosuke:
(That doesn't seem likely, given who it belongs to.)
Torn-Off End of Envelope
Jagged edge
Ryunosuke:
Whoever opened this envelope didn't bother with a letter opener or scissors, did they?
Susato:
......... Yes, whoever opened it...was clearly someone with an unrefined temperament. And judging from the angle of the rip here...the person in question must have been right-handed!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! I think perhaps...someone's been reading too much of 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'!
Susato:
You can never read too much of it, Mr Naruhodo! Never!
After examining meter on wall, teacup, bricked-up window twice, and paper scrap on floor:
???:
...Looks like you're havin' a good snoop around, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson! B-Back so soon?
Gregson:
After I threw that little Japanese fella in the clink, I went and reported this to the investigation division. In five minutes' time, this place will be cordoned off by the Yard.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. Well, we'd better be leaving then.
Susato:
Poor Mr Natsume must be feeling very low, being back in a cell again so soon...
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure. We should probably go...and.........
Susato:
What's wrong, Mr Naruhodo? KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Shamspeare:
'Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player... That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more...' ......... ...Now, how soundeth the next part?
Gregson:
'It is a tale. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.'
Shamspeare:
Indeed! Oh, happy day!
Ryunosuke:
Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa... ...WALKING DEEEEEEEEEAD!!!
Gregson:
The, the fella isn't dead at all?!
Ryunosuke:
What was that nonsense he was saying, though?
Susato:
I think... Yes, it was from William Shakespeare's 'Macbeth'. A soliloquy from Act Five, Scene Five.
Ryunosuke:
Shakespeare...
So it was... ...that the victim, Mr William Shamspeare...'came back to life'. If the man had indeed been poisoned, it transpired that it hadn't killed him. He was taken by emergency carriage to a nearby hospital for treatment. And Inspector Gregson evicted us from the scene of the crime...whatever that now was.
21st February
Briar Road
Susato:
Whatever do you think will happen now?
Ryunosuke:
...Good question. What a strange situation for Mr Natsume. Arrested for murder, but then the victim comes back to life!
Susato:
I think perhaps the victim was never dead in the first place. It seems very likely that Mr Shamspeare did consume poison, as we deduced... ...but was it an accident, attempted suicide...or attempted murder? Until the truth can be established, I imagine the police will keep Mr Natsume in custody.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose so... Let's hope it doesn't come to anything more than a night in the cells... (Oh...what's this? What's that man doing over there? He looks like he's trying to see into Soseki-san's lodgings...)
Susato:
Is something wrong, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me! Could we have a word?
???:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
(He just ran off...)
Susato:
I feel sure that I've seen that man somewhere before. Where was it...?
Ryunosuke:
Hm... (I do too, but I don't remember...)
If all Converse options with John Garrideb in The Garridebs' Room have been cleared
Ryunosuke:
Well, we've done as much investigating here as we can, I think. Perhaps we ought to go to the prison and speak with Mr Natsume again.
Susato:
A good idea!
Examine
Door of red brick building
Ryunosuke:
The Garrideb household - and Mr Natsume's lodgings - are in a prominent position there on the corner. Sometimes when I look at the building, I can't help feeling that it's at a bit of a slant...
Susato:
It does rather look as though it would collapse in even the smallest earthquake, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
And isn't it supposed to be haunted as well? (I think I might have a hunch as to why Soseki-san has such a hunched back...)
Bricked-up windows
Ryunosuke:
With the exception of the top floor, where Mr and Mrs Garrideb live, all the windows are bricked up.
Susato:
Yes, that's because of an old window tax that was charged on the number of windows a property had. In order to pay less tax, the poorer members of society filled in many of their windows.
Ryunosuke:
But the tax has since been abolished, hasn't it? So the windows could all be opened up again, surely.
Susato:
Unfortunately, it would appear that the residents of this district can't afford to pay to have the work done.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...that is a sad state of affairs.
Susato:
Especially for people like poor Mr Natsume, who have to live all cooped up in a windowless room.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose that's the price you pay for living in very cheap accommodation.
Susato:
...It all seems rather pointless when you put it like that.
Bicycle
Susato:
There always seems to be a bicycle outside the Garrideb residence. I read that bicycles are extremely popular all over Great Britain at the moment, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
That one seems very...warped though. Especially the front wheel. Is that to make it more of a challenge to ride, do you think?
Susato:
No, I'm afraid that may be a result of the rider's incompetence. For the front wheel to be so badly warped, I'm afraid the rider may have been similarly afflicted.
Ryunosuke:
Then...there's a good chance Mr Natsume has been practising on this bicycle, I think.
Susato:
Oh dear... I fear you may be right...
Buildings at end of road
Ryunosuke:
London's blanketed in fog again today, and the sky is covered in cloud. But if you look carefully in the distance, you can just make out the Crystal Tower being built.
Susato:
Ah, the Crystal Tower, yes. The centrepiece of the Great Exhibition that's to open in six months' time.
Ryunosuke:
Everyone's talking about the Great Exhibition of London at the moment, it seems.
Susato:
Well, it's to be the largest event of its kind anywhere in the world, with technology and scientists from all over. I can't wait for it myself!
Ryunosuke:
...Do you think visiting students from the Far East like us will be granted entry?
Susato:
The last Great Exhibition that was held in London had more than six million visitors, it seems. And this time, the British are determined to make it an even bigger success to outdo the Paris Exposition!
Ryunosuke:
I, I see... That's an incredible number of people! And with so many people expected to attend, we should easily be able to slip in unnoticed.
Susato:
There's always the honest approach of buying tickets at the main entrance, Mr Naruhodo...
Snowman
Ryunosuke:
Why has somebody built this snowman on some sort of pedestal, do you think?
Susato:
That's not a pedestal, Mr Naruhodo. That's part of the snowman's body.
Ryunosuke:
Really? But it already has a perfectly good body.
Susato:
Well, it's true that British snowmen are usually made with two balls of snow. Perhaps this is a foreigner.
Ryunosuke:
And now we're looking at him as if he's strange. Poor man. I know how he feels.
Susato:
If anything, it's Japanese and British two-ball snowmen that are the strange ones, isn't it? After all, real people do have three sections: head, torso and legs.
Ryunosuke:
...Do you ever think that perhaps you think about things too much?
21st February
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Examine
Spade
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps we should put this spade away somewhere.
Susato:
That's not a spade, Naruhodo-san; it's a shovel.
Ryunosuke:
No, shovels are for digging. That's for scooping up loose material. It's a spade.
Susato:
No, spades are for digging. That's for scooping up loose material. It's a shovel.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, it doesn't really matter, does it?
Susato:
You're so right, Naruhodo-san. We mustn't quarrel over such trifles.
Ryunosuke:
On reflection then, I think I'll leave this spade where it is.
Susato:
Yes, I think that's for the best. We may need a shovel when we're working in the garden.
Door
Ryunosuke:
I heard that there's another room behind that door.
Susato:
Yes, it's my bedroom, Naruhodo-san, as you well know.
Ryunosuke:
Shall I help you unpack your things?
Susato:
...That's very kind, but no thank you.
Ryunosuke:
Your luggage looked very heavy. Are you sure I can't help you move it?
Susato:
...That's very kind, but really, no thank you. A young maiden's private chamber is a place of bitter-sweet secrets, you know.
Ryunosuke:
(The only secret I have is the five yen banknote hidden on the back side of my daruma doll...)
Empty aquarium
Ryunosuke:
These tanks are for keeping sea creatures. They're called aquariums and they were all the rage in London at one time, apparently.
Susato:
Yes, the English are so clever, coming up with the idea of having ocean life on display in the home!
Ryunosuke:
And it means you always have an emergency midnight feast on hand, too.
Susato:
...I'm not sure that's really the idea.
Converse
What to do
Susato:
Soseki-san is...so terribly unlucky, isn't he?
Ryunosuke:
You can say that again. Suspected of two different murders in two days... I've never known anybody to be so badly in the wrong place at the wrong time so many times!
Susato:
......... I have. And I'm looking at him right now.
Ryunosuke:
......... You know, I hadn't really considered it much before, but I think you might be right... I have been quite unlucky in that respect, haven't I? Am, am I cursed...?
Susato:
Oh no, Naruhodo-san! I'm sure you're overthinking it!
Present
Armband
Susato:
You've been wearing that ever since we arrived in Great Britain, haven't you?
Ryunosuke:
Well...it's what shows that I'm a lawyer, so...it seems appropriate.
Susato:
I'm not sure that it really means much in this country though, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
I wouldn't say that. It might not be official, but it looks official. Often when the police stop me, I just show them this and they leave me alone.
Susato:
...You're stopped by the police? Often?
Ryunosuke:
Well, you know...I'm a 'suspicious' foreigner, dressed all in black with a sword at my side.
Susato:
...I do think it's probably the sword that's the main reason. Still, it makes me happy to see you wearing it. And the armband.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I made up my mind that I'll carry them always. This symbol of who I am, and the sword 'Karuma'.
Bar of Soap
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san, what do you make of this?
Susato:
Ah yes. The soap that we found on the ledge outside Mr Shamspeare's blocked-up window.
Ryunosuke:
Since we discovered him poisoned, I've been scared to wash my hands. I keep thinking the 'foul soap' is going to be the end of me.
Susato:
Well, the soap's bad name was cleared in the end, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Hm...I suppose so... But I'm still worried about it. I think it would be safer just never to wash my hands again.
Susato:
I think you haven't thought that through. You will wash your hands, Naruhodo-san. You will.
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san, what do you make of this?
Susato:
Oh dear... What indeed? Let me see... .........
Ryunosuke:
If you don't know, really, it's fine to say so. I won't hold it against you!
21st February
The Garridebs' Room
Ryunosuke:
(Here we are again. The eccentric landlord's eccentric top floor abode...)
Susato:
We're here because Mr Garrideb's the one who discovered the incident this morning, don't forget.
Garrideb:
Ah...you chaps, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, good morning, sir.
Garrideb:
Thank you for your...cooperation in court yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
(It was quite a trial... As much for Mr Garrideb as anyone, really.)
Garrideb:
Came straight back here after all that business at the Bailey yesterday. Didn't expect to wake up to more bally nonsense this morning!
Susato:
I wonder...if you wouldn't mind telling us exactly what happened, Mr Garrideb?
Garrideb:
Yes...I suppose you'd like to know all about that dead loss of an actor chap in the ground floor room.
Ryunosuke:
(Those were exactly Inspector Gregson's words, weren't they?)
Examine
Cannon
Ryunosuke:
There's a single apron drying on that enormous cannon-shaped clothes horse, look.
Susato:
No no, Mr Naruhodo. That's a real cannon.
Ryunosuke:
...I knew that. I was just testing you.
Garrideb:
Piece of history, that is. Seen plenty of action on the battlefield, I can tell you. Now the old girl and I are just enjoying the peace and quiet of retirement together. And of course, she'd come in handy if the enemy decided to launch an attack again.
Ryunosuke:
(...Is there a war going on that I don't know about?)
Pile of books
Susato:
Oh! A copy of Randst Magazine! 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' is being read all over London. Isn't it wonderful?!
Garrideb:
Naturally, one asks oneself if such a singular detective could really exist. But having met the chap, it's undeniable. He is most certainly singular. Singularly dangerous.
Ryunosuke:
That's genuine public opinion for you, Miss Susato. Perhaps it should be reflected in the stories?
Susato:
Make no mistake, Mr Naruhodo, I intend to snuff out the sort of public opinion we just heard, personally.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm starting to see where Mr Sholmes's untainted reputation comes from now...)
Uniform
Susato:
That's your military uniform, isn't it, Mr Garrideb?
Garrideb:
Well, ceremonial garb, yes. Been hanging on the wall ever since my retirement bash. Not in active service now, you know. Doesn't mean much to me any more. You could have the old thing if you wanted it.
Susato:
Well...it might suit Lord van Zieks, perhaps. An overly ostentatious outfit like this could be just what he needs!
Ryunosuke:
...Very tactful, Miss Susato. Very tactful indeed.
Mortar shells
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, those enormous mortar shells. It's quite something, seeing them up close, isn't it?
Susato:
Didn't...you say something about firing them into the barracks, Mr Garrideb?
Garrideb:
Ah, you remember, do you? Just a little 'mishap' that occurred during training one day. 'What are you doing firing on your own men?!' the captain bellowed at me.
Ryunosuke:
I'm not surprised. 'A little mishap' doesn't really do it justice, does it?
Garrideb:
Well...one has these little incidents when one's a hot-headed young private.
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps I should put some evidence that resulted from one of MY little mishaps on display...)
Susato:
Oh, does the great lawyer, like the great detective, want to exhibit some trophies of his finest moments?
Medal
Ryunosuke:
Good to see Mr Garrideb's medal of honour still proudly displayed on the wall.
Susato:
The inscription reads: 'For Distinguished Participation', if you remember.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I remember. Because I remember thinking even I might stand a chance of picking up honours like that.
Garrideb:
Wouldn't know it to look at me now perhaps, but I had my devil-may-care days, you know.
Ryunosuke:
Devil-may-care? What did you get up to?
Garrideb:
......... Well, all in the past now, of course. And best left there.
Ryunosuke:
(Best not! I want to know now!)
Painting above lion
Ryunosuke:
You look very dashing in your uniform there, Mr Garrideb.
Garrideb:
Ah, that old portrait, eh? Drawn by an art student who used to rent the room downstairs.
Susato:
Oh, you look so wonderfully young and courageous and strong!
Garrideb:
Yes, well... The chap presented it to me one day and asked if I'd let him off the month's rent in return.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. So...you did, presumably?
Garrideb:
I bally well did not.
Susato:
Oh!
Garrideb:
A portrait is a portrait. But rent is rent. ...Eh?
Ryunosuke:
(And yet it's still there proudly on the wall...)
Screen
Ryunosuke:
We know what that screen is hiding now. The aftermath of the fiery altercation the other day.
Garrideb:
Hmph. Don't suppose I'll be able to clear that mess up for some time now.
Susato:
Oh dear...this must be a very difficult situation for you.
Garrideb:
I'll say. People talk about twists of fate and whatnot... ...but this is a twist and a half! A rotten show all round!
Ryunosuke:
(He's clearly struggling with everything that's happened...)
Window
Ryunosuke:
There's a good view over the wintry East End from up here. It's an oppressively grey scene. There's really nothing comparable in Japan. And down below...Briar Road, partly blanketed in snow.
Susato:
And the pavement where poor Miss Green was struck in the back by that knife...
Ryunosuke:
Thinking about it, this is the only room in this building that actually has a window to the outside world. Sometimes...Great Britain really does seem like a strange land, doesn't it?
Susato:
I suppose all foreign cultures seem strange at first. Imagine how an Englishman would feel on arriving in Japan and seeing people with a chonmage topknot.
Ryunosuke:
Well...that's a good point.
Table or cakes
Ryunosuke:
That's an impressive collection of cakes on that fancy silver cake stand there.
Susato:
I feel sure that it was full of cakes when we first investigated in here as well.
Garrideb:
Yes, quite right. Haven't touched it since. Haven't done much at all really, since it all happened. Time's rather stood still for me, you know.
Susato:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
'Time has stood still'? Now that's an interesting phrase... (I might be able to use that excuse when I'm next supposed to be tidying the office.)
Susato:
...You could just tidy up, Mr Naruhodo.
Shelves on right
Ryunosuke:
These shelves look like they've been completely torn apart by a wild beast!
Garrideb:
Hmph. Reminds me of the Battle of Maiwand, don't you know.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, the experiences of a seasoned veteran...)
Garrideb:
Enemy had us surrounded on all sides. We really thought we were done for, the whole bally company. We were taking a real pounding from their cannons, so all we could do was run for our lives.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh. I thought that story was going in a different direction, actually.
Garrideb:
Well, the whole experience taught me one thing, I can tell you... When you're done for, you're really done for.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... That's not what a lawyer who often finds himself under fire wants to hear...
Converse
This morning's incident
Ryunosuke:
It must have been a real shock for you this morning. I hear that you discovered what had happened.
Garrideb:
Ah, well, that hopeless actor chap rises at five o'clock sharp every morning without fail. But at five thirty this morning, he still hadn't lit the gas. So I went down and knocked on his door, but no bally answer.
Susato:
And that's when you broke into his room by kicking down the door?
Garrideb:
Well, I called on that rum-looking Japanese chap to do the grunt work, of course.
Ryunosuke:
Wasn't it a little...premature to kick the door down? The man could have just overslept by half an hour.
Susato:
That's very true, Mr Naruhodo. If thirty minutes' oversleeping warranted such behaviour... ...I'd have to kick your door down every morning!
Garrideb:
Well, um, you know... Better to be safe than sorry and all that.
Ryunosuke:
(Is it just me, or is he avoiding our gaze now all of a sudden?)
Susato:
Except that it was a sorry situation indeed that you found on the far side of the door...
Mr Shamspeare
Ryunosuke:
The victim's name is Mr Shamspeare, I believe. Is that right?
Garrideb:
Yes, William Shamspeare. Took the ground floor room three months ago now.
Susato:
And...how would you describe him?
Garrideb:
In a word...destitute.
Susato:
Destitute?
Garrideb:
Well, let's face it, the only redeeming feature of that room is the cheap rent. Anyone wanting to live in a place like that is either broke or has a bally screw loose.
Ryunosuke:
(So hard to choose which category Soseki-san would fall into...)
Susato:
...Mr Naruhodo. That's a little rude.
Garrideb:
He was doing research, as well.
Ryunosuke:
Research? Into what?
Garrideb:
Shakespeare, of course! Shakespeare! Read a few plays of the old bard myself, you know. 'Romeo and Hamlet' and all that.
Susato:
Yes... William Shakespeare is England's most highly regarded classical playwright and author. He's known as 'Sao' in Japanese, as you know, and many of his works have already been translated.
Ryunosuke:
It seems incredible that 'Shakespeare' was shortened to 'Sao', though. Someone was too heavy-handed there... (There were a lot of costumes in the victim's room actually, weren't there?)
Susato:
Of course, Mr Natsume is a scholar of English literature as well. I imagine he and Mr Shamspeare would have had much in common.
Ryunosuke:
......... ('Shakespeare Interpretation Disagreement Leads to Shocking Murder!' ...Let's hope it's not that.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Really, how rude!
Yesterday's events
Ryunosuke:
After Mr Natsume's trial yesterday, you came straight back here, I believe, didn't you? Did you notice anything strange between then and this morning?
Garrideb:
Well now...must have been about six in the evening by the time I got home. Snow was coming down rather heavily as I remember, and it was completely dark already. That failed actor chap was out at the time.
Ryunosuke:
(...Mr Garrideb noticed there was no light from his room or something, I suppose...)
Garrideb:
Couldn't summon the energy for anything much, so I just sat in front of the fire up here. It was after eight before Shamspeare got back. And the chap was up until past one in the morning, I'll have you know! Suppose he met his end some time after that. I was asleep by then, so I'm rather in the dark there.
Ryunosuke:
Well, thank you. That was very illuminating.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Is everything alright, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Well...I was just thinking it's a little strange, that's all. Mr Garrideb...you were up here in your room all evening, if I've understood correctly?
Garrideb:
Not a big fan of stairs. Not with this blasted leg.
Susato:
Then...how is it that you seem to know? The precise movements of your tenant on the ground floor, I mean?
Garrideb:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
That's a very good point. I can't imagine that you could hear noises from the ground floor all the way up here. (Does this old man like to spy on his tenants, is that it?)
Garrideb:
I say! I know what you're thinking, and it's a bally outrage! I'm ex-military, don't you know? I don't go around spying on my tenants! Why would I?
Susato:
Then how did you know, Mr Garrideb?
Garrideb:
It's the gas, woman! The gas tells me everything!
Ryunosuke:
The, the gas?
Yesterday's events (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
After Mr Natsume's trial yesterday, you came straight back here, I believe, didn't you? Did you notice anything strange between then and this morning?
Garrideb:
Well now...must have been about six in the evening by the time I got home. Snow was coming down rather heavily as I remember, and it was completely dark already. That failed actor chap was out at the time.
Ryunosuke:
(...Mr Garrideb noticed there was no light from his room or something, I suppose...)
Garrideb:
Couldn't summon the energy for anything much, so I just sat in front of the fire up here. It was after eight before Shamspeare got back. And the chap was up until past one in the morning, I'll have you know! Suppose he met his end some time after that. I was asleep by then, so I'm rather in the dark there.
Ryunosuke:
Well, thank you. That was very illuminating.
Speaking gas? (appears after "Yesterday's events")
Ryunosuke:
What on earth do you mean, sir? How can the gas tell you anything, let alone everything?!
Garrideb:
Well, as you're probably aware, the gas is supplied to the building by pipes.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'd more or less worked that out.
Susato:
Every room in the building is connected by a single pipe to the gas main outside. And the gas company supplies gas to properties via the main.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I understand that, too.
Garrideb:
Let me see if I can explain. Let's say I was to light the gas lamps up here... What do you suppose would happen?
Ryunosuke:
Well...obviously the room would get brighter.
Garrideb:
Exactly! But at the same time... ...the lights in all the other rooms of the house would dim for a moment.
Ryunosuke:
What? They'd dim? Why?
Susato:
Perhaps it's because...when you light a gas lamp, it briefly uses more gas than usual... ...and that reduces the amount of gas in the pipe for the other lamps that are connected to it? That might explain why the other lamps dim momentarily, mightn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course! Because everything's connected to a single supply pipe!
Susato:
Is that supposed to happen, though? It sounds rather undesirable.
Garrideb:
Jolly good point. Fact is, the gas company's pipes in these parts are pretty hopeless. Long worn out. And barely got any gas in them to start with! Opposite's also true, of course. Extinguish the lamps up here and they glow brighter in the rest of the house.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Right, I see. So by watching the flickering of the lamps in one room, you can determine what's happening elsewhere!
Garrideb:
...You've got it.
Susato:
Oh, of course, because when people come back home in the evening, and before they go to sleep at night... ...what they're guaranteed to do is either light or put out their lamps and fires!
Ryunosuke:
Clever...
Garrideb:
In point of fact, the room on the ground floor and the one above it use slightly different amounts of gas. By watching the lights in here closely, I can work out almost exactly what's going on in the whole house.
Susato:
Gosh! ...That's fascinating, Mr Garrideb! Absolutely fascinating!
Garrideb:
Oh well, nothing to it, really.
Ryunosuke:
And I can't really see that it's going to help us with the case, either. (What I'd like to know... ...is why Mr Garrideb is so interested in what his tenants are up to in the first place. I feel like there's more to it than idle curiosity...)
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb, could I show you this?
Garrideb:
Been quite a couple of days, as you can imagine. I'm afraid I'm rather tired. Haven't really got the energy in the old eyeballs, to be honest with you.
Ryunosuke:
...Some other time, then.
After clearing all Converse options with John Garrideb and examining meter on wall, teacup, bricked-up window twice, and paper scrap on floor in Mr Natsume's Lodgings, Ground Floor:
Ryunosuke:
Well, we've done as much investigating here as we can, I think. Perhaps we ought to go to the prison and speak with Mr Natsume again.
Susato:
A good idea!
21st February
Local Prison, Cell 9
Susato:
Look, Mr Naruhodo. Mr Natsume...have the police finished questioning you now?
Soseki:
Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Y-Yes?
Soseki:
What is he? Tell me! Is he a ghost? Is he here to haunt me?!
Ryunosuke:
Let me guess... You're talking about Mr Sholmes?
Susato:
He actually calls himself a great detective, Mr Natsume. Not a ghost.
Soseki:
But, but his diabolic deductions... They're not of this world... They've...they've...they've left me... AAAH! Cursed! I'm cursed, I tell you!
Ryunosuke:
(Well, that sort of hurts...)
Susato:
Credit where credit is due, Mr Naruhodo. You were heavily involved in the deduction, too.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, um...moving on... We have some wonderful news!
Soseki:
Oh?
Susato:
The victim that we all thought was dead...has come back to life again!
Soseki:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Now, in the absolutely worst case, you could only be tried for attempted murder! That's...great, isn't it? Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
IT'S TERRIBLE!
Susato:
Oh!
Soseki:
I'm stuck! In this cell! Suffering! For some silly! Wrong end of the stick! 'You did it, didn't you?' 'Confess!' 'You're a killer!' 'Why the moustache?' CONSTANT QUESTIONS!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry to hear that...
Soseki:
ARGH, THAT SELFISH SHYSTER! Make up your mind! Are you dead or alive? If you were going to come back to life, why bother dying?
Wickedly Wishy-Washy William!
Ryunosuke:
Well...it seems likely that Mr Shamspeare was never actually dead in the first place.
Soseki:
Ah, yes, that might make sense... And I'm pleased that he's alive, of course. Our lively debate last night was much fun. I'd be sad to think it was our last.
Susato:
Oh!
Soseki:
Oops.
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Natsume...does this mean... ...that you did see the victim last night? You met with Mr Shamspeare, didn't you?
Soseki:
......... I'm not saying another word! I demand to have a lawyer present!
Ryunosuke:
Who do you think I am? Please, Mr Natsume, we need to hear your side of the story!
Soseki:
Ugh... Why am I cursed like this...?
Converse
What happened
Ryunosuke:
Can you tell us exactly what happened last night then, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
There's nothing to tell! But...Mr Naruhodo Esquire...I'm eternally grateful to you for helping me with that accursed case yesterday!
Ryunosuke:
(The case that saw poor Miss Green hospitalised after she ended up with a knife in her back...)
Susato:
It's hard to believe that was only yesterday.
Soseki:
After the trial was over, I trudged my weary way back to my lowly lodgings. And that evening, at...past nine, it must have been, I visited Mr Shamspeare.
Ryunosuke:
So...you did go to the victim's room, then?
Susato:
As we feared...
Soseki:
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! I'D NEVER BEEN TO HIS ROOM BEFORE! IT WAS THE FIRST TIME!
Ryunosuke:
Then...what made you decide to go?
Soseki:
I bumped into him when I arrived back at the house. We got chatting, and it developed into a discussion. But he had to go out, so I bade him farewell.
Ryunosuke:
(That ties in with what Mr Garrideb said. That the victim went out and came back after eight.)
Soseki:
We met again later that evening, at around nine or just after, when I took him some nice tea I'd brewed as a gift.
Ryunosuke:
So it was you who brought the tea that had clearly been drunk at the scene then?
Susato:
And...I suppose you were discussing the works of Shakespeare, were you?
Soseki:
Yes, that's right. That's exactly right. Romeo! And Juliet! Who was the stronger? ...It was a delightful debate!
Susato:
I'm sure...
Soseki:
Such a Stimulating Subject, Shakespeare!
Ryunosuke:
And...the debate became very heated, so you slipped poison into Mr Shamspeare's tea?
Soseki:
NO! NEVER! NOT AT ALL! TEAM JULIET WON! THAT WAS ME! AND WHEN I LEFT HIS ROOM... ...THE FLAMBOYANT FELLOW WAS FIGHTING FIT! I SWEAR IT! CATEGORICALLY!
Cursed existence
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume, you often say the same thing about yourself, I've noticed... That you have a 'cursed existence'.
Soseki:
I'm sure I've mentioned this to you before, but... ...I've been here in Great Britain for a year now, and in that time, I've learnt that it's no place for me.
Susato:
It can be very trying to live in a foreign land, and adapt to the ways of another culture...
Soseki:
There are foreigners everywhere I look. And they all stare at me. They all laugh. That's the impression I get whenever I go out. It makes me scared to leave my room. Which is why I've become a recluse. But even in my room, I find no respite from my fears. I've moved more times than I can remember. And then, one week ago, I moved into Briar Road.
Ryunosuke:
But why? I mean, why did you choose that place? It doesn't seem very...comfortable.
Soseki:
Because the rent is cheap. I have so little money, it spoke to me.
Susato:
The rent...?
Soseki:
Obviously, there's a reason why it's cheap. Because the room is cursed.
Ryunosuke:
Cursed? Cursed how?
Soseki:
The previous occupant - the man who lived there before I took the room - died there.
Susato:
Oh no!
Soseki:
He was only a young man, but one morning he was found dead and no one could explain why.
Ryunosuke:
Surely no one would want to live in a room with a history like that...
Soseki:
I didn't. When the letting agent recommended the place, I wavered. BUT I WANT BOOKS! AND BOOKS COST MONEY! A HORRIBLE HISTORY IS A SMALL PRICE TO PAY! When I realised it would mean I could buy more books, I signed the lease like lightning.
Ryunosuke:
(Brave? ...Or blinkered?)
Soseki:
But after I moved in, I soon came to realise what I'd done. I r-realised how horrible that room's h-h-history r-r-really was!
Susato:
Gosh...was it really so awful?
Horrible history (appears after "Cursed existence")
Susato:
How did the room's horrible history affect you, Mr Natsume? What happened?
Soseki:
...At, at first, it was just a feeling. The feeling of beady eyes boring into my back... Watching me...
Ryunosuke:
Do you think that might just have been your mind playing tricks on you?
Soseki:
No no no. My mind doesn't know any tricks! It was someone else. It's been one l-long nightmare ever since I was g-g-given the keys to the place!
Ryunosuke:
A nightmare? You've been having bad dreams, you mean?
Soseki:
All, all the souls who've d-died in that room l-l-lean over me in my sleep...AND TRY TO STRANGLE ME!
Ryunosuke:
...That really is horrible.
Soseki:
And...now I come to think of it, it happened again last night, too. The very same night that Mr Shamspeare was writhing in agony from the poison in his body... ...I was on the verge of being suffocated silently by those miserable spirits in my room!
Susato:
You simply must move out of that room as soon as possible!
Soseki:
Yes, you're right. I know it! And that's why... ...I'm already searching! For the next room with a history to call home!
Susato:
I think perhaps you should try to avoid accommodation with any kind of history at all. Otherwise...I'm scared that you yourself may become history.
Soseki:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(Whew. Susato-san knows how to make the man listen...)
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Have I shown you this before, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
Oh! Yes! The sweet, sweet aroma of our beloved homeland!
Ryunosuke:
It shows that the wearer is a defence lawyer. It means nothing in Great Britain, of course, but I still wear it.
Soseki:
Oh, I know exactly how you feel, Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire! MY HARAMAKI BELLYBAND! I DON'T FEEL RIGHT WITHOUT IT!
Ryunosuke:
Your...haramaki bellyband?
Soseki:
It's perfect for the cold English winters. Just the thing to keep my tummy warm!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes...I see the link... Almost...)
Secondhand Book Receipt
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume, about this receipt...
Soseki:
It, it occurs to me now... ...that it was those confounded books that saw me arrested the first time, too.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...I suppose that's true.
Soseki:
After I spent my precious pennies on them, that's the thanks I get... Now I don't know when I'll read them. No, not when... ...IF! I MAY VERY WELL HATE THEM TOO MUCH TO EVEN OPEN THEIR COVERS!
Susato:
...I don't know that we can blame the books for everything that's happened, Mr Natsume...
Bar of Soap
Susato:
Mr Natsume, what do you know about this?
Soseki:
Ah...THERE it is! That lathery lowlife that took my neighbour's life and sent me sliding to the depths of despair!
Slippery, Sickly, Psychotic Saboteur!
Ryunosuke:
...You've really gone off soap, haven't you?
Soseki:
Absolutely! And I've made up my mind... The next time someone gives me soap as a present, it's...
Friendship Finished Firmly Forever!
Susato:
...I don't know that we can blame soap for everything that's happened, Mr Natsume...
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Erm, Mr Natsume... It's nothing much, but-
Soseki:
Ah! It's been too long since I've been offered a present with that delightfully humble etiquette of our homeland!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Soseki:
You're too kind. I accept it gladly!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, but...I wasn't trying to give it to you, actually.
After clearing all Converse options:
Soseki:
Of course... ...Mr Lord-of-the-Manor is worried about the curse on my room as well.
Ryunosuke:
You mean Mr Garrideb?
Soseki:
Yes. He knows that if people keep dying there, he'll never be able to rent it out again.
Ryunosuke:
Well, that's true. I, for one, wouldn't go near the place.
Susato:
Ah... Perhaps... ...that may explain why the landlord pays so much attention to the gas lamps and his tenants' movements.
Ryunosuke:
You mean...because he's worried about their well-being? (He does seem to have an unusually keen interest in the amount of gas in the pipes... There must be a reason why he keeps such close tabs on the occupants of his let rooms.)
Soseki:
What do you mean, 'he pays so much attention to the gas lamps'?
Susato:
Oh dear! No! It's nothing to do with you, Mr Natsume! Please, forget I said anything!
Soseki:
Oh, now you're talking about me behind my back as well...
Ryunosuke:
What's important is that Mr Shamspeare isn't in fact dead at all. Once he's come round and he's able to tell us what happened, we'll be able to get you released.
Soseki:
Yes, please! Oh, I do hope you're right!
???:
Ahem! Excuse me...
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson!
Gregson:
I couldn't help overhearin' what you just said. And on that note... ...I have some good news and some bad news.
Soseki:
Oh.
Gregson:
Which d'you want first?
Soseki:
Always! Every time! The bad news comes first! 'When hope is all you have, hold onto it!' That's my guiding principle!
Gregson:
Right, well, in that case...the good news it is!
Soseki:
Huh?
Gregson:
Sorry, but it's just a lot easier to explain everythin' that way.
Soseki:
...Then why did you ask me my preference?
Gregson:
As you might have heard, the victim, Mr Shamspeare, was just unconscious. He's come round now.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...we saw it happen in all its terrifying glory.
Gregson:
He's still bein' treated by the doctors, but we've managed to get a written statement from him already.
Susato:
Oh, isn't that wonderful, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
Oh, thank goodness... It's all over, then. I can leave this sombre cell...
Gregson:
Sorry, no. That's not on the cards.
Soseki:
What?
Susato:
Why ever not, Inspector?
Gregson:
Mr Shamspeare has implicated someone as bein' responsible for what happened last night.
Ryunosuke:
Implicated someone?
Susato:
Oh dear!
Soseki:
You, you don't mean...?
Gregson:
I'm sorry to say I do, yes. He's pointed the finger at you, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
ARGH!
Gregson:
'By sweet poison did he seeketh to end my life. That wicked'st caitiff...Soseki Natsume!'
Ryunosuke:
No!
Gregson:
So I'm afraid you'll be appearin' in court as planned. You'll be wantin' to make the necessary preparations.
Soseki:
Nnnnnn... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Ryunosuke:
And so...once again, Soseki-san found himself having to take the dock in the Old Bailey. Whether his room was haunted or whether he was just terribly unlucky, I knew I had no choice... The following day I would represent him in court, and do my utmost to break the curse that blighted him!
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing particular of note...)
Too many errors during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Deduction Failed
I can see nothing.
The Memoirs of the Clouded Kokoro
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22nd February, 9:23 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Examine evidence
Bar of Soap
Circular depression
Ryunosuke:
...Oh.
Susato:
What is it, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
This bar of soap... When we first found it, I could have sworn... ...there was some sort of round disk in this depression just here. A reddish one.
Susato:
Yes, you're right. I remember it, too. But now the depression is completely empty.
Ryunosuke:
(Where could the disk have gone...?)
The details of the bar of soap have been updated in the Court Record.
Circular depression (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
...Oh.
Susato:
What is it, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
This bar of soap... When we first found it, I could have sworn... ...there was some sort of round disk in this depression just here. A reddish one.
Susato:
Yes, you're right. I remember it, too. But now the depression is completely empty.
Ryunosuke:
(Where could the disk have gone...?)
Ryunosuke:
(The Old Bailey... This place always makes me feel strange. I seem to get chills down my spine and break out in a nervous sweat all at the same time...) Well...I didn't think I'd be back here so soon.
???:
That's my line!
Soseki:
GOOD MORNING!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Good morning, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
It was only two days ago that I was declared not guilty here.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, we somehow managed to prove he didn't stab Miss Green in the back...)
Soseki:
BUT NOW THIS! ANOTHER MORNING, ANOTHER MURDER! AND HERE I AM AGAIN IN THIS HELLHOLE!
Can't Keep Coming to Court!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm beginning to think he's right. It really does seem as though he's cursed.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! I'm afraid I have bad news! .........Oh! Mr Natsume... Good morning.
Soseki:
...Yes, morning.
Susato:
So...here we are again!
Soseki:
...Yes, again.
Susato:
.........
Soseki:
......... JUDICIAL ASSISTANT MISS MIKOTOBA ESQUIRESS! WHAT'S THE BAD NEWS?
Susato:
Oh dear... You heard, did you?
Soseki:
If you come in shouting at the top of your voice...PEOPLE CAN'T HELP HEARING WHAT YOU SAY!
Susato:
Oh... I am sorry.
Ryunosuke:
You've done nothing wrong, Miss Susato. Now, what is it?
Susato:
......... Well...it seems that the prosecution in today's trial... ...will be led by Lord Barok van Zieks.
Ryunosuke:
Van, van Zieks...?
Soseki:
GAAAAARGH! Oh no... Oh no no...
Ryunosuke:
(The so-called 'Reaper of the Bailey'... The most legendary prosecutor in the land... In the trial two days ago, he pursued Soseki-san and I relentlessly. Of course, by the skin of our teeth, we managed to pull through, but still...)
Susato:
Perhaps Mr Natsume's acquittal in the last trial wasn't the end of the matter. After all...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know what you're thinking. The legend of the Reaper that says... ...nothing can save a person in the dock when Lord van Zieks is the prosecutor.
Soseki:
Oh no...
Susato:
That even if that person is found not guilty...the accused will meet a mysterious end one way or another...
Ryunosuke:
(And we've experienced it firsthand. A man we successfully defended met the most terrifying end after his acquittal...right here in the Old Bailey...)
Soseki:
AGH! DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THOSE ICE-COLD EYES BORING INTO MY SOUL AGAIN?! CURSED BY EVIL SPIRITS AND NOW BY THE REAPER!
Pair of Petrifying Perils , Potentially!
Susato:
Well, if it's 'potentially'...at least you appear to have hope, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! ...Yes?!
Soseki:
I'm...I'M INNOCENT! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! You, more than anyone now...
Ryunosuke:
......... Don't worry. I'll be your steadfast ally every step of the way in this battle. ...I promise! (...And this promises to be a hard battle, I fear...)
Susato:
Well... ...the trial is scheduled to begin shortly. We should move into the courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
Let's go!
Susato:
Oh yes, I forgot to say... I'm afraid he won't be able to make it. Mr Sholmes, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
......... That's probably for the best.
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
If he were here, I might be tempted to rely on his help. And that could be seen as a weakness. If Lord van Zieks were to notice, he'd prey on it mercilessly. At least, that's my gut feeling.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo...
Soseki:
You're right... Yes, you're so right. Oh, well said, Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire! Well said!
Ryunosuke:
I swear on this sword at my side, and on the spirit of Kazuma that it harbours... ...I'll show him what a Japanese lawyer can do! I'll set you free...with honour!
Susato:
Oh yes!
22nd February, 9:40 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session. I now call upon the counsels for the prosecution and defence to declare their willingness to proceed.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution is ready.
Ryunosuke:
The defence is ready, My Lord.
Van Zieks:
Readiness for the trial, my learned Nipponese friend, is not what the defence needs. What you need...is readiness for your inevitable defeat.
Ryunosuke:
......... (It's not just in my imagination; it's really there... Lord van Zieks has such an animosity towards us Japanese for some reason...)
Susato:
It was some time ago now that he first became known as the Reaper of the Bailey, I believe. These past few years, he hasn't appeared in court at all.
Ryunosuke:
Yet now he's back in the courtroom. Though for some reason... ...only when I'm defending. (This 'Reaper', with his curious disdain for us Japanese, is a prosecutor shrouded in mystery. Still...this isn't the time to be pondering that. I have to concentrate on Soseki-san's trial.)
Judge:
Furthermore, I now call upon the six ladies and gentlemen of the jury. You have been chosen at random to represent the will of the people in this trial. Are you ready to fulfil your duty?
Juror No. 1:
Absolutely! I had a feeling this larrikin wasn't innocent before!
Juror No. 2:
I must say that I feel especially ruthless on days when my hat refuses to sit right!
Juror No. 3:
Oh...well I rather like how you're wearing your hat. I think the ruthless look is very fetching, actually...
Juror No. 4:
I need to be somewhere at ten o'clock. I have a very important meeting. Let's make this quick.
Juror No. 5:
I couldn't agree more. I need to take home five bob tonight, or the missus will go through the roof!
Juror No. 6:
Oh, may the Lord show us all the light here, and lead His flock to a righteous verdict...
Susato:
The British jury system is so very different to our own, isn't it? It's quite extraordinary to think that the power of judgement is in the hands of six members of the public. And that the judge can only pass sentence when all jurors are in agreement about the defendant's guilt.
Ryunosuke:
(Six citizens of London, chosen at random... Or at least, that's the idea.)
Van Zieks:
The prosecution would draw attention to the fact that the accused was on trial here but two days ago. Accordingly, where possible, the same jurors have been asked to return for duty today.
Judge:
Very well, let us commence the trial. Lord van Zieks...your opening statement, please.
Van Zieks:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it is not the intent of the prosecution to cast doubt over your past decision... However, the innocent verdict afforded to this eccentric Nipponese before...has had dire consequences. Did the accused repent for his wrongdoing in that affair? Far from it. Instead, he used his freedom to perpetrate a most blood-curdling crime! Namely, that of the attempted murder of his neighbouring lodger, an innocent Englishman.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
To explain the circumstances of the crime, the prosecution calls its first witnesses to the stand... ...the detective responsible for investigating the scene, and the accused himself!
Van Zieks:
Witnesses, your names and occupations, please.
Gregson:
Yes, sir! Tobias Gregson, Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard's homicide division.
Soseki:
......... Ah! Soseki Natsume from the Empire of Japan! My government ordered me to come here as a student to study your language and culture.
Judge:
Mr Natsume...
Soseki:
Yes! My Lord, sir!
Judge:
I'm quite sure I'm not mistaken... ...that you swore on oath...never to set foot in my courtroom again. I remember it as if it were yesterday.
Van Zieks:
The day before, in fact, My Lord. But close enough.
Soseki:
Ugh...believe me, this is the last place I want to be...
Van Zieks:
Inspector, let's hear from you first. Explain the case for the court.
Gregson:
Right you are, sir! The incident occurred at the Garrideb household where the defendant has lodgings... ...in the ground floor room of the victim, Mr William Shamspeare. The defendant has already admitted to visitin' the victim on the night in question. Mr Shamspeare collapsed in his room as a result of poisonin' by strychnine. He was found the followin' mornin' when the landlord, suspectin' somethin' was wrong, broke down the door.
Judge:
This means, I presume, that the door to the victim's room was locked at the time of the incident?
Van Zieks:
Correct, My Lord. It was locked from the inside, making entry to or exit from the room impossible.
Gregson:
Although the victim, Mr Shamspeare, lives to tell tale... ...he very nearly didn't. The man was halfway to Heaven when we first found him.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Gregson:
I was the first officer on the scene, My Lord... ...and I have a photographic print here that I took at the time to show how it looked.
Judge:
Yes, a chilling scene indeed. The man looks very much deceased.
Gregson:
That's right. Everyone present believed that's exactly what he was.
Judge:
Very well, I shall accept this photographic print as evidence for the court.
The crime scene photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Now then, Mr Natsume...
Soseki:
Ah! Y-Yes...yes...YES?!
Judge:
As the defendant, do you have anything to say at this juncture?
Soseki:
......... They're, they're haunted... Haunted by evil sp-spirits...
Judge:
Good gracious! What's haunted?
Soseki:
MY LODGINGS! THERE'S BEEN A WHOLE SERIES OF STRANGE HAPPENINGS IN MY LODGINGS! The tenant before me died in mysterious circumstances! A woman was stabbed by no one on the street outside! My neighbour was poisoned! And ME! WHAT ABOUT ME?! I've nearly been killed countless times!
Judge:
Killed, Mr Natsume? How?
Soseki:
Even on that fateful night, it happened. When I returned from Mr Shamspeare's room... ...I lit my gas stove and climbed into bed, but before long... ...the stove went out, AND SOMEBODY TRIED TO KILL ME!
Judge:
You must always extinguish all fires before retiring for the night, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
BUT IT'S SO COLD! My, my runny nose would freeze! The point is, I, I didn't poison my neighbour. Oh...why am I being accused of this? Why is my existence so cursed...?
Judge:
Thank you, witnesses. I believe I have a reasonably clear picture of events.
Van Zieks:
If I could raise one more point, My Lord. One more...conclusive point.
Judge:
Conclusive? Go on...
Van Zieks:
Fortunately, the victim, Mr Shamspeare, has regained consciousness after his ordeal. And he has named the true culprit.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
The poison consumed by the victim was administered in a cup of tea that he drank on the night in question. Tea, My Lord, that was brought to the victim's room by the accused.
Judge:
The accused...? Good grief! Ordaaar! Ordaaar!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes...that's the crux of this whole case. If Soseki-san is innocent, then why...? Why has the victim accused him?)
Judge:
Well, Mr Natsume? What have you to say to this accusation?
Soseki:
That evening, yes...I did take some freshly brewed tea with me when I visited Mr Shamspeare's room, as a gift. The public water pump outside always freezes at night, so I bought bottled water especially to make it. And this is the result! Never will I touch tea again! Never!
Ryunosuke:
The public pump was frozen, you say?
Susato:
That's not information we've heard before.
Judge:
That will do, thank you. Now, according to our laws, the defence must have the opportunity to cross-examine witnesses at least once. Therefore, I call upon these witnesses now for a formal testimony. ...I presume the prosecution has no objection?
Van Zieks:
None whatsoever, My Lord.
Judge:
Good. Then you will give your account of events on the night in question to the court now.
Soseki:
Ye-Ye-Ye...YEEEEEESSS, MY LORD!
Witness Testimony
- The Catastrophic Night -
Soseki:
It was around nine o'clock that evening when I visited my neighbour, and I took some tea with me as a gift.
We had a heated literary debate over a nice, hot drink. After which I went back to my room, at around eleven.
Argh! My tea was completely harmless! He couldn't have locked the door behind me otherwise, could he?
Gregson:
Strychnine takes some time to have an effect on the body. People don't keel over immediately after takin' it.
The victim would have been perfectly able to lock the door after his guest left. The argument still stands.
Judge:
Hm, yes, I see... It all seems relatively straightforward.
Susato:
Excuse me, but...that testimony does raise one rather crucial point, I think. Mr Natsume claims his tea to have been harmless. Presumably, though... ...the teacups have been examined for traces of the poison...haven't they?
Ryunosuke:
(Why didn't I think of that?)
Gregson:
Well, as it happens, no. We haven't been able to.
Judge:
Did I hear you correctly, Inspector? Scotland Yard has failed to examine the suspect substance?
Ryunosuke:
How could you have overlooked something so important?! Isn't that the first thing you should have done?
Van Zieks:
...My learned Nipponese friend is falsely incensed.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
The inspector said Scotland Yard was unable to examine the tea. Not that it was overlooked.
Ryunosuke:
Unable? Why?
Gregson:
It's simple enough. There was none left. Not a drop. Someone must have been very thirsty indeed.
Van Zieks:
With current scientific techniques, it's not possible to test for poison under such circumstances.
Gregson:
We only need a drop, but that one drop does actually have to exist, funnily enough.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
The lack of examination notwithstanding... ...it appears nothing other than the tea passed the victim's lips on the night in question.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
I see. Thank you. The matter is clear.
Van Zieks:
Cast your eyes over the jury, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
You can see it in their faces, I'm sure. The recognition of the accused's guilt. Your client's fate is all but sealed. In mere moments from now...you will lose, and your compatriot will be damned for all eternity!
Ryunosuke:
(He's right. I can feel all six of the jurors looking daggers at me. But I can't let them beat me down... I won't...)
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence...proceed with your cross-examination!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Catastrophic Night -
Soseki:
It was around nine o'clock that evening when I visited my neighbour, and I took some tea with me as a gift.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Were you and your neighbour good friends, then?
Soseki:
Argh! NO! We weren't friends! Not at all! NOT AT ALL! Never...ever!
Ryunosuke:
(A simple 'no' would have sufficed...) Then, um...why did you decide to pay him a visit?
Soseki:
Mr Shamspeare fancies himself as having great literary knowledge. As a fellow scholar of English literature, we find much to talk about together.
Van Zieks:
...Come now, no Nipponese could understand the finer points of English literature.
Ryunosuke:
And on the night in question, that was the topic of conversation as well, I presume.
Soseki:
It was the day of my last trial, when I was acquitted. I'd just arrived back at my lodgings... ...when I ran into Mr Shamspeare outside on the street. That was at around six o'clock. We exchanged one or two pleasantries, but it soon turned into a heated discussion. He was on his way out at the time, though. So I promised to visit his room that evening at nine to continue our debate. ...But did I have ill intentions? No! Not one! Not two! Not any! Not at all! Never...ever!
Susato:
A simple 'no' would have sufficed, I feel...
Van Zieks:
Then tell the court what did happen when you visited the victim's room.
Soseki:
We had a heated literary debate over a nice, hot drink. After which I went back to my room, at around eleven.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A literary debate...about Shakespeare's works, I think you said, didn't you?
Judge:
Shakespeare? Ah, a very worthy topic of conversation, I must say.
Soseki:
Oh yes, My Lord! Romeo! And Juliet! Who was stronger?! ...It was a profoundly pleasurable parley.
Judge:
Romeo and Juliet?
Van Zieks:
...'Who was stronger'?
Ryunosuke:
...I know I'm going to regret asking this, but...how did the debate go?
Soseki:
Well...we both agreed that we would reach a conclusion more quickly with a reenactment. So we battled it out! In a Greco-Roman style, naturally.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Soseki:
Mr Shamspeare had all sorts of costumes in his room for just such a contest.
Ryunosuke:
So, when you say a 'reenactment', you mean...you were actually in costume?
Soseki:
He as Romeo, I as Juliet. And after a vigorous, wild tussle... ...I, as Juliet, came out on top! A VICTORY I'LL CHERISH FOREVER!
Judge:
I dare not imagine the terrible scene of carnage...
Van Zieks:
The fact remains that it was you who prepared the tea and took it to the victim. ...Correct?
Soseki:
I boiled the water in my room and made a pot to take with me. I'd heard that he was too poor to have tea himself, you see.
Ryunosuke:
(It's true...there was no sign of any tea leaves in the man's room.)
Soseki:
I wanted to do something nice. To be friendly. So why is everyone looking at me with such suspicion?! MY TEA WAS HARMLESS! OF COURSE IT WAS!
Judge:
And do you have any basis for that statement, witness?
Soseki:
Argh! My tea was completely harmless! He couldn't have locked the door behind me otherwise, could he?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, there was not a drop of tea left in the victim's room anywhere, was there?
Gregson:
That's correct. Anyone would think the fellow had never had a pot of tea before. He must have licked it dry. Which is a pity, because one drop is all we would've needed to analyse it for poison.
Ryunosuke:
And you say that you returned home to your room at eleven o'clock, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
Yes! Definitely! By heaven and earth, I swear it!
Gregson:
The landlord was able to verify that, as it happens. He confirmed that the defendant went back to his room at eleven that night.
Judge:
And how is the landlord able to attest to this?
Gregson:
He, um...said it was the lamps, I believe.
Judge:
The lamps, Inspector?
Ryunosuke:
(When tenants return to their rooms and start using gas, the lamps in other parts of the house flicker.)
Susato:
Yes, Mr Garrideb seems to pay a lot of attention to the comings and goings of his tenants...
Soseki:
There's only one key to Mr Shamspeare's room! I know that for certain! So he must have locked the door himself! From inside his room!
Gregson:
The victim has confirmed that to be the case, yes.
Soseki:
SO I'M RIGHT! MY TEA WAS HARMLESS! COMPLETELY HARMLESS! IF YOU TAKE POISON, YOU DIE! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT!
Gregson:
It's not that simple, I'm afraid.
Soseki:
Uh! Wh-What do you mean?
Gregson:
Strychnine takes some time to have an effect on the body. People don't keel over immediately after takin' it.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
How long does it take for symptoms to appear, then?
Gregson:
According to the coroner I was speakin' to at the Yard, about thirty minutes after the poison's consumed. Then the victim suffers violent convulsions, crampin' and stiffness, and eventually dies from asphyxiation.
Ryunosuke:
(So there's a thirty-minute interval between when the poison is ingested and the onset of symptoms. There seems to be a lot of different types of poison in the world, that's for sure...)
Susato:
Oh dear... Death by poisoning again. It's always so awful...
Van Zieks:
Thirty minutes is a long time. Certainly long enough for the victim to have locked the door behind the accused after he left.
Ryunosuke:
(You can't deny that. And it further degrades Soseki-san's alibi.)
Gregson:
I have the medical report from the doctor who examined the victim here, My Lord. It spells it out, really. The accused is the only person who could have done it.
Judge:
Very well, the court will add this report to the Court Record as evidence.
The victim's medical report has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
Oh yes...I see it here. 'Delayed onset of symptoms'...
Ryunosuke:
(Great...)
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
How long does it take for symptoms to appear, then?
Gregson:
According to the coroner I was speakin' to at the Yard, about thirty minutes after the poison's consumed. Then the victim suffers violent convulsions, crampin' and stiffness, and eventually dies from asphyxiation.
Ryunosuke:
(So there's a thirty-minute interval between when the poison is ingested and the onset of symptoms. There seems to be a lot of different types of poison in the world, that's for sure...)
Susato:
Oh dear... Death by poisoning again. It's always so awful...
Van Zieks:
Thirty minutes is a long time. Certainly long enough for the victim to have locked the door behind the accused after he left.
Ryunosuke:
(You can't deny that. And it further degrades Soseki-san's alibi.)
Gregson:
I have the medical report from the doctor who examined the victim here, My Lord. It spells it out, really. The accused is the only person who could have done it.
Gregson:
The victim would have been perfectly able to lock the door after his guest left. The argument still stands.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The argument still stands, you say?
Gregson:
This is what Mr Natsume has been sayin', isn't it? The pair of them drank tea together that night, so if there was poison in it... ...the victim wouldn't have been able to lock the door after the accused left later on.
Soseki:
EXACTLY! ARGH! Me and my tea are INNOCENT! SWEET and INNOCENT, I tell you!
Gregson:
I'm afraid, sir, that doesn't follow. You see, strychnine is a slow-actin' poison. In other words, it takes time for symptoms to appear. So you could have left the room up to thirty minutes after the victim drank the tea. And as long as you did that, Mr Shamspeare could've locked the door after you'd gone.
Soseki:
But, but NO! We drank the tea straight away! The battle over whether Romeo or Juliet was stronger...! That came after the tea.
Van Zieks:
Do you have any evidence to support that statement?
Soseki:
......... In my great homeland - the Empire of Japan - we have a saying: 'Drink tea while it's hot!'
Ryunosuke:
(Sure, a proverb will satisfy the prosecution...)
Judge:
I'm afraid there's no conclusive proof to support the defendant's assertion. On the contrary, there are sufficient grounds to infer his guilt in this matter!
Soseki:
N-N-No...
Present Victim's Medical Report
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The argument still stands, you say?"
Ryunosuke:
(That's the extent of their testimony, is it?)
Susato:
If I could voice a personal opinion, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Of course. Go ahead.
Susato:
Mr Natsume is arguing for his innocence so adamantly and so persistently... ...yet Inspector Gregson just brushes what he says aside. It's really quite infuriating!
Ryunosuke:
I agree. So we need to find an inconsistency in what the inspector is saying, I think.
Susato:
I'm afraid so. As things stand, the jurors are sure to find Mr Natsume guilty.
Ryunosuke:
(As I see it, what we need to focus on is the poison and the tea...) Let's listen carefully to this testimony again.
Susato:
Yes!
Ryunosuke:
The argument still stands, you say? I think not, Inspector!
Gregson:
...Come again?
Ryunosuke:
I think you'll find...that you've overlooked a very significant chronological inconsistency here!
Gregson:
A chrono-what? What are you on about?
Ryunosuke:
According to this report... ...the victim must have consumed the poison at around... one thirty in the morning. And yet... ...the defendant, Mr Natsume, left the victim's room at eleven.
Gregson:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right... There's more than two hours of missing time there!
Gregson:
...Nnf...
Ryunosuke:
In other words... ...if there was poison in the tea that Mr Natsume brought to the victim's room... ...how could the victim have fallen ill to it...two and a half full hours after the defendant left?!
Gregson:
UWAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
The defence's argument is entirely reasonable. How do you respond, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
...Pray forgive the discourtesy if my mind has wandered. I was considering what cuisine would best complement the contents of my hallowed chalice this luncheon.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
How could it have happened, you ask? I do hate to shatter illusions, but my Nipponese friend appears to be chasing a phantom idea.
Ryunosuke:
A phantom...?!
Van Zieks:
Is it so hard to imagine that the victim drank his tea after the accused had left? For example, at the time stated in the medical report. Yes...at around half past one.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume brought the tea with him to drink together with his neighbour! And in Japan, there is a well known saying: 'Drink tea while it's hot!'
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
And in my country, there is an even more apt saying: 'There is nothing more refreshing than cold tea.'
Ryunosuke:
The, the point is...if there was such a long gap... ...there may be other ways to explain how the victim came to be poisoned! Other possibilities!
Judge:
What sort of possibilities, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
......... Well...for example... The man could have had another visitor!
Van Zieks:
Another visitor? That's a very bold assertion, my learned friend...from someone who has nothing to substantiate it.
Ryunosuke:
Or...or...the victim could have taken the poison of his own volition!
Judge:
You suggest this may have been a suicide, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Mr Shamspeare has categorically denied suicide. The idea can and must be discounted.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But, but he could be lying!
Van Zieks:
.........
.........
..................
Judge:
Is something wrong, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
I was listening to the sound of the carriage pulling up outside the courtroom. Pray, forgive the discourtesy.
Ryunosuke:
Carriage? What carriage?
Van Zieks:
It would seem...that the key player in this case has just arrived.
???:
Hold it!
???:
'Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow...'
Shamspeare:
'...a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.'
Judge:
Who, sir, are you...?
Shamspeare:
William Shamspeare, My Lord. Alas 'twas I, undone by these bitter events. I...am the victim!
Ryunosuke:
Wha... What's he doing here?!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution seeks to call this gentleman to the stand. With his testimony, my learned friend's futile resistance will be utterly crushed.
Ryunosuke:
You're calling him as a witness?
Judge:
Very well, Counsel. I grant your request with interest. I'm curious to discover what the court shall hear from the victim himself!
Shamspeare:
Happy am I, Shamspeare, to regale thee with my tale of woe, My Lord.
Soseki:
B-But...! I still have my own tale to tell! My own tale of worse woe! I CAN REGALE THE COURT WITH THE TALE OF MY PERFECT INNOCENCE IN PERFECT ENGLISH!
Judge:
That will do, Mr Natsume. Let the court now hear from the victim!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, so that's Mr Shamspeare... But who's that other man beside him?)
Susato:
Yes, I think... I feel sure that we've caught a glimpse of that man before.
Van Zieks:
State your names and occupations for the court, please, witnesses.
Shamspeare:
A writer of words so sweet, they do scent the breeze. An inventor of ideas so profound, they compose the earth. The unrivall'd poet, the unmatched scribe, William Shakespeare... Were the great bard to be recall'd to life anew, lo, what a magnificent man! Good fellows, I am he who ponders such a miracle... William Shamspeare.
Metermann:
Oh, um...the name's Metermann. Adron B. Metermann. I work for the Altamont Gas Company, East End branch office.
Susato:
Ah! I remember now! It was yesterday, on Briar Road...
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes! (She's right. It's him!)
Ryunosuke:
(Oh...what's this? What's that man doing over there? He looks like he's trying to see into Soseki-san's lodgings...)
Susato:
Is something wrong, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me! Could we have a word?
???:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, we spotted him outside Mr Garrideb's house that morning. And he's a gas company employee? What does he have to do with this case?)
Judge:
So, Mr William Shamspeare...you are the victim in this miserable affair, correct?
Shamspeare:
'O Heaven! O Hell! Do you command me to remember?' That sweet poison that didst cross me and cross mine innocent lips.
Van Zieks:
I subpoenaed him for the trial. With his doctor's permission, naturally. Hearing the testimony of the aggrieved will remove any room for doubt from the jurors' minds, I'm sure.
Shamspeare:
Behold, you have only to rearrange the letters of my name to see that 'me's a seraph'! An angel, indeed! Thus be I noble of mind, sweet of nature and verily, honest of heart. As all heavenly angels be.
Ryunosuke:
(Because there isn't a less contrived meaning in your name. No, not at all...)
Susato:
The jurors seem to be very moved by this man, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
(They're actually taking this 'seraph' anagram idea seriously...?)
Judge:
Thank you, witnesses, for your illuminating introductions.
Ryunosuke:
But My Lord...what's the man next to Mr Shamspeare doing here? The gasman, I mean.
Metermann:
Uh? What? Me? Well now...
Van Zieks:
Allow me to enlighten my learned friend. You recall, I presume, your earlier impertinence? When you suggested that the victim had another visitor to his room on the night in question. And, moreover, that the victim is a compulsive liar.
Ryunosuke:
What?! No, no I didn't quite say that...
Van Zieks:
This young chin-stroker is here to controvert your wild claims. Conclusively. Is that not so...Mr Metermann?
Metermann:
Eh? Hang on, no... I'm just here...
Judge:
I hereby call for your formal testimonies. You will tell the court as lucidly as possible what happened on the night in question!
Shamspeare:
'One may smile, and smile, and be a villain...' Yes, it doth pain me, but let the truth be spoken! The truth of that wintry night of my discontent.
Metermann:
Hmmm...
Witness Testimony
- The Wintry Night of My Discontent -
Shamspeare:
The snow lay about. My neighbour did cometh in the evening, bearing a gift of tea.
But marry! Bitter was his drink! And when he left, I did fall prostrate on my table!
'Twas the tea alone did pass my lips that late hour. Nought else.
Metermann:
I was outside this bloke's window in the freezin' cold all night, keepin' an eye on his room.
No one else visited his room but that short little round-backed Eastern fella.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what did you say?! You were 'keeping an eye' on Mr Shamspeare's room all night?!
Metermann:
That's right. 'Course, the bloke's window is all but blocked up, isn't it? But there's a little gap in the bricks where you can see into the room. So I spent the night tryin' to keep my teeth from chatterin' as I peered in through that.
Judge:
The question is, sir...why?
Metermann:
Ah! Well now, that's because he's on my list!
Shamspeare:
'What a piece of work is a man!' ...Wherefore wouldst thou not stare in wonderment?
Ryunosuke:
What are you talking about?
Shamspeare:
This buzzing busybody hath not part in this play. I pray thee...pay him no heed. Make no more ado about his tedious words...
Metermann:
What'd you say about me?!
Van Zieks:
Calm yourself. This court is concerned with what happened on the night in question. Nothing more.
Judge:
Indeed, that is so.
Van Zieks:
And, as the testimony we have just heard clearly reveals... ...there was no one other than the accused present at the time who could have carried out this crime.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Well...I believe this may be the final testimony of the trial. Now, Counsel...the defence may proceed with the cross-examination!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Wintry Night of My Discontent -
Shamspeare:
The snow lay about. My neighbour did cometh in the evening, bearing a gift of tea.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
To be clear, by neighbour, you are referring to the defendant, Mr Natsume?
Shamspeare:
O, indeed, sire! Perchance thou wouldst that I call him 'the man from upstairs'?
Van Zieks:
And at what time did the moustachioed Nipponese visit you in your room?
Shamspeare:
Our meeting was promis'd for the hour of nine. And lo, did he come, to tender a gift of fragrant tea.
Judge:
Details which are in accordance with the defendant's own testimony, yes...
Shamspeare:
And we were broil'd in such a literary debate as history hath nought seen before.
Ryunosuke:
By which I presume he means...
Susato:
...Their discussion about who was the stronger, Romeo or Juliet?
Shamspeare:
I, Shamspeare, did play the part of young Romeo. Whilst my neighbour play'd the fair Juliet. Each of us dress'd as would our characters be, to bring weight upon our merry experiment.
Judge:
...I dare not imagine the scene.
Shamspeare:
'Frailty, thy name is woman!' Canst thou imagine how dismay'd I was? Yes, I had heard of the Eastern art of ju-jitsu, but... ...ne'er did I dream 'twould be a skill practis'd by the comely maiden!
Ryunosuke:
(Juliet beat Romeo up? This is not helping our case...)
Van Zieks:
...I believe the court has heard enough about your... earth-shattering literary debate. Perhaps you could reiterate your statement about the tea that the accused brought to your room?
Shamspeare:
My liege, I am thy servant. Glady, [sic] I would do thy bidding...
Shamspeare:
But marry! Bitter was his drink! And when he left, I did fall prostrate on my table!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Let me stop you there! Mr Natsume left your room at eleven o'clock. But it wasn't until after two that the poison made you collapse. That amounts to more than three hours of 'missing time'.
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
If the defendant had really put the poison into your tea... ...that three-hour window of time...is something you're going to have to explain!
Shamspeare:
Gladly. 'Tis an easy task.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Shamspeare:
I did drink of the tea not while my guest didst tarry, but after he took leave of me. Faith, 'twas stone cold, but...at one hour post midnight, verily were my lips parched.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That...doesn't sound normal!
Shamspeare:
Nay, 'tis quite ordinary, sire. After all... ...thou wouldst recall our fiery debate. Amidst such argument, there'd be no time for fiery tea.
Ryunosuke:
(Romeo and Juliet again... And who was stronger...)
Van Zieks:
Mr Shamspeare, in summary, allow me to confirm. Did you not come here with the intention of naming your attacker?
Shamspeare:
But of course...my liege. 'Twas the stoop'd lover of words did attempt to shuffle me off this mortal coil.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...we all know what that means...)
Shamspeare:
'Twas the tea alone did pass my lips that late hour. Nought else.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...you didn't have any kind of evening meal? Dinner? Supper?
Shamspeare:
Hah! Fie on luxury! Fie on gluttony! To eat thrice daily is but a waste of time!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Shamspeare:
I would that my belly were full...no more oft than the sun doth rise!
Judge:
Well... Most heroic eating habits, I must say.
Shamspeare:
Night and day do I fill my hours with learn'd study of the great bard and playwright. Hence is it that there doth nought in my chamber be than the costumes of mine art.
Van Zieks:
That would appear to be the case...as even a rodent was found starved to death in your room.
Susato:
Now I think of it, it's not just food that was conspicuously missing from that room, is it? I don't recall seeing a single play or script anywhere.
Shamspeare:
For I...have devour'd them all.
Ryunosuke:
You've...eaten them?
Shamspeare:
Ev'ry word be within my skull. ...Didst thou imagine otherwise?
Ryunosuke:
...Right. That wasn't misleading at all. Now, could you turn around, do you think?
Van Zieks:
Which brings us to the conclusion...that the only way the poison could have passed the victim's lips...is in the tea.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Metermann:
I was outside this bloke's window in the freezin' cold all night, keepin' an eye on his room.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But the windows of that house have all been filled in.
Susato:
A historical artefact of the now defunct window tax!
Metermann:
Yeah, you're right there. All bricked up horribly. But, as it happens, there's a little part of the brickwork at the bottom corner that's been opened up. I was lookin' in through that gap.
Susato:
Yes, there were a few bricks loose, weren't there?
Ryunosuke:
(And for some strange reason, a couple of bars of soap lined up on the ledge outside as well...)
Metermann:
I don't like goin' around pokin' my chin in other people's business. Especially on freezin' cold nights. But them's my orders! So that's what I'll keep doin'! ...As long as there's breath in my body!
Ryunosuke:
(What's with all the theatricals today?)
Van Zieks:
Out of interest, Mr Metermann, after the accused had left and returned to his own lodgings... ...did you see the victim leave the room at all?
Metermann:
No! He never left! He was in that room the whole time as far as I'm concerned!
Van Zieks:
And we can therefore discount the possibility of suicide.
Ryunosuke:
...! How can you be sure of that?
Van Zieks:
The police carried out a thorough investigation of the scene and found no receptacle for the poison. And since we know the victim didn't leave his room, and hence didn't dispose of the poison's container himself... ...it's clear that this was no attempted suicide. Only the culprit could have removed the receptacle.
Judge:
Ah, yes... Lucidly explained, Counsel. Thank you.
Ryunosuke:
(It really was. You can't argue with the logic...)
Metermann:
No one else visited his room but that short little round-backed Eastern fella.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You say a 'short little round-backed Eastern fella'... So you can't be sure it was the defendant, then?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
How many other short little round-backed Nipponese with a moustache do you think there are in London?!
Metermann:
Well, of course...it's only a narrow gap and it was quite dark, so I didn't notice the moustache. But he showed up at around nine, so I'm pretty sure of myself.
Ryunosuke:
And when the person you saw arrived, did he and Mr Shamspeare drink tea together?
Metermann:
......... Nah, sorry, I couldn't say.
Ryunosuke:
Why not?
Metermann:
Because. I couldn't see into the room all that well, could I? But what I did see was the silhouette of that little round-backed fella wearin' a pretty dress. Then the pair of them started some kind of wrestlin' match. I tell you, I didn't know what to make of it.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Susato:
I suppose... ...that was the Romeo and Juliet championship battle getting underway...
Van Zieks:
Mr Metermann... ...allow me to confirm one final time: Apart from the accused, can you state with certainty, that no one else visited the victim on the night in question?
Metermann:
No question! Gasman's honour!
Ryunosuke:
(So that's the entire testimony...)
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well...erm... ...I can't see any obvious holes at all, to be honest.
Susato:
No... Oh dear... If nobody else visited Mr Shamspeare's room that night apart from Mr Natsume... ...I imagine the members of the jury will all conclude the same thing.
Ryunosuke:
(Right. That he's guilty...) Well, all we can do is press these witnesses for more information and hope for a breakthrough.
Susato:
Yes!
After pressing all statements:
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
My Looord!
Judge:
Goodness me! Yes, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
I've kept my mouth shut and listened up to now, but this has gone on long enough. Are you all with me?
YEEEEEESSS!
Van Zieks:
Are we to understand...that you ladies and gentlemen of the jury are in agreement with one another? That you've reached a unanimous decision?
Juror No. 1:
Too right, we have!  Are you all with me?
YEEEEEESSS!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! No! The defence is in the middle of a cross-examination!
Juror No. 1:
To be honest, I was holding out a bit of hope for you, young man. Especially after you identified those few hours that followed the accused leaving the victim's room.
Juror No. 2:
Yes, the three 'missing hours' as you put it.
Juror No. 3:
But in the end, what difference do they make? None, as far as I can see.
Juror No. 4:
And since that's now apparent, there's really no reason to delay our decision any longer.
Juror No. 5:
Like I was saying before: if I don't take five bob home with me tonight, the missus will blow her top!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? What's that? Sorry, I didn't quite catch what you said...
Judge:
Very well, let the court be apprised of your decisions. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will state your leanings as to the defendant's culpability!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Ryunosuke:
A-All of you...?
Judge:
Well, it would appear that the jury is indeed unanimous.
Van Zieks:
So...this time at least, it seems justice will be done. All's well that ends well, as they say. This calls for a toast, I feel... To the guilty being punished!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Susato:
Get up, Mr Naruhodo! Please! The trial isn't over yet!
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What do you mean, Miss Susato?
Susato:
What about the information I found in this Encyclopaedia of British Law that I have? That obscure right that belongs to the defence in these situations...remember?
Ryunosuke:
......... ...A summation examination... ...Yes, that's right... We don't have a jury in Japanese courts, of course. But here in a British court of law, if we can reverse the decisions of a majority of the jurors... ...we can force the trial to continue. (This trial can't end now. Whatever it takes, I just can't let that happen!) The defence moves to invoke its right to a summation examination, My Lord!
Van Zieks:
Why am I not surprised...at my learned Nipponese friend's inability to admit defeat? You choose to cling desperately to some archaic rule you barely comprehend instead of accepting the truth.
Judge:
Certainly no other defence counsellor in recent times has exercised the right to a summation examination.
Van Zieks:
Because they all know that once the jury's mind is set, it cannot be altered.
Judge:
Nevertheless, the right remains and must be upheld. The defence counsel's request is granted. This court will proceed with a summation examination, as outlined in the Encyclopaedia of British Law! 
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, My Lord!
Judge:
Are you and your fellows prepared, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
Believe me, My Lord, we know all about this young lad's tenacity. And we're ready for it!
Judge:
Very well. In that case, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I hereby call upon each of you... ...to state the grounds upon which you find the defendant guilty of the crime for which he stands accused!
Judicial Findings
- The Jurors' Contentions -
Juror No. 1:
The victim may not be well off, but he's a noble man and straight up! There's no reason to doubt the man.
Juror No. 2:
Well, I do declare the good gentleman has no reason to lie. In fact...I think he's rather splendid.
Juror No. 3:
Just look at the accused by comparison! He's Japanese, stoops all the while, and has a moustache! Very fishy...
Juror No. 4:
There's no evidence to suggest the gangling actor is a fraudsman. ...For now, at least.
Juror No. 5:
Agh! I really don't care, like! I just need this trial to end quickly!
Juror No. 6:
Three hours of 'missing time' is nothing when you reach my age, you know. Nothing at all.
Ryunosuke:
(I knew it... Every single one of them seems completely convinced...)
Susato:
It would seem that all the jurors... ...have come to the conclusion that Mr Shamspeare is a fine, upstanding and honest citizen.
Ryunosuke:
If you ask me, they've all been bewitched by his strange theatrical movements.
Susato:
And sadly, nothing Mr Natsume has said appears to have registered at all.
Ryunosuke:
Well...here goes! (Let's not forget... ...I've pleaded with the jury on Soseki-san's behalf before and it worked. So you never know!)
Susato:
Before we begin... ...it might be an idea for me to remind you exactly how a summation examination works, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Susato:
Well, you're still very new to British law, after all.
Ryunosuke:
(That's true, I suppose. And Soseki-san's fate is entirely in my hands now, too. There's always a chance I might have forgotten some crucial detail. Perhaps I should hear Susato-san out. I wonder...should I let her talk me through it again or not bother?)
Refresh my memory!
Susato:
Alright! So, if you remember... ...the key to changing the jurors' minds is the things that they say themselves.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, it's coming back to me. First, it's important to listen very carefully to each juror's statement. Then, if it sounds as though one of those statements might contradict another... ...I have to pit the corresponding two jurors against each other to prove one or the other of them wrong!
Susato:
Yes, that's right. In many ways, it's very similar to a normal cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright then. All that remains now...is to do it!)
Leads to:
"Without further ado, please, Counsel."
No need!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you for the kind offer, Miss Susato... ...but I've been through plenty of these summation examinations already now. I think it's important that we don't delay the start any longer than necessary.
Susato:
Of course, I understand. And I'm quite sure you're right. If you're confused by anything at any point, you can turn to me for advice whenever you like. I'll be here for you!
Ryunosuke:
(The key to this is really listening carefully to each juror's statement... ...finding two that are contradictory, and pitting the corresponding jurors against each other!)
Leads to:
"Without further ado, please, Counsel."
Judge:
Without further ado, please, Counsel. Proceed with the summation examination!
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, My Lord!
Jury Examination
- The Defence's Rebuttal -
Juror No. 1:
The victim may not be well off, but he's a noble man and straight up! There's no reason to doubt the man.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Well, there are plenty of people in London who seem noble but poor. Couldn't some of them also be liars?
Juror No. 1:
I've no doubt about it. Like that shaky client of yours, for example.
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely not! Mr Natsume is no liar!
Juror No. 1:
Look, the point is, the only thing that passed the victim's lips that night was that Japanese man's tea. When you take the gasman's testimony into account as well, the truth couldn't be any clearer.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...well... (...that's alarmingly logical.)
Juror No. 1:
But let me be frank here. I'm a gentleman, with a gentleman's values. If it turns out that the old Shakespearean chum is a rotten liar after all... ...I'd gladly change my decision about the defendant. And I'm sure my fellow gentlemen on the jury would do the same. ...Isn't that right?
Juror No. 3:
Well, um...yes, perhaps. Though I don't see it happening.
Juror No. 6:
Eh? What's that? Elderly gent on the end here, you know. You'll have to speak up!
Juror No. 5:
Look, I really don't care about all this nonsense. I just need this trial to be over!
Ryunosuke:
(How many 'gentlemen' do we actually have on the jury, then...?) Alright, sir, I may hold you to that. Don't forget what you said.
Juror No. 1:
Hmph.
Changes Juror No. 1's statement to "Alright, if you can show me that the victim's a liar, I'll reconsider my position!"
Juror No. 1:
Alright, if you can show me that the victim's a liar, I'll reconsider my position!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
...Will you stand by that statement?
Juror No. 1:
What do you take me for? I'm a gentleman, sir. A man of my word. So let me be perfectly clear about this. If it turns out that the old Shakespearean chum is a rotten liar after all... ...I'd gladly change my decision about the defendant. And I'm sure my fellow gentlemen on the jury would do the same. ...Isn't that right?
Juror No. 3:
Well, um...yes, perhaps. Though I don't see it happening.
Juror No. 6:
Eh? What's that? Elderly gent on the end here, you know. You'll have to speak up!
Juror No. 5:
Look, I really don't care about all this nonsense. I just need this trial to be over!
Ryunosuke:
(How many 'gentlemen' do we actually have on the jury, then...?) Alright, sir, I may hold you to that. Don't forget what you said.
Juror No. 1:
Hmph.
Pit against Juror No. 4's statement (after Juror No. 4 changes her statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Those two statements clearly contradict each other!"
Juror No. 2:
Well, I do declare the good gentleman has no reason to lie. In fact...I think he's rather splendid.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Are you saying you believe the man to be trustworthy because he's 'rather splendid'?
Juror No. 2:
No, that's not what I said. The point is, the man is the victim here. What reason would he have to lie? And yes...he is rather splendid.
Ryunosuke:
So you say...yet again.
Juror No. 2:
Meanwhile the man who stands accused behaves so suspiciously, it's exhausting to look at him! I'm afraid...he's not splendid at all.
Ryunosuke:
(Splendid logic there, madam. Thank you so much.)
Juror No. 3:
Just look at the accused by comparison! He's Japanese, stoops all the while, and has a moustache! Very fishy...
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! Not one of those things is a reason to find the man guilty!
Juror No. 3:
But he is fishy. There's no point dancing around the fact. He's Japanese, he has a moustache and he stoops. You see, you arrive at the conclusion in just three steps. Three steps...like a waltz, in fact! You know, the more I think about it, the more this trial seems like a dance!
Ryunosuke:
(You seem to be several steps ahead of yourself, though... and you're on the wrong foot!) No! There's nothing but circumstantial evidence here! There's no actual proof of the defendant's guilt!
Juror No. 3:
But the victim's version of events is backed up by what the big-chinned man next to him says, isn't it? One, he saw the Japanese man there. Two, he saw no one else. And three, he saw the Japanese man there. ...Oh! That's another three steps! All this really does seem more and more like a waltz, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(Right...and the prosecution will waltz its way to victory if I let you speak much more...)
Juror No. 4:
There's no evidence to suggest the gangling actor is a fraudsman. ...For now, at least.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A fraudsman? What do you mean by that, madam?
Juror No. 4:
......... It really is a most tiresome problem for the company. Most irritating. We can be absolutely certain that a customer is stealing from us, but without hard evidence... ...we can't even threaten to take action for fear of being sued.
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm sorry, you've lost me a little there. ...Who are you?
Juror No. 4:
I'm the wife of Augustus Altamont, owner of the Altamont Gas Company.
Judge:
Good gracious! Altamont Gas, you say?
Juror No. 4:
Gas is the future of energy in this country and around the globe. But proper handling is essential. ...As I'm sure our employee from the East End branch office would be the first to agree.
Metermann:
Absolutely, Lady Quinby! Gotta be used properly! Altamont Gas is the best in the world, of course!
Susato:
...Ah, I think we may have solved the mystery of the bow from earlier, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Right... He bowed in deference to his employer's wife, did he?) Ah! So...would I be right in assuming... ...that the reason Mr Metermann was watching what Mr Shamspeare was up to in his room...
Juror No. 4:
I'm afraid that there's no end to the lengths the population of the East End will go to in order to steal our gas. So I really have no choice when the company identifies somebody as a possible fraudsman... ...but to dispatch a worker to watch the suspect day and night. We're very thorough in our investigations.
Ryunosuke:
So you mean, Mr Shamspeare is...
Juror No. 4:
I wouldn't come out and say it in public...but you can finish that sentence with 'a grubby little gas thief'!
Ryunosuke:
...You have noticed the public gallery in here, have you?
Shamspeare:
'The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen...' Faith, wouldst thou wound me with thy words...were I to let them penetrate the skin. But seraphs hear not insults, only choirs of angels in song!
Juror No. 4:
We may not have evidence yet. But my workers won't stop buzzing around you until they find it! And when they do...you'll find yourself blasted back to your angelic heights in an Altamont Gas explosion!
Ryunosuke:
(So Mr Shamspeare has been stealing gas...) I wonder, juror number four, if you wouldn't mind adding that information to your statement?
Juror No. 4:
My pleasure. Was it the bit about ripping that thief apart you enjoyed?
Ryunosuke:
...A little before the part about abject violence, if it's not too much trouble.
Juror No. 4:
Yes, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(This could be it! This could shift the balance...!)
Changes Juror No. 4's statement to "The 'victim' puts on a fine performance, but in reality, he's a common thief...of my company's gas!"
Juror No. 4:
The 'victim' puts on a fine performance, but in reality, he's a common thief...of my company's gas!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
That's a bold claim. How can you be so sure?
Juror No. 4:
It's really very simple.
Shamspeare:
Noble lady of gas, I pray thee! Hold thy tongue!
Juror No. 4:
I beg your pardon?
Shamspeare:
Hath that rank-odoured air that doth our darkness illuminate any place in this assembly? Nay! 'Tis of sole import here that someone wouldst extinguish the light of mine own life!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Shamspeare:
Verily, I ne'er recall stealing thy gas. But pray, let the matter rest till anon!
Juror No. 4:
Why, you little...
Metermann:
Beggin' your pardon, my lady, but might I suggest you don't say any more at this stage? We need hard evidence first. If I keep secretly watchin' this bloke, I'll get him in the end. He'll slip up!
Ryunosuke:
(Do you think maybe that secret's out of the bag?)
Juror No. 4:
Hmph! Oh, this is so frustrating!
Pit against Juror No. 1's statement (after Juror No. 1 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Those two statements clearly contradict each other!"
Juror No. 5:
Agh! I really don't care, like! I just need this trial to end quickly!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You keep talking about needing to take home some money. What's that all about, sir?
Juror No. 5:
...Finnish Lass, that's what it's about.
Ryunosuke:
What's that?!
Juror No. 5:
I'm talking about the derby at Hyde Park, aren't I? It was the Queen's Cup last week, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
A...derby?
Juror No. 5:
It was a dead cert, that's the thing! I couldn't lose! So I took my wife's secret savings, like... But then that hopeless old mare went and did the unthinkable! Argh, that stupid Finnish Lass!
Susato:
...Oh dear. I think it's clear what happened, isn't it?
Juror No. 5:
This is the day the missus uses her savings for a trip down the pub! So, come on! Let this business lie now! Just give it up!
Ryunosuke:
No! That's...not going to happen!
Juror No. 6:
Three hours of 'missing time' is nothing when you reach my age, you know. Nothing at all.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What do you really mean by that, sir?
Juror No. 6:
Well, I'm not one to boast, but I get up at five every morning, I do.
Ryunosuke:
At five?! You're a really early riser then, aren't you?
Juror No. 6:
Hm? What's that now?
Ryunosuke:
I said, you're an early riser!
Juror No. 6:
Oh well, I wouldn't say that. I mean, I like to while away the hours in the evening reading books as well. But by about two in the morning, I'm usually too tired to go on.
Susato:
He sleeps at two in the morning and gets up at five...? Oh my! That means he only has three hours of sleep each night!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? What's that, dear?
Susato:
ONLY THREE HOURS OF SLEEP EACH NIGHT!
Juror No. 6:
That's right, you see. Three hours of missing time, like I said. It's not much, is it?
Ryunosuke:
(...This really isn't helping.)
Susato:
The key to summation examinations is identifying contradictions between jurors' statements, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Right, and once I've found two jurors whose statements can't coexist, I need to pit those jurors against each other. Then hopefully, when they see that what they're saying doesn't make sense, they'll change their leaning.
Susato:
Yes. And if you're able to change the minds of a majority of the jurors, the trial will continue. But conversely, if you're unable to do that, the judge will declare the trial over and move to adjudication.
Ryunosuke:
(And I can't let that happen. Somehow or other, I have to turn this trial around!)
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good gracious! To whose statements do you refer, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number one!
Juror No. 1:
Eh? What are you yelling about, lad?
Ryunosuke:
I presume you've heard juror number four's statement? Made by the wife of the owner of Altamont Gas.
Juror No. 1:
Well, yes...
Ryunosuke:
The victim, who you claim to be a noble, 'straight up' man... ...in fact turns out to be a 'common thief'.
Juror No. 1:
So the good lady says. But there's no evidence, is there? You and I both heard them say as much!
Juror No. 4:
It's true, we don't have evidence as such...just yet. But the claims aren't baseless, you know.
Juror No. 1:
What?
Juror No. 4:
You heard me. Seeing as his operation has already been compromised... ...I would suggest that the court hears testimony from our East End branch office employee over there.
Metermann:
I'll do whatever you say, my lady! Gasman's honour!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number one! You say you're a man of your word!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Ryunosuke:
If I could show that Mr Shamspeare was a liar, you assured me... ...that you would reconsider your decision about the defendant's guilt.
Juror No. 1:
......... Hm, yes, I did say that. And as a man of honour, I'll hold to it. ...As I'm sure the other gentlemen of the jury will!
Juror No. 3:
Me?! Oh, well, yes... Now that we've found out the man's a liar, perhaps we ought to consider the matter further.
Juror No. 6:
Well...if I'm perfectly honest, I haven't heard half of what you've all been saying. So if this means you'll recap a few points, that would suit me down to the ground.
Juror No. 5:
Oh no, I'm not having any part of this! I want this trial over and done with!
Juror No. 4:
In that case, I shall change my leaning.
Juror No. 1:
So, Mr William Shamspeare...if that is your real name... ...we of the jury demand to know exactly what kind of a man you really are!
Ryunosuke:
That's...four jurors! Four for 'not guilty'!
Susato:
Yes, Mr Naruhodo! Victory!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Well...this is quite extraordinary, I must say. As a result of the defence's summation examination, the jury's leaning has changed. Now only two jurors say 'guilty', whilst four say 'not guilty'. I therefore declare this court to be in a state of disaccord... ...and order the trial to continue!
Van Zieks:
You have spoilt the bouquet...Mr Shamspeare.
Shamspeare:
.........
Van Zieks:
The ladies and gentlemen of the jury now find they are unable to trust you, the victim.
Shamspeare:
......... 'But you gods will give us, Some faults to make us men.' So God mend me, I do swear... This gasman speaketh that which concerns him most: nought but gas! Nought but thin air! Ay, it burneth bright a while, but it hath no substance. And it doth reek foul!
Metermann:
Oi, what did you say?!
Judge:
Do I take it, Mr Shamspeare, that you deny the allegations of gas thievery?
Shamspeare:
Most heartily, My Lord! Hast thou forgot? I am as a seraph! An angel! Noble of mind, sweet of nature and verily, honest of heart.
Metermann:
Argh, you flowery-mouthed, pompous beanpole! Just cos I haven't got the evidence yet...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Shamspeare! If, in fact, you are NOT noble of mind, sweet of nature or honest of heart... If you are a liar... ...then your testimony should have no sway in this courtroom!
Shamspeare:
.........
Judge:
It is my considered opinion... ...that at the present time, no other possible culprit of this crime has been identified. All testimony heard by the court thus far heavily implicates the defendant. In short, it would not be unreasonable at this stage for me to rule on the case.
Susato:
Oh no...
Judge:
However...in light of the fact that the jury has expressed concern about the fidelity of this witness... ...I believe it would be inappropriate for this court not to pursue the point further.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
I assure you, My Lord, that would be a waste of the court's time. The gas and this case are unrelated.
Ryunosuke:
Juror number four!
Juror No. 4:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Didn't you say before that although you had no hard evidence to prove this man has been stealing gas... ...you have strong grounds for suspecting him?
Juror No. 4:
That's right, we do. ...Don't we, hm, worker?
Metermann:
Absolutely, Lady Quinby! Gasman's honour!
Judge:
Very well, then. We will hear your testimony now. You will tell the court precisely why you believe the victim, Mr William Shamspeare, has been stealing gas.
Metermann:
Yes, My Lord, it'll be my pleasure! On the Altamont Gas name, I swear-
Juror No. 4:
If I may, My Lord...?
Judge:
Go ahead, madam.
Juror No. 4:
This worker's testimony may have a significant bearing on the good name of my husband's company. Therefore, I should like to take the stand alongside him, in a supervisory role. If you wouldn't mind.
Metermann:
Wahoo! Oh, yeah! Sweet as honey! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Judge:
...Very well. As an exception, I shall honour your request.
Juror No. 4:
Thank you, My Lord.
Metermann:
You wait till the boss gives you an earful! Ooh, it's gonna sting, you mark my words!
Judge:
So, you will both testify before the court... ...on the subject of the illegal consumption of the Altamont Gas Company's fuel!
Juror No. 4:
Yes... ...Is that clear, my good man?
Metermann:
Clear as Altamont gas, my lady! ...Which is the clearest in the world!
Ryunosuke:
Do you think the gas has gone to his head, Miss Susato?
Susato:
I think the man is just a very dedicated employee, Mr Naruhodo.
Witness Testimony
- The Altamont Gas Company's Investigation -
Metermann:
I'm proud to be the company's East End branch investigator and meter money collection agent.
Altamont gas meters accept thruppenny bits, each coin givin' customers about two hours of gorgeous gas!
Altamont:
And yet, the meter in Mr Shamspeare's room didn't have a single coin in it!
The meter doesn't appear to have been tampered with, though, and the collection agent has the only key.
Metermann:
Somehow, he's usin' all the flamin' gas he wants without payin' a penny! If that's not thievin', what is?!
Van Zieks:
...Pray forgive the discourtesy. The irrelevance of this testimony caused me to turn to my hallowed chalice.
Judge:
What do you mean by that remark, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
Did the moustachioed Nipponese poison the gangling excuse for an actor or didn't he? That is all that should concern this court. And yet now we must listen to this...abhorrence. Clearly what separates the vast British Empire and your Eastern island nation is more than geographical distance.
Ryunosuke:
But...but this could turn out to be crucial testimony! The cross-examination must go ahead!
Van Zieks:
...Do what you will.
Susato:
Lord van Zieks appears to be in a violent mood.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...he does. (An attempted poisoning...and an incidence of gas theft with no supporting evidence... It's true that they would appear completely unrelated at first glance. But I wonder... The truth tends to be buried in the most unusual places. And the first step in uncovering it...will be to establish just who and what this man really is!)
Cross-Examination
- The Altamont Gas Company's Investigation -
Metermann:
I'm proud to be the company's East End branch investigator and meter money collection agent.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So does that mean you enter people's houses in order to empty their gas meters?
Metermann:
That I do. Have to try to catch people when they're in. Then I ask permission to come inside and do my business.
Ryunosuke:
Does that mean you've been into Mr Natsume's room before, as well as that of Mr Shamspeare?
Metermann:
Well now...interestin' you should bring that up. Cos I couldn't believe how little money was in his meter. I mean how the pair of them survive the winter is beyond me, it really is.
Susato:
Knowing Mr Natsume, he probably spends all his gas money on books.
Ryunosuke:
And then when he's finished reading them, he probably burns them for warmth.
Judge:
You will kindly reiterate your statement about the gas meters themselves, Mr Metermann.
Metermann:
Not much to say really, but as you wish...
Metermann:
Altamont gas meters accept thruppenny bits, each coin givin' customers about two hours of gorgeous gas!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So all London houses that have a gas supply are filled with these gas meters, are they?
Altamont:
They're the latest model. The height of technology. Developed by our own company, Altamont Gas. And anyone who uses our gas will have one of these meters in their property, yes.
Ryunosuke:
So if a threepence coin gives two hours of gas, most people would use about three coins in a night?
Metermann:
A bit more than that, usually. If they have both gas lights and a gas stove, that is.
Ryunosuke:
(Thinking about it, Soseki-san doesn't have a fireplace in that room of his, does he?)
Altamont:
Some people still choose to use candles of course, and only have gas for heating.
Susato:
Ah yes, I do remember seeing candles in Mr Natsume's room, actually.
Ryunosuke:
And how does the money in the meter get back to you at the gas company?
Metermann:
Every three days, gasmen like me visit properties on the gas supply and empty the meters of coins.
Altamont:
I must say, the design and manufacture of the new meter cost the company an awful lot of money. But happily, it did put a stop to people not paying their dues...for the most part.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, because they have to pay in advance, you mean?
Altamont:
Yes. Exactly right.
Altamont:
And yet, the meter in Mr Shamspeare's room didn't have a single coin in it!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Out of interest, how long has this been going on?
Metermann:
Weeks and weeks! He's been pinchin' gas off us for ages!
Judge:
And you've examined the meter in Mr Shamspeare's room, I take it?
Altamont:
Naturally. We took it off the wall and went over it with a fine-tooth comb.
Van Zieks:
And found nothing suspicious at all, I presume.
Altamont:
No, I'm afraid we didn't. Which is exactly why I demanded a new type of meter to be produced. One with an indestructible lock. The 'Shamspeare Special'!
Ryunosuke:
(That sounds like it would have cost an awful lot of threepenny pieces...)
Altamont:
But even after all that...the rascal's meter was still empty!
Metermann:
I'll never forget the humiliation! When I opened up the money box and found it bare... 'You what?!' I said! 'You WHAT?!' And the look on his face! That smarmy smile of his!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Metermann:
I pulled the meter straight off the wall and took it back to the office. But you know what? Nothin'! Not a trace of it bein' jemmied open anywhere! Not a single sign! And what's happenin' to my salary as a result? Down by three shillings a day, that's what!
Ryunosuke:
A life-threatening situation...in a number of ways. Incidentally, what became of that meter?
Metermann:
Nothin' became of it. I've still got it.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Metermann:
Right here!
Ryunosuke:
No wonder they call you Metermann...
Judge:
Hmmm... I think it would be prudent for the court to sequester this item while the trial is ongoing.
The gas meter has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Definitely... Although at first glance, there doesn't appear to be anything unusual about it.)
Van Zieks:
Let's move this along, shall we? Continue with your testimony. Though I would say it has as much value as the contents of that meter.
Metermann:
Oof...
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Out of interest, how long has this been going on?
Metermann:
Weeks and weeks! He's been pinchin' gas off us for ages!
Judge:
And you've examined the meter in Mr Shamspeare's room, I take it?
Altamont:
Naturally. We took it off the wall and went over it with a fine-tooth comb.
Van Zieks:
And found nothing suspicious at all, I presume.
Altamont:
No, I'm afraid we didn't. Which is exactly why I demanded a new type of meter to be produced. One with an indestructible lock. The 'Shamspeare Special'!
Ryunosuke:
(That sounds like it would have cost an awful lot of threepenny pieces...)
Altamont:
But even after all that...the rascal's meter was still empty!
Metermann:
I'll never forget the humiliation! When I opened up the money box and found it bare... 'You what?!' I said! 'You WHAT?!' And the look on his face! That smarmy smile of his!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Metermann:
I pulled the meter straight off the wall and took it back to the office. But you know what? Nothin'! Not a trace of it bein' jemmied open anywhere! Not a single sign! And what's happenin' to my salary as a result? Down by three shillings a day, that's what!
Ryunosuke:
A life-threatening situation...in a number of ways.
Examine evidence
Gas Meter
Padlock
Ryunosuke:
That's a very sturdy-looking padlock, isn't it?
Susato:
And the money box is sealed with beeswax, too.
Ryunosuke:
So if Mr Sholmes were to get up to any mischief, he'd be found out immediately.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Mischief of that kind is not the sort of thing that Mr Sholmes would...
Ryunosuke:
(...You know you didn't finish that sentence, don't you?)
Susato:
Well...anyway... It's understandable that the gas company would want to safeguard the money that's rightfully theirs...
Ryunosuke:
But it does feel a little over the top perhaps, doesn't it?
Hole on bottom
Ryunosuke:
Oh, what's...?
Susato:
Have you spotted something, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Just here...there's a little hole. Do you see?
Susato:
Goodness, you're right! I wouldn't have noticed.
Ryunosuke:
It's not a very neat hole, is it? Not professionally made, I'd say.
Susato:
So...you think it might have been opened up by Mr Shamspeare?
Ryunosuke:
Possibly. It seems the people at Altamont Gas must have missed it.
Susato:
Well, it certainly seems to go all the way through to the inside.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but there's no way a coin could fit through there.
Susato:
That's true, but even so...it seems more than a little suspicious!
The details of the gas meter have been updated in the Court Record.
Hole on bottom (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Oh, what's...?
Susato:
Have you spotted something, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Just here...there's a little hole. Do you see?
Susato:
Goodness, you're right! I wouldn't have noticed.
Ryunosuke:
It's not a very neat hole, is it? Not professionally made, I'd say.
Susato:
So...you think it might have been opened up by Mr Shamspeare?
Ryunosuke:
Possibly. It seems the people at Altamont Gas must have missed it.
Susato:
Well, it certainly seems to go all the way through to the inside.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but there's no way a coin could fit through there.
Susato:
That's true, but even so...it seems more than a little suspicious!
Altamont:
The meter doesn't appear to have been tampered with, though, and the collection agent has the only key.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
There's only one key for all of your meters?
Altamont:
Well, in truth, there's another key in the company vault at our main office. But even if someone had somehow managed to get hold of a key, we'd know if the coin box had been opened.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? How?
Altamont:
I came up with a rather clever way to expose any little shenanigans, as it happens.
Ryunosuke:
Would you care to explain?
Metermann:
Well now...in order to empty a meter, you have to unlock the padlock and remove the cover. But when I close the cover again, I stick a little beeswax seal on it, you see!
Ryunosuke:
A seal? Like the sort of thing you'd put on an envelope, you mean?
Metermann:
Somethin' like that, yes. Basically, you can't remove the cover again without breakin' the seal.
Altamont:
Now, in the case of Mr Shamspeare's meter, there were no coins inside at all, as I said.
Metermann:
But the seal hadn't been broken, either.
Ryunosuke:
So that would mean Mr Shamspeare somehow managed to steal coins from inside the meter without opening it?
Susato:
It would seem so, but...that would be impossible!
Present Gas Meter (after examining hole on bottom)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Lady Altamont...I'm afraid to say... ...that this meter clearly does show signs of having been tampered with.
Altamont:
What?
Metermann:
Get away! I've been over and over that thing! I'm tellin' you, there's nothin' wrong with it!
Ryunosuke:
In that case... ...what do you have to say about the small hole that's been made at the base of the coin box?
Metermann:
Hole? What?
Altamont:
You're right! You're quite right! There is a little hole there! The meters aren't supposed to have that! None of the others did!
Ryunosuke:
In other words, we can assume that Mr Shamspeare secretly opened up this hole himself.
Altamont:
Yes...I wouldn't be at all surprised. ...But why?
Metermann:
Yeah, why? I mean, it's tiny! You couldn't get a farthin' through that!
Ryunosuke:
......... Lady Altamont... ...I wonder if you could give the court some more details about your meter design.
Altamont:
What sort of details?
Ryunosuke:
Well, what I'd specifically like to know is...
How it's dismantled
Ryunosuke:
How can the meter be dismantled?
Altamont:
Dismantled?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Given that there are no signs of it having been forced... ...I'm wondering if perhaps rather than being broken open, it might have been taken apart.
Altamont:
Well, yes, that does make some sense. The padlocks are made by a first-class locksmith from the finest quality steel. And the meter box itself is made from plate steel as well, welded shut to ensure it can't be opened again. I can assure you, it's quite impossible to dismantle it.
Metermann:
Wahoo! Yeah! Nothin' leaks from an Altamont meter! No coins, no gas, no nothin'!
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Judge:
The witness will amend her formal testimony with that information in case it is pertinent.
Altamont:
As you wish, My Lord.
Changes statement from "The meter doesn't appear to have been tampered with, though, and the collection agent has the only key." to "All joints on the meter are welded shut, and the lock is made from solid steel. There's no way to dismantle it."
How it differentiates coins
Ryunosuke:
How does the meter tell the difference between different coins?
Altamont:
What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Well, for example, if someone were to put in a one penny coin, that wouldn't work presumably, would it?
Altamont:
No, of course not.
Ryunosuke:
So...well, how does the meter know that the coin it's been fed is a thruppenny bit?
Altamont:
Ah, I see what you're getting at now. The meter tells coins apart by their shape and size, which includes their thickness. A thruppenny bit is about three-quarters of an inch in diameter, you see. Other coins just won't fit.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see... It's clearly been very well thought out.
Judge:
The witness will amend her formal testimony with that information in case it is pertinent.
Altamont:
As you wish, My Lord.
Changes statement from "The meter doesn't appear to have been tampered with, though, and the collection agent has the only key." to "The meter is designed for coins the exact diameter and thickness of a thruppenny bit. Nothing else will fit."
Altamont:
All joints on the meter are welded shut, and the lock is made from solid steel. There's no way to dismantle it.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Has anyone ever tried?
Metermann:
Oh yeah, they've tried. But they've all given up before long.
Altamont:
After all, if they actually broke the meter, the company would be able to take legal action.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that makes sense.
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo? Is its welded steel construction significant... ...or perhaps there's some other aspect of the meter's construction that we should be focusing on?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...you may be right. (Perhaps I should try a different tack here. Like asking about how the meter differentiates coins, for example...)
Delve deeper
Ryunosuke:
How does the meter tell the difference between different coins?
Altamont:
What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Well, for example, if someone were to put in a one penny coin, that wouldn't work presumably, would it?
Altamont:
No, of course not.
Ryunosuke:
So...well, how does the meter know that the coin it's been fed is a thruppenny bit?
Altamont:
Ah, I see what you're getting at now. The meter tells coins apart by their shape and size, which includes their thickness. A thruppenny bit is about three-quarters of an inch in diameter, you see. Other coins just won't fit.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see... It's clearly been very well thought out.
Judge:
The witness will amend her formal testimony with that information in case it is pertinent.
Altamont:
As you wish, My Lord.
Changes statement from "All joints on the meter are welded shut, and the lock is made from solid steel. There's no way to dismantle it." to "The meter is designed for coins the exact diameter and thickness of a thruppenny bit. Nothing else will fit."
Leave it
Leads back to cross-examination
Altamont:
The meter is designed for coins the exact diameter and thickness of a thruppenny bit. Nothing else will fit.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But conversely then... ...it would seem that anything matching a threepence coin exactly in terms of diameter and thickness... ...could equally well be used. Would, um, that be true?
Altamont:
Well...yes, in a way. The weight comes into it a certain extent as well.
Metermann:
We've thought of that though, anyway! If I find any fake coins inside the coin box when I empty the meter... ...the contract says the customer has to pay one hundred times the amount they diddled as a fine! We live for moments like that, us gasmen do! Live for them! Ha ha ha!
Judge:
Hm... It would seem the gas company has thought of everything.
Metermann:
Wahoo! Hurrah for gas! Hurrah for cash! Altamont all the way!
Altamont:
That's quite enough of that.
Ryunosuke:
Remind me, how big are thruppenny bits?
Altamont:
About three-quarters of an inch across.
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo? Is this two centimetres measurement significant... ...or perhaps there's some other aspect of the meter's construction that we should be focusing on?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...you may be right. (Perhaps I should try a different tack here. Like asking about whether the meter can be dismantled, for example...)
Delve deeper
Ryunosuke:
How can the meter be dismantled?
Altamont:
Dismantled?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Given that there are no signs of it having been forced... ...I'm wondering if perhaps rather than being broken open, it might have been taken apart.
Altamont:
Well, yes, that does make some sense. The padlocks are made by a first-class locksmith from the finest quality steel. And the meter box itself is made from plate steel as well, welded shut to ensure it can't be opened again. I can assure you, it's quite impossible to dismantle it.
Metermann:
Wahoo! Yeah! Nothin' leaks from an Altamont meter! No coins, no gas, no nothin'!
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Judge:
The witness will amend her formal testimony with that information in case it is pertinent.
Altamont:
As you wish, My Lord.
Changes statement from "The meter is designed for coins the exact diameter and thickness of a thruppenny bit. Nothing else will fit." to "All joints on the meter are welded shut, and the lock is made from solid steel. There's no way to dismantle it."
Leave it
Judge:
Let us return to the testimony.
Altamont:
Of course, My Lord. As I was saying, Altamont meters are unsurpassed. They can't be manipulated.
Leads back to cross-examination
Examine evidence
Bar of Soap
Circular depression
Ryunosuke:
Oh...? Look at this bar of soap. There's a circular depression on this side. About two centimetres across.
Susato:
Or...three-quarters of an inch- Ah! Do you think...?
Ryunosuke:
We did find this soap at the scene, didn't we?
Susato:
Yes... Yes, there were two bars, on that little ledge just outside the window. So we took this one. But I'm sure that when we first found it... ...there was some sort of reddish medallion in the middle there. I remember it clearly.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but there's no sign of it now... (Where could it have gone?)
The details of the bar of soap have been updated in the Court Record.
Circular depression (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Oh...? Look at this bar of soap. There's a circular depression on this side. About two centimetres across.
Susato:
Or...three-quarters of an inch- Ah! Do you think...?
Ryunosuke:
We did find this soap at the scene, didn't we?
Susato:
Yes... Yes, there were two bars, on that little ledge just outside the window. So we took this one. But I'm sure that when we first found it... ...there was some sort of reddish medallion in the middle there. I remember it clearly.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but there's no sign of it now... (Where could it have gone?)
Present Bar of Soap (after examining circular depression on this statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Let me just confirm something here..."
Metermann:
Somehow, he's usin' all the flamin' gas he wants without payin' a penny! If that's not thievin', what is?!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
How do you know that he's been using gas, though?
Metermann:
Well now... Since I started investigatin' this bloke, I've been to his room more than a few times. And on every single occasion, his lamps have been blazin' and his stove poundin'! It's the middle of winter, and he still turns to me, sweat drippin' down his cheeks, and says...
Shamspeare:
'Get thee to a nunnery!'
Judge:
Hamlet, indeed!
Metermann:
Argh! I could wring the bloke's neck! I get all hot under the collar, but still... ...every time I open up that flamin' meter, it's empty! He's robbin' me of my salary, too! What's wrong with the world?! Where's the justice?!
Ryunosuke:
But how can Mr Shamspeare possibly be stealing the money? I don't understand...
Van Zieks:
The simple explanation is right before your eyes.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
A toast...to you eventually realising that the gasman could be an accomplice.
Metermann:
YOU WHAT?!
Judge:
Good Lord! Eminently plausible indeed...
Altamont:
......... Well, what do you have to say for yourself?
Metermann:
Oh, please! Lady Quinby! I'm a faithful worker. And besides...if the money us gasmen collect doesn't tally with how much gas has been used... ...YOU DOCK OUR PAY BY THE SAME AMOUNT!
Ryunosuke:
So you'd be stealing money only to have the same amount taken from your wages... Clearly that makes no sense.
Susato:
Perhaps it's a case of losing the battle to win the war?
Metermann:
No no no! I'm not gonna stir up that hornets' nest! If I went stealin' from the company, I'd be finished!
Van Zieks:
It would seem there is no evidence to support the claims of thievery made against the victim. Because Mr William Shamspeare...is innocent. Pray, forgive me if that shatters some illusion my learned Nipponese friend was clearly under.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Ryunosuke:
(I certainly didn't expect to uncover another crime that looks like it's been taking place in the very same room...)
Susato:
According to the testimony, it's only the meter in Mr Shamspeare's room that's under suspicion. It does seem as though perhaps it has nothing to do with the incident involving Mr Natsume...
Ryunosuke:
I know. It does seem that way. But the fact is... ...since I've been practising law in England, I feel like I've encountered this at least once already. Cases that are interlinked.
Susato:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
It might seem that two cases have nothing to do with one another at first. But in fact, they're intimately connected.
Susato:
Yes, we have experienced that before, haven't we? I wonder if this is another instance...?
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps... But we can't be sure of that yet. (If the Altamont Gas Company has been investigating Mr Shamspeare so earnestly... ...there must be something to it. But then how has he been managing to steal their gas?)
Ryunosuke:
Let me just confirm something here... If the diameter and thickness were to be correct... ...the meter would accept any object as if it were a thruppenny bit. Is that correct?
Altamont:
Yes, that is correct.
Ryunosuke:
Well, by something of a coincidence, while we were investigating in Mr Shamspeare's room... ...we found a particular item that matches the dimensions perfectly.
Altamont:
Something the same size as a thruppenny bit?! What was it?
Ryunosuke:
The item in question...is this!
Metermann:
Wha...? Have you been inhalin' gas? That's a bar of soap!
Altamont:
It certainly looks nothing like a thruppenny bit, I must say...
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like I'm going to have to point out exactly what I mean here.) What's so important about the soap...is this part here!
Examine bar of soap
Ryunosuke:
It doesn't look as though this soap has been used much, does it? If at all.
Susato:
No, I agree. I'd say it's never been used. And yet it doesn't quite look new, either. It's lost its colour slightly, as soap does when it ages.
Ryunosuke:
I wonder why Mr Shamspeare has apparently had it for so long, but not used it then... (That could point to the answer here...)
Examine circular depression
Ryunosuke:
There's that funny little round depression in the middle of the soap...
Susato:
Yes, it's a perfect circle. And I would say almost three-quarters of an inch in diameter.
Ryunosuke:
(Rather like something else we've been talking about recently, in fact.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, it's this part of the soap you need to show to the court!
Present circular depression
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"You have to turn over the soap to see what I mean."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I would ask the court to look closely just here.
Metermann:
I'm lookin' closely...and it's still soap!
Altamont:
I'm not sure why you think it bears any resemblance to a coin at all. It's not the right size or shape, is it?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! I think your finger must have slipped!
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Let's say that! It, it is soap after all... My Lord, I believe I may have inadvertently misled the court. I request permission to try again!
Judge:
Yes, and wash your hands of that rather sorry answer.
Leads back to:
"What's so important about the soap...is this part here!"
Ryunosuke:
You have to turn over the soap to see what I mean.
Altamont:
Ah! Are you referring to that round depression in the middle of the soap there?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. A depression that's approximately three-quarters of an inch in diameter. Or in other words, almost exactly the same size as a thruppenny bit.
Metermann:
GET AWAY!
Judge:
Does anyone here present have in their possession a thruppenny bit? Quickly now! Hand over your coins, ladies and gentlemen!
Susato:
It sounds rather like a highway robbery, doesn't it?
Judge:
Thanks to a kind member of the public in the gallery, I have here a thruppenny bit. Now, to see if it fits... ......... My word! It couldn't be more snug!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, as I suspected... This, without a doubt, is a vital clue to explain how the Altamont Gas Company is being defrauded!
Altamont:
Well! I don't believe it!
Van Zieks:
So...your assertion amounts to what? That some inferior bar of soap has a tentative connection to the theft of gas?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! The depression in the soap was clearly made by a thruppenny bit.
Judge:
I must concur at least, that pushing a coin with some force into a poor-quality bar of soap such as this... ...is a remarkably simple way of replicating the coin's shape.
Metermann:
And then you could use...well, some melted wax or somethin' to pour into the mould... You could make fake coins in no time!
Ryunosuke:
(This brings all the pieces of the puzzle together. It's the method Mr Shamspeare has been using to steal the gas... That's the missing link! And now if I follow the chain of thought... ...it's going to bring me to a new explanation for what happened that nobody's considered yet!)
Altamont:
But...this is all nonsense! If the man had been making fake coins, my worker here would have found them when he emptied the meter!
Judge:
Quite true, Lady Altamont. In the absence of some black magic that could make them disappear...
Van Zieks:
......... I see. That's what we're dealing with, is it? There is one form of 'black magic' that could cause the fake coins to disappear into thin air, yes.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. And the meter here gives it away.
Altamont:
What on earth...?
Ryunosuke:
There are remnants of the 'magical' method used visible on the gas meter taken from the victim's room!
Judge:
If that is your assertion, Counsel, the defence will identify these remnants for the court at once! Where on the meter can the remnants of the method used to make the fake coins disappear be seen?
Examine padlock
Ryunosuke:
This...is quite...a tough...padlock...
Susato:
Um...what are you doing, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh. I was just seeing if it was possible to force it open.
Susato:
...If you break it, I'm afraid you'll be forced to pay a fine.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no! Whew, that was close then! Perhaps tell me a little sooner next time...?
Examine hole on bottom
Ryunosuke:
There's this little hole in the bottom of the meter here, isn't there? And it looks as though it was made by somebody who didn't really have the right tools...
Susato:
It does actually go all the way through to the inside. Though it's hard to see that unless you look closely. In fact...it goes right into the part of the meter where the money ends up!
Ryunosuke:
Hm... I suppose it's nothing, then.
Susato:
Oh?
Ryunosuke:
Well you couldn't possibly extract a coin through such a small hole, could you?
Susato:
...No, I suppose not.
Ryunosuke:
(But then the question remains: why would somebody go to the effort of making a hole here?)
Examine rest of gas meter
Ryunosuke:
It sounds like the gasman didn't find a single coin inside this meter.
Susato:
But no one could survive a London winter without gas lamps...and certainly not without a gas stove.
Ryunosuke:
How does it go? 'Out, out, brief candle...' or something like that?
Susato:
Perhaps it's the same kind of spell that Mr Shamspeare has been using to make the coins come 'out'?
Ryunosuke:
Magic or not, there must be some trace of the method he used on this meter somewhere... (We need to look over it very, very carefully...)
Present hole on bottom
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"We found this bar of soap at the scene of the crime, just outside the victim's window."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The answer is right here! Clearly, this is highly suspicious!
Judge:
...A rather vague answer, wouldn't you say, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
What is highly suspicious, I would posit, is my learned Nipponese friend's panic-stricken expression.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
I don't claim to know much of the backwater from whence you hail... ...but I hear that the Nipponese are wont to cut open their stomachs when they recognise their failings. Please...don't hold back on our account.
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAH!
Judge:
I assume the Japanese, like the British, have but one stomach? Might I suggest no more failings, Counsel? Consider your response carefully before trying again.
Leads back to:
"Where on the meter can the remnants of the method used to make the fake coins disappear be seen?"
Ryunosuke:
We found this bar of soap at the scene of the crime, just outside the victim's window.
Metermann:
Outside...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, outside, where you yourself, Mr Metermann, were loitering...in the freezing winter air. That's where we found this soap.
Metermann:
Ah! I get it!
Ryunosuke:
That's right. The answer, of course...is ice.
Judge:
Did you say...ice?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Shamspeare has been leaving soaps like this outside his window each evening, filled with water. After a night outside in the bitter cold, the water is completely frozen solid the next morning.
Van Zieks:
Then he takes his fake coins of ice and feeds them into the gas meter, giving him light and warmth in spades. As his room becomes very comfortably warm, the ice now inside the meter's coin box...melts...
Ryunosuke:
...Turning back into water... ...and draining harmlessly away through the small hole made in the underside of the meter. That is how, without leaving any evidence of his wrongdoing, this man has been stealing Altamont gas!
Altamont:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
.........
Altamont:
Just like that... So simply... Is, is he trying to make us look like idiots? He's been fooling us all with some bars of soap and some water?
Ryunosuke:
That's right, madam.
Altamont:
I don't believe it! It can't be true! Do you have any idea how much money we spent to develop that new meter? And now you have the audacity to suggest...that a bit of soap and some water can render it totally useless?
Ryunosuke:
I'm fairly sure I didn't design it...
Altamont:
...Evidence!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Altamont:
I want evidence! If you're going to stand here and tell me our meters are rubbish, I want to see proof!
Susato:
...She's very good at enforcing accountability, isn't she?
Ryunosuke:
Very well, Lady Altamont. If you'd like evidence, I'll provide it.
Altamont:
What?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Are, are you saying...you do actually have evidence to support this theory?!
Ryunosuke:
(I did notice a trace of something that bothered me a little at the time. And I have a feeling that this theory we've come up with now could explain it.) The piece of evidence that substantiates the theory about how Mr Shamspeare has been stealing gas is...
Present Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This is a photograph of the scene at the point when the victim was discovered, taken by Inspector Gregson."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
You intend to use this evidence to convince the court of Mr Shamspeare's scheme, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Um...yes... That was my plan, My Lord!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Your eyes are darting around like little fish!
Van Zieks:
Little fish, otherwise known as small fry. And small fry, I find, are quickly polished off!
Ryunosuke:
(Have I just been devoured by the prosecution...?)
Susato:
If Mr Shamspeare made coins out of ice... ...wouldn't there perhaps be some trace of that at the scene? In his room, I mean...
Ryunosuke:
(At the scene... Yes, that's true. Let me have another look through the Court Record...)
Leads back to:
"The piece of evidence that substantiates the theory about how Mr Shamspeare has been stealing gas is..."
Ryunosuke:
This is a photograph of the scene at the point when the victim was discovered, taken by Inspector Gregson. And it clearly shows the remnants of the crime carried out by Mr Shamspeare!
Van Zieks:
What remnants?
Ryunosuke:
Here you can see the gas meter on the wall in Mr Shamspeare's room. Now...look closely at the floorboards directly underneath the meter.
Altamont:
What, what is that? Some kind of grubby stain...
Ryunosuke:
Almost certainly...it's a water stain resulting from the liquid that drained out of the hole made in the meter.
Altamont:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
If one coin gives around two hours of gas usage, and the occupant was heating his room in all his waking hours... ...we can imagine he would have used around ten of his fake coins each day. The melting ice inside the meter's coin box would have been dripping out almost constantly... ...leaving a stain on the floor.
Altamont:
This, this is awful...
Ryunosuke:
And there's further evidence, too. Mr Shamspeare is slumped over the table, apparently having consumed strychnine. And right there next to him...is a bar of soap, broken in half.
Altamont:
You're right...
Judge:
It would appear to me then, Counsel... ...that the man was eating the soap, was he?
Van Zieks:
Pardon me for disagreeing with Your Lordship, but... ...certainly not.
Susato:
He didn't beat about the bush there, did he?
Ryunosuke:
In truth... ...Mr Shamspeare was found with a fork in his hand.
Judge:
A meal of soap is sounding increasingly likely, Lord van Zieks...
Metermann:
D'you mean to say...? He was using the fork to...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. To extract a frozen coin from the bar of soap.
Altamont:
Ah!
Susato:
But the bar broke in half... ...so perhaps it didn't go very well.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
L-Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
I was throwing my hand up in despair... ...and happened to catch my hallowed bottle on the way. Pray, forgive my maladroit mistake.
Judge:
What is the meaning of this, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
Allow me to pose my learned friend a question: What exactly did you establish with your most recent cross-examination?
Ryunosuke:
Um...well...
Susato:
That Mr William Shamspeare is a liar and a thief. In other words...that his testimony is unreliable!
Ryunosuke:
That's it! That's exactly it!
Van Zieks:
Very well, let us assume the man is a liar. Now allow me to pose another question: What possible difference does that make?
Ryunosuke:
Well...
Van Zieks:
We know that suicide can be discounted. Scotland Yard's investigation revealed no sign of another vessel that contained poison.
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Van Zieks:
And on the night in question, there were no visitors to the room except the accused. The young gasman's testimony, which we have no reason to doubt, has confirmed that.
Juror No. 3:
...!
Altamont:
...!
Van Zieks:
Furthermore...the only possible way the poison could have entered the victim's body is via the tea. The court has seen no evidence whatsoever that suggests otherwise.
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Van Zieks:
Even if William Shamspeare is the liar you claim him to be... ...these facts have been objectively established. There's no escaping it!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
Therefore, in light of these facts... ...the prosecution calls for immediate adjudication!
Ryunosuke:
Y-You......... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Well, Counsel? How does the defence respond?
Susato:
M-Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(What was the point of that last cross-examination? Did it actually get us anywhere? Or did it make no difference at all, like Lord van Zieks is saying?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"No! This isn't over!"
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(Everything is up in the air at the moment. Perhaps I should just wait and see what happens next.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! This no time [sic] to sit back and watch how the trial unfolds! We have to make our own way forward!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Susato:
A fledgling idea will never flourish into a mature argument that's able to win over the jury... ...unless it's nurtured with some carefully chosen rhetoric.
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san... I feel like your rhetoric is more carefully chosen than anyone's sometimes...)
Van Zieks:
...It seems your argument has run its course...to nowhere.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"No! This isn't over!"
Ryunosuke:
No! This isn't over! The defence will not rest!
Van Zieks:
What?
Judge:
But, Counsel, you've successfully explained everything! You've identified and substantiated the unscrupulous method employed by Mr Shamspeare to consume gas. What more is there to discuss?
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks just highlighted three 'facts' in order to make his point. But contrary to what he would have the court believe, not all of them have been objectively established at all!
Van Zieks:
What are you trying to say, my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
At least one of those so-called facts is an assumption, made due to a lack of evidence.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
But the situation has changed now following the cross-examination of the latest witnesses to take the stand.
Van Zieks:
Don't be absurd! What is this nonsense?!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, when you bring everything we've learnt so far together and consider it as a whole, it's clear... There's a question that we now need to consider. Namely...)
Was someone else responsible?
Ryunosuke:
What if it was somebody else entirely who poisoned the victim?
Van Zieks:
If that's your assertion, by all means, tell us who it was.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, um... Well...
Judge:
Well? Who was this mysterious third party, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I, I think it's a little too soon to be naming names, My Lord.
Van Zieks:
On the contrary... ...it's a little too late. Much like your defence.
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAH! (But we've shown so much... The situation has changed, I'm sure of it. Mr Shamspeare was trying to make more ice coins on the night in question. I really feel like that's a clue here. That it's pointing us towards something else.)
Leads back to:
"There's a question that we now need to consider. Namely..."
Was there another visitor?
Ryunosuke:
What if the victim did in fact have another visitor besides Mr Natsume?
Van Zieks:
If that's your assertion, by all means, tell us who it was.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, um... Well...
Judge:
Well? Who was this mysterious third party, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I, I think it's a little too soon to be naming names, My Lord.
Van Zieks:
On the contrary... ...it's a little too late. Much like your defence.
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAH! (But we've shown so much... The situation has changed, I'm sure of it. Mr Shamspeare was trying to make more ice coins on the night in question. I really feel like that's a clue here. That it's pointing us towards something else.)
Leads back to:
"There's a question that we now need to consider. Namely..."
Was the poison in the tea?
Leads to:
"We've all been led to believe that the strychnine poison that afflicted Mr Shamspeare..."
Ryunosuke:
We've all been led to believe that the strychnine poison that afflicted Mr Shamspeare... ...was in the tea brought to him by Mr Natsume. But that's conjecture at best.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The victim has testified that nothing else passed his lips that night. There is no other possibility. And since there was no trace of the tea left at the scene, it couldn't be tested for traces of the poison.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
As I said, the situation has changed. Because in fact...some of Mr Natsume's tea WAS left at the scene! And a particular piece of evidence proves it!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
A ludicrous claim. Scotland Yard detectives investigated the scene exhaustively. What evidence are you suggesting they missed?
Judge:
The defence has made a bold claim indeed. Very well, Counsel... Present your proof! What evidence from the scene of the crime can tell us about the nature of the defendant's tea?
Present Bar of Soap
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Good gracious!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
What exactly is this piece of evidence supposed to reveal about Mr Natsume's tea, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Well...I suspect it may, possibly, be related to the tea in some small way...if we dig deep enough!
Van Zieks:
Then you will be digging for a very long time indeed, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Van Zieks:
Even at the bottom of the deepest chasm...you will find no sense in that absurd assertion!
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAAAAGH! (Ugh...sometimes I wish I could disappear down a deep chasm to escape his deep sarcasm.)
Judge:
Then I advise you to think more deeply before you answer again this time.
Leads back to:
"What evidence from the scene of the crime can tell us about the nature of the defendant's tea?"
Judge:
Good gracious! The soap again? The same bar the victim used to fashion his coins of ice?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right, My Lord. It's just come back to me. Something about when we first found this bar of soap at the scene yesterday.
Susato:
It's...more bars of soap!
Ryunosuke:
Soap? What are bars of soap doing lined up on a ledge outside the window?
Ryunosuke:
I'm quite certain that when we originally stumbled upon the bars of soap... ...there was actually a frozen coin in each bar.
Van Zieks:
So you discovered the gas thief's coin factory. Fascinating...
Examine evidence
Bar of Soap
Circular depression
Ryunosuke:
The soap is looking at me with one hollow, two-centimetre-wide eye...
Susato:
How poetic, Mr Naruhodo! All the literary references we've been hearing are starting to rub off, I think!
Ryunosuke:
Really, whoever would have thought of using this depression to make coins of ice?!
Susato:
It was clearly one of those ice coins that was in the soap when we first found it, wasn't it? Although...it was a sort of reddish colour, I seem to remember...
Ryunosuke:
In a way, yes. But there's more. The coins we found in the soap at the time weren't normal ice.
Judge:
There, there was something strange about them, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. Something very obviously strange. They were red.
Van Zieks:
The ice...was red? No... You mean...?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. It's obvious to me now. The fake coins in the soap...were made from frozen tea!
Van Zieks:
...!
WHAAAAAAAT?!
Ryunosuke:
I would remind the court of a statement made by Mr Natsume earlier in this trial...
Soseki:
That evening, yes...I did take some freshly brewed tea with me when I visited Mr Shamspeare's room, as a gift. The public water pump outside always freezes at night, so I bought bottled water especially to make it. And this is the result! Never will I touch tea again! Never!
Judge:
Ah yes. I believe there had been a snowfall that day. It was particularly cold. Sadly on such occasions, the poorly constructed water mains in the East End are prone to freezing.
Ryunosuke:
So on the night in question, Mr Shamspeare, having no running water to use... ...was forced to use the tea brought by Mr Natsume in order to make his fake coins!
Judge:
My word!
Ryunosuke:
There were two bars of soap on the window ledge when my judicial assistant and I investigated the scene.
Susato:
That's right. And we only borrowed one of them.
Ryunosuke:
Which means...that even as we speak, some of the defendant's tea is still present at the scene of the crime... ...frozen solid in a bar of soap outside Mr Shamspeare's window!
Judge:
Extraordinary!
Ryunosuke:
Earlier today, Inspector Gregson informed the court... ...that if even one drop of the tea remained, Scotland Yard would be able to analyse it for poison. As such, we are now in a position to prove or disprove what has until now been mere conjecture... ...by finding out for sure whether or not Mr Natsume's tea actually contained strychnine at all!
Van Zieks:
Argh! You...smug Nipponese...!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord, we cannot do the defendant the injustice of passing judgement now! The police should be dispatched to recover the remaining bar of soap from the scene at once! And the defence requests a thorough analysis of the frozen tea embedded in it... ...to determine whether or not it contains any poison!
Judge:
Bailiff! Bailiff! Instruct the police to attend the scene at once!
Bailiff:
Yes, My Lord! Understood!
Judge:
It would seem we have no choice but to suspend these proceedings for the time being. I trust you have no objection, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
None, My Lord.
Judge:
Scotland Yard will recover the tea from the scene and carry out the requisite tests immediately. The trial will resume at the same hour tomorrow. The prosecution and defence may conduct further investigations as appropriate in the interim.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Well... ...we managed to scrape through there somehow.)
Judge:
Thank you, Counsels. Court is adjourned until tomorrow!
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That last statement was contradictory in a number of ways, I think you'll find!
Judge:
In a number of ways, you say?
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. In a number of ways!
Judge:
Perhaps it would serve you well to concentrate your efforts on one contradiction at a time, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I made a bit of a mess of that. In a number of ways, actually.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The witness's last statement is clearly contradictory when you consider this piece of evidence here! Yes! Undeniably!
Judge:
You say it's undeniable, Counsel, but I fail to see any contradiction here at all.
Ryunosuke:
......... I think perhaps that itself is the contradiction.
Judge:
...Indeed.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Time for a rethink...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! There are clearly grounds for being suspicious of that last statement!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but I fail to see why.
Ryunosuke:
Well, you know...I was just playing devil's advocate!
Judge:
...Yes. You do appear to have something of the devil in you, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Says the man merrily dishing out penalties...)
Pit incorrect juror statements during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are fundamentally at odds with one another.
Juror No. 1:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
My Lord! As foreman of the jury, I must object!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Juror No. 1:
Being their leader, it's my duty to stand up for all jurors here present. And stand up for them I will!
Judge:
I concur with the foreman. Counsel, I warn you, I shan't abide any pettifoggery!
Juror No. 1:
Until you've got your facts straight...keep your pointy fingers to yourself!
Ryunosuke:
I, I thought I did...
Susato:
We're trying to find inconsistencies in these jurors' statements, Mr Naruhodo. The key to it is comparing the different things they say before attempting to pit them against one another.
Ryunosuke:
...Alright. I'll have another go!
Too many penalties
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel, that will do! I've seen enough. According to the powers vested in me by Her Majesty the Queen, I declare no further examination necessary. I believe the court has been presented with more than enough evidence to pass judgement. As such, I shall be requesting the final decisions of the members of the jury. Are you all ready, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
We're all ready, My Lord.
Judge:
Very good. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will announce your findings to the court in turn, please.
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
Mr Soseki Natsume, in accordance with the findings of this court, I pronounce you...
Guilty
Judge:
I applaud the jurors for doing their civic duty and for finding a swift resolution to this matter. That is all. Court is adjourned!
The Memoirs of the Clouded Kokoro
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22nd February, 1:11 p.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Ryunosuke:
Whew. We made it back in one piece...just. To be perfectly honest, I thought we were finished there for a while.
Susato:
Oh, I know. What a lot of close shaves. There are so many carriages on the streets of London, you were very nearly flattened several times.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...no...I didn't mean that.
Susato:
Yes, I know. It was a marvellous defence, Naruhodo-san, it really was. I was in awe of you!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...thank you.
Susato:
And now that your fervent exploits have won us some more precious investigation time... ...let's see if we can't find some new clues for court tomorrow!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Let's do that! .........
Susato:
Everything alright?
Ryunosuke:
I suppose...I still can't quite believe it, that's all. That I'm here in England working as a lawyer, I mean. In the Old Bailey, no less.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(The truth is, it shouldn't be me, should it? It should be him standing in my shoes. It should be Kazuma.)
Susato:
...It was Kazuma-sama's wish that you follow him to Great Britain and work alongside him.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. I mean, I never had the chance to ask him exactly why, but...he clearly had a plan. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him.
Susato:
And you're doing wonderfully, Naruhodo-san! I've no doubt that Kazuma-sama would say exactly the same if he were here with us.
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you, Susato-san. Thank you.
Converse
Today's trial
Ryunosuke:
It was quite a shock earlier today, wasn't it? When the victim himself turned up in court and took the stand.
Susato:
I know...
Ryunosuke:
Not only that, but then finding out that he is actually a barefaced gas thief as well!
Susato:
Yes...that was certainly a surprise to us all. For a while, it seemed as though everyone had quite forgotten about Soseki-san poisoning the tea.
Ryunosuke:
Careful of your phrasing, Susato-san! He didn't poison anything! (And there's more to this Mr Shamspeare than we yet know, I'm sure of it...)
Susato:
Mr Shamspeare certainly wasn't the noble, upstanding man everyone thought he was at first.
Ryunosuke:
What's become of him, actually?
Susato:
I was told that he'd be returning to the hospital ward where he was receiving treatment.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, which one is that?
Susato:
Let me see... Ah yes, he's at St Bartholomew's. Or Barts as Londoners call it.
Ryunosuke:
We know that place, don't we?
Susato:
Yes, we visited Miss Green there yesterday. It's the same hospital to which she was taken.
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, after Soseki-san stabbed her in the back.
Susato:
Do be careful of your phrasing, Naruhodo-san! He didn't stab anyone!
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps we both owe Soseki-san an apology. (St Bartholomew's... Yes, we should probably visit the hospital later.)
What next?
Ryunosuke:
So...we know that Soseki-san took tea to the victim on the night in question. But as he isn't the culprit, then obviously...
Susato:
Yes. The poison surely wasn't in the tea.
Ryunosuke:
But if that's the case... (...how on earth did the poison get into Mr Shamspeare's body?)
Susato:
I'm sure we'll find a clue at the scene. There must be something in Mr Shamspeare's room that will help solve the mystery.
Ryunosuke:
Well, naturally Scotland Yard detectives have been over the place already. But it couldn't hurt for us to have another look around, I think.
Susato:
Definitely! And I'm desperate to know the outcome of the investigation into the tea left in the bar of soap.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, if we run into Inspector Gregson, we could ask him about that.)
Kazuma's wishes
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma Asogi... The best friend I ever had... And a lawyer with such promise. He really saved my bacon in that horrible incident just before we left Japan. I can still picture him now, looking so fierce and determined in court. And then after the trial, that crazy idea he came up with...)
Ryunosuke:
As a stowaway?!
Kazuma:
Yes, you can fit inside my trunk if you curl up small enough, I'm sure. No one will know.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...won't you tell me why? Why go to these lengths so that I can accompany you to Great Britain?
Kazuma:
Well, it's been on my mind ever since we got through that trial. That you really ought to go into law. Be a defence lawyer. You've got a natural talent for it. Believe me. I guarantee it.
Ryunosuke:
But I've never even thought about becoming a lawyer.
Kazuma:
Well...I can't force you, obviously. You'll have to decide for yourself. But anyway, London is the cultural capital of the world. The city at the forefront of everything. It can't hurt for you to see it with your own eyes.
Ryunosuke:
No, that's true.
Kazuma:
I suppose, though... ...if you were to become a lawyer, then one day... .........
Ryunosuke:
One day what?
Kazuma:
...Oh, no, never mind.
Ryunosuke:
...?
Susato:
Naruhodo-san?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about Kazuma.
Susato:
Yes... He's forever in my thoughts, too. To change the Japanese judicial system for the better... That was his dream. And that's why he so desperately wanted to come to Great Britain to study, of course.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. But...
Susato:
...? Yes?
Ryunosuke:
I do wonder if his true intentions lay elsewhere sometimes. I don't know. The thought just takes hold of me every now and then, that's all.
Kazuma's true intentions (appears after "Kazuma's wishes")
Susato:
Naruhodo-san, what do you mean by Kazuma-sama's 'true intentions'?
Ryunosuke:
......... I mean this.
Susato:
...His katana?
Ryunosuke:
I never expected to inherit this sword after Kazuma passed away of course.
Susato:
No, I know. It was because I asked you to take it...
Ryunosuke:
When I have it at my side in court, I feel as though...it gives me courage.
Susato:
Yes...
Ryunosuke:
Actually, the night before he died, he told me a little about the sword.
Ryunosuke:
...'Karuma'?
Kazuma:
That's right. It's a prized sword that's been passed down through generations of the Asogi clan. A Japanese man's sword is his soul, Ryunosuke. I can't be parted from my katana. Karuma guides me. I truly believe that.
Ryunosuke:
So its name compels its wielder to slice evil in two? Not that you would need much compelling...
Kazuma:
On that subject... ...there's something very important that I have to do in Great Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Something you have to do?
Kazuma:
...Yes. I'd appreciate you seeing it through with me.
Ryunosuke:
Of, of course I will. Whatever it is, I'll see it through to the end with you.
Kazuma:
...I knew you wouldn't let me down.
Susato:
What did he mean by 'something very important that I have to do'?
Ryunosuke:
I had hoped that the answer to that question would become apparent when we arrived here, but... ...as yet I've not found a single clue.
Susato:
I see...
Present
Gas Meter
Susato:
Unless you put coins in this meter, of course, it won't give you any gas.
Ryunosuke:
The British have some really chilling inventions, don't they?
Susato:
Sorry?
Ryunosuke:
Well, you could die on a cold winter's night if you weren't able to light your stove.
Susato:
I suppose in a way, one little coin could be the difference between life and death...
Ryunosuke:
Personally, I'd break the meter and find a way to light the stove somehow.
Susato:
Oh no! The meter might explode if you were to tamper with it, Naruhodo-san!
Ryunosuke:
......... The gas companies have it all buttoned up, don't they?
22nd February
Mr and Mrs Garrideb's Room
Susato:
Mr Garrideb appears to be out.
Ryunosuke:
Hm, oh well. I suppose we'll just have to come back again later.
Examine
Anything
Ryunosuke:
(...We probably shouldn't poke around in here whilst Mr Garrideb is out...)
22nd February
St Bartholomew's Hospital, Recovery Ward
Susato:
...What do you suppose is happening? It sounds like some sort of disturbance...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I hear angry voices...
Shamspeare:
Be not angry, o ample lady! Verily, thou art mistaken.
Green:
Mistaken, my foot! You were looking! You were looking at my painting!
Shamspeare:
'The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen...' 'Twas foul indeed, the poison that moustached villain gaveth me! Forgive me, lady!
Green:
I wish that you'd died from that poison!
Shamspeare:
God-a-mercy, ample lady! But thou seest, I have vigour still! Behold, my Shamspeare dance!
Susato:
...This looks rather ominous, doesn't it?
Shamspeare:
Ah... Lo, 'tis the lawyer from the land whence riseth the sun! How now?
Ryunosuke:
Um, what are you doing here, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
Marry, I do believe I am return'd unto another ward!
Green:
He was looking, that's what he was doing! Looking at my terrible work!
Shamspeare:
......... Eastern fellow, so dark yclad... ...faith, thy work in court this morning was wonderful. I do applaud thee!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well...thank you.
Shamspeare:
But! That doesn't mean things will go so wonderfully for you tomorrow, does it?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Shamspeare:
...Anon, exeunt!
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Shamspeare might technically be the victim in this case... ...but there's definitely a lot more to it than that. It's very hard to pin the man down.)
Green:
I'm so sorry. I'm such an awful person.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, Miss Green. Is everything alright?
Green:
Oh...yes...I mean, don't worry about me. They're about to discharge me, so...I must get ready to leave now.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see.
Susato:
We're delighted that you'll soon be well enough to go home, Miss Green.
Green:
Oh dear, you're too kind. I, I don't deserve it.
Examine
Olive Green
Ryunosuke:
So, are you feeling more like yourself today, Miss Green?
Green:
I am. ...Thank you. I mean, people do recover from ordeals like this, don't they? Even people like me...
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes...it really was an ordeal, wasn't it?
Green:
As far as I'm concerned, I was just walking along in the snow one evening, minding my own business. And then, completely out of the blue, I was struck in the back by a knife and collapsed unconscious for days. Of course, when I finally woke up again yesterday, the whole business had been cleared up already.
Susato:
What a terrible week it's been for you.
Green:
Oh no. I'm sure I'm very lucky, really. I'll look back on this fondly.
Ryunosuke:
(Really?)
Green:
Anyway, I must be getting my things together now so I'm ready to be discharged.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, of course. Sorry to take up your time when you're obviously busy.
22nd February
Sholmes's Suite
Iris:
Oh, Runo! And Susie! Hurray! You're back!
Susato:
Hello, Iris. You're in fine spirits as always, I see.
Iris:
I am! And you look as immaculately presented as ever, Susie!
Susato:
Oh! You flatter me!
Iris:
Well, you couldn't have come at a better time! I've just made a pot of tea. I'll set some cups.
Ryunosuke:
Really? Thanks, Iris. (But actually... ...what is that foul smell?)
Sholmes:
Ah-ha! The wanderers return at last! Where on earth have the pair of you been?
Ryunosuke:
Um...we've been in court?
Sholmes:
Oh! For Mr Moustache's case? That was today, was it?
Susato:
I'm sure I mentioned it only yesterday, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
I'm sure you think you did. Ah ha ha ha ha hah! ...Well, we can laugh about it now! So tell me...how did the trial go?
Ryunosuke:
Reasonably well so far. We've managed to escape without a guilty verdict at least.
Sholmes:
Really? I would have liked to see it. And I must pass the time of day with Mr Reaper again. It's been too long.
Ryunosuke:
Is Lord van Zieks an acquaintance, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Naturally. There's not a person in the world who doesn't know my name, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Not quite what I asked, but still...)
Susato:
Mr Sholmes...whatever is that odour?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, what is it? It's faint, but...absolutely awful!
Sholmes:
Ah, indeed! That's the scent of victory, my dear fellows! Victory in science!
Susato:
Oh dear...
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, I'll bite. What's he up to now...?)
Converse
Lord van Zieks
Sholmes:
Lord Barok van Zieks... Yes, it's an interesting sobriquet he has, isn't it? The Reaper of the Bailey. Once the legendary prosecutor has fought for someone's conviction, that person is doomed. Even if he or she is found not guilty by the courts, sooner or later the hapless soul will vanish from the capital.
Ryunosuke:
But vanish how exactly?
Sholmes:
By falling under a passing carriage, or drowning in the Thames... ...or succumbing to a sudden fever, or, quite out of the blue, being set upon by a highwayman. There are numerous routes to one's final terminus, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
...It all seems a little far-fetched, really.
Sholmes:
Well, on the bright side, Mr Moustache is fighting fit...for the time being, at least.
Ryunosuke:
...That's not overly reassuring.
Susato:
If the rumours are true, though, the obvious conclusion... ...would surely be that those acquitted are, well...by Lord van Zieks's own hand...
Sholmes:
As it happens, Miss Susato, that is quite impossible.
Susato:
Oh? Why?
Sholmes:
Naturally, the man very quickly came under such suspicion. However, whenever these incidents occurred, the Reaper always had a cast-iron alibi.
Ryunosuke:
R-Really?
Sholmes:
And so his reign continued. But five years ago... ...he vanished from the courts, never to appear as a prosecutor again. That is, until you arrived in the country, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, so I've heard. (In fact, it was the very day I arrived, when I was thrust into that trial at the Old Bailey. That bitter fight to the death coincided with the Reaper's resurrection... ...and really did end bitterly indeed.)
Sholmes:
And here you are, facing Mr Reaper again.
Iris:
Poor Runo. I don't know if you're just incredibly unlucky... ...or incredibly unlikeable.
Ryunosuke:
I, I think it goes deeper than just me. I sense a general loathing... ...of all Japanese people.
Iris:
...!
Foul smell
Ryunosuke:
So...what is that...indescribably foul smell?
Sholmes:
Ah, well... Most probably this, I would say.
Ryunosuke:
...What is that?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow! It is, of course, my latest invention! A chemical test that can identify whether or not a tea is genuine at the drop of...some tea.
Susato:
Oh my!
Sholmes:
There are some unscrupulous sorts manning the stalls along some of London's less-frequented streets. They regularly sell what purports to be high-quality tea, but is in fact merely dyed leaves of drab flavour.
Ryunosuke:
Well...that's certainly unsavoury behaviour.
Sholmes:
So...when one is presented with what appears to be black tea, one must be careful. ...Iris!
Iris:
At the ready, Hurley!
Sholmes:
Let us add a drop of my chemical to this cup of tea here. ...Do you see what happens?
Ryunosuke:
It's turned completely black!
Susato:
And what a foul odour it's giving off!
Sholmes:
Indeed. The blacker the tea becomes, and the more foul the odour...the better the tea is! It would appear that this cup was a particularly fine Darjeeling.
Ryunosuke:
That's...very ingenious. ...But what do you do with that black liquid now?
Sholmes:
Why, dispose of it, naturally. Surely you wouldn't like to drink it...would you?
Susato:
There...does seem to be a rather obvious problem with your new invention, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Hence why this chemical test is merely a 'test', my dear madam.
Ryunosuke:
(Riiight...)
Sholmes:
The point is, we are entering a new era of science. In the world of criminal investigation, also.
Susato:
Yes! Forensic science! Oh, these are such exciting times!
Sholmes:
I regularly engage in this scientific experimentation alongside my unofficial consulting detective work. The 'Herlock Sholmes Method' will be the foundation upon which modern investigative technique is based. This little tea indicant was a happy by-product of my ongoing forensic science research.
Ryunosuke:
(Forensic science...? I suppose I should find out more about that...)
Japanese people (appears after "Lord van Zieks")
Ryunosuke:
With Mr Natsume, who I'm currently defending, being Japanese as well as Miss Susato and myself... ...I felt it even more keenly in court today. For some reason, Lord van Zieks seems to have...an inherent disdain of the Japanese.
Sholmes:
Indeed... It is an interesting observation.
Susato:
...Do you know something about it? Do you, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
......... It was about ten years ago that Barok van Zieks chose to enter the legal profession. However...before that time... ...the young man's closest companion... ...hailed from the Empire of Japan.
Susato:
No!
Ryunosuke:
What the...?! Tell us more, Mr Sholmes! What happened?!
Sholmes:
......... I believe I've made it clear before... I'm unable to tell you anything about the affair.
Susato:
Oh, but...
Sholmes:
......... The veil will be lifted on the events of the past in due course, I have no doubt. For now, however, it is Mr Moustache who is most deserving of your attention, I believe.
Forensic science (appears after "Foul smell")
Ryunosuke:
So, your 'tea test'... Is that an example of forensic science?
Sholmes:
Indeed it is. An essential tool in cases that hinge on the knowledge of whether some tea is of high or inferior quality.
Ryunosuke:
...Not a huge number of cases, then.
Sholmes:
Perhaps a more practical example is required. ...Fingerprints? Not yet accepted in our courts as evidence, I might add! Really, we are dragging our heels there.
Ryunosuke:
(I hadn't even heard of them until recently...)
Sholmes:
Which is partly why I undertake research in this field myself, of course.
Susato:
Does that mean you're studying fingerprints, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
There are others in that field already. And I abhor the company of inferior minds. No, what I am researching is skin prints!
Ryunosuke:
Skin prints?
Sholmes:
A nomenclature of my own design, as is this chemical agent that makes it possible. It instantly reveals objects touched by whichever person is under investigation.
Susato:
Brilliant, Mr Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
(...As long as it doesn't turn everything completely odorous and black.)
Sholmes:
I assure you, my dear fellows, you will witness my forensic talents in action very soon indeed!
Present
Pair of Teacups
Sholmes:
Ah yes, the crockery of the failed thespian and the mustachioed bookworm.
Ryunosuke:
His name is Mr Soseki Natsume. You really should try to remember it.
Sholmes:
You're right. After all, I've entrapped the man twice now. Yes, the deeply malicious bookworm has a deeply malicious moustache.
Susato:
Oh dear, I'm not sure about that. A deeply misfortunate moustache, perhaps...
Sholmes:
That too. The moustache is indeed misfortunate. But only because it is malicious!
Susato:
Oh, what wonderful reasoning, Mr Sholmes! You've won me over yet again!
Bar of Soap
Ryunosuke:
I believe...you tried to eat some soap once, didn't you?
Sholmes:
True, yes. I had a theory that it may cleanse the inside of my digestive system, you see.
Ryunosuke:
...Was it particularly dirty, do you think?
Sholmes:
Indeed it was. For I had mistakenly imbibed some ink at the time, assuming it to be coffee. 'I must cleanse at once,' I thought to myself. Quite logically, of course.
Ryunosuke:
...Only you could have an anecdote about swallowing soap.
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes, about this...
Sholmes:
Dull.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
If you will produce such dull items with such a dull countenance, you must expect a dull response. At the very least, you could do something about your face, my dear fellow. I crave visual stimulation!
Ryunosuke:
Um...something like this?
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Indeed, that is quite the stimulation I desired!
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
Well, I think we should go back to the scene and see if we can uncover any new clues.
Iris:
That's the spirit, Runo! See you later!
Sholmes:
Yes, until later.
Ryunosuke:
No no, Mr Sholmes! We were thinking you'd come with us.
Sholmes:
You were?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Of course! You said so just a moment ago! You said we'd witness your forensic talents in action.
Sholmes:
Ah, yes. I do recall saying something along those lines. But you go on ahead. I shall be sure to follow you later...in all likelihood. ...Probably. ...Maybe. ...Well, I might.
Ryunosuke:
...Your commitment astounds me.
Susato:
Oh, thank you, Mr Sholmes! We'll eagerly await your arrival!
Iris:
Bye-bye, Runo! Bye, Susie!
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes seems to be making funny faces at something on his desk... I thought he said he was going to come with us to Mr Shamspeare's room.
Susato:
No doubt he's preparing something, Mr Naruhodo. Something amazing!
Sholmes:
...Zzz...
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
And he's doing it whilst asleep! Is there no limit to the man's talents?!
22nd February
Mr Natsume's Lodgings, Ground Floor
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Hello again, Inspector Gregson.
Gregson:
What are you doin' here?
Ryunosuke:
Erm, well...we were hoping to have another look around, actually.
Susato:
The lawyer representing the defendant has a right to examine the scene, as I'm sure you're aware.
Gregson:
Yeah, I know the score.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes, one other thing... The soap on the ledge outside the window. Did you find it? With the tea in it?
Gregson:
Yeah, we found it alright. And there was a small amount of tea in it, as you said.
Ryunosuke:
(I knew it!)
Gregson:
It's with the identification section at the Yard now. They're lookin' into it. The results should be available later today.
Susato:
That's wonderful news! Thank you!
Gregson:
......... Pretty impressive performance in court this mornin'.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
Nothin'! Forget it! Just make sure you don't disturb anythin' in here!
Examine
Tobias Gregson
Susato:
Are you looking for new clues, Inspector?
Gregson:
...On Lord van Zieks's orders, yeah. 'Don't come back till you've got somethin' for me,' he says! Tsk...
Susato:
Oh dear. Poor you...
Gregson:
Yeah, poor me! Because we've already searched every bleedin' nook and cranny in this place. I dunno what he expects, to be honest. Thank goodness for warm chips, is all I can say.
Ryunosuke:
(...Well, at least he's honest.)
Gas meter
Ryunosuke:
If you ran out of change, you wouldn't even have any light, let alone heat. For the needy, London's winters can be very harsh.
Susato:
That's true. But if you think about it... ...even the wealthy would find themselves freezing if they ran out of small change.
Ryunosuke:
London's winters can be very harsh for the forgetful, too, then. (Frankly, I'm starting to wonder if Susato-san and I are going to make it to spring...)
Susato:
That's true. We don't even have a meter at Baker Street, let alone a gas stove...
Ryunosuke:
Look how dark the stain on the floor is underneath the meter there.
Susato:
Yes, from all the water dripping out after the ice coins melted, as you established in court this morning.
Ryunosuke:
It's a very large and obvious stain, isn't it?
Susato:
Mr Shamspeare must have used an awful lot of ice coins, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
...It was an ingenious idea, I'll give him that.
Teacups
Ryunosuke:
Ah the ill-fated teacups from which the two men drank on the ill-fated night...
Susato:
During their heated literary debate, yes.
Ryunosuke:
Who's stronger, Romeo or Juliet? ...It sounds like it was quite a 'discussion'.
Susato:
Now I think of it, I'm sure that the two lovers in the play ended their lives with poison... .........
Ryunosuke:
That's fiction, Miss Susato; let's hope it stays that way.
Soap
Susato:
So it turns out that Mr Shamspeare wasn't eating the soap after all.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. The mystery of why he had it on a plate whilst holding a fork in his hand is solved.
Susato:
Yes. To prise his latest ice coin out of its mould. And in the process, he accidentally broke the bar of soap in two...
Ryunosuke:
It certainly was hard to imagine, let alone deduce.
Bricked-up window
Ryunosuke:
The sun never shines in this room, thanks to that depressing bricked-up window.
Susato:
Yet, with enough determination, you can always remove the bricks to set some soap outside, can't you?
Ryunosuke:
That sounds like a very wise life lesson, Miss Susato.
Susato:
...Only if you plan to follow a life of crime, Mr Naruhodo.
Herlock Sholmes (appears after clearing all Converse options in Sholmes's Suite)
Leads to:
"Mr Sholmes!"
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes! What are you up to over there?
Sholmes:
What a question, indeed! Was it not your good self who asked me to attend the scene?
Gregson:
Oi! What are you doin' there, Sholmes?
Sholmes:
'What are you up to over there?' 'What are you doing here?'... Dear me, once a great detective, one is always under scrutiny, it seems.
Susato:
Is now the time, Mr Sholmes? Are you about to show us your forensic talents in action as you promised?!
Sholmes:
With the greatest of pleasure, my dear madam!
Ryunosuke:
Um...what's all this?
Sholmes:
'All this' is precisely what you requested, Mr Naruhodo. Herlock Sholmes's sensational Skin Print Seeker gun! Moments ago, I took a sample from the teacup that was used by the victim.
Ryunosuke:
A sample? From Mr Shamspeare's cup?
Sholmes:
Each individual leaves microscopic secretions on everything he or she touches. A sample of those secretions is all I need to produce this... a refined indicator solution. By liberally spraying the room with this chemical... ...everything the victim touched is instantly revealed with the aid of these goggles. Here, try them out! There. Now, spray the chemical indicator about and all will be revealed?
Ryunosuke:
Spray? How, how do I do that exactly?
Sholmes:
A little press of [A / X / space] on the area you're interested in is all that's required. ...Like this!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Wh-What is that stuff? It's like fog!
Sholmes:
A suspension of the chemical indicator in a pressurised gas. It's the most efficient way to cover a large area. That was another invention I discovered incidentally whilst I was developing this idea.
Ryunosuke:
(As you do...)
Sholmes:
Go ahead! Try it, my dear fellow! We may learn something interesting about the victim's movements on the night in question.
Ryunosuke:
(Well...there's nothing to lose, I suppose... Let's explore!)
Spray chemical around painting
Ryunosuke:
Look! There are dozens of handprints here!
Sholmes:
So there are. A great many indeed. So much so that it's hard to make out any one individual print, in fact.
Susato:
Brrr... It sends a chill down my spine...
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps...he was leaning against the wall while he admired this picture?
Sholmes:
Unlikely, I would say. It's a rather dull scene, after all.
Susato:
And without wishing to state the obvious... ...you wouldn't generally admire a picture from such close quarters, I feel.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Very true, Miss Susato. (It's a bit of a mystery, then...)
Spray chemical around floor to right of table
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Look at all this here!
Sholmes:
Ah, yes. Interesting... A multitude of the victim's handprints.
Susato:
Why are there so many of them on the floor in this one spot?
Ryunosuke:
Ooh! Perhaps he had a bad fall just here?
Susato:
There's nothing obvious that he would have tripped over though, is there?
Sholmes:
Hm...I wonder... Personally, I often stumble when there's nothing obvious to trip over.
Susato:
...I think that's something only a great detective would do, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Well, this is quite a puzzle. Handprints all over the floor...
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, there's no obvious explanation...)
After spraying chemical around painting and floor to right of table:
Ryunosuke:
Well, we sprayed Mr Sholmes's amazing 'skin print' indicator all over this room, didn't we?
Susato:
We did. But there are...two places in particular that are of interest, I would say.
Ryunosuke:
The handprints on the floor there...and on the wall by the picture, you mean?
Susato:
Yes! And I think the floor warrants closer investigation! I won't be a moment... ......... Ah!
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Look here, Mr Naruhodo! One of the floorboards has popped out!
Ryunosuke:
One of the...? You mean... (It's a secret hiding place?!)
Sholmes:
Excellent work, Miss Susato! So...what do we have in here?
Gregson:
Oi! What are you lot doin'?
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson!
Gregson:
Stand aside right this minute! It's my job to investigate there!
Sholmes:
No need, Inspector. You continue to dig in to your portion of chips, whilst we dig around under the floor here.
Gregson:
Your fancy talk's puttin' me off my food anyway, Sholmes! A new bit of evidence is exactly what I need.
Ryunosuke:
(Wow, a secret hiding place under the floor! What a find!)
Susato:
It's not a hiding place you could make use of in Japan. I don't think I could lift a straw tatami mat...
Ryunosuke:
No, I know. But I never expected one of these wooden floorboards to move, either. It's got me wondering about the wall over there, too. Aren't you curious?
Susato:
Oh! I'll investigate at once! ......... There's nothing behind the picture, sadly. Only the wall.
Sholmes:
Hmmm... How disappointing.
Ryunosuke:
But then...how do you explain the handprints?
Susato:
...I really can't think why anyone would have been touching the wall over and over in one place like that.
*Click!* *Whir...*
Sholmes:
There you are. A print for you.
The photograph of the handprints on the wall has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Thank you very much! (His invention can make prints, too? Now then... ...I wonder if Inspector Gregson has found anything under the floor there...)
Sholmes:
I'm desperate to know!
Susato:
So am I!
Examine
Tobias Gregson
Leads to:
"I'd love to know if there's anything hidden underneath that floorboard there..."
Ryunosuke:
(I'd love to know if there's anything hidden underneath that floorboard there...)
Sholmes:
Allow me to ask Gregson now. After all, we're well acquainted. Inspector Gregson! Really, it's been too long!
Gregson:
...What is it, Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I thought perhaps you might show me what you've found there. Seeing as we're such good friends.
Gregson:
...We're not friends.
Sholmes:
...No, I...suppose not. A dismal failure!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I heard. (Ugh, I'd kill to know what was under that floorboard.)
Gregson:
......... Alright then, fair's fair.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Gregson:
You did discover the hidin' place, after all. I suppose I should at least fill you in.
Ryunosuke:
Really, Inspector? Thank you!
Sholmes:
Do it quickly, my dear fellow! If there's one thing I know about this man, it's that he blows with the wind! As fickle as the weather!
Gregson:
Oi! Stop makin' me out to be some kind of nut! There were three items under the floor there: a newspaper clippin', a photographic print and a tin box. Now...what do you want to know?
Newspaper clipping
Gregson:
Looks like this was cut out of the paper about three months ago. It's about a convict who got sick and died while he was servin' time up in Manchester.
Ryunosuke:
How terrible...
Gregson:
It made the headlines down here in London as well. The bloke had been sentenced to death, you see. But nature got him first...
Susato:
Oh my goodness! He'd committed a capital offense?
Gregson:
Man by the name of Selden. Nasty piece of work, into burglaries and murder. They say the hoard he'd knocked off was worth about a thousand pounds.
Ryunosuke:
A hoard? Of treasure, you mean?
Gregson:
Jewellery and the like. But he'd hidden it somewhere, and no one knows where. And now he's dead. The papers loved it, of course. 'A Thousand Pounds Lost En Route to Hell!' or some such was the headline.
Sholmes:
Does it not strike you, though? Why such an article would be so carefully ensconced under the floor?
Gregson:
......... I suppose now you mention it...it does seem a bit odd. Perhaps I'll go over the paperwork we've got on Selden back at the Yard and see if I can turn anythin' up.
The capital offender article has been entered into the Court Record.
Newspaper clipping (subsequent times)
Gregson:
Looks like this was cut out of the paper about three months ago. It's about a convict who got sick and died while he was servin' time up in Manchester.
Ryunosuke:
How terrible...
Gregson:
It made the headlines down here in London as well. The bloke had been sentenced to death, you see. But nature got him first...
Susato:
Oh my goodness! He'd committed a capital offense?
Gregson:
Man by the name of Selden. Nasty piece of work, into burglaries and murder. They say the hoard he'd knocked off was worth about a thousand pounds.
Ryunosuke:
A hoard? Of treasure, you mean?
Gregson:
Jewellery and the like. But he'd hidden it somewhere, and no one knows where. And now he's dead. The papers loved it, of course. 'A Thousand Pounds Lost En Route to Hell!' or some such was the headline.
Sholmes:
Does it not strike you, though? Why such an article would be so carefully ensconced under the floor?
Gregson:
......... I suppose now you mention it...it does seem a bit odd. Perhaps I'll go over the paperwork we've got on Selden back at the Yard and see if I can turn anythin' up.
Photographic print
Gregson:
So...this is the photograph I found. Looks reasonably recent to me.
Sholmes:
Yes...it would appear to have been taken on the street in front of the house here.
Susato:
And the gentleman on the left is Mr Garrideb, the landlord, of course.
Ryunosuke:
But who's the young man on the right? Mr Garrideb's son perhaps...?
Gregson:
Perhaps. You can take that print if you like.
Ryunosuke:
Really? Are you sure?
Sholmes:
We can presume, therefore, that the Yard already knows. The identity of the young fellow, that is.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Is that true?)
Gregson:
Hmph. Well it's too bad if we do. Unfortunately for you lot, leakin' information isn't one of my pastimes.
Sholmes:
My dear inspector, if I may be so bold as to point something out... Pastimes are for one's leisure. But this is for work.
Gregson:
......... All the more reason I'm not tellin' you!
Sholmes:
A dismal failure!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I heard.
The hidden photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
I wonder why a photograph like this was hidden under the floor... I mean, Mr Shamspeare himself isn't in it.
Sholmes:
Photographic prints are still rare treasures in the East End. I imagine Mr Garrideb was rather delighted to have been immortalised. He probably made a proud present of it.
Photographic print (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Um, thank you for this photograph, Inspector.
Sholmes:
Yes, taken outside this very building, it would seem.
Ryunosuke:
And the young man on the right is... (...who exactly?)
Gregson:
You're wastin' your time, sunshine. Like I said, leakin' information isn't one of my pastimes.
Sholmes:
My dear inspector, if I may be so bold as to point something out... Information exists for the very purpose of being leaked!
Gregson:
......... Not in my book, it doesn't.
Sholmes:
......... I rather think it's not in my book either, in truth.
Ryunosuke:
...I don't even have a book. (I suppose we'll have to try to find out for ourselves...)
Tin box
Gregson:
Now this tin box looks interestin', doesn't it?
Sholmes:
Might I suggest, Inspector...that you open it? If you were to find something inside that reveals the truth behind this case... ...I wouldn't be in the least surprised.
Gregson:
Yeah, funnily enough I've already had a look. It's completely empty.
Sholmes:
What?! Shamspeare! Give us a clue, man!
Susato:
You didn't even have the chance to utter a word, Mr Naruhodo. But anyway, at least we've found out what's inside the box.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, thin air. It's empty, rather like how I Feel inside. (Is there nothing more to this box, then? I wonder...)
After clearing all options:
Miaow...
Susato:
Oh look! It's that lovely little kitty cat! What was its name...?
Ryunosuke:
It's Mr Natsume's, isn't it? I don't think we ever asked him, actually. Why don't we call it, um...Wagahai? You know, like Mr Natsume refers to himself in Japanese. (I wonder how he got in here? Clever cat...)
Susato:
Oh, wonderful! Well then, Wagahai...here's something delicious I bought for you from the cats' meat man!
Wagahai:
Miaow...
Susato:
Hee hee...he couldn't be happier now, look.
Ryunosuke:
(I just hope we can bring some happiness to his owner, too.)
Examine
Wagahai
Wagahai:
Miaow.
Ryunosuke:
That was a cheeky little miaow, Wagahai.
Susato:
Oh, but he's so adorable! I could sit and watch him forever!
Ryunosuke:
I think...he may not appreciate that after a while. And we have an investigation to get back to.
After clearing Converse options in Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy and clearing all options in Mr Natsume's Lodgings, Ground Floor:
22nd February
Local Prison, Cell 9
Susato:
Oh! Mr Natsume is back!
Ryunosuke:
So he is. ...Mr Natsume! Hello!
Soseki:
I...am a cat.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Soseki:
I don't know who Mr Natsume is. Or Herr Lock Sholmes. I don't know about courts or trials or Old Baileys. I am a cat. That's what I am. Just a cat.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! He's trying to escape from reality!
Ryunosuke:
(Trying to? He already has! Completely!) SO, um...what is your name, then?
Soseki:
......... As yet I have no name.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! He hasn't fully thought out his new identity yet! Maybe it's not too late to bring him back to reality!
Ryunosuke:
Do you think...you could open your eyes for us, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
......... I...am not a cat.
Susato:
It worked! He's back in the real world!
Soseki:
Wh-What's going to b-b-become of me? ...NO! DON'T ANSWER THAT! IT'S OBVIOUS! My accursed soul is never going to escape this accursed fate!
Susato:
Mr Natsume, no! This morning's proceedings in court proved that there's hope!
Soseki:
Yes... Yes... Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire was brilliant, but... BUT! THE REAPER IS OMNIPRESENT! IN COURT! IN MY LODGINGS! Here! There! Everywhere!
Ryunosuke:
(...What's he looking straight at me for?) I think perhaps...there are some things we should discuss?
Soseki:
Oh! Yes... Yes, we must...
Converse
This morning's trial
Soseki:
In my WHOLE life...have I EVER been so...so MOVED as I was today? ...NO! Of course...if I cast my mind back, there were perhaps one or two other occasions that moved me more... But if I just block those out, then today, being in that courtroom, was...was... It was the most moving experience OF MY LIFE, Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquiiiiiire!
Ryunosuke:
...You're too kind.
Susato:
Scotland Yard found the remaining tea, just as we'd deduced, and are analysing it as we speak.
Soseki:
There's nothing wrong with that tea! They won't find a drop of poison in it! That's a...
Solemn, Sworn Soseki Certainty!
Ryunosuke:
Tell me...did you both drink the tea at the same time that night?
Soseki:
Oh yes, most definitely. Remember...drink tea while it's hot! We both poured it down our throats like it was a hot bath for our bellies!
Susato:
And at the time...you were both completely fine.
Ryunosuke:
As shown by the fact that he and Mr Shamspeare then engaged in the Romeo and Juliet match. (I suppose the focus of tomorrow's proceedings will be how the poison was taken by the victim, then.)
Mr Shamspeare
Soseki:
That rotten Shamspeare! What have I ever done to him?
Ryunosuke:
You don't recall him taking issue with you over anything you've done recently?
Soseki:
I've been holed up in my room, immersed in books. I don't recall anything... ANYTHING AT ALL!
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Soseki:
But what I don't understand is why he didn't let me know sooner.
Susato:
Let you know what, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
About the soap, of course! What else?
Susato:
Oh dear... ...are you struggling with such a meagre stipend?
Soseki:
Of course I am! If I had money... ...I wouldn't have chosen to live an accursed existence in such accursed lodgings!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes...you said it's because the place is cursed that it's so cheap, didn't you?
Soseki:
Exactly! Especially the room that I rent. The spirit of that capital offender who lived there still haunts the place, AND IT'S TRYING TO KILL ME!
Ryunosuke:
'Capital offender'...?
Soseki:
Might I ask, Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire, that the next time you visit me... ...you bring scores of super-soft soaps!
Capital offender, Selden (appears after presenting Capital Offender Article)
Soseki:
...The truth is, I didn't know the details myself until very recently. That Selden man was arrested about a year ago now. And at the time, he was hiding out in lodgings...at Mr Garrideb's house.
Ryunosuke:
What? He lived...where you do now?
Soseki:
That's right, yes. Exactly where I live now. In my very room.
Susato:
Oh my! Your room was previously occupied by a criminal found guilty of a capital offence?!
Soseki:
But before his sentence could be carried out, he died in prison. That was three months ago now. ...And that's when it started... The c-c-curse...
Susato:
What really is this curse you keep mentioning, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
It's already caused one death. A few months after the criminal passed away in prison... ...a man died in the room. The man who rented it after Selden, in fact. The poor lodger... He, he was f-found dead in mysterious circumstances. The room was l-locked from the inside.
Ryunosuke:
Locked from the inside? (Exactly like the case we're dealing with now...!) So that's the convict's curse, is it?
Soseki:
Yes. Well...that was the start of it.
The convict's curse (appears after "Capital offender, Selden")
Susato:
Do you have any idea how the lodger before you passed away, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
The official cause of death was asphyxia. When they discovered the body, the room was full of gas.
Ryunosuke:
Gas...?
Soseki:
I only found that out after I'd signed the lease. When Mr Garrideb came to tell me later, I couldn't stop myself trembling. In fact, if I'd known beforehand, I'd probably have been too scared to take the room.
Landlord's Lease Luckily Legal!
Ryunosuke:
(Lucky for Mr Garrideb, maybe. But not so lucky for poor Mr Natsume.) And now you believe this curse is affecting you?
Soseki:
It is, it is! At first... ...I just felt as though I was being watched. All the time.
Ryunosuke:
And then you talked about having nightmares, didn't you?
Soseki:
The, the dead are t-trying to take me with them. They c-come for me and try to s-s-suffocate me! Just when I'm s-struggling to breathe...I wake up. And the room IS AS COLD AS ICE!
Susato:
But...why is your room so cold?
Soseki:
London winters are too cold to bear without any heating on overnight. But for some reason...even though I light the stove before I climb into bed at night... ...the pilot light always goes out and the room fills with gas.
Ryunosuke:
But, but that's terrible! (That's exactly the same situation as what led to the previous occupant's death.) And then there's what happened to Mr Shamspeare last night. When he was mysteriously poisoned... (There's clearly more to THAT incident than can be explained by a curse, though...)
Susato:
Whatever can be the cause of all these strange happenings in Mr Garrideb's rooms?
Present
Capital Offender Article
Soseki:
What's this?
Ryunosuke:
It's a newspaper cutting that we found in Mr Shamspeare's room.
Soseki:
......... Ah, so he knew, did he?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Soseki:
About this man, Selden. A convicted killer, and THE EVIL SPIRIT behind the curse that afflicts my lodgings!
Susato:
What?!
Soseki:
He's already taken one young man's life. And now... ...he's trying to take the life of another! A miserable, moustached, much-maligned Japanese man!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume, if you know something, please... You must tell us! Tell us everything you can about this 'evil spirit'!
After clearing "Capital offender, Selden" and "The convict's curse" Converse options in Local Prison, Cell 9:
22nd February
Mr and Mrs Garrideb's Room
Ryunosuke:
Ah, you're here now, Mr Garrideb.
Garrideb:
Right bally business it is for me, you know. Getting out and about.
Ryunosuke:
Were you at the Old Bailey, by any chance?
Garrideb:
Naturally. Fate of my lodgings hanging in the balance and all that. Not a trial to miss.
Ryunosuke:
(The fate of what's already been dubbed your 'haunted lodgings', yes...)
Garrideb:
'Course, the place has caused quite a stir around the capital on more than one occasion already. As the old 'haunted lodgings' or some such.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (Well, at least he knows.)
Garrideb:
Makes you wonder what the blazes is going on, don't you know?
Susato:
Yes...I'm sure it does. In fact, thinking back to Mr Natsume's other trial just two days ago... ...you were at the Old Bailey then as well, weren't you? Testifying with your wife about what happened.
Garrideb:
...Stopped off at the prison on the way home, in fact. Beastly business.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Garrideb:
So...what brings you to my haunted abode today, eh?
Converse
Your lodgings
Garrideb:
Some fishy fellow from the Far East and a failed actor chap of questionable character, eh? Yes, the house does seem to have become something of a magnet for rum fellows of late. Thanks to that bally curse...
Ryunosuke:
The convict's curse, you mean?
Garrideb:
Ah, heard the stories, have you? Rotten scoundrel was arrested here, then the next chap in the room goes and keels over. Then there was that woman who dropped dead just outside on the street, not to mention the actor yesterday. Am I next, eh? Well...can't help but get the collywobbles, can you?
Susato:
When you say the woman who dropped dead outside on the street...do you mean Miss Green?
Ryunosuke:
Because Miss Green, who was stabbed by the knife, and Mr Shamspeare, who was poisoned last night... ...are both very much alive still.
Garrideb:
Yes, well... So is that blasted convict's curse, it seems.
Sholmes:
Personally, I should be quite content with such lodgings. A bath, a toilet, a fireplace, a fascinating history... Why, it sounds like the lap of luxury!
Ryunosuke:
Hm, I'm not so sure about that...
Garrideb:
Well, there's no bath or toilet included. And no fireplace, either.
Ryunosuke:
But...you do look out for your tenants, don't you? By watching the rise and fall of the flames in your gas lamps up here.
Garrideb:
Yes, never hurts to keep an eye on things. In case there are any...mishaps or suchlike.
Sholmes:
I think you've had your mishap already, sir! Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
...That's not helpful, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Heaven forgive me. The words just came to my lips!
Your lodgers
Garrideb:
Some fishy fellow from the Far East and a failed actor chap of questionable character, eh?
Ryunosuke:
There's no need for that, Mr Garrideb.
Susato:
That's right. Mr Natsume is in no way 'fishy'!
Sholmes:
Hm...he is undeniably peculiar, however.
Ryunosuke:
Is it right that he took the vacancy immediately after the previous tenant passed away?
Garrideb:
Yes, that's right. I asked the estate agent to find someone and he popped up the very same day. Never come across a chap so keen for a place with...a background, as it were.
Ryunosuke:
I don't think it was the room's background he was keen on so much as the cheap rent, actually.
Susato:
So...how long has Mr Shamspeare been lodging under your roof?
Garrideb:
That failed actor chap? Hm, let me see... Oh, of course! Yes, it's been three months now. Quite sure of it.
Ryunosuke:
(Only three months... He's quite new here too, then.)
Sholmes:
And to what do you owe your certainty in that regard, Mr Garrideb, if I might ask?
Garrideb:
Well, it was that Selden scoundrel, as it happens.
Ryunosuke:
Selden? The convict, you mean? (Do Selden and Shamspeare have some kind of connection, then?)
Shamspeare's tenancy (appears after "Your lodgers")
Garrideb:
That convict chap, Selden... Passed away in the clink three months ago now, you see. Some malady or other.
Susato:
Yes, we've seen the report from the newspaper at the time.
Garrideb:
Well, it was only three days later that the tragedian showed his face. The actor fellow.
Ryunosuke:
Really?
Garrideb:
Yes, I remember it quite distinctly.
Shamspeare:
'Tis small, this world we inhabit. Prithee landlord, hear my request... I, the humble Shamspeare, do desire to take thy room on the middle floor offer'd erewhile for rent.
Garrideb:
Hm, terribly sorry and whatnot, but that won't be possible. Already have a lodger on the middle floor. Ground floor room's vacant, though...
Shamspeare:
'Nothing can be made out of nothing.' ...Let me repeat mine will unto thee.
Garrideb:
Those curls must be muffling your ears! The room on the middle floor's taken. It's ground floor or nothing.
Shamspeare:
......... Very well, we have an accord.
Garrideb:
Glad to hear it. Welcome to Briar Road!
Shamspeare:
Lo, a Shamspeare dance to celebrate!
Garrideb:
From what I heard in court today, sounds like the chap was thieving gas. And he was three months in arrears with the rent, too. Yes, the fellow was a bally player alright!
Sholmes:
Thank you for your candour, Mr Garrideb. We are most grateful. By way of appreciation, allow me to say one or two words... 'Give me my robe, put on my crown. I have immortal longings in me.'
Ryunosuke:
......... What's happened to you?
Sholmes:
Shakespeare, my dear fellow! One of his most famous lines. I wished to divulge my own learning of the subject. For I...have a turn for literature too, you know!
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps you could turn your attention to more apt lines then?
The lodger's death (appears after presenting Hidden Photograph)
Garrideb:
Yes, Duncan Ross... Young chap was attending art school. Had to work to pay for it, mind. Moved into the middle room floor about a year ago, after that criminal, Selden, was arrested. Young students are always on the hunt for rooms with a history behind them.
Ryunosuke:
A history of cheap rent, maybe, yes...
Garrideb:
Yes, well anyway...it was one morning about a month ago now... Hadn't quite worked out the old trick of watching the gas lamps to see what my lodgers are up to at the time. So sadly, I was rather tardy to discover what had happened. Smell of gas that alerted me, it was.
Sholmes:
Ah yes... Synonymous with the smell of death...
Garrideb:
Called the police straight away, of course, and the officer kicked the door off its hinges. But once we got inside, we all bally collapsed!
Ryunosuke:
Because of the gas?
Garrideb:
Yes. Room was full of it. No air at all. Stove must've gone out while the poor chap was sleeping in his bed.
Ryunosuke:
So Mr Ross suffocated to death...
Garrideb:
'Course, the police gave me a sound ticking off because the gas pipes were so old and all that. Can't tell you how much it set me back to have the lot replaced all over the house.
Ryunosuke:
But even after you had all that work done, Mr Natsume says the same thing. That the stove goes out at night whilst he's asleep in bed.
Garrideb:
Well that's the bally curse! The convict's curse! I've done my duty as a landlord now!
Ryunosuke:
(Someone's feeling defensive...)
Present
Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb, about this photographic print...
Garrideb:
Ah, yes, the 'scene'. I thought the bally fellow was as dead as a doornail! Jolly welcome news that he's alive. For him and for the room.
Ryunosuke:
'For the room'? What do you mean?
Garrideb:
Well, it matters, you know. When I come to let the room next time, people will ask. And there's a world of difference between a room where someone died, and a room where someone nearly died.
Susato:
They sound awfully similar to me...
Gas Meter
Garrideb:
Ah, an Altamont gas meter, yes. Decent fireplace in here, of course, so no need for a gas stove. But there's nothing better than a gas lamp for reading in bed, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Actually, Mr Natsume mentioned that the gas supply to his room kept failing.
Garrideb:
Ah, yes, that... I had the gas company look into it. But they couldn't find a thing wrong. The chap must've been imagining things.
Susato:
I don't think he was imagining it. The poor man woke up unable to breathe.
Garrideb:
Think it was put down to ghosts at work or some such in the end. Place must be haunted.
Hidden Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb, could I ask you to look at this photograph? Is that your son who's with you there?
Garrideb:
No no, not at all. He was a lodger here once. Duncan Ross was his name.
Ryunosuke:
Duncan Ross...
Garrideb:
A street photographer happened to be passing, so I asked him to take a shot. Just for kicks, really.
Susato:
Was he by any chance the lodger before Mr Natsume?
Garrideb:
......... Yes, that's right.
Sholmes:
Ah, the young gentleman who died in the room in mysterious circumstances. Just what Mr Moustache was waiting for, one might say...
Garrideb:
...Yes, young Duncan lived in the room at the top of the first flight of stairs before that Japanese chap.
Ryunosuke:
Would you mind telling us a little more about him?
After clearing all Converse options:
Garrideb:
Ah! That reminds me, actually...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Garrideb:
About young Duncan. The night before the poor chap perished... ...he'd been writing a letter. A letter of affection to a young lady.
Susato:
A love letter, you mean?!
Garrideb:
Yes, where did I put it now...? Ah, here it is! Left it on my desk.
Sholmes:
If you'll excuse me... Let me see now, what does it say...? 'To my most beautiful and charming sweetheart...'
Susato:
Um...do you think that we should be reading such a personal piece of correspondence?
Sholmes:
My dear Miss Susato, that is precisely why I prefaced my reading with 'If you'll excuse me'!
Susato:
I will NOT excuse you, Mr Sholmes, no!
Garrideb:
Sadly he didn't address it, though. So I've no means of delivering the thing. Rather sad, really...
Ryunosuke:
I see... (That's going to play on my mind...)
Susato:
But really, the identity of Mr Ross's sweetheart has no bearing on the case. I think we should leave well alone.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I suppose you're right.
Sholmes:
Indeed, the intended recipient's address is missing. However... ...there is a name attributed to the man's 'most beautiful and charming sweetheart'.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, please! I've already had to chastise you about this once.
Sholmes:
'...My undying love to you, my colourful darling, Olive Green.'
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
O... Olive Green?! (The woman who was plunged into a coma after a knife plunged into her back outside this house five days ago! The victim of the last case Soseki-san was in court for, who regained consciousness only yesterday! Is it just chance that her name has come up now? Could it possibly be a mere coincidence?)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, whatever can this mean?
Sholmes:
...Reading personal correspondence can have its merits, you see, Miss Susato. Ah ha ha ha hah!
After clearing all Converse options in Local Prison, Cell 9 and Mr and Mrs Garrideb's Room:
22nd February
St Bartholomew's Hospital, Recovery Ward
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, I've just finished speaking with the doctor. It seems Miss Green is well enough to be discharged at last.
Ryunosuke:
This is good news. But hopefully, just before she leaves-
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
What is it? Miss Green! (What was that?! She clearly just hid something behind her back!)
Green:
One, one moment! ...I'll be with you in a jiffy! Oh...hello, everyone. What are you all doing here? The doctor has said I can be discharged, so I'm just getting my things together.
Susato:
Miss Green...what were you just doing?
Green:
Oh! Um...nothing...really. I was just about to take some medicine the doctor prescribed for me, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
Well...we were hoping to have another quick chat with you if that's alright?
Green:
I...don't really have anything else to tell you.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, she's definitely behaving strangely. Let's see if we can't coax something out of her...)
Examine
Card on stool
Ryunosuke:
This is the card that Miss Green was looking at so intently before, isn't it?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo. We shouldn't be peeking at a young woman's private effects.
Ryunosuke:
(Right. I should save peeking for gentlemen's effects only...)
Susato:
You mustn't do that, either.
Ryunosuke:
And maybe you, Miss Susato, shouldn't be peeking into a young man's mind, either, hm?
Blue bottle
Ryunosuke:
This is the bottle that Miss Green was just about to drink from when we arrived.
Susato:
Yes... She looked rather preoccupied, didn't she?
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps it's very bitter. I can't stand bitter medicine.
Susato:
I suppose that could be it...
Ryunosuke:
In fact, whenever a doctor prescribes me medicine for a number of days, I always take it all at once.
Susato:
Oh no!
Ryunosuke:
Well, if you have to take something you don't like, it's best to get it all out of the way in one go, isn't it?
Susato:
Oh dear... And I thought it was Miss Green I should be worrying about at the moment...
Converse
Hospital discharge
Ryunosuke:
It's wonderful news that you're going to be discharged, Miss Green.
Green:
Oh, yes... I mean, thank you. Once people are better, the hospital staff don't want them lingering and wasting space. Not people like me, anyway. So I...I don't think I should keep anyone waiting. I probably shouldn't stand around and chat.
Ryunosuke:
(She certainly doesn't seem to be in the mood to talk, that's for sure.)
Present
Bar of Soap
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green, about this soap...
Green:
...! I, I think I know what that is... It's that soap-shaped chocolate, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Um...no. This is just normal soap. Well, normal, poor-quality soap.
Green:
Oh... That was lucky... At least it wasn't a trick this time...
Susato:
A trick?
Green:
I fell for it only the other day. 'It's soap-shaped chocolate,' they said. Just one bite, and I was foaming at the mouth. I passed out, it tasted so awful!
Susato:
Oh my...
Ryunosuke:
(What is it about people recently that makes them all eat soap...?)
Crime Scene Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Um, is there perhaps something you might be able to tell me if I show you this photograph, Miss Green?
Green:
Oh, is that...a corpse?
Ryunosuke:
No no! He's not dead!
Green:
Of course, the night he had that poison... ...I was still more or less dead here in my hospital bed.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (She was still in a coma then, that's true.)
Green:
And then just as I get on my feet again, that man keels over. There's a strange balance to life sometimes...
Ryunosuke:
No no no. Really, Mr Shamspeare isn't dead.
Hidden Photograph
Leads to:
"Miss Green, we were hoping to ask you about someone."
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green, about this...
Green:
Ah! Could you just hold that there for a moment? Don't move...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Green:
......... No. No, the aesthetics are all wrong.
Ryunosuke:
(Is, is it wrong that I feel so thoroughly rejected...?)
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green, we were hoping to ask you about someone. Mr Duncan Ross. You...knew him, didn't you? Oh no! I'm so sorry! (The bottle of medicine fell down when she did!)
Susato:
Oh, Miss Green! Are you alright?
Ryunosuke:
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you like that.
Green:
No. No, it's alright. I just wasn't expecting it. But how do you know about Duncan?!
Susato:
Mr Ross had been writing a letter when he passed away. The landlord found it in his room. It...was a very personal letter...to you.
Green:
......... It was at the art school. That's where I met Duncan. A year ago now. He was working to fund his studies. He dreamt of becoming a professional artist one day.
Susato:
And the two of you became romantically involved?
Green:
...Yes, that's right. We were very much in love. We were engaged to be married, actually. That's why he decided to move into a cheaper room. To save money for the wedding.
Ryunosuke:
And that's what led him to Mr Garrideb's...
Green:
Yes. He told me he'd found the worst, but cheapest room in the entire East End. And then...one month ago... That's when it happened.
Susato:
We're so terribly sorry, Miss Green.
Green:
Well...it's all in the past now, I suppose.
Susato:
Poor Miss Green... She looks desperately sad.
Ryunosuke:
(I was starting to think that's just her 'look'... ...but now I see that she has every reason to feel the universe is against her.)
Examine
Picture frame
Ryunosuke:
Mr Duncan Ross... Who would ever have thought he was engaged to be married to Miss Green?
Susato:
To lose one's beloved fiancé must be painful enough.
Ryunosuke:
But then Miss Green suffered that awful injury. And outside her fiancé's former lodgings, too!
Susato:
Fate can be very cruel sometimes...
Spilled blue bottle
Ryunosuke:
The bottle fell off before, when Miss Green collapsed. (That was...quite an earthquake...)
Susato:
Whatever was in the bottle?
Ryunosuke:
(Honey, maybe... Or treacle... Or syrup... Or all three mixed together, even...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...you've been having a lot of very mean thoughts during this exchange. I'm disappointed in you.
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry.
After clearing Converse option and presenting Hidden Photograph:
Green:
Um...I do hope you won't think I'm being rude, but... ...would you mind leaving me in peace now? I have to leave the hospital soon.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to hold you up. Of course, we'll be on our way-
???:
Mr Naruhodo!
Sholmes:
Surely you were not about to leave? That's quite out of the question!
Ryunosuke:
Wha... Mr Sholmes! I didn't realise you were here!
Sholmes:
But of course I was, my dear fellow. Watching intently from the shadows as always.
Ryunosuke:
Well...make your presence known next time!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, what's this about?
Sholmes:
Something which occurs to me with some regularity, Miss Susato, is this: Why do detectives insist on such an ex post facto modus operandi? Why solve a case after it's happened... ...instead of preventing a case before it happens? That is what sets a great detective apart!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Sholmes:
There is a case waiting to happen under our very noses, Mr Naruhodo. So let us avert disaster! Let us prevent this case from ever happening...with nothing but careful observation.
Ryunosuke:
...Alright.
Sholmes:
All the clues you need are set before you. You need only look, and you cannot fail to see!
Susato:
You can do it, Mr Naruhodo! I know you can!
Examine
Card on stool
Ryunosuke:
It definitely feels as though this card must be relevant. I mean, when we first arrived... ...Miss Green was standing with it in her hand in what can only be described as a very tense atmosphere.
Susato:
Yes... It may very well be related to whatever incident Mr Sholmes believes was about to happen here. Perhaps we should ask Miss Green about it.
Spilled blue bottle or mouse
Ryunosuke:
That mouse seems to be dead, look. I didn't notice it there before, did you?
Susato:
I think perhaps it drank the medicine that spilled out of the bottle. But that's the bottle that Miss Green was about to drink from when we arrived.
Ryunosuke:
......... You, you don't think...?
Sholmes:
Ah, I see you've come to appreciate the true nature of this scene. That of a tragedy about to take place.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I... I think it's falling into place. Miss Green, the contents of the bottle you had before has spilt out on the floor... ...and the poor mouse that drank it has sadly died.
Green:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
I think it's clear that the bottle must have contained a powerful poison.
Green:
.........
Susato:
Don't worry. I will attend to the mouse presently.
Sholmes:
Miss Green... ...were you intending to go the same way as that rodent? To take your own life?
Green:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Once we'd left... ...you would have put it to your lips again, wouldn't you? And taken the poison?
Green:
I... I... NOOOOOOOOO!!!
Susato:
Miss Green, please! Please talk to us!
Green:
.........
Spilled blue bottle (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
I can't believe she was going to take that poison...
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, your keen observational skills have saved Miss Green's life!
Sholmes:
To become a truly great detective, one must solve cases before they have occurred.
Susato:
Oh, what a delightful idea!
Sholmes:
Indeed! And why not, from time to time?
Ryunosuke:
Why not all the time? Then London would be entirely without crime!
Sholmes:
And I would be entirely without an income. Everything in moderation, my dear fellow.
Susato:
...? Did you say something, Mr Sholmes?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, the truth. But when it comes to Mr Sholmes, you do tend to turn a deaf ear to it sometimes, Susato-san.)
Converse
Suicide (appears after examining spilled blue bottle or mouse)
Sholmes:
Ten seconds later, and we would have arrived at a very different scene here. In all probability, we would not have enjoyed this most delightful conversation. Of course...perhaps it hasn't been quite so delightful from your perspective, Miss Green.
Green:
......... Actually, in a way... ...now that everything's out in the open, I feel like a weight has been lifted.
Ryunosuke:
Tell me...how did you acquire that 'medicine'?
Green:
......... Well, with this being a hospital and all... When the doctor comes to examine me in the mornings... ...he always leaves the medicine cabinet open for a while. So I snuck this out when he wasn't looking.
Sholmes:
It conspicuously lacks a label. I wonder what it contains.
Green:
I'm afraid I don't really know. But I thought, if I drank it, it might just...stop the pain somehow.
Susato:
Oh please, Miss Green. Don't talk of such things.
Ryunosuke:
Well, it seems clear now that it contains poison.
Susato:
Yes, that poor little mouse is proof of that.
Green:
Oh no... Oh, it's all my fault... What have I done...?
Sholmes:
I shall remove this to my office, Miss Green. ...I take it you have no objection?
Green:
...No. None.
The card (appears after examining card on stool)
Susato:
Neither the sender's name or address appear to be written on the envelope or the card.
Green:
It arrived by post at my home the day before the incident that put me in hospital here.
Ryunosuke:
'I have information regarding the death of Duncan Ross. Come to The Slug and Salad on Briar Road at 5 p.m. on 17th. Don't tell anybody else about this letter or the meeting. It is a matter of utmost importance.'
Green:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...Wait a minute. The seventeenth? Of this month? That's the day... That's the day you were stabbed on Briar Road!
Susato:
And...5 p.m...
Sholmes:
...Is precisely the time when the incident occurred!
Green:
.........
Sholmes:
The Slug and Salad, yes... A pub on the northern corner of Briar Road.
Ryunosuke:
Briar Road... (...being the street that Mr Garrideb's house is on!)
Susato:
Does this mean that...?
Green:
Yes. I'm sure you've guessed. That day, when I was struck in the back by the knife... ...I was actually on my way to The Slug and Salad.
Susato:
Goodness...
Ryunosuke:
So that's what you were doing on Briar Road that day.
Green:
......... I'm sorry I didn't say anything before.
After clearing all Converse options:
Green:
I think...I really will have to ask you to excuse me now. I've told you everything.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, I'm very sorry to have had to drag up such painful memories for you.
Green:
No, it's fine.
Susato:
Miss Green... ...please, promise us you won't try to...do anything like that again.
Green:
Yes, don't worry. Your detective friend has the bottle now anyway. And besides... ...I've been stabbed in the back and had a close shave with a bottle of poison and I'm still here. I think...I'm destined to see things through to the end. It might sound a little conceited, but, well...that's how all this has made me feel.
Leaving Miss Green and St Bartholomew's behind... ...we made our way back to Baker Street with Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Well, it would appear we've reached the end of the investigative trail for today.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...it's late.
Sholmes:
And, Mr Naruhodo...? ...Did you discover anything that may be of use to you in court tomorrow, do you think?
Ryunosuke:
Details about Mr Shamspeare...Mr Garrideb's lodgings... the convict, Selden... There are many facets to this case, and we're yet to see to the heart of it, if you ask me. That's my feeling, anyway.
Susato:
I can't help wondering about the results of the analysis.
Ryunosuke:
Into Mr Natsume's tea, you mean?
Susato:
Yes. Will they have found strychnine in it or not?
Sholmes:
Well, I fear that either way... ...it will be hard to escape the grip of our friend Mr Reaper.
Susato:
Oh dear...
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, Barok van Zieks...)
Sholmes:
But I wish you every success, of course. And though I was late to rise this morning... ...tomorrow will be a new dawn! I intend to spring from my bed at a crisp hour and attend the trial.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes! You're going to come?
Sholmes:
Indeed! Whatever happens, I shall be there! ...Assuming my eyelids cooperate in the morning.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I think we've done all we can. All that's left is to remain focused and keep fighting for Mr Natsume's cause until the very end.
London, the world's most prosperous city, home to some six million people. But away from the razzle-dazzle, down back alleys and behind bricked-up windows...the lonely lurk. Soseki-san had battled long and hard with loneliness during his many months here. And so I felt honour-bound to battle equally hard for my compatriot. To lift the curse that gripped him. As Mr Sholmes said, tomorrow would be a new dawn...for all of us!
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing particular of note...)
The Memoirs of the Clouded Kokoro
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23rd February, 9:23 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Soseki:
.........
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
This is it then, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It's time to put an end to this now. To the miserable 'curse' that has been plaguing Mr Natsume... To everything!
Susato:
And in my own small way, I shall do everything I can to help you!
Ryunosuke:
...I always appreciate your help, Miss Susato.
Soseki:
Suffering Soseki Selfishly Sidelined!
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Good...morning to you too, Mr Natsume.
Soseki:
'GOOD MORNING'...? 'GOOD MORNING', LOCUM STUDENT MR NARUHODO ESQUIRE?! LISTEN TO YOU TWO CHATTING AWAY HAPPILY AS IF THE MAIN PLAYER OF TODAY'S TRIAL ISN'T HERE! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHY?!
Susato:
Oh dear... We didn't mean to cause offence, Mr Natsume. I thought perhaps that because you had your eyes shut so tightly, you were meditating. Finding inner calm. It seemed wrong to disturb you.
Soseki:
I was waiting! 'What's the matter, Mr Natsume? You seem...different somehow today...' 'Why naturally. That's because I've attained spiritual enlightenment. The path of literature, you see, is a journey to discover one's own death!' ...Or suchlike. That's the sort of morning conversation I was hoping for! That's why I had my eyes shut!
Ryunosuke:
I...missed the signs, I'm afraid. Somehow. You'll have to forgive me.
Susato:
And you mustn't talk of your path leading you to death, Mr Natsume!
Soseki:
THAT WAS JUST AN EXAMPLE!
Ryunosuke:
(...Oh yes, there it is. Inner calm...)
Soseki:
You, you barely came to see me at all yesterday. I, I was sure you'd abandoned me and returned to our beautiful, long-lost homeland!
Susato:
We've not even been in Great Britain a week yet.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, well, anyway... ...I intend to set everything straight in court today. I'm determined to uncover the truth.
Soseki:
...! I've actually reached an important decision myself.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? What sort of decision?
Soseki:
I shall fill you in after the trial!
Ryunosuke:
...Alright.
Susato:
It would seem... ...Mr Sholmes isn't coming today, after all. It's a very clever message, I think! 'My dear fellows, you must win this battle on your own merits!'
Ryunosuke:
It's a very clear message, I think. That he's overslept again.
Soseki:
The 'great detective'? My arch-nemesis... LONG MAY HE STAY AWAY! ...If you ask me.
Bailiff:
Defendant! And your legal representative! The trial is about to begin. Make your way into the courtroom immediately!
Ryunosuke:
(Today, once again, we face the Reaper. And when the Reaper stands for the prosecution, the defendant's fate is sealed. But I don't believe in that legend any more than I believe in Soseki-san's curse. The truth is hidden here somewhere. And I won't let it escape me. I have to keep believing in my client, and keep fighting to the very end. That's all!)
23rd February, 9:40 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session. I call upon the counsels for the prosecution and defence to declare their willingness to proceed.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution is ready.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the defence is ready!
Judge:
Very good. And now I call upon the six ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...chosen by lot to represent the will of the people in this trial. Are you ready to proceed?
Juror No. 1:
Absolutely! Justice will be done, you mark my words!
Juror No. 2:
I feel obliged to say...I feel especially ruthless on days when my hat is sitting just right.
Juror No. 3:
Oh...well I wonder if you could adjust my hat for me. And please, be as ruthless as you like...
Juror No. 4:
Thieves deserve to die if you ask me. Especially gas thieves! I've no sympathy for the man at all!
Juror No. 5:
Look! I said it yesterday and I'll say it again now. I don't have time for this! I've got my own problems!
Juror No. 6:
Oh, may the Lord show us all the light here, and lead His flock to a righteous verdict again today...
Judge:
Now...Lord van Zieks, what can you tell us?
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
The prosecution's report, please, for the court. In relation to the theory expounded by the defence yesterday...regarding the defendant's tea.
Ryunosuke:
...! (So he does have the results...)
Van Zieks:
...Before the prosecution delivers the black news about the black tea belonging to the blackguard in the dock... ...pray, allow me a moment to savour a liquid of a more sanguine hue. In fact, I'll defer to the good detective for the report. ...Here's to you, Inspector.
Gregson:
Yes, sir! Thank you, sir. As indicated by the defence, we found a bar of soap just outside the victim's window in the snow. And there was indeed a frozen reddish liquid in a little depression on the top of it.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! That's the tea! That's what Mr Natsume brought with him that night!
Gregson:
Well the brains at the Yard analysed it, and yes, you're right: it was tea. And there wasn't a trace of strychnine or any other toxic substance in it.
Susato:
...! No poison at all!
Gregson:
In other words...the tea that the defendant brought with him to the victim's room...is innocent. It's in the clear.
Judge:
What a revelation!
Ryunosuke:
(As I suspected...) This makes it quite clear! The defendant, Mr Soseki Natsume, is blameless here!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
My learned friend is jumping to conclusions again. ...A typical Nipponese reaction.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Van Zieks:
Yes, it's true, no poison was found in the few drops of liquid recovered from the soap on the window ledge. But! What logic is that? Would you take a drop from the Thames and conclude that the water in the ocean isn't salty?
Judge:
My word! The water in the ocean is extremely salty, Counsel!
Van Zieks:
Exactly! Unfit for drinking! Just as the victim's tea was on the night in question, as the court has already heard. 'Bitter' was the precise word from the lips of Mr William Shamspeare... ...whom the prosecution now calls back to the stand!
Judge:
Very well, I will uphold the prosecution's request.
Susato:
Mr Shamspeare...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it sounds like we're going to have another confrontation with our theatrical friend.
Judge:
Bailiff! Show Mr Shamspeare to the stand!
Van Zieks:
Mr William Shamspeare...the victim of this despicable crime.
Shamspeare:
'O Heaven! O Hell! Do you command me to remember?' Forsooth, 'twas I, Shamspeare, did have a bellyful of the foul fluid giv'n! In mine innocence!
Judge:
Yes...but as was revealed in yesterday's proceedings... ...the witness is not as innocent as we had perhaps first been led to believe.
Van Zieks:
By using bars of soap such as this, he has been stealing gas from the supply company, yes.
Shamspeare:
'One may smile, and smile, and be a villain...' Forsooth, 'twas I, Shamspeare, did have a roomful of the sweet fuel giv'n!
Juror No. 1:
That's right! Fellow jurors, don't forget...this man is a rotten thief!
Juror No. 5:
I haven't forgotten! Kept all that about the ice coins a tidy secret, didn't you? You should've owned up sooner.
Juror No. 4:
Arrest him, I say! Arrest him at once! And let him feel the sting in my tail!
Shamspeare:
O, indeed! By dint of vile and cowardly means have I plotted to further mine own ends. I confess! Thou wouldst not pardon my sins, of that I am sure.
Ryunosuke:
If you acknowledge your wrongdoing, what exactly are you doing here?
Shamspeare:
'Cowards die many times before their deaths.' And for a coward such as I...death be well deserv'd. But! Would it that a still greater crime passeth unpunish'd? For lo! The hairy-faced gentleman of farther East than Verona did contrive to poison me!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But there was no poison in the tea found in your room! The police have attested to that.
Van Zieks:
What the defence would assert as an inconsistency will quickly be cleared up by the witness's testimony. Is that not so, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
Verily, my liege! I would most gladly speak!
Judge:
Very well. Let the witness testify to explain this inconsistency. Tell the court why it is that poison apparently entered your body, though none was found in the tea!
Witness Testimony
- The Tea Inconsistency -
Shamspeare:
The Japanese man did come to my chamber with tea brew'd in a pot.
'Twas in my cup alone that the wicked miscreant secretly pour'd his wicked poison.
Whilst feigning distraction in our debate, ne'er did a drop of his own drink pass his lips.
When he departed by and by, I did use the tea that remain'd in his cup to make my coins of ice.
Thus 'tis no surprise that poison be not found in the tea I did pour into the moulds of soap.
Van Zieks:
The poison was slipped into the cup after the tea had been poured. The normal way for poison to be administered...in my experience.
Judge:
Quite. Otherwise it would be disastrous if the poisoner were to mix up the cups, for instance.
Ryunosuke:
But no poison bottle was found at the scene!
Van Zieks:
Because, quite simply, the Nipponese took the bottle back to his own room.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
The absence of a vessel containing the poison only becomes problematic when considering suicide.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (I knew that...)
Van Zieks:
By now it should be perfectly clear. A bar or two of cheap soap... ...is wholly insufficient to was the deep stains of guilt from the accused's hands.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Shamspeare:
Sirs! Madams! 'Tis true that I, Shamspeare, be a common thief of gas... But... BUT! Listen here, ladies and gentlemen... Wherefore would I lie? Verily, I have no cause! I have nought to lose!
Juror No. 2:
Well...
Juror No. 3:
I do declare...
Judge:
Thank you for your testimony, witness. Counsel, proceed with the cross-examination!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Tea Inconsistency -
Shamspeare:
The Japanese man did come to my chamber with tea brew'd in a pot.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I understand that you were already acquainted with Mr Natsume. Is that correct?
Shamspeare:
'I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers.' Do I know thee, or know thee not? Methinks 'tis all I can know that thy destiny mingles with mine.
Ryunosuke:
...You lost me at the first 'thee'.
Shamspeare:
Zounds, sir! Thou must learn the English tongue afore thou turns thy hand to lawyering!
Ryunosuke:
(I did. But I must have missed the Archaic Elizabethan lecture...)
Shamspeare:
Verily and in truth, 'twas a fine-flavoured brew. Though a drop of poison did barb its sweetness. As the thorn doth barb the sweet rose. That, dear friends, be the simple truth.
Susato:
Listen to Mr Shamspeare... He seems in even better form than he was yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
Either that, or I'm in worse form...
Shamspeare:
That fated evening, after I did dine... ...at Grub's Grubbery - a local alehouse of good report... ...nought did pass my lips but the tainted black tea. But behold! The poison was not in the tea at first!
Shamspeare:
'Twas in my cup alone that the wicked miscreant secretly pour'd his wicked poison.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Are you saying that you saw the moment when the poison was added to your tea?
Shamspeare:
...To have witness'd the act and then drank the tea? Thou dost describe the actions of a fool.
Judge:
Quite so, quite so.
Shamspeare:
But no one likes going thirsty, do they? Sooner would I die quench'd than parch'd...would I have the choice.
Ryunosuke:
Actually, on the night in question, the water main was frozen, I believe, wasn't it?
Shamspeare:
Were it not for the tea, in sooth I would sooner have died frozen than quench'd or parch'd.
Ryunosuke:
(Right... No ice coins means no heating...)
Van Zieks:
The witness had more than one brush with death on the night in question, it would seem.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Van Zieks:
Remind the court,  Mr Shamspeare...as to whether the accused drank any of the tea which he brought with him.
Shamspeare:
With the greatest of pleasure, my liege...
Shamspeare:
Whilst feigning distraction in our debate, ne'er did a drop of his own drink pass his lips.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But the teacup Mr Natsume drank from was found completely empty at the scene! And let's not forget the defendant's maxim: 'Drink tea while it's hot!'
Shamspeare:
...I did gulp from the poison'd cup that night. And in mine agony did I writhe uncontroll'd. In fits of pain I did knock the fellow's cup and its contents spilt as blood from a gaping wound...methinks. ...Though certainly, 'twas after I had made the coins of ice from his tea.
Van Zieks:
An upset cup was found on the table that the victim was slumped over. There is no contradiction here.
Susato:
It's true, there was no tea left in either cup that we found at the scene. But still...something about this statement is troubling me.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Of course! I know what it is! It's Mr Natsume's wise 'drink tea while it's hot' maxim, isn't it?
Susato:
......... No, I'm not sure that's it...
Judge:
Thank you, witness. Now reiterate for the court what it is that occupied you after your guest had left and before you drank your tea.
Present Pair of Teacups (after examining inside of Soseki Natsume's cup)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You claim that Mr Natsume didn't drink a drop of tea on the night in question..."
Shamspeare:
When he departed by and by, I did use the tea that remain'd in his cup to make my coins of ice.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, so that you could cheat the gas company, in fact. ...Isn't that right?
Shamspeare:
To cheat...or to die... 'Tis life's only choice.
Ryunosuke:
...Yeees.
Shamspeare:
Faith, to cheat be the wise choice! And mine occupation be not an ugly one! Prithee, dost thou not see beauty in the simplicity of the ruse?
Juror No. 4:
No, I don't. And be very sure, sir... ...once this trial is over, Altamont Gas will take you to ask over this! Legal task!
Shamspeare:
I shall not run! I shall not hide! Sooth to say, I have nowhere to run nor to hide... But my lady! What wouldst thou with this pitiful player?
Juror No. 4:
Oh, I'll tell you what I'd like to do with you. Starting with the shoddy shirt on your back.
Shamspeare:
......... ...'Tis time for a Shamspeare dance!
Susato:
What a harsh world we live in...
Van Zieks:
The thieving of the gas was addressed in yesterday's proceedings. The prosecution calls on the defence not to muddy the waters with irrelevancy.
Judge:
...Consider that a warning, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord! (Why am I the one in trouble here?)
Van Zieks:
Mr Shamspeare, after the accused returned to his own lodgings, you used his tea to make your...coins. Is that correct?
Shamspeare:
To cheat or to die... I did make my choice many moons ago.
Shamspeare:
Thus 'tis no surprise that poison be not found in the tea I did pour into the moulds of soap.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
If, having first made your special coins, it was after two in the morning when you collapsed... ...that would mean you can't have drunk any tea yourself until around that time.
Shamspeare:
Once ensnared by literary debate, nought else be found in the furrows of the mind.
Ryunosuke:
The debate about Romeo and Juliet, you mean? And who was the stronger of the two.
Shamspeare:
Rightly did I pay no heed to the tea as I wrestled with the abominable fellow.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't remember debates like that when I was studying...)
Judge:
Are you suggesting that neither of you actually drank the tea whilst it was hot that evening?
Shamspeare:
My Lord, wouldst thou be privy to some Shamspearean wisdom? 'Husband, wife and tea ought aye tepid be!'
Susato:
Ah yes, so very true. Everyone has different preferences when it comes to tea.
Ryunosuke:
...I think you might have interpreted that wrongly.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... So it's been proven that there was no poison in Soseki-san's tea. That should be hugely in our favour. But the atmosphere in this courtroom today...)
Susato:
It feels as though everybody is against us, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
It must be the Reaper's poison.
Susato:
I'm afraid that if we don't find a significant flaw in this testimony somewhere... ...the jury will pounce and find Mr Natsume guilty!
Ryunosuke:
(It really feels like we've jumped into the fire here...)
Ryunosuke:
You claim that Mr Natsume didn't drink a drop of tea on the night in question... ...but that's impossible.
Shamspeare:
How, how, how, choplogic? What is this, ye dark yclad fiend?
Ryunosuke:
The two teacups from the scene - one used by the victim and the other by the defendant... ...have a clear difference between them...one that represents incontrovertible proof!
Judge:
Incontrovertible?
Van Zieks:
What difference?
Ryunosuke:
Look at the inside of the cups. Just here...there's a clearly visible ring.
Van Zieks:
Yes... A tea ring. Commonplace enough.
Judge:
Indeed. Such stains occur all too readily when one leaves tea in the cup for a while.
Ryunosuke:
And yet...Nr Natsume's cup has no such ring.
Judge:
Good Lord! You're right! It's completely clean...
Shamspeare:
And prithee, sir, what mak'st thou of it?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly what Mr Natsume told the court yesterday. The Japanese saying he quoted!
Juror No. 3:
Drink...
Juror No. 5:
...Tea...
Juror No. 1:
...While it's hot!
Ryunosuke:
That's right! Yes... ...the jittery Mr Natsume was true to his usual self that night, and drank his tea in no time.
Shamspeare:
Uh...
Ryunosuke:
If, as you claim in your testimony, he didn't touch a drop of his tea... ...a ring would have developed on the inside of his cup as well, after the several hours the tea was left standing.
Shamspeare:
But...erm...
Ryunosuke:
In short, Mr Shamspeare... ...you clearly lied to the court!
Shamspeare:
Get...thee...to a nunneriiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
As a rule, I fill my hallowed chalice up to seven times during any one trial.
Ryunosuke:
(You might want to keep that information to yourself...)
Van Zieks:
Yet on occasion, tedium distracts me and I pour more times than I intended until the bottle is dry.
Ryunosuke:
Your drinking habits are fascinating, but...irrelevant.
Van Zieks:
On the contrary. They illustrate the fickleness of human memory. To William Shamspeare...
Shamspeare:
Y-Yes...my liege...
Van Zieks:
...though you previously stated that you made the coins of ice from the leftover tea in the accused's cup... ...could it be that you were perhaps mistaken?
Shamspeare:
Eh?
Van Zieks:
Could it be that...yes. Perhaps there was some tea remaining in the small teapot left at the scene. A fact that had vanished from your memory until now...
Shamspeare:
......... Faith, my liege, thou art a magician! For verily...'tis as though thou hast seen with thine own eyes that night.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Shamspeare:
Forsooth! I was mistook! I did plan to use tea from the Japanese fellow's cup, but lo! When I looked, 'twas empty! And thus did I use the dregs that fester'd in the teapot, as my liege did suggest.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
And you've just suddenly remembered now that you made a mistake before? Are we supposed to believe that?!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
People's memories are imperfect, my learned friend. Which is why we rely on evidence instead.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
But in any case, it makes no difference. The victim's most recent testimony tells us two things of note: Firstly, that the poison was put into the victim's teacup only. And secondly, that this spoilt cup was not the source of the insipid 'ice coins' that have bewitched this court.
Judge:
Hmmm... The prosecution makes a fine summary of the facts.
Van Zieks:
Furthermore, that testimony remains valid and in full support of the established facts. In other words... ...the inconsistency claimed by the defence simply does not exist!
Ryunosuke:
No!
What does this mean then?
I do declare it means there's no issue with the gas thief's testimony...
Apart from the bit about thieving gas, obviously!
Shamspeare:
My lords, ladies and gentlemen of the jury! I do solemnly swear... After I did dine at Grub's Grubbery alehouse that night... ...nought did pass my lips but the black tea giv'n me by the Japanese, whose back be stoop'd as low as death!
Judge:
And on what did you dine, sir?
Shamspeare:
Why, I did partake of my favourites: a broth as wouldst be call'd soup and a leaf as wouldst be call'd salad...
Van Zieks:
As insalubrious a menu as the establishment where it was served...
Shamspeare:
'But you gods will give us, Some faults to make us men.' Willingly would I suffer what punishment 'tis seen fit to serve a wicked thief of gas. But! I pray ye wise and noble fellows, ne'er forget the simple truth...
That be one thing, and this be another!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Shamspeare:
Jurors all, your humble servant Shamspeare doth entreat you: punish the Japanese fellow for his sins!
???:
My Loooooord!!!
Juror No. 1:
If I may speak, My Lord?
Judge:
Yes, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
I believe we may have been duped by that rotten defence lawyer!
Ryunosuke:
By me?!
Juror No. 2:
I do declare you may be right!
Juror No. 3:
We all know the waif there was making coins of ice to keep himself warm...
Juror No. 5:
...But this lawyer lad says if he's stealing gas, he deserves a dose of poison, eh? He's been leading us up the garden path, that's what he's been doing!
Ryunosuke:
I really never said anything like that.
Juror No. 1:
But what we just heard from the victim there has opened our eyes again! We've reached a decision this time, and we won't be swayed from it!
Judge:
The court acknowledges the position of the jury foreman... ...and will duly hear the jury's findings.
Ryunosuke:
What? No! You, you can't yet...
Judge:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...you will state your decisions now!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
I hereby declare the jury to be in one accord.
Shamspeare:
O happy day!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(How is this happening?) My Lord! The defence asserts its right to carry out a summation examination!
Judge:
Very well. The court upholds the defence's right.
Van Zieks:
Typical... My learned friend is unable to accept the obvious truth...
Judge:
This trial will therefore enter its second summation examination immediately. Jurors, the court calls upon each of you... ...to state the grounds upon which you find the defendant guilty of the crime of which he is charged.
Judicial Findings
- The Jurors' Contentions -
Juror No. 1:
I'm a man of logic, me. And having considered all the evidence, the defendant must logically be guilty.
Juror No. 2:
I do agree that gas is far too expensive. I can quite understand why the man would want to avoid paying.
Juror No. 3:
The stuff explodes and it can poison you! It's absolutely lethal, gas is!
Juror No. 4:
Gas doesn't come for free! It costs a fortune to deliver it around the city and maintain the pipes!
Juror No. 5:
Truth be told, the tea my wife serves up for me is a little...sketchy at times.
Juror No. 6:
If nothing else passed the victim's lips that night, there's no other explanation, is there?
Judge:
Hm, I do feel that perhaps personal opinion about gas and its supply has influenced decisions somewhat... ...but never mind.
Ryunosuke:
(No no, you really should mind.)
Susato:
The truth is, our counter-argument wasn't as unassailable as we'd hoped. And Mr Shamspeare WAS poisoned. There can be no doubt of that.
Ryunosuke:
Then how are we supposed to turn this around?
Susato:
I think... ...we need to establish the method by which Mr Shamspeare was actually poisoned. Our only hope is to demonstrate that to the court incontrovertibly.
Ryunosuke:
But...but that's surely almost impossible at this stage!
Susato:
...If we don't manage it, though, Mr Natsume will...
Ryunosuke:
(...Will be found guilty!)
Judge:
No delays, Counsel! Proceed with the summation examination!
Jury Examination
- The Defence's Rebuttal -
Juror No. 1:
I'm a man of logic, me. And having considered all the evidence, the defendant must logically be guilty.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
All the evidence, you say?
Juror No. 1:
That's right. And there's no room for doubt. It's all pointing at that Japanese man with the big moustache!
Ryunosuke:
(Says the Englishman with the bigger moustache...)
Susato:
Which means we need to show the man some new evidence to make him change his mind!
Ryunosuke:
...If only we had that kind of evidence...
Susato:
Don't worry. This summation examination has barely started really. Perhaps there'll be a shift in the situation that shows an existing piece of evidence in a new light!
Ryunosuke:
Let's hope so! (To start with, though, I need to find some way out of this deadlock...)
Press (after Jurors No. 2, 3, and 6 vote innocent)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
All the evidence, you say?
Juror No. 1:
That's right. And there's no room for doubt. It's all pointing at that Japanese man with the big moustache!
Ryunosuke:
(Says the Englishman with the bigger moustache...) But the defence just demonstrated another possible explanation for the events on the night in question. What do you make of that?
Juror No. 1:
What, your so-called 'skin prints'?
Susato:
It's an exciting new forensic investigation technique... developed by the great detective himself!
Ryunosuke:
The numerous handprints on the wall are clearly out of the ordinary. And if Mr Shamspeare had indeed put his mouth to the gas pipe on the night in question... ...it can't be denied that there's a possibility that's where the poison was!
Juror No. 1:
Well, yes... I won't deny that it's playing on my mind. But as the prosecution rightly says: we should pay no heed to unacceptable forms of evidence. And besides...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Juror No. 1:
Even if the fellow has been up to some mischief with the gas pipe dozens of times before... ...it doesn't mean he got up to the same shenanigans on the night in question, does it?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Juror No. 1:
If you can't make your case better than that, I'm afraid I can't change my stance.
Juror No. 2:
Hm, you do make a very valid point, sir.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Juror No. 3:
Hm...that's true. Perhaps I was a little hasty...
Ryunosuke:
No no no! Wait!
Juror No. 1:
Look, you've got your chance here, haven't you? So it's time to prove your theory. If you and your Japanese cohorts can, that is!
Ryunosuke:
...! (Just leave our nationality out of this, please!)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! If we can't substantiate our position... ...I'm afraid the jurors that changed their minds before may very well change them back!
Ryunosuke:
(What can I do...? Is there any more proof I can give here? Can I show that Mr Shamspeare really did blow down the gas pipe on the night in question?)
I can't prove it
Ryunosuke:
Well...I'm not in a position to prove it...yet.
Juror No. 1:
As I thought. I had a feeling that would stump you Japanese.
Ryunosuke:
(We ARE capable of independent thought, you know.)
Susato:
I think we need to gather some more material to bolster our position, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. That's what I was trying to imply by saying we can't prove it 'yet'.
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. On with the examination, please.
Leads back to summation examination
I can present evidence
Ryunosuke:
Naturally, I can provide evidence to support the defence's position.
Judge:
Very well. You will present the evidence now, Counsel. The evidence in support of your claim that the victim blew down the gas pipe on the night in question!
Present anything
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Well, Mr Foreman? What say you to that?
Juror No. 1:
Oh yes, it's evidence alright. No question about it. Evidence that this ripe little lawyer thinks he can make a fool of us all!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Judge:
You heard the man, Counsel. Don't get too big for your boots!
Susato:
Are you getting too big for your boots, do you think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Not likely. In fact, I wish they'd swallow me up at the moment. (It looks like I need to take another tack here...)
Judge:
On with the summation examination, Counsel.
Leads back to summation examination
I have supporting testimony
Ryunosuke:
No, in truth I don't have evidence to support my theory. However... ...there is witness testimony that substantiates it.
Juror No. 1:
What's that? Testimony?!
Juror No. 3:
This is incredible! Whose testimony?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes...it's all connected. Everything is linked.) A person whose testimony revealed details about the gas in the Garrideb residence that night. Namely...
Present Soseki Natsume profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Obviously I'm talking about the defendant, Mr Soseki Natsume himself!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well, Mr Foreman? Does THAT convince you?
Juror No. 1:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Whew. I don't think he was listening...)
Judge:
Rest assured, Counsel, I shan't let such nonsensical answers go without penalty.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I thought I'd got away with it...)
Susato:
A witness who spoke about the gas on the night in question... Yes, there was someone...
Ryunosuke:
That's what I thought, too. (But I obviously chose the wrong person!)
Leads back to summation examination
Juror No. 2:
I do agree that gas is far too expensive. I can quite understand why the man would want to avoid paying.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
This isn't the time or the place to be discussing the price of gas, madam!
Juror No. 2:
But really! Think of the injustice! Air is a gas, and air is free! Why should Altamont gas cost money? It, it makes my blood boil! I can feel myself becoming more ruthless than ever!
Ryunosuke:
This isn't the time or the place to be ruthless either.
Juror No. 4:
If I might interject here?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, madam?
Juror No. 4:
It seems my fellow juror takes issue with the price our company charges for gas. But it's precisely because of thieves like this man that the cost goes up!
Juror No. 2:
Oh, what a beastly man! That unkempt moustache, those hunched shoulders... Poisoning tea and stealing gas... Utterly unforgivable!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! Mr Natsume isn't the one who's been stealing gas! I'll thank you NOT to go adding on more crimes!
Susato:
Mr Natsume hasn't been poisoning tea either!
Juror No. 2:
Well anyway, I've quite made up my mind. It's as made up as the price of gas!
Juror No. 2:
I'm very interested in the results of this great detective's investigation at the scene!
Juror No. 3:
The stuff explodes and it can poison you! It's absolutely lethal, gas is!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Could we please talk about the poison rather than the gas, do you think, sir?!
Juror No. 3:
Well, if you like. I mean, to be honest, I'd take poison over gas every time!
Ryunosuke:
You'd 'take poison'?
Juror No. 3:
What I mean is, poison can only poison you. It doesn't explode, does it?
Juror No. 4:
Goodness me! What are you talking about? Set him straight, please, lawyer man!
Ryunosuke:
Well...it's certainly true that poison isn't prone to exploding... ...but I think you'll find poison also can't light or heat up a room.
Juror No. 3:
Ah! You're right! I hadn't considered that at all...
Juror No. 4:
......... Young lawyer man...
Ryunosuke:
Um...yes?
Juror No. 4:
You have a good head on your shoulders. We could use someone like you as our company's legal representative.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, I wasn't expecting to pick up more business in the middle of a trial, that's for sure...)
Juror No. 3:
Anyway, the point is, I haven't had the best experience with gas companies in the past.
Juror No. 3:
Blow too hard into a gas pipe, and you extinguish everything in the house. And then you're in real trouble!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When you say 'extinguish everything in the house', do you mean even on different floors?
Juror No. 3:
Oh yes. All floors are connected to the same pipe, after all.
Juror No. 4:
That's true of every building, because gas supply contracts are issued for whole properties.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I had no idea that it was possible to extinguish gas appliances simply by blowing down the pipe.
Juror No. 4:
It's not something we like to publicize, to be honest. But we have to carry out these investigations, as I'm sure you can appreciate.
Judge:
Indeed. It has been mentioned on more than one occasion in the papers, even.
Ryunosuke:
Is that so? (It's been mentioned to me, too. Very recently. An incident involving the gas stove going out inexplicably, almost leading to someone's death...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, I think perhaps...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It's finally starting to fall into place. The secret link that joins all of these strange occurrences.
Pit against Juror No. 6's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good gracious! To whose statements do you refer, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number six! Did you hear what juror number three just said?
Juror No. 6:
Eh? What? Yes! Of course! I, I heard him mumbling about something or other.
Ryunosuke:
There IS another explanation here, I believe. Something besides Mr Natsume's tea did, in a manner of speaking, pass the victim's lips on the night in question.
Juror No. 6:
What? What explanation?
Ryunosuke:
I wonder...did the police check the mouth of the gas pipe feeding the wall light at the scene? To see if there were any traces of poison there.
Van Zieks:
I was curious to see what your floundering would result in this time...but the mouth of a gas pipe? Scotland Yard have enough to do without exploring such irrelevance.
???:
Hold it!
Shamspeare:
'What a piece of work is a man!'
Ryunosuke:
What are you trying to say, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
What speakest thou? Prithee, is it not strange and strange? That is what I say to thee, sir!
Ryunosuke:
I thought I'd been quite clear. But let me put it another way... The strychnine could have been on the mouth of the gas pipe that feeds the wall lamp in your room. And that is how the poison came to enter your body!
Judge:
Good... Good Lord!
Juror No. 5:
Are they tasty, then, gas pipes? Is that what he's saying?
Juror No. 2:
Or is the gentlemen suggesting that the poor man was so desperately hungry, he tried to fill his belly with gas?
Juror No. 4:
Perhaps no actress would perform a kiss scene with him, hm?
Shamspeare:
For shame, madam, speaking thy fancy! I assure you, I'm not such a buffoon that I have to kiss pipes!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...This is no summation examination. This is a farce. The prosecution will not stand for any more of my learned Nipponese friend's conjecture.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
To begin with, the lamp in the victim's room is high on the wall. In order to have placed his lips to the pipe that feeds it, he would have to be a contortionist. These are empty assertions. There is no possible proof that the man did as you say.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
It's true...I have no proof that Mr Shamspeare put his lips to the pipe. However, I can say with some certainty...that on multiple occasions... ...Mr Shamspeare has been doing something in front of that lamp on his wall. ...And I have evidence to prove it!
Shamspeare:
...!
Juror No. 1:
...Alright, you've got our attention, lad. I'd like to see how you can be so sure of yourself.
Juror No. 3:
So would I! Let's see this evidence then.
Ryunosuke:
(Now that I've got the jury's ear... ...I need to make this opportunity count!) This is the proof that, time and time again, Mr Shamspeare stood in front of his gas lamp!
Present Handprints on the Wall
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What the...?!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well?! How's that?
Juror No. 1:
I don't know what you think that 'Well' was for.
Juror No. 2:
I do declare I should be the one saying 'Well'. As in: 'Well, it's meaningless.'
Juror No. 3:
I don't know what you think that 'How's that?' was for either.
Juror No. 4:
I should be saying 'How's that?' I think. As in: 'How's that relevant?'
Ryunosuke:
(They make a formidable pair of double acts...)
Judge:
That's enough, thank you. It would appear that not one person present was moved by the evidence you produced, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(Proof that Mr Shamspeare stood in front of that gas lamp many, many times... I'm sure there's a piece of evidence we have that makes my point perfectly...)
Susato:
The mystery we uncovered when we investigated Mr Shamspeare's room is about to be solved, I believe!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And this time I'm going to show the court evidence that's irrefutable!
Leads back to:
"This is the proof that, time and time again, Mr Shamspeare stood in front of his gas lamp!"
Juror No. 3:
What the...?!
Ryunosuke:
These are... Wait, what are they called? ...Yes! Skin prints that were found at the scene!
Judge:
Skin prints, Counsel? I've never heard of such things. The justice ministry is currently assessing whether or not to permit fingerprints as evidence in court, however.
Susato:
My Lord, this is an exciting new forensic technique developed by the great detective, Mr Herlock Sholmes! It reveals all of the places that Mr Shamspeare touched in his room.
Juror No. 5:
I've never seen anything like it! I mean that's black magic, isn't it?
Juror No. 6:
Hm... Well, if anyone could invent something like this, it's that great Sholmes fellow, that's for sure.
Juror No. 4:
I agree. This month's edition of 'Engineering Thumbs' was quite fascinating.
Ryunosuke:
We found skin prints in many places that you would expect. On the table...on the costumes... However, Mr Shamspeare also appears to have been touching some very unexpected places in his room. For example, here.
Judge:
Around the hanging picture there? Indeed, multiple handprints appear to be visible.
Juror No. 2:
Well, I wonder... Could he have been appreciating the artwork, perhaps?
Ryunosuke:
At first, my colleagues and I thought the same. However... ...imagine standing with your hands where those prints are, and you would find yourself directly in front of...?
Juror No. 3:
In front of... Ah!
Juror No. 4:
I don't believe it!
The gas lamp!
Ryunosuke:
Though the reason why isn't immediately obvious, it's clear that Mr Shamspeare... ...has regularly been standing with his hands to the wall in front of that lamp.
Juror No. 5:
Right! What have you been up to, you nut?
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I'd ask the court to recall juror number four's earlier statement.
Juror No. 4:
Me? What did I say?
Ryunosuke:
You said that blowing into a gas pipe would make the lights in the entire building flicker. And now, if you'll recall juror number three's statement...
Juror No. 3:
What? Me now?
Ryunosuke:
When the gas worker who visited his home blew with too much force into the pipe... ...it caused all the lights and the gas stove to go out, and gas to start leaking into the rooms. Obviously, that incident was an accident. However, the simple fact is... ...if Mr Shamspeare were to have blown hard into the gas pipe here in his room... ...he could have extinguished every other light and gas stove in the building at will.
Juror No. 1:
Crikey!
Juror No. 4:
Are, are you suggesting that the man purposefully caused the gas to...?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Whilst I acknowledge that the prosecution is required to remain silent during a summation examination... ...I must toast my learned friend's utter disregard for the letter of the law.
Judge:
What is the meaning of this, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
This curious photograph - or whatever it is - presented by the defence... The so-called 'skin prints'... Clearly, that cannot be accepted as any form of useable evidence in this case.
Juror No. 2:
But, but it's an exciting new forensic technique! Developed by a great detective!
Van Zieks:
It's nothing. A mere toy developed by an amateur sleuth with too much time on his hands.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh!
Judge:
Hmmm... Certainly, even research of this nature by the esteemed Mr Sholmes... ...cannot be recognised by the court as formal evidence.
Ryunosuke:
But...
Susato:
Hold it!
Susato:
Please, My Lord, if I may...
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato?!
Susato:
It was not the defence's intention to submit the skin prints as formal evidence. We merely wished to present the results of the great detective's investigation of the scene... ...as a tool by which to explain a possibility to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
Van Zieks:
...!
Susato:
And, if the trial were to come to an end now... ...we should never learn the truth behind these mysterious handprints that everyone has now seen. I don't believe we can allow that to happen! And I'm sure the jurors would agree!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 3:
You're right! Whether those strange handprints are a significant clue or not...it's down to us to decide!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three!
Juror No. 2:
Oh yes! I do declare that the great detective's investigation results sound absolutely fascinating! And I want to hear what that shady actor fellow has to say about those shady handprints!
Juror No. 1:
What's the matter with you two? That was foolhardy!
Juror No. 6:
Well, I did say it, didn't I? And I don't like to break a promise.
Juror No. 1:
No! Wait! You heard His Lordship! It's not fair dinkum evidence!
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! If just one more juror changes his or her mind... ...Mr Natsume's trial will have to continue!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Miss Susato. But I couldn't have done it without you.
Susato:
Oh no, it was you who identified the clue, after all. This is very much your success.
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Why, Mr Shamspeare...you seem to be losing your composure...)
Susato:
Just one more juror, Mr Naruhodo! You can do it!
Judge:
Very well. Continue, Counsel!
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to: "I'm very interested in the results of this great detective's investigation at the scene!"
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to: "We're the ones who decide if the evidence is worthy of consideration or not! Us. The jury."
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to: "I don't believe in breaking promises. We can't come to a decision whilst so much is up in the air."
Juror No. 3:
We're the ones who decide if the evidence is worthy of consideration or not! Us. The jury.
Juror No. 4:
Gas doesn't come for free! It costs a fortune to deliver it around the city and maintain the pipes!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Can we please refrain from all this talk of gas?!
Juror No. 4:
There's an all-out attack underway here in case you hadn't noticed. Against my company's gas. And I'm supposed to sit here and take it, am I? I don't think so!
Ryunosuke:
(She's really buzzing now...)
Juror No. 4:
All I've heard about our wonderful fuel is explosions and poisonings! What about electricity, hm? What about getting electrocuted? What about that? A little explosion here and there is nothing in comparison!
Judge:
Any explosion...could hardly be described as 'nothing', madam. Nevertheless, the theft of your gas is deplorable.
Juror No. 4:
My point exactly. But the gas thieves aren't even the worst of our enemies. We have far more devious reprobates to contend with on a daily basis, you know.
Ryunosuke:
More devious...? Who, madam?
Juror No. 4:
Other gas companies, of course.
Ryunosuke:
Other...gas companies...? (Not quite what I was expecting...)
Juror No. 4:
We generate gas and we deliver it to our customers fair and square.
Judge:
Indeed. Nobody is questioning that, madam. Altamont is an exemplary gas company.
Juror No. 4:
But there are other, unscrupulous gas companies here in London that don't even have any gas at all.
Ryunosuke:
What? But if they don't have any gas, how do they go about selling it to people?
Juror No. 4:
You wouldn't think it possible, would you? But they steal our gas, you see. And sell that.
Judge:
They steal your gas? How on earth is such a thing possible?
Juror No. 4:
Gas companies like ours deliver gas to people's homes via a network of pipes. But these devious reprobates...secretly disconnect our pipes and divert our gas into their own rotten pipes! Then they make a contract with the households supplied by those pipes... ...and take money for the precious gas that's rightfully ours, without us even knowing!
Susato:
They're diverting gas into their own pipes illegally... What a brazen form of theft!
Juror No. 4:
When we visit customers' houses to collect the money from their meters... ...we always have to check whether or not one of these devious companies has been up to its tricks.
Pursue Juror No. 3 (before Juror No. 3 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that, juror number three?!
Juror No. 3:
Oh golly! You mean me? I'm, I'm terribly sorry! I was just thinking to myself...
Ryunosuke:
(I really did catch him off guard there...) Thinking about what the lady next to you was saying, correct?
Juror No. 3:
Well, yes. I just...got a little riled about it recently, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Go on...
Juror No. 3:
An Altamont Gas worker visited my house the other day. To investigate the pipework. 'We need to ask for your cooperation while we carry out a secret check of your property, sir,' the fellow said. So I let him in...and do you know what he did?
Ryunosuke:
I'm, um...afraid I have no idea. Please tell us.
Juror No. 3:
He proceeded to take one of my lights off the wall. Then he grabbed the exposed mouth of the pipe...and started blowing into it!
Juror No. 4:
What do you think you're doing, young man? You're giving away company secrets there!
Juror No. 3:
Oh please! Everybody knows! But it was very nearly the death of me, I can tell you!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Juror No. 4:
I'll explain, if you don't mind. As I said before... ...these unscrupulous other gas companies connect their customers to our pipe network.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but how does blowing into the pipes come into it?
Juror No. 4:
Obviously there's gas in the pipes. And it's at a fairly low pressure. By blowing air through the pipe, you can make the pressure drop temporarily. And if you do that, any lights connected to the same pipe will flicker for a moment.
Judge:
Ah, I see! In other words... ...if, upon blowing into the pipe, the lights of an adjacent property that has no contract with your company flicker... ...you can know that these devious scoundrels have been meddling with the pipes!
Juror No. 4:
Exactly, My Lord. That's it in a nutshell. It's the reason why we have teams of workers going around neighbourhoods to investigate which lights flicker.
Juror No. 3:
The trouble is, the particular worker who came to my house didn't know the strength of his own breath! He blew down the pipe with all his might! And you can guess what happened, can't you?
Ryunosuke:
Well, if he blew hard, then... Wait! You mean...?
Juror No. 3:
That's right. The lights didn't just flicker; they went out! Along with the stove! Gas started pouring into the house!
Ryunosuke:
What a disaster...
Susato:
The gas supply must have been interrupted briefly because the man blew too hard, so the flames went out.
Juror No. 3:
I'm afraid I yelled at the fellow. 'Are you trying to kill us all?!' I said.
Ryunosuke:
......... (So by disconnecting a lamp and blowing into the exposed gas pipe... ...it's possible to extinguish lamps and stoves connected to the same network of pipes... And then when the gas starts flowing again, it just silently seeps into the room...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, I think perhaps...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. This is almost certainly the clue that we've been hoping for! Juror number three! The defence requests that you amend your statement to include that information!
Juror No. 3:
Oh, well, if you like. I don't mind.
Juror No. 4:
Well I DO! That's our company's secret method of identifying the rogues that try to diddle us!
Juror No. 3:
Like I said, madam, it's widely known already.
Judge:
Very well. Juror number three, you will amend your statement accordingly.
Juror No. 3:
Yes, My Lord. ...Although I'm not really sure what the point of all this is...
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to "Blow too hard into a gas pipe, and you extinguish everything in the house. And then you're in real trouble!"
Ryunosuke:
I, I had no idea... It's almost unbelievable...
Juror No. 4:
It might seem unbelievable to you, but it's happening. All the time. Right here in the capital. It's very difficult selling something you can't see, you know. Very difficult indeed.
Judge:
Thank you, that will do! Clearly this is a very involved subject, but I feel we have digressed rather too much already.
Van Zieks:
I concur. Though if my learned friend wishes to become an expert in gas, I believe the subject will suit him well. To your new career in nothingness!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you so much...
Susato:
.........
Judge:
You will turn your attention to the next juror's assertion, please, Counsel.
Juror No. 5:
Truth be told, the tea my wife serves up for me is a little...sketchy at times.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You, you mean it's poisoned?!
Juror No. 5:
That's right. It's happened a tidy few times now.
Judge:
This is most troubling indeed!
Juror No. 5:
It's always days like this one when I don't get any wages. I get in at tea time, see... ...and I see her doing it. My wife. She gets that devilish look on her face and she slips some white powder into my cup!
Ryunosuke:
And...and you drink it anyway?
Juror No. 5:
I was brought up proper, I was. If someone gives you a cuppa, you drink it.
Ryunosuke:
And what happened to you? What did it taste like?
Juror No. 5:
It was God-awful, believe you me! Salty as hell!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
.........
Susato:
Then I think perhaps what your wife put in your tea...was salt.
Juror No. 5:
No! So...she doesn't even care enough to poison me properly, eh? Unbelievable...
Judge:
Let's move on, please!
Juror No. 6:
If nothing else passed the victim's lips that night, there's no other explanation, is there?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Does that mean that if the victim could be shown to have ingested something else, you'd change your leaning?
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Sorry? What's that now?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...I was just saying, if the victim did actually eat or drink something else on the night-
Juror No. 6:
What's the matter with you?!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Juror No. 6:
I said, 'If nothing else passed the victim's lips that night, there's no other explanation, is there?' Haven't you been listening to me at all?!
Ryunosuke:
(I feel there's an English expression about a pot and a kettle that's appropriate here...)
Susato:
Compared to the other jurors who don't even appear to have anything to say about the case at all... ...it would seem that this elderly gentleman has been listening to the proceedings far more intently!
Ryunosuke:
I-I suppose. The trouble is...
Susato:
...He has selective hearing?
Ryunosuke:
(Exactly. But still...) This juror may well be the key to the breakthrough that we so desperately need!
Pit against Juror No. 3's statement (after Juror No. 3 has changed his statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good gracious! To whose statements do you refer, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Juror number six! Did you hear what juror number three just said?
Juror No. 6:
Eh? What? Yes! Of course! I, I heard him mumbling about something or other.
Ryunosuke:
There IS another explanation here, I believe. Something besides Mr Natsume's tea did, in a manner of speaking, pass the victim's lips on the night in question.
Juror No. 6:
What? What explanation?
Ryunosuke:
I wonder...did the police check the mouth of the gas pipe feeding the wall light at the scene? To see if there were any traces of poison there.
Van Zieks:
I was curious to see what your floundering would result in this time...but the mouth of a gas pipe? Scotland Yard have enough to do without exploring such irrelevance.
???:
Hold it!
Shamspeare:
'What a piece of work is a man!'
Ryunosuke:
What are you trying to say, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
What speakest thou? Prithee, is it not strange and strange? That is what I say to thee, sir!
Ryunosuke:
I thought I'd been quite clear. But let me put it another way... The strychnine could have been on the mouth of the gas pipe that feeds the wall lamp in your room. And that is how the poison came to enter your body!
Judge:
Good... Good Lord!
Juror No. 5:
Are they tasty, then, gas pipes? Is that what he's saying?
Juror No. 2:
Or is the gentlemen suggesting that the poor man was so desperately hungry, he tried to fill his belly with gas?
Juror No. 4:
Perhaps no actress would perform a kiss scene with him, hm?
Shamspeare:
For shame, madam, speaking thy fancy! I assure you, I'm not such a buffoon that I have to kiss pipes!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...This is no summation examination. This is a farce. The prosecution will not stand for any more of my learned Nipponese friend's conjecture.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
To begin with, the lamp in the victim's room is high on the wall. In order to have placed his lips to the pipe that feeds it, he would have to be a contortionist. These are empty assertions. There is no possible proof that the man did as you say.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
It's true...I have no proof that Mr Shamspeare put his lips to the pipe. However, I can say with some certainty...that on multiple occasions... ...Mr Shamspeare has been doing something in front of that lamp on his wall. ...And I have evidence to prove it!
Shamspeare:
...!
Juror No. 1:
...Alright, you've got our attention, lad. I'd like to see how you can be so sure of yourself.
Juror No. 3:
So would I! Let's see this evidence then.
Ryunosuke:
(Now that I've got the jury's ear... ...I need to make this opportunity count!) This is the proof that, time and time again, Mr Shamspeare stood in front of his gas lamp!
Present Handprints on the Wall
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What the...?!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well?! How's that?
Juror No. 1:
I don't know what you think that 'Well' was for.
Juror No. 2:
I do declare I should be the one saying 'Well'. As in: 'Well, it's meaningless.'
Juror No. 3:
I don't know what you think that 'How's that?' was for either.
Juror No. 4:
I should be saying 'How's that?' I think. As in: 'How's that relevant?'
Ryunosuke:
(They make a formidable pair of double acts...)
Judge:
That's enough, thank you. It would appear that not one person present was moved by the evidence you produced, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(Proof that Mr Shamspeare stood in front of that gas lamp many, many times... I'm sure there's a piece of evidence we have that makes my point perfectly...)
Susato:
The mystery we uncovered when we investigated Mr Shamspeare's room is about to be solved, I believe!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And this time I'm going to show the court evidence that's irrefutable!
Leads back to:
"This is the proof that, time and time again, Mr Shamspeare stood in front of his gas lamp!"
Juror No. 3:
What the...?!
Ryunosuke:
These are... Wait, what are they called? ...Yes! Skin prints that were found at the scene!
Judge:
Skin prints, Counsel? I've never heard of such things. The justice ministry is currently assessing whether or not to permit fingerprints as evidence in court, however.
Susato:
My Lord, this is an exciting new forensic technique developed by the great detective, Mr Herlock Sholmes! It reveals all of the places that Mr Shamspeare touched in his room.
Juror No. 5:
I've never seen anything like it! I mean that's black magic, isn't it?
Juror No. 6:
Hm... Well, if anyone could invent something like this, it's that great Sholmes fellow, that's for sure.
Juror No. 4:
I agree. This month's edition of 'Engineering Thumbs' was quite fascinating.
Ryunosuke:
We found skin prints in many places that you would expect. On the table...on the costumes... However, Mr Shamspeare also appears to have been touching some very unexpected places in his room. For example, here.
Judge:
Around the hanging picture there? Indeed, multiple handprints appear to be visible.
Juror No. 2:
Well, I wonder... Could he have been appreciating the artwork, perhaps?
Ryunosuke:
At first, my colleagues and I thought the same. However... ...imagine standing with your hands where those prints are, and you would find yourself directly in front of...?
Juror No. 3:
In front of... Ah!
Juror No. 4:
I don't believe it!
The gas lamp!
Ryunosuke:
Though the reason why isn't immediately obvious, it's clear that Mr Shamspeare... ...has regularly been standing with his hands to the wall in front of that lamp.
Juror No. 5:
Right! What have you been up to, you nut?
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I'd ask the court to recall juror number four's earlier statement.
Juror No. 4:
Me? What did I say?
Ryunosuke:
You said that blowing into a gas pipe would make the lights in the entire building flicker. And now, if you'll recall juror number three's statement...
Juror No. 3:
What? Me now?
Ryunosuke:
When the gas worker who visited his home blew with too much force into the pipe... ...it caused all the lights and the gas stove to go out, and gas to start leaking into the rooms. Obviously, that incident was an accident. However, the simple fact is... ...if Mr Shamspeare were to have blown hard into the gas pipe here in his room... ...he could have extinguished every other light and gas stove in the building at will.
Juror No. 1:
Crikey!
Juror No. 4:
Are, are you suggesting that the man purposefully caused the gas to...?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Whilst I acknowledge that the prosecution is required to remain silent during a summation examination... ...I must toast my learned friend's utter disregard for the letter of the law.
Judge:
What is the meaning of this, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
This curious photograph - or whatever it is - presented by the defence... The so-called 'skin prints'... Clearly, that cannot be accepted as any form of useable evidence in this case.
Juror No. 2:
But, but it's an exciting new forensic technique! Developed by a great detective!
Van Zieks:
It's nothing. A mere toy developed by an amateur sleuth with too much time on his hands.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh!
Judge:
Hmmm... Certainly, even research of this nature by the esteemed Mr Sholmes... ...cannot be recognised by the court as formal evidence.
Ryunosuke:
But...
Susato:
Hold it!
Susato:
Please, My Lord, if I may...
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato?!
Susato:
It was not the defence's intention to submit the skin prints as formal evidence. We merely wished to present the results of the great detective's investigation of the scene... ...as a tool by which to explain a possibility to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
Van Zieks:
...!
Susato:
And, if the trial were to come to an end now... ...we should never learn the truth behind these mysterious handprints that everyone has now seen. I don't believe we can allow that to happen! And I'm sure the jurors would agree!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
???:
Hold it!
Juror No. 3:
You're right! Whether those strange handprints are a significant clue or not...it's down to us to decide!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three!
Juror No. 2:
Oh yes! I do declare that the great detective's investigation results sound absolutely fascinating! And I want to hear what that shady actor fellow has to say about those shady handprints!
Juror No. 1:
What's the matter with you two? That was foolhardy!
Juror No. 6:
Well, I did say it, didn't I? And I don't like to break a promise.
Juror No. 1:
No! Wait! You heard His Lordship! It's not fair dinkum evidence!
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! If just one more juror changes his or her mind... ...Mr Natsume's trial will have to continue!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Miss Susato. But I couldn't have done it without you.
Susato:
Oh no, it was you who identified the clue, after all. This is very much your success.
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Why, Mr Shamspeare...you seem to be losing your composure...)
Susato:
Just one more juror, Mr Naruhodo! You can do it!
Judge:
Very well. Continue, Counsel!
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to: "I'm very interested in the results of this great detective's investigation at the scene!"
Changes Juror No. 3's statement to: "We're the ones who decide if the evidence is worthy of consideration or not! Us. The jury."
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to: "I don't believe in breaking promises. We can't come to a decision whilst so much is up in the air."
Juror No. 6:
I don't believe in breaking promises. We can't come to a decision whilst so much is up in the air.
Before "Pursue" tutorial
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, this is hopeless... There's no way for me to appeal to these people...)
Susato:
I do think that the only way we shall overcome this difficult situation... ...is by exposing the way in which Mr Shamspeare was really poisoned. We have to prove that it happened some other way, and not via Mr Natsume's tea.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. The trouble is... ...I have absolutely no idea how it did happen.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...I wonder if perhaps there's something...you might have forgotten.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? Like what?
Susato:
It's important to watch everyone involved and pursue people if they react to something someone else says. If you'd like me to remind you exactly what I mean, I'd be more than happy to, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(Once again, Soseki-san's fate is entirely in my hands here. I probably owe it to my client to hear any advice my assistant may be able to offer. So perhaps I ought to let Susato-san remind me. Then again...)
Refresh my memory!
Susato:
When a particular juror is talking, the other jurors will be listening, naturally. Most of the time, when people are speaking themselves, they are careful not to give away more than they want to. But when they're listening to others speak, they tend to be less guarded.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, that's very true. 
Susato:
So, if you see people reacting strangely in an unguarded moment, you must 'Pursue' them to find out why! Here, take a look at this, Mr Naruhodo... When you press jurors about their assertions, a marker appears in the centre of the screen. By using [D-pad / A D], you can move the marker and see how other jurors are reacting to what's being said. And if you find a particular juror seems to be reacting oddly, you can 'Pursue' him or her about it. By catching people off guard, you may be able to glean new and potentially useful information!
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Alright, I've got it. (Press, and then if something seems odd... ...slide the marker with [D-pad / A D] to see if one of the other jurors is having an unusual reaction. If so, 'Pursue' that juror!)
No need!
Ryunosuke:
...Actually, I don't think there's any need. It's vital that we start trying to change these jurors' minds as soon as possible!
Susato:
Of course. I'm sure you're right. But if you decide you would like your memory refreshed, you need only ask, Mr Naruhodo.
After "Pursue" tutorial
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, this is hopeless... There's no way for me to appeal to these people...)
Susato:
I do think that the only way we shall overcome this difficult situation... ...is by exposing the way in which Mr Shamspeare was really poisoned. We have to prove that it happened some other way, and not via Mr Natsume's tea.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. The trouble is... ...I have absolutely no idea how it did happen.
Susato:
Oh dear... Are there no clues at all that might help us?
Ryunosuke:
All we can do is keep pressing these jurors for more information, I suppose. (Because we simply have to find some way to turn this situation around.)
Susato:
...Or Mr Natsume will be found guilty!
Ryunosuke:
Obviously I'm talking about the defendant, Mr Soseki Natsume himself!
Juror No. 1:
The defendant?
Ryunosuke:
At the very beginning of the proceedings here in court yesterday, Mr Natsume said the following:
Soseki:
MY LODGINGS! THERE'S BEEN A WHOLE SERIES OF STRANGE HAPPENINGS IN MY LODGINGS!
Soseki:
Even on that fateful night, it happened. When I returned from Mr Shamspeare's room... ...I lit my gas stove and climbed into bed, but before long... ...the stove went out, AND SOMEBODY TRIED TO KILL ME!
Ryunosuke:
On the night in question, the gas in the defendant's room went out. So I ask the court...was that a mere coincidence, or not?
Juror No. 6:
Good golly!
Juror No. 3:
So that Shamspeare fellow blew air into the gas pipe to make the man's stove go out on purpose?!
Juror No. 5:
Now hold your horses there. What would he do that for?
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr Foreman!
Juror No. 1:
What the...?! What is it, man?
Ryunosuke:
We cannot allow judgement to be passed whilst this doubt remains. It's true that I don't have conclusive evidence yet. However... ...you must surely agree...there is more to this case than meets the eye!
Juror No. 1:
Agh! ......... ...Fair enough. Like I said at the outset... ...I'm a man of logic, first and foremost.
Ryunosuke:
That's four jurors leaning towards not guilty, My Lord. We've overturned the decision. Therefore...the defence calls for the trial to continue!
Judge:
As the defence has rightfully indicated... ...the summation examination has concluded with a majority of jurors altering their decisions. Two jury members now call guilty. Four now call not guilty. Therefore, the jury's opinion is conflicted, and, in accordance with the law of this land... ...I hereby order the continuation of this trial.
Judge:
Mr William Shamspeare!
Shamspeare:
My Lord! How can thy humble Shamspeare serve thee?
Judge:
What say you in response to the various revelations made during the summation examination?
Shamspeare:
So God mend me, I do solemnly swear... ...I recall aught of either the lamp or the pipe!
Juror No. 5:
But your handprints have made a tidy mess all over the wall there. How d'you explain that, eh?
Van Zieks:
I am done with this. The dignity of this great courtroom has been sullied enough already...juror number five.
Juror No. 5:
Who, me?!
Van Zieks:
As I went to some pains to point out already... ...a print from the self-professed detective's toy has no place in a British court of law.
Juror No. 1:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
As such, whether or not this man did indeed stand before the gas lamp with his hands against the wall... ...remains, at this time, unestablished conjecture. You would all do well to remember that.
Juror No. 3:
Ah.........
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But the prosecution must concede that it would be extremely simple to verify! Just order the mouth of the gas pipe feeding that lamp in Mr Shamspeare's room to be examined! If there are traces of poison there...
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
What appears to be extremely simple is my Nipponese friend's mind. You will recall that in order to check for the presence of poison in the tea, some remnants of tea were required.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...
Van Zieks:
Therefore it shouldn't be beyond your wit to imagine that even if poison were to have been spread on the pipe... ...it would have completely evaporated by now, making any analysis impossible!
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (I didn't think of that...)
Judge:
In any case, Counsel...I fail to see what could possibly have motivated the man to do as you describe. Why on earth would this fellow have wanted to blow air into the gas pipework where he lived?
Ryunosuke:
......... There's only one possibility that I can think of. And that is... ...to use the leaking gas to commit murder!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! ...Counsel! Precisely whose life do you propose this man was plotting to end?
Ryunosuke:
(The answer couldn't be simpler. Now we've unravelled the mystery this far...) Mr Shamspeare wanted to end the life of...
Present Soseki Natsume profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"If a gas lamp were to go out, it would be noticed immediately, of course."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Good Lord! An unexpected answer indeed!
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. The nature of cases like these is that they're full of wild twists and turns!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Or rather, My Lord... ...the nature of counsellors like these is that they're full of wide-eyed twattle and theatrics.
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAGH! (Alright, keep calm... Just try to think... I know there's someone who's been complaining of troubles with the gas supply recently...)
Leads back to:
"Mr Shamspeare wanted to end the life of..."
Ryunosuke:
If a gas lamp were to go out, it would be noticed immediately, of course. But a gas stove, on the other hand, could be silently extinguished by the killer without anyone noticing.
Juror No. 5:
I live round those parts myself, so I know what it's like. I can tell you, trying to sleep without the stove lit is pretty much suicide. You'd freeze to death in no time.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Garrideb, the landlord, has a large fireplace in his part of the residence, on the top floor. In other words, it wasn't the landlord, but a fellow lodger whose life Mr Shamspeare was trying to end.
Judge:
Outrageous!
Ryunosuke:
I'm talking, of course...about the defendant!
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr Natsume isn't the villain in this case... ...he's the victim this man was trying to murder!
Judge:
Good gracious!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The accused is actually the aggrieved? ...Interesting. However...the fundamental facts of the case remain unchanged. Namely...that the accused is the aggressor here!
Ryunosuke:
What? How can you still claim that?
Van Zieks:
Let us indulge your fancies for a moment and assume that there was indeed poison on the mouth of the gas pipe. The question that then arises...is who put it there.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Who DID put it there?)
Van Zieks:
The only logical conclusion is that the person responsible... ...was aware of this man's trickery with the gas supply and his intent to kill.
Judge:
Yes, that would indeed seem logical. If the assailant were unaware, how would he or she have known to lace the end of the gas pipe with poison?
Van Zieks:
So now we must ask...how could anyone have known of Mr Shamspeare's murderous designs?
Susato:
Ah! You mean to suggest...?
Van Zieks:
Naturally, the sole possible answer to that question couldn't be more obvious. Only the man whose life was being threatened could possibly have known.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
In other words... ...the person who put the poison on the gas pipe, in what was a clear retaliatory attack... ...can only have been the accused, Mr Soseki Natsume.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Juror No. 3:
...!
Van Zieks:
Whatever Mr William Shamspeare may or may not have contrived to do... ...he was nevertheless the victim of a potentially lethal poison attack. And the only person who could possibly have perpetrated that attack...is the accused, Mr Natsume.
Juror No. 4:
...!
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Van Zieks:
The defence counsel's theorising has failed to avert suspicion from the accused. Far from it. In fact, now that a clear motive for the poisoning has been successfully established... ...that suspicion is greater than ever. Would you not agree...my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
Ah......... AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! (How did he manage to turn that around on me so rapidly?)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, you must respond! Otherwise the members of the jury may very well change their leanings against us again. And this may be our last chance to gain the advantage!
Ryunosuke:
What advantage?
Susato:
Well, it would seem that somebody put poison on the gas pipe in Mr Shamspeare's room. So we must name that person now and absolve Mr Natsume of guilt!
Ryunosuke:
You mean...name the true culprit?
Susato:
...I know it might sound impossible. But if we fail to do that... ...I have no doubt that Mr Natsume's fate will be sealed once and for all!
Ryunosuke:
(As it happens... ...one possible culprit does come to mind. The evidence... The poison... It's all pointing to a particular person now...)
Van Zieks:
The prosecution calls for the jury to consider their leanings again. I trust you'll make the correct choice this time... Mr Foreman.
Juror No. 1:
Hm? What? ...Oh, don't you worry! We know exactly what-
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
There is one other person who I believe could have been involved in all of this. The true culprit of this crime.
Judge:
The, the true culprit?
Van Zieks:
A term found only in second-rate novels featuring third-rate 'great detectives'...my Nipponese friend. But why not? This farce has gone on for so long already, I see no reason to cut it short before its disappointing climax.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you.
Van Zieks:
Tell us, my learned Nipponese friend...what is your latest theory? Who is the so-called 'true culprit' of this crime?
Present Olive Green profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The name of the person responsible for the poison that afflicted Mr Shamspeare is, I believe..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Van Zieks:
......... You claim this person is the true culprit?
Ryunosuke:
Highly suspicious, I would say, yes!
Van Zieks:
Perhaps, my learned Nipponese friend, you should turn those wide eyes of suspicion on yourself.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
For it seems to me that your reckless reasoning makes you, far more than anyone else you could name... ...a very dangerous man indeed!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, please! You must concentrate!
Ryunosuke:
I, I was trying to!
Susato:
Then you must concentrate harder!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh. Harsh...)
Leads back to:
"Who is the so-called 'true culprit' of this crime?"
Ryunosuke:
The name of the person responsible for the poison that afflicted Mr Shamspeare is, I believe... ...Miss Olive Green.
Judge:
Miss Olive Green... Miss...Olive Green... I do feel as though I've heard that name in the recent past, Counsel. But I don't recall where...
Van Zieks:
Miss Olive Green? The woman from six days ago... The victim in the recent case of stabbing on Briar Road. An incident for which Mr Natsume was arrested, I hasten to add.
Judge:
Oh... Of course, yes! Miss Green. She was left comatose for some three days, I believe. But I hear she regained consciousness two days ago.
Van Zieks:
And I hardly need remind the court that Mr Shamspeare's poisoning took place three days ago. Given that the woman was lying comatose in a hospital bed at the time, she appears to have a rather fine alibi.
Ryunosuke:
(True, on the night that the incident occurred, Miss Green was in hospital, unconscious. So on the face of it, it would seem that she couldn't possibly be responsible. But still...) My colleagues and I visited Miss Green in hospital yesterday. And we found her to be in possession of a bottle of poison.
Judge:
Good gracious! She had poison?
Ryunosuke:
And there is another fact that links Miss Green to this case as well. The defence requests that she be brought to the witness stand in order to explain the details to the court.
Judge:
Hmmm... Tell me, Mr Shamspeare...
Shamspeare:
My Lord! Pray, what be thy bidding?
Judge:
Are you acquainted with Miss Green?
Shamspeare:
Eh? N-No, never heard of her...
Susato:
Judging by the look on Mr Shamspeare's face... ...I think perhaps he genuinely doesn't know her. At least...not by name.
Van Zieks:
...As the voice of Her Majesty's prosecution here, I adhere to my word. We will see my learned Nipponese friend's farce through to its conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
I, I appreciate that!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution requests a short recess, My Lord. In order to subpoena the witness and bring her here.
Judge:
Yes, Miss Olive Green...
Van Zieks:
Indeed, My Lord. One hour should be sufficient.
Judge:
Very well. I grant the request.
Ryunosuke:
(Excellent...I hope.)
Judge:
The defence has made a most extraordinary accusation, I must say. But at the present time, I feel the prosecution's argument remains largely uncontested. Accordingly, I'm afraid the defendant and his culpability remain the sole subject of this court's attention. Thank you, Counsels. We reconvene in one hour. Court is adjourned!
To be continued...
23rd February, 11:32 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Soseki:
Joyful, Jubilant, Jumping Jacks!
Susato:
Oh, Mr Natsume! I'm so pleased for you!
Soseki:
Locum Student Mr Naruhodo Esquire! And Non-Locum Judicial Assistant Miss Mikotoba Esquiress! Now, finally...at long last, there can be proof... Proof that I'm innocent, and...proof that my tea is innocent!
Sholmes:
Ah! Good morning, my dear fellows!
Soseki:
ARGH! HERR LOCK SHOLMES! May you drink my tepid tea and fall forever silent!
Ryunosuke:
(I thought the tea was innocent...)
Susato:
Oh, Mr Sholmes, you came! How wonderful!
Sholmes:
Please, save your derision. I know what you're all thinking. '"Good morning," he says? When it's very nearly time for luncheon...' Your scorn is written clearly across your faces.
Ryunosuke:
Nobody said or thought anything of the sort.
Sholmes:
The truth is, I was determined that today would be the day. As sleep seduced me last night, I thought... ...'Tomorrow for once I shall not oversleep! I'll rise early and be present in court to support my companions!' Such spirited determination has a beauty all of its own, does it not?
Susato:
Oh yes!
Sholmes:
And then I began to muse on the subject. 'Why do people oversleep?' I queried. 'Why, time after time, do they make the same foolish blunder?' And the answer came to me at once. It's so delightfully simple: people oversleep...because they sleep! Well? Is that not an astute insight into the matter?
Susato:
Oh...yes.
Sholmes:
Upon which realisation, I attempted an experiment. I didn't sleep a wink all night! And the results... By first light, I was exhausted and began to be assailed by fits of drowsiness.
Ryunosuke:
Shocking...
Sholmes:
And so, the conclusion of last night's experiment is this: a good night's sleep is quite simply essential!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think most of us probably knew that already.
Sholmes:
What others presuppose, I prove by experimentation. That, my dear fellow, is the scientific method! Ah yes, and one more thing... Do you remember this?
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course. It's the poison that Miss Green was about to drink at the hospital yesterday. Oh! You didn't manage to...?
Sholmes:
It was a laborious task, as the bottle was near empty. But such inconveniences do not hinder Sholmes. I managed to confirm that it contained strychnine.
Ryunosuke:
...So I was right.
Sholmes:
Perhaps. Though of course such circumstantial evidence doesn't prove Miss Green's guilt. I shall leave the bottle in your care now. But licking the inside of the neck is not recommended!
The bottle of poison has been entered into the Court Record.
???:
Ah...could I have a word?
Examine evidence
Bottle of Poison
Bottom of bottle
Ryunosuke:
So this is the poison we've been hearing so much about. Strychnine... There are a few remnants on the bottom of the bottle here, look.
Susato:
You mustn't be tempted to try it.
Ryunosuke:
Of course not. ...As long as we don't lose this trial.
Susato:
......... No! Even if we lose the trial! ......... No! We mustn't lose the trial in the first place, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(Make your mind up, Susato-san...)
Sholmes:
Gregson! How good of you to come!
Gregson:
......... Forget it. Excuse me...
Ryunosuke:
Wait a minute, Inspector!
Gregson:
I, um...don't wish to make a nuisance of myself...
Ryunosuke:
(From the look on your face, I'd say it's someone else who you think is making a nuisance of himself.)
Sholmes:
My dear inspector, please, speak freely. Pretend that I'm not here.
Gregson:
Believe me, if I could do that, life would be a whole lot simpler for me.
Susato:
Do you have the results, Inspector? Of the investigation of Mr Shamspeare's room?
Gregson:
Not yet. Shouldn't be long now, though. No, I'm here about somethin' else. That dead convict, actually.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, you mean the man from this newspaper article we discovered yesterday in Mr Shamspeare's room?
Susato:
A man by the name of... Ah yes, Selden.
Gregson:
I went through the archives at the Yard and dug out the fellow's file. There's somethin' in there that... Well, it caught my eye.
Susato:
Something caught your eye? What, Inspector? What?
Gregson:
I've copied out the relevant parts for you. So you can read it for yourselves.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you!
The capital offender's file has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
These documents... ...include the details that were in the newspaper cutting we found in Mr Shamspeare's room. I'll rearrange everything in the Court Record so we don't have duplicate information!
Ryunosuke:
Why are you giving us a copy of this important file, though?
Gregson:
Well...you're the ones who turned up the clue in the first place, aren't you? I'm just makin' sure things get handled in the proper fashion.
Susato:
Oh, Scotland Yard's workings are so wonderful!
Sholmes:
Indeed, my dear fellows! And the inspector here is a shining diamond in its crown!
Ryunosuke:
A shining diamond...in the rough, maybe.
Gregson:
Look, I just don't wanna be beholden to a lawyer, that's all.
Bailiff:
Counsel for the Defence! And the defendant! Court proceedings are about to resume. Make your way into the courtroom at once!
Sholmes:
Well, I shall leave you then. I'll be listening with interest from the public gallery. Not nodding off at all! Certainly not!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
I'm rather tired of seeing Mr Moustache in floods of tears, personally. So...the best of luck to you!
Soseki:
LOCUM STUDENT MR NARUHODO ESQUIRE!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Mr Natsume?
Soseki:
It's, it's time, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...this is it. Miss Olive Green and Mr William Shamspeare... This is going to be the final battle. (I won't really have saved Soseki-san... ...until I've exposed the whole truth of everything that's been going on. But it's all coming to a head now. You can do it, Ryunosuke. You have to!)
23rd February, 12:30 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session again now. Before the recess, we heard a most startling accusation from the defence. Namely, that the victim of the case we heard here only a few days ago is the true perpetrator of this incident.
Van Zieks:
A reckless, rash and prejudiced charge of wrongdoing in my opinion, My Lord. However... ...the prosecution has tried to extend every courtesy to this amateur newcomer from dubious Eastern shores.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you! (...For that backhanded consideration.)
Judge:
...A rather cold assessment from the honourable British prosecutor, I must say. So, Lord van Zieks...is the new witness present and ready to take the stand?
Van Zieks:
Ready and waiting in the witnesses' antechamber, My Lord.
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff! Bring the witnesses in!
Van Zieks:
Witnesses...state your names and occupations for the court, please.
Shamspeare:
William Shamspeare, my liege. For mine occupation, I can say only... ...that I be a tragic victim. To be pitied.
Van Zieks:
Currently unemployed, in other words.
Green:
I'm Olive Green. I'm a fledgling artist. ...Well, no... ...not a fledgling, really. A hopeless failure who's too weak-spirited to admit she has no talent, I suppose...
Van Zieks:
Also currently unemployed, in other words.
Ryunosuke:
(What a coterie...)
Judge:
Mr Shamspeare...
Shamspeare:
My Lord, I am thy humble servant...
Judge:
I'm afraid that you are no longer merely the victim in this affair. The possibility has been raised that you are in fact the assailant, intent on taking the life of your fellow lodger. The part you have played in this whole business will be thoroughly scrutinised, I assure you.
Shamspeare:
...I would for nought else, My Lord!
Judge:
And Miss Green...
Green:
...Yes?
Judge:
You are aware of the reason you have been summoned to this courtroom today, I presume?
Green:
......... Yes, the officer did explain. He said I poisoned...this ridiculous buffoon.
Ryunosuke:
And? Do you accept the charge, Miss Green?
Green:
......... I don't know anything about any poisoning. And...I don't know anything about this man.
Shamspeare:
'Come, lady, die to live.' Verily, I know not thy prickly, pea-pigmented personage.
Judge:
Very well. Let us proceed with the matter at hand. That being to ascertain whether or not Miss Green has any involvement in this affair.
Green:
It's all very strange. Very strange indeed. Why would you suspect me? I barely ever go to the East End anyway. It so happens that I passed by that neighbourhood six days ago, that's all. And on the night that this man was poisoned, I was still in hospital, fighting for my life.
Van Zieks:
Yes, having been unfortunately caught up in the incident on the street outside the Garrideb household. An incident that rendered you unconscious for some three days.
Green:
I was struck in the middle of my back by a knife, through no fault of my own, and now I'M under suspicion? What other irrelevant things might I be suspected of? It's all very disturbing...
Judge:
Hmmm, your energies may be better spent worrying about random knife attacks, I feel, Miss Green.
Ryunosuke:
At this point in time... ...all that appears to connect you with Mr Shamspeare's lodgings is the Briar Road incident of six days ago. That's why... ...we would like you to testify formally now about exactly what happened.
Green:
Oh no! The incident six days ago? You, you mean you want me to relive that awful accident?
Ryunosuke:
Unfortunately, yes. Please tell the court what happened that day. And of course...we will be interested to hear from you about your movements that day, too, Mr Shamspeare.
Shamspeare:
Eh? But, but what happened six days ago is nothing to do with me being poisoned!
Judge:
Let us proceed, then. The witnesses will present their formal testimony to the court... ...on the subject of the incident that took place on Briar Road the evening of the seventeenth of February!
Witness Testimony
- The Evening of 17th February -
Green:
It was six days ago, at about 5 p.m. I was walking along in the snow when I was suddenly stabbed in the back.
Coincidentally, it happened to be just outside the house where the men in this case have their lodgings.
Shamspeare:
I was at the tavern on the eve of which thou speak'st, for I had bespoke my supper.
Green:
It was the first time I'd been in the area. I had a little matter to attend to, that's all.
Anyway, I was admitted straight to hospital, so I knew nothing about all of this business.
Judge:
Yes, a second incident inside a week at what I believe to be aptly described as 'the haunted lodgings'. One can only presume this is a most unfortunate coincidence...
Van Zieks:
Meanwhile, you say you were not in your room, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
'Twas the following morn when I did awaken that I learn'd of the dire events. Marry! What a commotion did the officers of the law make on the floor above mine!
Ryunosuke:
(When Soseki-san was arrested on suspicion of attempted murder...)
Van Zieks:
As suspected, there is nothing connecting these two witnesses but happenstance.
Ryunosuke:
(It's true, it does seem as though they're unrelated at first glance. But I'm not so sure... There's something lurking in the shadows here. I feel certain of it. And this is my one and only chance to expose it!)
Judge:
Counsel, you may now cross-examine these two witnesses if you wish.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Evening of 17th February -
Green:
It was six days ago, at about 5 p.m. I was walking along in the snow when I was suddenly stabbed in the back.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I'm well acquainted with the case. ...I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Green:
It was awful. I still can't believe I was unconscious for so long. And I woke up to find that the case had been solved and the culprit arrested.
Van Zieks:
Yes. The incident has been resolved already. Perhaps it would help you to consider it a bad dream that ended with your wakening...and should now be forgotten.
Green:
Yes, I...I suppose so. Thank you.
Ryunosuke:
But before you put it completely behind you, Miss Green, I need you to remember the details one last time. You must tell the court exactly what happened that day... for us to arrive at the truth about this new case.
Green:
The trouble is, there's nothing to tell, really. I was just walking along the pavement.
Green:
Coincidentally, it happened to be just outside the house where the men in this case have their lodgings.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What were you doing there that day, though?
Green:
What do you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
The art school you attend... What's it called?
Green:
Ah...yes... It's the Thorndyke Academy of Fine Arts.
Susato:
According to Mr Sholmes, that's just in the vicinity of Brixton Road... ...which is some ten stops away from the scene on the Underground.
Ryunosuke:
I believe you mentioned before that you also live on Brixton Road. Isn't that right? So why, then, would you have been walking along Briar Road in the middle of the East End?
Green:
Well...um... It's because, um... Oh yes, of course! I thought it might make a nice picture!
Van Zieks:
The witness is a student of art. City-dwelling artists can't all paint grand urban vistas.
Green:
That's, that's right! I happen to like the crumbling look of that part of town.
Susato:
Perhaps 'quaint' would have been a less...grating term...
Ryunosuke:
The point is, she's definitely hiding something.
Susato:
Yes. It seems she's not going to be forthcoming with the truth...
Ryunosuke:
(If she's trying to hide why she was there that evening... ...it must mean there's a reason for her not wanting us to know. That's the key to this!) And you, Mr Shamspeare... On the evening of the incident six days ago... ...would you tell the court what exactly you were doing?
Shamspeare:
'Twould be my pleasure, sire.
Shamspeare:
I was at the tavern on the eve of which thou speak'st, for I had bespoke my supper.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A tavern, you say? Which one?
Shamspeare:
'Twas the Slug and Salad where I did tarry. 'Tis a jewel in the East End.
Van Zieks:
......... And a little unexpected, I feel.
Shamspeare:
Hm?
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
The Slug and Salad offers unusually fine dining...for the locality, at least. Not an establishment you'd expect to be patronised by a man with not even a crumb of bread in his room.
Shamspeare:
...!
Susato:
It's true. The menu lists premium crusts of bread and glasses of water...in different levels of cloudiness.
Van Zieks:
I would have expected Grub's Grubbery in the local vicinity to be more...appropriate for your means. Watery soup and mushy peas. Or rather, soupy water and pea-like mush.
Ryunosuke:
All equally appetising...
Shamspeare:
I, I just wanted to try some water in a different pub for once! What's wrong with that?
Ryunosuke:
(How different can water really be...?)
Susato:
Or perhaps...there's a more plausible explanation. A specific reason why he had to go to that particular establishment...
Ryunosuke:
Agreed. The fact that on that day of all days, he dined at a place he wouldn't normally... It does stand out. (So Mr Shamspeare's own actions on the day of the incident six days ago were slightly suspicious... I wonder if we have some evidence that can explain those actions...)
Present evidence
Ryunosuke:
Mr Shamspeare...
Shamspeare:
Y-Yes, sire?
Ryunosuke:
On the day in question, is it not the case that you visited The Slug and Salad, a place you don't normally patronise... ...for a very particular reason?
Shamspeare:
I, I don't know what you're talking about. Pray, if thou hast some purpose, speak'st!
Ryunosuke:
Very well! I will present the court with evidence. Evidence that explains why you had to be at The Slug and Salad that day. Namely...
Present Torn-Off End of Envelope (after examining jagged edge once Miss Green's Card has been added to the Court Record)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I believe this torn-off piece of envelope reveals the answer. Because it fits together perfectly with the envelope of the card that was submitted into evidence earlier.
Judge:
Good Lord! Miss Green's card, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. It reads: 'I have information regarding the death of Duncan Ross. Come to The Slug and Salad on Briar Road at 5 p.m. on 17th. Don't tell anybody else about this letter or the meeting. It is a matter of utmost importance.' Mr Shamspeare... Your actions on the afternoon of Miss Green's stabbing... ...are exactly as described in this note.
Shamspeare:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
Personally, I find it hard to believe that's a coincidence. Don't you, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
Um...well...
Green:
Excuse me...can I say something?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Miss Green?
Green:
That card was delivered to me. It doesn't have anything to do with THIS odd man, does it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, well you'd think so, yes. But it's hard to believe it's merely-
Green:
My Lord, may I?
Judge:
May you what, Miss Green?
Green:
I'd like to make something very clear about that card.
Judge:
Very well then, you may amend your testimony... ...to include details about the peculiar note.
Changes fifth statement from "Anyway, I was admitted straight to hospital, so I knew nothing about all of this business." to "This note was delivered to me at my address. It's nothing to do with the odd man next to me here."
Present Miss Green's Card (after examining envelope)
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I believe this card reveals the answer.
Judge:
Good Lord! Miss Green's card, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. It reads: 'I have information regarding the death of Duncan Ross. Come to The Slug and Salad on Briar Road at 5 p.m. on 17th. Don't tell anybody else about this letter or the meeting. It is a matter of utmost importance.' Mr Shamspeare... Your actions on the afternoon of Miss Green's stabbing... ...are exactly as described in this note.
Shamspeare:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
Personally, I find it hard to believe that's a coincidence. Don't you, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
Um...well...
Green:
Excuse me...can I say something?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Miss Green?
Green:
That card was delivered to me. It doesn't have anything to do with THIS odd man, does it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, well you'd think so, yes. But it's hard to believe it's merely-
Green:
My Lord, may I?
Judge:
May you what, Miss Green?
Green:
I'd like to make something very clear about that card.
Judge:
Very well then, you may amend your testimony... ...to include details about the peculiar note.
Changes fifth statement from "Anyway, I was admitted straight to hospital, so I knew nothing about all of this business." to "This note was delivered to me at my address. It's nothing to do with the odd man next to me here."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Shamspeare:
O good Horatio... ...there are more things in Heaven and Earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Ryunosuke:
Horatio?
Susato:
I believe it's a line from Shakespeare's play 'Hamlet', Mr Naruhodo.
Van Zieks:
Be it a line from the great Shakespeare or from this... Mr Shamspeare, the message is the same: My learned Nipponese friend is wide of the mark.
Ryunosuke:
(Hardly surprising given this witness's obtuse literary quotes...)
Susato:
I do wonder if there isn't perhaps some evidence that would explain why it was The Slug and Salad he visited...
Judge:
I think we have discussed this issue enough. Let us return to the witnesses' testimony, please...
Shamspeare:
Gladly I would thy bidding do, Horatio...
Leads back to cross-examination
Not at the moment
Ryunosuke:
(I wish we did...but sadly I can't think of anything at the moment.)
Susato:
If we find a clue that could explain why Mr Shamspeare went there, we must present it to the court!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, absolutely!
Judge:
If that is all on this matter, Counsel, I would ask Miss Green to reiterate her next statement.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after changing fifth statement)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Remind me, which tavern was it?
Shamspeare:
Why, The Slug and Salad, sire. As I said to thee erewhile.
Ryunosuke:
So on that particular evening, and no other, you chose to visit a different tavern to normal. And the reason for that is written in this card, isn't it? 'Come to The Slug and Salad on Briar Road at 5 p.m. on 17th.'
Shamspeare:
No! ...Nay! The green woman already told you! The note is nothing to do with this odd man!
Ryunosuke:
(That's one admission, at least...)
Susato:
But the undeniable truth is that the torn-off end of the envelope was found in Mr Shamspeare's room.
Ryunosuke:
In other words... ...one or the other of these witnesses is lying!
Shamspeare:
.........
Green:
.........
Van Zieks:
Let's return to the testimony, shall we?
Green:
It was the first time I'd been in the area. I had a little matter to attend to, that's all.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What 'little matter', Miss Green? Please elaborate.
Green:
It was nothing, really. It's not worth mentioning.
Ryunosuke:
If you remember, you mentioned it to us yesterday at the hospital.
Green:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
It was related to the card you were holding.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green! (What was that?! She clearly just hid something behind her back!)
Ryunosuke:
From memory, I believe the card contained a note that read: 'I have information regarding the death of Duncan Ross.'
Green:
Wh-What does that matter? This has nothing to do with Duncan.
Pursue William Shamspeare (before Miss Green's Card is added to the Court Record)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Shamspeare! Do you have something to share with the court?
Shamspeare:
......... 'To be, or not to be, that is the question...' ...Ah, pray, forgive me. The great bard's words springeth from within me with ne'er a thought.
Ryunosuke:
(Don't tell me... It's because you're possessed by Shakespeare's spirit, right?) Hearing Miss Green's words a moment ago seemed to make you think of something. Something of relevance perhaps?
Shamspeare:
Eh?! Um...well... Nay nay, sire! 'Twas nothing at all!
Ryunosuke:
Presumably you know the name, though? Mr Duncan Ross, I mean. After all, you were both lodgers in the same house.
Shamspeare:
I would it were so, but sadly nay. Lodging be a lonely occupation, sire. My lodging fellows be rarely known to me.
Ryunosuke:
So you haven't heard of him...even though he passed away in the room just one floor above yours?
Shamspeare:
...!
Judge:
Hmmm... Miss Green.
Green:
Me, My Lord? Have I done something wrong?
Judge:
The card that was mentioned before...containing the note. Do you have it upon your person?
Green:
I do, yes. But I don't need it any more. In fact, I should throw it away, really.
Judge:
Before you dispose of it, the court will take it as evidence, please.
Miss Green's card has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Of course... That's what links Mr Shamspeare and Miss Green! It's Duncan Ross!)
Judge:
Now, continue with your testimony, please, Miss Green.
Leads back to cross-examination
Van Zieks:
Duncan Ross...
Ryunosuke:
Please, Miss Green. Tell us more about that note!
Green:
......... I'm sorry... ...there's really nothing I can tell you. But I can assure you, it's unrelated to all of this. Completely unrelated.
Ryunosuke:
The truth is, you went out that day because that's what the note told you to do, isn't it? The instructions were for you to come to Briar Road at five o'clock that afternoon.
Green:
......... I didn't think I should go at first. But then... ...I thought it might be a good opportunity to see what the East End looked like.
Judge:
Hmmm... Very well, if that's your final word on the matter. Continue, please.
Examine evidence
Miss Green's Card
Envelope or card
Ryunosuke:
The envelope has been ripped open rather carelessly, hasn't it? Miss Green strikes me as the type to open correspondence more neatly than that. ......... Ah.
Susato:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
The way the envelope is torn... I'm almost sure I've seen that exact same shape somewhere else.
Susato:
......... Oh! You don't mean... Were you thinking of this piece of evidence, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! That's it. Try to match them up...
Susato:
They go together perfectly... This torn-off end of the envelope clearly belongs with this card!
The details of Miss Green's card have been updated in the Court Record.
The details of the torn-off end of envelope have been updated in the Court Record.
Envelope or card (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
The envelope that contained the note to Miss Green and the torn-off card we found fit together perfectly.
Susato:
Yes! There's no question that they're from the same letter!
Ryunosuke:
But...that means... (Something doesn't quite add up here, does it?)
Torn-Off End of Envelope
Jagged edge (before examining envelope or card of Miss Green's Card)
Ryunosuke:
Do you remember where we found this torn-off piece of envelope?
Susato:
Yes, of course. It was in Mr Shamspeare's room.
Ryunosuke:
For some reason, it's suddenly started to bother me. ......... The way it's been ripped... I feel sure I've seen the same pattern somewhere else...
Susato:
......... Ah! I wonder if it could be this you're thinking of! The envelope in which Miss Green's card came.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! That's it! Try putting them together now and let's see...
Susato:
They go together perfectly... This torn-off end of the envelope clearly belongs with this card!
The details of the torn-off end of envelope have been updated in the Court Record.
The details of Miss Green's card have been updated in the Court Record.
Jagged edge (subsequent times, or after examining envelope or card of Miss Green's Card)
Ryunosuke:
The envelope that contained the note to Miss Green and the torn-off card we found fit together perfectly.
Susato:
Yes! There's no question that they're from the same letter!
Ryunosuke:
But...that means... (Something doesn't quite add up here, does it?)
Green:
Anyway, I was admitted straight to hospital, so I knew nothing about all of this business.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you didn't regain consciousness until the day after the trial, did you? In the early hours.
Green:
Exactly! So how could I have had anything to do with it? And yet you still haul me in here to court like this. Honestly...!
Van Zieks:
So at the time of the poisoning, the witness was unconscious in her hospital bed. Could there be a more airtight alibi, I ask you?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Green:
And yet, in spite of that, you claim that I was the culprit?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I, I, erm...
Green:
But you certainly haven't produced any evidence to support your wild claim, have you? None at all!
Van Zieks:
There you have it. The good lady has yet to see evidence...my learned Nipponese friend.
Ryunosuke:
I'm working on it...
Judge:
Counsel, I will point out here that the jury's next decision will be final.
Ryunosuke:
(We're really up against the wall here...)
Green:
This note was delivered to me at my address. It's nothing to do with the odd man next to me here.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I think you said that you received it the day before the incident, didn't you?
Green:
Yes, that's right.
Van Zieks:
There appears to be no indication of the sender's name or address on the envelope.
Green:
It was in my letterbox and that's all I know, I'm afraid. I've no idea who sent it.
Judge:
'I have information regarding the death of Duncan Ross.' Who is this Duncan Ross, please?
Green:
A friend of mine. He attended the same art school as I do. He, he passed away in a tragic accident a month ago now, though. I wasn't sure what to make of that note, to be honest, but in the end I decided to go.
Ryunosuke:
So you found out what the information was?
Green:
Of course I didn't. You're not thinking straight.
Van Zieks:
Whilst on her way there, she was stabbed in the back. ...As my learned friend hopefully remembers.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Yes, of course! (She never made it to the meeting...)
Present Torn-Off End of Envelope or Miss Green's Card
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The day before the incident - exactly one week ago now - this note was delivered to your address."
Before pressing fourth statement
Ryunosuke:
(So that's all the testimony I have to work with...)
Susato:
There's certainly no obvious link between these two, or the two incidents.
Ryunosuke:
But we can't just turn around and admit this has all been a waste of time! I have some pride you know, Miss Susato.
Susato:
I think perhaps pride shouldn't come into this, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Well anyway, I should at least make sure I've pressed them on all of their statements. ...And hard, too.
Susato:
Oh dear...did you hear what I said about pride?
After pressing fourth statement, before pursuing William Shamspeare correctly
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, did you notice? One of the witnesses reacted rather strangely to something that was said before.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! You mean...?
Susato:
That's right. When you see someone reacting in an odd way, it's time to 'pursue'!
Ryunosuke:
(I need to keep a closer eye on the people in the stand, even if they're not speaking at the time, it seems...)
After pursuing William Shamspeare correctly
Susato:
Oh, Mr Naruhodo! You pursued Mr Shamspeare wonderfully there!
Ryunosuke:
It's worked out well, hasn't it? We have a new clue at last! Alright! Now I need to pull off a really insightful objection somewhere...
Susato:
Well... ...as you've managed to expose this promising new angle, I wonder if you should perhaps try to develop that?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Yes, of course! (And yelling out objections isn't necessarily the best way to do that, I suppose...)
Ryunosuke:
The day before the incident - exactly one week ago now - this note was delivered to your address. And upon carrying out the instructions in the note...you found yourself in hospital.
Green:
Yes, I did! It's terrible, everything that's happened to me!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it is terrible. ...If it's all true, that is.
Green:
What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green, have a look at this, please. It's the torn-off end of an envelope.
Green:
Oh...is it?
Ryunosuke:
And it so happens...that it fits together perfectly with the envelope of the note you received.
Green:
...! Wh-Where did you find that?
Ryunosuke:
In Mr Shamspeare's room.
Shamspeare:
Eh? In, in my room?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Shamspeare... ...do you perhaps remember this note from somewhere?
Shamspeare:
Uh...well...
Ryunosuke:
Your actions that afternoon follow the instructions in the note to the letter. 'Come to The Slug and Salad on Briar Road at 5 p.m. on 17th.' And so that's exactly where you went.
Shamspeare:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Let me ask you again, Mr Shamspeare... You already knew about this note, didn't you?
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And you, Miss Green!
Green:
Ah! What did I do?!
Ryunosuke:
As this torn-off end of the envelope proves... ...the note was originally in Mr Shamspeare's room. So how is it that it came to be in your possession?
Green:
I, I don't have the first idea. I'm just a fledgling artist, after all.
Ryunosuke:
There is only one explanation! You broke into Mr Shamspeare's room and stole it!
Green:
.........
Shamspeare:
You did wha- Sorry- Thou hast WHAT?! You broke- I mean- Thou were in MY ROOM?! What on earth...do you want with me?!
Green:
.........
Judge:
It would seem... ...that both witnesses need to testify again.
Shamspeare:
Urrrgh...
Green:
.........
Van Zieks:
Miss Green...
Green:
Yes?
Van Zieks:
Whilst you have the court's sympathy, I'm sure, for the suffering you have endured in recent events... ...anyone found to be giving false testimony in a court of law...will be duly punished. Please bear that in mind.
Green:
......... Yes...I know...
Judge:
Very well then, witnesses. You will give formal testimony again now... ...on the subject of this curious anomaly regarding the note Miss Green claims to have received!
Witness Testimony
- The Anomaly of the Note -
Shamspeare:
I do remember now. 'Twas a week ago, peradventure, that note was deliver'd unto me.
On the day writ therein, I did tarry a long hour at The Slug and Salad, yet nobody came.
Thereafter, on the evening I shared the company of the Japanese fellow, I did see the note had vanish'd.
Green:
I don't know what you mean. You think I snuck into this man's room, do you? Why would I?
I can point out the villain here! And as for that torn-off piece of the envelope, I don't know anything about it.
Judge:
Hmmm... You now claim to have received this letter, do you, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
Faith, 'tis so, My Lord! And I would swear to have set it upon the table in my humble lodgings. Yet...'tis clear to me now that since I return'd from the tavern that night, I have not laid eyes upon it.
Judge:
Hmmm... Well, that being the case... Young lady, it would appear that your testimony was-
Green:
A lie? Is that what you think? How unfair of you to think I'm the one lying!
Judge:
I beg your pardon?!
Green:
I'm just a fledgling artist, as I said, and fledgling artists don't lie. That note was delivered to me at my address! Besides... ...we all know who the liar around here is!
Ryunosuke:
If that's true, Miss Green, how do you explain the facts? This part of the envelope was, without question, found in Mr Shamspeare's room.
Green:
I don't see why I should explain.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Green:
I'm a fledgling artist. My job here is just to say what happened, that's all. It's your job to give the explanations and the proofs. You, the fledgling lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
(The fledgling will do his best...)
Van Zieks:
Evidently, my learned friend's cross-examination is our only hope of learning the truth.
Judge:
Well, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I'm ready, My Lord!
Judge:
Very well then! The defence will now proceed with the cross-examination of the witnesses!
Susato:
Miss Green clearly did break into Mr Shamspeare's room. There can be no question of that. And that's how she acquired the note.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Two facts that are starting to lead me to a possible explanation for all of this... (And it's not a pretty one.)
Cross-Examination
- The Anomaly of the Note -
Shamspeare:
I do remember now. 'Twas a week ago, peradventure, that note was deliver'd unto me. 
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And can you shed any light on the contents of the note at all?
Shamspeare:
Nay, sire! 'Tis as strange to me as a foreign tongue. Even with a knowledge of literature as great as mine own, verily, 'tis impenetrable!
Ryunosuke:
But Mr Duncan Ross had lodgings in the same household as you. In effect, he was your neighbour, so surely you knew him, didn't you?
Shamspeare:
......... Alack, if the choices be 'twixt 'I knew him' and 'I knew him not'... ...then 'tis with foreboding that I be forced to declare we were by some small measure acquaint'd.
Ryunosuke:
Despite your claims, though, you followed the note's instructions and went to The Slug and Salad. Presumably that was nothing to do with your knowledge of literature...?
Shamspeare:
Marry! Nought will have the better of me, sire, save for the lure of curiosity. So 'tis true, I was compell'd by mine own eager heart to betake myself to the tavern. Yet in the end...my curiosity was not satiated.
Shamspeare:
On the day writ therein, I did tarry a long hour at The Slug and Salad, yet nobody came. 
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So even after waiting for an hour, nobody appeared?
Shamspeare:
Well...um...yes, sire. 'Tis as thou sayst.
Ryunosuke:
...Really? You paused for a moment before you answered.
Shamspeare:
In truth, when thou asked whether nobody appeared... I did suddenly recall...
Judge:
Really? Do you mean to tell the court that somebody did appear after all?
Shamspeare:
I was not alone that night at The Slug and Salad, My Lord, no. 'Tis returning to me now... I did treat my lips to almost-clear water, and mine innards to a premium crust of bread. And all around me danc'd a great many companions!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Shamspeare:
Flies, sire! Flies!
Judge:
Good Lord!
Shamspeare:
In the name of Beelzebub, what were they?! Fairies, perchance, from a Midsummer Night's Dream, come to taunt me?
Ryunosuke:
I think they were just flies...
Susato:
I can't help thinking that the flies ought to choose something more wholesome to buzz around. ...Is that wrong of me?
Shamspeare:
Thereafter, on the evening I shared the company of the Japanese fellow, I did see the note had vanish'd. 
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When exactly did you notice it had gone missing?
Shamspeare:
...Such idle thoughts ne'er occupy my mind. I am busied with greater ideas!
Van Zieks:
In other words, you didn't notice.
Ryunosuke:
Several days passed between your outing to the tavern and Mr Natsume's visit to your room.
Judge:
Yes, it would appear that the note disappeared sometime in that interval.
Shamspeare:
...Such idle thoughts ne'er occupy my mind. I am busied with greater ideas!
Judge:
And yet during that time, Miss Green was comatose in hospital, was she not? Clearly then, she could not have been stealing things from Mr Shamspeare's room.
Green:
...! Ah...yes... Yes, of course! It's, it's all some sort of misunderstanding! ...Isn't it, Mr Prosecutor, sir?
Van Zieks:
......... You have so far failed to give a satisfactory explanation as to how you came by the note.
Green:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
I am not here to advocate for your defence, madam. I won't tolerate inconsistencies in your story. ...You would do well to remember that.
Green:
Oh dearie me...
Ryunosuke:
What's Lord van Zieks getting at...?
Green:
I don't know what you mean. You think I snuck into this man's room, do you? Why would I? 
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
It seems that this note was actually delivered to Mr Shamspeare about one week ago.
Green:
Oh...does it?
Ryunosuke:
But for some reason, it ended up in your possession. I can't think of any way that could have happened except for you breaking into Mr Shamspeare's lodgings.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
But for what reason would the witness have done that?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! I, I, um...
Van Zieks:
I won't deny that Miss Green's possession of the note would appear to defy logic. However...until and unless her involvement in this case can be proven in some other way... ...any further pursuit of this note is meaningless!
Susato:
Miss Green could only have come to be in possession of the note by stealing it from Mr Shamspeare's room... And yet, there's no obvious reason why she would have done such a thing...
Ryunosuke:
What if there was some other reason she broke into his lodgings, though.
Susato:
Yes! We should pursue that idea, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(We're close now... I can feel it. We're so close to a breakthrough...)
Green:
.........
Present Bottle of Poison
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Yesterday at the hospital, we saw you with this bottle."
Green:
I can point out the villain here! And as for that torn-off piece of the envelope, I don't know anything about it. 
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you don't want to tell the court the truth about the letter, is that it?
Green:
I'm a fledgling artist, remember? Artists are nearly always introverted characters.
Shamspeare:
Introverted? Fie! This fledgling doth readily cast aspersions about my nature! Yet I am an angel! A seraph! Birds do harmonise with my song! The wind doth frolic on my wing! O pity! Wherefore dost thou accuse one so pure of heart, ample woman?
Green:
...Pure of heart? I don't think so. Even a fledgling like me can see you're just a failure.
Shamspeare:
Tragedy! Thou shalt not know the true heart of an artist until thine instruction hereafter by Death. O the days! O the years! Alas to enlighten thee, thou must wait so long and in vain.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Interject with some clever remark! This is your chance to shine!
Ryunosuke:
...I'm no Shakespearean actor, Miss Susato. No, as far as I can tell, the only thing that's going to resolve this argument...
Susato:
...Is evidence! Yes!
Susato:
It's clear that Miss Green did in fact break into Mr Shamspeare's room, isn't it? And that's where she found this letter.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Two more-or-less foregone conclusions that lead me to one terrifying conclusion.
Susato:
Terrifying?!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm afraid to say... ...that the outcome of this cross-examination may well change how we look at this case completely.
Ryunosuke:
Yesterday at the hospital, we saw you with this bottle. And though the contents spilt during the course of our meeting, a small quantity remained.
Green:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
According to the defence's independent analysis... (Mr Sholmes's chemistry set...) ...the liquid that was still in the bottle was identified...as strychnine.
Van Zieks:
What?! Strychnine?! The very same poison that afflicted Mr Shamspeare!
Shamspeare:
Ah?!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green, you broke into this man's lodgings... ...for one reason, and one reason alone: To cover the end of the pipe that feeds the gas lamp in Mr Shamspeare's room with poison!
Green:
.........
Judge:
Can, can this be...?
Shamspeare:
You...broke into my room...to...?
Ryunosuke:
It may seem incredible to the court... ...but from the remaining clues, there is only one logical conclusion that we can reach. The person who attempted to take Mr Shamspeare's life with poison...was you, Miss Olive Green!
Green:
Oh dear... Oh dear... Oh...dearie... ...MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Judge:
Or-Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! Counsel, are you seriously suggesting this woman put poison on the end of the gas pipe with intent to kill?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. There's no other way to explain the facts.
Judge:
But if Miss Green did indeed set this odious trap six days ago... ...and the victim had put his mouth to the pipe that very evening as expected... ...the attempted murder would have happened six days ago, surely?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Erm...well... (That's a very good point...)
Van Zieks:
......... Perhaps not, My Lord.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
There was a significant police presence in the area that evening, on account of the incident on Briar Road. Local residents were being interviewed throughout the night as part of the ongoing inquiry. A circumspect criminal would likely have chosen not to carry out any wrongdoing at that time.
Ryunosuke:
Lord...van Zieks...
Susato:
And of course, the following morning, there was more activity at Mr Shamspeare's address.
Ryunosuke:
More activity? ...Ah! Yes! You mean his fellow lodger, Mr Natsume, being arrested on suspicion of murder.
Susato:
That's right. And as the defence has already proposed... ...Mr Shamspeare was meddling with the gas in the pipe for a very sinister reason himself: To cause the gas stove in Mr Natsume's room to go out, thereby asphyxiating the occupant.
Ryunosuke:
But once Mr Natsume had been arrested, his room was under constant surveillance by the police. In the circumstances, Mr Shamspeare had no reason to blow air into the gas pipe.
Van Zieks:
His intended victim being in a prison cell... With the need to tamper with the gas removed, the poison on the pipe lay dormant.
Susato:
And then...three days ago now, the situation changed again.
Ryunosuke:
Right! Mr Natsume's trial, which took place here at the Old Bailey, came to an end.
Judge:
The trial in which the man stood accused of stabbing Miss Green in the back...but was duly acquitted.
Ryunosuke:
That resulted in Mr Natsume returning to his lodgings for the first time in two days. And that very night, his gas stove mysteriously went out, and Mr Shamspeare was mysteriously poisoned.
Shamspeare:
Uhhh... Umm...
Ryunosuke:
In conclusion, the poison that was present on the mouth of the gas pipe... ...had been put there in the victim's room some four days earlier!
Shamspeare:
......... MAAAAAAAAAAAARRY!!!
Ryunosuke:
With that new understanding... ...it becomes clear that this letter was all part of the plan.
Judge:
What plan?
Ryunosuke:
The court will recall that the note gave instructions to visit The Slug and Salad at five o'clock. And that the recipient should tell nobody else. ...The reason for those instructions are now clear.
Van Zieks:
To ensure that the lodger would not be at home at the stated time.
Shamspeare:
To...make sure I wasn't home...?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. While you were out, Miss Green could safely slip into your room... ...knowing that she wouldn't be disturbed.
Shamspeare:
You, you mean to say...that letter...
Ryunosuke:
...Was written by Miss Green, yes. And in order to cover her tracks, she took it away with her when she left... ...just after she smeared poison over the mouth of the gas pipe in your room!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! What do you have to say for yourself, witness?!
Green:
.........
Shamspeare:
Just who are you?! Why did you try to kill me?!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green's motive should be obvious.
Green:
.........
Ryunosuke:
It's all tied up with someone whose name we've heard several times already during the course of this trial.
Van Zieks:
So...that's what's behind all this...
Judge:
You will share your apparent understanding with the court, please, Counsel. Which person is behind this woman's motive for the attack on the victim's life?
Present Duncan Ross profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Duncan Ross..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Good gracious! What an utterly unexpected response!
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. The nature of cases like these is that they're full of unexpected twists and turns!
Van Zieks:
Or rather... ...it's that they're full of total nonsense delivered by wide-eyed imbeciles.
Ryunosuke:
WAAAAAAGH! (Well... Surely I'd be more of an imbecile if I went around with my eyes shut...)
Susato:
Perhaps...you should keep your eyes on the matter at hand, Mr Naruhodo. It's somebody related in some way to Miss Green, remember. There are very few options!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, alright...
Leads back to:
"Which person is behind this woman's motive for the attack on the victim's life?"
Judge:
Duncan Ross...
Ryunosuke:
That's right. Before the defendant, Mr Natsume, took up residence in the lodgings at Mr Garrideb's... ...somebody else was renting the room. Mr Duncan Ross.
Van Zieks:
I knew I'd heard the name somewhere else... It was all over the papers a month ago when the man died in strange circumstances at the 'haunted lodgings'.
Judge:
Hm, that does ring a vague... Ah! Of course, yes! I remember now! The young man they claimed was strangled by the 'convict's curse' or some such!
Ryunosuke:
Sadly, My Lord, it wasn't a curse of any kind. Nor was it an accident. The man died as a result of Mr Shamspeare blowing into the gas pipe and causing gas to leak into the room. It was murder, plain and simple!
Shamspeare:
AAAAAAGH!
Green:
......... Hah hah... Hah hah hah... Well...what do you know...? The world...is so unfair... Curses... Curious deaths... That's all people care about... If it's an interesting story...they want to know. It doesn't cross their minds...that real people are involved... And once they're bored... Just one month later, once the story's lost its appeal...everyone's forgotten him...
Shamspeare:
You, you mean you...? Duncan was...?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Ross was Miss Green's fiancé.
Shamspeare:
F-Fiancé?
Ryunosuke:
You may not have known until now who Miss Green really is, Mr Shamspeare... ...but she's known exactly who you are all along. Because you're her sworn enemy. The murderer who took the life of the man she was to marry!
Shamspeare:
MAAAAAAAAARRY!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green, is it not the case... ...that in order to exact revenge on Mr Shamspeare, you smeared poison over the end of the gas pipe?
Green:
.........
Judge:
This, this is all quite extraordinary! Am I correct in my understanding that you now accuse BOTH parties, Counsel? Each on different counts of murder?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, My Lord, that's correct.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Inhaling so deeply, it appears that my fledgling learned friend... ...has taken in a lungful of dubious gas that's causing his judgement to be clouded.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
Why would Mr Shamspeare have wanted to kill these lodgers as you say? You have completely failed to provide a motive to substantiate your accusation against the man.
Shamspeare:
Yes... Yes! That's right, Mr Reaper, my liege! I, I have been slight'd... 'Tis lies! All lies! I deny every utterance!
Green:
And you'll have to forgive me, Mr Naruhodo, sir... ...but I don't intend to admit to anything, either.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green...
Green:
I'm sure you'll think I'm being very rude, but... ...I'm not going to be sent to the gallows for the likes of this scoundrel!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But you broke into the man's room! If you didn't do it to smear poison on the pipe, what was your reason?
Green:
......... I...thought I'd have a look around, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Green:
You're right, I suspected him. So I thought perhaps I might find some evidence or something in his room. Evidence that it was him who took Duncan's life.
Shamspeare:
O vileness! O villainy! O tyranny! O rotundity of woman! But in any case, whene'er I leave my room, I do turn the key in the lock!
Green:
...That whole place is falling apart. The locks on the doors are no different. Duncan showed me once how to unlock the door with some turps and a piece of wire.
Shamspeare:
O awfulness! O artfulness! O tyranny! O profanity of woman!
Van Zieks:
We will consider your trespassing on some future occasion. But for now... ...tell the court what you found. What evidence your search revealed.
Green:
Well...I spotted the note that I'd sent him lying on the floor. When I went to pick it up, I noticed something. One of the floorboards was loose, and underneath it, I discovered a secret hiding place.
Shamspeare:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we also discovered that hiding place.
Susato:
Inside we found a newspaper cutting, a photograph and... an empty tin box.
Green:
Ah, yes, well the thing is...when I found it... ...the box wasn't empty.
Ryunosuke:
What?! There was something in it?
Green:
Yes. This rather nice key.
Shamspeare:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! What are you doing with that?!
Ryunosuke:
(What the...?)
Susato:
Every ounce of colour has drained from his face...
Shamspeare:
Give it here! Give it to me now! It's mine! I inherited it!
Van Zieks:
What was that, witness? What did you say? You inherited it?
Shamspeare:
Ah! Um...no, I... Ugh...
Ryunosuke:
(What's all this about? He inherited that key?)
Green:
It was obviously important to you, since you'd gone to such lengths to hide it. So I took it. I don't know what it's for, but you took something precious from me, so I took something precious from you. So what if it means you can't open something now? I don't care.
Shamspeare:
Give it back this minute! GIVE IT TO ME!
Judge:
Calm yourself, witness!
Ryunosuke:
(So Mr Shamspeare has tried, and in one case succeeded, to take the life of two lodgers now. Yes...his motive for doing so...is the key to everything that's happened!) It's true that there appears to be no motive to support the accusation against Mr Shamspeare...at first. But considering everything we now know, I think there is actually something that could explain it.
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
(I need to recall every piece of evidence at our disposal. Everything we've seen and heard... Because I'm sure that I just caught a glimpse of the link that runs through all of these events!)
Judge:
In that case, Counsel, I must demand that you present evidence to the court in support of your claim. What is it that you say can explain the motivation for Mr Shamspeare's alleged crimes?
Present Capital Offender's File
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"That's...an official police report, is it not?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is it!
Judge:
This is what, exactly, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Um...this is that thing, which... Wait... What?
Van Zieks:
Enough.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... A single word and he puts me in my place...)
Susato:
Obviously.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... A single word and she puts me in my place...)
Susato:
It may not be conclusive proof that we can provide the court at this stage... ...but sometimes all that's required is something that calls the right idea to mind!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright. Mr Shamspeare is desperate to get that key back in his possession. What does that tell us...?)
Leads back to:
"In that case, Counsel, I must demand that you present evidence to the court in support of your claim."
Judge:
That's...an official police report, is it not?
Van Zieks:
The Selden file? How did you get hold of that?!
Shamspeare:
S-Selden...?
Ryunosuke:
The now sadly deceased Mr Ross...and the defendant Mr Natsume... ...have only one thing linking them: The fact that they had lodgings in the same room.
Judge:
Well yes... We know this, certainly.
Van Zieks:
A room that was formerly occupied by Selden. Until, that is, he was arrested by Scotland Yard for his involvement in multiple burglaries.
Judge:
Hm, I see...
Ryunosuke:
And it so happens that the convict Selden left behind one very substantial mystery when he died.
Van Zieks:
The some one thousand pounds worth of loot that he stole... ...which as yet, remains to be found.
Judge:
Ah...yes, of course! It's coming back to me now. It's written in his file here.
Van Zieks:
'A Thousand Pounds Lost En Route to Hell!' ...That was how the papers summed it up.
Ryunosuke:
And it seems that one particular fellow inmate was with the convict in his final moments. It's not hard to imagine Selden entrusting that inmate with his most closely guarded secret: The location of the stolen loot. And perhaps a key...to unlock whatever container the valuables were in.
Shamspeare:
...!
Green:
Ah! You, you mean this key is...?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Shamspeare, it was you, wasn't it? You were at the capital offender's side when he died, were you not?
Shamspeare:
Wh-What are you talking about? 'Tis a false charge, I tell you! A false charge!
Van Zieks:
The name of the inmate who was with Selden at his death isn't noted in this file. But a simple telegram to the prison where he died would quickly tell us how false the charge really is.
Shamspeare:
Ugh...
Judge:
But, but even if it's true... ...why would the man be so intent on killing every subsequent occupant of the convict's lodgings?
Ryunosuke:
There's only one explanation for that, My Lord. It was in that very room...that Selden hid his loot!
Van Zieks:
So...it all comes out...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And having established that... ...all of Mr Shamspeare's subsequent actions start to make perfect sense.
Van Zieks:
When he was let out of prison following Selden's death... ...he made immediately for Mr Garrideb's lodgings in the hope of renting Selden's old room. However, the retired army man was unable to offer him the accommodation of his choice.
Ryunosuke:
Because Selden's old room had already been let to somebody else: Mr Duncan Ross.
Green:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
Which is why Mr Shamspeare subsequently devised his gas-based plot to kill the occupant of the room. And when he was successful, he presumably intended to enquire about switching into the newly vacant room.
Ryunosuke:
However... ...a certain jittery someone had beaten him to it.
Judge:
Mr Soseki Natsume...? The defendant of this case, no less!
Ryunosuke:
So you decided to use the ploy with the gas again, didn't you, Mr Shamspeare? This time to oust Mr Natsume. All for one simple and avaricious reason: To get your hands on the thousand pounds of loot left behind by the dead convict!
Shamspeare:
Ugh... You... Agh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Looks like...I'm gonna snuff it... before they get to stretch me neck... Listen... I want you to 'ave me loot. Anyfin'... to stop the coppers gettin' their mitts on it... It's 'idden in the room...where I was lodgin' when they got me. 'Ere...this is the key to it. ...Take it. Always stay one step ahead, mate. See you in 'ell, I guess...Shamspeare.
Shamspeare:
.........'S mine.........
Ryunosuke:
...? (What did he just say?)
Shamspeare:
...It's mine... ...That...loot...is mine...
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Shamspeare?!
Shamspeare:
It's all lies! I...don't accept any of it! Why should I?! After all...you don't have a shred of evidence! You can't prove...I killed that fellow! Forsooth! I'm the victim here, remember?! ...Isn't that right, ladies and gentlemen? If I don't admit to it...there's nothing you can do! You can't arrest me...for the time being, anyway. Verily! You can't arrest the victim, can you?! ...Isn't that right, ladies and gentlemen? I'm so close... I just need a few more hours... I swore to myself...that I'd get my hands on it... And I can almost taste it now... Do you really think I'd just give up?
Ryunosuke:
(There's no question in my mind now. This man is guilty through and through!)
Susato:
But he seems so utterly intoxicated by the idea of that loot. I'm afraid that however hard you press him, he'll never admit to what he's done, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
......... There is a way.
Susato:
Pardon?
Ryunosuke:
There's one way I can finish him.
Susato:
No!
Ryunosuke:
He's already committed the most heinous crimes to get his hands on that loot. Which means all we need to do, is find it first!
Van Zieks:
A fine plan... ...were it not for the fact that the police thoroughly searched the room following the death of Mr Ross. If it's there at all, it must be very well hidden indeed.
Judge:
Hmmm... Without conclusive evidence, I certainly cannot rule.
Susato:
If only... If only there was some way we could find the convict's loot quickly...
Ryunosuke:
......... (This is the final piece in this complex puzzle. But I think we might have it in our possession already. Or rather, I think we may well have something that can help us find where that loot is hidden!) My Lord!
Judge:
Yes, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
The defence would like to make a proposal. About how to find the late convict's hidden loot. I believe we are already in possession of something that could give us a clue as to its whereabouts!
Van Zieks:
...!
Shamspeare:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(It's our last chance... So it has to be worth a gamble. Besides...  ...we've used the same technique once already, and it definitely paid off then!)
Judge:
Very well then, Counsel, let the court hear your idea! What do you propose we can use in order to locate the hiding place of the deceased convict's haul?
Present Handprints on the Wall
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"If I'm not mistaken..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is my proposal, My Lord!
Judge:
Good gracious! We, we can use that, can we?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
I have another idea. Stop wasting the court's time with this senseless rubbish.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
That is my proposal, my Nipponese friend!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAH! (Ugh...his proposal was better...)
Susato:
We've already found one secret hiding place during the course of our investigations, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I suppose we have. Though someone else beat us to it.
Susato:
The findings from the method we used are still in the Court Record, however aren't they? I believe it's worth proposing the same method again now!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Leads back to:
"Very well then, Counsel, let the court hear your idea!"
Judge:
If I'm not mistaken... ...those are Mr Shamspeare's handprints on the wall of his lodgings...
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. Exposed as a result of the defence's independent investigation of the scene.
Susato:
Based on a wonderful new discovery in the field of forensic science by the great detective, Mr Sholmes!
Shamspeare:
A great detective? Is that some kind of joke? Do you really think I'm going to be daunted by a man with such a ridiculous title?
???:
I should think the 'great bard' ought to recognise such a title when he hears one, Mr 'Sham'-speare!
Sholmes:
Perhaps we should compete for the honour of most ridiculous title?
Shamspeare:
AAAAAAAAAH! 'Tis Herlock Sholmes himself!
Van Zieks:
What are you doing here...great detective? You usual haunts are the filthy backstreets of the capital, are they not?
Sholmes:
Ah, Mr Reaper! It's been too long. And I see your complexion has worsened since last we met.
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Sholmes! (He DOES know Lord van Zieks then... Well enough to say something like that, in any case.)
Judge:
Mr Sholmes... ...though you may be heralded as a great detective by the population at large... ...that does not give you the right to come and go in my courtroom as you see fit.
Susato:
If I may, My Lord... ...Mr Sholmes's newly developed scientific method has helped us to uncover vital clues in this case already.
Judge:
Clues, you say?
Sholmes:
I call them 'skin prints', My Lord. My method identifies every location touched by an individual under scrutiny. It's the method by which we were able to ascertain this gentleman's gas pipe 'activities'.
Shamspeare:
Ah!
Sholmes:
You need only a small sample of something the individual has previously touched to make an indicator solution. In your case, sir, I used the teacup you had been holding. Elementary! So now...Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Yes?!
Sholmes:
What am I to use as a sample to make the indicator solution this time?
Ryunosuke:
Thank you for offering to help, Mr Sholmes! (When the convict was arrested, he was living in what is now Soseki-san's room. We need a sample to help locate Selden's loot that's hidden in his old room. What form will the sample take?)
Present evidence
Ryunosuke:
We will need a particular piece of evidence in order to create the indicator solution.
Sholmes:
Indeed? And you have the piece of evidence in question?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I believe so.
Sholmes:
Upon my word, Mr Naruhodo, your powers of reasoning appear to be on the up. So...which particular item is the one in question? What piece of evidence do you propose that we use to help find Selden's loot?
Present anything
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Have a look at THIS!"
Ryunosuke:
Have a look at THIS!
Sholmes:
Hm... As far as I'm able to ascertain... ...you have very little confidence in your choice.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Why, why would you think that?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, once again there is no mystery. Did you really believe that the minute deflection of your left eye would escape my attention?
Ryunosuke:
But...but... ...I asked you to look at the evidence, not my eye!
Susato:
I think we need to reconsider this from the start, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(Why do I feel as though Susato-san is studying my left eye now...?)
Sholmes:
I'm ready and waiting, Mr Naruhodo. The rest is in your hands!
Leads back to:
"We need a sample to help locate Selden's loot that's hidden in his old room."
Present a person
Leads to:
"We will need something of Selden's in order to create the indicator solution to find his loot."
Ryunosuke:
We will need something of Selden's in order to create the indicator solution to find his loot. And something the convict owned happens to be...in the possession of somebody listed in the Court Record.
Sholmes:
Upon my word, Mr Naruhodo, your powers of reasoning appear to be on the up. So...which particular person do you have in mind? From whom can we obtain a possession of the late convict, Selden, to create the indicator solution?
Present Olive Green profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Miss Green!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Sholmes:
...And what, pray, does said person possess that could be applicable to our purpose?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Sholmes:
Let's hear your new and improved powers of reasoning at work, my dear fellow!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Sholmes:
Dear me. Your left eye just twitched. ...Are you currently concocting an elaborate excuse? Not some clever Japanese joke about a wet noodle, I hope.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAGH! You got meeeeee!
Susato:
I think we need to reconsider this from the start, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(Why do I feel as though Susato-san is studying my left eye now...?)
Sholmes:
I'm ready and waiting, Mr Naruhodo. The rest is in your hands!
Leads back to:
"From whom can we obtain a possession of the late convict, Selden, to create the indicator solution?"
Ryunosuke:
Miss Green!
Green:
Ah! M-Me? What do you want with me?
Ryunosuke:
The key around your neck...if you please.
Green:
Sorry?
Shamspeare:
...!
Ryunosuke:
That key belonged to Selden. There will be remnants of secretions from the man's skin on its surface that we can use.
Sholmes:
Very true.
Ryunosuke:
That is the sample we need! Using it we can create the indicator solution required for Mr Sholmes's Skin Print Seeker... ...and find out exactly what Selden touched in the room that he used to rent!
Shamspeare:
AAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Sholmes:
Mr Shamspeare...as one 'great' to another, I assure you... ...if the late convict's haul is hidden somewhere in his former lodgings... ...I shall uncover it in no more than thirty minutes.
Shamspeare:
Ugh...
Ryunosuke:
So, Mr Shamspeare... ...the truth is well within our grasp now. And as such... ...you will never get your hands on Selden's stolen wealth!
Shamspeare:
Ugh...ugh...arrrgh!
Green:
In that case... ...I'll gladly let Mr Sholmes have this key.
Shamspeare:
No! Give the key to me! The detective shan't have it!
Ryunosuke:
It's over, Mr Shamspeare!
Shamspeare:
No... No...
Ryunosuke:
You're out of options now. There's only one thing left for you to do: Admit your guilt!
Shamspeare:
Woe.........
O sham-ful spear! Despair... ...be thy name!
Shamspeare:
......... I never intended to kill the man. I just... I just wanted to drive him out of the room, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
So you'd have time to find the convict's haul of stolen goods?
Shamspeare:
.........
Van Zieks:
Yet after you'd killed the young man, you still didn't move into the room...
Shamspeare:
I asked the landlord, of course. I pleaded with him. But he refused.
Ryunosuke:
Why?
Shamspeare:
I was three months behind with the rent, for one thing.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Garrideb really has had a lot to put up with...)
Shamspeare:
And he had the gas repair work done immediately afterwards, putting the room out of action for a while. And then...this Japanese man swooped in at just the right moment to sign the new lease.
Susato:
Poor Mr Natsume. What unfortunate timing...
Shamspeare:
......... Then five days ago... ...after the incident on Briar Road when the Japanese fellow got himself arrested... ...I thought I'd finally have my chance. But it wasn't to be.
Van Zieks:
No, the scene was sealed off and guarded by the police night and day.
Susato:
And...if I remember rightly... ...Mr Sholmes spent the whole day in there reading books.
Shamspeare:
I couldn't even enter the room, let alone search for the loot.
Ryunosuke:
Which is why, on the day Mr Natsume was acquitted and returned to his room... ...you once again tried your trick of blowing air into the gas pipe that feeds the stove in his room.
Van Zieks:
Unbeknownst to you, however, that action would lead you into a deadly trap.
Shamspeare:
.........
Green:
......... William Shamspeare... How does it go? 'To be, or not to be. That is the question.'
Van Zieks:
From Shakespeare's Hamlet. Act Three, Scene One.
Green:
Well let me tell you, in your case... ...it's not to be. That is the answer. You deserve to die for what you've done.
Shamspeare:
......... Haah... Urrrngh...
Green:
At first...I really did think it was just a terrible accident. I'll never forget our conversation the night before Duncan died...
The gas supply in my new lodgings are a complete disaster, you know, Olive.
The gas supply?
Yes. The stove always seems to go out in the middle of the night for some reason. That's no joke. They say it's the convict's curse!
Oh, Duncan! Please! Don't stay there! I don't care how cheap it is!
Alright then, if it's that important to you, I'll start looking for a new place.
There are spare rooms at my house. Why don't you leave that horrible room tonight?
No, I'd better not. We said we'd wait until we'd graduated before we told our parents, remember?
Green:
...But that was the last time we ever spoke. That very night, he fell victim to the gas. If only I'd known it was going to happen, I'd have insisted he left that horrible room that instant! But instead, all I've been left with is bitter regret. I stopped going to school... ...but something kept drawing me back to the house on Briar Road. I saw a stooped Eastern-looking man with a moustache coming out of the house one day when I was there. He walked up the road to Grub's Grubbery for some food, so I followed him... ...and I sat myself down next to him. He had some watery-looking soup and started to pick a quarrel with the publican.
Soseki:
That place is cursed, I tell you! CURSED! The ghost of that convict who used to live there...IS TRYING TO SUFFOCATE ME! I, I wake up in the m-middle of the night, f-freezing to death b-because the stove has gone out. The room is f-f-full of gas and I can h-hardly breathe... But the pipes have been checked. No problem there. It's like I'M THE PROBLEM! That's what they're thinking!
But how could that be...? Duncan was gone, and... ...now this man had almost suffered the same fate. Could it really be a curse...?
Green:
Then I remembered. A rumour I'd heard about how the gas companies go around investigating the gas installations.
Judge:
A rumour? Ah...you mean...?
Green:
Yes, everybody's heard the stories, it seems. About how they go around checking the pipes.
Van Zieks:
How anything connected to the gas can be extinguished by blowing air into the pipework.
Green:
That's when it started. A little flicker of doubt in the back of my mind, that just wouldn't go away.
Was it really an accident, though...?
Green:
Once I'd had the idea, it wouldn't leave me alone. It plagued me day and night. So I bought this...at one of the black markets in the East End.
Ryunosuke:
A...black market?
Green:
I'd never been. I'd just heard people talk about them. And you really can buy anything you can think of there... In some ways, being able to get my hands on this so easily made me even more determined. I had to find out one way or another. Was Duncan's death an accident...or was it murder?
Van Zieks:
And your chosen method for establishing the truth was simple...but highly effective. Smear poison on the gas pipe you suspected the man of tampering with...and wait.
Ryunosuke:
If Mr Shamspeare was innocent, nothing would come of what you'd done. But if he was guilty...he would pay for his crimes dearly.
Green:
I found out the name of the man I suspected. William Shamspeare. And then I wrote him this little note: 'I have information regarding the death of Duncan Ross. Come to The Slug and Salad on Briar Road at 5 p.m. on 17th. Don't tell anybody else about this letter or the meeting. It is a matter of utmost importance.' If he'd done it, I knew that would worry him enough so he'd be sure to go. So I waited to see if it worked.
Van Zieks:
And of course, Mr Shamspeare followed the instructions to the letter.
Green:
I worked out where the gas pipe was straight away. So I smeared a good amount of the poison I'd bought all around the mouth of the pipe. All the time praying that the devil's work wouldn't be done, and that it was all just some wild fantasy. Actually, no... All the time praying that the devil's work would be done, and that the culprit would get his just desserts!
Judge:
Three days ago... ...when you were first stood in the dock before me...this whole affair seemed relatively straightforward.
Soseki:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
I certainly never imagined the depths of depravity that we should subsequently find lurking behind the scenes.
Van Zieks:
It has been a long road...my Nipponese friend.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes!
Van Zieks:
And one I certainly didn't envisage walking...with you.
Judge:
......... Nevertheless, together we have reached the light at the end of the tunnel, as it were. Miss Green...
Green:
Yes, My Lord?
Judge:
You will henceforth be stripped of your freedom... ...as punishment for the attempted murder of Mr William Shamspeare.
Green:
Yes...I know.
Judge:
And you, Mr Shamspeare... You will be tried for the murder of Mr Duncan Ross in cold blood... ...and the subsequent attempted murder of Mr Soseki Natsume here present.
Shamspeare:
Nrrrngh...
Green:
......... Um, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
...Ah, yes?
Green:
Yesterday...at the hospital...when you and your friends stopped me from...
Ryunosuke:
From ending your life by drinking what was left in the poison bottle?
Green:
I, I wasn't myself. I can't even really remember what was going through my mind. 'To be, or not to be...' I suppose. That's a question that's so hard to answer, it seems.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well...personally...I'm glad of your being here, Miss Green.
Green:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
And I'd like to believe... ...that it's a blessing Mr Shamspeare didn't die when he ingested the poison. For your sake, at the very least.
Green:
......... Because of you...I chose life, not death. And now you've made the truth come out at last... Really...I can't thank you enough.
Susato:
Oh, Miss Green...
Judge:
Mr Soseki Natsume.
Soseki:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
The court declares that you are exonerated from all blame in this matter. Accordingly, I would call upon the ladies and gentlemen of the jury to present a verdict of not guilty.
Juror No. 1:
We are in full agreement, My Lord.
Judge:
In that case, I hereby declare the defendant...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
23rd February, 3:24 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Soseki:
Oh...yes... Yes... At last...
Divine Justice Duly Done!
Sholmes:
Divine...justice? My dear fellow, if there were any divine justice in this world, you would shave that moustache.
Soseki:
NO! This...HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY MOUSTACHE!
Susato:
Some say that a luxuriant moustache is a sign of physical prowess, Mr Sholmes!
Soseki:
LOCUM STUDENT MR NARUHODO ESQUIRE! Once again... Once again... ...you've saved me from doom!
Ryunosuke:
I'm very happy to have been able to help, Mr Natsume. Congratulations on your acquittal. Your second in almost as many days!
Soseki:
......... I was first acquainted with and gained affection for English literature whilst in our great homeland empire. And then, by a twist of fate, I was brought to the land that bore the fruit of that literature. Only... ...the city of bricks and mortar became my prison. Try as I might, I never found my feet here. In the end, I confined myself to my room and lived life through friendly old books...
Susato:
You've had such a difficult time, haven't you...
Sholmes:
Ah, but a week ago now... ...I dragged you out of that dark and dingy room of yours, did I not?
Soseki:
You did, you did. And I've seen more of life in this week than in all my years to date. And for the first time... ...I feel I've begun to see the true face of the English that's so far been hiding from me behind the wall of fog.
Sholmes:
My dear fellow...there is nothing special about the true face of the English as you put it. Wheresoever one goes in the world, humans are human. There are few genuine differences.
Soseki:
Yes, I think you're right. I've finally started to see that. And...I've come to understand something. I've worked out why I was attracted to English literature in the first place. It made me see... ...that whatever our nationality, we humans all have the same hopes and fears. We're all just doing our best to live.
Ryunosuke:
(Well said. I've come to feel the same way.)
Soseki:
......... I've made a decision, too. I'm going to cut short my study tour here and return to Japan!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Susato:
Just when we'd become friends here in England... What a terrible shame!
Soseki:
Oh, I know. That does tug at my heartstrings, it really does. But I've decided I'd like to take everything I've learnt here in Britain and write something of my own. A...novel of sorts, I suppose.
Susato:
Oh my! So you'll be creating your own literature, Mr Natsume?! How wonderful!
Soseki:
Oh! Well! No! I mean... I WOULDN'T PRESUME TO CALL IT LITERATURE!
Sholmes:
Why not? When that is precisely the definition, Mr Moustache?
Soseki:
.........I suppose you're right, yes. It will, in a way, be literature... But as of now, all I know is that I'd like to try my hand at writing. I have no delusions of grandeur.
Susato:
I for one would love to read your work!
Sholmes:
Well, all things considered, it may be for the best. After all, you have once again emerged victorious... ...from a battle with the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (That's very true...)
Susato:
And there is no salvation for a person in the dock when the Reaper is the prosecutor...
Sholmes:
The desire to return posthaste to the perceived safety of your homeland...is one I quite understand.
Susato:
My goodness, yes! Faced with such a terrifying prospect... ...nobody would consider that cowardly, I'm quite sure!
Soseki:
......... ...But... But that's... THAT'S NOT WHY I'M LEAVING! I MEAN IT!
Objection!
And that was the case that we found ourselves embroiled in six months ago now. Soseki-san did indeed return to Japan, and submitted a report about both cases to the government. It was on reading that report, that Professor Mikotoba was prompted to visit the scholar. And barely any time later, Susato-san was given the news that she must return to Japan as well... ...on the back of a telegram stating falsely that her father had fallen gravely ill. The only possible explanation that comes to mind... ...is what happened after the trial, on the following day. The day that we uncovered the 'loot', hidden by the now deceased convict in his former lodgings...
24th February, 10:13 a.m.
Mr Natsume's Room
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Sholmes! How simply marvellous of you! To uncover the secret hiding place in just one day...
Ryunosuke:
(Wasn't it supposed to take thirty minutes?)
Sholmes:
As I believe I told you, my dear fellows...skin prints are extremely useful in such situations. Wouldn't you agree, Gregson?
Gregson:
.........
Iris:
Gregsy's been happily munching in agreement this whole time you know, Hurley!
Susato:
Happily? I think perhaps 'humourlessly' might be closer to the truth...
Sholmes:
So, it transpires the man fashioned a hiding place in the ceiling.
Ryunosuke:
And what's in it? What exactly is the 'loot'?
Sholmes:
Let us look then, if you're ready. Let's examine the late burglar's haul...
Ryunosuke:
What the...? What is that?
Susato:
It...looks to be some sort of neckband or collar...
Ryunosuke:
A collar?! It's huge, though!
Iris:
And look at all the gemstones set in it! I can see why it was claimed to be worth a thousand pounds! ...Perhaps I could have it as a belt...
Susato:
Oh! Have you noticed on the inside there? There are some dark stains.
Ryunosuke:
......... You, you don't think... ...they could be blood, do you? (I mean, there's quite a lot of it...)
Iris:
...On second thoughts, perhaps I won't have it as a belt.
Susato:
Then of course there's this emblem here... A large letter 'B' and a small crown...
Ryunosuke:
What does it signify, do you think?
Iris:
Oh! I, I hadn't noticed that! Hm... I feel as though I've seen that emblem somewhere before, you know... Where could it have been...?
Sholmes:
That's enough of that, I think.
Ryunosuke:
What? (What's the matter with Mr Sholmes? All the colour has drained from his face...)
Sholmes:
Well, Inspector, I believe you ought to be taking this, oughtn't you? It could be valuable evidence, after all. It must be kept safely under lock and key.
Gregson:
Ah... Yes... Get your grubby hands off that, you lot! And hand it over. NOW!
(I'd never seen a collar that large before. And all those jewels certainly looked to be extremely valuable. But that's not what stood out the most to me. At least, not once I'd noticed it. Those dark marks on the inside of the collar... Those stains... Could they really have been...blood?)
Iris:
Well, that was a funny case, wasn't it? But it's all buttoned up now!
Ryunosuke:
And you look very pleased, Iris.
Iris:
I am! Because I was starting to wonder what I could use as the basis of this month's story in the magazine. But this case will be perfect! It's been so fascinating!
Ryunosuke:
You're talking about the latest instalment of 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', I presume.
Iris:
'The Mystery of the Knife in the Mist' and 'The Moustached Man and the Convict's Curse' perhaps. I could make it a two-part story!
Susato:
Oh, I can't wait!
Sholmes:
Um...a word, please, Iris...
Iris:
Yes? What is it, Hurley?
Sholmes:
I'm sorry, but you can't write about this case. It's out of the question.
Iris:
What? Why not? It's a great case!
Sholmes:
Then I shall have to insist that you limit yourself to the first of your two titles. The second must never be written. Is that clear?
Iris:
...! ...Yes.
And so it was that the second of Soseki-san's cases became buried in obscurity. Now, looking back, I feel I understand. I can see why Mr Sholmes forbade Iris from publishing the story. It would take a little longer before I saw the link between everything that had happened...and would happen. For it wasn't until two months after the arrival of Susato-san's letter that events began to unfurl again... ...with an incident that took place at the very heart of the eagerly awaited Great Exhibition of London.
End
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That last statement was contradictory in a number of ways, I think you'll find!
Judge:
In a number of ways, you say?
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. In a number of ways!
Judge:
Perhaps it would serve you well to concentrate your efforts on one contradiction at a time, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I made a bit of a mess of that. In a number of ways, actually.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The witness's last statement is clearly contradictory when you consider this piece of evidence here! Yes! Undeniably!
Judge:
You say it's undeniable, Counsel, but I fail to see any contradiction here at all.
Ryunosuke:
......... I think perhaps that itself is the contradiction.
Judge:
...Indeed.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Time for a rethink...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! There are clearly grounds for being suspicious of that last statement!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but I fail to see why.
Ryunosuke:
Well, you know...I was just playing devil's advocate!
Judge:
...Yes. You do appear to have something of the devil in you, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Says the man merrily dishing out penalties...)
Pursue Juror No. 1 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number one! Do you have something to say?
Juror No. 1:
Eh? Wha-What the blazes? What's the matter with you, you young hooligan?!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! I'm, I'm sorry, it's just... You seemed to be lost in thought. Did something that was just said ring any bells with you, perhaps?
Juror No. 1:
What are you trying to do? Make me look like a galah? Maybe my mind wandered for a moment, but it hardly warrants being victimised like this!
Ryunosuke:
I do think that as foreman of the jury, you should try NOT to let your mind wander...sir.
Juror No. 1:
It was only for a moment!
Ryunosuke:
Even a moment is too long!
Juror No. 1:
Tsk! Fine! It won't happen again.
Ryunosuke:
(So he was just daydreaming then...)
Pursue Juror No. 2 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is there something you'd like to share with the court, juror number two?
Juror No. 2:
Agh! Wh-Whatever do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Oh. I'm sorry. I, I didn't mean to startle you. It just seemed that something that was said a moment ago maybe gave you pause for thought?
Juror No. 2:
......... When I'm startled, I become startlingly ruthless.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty! I do declare they're both guilty! This black-suited lawyer and the other Japanese man!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! I'm, I'm not on trial here, madam! (Maybe I need to pursue these jurors with a little more care from now on...)
Pursue Juror No. 3 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number three! Is everything alright?
Juror No. 3:
Quite alright, thank you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. No, I mean... ...was something that was just said significant to you in some way?
Juror No. 3:
No, not really.
Ryunosuke:
......... Oh, well, sorry then.
Juror No. 3:
Not at all. Don't mention it.
Ryunosuke:
Right. Thank you. (Why is it that the more normal this man's responses are, the more I feel on edge?)
Susato:
I'm afraid it's an occupational hazard, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
I...didn't think that being a lawyer was a particularly hazardous job... (Maybe I need to watch more carefully before I pursue jurors in future...)
Pursue Juror No. 4 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is everything alright...juror number four?
Juror No. 4:
Yes. Why?
Ryunosuke:
Um, well...did something that was just said trouble you in some way, perhaps?
Juror No. 4:
Everything that's being said here is troubling me, if you must know.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Juror No. 4:
Is it any wonder? I've not heard a good word said about gas since the trial started! Really, my head's full of gas at the moment. Absolutely full of it.
Ryunosuke:
...That might be a little unhealthy, if you ask me. (And if I'm not careful, I have a feeling I might cause some kind of gas explosion...)
Pursue Juror No. 5 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Juror number five! Is something troubling you?
Juror No. 5:
Is something troubling me?! Of course something's troubling me!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Juror No. 5:
Thanks to you, I very nearly died last night!
Ryunosuke:
Nearly died?!
Juror No. 5:
I couldn't get that five bob I needed, could I? So the missus wouldn't let me in the house! I had to sleep out in the dog's kennel. I very nearly froze to death, I can tell you!
Ryunosuke:
Oh dear. That sounds awful.
Juror No. 5:
I spent the whole night dreaming that scrawny dog of mine was watching me as it sat there trembling!
Ryunosuke:
Gosh, you need that five shillings more than ever now then, don't you? For your wife and your dog.
Juror No. 5:
So can we please get this trial over and done with?! Either me or the dog might not make it otherwise!
Ryunosuke:
I'll do my best for you both...
Pursue Juror No. 6 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that...juror number six?
Juror No. 6:
Hm? Pardon?
Ryunosuke:
THAT LAST STATEMENT! DID IT MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU?
Juror No. 6:
......... Hmph, must have misheard, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
What? (Well done to whoever had the good sense to pick someone like him for jury service...)
Juror No. 6:
Oh! So you think the elderly should be confined to their bedrooms and left to fester among books, do you?
Ryunosuke:
I, I didn't say anything!
Juror No. 6:
Hm? What's that?
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, if there's a juror to watch, it's this man. He's dangerous...)
Pit incorrect juror statements during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are fundamentally at odds with one another.
Juror No. 1:
Hold it!
Juror No. 1:
My Lord! As foreman of the jury, I must object!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Juror No. 1:
Being their leader, it's my duty to stand up for all jurors here present. And stand up for them I will!
Judge:
I concur with the foreman. Counsel, I warn you, I shan't abide any pettifoggery!
Juror No. 1:
Until you've got your facts straight...keep your pointy fingers to yourself!
Ryunosuke:
I, I thought I did...
Susato:
We're trying to find inconsistencies in these jurors' statements, Mr Naruhodo. The key to it is comparing the different things they say before attempting to pit them against one another.
Ryunosuke:
...Alright. I'll have another go!
Pursue Olive Green incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that, Miss Green?
Green:
This is a very critical moment.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Green:
No no, don't move! It's a very rare sight to see an Eastern gentleman in a British court, you know.
Ryunosuke:
...Are you drawing me?
Green:
Yes, of course. Now, could you go back to that same expression you had before? With the cold sweat?
Ryunosuke:
...Let's just focus on the trial, shall we?
Pursue William Shamspeare incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add, Mr Shamspeare?
Shamspeare:
......... 'Twas but a few sunrises ago...I got me to the nunnery.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Shamspeare:
Forsooth, I could not rightly recommend the place so oft to my fellows without having seen it mine own self.
Ryunosuke:
...What?
Shamspeare:
Though, upon mine arrival, I was forbidd'n entrance!
Ryunosuke:
...The clue was in the name, I think.
Shamspeare:
I did tarry a while outside the building, in search of some other way inside. But alack! I was arrest'd by an officer!
Ryunosuke:
...That was very illuminating, but perhaps you could just focus on the trial?
Too many penalties
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel, that will do! I've seen enough. According to the powers vested in me by Her Majesty the Queen, I declare no further examination necessary. I believe the court has been presented with more than enough evidence to pass judgement. As such, I shall be requesting the final decisions of the members of the jury. Are you all ready, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
We're all ready, My Lord.
Judge:
Very good. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will announce your findings to the court in turn, please.
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
Mr Soseki Natsume, in accordance with the findings of this court, I pronounce you...
Guilty
Judge:
I applaud the jurors for doing their civic duty and for finding a swift resolution to this matter. That is all. Court is adjourned!
The Monstrous Turnabout
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Episode 2The Monstrous Turnabout
Anime cutscene
Long long ago, the Nine-Tailed Fox defeated the evil Tenma Taro, and sealed the fallen demon away. To this day, it is said that he slumbers even still within the Forbidden Chamber.
Man:
Night night, Alderman! Sweet dreams! At long last, the revival of Tenma Taro is at hand.
A few months prior to the courthouse bombing...
April 17, 12:13 PMWright Anything Agency
Apollo:
Hm.  Guess I'm a little early.
Trucy:
Oh, hey, Apollo! Getting an early start today?
Apollo:
Yeah! This is the first job I've had in a while after all!
Trucy:
Well, aren't we all fired up!
Apollo:
Well, it's not every day I get a call from Mr. Wright. What kind of work is it anyway? Mr. Wright didn't mention any details.
Trucy:
Work? Is that how he put it?
Apollo:
(Don't tell me he just wants me to clean the toilet again.)
Trucy:
You've really become a fixture around here, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Come to think of it, it's been almost a year since I was hired. A lot's happened since then... ...But I've settled in nicely despite a few bumps in the road.)
Apollo:
My name is Apollo Justice. I've been practicing law for about a year, but I still have a lot to learn. This is the Wright Anything Agency, and it's where I work. Don't let the name fool you -- It's definitely a law agency.
Trucy:
But don't forget that this place is a "talent agency" too, Polly!
Apollo:
Uhh, it's the "law agency" part of this office that's usually forgotten... This is Trucy Wright, a budding magician... ...and adopted daughter of the agency's owner, Phoenix Wright. She sometimes makes me help with her magic tricks.
Trucy:
And what's wrong with that? You're one of the agency's "talents" as well!
Apollo:
I was under the impression that I was a lawyer...
Trucy:
Oh, we'd better hurry. Doesn't look Daddy's going to make it, so let's get going.
Apollo:
Huh? Where are we going? What about the job he mentioned?
Trucy:
This IS the job, Polly! You're supposed to keep me company today! Now, come on!
Apollo:
Another day of not being a lawyer. Should've seen this coming.
Trucy:
Well, this is the "Wright ANYTHING Agency," y'know. And there's no law-related work at the moment, so...
Apollo:
(Tell me again why I chose to "work" here?) Where is Mr. Wright, anyway?
Trucy:
Daddy said something about going to meet an acquaintance. But don't worry. Just focus on your job, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to know. Well, let's go. We don't have all day!
Apollo:
Wait a second! (*sigh* And another day of "anything goes" begins at the Wright Anything Agency...)
April 17, 1:30 PMNine-Tails Vale - Yokai Lane
Apollo:
Whew... So, what are we doing way up here in the mountains?
Trucy:
This is Nine-Tails Vale. Everyone's been talking about the yokai craze here.
Apollo:
Yokai? Oh, you mean Japanese monsters? Guess that explains all these weird things... Speaking of which, wasn't Nine-Tails Vale founded by Japanese immigrants?
Trucy:
Yeah. They're holding a festival to boost tourism over at the alderman's manor. My friend who works there invited us. That's why we're here!
Apollo:
In other words, I'm your chaperon because your dad was too busy.
Trucy:
Daddy said that with those horns of yours, you'd make a great addition to their festival. I mean, you look just like a Japanese demon! Wasn't that so thoughtful of him, Polly?!
Apollo:
I could do without thoughtfulness like that.
Trucy:
Oh, it's almost time! Come on, Polly! The festival grounds are this way.
Apollo:
(Alright, I guess it's time to move to the "Kyubi Manor's Garden"...)
Talk
The monster craze
Apollo:
This monster craze... Come to think of it, I think I heard about it on TV. It's supposedly how Nine-Tails Vale made a comeback from the brink of fiscal disaster.
Trucy:
Hmm... Our agency could sure use something positive like that. Oh, I know! Let's jump on board the monster craze! You and daddy would be a perfect comedy duo! You could call yourselves Agni & Rudra, Demon Kings of Comedy! Daddy sets them up, and you knock 'em down! Hey, I think we hit the jackpot with this idea!
Apollo:
Um... Sorry, but I plan on staying a lawyer.
Trucy:
You do?!
Apollo:
(You don't have to act so surprised by that.)
What to do
Apollo:
Hey, Trucy? Have you seen my attorney's badge?
Trucy:
How could you lose something so important? Sometimes I really wonder about you, Apollo.
Apollo:
This is so weird. I wonder if I dropped it somewhere.
Trucy:
Oh, look! What are these panties doing here?
Apollo:
Forget about panties. I'm looking for my badge.
Trucy:
3, 2, 1... Ta-dah! Did you forget? These are my magic panties!
Apollo:
......Hey! That's my attorney's badge! Wow! How'd you do that?
Trucy:
I set it all up while we were back at the office.
Apollo:
Wow, I didn't even-- Wait, you took my badge?!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Check it out.
Trucy:
You're so lucky, Apollo. Everyone can see what you do with just a flash of your badge.
Apollo:
What about you, Trucy? People can tell you're a magician by the way you're dressed.
Trucy:
Yeah, but I can't always dress like this. Like when I'm at school and stuff.
Apollo:
You could always show you're a magician by making things appear or disappear.
Trucy:
You mean like this? 3, 2, 1... Ta-dah!
Apollo:
Umm, magic or no, aren't you a little old to be showing those things in public?
Trucy:
Hmm... Then maybe I'll become a lawyer, too.
Apollo:
You're abandoning your dream just like that?!
April 17, 2:05 PMKyubi Manor - Garden
Apollo:
Wow, this place is really something.
Trucy:
It definitely feels like a different world here.
???:
Trucy.
Trucy:
Jinxie!
Apollo:
And this is?
Trucy:
My friend, Jinxie Tenma. She's the one who invited us. She just happens to be the maid here.
Jinxie:
...Two horns. A love of red. Are you a demon?
Apollo:
No, ha ha. I'm Apollo Justice! Nice to meet you!
Jinxie:
Eeeeeek! He IS a demon!
Apollo:
What the--!
Jinxie:
Be gone, foul beast!
Trucy:
Hee hee! You look great, Polly. Fills in some of that space on your forehead!
Apollo:
Argh... What is this thing?
Trucy:
It's a warding charm. Jinxie puts them on all the monsters she finds.
Apollo:
Um, but I'm not a monster.
Trucy:
Maybe I should have told her you're a good demon.
Apollo:
Or you could just say I'm human.
Jinxie:
*shiver* The red demon, emissary of the Underworld.
Apollo:
(I got up early to do my hair for this?) Um, can I take this off now?
Jinxie:
So you can eat me?
Apollo:
I'm not going to eat you!
Jinxie:
Eek! Forgive me, O terrible one!
Trucy:
Tone down your Chords of Steel, Apollo. You're scaring her out of her wits!
Apollo:
Um, don't worry. I'm already full.
Jinxie:
Please stay that way.
Apollo:
(Great, now I'm playing along, too.)
Talk
Nine-Tails Vale
Apollo:
Um, so I wanted to ask you about Nine-Tails Vale...
Jinxie:
Eeeeeek!
Apollo:
Aaaaugh!
Jinxie:
Be gone, foul demon!
Trucy:
Looks like you've been demonized, Polly, literally!
Apollo:
I'm starting to wonder if I really am a demon myself. Um...
Jinxie:
Eek! Please don't eat me. I have food if you're hungry.
Apollo:
This isn't working. We won't get anything out of her until we set the record straight.
Trucy:
Hmmm... If only we had some way to prove you're not as scary as you look.
Apollo:
(Ouch, unnecessary roughness... Looks like I have to present some proof. Proof that I'm 100% human!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Would you mind taking a look at this?
Jinxie:
Eeeeek! No, thank you! Be gone, foul demon!
Apollo:
Ack, banished again.
Trucy:
That's what you get when you flash a girl like that -- even if it was just your badge.
Apollo:
Sheesh, you make it sound like I'm some kind of creep.
Attorney's Badge (after clearing "Nine-Tails Vale" Talk option)
Leads to:
"Um, I wanted to show you this."
Apollo:
Um, I wanted to show you this.
Jinxie:
Eek! What is it?!
Apollo:
It's my attorney's badge. You see? I'm not a demon, I'm a lawyer.
Jinxie:
Really?! …You're a lawyer?
Apollo:
(Whew... Maybe now she'll stop calling me a demon.)
Jinxie:
Does it protect you from Enma Dai-O's judgment?
Apollo:
Who's Enma Dai-O?
Trucy:
I read somewhere that's [sic] he's the demon lord who punishes the dead for their sins. Uh-oh! I think now she thinks you're a demon lawyer from hell, Polly!
Apollo:
Can I go back to being just a normal demon?!
Jinxie:
Please... Please don't boil me in a scalding cauldron. I'd prefer a Turkish bath if possible.
Apollo:
(A Turkish bath? Isn't that more sauna than bath?)
Trucy:
Don't worry, Jinxie, he's a good demon. He'll save you if you ever go astray!
Jinxie:
Eek! Please, Mr. Demon Lawyer, sir, have mercy on my soul!
Apollo:
Argh! I told you, I'm not a demon! And Trucy, you're just making things wors--! (Ack!) Umm... You just leave that Enma Dai-O to me.
Trucy:
Isn't that great, Jinxie?!
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. I'm no longer scared to cross into the afterlife.
Apollo:
(Will someone tell these two I'm human, already!)
Talk
Nine-Tails Vale
Trucy:
So, Jinxie, I hear this village is the epicenter of the monster craze.
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. Barely anyone had even heard of it before, but now it's packed with tourists.
Apollo:
Really? So, the monster craze is the reason behind today's festival?
Jinxie:
It was the alderman's idea. But I'd be careful if I were you. There are lots and lots of yokai prowling about Nine-Tails Vale.
Apollo:
Prowling about? You mean like wild animals or something?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. And they're hungry, too.
Apollo:
Man-eating monsters?! And they're all over the place?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. In fact, there was one at the manor yesterday. I heard the doorbell ring, but when I opened the door, nobody was there. It was the Ding-Dong Demon! How else could you explain it?
Apollo:
Well... When I was a kid, my friends used to play this prank called Ding-Dong Ditch.
Jinxie:
Well, that doesn't prove yokai aren't real. There's even one here at the manor. The demon Tenma Taro -- he's imprisoned in the Forbidden Chamber.
Apollo:
Tenma... Taro? The Forbidden Chamber?
Tenma Taro (appears after "Nine-Tails Vale")
Apollo:
Um, about that yokai you said was imprisoned here at the manor. Is it true?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. He's a super evil demon named Tenma Taro. Here, take a look at this scroll. Tenma Taro's the dark demon you see here. He's super evil and super scary.
Apollo:
So that's the yokai imprisoned in the Forbidden Chamber?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. He was defeated by the village guardian yokai, the Nine-Tailed Fox... ...and locked away forever.
Apollo:
So... you're saying Tenma Taro is still trapped inside the Forbidden Chamber?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. But he's just biding his time until he can escape. Still, we should be perfectly safe! Because there's a reeeally powerful sealing charm on the door keeping it shut tight!
Apollo:
(What a... charming security system.)
Jinxie:
You can keep the scroll if you want. The alderman gave me this, but just holding it gives me the chills, so...
Apollo:
Ah, uh, thanks, Jinxie. (Maybe I'll give this to Mr. Wright.)
Yokai Legend Scroll added to the Court Record.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Jinxie:
So you really are a demon lawyer. Ummm... So, then, you must know Enma Dai-O, the Appraiser of Souls. What's he like?
Apollo:
What's he like?! Well, uh... he's um... He's bald, has a white beard, and...
Jinxie:
A-A-And what?
Apollo:
He shouts, "Guilty!" and "Order!", while banging his gavel. I call him "The Judge."
Jinxie:
Oh, wow, he's as scary as I thought.
Apollo:
Nah, he's just an old man who's wiser than you might think.
Apollo:
So... I was wondering... Are those things on your forehead also warding charms, Jinxie?
Jinxie:
Yes, they're to prevent evil things from getting inside me. Papa told me to wear them.
Apollo:
Evil things?
Trucy:
Apollo, don't you dare take those charms off her forehead! They HAVE to stay there... forever! Got it?!
Apollo:
(I wonder what would happen if I did take them off...?)
Jinxie:
It's time for me to get back to work.
Trucy:
Thanks for inviting us, Jinxie!
Jinxie:
You're welcome. Oh, and before I forget... There's going to be a surprise event today. Even I don't know what's to expect, but it's sure to be fun.
Apollo:
(Better not be a yokai parade. She'd probably drop dead from fright.)
Jinxie:
.........Hm? .........Eeeeek!
Apollo:
Ahhh! D-D-Demon! (Oh, wait... It's just someone in a suit... right?)
Jinxie:
T-T-Tenma T-Taro!
Apollo:
Tenma Taro? (The demon from the Forbidden Chamber?)
Jinxie:
Eeeeeek! Please don't hurt me! Be gone! Be gone! Be gone!
Tenma Taro:
Hissssssss! Better watch out little girl, or I'll snatch you away!
Jinxie:
Eek! Charm charm charm...! Where's that "Die and Go To Heaven" charm?!
Trucy:
Oh, she put it on her own forehead this time!
Apollo:
...She sure gives up quick. (Huh? Why's everyone hiding their faces?)
Villager:
Hey, you there! You mustn't stare at Tenma Taro like that! Lower your eyes! He'll steal your soul if you're not careful!
Apollo:
Huh? (Steal my soul? Seriously?)
???:
Your devilry stops here and now, Tenma Taro!
Apollo:
Now what?!
Trucy:
Look, Apollo! There's somebody up on the roof!
???:
Ah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Villager:
That booming laugh! Could it be...!
???:
My nine golden tails are proof of my unassailable righteousness! With my band of 100 minions, I vanquish evil from the land! I am the wrestler of righteousness! Ya-ha! The golden lord of yokai, The Amazing Nine-Tails, is here! Fear not, good little boys and girls! For I shall defeat Tenma Taro! Ah-ha ha ha ha ha! Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Villager:
Hurray! Hurray! It's The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Wrestler:
Up to your no good tricks again, eh, Tenma Taro?! Well, not on my watch!
Tenma Taro:
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
Wrestler:
A-ha ha ha ha ha ha! There's nothing to fear now, my child! I have banished Tenma Taro! You and your people can now live in peace!
Jinxie:
Th-Thank you, Mr. Amazing Nine-Tails, sir!
Wrestler:
Now, I must be off! Another match and another foe to vanquish, await!
Apollo:
W-What was that all about? Did that wrestler just chase off a yokai? Looked like he came out of the alderman's manor.
Jinxie:
That was The Amazing Nine-Tails! He's a pro wrestler from right here in Nine-Tails Vale. But no one knows his true identity!
Apollo:
(Jinxie sure seems chipper all of a sudden.) What was all that about him banishing Tenma Taro?
Jinxie:
That was a yokai exorcism. It's an annual ritual where Tenma Taro is released, to remind us of his wickedness. In the end, the Nine-Tailed Fox drives Tenma Taro out, and purifies our village. But The Amazing Nine-Tails did the honors this year!
Apollo:
(So that was the big surprise, huh? The Amazing Nine-Tails and Tenma Taro, huh... Well, whatever floats her boat.)
Jinxie:
Oh, would you look at the time. I'd better get back to work. Please excuse me.
Apollo:
She's a strange one, all right.
Trucy:
I think she's sweet in own her [sic] special way.
Apollo:
(Knowing Trucy, she probably has lots of friends who are "sweet" in their own way.)
Trucy:
Well, we still have some time to kill. Might as well see the rest of Nine-Tails Vale while we're here.
Apollo:
The fun never stops, does it?
.............................. ..............................
April 17, 3:40 PMKyubi Manor - Garden
Trucy:
I think I bought nearly every yokai souvenir that was for sale.
Apollo:
I know, because my wallet's running on empty.
Trucy:
Hm? What's with all the commotion over there?
Apollo:
Huh? Hey, isn't that your friend Jinxie?! I hope everything's okay.
Jinxie:
I-I-It's t-t-terrible! Th-Th-Thththth...! The--! The--!
Trucy:
Calm down, Jinxie! Tell us what happened.
Jinxie:
Th-Th-The demon T-Tenma T-Taro... ...He killed Alderman Kyubi!
Apollo:
Whaaaaaat?!
Trucy:
Wait, killed as in dead?
Jinxie:
Yes. And Tenma Taro did it!
Apollo:
Tenma Taro?! You stay here while I go have a look.
Jinxie:
P-Please, wait!
Apollo:
Huh...? Ack!
Jinxie:
It's a... Tenma Taro Warding Charm. It should protect you, but please... be careful. The alderman's in the Fox Chamber at the top of the main staircase.
Apollo:
Okay, got it!
Tenma Taro Warding Charm slipped into pocket.
April 17Kyubi Manor - Fox Chamber
Anime cutscene
Apollo:
What...? AAAAAAAAAGH! Huh? Are you alright?
Man:
Who are you?
Apollo:
Help! Someone call an ambulance!
Apollo:
The police arrived soon after that, at which point I returned to the festival grounds. Apparently, the man impaled by the spear was already dead. But there was one other person there, and he was immediately rushed to the hospital.
April 17Kyubi Manor - Garden
Apollo:
Thank goodness the other man's going to be fine. Sounds like he'd only been unconscious.
Trucy:
You think Jinxie's going to be okay?
Apollo:
I'm sure she'll be back to her old self in no time. At least she's calm enough for the police to question her for now. (And I'd sure love to know what crazy animal left those feathers and tracks...)
Trucy:
Oh, look, here comes Jinxie.
Jinxie:
...Hi, Trucy. ...Hi, Mr. Demon Lawyer.
Apollo:
Heya... Feeling any better? ...I was wondering if you're up to filling us in on what happened...
Talk
About what happened
Apollo:
So, the man with the spear in his chest was already dead?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. It was Alderman Kyubi. When I found him, he was already...
Apollo:
(So the victim was the village alderman...) And the one who was found alive? Who was he?
Jinxie:
Damian Tenma. He's the mayor of the neighboring city, Tenma Town. They arrested him. *sob*
Apollo:
So... he's the killer? Ack!
Jinxie:
Nuh-uh! Papa didn't kill anyone!
Apollo:
Papa? As in... your father?
Trucy:
That's right. Jinxie's dad is mayor of Tenma Town.
Apollo:
No way!
Jinxie:
Errr... Yes, way, but he's innocent.
Apollo:
(This just got way more complicated. The victim was the alderman of Nine-Tails Vale. And Jinxie's father, the mayor of Tenma Town, was arrested for the crime. Sounds like we have some investigating to do.)
Trucy:
I know this is difficult, Jinxie, but you need to hang in there!
Jinxie:
I know. I'll try my best.
Apollo:
Would you mind telling me a little more about the victim?
The alderman (appears after "About what happened")
Apollo:
So the victim was the village alderman? What can you tell me about him?
Jinxie:
His name was Rex Kyubi. They say his family has ties to the legendary Nine-Tailed Fox. He was really kind, and he always looked out for me. He was a former pro wrestler, and I even heard he knew The Amazing Nine-Tails.
Apollo:
(A former pro wrestler, huh... Hmm... That's something to keep in mind.) With your father being mayor and all, I guess you're originally from Tenma Town, huh? So then, why did you come work here?
Trucy:
It was to overcome your fears, right, Jinxie?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. Plus, Mama was from Nine-Tails Vale, though she's no longer with us. She loved these flowers. I always wanted to live where Nine-Tails flowers grew.
Trucy:
Wow, what a beautiful flower. And with exactly nine petals, too!
Jinxie:
Just looking at them gives me courage, even when I'm scared of yokai.
Nine-Tails Flower added to the Court Record.
Present
Yokai Legend Scroll
Jinxie:
They sell those at the village souvenir shop.
Apollo:
They really went all out, making it look like a real scroll and all.
Jinxie:
By rolling it up like that, you can't see Tenma Taro's picture. It's so you don't lose your soul if you accidentally gazed upon him. Even if it is a souvenir, no one in this village wants to accidentally see what's inside!
Apollo:
I've heard of losing or selling your soul for many things, but for the price of a souvenir?
Jinxie:
I wonder how many innocent shop girls have fallen victim. *shivers*
Apollo:
Wouldn't it be better not to sell them at all?
Tenma Taro Warding Charm
Jinxie:
That warding charm is my supernatural security system. It protects me from yokai -- ghosts, demons, and other things that go bump in the night! Just the other day, I was chased down by a demented camera demon. But I drove him back with my trusty warding charm!
Apollo:
(Camera demon? Sounds more like an overexcited tourist.)
Jinxie:
Still, I suppose it's not nice to repel every yokai I meet. I mean, there are some that aren't all bad. I learned that today.
Apollo:
(Um... Why is she staring at me like that?)
Apollo:
Jinxie, when you first told us what happened, you said the killer was a demon.
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. The warding charm on the Forbidden Chamber's door... It's been... removed.
Apollo:
(The Forbidden Chamber's door? That big door that was barred shut? There wasn't a charm on it when I check it out, so I guess it was removed by someone...)
Jinxie:
That's how Tenma Taro escaped! Ooh... Ooooooh! But when... when I try and remember what happened, it all goes... fuzzy.
Trucy:
Jinxie, you should do get some rest. You've been through a lot today.
Apollo:
(Between the warding charm being removed, and the black feathers and weird tracks... ...I could see how a superstitious person might think a demon was the killer.)
Trucy:
Apollo! Maybe this is your chance.
Apollo:
Chance for what?
Trucy:
To do the right thing and defend Jinxie's dad in court!
Apollo:
Who, me? Wouldn't a man like Mayor Tenma have access to more experienced lawyers?
Jinxie:
Umm... You wanna know what the detectives said? They doubted there was a lawyer who could get a not-guilty verdict in this one.
Apollo:
(Sounds like they're expecting an open and shut case.)
Trucy:
Don't worry, Jinxie! If anyone can prove your dad's innocence, it's Polly!
Apollo:
Wha--?!
Trucy:
You'll accept the case, won't you, Polly!
Jinxie:
Ooh... It's all over, isn't it? I'll... I'll be all alone... for the rest of my life.
Apollo:
(Oh, right... Jinxie already lost her mother.) ...All right. Jinxie, leave your father's defense to me!
Trucy:
Atta boy, Polly!
Jinxie:
You're going to help Papa, Mr. Demon Lawyer?
Apollo:
Yep, because that's what lawyers do. (Plus, no toilet cleaning for a while!) I'll do whatever it takes to make sure your father walks away a free man!
Jinxie:
Th-Thank you, Mr. Demon Lawyer! I can tell you're one of the good ones. Red Demons are usually so mean.
Apollo:
(It's been awhile, but I'll be fine! Ready or not, here comes Justice! Guess I oughta go and meet my new client.) Ah, but before I forget... (Better jot this down in my notebook.)
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo, what's the notebook for?
Apollo:
Oh, I just thought I should jot down some stuff about the case. And so I don't misplace them, I'm putting my Notes in the Court Record. I guess it's what you would call a "To-Do" list.
Trucy:
Oh? Sounds handy.
Apollo:
(To read my notes, I just open the Court Record with R. Then I can switch between the tabs using L and R.)
Trucy:
Oh, I almost forgot! So, about Jinxie's father... No matter how scary he seems, promise me you'll resist the urge to run away!
Apollo:
Wait, what?
Jinxie:
His angry glare can paralyze you with fear.
Trucy:
And some claim he can even shoot laser beams from his eyes.
Jinxie:
Well, maybe Papa isn't really THAT scary...
Apollo:
(A paralyzing stare... Laser beams from his eyes... He sounds like some kind of monster.)
Trucy:
Hm, I think it's about time I see Jinxie off. I'll head back to the office after I'm done.
Apollo:
Okay, thanks.
April 17Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Apollo:
Ah, visiting hours. Perfect timing. (Hope he's not as scary as he sounds...)
???:
...Who are you?
Apollo:
(Yikes!) S-So you're Damian Tenma, r-right?! I'm, uhh... I'm Apollo Justice, attorney-at-law! I'm here to, uhh... I'm here to help! Huh? Aaaaaaaaaaah! (Lemme outta here!) S-Sorry, sorry! I get a little loud sometimes!
Tenma:
How... incredibly... RUDE!
Apollo:
Umm, sorry. Did I do something to offend you?
Tenma:
A visitor when all others shun me like a common criminal! And here I am with nothing to offer! I am the epitome of rude!
Apollo:
(.........Wait, so he wasn't mad at me?)
Tenma:
Unworthy as I am, I, Damian Tenma, shall breach these walls... ...so that I may treat my benefactor to some tea, and maybe some cookies, too.
Apollo:
No, wait! We can do tea and cookies after we prove your innocence! How about you start by telling me what happened?
Tenma:
Hrmmm... I see. So tea and cookies can wait, can they?
Apollo:
(Whew, that was close. We don't need "jailbreak" added to the list of charges. Seems like a good guy, but with a face like that, I can see why he's misunderstood.)
Talk
Reason for arrest
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma. Do you mind if I ask why you were arrested?
Tenma:
! Grrrrrr!
Apollo:
Whoa! S-Sorry! I guess some things are better left unsaid!
Tenma:
Bah!
Apollo:
Excuse me?
Tenma:
To think a public paragon such as I could be treated like this! This arrest should have never happened!
Apollo:
Go on...
Tenma:
I fear the ill effects it will have on our youth! Now I've but one choice. I must leave here at once, if only to protect the moral fiber of our youth!
Apollo:
No, wait! You can protect the moral fiber of our youth after you've been declared not guilty!
Tenma:
Hrmmm... I suppose you're right.
Apollo:
(Phew... Our youth just came this close to quite a scare.)
Tenma:
My fingerprints were on the spear that killed Alderman Kyubi. That's why I was arrested.
Apollo:
Your prints were on the murder weapon? That's never good. Any idea how they got there?
Tenma:
None. For I hardly remember a thing, you see. I was fast asleep at the time. Someone must have slipped me a sleeping pill or something. What's worse, somebody clobbered me on the head.
Apollo:
I see... A drug induced slumber, and a blow to the head. No wonder you hardly remember a thing.
Tenma:
............Ho.
Apollo:
(Huh? Was that some kind of strange laugh?) Well, I think we can safely assume your prints were planted while you were unconscious.
Motive
Apollo:
What do the police have on you as far as a motive is concerned?
Tenma:
Truth be told, there's been a bit of trouble between the alderman and I as of late.
Apollo:
Oh? Was it personal in nature?
Tenma:
Nothing like that. It's a long story... ...but suffice to say, I've been pushing to merge Nine-Tails Vale with Tenma Town. Surrender Nine-Tails Vale to Tenma Town now!!!
Apollo:
Yikes!
Tenma:
...That's what I told him.
Apollo:
(I'd like to tell YOU to stop shouting like that, but I'm too scared!) So, um, that's the motive the police have established for the alderman's murder?
Tenma:
Indeed it is. After all, Alderman Kyubi was dead set against a municipal merger.
Apollo:
And that's why they think you killed him, he was in your way.
Tenma:
Arrrrrrgh! Cuuuurrrrssseeees!
Apollo:
Um, M-Mayor Tenma? Are you okay...?
Tenma:
Jinxie! Forgive me! I never meant to worry you like this!
Apollo:
It'll work out fine! Just leave it to me! (If only it really were that easy. I don't even know where to start...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Tenma:
......Thank you for agreeing to defend me.
Apollo:
Oh, no thanks required. Just doing my job.
Tenma:
............ ............
Apollo:
(He's even scarier when he's not saying anything.) Um... Nice day today, huh?
Tenma:
............Hrmmm.
Apollo:
I, um, love nice days like these. It's, uh, perfect lawyering weather, heh heh heh!
Tenma:
The trial......... is tomorrow.
Apollo:
Yes, right, the trial! (Why do I keep blabbering on like that?)
Tenma Taro Warding Charm
Apollo:
Those charms on your head... They're the same as this one, correct?
Tenma:
Indeed they are. Jinxie applied them after the murder. She said they would keep Tenma Taro from possessing me.
Apollo:
Oh, right! (So it's not some creepy fashion statement.) Still, there are an awful lot of them.
Tenma:
That there are. Truth be told, my head's feeling a bit... itchy.
Apollo:
Can't you just peel them off?
Tenma:
Jinxie did this for me. I could not hurt her feelings like that.
Apollo:
(He really cares for his daughter.)
Anything else
Apollo:
I wanted to show you this.
Tenma:
!
Apollo:
Aaagh! Sorry!
Tenma:
...............
Apollo:
(I hate when he clams up like this.)
Apollo:
Thank you for meeting with me, Mayor Tenma.
Tenma:
Please, wait. My daughter, Jinxie...
Apollo:
Yes?
Tenma:
She... she already lost her mother. And now with me being held in here, I fear she'll be terribly lonely. I hesitate to ask, but......... I beg you, be a friend to her in her time of need.
Apollo:
Leave it to me! Trucy and I will look out for your daughter!
Tenma:
I shall rest a little easier, then. You know, you remind me of some of the new friends Jinxie has been talking about.
Apollo:
New... friends?
Tenma:
Yes. It seems she's made some new friends since she started working in Nine-Tails Vale. They're quite the unusual bunch, too. There's a lady with an exceptionally long neck... ...a young lad with an incredibly long tongue, and many other interesting characters.
Apollo:
(Friends? Sounds more like a bunch of monsters to me!)
Tenma:
Now, if you would excuse me. It appears my time is up.
Apollo:
(Whew... Why am I so tired? I must've been more tense than I thought... Still, I'm glad he didn't turn out to be as scary as he looks!) A call? ...Oh, it's Mr. Wright. Justice here.
Phoenix:
Apollo, is that you?
Apollo:
Hi, Mr. Wright. What can I do for you?
Phoenix:
Trucy told me you've taken on a new case.
Apollo:
Oh, that. It was kinda spur of the moment. (He's actually calling ME about a case?)
Phoenix:
That's fine, but I have a favor to ask.
Apollo:
Sure. What is it?
Phoenix:
I'm at the airport right now. There was someone I had to meet. A new addition to the agency, actually. Her name's Athena Cykes, and she just passed the bar.
Apollo:
(That's right. I remember hearing about her coming to join us. Guess that was today.)
Phoenix:
She took off as soon as I told her you needed help with a case. It was like there was no stopping her.
Apollo:
Wait... Whaaaaaat! Where is she now?
Phoenix:
Probably somewhere in Nine-Tails Vale by now. That's where that favor I mentioned comes in. I need you to go find her.
Apollo:
But I've never even met her before. What does she look like?
Phoenix:
She'll be the girl in the yellow suit sporting an attorney's badge.
Apollo:
Okay, I'll find her. A new addition to the agency... (Well, I'd better get back to Nine-Tails Vale quick.)
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
Any ideas?
Apollo:
Trucy, I'd like to hear your thoughts on what happened.
Trucy:
You do? Does that mean I can join the investigation?
Apollo:
I could sure use your help, but remember what Mr. Wright said? "Trucy, you're in high school now, so you need to focus."
Trucy:
Right... I guess I better pull it together. It's time to forget everything else and just focus on my magic tricks!
Apollo:
Wait, no! He was talking about your schoolwork!
What to do
Trucy:
Welcome to Trucy's Two Cents! Go ahead, ask me anything!
Apollo:
Oh, um, okay... Jinxie's always plastering charms on my forehead. What should I do?
Trucy:
That's an easy one, Apollo. Just do this... 3, 2, 1... Ta-dah!
Apollo:
Do what...? ......Ack!
Trucy:
See! She won't be able to stick any more on if there's already one there. Problem solved!
Apollo:
How's that a solution? Either way, I still have a charm plastered on my forehead!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Check it out.
Trucy:
You're so lucky, Apollo. Everyone can see what you do with just a flash of your badge.
Apollo:
What about you, Trucy? People can tell you're a magician by the way you're dressed.
Trucy:
Yeah, but I can't always dress like this. Like when I'm at school and stuff.
Apollo:
You could always show you're a magician by making things appear or disappear.
Trucy:
You mean like this? 3, 2, 1... Ta-dah!
Apollo:
Umm, magic or no, aren't you a little old to be showing those things in public?
Trucy:
Hmm... Then maybe I'll become a lawyer, too.
Apollo:
You're abandoning your dream just like that?!
Tenma Taro Warding Charm
Trucy:
Jinxie's warding charms... Hm, what if I incorporated it into my act? Might be fun.
Apollo:
You mean like having charms come out of your magic panties?
Trucy:
Exactly! And then I'd have them fly off and stick to audience members' foreheads!
Apollo:
Somehow, I don't think that would go over so well.
Trucy:
Then how 'bout I have them stick on my assistant? That would be you, Polly!
Apollo:
How does that make it any better?! And I'm not your assistant!
Trucy:
What?! But I could've sworn you were.
Apollo:
Where in the world did you get that idea?
Anything else
Trucy:
Okay! Watch me make that disappear!
Apollo:
No, wait! That's crucial evidence!
Trucy:
But I wanted to show you my new disappearing trick! Oh, I know! If it's really so important, how about I make more of it appear!
Apollo:
Fabricating evidence is even worse than making it disappear!
Trucy:
Oh, well. Too bad.
April 17Nine-Tails Vale - Yokai Lane
???:
I. Already. Told. You! I'm a lawyer assigned to the case! I need to study the crime scene, so if you would please tell me where Kyubi Manor is...!
Policeman:
You can't fool me! You're just some delinquent high school student playing hooky!
???:
You stupid, pig-headed...! This attorney's badge isn't just for show, you know!
Apollo:
(Looks like I just found Ms. Athena Cykes.)
Athena:
Tsk! Why won't you believe me?! Don't expect me to defend you in court if you ever get arrested!
Policeman:
Well, I'm the one who usually does the arresting, so... Say, shouldn't you be getting back to school?
Athena:
I already told you, I'm a lawyer, not a student!
Policeman:
That's it! Enough of your lies! You're coming with me!
Athena:
Aaah! Get your hands off of me!
Anime cutscene
Policeman:
Aaaaaaaaagh!
Apollo:
What the-
Apollo:
.........Urnngh... Think you can watch out for the bystanders next time...?
Athena:
Whoops! Are you okay?
Apollo:
I think so. (But that police officer's out cold.)
Athena:
I am SO sorry! I do that when people suddenly grab me. It's like a reflex or something.
Apollo:
(Reflex? Sounds more like a felony!) You're Athena Cykes, I take it?
Athena:
That would be me. And you are?
Apollo:
I'm Apollo Justice. I work at the Wright Anything Agency.
Athena:
The Wright Anything Agency? What a fishy sounding name.
Apollo:
...It's a long story, but it IS a law office, among other things. Didn't Mr. Wright explain it to you?
Athena:
Oh, right, THAT Wright! So then, you must be...! Where have you been?! I've been looking all over for you!
Apollo:
(I could say the same thing to you.) Well, here I am. Now how about telling me a little bit about yourself. Mr. Wright didn't really tell me much... as always.
Athena:
.........Ah, of course! Feel free to ask away!
Talk
Athena Cykes
Apollo:
So, Athena, I hear you just passed the bar.
Athena:
That's right! And here's my shiny new badge to prove it. Isn't it beautiful?
Apollo:
Oh, so you must be a bit younger than me.
Athena:
Heh heh heh. A bit more than you might think, in fact! I'm only eighteen!
Apollo:
E-Eighteen? How in the world did you become a lawyer at that age?
Athena:
I skipped a few grades while I was an exchange student in Europe. And I got my license to practice law while I was over there.
Apollo:
All I can say is, wow... (She must be a genius or something.)
Athena:
I also studied analytical psychology! Thought it might help me be a better lawyer.
Apollo:
(Psychology helps her be a better lawyer? How exactly does that work?)
The client
Athena:
So, tell me about our client. What are they like?
Apollo:
Oh, right, you haven't met him yet. Well...
Apollo:
...And that about sums it up.
Athena:
He's more worried about his daughter than himself. What a wonderful father. *sniffle*
Apollo:
Wait, are you crying?
Athena:
I'm not cr-crying! There was something in my eye!
Apollo:
(Um, they're called "tears"...)
Athena:
Moving right along... Let's get down to business! Helping our client is priority number one!
Psychology (appears after "Athena Cykes")
Apollo:
So, Athena, you mentioned studying psychology.
Athena:
That's right! I've always wanted to bring analytical psychology into the courtroom. The power of psychology will bring a breath of fresh air to the legal system.
Apollo:
Oh, really? So how do you plan on using it to defend our client?
Athena:
...Um, well, for example, I can try to listen in on a witness's inner voice... ...and then analyze their psychological state with the help of my trusty partner Widget!
Apollo:
Widget...?
Athena:
This device around my neck here! Say hi, Widget!
Widget:
Hi Widget!
Apollo:
IT TALKS?!
Athena:
Whoa, you need a volume knob! Anyway, the little guy will sometimes say what I'm feeling.
Widget:
Awk-ward...
Athena:
Don't worry, you'll get used to it.
Apollo:
Now THAT I seriously doubt.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Athena:
Yep! That's your attorney's badge, all right! Its dull, grimy look makes me think of all the courtroom battles you've faced so far! I hope mine will look like that someday! Look out legal world, Athena Cykes is psyched and ready to go!
Apollo:
......... (Actually, I just haven't polished it lately... Maybe I should keep that to myself. No need to deflate her dreams about "work" just yet.)
Yokai Legend Scroll
Athena:
What an interesting picture! It looks like a one-on-one monster smack down! It must've been quite a battle. Which yokai do you think is stronger?
Apollo:
Seems to me Tenma Taro's ability to fly would give him an edge over the Nine-Tailed Fox.
Athena:
But the Fox has powerful legs. He'd pounce before Tenma Taro knew what hit him!
Apollo:
He won't be pouncing on anyone after he's dropped from way up in the sky!
Athena:
Errr... B-But the Nine-Tailed Fox is gold-colored! Gold is way better than black, so I'm sure he'd win!
Apollo:
What do colors have to do with anything? (Besides, everyone knows red is the best.)
Anything else
Athena:
*sigh* Sorry, Apollo. Nothing's coming to mind. But give me an hour and I'll have it analyzed Cykes style! I'll get started on it right now!
Apollo:
No need for that! I was just wondering.
Athena:
...Oh, I almost forgot. I have something you might be interested in. I got in on my way here. Think it might have something to do with our case?
Apollo:
A special edition covering our case? That was quick.
Athena: 
That's the whole point of special editions, isn't it? To be the first to get the scoop? Rapido!
Apollo:
Right... Well, let's see what it says here... (What's the deal with the Spanish?) Tenma Taro was seen.... wha--? He was seen flying through the sky?!
Athena:
Yeah, somebody happened to snap that photo near Nine-Tails Vale. The article goes on to say it might be connected to our case. Apparently, that photo was shot right after the murder occurred.
Apollo:
Well, there were black feathers and strange tracks at the crime scene. I'm not surprised the locals think a yokai was involved.
Athena:
Wait a second... Yokai as in one of those Japanese monsters? Mein Gott! You don't actually think it was a supernatural murder, do you?
Apollo:
Ha ha ha, n-no, of course not. (Now German? Why not plain old English?)
Special Edition Paper added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Andale, Apollo! Let's get cracking on that crime scene already!
Talk
The investigation
Apollo:
Okay, what's next on the list?
Athena:
Investigating the crime scene, what else?! Well, what are we waiting for?! Last one there is a rotten egg!
Apollo:
We don't have to run all the way there.
Athena:
Okay... Then how about speed walking?!
Apollo:
(Why does this have to be a competition at all?)
Present
Special Edition Paper
Athena:
Looks like this paper doesn't shy away from stories on strange creatures.
Apollo:
Really? What does it say?
Athena:
They claim to have produced photos of Gourdy and a Kappa water sprite thingie. And just the other day, they got one of Konaki Jiji crying his poor old eyes out... ...followed by that infamous shot of Tenma Taro.
Apollo:
I don't know about a Kappa, but I bet the Konaki Jiji... ...is just a shot of someone's grandpa lost and crying up in the mountains.
Athena:
That's not very nice! They should have helped him instead of publishing his picture!
April 17Kyubi Manor - Foyer
Athena:
Do you hear that? It sounds like a TV or something. Oh, look! There's a TV in that little room in the corner.
TV:
In other news... The mysterious masked wrestler The Amazing Nine-Tails... ...has been confirmed missing according to sources close to the wrestler. It appears he disappeared sometime after the special event held in Nine-Tails Vale today. He also failed to appear at a match today where he was scheduled to defend his title. Local villagers say his disappearance may be connected with Tenma Taro's recent escape.
Apollo:
So, that wrestler's gone missing.
???:
Hey, you two! You don't belong in here!
Athena:
Eek!
Apollo:
Don't worry, there's nothing suspicious--
???:
What about them there horns o' yours? They look mighty suspicious if ya ask me!
Apollo:
Horns?! That's my hair...! Anyway, we're lawyers, and we're here to--
???:
Ah! You're them lawyers come to defend Mayor Tenma, ain't ya?! Eh heh heh. Shoulda reckoned what with that expensive-looking bracelet ya got there. The name's Phineas Filch. I'm the caretaker here. Pleased to meetcha, eh heh heh.
Apollo:
Um, same here.
Athena:
Wow, talk about a quick change of heart.
Filch:
So, tell me, Demon Lawyer! Betcha use them demonic horns of yours to scare the bejeebers outta witnesses, huh? Come here, ya lil' horned demon, you!
Apollo:
Youch! These horns, er... I mean, my hair isn't meant to threaten anyone!
Filch:
They ain't? Seems a mighty big waste o' perfectly good horns if ya ask me. Then again, ain't none o' my business, so...
Apollo:
*sigh* (That was fast. Guess he's done with me.)
Filch:
Well, I'd best get back to work!
Athena:
Athena:
Halt! Stop right there!
Filch:
Huh? Me?
Athena:
Apollo, your bracelet's gone!
Apollo:
Ah!
Filch:
Don't ya worry, Mr. Lawyer, sir! I'll check the lost 'n' found later!
Apollo:
.........Somehow, I don't think that will be necessary. Just check your wrist right now.
Filch:
Arrrrrrrrrgh! The cat's outta the bag!
Apollo:
(It was barely in the bag in the first place!)
Athena:
That was a pretty pathetic attempt.
Filch:
S-S-Sorry! I'm sooooo sooooo sorry! Just couldn't control myself! Please, forgive me! I'm beggin' ya!
Apollo:
(Sheesh, I almost feel sorry for him now.)
Athena:
What should we do about him, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, I got my bracelet back, and he seems sorry enough, so...
Filch:
I knew ya'd understand, Mr. Lawyer, sir! Ya obviously got a big heart! As big as the wad o' cash in your wallet, I hope, eh heh heh!
Apollo:
You leave my wallet out of this.
Filch:
Ho HO!
Athena:
Hey! Didn't you just finish apologizing for stealing from us?!
Filch:
Run away, run away! Head for the hills!
Athena:
Get back here, you!
Apollo:
(Talk about a quick escape.) ...Hm? Looks like he dropped a few things. Looks like a pair of diagrams. This one's of the crime scene, and here's one of the foyer.
Athena:
He left his shoes behind, too.
Apollo:
The guy's the living definition of a bumbling thief.
Athena:
Let's hang on to his shoes. We can give them back next time we see him. As for the diagrams, I say we keep them!
Apollo:
They look like something the police might draw. Wonder where the caretaker got them?
Crime Scene Diagram added to the Court Record.
Foyer Diagram added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
Now then, as I recall... ...the Fox Chamber should be at the top of those stairs.
April 17Kyubi Manor - Fox Chamber
Athena:
Whoa! Where'd all these black feathers and weird tracks come from?!
Apollo:
The popular opinion seems to be that they're from Tenma Taro.
Athena:
You mean the great evil has returned?
Apollo:
Even if he did, I'd be laughed out of the courthouse trying to indict him.
???:
Hey, who are you and what are you doing here? This is a crime scene!
Apollo:
And who are YOU? Are you with the police?
???:
I asked first! Who are YOU and what are you doing here?! On second thought... I'm placing you under arrest for disturbing a crime scene!
Apollo:
Ack! Under arrest?! B-B-But...
???:
Save it for the boys back at HQ! Now, come quietly or else! I don't want to be late for lunch!
Apollo:
P-Please, wait! We're Mayor Tenma's lawyers!
???:
Well why didn't you just say so! So you're the lawyers I heard about. Ha ha ha! I almost took you two in! You two sure were suspicious, though!
Athena:
I don't know how many more times I can take being called suspicious in one day...
Apollo:
Sorry, we didn't catch your name.
Fulbright:
My name? I'm Bobby Fulbright! The heroic detective who defends our good citizens from evil! The champion of justice who comes running whenever you're in need! And my catchphrase? It's "In justice we trust!"
Apollo:
Hoo boy... (This guy's a story and a half...)
Fulbright:
So! What can I do for you?
Talk
Investigating the scene
Apollo:
So, would it be okay if we had a look around?
Fulbright:
Certainly not! No unauthorized personnel allowed!
Apollo:
Couldn't you make an exception?
Fulbright:
Cease and desist at once, or you'll have to deal with my little friend here!
Apollo:
Ack! (Yikes! Is he reaching for his...?!)
Fulbright:
In justice we trust!
Apollo:
...! (Phew, it's just his badge.)
Fulbright:
You may be Mayor Tenma's attorneys, but you still need authorization to cross a police line!
Athena:
Apollo, let's see if we can't change his mind!
Apollo:
Good luck! Let me know how it goes! (I bet he's as dense as heroes come...)
Persuasion (appears after "Investigating the scene")
Fulbright:
You're wasting your time and mine! Nobody's crossing this line without authorization! I'm a wall of justice keeping injustice -- that would be you -- at bay!
Apollo:
*sigh* I knew it. Look, there's just us and you here, right?
Fulbright:
Justice and me, you say?
Apollo:
Th-That's right...?
Fulbright:
Are you trying to say that justice and I aren't enough to keep you out?!
Apollo:
Um, what?
Athena:
...! No, silly! We're saying that you're an inspiration in our quest for justice!
Fulbright:
No!!! It can't beeeee!!!
Apollo:
You have him on the ropes now, Athena!
Athena:
Um, if we were on the side of justice, would you let us through?
Fulbright:
B-B-But, guarding the crime scene is a part of justice, too!
Athena:
Sure... but only a bad guy would stand in the way of justice, right?
Fulbright:
Aaaaargh! Whose justice is the most just here?
Apollo:
Well, we can't have a fair and just trial without a thorough investigation, so...
Fulbright:
Hrmmm... Oh, Lady Justice...! What would you have me dooooo?!
Athena:
I think we really got to him.
Apollo:
Yeah, he's [sic] seems pretty neurotic as far as champions of justice go.
Athena:
Our pleas for justice must've had a huge impact. It's tying him up in knots! Now's our chance to start looking around.
Apollo:
(After all that about authorized personnel only... this was surprisingly easy.)
Fulbright:
Hrmmm... Should I stop them or let them through? Whose justice is more just?
Present
Anything
Fulbright:
Justice need backup sometimes, too! So I don't mind you asking for help, but you should start by thinking things over yourself. After all, the road to justice starts with your own first step! Ha ha ha!
Apollo:
If you don't have any information to offer, you could just say so.
Athena:
Well, let's get to work! We're supposed to being finding [sic] clues related to the crime, right?
Apollo:
Right. A search of the crime scene should turn up some evidence we can use at the trial. Let's try viewing the crime scene from different angles.
Athena:
You never know what's hiding just around the corner, right? Wait, but how do we go about changing our perspective?
Apollo:
Touch the arrows on the bottom screen or press left or right on [D-Pad]. If there's a particular spot you want to examine, just give it a tap.
Athena:
Okay, let's leave no stone unturned! Nous allons commencer! Let's get started!
Examine
Forbidden Chamber door
Apollo:
The Forbidden Chamber... They say the demon Tenma Taro was imprisoned in there before his "escape."
Athena:
Think we could get this door open?
Apollo:
It's worth a try. Hrrrgh! ...No good. It's shut tight! I don't even see a key hole. Seems pretty hopeless.
Fulbright:
In justice we trust!
Apollo:
Yikes!
Fulbright:
Did I just hear the voice of someone in need?! Allow me to fill you in! This door simply will not open! We've tried and tried, but it won't budge! It's an essential part of the culture found in this manor, so we can't blow it up either!
Apollo:
(So, an unopenable door. Right.)
Fulbright:
According to Ms. Jinxie Tenma, it was shut tight when she came across the crime scene.
Athena:
Thanks for the tip, Detective Fulbright. We didn't expect you to be so helpful.
Fulbright:
Aaaaaaaaaaargh! Forget I just said that!
Apollo:
(So, the Forbidden Chamber was shut tight at the time of the murder. Sounds like something I'd better keep in mind.)
Outline on table
Apollo:
So, this is where Alderman Kyubi's body was found.
Athena:
Apparently, the murder weapon -- a spear -- had Mayor Tenma's prints on it.
Apollo:
That's not good.
Fulbright:
Never fear, Detective Fulbright is here!
Apollo:
Yikes!
Fulbright:
Of course, I can't offer you any information on my investigation, so... In the name of justice, I must say goodbye!
Apollo:
Umm... What was that all about?
Armchair on right
Athena:
Wow! This is a pricy-looking chair!
Apollo:
Apparently, the mayor was found drugged and unconcious in it.
Athena:
Really?!
Apollo:
Yeah, and when he came to, he was arrested for murder. Talk about your rude awakenings.
Athena:
So, he's the prime suspect in a crime he knows nothing about?!
Widget:
That stinks!
Athena:
Oh, poor Mr. Tenma. *sniffle* He must be feeling so scared and confused. Apollo, it's up to us to save him!
Apollo:
(It's like she's on her own emotional roller coaster.)
Fox statues
Athena:
Look! This statue only has one tail.
Apollo:
Maybe it's the Nine-Tailed Fox's sidekick. I bet the number of tails represents a yokai's power.
Athena:
So... if you had two, Apollo, I'd only have one?
Apollo:
Wait. What?
Athena:
...Not that it means you're better than me, got it?!
Apollo:
Like I said, what?
Armchair on left
Apollo:
There's something wedged under this chair. Let's see if we can't lift it up and...
Fulbright:
Freeze!
Apollo:
Yikes!
Fulbright:
No disturbing crime scene evidence! Even if you ARE the mayor's lawyers.
Apollo:
(He does have a point there.)
Athena:
Hey Detective Fulbright, did you hear about the attack over on Yokai Lane? I hear an elderly woman was assaulted by a strange yokai shaped like a roll of cloth!
Fulbright:
And you waited till now to tell me?! I better get over there at once. In justice we trust!
Athena:
...That was surprisingly easy. Okay, Apollo, now's our chance to look around some more.
Apollo:
(The more I get to know her, the scarier she gets. Hope she never finds MY weakness.)
Cloth under armchair
Apollo:
Whatever this is, it's stuck on tight.
Athena:
Looks like a large bloodstained cloth.
Apollo:
The blood's probably the alderman's, but it's pretty far from his body. Wonder how it got here... (And why does this seem important?)
Folding screen (back)
Apollo:
(Nothing much to see on this side. Maybe I should go check the other side.)
Weapons
Athena:
This one's a spear, but what about this one? It looks like a giant pair of pliers.
Apollo:
Looks like something a demon might use. Saw something like that in a manga once.
Athena:
Really? What are they used for?
Apollo:
Oh, things like pinching through cheeks...
Athena:
Eeeuuuw!
Apollo:
Pulling out tongues...
Widget:
Stop, stop!
Apollo:
Oh, and you should see what they can do to a person's eyes--
Athena:
Okay, okay, I get the idea! But I'm sure THIS thing is just a simple can opener or something like that!
Apollo:
Demons eat canned food? I always wondered what they are besides people.
Feathers and tracks
Apollo:
These weird tracks must've been made when someone stepped in the alderman's blood.
Athena:
Maybe the killer inadvertently made them when they were fleeing? They're pretty big tracks, almost bird-like. The feathers also point to a bird.
Apollo:
Then it must be one big bird! And not one of the friendly yellow type, either!
Athena:
Maybe it's some mutant bird creature!
Apollo:
So, your theory is a giant mutant bird murdered Alderman Kyubi with a spear?
Athena:
It's more plausible than saying a monster or yokai did it.
Apollo:
Sorry to burst your bubble, but a giant spear-wielding bird is by definition a monster!
Folding screen (front)
Athena:
It's a folding screen. I wonder what they were using it for.
Apollo:
I read that the Japanese used to use these in drafty rooms, but now they're just for show.
Athena:
You mean like... like my attorney's badge. *sniffle*
Widget:
Poor Athena...
Apollo:
(That cop treating her like a child must've really bothered her.)
Clock above door
Athena:
Apollo, what words come to mind when you watch that pendulum in there?
Apollo:
Hmm... Unsteady and umm... restless.
Athena:
That's a direct representation of your current state of mind.
Apollo:
Wait! That was some kind of psychological test?!
Athena:
My diagnosis? This strange case has made you anxious, causing you to lose your cool.
Apollo:
You're actually not that far off the mark.
Statue behind door (broken)
Apollo:
Hm? There's something behind the door. Whatever it is, it looks like it's broken. Probably broke when the door was opened. Why would anybody put something there?
Athena:
Yeah, that wasn't very smart.
Apollo:
Maybe it was Jinxie. She was the first one to discover the body. She must have heard the screams and come running in here in a panic.
Athena:
Well, look at you, Apollo! Now you're using analytical psychology, too!
Apollo:
I am?
Athena:
Wow, you really learn quick! But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You're the ace attorney of Wright Anything Agency!
Apollo:
(I can't tell whether she's serious or not. Now, if Trucy said something like that, I'd immediately know she was messing with me.)
Statue behind door (not broken)
Athena:
Doesn't this tanuki statue remind you of the manor's caretaker, Phineas Filch?
Apollo:
This raccoon-looking thing? Yeah, it does look like him!
Athena:
Ooh, I just got the best idea! We should knock it over! It might transform back into Mr. Filch!
Apollo:
Mr. Filch is mischievous, but he's not magical, you know.
Athena:
Way to waste a brilliant idea, Apollo.
Air vent
Apollo:
Huh, that looks like an air vent. It's pretty high up there.
Athena:
What if you got a running start and jumped?
Apollo:
I doubt even a high-jumper could make it.
Athena:
Argh! Don't rule it out before you try it! Besides, I'm an excellent jumper.
Apollo:
Even so, that must be about nine feet high.
Athena:
Like I said, you don't know until you try, Monsieur Justice!
Apollo:
(She doesn't know when to give up and when to stop using foreign words.)
Trophies
Athena:
Look, trophies! Ooh! This one was awarded to Alderman Kyubi! "The Amazing Nine-Tails, Yokai Div. Winner, Tenma Town Pro Wrestling Tournament."
Apollo:
Yokai Division? I didn't know you could have a division of one.
Athena:
Apollo, you should enter the tournament next time! And I have the perfect name for you! The Mysterious Firebrand! A mild-mannered masked lawyer by day... demonic masked wrestler by night!
Apollo:
No one's going to hire a masked lawyer, Athena.
Window
Apollo:
Hey, this window opens. And outside... we have ourselves a steep cliff.
Athena:
The window only opens about six inches -- not wide enough for anyone to get in or out. Look, Apollo! There's something caught in the window frame! It looks like gold fur. What a pretty color! It must be from some kind of animal!
Apollo:
Wonder what it's doing here. Did Alderman Kyubi have a pet fox?
Golden Fur added to the Court Record.
Window (subsequent times)
Apollo:
What's this gold fur caught in the window frame here? Could it be from some rare gold-colored fox found only in Nine-Tails Vale?
Athena:
You think a fox squeezed out of this window?
Apollo:
Nothing's getting out that way. There's a steep cliff on the other side.
Athena:
Hmm... It's one mystery after another.
Statue next to armchair
Apollo:
Hmm... What do we have here? Looks like a statue of the Nine-Tailed Fox and Tenma Taro battling it out.
Athena:
Eek! Careful, Apollo, it's got blood on it!
Apollo:
Really? ...Hey, you're right. Wonder if it's the alderman's blood?
Athena:
How can you remain so calm after seeing all this blood?
Apollo:
Well, this isn't the first time I've seen something like this, so...
Athena:
You're no fun at all! At least act surprised or grossed out or something for my first case!
Apollo:
I'm already a lawyer. You want me to be an actor, too?
Fox and Demon Statue added to the Court Record.
Statue next to armchair (subsequent times)
Things to the left of the window
Athena:
Look! A cat with two tails!
Apollo:
No such thing.
Athena:
Oh, and this lady has a really long neck! Ha ha ha! How funny is that!
Apollo:
There's no way a creature like that could ever exist. She'd have a tough time swallowing.
Athena:
Apollo... I bet you were one of those kids who didn't believe in Santa Claus.
Apollo:
What's that got to do with anything?
Apollo:
(Guess that about wraps it up.) Now if only we could get that detective to tell us what he knows...
Athena:
Hey, Apollo... Do you hear something?
Apollo:
Hm? .........I don't hear anything.
Athena:
Oh, right. Your hearing must not be as sensitive as mine.
Apollo:
Um, what are you talking about?
Athena:
A whooshing sound, like wind rushing through a narrow strait. And the echo of someone's voice... "In... In..."
Fulbright:
IN JUSTICE WE TRUST!
Athena:
Aaaaaaaaah!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Someone's got a sharp set of ears! That was the sound of my righteous voice reverberating through the air duct!
Athena:
I heard it through the air ducts?
Fulbright:
Yeah, check it out.
Apollo:
But why would she hear you through there?
Fulbright:
Why don't we go to the diagram? As you can see, that vent is connected to an air duct that leads out into the hallway! The wind must've rushed through there... ...and carried my monologue with it straight to your ears!
Athena:
And what a... unique monologue it was. I was just thinking... Maybe the killer made their escape through the air duct or something!
Fulbright:
Heh heh heh, a cute theory, but I don't think so. The air duct in the hallway is low enough to climb into, that much is true. But as you can see, the vent in the ceiling is very high. 9 feet high, in fact. I highly doubt that there's any way to get up there without a ladder or something. And I don't see anything of the sort in this room, do you?
Athena:
Hmm... I guess you're right.
Apollo:
Speaking of things in this room...
Fulbright:
Yeah?
Apollo:
Can you tell us what you guys turned up, Detective Fulbright?
Fulbright:
Not on my watch, buddy! In the name of justice, I cannot reveal facts pertaining to the prosecution's case!
Apollo:
Aw, come on, throw us a bone here.
Athena:
Excuse me, Detective Fulbright, but I recall you saying earlier... ...that you would come running whenever we were in need.
Fulbright:
Yurk! I suppose I did say that! Helping those in need is what justice is all about, but... But keeping information out of enemy hands is also a form of justice! Hmm... Aaaaargh! Which justice is the most just? Why is this always so hard!
Athena:
Hmm......... Well, how about this? Let's do a little give and take. I mean, serving the public is part of justice, too, right? You know, like the police motto? "To serve and protect."
Apollo:
(I doubt leaking information to the defense team falls under that motto.)
Fulbright:
Yes, of course! I must serve and [sic] well as protect! Okay, I will share some information. ...In the name of justice!
Athena:
We did it, Apollo!
Apollo:
Yeah, we did it, all right. (But I'm not sure that was entirely ethical...)
Talk
Details of the case
Apollo:
Was it Ms. Jinxie Tenma who first discovered the crime scene?
Fulbright:
That's right. And this photo shows what she saw when she opened the door. Ms. Tenma had a key, allowing her immediate access.
Apollo:
A key? So, then, the Fox Chamber was locked?
Fulbright:
Yes, and Ms. Tenma had the only key to its door.
Apollo:
Really? So, Alderman Kyubi didn't have a key to the Fox Chamber?
Fulbright:
Actually, he had a master key for most of the doors in the manor, but... It disappeared after his murder.
Athena:
Disappeared? You think the killer took it?!
Fulbright:
It could very well be connected to the murder. We're looking into the possibility now. But it's the timing of Ms. Tenma's discovery that I think is most important. Of course, I'm not going to share that information with you, ha ha ha!
Athena:
You think you're some kind of champion of justice, but you're just plain old mean!
Fulbright:
I won't fall for that, you shameless rascal! I only help good little boys and girls!
Athena:
Shameless rascal? Who even says that?
Apollo:
Well, I wouldn't exactly call you a good little girl, either.
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Feathers and tracks
Apollo:
Those feathers and tracks look like something a yokai might leave behind.
Fulbright:
You don't actually think the murderer was some sort of monster, do you?
Athena:
What's the name of that creature in the Forbidden Chamber? Tenma... something... Because from the black feathers and big tracks, it looks like that creature did it.
Fulbright:
Our prime suspect would, no doubt, love to pin the blame on some imaginary creature.
Athena:
Can Tenma whatchamacallit even be made a victim of slander?
Apollo:
(I doubt the mayor would do something as childish as blaming a boogieman.)
Athena:
So, the most likely scenario so far is... ...that Tenma guy left the feathers and tracks behind... ...to make it look like yokai Tenma was the killer.
Apollo:
...Wait, what? Now I'm as confused as you! (At any rate, I doubt Mayor Tenma would plant evidence like that.)
Suspects
Apollo:
So, Mayor Tenma is your only suspect?
Fulbright:
That's right. Even his name, Damian Tenma, makes him sound like a villain. And he's really scary looking, too.
Apollo:
Wait, are you telling me that's why he was arrested?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Don't be ridiculous! He was the only one without an alibi.
Apollo:
Oh, is that so?
Fulbright:
Yup. Other than the victim, the suspect, and Ms. Tenma, the only others around were... ...Mr. Filch and Mayor Tenma's aide, and the two of them were together at the time.
Apollo:
(Filch... The guy who tried to steal my bracelet. Just living up to his name, I guess. We should go talk to him again when we have a chance.) What about Jinxie? She's not being suspected at all?
Fulbright:
She may have no alibi whatsoever... but she also has no motive. It's unfathomable that she would murder the alderman, and pin the crime on her father. Besides, do you really think a little girl could lift up this huge spear?
Apollo:
True enough. That spear looks even bigger than her.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Um, so this is my attorney's badge.
Fulbright:
No, no! Present it with more confidence and conviction! Like this... In justice we trust!
Apollo:
Okay, um, how's this... Apollo Justice, attorney at law! H-Here comes Justice!
Fulbright:
That was amazing! But you know what they say, practice makes perfect. Let's see you do it ten more times!
Apollo:
Okay, I'll try my best!
Athena:
Um, Apollo? What are you doing?
Apollo:
(Ack! How'd he talk me into this?!)
Anything else
Fulbright:
Justice need backup sometimes, too! So I don't mind you asking for help, but you should start by thinking things over yourself. After all, the road to justice starts with your own first step! Ha ha ha!
Apollo:
If you don't have any information to offer, you could just say so.
Fulbright:
That's about all I can reveal at this time. Well? You must admit, Damian Tenma appears to be the most likely suspect.
Apollo:
(I admit it looks bad, but I'm still not buying it.)
Fulbright:
Oh, and one more thing... I must warn you about the prosecutor.
Apollo:
The prosecutor assigned to Mayor Tenma's trial?
Fulbright:
That's the one. He's -- how shall I put it -- not what you'd expect. That is unless you've faced a convicted killer serving hard time as a prosecutor before.
Apollo:
What the--?! Is this some kind of joke?
Talk
The prosecution
Apollo:
Can I ask why a man imprisoned for murder is serving as prosecutor?
Fulbright:
Because he's mastered the use of psychology in courtroom battles. Everyone's talking about how this murder was the work of some strange creature. But yokai are nothing more than a figment of the imagination. They're baloney! Who better to prove that than a master of psychology? He's the best man for the job.
Apollo:
But he's a convicted murderer! No matter how you look at it, that's just insane!
Fulbright:
Well, the chief prosecutor personally assigned him, so... ...none of us are in a position to question the matter, ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(This really is the dark age of the law.)
Athena:
This prosecutor... He wouldn't happen to go by the name "Blackquill," would he?
Fulbright:
Bingo! Simon Blackquill. So, you HAVE heard of him?
Athena:
...You could say that.
Apollo:
(What's that supposed to mean?)
Fulbright:
Well, I bet you don't know his unofficial title. Ever heard of the "Twisted Samurai"? That's Prosecutor Blackquill!
Apollo:
The "Twisted Samurai"...? Is that because he's a criminal?
Fulbright:
Well... Yes and no. You could say it also has to do with the effect his crime had on things.
Apollo:
How so...?
Fulbright:
His conviction is what twisted and warped the legal world into this dark age of the law.
Apollo:
What?! And HE of all people is going to stand in court tomorrow?!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Never fear! I myself will be there to protect you!
Apollo:
......... (That's reassuring, I guess...)
Fulbright:
Well, you kids knock yourselves out! Can't wait to see how you do tomorrow!
Athena:
Wait, Detective Fulbright. I've been meaning to ask you something. Um... Why are you barefoot? This doesn't look like the sort of place where you need to take your shoes off...
Fulbright:
Hm? Ah! Ahhhhhh! I hadn't even noticed. Why AM I barefoot?
Apollo:
(You honestly hadn't noticed until just now?!) .........Wait a second. Those shoes we found earlier... Excuse me, Detective Fulbright. These wouldn't happen to be your shoes, would they?
Fulbright:
Yes! Yes they are! My favorite pair, in fact! Thank you for bringing them to me. You must truly be on the side of justice!
Apollo:
(Don't tell me Mr. Filch actually stole from a detective?)
Athena:
Stealing shoes right off of someone's feet... That's pretty amazing.
Apollo:
I find it more amazing that Detective Fulbright didn't notice. (Well, looks like we've gotten all we can out of the detective, so let's see... Maybe we should go have a word with Mr. Filch. I want to hear what his "alibi" is.)
April 17Kyubi Manor - Foyer
Filch:
This is just awful! T-Terrible, I say! S-Somebody, help!
Athena:
Oh, look, it's mister-- what was it again? Finch?
Filch:
No, no, no! The name's Filch, Phineas Filch!
Apollo:
(Keep on pilfering and you may wind up a jail bird instead.) So what seems to be the problem, Mr. Filch?
Filch:
Oh, it's just terrible! Terrible, I tell ya! Come quick!
Apollo:
O-Okay...? (What's the deal with him all of a sudden?)
Apollo:
Looks like some kind of mask.
Filch:
I-It's The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask!
Apollo:
The Amazing Nine-Tails...? (Oh, right -- the wrestler who appeared during the festival's special event...) What's his mask doing here?
Filch:
He'd never take off his mask like this! Someone musta killed 'im!
Apollo:
Whaaa--?! Wh-Who would do such a thing?
Athena:
Let's go talk over there in private.
Apollo:
Hm? Look... There's some white hair caught up inside this mask...
Amazing Nine-Tails Mask added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
So, what makes you believe that The Amazing Nine-Tails has been murdered?
Filch:
Ya really wanna know, eh? You're a studious one, ain't ya! Eh heh he!
Apollo:
Yes, I mean, no. Er, I mean, just tell me, please.
Filch:
Well, it's like this. I'd dreamed o' becoming a wrassler myself! Hey, how 'bout ya join me in the quest for the champion's belt?! Whadda team! Me in my bandit's mask and you in that demon mask of yours!
Apollo:
Demon mask? Heh heh. Wonder if I could make it big.
Athena:
Apollo, let's save your pro wrestling debut until after the trial.
Apollo:
Huh?! Oh, no, no! I wasn't actually... (Argh! Why did I let him pull me off topic like that?!)
Athena:
Come on, Apollo -- ask him about The Amazing Nine-Tails's murder already!
Talk
The Amazing Nine-Tails
Filch:
The Amazing Nine-Tails is our village's savior, and don't ya forget it! His trademark's a gold cape made to look like nine fox tails! He whirls through the ring, smacking down Tenma Town wrestlers left 'n' right! He sparked the monster craze, revitalizing Nine-Tales [sic] Vale in the blink of an eye. Yep, saved our village from becoming a ghost town. Now it's a yokai town, eh heh heh.
Apollo:
Huh, The Amazing Nine-Tails really does sound, well... amazing.
Filch:
Yeah, pretty amazing, huh? That's why he's worshipped like a hero 'round here! I'm proud to be from the same village as him.
Athena:
Come to think of it, you look kind of monster-like yourself, Mr. Filch. Guess it makes sense since you're from the same village as The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Filch:
Eh heh heh... I know! A lot o' people have told me I look like a yokai.
Apollo:
(Since when was that a compliment?) Ouch! What's the big idea!
Filch:
Eh heh heh... Check your pocket.
Apollo:
Hey, how'd you do that?!
Filch:
Keep it. I got lots more.
Amazing Nine-Tails Glossy added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
So, you keep saying that the Amazing Nine-Tails was killed. What's the story behind that?
Amazing Nine-Tails's Death (appears after "The Amazing Nine-Tails")
Apollo:
Are you saying he was murdered because his mask washed up along the river outside?
Filch:
That's only part o' it. The main reason is no one's seen 'im since the special event. The word 'round Nine-Tails Vale is he was killed by Tenma Taro.
Apollo:
You villagers really are superstitious, aren't you?
Filch:
That we are. We love conspiracy theories, too, like the mayor's diabolical plot.
Apollo:
The mayor? Of Tenma Town? What is he plotting?
Filch:
Rumor has it he's planning on releasing Tenma Taro. That's why he wants the merger. He'll open the Forbidden Chamber once he's in control.
Apollo:
That's quite a tale.
Filch:
Ain't finished yet! There was only one person who could stop the mayor. Our hero, The Amazing Nine-Tails! He vowed to battle the mayor of Tenma Town and stop the municipal merger!
Apollo:
......... (I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.)
Athena:
Apollo! We still have to ask him about the alderman's murder, remember?
About the alderman's murder (appears after "Amazing Nine-Tails's Death")
Apollo:
Mr. Filch, would you mind telling us what you were doing at the time of the murder?
Filch:
I was in the caretaker's office guarding the entrance like Mr. Kyubi said I should. And I made double sure no one came in. I have a clear view of the foyer from where I work.
Apollo:
(He must be talking about the small room in the upper right. It definitely looks like you can keep track of the comings and goings from there.) And you have an alibi to back your statement up, Mr. Filch?
Filch:
Eh heh heh. I do, indeed! I was with Mayor Tenma's aide. Florent L'Belle's his name.
Apollo:
So, the two of you were together... That's a pretty sound alibi, all right. And nobody came in or out of the manor around the time of the murder?
Filch:
Kept watch here the whole time. Didn't see a soul pass by. And if anyone did, that there security camera woulda spotted 'em.
Apollo:
(So no one came in or out around the time of the murder... That means we're dealing with someone who was already inside when it happened.)
Present
Amazing Nine-Tails's Mask
Filch:
Hey, that there's The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask! Yer aiming to sell it, aint ya?! Why you sneaky, lily-livered--
Apollo:
No, I'm not trying to sell it. It could be a key piece of evidence.
Filch:
Aw, too bad. Thought I'd hook ya up with this buyer I know.
Apollo:
Wait, you WANT me to sell it?!
Anything else
Apollo:
You mind if I ask you about this?
Filch:
Hm? Oh, that... Right, right...
Apollo:
Well, does it ring a bell?
Filch:
Eh heh heh heh... Oh, it's ringing, all right. Ya wanna thank me for all my hard work, and I humbly accept!
Apollo:
No, this isn't a gift! (Should've known this was a dead end.)
Apollo:
So, do you think this mask is the real deal?
Filch:
Without a doubt. This here's the mask worn by The Amazing Nine-Tails.
Apollo:
What about that white hair I found inside the mask?
Athena:
Wait! I just thought of something! Remember the golden animal fur we found at the crime scene? Could it have come from this mask? Look! There's even a spot where some fur is missing.
Apollo:
Hmm... Then this places this mask at the crime scene at some point in time. Which means......... (What does this mean? Someone with white hair who is linked with the murder and is against the merger? No way...! Could The Amazing Nine-Tails and the alderman actually be...?!)
Athena:
Something wrong, Apollo? You should see the look on your face!
Apollo:
Oh, no, it's n-nothing. (Maybe Jinxie could tell us something, since she works here...)
Golden Fur reattached to The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask.
Kyubi Manor Garden or Detention Center
Talk
Any ideas?
Apollo:
Come up with anything yet?
Athena:
Oh! O-Of course I have! But it's not quite ready for primetime.
Apollo:
Huh?
Athena:
The truth will only be revealed once we've dotted all our i's and crossed all our t's. In other words, it's still just a theory, so I don't think I should say anything yet. It's the dilemma any great detective must face!
Widget:
Whatever!
Athena:
Tsk! Widget!
Apollo:
(So basically, you have no ideas. Thanks for nothing.)
About the murder
Apollo:
What are your thoughts on the case so far?
Athena:
Well... I think our killer is most likely highly intelligent and stone-cold cool. I mean, just look how they killed the alderman: one decisive thrust, no hesitation.
Apollo:
And you know this how? Psychology?
Athena:
That's right! I've profiled the killer based on the evidence we found at the scene! I can almost picture the killer in my mind... A terrifying face twisted from hatred toward the victim... Big, bulging eyes full of murderous intent... A horrible gash-like mouth from ear to ear... And... wings, black and sinister.
Apollo:
Wings? That sounds like Tenma Taro!
Athena:
On second thought, scratch psychology. That last part was just my imagination.
Apollo:
You think?!
Present
Amazing Nine-Tails's Mask
Athena:
So who do you think is the man behind The Amazing Nine-Tails mask?
Apollo:
Well, there was that white hair we found inside the mask. I have a feeling it's going to be a valuable clue.
Athena:
We should run a DNA test on it. Ooh! And what if the results show that the hair's not human? Don't you think it's fun to fantasize about stuff like that?
Apollo:
Sure, as long as you're prepared to have that fantasy shattered by the results, too.
Athena:
In that case, let's forget about the DNA testing!
April 17Nine-Tails Vale - Yokai Lane
Apollo:
Oh, look, there's Jinxie.
Jinxie:
Milk, cheese, yogurt, ice cream, and...
Apollo:
(Sounds like she's out grocery shopping. She must really like dairy products.)
Jinxie:
...a charm to make a better milkshake and another to cure my lactose intolerance.
Apollo:
(Maybe she should just stick to soy milk.) Jinxie! Hey, it's me!
Jinxie:
Eek! It's th-th-the demon lawyer!
Apollo:
Ack! (Not another warding charm... *sigh*)
Athena:
Um, Apollo? Who is she?
Apollo:
Oh, right. This is your first time meeting each other. This is Jinxie, Mayor Tenma's daughter. She was the first to discover the crime scene.
Athena:
Oh, so she's the one who--! Um, hello. My name's Athena Cykes. I'll be helping Apollo defend your father at his trial. Pleased to meet you!
Jinxie:
P-Pleased to meet you, too. Uhh... Um, where's Trucy?
Apollo:
She went back to the office ahead of us. But don't worry. Athena and I are on the case!
Jinxie:
W-W-Wait, how do I know you didn't...! ...That you d-d-didn't gobble her up alive!
Apollo:
Relax, I didn't eat her up! And I wouldn't do such a thing in the first place!
Jinxie:
Oh, poor little Trucy! *sniffle*
Apollo:
(I'm about ready for some tears of frustration myself.)
Athena:
She's quite an, um, interesting character, huh, Apollo...
Talk
The incident
Apollo:
Jinxie, do you remember any more of what happened?
Jinxie:
Not much. ...At least not yet.
Apollo:
But you do think Tenma Taro was the killer, right? That yokai we saw at the festival?
Jinxie:
I don't know anything about that!
Apollo:
Huh? But you said Tenma Taro murdered the alderman. ...It's okay, Jinxie. You can tell me-- Yikes! What was that for?!
Jinxie:
People see things when they don't get enough sleep. There's no such thing as monsters.
Apollo:
Huh?! (What's gotten into her?) So, if there are no monsters, you admit I'm human?
Jinxie:
No, you're still a demon!
Apollo:
............ Oh, I give up.
Athena:
It seems like Jinxie doesn't want to talk about Tenma Taro for some reason.
Apollo:
But that's precisely what we need to know more about... Besides, she definitely thought there was a yokai there in the Fox Chamber. Jinxie, about this charm...
Jinxie:
Ah! That's...!
Apollo:
You gave me this when I was heading off to the scene of the crime. You thought Tenma Taro was the murderer. That's why you gave this to me, right?
Jinxie:
Errr... That's true, but...
Apollo:
If there's anything else you could tell us, it would really help. And it will help your father, too!
Jinxie:
Umm... All right, then.
Tenma Taro did it? (appears after "The incident")
Apollo:
Why do you think Tenma Taro's the killer?
Jinxie:
I saw him. Saw him with my own eyes. Tenma Taro was right there in the manor! He escaped his prison... ...and ran right by me!
Athena:
Whaaaaaat?!
Apollo:
Jinxie, tell us everything you saw!
Jinxie:
I called the police after I stumbled on the scene. I was just about to head back to the festival grounds when... ...I saw Tenma Taro. It was right around here. He was running right at me! I was... I was paralyzed with fear. But there was no one around to help me. *shiver* The foul beast raced right by me toward the foyer.
Apollo:
Toward the foyer?
Athena:
Mr. Filch and Mr. L'Belle were supposedly in the foyer at the time. That means they would've seen Tenma Taro, too.
Apollo:
Sounds like we'd better get their statements. (Considering Jinxie's mental state, her eyes could've been playing tricks on her.)
Athena:
Um... Apollo? Remember the picture in this paper? Someone caught Tenma Taro flying through the air. I wonder if it's the same Tenma Taro Jinxie says she saw.
Apollo:
...Don't be ridiculous!
Jinxie:
*shiver* Tenma Taro IS the killer. And he can fly, too.
The Amazing Nine-Tails
Apollo:
(Jinxie works at the alderman's manor, so maybe she can shed some light on this.) So, no one knows The Amazing Nine-Tails's true identity?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. They say no one's ever seen him without his mask.
Apollo:
Doesn't that make you want to know even more?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. That's why matches where wrestlers try to expose their opponent are so popular.
Apollo:
Wait... you mean expose, as in strip them naked?
Jinxie:
Eek! You even think like a demon! ...The only thing the winner removes is the loser's mask. To have your mask torn off is the worst humiliation a wrestler could suffer! That's why their masks are more important to them than life itself. So you see, these unmasking matches are life and death battles for the wrestlers.
Apollo:
(That means this mask didn't just happen to wash up along the riverbank. There's got to be a story behind it.)
Jinxie:
No one can stop The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Apollo:
(Bet she'd be shocked to find out he's really the alderman.)
The Tenma Taro you saw (appears after "Tenma Taro did it?")
Apollo:
About the yokai you saw at the scene of the crime... Anything else stand out?
Jinxie:
Actually, I heard this strange jangly sound.
Athena:
A jangly sound? Can you be a little more specific?
Jinxie:
My memory's kind of fuzzy... But I vaguely recall seeing Tenma Taro holding a staff or something like that. Maybe that's what was making the strange sound.
Apollo:
Does Tenma Taro usually carry a staff?
Jinxie:
Good question. I've never heard anything like that and it's not shown on the scroll.
Apollo:
How about in other documents? Any of them show Tenma Taro with a staff?
Jinxie:
This is the only known document depicting Tenma Taro. After all, those who needless [sic] [recte needlessly] depict the demon are forever cursed.
Apollo:
Then what's the deal with the Tenma Taro you saw, Jinxie?
Yokai Legend Scroll updated in the Court Record.
Jinxie's Statement added to the Court Record.
Present
Nine-Tails Flower
Jinxie:
The Nine-Tailed Fox is famous for imprisoning Tenma Taro, but legends say that he also... ...gave us the Nine-Tails Flower, and that he still watches over the village to this day.
Apollo:
Wow, coming here is like traveling to ancient Japan with all the strange beliefs and all. All those yokai, the Nine-Tails Flower, the Forbidden Chamber, and the list goes on.
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. It was like I should've been born here. Too bad the population is shrinking. But there's an effort underway to protect the yokai. It also helps the local economy.
Apollo:
Protect the yokai? You mean like endangered species?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. There're even plans to create a yokai wildlife park in the near future.
Apollo:
Now I'm really starting to wonder about this place.
Crime Photo
Apollo:
Jinxie, I wanted to show you this--
Athena:
Wait, Apollo! You can't show that to her. Having her father arrested was bad enough.
Jinxie:
Huh? Did you say something?
Apollo:
(Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.) Oh, um, never mind.
Amazing Nine-Tails's Mask
Apollo:
(Wait, Jinxie's a huge fan of The Amazing Nine-Tails. She'd probably freak out if I showed her this mask without the guy in it.)
Athena:
What are you thinking?! It would crush her if she figured out her favorite wrestler is dead.
Apollo:
Guess I'll spare her the grief, although she really could use a reality check.
Jinxie:
?
Amazing Nine-Tails Glossy
Jinxie:
Ah! Th-Th-That's The Amazing Nine-Tails! He... he lives in the mountains right outside the village. But he often comes to visit.
Apollo:
Really? He doesn't sound very secret or reclusive to me.
Jinxie:
No, he's not. In fact, he visits the village bathhouse all the time.
Athena:
No way! The Amazing Nine-Tails goes to public bathhouses?!
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. But like a true wrestling legend, he never takes his mask off.
Apollo:
He takes baths in his mask?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. And he also has a towel that says, "Wrestlers Wanted!"
Apollo:
If I saw a naked guy in a mask and a message like that on his towel, I'd run the other way.
Jinxie's Statement
Jinxie:
I saw... him... Tenma Taro. It nearly scared me to death.
Athena:
Do you see a lot of monsters, Jinxie?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. *shivers* In fact, I encountered the Sunekosuri this morning. *shivers*
Apollo:
Sune... kosuri? You know, I don't know that one. Tell me about it.
Jinxie:
It's a mean little beast that trips you by bumping into your shins. I keep tripping all the time because of that pesky little thing! When it gets really bad, I stick Sunekosuri warding charms on my shins!
Apollo:
Um, how about investing in some shin guards, and watching your step instead?
Anything else
Jinxie:
What's this? A Tsukumogami?
Apollo:
Tsukumo... gami?
Jinxie:
A yokai that inhabits objects that have been used for a really long time. The Red Demon and a Tsukumogami... What a strange combination.
Apollo:
(Is everything to her some supernatural phenomenon?)
Apollo:
Why didn't you tell me you saw Tenma Taro earlier?
Jinxie:
Actually... Mr. L'Belle told me not to tell.
Apollo:
Mr. L'Belle?
Jinxie:
Papa's aide.
Apollo:
(Oh, right. The other guy who was supposedly in the foyer at the time of the crime.) And what exactly did he tell you?
Jinxie:
"Keep the village superstitions in mind... ...before you go talking about seeing Tenma Taro at the time of the crime."
Apollo:
Village superstitions?
Jinxie:
They say you must not gaze upon Tenma Taro. But in the event that you do look... ...and then tell anyone what you saw, Tenma Taro will claim your soul.
Apollo:
And that's something everyone here knows?(Sounds like a bunch of baloney to me.)
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. Everyone from babies to the village elders know about it. But I didn't because I'm not from around here.
Apollo:
Hey, come to think of it...
Apollo:
(Huh? Why's everyone hiding their faces?)
Villager:
Hey, you there! You mustn't stare at Tenma Taro like that! Lower your eyes! He'll steal your soul if you're not careful!
Apollo:
Huh? (Steal my soul? Seriously?)
Apollo:
(The guy at the special event thing said almost the exact same thing.)
Athena:
Apollo, do you think this L'Belle guy actually believes in Tenma Taro?
Apollo:
I seriously doubt it. He's not even from Nine-Tails Vale.
Athena:
Then why would he try to keep Jinxie from talking?
Apollo:
Good question. I think we'd better go have a word with him.
Athena:
Time to unmask this monster of a mystery.
Jinxie:
The last time I saw Mr. L'Belle, he was relaxing in the foyer.
Athena:
Bueno! Next stop, the manor foyer! With any luck, he'll be there waiting for us!
April 17Kyubi Manor - Foyer
Athena:
There's no one here. Guess our luck isn't so good when it comes to Mr. L'Belle.
Apollo:
Maybe he's out for a walk or something. (Hmm? Somebody left something on the sill of the caretaker's office window.) Oh, it's a TV program guide.
Athena:
Looks like someone circled a pro wrestling match.
Filch:
Hey, whaddya think you're doing!
Athena:
Eek! I-I-It's a...! Oh, Mr. Filch! Wh-What can we do for you?
Apollo:
(I bet she was going to scream, "Monster!" which really isn't much of a stretch...)
Filch:
Ain't nothing I need you to do for me. But what business do ya got with my TV listings?
Apollo:
Oh, no, it just caught my eye. Can I ask if you watched this pro wrestling program today?
Filch:
Yep, 'twas a match between a couple o' rank amateurs, though. It was a complete disaster. I reckon even I coulda done better than that.
Apollo:
(I seriously doubt that.)
TV Listings added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
(Almost forgot. There's something I wanted to ask him.) Mr. Filch, did you see anything unusual around the time of the murder? For example, Tenma Taro or something like that?
Filch:
Huh?! T-Tenma Taro?!
Apollo:
So you did see him?
Filch:
Errr... My, how clean and shiny your forehead is again today, Mr. Lawyer, sir! Bet ya shine it up every day real purty like. The ladies must love it, eh heh heh.
Apollo:
Don't change the subject! And FYI, that was a seriously bad attempt at flattery. Jinxie said she saw Tenma Taro flee toward the foyer. So you must've seen him too if you were here!
Filch:
Yi-Yi-Yiiiiiiiiipes!
Apollo:
(Wow, I really pushed a button there!) Well, did you see anything or not?
???:
That is quite enough. I must ask that you not pester my friend anymore.
Filch:
Yipes! Forgive me for being pestered, sir!
Apollo:
And you are?
???:
I am Florent L'Belle... ...beau divine and PERSONAL aide to Mayor Damian Tenma.
Apollo:
(Beau divine? More like yokai grotesque. This place is crawling with monsters.)
L'Belle:
OH! Excuse YOU!
Apollo:
Ack! Wh-What the heck was that for?!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! It was just a little cologne. You had a look of stinky sweat about you. It's from my OWN original brand of cosmetics called "Je suis L'Belle!" *sniff sniff sniff* Oh, what a heavenly scent.
Apollo:
Ugh. I think you just paralyzed my olfactory receptors.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! I suppose such a scent WOULD be difficult for a peasant to appreciate. I'll have you know, THAT is Brand No. 5 "Bonjour." It's MY way of introducing myself. Enjoy!
Apollo:
(Where's my bottle of "Adieu" so I can return the favor?) Enough about the cologne. Please tell us what you saw around the time of the murder.
Talk
Keeping Jinxie quiet
Apollo:
I heard you're the one who told Jinxie not to mention that she saw Tenma Taro.
L'Belle:
Why that little--! So, she told you she saw the demon, did she?
Athena:
Mr. L'Belle, do mind [sic] if I ask whether you believe in the village superstitions?
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Oh, PU-LEASE! I was merely trying to keep with traditions. Nevertheless, I will say this... I wouldn't stick MY nose into this whole Tenma Taro business if I were you. Bad things happen to those who do. THAT much is true. He is one... scary... monster.
Apollo:
That's crazy! You really expect me to believe that monsters are real?
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Well, YOU'RE real, and YOU sure look like a monster.
Apollo:
(Look who's talking!) So, Mr. L'Belle, you didn't see Tenma Taro? Aaah!
L'Belle:
Little Jinxie has an ACTIVE imagination. Isn't that right, Phineas?
Filch:
That's right. I didn't see nothing, especially not Tenma Taro!
L'Belle:
As for ME, I only see things of beauty. That's why I can barely see you. ...Pwh! Ah ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(I've got two words for this guy: total freak.)
Your alibi
Apollo:
Could I ask you what you were doing at the time of the crime?
L'Belle:
In other words, you'd like to hear MY alibi. Tsk, to think you'd suspect ME of all people!
Apollo:
Oh, no, it's just a formality. We ask everyone the same questions. Aaah!
L'Belle:
How DARE you doubt me! That's an affront to beauty itself! You OBVIOUSLY can't see straight!
Apollo:
Urnngh... Like that spritz really helped...!
L'Belle:
What were WE doing, you ask? Go ahead, Filchy, answer the question.
Filch:
Errr... At the time of the crime, we were... um... uh... in this here foyer!
L'Belle:
Exactly! Good answer, Filchy, good answer!
Filch:
Eh heh he. Just repeating whatcha told-- Youch!
L'Belle:
You've said QUITE enough!
Apollo:
(.........What is WITH these two? Great, now he's got me talking like that.)
Present
Tenma Taro Warding Charm
L'Belle:
Yes? That's a warding charm, but why are YOU showing it to ME?
Apollo:
............ (Guess it doesn't work on all monsters.) Yurk!
L'Belle:
Shame on you, thinking THAT would work on ME!
Apollo:
Blech!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! You should be honored to be bathed in my beautiful scent, peasant!
Apollo:
Ack... (Now I really wish it would work.)
Amazing Nine-Tails Glossy
L'Belle:
Pffft, The Amazing Nine-Tails? What's so AMAZING about HIM? I mean, MY glossies are selling WAY better than his.
Apollo:
You sell glossies of yourself?
L'Belle:
That's right. I have one for all seven of my hair colors!
Apollo:
............ (Well, guess that's it. Civilization over.)
L'Belle:
Tsk, if you WANT one, you need simply ask. I'll even let you choose the color yourself.
Apollo:
No, thank you!
Anything else
L'Belle:
Yes? Do you ALWAYS go around sticking your hand in OTHER people's faces?
Apollo:
Oh, no, I just wanted to show you this.
L'Belle:
Ah, yes, you DO have something in that grimy paw of yours. But I only have eyes for things of beauty. Now, if you would excuse me.
Apollo:
(Guess he'll only look at stuff that interests him.)
L'Belle:
Are we quite through here? I'm a VERY busy man, you know.
Apollo:
...Right. Well, thanks for your help. (So, these two were in the foyer, but didn't see Tenma Taro.)
L'Belle:
Come along, Filchy.
Filch:
Where we goin'? Oh, right! Gotta practice them statements for tomorrow! ...Yipes! My eyyyes!
L'Belle:
You're going to dig your own grave with that big mouth of yours someday!
Apollo:
......... (What does he mean, "practice statements"?)
L'Belle:
Now if would excuse me. [sic] It's time to touch up my makeup.
Athena:
Apollo, I know this sounds strange... ...but Mr. L'Belle seems unusually preoccupied with Tenma Taro.
Apollo:
Really? How can you tell?
Athena:
Well, it's kind of hard to explain. You see, I can read people's emotions from the tone of their voice.
Apollo:
You mean you have good ears?
Athena:
Something like that. People's emotions are expressed in the tone of their voice. And my ears can pick up even the subtlest of tones for some reason.
Apollo:
That's an interesting skill... But what do you mean he's preoccupied with Tenma Taro?
Athena:
I'm not exactly sure, but it was like he was... obsessed with the thought of Tenma Taro... That's what I picked up from his voice, anyway.
Apollo:
Everywhere we turn it's Tenma Taro this, Tenma Taro that. Hmm...
Athena:
We should go talk to the mayor, too.
Apollo:
Sounds like a plan. (We need to get to the bottom of that rumor about him wanting to release Tenma Taro.)
April 17Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Athena:
Something wrong, Apollo? Where did your enthusiasm go?
Apollo:
(What am I doing asking the mayor if he has ever thought about releasing Tenma Taro?! At best, he'll think I'm an idiot. At worst... *shudder*)
Athena:
Oh, he's here!
Tenma:
.........
Athena:
It's so nice to finally meet you! I'm Mr. Justice's partner, Athena Cykes! I'm looking forward to working with you, Mr. Tenma... Taro!
Tenma:
Hm?! ...Oh, yes. I look forward to working with you, too.
Apollo:
(Eek! Glad he didn't mind Athena calling him by a completely wrong name!)
Athena:
Apollo, he's just as kind and gentle-looking as I'd imagined!
Apollo:
(Lucky for you, after that blunder you just made...) Um, there was something I wanted to talk to you about. There are rumors going around about how you want to or did set Tenma Taro free.
Tenma:
What utter nonsense!
Apollo:
Yikes!
Tenma:
They always assume the worst of me because of the way I look! But those rumors don't have a shred of truth, I tell you!
Athena:
A little touchy about his appearance, isn't he?
Apollo:
(What he really needs to work on are his people skills...)
Talk
Tenma Taro's revival
Apollo:
Um... So rumor has it that you want to push the merger through... ...in order to release Tenma Taro. Of course, that's just a bunch of baloney, isn't it?
Tenma:
Grrrrrr!
Apollo:
Ack! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry if I offended you!
Tenma:
So, that's the talk around town, is it?!
Apollo:
I can see how that would make you angry.
Tenma:
.........What if Jinxie's schoolmates start teasing her about this?
Apollo:
Huh?
Tenma:
I must break out of here at once! Her tormentors must be taught a lesson!
Apollo:
No, wait! First, we have to get you a not-guilty verdict.
Tenma:
Don't try to stop me! This is about a father's duty to his darling daughter. Hold tight, sweet Jinxie! Daddy's coming to save you!
Apollo:
Relax! We'll look out for your daughter until we can get you free.
Tenma:
Hrmmm... Is that so? You don't need me to... go straighten things out myself?
Apollo:
(Whoo boy... They'd probably call in the SWAT team if he showed up at her school. Oh, right. I ought to ask about the reason behind the merger.)
Why the merger? (appears after "Tenma Taro's revival")
Apollo:
It seems like you were rather forceful in pushing for the municipal merger. Did you really want Nine-Tails Vale that badly?
Tenma:
Yes, well, it's quite an attractive prize in terms of tourism.
Apollo:
(Wait... Am I feeling what I think I'm feeling?)
Tenma:
Sure, I played a bit of hardball, but only when I deemed it necessary.
Apollo:
(I knew it. My bracelet's reacting!)
Athena:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma may not be telling the whole truth.
Athena:
Really? How can you tell?
Apollo:
People invariably tense up when they lie. That's where my bracelet comes in. I can sense when the person I'm talking to is feeling tense... ...because it begins to feel tight on my arm.
Athena:
Noooooo waaaaaay! You can do that?!
Apollo:
Wait, so you believe me? Just like that?
Athena:
Sure. Each of us has our own special gifts.
Apollo:
(Oh yeah. Athena has a gift, too: her special sense of hearing...)
Athena:
Still, what do you think the mayor's lying about?
Apollo:
I don't know, but it's our job to find out. (It's been a while since my bracelet last reacted like this. Let's see if I still remember how to do this... First I touch my bracelet (X)... Right! Now let's give it a whirl!)
Bracelet
Leads to:
"Yes, I remember this feeling of intense concentration!"
Apollo:
Yes, I remember this feeling of intense concentration! The ability to see the smallest twitch, the slightest frown that no one else can see... Now, Mayor Tenma was lying somewhere in that statement he just made. And when he lied, a certain "habit" made itself clear just under his right eye. I just have to shift my viewpoint up and focus on that area! All right, I've got him now. His tic should appear when he's trying to pull the wool over my eyes. I've gotta pour [sic] [recte pore] over every word he says, and wait for his tic to appear. And when it does, I'll "Perceive" (X) it!
Tenma:
Yes, well, it's quite an attractive prize in terms of tourism.
Perceive right eyelid on "in terms of tourism"
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Mr. Mayor, please, you can trust us with the truth."
Apollo:
Mr. Mayor, please, you can trust us with the truth.
Tenma:
The truth? I don't understand.
Apollo:
When you mentioned tourism... ...the bottom of your right eye started twitching.
Tenma:
What nonsense is this?! So what if it did?!
Apollo:
Please, tell us more about your merger bid.
Tenma:
What more is there to tell?
Apollo:
Why were you really seeking to merge with Nine-Tails Vale?
Tenma:
I already told you: tourism. The monster craze really revitalized the village, making it quite the prize.
Apollo:
You really don't trust us, do you?
Tenma:
What are you talking about? The village has been hot property ever since the monster craze started, has it not?
Apollo:
I think you've yet to realize that what you're saying contradicts the facts. You say that the monster craze really revitalized Nine-Tails Vale, so... ...you felt it would be an attractive prize for its tourism. But that would contradict this.
Present Amazing Nine-Tails Glossy
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The monster craze in Nine-Tails Vale is a very recent phenomenon."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Apollo:
This evidence proves you're not being entirely truthful with us. Aaaack! S-Sorry, sorry! I take it all back!
Tenma:
...Oh, forgive me. There was a fly that was driving me crazy.
Apollo:
If that's how he deals with flies, I'd hate to see him when he's really angry.
Tenma:
So, you think I'm not being entirely truthful?
Apollo:
Y-Yes... yes, sir. (This guy is seriously scary!)
Leads back to:
"I think you've yet to realize that what you're saying contradicts the facts."
Apollo:
The monster craze in Nine-Tails Vale is a very recent phenomenon. It was sparked when The Amazing Nine-Tails rose up against the municipal merger. The village was practically a ghost town before then.
Tenma:
Argh!
Apollo:
So, you see, you couldn't have possibly seen it as an attractive prize for its tourism. What's the REAL reason behind your push to merge Tenma Town with Nine-Tails Vale, huh?
Tenma:
W-Well, umm... uhh... Ah... Ah... Arrrrrrrrrgh!
Why the merger? (after perceiving)
Apollo:
Are you ready to tell me the truth now?
Tenma:
Honesly, I never wanted to pursue the merger in the first place. But I had no choice if I wanted to protect my darling little Jinxie.
Apollo:
Protect her from what?
Tenma:
I received a threat. It said either I go through with the merger or my Jinxie dies.
Apollo:
What?!
Athena:
How awful! Who would do such a thing?
Tenma:
I don't know. But whoever blackmailed me must be connected to the murder.
Apollo:
Wait, so you think the blackmailer and the killer could be one and the same?
Tenma:
Alderman Kyubi was immensely popular, so you have to ask, who would want him dead? The blackmailer who wanted the merger at all costs had all the motive in the world.
Athena:
But why go from blackmail to murder?! The merger protests won't disappear just because the alderman was killed.
Apollo:
Ah! (Could it be...!) What if there was another reason for the murder?
Athena:
Like what?
Apollo:
Maybe the blackmailer discovered Alderman Kyubi's secret identity! And his secret identity was a threat to the blackmailer's merger scheme!
Athena:
What do secret identities have to do with anything, Apollo?
Apollo:
(I have evidence revealing the alderman's secret identity. Maybe it's time to use it.)
Present
Crime Photo
Apollo:
Um... this is a photo of the crime scene. You didn't happen to see a yokai there, did you?
Tenma:
...What in the world are you talking about?
Apollo:
Oh, no, I'm not saying I believe in monsters or anything, aha ha ha.
Tenma:
.........
Apollo:
I-I'm sorry!
Tenma:
............... Hrmm...
Apollo:
Heh heh... (Please, somebody let me out of here!) Ummm... so did you see one? You know, like, I don't know, Tenma Taro or... Never mind, just forget it, heh heh!
Tenma:
............Huh... Huh huh... Huh.
Apollo:
(Is he laughing at me, with me, or even laughing at all? It's kinda hard to tell.)
Amazing Nine-Tails Mask (after clearing "Why the merger?" "Talk" option after perceiving)
Leads to:
"Mayor Tenma, please take a look at this if you would."
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma, please take a look at this if you would.
Tenma:
That's...! That's The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask! What is the meaning of this?!
Apollo:
This mask was almost definitely at the crime scene. And there was some white hair inside.
Tenma:
White hair... you say?
Apollo:
There was but one person with white hair in the manor that day.
Tenma:
Wha... What are you saying!?
Apollo:
You know which man I'm talking about, right? I'm talking about Rex Kyubi -- The Amazing Nine-Tails himself!
Athena:
No way!
Tenma:
The alderman was--! Impossible!
Athena:
Wait! Come to think of it, Alderman Kyubi WAS a former pro wrestler! So the blackmailer turned killer when he discovered the alderman's secret identity!
Apollo:
Um, didn't I just say that? But yeah, The Amazing Nine-Tails was a threat to the blackmailer's scheme. He opposed the merger and as a result, single-handedly sparked the monster craze.
Athena:
Even so, what was the mask doing at the crime scene?
Apollo:
There had been an event at the manor... ...and maybe Alderman Kyubi had taken part in it... if you get my drift.
Tenma:
This is absurd!
Apollo:
Mr. Mayor, do you have proof of the threat that was made against you?
Tenma:
Yes, a blackmail letter. Unfortunately, it disappeared after the murder. I'd been carrying it around in my briefcase but now, it's suddenly vanished.
Apollo:
The blackmailer must've taken it with them after they killed the alderman. Well, at least we've clearly established the killer's motive.
Guard:
Mayor Tenma, visiting hours are over.
Tenma:
It would appear this meeting is adjourned.
Athena:
.........Apollo, do you really think the Tenma Taro that Jinxie saw is the killer?
Apollo:
I don't know. All I know is there is no such thing as monsters.
Athena:
What about that newspaper article? Could the killer have purposely freed Tenma Taro to do their dirty work?
Apollo:
Oh, come on! There wasn't any Tenma Taro to release in the first place!
Athena:
Yes, but the only suspects the police have right now are the mayor and a yokai.
Apollo:
(We'll probably be arguing whether there was a yokai involved in court tomorrow.) *sigh* I can already see that look of disbelief on the judge's face.
Athena:
Apollo? Are you all right?
Apollo:
I'm fine! I'm fine! I'll, um... I'll think of something! (I'd better because I can't very well say a flying demon was the killer. At this point, the only thing I know for sure is tomorrow is going to be one doozy of a trial.)
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Apollo:
Nothing of particular interest here.
The Monstrous Turnabout
Image Gallery
Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
April 18, 9:15 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Apollo:
You okay, Athena? You've been really antsy ever since we got here.
Athena:
I-I'm just excited. This IS my first real court case after all!
Apollo:
(Yeaaah, a real ball of excitement she is... I know just what she needs.) ATHENA!!!
Athena:
Eek! Didn't you ever learn about indoor and outdoor voices?
Apollo:
I'm just trying to show you the best way to relieve your pre-trial jitters.
Athena:
By scaring the daylights out of me?
Apollo:
No, I find that shouting "I'm fine!" in a loud voice really relieves stress. It's part of my "Chords of Steel" voice workout, and a must before every trial.
Athena:
Y-You want me to shout? Here?
Apollo:
That's right. Here, I'll go first, then you try. I'm Apollo Justice and I'm fine!!!
Athena:
All right, um... I-I'm Athena Cykes... ...and I'm fine!!! ............Hmm... I think that actually worked!
Apollo:
I thought it might help. Always works for me. And old friend of mine from junior high and I say it all the time.
Athena:
I see... A proven remedy to calm the soul. I like it! Hey, how about we finish off with... ...a race around the courthouse!
Apollo:
The point is to relieve stress, not get totally exhausted!
Phoenix:
What's with all the racket, you two?
Apollo:
Ah, Mr. Wright. Heh heh, just a little voice workout. Hey, what's with the suit?
Phoenix:
Oh, this? I was thinking about getting my attorney's badge back, that's all.
Apollo:
That's all?! That's huge news! ...But why now?
Phoenix:
I have a feeling I'll be needed in the courtroom again sometime soon. But we can talk about that another time.
Apollo:
(No fair. Inquiring minds want to know. But wow... I'm so used to him in his usual laid-back clothes... That suit makes him look like a million dollars.)
Phoenix:
By the way, have you heard about the prosecutor assigned to this case?
Apollo:
Yeah, he's serving time, but before that, he was a prosecutor. He also uses psychology...?
Phoenix:
That's right. I've heard the rumors about how he was back before his conviction. Using the power of suggestion, he could make even the most stalwart defendants confess.
Apollo:
(Psychology in the courtroom. Been hearing a lot about that lately.) So, he must be a pretty scary guy, considering he's a prison inmate and all.
Phoenix:
So they say. They also say he'll cut you down if you talk too much.
Apollo:
Ack! I knew he was gonna be bad news!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha, it's probably just hyperbole, at least I hope for your sake.
Apollo:
Wait, so is it true or not?
Phoenix:
Let's just say you should be concise and choose your words carefully. ...if you'd like to keep that head of yours attached to the rest of your body, that is.
Apollo:
Yikes! (Better tone down my Chords of Steel, too.)
Phoenix:
So, are you all ready? It might be a good idea to check the Court Record again before stepping into the ring.
Apollo:
...Right, Mr. Wright! B-But I'm fine!
Phoenix:
I'll be watching from the gallery. Good luck!
Apollo:
Thanks!
Athena:
Okay, let's do this!
Apollo:
(The odds of pulling this off are ridiculously low, but that's nothing new. Believe in our client. Seek the truth. That's all we can do. Hang in there, Mayor Tenma, here comes Justice!)
April 18, 9:30 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 4
Day 1Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Damian Tenma.
Apollo:
Apollo Justice, defense team leader, is ready, Your Honor!
Judge:
I'd know that big, booming voice anywhere. As chipper as ever, eh, Mr. Justice? But who is the young lady next to you?
Athena:
I'm Athena Cykes, Mr. Justice's junior partner, and fresh out of law school!
Judge:
Well, now, full of beans, too, eh? Excellent! Makes an old man feel young again. Now for the prosecution. Hmm... It appears the prosecution is not ready yet.
Fulbright:
Never fear, for I shall explain! It's just a minor procedural complication, Your Honor. The prosecutor for this case is being escorted from prison as we speak.
Judge:
Prison? Oh, yes, of course. I almost forgot that he is currently serving time.
Anime cutscene
Officer:
Yup, Prosecutor Blackquill's an inmate. But even a convicted murderer's still got a job to do and duties to perform.
???:
.........
Apollo:
Um... who's that with his back to us over there?
Athena:
That's him. I'm sure of it. ...Prosecutor Blackquill.
Judge:
*ahem* Is the prosecution ready?
Blackquill:
...............Hmph. ......Enough jabbering. Get on with it, already.
Judge:
Aah! Of course, forgive me!
Apollo:
(Urngh! Why are all the people related to this case so scary?!)
Judge:
Very well, Prosecutor Blackquill. Your opening statement if you please. Aah! Wh-What's the matter?!
Blackquill:
......Must we continue to fritter away time like this? It is all right there in the indictment. An opening statement... would be pointless.
Judge:
Pointless? Oh, um... well...
Apollo:
Looks like the cat -- or in this case, the prosecutor -- has the judge's tongue.
Judge:
But, but... we need an opening statement as an overview of the case at hand.
Blackquill:
Hmph. Well, then, Your Baldness, if it's so very important, why don't you do the honors?
Judge:
Who?! Me?!
Blackquill:
There's a term for people who whine and fuss about how they need silly, useless things... ...and then decide they no longer want them once it's theirs: a selfish old fool.
Judge:
Huh?!
Athena:
Wait, was that the prosecution's opening statement?
Blackquill:
Hmph. Old dotards such as you are a plague upon the young. I pity your poor grandchildren, or is it great grandchildren?
Judge:
! All these years, I thought the opening statement was the prosecutor's job... ...but I suppose I could give it try. [sic] Might be a nice change of pace.
Apollo:
What?! (He actually fell for that?!)
Athena:
That must've been the power of suggestion Mr. Wright was talking about.
Judge:
*ahem* The opening statement, huh... Hmm... Let's see here... The victim was one Rex Kyubi, alderman of Nine-Tails Vale. And the defendant, Damian Tenma, mayor of Tenma Town, is accused of his murder.
Blackquill:
...And why, pray tell, was the mayor arrested?
Judge:
His prints were on the murder weapon. Plus, he had a motive: the elimination of the biggest roadblock to the municipal merger. The caretaker and the secretary, other potential suspects, both have alibis. And his daughter, who was also in the vicinity at the time of the incident, has no motive.
Blackquill:
So, in a nutshell...?
Judge:
I'd have to say the charges against the defendant are incontrovertible.
Blackquill:
Bravo, Your Baldness. Your years of experience shine bright like your head.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. Flattery will get you everywhere.
Athena:
He's playing Simon Says with the judge!
Judge:
Moving right along now, let's hear from our first witness for today, Detective Fulbright.
Judge:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Fulbright:
I am the detective assigned to this case, Bobby Fulbright! Oh, and I'll also be keeping tabs on old Blackquill here.
Judge:
I also heard you would provide protection if it ever came to that.
Blackquill:
............Hmph. It would seem that I have been sorely underestimated.
Apollo:
(Wait, who's protecting who from what?)
Fulbright:
Still, I truly believe anyone can turn their life around, even ol' Blackquill here.
Blackquill:
Fool Bright! Save your platitudes for funerals. Get on with your statement.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! That's the spirit! Justice must be swift and true. I see it in your eyes! There IS hope for your rehabilitation and return to society! I will never give up on you!
Athena:
Prosecutor Blackquill doesn't seem to intimidate Detective Fulbright.
Apollo:
Well, you know what they say: ignorance is bliss.
Athena:
Oh, so that's why Detective Fulbright was assigned to Blackquill. He's so oblivious!
Judge:
Now, let's have your first statement, Detective Fulbright.
Fulbright:
You got it! But first, I'd like to say to the defense that justice will ultimately prevail!
Witness Testimony
-- About the Murder --
Fulbright:
Alderman Kyubi was murdered with a spear that had been on the wall.
The fingerprints of the defendant, Damian Tenma, were found on the murder weapon.
At the time, Alderman Kyubi was asleep from a drug he unwittingly ingested.
Mayor Tenma attacked his helpless victim, impaling him like a human shish kebob!
But the sudden pain jolted the victim awake, and he grabbed a statue and struck back!
Apollo:
Alderman Kyubi had been slipped some kind of sleep-inducing drug?
Fulbright:
That's right. The accused was scared because the alderman was a former pro wrestler. So he slipped him a drug to make sure he'd be out cold and defenseless! Here's the autopsy report to prove it!
Kyubi's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
And the victim managed to attack his attacker, despite being impaled by a spear?! That sounds almost superhuman. Is it even possible?
Fulbright:
Well, he WAS a former pro wrestler, after all! That spear was probably nothing more than a mosquito bite to him!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Not so fast! Don't try to brush it all off by saying the alderman had been a pro wrestler. Do you really expect us to believe he could fight back after being skewered by a spear?
Blackquill:
Hmph. Never heard of the incredible feats of which man is capable of in a pinch, have you? Like the samurai of yore, wrestlers can battle through intense pain. It sharpens their senses. I used to talk about it with a former wrestler I met in the clink.
Apollo:
I dunno... It still sounds a little far-fetched.
Blackquill:
Does it now? ......Then perhaps we should test the theory on you with the edge of my blade!
Apollo:
(I didn't sign up for this!)
Blackquill:
............Hmph. And so your life is spared... for now.
Apollo:
(Please let those shackles be made of titanium... I don't want to die.)
Fulbright:
Ha ha! My investigations are as thorough as they are foolproof, or my name isn't Fulbright! I vow to resign immediately if I ever make a false arrest!
Blackquill:
The accused's prints were on the weapon. And he's the one person without an alibi. Quite decisive evidence. Wouldn't you agree, Your Baldness?
Judge:
Hmm... The defendant IS sounding guiltier by the minute.
Apollo:
(He has the judge leaning toward a guilty verdict, and the trial's just barely begun!)
Blackquill:
Hmph. What's more, a curious rumor about the accused is making the rounds. They say he seeks the merger for the purpose of freeing Tenma Taro from his imprisonment. Truth be told, I can think of no real reason to show interest in that backwards burg. Perhaps he's a complete nutter and really does seek to release an imaginary demon. Either way, he is raving mad and more than capable of murdering the alderman.
Man:
That mayor is a strange one, all right. I heard he went to a blood drive, but instead of donating, he tried to make a withdrawal!
Judge:
Order! There will be no gossiping in my court!
Blackquill:
Your Baldness. Please take a gander at those charms plastered around his cranium. I hear they're meant to keep him safe from possession by the demon Tenma Taro. Then again... Perhaps he's already under the demon's spell. Behold! The lunatic appears poised to lunge at you at any moment.
Judge:
Eeeep!
Athena:
Athena:
The rumors and quirks of Mayor Tenma have no relevance to this case! Besides, those charms on his head... they're... they're just a fashion statement! ...I think.
Judge:
Hmm... Come to think of it, such things don't seem relevant to the case, do they?
Athena:
The prosecution will refrain from dragging our client's reputation through the mud!
Blackquill:
Oh, what a dreadfully fearsome lass we have here.
Apollo:
Whew, thanks for that lifeline, Athena.
Athena:
Careful, Apollo. He has the judge dancing in the palm of his hand! The power of suggestion is one of the more powerful tools in Simon Blackquill's arsenal. He's trying to manipulate everyone's impressions to suit his objectives.
Apollo:
(This guy really is bad news.)
Judge:
In any case, it seems the victim did manage to defend himself, despite being impaled. What sort of weapon did he used against his attacker?
Fulbright:
None other than this statue right here!
Judge:
It appears to be a statue of two strange creatures locked in battle.
Blackquill:
Two yokai to be exact. On one side is the Nine-Tailed Fox and on the other Tenma Taro. Quite interesting if you think about it. It's as though this very case were rendered in art.
Apollo:
Fox and Demon Statue updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you may proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- About the Murder --
Fulbright:
Alderman Kyubi was murdered with a spear that had been on the wall.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, those weapons on the wall of the Fox Chamber... I presume those are real? Don't you think keeping real weapons around like that is rather dangerous?
Fulbright:
No matter what he collected, the alderman insisted it be the real deal. For instance, he had a real demon's club in his possession. Apparently, one of his ancestors claimed it after defeating a demon in battle.
Apollo:
Wha--?! (That's got to be an old wives' tale.)
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! The alderman had pure, unadulterated justice flowing in his veins! Whatever he did, he did it right! We've... lost a real champion of justice in his death!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Nothing but claptrap and balderdash if you ask me. Now stop your bleating and tell us about the weapon.
Fulbright:
Your wish is my command!
Fulbright:
The fingerprints of the defendant, Damian Tenma, were found on the murder weapon.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
It doesn't make sense, if you think about it. Prints could be easily wiped off.
Fulbright:
Hm. You do have a point there.
Blackquill:
I'd venture to say, he did NOT wipe off the prints because he COULD not.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Blackquill:
.........
Athena:
Looks like he wants YOU to figure it out. Well, don't just stand there! Show him who's boss!
Apollo:
(I'm... totally lost... so why don't you just tell me the answer already?!)
Athena:
I don't think he saw that plea for help.
Fulbright:
You feeling all right, kid? Running a fever, perhaps?
Apollo:
(I wish trials came with a reset button.)
Judge:
Well, the specifics may yet come to light. Please proceed, Detective Fulbright.
Fulbright:
At the time, Alderman Kyubi was asleep from a drug he unwittingly ingested.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Come to think of it, a coffee cup was found on the floor. Was the sedative in his coffee...?
Fulbright:
Bingo! We found traces of a sleeping agent all over the inside of the cup!
Blackquill:
And that is why he was out cold. That is until he leapt to his feet upon being impaled by the mayor.
Apollo:
What an awful way to wake up.
Blackquill:
Heh. A rather stimulating eye opener if you ask me. I, too, would have risen to the attack, for to die in battle is the samurai way. Paradise awaits fallen heroes, but that hole in his stomach would make eating a challenge...
Fulbright:
Prosecutor Blackquill, please! Those morbid jokes of yours have no place in this court!
Blackquill:
............Hmph. Says the jester in detective's guise.
Fulbright:
Moving right along...!
Fulbright:
Mayor Tenma attacked his helpless victim, impaling him like a human shish kebob!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, the alderman was drugged because he was really strong?
Fulbright:
Did you see those rock hard muscles of his? I'm surprised the spear even managed to pierce that armor-like musculature! I admit, I'm completely jealous of that righteous body of his, ha ha ha!
Apollo:
Well, he did look pretty buff, even in that suit he had on.
Blackquill:
Quite a difference when compared with a yellowbelly like you.
Apollo:
Yellowbelly? Who even says that anymore?
Athena:
Yeah, and the color's all wrong, too......... Ooh, I know! How about a squishy red tomato!
Apollo:
I move to strike both of your comments from the record!
Judge:
Mr. Justice's character is not the issue here. Now, let's get back to what happened after the far more muscular alderman was impaled.
Fulbright:
Yes, well, your average person would likely have died on the spot.
Fulbright:
But the sudden pain jolted the victim awake, and he grabbed a statue and struck back!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Could he really have attacked his attacker after being impaled with that huge spear?
Fulbright:
Absolutely! After all, he was once a pro wrestler. The injustice of being drugged, then speared was answered with a righteous counterattack!
Apollo:
But does being a former pro wrestler make him superhuman?
Fulbright:
Absolutely! After all, he was one of the good guys, like a superhero on the side of justice. Even though he was retired, he could still don his superhero guise in times of need!
Apollo:
Apollo:
You need to lay off the comic books, detective! We're talking about real life here.
Blackquill:
Setting aside the halfwit's flights of fancy, the fact is this. The court-ordered post mortem concluded the victim moved after his skewering.
Apollo:
(So, he found the strength somehow to attack his attacker, huh?)
Present Fox and Demon Statue
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Did the alderman really strike the mayor?"
Athena:
Detective Fulbright's testimony sounds airtight. No wonder he's so confident.
Apollo:
No, he only thinks it's airtight. It's up to us to poke some holes in it. That part about the alderman fighting back sounds like a big hole waiting to be poked.
Apollo:
Did the alderman really strike the mayor?
Fulbright:
What?! Are you questioning my sense of justice?!
Apollo:
Your so-called "justice" need to find itself a pair of legs to stand on. You claim the alderman struck back after the mayor put a spear through him. But the statue he supposedly used to defend himself creates a major hole in your theory.
Judge:
It would appear that the defense has a counter-argument. Very well, let's hear what the defense thinks is odd about the detective's statue theory.
Kyubi fought unarmed
Apollo:
Well, the alderman was a former pro wrestler, so why would he even use it as a weapon? He could've defended himself with his bare hands! I mean, that's what pro wrestlers do!
Blackquill:
Hmph. You've a lot of nerve... ...but will you raise an objection in the face of swift punishment as solicitors are wont to do?
Apollo:
Um... Well... Not if I deserve it...?
Judge:
And you do! The defense will look before they leap next time! Is that understood?
Apollo:
Sorry, Your Honor! Can I try that again?
Leads back to:
"Very well, let's hear what the defense thinks is odd about the detective's statue theory."
There are no fingerprints
Leads to:
"There are no fingerprints on this supposedly crucial piece of evidence."
It's not broken
Apollo:
If the statue really was used as a weapon, why are there no signs of breakage?
Athena:
Um, Apollo? When was the last time you had your eyes examined? The statue is clearly broken. See the area around their hands?
Apollo:
Ah! Eh heh heh, guess I missed that.
Judge:
I'm afraid I can't let that one slide without a penalty.
Apollo:
Please, let me try that again! (Detective Fulbright claims that the alderman used the statue to attack the mayor. But there's a hole in his theory!)
Leads back to:
"Very well, let's hear what the defense thinks is odd about the detective's statue theory."
Apollo:
There are no fingerprints on this supposedly crucial piece of evidence. And if you look at the crime scene photo... ...you'll notice that the alderman isn't wearing gloves.
Judge:
Yes, I believe he is quite gloveless indeed.
Apollo:
If he touched the statue with his bare hands, he should've left some fingerprints! Detective Fulbright, you DID take that into account during your investigation, didn't you?
Fulbright:
Arrrrrrgh! This can't be happening! D-D-Did I arrest the wrong maaaaan?!
Athena:
You did it, Apollo! You knocked Detective Fulbright off his high horse!
Apollo:
Well, it's just one point in our favor.
Athena:
Who do you suppose clubbed the mayor if it wasn't the alderman?
Apollo:
Hmm... Well, if it wasn't the alderman... ...that means someone else must've clubbed the mayor.
Athena:
You mean there was a third party there in the Fox Chamber?
Apollo:
Exactly! And this could be the big break we've been looking for!
Judge:
Hmm... There does seem to be a hole in the prosecution's argument. Prosecutor Blackquill, would you care to respond to the defense's assertion?
Blackquill:
Hmph.
Apollo:
(The least you could do is look at me while being dismissive.)
Blackquill:
Your mind is as dull as an unhoned blade, Justice-dono.
Apollo:
Justice... dono? (He's been watching too many samurai flicks.)
Blackquill:
It will take far more than that to cut down Simon Blackquill. A whelp such as you has no hope against my superior swordsmanship.
Apollo:
This is a trial, not a swordfight, Prosecutor Blackquill!
Blackquill:
Hmph. There is a perfectly good explanation for the lack of prints on the statue. You might recall that bloodstained cloth found at the scene of the crime. Well, it just so happens... that the blood was the mayor's.
Apollo:
So, um... what are you getting at?
Blackquill:
Hone your mind, boy! Why was there blood on that cloth? Solve that riddle and you shall see that the hole you thought you found is but an illusion.
Apollo:
Now let's see... How was that cloth used...? Was it used...
By Kyubi as a head covering
Apollo:
The alderman was probably wearing it over his head.
Athena:
Wha--?!
Blackquill:
Do you truly think the alderman would show up to a meeting over the fate of his village... ...wearing this ridiculous-looking cloth over his head?
Apollo:
Sure. They had a festival that day, didn't they? Who's to say he didn't party a little too hard and just forgot to take it off?!
Blackquill:
...............
Judge:
...............
Apollo:
Okay, fine. So maybe he didn't do that... Can I try one more time?
Leads back to:
"Now let's see... How was that cloth used...? Was it used..."
To wipe up blood
Apollo:
Maybe the cloth was used to wipe as much of the mayor's blood as possible off the statue. And in the process, the culprit inadvertently erased the alderman's fingerprints as well.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
But the mayor did not bother to wipe away his own fingerprints on the murder weapon. Why would he wipe down one weapon but not the other? Careful, now. Use what little brains you have left before you speak.
Apollo:
Gimme a do-over on that one! Please!
Leads back to:
"Now let's see... How was that cloth used...? Was it used..."
To wrap the statue
Leads to:
"Maybe the alderman wrapped the statue in the cloth."
Apollo:
Maybe the alderman wrapped the statue in the cloth. In short, he wasn't touching the statue directly when he used it to strike back at the mayor. Ah!
Blackquill:
...Precisely. Bully for you, boy.
Apollo:
Aw, it was nothing.
Athena:
Apollo, don't let him start manipulating you, too! You just closed the hole for the prosecution!
Apollo:
I did? ............Ack, I did!
Blackquill:
Right. That a statue wrapped in cloth would leave no fingerprints is as plain as day. But this also proves there are no holes in our theory of the alderman striking back.
Apollo:
.........Oops. Arrrrrrrrrgh!
Fox and Demon Statue updated in the Court Record.
Blackquill:
Now do you see how dull your mind is?
Apollo:
I'll make sure to sharpen it next time.
Blackquill:
A particularly frightening inmate once told me that... ...he always tenderly honed his blades before he went to work, like the samurai of yore.
Judge:
Samurai? Sounds more like a homicidal maniac to me!
Blackquill:
Actually, he was working in the prison kitchen at the time.
Apollo:
(Wait, so the inmate was a murdering samurai prison chef?)
Judge:
Hmm... It would seem that the victim and his killer were the only ones there after all.
Apollo:
(I was kinda attached to that hole... Now what?)
Athena:
Apollo, I just thought of something. If they didn't find anyone's fingerprints on the statue... ...who's to say someone other than the alderman didn't hit the mayor with it?
Apollo:
Why didn't I think of that! Anybody could've NOT left prints on it!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Then who, pray tell, struck the mayor with the statue? Please, illuminate us with your wisdom, young lady.
Athena:
There's only one answer -- the real killer!
Blackquill:
Prove the existence of this "real killer" then. What evidence have you?
Athena:
Oh, I'll give you evidence, all right!
Apollo:
Athena, are sure [sic] about this?
Athena:
To borrow your words, Apollo, I'm fine! Take a look at this! Black feathers and tracks, allegedly from a yokai, were found at the scene. I believe they're from the third party who struck the mayor with the statue.
Judge:
Is the defense actually suggesting some sort of monster killed that alderman?!
Athena:
That's exactly what I'm suggesting!
Apollo:
Apollo:
No, Athena! You just lost what little credibility we had left!
Athena:
.........Aah! Sorry, sorry! Guess I got carried away.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, we've no time to deal with objections between members of the defense.
Apollo:
Sorry, Your Honor. It's just, this kid's still, well, a kid...
Athena:
Ouch... You meanie! I'm reporting this to Mr. Wright!
Judge:
So, is this court to believe the feathers and tracks are from a "yokai" as you put it?
Apollo:
Uhh, no, Your Honor. I believe they are a fabrication. The real killer wanted us to believe some sort of monster murdered the alderman.
Judge:
Hmm, interesting. And why do you suppose the killer would do that?
Apollo:
Umm.... Why, indeed?
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you seem as new to this as your partner is.
Apollo:
Ouch... (This, I'm not reporting to Mr. Wright...)
Blackquill:
Hoy, Fool Bright, explain to His Baldness what these brats are missing. You know, the who and why behind those feathers and tracks.
Apollo:
Wha--?! (You mean you can explain all that?!)
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Our investigative prowess is without equal!
Apollo:
(I'm starting to think I chose the wrong profession.)
Judge:
Very well, let's hear about these so-called yokai feathers and tracks.
Witness Testimony
-- Feathers and Tracks --
Fulbright:
This entire case centers on one man's attempt to crush opposition to the municipal merger!
Mayor Tenma panicked when The Amazing Nine-Tails helped embolden the protestors.
So he stoked the villagers' fears by fabricating a monster!
The strange feathers and tracks he planted made it look like a yokai was the killer.
Apollo:
Those feathers and tracks stoked the villager's [sic] fears?
Fulbright:
Absolutely! He knew exactly how to prey on their superstitious minds.
Blackquill:
Those feathers only gave weight to the idea that the alderman was slain by a demon. The accursed demon Tenma Taro, that is.
Judge:
Tenma who?
Blackquill:
Tenma Taro -- the legendary demon locked away in the village's Forbidden Chamber. From a young age, the villagers are taught to fear the great, black-feathered demon. And thus were they blinded to other, more plausible explanations.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Hold on for a second. Before we start letting our imaginations run wild... Isn't there someone else that could be considered a suspect?
Judge:
Mr. Justice, please explain yourself.
Apollo:
On the day of the incident, there was a special event held at Kyubi Manor. And as part of this event, there was someone dressed in the likeness of Tenma Taro. Obviously this person is a much more likely suspect than any legendary demon!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Dullard. You are playing right into the killer's mind games.
Apollo:
What?
Blackquill:
Listen here. The feathers and tracks were merely red herrings. The villagers believe the murder to be the work of the real Tenma Taro. However, the police believe that the person in the Tenma Taro suit is the killer.
Apollo:
Ahh!
Blackquill:
The defendant sought to sow this confusion in order to deflect blame away from himself. However, he was knocked unconscious by the alderman... ...and thus our mentally deficient mayor was caught red-handed at the scene of the crime.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Do you honestly believe Mayor Tenma would do something so stupid?!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
The evidence speaks for itself. ...Fool Bright!
Fulbright:
Right. It was the mayor's last-ditch effort to stop the opposition before things got crazy. The Amazing Nine-Tails was fueling both the yokai craze and the anti-merger movement. Plus, he's one of the better-known masked wrestlers, and the hometown favorite. That's why the mayor panicked and set out on the path of injustice.
Judge:
But do the people of Nine-Tails Vale really believe a yokai is behind the crime?
Fulbright:
Yokai sightings are an everyday event there, so I wouldn't be surprised if they did.
Judge:
Hmm... I must say... A crime that preys upon innocent, impressionable minds.
Blackquill:
Just so. A particularly silver-tongued inmate once had the following words for me. The innocent of heart are the easiest prey.
Judge:
You don't say? Was this inmate a con artist?
Blackquill:
.........No. He was framed for the murder of his beloved. I actually felt sorry for the poor chap.
Apollo:
(Wait, so he wasn't the predator, but rather the prey?)
Judge:
Yes, well... Now then, the defense may proceed with their cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Feathers and Tracks --
Fulbright:
This entire case centers on one man's attempt to crush opposition to the municipal merger!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Detective Fulbright, is the anti-merger movement really that strong?
Fulbright:
Oh, absolutely! They parade around in yokai costumes shouting, "Down with Mayor Tenma!" And just the other day, they stormed Tenma City Hall, claiming it was a den of vipers!
Blackquill:
Hmph. But when the accused showed his face... ...the angry mob scattered like leaves upon an autumn wind. For you see, lowly yokai are no match for Tenma Taro, the Dark Lord of their kind.
Athena:
Wait, are the villagers scared of Mayor Tenma or Tenma Taro? I'm confused.
Apollo:
I think he means Mayor Tenma. It's easy to get the wrong impression about the guy.
Judge:
Detective Fulbright, why do you suppose the defendant would commit such an act?
Fulbright:
Mayor Tenma panicked when The Amazing Nine-Tails helped embolden the protestors.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
The Amazing Nine-Tails... No one knows his true identity, right?
Fulbright:
That's right. And he was a lone wolf, or in other words, he didn't belong to a wrestling federation. He appeared like a shooting star, defeating one Tenma Town wrestler after another. And before anyone knew it, he was a champion!
Blackquill:
Like the samurai of yore, surrounded thick with enemies, he cut them down one by one. It was a complete and utter loss of face for Tenma Town Pro Wrestling.
Fulbright:
He was amazing! If ever there was a real superhero, it would be him! I dream of becoming a true champion of justice like him someday!
Athena:
I bet Detective Fulbright would be a great pro wrestler. He could even team up with Prosecutor Blackquill.
Apollo:
A police detective and a prisoner in chains? .........You know, I think people would actually pay to see that. I know I would.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha. So you DO understand the greatness that is The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Fulbright:
So he stoked the villagers' fears by fabricating a monster!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Did the murder and yokai evidence really stoke the villagers' fears?
Fulbright:
Absolutely! It had an immediate effect! The presumed return of the dreaded Tenma Taro has them shaking in their boots!
Judge:
Oh my, is it really that bad?!
Blackquill:
Hmph, that superstitious lot? It's as if Jack the Ripper had been set loose in their village. The mere thought of that demon lurking about is enough to spark a mass exodus.
Judge:
I see... That's a very persuasive argument.
Apollo:
(The mere thought of His Honor buying into Simon the Psycho-Slasher's words... ...makes me want to spark my own exodus out of the courtroom right about now.)
Fulbright:
So you see, there can be only one reason why anyone would plant those feathers and tracks!
Fulbright:
The strange feathers and tracks he planted made it look like a yokai was the killer.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
...But it doesn't add up. If what you say is true, why top it off with murder?
Fulbright:
Hm? What do you mean?
Apollo:
You claim that our client planted the yokai evidence to stoke the villagers' fears. If so, then why not stop there? Why murder Alderman Kyubi?
Judge:
Hmm... Excellent point.
Apollo:
It is, isn't it! So, Your Honor agrees there was no reason for the murder, correct?!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Perhaps the killing was spur of the moment.
Apollo:
You're saying it wasn't premeditated?
Blackquill:
From the outset, I had no intention of paying heed to any of your babble. However, the fact is, the mayor made a startling discovery.
Apollo:
A startling discovery? (Why don't I like the sound of that?)
Blackquill:
Alderman Kyubi's secret identity.
Athena:
Apollo... I think Prosecutor Blackquill has figured out the alderman's secret identity. But even if he has, why would it be a motive for the mayor to commit murder?
Apollo:
(...This is not good!)
Blackquill:
This patch of fur was discovered at the crime scene. It's from the mask worn by The Amazing Nine-Tails. Therefore, we can conclude that this mask was at the crime scene.
Judge:
Oh, my. But why would it have been there?
Blackquill:
The victim was a former pro wrestler and a member of the anti-merger movement. ...Need I say more?
Judge:
Well, um............ Ah! C-Could it really be?!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Your Baldness has had an epiphany I see. Our victim, Rex Kyubi, was The Amazing Nine-Tails! And the mayor's discovery of such was his motive for murder!
Apollo:
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order!!! What a shocking development. A motive clearer than crystal clear!
Athena:
What do we do now, Apollo?!
Apollo:
I didn't think they'd tie the alderman's secret identity to the mayor's motive for murder!
Blackquill:
At last we've reached my real point: why did the alderman have to forge a secret identity? Does it not pique your interest, Your Baldness?
Judge:
I admit it does... It IS odd that he had to create this other persona... ...just to secretly participate in the anti-merger movement.
Blackquill:
Very astute of you, Your Baldness.
Fulbright:
Right, now take a look at this! If you value your dearest's life, you will merge Nine-Tails Vale with Tenma Town. This blackmail letter was found in Alderman Kyubi's pocket!
Apollo:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaat!!!
Blackquill:
At present, the alderman's wife is in the hospital. And that letter is clear evidence the mayor was blackmailing him by threatening her life.
Athena:
Wait, didn't the blackmail letter sent to Mayor Tenma go missing... ...right after the alderman's murder?
Apollo:
You think maybe the killer took the letter from the mayor after the murder... ...and planted it into the alderman's pocket?
Athena:
It's possible... but we don't have any proof that that's what happened.
Apollo:
(Talk about being up the creek without a paddle...)
Blackmail Letter added to the Court Record.
Fulbright:
Mayor Tenma would've made a clean getaway if he'd just left after planting the yokai things. But he was knocked out cold by his sudden decision to kill The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Judge:
So, it was The Amazing Nine-Tails's counterattack that brought the entire crime to light.
Apollo:
Wait a sec... (Fulbright's claiming that the mayor killed the alderman after planting the yokai evidence. And that the mayor was knocked out cold immediately after that?) Detective Fulbright, please add your previous statement to your testimony!
Add statement:
"Mayor Tenma killed the sleeping alderman after planting the feathers and tracks."
Press (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, you're saying our client hadn't planned on killing the alderman?
Fulbright:
That's right. The motive only came after he discovered the alderman's secret identity!
Apollo:
W-Well, I guess that does make sense.
Athena:
What do we do now, Apollo?!
Apollo:
I didn't think they'd tie the alderman's secret identity to the mayor's motive for murder.
Fulbright:
Let's get on with the testimony, shall we!
Fulbright:
Mayor Tenma killed the sleeping alderman after planting the feathers and tracks.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So let me get this straight. You believe the mayor planted the yokai evidence before the murder, not after?
Fulbright:
Absolutely! And then he was knocked out cold by the alderman's last punch! He wouldn't have had a chance to plant the evidence after that!
Apollo:
(Hmm... Something's not right here.)
Present Crime Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Detective Fulbright, your sense of justice is anything but fair!"
Apollo:
(Hard to believe that a stiff, humorless man like the mayor could be behind such a stunt.)
Athena:
Argh... We have to do something, Apollo, before they pin it all on the mayor!
Apollo:
Then we're going to need to prove that Mayor Tenma didn't plant that yokai stuff.
Athena:
How are we supposed to do that?
Apollo:
Detective Fulbright, your sense of justice is anything but fair!
Fulbright:
What's this?! You are question my justice again?!
Apollo:
Yes, and I'm going to prove it to you. Take a look at this photo.
Judge:
This... is the crime scene photo. And just what does this prove?
Apollo:
It proves when the feathers and tracks were planted.
Fulbright:
But I already told you, they were planted before the murder! The defendant planted the yokai evidence, then was knocked out cold while killing his victim!
Apollo:
But that would be impossible. If you look right here, it's clear when the feathers and tracks were left at the scene.
Present tracks
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Aren't you just pointing to the yokai feathers and tracks, Mr. Justice?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
There's clearly something wrong... right around here.
Judge:
The only thing clear to me is that the defense is barking up the wrong tree.
Blackquill:
Hmph. Really up a tree now, aren't we?
Judge:
Yes, and a stiff penalty should help you learn that correct assertions don't grow on them.
Apollo:
Ugh... I wonder if bandages do... (There is clearly something wrong with the assertion that... ...the feathers and tracks were there before the murder.)
Leads back to:
"If you look right here, it's clear when the feathers and tracks were left at the scene."
Judge:
Aren't you just pointing to the yokai feathers and tracks, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Yes. See how the feathers are on top of the blood, and the tracks were made in blood? In other words, the yokai evidence could've only resulted AFTER the murder.
Fulbright:
Th-Then the mayor must've planted the evidence after killing the alderman!
Apollo:
But you said it yourself, the mayor had been knocked unconscious thereafter. There would've been no time for him to plant any evidence at all! Therefore! There must've been someone else besides the mayor and the alderman at the crime scene!
Fulbright:
Arrrrrrgh! There must be some mistake!
Judge:
Order! Order!!!
Fulbright:
Wh-Where's your evidence?! You can't possibly have any, can you?! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
Evidence? Oh, I have evidence. In fact, I have an eye-witness's testimony for you.
Fulbright:
You do?! But hooooow?! Was my vaunted sense of justice really just half-baked?
Athena:
He's taking this really hard.
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Justice. What is this testimony regarding a third party that you claim to have?
Apollo:
I have it right here, Your Honor. It's the sworn testimony of Mr. Tenma's daughter. The witness, Jinxie Tenma, saw a yokai in the hallway after stumbling upon the scene. It was the demon Tenma Taro... He's the source of those feathers and tracks!
Judge:
.........
Blackquill:
.........
Fulbright:
.........
.........
Apollo:
.........Will somebody please say something?
Judge:
...The defense will explain to the court exactly what he means.
Fulbright:
You... You dare to mock this court and justice itself?! You're unfit to bear your name, boy!
Blackquill:
You Baldness, it appears our defense attorney here is delirious from exhaustion.
Athena:
Athena:
Apollo! Think of something, quick, before you're held in contempt of court!
Apollo:
What do you think I'm trying to do?! Before you decide whether I should step down, please... hear me out...?
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice, I'm all ears. But you had better explain yourself well. What was this yokai you were talking about?
Apollo:
It's all in this statement here -- Jinxie Tenma asserts that she saw Tenma Taro. After she discovered the crime scene and called the police... ...she came around a corner in the hall. It was around here... ...that she saw Tenma Taro fleeing toward the foyer! The defense asserts that whoever was impersonating this monster... ...is the one who left those feathers and tracks behind, intentionally or otherwise!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaat?!
Fulbright:
How incredibly unjust! Why haven't I heard about this before?!
Man:
The defense just proved there was someone else!
Woman:
So the mayor isn't the killer?
Man:
Was it all just a set up? The prosecutor IS a convicted felon, after all.
Athena:
Apollo! The momentum has shifted in our favor!
Apollo:
Good. Now let's keep it that way!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
............Hmph. Little do you realize... ...that though you are in the midst of a fray, your sword is broken.
Apollo:
My sword? (I didn't know I had one to break.) Are you implying there's a problem with my claim?
Blackquill:
Consider this: if that yokai impersonator had indeed fled toward the foyer... ...that fool and that fop would have seen him.
Apollo:
Fool and fop? Oh, you mean Filch and L'Belle. Hmm, now that you mention it...
Blackquill:
Both Phineas Filch and Florent L'Belle were in the foyer at the time. But they haven't stated that they saw a yokai, have they? Did you ever consider that yokai was but a figment of a scared little girl's imagination?
Apollo:
Argh. Why DIDN'T those two see the Tenma Taro impersonator pass by?
Athena:
Why don't we ask them ourselves?
Apollo:
I was just about to say that myself. No, really, I was! The defense would like to call Mr. Phineas Filch, caretaker of Kyubi Manor to the stand! I just know he must have seen something!
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose we can't ignore the fact that the little girl believes she saw a monster. I trust you have no objections to Mr. Justice's request, Prosecutor Blackquill? I understand that Mr. Filch is enjoying a nap out in the lobby.
Blackquill:
Hmph. I knew that tanuki was a rare find. But when we captured him, I didn't think he'd end up a witness. Do with him as you will.
Apollo:
(D-Did he just say captured? No, wait. I don't want to know.)
Judge:
Very well, then. Bailiff, please go wake Mr. Filch and escort him to the witness stand.
Judge:
Will the witness state his name and occupation, please.
Filch:
The name's Filch, Phineas Filch, caretaker of Kyubi Manor. Oh, and... This is for you, Your Lordship. Just a little something I though ya might like.
Judge:
Oh, my, what a fabulous pair of shoes! And "Your Honor" will do just fine, Mr. Filch.
Apollo:
...Ah! It's those shoes again!
Athena:
Um... Don't they belong to Detective Fulbright?
Apollo:
Don't tell me Filch stole them again.
Filch:
They're all yours, Your Honorship, sir.
Judge:
What?! But they seem awfully expensive.
Filch:
Yep, too expensive for me, but I reckon they'd be perfect for someone like Your Honorship.
Judge:
Hmm... It's a kind gesture, but legal ethics dictate I can't accept such gifts.
Filch:
Aw, ethics smethics. Just take 'em if ya want 'em. Polished 'em up real nice for ya, too.
Judge:
I'm sorry about the shoes, Mr. Filch, but I WILL accept your testimony. The court would like to hear whether you saw Tenma Taro in the foyer after the murder.
Witness Testimony
-- Guarding the Foyer --
Filch:
At the time of the murder I was on guard duty in the foyer, just like Mr. Kyubi's asked.
I was making sure no one -- fair, foul, fishy, or otherwise -- could get to our guest.
I was still in my office keeping a good watch when the murder happened after 3 PM.
But I didn't see nothing outta the ordinary, no siree!
Blackquill:
That yokai you keep jabbering on about was but a phantom of a little girl's dreams.
Apollo:
So, you're telling this court you never saw anyone dressed up like Tenma Taro?
Filch:
Yep! Was guarding the whole time. That's the truth, the holy truth, 'n' nutter-butter the truth! And Tenma Taro? Bah, ya don't really believe in all that yokai mumbo jumbo, do ya? I certainly don't!
Apollo:
Hm? (My bracelet, it's...)
Athena:
Something the matter, Apollo?
Apollo:
My bracelet keeps squeezing my arm.
Athena:
Really? So you think Mr. Tanuki--er, I mean, Filch has been lying to us?
Apollo:
I wouldn't rule it out. (Now, if I could just zero in on a tell -- some sort of nervous habit...)
???:
*Screech!*
Apollo:
A-Aaaaaaagh! What in the--?! (W-What's a hawk doing in here!?)
Blackquill:
Allow me to introduce my trusty cohort, Taka. He seems to have taken quite a liking to the courthouse. Made it his new home, in fact.
Apollo:
...He doesn't live with you... you know, in jail? (Who's ever heard of a courthouse bird?)
Blackquill:
Taka simply loathes trickery and fraud. And that queer power of yours seems to have offended my dear, bosom buzzard.
Apollo:
This isn't some sort of trick or-- Aaaaaaaaaagh! (I won't be able to spot squat like this!)
Filch:
Wh-What the heck's goin' on 'round here?! Run for the hills!
Judge:
N-No pets or other animals allowed in the courtroom!
Taka:
*Screech!*
Judge:
Ack! Somebody help!
Blackquill:
Oh, he's merely having a bit of sport. He won't harm you, save when truly famished.
Judge:
In that case, Prosecutor Blackquill, you will ensure your feathered friend is properly fed.
Athena:
Looks like we have to do this the old-fashioned way.
Apollo:
We'll be fine... I think. (If there was someone dressed as Tenma Taro there, Filch should've seen him. We'll just have to put our faith in Jinxie's statement for now.)
Judge:
Mr. Justice, please proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Guarding the Foyer --
Filch:
At the time of the murder I was on guard duty in the foyer, just like Mr. Kyubi's asked.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Mr. Filch, why did Alderman Kyubi have you handle guard duty?
Filch:
Eh-heh heh... 'Cause he trusts me. I AM the manor's caretaker, after all.
Apollo:
So, you took said guard duty seriously?
Filch:
Eh-heh heh... Lemme tell ya something about me. I'm-- Yipes!
Blackquill:
Listen here, you little tanuki. Get straight to the point and be quick about it. The court wishes to hear what you did or didn't see in the foyer, and naught else.
Filch:
Y-Yes, of course, sir! Right away, sir!
Apollo:
(Blackquill's got him completely under his thumb.)
Filch:
Like I said, I was guarding the foyer entrance that day!
Filch:
I was making sure no one -- fair, foul, fishy, or otherwise -- could get to our guest.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So no one could get to him... Sounds like security was pretty tight.
Filch:
That's 'cause there's always lotsa sneaks 'n' thieves 'round festival time.
Apollo:
And the solution was to entrust the manor's security to a thief? That's not even funny.
Athena:
Maybe it's a matter of stopping thieves by hiring one. After all, it takes one to know one.
Apollo:
I dunno, it seems more like letting the fox guard the henhouse to me.
Judge:
Hmm. So, the witness testifies that he took his guard duty seriously?
Filch:
Yes, sir, Your Honorship, sir!
Filch:
I was still in my office keeping a good watch when the murder happened after 3 PM.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Did you really keep an eye on the foyer the entire time?!
Filch:
*sigh* Poor old Filchy... Been working hard my whole life... ...only to be smeared by some greenhorn in his fancy-schmancy suit and silly haircut. Ah! Sorry, sorry, Mr. Blackquill, sir! Didn't mean to get off subject there!
Apollo:
(Sheesh... Blackquill didn't even say anything.)
Filch:
To answer your question, yes, I kept an eye -- no, both of 'em, in fact -- on the foyer!
Present TV Listings
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Don't lie to the court like that, Mr. Filch."
Filch:
But I didn't see nothing outta the ordinary, no siree!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Could you describe to the court who you would consider fishy looking?
Filch:
Someone all fidgety and shifty-like, you know, like they're about to steal something.
Apollo:
(He......... just described himself.)
Athena:
I wonder why Mr. Filch didn't see Tenma Taro.
Apollo:
Maybe Jinxie only thinks she saw Tenma Taro. Or...
Athena:
Maybe Mr. Filch is lying.
Apollo:
And if he's lying, we might be able to spot a contradiction in his testimony.
Apollo:
Don't lie to the court like that, Mr. Filch.
Filch:
Hey, it ain't right to bushwhack a fella like that!
Apollo:
Unfortunately for you, I have evidence that proves you're lying. If you look at this TV listing here, you'll see that at the time of the crime... ...there was a pro wrestling match scheduled -- something you'd never miss.
Filch:
Ack! I didn't watch that one, no siree! I was doing my job, just like I was s'pposed to!
Apollo:
(This guy doesn't know when to give up.) Mr. Filch. Someone even circled the match. It was you, right?
Filch:
Yipes!
Apollo:
Not only that, you even told me you watched it. You said, and I quote: "It was a complete disaster."
Filch:
Hrrrgh!
Apollo:
So, do you admit to slacking off?!
Filch:
Y-Y-You can't trick me with your rudy poo lawyer talk! I'm one of them professional-types, too! I can do double-duty, watching TV and the foyer at the same time!
Apollo:
(The only thing Filch can claim to be a professional of is "professional thief"...)
Judge:
Mr. Justice. You would have this court believe the witness was slacking off?
Apollo:
That's correct. He claims to have been watching TV and the foyer at the same time. But that's nothing but a bald-faced lie!
Judge:
Bald, you say? But I'M not the one who's lying! Perhaps you meant the witness, Mr. Justice? And in that case, let's see what evidence you can offer. You claim Mr. Filch is lying about watching TV and the foyer simultaneously. Now, prove it.
Present Foyer Diagram
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Please take a look at the direction the TV is facing in this diagram."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Apollo:
This piece of evidence here clearly exposes Mr. Filch's lie.
Judge:
Hm? How does that prove anything?
Apollo:
Oh, it, um... (Whoops! Way off on that one!) Heh heh, sorry. Don't know what I was thinking.
Judge:
Yes, well, I have moments like that myself.
Apollo:
(Whew, looks like he'll let this one slide.)
Judge:
But random guesses and speculation must be punished!
Apollo:
Yargh!
Athena:
Apollo! We should think about how Mr. Filch was when he was watching TV!
Apollo:
Please, lemme try that one again!
Judge:
The defense will look before they leap this time. So, what do you have for us, Mr. Justice?
Leads back to:
"You claim Mr. Filch is lying about watching TV and the foyer simultaneously. Now, prove it."
Apollo:
Please take a look at the direction the TV is facing in this diagram. Now, unless Mr. Filch has eyes where his right ear should be... ...I'd think it would be impossible to watch the foyer entrance and the TV at the same time.
Judge:
Why, yes! Someone watching TV there couldn't possibly see the entrance!
Apollo:
Exactly. And that means, Mr. Filch... ...you were slacking off and were NOT watching the foyer as you claim!
Filch:
Yiiipes! The bag's outta the cat! Er, I mean, other way 'round!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! But Mr. Justice, is Mr. Filch's less-than-stellar work ethic relevant to this case?
Apollo:
It's very relevant, because while he was slacking off watching TV... ...there really could've been a Tenma Taro impersonator in the foyer!
Blackquill:
Apollo:
What now?!
Blackquill:
Granted, this tanuki was law in his duties, but he still had the foyer entrance covered.
Apollo:
What are you talking about?
Blackquill:
.........This.
Apollo:
Um... I'm not a mind reader. Ack!
Blackquill:
Auditory sense. His eyes may have been slacking off, but his ears were still hard at work. Right, tanuki?
Filch:
...They were? ............Er, I mean, yes! Yes they were!
Apollo:
But you already admitted to slacking off. Now you say you weren't?
Filch:
My eyes might be lazy, but my ears ain't. I woulda heard anyone in the foyer, eh-heh. Ya see, the foyer floor and stairway get all creaky squeaky when someone walks on 'em! Creak, creak, creak! Loud enough to wake the dead, I reckon!
Apollo:
So, you're saying you didn't hear anybody walk by?
Filch:
Yep! My ears were working fulltime. So, who's the liar now, ya no-good shyster!
Apollo:
A lying thief calling me a shyster. This HAS to be the low point of my fledgling career...
Filch:
Gotta hand it to ya, Mr. Blackquill, sir, ya really are something else, eh-heh heh! I mean, ya don't miss a thing. And them bags under yer eyes? They're darker than mine!
Blackquill:
Fair warning, Mr. Filch. Taka is particularly fond of tanuki. Should you lie to this court again, you may suddenly find yourself on the menu.
Filch:
Yiiiiiipes! Please don't eat me, Mr. Taka, sir!
Judge:
The witness will henceforth testify truthfully under penalty of painful bird attacks! And with that in mind, the court requests that the witness revise his testimony accordingly.
Witness Testimony
-- Ears Working Overtime --
Filch:
It's true, I was watching a pro wrestling match on the office TV.
My eyes mighta been slacking off, but my ears? They were working overtime.
The floor there's all creaky squeaky-like. No way I woulda missed someone walking by.
So ya see, there weren't no Tenma Taro in the foyer.
Blackquill:
Superstition is the religion of feeble minds. Understand? A simple, rational explanation is best. Forget yokai, demons, and such. We must use common sense, for lacking that, our entire world would be but upside-down.
Apollo:
(Says the convict prosecutor who is totally a sign of the end times for the legal world.)
Filch:
And besides, if there were any yokai roaming about, I'd nab 'em 'n' sell 'em to the zoo!
Athena:
I wonder whether Jinxie was just seeing things.
Apollo:
That seems to be the general consensus, but I'm sticking to my guns.
Athena:
But if we can't prove she saw Tenma Taro, the mayor's sure to be convicted!
Apollo:
Then we'd better hope my guns fire bullets, not BB's...
Judge:
The defense may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Ears Working Overtime --
Filch:
It's true, I was watching a pro wrestling match on the office TV.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You ARE paid for your work, aren't you? So, how do you justify watching TV on the job?
Filch:
A-A-Arrgghh! B-B-B-But...! It ain't easy being me! I mean, I can't watch TV when we have visitors and there's no way to record stuff!
Apollo:
(Sorry, am I supposed to be consoling you over your first-world problems?)
Athena:
If those are his only problems, he should consider himself lucky.
Apollo:
I guess pro wrestling's serious business to Mr. Filch.
Filch:
My eyes mighta been slacking off, but my ears? They were working overtime.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You lied earlier about taking your guard duty seriously, didn't you?
Filch:
Oh, uh, that? Ain't no harm in bending the truth a little, right?
Blackquill:
Listen to me, you little tanuki. Lie again and Taka shall feast upon that forked tongue of yours.
Taka:
*Screech!*
Filch:
Yiiipes! Sorry! Just lemme keep my tongue!
Apollo:
(At least leave it until we get the truth out of him, in any case.)
Blackquill:
You were negligent in your duties, were you not?
Filch:
Yes, sir, I was sir! But it ain't like that...
Filch:
The floor there's all creaky squeaky-like. No way I woulda missed someone walking by.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, you have pretty good ears, Mr. Filch?
Filch:
As good as they come, I'd say. Ain't nothin' to hear a creaky floor. Plus, that Tenma Taro makes a sound when he goes by. It's like a jingle jangle.
Apollo:
Jingle jangle? How does he do that?
Filch:
It's that staff o' his. That's what jingle jangles.
Athena:
What's he talking about, Apollo?
Apollo:
Beats me, but I guess Tenma Taro has a staff that makes noise.
Athena:
Come to think of it, didn't Jinxie mention something like that, too? She said she saw Tenma Taro holding a staff-like object that made a jangly sound.
Apollo:
I guess that's the source of the noise then...
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Mr. Filch says Tenma Taro "jingle jangles." Would you consider that vital information?
Very important
Leads to:
"Extremely vital! I request that it be added to his testimony!"
Not so important
Apollo:
(Doesn't seem particularly important to me.) No, Your Honor. I don't think it's of any importance.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with his testimony.
Apollo:
Extremely vital! I request that it be added to his testimony!
Add statement:
"If Tenma Taro was to pass by, his staff woulda gone jingle jangle."
Press (after adding statement)
Apollo:
Apollo:
Could someone walk by without making a sound?
Filch:
Nope, not even a ninja. That's 'cause even the tiniest mouse makes that floor creak, eh-heh. Real creaky squeaky, it is!
Blackquill:
I can vouch for the tanuki's keen ears. He came running from across the building the moment Fool Bright dropped his wallet. And true to his name, Filch filched it before Mr. Less-Than-Bright knew what happened.
Apollo:
That's some scary good hearing.
Filch:
Wads o' cash or expensive shoes on the pavement... Sounds like that don't get by ol' Filch's ears. Got years o' practice, eh-heh heh.
Athena:
Remind me not to bring anything of value to the manor next time.
Apollo:
The sound of shoes makes sense, but wads of cash? What does that sound like? ...Anyway, it sounds like they need to hire somebody to take care of their caretaker.
Filch:
If Tenma Taro was to pass by, his staff woulda gone jingle jangle.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, Tenma Taro's staff makes a distinctive sound?
Filch:
Yep, like a jingle and a jangle.
Athena:
Wait, Jinxie said something like that. Something about Tenma Taro making a jangly sound.
Apollo:
Hmmm... I think we're missing something here, but I can't quite put a finger on it. (Perhaps I should take a look at the Court Record again...)
Present Yokai Legend Scroll
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Tenma Taro's staff would make a jangly sound, you say?"
Filch:
So ya see, there weren't no Tenma Taro in the foyer.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Please tell the court, what did Jinxie see if not Tenma Taro?
Filch:
She's always going on about seeing this yokai or that. Just an active imagination, I reckon. She won't even come near me 'cause she thinks I'm some sorta tanuki monster!
Athena:
Can't say I blame her.
Apollo:
So, Mr. Filch, you'd chalk it up to a child's active imagination?
Filch:
Yep. No Tenma Taro or anyone else got in or outta Kyubi Manor on my watch.
Athena:
Apollo, what could this mean? Do you think Jinxie was just seeing things?
Apollo:
Well, if that's the case, the details she provided were pretty impressive. But if we're to continue believing Jinxie's statement...
Athena:
We'll have to uncover Filch's lie?
Apollo:
Right, or.... find out why he can't tell the truth.
Apollo:
Tenma Taro's staff would make a jangly sound, you say? Well, I'm going to say that your story doesn't add up.
Judge:
Is there something the defense would like to share with the court?
Apollo:
Mr. Filch, you say that you didn't see Tenma Taro on the day of the incident. Why then, did you assume just now that Tenma Taro would be holding a staff?
Filch:
Huh?
Apollo:
You see, the Tenma Taro Jinxie saw held a staff in his hands. And she described its sound just like you did -- as a kind of jangly sound.
Filch:
Yeah, so he was holding a staff. What's yer point?
Apollo:
Apollo:
The point is that Tenma Taro doesn't use a staff. Not normally.
Filch:
What are you talking about?
Apollo:
You see, this is the only known document depicting Tenma Taro. Is there a staff in that picture, Mr. Filch?
Judge:
You're right! There's no staff! Not even a cane or a walking stick!
Filch:
Ack!
Judge:
So, the question is, why does the witness think Tenma Taro uses a staff?
Apollo:
I believe the answer will overturn the prosecution's case on the most basic level!
Blackquill:
.........Well now, this IS getting interesting.
Judge:
All right, Mr. Justice, it's time to show the court where you're going with this. Please tell the court why Mr. Filch believes Tenma Taro carries a staff.
The scroll is wrong
Apollo:
Maybe the scroll is incorrect. There could be an older drawing that shows Tenma Taro with a staff. And Mr. Filch could have seen that.
Blackquill:
Hmph. If that were the case... ...then the fact that the witness believes Tenma Taro had a staff would not be an issue.
Apollo:
Oh, in that case, I retract my previous statement.
Judge:
Not so fast, Mr. Justice. You must be held accountable for your flights of fancy!
Apollo:
Argh!
Athena:
Ouch. A legal smack down...
Apollo:
(Filch believes Tenma Taro has a staff... ...despite the fact that Tenma Taro has never been drawn that way! So how could he have possibly known about the staff?)
Judge:
Let's try that again, Mr. Justice.
Leads back to:
"Please tell the court why Mr. Filch believes Tenma Taro carries a staff."
He actually saw Tenma Taro
Leads to:
"Mr. Filch actually saw Tenma Taro right after the crime occurred!"
Filch is a scatterbrain
Apollo:
Mr. Filch obviously has a few screws loose. So, it's no surprise he would make a mistake like that!
Filch:
Now, hold it right there! As caretaker o' Kyubi Manor, I keep every screw nice 'n' tight!
Apollo:
(I rest my case.)
Judge:
With an assertion like that, this court wonders whether the defense has a screw loose, too. Here's a penalty to make sure you keep your screws in tighter next time.
Apollo:
(Filch believes Tenma Taro has a staff... ...despite the fact that Tenma Taro has never been drawn that way! So how could he have possibly known about the staff?)
Judge:
Let's try that again, Mr. Justice.
Leads back to:
"Please tell the court why Mr. Filch believes Tenma Taro carries a staff."
Apollo:
Mr. Filch actually saw Tenma Taro right after the crime occurred! That's the only way he could possibly know about the staff!
Filch:
B-B-Busted again!
Blackquill:
Bloody hell! You duplicitous little--!
Apollo:
(Yes! How'd that feel, Blackquill? Not so fun when you're on the receiving end of the blade, is it!) Admit it, Mr. Filch! You DID see Tenma Taro that day, didn't you?
Filch:
Um... Uhhhhhh...
Apollo:
Well?!
Filch:
I'm beggin' ya! Please don't make me say it!
Apollo:
But you clearly did see Tenma Taro! Stop stalling and testify to that fact!
Filch:
No can do! No way, no how! You ain't got no idea how terrifying he can be!
Apollo:
...He? (Mr. Filch still won't admit seeing Tenma Taro, even though everyone already knows he did. The question now is, why?)
Athena:
Mr. Filch is scared to death!
Apollo:
Is that why he can't admit the truth?
Athena:
Hmm... Come to think of it...
Jinxie:
They say you must not gaze upon Tenma Taro. But in the event that you do look... ...and then tell anyone what you saw, Tenma Taro will claim your soul.
Athena:
Jinxie wouldn't admit to seeing Tenma Taro after hearing about the village superstitions. She said that if she told anyone that she had seen Tenma Taro, he'd claim her soul.
Apollo:
Wait, you think Filch believes that, too?
Filch:
Ah! So Mister Big-Time, City-Slicker Lawyer has heard about 'em?! Them old village superstitions?
Judge:
Will the defense please explain what the witness is talking about?
Apollo:
The people of Nine-Tails Vale believe some pretty strange things. And their superstitions may be the reason our witness here can't admit the truth... ...the truth that he really did see Tenma Taro.
Filch:
D-Darn straight, that's why! It's all right here!
Apollo:
Ignoring the superstitions will cost you your soul?
Filch:
See?! That's why us folks in Nine-Tails Vale can't talk about seeing Tenma Taro!
Village Superstitions added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
That clears up one mystery. The killer took advantage of the superstitions by wearing a Tenma Taro costume. They knew that that way no one could talk about him, so it was as if he never existed! The defense holds that this Tenma Taro impersonator is the true killer!
Judge:
Whaaat?!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph! Superstitions, you say? What kind of a fool would actually believe such rubbish? And would that using some silly fairy tale so easily expose the culprit. You'll need to come up with a more rational, common-sense explanation than that!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Your common sense seems awfully narrow-minded to me, Prosecutor Blackquill!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Try living in my world of narrow cells, mortal danger, and dark, sleepless nights! There is no lack of superstitions in the clink, but few are those who truly believe in them!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Well, the village superstitions are real enough to the people of Nine-Tails Vale! A life or death superstition might even make you a believer!
Blackquill:
............Grr! Raaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Judge:
Order! Order, I say!!!
Blackquill:
You fool of a tanuki! Two times now, your lies have cost me!
Filch:
S-S-Sorry, sorry! I promise not to do it again!
Blackquill:
...Taka, my fine-feathered friend, have at him!
Filch:
Yiiipes! He's gonna eat me alive! Head for the hills!
Apollo:
Ah! He took off.
Judge:
B-B-Bailiff! What are you waiting for?! After him -- and with your fastest men!
Athena:
That's certainly not something you see every day.
Judge:
Well, it would seem a new and important fact has come to light. A third party disguised as the yokai Tenma Taro was at the scene. And now we have two witnesses who can attest to that fact. Any objections, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
.............................. ..............................
Apollo:
Uh-oh...
Athena:
Wha--?!
Judge:
Huh? ............Ahhhhhh!
Apollo:
His shackles...! Urk! (I... I'm too young to die!)
Blackquill:
Justice-dono, long has it been since I've been forced to draw my blade. You had best say your prayers.
Judge:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! D-Detective, do something!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Have no fear, Fulbright is here! When the going gets tough, the Champion of Justice gets going!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Then get going, already, before he kills us!
Fulbright:
Oh, but I stand in awe of Simon Blackquill, for it is his sense of justice that set him free!
Judge:
Objection! Objection! I object to Detective Fulbright's definition of justice!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. I'm not in the habit of cutting down unarmed cowards.
Judge:
Oh, w-well, in that case, Prosecutor Blackquill, can I ask you to, umm, you know...
Apollo:
(I think the judge forgot he's in charge here.)
Blackquill:
So, Justice-dono's assertion is this: Tenma Taro is the real killer, not Mayor Tenma. According to him, there was a yokai at the scene of the crime.
Apollo:
Right! And that yokai, or rather, whoever was impersonating him, killed Alderman Kyubi!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Apollo:
Ack!
Blackquill:
Care to explain why Jinxie, being the first to discover the murder... ...did not see your alleged killer yokai there in the Fox Chamber?
Apollo:
What? (He's right, she said nothing about Tenma Taro being in the Fox Chamber...)
Blackquill:
.........Hmph. Let me enlighten you. That little scamp heard a dying scream right before she opened the chamber door.
Apollo:
...And your point is...?
Blackquill:
Upon opening the door, she found a freshly skewed murder victim -- the alderman... ...and the homicidal maniac who had killer him -- the mayor.
Apollo:
No, there must've been someone dressed up like Tenma-- Aagh!
Blackquill:
Then why does that little scamp claim not to have seen a yokai in the Fox Chamber?
Judge:
Hmm... Considering her father is accused of murder... ...surely she would've mentioned any third party that might have been in the room.
Apollo:
I don't understand. Why didn't she see Tenma Taro inside the Fox Chamber?
Blackquill:
Hmph. There is but one way to find out: Ask Jinxie Tenma whether she saw your killer yokai at the scene of the crime.
Apollo:
Uh-oh...
Blackquill:
The final battle draws nigh. Only one of us will leave here alive. Heh heh heh. Long has my blade thirsted for blood. At long last, it shall be sated!
Apollo:
Wait, this IS still a trial, right?
Blackquill:
Show me what you're truly capable of, Justice-dono!
Judge:
V-Very well, then. Both parties no doubt need some time to regroup... ...so the court will take a 10-minute recess in order to-- Aagh!
Blackquill:
...Three minutes.
Judge:
I-I'm sorry, but... a three-minute recess?
Blackquill:
Just so. Plenty of time if your destination of intent is the loo.
Judge:
The loo? You mean the bathroom?
Apollo:
(Sheesh... At least include enough time to wash our hands.)
Blackquill:
See that you take no more than three minutes. All latecomers will be punished.
Judge:
Y-Yes, sir! I hereby declare a three-minute recess before the battle begins!
Athena:
I declare Prosecutor Blackquill the winner of this round of Simon Says...
Apollo:
Doesn't bode well for us if the prosecutor is running the show, does it...?
April 18, 10:40 AM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Athena:
He busted out of his shackles.
Apollo:
Yeah, what was that about? Guess they don't make shackles like they used to.
Athena:
Better be careful, Apollo. You've really brought out the samurai in him. Especially after you proved there was a Tenma Taro impersonator at the manor.
Apollo:
What's with that guy and the whole samurai act, anyway?
Tenma:
Such fine swordsmanship... That is no mere act. Mr. Justice, it's high time I challenge this jailhouse prosecutor to a duel!
Apollo:
No, wait! Let's save the dueling until after we prove your innocence!
Tenma:
Hrmmm... I suppose it could wait till later.
Apollo:
(*sigh* Does ANYONE remember we're conducting a trial here?) Athena, I'm gonna go wash up.
Athena:
Remember what Blackquill said, Apollo. Don't be late!
April 18, 10:43 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Judge:
Now then, I believe our next witness is Ms. Jinxie Tenma, a maid at Kyubi Manor. I believe we can proceed now -- if the witness is ready, that is.
Jinxie:
N-N-Nurarihyon! Leader of the One Hundred Demons! He really does exist!
Athena:
Wow... That is one well-polished tray...
Judge:
The witness will show her face while in court, or her testimony will be inadmissible.
Jinxie:
Eek!
Judge:
What is it, my child?!
Jinxie:
Be gone, Nurarihyon, Leader of the One Hundred Demons!
Judge:
Ho ho ho. You think I'm a yokai? Well, I WAS once known as a judicial monster of sorts. The beast of the bar, the demon of due process, if you will.
Jinxie:
Eek! My charm has no effect...
Athena:
The demon of due process? Not sure I can see that one...
Blackquill:
.........Now, you little scamp.
Jinxie:
Yes?
Blackquill:
I trust you know why you're here.
Jinxie:
.........B-B-Bags.
Blackquill:
Bags? Oh, that tricksy tanuki? Try the noodle stand. And go enjoy a big bowl of tanuki tail noodles why you're at it.
Apollo:
(Everyone's a comedian.)
Jinxie:
No... I meant YOUR bags. The one's [sic] under your eyes. You must have trouble sleeping. Here. This charm will keep Azukiarai away.
Blackquill:
Azukiarai? The yokai that washes azuki beans? The only thing needing washing will be your father's neck before I take his head clean off!
Jinxie:
Azukiarai often keeps people up at night with the noise he makes washing beans. But if you stick this charm on your forehead, you won't hear him anymore.
Blackquill:
.........I-Is that so? Well, thank you.
Athena:
Looks like Prosecutor Blackquill got more than he bargained for.
Apollo:
They're bad enough alone, but together, those two are just plain creepy.
Judge:
Your testimony, if you please, Ms. Tenma. Specifically, whether or not you saw Tenma Taro when you discovered the crime scene.
Witness Testimony
-- What Jinxie Saw --
Jinxie:
Did I see Tenma Taro in the Fox Chamber?
Well, when I opened the door... *shiver* I saw... I saw... Yes! Now I remember!
Y-Y-Yokai! Yokai! Right there in that room!
Apollo:
So there was a yokai at the scene of the crime!
Jinxie:
*shiver* Uh-huh, lots... and lots of them!
Apollo:
Wait, more than one yokai? Did Tenma Taro happen to be among them?
Jinxie:
I don't know! I just don't know! All I know is the room was swimming in yokai! Kasha, Nurikabe, Setotaisho! Eeek! They were all there!
Judge:
Well this is an unexpected turn of events. We've gone from no yokai to a flood of them.
Blackquill:
This is ludicrous. You would have this court listen to this delusional little scamp's testimony?!
Apollo:
Yurk!
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor! I believe her memory is simply clouded by fear! But a quick therapy session should ease her mind. With the court's permission, of course.
Judge:
What a fabulous idea! Please proceed, Ms. Cykes.
Apollo:
You sure you know what you're doing, Athena?
Athena:
She's obviously not herself. The trauma of discovering that crime scene... ...and fear of testifying have her dazed and confused. A regular ball of confusion! But my analytical psychology-based approach should be able to help.
Judge:
Any objections, Prosecutor Blackquill? Shall we let Ms. Cykes proceed?
Blackquill:
............Hmph. It makes no difference to me. Do as you will, but I doubt we shall get any viable testimony. She'd be better served by bearing witness to the sword skills I forged in a distant land!
Athena:
Hmph! I'll show you!
Jinxie:
Did I see Tenma Taro in the Fox Chamber?
Jinxie:
Well, when I opened the door... *shiver* I saw... I saw...
Jinxie:
Yes! Now I remember!
Jinxie:
Y-Y-Yokai! Yokai! Right there in that room!
Athena:
Found something! Hmm... Looks like an out-of-control emotion.
Apollo:
Um, Athena? What exactly are we looking at here?
Athena:
Oh, this? It's one of Widget's functions. Right here you can see images and emotions extracted from the witness's voice.
Apollo:
Whoa! You mean that little thing can do all this?!
Widget:
Pretty cool, huh?!
Apollo:
(And here I thought it was just some kids' toy.)
Athena:
Unfortunately, all I'm getting is an overflow error right now. See how Sad is brightly lit there at the bottom left? She's under an uncontrollable amount of distress, which is masking her other emotions. It seems the sheer terror she experienced has made her a confused mess.
Apollo:
So all those yokai she thinks she saw are a product of rampant emotions?
Athena:
Yes, that's right. Her fear has instilled in her hallucinations and false memories. She's seeing normal everyday objects as monsters in her mind. It's a form of schizophrenic hallucination brought on by emotional trauma. And the trauma in Jinxie's case is fear.
Apollo:
(So she was, and still is, seeing ordinary objects as yokai...)
Athena:
We'll have to find the root cause of her extreme fear before I can treat it. Now, let's see... Apollo, can you point out the yokai on the wheel of fire? She seems particularly terrified of that one. Start by tapping Probe (L) on the bottom screen. Next, point to what's causing Jinxie's out-of-control emotion. Finally, tap Probe again (X) to try and get to the heart of the matter!
Apollo:
(Okay, let's give this a try.)
Probe Cat Monster on a Wheel of Fire
Apollo:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Jinxie, what's the name for that yokai on a wheel of fire?"
Apollo:
Jinxie, what's the name for that yokai on a wheel of fire?
Jinxie:
Th-That's... a Kasha, a yokai that steals the bodies of the recently deceased! I bet it came to steal the alderman's!
Apollo:
It's almost creepy how well that fits the actual situation.
Athena:
Exactly! It's a form of hallucination where the patient can't see things for what they are! There must be something at the scene of the crime that she's mistaking for a Kasha! Apollo, you need to point out what she thought was a yokai on a wheel of fire!
Apollo:
(Hmm... I think I know the answer now.) Jinxie, that wasn't a Kasha you saw. Could you have possibly mistaken this for a Kasha?
Present light fixture on ceiling
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The light fixture?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
This is what you mistook for a Kasha!
Athena:
What? That thing?
Apollo:
No?
Jinxie:
I'd never mistake that for a Kasha!
Apollo:
Really?
Athena:
You have to consider what a Kasha looks like, Apollo. Think, brightly blazing wheel near the ceiling.
Apollo:
(Okay... Let's give this another try.)
Leads back to:
"Could you have possibly mistaken this for a Kasha?"
Jinxie:
The light fixture?
Apollo:
This one right here. It has a flame design and is up there on the ceiling. There was never a yokai on a wheel of fire. The Kasha you saw was just a light fixture!
Jinxie:
Eeeeeek!
Athena:
That's one memory back to normal! Nice job! Now that you've got the hang of it, it should be a cinch to point out the rest!
Apollo:
Jinxie! What about this white wall-like monster?
Jinxie:
Th-That's Nurikabe! It's a wall monster that blocks your way or leads you astray!
Apollo:
That's no yokai, Jinxie! It's a folding screen!
Jinxie:
Eeeeek!
Apollo:
And this racoon dog isn't a tanuki monster, it's just the statue of one!
Jinxie:
Eeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
And look! These are just coffee cups. And this right here? It's nothing more than a fox statue!
Jinxie:
Eeeeeeeeeeeek! I don't know what I was thinking!
NOISE LEVEL50%
Athena:
You did it, Apollo! Her extreme fear is under control now!
Jinxie:
It was all just my eyes playing tricks on me. There weren't any yokai after all!
Athena:
See! A clear-cut statement. That's the power of my psychology and your intuition, Apollo! And just like we thought, there never really were any yokai in the Fox Chamber!
Blackquill:
.........Right. There never really were any yokai there. So, the defense is asserting the exact opposite of their original assertion?
Apollo:
............Wait. Um, Jinxie? What about Tenma Taro?
Jinxie:
There wasn't anyone there dressed up as Tenma Taro, or any other yokai, either. I remember it clearly now.
Apollo:
You've--
Athena:
Gotta--
Apollo:
Be--
Jokiiiiiiiiiing!!!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Apollo:
I think we just dug our own grave.
Blackquill:
Allow me to push you on in. It's the least I can do.
Apollo:
Nooo...!
Athena:
Apollo! Can I interrupt your freak-out for just a minute? I'm still picking up some noise! It's an unexpected emotion!
Apollo:
Does that mean Jinxie hasn't remembered everything yet?
Athena:
Exactly! We should be able to get something else out of her! I'll enter the new information we have and run an update!
Jinxie:
Did I see Tenma Taro in the Fox Chamber?
Jinxie:
I was so scared when I entered the room...
Jinxie:
... my legs gave out and I fell to the floor.
Pinpoint Fear
Apollo:
Got it!
Leads to:
"The amount of fear you felt is rather low despite your legs having given out from fright."
Jinxie:
There in the Fox Chamber I saw... *shiver*
Jinxie:
...the alderman dead on a table and papa collapsed in a chair.
Jinxie:
Nobody else was there! And that includes Tenma Taro!
Apollo:
Wait. What am I supposed to do?
Athena:
Try to find the emotions that contradict her statements.
Apollo:
So if I find a contradictory emotion, I should point it out?
Athena:
That's right. But it's not just contradictory emotions you should look out for. You should also keep an eye out for sudden changes in an emotion's intensity. Her emotions might get stronger or weaker as you move from statement to statement. It's important to compare how the same emotion changes throughout the testimony.
Apollo:
Contradictory emotions and changes in intensity... Okay, I'll give it a shot.
Apollo:
The amount of fear you felt is rather low despite your legs having given out from fright. Could something have lessened your fear?
Jinxie:
Actually, I did experience a sudden burst of courage at that moment.
Apollo:
You did? Where did it come from?
Jinxie:
Um... uh... Let me think... Oh, it was Mama. I suddenly felt as if she was there with me.
Athena:
Okay, I'll enter, "Sudden burst of courage." Now, let's see... Ah! Look! Apollo, the noise is all gone! Jinxie seems to have remembered everything now!
NOISE LEVEL0%BYE BYE
Apollo:
A sudden burst of courage... Now where could that have come from? Jinxie, was there something that gave you a sudden burst of courage?
Jinxie:
Um, yes there was, b-but... um... I, uh... I realized I had done something naughty when I thought about it later.
Athena:
Any idea what could have given Jinxie that courage?
Apollo:
Well, there IS one piece of evidence that comes to mind. I wonder if she saw something like it at the scene of the crime. Jinxie, did your sudden burst of courage have anything to do with this?
Present Nine-Tails Flower
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Jinxie, you didn't happen to see a Nine-Tails Flower there at the scene, did you?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Apollo:
Could it have been this?!
Jinxie:
...Huh?
Apollo:
(Oh... That's not encouraging...)
Athena:
The evidence you presented seems to have produced confusion rather than courage.
Apollo:
Guess I got that one wrong.
Athena:
Well, if at first you don't succeed... You know the rest, Apollo!
Leads back to:
"Jinxie, did your sudden burst of courage have anything to do with this?"
Apollo:
Jinxie, you didn't happen to see a Nine-Tails Flower there at the scene, did you?
Jinxie:
Ah! The demon lawyer strikes again. I can't hide anything from you. I found a small case with a picture of a Nine-Tails Flower on it. I liked it so much, I kept it!
Apollo:
You what?! You can't remove evidence from a crime scene!
Judge:
That's right, young lady. Removing evidence is a big no-no. Now, the witness will produce said evidence this instant!
Jinxie:
S-Sorry, sorry...
Judge:
Hmm... It does seem to be some sort of case. Oh, look, something slid out. It... appears to be a key!
Blackquill:
Might I have a look, Your Baldness? Hmmm......... Ah! This is none other than the master key to Kyubi Manor.
Judge:
Are you certain of this, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
It matches the serial number of the key that went missing after the murder.
Apollo:
A master key... that went missing? (Why don't I like the sound of that...?)
Blackquill:
Our little scamp here has stumbled upon an article of unimaginable consequence.
Apollo:
That's a little melodramatic, don't you think?
Blackquill:
Hmph. Heed these words, for I shall say them but once. The sole key to the Fox Chamber has been in this little scamp's constant possession. Ergo, she was the sole person who could use it before, during, and after the murder. Which leaves the master key as the only other key that could have opened the chamber. But this master key... ...was found in a room that had been locked by this girl.
Apollo:
And your point is?
Blackquill:
Until Jinxie Tenma opened the Fox Chamber with her key... ...the room had been locked tight from the outside world. And there was no one else in there, save the victim and his killer. I trust you have figured it out for yourself by now. A killer other than Mayor Tenma himself would be utterly inconceivable!
Apollo:
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Athena:
Athena:
How... could... this... happen...?! Nnrrrrrrgh...!
Judge:
The defense's assistant will refrain from growling her frustrations!
Apollo:
A-Athena, are you all right?
Athena:
Ugh! I know Mayor Tenma's innocent, but there's nothing we can do!
Widget:
This sucks!
Blackquill:
...Cykes-dono. Allow me to put you out of your misery.
Athena:
Can I decline your offer?
Blackquill:
Abandon your client and your misplaced faith in him. Let the relief of a clear head and a clean conscious come rushing in. That will make the inevitable guilty verdict far easier to accept.
Apollo:
(Great. Now he's playing Simon Says with us! Well, he's not going fool us [sic] with his stupid mind games!) Athena, don't fall for his tricks!
Athena:
Uuh... Now I'M the one who's dazed and confused. I can't even think straight.
Apollo:
Hey, are you all right?! (She fell right into his trap!)
Blackquill:
Now, I suggest you make a mad dash from the courtroom and into the wild blue yonder. Only by running shall your mind be cleared and your conscious cleansed.
Athena:
All right, I'll be back in 10!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Stay with me, Athena! Don't let yourself be twisted by that samurai!
Athena:
Apollo?
Judge:
Mr. Justice? ...I heard the word objection, but what is it you object to?
Apollo:
Huh...? Oh, right... (That objection was more of a reflex than anything else... ...though I was hoping something would come to me while I was trying to stop Athena...)
Judge:
The court is waiting, Mr. Justice. Though as it stands now... ...I'll be forced to declare your client guilty and your legal skills suspect if this is it. Now, do you have anything that could overturn the prosecution's case?
Apollo:
Um, well... Actually, I do! I'm Apollo Justice, and I'm fine!
Athena:
Apollo! You do have something more than your Chords of Steel, don't you?
Apollo:
Not really, but we'll be fine!
Athena:
B-B-But...!
Apollo:
(I've got absolutely nothing, but that's never stopped me before! I have to explain how the real killer could have escaped that locked room. Because it's all over if I don't!)
Athena:
Apollo, this calls for a new approach! Try to think outside the box!
Apollo:
Or in this case, inside the box! (And what a doozy that locked room is, too.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Do you have anything that can counter the prosecution's argument?
Apollo:
Y-You bet I do! The real killer must have escaped from the locked room one way or another!
Blackquill:
Vague conjecture shall only earn you a taste of my blade, Justice-dono.
Apollo:
Err... (Time to do or die, literally!)
Judge:
The defense will now explain how it would be possible to escape the locked room.
Athena:
Y-You sure about this, Apollo? Can you really explain what happened?
Apollo:
I-I'm fine! We just need to think this whole escaping-a-locked-room thing over from the beginning! So... let's see. If the killer had escaped... ...how could they have done so?
Athena:
The choices are pretty limited. The room has a window, but... ...it doesn't open wide enough for anyone to get through, and there's a sheer cliff outside. As for the air vent... ...it's up too high and there's nothing you could stand on to reach it. And needless to say... ...the Forbidden Chamber wouldn't open no matter what we did, so that's out.
Apollo:
Yeah, that [sic] why we gotta keep the solution simple. Like they say, simple is best. We need to rule out all of the absolutely impossible escape routes. Then, whatever's left just might lead us to how the Fox Chamber was compromised! Your Honor! The defense proposes that the killer escaped through here!
Present Fox Chamber door
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The hallway door? Well, yes, I suppose that would be the only way out."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Judge:
Hmm... And just how did the killer escape through there, Mr. Justice? Your reasoning skills seem as questionable as your proposed escape route.
Apollo:
Ack! I wish I could escape right now.
Judge:
I'm afraid there's no escaping a penalty for your random guessing, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Um, could I try that one again?
Leads back to:
"Your Honor! The defense proposes that the killer escaped through here!"
Judge:
The hallway door? Well, yes, I suppose that would be the only way out.
Blackquill:
.........Hmph. It would appear you've already forgotten. The only available key until Jinxie Tenma came on scene was within that locked room. How would one exit the Fox Chamber, and then lock it without a key? Hmm?
Apollo:
I should've seen this coming...
Athena:
Remember Apollo, keep it simple.
Apollo:
Simple, right. I could understand if the killer had exited the room with the key, but...
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? The prosecution has some fine Japanese steel waiting unless you explain yourself quickly.
Apollo:
I-I'm fine! I can explain myself! The reason the Fox Chamber's hallway door was locked was because...
Tenma locked it from inside
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma locked it himself after the killer fled the scene... ...just in case the killer decided to return. That would explain why the room was locked!
Judge:
Yes, I see... Then again, wouldn't Mayor Tenma have mentioned that himself?
Apollo:
Oh, uh, maybe it slipped his mind because of that blow to his head? Aaaaaagh!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I have already considered and investigated such possibilities.
Apollo:
You have?
Blackquill:
The mayor's fingerprints were not found on the door or its doorknob. The only fingerprints found belonged to the alderman. Ergo, the mayor did not so much as touch the door.
Apollo:
(Oops.) Okay, then how about...
Leads back to:
"The reason the Fox Chamber's hallway door was locked was because..."
It locked on its own
Apollo:
Maybe the door closed accidently [sic].... on its own. Ack!
Blackquill:
The killer will never be identified if we attribute key moments to mere chance. Perhaps that spear just happened to fly off of the wall and impale the alderman, too. And perhaps that sedative just happened to make its way into his coffee. Mere chance could explain any number of things.
Apollo:
Right, um... next idea, then...
Leads back to:
"The reason the Fox Chamber's hallway door was locked was because..."
The perp locked it from outside
Leads to:
"What if the door was locked from the outside?"
Apollo:
What if the door was locked from the outside? In other words, the killer took the key through the hallway door, then locked it-- Youch!
Blackquill:
Consider this: The master key was found inside the tightly locked Fox Chamber. Any assertion that the key was removed from that room is a blatant contradiction of fact.
Athena:
Exiting the room before locking the door WOULD require taking the key outside. But the key was found inside the room, which does seem like a contradiction.
Apollo:
If only we could explain both. Like, how the key could be inside the room AND be used to lock the door from outside.
Judge:
Well, let's see if the defense can response [sic] before Prosecutor Blackquill draws his sword. How could the master key be at the crime scene, despite the room being locked tight?
Slipped it in when the door was opened
Apollo:
Maybe someone threw it in from the hallway when Jinxie opened the door? That would explain-- Aaah!
Blackquill:
.........Hmph. Perhaps we should ask the little scamp herself. When you opened the Fox Chamber, did you witness anyone throw the master key inside?
Jinxie:
Sorry. I didn't see anyone else there.
Apollo:
Oh...
Blackquill:
What a pity. Or perhaps you intend to accuse the witness of murder?
Judge:
You leave me no choice. A penalty for random speculation and lack of foresight.
Apollo:
Ugh. (How could've someone gotten the key into that locked room?)
Judge:
Let's try that again.
Leads back to:
"How could the master key be at the crime scene, despite the room being locked tight?"
Threw it in from outside
Leads to:
"What if someone threw it into the room from outside -- you know, something like..."
Changed the lock
Apollo:
If the door had been rebuilt after the key was placed in the room... ...that would explain how it got there!
Judge:
Hmm... And the original door? Where did that disappear to?
Apollo:
Well, I guess it's highly unlikely that the door was rebuilt in the first place, so-- Ack!
Judge:
Penalty!
Apollo:
Ugh. (How could've someone gotten the key into that locked room?)
Judge:
Let's try that again.
Leads back to:
"How could the master key be at the crime scene, despite the room being locked tight?"
Apollo:
What if someone threw it into the room from outside -- you know, something like... ...go out the hallway door, lock the room, and then toss the key back in through the window. That would explain how the master key could be inside the locked room!
Blackquill:
...And where would you throw it from? There is a cliff outside the Fox Chamber's window. Throwing the key in from there is an impossibility.
Apollo:
.........Oh! Right... Ack!
Athena:
I wonder if the key could've been tossed in from somewhere other than the window.
Apollo:
Somewhere other than the window? Hmm... Could the key have been tossed in through somewhere other than the window?
Present air vent
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The air vent?"
Present window
Apollo:
Apollo:
I propose the key was tossed in through the window!
Blackquill:
It seems the defense has developed a case of amnesia. A sheer cliff lies just outside that window. No one tossed in anything through there.
Apollo:
What if you threw it in from the bottom of the cliff? I bet you could get it in if you threw it as hard as you could?
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I'm afraid you would still have no ground to stand on, just as with your case. For you see, a raging river lies at the bottom of that cliff. 
Judge:
A penalty for the amnesia-prone attorney!
Apollo:
Ugh. (So the key didn't get in through the window. Guess I'd better rethink this)
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
I propose the key was tossed in through here!
Judge:
Hmm... And how would that even be possible?
Apollo:
Oh, um... Very carefully, Your Honor?
Judge:
......... The defense will refrain from tossing around vague answers to key questions.
Apollo:
Ack!
Judge:
Let's try that again. How could the key have wound up in that locked room?
Apollo:
(Well, if it isn't the window, from where else could it have been thrown inside?)
Leads back to:
"Could the key have been tossed in through somewhere other than the window?"
Judge:
The air vent?
Apollo:
Yes. The window may be out of the question, but the air vent's not!
Athena:
Oh, that's right! The Fox Chamber's air duct... ...leads out into the hallway.
Apollo:
That's right. The real killer entered the air duct from the vent outside the Fox Chamber... ...then dropped the key into the room through the vent inside the chamber!
Blackquill:
Hrgh! That's preposterous!
Athena:
Ooh, that explains how the key got in there after it was used to lock the door perfectly!
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Um... I'm afraid I'm a bit confused...
Apollo:
Don't worry! I'll explain it so even Your Honor can understand. First, the real killer, disguised as Tenma Taro, murdered the alderman in the Fox Chamber. Then, they fled the room through the hallway door and locked it. Next, they entered the air duct from the vent outside in the hallway. Finally, the killer tossed the key into the room through the air vent in the ceiling there! All that was left to do after that was go back through the duct and flee the manor! Well, Your Honor?! Could that be any clearer?!
Judge:
Amazing! Even I could follow that!
Athena:
The judge seems really pleased.
Apollo:
That explains everything! The real killer was someone dressed up like Tenma Taro. And there WAS someone else other than the mayor and the alderman in that room!
Man:
Hey, it looks like that lawyer has beaten the jailbird prosecutor!
Man:
Whoa! That was a total turnabout!
Woman:
That massive forehead of his seems so much more attractive now!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order, I say!!!
Apollo:
Now that I've proved a possible third party, I don't see how our client could be guilty!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
..........A valiant effort, Justice-dono, but your final thrust missed its mark.
Apollo:
Huh?
Blackquill:
Both that little scamp and the tricksy tanuki saw the yokai after it left the room. But then what? Did that irksome yokai simply go through the foyer and waltz right out the front door?
Apollo:
Th-That's exactly what happened! The killer fled from the-- Youch!
Blackquill:
But that is impossible -- without being spotted by the foyer's security camera, that is. The electric eye here would have captured any pesky little yokai trying to escape. However, there is no sign of Tenma Taro anywhere in the security footage.
Apollo:
Wh-Wh-What?!
Blackquill:
Save for the foyer entrance, there is no other way to flee the manor, is there?
Apollo:
I don't feel so good.
Athena:
Athena:
Wait! I believe there IS one other way to escape besides the foyer entrance! There's a large window in the foyer. It's possible to escape through there without being seen by the security camera.
Apollo:
Hey, you're right!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Must I point out every crucial detail to the defense? It seems you lack not only brains, but investigative prowess to boot. That is the cliff side of the manor. The only killer escaping that way would be a dead one.
Athena:
N-Nooooooooon!
Apollo:
Wait... So the killer didn't escape out the foyer window?
Widget:
What the heck, right?
Blackquill:
....Ha! I suppose your next proposal is the killer sprouted wings and flew off into the sunset?
Apollo:
(That would mean the killer really was a yokai...)
Athena:
...If only we had some sort of evidence that could point to a flying killer.
Apollo:
Who's saying we don't? (As completely far-fetched as it might be...)
Athena:
WHAAAT?! You're saying you can prove the killer could fly?!
Apollo:
Whoa! I thought I was the one with the Chords of Steel!
Judge:
Oh, I can't wait to hear this.
Apollo:
Um, Your Honor...?
Judge:
What evidence do you have that the killer flew away?
Present Special Edition Paper
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Take a look at this special edition paper."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Apollo:
This piece of evidence shows that the killer yokai flew through the sky!
Blackquill:
............
Apollo:
............
Blackquill:
............
Apollo:
Never mind. Lemme try that again.
Judge:
Mr. Justice! You wouldn't be trying to escape without a penalty, would you?!
Apollo:
(I know we have some kind of evidence of a flying yokai.)
Blackquill:
Justice-dono, surrender yourself now or suffer the death of a thousand cuts.
Apollo:
N-Never!
Leads back to:
"What evidence do you have that the killer flew away?"
Apollo:
Take a look at this special edition paper.
Judge:
"Tenma Taro: Real or Flight of Fancy?" ...What does this article prove, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
The photo in that article was taken shortly after the murder. Maybe the yokai in that photo is the killer shortly after they fled out of the window...?
Judge:
M-Mr. Justice! You're not seriously suggesting--!
Apollo:
Oh, I'm serious! I mean, it all adds up! The killer, disguised as Tenma Taro, flew away! You know, by some way or another!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
It is your brain that has flow [sic] the coop. That image is naught but trick photography or some other form of artifice.
Apollo:
Okay, then, how about the Tenma Taro figure Mr. Filch saw? It just vanished into thin air?
Blackquill:
.........No, there is a rational, common-sense explanation for that. That infernal yokai our tricksy tanuki witnessed never reached the entrance. He -- or should I say she -- turned back before the camera's electric eye.
Apollo:
......She? (I don't like where this is going one bit!)
Blackquill:
Now, the fact that we know the yokai had come from the Fox Chamber... ...means that it was likely either Mayor Tenma or his daughter Jinxie Tenma. However, we know that Mayor Tenma was already unconscious at that time.
Apollo:
*gulp* (Not good. Not good at all!)
Blackquill:
Do you understand the gravity of the situation now, Justice-dono? The falsified yokai remnants... ...and the appearance of "Tenma Taro" were the work of one individual. And that individual is none other than Jinxie Tenma!
Apollo:
............ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order! The defense will stop competing for the greatest freak-out ever!
Blackquill:
The little scamp was, no doubt, simply trying to protect her father. And it's no wonder that her superstitious mind conjured up this mad masquerade.
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill's assertion makes perfect sense to me. It's far more convincing than saying the killer escaped by flying out of the window.
Blackquill:
Hmph. Did you truly believe this could end any other way?
Apollo:
(Did we fall right into his trap?)
Athena:
What do we do now, Apollo?
Apollo:
Our case no longer stands without a real yokai. If only we had one.
Blackquill:
Bailiff, seize her! It is time I interrogated her as the samurai of yore would.
Tenma:
Apollo:
M-Mayor Tenma?
Tenma:
.........
Blackquill:
Hmph. This farce is over. How does it feel, seeing your own daughter accused of a cover-up most foul?
Tenma:
......... Tenma Taro's true identity is--
Blackquill:
Now, now, Mr. Mayor. It would be futile at this point to claim you were the yokai. After all, you had been knocked out cold by a blow to the skull. Slipping into a yokai costume and roaming about the manor would be all but impossible.
Tenma:
.........
Blackquill:
Consider this well. As it stands, your daughter will be arrested for obstruction of justice. But if you confess, the prosecution would be willing to overlook her little yokai farce.
Judge:
Confess? The defendant intends to confess?!
Apollo:
Wait!
Athena:
Apollo! Prosecutor Blackquill's up to his mind games again!
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma! No! Don't fall for his twisted words! If you're sent away for murder, Jinxie will be left all alone!
Tenma:
.........The real killer is...
Athena:
Mayor Tenma's going to confess unless we do something!
Apollo:
(But... But I can't prove how the real killer could've flown away...)
Tenma:
............ Caw caw-caw-caw! Look upon me and despair, for ripe is the time for my return.
Apollo:
Hm? (Uh-oh... I should watch what I wish for.)
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! Foolish mortals! I am Tenma Taro, the yokai you seek!
Apollo:
Um... M-Mayor Tenma?
Tenma:
Silence! I am Tenma Taro -- freed from the bonds binding me to the Forbidden Chamber! Behold! The return of the Demon King!
Apollo:
Wh-What the--?!
Athena:
Demon King...?!
Judge:
Well then, I think it's time for me to... ...t-take a vacatioooon! The witness will...! Um... He will explain himself! Are you saying you're Tenma Taro, the yokai we've been chasing this whole time?
Tenma:
Indeed, it is I, Tenma Taro, the one whom you seek -- come to reveal the truth. This child is Tenma Taro, you say? Hah! What nonsense!
Apollo:
So, Mayor Tenma... is a yokai now?
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! His body is now mine!
Judge:
So, you're saying that Mayor Tenma is... being possessed by you? And that the yokai that Jinxie Tenma and Phineas Filch saw... ...and the one captured in the newspaper photo... Those were all you?
Tenma:
The accursed power of these warding charms prevents me from revealing my true form.
Apollo:
.........
Blackquill:
Your Baldness! .........Can this not be interpreted as an admission of guilt?!
Judge:
Well, a confession by a yokai would be quite unprecedented.
Blackquill:
Be that as it may, the defense's case has been overturned.
Apollo:
Huh? What?!
Blackquill:
You claimed the yokai that little scamp saw was some third party -- the true killer... ...the one who escaped from the locked Fox Chamber, but it was the accused all along.
Apollo:
Argh!
Blackquill:
Ironic, is it not? Your yokai turned out to be real in a manner of speaking. For the alderman's killer is none other than Mayor Tenma! And the yokai at the scene? That, too, was Mayor Tenma, or should I say, our dear Tenma Taro! The pieces have all fallen into place.
Apollo:
H-How so, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
Hmph. It seems I must spell it out for you. Mayor Tenma killed the alderman in the Fox Chamber -- which was locked at the time. He then removed the warding charms from the Forbidden Chamber's door... ...but then fell unconscious from the blow the alderman had delivered to his head. That's when his daughter Jinxie Tenma stumbled on the scene of the crime. The little scamp fled in terror, whereupon the spirit of Tenma Taro... ...freed at last from the charm's warding effect, took possession of the mayor. The newly freed Tenma Taro then fled from the Fox Chamber. So, you see, the yokai Jinxie Tenma saw was her father possessed by Tenma Taro.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But when we arrived on scene, the mayor was found unconscious! How's that possible if he was supposed to have flown out the foyer window?!
Blackquill:
Then, what? Do you mean to say the maid of Kyubi Manor, Jinxie Tenma, was Tenma Taro?
Apollo:
............Oh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Tenma:
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! That, too, is easily explained. Flew about for a time did I, but presently tired, I made for the Forbidden Chamber. But alas, exhaustion took me unaware in the Fox Chamber, and I knew no more.
Blackquill:
Hmph. It would seem the pieces are still in place.
Apollo:
(Is Blackquill up to his tricks again?)
Judge:
I-I don't know what to say. Is the defendant a real live...?
Man:
So that rumor about Mayor Tenma is true? I knew yokai were real!
Man:
You mean he really did kill the alderman just so he could release Tenma Taro?!
Judge:
Order! Order!!!
Athena:
Now he's got everyone in the courtroom believing in yokai!
Apollo:
It's Simon Says on steroids! He wants to convict our client any way he can -- even if it means blaming a yokai!
Blackquill:
The proverbial ducks are all in a row. You should now have no qualms about finding the accused guilty, Your Baldness.
Judge:
Hmm... This is one of the most bizarre cases in my entire career. Otherworldly, in fact. Can yokai even be prosecuted under our legal system?
Apollo:
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma is just pretending to be Tenma Taro to protect his daughter. Plus, I already proved how a third party could have escaped from the locked room! A verdict at this point would be premature!
Judge:
Hmm... Since both sides have raised valid points, I've no choice but to--
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph! This is the dark age of the law where defense attorneys are not to be trusted. This is but a ploy to gain time for them to fabricate evidence! How will I sleep tonight... ...knowing you will not let the run rise on the mayor's day of reckoning, Justice-dono?
Apollo:
Apollo:
I won't fabricate any evidence!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Then prove it by joining me. A night in the clink will ensure you will not succumb to temptation!
Apollo:
How about I just promise not to succumb to anything?
Blackquill:
We have both evidence and a confession. The killer is this yokai before us. It is beyond dispute. A guilty verdict is all but-- Uuuwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Apollo:
What's wrong with him?
Fulbright:
Prosecutor Blackquill! We've had enough of your hijinks! The foundation of justice is fair play, and you are in serious violation of that!
Blackquill:
*huff* *huff* What in the devil was that? Fool Bright! Have you tampered with my shackles in some manner?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! It seems you found that quite shocking. It's my special Jolt of Justice device. Each press is a shocking reminder to behave.
Blackquill:
You shall pay for this. I, Simon Blackquill, vow to-- Uuuwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Fulbright:
Your Honor! You need not fear now! I believe Prosecutor Blackquill will remain on his best behavior.
Apollo:
...A bit late with the reassurances, aren't we, detective?
Judge:
W-Well, in that case... *ahem*... This concludes today's deliberations. The prosecution and the defense will use this opportunity to further their investigations. This court is adjourned!
To Be Continued
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
That statement clearly contradicts the evidence!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I object to you on personal grounds. The sole contradiction lies in what your faulty logic dreamt up just now.
Apollo:
Ack!
Judge:
Objection overruled. The defense will think twice before making such erroneous statements!
Apollo:
(It seems that statement didn't particularly conflict with the evidence.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
Consider the evidence. There's obviously something wrong with that statement!
Blackquill:
Your gall knows no bounds. It's shocking, really.
Apollo:
What's that supposed to mean?!
Blackquill:
You stand there, brazely objecting to perfectly factual statements... One does not see such shameless behavior that often.
Judge:
A penalty for our shameless attorney!
Apollo:
(Oh, no. Looks like Blackquill is turning the judge against me.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
The evidence is at complete odds with the witness's testimony!
Blackquill:
...........................Your Baldness.
Judge:
Wh-Who, me?
Blackquill:
What do you make of this objection of his?
Judge:
Oh, I don't know if I should, um, well...
Blackquill:
I've no patience for vagaries. Now, answer my question.
Judge:
Y-Yes, sir! The defense's objection was clearly misguided!
Blackquill:
Bravo. Nicely done.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. It seems our misguided attorney has earned himself a penalty.
Apollo:
(Erk... I better look before I leap next time!)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
Hmm... There has to be a contradiction here somewhere. 
Apollo:
(Too bad I'm drawing a blank.)
Athena:
There was a statement that I thought was a little strange, but... ...I wouldn't bet my life on it.
Apollo:
.........And which statement would that be? Since I'm the one betting my life on it.
Athena:
Hee hee hee. Okay, if you must know, I'll show you the one I'm thinking of.
Apollo:
(Time to swallow my pride and let her lend a hand.) (There must be an inconsistency in the testimony Athena's pointing out!)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
Hmm... I can't flag any inconsistencies.
Apollo:
So there haven't been any contradictions in the testimony so far... That can mean only one thing...
Athena:
Time to press the witness!
Apollo:
Right. We'll have to work to get the testimony we need. Let's press the heck out of any statements that stick out.
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "What Jinxie Saw")
Apollo:
Got it!
Apollo:
Hmm... This seems like an unnatural reaction...
Athena:
Really? Because I don't see it that way. 
Apollo:
So it isn't unexpected given her testimony?
Athena:
Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me.
Apollo:
(Yes, there is someone at home, and that someone is going to try that again.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's argument is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Damian Tenma...
Guilty
The Monstrous Turnabout
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April 18, 1:20 PMWright Anything Agency
Athena:
Having a yokai testify in court is unprecedented to say the least.
Apollo:
"I am Tenma Taro, the yokai you seek!" How could such a straight-laced man like Mr. Tenma suddenly become a demon?
Athena:
Yeah, it's strange. Even worse, Prosecutor Blackquill is playing along. *sigh* I can't even think straight anymore. I need to go out for a run! See you in a bit!
Apollo:
Wait! What about the--! ...Investigation.
Trucy:
Back! ...Eek!
Athena:
Whoa, whoa! Trucy, welcome back. Oh, you're in your stage outfit. Back from work?
Trucy:
Yep! I really nailed this new magic trick I've been working on! ...I also heard about those tricks that were conjured up in court earlier today. You know, the demon-out-of-nowhere trick and Polly's tightrope-style defense trick!
Apollo:
I was seriously considering a disappearing act of my own after all that craziness. ...Anyway, our next trick is to find a suspect other than the mayor. I know the killer must've used the air duct in the escape.
Athena:
And whoever did that was the Tenma Taro that Mr. Filch and Jinxie saw.
Apollo:
Right. Maybe there's some evidence in the air duct.
Athena:
The real fight starts right now!
Trucy:
Hey, before you go, let me make the evidence you no longer need disappear! 3, 2, 1... Ta-dah!
Unnecessary evidence has disappeared into Trucy's magic panties.
Apollo:
(I wonder where all that stuff goes?)
Athena:
Okay, let's get over to the scene of the crime! Vamonos, Apollo, Vamonos!
April 18Kyubi Manor - Fox Chamber
Athena:
Detective Fulbright! Mind if we search the air duct?
Fulbright:
Well, since you really are on the side of justice, I suppose I can let you... Plus, my own sense of justice has been called into doubt, so...
Athena:
Wonder if he's been like this ever since the trial.
Apollo:
Well, his sense of justice HAS been beaten to a pulp. It'll probably take a while for him to recover.
Athena:
I sorta feel bad for him, but we have work to do! Let's go get the evidence we need!
Apollo:
The air duct is the key. We know the Tenma Taro impersonator used it to make an escape. After murdering the alderman, the killer left the Fox Chamber through the hallway door. Then, after locking the door from the outside... ...the killer entered the air duct in the hallway. Finally, the killer dropped the key into the Fox Chamber through the air vent here... ...then went back through the duct and fled the manor. That's how the illusion of no one entering or leaving the locked room was created!
Athena:
If the killer passed through the air duct, maybe we'll find some evidence there.
Apollo:
Yeah, maybe some black feathers or something like that. Well, here's our vent. It's awfully high up.
Athena:
Don't worry, I brought a stepladder! Happy hunting!
Apollo:
(How nice of her to volunteer me for the job.) Whoa, it's pitch black in here. Well, here goes nothing! *cough, cough* *wheeze* *sputter* *cough, cough* There's a thick layer of dust in here! *cough, cough* *wheeze* *sputter* *cough, cough* ............ ...I don't... get it.
Athena:
Find anything? Yikes! Apollo, what happened?! You're covered in dust!
Apollo:
Yeah, dust... Lots of dust.
Athena:
So, what'd you find?
Apollo:
You know how dust collects on something when nobody uses it for a long time?
Athena:
Yeah, like Mr. Wright's desk back at the office.
Apollo:
Right... You think it'd be possible to crawl over that sort of dust without leaving a trail?
Athena:
I seriously doubt it... Wait, you're not suggesting--! No one's gone through that duct lately?!
Apollo:
Kinda looks that way. And if it's true, Mayor Tenma is going to be fingered as the killer.
Athena:
B-B-But...!
Apollo:
(If we don't turn things around quickly...)
Fulbright:
In justice we trust!
Apollo:
Ack!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Sorry, Mr. Justice! But it seems your justice was not the most just, after all! It is MY sense of justice that has prevailed!
Apollo:
Argh!
Athena:
Detective Fulbright sure seems chipper all of a sudden.
Apollo:
Ugh. And I'm back to my old devastated self.
Fulbright:
Aw, come on! Where's that never-say-die spirit? Bring it on, Mr. Lawyer Man! Bring it on!
Apollo:
Let me suffer in peace.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Justice prevails once more!
Athena:
It's not over yet! And besides... Kicking someone when they're down is what bad guys do!
Fulbright:
Ack! A-Are you calling me a... a bad guy?! Me? Bobby Fulbright, champion of justice?!
Athena:
Then how about some information on the investigation? We need some help here!
Fulbright:
Information? About the investigation? All right! But I won't have you calling me a bad guy ever again! Understood?!
Athena:
We did it, Apollo!
Apollo:
Yeah, but how long can we keep this up?
Talk
The investigation
Athena:
I can't believe Prosecutor Blackquill would stoop that low! I mean, to pinning the blame on a yokai?! He really wants a conviction at all costs!
Apollo:
(She could give a yokai a run for its money when she's mad...)
Fulbright:
Yes, well... I have him writing a self-reflective essay as we speak!
Athena:
I doubt that'll teach him anything.
Apollo:
Yeah, he'll probably just write "Dotard" a thousand times.
Fulbright:
That whole yokai business is most likely a ploy to win a conviction. Truth is, Prosecutor Blackquill believes Jinxie Tenma planted that yokai stuff. Planted it in an effort to protect her father -- the real killer.
Athena:
Yeah, right! I'd like to see him prove it!
Fulbright:
Whoa! Calm down! He doesn't have any direct evidence, but we did find this. It was at the base of the cliff just outside Kyubi Manor.
Apollo:
Wait... That isn't the staff Tenma Taro was supposedly carrying, is it?
Fulbright:
The one and only! Ms. Tenma no doubt tossed it over the cliff when she was done.
Athena:
No way! W-Well, what about prints?!
Fulbright:
Nope, no prints, but if she was wearing a costume, there wouldn't be any, anyway.
Apollo:
Well, prints or no prints, it's not going to work out in our favor. (Sounds like the staff might have belonged to the mansion. But if that's the case... ...then where in the mansion did Tenma Taro get it from?)
The Amazing Nine-Tails
Apollo:
Did Prosecutor Blackquill figure out that the victim was The Amazing Nine-Tails?
Fulbright:
He did, indeed. He's a sharp one, all right. He figured it out while investigating the municipal merger and the victim's past. The Amazing Nine-Tails sparked the yokai craze and worked against the merger! And Mayor Damian Tenma is the corrupt politician who murdered that great hero! The Amazing Nine-Tails's fans are so angry, they even tried to storm the detention center!
Athena:
I don't blame them. I mean, their favorite masked wrestling hero was murdered. They must've been shocked when they found out what happened.
Apollo:
Speaking of which, isn't Jinxie also a fan of The Amazing Nine-Tails?
Jinxie:
A wrestler's mask is more precious than his own life! He'd never unmask himself in front of others. But there ARE matches where wrestlers battle for the right to remove each other's masks. To have your mask torn off is the worst humiliation a wrestler could suffer! That's why their masks are more important to them than life itself.
Athena:
She spoke with a passion that only a fan could appreciate. We oughta become fans ourselves and go protest in front of the prison!
Apollo:
What? No! Did you forget that Mayor Tenma is not only Jinxie's father, but our client!?
Athena:
Oh, yeah.
Fulbright:
You be careful, now. You're defending the most hated mayor in history. I just hope you don't find yourself on the wrong end of a figure-four leg lock!
Apollo:
(Maybe I should wear a mask to hide MY identity.)
Present
Crime Photo
Fulbright:
Such a grisly crime scene! I won't rest until that murderous fiend is behind bars!
Apollo:
So, you still think Mayor Tenma is responsible?
Fulbright:
That's right! Damian Tenma is an evil fiend who must be banished from this world! Now, take my hand and together we will defeat this evil!
Apollo:
Um, I think you're forgetting that Mayor Tenma's still my client.
Kyubi's Autopsy Report
Apollo:
So, it was the spear that killed the alderman?
Fulbright:
That's right. He'd been in a drug-induced sleep, but woke the moment he was impaled. That's when he was struck by his attacker!
Apollo:
That's almost superhuman.
Fulbright:
Justice cannot allow evil to exist unopposed! Even if it means sacrificing one's life!
Athena:
I bet you two could strike back even if you were impaled! I mean, you're so full of justice.
Apollo:
Really? Or are you just saying that because of my name, Athena?
Apollo:
Are there any other new developments we should know?
Fulbright:
Hm, now that you mention it... Our suspect is suffering partial memory loss, but he DID manage to remember something.
Apollo:
He did? What did he say?
Fulbright:
He said he didn't want to speak with us. His exact words were: "I am under no obligation to speak with you mortals!" ...and other things of that nature.
Apollo:
(I wonder what Mayor Tenma remembered.)
Fulbright:
Too bad you can't go ask him now, 'cause Prosecutor Blackquill's busy questioning him. I know! Why don't you wait down at the playground with the rest of the kids? Ha ha.
Athena:
What now, Apollo?
Apollo:
How about regrouping back at the agency?
Athena:
Good idea. We might get some words of wisdom out of Mr. Wright while we're there.
Detention Center, Yokai Lane, Kyubi Manor Garden or Kyubi Manor Foyer
Talk
Any ideas?
Athena:
So the crime scene was locked tight at the time. Ugh, this is a tough one.
Apollo:
The only people in that locked room were the deceased -- the alderman -- and the mayor.
Athena:
Maybe the killer hid somewhere in that room.
Apollo:
But is there really anywhere to hide in the Fox Chamber?
The trial
Athena:
That was quite a day in court. The news just can't stop talking about how the demon Tenma Taro made an appearance!
Apollo:
There's never an exorcist around when you need one.
Athena:
Well, I heard the judge actually held an exorcism in his courtroom after that.
Apollo:
Good. Let's hope it's the last we'll see of that pain-in-the-neck yokai.
Athena:
I don't know. I have a feeling Tenma Taro could exorcise an exorcist.
Apollo:
As an attorney defending a demon, I know exactly how that feels.
Present
Amazing Nine-Tails Mask
Athena:
I can't believe Alderman Kyubi was The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Apollo:
Hmm, maybe that's why the killer targeted him. His popularity among the anti-merger faction would have been a major obstacle.
Athena:
Yeah... Maybe the alderman felt threatened, and that's why he had to disguise himself.
Jinxie's Statement
Athena:
Do you think the Tenma Taro Jinxie saw was the real killer?
Apollo:
Hmm... It's hard to say at this point.
Athena:
But if that's not our killer, then what was it doing in the manor?
Apollo:
...Maybe it just wanted to use the bathroom.
Athena:
Huh?! I've heard of monsters in the closet and under the bed. They're in the bathroom, too?!
Apollo:
No, what I'm saying is the Tenma Taro Jinxie saw was someone dressed up like a yokai. I mean, there is no such thing as monsters in the bathroom. People on the other hand...
Athena:
Oh, I get it. That was your attempt at a joke. Ha ha, very funny...
Apollo:
(For someone so competitive and smart, she sure get some crazy ideas.)
April 18Wright Anything Agency
Apollo:
Maybe I'll... go read over some past cases...
Athena:
And I'll... go do some research on exorcisms...
Trucy:
Hey, what's with you guys? You seem bummed out.
Apollo:
How should I put this? It's like we're at the edge of a cliff and the only way is down.
Trucy:
In other words, business as usual, right?
Apollo:
Yeah, I suppose so. Except this time, it's like we're bound and gagged, too.
Athena:
Don't forget blindfolded with our ears plugged up...
Trucy:
Ooh, and monsters at every turn, huh? Sounds rough...
???:
Hey, Apollo. Oh, and Athena's here, too.
Athena:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
How goes the investigation, Apollo, Athena?
Athena:
I think it's safe to say that things have gotten hairier than before.
Phoenix:
Really? What happened?
Talk
Our defense
Phoenix:
I was watching the two of you this morning from the gallery. That was one tough day in court, to say the least.
Apollo:
I know. I've never had to defend a yokai before.
Phoenix:
That business about the locked room was another major hurdle.
Athena:
Yeah, and on top of that, Jinxie was accused of being an accomplice!
Phoenix:
But at least you figured out how someone could have escaped the Forbidden Chamber.
Apollo:
Yeah, well, we just found out that our reasoning might be a tad... flawed.
Phoenix:
Oh, really? Well, that's... bad news.
Athena:
How are we going to get out of this one...?
Phoenix:
The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles.
Athena:
Force... a smile?
Phoenix:
Yeah. My mentor taught me that back when I was still learning the trade. She... also taught me to return to the basics whenever I got stuck.
Apollo:
Return to the basics?
Phoenix:
That's right. Always believe in your client, no matter what happens. That is a lawyer's greatest and most trusted weapon.
Apollo:
The basics... (Always believe in your client, huh...)
You and Athena
Apollo:
So, Mr. Wright, how long have you known Athena?
Phoenix:
I met her during a trip to Europe.
Apollo:
Huh!? Y-You were in Europe? (Why haven't I heard about this before?)
Phoenix:
Yeah, I went there a few times to study the various legal systems over there.
Apollo:
Oh, okay... Er, wait a minute. I thought you worked as a pianist after you quit practicing law.
Phoenix:
I did, but an old friend of mine needed help with some legal work from time to time, so...
Apollo:
Oh, I guess you were never very far from the courtroom, then.
Athena:
It was like fate brought us together! It's thanks to Mr. Wright that I became a lawyer at all.
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. I knew she was lawyer material from the moment I met her. And I have high hopes for her ability to analyze people's emotions.
Athena:
Aww, it's nothing special.
Apollo:
(Hmm... Maybe I've underestimated that analytical psychology of hers.)
Athena:
It's just, I thought that if my special ability could help defend innocent people... ...then I had to do everything in my power to bring it to the courtroom! That's when I really started hitting the books hard!
Phoenix:
I'm still amazed she actually became a lawyer. And at the tender age of 18, no less.
Apollo:
Wow, that's almost superhuman. (Or personal -- like she [sic] trying to help somebody she knows.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Your attorney's badge, huh... I used to show mine to everyone, too.
Apollo:
Why?
Phoenix:
You know, I never really thought about it. But I could ask you the same question.
Apollo:
Me? Well, I guess you could say I show it because there's someone to show it to. ...Or something like that.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. When you say it like that, it sounds kind of... I don't know... philosophical?
Apollo:
Heh heh, I guess it does. (.........Or does it?)
Yokai Legend Scroll
Apollo:
Here's a little souvenir Trucy wanted you to have.
Phoenix:
Aww, how sweet! I know. I'll hang it in my office once the case is closed.
Apollo:
I don't know, it's pretty creepy looking. We don't want to freak our clients out.
Phoenix:
Hmm... You have a point there. Maybe you should hang it in your room, Apollo.
Apollo:
My room?! I don't want this thing in there!
Phoenix:
I don't want it, either. It has instant nightmare fuel written all over it.
Apollo:
Well, Trucy got it for you, so stop trying to pawn it off on me!
Phoenix:
You know... The more I look at it, the more I wonder if these are your distant relatives.
Apollo:
Hey... What's that supposed to mean?!
Crime Photo
Phoenix:
So the room was locked tight and the only people in there were the suspect and victim? I headed up a similar case a long time ago.
Apollo:
Really?!
Phoenix:
Not only that, the defendant was my assistant.
Apollo:
What?!
Phoenix:
And not only that, the prosecutor for that trial loved to swing her whip around in court.
Apollo:
A whip?!
Phoenix:
When I saw that whip... man, I thought it was all over.
Apollo:
Wait, your assistant getting accused of murder hadn't made you think that already...?
Anything else
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. You're getting good at this, Apollo. Remember, the way you present evidence in court can really have an impact on the trial. Hmm... But your elbow angle's a little off. It should really be more like this.
Apollo:
I-I'll be fine! I'll be more careful next time. Promise!
Athena:
All right! I'm totally pumped up after talking to you, Mr. Wright! It's like you said, the worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles!
Phoenix:
And don't forget to return to the basics whenever you get stuck.
Apollo:
(Keep believing in my client. Right!) Um, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Apollo:
I'm... I'm going to go visit our client again!
Phoenix:
I think that's a good idea.
Apollo:
(Alright, time to see what's new down at the Detention Center!)
April 18Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Athena:
Mayor Tenma, we wanted to talk to you about something!
Tenma:
Caw-shaaaaaaaaw!
Athena:
Eeek!
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! So, my minions have returned!
Athena:
Apollo, he still thinks he's a yokai!
Apollo:
I wonder if we'll ever be able to talk to Mayor Tenma again.
Tenma:
Silence, peddler of the legal trade! Free me from these imprisoning walls with great haste!
Athena:
Wow... He's sounding more and more like a real demon with every sentence. I'm starting to wonder if we should even be helping him win his freedom.
Apollo:
Still, we can't let Mayor Tenma stay possessed, you know what I mean?
Tenma:
If you can clear me of these charges, I shall help in whatever manner I may. Now, ask of me what you will!
Apollo:
I suppose it's worth a shot.
Talk
Feathers and tracks
Apollo:
Were those feathers and tracks at the scene of the crime really your doing?
Tenma:
Indeed! The remnants of Tenma Taro, King of the Underworld, they be! The day when I once again dominate the mortal world is at hand, caw caw-caw-caw!
Athena:
The prosecution claims the feathers and tracks were planted by Jinxie.
Tenma:
What's this?! I must breach these walls and go defend my little Jinxie at once!
Athena:
Huh? Mayor Tenma, is that you?
Tenma:
! ...Grr! Well, now! Damian appears to still reside within this body. But I should have expected as much from a descendent of mine! Be silent, now, Damian!
Apollo:
(I guess a little thing like demonic possession won't stop a father's love for his daughter.) You didn't kill Alderman Kyubi, did you?
Tenma:
I have killed no one! The remnants of my presence have been misconstrued. The murderer is not I! For if I had slain that mortal... ...raging hellfire would have consumed him, leaving naught but ash!
Apollo:
Yikes! ............S-So... S-So... you're saying, there must have been somebody else there? (Come to think of it, the mayor had mentioned that he'd been clubbed with this statue. I'd better ask about this, too.)
What you remembered
Apollo:
Detective Fulbright mentioned that you might have something new to tell me.
Tenma:
Indeed, I have. I regurgitated this key but a short while ago. Behold, the key to the Forbidden Chamber!
Apollo:
Whoa! Is regurgitation one of your demonic powers, too?!
Tenma:
Bah! I do not waste my powers on such parlor tricks! Take the key from the killer did Damian, whereupon he swallowed it. He sought to bar the killer entry to the Forbidden Chamber.
Apollo:
(So, he wanted to keep it shut tight?)
Tenma:
But no fingerprints shall you find upon that key.
Apollo:
How do you know that? ...Wait. Is THAT another one of your demonic powers, then?!
Tenma:
Foolish mortal! You would have me, Tenma Taro, act as some asinine alchemist?! I but asked the jailer and my will was done -- quite eagerly, I must add, caw caw-caw-caw!
Guard:
Always an honor to serve, Your Malevolence!
Apollo:
(Guess I'm not the only one he scares the living daylights out of.)
Athena:
Um, can we ask how you use this key? We couldn't find a keyhole anywhere in or around the door.
Tenma:
Curse that infernal door! But if I had known its manner of opening, long, long ago would I have made my return!
Athena:
He has a point there.
Apollo:
Maybe Jinxie knows something about how the whole thing works...
Forbidden Chamber Key added to the Court Record.
Present
Fox and Demon Statue (after clearing "Feathers and tracks" "Talk" option)
Tenma:
What, might I ask, is that?
Apollo:
This statue was found at the scene. Someone hit Mayor Tenma over the head with it. It had been wrapped in a large cloth before the alderman's murder.
Tenma:
Let me see whether Damian knows about such a thing... Hrmmm, yes... Something wrapped in just such a cloth does he recall. A secret gift from Alderman Kyubi it would seem. He, however, had not a chance to see it till now, for the cloth did conceal it.
Apollo:
Maybe the cloth fell off or was removed after the mayor was struck.
Tenma:
Hrmmm, of that Damian does not know.
Apollo:
(A secret gift? Interesting... Maybe Jinxie knows something about it...?)
Yokai Legend Scroll
Tenma:
Ages has it been since I've seen that. We often battled it out like this back in the day.
Athena:
I've been meaning to ask, which one of you was stronger?
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! That would be me, of course! For I am the demon lord of the yokai! Caw-shaaaaaaaaw!
Athena:
Yeah, but the Nine-Tailed Fox imprisoned you in--
Apollo:
Athena! Don't encourage him! It's already hard enough as it is.
Athena:
Aw, I just wanted to find out which one was really the strongest.
Special Edition Paper
Tenma:
Why, that is a photo of me soaring through the heavens. Hrmm, but look at my wing angle. It's all wrong.
Athena:
Wow, you're really a stickler for details.
Tenma:
I even gave a big smile for the camera... ...but so small am I in this shot that one can't even see it!
Apollo:
Never knew demons were so interested in how they're presented by the media.
Amazing Nine-Tails Glossy
Tenma:
Hrmmm... A descendent of old Nine-Tails, perhaps? It would seem he's doing quite well these days.
Apollo:
Yeah, he's a huge hit from kids all the way up to their grandparents.
Tenma:
Hrmmm... It seems I've been resting on my laurels for far too long. It is time I, too, debut in the mortal world and rekindle my struggle against that wily fox.
Athena:
That's the spirit! You can make your debut as soon as we get you that not-guilty verdict!
Tenma:
Then I had best return to top form! Pushups and sit-ups should do for now. Caw caw-caw!
Apollo:
(Is he planning a new career as a pro wrestler?!)
Anything else
Apollo:
Umm... I was hoping you'd take a look at this.
Tenma:
Hrmmm... An offering to me. Quite admirable. But the best thing you could offer me is to win me my freedom! Caw caw-caw-caw!
Apollo:
R-Right, right... I'll do my best!
After clearing all talk options and presenting Fox and Demon Statue:
Apollo:
(I should question him about the blackmail letter,  too. Let's see what he says when I show it to him.)
Present Blackmail Letter
Leads to:
"Why this--! This is that accursed blackmail letter that was sent to Damian."
Tenma:
Why this--! This is that accursed blackmail letter that was sent to Damian.
Apollo:
Apparently, somebody slipped it into the alderman's pocket. We believe someone, probably the killer, stole it from Mayor Tenma's briefcase. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! You have questions, do you? Very well, ask away, mortal!
Talk
Blackmail letter
Apollo:
Who placed this in the alderman's pocket?
Tenma:
Hrmmm. Very few were they who knew the letter was in Damian's briefcase.
Apollo:
So, whoever knew about the blackmail letter being in the mayor's briefcase... ...is a potential suspect in its theft and placement in the alderman's pocket.
Tenma:
Ah! Could it have been... HIS doing?!
Apollo:
Mr. Mayor, er... I mean, Mr. Taro! Did you just remember something?!
Tenma:
Indeed, I did. There was but one other who knew of that letter: Damian's aide Florent L'Belle. Full knowledge of that briefcase's contents did that aide possess.
Apollo:
Then he may be the blackmailer and the murderer we're looking for!
Tenma:
That is preposterous! He's a most trusted advisor. He would never betray Damian!
Athena:
It seems like Mayor Tenma is a bit too trusting of those around him.
Apollo:
(Still, this is HUGE! Now we know who might've slipped that blackmail letter in the alderman's pocket! Look out, Florent L'Belle, here comes Justice!)
Athena:
Let's go find Mr. L'Belle and rake him over the coals!
Apollo:
Thanks for the help. You've just given us a major lead!
Blackmail Letter updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
Hmm... There's something that still bothers me. If Mr. L'Belle is the killer... ...what could have motivated him to open the Forbidden Chamber?
Apollo:
We should probably search it for clues.
Athena:
Only one problem. How do you open a locked door that doesn't have a keyhole?
Apollo:
Let's go talk to Jinxie. Maybe she can help.
April 18Nine-Tails Vale - Yokai Lane
Apollo:
Hey, isn't that...?
Jinxie:
Grrr. You dare imprison me?
Athena:
Jinxie! She's... acting really strange.
Jinxie:
That loathsome, no-good Nine-Tailed Fox. He shall know the terror that is mine and despair. Grrr... Grrr. You shall pay. Oh, you shall pay dearly! ......All of you!
Apollo:
J-Jinxie, are you all right?
Jinxie:
! Eeeeeek!
Apollo:
Aaaah!
Jinxie:
Oh! Is that you, Mr. Demon Lawyer?
Apollo:
...Morning, Jinxie.
Jinxie:
Morning? Isn't it already past noon? And what am I doing here? Last I remember, I lay down to take a nap back at the manor. ......Oh, no! It must've been the Makuragaeshi!
Apollo:
Makura... gaeshi?
Jinxie:
Ever wake after a restless night's sleep to find your pillow in an unusual place... ...or that you've been sleeping on the floor or in the hallway? Well, it's that yokai's fault! The Makuragaeshi preys on people when they're asleep!
Apollo:
...It sounds like you just need to be tucked in really tight, or maybe a snug sleeping bag.
Athena:
Jinxie, how come you don't have any charms on your forehead?
Jinxie:
I don't? Oh, they must've fallen off. Without them, evil things can creep into me.
Apollo:
(I'd say we had a more than adequate demonstration of that just now...)
Jinxie:
I'd better reapply them.
Apollo:
Jinxie, there's something we wanted to ask you.
Jinxie:
Ah! There was something I wanted to tell you, too! I... I remembered something else!
Apollo:
You did? What was it?
Talk
What you remember
Apollo:
Jinxie, can you tell us what you remembered?
Jinxie:
Well, after the trial I remembered lots of stuff. But there was one thing I thought was really weird.
Apollo:
(I'm almost afraid to ask, but here goes...) Really? What?
Jinxie:
Um... It's about the yokai feathers and tracks. They weren't there when I first opened the door!
Apollo:
Wait, whaaat?! Are you sure?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. My memory's crystal clear now.
Apollo:
So, you're saying they were left at the crime scene after you found it?
Athena:
This could spell major trouble, Apollo.
Apollo:
Why?
Athena:
Because Jinxie is already accused of leaving the feathers and tracks at the scene. If they weren't there when she discovered the crime scene... ...it will totally fuel the claim that she fabricated the evidence later on.
Apollo:
Ack!
Athena:
Jinxie's fuzzy memory of the whole incident is really working against us. The prosecution will probably say she doesn't remember planting the evidence. Good luck rebutting that!
Apollo:
Oh, man, this is not good. (I sure hope she didn't plant the evidence while she was sleepwalking or something...)
The Forbidden Chamber
Apollo:
Jinxie, you wouldn't happen to know how to open the Forbidden Chamber, would you? That door doesn't even have a keyhole.
Jinxie:
Well, it's supposed to have a secret mechanism. They say you have to figure it out before the keyhole will appear.
Apollo:
A secret mechanism?! Really?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. It's hidden in the Fox Chamber. But only Alderman Kyubi knew what it was, and how it worked.
Apollo:
The alderman of Nine-Tails Vail [sic] sure loved his secrets.
Athena:
Apollo, let's go see if we can find that secret mechanism!
Apollo:
Whoa, slow down! There's something else I need to ask about. Jinxie, is there only one key to the Forbidden Chamber?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. Even the manor's master key won't open it. That's because it's a very special room... that must never be opened.
Apollo:
Guess that means nobody entered the Forbidden Chamber after the murder. After all, we know Mayor Tenma took the key from the killer and swallowed it, so...
Athena:
So the mayor's efforts to keep the killer out of the Forbidden Chamber... ...were not in vain!
Forbidden Chamber Key updated in the Court Record.
Present
Fox and Demon Statue
Jinxie:
Alderman Kyubi made that statue. It's a token of goodwill... ...I think it was meant to be for Nine-Tails Vale and Tenma Town.
Apollo:
A token of goodwill? But the two yokai are fighting.
Jinxie:
Fighting? Oh, I see what you mean! The cup portion is missing. This statue... ...originally depicted the two yokai holding up a cup in celebration. But it sure doesn't look that way now, does it?
Apollo:
Maybe it broke when it was used to hit Mayor Tenma on the head.
Jinxie:
That would explain it. I guess the only two people who knew what it really looked like were the alderman and I. Now it's just me, but its symbol of goodwill will be forever etched in my mind!
Fox and Demon Statue updated in the Court Record.
After clearing all talk options and presenting Fox and Demon Statue:
Apollo:
So... is there anything else we should know about, Jinxie?
Jinxie:
...No... That's about it...
Apollo:
Ack! (My bracelet! It's reacting!) Jinxie, you wouldn't happen to be--
Fulbright:
In justice we trust!
Apollo:
Yikes!
Jinxie:
Eek! A ghost!
Fulbright:
Argh!
Apollo:
Detective Fulbright! What are you doing here?
Fulbright:
I have business with this young lady, if you must know. Prosecutor Blackquill has asked me to question her.
Jinxie:
Question me? ...Sorry, not interested.
Apollo:
Are you here to ask about that whole yokai affair?
Fulbright:
That's right. Specifically, we want to ask-- Ah, but I can't tell you that, now can I? Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Athena:
Oh, come on, please? We're partners in justice, right?
Fulbright:
No no, Prosecutor Blackquill specifically told me, my questions were of the utmost justice. I will not fall for your lies! In justice we trust!
Apollo:
The Twisted Samurai sure has him on a short leash.
Jinxie:
So you're not a ghost? Maybe some sort of urban troll, then?
Fulbright:
Now, come along, Ms. Tenma. To the station with you!
Athena:
He took her away.
Apollo:
(Missed my chance to see what she was lying about.)
Athena:
Well, at least we found out there's a secret mechanism for opening the chamber! Let's go check it out!
Apollo:
I just hope they let us in now.
April 18Kyubi Manor - Garden
L'Belle:
Oh, what an absolutely FABULOUS scent! I'm SO glad I had these carnations imported from England. Nothing but the FINEST will do. Perhaps I should place one aside for our DEARLY departed alderman.
Athena:
Hey, it's Mr. L'Belle! Apollo, let's ask him about you-know-what!
Apollo:
(Oh yeah, before we search the Fox Chamber we should ask about the blackmail letter.)
L'Belle:
Why, if it isn't the mayor's little lawyers. What do YOU want with ME?
Apollo:
Oh, um, there's something we wanted to ask... (Where's that ringing coming from?)
L'Belle:
You'll HAVE to excuse me. ...Hello? L'Belle here.
Apollo:
What the--?! (Those things on his shoulders are cell phones?!)
L'Belle:
...Yes, about that. You MUST forgive me! This WHOLE matter with Mayor Tenma has been a COMPLETE nightmare.
Athena:
......Where do you buy clothes like that?
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Surprised? This is my OWN special design. It's the ULTIMATE in functional beauty.
Apollo:
Functional beauty? Are you sure about that? Looks a bit unwieldy to me. Ack!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! You simply don't have an eye for beauty.
Apollo:
(...If having an eye for beauty means looking like this guy, I'd rather be blind.)
L'Belle:
So, what DO you want with ME?
Talk
Did you see Tenma Taro?
Apollo:
Both Jinxie and Mr. Filch said they saw Tenma Taro. But what about you, Mr. L'Belle? If you were there in the foyer, why didn't you see-- Ack!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Very well, I ADMIT it. That's right! I, Florent L'Belle, SAW the demon Tenma Taro!
Apollo:
Hmm... (So he did see something.) Then why did you lie about not seeing him?
L'Belle:
I was SIMPLY trying to protect dear little Jinxie.
Apollo:
Protect Jinxie? What do you mean?
L'Belle:
Why, don't TELL me you haven't heard of that strange little HABIT of hers?
Apollo:
Which one are we talking about...?
L'Belle:
The ONE where she wanders around making mischief without knowing WHAT she's doing! Rumor has it she's possessed by Tenma Taro.
Apollo:
That one's new to me.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Well, THERE you have it! Anytime you HEAR about a Tenma Taro sighting... ...little Jinxie should be your PRIME suspect.
Athena:
Tell us more about that rumor!
Rumor about Jinxie (appears after "Did you see Tenma Taro?")
Apollo:
So, what was that rumor about Jinxie?
L'Belle:
They say she's possessed. Not ALL the time, of course. It hits suddenly, then she starts WANDERING around doing strange THINGS.
Apollo:
I-Is that so...? (Although, come to think of it...)
Jinxie:
That loathsome, no-good Nine-Tailed Fox. He shall know the terror that is mine and despair.
Apollo:
(That certainly would explain how she was acting earlier.)
L'Belle:
Once, she EVEN put on a Tenma Taro costume and wandered around the woods at night.
Apollo:
She did?
Anime cutscene
Jinxie:
Ugh. Beware you who sealed me away.
Apollo:
(Ugh. I wish I'd never asked.)
Athena:
Does she remember anything while she's possessed?
L'Belle:
Unfortunately, no. She doesn't seem to remember a THING during these EPISODES.
Athena:
Memory loss during possession... Hmm...
L'Belle:
Come to think of it, her MEMORY of the MURDER scene was QUITE fuzzy. I suppose THAT, too, was caused by her possession.
Apollo:
.........Ah! Then maybe--
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! So you DO understand! That whole yokai business was ENTIRELY of her own making!
Apollo:
Now wait a minute! (Although... that yokai evidence wasn't there until after she discovered the crime scene... Did she leave those black feathers and strange tracks there herself?)
Athena:
Apollo, let's ask Mayor Tenma about Jinxie's episodes the next time we talk with him!
Present
Jinxie's Statement
Apollo:
Jinxie thinks she saw Tenma Taro near the scene of the crime.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! That little dear is ALWAYS talking such nonsense. After all, she's ALWAYS calling you a red demon, is she not?
Apollo:
Gngh!
L'Belle:
Plus, she has the nerve to call ME of all people a yokai! She even has a name for me: Baron Powder Face! Pffft! I've NEVER been so insulted!
Apollo:
(How could anyone look at him and NOT think monster?)
L'Belle:
Now, if she had named me the BEAUTIFUL Baron Powder Face, I could've forgiven her.
Apollo:
Wait, THAT's your sticking point?!
Blackmail Letter
L'Belle:
WHAT is THAT?
Apollo:
It's the blackmail letter, but it wasn't sent to Alderman Kyubi. It was sent to Mayor Tenma.
L'Belle:
AND? ......Your point BEING?
Apollo:
Someone took the letter from the mayor's briefcase... ...and then placed it in the alderman's pocket after he was murdered.
L'Belle:
Oh, you don't say...
Apollo:
You wouldn't happen to be the one who made the switch, would you? After all, you're the only one who knew that the blackmail letter was in his briefcase... ...so, naturally, you-- Ack!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! PERHAPS that shot of cologne will MAKE those scales FALL from your eyes!
Apollo:
Or my eyes fall from their sockets.
L'Belle:
Is it possible that you would like to FRAME me as a potential SUSPECT? What would MAKE you raise such an OUTRAGEOUS allegation in the first place?
Apollo:
Oh, uh, well...
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! My ONLY crime is being born as BEAUTIFUL as you see here! In other words, YOU have NOTHING! Now, let me show you what to DO with this garbage!
Apollo:
Ahhh! You can't destroy evidence like that!
L'Belle:
What do you mean I CAN'T? I just DID, ah ha ha ha! Feel a little lighter now?
Apollo:
(You've just won a one-way trip to the top of my "most annoying people ever" list, buddy.)
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Blackmail Letter:
L'Belle:
Are we done with your SILLY questions now? I'm a VERY busy man, you know.
Apollo:
*sigh* (I guess that's it for now.)
L'Belle:
Hello, L'Belle speaking! ...Really? You wish to carry MY new product at YOUR store? Oh, but I'm afraid it's my own PRIVATE brand. It's NOT available to the public. ...What? Then I 
shouldn't advertise it on TV? But I DON'T understand. As THE embodiment of beauty, it is my duty to announce my good looks to the world!
Apollo:
......... (Stop the bus. I'm getting off.)
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! EVERYONE wants my EXCLUSIVE "Je suis L'Belle!" brand products! It's the crown jewel of MY collection, born of my LONG, RELENTLESS pursuit of beauty! But now that it's become SO popular, it's been an ABSOLUTE nightmare!
Apollo:
You don't say.
L'Belle:
Well, they CAN'T have it! It's just for ME! It's not meant for you PEASANTS.
Apollo:
Peasants?
L'Belle:
This is my LATEST product! I'm calling it "Couleur Me L'Belle!" A DAZZLING hair color that you can wash out with just water!
Apollo:
(Guess that means you can't sweat.)
L'Belle:
I have SEVEN colors in all. You can find out more in my commercials and magazine ads.
Apollo:
(...Yet, it's not available to the public? Great sales strategy there, genius.)
Athena:
Come to think of it, Mr. L'Belle... ...your hair color's changed since the last time we met.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! The little lady has QUITE the discerning eye! Here's a little sample. Consider it a gift for one who TRULY appreciates beauty.
Athena:
Oh, uh... Apollo, what should I do?
Apollo:
Better take it before you get a face full of cologne.
Athena:
Good point. ...Wow, thanks, Mr. L'Belle.
Couleur Me L'Belle! Added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Okay, let's head over to the Fox Chamber.
Apollo:
We've still gotta find the secret mechanism for opening the Forbidden Chamber.
Present
Couleur Me L'Belle!
L'Belle:
Dazzling hair color that you can wash out with water. Isn't it magnificent?
Athena:
What if you start to sweat? Won't that wash the color out, too?
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! I assure you, Florent L'Belle, embodiment of beauty, does NOT sweat!
Apollo:
Then what about rain? Even if you don't sweat, you never know when it might-- Ack!
L'Belle:
Pffft! Peasants like YOU fail to GRASP the truth. Rain and other forces of nature draw back in awe of my beauty!
Apollo:
(Sure they're not being repelled back by your narcissism?)
Before clearing all Talk options and presenting Blackmail Letter at Kyubi Manor - Garden:
April 18
Kyubi Manor - Fox Chamber
Policeman:
Hey, we're trying to conduct an investigation here! Come back later once we're done.
Apollo:
*sigh* (Oh, well. Guess we'll have to find a way to kill some time.)
Athena:
Let's go talk to Mr. L'Belle while we wait. 
Apollo:
Okay, there was something I wanted to ask him, anyway.
Policeman:
If you're looking for Mayor Tenma's aide, I saw him in the garden earlier. We won't be here much longer. Go keep that narcissist company in the meantime.
Apollo:
*sigh*
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Blackmail Letter at Kyubi Manor - Garden:
April 18Kyubi Manor - Fox Chamber
Apollo:
Okay, let's find that secret mechanism for opening the Forbidden Chamber.
Athena:
Ooh, this is so exciting! I can't wait to see how it works! But do you really think the killer entered the Forbidden Chamber?
Apollo:
We'll just have to open it to find out.
Athena:
We should also see if there was anywhere the killer could've hid in this room! Okay, let's get started. ¡Apúrate, Apollo, Apúrate!
Examine
Forbidden Chamber door
Apollo:
Still no keyhole, huh.
Athena:
Yeah, and the door won't budge, just like those spiky bangs of yours.
Apollo:
Well, all it takes is some water, but I don't think that would work on the door.
Athena:
Oh, I know! I'll break it down with a body slam!
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. I seriously doubt you could do that.
Athena:
Tsk, how do you know if I haven't even tried?!
Apollo:
No, wait, don't!
Athena:
Aaaagh...
Apollo:
(As much as you hate losing, Athena, I think the door would win this match...)
Outline on table
Athena:
Maybe the killer hid under this table!
Apollo:
That would be a terrible hiding place. The alderman's body would've been right above.
Athena:
Hmm, maybe you're right. Guess the underside is a bit... Wait, there's something under the table.
Apollo:
Let's check it out.
Cup under table
Apollo:
Hey, look! There's something down here!
Athena:
It looks like a piece of something. Only question is, a piece of what?
Apollo:
Hmm... Oh, I know! It might be a piece of this statue. Remember what Jinxie said? The statue originally depicted two yokai holding up a cup. It was a symbol of goodwill.
Athena:
So, this piece broke off and rolled under the table?
Fox and Demon Statue updated in the Court Record.
Cup under table (second time)
Apollo:
What have we here... It's the piece that broke off of this statue. 
Athena:
You think it broke off when the mayor was clobbered on the head?
Apollo:
I'd say that's the most likely explanation.
Fox statues
Apollo:
There's a carving of the Nine-Tailed Fox over the door and statues of him on either side. The way those two statues are glaring, it's like they're guarding the door from us. Come to think of it, there are two foxes on the folding screen as well. It can't be a coincidence, can it...?
Athena:
Hey, this statue moves!
Apollo:
Don't get carried away, now. I mean, who knows? It might trigger a trap.
Athena:
Heh heh. I can handle it. If a spear comes shooting my way, I'll snatch it out of the air! After all, I have the reflexes of a regular karate kid!
Apollo:
(I guess if you can catch something that fast out of mid-air, you can accomplish anything. Still... There might be something to the fact that these fox statues rotate. Maybe there's something around here that shows the position they should be in.)
Feathers and tracks
Athena:
Look at all these feathers...
Apollo:
...And bloody tracks, too.
Athena:
Then we have Jinxie and Mr. Filch's eyewitness reports...
Apollo:
...And a newspaper photo.
Athena:
Our yokai's definitely not the shy type, that's for sure!
Apollo:
(This is bad! Mayor Tenma is scary enough without people thinking he's a yokai!)
Overturned chair
Apollo:
I don't think we'll find anything else on this chair.
Fox Chamber door (right side)
Athena:
I just remembered this mystery novel I once read. The murder occurred in a locked room... ...and the perpetrator made sure to hide behind the room's door when it was opened. Then, when no one was looking, he made his escape.
Apollo:
A clever trick, but it would've been impossible in this case. See this broken tanuki statue here? The door must've banged into it when it was opened.
Athena:
Oh, I get it. The killer couldn't have been there because of the statue.
Fox Chamber door (left side)
Apollo:
Better take a look behind this door, too... Oh, look. The doorknob banged into the wall. Made a big dent, too. That wouldn't have happened if the killer had been hiding there.
Athena:
Right... I guess that rules out the old hide-behind-the-door trick.
Air vent
Athena:
There really is no escaping here through the air duct.
Apollo:
And here we went through all the trouble of bringing a ladder to check it out.
Athena:
That's not a ladder, Apollo. It's a stepladder.
Apollo:
What's the difference? They both have the word ladder in them.
Athena:
What's the difference...? ............ Oh, I know! Let's play rock, paper, scissors to decide who's right!
Apollo:
You're way too competitive. And it's not even related to the original issue, either!
Window
Apollo:
There's a cliff outside this window. Makes it pretty impossible to get out this way.
Athena:
When I hear things like that, it just makes me want to try! Never say never, right? I bet I could get out this way. Hrrrgh!
Apollo:
No, wait! Do you have a death wish or something?!
Athena:
Tsk, it won't even open wide enough for me to squeeze through! Guess I lost that bet.
Apollo:
That loss just saved your life.
Statue next to armchair
Athena:
This statue originally depicted the two yokai holding up a cup in a gesture of goodwill.
Apollo:
Maybe Alderman Kyubi was planning on smoothing things over with Mayor Tenma.
Athena:
But he was murdered instead... ...by somebody who intervened.
Apollo:
The mayor was only pursuing the municipal merger because he'd been blackmailed. Who knows? If this murder hadn't occurred, maybe they could've come up with a solution.
Folding screen (front)
Apollo:
Two foxes standing back to back are depicted on this elegant folding screen. Could this have something to do with the keyhole? Hmm... Wait a minute... Two foxes... There are two fox statues in front of the Forbidden Chamber as well. 
Athena:
Maybe the keyhole will appear if we do something to this folding screen. Hmm... But I don't see anything unusual about it.
Apollo:
Well, it does have two foxes on it, and there are two fox statues in front of the door.
Athena:
Then maybe there's a clue somewhere in this room. Let's turn the whole place upside down!
Apollo:
(She's as excited as a kid in a candy store.)
(Examining folding screen, cup under table, Forbidden Chamber door and fox statues leads to:)
Athena:
Well, I can't think of anywhere else to look. You find anything, Apollo? We'll never find the keyhole to the Forbidden Chamber at this rate.
Apollo:
There's something about that folding screen. You know how those fox statues in front of the Forbidden Chamber move? That screen might be a clue as to how we're supposed to position them or something.
Athena:
Hey, I bet you're right! Let's go over that screen with a fine-toothed comb!
Examine folding screen
Apollo:
On closer inspection... ...I think there's more to this screen than meets the eye.
Athena:
Let's check every last inch of it!
Apollo:
Tap and slide on the bottom screen to rotate the folding screen. I can also tap on something of interest to inspect it further.
Athena:
You can also zoom in and out to get a better look. Now, let's check every last inch of it!
Front
Apollo:
Hey, doesn't it look like the picture here has been cut off on both ends?
Athena:
Hmm, now that you mention it...
Apollo:
It looks like there are supposed to be doors on both ends, but they're cut in half.
Athena:
Maybe those doors symbolize the Forbidden Chamber's door.
Apollo:
Yeah... It definitely feels like something significant, but the question is, what?
Keyhole picture on back
Apollo:
What's this? Looks like a keyhole or something.
Athena:
You think it could be the keyhole to the Forbidden Chamber?
Apollo:
No, it's just a picture.
Athena:
Still, you know what they say: a picture's worth a thousand words.
Keyhole picture on back (after examining key picture)
Apollo:
What's this? Looks like a keyhole or something.
Athena:
You think it could be the keyhole to the Forbidden Chamber?
Apollo:
Wait, what about that key drawn on the end of the screen? You think the two are related?
Leads to:
"A key and a keyhole? Ooh, I just got an idea!"
Key picture on back
Apollo:
It's a picture of a key. Hmm, that shape looks awfully familiar. Oh, I know! It's shaped like the Forbidden Chamber's key.
Athena:
Hmm... We're definitely getting warmer...
Apollo:
Okay, let's take an ever closer look.
Key picture on back (after examining keyhole picture)
Apollo:
It's a picture of a key. Hmm, that shape looks awfully familiar. Oh, I know! It's shaped like the Forbidden Chamber's key. Hmm... Wait! What about that keyhole drawn on the center of the screen? You think the two are related?
Leads to:
"A key and a keyhole? Ooh, I just got an idea!"
Athena:
A key and a keyhole? Ooh, I just got an idea! If we folded the screen up just right, the key and keyhole should overlap!
Apollo:
Hey, I think you're right!
Athena:
Let's give it a try!
Apollo:
Look, a door!
Athena:
Yeah, and it's open, too!
Apollo:
The two foxes are now facing each other, so... Hey, what if we made those fox statues face each other?!
Athena:
Apollo! Let's go check out the two statues!
Apollo:
Okay! Help me move the two statues so they face each other -- just like on the screen. Look! A lock appeared!
Athena:
Now we can use that key!
Apollo:
Okay, here goes nothing!
Apollo:
...It worked!
Athena:
Time to see why this chamber's so forbidden!
Apollo:
What secrets could it hold, I wonder...?
April 18Kyubi Manor - Forbidden Chamber
*creeeeeeeeeak* *thud*
Apollo:
These doors need some serious oil.
Athena:
Aaah! That was like nails on a chalkboard!
Apollo:
Oh, right. Forgot about those super good ears of yours. Look, more feathers...
Athena:
Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
What the heck is that...? ...Is that a Tenma Taro... statue? But there's... something odd about it.
Athena:
Ugh... All I know is I don't like it, but I can't explain why.
Apollo:
You okay, Athena? You look kinda pale. You're not scared, are you?
Athena:
What, of this thing? Don't make me laugh, heh heh.
Apollo:
Really? ......Hey, look!
Athena:
Wh-What?! What is it?!
Apollo:
Over there on the left. There's a bunch of staffs on that rack. They kinda look like the staff we saw earlier...
Athena:
You mean the one Jinxie said she saw Tenma Taro carrying?
Apollo:
Yeah. I bet our Tenma Taro impersonator really did come in here at some point.
Athena:
Well? What are we waiting for? Let's search the place!
Examine
Tenma Taro statue
Apollo:
Whoa, that's one big statue. Must be something like fifteen feet tall. And look! THIS Tenma Taro has a staff! But the Tenma Taro in the scroll didn't have one.
Athena:
Hmm... I wonder why.
Apollo:
I feel like this could be significant, but why...? Let's take a closer look. First, to go around this table here...
Athena:
Ah! Apollo, are you sure that's a good idea?
Apollo:
Hey, it looks like there's some sort of compartment in the base of the statue.
Athena:
Don't open it! Who knows what might be in there!
Apollo:
It's just a big empty compartment. And from all the dust and cobwebs... ...I'd say it hasn't been opened in a really long time.
Athena:
That's enough, Apollo. Let's shut it and--
Apollo:
Wait, there IS something in here! Looks like some sort of figure. But it's so dusty, I can't tell what it's supposed to be. Wonder what it's doing here.
Forbidden Chamber Figure added to the Court Record.
Tenma Taro statue (subsequent times)
Athena:
This statue's probably twice as tall as Prosecutor Blackquill.
Apollo:
(Yeah, and he towers over me as it is.)
Athena:
It's like if you took something really scary, like a spider, and made it fifteen feet tall.
Apollo:
A fifteen-foot tall spider?!
Athena:
What? I was just exaggerating for dramatic effect.
Apollo:
Well, Prosecutor Blackquill may be scary, but a fifteen-foot spider is utterly terrifying!
Scroll
Apollo:
Looks like an old scroll... and there's something drawn on it! Unless I'm mistaken, it looks like an old guy... Some sort of monk, maybe?
Athena:
A monk? What are you talking about?
Apollo:
You know, people that take walks in the mountains as a form of spiritual training...
Athena:
Wouldn't that just be a hiker?
Apollo:
The guy in this picture doesn't look like he's doing it for fun, Athena.
Athena:
Hmm... Oh look, there's some yellow... thing strapped to his back.
Apollo:
Whoa! It's turning into Tenma Taro!
Athena:
What's this scroll getting at? Is this how Tenma Taro was born?
Apollo:
Well, whatever it is, it's definitely creepy.
Scroll (subsequent times)
Apollo:
The yellow thing the one guy had transformed into Tenma Taro!
Athena:
Hmm... Or maybe the picture's showing Tenma Taro getting caught in a yokai trap. I bet that yellow thing is a trap to catch the demon before he ravages the entire mountain!
Apollo:
I highly doubt yokai are things you can catch like a bear or wild boar.
Athena:
Then maybe that yellow thing is some leftovers that didn't get put in the fridge. They got all gross and moldy and out popped Tenma Taro!
Apollo:
You have a really active imagination. First off, they probably didn't have fridges back then... ...and second, we'd be swimming in yokai if they spawned that easily.
Athena:
Okay, Mr. Smarty-Pants, what is it, then?
Apollo:
Oh, umm... That yellow thing could've been a bomb containing Tenma Taro. And the old guys were terrorists who used yokai to further their cause.
Athena:
...Apollo, if I have an active imagination, yours is hyperactive.
Feathers
Apollo:
Black feathers... They looks exactly like the ones in the Fox Chamber.
Athena:
That means the killer must've been in here at some point. The question is, why?
Apollo:
Maybe... Maybe the Tenma Taro costume was hidden here. I mean... ...if someone carried it through the manor, it would've stuck out like a sore thumb.
Athena:
But when did the killer get in here? The mayor snatched the Forbidden Chamber key when the killer hit him on the head. That means the killer could've only gotten in here before the murder.
Apollo:
Wow, this is one tough riddle, all right.
Lanterns
Apollo:
A stone lantern...
Athena:
Like those Japanese garden lamps? Where's the switch?
Apollo:
Lamps like these are lit by fire not electricity, so there is no switch.
Athena:
Oh, here it is!
Apollo:
Whaaat?!
Athena:
It was hidden out of sight.
Apollo:
...I see Tenma Taro's cell has been outfitted with all the amenities a yokai could want.
Air vent
Apollo:
Oh, look. There's an air vent here, too.
Athena:
I guess even forbidden chambers need proper ventilation.
Apollo:
Hmm... But I don't think anyone could reach this one, either.
Athena:
Yeah, and there's nothing to stand on around here. I wonder where this vent leads.
Apollo:
Well, the Fox Chamber's vent didn't branch this way, so...
Athena:
Maybe it doesn't have anything to do with this care, after all.
Staves
Apollo:
Hey, there's a bunch of staves here. And it looks like one's missing. The Tenma Taro Jinxie saw must've taken it.
Athena:
I'd have to agree. These look like the one Detective Fulbright showed us.
Apollo:
Why do you think there are so many here?
Athena:
Maybe they're spares. Tenma Taro might be, you know, absent-minded or something. But the fact that he has spare staves handy, well... ...it shows that he's aware of his faults, and is trying to deal with them. Or at least that's my take on it.
Apollo:
(Maybe this will remind her to deal with her own faults. But I won't hold my breath.)
Staves (subsequent times)
Athena:
These look like the staff Detective Fulbright showed us.
Apollo:
That must mean that the Tenma Taro Jinxie saw... ...took this staff from here. I wonder what all these staves are doing here in the first place.
Gravestone
Apollo:
Looks like a gravestone or something.
Athena:
It reads, "Here lies Tenma Taro, Age 80. Cause of death: Choked on a chicken bone."
Apollo:
*gasp!* Say it ain't so! ...Besides, that sounds more like an autopsy report than an epitaph, if you ask me. Wait, you're joking around because you're scared! It's your coping mechanism!
Athena:
I'm n-not scared!
Widget:
Freak-out central! Right here, baby!
Athena:
Cut it out, Widget!
Apollo:
(Denial is strong in this one.)
Hand cream on floor
Apollo:
What's this? Whatever it is, the packaging is really gaudy. And the fact that there's no dust on it means it hasn't been here very long.
Athena:
Oh! It's hand cream. Let's see what brand it is......... "Je suis L'Belle!"?!
Apollo:
L'Belle?! (What the--?!) But then, wouldn't that mean Mr. L'Belle was here?
Athena:
I guess so... but why?
Apollo:
Well, whoever was dressed up like Tenma Taro... ...must have taken a staff from here in the Forbidden Chamber. And that same person probably dropped this hand cream at that time.
Athena:
In other words, the Tenma Taro impersonator we're looking for is none other than...
Apollo:
...Florent L'Belle! This might be a big break for us in court tomorrow.
Athena:
Now all we have to do is get the truth out of Mayor Tenma!
Hand Cream added to the Court Record.
Hand cream on floor (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Mr. L'Belle's private brand of hand cream. He must've been here in the Forbidden Chamber at some point.
Athena:
This could be the big break we need.
Athena:
Guess that about wraps it up. What now?
Apollo:
We should probably talk to some of the witnesses again.
Athena:
You mean like Mr. Filch... and Jinxie?
Apollo:
Yeah. I really want to ask Mr. Filch about the village superstitions and Tenma Taro.
Talk
Any ideas?
Apollo:
Any good ideas yet, Athena?
Athena:
Good ideas? You bet I do! Umm... Well, there's that thing.
Apollo:
Thing? What thing? ............
Athena:
............ Ugh, you saw right through me, didn't you?!
Apollo:
Huh? You mean you really have nothing for me?
Athena:
No, sorry! I just got a little carried away!
Apollo:
(Oh, boy. Bluffing is obviously not her strength.)
The real culprit
Apollo:
Seems we finally have the real killer in our sights. The only person to threaten Mayor Tenma, push for the municipal merger...
Athena:
...And to be identified at the manor disguised as Tenma Taro... ...is none other than Mayor Tenma's aide, Florent L'Belle! We're in for a fight tomorrow! Let's banish Tenma Taro, both literally and figuratively!
Apollo:
Yeah! We'll be fine between the two of us! We'll send that yokai packing, along with that twisted samurai of a prosecutor!
Widget:
Let's do this!
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
Any ideas?
Trucy:
I was shocked to hear a demon appeared at your trial.
Apollo:
You were shocked? I was the one questioning him!
Trucy:
Wish you would've called me in.
Apollo:
Really? You would've come to my rescue?
Trucy:
With a demon like that, your tightrope-style of defense... and my magic tricks, we would've had it all. We could've been The Three Great Illusions! The audience would've been in the palm of our hand!
Apollo:
I'd settle for convincing the judge with some solid evidence.
What to do
Trucy:
It's everyone's favorite, Trucy's Two Cents! Go ahead, ask me anything!
Apollo:
My client has turned into a demon. I don't know what he's thinking, and I have no idea what to do.
Trucy:
Hmm, I think this calls for... placing yourself in the other person's shoes. In other words, think of what it's like to be a demon. That should be easy for you, Polly!
Apollo:
Right... Okay, here goes.........
Jinxie:
Eeeeeek! A red demon!
Apollo:
Aaaaaaugh!
Jinxie:
Return to the black pit from whence you were spawned!
Apollo:
It ain't easy being a demon, that's for sure.
Trucy:
Hm?
Kyubi Manor - Fox Chamber
Examine
Fox statues
Apollo:
So, the fox statues are part of the keyhole mechanism.
Athena:
Let's try moving them around. Maybe something will happen!
Apollo:
But what if it's a trap. Who knows? The ceiling might come crashing down.
Athena:
Oh, will you relax? If it comes to that, I'll just dash out of the way!
Apollo:
Yeah, but what about me?!
Folding screen
Apollo:
I would've never guessed the screen was the clue to the keyhole mechanism. That alderman sure was an interesting guy. 
Athena:
I'll say! Makes me want to implement a secret locking mechanism into the office door!
Apollo:
What, are you planning to turn it into a Forbidden Chamber II or something?
Athena:
If I were, I'd need a demon to imprison...
Apollo:
Ha ha, very funny. But no, I'm not going to imprison myself.
April 18Kyubi Manor - Foyer
Filch:
It's the curse, the curse! The curse of Tenma Taro!
Athena:
Eek!
Filch:
You outsiders are ignoring them superstitions at OUR peril! Mind yer own business, will ya?!
Apollo:
Aagh! Youch! What's all this about a curse?
Filch:
Tenma Taro's gonna curse us all 'less ya stop sticking yer nose where it don't belong! Stop the investigation! Listen to what them superstitions say!
Athena:
Right... Umm... How about obeying the law... before you go obeying the superstitions?
Filch:
Huh?
Athena:
Hey, what are you doing with Widget around your neck? He's mine! You know better than to go around stealing people's stuff like that!
Apollo:
The same goes for my bracelet!
Filch:
S-S-Sorry, sorry! I promise I won't do it again!
Athena:
Tsk, he almost kidnapped my sweet, little Widget.
Widget:
The big jerk!
Filch:
I'm sorrrryyyy!
Apollo:
*sigh* I guess you can't teach an old raccoon dog new tricks. (As long as we have him here, I guess we should ask him about what happened.)
Talk
Stealing
Athena:
I can't believe you did that! It's one thing to steal a pair of shoes, but to steal Widget!
Widget:
Grrr!
Filch:
Yiiipes! Mercy, mercy! I can't seem to control myself! It's that thieving blood running in my veins!
Apollo:
Thieving blood? What's that supposed to mean?
Filch:
Eh heh heh. Glad ya asked. The infamous bandit Azuki Kozo was my grandpappy! Take a gander at this!
Apollo:
What exactly am I looking at? Looks like another one of those yokai to me.
Filch:
It's none other than THE Azuki Kozo! Robbed from the rich to give to the poor, he did! And he'd leave one o' these figures at the scene of the crime! What's more, I'm his grandson 'cause he was my grandpappy!
Apollo:
Wow, you don't say!
Filch:
Thieves' honor, it's the honest truth! Ah... The sloshing sound of azuki beans scrapping together in the dead o' night... It's the magical sound of dirty money getting washed clean for givin' out to the poor! I'm Azuki Kozo, washer of money, giver-outer of wealth, reborn!
Athena:
......... Forget the money. You should be washing yourself of this nasty habit.
Apollo:
(Wait a second. This figure looks familiar.) Yes! It looks just like that old, dusty figure we found in the Forbidden Chamber.
Forbidden Chamber Figure updated in the Court Record.
Filch:
Hey! Whaddaya doing with that there figure?!
Apollo:
Oh, this? We found it in the Forbidden Chamber. Looks like it'd been there practically forever.
Filch:
Hmm... Could mean my grandpappy broke into the Forbidden Chamber way back. Hey, that reminds me. He once told me there's treasure in that there chamber!
Apollo:
Treasure?
Forbidden Chamber Treasure (appears after "Stealing")
Apollo:
What do you know about the treasure in the Forbidden Chamber?
Filch:
Eh heh heh. Only that it's the greatest get-rich-quick chance in the universe. Grandpappy told me all about it. Said there's an amazing treasure in there!
Apollo:
There's something amazing in there? (Didn't see anything like that, though.) Your grandfather didn't, by chance, already steal it, did he?
Filch:
Seein' how there was one o' his figures in there, that just might be. Eh heh heh, that's Grandpappy for ya! Bet he washed that treasure up real good before handing it out to the poor.
Apollo:
Oh, of course, because he was so righteous...
Tenma Taro Sighting
Apollo:
In court, you mentioned seeing Tenma Taro near the scene of the crime.
Filch:
Sorry I didn't come clean right away, but them superstitions got the better o' me.
Apollo:
The people of Nine-Tails Vale sure seem like a superstitious bunch. I'm not surprised you wouldn't want to talk about seeing Tenma Taro.
Filch:
Darn right! Them superstitions scare me outta my wits, I tell you! That's why I'm gonna do exactly what they say from now on.
Apollo:
So you plan on staying here in Nine-Tails Vale?
Filch:
Yep. I'm gonna keep living right here 'n' keep with the old ways, just like Grandpappy did. Them superstitions are like a rulebook to me.
Apollo:
Wait, so you're saying you actually believe in those old wives' tales?
Filch:
Ain't you been listening to a word I said?
Apollo:
You're going to do "exactly what them superstitions say"? Well, I say that's baloney.
Present Village Superstitions
Apollo:
Leads to:
"It's clearly written right here: "Ignoring the superstitions will cost you your soul.""
Present anything else
Apollo:
Filch:
............Say, Mr. Lawyer, sir...
Apollo:
Yeah?
Filch:
I don't have much school learnin', but I ain't no dummy. That there ain't got nothing to do with me. But I'd be happy to take it off yer hands if ya wanted, eh heh heh heh.
Apollo:
I don't think so. (Let's try that one again.) I heard every word of what you had to say... ...but I don't believe them for a second.
Leads back to:
"You're going to do "exactly what them superstitions say"? Well, I say that's baloney."
Apollo:
It's clearly written right here: "Ignoring the superstitions will cost you your soul. There is, however, one way to save it: your immediate departure from the village."
Filch:
...Ah.
Apollo:
So according to this, you shouldn't even be here, let along talking with us. You said you plan on staying right here in Nine-Tails Vale. But if you really believe in the superstitions, you would've been long gone by now.
Filch:
Uwaaah!
Apollo:
I know you've been lying to me! Time to come clean, Mr. Filch!
Filch:
Yiiiiiiiiipes!
Tenma Taro Sighting (subsequent times)
Apollo:
You were lying about believing in the superstitions, weren't you?
Filch:
Sorry, but I didn't have no choice.
Apollo:
So, what was the real reason why you couldn't talk about seeing Tenma Taro?
Filch:
It's all that pretty boy's fault -- Mr. L'Belle, if ya know what I mean. He told me not to say a word 'bout seeing Tenma Taro. Said if I did, he'd do to me what them superstitions said would happen.
Apollo:
So, it was Mr. L'Belle who muzzled you? Why would Mr. L'Belle want to scare you into silence?
Filch:
Mr. L'Belle was trying to protect that little maid gal! It was on account o' that rumor! The one about her being possessed!
Apollo:
That rumor again...
Athena:
I guess we really do have to talk to Mayor Tenma about the possession rumor.
Apollo:
Ouch! Hey, watch it!
Village Superstitions stolen by Phineas Filch!
Filch:
I'll be taking this back now, eh heh heh heh. Kinda like family to me.
Apollo:
You could've just asked instead of stealing it...
Present
Amazing Nine-Tails Glossy
Filch:
Hey, I know that picture! That's my Amazing Nine-Tails glossy! How dare you steal from me!
Apollo:
No, this is the one you gave me. Remember? You said you had lots more.
Filch:
I did? Well, it was never really mine in the first place, so... You can go ahead and keep it.
Apollo:
(Don't tell me I'm now guilty of receiving stolen goods...)
Azuki Kozo Figure
Apollo:
So, your grandfather was a famous thief?
Filch:
That's right. He stole for the rich to give to the poor. Just like your Robin Hood. But in these parts, he's known as Azukikozo! He washes his loot clean before handing it out to the poor.
Apollo:
(It's hard to imagine Mr. Filch has such noble intentions. I bet he was planning on keeping my bracelet for himself.)
Athena:
Was that all we wanted to ask Mr. Filch?
Apollo:
Yeah, I think that was it. Let's go see "Mr. Tenma Taro" one more time. (Just thinking about dealing with that yokai again makes me want to say, "Pass!")
April 18Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Athena:
Lord Tenma! Your attorneys are here to see you, Your Malevolence!
Tenma:
.........
Apollo:
Umm.........
Tenma:
.........Why are you speaking like that?
Athena:
Oh, Mayor Tenma! You've returned...!
Tenma:
Yes, well, Jinxie came by earlier to apply a new charm to my head. It seems to be suppressing the demon within me.
Apollo:
That's a relief. Maybe we'll actually get somewhere this time.
Tenma:
So, what can I do for you today?
Apollo:
We'd like to ask about the rumor that Jinxie is possessed.
Tenma:
Ah!
Apollo:
She allegedly left the yokai evidence at the scene while under a demon's power. At least, that's what the prosecution is going to claim at tomorrow's trial.
Tenma:
.................. Heh heh heh...
Apollo:
Huh?
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! No match is this warding charm for me!
Apollo:
Aagh! Th-The charm!
Athena:
Tenma Taro's back!
Tenma:
Those foolish mortals! They shall regret blaming that child for my doings!
Apollo:
Argh, I blew it! That question brought that yokai back. (And he probably won't drop the act until Jinxie's name is cleared either.) 
Talk
Rumor about Jinxie
Apollo:
We'd like to ask you about something your aide Florent L'Belle mentioned. Did you know Jinxie is rumored to be possessed?
Tenma:
I know not of what you speak.
Apollo:
You're not trying to protect Jinxie, are you?
Tenma:
I, Tenma Taro, demon lord of the yokai, protect a mere mortal? Caw caw-caw-caw! No affections do I possess for your race of humans.
Apollo:
Please! We already proved there was a third part disguised as a yokai at the scene. But if you deny that tomorrow, we'll never be able to clear Mayor Tenma's name.
Tenma:
.........But I have already told you, I know not of what you speak!
Athena:
I don't think we'll get anything more out of him.
Apollo:
It's all over unless we can somehow prove that Jinxie didn't plant that yokai evidence.
Athena:
.........Hey, Apollo? I think I've got this one. I think I can prove that she didn't do it.
Apollo:
Really?
Athena:
Sure! I should be able to use psychology to explain that whole possession thing.
Apollo:
Knock yourself out, then! (Wow, Athena's really something. I can really count on her when it counts!)
The real story (appears after "Rumor about Jinxie")
Athena:
Mayor Tenma, Jinxie isn't possessed. I believe her so-called possession episodes are a form of somnambulism.
Apollo:
Somnambulism? You mean sleepwalking?
Athena:
Yes, I believe she is exhibiting a rare form of the disorder. It's usually brought on by repressed stress. Mr. Mayor, didn't her symptoms start soon after she began her job in Nine-Tails Vale?
Tenma:
...Hrmmm. When the child visited last... ...she did speak of dreading yokai, and how they rob her of sleep each night.
Athena:
I knew it! That lack of sleep is causing her to enter an unconscious state. And that means she can't be trying to protect you -- at least not on a conscious level.
Apollo:
So then, the Tenma Taro that was spotted at the manor wasn't Jinxie.
Tenma:
Sleepwalking, eh? Hrmmm. That would, indeed, explain the matter.
Apollo:
Look! Tenma Taro's spirit! It's left the mayor's body.
Athena:
Can you tell us the truth now, Mayor Tenma?
Tenma:
Very well. It's the least I could do for a superb exorcist such as you.
Feathers and tracks (appears after "The real story")
Athena:
Mayor Tenma, you didn't leave those feathers and tracks at the scene, did you?
Tenma:
I did not. Neither I nor Jinxie have anything to do with that. That was... the killer's doing, no doubt.
Athena:
I knew it!
Tenma:
You suspect Florent is behind all this? But why? Did he really want Nine-Tails Vale that badly?
Apollo:
Can you think of any reason why?
Tenma:
Hmm... Looking back, he did seem fixated on Tenma Taro for a spell. Ah! Could it be...?! Perhaps he was... attempting to release Tenma Taro.
Apollo:
That's crazy! Are you saying that yokai is real?
Tenma:
Whatever the case, Tenma Taro brings nothing but pain and misfortune. It's as the superstitions warn. You must not gaze upon him nor free him from his prison!
Apollo:
B-But... (How can people actually believe that?!)
Athena:
Well, at least we know who's behind this whole Tenma Taro thing now.
Apollo:
Yeah, and I think we need to have another nice, long chat with Mr. L'Belle.
Guard:
You d-d-dinner is ready, Your Malevolence!
Tenma:
Ah, an offering to the demon king. You may place it right there.
Guard:
The kitchen crew poured their heart and soul into making it.
Tenma:
Did they now? Souls happen to be a favorite of mine. Just, hold the hearts next time! Caw caw-caw-caw!
Guard:
Y-Yes, Your Malevolence! I'll remember that!
Apollo:
(How long is he planning to keep up this yokai charade?) Well, we've already talked to Mr. Filch and Mayor Tenma, so... Why don't we go see Florent L'Belle next? Now that we know the truth... ...he won't be able to claim that the Tenma Taro was Jinxie or the mayor anymore!
Athena:
But the real question is: how are we going to get him to admit it was him?
April 18Kyubi Manor - Foyer
L'Belle:
Okay! Now, let's PRACTICE that AGAIN, Filchy! From the top!
Filch:
Errr... Mr. L'Belle was in the foyer at the time of the crime... ...and when we, uhh... heard a scream, uhh... Aw, heck! What was the next part again? Aaaargh!
L'Belle:
You have the memory capacity of a FLEA! This is the THIRTIETH TIME, you know! Now, a hundred times more and we're done!
Apollo:
(What on Earth are they practicing?)
Filch:
Aww, I ain't cut out for this. ......Whoopsie daisy!
L'Belle:
Ouuuw!
Filch:
Oh, begging yer pardon, Mr. L'Belle, sir. It's just, all this practice-- Yipes!
L'Belle:
Unbelievable! What if you had sullied MY outfit with those GRUBBY paws of yours?
Apollo:
......... (Did Filch filch L'Belle's wallet just now...?)
Athena:
So... what do you think they're up to this time, Apollo?
L'Belle:
Hm? Oh, it's YOU two. Eavesdropping, are we? Pffft, you peasants are SO tacky. Well, what do YOU want with ME?
Apollo:
(Your confession to being the Tenma Taro imposter would be nice right about now.)
Talk
Taro's true identity
Apollo:
Mr. Filch filled me in on a conversation you two had. And about how you told him not to say a word about seeing Tenma Taro.
L'Belle:
......... Filchy, you FOOL!
Filch:
Yipes!
L'Belle:
I TOLD you nothing good would come of you RUNNING your mouth!
Apollo:
So why did you want to keep Mr. Filch quiet like that, Mr. L'Belle?
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Why to PROTECT darling little Jinxie, of course.
Apollo:
But Jinxie was never really possessed. She was sleepwalking. Being asleep at the time, she couldn't have been consciously trying to protect the mayor. That also means she couldn't have possibly been Tenma Taro.
L'Belle:
Interesting... But where ARE you going with this?
Apollo:
...Since you asked so politely... I believe you have a different reason for trying to keep Mr. Filch quiet. That reason would be to deflect doubt away from the one who was really Tenma Taro.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Now THIS is getting interesting! Are YOU insinuating that I'M Tenma Taro? So SORRY to disappoint, but I'm NOTHING of the sort!
Filch:
That's right! Mr. L'Belle even told me Tenma Taro was a jinx, so why would he-- Youw-ouw-ouw-ouw-ouw-ouch!
L'Belle:
I SAID Tenma Taro was JINXIE, you fool! Honestly! You have the memory capacity of a FLEA! Practice it a hundred times more times [sic]!
Filch:
Yiiipes!
Apollo:
So, um, have you been called to testify tomorrow?
L'Belle:
Yes, and I'm SO looking forward to my COURTROOM debut. But you'll JUST have to wait until then, ah ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(Oh, I'll be waiting -- with a special piece of evidence I've been saving just for you.)
Present
Hand Cream
Apollo:
(Wait, this is our trump card. Better not show it off too soon.)
L'Belle:
You wanted something?
Apollo:
Oh, um... No, never mind.
L'Belle:
Pffft.
L'Belle:
FILCHY! Wake up, you lazy bones!
Filch:
Huh? What? Was I sleeping? *yawn* Musta been that sweet cologne o' yours, Mr. L'Belle. Made me right sleepy, it did.
L'Belle:
Well, it's TIME for your LESSON on what to do and say tomorrow.
Filch:
Oh, I'm beggin' ya! Not another lesson! I ain't cut out for this thinkin' and rememberin' stuff! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! RIght up the schnozzola!
L'Belle:
Keep quiet and do EXACTLY as I say!
Filch:
Noooooo! Pleeeaaase! Anything but another lessooooooooon!
Athena:
There they go... Missed our chance to get the truth out of him.
Apollo:
Yeah, but we'll get the proof we need in court tomorrow, one way or another! (All that's left now is that lie Jinxie told. We'd better go clear that up before tomorrow.)
Athena:
You think they're done questioning Jinxie?
Apollo:
Maybe. Let's see if she's over on Yokai Lane shopping for more charms.
April 18Nine-Tails Vale - Yokai Lane
Jinxie:
Accursed Nine-Tailed Fox! The time for settling the score is nigh! My grudge has but festered over time. At last, vengeance will be mine! Grrr... Grrr...
Athena:
She must be possessed -- er, sleepwalking again!
Apollo:
(...Maybe if I speak softly, I won't startle her and get a charm plastered on my forehead.) Pssst... Jinxie?
Jinxie:
......Huh?! ......Oh, hello, Mr. Demon Lawyer. Ah! My charms must've fallen off again.
Apollo:
(Phew... Guess I can avoid a charm slap by toning down my Chords of Steel.)
Athena:
Are they done questioning you, Jinxie?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. And on the way back, I stopped here to buy a new charm that was just released.
Apollo:
Yeah, which one?
Jinxie:
Oh, um, the one with the Nine-Tails Fox and Tenma Taro. It shows them dancing together!
Apollo:
Really?! Two bitter rivals dancing together?
Jinxie:
Uh-huh. It's a charm for rebuilding burnt bridges!
Apollo:
Oh, right. For the municipal merger issue.
Jinxie:
No, it's for the Demon Lawyer and the Insomniac Prosecutor. It'll stop you two from fighting like you did in court this morning.
Apollo:
We weren't fighting. It was just a spirited debate. It's what we lawyers-- Ack!
Jinxie:
No fighting.
Apollo:
*sigh* Charm-slapped again.
Athena:
Apollo, if you're done playing around, let's find out what she was lying about!
Talk
What you remember
Apollo:
Jinxie, it seems like you're starting to remember things. You already said the feathers and tracks weren't there when you discovered the crime. Have you remembered anything else that seems important?
Jinxie:
Eek! L-Like what?
Apollo:
Tell us what you saw that day. Maybe you'll remember something else this time.
Jinxie:
...Eek! When I opened the door, Papa and Alderman Kyubi were collapsed in the Fox Chamber. That's when Papa told me to call an ambulance and the police. That's all he said before he passed out in the chair.
Apollo:
(I knew it... She's holding something back.)
Perceive charm on "That's all he said"
Apollo:
Leads to:
"You were very nervous when you said, "That's all he said," weren't you?"
Perceive incorrectly
Apollo:
Jinxie:
Eek!
Apollo:
Arrragh!
Jinxie:
D-Don't shout like that. Nearly scared the wits out of me. Uhh... And d-don't stare at me like that, either. It's creepy...
Apollo:
(Guess that wasn't right.)
Apollo:
You were very nervous when you said, "That's all he said," weren't you? I know because I saw your fingers move as if you were going to slap someone with a charm.
Jinxie:
Huh?!
Apollo:
Listen to me, Jinxie. This is very important. Did Mayor Tenma say anything else to you?
Jinxie:
I-It was... It was nothing. He was just talking in his sleep...
Apollo:
Talking in his sleep? So you admit that he DID say something else!
Jinxie:
E-Eeeeeek! How could you tell?! Only... Only a demon could have such powers!
What you remember (appears after perceiving)
Jinxie:
Uuuh... Uuuuuuuh... L-Like I said, he was just talking in his sleep! I mean, why else would Papa say something like that!
Apollo:
Could you be a little more specific?
Jinxie:
Before he f-fainted, he said... "Forgive me, Jinxie. I killed Alderman Kyubi."
Apollo:
He said whaaaaaaaaat?!
Athena:
The mayor actually confessed to the crime?!
Jinxie:
B-But he didn't mean it. He couldn't possibly have known what he was saying! He was probably possessed or maybe he was in the middle of a nightmare!
Apollo:
A nightmare? No, THIS is a nightmare...! (This is one statement I wish I'd never heard. What in the world are we going to do now?)
Apollo:
Return to the basics?
Phoenix:
That's right. Always believe in your client, no matter what happens. That is a lawyer's greatest and most trusted weapon.
Apollo:
(Right... Just believe in my client, even if all I can see ahead is darkness and despair.)
Athena:
Jinxie, does Prosecutor Blackquill know about your father's confession?
Jinxie:
I didn't mention it when he was questioning me. I mean, there's no way Papa's the killer!
Athena:
Why would the mayor confess like that?
Apollo:
Could he really have been dreaming, or simply delirious?
Athena:
Who knows, but I sure feel like I'M in a living nightmare right now.
Athena:
Apollo, what are we going to do about tomorrow's trial? The crime scene was locked tight until Jinxie arrived, and our client's even confessed! Not only that, Jinxie has been accused of planting the yokai evidence. Both the mayor and Jinxie are going to prison if we don't do something!
Apollo:
(I know, I know...) Well, let's see here... Our lack of a third part in the locked room is a major problem. Jinxie has testified that when she first opened the door... ...Alderman Kyubi and Mayor Tenma were the only people she saw in the Fox Chamber.
Athena:
But the real killer must've been hiding in there as well.
Apollo:
Considering the room was locked tight, that's the only logical explanation.
Athena:
Our mystery person must've fled the Fox Chamber when it was opened. And that's when Jinxie saw what she thought was Tenma Taro!
Jinxie:
B-But... Papa and the alderman were the only people there. I didn't see anyone else.
Apollo:
(What's going on here? L'Belle's extremely pale, but he's far from transparent. So just how did he hide himself at the scene of the crime?)
Athena:
Whatever it takes in court tomorrow, Apollo... ...we have to take down that dirty, rotten "Tenma Taro" Florent L'Belle!
Apollo:
Right. We'll get him with a legal exorcism, Justice style!
To Be Continued
Nothing to Examine
Athena:
Apollo, it doesn't look like there's anything particularly interesting here.
The Monstrous Turnabout
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April 19, 9:30 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 4
Day 2Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Court is back in session for the trial of Damian Tenma.
Apollo:
Apollo Justice, defense team leader, is ready, Your Honor!
Athena:
Athena Cykes, assistant defender, is ready, too, Your Honor. Je suis prêt!
Judge:
As chipper as ever, I see. And in French, no less! ...And the prosecution?
Blackquill:
.........
Judge:
Very well, then. By the way, I asked Detective Fulbright to provide sturdier shackles today. There will be no more of your funny business this time, Prosecutor Blackquill!
Blackquill:
...Hmph.
Judge:
Now, your opening statement, if you would. I believe it's standard procedure for the prosecution to handle it.
Athena:
Looks like the judge is really bringing it today.
Apollo:
He probably realized how Blackquill played him. That was one mean game of Simon Says.
Athena:
Yeah, His Honor has to fight to defend his honor today.
Blackquill:
.........Your Baldness... It's plain to see that you've always dreamed of delivering an epic opening statement.
Judge:
I have? Hmm... I don't know if I'd say that.
Blackquill:
Why, of course you have. I saw it in your eyes the last time you gave the opening statement. That was the look of one who yearns deeply for the thrill of an epic opening statement. For decades now, you have been watching opening statements from your bench. They were the crown jewels of the court -- the one thing you could not possess!
Judge:
The crown jewels... of the court?
Blackquill:
Now, at long last, they are within your grasp. How could you possibly refuse?
Judge:
......Oh, uh, so you don't mind if I do it, then?
Blackquill:
I'll make a special exception, just this once.
Athena:
Here we go again.
Apollo:
Yep, more of Blackquill's mind games.
Judge:
Well, in that case, I think I might go ahead and make the opening statement myself. *ahem* In yesterday's session, we learned the shocking truth that... ...the victim Alderman Rex Kyubi was The Amazing Nine-Tails. We also learned that... ...The Amazing Nine-Tails was a key figure in the yokai craze and anti-merger protests. It was further revealed that upon learning Rex Kyubi's secret identity... ...Mayor Damian Tenma murdered him. The fact that the crime took place in a tightly locked room was also brought to light. And the only people in that tightly locked room were the defendant and victim. The defense proposed the existence of a hypothetical third party... ...but further investigation revealed no proof of a third party who had escaped the room.
Blackquill:
...Ergo?
Judge:
We must conclude that the evidence against the defendant is... well... conclusive. Eek! D-Did I say something wrong?
Blackquill:
...That was quite astonishing. You've truly outdone yourself this time.
Judge:
Oh, heh heh. One more thing to boast about to my grandchild!
Apollo:
(Well, this was not an unexpected turn of events...)
Judge:
Now then, it seems the prosecution has called a new witness to testify.
Blackquill:
The inexplicable yokai evidence left at the scene of the crime... Well, does that not demand some sort of explanation?
Judge:
The feathers and tracks? Weren't those left by the mayor while he was possessed?
Blackquill:
That was but an act to protect his daughter.
Judge:
Oh! Uh... yes, of course! I had suspected as much.
Apollo:
(Wait, did he actually believe the mayor's "award-winning" performance?)
Blackquill:
His daughter was the one who planted the yokai evidence. Ergo, the true identity of the yokai in the manor was the manor's maid, Jinxie Tenma.
Apollo:
Apollo:
The prosecution is engaging in mere conjecture!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Would you care for some witness testimony, then? For I am ready to prove that the little scamp is the one behind the Tenma Taro farce.
Apollo:
(Witness testimony? I'll bet he means Filch and that creep L'Belle.)
Judge:
Very well, then. Bailiff, would you bring in the first witness?
Judge:
Mr. Filch, you made quite the hasty exit yesterday. See that it doesn't happen again today.
Filch:
Eh heh heh. Been known for my hasty retreats since I was a kid. Bit of a trademark o' mine.
Judge:
Indeed. You managed to give a total of five bailiffs the slip.
Filch:
Like those amateurs could ever nab me, eh heh heh. Yiiipes!
Blackquill:
Perhaps we should shackle you by the neck. That would keep you in place.
Filch:
Yipes! No, please, I'm liable to rip my own head off if I start running!
Blackquill:
.........Your statement. Now.
Filch:
Yes, sir, Mr. Blackhead, sir!
Athena:
He may beat a hasty retreat, but there's no escaping Prosecutor Blackquill.
Apollo:
Yeah, Blackquill doesn't strike me as the give-up-easy type.
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Filch, your testimony please. Specifically, the true nature of the yokai you saw in the manor shortly after the crime.
Witness Testimony
-- The Yokai Is Jinxie --
Filch:
Tenma Taro's really that little maid gal. Ain't no doubt about it!
I mean, the Tenma Taro I saw was just a lil' thing 'bout her size!
But the little runt had a big ol' staff. I seen it when she came into the foyer!
Betcha she stole it from the Forbidden Chamber after stumbling on the crime scene.
She was gonna use it to wallop me on account o' my fierce reputation, I just know it!
Judge:
So, Tenma Taro was short in stature. And that's because it was Ms. Jinxie Tenma all along?
Filch:
You betcha! Besides, all the rest in the manor were way taller than her.
Blackquill:
Feigning height is but an easy thing... ...but a big ox like the defendant could never pass for short.
Apollo:
What if the Tenma Taro impersonator was walking on their knees?
Filch:
Weren't no knee walking. I seen it myself!
Judge:
Hmm... Then perhaps that yokai really was Ms. Tenma, after all.
Blackquill:
All monsters are naught but tricks, either of the mind or the cheap parlor variety.
Judge:
So, you're saying she created an illusion like one of those magical eye things?
Blackquill:
Precisely. Human senses are easily deceived. Take the fellow in the cell next to me. Each night, he cries and screams about some ghost he thinks he sees. But in truth, it was simply the janitor.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. Prosecutor Blackquill just gave up the ghost, literally!
Blackquill:
The janitor's deathly complexion and all-white attire are, no doubt, partially to blame. That and the fact that he constantly mutters about taking vengeance for this or that.
Apollo:
(That...... actually sounds like a real ghost to me.)
Judge:
The defense may now cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- The Yokai Is Jinxie --
Filch:
Tenma Taro's really that little maid gal. Ain't no doubt about it!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Mr. Filch, you and Mr. L'Belle mentioned something about a practice yesterday. Do you deny this so-called lesson was about what you were supposed to say in court?
Filch:
N-No, ya got it all wrong!
Apollo:
Then could you tell the court exactly what sort of lesson it was?
Filch:
Oh, um... it was... Uh... it was... What was it again? Yiiipes! Ah, now I remember! Math! Ya know, numbers 'n' stuff!
Apollo:
(He's completely under Blackquill's control, too...)
Filch:
Anyway, that Tenma Taro was that little maid gal, so what's the difference?
Filch:
I mean, the Tenma Taro I saw was just a lil' thing 'bout her size!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I take it you got a good look at how tall the Tenma Taro impersonator was?
Filch:
Eh heh heh, you betcha. I got a habit o' sizing people up. I can even give ya a primer on how to pull it off. All under the table, natch. I got a knack for figuring out where people's pockets are and how much money they have. I size 'em real good before I relieve them of their valuables!
Apollo:
(He just admitted to being a pickpocket right here in court.)
Judge:
Does the witness hold that this Tenma Taro entered the foyer?
Filch:
Darn right I do.
Filch:
But the little runt had a big ol' staff. I seen it when she came into the foyer!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Well... you're not going to brush it all off by claiming the perp was short!
Filch:
Eh heh heh. Musta hit a raw nerve 'cause ya ain't that tall yerself!
Apollo:
(Look who's talking, Mr. I've-got-to-stand-on-a-box-just-to-testify!) Anyway, Mr. Filch, correct me if I'm wrong... ...but didn't you say the Tenma Taro you saw had a staff?
Filch:
Cross my heart, hope to die! I know 'cause it went a jingle and a jangle.
Apollo:
And where do you suppose that staff came from?
Filch:
Errr... The staff, ya say? Well, I uh...
Filch:
Betcha she stole it from the Forbidden Chamber after stumbling on the crime scene.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I suppose you mean to say that Jinxie Tenma entered the Forbidden Chamber to get one.
Filch:
Well, I ain't never seen a staff like that in the manor! So it had to be the Forbidden Chamber!
Apollo:
(Oh, really? The stench of L'Belle is thick in the air today.)
Athena:
Jinxie entered the Forbidden Chamber after the incident... ...then she took the staff and tried to cover up her actions by pretending to be Tenma Taro. I guess that's what Filch is trying to say...?
Apollo:
(Could Jinxie have even entered the Forbidden Chamber if she wanted to...?)
Judge:
There IS one thing I was wondering about. Why did that yokai have a staff in the first place?
Filch:
Eh heh heh. Well, I've got my hunches about that.
Present Forbidden Chamber Key
Apollo:
Leads to:
"It would seem that Tenma Taro was, in fact, not this innocent little girl."
Filch:
She was gonna use it to wallop me on account o' my fierce reputation, I just know it!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Wallop you? And why would the so-called yokai want to do that?
Filch:
That little maid gal never did like me! She always high tails it when I come 'round or she sticks these weird papers on my noggin!
Apollo:
(She probably thinks of him as the dreaded tanuki monster of Kyubi Manor or something.)
Athena:
We need to prove that Jinxie isn't Tenma Taro. But I've no idea how we're going to do that.
Apollo:
All we have to do is prove that it was impossible for Jinxie to turn into Tenma Taro. And that might be easier than you think.
Athena:
Really?
Apollo:
(Now's our chance. Our chance to expose the real Tenma Taro for all to see!)
Apollo:
It would seem that Tenma Taro was, in fact, not this innocent little girl.
Filch:
Huh? How you figure that?
Apollo:
You claim the Tenma Taro you saw had one of those staves from the Forbidden Chamber. But it would've been impossible for Ms. Tenma to get a hold of one!
Judge:
Care to elaborate, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
The mayor swallowed this key shortly after the murder. He wanted to keep the killer out of the Forbidden Chamber.
Blackquill:
...What's this?
Apollo:
This key was deep in the mayor's stomach when Ms. Tenma discovered the crime scene. So you see, it would've been impossible for her to get into the Forbidden Chamber. In short, the Tenma Taro seen holding that staff... ...could not have been Jinxie Tenma!
Blackquill:
...Ack!
Filch:
Aaaaaaargh!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaat?! B-But...! Then who does the defense believe was impersonating Tenma Taro?!
Apollo:
Our Tenma Taro impersonator is none other than Mayor Tenma's aide--
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Such accusations beg evidence. Aside from his ghastly appearance, can you prove he is the yokai we seek?
Apollo:
Yes, in fact, I can.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, let's see where the defense is going with this. Mr. Justice, please show us proof as to the true identity of the Tenma Taro impersonator.
Present Hand Cream
Apollo:
Leads to:
"We found this hand cream in the Forbidden Chamber."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Blackquill:
Hmph. So, that is the evidence you have to offer? And how, pray tell, does that inform us of who it was that entered the Forbidden Chamber?
Apollo:
Oh, uh... good question.
Athena:
Way to walk down a one-way street to a dead end.
Judge:
The court doesn't need more questions, Mr. Justice. The defense will present evidence that provides answers, and only answers. A penalty for our questionable attorney!
Apollo:
(I know we have evidence that can prove who was in the Forbidden Chamber.) The killer was the only one who could've entered the Forbidden Chamber. The question before us is simply the "who" part of this equation.
Leads back to:
"Mr. Justice, please show us proof as to the true identity of the Tenma Taro impersonator."
Apollo:
We found this hand cream in the Forbidden Chamber. And we know that whoever was Tenma Taro took one of the staves out of there. In short... ....I believe whoever this hand cream belongs to is the yokai impersonator we're looking for.
Judge:
Hmm... But Mr. Justice... ...how do you propose to identity the hand cream's owner?
Apollo:
I'm glad you asked, Your Honor. The defense requests a fingerprint analysis on this piece of evidence! It might tell us who it belongs to!
Judge:
Interesting... So, you expect to find the yokai's prints there? Very well, I hereby call a short recess while we wait for the fingerprint results.
Blackquill:
No need for that, Your Baldness. We have the prints of everyone at the manor that day.
Fulbright:
You called, Prosecutor Blackquill?!
Apollo:
(.........Could anyone be more whipped?)
Blackquill:
Fool Bright! Analyze this for prints. You have three minutes.
Fulbright:
Your wish is my command!
Judge:
Very well, then. I guess we'll just wait right here.
Blackquill:
......It would seem the fingerprint analysis is complete.
Judge:
What do the results show?
Blackquill:
What in the world...!
Apollo:
They're Florent L'Belle's prints, aren't they?!
Blackquill:
This... This is absurd!
Apollo:
Um... Prosecutor Blackquill? (I'm not going to like this, am I...?)
Judge:
D-Don't tell me... they're Tenma Taro's prints?!
Blackquill:
Fingerprint analysis has revealed that the prints belong to... ............Phineas Filch.
Apollo:
Apollo:
...Wait, what? Whaaaaaaaaat!
Athena:
The Mr. L'Belle wasn't the one who entered the Forbidden Chamber?
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Why you tricksy little tanuki! Explain yourself, now!
Filch:
S-S-Sure, th-them prints are mine! I mean, I did pilfer that hand cream from Mr. L'Belle, after all!
Apollo:
S-So you're the one who entered the Forbidden Chamber?!
Filch:
S-So what if I did! G-G-Got a problem with it?! Yiiiiiipes!
Blackquill:
You...... fool of a tanuki!
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. Justice, care to explain what this could mean?
Apollo:
Excellent question... Um, the fact that Mr. Filch was in the Forbidden Chamber... Wait a second... Does this mean the Tenma Taro holding that staff was... Phineas Filch?
Filch:
Yiiiiiipes! Another cat outta the baaaaaag!
Judge:
M-Mr. Filch is Tenma Taro?!
Apollo:
I don't understand. Does this mean... Mr. Filch is the real killer?
Judge:
The witness will explain himself this instant!
Filch:
Begging your pardon, Your Honorship, but I was just doing what the alderman told me. He wanted me to be Tenma Taro in the village exorcism ritual.
Apollo:
Oh, you mean that event at the Nine-Tails Vale festival. So, that was you inside the Tenma Taro costume.
Filch:
Yep. And after the event, I went to watch that pro wrestling program... ...but it bored me to tears on account o' the wrestlers being complete jobbers.
Apollo:
(So, he didn't actually watch the entire wrestling match.)
Filch:
That's when I looked at the Tenma Taro costume and got a great idea! Nobody can tell it's me while I'm wearing it... ...and 'cause o' them superstitions, no matter what I do, the villages [sic] won't say a word!
Judge:
In other words, you used the superstitions to effectively render yourself invisible.
Apollo:
Why did you want to enter the Forbidden Chamber in the first place?
Filch:
'Cause o' the treasure there! Thought that was my big chance to sneak on in 'n' nab it!
Apollo:
Treasure?
Filch:
Eh heh heh. Only that it's the greatest get-rich-quick chance in the universe. Grandpappy told me all about it. Said there's an amazing treasure in there!
Apollo:
(He went in there not knowing his grandfather had already pilfered it?)
Athena:
Guess this is one tale that didn't get passed down from grandpappy to grandson.
Apollo:
Wait, how exactly did you get into the Forbidden Chamber? There was a meeting in the Fox Chamber that day. Plus, the mayor swallowed the only key that could open the Forbidden Chamber's door. You couldn't have possibly gotten in!
Filch:
I could through the air vent in the foyer! The vent's left o' the alderman's picture. I went on in and made a nice little hole. Used that to get into the air duct that leads to the Forbidden Chamber, I did!
Apollo:
You what?!
Athena:
B-But how's that even possible? ...Wait a sec...! Remember that air vent in the Forbidden Chamber? So, Mr. Filch found a way to get into that air duct... ...and that's how he got from the foyer vent to the Forbidden Chamber vent?
Judge:
Hmm... So, Tenma Taro was nothing more than a cat burglar -- or rather, a tanuki burglar. And we're back to being without anyone to charge for the alderman's murder.
Athena:
Looks like our so-called yokai is nothing more than one big troublemaker.
Apollo:
Tell me, Mr. Filch, what did you do after fleeing to the foyer?
Filch:
I got outta that costume real quick. Woulda just caused trouble at that point!
Apollo:
And where is that costume now?
Filch:
Heck if I know. And it ain't my fault if ya never find it.
Blackquill:
The police searched every nook and cranny. No yokai costume was left in that manor.
Apollo:
(What if it was tossed outside the manor? ...Ah!) No way! But maybe, just maybe...!
Judge:
The defense seems to have hit upon an idea. Well, go on, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
Okay, here's what I think... Mr. Filch! Did you get rid of the costume here?
Present window
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Did you toss it out the window?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Blackquill:
I already told you. Every nook and cranny of the manor was searched. No costume was ever recovered.
Judge:
The defense will remember to pay attention from now on!
Apollo:
Ack. (If the costume wasn't in the manor, then maybe it was thrown out somewhere.)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Filch! Did you get rid of the costume here?"
Apollo:
Did you toss it out the window? Because that would certainly explain why it didn't turn up inside the manor!
Filch:
You think I tossed it out the window? That costume cost me a pretty penny! So why would I go do something like that?!
Apollo:
(I can think of a few reasons...)
Athena:
Any bright ideas, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, assuming the costume really was tossed out from the window... ...then the next question would be, what happened to it after that? (And if I'm right, I might have just the thing to prove what happened to the costume.) Phineas Filch......... I have just the evidence for you!
Filch:
Ya do?
Apollo:
This evidence proves you got rid of your Tenma Taro costume through the window!
Present Special Edition Paper
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Ah, that's..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
And just how does that prove he got rid of it?
Apollo:
It doesn't, does it?
Judge:
No, it does not.
Apollo:
Ack. (Back to the drawing board. What would happen if the costume was tossed out the window? I must have some sort of evidence that can show what would happen!)
Leads back to:
"This evidence proves you got rid of your Tenma Taro costume through the window!"
Filch:
Ah, that's... ...Tenma Taro flying through the sky?
Judge:
And just how does that prove Mr. Filch threw his costume out the window?
Apollo:
It's quite simple. That's not Tenma Taro in the photo. It's the costume Mr. Filch threw out.
Filch:
Aw, that's crazy talk! You ain't serious, are ya?!
Apollo:
There's a steep cliff right outside the foyer window, meaning the manor is pretty high up. The costume flew through the air after it was tossed out. That's when the photo was taken. In other words, the photo of Tenma Taro really was a flight of fancy!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaat?!
Filch:
Yiiiiiiiiiiikes!
Judge:
Oh, my! So there really never was a yokai.
Filch:
Aw, I can't keep any o' them cats bagged! Can I still file a claim for the lost costume?
Apollo:
This more than proves the defense's position. Jinxie Tenma had nothing to do with staging the yokai sighting.
Judge:
Care to raise any objections, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
............None whatsoever. I'll deal with that tricksy tanuki after I've dealt with this case.
Apollo:
(We... We did it!)
Athena:
Good going! Now all we have to do is make Florent L'Belle take the stand!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Sheathing the sword a bit early, are we not?
Apollo:
Huh?!
Blackquill:
Nothing has been proved beyond a doubt. Take this tricksy little tanuki for instance. How do you suppose he was able to exit the Forbidden Chamber?
Apollo:
Uh... Probably the same way he got in -- through the chamber's air vent!
Blackquill:
And what of the feathers and tracks at the scene of the crime? They would suggest that the tanuki exited through the chamber door, not the air vent.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But the Forbidden Chamber doesn't open from the inside! So what you're saying makes no sense! ............Right?
Blackquill:
......Hmph. Someone on the outside opened the door for you, isn't that right?
Filch:
Yep, that's right, Mr. Blackjack! The door suddenly sprung right open!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Sprung right open? Who was on the other side?
Filch:
Didn't get a good look on account o' the sudden glare.
Judge:
Like how the reflection from my head blinds fellow moviegoers emerging from the dark.
Filch:
That's when I snatched that staff and made my daring escape! And then that lil' maid gal spotted me as I high-tailed it down the hall!
Athena:
That means the Forbidden Chamber wasn't opened until after the crime was discovered.
Apollo:
But wait... We still don't know who opened it. Maybe there really was a third person in the Fox Chamber.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Well, you little tanuki? When the Forbidden Chamber opened, did you see the accused passed out there?
Filch:
Nope. Only one there was the alderman, and he was dead as a doornail.
Blackquill:
Hmph. If the accused wasn't there, what do you suppose he was up to?
Apollo:
Uh-oh. I don't like where this is going.
Judge:
Ah! Don't tell me--!
Blackquill:
Plainly, the only one who could have opened the Forbidden Chamber was... ...the accused Damian Tenma!
Apollo:
Arrrgh!
Athena:
Athena:
Wait a second! There had to be somebody else besides Mayor Tenma there!
Judge:
Really? And who might that be?
Athena:
Oh, well, that would be...
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
It seems our feisty little lass has forgotten the most important thing: evidence.
Athena:
I didn't forget...! I was just... testing your attention to details...?
Judge:
Ms. Cykes! You can't prove your point without proof of some sort! It's a proven fact!
Athena:
Sorry... Guess I put my foot in my mouth again.
Apollo:
No, Athena. We're definitely on to something here.
Athena:
We are?
Apollo:
Think about it. If Filch was stuck inside the Forbidden Chamber... ...one of the alibis we heard would no longer hold any water! The defense would like to call a new witness to the stand! Someone who knew Mr. Filch was stuck in the Forbidden Chamber! And by virtue of knowing this, has an alibi that no longer adds up!
Blackquill:
Ah! Not that insufferable--!
Judge:
Very well. The court will hear what Mr. Justice has to say. Whose alibi no longer adds up?
Present Florent L'Belle profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Why, that's... that's the defendant's aide, Florent L'Belle."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Apollo:
It's this person right here!
Judge:
Really?! Please explain, Mr. Justice. How does this person's alibi has vanish [sic] in this case?
Apollo:
Err... You know how your hand vanishes when you stick it into a dark room? Kinda like that.
Judge:
............ Keep making half-baked statements like that... ...and it'll be the court's trust in you that will vanish!
Apollo:
Oh, uh... just kidding, heh heh.
Judge:
A penalty to dissuade the very unfunny Mr. Justice from pursuing a career in comedy.
Apollo:
(We know Filch was in the Forbidden Chamber at the time of the murder. Which means...) Your Honor! There IS someone whose alibi no longer adds up!
Judge:
Very well. You may try once again.
Leads back to:
"Whose alibi no longer adds up?"
Judge:
Why, that's... that's the defendant's aide, Florent L'Belle. Didn't he claim to be in the foyer at the time of the crime?
Apollo:
True, but in his alibi, he also claimed Mr. Filch was in the foyer, too. However, as we all know now, Mr. Filch was NOT there with Mr. L'Belle at that time. In short, Mr. L'Belle's alibi has disappeared!
Blackquill:
Argh!
Apollo:
Florent L'Belle's alibi was one big lie! Isn't that right, Mr. Filch!
Filch:
I reckon there ain't no keepin' that cat in the bag here, neither. It was all Mr. L'Belle's idea. He told me he'd button his lip about me breaking into the Forbidden Chamber. And in return, he said we'd vouch for each other's alibi.
Judge:
Shame on you, Mr. Filch! Perjury is a serious crime, you know!
Filch:
Aw, shucks... Mercy, Your Honorship, mercy! Aaaaaaaaagh!
Apollo:
I also assert that the person who opened the Forbidden Chamber for Mr. Filch... ...was none other than Florent L'Belle! After all, his alibi has just been proven to be a complete fabrication!
Judge:
...I see. We will take a twenty-minute recess... ...after which time we will see what Mr. L'Belle has to say for himself.
Apollo:
(Yes! We're finally going to drag that slippery snake onto the stand!)
Blackquill:
.........
Judge:
In the meantime, the prosecution will question Mr. L'Belle about these new allegations!
April 19, 10:25 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Athena:
We did it, Apollo! We finally dragged Mr. L'Belle into court!
Apollo:
...Yeah.
Athena:
Hey, why the long face?
Apollo:
I can't help but feel I'm missing something important. Plus, Prosecutor Blackquill's bound to mount a counterattack.
Athena:
You really are a worrywart, aren't you? It'll be fine! That mystery figure who opened the Forbidden Chamber for Mr. Filch... ...had to have been Florent L'Belle!
Apollo:
I know. But that's not what's bugging me. I wish I could put my finger on it, though...
Athena:
At any rate, the big showdown with Mr. L'Belle is up next, so chin up, Apollo!
April 19, 11:00 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is back in session. Our next witness is--
L'Belle:
...Yes. I'm ACTING on behalf of the mayor in this VERY important matter.
Judge:
It seems the witness is predisposed at the moment.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! SURELY you jest! I will hold you to your promise, remember that. Oh, my DEEPEST apologies. This is Florent L'Belle, PERSONAL aide to Mayor Tenma -- or should I say -- the accused.
Apollo:
(Ouch, like the poor mayor hasn't suffered enough...)
L'Belle:
Well, what business do YOU have with ME? I'm a VERY busy man, so let's make this as BRIEF as possible.
Blackquill:
......Your Baldness.
Judge:
Ah, right. *ahem* Mr. Filch's testimony has revealed a hole in your alibi. And for this reason... ...you are suspected of having some sort of connection with the case at hand.
L'Belle:
Pffft. To think I'D be associated with this entirely lurid affair. Well, I'm NOT, so may I go now? I have VERY important matters to attend to.
Apollo:
Apollo:
I don't think so, Mr. L'Belle! Do you realize what a serious crime you've committed?!
Judge:
Witness, you are being accused of perjury. This is your chance to clear the air.
L'Belle:
Fine. The truth is I faked my alibi for a VERY good reason. The mayor was OBVIOUSLY the killer, so I created a fake alibi to confuse the matter. You see, as his PERSONAL aide, I felt I HAD to protect him. SORRY! Ah ha ha ha!
Apollo:
You think this is funny?! Without your alibi, you're a suspect, too! What were you really doing at the time of the crime?!
L'Belle:
Pffft, PEASANT! How dare YOU accuse ME, one of the BEAUTIFUL people, of being--
Athena:
Athena:
Stop stalling and tell the court what you were really doing at the time of the crime!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Athena:
.........
.........
Blackquill:
.........Enough jabbering. Swords have been drawn. The time for talk is past.
Apollo:
Swords? What swords?
Blackquill:
This is a duel to the death. The fate of the accused rests in our hands. Be gone, ye of cowardly heart! The battlefield hath no place for ye!
Apollo:
Again...?
L'Belle:
Oh, my.
Judge:
Spare me, pleeeeease!
Apollo:
So much for sturdier shackles. Aagh!
Blackquill:
Those chains hindered my vow that heads would roll this day.
Apollo:
(This gives "keeping your head on in court" a whole new meaning!)
Blackquill:
Will the witness please deliver the accused's death knell? You know of what I speak.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Most CERTAINLY. His GOOSE is already COOKED. Time to stick a fork in him!
Apollo:
(Whatever he has to say can't be good.)
L'Belle:
As I TOLD Prosecutor Blackquill during the recess... ...I RUSHED right over to the Fox Chamber when I heard little Jinxie scream.
Apollo:
What?
L'Belle:
THEN -- drum roll please... ...I saw Mayor Tenma OPENING the Forbidden Chamber doors.
Apollo:
B-B-But...
Blackquill:
There you have it. The mystery man who opened the chamber door -- as witnessed by one Phineas Filch... It was the accused. There was never any third party.
L'Belle:
......Oh, and THAT'S not all! I heard something QUITE startling there at the scene of the crime!
Apollo:
Startling sounds bad...
L'Belle:
The mayor, who was barely conscious, muttered this... "Forgive me, Jinxie. I killed the alderman." That's right! The mayor ACTUALLY confessed to the murder right then and there!
Judge:
H-H-He confessed?! Order! Order in the court! This is quite conclusive testimony if it stands!
Blackquill:
Just so. And quite astonishing, I might add. I only learned of this fact during the recess.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! I just LOVE surprises, don't you? That's why I saved the best for last. Consider it a gift from ME to YOU!
Athena:
No way. I don't believe Mr. L'Belle heard the mayor confess.
Judge:
But... but is this really true? Did Mayor Tenma really confess?
Blackquill:
It is, indeed. During that last recess, I confirmed it with the mayor's daughter. It would seem Mayor Tenma actually did confess.
Judge:
Hmm... That testimony is quite favorable to the prosecution's--
L'Belle:
This is L'Belle. Yes, I called earlier about the PARTY reservations. That's right. And I'll be calling MY little shindig "Mayor Tenma's Conviction Gala." A SPLENDID time is guaranteed for all -- all but the mayor and his defense, ah ha ha ha!
Judge:
Well, as it seems our witness is a very busy man, let's get right to his testimony. Mr. L'Belle, please tell us what you saw when you came upon the scene of the crime.
Witness Testimony
-- What L'Belle Saw --
L'Belle:
I was in the hallway, HIDING in the shadows. THAT'S when I heard the confession.
Upon LEARNING of her father's crime, little Jinxie fled without EVER noticing me.
Immediately AFTER that, the mayor came to, stood up and opened the Forbidden Chamber!
As I ran in TERROR, the demon emerged from his prison!
In shock, I FLED down the hallway to my right -- the one with the PHONE at the end.
Judge:
I must say... this is a shocking revelation... Quite unexpected. To think the defendant actually confessed then and there to his crime!
L'Belle:
Perhaps the guilt was TOO much to bear, so he confided in his daughter.
Judge:
You do realize you should not have withheld such crucial testimony from the court!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Once again, SORRY! It's just, I feared being accused if I mentioned coming upon that MOST unpleasant scene.
Apollo:
Argh. Why did the mayor's confession have to be brought up by THIS guy...
Athena:
We better do something before the judge declares the mayor guilty!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. As a death row inmate once told me in years gone by... "There is a time to fight and a time to yield. A time to live, and a time to die."
Apollo:
Arrrgh! (He's laying it on real thick now.)
Judge:
The defense may now cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- What L'Belle Saw --
L'Belle:
I was in the hallway, HIDING in the shadows. THAT'S when I heard the confession.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You claim that the mayor confessed to his daughter. Are you sure about that?
L'Belle:
PEASANT! You wouldn't DARE ask such a question if you truly understood. TRUE beauty is never wrong.
Apollo:
It's not?
L'Belle:
No, beauty is carved DEEP in the DNA. That means I'M programmed to ALWAYS be right, EVEN when I'm wrong.
Apollo:
I'm not following.
L'Belle:
These exquisite ears like flowers abloom... These eyes that shine like pearls... This hair like the finest silk... Nothing can corrupt the truth they hold!
Apollo:
Uh... right...
Judge:
Hmm... The witness will hurry up and explain this truth of his. Specifically, what did Jinxie Tenma do upon hearing the confession?
L'Belle:
Upon LEARNING of her father's crime, little Jinxie fled without EVER noticing me.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
How did Ms. Tenma appear to you?
L'Belle:
Oh, the poor little thing seemed POSITIVELY heartbroken -- all teary eyed and whatnot. I couldn't help but shed a few tears myself after seeing her like that.
Athena:
He actually sympathized with Jinxie? Seems like an overly human emotion for him.
Apollo:
Yeah, because he's the only real monster we've seen so far -- in looks and in character.
L'Belle:
The NEXT thing I did was check my face in the mirror.
Apollo:
Checked your face? Why?
L'Belle:
Pffft! To behold the beauty that is my sadness, why else!
Athena:
...Apollo, I'm starting to lose all faith in humanity.
Apollo:
I know the feeling, but hang in there. At least keep faith in our client.
Judge:
Let's keep moving, shall we? So what happened next?
L'Belle:
Immediately AFTER that, the mayor came to, stood up and opened the Forbidden Chamber!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
He opened the Forbidden Chamber? But why would he do that?
L'Belle:
Who knows? MAYBE he wanted to free the demon, Tenma Taro?
Apollo:
Apollo:
The courtroom is no place for fairytales! Remember, you ARE under oath!
L'Belle:
Hello? L'Belle speaking. ...Yes, I will CERTAINLY explore the matter. Toodles! Now, WHERE were we again?
Apollo:
You were going to tell us the real reason why the mayor opened the Forbidden Chamber!
L'Belle:
Oh, yes! Of course. Hello? This is L'Belle. ...A ha ha ha! Good one, sir! You're an ABSOLUTE riot. ...Okay, bye. You were saying?
Apollo:
Never mind. (This is a waste of time. He's just going to tell more lies.)
Judge:
The witness will focus on his testimony, not his phone calls. Now, tell the court what you did after you saw the mayor open the Forbidden Chamber.
L'Belle:
Well, after THAT...
L'Belle:
As I ran in TERROR, the demon emerged from his prison!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What was Mr. Filch like at the time?
L'Belle:
He was shouting, "I can't see! I can't see! It's the curse o' Tenma Taro!" THEN, he took off running like a MADMAN.
Apollo:
He must've been blinded by the sudden light flooding in.
L'Belle:
Wrong.
Apollo:
What?
L'Belle:
He set EYES upon me... ...and was thus BLINDED by my radiant beauty!
Apollo:
.........
Athena:
...So, it was the curse of Florent L'Belle, rather than Tenma Taro?
L'Belle:
Yes, I'm afraid such beauty can be a curse. It's almost criminal.
Blackquill:
...The only thing criminal here... is your ceaseless jabbering. Now, get on with your testimony.
L'Belle:
Oh, forgive me, Your Darkness. Let's see... Oh, yes. I FLED for dear life from Tenma Taro, and...
L'Belle:
In shock, I FLED down the hallway to my right -- the one with the PHONE at the end.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, after you fled into the hallway with the phone at the end... ...Tenma Taro ran off toward the foyer?
L'Belle:
PRECISELY.
Athena:
Notice any inconsistencies, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, Jinxie also saw Tenma Taro, right?
Athena:
She did. She said they passed each other in the hall after she made that call to the police.
Apollo:
Well, if L'Belle had fled down the hall where that phone is... ...Jinxie would've seen him when she was returning from making her call.
Athena:
Oh, right. And if she saw him, she would've definitely asked him for help.
Apollo:
Right. It just doesn't make any sense. (Time to review the evidence.)
Present Jinxie's Statement
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Florent L'Belle, you're lying about having witnessed those events from the hallway!"
Athena:
If we don't find some way to poke a hole in his testimony... ...Mayor Tenma is as good as guilty!
Apollo:
This is bad, very bad.
Athena:
We need to find an inconsistency, a mistake, some kind of conflict!
Apollo:
(It's all over if we can't find a flaw in the prosecution's case!)
Apollo:
Florent L'Belle, you're lying about having witnessed those events from the hallway!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! What on EARTH do you mean?
Judge:
Yes, care to fill the rest of us in, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
If Mr. L'Belle had really fled down into the hall with the phone in it... ...he would've crossed paths with Ms. Tenma.
L'Belle:
...What's this?
Apollo:
After she discovered the crime scene, she immediately went to call the police. Then, after making her call, she went back to the main hallway... ...whereupon she encountered the demon, yokai, or whatever you want to call it. As for me, I call it Phineas Filch in a Tenma Taro costume! The encounter happened right there, where the hallways meet. As for Mr. L'Belle, if he had fled here, feigning escape from the yokai imposter...
Judge:
Why, yes! The two would've crossed paths!
Apollo:
Right. Except Ms. Tenma told us that "there was no one else in the hall." In short, Ms. Tenma did not see you in the hall because you were never really there!
L'Belle:
Aaaaaah! My eyes! My beautiful eyes!
Apollo:
(Hah! Not such a FABULOUS scent now, is it!)
Judge:
But Mr. Justice, the witness also stated that he heard the mayor confess. If he was lying about hearing the confession from the hall... ...then where was he when he heard it?
Apollo:
Inside the Fox Chamber, where else?
Judge:
Hmm... But isn't that within the very crime scene?!
Apollo:
It is, Your Honor. And that means he's not really a witness. Rather, he's the third party I've been alleging this whole time!
L'Belle:
What?! You think I'M the killer? How DARE you!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Foolish fop. A true man knows when he is beaten. A shield of lies comes to naught before a foe with the sword of truth bared.
L'Belle:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill, what ARE you...? I thought WE were on the SAME side?
Blackquill:
You are mistaken. There are no sides here, save for my cold, steely edge of judgment. You are alone upon this battlefield, with naught but your lies and sickly sweet perfume.
Apollo:
(Whoa, what just happened? Blackquill's really tearing into him!)
Blackquill:
You heard the mayor's confession from the inside, did you not, you deviant dandy? For the sole location from which you could've seen and heard the mayor and the tanuki... ...without either of them noticing you was right there in the Fox Chamber.
L'Belle:
.........Oh, my. So THAT'S how it's going to be? Fine, I'll come clean, then.
Apollo:
Seriously? You admit to being there in the Fox Chamber?
L'Belle:
I do! I DID enter the room AFTER the murder. But I was afraid of being FALSELY accused, so I lied about it. I feel TERRIBLE about lying like that. But it's a verbal cologne I use to PROTECT myself.
Apollo:
You'd better explain yourself, Mr. L'Belle!
L'Belle:
Yes, of course! I was JUST about to get to that!
Judge:
The witness is skating on thin ice. I'll remind you that perjury is a very serious crime. Now, let's hear your testimony again, this time without your perfume of lies.
Witness Testimony
-- In the Fox Chamber --
L'Belle:
I DID enter the Fox Chamber after the murder.
But I DIDN'T enter until AFTER Jinxie had heard the confession and left.
I HEARD the mayor groan and hid behind the folding screen there.
What I saw there up close... It was absolutely HORRIFYING!
So you SEE, I was THERE, but merely watching from behind the screen.
Judge:
From behind the screen? Why, yes, I believe you wouldn't be spotted if you were there.
Blackquill:
Just so. He could see everything without being spotted by the victim or that tanuki Filch. Suffice to say, he was mere witness to the events, rather than an actual third party.
Apollo:
......... (This guy's as slippery as an eel.)
Athena:
Apollo, you think he's telling the truth?
Apollo:
Well, he WAS in the Fox Chamber, so at least that much must be true.
Judge:
The defense may cross-examine our slightly voyeuristic witness.
Cross Examination
-- In the Fox Chamber --
L'Belle:
I DID enter the Fox Chamber after the murder.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Why in the world would you enter that grisly crime scene?
L'Belle:
WHY? Because I was WORRIED sick. Mayor Tenma's suit, it...
Apollo:
It what?
L'Belle:
It was designed PERSONALLY by me. I was WORRIED my work of art might get blood on it.
Apollo:
(This man clearly has his priorities in order...)
L'Belle:
Okay, let's get this over with, SHALL WE? Now, where was I? Oh, yes, so I ENTERED the Fox Chamber almost WITHOUT thinking.
L'Belle:
But I DIDN'T enter until AFTER Jinxie had heard the confession and left.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Why didn't you enter right away?
L'Belle:
And RUIN my designer shoes?
Apollo:
Your shoes?
L'Belle:
Even now, just THINKING about getting blood on my FABULOUS footwear... It sends CHILLS down my spine. That's why I hesitated.
Athena:
Athena:
That's terrible! A man was dying and another injured and you're worried about your shoes?!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Need I remind you, this is a court of law. We are not teaching morality here. We have schools of etiquette and such for trivial pursuits.
Athena:
Gah.
Blackquill:
Now, you listen to me, you deceptive dandy. Get to the point and be quick about it.
L'Belle:
...Yes, well, I WAS there in the Fox Chamber, BUT...
L'Belle:
I HEARD the mayor groan and hid behind the folding screen there.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Wait a second! Why did you hide yourself?
L'Belle:
Oh, my. So you DO understand!
Apollo:
I do?
L'Belle:
By hiding, I was concealing my FABULOUS beauty, which, for the sake of the universe... ...is something I should NEVER EVER do! THAT'S what you were thinking, right?
Apollo:
(I'm sensing a black hole of egocentricity forming around the witness stand.)
Blackquill:
We can deliberate his mental process another time. Get on with the testimony. Now!
L'Belle:
Well, regarding the murder scene...
L'Belle:
What I saw there up close... It was absolutely HORRIFYING!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Could you describe the crime scene in a bit more detail?
L'Belle:
Hm? And WHAT exactly would you like DETAILS about?
Apollo:
Well, what I'd like to ask you about is...
The feathers and tracks
Apollo:
What do you remember about the yokai feathers and tracks?
L'Belle:
They RESULTED when Tenma Taro EXITED the Forbidden Chamber. He came out in QUITE a rush, scattering feathers THIS way and THAT.
Apollo:
Did you immediately know it was Mr. Filch?
L'Belle:
I did. And THAT'S why I suggested we cook up our alibis together.
Apollo:
And how did those practice sessions go?
L'Belle:
They were NEARLY the death of me. Filchy has to be the WORST STUDENT EVER.
Athena:
He really doesn't think he's done anything wrong, does he?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Do you consider his statement to be of any importance?
Apollo:
(Is it important?)
Very important
Apollo:
Yes, I believe it is, Your Honor. I request that it be added to the testimony!
Add statement:
"The yokai feathers and tracks weren't there before the Fox Chamber was opened."
Not so important
Apollo:
(It's probably not particularly important.) No, Your Honor. The witness may proceed.
L'Belle:
All right, then. I would JUST like to add that it was a TERRIBLY grisly scene, as I have described.
The feathers and tracks (after adding the statement)
Apollo:
What do you remember about the yokai feathers and tracks?
L'Belle:
They RESULTED when Tenma Taro EXITED the Forbidden Chamber. He came out in QUITE a rush, scattering feathers THIS way and THAT.
Apollo:
Did you immediately know it was Mr. Filch?
L'Belle:
I did. And THAT'S why I suggested we cook up our alibis together.
Apollo:
And how did those practice sessions go?
L'Belle:
They were NEARLY the death of me. Filchy has to be the WORST STUDENT EVER.
Athena:
He really doesn't think he's done anything wrong, does he?
Apollo:
(I've already had him add this statement to his testimony... ...but is there really anything there? Maybe I should try reviewing the evidence.)
The Forbidden Chamber
Apollo:
Could you please describe the Forbidden Chamber at the time?
L'Belle:
It was SHUT tight until the MAYOR opened it.
Apollo:
(He's really trying to stress that it was the mayor who opened the Forbidden Chamber.)
Athena:
Tsk, that big liar! He opened it himself!
Apollo:
(Whoa. If looks could kill, L'Belle would be toast!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Do you consider his statement to be of any importance?
Apollo:
(Is it important?)
Very important
Apollo:
I have a feeling it is. Let's add it to the testimony, just in case.
Add statement:
"The Forbidden Chamber was shut tight until the mayor opened it."
Not so important
Apollo:
(It's probably not particularly important.) No, Your Honor. The witness may proceed.
L'Belle:
All right, then. I would JUST like to add that it was a TERRIBLY grisly scene, as I have described.
The Forbidden Chamber (after adding the statement)
Apollo:
Could you please describe the Forbidden Chamber at the time?
L'Belle:
It was SHUT tight until the MAYOR opened it.
Apollo:
(He's really trying to stress that it was the mayor who opened the Forbidden Chamber.)
Athena:
Tsk, that big liar! He opened it himself!
Apollo:
(Whoa. If looks could kill, L'Belle would be toast! I've already had him add this statement to his testimony... ...but is there really anything there? Maybe I should try reviewing the evidence.)
The murder weapon
Apollo:
Could you describe the state of the weapons that had been used at the scene?
L'Belle:
The spear had been thrust ALL the way through Alderman Kyubi. Then there was that STATUE the alderman used to BLUDGEON Mayor Tenma. That INCREDIBLY inspiring symbol had fallen to the floor.
Apollo:
(Oh, right, the statue... But why would he find it inspiring?) Why exactly did you find the statue inspiring?
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Well! When I saw THAT statue... I felt as if the MERGER had been realized! It was like... ...a celebration of union between town and village -- an INSPIRING symbol of goodwill!
Apollo:
(A broken statue next to a bloody corpse... Real inspiring...)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Do you consider his statement to be of any importance?
Apollo:
(Is it important?)
Very important
Leads to:
"I believe that to be extremely importantly [sic]!"
Not so important
Apollo:
(It's probably not particularly important.) No, Your Honor. The witness may proceed.
L'Belle:
All right, then. I would JUST like to add that it was a TERRIBLY grisly scene, as I have described.
Apollo:
I believe that to be extremely importantly [sic]! I request that it be added to the testimony!
Add statement:
"A statue had fallen to the floor. It was a token of goodwill celebrating the municipal merger."
The murder weapon (after adding the statement)
Apollo:
Could you describe the state of the weapons that had been used at the scene?
L'Belle:
The spear had been thrust ALL the way through Alderman Kyubi. Then there was that STATUE the alderman used to BLUDGEON Mayor Tenma. That INCREDIBLY inspiring symbol had fallen to the floor.
Apollo:
(Oh, right, the statue... But why would he find it inspiring?) Why exactly did you find the statue inspiring?
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Well! When I saw THAT statue... I felt as if the MERGER had been realized! It was like... ...a celebration of union between town and village -- an INSPIRING symbol of goodwill!
Apollo:
(A broken statue next to a bloody corpse... Real inspiring... I've already had him add this statement to his testimony... ...but is there really anything there? Maybe I should try reviewing the evidence.)
L'Belle:
The yokai feathers and tracks weren't there before the Fox Chamber was opened.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
They were left there by Mr. Filch, weren't they.
L'Belle:
They WERE, indeed. And it was QUITE a shock when I saw that yokai.
Judge:
I can't imagine how terrifying it must've been to see this face emerging from the darkness.
Apollo:
(Okay, so he's not even reality TV-grade handsome. Can we move on now?)
Athena:
Apollo, you think that statement's important?
Apollo:
I don't think there's anything particularly unusual there, so let's keep going.
L'Belle:
The Forbidden Chamber was shut tight until the mayor opened it.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You're lying about the mayor opening the Forbidden Chamber, aren't you?!
L'Belle:
In a SENSE, yes, it COULD be seen as a lie.
Apollo:
Wait, so you admit it?
L'Belle:
In this world RIDDLED with deceit, my beauty is the ONLY self-evident truth! That is to say, all else except me is but fiction and lies.
Apollo:
(The nerve of this guy! His testimony is riddled with lies! Looks like I won't be getting anything useful out of this statement.)
L'Belle:
A statue had fallen to the floor. It was a token of goodwill celebrating the municipal merger.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
A token of goodwill... Are you referring to the fox and demon statue?
L'Belle:
Yes, the STATUE the alderman allegedly use to STRIKE BACK at Mayor Tenma. The mayor TRAMPLED down municipal goodwill only to be CLOBBERED by its symbol! It's QUITE ironic, don't you think?
Apollo:
(And that's when that symbol of goodwill was transformed into a symbol of conflict.)
Present Fox and Demon Statue
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Your lies have finally betrayed you, Mr. L'Belle!"
L'Belle:
So you SEE, I was THERE, but merely watching from behind the screen.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
The mayor had been knocked out by a blow to the head. Could he really have opened the Forbidden Chamber in that state?
L'Belle:
Well, it DID seem difficult. He was ALL woozy and stumbling around as he opened it. It was SUCH a heroic effort that I NEARLY started to cheer him on despite myself!
Apollo:
(I think the mayor needed medical attention more than a cheerleader.)
Athena:
You think he's telling the truth about being there in that room?
Apollo:
Well, I believe he was there... The question is, when did he enter?
Athena:
You mean, did he enter after Jinxie fled... ...or was he there before the murder? If it's the latter, that would change everything.
Apollo:
Right. If he was there before the murder, that would make him a suspect.
Athena:
But how do we go about proving that?
Apollo:
Well... I guess we ask him about what happened there. Anyway, let's press him and see what kind of info we can extract from him.
Athena:
Let's cross our fingers that he says or reveals something incriminating.
Apollo:
Your lies have finally betrayed you, Mr. L'Belle!
L'Belle:
What POSSIBLY could you mean?
Apollo:
You said this statue was "like a celebration of union between town and village." Isn't that correct?!
L'Belle:
It is indeed! But WHAT of it? The two yokai ARE joining hands in goodwill... ...as if they were CELEBRATING the municipal merger!
Apollo:
............
L'Belle:
.........Something the matter?
Apollo:
So, how did you really know that this statue was meant to be a symbol of goodwill again?
L'Belle:
What?
Blackquill:
.........Justice-dono, explain yourself. And make it quick.
Apollo:
This statue WAS meant to symbolize goodwill in its original form, but that was a secret.
L'Belle:
A secret? What EVER do you mean?!
Apollo:
What I mean is that it broke when someone used it to strike Mayor Tenma on the head. What's left clearly makes it look like the two yokai are battling it out!
L'Belle:
Eep!
Apollo:
The statue's secret and its true form were lost inside that locked room. For Ms. Tenma is the only living soul who should know what it once looked like. So, Mr. L'Belle, where could you have possibly seen the statue in its original form?
L'Belle:
! P-Pffft! What do you mean, WHERE?!
Apollo:
The only possible answer is this! You saw the statue in its original form... ...right there in the room where the alderman was murdered before it was broken!
L'Belle:
How DARE you!
Judge:
M-Mr. Justice! Are you accusing the witness with some sort of crime?
Apollo:
...Yes. Yes I am. Florent L'Belle! I accuse you of the murder of Alderman Rex Kyubi!
L'Belle:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. L'Belle! You've been accused of murder. Do you have anything to say in your defense?
L'Belle:
...Arrrrrrgh! How could YOU possibly accuse ME -- the EMBODIMENT of BEAUTY!
Athena:
Way to go, Apollo! This is the conclusive evidence we needed! Magnifico!
Apollo:
We've got you now! We know you killed the alderman. Now, admit it!
L'Belle:
I-I... I... Aaaagh!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Enough of your silly games, Justice-dono. This prancing peacock could not possibly be the killer.
Apollo:
Apollo:
What are you talking about?! His alibi has already crumbled to dust! And I just proved that he was in the Fox Chamber while it was still locked tight!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Why could he have not seen the statue in its true form before the murder? After all, he was close friends with the alderman. Ergo...
L'Belle:
Y-Yes, th-that's right! I CLEARLY remember it now! Alderman Kyubi TOLD me about it. ...About what the statue ACTUALLY looked like! I mean, he WAS a good friend of mine, ah ha ha ha!
Athena:
Athena:
Yeah, right! He wouldn't show you a secret gift just like that!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Moreover, it has already been proven that he was not present at the scene of the crime.
Athena:
It has?
Blackquill:
Forgotten, have we? Recall the little scamp's statement if you will. When Jinxie Tenma unlocked the Fox Chamber... ...she saw the alderman and the mayor collapsed therein -- and no one else.
Athena:
Oh.
Apollo:
Dangit.
Blackquill:
The fact is, it was you two who made that apparent in yesterday's court session. Thus, Florent L'Belle could not possibly have been in that locked room!
Apollo:
Urrrrghhnnn...
Athena:
Nooooooooo...
Apollo:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! (I just don't get it. How could Jinxie not have seen L'Belle?)
Blackquill:
.........The proof is incontrovertible. No room for debate exists. Am I not right, Your Baldness?
Judge:
Hmm... It does seem awfully conclusive. The facts point to the defendant and victim being the only people in that locked room. Moreover, the defendant has already confessed.
Apollo:
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
You cannot defend the indefensible. Your role in this charade is over, Justice-dono.
Apollo:
B-B-But...
Blackquill:
Your Baldness... This trial would last an eternity if we were to keep crossing blades with these simpletons. It is high time you brought down the hammer of justice.
Judge:
...A point well made. I believe it's time to declare a verdict. This court finds the defendant, Damian Tenma...
Tenma:
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! It would seem that my time is at hand!
Apollo:
M-Mayor Tenma?
Tenma:
Counselor! There is a matter to which I must testify! I recall it now only for your good graces.
Apollo:
C-Counselor? Oh, right, he must mean me. (Has he finally remembered what happened before that blow to his head?)
Blackquill:
Bailiff! Don't just stand there! Seize him!
Bailiff:
It's no good! I can't restrain him!
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! Know me and despair! For I am Tenma Taro, demon lord of the yokai!
Judge:
M-Mr. Justice! Do something!
Apollo:
(Since when am I responsible for court security?!)
Athena:
Apollo, this is our chance! We might get some new information out of him!
Apollo:
Y-Your Honor! Seeing as our client has something new to say... ...I believe due process demands that we hear him out, even if he is a yokai!
Judge:
Hmm... When you put it that way... .........Still, I believe testimony by a yokai is unprecedented in the legal world.
Blackquill:
Hmph. Unprecedented in absurdity more like.
Judge:
All right then, Mr. Damian Tenma -- or should I say, Mr. Tenma Taro. Your testimony, please.
Tenma:
I shall now speak of recollections most real, courtesy of my host Damian Tenma. Heed these words, mortals, for hear them but once you shall! Caw caw-caw-caw!
Witness Testimony
-- The Ruler of Demonkind --
Tenma:
Barely conscious was Damian there amid the darkness.
Suddenly, two yokai did appear!
On one side, I, Tenma Taro, ruler of demonkind!
And on the other, my mortal enemy, the Nine-Tailed Fox!
Apollo:
............
Athena:
............
Judge:
............Umm... So, is the defendant asserting that the room he was in was very dark at the time?
Tenma:
Hrmm. Strange as it may be, yes, indeed, all was in darkness.
Apollo:
And the part about Tenma Taro and the Nine-Tailed Fox being there?
Tenma:
Yes, that, too! Tenma Taro towered overhead and the Nine-Tailed Fox glittered gold!
Apollo:
.........Aaaaah! I call animal abuse, Your Honor!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. It would seem the defendant's recollections are not to be trusted.
Tenma:
Yes, well, truth be told, my host's recollections are still a bit fuzzy. As if half dreamt, that happening lingers in his mind.
Athena:
...Apollo. Maybe I can help here.
Apollo:
Really? Oh, you mean...?
Athena:
Yeah, I can hear it. The discord in his heart. I sense an unusual emotion in the mayor's memory of the event.
Apollo:
Okay, I just hope our findings don't come back to haunt us... again.
Tenma:
Barely conscious was Damian there amid the darkness.
Tenma:
Suddenly, two yokai did appear!
Tenma:
On, one side, I, Tenma Taro, ruler of demonkind!
Tenma:
And on the other, my mortal enemy, the Nine-Tailed Fox!
Pinpoint Happiness
Apollo:
Got it!
Leads to:
"When the Nine-Tailed Fox appeared, you not only experienced shock and sadness..."
Athena:
It sounds like the mayor saw the same thing as what's shown on that scroll.
Apollo:
What's with those Tenmas and their yokai vision?
Athena:
I think it's sweet how father and daughter can share something like that.
Apollo:
(I don't think a shared nightmare really qualifies as sweet.) Anyway, all I need to do is point out an unnatural reaction like last time?
Athena:
Right. Look for places where an emotion conflicts with the testimony. That conflict usually indicates a thought or emotion that is being suppressed.
Apollo:
When the Nine-Tailed Fox appeared, you not only experienced shock and sadness... ...but also, something like joy as well.
Tenma:
Joy? Hmm... Perhaps it was joy at the light coming to my eyes at long last. A long and terrible creaking did pierce the silence... ...and then there was light! On reflection, it was a door that did produce that infernal racket.
Apollo:
A creaking door? Oh, you must be talking about the Forbidden Chamber door. It does make a lot of noise.
Athena:
So, this means the Forbidden Chamber really was opened. But what about the sudden light he described?
Apollo:
I think I know! He mentioned darkness and Tenma Taro towering overhead. Maybe the mayor wasn't really in the Fox Chamber at the time of the crime! Mr. Mayor! Did the darkness that you were in happen to be here?
Present Forbidden Chamber
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The Forbidden Chamber?! Was it not the Fox Chamber where the murder did occur?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma, the darkness you were in was... right here!
Tenma:
Hrrrm? You claim I was there? No such recollections do I possess.
Apollo:
That's just because your memory is still hazy!
Tenma:
Hrmm... On further reflection, I believe that... ...you are gravely misguided!
Apollo:
Huh?
Athena:
He means you got that one wrong, Apollo.
Tenma:
Counselor! I expect attempts of a more serious nature from you!
Apollo:
All right, let's think that one over again.
Leads back to:
"Mr. Mayor! Did the darkness that you were in happen to be here?"
Tenma:
The Forbidden Chamber?! Was it not the Fox Chamber where the murder did occur?
Apollo:
Yes, but it all makes sense if you were in the Forbidden Chamber! That terrible creaking sound was probably the Forbidden Chamber's door opening. And the towering Tenma Taro you saw? Most likely the Forbidden Chamber's statue!
Tenma:
Why, yes! That would explain it! The darkness and the staff in the demon's grasp!
Athena:
But even if all that's true, then what about the Nine-Tailed Fox?
Apollo:
Umm... Maybe he was seeing things, just like Jinxie and her imaginary yokai.
Athena:
Fantástico, Apollo! It's entirely possible! In a groggy, dream-like state, people can misremember things and events.
Tenma:
Misremember, you say? Hrmm. Let me think. ...Ah! I do believe... I remember now! That... that was not the Nine-Tailed Fox. It was... ...The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Apollo:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaat! Th-The Amazing Nine-Tails?
Tenma:
At first, this is but a dream, I thought. Now, however, most clearly do I recall it. Twas The Amazing Nine-Tails who did open the Forbidden Chamber's door!
NOISE LEVEL60%
Apollo:
............ (I'm sorry I asked.)
Athena:
The Amazing Nine-Tails? But that was the victim, Alderman Kyubi, right?
Apollo:
Yeah. Why would he open the Forbidden Chamber? Wasn't he trying to keep it sealed?
Athena:
Never mind that! This is completely new information! Let me enter it and run an update!
Tenma:
Barely conscious was Damian there in the Forbidden Chamber.
Tenma:
Amid the darkness, a mighty statue of Tenma Taro loomed overhead.
Tenma:
Suddenly, the door did open, and a shaft of light did pierce the gloom!
Tenma:
The Amazing Nine-Tails had come to the rescue!
Pinpoint Sadness
Apollo:
Got it!
Leads to:
"When The Amazing Nine-Tails opened the chamber, banishing the darkness within..."
Athena:
What do you suppose The Amazing Nine-Tails was up to?
Apollo:
Good question. Could he have been trying to free the mayor from the Forbidden Chamber?
Athena:
But why help an enemy like that? Wasn't he opposed to the mayor's merger plan?
Apollo:
Hmm... Well, at least now we know why the room suddenly lit up.
Athena:
Must've been a huge relief for the mayor. I mean, just thinking about being trapped in that pitch-black room freaks me out.
Apollo:
When The Amazing Nine-Tails opened the chamber, banishing the darkness within... ...you felt joy, but didn't you also feel shock and sadness?
Tenma:
Hrmmm... Yes, in the hazy depths of my mind, I do recollect something of that nature. I believe it was the fiend's cape of red. For when I did behold it, a great wave of sadness did inexplicitly wash over me.
NOISE LEVEL20%
Apollo:
(A cape... of red?)
Athena:
Apollo! We've reduced the noise level! Oh, but there's still a little left.
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma, why were you sad when you saw the red cape?
Tenma:
Hrmmm... Why indeed...?
Apollo:
(What could this mean?)
Athena:
I guess his memory is still a little spotty. I know because his latest recollection contradicts the evidence.
Apollo:
Yeah, it's one of those contradictions that slaps you right across the face.
Athena:
Hmm... Something this obvious could arise... ...when someone is trying to force a fuzzy memory into a definitive shape. Apollo, I know what you have to do! You need to present evidence that contradicts the image you see!
Apollo:
Oh, so it's basically the same as the usual cross-examination process. (Okay, time to review the evidence. Look out contradiction, here comes Justice!)
Tenma:
Barely conscious was Damian there in the Forbidden Chamber.
Tenma:
Amid the darkness, a mighty statue of Tenma Taro loomed overhead.
Tenma:
Suddenly, the door did open, and a shaft of light did pierce the gloom!
Tenma:
The Amazing Nine-Tails had come to the rescue!
Present Amazing Nine-Tails Glossy
Apollo:
Leads to:
"You said The Amazing Nine-Tails's cape was red. Are you sure about that?"
Apollo:
It still seems like his memory is really confused.
Athena:
Yeah, that's because unlike data, memories are living, breathing things. Preconception, illusion, memory overlap, memory repression... Our memories are intimately tied to our psychology and emotions.
Apollo:
So, this contradiction is somehow caused by an emotion?
Athena:
I believe so. There's some deeper meaning here. Let's present some evidence. Maybe it will help jog his memory!
Apollo:
You said The Amazing Nine-Tails's cape was red. Are you sure about that?
Tenma:
Yes, well, I do believe it was a red cape I saw, but...
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma! Does this cape look red to you?!
Tenma:
Ohhhh! That certainly does NOT look red! Not even scarlet or crimson, either! Nevertheless! Upon my liberation something red did fill my as yet hazy field of view... ...and I thought to myself, "Ah! The Amazing Nine-Tails is arrayed in a cape of red!"
Apollo:
So, you mistook that red something for his cape, huh?
Tenma:
Apparently so. And remembering it now, brings a great sadness upon me.
Athena:
So the red something probably wasn't a cape after all. Maybe that great sadness he mentioned is what's interfering with his memory.
Apollo:
Well, he would've seen the Fox Chamber behind The Amazing Nine-Tails. What red object could he have seen there that would've been that shocking? Hmm... I know! Could it have been...! Mr. Mayor, was the red thing you saw this?
Present Crime Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Something red that could produce a deep sadness..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Tenma:
Foolish mortal! Do you mock me?!
Apollo:
Whoa! Sorry!
Tenma:
I'm afraid I have no recollection of seeing such an item. You must cease this practice of leaping before looking!
Apollo:
S-Sorry! Sorry! (Youch! That was a human/demon double punch!)
Athena:
Apollo, think of something that's red and could produce a feeling of sadness... And take a good look at the evidence again!
Leads back to:
"Mr. Mayor, was the red thing you saw this?"
Apollo:
Something red that could produce a deep sadness... Could it be, Mr. Tenma, that what you saw... was the alderman's blood?!
Tenma:
Blood?! Why, yes! It was blood! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! It's all coming back to me now! It wasn't a red cape that I saw... It was, lying behind The Amazing Nine-Tails, the alderman's bloody body!
Athena:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
NOISE LEVEL0%BYE BYE
Athena:
His noise level is down to zero! I think he's remembered everything now.
Apollo:
Does this mean The Amazing Nine-Tails killed Alderman Kyubi?
Athena:
But the alderman WAS The Amazing Nine-Tails, so how exactly would that work?
Apollo:
Hey! I asked you first!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice, you sure know how to make a complicated matter even more complicated.
Apollo:
True, but at the time of the crime, out client was in the Forbidden Chamber. Moreover--
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hoy! Don't you think this strange? The little scamp has already confirmed her father to be in the Fox Chamber. But she said naught about seeing The Amazing Nine-Tails there.
Apollo:
Ack. (You just had to bring that up, didn't you...?)
Athena:
Jinxie didn't see L'Belle there, either. It's so weird. Who really was in that room, then?
Judge:
Would the defense care to share any theories with the court? Can you explain the inconsistency between the defendant's testimony and his daughter's?
Yes, I can
Apollo:
Yes, o-of course, I can explain it! (Because if I don't, we're in serious trouble!)
Leads to:
"Not with more of your bluffs and fairy tales, I trust?"
No, I can't
Apollo:
Explaining something like that would be completely--
Athena:
Athena:
Possible! My colleague here is going to explain it so it's crystal clear!
Apollo:
I am?!
Athena:
Even if you can't explain it, you can't let them know that! Just make something up!
Apollo:
(I don't hear YOU helping!)
Leads to:
"Not with more of your bluffs and fairy tales, I trust?"
Blackquill:
Not with more of your bluffs and fairy tales, I trust? Fair warning, Justice-dono. I shall have your head if you fail to explain this.
Apollo:
Eep! (What about a good old-fashion penalty?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice, let's see if you have a head worth keeping on your shoulders.
Apollo:
First of all, Mr. L'Belle was definitely in the Fox Chamber while it was locked. We also know that Mayor Tenma was in the Forbidden Chamber based on his testimony. These two facts are crucial to my explanation. So, let us consider the following question. If the facts point to Florent L'Belle and the victim being there at the scene... ...why did Jinxie Tenma see her father Mayor Tenma and the victim?
Judge:
Hmm... A very good question, indeed. And I suppose you have an answer for us?
Apollo:
......... (Sadly, you would be supposing wrong...)
Athena:
Umm... You think she could've mistaken L'Belle for the mayor?
Apollo:
Well, if she did, then the question is, why did she do that?
Judge:
Well, how about that explanation, Mr. Justice? I believe the time for questions is over. The defense asserts that Florent L'Belle was at the scene of the crime. However, Jinxie Tenma has testified that she saw her father collapsed there. If she has, in fact, misremembered the event, what could've made her do so?
Jinxie was confused
Apollo:
Ms. Tenma was in a state of confusion at the time. That's how she mistook Mr. L'Belle for Mayor Tenma there in the Fox Chamber. After all, they both look kind of like yokai.
Judge:
I'm afraid I don't follow you, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Um, can I have a do-over on that one?!
Leads back to:
"The defense asserts that Florent L'Belle was at the scene of the crime."
L'Belle was disguised as Tenma
Leads to:
"The figure Ms. Tenma saw was not her father."
She got the rooms mixed up
Apollo:
She only thought she was in the Fox Chamber because she got the rooms mixed up!
Judge:
Hmm... When I'm in a big rush, I may make an unintended detour or two through the building... ...but I never end up in the wrong courtroom!
Athena:
Even if she was confused, I think she'd notice if she entered the Forbidden Chamber. There is that massive barred door to deal with, after all.
Apollo:
Oh, right. Eh heh heh...
Judge:
A penalty for our spatially challenged attorney!
Apollo:
(Let's try that one again.)
Leads back to:
"The defense asserts that Florent L'Belle was at the scene of the crime."
Apollo:
The figure Ms. Tenma saw was not her father. It was Florent L'Belle disguised as Damian Tenma.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
That is a complete impossibility. Their faces are utterly unalike. How could you explain that away with a mere disguise?
Judge:
Yes, they both DO have incredibly distinctive faces.
Apollo:
M-Maybe the disguise completely hid his face?
Athena:
I think Jinxie would've mentioned if she couldn't see her father's face.
Blackquill:
And if it was that sort of disguise, wouldn't she have removed it?
Apollo:
Oh, right...
Blackquill:
Your sword is as dull as your mind, Justice-dono. Shall I show you what a truly sharp blade is capable of?
Apollo:
Aha ha ha... I think I'll pass--ack! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
Blackquill:
.........Hmph.
Athena:
Are you okay, Apollo?!
Apollo:
I'm... I'm... not fine, am I?
Blackquill:
Well, now that we have that little fairytale out of the way... Your Baldness, your verdict if you will.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, I believe it's time for a verdict if you have no further arguments.
Apollo:
Uhh... (What's even left for me to do?)
Athena:
Apollo! Remember what Mr. Wright always says? When you're stuck in a tight spot, turn the case upside down.
Apollo:
Turn the case upside down? Hmm... He does say that, doesn't he? But I don't quite see how it applies here. (Still, never hurts to give it a try, I guess. Let's see... Rather than "Jinxie didn't remove the disguise," maybe "she couldn't remove it." And rather than "she didn't tell anyone about the disguise"... maybe it was "she couldn't talk about it.")
Jinxie:
A wrestler's mask is more precious than his own life! He'd never unmask himself in front of others. But there ARE matches where wrestlers battle for the right to remove each other's masks. To have your mask torn off is the worst humiliation a wrestler could suffer! That's why their masks are more important to them than life itself.
Apollo:
(And what about the fact that it was The Amazing Nine-Tails who opened the door? A mask that can't be removed in front of others? Can these facts turn things around?) Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (We... We got it all backwards!)
Athena:
A-Apollo?
Apollo:
I think... I think we might've made a huge mistake.
Blackquill:
Your Baldness, I see no need to further indulge them in their silly little farce. The defense has no proof. They never did and they never will.
Judge:
Hmm... Then it seems I must announce my verdict--
Apollo:
Apollo:
I DO have proof!
Blackquill:
.........Do you, now?
Judge:
All right, but this better be good, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
We can solve the remaining riddles by turning all of our assumptions upside down. Why Jinxie Tenma mistook Mr. L'Belle for her father... ...why she couldn't remove the costume, or tell anyone about it in the first place... These riddles are inextricably linked to Mayor Tenma's secret identity! A shocking secret identity that will turn the entire premise of this case upside down! This piece of evidence clearly reveals Mayor Tenma's secret identity!
Present Amazing Nine-Tails Mask
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Gah! Wh-What absolute claptrap! Poppycock! Balderdash!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
And that reveals the mayor's secret identity how exactly?
Apollo:
Isn't it obvious?
Judge:
No, it isn't.
Blackquill:
I, too, fail to see your point.
Apollo:
So, I guess we're all in the same boat, then.
Judge:
Mr. Justice! The only revelation here is your shocking desperation.
Apollo:
(Okay, time to find something that doesn't stink of desperation.)
Leads back to:
"These riddles are inextricably linked to Mayor Tenma's secret identity!"
Blackquill:
Gah! Wh-What absolute claptrap! Poppycock! Balderdash!
Apollo:
We thought the alderman was The Amazing Nine-Tails and the mayor was Tenma Taro. That's why we believed the mayor killed the alderman in his lust for Nine-Tails Vale. And it was the basis for the prosecution's entire case against our client. However... We got the whole thing backwards. Mayor Tenma wasn't Tenma Taro at all. He was The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What's thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis?!
Blackquill:
You... You'd best explain yourself, Justice-dono... And from where you derived such a farfetched conclusion!
Apollo:
Jinxie, no doubt, knew the true identity of The Amazing Nine-Tails. But she couldn't tell anyone no matter what. That's why she didn't say it was The Amazing Nine-Tails she saw passed out! Even though, unbeknownst to her, it was really Florent L'Belle in disguise!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
The accused and that deceitful dandy are utterly dissimilar in physical build and voice. The little scamp would have seen the difference!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Remember, Mr. L'Belle has his very own brand of cosmetics. Why couldn't he fake a different build, too? And anyone speaking through a mask would naturally sound different.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Why did she not simply pull the mask off?!
Apollo:
Apollo:
A masked wrestler's disguise is more precious than life itself. As a huge fan of The Amazing Nine-Tails, she would never dare unmask him!
Blackquill:
...Gah! Uuuwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Apollo:
This case of mistaken identity also explains the riddle of the locked room.
Judge:
Then by all means, Mr. Justice, answer it for us already!
Apollo:
First, Mr. L'Belle entered the room where the mayor and the alderman were talking. I suspect he brought with him coffee laced with some sort of sedative. Once the alderman was out cold... ...that's when Mr. L'Belle killed him! Next, he took the mayor, who he had also drugged, into the Forbidden Chamber. Then he returned to the Fox Chamber, slipped into some of the mayor's spare clothes... ...and completed the disguise by donning The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask! With his entire charade in place, Mr. L'Belle then let out a scream... ...the scream that led Jinxie Tenma to the scene.
Athena:
Ah! So then... ...the person who said, "I killed Alderman Kyubi" was...
Apollo:
Yep, that was Florent L'Belle in disguise. The mayor never actually confessed.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. This is no more than guesswork and speculation. Now, stop your jabbering and--
Apollo:
Apollo:
No, you twisted samurai! This time, you stop your jabbering and let me finish making my case!
Blackquill:
Argh!
Apollo:
Once Ms. Tenma left the scene... ...Mr. L'Belle, still wearing the mayor's clothes and mask, opened the Forbidden Chamber... ...so he could drag the mayor back out into the Fox Chamber!
Athena:
Oh, so The Amazing Nine-Tails the mayor saw was...
Apollo:
Right, it was L'Belle opening the Forbidden Chamber. The second time Mr. L'Belle opened the door to the Forbidden Chamber... ...he happened to catch the thieving Mr. Filch by surprise. Startled, Mr. Filch in his Tenma Taro disguise ran as fast as he could away from the room. As he did, he left behind him a trail of feathers and tracks... ...and gave Ms. Tenma the scare of her life in the hallway. With no one left to witness the events that had occurred... ...Mr. L'Belle then proceeded to drag the sleeping mayor back into the Fox Chamber.
Judge:
I see. Well, that all certainly does make sense.
Apollo:
Then, after dragging the mayor back into the Fox Chamber... ...Mr. L'Belle threw the mask out the window and fled the room!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
For this absurd theory to work, it requires that the defendant be The Amazing Nine-Tails. However, he was the one pushing for the municipal merger. That such an individual could possibly be The Amazing Nine-Tails is preposterous!
Apollo:
Apollo:
The mayor was blackmailed into pursuing the merger! Ms. Tenma's life would've been in danger if he had openly voiced his opposition! That's why he created a secret identity as The Amazing Nine-Tails!
Blackquill:
Gah! This is madness! No one could possibly hatch such an insane plot!
Apollo:
No one except a killer as insane as his plot, and I'd say Florent L'Belle more than qualifies.
Tenma:
Foolish mortal! It is at your own peril that you forget who I am!
Apollo:
M-Mayor Tenma! It's okay now! Jinxie will be safe just as soon as Mr. L'Belle is arrested! You ARE The Amazing Nine-Tails, aren't you?!
Tenma:
I-I...! .........Hrmmmm.
L'Belle:
Apollo:
.........!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! You have QUITE the active imagination! Mayor Tenma is NOT The Amazing Nine-Tails.
Apollo:
Apollo:
What do you mean?!
L'Belle:
WELL, has the mayor ADMITTED to it yet?
Apollo:
But that's just--
L'Belle:
And even if he DID admit to such nonsense... ...I would reveal the TRUTH behind Tenma Taro right here and now.
Apollo:
What?
Tenma:
Why you--! You would dare reveal the secret?!
L'Belle:
A ha ha ha! My GOOD FRIEND the alderman told me ALL about it. But it WOULDN'T be good to expose the truth, what with the superstitions, now would it?
Apollo:
(The truth behind Tenma Taro? What's he talking about?)
L'Belle:
So, go ahead, SAY it! Say, "I AM The Amazing Nine-Tails!" I DARE you!
Tenma:
Arrrrrrgh!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Wait! Will somebody please explain what's going on here?!
L'Belle:
Mayor Tenma will do ANYTHING to keep the truth behind Tenma Taro a secret. A dark, TERRIBLE truth that has been kept SECRET by the village superstitions.
Apollo:
And if the mayor admits to being The Amazing Nine-Tails, you'll expose the truth?
L'Belle:
Right! I WON'T have him walking free because of some NONSENSE you made up.
Blackquill:
.........Hmph. So, what now, Justice-dono? Without the mayor's admission, your theory is as useless as you are in battle.
Apollo:
(I'll show YOU who's useless!)
Athena:
Apollo! Don't you dare give up now!
Apollo:
I-I know, I know. Your Honor! I believe Mr. L'Belle's statements warrant a thorough cross-examination! After all, the true identity of The Amazing Nine-Tails is the cornerstone of this case!
Judge:
Hmm... You do have a point there. Please answer this court, Mr. L'Belle: Is the defendant The Amazing Nine-Tails or not?
Witness Testimony
-- The Amazing Nine-Tails's True Identity --
L'Belle:
The Amazing Nine-Tails's TRUE identity is NOT Mayor Tenma.
The mayor would NEVER admit to such UTTER nonsense.
But if he DID admit to such nonsense...
...I will EXPOSE the TRUTH behind Tenma Taro right here and now...
...and THAT would bring RUIN upon Nine-Tails Vale, just as the superstitions say.
Apollo:
Talk about out of the pot and into the fire... At this rate, the mayor will be found guilty for sure...
Judge:
Honestly speaking, if Mayor Damian Tenma is not The Amazing Nine-Tails... ...I'm afraid I don't see how the defense has much of a case here.
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! And LET'S just leave it at that, shall we? We ALL know Alderman Kyubi was The Amazing Nine-Tails, anyway. I mean, THAT'S how Nine-Tails Vale made a comeback -- the alderman was SO popular.
Apollo:
There's... gotta be a hole in that testimony somewhere... But I don't even know where to start.
Athena:
Since we don't have any proof that the mayor is The Amazing Nine-Tails... ...then we'll just have to get him to admit it himself.
Apollo:
But if he admits it, L'Belle's going to expose the secret behind Tenma Taro. (Argh! We are so close! I know it!)
Judge:
The defense may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- The Amazing Nine-Tails's True Identity --
L'Belle:
The Amazing Nine-Tails's TRUE identity is NOT Mayor Tenma.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
This whole case only makes sense if the mayor is The Amazing Nine-Tails. I know you used his mask to create this illusion of a locked room murder!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Nothing more than idle speculation. You've no evidence, now, have you?
Apollo:
Apollo:
Mr. L'Belle knows what this statue originally looked like. That means he had to be in the Fox Chamber while it was still locked tight!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Sorry, but I HEARD about the statue from Alderman Kyubi. If you DON'T believe me, just ASK him. Oh, but what's that? The ALDERMAN'S dead? Ah ha ha ha! LOOKS like the joke's on YOU, my sweaty little friend!
Athena:
Apollo! You mind if I wring his neck?!
Apollo:
Wait in line, 'cause I'm going first!
L'Belle:
Temper, temper... ANYWAY...
L'Belle:
The mayor would NEVER admit to such UTTER nonsense.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
The only nonsense here in this court is you and your assertions!
L'Belle:
Tsk tsk. Such anger is TERRIBLE for the skin, you know. BEAUTY is like a FLOWER that blooms forth from a serene heart.
Apollo:
Excuse me?
L'Belle:
Pffft. I wouldn't EXPECT a wilted peasant like you to understand. Perhaps this fragrance will help the BLOSSOM within you BLOOM!
Apollo:
Ack!
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! You liked that, didn't you?
Blackquill:
Enough jabbering about blossoms and whatnot. Get on with your testimony before I slice you into a bouquet of cut flowers.
L'Belle:
Oh, dear, please excuse me. As I was saying, the ASSERTION of our wilted attorney here is UTTER NONSENSE.
L'Belle:
But if he DID admit to such nonsense...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You'd be arrested, wouldn't you?
L'Belle:
Yes, it's true. I would be SACRIFICED upon the altar of justice DESPITE my innocence. But what a TERRIBLE loss that would be for the FUTURE of humankind's cosmetic needs! It is a TRAGEDY that MUST be averted! Defend me if you UNDERSTAND this!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
The only terrible loss is the time wasted by your ceaseless yammering. If you would avert the tragedy awaiting you and that vexing visage of yours, then--
L'Belle:
Yes, yes, I know. Get on with my testimony. Anyhow, suffice to say... ...should the mayor ADMIT to the defense's nonsense, I will make good on my threat and...
L'Belle:
...I will EXPOSE the TRUTH behind Tenma Taro right here and now...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
And just how did you learn of this so-called truth behind Tenma Taro?
L'Belle:
Alderman Kyubi told me all about it. The SECRET of the Forbidden Chamber AND the TRUTH behind Tenma Taro!
Apollo:
Why would he share a secret like that with you, Mr. L'Belle?
L'Belle:
Because of the alderman's wife. I was looking AFTER her while she was hospitalized. He appreciated it SO much, he shared the SECRETS with me.
Athena:
Wait, did he threaten the alderman in addition to the mayor?!
Apollo:
...Don't tell me THAT'S how he learned how to open the Forbidden Chamber.
L'Belle:
Needless to say, I'm NOT above revealing the TRUTH behind Tenma Taro...
L'Belle:
...and THAT would bring RUIN upon Nine-Tails Vale, just as the superstitions say.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Do not gaze upon Tenma Taro. Do not tell others if you see him. Isn't that what the village superstitions say?
L'Belle:
EXACTLY. Telling others what Tenma Taro LOOKS like would REVEAL the truth. THAT'S why the superstitions were written down in the first place.
Apollo:
And ruin coming to the village if you free him? Is that a warning not to expose the truth?
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Bingo! And that truth is, Tenma Taro is a great, greed-inspiring fortune! That's what the whole battle over Nine-Tails Vale is all about!
Apollo:
(Tenma Taro is.. a great fortune? Come to think of it...)
Filch:
Eh heh heh. Only that it's the greatest get-rich-quick chance in the universe. Grandpappy told me all about it. Said there's an amazing treasure in there!
Apollo:
Could Tenma Taro actually be...
Mayor Tenma
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma just has to be Tenma Taro... right?
Athena:
Athena:
Please, Apollo! Stop messing around!
Apollo:
...Sorry.
Forbidden Chamber treasure
Leads to:
"(Telling the villagers that Tenma Taro is a terrifying yokai...)"
Apollo:
(Telling the villagers that Tenma Taro is a terrifying yokai... ...is what has scared them away from the Forbidden Chamber and the treasure within. That's how the treasure has been kept secret all this time!)
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Well, well, well... It seems our ace attorney here has uncovered the truth that MUST NOT be revealed.
Apollo:
(Mayor Tenma looks like he wants to keep the truth hidden as much as I do...)
L'Belle:
TRAGEDY is DOOMED to repeat itself as long as Tenma Taro exists. THAT'S why the secret MUST BE protected!
Apollo:
......... (As long as Tenma Taro exists, huh...) Mr. L'Belle, please add that statement to your testimony!
Add statement:
"TRAGEDY is DOOMED to repeat as long as Tenma Taro exists."
Press after fully pressing this statement
Apollo:
Apollo:
Do not gaze upon Tenma Taro. Do not tell others if you see him. Isn't that what the village superstitions say?
L'Belle:
EXACTLY. Telling others what Tenma Taro LOOKS like would REVEAL the truth. THAT'S why the superstitions were written down in the first place.
Apollo:
(Telling the villagers that Tenma Taro is a terrifying yokai... ...is what has scared them away from the Forbidden Chamber and the treasure within. That's how the treasure has been kept secret all this time!)
L'Belle:
Ah ha ha ha! Does your hopelessness have you at a LOSS for WORDS? Well, your case IS hopeless, so I'd say that's MORE than appropriate.
L'Belle:
TRAGEDY is DOOMED to repeat as long as Tenma Taro exists.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, in other words, tragedy wouldn't occur at all if there were no Tenma Taro?
L'Belle:
Yes, I SUPPOSE so, but THAT'S wishful-- This is L'Belle. ...Yes. ...Mm-hm. ...You don't say?
Apollo:
(Hmm... As long as Tenma Taro exists, huh...)
Present Azuki Kozo Figure
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Mr. L'Belle, what if Tenma Taro no longer existed?"
Athena:
How's the mayor supposed to admit to his secret identity now?!
Apollo:
Well, we have to find a way to make him say it, or our entire case unravels. There must be a hole in L'Belle's testimony somewhere.
Apollo:
Mr. L'Belle, what if Tenma Taro no longer existed? Revealing the truth would no longer be an issue, would it?
L'Belle:
...If Tenma Taro no longer existed? Ah ha ha ha! What on EARTH are you talking about?
Apollo:
Oh, apparently you haven't heard. Tenma Taro no longer exists. But I guess you didn't get to do a thorough search after the key was taken from you... ...because when we searched the Forbidden Chamber, there wasn't any treasure there!
L'Belle:
Really? Well, MAYBE you weren't looking in the RIGHT place.
Apollo:
Sorry, but I have proof that Tenma Taro no longer exists. Take a look at this figure.
Judge:
What do we have here? It looks like some sort of creature.
Apollo:
We found this in the Forbidden Chamber. It's an Azuki Kozo figure. The great thief Azuki Kozo used to leave them at the scene of his crimes.
L'Belle:
Are YOU suggesting that... that Tenma Taro has been STOLEN?!
Apollo:
Yep. Phineas Filch's grandfather, a master thief, was the culprit.
L'Belle:
And by that hideous, moronic caretaker's grandfather, no less?! ...You! I-- Nooooooooooooooooooo! M-My beautiful golden, Tenma Taro was...!
Apollo:
The greed inspired by Tenma Taro can no longer bring ruin upon Nine-Tails Vale. Isn't that right, Mayor Tenma?
Tenma:
The root of tragedy would indeed seem to be gone. In fact, I now recall the alderman revealing the secret to me on the day of our meeting. He must have been speaking of Tenma Taro. For he said to me, the gold ingot was gone.
Apollo:
The gold ingot? You mean the treasure that is Tenma Taro's true form...?
Tenma:
Recall, if you will, the scroll in the Forbidden Chamber. Tenma Taro is the yellowish object shown there... ...a giant gold ingot that my nomadic ancestors bestowed upon Nine-Tales [sic] Vale. In return for that gold, my ancestors did receive from Nine-Tails Vale... ...land that would become Tenma Town. But drive the villagers mad with greed did that great fortune! Bitter was their greed-fueled battle. It was as if they were possessed. My ancestor's gold became as a curse upon their village -- a curse of ruin. Thus it was that the yokai Tenma Taro came to be.
Apollo:
So, Tenma Taro and the village superstitions were merely fairytales to scare people away.
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Fairytale or not, Tenma Taro made quite the mess of things.
Tenma:
Yes, indeed, for there is no greater monster than a mortal man's lust for gold.
Athena:
Well, you know what they say, "The love of money is the root of all evil."
Tenma:
My ancestors did bring a terrible thing here to Nine-Tails Vale. A thing so terrible that... ...Tenma Taro, a monster just as terrible, had to be created to keep it a secret. Yet we have naught but love for the little village to which we owe our very existence. Tenma Town would never seek to take over Nine-Tails Vale in a merger!
Judge:
Oh my. That was quite a shocking lesson in history.
Apollo:
Mr. Mayor. Now that we know Tenma Taro no longer exists... ...are you ready to admit YOUR secret? You ARE The Amazing Nine-Tails, aren't you?!
L'Belle:
L'Belle:
Noooo! Don't do it! Please, nooooooooooooooooooo!
Tenma:
Be gone, you demented demon! Ahem. Now, where was I... The golden lord of yokai, The Amazing Nine-Tails is, indeed, me! Ah-ha ha ha ha ha! Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ah-ha ha ha ha ha! Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
And that means...! Jinxie!
Jinxie:
.........Y-Yes?!
Apollo:
The man wearing the mayor's clothes who you saw collapsed in the Fox Chamber... Was he wearing The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask?
Jinxie:
...Uh-huh. That's what made me think it was Papa. He said he was going to reveal his secret identity to Alderman Kyubi that day, so... So... it wasn't really Papa I saw there, was it?
Tenma:
It was Florent's idea from the start. He advised me to reveal my secret identity to the alderman.
Apollo:
(Yeesh, Rube Goldberg machines have less elaborate setups than L'Belle's scheme...)
Tenma:
You may rest easy now, Jinxie. That monster's deception is through! Caw caw-caw-caw!
Apollo:
The true facts behind this case have finally come to light! Mayor Tenma did not kill Alderman Kyubi! But Florent L'Belle DID!
L'Belle:
How... dare you... PEASANT! Gnrk! Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
...............Hmph! Justice-dono... You should at least have a real blade in your hands if you desire to cross swords with me. Or have you mistaken this battlefield for a training ground?
Apollo:
...! (What's this guy want now?!)
Blackquill:
Evidence is like a razor-sharp blade that cuts through bone as though it were butter. But you have only blind guesses -- a dull blade incapable of cutting even a cake.
Judge:
He has you there, Mr. Justice. After all, evidence is everything in a court of law.
Apollo:
B-B-But!
L'Belle:
They're right! Let's see some EVIDENCE! Of course, a PERFECT being like me wouldn't leave ANY incriminating evidence behind. Ah ha ha ha!
Blackquill:
This is the final battle. Just as a samurai must live and die by the sword... ...you will live or die by the evidence you hold. My swift blade of judgment awaits. Now, present your conclusive evidence, or don't you have any?
Apollo:
(Oh, crud... Do I have anything conclusive?)
Of course I do
Apollo:
Evidence? Oh, I have evidence!
Athena:
Y-You do?
Apollo:
Of course! It's just the conclusive evidence we need, too! (I'm going to finally prove Mayor Tenma innocent! Here comes Justice!)
Leads to:
"Let's review the facts."
Nope
Apollo:
(Ugh. I can't think of anything. But there has to be some kind of evidence I can present.)
Athena:
Don't give up now, Apollo! Let's try reviewing the case again.
Apollo:
I'm... I'm... I'm......... ...I'M FINE, I'M FINE, I'M FINE, I'M FINE! (She's right. I can't give up now. This whole trial would've been for nothing! I know there has to be some conclusive evidence somewhere!)
Leads to:
"Let's review the facts."
Apollo:
Let's review the facts. The most damning evidence against the mayor was the crime scene itself. The mayor and the victim were the only two people found in the room. Also, we all though [sic] the alderman was killed because he was The Amazing Nine-Tails. But as we know now, of course, we were way off. The Amazing Nine-Tails is really Mayor Damian Tenma! That's why when his daughter Jinxie saw The Amazing Nine-Tails collapsed at the scene... ...she mistook him for her father. Those are the facts we have revealed. However, Mr. L'Belle asserts that he did not leave any evidence at the scene of the crime. But he didn't say anything about evidence outside the crime scene. Maybe he isn't as clever as he thinks he is! Does any of the evidence found outside the crime scene provide any clues?
Hand Cream
Apollo:
No, that's not it. The hand cream had Phineas Filch's prints on it... ...because Filch had stolen it from L'Belle. That's not going to help us nab the real killer, though. Maybe I should study the evidence again.
Leads back to:
"Does any of the evidence found outside the crime scene provide any clues?"
Amazing Nine-Tails Mask
Leads to:
"A clue inside the mask?"
A clue inside the mask?
Apollo:
Oh, I know. The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask! It was found washed up along the river. What sort of clue does that mask hold?
White hair
Leads to:
"White hair in the mask"
Patch of golden fur
Apollo:
The patch of golden animal fur... It was found caught in the window at the crime scene. Oh, but that's evidence from inside the Fox Chamber. I should be thinking about evidence that was found outside of the crime scene right now.
Leads back to:
"What sort of clue does that mask hold?"
White hair in the mask
Apollo:
And what about the hair left in the mask? Who does it belong to?
Rex Kyubi
Apollo:
The hair in the mask belonged to the alderman. So, the true identity of The Amazing Nine-Tails is... the alderman? No, of course it isn't! What am I thinking?! Someone had been wearing that mask at the crime scene. That's what I should focus on! Let's think about that again.
Leads back to:
"And what about the hair left in the mask? Who does it belong to?"
Florent L'Belle
Leads to:
"THE WHITE HAIR IS L'BELLE'S"
THE WHITE HAIR IS L'BELLE'S
Apollo:
Oh, right! That hair is Florent L'Belle's! Yes! Now that's what I call conclusive evidence!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Do you have any conclusive evidence to present to this court?
Apollo:
Of course, I do! Observe this mask, if you will.
Judge:
That mask? How is that conclusive evidence?
Apollo:
It's not the mask itself, but the white hair inside it. We originally thought it belonged to Alderman Rex Kyubi.
Judge:
Yes, but The Amazing Nine-Tails, as we now know, is Mayor Tenma, so...
Apollo:
That is correct. So, the question is, whose hair could this be? And the answer to that is the last person to have worn it before it was discarded. That would be you, Mr. Florent L'Belle!
L'Belle:
What ARE you talking about?! I NEVER had hideous white hair like that!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
It would appear your coup de grâce failed to hit its mark. This freakish fop is not the white-hair type. Because he's busy being one ludicrously garish color or another.
Apollo:
Apollo:
No, Prosecutor Blackquill, it's you who has made a fatal error.
Blackquill:
Wh-What?
Apollo:
Remember where this mask was found? Washed up by the side of the river? With that in mind... This last piece of evidence will solve all of the remaining riddles!
Present Couleur Me L'Belle!
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Argh! Th-That's...!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
That's your conclusive evidence?
Apollo:
That's right. It solves all of the riddles that have been plaguing this case!
Athena:
Apollo! You're presenting the wrong piece of evidence.
Apollo:
Oops. (What a place to slip up...!)
Athena:
Think about L'Belle's real hair color. Given what it is, there's only one piece of evidence that really stands out in this case!
Apollo:
I-I know! But in my case, I've got a case of the end-of-case jitters! Sorry, Your Honor. I was way off on that one.
Judge:
That was an eleventh-hour blunder, and it clearly reveals your attention deficiency. A penalty for our attention-deficient lawyer!
Apollo:
(I'm gonna nail it next time. You'll see.)
Leads back to:
"This last piece of evidence will solve all of the remaining riddles!"
L'Belle:
Argh! Th-That's...!
Judge:
Hm? What is that?
Apollo:
This is Mr. L'Belle's own private brand of hair color. It washes out with just water. The court will also recall that The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask... ...washed up along the side of the village river with white hair inside it.
Blackquill:
What's this?! Are you saying that preening peacock's hair color is...?!
Apollo:
That's exactly what I'm saying. Mr. L'Belle's hair color is a freaky work of fiction. But thanks to the river flowing through Nine-Tails Vale, we now have a real life exposé.
L'Belle:
Aaah!
Apollo:
The white hair in this mask is conclusive evidence proving you're the real killer! A DNA test is all we need to prove it, and we both know we'll get a match! Admit it! Florent L'Belle, you were the one who killed Alderman Rex Kyubi!
L'Belle:
Y-You... You......... Peasant... How DARE yooooooooooooooooou! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! You profane MY beauty, like a bug on a roooooooooose. I'm going to exterminate you, like I did the aldermaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Aah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! N-Noooooooooooooo! M-M-My makeuuuuuup!
L'Belle:
............... ............... Hello, this is L'Belle! ...What? The project... is off? This is L'Belle! ...The sponsors have pulled out? L'Belle speaking! ...I'm fired? You mean I'm no longer Mayor Tenma's aide?! Hello, this is L'Belle! ...What? There's a stratospheric damages claim against me? ...One hundred m-m-million dollars? Heh heh heh. Hee hee hee! Ah ha ha ha ha! I'm FINISHED, WASHED UP! Stick a fork in me, I'm DOOOOOOOOOONE! A-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! A-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Blackquill:
...This is preposterous. I, Simon Blackquill, defeated?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order in the court!!!
Judge:
Well...! This is quite the unexpected outcome. I must hand it to you, Mr. Justice... ...you really turned this case on its head, just like that other lawyer, Phoenix Wright.
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. (Wait, that was a compliment, right?)
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill, what have you done with Florent L'Belle?
Blackquill:
The defaced man has withered like a flower without water. One of the officers is currently tending to him with a sprinkler.
Apollo:
(Um, wouldn't that just wash even MORE of his makeup off?)
Blackquill:
Allow me to explain the actions of the guilty party in detail. The motive, of course, was to steal the gold ingot known as "Tenma Taro." However, few are allowed into the manor due to its cultural ties to Nine-Tails Vale. L'Belle set in motion plans to gain access to the manor and the gold within via the merger. But the efforts of The Amazing Nine Tails saw those plans come to a halt. And thus, L'Belle murdered the alderman and attempted to pin the blame on Mayor Tenma.
Judge:
I see. But what I still can't comprehend is why would he go after the gold in the first place? Mr. L'Belle doesn't look like someone who is in need of financial aid.
Blackquill:
L'Belle hid his past well, much like he hid his "beauty" with makeup. He's mired in debt. Debt due to pouring money into a brand only he could love... ...which is why he sought the gold with such voracity.
Apollo:
(Too bad for him, someone else had gotten to it first anyway.)
Judge:
I see. Very well, then. I believe it's time I declared a verdict. This court finds the defendant, Damian Tenma...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
April 19, 1:23 PMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Phoenix:
That was some seriously good lawyering, Apollo. Even I didn't see that coming.
Apollo:
Heh heh. Just got lucky, I guess.
Phoenix:
You banished Tenma Taro from Nine-Tails Vale like you were some kind of exorcist.
Athena:
...Um, there's one thing I still don't understand. How come Mr. L'Belle didn't kill Mayor Tenma, too? He could've set it up so the mayor murdered the alderman, then died from a counterattack. That would've removed at least one possible fly from the ointment.
Phoenix:
I was wondering about that, too. But I have a hunch L'Belle was biding his time. He was planning on exposing The Amazing Nine-Tails's true identity himself.
Apollo:
Huh? But why?
Phoenix:
Because the mayor was The Amazing Nine-Tails. Had L'Belle succeeded in framing Mayor Tenma for the alderman's murder... ...the wrestler's popularity would've plummeted once his identity was revealed.
Apollo:
Oh, I get it! If The Amazing Nine-Tails was just killed, he'd die a hero. But if he was proved a villain... ...his fans would abandon him, making the merger that much easier.
Phoenix:
Right. Then when the merger was complete and everything cooled down... He'd be able to search the Forbidden Chamber at his leisure.
Athena:
What an insanely intricate plot.
Tenma:
Caw caw-caw-caw! A most excellent job clearing my name! A feat worthy of the demon lord's approval!
Apollo:
Um, why are you acting like Tenma Taro again?
Tenma:
Let this be of no concern to you!
Apollo:
(How could it not concern me?!)
Jinxie:
Tenma Taro, be gone!
Tenma:
Gaaaaah! J-Jinxie... Seems like ages since I've laid eyes on you.
Jinxie:
Papa! You're finally back!
Tenma:
Yes, it would seem Tenma Taro is no match for you. Ha ha ha!
Jinxie:
I'm not scared of that silly yokai anymore!
Athena:
Your father's a free man now, Jinxie! Isn't that great?!
Jinxie:
Thank you for all you've done! Seeing you guys in action, it... ...it made me feel like I don't have to be afraid anymore.
Apollo:
(Wait, is Jinxie actually... smiling?!)
Tenma:
This is all thanks to you two. Too bad The Amazing Nine-Tails will have to retire, though.
Athena:
Aww, how come?!
Tenma:
Once everyone hears I'm The Amazing Nine-Tails, my fan base will nosedive. After all, I'm not the most popular of people -- another reason for my secret identity. I don't see how I could possibly continue.
Athena:
Hee hee, I think you've misjudged yourself. Take a look outside!
Tenma:
Say, now that you mention it, what's all that noise out there?
Apollo:
A big crowd gathered outside the courthouse once the news broke. Seems they want to get a glimpse of Mayor Damian Tenma, the man behind the mask. And to root for your return to the wrestling ring!
Tenma:
Rooting? For me? But I thought I was nothing more than a malefactor in their eyes.
Athena:
The only one who really matters is Jinxie. Show her how cool you really are!
Jinxie:
Yeah, you're the coolest when you're out there fighting in the ring, Papa!
Tenma:
Jinxie...
Apollo:
Here, I think you'll be needing this.
Present Amazing Nine-Tails Mask
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Thank you. Now, if you would excuse me."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Tenma:
Why would I need this?
Apollo:
Because if you wear it, your fans will come flocking to see you in action!
Athena:
Apollo! That's not what you're supposed to return to him!
Apollo:
Huh? ...Oh, right! (Could I have been any less cool?!)
Athena:
This is what we have to give back to Mayor Tenma!
Apollo:
Oh, right, The Amazing Nine-Tails's mask. Here you go, sir!
Leads to:
"Thank you. Now, if you would excuse me."
Tenma:
Thank you. Now, if you would excuse me.
Apollo:
Hm?
Tenma:
I don't want to keep my fans waiting!
Anime cutscene
Tenma:
Nine-Tails Vale, forever!
Crowd:
Nine-Tails! Nine-Tails! Nine-Tails! Nine-Tails! Nine-Tails!
Athena:
I sure hope they can settle the problems between Tenma Town and Nine-Tails Vale.
Apollo:
Me, too.
Phoenix:
I'm sure they'll be fine. After all... ...the blackmailer-slash-killer is behind bars and the merger's no longer an issue. Plus, The Amazing Nine-Tails is obviously still a hit, and I suspect Nine-Tails Vale will be too.
Apollo:
And it's all because we believed in our client, just like you said.
Athena:
Okay, people. Now that we've got that one in the bag, let's go get something to eat! I'm starving!
Apollo:
Sounds good. I've been so nervous I haven't eaten since yesterday.
Athena:
Better keep eating, Apollo! Or you might have to start looking up at me!
Apollo:
Huh? I'm definitely past my growth phase, and you should be about past yours, too!
Athena:
Are you kidding me? I'm just getting started! Ready or not... it's face-stuffing time!
Apollo:
Keep eating like that and the only direction you'll grow is sideways.
Athena:
Very funny! But I've got a hollow leg! I can eat as much as I want without gaining an ounce!
Apollo:
Really? Wow, I can't wait to see this.
Athena:
Calories? Ha! Just let 'em try to stick on me!
Phoenix:
All right, already, you two. Let's get going before the old man closes shop. Eldoon's Noodles isn't an all-night stand, you know.
Apollo:
I'm with Mr. Wright! Let's go!
Athena:
I've been waiting to have a bowl from there ever since Mr. Wright told me about them! Well, what are we waiting for?!
Phoenix:
The noodles are on me today, so I expect some serious eating from you two.
Athena:
Yay! Thanks, Boss! I won't let you down!
Apollo:
(Athena has no idea what she's getting into. Mr. Eldoon's noodles are so hot and salty... ...two bowls would kill a man.)
Athena:
That was our first case together, and it felt like nothing could bring us down after that. The dark age of the law seemed so distant, so irrelevant to our small, cozy office... But little did I know that it had been lurking all along, right there behind us. The first time it made itself known was during the murder at Themis Legal Academy. That case would mark the twilight before the dark, cold night that was to come.
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
That statement clearly contradicts the evidence!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I object to you on personal grounds. The sole contradiction lies in what your faulty logic dreamt up just now.
Apollo:
Ack!
Judge:
Objection overruled. The defense will think twice before making such erroneous statements!
Apollo:
(It seems that statement didn't particularly conflict with the evidence.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
Consider the evidence. There's obviously something wrong with that statement!
Blackquill:
Your gall knows no bounds. It's shocking, really.
Apollo:
What's that supposed to mean?!
Blackquill:
You stand there, brazenly objecting to perfectly factual statements... One does not see such shameless behavior that often.
Judge:
A penalty for our shameless attorney!
Apollo:
(Oh, no. Looks like Blackquill is turning the judge against me.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
The evidence is at complete odds with the witness's testimony!
Blackquill:
...........................Your Baldness.
Judge:
Wh-Who, me?
Blackquill:
What do you make of this objection of his?
Judge:
Oh, I don't know if I should, um, well...
Blackquill:
I've no patience for vagaries. Now, answer my question.
Judge:
Y-Yes, sir! The defense's objection was clearly misguided!
Blackquill:
Bravo. Nicely done.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. It seems our misguided attorney has earned himself a penalty.
Apollo:
(Erk... I better look before I leap next time!)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
Hmm... There has to be a contradiction here somewhere. 
Apollo:
(Too bad I'm drawing a blank.)
Athena:
There was a statement that I thought was a little strange, but... ...I wouldn't bet my life on it.
Apollo:
.........And which statement would that be? Since I'm the one betting my life on it.
Athena:
Hee hee hee. Okay, if you must know, I'll show you the one I'm thinking of.
Apollo:
(Time to swallow my pride and let her lend a hand. There must be an inconsistency in the testimony Athena's pointing out!)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
Hmm... I can't flag any inconsistencies.
Apollo:
So there haven't been any contradictions in the testimony so far... That can mean only one thing...
Athena:
Time to press the witness!
Apollo:
Right. We'll have to work to get the testimony we need. Let's press the heck out of any statements that stick out.
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "The Ruler of Demonkind")
Apollo:
Got it!
Apollo:
The unexpected emotion is right... here.
Athena:
Really? You sure about that?
Apollo:
Yeah, can't you see it? Maybe if you look really hard? Just keep staring, and maybe--
Athena:
Apollo, this isn't a game of "Where's Emo"...
Apollo:
So, I'm way off?
Athena:
At least make an effort next time!
Apollo:
Okay, okay. Let me try that again.
Presenting wrong evidence during the Mood Matrix
Apollo:
Apollo:
Mayor Tenma, your recollection contradicts this piece of evidence!
Tenma:
Hrmm? Where is this contradiction of which you speak?
Apollo:
(Oops, looks like I got that one wrong.) 
Judge:
The contradiction-challenged Mr. Justice just earned himself a penalty.
Athena:
Time to compare the testimony and evidence again.
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's argument is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Damian Tenma...
Guilty
The Resolve of Ryunosuke Naruhodo
Transcript
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Final ChapterThe Resolve of Ryunosuke Naruhodo
3rd November, 9:14 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
(So...the time's finally come. Today...we unravel everything!) I'll be counting on your support more than ever today, Miss Susato!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Um... Miss Susato?
Susato:
Ah! Oh no! W-What's the matter, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Um...nothing? I was just saying that I'll be relying on your support today, but...
Susato:
I'm so sorry! Of course! I, I know I can be rather incompetent at times, but... ...I shan't let you down!
Ryunosuke:
...Would you mind helping me to my feet, then?
Susato:
Oh dear! I'm really very sorry!
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san isn't her usual self at all. But that's hardly surprising, I suppose. She's just found out that her father is the partner of a world-famous detective. Not to mention...)
Susato:
Ah! G-Good morning, sir!
Ryunosuke:
...! Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
Thank you for all your efforts yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
Wha... (Did I hear that correctly?)
Van Zieks:
...What?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um, no, nothing. Just...I hope we can clear things up today. (I really can't make this man out. His face says 'I hate you' but his words are...almost jovial today. In fact, he hasn't been very Reaper-like at all since this all began yesterday.)
Susato:
Lord van Zieks isn't the Reaper, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...Good point.
Van Zieks:
The Reaper? I suppose in hindsight... ...I shouldn't have allowed that misconception to go unchallenged.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Van Zieks:
It was my tacit acceptance of the pseudonym... My failure to stop the Reaper becoming something more than a mere legend...that led to all this.
Susato:
But you're not to blame for that, Lord van Zieks!
Ryunosuke:
It's only because serious crime in the capital dropped off so sharply when the public started calling you that. That's why you didn't say anything, isn't it?
Van Zieks:
...To be frank, I'm not sure that was the sole reason.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Van Zieks:
There was a rumour at the time that the Reaper was really the ghost of my late brother.
Susato:
...!
Van Zieks:
That having been slain by that evil killer, Klint's restless spirit returned as some sort of demigod... ...to wield a deadly blade of justice where I, by dint of the law, could not.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...we've heard that story too.
Van Zieks:
When I lost him... ...I felt as though I'd lost my guiding light.  I didn't know where to go or what to do. And so... ...in some small way, I wonder if perhaps those rumours made me feel his absence a little less keenly. Even if I knew it was just an illusion. Just some nonsense conjured up by an over-imaginative public.
Susato:
He was obviously extremely important to you. Lord Klint van Zieks...
Ryunosuke:
Well...what's important now is uncovering the truth. That's all that matters. I...know that you didn't take anyone's life.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
And I intend to prove that beyond a shadow of a doubt in court today.
Van Zieks:
......... I never thought I'd say this... ...but I can see it in your eyes. That burning desire to cut through all the lies and deception. I can't deny it any longer. You...are a lawyer of absolute integrity.
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you.
Van Zieks:
Now tell me... ...why do I detect the scent of expensive tea leaves in the air?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Iris! When did you get here?
Susato:
Oh!
Iris:
Ah! Um... I brought you one of my special blends. Hurley loves it. He says it helps him to clear his head!
Van Zieks:
...I thank you.
Iris:
Oh... Hee hee...
Ryunosuke:
(That's surely the first and last time I'll ever see a sight like this...) You seem different today, Iris.
Iris:
Oh...?
Ryunosuke:
Sort of...subdued, I suppose.
Iris:
I am not!
Ryunosuke:
(What happened yesterday is obviously still playing on her mind a lot. She's clearly very troubled about having stolen that autopsy report from Dr Sithe's laboratory.)
Iris:
Alright then...good luck to you both! I have to make a move now.
Susato:
Oh! You're not staying?
Ryunosuke:
I thought you'd want to watch today's proceedings.
Iris:
Well...I'd like to cheer you on, obviously. But I've got lots to get ready.
Ryunosuke:
Get ready? For what?
Iris:
Oh, yes. Would you take this?
Ryunosuke:
Isn't that one of the little felt dolls that's usually dangling from your knapsack?
Iris:
Yes! It's a lucky charm! A little Hurley that I made once.
Ryunosuke:
A 'Hurley'? (It looks more like a 'Hareley' to me...)
Iris:
If for some reason you completely run out of options in the trial today... ...then just pull this little Hurley's ears as hard as you possibly can!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? Pull his ears?
Iris:
That's right! It's a way to bring good luck. ...I think you might need it!
Iris's lucky charm has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
Y-You think...what we'll need is luck...?
Examine evidence
Iris's Lucky Charm
Ears
Susato:
What a charming little rabbity version of Mr Sholmes. Do you suppose this is how Iris sees him?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Are you alright, Mr Naruhodo? Your eyes are veritably boring into the poor doll's ears.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, sorry. I was just wondering... What do you suppose would happen if I were to tug its ears with all my might right now?!
Susato:
I'm sure that we'll find out...when the time is right. To become a proper gentleman, you really must learn stoic patience!
Ryunosuke:
(...But I want to know!)
Iris:
I just sneaked a peek inside the courtroom. And...it seemed very different to normal.
Van Zieks:
Yes, it would seem... ...that a certain someone has decided to pull out all the stops.
Ryunosuke:
What does that mean?
Van Zieks:
.........
Susato:
What about Mr Sholmes, Iris?
Iris:
I...don't know. He was out all night and he hadn't come home by the time I left this morning.
Susato:
Oh... I see...
Ryunosuke:
Was Professor Mikotoba out all night too, do you think, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Yes, it would seem so. I telegrammed the hotel this morning... ...and apparently they didn't come back to their rooms last night at all.
Ryunosuke:
'They'?
Susato:
Father and Judge Jigoku, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku, too?
Susato:
That's right. Nobody appears to have seen either of them since yesterday.
Bailiff:
Counsel for the Defence and the defendant! Court is about to be in session. Please make your way inside the courtroom at once!
Iris:
Good luck then, Runo! Good luck, Susie!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...thanks, Iris.
Iris:
And you, Mr Reaper. I hope it goes well!
Van Zieks:
Once again, I thank you for the delicious tea, It was very soothing.
Iris:
Oh, I'm so glad!
Susato:
We must go inside now, Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
Hm...
Ryunosuke:
(Lord van Zieks has always been the formidable prosecutor I've had to lock horns with in court. But not today. Today I battle with another in pursuit of the truth. My best friend, Kazuma Asogi, who I trust more than anyone else in the world. Now I understand what it was that drew me here to Britain all those months ago. Now I know exactly what destiny had in store for me. It's all been leading up to this one day... To this one trial... To this one final reckoning!)
3rd November, 9:30 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Ryunosuke:
It feels even more oppressive here than it did yesterday... (There are cold stares piercing me like knives from all sides today.)
Susato:
Ah! M-Mr Naruhodo! Look!
Ryunosuke:
L... Lord Stronghart!
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma must have known beforehand...)
Stronghart:
The ramifications of this trial now extend far beyond the murder of one Scotland Yard inspector. In fact, events have come to light that threaten to rock the very foundations of our country's legal system.
Kazuma:
The escape of a condemned criminal on the night of his execution...the subsequent unlawful shooting of the man... ...and the revelation that prison staff must have been complicit in the jailbreak.
Stronghart:
Britain is currently hosting influential members of the judiciary from countries all around the world. It is imperative that we uncover the truth in these proceedings to avoid international embarrassment. By royal decree, this will continue to be a closed trial... ...and one over which I, Mael Stronghart, exercise total and unequivocal authority.
Ryunosuke:
The, the six jurors' flames just...
Stronghart:
As was the case in yesterday's proceedings, those here present in the public gallery... ...are distinguished members of our judiciary, assembled to bear witness to a fair judicial process.
Van Zieks:
In other words...a collection of your acolytes, Lord Stronghart.
Stronghart:
......... On a personal note, I find this most distressing, Lord van Zieks. You were a prosecutor of exceptional talent. Much like your brother Klint in fact...
Van Zieks:
.........
Stronghart:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session... ...for the trial of Barok van Zieks, who officially stands accused of murder.
Van Zieks:
.........
Stronghart:
Counsels for the prosecution and defense...are you in full readiness to proceed?
Ryunosuke:
The defence is ready...My Lord.
Kazuma:
As is the prosecution.
Stronghart:
Yesterday's proceedings brought to light a shocking and disturbing fact: There was a side to the victim, Inspector Tobias Gregson, that was unknown to his superiors at Scotland Yard.
Kazuma:
Yes, he was carrying out operations in secret, which Scotland Yard knew nothing about.
Stronghart:
And in those clandestine operations, he had an accomplice.
Kazuma:
Mr Daley Vigil, who would be given the inspector's identification... ...and present himself around the capital in order to establish credible alibis for Gregson. In that way, Gregson appeared to be carrying out his regular Scotland Yard work when in fact he wasn't.
Stronghart:
At the end of yesterday's session, Mr Vigil, who had been suffering from amnesia, regained his memory. It would appear he buried his memories of the time deep inside himself as a means of self-preservation. Because whilst he was engaged as chief warder at Barclay Prison, he abetted the convict's escape.
Kazuma:
Mr Vigil is currently recuperating at St Synner's. He's recovered enough to give a signed statement about his movements on the day prior to the incident. He's formally admitted to posing as Gregson whilst investigating the Red-Headed League.
Stronghart:
Which brings us to the crucial issue of the victim's time of death. The defence yesterday proposed a suggestion that the victim may have been killed one day earlier. This was based largely on the discovery that the victim's pocket watch had not been wound.
Kazuma:
The prosecution has something to report on that subject, My Lord.
Stronghart:
Really? Go ahead, Prosecutor Asogi.
Kazuma:
I met once again with the coroner yesterday to discuss the issue. She confirmed that the defence's suggestion could not be ruled out.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
It's entirely possible that Inspector Gregson was killed on 31st October - the day before his body was discovered. I have here an updated autopsy report that includes the amended details.
Stronghart:
But the official opinion of the investigation team was made clear yesterday. That the time of death was 5 p.m. on 1st November.
Kazuma:
There are indications of an attempt to disguise the real time of death, however. It seems that the natural decaying process of the victim's body may have been slowed by keeping it chilled.
Stronghart:
That's out of the question. There are no refrigeration devices in that part of London large enough to accommodate a human corpse.
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! This is more than just conjecture. There's evidence to support the idea. We must investigate it thoroughly.
Stronghart:
...Very well. The court will accept the new report as evidence. However, if this updated report is deemed to be accurate... ...it would give renewed significance to the movements of the victim on the day before the Fresno Street incident.
Kazuma:
It would, yes. Especially since on that day... ...Inspector Gregson was using Mr Vigil to cover up his real movements. It's conceivable that he was killed in the course of his secret activities.
Stronghart:
Do I sense that the prosecution has some information regarding those activities?
Kazuma:
Scotland Yard put an enormous effort into investigating that precise matter yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
I think we should begin by presenting the results of that investigation work. So the prosecution calls its first witness now!
Kazuma:
State your name and occupation for the court.
Gina:
Inspector Gina Lestrade, reportin'! Reper...sentive o' Scotland Yard!
Kazuma:
...A self-conferred rank, but never mind.
Ryunosuke:
(Gina? Again?)
Gina:
Wot's yer problem, 'Oddo? Wot's wiv that 'Gina? Again?' look, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Gina:
The boss meant the world to me. 'E done more for me than anyone else ever did!
Stronghart:
Oh? Inspector Gregson, you mean?
Gina:
'E got me out the back slums o' the East End an' took me under 'is wing. Taught me that life can 'ave a purpose. So that's why I'm the best person to be standin' 'ere speakin' for 'im!
Susato:
Oh Gina...
Ryunosuke:
(Right, all out of the goodness of Gregson's heart. Not at all that he had his arm twisted by Mr Sholmes. No...)
Kazuma:
What's relevant to these proceedings is that the outcome of Scotland Yard's investigations yesterday... ...has revealed that the victim was carrying out some assignment the police knew nothing about.
Stronghart:
Very troubling...
Ryunosuke:
(That face... Lord Stronghart knew!)
Kazuma:
So...Inspector Lestrade! Let's hear exactly what it says in that report!
Gina:
Comin' right up, sir!
Witness Testimony
- The Victim's Movements -
Gina:
All Yard detectives are s'posed to follow orders an' investigate wot they're told.
But a little search o' the boss's office turned up a notebook that 'ad a load of secret meetin's in it.
Accordin' to that, the boss was lookin' into some smuggled goods dealin's that day.
Looks like it was a big job an' all. But the coppers weren't on to it yet.
Wot matters most is, there's witnesses wot saw the Reaper at the place, too!
Ryunosuke:
Smuggled goods?!
Gina:
I dunno, do I? I'm just tellin' ya wot was written in the book!
Kazuma:
Tobacco, tea, spices, medicines... Goods of all sorts flow into London by illegal channels from across the globe. It's well known that they're disposed of at regular black markets that take place in the capital. But the police are rarely able to locate them in time.
Ryunosuke:
So Inspector Gregson was investigating one of those black markets?
Stronghart:
It's been suggested that high-ranking government officials may be involved in black-market activity. No doubt Gregson was trying to avoid details of his investigations being leaked to the involved parties. That would explain why he was operating on his own authority, without the Yard's knowledge.
Ryunosuke:
And do we know where the dealings were taking place this time?
Kazuma:
In a particular room of a certain exclusive London gentleman's club. And on the day in question...the accused is known to have been there. That's the conclusion of Scotland Yard's investigation into the matter.
Ryunosuke:
That can't be...! (We haven't heard anything about any of this!)
Kazuma:
Members of the club have testified to it. There's no question: the accused, Barok van Zieks, was present.
Stronghart:
That would be very significant testimony, then.
Susato:
Oh my! But, but... ...Lord van Zieks made no mention of this! At all!
Kazuma:
In short, Lord van Zieks had ample opportunity to murder the victim.
Stronghart:
Very well, then. Counsel for the Defence, begin your cross-examination!
Cross-Examination
- The Victim's Movements -
Gina:
All Yard detectives are s'posed to follow orders an' investigate wot they're told.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...you follow orders, do you, Gina?
Gina:
Nah, not me. I'm above all that, see.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Gina:
The boss always 'ad special orders for me. 'Grab us some fish an' chips' or 'Go an' give Toby 'is grub'... That kind o' thing.
Ryunosuke:
...So 'errands' more than 'orders' then.
Kazuma:
This 'detective' is still an apprentice, after all.
Gina:
Yeah, well, this 'apprentice' ain't one to sit around an' wait to be told wot to do...even by the boss. That's why I've been doin' me own investigations into wot 'appened. I didn't find much at first...
Gina:
But a little search o' the boss's office turned up a notebook that 'ad a load of secret meetin's in it.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you went through Inspector Gregson's things?
Gina:
Yup! As part o' the independent Lestrade investigation!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure your superiors would be delighted that you're taking the initiative...
Gina:
So I snuck into 'is office when no one else was about. Cos if anyone at the Yard 'ad seen me goin' in there, they'd 'ave turfed me straight out on the street.
Ryunosuke:
(This is sounding less and less like an investigation and more and more like something else...)
Kazuma:
The prosecution understands that it was this very detective who discovered the notebook.
Gina:
You got that right! Nuffin' gets past Inspector Lestrade and 'er trusty assistant, Chief Inspector Toby! We found it 'idden in one of 'is desk drawers that 'ad a false bottom.
Ryunosuke:
That's...impressive!
Gina:
So then I went to 'ide meself where no one could find me so I could 'ave a butcher's at wot was written in it. Cos if anyone at the Yard 'ad found me out, they'd 'ave turfed me straight out on the street.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Gina:
I've given it in now though, ain't I? An' if it weren't for me, it wouldn't never 'ave been found!
Gina:
Accordin' to that, the boss was lookin' into some smuggled goods dealin's that day.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have any idea where those dealings were taking place?
Gina:
Yup! It was all there in the boss's notes! Let's see if I can remember... Erm...
Kazuma:
As I already said, the illegal dealings were due to take place at a gentleman's club.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I remember. But I was hoping to find out the name of the club.
Kazuma:
That won't be necessary.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Kazuma:
It's conceivable that the club might be used again by the smugglers in future. Therefore...the prosecution has been asked not to reveal the name in these proceedings.
Gina:
I dunno wot all the fuss is about. It's right 'ere. All I've gotta do is read it out. An' I could, too! I've got this readin' game buttoned up now! Can't I show ya wot I can do? Go on, wot's the 'arm?
Ryunosuke:
(The judge hasn't signalled his objection yet. I could try to find out... What should I do?)
Insist
Ryunosuke:
This is a closed court. The proceedings are confidential. There shouldn't be any possibility of the information being leaked.
Stronghart:
As I explained, there is some possibility of politicians being involved in this affair. The prosecution is rightfully exercising caution, I imagine.
Kazuma:
......... No, My Lord. The prosecution has no objection.
Stronghart:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma?
Kazuma:
There's no question that Inspector Gregson was looking into these black market dealings. However... ...it's not yet been established that he was on that particular trail on the day in question. If the defence requires to know the club's name, the prosecution has no intention of being obstructive.
Stronghart:
.........
Gina:
Right then! I get to show off me readin' skills!
Changes statement from "Accordin' to that, the boss was lookin' into some smuggled goods dealin's that day." to "Apparently the smuggled goods deal was gonna 'appen at a gentleman's club called 'The Grouse'."
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(Gina's only just learnt to read. There's a good chance she might make a mistake... I worry she might mix up the letters 'p' and 'q' and 'b' and 'd'...)
Gina:
That's enough o' your cheek, 'Oddo! I'm way past 'E' now! I've got all the way to 'V'!
Ryunosuke:
Just to err on the side of caution, the defence will wait until the witness can read all the letters up to 'Z'!
Gina:
Grrr...
Kazuma:
In that case, let's get back to the witness's testimony, shall we?
Leads back to cross-examination
Gina:
Apparently the smuggled goods deal was gonna 'appen at a gentleman's club called 'The Grouse'.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The Grouse? What sort of a club is that?
Gina:
I ain't got the foggiest. Clubs ain't exactly my thing. But...I am kind o' curious!
Kazuma:
They're not places where a foreign student like you would be readily admitted.
Ryunosuke:
Have you looked in the mirror recently?
Gina:
I tell ya wot! Me and Chief Inspector Toby could go in undercover!
Ryunosuke:
Could you, though?
Gina:
I could pick out a few good marks an' see wot else I could find out while I was in there!
Ryunosuke:
...I really don't think you should go 'picking' out anything. Anyway, that's where these black market dealings were going to take place, is it?
Gina:
Yeah, it's gotta be. That's wot the lower-rankin' detectives at the Yard reckon.
Ryunosuke:
(Says the even lower-ranking detective...)
Present Letter of Introduction (after examining other side of note)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I've read about these clubs that exist here in Britain."
Gina:
Looks like it was a big job an' all. But the coppers weren't on to it yet.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So how had Inspector Gregson come to find out about it, in that case?
Gina:
That's the question, ain't it? But I'm just an apprentice, so...
Ryunosuke:
And why didn't he inform Scotland Yard of his findings?
Gina:
Yeah, that's wot I was askin' meself. Cos - ya know - I'm just an apprentice.
Ryunosuke:
When it suits you, yes.
Gina:
Anyway, the point is, somefin' went on at that club, no question.
Ryunosuke:
You can't say that for certain though, surely?
Gina:
Wot matters most is, there's witnesses wot saw the Reaper at the place, too!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks was at the club?
Kazuma:
He was. Detectives who visited the club yesterday to make inquiries have confirmed it. Several members report having seen the accused being admitted to the room in question as a guest.
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like there's no disputing that he was there then.)
Susato:
Well we know that Lord van Zieks was investigating Inspector Gregson, don't we? Perhaps he'd already discovered the inspector's secret notebook.
Ryunosuke:
(Which led him to the club, you mean? Maybe...) Presumably then, there are also eyewitnesses who can testify that Gregson was there?
Kazuma:
......... None have been identified at this time, no.
Ryunosuke:
(So the all-important victim wasn't seen at this mysterious club...)
Gina:
Oi! Why ain't you askin' Inspector Lestrade 'ere, eh?
Ryunosuke:
(So that's all I've got to work with... Gina's not holding back with that ice-cold stare of hers, is she?)
Susato:
I really don't know what to make of all this.
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks told us that he was investigating Inspector Gregson... ...but he never once mentioned that he met the inspector the day before the incident.
Susato:
You don't think Lord van Zieks could have been lying to us, do you?
Ryunosuke:
...That's not the only way to explain this.
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
If everything Lord van Zieks has told us is true... ...then there must be a mistake in this testimony somewhere.
Susato:
...! You mean, there are details we've yet to uncover?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. (A clue perhaps, that even Gina hasn't noticed. That's what we should be looking for here!)
Ryunosuke:
I've read about these clubs that exist here in Britain. As I understand it, they're places where well-to-do gentlemen socialise with friends and colleagues.
Kazuma:
Don't imagine for a second that a foreign student like you would be admitted.
Ryunosuke:
(Seriously, is your mirror cracked or something?) Do we know for sure that the contraband dealings were definitely happening at a club called 'The Grouse'?
Kazuma:
...The police are currently looking for evidence... but haven't found anything definitive yet.
Ryunosuke:
And I'm sorry to say that they probably won't.
Kazuma:
What do you mean by that?
Ryunosuke:
I mean that the place Inspector Gregson was secretly going to visit on 31st October... ...may not have been a gentleman's club at all.
Stronghart:
...You're showing a very irreverent attitude towards our country's police force there, Counsel. If it wasn't a gentleman's club...then what was it?
Ryunosuke:
...A steamship.
Kazuma:
You think...it's a ship...?
Ryunosuke:
I have the evidence to prove it here!
Stronghart:
Let me see that. 'This dark-suited young man is not in the least bit untrustworthy.'
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Um...the other side, My Lord.
Stronghart:
...Be more specific next time. ...! Ah... This would appear to be a ticket for passage upon a steamship, yes... The SS Grouse...
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
So there's a steamship named the Grouse that happens to share a name with the club. But I'm afraid to say... ...there's a flaw in your logic there.
Ryunosuke:
How?
Kazuma:
Look at the ticket. Notice the date of arrival in port.
Stronghart:
The ship arrived at the Port of Dover on 1st November. ...Ah!
Kazuma:
The day on which the sound like a gunshot was heard on Fresno Street. In other words... ...on the day in question here - 31st October - when the victim was on his clandestine mission... ...that ship hadn't yet docked on British shores!
Stronghart:
That would certainly make an undercover investigation somewhat challenging.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The fact that the steamship hadn't yet reached Britain... ...substantiates the defence's assertion that the victim was investigating the SS Grouse on the day in question!
Kazuma:
Then show your evidence for that assertion!
Ryunosuke:
...Very well.
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
In that case, Counsel for the Defence, present your evidence to the court now. Evidence that substantiates your claim that the victim was investigating the SS Grouse on 31st October.
Present Passport
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What's this?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It's proven...by this evidence here!
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Yes, this evidence proves it...I think...
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
The, the proof is in the pudding?
Stronghart:
Those three equally nonsensical statements wasted fifteen seconds of the court's time. You will accordingly suffer fifteen seconds' worth of penalty, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (I need to work on picking a more succinct turn of phrase.)
Susato:
I think you might need to work on picking a more appropriate piece of evidence first.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm sure Gregson was on board that ship the day before his body was found. And we know the SS Grouse stopped at the Port of Dunkirk in France for the night...)
Stronghart:
I take it from your expression that you intend to risk further penalty.
Leads back to:
"In that case, Counsel for the Defence, present your evidence to the court now."
Stronghart:
What's this? A passport for travel issued to the victim?
Kazuma:
.........
Stronghart:
Dated 31st October? ...What are you suggesting?
Ryunosuke:
I'm suggesting that just one day before the inspector's body was discovered... ...there's a distinct possibility he wasn't even in the country!
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
Order! Order! This document is for passage to France. It does appear to have been officially authorised.
Ryunosuke:
The day before the SS Grouse arrived at Dover... ...it docked on the northern coast of France for a night.
Susato:
According to my father, who was on board...at the Port of Dunkirk.
Stronghart:
Dunkirk, France... What could possibly have taken the victim there?
Kazuma:
......... Ha ha ha ha ha hah! I'm impressed, Ryunosuke Naruhodo! I certainly didn't expect you to get your hands on that passport.
Ryunosuke:
What? You mean...you knew about this?!
Kazuma:
......... The prosecution's strategy for this trial has been laid down by the Crown prosecution office: 'On the day before the incident, the victim was investigating contraband dealings at a London club.' That's the outcome of Scotland Yard's investigations and the line the prosecution has been asked to follow. ...But personally, I don't agree. I think the Prosecutor's Office is trying to hide something.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Kazuma:
And now that you've expertly disproven their assertion... I intend to reveal what I believe that something to be.
Stronghart:
...What are you playing at, Prosecutor Asogi?
Kazuma:
A courtroom is a forum for the truth, My Lord. Which is why it's my duty to present all the facts, without exception.
Stronghart:
Let me guess... This was your intention from the outset, wasn't it?
Kazuma:
The reason Inspector Gregson secretly made his way to the steamship docked in France on the day in question... ...was to carry out a mission...for the Reaper!
Ryunosuke:
The, the Reaper?!
Stronghart:
Order! Order! What on earth are you saying, Counsel?
Kazuma:
The prosecution made an assertion in court yesterday:
Kazuma:
Inspector Gregson was investigating the identity of the Reaper. When he discovered the location of the man's secret hideout...he was killed. As I'm sure everyone can imagine...by the Reaper's hand!
Kazuma:
But in reality...the truth is the opposite of that.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Kazuma:
Inspector Gregson wasn't investigating the Reaper at all. He was in fact...acting FOR the Reaper!
Ryunosuke:
So...you're saying the mission he was undertaking was...
Kazuma:
Obviously...an assassination.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
Barok van Zieks never carried out any of the actual killings. Whenever the Reaper's victims lost their lives, he always had a cast-iron alibi. Which tells us...that he must have had an accomplice.
Stronghart:
And you claim...that was Inspector Gregson?
???:
Hold it!
Gina:
W...Wot the 'ell d'ya think yer sayin', eh? My boss would never o' done nuffin' like that!
Kazuma:
And yet...when you consider all the facts, it all makes perfect sense.
Gina:
No! It, it can't be...
Susato:
We also arrived at the same conclusion, didn't we? That Inspector Gregson was operating as the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
Even so...there's no way that the person giving him his orders... ...was Lord van Zieks! (No, the true Reaper is somebody else...) Barok van Zieks is not the Reaper!
Kazuma:
A predictable response...from someone who's advocating for the man.
Ryunosuke:
And even if it's true that Gregson was operating as an agent of the Reaper... ...the suggestion that he went aboard the SS Grouse on an assassination mission doesn't follow at all.
Stronghart:
Oh? You have some solid reason for doubting the assertion, do you, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely. It's very simple. On the day in question... ...nobody was killed aboard that steamship.
Stronghart:
Hm...
Ryunosuke:
(Professor Mikotoba and Judge Jigoku were on that very ship. If someone had been assassinated, I'm certain we would have heard about it!)
Kazuma:
...Pfft!
Ryunosuke:
What's so funny?
Kazuma:
You're right, of course. No suspicious deaths were reported on board the ship. But I think perhaps you've missed the point. That's precisely why Inspector Gregson himself lost his life!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Kazuma:
Gregson did board the SS Grouse that night, with the intention of dispatching his mark. But his mission...ended in failure.
Ryunosuke:
Failure...?
Kazuma:
It seems that the defence hasn't yet grasped a very important detail here.
Ryunosuke:
What are you talking about? (What detail?)
Kazuma:
Inspector Gina Lestrade!
Gina:
Eh?! Wot?
Kazuma:
The victim's notebook that you read an excerpt from earlier... That doesn't contain details of secret investigations at all. It describes ten years of assassination plots to be carried out by the Reaper of the Bailey.
Gina:
Yer lyin'! Even if all them bludgers wot got taken out 'ad it comin'... ...the boss weren't the Reaper!
Susato:
Poor Gina...
Kazuma:
There's no question that Tobias Gregson was heavily involved in the Reaper's activities. You may just be an apprentice, but if you've spent any time at Scotland Yard, you must have heard rumours...
Gina:
I ain't 'eard nuffin'! An' I don't believe a word of it!
Kazuma:
Then testify again. As a representative of Scotland Yard. Consider it...your chance to defend your 'boss'.
Gina:
I, I don't...
Stronghart:
I concur. The witness will give a new formal testimony. Miss Lestrade, you will tell the court everything you know about Inspector Gregson's secret notebook!
Gina:
.........
Witness Testimony
- The Reaper's Notebook -
Gina:
Yeah, this notebook does 'ave a load o' stuff about wot the Reaper got up to these past ten years.
Names o' victims, dates an' places an' stuff... An' the last entry in there was 31st October.
It said 'Grouse' for the place on that date, and then the name o' the mark.
There was a note about 'im bein' a criminal wot got away from the Reaper in court ten years ago or summat.
But honest! The boss didn't do none of it! 'E was... 'E was just investigatin' the Reaper, that's all!
Stronghart:
Keep personal opinion out of your testimony, witness. We require only established fact here.
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(This must be so hard for her.)
Kazuma:
You can't deny it now, surely...Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
What can't I deny?
Kazuma:
The notebook contained the name of the final mark and the location where the assassination would take place. That's information that the victim could only have known if he was working with the Reaper!
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Stronghart:
So...who was to be this 'final mark'?
Kazuma:
Go ahead, Inspector Lestrade! Read the name for the court. The name that's written alongside the entry that mentions 'The Grouse' on 31st October.
Gina:
Eh? Oh, um... 'Ow d'you read this then...?
Ryunosuke:
(Reading's still not her strong suit...)
Gina:
That ain't the problem, alright, 'Oddo! It's a funny name. It ain't English. It's 'ard to read.
Ryunosuke:
So it's someone from overseas?
Gina:
Let me 'ave a bash at it. 'Seh...ish...iro...' is it? Yeah, 'Seishiro... ...Jig...ok...you...' maybe?
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? (It, it can't be...) Seishiro Jigoku?
Susato:
But that's...Judge Jigoku!
Stronghart:
Seishiro Jigoku... Certainly not an English name, you're right.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But that can't be right! I know Judge Jigoku! And I saw him the day before yesterday! Here in London! So I know for a fact that the man hasn't been assassinated!
Kazuma:
As I said...the Reaper failed.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Kazuma:
Gregson missed his chance to kill his mark and returned to British shores. But the Reaper wouldn't tolerate the mistake. So he killed the inspector...personally.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
The Reaper of course being the accused...Barok van Zieks!
Stronghart:
It's...an undeniably logical argument.
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma... You planned for the trial to go this way all along, didn't you?)
???:
Van Zieks:
...Pray forgive the discourtesy of filling my hallowed chalice whilst I stand accused of murder.
Ryunosuke:
L-Lord van Zieks!
Kazuma:
The accused has no right to speak uninvited in court. You will return to the dock.
Van Zieks:
I say nothing of whether or not I'm the Reaper. That's the task of this court to decide. But there is one thing I can say unequivocally: That girl is no detective.
Gina:
Eh? Wha...? Nah, that's right, I ain't. I'm an inspector!
Van Zieks:
Repeating rumours heard around the Yard... Reading entries from a notebook of unconfirmed origin... That's not testimony. It's practically a script. No doubt the rest of this trial will go exactly as you've clearly planned.
Kazuma:
.........
Van Zieks:
Your hatred of me is understandable. In your mind, I'm sure I am the Reaper...who sent your father to the gallows all those years ago.
Kazuma:
...!
Van Zieks:
But you're in danger of becoming a far more sinister Reaper yourself... ...by attempting to have me condemned with this feeble excuse for testimony.
Kazuma:
What did you say?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, this is our chance!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! The defence requests that the defendant be allowed to speak! He may be privy to important information relating to the testimony just given by the witness!
Stronghart:
......... Very well. I'll make an exception and grant the request. The defendant may remain in the witness stand for the cross-examination.
Van Zieks:
Then allow me to toast the court's impartiality.
Stronghart:
...Don't raise your glass in my direction, sir. Counsel for the Defence, begin the cross-examination immediately!
Ryunosuke:
At once, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Reaper's Notebook -
Gina:
Yeah, this notebook does 'ave a load o' stuff about wot the Reaper got up to these past ten years.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
In other words, it shows that Gregson was basically acting as the Reaper...
Gina:
Not you an' all! That ain't the only explanation, is it? 'E could 'ave been investigatin' the Reaper in secret and that notebook said wot 'e found out!
Van Zieks:
If I may... When originally people began referring to me as the Reaper, I didn't object. I believed the power to intimidate London's criminal classes into compliance with the law to be beneficial.
Ryunosuke:
But you carried out your own investigations into the true identity of the Reaper, didn't you?
Van Zieks:
Yes. And those investigations proved conclusively that Gregson was one arm of the Reaper.
Gina:
One arm? Wot are you on about?
Van Zieks:
The Reaper's victims were all extremely shrewd criminals at the top of their game. There's simply no way one person could have taken them on alone. The 'Reaper'...is an organisation.
Kazuma:
With you at its head?
Van Zieks:
......... I had spies at the Yard keeping me abreast of Gregson's movements, letting me know when he was elsewhere. So I'd been able to check the most recent entry in his book. I knew the location.
Ryunosuke:
You knew it said 'Grouse'?!
Van Zieks:
Believing it to be a reference to the gentleman's club, I went there on the day in question to investigate. Alone.
Susato:
Ah, so that explains why several members of the club claimed to have seen you there.
Van Zieks:
But of course the inspector was not there.
Kazuma:
Because at the time he was making his way to the steamship docked on the northern coast of France. As shown by the passport found in the victim's metal trunk.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
Very well then. Back to your testimony about the contents of this notebook...
Gina:
Fine...
Susato:
Is something wrong, Mr Naruhodo? You seemed a little shocked by something a moment ago.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... No, it's...it's alright. (I'm overthinking this, aren't I?)
If second, third, and fourth statements have been pressed
???:
Objection!
Gina:
Right, I've 'ad just about enough o' this!
Ryunosuke:
Gina?
Gina:
All this nonsense about the boss plannin' to kill people... It's cobblers! Come on, 'Oddo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Gina:
......... Why ain't you sayin' nuffin'? Why, why ain't you yellin' out 'objection' or summat?
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Gina:
You've gotta find a flaw! You do usually! Someone's lyin' 'ere, no question! You've gotta work out who it is! Please... For the boss...
Stronghart:
That outburst was an insult to the court and to your own testimony. I might have known that a common pickpocket from the back slums couldn't make a detective.
Gina:
...!
Stronghart:
When this trial is over, you will forfeit your warrant card, Miss Lestrade. Is that clear?
Gina:
Uh...uhhh... I've 'ad it wiv the lot o' ya! It's lies every bleedin' place ya look in this world, innit? Well I've 'ad enough!
Susato:
Gina...
Ryunosuke:
So have I. After that little speech of Gina's, I've made up my mind...
Susato:
To do what, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
There was one point in this cross-examination... ...when something that was said just didn't sit right with me. One statement that seemed odd.
Susato:
Oh! Do, do you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not going to let Gina's plea for help fall on deaf ears.)
Changes statement from "But honest! The boss didn't do none of it! 'E was... 'E was just investigatin' the Reaper, that's all!" to "Come on, 'Oddo! 'Elp! You've gotta find a flaw somewhere!"
Gina:
Names o' victims, dates an' places an' stuff... An' the last entry in there was 31st October.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Names of victims, dates, places and 'stuff'? What in particular?
Gina:
Well, beside the victims' names, this other name kept croppin' up.
Ryunosuke:
What other name was that?
Gina:
It's the one I told ya yesterday. The same name, written over an' over again.
Ryunosuke:
You mean...Asa Shinn?
Gina:
Yeah, that's the one! She's a friend o' yours or summat, isn't she?
Ryunosuke:
Were you even listening yesterday?
Van Zieks:
Asa Shinn... ...The assassin.
Gina:
Wot?! Like...a killer, you mean?
Van Zieks:
Gregson was the tactician - the one who came up with the plan of attack. He investigated the marks thoroughly, finding out when they would be vulnerable, and who to use to get at them.
Stronghart:
But the person actually executing his plans was someone else, you're saying. If that's true...then the 'Reaper' does indeed start to sound like an organised group of vigilantes.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Then perhaps what it said on the passport document... 'Permission for the applicant and one additional person to travel'. Could that additional person have been...?
Kazuma:
Clearly the assassin, who was meant to take Seishiro Jigoku's life.
Ryunosuke:
Gina! Can you confirm that?! Against the final entry that listed 'Grouse' and 'Seishiro Jigoku'... ...what name was written?
Gina:
Oh! Well...that's the only entry that didn't 'ave a name next to it, as it 'appens.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Gina:
It, it just 'ad like a question mark or summat there, I think.
Stronghart:
In other words, Gregson himself didn't know the identity of the assassin in that case.
Van Zieks:
But...Gregson was the one making the plans, was he not?
Susato:
Oh...how infuriating!
Ryunosuke:
(A nameless assassin...?)
If first, third, and fourth statements have been pressed
???:
Objection!
Gina:
Right, I've 'ad just about enough o' this!
Ryunosuke:
Gina?
Gina:
All this nonsense about the boss plannin' to kill people... It's cobblers! Come on, 'Oddo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Gina:
......... Why ain't you sayin' nuffin'? Why, why ain't you yellin' out 'objection' or summat?
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Gina:
You've gotta find a flaw! You do usually! Someone's lyin' 'ere, no question! You've gotta work out who it is! Please... For the boss...
Stronghart:
That outburst was an insult to the court and to your own testimony. I might have known that a common pickpocket from the back slums couldn't make a detective.
Gina:
...!
Stronghart:
When this trial is over, you will forfeit your warrant card, Miss Lestrade. Is that clear?
Gina:
Uh...uhhh... I've 'ad it wiv the lot o' ya! It's lies every bleedin' place ya look in this world, innit? Well I've 'ad enough!
Susato:
Gina...
Ryunosuke:
So have I. After that little speech of Gina's, I've made up my mind...
Susato:
To do what, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
There was one point in this cross-examination... ...when something that was said just didn't sit right with me. One statement that seemed odd.
Susato:
Oh! Do, do you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not going to let Gina's plea for help fall on deaf ears.)
Changes statement from "But honest! The boss didn't do none of it! 'E was... 'E was just investigatin' the Reaper, that's all!" to "Come on, 'Oddo! 'Elp! You've gotta find a flaw somewhere!"
Gina:
It said 'Grouse' for the place on that date, and then the name o' the mark.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And you're saying that the mark listed was Seishiro Jigoku?
Gina:
That's wot it said. Funny name, if you ask me. An' I thought your name was odd!
Ryunosuke:
So pleased to have lost my crown there...
Kazuma:
Mr Jigoku is the presiding judge of Japan's Supreme Court of Judicature.
Stronghart:
I remember the man. He came to our country as a visiting student sixteen years ago.
Van Zieks:
Studying international law and diplomacy under your tutelage, Lord Stronghart.
Stronghart:
That bearded young fellow was a very able man, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
(So Lord Stronghart was Judge Jigoku's mentor...)
Stronghart:
If I'm not mistaken, he returned to Japan ten years ago now.
Susato:
Ten years ago...after that fateful case...
Stronghart:
...Precisely. In the aftermath of the Professor case, his repatriation was organised immediately.
Kazuma:
.........
Stronghart:
It's a mystery why such a man would be listed in the inspector's notebook.
Gina:
I didn't think it was possible, but the mood in 'ere's got even worse now. Maybe I'll just keep talkin'...
If first, second, and fourth statements have been pressed
???:
Objection!
Gina:
Right, I've 'ad just about enough o' this!
Ryunosuke:
Gina?
Gina:
All this nonsense about the boss plannin' to kill people... It's cobblers! Come on, 'Oddo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Gina:
......... Why ain't you sayin' nuffin'? Why, why ain't you yellin' out 'objection' or summat?
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Gina:
You've gotta find a flaw! You do usually! Someone's lyin' 'ere, no question! You've gotta work out who it is! Please... For the boss...
Stronghart:
That outburst was an insult to the court and to your own testimony. I might have known that a common pickpocket from the back slums couldn't make a detective.
Gina:
...!
Stronghart:
When this trial is over, you will forfeit your warrant card, Miss Lestrade. Is that clear?
Gina:
Uh...uhhh... I've 'ad it wiv the lot o' ya! It's lies every bleedin' place ya look in this world, innit? Well I've 'ad enough!
Susato:
Gina...
Ryunosuke:
So have I. After that little speech of Gina's, I've made up my mind...
Susato:
To do what, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
There was one point in this cross-examination... ...when something that was said just didn't sit right with me. One statement that seemed odd.
Susato:
Oh! Do, do you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not going to let Gina's plea for help fall on deaf ears.)
Changes statement from "But honest! The boss didn't do none of it! 'E was... 'E was just investigatin' the Reaper, that's all!" to "Come on, 'Oddo! 'Elp! You've gotta find a flaw somewhere!"
Gina:
There was a note about 'im bein' a criminal wot got away from the Reaper in court ten years ago or summat.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, a criminal?! Judge Jigoku is no criminal!
Gina:
Well don't ask me! I don't know nuffin' about it!
Susato:
Oh, do you remember what Father told us? That Judge Jigoku did once appear in court here in Britain. It was related to the Professor case, I'm sure!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course! You're right!
Mikotoba:
Seishiro was trying to mitigate Genshin's guilt, so he took to the stand to testify. But he...got a little carried away and, um...actually managed to break the witness stand. He also said some contemptuous words about the British Empire...for which he was charged.
Van Zieks:
......... It was a pitiful situation, yes. I'd forgotten all about it. But I prosecuted that trial too, as it happens.
Ryunosuke:
You did?!
Van Zieks:
It was considered to be an adjunct to the Professor proceedings, you see. But he was acquitted after being told to make reparation for the damage caused to the stand.
Kazuma:
And there you have it.
Van Zieks:
Have what?
Kazuma:
Surely the accused hasn't forgotten his own rule? That there's no saving anyone who faces the Reaper in court...guilty or innocent alike.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? Noooooo! Are, are you suggesting that the reason Judge Jigoku was targeted for assassination...
Kazuma:
The man was sent back to Japan immediately after that trial. The Reaper had no time to do his work. But then - ten years later - the mark returns to Britain once more. Perhaps now you start to see...just how vindictive the Reaper is.
Ryunosuke:
Come on, that's absurd! To take someone's life for that?
Kazuma:
Isn't the whole premise of the Reaper absurd, killing those who have been found innocent? Clearly the rules by which the man operates...are beyond a sane person's comprehension!
Ryunosuke:
But...
If first, second, and third statements have been pressed
???:
Objection!
Gina:
Right, I've 'ad just about enough o' this!
Ryunosuke:
Gina?
Gina:
All this nonsense about the boss plannin' to kill people... It's cobblers! Come on, 'Oddo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Gina:
......... Why ain't you sayin' nuffin'? Why, why ain't you yellin' out 'objection' or summat?
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Gina:
You've gotta find a flaw! You do usually! Someone's lyin' 'ere, no question! You've gotta work out who it is! Please... For the boss...
Stronghart:
That outburst was an insult to the court and to your own testimony. I might have known that a common pickpocket from the back slums couldn't make a detective.
Gina:
...!
Stronghart:
When this trial is over, you will forfeit your warrant card, Miss Lestrade. Is that clear?
Gina:
Uh...uhhh... I've 'ad it wiv the lot o' ya! It's lies every bleedin' place ya look in this world, innit? Well I've 'ad enough!
Susato:
Gina...
Ryunosuke:
So have I. After that little speech of Gina's, I've made up my mind...
Susato:
To do what, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
There was one point in this cross-examination... ...when something that was said just didn't sit right with me. One statement that seemed odd.
Susato:
Oh! Do, do you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
(I'm not going to let Gina's plea for help fall on deaf ears.)
Changes statement from "But honest! The boss didn't do none of it! 'E was... 'E was just investigatin' the Reaper, that's all!" to "Come on, 'Oddo! 'Elp! You've gotta find a flaw somewhere!"
Gina:
But honest! The boss didn't do none of it! 'E was... 'E was just investigatin' the Reaper, that's all!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you have complete faith that Inspector Gregson is innocent in all of this?
Gina:
'Course I do! I mean... ...I owe 'im that, don't I? Because 'e's the only one wot 'ad faith in me.
Susato:
Gina...
Gina:
The boss promised me, 'e did. 'E promised me that even though I was just a diver, 'e could turn me into a top-notch detective! A cove wiv a good 'eart like that ain't gonna go an' rob people o' their futures, is 'e?
Van Zieks:
......... Every single person killed by the Reaper was a criminal of the first order. Lowlifes like that have no compunction about robbing hundreds of others of their futures.
Gina:
Eh?
Van Zieks:
Their ludicrous acquittals in court give them the freedom to make hundreds more suffer.
Gina:
I, I don't...
Kazuma:
So what? You justified your actions because you were protecting innocent people's futures?
Van Zieks:
...I'm not suggesting that the Reaper's methods are justified at all. But life isn't black and white. That's all I'm saying.
Gina:
Uhhh...
Gina:
Come on, 'Oddo! 'Elp! You've gotta find a flaw somewhere!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I want to thank you, Gina. You helped me find my resolve.
Gina:
Eh?
Kazuma:
What do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Amongst everything we've heard during this cross-examination, there's one thing... ...that defies explanation. One inconsistency.
Stronghart:
What? An inconsistency?
Van Zieks:
...!
Gina:
Really, 'Oddo?!
Ryunosuke:
(I don't quite know what it means yet, but...) Yes, there's an inconsistency in something that was said by...
Present Kazuma Asogi profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"By you...Kazuma Asogi."
Present Gina Lestrade profile
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Of course...by you, Gina.
Gina:
'Of course'? Wot's that s'posed to mean, eh?
Susato:
Gina, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Gina is the person giving testimony here, so... ...if there are any inconsistencies, they can only have been introduced by her!
Kazuma:
......... I don't know where you're going with this, but... ...maybe the evidence you're obviously about to show the court will clarify.
Stronghart:
In that case, the defence will present evidence to substantiate its claim. To which piece of evidence does this alleged inconsistency relate?
Present anything
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It's this! This is the proof that the apprentice detective's earlier statement is flawed!
Gina:
It...it is?
Kazuma:
The only thing that evidence proves... ...is that the man advocating for the defendant is nothing more than an apprentice lawyer!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH!
Gina:
That'll learn ya to go bandyin' that 'apprentice' claptrap about!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry... (I really put my foot in it there.)
Stronghart:
I think this line of argument has run its course. And let its failure be a lesson to all you apprentices.
Ryunosuke:
Uuugh... (I'd better listen very carefully to the testimony again...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Barok van Zieks profile
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Of course...by you, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
Me? What?
Ryunosuke:
Your face has turned ashen. 'How could he know?' Is that what you're thinking?
Van Zieks:
If my face has turned ashen, it's because I'm thinking, 'How could he!'
Kazuma:
......... I don't know where you're going with this, but... ...maybe the evidence you're obviously about to show the court will clarify.
Stronghart:
In that case, the defence will present evidence to substantiate its claim. To which piece of evidence does this alleged inconsistency relate?
Present anything
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
What do you say to this, Lord van Zieks?!
Van Zieks:
......... Your feelings were correct. Presenting that evidence was a mistake. I suggest you withdraw it.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Kazuma:
Good advice. Because you've turned decidedly ashen!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAARGH!
Van Zieks:
I only hope the Reaper doesn't hold that against you.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...fingers crossed...)
Stronghart:
I think this line of argument has run its course. I suggest you learn from your mistakes...before you make a fatal one in the eyes of the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
Uuugh... (I'd better listen very carefully to the testimony again...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
(There was definitely something strange about it that didn't add up.) The inconsistency...is in a statement made by this person!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
People can only be inconsistent in what they say if they actually testify. But in case you hadn't noticed...the person you're accusing isn't even in the stand!
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Stronghart:
The defence appears unable to respond to that replication. Any further obviously deliberate obstructions to these proceedings will not be tolerated, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
No! Wait! (That's not strictly true, is it? A person doesn't necessarily have to be in the stand to say something that doesn't add up in court.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, I'm quite sure... ...that you're just a step away from the right answer!
Ryunosuke:
(I just need to listen carefully to what people are saying again...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
(So that's what we have to work with...)
Susato:
It may help us that Lord van Zieks is in the stand, too.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, perhaps. I'm sure Gina knows nothing she hasn't already told us. There's no point trying to get more out of her.
Susato:
...Did you notice how Kazuma-sama reacted to Lord van Zieks's words?
Ryunosuke:
When he called him an even more sinister Reaper, you mean? Well, I'm sure Kazuma intends to eliminate any shred of doubt that the man is guilty. He's looking for revenge against the person he considers to be his father's killer, after all.
Susato:
I do worry that if we fail to find a discrepancy in this testimony somewhere... ...the trial may end and adjudication won't go in our favour. Let's listen carefully again to what everybody is saying...
Ryunosuke:
By you...Kazuma Asogi.
Kazuma:
Me?
Stronghart:
Is this some attempt at filibustering, Counsel? Prosecutor Asogi has given no testimony.
Kazuma:
What are you suggesting I said that was inconsistent?
Ryunosuke:
You let something slip that you shouldn't have. When I present the relevant piece of evidence, I imagine you'll realise what you've done.
Stronghart:
Very well then, Counsel, go ahead. What evidence reveals this alleged inconsistency in something Prosecutor Asogi has said?
Present Gregson's Trunk
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This...is a trunk that belonged to Inspector Gregson."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Stronghart:
......... So...my initial impressions were correct. This is nonsense.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Kazuma:
You accuse your best friend and back it up with that? Clearly...the Ryunosuke Naruhodo I knew is dead!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...struck down by my best friend...)
Susato:
I believe what you intended to point out, Mr Naruhodo, was when Kazuma said...
Kazuma:
Because at the time he was making his way to the steamship docked on the northern coast of France. As shown by the passport found in the victim's metal trunk.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's exactly it.
Stronghart:
...I take it from your expression that you're not going to let this go.
Ryunosuke:
Correct, My Lord. I made a mistake, that's all.
Leads back to:
"What are you suggesting I said that was inconsistent?"
Ryunosuke:
This...is a trunk that belonged to Inspector Gregson.
Stronghart:
A metal construction, is it? It's certainly very heavy. ...! What's this? A bloodstain? And a relatively fresh one, too.
Kazuma:
...!
Gina:
Wot?! You, you mean that ain't grease from all the boss's fish an' chips?!
Van Zieks:
Fresh blood on the inspector's trunk... That suggests that the victim was travelling with that luggage when he was killed.
Stronghart:
That can't be. There was no mention of any trunk in Scotland Yard's report.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, there's a reason for that. Immediately after the inspector's body was discovered, one of the street pedlars made off with the trunk... ...hoping to sell it.
Gina:
But I found it! Me, wiv me nose for trouble!
Stronghart:
Hmph...
Ryunosuke:
Which means that nobody should have known anything about the trunk. Unless of course...we're talking about somebody who was present when the victim was killed.
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And yet...during the cross-examination of the witness just now, you said this, Kazuma:
Kazuma:
Because at the time he was making his way to the steamship docked on the northern coast of France. As shown by the passport found in the victim's metal trunk.
Ryunosuke:
So the question is...how did you know about the inspector's trunk?
Kazuma:
......... We know the man went on a trip to France. Where else would he have put his passport?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But you knew it was a metal trunk! Answer me honestly, Kazuma! On 31st October...where exactly were you?!
Kazuma:
......... At the Port of Dunkirk, on board the SS Grouse... Is that the answer you're looking for, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma! What did you...?! (I hadn't considered the possibility before, but... ...if Kazuma was there on the ship, then...it can only have been for one purpose...)
Susato:
Oh no, Mr Naruhodo! Surely...surely you don't think...?
Kazuma:
Ha ha ha ha hah! Come on, Ryunosuke, you know the rules. The only thing that really talks in the courtroom is hard evidence.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
As I understand it, Inspector Gregson always took that case with him when he travelled. So as it stands...you've proved nothing.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma... ...are you challenging me to prove it, beyond all reasonable doubt? That you were there that day...in the same place as the inspector!
Van Zieks:
He, he was there? With Gregson?
Ryunosuke:
There's a clue that you've overlooked! A secret that trunk can tell us. (I can't be sure at this point. I'll need to verify it. But I have a nasty feeling...that I'm going to be right.)
Stronghart:
The accusation being made is deeply disturbing. But nevertheless...we must test it. The defence will identify for the court where in the trunk this alleged clue is to be found. Where is the evidence that ties Prosecutor Asogi to Inspector Gregson?
Examine latch, then piece of paper
Ryunosuke:
31st October... So this passport is for the day before Gregson's body was found. He needed this document for his trip to France. And when it says 'permission for the applicant and one additional person to travel'... (...I can't believe it was you, Kazuma...)
Examine latch, then present metal fragment on side
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"There's a small piece of metal lodged in the wall of the trunk here. Like the tip of a blade."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Stronghart:
This is your proof? What do you say to that, Prosecutor Asogi?
Kazuma:
Personally... ...I think tying the defence counsel to the inspector's trunk and tossing it into the sea would be more helpful.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Kazuma:
At least that way, London's courtrooms will be safe from his destructive accusations.
Susato:
I believe that was a rather long-winded way of telling you that you're wrong, Mr Naruhodo.
Stronghart:
Very well. Then let us see if you sink or swim under the weight of this penalty, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAGH!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! You can't allow yourself to be drowned at sea yet!
Ryunosuke:
I...was hoping never to let that happen, funnily enough.
Leads back to:
"The defence will identify for the court where in the trunk this alleged clue is to be found."
Ryunosuke:
There's a small piece of metal lodged in the wall of the trunk here. Like the tip of a blade.
Gina:
Eh? A blade?
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma, slung around your waist as ever today... ...is the esteemed blade Karuma!
Kazuma:
Of course it is.
Ryunosuke:
Won't you draw it? Here in this courtroom...for all to see.
Kazuma:
.........
Van Zieks:
Exercise caution, my learned friend. That man is the son of London's most notorious killer.
Stronghart:
Bailiff! Watch Prosecutor Asogi like a hawk!
Kazuma:
...That won't be necessary.
Susato:
Oh no!
Ryunosuke:
The tip...is broken...
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
If the fragment of metal from the trunk fits together with the end of the sword... ...the question of who was there with Inspector Gregson will be answered. Agreed...Kazuma Asogi?!
Kazuma:
Expertly done, Ryunosuke! That's a point to you, and well deserved.
Stronghart:
Do you mean to tell the court, Prosecutor Asogi...?
Examine evidence
Gregson's Trunk
Latch, then metal fragment on side
Ryunosuke:
The tip of Karuma... So this is how it was broken. Kazuma's swordsmanship is second to none. I can't believe he'd misjudge it like that.
Susato:
Clearly he wasn't in his right mind. He didn't have full control of the power in his stroke. Too distracted by malicious thoughts, perhaps...
Ryunosuke:
Well, that wouldn't be surprising. After all... ...he was on an assassination mission.
Susato:
...!
Kazuma:
Yes, on 31st October, I accompanied Inspector Gregson to Dunkirk... ...in order to carry out a mission.
Ryunosuke:
So the 'additional person' authorised to travel...
Kazuma:
...Was me.
Stronghart:
And the mission was...?
Kazuma:
...The assassination of the mark.
Ryunosuke:
Wha... WHAAAAAAT?! You mean...you're the killer whose name was omitted from this notebook?! You were following the Reaper's orders...to dispatch Judge Jigoku...?
Kazuma:
......... Let me make one thing perfectly clear: I have killed no one.
Stronghart:
Explain.
Kazuma:
I accepted the assassination mission, yes. And I accompanied Gregson to Dunkirk. But I never had any intention of carrying out the plan.
Ryunosuke:
You were never going to do it...?
Susato:
...We can believe Kazuma-sama, I'm sure. After all, Judge Jigoku arrived safely in London the following day.
Stronghart:
Hmmm...
Kazuma:
On the 31st, I boarded a train from London with Inspector Gregson. We travelled to Dover, from where we crossed the Channel to Dunkirk. Then we boarded the SS Grouse and made for the cabin deck - as indicated in the plan.
Susato:
You went to Judge Jigoku's cabin?
Kazuma:
Exactly. He wasn't there, though. We decided to wait, but...
Ryunosuke:
But you've already told us you had no intention of going through with it anyway.
Kazuma:
I didn't come to Great Britain to take anyone's life. So I left Gregson and disembarked the ship. I spent that night at a boarding house in the town, and returned to England the following morning.
Ryunosuke:
A boarding house...in Dunkirk?
Kazuma:
My signature will be in the register book. It would be simple enough to verify.
Stronghart:
Then what became of Jigoku?
Kazuma:
Gregson was no assassin. So the mark was spared. I'm sure it's easy enough to imagine what happened after that. Gregson returned to England as well, having failed to complete the mission. He met with the Reaper in that room on Fresno Street to report the failure... ...causing the infuriated mastermind to pull the trigger... ...and end his wretched agent's life. That's the real truth behind Inspector Gregson's murder!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
But if you did nothing as you claim... ...how did the tip of your sword come to be lodged in the inspector's trunk?
Kazuma:
......... I don't need to answer that.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
The victim was killed by a gunshot. A small fragment of a Japanese blade isn't relevant to the case. And accordingly...I choose to exercise my right to silence on that matter.
Van Zieks:
.........
Stronghart:
Be that as it may, the court will sequester the sword as evidence.
Kazuma:
......... As you wish, My Lord.
The great sword 'Karuma' has been entered into the Court Record.
Stronghart:
We must take immediate action now... ...to verify whether Seishiro Jigoku remains unharmed.
Examine evidence
Great Sword 'Karuma'
Sheath
Ryunosuke:
Karuma, the great blade... It's such a thing of beauty, I want to gaze on it for hours.
Tip of blade
Ryunosuke:
The tip of the great sword...broken... It's such a shame. It's been so meticulously cared for over the years. I can almost hear Karuma's sobs...
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma must have really taken a swing for that to happen...)
Ryunosuke:
What?! R-Remains unharmed?
Kazuma:
I agree. That should be our first priority. It's recently come to my attention that he hasn't been seen since yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
...! H-How did you...?
Kazuma:
When a foreign dignitary invited to Great Britain goes missing for twenty-four hours... ...it's only natural that the question of his safety should arise.
Ryunosuke:
You don't mean to say... ...that you think Judge Jigoku may have been killed?!
Kazuma:
The Reaper has more than one assassin at his disposal. And he has the power and influence to give orders from the inside of a prison cell. Isn't that right...Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
...If I were truly the Reaper, I'd be able to tell you.
Stronghart:
Order! Order in court! Order! We will take an emergency recess for thirty minutes.
Ryunosuke:
Now?
Stronghart:
Guests of the symposium have been told to maintain regular contact with the organiser's office. If the man can't be located within half an hour... ...we will have to assume the worst.
Susato:
Oh no! Not Judge Jigoku!
Kazuma:
No one would want to kill a harmless Japanese man who'd only just arrived in the country. Except, that is... ...for the Reaper, wanting to finish off a mark that slipped through the net ten years ago.
Stronghart:
I would have to agree. Mr Naruhodo, for the defence's sake...
Ryunosuke:
M-My Lord?
Stronghart:
...I sincerely hope we are successful. If we're unable to confirm Mr Jigoku's healthy existence in the next thirty minutes, you will face grave difficulties.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Stronghart:
Court is adjourned for thirty minutes!
Susato:
Kazuma-sama, the Reaper's assassin... I feel as though I'm in a nightmare.
Ryunosuke:
I can hardly believe it either. But on the other hand... ...Kazuma isn't in the habit of making up stories.
Susato:
......... I have such a terrible sense of foreboding. If something awful has happened to Judge Jigoku... ...then I feel as though things will only spiral further and further out of control.
Ryunosuke:
(I felt it from the moment I stepped into the courthouse this morning. That strange sensation that we were careering towards a foregone conclusion...) Well, in the worst case, we might only have thirty minutes left. Unfortunately though, I don't think there's anything we can do but wait now. We're out of options.
Susato:
......... Actually, there may be one last hand we can play. Or rather...one last ear.
Ryunosuke:
Of course! The little Mr Sholmes doll that Iris gave us!
Iris:
If for some reason you completely run out of options in the trial today... ...then just pull this little Hurley's ears as hard as you possibly can!
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps now is the time. What should I do? Pull Hareley's ears or not...)
Pull!
Leads to:
"Here goes then. I'm going to do it!"
Leave it
Ryunosuke:
(This is one of Iris's inventions... There's no telling what might happen. For all I know, it could cause a huge explosion!)
Susato:
I'm not sure you should be thinking like that, Mr Naruhodo. Compared to the trial ending immediately after this recess, a huge explosion might be preferable!
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure you should be thinking like that, Miss Susato. But I suppose you're right. If there was ever a time for taking a risk, it's now!
Leads to:
"Here goes then. I'm going to do it!"
Ryunosuke:
Here goes then. I'm going to do it!
Susato:
Good luck, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
No looking back... HEEEAVE!!!
???:
OOOOOOOOOOOOW!
Susato:
That scream...sounded like Mr Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Sholmes?! ...Where are you?
Sholmes:
Here, my dear fellow! Here!
Ryunosuke:
It's...it's the felt doll talking!
Susato:
Pull the ears again, Mr Naruhodo! As hard as you can!
Ryunosuke:
Alright then. I'll put all my strength into it. HEEEEEEAVE!
Sholmes:
OOOOOOOOOOOOW! Please, my dear fellows! You don't need to pull my ear off!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes! Where, where are you?
Sholmes:
Myself and my trusty partner... ...are presently in the first-class cabin area of the SS Grouse.
Ryunosuke:
The, the SS Grouse?
Sholmes:
She left Dover last night, after the final pieces of cargo were loaded. We are currently docked at Dunkirk, but due to be underway again in half an hour.
Ryunosuke:
You've...taken a ship to France?!
Sholmes:
Please, even with my athletic prowess, I would struggle to jump the Straits of Dover. After we left Baker Street last night, we hurried by cab to the station and by train to the port... ...in order to board this vessel in time.
Ryunosuke:
So...you mean...you'd already worked it out? That the steamship was where everything really took place!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo...pray, what is my name?
Ryunosuke:
Herlock Sholmes...world-famous great detective!
Sholmes:
Recited to perfection. Well done.
Susato:
You're a genius, Mr Sholmes! That's the only word for it!
Sholmes:
Ow ow ow ow ow! M-Miss Susato! Gently with this genius's ear, please!
Susato:
Oh my! I'm ever so sorry!
???:
If I may, Sholmes...?
Sholmes:
Ah, there you are, Mikotoba.
Mikotoba:
You may remember that it was in fact I who made the connection to the SS Grouse. At Scotland Yard yesterday, when we examined that notebook and I recalled my steamship ticket.
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! But of course it was, my dear fellow! And not once did I controvert that fact. I merely had our court-bound companions utter my name.
Mikotoba:
......... Yes, you did, didn't you?
Ryunosuke:
We've just entered a recess. The trial resumes in thirty minutes from now.
Susato:
And if we're unable to present any new leads then, I'm afraid to say...
Sholmes:
Do not fret, please. It's for precisely that purpose that my partner and I have made this journey. I have no doubt we shall have welcome news for you within the half hour.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Mr Sholmes! That would be wonderful.
Sholmes:
Until later, then.
Ryunosuke:
Yes! You'll be hearing from us if you're not in touch first.
Sholmes:
Ow ow ow ow ow! I shan't be hearing anything if you keep tugging my ear in that mindless fashion!
Mikotoba:
Whatever was the idea behind making a receiver operated [sic] in that way in the first place, Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Why the deuce would I know?! It's Iris's invention, not mine.
Mikotoba:
Whilst I know how much you enjoy being the hero of the hour, Sholmes... ...we have but half that now before the Grouse puts to sea again. If we don't conclude our investigations rapidly, we shall find ourselves in Naples before long.
Sholmes:
Hm...there are times, Mikotoba, when you make a surprising amount of sense. So, let us begin!
Mikotoba:
'First-Class Cabin No. 2'... Yes, this is the one. But I don't believe an investigation of the cabin is going to be plain sailing. (That crewman standing in front of the door is an angry-looking fellow.)
???:
Why are you loitering here? Who are you?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, do you not recognise a world-famous great detective when you see one? The question really ought to be, who are you?
???:
Do you not recognise world-travelling great sailor Tchikin Strogenov when you see?
Tchikin:
Great detective? Hah! I don't think so.
Sholmes:
......... Do you see that, Mikotoba? It would appear that this man is a devoted follower of mine.
Mikotoba:
Goodness me! Is, is that a tattoo? That says 'Sholmes'?!
Sholmes:
...I must say, whilst such adoration is flattering, naturally, it does leave me a little cold.
Tchikin:
What are you talking about? Leave! Now!
Sholmes:
How distressing. My loyal devotee knows me only by name and not by appearance. And yet I already know a great deal about you, sir. You have a brother, I believe. Like yourself, he's a shipman. Currently travelling the world aboard a Russian steamship, in fact.
Tchikin:
H-How could you know this?!
Sholmes:
Elementary, my dear Mikotoba.
Mikotoba:
...I'm sure it was. Three days ago, I was bound for London aboard this ship, you see. We're looking for one of my fellow passengers. A man by the name of Jigoku.
Tchikin:
There is no one with this name on board.
Mikotoba:
But we know that he purchased a ticket for passage.
Tchikin:
......... Ah, you mean Eastern man. He left ship two hours ago. Here at Dunkirk. He said something about emergency, I think.
Mikotoba:
What?! Are, are you sure? (So Seishiro's realised that we're after him, has he?)
Sholmes:
His cabin is the one behind you. We should like to investigate, please.
Tchikin:
No! I have orders not to let even mouse inside!
Sholmes:
......... Mikotoba, be a good man and draw this sailor's attention away, would you? Make up some excuse so that he leaves the area.
Tchikin:
......... Doesn't great detective see...? That even sailors have ears. Both left and right.
Sholmes:
......... Curses! The plan is ruined!
Mikotoba:
...And you have only yourself to blame, I'm afraid, Sholmes.
Tchikin:
Forget it. Cabin door is locked. Even if I am not here, you cannot get inside.
Sholmes:
......... Mikotoba... ...I'm sure you haven't forgotten my 'special talent' have you?
Mikotoba:
...! (Opening any lock?)
Sholmes:
...Within a mere five seconds. So if you'd be so kind as to afford me the requisite time, old friend, in your typically accommodating manner.
Mikotoba:
How could I refuse such a typically unappealing request, old friend? (So I need to distract that burly sailor for five seconds, do I?)
Sholmes:
Good man! So...the game is afoot!
Examine
Cabin door on left
Mikotoba:
That's another first-class cabin, and yet its door is completely unguarded.
Sholmes:
Empty as well. I had a quick look inside earlier. Though I confess, I didn't investigate the wardrobe. There may very well be a young Japanese fellow inside, perspiring merrily.
Mikotoba:
If you're referring to Naruhodo, you know very well that he's currently perspiring merrily in court.
Sholmes:
Does it not strike you though, Mikotoba? Why the man stands guard only in front of this cabin, when both are apparently vacant...
Alarm
Mikotoba:
This would appear to be an alarm bell. (All hell would break loose if that thing were to ring. The whole crew would know about it.)
Set it off
Leads to:
"Here goes, then. Pardon me in advance!"
Leave it alone
Mikotoba:
(No, I think not. That would never work, surely...) I need to concoct another distraction...
Mousetrap
Mikotoba:
This must be a mousetrap, I think. (Perhaps I could distract the crewman's attention with this somehow...)
Try it
...*Snap!*
Mikotoba:
Chuuuuuu, chuuuuuu!
Tchikin:
......... That sounds like big mouse in trap.
Mikotoba:
Chuuuuuu, chuuuuuu!
Tchikin:
I will bring bucket of water later and put out of misery.
Mikotoba:
......... (I don't like the sound of that.)
Sholmes:
In any case, my dear fellow, that was quite unconvincing. Only Japanese mice make a 'chu' sound.
Mikotoba:
Oh really, Sholmes? And pray tell, what sound do Russian mice make?
Sholmes:
'Pii pii' naturally. Though also quite unconvincing, I readily admit. So go ahead, Mikotoba. Do a 'pii pii' this time!
Mikotoba:
...No thank you. I'm sure I can come up with an alternative solution.
Leave it alone
Mikotoba:
(No, I think not. That would never work, surely...) I need to concoct another distraction...
Tchikin Strogenov
Mikotoba:
(He's like a Nioh temple guardian statue, this fellow, the way he's glaring at us so fiercely.) Tell me, why are you standing guard here if the cabin is unoccupied?
Tchikin:
Because this area is only for first-class passengers. We must look out for suspicious kriminals.
Mikotoba:
(He was looking straight at me when he said that.)
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, as you can plainly see, we are quite unsuspicious as criminals go.
Tchikin:
...But still kriminals.
Mikotoba:
No no no! For goodness' sake, Sholmes, tell the man! We're neither suspicious nor criminals!
Sholmes:
Ah yes! Quite right, Mikotoba. Curses! This seaman is far too able for his own good! ...Be extremely careful in what you say!
Mikotoba:
(One of us ought to be, yes.)
Light switch
Mikotoba:
Ah, the switch for the electrical lights. (Perhaps if I were to turn off the lights, the crewman wouldn't be able to see what we were doing...)
Flick the switch
...*Click*
Tchikin:
Agh! What is happening? Where is light?
Mikotoba:
Now, Sholmes! Now!
*Thud! Thump!*
*Click*
Tchikin:
Hmph. Nobody there...
Mikotoba:
(That was a close shave.)
Sholmes:
Quite a knack you have, stumbling so violently in an apparently empty corridor.
Mikotoba:
...Do be quiet, Sholmes. I shall have to think of another approach.
Leave it alone
Mikotoba:
(No, I think not. That would never work, surely...) I need to concoct another distraction...
Speaking tube
Mikotoba:
That's a speaking tube for members of the crew to communicate with one another around the ship. (If I could persuade our stocky sailor friend that he needed to use it... ...Sholmes could unlock the door whilst he was distracted.) The question is...how?
Door on right
Mikotoba:
(That's the way back to the deck. But we certainly can't give up on this now...)
Mikotoba:
(Here goes, then. Pardon me in advance!)
Ding-aling-aling-aling-aling-aling-aling...
Tchikin:
You! What are you doing? If we were at sea, that would be very bad problem!
???:
What's going on down there?! Seaman Strogenov! Report at once!
Tchikin:
...! Sorry, sir! Nothing to report! It was just stupid trick! ...No, not by me! By world-famous- No! As I told you...
Mikotoba:
Now, Sholmes! Now!
Sholmes:
...Done.
Mikotoba:
Not even five seconds, eh?
Sholmes:
Well don't stand there gawping at my brilliance, Mikotoba! In we go!
Mikotoba:
Oh! Yes...
3rd November
SS Grouse, First-Class Cabin No. 2
Mikotoba:
Good gracious...
Sholmes:
It would appear that the occupant of this cabin did indeed disembark rather hurriedly.
Mikotoba:
Those clothes on the floor there... They're Seishiro's, without question.
Sholmes:
Well, it seems we are just a little too late.
Mikotoba:
Yes, by about two hours.
Sholmes:
Still, whilst we're here, we should investigate thoroughly. There may well be two hours' worth of clues to find in here.
Mikotoba:
But that burly crewman may return at any moment, Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Indeed he may. ...Which makes this all the more thrilling!
Examine
Wardrobe
Mikotoba:
According to the report I was given, Naruhodo was concealing himself in Asogi's wardrobe.
Sholmes:
Indeed he was. And it was of a similar size to this one. Ah! You must climb inside yourself, my dear fellow!
Mikotoba:
What? Whatever for?
Sholmes:
It was the site of my first fateful meeting with Mr Naruhodo. You can experience the moment for yourself now! Complete with my dramatic rhetoric! Come along now! In you go! This will only take a moment.
Mikotoba:
Really, Sholmes, surely you can just tell me what you said!
Sholmes:
......... Well...I uttered some brilliant remark and opened the wardrobe to reveal the stowaway murderer!
Mikotoba:
...I think I'll just read about it in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes.'
Tray with glass
Sholmes:
Quite the exquisite glass, I must say. See here, how it.........
Mikotoba:
Is, is something wrong, Sholmes? You suddenly trailed off...
Sholmes:
Ice, Mikotoba, ice! What opulence the first-class passengers enjoy: chilled drinks.
Mikotoba:
Pardon?
Sholmes:
Could it be that this steamship is equipped with an electrically refrigerated cold room, do you think?
Mikotoba:
Well...it is a luxury liner, after all. They have enormous refrigerators for storing all sorts of lavish produce as well as ice. On our voyage from Japan, we enjoyed culinary delights from all over the world.
Sholmes:
......... Hm, suddenly, Mikotoba... ...the sight of you is making my mouth water.
Mikotoba:
......... I haven't taken on the flavour of the food I ate, you know.
Speaking tube
Mikotoba:
There's a speaking tube here, look. Though it's been stoppered with some cloth. So the voices of the crewmen on the bridge aren't an annoyance, I suppose.
Sholmes:
Or indeed so that the voices in this cabin aren't heard elsewhere.
Mikotoba:
...! Could something have happened in here that was for no one else's ears, do you think?
Sholmes:
Either that, or... ...it could be to prevent snakes from entering.
Mikotoba:
...That's really become a favourite case of yours, hasn't it?
Wastebasket
Mikotoba:
This is the wastepaper basket, look. ...And there's still rubbish inside.
Sholmes:
Indeed? Then let us pry... I've discovered recently I have a penchant for exploring the contents of others' wastepaper baskets.
Mikotoba:
I sincerely hope only for your work.
Sholmes:
......... Ah. Here we have a notice issued to passengers from three days ago.
Mikotoba:
Three days ago? The night before we arrived in London, then. When I was still aboard myself. Ah yes...there was an evacuation drill. I remember now. For our safety and security, all first-class passengers were constantly under the watchful eye of the crew. So it was a welcome relief to have some privacy for once.
The evacuation drill itinerary has been entered into the Court Record.
Wastebasket (subsequent times)
Mikotoba:
This is the wastepaper basket, look. ...And there's still rubbish inside.
Sholmes:
Indeed? Then let us pry... I've discovered recently I have a penchant for exploring the contents of others' wastepaper baskets.
Mikotoba:
I sincerely hope only for your work.
Sholmes:
......... Ah. Here we have a notice issued to passengers from three days ago.
Mikotoba:
Three days ago? The night before we arrived in London, then. When I was still aboard myself. Ah yes...there was an evacuation drill. I remember now. For our safety and security, all first-class passengers were constantly under the watchful eye of the crew. So it was a welcome relief to have some privacy for once.
Pile of clothes
Sholmes:
That's a substantial heap of clothes on the floor. An overcoat, shirts, a dressing gown...
Mikotoba:
Momohiki work trousers, a tanzen robe, a haramaki waist band... Clearly the clothing of a Japanese man.
Sholmes:
And clearly, Japanese men are unaccustomed to the culture of the wardrobe.
Mikotoba:
It looks to me as if they've been thrown in a heap like that in something of a hurry.
Sholmes:
Indeed. You could help yourself to a Japanese man's shirt perhaps? I'm sure you made mention of packing too few.
Mikotoba:
I'd very likely drown in one of Seishiro's shirts. No, I'll just buy any extras I need, I think.
Large briefcase
Sholmes:
That's a very sizeable trunk indeed.
Mikotoba:
Seishiro is partial to all things large.
Sholmes:
And a rather clumsy fellow, if he failed to notice he'd left that behind.
Mikotoba:
Perhaps he left it on purpose. It's lighter than you might think, but still a hindrance to a speedy escape.
Sholmes:
...Hm, pity. It's locked, so we can't look inside.
Mikotoba:
Surely five seconds from now the situation will be quite different though?
Sholmes:
Sadly not. It has a seven-digit combination lock. And I'm not in a morose enough mood to work through all the combinations at present.
Sign on wall
Mikotoba:
These are the 'Rules of Passage'. 'Passengers must not keep weapons or other dangerous objects in their cabins. Pets are also strictly forbidden. Additionally, there are severe punishments for stowing away in wardrobes and/or travel cases.'
Sholmes:
I feel the rules have increased since I last read them. ...Probably just my imagination.
Mikotoba:
What about the fact that they're not straight on the wall? Doesn't that strike you?
Sholmes:
Hm, you may be right. ...Probably just your imagination, though. A trifle. And you know what I always say, Mikotoba: there is nothing important about trifles.
Mikotoba:
...It's probably just my imagination, but I think THAT might be slightly off.
Bookcase
Mikotoba:
Plenty of reading material to keep passengers occupied on the long sea voyages. I found the mixture of classic literature and easy reading to be most satisfactory, I must say.
Sholmes:
...Tsk! Whoever stocked this bookcase was a hopeless heretic. There's no copy of 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', my dear fellows!
Mikotoba:
Um...I'm afraid it's just me. But no, you're quite right. More blasphemous than overlooking the Bible.
Sholmes:
I shall leave a copy behind. I just happen to have one with me.
Mikotoba:
You're a true missionary of the Church of Great Detectives, aren't you?
Square mark on wall
Mikotoba:
The wall is a slightly different colour just here. Do you see?
Sholmes:
Indeed. What you have observed arises when a frame that has been hanging for some time is removed. ......... Perhaps your friend is an art thief.
Mikotoba:
Now there's a bold deduction worthy of a great detective, I'm sure.
Sholmes:
He may very well be the illusive thief who has been plaguing France's galleries of late.
Mikotoba:
...I think perhaps we should focus our attentions elsewhere, Sholmes, don't you? (That outline on the wall... I feel as though I might have spotted something of a similar shape and size elsewhere.)
Door
Mikotoba:
All the doors on this vessel have locks, I believe.
Sholmes:
A wise idea. You never know where and when criminals may strike. But of course, to the great detective Herlock Sholmes... ...lock, bolt or shirt button, it makes no difference. All are unfastened with equal ease!
Mikotoba:
The way you go on, you sound rather more like a great thief than a great detective.
Sholmes:
My dear Mikotoba, as long as there is greatness, I am quite satisfied.
Mikotoba:
Haah... Of course you are.
After examining tray with glass, wastebasket, large briefcase, and square mark on wall:
Tchikin:
You! You are still here?!
Mikotoba:
Ah, Able Seaman Strogenov. Hello again.
Sholmes:
...I was beginning to think you'd never materialise.
Tchikin:
Eh? You...you are waiting for me?
Sholmes:
Of course! I was expecting you to burst in with a hearty Russian profanity far sooner.
Tchikin:
I was in trouble with captain because of trick you play before!
Mikotoba:
(Poor, innocent Tchikin...)
Tchikin:
It is all your fault! Ship is leaving port soon. Get off! Now!
Sholmes:
Of course, we shall disembark presently, my dear fellow. But first... ...there is something that must be done.
Tchikin:
What are you talking about?
Sholmes:
Why naturally... ...the debunking of your deceit and the baring of the truth!
Tchikin:
Kakoy?!
Sholmes:
I'm afraid I see through your lies. For one thing... ...Mr Jigoku has not yet left this vessel at all.
Tchikin:
Ah!
Sholmes:
And for another, my dear Seaman Strogenov... ...you know exactly where the man is even as we speak, don't you?
Tchikin:
......... How, how can you...?
Mikotoba:
Good gracious, Sholmes! You mean...you've worked it out? All of it?!
Sholmes:
......... It's really been too long, hasn't it, old friend? Ten years, no less!
Mikotoba:
...!
Sholmes:
So...would you care to join me for a dance...of my inimitable logic and reasoning?
Mikotoba:
......... Nothing would please me more!
Tchikin:
W-What is this?
Sholmes:
We have but minutes until the vessel puts to sea. No games now.
Time is of the essence!
Mr Strogenov, allow me to remind you of your earlier claim: You told us that Jigoku left the ship some two hours ago.
Tchikin:
Da! That is what I said!
Sholmes:
Sadly, that was a rather clumsy lie. You see, there is something in this room that quite clearly contradicts it.
Tchikin:
What?!
Mikotoba:
Ah! (Yes, of course...)
Sholmes:
I see you've noted it too,  Mikotoba. Then please, do take the lead... What in this cabin shows the impossibility of Jigoku having disembarked two hours ago? Let's see what the last three years have done to your observational skills then, Mikotoba!
Mikotoba:
It's been ten years since we last did this, Sholmes, not three.
Sholmes:
Why, of course it has! Quite! Now, all the clues are here in this cabin for your eyes to see. But as I always say, you must not merely look, but observe. Observe and the answers become clear. So...impress me!
Mikotoba:
I think I can manage that!
Present glass containing ice
Mikotoba:
Leads to:
"Perhaps you should have cleared away that glass?"
Present anything else
Mikotoba:
Sholmes:
Mikotoba. 'No games now' were my words, were they not?
Mikotoba:
Hmph. Come, Sholmes, where's the fun in life without a little fooling around, hm?
Sholmes:
......... Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Quite right you are!
Mikotoba:
(That was a close shave. I'd better rethink that before I'm the fool here...)
Leads to:
"What in this cabin shows the impossibility of Jigoku having disembarked two hours ago?"
What in this cabin shows the impossibility of Jigoku having disembarked two hours ago?
Mikotoba:
Jigoku didn't disembark two hours ago at all. That was a lie, wasn't it?
Sholmes:
Of course it was. And I had hoped you would be quicker to point out why. Otherwise...the evidence itself may melt away before our every eyes!
Mikotoba:
Perhaps you should have cleared away that glass?
Sholmes:
How curious that the ice shouldn't have melted despite it being abandoned two hours ago?
Tchikin:
Ah!
Sholmes:
It would appear that the man was here in this very cabin until moments before our arrival... ...with this well-chilled glass in hand!
Mikotoba:
(Get your mind off the refreshments, Sholmes.)
Sholmes:
One might even conclude that somebody informed him of our boarding. Wouldn't you agree, Mr Strogenov?
Tchikin:
Errr...
Mikotoba:
But...why would Seishiro run from us?
Sholmes:
......... Before we consider that question, allow me to confirm one small matter: Would I be correct in saying that these first-class cabins of the SS Grouse... ...are the same ones in which you and Mr Jigoku were accommodated on your voyage from Japan?
Mikotoba:
Ah! That's...that's right, they are. I was in the cabin next door, and Seishiro was...yes... ...fifty days in this very cabin during our voyage!
Sholmes:
As I suspected. For you see... ...there are traces in this cabin of a dark secret that Mr Jigoku had to hide.
Mikotoba:
What traces?
Tchikin:
I, I know nothing about this!
Sholmes:
Ah, this is news to you, is it, Mr Strogenov?
Mikotoba:
Sholmes, what exactly are you getting at?
Sholmes:
As I said, there are traces in this cabin of some nefarious activity. Something that appears out of place, which I'm quite sure won't have escaped your notice.
Mikotoba:
(Something out of place in here...?)
Sholmes:
That's the key to this, Mikotoba. The remnants of the dark deed that took place in here are being masked by something quite incongruous! I must say, I didn't foresee ever doing this dance of deduction with you again, Mikotoba.
Mikotoba:
No, quite. But life is full of unexpected twists and turns, as we well know. Now then, let's see if I can't uncover the truth here...
Sholmes:
Yes, you have the floor, my dear fellow!
Present Rules of Passage
Mikotoba:
Leads to:
"It's the Rules of Passage in this frame here."
Present anything else
Mikotoba:
Sholmes:
Mikotoba. 'No games now' were my words, were they not?
Mikotoba:
Hmph. Come, Sholmes, where's the fun in life without a little fooling around, hm?
Sholmes:
......... Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Quite right you are!
Mikotoba:
(That was a close shave. I'd better rethink that before I'm the fool here...)
Leads to:
"The remnants of the dark deed that took place in here are being masked by something quite incongruous!"
The remnants of the dark deed that took place in here are being masked by something quite incongruous!
Sholmes:
You must tilt your head to one side and listen carefully to the faint cries of the scene. Hear the evidence calling out for you to find it. 'Here I am,' it cries!
Mikotoba:
Well, your methods were never conventional. But you know I've always been willing to give them a try! .........
Sholmes:
Dear God, Mikotoba, open your eyes! It was a metaphorical listening that I was suggesting!
Mikotoba:
(Ah...)
Mikotoba:
It's the Rules of Passage in this frame here. They're obviously out of place. The way they're hanging crooked on the wall...as if they were put there in a hurry.
Sholmes:
Yes, as I'm sure you've already concluded... ...that frame was originally over here. The shape and size are a perfect match.
Tchikin:
Da! You are right! When did frame move...?
Sholmes:
Hardly the most observant of crewmen, are you, Mr Strogenov? I would think your captain is quite justified in having his reservations about your reliability.
Tchikin:
Grrrrrr!
Mikotoba:
(Oh dear. That really seemed to touch a nerve.)
Sholmes:
So, Mikotoba...why don't you lift that frame off the wall?
Mikotoba:
That...that looks... ...like a bullet hole!
Tchikin:
What?! Who has been shooting walls?
Sholmes:
I see the projectile has been removed. Clearly the careful occupant of this room has already disposed of it. Now then, Mr Strogenov...
Tchikin:
Agh!
Sholmes:
...I have the distinct impression that you're attempting to shield said occupant.
Tchikin:
I don't know what you are talking about! Why would I try to protect Eastern stranger?
Sholmes:
Ah, so we're talking about the same man, I see. Good.
Tchikin:
Ugh!
Sholmes:
I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this in no time... aren't you? Because there's some very noteworthy evidence that explains the reason why you're lying for the man! Yes, you've been told to keep up this pretence, as clearly shown by...
Mikotoba:
I really don't know how to approach this one, Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Ah, my dear Mikotoba, simply keep first principles in mind. Study your subject from every angle... ...and I'm quite sure that you'll see it. In fact, I'd put a wager on it!
Mikotoba:
So I'm to glare at the fellow from all sides? Well, I can certainly do that...
Present wad of banknotes
Mikotoba:
Leads to:
"It's almost too obvious for words."
Present anything else
Mikotoba:
Sholmes:
Mikotoba. 'No games now' were my words, were they not?
Mikotoba:
Hmph. Come, Sholmes, where's the fun in life without a little fooling around, hm?
Sholmes:
......... Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Quite right you are!
Mikotoba:
(That was a close shave. I'd better rethink that before I'm the fool here...)
Leads to:
"Yes, you've been told to keep up this pretence, as clearly shown by..."
Yes, you've been told to keep up this pretence, as clearly shown by...
Mikotoba:
So a Russian crewman is aiding a Japanese man to evade capture by an English detective...
Sholmes:
Nationality needn't come into it. In this respect at least, all humans are the same. Ask yourself what can spur a man to do the bidding of another about whom he knows precious little. There is only one thing in the whole world with such repugnant, bottomless power!
Mikotoba:
Let's not get carried away now, Sholmes.
Mikotoba:
It's almost too obvious for words.
Sholmes:
Quite. The universal language of the world: money.
Tchikin:
Ah!
Mikotoba:
And I'd wager that the Eastern fellow in question... ...is Seishiro Jigoku. Yes?
Tchikin:
Gaaagh!
Mikotoba:
So, I presume you realise what this means? There are clear signs that a crime has been committed in this cabin. And the way you're going, sir, you'll find yourself accused of being an accomplice.
Tchikin:
B-But...
Sholmes:
I believe you know, Mr Strogenov... You know where Mr Jigoku is hiding at this precise moment in time!
Tchikin:
...!
Sholmes:
As always, Mikotoba, in matters of deduction, the furtive glance is your unfaltering ally.
Mikotoba:
Yes, I think you're onto something there, Sholmes. You've found the chink in this burly fellow's armour!
Sholmes:
We need only follow the man's gaze to know where our prey is hiding... The slightest flicker of the pupils... A minutely delayed blink... Nothing escapes my attention. Even that which is barely perceptible.
Mikotoba:
You could hardly call this barely perceptible, Sholmes. The man's turned his entire head. It's not exactly what you'd describe as a furtive glance, is it? It's almost too obvious...
Sholmes:
We shall let your tapping toes decide, my dear fellow!
Present large trunk
Mikotoba:
Leads to:
"You turned immediately to look at this large trunk, didn't you?"
Present anything else
Mikotoba:
Sholmes:
Mikotoba. 'No games now' were my words, were they not?
Mikotoba:
Hmph. Come, Sholmes, where's the fun in life without a little fooling around, hm?
Sholmes:
......... Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Quite right you are!
Mikotoba:
(That was a close shave. I'd better rethink that before I'm the fool here...)
Leads to:
"We need only follow the man's gaze to know where our prey is hiding..."
We need only follow the man's gaze to know where our prey is hiding...
Mikotoba:
So...you really think he's hiding in here as we speak?
Sholmes:
Curled up in a ball at this very moment! But as I said earlier, we've no time for games today.
Mikotoba:
No, I quite understand. I'll make this as quick as I can. Seaman Strogenov will be suffering neck fatigue before long, I should think.
Mikotoba:
You turned immediately to look at this large trunk, didn't you?
Tchikin:
Aaah!
Mikotoba:
The truth is, Seishiro Jigoku was unable to escape from the ship in time... ...and is, at this very moment, doing his best to stifle his breath inside this trunk!
Sholmes:
If he still has a breath to take. I fear he may be running dangerously low on air.
Mikotoba:
Hm?
Sholmes:
I imagine he didn't count on us making a nuisance of ourselves for quite so long. I think it would be in everyone's best interests for us to open the trunk as quickly as possible.
Mikotoba:
B-But how can we? Are you forgetting about the combination lock? We don't know the seven-digit code!
Sholmes:
The combination lock can't be opened from inside the trunk. Therefore there must have been an arrangement for somebody to open it after our departure.
Mikotoba:
Of course...
Sholmes:
In short, before Jigoku hid himself inside that trunk... ...he must have told somebody the seven-digit number for the lock. As I'm sure you can confirm...Mr Strogenov!
Tchikin:
*Gulp!* No! I know nothing about combination code!
Sholmes:
Don't move a muscle, my good seaman!
Tchikin:
Huh?
Sholmes:
Now, Mikotoba...would you do the honours and open the trunk?
Mikotoba:
H-How on earth do you expect me...?
Sholmes:
It's a seven-digit number, remember. Quickly now! We have little time!
Present code "5231045"
Mikotoba:
Leads to:
"*Click!*"
Present any other code
Mikotoba:
 
Mikotoba:
No...it's refusing to open.
Sholmes:
Tell me, what number did you use?
Mikotoba:
Well...to begin with I thought I'd try my birthday.
Sholmes:
Your birthday? Interesting, since as of today with that absurd guesswork, you're dead to me.
Mikotoba:
...As measured as ever in response, Sholmes.
Sholmes:
If you would only look in the right place, Mikotoba, the answer would be staring you in the face.
Mikotoba:
The right place...?
Sholmes:
But if you're having a spot of bother, I always find standing on my head aids the cognitive processes.
Leads back to code entry
*Click!*
Mikotoba:
(That did it! It's open!)
???:
You had to meddle, didn't you...
Jigoku:
Well, Yujin, you've found me now.
Mikotoba:
Seishiro...
Mikotoba:
...I was really hoping beyond hope not to find you here, you know.
Jigoku:
But you're not entirely unsurprised, I take it?
Mikotoba:
No, quite. I just wish it were some other way.
Sholmes:
...Well? Are you ever going to introduce me?
Jigoku:
Ah, your reputation precedes you, Mr Sholmes. I've read stories of many of your exploits.
Mikotoba:
Excuse my manners, Sholmes. This is Mr Jigoku, my old friend and travelling companion.
Sholmes:
The devil is in the details, Mikotoba. I believe you meant to say: your old friend and travelling companion... ...who made the cowardly decision to flee the country without a word to anyone when things turned sour.
Jigoku:
...I see my reputation precedes me as well. What an honour.
Mikotoba:
Well, Seishiro? Are you going to explain all this?
Jigoku:
You know it all by now, I imagine. What you didn't know, of course, is that three days ago... ...on the night before our arrival in Britain, an attempt was made on my life here on this very ship.
Mikotoba:
By the Reaper of the Bailey? Yes, I've since heard. Because you were once prosecuted by the Reaper, weren't you? Ten years ago now, mind you.
Jigoku:
And I had no idea at the time what a dangerous individual he was. Anyway, when we arrived in London to find the symposium was postponed until goodness knows when... ...it became all too apparent to me that I might very well be targeted again.
Mikotoba:
So you decided to flee the capital, without saying a word to me about it?
Jigoku:
I'm afraid so, yes. Of course, I realise now... ...that I really ought to have confided in you.
???:
It's somewhat surprising, I must say...
Jigoku:
What is?
Sholmes:
Well, first-class cabins aboard luxury steamships are in very short supply. It's more than a little hard to believe that this one just happened to be available.
Jigoku:
So says the protagonist of some colourful short stories. Well, I don't care for your opinion. The cabin did just happen to be available. So I purchased a ticket and here I am.
Mikotoba:
I've just seen for myself the obvious remnants of that incident in this cabin. So you'd already purchased your return ticket before we even docked in Dover, had you? To prevent anyone else taking this cabin and seeing the evidence. Is that it?
Jigoku:
Yujin...I have nothing to say to you.
Sholmes:
Well, in a mere five minutes, this ship will set off on its onward voyage and not make port again until Italy. I'm afraid we must insist that you disembark with us at once.
Jigoku:
...You have no jurisdiction over my movements.
Mikotoba:
We have this, Seishiro. Take it.
Jigoku:
What is it?
Mikotoba:
It's a subpoena from the Old Bailey. You're a man of the law. You know what the ramifications of ignoring a document like this from the British courts would be.
Jigoku:
...You came prepared then, Yujin.
Mikotoba:
Come on, let's go.
Sholmes:
One moment...
Mikotoba:
What is it, Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Inside Mr Jigoku's trunk... ...I found this rather fascinating trinket.
Mikotoba:
What is that? Seishiro...?
Jigoku:
I can't help you, I'm afraid. Some small component from something. But what, I have no idea.
Mikotoba:
(By the look on his face...I think he genuinely doesn't know.)
Sholmes:
Well, let us pocket it as a small souvenir of our brief sojourn in France.
The small component has been entered into the Court Record.
Mikotoba:
(Well, young Naruhodo, I think we've done as much as we can, I'm afraid. The rest will be on the shoulders of you and your assistant!)
3rd November, 12:10 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Examine evidence
Small Component
Anywhere
Ryunosuke:
You see these little things all over the place, don't you? It's the part on the top of a pocket watch that you twist to set the time, isn't it?
Susato:
It's called 'the crown', I believe. A watch would be quite useless without one.
Ryunosuke:
The crown? Like what sits on top of a monarch's head? That's a very grand name for such a tiny part. But actually...
Susato:
Yes, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
...if this is a crown... ...I have a feeling I might have seen a monarch around here somewhere with a very bare head!
Susato:
...If by monarch you mean pocket watch, then I'm quite sure you have!
Anywhere (after examining anywhere on Small Component, then examining stub on top on Gregson's Pocket Watch)
Ryunosuke:
So this little part of Inspector Gregson's pocket watch was found inside Judge Jigoku's trunk.
Susato:
That's right. Which it cannot possibly be denied is extremely significant.
Ryunosuke:
And what do you call it again? This small, round piece of the watch.
Susato:
The crown. A pocket watch is quite useless without it.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. The crown. What a very grand name for such a tiny part.
Susato:
...That's exactly what you said the last time we discussed it, Mr Naruhodo.
Gregson's Pocket Watch
Stub on top (after examining anywhere on Small Component)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What do you think, Miss Susato?
Susato:
I feel sure I know exactly what will fit here.
Ryunosuke:
R-Really?! I was just thinking precisely the same thing!
Susato:
We're about to see that the little round component... ...is actually part of Inspector Gregson's broken pocket watch!
Ryunosuke:
R-Really?! I was just thinking precisely that, too!
Susato:
......... A perfect fit!
Ryunosuke:
I, I knew it!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(...Alright, perhaps you knew it.)
Susato:
I'll make a note of this new information at once!
The details of the small component have been updated in the Court Record.
Stub on top (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
So a small part of Inspector Gregson's pocket watch was found inside Judge Jigoku's trunk...
Susato:
Yes, I believe that could be very significant indeed.
Ryunosuke:
And, um...what do you call it again?
Susato:
The crown. A pocket watch is quite useless without it.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. The crown. What a very grand name for such a tiny part.
Susato:
...That's exactly what you said the last time we discussed it, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma Asogi... I know you, and I know you wouldn't lie. But still, there's no doubt... ...that you're holding something back. You know more than you're saying!)
Stronghart:
During the past thirty minutes while this court was adjourned, all possible efforts were expended... ...but sadly Mr Jigoku's whereabouts could not be ascertained.
Kazuma:
We must accept the unfortunate conclusion that the Reaper has already done the deed.
Van Zieks:
.........
Kazuma:
There's no sense in wasting any more of the court's time. The prosecution calls for an immediate verdict.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No. The trial cannot end now.
Kazuma:
You're a Japanese man, Ryunosuke. You should know when to lay down your sword.
Ryunosuke:
And you should know never to presume when the battle is won.
Kazuma:
The court has already been presented with all the evidence and heard all relevant testimony. And there can only be one conclusion: that the accused is guilty!
Ryunosuke:
All relevant testimony? Far from it. There's still a crucial witness from whom the court is yet to hear a single word of testimony!
Stronghart:
In that case, call your witness to the stand at once, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, My Lord. ...Tomorrow. ...If possible.
Susato:
The witness is already on his way and scheduled to arrive tomorrow.
Kazuma:
Who on earth is this crucial witness?
Ryunosuke:
...Seishiro Jigoku. The very man allegedly murdered by the Reaper!
Kazuma:
J-Judge Jigoku?! You've found him?!
Stronghart:
But the investigations of every policing resource in the capital suggest that Jigoku is already dead. How in the name of God did you find the man?
Ryunosuke:
He was located in France during the recess. At the Port of Dunkirk... ...thanks to one of Mr Herlock Sholmes's famous deductions.
Stronghart:
Herlock Sholmes...
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson almost certainly met with Mr Jigoku on the night of his death. Because along with Prosecutor Asogi, Gregson was on a mission to assassinate the man.
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Which means that Seishiro Jigoku is the sole witness... ...who can clarify exactly what happened aboard the SS Grouse on the 31st October!
Stronghart:
Well...it would appear that it's too soon to move to adjudication at this point.
Kazuma:
......... The prosecution concurs. The court must hear Mr Jigoku's testimony. No judgement should be passed until all testimony has been considered.
Stronghart:
......... In that case, I hereby call the end of today's proceedings. Court will reconvene at the same hour tomorrow. ...No objections from either side?
Ryunosuke:
No, My Lord!
Kazuma:
No objections, My Lord.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(...We live to fight another day...by the skin of our teeth.)
Kazuma:
.........
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The witness's last statement...exhibits a fundamental inconsistency!
Stronghart:
Not one that any British court would recognise, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?!
Stronghart:
Remember, this is a closed court. Whatever fate befalls you in here, no one outside will ever know.
Ryunosuke:
(...Should I be wondering if I'll make it out of this courtroom alive?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! As counsel for the defence, I must object to that last statement!
Stronghart:
And as the judge, I must deny your objection. There is no contradiction here.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Stronghart:
No contradiction, other than the fact that a Far Eastern lawyer is practising in a British courtroom!
Ryunosuke:
(...Put there by a not-so-far away Lord Chief Justice, if you remember.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That last statement...seemed a little questionable to me. What do you think, My Lord?
Stronghart:
I see no inconsistency there. ...Do you?
Ryunosuke:
Erm...
Stronghart:
You could span the Straits of Dover with those wide eyes, Counsel. And be gone from this island forever, I hope.
Ryunosuke:
(Do you want me to fill the English Channel with tears?)
Pursue Gina Lestrade incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that, Gina?
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Gina...?
Gina:
...'Ow'd it come to this, eh, boss...?
Ryunosuke:
(She's lost in her thoughts about Gregson... I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I probably shouldn't pursue her too hard unless she really reacts strangely to something.)
Stronghart:
Let's focus on the testimony, please, Counsel.
Pursue Barok van Zieks incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
Let me guess: is there something about the witness's last statement that troubles me? Is that what you wish to ask?
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes... Exactly... You're very perceptive.
Van Zieks:
Whereas you...would appear not to be.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Van Zieks:
You really need to learn how to read your fellow man... my Nipponese friend.
Ryunosuke:
(...Read them...or 'reap' them?)
Too many penalties
Stronghart:
We've wasted enough time! It's clear to me that any further discussion of this case will be fruitless. Barok van Zieks, I would like to think that however misguided... ...you acted out of a sense of justice nonetheless. Though it pains me to have reached this conclusion...
Ryunosuke:
No! Wait, My Lord!
Stronghart:
In accordance with the findings of this court, I hereby pronounce the defendant, Barok van Zieks...
Guilty
Stronghart:
That concludes business. Court is adjourned!
Nothing to examine during investigation
Mikotoba:
(Nothing much of note here, I'd say.)
Too many errors during dance of deduction
Sholmes:
It seems we've followed this single strand of reasoning to its unsatisfactory conclusion. Perhaps you're a little out of practice after ten years of absence from brilliance.
Mikotoba:
Well, it's a long time to go without a paradiddle. I confess my feet are a little rusty.
Sholmes:
Your feet are the least of your worries. The oxidation has gone to the brain, I fear. Let us take to the dance floor again, with renewed vigour!
Mikotoba:
Try to stop me! I'm itching to tap out the true answer to this riddle!
Leads back to:
"W-What is this?"
The Resolve of Ryunosuke Naruhodo
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The unexpected halt of proceedings sent a clamour around the courtroom. But outside the Bailey, where Londoners knew nothing of the secret trial within, it was a typical still night. Then, at a little past eight o'clock that evening... ...Mr Sholmes and his partner returned to Baker Street.
3rd November, 8:07 p.m.
Sholmes's Suite
Sholmes:
We have returned, my dear fellows!
Ryunosuke:
Welcome back to Britain. And thank you for your timely help.
Sholmes:
Think nothing of it. I believe you've had an even more wearing day than Mikotoba and I, no?
Ryunosuke:
You could say that. We were on the brink of defeat in court earlier.
Sholmes:
So this prosecutor, Asogi, had you on the ropes, did he? And he's your best friend, you say?
Ryunosuke:
Well... ...he's not really the man I knew in Japan any more. Kazuma's...changed.
Susato:
Oh, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
(I mean, it's incredible... To think that he'd even entertain the idea of acting as the Reaper's assassin...)
Sholmes:
Well nevertheless, you must introduce me. After all... ...I've only ever met the young man as a corpse.
Ryunosuke:
(When all this started...almost a year ago now. Mr Sholmes still hasn't told us the truth about what really happened back then. About the motivation for what he himself described as a 'great detective's lie'.)
Sholmes:
Now then, I must say...it's really quite a journey all the way to France.
Susato:
Well it is another country, Mr Sholmes. So...what news of Judge Jigoku?!
Mikotoba:
We took him to Scotland Yard. The investigating detectives there have a lot of questions for the man.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Professor Mikotoba. This must be quite a shock for him.)
Sholmes:
Ah yes, I picked this up at the telegraph office on our way home.
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Sholmes:
Surely you haven't forgotten already. I put upon you for the matter only yesterday.
Mikotoba:
You put upon me, Sholmes. I had to fill out your telegram to Japan and foot the bill as well.
Susato:
Oh! You've had a reply already?
Ryunosuke:
What was so urgent though, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Such matters can wait until later. I'm far too hungry for an involved conversation at present!
Iris:
Well that's good news. Because supper is ready, everyone!
Sholmes:
Ah, and what a feast it is! If I were none the wiser, I'd think the trial were won already! Roast beef, kippers, stew, steak and kidney pie, Yorkshire pudding...
Iris:
Tomorrow could be a very long day, so eat up!
Sholmes:
In that case, I think I'll seat myself just here. This place appears to be the only one set with a helping of pheasant as well.
Iris:
Oh sorry, Hurley, not there.
Sholmes:
Hm? Why ever not? Are we in set places this evening?
Iris:
Yes! And that place is for Susie's daddy.
Mikotoba:
For me?!
Iris:
That's right! I made it especially for you, Professor Mickey!
Mikotoba:
I see... Well that's terribly kind of you.
Iris:
......... It's...a shame, really.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Iris:
Well...for a brief moment, I believed it. That Susie and I were half-sisters, I mean.
Susato:
Oh!
Mikotoba:
...!
Sholmes:
...!
Susato:
Iris, do...do you mean...?
Iris:
Yes, I know now. I overheard yesterday. I secretly listened in to the conversation you had after I tricked you all into thinking I'd left.
Sholmes:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Ryunosuke:
(The misunderstanding arose because of that autopsy report from ten years ago. But actually... ...it turned out that neither Dr Wilson nor Professor Mikotoba are Iris's father.)
Sholmes:
Yes, about that, Iris. You know I...
Iris:
I know. You can't tell me at the moment.
Susato:
Oh Iris...
Iris:
......... The pheasant is by way of an apology. I'm sorry for eavesdropping.
Mikotoba:
Oh...no no, that's quite alright.
Sholmes:
Then why don't I get any apologetic pheasant?!
Ryunosuke:
(So just who is Iris's father? I suppose that's not something we'll be finding out today...)
Sholmes:
So then, let us dine...while our largely pheasantless plates are still piping hot!
Mikotoba:
A fine idea, Sholmes. It all looks absolutely delicious.
Iris:
Eat as much as you like! There are always seconds!
Ryunosuke:
(This could be our last chance to ask questions before tomorrow's trial. About that telegram from Japan...and about Kazuma. I can't let this opportunity slip away!)
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Leads to:
"Um, Mr Sholmes...what are you doing?"
Chest
Ryunosuke:
Roast beef, kippers, stew, steak and kidney pie, Yorkshire pudding... It all looks mouth-wateringly good.
Sholmes:
Indeed it does! And if it were accompanied by even a morsel of pheasant, it would be perfection.
Ryunosuke:
...You're still on that?
Susato:
Oh, it really does look like a feast for celebrating a victory in court!
Sholmes:
Or indeed for drowning one's sorrows after defeat.
Susato:
...I hope you weren't referring to the trial tomorrow, Mr Sholmes.
Ryunosuke:
(He's clearly still in mourning over the pheasant at the moment...)
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes...what are you doing?
Sholmes:
Surely it's abundantly clear... ...that I wasn't brooding over Mikotoba's refusal to share his pheasant with me. Nevertheless... ...I felt the need to withdraw from the social circle for a while and look on with hungry eyes.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Iris:
Sorry, Hurley, but I cooked that pheasant especially for Susie's daddy.
Sholmes:
...Even though I've played the role of father to you for far longer...
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes... ...could I discuss some things with you?
Sholmes:
Certainly, my dear fellow! I find myself quite in the mood for a spell of conversation. No doubt you're hungry to learn more of my deep love of game!
Ryunosuke:
...I can probably contain my curiosity on that one.
Sholmes:
......... You needn't look at me in that fashion.
Ryunosuke:
In what fashion?
Sholmes:
It seems...that before we discuss the pheasant, we have some rather 'unpheasant' matters to discuss.
Converse
The telegram from Japan
Ryunosuke:
So...what was in the telegram you received back from Japan then?
Sholmes:
Ah, this? I thank my lucky stars it arrived in time. 'Record found as indicated. Duplicate follows:
K. Asogi / A. Shin
T. Gregson / J. Wilson'...
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? (Those four names! We've...come across that exact same list before!)
They came up in that unforgettable case last spring... What appeared to be a simple case of aggravated murder turned out to be masking monumental intrigue. A plot that involved the sale of British governmental secrets to foreign states. In exposing the means by which those secrets were being leaked, we deciphered a fragment of a message:
'K. Asogi / A. Shin,
T. Gregson / J. Wilson'...
But we didn't find the names out until the case was over, and we never did get to the bottom of what they meant. All we knew... ...was that the information had been sent by somebody in the British government to somebody in Japan. So...why are the names coming up again now?
Susato:
Yes! Where did the sender of your telegram discover them, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I have here the message I had wired yesterday. Allow me to read it to you. 'Enter Judge Jigoku's office undetected and investigate telegram records. Expect to find communication from Britain dated one year ago. List of four names. Need by tomorrow. Naruhodo.'
Mikotoba:
I sent it to a detective I know who specialises in clandestine missions of this nature.
Susato:
You asked Inspector Hosonaga to undertake such an onerous task for you?
Ryunosuke:
And in my name? (I wonder what guise he opted for this time...?)
Sholmes:
My dear fellows, it was a matter of great urgency, you understand!
Mikotoba:
Anyway, the list of names was found in Seishiro's office, as Sholmes predicted.
Ryunosuke:
So you mean, that mysterious collection of names that was sent from Britain to Japan was...
Susato:
It was sent to Judge Jigoku! He was the intended recipient!
Ryunosuke:
(I don't believe it...)
Susato:
But that doesn't answer the question of what the list of names actually signifies...
Sholmes:
......... ...I did formulate a hypothesis about that. But without a shred of evidence, I couldn't possibly have shared it.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes... ...looks deadly serious for once.)
The telegram from Japan has been entered into the Court Record.
The telegram from Japan (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
So...what was in the telegram you received back from Japan then?
Sholmes:
Ah, this? I thank my lucky stars it arrived in time. 'Record found as indicated. Duplicate follows:
K. Asogi / A. Shin
T. Gregson / J. Wilson'...
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? (Those four names! We've...come across that exact same list before!)
They came up in that unforgettable case last spring... What appeared to be a simple case of aggravated murder turned out to be masking monumental intrigue. A plot that involved the sale of British governmental secrets to foreign states. In exposing the means by which those secrets were being leaked, we deciphered a fragment of a message:
'K. Asogi / A. Shin,
T. Gregson / J. Wilson'...
But we didn't find the names out until the case was over, and we never did get to the bottom of what they meant. All we knew... ...was that the information had been sent by somebody in the British government to somebody in Japan. So...why are the names coming up again now?
Susato:
Yes! Where did the sender of your telegram discover them, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I have here the message I had wired yesterday. Allow me to read it to you. 'Enter Judge Jigoku's office undetected and investigate telegram records. Expect to find communication from Britain dated one year ago. List of four names. Need by tomorrow. Naruhodo.'
Mikotoba:
I sent it to a detective I know who specialises in clandestine missions of this nature.
Susato:
You asked Inspector Hosonaga to undertake such an onerous task for you?
Ryunosuke:
And in my name? (I wonder what guise he opted for this time...?)
Sholmes:
My dear fellows, it was a matter of great urgency, you understand!
Mikotoba:
Anyway, the list of names was found in Seishiro's office, as Sholmes predicted.
Ryunosuke:
So you mean, that mysterious collection of names that was sent from Britain to Japan was...
Susato:
It was sent to Judge Jigoku! He was the intended recipient!
Ryunosuke:
(I don't believe it...)
Susato:
But that doesn't answer the question of what the list of names actually signifies...
Sholmes:
......... ...I did formulate a hypothesis about that. But without a shred of evidence, I couldn't possibly have shared it.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes... ...looks deadly serious for once.)
Kazuma's death
Ryunosuke:
That 'tragedy' we had to go through on the SS Burya... It was all for nothing! Kazuma wasn't dead at all! We were completely taken in by the lie you told us. Your 'great detective's lie'...
Sholmes:
......... I took no pleasure in deceiving you. However, at the time... ...all that concerned me was preventing the young man's study tour from taking place, whatever the cost.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
I capitalised on the events that transpired to see that he was sent back to Japan.
Susato:
His 'remains', you mean?
Sholmes:
Precisely, Miss Susato. And then I made sure that somebody else was sent to Britain in his stead.
Susato:
Oh my! You mean...
Sholmes:
The arrangement between our two countries was already in place: One university student lawyer and one judicial assistant to be accommodated on a study tour. In other words, by arranging for someone else to fill the place originally intended for Mr Asogi... ...I would successfully prevent the man from arriving on our shores for several years at least.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, do...do you mean to say that... ...it was all in aid of stopping Kazuma coming to Britain? That's why you...?
Sholmes:
Think back, Mr Naruhodo... Was there not somebody who quite casually urged you to continue on the voyage to England?
Hosonaga:
The terms of this study tour were negotiated by the Department of Justice in both Great Britain and Japan. In the light of Mr Asogi's unfortunate death... ...I'm afraid the study tour can no longer go ahead.
Susato:
.........
Sholmes:
My dear fellows, the majority of problems have an extremely simple solution, you know! All you require is one lawyer, and the study tour can continue, surely?
Susato:
But there is no one else with the necessary qualifications, Mr Sholmes. We know of no other lawyer.
Sholmes:
...The voyage to London still promises a good month of time. Ample opportunity, I would say, to find yourselves another suitable lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
So...you manipulated me?!
Sholmes:
I've often remarked on the extraordinary lengths to which friendship will drive a man. I was quite sure that you would rise to the challenge for your late friend.
Ryunosuke:
I don't believe it...
Susato:
But if it was all contrived... I mean, what happened was treated by the authorities as murder. A woman was mistakenly arrested as the perpetrator! What do you suppose became of her?
Sholmes:
Naturally, I didn't allow the misapprehension to have any serious repercussions. I subsequently explained everything and assisted the unfortunate soul in finding the foreign refuge she sought.
Ryunosuke:
...I seem to remember Miss Susato and I had some rather strong words for her...
Sholmes:
Well, she was certainly not devoid of all guilt. She deserved every word, I'm sure.
Ryunosuke:
(I wonder if she made it to America, then...)
Susato:
......... I'm afraid I simply cannot comprehend it. Why would you go to such lengths, Mr Sholmes? Why were you so determined to stop Kazuma-sama from reaching Britain?!
Sholmes:
......... The truth is, twelve months ago... ...there was already a very tangible omen of the impending tragedy, you see.
Susato:
Oh!
Sholmes:
An omen that, at this very moment in time, is close at hand.
Ryunosuke:
...! (An omen of all these tragic events, that already existed a year ago...is close at hand? We need to find out exactly what Mr Sholmes knows...)
The four names
Sholmes:
As I said, when I learnt of Dr Wilson's murder in Japan... ...my mind immediately turned to those four names. Because, you see... ...there was someone else on the list who I believed to be recently deceased.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Who?
Sholmes:
'A. Shin' as it was transcribed in Japanese script. In actual fact, Miss Asa Shinn. That was a familiar name to me. She was a professional killer, well known among London's unsavoury classes.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see...
Sholmes:
But she had completely vanished from existence several months before Wilson's murder. So I came to the logical conclusion that she had herself been killed. And accordingly, I became fearful for the lives of the remaining two persons on the list.
Susato:
Ah! 'K. Asogi' and 'T. Gregson'...
Sholmes:
Owing to our proximity, I decided to take measures to protect Gregson myself. But I determined it would be safest if young Asogi were to stay away from Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...so that's why you went to such lengths to prevent his study tour from going ahead.
Sholmes:
Exactly.
Susato:
So...you already knew who Kazuma-sama was, Mr Sholmes.
Mikotoba:
Oh yes. Sholmes and I have exchanged correspondence for years. I'd recounted many tales about Asogi to him in my letters. And the news of Dr Wilson's death, of course.
Iris:
......... So...Dr Wilson is dead then... I didn't know.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Iris...
Iris:
I know he wasn't my daddy, but still...that's very sad.
Susato:
I'm so sorry, Iris. We knew the significance of the name, obviously, but... ...we just couldn't bring ourselves to tell you.
Iris:
No...
Ryunosuke:
But what you just told us, Mr Sholmes... ...doesn't completely tie in with the facts. There's one big hole in your hypothesis.
Susato:
A big hole, Mr Naruhodo?
Mikotoba:
Ah yes, you mean about Asa Shinn, I presume?
Susato:
Oh, of course!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. She wasn't killed, was she? She was in Japan, posing as a visiting student under the assumed name of Jezaille Brett.
Sholmes:
I'm glad you're keeping up, my dear fellow! But I only became aware of that fact... ...two days ago, in the foyer of the Great Waterloo Hotel.
Susato:
Ah!
Sholmes:
And upon hearing that startling revelation... ...the hypothesis that I'd formed surrounding those four names... ...was completely turned topsy!
Ryunosuke:
What? Topsy?
Topsy hypothesis (appears after "The four names")
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean when you say your hypothesis was turned topsy, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I had believed all four names on the list to be the names of victims. However...I was mistaken.
Mikotoba:
Very much so! Asa Shinn was a killer! So this telegram is a list of both victims and killers, is it?
Sholmes:
Indeed. And it would seem that Miss Shinn... ...was dispatched from Britain with the sole intention of dispatching Dr Wilson. Her visiting student status being merely a front.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Which would of course explain why no motive could be determined for her actions...
Ryunosuke:
So the real reason Dr Wilson was killed by Asa Shinn... ...is because he was the target of an assassination!
Sholmes:
And forearmed with that knowledge, fresh consideration of this telegram... ...puts the list in a very different perspective.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Sholmes:
Well, does it not strike you? There is another among the four... ...who subsequently became a visiting student.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, you mean...?
Sholmes:
But of course. A name you know only too well.
Ryunosuke:
You... You mean...KAZUMA?!
Susato:
Ohhhhhh!
Ryunosuke:
He...did say in court earlier today...
Kazuma:
Yes, on 31st October, I accompanied Inspector Gregson to Dunkirk... ...in order to carry out a mission.
Stronghart:
And the mission was...?
Kazuma:
...The assassination of the mark.
Sholmes:
Young Asogi accepted that mission a year ago now.
Susato:
Surely not...
Sholmes:
In conclusion, this document is a contract of sorts. An international agreement, one might say...detailing an assassin exchange.
Ryunosuke:
An assassin exchange?! (How could Kazuma possibly have got involved in something like that?!)
Assassin exchange (appears after "Topsy hypothesis")
Sholmes:
Let's assume that we have two parties, each wishing to dispose of a distinct individual. Those two parties then make a contract to swap their respective assassination targets. That would then be an assassin exchange.
Susato:
So to begin with, the British assassin is dispatched as a visiting student to Japan, where she kills her target. And then the Japanese assassin is dispatched as a visiting student to Britain in order to eliminate his target. ...It certainly does sound like an exchange.
Ryunosuke:
But... ...what on earth is the point?
Mikotoba:
Don't forget, Naruhodo, that the British assassin at least escaped conviction... ...thanks to diplomatic immunity afforded by consular jurisdiction.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes...
Mikotoba:
Such jurisdiction should be null and void under the terms of the new treaty between our two countries. So the fact that it was brought into play suggests intervention at the very highest levels.
Ryunosuke:
(The highest levels...?)
Sholmes:
These murders were two sides of the same coin. Linked not by a common motive, but by contractual agreement. As such, they appeared utterly unrelated. Yet in truth, the assassins were complicit in one singular, devilish scheme. That dissociation, and the safeguard of diplomatic immunity, were, I believe, the motivation behind this plot.
Mikotoba:
But wait a minute, Sholmes! If this telegram really is describing the exchange of assassins as you're suggesting... ...it would mean that the Japanese killer's target was never Seishiro Jigoku at all. It would mean that Asogi's target was actually Inspector Gregson!
Ryunosuke:
What?! Kazuma was here for Gregson?! (So Judge Jigoku wasn't actually the mark?)
Susato:
Yes, that's exactly what it would mean!
Sholmes:
......... I hold myself personally responsible for failing to keep the inspector safe.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
I told him of my fears and implored him to seek a transfer to an overseas position. Obviously with the young pickpocket in tow.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, Gina...) Come to think of it, Inspector Gregson did mention that to us at the Great Exhibition. That he'd be transferring to the Paris police and taking Gina with him.
Sholmes:
But without informing me, he engaged in one last assignment, it seems. And sadly...it turned out to be his very last.
Ryunosuke:
(This is too much to take in...)
Present
Telegram from Japan (after clearing "Kazuma's death" Converse option)
Ryunosuke:
There was no room for doubt with your instructions in this telegram, Mr Sholmes. You were very clear that it was Judge Jigoku's office that should be searched. So... ...you obviously knew that's where the list of names would be found.
Susato:
'K. Asogi / A. Shin,
T. Gregson / J. Wilson'...
Ryunosuke:
But we only learnt of those four names just over six months ago now. And only because they appeared as part of the top-secret government communications that were leaked.
Sholmes:
That's true, yes. But at the time, you were unaware of the background. You see, those four names were wired to Japan... ...around six months before that. Approximately this time last year in fact, when you were both still in Japan.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sholmes:
It really would be hypocrisy on my part to reprove others for intercepting state secrets. Because after all... ...I'm perpetually eavesdropping on communications between the British and Japanese governments.
Ryunosuke:
You're perpetually doing what?! How?
Sholmes:
...Never mind the details. But you should know... ...no secret is safe from Herlock Sholmes when he has designs on knowing it.
Susato:
Oh my! Mr Sholmes! ...What a fabulous line!
Sholmes:
Now, one month after that list of four names was wired to the recipient 'Jigoku' in Japan... ...Dr John H. Wilson was murdered.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sholmes:
As soon as I learnt of the incident, a hypothesis rapidly took shape in my mind. As it turned out, I was partly correct...and partly mistaken. Nevertheless, it was the beginning of all the tragic events that were to follow.
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, please...tell us all you know! Tell us about these four names and the tragedy to which they're all somehow connected!
Sholmes:
.........
Changes "The telegram from Japan" Converse option to "The four names"
Telegram from Japan (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
There was no room for doubt with your instructions in this telegram, Mr Sholmes. You were very clear that it was Judge Jigoku's office that should be searched. So... ...you obviously knew that's where the list of names would be found.
Susato:
'K. Asogi / A. Shin,
T. Gregson / J. Wilson'...
Ryunosuke:
But we only learnt of those four names just over six months ago now. And only because they appeared as part of the top-secret government communications that were leaked.
Sholmes:
That's true, yes. But at the time, you were unaware of the background. You see, those four names were wired to Japan... ...around six months before that. Approximately this time last year in fact, when you were both still in Japan.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sholmes:
It really would be hypocrisy on my part to reprove others for intercepting state secrets. Because after all... ...I'm perpetually eavesdropping on communications between the British and Japanese governments.
Ryunosuke:
You're perpetually doing what?! How?
Sholmes:
...Never mind the details. But you should know... ...no secret is safe from Herlock Sholmes when he has designs on knowing it.
Susato:
Oh my! Mr Sholmes! ...What a fabulous line!
Sholmes:
Now, one month after that list of four names was wired to the recipient 'Jigoku' in Japan... ...Dr John H. Wilson was murdered.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sholmes:
As soon as I learnt of the incident, a hypothesis rapidly took shape in my mind. As it turned out, I was partly correct...and partly mistaken. Nevertheless, it was the beginning of all the tragic events that were to follow.
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, would you mind looking at this?
Sholmes:
This is hardly the time, Mr Naruhodo, as I'm sure you will appreciate.
Ryunosuke:<br
Oh... No, of course not.
Sholmes:
My attention is entirely drawn to one single matter now: ...the pheasant.
Ryunosuke:
(Anyone would think you hadn't eaten in weeks!)
After clearing all Converse options:
Iris:
Alright, everyone! That's quite enough of all that serious talk for one day. Isn't it, Hurley? I mean, look at the time!
Sholmes:
Ah, quite right, Iris. We must conclude our preparations for tomorrow.
Ryunosuke:
(What preparations?)
Mikotoba:
Well, I think I shall make my way back to my hotel room now. This has certainly been a night to remember!
Iris:
It is a little bit sad, though.
Mikotoba:
...?
Iris:
I mean, I liked the idea of you being my daddy. Because then Susie would have been my big sister.
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry, Iris...
Susato:
......... I know, Iris. I was thinking quite the same thing.
Iris:
Were you?
Susato:
But if somebody like me would be worthy... ...I would be delighted to become your sister!
Iris:
What? Really?!
Susato:
Oh yes! Without question!
Iris:
So...you'll teach me all the ways you know to throw Runo to the floor?
Susato:
Yes yes, of course. It would be my pleasure!
Ryunosuke:
You didn't have to agree quite so readily...
Iris:
Oh, but wait a minute! If Susie's going to be my big sister... ...you could be my big brother if you want, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
Huh? I, I mean, yes, of course! If you'll have me, I'll gladly be your brother.
Sholmes:
Well done, Iris. We must always be mindful of feelings. I've raised you so well! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(Because being sensitive is your strong suit, naturally...)
Iris:
Right, I'm going to work extra hard for tomorrow now... because it's for my big brother and sister!
Ryunosuke:
Um... ...what is all this talk about preparing for tomorrow? Preparing what?
Iris:
Hee hee! You'll just have to wait and see!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Sholmes:
Good luck in court tomorrow. I'm expecting a sterling performance!
Ryunosuke:
I'll do my very best, of course!
So the overnight break in the trial's proceedings became a crucial turning point... ...exposing new truths whilst posing new conundrums. That list of four names on the telegram in Judge Jigoku's office... ...and the extraordinary assassination plot in which my best friend had somehow become involved... I felt as though I had been plunged into an even greater darkness all of a sudden. But at the same time... I felt sure I would see the light again soon. Because I was lucky enough to have... ...the most wonderful family in the world standing steadfastly behind me.
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing particular of note...)
The Resolve of Ryunosuke Naruhodo
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4th November, 9:30 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Stronghart:
Before we begin today, I have a brief announcement. As with the closed trial ten years ago, some astonishing facts have come to light in these proceedings. The revelation that the well known 'Reaper' is actually an organisation illegally executing its own brand of justice. And the discovery that a respected Yard inspector was at its heart until he himself perished in an assassination plot. Well...I say to all members of the judiciary here present on this occasion... ...that we will stop at nothing to uncover the whole truth behind these disturbing findings! Counsels...you will undertake this trial with the resolve to pursue the truth to the bitter end!
Ryunosuke:
(Resolve, yes... That's my intention.)
Kazuma:
.........
Van Zieks:
My Lord, if I may enquire...
Stronghart:
The defendant may speak.
Van Zieks:
On what grounds is Kazuma Asogi permitted to continue in his role as prosecutor?
Kazuma:
.........
Van Zieks:
He has admitted to colluding with the victim in a plot to assassinate an innocent man. He shouldn't be enjoying the privilege of freedom, let alone be leading the prosecution.
Kazuma:
I submitted a written petition to Lord Stronghart... ...requesting that judgement of my transgressions be delayed by one day.
Van Zieks:
You did what?
Kazuma:
In today's proceedings...I intend to expose everything. My whole life for the last ten years...has all been leading up to this one day!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...
Kazuma:
Whatever the outcome of this trial... ...I give my word that I will accept whatever punishment is deemed appropriate. However severe. And I suggest you prepare yourself for the same...Reaper!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma is bristling with hostility today. I get the distinct impression we're heading into very dangerous territory...)
Susato:
Is that really even Kazuma-sama standing before us?
Stronghart:
As an extreme exception to normal practices, I have granted this prosecutor's request. The defence finds this acceptable...I presume?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, My Lord!
Stronghart:
In that case, in the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session again. We resume the closed hearing...of Barok van Zieks!
Ryunosuke:
The defence is ready, My Lord.
Kazuma:
The prosecution is more than ready.
Stronghart:
Very well, then. This preamble has taken long enough. Prosecutor Asogi...begin!
Kazuma:
...As you wish, My Lord. The prosecution calls the first witness to the stand. Bring Seishiro Jigoku into the courtroom!
Ryunosuke:
(At last, then...we've reached the final battle. He's putting literally everything on the line now in order to get to the truth. Come on, Ryunosuke. It's time for that steely resolve. Because this is going to test it to the limit!)
Kazuma:
Witness, state your name and occupation for the court.
Jigoku:
Haah... So it was you who issued this, was it?
Kazuma:
Your subpoena? ...I did what was necessary.
Jigoku:
Hah hah hah hah hah hah! Well, look what the young man has become! I didn't think I'd see the day when you'd take that tone with me, I must say.
Stronghart:
The witness will ensure his responses are pertinent to the questions asked.
Jigoku:
......... My name is Seishiro Jigoku, a Supreme Court judge from the Empire of Japan..
Kazuma:
Sixteen years ago, this man came to London as a visiting student. Six years later, he returned to Japan. As well as presiding over the Supreme Court, he is also currently Japan's Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Stronghart:
I am of course fully aware of Mr Jigoku and his pre-eminent roles. I invited him personally to the International Forensic Science Symposium as a representative of his country. I hear he also played a key role in the conclusion of the Anglo-Japanese Treaty of Friendship and Navigation.
Jigoku:
Ah, it was a great honour to be involved in the negotiations. I put my all into that treaty.
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku! I must ask...
Jigoku:
Well I never... Fancy the young murdering student turning up here of all places.
Ryunosuke:
You acquitted me yourself... And now I'm a practising defence lawyer.
Jigoku:
Yes...and full of self-importance like your friend across the courtroom, I see.
Ryunosuke:
You came here to London by invitation to the International Forensic Science Symposium. But then, without informing anyone of your plans, you took flight to France.
Jigoku:
Took flight? I'd have to object to that turn of phrase.
Ryunosuke:
Then explain yourself! What exactly were the circumstances?
Jigoku:
Well...I was somewhat expecting this. And I'm sorry to say... ...I decline to comment.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Jigoku:
Leaving the country prematurely when I was an invited guest may be questionable etiquette... ...but my decision is unrelated to this case. I can't be bound to testify.
Stronghart:
Unrelated, you say?
Kazuma:
.........
Jigoku:
I appreciate that a respected police inspector has been killed, for which I offer my condolences. However, being an alien, I'd obviously never met the man. Nor do I know the first thing about him. As such, I'm in no position to testify. It's as simple as that.
Susato:
So you would run from all this?
Jigoku:
I beg your pardon?
Susato:
This case is more far-reaching than the murder of Inspector Gregson. It has ties to another murder. A case that was tried in Japan almost a year ago now.
Kazuma:
A year ago in Japan... The murder of Dr John H. Wilson, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
That's right! And you, Judge Jigoku, are at the heart of both cases! The defence has evidence to prove it.
Jigoku:
.........
Kazuma:
Well, Ryunosuke... I see from the look in your eyes... ...that you're resolved to carry this through to the very end, too.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
Let's see your evidence, then. What proof do you have that Seishiro Jigoku is involved in this case?
Present Telegram from Japan
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This is a telegram detailing a communication sent between Britain and Japan approximately one year ago."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma:
......... What on earth is that?
Ryunosuke:
This piece of evidence...is a welcome present to the courthouse, with the compliments of the defence!
Stronghart:
You have a poor grasp of British court etiquette, Counsel.
Kazuma:
That's the extent of your resolve? You disappoint me...Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAGH!
Susato:
Stand tall, Mr Naruhodo! That was a minor blow.
Ryunosuke:
Having your best friend tell you he's disappointed in you really stings, though... (But of course we have evidence that ties Judge Jigoku to this case. Evidence showing a few key names, even!)
Kazuma:
Good. There's still plenty of fight in your eyes.
Leads back to:
"Let's see your evidence, then."
Ryunosuke:
This is a telegram detailing a communication sent between Britain and Japan approximately one year ago. The communication contained four names: K. Asogi, A. Shinn... ...T. Gregson and J. Wilson.
???:
Hold it!
Jigoku:
You, you little... Where did you get that?!
Ryunosuke:
In Tokyo...from your office, Judge Jigoku.
Jigoku:
What?! How on earth did you...?
Kazuma:
What's this all about? Why is my name on that list?
Ryunosuke:
This list of four names follows a certain pattern. T. Gregson and J. Wilson are the names of victims. K. Asogi and A. Shinn...are the names of assassins.
Kazuma:
No...
A year ago in Tokyo... ...Dr John H. Wilson's life was taken in a Western-style restaurant in the capital. The culprit was found to be a visiting student who went by the name of Jezaille Brett. But her real name...was Asa Shinn, a professional killer sent on a mission to kill from Great Britain.
Susato:
A. Shinn and her victim J. Wilson...
Ryunosuke:
And the murder that just took place here in London was the counterpart to that crime. An assassin sent from Japan, also a visiting student: Kazuma Asogi... ...whose victim was the British police inspector Tobias Gregson.
Susato:
K. Asogi and T. Gregson... One assassin from each country to kill a target residing in the other.
Stronghart:
......... What exactly is the defence suggesting?
Ryunosuke:
These two cases of murder, one that took place in Britain and one in Japan... ...were masterminded by a pair of individuals from each country as a form of assassin exchange! And the telegram the defence has acquired is proof of this international 'contract' to kill!
Kazuma:
Wha...WHAT?!
Ryunosuke:
The telegram was found in your office, Judge Jigoku! In other words, the mastermind in Japan...was you!
Jigoku:
.........
Kazuma:
Judge Jigoku...? What's this all about?!
Jigoku:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And you, Kazuma... You lied.
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
During yesterday's proceedings, you acknowledged that you'd accepted the assassination mission. But the mark wasn't Judge Jigoku at all. It was 'T. Gregson', Detective Inspector of Scotland Yard... ...as shown by the name on the killing contract!
Kazuma:
......... Very impressive, Ryunosuke. But actually, I didn't lie.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
The name of the target I was ordered to kill never passed my lips yesterday. The idea that Seishiro Jigoku was the mark...came entirely from you!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (You...deliberately avoided saying his name...?)
Stronghart:
The defence claims these four names indicate some sort of international assassin exchange? I'm sure I speak for all present when I say that the very idea seems utterly absurd. Well, Mr Jigoku? What do you have to say for yourself?
Jigoku:
.........
Ryunosuke:
His silence only goes to prove his guilt!
Susato:
There's another very important point that this new development brings to light. There's now a distinct possibility that the scene of Inspector Gregson's actual murder... ...was in the witness's cabin aboard the SS Grouse!
Stronghart:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku, you have to testify now! To refuse would put you in contempt of court!
Jigoku:
......... Hah hah hah hah hah hah! There's no need for quite such a vicious stare, young man! Very well, then. As a parting gift to you all, I'll tell you everything I know.
Stronghart:
......... It seems this Japanese gentleman has information that the court must hear. About the alleged 'assassin exchange' and the events of the night of the 31st October. Present your formal testimony now.
Jigoku:
...As you wish, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Witness Testimony
- The Assassin Exchange -
Jigoku:
It's true that Kazuma Asogi was assigned the assassination mission one year ago now.
The target was Inspector T. Gregson. That was a condition of the British study tour.
However...in the end something happened that meant the young man was unable to carry out his mission.
On the evening in question, a member of the crew was on duty outside my cabin at all times.
If there'd been a shot fired, the crewman would have heard it. So clearly I can't be involved.
Ryunosuke:
So you admit it, then? As this communication suggests... ...there really was an assassin exchange arrangement between Britain and Japan!
Jigoku:
A political endeavour at the highest levels. Not something I can discuss here.
Susato:
To use such a worthy practice as foreign study to coerce somebody to commit murder... It's the most appalling thing I've ever heard!
Jigoku:
Appalling? Well, it's easy to judge...
Susato:
Pardon?
Jigoku:
Asogi had a reason for taking his sword to that British inspector, you know.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Jigoku:
Which is why he accepted the mission in the first place. Isn't that right...Counsel?
Kazuma:
.........
Susato:
Kazuma-sama...?
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku, if you are the mastermind behind this operation in Japan... ...then tell the court the identity of your counterpart in Britain!
Jigoku:
......... I'm not obliged to divulge that information.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
As I said yesterday, I've killed nobody. I freely admit that I accepted the mission, but on the night the plan was to be executed, I backed out. In short, this assassin exchange that the defence has identified is unrelated to the events of this case.
Jigoku:
The crucial point is this: Your police inspector can't have perished aboard that steamship in Dunkirk. Because if he'd been shot in the cabin, it's inconceivable that a member of the crew wouldn't have heard it.
Kazuma:
That's right. Gregson was killed after returning to London. In the room on Fresno Street. And the perpetrator of the crime was the Reaper, Barok van Zieks! The prosecution's accusation remains unchanged.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
...To think that a seemingly innocent foreign exchange programme was a façade for such Machiavellian dealings. Clearly it's a plot only a government minister and high-ranking judge such as the witness could hope to execute.
Jigoku:
Well, I seem to recall that it was someone on the British side who...controlled everything.
Stronghart:
Be that as it may, it is not the place of this court to pursue this villainous assassin exchange plot. We are concerned only with the tangible events pertaining to the murder of Inspector Gregson. ...Is the defence clear on that point, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, My Lord. I'll keep that in mind as I cross-examine the witness.
Cross-Examination
- The Assassin Exchange -
Jigoku:
It's true that Kazuma Asogi was assigned the assassination mission one year ago now.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A year ago...when Kazuma was still in Japan, then.
Jigoku:
Correct. It was at the examination centre for applicants for the study tour that I approached him.
Kazuma:
I'll never forget it. I remember exactly what you said. You just came out and asked me forthright if I'd consider travelling to Britain on an assassination mission.
Susato:
Surely not...
Kazuma:
I thought it was a joke at first, of course. But then... ...it was made clear to me that if I didn't accept, I wouldn't be considered for the study tour.
Ryunosuke:
So, so you agreed to it...just for that?! I mean, I know how much you wanted to study in England, but...assassination?!
Kazuma:
.........
Jigoku:
The Empire of Japan had accepted a proposal from the British Empire at the time. An agreement to send a student from each country to the other's to deepen cultural understanding and friendship. But behind the scenes, the chosen students were to be given assassination missions. I...had no choice but to accept the proposal that originated from my British counterpart.
Susato:
Why? Why didn't you expose the plot there and then?!
Jigoku:
.........
Stronghart:
Britain acknowledges no part in these alleged misbegotten dealings. I advise you not to make spurious allegations... Foreign Minister Jigoku.
Jigoku:
As a witness, I am bound to tell the truth...My Lord. Anyway, I picked Asogi, and explained the details of the plan to him.
Jigoku:
The target was Inspector T. Gregson. That was a condition of the British study tour.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Why Kazuma? Why did you pick him as the assassin?
Jigoku:
He was the most capable of all the applicants. And in addition... ...I knew his desire to travel to Britain was very strong. In fact, it was almost more than a desire. It was his whole purpose in life.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, as his best friend, I can certainly attest to that. The way he threw himself into his studies... The way he pursued becoming qualified as a lawyer... It was all ultimately for that one single goal of being accepted on a study tour to Britain.)
Susato:
And of course, we know the reason behind that. He was determined to find out for himself the truth about his father, Genshin Asogi.
Kazuma:
There's nothing I wouldn't have done to get here. Be that agreeing to assume the role of an assassin... or betraying people's trust.
Jigoku:
Well, you certainly did a fine job of betraying mine, Asogi.
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
But why was Inspector Gregson the target?
Jigoku:
I have no idea. Those were the orders from Britain. I was in no position to question them.
Kazuma:
You have no idea? Really? I find that hard to believe.
Jigoku:
Oh do you?
Susato:
Judge Jigoku was once a visiting student here in Britain himself, of course. Perhaps he has some connection with Inspector Gregson from that time...
Jigoku:
The defence really ought to catch up.
Ryunosuke:
With what?
Jigoku:
With the fact that the assassin exchange has absolutely nothing to do with the case under scrutiny here. Yes, I've already admitted to recruiting Asogi...
Jigoku:
However...in the end something happened that meant the young man was unable to carry out his mission.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I presume you're referring to the incident that occurred during Kazuma's passage to Britain in January? The awful 'tragedy' that took place on the steamship...
Jigoku:
Word arrived at the ministry some two weeks after the ship's departure from our shores. The visiting student had been killed, but his body had somehow gone missing in Hong Kong. The news was wired to me from a detective I'd placed on the ship to accompany the assassin.
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, Kazuma didn't actually die at all. But he did lose his memory. Including all details about his special mission.
Kazuma:
.........
Stronghart:
Did you not consider dispatching another assassin at that point?
Jigoku:
That wasn't possible. Simply because... ...that black-clad young student over there had already put himself forward as Asogi's replacement. And there was no way to stop him from reaching Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Jigoku:
My hands were completely tied.
Susato:
So Mr Sholmes's strategy worked perfectly.
Ryunosuke:
He, he predicted everything that would happen...
Kazuma:
Months later, my memory returned. But I'd never intended to go through with the assassination mission anyway.
Jigoku:
So you were playing me right from the outset, were you? Is that it?
Kazuma:
I'd sooner be guilty of that crime than of taking someone else's life. I was prepared to do whatever I had to in order to get myself here to Britain.
Stronghart:
This line of questioning has gone on long enough.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
All the court should be concerned about in the testimony given by this witness... ...are details relating to his relationship with Inspector Gregson, and the victim's murder.
Jigoku:
In that case... ...as I've already made perfectly clear, I had no connection to the man or his death!
Stronghart:
And you have some means of substantiating this plea?
Jigoku:
On the evening in question, a member of the crew was on duty outside my cabin at all times.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Outside your cabin in the first-class area of the SS Grouse, you mean?
Jigoku:
Yes, that's right. Not least because there was a 'murder' of a student passenger earlier in the year, I imagine... ...the liner operators have taken to posting a crewman outside every first-class cabin door.
Kazuma:
I can confirm the presence of the crewman guard myself.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Kazuma:
Because I accompanied Inspector Gregson to Dunkirk that night, I witnessed it with my own eyes. There was a well-built crewman standing guard directly in front of the door to the witness's cabin.
Jigoku:
At that particular time, of course, I'd gone to the ship's dining room for dinner.
Kazuma:
The inspector and I asked the crewman to allow us into the cabin while we waited for Judge Jigoku's return.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose Inspector Gregson was there in his capacity as the Reaper... He was intending to take the witness's life.
Kazuma:
Exactly. As I've said numerous times now, I had no intention of killing anyone.
Ryunosuke:
So the crewman let two potential assassins into the cabin he was supposed to be guarding? Not the most convincing of sentries, really.
Kazuma:
In truth, those were my thoughts, too. But anyway, I stayed to talk with Inspector Gregson for a short while... ...and then I left him there and made my way off the ship alone.
Ryunosuke:
Was the guard still at the door when you went?
Kazuma:
Yes. He glared at me as I walked past.
Jigoku:
You see? That proves it.
Present Evacuation Drill Itinerary
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Yes, as the court has heard, there was a crewman posted outside Judge Jigoku's cabin."
Jigoku:
If there'd been a shot fired, the crewman would have heard it. So clearly I can't be involved.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The crewman who was standing directly outside your cabin door, you mean?
Jigoku:
That's right. A muscular man with a permanent grim expression on his face. He didn't once move from that spot. To be honest, I thought he was a miserable fellow. But as it happens, he's a vital witness now!
Kazuma:
There's no doubt that Gregson was killed by a gunshot. And it's inconceivable that a crewman standing just outside the cabin door wouldn't have heard that.
Susato:
But wait! What about the ship's enormous steam engines? The noise of them could have drowned out the sound of the gun being fired!
Jigoku:
Sadly, young judicial assistant, that won't wash.
Susato:
Oh!
Jigoku:
You will recall that my cabin was in the first-class area of the ship, which is also of course, the quietest. Don't imagine for a moment that it's anything like steerage where the judicial assistants go!
Susato:
I, I didn't mean...
Ryunosuke:
But a hole like that made by a bullet was found in your cabin, Judge Jigoku! That's compelling evidence that a gun was fired in there!
Kazuma:
What's that? A bullet hole...?
Jigoku:
Oh yes. You're talking about what the detective uncovered in the wall yesterday, I presume. That was obviously a rotten panel eaten out by woodworm. [sic] No doubt he didn't find an actual bullet.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (That's the hole in this argument...)
Jigoku:
Sadly, I was unable to arrange for the crewman to be brought back to Britain with me. But obviously, if a gun had been fired in my cabin on the night in question as the defence implies... ...I would have been arrested on the spot, and would never have made it to Britain in the first place!
Stronghart:
Very true. The witness's logic is sound. Since no gunshot was heard from the witness's cabin on the night in question... ...we must assume that the witness is telling the truth.
Jigoku:
Heh heh heh... I'm glad you've seen sense, My Lord.
Present Evacuation Drill Itinerary
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Yes, as the court has heard, there was a crewman posted outside Judge Jigoku's cabin."
Ryunosuke:
(I know Kazuma's already admitted to taking on this incredible assassination plot, but even so... ...hearing it confirmed by somebody else is still a real shock.)
Susato:
It's unforgivable! Using Kazuma-sama's feelings to manipulate him into agreeing to such a despicable plan...
Ryunosuke:
But I think Kazuma manipulated Judge Jigoku, too. He completely double-crossed him.
Susato:
Oh dear... It's hard not to see that as a stroke of brilliance on Kazuma-sama's part...
Ryunosuke:
(One way or another, though, Gregson ended up dead.) I really think that the murder must have happened aboard that steamship.
Susato:
So you mean...
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku must be lying.
Susato:
......... I know I shouldn't let my emotions cloud my judgement... ...but you must destroy him, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, as the court has heard, there was a crewman posted outside Judge Jigoku's cabin. However, we can be sure that, contrary to the witness's claim... ...the guard wasn't there at all times.
Kazuma:
What?
Ryunosuke:
I have here a notice of a particular event that was scheduled to take place aboard the steamship on the 31st.
Jigoku:
Wha...?! Where did you get that?!
Ryunosuke:
It's evidence gathered by Mr Herlock Sholmes. You were acquainted yesterday, if you remember.
Jigoku:
Herlock Sholmes again...
Ryunosuke:
According to this itinerary... ...after leaving the Port of Dunkirk, at exactly 10 p.m., and for a period of twenty minutes... ...all crewmen of the SS Grouse were to gather on deck for an evacuation drill.
Kazuma:
All crewmen were...away from their posts?!
Ryunosuke:
And during that twenty-minute interval of course... ...any gunshots emanating from your cabin would have been heard by no one!
Jigoku:
.........
Ryunosuke:
In summary, Judge Jigoku... ...you had ample opportunity to commit the crime!
Jigoku:
Argh!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
A twenty-minute window of opportunity... That's an excellent find, Ryunosuke. But it amounts to nothing!
Ryunosuke:
Why?
Kazuma:
Because the witness clearly stated in his testimony that no incident occurred in his cabin. Unless you have some decisive evidence that can show his testimony to be false... ...your accusation is nothing more than conjecture!
Stronghart:
Very true. Well, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
......... Inspector Gregson was killed in Judge Jigoku's cabin that night. I'm certain of it. Because the defence has the evidence to prove it.
Stronghart:
You will present the evidence for the defence at once, Counsel. What proof do you have that the victim's life was taken in Jigoku's cabin on the 31st October?
Present Small Component
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Judge Jigoku!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Stronghart:
Bailiff! Take this evidence and incinerate it!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! That evidence was presented after careful consideration, My Lord.
Kazuma:
Then I'd suggest you take a little longer over your deliberation in future. Otherwise you may find... ...that you're the one being sent for incineration!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAGH! (Is it just me, or is Kazuma's tongue getting sharper by the minute?)
Susato:
Don't worry, Mr Naruhodo. Your mind can only get sharper, too!
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes and Professor Mikotoba's visit to Judge Jigoku's cabin... ...yielded a minute piece of evidence that was very nearly overlooked, if my memory isn't failing me.)
Susato:
You must bring it to mind, Mr Naruhodo! And in a timely fashion...before the bailiff burns everything!
Leads back to:
"You will present the evidence for the defence at once, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku! This was found in your cabin yesterday.
Stronghart:
What is that? The crown of a pocket watch?
Jigoku:
A, a pocket watch...?
Ryunosuke:
And if you will observe, the victim's pocket watch, which we know he treasured... ...is missing precisely that part.
Stronghart:
It, it can't be...
Ryunosuke:
Moreover, this crown is a perfect fit on the spindle protruding from the victim's watch.
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Now, the fact that this was retrieved from Judge Jigoku's cabin... ...tells us that the victim's watch almost certainly broke there.
Jigoku:
Grrr.........
Ryunosuke:
In other words, the victim was killed on the 31st during the twenty-minute evacuation drill... ...in the cabin occupied by you, Judge Jigoku!
Jigoku:
......... Well...you're razor sharp, aren't you, you young murderer...
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Expertly manoeuvred, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
And your argument sounds entirely plausible... ...at first. But rather like this pocket watch, it's full of cracks.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Kazuma:
And I believe Judge Jigoku feels the same way.
Jigoku:
I was wrong to acquit you earlier in the year.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Jigoku:
If I'd known that it would result in anyone having to listen to this drivel... ...I would have declared you guilty just to spare the world your ridiculous bombast.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
I think it's clear... ...that the witness will have to give further testimony.
Jigoku:
When you hear what actually happened in my cabin that night... ...you'll notice the pitfall into which you've stumbled.
Stronghart:
Prior to your renewed testimony, I would like to clarify one point: The fact that this part of the victim's watch was discovered in your cabin... ...means that you acknowledge he was there, I presume?
Jigoku:
Yes, I do.
Stronghart:
Very well, then. You may proceed to give your formal testimony... ...about what exactly happened in your cabin aboard the ship on the evening of the 31st October.
Jigoku:
...Of course. As a man of the law, I have no intention of obstructing justice.
Witness Testimony
- The Events in the Cabin -
Jigoku:
I had a guest waiting for me when I returned to my cabin after finishing my evening meal in the dining room.
When I walked through the door, a mustachioed Englishman was there, foolishly waving a gun at me.
I soon took care of him with an ippon seoi throw, though. He couldn't wait to run away after that.
I imagine his watch was broken when I threw him over my shoulder. It has nothing to do with his murder.
The inspector was clearly killed having returned to Britain. Because his body was found in London.
Stronghart:
'Ippon seoi'...?
Jigoku:
A common jujutsu martial arts technique in my country. I was careful not to use too much force, but the man obviously landed too heavily for his watch to take.
Kazuma:
So Ryunosuke Naruhodo... ...I imagine you can see the flaw in your logic now, can't you?
Ryunosuke:
What?
Kazuma:
The fact that the pocket watch was broken in the witness's cabin... ...in no way proves that the victim's murder took place there!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH!
Jigoku:
I've no doubt the inspector intended to kill me. But he didn't manage to pull the trigger.
Kazuma:
Yes, because he was merely the tactician. Not the Reaper's hand of death.
Stronghart:
Well, the testimony appears to make perfect sense as far as I can tell.
Jigoku:
Let me express my deep gratitude for your understanding, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(But if this testimony holds... ...Judge Jigoku will be deemed to have had no involvement in the case!)
Stronghart:
Well, Counsel? I really see no reason for wasting precious court time here on a cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, My Lord. The defence has a right to cross-examine. And I don't intend to squander that.
Jigoku:
You're an embarrassment to your countrymen... not knowing when you're beaten.
Stronghart:
In that case...proceed, Mr Naruhodo!
Cross-Examination
- The Events in the Cabin -
Jigoku:
I had a guest waiting for me when I returned to my cabin after finishing my evening meal in the dining room.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Because the so-called guard posted at your cabin door had just let your killer pass, you mean?
Jigoku:
Apparently Gregson told the crewman he was a police inspector. ...Which was the truth, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(He wouldn't have had his identification with him, though...)
Jigoku:
He had his trench coat and moustache, not to mention the bag of chips. I imagine the crewman was convinced.
Ryunosuke:
But the man accompanying him would have had two sword [sic] slung around his waist.
Kazuma:
You mean me?
Ryunosuke:
...Who else?
Jigoku:
Yes, that's true. You would have hoped the sight of a few swords might have set off alarm bells in the guard's head.
Kazuma:
...The point is, I left the cabin before its occupant returned and I immediately disembarked the ship.
Jigoku:
Certainly, all I can tell you is that only the inspector was waiting for me when I arrived back at my cabin.
Stronghart:
And you entered without any inkling of suspicion?
Jigoku:
That's right. None whatsoever.
Jigoku:
When I walked through the door, a mustachioed Englishman was there, foolishly waving a gun at me.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Obviously you're talking about Inspector Gregson?
Jigoku:
Yes, though at the time, I didn't know the man's name. And there was no time for introductions. I value my life over manners.
Ryunosuke:
By which you mean...that the inspector was there to assassinate you, I suppose?
Jigoku:
That was certainly the impression given by the gun pointing in my direction. But I've never seen the muzzle of a revolver shake about so much in all my life! Anyone would think the man had never shot somebody before.
Ryunosuke:
Believe it or not, most of us haven't...
Jigoku:
Anyway, there was no time to call for the help of the crewman at the door. So I dealt with the man myself.
Jigoku:
I soon took care of him with an ippon seoi throw, though. He couldn't wait to run away after that.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Even though the man had a gun?! That was a very brave move, wasn't it?
Jigoku:
Hah hah hah hah hah hah! My ippon seoi is far faster than a bullet, I can assure you!
Ryunosuke:
But surely all that commotion caused the crewman to come in, didn't it?
Jigoku:
Hm? Yes, of course. He burst in immediately without knocking. The inspector hurled himself at the stocky fellow, and just managed to slip past him to make his escape.
Ryunosuke:
...The outstanding guard does it again.
Jigoku:
Luckily there aren't many situations I can't get out of using a quick ippon seoi throw!
Jigoku:
I imagine his watch was broken when I threw him over my shoulder. It has nothing to do with his murder.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The crown snapped off and the glass covering the face of the watch was cracked...
Jigoku:
Preferable to the man's head being pulled off or his spine cracking, wouldn't you say?
Kazuma:
Not that the man was spared for long. A bullet to the chest soon saw to that. But the point is, the broken pocket watch doesn't prove that a murder took place.
Jigoku:
Absolutely not! All the watch proves is the power of my jujutsu throw!
Ryunosuke:
Whatever you say, it doesn't quite ring true that no shot was fired in that cabin. Because there was an obvious bullet hole in the wall.
Jigoku:
Hah hah hah hah hah hah! What are you talking about?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Jigoku:
That's what the star of your lowbrow detective stories told you, is it? Well, I don't care for such fiction.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Jigoku:
Haven't you worked it out yet, you little stripling? No murder took place in my cabin.
Jigoku:
The inspector was clearly killed having returned to Britain. Because his body was found in London.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But there's no evidence that proves the victim ever returned to London alive!
Jigoku:
...Just take a moment to think that idea of yours through now, stripling.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Jigoku:
If the inspector was killed on the steamship in France... ...how on earth could he have got back to Britain?
Ryunosuke:
Um...
Jigoku:
When people die, their bodies remain at that same spot. ...It's a devil of a thing.
Ryunosuke:
Well...then...obviously the culprit must have moved the body!
Jigoku:
How exactly? Carrying a corpse off a ship in your arms would raise a few eyebrows at least, don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes...that's true, but...
Stronghart:
All passenger luggage is inspected when it is unloaded from arriving vessels. And I would like to think the border police would query the corpse of an English gentleman as hand luggage.
Kazuma:
If the murder had taken place aboard the ship, you would imagine the body would have been disposed of at sea. There would be no sense in risking being caught by attempting to transport the body back to Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (That's killed that idea then...)
Susato:
But...perhaps not!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato?
Susato:
We've heard that the first-class passengers were under constant scrutiny by the crewmen posted to guard them. Which would mean that the culprit had no opportunity to dispose of the body in the sea.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...that's true! So transporting the body to Britain may have been the only viable alternative.
Jigoku:
Dear me, you really are new to this, aren't you?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Jigoku:
I thought I'd been perfectly clear, but it seems I'm going to have to explain it in words you can understand. I think I ought to alter my testimony...with your consent of course, My Lord.
Stronghart:
I have no objection. State your amended testimony now.
Changes statement from "The inspector was clearly killed having returned to Britain. Because his body was found in London." to "There's no possible way I could have transported the victim's corpse back to Britain."
Jigoku:
There's no possible way I could have transported the victim's corpse back to Britain.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Hmmm...there's an idea...
Jigoku:
Think about it, stripling. All passengers and crew disembarked at the same time and passed through the same checks at the border. The symposium guests were then driven straight to the hotel in carriages organised by the ministry.
Susato:
And we met you as soon as you arrived at the hotel.
Jigoku:
So you did! Well then, remind me: did I have a corpse over my shoulder at the time?
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?! No!
Jigoku:
So we're in agreement then. I couldn't possibly have brought the inspector's body back to Britain. Unless of course they've developed some clever device these days to instantly move things from A to B!
Ryunosuke:
(Funny you should say that...)
Susato:
Professor Harebrayne's invention didn't actually work, if you remember, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...of course.
Stronghart:
The defence has become unusually quiet, I notice.
Jigoku:
Yes. Because there's really nothing more to say.
Present Commemorative Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"There's no possible way you could have moved Inspector Gregson's body, you say?"
Ryunosuke:
(So that's his story...)
Susato:
Well, I suppose if you think about it... ...whenever you drop a teacup in the office and it breaks... ...we don't say, 'Mr Naruhodo must have been murdered there!' ...Do we?
Ryunosuke:
...Is that a veiled threat about what might happen to me if I break another one?
Susato:
And the fact is that Inspector Gregson's body was found in the little room on Fresno Street. If he really was killed in Judge Jigoku's cabin...
Ryunosuke:
...The body would have to have been moved somehow, obviously. (Transporting a dead body over a country border... That would be impossible for the majority of people. So there must have been some special circumstances that made it possible for the culprit, then...)
Susato:
That could be a vital realisation, I think, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
There's no possible way you could have moved Inspector Gregson's body, you say? I would say the opposite is true.
Jigoku:
And what's that supposed to mean?
Ryunosuke:
Far from being impossible for you to do... ...the transporting of Inspector Gregson's body back to Britain is something ONLY you could do!
Kazuma:
What are you talking about, Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
As well as being a judge, Mr Jigoku is also Japan's Minister of Foreign Affairs. Which means he's exempt from having his luggage searched when he enters the country.
Stronghart:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
We learnt that when we first met you upon your arrival in London.
Jigoku:
...!
Mikotoba:
Well, all those passport checks and luggage searches at the border took rather a lot of time. I must say, I'm very envious of your ministerial status. You didn't have to go through any of that, did you?
Jigoku:
Ah, I knew you were jealous! Hah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
I presume you recall this, Judge Jigoku? It's a photograph we took in the foyer of the hotel to mark the occasion. As the court will note, you have with you your large travel trunk. Large enough, in fact, to have a corpse inside!
Susato:
M-Mr Naruhodo! Surely you're not suggesting...?
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid I am, yes. Three days ago, when we were chatting innocently with the new arrivals from Japan in the hotel... ...the body of Inspector Gregson was just metres away from us, inside Judge Jigoku's trunk!
Jigoku:
...!
Stronghart:
Order! Order! Order in court! I'm sceptical, Counsel, that a grown man's body could fit inside even the largest travel trunk.
Ryunosuke:
It could. Because I happen to know that the witness himself, a man of considerable size, fits inside his trunk. And verifying that would be extremely simple... wouldn't it, Judge Jigoku?!
Jigoku:
.........
Susato:
But, but inside his trunk... How horrifying!
Ryunosuke:
And after we'd spoken with you at the Great Waterloo Hotel... ...you had the opportunity to visit the apparent 'scene' on Fresno Street... ...taking your trunk with you in a cab, to deposit the inspector's body!
Jigoku:
I don't have to listen to this nonsense!
Ryunosuke:
Dr Gorey, the coroner who examined the body, has confirmed the possibility. She's acknowledged there are signs that steps may have been taken to disguise the true time of death. The onset of the body's decomposition could have been delayed by storing it in a refrigerator.
Stronghart:
Counsel, as I remember explaining yesterday... ...refrigerators of the requisite size are few and far between.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm sure they are. But one place they're certainly found is on large ocean liners.
Stronghart:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Such ships are equipped with electrically refrigerated cold rooms to keep food fresh on their long sea voyages. And the SS Grouse is no exception. Professor Mikotoba told me about it only yesterday. ...Well, Judge Jigoku?
Jigoku:
.........
Ryunosuke:
However much you prolong this debate, you can't eliminate the truth. All the evidence...points to you being the killer!
Jigoku:
......... Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah... Well, this is all very heartening.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Jigoku:
I can see that it was a wise move letting Asogi and you embark on this study tour.
Kazuma:
What are you talking about now?
Jigoku:
Logical reasoning, of course. All court proceedings will be built on logical reasoning in the new century. And I can see that you've both laid firm foundations for that already!
Susato:
Judge Jigoku, please! Stop diverting attention from the issue at hand! The defence has made an accusation against you. How do you respond?!
Jigoku:
Respond? There's really no need for me to respond, is there?
Susato:
Why ever not?
Jigoku:
Because before you can even begin to answer the question of when the victim was killed... ...you must first establish one key fact: Where was the victim killed? ...It's quite logical.
Ryunosuke:
The actual scene of the crime...
Kazuma:
The prosecution's stance is unaltered. The killing took place on Fresno Street when the gunshot was heard... ...as the accused, Barok van Zieks, shot the victim at point-blank range!
Stronghart:
Since no tangible evidence exists to disprove the prosecution's claim at this time... ...the defence's deductions amount to little more than an elaborate fairy tale.
Jigoku:
I'm afraid that's how the logical reasoning the British are known for really works, young stripling.
Ryunosuke:
......... The victim was shot in that little room on Fresno Street and died instantly? I'm afraid it's the prosecution's claim...that's the only fairy tale here.
Kazuma:
How can you say that?
Ryunosuke:
Quite simply... Because that claim directly contradicts a certain piece of evidence in our possession.
Jigoku:
...!
Stronghart:
Very tantalising, Counsel. I think you had better explain yourself to the court, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
The prosecution claims that Inspector Gregson died instantly when he was shot at the scene on Fresno Street. But this evidence clearly contradicts that claim!
Present Photograph of the Victim
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"A photograph of the victim in the very location you claim he wasn't killed?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Stronghart:
...The Japanese really are a curious breed. To proffer an argument with such conviction, only to present such nonsensical evidence...
Kazuma:
Perhaps my Japanese friend's inexplicable thinking is why people talk of the mystique of the East?
Ryunosuke:
In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not the only Japanese around here. ...Do you even have a mirror?
Stronghart:
The court is not interested in the mystique of anything. You will be penalised accordingly.
Ryunosuke:
(Was the victim killed in the room on Fresno Street, or was he moved there after his death...? There's one piece of evidence we have that shows the answer to that question surprisingly clearly!)
Susato:
Perhaps you should try to present the correct one this time then, Mr Naruhodo!
Kazuma:
Are you going to try again? Or can't you hold your hand steady enough to point it out?
Leads back to:
"The prosecution claims that Inspector Gregson died instantly when he was shot at the scene on Fresno Street."
Stronghart:
A photograph of the victim in the very location you claim he wasn't killed?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! But the point is the posture of the body itself.
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
If Inspector Gregson had been shot there in that room... ...it's out of the question that his body would have been curled up in a ball like that!
???:
Objection!
Jigoku:
I'm sorry to disappoint you, but your logic is flawed. He could easily have adopted that foetal position due to the pain of the shot which subsequently proved fatal.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry to disappoint you, Judge Jigoku, but it's your logic that is flawed.
Jigoku:
What?
Ryunosuke:
According to this autopsy report, the victim died instantly. He would have felt no pain, much less have been able to draw himself into that position.
Jigoku:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Which begs the question of why the victim's body is curled up in that way. Though the answer should be abundantly clear by now.
Stronghart:
You're, you're suggesting...
Ryunosuke:
The inspector's body took on that posture ahead of its arrival on Fresno Street... ...before it was coldly turned out on the floor...from the inside of a large travel trunk!
Kazuma:
No!
Susato:
Y-You're quite right... The shape of the body... It looks exactly as if it had been kept in a confined space!
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku, present your trunk for examination! I believe it's very possible that it will contain traces of the victim's blood!
Jigoku:
AAARGH! ......... Present my trunk? I refuse!
Kazuma:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
On what grounds?
Jigoku:
......... I'm the Minister of Foreign Affairs from the Empire of Japan! I shouldn't have to put up with this treatment just because of some stripling's baseless accusations!
Susato:
In other words, Judge Jigoku... ...there is blood in your trunk!
Jigoku:
I decline to answer that. As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, I have privileges that allow me to-
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
At this moment, you're not a government minister. You are a witness in a trial in Britain's highest court!
Jigoku:
...!
Ryunosuke:
I don't care who you are or what your status outside this courtroom might be, you will NOT withhold information! Nothing is more important than the truth!
Jigoku:
Ugh... UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Stronghart:
Order! Order in court! Well, Mr Jigoku...what's it to be?
Jigoku:
.........
Kazuma:
You can't be serious! You did it?!
Jigoku:
......... Have you no shame at all...Kazuma Asogi?
Kazuma:
What?
Jigoku:
......... Very well, I admit it. I did bring the inspector's body into the country. Inside my trunk...exactly as postulated by the defence.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?!
Kazuma:
You...
Stronghart:
Dear God! Outrageous!
Ryunosuke:
So it WAS you! You admit to Inspector Gregson's mur-
Jigoku:
No! I admit to nothing more than what I've said.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Jigoku:
Of killing the man, I certainly have no recollection.
Stronghart:
What on earth is that cryptic statement supposed to mean?
Jigoku:
I merely disposed of the inspector's body, which was left in my cabin. In order to avoid unwanted attention. As the judicial assistant over there pointed out, I had no chance to throw it into the ocean. So...I decided my only option was to bring it into Britain with me and dispose of it somewhere else.
Ryunosuke:
You, you can't still deny it! If you didn't do it, then who on earth did kill the man?!
Jigoku:
As you know, there was one other person in my cabin that night. He had the opportunity. And moreover, he'd already accepted a mission to take the inspector's life.
Susato:
Oh!
Jigoku:
That's right! Who else could it have been?! It was you...Kazuma Asogi!
Kazuma:
.........You... I never thought you'd stoop to this, Seishiro Jigoku.
Jigoku:
You've taken the words straight out of my mouth... 'Prosecutor' Kazuma Asogi. You thought by leaving the body in my cabin you could pin the crime on me, did you?
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
Well...the prosecution counsel has already admitted to visiting the witness's cabin on the night in question.
Jigoku:
Yes, on an assassination mission, no less.
Kazuma:
You, you wouldn't...
Jigoku:
So...what do you make of that, young stripling? You've heard my testimony now. And that's all I have to say on the matter. I'll admit to nothing more!
Susato:
I, I don't believe this...
Stronghart:
Counsel for the Defence... ...what is your position now? The court awaits your response to the witness's assertion. The assertion that on the night in question, the victim's assailant was in fact Mr Kazuma Asogi.
Ryunosuke:
(This isn't the dead end it seems to be. The answer's right in front of me. It comes down to Jigoku...Or Kazuma. Both of them had the opportunity to kill Gregson, but only one of them did it. And I'm just a step away from proving who!) Very well. The defence is ready to respond to the assertion put forward by Judge Jigoku. The idea that the victim's murder could have been committed by Prosecutor Asogi is...
Impossible
Leads to:
"Judge Jigoku!"
Possible
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, it is possible, My Lord.
Kazuma:
Wha...?! How could you?!
Ryunosuke:
Do you think I want to believe it?! But the fact is... ...I can't say with complete certainty what actually happened because I wasn't there!
Kazuma:
You... You disappoint me, Ryunosuke!
Susato:
If I may, Mr Naruhodo... ...I think perhaps that's why we form opinions based on evidence.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (So true... And actually, we have evidence that can settle this argument conclusively!) My Lord! The defence would like to present evidence in support of-
Stronghart:
Before you plough on, feigning ignorance of what just occurred, Counsel... ...you must be penalised for that short but embarrassing 'Ah!' you uttered a moment ago.
Ryunosuke:
(Uuugh... I really thought I could just brush past it if I was quick enough...)
Susato:
Never mind the penalty, Mr Naruhodo! The truth is all that matters!
Leads to:
"Judge Jigoku!"
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku! Let me remind you of something you said only a few minutes ago. You claimed that logical reasoning is the future of the judicial process.
Jigoku:
It is. No question.
Ryunosuke:
Well, logical reasoning can prove something here. Namely, that it would have been impossible for Prosecutor Asogi to commit the crime.
Jigoku:
What?!
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
The court will only accept an argument that is supported by compelling evidence. So present what you have, Counsel. What proof is there that allegedly demonstrates the impossibility of Prosecutor Asogi's involvement?
Present Evacuation Drill Itinerary
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This itinerary for crew members of the SS Grouse, My Lord. This is conclusive proof!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma:
You're making the evidence weep here, Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?!
Kazuma:
Every piece of evidence has a role to play in arriving at the truth. They're not playthings you can toss around the courtroom for entertainment!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAGH!
Susato:
Never mind the evidence, you're about to make me weep, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(Oh no! I can't upset Susato-san...or I'll end up being upset, too! We know a member of the crew was on sentry duty outside the first-class cabins nearly all the time. So as long as the guard was there, it would have been impossible to fire a shot without it being heard. And that very much narrows down when the crime could have been committed...)
Leads back to:
"The court will only accept an argument that is supported by compelling evidence."
Ryunosuke:
This itinerary for crew members of the SS Grouse, My Lord. This is conclusive proof!
Stronghart:
An itinerary? How does that prove anything?
Ryunosuke:
Judge Jigoku! The moment you acknowledged that you found the victim's body in your cabin... ...this itinerary suddenly became much more significant!
Jigoku:
What? ...Why?
Ryunosuke:
On the night in question, as always, a crewman sentry was on guard outside your cabin door. As long as he was there, nobody could have fired a shot inside the cabin.
Kazuma:
Absolutely. Because it's inconceivable that the guard wouldn't have heard it and come to investigate.
Ryunosuke:
So that tells us that the crime must have taken place when the guard was elsewhere. And that narrows it down to the twenty minutes just after ten o'clock, as indicated on the itinerary.
Stronghart:
Yes, I see no flaw in your reasoning so far.
Ryunosuke:
But the crucial point is this: when the evacuation drill took place... ...the steamship had already put to sea from the port of Dunkirk.
Jigoku:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
Now, clearly the murder could only have been committed by somebody who was aboard the vessel at the time. But Prosecutor Asogi stated in yesterday's proceedings...
Kazuma:
I didn't come to Great Britain to take anyone's life. So I left Gregson and disembarked the ship. I spent that night at a boarding house in the town, and returned to England the following morning.
Ryunosuke:
Which I'm sure the court will agree is conclusive proof... ...that Kazuma Asogi couldn't possibly have carried out the killing!
Jigoku:
GYAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
???:
Hold it!
Jigoku:
No! Absolutely not! I don't accept that at all!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Jigoku:
The boy's just saying that to exonerate himself! We can't trust that he really disembarked the vessel! Obviously after he left my cabin, he hid himself somewhere nearby on the ship. Just waiting! Waiting for his chance to come back and finish the-
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No, that's out of the question. Isn't it, Kazuma?
Kazuma:
...As the defence rightly recalls... ...I disembarked the vessel and spent the night in a boarding house in Dunkirk. And as I said yesterday, I signed my name in the accommodation's register book. All extremely easy to verify...and undeniable proof!
Jigoku:
Agh! No! I...
Ryunosuke:
There's no escape this time! You can forget that you're a judge or a government minister. It's time you gave the court an honest answer, as a common man.
Jigoku:
Grrrrrrrrr...
Ryunosuke:
You killed Inspector Tobias Gregson and transported his corpse back to Britain. Then you dumped the body in the room on Fresno Street and made it look as if the murder had happened there. That's what really happened, isn't it...Seishiro Jigoku?!
Jigoku:
It was that damned trial ten years ago... That's when all this began. Looking back now, my fate was decided that day. I was doomed already. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
It's over! My life...is over.
'A British assassin to eliminate a professor in Japan. A Japanese assassin to eliminate a detective in Britain. Both assassins will use diplomatic immunity to evade conviction and return safely to their homelands.'
Jigoku:
The assassin exchange request arrived from Britain about one year ago. ...Though it was hardly a request. It was a demand.
Ryunosuke:
And for that, you decided to recruit Mr Asogi. But things didn't go according to plan. Your chosen assassin never made it to Britain. And you found yourself unable to dispatch a replacement... ...because I was already on my way to Britain at that time in Kazuma's place.
Jigoku:
And that left me with only one option for carrying out my obligation: To eliminate the mark myself. Personally. Of course, there was but a single opportunity for me to do that.
Ryunosuke:
The International Forensic Science Symposium, I presume?
Jigoku:
That's right. I decided it would be safest to carry out the plan before my arrival in Britain. So I enlisted the help of my British counterpart... ...and made arrangements for a pretext that would take the inspector to Dunkirk. To lure the man in, he was given a sham mission by the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
W-What?! (The Reaper...?)
Kazuma:
But there's only one person who could have done that! The mastermind of the entire operation: the Reaper himself!
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
So...that means that the assassin exchange was... It was all planned by the Reaper!
Jigoku:
......... I'm not at liberty to say anything about my British counterpart. Anyway, the inspector accepted the Reaper's mission and dutifully infiltrated my cabin on the steamship. But it was all a trap designed to lead him to France... and his own death.
Susato:
Oh, how awful...
Jigoku:
It was past nine o'clock when I returned to my cabin from the dining hall that evening. I didn't give him time to attack me. I choked him until he lost consciousness. But there was a guard just outside the door, so I left it at that for the time being. Even the slightest noise might have aroused suspicion, so I bided my time, waiting...
Ryunosuke:
For the twenty minutes after ten o'clock...
Jigoku:
I had intended to finish him by strangulation. But moments before I had the chance... ...he suddenly came round and went for me in a reckless move.
*BANG!*
Jigoku:
I'd received the British-issue gun sixteen years earlier, being a member of the judiciary as a visiting student. ...I never imagined I'd have to use it for something like that.
Stronghart:
So the revolver belongs to you, does it?
Jigoku:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Then the victim was killed inside your cabin on the SS Grouse. Which begs the question... ...of why you arranged for his body to be discovered in the room on Fresno Street.
Jigoku:
...The young judicial assistant over there has already answered that question. There was no way I could take the body up on deck to throw it over the side. That's precisely where all the crewmen were gathered for the evacuation drill. So before the first-class cabin sentries returned, I took the corpse to the refrigeration room.
Ryunosuke:
And then on arriving in Dover, you concealed the body in your trunk in order to smuggle it past the border police.
Jigoku:
I knew I needed to take steps if the police were to be convinced when the body was found in London.
Kazuma:
In that case...you must have known. You must have had intimate details of Inspector Gregson's intended schedule.
Jigoku:
Yes. My British counterpart sent me everything I needed to know. The inspector was due at Fresno Street at five o'clock that afternoon. In order to meet a man by the name of Hugh Boone, from whom he would take back his police identification.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Jigoku:
I decided that man would be the perfect person to set up as the culprit. So I took a hackney carriage over there with the body still in my trunk.
Ryunosuke:
That must have been just after we took this photograph with you at the hotel, then...
Jigoku:
Yes, I wasn't expecting a welcome committee. I was more than a little nervous. On Fresno Street, I spotted a young girl selling little firecrackers.
Ryunosuke:
(Miss Venus of course...)
Jigoku:
I conceived of the candle trick there and then. So I donned a simple disguise and approached the girl to buy enough firecrackers to replicate a gunshot.
Kazuma:
What sort of disguise?
Jigoku:
For some reason, the inspector had a bright red hairpiece in his own travelling case. So I put that on. Although I suspect I drew more attention to myself in that than I would have otherwise.
Susato:
The hairpiece we found at the scene. The inspector had it ready for the Red-Headed League investigation.
Jigoku:
I only arrived at the room at around quarter to five. So I quickly placed the body on the floor, moved the noticeboard and set up my little candle trick. I arranged it so the firecrackers would go off with a bang around fifteen minutes later.
Stronghart:
So that Mr Boone, who was due to arrive at five, would walk straight into a trap?
Jigoku:
Except...at the last moment, I made a careless blunder.
Ryunosuke:
What was that?
Susato:
I imagine...it was the bag of fish and chips.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Jigoku:
I didn't notice that it had fallen out of his overcoat pocket when I moved the body to the refrigeration room. I put it back into his pocket the following morning, but... Well, it seems the warmth of the heated cabin had accelerated the decay of the fish. ......... Anyway, that's... That's everything. All the sordid details of what I did.
Stronghart:
I've heard enough. We've arrived at the truth about the murder of one of the country's most capable and respected police inspectors. The witness will be tried in the coming days. For a crime of such a vile nature...you can expect the most severe penalty.
Jigoku:
.........
Kazuma:
.........
Susato:
An exchange of assassins... What a foolhardy idea...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Jigoku! One last detail! Who was your counterpart in Britain? Who was the mastermind behind the assassin exchange?
Jigoku:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Nothing you say now can make matters any worse for you! Just tell us!
Jigoku:
Eeeeeenough! I've already told you...that I cannot say!
Kazuma:
Even though as things stand, you may very well never set foot in your homeland again?
Jigoku:
......... What are you waiting for? Can't we get this over with now?! It's finished...all of it! ...I'm finished...
Stronghart:
Then, in the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I now pronounce the findings of this court. This man before us has admitted to the wilful murder of Tobias Gregson. Seishiro Jigoku, it is the opinion of this court that you should be found...
Guilty
Stronghart:
And may I remind all those present of the strict confidentiality demanded by this closed court!
Stronghart:
Moments ago, Mr Jigoku signed a written confession... ...admitting to the murder of Inspector Gregson, and the subsequent conveyance of the body. In short, the defendant's innocence has therefore been established beyond doubt.
Kazuma:
.........
Susato:
Oh, wonderful! Well done, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, um...thank you.
Susato:
...Is something wrong?
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm...just a little troubled... ...by his silence.
Stronghart:
The true identity of the Reaper of the Bailey... And this extraordinary 'assassin exchange'... We do remain in the dark about these mysteries. However... ...insofar as the indictment brought against the defendant in this trial, we have reached a conclusion.
Van Zieks:
I have every intention of pursuing both mysteries... ...as a prosecutor.
Stronghart:
...As you wish. Now, for the formal adjudication... I hereby declare the defendant, Barok van Zieks.........
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
The prosecution calls for adjudication to be deferred.
Stronghart:
Counsel...?
Kazuma:
The accused's innocence hasn't been fully established at all. And therefore, it would be wrong to deliver a verdict at this time. That is the prosecution's unwavering position!
Ryunosuke:
W-What?!
Susato:
But...Judge Jigoku has already confessed!
Kazuma:
Nevertheless... ...Barok van Zieks has committed crimes for which he must be punished.
Stronghart:
Well... ...it would appear you have information that the court needs to hear, Prosecutor Asogi.
Kazuma:
Certainly, the murder of Inspector Gregson was actually carried out by Seishiro Jigoku. But it's clear from the witness's testimony that he was coerced into complying with the plot. Into this sick, merciless assassin exchange!
Ryunosuke:
That, that may be true, but...
Kazuma:
So what I want to know is, who coerced Jigoku? Who was pulling the strings?
Van Zieks:
...!
Kazuma:
The victim went to France having been ordered on a mission for the Reaper...only to be murdered. In other words, the mastermind behind the assassin exchange is someone in a position to give such an order. As we've already established...the Reaper himself.
Stronghart:
Well, certainly, that would appear to follow...
Kazuma:
The prosecution hereby formally accuses the man in the dock, Barok van Zieks... ...of being the Reaper of the Bailey! And furthermore... ...I'm going to prove his guilt beyond all reasonable doubt!
Ryunosuke:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Stronghart:
Order! Order! Order! The Reaper of the Bailey...is a long-standing mystery, Counsel. Are you suggesting you have some new information with which to build a case?
Susato:
Scotland Yard has already investigated Lord van Zieks very thoroughly in that regard. And they found no evidence whatsoever to substantiate the claim that he is the Reaper.
Kazuma:
Perhaps. But circumstances have now changed.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Kazuma:
It's already been established that the assassin exchange was negotiated with Jigoku by the Reaper himself. Which means we now have a new line of questioning by which to identify definitively the man's identity. That is the prosecution's intention here.
Van Zieks:
I must say I'm surprised... ...by quite how tenaciously you appear to want to besmirch my name.
Kazuma:
......... You are guilty of an unforgivable crime, Lord van Zieks. And I will bring you to justice for it...whatever it takes!
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(That explains Kazuma's silence before. He'll stop at nothing to finish what Lord van Zieks unwittingly started ten years ago...)
Stronghart:
......... Very well. Whilst it's extremely irregular... ...I will on this occasion grant the prosecution further opportunity for witness testimony. The defendant will disclose any and all involvement he has had with the Reaper and the assassin exchange!
Kazuma:
I thank you, My Lord, for guiding the court so wisely.
Stronghart:
I hereby declare this court to be in session for a supplementary hearing!
Van Zieks:
...Pray turn a blind eye to the discourtesy as I verify that this vile and unremitting accusation... ...hasn't soured the contents of my hallowed chalice.
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
I first had to suffer the pseudonym of the Reaper ten years ago now. And ever since that time, I've endured the weight of implied guilt that's gone with it. So I welcome the chance to testify now...and crush those allegations once and for all.
Kazuma:
Good. Then let justice decide...Lord van Zieks. The prosecution seeks to begin building its case by calling the accused to the stand as the primary witness... ...in order that he may answer the accusation brought by the prosecution that he IS the Reaper of the Bailey!
Stronghart:
And what says the defence?
Susato:
Putting the defendant in the witness stand can be extremely dangerous. And Kazuma-sama is so emotional at the moment. He's not thinking logically!
Ryunosuke:
You're right that he's not himself. But I knew it would be like this. And I came here today determined to face him through whatever might arise. As a lawyer...and as his friend.
Susato:
Then that's what we must do!
Ryunosuke:
The defence has no objection, My Lord!
Stronghart:
Very well. Defendant, you will take the witness stand... ...and give formal testimony on the subject of your involvement with the Reaper...and the assassin exchange!
Van Zieks:
As you wish...My Lord.
Witness Testimony
- The Reaper and the Assassin Exchange -
Van Zieks:
I've never taken the life of another. Nor have I instructed another to kill.
I've been investigating the truth behind the Reaper for years. And I was aware of Gregson's involvement.
That's the reason why I went to Fresno Street that day, and how I came to discover the body.
The point is, no common thread exists between myself, Gregson and Dr Wilson.
Clearly, therefore, there's no reason to suspect me of being behind the assassin exchange.
Stronghart:
So you deny all accusations by the prosecution? Both that you are the Reaper of the Bailey, and that you masterminded the assassin exchange.
Van Zieks:
I acknowledge that the public at large believe me to be the Reaper. However, that's a fallacy, which I alone am in a position to foreswear.
Kazuma:
Naturally, the prosecution believes the testimony just given by the accused to be untrue. Ryunosuke Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
...Yes?
Kazuma:
Let me ask you: why are you here? What really brings you to this courtroom?
Ryunosuke:
......... A desire to uncover the truth.
Kazuma:
Even if the truth proves your client to be guilty?
Ryunosuke:
......... From all my experiences in this courtroom, I've come to realise something: The truth can't be hidden. Sooner or later, it will come out.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So it's always my intention to work with my client in pursuit of the truth.
Kazuma:
......... I want you to remember what you just said.
Stronghart:
Enough dilatory chatter. Counsel for the Defence, proceed to cross-examine the witness.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...Yes, My Lord! (I know exactly what you're thinking, Kazuma. I know you're just waiting to point it out. The contradiction you're convinced lies somewhere within this man's testimony...)
Cross-Examination
- The Reaper and the Assassin Exchange -
Van Zieks:
I've never taken the life of another. Nor have I instructed another to kill.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you're not what the general public refer to as the infamous Reaper of the Bailey?
Van Zieks:
Exactly.
Kazuma:
Don't imagine for a moment that the court will be satisfied with a one-word answer on this.
Van Zieks:
I realise that.
Ryunosuke:
(If you're intending to comment on every sentence, this could take a while, Kazuma...) Didn't you find it...disturbing, though? That one by one, defendants who'd been acquitted after your unsuccessful prosecution were killed?
Van Zieks:
......... Let me answer that question by posing another: If, one by one, defendants who'd been acquitted after your successful defence were killed... ...would you find that 'disturbing'?
Ryunosuke:
Disturbing?! I couldn't possibly say how that would make me feel with a one-word answer like that!
Van Zieks:
Exactly.
Ryunosuke:
(Well...that told me...)
Van Zieks:
But even though I'm not the Reaper, that doesn't mean I ignored all the hearsay.
Van Zieks:
I've been investigating the truth behind the Reaper for years. And I was aware of Gregson's involvement.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You say 'for years'... How long exactly?
Van Zieks:
Since the very first time the Reaper's influence was felt in this courtroom...ten years ago now.
Ryunosuke:
And your investigations led you somehow to Inspector Gregson, you're saying?
Van Zieks:
...I didn't want to believe it. He was a personal acquaintance. We'd worked on cases together in the past.
Ryunosuke:
(A friend...even?)
Van Zieks:
It felt like a betrayal, but...I demanded permission to search his office at the Yard without his knowledge.
Kazuma:
Which is when you found his secret notebook, is it?
Van Zieks:
It's when I first learnt of the location he'd noted only as 'Grouse' and the appointment at 5 p.m. on the 31st. Though I didn't know the significance of those details at the time.
Ryunosuke:
(So now we're at the nub of the matter...)
Van Zieks:
As it turns out, the significance for me personally was very unfortunate.
Van Zieks:
That's the reason why I went to Fresno Street that day, and how I came to discover the body.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But why did you go to that specific location?
Van Zieks:
I thought that if it was the Reaper's headquarters... ...then by turning up there at five o'clock, I would catch whoever was involved red-handed. Sadly, all that was awaiting me... ...was the inspector's corpse.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... Even though it wasn't designed for you, you walked straight into the trap set by Jigoku.
Van Zieks:
Exactly. Jigoku had intended to implicate Hugh Boone. But unhappily for me, I arrived at the scene first.
Kazuma:
Hah! A ridiculously careless blunder!
Ryunosuke:
(Moved on to just throwing insults around, I see then, Kazuma...)
Van Zieks:
Think what you will. It doesn't change the truth.
Van Zieks:
The point is, no common thread exists between myself, Gregson and Dr Wilson.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
There is a link between you and Gregson, though.
Van Zieks:
Of course. We were close acquaintances. We'd worked on numerous cases together. I considered the man to be a mentor of sorts. He taught me a number of important lessons.
Ryunosuke:
H-He did? Such as what?
Van Zieks:
......... Where to buy good fish and chips...and suchlike.
Ryunosuke:
(Well...that was convincing.)
Van Zieks:
Dr Wilson was a coroner, of course, but that was some time in the past. And in any case, I understand it was several years ago now that he was invited to work at a Japanese university.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. He was a visiting professor at the Imperial Yumei University in Tokyo.
Van Zieks:
It should be unambiguously clear then, that no link exists between myself and him. In other words, I had no motive for sending some assassin across the oceans to kill the man.
Ryunosuke:
(It sounds plausible enough, and I want to believe it. But something about this just doesn't quite sit right with me...)
Present Klint's Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"What is this? An autopsy report?"
Van Zieks:
Clearly, therefore, there's no reason to suspect me of being behind the assassin exchange.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Certainly as it stands, there's no evidence to suggest that you concocted the scheme.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
But as it stands, we have only the accused's insistence of his innocence.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?!
Kazuma:
Perhaps there is some reason that would explain why he masterminded the assassin exchange. And if a reason could be established later in these proceedings... ...then the accused's claim in this testimony that he wasn't involved would amount to perjury.
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes...that's true, but...
Susato:
Clearly Kazuma-sama... ...intends to identify a reason and use it to make his case.
Ryunosuke:
So if we don't identify something first...
Susato:
...He'll gain the advantage!
Ryunosuke:
(This could be dangerous...)
Kazuma:
.........
Present Klint's Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"What is this? An autopsy report?"
Ryunosuke:
(A convincing testimony by Lord van Zieks...)
Susato:
Certainly, with no apparent connection between the three men, there's no way to establish a motive. The testimony seems unassailable as far as I can see.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Oh dear me! What a bleak expression!
Ryunosuke:
I agree, there doesn't appear to be any particular link between them...at first glance. But with the inclusion of one other person... ......... (I must be over-thinking it, surely...)
Susato:
Another person, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I need to think back over all the information we've gleaned so far.
Susato:
Alright. And I'll review my notes about the case and all the evidence in the Court Record!
Ryunosuke:
(Could it be...that Lord van Zieks has something to hide after all...?)
Stronghart:
What is this? An autopsy report? Wait...this is ten years old...from the autopsy of Lord Klint van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
What?! My brother's autopsy report?!
Kazuma:
I'm pleased to see the defence doesn't intend to run from the undeniable truth.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Stronghart:
Order in court! What reason do you have for presenting a ten-year-old autopsy report here, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
This...the autopsy report of the Professor's final victim... ...is an indelible link between Inspector Gregson, Dr Wilson...and the defendant!
Van Zieks:
Not that accursed name again! The Professor...
Kazuma:
I've personally researched all of the court records relating to that case. I know that at the time, autopsy was considered sacrilege to the victim's souls. And for a member of the aristocracy like Lord Klint van Zieks, it was unthinkable. But someone implored the powers that be to allow the autopsy to go ahead: Inspector Gregson. He declared that he was certain he would obtain conclusive proof from the procedure.
Susato:
And it was Dr Wilson who conducted the autopsy. His signature is clearly visible on the document!
Van Zieks:
As promised by Gregson, the autopsy did indeed produce evidence. Evidence that conclusively proved Genshin Asogi was guilty of the murders. In my brother's dying moments, he mustered all his remaining strength to leave that vital clue behind.
Kazuma:
.........
Stronghart:
Indeed. That was the key to indicting the Professor for his crimes and the conclusive evidence that convicted him. It enabled Lord van Zieks here to avenge his brother's senseless death...with a marvellous victory in court.
Van Zieks:
.........
Kazuma:
A marvellous victory, was it? I wonder if that's really true.
Van Zieks:
What?
Kazuma:
Could the same be said if it turned out that the key piece of evidence in question was in fact fabricated? If the inspector, the coroner and the prosecutor all colluded together... ...to cast an innocent Japanese man as a mass murderer and send him to his death!
Van Zieks:
That's outrageous!
Kazuma:
And now, ten years later, for some reason the secret has been threatened and needs protecting. Which is why the inspector and the coroner had to be silenced...isn't it? By someone in power in Japan and in Britain...using the two killers recruited for the assassin exchange!
Stronghart:
Order! Order at once!
Kazuma:
Ten years ago, my father was convicted in this very courtroom as a mass murderer...to be sentenced to death. But it was all a sham! And I swore to myself that I'd prove it. Which is why I HAD to come to Britain... whatever the cost!
Van Zieks:
You'll have to forgive me if I feel compelled to toast this vengeful Nipponese's tenacity of purpose here. However... ...he who fails to quash his emotions in the courtroom... has failed as a lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
Come on, Kazuma! You know this won't wash! You're claiming your father was misrepresented in a trial that took place a whole decade ago! You must see that without evidence, that's nothing more than a wild accusation!
Kazuma:
As it happens...I have evidence.
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?!
Kazuma:
As the court has heard, I crossed the Channel to France with Gregson on the 31st. I went with him on the pretext of being the assassin recruited to kill Seishiro Jigoku. But my true intentions...were to make the inspector tell me the truth.
Van Zieks:
What truth?
Kazuma:
The truth about the evidence. And he acknowledged what I'd already deduced: There's a closely guarded secret about what went on in that autopsy ten years ago.
Van Zieks:
What? A secret? ...I know nothing of any secret!
Kazuma:
While we waited for my supposed 'mark' in Jigoku's cabin... ...I drew my clan's illustrious sword, Karuma, before the inspector's eyes. He very quickly understood what my true motive was.
Gregson:
Right, I see... You're that Asogi's young lad, are you? And what? You're gonna cut me down with that thing, is that it?
Kazuma:
That will very much depend on the answers you give to my questions. I want to know what really happened ten years ago. The truth. That's all.
Gregson:
......... Before we get into it, let me make one thing clear: I still believe your father was the Professor. There's no doubt in my mind. But unfortunately back then...we didn't have the evidence we needed to make the crime stick.
Kazuma:
So...you admit it then? The evidence used in my father's trial was fabricated?!
Gregson:
......... It was for the good o' the country. Anyway...I was just followin' orders.
Kazuma:
Orders? What exactly did you do? ...Speak!
Gregson:
I'm not sayin' another word.
Kazuma:
Even if your life depends on it?
Gregson:
That's right. Even then.
*Shing!*
Ryunosuke:
So that's when the tip of the sword broke...
Susato:
Oh, Kazuma-sama...
Kazuma:
If the results of Klint van Zieks's autopsy were fabricated... ...then the investigating officer, Gregson, and the lead coroner, Wilson, must have known about it. And they can only have been ordered to pervert the course of justice in that way by one man: The man leading the case for the prosecution, Barok van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
...!
Stronghart:
In other words, the defendant DID have cause to organise this exchange of assassins!
Kazuma:
Exactly. And as was established earlier... ...it has to have been the Reaper himself who liaised with Jigoku in Japan to arrange the exchange.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Kazuma:
So it follows that the Reaper's true identity... ...can only be that of the man who stands accused in this courtroom today, Barok van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Kazuma Asogi...
Kazuma:
...What?
Van Zieks:
What you've just told the court... Are you absolutely certain of your facts? Did Gregson really fabricate evidence for that trial ten years ago?
Kazuma:
I heard it with my own ears. His shameful admission.
Van Zieks:
......... In that case...I know... ...the name of the Reaper.
Kazuma:
Wha...What?
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
I gave no such orders. I know that for certain. Which narrows down the remaining possibilities...to one!
Ryunosuke:
(If Lord van Zieks isn't the one behind all this... ...then yes, there is only one other person who could have done something like that.) I believe I know who it is, too.
Kazuma:
You...?!
Ryunosuke:
(I just had a feeling this name was going to come up...) The true identity of the infamous Reaper of the Bailey is...
Present Mael Stronghart profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The only person who could have arranged the assassin exchange and manipulated the autopsy results..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
......... (It's really palpable now... That overwhelming pressure that's making it almost impossible to speak before this gargantuan foe... But I can't back away now. There's no time!)
Stronghart:
What's the matter, Counsel? I take exception at the look you're giving me.
Ryunosuke:
I was...just gathering my thoughts. I'm ready to voice the defence's opinion now.
Stronghart:
......... Very well. But before you do...a penalty for time-wasting.
Ryunosuke:
Uuugh...
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke...
Stronghart:
Counsel for the Defence, reveal your belief about the identity of the Reaper... ...if you have the courage and resolve to utter the name, that is.
Leads back to:
"I just had a feeling this name was going to come up..."
Ryunosuke:
The only person who could have arranged the assassin exchange and manipulated the autopsy results... ...is the Lord Chief Justice himself... ...Lord Mael Stronghart!
Kazuma:
Wha...?! Lord...Stronghart...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's true that ten years ago, the defendant handled the prosecution of the Professor in court. But he only took over the case after his brother, Lord Klint van Zieks, had been killed.
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
......... I can only assume that this is the most inappropriate joke in British judicial history.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
...Ten years ago...I was very new to my profession. But I had a burning desire to avenge my brother's death, so I pleaded for control of the case.
Kazuma:
.........
Van Zieks:
The investigation to that point... The supplication of the Lords to allow my brother's corpse to be examined... All the evidence I was given... The autopsy reports... It all came...from you.
Stronghart:
.........
Van Zieks:
I've spent my life since then believing I was in your debt for the way you stood aside and let me handle the trial. But I see now... ...I was very much mistaken.
Ryunosuke:
It was a hugely influential force that caused the inspector and the coroner to break the law ten years ago. And that same force was still felt a decade later on the other side of the world...by Seishiro Jigoku. Lord Stronghart! Everything falls into place when we recognise that you... are the Reaper of the Bailey!
Stronghart:
.........
Van Zieks:
The court awaits your response...My Lord. This may very well go down in British judicial history, but I assure you...it is no joke. Consider this a formal accusal by the defence!
Stronghart:
......... It doesn't warrant a response.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
A formal accusal? Don't be absurd. The defence's claims are utter nonsense. A wild fantasy at best.
Ryunosuke:
...You're not going to defend yourself?
Stronghart:
You claim there was some wrongdoing with Lord Klint van Zieks's autopsy? That's utterly untrue.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
But I heard it from Gregson's own lips! He admitted to it!
Stronghart:
...And where is your evidence?
Kazuma:
What?!
Stronghart:
Gregson's dead now. Unless you were thinking of summoning a ghost to the stand?
Kazuma:
You, you mean to say...?
Stronghart:
I forget how the system works in your little backwater country... ...but in the courts of the British Empire, without evidence, there is no case. I have no intention of entertaining some wild fantasy that can't possibly be substantiated by anyone or anything!
Kazuma:
AAAAAAAAARGH!
Stronghart:
Order! Order in court! Following Inspector Gregson's murder and in the light of Dr Wilson's death as well... ...there's really no one left who could testify about the events of ten years ago...is there?
Van Zieks:
So that was the real purpose of the assassin exchange...
Stronghart:
This court has no business raking over the coals of a case that was concluded a decade ago. The accusal brought by the prosecution and the defence is categorically denied. I take it there are no objections?
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma... He's more or less waited his whole life for this moment. Is there really nothing else we can do now? Is there no other avenue we can go down in pursuit of the truth about what happened all those years ago...? If only there was someone who could testify about Klint van Zieks's autopsy)
There's no one left
Ryunosuke:
(He's gone to extraordinary lengths to cover his tracks. Even so far as dispatching an assassin all the way to Japan to ensure Dr Wilson's silence. And Dr Sithe won't say anything against Stronghart...) .........
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke, please!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm sorry, Kazuma...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...isn't there someone rather important whom you've overlooked?
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Stronghart:
Your silence is beautifully eloquent. I take it we've reached the end of this debate, then. Let the matter be closed...for good!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Actually, there is one person..."
There is someone
Ryunosuke:
(He's gone to extraordinary lengths to cover his tracks. Even so far as dispatching an assassin all the way to Japan to ensure Dr Wilson's silence. And Dr Sithe won't say anything against Stronghart... But...there's still one ray of hope!)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Actually, there is one person..."
Ryunosuke:
Actually, there is one person... One person...who could still testify about that autopsy!
Stronghart:
Don't be ridiculous. There's no one left!
Kazuma:
Who, Ryunosuke, who? Tell me!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma, I...
Kazuma:
Please! This trial can't end! Not yet!
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for the truth.
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
The person the defence would like to call to the stand to testify about the autopsy of Lord Klint van Zieks is...
Present Yujin Mikotoba profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Heaven help us."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Stronghart:
Denied.
Ryunosuke:
What?! I want to know why!
Stronghart:
......... And I want to know why you're proposing to call such a witness with that look of utter desperation on your face.
Kazuma:
In other words, you're wide of the mark, Ryunosuke. Very wide.
Ryunosuke:
(Thanks. Don't spare my feelings or anything...)
Stronghart:
Given the contemptible allegations you're making, Counsel, I won't be letting that blunder pass unpunished.
Ryunosuke:
Uuugh...
Susato:
There was somebody else present at the autopsy, Mr Naruhodo. Surely you haven't forgotten?
Ryunosuke:
No, I...I know. I'll get it right this time!
Leads back to:
"The person the defence would like to call to the stand to testify about the autopsy of Lord Klint van Zieks is..."
Stronghart:
Heaven help us. Another Japanese?
Ryunosuke:
An expert in forensic medicine, My Lord. Professor Yujin Mikotoba. Sixteen years ago... ...he came to London with Seishiro Jigoku and Genshin Asogi as a visiting student.
Stronghart:
And what could his testimony possibly tell us?
Susato:
Professor Mikotoba was the primary assistant during the autopsy in question. He was also the person who actually penned the report!
Stronghart:
Incorrect. The autopsy was carried out by the coroner, Dr Wilson. The report carries his signature.
Susato:
It was the primary assistant's duty to keep a written record of the coroner's work during the procedure. In actual fact, the coroner merely read over the report at the end and signed it.
Ryunosuke:
In other words, Professor Mikotoba witnessed the entire autopsy from start to finish. The defence demands that Professor Mikotoba be summoned as a witness as a matter of urgency! Whatever really happened in that autopsy laboratory ten years ago...is something only he can tell us!
Stronghart:
The defence's demand is denied.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
But Professor Mikotoba is in London at this very moment! We could summon him to the stand in minutes!
Ryunosuke:
(No, of course he's not going to agree to it. Stronghart has no intention of summoning anyone who knows. He's too concerned about protecting himself!)
Stronghart:
Prosecutor Asogi, let me refresh your memory, as you seem to have forgotten the prosecution's stance: Only minutes ago, you accused the defendant of being the Reaper and of masterminding the assassin exchange.
Kazuma:
I, I did, yes...
Stronghart:
So present your evidence for those claims and make your case complete!
Kazuma:
I...I... At this time, I don't have the requisite evidence. But that's exactly why we need witness testimony!
Stronghart:
The Professor case is closed. There are no clues in the distant past that will bolster your argument today. I'm afraid to say, Prosecutor Asogi... ...that you would appear to be possessed by the spirit of your late homicidal father.
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
Now, as I stated earlier, this court has already reached a conclusion with respect to the matter at hand. Inspector Gregson was murdered by Japanese Supreme Court Judge Seishiro Jigoku. As for any hidden circumstances that may exist, they will be investigated in due course by the proper authorities.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But we all know what will happen! That'll just give the mastermind of the whole venture time to cover his tracks again!
Stronghart:
By which you mean me?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
Your punishment for this contemptible behaviour will be decided at a later date. As for you, Prosecutor Asogi... ...you will be remanded following these proceedings. Willingly, I trust...since you gave your word.
Kazuma:
Argh!
Stronghart:
This futile game of revenge is over...young Master Asogi.
Kazuma:
Grrr... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Stronghart:
That will be all! I hereby declare this trial to be over. Court is-
???:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
M...Mr Sholmes!
Stronghart:
This is no place for amateur detection, Mr Sholmes. May I remind you that these proceedings are closed to the general public. You will leave the courtroom at once!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes was instrumental in the apprehension of Seishiro Jigoku before he fled from Europe. The court should hear what he has to say!
Stronghart:
.........
Sholmes:
Lord Mael Stronghart... ...it's imperative that you refrain from bringing this trial to an end at this stage.
Stronghart:
Is it really? And why would that be?
Sholmes:
You need only recall your own words from the opening of the trial to answer that question. If I may... 'We will stop at nothing to uncover the whole truth behind these disturbing findings!' Surely it can't be... ...that the shock of being accused of being the Reaper yourself has erased that from your memory...can it?
Stronghart:
The whole truth, sir, has already been uncovered!
Sholmes:
......... It would seem that we have a great many important members of the judiciary present here today. I put it to you, my dear fellows...should the trial end at this juncture? After all, why have you been invited to attend? To nod along to the prevarications of your superiors?
Stronghart:
Order! Order in court!
Sholmes:
It seems to me that we stand before a door that leads to a new era of legal practices. A door that is ajar. Let us emerge from the shadows of the Reaper's decade-long ascendancy. For you and you alone, my dear fellows, have the power to push this door open now!
Stronghart:
The auditors in the gallery have no rights to express an opinion on court proceedings! Silence!
He's right. The judge has absolute authority here.Yes, if he calls the trial to an end, it must end!But will that really do?I sense dark things occurring behind the scenes... Dark things indeed...Is there a single person here present who can honestly say he doesn't sense the same?
Ryunosuke:
What... What's...?
The trial should go on! Summon the witness!
That's right! We need to clear this up before that young Japanese fellow is remanded in custody!
Kazuma:
...!
My Lord! You assured those present that you would uncover the whole truth here!
Vindicate yourself of this outlandish accusation!The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth! That's the very foundation of British law!
Van Zieks:
A toast...to my dependable colleagues in the gallery!
On with the trial! On with the trial!
Testify! Testify! Testify!
Sholmes:
Well, My Lord? You hear the voice of British justice, I take it? I think you'll find it will be rather awkward to silence.
Stronghart:
.........
The court will recess briefly.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
I have no intention of shrinking from these allegations.
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
Bailiff! Arrange for the subpoena of the witness at once! As soon as the gentleman arrives at the courthouse, we shall reconvene.
Sholmes:
A recess won't be necessary, My Lord.
Stronghart:
Pardon?
Sholmes:
Mikotoba is a close friend of mine. He accompanied me today and is waiting in the antechamber as we speak. I do believe he's been enjoying a little trip down memory lane, in fact.
Kazuma:
What?! Professor Mikotoba is here in the courthouse?!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, you... You didn't know this would happen, did you?!
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, no one is in a better position to answer that question than you, surely.
Ryunosuke:
(I wasn't just asking for the fun of it, you know.)
Stronghart:
Well, I must thank you for your assistance in this matter... Mr Sholmes. However... ...you are of no further use here. Kindly leave the courtroom at once.
Sholmes:
But of course. In truth, I find myself rather busy now as a result of these developments. Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! ...Yes?
Sholmes:
I trust you have Iris's little lucky charm with you?
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely! It's still in my pocket.
Sholmes:
She sends her regards, and a reminder: If you find yourself at a dead end, the ears are at your disposal. ...Just one tug, if you please.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...of course!
Stronghart:
In that case, the trial will continue without delay. Bailiff! Show the witness to the stand!
Ryunosuke:
(So it's Lord Stronghart... He's the Reaper of the Bailey. Where exactly is this trial going to take me, I wonder? Just how deep am I about to be plunged into the blackness of the abyss? Well...I'm ready. I'm ready to head into the heart of this maelstrom and confront whatever horrors it tries to drown me under!)
To be continued...
Kazuma:
So, witness...please state your name and occupation for the court.
Mikotoba:
Yujin Mikotoba, lecturer in forensic medicine at the Imperial Yumei University in Tokyo, Japan.
Gorey:
.........
Kazuma:
And...Professor Mikotoba, the young lady beside you is...?
Mikotoba:
Ah, this is Dr Maria Gorey. Scotland Yard's practising coroner. The daughter of Dr Sithe, I understand.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, Dr Sithe...)
Mikotoba:
I'm afraid I can't tell you why she's here. She just...appeared.
Gorey:
......... You summon this strange Japanese man as a witness to that autopsy... ...but you don't summon Mama. That makes no sense. She was there too.
Mikotoba:
...That's about the size of it. I've had her eyes boring into the side of my cheek constantly. Whilst I was in the antechamber, too.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor man. The idea of it's making ME shudder...)
Stronghart:
The revelations about Dr Sithe that came to light some days ago defiled the reputation of the entire judiciary. She was therefore deemed unfit to appear as a witness in today's proceedings. The Ministry of Justice's decision on that is final.
Van Zieks:
Well, we wouldn't want any more perjury to be committed, would we?
Gorey:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(The Ministry of Justice? Some questionable strings are being pulled, I think...)
Stronghart:
I remember you...Dr Mikotoba. But I certainly never expected to be meeting you under these circumstances.
Mikotoba:
Yes, it's been a long while, Lord Stronghart.
Kazuma:
The prosecution understands that you were a visiting student of forensic science in London until ten years ago.
Mikotoba:
That's right. I studied under Dr Wilson at St Synner's.
Van Zieks:
So you were present at the autopsy of my brother, Lord Klint van Zieks?
Mikotoba:
I was, yes. I assisted Dr Wilson with the entire procedure.
Gorey:
...Tsk. Mama is far more skilled than any Japanese man.
Mikotoba:
Well, Dr Wilson asked me to be his primary assistant on that occasion.
Ryunosuke:
And this autopsy report was actually penned by you, I believe?
Mikotoba:
Yes. I noted all of the doctor's findings and when we were done, he read through the document and signed it.
Gorey:
Poor Mama... As secondary assistant, she wouldn't have had such a good view of all the innards.
Kazuma:
So, Professor...do you remember Inspector Gregson?
Mikotoba:
Yes, of course. If it wasn't for his insistence, Lord van Zieks's autopsy would never have happened. But he was absolutely convinced that it would reveal decisive evidence against Genshin, you see. So Lord Stronghart had to entreat the nobility to allow it to take place. Do correct me if I'm wrong, My Lord.
Stronghart:
...It was a result of that autopsy that a mass murderer was apprehended and justice was done.
Kazuma:
But Gregson admitted it before he was killed! He admitted that the results of the autopsy were fabricated!
Mikotoba:
.........
Kazuma:
You were there at the time. So you must testify! You have an obligation to tell the truth about what really went on!
Mikotoba:
Absolutely. That's precisely why I'm here.
Gorey:
And that's why I'm here, too!
Stronghart:
Very well, then. You will give your formal testimony now, witness. But before you begin, a word of warning:
Mikotoba:
...Oh?
Stronghart:
You will state truthfully and accurately what you saw and what you heard at the time.
Mikotoba:
...I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise, My Lord.
Stronghart:
The moment your testimony verges on supposition, I will expel you from my courtroom. Remember that.
Mikotoba:
.........
Witness Testimony
- The Autopsy of Klint van Zieks -
Mikotoba:
From my own observations, I couldn't say there was any indication of the autopsy results having been fabricated.
Death resulted from a wound made by a Western-style sword transfixing the heart. That I found a little strange.
Gorey:
There were no other signs of internal injury. Nothing questionable at all.
It was just that beautiful but dangerous piece of evidence removed from the man's stomach.
Van Zieks:
Presumed to have been swallowed by the victim as a way of posthumously identifying his assailant.
Kazuma:
No indication...? NOTHING to suggest fabrication?!
Ryunosuke:
Professor Mikotoba! Are you certain about that?
Mikotoba:
Well, nothing that I could positively identify as such, much less swear to in testimony.
Kazuma:
Agh!
Stronghart:
Heh heh heh... Hah hah hah hah hah hah haaah! Well, that clears things up nicely! The only fabrication here, Asogi...has come from you.
Kazuma:
What?!
Stronghart:
You claim the inspector confessed just before his death. But that...THAT is the fabrication!
Kazuma:
No! He freely acknowledged it! I swear he did!
Stronghart:
Freely? With the tip of a sword at his throat? The man was clearly at his wits' end.
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
The court will give no credence to this 'confession' that was uttered in obvious desperation. Quite simply, there was nothing questionable about the investigation of Lord Klint van Zieks's death. And with this testimony we have, without question, uncovered the whole truth of the matter!
Mikotoba:
If I may, My Lord... ...there was most certainly something questionable about it. And the whole truth does rather elude us, I feel.
Stronghart:
I beg your pardon.
Mikotoba:
Well, you're obviously aware of the facts of the case. All four of the Professor's previous victims... ...died when an enormous beast was set upon them that ripped out their throats.
Susato:
Oh, such horrifying crimes...
Mikotoba:
But curiously, the killer's last victim, Lord Klint van Zieks, suffered a different fate.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right...
Susato:
He was stabbed through the heart with a sword...
Stronghart:
That's enough.
Mikotoba:
...!
Stronghart:
I believe I warned you about this, witness. I promised to curtail your testimony as soon as it entered the realms of supposition or speculation.
Mikotoba:
Hmph.
Ryunosuke:
Very well, My Lord. In that case the defence will pursue a conclusion to this during the cross-examination.
Stronghart:
What?
Ryunosuke:
I have the right to cross-examine every witness after testimony. And I fully intend to exercise that right!
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke...
Susato:
I'm afraid that even the presiding judge... ...has no authority to contravene the letter of the law. As I'm sure every member of the judiciary present in the gallery would agree!
Stronghart:
...Hmph! Very well. You may begin, Counsel. However, the moment your argument strays from the established facts... ...I will not hesitate to bring the cross-examination to an end. Proceed with caution.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Autopsy of Klint van Zieks -
Mikotoba:
From my own observations, I couldn't say there was any indication of the autopsy results having been fabricated.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You, you couldn't say?
Mikotoba:
No, sadly not.
Kazuma:
But then you couldn't say there wasn't any indication, either...could you?
Mikotoba:
......... No, true, I couldn't. I was at Dr Wilson's side as he performed the procedure, recording what he did. But at times of course, he instructed me to fetch implements and suchlike. Whilst I was away from the operating table, obviously I could have missed something.
Ryunosuke:
And at those times, what was the secondary assistant doing?
Gorey:
...Following this Japanese man's orders to adjust the lighting or pass him implements. But that doesn't mean Mama wasn't a vital part of the team!
Mikotoba:
Q-Quite, yes. So would you kindly refrain from starting at my cheek like that?
Kazuma:
Professor Mikotoba, think! Was there nothing at all that seemed out of place to you?
Mikotoba:
Well...yes, there was, as a matter of fact.
Mikotoba:
Death resulted from a wound made by a Western-style sword transfixing the heart. That I found a little strange.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
In all of the previous four killings attributed to the Professor... ...the victims were killed by an enormous dog, I believe? Their throats were, well...mauled?
Mikotoba:
Correct. And yet Lord van Zieks was stabbed.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Do, do you mean to say... ...you think Lord Klint van Zieks may not in fact have been one of the Professor's victims?!
Stronghart:
There is no basis on which to doubt the findings of the investigations carried out at the time.
Ryunosuke:
But...
Stronghart:
Genshin Asogi confessed to all of his crimes upon his arrest. He admitted to having taken the lives of all five members of the aristocracy.
Kazuma:
Argh!
Mikotoba:
Yet the beast that was used to carry out the killings was never identified. No evidence was found to suggest that Genshin had ever kept a dog.
Van Zieks:
...A true hound of hell.
Kazuma:
.........
Gorey:
There were no other signs of internal injury. Nothing questionable at all.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But, um...you weren't actually present at the autopsy yourself, were you, Dr Gorey?
Gorey:
Does that matter?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I...just wonder how useful your testimony can be in that case, really. I mean, it would be different if your mother, Dr Sithe, were in the stand, but...
Gorey:
I've read all the paperwork about the case! And Mama's told me the story countless times! The statement I just made is exactly what's written in the autopsy report!
Mikotoba:
I did confirm that myself at the time, it's true. Besides the stab wound, there were no other signs of internal trauma.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Gorey:
......... Mama told me all about it.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Gorey:
She said there was nothing of note internally... ...but they did find an amazing piece of evidence. Something unbelievable!
Ryunosuke:
Unbelievable? What do you mean?
Kazuma:
Come on, Dr Gorey! What was it?
Gorey:
.........
Present Mr Asogi's Ring
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The court has heard that the ring was extracted from the victim's stomach."
Gorey:
It was just that beautiful but dangerous piece of evidence removed from the man's stomach.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What exactly was it, though? What does 'beautiful but dangerous' mean?
Gorey:
Well... ...it was sparkly and round, with a hole...as if it might slip over a finger perhaps.
Mikotoba:
It was a ring. Belonging to Genshin Asogi.
Kazuma:
M-My father's ring...was inside the victim's stomach?!
Mikotoba:
At the time, Genshin wore a large ring on the digitus quartus of his left hand - the fourth or 'ring' finger. I'd understood it was some sort of keepsake.
Kazuma:
When my father left Japan for London sixteen years ago, I was eight years old. But I remember that ring.
Ryunosuke:
You do?
Kazuma:
My father's possessions were sent to our family home in Japan after his death, but the ring wasn't among them.
Stronghart:
Obviously not. It was a key piece of evidence. It remains under lock and key in the stores at Scotland Yard to this day.
Mikotoba:
After the autopsy, Genshin was summoned by the police to check for the presence of his ring. It wasn't on his hand of course. Moreover...there were deep abrasions on his finger where it had been pulled off.
Van Zieks:
.........
Mikotoba:
...They arrested the man there and then, right before my eyes.
Kazuma:
How could they?!
Gorey:
I brought the ring along with me today.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Gorey:
Here it is. A bit dusty from years in the stores.
Mikotoba:
Good gracious! Yes, that's it. I haven't seen that in ten long years...
Kazuma:
And...that was found inside the victim's stomach?
Mikotoba:
......... I... Yes, I'm afraid so.
Ryunosuke:
You hesitated there, Professor Mikotoba. ...Should we read something into that?
Mikotoba:
Ah, well... It's just that thinking back now... ...I didn't actually witness the moment it was extracted from the victim's body.
Susato:
Oh my! Really?
Mikotoba:
At that precise moment, Dr Wilson had asked me to fetch him a new scalpel, you see.
Stronghart:
Dr Gorey... ...the removal of historic evidence from the stores requires my consent, does it not?
Gorey:
.........
Ryunosuke:
However it came to be here, the court cannot deny that this is crucial evidence for today's proceedings.
Stronghart:
......... Very well, you may submit it.
Mr Asogi's ring has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
It's not the sort of ring normally seen in Japan. (They almost look like claws protecting that jewel...)
Susato:
We must examine it very carefully, Mr Naruhodo. Very carefully indeed!
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
By beautiful and dangerous evidence, you mean this large ring, obviously.
Gorey:
That's right. Pulled from the victim's stomach once it had been sliced open nicely.
Van Zieks:
It was my brother's final move before he perished. An ingenious one, to leave us a clue by which to identify his killer.
Mikotoba:
He must have ripped the ring from Genshin's finger with his teeth... ...before swallowing it to keep it from being retrieved. ...That was the prevailing hypothesis at the time.
Ryunosuke:
W-With his teeth?!
Van Zieks:
On his arrest, Genshin Asogi's ring finger on his left hand was found to be badly wounded. ...Evidence of my brother's final struggle against the man.
Ryunosuke:
All for this ring...?
Examine evidence
Mr Asogi's Ring
Claws or jewel
Ryunosuke:
These fat claws are doing a good job of protecting the equally fat gemstone in the middle of this ring. 
Susato:
Yes, if you were clumsy, you could give yourself a rather nasty cut on them, I should think.
Ryunosuke:
Ow! Now my finger's bleeding! The claws really are sharp.
Susato:
Oh my! That was very quick clumsiness, Mr Naruhodo, even for you.
Ryunosuke:
Uuugh... Who would make such a dangerous ring?! (You couldn't swallow it without doing yourself some fairly serious damage, surely...)
Susato:
A sticky mochi bun of about that size would go down much better. With some red bean paste in the middle!
Ryunosuke:
...Someone as clumsy as me would probably manage to choke on it somehow.
Van Zieks:
Presumed to have been swallowed by the victim as a way of posthumously identifying his assailant.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And that was the decisive piece of evidence that led to Genshin Asogi's arrest?
Van Zieks:
Correct.
Stronghart:
After further investigations by Scotland Yard, the man admitted to his crimes.
Kazuma:
That's a lie! My father was no killer! Barok van Zieks! It was you! You twisted the truth to suit your purposes!
Van Zieks:
Your hatred of me doesn't change the facts that were established ten years ago.
Kazuma:
...!
Van Zieks:
My brother Klint had closed in on the Professor. In the end, he exposed the man and put a stop to his lethal rampage. ...In the way only a man of my brother's calibre could.
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(That's everything...is it?)
Susato:
Poor Father. He looks so troubled.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps because ten years ago...something happened that's been weighing on his mind.
Susato:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
'I couldn't say' were his words. That phrasing was very deliberate, I'm sure!
Susato:
I wonder if he's had his suspicions all these years.
Ryunosuke:
If that's the case, we need to use this cross-examination to prove what really happened... ...and remove any trace of doubt.
Susato:
If we could establish that Kazuma-sama's claim of fabricated evidence was true...
Ryunosuke:
We can't shy away from this now. Even if what we might uncover could lead to total calamity.
Susato:
Don't worry, Mr Naruhodo. I'll be right beside you, whatever may happen!
Ryunosuke:
The court has heard that the ring was extracted from the victim's stomach. But you didn't actually see it being removed, did you, Professor Mikotoba?
Mikotoba:
That's right. As I said in my testimony before... ...at that moment, I was fetching a replacement scalpel that Dr Wilson had requested.
Ryunosuke:
In other words, you can neither confirm nor deny... ...whether this ring in fact really came from the victim's stomach or not.
Stronghart:
What are you suggesting, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
That the ring was never in the victim's stomach to begin with! It's entirely feasible that Dr Wilson fabricated that detail about the autopsy!
Kazuma:
What are you saying?! That Dr Wilson...
Ryunosuke:
That Dr Wilson was in possession of the ring in advance, after it was somehow stolen from Mr Asogi... ...and he produced it during the procedure, pretending to have found it there and then in the victim's stomach.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Supposition at best! What possible evidence do you have to support such a rash claim?!
Ryunosuke:
This evidence...right here.
Kazuma:
That's the autopsy report!
Stronghart:
It's explicit in that report, Counsel. Other than the ring, nothing unusual was noted internally. So I'm not sure how you intend to prove your point.
Ryunosuke:
You've already done it for me, My Lord. The lack of internal injury says it all.
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
To swallow a ring of this size would require considerable effort and determination. And in addition to its size, there are the sharp claws around the gemstone to contend with.
Van Zieks:
My brother was a determined man. And on the brink of death, even more so, I'm sure. He would have stopped at nothing to ensure that evil killer was brought to justice.
Ryunosuke:
But if he really had swallowed that enormous ring... ...it's inconceivable that no traces of its passage down his throat would have remained as internal trauma!
Van Zieks:
No!
Mikotoba:
......... And there you've arrived at the sticking point. That's precisely why I had my doubts about the findings myself ten years ago.
Kazuma:
Then why didn't you say something at the time?!
Mikotoba:
I did. I still remember the conversation I had with Dr Wilson in the laboratory that day.
Wilson:
Look at this! Now this is a very curious thing to find in a man's stomach, wouldn't you say?
Mikotoba:
But...isn't that rather peculiar, Dr Wilson?
Wilson:
What's that now, Mikotoba?
Mikotoba:
Well, if he swallowed a ring of that size, with those sharp metal claws that it has... ...surely you'd expect to see damage to the throat and oesophagus? Torn mucous membranes at the very least.
Wilson:
.......... Doctor Mikotoba, may I remind you... ...that I have vastly more experience than you.
Mikotoba:
I'm, I'm terribly sorry.
Wilson:
I can think of plenty of ways to explain why no injuries would be seen. No, let's say this: 'The victim would appear to have ingested the item as evidence to identify his assailant.' Go ahead! Write it down!
Kazuma:
So I was right! Dr Wilson deliberately fabricated the results of the autopsy to implicate my father!
Stronghart:
I'm disappointed, Counsel. That argument is nothing more than speculation.
Kazuma:
What?!
Stronghart:
Dr Wilson was Britain's leading authority on forensic science and autopsy work. There is no scientific basis on which to doubt the man's expert opinion.
Mikotoba:
Pardon the interruption, My Lord, but... ...damage to the mucous membranes of the throat is easily identified even in living subjects.
Gorey:
Using a device called an 'endoscope', recently demonstrated in practical use in France. I want one! ...The government can pay.
Stronghart:
I don't think so! And Dr Gorey... ...rest assured that your removal of evidence from the stores without permission will not go unpunished.
Gorey:
......... We open up the dead to find the truth.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
I beg your pardon?
Gorey:
But Mama... She chose to stitch her corpses up...with all her secrets inside... ......... That's wrong.
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Dr Gorey... (It's looking as though... ...she's chosen to walk a different path to her 'mama'.)
Van Zieks:
Yes...the ring.
Kazuma:
What about the ring?
Van Zieks:
I've just remembered something. An earlier incident.
Ryunosuke:
What incident?
Van Zieks:
The one I recounted to you before. About a memory I have... ...of Genshin Asogi saving my life.
Kazuma:
What?! My, my father...saved YOUR life?
Van Zieks:
It was ten years ago, on a foggy night. Genshin and I were walking down some back streets at a late hour. All of a sudden...
Don't make a peep! You're comin' with us!
Van Zieks:
All of our assailants were armed with pistols, their faces obscured by scarves.
*Bang!*
Van Zieks:
The next thing I knew, there was silence all around. Genshin lay on the cobbled street. Blood was seeping from his left hand. He'd shielded me.
Van Zieks:
It was on the ring finger of his left hand that he used to wear that ring.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Are, are you saying...?
Van Zieks:
I've always believed those thugs were after me. But now I'm starting to question if perhaps I wasn't the intended target after all...
Kazuma:
W-Wait, but...
Van Zieks:
Genshin was arrested two days after that attack. And in that short interval, the decisive evidence needed to indict him was miraculously found.
Ryunosuke:
You mean...the ring was stolen from him?! You think that's what those thugs were after that night?
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
......... You... You pathetic coward... You expect me to believe that you weren't involved?
Van Zieks:
What do you mean by that?
Kazuma:
It was you, wasn't it? You're the one who took it. You stole my father's ring! You set the whole thing up so you could paint him as a mass murderer and have him arrest-
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma... ...open your eyes.
Kazuma:
R-Ryunosuke?
Ryunosuke:
You must know deep down... The truth can be completely obscured even when your judgement is only slightly clouded. But at the moment...you seem to be floundering through a dense fog.
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Is that why you were so insistent I should be present in this trial? To see you like this?
Kazuma:
.........
Stronghart:
Heh heh heh... Well, this is an amusing spectacle. What a grandiose expression on your face! As if you were Lady Justice herself.
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
It seems that you've thoroughly convinced yourself of this alleged fabrication of the autopsy results. So much so that you're apparently blind to the blatant contradiction that would be born out of it.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Stronghart:
Though it's extremely hard to believe, let us imagine that there was some misconduct during the autopsy. If that were the case...why would Asogi not have disputed the findings in his trial?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
In the closed court hearing ten years ago, the defendant never once denied the claims against him. ...Isn't that right, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
......... Yes, that is indeed correct. Upon hearing the verdict of 'guilty', he merely closed his eyes, quietly accepting the judgement. The actions of a man who has accepted responsibility for his deeds and is resigned to his fate.
Ryunosuke:
But, but then...
Susato:
Oh my... That is very strange. If Mr Asogi did nothing to oppose the charges against him, then... ...that would surely mean there was no fabricated evidence!
Stronghart:
An obvious conclusion at which you should have arrived many minutes ago...Prosecutor Asogi. Your twisted loyalty and clouded judgement are hampering your ability for logical thought.
Kazuma:
Argh!
Stronghart:
Genshin Asogi's silence at his hearing can mean only one thing: There was no fabrication of evidence during the autopsy of his final victim ten years ago!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (But if that autopsy was all above board... ...there'll be nothing to stop Lord Stronghart bringing this trial to an immediate conclusion!)
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Thank you, Ryunosuke. If it wasn't for your frank words just now... ...this trial may very well have ended prematurely.
Ryunosuke:
K-Kazuma...?
Stronghart:
What's this latest absurdity, Counsel?
Kazuma:
My Lord... ...your reasoning is perfectly sound...but for one, giant hole!
Stronghart:
I beg your pardon?
Kazuma:
You claim my father's silence was due to the fact that there was no fabricated evidence. But there's another possible explanation. You've overlooked the possibility that he had a reason for maintaining that silence!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Silence that would lead to him being convicted and sent to his death? If the autopsy results were an invention, there's no conceivable reason why the man wouldn't have protested!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Oh, those results were an invention alright. There's no question of that. Or are you forgetting that two people with a connection to that autopsy have been assassinated?
Van Zieks:
...!
Kazuma:
If I force the grievances I feel from my mind...I start to see you in a very different light. I think perhaps it's you who's been living in delusion these ten years.
Van Zieks:
M...Me...?
Susato:
Kazuma-sama has created one last chance for us here, Mr Naruhodo. If we can only show there was a reason for his father's silence in his trial...
Ryunosuke:
(A reason why the man would have said nothing even though he was innocent... Could it have been part of some negotiation, perhaps?)
Stronghart:
Enough rhetoric! The court must be shown evidence. What proof do you have that could possibly explain Asogi's silence in court?
Present Dismissal Notice
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"It's true that Genshin Asogi's silence during his trial resulted in his conviction..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This is the defence's answer to that question!
Stronghart:
As I indicated before, my patience for rhetoric is growing thin.
Ryunosuke:
(You could've at least accompanied that penalty with an explanation of why that answer was wrong...)
Susato:
If Kazuma-sama's father knew that the evidence being used to convict him was fabricated... ...why would he have said nothing in his trial?
Ryunosuke:
If it were me, I'd have protested my innocence until I was blue in the face.
Susato:
So if we're right about the autopsy results, there must have been a strong reason for his silence.
Ryunosuke:
Well then...perhaps... ...he was saying nothing in exchange for some sort of clemency? Ah! (That could be it!) My Lord! The defence would like to-
Leads back to:
"Enough rhetoric! The court must be shown evidence."
Ryunosuke:
It's true that Genshin Asogi's silence during his trial resulted in his conviction... ...but that didn't actually lead to his execution. On the contrary... ...it led to his escape. An escape that was only possible because he'd been sentenced to death.
Kazuma:
Although I find it hard to believe my father would have negotiated in that way...the defence is correct. A fake execution, falsification of a death certificate and a jailbreak inside a coffin... Clearly such an elaborate plan couldn't have been carried out by my father alone.
Van Zieks:
He must have had the help of a collaborator from the judiciary.
Ryunosuke:
I have here the dismissal notice of the chief warder who was working in the prison at the time. The notes read: 'There are indications that the jailbreak was in planning prior to the inmate's incarceration.' In other words... ...there were suggestions of some sort of negotiation between Mr Asogi and the British government!
Stronghart:
.........
Kazuma:
In exchange for his silence in court, he was given an assurance that he would be broken out of prison... Yes, with that sort of clandestine agreement in place, I can imagine he would have kept very quiet.
Ryunosuke:
I would go further than that, in fact. I would say... ...that the elaborate jailbreak of Mr Asogi can be explained in no other way!
Stronghart:
Order! Order! First fabricated evidence and now a jailbreak conspiracy?
Ryunosuke:
Of course. Because it's all intimately linked.
Kazuma:
The prosecution wishes to summon new witnesses to the stand!
Stronghart:
Witnesses?
Kazuma:
People who can testify about the jailbreak that took place ten years ago.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Governor Caidin...? And the poor chief warder of the prison!
Stronghart:
I won't allow this trial to turn into a farce! To summon the governor of the prison after all these years...
Mikotoba:
Oh, it wouldn't be any trouble, My Lord.
Stronghart:
What?
Susato:
Father...?
Mikotoba:
My dear friend may appear a little rattlepated at times, but I can assure you he is extremely thorough. He wired both Barclay and the local prison earlier... ...asking Governor Caidin and Mr Vigil to attend the Old Bailey as a matter of extreme urgency.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes did that?
Stronghart:
Are, are you telling me that...?
Mikotoba:
Both men are, unless I'm much mistaken... ...waiting just outside the courtroom at this very moment.
Kazuma:
My Lord, you must permit this trial to proceed as you declared at its outset. You promised that we would stop at nothing to uncover the whole truth behind these disturbing findings!
Stronghart:
......... Very well. Bring in the witnesses! Make no mistake: I, too, would like nothing more than to lay this business to rest once and for all!
Kazuma:
Would the new witnesses state their names and occupations for the court, please.
Caidin:
Aye. Barry Caidin, governor of Barclay Prison.
Vigil:
Everyone calls me Gossip. I sell jaunty little titbits to passers-by, you-
Ryunosuke:
Um, your other persona, if you don't mind...
Vigil:
Oh, I do beg your pardon. Of course...
Vigil:
My name is Daley Vigil. I used to be the chief warder at Barclay Prison.
Kazuma:
The reason you've been summoned here to court today... ...is to testify about the jailbreak of the so-called 'Professor' ten years ago.
Caidin:
Losh! The Professor?! We've already been through all this afore. A decade ago! And the conclusion was that there was'nae anythin' untoward happened.
Ryunosuke:
A convict escaped from your prison, Governor. Hardly what you'd call 'nothing untoward'!
Caidin:
Ah...well...
Ryunosuke:
The convict's death certificate was somehow falsified after he was allegedly executed... ...and he escaped the prison inside his own coffin. A plan of that complexity... ...could never have been carried out without the help of somebody of influence inside the prison.
Kazuma:
Governor Caidin, don't imagine that the passage of time will afford you any protection.
Caidin:
...!
Kazuma:
If it turns out that you were involved in the plot to break Mr Asogi out of your prison, then of course... ...the consequences will be very serious. In all likelihood, a capital punishment.
Caidin:
Gads! Hold on there, laddie! All I did was-
Stronghart:
Witness! ...Governor Caidin...
Caidin:
Hm? Ah, aye, SIR!
Stronghart:
You have a critical role to play in the public safety of our country. A great responsibility to shoulder. The significance of your testimony in court cannot be understated. Therefore...think carefully before you speak. And Prosecutor Asogi...if you threaten the witness again, you will be held in contempt of court.
Kazuma:
...! My apologies, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
There's no disputing the fact that an intricate jailbreak plot was enacted ten years ago. Clearly, you were both involved in some way. So you will testify before the court now and explain exactly what took place!
Stronghart:
Very well. Let the witnesses give their formal testimony. Tell the court everything you know of the plot to break Asogi out of Barclay ten years ago!
Witness Testimony
- The Jailbreak Plot -
Caidin:
It was the day that Japanese jock was found guilty. The directive came from the Prosecutor's Office.
I assigned the convict to the chief warder Vigil here, and put the plan into action behind the scenes.
Vigil:
I was responsible for Asogi right up until the night of his execution. But I knew nothing of any plot...
Caidin:
I dinnae ken if there were some negotiations between the convict and the Prosecutor's Office.
All I did was carry oot my duty! For Her Majesty's great British Empire!
Ryunosuke:
A directive from the Prosecutor's Office? Are you saying that was the jailbreak plot?!
Caidin:
...Aye, that's right.
Kazuma:
Who sent it?! Who authorised that plan?!
Caidin:
......... I dinnae ken that.
Kazuma:
You're saying you don't know?!
Caidin:
Listen, there was'nae a thing aboot that Professor case that was'nae unusual in some way. I did'nae ask any questions. I just did what I was told to do. More than that, I could'nae tell ya.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Kazuma:
But if the jailbreak plan originated from the Prosecutor's Office... ...then one thing is very clear: As suspected, there were clandestine dealings going on between Mr Asogi and that office. The jailbreak was promised in exchange for Mr Asogi admitting to crimes he didn't commit!
Stronghart:
That, Counsel, is nothing more than speculation on your part. So...let me ask the defence...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes, My Lord?
Stronghart:
I fail to see how these witnesses have any more pertinent information here. Do you intend to assert your right to a cross-examination?
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely! I have no intention of squandering a single opportunity, My Lord!
Stronghart:
...It seems all you Japanese are fiercely tenacious. Very well. Proceed, Counsel!
Cross-Examination
- The Jailbreak Plot -
Caidin:
It was the day that Japanese jock was found guilty. The directive came from the Prosecutor's Office.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And you say you don't know who actually issued the directive?
Caidin:
Aye, that's right. All I can be sure of, is that it was official.
Kazuma:
But if it was from the Prosecutor's Office, that narrows down who could have issued it straight away.
Van Zieks:
And it wasn't me.
Caidin:
I cannae even say wi' certainty that it did originate from the Prosecutor's Office.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Caidin:
There's no tellin' where it started. There's a fair chance it came from higher up the ladder. Basically... ...I cannae give you any indication of who was behind it.
Ryunosuke:
You can't be serious...
Susato:
All we can say for sure is that the order must have come from somebody in authority, I suppose.
Caidin:
The likes of us on the ground, as it were, dinnae bother wi' idle speculation. We just get the job done.
Caidin:
I assigned the convict to the chief warder Vigil here, and put the plan into action behind the scenes.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So Mr Vigil, you didn't know anything about it at all?
Vigil:
That's right. My only role in the scheme...was as a scapegoat. That's right, isn't it...Governor?
Caidin:
......... Some poor beggar had to take the rap for it.
Vigil:
.........
Kazuma:
Alright then, who else did know about the plan?
Caidin:
I've no the first idea, laddie. My part in the whole business was basically just dealin' wi' the aftermath. But I would'nae be surprised if there were other folk in the prison service who'd been given similar orders.
Ryunosuke:
So you don't know who else was involved...
Caidin:
Aye, that's right. All I can tell ya... ...is that the night it actually happened, the person at the reins...was Dr Stevens.
Ryunosuke:
Dr Courtney Stevens? (Or Dr Sithe, as she's known now...)
Vigil:
Haaah... Why did I have to get caught up in such a terrible business...?
Vigil:
I was responsible for Asogi right up until the night of his execution. But I knew nothing of any plot...
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Did you not notice anything unusual happening in the lead up to that night?
Vigil:
Oh, everything was unusual. Exception after exception. After all, it was the Professor. The man had terrorised the country as never before with his crimes. In order to hide his identity, he was forced to wear an iron mask over his head.
Kazuma:
...Hideous treatment.
Caidin:
The fella was surprisingly docile for someone who'd taken the lives o' five o' the country's nobles.
Vigil:
Being the chief warder, I was the only person permitted to approach his cell. I can still hardly believe that I was duped by my own country.
Ryunosuke:
I believe you jumped from the window of the governor's office when the jailbreak was blamed on you, didn't you?
Caidin:
......... Losh, Vigil... I cannae apologise enough.
Vigil:
No, Governor, I don't believe you can. It won't change what's happened.
Caidin:
.........
Kazuma:
And what else can you tell us about the situation, Governor Caidin?
Caidin:
Haaah...
Caidin:
I dinnae ken if there were some negotiations between the convict and the Prosecutor's Office.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But you've already acknowledged that orders came from the Prosecutor's Office to arrange for the man's escape! There must have been some sort of negotiation! It's the only explanation!
Caidin:
Aye, well, be that as it may. I dinnae ken nothin' aboot that. The witness stand is no place for tellin' what ya don't know for sure. I ken that much, I do.
Kazuma:
Then I presume you also know this: Not telling what you do know is a criminal offence.
Caidin:
...!
Kazuma:
So you were just following orders, is that it? I'm afraid that won't absolve you of guilt here.
Ryunosuke:
A man was still killed illegally, even if he was a condemned criminal. You may very well be found complicit in murder, Governor!
Caidin:
.........
Kazuma:
So that's what it's to be, is it? Even with the threat of conviction, you won't break your silence.
Caidin:
.........
Caidin:
All I did was carry oot my duty! For Her Majesty's great British Empire!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Did you carry out the plan in its entirety?
Caidin:
Aye, I did everythin' I could at the time.
Kazuma:
As you know, Genshin Asogi was shot dead in Lowgate Cemetery after the escape. Tell me...was that part of the plan, too?!
Caidin:
My instructions were to do wi' gettin' the jock oot of the jail an' nothin' more. I cannae tell you anythin' aboot what happened after that. Only... Personally, I believe his death was the last part of the plan.
Pursue Daley Vigil
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil! Is something wrong?
Vigil:
Uuugh...uuuwaaaaaagh! Yes, sir? What can I do for you, sir?
Ryunosuke:
......... (He's saluting now? What is it? Some sort of Barclay convention?) What Governor Caidin was just saying seemed to upset you. Did it bring something to mind, perhaps?
Vigil:
......... For the last ten years, I've completely blotted out the memories of that time from my mind. I was betrayed by my superiors...in the name of my country.
Caidin:
.........
Kazuma:
Just as my father was betrayed, it seems.
Vigil:
......... But you see...thinking back now... ...I really can't imagine that the shooting of Mr Asogi in the cemetery was ever part of the plan.
Ryunosuke:
What makes you think that?
Vigil:
Well, it just doesn't make sense, does it? To make the man admit to crimes he didn't commit with the promise of a jailbreak, only to kill him in the end... That's treachery of the worst kind. But the point is, if the intention was always to betray him... ...why would there be any need for all the chicaneries of an escape?
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Yes! That's quite true!
Van Zieks:
If whoever negotiated with Asogi never intended to keep his or her end of the bargain... ...it would have been far simpler just to let the man be executed in prison as dictated by his sentence.
Kazuma:
...It all happened in that vast chamber of secrets that is Barclay, behind the high prison walls. I suppose nobody knows what really went on in the execution room now... Yes, it's an unsettling mystery, certainly.
Caidin:
......... Truth be told...there is a wee matter that's never quite made sense to me.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Caidin:
If you believe there was some kind of negotiation behind the jailbreak, atween Asogi and a body at the top... ...it does'nae quite add up, does it?
Ryunosuke:
Governor Caidin, I must insist that you explain these doubts that you have... ...by amending your formal testimony!
Caidin:
Gads! ...Aye, go on then.
Stronghart:
.........
Changes statement from "All I did was carry oot my duty! For Her Majesty's great British Empire!" to "It seems to me that the Japanese fella did'nae have nothin' to bargain with."
Kazuma:
WHAT?!
Caidin:
Aye, it were a rum do. No doubt aboot it. But ya have to mind, they were special circumstances. It was to protect the British justice system. That's just how the execution had to happen, I think.
Ryunosuke:
You're saying that Mr Asogi's murder in Lowgate Cemetery WAS his capital punishment? You realise Mr Vigil tried to take his own life as a result!
Vigil:
.........
Caidin:
Aye...well...that's another story.
Kazuma:
Who was it?! Who shot my father in the cemetery that night?!
Caidin:
...I've no answer to that question.
Stronghart:
However it happened, the convict's life was destined to end that night. The moment the execution order was signed, his fate was sealed. This court will not pursue the identity of the individual who carried out the order.
Kazuma:
Grrr...
Caidin:
It seems to me that the Japanese fella did'nae have nothin' to bargain with.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Admitting to the crimes. That was what he had to bargain with, surely?
Caidin:
I cannae see that myself. After all, did the prosecution no have conclusive evidence against the carlie, eh?
Kazuma:
This, you mean? 'Discovered' during the final victim's autopsy. There's every possibility this 'conclusive' evidence was fabricated by Scotland Yard and the Prosecutor's Office!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Possibilities are all very well. But nothing has been proven. You can holler about misconduct in the trial ten years ago all you like... ...but if you can't establish that it happened with hard evidence, no one's going to listen.
Caidin:
Em...aye, that's right! So what I'm sayin' is... ...the convict had nothin'. Nothin' he could use for any kind of bargainin' at all.
Stronghart:
The witness makes an astute point. Logically, it would seem no negotiation could have taken place.
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(And yet the plan to break the man out of prison was definitely put into practice. So he must have been armed with something that gave him an angle to negotiate.)
Present The Asogi Papers
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Confessing under oath to murders he didn't commit on a verbal assurance of later being broken out of prison..."
Ryunosuke:
(So Asogi-san agreed to confess to the crimes because he was assured he'd be broken out of prison later...)
Susato:
I really don't think that Kazuma-sama's father would have engaged in such negotiations.
Ryunosuke:
Then perhaps something compelled him to agree?
Susato:
What a terrible thing... Using the law to legitimise such underhand dealings with a desperate man... ...only to double-cross him in the end. It's quite the opposite of justice!
Ryunosuke:
(I can't help feeling... ...there's something about this apparent negotiation that doesn't quite add up.)
Susato:
Something doesn't quite add up, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
No, it doesn't. But I can't quite put my finger on what yet.
Susato:
Well in that case, we must keep digging until we identify the problem!
Ryunosuke:
Confessing under oath to murders he didn't commit on a verbal assurance of later being broken out of prison... Genshin Asogi was taking an incredibly risky gamble.
Kazuma:
Very true. There was nothing to stop the British breaking their word and executing him behind closed doors anyway. Under normal circumstances, no man would stake his life on a gentleman's agreement like that.
Ryunosuke:
Which means that Mr Asogi must have had a trump card. Something that guaranteed he wouldn't be betrayed. Some kind of weapon!
Caidin:
Havers! The fella could'nae possibly have had anythin' like that!
Ryunosuke:
But you know that he did, Governor. The Asogi Papers - the name given to the last will and testament of Genshin Asogi.
Caidin:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
It turns out that Mr Asogi was hiding his will in his cell at Barclay. Chief Warder Vigil caught him with it one day.
Caidin:
You...you squealed, did ya, ya wee rat! Did I no tell ya to keep that a secret?!
Vigil:
You, you can't touch me now!
Caidin:
GAAARGH!
Ryunosuke:
When Mr Vigil caught sight of that will through the bars of the convict's cell... ...Mr Asogi pleaded with the warder:
Vigil:
Alright then. But what's on that paper?
...A last will and testament. This will is...the only weapon I have left now.
Caidin:
A weapon...?
Ryunosuke:
And after the convict had been killed following the elaborate pretence of the jailbreak... ...that document mysteriously disappeared, didn't it?
Vigil:
W-Well yes...all the prison warders searched through the belongings in his cell, but... ...that will was just nowhere to be found.
Ryunosuke:
As I understand it, an exhaustive search was made for the document - which became known as the Asogi Papers. Governor Caidin... ...I believe you ordered your prison staff to find it at all costs, didn't you?
Caidin:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
Would I be right in saying that you knew? You knew that the so-called Asogi Papers had the potential to make great waves somehow!
Caidin:
Jings! What the blazes are ya bletherin' aboot?! The, the will was found, right an' proper... ...in the fella's cell where I said it would be!
Vigil:
But how can that be? Where in his cell? We all searched the place from top to bottom!
Caidin:
Well ya did'nae do a proper job, eh, ya peelie-wally galoot!
Vigil:
You, you can't criticise me now!
Caidin:
I showed it to ya afore, did I no, yon lawyer?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you did. I have the document here. It's written in Japanese, and reads: 'The Last Will and Testament of Genshin Asogi'.
Stronghart:
Which means everything is as it should be.
Ryunosuke:
Not quite, My Lord. You see, there's an undeniable inconsistency here.
Kazuma:
What?! What inconsistency?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Asogi described this document as the only weapon he had left. And yet this will contains nothing of significance at all. Nothing that would have given the convict any leverage.
Van Zieks:
Are you suggesting, my learned friend... ...that the last will and testament stored at Barclay Prison all these years... ...is actually a fake?
Ryunosuke:
......... As has clearly been demonstrated already... ...what went on at Barclay Prison...was far from above board!
Stronghart:
That last vilification by the defence was an affront to the entire British legal system. This absurd notion of a 'weapon' is something for which we have only the former chief warder's word. The man could quite easily be lying. Or at the very least, sorely mistaken.
Vigil:
What? No! I, I definitely heard him say that! I swear!
Kazuma:
Clearly we need to get to the bottom of this. We need to know exactly what happened with these so-called Asogi Papers!
Stronghart:
A waste of time! ...If the will was fake, where is the real document?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil was stabbed in the back by the judiciary ten years ago. He lost everything. Very nearly his own life.
Vigil:
...!
Caidin:
...!
Ryunosuke:
And now you're going to do it again. You're ready to brand him a liar and turn your back on him without even letting him defend himself!
It's clear that Barclay Prison is hiding something.It's clear that the jailbreak was masterminded by somebody in the Prosecutor's Office.It's clear that some illicit negotiations took place....Is Your Lordship just going to gloss over these obvious and reprehensible facts?!
Stronghart:
What did you say?!
We should hear more from the chief warder.
Have him testify again!The trial must go on! The man's voice must be heard!
Stronghart:
It would seem that a vocal few here are utterly blind to the truth. ...Very well then! Let the witness testify again. Tell the court precisely what you think you saw of the convict's last will and testament!
Vigil:
Y...Ye...Yes, sir, My Lord!
Witness Testimony
- The Asogi Papers -
Vigil:
As the warder responsible for condemned convicts, I attended to Mr Asogi and kept watch over his cell.
The night after he was found guilty in court, he was doing something with that will in his cell!
We turned the cell inside out looking for it after the execution, but to no avail.
Caidin:
I only found oot about the Asogi Papers when a directive came tellin' me to impound them.
The document was in the folds of the fella's robe that was left in his cell. A 'kimono', I think it's called.
Vigil:
In his kimono?! That's...that's a lie! We searched every inch of the man's cell. We looked through all his clothes! It can't be true!
Caidin:
Were you no satisfied wi' callin' me a liar the once, eh, ya wee waffinger?
Vigil:
Hah! There's nothing you can do about it now. You don't have any hold over me any more. Other than the hold you like to take on my cravat, of course. Is that what you're going to do, is it? Are you going to give me a good shake again? ...Or are you too scared?
Caidin:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Ryunosuke:
(Little and large... What a double act.)
Stronghart:
We complied with Asogi's will as far as was possible. All of his personal effects were delivered to his family home in Japan. ...As a courtesy to the homeland of the most notorious killer our country has ever seen.
Kazuma:
......... And we were much obliged. I can confirm that all of my father's belongings arrived safely.
Caidin:
Aye, and you cannae deny the handwritin' is that of your old man, eh?
Kazuma:
...Yes, there's no mistaking that it's my father's brushwork.
Ryunosuke:
Really...?
Stronghart:
And this last will and testament was the man's last 'weapon', was it? I think we can safely assume that the convict was merely prattling...knowing that his end was nigh.
Kazuma:
.........
Stronghart:
So, Counsel for the Defence... your cross-examination, please!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Asogi Papers -
Vigil:
As the warder responsible for condemned convicts, I attended to Mr Asogi and kept watch over his cell.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So would that mean that you conversed with Mr Asogi?
Vigil:
Yes, certainly. Though there was precious little time before his execution was due.
Kazuma:
.........
Vigil:
He was remarkably calm, considering his days were very much numbered. In all honesty...he really didn't strike one as a man capable of mass murder.
Van Zieks:
Yet he confessed in full to the crimes.
Vigil:
I know. That's why I felt compelled to ask him one day. I can still recall his reply: 'I'm guilty of the unforgivable crime of ending another human's life, yes.'
Kazuma:
...!
Vigil:
But he was so tranquil and intelligent. It put me in mind of an Eastern holy man.
Ryunosuke:
And what about the will you saw him with? What can you tell us about that?
Vigil:
......... It was the beginning of all the drama. I remember it very well. Yes...
Vigil:
The night after he was found guilty in court, he was doing something with that will in his cell!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And he pleaded with you not to report him, didn't he?
Vigil:
Yes, that's right.
Caidin:
And like the bampot y'are, ye did'nae tell me. ...A blatant breach of trust, that was.
Vigil:
I could see that the man had a noble spirit. I...found myself wanting to treat him accordingly.
Susato:
But according to what you told us two days ago... ...the convict had been strictly forbidden from having any writing materials whatsoever.
Vigil:
Yes, you're quite right.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! So when exactly was the will penned?
Caidin:
That was before the man was remanded in Barclay, obviously.
Stronghart:
Yes, at the Prosecutor's Office under supervision of the relevant authorities. I personally instructed Asogi to make a will for the benefit of his family in his homeland.
Ryunosuke:
In that case...why was it found in his cell?
Caidin:
W-What do you mean by that?
Ryunosuke:
Well, if it was penned at the Prosecutor's Office... ...you would have expected that it would remain there for safekeeping, surely?
Caidin:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
It's curious... There doesn't seem to be any obvious explanation for why it was subsequently found in the convict's cell.
Caidin:
Och, well...
Kazuma:
The defence makes an astute point. Well, Governor?
Caidin:
......... A prison governor cannae be expected to ken the inner workings of the Prosecutor's Office.
Kazuma:
In that case...Lord Stronghart, perhaps you can shed some light on the matter?
Stronghart:
......... I'm unable to offer an explanation here and now.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
I would have to consult with the notary responsible for the will at the time.
Kazuma:
The fact that my father's will was discovered in his cell is clearly inconsistent with what was expected! ...I want to know why.
Ryunosuke:
(Another inexplicable mystery, then...)
Stronghart:
.........
Vigil:
Well, um...the thing is about that will...
Vigil:
We turned the cell inside out looking for it after the execution, but to no avail.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
It was the governor who ordered the search for the will, as I understand it. Is that right?
Vigil:
Yes. And when I reported back that we couldn't find it... ...he grabbed me by the cravat and yelled, 'It cannae have disappeared completely!' in my face.
Caidin:
Aye, well...it's doon to the governor to keep everybody workin' as hard as they should.
Susato:
I think the governor needs a 'wee' taste of his own medicine, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
...The point is, it was clearly considered a very important document, wasn't it?
Kazuma:
But it proved impossible to find...
Vigil:
That's right. Then before I knew it, it was in the morning paper. That blood-curdling article. The executed mass murderer who'd risen from the dead...
Susato:
Oh! You, you mean...
Ryunosuke:
...The article based on Mr Drebber's experience in Lowgate Cemetery!
Vigil:
...Yes, that was it. The day after I'd read that news, I was summoned to the governor's office. And...that's when the awful accusation was made.
Ryunosuke:
That you'd aided Genshin Asogi to escape from the prison, resulting in your immediate dismissal.
Vigil:
I'm afraid I...I really don't remember anything after that.
Caidin:
......... As the governor of the prison, I...I had no choice. I could'nae have done anythin' else.
Caidin:
I only found oot about the Asogi Papers when a directive came tellin' me to impound them.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And that directive came from the same source as the one instructing you about the jailbreak?
Caidin:
Aye. From the top levels of the Prosecutor's Office.
Kazuma:
What name was on it?
Caidin:
I did'nae ken afore an' I dinnae ken now. All I can tell ya, is that my orders were to do everythin' in my power to find that document. The directive said it had to be somewhere inside the fella's cell.
Ryunosuke:
'Document'... Was that the wording? 'Document' not 'will'?
Caidin:
...Aye, that's what it said.
Ryunosuke:
(Am I clutching at straws here...? I just wonder if it was really Genshin Asogi's last will and testament that the sender of that directive was after...)
Stronghart:
.........
Kazuma:
Continue with your testimony then, witness.
Caidin:
The document was in the folds of the fella's robe that was left in his cell. A 'kimono', I think it's called.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
In Mr Asogi's kimono?
Caidin:
Aye, the one he'd brought with him when he was locked up.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...he was permitted to have his personal effects with him during his incarceration, I understand?
Caidin:
That's right. He was granted as much freedom as possible during the few days before his execution.
Vigil:
Indeed. He had a number of items of personal significance, I remember. He was very reluctant to part with them. Some books, that kimono, his sword...
Ryunosuke:
His sword?!
Kazuma:
Karuma, the famous sword of the Asogi clan. ...It bears the soul of my family.
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't doubt it, but I wasn't really getting at that... (Forget it being the soul of the clan! Could the man have had a more obvious 'weapon'?)
Kazuma:
Have some respect, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
...Respectful silence?
Caidin:
The warders carry firearms at all times, and the inmates have shackles around their ankles. He could'nae have hurt anybody wi' that thing.
Ryunosuke:
Still, he was allowed a sword, but no writing materials?
Caidin:
...Aye. He wrote that will afore he came to stay wi' us at Barclay, you see.
Stronghart:
Dr Mikotoba was asked to bring the necessary Japanese writing implements to the Prosecutor's Office.
Susato:
A suzuri ink stone, black sumi ink and some hanshi rice paper, no doubt.
Caidin:
I was present when he wrote it... But I'm sorry to say the letters just looked like a squirmin' mass of jet-black earthwerums to me.
Pursue Daley Vigil (before adding sixth statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Are you feeling faint, Mr Vigil?
Vigil:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil!
Vigil:
Siiiiiir! It was scarlet, sir!
Ryunosuke:
......... What?
Vigil:
Oh! I'm, I'm terribly sorry! I didn't mean to blurt it out like that. ......... ...............
Ryunosuke:
Less swaying and more explaining would be helpful...
Susato:
Is it something about the testimony we just heard? Have you recalled something of importance?
Vigil:
Something of importance...? Possibly...or possibly...not...
Susato:
...I'm unable to tell which way he's leaning, I'm afraid.
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! The defence asks that Mr Vigil be permitted to supplement his testimony... ...with this possibly-or-possibly-not important detail!
Stronghart:
...Permission granted.
Ryunosuke:
Go ahead, Mr Vigil.
Vigil:
Yes! It was scarlet!
Adds statement "As I remember it, the document was written in scarlet ink, but...perhaps I'm mistaken."
Kazuma:
My father had a passion for calligraphy. He found the profound black colour of sumi ink to be very soothing.
Susato:
I'm sure that cursive Japanese script must look utterly incomprehensible to English eyes.
Caidin:
Anyhow, that's the document that was found in the fella's kimono.
Stronghart:
Despite the seriousness of his crimes, he was treated in a gentlemanly fashion until the end.
Kazuma:
When he was callously betrayed and shot dead in a dark cemetery in the middle of the night. ...Yes, the gentlemanliness of it is overwhelming.
Stronghart:
.........
Vigil:
As I remember it, the document was written in scarlet ink, but...perhaps I'm mistaken.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Scarlet, you say?
Vigil:
Well...yes. I mean, I only caught sight of it for a brief moment, of course. But even by the dim light in the cell, I remember thinking that it was an unusual colour. At the very least, I'm quite sure it wasn't black.
Stronghart:
......... Witness! Is that really what you saw?!
Vigil:
Ah! Wha... Siiiiiir!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Um... Is something wrong, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
......... I, I apologise. Continue.
Susato:
What do you make of that, Mr Naruhodo? For Lord Stronghart to be so visibly shaken in that way...
Caidin:
Och, dinnae haver! You can plainly see the writin' here. And it's as black as the Earl o' Hell's waistcoat!
Vigil:
Well...yes, you're right...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil, I'd like to confirm one point with you. Did you actually see the content of the document that Mr Asogi was holding that night?
Vigil:
Oh! Well, no! I mean, there was no time. As soon as he noticed me there, he hid it behind his back.
Ryunosuke:
But it was definitely a will, was it?
Vigil:
Yes, it was. That's what Mr Asogi told me.
Stronghart:
The court need waste no further time on this matter. We have the will in question in our possession. There is nothing more to add.
Vigil:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(A will written in scarlet ink... What did Mr Vigil really see Kazuma's father holding, I wonder...?)
Susato:
If you have an inkling, Mr Naruhodo, you must present it to the court at once!
Present Klint's Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Scarlet-coloured writing is what you said you thought you saw, Mr Vigil."
Ryunosuke:
(That testimony doesn't give much away.)
Susato:
So this will really was penned by Kazuma-sama's father. I wonder what he could possibly have meant when he described it as a weapon...
Ryunosuke:
It's starting to sound very much like Mr Asogi actually had nothing.
Susato:
But the plan to break him out of jail went ahead. Which means he must have had some bargaining power. He must have been hiding something. It's the only explanation that makes sense.
Ryunosuke:
It's...starting to sound like Mr Asogi actually might have had something!
Susato:
...Which is it, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure. But I feel as though I'm on the brink of understanding all this. Let's listen to all the information again and see what more we can learn. We can't overlook even the smallest detail!
Susato:
Absolutely!
Ryunosuke:
Scarlet-coloured writing is what you said you thought you saw, Mr Vigil. And I believe that's exactly what you did see.
Vigil:
Wha...?
Caidin:
Havers again! You've no evidence to say that!
Ryunosuke:
Have a look at this report.
Van Zieks:
That's...my brother's autopsy report!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And there's something in here that's bothered me since I first read it. It states that scarlet-coloured ink stains were noted on the fingers of the victim's right hand.
Kazuma:
Yes, so it does.
Vigil:
S-Scarlet ink...?
Ryunosuke:
Now, I'm not familiar with the habits of the British aristocracy, I freely admit. But I would hazard a guess that they don't all go around with ink stains on their fingertips, do they?
Van Zieks:
...Your wit is not appreciated. My brother was a well-bred and fastidious man. Should ink have sullied his fingertips, he would have cleaned them immediately!
Stronghart:
...What is your point, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
My point is this! Whatever Lord Klint van Zieks was writing in that unusually coloured ink... ...it must have been directly before his death. Because he died before he had the opportunity to clean his hand.
Stronghart:
What...?
Van Zieks:
......... I remember something troubled me at the time. At the scene, the lid of my brother's inkwell was open.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
But Klint was punctilious about such things. It seemed...unusual. And no document penned in the colour of the ink that was in the inkwell was ever found.
Kazuma:
So the document had disappeared... Are you suggesting... ...that the document my father had in his hand that night in his cell was...?
Ryunosuke:
The same document that Lord Klint van Zieks was writing moments before his death.
Van Zieks:
Then...it was...
Ryunosuke:
If Mr Vigil's testimony is to be believed, it can only mean that, yes. Mr Vigil!
Vigil:
Siiiiiir!
Ryunosuke:
When you spotted Mr Asogi with the document in his cell... ...his precise words were as follows, were they not?
Vigil:
Alright then. But what's on that paper?
...A last will and testament. This will is...the only weapon I have left now.
Kazuma:
A, a last will and testament...
Caidin:
Aaah...
Ryunosuke:
If the conversation really did go as Mr Vigil says... ...then what we now know completely changes the meaning of what Mr Asogi said.
Van Zieks:
......... You really think...?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil did indeed see the convict with a will. But it wasn't that of Genshin Asogi. It was the last will and testament of Lord Klint van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
No...
Kazuma:
WHAAAT?!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This...this is madness! My brother's last will and testament? That would mean...that he had chosen to die!
Ryunosuke:
That...is what it would mean, yes.
Van Zieks:
No! Impossible! That is utterly out of the question!
Susato:
Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
Klint was pursuing the Professor. It consumed him day and night. Whatever happened, he would never have abandoned his investigation before its conclusion. Never! He wouldn't rest until the job was done... Until the killer was caught... The idea that he would willingly accept his own death... It's obscene!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
And yet we can be sure that he was writing his will moments before his death.
Ryunosuke:
And that Genshin Asogi came to be in possession of that document. So what could the will possibly have contained...?
Kazuma:
Clearly something that couldn't be made public under any circumstances whatsoever. Because armed with that document, my father was able to negotiate with the judiciary for his life. It was something so damning that it prompted the powers that be to enact that daring jailbreak plot. Yes, there can be no question that the will contained information of the utmost secrecy!
Ryunosuke:
Information...of the utmost secrecy... AAAAAAH! (No... It, it couldn't be...)
Stronghart:
I've heard more than enough. Pursuing this notion of a phantom will nobody can attest to having seen serves absolutely no purpose.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
No, My Lord, that's unacceptable!
Stronghart:
What did you say, Counsel?
Kazuma:
The last will and testament that Genshin Asogi had in his possession was that of Lord Klint van Zieks. All the testimony and evidence presented to the court has logically led us to that as a possibility. We have a duty...to pursue the line of reasoning to its conclusion!
Stronghart:
But with no possible means of knowing the contents of the document, there is no line of reasoning to pursue!
Kazuma:
...!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(A reason why Lord Klint van Zieks, a man of high noble standing, would have chosen death... Information so secret, people in the judiciary would be willing to negotiate the jailbreak of a condemned killer... The only explanation that fits those facts... is an unthinkable truth that turns absolutely everything on its head! But...it's just too hideous...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
However difficult the situation might become... ...you work with your client in pursuit of the truth. That's what you resolved to do when you entered the courtroom this morning, if I'm not mistaken.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato...
Susato:
So hold your head high and keep soldiering on!
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, you're right. Ten years ago, in his final moments, Lord Klint van Zieks left behind a will. A will that Genshin Asogi was able to use as a weapon to negotiate his escape from prison. In all probability, the details in the will were related to the Professor case.
Stronghart:
The defence's last statement is mere conjecture.
Van Zieks:
What are you getting at, man?
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke?!
Ryunosuke:
......... (As soon as these words come out of my mouth, there's no going back...) I believe that the last will and testament of Lord Klint van Zieks was in fact...
A report
Ryunosuke:
It seems to me that it was probably some kind of report.
Kazuma:
Some kind of...?
Ryunosuke:
Well, remember that Lord Klint van Zieks was a well-bred and fastidious man. Knowing the end was near, he probably wanted to tie up the loose ends of all his outstanding business.
Van Zieks:
My brother had no outstanding business.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Van Zieks:
Klint would have a full account written the instant there was even a hint of something to report!
Ryunosuke:
...He must have worn out a lot of pens.
Stronghart:
In any case, a business report would never be penned in scarlet ink, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (I forgot to consider the ink colour.)
Stronghart:
It's apparent that the defence's explanation has no real substance. This line of enquiry is dead!
Kazuma:
Come on, Ryunosuke! I know you! You've seen to the heart of all this, haven't you?
Leads back to:
"A reason why Lord Klint van Zieks, a man of high noble standing, would have chosen death..."
An accusation
Ryunosuke:
Obviously it must have been an accusation!
Kazuma:
An accusation?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, revealing the true identity of the Professor!
Stronghart:
Which would explain why Asogi took it, since it was he who was implicated by the document.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No! In that case, the will wouldn't have given Mr Asogi any bargaining power at all.
Stronghart:
...Then you're suggesting the accusation was against some other person?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No! If that were the case, the two men would surely have collaborated to pursue the culprit together!
Stronghart:
......... Then your whole argument falls down!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAARGH! Uuugh... (Can I object to the penalty, too?)
Stronghart:
It's apparent that the defence's explanation has no real substance. This line of enquiry is dead!
Kazuma:
Come on, Ryunosuke! I know you! You've seen to the heart of all this, haven't you?
Leads back to:
"A reason why Lord Klint van Zieks, a man of high noble standing, would have chosen death..."
A confession
Leads to:
"........."
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
You can do this, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
I believe that what Lord Klint van Zieks actually penned that day... ...was a confession.
Kazuma:
A, a confession...?
Ryunosuke:
Regarding the mass murderer known as the Professor... and his true identity!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Enough! ...Counsel. What are you saying? Do you even realise?! A confession...about the true identity of the Professor... That, that would mean... .........
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks, I appreciate this must be hard to take in... ...but it's the only explanation that fits!
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
The killer that terrorised London a decade ago, and became known as the Professor... The man believed to have murdered five members of the aristocracy... ...wasn't Genshin Asogi at all.
Kazuma:
...! No... You can't be suggesting...?
Ryunosuke:
It was in fact the man believed to have been the fifth victim... ...Lord Klint van Zieks himself!
Van Zieks:
Grrrrrr......... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Stronghart:
...It's finally open, is it? Pandora's box...
The great van Zieks family... They've been thoroughbreds of the British judiciary for years...And Lord Klint van Zieks! He was a paragon of justice in the capital...But he was actually a mass murderer? A, a perpetrator of atrocities of the vilest nature...If the general public ever found out... law and order in this country would be finished!
Van Zieks:
......... My... My brother...
Susato:
Oh, this is too awful... Poor Lord van Zieks...
Ryunosuke:
......... I wonder, though... Did he never suspect?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
(Lord Barok van Zieks is a brilliant prosecutor. Is it conceivable that he didn't realise what his older brother really was...?)
Stronghart:
Order! Order! Order in court!
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
The Professor made use of an enormous hound as his 'murder weapon'. Tell me...did your brother own a dog?
Van Zieks:
......... Yes. He did. Balmung. He was a well known hunting dog. People called him a giant.
Kazuma:
I don't believe this...
Van Zieks:
When my brother would go hunting in the forest of the grounds behind the house, he always took Balmung. After Klint's death, the creature passed away too... almost as if he were following his master. He was a magnificent hunting dog...worthy of the jewel-studded collar around his neck.
Ryunosuke:
A jewel-studded collar...?
Van Zieks:
That's right. Though sadly... ...some years ago now it was stolen by a thief who broke into the house one night.
Ryunosuke:
(A jewel-studded collar, stolen by a thief...) It so happens, that myself and my colleagues have come across such a collar during our time in London.
Van Zieks:
...How could you...?
Susato:
There was an old emblem attached to the collar, too, made of pure gold. It was topped with a small crown and bore an ornate capital letter 'B'...
Van Zieks:
W-What?! An emblem bearing the initial 'B'?
Susato:
Oh my! You know it?!
Van Zieks:
...It's the insignia of the Baskerville family.
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?! The Baskerville... (Why is THAT name coming up now...?)
Van Zieks:
Baskerville is the family name of my late brother's widow. That pure gold emblem was an heirloom, which Klint acquired upon their marriage. There can be no doubt then. The collar you've described was Balmung's.
Susato:
The family insignia of Lord Klint van Zieks's widow...
Ryunosuke:
There was a considerable amount of blood on the collar when we saw it. Since we know the dog was used for hunting, it could have been from its quarry, of course.
Kazuma:
But it could equally have been from human prey.
So is it true then...?Klint van Zieks really was the Professor...Impossible! These Japanese are making it all up to exonerate their own!
Ryunosuke:
So in fact, the person responsible for these murders of nobles and royals was a noble himself. And that threatened to be an enormous scandal that would irrevocably destabilise British society.
Kazuma:
My father knew that, and was using it to negotiate his way out of the unjust charges brought against him. But at the very last hour, those he'd bargained with betrayed him...slaying him mercilessly on foreign soil.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Well? Can you deny it...Lord Stronghart?!
Stronghart:
......... Ten years have passed. And still now, the six million inhabitants of our great capital rest easy believing that justice was done. That though his anonymity remains, the diabolical murderer was caught and executed. ......... Very well then. ...You may have the truth.
Van Zieks:
Tell me then! Tell me what Klint really was!
Stronghart:
......... Lord Klint van Zieks was too pure of heart. When he became a prosecutor and went in pursuit of the black roots of crime, he drove himself into a corner. He came to the uncomfortable realisation... ...that to fight the most fiendish of criminals requires one to become even more fiendish oneself.
Van Zieks:
.........K-Klint...
The 19th century was a truly miraculous hundred years for Great Britain...and indeed the whole world. New industry, new technology, and with the birth of the Metropolitan Police Service, new law and order. But these dazzling new developments meant ever deeper shadows were cast on society. Water sullied by factories, air thick with noxious fumes and crime...growing daily to fill the darkness. Lord Klint van Zieks made it his mission to combat that darkness. But as time went on, it slowly ate at his soul, until eventually...he was consumed.
Stronghart:
It's ironic, really - and somewhat surprising - that the truth has once again been unearthed... ...by a Japanese.
Kazuma:
Once again? What do you mean?!
Stronghart:
Ten years ago, your father, Genshin Asogi, turned up at my office one night...
Stronghart:
The Professor?!
Asogi:
Yes, beyond all shadow of doubt. You must issue a warrant to search his home at once!
Stronghart:
...Don't be absurd. The man comes from one of our country's most illustrious families. He's a paragon of justice here in the capital.
Asogi:
Yes, that's the point! That's why none of you British can see it! He's using his noble status as a diversion whilst he commits these atrocious crimes behind the scenes!
Stronghart:
...Do you have evidence?
Asogi:
......... Nothing definitive as yet. But he keeps an enormous, savage hound on the estate. We need the full support of the judiciary for this! We're up against a member of the aristocracy!
Stronghart:
...So a large family estate has a fierce guard dog. You should know that's commonplace here in Britain. I'm sorry, but I can't possibly put Scotland Yard onto this based on the tenuous accusation of a visiting student.
Asogi:
...!
Stronghart:
So I turned down Asogi's plea. And as a result...he took it upon himself to visit the van Zieks mansion on his own. We can only imagine now what happened between the two men. Though we know the outcome of course: Lord Klint van Zieks perished.
Van Zieks:
I don't believe this...
Susato:
So, in actual fact...Kazuma-sama's father did...?
Ryunosuke:
He made the late Lord van Zieks meet the same fate... (He put a permanent end to the Professor killings... ...by taking the drastic measure of ending the perpetrator's life!)
Van Zieks:
.........
Stronghart:
As soon as I heard, I hurried to the mansion. When I arrived, it was easy to grasp what had happened.
Kazuma:
And? What about the will?
Stronghart:
Asogi must have already taken it. Nothing of that nature was found at the scene. We had no idea of the existence of such a document at that time. I was the only person who knew of the true identity of the Professor. So...I resolved to keep it a secret and to guard the secret to the bitter end.
Ryunosuke:
S-So you're admitting to it? That...you were behind it all?!
Kazuma:
It was you, then, who pinned the crimes on my father!
Stronghart:
...I did what needed to be done in order to protect the law and order of the British Empire. Even if that meant employing an unforgivable ruse.
Ryunosuke:
Then it was you who arranged this fabricated evidence!
Stronghart:
I ordered that detective to take care of it. Whilst keeping the truth from him, naturally.
Van Zieks:
Gregson...?
Stronghart:
Obviously, he opposed me at first.
Gregson:
Are you off your rocker?! We can't do somethin' like that!
Stronghart:
There's no question that it was Asogi who murdered Lord van Zieks. The house staff have made statements that they saw the man running from the mansion that night.
Gregson:
Yes, well...I've no doubt it was that Japanese fella. But we haven't got a shred of conclusive evidence against the man! And worse than that, he doesn't keep a dog. So we're short of a murder weapon to boot!
Stronghart:
And we're short on time, Gregson!
Gregson:
...!
Stronghart:
We must put a stop to this man's rampage! For the good of the country! So we'll use whatever means necessary. ...Do I make myself clear, detective?
Gregson:
...Blimey...
Van Zieks:
So that night ten years ago...when I was attacked by those thugs in the back streets... ...and Genshin's ring was taken. That was him, was it? That was Gregson and some 'hired help'?
Kazuma:
Then the detective handed the stolen ring to Dr Wilson... ...who feigned its discovery from the victim's stomach during that autopsy.
Ryunosuke:
And in the light of that 'decisive' evidence, Mr Asogi was found guilty of the charges brought against him. However, behind the scenes... ...he had actually already struck a deal with his accusers... ...in which he agreed to silently accept the charges.
Stronghart:
.........
Kazuma:
But I just don't believe that part. As far as I knew the man, my father despised such underhand dealings.
Stronghart:
...It was extremely easy to make him comply. You see, he had one crippling weakness.
Kazuma:
W-What weakness?
Stronghart:
Isn't it obvious? You...Kazuma Asogi.
Kazuma:
M-Me?!
Stronghart:
.........
Stronghart:
...Perhaps you have no desire to return to your homeland, Asogi.
Asogi:
What?
Stronghart:
Though I hear you have a fourteen-year-old son. Agree to cooperate and accept your guilt without contention... ...and you will see Japan - and your son - again.
Asogi:
You...you scoundrel!
Stronghart:
Whether you choose wisely or not... ...it will be a closed trial, by order of Her Majesty. So whatever rash claims you might make in court, we'll have no trouble in stifling them. There's only one outcome for you, Asogi: the gallows.
Asogi:
Don't forget that I still have a weapon at my disposal. A document revealing a truth that I know you're desperate to keep hidden.
Stronghart:
Yes, it hadn't escaped my mind. Which is the only reason I'm willing to bargain with you. I only want to protect this country's law and order, you understand. So...what's it to be, Asogi?
Asogi:
......... ...Ka.........Kazuma... .........
Kazuma:
He...he did it for me...
Stronghart:
And as I told him at the time, my motive was simply to protect Britain from the damage the truth would do. To protect this country's law and order...at any cost.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
I've never dared let myself even consider this possibility until now... ...but in the light of all this...treachery, I have to ask: The mastermind behind the Reaper of the Bailey... Was it you...Lord Mael Stronghart?
Stronghart:
......... A rather brilliant idea, wouldn't you say... Lord Barok van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
...!
Stronghart:
That the spirit of your late brother - that paragon of justice - should return to reap justice for his sibling. Could there be a more appetising tale for London's masses, I ask you?
Susato:
What...what brazen...
Stronghart:
I knew that you'd play the part to perfection. But your role really wasn't that of some embodiment of Death. No, you were London's guardian angel.
Van Zieks:
An angel with bloody hands? I think not.
Stronghart:
Those who had cooperated with me already were only too happy to participate in my plan. Inspector Gregson...Dr Wilson... My minions worked tirelessly to ensure that the finger of guilt could never come to rest on you. It's all thanks to them that you were exalted as the demigod the Reaper became.
Van Zieks:
.........
Kazuma:
But Dr Wilson left Britain four years ago when he was invited to work in Japan.
Stronghart:
That's right. So I had to employ the services of his young protégée after that. Dr Courtney Sithe.
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe...
Stronghart:
So what with the execution of the Professor and the subsequent reign of the Reaper of the Bailey... ...I've successfully safeguarded law and order in our mighty capital for the past decade. That...is everything.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Stronghart:
My lords, ladies and gentlemen...I do hereby confess. It was I who sired the concept of the Reaper. However...let me say in my defence... ...it was all for the preservation of law and order across the entire empire!
Lord Stronghart did it...?An unforgivable collection of crimes! But still...All those who died at the Reaper's hand were rotten to the core anyway...If it was all in aid of keeping London safe...
Stronghart:
There is no one left now who can reveal the precise truth of what happened ten years ago. Therefore, this trial can go no further. Now, I would like to entreat all those present... Beyond these four walls, nobody need know the truth. Even Her Majesty must be protected from this. I trust you all appreciate the importance of my request. It is of course for the good of the country.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Can, can he do this? Can the trial really end now?)
Kazuma:
Hold it!
Kazuma:
......... I have one last question... ...for the accused, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
What?
Kazuma:
Of course, I know that you're a highly accomplished prosecutor. So I find it hard to believe...that you didn't have any doubts at all. That you never suspected your older brother.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the same thought occurred to me.
Van Zieks:
......... It was only once, but...yes. I couldn't say that I never had my doubts.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
My brother's sense of justice was extremely strong. Perhaps...too strong, I observed. At that time, there were members of the aristocracy who were bleeding the country dry for their own gain. And since they were nobles, they were untouchable. For my brother, it was a source of great turmoil.
Stronghart:
And coincidentally at the same time, the Professor began his terrifying reign.
Van Zieks:
During the time of the Professor killings, my brother did not appear to be himself.
Ryunosuke:
And that made you suspect?
Van Zieks:
Yes. But it was only once. Not more.
Ryunosuke:
Only once? Really?
Van Zieks:
Klint wasn't the culprit. That was my conclusion at the time. And I still believe that now.
Stronghart:
Do you have any evidence to support that idea?
Van Zieks:
The third victim...was the Lord Chief Justice at the time. It was he who had recognised my brother's potential and trained him as a prosecutor. No matter what the circumstances, it's unthinkable that my brother could have killed his friend and mentor!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
.........
Stronghart:
...That will do.
Van Zieks:
...!
Stronghart:
Neither Klint van Zieks nor Genshin Asogi still walk this earth. However much we debate this matter now, we cannot hope to reach a conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
B-But...
Stronghart:
There are only two extant pieces of evidence from the time: The woebegone ring that acted as the incriminating evidence to condemn Genshin Asogi. And the three-paged last will and testament penned in black ink and left behind by the man. The wretched truth of what happened is exactly as I have explained. Later today, I will present myself at the Ministry of Justice for whatever sanction is deemed appropriate. That is all. Court is adjourned!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you...Kazuma.
Kazuma:
Me...?
Ryunosuke:
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have made this eleventh-hour discovery.
Kazuma:
What discovery?
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! I'm afraid...I must insist the trial continues!
Stronghart:
I beg your pardon?
Ryunosuke:
As the court has been reminded today already: we must stop at nothing to uncover the whole truth. And to that end, one particular statement made by somebody in this courtroom moments ago... ...revealed a very subtle contradiction.
Stronghart:
What contradiction?
Kazuma:
But...all I did was ask the accused one simple question!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Well, it began with Lord van Zieks and his recollection about his brother. But Lord Stronghart didn't permit the defendant to speak at length.
Stronghart:
I merely pointed out that we can draw no further useful conclusions here. So where on earth is the contradiction?
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(One of them definitely just said something contradictory. It's time to identify who!)
Lord van Zieks
Ryunosuke:
(It was Lord van Zieks, I'm sure of it! Something about what he said was just a little jarring. Come on, Ryunosuke! Go over it again! Find it!)
Van Zieks:
Klint wasn't the culprit. That was my conclusion at the time. The third victim...was the Lord Chief Justice at the time. It was he who had recognised my brother's potential and trained him as a prosecutor. No matter what the circumstances, it's unthinkable that my brother could have killed his friend and mentor!
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks...would you care to explain?
Van Zieks:
What exactly am I supposed to make of those pitiful Nipponese eyes?
Ryunosuke:
When you were recounting the information about your brother and the third victim just now... ...something you said was inconsistent with a certain piece of evidence we have.
Stronghart:
Inconsistent...?
Ryunosuke:
And even though that inconsistency arose from words out of the defendant's mouth... ...we have a duty here to pursue an explanation!
Van Zieks:
What are you playing at?
Stronghart:
I fail to see the defence's intention here, but clearly the court cannot ignore this new development. What evidence is inconsistent with the defendant's words?
Present anything
Ryunosuke:
Stronghart:
Dear me. Oh, this evidence makes it very clear indeed. But there is no contradiction with either the defendant or myself...naturally. No, the contradiction here lies squarely with you, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH!
Van Zieks:
I have the distinct impression that permitting you to advocate for me was the mistake of my life.
Kazuma:
And don't you dare to show your face again at my door once this trial is over.
Ryunosuke:
(...It's going to be very lonely around the Naruhodo dinner table in future...)
Susato:
Not as long as I'm alive, Mr Naruhodo! I'm sure we need only think again to fix the situation!
Ryunosuke:
Oh my! Miss Susato! Yes! Of, of course!
Leads back to:
"Well, it began with Lord van Zieks and his recollection about his brother."
Lord Stronghart
Ryunosuke:
(It was Lord Stronghart, I'm sure of it! Something he said was slightly off. Come on, Ryunosuke! Think back over his words! Find the problem!)
Stronghart:
Neither Klint van Zieks nor Genshin Asogi still walk this earth. However much we debate this matter now, we cannot hope to reach a conclusion. There are only two extant pieces of evidence from the time: The woebegone ring that acted as the incriminating evidence to condemn Genshin Asogi. And the three-paged last will and testament penned in black ink and left behind by the man.
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart...would you care to explain?
Stronghart:
Explain what, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Among the statements you made just a few moments ago... ...something you said was inconsistent with a certain piece of evidence we have.
Stronghart:
Inconsistent...?
Ryunosuke:
And whilst an inconsistency remains... ...the defence has a right to pursue an explanation!
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke, what...?
Stronghart:
Let me warn you about the statements you are making, Counsel. They may very well prove fatal. You claim my words contained a contradiction? With which piece of evidence, I ask you?
Present The Asogi Papers
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This here is the will left behind by Mr Asogi."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Stronghart:
Dear me. Oh, this evidence makes it very clear indeed. But there is no contradiction with either the defendant or myself...naturally. No, the contradiction here lies squarely with you, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH!
Van Zieks:
I have the distinct impression that permitting you to advocate for me was the mistake of my life.
Kazuma:
And don't you dare to show your face again at my door once this trial is over.
Ryunosuke:
(...It's going to be very lonely around the Naruhodo dinner table in future...)
Susato:
Not as long as I'm alive, Mr Naruhodo! I'm sure we need only think again to fix the situation!
Ryunosuke:
Oh my! Miss Susato! Yes! Of, of course!
Leads back to:
"Well, it began with Lord van Zieks and his recollection about his brother."
Ryunosuke:
This here is the will left behind by Mr Asogi. The two-paged will.
Stronghart:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Yet moments ago, your precise words were: 'The three-paged last will and testament.'
Kazuma:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Could it be that originally... ...there was a third page?
Stronghart:
......... For a moment...I thought perhaps you'd identified something worthwhile. But it's a mere trifle, I see.
Ryunosuke:
A trifle?
Stronghart:
Governor Caidin!
Caidin:
Eh...? W-What can I do for you, SIIIIIIR?!
Stronghart:
You were present when the Japanese man penned his last will and testament.
Caidin:
Aye! I was there, for sure! I remember the black, werum-like scrawls to this day! And... ...I'm quite certain, My Lord...that there was a third page at the time!
Kazuma:
Wha... WHAT?!
Caidin:
Only the first two pages were the actual will, though. If I mind correctly, the third...was a message to his lad back in Japan.
Stronghart:
For legal purposes, we required only his will.
Caidin:
And we would'nae have wanted any...uncomfortable words aboot Britain to get back to Japan, eh. So it was decided that the third page ought'nae to be sent.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
How dare you make that decision?! I had a right to know what it said! To hear my father's final words to me!
Stronghart:
The courtroom is no place for sentimentality, Counsel.
Caidin:
As it happens, I have the third page o' the document wi' me here now.
Kazuma:
My, my father's message!
Stronghart:
It will be given to you at the end of these proceedings.
Ryunosuke:
(It'll be too late once the trial is over. We need to know what it says now. Even the slightest thing may give us a vital clue!) My Lord! The defence calls for Genshin Asogi's last words to his son...to be read out loud before the court now!
Stronghart:
Your request is denied. The inevitably maudlin words can be of no consequence now.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
The prosecution agrees. The court should know the content of that message! Every possible piece of evidence must be thoroughly examined!
Stronghart:
Very well, then. Governor Caidin... ...you will read the third page of the document for all present to hear!
Caidin:
Yes, SIIIIIIR! Only...I should point oot, My Lord... ...that I cannae actually read werum language.
???:
This beautiful handwriting? ...Shame on you, Barry.
Mikotoba:
If I could be of assistance here...? I would be happy to translate the words into English for the court.
Susato:
Father!
Stronghart:
......... You're still here, are you, Dr Mikotoba?
Mikotoba:
Naturally. I consider myself a member of the judiciary... albeit a lowly one. But perhaps I should quietly withdraw after I've translated Genshin's message.
Stronghart:
......... Your cooperation is much appreciated.
'Kazuma... The truth is shrouded in darkness. A darkness only our clan's great sword can pierce. Mighty Karuma, Twist thy head and watch them fall, All thy mortal foes!'
Mikotoba:
...That's the end of the message, it would seem.
Ryunosuke:
A haiku poem? Twist thy head...?
Kazuma:
Father...
Stronghart:
What is 'Karuma'?
Kazuma:
The name of the Asogi clan's famous sword. A razor-sharp blade known to all, passed down for generations. It embodies the Japanese spirit.
Van Zieks:
...It's not known to me.
Ryunosuke:
It's the 'katana' sword that was submitted as evidence earlier in these proceedings. The one worn by the prosecution counsel when he... confronted Inspector Gregson.
The details of the Asogi Papers have been updated in the Court Record.
Stronghart:
All these procrastinations are beginning to try my patience. Adjournment of this court is long overdue. As the presiding judge, I have been as accommodating as possible of the will of the courtroom. However, despite all that...no new information has come to light.
Examine evidence
Great Sword 'Karuma'
Sword hilt
Ryunosuke:
'Mighty Karuma, Twist thy head and watch them fall, All thy mortal foes!' (That's the proper way to use the sword, is it? Maybe I should try it...) ...It hurts my neck, that's the trouble.
Susato:
Um, Mr Naruhodo...if I might make a suggestion? I think perhaps it doesn't mean YOUR head.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Susato:
I once studied the history and development of the katana some time ago... ...and as I'm sure you're probably aware, the sword's 'head' is the part at the very end of the hilt. It's written as 'head' in Japanese, but it's pronounced as 'kashira' I believe.
Ryunosuke:
Kashira...? So Mr Asogi's words really mean, 'twist the butt of the hilt'...? You, you don't think...
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Look what's inside it!
Susato:
Is, is that... ...a tightly wound sheet of parchment?!
Ryunosuke:
S-Scarlet ink! It's written in scarlet ink! 'I pen this, my last will and testament, in the final moments before my inevitable and willing death.' This, this is it, isn't it...?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Look at the signature at the end!
Ryunosuke:
Klint van Zieks... And the date...ten years ago, on that fateful night!
Susato:
So for ten years...it's been silently concealed inside Karuma and nobody knew... The last will and testament of Lord Klint van Zieks!
Ryunosuke:
......... Wait... Oh my goodness... (Look at this... This is unbelievable...)
Klint van Zieks's will has been entered into the Court Record.
Sword hilt (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
'Twist thy head and watch them fall, All thy mortal foes...' Kazuma's father certainly had a way with words.
Susato:
And he certainly thought up an ingenious hiding place, too. It seems almost playful at first, but I do wonder if over the years perhaps... ...the duties of the Asogi clan have actually called for such inventiveness.
Ryunosuke:
Protecting great secrets, you mean? Those sorts of duties? (Well, I could believe that. Kazuma conducts himself like someone with the weight of his clan's long and noble history on his shoulders.)
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
In pursuit of justice, Lord Klint van Zieks tragically lost all sense of morality. When he murdered his former mentor, clearly he was already devoid of his normal faculties.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
How dare you?! I refuse to believe that of my brother!
Stronghart:
Too much time has passed. We cannot ever hope to know more than we do now. Especially since the alleged will that he penned in his final moments appears to have been lost forever.
Van Zieks:
Argh!
Mikotoba:
Lord Stronghart...you appear to be in something of a hurry to wrap things up. I wonder why...
Stronghart:
.........
Mikotoba:
We've heard you state time and again during these proceedings... ...that everything you did was in the interests of protecting British law and order.
Stronghart:
And I stand by that. Without the Reaper, we could never have achieved the reduction in crime the capital has seen.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
What about Inspector Gregson then?
Stronghart:
...!
Kazuma:
And Dr Wilson. They were no criminals. You used them to achieve your ends...and then you had them killed!
Ryunosuke:
However you dress it up...there was nothing fair or just about that!
Stronghart:
.........
Mikotoba:
Lord Stronghart... ...what exactly is it that you're hiding?
Stronghart:
......... Dr Mikotoba... ...were you not to quietly withdraw after the translation of your former associate's will?
Mikotoba:
.........
Stronghart:
In this courtroom, no argument carries weight unless it is supported by evidence. And it would seem that the defence has no more evidence to present.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Stronghart:
In which case... ...I hereby order all discourse from these proceedings to be struck from the record!
Ryunosuke:
(This is my last chance...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(I have to present some decisive evidence now, or it's all over. ...But can I?)
Present evidence
Ryunosuke:
Wait, My Lord! As it happens...the defence does have evidence to present!
Stronghart:
Wha...? Don't be absurd! There is nothing of relevance remaining from the time!
Van Zieks:
Leads to:
"It's high time that you realised something...My Lord."
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(At critical times like this, I've always found myself thinking it's best to wait and see what happens.)
Susato:
I can't help feeling that perhaps you've missed countless opportunities as a result...
Ryunosuke:
How...?! How could you possibly know my life has been one long list of missed opportunities?!
Susato:
But you have a new opportunity here, Mr Naruhodo. For a change of direction! But you must be quick, before Lord Stronghart's improvised gavel hits the bench!
Stronghart:
That is all! This court is adjourned!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Not yet, My Lord! As it happens...the defence does have evidence to present!
Stronghart:
...Whatever evidence you think you have, I'm quite sure it's deserving of this.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, my life-altering change of direction came just a fraction too late...)
Stronghart:
There is quite simply nothing else of relevance remaining from the time!
Van Zieks:
Leads to:
"It's high time that you realised something...My Lord."
Van Zieks:
It's high time that you realised something...My Lord.
Stronghart:
...!
Van Zieks:
This gentleman has an uncanny habit... ...of producing evidence at the final hour that had escaped everyone else's attention!
Stronghart:
Nonsense...
Kazuma:
What is it, Ryunosuke?! What do you have?!
Ryunosuke:
......... I dare say... ...the final, decisive piece of evidence... that will reveal the whole truth about this rotten tale!
Kazuma:
How, how can you...?
Stronghart:
Decisive...?
Mikotoba:
Well, it would appear there's no escaping it now, My Lord.
Stronghart:
Let it be so, then. Present whatever you think you have that can settle this decade-old enigma...if you're capable. What exactly is this evidence that the defence claims to be so decisive?
Present Klint van Zieks's Will
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"There is a single piece of evidence that can clarify what really happened ten years ago."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Stronghart:
What did I say, Counsel? 'If you're capable' were my words.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Stronghart:
And this evidence clearly demonstrates you're not! You're capable only of destroying your own argument!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAARH! (Come on, Ryunosuke. We know that Asogi-san negotiated with Lord Stronghart ten years ago... ...using the last will and testament of Lord Klint van Zieks as bargaining power.)
Susato:
And yet after his death, that document couldn't be found in his cell at the prison.
Ryunosuke:
So...does the fact that it was never found mean...? (Could it still be hidden somewhere, undiscovered after all these years?) My Lord, the defence DOES have that evidence! And I'm ready to present it now!
Stronghart:
Well...it seems you're intent on more self-destruction.
Leads back to:
"Let it be so, then."
Ryunosuke:
There is a single piece of evidence that can clarify what really happened ten years ago.
Susato:
The last will and testament of Lord Klint van Zieks!
Stronghart:
Hah! A wonderfully astute observation, I'm sure. But in case it had escaped your notice...that document was lost long ago.
Ryunosuke:
That's right, it was. Only... ...I have it right here. Discovered just moments ago.
Stronghart:
Im-Impossible! That can't be!
Ryunosuke:
Everything that's happened...comes back to this will. This document... ...is the key that will unlock the entire mystery!
Stronghart:
Grrrrrr... GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Van Zieks:
My, my brother's last will and testament... Where did you find that?!
Ryunosuke:
It was rolled up inside this.
Kazuma:
I-Inside Karuma?!
Ryunosuke:
That ultimate weapon Genshin Asogi obtained has lain undisturbed in the hilt of this sword all these years... ...just waiting for the right time to emerge...and reveal the truth!
Mikotoba:
The signature and seal certainly look official.
Van Zieks:
......... My God, it's true... It's my brother's handwriting! There can be no mistake!
Stronghart:
I forbid the contents of that document from being read out! Do you hear me? I strictly forbid it!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
You can't do that, My Lord. This document could explain everything!
Stronghart:
That document could literally destroy the meaning of justice in this country! I demand that you hand it to me...AT ONCE!
Ryunosuke:
Why? What are you trying to hide?
Stronghart:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Could it be... ...that you already know what's written on this page?
Stronghart:
Argh! W-What are you implying?! Court is adjourned with immediate effect! Clear the courtroom!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Do that, My Lord... ...and you'll suffer a fatal blow as Lord Chief Justice.
Stronghart:
I beg your pardon?
Kazuma:
Forcibly ending a trial without good reason? And not any trial. A closed trial by order of Her Majesty the Queen. To defy the monarch's will is treason!
Stronghart:
Grrrrrr...
Lord Klint van Zieks really did pen a will that day...It's exactly as the young Japanese man said!Read it out! Now!We have a right to hear what's in that will! A right...and a duty!
Mikotoba:
Well well, My Lord... ...it would rather appear as though proceedings aren't going to go quite as you'd hoped.
Stronghart:
You... You fools...
Kazuma:
Go ahead, Ryunosuke. Read it! The prosecution...gives its full support!
Ryunosuke:
Very well then...
Stronghart:
No... For God's sake... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
'I pen this, my last will and testament, in the final moments before my inevitable and willing death. The hour is 11 p.m. and I sit at my writing desk in my office; my good friend Asogi stands at my shoulder. He has expressed his intent to invoke the dying ritual of the duel, that I may depart this world with honour. An honour of which I am utterly undeserving. The Japanese are a truly merciful people. I, Klint van Zieks, lord of the manor of the van Zieks estate, hereby confess to the following: I am the killer who has come to be known in society as "The Professor", guilty of four counts of murder. I will not here discourse the corruption rife among the aristocracy, which is to me, as one of them, so apparent. However, six months ago, I took the life of a member of the House of Lords at the heart of the depravity. A demon who habitually sacrificed the common man to further his own interests, abusing his position of power. The law is impotent against such vile avarice. Only a fellow demon can rid society of this menace. That demon was my quarry, upon whom I willingly set my great hound. But though I am a hunter of some experience, I am a poor felon, it seems. My guilt was at once recognized by another, and I became subject to his extortion. He held over me the threat of exposing my wicked crime to my beloved wife and brother. Under that threat, I have done this man's bidding for months now, killing those he demanded I kill. As I watched my former mentor perish before my eyes at the jaws of the hound I commanded... ...I realised that I had lost the last shred of decency within me...and sunk to the level of a wild beast. There is no path back to the light. Be it I or my dear friend Asogi who dies this night...I am eternally damned. To my extortioner, Mael Stronghart...may you feel the jaws of the beast at your throat every time you swallow.'
Ryunosuke:
So now we know! Yes, Klint van Zieks was a murderer... ...but somebody was directing him and naming his victims. His extortioner, Lord Mael Stronghart...it was you!
Stronghart:
.........
Mikotoba:
Lord Stronghart, a moment ago... ...you claimed that what the court has just heard could destroy justice in this country. But you weren't trying to protect justice at all. All you were trying to do... ...was conceal the secret of your true nature and the countless lives you've sacrificed up till now!
Stronghart:
.........
Van Zieks:
...It just didn't make sense to me. That the third victim, the former Lord Chief Justice, was my brother's benefactor, and a man of lofty principles. As I said...Klint had no possible reason to kill the man!
Kazuma:
But you did, didn't you, Lord Stronghart? To eliminate the man who stood between you and the office you'd set your sights on! So you used your own hunting dog - Lord Klint van Zieks - to take him down!
Stronghart:
......... It had to be done.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
London's unsavoury shadows are deep, and the arm of the law fails to reach their depths. Crime must be cut off at the roots! But the Lord Chief Justice at the time couldn't see that! He was weak! Lofty principles, you say? Tantamount to cowardice if you ask me! Which is why I took his place. In order to fight the crime he was allowing to spread like wildfire.
Van Zieks:
By murdering the man?
Stronghart:
The Reaper...the Professor...the name makes no difference. As I've explained countless times already, it was all done for the furtherance of law and order in London!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Are you going to legitimise the murder of my father now, too?
Stronghart:
Ah, Genshin Asogi... Well, that was unfortunate. I had fully intended to send him back to Japan as we'd agreed.
Kazuma:
I don't believe you! It was you, wasn't it? You killed him!
Stronghart:
......... No, it wasn't me who took your father's life.
Ryunosuke:
Then who?!
Stronghart:
On the night following his mock execution... ...I went to Lowgate Cemetery at three in the morning with Jigoku.
Ryunosuke:
J-Judge Jigoku?!
Stronghart:
There had to be a collaborator on the Japanese side to manage Asogi's treatment after his repatriation. Jigoku had fierce ambition. ...It made him easy to manipulate. Ten years ago, after he'd stood trial for the destruction of the witness stand, I had words with him. When I told him the position of Minister of Foreign Affairs could be his, he couldn't agree fast enough!
Mikotoba:
Seishiro... You fool...
Stronghart:
As you know, Asogi escaped the prison in a closed casket and was subsequently interred. We intended to dig him out of his grave before he ran out of air. But sadly...all did not go to plan.
AAAAAAAAAGH!!!
There was an unexpected visitor to the cemetery with his own ideas about digging up graves. A man who witnessed what nobody was supposed to see.
Ryunosuke:
Enoch Drebber...
Stronghart:
Of course, I knew graverobbers frequented London's cemeteries. But that grave on that particular night...
Blast! If people find out that the convict wasn't really executed... ...the scandal will rock the very foundations of the empire!
Then, then what do we do?
Shoot him, Mr Jigoku! Shoot Asogi at once! He can't live now this has happened! He has to go!
What are you talking about? You had an agreement! You promised him he could return to Japan!
Everything has changed now. If the truth got out because of this... ...both of us would be finished. Forever!
...!
Come on, Jigoku, do it! Pull the trigger! SHOOOOOOT!
*BANG!*
Jigoku shot Asogi from the shadows. The graverobber was so close, the blood sprayed over his coat. He fled as fast as his legs would carry him. Then Jigoku and I put Asogi's body back in the grave from which he'd just emerged.
Stronghart:
When I later learnt of the waxwork modeller's presence at the scene as well, I made her swear to two things: Never to remove the Professor's mask. And never to speak of the events of that night. And with that...the secret was buried along with Asogi's corpse. So...now you know what really happened in Lowgate Cemetery that night.
.........
Stronghart:
It was Jigoku, your Japanese acquaintance, who killed Asogi in the end, you see. He claimed to be the man's friend, but when push came to shove, he pulled the trigger.
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Just before Mr Jigoku left the courtroom earlier... ...he said that the assassin exchange proposal was a demand from his British counterpart, not a request.
Kazuma:
So you coerced him, too? Using what happened in the graveyard!
Stronghart:
By that time, Jigoku was the Minister of Foreign Affairs negotiating international treaties with Britain. You can imagine what would have happened if it came to light he'd murdered a compatriot ten years earlier. He would have lost everything. ...I merely reminded him of that.
Kazuma:
How do you sleep at night...?
Stronghart:
......... These past ten years, I've fought tirelessly with the darker recesses of London's criminal underworld. And I've used whatever means necessary to ensure that justice prevails and law and order reign supreme!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That couldn't be further from the truth. The fact is...you haven't fought crime at all!
Stronghart:
How dare you?! I saved Klint van Zieks from dishonour in his death!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Whilst behind the scenes, you systematically buried anyone who stood in your way. And then you made my father take the blame!
Stronghart:
It was unavoidable! It was the only way to protect our justice system and public order!
Kazuma:
Let's not forget the others you had killed as well. Setting the defendant up as the Reaper to cover up the truth behind the murders of countless more!
Stronghart:
That's...ENOOOUGH! Do you have any idea of the conniving that led to the acquittals of those WRETCHED criminals?! We have to fight fire with fire! Our courts can't function without a Reaper! Can't you see all I've done for this country?! This has been my struggle!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
You've done nothing! It's Lord van Zieks here who worked tirelessly and justly in court, whilst enduring the disgrace of the Reaper name!
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
And Inspector Gregson! Fraught with anguish for having sullied his hands through a desire to do the right thing! Not to mention Genshin Asogi, who risked his life going in pursuit of the truth you tried to hide! No, the darker recesses of London's underworld...were largely filled by you!
Stronghart:
You little... When will you get it through your thick skulls...?
Kazuma:
That it was all for Queen and Country? I'm tiring of that excuse. You've consistently twisted the truth for bargaining power to make others do your bidding. Nothing more.
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
People who willingly twist the truth and coerce others have no right to call themselves part of the judiciary! I strongly suggest, you don't EVER talk of justice again!
Stronghart:
Grrr... Garrrrrrrrr... GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Well, well, well... Dear me, my good fellows! Dear me! A well-deserved round of applause, I think, for a quite marvellous performance!
Ryunosuke:
W-What are you talking about?
Stronghart:
Those delightfully grave expressions! That beautifully pronounced Queen's English! Really, our friends from the Far East are quite the picture of industriousness!
Kazuma:
You fraud... Keep your mockery!
Stronghart:
Please, don't misunderstand! It really is exactly as you've both said.
Van Zieks:
What are you trying to say?
Stronghart:
I have occupied the darker recesses of London's underworld and - how did you put it? 'Done nothing'? I confess it's a little embarrassing to have it pointed out quite so starkly, but yes... ...I really have 'done nothing'. Which means... ...I can be indicted for nothing. ...No?
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?!
Van Zieks:
...!
Stronghart:
It's true! Personally, I have committed no crime! I've merely been surrounded by fools who've acted very rashly indeed!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
You, you can't get away with that! You've consistently preyed on people's weaknesses...
Stronghart:
And what? Threatened them? Are you sure it wasn't just bargaining? I would like to address all the good lords, ladies and gentlemen of the judiciary here present. You all know of these darker recesses in our great capital. And deep down, I believe you also know... ...that to fight those who dwell there requires at least some of us to occupy the darkness ourselves.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
...!
Stronghart:
So let me appeal to your good sense now. Consider the situation with me... If this catalogue of horrifying revelations... ...were to become common knowledge among the six million inhabitants of London, what might happen?
Van Zieks:
...!
Stronghart:
To learn that the infamous murderer of royals and nobles was a respected member of the aristocracy himself... That evidence was fabricated in the scapegoat's trial amid secret negotiations with prosecutors to effect a jailbreak... That the Reaper of the Bailey was an organised group of assassins managed by a Scotland Yard inspector... And finally... ...that it was all masterminded by the Lord Chief Justice himself!
Kazuma:
If the general public of Britain knew the truth... ...all faith in the police and Prosecutor's Office would be completely lost...without doubt.
Van Zieks:
Public order in the capital would completely break down. We'd be cast back to the lawless days of the last century.
Stronghart:
Precisely. As it was a hundred years ago, when one in ten of the population were criminals. Think what we've accomplished since then: a public policing force, a comprehensive set of laws... And if we want to continue to protect this new era of law and order... ...I say again: we must at times occupy the darkness ourselves! We have successfully identified and apprehended the man responsible for taking Inspector Gregson's life. That is all that was expected of this trial. All these other matters that have been discussed... ...will be eliminated from the minutes of these proceedings...in the interests of preserving law and order! And to protect Her Majesty the Queen, of course. Well, my lords, ladies and gentlemen? What say you?
He has a point...The things Lord Stronghart has done are quite unforgivable...But on the other hand...Isn't it our duty to maintain law and order in the capital?You can't deny that the threat of the Reaper over the years has done wonders for the crime rate...And by fair means or foul, that's all thanks to Lord Stronghart!Stronghart! Stronghart! Stronghart! Stronghart!
Ryunosuke:
Are, are you hearing this?
Kazuma:
This is the will of the British judiciary?!
Van Zieks:
.........
Stronghart:
For your rousing response, friends... I express my heartfelt gratitude. Therefore, in accordance with the overwhelming wishes of the court, the records shall be erased!
Ryunosuke:
(You have to respect the man's ability to turn a situation to his favour... Lord Stronghart really is a master of manipulation.)
Susato:
You've conclusively proven his guilt. Yet he still manages to evade justice. I, I just don't know what we can do...
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke...
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like the trial really is going to come to an end now. I'm almost out of options, I think.)
Raise an objection
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, when all the games are over, it's the obvious choice... Let my voice reverberate around the courtroom and make people listen to reason!)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
......... (...That was the easy part. But what do I say next?)
Stronghart:
As a man who has fought many battles in this very courtroom, let me offer some advice. Objections need substance behind them. Otherwise...they are merely objectionable.
Ryunosuke:
......... The defence...has no objection to being penalised in this instance.
Susato:
Fear not, Mr Naruhodo! I certainly won't object if you decided to make...perhaps a wiser choice now?
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, right! A wise choice. Of course. Here it comes... 
Leads to:
"Yes, as I know only too well..."
Use evidence
Leads to:
"Yes, as I know only too well..."
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(At critical times like this, I've always found myself thinking it's best to wait and see what happens.)
Susato:
I can't help feeling that perhaps you've missed countless opportunities as a result...
Ryunosuke:
How...?! How could you possibly know my life has been one long list of missed opportunities?!
Susato:
Then let us never have this discussion again!
Stronghart:
Bailiff! Sequester the minutes of the trial!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Not so fast, My Lord! The defence has evidence to present!
Stronghart:
You're always tardy, Counsel. I have no sympathy for tardiness.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...the resolve of Ryunosuke Naruhodo materialises a fraction too late again...)
Susato:
Fear not, Mr Naruhuodo! I certainly won't object if you decided to make...perhaps a wiser choice now?
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, right! A wise choice. Of course. Here it comes...
Leads to:
"Yes, as I know only too well..."
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, as I know only too well... ...the only thing that carries any weight in court...is hard evidence!)
Susato:
B-But, Mr Naruhodo... ...what evidence is there to use at this stage in the trial?
Ryunosuke:
I have an idea. I don't know whether anything will come of it, but... (...if there was ever a time for using this particular item we have among the evidence, it's now!)
Present Iris's Lucky Charm
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Oh my! Yes, Mr Sholmes asked if you had that with you earlier..."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
W-Why are you looking at me with those... disappointed eyes?
Susato:
I am your judicial assistant, Mr Naruhodo. I shall stand by you until the bitter end. ...No matter what misguided choices you might make!
Ryunosuke:
That's...very heartwarming...I think. But please, I can't bear that look! (I suppose we've used all of the evidence that's relevant to the case now. But I'm sure I was asked to take charge of a certain item for use in emergencies. I'd better find it quickly! Stronghart's cane is only a hair's breadth from the bench!)
Leads back to:
"B-But, Mr Naruhodo..."
Susato:
Oh my! Yes, Mr Sholmes asked if you had that with you earlier...
Ryunosuke:
We've exposed all of Lord Stronghart's wrongdoing now. I've no doubt that Mr Sholmes had already deduced exactly how the truth would unfurl.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
So I think it must be time for the great detective to take centre stage, don't you?
Susato:
......... Yes, absolutely! Let's take the hare by the ears, then! And heave!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, here goes! HEEEEEEAVE!
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ooow! My dear fellows, must I remind you every time? A gentle tug will suffice!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes!
You're looking in quite the wrong direction, Mr Naruhodo. Because I'm...over here!
Susato:
AAAAAAAAAH! M-Mr Naruhodo...he's...?
It's Mr Sholmes!
Mikotoba:
I, I wasn't expecting you back, Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Delighted to be here again...Lord Stronghart.
Stronghart:
What, what is the meaning of this? Bailiff! Seize him! Put that man in irons! This is... This is a closed court! You've been warned once already, man!
Bailiff:
W-Wot the... We, we can't get an 'old of 'im, My Lord! We, we just go right through 'im!
Sholmes:
I'm afraid your efforts are wasted. You see... ...the great detective you see before you, is composed entirely of light and shadow. An image, if you will. Mr Naruhodo, I must congratulate you on your fine deductions.
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Sholmes! What on earth is...?
Sholmes:
Are you familiar, I wonder, with the invention known as the telephone?
Ryunosuke:
Um, well yes... I hear that some public telephones have been installed recently in Tokyo.
Susato:
The sound of the speaker's voice is converted to an electrical signal and transmitted instantly to another place.
Sholmes:
Quite. Sounds are transmitted. So could not images keep them company, I mused. Iris and I did some modest experimentation to develop such a device specifically for this very day.
Susato:
'Modest experimentation', Mr Sholmes? What a modest description!
Sholmes:
And, somewhat incidentally, I thought we might just as well transit an entire scene.
Ryunosuke:
'Somewhat incidentally', Mr Sholmes? Now you're just being immodest!
Mikotoba:
Do, do you mean to say...you're not actually here, Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Ah, I knew my trusty partner would have no trouble grasping the concept.
Ryunosuke:
...Except he's grasping the stand to steady himself after your shock arrival.
Susato:
Poor Father... I would have hoped he might have been forewarned, being the great detective's great partner.
Stronghart:
Leave my courtroom at once! Get out! Or I swear to you...
Sholmes:
Dear me. You on the other hand, Lord Stronghart, appear to have a very poor grasp of the situation. Allow me to reiterate: I am not 'here'. Which would, I hope, lead naturally to one asking...
Kazuma:
Where exactly are you?
Sholmes:
The very question I was awaiting! I am at present enjoying the air in a rather splendid garden.
Ryunosuke:
A garden?
Sholmes:
Not just any garden, you understand. A garden at Buckingham Palace.
Stronghart:
What?! You, you can't be! Buckingham Palace?
Ryunosuke:
What's Buckingham Palace, Miss Susato? I've never heard of it.
Susato:
...Do you ever read the news, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Um...Mr Sholmes... ...is Iris with you there?
Sholmes:
Ah, well now... Iris is currently enjoying some tea... ...with Her Majesty.
Ryunosuke:
Her, Her Majesty?!
Sholmes:
Not just any 'Her Majesty' you understand. Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire.
Stronghart:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Ryunosuke:
What on earth is all this about?!
Susato:
Buckingham Palace is Her Majesty the Queen's residence in London, Mr Naruhodo!
Stronghart:
Order! Order in court! I demand immediate silence! Her, Her Majesty the Queen? You can't be...? I mean... No... This, this is some sort of unforgivably distasteful trickery by a third-rate detective, that's all!
Sholmes:
'Unforgivably distasteful trickery'... What an apt description. A closed court session attended by elite members of the judiciary is a rare event. I presumed that Her Majesty would be more than a little curious about the proceedings. So...I decided to show her. Everything...from start to finish.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?! You showed her?
Sholmes:
Indeed. By dint of the Herlock Sholmes Remote Cinematograph!
Stronghart:
You...meddling...
Van Zieks:
This is some kind of nightmare...
Sholmes:
Just as I appear to be standing before you, regaling you with talk of my latest invention... ...no doubt you've inferred...that the reverse is also true.
Kazuma:
You, you don't mean...?
Sholmes:
Her Majesty has seen and heard every moment of the proceedings. I assumed there would be no objection. After all... ...every trial in this country is conducted under the auspices of Her Majesty, as you know!
Stronghart:
You... You...
Sholmes:
I confess, I am quite impatient to hear Her Majesty's opinion... ...about the 'unforgivably distasteful trickery' in which you've been engaged over the past ten years.
Stronghart:
N-No! I, I was merely...
Iris:
Oh, so sorry to keep you all waiting! Vicky and I had so much to talk about!
Susato:
Iris! There you are!
Iris:
In fact, I have a little message here from Her Majesty.
Stronghart:
A, a message...?
Sholmes:
Well then, if everyone is sitting comfortably? Ahem... 'Forthwith and with immediate effect, all authority previously afforded to Mael Stronghart... ...is hereby revoked for evermore.'
Stronghart:
...Ah...
Sholmes:
'Furthermore, he will be prosecuted for crimes against his country in a public trial by jury in the coming days.'
Kazuma:
So...it seems that Her Majesty doesn't believe we need to fight fire with fire. Justice in this country needn't be administered from the shadows at all.
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mael Stronghart... ...the darkness you fostered to conceal your despicable actions these last ten years is a thing of the past now. After today... ...your brand of 'law and order' has no future. Because no longer are you the Lord Chief Justice... In the eyes of the law, and of Her Majesty the Queen... you are nothing...but a criminal!
Stronghart:
Adjourned! Adjourned! Adjourned! Adjourned! Adjourned! COURT IS ADJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNED!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Stronghart:
'Lord Klint van Zieks left a will in which he confessed to everything.' When those words came out of Asogi's mouth... it deranged me completely. I knew I must do anything and everything in my power to contain the situation. But I couldn't find the damned document. I searched his cell, but it wasn't there.
Sholmes:
Which precipitated the jailbreak plot, I presume?
Ryunosuke:
W-What do you mean?
Stronghart:
......... The need to obtain that will was all-consuming. I was sure that if I facilitated Asogi's escape, he would emerge with the will somewhere on his person. But despite searching his limp body in the cemetery that night...it still eluded me. It never even crossed my mind that it was concealed in the sword's hilt.
Van Zieks:
What pains me now... ...is that my brother left this world without a word to me.
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry, Lord van Zieks...
Susato:
In point of fact... ...I think perhaps that isn't the case.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
How can that be?
Susato:
There is more to his last will and testament.
Van Zieks:
What?
'As I confront the prospect of my demise... I feel bitter regret for my younger brother. Barok, you have always looked up to me, and now, you follow in my steps to become a prosecutor. It is my fervent wish that my unspeakable deeds should not hinder your advancement. I ask not for understanding, for none could understand my depravity. I ask only for forgiveness.'
Susato:
'Asogi is a fine detective, and a hunter worthy of respect. He has agreed to honour my final two wishes. The first is that this document survives. The second...I cannot commit to paper. I have confessed my sins to my wife. May she find resolution in my death. With my eternal gratitude to my Japanese friend, I rest my quill.
Klint van Zieks'
Van Zieks:
......... Klint...
Ryunosuke:
Mael Stronghart... ...you colluded with Seishiro Jigoku in a criminal plot so immense, it spanned the oceans. And you cold-heartedly murdered all those who knew the truth about what happened ten years ago. But why did you set about that now, a whole decade later?
Stronghart:
......... To ascend to the very peak.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
These last ten years made me realise: Being the Lord Chief Justice wasn't enough. Short of becoming Her Majesty's Attorney General... ...I could have no real power to effect the changes needed in this country. And for that promotion...I needed to ensure no 'remnants' of the past remained.
Kazuma:
How could you...?
Stronghart:
I like everything to run smoothly, in the exact manner that I prescribe. Like a well-oiled machine. And I was just a step away...
Van Zieks:
And for your ambition to succeed... ...did you even bother to count the number of brilliant people you had killed?!
Stronghart:
.........
Sholmes:
Ah, Mr Reaper, are you not forgetting something?
Van Zieks:
Such as...?
Sholmes:
You've very much adopted your usual prosecutor-like demeanour in the proceedings now. But the reality of the situation is that you are the defendant in this trial.
Van Zieks:
Ah...
Sholmes:
However, the presiding judge would appear to have fallen from the bench, as it were. May I suggest, therefore, that we entrust the final adjudication to an old friend?
Van Zieks:
M-My Lord!
Judge:
As a member of the judiciary, I have been following the proceedings from the gallery. And I must say...I shan't ever forget the extraordinary battle between good and evil that I witnessed here today. The darkness that has blighted justice in our land these past ten years has at last been dispelled. Thanks, in no small part, to the efforts of a bright young star from the East. Defence Counsel Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, My Lord?!
Judge:
On behalf of everyone here present in the Old Bailey, I give you my heartfelt thanks.
Ryunosuke:
You're too kind, My Lord!
Van Zieks:
The first time I faced you in court, just under a year ago now... ...I had the faintest of intimations. That if British justice, so warped and twisted over its long history, was finally to know change... ...this might just be the man to do it.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Van Zieks:
But at the time, I wouldn't allow myself to acknowledge the possibility. I couldn't overcome my hatred of the Japanese, after the circumstances of my brother's death. Mr Naruhodo... Allow me to apologise for countless discourtesies on my part. You are a lawyer of boundless talent.
Susato:
Oh, Lord van Zieks...
Ryunosuke:
......... When I first arrived in Great Britain... ...I was literally a nobody. Certainly not a lawyer. The truth is, my fortunes have entirely been made by the miraculous people I've met. My best friend, Kazuma Asogi, who led me here to Britain in the first place... My loyal and ever-patient judicial assistant, Miss Susato, who helped me study to become a lawyer... The brilliant Lord van Zieks, who never failed to challenge his 'Nipponese' rival. And not to mention... ...the exceptional master of logic and reasoning, who showed me the true art of deduction...Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Saving the best for last, Mr Naruhodo? ...What a relief.
Ryunosuke:
I'm well aware...that without all these people's help and support, I wouldn't be where I am today. The truth is a guiding light that always leads to happiness.  I've lived by that principle for a long time now. But actually, it's not true.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
The truth can also cause great pain. Sometimes even leave people on the brink of despair.
Kazuma:
And for that reason, there are those who feel the need to hide the truth. Who do it instinctively, even.
Ryunosuke:
But as soon as we allow our eyes to settle on something other than the truth...the darkness takes hold. And from there it grows, until eventually...it makes us blind to the guiding light of the truth altogether. So that's why it's my belief... ...that we must all resolve never to avert our eyes from what is just and true. So that we can continue to walk the straight and narrow path ahead.
Sholmes:
Well, I must excuse myself now. But before I go, Mr Naruhodo, let me compliment you on your grand opus.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?!
Sholmes:
Without your beautifully composed case against Lord Stronghart, Her Majesty would have been unable to act. Thanks to you and your fellows, the haunting undertones corrupting Britain's justice system have been silenced!
Ryunosuke:
Erm... Thank you very much!
Sholmes:
So...until our paths cross again somewhere!
Judge:
Well then... ...it would appear that this long trial has finally come to an end.
Van Zieks:
......... My apologies for any anxiety caused, My Lord.
Judge:
I'm quite sure we shall meet again here in the courtroom before long, Prosecutor Barok van Zieks. In conclusion of these proceedings, I hereby declare the defendant, Barok van Zieks...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned!
4th November, 4:21 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
(It...really is all over. ...But did I sacrifice too much?)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... I really must congratulate you. It was a truly...truly splendid performance! Honestly...I couldn't be happier for you!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, thank you very much. But I really couldn't have done it without you at my side through it all, Miss Susato.
Susato:
Oh! ......... Your kind words mean so much to me.
Mikotoba:
It really was a very splendid show, that, Naruhodo. I'd have thought you'd be smiling from ear to ear, but you look rather glum.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well...of course I'm delighted about the verdict. But in exposing the truth, I'm afraid I've caused my client a great deal of pain. I'm really not sure that's what a lawyer ought to be doing.
Susato:
Oh well, in that case... ...I'm quite sure that when you see Lord van Zieks's smiling face, everything will seem much better!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Um, Miss Susato... ...everything seems worse. He has a face like thunder.
Susato:
Oh dear... I really shouldn't have presumed...
Van Zieks:
Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Uh! Um...yes?
Van Zieks:
Almost a year it's been now, since I first encountered you here in this very courthouse. For you to have risen to the level of excellence you demonstrated today... Well, it's quite remarkable.
Ryunosuke:
But, but I... I exposed the most unpalatable truth you could ever have imagined in court today. I feel as though I've robbed you of something you held so dear...
Van Zieks:
......... What was it he said? 'To fight those who dwell in the darkness requires at least some of us to occupy the darkness ourselves.'
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
But that... That was just the feeble excuse of a coward. Only those with a steadfast eye for the truth have what it takes to fight the dark forces of crime. You made fine work of establishing that fact in court today.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Well...thank you!
Susato:
What magnanimous words! ...I'm quite sure that Kazuma-sama would have a smile on his face at this very moment if he were here!
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma...)
Kazuma:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Um, Miss Susato... ...there's another face like thunder here.
Susato:
Oh my! And he really was here...
Kazuma:
Lord van Zieks... Allow me to congratulate you on your acquittal.
Van Zieks:
Congratulate me? Or curse me? You failed to bring down the Reaper.
Kazuma:
......... I owe you an apology.
Van Zieks:
......... No, it is I who should apologise. Your father, Genshin... If I had been stronger, then perhaps... I made an unforgivable error of judgement. ...I can offer no excuse.
Kazuma:
......... And I can offer no forgiveness. That said......... ...I suppose you fought for justice and the truth. For that at least, I can't withhold respect.
Van Zieks:
......... Your words mean more to me than you could know. I will hold them dear.
Susato:
Kazuma-sama...
Kazuma:
......... I must say... ...there's one thing that's still bothering me.
Ryunosuke:
What's that?
Kazuma:
The will that Lord Klint van Zieks wrote before his duel with my father.
Ryunosuke:
...!
'Asogi is a fine detective, and a hunter worthy of respect. He has agreed to honour my final two wishes. The first is that this document survives. The second...I cannot commit to paper. I have confessed my sins to my wife. May she find resolution in my death. With my eternal gratitude to my Japanese friend, I rest my quill.
Klint van Zieks'
Kazuma:
What can the second of his final wishes have been?
Van Zieks:
That your father agreed to honour, you mean? Hm...
???:
I think perhaps...
Mikotoba:
...I might be able to shed some light on that.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Susato:
Father?!
Mikotoba:
It was ten years ago, as you know. The day before... Before the execution was scheduled. I went to the prison to say my farewells to Genshin.
Mikotoba:
Why aren't you putting up more of a fight, Genshin? If you'd only agree to it, Seishiro and I would gladly petition the government...
Asogi:
We've been through this already. You don't need to worry about me. Anyway, Yujin... ...I have a favour to ask of you. Something of great importance.
Mikotoba:
You're one of my greatest friends, Genshin. Whatever it is, consider it done.
Asogi:
......... I'm going to tell you an address. I need you to go there at once, in secret and telling no one. You should find a lady of the gentry in hiding there.
Mikotoba:
A lady of the gentry?
Asogi:
She's not in a good way. And she's with child. The birth is imminent. As a medical man, I'd like you to attend to her. Please, you're her only hope.
Mikotoba:
By any chance...is the child yours, Genshin?
Asogi:
Don't be daft. It's a favour that was asked of me by a man I knew... as his dying wish.
Mikotoba:
My goodness...
Asogi:
I swore to the man that I would help. That I would do whatever I could for his wife and his unborn child. But if something should happen to me... ...I need to ask you that same favour. You're the only person I know that I can truly rely on.
Mikotoba:
W-What did you say? 'If' something should happen to you?! Tomorrow night, you're going to be...! To be.........
Asogi:
Heh heh heh... You never know though, do you? What life will bring.
Mikotoba:
......... Alright then. Tell me the address. I'll head there at once with Seishiro and-
Asogi:
No. Not with him.
Mikotoba:
Pardon?
Asogi:
This is a favour I'm asking of you. And only you, Yujin.
Mikotoba:
......... Right. I see. ...Very well, then.
Mikotoba:
That very night, I caught a train from Paddington to Dartmoor in Devon. I found the old house. In the middle of nowhere, it was. An old hunting hound lay asleep in the grounds. The poor woman was on the floor at the back of a darkened room. She was in mortal danger. I broke her waters to precipitate the labour before she weakened further, but it was a tortuous birth. I did everything humanly possibly [sic] for her and her child. And in the end, I was lucky enough to welcome a new life into the world. But tragically... ...my efforts to save the mother's life were in vain. I held the healthy newborn girl in my arms and wept for...longer than I care to remember. Eventually, in something of a daze, I looked around the room.
There was precious little in it. But an old travel trunk caught my eye. It had clearly been well looked after over the years. Made of top-quality leather with fine stitching. But it was when I saw the emblem on the side of it that everything dropped into place. 'B' for 'Baskerville'.
Susato:
B-Baskerville?!
Ryunosuke:
You mean...the woman was the wife of Lord Klint van Zieks?!
Mikotoba:
That's right. The newborn was his daughter.
Van Zieks:
But...but that makes no sense! Why on earth wouldn't Klint have entrusted the child to my care in that case?! I was completely unaware that he even had a daughter!
Ryunosuke:
I suppose...he didn't really have any choice.
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Well, your brother said that he'd confessed everything to his wife. So she must have been beside herself with worry for her child. If the true identity of the Professor were ever to be made public... ...the girl would be forever branded as the daughter of the infamous mass murderer.
Van Zieks:
Ah!
Kazuma:
So the only solution... ...was to distance the young girl from the van Zieks family as much as possible.
Van Zieks:
I...don't believe it...
Mikotoba:
I imagine that in his final hour, Lord Klint van Zieks made the obvious choice. He would have thought to himself, 'This Japanese man here is someone I can trust...'
Van Zieks:
.........
Mikotoba:
I honoured my promise to Genshin, of course. However... ...only a month later, I was summoned back to Japan. And without disclosing the parentage of the child, I couldn't obtain permission to take her with me.
Susato:
Oh how awful...
Mikotoba:
I was completely at a loss. In the end, I had to ask my great friend. I asked him if he would be a father to her.
Ryunosuke:
That...being Mr Sholmes, I presume?
Mikotoba:
Yes. He took one look into my eyes and agreed to it on the spot.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes... He has a heart of gold...)
Mikotoba:
Really, all it can be said that I did for the child... ...was to give her a name.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Mikotoba:
When I'd come to Britain, I was trying to escape from the grief of losing my darling wife. So it was her name that I gave the little girl.
Ryunosuke:
Your wife's name, Professor Mikotoba... In other words...
Susato:
...The name of my mother... Ayame Mikotoba.........
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Mikotoba:
That's right, Ayame. Or in English...Iris.
Ryunosuke:
Iris...
Susato:
......... I, I had no idea...
*Ding-dong...*
Ryunosuke:
OOOUUUCH!
Susato:
M-Mr Naruhodo! What's wrong?!
Ryunosuke:
Th-This little thing just pinched me on the behind through my trouser pocket! Hard!
Sholmes:
Ah, my dear fellows! Can you hear me?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes...is that you?
*Ding-dong...*
Ryunosuke:
OOOUUUCH! Yes, yes, we can hear you!
Sholmes:
You see what excessive tugging can do? Let that be a lesson to you!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, we weren't able to thank you properly before, but you were simply marvellous! Your checkmate move was a stroke of genius!
Sholmes:
Indeed it was, wasn't it? I surpassed myself, I feel. It had become apparent to me that to stop the Lord Chief Injustice would require such measures.
Iris:
Ruuuno! Suuusie!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Iris!
Mikotoba:
...!
Kazuma:
...!
Van Zieks:
...!
Iris:
Oh, I'm so pleased! What a wonderful outcome! Her Majesty Queen Vicky said she thought my special blend was delicious!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...I'm sure she did. After all, no one brews a more delicious tea than you do, Iris.
Iris:
Let's have a party to celebrate! And Mr Reaper, you simply must come, too!
Van Zieks:
Wha... Erm... I'm, I'm afraid I couldn't...
Ryunosuke:
(The Reaper of the Bailey, flustered by a ten-year-old girl...again.)
Iris:
No! Really?! Oh pooh...
Van Zieks:
But...I give you my word... ...that I shall present myself at your residence in the near future to express my gratitude.
Susato:
Oh how lovely...
Iris:
You've promised now. I won't let you forget! ...Bye for now, then!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, Iris. Thank you for all your help earlier.
Iris:
Oh, that was nothing. Just come back home soon!
*Ding-dong...*
Ryunosuke:
OOOUUUCH! (Uuugh... One final pinch goodbye, was it?)
Kazuma:
Well, I think I ought to be leaving. Lord van Zieks, would you care to accompany me?
Van Zieks:
Certainly. Mr Naruhodo, allow me once again to express my deep gratitude to you. I believe...you saved my life.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
...Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Um... What are you intending to do now?
Van Zieks:
......... Well clearly, I shall have to resign from the Prosecutor's Office.
Susato:
Oh no!
Van Zieks:
I intend to publicise the full truth about the Professor case. Once that's done, the van Zieks family will be ostracised completely from London society.
Susato:
Surely not...
Van Zieks:
So as soon as I am free from my employment, I shall leave the capital.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I see...
???:
Don't be a fool.
Kazuma:
Are those the actions of a man once feared as the mighty Reaper of the Bailey?
Van Zieks:
I beg your pardon?
Kazuma:
For the past ten years, you've endured that pseudonym and been cast as one of the dark forces yourself. Now that you've finally been freed from that disrepute, your battle is just beginning, surely?
Van Zieks:
Well...I certainly never expected to hear those words from your lips.
Kazuma:
I waited a very long time to come to London. Now I'm properly here, I intend to learn all that I can. Anyway, goodbye for now... Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma Asogi... It seems as though he's really matured suddenly.
Susato:
He's not the only one who's matured, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Susato:
Well, I think we should make our way back to Baker Street. We must help Iris with tonight's dinner!
Ryunosuke:
We must!
(It was then... ...that I came to an important decision about my future.)
4th November, 6:25 p.m.
Sholmes's Suite
Ryunosuke:
I'm home! Agh!
Gina:
'Bout time you got 'ere! We've been waitin' ages, 'Oddo.
Ryunosuke:
W-What are you doing with that...colourful piece of history?
Gina:
It's a party, innit? It's gotta go off wiv a bang! I mean fireworks, ideally. But when you ain't got fire, smoke's the next best thing, ain't it?
Ryunosuke:
There's a girl on Fresno Street who could help you with that, I think.
Gina:
Right...I'll remember that.
Ryunosuke:
You don't have to reload that thing every time I speak...
???:
You really must hear this! It's quite the most extraordinary thing!
Sholmes:
I assure you, it will defy your expectations! Take down every detail now, Mikotoba.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, the world-famous great detective, regaling his partner with the tale of his adventure... A sight to behold!)
Sholmes:
Would you care to hazard a guess? Where do you suppose the fiendish runaway had concealed himself? Would you believe...inside the trunk I found abandoned in his cabin?!
Mikotoba:
......... I would believe it, yes.
Sholmes:
I say, Mikotoba...I detect not a hint of surprise.
Mikotoba:
I wonder why that is, hm? Maybe because I was there at the scene as well, Sholmes.
Sholmes:
What?! You were?! Then why the deuce didn't you say so before?!
Ryunosuke:
(Not quite the sight I was expecting to behold, but still... ...it's hard not to feel privileged to see it.) Hello, Mr Sholmes! Professor Mikotoba. I'm finally back from the Bailey.
Sholmes:
And not a moment too soon! A feast prepared by Iris and Miss Susato awaits!
Mikotoba:
I must say, I haven't seen Susato looking so happy in a very long time.
Iris:
Ah, Runo! There you are!
Susato:
Dinner is on the table, everyone. Please, do come and take a seat!
Gina:
Time to fill me boots!
Susato:
Goodness! Is that really true, Gina?
Gina:
Yup! I'm losin' me copper's clobber an' goin' back to wot I know best! It's a diver's life for me!
Iris:
You're really leaving the police force? But why, Ginny?
Gina:
......... Well...the boss ain't around no more, so...
Iris:
Oh...
Gina:
An' anyway, no matter 'ow 'ard I try... ...that Reaper ain't never gonna accept a diver-turned-dick, is 'e?
Iris:
Well...people can change, you know...
Sholmes:
Ah yes, that reminds me... ...I rather thoughtfully offered to relieve the bailiff of this now-defunct piece of evidence.
Gina:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
It's...the inspector's pocket watch! (And the crown has been reattached.)
Mikotoba:
That watch was his pride and joy. A symbol of his great achievements at Scotland Yard. For ten years without fail, it measured every second of the man's remarkable career.
Iris:
But now...it's stopped...
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Someone needs to keep the memory of Inspector Gregson's career alive... ...by taking on the great responsibility of winding that watch every single day again.
Susato:
Yes, someone with an equally fierce detective's spirit!
Gina:
......... It's gotta be me! There ain't no one else!
Susato:
Quite right...
Gina:
I mean, after all, the boss was... Well, 'e was MY boss.
Iris:
Yes, Ginny! Yes he was!
Gina:
......... Oh yeah, and I made you a promise an' all, didn't I, Iris? That I'd become a proper detective one day an' track down yer old man.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Gina:
Alright then, it's decided! I'll do it! An' I swear... ...I'll find yer dad an' bring 'im in kickin' an' screamin'!
Sholmes:
I'm...not entirely sure that would be appropriate.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think, Gina...it might be best to, well...
Iris:
I think I'd like you to forget that promise, Ginny.
Gina:
Eh?
Ryunosuke:
Iris?
Iris:
Well, obviously I've always wondered about who my real daddy is. Of course I have. I wanted to know where I've come from. I thought it might tell me something about myself. But I've caused such a lot of trouble trying to find out. For so many people. Hurley, Runo, Professor Mickey...
Mikotoba:
Oh no, not at all, my dear! Really, you owe no apology to anyone...
Iris:
Well anyway, I've decided to give up on it. Because I've finally realised: My daddy...is the greatest in the world! I don't think it matters what his name is or where he's from. Don't you agree? Hurley?
Sholmes:
......... With every word, Iris.
Iris:
Thank you, Hurley. ...Thank you, Daddy.
Sholmes:
......... I think, Mikotoba...
Mikotoba:
Yes, Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I think that I ought to express my gratitude to you.
Mikotoba:
Oh?
Sholmes:
For six years, you and I solved many a mystery together. And during that time, I remember countless expressions of gratitude for our good services. But a moment ago, I heard the most pleasing expression of gratitude of them all. And I should never have experienced it...were it not for you.
Mikotoba:
You old softy, Sholmes... But I must confess, it's a weight off my mind to hear you say it.
Sholmes:
Well then! I think this calls for a lengthy violin recital, wouldn't you say?
Iris:
Oh, well...the food would go cold, that's the only problem. Maybe next week, Hurley?
Sholmes:
...Are you sure a week is long enough, Iris? Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
(Even amidst the most troubling of cases... Even reeling from the most shocking of revelations... ...returning in the evening to this suite of rooms, there's always warmth and happiness to be had. The home of the world's greatest detective...and my home, too, with my greatest family.)
4th November, 9:37 p.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Ryunosuke:
(This attic room has been my home and office for almost a year now. I've certainly had some unforgettable experiences whilst I've lived here. But I think now...the time has come. Time to bid this place farewell.)
???:
Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Professor!
Mikotoba:
Are you alone? I didn't hear any sound from Susato's room.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Susato-san went out after dinner. She took a carriage. Something about an important matter she needed to take care of.
Mikotoba:
Ah...I see. ......... I wanted to thank you for what you did earlier.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Mikotoba:
With Iris, I mean. When the subject of her father came up.
Ryunosuke:
(Lord Klint van Zieks...)
Mikotoba:
I made up my mind many years ago never to tell her who her real father was. It's what was agreed with Genshin after all.
Ryunosuke:
Lord Klint van Zieks's final wishes before he died, you mean?
Mikotoba:
Yes. I've had to take some rather drastic steps at times to protect that secret, you know. ...Calling Susato back to Japan six months ago, for example.
Ryunosuke:
...! (That's why?)
Mikotoba:
When I read Soseki-san's report about his final days in London, my heart nearly stopped. You'd stumbled across the crux of that terrible case: the dog's collar. The description of the Baskerville insignia left me in no doubt.
Ryunosuke:
Baskerville...
Mikotoba:
If you'd decided to investigate that insignia, sooner or later you'd have made the connection to the van Zieks. And to make matters worse, Susato knew of the unpublished story as well. The story that Iris had written based on my notes from the time.
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'...
Mikotoba:
Exactly. It was a work of fiction, but based on the grim reality of a huge beast of a dog being used as a murder weapon. A dog with the Baskerville family emblem around its neck. Armed with those two clues, I feared you and Susato might arrive at the truth. So I invented that story about having collapsed to justify her leaving London and returning to Japan at once. All in aid of halting any investigations you and she might have been contemplating.
Ryunosuke:
I see... Something I've never understood... ...is why Susato-san came across that manuscript in Japan, though. You know, Iris's 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' story, I mean.
Mikotoba:
Sholmes sent it to me. That was before Susato left Japan. He was very troubled about what should be done about it, you see. I'd read it and carelessly left it on my desk. Which is where Susato came across it, of course.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Mikotoba:
It was the only case Sholmes and I ever pursued that I didn't record in meticulous detail. I was stunned when I discovered that young Iris had pieced together so much of it from my paltry notes. Sholmes and I discussed the matter, and decided that we couldn't allow the story's publication. At that point, I returned the manuscript by post to Sholmes for safekeeping.
Ryunosuke:
...So you did all that to stop Iris from finding out the truth about her father...
Mikotoba:
That's right. Because Sholmes had told me how astute she'd become. ......... However, having witnessed events in court today, I must say my opinion has somewhat shifted.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Mikotoba:
I think at some point in the future, the time will come for Iris to know the truth. And when it does, well... I believe it will be for the best.
Ryunosuke:
......... I think so, too. ......... Actually, Professor... ...I, I wanted to talk to you about something, too.
Mikotoba:
......... Judging from that expression, I'd say you've come to a decision, have you?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I have. I...will be returning with you to Japan.
Mikotoba:
Are you quite sure?
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm really only here as a substitute for Kazuma. But he's here in Britain now, as originally intended. Locum Student Naruhodo doesn't really have a right to stay, I think.
Mikotoba:
...I see.
Ryunosuke:
Looking back now, when I first arrived here in February... ...my becoming a lawyer just seemed to be the way things turned out. With Kazuma, Susato-san and Mr Sholmes all gently pushing me in that direction. I spent the best part of a year immersed in this world, but always aware of a seed of doubt inside me. Until today. Standing in that courtroom earlier, all doubts vanished from my mind. I was totally focused. I was sure of my belief in my client, and I was sure I could see the trial through. And at the end of it, I finally realised. No one else chose the path for me. I chose it myself.
Mikotoba:
The path of a defence lawyer, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's what I am now. That's what I'll be going back with you to Japan as. And that's the path I'll be following for the rest of my life.
Mikotoba:
Well, it sounds like you've made quite a resolution there.
Ryunosuke:
I have!
Mikotoba:
Very well, then. I must say, it's extremely welcome news. I shall make arrangements for your return first thing tomorrow. But I don't imagine we'll depart for a few days.
Ryunosuke:
Not with the symposium having been cancelled now. Such a shame...
Mikotoba:
Never mind. I'm sure there'll be other opportunities in the future. ...Well then, I'll bid you good night.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
S-Susato-san...
Susato:
I...just wanted to let you know I'm back.
Ryunosuke:
Did you, um... ...hear what your father and I were discussing?
Susato:
I'm sorry, I did, yes. I...couldn't help but...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...How much did you hear?
Susato:
Well... ...from the part about Iris's real father, I think.
Ryunosuke:
...In other words, from the beginning.
Susato:
......... So you've made up your mind. You'll return to Japan and continue working as a defence lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...yes. I'm, I'm sorry. I really should have consulted you about it. I did want to earlier this evening, actually. But you'd already gone out.
Susato:
Oh no, that's quite alright. I already knew that it's what you'd decide, Naruhodo-san.
Ryunosuke:
You did?!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Um...Susato-san...
Susato:
Ah! ...Yes?
Ryunosuke:
I suppose this means it...has to be farewell soon.
Susato:
I suppose...
Ryunosuke:
You'll be a great help to Kazuma going forward. I mean, I know he's a brilliant lawyer, but he's new to the British courtroom. He'll certainly benefit greatly having a brilliant judicial assistant at his side.
Susato:
...I'll do my very best.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I wish I could say it, but I just can't. I can't ask her to come with me. After all... ...she was always supposed to be coming to Britain as Kazuma's assistant.)
Susato:
...It's growing late. We should both try to get some sleep. I'm sure you must be exhausted after today.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes...you're right.
Susato:
Before I retire, let me just say one more time: You really were quite splendid in court today. So if you ask me... ...anyone who thinks of you as a substitute or a locum should be ashamed of themselves!
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san... ...Thank you.
7th November, 5:42 a.m.
Port of Dover, Quayside
Ryunosuke:
(I can't believe this day's finally come...)
Iris:
...You're really leaving then, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid so, Iris. Thank you so much for everything. I don't know what I'll do without your wonderful cooking and delicious tea.
Iris:
Oh...I wish you weren't going... But, but you have to come back and visit! Say you will!
Ryunosuke:
Of course. ...I promise.
Mikotoba:
Well, it was a very brief reunion, but... ...it was a pleasure to pursue a case with you again after so long. For a while at least, it felt like old times.
Sholmes:
Yes, I...suppose on reflection... ...there's something to be said for it. Having a little fun once in a while.
Iris:
I'll just go and say goodbye to the professor as well, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, Iris, you do that.
*HOOOOOONK*
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san...
Susato:
I've just checked, Naruhodo-san. Your luggage is already on board. Such a beautiful morning. Perfect for embarking on a journey, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Before I set off...I'd just like to say how thankful I am for everything you've done for me. And give my warmest regards to Kazuma, please.
Susato:
Actually...I think you ought to give him your regards in person, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry?
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke...
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma! Wh-What are you doing here?!
Kazuma:
Ha ha ha ha hah! Do you really think I'd miss my best friend's departure?
Ryunosuke:
...Thanks. To be honest, I'd been looking forward to our wild time tearing up the streets of Her Majesty's capital, but...
Kazuma:
Mm. Well...we'll have to save that for another time. Personally, I'm looking forward to facing you in court again.
Ryunosuke:
Me too. ...But...we're both defence lawyers so...
Kazuma:
I'm going to become a prosecutor. I'll stay in Lord van Zieks's tutelage for the time being, but before long... ...I intend to be just as formidable as the Reaper himself.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I see.
Kazuma:
Actually, Ryunosuke, I have a favour to ask.
Ryunosuke:
Name it.
Kazuma:
I'd like you...to take care of this for me for a while.
Ryunosuke:
Karuma?! ...Why?
Kazuma:
Because I've seen it now. I've seen what's inside me. The demon that reared its ugly head that day. It was only for the briefest of moments, the last time I came face to face with that inspector... ...but it was unmistakable. I wanted to kill him. I've always known there are demons that live inside people. And now I know there is one in me. The fact that it very nearly consumed me is something I'll carry with me until the end of my days... ...while I devote my life to fighting those whose demons have got the better of them... ...as a prosecutor!
Ryunosuke:
So...that's what you've resolved to do, is it?
Kazuma:
Until I'm ready to face the demon with me - to slay it once and for all... ...I leave this in your care. If you'll take it.
Ryunosuke:
Of course I will. I'll keep it by my side. Always.
Ryunosuke:
Until we meet again, then. You have your path to follow, and I have mine.
Susato:
Um...Naruhodo-san... ...the path you're going to follow from now on... I wonder...if I might follow it at your side. Un-Unless I'd be a burden?
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? I mean...I, I w-would very much like you to come with me! But, but aren't you...?
Kazuma:
Hah hah ha ha ha hah! You're so predictable, Ryunosuke!
Ryunosuke:
I am?
Kazuma:
Honestly, you never change at all! But that's what I like about you.
Ryunosuke:
You, you mean...you knew about this?
Kazuma:
It was the evening after Lord van Zieks's trial came to an end. She came to see me at the Prosecutor's Office.
Ryunosuke:
Really? (When I had that conversation with Professor Mikotoba...)
Kazuma:
So you'd go with Ryunosuke back to Japan?
Susato:
...Yes. I know it's unfair of me to follow my own interests like this.
Kazuma:
Coming here especially to tell me... You're a stickler for etiquette, aren't you? Well...what are his feelings?
Susato:
We've never discussed it, of course. And Naruhodo-san has made no such suggestion. I worry that perhaps I'd be a burden to him.
Kazuma:
He's just as much of a stickler for etiquette as you are. He'd never say anything before he was asked. But I'd feel happy knowing you were with him. ...Look out for him on my behalf, will you?
Susato:
Of course!
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san...
Susato:
W-What do you think, Naruhodo-san?
Ryunosuke:
With you by my side... no trial would seem too daunting. So if you're willing, I'd be honoured if you'd come with me. Together we can take on the world!
Susato:
I'm terribly incompetent, but if you'll have me, I'd be delighted!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...n-no, not at all! If anyone's terribly incompetent, it's me! Aaagh!
Susato:
What's wrong?
Ryunosuke:
Your luggage, Susato-san! There's no time! The ship's going to set sail any minute now!
Susato:
Aah... It's alright, there's no need to worry. As it happens, my luggage is...already on board, too.
Ryunosuke:
It is...?
Kazuma:
Ah hah hah hah hah hah! Your fine judicial assistant has everything in hand as always, I see.
*HOOOOOONK*
Iris:
Ruuunooo! Your ship's about to leave!
Kazuma:
Time to go then. Look after yourself, Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...draw your sword.
Kazuma:
...!
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Ryunosuke:
One day...when our paths cross once more... ...we'll fight a duel. A duel of words, across the courtroom. A day I eagerly await...as a lawyer.
Kazuma:
......... I've been waiting to hear you say that...partner!
Ryunosuke:
Don't forget me then, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
As if I could...Ryunosuke!
Ryunosuke:
And Mr Sholmes...thank you so much. I'm very much indebted to you.
Sholmes:
Indeed, Mr Naruhodo, I believe you are.
Ryunosuke:
I'll never forget all you've done for me during my time in London.
Sholmes:
Quite. I should like to think you will remember your debt of gratitude... ...especially when I visit you in your country.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
The truth is, although many are ignorant of the fact... ...the world is far smaller than most folk realise.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I'd be delighted if you came to Japan one day!
Susato:
Oh yes! We'd welcome you with open arms, Mr Sholmes!
Iris:
Oooh, that sounds wonderful! I can't wait!
Sholmes:
In that case, let us conclude that this is to be merely a brief parting, my dear fellows!
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Ryunosuke:
And that brings us to the end of my adventures in Great Britain. A peculiar twist of fate brought me halfway around the world those many months ago. But that was just the start of my journey. Who knows where fate will lead me next? Still, I'm confident this won't be my last meeting with the friends I've made in London. And when we're together again... ...no doubt the first words I'll hear will be...
Anime cutscene
'Come! The game is afoot!' The ship with our friends from the East sailed steadily towards the distant horizon. But Sholmes's face was alight with joy. 'The times may change, but a steadfast friendship will remain true, Wilson.'
Iris:
'We have but to gently close our eyes, and we are with our companions once more.' ...So I do just that. And when I do...I can hear his, strong familiar voice ring out.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Iris:
Until we meet again, Runo!
Sholmes:
I've been thoroughly inundated with enquiries about my Remote Cinematograph since that day. But I'm no purveyor of electrical goods! And what of the promised closed court secrecy? Anyway, I've decided an absence from London is in order. A sojourn in distant climes. The Empire of Japan, perhaps... I understand that 'wardrobe class' incurs no charge whatsoever.
Iris:
I gave a little note to Hurley the other day. It just said, 'Thank you for everything, Daddy.' But it made Hurley cry... And I gave him some lotion I'd invented as well. To dye his hair red safely. But he said that might make him cry, too, so he'd rather not use it...
Van Zieks:
In those days, when I was known as the Reaper, I felt your presence at my side. Once, unable to bear the burden of that grim pseudonym, I even retired from the courtroom. Despite everything, I still wear your prosecutor's badge with pride. But the darkness that once beset me is no more. As you, too...are no more. In the words of a young foreign friend of mine: I must stride forward...toward a brighter future.
Gina:
The boss left a note for me, ya know. An' I can read every letter now. A to Z, the 'ole lot! It's cleared a load o' stuff up. The boss was...tryin' to protect me, see. An' that's exactly wot me an' Chief Inspector Toby 'ere are gonna keep doin' for Londoners! ...I only wish I could o' said 'ow grateful I was before 'e... ya know.
Gregson:
Gina... The truth is, I'm not the upstandin' fellow you think I am. You might be a diver at heart, but it's a good heart. You've reminded me I need to be true to myself. I've got one more job to take care of before it's ta-ta to London town for the foreseeable. And then I've gotta complete your education in the art of detection 'à la' Gregson, as they say.
Auchi:
Your Excellency, this man is accused of illegal entry into the office of the Minister of Foreign Affairs!
???:
Objection!
Soseki:
Objection! Oblique Overstatement! Overruled! The minister has been detained in Britain anyway!
Auchi:
Who is this cattish counsel for the defence?! And women are forbidden to enter the courtroom!
Rei:
Oh really?! My friend Susato-san is in the British courtroom all the time...and doing a wonderful job!
Hosonaga:
...Perhaps I should have engaged the services of a regular legal team...
Gorey:
Mama, is it true about Japanese people? Are they experts at filleting corpses?
Sithe:
Yes, they are. ...Fish corpses, on the whole.
Gorey:
I'd like to hone my own filleting skills. You don't mind, do you, Mama?
Sithe:
Yes, I do. I'm not a corpse yet, am I?
Gorey:
......... No. And I'm glad.
Harebrayne:
Here I am again in Great Britain on the invitation of my dear old university friend! He sent me a very nice letter saying he'd like to show me around now that everything was settled. B-But what have I done?! I was so excited, I picked this splendid hotel, and now I can't afford the bill! Oh Barok! Come to my rescue again, please! I, I wish I could just vanish into thin air sometimes!
Tusspells:
When I went to make the waxwork impression of the killer in the cemetery, I realised what had happened. But even in the witness stand of the highest court in the land, I could never speak of it. The Lord Chief Justice and I had struck a bargain, you see. For a faithful reproduction of the visage, there is nothing we Tusspells would not do.
Vigil:
Hehe, everyone calls me Gossip. I sell jaunty little titbits to passers-by, you know.
De Rossi:
Hehe, everyone calls me-a Peppino! And I sell-a the spaghetti. It's more red-a than my head-a!
De Rousseau:
Hehe, everyone, zey call me... Non. Non, I cannot do it. Zis is ridiculous.
Evie:
Oh, Daley, how...charming. You've made lots of new friends here, I see.
Vigil:
Yes, and when we're released, we're all going to strike it rich together!
Kazuma:
When I was accepted on the foreign study tour, I knew exactly what path I had to take. And however it might have ended, I knew that I wanted you there to see it. If I'd ended up in the dock, there's no one I would have rather had defending me. But now, thanks to you...there's a new path I want to take. I'm sure we'll meet again in the courtroom, my friend. Until then...I leave Karuma in your care.
Susato:
I've made some tea, Naruhodo-san. It's important that you rest whilst you can. Once we arrive in Japan, you shall be busy establishing your new office. I'm so delighted to be accompanying you. After all, your talents have been recognised by a great detective! Because you really are the greatest of lawyers! A 'great ace attorney', some might say!
The Great Ace Attorney 2
- Resolve -
FIN
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The witness's last statement...exhibits a fundamental inconsistency!
Stronghart:
Not one that any British court would recognise, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?!
Stronghart:
Remember, this is a closed court. Whatever fate befalls you in here, no one outside will ever know.
Ryunosuke:
(...Should I be wondering if I'll make it out of this courtroom alive?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! As counsel for the defence, I must object to that last statement!
Stronghart:
And as the judge, I must deny your objection. There is no contradiction here.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Stronghart:
No contradiction, other than the fact that a Far Eastern lawyer is practising in a British courtroom!
Ryunosuke:
(...Put there by a not-so-far away Lord Chief Justice, if you remember.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That last statement...seemed a little questionable to me. What do you think, My Lord?
Stronghart:
I see no inconsistency there. ...Do you?
Ryunosuke:
Erm...
Stronghart:
You could span the Straits of Dover with those wide eyes, Counsel. And be gone from this island forever, I hope.
Ryunosuke:
(Do you want me to fill the English Channel with tears?)
Pursue Maria Gorey incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong, Dr Gorey?
Gorey:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Did the last statement give you pause for thought, perhaps?
Gorey:
...Well, something did just come to mind. If you Easterners come from the other side of the world, are your internal organs all flipped?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gorey:
I'm desperate to look.
Ryunosuke:
...Strictly speaking, that's not really related to the testimony, is it?
Gorey:
Ready for the first incision?
Ryunosuke:
NO!
Pursue Yujin Mikotoba incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Professor Mikotoba!
Mikotoba:
......... Yeees? What can I do for you, Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Did something about that last statement bother you in some way?
Mikotoba:
I feel as though it might have done, as it happens. But you startled me so much, I've clean forgotten what I was thinking.
Ryunosuke:
......... Perhaps try to remember for next time, then.
Mikotoba:
And perhaps you could try to remember not to holler next time, hm?
Pursue Barok van Zieks incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
Let me guess: is there something about the witness's last statement that troubles me? Is that what you wish to ask?
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes... Exactly... You're very perceptive.
Van Zieks:
Whereas you...would appear not to be.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Van Zieks:
You really need to learn how to read your fellow man... my Nipponese friend.
Ryunosuke:
(...Read them...or 'reap' them?)
Pursue Barry Caidin incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Something on your mind, Governor Caidin?
Caidin:
Eh?
Ryunosuke:
It looked as though you were lost in thought there for a moment.
Caidin:
Och, I cannae relax when I'm no at the prison, do ya ken? I'm all het up worryin' aboot inmates escapin'...
Ryunosuke:
I thought that Barclay was the most secure prison in all of Britain?
Caidin:
A-Aye, that's right, it is! I'm...sure I dinnae ought worry...
Ryunosuke:
Well in that case, do you think perhaps you could concentrate on the testimony?
Pursue Daley Vigil incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil! Is something wrong?
Vigil:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Oh no! You, you haven't lost your memory again, have you?
Vigil:
No no, not at all. I was merely in a brown study.
Ryunosuke:
...You can think about how you want to decorate your house later. For now, please focus on the testimony.
Vigil:
So sorry...
Too many penalties
Stronghart:
We've wasted enough time! It's clear to me that any further discussion of this case will be fruitless. Barok van Zieks, I would like to think that however misguided... ...you acted out of a sense of justice nonetheless. Though it pains me to have reached this conclusion...
Ryunosuke:
No! Wait, My Lord!
Stronghart:
In accordance with the findings of this court, I hereby pronounce the defendant, Barok van Zieks...
Guilty
Stronghart:
That concludes business. Court is adjourned!
The Return of the Great Departed Soul
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Episode III
The Return of the Great Departed Soul
Anime cutscene
The grand, end-of-the-century Great Exhibition of London - surely, there is not a soul who has failed to hear of it. Wondrous new works of culture and industry from every corner of the globe had converged on Hyde Park. Welcoming over fifty million visitors, the last great hurrah of this century astonished and delighted people of all nations, and ended on a note of resounding success. But, as regards to the terrible catastrophe that occurred during the festivities, very few are aware my friend, Mr Herlock Sholmes, had a hand in unravelling the matter. For, from the shadows, it was he who earnestly unearthed the facts of the case. And like the centrepiece of the Great Exhibition, which rose high into the skies of Hyde Park, Sholmes's brilliant deductions - as clear and lofty as the Crystal Tower itself - brought the truth to light.
Rendered dialogue
We're here at the showground of the Great Exhibition, which is absolutely packed with people... The weather is unusually fine, and we're about to witness a most extraordinary scientific experiment!
Ladies and gentlemen, the twentieth century will see steam engines and electrical power dominate the world! Horse-drawn carts will give way to the motor car! Ships will sprout wings and take to the skies! And today, we showcase even more advanced technology! A glimpse into the future! A world first! A demonstration of my super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis machine! A man will literally be disassembled by a pulse of high-voltage electricity, and beamed to another location... ...whereupon his body will be reassembled by a series of complex calculations exactly as it was before! In but a few moments from now... ...this gentleman will, in the blink of an eye, complete an incredible journey through the air... ...to arrive an instant later, on the Crystal Tower behind you!
22nd October, 9:36 a.m.
Sholmes's Suite
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Iris:
Oh! So you have scale balances in Japan too, do you?
Ryunosuke:
Well yes, but nothing like the Old Bailey's huge example.
Iris:
The thing about those scales is, they're only ever in balance right at the start of a trial, aren't they? Otherwise they always seem to be hanging one way or another...
Ryunosuke:
(I'd noticed that exact same thing...)
Inside of armband
Iris:
Ooh, is this Japanese kanji script embroidered here?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. The name of the armband's owner.
Iris:
Ah! So that's how you write 'Naruhodo' is it?
Ryunosuke:
Actually, no. It's my best friend's name, not mine. It's pronounced 'Kazuma Asogi'. I actually believe this armband in some way embodies his spirit, you see.
Iris:
Hm... So you have to write all those lines just for one person's name? Kanji is funny, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(That's right. Never mind my feelings about my best friend. It's lines I really want to talk about...)
Ryunosuke:
.........
Iris:
...Runo! Runo, are you listening?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Sorry, um...what was that, Iris?
Iris:
Hmph. What's the matter with you? You've been miles away all morning. Didn't you like what I cooked for breakfast?
Ryunosuke:
No no, that's not it at all. Um...what were we talking about again?
Iris:
Today's paper! It's full of news about the Great Exhibition again!
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes...the Great Exhibition... I'd like to go sometime. .........
Iris:
You're really not your usual self today. You seem very down. Don't you agree, Hurley?
Sholmes:
Hm...? Did you say something? Iris?
Iris:
Oh gosh! You're even more down!
Sholmes:
......... UWAAAAAAAAAGH!!! Wh-When did you arrive, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I've...been here for about half an hour already. We had breakfast together.
Sholmes:
What?! Why didn't you mention it before?
Ryunosuke:
I, um...thought you might have known I was here. You know, because...breakfast?
Sholmes:
Hm, Iris is quite right. You're clearly lacking in vim. So much so that I didn't notice your presence.
Ryunosuke:
(...Thanks.)
Sholmes:
Of course, I could deduce the reason perfectly well with some simple observations.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Sholmes:
Let's see... Yes, for example, your tussled hair this morning, with all its unruly spikes. Clearly it can be deduced therefore, that-
Ryunosuke:
Um, let me stop you there, Mr Sholmes, because I think I can see where this is going. My hair always looks like this. It always has. Ever since we first met, in fact.
Sholmes:
Oh really? How interesting. It just doesn't look like a haircut as such, I suppose. Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
(...Thanks again.) ......... It crossed my mind recently...that it's been six months now.
Iris:
Six months?
Ryunosuke:
Since I was forbidden from working in court. So I've been wondering how much longer I'm going to be banned.
Iris:
Oh... Well, that would explain why you seem rather glum. Don't you agree, Hurley?
Sholmes:
Hm...? Did you say something? Iris?
Ryunosuke:
(Ah...back to moping...)
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter with Mr Sholmes today? He seems even more down in the dumps than me.
Iris:
I know! And the Great Exhibition has opened! You'd think he'd be excited. Oh, why don't we all go to see it together?
Sholmes:
I want to! Of course I do! But I can't! ...Not for the time being.
Ryunosuke:
Why not?
Sholmes:
Why not? Why not?! Because! I'm a great detective, after all!
Ryunosuke:
(So you're embroiled in some tricky case that you can't be distracted from? Is that it?)
Iris:
I don't remember hearing that you're working on a case, Hurley.
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose I should try to find out what's going on.)
Examine
Large machine on left desk
Ryunosuke:
Every time I look at that machine, I can't help thinking what a monstrosity it is. What's it called again?
Iris:
The Great Analytiscope! It can analyse absolutely anything, you know!
Ryunosuke:
It does seem incredible. ...And at the same time, incredibly useless.
Iris:
Ah, but it looks impressive, doesn't it? So that makes it very useful.
Ryunosuke:
How does that make it useful?
Iris:
Because! It means you can pawn it for lots of money! The pawnbrokers always make idle remarks like 'What an incredible-looking machine...'
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Iris:
So Hurley often takes it to the pawn shop when he's a little short.
Ryunosuke:
(It sounds like this thing pulls its weight around here more than I realized...by having its weight pulled around.)
Bookshelf behind violin
Ryunosuke:
Books, papers, scientific implements... These shelves are stuffed to the gunnels. Miss Susato wouldn't be able to help herself if she were here. She can't stand mess.
Iris:
Susie might not be able to stand mess, but she wouldn't dare touch those shelves.
Ryunosuke:
Oh? Why not?
Iris:
Everything's in intricate balance. Hurley spends ages on it. If you were to touch even one thing, the whole lot would come tumbling down.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Iris:
Susie noticed it was a very delicate arrangement right from the outset.
Ryunosuke:
...You make it sound like a meeting of great minds. But the truth is, Mr Sholmes just needs to tidy up.
Violin
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, Mr Sholmes's faithful musical companion. Wasn't this violin made by somebody famous?
Iris:
Yes, it's a Stradivarius. I'm afraid you'd have to save up for a hundred years before you could afford one, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
If I were to save up for a hundred years, I wouldn't choose to buy a violin, personally.
Iris:
Oh? What would you buy then?
Ryunosuke:
......... I really have no idea. I think I'll have to do it so I can find out...
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
I do love a good fire in the colder months. Watching the flames flickering and dancing about is just so very relaxing.
Iris:
Cleaning out the chimney isn't so relaxing, though.
Ryunosuke:
No. Getting covered in soot isn't my idea of fun.
Iris:
You know, Hurley decided he was going to clean it out himself last year. But you can guess what happened, can't you? He got himself stuck inside the flue.
Ryunosuke:
He's a very slim man, I admit, but there are limits to where a fully grown man can fit.
Iris:<br
Now every time he dozes off by the fire, he has nightmares about it.
Chest
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, the huge metal chest with the lace cloth laid on it, being used as a table for tea and coffee. It's very sturdy, that's for sure. And firmly locked shut.
Iris:
That chest contains my father's detailed records of Hurley's many cases!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, so I've been led to believe. Though personally, I've never actually seen inside.
Iris:
And that's the way it will stay! Those papers are a secret between Daddy and me. If you go opening it uninvited, you might find yourself being bitten!
Ryunosuke:
(What, is there a beast inside there, or something?)
Shelf to the right of fireplace
Ryunosuke:
Ah, all these different pieces of evidence from cases that Mr Sholmes has solved are very interesting...
Iris:
The trouble is, Hurley forgets things so quickly. He never remembers why these things are relevant. The other day, for example, he saw the orange pips that were there and decided to plant them in the garden.
Ryunosuke:
Pips?
Iris:
Yes. They've all sprouted now. We have five new little plants.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well I don't know what case they were from, but... ...if Mr Sholmes can get oranges to grow outside in England, he should change his profession!
Tea set on cart or table
Ryunosuke:
I look forward to finding out what aroma your tea will have, Iris. Every single day.
Iris:
Ah, well, I infuse a different concoction of herbs from the garden every time, so it's never the same twice.
Ryunosuke:
When you call it a 'concoction' it sounds more like a science experiment than something for teatime.
Iris:
Oh yes! That's because different blends can have very different properties! Some calm you down, some make you feel jolly, some give you energy... Today's particular blend is something quite special, so you're really in for a treat!
Ryunosuke:
(That sounds...ominous...)
Blackboard
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, this is where you note down ideas, isn't it, Iris? What's in the melting pot today? Hm, 'The Blue Carbuncle'...?
Iris:
Yes, it's from a case of theft that Hurley solved ages ago. The theft of a precious stone. A carbuncle is another name for a garnet, you see. Especially if it's cut with a rounded top.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really? And this garnet was blue, was it?
Iris:
Well, that's the thing... They're usually red. No blue garnets have ever been discovered.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Iris:
So who knows what the stolen gemstone actually was. That's the real mystery of the case.
Ryunosuke:
...A proper Herlock Sholmes conundrum, huh?
White shelf behind chandelier
Ryunosuke:
(There are so many different bottles up there on that charming little set of white shelves.)
Iris:
Oh! Do be careful, Runo! You mustn't try the contents of any of those bottles, even if you're hungry!
Ryunosuke:
I wouldn't do something stupid like that! I'm not a child, you know.
Iris:
Well, I wish I could say the same for Hurley. The other day, he polished off a full bottle of one of my alkaloids.
Ryunosuke:
He what?
Iris:
He said he was hungry.
Ryunosuke:
...I'll...be extra careful.
Typewriter or desk on right
Iris:
I can type with my eyes shut, you know.
Ryunosuke:
I can believe it. When a deadline's approaching, you sound like a Gatling gun!
Iris:
That reminds me of a dream I had the other day. It was such a funny one! It woke me, actually. I was typing for a whole hour in the pitch-black, but I didn't make a single mistake!
Ryunosuke:
That's incredible!
Iris:
But then, when it got light...I found that there wasn't any paper in the machine. Now I wonder if I'd actually been typing at all...
Ryunosuke:
...I think you might just have fallen asleep on the job.
Converse
Events six months ago
Ryunosuke:
Half a year ago now... ...I took on the defence of a young girl in a trial heard at the Old Bailey. What at first seemed like a simple case of murder that took place at a London pawnbrokery... ...turned out to be one part of a much more far-reaching plot that involved the British government. During the course of the trial... ...it was found that I made an unavoidable, yet at the same time, unforgivable mistake.
Judge:
Words fail me. This situation is...utterly deplorable. Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
I will decide upon your fate following the conclusion of this trial.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
In the end, I had my right to represent people in court revoked. I was told I had to spend my time in research and study, so that's what I've been doing.
Iris:
You have, haven't you, Runo? Reading all those big, fat tomes about British law up in your room. And the notes about Sholmes's old cases.
Sholmes:
Brewing Iris's special blends of tea... Fetching my daily bread for me... You've become something of a manservant around here. Start on the silverware next, Master Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I'm thinking of going to ask the powers that be to reconsider. Specifically Lord Stronghart, at the British Supreme Court on Whitehall.
Iris:
Lord Stronghart?!
Sholmes:
Ah, the delightful Lord Chief Justice? ...Not my favourite fellow.
Ryunosuke:
He's not mine, either. But he's the man I have to talk to. He's the only one who can grant permission for me to start working in the courts again. (I came to Britain to become the best lawyer I could. And I can't do that just sitting around here!)
The Great Exhibition
Ryunosuke:
The whole of London has been swept up in this Great Exhibition, hasn't it?
Sholmes:
The most advanced science, the most modern technology, the finest works of art and feats of engineering... For the next six months, our capital will be showcasing these things, and the world will be watching!
Iris:
Oh, do you know what I'd like to do? I'd like to look down on London from one of those lovely balloons!
Ryunosuke:
L-Look down on...? Do, do you mean those things... ...fly?
Iris:
Yes, of course! They fly high in the sky and don't even need wings to do it! All you need is hot air!
Ryunosuke:
But how?! How does hot air have anything to do with flying?! It makes no sense! I can't understand it at all...
Iris:
That's true of a lot of new scientific discoveries. Most people can't understand them at first. But in a hundred years' time, all these things will just be common knowledge.
Ryunosuke:
I...suppose they might be.
Iris:
Mind you, some of the science being demonstrated seems very questionable. Something went wrong on the open experimentation stage yesterday, apparently. There was a huge explosion. Still, I wish I'd seen it, though! I'd love to see how bad some of these scam experiments really are!
Ryunosuke:
(Says the innocent ten-year-old girl...)
Sholmes:
See here. Every page of this paper carries some article or other about the Great Exhibition. But the brighter things shine, the darker the shadows that are cast behind them. Personally, I find myself drawn to the darkness. To the impenetrable. That is my proper atmosphere.
The Great Exhibition newspaper has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
('Shadows cast behind'...? Is that a metaphorical way of referring to the back page of the paper?)
The Great Exhibition (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
The whole of London has been swept up in this Great Exhibition, hasn't it?
Sholmes:
The most advanced science, the most modern technology, the finest works of art and feats of engineering... For the next six months, our capital will be showcasing these things, and the world will be watching!
Iris:
Oh, do you know what I'd like to do? I'd like to look down on London from one of those lovely balloons!
Ryunosuke:
L-Look down on...? Do, do you mean those things... ...fly?
Iris:
Yes, of course! They fly high in the sky and don't even need wings to do it! All you need is hot air!
Ryunosuke:
But how?! How does hot air have anything to do with flying?! It makes no sense! I can't understand it at all...
Iris:
That's true of a lot of new scientific discoveries. Most people can't understand them at first. But in a hundred years' time, all these things will just be common knowledge.
Ryunosuke:
I...suppose they might be.
Iris:
Mind you, some of the science being demonstrated seems very questionable. Something went wrong on the open experimentation stage yesterday, apparently. There was a huge explosion. Still, I wish I'd seen it, though! I'd love to see how bad some of these scam experiments really are!
Ryunosuke:
(Says the innocent ten-year-old girl...)
Sholmes:
See here. Every page of this paper carries some article or other about the Great Exhibition. But the brighter things shine, the darker the shadows that are cast behind them. Personally, I find myself drawn to the darkness. To the impenetrable. That is my proper atmosphere.
Ryunosuke:
('Shadows cast behind'...? Is that a metaphorical way of referring to the back page of the paper?)
Your gloomy mood
Ryunosuke:
Are you investigating a particularly tricky case at the moment, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Hm, you could say that, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing more to add? That's not like you...) What sort of case is it?
Sholmes:
Shh! Quiet, Mr Naruhodo! We must not discuss it here. You never know who might be listening.
Iris:
You're acting very strangely, Hurley.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, Iris?
Iris:
Well usually... ...the more mysterious and complicated a case is, the better Hurley's mood.
Sholmes:
Ah.
Iris:
Is it really a case that's bothering you?
Sholmes:
Iris, please! You mustn't exercise your astute powers of observation and deduction on me without invitation! Remember what I always say: put yourself in the shoes of the individual about whom you're making deductions!
Ryunosuke:
You say that, do you? You...Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
Never mind. Once I've had a cup of tea, I must make my way at once to the crime scene. Haaaaaah...
Ryunosuke:
(That was a deep sigh...)
'The Reaper Attacked' (appears after examining back page on Great Exhibition Newspaper)
Ryunosuke:
It says in the paper that Lord van Zieks was attacked! That's terrible!
Sholmes:
You know the legend of the Reaper of the Bailey of course, don't you? Only too well, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. (Prosecutor Barok van Zieks...) They say that if the Reaper is the prosecutor in a case, there's no salvation for whoever's in the dock... ...even if the defendant is found not guilty. Once the Reaper has someone in his sights...one way or another, that person's time left on this earth will be short.
Sholmes:
London's finest rogues always find ways around the law. They'll stop at nothing to secure an acquittal at trial. Falsifying evidence, paying sham witnesses, threatening jurors, bribing judges. But even such devious tactics as these cannot save them from the hand of the Reaper. As you've experienced yourself, haven't you, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes. I've seen the Reaper's 'retribution' at work.
Sholmes:
Many of these criminal rogues are reckless and quite unafraid to die. If a leader among their fraternity is seen to have been 'taken' by the Reaper, retaliation like this does occur. Really, the capital has a never-ending supply of such scoundrels.
Ryunosuke:
So... Do you mean... ...Lord van Zieks has been attacked like this before? This isn't the first time?
Sholmes:
He's quite an accomplished combatant, you know. He doesn't take these attacks lying down. Although...it seems that his assailants were armed with guns this time.
Ryunosuke:
Oh my goodness! Is, is he alright, then? Is Lord van Zieks hurt?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow...how on earth would I know?
Iris:
Well, in the article here it says: 'As to what of Lord van Zieks and his condition? All will be revealed in tomorrow's morning edition!'
Sholmes:
Ah, I see. Well, we shall have to be patient then.
Ryunosuke:
No no no! I can't wait until tomorrow!
Sholmes:
In that case, you shall have to enquire with somebody in the know.
Ryunosuke:
But...who? (Lord Stronghart...perhaps?)
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um, Mr Sholmes, about this...
Sholmes:
Shh! Not another word! ...Ah, yes, I see... This would be a collar...for a breed of miniature canine with a particularly long neck. And for winter use!
Ryunosuke:
Actually...it's the armband I always wear that symbolises my role as a defence lawyer...
Sholmes:
Precisely! Which leads us to but one conclusion: Your arm is in fact the particularly long neck of a miniature canine!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm starting to wish I'd never shown him this now. The man's barking mad...)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes, about this...
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, without wishing to sound rude... ...I'm currently in the middle of a very important blink. Perhaps some other, more convenient time, hm?
Ryunosuke:
...Is there a set time for your 'important' blinks, or are they an all-day affair? Just so I know...
Examine evidence
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Front page
Ryunosuke:
Every article on the front page is news about the Great Exhibition. Public experiments to demonstrate brand-new scientific ideas, cultural exhibits from around the globe... It's all so positive and hopeful about the coming century. We must all go to see it properly before too long.
Back page
Ryunosuke:
(So many glowing reports about the Great Exhibition and everything that's going on there. Other than this rather gloomy-looking one, that is.) ......... Wait, what...?
Iris:
What's the matter, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
'The Reaper Attacked'... That's, that's Lord van Zieks! This must be what Mr Sholmes was talking about. (Does he know any more, I wonder...?)
Back page (after clearing "'The Reaper Attacked'" Converse option)
Ryunosuke:
'The Reaper Attacked'... It's the kingpins of the criminal underworld generally managing to escape conviction in the Reaper's trials. And this isn't the first time their henchmen have tried to attack Lord van Zieks as a result, by the sound of it. ...It makes you think. If that's how the justice system works in London... ...then there must be dark forces at work.
After clearing all Converse options:
Sholmes:
Well, I must be leaving now.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, understood. See you later, Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
Hah! You really are a shameless liar sometimes, my dear fellow!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
You seek to put me off my guard and follow me, don't you? Well, you would be wasting your time.
Ryunosuke:
The thought hadn't crossed my mind! (But now I'm wondering where you're going...)
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha hah! Well then, 'see you later' indeed!
Ryunosuke:
(Listen to him. He's still laughing on his way out of the door...)
Iris:
Alright then, Runo! Let's get going!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um, Iris... What are you wearing?
Iris:
I've got changed to go to the Great Exhibition. You're going to take me!
Ryunosuke:
What? But, but I was just about to go to the Supreme Court...
Iris:
Oh! Well that sounds fun, too! You're going to take me there, then!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, fine. Just...lower that weapon, would you?
Iris:
Of course! And after the Supreme Court, then we'll go to see the Great Exhibition!
22nd October
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Examine
Spade
Ryunosuke:
The office spade... Now that Susato-san's gone, the shovellers aren't represented to correct me. ......... Maybe I'll have to do it myself. 'That's not a spade, Mr Naruhodo; it's a shovel!'
Iris:
Ah, so you're a spader, are you, Runo? What, you want to battle it out?
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, I'm not going to argue with a native English speaker...who has some kind of gun...)
Tea set
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato's tea set that she left here with me. I still think green tea is just too bitter, though. Thank goodness for sugar and milk! Mr Sholmes certainly wasn't expecting the acrid taste that one time. I've never heard anyone let out a scream like that before. Or seen anyone fall down the stairs quite like that either. ...It always bring a smile to my lips when I'm feeling a little down.
Iris:
Ah well, do you know what that reminds me of? The day I gave you some black coffee when you weren't expecting it. You fell all the way down the stairs as well, didn't you, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, do you think we could try to forget that, please, Iris? That doesn't bring a smile to my lips at all.
Stove or kettle
Ryunosuke:
The kettle's gently simmering away there on top of the stove as usual. It was kind of Miss Susato to send that Japanese tea. You really like it, don't you, Iris? But for me, it's the sound of the stove and burbling kettle I like the most. On biting winter mornings.
Iris:
'And it feels even cosier in here when the delightful Iris pours the tea for me. I really couldn't manage without that wonderful young girl.' Oh, Runo! It's so sweet of you to say so!
Ryunosuke:
...Stop putting words in my mouth, please, Iris.
Desk in back
Ryunosuke:
Now at first glance, my desk here might look as though it's in a mess. However... ...it's not in a mess at all. Everything is exactly where I want it to be. But whenever Miss Susato looked at it, she'd put her hands on her hips and say, 'Oh dear.' Her way of saying that I should make it a more orderly and neat mess. ...I miss that.
Iris:
You sound just like Hurley, you know. He says the same about his mess.
Ryunosuke:
(It's the kind of logic that transcends international borders, obviously...)
Daruma doll
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, the daruma doll I brought with me from Japan. I always intended to colour in the other eye once I'd become a fully-fledged lawyer. But it's still winking at me. Like it's trying to say, 'I can wait. Take as long as you need.' ...Or maybe not. I'll just have to keep on doing the best I can, I suppose.
Iris:
I could colour it in for you, Runo! Just that one eye, is it?
Ryunosuke:
No no! It needs to be done with a bit of ceremony, Iris! It's not just a toy for colouring in, you know.
Picture frame
Ryunosuke:
The photograph of us all together that day... It makes me a little sad to look at it now, which is why I'd taken to lying it flat. But Mr Sholmes righted it every single time. And I've grown accustomed to it. ...I hope we'll all be together again like that one day soon.
Door
Ryunosuke:
I never did see what Miss Susato's room looks like. I could go in now, of course. But I don't dare. They say a young maiden's private chamber is a place of bitter-sweet secrets. Although from the laughter I used to hear when you would visit, I imagine it's mainly sweet.
Iris:
Oh, we used to have such fun in Susie's room! She told me all sorts of interesting things about your country, you know.
Aquarium
Ryunosuke:
Look at the prawns and the anemones gently swaying around in the tank. Regular cleaning, some food and fresh seawater is all they need. And some conversation, of course. It seemed like a lot of effort at first, but it was worth it. I'm starting to be able to tell what they're thinking. Funny to think that so many people in London had aquariums like this once. When they were in vogue. You'd never expect to find sea anemones in the middle of the capital! I think I'll have to name them soon...
Iris:
Oh no! Runo's disappeared!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Iris:
Ah...I expect he's been eaten by Hurley...
Ryunosuke:
...I think I'd prefer it if you used your imagination more when naming the sea life...
Desk in front
Ryunosuke:
It's...Miss Susato's desk... I suppose it won't get used now that she's gone back to Japan. It'll just have to wait here patiently for its old friend to return...
Iris:
Even now, I sometimes find myself pouring a cup of tea for Susie by mistake.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, that explains why I sometimes find a steaming cup on her desk here. It shocks me every time. But it's just one of your pranks, I see.
Iris:
It's no prank! I miss her!
Converse
What to do
Iris:
I'm so excited about the prospect of Naruhodo's Anything Consultancy opening for business again!
Ryunosuke:
That's not what it's called. It's Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy. (I've done a lot of studying in these past six months. Reading law texts and judicial precedents... I'm sure I'm a better lawyer now... I can't wait to start practising again!)
Iris:
Nothing's changed in here at all though, has it? It's as though time has stood still in here since Susie went back to Japan.
Ryunosuke:
......... I wanted to keep it ready for Miss Susato, in case she was able to return to Britain at any point. So I've just left everything the way it was.
Iris:
Oh, I see. Right... And there was me thinking it's because of the way you are, Runo. You know, never bothering to tidy up, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
...Iris... ...this isn't the time or the place to bring up my tidiness... or lack of it.
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Iris, have a quick look at this...
Iris:
Your lawyer's armband? How many times have you shown me that, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Sorry. It's very important to me, that's all. I don't feel complete somehow if I'm not wearing it.
Iris:
Well personally, I think you should try wrapping some different things around your arm from time to time.
Ryunosuke:
Oh really? Like what?
Iris:
......... Perhaps a pretzel?
Ryunosuke:
'Pret-zel'...? I've never heard that word before.
Iris:
Um...well I think it's a kind of German defence lawyer's symbol.
Ryunosuke:
(Interesting... I'll have to try wearing one sometime...)
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Ryunosuke:
Iris, about this paper...
Iris:
Oh yes! It's all about the Great Exhibition! I'm so excited about it! Once you've done what you need to do, we should all go together and explore!
Ryunosuke:
I don't know... It sounds like it could be quite dangerous. We wouldn't want to get caught in an explosion as we were walking around in the showground.
Iris:
Oh...is that what you think's going to happen, is it?
22nd October
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Ryunosuke:
It's been about six months now since I was last here. But some things never change. Like the sense of foreboding I always seem to feel in this place. (It doesn't seem to be bothering Iris at all, though. She's happily reading over there...)
Iris:
Oh, I love this place! I always find so many interesting books here!
Ryunosuke:
Of course. I was forgetting that you've been here before. (The time we came here six months ago... ...when Susato-san was given the news that she was to return to Japan.)
???:
Ah. I understand you wish to speak with me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! L-Lord Stronghart! I trust you've been k-keeping well?
Stronghart:
Let's see... Since you've arrived and requested an audience, it's been four hours, thirty-two minutes and... ...twenty-six seconds. I've kept you waiting a while. My apologies.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, not at all! I like nothing more than standing around, staring into space.
Stronghart:
...Good to know.
Ryunosuke:
(...Good to know that doesn't appear to bother him at all.) Mael Stronghart, Lord Chief Justice of London. He's the man who allowed me to start practising as a defence lawyer when I arrived in Britain as a student. You need only savour the air for a moment in this grand office to understand his pre-eminent status.
Stronghart:
As you will be aware, the Great Exhibition of London is now underway at last. We're extremely busy as a result. Policing the grounds, guarding the new technologies, dealing with petty crime... And furthermore, as of next month, we shall open the International Forensic Science Symposium.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I've not heard about that.
Stronghart:
Investigating authorities from forty countries around the globe will be taking part. Including from your own land. Forensic science is the future! The world must embrace it! As we're the hosting nation, I have much to do. And it is my highest priority. If others must wait for my attention as a result, so be it.
Ryunosuke:
(...Well, it's nice to know where I stand.)
Stronghart:
So...you wish to consult with me? Of course, I can very well imagine what this is about.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...well, um... Thank you for agreeing to this meeting, My Lord! (I want to be allowed to start working as a defence lawyer again in court. That's what brought me here today. But actually, there's something else playing on my mind, as it happens...)
Iris:
Runo, just take a deep breath and come out with it!
Examine
Bookshelves
Ryunosuke:
You couldn't read all these books even if you were reincarnated three times over! As a bookworm!
Iris:
Oh, I know! So much reading material! I'm very envious. I've really been running out of things to read recently.
Ryunosuke:
That's because you read so fast!
Iris:
Perhaps little by little I could swap some of the books here with some of mine from home.
Ryunosuke:
I don't see why not. No one would notice. Or at least, I wouldn't. Even if I was reincarnated three times over as a librarian.
Armor
Iris:
Oh! I've just had a great idea!
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Iris:
We could hide inside these suits of armour and spy on the fob watch master to find out what he's really like!
Ryunosuke:
I don't have much interest in what Lord Stronghart is 'really like', though.
Iris:
Oh, please! It would be fun! You could be inside the left one, and I'll go in the right!
Ryunosuke:
...You really want to have a go in a suit of armour, don't you?
Iris:
Hmph! Now you're making fun of me because I'm a child, aren't you?
Ryunosuke:
(I wasn't making fun of you at all. I'd like to have a go, too...)
Gears
Ryunosuke:
The cogs of the giant clock are keeping time as usual with their steady, rhythmical motion... It's really quite disturbing how little sound they make considering their massive size.
Iris:
Someone very brilliant must have designed it. And whoever maintains it must be very talented, too. But I'm not entirely convinced it's even a clock.
Ryunosuke:
What?! But what about the huge clockface that forms the window over there?
Iris:
Some people just make machines that move for the fun of it. Because they enjoy watching them. Rather like how Hurley makes his rambling deductions just for the fun of it. Even if the outcome isn't quite right.
Ryunosuke:
(Never mind all the trouble it gets others into along the way...)
Chair or desk
Ryunosuke:
The Lord Chief Justice's desk. When you look at that, there's no mistaking Lord Stronghart's authority, is there?
Iris:
But the light from that window behind is far too bright. It would be very bad for the eyes.
Ryunosuke:
I, I hadn't thought of that. There are no curtains, that's for sure!
Iris:
What's more important, having a desk with an air of authority, or having eyes that work?
Ryunosuke:
...I can't say I'd ever considered it. (After all, my little office barely has any light to speak of... and I haven't really seen my desk in a while.)
Converse
Permission to work
Ryunosuke:
I actually came here today to ask for your permission.
Stronghart:
...Go on.
Ryunosuke:
Six months ago, my right to work in court as a lawyer was revoked and I was told to spend my time studying. Obviously, I'm very sorry for what happened. But the thing is... ...it made me understand what it really means to defend somebody under the rules of a foreign justice system. And I desperately want to have another go. Please! Permit me to enter the courtroom again!
Stronghart:
......... Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes? (Ugh...here it comes...)
Stronghart:
I'm sure you haven't forgotten your position here, have you? At best, you are a substitute for your compatriot. This was never your intended role.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Well, that's true. The Japanese government actually sent my best friend on this study tour, not me. It should have been Kazuma. He was so determined to bring change to our own justice system at home. That was his calling. If that tragic accident hadn't happened... ...I wouldn't be here in this office now.) Mr Asogi was my best friend, you see. That's why I can't leave it unfinished. I have to fulfil his calling for him.
Stronghart:
Hm, his 'calling', you say... Has it never occurred to you... ...that perhaps you know nothing of his true calling?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Stronghart:
The mission with which that young law student was charged. What do you suppose it really was?
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What do you mean? ('Mission'? He's not making any sense.)
Stronghart:
......... Never mind. I've read all the reports you've submitted over the past six months. It's clear to me that you regret your actions, and have been studiously obeying your revised instructions.
Ryunosuke:
Do, do you mean...?
Stronghart:
As of this moment, I reinstate your licence to practise law here in Great Britain!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you! Thank you so much!
Iris:
That's wonderful news, Runo!
Stronghart:
In fact, I believe I have the perfect case to mark your comeback. A curious affair. You'll consider it, I hope?
Ryunosuke:
...! Of course! Please, tell me more!
Changes "Permission to work" Converse option to "A curious affair"
A curious affair
Ryunosuke:
You described it as 'a curious affair'...?
Stronghart:
Yes, that's right. I believe it was reported in the press. Are you aware that there was a serious accident at the Great Exhibition yesterday?
Ryunosuke:
Oh. No.
Iris:
Yes! I read about it. A professor from Germany tried to carry out a crazy experiment. Let me see...how was it described...? 'Super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis' I think.
Ryunosuke:
Instantaneous kinesis? As in...moving things with a click of the fingers?
Iris:
That's right... It's just what my herbal blends need: a dash of devil-may-care!
Ryunosuke:
(Whatever this serious accident was exactly, it's clearly captured Iris's imagination.)
Stronghart:
It's an unfortunate business. A large explosion engulfed the public experimentation stage and a man lost his life. A certain Mr Odie Asman. An investor and a well known figure in society.
Ryunosuke:
A large explosion...?
Iris:
A, a man died?
Stronghart:
The man responsible for the experiment was Professor Albert Harebrayne. He was detained immediately after the incident, and is due to appear in court tomorrow. On the charge of murder.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Murder?!
Stronghart:
If you intend to take on his defence, you should hurry to meet with him at the prison. There is very little time left for you to carry out any kind of investigation.
Ryunosuke:
(The Great Exhibition... A scientific experiment gone wrong... And...murder...? I feel out of my depth before I've even started. Still...)
Iris:
We should go to the prison straight away then, and try to meet with this German professor...don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
Definitely!
Stronghart:
Ah yes...one more thing about the case... There's a connection with our mutual acquaintance...the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! (With Lord van Zieks? How?)
Forensic Science Symposium
Stronghart:
All sorts of conferences have been taking place around the world to coincide with the Great Exhibition. And next month, the largest and most important of them all will take place at last: The International Forensic Science Symposium.
Ryunosuke:
It does seem as though criminal investigation needs to embrace scientific methods, doesn't it?
Stronghart:
Exactly!
Iris:
Agh!
Stronghart:
London - the global epicentre of culture, science and wealth - now has a population exceeding six million. Sadly, crime in the capital is growing at a similarly startling rate. So it's imperative that we use the latest scientific methods to investigate and resolve cases as efficiently as possible.
Ryunosuke:
Which is what's known as 'forensic science', isn't it?
Stronghart:
Exactly! The future of policing!
Iris:
Agh!
Stronghart:
Regrettably however... ...Britain is currently dragging its feet when it comes to the adoption of forensic methods.
Ryunosuke:
Oh dear. That's alarming.
Stronghart:
Exactly! It's extremely alarming!
Iris:
Agh!
Stronghart:
If I were Her Majesty's Attorney General, you can be sure... ...the numbers of crimes committed and resolved in London would be very different to the current figures. And I can cite twelve solid arguments and two hundred and twenty-three individual reasons to support my claim!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Stronghart:
By way of apology for keeping you waiting earlier, I shall detail every one now!
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?!
Iris:
Oh, how fascinating!
Stronghart:
It all began fifteen years ago. I was..........................................................................................
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Stronghart:
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...And that more or less sums up my feelings on the matter. In the simplest of terms, of course. Essentially, to formally establish a forensic investigation division within Scotland Yard. That is my mission!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um, right...yes... That's...wonderful!
Stronghart:
...Exactly. Wonderful is precisely what it will be.
Ryunosuke:
(Iris isn't paying attention at all. She's got her nose in another book now...)
Iris:
Oh, is it over? Did you learn anything useful?
Ryunosuke:
I actually drifted off for the most part. (He's surprisingly ardent about forensic science...)
Van Zieks's condition (appears after presenting Great Exhibition Newspaper and clearing "A curious affair" Converse option)
Stronghart:
Fortunately, Lord van Zieks emerged from the attack unscathed. Street ruffians are no match for that man. He's a very capable fighter.
Ryunosuke:
But, but that's incredible! They were armed with guns! Why was he attacked, though? Do we know?
Stronghart:
......... It's related to events that occurred a month ago. A leader of one of the capital's criminal organisations was indicted and prosecuted...by van Zieks. But the man was acquitted. I've no doubt large sums of money were involved behind the scenes.
Ryunosuke:
Large sums of money?
Stronghart:
A deplorable situation. Members of the jury were bribed, it seems. However...despite winning his freedom... ...the man in question met a dramatic end yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
But, but you're not suggesting that was the work of the Reaper, surely?
Stronghart:
The victim's henchmen certainly seem to think so. He was a man by the name of Asman. Mr Odie Asman.
Ryunosuke:
Did...did you say Asman?
Iris:
That's the man who died in the big explosion at the Great Exhibition!
Stronghart:
Yes. Known publicly as an investor, but in reality...the head of a significant criminal organisation.
Ryunosuke:
(Unbelievable...) ...I wonder, could I ask you something, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
Try me.
Ryunosuke:
Why do you use Lord van Zieks as a prosecutor?
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
All the criminals who manage to get off in court then meet with mysterious ends outside the courtroom. And fearful of that fate, they seek to strike at Lord van Zieks first. I know there's no evidence that he actually is the Reaper in that sense, but still... Something's clearly going on here!
Stronghart:
I have van Zieks work for the prosecution service for two reasons: Firstly, the man is the best prosecutor in the capital, bar none. And secondly... ...any deaths of criminals that have occurred outside the courtroom following his trials...are nothing to do with him.
Ryunosuke:
But that doesn't make sense! How can you explain the way so many have died if not by someone's hand?
Stronghart:
Van Zieks may have earnt himself the moniker of the Reaper, but he is no killer. So he will continue to prosecute on behalf of the Crown. ...Unless he wishes otherwise, of course.
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
By the way, Lord Stronghart, about this...
Stronghart:
The symbol of a defence lawyer in the Japanese judiciary.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! I, I didn't expect you'd know that.
Stronghart:
We never accept foreign students before first researching the legal systems of their home countries. ...But such trinkets are merely for show. The only true measure of your worth is your performance in court.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Right...
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Ryunosuke:
Oh! That reminds me! Have you seen this?
Stronghart:
The reports of the overwhelming success of the Great Exhibition? Of course.
Ryunosuke:
No no, not that. The story on the back page.
Stronghart:
What story...? 'The Reaper Attacked'... Ah, that. You've enjoyed some victories in court against my number one prosecutor, have you not?
Iris:
Poor Mr Reaper... What happened to him? He, he wasn't killed, was he?
Stronghart:
There's no need for concern. Lord van Zieks would not be so easily dispatched, I assure you.
Ryunosuke:
Can you tell us what happened? I'd really love to know!
Stronghart:
...Very well. If it interests you.
Ryunosuke:
(It does...strangely.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Stronghart:
Well, I must be leaving for my next engagement. I'm already...eleven hours and sixteen minutes late. ...My colleagues may be starting to fidget.
Ryunosuke:
E-Eleven hours late? That's...quite something.
Stronghart:
That meeting had already started when I arrived back here for this engagement with you. So lateness was inevitable. Time stops for no man.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm sure it stopped for me during those twelve solid arguments and two hundred and twenty-three reasons...) Oh, yes! Where would I find Lord van Zieks now?
Stronghart:
I would assume he's at his office.
Ryunosuke:
(Right, I'll go and ask him about the attack in person. I want to get this straight from the horse's mouth...)
Stronghart:
Away with you now. I'm leaving Professor Harebrayne's defence entirely in your hands.
Ryunosuke:
Of, of course, yes! Thank you very much, My Lord!
22nd October
Prosecutor's Office
Iris:
Ooh! So this is the legendary Reaper's office?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it appears so.
Iris:
Brrr, it sends a chill down your spine, doesn't it? What an amazingly deathly atmosphere!
Ryunosuke:
...Oh, is that...? (That hooded figure was so still, I hadn't noticed his or her presence. I wonder who it is...?)
???:
What are you doing here?
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(He's as unwelcoming as I thought he'd be. Actually, maybe even more so...) Oh, I, um... I'm glad to see you're well.
Van Zieks:
...I am.
Ryunosuke:
......... So...who's the person over by the wall being...punished for something or other?
Van Zieks:
No punishment is taking place here.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Van Zieks:
That's my apprentice. And he's sitting there of his own free will.
Ryunosuke:
I didn't know you had an apprentice. (It must be the same person who was pictured in the newspaper...)
Van Zieks:
He's very able in combat. ...A requisite skill for anyone under my tutelage.
Ryunosuke:
Are you referring to the attack on the Reaper that was reported in the papers?
Van Zieks:
The Reaper? I'd be interested to know the Reaper's true identity myself. Assuming, that is, such a fabled fiend genuinely inhabits our great courtrooms...
Examine
Bottles or chalices
Ryunosuke:
Look at that fine collection of hallowed chalices and bottles neatly lined up there...
Van Zieks:
My hallowed bottles are filled with the essence of the finest grapes from the finest vineyards I visit. And I personally oversee these chalices being made by the finest crystal craftsmen in the world.
Iris:
And yet you throw them around in court like they were worthless.
Van Zieks:
Yes...because this imbecile is so unimaginably and repeatedly wide of the mark sometimes.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
Before you open your mouth next time, you should consider the poor artisans whose work you defile.
Ryunosuke:
So...it's my fault? ...Silly me. How could I ever have thought otherwise?
Desk near window or chessboard
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks's desk, look. It's so stylish.
Iris:
And that's a marble chess set beside it.
Ryunosuke:
Chess... That's the Western version of our Japanese 'shogi' game, isn't it? You know, I'm actually quite good at shogi problems.
Iris:
Oh, really? You'd probably like chess problems, in that case.
Ryunosuke:
...I'd love to challenge Lord van Zieks sometime. To a bout of shogi problems.
Iris:
If you only really want to challenge yourself, you can always do that on your own at home.
Portrait
Ryunosuke:
That portrait really dominates the room, doesn't it? It's a very majestic outfit and pose. But sadly... ...whoever painted it didn't do a very good job of capturing Lord van Zieks's facial features.
Iris:
Yes, you're right. I mean, it's not far off, but the artist has exaggerated his subject's handsomeness, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! That reminds me... I heard Emperor Napoleon of France ordered artists to make him look more attractive when they painted him.
Iris:
How vain. That's really not an attractive quality in a person, is it?
Van Zieks:
That portrait does not depict me. Surely that's immediately obvious!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Then...who is it?
Van Zieks:
.........
Great Exhibition model
Iris:
Ooh, look! It's a scale model of the Great Exhibition showground!
Ryunosuke:
That's amazing. I wonder why it's here...
Iris:
Perhaps he made it to take his mind off the sadness of being too busy to attend in person?
Ryunosuke:
Or perhaps he's too embarrassed to queue up for a ticket.
Van Zieks:
Surely it's obvious that I'm using it as an investigative aid!
Iris:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
You Nipponese have no business painting others as overly reserved.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I really didn't think he'd overhear that.)
Bats
Ryunosuke:
Wah! They were bats!
Iris:
Yes. The Reaper's familiars, I expect.
Ryunosuke:
But what about the mute man in the dark cloak? I thought he was the familiar. Just not the flying kind.
Iris:
He must be a dear friend of Mr Reaper, then.
Ryunosuke:
......... I think the familiar idea is more likely. (Scary though, either way.)
Hooded figure
Ryunosuke:
(It really looks like a punishment to me...)
Iris:
I've never seen someone sitting like that before!
Ryunosuke:
He hasn't moved a muscle since we arrived. Do you think perhaps he's dead?
Iris:
If he was dead, Runo, he wouldn't be sitting up, would he?
Ryunosuke:
Well anyway, dead or alive, he's not overly approachable, is he? I don't think he's going to talk to us.
Iris:
He's not dead!
Wall of casks
Ryunosuke:
Look at all those ancient casks lining the wall there.
Iris:
Casks in the Reaper's chamber... ...Or are they caskets?
Ryunosuke:
You, you don't think... ...all those p-people who escaped c-c-conviction in court are lying inside them...d-dead, do you?
Van Zieks:
What ridiculous notions are going through your head, man? This is my collection of fine vintages!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, of course. Thank you for clearing that up...
Iris:
Runo and I were just musing to ourselves. Don't mind us, Mr Reaper.
Van Zieks:
I wouldn't, if you hadn't invited yourselves to my office to talk nonsense within my earshot.
Converse
Last night's attack
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart said that the assault last night was some sort of revenge attack?
Van Zieks:
True. Carried out by henchmen of Odie Asman's criminal organisation. The investigation meant their arrests were imminent. Presumably some hoped to kill me before that happened.
Ryunosuke:
Odie Asman...
Van Zieks:
He's always masqueraded as one of London's most powerful financiers. A global investor. But his enormous wealth came to him by underhand means, via his criminal activities.
Iris:
And he used that money to buy himself a verdict of not guilty when he found himself in court, didn't he? Being prosecuted by you, Mr Reaper.
Van Zieks:
But the man got his comeuppance in the end. Yesterday in fact, in extraordinary circumstances. It was a most unusual cause of death.
Ryunosuke:
I, I know about that! It was super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis gone wrong!
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Asman died when the demonstration on the public experimentation stage ended in an enormous explosion.
Van Zieks:
...Correct. And you think I have some kind of divine ability to cause an accident like that to happen, do you?
Ryunosuke:
Well...no, that does seem a little far-fetched. (If this man really is the fabled Reaper, then he has to be innocent of this particular death, at least.)
Iris:
It's strange how this has worked out, isn't it, Runo? I mean, what with you taking on the professor's defence for the trial tomorrow.
Van Zieks:
What?! You're going to be defending him?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, that's right. Though I barely know the man's name yet, to be honest.
Van Zieks:
Albert. Albert Harebrayne.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. ...Do you know him, by any chance?
Van Zieks:
......... Of course. He's a contemporary of mine. We were at university together.
Ryunosuke:
Your...
Iris:
WHAT?!
Your contemporary (appears after "Last night's attack")
Ryunosuke:
I'd understood that Professor Harebrayne was from Germany, though.
Van Zieks:
Harebrayne's from a respectable British family. After graduating from the University of London, he moved to Germany to carry out research, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
So you were students together...
Van Zieks:
I was in the faculty of law, of course. And he in science. So our paths rarely crossed. But curiously, we got along. Though I've not met him since my university days. I certainly didn't expect our next encounter to take this form. And with you of all people representing him.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Only if I make it out of this office alive...) He's actually been charged with murder, it seems.
Van Zieks:
Yes, I know. Because the prosecution... ...will be handled by me.
Ryunosuke:
By you?! But...but you made it sound as if you and the professor had been friends.
Van Zieks:
We are friends, it's true.
Ryunosuke:
Then why would you do this?
Iris:
If the Reaper is the prosecutor, there's nothing anyone can do to save him! He's doomed!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... (What's Lord van Zieks thinking...?)
The Reaper's identity
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by what you said before? If you'd like to know the Reaper's true identity, does that mean...?
Van Zieks:
I'm a Crown prosecutor and a mortal like any other. I'm no demigod.
Iris:
But they've all died, haven't they? The people you've prosecuted, I mean. ...Whether or not the trial ended in a conviction or an acquittal...
Van Zieks:
Those I prosecute are the vilest wretches of our society. People who without question deserve to be found guilty. ...The world is a better place without them.
Ryunosuke:
But... ...that's not true of Mr Natsume, for example. He wasn't a vile wretch at all.
Iris:
Nor was Ginny! In fact, she's ever so hard-working now.
Van Zieks:
......... I can't deny that since I encountered you, things have taken a turn. But the point is this: If any of those vile wretches that escaped justice subsequently died in mysterious circumstances... ...it was at the hand of their own kind. It's not my work.
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart said the same. He believes you're not involved in any way.
Iris:
But you were attacked by those ruffians because they believe it's true!
Van Zieks:
......... The fact is, since people started to call me the Reaper of the Bailey... ...the number of serious crimes in the capital has dropped substantially.
Ryunosuke:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
It would appear that even the most hardened criminals can be made fearful for their lives.
Ryunosuke:
......... Do you mean to say...?
Van Zieks:
I mean to say that if my pseudonym serves a useful purpose... ...I adopt it gladly, and with honour.
Ryunosuke:
But it's putting you in danger! You could be killed!
Van Zieks:
If that is my fate, let God decide.
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks...
Your apprentice (appears after presenting Great Exhibition Newspaper)
Van Zieks:
He's in my tutelage to become a prosecutor. So you could say he's my apprentice, I suppose.
Iris:
Ah, like you are to Hurley then, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
(I don't remember taking an apprenticeship with a great detective...)
Van Zieks:
He's currently compiling a report about last night's attack.
Ryunosuke:
It looks like he's wearing some kind of mask...?
Van Zieks:
On Lord Stronghart's orders. Nobody knows the man's face. ...Or indeed his identity.
Ryunosuke:
But why would you agree to take on such a clearly suspicious individual?
Van Zieks:
Lord Stronghart's orders again. He's not one for meaningless follies. There will be a good reason for his actions.
Ryunosuke:
...I hope you're right.
Apprentice:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...Ah!
Van Zieks:
The task is complete? Good. In that case, you can collate all the briefs.
Apprentice:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... N-Nice to meet you...?
Apprentice:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Back to work again... That was really strange, though. I've never met the man before. I didn't even know he existed. And yet... ...somehow it didn't feel like our first encounter.)
Van Zieks:
Don't bother trying to converse with him. He says nothing to anybody from outside this office. Lord Stronghart has strictly forbidden it.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. I see...
Van Zieks:
Why are you so interested in my apprentice anyway?
Ryunosuke:
Hm? Oh, no! I mean... Sorry, I didn't mean to... (The way he stood there so casually, yet with that flawless posture... ......... It, it couldn't be...)
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Um, I know you've seen this around my arm before, but...
Van Zieks:
What is it, exactly?
Ryunosuke:
It's the mark of a defence lawyer. ...In Japan at least.
Van Zieks:
And what's your reason for showing it to a British prosecutor?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...well... I don't know, really.
Van Zieks:
......... I can understand, at least... ...there's merit in reminding yourself of who helped you become what you are today.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Van Zieks:
But that's a personal matter. Something you may want to keep close at all times, not something to flaunt.
Ryunosuke:
No...I suppose not. Thank you for understanding, though.
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks, about the article in this paper...
Van Zieks:
Ah, yes... It seems there was a reporter nearby when that little skirmish took place. I had no idea I'd been photographed. It was careless of me.
Iris:
It looks as though it was taken after the people who attacked you had run away, though.
Van Zieks:
Rest assured, the police have already apprehended every last one of them.
Ryunosuke:
But there's someone else fighting alongside you, it seems. And I think it's the same man who's sitting over there as we speak, isn't it?
Van Zieks:
......... As I mentioned already... ...he's my apprentice.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps you could tell us a little more about him?
Van Zieks:
.........
Great Exhibition Newspaper (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Having read what happened to you, it's lucky you weren't injured...or worse.
Van Zieks:
My highly skilled apprentice was with me. Our attackers are the lucky ones...for escaping with their lives.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Van Zieks:
What I really can't believe is that the incident was captured on film. If the journalist had been spotted, it would have ended very badly for him indeed.
Ryunosuke:
......... (It sounds like the luckiest person there... ...was whoever wrote the article for the paper.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Van Zieks:
Ah yes, there's something I've been meaning to ask you...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! What's that?
Van Zieks:
That Nipponese man. Is he faring well?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
The one arrested twice in succession six months ago. With the stoop. And the moustache. And the jitters.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Mr Natsume, you mean?
Iris:
...I'm not sure he'd be very pleased to find out you identified him from that list, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
He's fine, thank you. In fact, I received a letter from him by international post only the other day.
Van Zieks:
I see. ......... Well, I think we can end our discussion there, don't you? There's little time left before tomorrow's trial. I advise you to spend it investigating the case.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, thank you for the advice. And for the conversation. (I can't believe he's asking after Soseki-san. After a 'Nipponese'! I'm not sure whether to feel happy about that or worried.)
Iris:
I never imagined that Mr Reaper would be friends with a mad scientist, did you? That's a turn-up for the books!
Ryunosuke:
A mad scientist? Ah, you mean Professor Harebrayne? (Yes, it might be worth quizzing the professor about his relationship with Lord van Zieks, I think.)
22nd October
Local Prison, Cell 11
Ryunosuke:
The warden said cell eleven. That's this one...
Iris:
Oh! There's someone curled up in a ball in the back corner, look!
Ryunosuke:
What's his name again? Professor Albert Harebrayne, wasn't it? ...Um, excuse me! Professor Harebrayne!
Harebrayne:
...! Who are you?
Ryunosuke:
I'm Ryunosuke Naruhodo. I'm a defence lawyer.
Harebrayne:
A LAWYER!
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (Was it something I said?!)
Harebrayne:
A, a lawyer, you say? W-W-W-Would you be here... a-a-a-about the experiment? ARE YOU GOING TO DEFEND MY HYPOTHESIS?!
Ryunosuke:
Your...hypothesis? Sorry, I don't-
Harebrayne:
Yesterday's demonstration! That demonstration was... That magnificent demonstration was... It was an out-and-out success! By anyone's calculations! B-B-B-But despite that... ...no one listens! No lawyer believes in the science! When it's explained, they all leave...at high velocity! Haah...
Ryunosuke:
......... (Now's probably not a good time to mention that your zeal made my concentration leave for a while, too...)
Converse
Yesterday's demonstration
Ryunosuke:
Um, you mentioned the demonstration yesterday...
Iris:
The papers have called it a spectacular failure. After all, a man died in the explosion, didn't he?
Harebrayne:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! Yes, you could interpret the results that way if you really wanted to! Well, I, I suppose in the strictest sense... ...the experiment was a failure. But at the same time, it was a great success!
Ryunosuke:
...You've lost me.
Harebrayne:
I saw it with my own eyes! Right there in front of me! Mr Asman was spontaneously disassembled! Until then, everything was going exactly as my calculations had predicted! At that point, he should have been beamed to the Crystal Tower by instantaneous kinesis! However...
Ryunosuke:
...The machine exploded and Mr Asman in fact perished?
Harebrayne:
Yes. I can't deny that part of the experiment was a failure.
Ryunosuke:
So what you're really saying is, the large explosion that killed Mr Asman was an accident, correct?
Iris:
But the bigwigs had you arrested on suspicion of murder.
Harebrayne:
......... I was responsible for a man's death. That is the immutable truth here. And for that, I wish to be punished. At once! B-But... ...murder?! Never in a million years! It, it was an accident! Simply an accident!
Ryunosuke:
...I see.
Iris:
Hurley and I were talking this morning, you know. He said the situation would change completely depending on whether it was treated as an accident or murder.
Ryunosuke:
How exactly?
Iris:
Well, if it really was an accident, then the professor's machine would be kept in protective custody.
Ryunosuke:
On what grounds?
Harebrayne:
Ah, yes, it's newly established here in Britain. The Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act.
Ryunosuke:
(That one passed me by...)
Iris:
But if the case is treated as murder...
Harebrayne:
...Then they'll say my machine was the murder weapon, and they'll be able to pore over it as much as they like! If they examine it in detail, they'll find out how it's made, and then... They'll be able to copy my idea! My precious hypothesis will be stolen! The machine must be protected from that at all costs! That's why it's imperative this whole incident is shown to have been an accident in tomorrow's trial!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see now.
Instantaneous kinesis
Ryunosuke:
So in short...there was a terrible accident at the Great Exhibition showground yesterday.
Harebrayne:
Yes! Or rather no. The devil is in the details! Strictly speaking, there was a terrible explosion.
Ryunosuke:
(Sounds the same to me...)
Iris:
You were demonstrating super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis, weren't you? How fascinating!
Harebrayne:
Humans, like all matter, are made up of particles that are held together by electrical bonds. So it must be possible, using a sufficiently high voltage, to break those bonds and beam the particles through space! That's, that's it in a nutshell! That's my idea, you see? That's my amazing hypothesis!
Ryunosuke:
Gosh... That's unimaginably high-level science.
Harebrayne:
Oh, but dare to imagine it! Dare to dream of such incredible technology! Just think! One moment I could be here in this cell, and the next...I could be at the Great Exhibition again!
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes! That would be incredible.
Harebrayne:
And the next, in the mere blink of an eye, I could be at a great Parisian theatre, say! The possibilities are endless! The whole of our vast planet would be within reach!
Ryunosuke:
(...So no more hiding in wardrobes on rocky seas for fifty days?)
Iris:
Hm, I don't really see it like that.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean, Iris?
Iris:
Well, if you could travel anywhere in the world instantly... ...the planet wouldn't really seem vast any more, would it? I think it would feel like it had shrunk.
Harebrayne:
My word! That's, that's exactly right! Wh-What are the implications...? What does this mean? .........
Iris:
Oops, that's got Professor Bunnybrain really worried by the look of it.
Ryunosuke:
(Clearly this is yet another case of 'just because you can, doesn't mean you should', I suppose...)
Harebrayne:
The point is, my calculations are flawless! The science works! But without a practical demonstration, it means nothing! And that's always the fly in the ointment.
Iris:
Because practical demonstrations cost a lot of money. Money that young scientists like you don't have.
Harebrayne:
That's...that's exactly it, yes.
Iris:
Hurley's always complaining about it. He says the government should invest more in science.
Harebrayne:
Well anyway, I bumped into him at the right time. I met the well known investor, Mr Asman!
Ryunosuke:
The victim who died in yesterday's terrible incident, you mean?
The Reaper's varsity years (appears after clearing all Converse options in Prosecutor's Office)
Ryunosuke:
I understand Lord van Zieks is a friend of yours from your university days?
Harebrayne:
Yes, that's right. He was studying law whilst I was studying science.
Ryunosuke:
What was he like back then?
Harebrayne:
Hm, a good question... Unassuming...gentlemanly... An all-around nice fellow, really.
Ryunosuke:
......... Sorry, I, I think you misheard me. I'm talking about the cold-hearted, merciless prosecutor Barok van Zieks... What was he like when he was at university?
Iris:
...Talk about a leading question, Runo.
Harebrayne:
As I said: an unassuming and extremely pleasant gentleman. After all, he is the little darling of the van Zieks family, with all its great aristocratic origins.
Iris:
I, I didn't realise he had quite such noble blood!
Ryunosuke:
Little darling?!
Harebrayne:
......... It was a bit of a shock when I came back to Britain and learnt what he'd become. The Reaper of the Bailey no less!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right.
Harebrayne:
I did hear, though... ...that there was a very big event in his life that completely changed him after graduation.
Ryunosuke:
Really? What sort of event?
Harebrayne:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! I'm, I'm sorry, but I don't know any more. I wasn't in the country at the time. I was in Germany already.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. ...Yes, of course. (If he's heard all about the Reaper... ...I really don't have the heart to tell him that Lord van Zieks will be the prosecutor in court tomorrow.)
The victim (appears after "Instantaneous kinesis")
Ryunosuke:
The full name of the man who died in yesterday's accident was Mr Odie Asman, wasn't it? What exactly was your relationship with the man?
Harebrayne:
He first visited me in my laboratory in Germany a year ago now. He said he wanted to invest in my immaculate hypothesis. I thanked my lucky stars!
Ryunosuke:
I see... So you hadn't really known each other until then.
Iris:
Money for scientific research... I'm so envious!
Harebrayne:
As far as I was concerned, the man was an angel!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...really?
Harebrayne:
An archangel, even! He was prepared to fund a practical demonstration of my hypothesis for presentation at the Great Exhibition! And if that went well, I could expect additional financial support for my research from the British government! Mr Asman provided me with money and an exceptional engineer. He produced a machine to my precise specifications.
Iris:
But then your dreams were blown to dust in one enormous explosion.
Harebrayne:
As you can see, I owed everything to Mr Asman. I would never, ever have thought of taking the man's life!
Ryunosuke:
(Well, he seems genuine enough. I don't think he's lying.)
Present
Armband
Harebrayne:
Ah, fascinating, yes!
Ryunosuke:
In Japan, where I come from, it's the symbol of a defence lawyer. Wearing it is very bracing, I find.
Harebrayne:
Hm, your words make some sense to me, but they are entirely illogical.
Ryunosuke:
...What do you mean?
Harebrayne:
Well, for example, I find this white laboratory coat that I wear for my work very bracing, too. However, in my case, there is a perfectly logical reason for that feeling.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Really? What is it?
Harebrayne:
I, I purchased the wrong size by mistake. This one is too small for me. The sleeves, especially, are extremely bracing. I can barely move my wrists.
Ryunosuke:
......... That's what you call logical, is it?
Harebrayne:
Of course! It's entirely logical! That's science, Mr Naruhodo!
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Harebrayne:
Ugh...how could this have happened?
Ryunosuke:
You must feel awful. As well as a man losing his life, the Crystal Tower was greatly damaged, too.
Harebrayne:
I, I know what happened! It must have been that!
Ryunosuke:
'That'?
Harebrayne:
The day before the demonstration, I had my usual meal of frankfurters at the hotel restaurant. When I paid the bill, they gave me three shillings too much in change. But...instead of saying anything, I just slipped the coins into my pocket! They're still there now! It's divine retribution for my wrongdoing, that's what this is!
Ryunosuke:
(For a scientist, he has some very illogical anecdotes. Long and illogical.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
So, Professor, let me just make absolutely sure I've understood you properly. The huge explosion that occurred yesterday... That was an accident, you're saying? You had no intent to harm the victim, who was in fact the sole investor in your work. Is that correct?
Harebrayne:
As correct as two squared is four! I swear it! Yes, it's true that the man perished in a machine of my invention. So I know that I'm far from blameless in all this. But still! I would never use my discoveries, my inventions, to take a person's life! Not in a centillion years! I'm a man of science! It's all I know! You have to believe me! Please! Do you believe me? Do you believe in my hypothesis? Science is the pursuit of truth, you know. I've always believed that. All my life!
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm afraid I don't know much about science. Or your theories. But I do believe you. And I will fight to prove your innocence with all my might. I'm a man of the law! It's all I know! You have to believe me! Please!
Harebrayne:
......... When I went to live in Germany after I graduated, I learnt something very important. Nationality, class, lineage...none of that matters. As long as you try your hardest, you can achieve anything.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you for that, Professor.
Harebrayne:
And thank you in advance for defending me tomorrow in court!
Iris:
Alright, Runo, it's time! Time to visit the Great Exhibition!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
Well, that's where the incident happened, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I suppose that's true. (Time to investigate at last!)
22nd October
The Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... The showgrounds are a little too big for my liking... We've been walking around in dense crowds for two hours now, and I've felt myself swooning three times.
Iris:
There are a lot of people, aren't there? I've almost been trodden on three times, too!
Ryunosuke:
...Be careful, won't you, Iris? Don't let go of my hand. (We've finally made it through the throngs though, by the look of it. Here we are underneath the public experimentation stage where the explosion happened yesterday.)
???:
.........!
???:
.........!
Ryunosuke:
(What's that...? I can hear voices from up on the stage. It sounds like an argument...)
???:
Right, I've had it with you this time! I'm warnin' you, I'll arrest you in a minute!
???:
Oh yeah? Go on then, 'Spector, give it a shot! You ain't got no evidence, an' you know it!
Ryunosuke:
(Wait... I know those voices.)
???:
You've got a cheeky little mouth on you, young lady! But a night in the cells will teach you some manners!
???:
Just try it, I dare ya! If ya want that bag o' chips rammed down yer throat!
Iris:
Yoo-hoo! Gregsy! What are you doing up there?
Gregson:
......... Ah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! It's you! Here! You're here! Here you are! You! Here! Your Ladyshiiip! How are you, Your Ladyship? I do hope you're well, Your Ladyship?
Ryunosuke:
(...Does that make her three times a lady?)
Iris:
I'm not well at all. It's far too busy everywhere. I wanted to ride in a balloon, but there was a three-hour queue.
Gregson:
Unbelievable! I'll go an' have a word for you at once, Your Ladyship! You'll be flyin' as high as a kite in no time once I pull some strings for you!
Ryunosuke:
Tobias Gregson, an inspector at Scotland Yard. Until recently, he was suspended from duty, but it would appear he's back in action now. He's actually quite well known, appearing as he does in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'. And for that reason, he can't say a word wrong to the stories' author, Iris. (But there are limits, surely... Or there should be!)
Gregson:
Watch it, sunshine!
Ryunosuke:
S-Sorry...
Gregson:
What gives, then? Don't tell me you're on this case?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm acting for the defence.
Iris:
So we're here to investigate!
Gregson:
Hmmm... Dear me, that's the situation, is it?
Ryunosuke:
(Is it really that troubling?)
???:
Tsk. A measly five bob? Is that all ya got? Yer a lawyer, ain't ya? Ya could stand to carry a bit more copper around in yer pockets, Mr Narra-'Oddo!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? Hey! That's my last bit of spending money, that is!
???:
Ya can 'ave it back, but I'll 'ave to charge ya for all the bother. Three bob.
Ryunosuke:
This is Gina Lestrade, a pickpocket, or 'diver', born and bred in the East End of London. In the case that led to my own suspension six months ago... ...this is the young girl I was defending in court.
Gina:
Wot's yer problem, eh, 'Oddo?! 'Diver'? Pickpocket? Wot's wiv all the name-callin'? You wanna bag o' chips rammed down yer throat an' all, do ya?
Ryunosuke:
I, I thought you were proud to be a diver, Gina? You were just arguing with Inspector Gregson about it, weren't you? I assumed you'd been up to your usual tricks here at the showground.
Gina:
That ain't no way to talk to a lady, 'Oddo. 'Alf a year's a long time. People can change. I'm an apprentice now. Learnin' to be a Scotland Yard detective. So you'll 'ave to call me wot everyone else does: It's Inspector Lestrade now!
Ryunosuke:
In... Inspector?! (That badge is homemade, surely...)
Gregson:
The 'inspector' part isn't entirely accurate. No one calls her that. For what it's worth, anyway. Investigatin' is off the cards for all of us.
Iris:
What's that supposed to mean?
Gregson:
Right, well, I'll be back up top. You hold the fort down here, alright?
Gina:
Right...sir.
Ryunosuke:
(This... This raises a LOT of questions!)
Examine
Stairs
Ryunosuke:
These stairs obviously lead to the stage above. We should go up there and investigate the exact spot where the experiment was being conducted...
Leads to "The Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage" location
Experimentation stage base
Ryunosuke:
This platform must have been set up for the experiment, I suppose. It's very high up.
Iris:
About thirty feet above the ground, apparently. That's what a policeman I just spoke to said.
Ryunosuke:
I don't really understand 'feet' very well. We don't use them in Japan.
Iris:
Oh yes, sorry. It's about nine metres. But soon you'll have been in London a year, Runo. It's time you got used to our measurements.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, well... This thing is so tall, the spectators at the front would just have seen a wall and nothing else!
Iris:
They probably thought they'd secured the best spot to watch from, only to be disappointed...
Ryunosuke:
There's a saying in Japan: the darkest spot is right under the lighthouse. ...I feel like it probably applies here.
Crystal Tower
Ryunosuke:
The Crystal Tower... It's certainly an apt name. It was built to be the focal point of the exhibition. And it definitely is, being so tall and with all that glass... I can't imagine a building like this ever being erected in Japan.
Iris:
There are lots of exhibits inside the tower as well, apparently. Of course there's an observation deck, but there's also an art gallery, a zoo and a museum! But I heard you have to queue for three hours just to get through the doors!
Ryunosuke:
Well, at the moment, the shattered glass from the failed experiment may well be the biggest draw.
Iris:
And thanks to that accident, the whole tower is shut.
Ryunosuke:
Suddenly it's not the Crystal Tower any more, but the Crystal Glass Shower...
Iris:
Apparently everyone's taking to the skies now to look down on the disaster area from above instead. But there's a three-hour queue to go up in a balloon now.
Ryunosuke:
...Londoners must be very patient people.
Large hole in glass
Gina:
That's where the cove ended up after 'is 'instant kinesis' or wotever they call it. Dead, o' course.
Ryunosuke:
And yet they're calling the experiment a success?
Iris:
What's the wooden scaffold there for?
Gina:
The coppers - our lads - set that up after the incident 'appened. To get the body down, I think. Dunno, really...
Ryunosuke:
Didn't you help to erect the scaffold, then?
Gina:
Nah, lookout duty's more my thing. Wanderin' round the exhibition an' keepin' a 'lookout' for the fun stuff.
Ryunosuke:
...Mind Gregson doesn't hear you saying that, or he'll give you the boot. (It's incredible though, isn't it? I mean...could the victim really have bridged that gap by some sort of invisible kinesis...?)
Hot air balloons
Ryunosuke:
I've been meaning to ask you for a while now, but what are those funny round blobs floating in the sky?
Iris:
Oh, they're the flying balloons I've been talking about. I want to go up in one sooo much!
Ryunosuke:
...I've, I've read about situations like this in a magazine about strange phenomena. C-Creatures from outer space c-coming in round, flying objects...t-t-to attack Earth!
Iris:
What?
Ryunosuke:
I, I suppose inhabitants of o-other planets are b-bound to be interested in the G-Great Exhibition... This is it, Iris! It's happening!
Iris:
...It's not, don't worry. I'll explain it all to you later over a nice cup of tea, Runo.
Green cloth on ground
Iris:
Oh look, what's this? A ripped piece of cloth...
Ryunosuke:
Hm, it's not like any fabric I've ever seen before. (It's very thick and stiff. It looks extremely durable...)
Iris:
It's canvas, I think. With some sort of rubber backing. And the edges appear to be a bit charred as well.
Ryunosuke:
(Maybe that means it had something to do with the explosion...)
Iris:
Let's make a note of it while Ginny's mid-yawn!
The piece of green cloth has been entered into the Court Record.
Green cloth on ground (subsequent times)
Iris:
Oh look, what's this? A ripped piece of cloth...
Ryunosuke:
Hm, it's not like any fabric I've ever seen before. (It's very thick and stiff. It looks extremely durable...)
Iris:
It's canvas, I think. With some sort of rubber backing. And the edges appear to be a bit charred as well.
Ryunosuke:
(Maybe that means it had something to do with the explosion...)
Scorch marks on ground
Ryunosuke:
For some reason the ground is damaged in this spot, look. ...Almost as if there was a fire here or something.
Iris:
Yes, if you look closely, there's some scattered ash and burnt embers, too...
Ryunosuke:
Well, I suppose there was a big explosion just above here. People probably wouldn't bat an eyelid at a small fire like this would have been.
Iris:
...I'm not sure we English are quite that laid-back, Runo.
Device on ground
Iris:
...Ah, it looks as though somebody dropped something behind the tree just here...
Ryunosuke:
Dropped...or hid? What is this? Some part of the machine that exploded?
Iris:
Maybe. It could have fallen from the platform above in the blast, perhaps.
Gina:
Wot's goin' on 'ere?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Nothing. (I think I'll hang on to this, just in case...)
The mysterious contraption has been entered into the Court Record.
Converse
About Gina
Ryunosuke:
It was eight months ago now that I first encountered Gina, in connection with a case I was working on. At the time, she was living in the East End with a group of other orphans. She helped all of them survive by pickpocketing, but then she got embroiled in a murder.
Gina:
I 'ad a lot of time to think in prison. I realised I couldn't go on like I was. The divin' weren't workin' out.
Iris:
Oh, I'm so pleased to hear it, Ginny! Well done!
Ryunosuke:
So...you went from being a pickpocket...to a detective?
Gina:
You got it! Good, innit? Inspector Lestrade! Sounds like somefin' out of a book, eh?
Ryunosuke:
(Talk about a sea change...)
Gina:
And then there's Iris's old man to think about.
Ryunosuke:
Iris's father, you mean?
Gina:
Yeah. I promised 'er, didn't I? I said I'd get all the police forces 'round the world to pull out all the stops lookin' for 'im.
Ryunosuke:
...Just a small promise, then. Nothing serious.
Iris:
Oh, Ginny, you're so sweet...
Gina:
So anyway, that's 'ow come I 'ad a go at the test for Scotland Yard. Only trouble is, I don't read so well, do I?
Ryunosuke:
...Just a small problem. Nothing serious.
Iris:
And that's when Hurley approached Gregsy and asked for help. So the inspector said he'd take full responsibility for Ginny and made her a sort of apprentice.
Ryunosuke:
...That was very magnanimous of Inspector Gregson. And brave.
Iris:
Well, you know Hurley. He enjoys finding ways to make people do what he wants.
Ryunosuke:
(The great detective likes digging for dirt, in other words...)
Gina:
So, the long and the short of it is, if you've got questions about the case, ya can ask Inspector Lestrade!
Ryunosuke:
Right then...'Inspector'... (Actually, there's still a big mystery surrounding Gina, isn't there?)
Iris:
Ooh, what, Runo, what?
Ryunosuke:
Well, six months ago, Gina was the defendant in a trial prosecuted by the Reaper. A trial in which she was found not guilty. And yet here she is still...
Gina:
Come on! Yer not still on about that, are ya? The legend o' the Reaper or wotever it's called. Cor, ya don't 'alf worry, 'Oddo!
Ryunosuke:
(If I didn't 'half' worry, there probably wouldn't be a 'whole' lot of you left!)
Gina:
It's like I told ya before, innit? The Reaper's kind o' like 'Im upstairs. So 'e knows wot I'm like on the inside. That I ain't really done nuffin' wrong.
Ryunosuke:
('Nothing wrong' might be stretching a point...)
Iris:
What about Mr Natsume in Japan? He's perfectly fine, isn't he?
Ryunosuke:
Well...that's true. Perhaps the Reaper is more discerning than I thought...
Gina:
Exactly! So I ain't worried. I'm totally fine!
Yesterday's incident
Gina:
Cor, it was out o' this world, it was! The brainy bloke pulled a bunch o' levers on 'is machine, and suddenly it started billowin' smoke. Then it just went pop. I ain't seen a better experiment 'ere yet.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
You mean...you saw it, Ginny? With your own eyes?!
Gina:
Yeah, 'course. The boss is in charge 'ere, ain't 'e? Of keepin' everyfin' runnin' smooth, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
(The 'boss' being Inspector Gregson, I suppose. That's going to take some getting used to...)
Gina:
So all I 'ave to say is that I'm on duty, an' I can do wotever I want to! Get this! I was up in one o' them flyin' balloons when it 'appened! Watchin' it from above!
Iris:
No! You're so lucky, Ginny! Maybe I should join Scotland Yard, too...
Gina:
Yeah, do it! You know 'ow to put the boss in 'is place already, right, Iris? You'd 'ave no trouble at all.
Iris:
Then it's settled! When do I start?
Ryunosuke:
No no no! You can't join Scotland Yard, Iris.
Iris:
We'll see... Anyway, what I don't understand is this: if the machine exploded so spectacularly... ...how can Professor Bunnybrain still be claiming that his experiment was a success?
Gina:
Oh, right. Well, it was a success...in a way.
Ryunosuke:
It was? (How can it have been?)
Successful experiment? (appears after "Yesterday's incident")
Ryunosuke:
Surely after the whole machine blew up, no one could call the experiment a success.
Gina:
It's like I said, it did sort of work. I mean, yeah, there was a load o' smoke an' that whoppin' great bang... ...but where d'ya think they found the victim's body, eh? In the Crystal Tower over there!
Ryunosuke:
What? (In the tower?)
Gina:
You can see for yerself, can't ya? Up there above the scaffold...
Iris:
Oh! Where all the glass is broken, you mean?
Gina:
Yeah. The cage wot the victim got in to start wiv... ...really did get beamed through the air or wotever and landed all the way over there. So, ya see? It did kind o' work...didn't it?
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?! (I, I don't believe it...)
Gina:
I mean, I don't get the ins an' outs of it, but anyfin's possible, right? Wiv science. Oh, I tell ya wot. You can 'ave this. It's a plan o' the experiment they drew up at the Yard.
Ryunosuke:
Are, are you sure?
Gina:
Yeah, go on. I 'ad three bob off ya before, so fair's fair.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I didn't actually give that to you...did I?)
The sketch of the experiment has been entered into the Court Record.
Successful experiment? (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Surely after the whole machine blew up, no one could call the experiment a success.
Gina:
It's like I said, it did sort of work. I mean, yeah, there was a load o' smoke an' that whoppin' great bang... ...but where d'ya think they found the victim's body, eh? In the Crystal Tower over there!
Ryunosuke:
What? (In the tower?)
Gina:
You can see for yerself, can't ya? Up there above the scaffold...
Iris:
Oh! Where all the glass is broken, you mean?
Gina:
Yeah. The cage wot the victim got in to start wiv... ...really did get beamed through the air or wotever and landed all the way over there. So, ya see? It did kind o' work...didn't it?
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?! (I, I don't believe it...)
Gina:
I mean, I don't get the ins an' outs of it, but anyfin's possible, right? Wiv science.
About the investigation
Ryunosuke:
Something Inspector Gregson said before seemed a little strange.
Gregson:
For what it's worth, anyway. Investigatin' is off the cards for all of us.
Iris:
Yes, naughty old Gregsy ran off after that without explaining himself.
Gina:
Oh right, that. The boss said no one's allowed to investigate that weird machine wot blew up yesterday.
Iris:
Well that's not fair! We're representing the defendant!
Ryunosuke:
In that case, could you at least tell us what you've learnt from your investigations?
Gina:
Nah, yer not gettin' it. We ain't allowed to investigate, neither.
Ryunosuke:
Why?!
Gina:
Wot did the boss call 'em again? The Forensic Investigation Team, I think. Anyway, apart from them lot, no one's allowed to lay a finger on the scene. Bit funny, innit?
Ryunosuke:
So even Scotland Yard's own detectives can't investigate... Yes, I've never heard something like that before.
Gina:
I thought I could 'ave a gander on the quiet, though, but the boss caught me at it. You prob'ly 'eard 'im givin' me an earful about it before from down 'ere, didn't ya? It's not bleedin' fair!
Ryunosuke:
...I think you were giving him as much of an earful back, as I remember it.
Gina:
Yeah, well, sometimes I think it's all them chips wot make 'im so stubborn. You say somefin' to 'im, 'Oddo. Go on! See if you can get through to 'im!
Ryunosuke:
(He's up on the platform above us, is he? Where the machine that exploded is...)
Iris:
We can try, can't we, Runo? Gregsy will listen to us!
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
This armband is proof - in Japan at least - that I'm a defence lawyer.
Gina:
And this badge is proof that I'm a detective! So yer all gonna 'ave to start callin' me Inspector Lestrade!
Ryunosuke:
In that case, you'll have to start calling me... Well, anything but ''Oddo'.
Gina:
I could call ya 'Defender Narra-'Oddo' if ya like. ...But it don't really trip off the tongue.
Ryunosuke:
No...it doesn't have a great ring to it, does it?
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Gina, would you take a look at- Oh! Where did it go?
Gina:
Hehe! Lookin' for this, 'Oddo?
Ryunosuke:
(When did she do that?!)
Gina:
I wonder if you've got anyfin' else to show me, eh? Wot d'ya reckon?
Ryunosuke:
...Give that back first, please.
Examine evidence
Piece of Green Cloth
Blackened back side
Ryunosuke:
It looks like layers of thick canvas with a thick rubber lining of sorts. I've never seen anything like it before. But applying Mr Sholmes's methods... ...you might deduce it was part of a raincoat worn by someone who really, really didn't want to get wet. And the charring...must have occurred when the person was struck by lightning! ......... Or maybe not.
Mysterious Contraption
Lever
Ryunosuke:
Ah, there's some sort of lever here... What the- What is this?! It, it looks like a cross between a bow and a gun! ......... (I think it's probably used for the same thing, too.)
The details of the crossbow have been updated in the Court Record.
Changes evidence name from "Mysterious Contraption" to "Crossbow"
Lever (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Ah, there's some sort of lever here... What the- What is this?! It, it looks like a cross between a bow and a gun! ......... (I think it's probably used for the same thing, too.)
Crank (after examining lever)
Ryunosuke:
It looks like you wind this around in order to draw the bowstring back and create tension. You must be able to fire arrows with a huge amount of force using this device, then. In fact, I would imagine it's far more accurate and powerful than a Japanese longbow. Ugh... I really had no idea what I was picking up when I spotted this at the exhibition grounds.
Groove (after examining lever)
Ryunosuke:
This groove here...must be where the arrows are loaded, I suppose. So I was right, it's a sort of bow with an automatic firing mechanism. This would be perfect for someone like me who catches his ear with the bowstring two times out of three. ......... (In fact, if I'd had one of these, maybe I could have beaten Kazuma in kyudo archery training.)
After clearing all Converse options and examining green cloth on ground, device on ground, and large hole in glass in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower and clearing all Converse options and examining large machine in Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage:
Iris:
Runo, Runo, listen!
Ryunosuke:
What? What is it?
Iris:
I've been thinking... Hurley might know something, mightn't he?
Ryunosuke:
About what?
Iris:
About Mr Reaper!
Ryunosuke:
...! About what happened to Lord van Zieks, you mean? (Because it sounds like something very significant occurred after he graduated from university. Something that completely changed his life.) Maybe, but I have no idea where to find Mr Sholmes at the moment. He's in the middle of some big case, isn't he?
Iris:
Here, this is what you need!
Ryunosuke:
What's this? (Some kind of entrance ticket?) 'Madame Tusspells'? Is this supposed to mean something to me?
Iris:
You don't know it?! It's the most popular attraction in London at the moment! It's very close to Baker Street, actually. We could go now, if you like?
Ryunosuke:
No no, we don't have time for visiting attractions today, Iris. We have a big trial tomorrow!
Iris:
But that's where Hurley is.
Ryunosuke:
What? At, at this popular London attraction?
Iris:
Yes!
Ryunosuke:
How is it that you know where he is?
Iris:
Hurley told me. But he told me to keep it a secret from you, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Madame Tusspells...? (I don't see how it could be related to the case we're investigating here, but then... ...stranger things have happened. And when they happen, Mr Sholmes is usually at the heart of them.)
22nd October
The Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage
Ryunosuke:
So that's it, is it? The machine that blew up.
Iris:
Ooh, it must have been a magnificent explosion! And I've seen my fair share.
Ryunosuke:
You've seen things like this before, you mean?
Iris:
Of course! Hurley's always doing experiments that end in a bang. In fact, in his own words, 'Explosions are the very essence of chemistry!'
Ryunosuke:
Ah...that might explain the smell of burning that frequently comes wafting up the stairs.
Iris:
One time, he made something that exploded with such force, it took the roof off the building! I wish you'd been there to see it, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
...It's hard to get too excited about that...given that I now live in the roof.
Iris:
Well anyway, that's enough about that. It's time to investigate!
Ryunosuke:
Ah look, Inspector Gregson is over there. He seems to be deep in thought about something... whilst eyeing up the machine carefully.
Iris:
Really? He just looks confused to me.
Examine
Large machine, top of large machine, or Tobias Gregson
Leads to:
"It ripped itself apart magnificently, didn't it?"
Building in background
Ryunosuke:
There are all sorts of strange buildings here in the Great Exhibition grounds, aren't there? I...seem to remember something similar being exhibited in Japan one time...
Iris:
Oh! In your country, Runo? I do wish I could go and see it! I'd present a particularly steely samurai with a present of one of Hurley's stories I'd written especially... ...and see if I couldn't get Hurley into a jam against some bartitsu-master ninjas!
Ryunosuke:
Erm...you might not find as many of those sorts of people around as you think.
Iris:
Oh... Well that's dull...
Ryunosuke:
Ooh! But I do know a prosecutor with a chonmage topknot I could introduce you to!
Iris:
A chonmage! Really?! Do you think I could have my picture taken with him? Do you?
Ryunosuke:
(...Assuming he's recovered from the 'trim' Kazuma gave him a year ago, yes.)
Ferris wheel
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What is that gigantic thing over there? It looks like an enormous waterwheel...
Iris:
Oh, that's a Ferris wheel. There'll be people riding inside those little cabins you can see.
Ryunosuke:
...Why?
Iris:
Well...they rotate nice and slowly, so it's a wonderful way to see the surrounding scenery.
Ryunosuke:
Wait...it's turning? But it looks completely still.
Iris:
Yes. That's because it's turning so slowly. One complete revolution takes about half an hour.
Ryunosuke:
If you were mad enough to go in one, it would be more fun to whizz around fast, don't you think?
Iris:
...I feel as though you might have just invented a new sort of ride there, Runo.
Hot air balloons
Ryunosuke:
So those are people-carrying balloons, dangling silently in the skies over London... I always thought the day would come when humans would discover how to fly. But I never imagined it would involve them being suspended from colourful, floating temari handballs...
Iris:
I'm sure it must feel amazing, being up there among the clouds! Let's take a ride together, Runo! Please!
Ryunosuke:
If I'm being perfectly honest, I would like to try it. But without a cast-iron guarantee that the thing won't plummet to the ground...I'm too scared.
Iris:
Oh well, in that case, I should tell you what Hurley said. 'It's physically impossible for a flying balloon to plummet to the ground...as long as it doesn't explode.'
Ryunosuke:
Yes...call me crazy, but I think that exploding part might play on my mind a little...
Ryunosuke:
It ripped itself apart magnificently, didn't it?
Iris:
Magnificently...and mercilessly.
Ryunosuke:
So someone stands in the middle of the machine to be disassembled and then 'beamed' through the air...
Iris:
Yes, 'beamed' not 'blasted'. That's the point.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, that part's crucial, really.) Is something like that even possible, though, Iris?
Iris:
Oh, Runo. I'm just a child. How should I know?
Ryunosuke:
(A child when it suits you, you mean...)
Iris:
From what I can tell, I think if you were to pull this lever here-
Gregson:
STOOOOOOOOOOOOP! Don't touch that!
Iris:
Ah ha ha! That was practically instantaneous kinesis the way you flew over just now, Gregsy!
Gregson:
Please, Your Ladyship... I didn't mean to startle you, but I can't let you touch anything up here.
Iris:
So sorry. You can have some of my latest special blend to make up for it.
Gregson:
*Glug* *Glug glug glug* Aaah! Wonderful! This stuff really is wonderful!
Ryunosuke:
(It's just like old times, this is...) We're representing Professor Harebrayne in court tomorrow, Inspector. So we should be allowed to examine the scene!
Gregson:
Hah! Listen, sunshine, even I'm not allowed to touch anythin' up here! It's that blasted Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act to blame. It's drivin' me potty!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, that special dispensation... (The professor mentioned that, too.)
Gregson:
More red tape's all we need. I dunno what the government thinks it's playin' at sometimes.
Iris:
But...we're allowed to just look, aren't we?
Gregson:
Eh?
Iris:
Surely that's alright...isn't it, Gregsy?
Gregson:
......... 'Course, Your Ladyship! Anythin' you say, Your Ladyship! But please don't get your dainty hands dirty, will you?
Iris:
Don't worry. We wouldn't dream of touching anything, would we, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
(She really knows how to get what she wants...)
Examine
Large machine
Ryunosuke:
Considering how badly damaged everything is, Professor Harebrayne was lucky to escape unscathed, I'd say. (We should have a good look around the machine while we can, I think...)
Gregson:
Touch anythin' and I'll make sure I kill you before I get strung up myself, you hear?
Ryunosuke:
I, I won't touch a thing, I promise. So please...spare a thought for your digestion! Anyway...do you really think this machine could actually disassemble people like the professor claims?
Gregson:
He asks, lookin' totally incredulous. Give it a rest, sunshine. If we were allowed to examine all this bleedin' scrap metal, maybe we could answer that question. But we can't, can we?!
Iris:
Because of the annoying rules, you mean?
Gregson:
Exactly! The annoyin', obstructive flamin' rules!
Ryunosuke:
...Oh. Look at the base of the machine there...
Iris:
Oh yes! There's a tool of some kind poking through the wire mesh.
Ryunosuke:
It's...a screwdriver, I think.
Iris:
Oh, isn't it a lovely one! The handle is in the shape of a capital letter 'A'!
Ryunosuke:
It is? ...Oh yes, you're right.
Gregson:
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?! Don't touch anythin', I said! Touch anythin' and I'll make sure I kill you before I get strung up myself, I said!
Ryunosuke:
Yes yes! I understand! Sorry! (I only touched it a teeny weeny bit...)
Iris:
But Gregsy! I'm very curious about this screwdriver. Really very, very curious.
Gregson:
......... 'Course, Your Ladyship! You're so clever, Your Ladyship! Fancy spottin' somethin' like this! But I'm afraid, I can't let you have it.
Iris:
But Runo found it first!
Gregson:
I assure you, I'll investigate it thoroughly!
Ryunosuke:
(He's gone off with it...)
Iris:
Hmph! That was very mean! I'm afraid... 'Inspector Gregson' is going to make a very clumsy and embarrassing mistake in next month's instalment now!
Ryunosuke:
(Poor 'Gregsy'...)
Large machine (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Considering how badly damaged everything is, Professor Harebrayne was lucky to escape unscathed, I'd say. (We should have a good look around the machine while we can, I think...)
Gregson:
Touch anythin' and I'll make sure I kill you before I get strung up myself, you hear?
Ryunosuke:
I, I won't touch a thing, I promise. So please...spare a thought for your digestion! Anyway...do you really think this machine could actually disassemble people like the professor claims?
Gregson:
He asks, lookin' totally incredulous. Give it a rest, sunshine. If we were allowed to examine all this bleedin' scrap metal, maybe we could answer that question. But we can't, can we?!
Iris:
Because of the annoying rules, you mean?
Gregson:
Exactly! The annoyin', obstructive flamin' rules!
Top of large machine
Ryunosuke:
That amazing horn-shaped device is pointing towards the Crystal Tower. I suppose once people are disassembled by the machine, they're shot out of that thing to wherever they're going.
Iris:
I don't think it was supposed to shoot anything, Runo. It was set up to 'beam' people to the Crystal Tower where they'd be reconstructed in their original form.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I don't like the look of it. If it was as amazing as it looks, the accident wouldn't have happened in the first place, of course.
Iris:
I suppose that's true, yes...
Ryunosuke:
But nothing ever goes according to plan, does it?
Converse
Government policy
Ryunosuke:
Using high-voltage electricity to somehow 'disassemble' a man's body... ...and then beam him across to the Crystal Tower... It's an extraordinary thing to attempt...especially in public.
Gregson:
True. It was by far the most unusual of the experiments planned for the exhibition, mind.
Ryunosuke:
To be honest...I'm a bit surprised it was allowed. Carrying out something so dangerous with so many spectators present, I mean.
Gregson:
The government's doin' everythin' it can to promote new science and technology at the moment. They're more worried about bein' ahead of the game than the odd spot of public safety infringements. If they can be the first to develop some new technology, it makes Britain more powerful in the future, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I suppose that's true, in a way.
Gregson:
So the powers that be are placin' a heavy emphasis on scientists' rights at the moment.
Iris:
What sort of rights?
Gregson:
They're makin' it so that any theories the brains have remain their legal 'property', as it were... ...right through developin' it into a practical idea and even goin' into production. Which is the infuriatin' reason us coppers aren't allowed to touch the crime scene! Because the new highfalutin Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act forbids it!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see now...
Gregson:
The only people with permission to investigate here are from some brand new department at the Yard. The 'Forensic Investigation Team' it's called. We've been relegated to keepin' guard.
Ryunosuke:
(The Forensic Investigation Team...)
Gregson:
Any old fool can see that this heap of scrap metal was a sham to begin with! But just because it says 'scientific equipment' on the paperwork, we can't do a flamin' thing with it!
Iris:
Poor Gregsy... He's very het up, isn't he?
Special dispensation
Ryunosuke:
Remind me again, what's this new legal act that means we're not allowed to touch the scene here?
Gregson:
Are you havin' me at it, sunshine? It's the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act.
Iris:
Hm, yes... I think Hurley mentioned that recently. With a real twinkle in his eye as I remember.
Gregson:
I'm sure he did, Your Ladyship, I'm sure he did. Passed especially for this Great Exhibition, it was. All scientists have to do is present their ideas or inventions to some suits in the civil service... ...and if it gets rubber-stamped, that's a guarantee of rights to maintain the invention's confidentiality.
Ryunosuke:
What does that really mean?
Gregson:
Think about it. Think of all the world-changin' new inventions on display every day at this exhibition. ...Although a good half of them are a load of cobblers if you ask me. Put forward by shammers like yourself.
Ryunosuke:
(...Thanks for that.)
Iris:
Oh, I love how absurd some of the inventions here are! It's all so fun!
Gregson:
It might be fun to you, but a member of the force has to be present at every single demonstration. Can you imagine, eh? Hang science, that's what I say!
Iris:
Oh, I don't think so. That sounds like my dream job.
Gregson:
You'd soon think otherwise after spendin' a day guardin' all these shammers' bogus contraptions.
Ryunosuke:
But if they're all bogus, how can anyone hope to demonstrate them? There'd be no point.
Gregson:
Yeah, well...there is a point, sadly.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
Thanks to another of our government's bright ideas. If any theory or invention is deemed to show 'potential', the government hands out a research grant.
Ryunosuke:
The scientists get funding?
Gregson:
Exactly. And that's what they're all after. All these shammers comin' from far and wide to clog up Hyde Park. And who has to keep 'em all safe, eh? Who has to smile politely and welcome them? Us coppers, that's who! So you can see why I say it now, can't ya? Hang science! Hang it!
Iris:
Oh...maybe I can see your point...
Professor Harebrayne
Ryunosuke:
Apparently Professor Harebrayne lives and works in Germany now conducting his research.
Gregson:
That's right. Came back to Britain especially for the Great Exhibition, as I understand it. Probably after one of the government's research grants. Hmph.
Ryunosuke:
Actually, we learnt something else about the professor earlier today. About his time in further education. It turns out he was at university with someone we both know: Lord van Zieks.
Gregson:
Eh? What's that? That's news to me! But, but if van Zieks mans the prosecution, then as the accused, the professor's fate is...
Ryunosuke:
(Sealed? Because the Reaper will get him one way or another...)
Gregson:
Blimey. That man's beyond me. I dunno what goes on in that head of his. Talkin' of van Zieks, this mornin's paper ran the story of him bein' attacked. Read that?
Iris:
Oh yes! But Mr Reaper is completely fine. Nothing to worry about!
Gregson:
Yes, right... Glad to hear it. Still, the Reaper, huh... How long's that business gonna keep up, I wonder?
The mystery of the Reaper (appears after "Professor Harebrayne")
Ryunosuke:
The victim of this case, the investor, Mr Asman... He was another of the Reaper's victims...or so I heard.
Gregson:
......... Lord Barok van Zieks is a top-class prosecutor. But even he can't always push the right verdict through. Sometimes justice can't win.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I've heard about jurors being bribed and evidence being falsified. And...that's how the notion of the Reaper of the Bailey came about, isn't it?
Gregson:
Obviously, Scotland Yard suspected van Zieks initially. We all assumed he was takin' matters into his own hands if he failed to seal the deal in court.
Ryunosuke:
Although the man himself denies that charge.
Gregson:
Well, we've done a very thorough investigation. And the conclusion we reached... ...is that Lord van Zieks is in no way related to the deaths of those people outside the courtroom. There's no question in my mind. I'd stake my reputation on it, I would.
Ryunosuke:
But if that's true, then how do you explain it? All those defendants couldn't just have coincidentally died if nobody killed them!
Gregson:
I know that! But...I can't explain it. It's a mystery, after all, isn't it? That's the whole point of the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
......... Professor Harebrayne mentioned something else. He said that at university, Lord van Zieks was a totally different person. Easygoing and kind.
Gregson:
You what?
Ryunosuke:
He said that it was after they both graduated that something happened to change the man. ...Do you have any idea what it was?
Gregson:
......... No clue.
Ryunosuke:
Really?
Gregson:
Look, I've got my hands full watchin' over this frustratin' crime scene. Why don't you go and make a nuisance of yourself elsewhere, eh?
Iris:
.........
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
This is the symbol of a defence lawyer where I come from, Inspector.
Gregson:
Well, it doesn't pass muster here in London. You might as well chuck it in the deep fat fryer.
Ryunosuke:
...No one's ever said that to me before. Mr Sholmes suggested I feed it to a dog, though.
Gregson:
If you fry it first, you can feed it to me.
Ryunosuke:
(...Does he think it's made of potato?)
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Ryunosuke:
Inspector, have you read this paper?
Gregson:
Yeah, two unwelcome blasts back to back. This one at the exhibition, and the Reaper gettin' attacked.
Ryunosuke:
I know. Terrible news to wake up to, wasn't it?
Gregson:
I tried to pretend I hadn't read it and turned over for another forty winks. Thanks to that, I was late up and got a roastin' from the super.
Ryunosuke:
Some mornings are like that, aren't they?
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
As a detective, what do you make of this?
Gregson:
Personally speakin', nine times out of ten I find clues turn out to be red herrings. So there's every chance that's totally irrelevant.
Ryunosuke:
(That's actually a fairly persuasive argument...)
After clearing all Converse options and examining green cloth on ground, device on ground, and large hole in glass in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower and clearing all Converse options and examining large machine in Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage:
Gregson:
Right, are you done here, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gregson:
Isn't it about time you were leavin'? Or rather...it IS about time you were leavin'! That lot are here now.
Iris:
That lot?
Gregson:
The Forensic Investigation Team. They'll be givin' me the heave-ho in a minute, too.
Iris:
Oh dear. Poor Gregsy. Here! Have another cup of my special blend to cheer you up!
Gregson:
*Glug* *Glug glug glug* Aaah! That hit the spot! Yup, hits it every time!
Ryunosuke:
(Well, at least I've seen the scene with my own eyes. It looks like this is as far as we're going to get with our investigations here at least...)
Iris:
I've been thinking... Hurley might know something, mightn't he?
Ryunosuke:
About what?
Iris:
About Mr Reaper!
Ryunosuke:
...! About what happened to Lord van Zieks, you mean? (Because it sounds like something very significant occurred after he graduated from university. Something that completely changed his life.) Maybe, but I have no idea where to find Mr Sholmes at the moment. He's in the middle of some big case, isn't he?
Iris:
Here, this is what you need!
Ryunosuke:
What's this? (Some kind of entrance ticket?) 'Madame Tusspells'? Is this supposed to mean something to me?
Iris:
You don't know it?! It's the most popular attraction in London at the moment! It's very close to Baker Street, actually. We could go now, if you like?
Ryunosuke:
No no, we don't have time for visiting attractions today, Iris. We have a big trial tomorrow!
Iris:
But that's where Hurley is.
Ryunosuke:
What? At, at this popular London attraction?
Iris:
Yes!
Ryunosuke:
How is it that you know where he is?
Iris:
Hurley told me. But he told me to keep it a secret from you, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
Madame Tusspells...? (I don't see how it could be related to the case we're investigating here, but then... ...stranger things have happened. And when they happen, Mr Sholmes is usually at the heart of them.)
Prosecutor's Office
Examine
Barok van Zieks
Ryunosuke:
Um, Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
.........
Iris:
I think he's ignoring you, Runo.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution and defence should avoid speaking outside of the courtroom as a rule. So if anyone is being rude here, it's most certainly the man in black there standing before us.
Iris:
Oh, I see! Well, thank you for setting the record straight! Hehe! Did you see that? He spoke to me, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
So, Lord van Zieks, have you managed to visit the Great Exhibition yet?
Van Zieks:
.........
Iris:
He's definitely ignoring you.
Ryunosuke:
(Right. No niceties either, then...)
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Present
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Iris, have a look at this...
Iris:
That's not right. I thought you were supposed to say 'Objection!' or the like when you present evidence?
Ryunosuke:
No no. That's only in court.
Iris:
That's not fair! If you won't say it, then I won't look! Hmph!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Iris:
Yay! That was great! Right...next!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, I get the message. Someone's not in the mood for looking at things...)
22nd October
Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxworks
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What is this place? L-Look at all these t-terrifying scenes! But why are all the p-people so still? (Guillotines... Ruthless murderers... I know what I'll be dreaming about tonight.)
Iris:
They're all wax models. They're amazingly realistic, aren't they? What do you think, Runo? Shocked?
Ryunosuke:
W-W-WAX MODELS?! .........AAAAAAAAAGH! I, I read about d-dead bodies and wax once...in a m-magazine about strange phenomena. Depending on how c-c-corpses are kept after death, p-parts of them can turn to wax, apparently. It's c-called a...adi...adip... Adipocere!
Iris:
...Stop talking about creepy things like that, Runo. You're scaring me. Anyway, adipocere doesn't form readily, you know. It's only in very specif-
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Iris:
What now?
Ryunosuke:
I've, I've just remembered something else I read, in another m-magazine about strange phenomena. There was an old lady - maybe a w-witch - who used to pour molten wax over c-corpses and put them on display.
Iris:
None of the exhibits in here are real. They're all entirely man-made replicas.
Ryunosuke:
They can't be! Do you really expect me to believe that? Just look at them!
Iris:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
There's no way anybody could make models of people that are this realistic! And...they're all such gruesome scenes... .........Wait.
Iris:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...no... (I must be seeing things...)
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Leads to:
"It's...it's..."
Bathtub or women in left exhibit
Ryunosuke:
Is, is this s-some infamous m-m-murderer?
Iris:
Yes. Called 'Jane the Ripper'. All her victims were young women.
Ryunosuke:
I, I knew it! You can t-t-tell by the way she's h-holding that knife. Sure sign of a m-m-murderer!
Iris:
...Well yes.
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAGH!
Iris:
What's the matter, Runo?!
Ryunosuke:
I've worked it out! I know what she's doing! She's trying to fill that bathtub with blood so she can have a soak in her victims' gore!
Iris:
Um...not according to the information about the exhibit on the little board here. It doesn't mention anything about the bathtub.
Ryunosuke:
Really?
Iris:
Sorry. I don't think it's significant.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I still think it has to be there for a reason...)
Curtain or protruding hand in middle exhibit
Ryunosuke:
That big, heavy curtain is in a very prominent position, isn't it? I've a nasty feeling there's going to be something truly terrifying behind it.
Iris:
Oh yes! That's the famous Tusspells Special Exhibit! It depicts one of England's most notorious killers. Do you want to pay the extra fee and have a look?
Ryunosuke:
Pay more money? To be even more terrified? Ooh, let me think about that for a moment...
Iris:
...It was only a suggestion.
Two men in middle-right exhibit
Ryunosuke:
These models are so well made, I can't tell what's a waxwork and what's a real human.
Iris:
Or maybe...ALL the exhibits are real people! And when it's closing time and all the visitors have gone home, they suddenly start moving about.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...just thinking about it makes me wish it was closing time already and I was on my way home...)
Ladder
Iris:
Oh! That's a funny place for a little ladder.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Iris:
What is it? Is something wrong?
Ryunosuke:
No, it's just that in Japanese, we have a totally different word for a ladder that folds in half like that.
Iris:
We do in English, too, you know. It's a stepladder, or just 'steps'. So be careful of making assumptions about other cultures, Runo. That's how wars are started.
Ryunosuke:
(...I didn't realise stepladders were an international point of contention. But the writer makes an astute point.)
Man in top hat or woman in right exhibit
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Is, is this an example of Western tsujigiri?
Iris:
......... I don't know what that is.
Ryunosuke:
You know, when an unscrupulous samurai randomly attacks a passer-by to test his sword?
Iris:
...I still don't know, no. But actually, a waxwork samurai would probably be hugely popular. Could you model it, do you think, Runo? Doing that tsujigiri thing you mentioned.
Ryunosuke:
Well, I do have a sword...but I've no intention of testing how sharp it is on a human subject. For now at least.
Ryunosuke:
It's...it's... ...the great detective, Mr Herlock Sholmes! (Mr Sholmes has his own wax statue in here? Really?)
Iris:
Well he is world-famous, after all!
Ryunosuke:
It's an uncanny resemblance, isn't it? It makes my skin crawl to look at it...
Iris:
I know! But look, Runo. You can kick this Hurley, and he doesn't move a muscle!
Ryunosuke:
You can't go around kicking the exhibits, Iris! .........Wait. It, it just moved, I'm sure. And not just a little bit, either!
Iris:
Hm? Really? Did it?
Ryunosuke:
And look closely... ...there are beads of sweat on the face...of this waxwork... model...
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Sh-Shall we move on, Iris? ...Over there, look! There's a great murder scene to enjoy! Much more appealing.
Sholmes:
Hold it!
Sholmes:
My dear fellow! I take exception to your recoiling in such a manner, as if you've seen something truly abhorrent!
Ryunosuke:
Mr...Mr Sholmes! (I knew it!)
Sholmes:
Iris, what possessed you?! I strictly forbade you from divulging my temporary waxwork secret to Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Temporary waxwork? What do you mean?
Sholmes:
And that kick! Could you not have exercised a little more restraint? You winded me!
Iris:
But Runo has something he needs to ask you.
Sholmes:
Ah...a question?
Iris:
And I thought you'd probably be getting bored, too. So here we are!
Sholmes:
Hm... Well, I can't deny that your timing was impeccable. A mere two minutes more being stationary like that... ...and my great brain, upon which all my success has been built, would have turned to wax!
Ryunosuke:
...Thank goodness we arrived in time.
Sholmes:
Indeed. In many ways, the pair of you just saved the world from an unimaginable loss!
Iris:
Oh, Hurley! You do like to talk nonsense, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
(He could know something, it's true. About Lord van Zieks, and what happened in the past to change him.)
Sholmes:
Now that you're here, let's take our time. How can I be of assistance? For you're in luck. I'm suddenly quite taken with the idea of conversing!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...well, actually, I'm in quite a hurry.
Sholmes:
And if my eyes don't deceive me... ...I believe something is afoot within the walls of this very museum. A most fascinating case, if I'm not mistaken.
Ryunosuke:
Really?
Sholmes:
Moreover... ...I have a strong suspicion that it is related to the matter about which you've come to me now.
Ryunosuke:
(But...how could it be?)
Sholmes:
We shall speak again presently, my dear fellow. But for now, I must return to my work.
Ryunosuke:
(What, back to being a temporary waxwork exhibit?)
Examine
Two men in middle-right exhibit
Ryunosuke:
These models are so well made, I can't tell what's a waxwork and what's a real human.
Iris:
That's how Hurley gets away with making himself a temporary exhibit for the day.
Ryunosuke:
Maybe there are other people posing as exhibits in here then...
Iris:
Or maybe...ALL the exhibits are real people! And when it's closing time and all the visitors have gone home, they suddenly start moving about.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...just thinking about it makes me wish it was closing time already and I was on my way home...)
Converse
Madame Tusspells
Ryunosuke:
What is this place?
Sholmes:
......... Madame Tusspells came to London from France three years ago, I understand. Since she opened this little waxwork museum last year, it's enjoyed great popularity in London.
Ryunosuke:
There are museums like this in Japan, too. But these displays are something else! I mean...they aren't made from actual real people, are they?
Sholmes:
The extreme realism of these waxwork models is a particular secret of the Tusspells family, they say. They earned renown during the French Revolution for waxworks of victims of the guillotine.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... That sounds grim.
Sholmes:
The gruesome scenes were portrayed with such realism in the expressions of the faces of the condemned.
Iris:
Apparently, the sculptors would make the models directly from the corpses, right there at the site of the executions.
Ryunosuke:
At the...? (That really turns my stomach...)
Sholmes:
That's just one of several legends about the Tusspells family. Whether there's any truth in it, I couldn't say. But anyway... ...this museum houses models of famous people from all over the globe. Nevertheless, the most popular area of the museum by quite some margin is this House of Horrors.
Ryunosuke:
H-House...of H-H-Horrors...?
Sholmes:
Of course, visitor numbers are dwindling now as a result of the Great Exhibition. But people usually flock here to see the exhibits of some of London's most vile criminals at their gruesome work. Naturally, most of the miscreants portrayed here were sent to the gallows. So they're even stiffer now than the models of them! Ah ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
...Have you heard of poor taste?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, the public live for poor taste! They yearn to be shocked.
Ryunosuke:
So...the hideous exhibits in here are...
Iris:
They're all portrayals of real events that actually took place!
Ryunosuke:
(Is it just me, or did the temperature in here just seem to drop?)
Sholmes:
Anyway, I advise you not to think too deeply about what you see here.
Ryunosuke:
(...Oh. He's back to being a waxwork, is he?)
Temporary waxwork
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by a 'temporary waxwork', Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
......... Exactly what you see. I'm part of the exhibits here! Catching these criminals in the act!
Ryunosuke:
Catching them...?
Sholmes:
Every half an hour, I home in on a different killer in one of the displays and adopt a new pose to ensnare him. When members of the public come for a closer look, I offer them my hand to shake. For a shilling, I'll happily allow them to take a photograph with us!
Ryunosuke:
('Us'? Does he mean him and the waxwork murderers in here?) But...why, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, isn't it obvious? For the money!
Ryunosuke:
(...He really roared at me there. Very fitting for the House of Horrors.)
Sholmes:
As it stands, I may struggle to pay this month's rent. And I have the ravenous Iris to consider.
Iris:
Oh, Hurley...I'm sooo hungry...
Sholmes:
If push comes to shove, I shall have to ask you to do your bit, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(What's he threatening to rope me into now?!
Sholmes:
So...with that in mind, how about a photograph? As a special treat, you may have your pick of the murderers and scoundrels in here. The choice is yours!
Ryunosuke:
...Maybe some other time.
Sholmes:
Hmph. ...Remember, Mr Naruhodo: ignore me at your peril!
Ryunosuke:
(...Back to being a waxwork again. Is it just me, or did his final remark there sound a lot like a curse?)
Something to ask you
Leads to:
"........."
Present
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, would you have a look at this newspaper?
Sholmes:
You've been into my room and helped yourself, have you?
Ryunosuke:
...Let's not turn this into a scandal, shall we?
Sholmes:
Well, considering I've already read it, one thing immediately strikes me: this paper is old news!
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
What would possess you to show me this? What's done is done! You must distinguish, my dear fellow! Distinguish the old from the new!
Ryunosuke:
(There are some conversations you wish you'd never started...)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, about this...
Sholmes:
As you will see, I'm rather busy at the moment. If it's advice you seek, come to my office tomorrow and I shall be happy to help you. Shall we say thruppence per item as a consultation fee?
Ryunosuke:
(That's two hours of gas, that is...)
Sholmes:
......... Well? What is it you'd like to ask me, then?
Ryunosuke:
Um. Actually, it's... It's about Lord van Zieks.
Sholmes:
Ah, our friend Mr Reaper. How did you find him? Well, I trust?
And so I filled Mr Sholmes in about everything I'd learnt. About Lord van Zieks... About Professor Harebrayne... And about the strange coincidence that they had been at university together.
Ryunosuke:
So I'm wondering what it was that happened to make Lord van Zieks such a different person.
Iris:
I was sure that you'd know, Hurley.
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
You said there was something going on here in this exhibit hall before. That something was afoot. And that you believed it was related to what I wanted to ask you about.
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes...? (He's suddenly clammed up.)
Sholmes:
Well, it seems we've reached the unavoida-
???:
Greetings...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Ah...hello. (Where did she appear from? And what's she wearing? Could she look any more mysterious?)
???:
I hope...you are appreciating my museum?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Have we...? Mr Sholmes, do you know this- (Not again!)
Tusspells:
My apologies. I am Esmeralda Tusspells. This is my museum of waxwork.
Ryunosuke:
Wha... You... You're THE Madame Tusspells?
Tusspells:
Bien sûr. Though only twenty-six years young, I might add.
Ryunosuke:
...Is that significant somehow?
Tusspells:
I'm a 'madame' in name only. It adds a certain...je ne sais quoi.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Tusspells:
Firstly, I must apologise for my waxworks. Or rather, one waxwork in particular.
Ryunosuke:
(That'll be Mr Sholmes, then.)
Tusspells:
I was led to believe he was a great detective, but he seems...unable to settle. Next time you move from your designated exhibit...there WILL be toil and trouble.
Iris:
She sounds deadly serious.
Ryunosuke:
(That's a problem. How am I supposed to ask Mr Sholmes about Lord van Zieks now?)
Iris:
Let's not forget what Hurley said before. About something being afoot right here in the museum, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know, but...
Iris:
I'm so curious! I want to know what's happening here!
Ryunosuke:
(Haven't we got enough on our plate already?!)
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(He's not even blinking now! He really is a perfect model of a waxwork model!)
Iris:
I know it doesn't always seem like it, but Hurley's quite a perfectionist in fact. He practises at night sometimes instead of sleeping. Not blinking, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
...Well, practice makes perfect, I suppose?
Iris:
I've just realised, though, seeing him standing over there now... He looks like he's that murderer's accomplice, doesn't he? Or henchman, even.
Sholmes:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(That's news to someone, by the look of it...)
Converse
The waxworks
Ryunosuke:
Did you make all these waxworks, Madame Tusspells?
Tusspells:
I did. I am the third generation of waxwork artisans, you know.
Iris:
Gosh!
Tusspells:
It was my grandmother who began the tradition in my family. Her fortunes were chequered, living through the turbulent times of the French Revolution as she did. Though that is when she acquired the savoir-faire that leads to the astonishing lifelikeness.
Iris:
All these waxworks really do look as though they're alive! In fact, they look more alive than Hurley.
Tusspells:
Hehe... What you see exhibited here represents the most atrocious of London's criminal past. All the waxworks were created in the presence of the real people on which they are modelled... ...in the hours immediately following their executions. That...is the secret to the extraordinary lifelikeness.
Ryunosuke:
That sounds...terrifying.
Tusspells:
All walks of life have similar challenges, I'm sure. To carry out one's trade par excellence, one must go to extraordinary lengths. My exhibits are a reflection of society. I create only that which the public wishes to see.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Why couldn't the public have wished for something less horrifying?)
Tusspells:
Do not fear...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Tusspells:
This room is the only one in the museum with such a macabre theme. I do hope you'll explore. There are models of famous singers, actors, politicians... Something for every taste, I hope.
Ryunosuke:
(It was Iris who dragged me straight in here, come to think of it.)
Iris:
Sorry. Perhaps I should have eased you into things.
The great detective waxwork
Ryunosuke:
Um, what's the situation with...that?
Tusspells:
Ah, my temporary waxwork model? He approached me some days ago, you see. With a business proposal.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. What sort of proposal?
Sholmes:
My dear madame, what these sparse exhibits need is the addition of a world-famous great detective!
Tusspells:
...Or words to that effect.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Tusspells:
Naturally, I am well aware that Mr Sholmes is widely known in London as a talented detective.
Ryunosuke:
It's 'great detective' actually. He's very specific about it.
Tusspells:
Yes, the crème de la crème. So I was keen to come to some arrangement with him, of course. But sadly, we were unable to agree terms.
Ryunosuke:
Let me guess: someone wanted to charge an exorbitant price for his services?
Sholmes:
For a mere five hundred pounds, I will dive into your cauldron of wax this very moment!
Tusspells:
...Or words to that effect.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes might have overdone it slightly with the sales pitch...)
Tusspells:
Regrettably...the museum has a shortage of funds at the moment, due to...unforeseen circumstances. So we came to the current arrangement instead.
Ryunosuke:
Surely he doesn't really need to do what he's doing though, does he?
Tusspells:
I would think not, but...he was very insistent.
Sholmes:
I have a fifty-shilling problem that must be resolved by the morning!
Tusspells:
...Or words to that effect.
Iris:
It's the pawnbroker, that's what it is. He must have something to redeem.
Ryunosuke:
(Is the consulting detective work not going so well...?)
Something afoot
Leads to:
"Um, I wonder...could I ask you something?"
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Madame, there's something I'd like to show you...
Tusspells:
Yes, what is that? I remarked on it to myself immediately and I've been very curious since.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, well, it's actually the mark of a defence lawyer...in the Empire of Japan.
Tusspells:
Oh. Quel dommage. Not quite as interesting as I'd hoped.
Ryunosuke:
(What exactly were you expecting from an armband?)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Could I show you this?
Tusspells:
Oh, how fascinating! Is this made of wax?
Ryunosuke:
...No. Sorry. It's a piece of evidence.
Tusspells:
Why would you want to show me this?
Ryunosuke:
(She can only wax lyrical about wax, is that it?)
Ryunosuke:
Um, I wonder...could I ask you something?
Tusspells:
Bien sûr...
Ryunosuke:
I'm just curious. Is anything going on in the museum at the moment. [sic] Some kind of incident, perhaps?
Tusspells:
......... Whoever suggested such a thing to you?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, it was... ...your temporary waxwork over there who mentioned it to me a little- Oh! (He's disappeared!)
???:
...A wax model is a work of art. Not some tawdry object for trade.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Th-There you are!
Tusspells:
Leaving the exhibit again when you should be working? ...Do you wish to be melted down?
Sholmes:
My dear Madame Tusspells, save your reprimands. There are more pressing concerns. The wax can wait. It's our ideas about your current problem we must throw into the melting pot instead!
Tusspells:
...!
Sholmes:
Personally, I would advise you not to involve the police.
Tusspells:
Why ever not?!
Ryunosuke:
(She's turned as white as a sheet...)
Sholmes:
Because you have at your disposal a great detective, whose services you may employ for a mere fifty shillings. Though please be aware that I prefer- No, I insist upon payment in advance!
Tusspells:
......... ...Very well. Let us see if the great detective is able to live up to his name, shall we?
Sholmes:
Before I engage my analytical processes, I must ask you to clarify something. What, pray, is behind the curtain?
Tusspells:
That is the Tusspells Special Exhibit. There is an extra charge to see it.
Sholmes:
Ah, the 'special' exhibit in the House of Horrors... It must depict a special killer then, I presume. Would you be so kind as to draw back the curtain, I wonder?
Tusspells:
Ah! Absolument non! There is nothing amiss behind there!
Sholmes:
Nothing amiss, madame? What about the arm protruding ominously from under the curtain?
Tusspells:
Ah!
Sholmes:
I strongly encourage you to allow me to see what lies beyond, before the situation worsens.
Tusspells:
......... Yes, very well. I will draw back the curtains. ...But only a soupçon.
Sholmes:
I must confess, I peeked behind the curtain earlier. The Tusspells Special Exhibit is a very bleak graveyard scene indeed. And yet somewhat surprisingly... ...the waxwork killer one would expect is nowhere to be seen. What does strike one, however... ...is the portly gentleman lying peacefully on his back on the floor.
Ryunosuke:
Well, well then perhaps, Mr Sholmes... ...that man on the floor is the ruthless killer himself!
Sholmes:
I'm afraid not, my dear fellow. He's a perfectly ordinary London gentleman. Not even a waxwork, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
As skilfully made as these waxworks are, they are always distinguishable from real humans. So, allow me to present my two conclusions. The first... ...is that a sizeable business transaction has been taking place in this special exhibit.
Tusspells:
Why...? Why would you say that?
Sholmes:
And the second... ...is that the aforementioned transaction is linked to a serious crime!
Tusspells:
AAAAAAH!
Ryunosuke:
(She looks as pale as candle wax...)
Tusspells:
I, I don't understand...
Sholmes:
So, Madame Tusspells, as you've agreed to my fee... ...you shall now have the pleasure of seeing this famously great detective - and temporary exhibit - at work.
The Great Deduction
The game is afoot!
Topic 1
Waxwork's Fate
Sholmes:
To begin with, we must ask ourselves what exactly is afoot here in this museum? The answer is revealed by the bundle of banknotes protruding so helpfully from your bag. In my estimation, some...two hundred pounds.
Tusspells:
That, that is all my own money!
Sholmes:
So what does this large sum of money reveal? Ah, not as much as the involuntary glance you cast, it would seem, Madame Tusspells. Yes, the answer lies where your eyes now fall. The significance of the two hundred pounds is revealed by that public notice! 'Waxwork for sale'? Your business has hit hard times, it would seem. In short... ...you sold the infamous killer - the centrepiece of your special exhibit - for the sum of two hundred pounds!
Tusspells:
Nooooooooon!
Sholmes:
Now...let us explore the next curiosity with which we are presented. Who is the portly gentleman stretched out so peacefully on the floor?
Tusspells:
.........
Sholmes:
It would appear the man has suffered a severe shock. The cause of which...is clearly known to you.
Tusspells:
Ah!
Sholmes:
Unfortunately, madame, keeping secrets does not appear to be your forte. What dealt the man such a shocking blow was of course... the two hundred pounds! It would appear that you twisted this gentleman around your little finger most effectively.
Tusspells:
What are you suggesting?!
Sholmes:
He rashly agreed to purchase the waxwork for the sum of two hundred pounds. Only when he came to hand the money over, did it occur to him what an extortionate amount he was paying. But the money was no longer in his hands. And the result? The scene we see before us. He collapsed in shock. Yes, the killer in this special exhibit fetched a killer price! We can only pray that the gentleman's dreams are not plagued with regret...
Topic 1
Waxwork's Fate
Conclusion
Sold for cash
Topic 2
Waxwork Location
Sholmes:
The question that arises then, is what has become of the waxwork that changed hands? Let us consider that problem for a moment.
Tusspells:
You, you cannot possibly...
Sholmes:
What immediately strikes me about this conundrum, is the young man standing over there. Who is this fellow? To find the answer, we need only observe...his neckerchief. Such as is worn by policemen as a secret sign to fellow members of the force that a crime is being perpetrated. Yes, this young man is an undercover policeman, currently investigating this museum. I know him well, in fact. It's Sergeant John Clay.
Tusspells:
What are you talking about?
Sholmes:
The man's quite a celebrity. He received triple accolades at last year's policing awards.
Tusspells:
But...
Sholmes:
Next we turn our attention to the old man sat before him with the particularly unsightly visage. I've been watching closely and he hasn't moved a muscle. Almost, in fact...as if he were a waxwork.
Tusspells:
Ah! But, but you...
Sholmes:
Your reaction only confirms my suspicions, madame. I noticed it at once, of course... Observe! The telltale sign that instantly proves whether or not this old man is a waxwork is the obvious price tag! 'Thruppence'...? A tragically low price, you might say. Though perhaps the going rate for ageing waxworks riddled with cracks. And yet you sold it to the portly gentleman for an exorbitant two hundred pounds! The sort of plucky behaviour that's sure to attract the attention of Scotland Yard... Isn't that so, madame?
Tusspells:
I, I do not...
Sholmes:
Yes, the waxwork you sold has already been seized by the police and remains in their custody as we speak! The old man must be reunited with his grave in the special exhibit, and not a moment too soon!
Topic 2
Waxwork Location
Conclusion
Discovered already
Sholmes:
Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction...of this horrifying puzzle!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Iris:
.........
Tusspells:
.........
Sholmes:
I see I've stunned you all into silence.
Iris:
You have, Hurley, you have. And you've obviously upset this young lady in the process. Her cauldron looks awfully hot...
Ryunosuke:
Um...if I could just bring up one point, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Ah! The notorious Naruhodo 'one point'! I'm all ears, my dear fellow!
Ryunosuke:
According to your deduction, then, the special exhibit featured this old policeman. So...that would mean that he's the particularly ruthless murderer, wouldn't it?
Sholmes:
......... The killer policeman, Ottermole.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
It was a mysterious series of murders that rattled the capital only last year. The police rushed to the scene every time, only to find the culprit had disappeared into the aether.
Iris:
And it turned out the culprit was a policeman himself! A senior officer by the name of Ottermole!
Ryunosuke:
So you mean that's who the sinister-looking old man there is supposed to be?
Sholmes:
Indeed. It is a particularly grim face, is it not? Unforgettable, in fact. Yes, I remember that odious countenance only too well.
Ryunosuke:
But is two hundred pounds a lot of money for a wax model?
Sholmes:
It would be enough to afford one of the latest steam carriages, if that puts things in perspective?
Ryunosuke:
S-So...it is quite a lot then.
Tusspells:
......... Is there anything else you wish to add? Before I melt you down.
Ryunosuke:
(That bubbling wax is looking more and more ominous...)
Iris:
Ugh...the smell of all that molten wax is starting to worry me.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes did more or less just accuse her to her face, so... I think I might have to call on your assistance here, Iris, if that's alright? To make some minor corrections to the great detective's great deductions...
Iris:
Of course it's alright! We'll soon set things straight!
Ryunosuke:
Well...let's get started then, shall we? Before Madame Tusspells vents her anger!
Sholmes:
Just what I was waiting to hear, my dear fellow! So, Madame Tusspells, in accordance with our agreement... ...you shall now have the pleasure of seeing this famously great detective - and temporary exhibit - at work.
Course Correction
Hold it, Mr Sholmes!
Topic 1
Waxwork's Fate
Conclusion
Sold for cash
Sholmes:
To begin with, we must ask ourselves what exactly is afoot here in this museum? The answer is revealed by the bundle of banknotes protruding so helpfully from your bag. In my estimation, some...two hundred pounds.
Tusspells:
That, that is all my own money!
Sholmes:
So what does this large sum of money reveal? Ah, not as much as the involuntary glance you cast, it would seem, Madame Tusspells. Yes, the answer lies where your eyes now fall. The significance of the two hundred pounds is revealed by that public notice!
Ryunosuke:
She definitely looked in this direction, it's true.
Iris:
But I'm not sure she'd sell any of her waxworks, even for two hundred pounds.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Iris:
She must pour her heart and soul into making them, don't you think? Over and above the wax. If it were me, I wouldn't sell them for anything.
Ryunosuke:
......... (For that much money, I would! ...But it sounds like that makes me a bad person.) W-Well anyway... ...I wonder if the two hundred pounds could have some other significance.
Iris:
Let's follow that furtive glance again and see if there's anything else that could explain it!
Examine public notice
Ryunosuke:
'Waxwork for sale'? Would anyone really buy models of mass murderers?
Iris:
I think I'd rather have two hundred pounds in my pocket.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. You could buy one of those brand new types of steam carriage! That's what I'd spend it on if I had it, no question.
Iris:
Ooh, I'd buy all the herbs in the world!
Ryunosuke:
(There must be another explanation for the money... We need to keep looking.)
Examine portly man
Ryunosuke:
It seems this well-dressed gentleman is alive after all. Just not alive and kicking. And he's not a waxwork or a model of a mass murderer.
Iris:
I'm not sure I'd pay two hundred pounds for him...
Ryunosuke:
I don't think the man's up for sale!
Iris:
Well anyway, it was a silly place to put him. Other museum visitors could easily trip.
Ryunosuke:
I don't think the man was put there on purpose, either!
Examine note on the wall
Iris:
What's that note doing pinned on the wall there?
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. Let's see... 'Dear Madame Tusspells, We've taken the prisoner from this room. The price for his safe return is two hundred pounds. Have the money ready by noon on 23rd October.'
Iris:
WHAT?!
Ryunosuke:
This, this is... It's just like the sort of thing that's left behind when someone is kidnapped!
Iris:
Yes! It's a ransom note!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly!
Changes "note on the wall" to "ransom note"
Examine ransom note
Ryunosuke:
'Dear Madame Tusspells, We've taken the prisoner from this room. The price for his safe return is two hundred pounds. Have the money ready by noon on 23rd October.'
Iris:
You can't deny, that's a very well-written ransom note. Clear and concise.
Ryunosuke:
And the ransom amount is two hundred pounds...
Examine note on the wall, then present ransom note
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The significance of the two hundred pounds is revealed by that ransom note!"
Present public notice
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I remember it all too well myself. That feeling the day after the elation and excitement of the festival... The bitter resentment of spending far too much money on some shabby toy when I was swept up in the mood. Which is exactly how this gentleman felt as he realised the two hundred pounds was excessive for a waxwork.
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? ((I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"The significance of the two hundred pounds is revealed by that public notice!"
Present portly man
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The gentleman on the floor must know the significance of the two hundred pounds! All we need to do is wake him, and we'll have our answer. With no need to deduce anything!
Sholmes:
...Shirking of that nature will hasten the end of the world, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
The end of the world?!
Sholmes:
And there is a distinct possibility that the man has no knowledge of the money, anyway.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Sholmes:
So, do you cause the destruction of our planet...or continue with the deduction process? The choice is yours.
Ryunosuke:
(Looks like I'd better get back to saving the world, then...)
Leads to:
"The significance of the two hundred pounds is revealed by that public notice!"
Present note on the wall
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This looks very suspicious to me... And that's why I'm sure this is the answer we've been looking for!
Sholmes:
...Shirking of that nature will hasten the end of the universe, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
The end of the universe?!
Sholmes:
At the very least, you could examine the note before jumping to conclusions. You owe the universe that much, my dear fellow!
Ryunosuke:
(Well, if it's for the survival of the universe, I suppose I could...)
Leads to:
"The significance of the two hundred pounds is revealed by that public notice!"
The significance of the two hundred pounds is revealed by that public notice!
Iris:
Judging by appearances... ...this man and the two hundred pounds are in no way related at all.
Ryunosuke:
(The poor man was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, it seems...) But there's no doubt that Madame Tusspells did react to what Mr Sholmes said. The way she automatically looked over this way must tell us something, I'm sure.
Iris:
...Then let's have more of a look around!
Ryunosuke:
The significance of the two hundred pounds is revealed by that ransom note!
Sholmes:
Quite so. And we must congratulate these criminals on their inventiveness, abducting a waxwork.
Tusspells:
Agh!
Sholmes:
Two hundred pounds is no small ransom fee. Yet you clearly intend to pay it.
Tusspells:
The model in question has...special importance. So I put together all the money I have...
Sholmes:
In summary, then! The two hundred pounds you have in your handbag...is ransom money! Now...let us explore the next curiosity with which we are presented. Who is the portly gentleman stretched out so peacefully on the floor?
Tusspells:
.........
Sholmes:
It would appear the man has suffered a severe shock. The cause of which...is clearly known to you.
Tusspells:
Ah!
Sholmes:
Unfortunately, madame, keeping secrets does not appear to be your forte. What dealt the man such a shocking blow was of course... the two hundred pounds!
Ryunosuke:
So if the waxwork was kidnapped, where does that leave us in terms of who this man is?
Iris:
We could just ask him when he comes around.
Ryunosuke:
...I think the point of this exercise is to understand the beauty of the deduction process, Iris.
Iris:
Yes, you're right. Hurley's trying so hard, we mustn't let him down.
Ryunosuke:
Well, there's little doubt that he suffered a shock. That much seems clear. But in that case, what's Madame Tusspells trying to hide? Let's have a closer look around...
Examine two hundred pounds
Iris:
So she was prepared to pay all that money to get her waxwork back again? It really must have been a very special model.
Ryunosuke:
...Of a mass murderer. Just how special can a model of a ruthless killer be?
Iris:
Well anyway, we can be fairly sure the man lying on the floor didn't take it.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose we should leave him in peace...
Examine long hair braid
Ryunosuke:
Madame Tusspells has very long hair, doesn't she?
Iris:
Yes, but you couldn't tell looking at her from the front.
Ryunosuke:
You know...it looks rather like a whip, don't you think? The sort of whip that could have floored the gentleman with a single crack!
Iris:
That seems a little far-fetched, even for you, Runo.
Examine hand of Madame
Iris:
This is just Madame Tusspells's right hand, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it must be. I can clearly see her left hand, after all.
Iris:
Oh, but wait a minute... This is a left hand as well, look.
Ryunosuke:
......... D-Don't say such c-creepy things, Iris, please!
Iris:
And...it seems very stiff, too. In fact...it's really hard.
Ryunosuke:
You, you mean...? (...it's made of wax?)
Changes "hand of Madame" to "waxwork hand"
Examine waxwork hand
Iris:
This is just Madame Tusspells's right hand, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it must be. I can clearly see her left hand, after all.
Iris:
Oh, but wait a minute... This is a left hand as well, look.
Ryunosuke:
......... D-Don't say such c-creepy things, Iris, please!
Iris:
And...it seems very stiff, too. In fact...it's really hard.
Ryunosuke:
You, you mean...? (...it's made of wax?)
Examine hand of Madame, then present waxwork hand
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
""What dealt the man such a shocking blow was of course... the waxwork hand!"
Present two hundred pounds
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
If this man is the one responsible for taking the waxwork... ...then perhaps the sight of the ransom money made him so happy, he passed out! If I was the culprit, I'm confident I would have passed out in that situation.
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? (I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"What dealt the man such a shocking blow was of course... the two hundred pounds!"
Present long hair braid
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Madame Tusspells's hair is very neatly braided... ...creating an effective whip that she used to beat the man to the ground! Oh yes, I can picture the scene quite clearly.
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Sholmes:
I'm afraid your imagination is overactive.
Ryunosuke:
Well yes, perhaps I was clutching at straws a little...
Sholmes:
I, on the other hand, can picture the scene of your spiked hair running the man through quite clearly.
Ryunosuke:
And you say my imagination is overactive...
Leads to:
"What dealt the man such a shocking blow was of course... the two hundred pounds!"
Present hand of Madame
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
At first glance, Madame Tusspells's hands look slender and delicate. But obviously all the waxwork modelling she does has made them big and strong! She could easily have knocked that man out, just with a single punch.
Sholmes:
In that case, perhaps I should ask that she knocks some sense into you.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
You've missed a crucial clue right before your eyes! The art of deduction relies not just on observational skills, but on GOOD observational skills!
Leads to:
"What dealt the man such a shocking blow was of course... the two hundred pounds!"
What dealt the man such a shocking blow was of course... the two hundred pounds!
Ryunosuke:
It must have been a considerable blow to have knocked the man unconscious.
Iris:
Yes, he looks like a very sturdy man, doesn't he? Ooh! Perhaps he was struck on the back of the head with something hard?!
Ryunosuke:
...Don't sound so excited about it, Iris. (Whatever did leave the man out cold like that, it must have been quite something...)
Ryunosuke:
What dealt the man such a shocking blow was of course... the waxwork hand!
Sholmes:
Indeed. With a solid waxwork limb, one could deliver a very substantial blow.
Tusspells:
How, how could you...?
Ryunosuke:
The hand protruding from the bottom of your cape... It ought to be a right hand, but closer inspection reveals that in fact, it's a left hand.
Tusspells:
Ah!
Sholmes:
And somewhat masculine as well. In other words, it does not belong to you, madame. It is the hand of a waxwork model!
Tusspells:
KYAAAAAAH! Some of the visitors to my museum can be...troublesome. They meddle with the exhibits and cause damage.
Ryunosuke:
So you mean, that arm...?
Tusspells:
Yes. This gentleman saw fit to try to remove it as a souvenir.
Sholmes:
Hm, no small keepsake.
Ryunosuke:
Like taking a whole branch of a cherry tree when you go to view the blossoms...
Tusspells:
I am afraid I had to teach the man a lesson.
Ryunosuke:
You confronted the man and tried to take the arm back.
Sholmes:
And the result? The scene we see before us. He was knocked unconscious. A point we may need to revisit later. But for the time being, we have our conclusion: Yes, the killer in this special exhibit has been kidnapped!
Topic 1
Waxwork's Fate
Conclusion
Sold for cash
Kidnapped!
Solved
Topic 2
Waxwork Location
Conclusion
Discovered already
Sholmes:
The question that arises then, is what has become of the waxwork that changed hands? Let us consider that problem for a moment.
Tusspells:
You, you cannot possibly...
Sholmes:
What immediately strikes me about this conundrum, is the young man standing over there. Who is this fellow? To find the answer, we need only observe...his neckerchief.
Ryunosuke:
According to Mr Sholmes... ...the yellow neckerchief is a sign to other policemen that some crime is underway.
Iris:
A way of communicating with his colleagues without revealing his identity, yes. It's a secret that's closely guarded by Scotland Yard.
Ryunosuke:
...That Mr Sholmes didn't hesitate to give away.
Iris:
Well, uncovering secrets is in any true detective's nature, of course.
Ryunosuke:
Right... Anyway, judging from Madame Tusspells's reaction to Mr Sholmes's deduction... ...I think perhaps we might not have identified the man quite correctly.
Examine neckerchief
Ryunosuke:
A secret scarf sign to warn other agents of an ongoing crime...
Iris:
I know! It sounds so thrilling, doesn't it? Maybe I'll try to work it into next month's instalment.
Ryunosuke:
But then the police's secret will be revealed to all of London's six million inhabitants.
Iris:
Well, they'll just have to come up with a new sign, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
(How does this ten-year-old manage to have such terrifying influence?)
Examine flat cap
Ryunosuke:
I've seen hats like this in Japan as well. They're called flat caps, aren't they?
Iris:
Yes, or hunting caps. Hurley's hat is called a deerstalker, by the way.
Ryunosuke:
(Hunting...stalking... The British certainly seem keen on catching game...) Every time I see a deerstalker, I automatically think of Mr Sholmes... ...but a flat cap makes me think of a Japanese country gentleman, somehow. (In other words people from all walks of life wear all different types of hat... So that doesn't really help us.)
Examine shoulder stub
Ryunosuke:
What the...? The man has a stub sticking out of his shoulder where his arm should be!
Iris:
Ah. Well that settles that, then.
Ryunosuke:
Right. This isn't a real person at all.
Iris:
His entire arm's been ripped off, from the shoulder down.
Ryunosuke:
His arm's been...? (Of course. That ties in with what we just found out.)
Present shoulder stub
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Who is this fellow? To find the answer, we need only observe...his shoulder stub."
Present neckerchief
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Once you know that the scarf is a secret signal used by detectives, the answer is obvious. Anyone wearing a scarf like this must be a detective. So that's exactly what this man is.
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? (I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"Who is this fellow? To find the answer, we need only observe...his neckerchief."
Present flat cap
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Just look at the smart flat cap the man is wearing. It's apparent, then... ...that he's a run-of-the-mill Londoner with an eye for style!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, your powers of deduction are improving. But in your own words, there's just 'one thing'... Are you and I not both run-of-the-mill Londoners, too?
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Sholmes:
On second thoughts, you yourself may not quite satisfy that description.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure that you do, either.
Leads to:
"Who is this fellow? To find the answer, we need only observe...his neckerchief."
Who is this fellow? To find the answer, we need only observe...his neckerchief.
Ryunosuke:
According to Mr Sholmes, this young gentleman is actually a policeman in plain clothes. And the secret scarf sign appears to back that idea up. It does seem plausible.
Iris:
But Madame Tusspells's reaction was strange. Which must mean...
Ryunosuke:
...That we haven't got to the bottom of who or what this man really is yet.
Ryunosuke:
Who is this fellow? To find the answer, we need only observe...his shoulder stub.
Sholmes:
No such boneless human walks this earth. Of that, I can assure you. In other words, the man standing here - the young Sergeant John Clay... ...is in fact, defying all odds, a waxwork model!
Ryunosuke:
I seem to remember it was you who concluded he was a real person in the first place, Mr Sholmes.
Tusspells:
He has become quite a celebrity in London, being the winner of no less than three policing awards last year. I simply had to make a model of the man.
Sholmes:
Naturally! What other explanation could there be?
Ryunosuke:
And it was this detective's arm that was pulled off by the man on the floor in the special exhibit, wasn't it?
Sholmes:
Next we turn our attention to the old man sat before him with the particularly unsightly visage. I've been watching closely and he hasn't moved a muscle. Almost, in fact...as if he were a waxwork.
Tusspells:
Ah! But, but you...
Sholmes:
Your reaction only confirms my suspicions, madame. I noticed it at once, of course... Observe! The telltale sign that instantly proves whether or not this old man is a waxwork is the obvious price tag!
Ryunosuke:
A killer policeman...called Ottermole, was it? Was he well known?
Iris:
It was all over the papers last year. But I can't say I know what he looks like. It's a very low price, though. Thruppence isn't much money.
Ryunosuke:
(Only enough for a few measly hours of gas in Mr Garrideb's delightful lodgings, in fact...) So this is the special killer taken from the special exhibit...is it? The waxwork that somebody stole from the museum and tried to ransom for two hundred pounds... ...is this crusty old killer policeman Ottermole? Really?
Iris:
Perhaps we should have a good look around again and see if another idea crops up!
Examine price tag
Ryunosuke:
Three pence? It's a far cry from two hundred pounds, isn't it?
Iris:
For thruppence, you could buy it and put it on display in your room, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
...I think I'd rather not go to sleep being watched by an old man, if it's all the same to you.
Iris:
This price tag does stand out, doesn't it? I mean, you couldn't even buy the helmet on his head for that much money, I don't think.
Ryunosuke:
I wonder what the price tag's really for, then...
Examine scarf on the arm
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't believe it!
Iris:
It's the secret sign that lets other detectives know some criminal activity is underway!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...it's a slightly strange choice of outfit if he was trying to go unnoticed...
Iris:
Ah! He must be a detective disguised as a policeman!
Ryunosuke:
Or a detective disguised as a waxwork model of a policeman!
Iris:
He doesn't look like he's clever enough to think of something like that, though...
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps you should try to be a little more polite about him, Iris?
Examine twitch
Ryunosuke:
L-Look at this! The old man's tapping his foot like crazy!
Iris:
He seems to be fast asleep, though.
Ryunosuke:
He's, he's not tapping his foot consciously, then? So you mean...
Iris:
...It must be a twitch!
Ryunosuke:
Never mind that! The point is, waxworks don't tap their feet!
Iris:
Or twitch!
Ryunosuke:
(And look at his arm, too...)
Present twitch
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The telltale sign that instantly proves whether or not this old man is a waxwork is the obvious twitch!"
Present price tag
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
You only have to look at this price tag to know exactly what this old man really is! He's a waxwork being sold for thruppence. It really couldn't be more obvious!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? (I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"The telltale sign that instantly proves whether or not this old man is a waxwork is the obvious price tag!"
Present scarf on the arm
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
According to you, Mr Sholmes, a scarf like this is a secret sign used between undercover detectives. So perhaps THIS is the famous plain clothes detective, Sergeant John Clay.
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, pray...what part of this man's outfit would you call 'plain clothes'?
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Sholmes:
And I believe I described the man as young, too.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Sholmes:
It was only last year that I saw him being awarded his triple accolades at the policing awards. They say detective work can age a man, but this would be extreme, I'm sure you'll agree.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, I know I suddenly feel ten years older after that...)
Leads to:
"The telltale sign that instantly proves whether or not this old man is a waxwork is the obvious price tag!"
The telltale sign that instantly proves whether or not this old man is a waxwork is the obvious price tag!
Iris:
If we just poured a little bit of molten wax on him, we'd soon find out if he was real or not.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...you never know, there may be another way. We've already come this far, so maybe we should stick to logical deductions, don't you think?
Iris:
Alright, if that's the way you want to do it, then we should examine him in more detail.
Ryunosuke:
(If anyone saw, they'd think we were obsessed with the elderly...)
Ryunosuke:
The telltale sign that instantly proves whether or not this old man is a waxwork is the obvious twitch!
Sholmes:
Even the most realistic waxworks do not exhibit a twitch. In other words, this splendid old man is in fact a genuine member of Scotland Yard!
Ryunosuke:
...Slight shift in your choice of adjectives, then...
Sholmes:
And there you have it! Well, Madame Tusspells?
Tusspells:
Well what? It was me who contacted the police and demanded that someone come in the first place. He is clearly fatigued. He is sound asleep.
Ryunosuke:
But then, what's this tag about showing a price of three pence?
Sholmes:
No doubt the price tag of the muffler, which the old bobby purchased recently at a local market. And I presume you've observed the scarf tied around his arm? Does that not strike you, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! The secret sign used by detectives to show that some criminal activity is currently underway.
Tusspells:
Of course. Because, as you know, there has been just such criminal activity happening here. As you deduced from the very beginning, detective.
Sholmes:
So, it would seem that we finally arrive at the truth.
Ryunosuke:
The waxwork of the especially ruthless killer from the special exhibit has been kidnapped.
Sholmes:
And Scotland Yard are already investigating. But the model's whereabouts remain a mystery. Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction...of this horrifying puzzle!
Topic 2
Waxwork Location
Conclusion
Discovered already
Still a mystery!
Solved
Deduction CompleteElementary!
Tusspells:
All sorts of people visit my museum here. Men and women, young and old. Sometimes they drop in just for a short time on their way back from the pub. I welcome them all. But if anyone tries to damage my exhibits... I do not take it lightly. Anyway... ...your great deduction was even more enchanting than I had been led to believe.
Sholmes:
It was a pleasure, my dear madame. I'm gratified that you enjoyed the spectacle. And as for your 'rough customer', I've no doubt he'll regain consciousness shortly and return home. What concerns me more... ...is the waxwork from the special display...if it was indeed genuinely abducted?
Tusspells:
......... Yes. Tragically, it was...
Sholmes:
Then I would ask you to recount to us the events surrounding the stolen waxwork. In as much detail as possible, if you please.
Tusspells:
...Very well. But after I have told you what I know, I must insist that you return to your work.
Sholmes:
......... The talents of a great detective could be put to better use, I feel, but as you wish...
Examine
Man on ground in middle exhibit
Ryunosuke:
......... It's just a collapsed man.
Iris:
At least it turned out he's not one of the mass murderers' victims.
Ryunosuke:
True. But he is one of the waxworks' victims in a way, isn't he?
Iris:
...He's not showing any signs of life.
Ryunosuke:
(Because he really is dead...?)
Iris:
Come on, you're always pointing that finger of yours in court. Poke that arm now and see how it feels.
Ryunosuke:
...Objection!
Converse
The stolen waxwork
Ryunosuke:
Tell us more about the stolen waxwork, please.
Tusspells:
It was some days ago now, when I came in here one morning. I immediately noticed that a waxwork was missing from the special exhibit here!
Iris:
It is your most prominent display. So...that's why the curtains were closed.
Tusspells:
And I found the ransom note in its place.
Ryunosuke:
The culprit must have broken in during the night and taken it, then?
Iris:
So this waxwork that was stolen... It was a model of some horrible criminal, I suppose?
Tusspells:
......... Of a particularly horrible criminal, in fact. The killer who left a more profound scar on society than any other, I would say: the Professor.
Ryunosuke:
(Not a name I've heard of.)
Sholmes:
So, Mr Naruhodo...it seems the circle is complete.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Iris:
The Professor case happened at around the time I was born, didn't it?
Sholmes:
Indeed it did, Iris. Ten years ago. A series of murders that rocked the capital.
Ryunosuke:
Ten years ago?
Sholmes:
Yes. At exactly the time... ...that Barok van Zieks graduated from university, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
What? (S-Surely he's not saying...?)
Iris:
So the big event that changed Mr Reaper's life...
Sholmes:
......... As you've surmised. It was the Professor case.
Ryunosuke:
Who was this Professor then?
The Professor (appears after "The stolen waxwork")
Leads to:
"It was a series of gruesome murders that had all of London gripped in terror a decade ago."
Tusspells:
It was a series of gruesome murders that had all of London gripped in terror a decade ago. After five victims were killed, the man was arrested, and put to death.
Sholmes:
And now he's immortalised here in wax for all Londoners to admire and enjoy! Though of course, he happens to be absent at present, on account of the abduction.
Ryunosuke:
But I don't understand. How is all this related to Lord van Zieks?
Sholmes:
......... You must first understand, my dear fellow, why it is that the Professor earnt such infamy. It was due to the victims he chose. Some of Whitehall's finest.
Iris:
What do you mean, Hurley?
Sholmes:
Those murdered by the Professor were some of the highest members of the British aristocracy. Members of the nobility. Even royalty. It sent shockwaves through the country's administration.
Ryunosuke:
Members of the... Ah! Wait! Of course! What Professor Harebrayne said! Lord van Zieks is from a family with noble blood!
Iris:
Oh gosh!
Sholmes:
It was the fifth victim that led to the Professor's arrest. The last of the killer's prey was a young noble by the name of... ...Klint van Zieks.
Ryunosuke:
No! I don't believe it! Van Zieks?!
Sholmes:
I'm sure you can piece together the rest for yourself. In the wake of his older brother's murder, the young Barok pursued a career as a prosecutor. And eventually...became the Reaper we know today.
Ryunosuke:
......... I had no idea Lord van Zieks had such a tragic past...
Sholmes:
Well, I'm afraid that's all I can say on the matter. For the time being at least. After all, I have work to do... ...as a waxwork exhibit.
Tusspells:
I am afraid I shall have to excuse myself as well.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, of course. It's, it's been a pleasure. Thank you.
???:
...Well, none of the predicted scenarios I've been analysing involved you coming to visit me here.
Harebrayne:
It's been too long, it really has. I'm delighted to see you, Barok.
Van Zieks:
It's been ten years. And here we are, meeting in a prison of all places.
Harebrayne:
I can't forgive myself for what happened to Mr Asman! I just can't! I, I still can't believe it could happen...
Van Zieks:
......... Tomorrow the court will decide.
Harebrayne:
Yes! I have a young Eastern man acting for my defence. He seems reliable enough, though. It, it was an accident. A terrible accident. He, he, he assures me he can prove it!
Van Zieks:
I must warn you...
Harebrayne:
Oh, I know, I know! I've heard already. You're going to be prosecuting, aren't you?
Van Zieks:
...Yes.
Harebrayne:
......... Since I returned to England, I've heard lots of stories. Barok, are you really...?
Van Zieks:
What?
Harebrayne:
......... Never mind. I know that you have my best interests at heart.
Van Zieks:
My friend is on trial. ...I wouldn't entrust it to anybody else.
Harebrayne:
Of course. I fully understand. Thank you, Barok.
Van Zieks:
Until tomorrow, then. I'll see you in court.
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing particular of note...)
Too many errors during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Deduction Failed
I can see nothing.
The Return of the Great Departed Soul
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
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23rd October, 8:52 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Ryunosuke:
This set of scales is supposed to be the symbol of a defence lawyer, I think. And it's set on a background of a sunflower design. ...Or was it a dandelion? ...Or a chrysanthemum, perhaps... .........Well anyway, no one should be judged on their knowledge of flowers...or lack of it.
Inside of armband
Ryunosuke:
The name of the armband's owner is very finely embroidered here. 'Kazuma Asogi'... One day, when I'm back in Japan and I've earned my official law qualification there... ...I'll wear one band on each arm. ...That should make me a very well-balanced lawyer, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
(I can't believe it's been six months since I was last allowed to work in court. And now here I am, back at the Old Bailey...)
Harebrayne:
Ah! M-Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Good morning, Professor Harebrayne.
Harebrayne:
I, I don't understand! It doesn't make any sense! The atmospheric pressure in here is off the charts! I've never felt anything like it! It's, it's crushing me!
Ryunosuke:
I feel it every time I'm here. That...gravity.
Harebrayne:
Well, this is Britain's highest court... But are you telling me it's filled with some kind of device that can actually control air pressure?!
Ryunosuke:
......... I think it's probably all in the mind.
Harebrayne:
Ah. Yes, well...you won't let me down, will you, Mr Naruhodo? I'm counting on you in today's trial...to save my life! To save the secret of my super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis machine from being made public!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I understand. (I know what I have to do. I have to establish that the explosion two days ago was nothing more than an unfortunate accident.)
Harebrayne:
Well, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about, really. Justice will prevail!
???:
My commiserations, Mr Naruhodo. You appear to have been lumbered with a most tiresome case here.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes! I didn't expect to see you here.
Iris:
That was very mean, Runo, leaving me alone at home with Hurley. It took me at least an hour to wake him!
Harebrayne:
Ah... Oh... Ah... Is it...? Are you...? HEEEEEERLOCK SHOOOOOOLMES?!
Sholmes:
Indeed, sir. I am he. Heeeeeerlock Shoooooolmes.
Harebrayne:
Oh, I've heard all about your exploits, even whilst living in Germany.
Iris:
Ah yes. Randst Magazine is on sale in Germany, too.
Harebrayne:
This month's instalment was sublime! Your deduction in 'The Adventure of Silver Blaze' was wonderful!
Sholmes:
Ah yes, a memorable case indeed. It concerned a snake, I seem to recall.
Iris:
No, that was 'The Speckled Band.'
Ryunosuke:
Well, thank you for coming. I do appreciate your support.
Sholmes:
I'm sorry to disappoint you, my dear fellow, but I'm afraid I can't stay.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Sholmes:
I have urgent business at Madame Tusspells.
Ryunosuke:
You mean...your waxwork job?
Sholmes:
No no, the waxwork abduction, of course. Madame has engaged my services.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, so you're trying to get to the bottom of that ransom note, are you?
Sholmes:
The week's wages depend on it! ...As does the safe return of the waxwork, naturally. As such, I intend to give it my undivided attention.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, never mind then. I understand.
Sholmes:
Of course, with my skills of observation and reasoning, resolving the matter will be as easy as proverbial pie. I shall return forthwith. For until I solve the case, I shall have no money to afford a pie of any description.
Iris:
Ooh, then you must absolutely give it your full attention, Hurley!
Sholmes:
Quite, Iris, quite. But life is riddled with irony, you know. Whenever I give something my full attention, I have a quite insatiable desire for a pie. One of the universe's intractable mysteries, you might say.
Harebrayne:
Oh yes! Quite! Definitely! Absolutely! I totally understand!
Ryunosuke:
(...Is someone a little starstruck?)
Sholmes:
I wish you the very best of luck, Professor Harebrayne.
Harebrayne:
Oh! Ah! Ooh! Why, thank you!
Sholmes:
Before I depart, Mr Naruhodo...a word in your ear, if you please?
Ryunosuke:
...? What's this about?
Sholmes:
As you have remarkably little grounding in science, I feel I ought to inform you... As compelling as this 'super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis' hypothesis may be... ...a practical implementation, such as was attempted by the professor at the Great Exhibition, is quite impossible.
Ryunosuke:
But, but the professor said the demonstration was a success!
Sholmes:
Yes, it would appear that he fervently believes it was.
Iris:
I've read Professor Bunnybrain's paper about it, too, Runo. And I have to say... ...I'm sure it can't be done. It could barely be done theoretically, let alone practically.
Ryunosuke:
(So he's completely barking up the wrong tree?) But how could an experiment that had no possibility of succeeding in fact succeed? That's contradictory.
Sholmes:
And it's that contradiction that will be at the heart of the trial, I've no doubt.
Ryunosuke:
(What's that supposed to mean?)
Sholmes:
Now, I must hurry along. I wish you the best of luck, my dear fellow.
Iris:
See you later, Hurley! Well, it looks like you're on your own today, Runo. But chin up! You can do it!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! What about you, Iris?
Iris:
Ah, no, I'm afraid I can't help. I have something I need to do.
Ryunosuke:
...I see.
Iris:
Hehe! It's going to be a big surprise for you when you find out what it is!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (That sounds ominous...)
Bailiff:
Counsel for the Defence! And the defendant! Court is about to be in session. Make your way into the courtroom at once!
Ryunosuke:
We're on our way! (An experiment that the laws of science say can't possibly succeed... ...and a scientist who's convinced that it did. That's the riddle you have to unlock here, Ryunosuke! That's the key to this case!)
23rd October, 9:10 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session. We are sitting today for the public trial of Professor Albert Harebrayne. I now call upon the counsels for the prosecution and defence to declare their willingness to proceed.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution is ready.
Ryunosuke:
The defence is... The defence is ready, My Lord! ......... (I'm six months out of practice. And what's more... ...I'm without Susato-san today.) ......... (Ugh... Is it just my imagination, or does the air in here feel even more oppressive than usual?)
Judge:
So... ...I must say I recollect the victim of this case all too well. Mr Odie Asman.
Van Zieks:
Mr Asman was well known as a financier...though that was merely a front for his diverse criminal activities.
Judge:
It was only a month ago that the man appeared in court prosecuted by you, Lord van Zieks. But the jury unanimously found him not guilty.
Ryunosuke:
(Because every member of the jury had been bribed, by the sound of it. These powerful London criminals are prepared to go to extreme lengths to keep their freedom.)
Judge:
But two days ago, on 21st October, Mr Asman met his end. The work of the Reaper, was it?
Van Zieks:
......... If that is how Your Lordship would describe divine retribution... But the fact remains that Mr Asman's death... ...was a direct result of the actions of the accused, Professor Harebrayne.
Judge:
Very well, then. Now, ladies and gentlemen of the jury... You have been selected at random to represent the will of the people. Are the six of you ready to fulfil your societal duty?
Juror No. 1:
I'm most gratified to have been selected to carry out this important civic duty, My Lord.
Juror No. 2:
To have a man's fate in the palm of one's hand... Oh gosh! Oh golly! It sends shivers down my spine.
Juror No. 3:
Science experiments, magic, conjuring tricks, courtroom trials... All are nothing more than performances.
Juror No. 4:
Any spurious scholar that defiles the reputation of science deserves to hang!
Juror No. 5:
Um, we 'ave to listen to what's said on both sides 'the fence, and um...then settle on one... That's it, isn't it?
Juror No. 6:
......... Wasn't like this in my day! Wasn't like this at all!
Ryunosuke:
......... (That's...that's... ...the police killer Ottermole look-alike...again. And he's as exhausted as ever, it seems.)
Judge:
Now, as I'm sure you are all aware... ...the incident we are here to judge today tragically took place at the Great Exhibition, shortly after its opening.
Van Zieks:
Though the death toll could have been far worse. With the exception of the victim, no one was killed. Nevertheless, the dream of the science being exhibited rapidly turned into a nightmare for the spectators.
Judge:
A tragic turn of events. And as such, the eyes of all London- No, of the whole world will be on this trial. It is our duty to reach a swift and just conclusion, I feel. So...your opening statement please, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
At the heart of this incident... ...is technology never before demonstrated anywhere in the world.
Judge:
One of science's latest developments, I take it? The government is keen to capitalise on the Great Exhibition to improve Britain's technological advantage.
Van Zieks:
The technology being demonstrated by the accused was described as 'super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis'.
Judge:
Good Lord!
Ryunosuke:
It's designed to 'disassemble' human subjects using extremely high-voltage electricity... ...and 'beam' them instantly to another location where they are subsequently reassembled.
Judge:
Is...is such a thing even within the realms of possibility?
Juror No. 1:
Well I don't believe it, that's for sure.
Juror No. 2:
Disassembling people with electricity? My goodness! How shocking!
Juror No. 4:
Hah! The whole idea is absurd! The hypothesis would never stand up to scrutiny!
Judge:
Sir, I believe you are a fellow of the Royal Society, are you not? An expert in your field?
Juror No. 4:
I am, and my word on the matter can be considered final. Instantaneous kinesis is poppycock!
Ryunosuke:
(So this expert and Mr Sholmes are in agreement. It's impossible...)
Judge:
What is the prosecution's view on the matter?
Van Zieks:
......... The prosecution would assert... ...that the accused's instantaneous kinesis demonstration was a success.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Juror No. 4:
What rot!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar!
Van Zieks:
The professor's hypothesis is currently under investigation by the British government. If it is deemed to have merit, a substantial research grant would be made available. The accused made use of the invention built on his new hypothesis to take Mr Asman's life... ...in order to be the sole benefactor of the grant.
Ryunosuke:
But, but...
Van Zieks:
This disastrous demonstration was no accident. It was carefully designed from the outset to end the life of the victim.
Judge:
Thank you, Lord van Zieks. The prosecution's stance is clear. But you will now bring forth witnesses to substantiate your claims.
Van Zieks:
...Gladly, My Lord. Bailiff! Show the first witnesses to the stand!
Van Zieks:
Witnesses, state your names and occupations for the court.
Gregson:
Yes, sir! Tobias Gregson, Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard's homicide division. I was on duty at the demonstration on the day in question and in charge of the followin' investigation.
Harebrayne:
......... Albert Harebrayne! S-S-Scientist!
Van Zieks:
You were born in England, but have been carrying out research in Germany in recent years. Correct?
Harebrayne:
Yes. Yes, that's right. After graduating from university here in Britain, I went to work in Germany...and made an amazing discovery! Which is what brought me back! I had to demonstrate my incredible hypothesis at the Great Exhibition!
Gregson:
What you demonstrated was incredible alright. An incredible explosion!
Harebrayne:
But the science! The science was a success! The instantaneous kinesis worked! E-Everyone saw it! They must have done! Yes, there was the terrible accident, but... ...the demonstration of my hypothesis was a success!
Gregson:
Well, that much is undeniable. As shown in this photograph taken by the Forensic Investigation Team.
Judge:
This was taken inside the Crystal Tower, I take it? The centrepiece of the exhibition, no less.
Gregson:
That's right, My Lord. Seems the victim rammed straight into it.
Judge:
Hm, I see... Very well, submit the photograph as evidence.
The photograph of the victim has been entered into the Court Record.
Gregson:
As the court's heard, the victim of the incident was Mr Odie Asman. There have been a number of allegations made against the man, but puttin' them aside for the time bein'... ...he was the man who financed the research for the experiment and the demonstration itself.
Judge:
I see. So to summarise the situation... ...the defendant is accused of taking the life of the man who funded his work. Would that be correct?
Gregson:
Exactly.
Ryunosuke:
But couldn't it be... ...that the explosion was caused by some malfunction in the apparatus used for the demonstration?
Harebrayne:
That's right! That must be it! My splendid machine... My poor, splendid machine...
Gregson:
You saw it yesterday, didn't you? We can't even examine the wreckage thanks to the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act.
Harebrayne:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?! The wreckage?! THE WRECKAGE?!
Judge:
But that being the case, how can the facts be established? How can it possibly be determined whether this was an accident or a deliberate and malicious act?
Van Zieks:
Extremely simply, My Lord.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Van Zieks:
Isn't that right, witness?
Harebrayne:
Wha...? Sorry? ME?!
Van Zieks:
No. Your neighbour.
Gregson:
Yes, sir! It was murder, plain and simple. Anyone could state that with complete certainty.
Ryunosuke:
What?! (How can he possibly think that?)
Judge:
Thank you, Inspector. I think we had better proceed to formal testimony. You will explain to the court on what grounds you claim this experiment to have been a front for murder!
Witness Testimony
- A Front for Murder -
Gregson:
The corpse that went crashin' through the Crystal Tower had a broken neck.
Harebrayne:
I, I made a minor miscalculation in the angle of the beam projection, that's all! That was my mistake!
Gregson:
But the post-mortem examination revealed another injury. A fatal wound.
There was a lesion in his chest where he'd clearly been stabbed by somethin' sharp right in the heart!
So the victim was killed before he went anywhere. And this fella's the only one who could have done it!
Judge:
......... An extraordinary business... In addition to suffering a broken neck, the victim was stabbed in the heart?
Ryunosuke:
(Information I would really like to have heard from someone other than the judge...)
Gregson:
The coroner says death would have been all but instant from a wound like that.
Van Zieks:
You could say, in fact... ...that the victim was killed twice by the accused.
Harebrayne:
No, no and no! That couldn't be further from the truth!
Gregson:
I have here the experiment plan document that was submitted to the security team. The victim stood himself inside somethin' called 'the birdcage', ready to be 'beamed' instantly... ...to the second level of the Crystal Tower, about twenty-five yards away.
Van Zieks:
The experiment did not go according to plan, however. As the machine was put into operation, there was a large explosion. The blast caused the beam transmitter to point higher than intended. Accordingly, the kinesis resulted in the birdcage materialising in mid-air... ...from where it subsequently fell, crashing through the glass of the Crystal Tower's large round window.
Judge:
My word... One assumes the victim's neck was broken upon impact with the tower, then?
Harebrayne:
I'm, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen! The machine was just too powerful! But honestly! Really! I swear! It was just an accident! A terrible accident!
Van Zieks:
Unfortunately, that excuse can't save you.
Gregson:
No, not considerin' the sharp murder weapon that pierced the victim's heart.
Harebrayne:
M-Murder weapon?! What are you saying?!
Van Zieks:
This is the autopsy report submitted by the coroner. The prosecution would like it entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Your request is granted, Counsel.
The autopsy report has been entered into the Court Record.
Juror No. 4:
I was there in person, you know. I saw the whole ludicrous performance. And the only other person on the stage with Mr Asman was that disgraceful excuse for a scientist!
Juror No. 2:
Then really, by all accounts it must have been him.
Juror No. 1:
Hmph. Hard to think otherwise, really.
Judge:
Very well. Counsel for the Defence...proceed with the cross-examination, please.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, My Lord! (I need to focus here... It's been a while!)
Cross-Examination
- A Front for Murder -
Gregson:
The corpse that went crashin' through the Crystal Tower had a broken neck.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Are you suggesting that's because he fell from a considerable height?
Gregson:
Exactly. Which highlights somethin' else about this whole rum business.
Ryunosuke:
What's that?
Van Zieks:
The fact that the instantaneous kinesis itself was a success.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Gregson:
After the explosion, the cage with the fella inside suddenly appeared out of nowhere in mid-air.
Judge:
So although the experiment ended in disaster, the so-called instantaneous kinesis did actually occur.
Van Zieks:
...Remind us, Professor, what was the cause of the fatal disaster?
Harebrayne:
I, I made a minor miscalculation in the angle of the beam projection, that's all! That was my mistake!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So the angle of projection is critical, is it? And you calculated it yourself? Personally?
Harebrayne:
Absolutely! The calculation is far too complicated for anyone but me to carry out!
Gregson:
Only, you got it wrong, didn't you?
Harebrayne:
Yes! That's right! That's the point! The calculation is so complicated, even I can make a mistake!
Ryunosuke:
(Do people fall for that brazen confidence? ...I should try it.)
Harebrayne:
I, I took into account the subject's height and weight, the wind direction, the ambient temperature... I considered every possible variable! So I just don't understand how this could have happened!
Ryunosuke:
Obviously then, you had to include the weight of the clothes Mr Asman was wearing at the time, I suppose?
Harebrayne:
Ah. Crackling comets! The answer should have been three!
Ryunosuke:
(So much for safety first. The three must be for safety third...)
Gregson:
But the post-mortem examination revealed another injury. A fatal wound.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Another fatal injury, you say? That doesn't make any sense!
Gregson:
I didn't think I'd have to spell this out, but here we go... Just because there were two fatal wounds doesn't mean I'm sayin' the victim had two lives to lose, does it?
Ryunosuke:
...Too right.
Gregson:
Obviously at first, we thought the bloke had died due to his spine snappin' in half as well.
Ryunosuke:
But you're saying that's not the case?!
Gregson:
You'll get your answer once I've finished my fish an' chips...if you don't keep buttin' in every few seconds!
Ryunosuke:
(But we all know that's a bottomless bag...)
Van Zieks:
The victim plummeted thirty feet into a glass tower. It would be reasonable to assume that as the cause of death.
Gregson:
Right. That's what we all thought. But it was a red herring, wasn't it?
Gregson:
There was a lesion in his chest where he'd clearly been stabbed by somethin' sharp right in the heart!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The defence knew nothing of this crucial information!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution received this report from the Forensic Investigation Team only this morning. That was the first we knew of it as well. I can only apologise for the impossibility of informing the defence.
Ryunosuke:
(Sarcastic AND insincere? Thanks...) So, what was the nature of this sharp object?
Van Zieks:
Among the accused's tools that were in use at the demonstration, one is of particular interest. This.
Judge:
Ah yes, that would appear to be some kind of screwdriver, wouldn't it, Couns-
Harebrayne:
AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAH! There he is! My trusty little companion, Andrew!
Ryunosuke:
Andrew. Of course.
Harebrayne:
Ah, do you know each other already? He's one of my dear friends...like all my tools! I've named them all, you know. We're one big, happy family!
Judge:
.........
Harebrayne:
Andrew is my flat-head screwdriver, of course. His brother, Michael, is a cross-head.
Judge:
Well, it would appear that your beloved 'Andrew' has a red stain on his shank.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! That, that isn't...?
Van Zieks:
It's blood, beyond all reasonable doubt.
Ryunosuke:
No!
Gregson:
And that's not all. The long, sharp shape of this Andrew fellow is completely consistent with the victim's wound.
Harebrayne:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! The court will enter this 'friend' of the defendant as evidence!
The screwdriver has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(So one of Professor Harebrayne's tools is the murder weapon...? Great...)
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The defence knew nothing of this crucial information!
Van Zieks:
The prosecution received this report from the Forensic Investigation Team only this morning. That was the first we knew of it as well. I can only apologise for the impossibility of informing the defence.
Ryunosuke:
(Sarcastic AND insincere? Thanks...) So, what was the nature of this sharp object?
Van Zieks:
Among the accused's tools that were in use at the demonstration, one is of particular interest. This.
Judge:
Ah yes, that would appear to be some kind of screwdriver, wouldn't it, Couns-
Harebrayne:
AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAH! There he is! My trusty little companion, Andrew!
Ryunosuke:
Andrew. Of course.
Harebrayne:
Ah, do you know each other already? He's one of my dear friends...like all my tools! I've named them all, you know. We're one big, happy family!
Judge:
.........
Harebrayne:
Andrew is my flat-head screwdriver, of course. His brother, Michael, is a cross-head.
Judge:
Well, it would appear that your beloved 'Andrew' has a red stain on his shank.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! That, that isn't...?
Van Zieks:
It's blood, beyond all reasonable doubt.
Ryunosuke:
No!
Gregson:
And that's not all. The long, sharp shape of this Andrew fellow is completely consistent with the victim's wound.
Examine evidence
Screwdriver
Bloodied tip
Ryunosuke:
This...is blood. Mr Asman's, no doubt. This is the problem with looking at murder weapons...
Handle
Ryunosuke:
I've seen this unusually shaped handle before. It's the same screwdriver that was lodged in the grille on the floor of the kinesis machine. (Which could be important information, so I should definitely make a note of it.)
The details of the screwdriver have been updated in the Court Record.
Handle (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
There's no question considering the unusual shape of the handle... This is the screwdriver that was poking through the floor of the kinesis machine. It looks a little bit like a capital 'A'. (For 'Andrew' I suppose...)
Gregson:
So the victim was killed before he went anywhere. And this fella's the only one who could have done it!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What grounds do you have for saying that?
Gregson:
Hah! D'you really need to ask? There were only two people on that public experimentation stage, in front of the whole crowd.
Van Zieks:
The victim, Mr Odie Asman, and the accused, Professor Harebrayne. And we know for certain that before the experiment, the victim was alive.
Juror No. 4:
That's right. I saw him with my own eyes!
Van Zieks:
Furthermore... ...following the explosion and 'kinesis', nobody went anywhere near the body.
Gregson:
In other words, only someone else on stage with the victim could possibly have done it. And Albert Harebrayne is the only bloke who fits the bill. Unless you've got some other bright idea, sunshine? In which case, let's hear it!
Pursue Albert Harebrayne (after pressing fourth statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne! Do you have some information that may be relevant here?
Harebrayne:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Professor!
Harebrayne:
Ah! Sorry! SORRY! I was just calculating the optimum coefficient of electrolysis to separate molecules in the human body...
Ryunosuke:
(And the witness stand is the best place for that?) It seemed as though you might have something to say? About Inspector Gregson's last remark.
Harebrayne:
Ah! AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Yes! Yes, that's right! Of course! He just said that nobody else could have done it, didn't he?
Gregson:
Yeah, that's right. Who else could have stabbed the victim, eh?
Harebrayne:
I DON'T KNOW! ...But! There's no way that I could possibly have stabbed Mr Asman as you say.
Gregson:
Eh?
Ryunosuke:
Explain, please, Professor!
Harebrayne:
Of course. This cold-hearted policeman may not be aware, I suppose... ...but humans are warm-blooded mammals, with blood running continuously through their veins.
Gregson:
I had heard...
Harebrayne:
Then surely you see! If I'd plunged something the size of Andrew into the man's chest... ...the whole stage would have been a bloodbath! No, a blood swimming pool!
Ryunosuke:
Aah...
Harebrayne:
But thousands of Londoners were watching me at the time. And yet not one of them claims to have seen a swimming pool of blood!
Gregson:
......... Well, no...I suppose not...
Harebrayne:
You see?! Not one!
Juror No. 4:
Hm... True, I didn't see anything like that...
Ryunosuke:
(Well done, Professor! That was a great counter-argument!)
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar!
Van Zieks:
...Pray forgive the discourtesy if I savour a drop from my hallowed chalice to accompany my old friend's adducing.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Here's to you, Albert!
Harebrayne:
Oh, you're too kind, Barok! But I'm really not a patch on you...
Van Zieks:
No, you're not.
Harebrayne:
No?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
You've neglected to mention one crucial possibility.
Harebrayne:
I have?
Van Zieks:
A particular situation in which very little bleeding would result from a stab wound.
Gregson:
Ah! Of course!
Van Zieks:
Inspector, enlighten the court, please.
Gregson:
Yes, sir!
Ryunosuke:
(Where are they going with this?)
Judge:
Very well. You will amend your formal testimony now, Inspector Gregson.
Changes statement from "So the victim was killed before he went anywhere. And this fella's the only one who could have done it!" to "The weapon the victim was stabbed with must have been left in his body whilst he was beamed through the air!"
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
My learned friend's silence is your answer, Inspector.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (Can't a man have a moment to think?)
Gregson:
The weapon the victim was stabbed with must have been left in his body whilst he was beamed through the air!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Why would you think that, Inspector?
Gregson:
With any wound, it's only when you pull the weapon out that profuse bleedin' occurs. Whilst it's still lodged in the body, it acts as a stopper of sorts, for want of a better word.
Ryunosuke:
I, I see...
Van Zieks:
You don't need a medical degree to be aware of this fact. It's common knowledge for any investigator.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, where's Susato-san when you need her?)
Gregson:
If you ask me, this bloke masked what he was doin' from view with his body before stabbin' Asman in the chest. Then he beamed the victim off the stage with his fancy device, the screwdriver still where he planted it.
Harebrayne:
I, I would never do such a thing! Not to my precious tools! I would never use them for such dirty work! You only use tools for their intended purpose! That's common knowledge for any scientist!
Van Zieks:
...The fact remains, the lack of blood at the scene can easily be explained. As the prosecution has demonstrated.
Present Screwdriver (after examining handle)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say that while the weapon remains in the body, there's very little bleeding..."
Ryunosuke:
(So that's all the testimony I have to work with... I had no idea the victim had been stabbed. That changes everything... Did van Zieks keep that to himself until now on purpose, to gain the advantage? Oh well...I suppose all I can do is press these witnesses for as much new information as possible.)
Ryunosuke:
You say that while the weapon remains in the body, there's very little bleeding... Is that unequivocal?
Gregson:
Look, there was no blood on the experimentation stage, even though that's where the fellow was stabbed. The only explanation for that is if the screwdriver was still in his body, stoppin' any heavy bleedin'.
Van Zieks:
It's common medical knowledge, my learned friend. Even on your side of the world.
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, but about this screwdriver... The thing is, we actually saw it at the scene ourselves. On the experimentation stage.
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
It was on the floor by the wreckage of the machine, poking through a metal grille. I went to pick it up, but the detective here stopped me. Isn't that right, Inspector Gregson?
Gregson:
Ah, well, um... Now you come to mention it, yes...
Van Zieks:
Inspector, are we to understand that you permitted the defence counsel to investigate? That you contravened the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act?
Gregson:
Eh? No! Not at all! I, I wouldn't do that! I just let him look, nothin' more! I was very clear he wasn't to touch a thing!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's true. This screwdriver was in plain sight on the stage. But it shouldn't have been, should it?
Gregson:
Wh-What are you gettin' at?
Ryunosuke:
If this tool had still been in the victim's body when the victim was beamed away by the machine... ...then it shouldn't have still been on the stage.
Gregson:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
That's right! It should have been beamed across to the Crystal Tower along with Mr Asman... ...and been found still lodged in the victim's chest!
Gregson:
Ugh... UWAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! ...How do you explain this, Inspector?
Gregson:
I...well...um... I don't...
Ryunosuke:
It looks as though everything that the victim had on his person moved with him when he was 'beamed'. If the screwdriver was still in his chest when the instantaneous kinesis occurred... ...obviously that should have been beamed to the destination as well!
Gregson:
You...
Ryunosuke:
(This is a strange situation... Even though people are saying that this instantaneous kinesis is a scientific impossibility... ...we're still basing arguments on the assumption that it did actually take place. Alright. Time to tighten the screws here...) My Lord! If the prosecution is unable to explain this inconsistency in its argument... ...we can only conclude that the testimony given in support cannot be relied upon!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Lord van Zieks is stumped!)
???:
Hold it!
Judge:
...Do you have something to say, witness?
Harebrayne:
Yes...I knew it... It bears out... The equations hold... Mr Naruhodo! ...DON'T WORRY!
Ryunosuke:
...About what?!
Harebrayne:
Without delving into the details, there is no inconsistency!
Ryunosuke:
What?
Harebrayne:
Even if Andrew had been lodged in Mr Asman's chest... ...my trusty tool wouldn't have moved. Andrew remaining on the stage is consistent with my calculations!
Ryunosuke:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Van Zieks:
It would seem your illusions have been...shattered. Clearly we should hear the accused's explanation. ...Or should I say, this brilliant scientist's explanation?
Judge:
Hmmm...
Ryunosuke:
(Just when I'd found an inconsistency in the prosecution's argument... Scientists...)
Judge:
Very well! The defendant will testify again. Provide us with the scientific explanation as to why the inconsistency asserted by the defence fails to hold!
Harebrayne:
In the name of Apollo, I will, My Lord!
Witness Testimony
- The inconsistency Explained -
Harebrayne:
To be clear, I'm still at the stage of gathering data in my research.
My hypothesis states the kinesis cannot transport metal, though. Hence the metal weapon would have stayed put.
In other words, the point just raised by Mr Naruhodo isn't an inconsistency at all.
Mr Asman was the patron of my research. Without him, my work wouldn't have been possible.
Now I have a duty to protect the incredible machine that we built together!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
......... So, the thrust of your testimony, Professor, is...?
Van Zieks:
...That based upon his hypothesis, metal objects cannot be moved by this method of instantaneous kinesis.
Judge:
In other words...?
Van Zieks:
In other words, since the screwdriver is made of metal, even if it remained lodged in the victim's chest... ...its subsequent discovery on the stage despite the victim being found elsewhere is not an inconsistency.
Judge:
And therefore...?
Van Zieks:
And therefore Professor Albert Harebrayne could still have been the killer.
Harebrayne:
My great hypothesis holds, you see! We, we had to make the cage used to contain the subject from wood for that very reason.
Judge:
I was not addressing you, witness!
Ryunosuke:
Um...Professor Harebrayne...
Harebrayne:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
Whose side are you on here?
Harebrayne:
I don't take sides, Mr Naruhodo! No no no! My only interest lies in upholding my hypothesis! I'm a scientist, after all!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Is he working for us or against us? It's very hard to tell...)
Van Zieks:
Let's see how you cross-examine this testimony, my Nipponese friend.
Harebrayne:
Yes, fire away, Mr Naruhodo!
Cross-Examination
- The Inconsistency Explained -
Harebrayne:
To be clear, I'm still at the stage of gathering data in my research.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And yet your retort to my argument wasn't lacking in confidence in any way.
Harebrayne:
'No scientist can find the truth without first finding self-belief...' Those were the words of a certain scientist I hold in the very highest esteem!
Ryunosuke:
But you realise that disproving my argument puts you in a very precarious position, don't you?
Harebrayne:
'No scientist should strive to protect himself more than he strives to protect the truth...' More words of the same great scientist, you know!
Ryunosuke:
...Words that are causing me a lot of trouble. Who is this scientist?
Harebrayne:
I'm afraid I couldn't tell you, Mr Naruhodo. But, but as soon as I remember the magnificent genius's name, you'll be the first to know!
Ryunosuke:
It...might be worth keeping the names of your idols to mind?
Van Zieks:
You're wasting your breath, my learned friend. This scatterbrain even forgets my name at times.
Ryunosuke:
(...So Lord van Zieks really did have a friend once. But I didn't notice Hell freezing over...)
Harebrayne:
My hypothesis states the kinesis cannot transport metal, though. Hence the metal weapon would have stayed put.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Your 'hypothesis' states it? So this isn't proven then?
Harebrayne:
No, no, of course not. It's merely a hypothesis. But a good one! Based upon thousands of calculations! But it is widely known that metals can't be decomposed by electrolysis. ...Yes! Of course! So I AM right! My hypothesis is clearly correct!
Ryunosuke:
(What is it about incriminating himself that makes this man so happy...?)
Harebrayne:
It's the whole reason that the birdcage is made of wood, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry. The birdcage?
Harebrayne:
Yes, that's what I call the C. obtusa cage in which Mr Asman was placed for the kinesis.
Judge:
Ah, the jail cell in which the victim was detained. It does indeed seem to be made of a timber of some sort.
Ryunosuke:
(I'll thank you not to refer to it as an instrument of incarceration, Your Lordship...)
Van Zieks:
In short... ...any weapon lodged in the victim when he was beamed away by instantaneous kinesis... ...would have been left behind on the stage if it was made of metal. Correct?
Harebrayne:
Yes! That's it! Yes yes yes! It all fits perfectly with the mathematical model!
Judge:
But the ultimate conclusion then... ...is that the defendant alone had the opportunity to inflict this fatal injury on the victim, is it not?
Harebrayne:
AH!
Judge:
'Ah!' indeed, sir.
Ryunosuke:
(Someone beam me out of this nightmare...)
Present Photograph of the Victim
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Professor Harebrayne, you say that according to your hypothesis..."
Harebrayne:
In other words, the point just raised by Mr Naruhodo isn't an inconsistency at all.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
...You seem to be pleased by that.
Harebrayne:
Yes! Another example of my hypothesis holding true! But I sense some sarcasm, Mr Naruhodo. Are you not pleased?
Ryunosuke:
No.
Harebrayne:
......... I knew it. At the end of day, I'm the one responsible for Mr Asman losing his life. The advancement of science is no excuse! I know that!
Ryunosuke:
No, you're quite right.
Judge:
Tell the court, did you have a close relationship with Mr Asman?
Harebrayne:
Oh, well no, not really. I mean, I'd only met him two or three times. And we only ever discussed my hypothesis and the project...and the research grant, of course.
Present Photograph of the Victim
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Professor Harebrayne, you say that according to your hypothesis..."
Harebrayne:
Mr Asman was the patron of my research. Without him, my work wouldn't have been possible.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
How did you come to know Mr Asman in the first place?
Harebrayne:
...A year ago now, a small provincial science journal published a little paper about my work.
Judge:
That's a scientific journal? Good gracious, I should need new spectacles!
Harebrayne:
I might have had an extraordinary hypothesis and great promise, but at the time, I had no money. I, I had to eat tiny little meals at a tiny little café and drink watered-down water out of a tiny little glass... But...Mr Asman read the paper and came to visit me at my tiny little laboratory!
Van Zieks:
And offered you money to help fund your work?
Harebrayne:
Exactly! That's exactly what happened! I handled the theoretical side of things, and Mr Asman provided me with an engineer for the practical. ...And the three of us produced that fantastic machine together!
Ryunosuke:
The machine that you brought to the Great Exhibition to demonstrate.
Harebrayne:
We, we had to apply to the government for some sort of inspection to be allowed to exhibit, I think. I didn't understand all that side of things. Mr Asman took care of all of it. He was a wonderful man! Really, I owe him everything.
Harebrayne:
Now I have a duty to protect the incredible machine that we built together!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When you say that you built the machine together, does that mean that you were involved in its construction?
Harebrayne:
Yes! ...W-Well, not exactly... I'm not good with the practical side of machines myself. So the physical construction was done by an engineer.
Van Zieks:
Little remains of your creation now, though, following the explosion. Repair will no doubt be impossible.
Harebrayne:
Yes, yes, I realise that. But still... If, if someone were to gather all the broken parts, they could discover the secret of my hypothesis! But Mr Asman and I toiled over that machine for so long. We put our hearts and souls into it! I have to protect our work. So what's left of the machine must be kept safe! That's only fair! Because what happened was an accident!
Ryunosuke:
(That's the extent of the testimony then... Thank goodness for that. I don't want him doing any more damage. He's already basically proven that he could have been the culprit. But it seems as though all he really cares about is defending his hypothesis. Still, I wonder... What if his hypothesis is just fundamentally flawed?)
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne, you say that according to your hypothesis... ...nothing made of metal can be beamed by instantaneous kinesis using the machine you made. Is that right?
Harebrayne:
Yes, that's right. Spot on! Exactly correct!
Ryunosuke:
In that case...I'd ask you to have a look at this photograph that was taken at the scene. In particular, I'd like you to pay attention to the victim's face. You can clearly see that Mr Asman is wearing a pair of spectacles...with a metal rim.
Harebrayne:
What? Metal? No... Metal can't... That's not... M-Metal? NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Ryunosuke:
We've already established that the proposed murder weapon, the screwdriver, was found on the stage. However, if your hypothesis correctly predicted that outcome... ...it should also have predicted...that the metal-rimmed spectacles would be found in the same place!
Harebrayne:
AAAAAAAAAAAAH! My hypothesis! MY HYPOTHESIIIIIIIIIS!
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne, this isn't easy for me to say... ...but your hypothesis...is clearly flawed!
Harebrayne:
UWAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Counsel, what is the implication of this?
Ryunosuke:
If, on the day in question, the alleged instantaneous kinesis never actually took place... ...then it's entirely possible that the victim was killed somewhere other than on the stage. And in that case...someone other than the defendant could have been the culprit!
Harebrayne:
But, but my hypothesis! My hypothesis is sound! I proved it that day! The experiment was a success! The experiment was proof of all my work!
???:
Objection!
Juror No. 4:
If I could say something here, in my capacity as a fellow of the Royal Society...
Judge:
Yes, juror number four? Go ahead.
Juror No. 4:
As a man of science, there's one thing I simply cannot abide... And that's a fraud who PRETENDS to be a fellow man of science!
Harebrayne:
What? Wait! Great Scott! Are you suggesting my science is suspect?!
Juror No. 4:
It's just been disproved, hasn't it? In front of all of us. In other words, the whole demonstration was a complete nonsense from start to finish! Believe me, my fellow jurors, when I tell you that this man is a heel, a bounder and a fraud!
Juror No. 1:
I say the wreckage of that machine should be stripped down and thoroughly examined!
Harebrayne:
Nooo! Never! That machine is the essence of my entire hypothesis! It's protected by the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act!
Juror No. 6:
What the devil is that blasted act all about, eh? Who made up such a daft rule?!
Ryunosuke:
(I don't like the way this seems to be going... What's the best way for me to help the professor?)
Raise an objection
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Professor Harebrayne has yet to perfect his invention!"
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(Maybe I should watch and wait for the time being...)
Juror No. 1:
My feeling is that the machine requires a thorough examination.
Juror No. 2:
But what about this 'special dispensation' that's been mentioned? Oh gosh...this is all too much.
Juror No. 4:
If it's determined that the machine itself was the murder weapon, I think you'll find that act won't apply.
Juror No. 6:
Of course it was the murder weapon! Anyone can see that, as plain as day!
Juror No. 1:
So we're all in agreement, are we? That the machine should be stripped?
Ryunosuke:
...! (If, if I don't do something, they'll...)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Professor Harebrayne has yet to perfect his invention!"
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne has yet to perfect his invention! That would seem to be the case, yes. But even so...
Van Zieks:
Even so, what?
Ryunosuke:
Going to such trouble and expense to create a fake machine to display in public... He would have absolutely no reason to do such a thing!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
He had an obvious reason to do exactly that. For the research grant money.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Juror No. 4:
If the government was foolish enough to have deemed the man's ridiculous notion plausible... ...he and his conspirators would have received a handsome sum indeed.
Harebrayne:
C-Conspirators?
Juror No. 2:
What would be the value of such a grant? Ten pounds?
Juror No. 4:
You're an order of magnitude out, madam. Five hundred pounds a YEAR!
Juror No. 5:
Ooh arrrrrr! Ya could live 'andsome on that much for years!
Juror No. 4:
The Society's noticed an increase in bogus public demonstrations in the field of science recently. And plenty of scientists arguing with each other to get the largest slice of the funding cake. People's greed is plenty motive enough for murder, I assure you!
Harebrayne:
No no no! I haven't deceived anyone! Least of all the government! My hypothesis is sound! The science is sound! Please, you must believe me!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No matter how unbelievable this hypothesis may seem to you, ladies and gentlemen... ...the fact remains that the victim was transported instantly to the Crystal Tower. Which means that the experiment...was a success.
Harebrayne:
Ah, Barok!
Van Zieks:
And therefore... ...the only person who could possibly have committed this murder...is the accused!
Harebrayne:
Ah. Barok...
Ryunosuke:
(Where is this heading? I have no idea...)
Van Zieks:
My Lord, if I may...?
Judge:
Yes, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
The prosecution would like to summon new witnesses to the stand.
Judge:
New witnesses? What would be the nature of their involvement?
Van Zieks:
They were spectators of the demonstration at the exhibition. Who were occupying special seats.
Ryunosuke:
Eyewitnesses?
Judge:
Very well, the court grants the prosecution's request. I should very much like to hear from eyewitnesses to the incident.
Van Zieks:
The prosecution's stance is clear. This experiment was no postiche. The accused killed the financier victim there on the public stage, before the very eyes of the spectators. Now, my learned friend...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Yes?
Van Zieks:
It's time for you to make your own stance clear.
Ryunosuke:
(There's clearly a flaw in the professor's hypothesis. I can definitely see that. But where does that leave me...?)
Judge:
We shall take a short recess now. During which time, the prosecution will prepare its new witnesses to take the stand.
Van Zieks:
...As you wish, My Lord.
Judge:
Good. In that case, court is adjourned for twenty minutes.
To be continued...
23rd October, 10:44 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Harebrayne:
M-Mr Naruhodo... ...what on earth were you playing at just now? Or rather... ...WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU PLAYING AT ALL ALONG?! MY HYPOTHESIS! MY AMAZING HYPOTHESIS! You've been picking holes in it from the start!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, sorry about that.
Harebrayne:
But you promised me! You, you said you'd prove that dratted explosion was an accident, not murder. You said you'd keep my precious invention from falling into anyone else's hands! But all you've done so far is try to undermine me!
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, I did make you a promise, you're right. I said that I'd believe in you and fight for your freedom to the very end. But I also told you I was no scientist. I don't understand your hypothesis. The fact is, there's an undeniable flaw in your logic, isn't there?
Harebrayne:
Ah! But! If I just run through some equations... Yes, you see! It's because my work is incomplete!
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps it is. Nevertheless...a man died as a consequence, didn't he?
Harebrayne:
Oh. OOOOOOOOOH NOOOOOOOOO! ......... You're right. You're so right. It's all my fault... And I have no right to blame you for my failures. I'm a disaster! Not just as a scientist...but as a human being!
Ryunosuke:
Well...that might be a little over the top.
Harebrayne:
And while we're on the subject... ...wh-what about Barok? He's being awful!
Ryunosuke:
Claiming his old university friend to be a murderer, you mean?
Harebrayne:
He's a disaster! Not just as a prosecutor...but as a human being! Oh! But no! Wait! He's the Reaper, isn't he? Perhaps he's not classified as Homo sapiens any more...?
Ryunosuke:
(...Glad that's cleared up...) ......... Can I double-check something with you?
Harebrayne:
Ah. Yes? What?
Ryunosuke:
The machine and demonstration you prepared... They were based entirely on your hypothesis, I presume? There was no...trickery involved?
Harebrayne:
......... I drew the plans for the machine with my very own hands. Every line was painstakingly drawn with the firm belief that science is the only future. So yes, it's true that my hypothesis hasn't reach [sic] maturity yet, but please, Mr Naruhodo...you must believe in it.
Ryunosuke:
......... Alright, Professor, I understand.
Bailiff:
Counsel! Defendant! The prosecution's witnesses are ready to take the stand. Court is about to be in session again. Make your way into the courtroom, please!
Ryunosuke:
(It all hinges on that demonstration. If the professor's hypothesis is sound as he claims... ...it leaves him as the only person who could possibly have killed the victim. But on the other hand, Mr Sholmes was adamant...)
Sholmes:
A practical implementation, such as was attempted by the professor at the Great Exhibition, is quite impossible.
Ryunosuke:
(So really, what should I be trying to prove here?)
23rd October, 11:00 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby reconvene the proceedings of this court. Counsels for the defence and prosecution, are you ready for the new witnesses to testify?
Van Zieks:
The prosecution is ready, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
As is the defence, My Lord.
Judge:
So, Lord van Zieks... ...I believe these next witnesses saw the demonstration on the day in question with their own eyes?
Van Zieks:
Indeed they did. And as luck would have it, one of them is a police detective. ...So the testimony we are about to hear can be considered highly reliable.
Ryunosuke:
(Perfect. A detective of all people...)
Van Zieks:
The prosecution's stance remains unchanged. Though it ended in tragedy, the demonstration on the day in question was scientifically sound. And consequently... ...the sole person with the opportunity to have committed this act of murder... ...is the only other individual to have been present on the stage at the time: the accused.
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel. The prosecution's position is clear. So, bring forth your witnesses now.
Van Zieks:
Bailiff, show the witnesses in. The witnesses whose proximity to the incident on the day in question will clarify the truth unequivocally.
Van Zieks:
Witnesses, state your names and occupations for the court to hear.
Lune:
My name is Balthazar Lune. I am...the impresario of all the hot-air balloons in vicinity of the esperimento stage.
Gotts:
Mein name ist Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond Ormstein. I have come to see ze Great Exhibition all ze vay from my home in Bohemia. ...I'm very rich.
Gina:
Inspector Gina Lestrade, Scotland Yard. I'm a great detective. Even 'Erlock Sholmes agrees. I was on security duty at the exhibition...and I got to go up in one o' them balloons! It was amazin'!
Ryunosuke:
(Gina...again. But she did mention that she'd seen the disaster from up in a balloon actually, didn't she? And she clearly loved every minute of it.)
Van Zieks:
There were three balloons flying near the public experimentation stage when the incident occurred. Two of these witnesses were in one such balloon at the time, and saw events unfold from the skies above.
Lune:
You make it sound like they were in the clouds. It was only an altitude of circa sixty feet. Very low.
Gina:
Well ya can't see nuffin' if ya fly too 'igh, can ya?
Ryunosuke:
(Sixty feet... About eighteen metres, then.)
Judge:
Thank you for your introductions. Now, you will give your formal testimony for the court. Kindly describe exactly what you witnessed...especially those of you who had a vantage point above the stage!
Witness Testimony
- The View From Sixty Feet Up -
Lune:
It was an incidente terribile. I am only grateful that my balloons were not damaged.
Gina:
There's this huge bang from the stage, and then the next second, another bang in the sky beside us.
Gotts:
And from amid ze smoke...a cage appeared out of nowhere!
Lune:
The cage, it fell from the sky like a stone. And crashed into the Crystal Tower!
Gina:
I didn't get a good look inside the cage, but no one went near it after it crashed into the tower.
Judge:
...A most extraordinary collective account, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
Could I just clarify something? There's a detail in the witnesses' testimony that I've not heard any mention of until now. Specifically, that there were two explosions?
Van Zieks:
...More precisely, two explosions in two separate places, yes. When the demonstration began, the balloon carrying the two witnesses was around...here. There were other balloons in the air nearby at the time carrying other passengers as well, to be clear. Then, as power was supplied to the machine for the demonstration, the first explosion occurred. The so-called 'birdcage' that contained the victim disappeared from the stage, and a moment later... ...the second explosion occurred, directly adjacent to the balloon carrying the witnesses. The birdcage appeared at the site of the explosion, subsequently to plummet down into the Crystal Tower.
Gotts:
I voz very surprised. Suddenly a cage appeared before my eyes viz a person inside. Ze blast voz so hot, but I didn't vant to miss a sing, so I kept my eyes vide! ...I still have lots of money.
Judge:
......... Precisely who is this curious infant?
Van Zieks:
I'm told he is a young noble of Bohemian royalty. Apparently he disguised himself in order to steal unnoticed into the Great Exhibition.
Gotts:
Ja, I am here in London on a sightseeing trip viz my elementary school.
Van Zieks:
We will have the benefit of a child's point of view in the testimony.
Ryunosuke:
(Do we really need that?)
Gotts:
Ven I remove my mask, zis is vot I look like.
Judge:
Ah yes, I see. A delightful face, I'm sure.
Gotts:
Ja, everybody says so.
Ryunosuke:
(Great disguise, then...)
Van Zieks:
...The point is, the testimony of these witnesses further substantiates the facts for the court. Namely, that despite ending in an explosion, instantaneous kinesis was successfully demonstrated. And furthermore, that until the arrival of the police, no one approached the Crystal Tower where the victim fell. Therefore, only the accused, who was with Mr Asman on the stage, could possibly have committed the murder.
Judge:
Yes, thank you, Counsel. The prosecution's views on the matter are quite clear. So, the defence's cross-examination now, please.
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The View From Sixty Feet Up -
Lune:
It was an incidente terribile. I am only grateful that my balloons were not damaged.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
There were three balloons flying above the experimentation stage at the time, I understand?
Lune:
Si, si. All three of them, my bellissimi bambini. They are very popular, signor. Some people will pay ten pounds for one ride.
Ryunosuke:
Ten pounds?! That's more than my annual stipend!
Gotts:
Twenty pounds a month. Zat is my pocket money.
Ryunosuke:
(Royals have all the luck...)
Gina:
I got up there for free, I did. Played the old 'I work for 'Er Majesty's Police' card, ya know.
Ryunosuke:
(Detectives have all the luck...) If they're so popular, why would you only be operating such a small number of balloons, though?
Lune:
Because...if I have too many in the skies, they could crash into each other.
Van Zieks:
The operators for the balloons were decided by lots, with each operator manning a particular area.
Lune:
Si! And the zone above public sperimentation stage is the most profitable! The other impresarios, they hate me!
Judge:
Thank you, witness. I think the court has a clear picture of the arrangements for balloon rides at the exhibition. Perhaps we could hear more about what you actually witnessed of the incident?
Gina:
Right! I can fill you in there, My Lord.
Present Piece of Green Cloth (after pursuing Gotts correctly)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr Lune, in your testimony..."
Gina:
There's this huge bang from the stage, and then the next second, another bang in the sky beside us.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you actually saw the accident happen from up in the air?
Gina:
Yup! Innit amazin' wot a detective gets to do, eh? I'm tellin' ya, 'Oddo, bein' a lawyer's a mug's game. You should join the force an' we can go flyin' together!
Ryunosuke:
(You know me so well...) Yes, well, anyway... Could you tell us exactly what you saw, do you think?
Gina:
Everyfin'! We saw everyfin', cos we were up above it all. That dodgy cove climbin' into that cage, an' that dodgy professor pullin' all them levers... An' that's when it 'appened! That's when there was that massive bang an' the cage disappeared! Just like that!
Judge:
Hm...you are describing the moment the subject's body was decomposed by the electricity, I believe.
Gina:
I didn't know wot to make of it. But then there was another bang! Right in me ear! I looked round, an' there was a huge great fireball right next to us in the sky! An' there was nuffin' there before! An' wot appears out the flames? The cage, that's wot!
Pursue Gotts (before changing third statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Um, er...Master Gotts! Does your memory of the day differ?
Gotts:
......... Mein teacher at elementary school said zat ven you meet somevun for ze first time... ...you should alvays use zer full name.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, um...what was it again?
Gotts:
Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond Ormstein.
Ryunosuke:
Just the four names then...? The point is, do you have something to say? Something to add in response to Detective Gina Lestrade's last remark, perhaps?
Gina:
Oi! Get it right, 'Oddo! It's Inspector Lestrade!
Ryunosuke:
(Why does everyone have a problem with how I address them at the moment?)
Gotts:
......... Zat is not vot I saw.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Gotts:
Ja, zere voz a second explosion and it voz right beside our balloon. Zat is true. But I'm sure-
Gina:
Which is wot I said, innit? One minute there was nuffin' there, the next a massive explosion!
Gotts:
Mein teacher at elementary school said zat ven somevun else is speaking... ...if you are rude enough to interrupt...you vill have ze most awful life imaginable!
Ryunosuke:
(Are all Bohemians brought up to be so full of joy?)
Gotts:
Just before ze second explosion happened next to our balloon, I clearly vitnessed... ...a green balloon flying in ze sky.
Ryunosuke:
A green balloon?
Gina:
Eh? You wot? I never saw nuffin' like that.
Gotts:
Vell I did! I saw it! And you can't say I didn't! I vill complain to ze Consul! I vill cry and scream! My testimony is ze truth! I am Bohemian prince! You cannot say it's a lie! Zat is not allowed!
Gina:
...Tsk, playin' the bleedin' royalty card, are ya? Typical.
Ryunosuke:
(Says the orphan who likes to remind people she works for 'Her Majesty's Police'...)
Judge:
In that case, young man, I must ask you to amend your formal testimony. In the interests of cordial national relations between Great Britain and Bohemia...
Changes statement from "And from amid ze smoke...a cage appeared out of nowhere!" to "It voz not ze sky zat exploded. It voz a green balloon zat woz next to ours at ze time."
Judge:
Hm...and that description sounds like the moment after the man was 'beamed' instantaneously through space.
Gina:
It's mind-blowin', innit?! But that's the twentieth century for ya, I reckon!
Ryunosuke:
(So the people who actually saw the demonstration with their own eyes... ...really believe they saw something miraculous taking place.)
Gotts:
And from amid ze smoke...a cage appeared out of nowhere!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you're saying that you witnessed the actual moment that the instantaneous kinesis took place?
Gotts:
During zis stay in London, I have seen many extraordinary sings. Ze Great Exhibition itself, zis instantaneous kinesis, big explosions, ze British courtrooms and strange creatures.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Strange creatures?
Gotts:
Ja, you. A most unusual creature from ze East.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh yes, but I see princes wearing masks every day of the week.
Van Zieks:
Did you also see the moment that the cage materialised, Mr Lune?
Lune:
No no. I did not see the esplosione myself. However...
Gotts:
It voz not ze sky zat exploded. It voz a green balloon zat woz next to ours at ze time.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A green balloon, you say? Are you sure about that?
Gotts:
Of course I am sure! I am a proud Bohemian prince! All zese questions are making me boring.
Ryunosuke:
......... I think you mean 'bored'.
Gotts:
Ach, English is very annoying! Ze language of my countrymen is far superior.
Lune:
Ragazzo, it is very wrong to lie.
Gotts:
Lie?!
Lune:
Flying balloons never explode. For the same reason the planets never explode. It is logico!
Ryunosuke:
...Please tell me that doesn't mean logical...
Gotts:
If you insult me, you insult all of Bohemia!
Lune:
Ma dai!
Gotts:
I vill have ze army come and shoot all of your stupid balloons out of ze sky! All of zem!
Lune:
......... ...Here you are, Your Highness.
Ryunosuke:
(If only all international incidents were so easily resolved...)
Van Zieks:
Now that peaceful relations have been restored here in the courtroom, perhaps we could return to the testimony? Did you also see the moment that the cage materialised, Mr Lune?
Lune:
No no. I did not see the esplosions myself. However...
Lune:
The cage, it fell from the sky like a stone. And crashed into the Crystal Tower!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Did you see that actually happen?
Lune:
Eh, no, in reality I did not. I saw after it hit the tower. There was a grande confusione around the stage. I ran to see what had happened. I was terrorised by the idea that one of my balloons had crashed!
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose they are his livelihood...)
Lune:
But when I looked up to the sky, all my precious balloons were still there!
Gina:
I saw it, though. I saw it slam into the tower! After all, I am a detective now!
Ryunosuke:
Then tell us what you saw...Inspector Lestrade.
Gina:
That's wot I like to 'ear!
Gina:
I didn't get a good look inside the cage, but no one went near it after it crashed into the tower.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Was it you who gave the order to keep people away?
Gina:
Eh? Use yer 'ead, 'Oddo! 'Ow could it 'ave been me? I was up in a balloon, weren't I?
Ryunosuke:
...Right.
Gina:
So cos I weren't available, it was the boss who 'ad to leg it over there. 'E was gettin' shoved an' kicked all over by the panickin' spectators as 'e tried to seal off the scene. It was a real sight to behold, I can tell ya! Amazin'!
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Inspector Gregson...)
Gina:
So anyway, I couldn't see the cage that well cos of all the smoke. And I didn't really wanna see, to be honest. I was scared out me wits...
Ryunosuke:
Keep it together, Inspector...
Ryunosuke:
(The prosecution really is asserting that the demonstration was genuine... But what if it was actually some kind of switch-around trick instead? That would mean that the victim was never actually on the stage in the first place. The two explosions would have thrown everyone watching into a panic for sure. I think I need to find out more about what exactly people saw at the time...)
Ryunosuke:
Mr Lune, in your testimony... ...you said that all three of the balloons you had operating at the time were undamaged.
Lune:
Si. That is correct. If they had been caught in the esplosiones, it would have been terribile.
Ryunosuke:
I wonder...if you might know what this is?
Lune:
Ah...I think it may be... Si, part of a balloon. A burnt piece of the fabric of the envelope.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? The envelope?
Lune:
Pardon. That is the large, round part of the balloon which becomes filled with hot air. It is made from very thick fabric lined with rubber. You do not want it to rip when you are in the sky.
Ryunosuke:
(Just as I thought...) This piece of cloth was found near the experimentation stage. In other words, as Master Gotts testified... ...a green balloon did indeed explode that day.
Lune:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
If all the balloons in the sky above the experimentation stage belonged to you, Mr Lune... ...then your statement that they were all undamaged clearly contradicts the evidence!
Lune:
NOOOOOOOOO!
If a balloon exploded that day, why didn't the man say so?
Maybe everyone on board was killed...
Oh no! Having just spent ten whole pounds for the experience?! How awful!
Seems to me like those things crash fifty percent of the time anyway...
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The instantaneous kinesis did occur! But after the explosion on the stage... ...the point of materialisation shifted to a location occupied by a balloon.
Judge:
Causing the balloon to explode? Yes, eminently plausible.
Van Zieks:
An unfortunate traffic accident, as it were. But it changes nothing about the pertinent facts.
???:
Hold it!
Lune:
This, I cannot accept!
Ryunosuke:
Why not, Mr Lune?
Lune:
You are suggesting that I am a liar! That persons died in a balloon incidente!
Van Zieks:
There's no need to get 'fired up', Mr Lune. The victim was the sole fatality that day.
Lune:
That's right! And I prove it! Balthazar Lune is not a liar! There was no such balloon in the sky! It is non possible!
Ryunosuke:
You're saying it's impossible? Why?
Van Zieks:
This court has more important matters to discuss than the number of balloons that were operating that day.
Lune:
AIIIIIIEEE!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But we can't ignore the fact that nobody appears to have known anything about this other balloon until now! My Lord! The defence calls for further testimony from Mr Lune!
Judge:
I concur. There is clearly more to the truth here than meets the eye. It's imperative that we clear up the issue of this phantom balloon, I feel. Witness, you will give supplementary testimony about the balloons you were operating at the exhibition.
Lune:
Ah...grazie, My Lord!
Witness Testimony
- Mr Lune's Balloons -
Lune:
As I said, Balthazar Lune is no liar! Every balloon I had in the sky landed safely!
All three of my balloons were carrying passengers. If they fell to the ground in an esplosione, what a catastrofe!
Gina:
But ya can't get away from the fact that a burnt-up bit o' cloth was found at the scene, can ya?
The coppers at the Yard reckoned it was prob'ly some debris thrown from the explosion on the stage.
Lune:
This stupido ragazzo is mistaken! My balloons have the red and blue zigzag stripes anyway!
Judge:
Hmmm...so your assertion is that the balloon this child saw was not one belonging to you?
Lune:
Si! Exactamente! If he even saw a balloon in the first place. I do not like the sound of it. It is very bad for business! I have a good mind to sue the land of Bohemia!
Gotts:
If you attack us, ve vill fight back! It vill be vor! All out vor!
Ryunosuke:
(...What happened to 'all out war'? Mr Lune certainly doesn't appear to be lying. But that doesn't change the fact that the testimony and evidence are contradictory here...)
Van Zieks:
If the defence is unable to find fault with the witnesses' statements, the court must consider them the truth. ...Think long and hard on that, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
(The situation has clearly changed now. I have to get to the bottom of what happened here, no matter what it takes!)
Judge:
Counsel, you may now cross-examine the witnesses.
Cross-Examination
- Mr Lune's Balloons -
Lune:
As I said, Balthazar Lune is no liar! Every balloon I had in the sky landed safely!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You couldn't just...have forgotten one, maybe?
Lune:
......... Signor... ...I might not notice if I was given one hundred lentils and one was missing. But! We are talking about three enormous balloons! Do you believe I could make a mistake about something so grande and expensive?!
Van Zieks:
...I took the liberty of having Inspector Gregson check this gentleman's warehouse. I have the report here. It clearly says 'a total of three balloons.'
Judge:
...It would appear no mistake has been made, then.
Ryunosuke:
Surely Miss Lestrade could have been sent for such a menial task!
Gina:
What? Me? I'll tell you wot I told the boss! East End kids like me can only count up to two! ...Obviously that ain't true, but the boss bought it an' said 'e'd 'ave to go 'imself in that case.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Lune:
All three of my balloons were carrying passengers. If they fell to the ground in an esplosione, what a catastrofe!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
It would be quite a catastrophe if they fell to the ground for any reason, I think. On that note, Mr Lune, tell me...what is it that keeps these balloons in the sky?
Lune:
Are you an idiota?!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Lune:
That is like asking why does a candle burn bright? It burns bright because it burns bright. And a balloon flies because it flies! ...What else?!
Ryunosuke:
Haah... (That must be Italian for 'I don't know'...)
Van Zieks:
There are two types of flying balloons: hot-air balloons and gas balloons. Hot-air balloons work on the principle of hot air being less dense than cold air. Whereas gas balloons derive their lift by using a gas that is lighter than air.
Lune:
Si. And my balloons are filled with the magic gas, I believe.
Van Zieks:
Hydrogen. Lighter than air, but highly explosive.
Judge:
Good Lord!
Lune:
I do not permit smoking of the cigarettes in any of my balloons. The magic gas does not like fire.
Van Zieks:
Even a small spark of static electricity could cause the entire balloon to explode.
Lune:
What is the matter with you, signor?! All that comes out of your mouth is esplosione, esplosione! I tell you, my balloons are perfectly safe! They have to be! Or I cannot eat! None of my balloons esploded that day! I am completely sure! But if you still say that is what happened, you must show me the proof!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, so Mr Lune had three balloons in the air that day. If none of them were damaged, then what was the one that exploded?)
Present Photograph of the Balloon
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Unfortunately, the photograph Master Gotts took can't tell us the colour of the balloon."
Gina:
But ya can't get away from the fact that a burnt-up bit o' cloth was found at the scene, can ya?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I was surprised to find the piece of fabric still at the scene, actually. Didn't you search the area surrounding the stage for clues?
Gina:
Nah...I'm not into pickin' stuff up off the ground, me. Always works out way better divin' into people's pockets instead.
Ryunosuke:
...So much for the new career path...
Gina:
Mind you, the boss was on 'is 'ands an' knees pickin' up all kinds o' rubbish from the floor. Thing is, though, the cage went crashin' into the Crystal Tower, didn't it? So that's where most o' the investigatin' was goin' on.
Ryunosuke:
Even so, I would have thought someone from Scotland Yard would have gathered it up as evidence.
Gina:
Cor, listen to you! Ya stumble across a bit o' balloon an' suddenly yer the best investigator in the world!
Ryunosuke:
Pardon?
Gina:
Well you ain't got a badge, 'ave ya? Like this one! I could arrest ya wiv this if I wanted to!
Ryunosuke:
(I wouldn't put it past her!)
Gina:
Come to think of it, there was talk of some scorchin' on the ground at a meetin' we 'ad about the investigation.
Gina:
The coppers at the Yard reckoned it was prob'ly some debris thrown from the explosion on the stage.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
There was considerable damage to the stage and surrounding area, wasn't there?
Gina:
Yeah. Some o' the coves wot were watchin' the experiment were caught in the blast an' injured. Good job the 'ole contraption didn't keel over, eh?
Ryunosuke:
I, I hadn't even considered that!
Van Zieks:
It seems there was great panic after the incident occurred. Nevertheless, the police shouldn't have missed a torn piece of the envelope from a balloon. ...Inspector Gregson can expect repercussions.
Gina:
Like me swipin' all 'is fish an' chips, eh?
Ryunosuke:
(The man's sole pleasure...)
Lune:
None of this matters! That scrap of balloon envelope means nothing! Niente!
Lune:
This stupido ragazzo is mistaken! My balloons have the red and blue zigzag stripes anyway!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You mean...the colour is wrong?
Lune:
Si, signor! I do not have any green balloons in my warehouse!
Ryunosuke:
And yet, a piece of green cloth was found at the scene... and it's unmistakably from a balloon.
Lune:
Well, well I do not know how that can be...
Van Zieks:
For the sake of argument, let's say that a green balloon did explode above the stage. You couldn't therefore conclude that it happened on the day in question.
Ryunosuke:
Why not?
Van Zieks:
There have been recreational balloon flights over Hyde Park operating from before the Great Exhibition. One could have exploded on some earlier date. Unfortunate...as I'm sure you'd agree.
Judge:
You, you believe it may have been from some earlier balloon accident that predates the exhibition?
Lune:
Si! Exactamente! As the signor says, it is not from one of my balloons. Clearly this little ragazzo from Bohemia is mistaken about what he saw. If you come to my warehouse, you will see my three bellissimi balloons, all present and correct.
Pursue Gotts
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong, Master Gotts?
Gotts:
It's Master Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond Ormstein!
Ryunosuke:
It was on the tip of my tongue...
Gotts:
Ja, somesing is very wrong! I know vot I saw! Zere voz a green balloon zere! I svear it! I svear all over Bohemia!
Lune:
You can speak as much bad language as you like, but it changes nothing. If you do not have evidence, ragazzo, then I must tell your parents to punish you, eh?
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps we'll let the judge decide when it comes to punishments.
Gotts:
'Evi-dence'? Vot is zis 'evi-dence'?
Judge:
To give a simple example, young man... ...a photograph, for instance. Some tangible proof of what you claim.
Gotts:
Vell vy didn't you say so sooner? I have ze photograph here.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAT?!
Gotts:
I had not been up in a balloon for a little vile, so I voz very excited. I took lots and lots of photographs! Of ze Crystal Tower, of ze Bohemian exhibit, of ze streets of London, of ze hot eel seller, ze balloon...
Ryunosuke:
And the instantaneous kinesis experiment? Did you take a picture of that?!
Gotts:
Ja, vun picture.
Ryunosuke:
Really? You did take one?
Gotts:
But all I vanted voz a ride in a balloon. I voz not interested in boring experiments.
Ryunosuke:
Never mind that! Can you show us that photograph?
Gotts:
Of course. And zen you vill see! You vill see zat I am not lying! Zat I really did see a green balloon!
Judge:
.........
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
.........
Gotts:
Vell? I see you are all too shocked to speak.
Judge:
Yes, I think shocked is indeed the word, young man.
Gotts:
Ja, perhaps you cannot see zat it voz a green balloon from zis photograph, but... But... BUT ZAT IS NOT MY FAULT! ZAT IS ZE FAULT OF ZE STUPID PERSON WHO MADE ZE CAMERA! Wäääääääääh! Wäääääääääh!
Ryunosuke:
(That is one very Bohemian-sounding cry...)
Gotts:
Wäääääääääh! Wäääääääääh!
Judge:
V-Very well! The court will accept this photograph as evidence!
The photograph of the balloon has been entered into the Court Record.
Gotts:
It's not my fault. It's ze fault of ze person who made ze camera...
Ryunosuke:
Well, never mind. I'm sure you have plenty of wonderful sepia memories to take home with you! In any case...when exactly did you take that photograph?
Gotts:
Vell...it voz on ze day of ze big explosion.
Ryunosuke:
You don't say...
Gotts:
Ven I pressed ze shutter release, zere voz zis very loud bang... ...and a hot vind rushed over my face.
Ryunosuke:
...! (That means... ...this photograph was taken a split-second before the explosion occurred.)
Lune:
Well, if you ask me, this black-and-white photograph changes nothing. I could not give the flying fig!
Ryunosuke:
(Lovely language you've picked up...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Van Zieks:
I've already verified Mr Lune's annual business reports, and he's had the same number of balloons for a year now.
Judge:
Well, as thorough as ever, Lord van Zieks. Disarmingly so.
Ryunosuke:
(In that case... ...is the young boy just imagining things?)
Press (after pursuing Gotts correctly)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But the prince took a photograph as proof.
Gotts:
It's Prince Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond Ormstein.
Lune:
...Your royal blood will not help you here, ragazzo. Si, it is a balloon! But there is nothing more you can see from this black-and-white photograph! Just look on my head! THAT is a Balthazar Lune balloon! The best in the business!
Ryunosuke:
Let's try not to get over-inflated... The point is this! Here we have clear photographic proof that in the sky above the experimentation stage... ...there may very well have been a balloon operated by somebody other than you, Mr Lune!
Lune:
Who was it?! I want to know! Who was this mongrel with no respect for the boundaries?!
Ryunosuke:
(As I thought, Mr Lune's testimony just doesn't quite add up... The young Bohemian boy claims to have seen another, fourth balloon. But Mr Lune vehemently denies the possibility. And it's hard to imagine the man in charge could be mistaken about the number that were in the air... Still, this inconsistency must tell us something, I'm sure.)
Ryunosuke:
Unfortunately, the photograph Master Gotts took can't tell us the colour of the balloon. But it can tell us something else. Something crucially important.
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
It shows that the pictured balloon...wasn't carrying any passengers.
Judge:
Ah! My goodness, you're right! But surely all the balloons would have been carrying passengers? There would be no sense in it otherwise.
Lune:
S-Si! They are for pleasure! For seeing the view! MY balloons only fly with passengers!
Ryunosuke:
Which tells us that the pictured balloon isn't one of them. So when the incident occurred that day... ...there WAS a fourth balloon in the skies above the experimentation stage! The mysterious green balloon!
Lune:
I, I know nothing! Niente! I, I can only tell you one thing... If this balloon was not carrying passengers, then it was not one of mine!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
There are illegal tradesmen everywhere you care to look. Clearly one such 'entrepreneur' decided to capitalise on the opportunity presented by the Great Exhibition. And managed to operate balloon flights on Mr Lune's patch without him realising.
Lune:
Si... Si! The competizione...trying to steal my profits! I did not notice because of the esperimento that went wrong on the stage!
Ryunosuke:
This fourth balloon exploded at the very same moment Mr Asman was 'beamed' from the stage below.
Gina:
Right...so them scraps that fell to the ground after, an' left them scorch marks... They didn't come from the stage at all! It was bits o' the balloon rainin' down! But cos no one was in it, it didn't get no attention.
Ryunosuke:
(A mysterious fourth balloon carrying no passengers, silently floating over the experimentation stage...)
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This photograph shows us nothing more! A stray balloon carrying no one and operated by some rogue trader. Clearly it has nothing to do with the case.
Judge:
Hmmm... Its relevance does elude me, I must say.
Van Zieks:
The court has seen sufficient evidence and heard ample testimony already. The prosecution calls for this trial to be concluded!
Ryunosuke:
(Really? Have we really got to the truth yet? No, I can't let this opportunity slip away. The jurors' minds are made up...and not in our favour! What else can this photograph tell us? Is there nothing more we can learn from it?)
There's more!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, wait!"
There's nothing else
Ryunosuke:
(I'm really not sure that there is, but if I say there isn't, it's all over. I'm just going to have to assume some other clue exists here somewhere, and stall for time. If only I could find something more... Anything at all that this picture can tell us!)
Van Zieks:
Your face has turned a similar shade to the photograph, my learned friend. You've seen the writing on the wall.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, wait!"
Ryunosuke:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, wait! Please don't give your decisions yet! The photograph from Master Gotts... ...may well be hiding one more vital clue!
Juror No. 1:
What's that?!
Juror No. 3:
A vital clue?!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
We're well past the point of mere possibilities. It's time for definitives now. So tell the court... What exactly does this alleged clue in the photograph prove?
The balloon's owner
Ryunosuke:
The owner of the fourth balloon! That's what this photograph tells us!
Lune:
How can this be possibile? Si, all of my balloons have red and blue zigzag stripes... ...but this photograph is black and white! It is useless!
Ryunosuke:
Well, at the very least we can see that the balloon doesn't have any stripes. And consequently...we know that it can't belong to you!
Van Zieks:
Congratulations. You've narrowed the field of everyone in the world...by one.
Judge:
Hardly what you'd call proof of the balloon's owner, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(Don't I at least get points for a logical argument...?) I'll...I'll come up with another possibility then!
Van Zieks:
Leads back to:
"We're well past the point of mere possibilities."
The balloon's colour
Ryunosuke:
The balloon's colour! That's what this photograph tells us!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This is too absurd for words. How on earth do you propose that the colour of the balloon can be discerned from this sepia print?
Ryunosuke:
...You have to clear your mind of all the extraneous information that's clouding your judgement. Then look at the photograph and focus. Now tell me... ...what colour do you see?
Van Zieks:
......... Sepia.
Judge:
Quite. I believe the defence's overly colourful imagination needs toning down a little.
Ryunosuke:
(Am I the only one who sees a green balloon...?) I'll...I'll come up with another possibility then!
Van Zieks:
Leads back to:
"We're well past the point of mere possibilities."
The cause of the explosion
Leads to:
"We can reasonably assume that the pictured balloon was destroyed in the searing heat of the explosion."
Ryunosuke:
We can reasonably assume that the pictured balloon was destroyed in the searing heat of the explosion.
Gotts:
Ja! Zat's right! Ja! It voz not my fault!
Van Zieks:
Evidently. Because the birdcage from the kinesis machine materialised in the sky where it had been flying. And the balloon, being filled with flammable hydrogen, instantly and explosively ignited.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
...No, that's not what happened.
Van Zieks:
What?
Judge:
It would appear that this photograph requires closer examination. Counsel for the Defence, you will highlight the location of this alleged 'clue' in the photograph for the court.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, My Lord. (If you look closely, it's plain enough to see. And what's shown is linked to another piece of evidence we have. In a way that leads to an unbelievable conclusion!) The clue that heavily suggests the real reason the balloon exploded is...
Present white streak
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The timing of this photograph can only be described as miraculous."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Without a doubt...it's right here!
Judge:
Hmmm... I'm afraid it's still not clear to me, Counsel. Perhaps it's a matter of age.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes, probably!
Judge:
However, one thing is abundantly clear.
Van Zieks:
Namely, that only one as immature as you could give such a rash answer, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
(So without a doubt, that wasn't it, then...)
Judge:
Remember, Counsel: due consideration, if you please. Both in your answers...and toward your elders. Now then, perhaps you would like to try that again.
Leads back to:
"If you look closely, it's plain enough to see."
Ryunosuke:
The timing of this photograph can only be described as miraculous. If you look, you'll notice there's a bright white line that appears to point directly at the balloon.
Van Zieks:
Most likely a ray of light caught incidentally on the film.
Judge:
...I'm afraid I can see nothing of the sort.
Ryunosuke:
If you look with a magnifying glass, My Lord, it becomes clear what the nature of this bright line really is.
Goodness, what is that?
Juror No. 4:
Undeniably some flash of light, yes.
Juror No. 2:
Oh golly. Do, do you think it might be lightning?
Juror No. 1:
But it couldn't have been a finer day.
Juror No. 3:
I believe we may be looking...at fire!
Juror No. 6:
A bolt of fire, heading straight for the balloon...like an arrow!
Judge:
Indeed. Even to my ageing eyes, it would appear to be a flame of some sort. My word! Are, are you suggesting this flame struck the hydrogen gas that filled the balloon?!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
That's absurd! The balloon would have been sixty feet above the ground at the time. No flame could possibly have reached such a height.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Actually, it's my opinion... ...that a particular piece of evidence found at the scene reveals how that is exactly what did happen.
Van Zieks:
What evidence?!
Judge:
If such evidence exists, Counsel, then for goodness' sake present it, man! Which evidence explains this mysterious streak of flame that appears to be headed directly for the balloon?
Present Crossbow
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This was found hidden at the foot of a small ornamental tree near the scene."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The true nature of the curious, slim streak of light is revealed...by this!
Judge:
...A curious answer. With a slim chance of being the correct one, I feel.
Van Zieks:
It looks somewhat like a piece of firework. But whereas fireworks dazzle their audience... ...you fizzle out in a remarkably disappointing way.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...insults dressed up in colourful metaphors are still insults. But anyway, this firework display isn't over yet!)
Leads back to:
"If such evidence exists, Counsel, then for goodness' sake present it, man!"
Ryunosuke:
This was found hidden at the foot of a small ornamental tree near the scene.
Judge:
Good Lord! Is that a crossbow?
Ryunosuke:
An arrow dipped in oil and set alight could have been shot from this weapon... ...sending a flaming arrow straight into the hydrogen-filled balloon!
Van Zieks:
Are you suggesting...that crossbow was used to deliberately...?
Gina:
Blimey, yer right! That streak o' light in the photo looks just like an arrow, dunnit?
Lune:
Then...the esplosione of the balloon, it was...
Ryunosuke:
...Very likely the result of a flaming arrow from this crossbow igniting the hydrogen gas inside it!
Van Zieks:
Nooo!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Counsel, this is an extraordinary supposition!
Ryunosuke:
If the aim was to cause the balloon to explode, the shooter could have used a gun of course. However, there's an obvious reason why that would have been out of the question.
Van Zieks:
The noise of the discharge? Of course...
Ryunosuke:
That's right. By using a crossbow, the projectile could be fired at the balloon silently.
Gina:
Well yeah, if someone 'ad shot a gun off in the exhibition grounds, it would've caused a real panic.
Lune:
But with the big esplosione, there was a very big panic anyway, no?
Ryunosuke:
......... (I don't like this. I should be pleased to have found a plausible new explanation for all this, but something feels wrong...)
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Do you understand the implications of what you're saying, my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
If a flaming arrow did indeed hit the balloon, then obviously it would have exploded. And if the birdcage appeared from the cloud of smoke that ensued...
Gina:
Wot? Wait a minute! Wot are ya really sayin' 'ere? I don't get it. Was, was the birdcage beamed up into the sky after all, or...wot?
Judge:
My goodness me!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Ah, now I understand. That's what that sinking feeling is about...) I think there's a good chance... ...that the birdcage was actually concealed inside the balloon all along.
Judge:
What?! Did, did I just hear that correctly, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
(There's no going back now. The horse has bolted...) Let's assume, as I said, that the birdcage was hidden inside the green balloon from the start. On stage, when the experiment was started... ...the birdcage in the instantaneous kinesis machine disappeared in a cloud of smoke. At that moment, the flaming arrow was fired from the ground... ...causing the green balloon to explode and drawing the attention of the spectators to the sky above their heads. From amid the smoke, the hidden birdcage then appeared, to fall down and crash into the Crystal Tower. I think you'll all agree it's entirely plausible... ...that what I've just described is the real truth behind the 'miraculous' experiment carried out that day!
Judge:
Th-This... I......... GOOOOOOOOOD GRIEF!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This is ludicrous! What you've described is no science experiment. It's, it's child's play! A contemptible display of stage magic!
Ryunosuke:
(Both Mr Sholmes and Iris said that the experiment was a scientific impossibility. In which case, this is the only way to explain what happened that day.)
Van Zieks:
And in any case...the victim's body was found inside the birdcage in the Crystal Tower. If the instantaneous kinesis didn't take place, how do you explain that?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Um...
Juror No. 3:
If I may put in a word...as a man of magic myself... Such apparent discrepancies can easily be explained by some simple deception.
Ryunosuke:
J-Juror number three!
Juror No. 3:
All that would be needed is a doppelgänger - someone who looked very similar to the victim, Mr Asman... ...and having this other man appear on stage to front the show...as a body double!
Ryunosuke:
Ah...yes! Of course, so in fact... ...Mr Asman must have been inside the birdcage that was concealed inside the balloon right from the start!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
That balloon would have been filled with hydrogen. Anything hidden inside it would have been scattered to the four winds when it exploded. No one would ever have embarked on such a risky venture.
Juror No. 4:
Not necessarily. The explosive force of the balloon gas would very much depend upon the mixture ratio.
Ryunosuke:
J-Juror number four!
Juror No. 4:
Flying balloons are rarely filled with pure hydrogen, but a mixture of other gases such as helium as well. Helium on its own doesn't explode, but by controlling the gas mixture ratio, the explosive force can be altered.
Van Zieks:
The mixture ratio...?
Juror No. 4:
Obviously, the victim's body would have suffered some burns. That would be unavoidable. But not to such an extent as to render this whole obscene charade impossible.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So everything that happened can be explained. Logically and scientifically. The explosion that engulfed the stage at the start of the 'experiment' was no accident. It was all part of an elaborate deception...to make it appear that instantaneous kinesis had occurred!
Judge:
Well...goodness me...
Ryunosuke:
And if we accept that this is what happened... ...it means that the victim, Mr Asman, was never present on the public experimentation stage to begin with.
Van Zieks:
Nrgh...
Ryunosuke:
In short... ...he couldn't have been killed by the defendant, who was on stage in full view the entire time!
Van Zieks:
AAAAAARGH!
Ryunosuke:
(This will be very hard for the prosecution to counter. Lord van Zieks can't credibly maintain that Professor Harebrayne is a suspect now!)
???:
Hold it!
Harebrayne:
Mr Naruhodo...I appreciate your efforts. Thank you.
Ryunosuke:
P-Professor?!
Harebrayne:
But you can stop now. Just keep your mouth shut, please.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
What's all this about...Mr Harebrayne?
Harebrayne:
......... I, Albert Harebrayne, hereby confess... ...that it... That it was... That it was me who stabbed Mr Odie Asman! Yes! It was me! With my faithful friend and partner... Andrew the Screwdriver!
Ryunosuke:
Wha......... WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIIIING?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Defendant! Explain this sudden confession!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne! What are you talking about?!
Harebrayne:
It's...it's what I've said all along! I must protect my hypothesis! And my precious machine!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Harebrayne:
You stand there and claim it was all a trick! All an elaborate prank! But where's your proof?! No, y-you'd have to examine the machine if you wanted to prove it. But then it would all be over! My beautiful hypothesis would be laid bare... I mean, the indignity of it!
Ryunosuke:
It's clear that you drew the plans for the experiment, but you didn't actually build it. It's quite conceivable that you were duped, Professor. If you'll just let me, I can prove-
Harebrayne:
Barok!
Van Zieks:
Yes?
Harebrayne:
I'll cooperate. I'll do whatever you say. I swear it. So, so please... ...ensure the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act is adhered to and protect my creation!
.........
Van Zieks:
...Pray forgive the discourtesy of filling my hallowed chalice at this critical juncture... Here's to my learned Nipponese friend...
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?!
Van Zieks:
...and his upcoming attempt to clarify the defence's position in the light of the accused's confession.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Do you intend to formally assert that the experiment was nothing more than a conjuring trick? Because the moment you do... ...the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act that protects the professor's invention will cease to apply. The prosecution will then demand a rigorous examination of the machinery involved in order to establish the truth.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
However...if you acknowledge that the machine is genuine and instrumental in the victim's murder... ...any chance of investigating will be crushed...and the confidentiality of the professor's hypothesis preserved.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Well, Counsel...what is the defence's official position on this matter?
Ryunosuke:
(What Professor Harebrayne - my client - actually asked of me... ...was to prove that the explosion on stage was an accident and protect the secrecy of his hypothesis. But there's no way to do that without implying the professor's guilt! Do I protect my client's life by asserting his innocence, or do I uphold my client's request but see him condemned? Either way, I can't avoid betraying his trust...)
Van Zieks:
You've been silent long enough! Isn't talking your trade, my learned friend? Or has all knowledge of English escaped your confused Nipponese mind?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Harebrayne:
Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(There's no escape here! I have to make a choice! But it's an impossible one! I have to give up on something...but what?) The defence asserts...that the defendant's instantaneous kinesis machine was in fact...
A proper scientific invention
Leads to:
"........."
A conjuring trick
Leads to:
"........."
Ryunosuke:
......... .........Agh! (No! I can't say it! My client placed his faith in me... I can't just let him down!)
'What must I give up on?' is not the question you have to ask yourself here. It's 'What can I protect?'
Susato:
Hello again...Mr Naruhodo. It's been far too long.
Ryunosuke:
Su... Susato-san! But, but what are you-
Susato:
Haiiiiii-YA!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAGH! (My first Susato Takedown in six months!)
Susato:
There'll be time to talk later, Mr Naruhodo. For now...we must concentrate on the task at hand!
Ryunosuke:
(Which is working out not what I have to give up on, but what I can protect!) Professor Harebrayne!
Harebrayne:
Ah! ...Yes?!
Ryunosuke:
Yesterday you told me that science is the pursuit of truth. Well...my job is to pursue the truth too.
Harebrayne:
Yes, of course...
Ryunosuke:
And personally, I believe...that you didn't stab Mr Asman. I think you've come to realise something yourself too, haven't you? That your experiment and the machine you built with the victim are questionable! The truth behind that is what we must both pursue now!
Harebrayne:
UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Van Zieks:
...So...you've finally opened your eyes.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
And as for you... ...Albert. You can't ignore this any longer.
Harebrayne:
Ah...
Van Zieks:
Having heard my learned friend's assertion... ...don't you have something to say?
Harebrayne:
......... B-Barok...
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks...
Susato:
Gosh, I've never heard him speak that way before.
Harebrayne:
......... In truth...there is one thing. Something I've remembered that's of relevance.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Harebrayne:
On the day it happened...just before I began the experiment...I saw a man near the stage. A man holding that crossbow.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?!
Ryunosuke:
Professor! Did the man have any distinguishing features? What did he look like?
Harebrayne:
Uh...tall. Taller than me. And, and thin. Thinner than me. With straight hair. Straighter - and whiter - than mine. Let me see... One less lens than me, too. A monocle. A rather stylish, black monocle. But one thing in particular will help to positively identify the man. You see, I know him very well. After all...he's the engineer who built my invention!
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
He...built the machine?
Harebrayne:
That's right. Mr Asman introduced him to me a year ago. He's, he's a man by the name of... ...Enoch Drebber.
Juror No. 3:
Enoch?!
Juror No. 4:
Drebber?!
Judge:
Does this name mean something? Members of the jury seem flustered...
Juror No. 4:
Not a name any scientist wishes to hear. The man's an abomination!
Juror No. 3:
Not a name any conjuror wishes to hear, either!
Ryunosuke:
Who on earth is he?
Juror No. 4:
I'm afraid this isn't the first tale of this nature that I've heard in scientific circles in connection with that name. There's talk of other flamboyant experiments that turn out to be nothing but stage trickery in the end. Obviously the rascal is after the government's research grant money.
Juror No. 3:
When magicians are in need of money, I have heard of them resorting to these underhand tactics. Some acquaintances of mine with...experience of such things have mentioned Enoch Drebber's name before.
Juror No. 4:
The man is both an engineer and a magician. Yes, we're dealing with an unparalleled confidence trickster here! That's Enoch Drebber for you!
Harebrayne:
So it's true then... My invention... My great machine... It was just a grand illusion?
Ryunosuke:
Considering what we've just heard about Mr Drebber's character... ...I'm sorry to say that sounds increasingly likely.
Harebrayne:
Even though no one else believed it...I wanted to. I wanted to believe to believe that machine would function exactly as my hypothesis predicted.
Van Zieks:
Which is why you were so opposed to it being investigated, I presume.
Harebrayne:
I knew that if the machine was examined in detail, its construction would give away my hypothesis. Obviously, I didn't want that to happen. But at the same time... ...I knew that if it was found to be nothing more than a trick... Than a work of deception... ...then everything I'd worked towards...all my research... all my dreams...my whole life would be over! I was terrified at the prospect.
Ryunosuke:
So you really had no idea, then, did you? About the true nature of the machine that was built. And the true nature of Mr Drebber.
Harebrayne:
I never questioned anything. I, I didn't want to question it.
Ryunosuke:
It's entirely possible that Mr Asman and Mr Drebber... ...were working together to use you as a means of fraudulently acquiring the research grant money.
Harebrayne:
.........
...When I announced my invention to the crowds that day, it was the finest moment of my career. I pulled all the levers and turned all the dials in exactly the way Drebber had described... When the smoke suddenly started billowing out, I panicked. I didn't know what was happening.
Harebrayne:
But I really don't know how the whole illusion was made to work. I...don't know anything any more...
Van Zieks:
Let me confirm one final point with you, Professor. Do you now consent to the prosecution submitting the necessary paperwork... ...to release your invention from the protection afforded by the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act?
Harebrayne:
......... Yes, please go ahead. I'm...very sorry.
Judge:
It would appear that we shall have to suspend proceedings for the remainder of the day now. Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
My Lord?
Judge:
The court has newly been made aware of another party whose involvement in this matter is critical.
Van Zieks:
Yes, Mr Drebber...
Judge:
Gather information about the man. If possible, I should like him served with a subpoena.
Van Zieks:
With pleasure, My Lord.
Judge:
Now, Counsel for the Defence...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Judge:
......... When we reconvene, I shall be looking for one thing and one thing alone from you. Evidence...that the defendant is innocent of the crime for which he presently stands accused.
Ryunosuke:
...I understand.
Judge:
Good. In that case...this court is adjourned until tomorrow morning!
23rd October, 1:36 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Harebrayne:
......... ...Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Y-Yes?
Harebrayne:
I'm...I'm...I'm... I'm so sorry! I was wrong! You were right! I tricked you! You trusted me! I dragged you...into my mess! Oh h-how did it ever come to this...? I'M SOOO SOOO SOOO SOOORRY!
Ryunosuke:
Did you really have no idea, Professor? About what Mr Drebber was really up to, I mean? About what he was really constructing.
Harebrayne:
Naturally! That machine was the embodiment of my hypothesis! Of all my hopes and dreams! I had complete faith in it!
Ryunosuke:
Alright. In that case, I won't say any more. Now, sadly the murder accusation against you still stands. So we must do as much investigation as we can before the trial resumes tomorrow.
Harebrayne:
......... Well, thank you for doing so much for me!
Susato:
I'm so sorry for arriving late this morning, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
A-Arriving late?
Susato:
Didn't you receive my postcard? I wanted to let you know when I'd arrive.
Ryunosuke:
Postcard? What postcard?
Iris:
I hid it from you, Runo! So it would be a surprise! ...Well? Did it work?
Ryunosuke:
I was surprised alright! Especially when she threw me to the ground!
Susato:
Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I, I was just so happy to see you again that...it sort of slipped out.
Ryunosuke:
(Maybe we could stick to more traditional displays of emotion in future...?)
Iris:
Susie's train was late into London Victoria this morning, you see. But we made the coachman really whip the horses hard so she didn't miss the whole trial!
Susato:
I was watching from the gallery for a while, but in the end...I'm afraid I couldn't contain myself...
Ryunosuke:
Well, I'm glad you didn't.
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
Having you at my side in court gives me the strength I need to win. So...I'm, um, delighted to see you...back in London.
Susato:
Oh, you're too kind, Mr Naruhodo! I'm delighted to be here! I hope I can continue to be of service to you.
Ryunosuke:
Of course. So...what's brought you back? Did Professor Mikotoba not protest?
Iris:
Let's save all that conversation for when we're back at home, shall we? You know I've made one of my most special blends ever for this special occasion!
Susato:
Oh, Iris, how wonderful! I can't wait!
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san was back in London. It's hard to describe how happy that made me feel at the time. But despite my elation... ...our tale was about to take yet another extraordinary turn.
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Surely something about that last statement seems odd, doesn't it?
Judge:
Would you care to mull over precisely what you find odd about it on your return journey to Japan?
Ryunosuke:
...I wouldn't be back to give the court an answer for about four months, though.
Judge:
Rest assured, we should be happy to carry proceedings forward in your absence, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(He sounds serious! I have to prove my worth before he really does send me back home!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That last statement would seem to be at odds somehow with the evidence!
Judge:
It is your task, Counsel, to explain the 'somehows' to the court, not the other way around.
Ryunosuke:
...It just seems to jar, though. Don't you think?
Judge:
What I think, is that this whole exchange has been extremely jarring, yes.
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps I need to reconsider this...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The defence would have to object to that last statement, My Lord!
Judge:
And I would have to overrule your objection, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
The defence...would have to accept the penalty given.
Judge:
Glad to hear it. And you would also have to think again, hm?
Pursue Albert Harebrayne incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne! Are you hiding something from the court?
Harebrayne:
......... Ah ha! It's four! AAAAAAAAAH!
Ryunosuke:
......... Um, what was that?
Harebrayne:
I was calculating the neutralisation coefficient of electrical charge required for electrolysis of a human subject. I have to keep the result a secret at all costs, you see. That's why I ate the paper I did my working on. But now I've completely forgotten the number! Dear me, I am a scatterbrain sometimes!
Ryunosuke:
Well...moments before you ate the paper, you did yell out the number four...
Harebrayne:
NOOOOOO! You, you know it? You know my secret coefficient! Oh dear! Oh no! This is bad! Oh my goodness...
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps...you could just focus on the testimony?
Pursue Tobias Gregson incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Inspector! Did you have something to add?
Gregson:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Didn't that last statement set off a train of thought in your mind?
Gregson:
Well...I was ponderin' somethin' that pops into my head from time to time, yes. I was thinkin' that there probably are one or two things in life more important than a bag o' fish an' chips.
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry?
Gregson:
But you can't deny they're bloomin' useful when you feel like bitin' someone's head off!
Ryunosuke:
('No, nothing to add' would probably have sufficed.)
Pursue Balthazar Lune incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
If I may, Mr Lune!
Lune:
Ah! You like one of a balloons, eh? Prego, prego. Ten shillings for one!
Ryunosuke:
No no, I was going to ask you if that last statement bothered you for some reason...
Lune:
......... People say things to me all the time.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Lune:
They say avaricious, they say money-grabbing, they say cheat, full of hot air, stripy swindler! If I let what the people say bother me, how can I fly my balloons, uh?
Ryunosuke:
Well...I think you just need to fill them up and the gas does most of the work, really.
Lune:
Allora! That is why I refuse to listen to what the people say! Why should I?! It is nothing good!
Ryunosuke:
(Well...if he doesn't listen, that explains a lot.)
Van Zieks:
A balloon with arms and legs, but no faculties with which to hear...
Ryunosuke:
...There's no need to get carried away.
Pursue Gotts incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Master Gotts, do you have something to say?
Gotts:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Something that struck you about what you just heard, perhaps?
Gotts:
Vot I just heard voz you failing to remember my full name.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gotts:
Vich is Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond Ormstein.
Ryunosuke:
Uh... Vil...um...
Van Zieks:
My learned friend's powers of recollection are clearly abysmal. Perhaps he has forgotten where he is...
Gotts:
Mein teacher at elementary school said zat if you are rude enough to forget somevun's name... ...you vill have ze most awful life imaginable!
Ryunosuke:
(Are all Bohemians brought up to endure a life of such great pain?) Well...well it's important to listen, too! So please pay attention to the testimony!
Pursue Gina Lestrade incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Lestrade!
Gina:
Eh? Blimey, wot's up wiv you?
Ryunosuke:
Did that last statement strike you as odd in some way, perhaps?
Gina:
......... You're the expert on bein' odd, ain't ya, 'Oddo? So why don't you tell me?
Ryunosuke:
No no...I'm the one asking the questions here, Gina.
Gina:
Hah! Askin' other people wot ya don't even know the answer to yerself! I don't believe it! An' I'm INSPECTOR Lestrade, an' all!
Ryunosuke:
(She just had to drop that title in somehow, didn't she?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel, that will do.
Ryunosuke:
But, but, My Lord, wait! The defence is still in the process of establishing its argument...
Judge:
No further analysis is necessary, I feel. As such, I shall be requesting the final decisions of the members of the jury.
Juror No. 1:
It's been an honour to serve, My Lord. And we know exactly what we think now. Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
Mr Albert Harebrayne, in accordance with the findings of this court, I pronounce you...
Guilty
Judge:
I applaud the jurors for doing their civic duty and for finding a swift resolution to this matter. That is all. Court is adjourned!
The Return of the Great Departed Soul
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23rd October, 2:41 p.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Ryunosuke:
I'm right in thinking that these scales are a symbol of the defence in law, aren't they?
Susato:
They're supposed to symbolise treating everything equally...and fairly. That's why they're always in the middle, balanced. Equal measures on both sides.
Ryunosuke:
Recently though, whenever I see a set of scales, I can only think of the enormous Scales of Justice.
Susato:
That's entirely understandable. They are such a powerful symbol in the courtroom, aren't they?
Ryunosuke:
And the thing about the Scales of Justice is... ...they're always leaning one way or the other. They're only ever in balance right at the start.
Susato:
...It must be something peculiar to the British... I'm afraid I can't shed any light on it, Mr Naruhodo.
Inside of armband
Ryunosuke:
It's very fine embroidery here that shows the name of the armband's owner. In this case...Kazuma Asogi. So I'm always carrying my best friend's hopes and dreams with me on my right arm just here. All the time. To be honest, it's something that weighs very heavily on me.
Susato:
...Oh, I didn't realise it was such a burden, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think it's why my right shoulder aches so much.
Susato:
......... Are you sure that's not to do with you reading in bed or the like?
Susato:
Oh, this room! It's been too long! It hasn't changed in the slightest, though. And it's been some six months, hasn't it? ...That's a long time for things to stay so...familiar.
Ryunosuke:
I didn't know when you might return, and I wanted everything to be as you'd left it. ...But it has been some six months, it's true.
Iris:
So is your father alright, Susie? What happened?
Susato:
My father?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Professor Mikotoba! I mean, it was half a year ago, but that's why you went back to Japan! Because of the telegram you received saying he'd fallen ill with a very high fever for some unknown reason.
Iris:
That's right. So I was surprised to learn you'd be coming back so soon. Surprised but happy!
Susato:
......... I think I wrote about it in my letter to you. That it was all a trick. My father is in fine health. And I'm obviously very relieved...about that.
Ryunosuke:
Well, we're all delighted to have you back.
Susato:
It was quite by accident that I've been able to return to Europe, actually. It's because of a very grand conference called the International Forensic Science Symposium.
Ryunosuke:
The International Forensic... (That's the same symposium Lord Stronghart mentioned.)
Susato:
Anyway, I've arrived safe and sound, and all that matters is that I'm here now! After all, I haven't yet fulfilled my promise to you, Iris.
Iris:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
You must tell us everything that happened while you were back in Japan.
Susato:
Yes, of course, I shall.
Ryunosuke:
And...there's one other thing... Something you wrote in your letter that particularly grabbed my attention. About...you-know-who. (About Kazuma...)
Susato:
I know. I'll tell you all that I can.
Examine
Iris Wilson
Iris:
It must be about a year ago now. I wrote a really long story based on some of my father's old notes. It's about one of Hurley's greatest exploits. I called it 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'.
Ryunosuke:
...But then Mr Sholmes forbade you from publishing it... ...and put the manuscript somewhere nobody could get their hands on it.
Iris:
So nobody knows anything about it, apart from Hurley and I. But for some reason... ...you knew the title of it, didn't you, Susie?
Susato:
Oh, it sounds so exciting! 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'! I should love to read it!
Iris:
And you wouldn't tell me...how you'd come to know it.
Susato:
...Yes. But I made you a promise that I would explain one day, didn't I? I think it's time.
Iris:
Oh!
Susato:
I'm only sorry I've had to keep it from you for so long, Iris.
The Hound of the Baskervilles
Susato:
It was completely by accident that I came to know the title of your manuscript, Iris. It was a short while before we left Japan. I was cleaning Father's study, and I saw something on his writing desk. A large box of papers. There was a label affixed to the box that was written in English. It read... ...'The Hound of the Baskervilles'.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Iris:
My Baskerville story?!
Susato:
Of course, I had no idea what it was at the time. But Father came in, and...
Susato! What are you doing?
Susato:
Oh! F-Father...
Mikotoba:
Did you look at those papers?
Susato:
No! I, I simply read the label, that's all.
Mikotoba:
......... Well, put it out of your mind.
Susato:
Sorry?
Mikotoba:
Forget that you ever saw it, and certainly don't tell anybody else about this. ...Do you understand?
Ryunosuke:
But...what was Iris's manuscript doing...in Japan?
Susato:
I have no idea. But when I heard Iris mention the word 'Baskerville' that day... ...the title just slipped out. I would never have guessed... ...that it was an unpublished account of one of Mr Sholmes's exploits.
Iris:
.........
Susato:
When I returned to Japan, I asked Father to explain. But he refused to answer any of my questions. And there was no sign of the big box in his office.
Iris:
.........
Susato:
That's really all I know about it. I've no doubt that Father has a very good reason for being so secretive about it. But still... ...I made up my mind to explain myself to both of you.
Iris:
......... Well, thank you for being so honest, Susie.
Spade
Ryunosuke:
Thinking back, that spade's been in here since we first moved in, hasn't it?
Susato:
I'm sure I've told you before, Mr Naruhodo. It's not a spade; it's a shovel.
Ryunosuke:
No, shovels are for digging. That's for scooping up loose material. It's a spade.
Susato:
No, spades are for digging. That's for scooping up loose material. It's...a...shovel.
Ryunosuke:
(The great spade-shovel war rages on...)
Tea set
Susato:
Oh, I'm so looking forward to making you some tea again, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Which you'd think I wouldn't like, given that I'm not keen on bitter flavours. But it is Susato-san's tea. And it's amazing what a little cake or something on the side can do...)
Susato:
I would dearly love to serve you some sort of Japanese sweet alongside your matcha green tea... ...but I suppose that's simply not possible given how long we've been staying here in London.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I do like the little chocolates you put with my tea. They go wonderfully.
Susato:
Oh, Mr Naruhodo! You would, wouldn't you?!
Ryunosuke:
(That gives me a warm glow inside for some reason...)
Stove or kettle
Susato:
You have water gently boiling on the stove, I see.
Ryunosuke:
It feels wrong somehow if I can't hear the water bubbling away. And we have plenty of logs. It's not like we have to worry about paying for gas.
Susato:
It's important to open the window for fresh air when the fire's burning, though. You can't keep it closed just because it's cold outside. It could be a matter of life and death!
Ryunosuke:
(Avoiding the freezing winter air is a matter of life and death too, if you ask me...)
Susato:
Oh well, perhaps a nice cup of tea will warm you up later.
Desk in back
Ryunosuke:
You see? I've been keeping my desk beautifully covered in papers as always.
Susato:
You really must tidy it all up, Mr Naruhodo. No more excuses.
Ryunosuke:
But Miss Susato, the way I see it... ...all these papers building up on my desk like this are a reminder of my wonderfully diverse daily life. I like to leave them as they are so I never forget how lucky I am to have such varied experiences.
Susato:
In that case, you should definitely have a thorough tidy. Then you'll be able to see your papers building up all over again and feel that joy renewed.
Ryunosuke:
(Still can't beat her in an argument. Even though I'm the lawyer here...)
Daruma doll
Susato:
I see your daruma still has only one eye filled in.
Ryunosuke:
Well, we agreed that it's something we'd do together, didn't we? We could do it right now if you like. I'd be happy with that.
Susato:
I rather like the anticipation, I think, Mr Naruhodo.
Picture frame
Susato:
That was taken when I left London, wasn't it? I have the same photograph on display in my room at home in Japan, you know!
Ryunosuke:
I wondered if we'd ever all be together again, to be honest.
Susato:
Oh, I know... So did I. But here we are! And I'm quite sure there's a reason we've been brought back together.
Ryunosuke:
(I can't deny that having Susato-san back again... ...makes me feel as though fate has something big in store for us...)
Door
Ryunosuke:
Your room through there should be exactly as you left it. I've still never been inside. I've never been invited.
Susato:
Of course not. Only Iris is allowed in my room.
Ryunosuke:
(No doubt I'll be hearing you two giggling away in there again, then.)
Aquarium
Susato:
I'm so pleased to see all our sea creatures doing so well in the aquarium.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the prawns are still swimming and the anemones are still swaying. Obviously, I've been looking after them carefully. At first, I used to drool whenever I looked at those juicy prawns, but not any more. They're like part of the family now.
Susato:
...I don't suppose they'll never know how close they were to meeting their maker.
Desk in front
Ryunosuke:
I left your desk completely untouched, Miss Susato. So it would be ready for you whenever you returned.
Susato:
It's beautifully clean. There isn't a speck of dust on it anywhere. You've been cleaning in my absence, Mr Naruhodo? Whatever next!
Ryunosuke:
Well, I couldn't allow my great assistant's desk to sit there gathering dust, could I?
Susato:
It really is exactly as it was when I left. I'm so touched! But sadly... ...your desk is also exactly as it was, too.
Ryunosuke:
Well, that's how it should be, after all!
Susato:
Oh dear...I'd forgotten how that clean-cut smile can be so disarming.
Converse
Back in Britain
Susato:
When I first arrived back in Japan...I really thought I'd never be allowed to return to Britain. But curiously... ...after that awful trial at the Supreme Court, Father's mood changed entirely.
Ryunosuke:
The awful trial? Oh yes... ...for the murder of Jezaille Brett.
Iris:
Ooh, you dressed as a man then, didn't you, Susie?
Susato:
Oh! Well...yes...since women are forbidden in the courtroom. I had no choice.
Iris:
Wow! Amazing! I wish I'd seen it! Don't you, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
Um...yes, I...suppose so.
Iris:
I want to play at being a lawyer now! I could wear a false moustache, maybe!
Ryunosuke:
...I don't think any moustache could hide the fact that you're just ten years old, Iris. There's something else I've been wanting to ask you, Miss Susato... It's about the real reason why Professor Mikotoba summoned you back to Japan. You said in your letter it was something to do with that convict's loot we found in Mr Natsume's lodgings...
Susato:
That's right. The very large dog collar we found with the 'B' emblem on it. It seems Mr Natsume included a drawing of the collar in the report he submitted about his time in Britain. I understand that when Father saw the report, he turned as white as a sheet.
Ryunosuke:
(Why would that be, then?)
Susato:
Father came to Britain himself, of course. To study. It was some time ago now, but he stayed for six years. I can only imagine that something must have happened during that time. But if he refuses to tell me what it was, then I intend to find the answers for myself. And I've decided that I, for one, won't keep any more secrets.
Iris:
Oh! Susie...
Ryunosuke:
(That's a very meaningful look Susato-san's giving Iris there...)
Forensic Science Symposium
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart mentioned something about that symposium, too. I think he said that investigative authorities from forty different countries would attend.
Susato:
Yes, and from Japan, my father and Judge Jigoku have been invited. It's something of an honour, I believe.
Ryunosuke:
Well, Professor Mikotoba is the leading expert in forensic medicine in our country, after all. But...who's the other person you mentioned? A judge, did you say?
Susato:
Yes. His Excellency, Judge Seishiro Jigoku. You've met him, Mr Naruhodo. Last year...in the Supreme Court... You can't possibly have forgotten! That terrible trial of yours, when you were accused of murder.
Ryunosuke:
Aaah... Yes, I...try to think of that as a positive turning point in my life these days...
Susato:
Well, it was Judge Jigoku who presided over that trial.
Ryunosuke:
...If I'm perfectly honest, I'd be happy never to see that man's face again in my life.
Susato:
Oh, well anyway...as Father was invited to the symposium, he agreed to me returning to Britain, too. He won't actually arrive until next month, but... Well, I couldn't wait! So I pleaded with him, and in the end he agreed to me going on ahead!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, about the symposium... It seems as though Lord Stronghart has put in an awful lot of work to make it happen. It's obviously very important.
Susato:
I believe it is, yes. As I understand it, Lord Stronghart organised the entire event himself. I think...he's hoping that by achieving exceptional results, he'll get the job of Attorney General.
Ryunosuke:
The most senior position in the British justice system...
Susato:
He's hoping to use his power to create the world's finest policing institution. That's what Father said anyway! Apparently it's Lord Stronghart's lifelong ambition!
Ryunosuke:
(Does Professor Mikotoba know Lord Stronghart personally then, I wonder...?) Actually, Lord Stronghart gave me a long speech all about this very subject only yesterday. But I sort of lost the will to live early on and didn't really listen to much of it.
Susato:
...How trying for you.
Jezaille Brett
Ryunosuke:
(Jezaille Brett... The woman whose unforgivable actions ended in me being wrongly accused of a crime I didn't commit. The murder of Dr John H. Wilson.) Yes, Jezaille Brett... That's a name I won't forget for as long as I live.
Susato:
The extraordinary thing is, though... ...it seems it's a name we should all forget.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
Since the incident, our government's intelligence services have been investigating Miss Brett. But it turns out that an Englishwoman by the name of Jezaille Brett didn't actually exist.
Ryunosuke:
D-Didn't exist? But...how can that be?!
Susato:
It was a pseudonym. Her real name was Shinn. And she wasn't a visiting student, either. That was a front.
Ryunosuke:
A front? Who, who on earth was she, then?
Susato:
Miss A. Shinn. Her name is literally all our intelligence services have been able to ascertain about her. Nobody knows why, or even how, she came to be in Japan. It's a complete mystery.
Ryunosuke:
But, but that makes no sense! It's no easy task to be accepted as a foreign student anywhere! What could the woman have been up to?!
Susato:
I'm afraid I really don't know. The only thing we can be sure of... ...is that she had some business in our country that we don't yet understand.
Ryunosuke:
......... And now she's been killed... ...while all the questions surrounding her existence remain unanswered!
Susato:
...I'm afraid so.
Ryunosuke:
A. Shinn... (Who on earth was she? And why do I feel as though...I've heard that name before somewhere...?)
What about Kazuma?
Susato:
After my friend Rei's trial... ...the reporter who actually killed Miss Brett said something very strange.
Menimemo:
I know the truth! I know you had a hand in what went on! In that visiting student's fate!
Menimemo:
Nobody here in Japan knows anything about it! They don't know that the guy never made it to England! That he died on that steamship! And that he'll never-
Susato:
Obviously, I couldn't ask him to elaborate at the time... ...but later I visited the man in his prison cell and asked him what he was going to say about Kazuma-sama.
Ryunosuke:
And what did you learn?!
Susato:
......... After he died on the voyage to Great Britain... ...his body should have been unladen at the port of Hong Kong and passed into the care of the consulate staff there.
Ryunosuke:
Should have been?
Susato:
Well, it turns out...that his body never arrived. It just...disappeared.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Kazuma's body...vanished?
Susato:
Our government tried to cover the fact up, it seems. They erected a grave on the cliffs by our home town... Except...Kazuma-sama isn't there.
Ryunosuke:
Did, did Professor Mikotoba know about this?
Susato:
Yes. It would seem that he did. But...he didn't tell me. They're still investigating what happened to Kazuma-sama's body as we speak.
Ryunosuke:
I, I just don't believe it... (And what is this acute feeling of apprehension I have all of a sudden?)
Changes "What about Kazuma?" Converse option to "The Kazuma mystery"
The Kazuma mystery
Ryunosuke:
Thinking back now, some of the things that happened on the SS Burya were definitely strange. I mean, after he died, we never saw his body again, did we? ......... Could it be...? Could it be...that he's actually still alive?
Susato:
Stop it, Mr Naruhodo! It's too much to bear!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
Susato:
Just thinking about the possibility pains me. So very much. ......... Cast your mind back for a moment, Mr Naruhodo... When Kazuma-sama was discovered, Mr Sholmes was there, wasn't he?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
And he definitely examined the body. I remember it clearly.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! You're, you're right... So if Kazuma hadn't actually been dead at all... ...it would mean that Mr Sholmes had lied to us.
Susato:
But there's no reason why he would possibly have done such a thing.
Ryunosuke:
I, I suppose that's true, yes...
Susato:
......... The idea that he might still be alive somewhere... It wants to fill me with hope, but I can't let it. Because if it turned out not to be true... ...then I'd be back at the bottom of that awful pit of despair again. I'm...I'm terrified of what that might do to me...
Ryunosuke:
Oh, Miss Susato... (I know she's given the idea the thought it deserves. It's Susato-san we're talking about, after all. So I probably shouldn't push it now...)
Present
Armband
Susato:
You're still taking good care of that armband, I see. I'm so pleased.
Ryunosuke:
Well yes. It feels like I wouldn't be me without it now, to be honest.
Susato:
...Oh dear. There seems to be a thread coming loose just there, look. I'd be only too happy to mend it for you, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Thank you... I must have scraped it against something again. I'm always doing that.
Susato:
......... Then take better care of it, please.
Ryunosuke:
(...It was all going so well...until I ruined it.)
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Ryunosuke:
About this paper, Miss Susato...
Susato:
Yes, it's all about the Great Exhibition! I've been dreaming about it, you know!
Ryunosuke:
I was sorry that you were going to miss it when you were called back to Japan.
Susato:
So was I. I felt desperately unlucky. But here I am, back in London while it's underway! It's a dream come true!
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps you're not as unlucky as you thought, then.
Susato:
Once we've helped Professor Harebrayne out of this terrible situation, we should all explore it together! And of course we must invite the professor's good friend Lord van Zieks as well.
Ryunosuke:
(Your luck might not stretch that far.)
Crossbow
Susato:
This...was used to shoot down the balloon, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, with a flaming arrow. It's quite a formidable weapon.
Susato:
I'm quite accomplished with a longbow myself, you know.
Ryunosuke:
No! Really?
Susato:
If you were to balance an apple on your head, Mr Naruhodo... ...I'm quite confident I could hit it from a good fifty metres away!
Ryunosuke:
......... 'Quite' confident, you say? Does, um... Does the apple necessarily HAVE to be on my head?
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! Do you see...this?!
Susato:
...You have such great expectation in your eyes, Mr Naruhodo. But I'm afraid... ...nothing particularly useful comes to mind at all.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Sorry. I'm, I'm not sure what I was expecting, really.
After clearing all Converse options with Susato Mikotoba and Iris Wilson:
Susato:
So, Mr Naruhodo, I'm ready to start investigating if you are! I've committed every detail about the case to memory! And Iris has told me about the disturbing happenings at the waxwork museum as well.
Ryunosuke:
So...you're fully abreast of the situation already, Miss Susato. I'd expected nothing less, to be honest.
Susato:
I would think our first port of call should be to investigate this Mr Drebber. The engineer responsible for building the elaborate machine that was used to effect this extraordinary trick.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, a conjuror of sorts, by the sound of it, well known in the fields of science and magic.
Susato:
Then we need to go and arrest him!
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes... ...he must know the truth behind this case, so I agree we really do need to find the man.
Iris:
Hm...it sounds like it's a case of tracking someone down. Which is a job for the police...or a great detective!
Ryunosuke:
(Are we supposed to guess who she might be thinking of?) We don't have much time, so we need to get started straight away, I think.
Iris:
Good idea. Well, best of luck, then!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, you're not coming today?
Iris:
I'm going to Brixton Road shortly for the herb market. But let me know later how you got on, won't you?
Ryunosuke:
(That was a little abrupt. The pull of the herb market must be strong...)
Converse
What to do
Susato:
Do you know...? I honestly thought I might never have the opportunity to return to Great Britain. And certainly not so soon.
Ryunosuke:
It's funny. For the past six months, I haven't been able to work in court. Meanwhile, you've been raising a storm in the Supreme Court of Judicature back in Japan!
Susato:
Please, Mr Naruhodo! I may have been dressed as a man, but it was a very reserved performance!
Ryunosuke:
(So what your father said in his letter about a 'Ryutaro Takedown' is...reserved?)
Susato:
Well anyway... ...I'm back here in this great capital now... ...and ready to assist you again in any way I can!
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you, Miss Susato.
Susato:
It's my pleasure, Mr Naruhodo.
23rd October
Sholmes's Suite
Examine
Large machine on left desk
Ryunosuke:
I've finally managed to remember this behemoth's name. The Great Analytiscope.
Susato:
I don't think it was here when I left for Japan, was it?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, is that right?
Susato:
Yes, because it was with the pawnbroker.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, of course...
Susato:
Oh! That's given me a wonderful idea! I could pawn everything that's on your desk! The office would be tidy at last!
Ryunosuke:
Don't even joke about it, Miss Susato. ...You are joking...aren't you?
Bookshelf behind violin
Ryunosuke:
There's all sorts on these shelves: chemistry apparatus, books, papers and...lots of things I've never seen before. It's all heaped up so high, I can't help feeling that the whole lot is going to topple at any moment.
Susato:
It looks as though it might topple, and yet it doesn't. The epitome of Mr Sholmes's brilliance!
Ryunosuke:
...I don't get it. As it happens, I'm quite well practised when it comes to stacking shelves myself. Just the other day, the shelf in my office finally gave way under the strain, though.
Susato:
It looks as though it might topple, and it does. Yes, the epitome of your disarray!
Ryunosuke:
...I really don't get it.
Violin
Ryunosuke:
This is Mr Sholmes's famous violin. The one he found being sold for a song at a pawnbrokery. What's it called again? A 'Shodi-something'...
Susato:
Oh yes, this wonderful instrument features in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'. It's a world-famous Stradivarius!
Ryunosuke:
Stradi...what?
Susato:
Stradivarius, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Stragi... Stragivor...
Susato:
...Are you even trying now?
Ryunosuke:
We'll come back to this another time, I think.
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
I do like this fireplace. It's one of the best things I've seen since we arrived in the country, in fact. Although...I do yearn for a Japanese kotatsu. Putting your legs under a warm, blanketed table is so comforting.
Susato:
Do be careful, Mr Naruhodo. Don't mistakenly put your feet into the fire, will you? You'd suffer terrible burns, you know.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I worry sometimes about how Susato-san sees me...)
Chest
Ryunosuke:
My eye is always drawn to this big metal chest that Mr Sholmes and Iris use as a coffee table.
Susato:
Isn't it where Iris keeps her very important papers?
Ryunosuke:
It is. So you'd think that they'd treat it with more care, really. But only the other day, I saw Mr Sholmes kick it.
Susato:
Oh no!
Ryunosuke:
I suppose something must have been frustrating him.
Susato:
What a shame to mistreat the furniture, though. Was it damaged?
Ryunosuke:
The chest was fine, but Mr Sholmes was doubled up on the floor for almost ten minutes!
Susato:
Oh dear... That is a painful tale.
Shelf to the right of fireplace
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, Mr Sholmes's curious collection of trinkets from the various mysteries he's solved.
Susato:
It's one of my favourite parts of this room. Full of items with such exciting tales to tell! And I do believe he's added to it since I last looked. Now there's a mysterious pince-nez, a mysterious little box, a mysterious horseshoe, a mysterious biscuit...
Ryunosuke:
I think that last one might just be one of Iris's unfinished snacks.
Tea set on cart or table
Ryunosuke:
Iris's pretty little tea set is set out beautifully as ever, look.
Susato:
Well, it's only by carefully taking care of a tea set that you can make good tea.
Ryunosuke:
Is...that a roundabout way of telling me I need to tidy my desk?
Susato:
Oh, Mr Naruhodo, you do overthink things at times.
Blackboard
Ryunosuke:
This blackboard is where Iris scribbles down her latest ideas, isn't it? Let's see... Oh, she seems to have drawn a lot of little stick figures all lined up, look.
Susato:
'Cheap apples at the market' is what all of them say.
Ryunosuke:
What?! The little figures can speak?!
Susato:
All your questions would be answered if only you would read this month's Randst Magazine.
Ryunosuke:
(...So I'm the only one who can't make any sense of this?)
White shelf behind chandelier
Susato:
That's Iris's wonderful collection of medicines, potions and chemicals. Just look at all the little bottles she's squeezed onto the shelves.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and there are charming little ribbons tied around the bottles, too. But the labels aren't quite so charming, are they? This one here reads 'Deadly Poison'.
Susato:
Oh, I've been so excited about the idea of helping Iris with her experiments, you know!
Ryunosuke:
Just try to avoid any bottles labelled 'Deadly Poison' or 'Highly Explosive'.
Typewriter or desk on right
Ryunosuke:
If I've remembered correctly, this large and imposing lump of iron is called a 'typewriter'.
Susato:
To think that every single one of 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' blossomed from this very machine! Ah...it's such a dreamy thought...
Ryunosuke:
I actually had a go on it the other day. The metal bars that move when you hit the keys got all tangled up somehow and that made Iris angry.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...you're ruining my dreamy thoughts. Please don't do that again.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...now I've made Susato-san angry as well...)
23rd October
Local Prison, Cell 11
Ryunosuke:
What's...he doing?!
Susato:
He's... Oh my! The whole wall of the cell is covered in mathematical equations!
Ryunosuke:
And he's still writing more now! Um...Professor! Sorry to interrupt...
Harebrayne:
Oh, ah... M-Mr Naruhodo... ...! And who is this young lady?
Susato:
My name is Susato Mikotoba. I'm Mr Naruhodo's judicial assistant. It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor.
Harebrayne:
......... OH, IF ONLY! IF ONLY I'D MET A REFINED YOUNG WOMAN LIKE YOU SOONER! ...None of this would have happened. N-No, that's not logical... That makes no sense at all.
Susato:
Oh dear, I'm...I'm sorry if my presence here upsets you.
Ryunosuke:
I owe you an apology too, Professor. I didn't manage to deliver what I promised you I would in court this morning.
Harebrayne:
Oh no! No no no! No no no no no! The whole thing... The whole miserable affair... It all happened because I've been such a complete and utter clot!
Susato:
Um, Professor Harebrayne...what have you been working on in your cell?
Harebrayne:
Oh! Ha ha, you, um...you mean that? Oh dear, how embarrassing... I, I was suddenly struck by an idea, you see, and I simply had to write it down. The wall was all I had to hand.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Is it some new hypothesis? Something to surpass super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis, maybe?
Harebrayne:
Ah...no, actually. This...is my autobiography.
Susato:
Your autobiography?
Harebrayne:
'How I was Diddled and Fiddled'...by Albert Harebrayne! I've found I can represent my odd fortunes with only odd numbers in an ambitious set of simultaneous equations!
Susato:
...Really?
Harebrayne:
I'm going to have to pay back all the loans I took for the kinesis machine, you see! So it's going to be a new serial publication from next month! 'Part 1: An Odd Birth; an Odd Upbringing'.
Ryunosuke:
(...You can't beat the man's optimism, that's for sure.) I see. Well...for now, would you mind if we talked a little more about the case?
Harebrayne:
Oh yes! YES! Of course! I've been working through the numbers! I WAS DIDDLED! I WAS FIDDLED! BY THE PAIR OF THEM! By Asman! And by that aloof engineer, Drebber!
Ryunosuke:
(We're not going to have to sit through an explanation of all these equations...are we?)
Converse
This morning's trial
Harebrayne:
...Everything I believed in has been turned on its head. My research...Mr Asman...the kinesis machine... My hypothesis, even...
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry it's come to this. There was really no other way.
Harebrayne:
No, it's not your fault. I wanted to protect my work, but in the end, there was nothing worth protecting. ......... It was never my intention to deceive anyone. I didn't want to trick the public.
Susato:
No...of course you didn't...
Harebrayne:
But in court this morning, I realised something.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Harebrayne:
If you've done something wrong without knowing it... ...you've still done something wrong. Logically, it makes no difference if you were aware of it or not. Ignorance is a poor excuse. The blame still lies with me.
Susato:
Oh, Professor...
Harebrayne:
He believed in me this morning, you know. Barok did. He believed in my hypothesis.
Ryunosuke:
Well, I think... ...that was just a necessary factor in the prosecution establishing its case.
Harebrayne:
No no, Barok wouldn't do something like that. I'm sure he genuinely believed it.
Ryunosuke:
(Did he...?)
Harebrayne:
......... I think I understand now. Why it was that he decided to take on the prosecution in my trial, I mean.
Changes "This morning's trial" Converse option to "Van Zieks's motivation"
Van Zieks's motivation
Harebrayne:
After the terrible accident happened, nobody would believe in my hypothesis any more. Not the police. Not the prosecution service. Not any lawyers, even...
Ryunosuke:
(...I feel like I dealt some kind of finishing blow there.)
Harebrayne:
So if any other prosecutor had taken the case... If it was anyone other than Barok... ...I'm sure the prosecution would have declared my hypothesis a c-complete and utter nonsense.
Susato:
And in that case, you would have been declared a fraud yourself, Professor.
Harebrayne:
Exactly. Which would have been a fate worse than death for me. But Barok insisted that I was a proper man of science from start to finish.
Ryunosuke:
You, you think that's why he...?
Harebrayne:
I know him very well indeed. He's an extremely kind-hearted soul.
Susato:
But...that extremely kind-hearted soul... ...spent all morning trying to paint you as a murderer, didn't he?
Harebrayne:
......... Well...admittedly, that part of the analysis appears to have some flaws in it...
Ryunosuke:
(And what about the whole Reaper side of things? How does that fit in with the 'kind-hearted soul' idea?)
Mr Asman
Harebrayne:
Do, do you think he set out to trick me from the very start?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry to say...that does seem likely, yes.
Harebrayne:
......... When I first met him, he introduced himself as a wealthy financier. He looked over the paper I'd written and said my work would benefit all humanity and MUST be pursued! He was so enthused! He was so emphatic!
Ryunosuke:
But in reality...he was the mastermind of some vast criminal network, it seems.
Harebrayne:
I, I still can't believe it...
Susato:
As the machine was essentially a set decoration for some stage magic... ...it probably didn't require a large amount of investment, actually.
Ryunosuke:
But the scale of it! It wasn't just some small trick. It was a very elaborate feat of deception.
Harebrayne:
All young scientists are full of hope about their burgeoning ideas. Full of zeal. But none of us have any money! We want to do research, but we can't afford it! Many of us take on barely legal part-time work to try to earn just a few measly pennies to carry on! To go through all of that, only to be taken for a complete fool! It's too rotten to believe...
Ryunosuke:
It is, I agree. And that's why we have to find those responsible and bring them to justice. Mr Asman is no more, of course. Which leaves only the engineer...
Susato:
...Mr Enoch Drebber.
Drebber the engineer
Ryunosuke:
Is he an engineer...or a magician...or a swindler?
Harebrayne:
It, it was about a year ago when Mr Asman first brought Drebber to meet me at my laboratory. Since then I've met him many times to discuss details about the kinesis machine.
Ryunosuke:
But at no point did you have any inkling that he was just an illusionist?
Harebrayne:
Oh, he definitely wasn't just an illusionist.
Ryunosuke:
...What do you mean?
Harebrayne:
He was a wealth of deep scientific knowledge. There's no question that the man's a genuine scientist. It's instantly apparent in conversation.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Susato:
But the wretched man deceived you, Professor. It's unforgivable! We must do everything we can to find him and bring him to justice! Are there no more clues you can give us as to his whereabouts?
Harebrayne:
......... I'm sorry. We only ever discussed the kinesis machine. Nothing else.
Ryunosuke:
Hm...
Harebrayne:
......... Although...just once... ...I did visit his workshop.
Ryunosuke:
What workshop?
Harebrayne:
Drebber's enormous fabrication laboratory, where he constructed my great machine!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Why...why didn't you mention this before?! (Enoch Drebber's workshop... There's every chance we might find the man there!)
Drebber's workshop (appears after "Drebber the engineer")
Ryunosuke:
So you've been to Drebber's place of work, then?
Harebrayne:
Yes...just once, you understand. It, it was an enormous place. Plenty of room to construct the kinesis machine, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Where can we find it?! We have to go there at once! There's a good chance that we'll find Drebber there!
Harebrayne:
......... Well, yes... Definitely. I'm sure! As in... I'm sure you're not going to want to hear this... ...but I have absolutely no idea where the workshop is at all. I'm so sorry!
Ryunosuke:
...I was more than half expecting that.
Harebrayne:
You see, I was blindfolded in the carriage the entire way there.
Ryunosuke:
He blindfolded you? He wasn't taking any chances then...
Harebrayne:
The place was incredible! The pinnacle of modern engineering! E-Even the oil he used was the very best. A special French machine oil that's impossible to obtain in Britain. Aah, the indescribable scent of that imported oil... Perfumers across the world should forget their secret formulae and use that instead!
Ryunosuke:
What do you think, Miss Susato? Eau de Machine for your next birthday?
Susato:
I've never used any kind of perfume, Mr Naruhodo. And I'm not sure I'd like to start with that... I don't suppose you know even part of the workshop's address, Professor? You...don't have a business card from Mr Drebber, for example?
Ryunosuke:
The man was clearly very cautious, Miss Susato. I'm sure he would never have-
Harebrayne:
AAAH-HAAAAAAAAAH! Yes, I do! He gave me his business card once! It's right here, look!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Susato:
Let me see that!
Ryunosuke:
(Throw etiquette to the wind, why don't you?)
Susato:
.........
'Enoch Drebber
Engineer'
I'm afraid that's all it says. There's no address.
Ryunosuke:
No... Oh well, I can't say I'm surprised. (Still, this could be useful...)
Drebber's card has been entered into the Court Record.
Drebber's workshop (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
So you've been to Drebber's place of work, then?
Harebrayne:
Yes...just once, you understand. It, it was an enormous place. Plenty of room to construct the kinesis machine, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Where can we find it?! We have to go there at once! There's a good chance that we'll find Drebber there!
Harebrayne:
......... Well, yes... Definitely. I'm sure! As in... I'm sure you're not going to want to hear this... ...but I have absolutely no idea where the workshop is at all. I'm so sorry!
Ryunosuke:
...I was more than half expecting that.
Harebrayne:
You see, I was blindfolded in the carriage the entire way there.
Ryunosuke:
He blindfolded you? He wasn't taking any chances then...
Harebrayne:
The place was incredible! The pinnacle of modern engineering! E-Even the oil he used was the very best. A special French machine oil that's impossible to obtain in Britain. Aah, the indescribable scent of that imported oil... Perfumers across the world should forget their secret formulae and use that instead!
Ryunosuke:
What do you think, Miss Susato? Eau de Machine for your next birthday?
Susato:
I've never used any kind of perfume, Mr Naruhodo. And I'm not sure I'd like to start with that...
Present
Photograph of the Victim
Harebrayne:
Ugh...how could this have happened?
Ryunosuke:
You must feel awful. As well as a man losing his life, the Crystal Tower was greatly damaged, too.
Harebrayne:
I, I know what happened! It must have been that!
Ryunosuke:
'That'?
Harebrayne:
The day before the demonstration, I had my usual meal of frankfurters at the hotel restaurant. When I paid the bill, they gave me three shillings too much in change. But...instead of saying anything, I just slipped the coins into my pocket! They're still there now! It's divine retribution for my wrongdoing, that's what this is!
Ryunosuke:
(For a scientist, he has some very illogical anecdotes. Long and illogical.)
Screwdriver
Ryunosuke:
Professor, do you recognise this?
Harebrayne:
Oh, it's Andrew! My faithful friend! How have you been? Are you alright? Nobody's mistreated you, have they?
Ryunosuke:
Don't worry, he's being very well looked after.
Harebrayne:
I always rub him with machine oil until he's gleaming.
Ryunosuke:
...Right.
Harebrayne:
And then, when I come to tighten a screw with him, he slips in my hand and I can't do it! Haha, it's that age-old problem faced by driverphiles the world over, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
I...really wouldn't know, I'm afraid.
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne, what do you make of this?
Harebrayne:
Oh yes! That's just what we need to prove my hypothesis, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Um...no. It's nothing to do with your hypothesis, actually.
Harebrayne:
Then take it away! I don't want to be bothered with anything that doesn't assist my science!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright...keep your abundant hair on...)
Examine evidence
Drebber's Card
Smudge on back
Ryunosuke:
This dark smudge here...
Susato:
I think perhaps it's machine oil.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, possibly. Professor Harebrayne mentioned something about the oil Mr Drebber uses, didn't he? He said it was specially imported very high-quality oil that's impossible to obtain in Britain.
Susato:
Yes, that's right. But more importantly... ...that it's more fragrant than the finest perfume! So...excuse me a moment... ......... Oh, it doesn't appear to have any scent at all.
Ryunosuke:
Don't worry, I, I expect that's just because there's such a tiny amount on here.
The details of Drebber's card have been updated in the Court Record.
Smudge on back (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
This dark smudge here...
Susato:
I think perhaps it's machine oil.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes, possibly. Professor Harebrayne mentioned something about the oil Mr Drebber uses, didn't he? He said it was specially imported very high-quality oil that's impossible to obtain in Britain.
Susato:
Yes, that's right. But more importantly... ...that it's more fragrant than the finest perfume! So...excuse me a moment... ......... Oh, it doesn't appear to have any scent at all.
Ryunosuke:
Don't worry. I, I expect that's just because there's such a tiny amount on here.
23rd October
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Ryunosuke:
...Oh, who's that standing beside Lord Stronghart?
Susato:
I wonder... I've never seen her before.
Stronghart:
Ah, the young champion of the court. You had some success this morning, I understand. And you've thrown the entire government into disarray as a result.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! You, you mean because of Professor Harebrayne's experiment?
Stronghart:
Sham science being demonstrated at London's Great Exhibition! The country's been made to look foolish, and now politicians are scrabbling to respond. Lord van Zieks is in Whitehall as we speak, giving an emergency briefing.
Ryunosuke:
Oh dear, I, um... I didn't mean to cause any trouble.
Stronghart:
None of this is your responsibility. The government is entirely to blame for having been taken in. The special dispensation that prevents investigation at the scene will be annulled later today. Once that happens, my Forensic Investigation Team will move in and deal with that scrap metal in no time.
Ryunosuke:
(It's scrap metal now, is it?)
???:
Until later then, Lord Stronghart.
Stronghart:
Yes. Thank you.
Ryunosuke:
Um...who was that?
Stronghart:
That was Dr Courtney Sithe, Scotland Yard's esteemed chief coroner. She's leading the Forensic Investigation Team's handling of this case. She was just delivering her report about the victim, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see... (About Mr Asman.)
Stronghart:
Following the outcome of the trial earlier, I asked the coroner's office to re-evaluate its findings. I don't have time to tell you what she concluded. If you want to know, you'll have to ask her directly. You can find her in the forensics laboratory.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, right.
Stronghart:
Now, what were you here to see me about? I can give you...seven minutes and thirty-nine seconds of my time.
Ryunosuke:
(So he's not running quite so spectacularly late any more...)
Examine
Bookshelves
Ryunosuke:
You couldn't read all of these books even if you were reincarnated six times over as a bookworm! (Can Lord Stronghart really have read all of these?)
Susato:
Thinking about it...Father's study is full of books that look as though they've never been read, too.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really?
Susato:
Pedlars of books are forever pushing their wares on him, you see. And I think he's just too kind-hearted to refuse them.
Ryunosuke:
There's a phrase for that in Britain. People would say they 'saw him coming'.
Susato:
It makes me wonder if perhaps the vast number of books on the shelves in here... ...are a sign of Lord Stronghart's overwhelming kind-heartedness.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure you could afford to have a kind heart if you had to keep Lord van Zieks in line, could you?
Armor
Ryunosuke:
These very European suits of armour are still glaring at each other across the carpet, I see. In a way, they feel like guardians of the Lord Chief Justice's office.
Susato:
I suppose...they're rather like the lion-dogs that guard shrines in Japan, aren't they?
Ryunosuke:
...Aren't they a bit too human to be called 'lion-dogs'?
Susato:
Did you know that it's a dream of mine to keep two cats one day?
Ryunosuke:
I feel as though we've gone off at a bit of a tangent, don't you?
Gears
Ryunosuke:
As ever, the enormous clock is diligently maintaining its rhythmical tick-tock today.
Susato:
Watching machinery at work can be quite mesmerising, can't it? Ironically, you can completely forget the time. What I particularly enjoy is watching the enormous wheels of a steam locomotive turning. When I was a little girl, Grandmother often used to take me to watch the railway engines, you know.
Ryunosuke:
It's an open fire for me. I could sit and watch the flames for hours.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! We could install one in the office! An enormous wheel, turned by an enormous steam engine!
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps we could start with a simple fireplace?
Chair or desk
Ryunosuke:
Just sitting behind that desk must make you feel so important, don't you think?
Susato:
Would you like to have an office like this, Mr Naruhodo? With such a grand desk?
Ryunosuke:
Who, me? No...I don't think so.
Susato:
Oh?
Ryunosuke:
Well, imagine if you suddenly found yourself needing the toilet. You'd have so far to go!
Susato:
......... How...true. Perhaps the important people who work in ostentatious offices like this haven't considered such things.
Ryunosuke:
(...I'm going to take that as a compliment.)
Converse
The Forensic Investigation Team
Ryunosuke:
What exactly is the Forensic Investigation Team that you mentioned before?
Stronghart:
The British Empire's police force must become the most exemplary in the world. For that to happen, it's imperative that we embrace forensic science and everything it has to offer. I first created the Forensic Investigation Team a year ago now - unofficially of course - to pave the way.
Susato:
Goodness! A year ago?
Stronghart:
At next month's symposium, I intend to present the results of their work to the world. Once I do that, the House of Lords will be powerless to oppose the creation of a full-scale forensics division. And once that happens, the position of Attorney General will be mine...and criminals will suffer dearly.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Stronghart:
For too long, those scoundrels have made a mockery of our legal system with false evidence and bribes. But London's scum is about to be rounded up and burnt in the fires of Hell. I intend to see to it personally. By creating the finest police force the world has ever known! To protect our honour...and our future!
Ryunosuke:
(Look at those eyes... He means every word.)
Stronghart:
Doctor Sithe is an extremely reliable coroner. When I officially establish the forensics division at Scotland Yard... ...she will run it as my right-hand woman. Now then...speaking of the symposium, Miss Mikotoba...
Susato:
Oh! Yes, My Lord?
Stronghart:
Your father should be on the high seas as we speak, making his way here to represent the Empire of Japan.
Susato:
Yes, that's right. I understand he will arrive at the beginning of next month.
Ryunosuke:
Are you acquainted, Lord Stronghart? With Professor Mikotoba, I mean.
Stronghart:
......... It was many years ago now, but yes...I remember Dr Mikotoba very well.
Susato:
...!
Dr Mikotoba (appears after "The Forensic Investigation Team")
Stronghart:
If my memory serves, it was some fifteen years ago now that your father came to Britain as a visiting student.
Susato:
It was the year I was born. So yes, sixteen years ago in fact.
Stronghart:
Mikotoba was a young practitioner of forensic science. And Jigoku accompanied him as a young, promising judge. The punctiliousness and politeness of the Japanese at the time impressed us greatly. ......... Not that I wish to imply impoliteness or carelessness on your part in any way.
Ryunosuke:
...I didn't think that you were.
Stronghart:
Dr Mikotoba studied forensics at one of London's large hospitals. St Synner's, if I'm not mistaken. Dr Sithe was also there then, as it happens.
Susato:
Then, Dr Sithe knows my father, does she?
Stronghart:
She was a young medical assistant at the time, so I doubt their paths crossed regularly. But I've no doubt they knew each other superficially. After all, Dr Mikotoba was here studying his subject for some six years in total.
Ryunosuke:
Six years... That's a long time to be studying abroad, isn't it?
Susato:
I lived with my grandmother in those years.
Ryunosuke:
(So he left his newly born daughter behind and went overseas for six whole years...?)
Susato:
It was a rather turbulent time at home...
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Susato:
Perhaps Father wanted a reason to get away.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean? Why?
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Well... ...clearly something was going on at the time.)
Lord van Zieks
Ryunosuke:
I wanted to ask you about Lord van Zieks, actually. I heard that his older brother was killed some years ago. By a mass murderer known as the Professor, who targeted nobles and royalty. Is that right?
Stronghart:
...You Japanese are a thorough lot. You've done your research well. Yes... ...and you could say it was that very incident...that gave rise to the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
What? Why?
Stronghart:
When his brother, Klint van Zieks, was murdered... ...it was just after young Barok had graduated from the University of London and become a prosecutor. When obvious criminals who managed to evade conviction in court started 'disappearing'... ...rumours quickly spread throughout the capital. Londoners started to say that wherever Barok van Zieks went, the ghost of his dead brother wasn't far behind.
Susato:
Oh my word!
Ryunosuke:
So...Lord van Zieks isn't the Reaper... It's the ghost of his brother?!
Stronghart:
Ever since that time, he became a very aloof figure in London's legal circles.
Present
Photograph of the Victim
Stronghart:
...Another to fall foul of the Reaper's curse.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Stronghart:
Odie Asman... The ink was barely dry on the man's acquittal papers. He'd just emerged from a trial in which he was being prosecuted...at the hand of Lord van Zieks.
Ryunosuke:
Do you think the verdict was wrong?
Stronghart:
......... The law is final. Verdicts are final. However, as long as mere mortals are the ones making the decisions...there is always room for error. The influence of large criminal organisations is sometimes felt even in our highest courtrooms.
Ryunosuke:
That would be the dark and devilish side to London, I suppose? 
Stronghart:
.........
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Um, could I show you this, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
...I'm the Lord Chief Justice. I'm not here to offer advice about evidence.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Stronghart:
Especially when the evidence in question is so dull.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, so that's the real reason.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes! Lord Stronghart...
Stronghart:
Go ahead.
Ryunosuke:
It's about Professor Harebrayne's experimental machine. We'd like your permission to examine the remains, if possible!
Stronghart:
......... Are you well versed in science, then?
Ryunosuke:
Not in the slightest! In fact, you could say I was barely aware of the subject at all until recently.
Stronghart:
...Well the special dispensation legally preventing investigation of the machine is currently being annulled. Within a few hours, Dr Sithe's team of forensic experts will begin their own investigation. But I suppose until then, there's no harm in you looking at the wreckage, as long as you touch nothing.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you! (Being able to look at it is better than nothing!)
Susato:
And I'll be able to see it, too!
Stronghart:
...Your time is up. You'll have to excuse me now, I'm afraid. My next engagement calls.
Susato:
We are extremely sorry to have troubled you when you are so busy, My Lord.
Stronghart:
I have important matters to attend to in preparation for the symposium, you understand.
23rd October
Forensics Laboratory
Ryunosuke:
I believe this is it... Dr Sithe's laboratory. (That chemical smell really assaults the nose. And there's plenty to assault the eyes in here, too...)
Susato:
It looks as though the doctor isn't here. But we're here now, so we may as well do some... sightseeing, don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
What a seasoned tourist you've become, Miss Susato. (We could just have a little look around...being careful not to upset any restless souls...)
Examine
Table or toolbox
Ryunosuke:
A table and a set of sharp tools... When you consider each in isolation, it all looks quite innocent. So why is it that when you put them side by side, they seem so horribly disturbing?
Susato:
...It might be best not to ponder it too deeply. Seeing the large tome that's open on the desk does make me wonder, though: How can anybody concentrate on bookwork with this acrid odour of chemicals in the air?
Ryunosuke:
You'd either have to have a cast-iron constitution... ...or a really terrible sense of smell.
Large jars on left shelf
Ryunosuke:
Those large jars seem to have pale things floating around inside them. I suppose they're fruit liquors or something. Or like the pickled umeboshi plums we make back home.
Susato:
Ah, Father had jars like that in his laboratory as well. I expect they're human organs in a preserving solution. Probably as examples of some rare medical condition.
Ryunosuke:
...Miss Susato. There are some things in the world that it's perfectly fine never to know about. Ever.
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
So as I said, I'm sure they're fruit liquors or umeboshi. Aren't they?
Susato:
Of, of course.
Cabinet
Ryunosuke:
Look at all the bottles on the shelves in these cabinets! What an assortment of chemicals!
Susato:
These ones here are labelled 'Highly Toxic'.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, that's worrying. Because there are also things that look like salt and pepper shakers in there.
Susato:
Oh yes! And they actually say 'salt' and 'pepper' on them! The doctor probably spends a lot of time in this room, I suppose. Perhaps she has meals here sometimes.
Ryunosuke:
Life goes on...even when you're surrounded by death...
Desk
Susato:
I suppose this is Dr Sithe's desk.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh. I would NOT like to work in a place like this.
Susato:
It's very tidy though, isn't it, Mr Naruhodo? Imagine how efficiently she must work.
Ryunosuke:
The lighting is poor, which is bad for the eyes. And the chemical smell can't be good for you. Not to mention the skeleton watching over you as you work. Which is definitely bad for the nerves.
Susato:
Well, yes...those are valid concerns, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
I can just about cope with a one-eyed daruma doll watching over me, but that's all!
Open book on desk
Ryunosuke:
Look at this big thick book here.
Susato:
Ah, it appears to be an accounting ledger. It's a record of the Forensic Investigation Team's spending, I think. ......... Oh...?
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Susato:
It's clear that the team purchases various equipment and supplies on a monthly basis, but... Well, one entry seems rather strange.
Ryunosuke:
Really? In what way?
Susato:
They're buying five hundred scalpels every month!
Ryunosuke:
Five, five hundred?! They must be working really hard on dissecting corpses.
Susato:
I don't know... Judicial autopsies are only carried out in certain special circumstances. And scalpel blades can be sharpened, too.
Ryunosuke:
It, it does seem a bit strange, you're right... (Five hundred scalpels a month... What could they possibly be using all them for?)
Display case with human skeleton
Ryunosuke:
Well, look at this! What a magnificent display case! The cherry wood has been polished to a high sheen, and the intricate carving is a joy to behold. Western cabinet makers really are very skilled, aren't they?
Susato:
...Do you have nothing to say about the skeleton inside, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
......... Miss Susato... ...can't you tell that I'm trying very hard to avoid talking about the terrifying contents of the case? It's how I cope!
Susato:
I'll...be sure to remember that from now on.
Owl or crow
Susato:
That looks like an owl and a crow up there.
Ryunosuke:
I know. And they haven't even twitched since we came in here...
Susato:
Well no, they wouldn't have. They're taxidermy mounts, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...I was afraid you were going to say that. I've been trying very hard to tell myself they're just sleeping with their eyes open.
Susato:
Yes, I think perhaps you were wise to put something like your daruma doll on display in the office instead...
After examining open book on desk:
???:
What are you doing?!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Sorry! We, um, had something we wanted to ask you, but you weren't here, so...
Sithe:
So you thought you'd snoop around? That's acceptable to you people from the East, is it? Well? What do you want?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, um... Lord Stronghart told us, you see... ...that it was you who examined the victim's body. Erm, Mr Asman's body, I mean.
Sithe:
.........
Susato:
So we came to ask you about your findings. On Lord Stronghart's advice.
Sithe:
......... Very well. If the Lord Chief Justice has given his consent, I'll tell you what our investigation revealed. But when we're done, you must leave immediately.
Converse
Your findings
Sithe:
So, you want to know what the Forensic Investigation Team determined from its examination of the scene? The victim, Mr Odie Asman, who disappeared from the experimentation stage amid an explosion... ...and the Mr Asman who appeared moments later part-way up the Crystal Tower... ...were without question one and the same person. That is the team's conclusion.
Ryunosuke:
But...but that can't be right!
Sithe:
If it was an elaborate trick, we can only speculate about how it was carried out.
Susato:
Let's see...if two people who looked very similar to each other were involved... ...they could have made it appear as if one single person had switched places, couldn't they?
Sithe:
Very true. But sadly in this instance...that was not the case. The man who disappeared and the man who subsequently reappeared was the same person. The fingerprints at the scene make that quite evident.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, fingerprints...
Sithe:
They're not yet officially recognised as forensic evidence in the British justice system. But one day...they will be used as an investigative aid as a matter of course.
Susato:
Oh my! But that would mean... ...that the instantaneous kinesis actually took place! So...where does that leave us?
Sithe:
......... My team was tasked with investigating. Not drawing conclusions.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(Instantaneous kinesis is impossible...and yet the body did move from one place to the other. This hasn't cleared anything up at all. It's made the whole thing even more of a mystery!)
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe, would you be good enough to take a look at this?
Sithe:
Oh, you think I'm 'good enough', do you?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! No no, I didn't mean...
Sithe:
So I'm not good enough? In that case, why would you show me anything?
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, clearly you're too good for me to show you anything again...ever!)
After clearing Converse option:
???:
Mama, what is this?
Ryunosuke:
...Agh! (Wh-Where did SHE spring from? And...did she just call the doctor, 'Mama'?)
Sithe:
This is a 'lawyer', dear.
???:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
Um...hello. ...To meet you. P-Pleased to meet you. Yes, I'm a defence lawyer. Ryunosuke Naruho-
???:
Mama...
Sithe:
Yes?
???:
Can I cut this one up?
Ryunosuke:
What?!
???:
I've never seen inside an Eastern person before. I want to know what it looks like.
Sithe:
Of course you can't. It's a live specimen, as you can very well see.
???:
......... Hmph. Boring.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I, I think... ...I just had a near-death experience!)
Susato:
Oh dear! Mr Naruhodo, you're as pale as a corpse!
Ryunosuke:
Then let's leave before I'm mistaken for one!
Examine
Courtney Sithe
Ryunosuke:
So...what are you doing at the moment, Doctor?
Sithe:
Keeping a close eye on things so no impertinent Easterners think they can look around my office.
Ryunosuke:
...Are there such impertinent Easterners around? How terrible.
Sithe:
Yes. You.
Ryunosuke:
She doesn't mince her words, Miss Susato.
Susato:
I think perhaps it's time we left...
23rd October
The Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower
Susato:
I had no idea there were so many people in the world.
Ryunosuke:
I know what you mean. It's really packed here today.
Susato:
It feels as though it's taken us two hours just to make our way through the crowds to this point.
Ryunosuke:
Has it? I shut my brain down so I didn't really notice, to be honest.
Susato:
Gosh...I do wish I had your absence of mind sometimes, Mr Naruhodo.
???:
...There you are. I had a feelin' you lot would show your mugs before long.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Inspector Gregson! I see you're hard at work as usual!
Gregson:
Warm greetings to you. I do hope you've been keepin' well since last we met.
Ryunosuke:
What's with all the ceremony? We just saw each other in court this morning.
Gregson:
Not you, sunshine. The gentlewoman so loyally at your side.
Susato:
Oh! Why, thank you, Inspector. How good of you to notice.
Ryunosuke:
(He might be a bit rough around the edges, but he's still a proper English gentleman at heart...I suppose.) As you've probably guessed, we were hoping to investigate the scene some more.
Gregson:
Right. Well, that's the young trainee's domain. Oi! Get over here, Gina!
.........
Ryunosuke:
...She seems to be busy playing with a puppy. (Probably giving it a traditional 'East End' training...)
Susato:
G-Gina?! She's a police officer now?
Ryunosuke:
Amazing, isn't it?
Gregson:
She's a good kid, actually. Heart's in the right place, anyway. She's got the detection bug, if you ask me. Yup, I think she'll follow in my footsteps nicely.
Ryunosuke:
...What do you mean?
Gregson:
I'm bein' transferred. It's time for me to say toodle-oo to London.
Susato:
Oh no! Really?
Ryunosuke:
That's, that's a bit sudden, isn't it? I had no idea. Where are you going to be posted, then? We'll come to see how you're getting along.
Gregson:
Haha, not likely. But you're welcome to try. If you don't mind a trip to France, that is.
Ryunosuke:
To France?
Gregson:
I'll be workin' in the Paris Police Prefecture. ...Should be right up my alley.
Ryunosuke:
But, but France! It's an entirely different country! I don't understand. Why would you be sent there?
Gregson:
That's the way the adult world works, sunshine! Now, don't go pokin' your nose in where it's not wanted. ......... I'm intendin' to take the kid with me when I go.
Ryunosuke:
What? You're taking Gina to Paris?!
Gregson:
Well I can't leave her here in London. Who knows what'd become of her.
Ryunosuke:
(...I suppose he's worried she'd slip back into slipping her hands into people's pockets and purses...)
Susato:
I don't think he's worried about her pickpocketing, Mr Naruhodo. I think he's worried about the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! (Of course! So that's playing on Inspector Gregson's mind too, is it?)
Gregson:
Anyway, I haven't mentioned any o' this to Gina. So don't go blabbin', you hear me?
Ryunosuke:
N-No, of course not.
Gregson:
I've gotta keep that divin' diva safe an' sound. ...Until all this is over, at least.
Gina:
Oi! Did you just call me a bloomin' 'divin' diva' again?!
Gregson:
So you heard that, did ya? Right, well... Any questions about the scene, you can put 'em to my capable detective diva here.
Gina:
Alright, you 'eard the boss! Inspector Lestrade's in charge 'ere now!
Ryunosuke:
(...I suppose I'd better keep my word and not mention anything about Paris.) So, um, Gina... You've got a new dog, have you?
Gina:
Isn't 'e great? Toby's 'is name.
Susato:
Oh, how delightful! He's absolutely adorable!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, the dog does seem lovely. But it's the not-so-lovely Inspector Gregson that's playing on my mind, to be honest...)
Examine
Stairs (before clearing all Converse options at British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office and then clearing "Investigating the scene" Converse option)
Gina:
Oi! That's off limits up there! Try to sneak past me again, an' I'll stuff yer gob full o' the boss's fish an' chips!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes please. I love fish and chips.) I suppose we need special permission...
Stairs (after clearing all Converse options at British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office and then clearing "Investigating the scene" Converse option)
Ryunosuke:
These stairs lead up to the experimentation stage. ...Let's go and see what we can find out.
Leads to "The Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage" location
Experimentation stage base
Ryunosuke:
The stage up there is where the experiment was set up. It's very high, isn't it?
Susato:
About thirty feet, I believe. Or nine metres, if you prefer. Craning your neck to see up to it starts to hurt after a while, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we need to get up there and look around properly. Although if I'm honest, climbing all those stairs makes my chest hurt.
Susato:
Oh dear... I think perhaps you should exercise more, Mr Naruhodo.
Crystal Tower
Susato:
Ah, the Crystal Tower... I can't believe I'm seeing it at such close proximity with my own eyes!
Ryunosuke:
You've really been looking forward to the Great Exhibition, haven't you, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Oh yes! When I found out that I had to return to Japan, I'm afraid I cursed my luck.
Ryunosuke:
But here you are, back in London, gazing up at the magnificent tower.
Susato:
I know. ...Perhaps I was wrong to curse my luck so harshly.
Large hole in glass
Susato:
What a shame that the symbolic landmark of the Great Exhibition has been damaged like that.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, unfortunately the birdcage crashed in the most prominent position possible. It's the gods giving us a warning, if you ask me: 'Man must travel under his own steam, and not cut corners with instantaneous kinesis.'
Susato:
But imagine what might have happened if the birdcage had landed in a slightly different location. The death toll could have been far worse. So I think perhaps it was a blessing in disguise.
Ryunosuke:
Well, the gods are benevolent, obviously. I did say it was just a warning. 'Man must travel under his own steam, or next time birdcages will rain down on all of you.'
Susato:
...Your faith is much stronger than I realised.
Ryunosuke:
Well, how do you think I passed the entrance exam for Yumei University? It wasn't by studying alone!
Hot air balloons
Susato:
Oh look! A flying balloon! I've never seen one in the flesh before!
Ryunosuke:
I can't understand how they can fly...and so high up as well.
Susato:
Oh, but think of the view, Mr Naruhodo! You must be able to see for miles and miles.
Ryunosuke:
I do think of it. And it terrifies me. I mean, it would be certain death if you fell out.
Susato:
I'm sure they're perfectly safe. After all, they've been invented by some of the brightest minds in the world.
Ryunosuke:
...Let's not forget that we know at least one has exploded.
Susato:
......... I'm sure... I'm sure there are other ways to fly!
Green cloth or scorch marks on ground
Susato:
Here's the scorching on the ground that you mentioned.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and there's what's left of the green balloon's envelope. All clear evidence of the balloon that exploded on the day of the incident.
Susato:
Poor Professor Harebrayne. I do feel sorry for him that his dreams have been shattered like this...
Ryunosuke:
Someone's well and truly burst his bubble, as it were! Ha ha ha ha!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Ouch. I'm a bad person...)
Converse
Investigating the scene (before clearing all Converse options at British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's office)
Ryunosuke:
Um, Gina... ...we were actually hoping that we could investigate the scene again...
Gina:
Yeah, alright. If it's around 'ere, ya can do wot ya like.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! That's alright, is it?
Gina:
I'm gonna be playin' wiv me new friend 'ere.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah yes, Toby...)
Toby:
Woof!
Susato:
The machine that exploded must be at the top of those stairs, I presume? I haven't actually seen it yet, so if you don't mind...
Gina:
Sorry, ya can't go up there, Sooze.
Susato:
Oh!
Gina:
It's like I told 'Oddo yesterday. Even I ain't allowed near that wreck. Wot's it called again? The reason we ain't s'posed to touch it... The Special...
Ryunosuke:
The Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act? Is that what you were thinking of?
Gina:
That's the one! That's why only them lot are allowed to investigate it. Wot are they called again? The Friend Sick somefin'...
Ryunosuke:
The Forensic Investigation Team? Is that what you were thinking of?
Gina:
That's the one, yeah!
Susato:
But isn't it the case that the special dispensation has been lifted?
Gina:
I think so... I don't really get it, to be truthful wiv ya. Yer still s'posed to get permission from some bigwig or other as far as I know. Wot was 'is name again? Um, Lord Strange-somefin'...
Susato:
I'm not sure that's quite right, Gina. I think you mean Lord Stronghart perhaps?
Gina:
That's the one, yeah! Apparently 'e's always watchin' the time or somefin'!
Ryunosuke:
(So without Lord Stronghart's express permission, we can't investigate on the stage...)
Investigating the scene (after clearing all Converse options at British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's office)
Ryunosuke:
Um, Gina... ...we were actually hoping that we could investigate the scene again...
Gina:
Yeah, alright. If it's around 'ere, ya can do wot ya like.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! That's alright, is it?
Gina:
I'm gonna be playin' wiv me new friend 'ere.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah yes, Toby...)
Toby:
Woof!
Susato:
The machine that exploded must be at the top of those stairs, I presume? I haven't actually seen it yet, so if you don't mind...
Gina:
Sorry, ya can't go up there, Sooze.
Susato:
Oh!
Gina:
It's like I told 'Oddo yesterday. Even I ain't allowed near that wreck. Wot's it called again? The reason we ain't s'posed to touch it... The Special...
Ryunosuke:
The Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act? Is that what you were thinking of?
Gina:
That's the one! That's why only them lot are allowed to investigate it. Wot are they called again? The Friend Sick somefin'...
Ryunosuke:
The Forensic Investigation Team? Is that what you were thinking of?
Gina:
That's the one, yeah!
Susato:
But isn't it the case that the special dispensation has been lifted?
Gina:
I think so... I don't really get it, to be truthful wiv ya. Yer still s'posed to get permission from some bigwig or other as far as I know. Wot was 'is name again? Um, Lord Strange-somefin'...
Susato:
I'm not sure that's quite right, Gina. I think you mean Lord Stronghart perhaps?
Gina:
That's the one, yeah! Apparently 'e's always watchin' the time or somefin'!
Susato:
Actually, we've just recently been to see Lord Stronghart!
Gina:
Eh?! You wot? You've met 'im?! Last time the boss was called to go an' see 'im... ...'e waited for three hours at the cove's office an' came back snivellin'.
Ryunosuke:
(Tragic...)
Susato:
Well, Lord Stronghart has given us permission to examine the scene, as long as we touch nothing.
Gina:
Oh yeah?
Ryunosuke:
Honestly.
Gina:
......... Alright then, go ahead. But if it turns out yer lyin'... ...it'll be the boss who gets it. He'll never eat another chip again in 'is life. So...yer still sayin' all this is above board, are ya?
Susato:
I'm, I'm sure everything will be fine.
Ryunosuke:
(That really would be tragic.)
Gina:
Alright then, them's the stairs. Off ya go.
Susato:
Oh, thank you, Gina!
Today's trial
Gina:
It was great, weren't it? I 'ad a right laugh. It was a new one on me, that. Ya know, bein' in court an' not spendin' the whole time worryin' I'm about to be found out!
Susato:
...You did keep an awful lot of secrets in all your previous court appearances, didn't you?
Gina:
Yeah, and 'Oddo's made things 'ard for me every single time an' all!
Ryunosuke:
...Just doing my job, Gina.
Gina:
But watchin' someone else get it in the neck is a lot o' fun, actually. It was amazin' when you showed that dodgy professor's dodgy experiment was a total fix!
Susato:
...The 'dodgy' professor as you put it, Gina, is Mr Naruhodo's client.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. I'm starting to wish he wasn't, though...
Gina:
It's the boss I feel sorry for. Sent off to do the impossible.
Susato:
What do you mean?
Gina:
'E's supposed to arrest that other cove, ain't 'e? An' in time for tomorrow an' all! Ya know, the dodgy engineer. Wot's 'is name again?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber, you mean? Enoch Drebber.
Gina:
That's the one, yeah!
Ryunosuke:
(So the police are looking for this mysterious man with the black monocle... I guessed they would be.)
Gina:
It's puttin' too much on the boss if you ask me. 'E says it's givin' 'im gut ache.
Susato:
...Oh dear. But I do wonder if that isn't actually from all the fried food.
The engineer's whereabouts (appears after "Today's trial")
Ryunosuke:
So Scotland Yard are trying to track down Mr Enoch Drebber. I wonder if they've had any luck...
Gina:
'E's really funny lookin'. Got two eyes wot don't match. Stole a glimpse of a picture of 'im earlier. I mean, I didn't actually pinch it or nuffin'. The old devil's got it.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Who?
Gina:
Ya know. That scowlin' Reaper wot's always gluggin' down glasses o' that blood-red plonk.
Susato:
Ah, Lord van Zieks.
Gina:
'E's always 'ad it in for me, that cove. Dunno wot 'e's always scowlin' about, mind. Prob'ly would've been a pretty good boss, as it goes.
Ryunosuke:
(She'd rather be the Reaper's apprentice than a detective's trainee?) The way I see it... ...if the choice is between a chip-guzzling detective and a chalice-glugging demigod... ...you're equally badly off with both.
Gina:
...I s'pose yer right. I 'adn't thought of it like that.
Ryunosuke:
(Glad we've put that one to bed...)
Gina:
Anyway, the point is, everyone at the Yard's dead set on findin' the fishy engineer... ...but there don't seem to be no clues to go on. So they're stuck.
Ryunosuke:
(There's nothing that can lead us to Drebber at all...?)
Toby the dog
Ryunosuke:
Where did you find that little mutt then, Gina?
Gina:
Oi! Don't be so flamin' rude, 'Oddo!
Ryunosuke:
...Slight overreaction, don't you think?
Gina:
'E ain't no mutt, alright? Toby's...'ow did they put it...? ...Oh, yeah! A 'bone-fide' detective!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gina:
I've given 'im a proper title an' everyfin'. It's Chief Inspector Toby to you!
Ryunosuke:
(More senior than Inspector Gregson, is he?)
Susato:
Ooh, so he's a police dog, is he?
Ryunosuke:
The police recruit dogs now?
Susato:
I've heard that they're already being used officially in Germany as part of their city policing. They're used for chasing criminals and suchlike! They have a wonderful sense of smell, after all.
Ryunosuke:
I have a fairly good sense of smell myself, as it happens. I can tell undergarments that have been freshly laundered from undergarments that...haven't.
Gina:
Haaah... That's nuffin' compared to this little fella, 'Oddo.
Ryunosuke:
Oh really?
Gina:
Accordin' to wot the boss said... ...once Toby 'ere's got a good whiff of yer drawers... ...'e could chase that scent to the other side o' the world!
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?! To, to the other side of the world? You mean... ...he can swim?!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...I think you may have missed the point...by rather a wide margin.
Ryunosuke:
I, I just can't believe this little dog has such an incredible skill...
Gina:
I'm tellin' ya, 'Oddo, there's gonna be more an' more dogs doin' their bit for the police in future.
Susato:
Yes! I agree!
Gina:
Right! One o' these days, they'll be barkin' orders at us lot, not the other way round!
Susato:
Oh dear... Sorry, Gina, I don't think I agree with your vision quite that much...
Gina:
Well anyway. Wotever ya think about that, Toby 'ere is Britain's first police dog! I found 'im down the East End the other day. Someone 'ad just chucked 'im out on the street.
Ryunosuke:
(There you go. I knew she'd lifted him from somewhere...)
Susato:
Oh Gina, you're such a kind-hearted soul, aren't you? To children and to animals!
Present
Great Exhibition Newspaper
Gina:
There were a bunch of reporters at the trial today, eh? One of 'em got a sketch of me in the witness stand!
Ryunosuke:
Oh really?
Gina:
Yeah, I looked pretty good, right? An' that testimony o' mine was spot on!
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure that 'spot on' is quite the right description...
Gina:
And look, it was in the special edition an' all! I bought a copy.
Susato:
Oh, that's a lovely picture of you, Gina!
Ryunosuke:
But I thought you couldn't read?
Gina:
Wot d'ya take me for? I'm crammin' every day!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I see...
Gina:
I started at 'A'...an' I've already got all the way to 'E'!
Ryunosuke:
...It could be a long journey for you.
Photograph of the Balloon
Ryunosuke:
Gina, have a look at this photograph...
Gina:
It's amazin' lookin' down on everyfin' from up there. I love 'igh places, me.
Ryunosuke:
Really? If I'm honest, I can't stand looking down at the ground when I'm high up. I always have to look up.
Gina:
Shame, I wanted to show ya wot it's like. But there ain't no point now.
Ryunosuke:
...Why not?
Gina:
If all yer gonna do is look up at the sky, I ain't gonna be able to look down on ya- Wiv ya, sorry. I mean, I don't look down on ya or nuffin'. If ya don't wanna do it, it's your choice.
Ryunosuke:
I didn't think I'd ever go up in a balloon, to be honest. Not in my whole life. But now I'm starting to think I might like to...
Drebber's Card (after examining smudge on back and clearing all Converse options in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower)
Ryunosuke:
About this, Gina...
Gina:
...Yeah, I'm...still learnin' me letters at the moment. I only know 'A' to 'E'! So if it ain't too much bleedin' trouble?!
Susato:
Ah, actually, Gina, it's the back of the card that's important.
Gina:
Eh? 'Ow come? There's just a dirty old smudge on the back, that's all.
Susato:
It turns out that this is very high-quality French machine oil. It has a very particular scent, apparently.
Gina:
You don't say! Let's 'ave a whiff then... ......... You sure? I don't smell nuffin'.
Ryunosuke:
No no, we didn't mean that YOU should smell it!
Gina:
Oh, right! Ya mean Toby!
Toby:
Woof!
Ryunosuke:
His sense of smell is so good, he can track people over the oceans, can't he?
Susato:
Professor Harebrayne informs us that this oil is unique to Mr Drebber's workshop.
Toby:
*Sniff sniff sniff* *Sniff sniff sniff*
Ryunosuke:
(I think he's picked up a scent...)
Gina:
So ya mean, if 'e follows the scent o' this oil... ...Toby could lead us to that dodgy cove's workshop?!
Susato:
That's right! That's exactly what we were hoping.
Gina:
Alright then, we'll give it a go! I'll just borrow that.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? Wait, when did you...? (Once a pickpocket...)
Gina:
If I can lead everyone to that Drebber's workshop... ...I'll be the boss's boss before next week!
Susato:
Oh yes, Gina! I'm sure you'll be promoted!
Ryunosuke:
(Poor, poor Gregson...)
After clearing all Converse options in British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office then clearing all Converse options in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower:
Gina:
Right then, 'Oddo! Leave it to me.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gina:
We're gonna get goin' after that dodgy engineer cove right this minute. Oh, but 'ang on... Someone's s'posed to be on guard duty 'ere all the time.
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid we can't help. We need to get on with our investigation as well, Gina.
Gina:
Oh...right. Oh well, never mind. It ain't gonna be me wot gets it in the neck. It'll be the boss.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor, poor Gregson again...)
Gina:
Ready Toby? Got that oil scent, 'ave ya? Come on then, boy! See ya later!
Susato:
I do hope the scent of that oil leads them to that swindler's workshop.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I hope so too. Ideally before the dog swims across the Channel to France.
23rd October
The Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage
Susato:
Oh my! So this is the machine... ...that was used to deceive people into thinking instantaneous kinesis had taken place.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. Or rather it WAS the machine. It's a little worse for wear at the moment...
Susato:
What extraordinary lengths Professor Harebrayne went to in order to obtain the research grant.
Ryunosuke:
No no no! The professor was tricked as well. He didn't know anything about it.
Susato:
Yes, of course. ...It is amazing, though, isn't it? The scale of the whole affair is so very British.
Ryunosuke:
You're right about that. You'd never see such a grand deception in Japan, that's for sure.
Susato:
Oh look...is that... ...Lord van Zieks?
Ryunosuke:
......... ...So, I think we're more or less done here, aren't we? Shall we, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Already?
Ryunosuke:
He IS the Reaper, remember. We'd do well to keep our distance, I think.
Susato:
But we have permission to be here! From the top! We're perfectly well allowed to investigate this machine... as long as we don't touch anything.
Ryunosuke:
From the top? Do you mean Lord Stronghart?
Susato:
Exactly. So we can stay here and stare at this wreckage for as long as we like!
Ryunosuke:
(She could have been at the centre of the explosion here and it wouldn't have bent her steel will...)
Examine
Barok van Zieks
Ryunosuke:
......... (Ugh... 'Least Approachable Man in the World' winner, ten years in a row...)
Susato:
Be strong, Mr Naruhodo! Your country and your assistant stand firm behind you!
Ryunosuke:
Um...Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
......... What?
Ryunosuke:
Erm...well... Beautiful weather we're having, isn't it?
Van Zieks:
......... I thought I was making it quite clear that I didn't want to be disturbed. Apparently you Nipponese are unequipped to read the signs.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh, I read them...)
Van Zieks:
So? What are you doing here? Entry to this area is prohibited.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...well, the thing is...
Susato:
Lord Chief Justice Stronghart granted us permission to investigate. On the condition that we didn't disturb anything.
Van Zieks:
...And yet you've managed to disturb me.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
Never mind. State your business, then.
Ryunosuke:
(Come to think of it... ...there are quite a few things I'd like to ask Lord van Zieks about. Not least of which is that awful case, even though it's nothing to do with this.)
Susato:
Ask away, Mr Naruhodo! You won't know unless you try!
Your brother Klint
Ryunosuke:
So...Klint...
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
...was the name of your older brother, I understand, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
You Nipponese... I always have to be on guard whenever you're around. So, you've been investigating me, have you?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! No no, it's not like that. (Well alright, it is a bit like that...)
Van Zieks:
......... My older brother was also a prosecutor. He was the pride of the van Zieks family. But tragically...a vicious killer took him from us.
Ryunosuke:
The Professor, you mean?
Van Zieks:
......... Heh heh heh...
Ryunosuke:
Is, is something funny?
Van Zieks:
That's the extent of what you've discovered, is it? I shouldn't be surprised.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? (There's more to it, then?)
Van Zieks:
Lacklustre work is very much your trademark, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... You're too kind. Are you going to tar all 'Nipponese' with the same brush next?)
Van Zieks:
So tell me...what's your interest in that historic incident?
Susato:
As it happens, Lord van Zieks, there's a rather curious case that's come to our attention.
Van Zieks:
...?
Susato:
Are you aware of the Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxwork, by any chance?
Van Zieks:
I am, naturally. I believe that since last month, I feature in one of the displays there. For public scorn.
Ryunosuke:
(Of course the infamous Reaper of the Bailey would have to be exhibited, wouldn't he?)
Susato:
Well, a particular waxwork has been stolen from the place...and held for ransom.
Van Zieks:
A particular waxwork? Which- Wait! You mean...?!
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It's the Professor. Mr Sholmes is investigating the case as we speak.
Van Zieks:
......... I...was unaware of that.
Ryunosuke:
(He's turned as white as a sheet...)
Enoch Drebber
Ryunosuke:
Are the police trying to locate the engineer, Mr Drebber, already?
Van Zieks:
Surely that goes without saying.
Ryunosuke:
We're very keen to see him found as well. The trouble is, we don't have much to go on aside from the description of the man we heard in court earlier.
Susato:
Which, according to Professor Harebrayne... ...was of a tall, thin gentleman who has straight, white hair and wears a black monocle.
Ryunosuke:
So...I was just wondering... I mean, I realise it's probably not possible, but...erm...
Susato:
We'd very much appreciate any more clues you can give us!
Ryunosuke:
(Wow. Susato-san...really knows how to take the bull by the horns...)
Van Zieks:
......... Fine. Why not? I have a photograph of the man here from an investigation ten years ago. Though it appears he already had that black monocle at the time.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...no, nothing. I, I was just surprised that you shared that with us.
Van Zieks:
We all need the man's testimony in court tomorrow. Which means we have to do everything we possibly can to track him down in the short time available. ...So why wouldn't I show you the photograph?
Ryunosuke:
......... (What is it about Lord van Zieks? Sometimes I just can't work him out at all.)
Van Zieks:
.........
The photograph of Drebber has been entered into the Court Record.
Enoch Drebber (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Are the police trying to locate the engineer, Mr Drebber, already?
Van Zieks:
Surely that goes without saying.
Ryunosuke:
We're very keen to see him found as well. The trouble is, we don't have much to go on aside from the description of the man we heard in court earlier.
Susato:
Which, according to Professor Harebrayne... ...was of a tall, thin gentleman who has straight, white hair and wears a black monocle.
Ryunosuke:
So...I was just wondering... I mean, I realise it's probably not possible, but...erm...
Susato:
We'd very much appreciate any more clues you can give us!
Ryunosuke:
(Wow. Susato-san...really knows how to take the bull by the horns...)
Van Zieks:
......... Fine. Why not? I have a photograph of the man here from an investigation ten years ago. Though it appears he already had that black monocle at the time.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...no, nothing. I, I was just surprised that you shared that with us.
Van Zieks:
We all need the man's testimony in court tomorrow. Which means we have to do everything we possibly can to track him down in the short time available. ...So why wouldn't I show you the photograph?
Ryunosuke:
......... (What is it about Lord van Zieks? Sometimes I just can't work him out at all.)
Van Zieks:
.........
Large machine
Susato:
What a terrible explosion it must have been... Even the steel girders have buckled and twisted in the blast.
Ryunosuke:
And what they call the 'birdcage' was right in the middle of it all, just here.
Susato:
But look, Mr Naruhodo. That metal grille on the floor... ...looks as though it's designed to open.
Ryunosuke:
It does...doesn't it? (If the floor had opened at the precise moment the explosion occurred... ...the birdcage could have dropped through and disappeared from sight.)
Susato:
I don't think there's any doubt that this was a very elaborate hoax, is there?
Large cage
Ryunosuke:
This...wasn't here yesterday.
Susato:
Really? But if I'm not mistaken... ...it's the cage in which the victim was standing before he was apparently 'beamed' through the air.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. The birdcage. According to what Professor Harebrayne said in court, it's made of wood.
Susato:
Or more precisely...Japanese cypress, I think. And despite having been in an explosion and then falling from a great height, it's relatively unharmed. What wonderfully durable construction, wouldn't you say, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I'd understood that the Forensic Investigation Team had taken it away yesterday to examine it. I suppose they must have brought it back here when they'd finished their work...
Susato:
But sadly not with the body inside it.
Ryunosuke:
...No, that's right. (I know we were given strict instructions not to touch anything, but still... ...this is too important a piece of evidence to overlook. We might need it for the trial!)
The birdcage from the machine has been entered into the Court Record.
Large cage (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
This...wasn't here yesterday.
Susato:
Really? But if I'm not mistaken... ...it's the cage in which the victim was standing before he was apparently 'beamed' through the air.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. The birdcage. According to what Professor Harebrayne said in court, it's made of wood.
Susato:
Or more precisely...Japanese cypress, I think. And despite having been in an explosion and then falling from a great height, it's relatively unharmed. What wonderfully durable construction, wouldn't you say, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I'd understood that the Forensic Investigation Team had taken it away yesterday to examine it. I suppose they must have brought it back here when they'd finished their work...
Susato:
But sadly not with the body inside it.
Ryunosuke:
...No, that's right.
Building in background
Susato:
Oh, isn't it exhilarating? All this different architecture from all corners of the world!
Ryunosuke:
It does make you feel a bit like an explorer, doesn't it? I know it's all subjective, but the onion-shaped roofs have rather caught my attention, personally.
Susato:
...It IS very subjective, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Japanese buildings, with their wood and paper construction, have excellent ventilation. And I've realised that British buildings, being made from brick and stone, are very strong and long-lasting. The more you know about how things are done in other countries, the more you understand your own, I feel.
Susato:
Oh yes, I do agree with you there!
Ryunosuke:
But I can't help wondering what an onion does for the roof of a building... I mean, I suppose it's playing on my mind because I don't like the taste of onions.
Susato:
...You really oughtn't let your taste in vegetables dictate your taste in roofs, Mr Naruhodo.
Ferris wheel
Susato:
I hear that a ride on the Ferris wheel is a favourite romantic outing among young London couples.
Ryunosuke:
I think the romance would be slightly spoilt by the abject terror, personally. But then I'm not a Londoner.
Susato:
...Are you a little scared of heights, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
It's not that I'm scared, not at all! It's just that staying on the ground seems so much safer.
Susato:
Well, perhaps I shall have to ask Iris and Mr Sholmes to accompany me on it, in that case.
Ryunosuke:
......... When you put it like that, part of me does want to give it a try...
Susato:
Oh dear... It is complicated for you, isn't it?
Top of large machine
Susato:
Look at that horn-shaped transmitting device. Isn't it amazing?
Ryunosuke:
That's exactly what I thought when I first saw it.
Susato:
It makes you think, doesn't it? If only it had just been a normal horn, none of this would have happened.
Ryunosuke:
That's almost exactly what I thought as well! I bet I can predict what you're going to say next in that case. You're about to say 'nothing ever goes to plan', aren't you?
Susato:
Oh no. I would never say something like that.
Hot air balloons
Ryunosuke:
However much I look at them, I just can't come to terms with those temari handballs floating in the sky.
Susato:
You've been glaring at them constantly since we came up here.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry. The feelings of wanting to ride in one and wanting never to set foot in one are fighting it out inside me.
Susato:
But if you don't look where you're walking, you might fall from the stage.
Ryunosuke:
I don't think I'd notice. That's how fiercely the battle inside me is raging.
Susato:
...I think you should make peace with riding in one, Mr Naruhodo. It really would be much safer that way.
Examine evidence
Wooden 'Birdcage'
Hole in cage or cracked wood
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look here, Miss Susato...
Susato:
Oh yes, the wood's cracked and broken a little. I suppose because it fell from such a height?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, from the height at which the balloon was flying, down into the Crystal Tower below. A fall of about thirty feet. ...Or nine metres.
Susato:
Leaving the man inside tragically dead.
The details of the wooden birdcage have been updated in the Court Record.
Hole in cage or cracked wood (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look here, Miss Susato...
Susato:
Oh yes, the wood's cracked and broken a little. I suppose because it fell from such a height?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, from the height at which the balloon was flying, down into the Crystal Tower below. A fall of about thirty feet. ...Or nine metres.
Susato:
Leaving the man inside tragically dead.
After clearing all Converse options with Barok van Zieks:
???:
.........
Van Zieks:
...Ah, the file I requested for the trial tomorrow. Thank you.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...Are you alright?
Susato:
Who, who is this man, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks's apprentice, apparently. (So I'm not the only one. Susato-san can see it too...)
Susato:
Um...Lord van Zieks... ...may we speak with your apprentice for a moment?
Van Zieks:
With him? ...Why?
Apprentice:
.........
Susato:
Kazuma-sama!
Apprentice:
......... ...Kazu...ma...?
Ryunosuke:
...! (I don't believe it!)
Susato:
Your, your posture... Your presence... It can only be... It's you...isn't it, Kazuma-sama?!
Apprentice:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(I felt something strange the very first time I encountered this cloaked figure. As if I knew him somehow... Can it...? Can it really be you, Kazuma?) W-W-Wait! (Too late...)
Van Zieks:
What's going on here?
Examine
Barok van Zieks
Your apprentice
Van Zieks:
What is your interest in my apprentice exactly? You act as if you know the man or something.
Ryunosuke:
Well, um...
Susato:
Since when has he been in your care?! I don't recall you having an apprentice before I left Britain six months ago.
Van Zieks:
Lord Stronghart introduced him to me about three months ago now. With instructions to mentor him as a prosecutor.
Ryunosuke:
But he didn't tell you why, did he?
Van Zieks:
......... The man appears to be suffering from amnesia. He's forgotten every last detail about himself.
Susato:
He has amnesia?!
Van Zieks:
Tomorrow he will appear in court at my side.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
He's to serve as my judicial assistant. On Lord Stronghart's orders.
Ryunosuke:
(He'll...be in court with us...?)
Van Zieks:
Now then, unless I'm much mistaken, I believe this conversation has run its course...
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Yes, um, thank you. (I definitely saw a reaction there... When Susato-san called out like that, it really seemed to hit a nerve... When she called out 'Kazuma-sama'...)
Susato:
.........
After examining large machine and large cage, and clearing all Converse options with Barok van Zieks:
Susato:
......... You'd already met that masked man, hadn't you, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Yesterday, in fact. At Lord van Zieks's office.
Susato:
I see... ......... And if...if Kazuma-sama really is still alive... ...it means that Mr Sholmes lied to us.
Ryunosuke:
...I know. (We're going to need to speak to him about that.)
Van Zieks:
You're going to have to leave now.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
The Forensic Investigation Team are due to arrive shortly. If they find you here, it will...cause problems.
Ryunosuke:
What sort of problems?
Van Zieks:
Foreign affairs problems.
Ryunosuke:
(...Well we could do without that.) Alright, we'll be on our way. Let's go, Miss Susato.
Susato:
Of course.
The Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower
Examine
Stairs
Ryunosuke:
We'd better not try going up those stairs to the stage area now. If we were to bump into the Forensics Investigation Team, it sounds like it could make trouble.
Converse
Investigating the scene
Ryunosuke:
Um, Gina... ...we were actually hoping that we could investigate the scene again...
Gina:
Yeah, alright. If it's around 'ere, ya can do wot ya like.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! That's alright, is it?
Gina:
I'm gonna be playin' wiv me new friend 'ere.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah yes, Toby...)
Toby:
Woof!
Ryunosuke:
Apparently we can't look around on the stage now because the Forensic Investigation Team are at work. Can't you do anything, Gina? In your capacity as Inspector Lestrade?
Gina:
Look, I'd like to 'elp you out. But I'm just a trainee, ain't I? Ain't nuffin' I can do.
Ryunosuke:
(When it suits you, yes...)
After clearing Converse option in Forensics Laboratory, correctly presenting Drebber's Card in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower, and examining large machine, large cage and clearing all Converse options with Barok van Zieks in Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage:
Ryunosuke:
Well, I think we've done all the investigating we can here for now. If we could just determine the whereabouts of Mr Drebber...
Susato:
I'm sure Gina and little Toby won't let us down! Now then... ...do you think we ought to try to speak with Mr Sholmes at this point? We have things to discuss and I'm dying to meet him again after all these months.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's quite possible he might know something useful, you're right. We ought to find him at Madame Tusspells. He's supposed to be working there as a temporary waxwork exhibit.
Susato:
Yes! Iris told me all about his latest unusual venture!
23rd October
Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxworks
If Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxworks is being visited for the first time, before clearing Converse option in Forensics Laboratory, correctly presenting Drebber's Card in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower, and examining wooden cage and large machine and clearing all Converse options with Barok van Zieks in Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage
Susato:
Oh my! No wonder it's called the House of Horrors... I'd like to turn on my heels and go straight home. Via the confectionery.
Ryunosuke:
(Being scared makes you crave sweets? I can understand that.)
Susato:
I was looking forward to a reunion after six months away, but... ...there's no sign of Mr Sholmes anywhere.
Ryunosuke:
That's strange. He should be here investigating the abduction of the waxwork... Oh well. I suppose we'll just have to come back again later.
If Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxworks is being visited for the first time, after clearing Converse option in Forensics Laboratory, correctly presenting Drebber's Card in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower, and examining wooden cage and large machine and clearing all Converse options with Barok van Zieks in Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage
Susato:
Oh my! No wonder it's called the House of Horrors... I'd like to turn on my heels and go straight home. Via the confectionery.
Ryunosuke:
(Being scared makes you crave sweets? I can understand that.)
Susato:
But you know, there's something about that waxwork over there... It looks exactly like Mr Sholmes down to the very last detail!
Ryunosuke:
Aha!
Susato:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, sorry. I think you'll find... (...that's the temporary waxwork himself...)
Tusspells:
Ah, the friend of my dedicated employee...
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, hello again. It's Ryunosuke. Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Tusspells:
I must say, I am quite spellbound by the great detective. He is a marvel. My precious waxwork is already back where it belongs.
Ryunosuke:
You, you don't mean...?
Tusspells:
But yes! The mystery is solved already.
Ryunosuke:
(Wow. Mr Sholmes can really engage his brain when he's hungry enough...)
Tusspells:
So as you can see, he has returned to his...habitual duties.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes.
Susato:
His...habitual duties...?
Tusspells:
Alors...do not disturb, uh?
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Susato-san. She looks very perplexed.)
If Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxworks has already been visited, after clearing Converse option in Forensics Laboratory, correctly presenting Drebber's Card in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower, and examining wooden cage and large machine and clearing all Converse options with Barok van Zieks in Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage
Susato:
Here we are again at the House of Horrors. I'm afraid I haven't got used to the place yet. I'd still like to turn on my heels and go straight home. Via the confectionery, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san really is after something sweet today, isn't she?)
Susato:
...Eek!
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter?
Susato:
Look, Mr Naruhodo! Look at that waxwork! ...I'm quite sure it wasn't there before... It looks exactly like Mr Sholmes down to the very last detail!
Ryunosuke:
Aha!
Susato:
What is it?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, sorry. I think you'll find... (...that's the temporary waxwork himself...)
Tusspells:
Ah, the friend of my dedicated employee...
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes, hello again. It's Ryunosuke. Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Tusspells:
I must say, I am quite spellbound by the great detective. He is a marvel. My precious waxwork is already back where it belongs.
Ryunosuke:
You, you don't mean...?
Tusspells:
But yes! The mystery is solved already.
Ryunosuke:
(Wow. Mr Sholmes can really engage his brain when he's hungry enough...)
Tusspells:
So as you can see, he has returned to his...habitual duties.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes.
Susato:
His...habitual duties...?
Tusspells:
Alors...do not disturb, uh?
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Susato-san. She looks very perplexed.)
Examine
Bathtub or women in left exhibit
Susato:
Oh, what a horrifying scene! A murderer caught in the grisly act!
Ryunosuke:
I know. And in case you were wondering, it's the one with the big knife that's supposed to be the killer.
Susato:
I...don't think anybody would be in any doubt about that, surely?
Ryunosuke:
And did you know that according to the description, the bathtub at the back has no particular significance.
Susato:
What?! Really? I would have thought it was meant to show that the killer also worked in a bathhouse peddling criminal wares.
Ryunosuke:
(Aha! We have a new theory...)
Curtain in middle exhibit
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, the heavy curtains in the middle of the House of Horrors... Whatever's on the other side of them, you just know it's going to be terrifying, don't you?
Susato:
The sign says it's the Madame Tusspells Special Exhibit. It seems you have to pay extra to go inside.
Ryunosuke:
I know! Can you believe that?! Pay more money, as if we haven't been scared enough already!
Susato:
...It's not my doing, Mr Naruhodo.
Man or empty chair in middle-right exhibit
Ryunosuke:
That old policeman isn't here now, obviously. I still can't believe he just happened to be on the jury, though.
Susato:
I'd understood that London has a population of six million people. And yet... ...you do seem to run into the same people disproportionately often, don't you?
Ladder
Susato:
Ah, there's a stepladder there, look.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Yes... A stepladder...
Susato:
I think perhaps we should let the proprietress know that someone's left it out. The stepladder, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Is something wrong?
Ryunosuke:
(Why do I feel as though I just managed to sidestep an argument...?)
Man in top hat or woman in right exhibit
Susato:
......... This one's posture reveals his weakness.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
The killer's stance leaves him wide open to attack. I'm quite sure I could see him off... ...with a Susato Takedown, then a Susato Squash and finally a Susato Smash.
Ryunosuke:
R-Right...
Susato:
And if that doesn't render the culprit unconscious, a Susato Slam should finish him.
Ryunosuke:
A, a Susato Slam?
Susato:
Oh! I'm sorry, it's...rather hard to explain. Leave yourself open slightly, and I'll demonstrate...
Ryunosuke:
...Absolutely not.
Herlock Sholmes (after clearing Converse option in Forensics Laboratory, correctly presenting Drebber's Card in Great Exhibition Grounds, Foot of the Crystal Tower, and examining wooden cage and large machine and clearing all Converse options with Barok van Zieks in Great Exhibition Grounds, Experimentation Stage)
Leads to:
"We really do need to speak with Mr Sholmes, and I am longing to say hello again..."
Susato:
We really do need to speak with Mr Sholmes, and I am longing to say hello again... ...but where is he?
Ryunosuke:
......... I think you might find...that he's quite nearby, actually.
Susato:
Oh! What, what do you...?
Sholmes:
Indeed, my dear fellows...it is I! The world-famous great detective and waxwork... Herlock Sholmes!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Susato-san! Susato-saaaaaan!
Sholmes:
My most humble apologies...
Susato:
I thought I'd died and gone to eternal paradise for a moment...via London.
Sholmes:
My dear madam...allow me to make amends by offering you a tasty free deduction at some point.
Ryunosuke:
...As long as it's not of questionable street food quality.
Susato:
I don't understand. Why are you working as a waxwork here, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Merely a secret identity, you understand. Though the case is largely solved now.
Susato:
Largely solved?
Ryunosuke:
We're talking about the waxwork abduction, I presume?
Sholmes:
Indeed we are, my good fellow. As I predicted, it was as easy as proverbial pie. Though I confess...I'm yet to partake of a pie, proverbial or otherwise. Or any food so far today for that matter.
......... *Rumble rumble rumble*
Ryunosuke:
(That stomach rumble echoed around the whole museum...) So how did you manage to solve it so quickly?
Sholmes:
Ah, well, do remember I said it was largely solved. Anyway, I simply negotiated with the culprit. Are you familiar with the so-called 'telephone'?
Susato:
Oh yes! It's a most modern invention, allowing you to hold a conversation with people far away. In Japan, only the imperial capital and a handful of other cities are connected as yet.
Sholmes:
This morning, a telephone call was received here from the perpetrator of the abduction. As such, I was able to negotiate terms, and in the end, the waxwork was returned.
Ryunosuke:
That's amazing!
Sholmes:
Just between you and I... ...it would appear the culprit had always intended to return the stolen waxwork in any event.
Susato:
Oh! But...I thought whoever was responsible had demanded a ransom, no?
Sholmes:
Yes. I think perhaps... ...the ransom demand was necessary to avoid unwanted suspicion regarding the true motive.
Susato:
But...does that not mean... ...your negotiating was entirely unnecessary?
Sholmes:
......... A fact that I must ask you to keep from Madame Tusspells at all costs! A hungry young Iris awaits my return to Baker Street, after all.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Iris...)
Sholmes:
Now then, do I sense that you have some business with this great waxwork?
Converse
Enoch Drebber
Ryunosuke:
We're in the process of trying to track somebody down.
Sholmes:
Oh?
Susato:
Yes, a man by the name of Enoch Drebber. He's the swindler who duped Professor Harebrayne, and the engineer who built the kinesis machine.
Sholmes:
A swindler and an engineer? Quite the modern man.
Ryunosuke:
He also seems to be a conjuror of sorts, too, with considerable knowledge of stage magic. We really need to locate him before the trial resumes tomorrow morning. But we have so few clues to go on, that's the trouble. ...Do you have any good ideas?
Sholmes:
I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to have good ideas before one has data. If I knew something of the man's appearance, at least, I may be in a better position to help.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, Drebber's appearance...)
Sholmes:
Fortunately for you, however, presently I have little to occupy myself and little to fill my stomach. As soon as you find any clue - no matter how small - I should gladly give you my thoughts on it.
Kazuma's death
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes...did you lie to us?
Sholmes:
My dear Mr Naruhodo...stay that piercing stare. What is this about?
Susato:
Last winter, when we were first on our way to Britain aboard the steamship... ...your words were very clear:
Sholmes:
'So then...let us unravel this mystery... ...and discover what events led to this curious murder.'
Susato:
You told us that it was murder. And you examined Kazuma-sama's body.
Sholmes:
Indeed. And wherein lies the problem?
Ryunosuke:
We met him earlier today. The 'victim', Kazuma Asogi.
Sholmes:
......... You're quite sure?
Susato:
He...was wearing some sort of mask, and was apparently suffering from amnesia. But yes, I'm quite sure. It was Kazuma-sama.
Sholmes:
.........
Susato:
You must have known at the time, Mr Sholmes. That he...wasn't actually dead.
Sholmes:
......... Well, I can only assume I was swept up in the murderous atmosphere of the moment. But the fellow wasn't dead at all? Ah ha ha ha ha hah! Priceless! ...I don't suppose that performance would pass muster, would it, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I could believe that the crewmen present at the time made a mistake. But not you...Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
......... I will now tell you something of the first importance, my dear fellow: Great detectives are wont to lie. ...It will serve you well to remember that.
Ryunosuke:
Please, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
Tomorrow in court, you will find yourself on the threshold of a very great mystery. For now, I'm afraid that is all I can say.
Present
Photograph of the Victim or Wooden 'Birdcage'
Sholmes:
Odie Asman... Yes, a fearsome adversary.
Ryunosuke:
What? You, you mean you've fought him?
Sholmes:
I once infiltrated his criminal organisation in order to investigate the man and his activities. But he saw through my disguise instantly. I still remember what the man said to me now.
Ryunosuke:
...What was it?
Sholmes:
'Whoever saw such a tall old lady?'
Ryunosuke:
......... Old lady?
Sholmes:
Indeed! But my special disguise hasn't seen the light of day again since that humiliation. Mrs Minicle is retired!
Ryunosuke:
(Mrs Minicle? I would give my right arm to see that!)
Photograph of Drebber (after clearing "Enoch Drebber" Converse option)
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, would you cast your eyes over this photographic print?
Susato:
It's of Mr Enoch Drebber... The face of the engineer we seek.
Sholmes:
Well, all Englishmen look broadly the same, of course. So looking at the photograph won't...be particularly...... instructive.........
Ryunosuke:
Are you alright, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
......... Ah. Yes, forgive me. Very interesting, this. Very interesting, indeed.
Susato:
What's wrong, Mr Sholmes? You've turned quite pale all of a sudden...
After clearing all Converse options and presenting Photograph of Drebber:
Sholmes:
I have a suggestion, Mr Naruhodo! Will you indulge me?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Well...what is it?
Sholmes:
As I explained to you when you arrived, the missing waxwork has been returned. And I personally reinstalled it in the exhibit from which it was taken...behind those thick curtains.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, yes... The 'Professor' exhibit, isn't it?
Sholmes:
Would you like to see it? For a mere five shillings? ...That's a special, one-time-only price, you understand.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
The opportunity won't come again, I might add. Wouldn't you like to see the fruits of my labour?
Susato:
Oh! Well, we do have a rather pressing investigation to carry out. Perhaps we could postpone...?
Sholmes:
The price is a very reasonable five shilling. I think you'll find it's well worth it.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Are you...? Are you being quite serious, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Surely you need only look at my expression to ascertain if this is seriousness or silliness?
Ryunosuke:
(I can never tell with you, that's the point.)
Susato:
Very well, it couldn't hurt. Here's your five shillings.
Sholmes:
...Gratefully received. So, the special exhibit awaits behind the curtain. I invite you to peruse it at your leisure.
Susato:
Well, the money's been spent, so... Let's go and see the special exhibit!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, through those heavy curtains at last...)
Examine
Curtain in middle exhibit
Ryunosuke:
Five shillings we've had to pay... It doesn't seem right somehow that Mr Sholmes slipped the money into his own pocket, does it?
Susato:
No... Ah! We could ask Gina to retrieve it for us. Using her special skills.
Ryunosuke:
Pickpocketing police officers and diddling detectives... Is this what makes Britain 'Great'? Not to mention demigod prosecutors taking the law into their own hands or chip-loving inspectors.
Susato:
...Inspector Gregson comes off rather well in that list, I think.
Leads to "Madame Tusspells Special Exhibit" location
Herlock Sholmes
Ryunosuke:
He's gone back to his wax 'work'...
Susato:
Oh yes! Mr Sholmes is renowned as being a master of disguise, you know.
Ryunosuke:
...Does pretending to be a waxwork count as a disguise?
23rd October
Madame Tusspells Special Exhibit
Susato:
Oh dear... I, I felt a shiver run down my spine as soon as we walked in here.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! I say we turn on our heels and go straight home...via a really big confectionery!
Susato:
We...we certainly can't do that. We've paid five shillings already!
Ryunosuke:
...True. Actually, now I'm looking a little more closely... ...we've paid good money to see an exhibit that's clearly incomplete...! The nerve of the great diddling detective is far more terrifying than anything else in this place!
Susato:
This must be what Mr Sholmes meant when he said the case was 'largely solved'.
Ryunosuke:
(Be that as it may... ...Mr Sholmes heavily implied there'd be a clue about the engineer in here, didn't he? But where...?) Since we've paid five shillings, let's do five shillings' worth of investigation, shall we?
Susato:
Yes, we, we will get what we paid for!
Ryunosuke:
(Is that fear or frustration...that's making Susato-san's voice tremble?)
Examine
Figure on left, shovel, or lantern
Susato:
This part of the exhibit is just as disturbing as the rest. It looks so real...
Ryunosuke:
It seems to be a young man in a white overcoat.
Susato:
And he has a large shovel in his hand, too, look.
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps we should investigate in a little more detail...)
Examine face
Ryunosuke:
I can't see his face very well, can you? Perhaps if I just... 
Susato:
Oh! Do, do you think you should be manhandling the exhibits, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I'll put it back exactly as it was, don't worry.
Leads to:
"Ah!"
Examine camera
Ryunosuke:
What's this here?
Susato:
Well, this would appear to be a lens in the middle, so... ...I believe it's probably a camera.
Ryunosuke:
A, a camera! But it's so small! British technology is incredible, isn't it? I mean, what about Mr Sholmes's skin prints?
Susato:
...I think perhaps you should treat Mr Sholmes's inventions as...exceptions to the rule. But anyway, why would the man be in a graveyard at night with a camera?
Ryunosuke:
I, I wonder... Perhaps he was trying to capture the moment a dead body came back as a ghost on film!
Susato:
......... We'll just borrow this for a little while, I think.
The camera has been entered into the Court Record.
Susato:
By looking at the photographic plate inside the camera, we can see what picture was taken.
Ryunosuke:
What's a photographic plate?
Susato:
It's a piece of glass coated in a special emulsion that reacts to the light coming in through the lens. If we open the cover at the back of the camera, we should find it. Let's have a look!
Ryunosuke:
(You should see yourself, Susato-san. Your eyes are shining. You really do like machinery, don't you?)
Examine camera (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
What's this here?
Susato:
Well, this would appear to be a lens in the middle, so... ...I believe it's probably a camera.
Ryunosuke:
A, a camera! But it's so small! British technology is incredible, isn't it? I mean, what about Mr Sholmes's skin prints?
Susato:
...I think perhaps you should treat Mr Sholmes's inventions as...exceptions to the rule. But anyway, why would the man be in a graveyard at night with a camera?
Ryunosuke:
I, I wonder... Perhaps he was trying to capture the moment a dead body came back as a ghost on film!
Susato:
......... We'll just borrow this for a little while, I think. By looking at the photographic plate inside the camera, we can see what picture was taken.
Ryunosuke:
What's a photographic plate?
Susato:
It's a piece of glass coated in a special emulsion that reacts to the light coming in through the lens. If we open the cover at the back of the camera, we should find it. Let's have a look!
Ryunosuke:
(You should see yourself, Susato-san. Your eyes are shining. You really do like machinery, don't you?)
Examine shovel
Susato:
What a large shovel... He's holding it rather ominously, isn't he? What on earth was the man doing with a shovel in a graveyard in the middle of the night?
Ryunosuke:
Um...Miss Susato...
Susato:
Yes?
Ryunosuke:
That's...a spade, isn't it?
Susato:
......... No, it's a shovel.
Ryunosuke:
No no, shovels are for digging. That's for scooping up loose material. It's a spade.
Susato:
We've been through this, Mr Naruhodo. It's a shovel.
Ryunosuke:
No no no. Although...we haven't considered trowels...
Susato:
......... We've allowed ourselves to be distracted, I feel. Perhaps we should concentrate on what the man was doing with the implement.
Ryunosuke:
(So we're going to bury the hatchet?) You're right, though... What was the man doing in the graveyard in the first place, that's the real question.
Examine lantern
Ryunosuke:
That's quite a large lamp the man's carrying. Or is it a lantern? It's not unlike a Japanese chochin paper lantern actually, is it?
Susato:
Lamp, lantern, chochin... The point is it casts very little light. To be walking alone in a graveyard at night with only this... Well, I certainly couldn't do it.
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure I could visit a graveyard at all, even in broad daylight, to be honest.
Tombstone
Ryunosuke:
It doesn't matter if they're here in Britain or Japan, graveyards are scary.
Susato:
Now I come to think of it, this is the first time I've seen a British grave. According to what I've read, the custom in Britain is to bury the dead as they are, without cremation.
Ryunosuke:
Whaaat?! But, but if you do that... ...you might accidentally bury people while they're still alive!
Susato:
I'm not sure that would be worse than accidentally incinerating people while they're still alive.
Ryunosuke:
......... I think we can both agree that it's best not to be still alive when our time comes, then.
Susato:
...And what am I to say to that?
Headless figure
Susato:
This must be the killer! The fiend known as the Professor!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think so. According to what Madame Tusspells said... ...he killed five victims, all of noble or royal blood.
Susato:
The waxwork is so lifelike, isn't it? Like all the models in this place.
Ryunosuke:
I know. It looks like it could start moving at any moment, doesn't it? ...If only it had a head, that is. (Perhaps we should examine it in a little more detail...)
Examine neck
Susato:
So this is the condemned man...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. The so-called 'Professor'.
Susato:
Then, then perhaps... ...his head was ch-chopped off by a guillotine! But, but unable to find peace, he, he emerged from his grave as a headless g-g-ghost!
Ryunosuke:
...Do, do we have to entertain such terrifying ideas, Miss Susato? Anyway, I'm sure the model had a head once. There's a metal fitting for it, see?
Susato:
Then...perhaps Mr Sholmes absent-mindedly forgot to reattach it?
Ryunosuke:
That's an extremely absent-minded detective you're describing, isn't it?
Susato:
Or perhaps... ...the thief absent-mindedly forgot to include the head when he or she returned it to the museum?
Ryunosuke:
And that would be an extremely absent-minded thief. (Could there have been some reason why only the head wasn't returned?) Well, whatever the reason... ...it means we don't know what the face of the infamous Professor looked liked, do we? ......... Oh... There's something caught just inside the convict's jacket here... It...looks like a piece of broken glass. (And quite a big piece, too.)
Susato:
It's very thick, isn't it? About five times thicker than normal window glazing, I'd say.
Ryunosuke:
Where could such a thick piece of glass have come from, I wonder...?
Susato:
I suppose it must have been made thick to increase its strength?
Ryunosuke:
But why?
Susato:
Well, perhaps... ...because the glass had to span a particularly wide area. Such as in a big building, for example.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...well we've seen a large glass building recently, haven't we? And some of the glass was broken, too.
Susato:
You don't mean...!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. The Crystal Tower at the Great Exhibition.
Susato:
But why would glass from the Crystal Tower be lodged inside this waxwork's jacket?
Ryunosuke:
It makes you think, doesn't it?
The piece of broken glass has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Earlier in court we established that the kinesis experiment was a trick. And now we discover this fragment of glass here in this waxwork. ...Is it just a coincidence?)
Examine neck (subsequent times)
Susato:
So this is the condemned man...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. The so-called 'Professor'.
Susato:
Then, then perhaps... ...his head was ch-chopped off by a guillotine! But, but unable to find peace, he, he emerged from his grave as a headless g-g-ghost!
Ryunosuke:
...Do, do we have to entertain such terrifying ideas, Miss Susato? Anyway, I'm sure the model had a head once. There's a metal fitting for it, see?
Susato:
Then...perhaps Mr Sholmes absent-mindedly forgot to reattach it?
Ryunosuke:
That's an extremely absent-minded detective you're describing, isn't it?
Susato:
Or perhaps... ...the thief absent-mindedly forgot to include the head when he or she returned it to the museum?
Ryunosuke:
And that would be an extremely absent-minded thief. (Could there have been some reason why only the head wasn't returned?) Well, whatever the reason... ...it means we don't know what the face of the infamous Professor looked liked, do we?
Examine evidence
Piece of Broken Glass
Thickness of glass piece
Ryunosuke:
This piece of glass is almost as thick as it is wide.
Susato:
Yes, I've never seen anything like it.
Ryunosuke:
If you were to compare it to a human, only Mr Sholmes has such thick skin.
Susato:
There's really no need for such a comparison, Mr Naruhodo, as you well know.
Ryunosuke:
...Anyway, it can only be from the Crystal Tower, surely?
Susato:
Yes, I think so, too. It was probably made especially to meet the demands of that great structure.
Camera
Front lens
Susato:
What a wonderful machine!
Ryunosuke:
You really love contraptions like this, don't you?
Susato:
Oh yes! Anything mechanical I find absolutely irresistible.
Ryunosuke:
Almost irresistible, surely?
Susato:
Well, whenever I see a pocket watch, for example, I can't help myself. I simply have to take it apart.
Ryunosuke:
That's...worrying.
Susato:
Yes, Father tells the time by the rumblings of his stomach now. He's given up having a watch.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Professor Mikotoba...)
Bloodstain on bellows
Susato:
Look, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Susato:
On the bellows just here...there seem to be some very dark red stains.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right... (It looks like blood actually...)
Susato:
......... Oh, oh my...
Ryunosuke:
I'm, I'm sure it's not what you're thinking! Ha ha ha...ha.
The details of the camera have been updated in the Court Record.
Bloodstain on bellows (subsequent times)
Susato:
Look, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Susato:
On the bellows just here...there seem to be some very dark red stains.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right... (It looks like blood actually...)
Susato:
......... Oh, oh my...
Ryunosuke:
I'm, I'm sure it's not what you're thinking! Ha ha ha...ha.
Back side
Ryunosuke:
Oh look! The cover came open!
Susato:
Yes, now...there should be a glass plate inside. You have to change the plate with each new photograph you want to take, you see. .........
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong?
Susato:
There is no plate. It's been removed.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, what a pity. But I suppose if you think about it... ...this wouldn't be the actual camera that was used at the time, just like the waxwork isn't the actual person. So we'd never have found a photographic print of the executed convict coming back to life anyway.
Susato:
Oh... Yes, you're quite right of course...
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Susato-san. She looks devastated.)
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Wh-What on earth...? How can...?
Ryunosuke:
(I, I don't believe it! A black monocle!)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Is, is it possible that this man is...
Ryunosuke:
Yes... It's Enoch Drebber!
Susato:
The colour of his hair is different, but...
Ryunosuke:
...It's unmistakably him!
???:
Indeed it is.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
This man is the subject of your present hunt, I believe?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's...that's right. Just who is this man? Why is he here in this exhibit?
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And why does the convict behind him have no head?
Sholmes:
...The head was missing when the model was returned by the thief who stole it.
Ryunosuke:
(What a surprise.) So then the case isn't yet solved, is it?
Sholmes:
Did I not say so myself? 'Largely solved' were my words, I believe. But I must locate the missing head 'tout de suite' as Madame would say, or I'll be in grave trouble. A very hungry Iris still awaits my return to Baker Street... preferably with rations!
Ryunosuke:
Aaargh!
Susato:
Do you know, though... Something about this room is strange!
Ryunosuke:
Strange? What do you mean?
Susato:
Well, the displays in the House of Horrors are supposed to depict real events, are they not?
Sholmes:
Indeed they are, Miss Susato. Do go on...
Susato:
And, as terrifying as they are, the scenes in the other exhibits are believable. But this one... This surely couldn't ever really have happened, could it?
Sholmes:
......... I think it's time I educated you a little... ...about the nature of the incidents involving the Professor ten years ago.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Examine
Figure on left, shovel, or lantern
Examine face
Ryunosuke:
I can't see his face very well, can you? Perhaps if I just... 
Susato:
Oh! Do, do you think you should be manhandling the exhibits, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I'll put it back exactly as it was, don't worry. So this...is Enoch Drebber...
Susato:
What an extraordinary coincidence, coming across a model of the very man we're looking for.
Ryunosuke:
If only this waxwork was a living model like Mr Sholmes. Then we'd have found our man.
Susato:
And I would certainly have fainted again.
Converse
The resurrecting convict
Sholmes:
I believe I told you a little about the Professor yesterday, did I not? He took the lives of five victims...every one being either a member of the aristocracy or royalty. All were attacked by an enormous hunting hound and had their throats ripped from their bodies.
Susato:
Oh gosh! An enormous hound? How awful...
Sholmes:
After taking the life of his fifth victim, the killer was apprehended. It was a case of unprecedented magnitude in Britain, you understand. Accordingly... ...the Professor was tried in a closed court. No members of the public were permitted.
Ryunosuke:
A closed court? So you mean that the Professor's identity...?
Sholmes:
As you've surmised, my dear fellow. His identity was never made public. Naturally, he was found guilty, and was summarily sentenced to death by hanging. He was buried in a grave at Lowgate Cemetery, which adjoins the rear of the prison where he had been held. However...that was not the end of the affair.
Susato:
Oh!
Sholmes:
The very night that he was buried, the convicted man... came back to life.
Ryunosuke:
...! C-Came back to life?!
Sholmes:
He clawed his way out of the ground, and emerged into the moonlit graveyard. The exhibit here depicts that very scene, as described by the sole witness to those chilling events.
Ryunosuke:
There was a witness?
Sholmes:
But of course, my dear fellow. It was none other than...the young man in the white overcoat.
Ryunosuke:
(Enoch Drebber... He saw it happen?!)
The young witness
Ryunosuke:
So this is a waxwork model of Enoch Drebber...
Sholmes:
Ten years ago... ...the convicted Professor, having been gibbetted and buried, emerged from his grave in the dead of night. The sole witness to that unimaginable scene...was this young man. From appearances, I would say he was about twenty years old.
Susato:
It's so horrifying...
Sholmes:
Scared out of his wits, the young Drebber ran to a nearby police station to report the incident. And the sheer terror of what he'd seen is said to have turned his hair white overnight.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, as shown in the photograph we have of him. His hair is completely white.)
Sholmes:
For the following few days, the story of what he'd seen was on every front page in the capital. The public was frantic for every last detail about the killer who'd come back to life. As you've seen, an exhibit was even created here at Madame Tusspells.
Susato:
I can quite understand why the man's hair turned white, certainly. But what I don't understand... ...is what Mr Drebber was doing in the first place... ...in a lonely graveyard, in the middle of the night.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, what...was he up to?
Sholmes:
.........
Following the execution (appears after "The resurrecting convict" and "The young witness")
Sholmes:
The Professor's acts of terror threw London's upper classes into complete panic ten years ago. It was a great scandal, one might say...at the very highest levels of society. And since the killer's identity was never made public, rumours abounded. After all, no killer had ever before systematically employed a dog as a weapon of murder.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I can imagine the impact the case must have had.
Sholmes:
But in time, of course, the rumours abated. So too did talk of the shocking witness account of the convict who came back to life. It was forgotten. Dismissed as a dubious ghost story. As a preposterous parlour tale.
Susato:
But...but why did people stop believing it?
Sholmes:
Why, simply because there was no resurrection to speak of. As was established in fact.
Ryunosuke:
What, what do you mean by 'no resurrection'?
Sholmes:
The police investigated the grave in Lowgate Cemetery and published their findings. The convict's body was found to be buried exactly where it had been following the execution.
Susato:
No! But that would mean Mr Drebber... ...must have lied to the police and the newspapers!
Sholmes:
...That would appear to be the only logical explanation, yes. The young man subsequently vanished from society and nothing has been heard of him since. It's rather striking, then, that he should resurface now... don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
(Of course the convicted murderer couldn't really have come back to life. That's not possible. But Drebber's hair is unusually white, and if that really did happen overnight as a result of shock... ...it's hard to believe the incident was an out-and-out lie...)
Present
Photograph of Drebber
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, could you look at this photograph again?
Sholmes:
......... I see. So that's it...
Ryunosuke:
What? Have you worked something out?!
Sholmes:
There is indeed one deduction to be made from this photograph, yes. Each time you show it to me, it will cost you five shillings. Otherwise...I have nothing to add.
Ryunosuke:
...Wonderful. And nothing for me to take away either.
After clearing all Converse options, examining camera on figure on left, and examining neck of headless figure:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Gina:
W-W-Wot the bleedin' Nora, 'Oddo?! Wot 'ave you gone an' done?!
Ryunosuke:
Gina! What are you doing here?
Gina:
I, I asked Iris, and she said this is where ya'd be, so... SO!
Susato:
G-Gina! Not so loud in the museum!
Sholmes:
Madame Tusspells will have you take a position as a waxwork if you're not careful.
Ryunosuke:
I think there might be a more pressing concern!
Gina:
I, I still 'ad some flash powder left from six months ago, so... SO!
Susato:
Alright, Gina, we understand! But please...put down the gun!
Gina:
Sorry, I...I got scared.
Ryunosuke:
(You should try being the one on the other end of the barrel.) So...what brings you here, Gina?
Gina:
Wot brings me 'ere? Wot d'ya think?! We found it! We found that dodgy cove's workshop!
Ryunosuke:
What?! You found Drebber's workshop?!
Gina:
Yup! Toby's nose took me straight there! The boss an' the others are headin' over there now in a drag. So come on! Here's the address. I got the boss to write it out.
Susato:
Oh, thank you, Gina! We'll make our way there at once.
Gina:
Alright then! See ya there!
Sholmes:
...You go. Don't mind me. I'll just stay here...being still.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sholmes:
I know my place...in the exhibit over there...
Susato:
Oh dear, someone is feeling sorry for himself.
Ryunosuke:
......... Let's go, Mr Sholmes! You're coming!
Sholmes:
Your words hearten me, I must say. But if I were to shirk my duties here... ...Madame would have me pay monetary recompense and Iris's dinner plate would be empty once more.
Ryunosuke:
Forget that! I'll pay for everything!
Sholmes:
......... Then there's not a moment to lose, my dear fellow! I shall hail a carriage at once!
Ryunosuke:
(No offer to share the cost from Mr Sholmes, then...)
Susato:
I shall gladly pay half, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Miss Susato. Right, let's go!
23rd October
Enoch Drebber's Workshop
Ryunosuke:
That looks like...
Susato:
Oh! It's another super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis machine!
Sholmes:
Indeed it would appear so. Though only a prototype, naturally.
Gina:
Ah, so ya got 'ere, then?
Susato:
Gina! Well done for finding this place! And in such little time... You've really worked miracles!
Gina:
It's Toby 'ere who's the miracle worker.
Toby:
Woof!
Gregson:
Ah...I thought you lot would show up before long.
Ryunosuke:
Hello, Inspector. (That's one knitted brow... He looks like he's eating a lemon, not a bag of fish and chips...)
Susato:
So, Inspector...is there any sign of the engineer?
Gregson:
Sadly not. We didn't find a soul in here.
Susato:
Oh...what a shame.
Ryunosuke:
Well, thank you for letting us know about this place and giving us the chance to investigate.
Gregson:
Accordin' to what Gina tells me, we only found it thanks to a clue that you lot turned up. I wouldn't wanna, say, go to Paris with a debt of gratitude unpaid now, would I?
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you.
Gregson:
Anyway, if you're hopin' to snoop around in here, I'd get crackin'. Lord van Zieks and the Forensic Investigation Team are on their way here as we speak.
Ryunosuke:
Them again...
Gregson:
I imagine you've got the picture by now. They don't take too kindly to lawyer types.
Ryunosuke:
Right.
Sholmes:
So then, my dear fellow! Let's turn this place upside-down whilst we have the chance!
Gregson:
And you, Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Pardon?
Gregson:
They take even less kindly to 'great detectives' than they do to lawyers.
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah! Very droll, Gregson, very droll. But you may consider me nothing more than an inconspicuous waxwork model!
Ryunosuke:
(Right then...let's see what we can find in here!)
Examine
Overturned trophy
Sholmes:
Ah...this appears to be most interesting. Yes, most interesting indeed, wouldn't you say?
Ryunosuke:
It's an impressive-looking back massager, that's for sure. I've no doubt that if you hit your shoulders a few times with that, your aches and pains would soon go away.
Sholmes:
......... It's a Royal Society trophy for excellence in science. A young scientist could wish for no higher honour.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Sholmes:
Would you like a massage?
Ryunosuke:
No no! No, I'm fine, thank you! (I had no idea it was such a grand thing.)
Susato:
I think it's becoming increasingly clear... ...that there's much more to this Mr Enoch Drebber than conjuring tricks.
Sholmes:
...I couldn't agree more, my dear madam. And how about you, Mr Naruhodo? Wouldn't you like to take it with you? For your tired shoulders, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(He's not going to let that go, is he?)
Susato:
It's curious though, isn't it? You would expect such an important trophy to be proudly on display somewhere, not haphazardly cast aside. English gentlemen can be quite a mystery at times...
The science trophy has been entered into the Court Record.
Overturned trophy (subsequent times)
Sholmes:
Ah...this appears to be most interesting. Yes, most interesting indeed, wouldn't you say?
Ryunosuke:
It's an impressive-looking back massager, that's for sure. I've no doubt that if you hit your shoulders a few times with that, your aches and pains would soon go away.
Sholmes:
......... It's a Royal Society trophy for excellence in science. A young scientist could wish for no higher honour.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Sholmes:
Would you like a massage?
Ryunosuke:
No no! No, I'm fine, thank you! (I had no idea it was such a grand thing.)
Susato:
I think it's becoming increasingly clear... ...that there's much more to this Mr Enoch Drebber than conjuring tricks.
Sholmes:
...I couldn't agree more, my dear madam. And how about you, Mr Naruhodo? Wouldn't you like to take it with you? For your tired shoulders, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(He's not going to let that go, is he?)
Susato:
It's curious though, isn't it? You would expect such an important trophy to be proudly on display somewhere, not haphazardly cast aside. English gentlemen can be quite a mystery at times...
Model plane
Ryunosuke:
What on earth is this?
Susato:
An 'aeroplane', Mr Naruhodo. One day, scientists believe it will allow humans to fly freely in the skies.
Ryunosuke:
...Is that how the trick will be described, is it?
Susato:
Sorry?
Ryunosuke:
Well, it's actually suspended by a thin, but very strong cable, isn't it?
Susato:
Oh! Well...this model is, yes. But a real aeroplane would actually fly high in the sky.
Ryunosuke:
...While suspended from somewhere even higher in the sky, of course. Because large metal objects obviously can't really stay in mid-air unsupported!
Susato:
...So to you the solution is...ever taller towers?
Large machine prototype
Susato:
I'm sorry, Mr Naruhodo. That machine is covered by the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act. There would be serious repercussions if you were to examine it! From the Crown and the government.
Sholmes:
.........
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Well those two don't seem to be holding back.)
Sholmes:
It's quite hollow inside. No working parts or devices of deception to be seen, my dear fellow.
Gina:
No loose change dropped on the floor or nuffin'. Not even a bone for Toby 'ere...my dear fella.
Susato:
British people are very much ruled by their own ideals, aren't they?
Ryunosuke:
...I think that's just these two, Miss Susato.
Door
Ryunosuke:
This door...doesn't want to open.
Gina:
Yeah, looks like it's got a pretty hefty lock on it.
Gregson:
There's a specialist locksmith on his way over from the Yard. So hands off till he gets here!
Sholmes:
With permission, Inspector, I could have that lock open in less than a minute.
Gregson:
Well you don't have permission. An' no one's givin' it to you.
Ryunosuke:
(Gregson looked as though he really enjoyed that...)
Susato:
Well, there's no sound of anybody on the other side.
Ryunosuke:
No. Drebber must have fled at the first sign of danger.
Quiver full of arrows
Ryunosuke:
This... This is... It's a European-style quiver of arrows! With steel bolts inside!
Susato:
Oh! Do you suppose...?
Gregson:
Crossbow bolts, these. And just the right size for the bow you lot turned up at the exhibition grounds.
Ryunosuke:
In other words...
Gregson:
Yup. That's more evidence to support your theory. It all goes to show that Drebber was the one pullin' the strings behind the scenes of the whole scam.
The details of the crossbow have been updated in the Court Record.
Quiver full of arrows (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
This... This is... It's a European-style quiver of arrows! With steel bolts inside!
Susato:
Oh! Do you suppose...?
Gregson:
Crossbow bolts, these. And just the right size for the bow you lot turned up at the exhibition grounds.
Ryunosuke:
In other words...
Gregson:
Yup. That's more evidence to support your theory. It all goes to show that Drebber was the one pullin' the strings behind the scenes of the whole scam.
Examine evidence
Science Trophy
Inscription plaque
Ryunosuke:
There's a little metal plaque here, look. 'Fostering burgeoning talent for the future of scientific discovery'.
Susato:
...It seems rather ironic, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
But clearly Mr Drebber really was a very talented scientist.
After examining overturned trophy, large machine prototype, door, and quiver full of arrows:
*Thud*
Susato:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Well...I thought I heard a noise. From the far side of that door. Well, Gina? Did you hear it too?
Gina:
Y-Yeah, I 'eard it an' all. Wot d'ya reckon, Toby?
Toby:
Woof, woof!
Gregson:
Right, mind the grease!
*Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!*
Gregson:
Whoever's in there, open up! This is Scotland Yard!
.........*Clomp clomp clomp clomp**Squeak... Clunk!*
Susato:
Oh my... Someone IS in there!
Gregson:
Argh! This rotten, bleedin' lock!
Sholmes:
My dear Gregson, as I said only minutes ago... ...if only it were countenanced, I could unlock that door in less than a minute.
Gregson:
...! ......... Fine. I'll take the rap for it. Just get us through that blasted door!
*Click*
Sholmes:
There! You may enter at will.
Ryunosuke:
(You've confused minutes with seconds, I think...)
Sholmes:
Time is of the essence, I feel. What are we waiting for?
Gregson:
Nothin' for it, I suppose. This is an emergency.
Sholmes:
There's a strong possibility that beyond that door...is the engineer you all seek. Be prepared for action, my dear fellow!
Ryunosuke:
Yes!
Mr Drebber's Back Room
Ryunosuke:
What...? What's happened in here? (Why is everything upside-down?)
Gina:
Rats! There ain't no one in 'ere after all!
Susato:
But, but there must be! It was only moments ago that we heard those noises.
Ryunosuke:
Maybe that was the sound of Drebber running away.
Susato:
But there's only one door into this room!
Sholmes:
And no windows that could afford an escape route. Those skylights are too high.
Ryunosuke:
(...? What's that up there? Are they footprints...on the ceiling?)
Gregson:
Blow me! What have we here, then? Looks like someone was tryin' to burn somethin' in a hurry.
Susato:
Oh, that looks like a set of blueprints!
Ryunosuke:
To what?
Gregson:
To that Professor Harebrayne's barmy machine, is it? Blimey! If we'd had these, there'd have been no need to muck about tryin' to investigate all that scrap metal!
Sholmes:
There is something of great interest here, too. This rope was lying on the floor at the foot of that pillar.
Ryunosuke:
A rope? What's significant about that?
Sholmes:
...Never mind. You see, but you do not observe, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
We must investigate the entire room thoroughly! And before the Forensic Investigation Team arrive, too!
Examine
Herlock Sholmes or timer device
Leads to:
"Um...Mr Sholmes?"
Overturned furniture on left
Susato:
Almost every piece of furniture is upside-down!
Ryunosuke:
Even Mr Sholmes's suite isn't ever in this much of a mess.
Susato:
You're in no position to comment on mess, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
...But I suppose it's not quite the same thing, is it? I mean, it's not messy in here per se. It's that everything is literally upside-down.
Susato:
But why...?
Footprints on ceiling or skylights
Ryunosuke:
There's no denying it, is there? They're footprints.
Susato:
Yes, it would appear so. And I simply can't imagine how they came to be there.
Ryunosuke:
Isn't there a Susato Shoot-Up or something? Like a Susato Takedown, I mean.
Susato:
...I'm no wonder woman, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(That would make her almost superhuman, I suppose...)
Hot air balloon model
Ryunosuke:
That's a really lovely model. It looks just like a real flying balloon!
Susato:
...I think it's probably staying aloft on the same principle as a full-sized balloon, using gas.
Ryunosuke:
...A green flying balloon... It does have the hallmarks of that amazing deception at the Great Exhibition, doesn't it? (Could it be... ...that the whole thing was planned here in this very workshop?)
Safe
Ryunosuke:
That's a very large safe. I don't suppose even Mr Sholmes could open that lock. Although if you were a thief, you could just steal the entire thing, I suppose.
Susato:
It's bolted to the floor to prevent exactly that sort of underhand trick, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Well then...you could just steal the floor as well, I suppose.
Susato:
I'm sorry, but you really aren't making any sense at all... Anyway, I think we can agree that whatever is inside must be very important.
Ryunosuke:
Um...Mr Sholmes? Have you found something?
Sholmes:
Ah, Mr Naruhodo. Yes, in point of fact, something rather fascinating. What do you make...of this?
Ryunosuke:
Hm, let's see... (I've never seen anything like it before.) It looks like a bundle of thick cigars wrapped up in a large watch to me, but-
Aaaaaah!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! What's the matter?
Susato:
That, that, that, that... That's a... Surely that's a time bomb...isn't it?
Gregson:
WHAAAAAAAAT?! Did you say...?!
Gina:
A...time bomb...?
Ryunosuke:
Um...sorry, but... ...what is a 'time bomb' exactly?
Gregson:
Eh?
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah! You truly are one of a kind, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(I won't take that as a compliment...)
Gina:
Hah! Ya don't know nuffin', do ya, 'Oddo!
Ryunosuke:
...You haven't got a clue what it is, either, have you, Gina?
Sholmes:
I invite you to consult a dictionary later, Mr Naruhodo. But this particular specimen is no time bomb. Though I confess it has a very similar appearance.
Susato:
Oh! Oh, well, thank goodness! But then...what is it?
Sholmes:
......... I see... So that's it...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
Goodness! Mr Sholmes... Have you seen to the heart of the matter?
Sholmes:
There are times when I consider my lot most unfair. For I'm fated never to know how it feels to flounder as you do when a puzzle presents itself. But...I have learnt to accept the hardships that come with being a great detective, Miss Susato.
Ryunosuke:
(Here we go. I feel a great deduction coming...)
Sholmes:
Once again, I can draw two conclusions from the scene we see before us. The first... ...is that the inverted nature of the furniture in this room is the work of Drebber himself.
Susato:
Oh! But how could you...?
Sholmes:
And the second conclusion... ...is that the small device on the floor there is without question completely genuine.
Susato:
Please, Mr Sholmes! You must explain everything!
Sholmes:
...It would be a pleasure. After all, it is a great detective's civic duty to teach Scotland Yard the finer points of the trade.
Gregson:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Well, Inspector Gregson seems delighted with the idea, anyway.)
Sholmes:
Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Susato:
Oh, you deflected the inspector's glare with such fortitude there, Mr Sholmes! Well done!
Sholmes:
You're too kind, my dear madam. I hereby dedicate this great deduction to you. Kindly stand just there, Miss Susato.
Susato:
Oh...yes. I'd be delighted!
Sholmes:
So...shall we begin? Once again, Herlock Sholmes is proud to present...his 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
The Great Deduction
The game is afoot!
Topic 1
Flipped Furniture
Sholmes:
It's plain to see that this room is in complete disarray. The bed, the table and chairs, the lamp... Everything is upside-down. Almost as if every item in the room had, until recently, been happily positioned on the ceiling... ...before falling straight down onto the floor.
Susato:
Every item in the room was on the ceiling... Are, are you suggesting that...?
Sholmes:
Indeed. The key here... ...is gravity. It would appear that technology has at last succeeded in freeing us from the great pull of the earth. For the gravity in this room was reversed, and then... suddenly restored to normality!
Susato:
Goodness!
Sholmes:
The inverted furniture clearly reveals the truth about the part gravity played in this whole business. I quite understand your scepticism, Miss Susato. I, too, was incredulous at first. However, my conviction in my analysis was cemented when I observed...this. An anti-gravity device...almost identical to one that featured in a dream of mine only the other day, in fact.
Susato:
But, but then why does it have a clock on it?
Sholmes:
A most relevant question, indeed. That is a timing device that controls when the gravity direction will switch. There was clearly a requirement for the engineer to be able to restore normal gravity automatically. And the commotion we heard earlier from the other side of the door was the moment that restoration occurred. Yes, the reason why everything in here has been turned upside-down is because of the anti-gravity device! So you see, we need look no further to explain the state in which we now find this room. The direction in which gravity acts in here was reversed by Mr Drebber... ...before being restored to normality in an automatic fashion some time later by the timer device! I have witnessed precisely this scene in a dream I once had when I fell out of bed.
Topic 1
Flipped Furniture
Conclusion
Because gravity was reversed
Topic 2
Missing Engineer
Sholmes:
Now, let us consider the next conundrum: What was our engineer friend's aim? Indubitably, the greatest clue we have to explain his actions...is above our heads.
Susato:
Yes, how is it possible that there are footprints all the way up there on the ceiling?
Sholmes:
A question whose answer will lead us neatly to the truth, my dear madam. The reason there are footprints on the ceiling...is because of the nearby skylight! Of course, Drebber's aim was singular: to escape. However, there is but one way into this room. ...Excepting the skylight, that is.
Susato:
Ah...
Sholmes:
By inverting the gravity in here, Drebber was able to 'fall' conveniently to the ceiling... ...and make his escape via the otherwise inaccessible skylight, leaving those footprints behind on the way.
Susato:
But the ceiling in here is very high, Mr Sholmes. If the gravity reversal was sudden, wouldn't Mr Drebber have fallen up to the ceiling rather violently?
Sholmes:
Hm, 'falling up' is both scientifically and philosophically a rather interesting concept, I feel. But the man was cornered with nowhere to run, so escape through the skylight was his only option. You may recall that I found this in the room earlier, which I believe offers a solution.
Susato:
Oh! The rope...
Sholmes:
To reach the intended destination, what better tool than this rope? By anchoring one end to the wall, the man was able to 'lower' himself safely to the ceiling. Which explains how Drebber was able to escape this room before our arrival. He reversed the pull of gravity and fled via the skylight! And personally, I should very much like to reverse the pull of gravity again now...just for fun.
Topic 2
Missing Engineer
Conclusion
Escaped via the skylight
Sholmes:
Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction...of this topsy-turvy puzzle!
Gregson:
.........
Gina:
.........
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(She's completely spellbound...) Um, Mr Sholmes...there is just one thing that troubles me.
Sholmes:
I would expect nothing less. You're destined to be troubled by 'just one thing' for the rest of your life.
Ryunosuke:
The thing is... Is such a thing actually possible? An anti-gravity device, I mean.
Sholmes:
...I would say that with man's current scientific knowledge at the turn of the twentieth century... ...it's no more possible than instantaneous kinesis!
Ryunosuke:
......... But your whole deduction hinges on it!
Sholmes:
Ah, but my dear fellow... ...when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth... ...however improbable it may seem.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Sholmes:
It's a marvellous line, wouldn't you agree? One of my more enduring pearls of wisdom. I had Iris come up with the exact phrasing. My original was...clumsy.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, I have a feeling I've read it in something that Miss Susato lent me once.
Susato:
Objection!
Susato:
Actually...there IS one other thing, Mr Sholmes...
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, the spell's broken at last.)
Susato:
The rope you found was on the floor, wasn't it?
Sholmes:
Indeed it was. In lonely coils near the wall.
Susato:
But...if Mr Drebber had used it to escape in the way you described... ...wouldn't it still be tied to the wall?
Sholmes:
......... Mysteries inevitably unravel in the end. As, I think you'll find, do ropes. And as evidence of such, you need only look at the mystery we faced in this room, now skilfully unravelled.
Ryunosuke:
(That argument is as circular as the coils of rope...)
Susato:
I think perhaps we might need to give Mr Sholmes the usual little helping hand. I'm sure with some minor corrections, the great detective's great deduction will lead us to the truth!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. And we must do it quickly, before Enoch Drebber gets too far away!
Sholmes:
If you're ready, then let us resume... ...Herlock Sholmes's 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
Course Correction
Hold it, Mr Sholmes!
Topic 1
Flipped Furniture
Conclusion
Because gravity was reversed
Sholmes:
It's plain to see that this room is in complete disarray. The bed, the table and chairs, the lamp... Everything is upside-down. Almost as if every item in the room had, until recently, been happily positioned on the ceiling... ...before falling straight down onto the floor.
Susato:
Every item in the room was on the ceiling... Are, are you suggesting that...?
Sholmes:
Indeed. The key here... ...is gravity. It would appear that technology has at last succeeded in freeing us from the great pull of the earth. For the gravity in this room was reversed, and then... suddenly restored to normality!
Susato:
Goodness!
Sholmes:
The inverted furniture clearly reveals the truth about the part gravity played in this whole business.
Susato:
To think gravity could have been reversed in this very room! I find the whole idea utterly enthralling! Only Mr Sholmes could conceive of such an explanation!
Ryunosuke:
But the man himself admitted it was a scientific impossibility, so...
Susato:
Yes, you're quite right. We must completely discount the idea at once.
Ryunosuke:
Ooh, that's unusually merciless of you, Miss Susato.
Susato:
'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth.' The great detective himself said so, didn't he?
Ryunosuke:
While refusing to part with his dreams of anti-gravity devices...
Susato:
...Yes, I suppose so.
Ryunosuke:
Well, let's see if examining this topsy-turvy scene a little more closely... ...reveals some proof that shows exactly what the gravity in this room was or wasn't doing!
Examine inverted furniture
Susato:
All the furniture in here is very conspicuously upside-down, certainly.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It does immediately put you in mind of some strange quirk of gravity, I admit.
Susato:
Ah! Could it be that a mini whirlwind passed through here, do you think?
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure that's much more plausible than Mr Sholmes's explanation.
Susato:
Oh dear. Saying the first thing that comes into your head isn't the way forward here, it seems.
Examine upright vase
Ryunosuke:
Well well! I wasn't expecting to find a pretty bunch of flowers in here, that's for sure.
Susato:
Ah! Look at that!
Ryunosuke:
I know. That slender little vase looks like it's about to topple at any moment, but the flowers are thriving. Somehow it makes you think of the fragility of life, wouldn't you say?
Susato:
......... To be honest, Mr Naruhodo... ...something else about it made a rather deeper impression on me.
Examine large safe
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look, Miss Susato! When everything seems to be upside-down in here... ...this safe is conspicuously the right way up! Have you noticed?
Susato:
Yes, that's true. But look more closely at the safe's feet.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah. That's a lot of very large bolts fixing it to the floor...) ......... Think before you speak, that's what you wanted to say, isn't it? I really put my foot in my mouth there.
Susato:
I certainly didn't say that...
Present upright vase
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The upright vase clearly reveals the truth about the part gravity played in this whole business."
Present inverted furniture
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth.' And eliminating the idea that gravity was reversed would be rash. Because all the upside-down furniture in the room is clearly screaming that it happened.
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? ((I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"The inverted furniture clearly reveals the truth about the part gravity played in this whole business."
Present large safe
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Unlike every other piece of furniture in the room, this safe is not upside-down. So a reversal in gravity can't be the reason for the state of this room!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, I implore you to observe more closely. As you can see, the safe's feet is firmly bolted to the floor, saving it from any effects of gravity.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! So it is...
Sholmes:
But there is one thing we can learn from your misguided conclusion: A good deduction is no mean 'feet'!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Can we at least make jokes at my expense funny?)
Leads to:
"The inverted furniture clearly reveals the truth about the part gravity played in this whole business."
The inverted furniture clearly reveals the truth about the part gravity played in this whole business.
Susato:
If the reversal of gravity is scientifically impossible, perhaps we can prove it didn't occur?
Ryunosuke:
Well, to prove a hypothesis is wrong...
Susato:
...The easiest way is just to find an obvious exception.
Ryunosuke:
(Let's have another good look around...)
Ryunosuke:
The upright vase clearly reveals the truth about the part gravity played in this whole business.
Sholmes:
Upon my word, Mr Naruhodo, you've surpassed yourself. By completely turning my argument on its head! Trying to impress your assistant here, perhaps?
Ryunosuke:
...No one is trying to steal your spotlight here, Mr Sholmes. Trust me.
Sholmes:
As you rightly say, though it appears at first glance that all the furniture in the room is upside-down... ...this unassuming, slender vase is standing keenly to attention. And unlike the large safe, there is nothing affixing it to the floor.
Ryunosuke:
And it's the exception that breaks the rule.
Sholmes:
In short, much as it pains me... ...the gravity in this room was never inverted at all!
Ryunosuke:
...My, my deepest sympathies for your loss.
Susato:
Oh, poor Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
But the show must go on! So...let us continue with our deductions. Now that we know this contrivance is not in fact an anti-gravity device, there remains but one other possibility.
Ryunosuke:
...You don't say.
Sholmes:
Someone deliberately turned over every piece of furniture in here!
Ryunosuke:
Which might sound obvious, but leaves one mystery very much unsolved. Namely, why would anyone choose to do that?
Sholmes:
Quite! And naturally, there is an explanation. Yes, the reason why everything in here has been turned upside-down is because of the anti-gravity device!
Ryunosuke:
He's absolutely determined that this device must have something to do with it, isn't he?
Susato:
I'm afraid the lure of an exciting scientific explanation is too strong.
Ryunosuke:
Well...there's no doubt that somebody did this. Somebody turned all this furniture over. So whoever it was must have had a reason.
Susato:
I'm afraid nothing comes to mind at all, though.
Ryunosuke:
Well, let's look around and see if the answer presents itself.
Examine anti-gravity device
Ryunosuke:
We've already established that gravity wasn't actually reversed in here, haven't we? In other words, this isn't an anti-gravity device at all.
Susato:
Which makes me very curious to know what sort of device it is. But I think for now it's clear that we're looking for an answer elsewhere.
Examine coal-burning heater
Ryunosuke:
That's a coal-burning heater, I think, isn't it?
Susato:
Yes, it is, but it's not just for heating, you know. You can grill on it, bake in it, boil and steam things with it... It serves all sorts of purposes.
Ryunosuke:
That seems like having your cake and eating it, too. Not unlike a heated kotatsu table with a nabe hotpot, a mikan orange, a cat AND an elderly relative.
Susato:
Oh...you mean it seems too much? I suppose perhaps it does. But you realise only some of those things on your list are edible...don't you?
Examine safe combination
Ryunosuke:
Look, there's something written on the underside of this armchair!
Susato:
Oh yes. 'Safe: 432582'
Ryunosuke:
'Safe'? As in 'safe and secure'?
Susato:
As in 'secure lockable box', I think.
Ryunosuke:
......... Admittedly more likely.
Susato:
Well, there is a large safe bolted to the floor on the other side of the room, so...yes.
Ryunosuke:
So you mean, this number would let us open it?
Susato:
I wonder why it's written here, though?
Present safe combination
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason why everything in here has been turned upside-down is because of the safe combination!"
Present anti-gravity device
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
London is very much a city of dreams. Especially to Miss Susato and I. So it seems entirely possible that dream-like things could take place here. For example, the genius engineer Enoch Drebber developing an anti-gravity device!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? ((I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason why everything in here has been turned upside-down is because of the anti-gravity device!"
Present coal-burning heater
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This unusual coal-burning heater certainly stands out, if you ask me. And I believe it's not just for heating, but also serves many other purposes. One of which, it may surprise you to learn, is controlling gravity in the room in which it's installed!
Sholmes:
In other words, it would automatically flip a fried egg? But I make a point of frying eggs on one side only. It's quite the proper way!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... he really scrambled that idea.)
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason why everything in here has been turned upside-down is because of the anti-gravity device!"
Yes, the reason why everything in here has been turned upside-down is because of the anti-gravity device!
Ryunosuke:
Now we've shown it was nothing to do with gravity, we know somebody must have done this to the furniture. But who? And why?
Susato:
Yes, those are the questions we really need to answer!
Ryunosuke:
Well we at least need to resolve one of them here!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the reason why everything in here has been turned upside-down is because of the safe combination!
Sholmes:
Precisely! I believe, Mr Naruhodo... ...that you had a very similar experience once, did you not?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Last year... ...when I bought a lottery ticket and noted the ticket number down on the inside cover of a book just in case!
Sholmes:
That's it! For people are forgetful souls at heart, and always make a written note of important information.
Susato:
...Just keeping the ticket itself safe would be more sensible, I think.
Sholmes:
And what, pray, happened next, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
When the day of the draw came round... ...I'd forgotten which book I'd written the number in and had to turn my room upside-down to find it!
Sholmes:
That's it! For people are forgetful souls at heart, and always forget where they've noted things down!
Susato:
Not if you always note things in the same place...
Ryunosuke:
I actually won the second prize, you know. But I couldn't remember which magazine I'd slipped the ticket into, so I had to turn my room upside-
Sholmes:
Thank you, Mr Naruhodo, but I believe I've proved my point now. Which is that a very similar scenario has clearly unfolded in this room.
Ryunosuke:
Finding himself requiring access to the safe, the occupant of this room needed the combination code. He remembered that he'd written it on the underside of a piece of furniture, but forgot which one.
Sholmes:
...Leading to the state in which we now find the room. Yes, Mr Drebber overturned all the furniture in here... ...in a desperate hurry to locate the combination code that would unlock the safe!
Topic 1
Flipped Furniture
Conclusion
Because gravity was reversed
To find the safe combination
Solved
Topic 2
Missing Engineer
Conclusion
Escaped via the skylight
Sholmes:
Now, let us consider the next conundrum: What was our engineer friend's aim? Indubitably, the greatest clue we have to explain his actions...is above our heads.
Susato:
Yes, how is it possible that there are footprints all the way up there on the ceiling?
Sholmes:
A question whose answer will lead us neatly to the truth, my dear madam. The reason there are footprints on the ceiling...is because of the nearby skylight!
Susato:
Well, if a change in the direction of gravity can't explain it, then how did those footprints get there?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I feel as though that particular mystery has just become even harder to solve.
Susato:
I can't think of any other way to explain it at all. Ooh... Life was so much simpler in those halcyon days when gravity could be reversed.
Ryunosuke:
It was minutes ago. And those 'halcyon days' never existed in the first place.
Susato:
Well, I suppose we must simply put our faith in Mr Sholmes and observe the area in more detail.
Ryunosuke:
(...Putting our faith in Mr Sholmes is what gets us into these situations in the first place...)
Examine skylight
Ryunosuke:
It looks like these are the only windows in the room. In other words, if you wanted to escape without using the door, these skylights would be the only way.
Susato:
Yes, that's true. But even so...
Ryunosuke:
And right next to the only escape route, we notice some telltale footprints...
Susato:
Nevertheless, as we've said many times now, gravity can't explain how they got there.
Ryunosuke:
......... But powerful springs in the soles of the man's shoes could.
Susato:
...Have you been having strange dreams as well, like Mr Sholmes?
Examine balloon
Ryunosuke:
This is a gas balloon, isn't it? It's tiny, but it does seem to be a real balloon.
Susato:
Yes, I think you're right. I think it's helium that's keeping it up.
Ryunosuke:
A green gas balloon... (Why does that seem to ring a bell with me?)
Susato:
If you can see, there are footprints on this balloon, too, look.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes... Surely that's a clue, isn't it? ...Though what it tells us, I'm not sure.
Examine shoe
Ryunosuke:
It's hard to believe, but... ...there's a shoe up there, look!
Susato:
Oh yes! And there are more footprints on this little balloon, too. Perhaps the shoe was thrown up there and became lodged, do you think?
Ryunosuke:
If so, then judging from the number of footprints, it must have been thrown up several times. Why would anyone be throwing shoes up at the ceiling, though?
Susato:
Oh dear... That's beyond me, I'm afraid.
Present shoe
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The reason there are footprints on the ceiling...is because of the nearby shoe!"
Present skylight
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It would be foolish to ignore the skylight when it's directly adjacent to the footprints there. Somehow or other, Mr Drebber clearly 'landed' on the ceiling and escaped that way. Personally, I hold with my theory that he had very powerful springs in the soles of his shoes!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? ((I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"The reason there are footprints on the ceiling...is because of the nearby skylight!"
Present balloon
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Being able to fly freely in the sky... That has been mankind's dream for centuries. And of course the balloon is the invention that's made that dream come true! Mr Drebber, clearly a man of dreams, used the balloon to ascend to the ceiling and plant his feet on the roof!
Sholmes:
I take no pleasure in delivering bad news, but the undeniable truth is... ...it's clearly too small.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?! I KNEW you were going to say that!
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, then you are twice the fool. If people could fly in such small balloons, why would anybody ever manufacture larger ones? I despair of your lack of common sense at times, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...that really hurts...coming from you.
Leads to:
"The reason there are footprints on the ceiling...is because of the nearby skylight!"
The reason there are footprints on the ceiling...is because of the nearby skylight!
Ryunosuke:
Those footprints up there on the ceiling really are a puzzle.
Susato:
And as they're so close to the skylight... ...it really is very hard to believe the two are unrelated.
Ryunosuke:
But perhaps we need to approach this from a different angle...
Ryunosuke:
The reason there are footprints on the ceiling...is because of the nearby shoe!
Sholmes:
And on closer inspection, there are clearly footprints all over the balloon as well. In other words, the aim was never the skylight at all, but the balloon.
Susato:
But...for what purpose?
Sholmes:
A green balloon... Hmmm, that seems somewhat familiar data.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
It was a piece of a green balloon's envelope that Mr Naruhodo and Iris found at the scene!
Ryunosuke:
And inside the green balloon that Master Gotts claims he saw above the stage when the incident occurred... ...was the second birdcage. The crux of the whole instantaneous kinesis deception...
Susato:
You, you mean to say...?
Sholmes:
If we assume the balloon in here is a model of the one used on the day... ...there is a strong possibility something may be concealed inside it. Something our absconder was desperate to retrieve before making a hasty getaway.
Ryunosuke:
But, but the balloon's out of reach!
Sholmes:
Hence why he resorted to a projectile. Namely...the shoe.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Sholmes:
Most probably, Drebber intended to tear a hole in the envelope by assailing it with the shoe. However, his efforts were thwarted when the shoe itself became a prisoner of those lofty heights.
Susato:
Oh, dear... We desperately need to examine that balloon. If only there were some way we could see inside...
Sholmes:
You may recall that I found this in the room earlier, which I believe offers a solution.
Susato:
Oh! The rope...
Sholmes:
To reach the intended destination, what better tool than this rope?
Susato:
...Mr Sholmes has managed to bring the deduction back to the rope!
Ryunosuke:
Alright, I have to admit...that was clever. So we just throw the rope up to the balloon and then pull it down to us on the ground?
Susato:
...Which is much easier said than done, I feel. And could take us a very long time as well.
Ryunosuke:
True. Perhaps we need a more surefire method. In fact, we already have one of course, don't we?!
Present Crossbow
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"To reach the intended destination, what better tool than this crossbow?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo... Would you care to explain that?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, it's gone over your head, Mr Sholmes? Obviously, I was thinking of using it to examine the balloon.
Sholmes:
On the contrary, nothing has gone over my head but this rope. For it is clearly the superior idea.
Ryunosuke:
(Really? Throwing the rope to catch the balloon and tug it back down? But there's a far more reliable method that I can think of. Even if it is a little heavy-handed...)
Leads to:
"To reach the intended destination, what better tool than this rope?"
To reach the intended destination, what better tool than this rope?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, look! The hotheaded Mr Sholmes is trying to lasso the balloon!
Susato:
It would be wonderful if he succeeded. Then we could pull it down to us. But it would be even more wonderful if there were some better way.
Ryunosuke:
(And we need to think of it fast, before Mr Sholmes starts tiring of being a cowboy...)
Ryunosuke:
To reach the intended destination, what better tool than this crossbow?
Susato:
That was found at the scene, in fact!
Ryunosuke:
And in all likelihood, belongs to Mr Drebber.
Sholmes:
If the man had only brought it away with him that day... ...he could have avoided losing a shoe at such a critical time as this.
Sholmes:
So...shall we? Your curiosity is deeply stirred no doubt, my dear fellows. What is it that Enoch Drebber has hidden inside that balloon...?
*BAM*
Susato:
Aaaaaah!
Ryunosuke:
W-What the...? A, a waxwork?
Sholmes:
Indeed it is. A waxwork head inside a metal mask. A mask that is shut tight and fastened with a strong and quite impenetrable lock.
Ryunosuke:
(So we can't see the face inside, that means.)
Susato:
Just a moment... This...this is the head of a waxwork model? Does that mean...? Oh goodness!
Sholmes:
I see you've joined the dots, Miss Susato. Excellent.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Of course! A headless waxwork model!) The case of the abducted Madame Tusspells model that you'd 'largely' solved... It was only the head of the killer that was still missing!
Sholmes:
Indeed it was. But I believe Madame Tusspells will now have to settle her sizeable account with me. This, as you have now surmised, is the head of the infamous Professor.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...
Susato:
But why is it here?
Sholmes:
...This conclusively confirms my suspicions. The man responsible for stealing the Professor from Madame Tusspells... ...and returning it - sans tête - earlier today...was none other than Enoch Drebber!
Ryunosuke:
(This is incredible. Professor Harebrayne's case and the waxwork abduction are... They're inextricably linked! By Enoch Drebber's workshop!)
The waxwork head has been entered into the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Waxwork Head
Lock
Ryunosuke:
This lock does look very strong, doesn't it? There's definitely no way you could remove the mask yourself if it was put on you.
Susato:
What a terrible way to treat someone, even a convicted criminal.
Ryunosuke:
I know. It's starting to make me livid, actually.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, please...
Ryunosuke:
I mean, just think about it! Imagine if you had an itch on your cheek all of a sudden! You'd be utterly helpless!
Susato:
......... Well, yes, that's true. But I'm not sure...that warrants quite so much anger.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...right... Sorry.
Sholmes:
Well...it appears our logical pleasure cruise has come to an end, my dear fellows. All that remains is... Yes, to speak with the architect of this adventure.
Susato:
The architect?
Ryunosuke:
You mean...Mr Drebber?
Sholmes:
As it seems quite impossible that he escaped via one of the skylights... ...obviously the man must still be here in the room.
Susato:
WHAT?!
Sholmes:
And his location should be abundantly clear... ...if you simply reflect on the journey we've made together during this deduction.
Ryunosuke:
(Enoch Drebber is right here, somewhere in this room?)
Sholmes:
So, Mr Naruhodo, will you do the honours?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, of course. Mr Drebber's hiding place must be the...
Examine cupboard
Susato:
This looks to be a cupboard for cups and saucers and the like.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... An ingenious hiding place!
Susato:
Oh...is it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, when you say 'cupboard' you automatically think of cups and saucers, don't you? And the clever engineer knows that, so he knows you'd never look for him in there, because he's not crockery!
Susato:
...Though sadly it does seem to be full of...only crockery.
Examine skylight
Ryunosuke:
Personally, I still think he might have escaped via one of those skylights.
Susato:
But you heard what Mr Sholmes said: 'The man must still be here in the room.' I'm afraid your opinion might put you at loggerheads with the great detective.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato... ...sometimes a man must stand up for what he believes in and fight.
Susato:
Oh! ...Well in that case, I'll leave you to it!
Examine wardrobe
Ryunosuke:
If you need to hide, there's no better place than a wardrobe. I stand firmly by that.
Susato:
Ah, yes... You had some experience of that yourself a year ago, didn't you?
Ryunosuke:
We'll find him in there, mark my words! He'll be curled up in a ball, trembling and hungry. In fact, my own hand is trembling just thinking about making the discovery!
Susato:
Never mind, Mr Naruhodo. He could be hiding somewhere else, you know.
Examine large safe
Ryunosuke:
Look at all that mess in front of the safe.
Susato:
Yes, plans and accounting ledgers...
Ryunosuke:
Almost as if somebody was in a hurry to empty the contents of the safe, in fact.
Present large safe
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Before we gained access to this back room, we heard noises from in here."
Present cupboard
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It's over, Mr Drebber! We know you're in there! ......... Oh.
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, he wouldn't be in there. It's a cupboard after all. For cups and saucers.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Sholmes:
Unless the Drebber you seek is a piece of fine bone china?
Ryunosuke:
You delight in my mistakes, don't you, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Gracious no, Mr Naruhodo! You're quite mistaken! Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Leads to:
"Mr Drebber's hiding place must be the..."
Present skylight
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
There's no sign of Mr Drebber in here anywhere. So I can't help feeling that the only explanation is that he did escape through one of the skylights in the roof!
Sholmes:
I'm afraid you shall have to learn to help your feelings, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
We've already reached the conclusion that escape via a skylight was quite impossible. I'm sorry to say your only recourse is to follow the logic again from the very beginning!
Ryunosuke:
I'll...swallow my pride.
Leads to:
"Mr Drebber's hiding place must be the..."
Present wardrobe
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Alright, Mr Drebber...come out! ......... Oh!
Sholmes:
Not there, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
But, but I don't understand...
Sholmes:
You could always climb inside yourself? Please, don't mind us. Do go ahead. I know how fond you are of wardrobes.
Ryunosuke:
...I'll think of something else, thank you very much!
Leads to:
"Mr Drebber's hiding place must be the..."
Mr Drebber's hiding place must be the...
Susato:
Where could Mr Drebber be hiding? I'm sure that we've already come across a clue that reveals the answer, you know.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, it was when we deduced why all the furniture in here was upside-down, wasn't it? That gave us the answer, I'm sure.)
Susato:
We're very close now, Mr Naruhodo! I can sense it!
Ryunosuke:
Before we gained access to this back room, we heard noises from in here.
Sholmes:
Which tells us that the engineer was still in the building at that point in time.
Ryunosuke:
He was in fact searching for the combination to his safe.
Sholmes:
And pressed for time, made no attempt to right the furniture that he overturned in the process. From which we can deduce that his search for the combination happened very recently indeed. In summary...Mr Enoch Drebber... ...is, at this very moment, inside the safe! Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction...of this topsy-turvy puzzle!
Topic 2
Missing Engineer
Conclusion
Escaped via the skylight
Inside the safe
Solved
Deduction CompleteElementary!
Sholmes:
So...Mr Naruhodo. I think perhaps it's time we ended this game of hide-and-seek, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
By opening the safe, you mean?
Sholmes:
What else?
Ryunosuke:
Let's see... The combination was one...
Susato:
Four three two five eight two.
Ryunosuke:
I knew that! (Alright then. Here goes...)
You found me...
Gregson:
Right then, sir... Mr Enoch Drebber, I presume?
Drebber:
Correct.
Ryunosuke:
You'd better start talking! You tricked Professor Harebrayne with that bogus machine you built!
Susato:
And you shall have to explain the theft of the waxwork from Madame Tusspells as well!
Drebber:
Whilst I would be delighted to answer your many questions... ...personally, I would advise that you deactivate my little parcel first.
Ryunosuke:
Deactivate...?
Susato:
Your parcel...?
Drebber:
I refer of course... ...to the time bomb. I left it in a most prominent position.
Susato:
Ah!
Drebber:
Ha-ha-ha. I see. Stunned silence. You're all gearing up to die with me then?
Susato:
Nooooooo!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes! With only seven seconds to spare!
Ryunosuke:
That was too close for comfort! I've got one foot in the grave already!
Gregson:
Are you tryin' to help us get a killer, or get us killed?!
Susato:
Mr Sholmes's deductions can be...completely life-altering, can't they?
Sholmes:
Well, my dear fellows, that was a close shave. The resemblance to an anti-gravity device is really quite startling, I must say.
Susato:
Anti-gravity devices don't exist!
Ryunosuke:
(Whew, I wouldn't push it, Mr Sholmes...)
Examine
Anything
Ryunosuke:
I still can't believe we were nearly blown up...
Sholmes:
What was that sideways glance in aid of, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I thought that deducing meaning from the movement of people's eyes was your specialty, Mr Sholmes.
Susato:
Never mind that now. Let's see what Mr Drebber has to say for himself.
Converse
What happened here?
Ryunosuke:
What on earth happened in here?
Drebber:
You've found me, haven't you? No need to screw me down any further. Everything in here...is precisely what it seems.
Gregson:
Yeah, well we'll be givin' it a thorough goin' over, don't you worry, Drebber.
Drebber:
......... What fails to click with me... ...is how you were able to locate my workshop. That I was not expecting. When I heard whistling from the other room, I knew it was time to bolt.
Susato:
Whistling?
Sholmes:
Ah. That would have been me.
Susato:
Oh!
Sholmes:
For some reason, I woke in fine fettle today!
Gregson:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(No words...just tightly squeezed chips...)
Drebber:
Clearly I must have a screw loose, though, as I couldn't remember the combination for the safe. And another one loose, as I couldn't remember on which piece of furniture I'd written it down.
Ryunosuke:
We also found a rope over by the wall...
Drebber:
Yes, I had hoped to exit through the skylight, but sadly the rope was too short. So...I then set about searching for the combination code to open the safe.
Sholmes:
And burning the incriminating blueprints, don't forget. Regrettably, though, you failed to retrieve the head from the balloon among the rafters.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And after that you hid yourself inside the safe? Having first set this 'parcel' ticking.
Drebber:
Well...I had no intention of being nailed by the police.
The time bomb
Gregson:
Got a death wish, have ya? Hidin' right beside a tickin' time bomb.
Drebber:
Please... Why do you suppose I chose to hide inside the safe? It's no ordinary safe. It's specially designed. A dynamite explosion wouldn't leave a scratch on it.
Sholmes:
So in fact, the safe was the only 'safe' place.
Drebber:
Precisely.
Susato:
But once you'd climbed inside, you wouldn't have been able to get out again...
Drebber:
I invite you to look more closely. The safe is fitted with a handle on the inside, to allow the door to be unlocked from within.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! So it is...
Drebber:
I had always intended to blow this place to smithers in any case. I just wasn't expecting uninvited guests to come along and screw up my plans.
Gregson:
Do you...do you mean to say...you were plannin' to blow us all up?!
Drebber:
No. No. That was unforeseen.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Drebber:
Most people run, you see. When they see a ticking time bomb at their feet.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Drebber:
I calculated the time required for retreat to a safe distance, and set the device accordingly. But your seemingly endless discourse in here threw a spanner in the works.
Gregson:
.........
Sholmes:
Is something wrong, Gregson? Do I have something on my face...besides the usual eyes, ears, nose and mouth?
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
It might surprise you to learn that I'm actually a lawyer from the Empire of Japan.
Drebber:
...I detest lawyers. They wield so-called 'special powers' in an attempt to grind down our freedoms. Yes, let me be quite clear: I detest lawyers very much.
Ryunosuke:
(Any chance two negatives make a positive...?)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber, look at this, please.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Do you, um...have anything to say about it?
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Are these strange mechanical movements supposed to be some sort of answer...?)
After clearing all Converse options:
Ryunosuke:
I think we have a fairly good idea of what's been going on here now. But what about the two incidents you've evidently been involved in recently?
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne's instantaneous kinesis experiment at the Great Exhibition... ...and the waxwork model you stole, which this head belongs to.
Drebber:
That's no ordinary head, you know. That's the head...of the Professor. Clad in a mask with a lock so strong, I'm unable to open it safely to reveal the killer's identity. I've been considering carrying it around as...protection. After all-
???:
That's enough!
Sithe:
What's going on here, Gregson? I'm sure you're aware that I have sole jurisdiction to investigate here.
Gregson:
Ah, um... Yes, well...
Ryunosuke:
(Dr Sithe again. So the Forensic Investigation Team are here...)
Sithe:
And you know full well this engineer is a key witness. Why are you allowing this lawyer access to him? If Lord Stronghart knew of this, you'd be finished.
Gregson:
.........
Sithe:
You lot. Leave at once.
Sholmes:
My dear madam, there's no need for such a threatening tone, I assure you. After all, that's no way to greet an old acquaintance, is it, Dr Sithe?
Sithe:
Hello...Sholmes.
Ryunosuke:
(Mr Sholmes knows Dr Sithe?)
Sholmes:
If it's protecting the machine next door that's causing such a sour expression on your face, you are quite misguided. It's really nothing more than a shell, you-
Sithe:
Get out!
Sholmes:
But of course. We'll show ourselves the door. ...I see you haven't softened at all. Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Sholmes:
It would appear that our delightfully entertaining investigations have run their course for today.
Ryunosuke:
But, but Mr Sholmes...!
Sholmes:
Let us leave this place in the doctor's capable hands.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sithe:
I said get out! Now! All of you! Your presence here is not required either, Gregson.
Gregson:
......... Understood. But I'll just say one thing before I head off: If it wasn't for this lawyer an' his companions... ...we'd never have found this place. And the whole workshop would've been blown to bits. There was a time bomb set in here that this lot disarmed.
Ryunosuke:
Inspector...
Sithe:
.........
Drebber:
Kuh kuh kuh...
Gregson:
...! Somethin' given you a chuckle, has it, Drebber?
Drebber:
Ah, so sorry. Didn't mean to offend. You're quite right of course. You did disarm the time bomb, didn't you? Yes... You did disarm that one.
Gina:
Eh? Wot are you...? 'That' one? Ya, ya mean...?
Drebber:
Kuh kuh kuh...
It was an hour later that we heard the news. Of the enormous explosion that ripped through the experimentation stage at the Great Exhibition. Professor Harebrayne's invention and all its secrets...were blown away forever.
To be continued...
Enoch Drebber's Workshop (before examining Herlock Sholmes or timer device in Mr Drebber's Back Room)
Examine
Door
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes managed to open that door in almost no time at all. It was incredible!
Susato:
Thanks to one of his great deductions, no doubt! About the shape of the lock set into the door!
Ryunosuke:
...I think maybe you're putting too much stock in his deductive abilities. Aaanyway, what's waiting for us on the other side, that's the question, isn't it? (And there's no point trying to deduce that. Let's just go and see!)
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing particular of note...)
Too many errors during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Deduction Failed
I can see nothing.
The Return of the Great Departed Soul
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Part 1
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24th October, 9:11 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Harebrayne:
Good morning to you, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, good morning, Professor. Ready for today's proceedings?
Harebrayne:
......... I hope so... I should be... Even I, with nothing left to-
Sholmes:
Good morning, my dear fellows!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, Mr Sholmes! You're here!
Sholmes:
Why, naturally! A true gentleman stands shoulder to shoulder with his friends in battle at all times!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you. I really appreciate it. ...I'll...see you later, then. Now, Professor... We really need you to remain calm in the courtroom today.
Susato:
Yes. Do try your hardest not to enter the witness stand uninvited again.
Harebrayne:
Yes! I will! I, I realise it was a mistake, but I-
Sholmes:
My dear fellows, I must interject!
Ryunosuke:
Oh...you're still here, Mr Sholmes. What's the matter?
Sholmes:
Surely you've overlooked some praise, have you not? To be cast in my direction, hm?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? I don't follow.
Sholmes:
Must I spell it out? I, the great Herlock Sholmes... The greatest detective, of worldwide acclamation... ...arose at some ungodly hour to be here now! First thing in the morning! A miracle, you must agree!
Ryunosuke:
Well...if I must agree, then...
Sholmes:
As you know, my sleep is quite impregnable. Iris had to employ her full gamut of tactics: She pulled the covers off, shook me, poked both cheeks, punched me and kicked me from the bed. Then she poured a boiling cup of her latest experimental blend on my face and at last I was bestirred!
Susato:
Oh my... Iris has been busy.
Ryunosuke:
Iris doesn't have it in her to go that far. She's too nice.
Harebrayne:
Ah, I sense the spirit of a fellow scientist! One who relishes the infinite possibilities of blending tea!
Sholmes:
I'm the one worthy of praise here! Not Iris! This is my victory!
???:
Sorry to cut in...
Ryunosuke:
Oh, Inspector Gregson! Good morning!
Sholmes:
Gregson, my dear fellow, why the grim expression at this delightfully early hour?
Gregson:
Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I've been confronted with a grimmer expression, eh?
Sholmes:
Dear me... Are you going to take that insult lying down, Professor?
Harebrayne:
Wha...? WHAT...? I DOOON'T KNOOOW!
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Professor...)
Gregson:
Anyway, here's the paperwork you asked for.
Ryunosuke:
What paperwork?
Sholmes:
Ah, I took the liberty of requesting it yesterday. I have a feeling it may prove useful.
Gregson:
You wouldn't believe the hoops I had to jump through to get this brought out of the archives. It's the Professor's autopsy report.
Susato:
That... That mass murderer's?!
Ryunosuke:
(Who killed five members of the aristocracy...)
Gregson:
He was found guilty in a closed trial ten years ago now. It was all done under wraps. And he was quickly executed soon after the trial. ...It's all in here.
The killer's autopsy report has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't know what to say! Thank you, Inspector!
Sholmes:
Yes, much obliged, Gregson.
Gregson:
Us lowly lot at the Yard are just doing what we can...in the shadow of the great detective Sholmes, of course.
Ryunosuke:
Well then, Professor Harebrayne...this is it! Today we're going to lay all this to rest at last.
Susato:
I wish you the best of luck, Professor!
Harebrayne:
......... I suppose...he'll be in there today, will he? Drebber...
Susato:
Yes. We expect the prosecution to summon him as a witness.
Harebrayne:
I'm still amazed that you managed to find him in just one day... I really owe you both so much!
Bailiff:
Counsel! And the defendant! The trial is about to resume. Kindly make your way into the courtroom at once!
Ryunosuke:
(This is it then. The final chapter. Funny. My heart's racing a little... I've not felt this before, actually. This strange foreboding... As if...something's going to happen in this trial that I'm not ready for. But I can't let that distract me from the only thing that really matters... Finding the truth!)
24th October, 9:30 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session again. We resume the public hearing of Albert Harebrayne, here present, who stands accused of murder. Are the counsels for the prosecution and defence ready to proceed?
Van Zieks:
The prosecution is ready, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
......... The defence is ready, My Lord. (As promised, Lord van Zieks has his apprentice with him. His apprentice with memory loss...)
Susato:
.........
Judge:
If I may, Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
Yes, My Lord?
Judge:
There appears to be someone standing at your side...
Van Zieks:
Ah, yes. My apprentice and assistant. The prosecution believes today's proceedings will see the complexity of this case rise considerably. I therefore instructed my assistant to attend to ensure the smooth running of the trial.
Ryunosuke:
(And the smooth running of liquid refreshments, by the look of it...)
Susato:
The way he holds himself... The way he moves... It couldn't be anyone else...
Ryunosuke:
But he's still suffering from amnesia...so there's really nothing we can do at the moment.
Susato:
I know, but... Oh, this is so very hard.
Judge:
It would appear the prosecution has done a fine job in responding to the demands of the court made yesterday. I understand you have successfully secured the engineer who disappeared from the scene on the day in question.
Van Zieks:
...Yes, My Lord. I intend to call him as a witness shortly.
Judge:
Very good, very good. Now then, ladies and gentlemen of the jury... ...who have been chosen at random to represent the will of the people in this courtroom today... ...are you ready and willing to proceed?
Juror No. 1:
Of course, My Lord. I'm sure we all understand the importance of doing our civic duty.
Juror No. 2:
I do so despise deception and deceit. I find it so very wearing...
Juror No. 3:
To take a man's life with a conjuring trick... It is against the magician's code, not to mention the law.
Juror No. 4:
Any fake scientists should feel the wrath of God, if you ask me!
Juror No. 5:
Um, we 'ave to listen to what's said on both sides 'the fence, and um...then settle on one... That's it, isn't it?
Juror No. 6:
Wasn't like this in my day. Wasn't like this at all...
Judge:
If all parties are ready to proceed, you may begin, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
Before I do, My Lord, there is a report I must read to the court. Yesterday at the Great Exhibition grounds, the evidence of primary importance in this case... ...the super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis machine, which was installed on the experimentation stage... ...was deliberately destroyed in an explosion effected by an unknown person or persons.
Juror No. 1:
It was...WHAT?!
Juror No. 6:
An explosion?!
Juror No. 4:
This...is an outrage!
Judge:
Yes, I heard this grave news yesterday. Scotland Yard submitted a report to my office in the evening. I read that the machine was blasted to smithers, and the wreckage reduced to ashes in the flames.
Van Zieks:
I have here a photographic print of the scene, taken in the wake of the explosion. It shows what little remains of the machine.
Judge:
Hm, yes... A terrible business...
Ryunosuke:
(He did it to destroy the evidence, did he?)
Susato:
That Enoch Drebber...
Judge:
The court will take this print as evidence, Counsel.
The post-explosion photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
Late yesterday afternoon... ...the protection afforded to the machine by the Special Dispensation for Scientific Equipment Act was revoked. However, before a thorough investigation could begin, the invention was obliterated from existence. As such...this will become a very different trial.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
As it stands now, with no evidence on which to draw meaningful conclusions... ...the authenticity of the kinesis machine will remain forever in obscurity.
Judge:
Hm, indeed... A most unfortunate state of affairs.
Van Zieks:
However, one thing remains clear: The victim's death was the result of the actions of the accused. Of that we can be certain. For it was the accused himself who was operating the machine and who ultimately caused its loss of control.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
As Lord van Zieks rightly says, this is a very different trial now.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
The accused accepts responsibility for his part in the events that transpired. He acknowledges that Mr Asman died as a result of the accident caused by his machine's malfunction. However, unbeknownst to the professor... ...he was being deliberately deceived by a pair of very clever fraudsters.
Judge:
Names, Counsel, if you please.
Ryunosuke:
The engineer, Mr Enoch Drebber, and the victim himself, Mr Odie Asman.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So what exactly were these two men up to behind the defendant's back?! The defence intends to expose that information, thus establishing the unequivocal innocence of the defendant!
Judge:
Thank you, Counsels. The positions of the prosecution and defence have been clearly stated. Lord van Zieks, summon your first witness, please.
Van Zieks:
At once, My Lord. The prosecution calls the engineer, Mr Enoch Drebber, to the stand!
Van Zieks:
State your name and occupation for the court.
Drebber:
Name...Enoch Drebber. Occupation... ...hard to pin down, I would say.
See that black monocle?Yes, why do I feel as though I've seen it somewhere before...?Oh! You, too? I had exactly the same feeling myself.Hm...
Drebber:
.........
Judge:
Your file indicates that you are currently being investigated in connection with another case. The theft...of a waxwork model, is it? A most extraordinary-sounding business.
Drebber:
...But that has no bearing on this trial, I assure you. Cleave it from your mind.
Van Zieks:
You're familiar with the public experiment carried out at the Great Exhibition some days ago? The accused's super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis demonstration.
Drebber:
Yes...you could say that. I am aware of it. There was a terrible accident, wasn't there?
Van Zieks:
It was you, Mr Drebber, who constructed the vast machine used in the experiment. Or so our investigations indicate. Can you confirm your involvement?
Drebber:
Yes, I constructed it. In precise accordance with the blueprints. But that's all.
Van Zieks:
Then the court would be very interested to hear your thoughts about the machine, I'm sure.
Drebber:
......... An amazing device, if you ask me. The pinnacle of modern science, making instantaneous kinesis a reality at last.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Judge:
Good... Good gracious! Do you mean to say... ...that the experiment was bona fide? Is that your belief, sir?
Drebber:
Yes, that is very much my belief. Such a waste that it blew up.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But we've already established the machine was nothing more than a prop for an elaborate conjuring trick!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
You've established nothing of the sort.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
All that was shown during yesterday's proceedings... ...is that the same outcome could have been produced by means of stage trickery. The defence merely proposed a method and demonstrated its feasibility, nothing more.
Ryunosuke:
But...but...
Judge:
We've procrastinated long enough, I feel. Witness, you will now give your formal testimony... ...about the machine that you constructed for the purpose of the demonstration at the Great Exhibition.
Drebber:
...Understood.
Witness Testimony
- The Kinesis Machine -
Drebber:
I met the young professor approximately one year ago, through Mr Asman's introduction.
He provided me with the blueprints and I constructed the machine to his precise specifications. It was no trick.
If the whole show was a fraud, it would have required a body double. Tell me...did the victim have a twin?
All the spectators saw the birdcage appear above their heads and then crash headfirst into the Crystal Tower.
A terrible accident, I grant you. Perhaps the science on which the machine was built was flawed somehow?
Ryunosuke:
A, a body double?!
Drebber:
That goes without saying, surely? To give the impression that something has moved when in reality it hasn't. It's a basic conjuring principle. The deception cannot be achieved without substituting the original with a fake at some point in the performance. But would I be right in saying...you haven't managed to establish anything along those lines?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Van Zieks:
Incidentally... ...the prosecution has already confirmed that Mr Asman had no twin siblings.
Judge:
Hmmm... It's my understanding that this witness is well-versed in conjuring artfulness. But such talents do not indicate that he was actually able to accomplish what he claims. Namely the construction of what, by all accounts, must have been an extremely complex scientific machine.
Drebber:
...Whatever do you mean?
Judge:
Yesterday's proceedings brought the true nature of your past exploits to light, Mr Drebber.
Ryunosuke:
Indeed it did, My Lord! As a swindler who preys on innocent scientists to elicit government grant money through conjuring know-how.
Drebber:
...Yes, it's true that I possess considerable knowledge of stage magic. But crucially, my scientific knowledge more than matches that of any academic in the field.
Van Zieks:
Investigation of the witness's workshop attests to that claim, My Lord. As evidence, the police found this Royal Society trophy for young talent in science there.
Susato:
Yes, that's true. We spotted it there ourselves!
Drebber:
If a hypothesis is sound, it can always be forged into a physical manifestation...with sufficient skill. Though I may have sold the secrets of some deceptive wiles to snivelling, talentless scientists in the past.
Judge:
Would, would you therefore assert...that the explosion of the machine was...
Drebber:
An unfortunate accident. ...Or, of course, a deliberate act of murder carried out by misuse of the science.
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence...your cross-examination, please!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Kinesis Machine -
Drebber:
I met the young professor approximately one year ago, through Mr Asman's introduction.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you were already acquainted with Mr Asman himself?
Drebber:
Not really. By chance, I'd seen his name mentioned in the papers, that's all. But I had no interest in his private affairs. If he was an unscrupulous investor, it was no concern of mine. As long as people pay their bills, I take up my tools and construct what they ask for.
Ryunosuke:
So why did Mr Asman approach you in particular, then?
Drebber:
Who can say? I presume because my name is associated with excellence in engineering.
Ryunosuke:
...Not to mention excellence in fraud.
Drebber:
Hard to gauge. But the point is, all I did was construct the machine according to the blueprints I was given.
Van Zieks:
In other words, the kinesis machine was built on solid scientific principles.
Drebber:
Yes, you might say that. Professor Harebrayne certainly has a mind like no other.
Drebber:
He provided me with the blueprints and I constructed the machine to his precise specifications. It was no trick.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
It's clear that you have both scientific knowledge and knowledge of conjuring magic, however.
Drebber:
The more knowledge you have, the better equipped you are to handle whatever comes along. But your implication is that I furnished the machine with some trickery, I think.
Ryunosuke:
It's a possibility that we have to explore.
Drebber:
Unfortunately though, the machine has been blown to kingdom come. So there's really nothing left to explore...is there?
Van Zieks:
It appears that the kinesis machine was fitted with a timed explosive device of some kind.
Drebber:
And there's nothing left of that device either. Not a single shred of evidence remaining...I hear.
Ryunosuke:
(He must have planned all this from the outset.)
Drebber:
But in any case, it's abundantly clear that the experiment couldn't have been a trick.
Drebber:
If the whole show was a fraud, it would have required a body double. Tell me...did the victim have a twin?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Of course! That's it! Mr Asman was a twin!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Perhaps my learned friend wasn't listening earlier. ...Mr Asman had no twin siblings.
Ryunosuke:
No, I heard you before. ...But the thread of hope hadn't quite left me.
Susato:
The demonstration could have been a trick, if there was somebody who looked sufficiently like the victim. But Dr Sithe absolutely ruled that out as a possibility.
Van Zieks:
It is beyond question that the victim himself, Mr Asman, did move from the stage to the Crystal Tower. The fingerprints found at the scene attest to the fact.
Susato:
So it can't have been orchestrated using someone who looked identical to Mr Asman then.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
What are you thinking, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! No...nothing. Just that the idea of someone who looked identical to the victim is playing on my mind...
Drebber:
All the spectators saw the birdcage appear above their heads and then crash headfirst into the Crystal Tower.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
It crashed 'headfirst', you say?
Drebber:
According to the many witness reports from those there at the time, yes.
Ryunosuke:
Were you not there at the exhibition grounds on the day?
Drebber:
Hm...unlikely. I rarely leave my workshop.
Ryunosuke:
Yet another of your unique inventions was found at the scene.
Drebber:
......... Well...it was the unveiling of a machine I'd laboured over for many months. I saw it clearly with my own eyes. The birdcage plummeted headfirst into the tower.
Ryunosuke:
What a surprise...
Drebber:
I believe the victim's neck was broken from the headlong fall, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
How would you have come by that information?
Drebber:
Even an infernal recluse like me reads the newspapers, you know. According to the reports, two injuries were apparent on the victim's body.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, he'd been stabbed in the chest by a screwdriver believed to belong to the defendant... ...and he had broken vertebrae as a result of a fall from a considerable height.
Van Zieks:
...Correct. My learned friend has been doing his research, it seems.
Ryunosuke:
Do we know which injury was the fatal one?
Van Zieks:
Sadly not. Forensic science is not yet at a level where such things can be determined.
Judge:
Hm...
Van Zieks:
What we do know is that the victim died having sustained both injuries at some point during the experiment. And since he was found in the birdcage with his neck broken...
Drebber:
...It's obvious that he fell from a considerable height.
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... I suppose that's hard to deny...)
Present Wooden 'Birdcage' (after examining hole in cage or cracked wood)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
We've examined the birdcage that crashed into the Crystal Tower ourselves. As you can see, the cage, which is a wooden construction, has sustained damage in one particular spot.
Van Zieks:
Following the explosion, it fell some thirty feet into the glass of the Crystal Tower. That level of damage is to be expected, surely.
Ryunosuke:
I agree. The damage itself is entirely understandable. What doesn't make sense... ...is the location of that damage.
Drebber:
...!
Ryunosuke:
All the breakages in the wood are at the base of the birdcage, not the top!
Drebber:
What are you saying?!
Judge:
That's the opposite of where they should be!
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. The birdcage that was at the scene is damaged at its base. So we have reports of the birdcage falling headlong into the Crystal Tower, yet the damage is at the bottom. The only way to reconcile these two facts is to accept... ...that there were two birdcages in play that day, which were at some point switched! Switched during what wasn't a scientific experiment at all...but an elaborate piece of stage trickery!
Drebber:
Gaaaaaaa...gh!
Judge:
Good gracious! Explain yourself, witness!
Drebber:
I...well...
Van Zieks:
If we examine the facts, there's only one logical conclusion we can draw. The damage on the base of the birdcage clearly indicates that it crashed tailfirst into the tower.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But multiple witness reports claim it fell headfirst!
Van Zieks:
The birdcage materialised in the sky next to a balloon flying over the stage, following a spontaneous explosion. At an altitude of some sixty feet above ground level.
Susato:
Which is approximately eighteen metres.
Van Zieks:
It then proceeded to fall some thirty feet into the Crystal Tower in the ensuing deflagration. Witness reports amid such chaos...are notoriously unreliable.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But the victim's neck was broken!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
He plummeted thirty feet inside a heavy, wooden cage. However he fell, it would be unsurprising to find one or two of his vertebrae crushed.
Drebber:
......... Kuh kuh kuh kuh kuh... A riveting scientific analysis of events from the prosecution there. Though to be even more rigorous, you would have to say it was only one vertebra, actually.
Ryunosuke:
...! (He wasn't quiet for long...)
Susato:
I find it hard to see what's motivating Lord van Zieks. This witness is clearly a swindler, and one who deceived a personal friend of his.
Ryunosuke:
......... 'If you're going to establish this deception, do it right.'
Susato:
Sorry?
Ryunosuke:
I feel like that's the undertone here.
Drebber:
Ah yes, and there's one more point the defence appears to have forgotten. It obviously wasn't a trick...as a certain truth very plainly demonstrates.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Judge:
It seems to me that the cross-examination had better continue until we resolve this matter. Mr Drebber, you will amend your testimony with details of this 'truth'.
Drebber:
Of course. We must treat the matter scientifically, after all.
Ryunosuke:
(Agh, I nearly had him there...)
Drebber:
.........
Changes statement "All the spectators saw the birdcage appear above their heads and then crash headfirst into the Crystal Tower." to "The kinesis clearly took place, because there's nowhere else thirty feet high for the birdcage to have fallen from."
Drebber:
The kinesis clearly took place, because there's nowhere else thirty feet high for the birdcage to have fallen from.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Drebber:
Well, before the demonstration began, the victim was alive on stage in front of the audience.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...there are lots of witnesses who saw Mr Asman on the experimentation stage, that's true.
Drebber:
And the victim's neck broke as a result of an impact following a fall. Logically, therefore, the victim must have fallen from somewhere.
Van Zieks:
The balloon that exploded was at an altitude of sixty feet. The point of impact on the tower was thirty feet up. That difference of thirty feet is therefore the total distance the birdcage fell.
Drebber:
And there's no other location from which the cage could have fallen that distance if it didn't drop out of the sky. Ergo... ...the victim himself must have been beamed from the stage into the sky above the Crystal Tower.
Judge:
Hmmmmmm... A trenchant, scientific analysis. Dear me, every time I hear it explained, it sounds increasingly plausible.
Drebber:
Oh yes. It's all very well thought out.
Susato:
Certainly all the spectators on the day saw it. The birdcage plummeting thirty feet through the air, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
(Irritatingly, yes...)
Present Experiment Sketch
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"This is a diagram of the experimentation stage and its surroundings."
Drebber:
A terrible accident, I grant you. Perhaps the science on which the machine was built was flawed somehow?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you understood the science, did you?
Drebber:
Not in the slightest.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Right...
Drebber:
As I've said a number of times, I'm an engineer. My job is to manufacture according to the blueprints I'm given. I would be inviting manifold problems if I foolishly allowed my brain to digest the ideas behind them. I could be accused of stealing those ideas, for example.
Ryunosuke:
But how is it possible to construct a machine without really understanding the principles it relies on?
Drebber:
Well, you're practising law without really understanding the principles it relies on, aren't you?
Ryunosuke:
......... A very good point.
Susato:
Stand up for yourself, Mr Naruhodo!
Van Zieks:
The point is, the experiment resulted in instantaneous kinesis taking place. As such, the science must be sound.
Drebber:
Yes. And really, experimental results are all that matters when it comes to proving a hypothesis.
Ryunosuke:
(He's certainly very sure of himself...)
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, now that the machine has been completely destroyed by yesterday's explosion... ...it's going to be impossible to argue its authenticity one way or the other.
Susato:
But if we're unable to establish that it was a piece of stage trickery rather than genuine science... ...we will have no grounds on which to demonstrate Professor Harebrayne's innocence.
Ryunosuke:
Both Mr Asman and this man in the stand tricked the professor and used him. They took advantage of his naivety and his unbending belief in his work...and I won't let them get away with it! (And seeing as the professor is an old friend of Lord van Zieks... ...what on earth must he be feeling towards Drebber?)
Ryunosuke:
This is a diagram of the experimentation stage and its surroundings.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
We know that somehow, the birdcage appeared in mid-air before falling down into the Crystal Tower. A fall of about thirty feet...or nine metres. However, if you examine the diagram carefully... ...you'll see that there is one other possible location from which the birdcage could have fallen... ...the same distance of thirty feet.
Van Zieks:
No!
Drebber:
.........
Judge:
Well, it appears the defence has a possible explanation to put forward. Go ahead, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. Of course.
Judge:
You will indicate the place to which you are referring on this same diagram. The alternative location from which the birdcage could possibly have fallen the requisite thirty feet!
Present experimentation stage
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The place I'm referring to...is here!"
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
If it had fallen from here, the birdcage would have plummeted the same thirty-foot distance!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
If that's my learned friend's claim, I suggest he demonstrates for the court...personally.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Judge:
And you may consider this a parting gift, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I feel like I've just hit the deck from thirty feet up anyway now...)
Judge:
Don't give me recourse to make the next fall from sixty feet up, hm?
Leads back to:
"You will indicate the place to which you are referring on this same diagram."
Ryunosuke:
The place I'm referring to...is here!
Judge:
But that's... ...where the birdcage would have been to begin with!
Ryunosuke:
Which is exactly the point, My Lord. Yes, the birdcage was in the machine on the stage. But what we must also consider, is the height of the stage itself.
Judge:
Go on, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
It turns out that the experimentation stage was built at a considerable height above ground level. If you look at the diagram, in fact... ...you'll see it's at about the same height above the ground as the balloon was above the crash site.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
When the experiment got underway, the machine and the birdcage were engulfed in steam. At that moment, the floor of the stage gave way and, if we assume there to be a void underneath... ...this birdcage and the one seen by the audience would have fallen almost exactly the same distance! Once again, My Lord... ...this all points to the fact that there was not one birdcage, but two!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
My learned friend...has no evidence that the stage had such a contrivance in its design!
Ryunosuke:
Someone is responsible for the criminal destruction of the kinesis machine itself, it's true. However, the stage still stands. And take a moment to look at the photographic print of the scene following yesterday's explosion.
Judge:
Good Lord! The metal grille that formed the floor of the machine is undone!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, most likely blown open by the force of the explosion that destroyed the rest of the machine. The defence calls for the space below the stage to be investigated...immediately! Mr Drebber!
Drebber:
...!
Ryunosuke:
It was you who built the kinesis machine. Which means that it was you who built the two birdcages that were used to carry out this deception.
Drebber:
Uh...ughhh...
Ryunosuke:
Whether Professor Harebrayne's hypothesis is sound or not makes no difference. Because it's the construction of this machine that matters. A machine designed to take Mr Asman's life... ...and lay the blame firmly at the professor's door. Something that could only have been carried out... ...by you, Mr Enoch Drebber!
Drebber:
Grrr... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
If my learned friend has reached the end of his wild assertions... ...the prosecution would like to crush the defence's argument slowly...but surely.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Van Zieks:
Your argument fails to hold water... ...on two counts.
Ryunosuke:
Two?!
Van Zieks:
Firstly... ...before and after the experiment, this witness went nowhere near the kinesis machine. Every relevant member of staff from the exhibition has attested to that.
Judge:
And I believe members of Scotland Yard have also been on watch duty at every public experiment.
Van Zieks:
In other words, Mr Drebber had no opportunity to switch the alleged pair of birdcages.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But I've already explained why he wouldn't have needed to!
Van Zieks:
The nonsense with the crossbow? That doesn't bolster your case at all. The man who disappeared from the stage and the man who crashed into the tower are one and the same. The Forensic Investigation Team's report is unequivocal on that point!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Van Zieks:
And the second flaw in your assertion... ...is a distinct lack of motive. Why would this man have wanted to take the victim's life? He had no reason to do so.
Ryunosuke:
A...a motive...? (Do I have to think of everything myself?)
Van Zieks:
I have here a contract provided by the witness.
Judge:
What contract is this, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
The contract into which Mr Drebber entered with the victim, Mr Asman. It reads: 'Mr Drebber is to receive thirty percent of all remunerations from government grants or other income.'
Judge:
Thirty percent? Certainly very favourable contractual conditions.
Drebber:
But there was one very important provision bolted onto that clause.
Ryunosuke:
What provision?
Van Zieks:
'Mr Drebber may only uphold this right on condition that both contracting parties are alive.'
Drebber:
In other words, if either of us were to die, the contract would become null and void. So you see, I had nothing to gain from Mr Asman's death. The diametric opposite, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Van Zieks:
Need I say more? The witness had neither an opportunity nor a reason to commit the alleged crime. In short, the possibility of Mr Drebber having done as you suggest...is nil.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... UWAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Hm... It seems the defence's assertion was somewhat wide of the mark. Lord van Zieks...you will submit the contract as evidence, please.
Drebber's contract has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(It's true... If Drebber had no opportunity to switch the birdcage under the stage with the one in the Crystal Tower... ...he couldn't have done it. And in any case, I have no idea what his motive might have been!)
Susato:
There is one aspect of your argument... ...that still holds true, however.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
There were two birdcages. The prosecution is unable to deny that.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Susato:
So I'm sure you're on the right lines, Mr Naruhodo. And I've no doubt there are other aspects of your assertion that are undeniable truths, too!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Well, it would seem... ...that the defence has no rejoinder to offer.
Drebber:
......... Kuh kuh kuh... Well, I must say I'm a little surprised. I came here to testify about the machine I built, and instead my reputation is defiled. But the prosecution's counter has set the record straight, I think. It's impossible that I'm the culprit.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
At the beginning of this trial, we believed that there was only one birdcage. Yet now we know there must have been two. In other words, there was more to the demonstration than we realised at first.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I think it's abundantly clear that the same applies to the culprit.
Van Zieks:
Get to the point.
Ryunosuke:
The stage demonstration... ...was constructed and set up in its entirety by you, Mr Drebber. Therefore it's inconceivable that you had no hand in the events that transpired.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So if circumstances mean it's impossible that you could have carried out the crime yourself... ...it points to the fact that someone else was involved.
Judge:
Someone else? Counsel, are you suggesting...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord! Mr Drebber had an accomplice!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
An accomplice now? Well then, I presume... ...you're prepared for what's to come? Now that you're accusing not only this witness, but someone else...of the most serious of crimes.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
If these accusations turn out to be false... ...then make no mistake: The prosecution will demand an equally serious punishment for your slander!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Judge:
Well, Counsel? Do you intend to pursue this course, and formally accuse another party of involvement in this matter?
Ryunosuke:
......... (What do I do here? At the moment, this is little more than a hunch on my part. I don't know for sure if Drebber had an accomplice, or even if he really is the culprit here...)
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(One way or another, though, I have to make my position clear. ...As a lawyer. So what's my stance going to be? Did Drebber have an accomplice...or not?)
Name the accomplice
Leads to:
"The defence is ready to name Mr Drebber's accomplice!"
Back down
Ryunosuke:
(Let's face it, I have no idea who is accomplice might actually have been. Which isn't the strongest position to be in, is it, Ryunosuke?)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, think of the sword at your side. Karuma is crying out.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
Crying out for you to show the strength of your conviction now as a lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, you're right. This sword that I inherited, which embodies the will of my best friend... ...is my own accomplice!
Susato:
I'm not sure that's quite the right word, but...that's the spirit, certainly!
Leads to:
"The defence is ready to name Mr Drebber's accomplice!"
Ryunosuke:
The defence is ready to name Mr Drebber's accomplice! (Somehow the two birdcages must have been switched. Everything points to that. Yet according to the coroner's report, that's not a possibility. But that inconsistency itself is a clue!)
Judge:
Counsel...
Ryunosuke:
Hm? ...My Lord?!
Judge:
You have received a stark warning already. If you are nevertheless determined... ...then I must now ask you to identify this alleged accomplice by name. So...your answer, please. Who do you claim to have been Mr Drebber's accomplice?
Present Courtney Sithe profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The name of the person in question is..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
......... Who is this person?
Ryunosuke:
Someone intimately related to the crime, My Lord...and someone you surely wouldn't say you don't know!
Judge:
Yes, thank you, I am aware of the person, obviously. But on what basis do you claim felonious involvement?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
You surely wouldn't say you don't know...would you?
Ryunosuke:
Uwaaaaaagh!
Susato:
I'm sure you simply slipped and pointed to the wrong person, didn't you? There's no other explanation!
Judge:
No 'slip-ups' this time, please, Counsel.
Leads back to:
"Who do you claim to have been Mr Drebber's accomplice?"
Ryunosuke:
The name of the person in question is...
Van Zieks:
What's wrong, my Nipponese friend? Surely fear doesn't bind your tongue now. It's a little late for that.
Ryunosuke:
(Of course I'm afraid. After all, naming her in this capacity is definitely going to make waves. ...A lot of waves. I could very well turn every single person in this courtroom against me.)
Susato:
I'm sure it will be alright, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you, Miss Susato.
Susato:
The enemy always appears larger than life. But you'll appear exactly the same to the enemy!
Ryunosuke:
...Alright then, here goes...
Van Zieks:
You've kept us waiting long enough. Your answer, Counsel...now.
Ryunosuke:
The person who colluded with Mr Drebber in order to carry out this wicked crime... ...is Scotland Yard's coroner, Dr Courtney Sithe!
Judge:
What, what the blazes are you talking about? Dr Sithe?
Van Zieks:
The head of the Forensic Investigation Team, and the coroner who conducted the autopsy on the victim?!
Ryunosuke:
We know there were two birdcages. So who could have carried out the switch to complete the illusion? The 'accident' happened in front of a huge crowd of spectators, and the area was immediately sealed off. Then everyone, police officers included, were banished to make way for the Forensic Investigation Team. When else could the switch have occurred? It can only have been in that team's presence.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
It's essential that the court determines exactly what happened following the incident. The defence demands that Dr Sithe be summoned to the witness stand at once to testify!
Juror No. 6:
You've got a nerve, lad! Standing up there, dragging the Yard's name through the mud!
Ryunosuke:
I, I didn't mean to...
Juror No. 6:
I know the woman veeery well. There's no better dead room worker out there! How dare you call her a criminal?!
Van Zieks:
My learned friend's imagination appears to be wilder than the East End at night.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
But the recklessness of your accusation aside, there's another grave problem with your argument. One which the prosecution demands you address at once.
Ryunosuke:
A grave problem?
Susato:
Oh my word...
Van Zieks:
Who do you claim acted as the victim's doppelgänger?
Ryunosuke:
W-What?
Judge:
Hmmm... Certainly, if the 'birdcage' containing the body of the victim was exchanged for another... ...that cage must also have contained a body.
Van Zieks:
And yet... ...no missing persons or accidental deaths of anyone even remotely resembling the victim have been reported. Which means there was no one, dead or alive, who could have fulfilled the role of a body double for Mr Asman.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (That's true! If my argument is that there were two birdcages, then there must also have been one person inside each! But I don't know if I've got an answer to this yet, have I? What can I do to reveal how this body double stunt was achieved?)
Name someone
Ryunosuke:
Very well. The defence will address my learned friend's concerns... ...by revealing the identity of the person who acted as Mr Asman's body double!
Van Zieks:
Be my guest. Give us a name.
Ryunosuke:
(The body double and the birdcage were hiding inside the balloon that was floating above the stage. Which means that any witnesses would only have seen them from sixty feet away. ...So who was it that appeared out of that explosion some eighteen metres above the spectators...?) ......... Aha! In place of Mr Asman in the second birdcage was...
Present anyone
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
This person is the most likely candidate I can think of... wouldn't you agree?
Judge:
...I would not.
Van Zieks:
Would anyone?
Susato:
I'm sorry, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Even you're turning your back on me, Miss Susato? I must be really wide of the mark!
Van Zieks:
...You have a head. Try using it.
Judge:
I must ask you to reconsider your answer, Counsel.
Leads back to:
"But I don't know if I've got an answer to this yet, have I?"
Present evidence
Ryunosuke:
Very well. The defence will address my learned friend's concerns... ...by presenting evidence that reveals the true nature of Mr Asman's body double!
Judge:
Good gracious! Evidence? I do hope this isn't filibustering, Counsel. The court is expecting a name.
Van Zieks:
If you think you have relevant evidence, present it now.
Ryunosuke:
(The body double and the birdcage were hiding inside the balloon that was floating above the stage. Which means that any witnesses would only have seen them from sixty feet away. ...So who was it that appeared out of that explosion some eighteen metres above the spectators...?) ......... Aha! The body double inside the second birdcage was...
Present Waxwork Head
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"We know that the victim, Mr Asman, was in the birdcage that was situated inside the kinesis machine on stage."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well...probably something along these lines, I think...
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Then let's see what happens to that piece of evidence when dropped from a great height... ...whilst within your grasp, of course.
Susato:
He's suggesting you and the evidence die together, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, that came across. (It's hard to see how another person could have been inside the second birdcage. Which means the body double must have been something else...)
Judge:
I shall have to ask you to reconsider your answer, Counsel.
Leads back to:
"But I don't know if I've got an answer to this yet, have I?"
Nothing at the moment
Ryunosuke:
I can't explain that at the moment.
Van Zieks:
Oh really. And when can the court expect an explanation?
Ryunosuke:
......... Maybe tomorrow?
Van Zieks:
Then you can take your leave of us until then.
Susato:
People who procrastinate lose everything in the end, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...Isn't that slightly over-the-top?
Susato:
We can discuss that later. But for now, you ought to consider what you can do, not what you can't.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, yes. I'll think again...
Leads back to:
"What can I do to reveal how this body double stunt was achieved?"
Ryunosuke:
We know that the victim, Mr Asman, was in the birdcage that was situated inside the kinesis machine on stage. And therefore he couldn't have been inside the second birdcage. Instead, that contained something else... What's been described as a 'body double', which is what fell from the sky and crashed into the Crystal Tower.
Judge:
Yes, Counsel, according to your somewhat elaborate version of events.
Ryunosuke:
And that 'body double' inside the second birdcage was in fact... .........
Susato:
It's alright, Mr Naruhodo. You're ready for this. Just steel yourself...and come out with it!
Ryunosuke:
...Thank you, Miss Susato! I needed that. As I was saying...the 'body double' inside the second birdcage was... ...as unbelievable as it may seem...that thing there!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
......... Open your eyes and look into mine, my Nipponese friend. Now tell me...
...what are you playing at?
Ryunosuke:
(Stand firm now, Ryunosuke! This is the time to show your Japanese spirit!) As the court will observe...this is a waxwork model. A model, in fact, of an infamous London murderer from ten years ago: the Professor!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
You started by indicting the leader of the Forensic Investigation Team as an accomplice in this crime. And now you've moved on to indicting waxworks?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes! That's about the size of it.
Van Zieks:
But why? And why THIS waxwork? It looks nothing like the victim. In fact, it could hardly resemble him less! What possible justification can you give?
Ryunosuke:
If you want to know why... ...ask Mr Drebber.
Drebber:
...!
Van Zieks:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Just days before Professor Harebrayne performed his public demonstration... ...Mr Drebber abducted this model from Madame Tusspells.
Judge:
Did, did you say...abducted?!
Ryunosuke:
And two days after the incident at the Great Exhibition... ...he returned it to the museum.
Van Zieks:
Then the timing...
Judge:
Is this true, Mr Drebber?
Drebber:
Ugh... Urmm...
Ryunosuke:
At first, I couldn't see why Mr Drebber would have stolen the waxwork and then given it back again. But now, the reason is clear. He took it so that he could put it inside the second birdcage...as a body double for Mr Asman!
Drebber:
Guh...............!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Are you hearing this, ladies and gentlemen of the jury? Are you hearing the defence's astonishing proposal?
Juror No. 1:
...!
Juror No. 2:
...!
Van Zieks:
That the witness fabricated this vast machine with the intention of deceiving some wretched scientist. That he did so in collusion with the country's finest coroner, on a public stage in front of a vast audience.
Juror No. 3:
...!
Juror No. 4:
...!
Van Zieks:
And that, to effect the deception, he used a waxwork model that in no way resembles the victim. Are we really to believe this far-fetched tale? What do you decide?
Juror No. 5:
...!
Juror No. 6:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Wait! Yes, if you put it like that, of course it sounds implausible!
???:
My Lord!
Juror No. 1:
I need to speak, if you please.
Judge:
Go ahead, Mr Foreman.
Juror No. 1:
Myself and my colleagues have reached an agreement.
Judge:
Very good. In that case... ...ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will state your leanings for the court to hear now!
Juror No. 1:
Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
So, as indicated by the foreman, the jury has reached a consensus.
Ryunosuke:
(I knew that was going to happen.)
Susato:
We shall get through this, Mr Naruhodo, as we always do. And uncover some new truths along the way, I'm quite sure.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I agree. I'm going to have to appeal to the jurors as usual, and see if I can persuade them to change their minds!
Judge:
The defence will now embark on a summation examination. Are you and your fellows ready to proceed, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
We are, My Lord.
Judge:
Very well. In that case, I ask you now to state clearly for all present to hear... ...the grounds on which each of you has decided that the defendant is guilty of the crime of which he is charged.
Judicial Findings
- The Jurors' Contentions -
Juror No. 6:
I've known that woman for years! She'd never be an accomplice to anything!
Juror No. 1:
It's utter nonsense to think those two would ever be conniving with one another.
Juror No. 2:
Oh dear, this is most troubling... But surely the waxwork the man stole is nothing to do with the coroner, is it?
Juror No. 3:
I have had my own problems with members of the police. I do not trust them much...
Juror No. 4:
I've seen no rigorous proof that this waxwork was ever inside the birdcage. It's conjecture!
Juror No. 5:
Accusin' someone without right evidences? Ee's not a proper job, is ee? I won't 'ave it!
Judge:
Somewhat unsurprisingly... ...it seems the introduction of this waxwork model to the proceedings has polarised opinion.
Van Zieks:
Given that its face is obscured and its build in no way resembles that of the victim... ...I can only applaud my learned friend's temerity at suggesting it as Mr Asman's body double.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, the applause is deafening. ...And yes, I know it seems extraordinary. But that's the point. That's why I have a strong feeling it's actually a greater clue than anyone yet realises...)
Susato:
What are you thinking, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I can't explain why at the moment... ...but I feel as though there's a specific reason why it was used. Why it had to be this model.
Susato:
Really? A reason why nothing else would do, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. And I'm convinced... ...it's something far more significant than whether or not the model looked like the victim.
Susato:
Well...if that's the case... ...we must prevent the trial from ending prematurely at all costs!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, agreed. (I have to find a way out of this...!)
Judge:
If you are ready, Counsel, you may proceed with the summation examination.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Jury Examination
- The Defence's Rebuttal -
Juror No. 6:
I've known that woman for years! She'd never be an accomplice to anything!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Um...the order of things seems to have changed around here for some reason...
Juror No. 6:
I'm a copper, lad. It's a copper's discretion to bend the rules sometimes, when needs must. What's wrong with that?!
Ryunosuke:
(...Where do I start?)
Juror No. 6:
I've been working at the Yard for forty odd years!
Ryunosuke:
That's...even more than I thought.
Juror No. 6:
We've only had a metropolitan police service in town for seventy years, you know. 'Course, times have changed. The public didn't trust coppers back when I started. It was rough. We had to fight crime, and we had to fight to win the public's trust as well. And win we did. Forensic science was in its infancy too, even more than it is now. And she spearheaded the revolution!
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe, you mean?
Juror No. 6:
That's right. About ten years ago now, it was. When I was still a youngish bobby on the beat. That's when she started making a name for herself as a top-class coroner. And now look at her! Head of the Forensic Investigation Team. And a woman, no less. Well you won't hear me complain! It's what we all dreamt of back then, I tell you!
Ryunosuke:
...Could you tell me without holding that gun in the air?!
Juror No. 6:
We were all out to uphold justice, lad! Full of vim, we were. Full of vim.
Ryunosuke:
...That's coming across loud and clear.
Juror No. 6:
She was Courtney Stevens back when I knew her, of course. A legendary coroner, even then.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
She was legendary, was she?
Juror No. 6:
What did you say?!
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Juror No. 6:
That woman is still the best coroner in the land! Head of the Forensics Investigation Team!
Ryunosuke:
Um...'legendary' was your description, sir, not mine.
Juror No. 6:
Rubbish! That word never passed my lips! I'd never describe anybody that way! Ever! Not if they were still in the game!
Ryunosuke:
......... ...I think the point you're trying to make is that Dr Sithe is an extremely talented coroner. Would that be fair?
Juror No. 6:
It would! If it weren't for the fact that you're trying to drag that legendary woman's reputation through the mud!
Ryunosuke:
(I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that 'legendary'.)
Pit against Juror No. 2's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good gracious! To whose statements do you refer, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
So...juror number two.
Juror No. 2:
Oh gosh! Me? W-What can I do for you?
Ryunosuke:
I presume that you heard what juror number six said in his statement? It's brought to light the maiden name of the coroner, Dr Sithe. Which in turn has revealed a connection that wasn't apparent before.
Juror No. 2:
Well naturally, as a woman of society, I find such connections and relationships irresistible. But oh golly... I'm afraid I fail to see what you mean.
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe's maiden name is Stevens. And through that name, the coroner is very definitely linked to the waxwork of the killer. The defence has evidence to prove it.
Juror No. 2:
My goodness! Evidence, you say? How, how utterly enthralling!
Judge:
Counsel, the court cannot overlook that last remark. I very much hope there is substance to your claim.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, My Lord. I would ask the court to look at this: The evidence that clearly links Dr Sithe to the mass murderer known as the Professor!
Present Killer's Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I have here a certain autopsy report from ten years ago.
Judge:
A ten-year-old autopsy report? What relevance does that have?
Ryunosuke:
It is of course from the autopsy of the person portrayed in the waxwork: the killer known as the Professor.
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
The Professor's...? But the man was a capital offender, so...
Ryunosuke:
That's right. This is the certification of death that was drawn up after the convict's execution. The identity of the killer was never made public, so the report gives few details. But what's important is the name of the coroner who wrote it: Courtney Stevens.
Juror No. 2:
Oh my! Courtney Stevens?!
Juror No. 6:
Strike a light!
Ryunosuke:
It appears that the Professor's autopsy was conducted by Dr Sithe ten years ago. And a few days ago, Mr Drebber very deliberately stole the waxwork of the Professor from Madame Tusspells. A waxwork that doesn't in fact resemble the victim, Mr Asman, at all.
Juror No. 2:
And do you suppose...there's some unsavoury relationship between those events?
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely! I'm sure of it! There's no doubt in my mind that the Professor case... ...is at the heart of a link that we have yet to uncover... ...between Dr Courtney Sithe and Mr Enoch Drebber!
Juror No. 2:
......... Hidden links...mysterious connections...secret relationships... This is all most extraordinary. We're surely obliged now to explore this further.
Juror No. 6:
Quite right. We can't let this trial come to an end now. Not while there's this cloud of suspicion hanging over the Yard's best coroner. It wasn't like this in my day! But we're still here to uphold justice in the end!
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to "If a Yard coroner's under suspicion, then we're not done here yet, are we? Clearly!"
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to "It's the Professor! That's what links that frightful swindler and the coroner!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Juror No. 2:
Are you quite alright, sir? All colour has drained from your cheeks. You look just like a waxwork yourself.
Ryunosuke:
I think...my lack of colour must reflect my lack of confidence...
Juror No. 6:
Hmph. Wait till you hit my age, lad. You won't have any colour left to drain.
Judge:
I said before that the court could not overlook your claim of evidence. But it seems to me that overlooking it would have been the more preferable choice by some margin.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh. I was sure I had something...)
Juror No. 2:
Oh gosh! There's, there's wax dripping from your brow! You're melting!
Ryunosuke:
Just a cold sweat. Nothing new.
Judge:
Let us return to the jurors' statements and put this debacle behind us.
Leads back to summation examination
Juror No. 6:
If a Yard coroner's under suspicion, then we're not done here yet, are we? Clearly!
Juror No. 1:
It's utter nonsense to think those two would ever be conniving with one another.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But we're only just starting to understand this case!
Juror No. 1:
.........
Ryunosuke:
W-What are you reading there, sir?!
Juror No. 1:
The man behind those murders on Solar Pons Street was caught in two days flat. That's real policing for you.
Ryunosuke:
That's...really not relevant to this case, is it?
Juror No. 1:
You're wrong there. Because it was Dr Sithe in charge of examining the bodies. And it was evidence arising from her work that led to the arrest of the scoundrel responsible.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Juror No. 1:
That's right, 'Oh.' That woman is at the forefront of this country's fight against crime. The idea that she's somehow involved in this murky business is a load of old tosh.
Ryunosuke:
(I thought it was up to me to 'press' the jurors, not the other way around...)
Juror No. 2:
Oh dear, this is most troubling... But surely the waxwork the man stole is nothing to do with the coroner, is it?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Why would you assume that?
Juror No. 2:
Well, quite simply because...that unsettling swindler has no relationship with the woman, does he?
Ryunosuke:
True. As it stands, we don't know of any connection.
Juror No. 2:
Oh gosh, but it would be delightfully romantic if they were somehow to have a mutual interest in the waxwork.
Ryunosuke:
Romantic?
Juror No. 2:
A woman of society such as myself views everything in terms of relationships, you know.
Ryunosuke:
Well, you learn something new every day! (Even if you don't want to.)
Juror No. 2:
One might wonder about a possible relationship between the defendant and this coroner woman. Or perhaps between the defendant and the handsome prosecutor just there.
Ryunosuke:
(This woman...may be more astute than I've been giving her credit for.)
Susato:
If that's the woman's stance... ...then perhaps demonstrating some connection between the waxwork and Dr Sithe would be enough...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I agree. As soon as we have even a whiff of a connection, she'll be the first to know!
Pit against Juror No. 6's statement (after Juror No. 6 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good gracious! To whose statements do you refer, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
So...juror number two.
Juror No. 2:
Oh gosh! Me? W-What can I do for you?
Ryunosuke:
I presume that you heard what juror number six said in his statement? It's brought to light the maiden name of the coroner, Dr Sithe. Which in turn has revealed a connection that wasn't apparent before.
Juror No. 2:
Well naturally, as a woman of society, I find such connections and relationships irresistible. But oh golly... I'm afraid I fail to see what you mean.
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe's maiden name is Stevens. And through that name, the coroner is very definitely linked to the waxwork of the killer. The defence has evidence to prove it.
Juror No. 2:
My goodness! Evidence, you say? How, how utterly enthralling!
Judge:
Counsel, the court cannot overlook that last remark. I very much hope there is substance to your claim.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, My Lord. I would ask the court to look at this: The evidence that clearly links Dr Sithe to the mass murderer known as the Professor!
Present Killer's Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I have here a certain autopsy report from ten years ago.
Judge:
A ten-year-old autopsy report? What relevance does that have?
Ryunosuke:
It is of course from the autopsy of the person portrayed in the waxwork: the killer known as the Professor.
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
The Professor's...? But the man was a capital offender, so...
Ryunosuke:
That's right. This is the certification of death that was drawn up after the convict's execution. The identity of the killer was never made public, so the report gives few details. But what's important is the name of the coroner who wrote it: Courtney Stevens.
Juror No. 2:
Oh my! Courtney Stevens?!
Juror No. 6:
Strike a light!
Ryunosuke:
It appears that the Professor's autopsy was conducted by Dr Sithe ten years ago. And a few days ago, Mr Drebber very deliberately stole the waxwork of the Professor from Madame Tusspells. A waxwork that doesn't in fact resemble the victim, Mr Asman, at all.
Juror No. 2:
And do you suppose...there's some unsavoury relationship between those events?
Ryunosuke:
Absolutely! I'm sure of it! There's no doubt in my mind that the Professor case... ...is at the heart of a link that we have yet to uncover... ...between Dr Courtney Sithe and Mr Enoch Drebber!
Juror No. 2:
......... Hidden links...mysterious connections...secret relationships... This is all most extraordinary. We're surely obliged now to explore this further.
Juror No. 6:
Quite right. We can't let this trial come to an end now. Not while there's this cloud of suspicion hanging over the Yard's best coroner. It wasn't like this in my day! But we're still here to uphold justice in the end!
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to "If a Yard coroner's under suspicion, then we're not done here yet, are we? Clearly!"
Changes Juror No. 2's statement to "It's the Professor! That's what links that frightful swindler and the coroner!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Juror No. 2:
Are you quite alright, sir? All colour has drained from your cheeks. You look just like a waxwork yourself.
Ryunosuke:
I think...my lack of colour must reflect my lack of confidence...
Juror No. 6:
Hmph. Wait till you hit my age, lad. You won't have any colour left to drain.
Judge:
I said before that the court could not overlook your claim of evidence. But it seems to me that overlooking it would have been the more preferable choice by some margin.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh. I was sure I had something...)
Juror No. 2:
Oh gosh! There's, there's wax dripping from your brow! You're melting!
Ryunosuke:
Just a cold sweat. Nothing new.
Judge:
Let us return to the jurors' statements and put this debacle behind us.
Leads back to summation examination
Juror No. 2:
It's the Professor! That's what links that frightful swindler and the coroner!
Juror No. 3:
I have had my own problems with members of the police. I do not trust them much...
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What sort of problems?
Juror No. 3:
Let's just say we have run into each other on numerous occasions while I've been performing on the street.
Ryunosuke:
Right, I see.
Juror No. 3:
Obviously artists such as myself cannot appear on stage as we work in close proximity to our audiences. So we perform our great magic in parks...on street corners...and the like. But the police use any excuse to make our lives difficult. Sometimes they even cook up a story to extort monies from the poor.
Pursue Juror No. 6 (before Juror No. 6 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say in response to that... Mr Ottermole?!
Juror No. 6:
Who are you calling a mass murderer?!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Sorry, my mistake! I, I got confused because I heard you look like him...
Juror No. 6:
I don't look anything like the man! You wanna be locked up, sonny?
Ryunosuke:
(Thanks, Mr Sholmes...) Perhaps we could move on... I was really wondering if you had something you wanted to add in response to what juror number three just said. And clearly you do.
Juror No. 6:
......... Back in my day... Back in the good old days... ...it wasn't like this!
Ryunosuke:
What was it like, sir?
Juror No. 6:
We worked our fingers to the bone to earn the public's trust, we did! And by Jove we earnt it! People respected us back then!
Juror No. 3:
Respected you? Hmph.
Juror No. 6:
No one would've called a coroner into question in them days! A coroner's report was the hallmark of an investigation done right! Especially when Dr Courtney Stevens put her name to it! She was the best of the best! And the apple of the force's eye!
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
H-Hold on a minute! What are you talking about? Who's Courtney Stevens?
Juror No. 6:
Ah... Sorry. Got a bit carried away there.
Van Zieks:
Stevens is Dr Sithe's maiden name.
Ryunosuke:
Her maiden name... (So that was before she was married...)
Juror No. 6:
O' course, yes. Silly me. It's Sithe now, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(Stevens... I'm sure I've seen that name somewhere recently...)
Juror No. 6:
Anyway! The point is, those were the great days of policing! Not like now...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry to interrupt, sir... ...but do you think you could change your statement to include that name?
Juror No. 6:
Well, yes...I don't see why not.
Changes Juror No. 6's statement to "She was Courtney Stevens back when I knew her, of course. A legendary coroner, even then."
Ryunosuke:
Well, that's definitely not right.
Juror No. 3:
Yes, and it is why I say that if you trust the police, you will have trouble. But here you are, claiming this waxwork model was stolen to star in an illusionary spectacular. The idea is so wild, I think I will take my chances and believe the authorities on this occasion.
Ryunosuke:
(This is how the public at large view Scotland Yard, is it?)
Susato:
Our own police force in Tokyo is not even twenty years old yet, is it? Perhaps we should view what's happened here in London as a measure of what may happen at home.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... Like a Scotland Yardstick. (I wonder how a policeman would feel listening to the way this juror speaks about the force... I'm sure he'd have a word or two to say in response.)
Juror No. 4:
I've seen no rigorous proof that this waxwork was ever inside the birdcage. It's conjecture!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But you claimed the whole instantaneous kinesis demonstration was a trick!
Juror No. 4:
That I did. But there's more than one way to pull a rabbit out of a hat, isn't there?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Juror No. 4:
I grant you, given that this cage appeared from amidst an explosion, there'd have been no need to use a real person. But if a waxwork had been used, the culprit could at least have had the decency to make it look like the victim.
Ryunosuke:
I'm not sure exactly how much criminals are governed by decency...
Juror No. 4:
The point is, if you're going to make a claim about that waxwork being inside the birdcage... ...you need to give us some evidence. Without that, it's just not science!
Susato:
I suppose we should expect nothing less than a logical argument from a fellow of the Royal Society. But that perhaps means his mind could be changed if we managed to present suitable evidence...
Ryunosuke:
(Evidence that the Professor waxwork was inside that birdcage. Hm... Can I produce that or not?)
I have evidence
Ryunosuke:
...Actually, I have something I'd like you to see, sir.
Juror No. 4:
Oh? I must warn you that I firmly believe it's only wise to trust men in white coats. So given your jet-black outfit, I don't mind admitting to a sense of trepidation here.
Ryunosuke:
(So you don't trust anyone in black? Looking in the mirror must be very trying...) I do have some evidence that proves the waxwork was inside that birdcage. Namely...
Present Piece of Broken Glass
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What's that? A piece of glass?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Let me start by showing you...this!
Juror No. 4:
......... It's an unimpressive opening, if I'm honest.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, well, um... What comes next is the real point!
Judge:
It's already apparent that what comes next is equally disappointing, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (How about after that...?)
Susato:
If the waxwork of the Professor was inside the second birdcage... ...I would assume that means it must have crashed into the Crystal Tower.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. I'd managed to think it through to that point myself.
Susato:
Well, it's really only a tiny leap from there, I would think!
Leads back to:
"Evidence that the Professor waxwork was inside that birdcage."
Juror No. 4:
What's that? A piece of glass? Though it's unusually thick for glass...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's a piece of broken glass that we found inside the jacket on the waxwork. As you say, it's not ordinary glass, though. It's very thick, and clearly made for extra strength. Much like the special glass that was developed for the construction of the Crystal Tower.
Juror No. 4:
The Crystal To- Holy smoke!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! The centrepiece of the Great Exhibition, where the very incident we're talking about took place! On the day in question, the birdcage fell from above and smashed through a window of that special glass.
Juror No. 4:
From whence this small piece originated...is that it?
Ryunosuke:
Precisely. So, what do you say... ...now that clear evidence in support of the assertion has been placed before you?!
Juror No. 4:
......... Well, as I said, I only trust men in white coats as a rule. However... ...when the reasoning is sound, it's fair to say colour shouldn't come into it. In light of what you've shown me here, yes, I feel obliged to change my position on the matter.
Judge:
In that case, juror number four, you will amend your statement now, please.
Changes Juror No. 4's statement to "The presence of that piece of glass leaves me in little doubt that the waxwork was indeed inside that birdcage."
I have nothing
Ryunosuke:
Well, I can state quite categorically, sir, that we have no such evidence at the present time!
Juror No. 4:
That much was abundantly clear before that brassy proclamation, I assure you! And why you can count on the fact that I shan't be changing my leaning!
Susato:
Oh dear... That proclamation was even brassier than yours, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(If only we had some evidence, things might be different, though...)
Leads back to summation examination
Juror No. 4:
The presence of that piece of glass leaves me in little doubt that the waxwork was indeed inside that birdcage.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you for reconsidering your position, sir.
Juror No. 4:
Your words are misplaced, boy. My opinion is governed by logic and science and nothing else. Yes, science is where you should direct your words of gratitude.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Juror No. 4:
.........
Ryunosuke:
.........
Juror No. 4:
What's the matter with you?! Too good to say some words of thanks to the mother of all academic subjects?!
Ryunosuke:
(...What is it about scientists? Honestly.)
Pit against Juror No. 5's statement
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good gracious! To whose statements do you refer, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
If you could put down your corn for a moment, juror number five...!
Juror No. 5:
......... Ooh, you mean me?
Ryunosuke:
You've pointed out that it's wrong to make an accusation without evidence. But the accusation that the waxwork model was inside the second birdcage on the day in question... ...is not without supporting evidence. As the defence demonstrated to the juror sitting beside you.
Juror No. 5:
......... Ooh, is that right?
Ryunosuke:
......... Would it be fair to say... ...you didn't follow the argument?
Juror No. 5:
I don't understand much besides Colonel Cob, to be honest.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Of course you don't...)
Juror No. 4:
If I could interject here...
Ryunosuke:
Please do, sir.
Juror No. 4:
Now that this assertion of yours about the waxwork has been backed up by some solid evidence... ...it would be wrong of me, as a man of science, not to pursue the matter further.
Juror No. 5:
Ar, well, me too, then!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?!
Juror No. 5:
If this brainy gentleman says ee's right, then ee must be! See...I, um... ...I wouldn't dream of goin' against Colonel Cob or anyone who's got stuffin' between the ears!
Ryunosuke:
(Success! ...If you can call it that.)
Changes Juror No. 4's statement to "The possibility has been established reasonably and logically. It now warrants further research."
Changes Juror No. 5's statement to "Well, 'course if ee's got some evidences, that's a whole other cob o' corn, innit? Lovely job!"
Juror No. 4:
The possibility has been established reasonably and logically. It now warrants further research.
Juror No. 5:
Accusin' someone without right evidences? Ee's not a proper job, is ee? I won't 'ave it!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
I've got to ask...why have you brought that corn into court with you?
Juror No. 5:
Colonel Cob? Ee's bin growin' back on the farm. Picked 'im off on me way into town. Ee's a proper nibbler, ee is.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the nibbling seems to be taking quite a while. Maybe it could wait until after the trial?
Juror No. 5:
Ooh, I don't like the sound o' that. You need colonels at times like these. Whenever I've summat big to decide, the colonels always point me in the right direction, see.
Ryunosuke:
Y-You're talking about your cob of corn?
Juror No. 5:
Nibble nobble guilty bobble, nibble not guilty out. Nibble nobble guilty bobble, nibble not guilty out. Nibble nobble guilty bobble, nibble not guilty out. Nibble nobble guilty bobble, nibble not guilty out.
Susato:
...Perhaps it's akin to fortune-telling with flower petals like people do back home?
Ryunosuke:
(So Professor Harebrayne's fate is to be decided by a cob of corn...) Could you not at least wait until we've had more time to find the truth before deciding on the defendant's guilt?
Juror No. 5:
Ooh, I don't know about that. Me tum's awfully full already.
Ryunosuke:
(A-maize-ing...)
Pit against Juror No. 4's statement (after Juror No. 4 changes his statement)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements clearly contradict each other!
Judge:
Good gracious! To whose statements do you refer, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
If you could put down your corn for a moment, juror number five...!
Juror No. 5:
......... Ooh, you mean me?
Ryunosuke:
You've pointed out that it's wrong to make an accusation without evidence. But the accusation that the waxwork model was inside the second birdcage on the day in question... ...is not without supporting evidence. As the defence demonstrated to the juror sitting beside you.
Juror No. 5:
......... Ooh, is that right?
Ryunosuke:
......... Would it be fair to say... ...you didn't follow the argument?
Juror No. 5:
I don't understand much besides Colonel Cob, to be honest.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Of course you don't...)
Juror No. 4:
If I could interject here...
Ryunosuke:
Please do, sir.
Juror No. 4:
Now that this assertion of yours about the waxwork has been backed up by some solid evidence... ...it would be wrong of me, as a man of science, not to pursue the matter further.
Juror No. 5:
Ar, well, me too, then!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?!
Juror No. 5:
If this brainy gentleman says ee's right, then ee must be! See...I, um... ...I wouldn't dream of goin' against Colonel Cob or anyone who's got stuffin' between the ears!
Ryunosuke:
(Success! ...If you can call it that.)
Changes Juror No. 4's statement to "The possibility has been established reasonably and logically. It now warrants further research."
Changes Juror No. 5's statement to "Well, 'course if ee's got some evidences, that's a whole other cob o' corn, innit? Lovely job!"
Juror No. 5:
Well, 'course if ee's got some evidences, that's a whole other cob o' corn, innit? Lovely job!
Ryunosuke:
(I know it seems a little far-fetched to think that the waxwork model of the Professor was in that birdcage... ...but on the other hand, it explains a lot.)
Susato:
If there really is a reason why that particular waxwork had to be used as Mr Asman's double... ...we must do everything we can to make the jurors understand it.
Ryunosuke:
The truth is, I'm sure that's the key to this, but it's the most puzzling part of it, too.
Susato:
In that case, you should see what additional information you can glean whilst trying to change the jurors' minds. If you can read a book whilst eating a rice cracker, Mr Naruhodo, I'm sure you can do this!
Ryunosuke:
...Right. Yes!
After Jurors No. 2, 4, 5, and 6 vote innocent:
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel, that will do. As a result of the summation examination, the jury's overall leaning has changed. Two jurors now call guilty. Against four who call not guilty. Accordingly the court has failed to reach a consensus at this time... ...and the trial must continue!
Ryunosuke:
We, we did it!
Susato:
Oh, well done, Mr Naruhodo! Another wonderful victory!
Judge:
Hmmm, a waxwork of the despicable Professor... ...used as a 'body double' for the victim in this quite extraordinary case... I must say, it's extremely hard to believe the assertion could possibly be true. However, it would appear that it does at least warrant further investigation.
Ryunosuke:
It's the waxwork of the Professor that links Mr Drebber and Dr Sithe. And I'm convinced that there's a special significance to that link!
Juror No. 6:
I don't know what you're hoping to prove, lad, I really don't!
Susato:
The truth, sir. By using evidence and testimony.
Juror No. 6:
Hmph.
Van Zieks:
If the court is to delve deeper into the alleged involvement of the waxwork in this case... ...then the prosecution calls for the owner of the model to be summoned as a witness.
Judge:
The owner?
Van Zieks:
Madame Tusspells.
Ryunosuke:
...! (I, I really thought... ...that Lord van Zieks would object to this whole line of enquiry...)
Judge:
Very well, I concur. Make arrangements for Madame Tusspells to appear as a witness with immediate effect.
Van Zieks:
......... Listen carefully, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... Yes?
Van Zieks:
You should know... ...that you're on the brink of opening Pandora's box. .........
Judge:
The court shall now adjourn for forty-five minutes. During that time, the prosecution will summon the new witness and prepare her for taking the stand.
Van Zieks:
Madame Tusspells, yes. I shall see to it at once, My Lord.
To be continued...
24th October, 11:53 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Sholmes:
Ah, the knight-errant himself!
Ryunosuke:
Oh, have you been watching from the gallery, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I've been on the edge of my seat the entire time! Courtroom trials are fascinating affairs. As a spectator, at least.
Ryunosuke:
I'm glad you've been enjoying yourself...
Harebrayne:
I, I have to ask... ...what on earth is going on?! It makes no sense! What's this Professor business all about? He doesn't look like any professor I've ever met before! Who even is he?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, of course... ...you were in Germany already ten years ago.
Sholmes:
Yes, the Professor... When I discovered 'he' was the one who had been abducted, a sense of foreboding stirred within me. But who knew the monster would come knocking at your door? My heartfelt sympathies! Ah ha ha ha ha hah!
Ryunosuke:
As it turns out... ...Lord van Zieks is even more intimately tied to this case than any of us realised, isn't he?
Susato:
Yes, how true. His great friend from university in the dock...
Sholmes:
...And now a waxwork of the killer who took his esteemed brother's life makes an appearance, too. I imagine even the shrewd Mr Reaper failed to foresee that kick in the teeth. An extraordinary move on your part, my dear fellow, to throw that in front of the man.
Ryunosuke:
You make it sound deliberate...
Susato:
I can't help feeling... ...that this Professor case is really very puzzling.
Sholmes:
Oh yes? In what particular manner?
Susato:
Well, there's Mr Drebber, Dr Sithe and Lord van Zieks... It seems that everybody in the trial has a link to the case somehow.
Harebrayne:
Yes, in fact I, alone, am not a member of the set! Though that leaves me as an empty set...all alone with no intersection to any other...
???:
Excuse me.
Ryunosuke:
D.........D.........Dr Sithe!
Sholmes:
Ah, Dr Courtney Sithe, née Stevens. Good day to you.
Sithe:
Hello, Sholmes. That was very shrewd of you.
Sholmes:
...What in particular, pray?
Sithe:
You requested that ten-year-old autopsy report from Gregson, didn't you?
Sholmes:
Why would you assume such a thing?
Sithe:
Because Gregson told me.
Sholmes:
.........
Sithe:
To think it's been ten years... Ten years in the laboratory, wielding my scalpel. I smell of nothing but corpses and disinfectant.
Ryunosuke:
A policeman on the jury had a lot to say about you as it happens, Dr Sithe. And I've...accused you of being complicit in what happened. I'm hoping that you'll take the stand and tell the truth about what really happened.
Sithe:
That certainly won't be possible.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sithe:
Lord van Zieks won't be summoning me as a witness. Lord Stronghart has forbidden it.
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart?
Sithe:
The Pandora's box you were warned about...is the Professor case. But please don't make the mistake of thinking you'll get any information about it out of me.
Susato:
But attempting to hide from the truth... That's cowardice!
Sithe:
I've always fought crime in the way that I see fit. I have no regrets. None at all. And that's all I came here to say. So...good day to you.
Ryunosuke:
......... She mentioned it, too. This Pandora's box...
Susato:
Whatever does it all mean?
Sholmes:
There's really no cause for concern. I assure you, when the trial resumes... ...the meaning will become all too apparent, whether you'd like it to or not.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Sholmes:
Now then, I believe it's almost time. I must make my way back to the public gallery. The edge of my seat awaits!
Ryunosuke:
(I think maybe you're enjoying yourself a little too much...)
Sholmes:
Ah yes, one word of warning before I go: If, in the course of the trial this afternoon, you perceive even a shadow of doubt about the truth... ...don't let it out of your sight. Pursue it like a dog with a bone.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sholmes:
To the bitter end, you understand. Do not falter, whatever may come to pass.
Ryunosuke:
......... Alright, I understand. ...Thank you.
Sholmes:
Good. I shall make myself scarce, then. I purchased a bar of caramel earlier, so I shall be gnawing on that as you gnaw away at the truth!
Ryunosuke:
(What did that warning from Mr Sholmes really mean, I wonder? Especially the bit about 'whatever may come to pass'... .........)
It's time for the final chapter, then. I'm determined to find the truth... ...no matter what.
24th October, 12:40 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby reconvene the proceedings of this court. Counsels for the defence and prosecution, are you ready and able to continue?
Van Zieks:
The prosecution is ready, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. The defence is also ready.
Judge:
As the court is aware, the case under our scrutiny began with a damaging incident at the Great Exhibition. Yet we now find ourselves embroiled in the details of a convicted felon who was sent to the gallows a decade ago. This trial has certainly defied all expectation.
Van Zieks:
As seems to be the fate of all trials in which this Nipponese is involved, My Lord.
Judge:
So then... ...let us begin our exploration of the defence's assertion that the waxwork was cardinally involved in this matter. Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
My Lord?
Judge:
Are we still awaiting the arrival of Madame Tusspells?
Van Zieks:
Not at all. She is in the antechamber as we speak and ready to be summoned.
Judge:
Very well. Bring in the witness!
Van Zieks:
At once, My Lord. Bailiff! Show Madame Tusspells to the stand!
Ryunosuke:
(Things are about to become a lot more intense. If Drebber is responsible, as I'm sure he is, it means he must have had an accomplice...in Dr Sithe.)
Susato:
And what connects the pair of them...is the waxwork.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, the model of the Professor... That's the key to the link between these otherwise unrelated individuals. It's a tenuous link, admittedly. But at present, it's all we have to go on.)
Van Zieks:
State your name and occupation for the court, please.
Tusspells:
My name is Madame Esmeralda Tusspells. I am a waxwork artisan. And the proprietress of the Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxwork. You will have to pardon me for working as I testify. My new exhibit must open very soon.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Oh, so he finally gets a statue, does he? Now there are two of them in the world...)
Susato:
Oh my... What expression is she carving onto that face?
Van Zieks:
A number of days ago, a particular waxwork model was stolen from your museum. Can you confirm this?
Tusspells:
Oui. That is true. At first, we believed it had been kidnapped.
Judge:
A waxwork model? Kidnapped?!
Tusspells:
Yes, My Lord. There was a demand for ransom money left behind by the culprit. However, according to what I have just been told outside the courtroom, that was not the true reason. I understand it was utilised as a substitute for the body of a murder victim?
Van Zieks:
At present, that is no more than conjecture proposed by the defence. This is the victim of the case in question. Mr Odie Asman.
Tusspells:
But of course, I know him well. He is a part of my odious personages exhibit. ...I detest to say what is evident, but Mr Asman does not resemble the Professor at all.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, but...perhaps! Perhaps their faces are very similar!
Tusspells:
Are you suggesting that we should see now the demasked visage of the Professor? I have here the key, but it is strictly forbidden to open the lock.
Van Zieks:
This is absurd!
Tusspells:
Pardon?
Van Zieks:
I don't know what face you've carved onto your fancy figure beneath that mask... ...but clearly it won't be that of the actual killer.
Judge:
Indeed. The man's identity was never made public, after all.
Van Zieks:
The trial took place in a closed court. The proceedings were strictly confidential. The condemned man was summarily executed. His identity remains a closely guarded national secret. There is no possible way that a repository of tawdry exhibits could get its hands on that information.
Tusspells:
......... Quel dommage. It would seem you are unaware of the Tusspells' principles.
Ryunosuke:
What principles?
Tusspells:
The family Tusspells has always prided itself on sculpting its models à la perfection. Every detail, including the visage, is fashioned with complete fidelity. ...Et voilà: our principles.
Susato:
There is a well known legend about the Tusspells waxworks from the time of the French Revolution. A member of the Tusspells family is said to have made a waxwork of the queen who was executed.
Tusspells:
Oui, that is true. It was a century ago now.
Susato:
I believe the queen's face was carved in the minutes following her death, actually at the guillotine site.
Tusspells:
You are correct. The model is on display still today in the House of Horrors. We Tusspells will stop at nothing to obtain a faithful replica of our subjects.
Judge:
Dear me... A somewhat disturbing tenacity of purpose.
Tusspells:
It is the only way to obtain a truly lifelike representation of the subject. And it has been my family's secret for generations.
Ryunosuke:
Do, do you mean to say...that beneath that mask...?
Tusspells:
Oui. The true visage of the killer is there.
Van Zieks:
...This is ludicrous. It's out of the question!
Tusspells:
The Professor spread terror throughout Great Britain. As a result, the Madame Tusspells Special Exhibit remains extremely popular even today. The killer...emerging from his own grave... It is a sight to behold. You should come.
Judge:
I think, madame, it would be beneficial to hear your formal testimony on this matter. You will explain every detail of this macabre model. And your personal involvement in its creation.
Tusspells:
...With pleasure.
Witness Testimony
- The Professor Waxwork -
Tusspells:
The special exhibit in the House of Horrors is based on a rumour that shocked society in London.
An impression of the visage was taken directly from the corpse...in accordance with Tusspells family principles.
I enlisted the aid of the gravedigger, and created a mould for the head in the cemetery just before the interment.
I hid myself until he gave me a signal. ...I was there for a very long time that night.
As dawn approached, I was very worried that I could be discovered.
Judge:
The gravedigger?! The man sanctioned this?
Tusspells:
Oui. I will do all that is necessary to achieve the true resemblance my family is celebrated for. Nobody else knew. Only the gravedigger. What harm did it do, uh?
Van Zieks:
So you truly saw it? The face of that monster!
Tusspells:
......... Naturally, I was aware at the time that his identity was a secret. But Tusspells would not be Tusspells if we did not insist on absolute fidelity to our sculptures.
Van Zieks:
I don't believe this...
Judge:
I myself have seen the special exhibit at your museum, madame. A truly blood-curdling scene, in which the murderer is emerging from his own grave.
Tusspells:
The scene it depicts was the subject of many rumours in London ten years ago. I have here a newspaper from the time. The special exhibit was based upon the picture in this article. It was the most detailed account of what happened, as reported by the eyewitness who saw it.
The ten-year-old article has been entered into the Court Record.
Van Zieks:
'Man Rises from the Grave!'... It's too absurd for words.
Tusspells:
The public enjoy absurdity, monsieur. That is why I have reproduced the scene as carefully as possible in my museum.
Ryunosuke:
And it's a waxwork from that exhibit that was stolen some days before the incident at the Great Exhibition, wasn't it.
Tusspells:
That is correct. The Professor you see before you here.
Judge:
Hm... Most puzzling... Counsel for the Defence...proceed with the cross-examination!
Ryunosuke:
(This waxwork links Drebber to Dr Sithe... And there has to be some reason for that, which hasn't yet come to light. But I'll find it. I'll get to the bottom of what really happened. I'll prove that Dr Sithe and Drebber were in on this crime together!)
Cross-Examination
- The Professor Waxwork -
Tusspells:
The special exhibit in the House of Horrors is based on a rumour that shocked society in London.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
And that rumour would be...?
Tusspells:
A ten-year-old tale now...but one that no Londoner would ever forget.
Juror No. 1:
Ah, right. I know just what you're talking about, I think.
Juror No. 2:
Of course, it couldn't be anything else...
Juror No. 3:
Yes, that story will never disappear.
Tusspells:
The tale of the condemned killer rising from the dead... That is the central attraction of my House of Horrors. The rumour was whispered all over the city. And it was like this...
It was in Lowgate Cemetery behind the prison, in the dead of night after the execution of the killer. The interred Professor slid back the stone slab covering his tomb, and emerged from his grave. A young man who witnessed this felt a scream welling up inside him... ...but an instant later, he heard an ear-splitting gunshot from over his shoulder. The bullet struck the emerging corpse... and he fell motionless once more. The scream finally found its way from the mouth of the young witness, who turned and ran for his life.
Ryunosuke:
The, the corpse climbed out...of his own grave...?
Susato:
And then somebody shot him? Who, who was it?!
Tusspells:
Nobody knows, even today. But remember, it was just a rumour. ...Perhaps nothing more than a ghost story. The good people of London, they love stories like this. That is why it was in every newspaper across the capital.
Ryunosuke:
But, but was it just a story? I mean, this is exactly the scene that can be seen today at your museum, isn't it?
Tusspells:
Oui. The special exhibit was modelled on that very illustration. For a while afterwards, the contents of that article were reproduced in every newspaper imaginable.
Susato:
Madame, might I say something?
Tusspells:
Please, go ahead, mademoiselle.
Susato:
When something is described as a rumour, it doesn't necessarily mean that it's entirely made up. I believe that often...rumours contain elements of the truth.
Tusspells:
Ah, I see that people from the East can be just as astute as the people of Europe.
Susato:
Can we be sure, for instance, that the Professor's execution was successful?
Tusspells:
......... It is not possible for the dead to come back to life.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Tusspells:
Ten years ago, I was there in Lowgate Cemetery. After the criminal known as the Professor was killed by hanging... ...I took a wax impression of his visage from the corpse just before it was interred. So I can assure you... ...the man was dead.
Ryunosuke:
...I see.
Judge:
Hmmm... It would certainly appear that the condemned man suffered the intended fate.
Van Zieks:
.........
Tusspells:
An impression of the visage was taken directly from the corpse...in accordance with Tusspells family principles.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Is, is that true of every waxwork in your museum then?
Tusspells:
It is...assuming the subject is dead, of course. Live subjects have to cooperate in a similar way. I have letters from imprisoned criminals all the time, you know.
Ryunosuke:
What sort of letters?
Tusspells:
'When my time comes, please make a waxwork of me.' ...Comme ça.
Ryunosuke:
No!
Tusspells:
My museum is famous, monsieur. To be made into a waxwork is an honour. And for some criminals, a symbol of status, even.
Ryunosuke:
(Because nothing says hardened criminal better than... wax.)
Tusspells:
And it is thanks to one killer in particular, that my museum has gained such popularity in London. I refer to the star of the special exhibit, of course. The Professor.
Van Zieks:
...Whose form you claim to have captured by taking an impression from the actual corpse.
Tusspells:
...There are no exceptions to the principles of Tusspells.
Tusspells:
I enlisted the aid of the gravedigger, and created a mould for the head in the cemetery just before the interment.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Surely that's illegal...isn't it?
Tusspells:
.........
Van Zieks:
It would seem the proprietress of this repository of novelties was blinded by monetary good.
Tusspells:
It had nothing to do with money. The man is part of London's criminal history. That is why I had to sculpt him. To record this history. It is the raison d'être of the Tusspells museum.
Ryunosuke:
But if the man was convicted in a closed court and sent for immediate execution... ...then surely nobody but the members of the judiciary present know the killer's true identity.
Tusspells:
I can assure you, behind that mask is hidden the true face of the Professor.
Van Zieks:
Do you realise what you're saying?! The Professor's identity is a national secret!
Tusspells:
...I understand. And now that the truth about the special exhibit has been revealed, it must perhaps close.
Van Zieks:
Of course it will. As will your entire museum, if you don't tread very carefully, madame.
Tusspells:
That could be another interesting chapter in the history of my family, I think, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
So ten years ago, on the night of the Professor's execution, you took a wax impression of his face from the corpse?
Tusspells:
Oui. Exactement.
Tusspells:
I hid myself until he gave me a signal. ...I was there for a very long time that night.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You were there longer than you expected to be?
Tusspells:
...I had some...difficulties in capturing the subject's form correctly. As I removed the mask, the mouth of the cadaver fell open and I had some problems with the chin.
Ryunosuke:
Dare I ask...?
Tusspells:
The man had been dead for a short while already, you see. His muscles were relaxing and consequently his chin would not align itself correctly.
Susato:
Oh dear...what a horrible thought...
Tusspells:
Under normal circumstances, I would have an assistant with me. However, that night, I was alone. And as a consequence, I missed my preferred window of time.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Tusspells:
When I take the impression of the visage of a cadaver... ...I always wait until three hours after death.
Ryunosuke:
Why three hours? Is that amount of time significant?
Tusspells:
It is because of rigor mortis.
Ryunosuke:
A...wriggly mortice?
Susato:
It's the name given to a phenomenon that occurs in recently deceased bodies. As a rule, three hours post death, the muscles in the body begin to stiffen. By approximately ten hours post death, the entire body is completely rigid and inflexible. And then from that point on, the muscles slowly start to revert to their relaxed state. The effect is often used to estimate the time of death when a body is discovered!
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, that was an education. If a slightly scary one.
Tusspells:
As the mademoiselle says, rigor mortis commences three hours after death...and it starts in the jaw.
Van Zieks:
I see. So that's why you wait.
Tusspells:
Before that time, the mouth falls open...and it is very difficult to do my work.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...it's getting hard for me to do my work with all this talk of corpses... (Hm...I wonder about that information the court's just heard from Madame Tusspells...)
It's significant
Ryunosuke:
Um...the information about rigor mortis that you just shared with us... Would you mind including it in your formal testimony? I believe it could be significant, you see.
Tusspells:
Of course. I do not mind at all.
Susato:
I can't help feeling that after this latest topic... ...the atmosphere in the courtroom has become extremely...grave.
Ryunosuke:
...This is no time for jokes, Miss Susato.
Judge:
Madame, kindly amend your testimony as discussed.
Tusspells:
Bien sûr.
Changes statement from "I hid myself until he gave me a signal. ...I was there for a very long time that night." to "It took me a very long time because it was before the onset of rigor mortis."
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(I think I'd rather pretend I didn't hear any of those grim details and try to forget all about it.) Thank you, madame. Please continue.
Tusspells:
Certainly. So, you comprehend a little of the process now, and why it took me so long that night.
Leads back to cross-examination
Tusspells:
It took me a very long time because it was before the onset of rigor mortis.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Rigor mortis being the phenomenon you described whereby the corpse becomes stiff after death? I think you said that it starts at the jaw, about three hours post death. Is that right?
Tusspells:
Oui, c'est ça. Of course the exact duration depends a little on the season.
Ryunosuke:
I didn't realise a waxwork artisan would be so well versed in the subject.
Tusspells:
Non non, that is only elementary knowledge in the field of legal medicine.
Ryunosuke:
(Well I had no idea about it. But maybe I won't admit to my ignorance about forensic science.)
Susato:
Hm... I could ask my father to give you a very simple primer, if you like!
Ryunosuke:
......... I think corpses should be your domain. I'm...not good with them.
Susato:
Oh dear...I'll do my very best.
Present Killer's Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Madame Tusspells..."
Tusspells:
As dawn approached, I was very worried that I could be discovered.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You say that dawn was approaching? What was the time of day, then? Approximately.
Tusspells:
Well...I could not say. But when I left the cemetery with my utensils and wax, the morning light was becoming visible.
Van Zieks:
The execution took place on 17th June...which had the earliest sunrise of that year.
Judge:
Indeed it did. First light would have been at around 4:40 in the morning.
Ryunosuke:
(That really is early.)
Tusspells:
The fact is, I had very little time. So I finished my work in a half hour. It was necessary to complete the impression and bury the body before daybreak, of course. If somebody had discovered me there, it would have been a catastrophe. So I had to hurry.
Ryunosuke:
(Is it me, or does Mr Sholmes seem to be taking shape more quickly now, too?)
Judge:
Hm... You certainly appear to go to extraordinary lengths for your work, madame.
Ryunosuke:
(I wonder... is what she just said particularly significant?)
It's significant
Ryunosuke:
Madame, those details about how long it took you to complete the sculpture and the early sunrise... Could you include them in your testimony? I believe they may be significant.
Tusspells:
Of course, if you would like me to.
Susato:
You're quite right, Mr Naruhodo. It is intriguing. A sunrise at four in the morning would be absolutely unimaginable at home, wouldn't it?
Ryunosuke:
...That's not quite what I meant by 'significant'.
Judge:
Kindly amend your formal testimony then, madame.
Tusspells:
With pleasure, My Lord.
Changes statement from "As dawn approached, I was very worried that I could be discovered." to "I hurried to finish my work in the half hour before sunrise. Then I left as soon as the corpse was interred."
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(All it really told us is that sunrise in Great Britain is extremely early at the height of summer, I suppose) Thank you, madame. That's all clear now.
Tusspells:
How frustrating, I was not concentrating on Mr Sholmes here and I have taken away too much wax.
Leads back to cross-examination
Tusspells:
I hurried to finish my work in the half hour before sunrise. Then I left as soon as the corpse was interred.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Did you have reason to believe you might be discovered once the sun came up or something?
Tusspells:
I had paid the gravedigger money to keep my little secret, of course. But with the morning light, I knew that the warden from the prison would commence his patrol of the area.
Ryunosuke:
Couldn't you just have paid off the warden too, then?
Tusspells:
I had already paid the gravedigger, as I said. You cannot buy the silence of everyone, or the secret is no longer a secret, uh?
Van Zieks:
The sunrise was at 4:40 a.m. that day. Which means that it would have been around four when you began your sculpting work.
Tusspells:
Oui, that must be correct. That would be when the gravedigger gave me the signal to come out of hiding.
Ryunosuke:
(So that's all I have to go on...)
Susato:
What's your feeling, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
For some reason, Dr Sithe went along with Drebber's plan. Now, if that's really true... ...then the Professor is the only other thing we know of that links the pair of them. So I feel sure that waxwork must be a clue to this mystery somehow...
Susato:
In that case, we must use this cross-examination to uncover exactly what it means! Otherwise the jurors are sure to revert their leanings and the trial will be over!
Ryunosuke:
I agree. But interestingly... ...uncovering what the Professor has to do with all of this means more to Lord van Zieks than anyone. That's...the impression I'm getting, anyway.
Susato:
Yes, as do I...
Ryunosuke:
(After all, he has a profound connection to the Professor as well...)
Ryunosuke:
Madame Tusspells... I have here an autopsy report that was filed ten years ago now. It confirms the death of the Professor following his execution at the gallows.
Tusspells:
And...is that a problem?
Ryunosuke:
I believe it is. Because your testimony, and a particular detail in the report... ...completely contradict one another.
Tusspells:
Quoi?!
Van Zieks:
Are you going to explain yourself, my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
According to her testimony, Madame Tusspells was creating her wax impression just before dawn. And at that time, rigor mortis had not yet set in. Am I correct so far, madame?
Tusspells:
You are, yes. As I said, the stiffening of the jaw is the first sign of rigor mortis, two to three hours after death. But the man's chin was limp, so he cannot have been dead for a long time.
Ryunosuke:
But on the other hand, if you look at Dr Sithe's report... ...it quite clearly states the following: 'Death by hanging confirmed at midnight, 17th June.'
Van Zieks:
No...!
Ryunosuke:
If the Professor indeed died at midnight that day... ...then by the time you were sculpting his face, rigor mortis would already have set in.
Tusspells:
Oui! Yes, you are right. The chin, it would have been completely stiff.
Ryunosuke:
In other words, this report...is wrong!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
No coroner makes mistakes when recording the time of death! The very idea is absurd!
Ryunosuke:
In that case, there's only one possible conclusion: The execution didn't actually take place at the stated time!
Van Zieks:
Im...Impossible!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Counsel, this is beyond folly! Not only do you indict the author of the report, Dr Sithe... ...but you also implicate members of staff at Barclay Prison where the execution took place!
Juror No. 1:
By heck!
Juror No. 3:
Extraordinary!
Juror No. 6:
Not in my day!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
My learned friend appears to have overlooked one very crucial fact.
Ryunosuke:
What fact?
Van Zieks:
The Professor died that night. Without question!
Tusspells:
He did! Of course he did! I moved the man's limp jaw with my own hands! There was no-
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the Professor died that night. But what if he didn't die at the gallows?
Van Zieks:
Didn't die at...? Are you insane?! What...what exactly are you suggesting did happen in that case?
Ryunosuke:
(It's almost impossible to believe, but it would explain the link... ...between Dr Sithe, the Professor...and that one other person of interest!) I have evidence that will explain exactly what I'm suggesting happened that night!
Judge:
Counsel, present the evidence at once! The evidence that allegedly explains what really happened on the night of the Professor's execution!
Present Ten-Year-Old Article
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What happened that night is written very plainly in this newspaper article!"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Erm...what have we here?
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Before considering the night of the execution... ...I would strongly advise the defence to concentrate on what is happening right now in this courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Judge:
Quite. The next time you present such a nonsensical article, Counsel... ...you may find that tonight is the night of your own execution!
Ryunosuke:
(Great. I'm so looking forward to trying again now...)
Susato:
I won't let anyone execute you, Mr Naruhodo! Not tonight!
Leads back to:
"Counsel, present the evidence at once!"
Ryunosuke:
What happened that night is written very plainly in this newspaper article! 'Executed criminal returns in the dead of night at local cemetery!'
Van Zieks:
You're suggesting it was a corpse, coming back from the dead now?!
Ryunosuke:
Well, if this article is to be believed, yes. The Professor, assumed dead following his execution, emerged from his grave...and was killed again!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Don't be a fool! That's simply a rumour published by the gutter press!
Ryunosuke:
Can you be certain of that?
Van Zieks:
Are you serious?!
Ryunosuke:
The point is, as the article says, there was a witness to what happened.
Judge:
My word! Yes, indeed!
Tusspells:
Mais oui! The young man who stole into the cemetery by chance that night!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Of course there was a witness. The story didn't write itself! But obviously the man made it all up!
Judge:
And in any case, this was ten years ago now. There would surely be no hope of finding him.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
On the contrary, My Lord. We all know this witness well!
Van Zieks:
What?
Judge:
Are you suggesting, Counsel, that you've identified the person in question? That you know who claims to have seen these utterly incredible events take place?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. (In fact, you could say that he's right here before my very eyes!)
Judge:
You will substantiate your latest claim now then, Counsel. Who is the alleged witness of this staggering scene from the cemetery ten years ago?
Present Enoch Drebber profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The man in question...is Mr Enoch Drebber!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
......... I must say, I"m quite staggered by the scene I see before me now, Counsel. That of a young man with his eyes tightly shut, clearly pointing out a person at random.
Van Zieks:
At least have the decency to open your eyes and face the result of your blunder, for heaven's sake.
Ryunosuke:
Gyaaaaaagh!
Susato:
And perhaps you should keep your eyes open when you collapse on the bench like that, too. For safety's sake.
Ryunosuke:
...I'll bear it in mind.
Leads back to:
"You will substantiate your latest claim now then, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
The man in question...is Mr Enoch Drebber!
Van Zieks:
Drebber?!
Judge:
The, the previous witness?
Ryunosuke:
The special exhibit in the House of Horrors at Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxwork... ...recreates that decade-old scene in great detail. The condemned criminal emerging from the grave... And beside the tomb... ...a young man with a lantern stumbling upon the terrifying sight. And that young man... ...is a ten-year-younger Mr Enoch Drebber!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Surely not, Counsel?
Van Zieks:
Drebber was there? In Lowgate Cemetery?
Tusspells:
Um... What is all this talk about Mr Drebber? Is the name significant?
Ryunosuke:
(Of course. Madam [sic] Tusspells doesn't know, does she?) Yes. It's extremely significant, madame. To your situation as well, in fact.
Tusspells:
What situation?
Ryunosuke:
The theft of the Professor waxwork from your museum some days ago... ...was perpetrated by the very same man.
Tusspells:
Non! But...but that would mean...
Van Zieks:
......... Madame Tusspells... ...it would appear you know the name...Enoch Drebber.
Tusspells:
......... Oui. yes, I know it. But from long ago in the past.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Susato:
Oh my!
Judge:
Good gracious!
Van Zieks:
Explain yourself! Tell us everything you know!
Tusspells:
Yes... Yes, of course.
The story of the young man and the terrible sight he witnessed in the cemetery ten years ago... ...was published in every single newspaper in London and throughout Great Britain. However... ...in all of the articles, the witness was simply described as 'a certain young man'. No details were published about his identity. His name was never revealed. That is, apart from in one newspaper.
Tusspells:
The Daily Circus. It is the paper from which comes the article I have already shown the court.
Ryunosuke:
You're saying that his full name was only publicised in that article?
Judge:
Goodness me! Yes, here it is! 'The university student who experienced this shocking event is Mr Enoch Drebber... ...a disciple of science at the University of London, and a resident of its student dorms.'
Ryunosuke:
Unbelievable!
Tusspells:
When I read the article, I went to meet with the man. His discovery of the condemned criminal coming back to life in the cemetery in the dead of night... ...would make a perfect exhibit for my House of Horrors, whether it was the truth or not.
Judge:
I see. So you went to meet Mr Drebber in order to sculpt a waxwork of the man, did you?
Tusspells:
Exactement. He was studying science at the University of London in those days. He was just a poor student. I paid him five pounds to model for the waxwork. And since that time, it has been in my museum to recreate the scene of terror from the cemetery.
Ryunosuke:
So, ten years ago, a young man appealed to the public about an extraordinary event he'd witnessed: A criminal who had been put to death, re-emerging from his grave in the middle of the night. But the public treated his claim as nothing more than an amusing anecdote...that was soon forgotten. Ten years later... ...the same man steals a waxwork model of the executed criminal... ...ostensibly to use as a body double for the victim in the case we're discussing here today. Even though the waxwork's build is a poor match for the victim, and its face is obscured by a mask. So the question is...why would the man do such a thing?
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Which brings us to three days ago, when the birdcage crashed into the Crystal Tower. If the birdcage had in fact contained not the body of Mr Asman, but that same waxwork... ...the coroner from Scotland Yard who investigated, Dr Sithe, would have noticed immediately. And yet she submitted this autopsy report for the victim, which the court has seen earlier. Why?
Van Zieks:
Because the waxwork was that of the Professor, is that what you're saying?
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe put her name to a document confirming the death of a condemned criminal who was still alive. A criminal whose apparent 'resurrection' was witnessed by Mr Drebber. But that misconduct was a deadly secret the coroner would do anything to protect. Which is precisely why Mr Drebber used that particular waxwork as the body double!
Van Zieks:
Aaaaaargh...!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! This court must summon Dr Sithe to the stand! The defence is determined...to find out exactly how the coroner and Mr Drebber are connected!
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
But according to the missive I received this morning through the Prosecutor's Office... ...Dr Sithe is unable to participate in these proceedings. Is that not the case?
Van Zieks:
.........
Susato:
She told us so herself, didn't she?
Sithe:
Lord van Zieks won't be summoning me as a witness. Lord Stronghart has forbidden it.
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart?
Sithe:
The Pandora's box you were warned about...is the Professor case. But please don't make the mistake of thinking you'll get any information about it out of me.
Ryunosuke:
(Something happened on the night of that killer's execution ten years ago. And surely nobody would want to get to the bottom of that more...than Lord van Zieks!)
Van Zieks:
......... The prosecution calls...for the instructions in that missive to be scrapped!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
But, but Lord van Zieks! The missive was issued from the Lord Chief Justice's office.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The assigned prosecutor has the final say on policy in any particular trial. In other words...me.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...!
Van Zieks:
Let Enoch Drebber and Dr Sithe...both take the stand together.
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Very well, I will uphold your request. Bailiff! Send a subpoena with immediate effect, addressed to Dr Sithe of the Forensic Investigation Team. The woman is compelled to attend on Her Majesty's orders!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright then. Enoch Drebber and Dr Sithe... If they weren't colluding with one another, this crime could never have been committed. I'm just a stone's throw away, I can feel it. The truth behind all of this is about to come out!)
Van Zieks:
Thank you for your attendance at such short notice... Dr Sithe.
Sithe:
I'm disappointed in you, Lord van Zieks. You've completely betrayed the agreed policy of both Scotland Yard and the Prosecutor's Office.
Van Zieks:
Betrayal is not in my nature...as long as the truth isn't compromised. If it is... If there's even a hint of wrongdoing...then no matter whom it concerns or disgruntles... ...I will pursue the matter to the bitter end. As would any prosecutor worth his salt.
Sithe:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber... ...you took the victim's life by means of a machine that you constructed in your workshop.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And Dr Sithe... ...as the investigating coroner, you were the first on the scene to examine the victim's body. It is the belief of the defence... ...that you collaborated with each other and were both complicit in this crime.
Sithe:
And where's your evidence?
Ryunosuke:
At present, we have no definitive evidence. But we do have a very significant clue.
Sithe:
What are you talking about?
Ryunosuke:
I'm talking, of course, about the waxwork! This model of the killer known as the Professor...who was sentenced to death ten years ago.
Sithe:
You don't need to tell me. I witnessed the man's execution with my own eyes. And officially pronounced him dead.
Ryunosuke:
...That remains to be seen.
Sithe:
Is that so?
Ryunosuke:
According to newspaper reports from the time, on the night following his execution... ...the killer came back to life.
Sithe:
Tsk! Don't waste my time!
Ryunosuke:
And the sole witness to that mysterious event... ...was you, Mr Drebber, wasn't it?
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
If what you saw in the graveyard that night ten years ago wasn't some chilling fiction, but reality... ...it would make you privy to a very great secret of Dr Sithe's. A secret so profound, it could compel the coroner to agree to collaborate in your evil scheme, in fact.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber, tell the court! Tell everyone the truth of what you saw that night in Lowgate Cemetery!
Drebber:
.........
So he was the student who saw it...
You can see the resemblance actually, can't you? With the man in Madame Tusspells, I mean.
Surely he's not going to claim that's really what he saw. Especially not after all these years.
He was a research student at the University of London, was he?
And a bit too clever for his own good, if you ask me...
Kuh kuh kuh...
Drebber:
What an interesting twist.
Ryunosuke:
...?
Drebber:
When at the time, not one person would take me seriously. Yet now here we are, ten years later, and suddenly my story matters. And in a court of law, too. Very well, then. If everyone so wishes. Let's be frank. I'll tell you the truth of what happened that night...for what it's worth.
Sithe:
.........
Drebber:
.........
Judge:
So, Mr Drebber... ...your testimony, please. About the events of that night ten years ago. You will tell the court exactly what you stumbled across in Lowgate Cemetery!
Drebber:
Yes of course. As you wish.
Witness Testimony
- In The Cemetery Ten Years Earlier -
Drebber:
The reason I was in Lowgate Cemetery at all ten years ago was for...a spot of moonlighting, shall we say?
Yes, the illustration in that newspaper article was based on what I witnessed that night.
But thinking back now, I realise that I never actually saw the Professor.
Soon afterwards, I was visited by a young woman who sculpted a model of me from wax.
Then I gave up on my dream of becoming a scientist. And it was all because of that newspaper article.
Ryunosuke:
Wait a minute! You're, you're claiming you didn't actually see the Professor now?!
Drebber:
Of course. You'd have to have a screw loose if you believed a corpse could come back from the dead.
Ryunosuke:
But... So you're saying this article is...
Drebber:
...Not worth the paper it's printed on? I think that would describe it perfectly, yes.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Susato:
If the details in the article aren't true... ...it nullifies your argument for why Mr Drebber and Dr Sithe would have been working together.
Ryunosuke:
(So he's discrediting himself to cripple my argument?!)
Judge:
Tell me, witness... ...you claim to have been in the cemetery on some... auxiliary business. Can you elaborate?
Drebber:
That's right. Graverobbing, to be precise. As you know, Lowgate Cemetery is at the rear of Barclay Prison. So among students at the university, it had a reputation for being haunted by the ghosts of condemned convicts.
Judge:
G-Graverobbing, you say?!
Drebber:
Yes. Exhuming fresh corpses to sell is reasonably lucrative. Of course, I never laid a finger on any valuables buried with the dead.
Van Zieks:
So you were one of the so-called Resurrectionists. A particularly unpleasant scourge on society. 
Drebber:
Actually, my fellows and I went by another name: 'The Repurposers'.
Judge:
That, that is quite beyond the pale! You would invite divine retribution, sir!
Drebber:
Yes, well...I think I suffered retribution enough. The Daily Circus...eventually unearthed my name and put it in print. It caused me a great many headaches. In the end, I had to leave the university. ...That was the only paper with the bad grace to identify me unambiguously, I might add.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Van Zieks:
Out of interest, who drew the illustration for this article?
Drebber:
Ah yes, that was the reporter who exposed me. He sketched that right in front of me as I described the scene. Obviously, as time ticked on, I bitterly regretted what I'd done. Claiming to have seen something I never truly saw... Foolish. Very foolish.
Judge:
Hmmm... Well, Counsel for the Defence...you may proceed to the cross-examination now.
Ryunosuke:
At once, My Lord.
Cross-Examination
- In The Cemetery Ten Years Earlier -
Drebber:
The reason I was in Lowgate Cemetery at all ten years ago was for...a spot of moonlighting, shall we say?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
By 'moonlighting', you mean graverobbing, do you?
Drebber:
Surely you only need to look at the graveyard scene and my appearance to gauge the answer to that?
Van Zieks:
The lantern and spade...
Ryunosuke:
But who on earth would want to buy a dead body?
Sithe:
Any major hospital.
Ryunosuke:
A hospital?!
Sithe:
In order to better understand the human body, the study of anatomy is crucial to medical science. But there isn't a hospital in the world that has enough 'specimens' to work with. ...Though obviously they can't openly express an interest in obtaining more by dubious means.
Drebber:
As aspiring scientists, we young research students had no money to work with, as I'm sure you can imagine. So we made surreptitious arrangements with a hospital via some of our medical student acquaintances. We would never take anything of value from the graves. This was all for the furtherance of science, you see. That's what we all told ourselves every time we stole into the graveyard at night, spade in hand.
Van Zieks:
You realise body-snatching is a serious crime. If you were caught, you could expect the gravest of consequences.
Drebber:
We students were caught between the hammer and the anvil. We needed funds for research.
Ryunosuke:
(Professor Harebrayne said exactly the same...)
Judge:
I'm quite speechless at the apparent levity with which you've revealed this abhorrent behaviour.
Drebber:
Well, if you wanted to know why I was there at Lowgate Cemetery, that's the reason. But I never expected it to end the way it did. That...I regret to this day.
Drebber:
Yes, the illustration in that newspaper article was based on what I witnessed that night.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The strange happening at Lowgate Cemetery...which you now deny.
Drebber:
Not entirely. I ran to fetch the police at the time, you know. I was shaking like a leaf. But they didn't believe a word of it. In fact, I was very nearly arrested myself.
Ryunosuke:
So you went to the papers instead?
Drebber:
I started big, with the London News. But unsurprisingly, they didn't want to know, either. In the end, though, it was reporters from the gossip rags, the gutter press, that came to get my story. And it spread like the plague through the capital, as gossip-hungry Londoners lapped up the tale.
Van Zieks:
The story was in every single paper at the time, with the exception of some broadsheets.
Drebber:
And yet only two or three of them actually interviewed me personally. Most of the accounts turned out to be very...interpretive ghost stories.
Ryunosuke:
What about the article in the Daily Circus?
Drebber:
That particular journalist found me at my dormitory. I don't know how, but he'd discovered my name. So I recounted to him exactly what had happened that night.
Ryunosuke:
And from your description, he drew this illustration?
Drebber:
Precisely. That's how I learnt that the condemned man was the infamous Professor. Because the reporter told me so. I had no idea myself, you see.
Van Zieks:
Newspaper reporters are wont to snoop around in matters that don't concern them. So the scene portrayed in the illustration is accurate, then?
Drebber:
Well...
Drebber:
Thinking back now, I realise that I never actually saw the Professor at all, though.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What are you talking about?
Drebber:
I think I explained already, didn't I? Lowgate Cemetery is at the rear of Barclay Prison. So it was renowned among us students at the university for being haunted by the ghosts of condemned convicts. For some absurd reason, I was scared of the graveyard at night. And as a result...only too willing to believe that nonsense about the dead coming back to life.
Ryunosuke:
But you said you actually saw it.
Drebber:
I said what I'd seen in my mind's eye. After all...resurrection is impossible, isn't it? You'd have to be unhinged to think otherwise. Unless of course... ...you have some evidence that proves I encountered the Professor that night?
Ryunosuke:
......... (I don't know. Is there any material evidence that could show he really did see the Professor?)
Susato:
If we have anything at all, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
I know. I need to present it against that irritatingly backtracking statement of his!
Drebber:
The point is, that night was a pivotal moment in my life.
Present Ten-Year-Old Article
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, Mr Drebber, but I don't believe that.
Drebber:
Don't believe what?
Ryunosuke:
Your latest claim. You did see the Professor on that night ten years ago.
Drebber:
Hm, oh dear, we seem to be at odds. But I was there. And you were not. I know what I didn't see.
Ryunosuke:
The illustration with this article... ...was drawn based upon what you told the journalist that you witnessed. A figure emerging from a tomb...wearing an iron mask.
Drebber:
...!
Van Zieks:
Yes, when the killer was tried ten years ago... ...it was decided in the closed court's ruling that the man would wear the mask to hide his identity. It wasn't to be removed even during his execution and subsequent burial.
Judge:
Not even the prison wardens were to see the man's face. But obviously, the provision of this mask was not public knowledge.
Ryunosuke:
So, Mr Drebber, as you've just heard...
Drebber:
Agh!
Ryunosuke:
...a lowly student of the University of London certainly wouldn't have known about the condemned man's mask. So unless you'd actually seen the Professor that night... ...it's inconceivable that the artist would have included the mask in that illustration!
Drebber:
Aaaaaargh!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! ...Well, Mr Drebber?
Drebber:
......... It's a vile scene, isn't it? If you look closely.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Drebber:
And as I've already been at pains to point out, I was utterly petrified. Which is why I had it in my head that I'd seen such a blood-curdling sight. But afterwards, I came to my senses. And realised that I'd been mistaken.
Ryunosuke:
You... You're still saying you didn't see it?!
Van Zieks:
If you're stubbornly sticking to that story, witness... ...then amend your testimony to explain exactly how you think your eyes deceived you.
Drebber:
Of course, of course. Only too happy to oblige.
Ryunosuke:
(I can't believe he's still not going to concede the point!)
Drebber:
.........
Changes statement from "Thinking back now, I realise that I never actually saw the Professor at all, though." to "What I in fact witnessed, was a fellow graverobber at work."
Drebber:
What I in fact witnessed, was a fellow graverobber at work.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A fellow graverobber? What are you talking about?
Drebber:
Well, I wasn't the only one busy in the cemetery that night, you know. Other body snatchers were at work. Of course, when I saw one emerging from the hole he'd dug, my heart very nearly stopped. So that's the terrifying sight I actually saw, you see.
Van Zieks:
You're claiming it was just another student on equally insalubrious business as yourself?
Drebber:
Many of the medical students would wear metal masks to protect them from bacteria during dissections. Clearly the fellow was using such a mask to protect his anonymity...wouldn't you say?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But there's more to the story, isn't there? The article goes on to say: 'In the next second, a gunshot rang out suddenly from behind. The bullet pierced the resurrected man's chest, whose breath then stilled once more.'
Judge:
We might assume that the sexton discovered the miscreants at work, perhaps? And fired upon one of them.
Ryunosuke:
If a gravedigger had shot someone in the cemetery, I think it might have been rather big news, My Lord.
Judge:
Ah! Yes, well...
Drebber:
I can only assume it was an embellishment bolted on later by the reporter.
Pursue Esmeralda Tusspells (before adding statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Madame Tusspells! ...Don't take it out on Mr Sholmes.
Tusspells:
......... Oh là là! Pardon. I was...lost in my thoughts.
Ryunosuke:
Would it be fair to say that Mr Drebber's last remark... ...was significant to you in some way?
Tusspells:
......... I thought it was a little strange, that is all. How Monsieur Drebber could claim this now.
Drebber:
If you don't mind me saying, madame... What are you talking about?
Tusspells:
Well, when I met you ten years ago at your university dormitory... ...you recounted to me about your adventures in the cemetery, non? Including the gunshot...
Drebber:
Stop! You might want to watch your tongue, you know!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Have a care, Drebber. That's no way to speak to a lady.
Drebber:
Grrr...
Ryunosuke:
Please, Madame Tusspells, carry on.
Tusspells:
Of course. According to what Monsieur Drebber told me at the time... ...he did hear a gunshot from behind him, and the bullet hit the condemned man.
Drebber:
I said nothing of the sort!
Tusspells:
Non, you were very explicit about the details. About the mask that the figure was wearing... ...and the blood that splattered over you when he was shot.
Drebber:
Enough! Shut up, woman! You're making all this up!
Judge:
That will do! Mr Drebber...
Drebber:
Hm? Yes?
Judge:
You refute the account just given by Madame Tusspells?
Drebber:
......... I have no recollection of ever saying those things.
Ryunosuke:
Come on! Do you really expect us to believe you?!
Judge:
Control yourself, Counsel. I will not permit baseless accusations in my courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Judge:
Under the circumstances... ...I think it best that you supplement your testimony with a statement to clarify your position on this, witness.
Drebber:
V...Very well.
Van Zieks:
.........
Adds statement "There was no gunshot from behind me at all. Nor any splattering blood."
Ryunosuke:
An embellishment?
Drebber:
As I explained earlier, most of what the papers published about those events was fabricated nonsense. The journalists had a great time fashioning it into a horrifying ghost story.
Ryunosuke:
So...now you're saying there was no gunshot?
Drebber:
That's right, yes. I'm afraid so.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Drebber:
I mistakenly thought I'd seen a corpse coming back to life and then fled the scene. That's really all that happened.
Drebber:
There was no gunshot from behind me at all. Nor any splattering blood.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Yet Madame Tusspells has testified that you told her about both of those details.
Drebber:
Not true. I said nothing of the sort.
Van Zieks:
Ten years have passed. Without material evidence to the contrary, you have no grounds on which to question the witness's word.
Ryunosuke:
Agh! Tell me, Madame Tusspells...
Tusspells:
Oui?
Ryunosuke:
...what exactly did Mr Drebber say about the blood that apparently spattered on him?
Tusspells:
Alors, this is what he told me: All of a sudden, he heard a very loud gunshot from behind his back. The bullet hit the figure who was emerging from the tomb in the middle of the chest. In his heart.
Judge:
Hm... One dreadful sight after another...
Tusspells:
And since Monsieur Drebber was at that time facing towards the condemned man... ...the blood sprayed from the wound and spattered on his body. That is what he told me.
Ryunosuke:
So...not an experience you would ever forget, is it?
Drebber:
Precisely. And I didn't forget it. Because, as I've already said... ...it never happened in the first place.
Ryunosuke:
(He's clearly lying. If only I had some evidence to prove it...)
Susato:
We can't let him win, Mr Naruhodo! So we mustn't overlook a single detail, no matter how small!
Present Camera (after examining bloodstain on bellows and pressing statement "Soon afterwards, I was visited by a young woman who sculpted a model of me from wax.")
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr Drebber, do you remember this camera?"
Drebber:
Soon afterwards, I was visited by a young woman who sculpted a model of me from wax.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
That young woman being Madame Tusspells, of course.
Drebber:
Precisely. I must say, I didn't expect to run into her again like this ten years later.
Tusspells:
As I have explained... ...I went by the name published in the article, and... comme ça I found the man.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the article in the Daily Circus, I think you said.
Drebber:
I was a poor student with barely a penny to my name at the time. And the young lady put five pounds in front of me.
Van Zieks:
So you readily consented to having a waxwork of yourself made and gave permission for it to be put on display.
Drebber:
I did. I should sell what little I had to sell, I concluded.
Tusspells:
Ah, oui, I remember now... ...I purchased something else from you that day, n'est-ce pas?
Drebber:
Did you? I can't say I remember.
Ryunosuke:
What was it, madame?
Tusspells:
His camera.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Drebber:
Oh yes. I made a point of taking it with me whenever I... made an excursion into any cemetery.
Judge:
You took a camera with you, sir? To what end?
Drebber:
To record the details of the bodies I disinterred. But I had no intention of ever visiting a graveyard again after that night...so I sold it.
Judge:
Hm, I see...
Tusspells:
But I still have it, monsieur. It is part of the special exhibit in my House of Horrors. I am very meticulous about such details. It is the Tusspells way.
Susato:
It would seem, then... ...that this is the very camera Mr Drebber took with him to Lowgate Cemetery on the night in question.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Interesting...
The details of the camera have been updated in the Court Record.
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
That young woman being Madame Tusspells, of course.
Drebber:
Precisely. I must say, I didn't expect to run into her again like this ten years later.
Tusspells:
As I have explained... ...I went by the name published in the article, and... comme ça I found the man.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the article in the Daily Circus, I think you said.
Drebber:
I was a poor student with barely a penny to my name at the time. And the young lady put five pounds in front of me.
Van Zieks:
So you readily consented to having a waxwork of yourself made and gave permission for it to be put on display.
Drebber:
I did. I should sell what little I had to sell, I concluded.
Tusspells:
Ah, oui, I remember now... ...I purchased something else from you that day, n'est-ce pas?
Drebber:
Did you? I can't say I remember.
Ryunosuke:
What was it, madame?
Tusspells:
His camera.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Drebber:
Oh yes. I made a point of taking it with me whenever I... made an excursion into any cemetery.
Judge:
You took a camera with you, sir? To what end?
Drebber:
To record the details of the bodies I disinterred. But I had no intention of ever visiting a graveyard again after that night...so I sold it.
Judge:
Hm, I see...
Tusspells:
But I still have it, monsieur. It is part of the special exhibit in my House of Horrors. I am very meticulous about such details. It is the Tusspells way.
Susato:
It would seem, then... ...that this is the very camera Mr Drebber took with him to Lowgate Cemetery on the night in question.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Interesting...
Examine evidence
Camera
Back side
Ryunosuke:
This is where the photographic plate goes, I think, isn't it?
Susato:
Yes, that's right. Isn't it incredible to think that this is the actual camera Mr Drebber used that night? I certainly never imagined a piece of evidence would be on display in Madame Tusspells!
Ryunosuke:
She's very keen on everything being as true to life as possible though, isn't she?
Drebber:
Then I gave up on my dream of becoming a scientist. And it was all because of that newspaper article.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
This article, you mean? Published in the Daily Circus?
Drebber:
Yes. Somebody informed the dean that it was my name that appeared in the article. And carelessly let slip that night after night, I was digging up graves. Hardly a model student, you might say. The university's reputation was execrably defiled, and I was expelled as a result.
Tusspells:
Mon Dieu, I had no idea...
Van Zieks:
And having been run out of university, you found employment in a somewhat...specialist trade.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
You combined your knowledge of science with your knowledge of stage magic... ...to create various 'experimental machines' intended to demonstrate never-before-seen technology. And you used those deceptive machines to trick the government and private investors into giving you money.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Professor Albert Harebrayne was just your latest victim, wasn't he?
Drebber:
Whatever are you talking about? I have no recollection of doing anything of the sort.
Sithe:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(What's Drebber up to? Why would he suddenly change his tune and recant his claim?)
Susato:
I wonder if perhaps...it's because his circumstances have changed now.
Ryunosuke:
What circumstances?
Susato:
Well...if he admits to having seen the Professor emerging alive from his grave ten years ago... ...it will expose a secret in Dr Sithe's past that she would desperately want to hide.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course! If Drebber and Dr Sithe are working together now... ...then if Drebber were to betray her, there would be no reason for her to continue to cooperate. (In that case, there's only one way around it. I'll have to prove he really did see it. Prove he really did see the Professor's corpse coming back from the dead as he originally claimed!)
Susato:
Yes, Mr Naruhodo! Exactly!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber, do you remember this camera?
Drebber:
...!
Tusspells:
But...that is the camera from that fateful night!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we...borrowed it from the House of Horrors. It's the camera you took with you to the cemetery that night, Mr Drebber.
Drebber:
......... And...is that supposed to be significant?
Ryunosuke:
This kind of camera is rarely seen in our homeland, so my colleague and I were keen to examine it closely. We noticed that the lens extends forwards on the end of some bellows... ...like this.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
What's that? There...just on the bellows... It looks like...a dark red stain...
Drebber:
Ah...
Ryunosuke:
That's right. It's a rather conspicuous mark here on the bellows, in fact.
Judge:
Good Lord! Are you suggesting...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. It would appear to be a spatter of blood.
Susato:
Something that could be confirmed with a simple chemical test. Isn't that right, Dr Sithe?
Sithe:
...! It would be difficult to determine if it was human blood and not the blood of some animal. But yes, to test whether or not it's blood at all is simple enough.
Ryunosuke:
I propose that Madame Tusspells's testimony was correct. And that on the night in question ten years ago...you were spattered with blood from the gunshot wound.
Drebber:
Well I...
Ryunosuke:
And that furthermore...you really did witness the condemned Professor emerging from his tomb!
Drebber:
Grrr... Gaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Ryunosuke:
There's simply no way you could have forgotten such a traumatic experience! In other words, the only explanation... ...is that you're trying to hide the fact that you saw the Professor that night!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
But why?! Why would he want to do that?
Ryunosuke:
Well...not for his own gain, it would seem.
Van Zieks:
For whose, then? Who could benefit?
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber is obviously lying in order to protect somebody.
Judge:
My goodness! He's shielding someone?
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord. And clearly... ...it's someone who doesn't want the truth about the Professor 'coming back to life' to be exposed!
Judge:
Well, Counsel, who is it then? Who is this witness trying to protect by lying about what he saw that night?
Present Courtney Sithe profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The obvious answer...is Dr Sithe!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Good gracious. That's certainly not the answer I was expecting!
Ryunosuke:
(Uh-oh! That's not the reaction I was expecting either.)
Van Zieks:
I suggest...you go and crawl into a tomb. Maybe then you'll emerge with a better grasp on the case.
Ryunosuke:
Uwaaaaaagh!
Susato:
Fear not, Mr Naruhodo! I'll shield you, even if I must lie to do it! I'll tell them that such a terrible mistake is completely out of character!
Ryunosuke:
(...I can't have Susato-san committing perjury for me. No. No more mistakes. I need to get this right now!)
Leads back to:
"Well, Counsel, who is it then?"
Ryunosuke:
The obvious answer...is Dr Sithe!
Van Zieks:
Sithe...?
Judge:
What, whatever do you mean?
Sithe:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Imagine if the convict who'd been sentenced to death was not in fact killed... Imagine if that was to come to light...
Sithe:
What are you insinuating?
Ryunosuke:
And imagine if the convict in question was the country's most hated mass murderer... ...if it was the Professor...
Judge:
That, that would be an unprecedented scandal!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
This is beyond a joke! Need I point out that the dead cannot come back to life? What you're suggesting would mean...that the execution never actually happened.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's exactly what it would mean.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
Once a man is sent to the gallows, he hangs. No one could escape. Not in Great Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But the fact is...there was a witness to the fact that the man did escape his hanging!
Judge:
If that were really true, Counsel, the implications of misconduct would not stop at the supervising coroner. It would taint the honour of the entire judiciary, from the ground up!
Sithe:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And it's exactly because of those monumental repercussions... ...that Dr Sithe would consent to any demand made of her by someone who threatened to expose the secret. Even if that meant being complicit in a crime.
Judge:
You, you mean...
Ryunosuke:
I mean that Dr Sithe wasn't collaborating in Mr Drebber's wicked scheme... ...she was coerced into collaborating! In order to protect her decade-old secret... ...she switched the dead body of Mr Asman with the waxwork model and fabricated the autopsy report!
Sithe:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Ryunosuke:
L-Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
Pray forgive my freshly filled hallowed chalice...and a whole raft of other discourtesies now.
Judge:
Goodness me!
Van Zieks:
It's just the sort of tall tale Londoners would enjoy, I grant you. An executed killer rising from the dead... A Scotland Yard cover-up... A conspiracy at the highest levels... So let me ask you one thing...
Ryunosuke:
What's that?
Van Zieks:
If the condemned man really did emerge from his tomb that night only to be shot in the chest... ...who pulled the trigger and disposed of him forever?
Ryunosuke:
Uh, well... (I have no idea at the moment!)
Susato:
We have too little information to work that out at present, I think.
Ryunosuke:
I, I couldn't agree more...
Van Zieks:
The Old Bailey is no place for wild fantasies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Van Zieks:
And have you considered this, my learned Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
Considered what?
Van Zieks:
Do you realise just what a dangerous endeavour it would be to coerce this woman into such criminal activity? It's tantamount to declaring war on the entire British police force and judiciary.
Juror No. 4:
Quite. Hard to imagine any sum of money being offered for research could warrant it.
Juror No. 3:
To rely on some stage deception when so much is at stake would be madness.
Ryunosuke:
Well, well I suppose...
Van Zieks:
And this was no petty crime, either. The victim was murdered. A man who'd already invested money in the venture, and would be instrumental in future profits, too.
Drebber:
Yes, I had no reason to kill Mr Asman at all. Or are you forgetting that his death results in me receiving not a single penny? The court is already aware of the contract between myself and the victim, no?
Judge:
Hmmm... There is the contract, that's very true...
Ryunosuke:
......... (The motive for this case runs deep, though. I can feel it.)
Susato:
Using threats to force the head of the Forensic Investigation Team to cooperate is extreme. Especially for a government grant he had no guarantee of receiving in the first place.
Ryunosuke:
...If the research grant was the aim, taking Mr Asman's life would have made no sense anyway. Which means... ...Mr Drebber's motive wasn't money at all. He was...just trying to kill Mr Asman! (But why? What WAS his motive, then?)
Van Zieks:
Your time is up, my learned friend. I'd say you have one last chance before the jury lose their patience with this charade.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
Let's see if you can back up your heady proposal, shall we? How do you explain why this engineer would throw all caution to the wind and threaten his own country?
Judge:
At this point, I'm not prepared to listen to more of this outlandish conjecture without proof. So, Counsel...present your evidence.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright... Who exactly was Mr Asman to Drebber? There's a connection there that no one's seen yet. And I'm going to have to present two pieces of evidence to show what it is.) Yes, My Lord. The evidence that establishes a motive and explains why the witness wanted the victim dead is right here!
Present Drebber's Contract
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber, I have here the contract that you signed with Mr Asman.
Drebber:
Yes, that's right. The very document, in fact... ...that proves I had no reason to kill the man.
Ryunosuke:
No, I'm afraid not. As it turns out... ...this contract actually helps to establish the real motive for the murder you committed.
Judge:
It does? Well I never!
Drebber:
What are you talking about? Read it again, you idiot!
Ryunosuke:
I'm not finished. In order to demonstrate what your motive really was... ...I need this contract...and one other piece of evidence!
Van Zieks:
What other evidence?
Judge:
Counsel, you will present your supplementary evidence without delay. The evidence, which when cross-referenced with the contract, establishes a motive for the deed!
Present Ten-Year-Old Article
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"It's this newspaper article, My Lord."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
I think it's fair to say that after your presentation of evidence, Counsel, we have only half the story.
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. Which is why I just presented another piece of evidence to complete it!
Van Zieks:
Clearly my learned friend only had half an education. And irony wasn't included on the syllabus. So let me put this in words of zero syllables that even you will understand.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Wait! I see it now! It's a play on 'syllabus' and 'syllables'! That's the irony!
Susato:
...That was just a pun, Mr Naruhodo. The irony was...elsewhere.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Judge:
Your argument clearly does not stand without this second piece of evidence, which remains elusive.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes! Sorry, My Lord! (The evidence I need to supplement the contract... I know it's right in front of my eyes!)
Leads back to:
"Counsel, you will present your supplementary evidence without delay."
Ryunosuke:
It's this newspaper article, My Lord.
Van Zieks:
That was written ten years ago...and every detail has been examined already. What can it possibly tell us?
Drebber:
That drivel should never have been written! It's typical gutter press nonsense that means nothing!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But there's something significant that this newspaper article and the contract have in common.
Leads to:
"Really?"
Present Ten-Year-Old Article
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It's this newspaper article, My Lord.
Van Zieks:
That was written ten years ago...and every detail has been examined already. What can it possibly tell us?
Drebber:
That drivel should never have been written! It's typical gutter press nonsense that means nothing!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, on its own, it isn't particularly significant. However... ...when considered alongside another piece of evidence... ...it will completely explain your motive for wanting Mr Asman dead.
Van Zieks:
What other evidence?
Judge:
Counsel, you will present your supplementary evidence without delay. The evidence, which when cross-referenced with the newspaper article, establishes a motive for the deed!
Present Drebber's Contract
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"It's this contract, My Lord."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
I think it's fair to say that after your presentation of evidence, Counsel, we have only half the story.
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. Which is why I just presented another piece of evidence to complete it!
Van Zieks:
Clearly my learned friend only had half an education. And irony wasn't included on the syllabus. So let me put this in words of zero syllables that even you will understand.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Wait! I see it now! It's a play on 'syllabus' and 'syllables'! That's the irony!
Susato:
...That was just a pun, Mr Naruhodo. The irony was...elsewhere.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Judge:
Your argument clearly does not stand without this second piece of evidence, which remains elusive.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, yes! Sorry, My Lord! (The evidence I need to supplement the article... I know it's right in front of my eyes!)
Leads back to:
"Counsel, you will present your supplementary evidence without delay."
Ryunosuke:
It's this contract, My Lord. Mr Drebber, this is the contract you signed with Mr Asman.
Drebber:
Yes, that's right. The very document, in fact... ...that proves I had no reason to kill the man.
Ryunosuke:
No, I'm afraid not.
Drebber:
What?
Ryunosuke:
There's something very significant that this newspaper article and the contract have in common.
Leads to:
"Really?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
If indeed this piece of evidence reveals the motive...
Judge:
......... 'If', Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
.........Yes. If it did...it would be great, I was thinking. Or hoping, anyway. ...Well, wishing, really.
Judge:
Are you treating my courtroom like a fountain that grants wishes when you throw money into it?
Ryunosuke:
(I knew I should have thrown more than a farthing in last time I was at the park...)
Susato:
I don't think this has anything to do with your offerings to the gods, Mr Naruhodo.
Leads back to:
"At this point, I'm not prepared to listen to more of this outlandish conjecture without proof."
Judge:
Really?
Ryunosuke:
And it's that common link... ...that shows very clearly why you were determined to kill Mr Odie Asman!
Van Zieks:
It seems the defence has uncovered something the rest of us have missed. So, my learned friend...point out what these two pieces of evidence have in common. Where exactly is the link between this newspaper article and the contract?
Present signature
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"What these two pieces of evidence have in common..."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well...if you look just here...
Judge:
What am I supposed to be seeing there?
Ryunosuke:
J-J-Just here...is what the two...have in common!
Judge:
......... That they're both made of paper won't do, Counsel.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, I feel sure you've already noticed what the contract and article have in common. But just in case it's slipped your mind...look closely at the illustration!
Judge:
I think perhaps you had better try that again.
Van Zieks:
...For what good it will do.
Leads back to:
"Where exactly is the link between this newspaper article and the contract?"
Ryunosuke:
What these two pieces of evidence have in common... ...is a signature.
Judge:
A, a signature?
Ryunosuke:
The signature on the illustration that accompanies the ten-year-old article and the signature on the contract... ...belong to the same person!
Van Zieks:
What?!
Drebber:
Agh...............
Ryunosuke:
As the court has heard, this illustration was drawn ten years ago... ...by the newspaper reporter who found Mr Drebber and interviewed him about his ordeal. If you look closely, the reporter's signature can be seen in the bottom-right corner of the drawing.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And if you look at the contract here, which was signed between the witness and the victim last year... ...you can clearly see Mr Asman's signature at the bottom.
Judge:
Let me see now... Good Lord, yes! They're identical!
Ryunosuke:
In short... ...the journalist who drew the illustration and wrote the article published about Mr Drebber ten years ago... ...was the victim of this case...Mr Odie Asman!
Drebber:
Ugh... URAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
But explain to the court why! Why would that constitute a motive for the witness to murder Asman?!
Ryunosuke:
Well, if you think back... ...you'll remember that Mr Drebber talked about that article in his testimony.
Judge:
G-Graverobbing, you say?!
Drebber:
Yes. Exhuming fresh corpses to sell is reasonably lucrative.
Judge:
That, that is quite beyond the pale! You would invite divine retribution, sir!
Drebber:
Yes, well...I think I suffered retribution enough. The Daily Circus...eventually unearthed my name and put it in print. It caused me a great many headaches. In the end, I had to leave the university. ...That was the only paper with the bad grace to identify me unambiguously, I might add.
Drebber:
Then I gave up on my dream of becoming a scientist. And it was all because of that newspaper article.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
At the time, you were a student of the University of London who dreamt of becoming a scientist. However... ...this single newspaper article changed your entire life.
Drebber:
.........
Judge:
So Mr Asman used to be a newspaper journalist, did he?
Van Zieks:
He did, My Lord. In fact, it's a widely held belief that Asman managed to position himself at the heart of his criminal network... ...thanks to the many dubious connections he made during his time as reporter.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So you had to give up on your dream and leave university. You lost everything. Eventually you found yourself working in the field of science, but only in the shadows. And all because of that article...written by Mr Asman!
Drebber:
ENOUGH! ......... Stop this endless drivel about my life!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Judge:
Explain yourself, Mr Drebber!
Drebber:
Yes, it's true. I had to leave the university as a result of that article. But it was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Drebber:
Almost every student of science in the faculty was too poor to actually conduct any research. But they struggled on with their hypotheses anyway. We all did. Only to have them taken by vultures. Sooner or later, you knew your ideas would be stolen and patented by some wretch or other, after all.
Judge:
Good gracious...
Drebber:
Making a name for yourself as a scientist in a climate like that... ...was a miracle only a select few geniuses could ever hope to achieve. Personally, I wasn't one of those geniuses. So it was hardly a wrench. Being forced out of the university because of Lowgate was the best thing that could have happened to me!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber... ...do you genuinely believe that?
Drebber:
Of course I do! Who's better placed to know whether or not I possess a talent for science than me?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry to say...that your words don't ring true at all.
Drebber:
...How dare you?!
Ryunosuke:
And I have evidence to prove it.
Drebber:
How are you in a position to say anything about me? I don't know you from Adam! Fine, if you think you have evidence, go ahead. Show it! What could you possibly have to disprove the idea that I was happy to leave university because I lacked talent?
Present Science Trophy
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Do you remember this, Mr Drebber?"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I think this piece of evidence speaks for itself, doesn't it?
Drebber:
...In describing your own lack of talent, yes.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Drebber:
Believe me, I've seen many a young man's dreams crushed in the vice of life.
Van Zieks:
My advice is for you to do what you Nipponese do best: bow out, and go back home to the farm.
Ryunosuke:
(But my 'farm' is a fifty-day boat ride away...)
Susato:
If Lord van Zieks is trying to imply that Tokyo is some small, provincial agricultural town, he's sorely mistaken!
Ryunosuke:
As I said, the idea that you left university without looking back because you thought you had no talent is nonsense.
Drebber:
...!
Leads back to:
"And I have evidence to prove it."
Ryunosuke:
Do you remember this, Mr Drebber? We found it at your workshop.
Drebber:
...!
Van Zieks:
I-Is that...a Royal Society trophy for excellence in science?
Judge:
...What exactly is this trophy, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
It's the greatest honour that can be bestowed on a young scientist, My Lord.
Drebber:
.........
Van Zieks:
There is no higher accolade. It recognises emerging talent and promises a bright future.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Ryunosuke:
Your prospects for the future were excellent, weren't they, Mr Drebber? Because even then, you were a genius in your field.
Drebber:
...!
Ryunosuke:
But you lost everything. You had no more future. Your talents would go to waste. All as a result of this one newspaper article.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I don't know when you realised who Mr Asman was. But when it dawned on you that he was the same journalist who ten years ago ruined your life... ...it's abundantly clear...that you had no intention of forgiving the man!
Drebber:
......... .................. The truth...is...
Ryunosuke:
(Finally, he's going to fold.)
Susato:
.........
???:
Hold it!
Sithe:
Haaah... Fine. Clearly this has run its course now.
Drebber:
What?!
Sithe:
I admit it. All of it.
Ryunosuke:
(What?!)
Drebber:
W-What are you doing?!
Sithe:
It's exactly as the Japanese man said. I was coerced into going along with this man's plot to murder the victim. On the condition that he kept my dirty secret from ten years ago.
Ryunosuke:
I...
Van Zieks:
No...
Judge:
GOOD LOOOOOOOOORD!
Van Zieks:
Dr Sithe! Do you realise what you're saying, woman?!
Sithe:
......... It's all true. That day... ...when I arrived at the Crystal Tower and saw the birdcage... ...my heart nearly stopped beating. That memory from a decade ago that I'd done my best to bury deep inside myself... It was the Professor again, staring me in the face. And then, before I had a chance to react, I noticed something else. There was a note tucked inside the model's jacket.
'Dr Sithe, You will go along with my plan. From someone who knows the truth about what really happened that night ten years ago.'
.........
Sithe:
All the instructions were there in the note. Every detail was meticulously written out. I had no choice but to do what it said. I made the necessary 'alterations' to the scene and fabricated the autopsy report as instructed. There was really no other choice. It had to be done to protect the judiciary. ...I can only apologise now.
Drebber:
Why on earth would you buckle now?
Sithe:
......... Well there's no point trying to hide it any more, is there? I would have done anything to stop it coming out. Even collaborate in a murder. But the great lie about that execution ten years ago has been exposed. Whatever happens...I'm finished.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So then, Mr Drebber, what do you say to that? Your accomplice has admitted everything.
Drebber:
......... Surely it goes without saying.
Ryunosuke:
You admit your part in it too, then?
Drebber:
I admit nothing! At all!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?!
Van Zieks:
.........
Drebber:
Have you forgotten that the kinesis machine was ripped to shreds by an explosion? Short of me admitting to a crime, there's really no possible way for you to prove I did anything wrong.
Ryunosuke:
Nnn...NOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!!
Sithe:
Whatever this man says, I admit everything. He threatened to expose my secret, so I went along with his plan. And Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
Yes?
Sithe:
I hope you'll accept my apologies. ...What happens next is in your hands, of course.
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
I have heard more than enough now. I hereby present the final findings of this court.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
This trial is not the proper forum in which to pursue the alleged wrongdoings of Mr Drebber. The defendant is Professor Albert Harebrayne.
Van Zieks:
......... Very true. It had slipped my mind.
Ryunosuke:
...Isn't he one of your closest friends?
Judge:
As the court has heard, Dr Sithe has admitted to the allegations brought by the defence... ...thereby absolving the defendant of any possible guilt.
Ryunosuke:
...! You, you mean...
Judge:
At the present time, it is the conclusion of this court that the defendant was not involved in any wrongdoing. Does the prosecution have any objection?
Van Zieks:
......... ...None, My Lord.
Susato:
Oh, congratulations, Mr Naruhodo! You've proven Professor Harebrayne's innocence!
Judge:
Without further ado then, the adjudication. Unless the prosecution or defence have any other matters to discuss?
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... (I don't know... This doesn't feel quite right. Why did Dr Sithe suddenly admit to it like that?)
Susato:
Is everything alright, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Like you said before, the way the trial is set to end now... ...the judge will certainly deliver a verdict of not guilty. (But is that really what we want? What the defence should be pushing for now is...)
Immediate adjudication
Ryunosuke:
(If the judge gives his verdict now, Professor Harebrayne will be found not guilty, without any doubt.)
Susato:
Is something troubling you, perhaps?
Ryunosuke:
Yes... But it's probably nothing. (In the antechamber during the recess earlier... ...I did give Mr Sholmes my word though, didn't I? I told him I'd pursue any doubts I had about the truth to the absolute last.)
Susato:
If you gave Mr Sholmes your word, then it most certainly isn't nothing! And it means there's only one right answer here.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, you're right. (I don't know why I was ever wavering.)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The defence objects to the trial ending at this time, My Lord."
Further testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The defence objects to the trial ending at this time, My Lord."
Ryunosuke:
The defence objects to the trial ending at this time, My Lord.
Judge:
I beg your pardon?
Ryunosuke:
We demand...one final testimony!
Judge:
WHAT?! You do realise I'm about to adjudicate in favour of your client, I presume?
Van Zieks:
What are you playing at now, my Nipponese friend? Why would you want to obstruct the conclusion of the trial at this point? No defence lawyer in his right mind would do that.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, what exactly are you thinking?
Ryunosuke:
The truth - the whole truth - and a way to bring it all out into the open.
Susato:
Right!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Yes, in hindsight...)
Sholmes:
Ah yes, one word of warning before I go: If, in the course of the trial this afternoon, you perceive even a shadow of doubt about the truth... ...don't let it out of your sight. Pursue it like a dog with a bone.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sholmes:
To the bitter end, you understand. Do not falter, whatever may come to pass.
Ryunosuke:
(...I'm sure Mr Sholmes knew. He must have deduced that this would happen.) Yes, I'm here in court to advocate for my client. And to secure an acquittal.
Van Zieks:
Obviously.
Ryunosuke:
But that's not all. I believe that I have a duty to the court... ...to pursue the whole truth of the case until every last detail is laid bare!
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And that is why the defence calls for further testimony from Dr Sithe.
Sithe:
Testimony from me? About what?
Ryunosuke:
About the nature of your collaboration with Mr Enoch Drebber!
Sithe:
Hah! In case it's escaped your attention, I've already admitted to everything I did. The whole truth has already been revealed. So stop wasting everyone's time.
Ryunosuke:
Agh!
Sithe:
As His Lordship made very plain, your client will get the acquittal you wanted for him. There's simply no point protracting this business further with another tedious cross-examination.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
...Pray forgive my careless handling of that hallowed bottle. I slipped.
Ryunosuke:
(That's what you call it?)
Judge:
W-What is your objection, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
The prosecution... ...also calls for supplementary testimony from the witness.
Sithe:
Don't be stupid!
Van Zieks:
If there is more to this case than has yet come to light... ...then I will join my learned friend in pursuing the facts until the bitter end.
Sithe:
You'll what...?
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks...
Judge:
This is most irregular, to say the least. However, as the prosecution also calls for it, I will uphold the request. Dr Sithe, you will testify for the court... ...explaining the full extent of your involvement in the murder apparently committed by Mr Drebber.
Sithe:
I... ...Very well.
Witness Testimony
- The Waxwork Plot -
Sithe:
It all began at the scene when I saw the waxwork and the note tucked inside its jacket.
The actual body of the victim, as indicated in the note's instructions, was beneath the experimentation stage.
The body had to be 'arranged' in certain ways to implicate the defendant...which was my job.
I enlisted the help of the entire Forensic Investigation Team to dress the scene appropriately.
The truth about the execution ten years ago is a state secret of the highest level. I had to protect it.
Ryunosuke:
So I was right: the stage and the machine were all specially designed for the deception.
Sithe:
So it seems. And all meticulously prepared. You did well to see through it. You're a very shrewd boy.
Ryunosuke:
So kind of you to say...
Susato:
And what about this autopsy report, then?
Sithe:
All I did was record the location of the body as being in the Crystal Tower instead of under the stage.
Susato:
That's all...? That's a terrible corruption!
Sithe:
Only my team were aware of the deceit, and then only under my explicit instructions. Nobody else at Scotland Yard knew anything about it, I assure you.
Judge:
Hm...we must be thankful for small mercies, I suppose. Well, I believe that testimony has clarified everything. There's no particular need for a cross-examination, I would say...
Ryunosuke:
(No, I disagree. I can't shake the feeling that something's wrong. Just look at that expression on Dr Sithe's face.) It's the defence's right to cross-examine any witness following testimony!
Sithe:
Tsk! What is it about you Japanese that makes you all so doggedly persistent?
Judge:
Very well. If you so desire, Counsel, proceed with the cross-examination!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Waxwork Plot -
Sithe:
It all began at the scene when I saw the waxwork and the note tucked inside its jacket.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
From what you described before, it sounds like the note was anonymous. Did you have any idea of who was behind it?
Sithe:
There are very few people in the know about what really happened ten years ago to start with. But anyway, I'd never heard of this engineer. So no, I had no idea.
Ryunosuke:
Yet despite not knowing who was behind the plan, you went along with it?
Sithe:
I had no choice. Protecting the Professor secret was my only concern.
Van Zieks:
But the horse has bolted now. And the stable door will never shut again. Scotland Yard's reputation will be immeasurably damaged as a result of all this.
Sithe:
Yes, thank you, Lord van Zieks. I'm well aware of that.
Judge:
So, as I understand it, what you found in the birdcage was the waxwork model. Where, then, was the victim's body?
Sithe:
.........
Sithe:
The actual body of the victim, as indicated in the note's instructions, was beneath the experimentation stage.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you knew about the special construction of the stage used to carry out the trick, then?
Sithe:
It was quite obvious what had happened with the victim and the waxwork.
Ryunosuke:
And you switched the two over, didn't you? In other words... ...you recorded the victim's body as having been discovered in the Crystal Tower. And the waxwork...?
Sithe:
I wrapped it and sent it by carriage to the specified address at the specified time.
Ryunosuke:
And why were you given such directions?
Van Zieks:
Presumably so it could be recovered by Drebber and returned to Madame Tusspells.
Ryunosuke:
I see. And then you put the birdcage back on the experimentation stage?
Sithe:
Yes. Although someone obviously made a mistake about which cage should go where. I thought I'd made it perfectly clear to the team, but still...
Ryunosuke:
I suppose you were focused on the victim's body, that being a more important detail.
Sithe:
.........
Sithe:
The body had to be 'arranged' in certain ways to implicate the defendant...which was my job.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When you say 'arranged', I presume you mean with this?
Sithe:
Yes. The instructions in the engineer's note said something along the lines of: 'Fabricate some evidence to make it clear that Harebrayne alone could have killed Asman.'
Ryunosuke:
So...you mean that was your doing?
Sithe:
I fetched Harebrayne's ridiculous screwdriver from the stage... ...and took it with me - alone - to the 'abyss' under the stage where the birdcage had fallen.
Judge:
Alone, Doctor?
Sithe:
......... I didn't feel it would be appropriate to involve anybody else in that particular part of the deception.
There was a void under the stage where I found the birdcage lying in the dirt. I approached it, leaned down and slowly opened it up. Then I took the screwdriver in both hands... and plunged it into the man's chest!
Ryunosuke:
And then you noted that in your fake autopsy report... ...as a fictitious cause of death.
Sithe:
Exactly.
Van Zieks:
So the actual cause of death was...?
Sithe:
......... The trauma resulting from the thirty-foot drop.
Judge:
My word...
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Something about Dr Sithe's last statement... ...is playing on my mind, that's all.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...mine too. Dr Sithe!
Sithe:
There's really no need to shout. I can hear you perfectly well.
Ryunosuke:
The defence calls for you to add what you just said to your formal testimony!
Sithe:
Oh? Which part?
Ryunosuke:
(What I want her to supplement her testimony with is...)
The real cause of death
Ryunosuke:
The real cause of death being the fall of thirty feet! That part!
Sithe:
Fine, if that's what you want. Just stop yelling, please.
Van Zieks:
...The prosecution concurs.
Judge:
Very well. You will supplement your testimony now, witness.
Sithe:
If you wish, My Lord.
Adds statement "The actual cause of death was the neck trauma Asman suffered from the thirty-foot fall."
What she did to the victim
Ryunosuke:
How you stabbed Mr Asman in the chest! That part!
Sithe:
Fine, if that's what you want. But there's really no need to point.
Van Zieks:
...The prosecution...concurs.
Sithe:
.........
Judge:
Very well. You will supplement your testimony now, witness.
Sithe:
If you wish, My Lord.
Adds statement "I stood over the victim's corpse where it lay in the toppled cage and plunged the screwdriver into the chest."
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You mean what you did with this, correct?
Sithe:
I was merely carrying out the engineer's instructions. In his words: 'Fabricate some evidence to make it clear that Harebrayne alone could have killed Asman.'
Ryunosuke:
And so you went, without any of your team, to where Asman had fallen.
Sithe:
That's right, yes.
I leaned down over the birdcage and opened it up. Then I took the screwdriver in both hands... and plunged it into the man's chest!
After that, it was simply a matter of recording the stab wound as the cause of death on the autopsy report. The real cause of death being the fall, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(I'm sure there's something here in this testimony...)
Susato:
You know, if you think it would be appropriate... ...I'm sure you could ask Dr Sithe to change the supplementary testimony she gave before. 
Ryunosuke:
(Hm, what should I ask her to do with the statement she added?)
Have her change it (after adding statement "The actual cause of death was the neck trauma Asman suffered from the thirty-foot fall.")
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe, what you said before about what you did to the victim's body... I believe that may be significant, so could you change your supplementary statement to explain that instead?
Sithe:
...Very well.
Changes statement from "The actual cause of death was the neck trauma Asman suffered from the thirty-foot fall." to "I stood over the victim's corpse where it lay in the toppled cage and plunged the screwdriver into the chest."
Have her change it (after adding statement "I stood over the victim's corpse where it lay in the toppled cage and plunged the screwdriver into the chest.")
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe, what you said before about the real cause of death... I believe that may be significant, so could you change your supplementary statement to explain that instead?
Sithe:
...Very well.
Changes statement from "I stood over the victim's corpse where it lay in the toppled cage and plunged the screwdriver into the chest." to "The actual cause of death was the neck trauma Asman suffered from the thirty-foot fall."
Leave it as is
Ryunosuke:
I don't think there's any need to ask her to change it.
Susato:
Of course, I'm sure you're right.
Leads back to cross-examination
Sithe:
The actual cause of death was the neck trauma Asman suffered from the thirty-foot fall.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You're quite sure of that? It was as a result of a broken neck?
Sithe:
Yes. As a professional, that was more than apparent.
Susato:
You'd never know just by looking at the photograph of the victim though, would you?
Ryunosuke:
No, that's very true.
Sithe:
Obviously not. Which is precisely why coroners are needed to determine the actual facts.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, assuming they can be trusted.
Sithe:
.........
Van Zieks:
There's no point calling her assessment into question without evidence. Let's get back to the testimony.
Sithe:
...Very well.
Sithe:
I stood over the victim's corpse where it lay in the toppled cage and plunged the screwdriver into the chest.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So it was you who stabbed Asman with this!
Sithe:
Yes. Far easier than dissection, I assure you. No precision required.
Ryunosuke:
What a welcome change...
Sithe:
The victim died instantly from a snapped neck. All I did was carry out the instructions I'd been given.
Van Zieks:
As unflinchingly as ever, no doubt. I imagine you didn't bat an eyelid when you drove the weapon into his body.
Sithe:
There was no need to bat my eyelids.
Ryunosuke:
And what else did you do to twist the facts? Remind the court, why don't you?
Sithe:
...If you wish.
Present Photograph of the Victim
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"........."
Sithe:
I enlisted the help of the entire Forensic Investigation Team to dress the scene appropriately.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
The entire team? In perverting the course of justice?
Sithe:
......... My team consists of the very best investigators there are. I demand loyalty from all members. We operate on a code of chivalry of sorts.
Ryunosuke:
You aid and abet a murderer, commit perjury and dare to talk of chivalry?!
Sithe:
It was a matter of priorities.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Sithe:
Nothing was more important than protecting the secret of the Professor. My team did what was necessary without losing sight of the primary goal. I consider their conduct exemplary.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Susato:
Don't concede the point, Mr Naruhodo! You mustn't let her win!
Ryunosuke:
(I need a lawyer...)
Sithe:
I'll take that silence as tacit acceptance. Now...can we move on?
Sithe:
The truth about the execution ten years ago is a state secret of the highest level. I had to protect it.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But at what cost? Faith in Scotland Yard is going to suffer a terrible blow as a result of this.
Van Zieks:
And your precious secret is out now anyway.
Sithe:
......... Yes, as you say. And I take full responsibility.
Juror No. 6:
Blow me down... Dr Sithe!
Ryunosuke:
Surely there was some other way you could have protected the secret?
Sithe:
No, there really wasn't. I've done my utmost, believe me. In many ways, I respect your determination.
Ryunosuke:
Whew. I nearly froze under that cold stare as she said that.
Susato:
I do believe she was being genuine though, Mr Naruhodo.
Sithe:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(So that's her story...)
Susato:
She's admitted everything and revealed her full involvement in the crime. I do wonder if there could really be much more to it.
Ryunosuke:
Well, I don't know. But...I just have a feeling.
Susato:
Do you, Mr Naruhodo? The truth is, I find it strange, too. How those two are reacting to this in completely opposite ways, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, exactly. (For some reason, I feel sure they're still trying to hide something...)
Ryunosuke:
......... (I've got a nasty feeling... ...that this inconsistency points to an extremely uncomfortable truth!)
Judge:
What on earth is the matter, Counsel? Have you lost your tongue?
Ryunosuke:
I apologise, My Lord. Dr Sithe, in that last statement of yours, there's just one point... ...that seems to defy explanation.
Sithe:
...!
Van Zieks:
Out with it, my learned friend.
Ryunosuke:
There's an obvious inconsistency between your description and this photograph... ...which shows the victim in the birdcage following the events that led to his death.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
The court has already examined that photograph in depth. There's nothing new we can learn from it!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we have already considered it, that's true. But we now know the facts to be different!
Van Zieks:
What do you mean?
Judge:
I believe we should let the defence explain. Where in this photograph would we see the alleged inconsistency with the witness's statement?
Present stab wound
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Look closely at the bloodstain on the victim's chest."
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
The point that makes no sense is...
Van Zieks:
Is the one being made at this very moment by your index finger.
Ryunosuke:
...Huh?
Van Zieks;
Your roving eyes and wavering hand undermine the bold words you started with. And if you're looking for something that makes no sense, you're pointing the wrong way.
Susato:
Apparently the victim was lying dead in the birdcage when Dr Sithe stabbed him in the chest. That was the essence of her testimony.
Ryunosuke:
I know. And hearing that is when I thought, 'Got it!' But then somehow I lost my train of thought at the last moment and it turned into a 'not it'...
Susato:
Don't worry, Mr Naruhodo, I'm sure if you try again it will turn back into a 'got it'!
Leads back to:
"I believe we should let the defence explain."
Ryunosuke:
Look closely at the bloodstain on the victim's chest. It clearly extends in a downwards direction, towards the man's feet.
Judge:
And why is that significant, Counsel? If the victim was stabbed moments before the kinesis machine was set in motion, that's entirely expected... Aaaah! Of course, no, that's not what happened!
Ryunosuke:
Exactly, My Lord. Dr Sithe made it very clear in her testimony just now... ...that the point at which she stole Professor Harebrayne's screwdriver and stabbed the victim... ...was after the grand deception was set in motion, when the birdcage had fallen below the stage out of sight. From the shape of it, it's clear that the birdcage would have fallen on its side after the thirty-foot drop. And if the victim had really been stabbed whilst inside the birdcage in that position... ...the blood from the wound would have spread out equally in all directions. For it to have formed the longitudinal appearance we see in the picture...is inconceivable!
Sithe:
......... Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Given that the victim's blood seeped vertically downwards from the wound... ...it must be the case that when you stabbed Mr Asman... he was standing up. In short, Dr Sithe... ...your latest testimony was a total fabrication!
Sithe:
Agh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARH!
Ryunosuke:
(I knew it. I was right. Now I've identified that contradiction, there's only one way to explain the facts.) We've all been under a great misapprehension here.
Van Zieks:
What?! What sort of misapprehension?
Ryunosuke:
......... Dr Sithe...
Sithe:
...!
Ryunosuke:
You claim you were coerced into helping Mr Drebber as a result of the note he left in the waxwork. You claim that you made changes to the scene of the crime to implicate the defendant. And you claim that you authored a fake autopsy report to cover your tracks. But one of those claims is an out-and-out lie! Because the question of what the bloodstain really tells us...has only one possible answer!
Van Zieks:
If that is the case...what is it, man?!
Judge:
Counsel, you've clearly struck upon a revelation. Now tell the court what it is! Which part of Dr Sithe's story is shown to be a lie by the contradiction in her testimony?
How she was coerced
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe...clearly you weren't really coerced by some letter at all.
Sithe:
What?
Ryunosuke:
If you were, where is the note? It's nowhere to be seen!
Sithe:
Hmph. That's as may be.
Ryunosuke:
So why don't you present it to the court...if the assertion vexes you?!
Sithe:
Obviously I've already disposed of it. And I'm not vexed in the slightest.
Judge:
Counsel, need I remind you that it was you yourself who established the coercion?
Ryunosuke:
......... Ah!
Judge:
I'm afraid that little cry is insufficient recompense for such a blunder. I shall have to penalise you.
Van Zieks:
Feeling vexed, my Nipponese friend?
Ryunosuke:
Very... But there's no question that the coroner's testimony was built on a tremendous lie!
Leads back to:
"Which part of Dr Sithe's story is shown to be a lie by the contradiction in her testimony?"
The stabbing of the victim
Leads to:
"The answer is very simple if you consider the sequence of events."
The autopsy report
Ryunosuke:
You say that you examined the body and wrote this report based on your findings. But that's a blatant lie, isn't it?
Sithe:
......... I'm sorry, but I simply can't fathom what you're attempting to say.
Ryunosuke:
The truth is you had your subordinates do the work for you, and they authored the report! But then you wielded your superiority over them and claimed the credit for yourself! Can you honestly say that's not what happened?
Sithe:
Yes, I can honestly say that's not what happened.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well. Good. Glad to hear it.
Judge:
......... What on earth was the purpose of that exchange, Counsel?!
Van Zieks:
Will this farce never end?
Ryunosuke:
But there's no question that the coroner's testimony was built on a tremendous lie!
Leads back to:
"Which part of Dr Sithe's story is shown to be a lie by the contradiction in her testimony?"
Ryunosuke:
The answer is very simple if you consider the sequence of events. If, when the victim was stabbed, the blood from the wound seeped downwards, as it did... ...we can be sure that the victim must have been either sitting or standing upright at the time.
Van Zieks:
But as you rightly pointed out, the birdcage would have fallen on its side when it fell beneath the stage.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it would. Which tells us... ...that the victim must have been in that position of his own accord.
Van Zieks:
Van Zieks:
That's impossible! The man was dead, remember?
Ryunosuke:
No! That is the misapprehension! When the birdcage fell from the stage into the void below, it must have hit the ground with considerable force.
But Mr Asman didn't die in the fall. He probably lost consciousness for a while, but when he came round, he got to his feet to climb out of the cage... ...just as Dr Sithe appeared.
Sithe:
.........
Ryunosuke:
If the victim was in fact alive at that point in time... ...it changes everything.
Drebber:
Ah.........AAAAAAAAAAH!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Odie Asman's killer wasn't the defendant, Professor Albert Harebrayne. Nor was it the mastermind behind the stage trickery, Mr Enoch Drebber. It was you...Dr Courtney Sithe!
Sithe:
Grrr......... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Can, can this possibly be true?
Drebber:
Have you been taking me for a fool?! It was you, was it? You killed him?
Sithe:
.........
Ryunosuke:
You hoped that by admitting to being an accomplice in Mr Drebber's scheme, the trial would end... ...before you were accused of a far worse crime: Cold-blooded murder!
Sithe:
Oh do shut up! You're so desperate now, you're making all this up! As if I would do something like that!
Susato:
Objection!
Susato:
I assure you the defence is not desperate, Doctor! Mr Naruhodo has established the facts using evidence and logic alone!
Sithe:
Hah! Logic? Don't make me laugh. Sadly your 'logic' has a gaping hole in it!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? What do you mean?
Sithe:
Tsk! I'd have thought it was obvious. A motive, boy. You're lacking a motive. What possible reason would I have to kill Mr Asman?
Van Zieks:
Asman was involved in any number of criminal activities, from coercion to theft to murder... But there is no known connection to Dr Sithe there.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Hmmm... I'm rather relieved to say it does seem somewhat far-fetched.
Ryunosuke:
(True, there's no obvious motive. But there's still something in the back of my mind. I feel sure I've seen something somewhere that hints at why the coroner might have done this...)
Sithe:
Yes, I might have tampered with the crime scene and concocted a fake report. But murdering someone for no reason is a very different story!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
......... No, when you questioned what possible reason you could have for wanting to kill Mr Asman... ...something did come to mind.
Sithe:
What?
Judge:
What was it, Counsel? Enlighten the court at once!
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, we saw it yesterday, didn't we? Something that seemed strange, but we had no reason to suspect it at the time...) There's a particular object that explains why Dr Sithe would have wanted to kill Mr Asman!
The iron mask
Ryunosuke:
It's the iron mask.
Sithe:
......... You've lost me.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Susato:
Um, sorry, Mr Naruhodo, but why the iron mask?
Ryunosuke:
Well...of all the things I saw yesterday, it left the greatest impression, so...
Sithe:
Clearly you have no idea what you're talking about.
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (I think I must have said the wrong thing...)
Susato:
Forgive the interruption, Dr Sithe... ...but what my colleague meant to say was 'scalpels'. Perhaps that makes a little more sense to you?
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (Of course!)
Leads to:
"Did you say 'scalpels'?!"
Scalpels
Ryunosuke:
It's a scalpel. Or rather...scalpels.
Leads to:
"Did you say 'scalpels'?!"
The screwdriver
Ryunosuke:
It's the screwdriver! Or should I say 'Master Andrew'?
Sithe:
......... You've not making any sense.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Susato:
Um, sorry, Mr Naruhodo, but how is Professor Harebrayne's trusty tool related to the motive?
Ryunosuke:
I...can't really explain that myself actually...
Sithe:
Clearly you have no idea what you're talking about.
Ryunosuke:
Agh! (I think I must have said the wrong thing...)
Susato:
Forgive the interruption, Dr Sithe... ...but what my colleague meant to say was 'scalpels'. Perhaps that makes a little more sense to you?
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (Of course!)
Leads to:
"Did you say 'scalpels'?!"
Judge:
Did you say 'scalpels'?!
Sithe:
...Ah!
Ryunosuke:
It would appear that word has struck a chord, Doctor.
Sithe:
You... Come on, out with it!
Ryunosuke:
It was yesterday, when we visited your laboratory...
Ryunosuke:
Look at this big thick book here.
Susato:
Ah, it appears to be an accounting ledger. It's a record of the Forensic Investigation Team's spending, I think. ......... Oh...?
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Susato:
It's clear that the team purchases various equipment and supplies on a monthly basis, but... Well, one entry seems rather strange.
Ryunosuke:
Really? In what way?
Susato:
They're buying five hundred scalpels every month!
Sithe:
.........
Judge:
Five hundred scalpels...a month?!
Ryunosuke:
At first, I wondered what on earth you could be using that many scalpels for. But actually, I realise now it's not the scalpels themselves that are significant. It's the money for them...disappearing every month from the department's accounts!
Van Zieks:
Asman's criminal organisation relied heavily on extortion for its funding. Tracing the money from the Forensic Investigation Team's account to find out where it was going... ...would be extremely straightforward.
Sithe:
Ugh...uuugh...
Ryunosuke:
Ten years ago, when Mr Asman was still a journalist and wrote this article about Mr Drebber... ...he may well have stumbled upon information as he was researching the story. Information relating to Dr Sithe's darkest secret that he would use to rack money from her for the next decade.
Judge:
Her darkest secret? Good Lord! You mean...?
Ryunosuke:
I don't know what happened on the night of that execution ten years ago... ...but clearly the opportunity to rid yourself of that menace was too tempting to pass up.
Sithe:
.........
Ryunosuke:
So in the end, you weren't coerced at all, were you? You did it entirely of your own free will. You stabbed Mr Asman in the heart with all your might... ...to silence the blackmailer who knew your dark secret forever!
Sithe:
You'll never understand! None of you! What we've had to keep covered up all these long years...
Ryunosuke:
As very little of the machine remains after it was ripped apart by the bomb... ...the truth of this case can never be properly established unless you speak out.
Susato:
And if you decide not to... ...it's very possible that Courtney Sithe will escape punishment for her crimes. Please, sir...own up to what you've done and tell the court the truth about what happened!
Drebber:
.........
Van Zieks:
Ten years ago you told the truth...and you were robbed of a bright and successful future as a result. I can certainly understand your bitterness...and your consternation now. However... ...this is surely the chance you've been waiting for...to sever the hold that fate's had over you all these years.
Drebber:
......... Super-high-voltage instantaneous kinesis? I mean, really...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Drebber:
......... It's the addle-brained mock scientists that are the worst, you know. They don't recognise the fact that they don't have talent. They can't even get that right. And so they end up chasing impossible dreams, having unbridled faith in their abilities. They go on and on about their wonderful hypotheses, their stupid eyes shining like a little child's. They make me sick! I can't abide their foolishness!
Judge:
Careful, Mr Drebber.
Drebber:
......... I was particularly pleased with the kinesis machine. It made for quite a show, didn't it?
Van Zieks:
...!
Judge:
...!
Ryunosuke:
So you admit it? You admit that it was nothing more than a sham made for the purpose of killing the victim?
Drebber:
Yes, I admit it. I did it all...in the name of revenge.
Ryunosuke:
......... Revenge for the future that Mr Asman's article had deprived you of ten years earlier. But the revenge you sought didn't stop at Asman, did it?
Van Zieks:
Which is where that very particular waxwork comes in. Yes, I see...
Drebber:
.........
Susato:
The condemned convict that you saw rising from the grave in Lowgate Cemetery ten years ago... If your account of those events was all true...
Van Zieks:
...Then obviously Scotland Yard couldn't afford to acknowledge what had happened. Even if it meant discrediting a bright young man and crushing any future career he might have had.
Ryunosuke:
So your plan required that you abduct that particular waxwork model... ...in order to exact your revenge on Scotland Yard as well. Or on Dr Sithe, to be precise.
Drebber:
......... It was a year ago... By some extraordinary twist of fate, Asman turned up at my workshop. He didn't remember who I was, of course. He just wanted to employ my services as an engineer. And he happened to have a paper with him. An article on the front page caught my eye. About the coroner who'd handled that bogus autopsy being appointed head of a new forensic team. ...When I learnt that news...my cognitive processes started to devise the plan.
Susato:
What a horrid tale...
Drebber:
He robbed me of my future, so I wanted to use the man's own wiles against him...for revenge. And have that rotten Scotland Yard eating out of my hand at the same time. I wanted them all to suffer the same humiliation I'd had to suffer!
Ryunosuke:
Your actions against those who'd ruined your future were justified as revenge. At least, to yourself. Certainly, no one has the right to destroy another's prospects, especially for purely selfish gain. And yet... ...in carrying out your plan, you did exactly that to someone else, didn't you?
Drebber:
Did I...?
Ryunosuke:
Professor Harebrayne's only crime was passion for his hypothesis! But you had no compunction about sacrificing his future to effect your revenge. You knew that he would be forever branded a failure and a fraud.
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps life treated you unfairly ten years ago, and others' misconduct left your life in tatters. But remember this... ...your own actions...resulted in exactly the same thing for another perfectly innocent young man!
Drebber:
......... I... I... .........
Judge:
Lord van Zieks, what of Dr Sithe?
Van Zieks:
An immediate warrant for her arrest has been granted and she's been remanded in custody, My Lord. I presume she will face trial in the coming days, along with Mr Drebber.
Judge:
......... A most regrettable situation indeed... She's made great contributions to her profession over the years. It really is a hard truth to swallow. However...that is a topic for some future occasion. For now, Professor Harebrayne...
Harebrayne:
Oh, um...yes?
Judge:
It seems there was a great deal more to your experiment than you realised. However, I think we can assume now that all the sordid details have been brought to light. This has been a very long and profound trial, but I'm pleased to say...you are absolved of all guilt.
Harebrayne:
......... This whole experience has taught me a very great but painful lesson. I've, I've been... I mean, me, this dedicated scientist... This, this devotee of natural philosophy... I've been selfish and self-centred and above all...a fool.
Ryunosuke;
Professor...
Van Zieks:
.........
Harebrayne:
I've spent my life thinking of nothing but my research. Misguidedly believing that I could do whatever I set my mind to, despite my lack of talent. And the worst of it is, in the process, I've caused others pain and misery! Others who are far, far greater people than I...
Van Zieks:
No, Professor, that's not true.
Harebrayne:
Wha...?
Van Zieks:
Don't tar yourself with the same brush as Drebber. What happened was his doing and his alone. This outcome is his fate, not yours. ...You're not to blame in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
And the derision with which he referred to you earlier... Calling you a fool... Talentless, even...
Harebrayne:
.........
Van Zieks:
The man has no idea. To believe in yourself and work your fingers to the bone to realise your dreams... That's laudable, not laughable. No one has the right to deride another for such choices.
Harebrayne:
Oh... Thank you, Barok.
Judge:
So, ladies and gentlemen of the jury...
Juror No. 1:
Yes, My Lord?
Judge:
It is this court's expectation that you find the defendant not guilty of the charge of which he stands accused. I presume there are no objections?
Juror No. 1:
None from me, My Lord.
Juror No. 2:
Certainly not.
Juror No. 3:
This trial has really made me think. But...this is the right decision.
Juror No. 4:
It's all been proven methodically and rigorously. I have no misgivings whatsoever.
Juror No. 5:
Hm? What's that? Ee's done, is ee? It's all over?
Juror No. 6:
I don't know what's become of the Yard these days. I don't recognise the place.
Judge:
Very well. In that case, I hereby pronounce the defendant...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
Ryunosuke:
(It's over... ...That was some trial.)
24th October, 4:33 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
Professor! What a splendid outcome, isn't it?
Susato:
Oh, it is, it is! Congratulations, Professor Harebrayne!
Harebrayne:
......... Mr Naruhodo... Miss Susato... I am truly...truuuly... ...beside myself with gratitude! How can I ever thank you enough?!
Ryunosuke:
I'm just glad it's all been cleared up. That you realise you were just caught up in a bad situation.
Harebrayne:
AAAAAAH! Right now, you know...if I had that research grant money... AAAAAAH! I'd give the whole lot to you! Every penny!
Ryunosuke:
Well...that's very kind, but...I'm just a student, so...
Susato:
We don't need any financial reward. Your acquittal is more than enough.
Harebrayne:
Oh dear... Oh what can I do...? Aha! How about this? As a memento? The paper about my hypothesis is inside!
Ryunosuke:
...Well, just as a memento then. Thank you.
Susato:
I've been wondering, Professor... ...what are you going to do now?
Harebrayne:
Oh, oh my... Yes... What am I going to do? My hypothesis and my great machine lie in ruins... But still, it's been too long since I was last in London, so perhaps I'll enjoy some sightseeing. I must explore the Great Exhibition whilst I'm here, too, and see if new inspiration hits me.
Susato:
Oh yes, that's a wonderful idea, I-
???:
I can't allow that.
Ryunosuke:
L-Lord van Zieks! What are you doing in here?
Harebrayne:
Barok!
Van Zieks:
I'm sorry you had to go through that, Albert.
Harebrayne:
Well, if I'm honest...it, it was terrifying! You were like a great demon behind your bench there, snarling down on your prey!
Van Zieks:
......... You're one of the few true friends I have. I couldn't leave it to anybody else to handle the prosecution...or the defence.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? (Or the defence? Did, did I just hear that right?)
Harebrayne:
I always knew that you had my best interests at heart, don't worry. Ah, how about you show me around while I'm here in town? It's been a long time since we left university. We have a lot to catch up on.
Van Zieks:
......... Listen, Albert... ...in a few days, your acquittal will be made official. When that happens... ...you must head straight to Dover. I'll accompany you.
Harebrayne:
What?
Van Zieks:
From there, you'll cross the Channel and make your way back to Germany. I've already purchased the tickets.
Harebrayne:
But, but no! Hold on a minute, Barok! What about the Great Exhibition? This is the chance of a lifetime for me! I want to look around.
Van Zieks:
No, no sightseeing, Albert. Give up on the idea.
Harebrayne:
Ugh... S-Sometimes it's hard to see any warmth in those eyes, Barok...
Ryunosuke:
Um, Lord van Zieks... ...what's all this about?
Van Zieks:
A necessary precaution.
Susato:
Yes, I...think I understand.
Ryunosuke:
You do?
Susato:
Well, Iris told me that when you met Lord van Zieks at his office some days ago... ...he asked how Mr Natsume was doing.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right! I remember being surprised at the time... and thinking it was nice of him to ask.
Susato:
The point is...Mr Natsume is still alive and well! Even though it's been more than six months now since he stood trial with the Reaper as the prosecutor.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! You, you mean... ...the Reaper's influence doesn't stretch overseas?
Van Zieks:
Those in the Reaper's sights meet their ends days or sometimes months after their acquittal. That's been the pattern up to now.
Susato:
But of course, we know that both Mr Natsume and Gina were completely innocent.
Van Zieks:
......... True. And perhaps that governs the Reaper's actions. The truly innocent are spared. But I don't want to take any chances with a close personal friend.
Harebrayne:
B-B-Barok...
Van Zieks:
Like the moustached Nipponese...this man should leave the country without delay. That's why...I'm packing him off to Germany at once!
Ryunosuke:
R-Right... (Does your friend-shaped package get any say in it...?)
Susato:
Goodness! Was this your intention all along then, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(In court, where people think of him as the Reaper, this man seems absolutely merciless...and yet... ...sometimes I feel as though I don't understand him at all.)
Van Zieks:
It's time to go, Albert. Back to the prison for the time being.
Harebrayne:
Ah, yes, alright. Well then, Mr Naruhodo... ...thank you so much for everything!
Ryunosuke:
Not at all, Professor! It was a pleasure getting to know you!
Susato:
Best wishes, Professor Harebrayne.
Harebrayne:
Well, once the dust has settled...you MUST come and visit me in Germany! Anyway, goodbye for now!
Van Zieks:
Now, my Nipponese friend...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes? (I thought you'd gone too...)
Van Zieks:
...we have matters to discuss. Can you spare me some time?
Ryunosuke:
You want to talk with me?
Van Zieks:
I'll be waiting in the courtroom in ten minutes.
Ryunosuke:
(Well that was strange. For some reason I didn't get that sense of impending doom as he walked away this time. The enigma, Barok van Zieks... What does he want to discuss, I wonder? The answer awaits in the courtroom, I suppose. Here goes then...)
24th October, 4:58 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Van Zieks:
So, are you satisfied? You saved a guileless scientist from a great injustice.
Ryunosuke:
Um...yes! I think so. I'm relieved, at least, that the man's innocence could be proven.
Van Zieks:
......... Anyway... ...I imagine you've been wondering where my animosity towards you Nipponese comes from.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, at first I thought you just didn't like me. I imagined you saw me as a pretentious child from an unimportant land, who had no business being here. But now I think differently.
Van Zieks:
.........
Ryunosuke:
You clearly know our ways. So I would guess that some specific incident led to your thorough dislike of my race. Will you tell me what happened, please?
Van Zieks:
......... The Professor... I thought I'd never hear that name in this courtroom again, to be honest.
Susato:
He, he took your brother's life...
Van Zieks:
Klint. My brother was Klint van Zieks. Sixteen years ago, when I was still just in my teens... ...he was already the Director of Prosecutions, and a key member of the judiciary. I looked up to him. He was everything I aspired to be.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
He was involved in the establishment of justice systems in foreign countries, as well. There were exchange programmes between Britain and other nations then too, to share knowledge and ideas. As part of one of those programmes... ...three judicial students came to Britain from your homeland, the Empire of Japan.
Susato:
Oh! If it was sixteen years ago, then...one of them could have been my father...
Van Zieks:
Of course, I remember Doctor Mikotoba well.
Susato:
I had no idea...
Van Zieks:
I was a minor at the time, training at the Prosecutor's Office. One day Klint introduced me to the three visiting Nipponese.
Susato:
So...you've actually met my father...
Van Zieks:
He and his colleagues were polite and amicable. They were adept at their work and exacting in their standards. It was my first encounter with the Nipponese spirit, and it made a very great impression upon me. But six years later... That's when it happened. The investigation was going nowhere. There were no suspects, even. Just an ever-growing list of victims. And in the end...my brother became one of them. The last in fact, before the case was finally resolved.
Ryunosuke:
I'm so sorry, Lord van Zieks. Truly...
Van Zieks:
Klint was always ready to put his life on the line for justice anyway. So he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He lost his life to the killer, but it was his victory in the end. For me personally, though, it was a great loss. I found myself in a very dark place indeed.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Van Zieks:
When I finally found out the killer's identity... ...the reason why no one had been able to catch the man sooner ceased to be such a mystery. He'd been hiding in plain sight all the time.
Ryunosuke:
In plain sight?
Van Zieks:
Are you aware of political events ten years ago? It was a period of extremely sensitive diplomacy between the British and Japanese empires.
Ryunosuke:
A new treaty was being forged, I think?
Van Zieks:
Correct. The Anglo-Japanese Treaty of Friendship and Navigation was being concluded. The leaders of both countries were deep in extensive political discussions. Which is why this particular killer's appearance in court was conducted as a closed trial. If the British public had known the identity of the killer... ...not only would the treaty have been in jeopardy...but our two nations could very well have ended up at war.
Ryunosuke:
What?! A, a war...between Britain and Japan?
Susato:
But that would mean... Oh my! You mean to say the Professor was...
Rendered dialogue
Van Zieks:
When the trial reached its conclusion earlier, I thought to myself, 'Yes, it's time.' Time for you to come face to face with this hideous monster.
Ryunosuke:
Eh?
Van Zieks:
I borrowed the key for the mask from the proprietress of the waxwork museum. So see for yourselves now. Confirm it with your own eyes: the truth that's been hidden this past decade.
Ryunosuke:
Th...That's the Professor?!
Van Zieks:
Yes...that's him.
Ryunosuke:
...Until now...the thought never even crossed my mind... ...that the mass murderer whose crimes shook Britain as never before... ...was Japanese!
Susato:
W-Wait a minute! That face... I feel as though...I've seen it somewhere... It's strangely familiar...
???:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Ryunosuke:
...!
???:
Fa... Father...
Ryunosuke:
...! Wha...? 'Father'? Kazuma! (My best friend, Kazuma Asogi... After a whole year... finally, his memories returned... ...as he stood there before me...)
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke...
Ryunosuke:
Hello again... ...my friend.
Susato:
Kazuma-sama!
Kazuma:
Judicial Assistant Mikotoba... ...it's been a very long road. Thank you. Thank you for guiding my friend here when I could not.
Susato:
It...it was an honour.
Ryunosuke:
I knew you wouldn't die that easily, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
...I owe you thanks, too. ...for taking good care of that in my absence.
Ryunosuke:
Hm? ...Oh! (Karuma, the great blade of the Asogi clan, passed down through the generations... When we left Japan, this sword was at my friend's side. A Japanese man's katana is his soul. And he couldn't be parted from it. But then, when the incident happened... ...it was Susato-san's wish that I inherit the sword. And I've kept it with me ever since...along with my memories of the friendship we shared.) With this by my side, I always felt that you were watching over me somehow.
Kazuma:
I've made it at last...Father.
Ryunosuke:
Are you saying...? Surely not! You mean...y-you knew all this time?! (I'm looking at it, but I still can't believe it... This mass murderer...is Kazuma's father!)
Susato:
K-Kazuma-sama...
Kazuma:
......... Ryunosuke... ...we have much to talk about, but now is not the time. ...I'll be seeing you.
Ryunosuke:
That's all Kazuma said... ...before he turned and left us there in the courtroom.
Van Zieks:
So he's the living 'afterimage' of the man who took my brother's life, is he?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Kazuma Asogi. My best friend.
Van Zieks:
Three months ago, when Lord Stronghart introduced us... ...I had an inkling there was something there. Some connection.
Ryunosuke:
(But why did Lord Stronghart do that? Why did he make Kazuma Lord van Zieks's apprentice? And when he was suffering amnesia, too...)
Van Zieks:
The man was apprehended... Even executed... ...but his legacy just won't die. That's the sad truth. Anyway, that's all I had to say. I thank you for meeting with me as I asked.
Susato:
Ten years ago... ...my grandmother took me to the railway station. We were there to meet my father from the train. For me... ...it was the first time I'd ever seen him.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Susato-san. All this is tied up with painful memories for her, too. She's never talked about this with me before, though...)
Susato:
It took time to adjust to having Father around. But just when I was starting to get used to it... ...he called me into his study one day. He told me that a great friend of his had passed away in London. And that the friend had left behind a son. A boy, seven years my senior. Father told me the boy had made a promise to his late father... ...so he was studying to become a defence lawyer.
I wanted to help, so... ...I studied to become a qualified judicial assistant. ......... As I'm sure you've worked out... ...that young man's name... ...was Kazuma Asogi. So you see...that's how he and I met.
For a brief moment, my great friend had returned... only to disappear again all too soon. But in that fleeting encounter, something stirred. Something that had been dormant for a long time. As if great wheels had been set in motion. I could almost hear them creaking into life. In some ways, it was the end of a chapter. But in many, it was the start of a new one.
End
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Surely something about that last statement seems odd, doesn't it?
Judge:
Would you care to mull over precisely what you find odd about it on your return journey to Japan?
Ryunosuke:
...I wouldn't be back to give the court an answer for about four months, though.
Judge:
Rest assured, we should be happy to carry proceedings forward in your absence, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(He sounds serious! I have to prove my worth before he really does send me back home!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That last statement would seem to be at odds somehow with the evidence!
Judge:
It is your task, Counsel, to explain the 'somehows' to the court, not the other way around.
Ryunosuke:
...It just seems to jar, though. Don't you think?
Judge:
What I think, is that this whole exchange has been extremely jarring, yes.
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps I need to reconsider this...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The defence would have to object to that last statement, My Lord!
Judge:
And I would have to overrule your objection, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
The defence...would have to accept the penalty given.
Judge:
Glad to hear it. And you would also have to think again, hm?
Pursue Juror No. 1 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say about that, juror number one?
Juror No. 1:
Hm?
Ryunosuke:
Did something about that last remark strike a chord with you?
Juror No. 1:
Do you think I'd be reading the paper like this if it did?
Ryunosuke:
Pardon?
Juror No. 1:
'You see, but you do not observe, Wilson.' ...Words of a famous detective, those. Perhaps if you did a little more observing, we could save us all some time.
Ryunosuke:
(Believe me, I've seen that detective observing things, and it doesn't save anyone any time.)
Pursue Juror No. 2 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Has that given you pause for thought, juror number two?
Juror No. 2:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Madam!
Juror No. 2:
Oh, I do apologise. I was quite lost in thought for a moment there.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I noticed. Clearly something about what was just said made an impression on you.
Juror No. 2:
Oh golly, I'm afraid you misunderstand. I was thinking about this evening's menu.
Ryunosuke:
Menu?
Juror No. 2:
That's right. My dear Daley will be ravenous by the time I'm home.
Ryunosuke:
Well for starters, perhaps you could listen to what's being said here in the courtroom?
Van Zieks:
...And perhaps if what you set before the jurors was more appetising, you'd keep their attention better.
Pursue Juror No. 3 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Something you'd like to say, juror number three?
Juror No. 3:
Please...draw a card. Any card, but do not show me.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
Juror No. 3:
I will astound you by telling you the card you have taken.
Ryunosuke:
......... Sorry, but my arms don't magically extend, actually.
Juror No. 3:
Then how about this?!
Ryunosuke:
What would really surprise me is if you would focus on the proceedings.
Pursue Juror No. 4 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say, juror number four?!
Juror No. 4:
Have I observed any interesting reactions, is that what you're asking?
Ryunosuke:
W-What made you say that?!
Juror No. 4:
Science is all about making observations and drawing conclusions, young man. And I've drawn plenty about you.
Ryunosuke:
You have...?
Juror No. 4:
At any moment, some catalyst is likely to make you explode with a cry of 'Objection!'
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not that much of an unstable substance.
Pursue Juror No. 5 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to say to that, juror number five?
Juror No. 5:
......... I love a good bit of corn, me.
Ryunosuke:
You don't say.
Juror No. 5:
But what I really love more than anythin' is bitin' into a fresh radish.
Ryunosuke:
But then...why the corn?
Juror No. 5:
I forgot 'im at home...
Van Zieks:
A lesson...in life. There may well be more to people than meets the eye.
Ryunosuke:
I'm really not sure that applies here.
Pursue Juror No. 6 incorrectly during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Did something about that strike a chord, sir?!
Juror No. 6:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Juror number six!
Juror No. 6:
.........
Juror No. 5:
...Don't suppose I could 'elp, could I? Always enjoy a natter, me.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Well this is new.) Perhaps you could wake up the policeman next to you?
Juror No. 5:
Ar, no problem. I'll do it dreckly. Just get through some more o' this first.
Pit incorrect juror statements during summation examination
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Those two statements are fundamentally at odds with one another! Well, Mr Foreman?
Juror No. 1:
...Ah, there's to be a new Herlock Sholmes adventure published next month, by the looks...
Ryunosuke:
My, My Lord! The foreman of the jury isn't listening!
Judge:
Is that so? Well, I shall have to reserve myself a copy at the local newsagent, in that case.
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato, no one is listening to what I'm saying...
Susato:
Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to have a rethink then, Mr Naruhodo?
Van Zieks:
Fear not, my learned friend. I heard every sorry word.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... It sounds like I'm on the wrong track here. I'd better think again.)
Pursue Enoch Drebber incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber! Is something wrong?
Drebber:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr Drebber!
Drebber:
.........
Susato:
It would appear his only answer is that rather bewitching mechanical wiggle.
Ryunosuke:
...He could have just said no.
Pursue Courtney Sithe incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Dr Sithe!
Sithe:
What?
Ryunosuke:
You were clearly just lost in thought about something!
Sithe:
......... Your jet-black Japanese hair.
Ryunosuke:
Pardon?
Sithe:
It made me wonder if perhaps your head was filled with equally jet-black Indian ink. And that the only way to know for sure, would be to cut your head open and see. That's what I was thinking.
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, mental note in black sumi ink: never pursue Dr Sithe again.)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! You mustn't be intimidated!
Pursue Esmeralda Tusspells incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Madame Tusspells!
Tusspells:
Oui?
Ryunosuke:
Is there something about that last statement that you'd like to remark on?
Tusspells:
I am afraid to say that I am rather whimsical at heart.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really?
Tusspells:
So when something bothers me, I pour hot wax over it first and think about it afterwards.
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps a less...well, deadly approach might be worth considering?
Too many penalties
Judge:
Thank you, Counsel, that will do.
Ryunosuke:
But, but, My Lord, wait! The defence is still in the process of establishing its argument...
Judge:
No further analysis is necessary, I feel. As such, I shall be requesting the final decisions of the members of the jury.
Juror No. 1:
It's been an honour to serve, My Lord. And we know exactly what we think now. Guilty!
Juror No. 2:
Guilty!
Juror No. 3:
Guilty!
Juror No. 4:
Guilty!
Juror No. 5:
Guilty!
Juror No. 6:
Guilty!
Judge:
Mr Albert Harebrayne, in accordance with the findings of this court, I pronounce you...
Guilty
Judge:
I applaud the jurors for doing their civic duty and for finding a swift resolution to this matter. That is all. Court is adjourned!
The Rite of Turnabout
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Episode 3The Rite of Turnabout
Anime cutscene
Warden:
Wakey, wakey, 201. We've got some more questions.
Sound the alarm! Prisoner 201's escaped!
Rebel 1:
Well, you know, with Datz back on the streets, things'll be on the up and up for us.
Rebel 2:
Keep your voice down! You WANT that rebel hunter to find us or something?
Rebel 1:
Come on. We're small fries compared to--
Aaaagggh!
May 9, 3:30 PMTehm'pul Temple
Phoenix:
Ahh... Another fine day in the Kingdom of Khura'in. ..................... It's so peaceful here... (I can't believe it's been two weeks already, but... ...this place is really starting to grow on me. Still...)
Phoenix:
(It sure was a rough start. Now, to do what I came here to do: To see Maya! Her long ascetic training is finally coming to an end. But before it does, she said something about one last rite she has to perform today.)
???:
Mr. Wright!
Ahlbi:
Hap'piraki!
Phoenix:
Hey, Ahlbi. Hap'piraki.
Ahlbi:
Oh, you've mastered the traditional greeting of Khura'in!
Phoenix:
I-I don't know about that... (But I guess all that practicing is paying off!)
Ahlbi:
Have you gotten used to life at the temple?
Phoenix:
I'm grateful they're letting me stay here, but the mornings start a little too early for me.
Ahlbi:
Ha ha ha! Yes, well, morning prayers do begin at dawn! After all, you can never pray too much! Daily devotion is very important here in Khura'in!
Phoenix:
Hats off to you guys. I don't know how you do it.
Ahlbi:
And today's a special day, full of even more prayer than usual! There's nothing better in this world than being able to pray to your heart's content!
Phoenix:
(I... can think of a few things I'd rather do...) So, what makes today so special anyway?
Ahlbi:
You mean you don't know?! Today's the Purification Rite! It's only performed once a year!
Phoenix:
(That's what Maya must've been talking about on the phone yesterday. I wonder what her role in it is...) ...So, what exactly is Maya going to be doing for this "Purification Rite"?
Ahlbi:
What?! Didn't she tell you?! She's playing the role of Lady Kee'ra! It's only the most important part of the entire rite! It's unprecedented to have a foreigner play such a key role!
Phoenix:
Wow, that's really something.
Ahlbi:
It really is! Helping out such an amazing person... ...has been the greatest honor of this humble tour guide's life!
Phoenix:
So, who is this "Lady Kee'ra" you mentioned?
Ahlbi:
Allow me to explain! Once upon a time, hundreds upon hundreds of years ago... ...there lived a female warrior who fought valiantly to establish the Kingdom of Khura'in.
Phoenix:
Let me stop you right there!
Ahlbi:
...Is something wrong?
Phoenix:
No, it's just... I get the feeling I'm in for a really long story.
Ahlbi:
Yeah... I'd say it normally takes around two hours to tell.
Phoenix:
(Whew, dodged a bullet there.)
Ahlbi:
...Oh, right! You're supposed to finally see Miss Maya today! The story can wait, then. In the meantime, you can read up on the rite with this!
Phoenix:
An English guidebook? Where did you dig this up from?
Ahlbi:
I found it just lying there in the temple library. I figured no one's using it, so I borrowed it!
Phoenix:
Hm? Hey! This book belongs to Maya. See, there's her name on the back. Guess there's no harm in keeping this for a while, then.
Rites Guide added to the Court Record.
Ahlbi:
Miss Maya should already be at the site where the rite is to take place. Let's go! ...To the Plaza of Devotion!
Phoenix:
(I wonder if Maya's matured any since I last saw her.)
Ahlbi:
It's on a mountaintop, so it might get a little cold, though!
Phoenix:
I think I can handle it.
Examine
Temple
Phoenix:
(I should offer a prayer now and then since they're letting me stay here. Hmm, let's see... May there be a slightly softer futon tonight. And may tomorrow's breakfast be a little bigger.)
Ahlbi:
I'm impressed by your prayerful heart! Prayer is at the heart of Khura'inism, after all. May the Holy Mother's blessings be upon you!
Phoenix:
Oh, uh... (Now I feel kinda bad...)
Buildings
Phoenix:
What are those buildings over there?
Ahlbi:
Those are training halls. Monks continuously undergo rigorous training there, day in and day out.  ...You could try it out for a day if you'd like. They do really interesting stuff -- like meditating while standing on their heads!
Phoenix:
Th-That's REALLY okay, Ahlbi! Thanks!
Water
Phoenix:
This is a really gorgeous spring.
Ahlbi:
You have an excellent eye for beauty, sir! This is the Guiding Waters -- the centerpiece of our temple tour! It's a sacred pathway for people's mitamah, so don't ever wade into it.
Phoenix:
Why? What would happen if I did?
Ahlbi:
I-I don't think we should even be talking about this. Just don't go in it, okay?!
Phoenix:
(What's the worst that could happen...? (B-But we're okay for now, right...? As long as we stay out of the water?)
Talk
Any ideas?
Ahlbi:
There have been a lot more tourists this year than last.
Phoenix:
Then your tour guide business must be booming.
Ahlbi:
It is! But I have more important things to do right now! Namely... helping you, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: 
(I think I'll tip him a little extra for his help later...)
What to do
Ahlbi:
Let's head over to where the Purification Rite will be held.
Phoenix:
What sort of rite is it?
Ahlbi:
Umm... We'd wind up missing a whole day of the rite if I were to explain it...
Phoenix:
In that case, I think I'll just go see it for myself...
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ahlbi:
Wooow! What a beautiful badge!
Phoenix:
It's the attorney's badge we use in my country.
Ahlbi:
It kind of looks like a sunflower to me.
Phoenix:
Yep, and I'm pretty sure there's even a reason for it.
Ahlbi:
Please do explain, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
M-Maybe next time. (I should've known he'd ask me to explain...)
Anything else
Ahlbi:
Is this... some sort of new tourist souvenir?!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but no.
Ahlbi:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Sorry to be such a disappointment...
May 9Plaza of Devotion
Phoenix:
Brrr... I-I-It's s-s-so c-c-cold... (It's like the air itself is made of ice.) But look at all these people...
Ahlbi:
Well, this IS the day we come to offer prayers to Lady Kee'ra, the protector of our land. It's amazing to see how devoted everyone is!
Phoenix:
Devoted... Right... But couldn't they just as easily do all this praying someplace warmer?
Ahlbi:
This, too, is a part of our religious training! It helps us build strength of spirit and willpower! Further up, at the end of those stairs, is the Inner Sanctum.
Phoenix:
I see... Everyone I've met so far seems deeply religious.
Ahlbi:
Of course we are! After all, Khura'in is also known as the Land of Prayer. It's said that we Khura'inese spend an average of fifteen hours a day in prayer.
Phoenix:
What?! F-Fifteen...?!
Ahlbi:
From the moment we wake, to the moment we fall asleep, our hearts are always in prayer. You see all the square flags around here? They're known as prayer flags. They contain the prayers of our people!
Phoenix:
(Oh, he's talking about these colorful strips of cloth. There's something written on each one.)
Ahlbi:
Such piety is the glory of our people, and...
Phoenix:
I-I'm afraid that story's going to have to wait for another time, Ahlbi... Maya should be here any minute now.
Ahlbi:
...Oh, yeah, you're right! I can't wait to see Miss Maya again.
???:
...Pardon me, O noble traveler.
Anime cutscene
???:
How do you fare, Mr. Wright? It's been many a day.
Phoenix:
A-And, uh, who might you be? M-Maya?!
Ahlbi:
Miss Maya! Hap'piraki!
Maya:
Hap'piraki, Ahlbi. And you, Mr. Wright... May the Holy Mother guide you on your journey.
Phoenix:
.........Oh, um, thanks.
Maya:
...Hee hee! Long time no see, Nick! Well? Well? Did I surprise you with my act?!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, you can say that again. (This is Maya Fey. She's a spirit medium from Kurain Village back home. She was also my assistant for quite some time. ...But that was many years ago. Her ability to channel spirits saved me more times than I can count.)
Maya:
I sure miss those days. It was a ton of fun being the REAL boss of Wright & Co. Law Offices!
Phoenix:
(Now she's here, training to be the leader of Kurain Village and the master of her craft. Apparently, to become the master of the Kurain Channeling Technique... ...you have to train here in Khura'in, since this is where the technique originated.)
Maya:
Didn't I sound just like a pious nun when you saw me just now?! Too bad that's about all I learned from all the training I did.
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. You haven't changed a bit, Maya.
Maya:
Huh? And what's THAT supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
(She may look a little more mature on the outside, but inside, she's the same old Maya. ...I'm actually kind of glad for that.)
Examine
Flags
Phoenix:
(Ahlbi said these are called prayer flags. And the prayers written on them are carried throughout the kingdom by the wind. Now, if I were to pray for something... ...it would be for me to not get dragged into any more trouble than I already have been.)
Gate
Phoenix:
What a magnificent gate. You can tell it leads to someplace sacred like the Inner Sanctum.
Maya:
Sadly,  only holy people are allowed through there. And here I am, hoping to show you just how amazing I've become during the rite today. All of that spiritual power I built up during my training is going to rush out like a raging river!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah... Just try not to overdo it, okay?
Worshippers
Phoenix:
Wow... No one's moved a muscle.
Ahlbi: Those people will stay in that position and pray for two days straight, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Two days straight?
Maya:
Glad I'm not them! AND that I get to be Lady Kee'ra!
Phoenix:
(M-Maya...! Don't be rude!)
Maya:
You just hang in there, Nick. It's only two days, after all!
Phoenix:
I don't recall signing up for this part of the tour...
Maya:
You know what they say: "When in Rome"!
Phoenix:
(Now I understand the saying, "There's no place like home.")
Talk
Maya
Maya:
I heard what happened, Nick! You ended up in court almost as soon as you got off the plane, huh.
Phoenix:
Yeah well, it's kind of a long story.
Ahlbi:
I was the accused! But you should've seen Mr. Wright in action! He was amazing!
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha ha ha...
Maya:
Hmm... I bet it was another one of your famous seat- of-your-pants, come-from-behind wins, huh.
Ahlbi:
W-Well... I WAS almost found guilty any number of times.
Phoenix:
(Okay, so it wasn't my finest hour. So sue me.)
Maya:
You haven't changed a bit, either, Nick.
Phoenix:
(Ouch. It definitely stings more when it's coming from her...) So, I guess you've finished the bulk of the training needed to become the master, right?
Maya:
Oh, you mean the "Special Meditation Course for Increasing Spiritual Power"? Yep! I've completed the full two years! I can finally go home once I perform the Purification Rite today!
Phoenix:
Actually, I was wondering why they're having a foreigner conduct one of their sacred rites.
Maya:
Well, the high priest's wife usually conducts it each year... ...but with her baby on the way, it's just more than she could handle. So the high priest practically begged me to stand in for her this year.
Phoenix:
Well, you may not know all of their customs, but with your training, I'm sure you'll do great.
Maya:
You bet! Just you watch, Nick! I'm going to be the best Lady Kee'ra: Guardian Diety ever!
Phoenix:
I'd better throw in a few prayers for things to not end in a flaming disaster, then.
Guardian deity (appears after Maya)
Phoenix:
So about that guardian deity you'll be portraying today... What exactly are we talking about here?
Maya:
Well, first of all, Lady Kee'ra isn't really a deity in the way we think of them back home. She's a real person who fought to establish the Kingdom of Khura'in a long, long time ago.
Phoenix:
(Wow, so she actually existed.)
Maya:
And now the kingdom's people worship her as a guardian deity. They believe she appears to protect the kingdom whenever it's in danger. Cloaked in a sacred robe, she's a champion of justice who defeats the kingdom's enemies!
Phoenix:
That sounds like something you'd be into.
Maya:
I know, right?! Who wouldn't want to be a kick-butt warrior who takes on evil with a wicked dagger?
Phoenix:
R-Right... Whatever floats your boat. Still, Lady Kee'ra must really be a popular deity if all these people are here for her.
Maya:
Yep. But there's more to it than just her popularity this year!
Phoenix:
(There's more?)
The rite's popularity (appears after Guardian deity)
Phoenix:
So, why's this rite attracting such a large crowd this year?
Maya:
Because there's been actual sightings. You know, of the real deal.
Ahlbi:
Allow me to explain! A mysterious figure clad in Lady Kee'ra's robes appeared, just like in the legends. And she began capturing members of the Defiant Dragons right and left!
Phoenix:
Y-You're kidding, right?
Ahlbi:
They say it's only a matter of time till she gets their leader, the revolutionary Dhurke, too! 
Phoenix:
(So Lady Kee'ra's a rebel hunter  now, huh...) It's a bit hard to swallow though. I mean, even if they are trying to disrupt the peace... ...I doubt the actions of a band of rebels can bring a legendary figure back to life.
Maya:
I didn't believe it at first, either. But there's a real picture of her on the front page of today's newspaper! Sightings of her go back about two years... ...but this is the first actual picture of her to ever be taken!
Phoenix:
(I can't believe someone was able to actually capture her on film...) But couldn't this just be some Lady Kee'ra fan? You know, like you, Maya?
Maya:
You mean like a cosplayer? Those rebels are no joke, Nick! They're trained in hand-to-hand combat and stuff! You think some regular cosplayer can take on people like that dressed in a costume, alone? That's why she HAS to be the real deal! It gives me chills just thinking about it! I bet Lady Kee'ra's spirit possessed the sacred robe or something!
Phoenix:
A spirit possessing a piece of clothing...? Umm... Maybe you should cut back on all those action-superhero shows, Maya.
Maya: Hey! What's that supposed to mean?! You're just jealous that I'm still young at heart! "I've got a real office to run now, so I've gotta keep it real," right?
Phoenix:
(I don't know who you're talking about, but that's definitely not me.)
Maya:
*sigh* You've really lost your edge since I last saw you. Those spikes of yours have grown really dull... and there's even one that's drooping!
Phoenix:
...Can we leave my hair out of this?
Maya:
Anyway! I swear that the Lady Kee'ra people have been spotting is the REAL DEAL! Besides, it's just so much more fun to believe it's true, you know?
Phoenix:
I can't believe you really buy all that...  (Although... I wonder who's under that robe.) 
May 9th Newspaper added to the Court Record.
Ahlbi:
But, Mr. Wright! She's the talk of the town! She even gave me this great new food idea! It's gonna be like a soul bun, but based on Lady Kee'ra! I'm calling it the "Kee'ra Bun"!
Phoenix:
T-Talk about a "Kee'ra" business strategy... Come on, Maya. Just admit it's you running around dressed as Lady Kee'ra already.
Maya:
! .................. Hee hee hee hee hee hee. I guess the jig is up!
Ahlbi:
What?! I-Is it really true, Miss Maya?!
Maya:
Indeed! It is I... Lady Kee'ra! After hundreds of years, I have returned in this lovely young lady's body!
Ahlbi:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Maya:
Only a minion of the Defiant Dragons could see through my disguise! Now... feel my wrath, foul lawyer! Hi-yah!
Phoenix:
OWWW!
Ahlbi:
M-Mr. Wright!
Maya:
...Just kidding! I mean, come on. I may be dressing up as Lady Kee'ra for the rite today... ...but there's no way I could ever beat up one of those rebel-types!
Phoenix:
(I don't know... That was a pretty solid left hook she just threw.)
Ahlbi:
O-Oh! You were just trying to be funny! You really had me going there for a second!
Phoenix:
(No one can be THAT naïve, right...?) Well, I hope you enjoy playing superhero at the rite today.
Maya:
Ooh, when you put it that way! I'm even more hyped about it now than I was already!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
Oh, hey! Congrats on getting your badge back, Nick! 
Phoenix:
Thanks, Maya.
Maya:
Now you can go back to a life of bold-facedly bluffing the day away, everyday!
Phoenix:
That's...  not exactly why I returned to the courtroom, you know...
Rites Guide
Maya:
Hey! That's mine!
Phoenix:
Well, it was just sitting there in the temple's library, so Ahlbi sorta checked it out for me.
Maya:
Hope it comes in handy, then! Oh, and by the way... the Maya Library of Guidebooks has a $2-a-day "donation" policy.
Phoenix: ...I guess Ahlbi's entrepreneurial spirit is contagious.
*jangle* *jangle*
Maya:
Oh, I hear the sound of the high priest's footsteps. I'd better get going.
Phoenix:
His footsteps?
Maya:
During the rite, he wears these really big bells on his ankles. That way I know he's coming. Pretty handy, right? Well, see you later!
Phoenix:
(I doubt they're actually meant to be a "stop slacking" warning system for you, Maya...)
Ahlbi:
Miss Maya is always so bright and cheerful!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I'm glad to see she hasn't changed. (As in, at all... I wonder if this means her training's been all for naught... I hope not.)
Ahlbi:
Ah, it's Acolyte Zeh'lot.
Phoenix:
Acolyte Zeh'lot...?
Ahlbi:
Look, he's the one praying in the red and saffron robe. He's a disciple of the high priest, Abbot Inmee, and lives and trains at his house. See how he prays in the cold without moving a muscle? 
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I could never do that...
Ahlbi:
Ah, it's Abbot Inmee! The Purification Rite is about to begin! 
Phoenix: So that's the sacred robe Maya will be wearing during the rite. It looks almost exactly like what that figure in the newspaper photo was wearing. (Whoever it is must've worked really hard to copy it.)
Ahlbi:
Please, sir,  it's not a good idea to stare like that. You could be struck blind!
Phoenix:
Just give me a few more seconds. I mean, this isn't something you see every day... ...Oh, those bells on the high priest's ankles... they're a lot bigger than I thought they'd be.
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright! It's time to enter the prayer pose like everyone else. Those who don't will suffer the wrath of the Holy Mother!
Phoenix:
Okay, let's see... First, I kneel down and cross my ankles, and then I bow forward... Youch! Great... Now all I can see is the ground, and my back is killing me!
Ahlbi:
You really should have trained for this, sir...
Phoenix:
W-Wait a sec... How long are we supposed to stay like this, Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
The rite requires that we stay like this... until the day after tomorrow.
Phoenix:
Th-That's two whole days! Nngh... I don't feel so...
Ahlbi:
M-Mr. Wright! Are you okay, sir?! S-Somebody, heeelp!
???:
...ster... Wri... Mist... ...ight? Mister Wright! Please, you have to get up!
Phoenix:
Ugh... Ouch, my aching...! ...Hm? Where are we?
Ahlbi:
The high priest's house at the foot of the Plaza of Devotion!
Phoenix:
(I guess I passed out from that back pain. They must've carried me all the way here.)
Ahlbi:
Something terrible's happened! It's Miss Maya! She's... She's... Ooh, justfollow me to the Plaza of Devotion!
Phoenix:
(Something must've happened while I was passed out.)
Ahlbi: Miss Maya's... She's been arrested!
Phoenix:
Wh-What?!
May 10, 8:00 AMPlaza of Devotion
Phoenix:
*huff* *puff* (Where's Maya?)
Policeman:
Just take it easy, all right!
Maya:
B-But I'm telling you! I-I... I haven't done anything wrong!
Policeman:
Hmph. You can talk all you want back at the station.
Maya:
L-Let me go!
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
Nick! I didn't kill him! I swear I didn't!
Policeman:
Quiet, you! Come along peacefully or suffer the consequences!
Phoenix:
W-W-Wait a second! What on earth is going on?!
Policeman:
I don't know who you are, but if you don't get out of my way--!
???:
Hey! Back off, officer!
Phoenix:
E-Ema? Ema Skye?! (What's she doing in Khura'in?)
Ema:
I'm so sorry, Mr. Wright... but we're placing Maya under arrest. All right, take her down to the station! But with respect -- got it?!
Policeman:
Yes, ma'am!
Maya:
N-Niiiiiiiiiiiiiick!
Ema:
...............
Phoenix:
So, what are you doing in Khura'in, Ema?
Ema:
It's a long story. Anyway, what are YOU doing in Khura'in, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Same here -- it's a long story. But we can get caught up later. Right now, I need to know what happened.
Ema:
Maya's... well... under arrest for the murder of the high priest.
Phoenix:
Wait, the high priest was... murdered?
Examine
Gate
Phoenix:
That's a befitting gate for the path to the Inner Sanctum.
Ema:
It's apparently considered a sacred object to the people of Khura'in. I wasn't even allowed to dust it for prints.
Phoenix:
So, even applying a little fingerprint dust to it would be sacrilegious, huh.
Ema:
I guess so... But I applied some luminol on it instead when no one was looking!
Phoenix:
Sounds like an invitation for the Holy Mother to strike you down later, Ema.
Worshippers
Phoenix:
Wow... Even with the murder, all these people are still here, praying.
Ema:
They're so into it, they wouldn't notice anything you did to them.
Phoenix:
You mean like... taking their fingerprints?
Ema:
Huh?! Oh, um, who would ever do something like that?
Phoenix:
Ema... You didn't...
Zeh'lot
Phoenix:
Acolyte Zeh'lot is really in the zone.
Ema:
Oh, you mean that monk who's been living at the victim's home? Yeah, he hasn't moved a muscle, even though his teacher has been murdered.
Phoenix:
I guess he's so deep in prayer, he's not aware of what's going on around him.
Talk
What happened?
Phoenix:
What happened, Ema? Please,  tell me everything you can.
Ema:
Well, basically, here was a murder during the rite as it was being performed last night. The victim is Tahrust Inmee, the high priest who was presiding over the rite.
Phoenix:
Wait, hold on! "Last night"...? You mean to tell me, an entire day's passed since the Purification Rite?
Ahlbi:
That's right, sir. You passed out for a whole day from your back pain.
Phoenix:
(I never knew my back's like a ticking time bomb... I'd better take better care of it.)
Ema:
The murder took place at the Inner Sanctum where the rite was being held.
Phoenix:
The Inner Sanctum...
Ahlbi:
It's the place where the spirit of Lady Kee'ra is enshrined! It's through that gate over there and up at the top of the mountain stairs just beyond!
Phoenix:
(Oh, so that's why everyone is offering their prayers in that direction...)
Ahlbi:
Abbot Inmee and Miss Maya went up to the Inner Sanctum to begin the rite... ...just after they finished the prayer you fainted in the middle of.
Phoenix:
So, who do you think killed the high priest?
Ema:
Unfortunately, Maya is our sole suspect right now. During the rite, the Inner Sanctum was off-limits to the general public.
Phoenix:
So then, only the high priest and Maya could have been there when the murder occurred?
Ema:
Right. Plus, the Inner Sanctum is on the side of a very steep mountain. The only way up there is the stairway that starts here at the Plaza of Devotion.
Phoenix:
(So that's why she's been arrested.)
Ema:
Also, the crime scene was only discovered after Maya came down alone. She's the one who told the worshippers in the plaza that the high priest was dead. ...And she made a police statement to that 
effect.
Phoenix:
(So she was the first one to discover the body... Well, that definitely doesn't help. That makes it even less likely that someone else was there at the crime scene.)
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright, sir... Are you going to defend Miss Maya?
Phoenix:
Yes, of course. There's no way she killed anyone.
Ahlbi:
Y-Yeah! I don't believe it, either! She's been framed! But this is really something else, huh, Mr. Wright? I mean, who'd have thought you'd have to take on that horrible court again?
Phoenix:
(Tell me about it. I never thought I'd have to go through another trial... ...where the Divination Séance determines all, and defense lawyers are unwelcome.)
Ema (appears after What happened?)
Phoenix:
So, what brings you here, Ema?
Ema:
Back in the U.S., I was working a case with an international prosecutor from Khura'in. He told me this is where I could see the latest techniques in international forensic science. I can't believe I fell for it! I mean, just look at this place. It's like we've gone back in time!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I can't say I've been impressed with the police work I've seen so far...) 
Ema:
Still, he said he takes on cases from around the world... ...so maybe next time, he'll have one in a major city somewhere.
Phoenix:
Sounds like this prosecutor has taken a liking to you, Ema. After all, it's not every day a prosecutor takes a detective with them overseas.
Ema:
I wonder... He's calm, and kind, and almost always has a smile on his face... ...but it's hard to tell what he's really thinking.
Phoenix:
This international prosecutor...  Is he the one who handled Trucy's case?
Ema:
Yes, he is!
Phoenix:
I take it he'll be the prosecutor on this one, too?
Ema:
Yes, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's already been assigned...
Ahlbi:
P-Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?! Pohlkunkaaa!
Phoenix:
You know him, Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
Of course! Everyone in Khura'in does. He's a highly revered individual, both as a prosecutor and a monk! If you go up against Prosecutor Sahdmadhi... you'll incur the Holy Mother's wrath!
Phoenix:
But it's my job to, as a lawyer...
Ahlbi:
Oh, right! Sorry...
Phoenix:
(Just great... A prosecutor who's also a revered monk in a deeply religious country...)  (This trial's shaping up to be even more uniquely Khura'inese than the last one.)
Ema:
I'm not sure I should be saying this, but he's a formidable opponent.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I heard Apollo had a really tough time, so I'd better give it everything I've got. Anyway, I'm glad you're here, Ema. hey treat lawyers like criminals here.
Ema: Come to think of it, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi mentioned something to that effect. I'm not sure how much I can help, but I'll do what I can!
Phoenix:
Really? Are you sure you aren't going to get in trouble for helping "the enemy"...?
Ema:
*gulp* He did come down on me pretty hard when I tried to help Trucy in that last trial... .................. Let's just say... I'll help where I can!
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks. But don't go getting yourself in trouble on my account, okay? (Prosecutor Sahdmadhi sounds pretty strict.)
Ema:
So, first things first. Let's start with this. Hot off the press, it's the high priest's autopsy report!
Tahrust's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Ema:
The victim bled to death from a deep stab wound to the abdomen. The murder weapon is believed to be Lady Kee'ra's Warbaa'd Dagger. It's used during the rite, however, the dagger has yet to be found.
Phoenix:
Lady Kee'ra's dagger, huh... (I think Maya mentioned something about a dagger...) 
Maya:
Who wouldn't want to be a kick-butt warrior who takes on evil with a wicked dagger?
Phoenix:
R-Right... Whatever floats your boat.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... And isn't that rebel hunter posing as Lady Kee'ra also armed with a dagger? Of course, hers must be a replica, right?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ema:
Congrats on your return to the legal world! I wanted to congratulate you sooner, but I never had the chance.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Ema. And congratulations to you, too, on becoming a forensic investigator.
Ema:
Heh heh, thanks. Oh, I know! Let's celebrate by dusting your attorney's badge for fingerprints! Or how about we do a luminol test on it?
Phoenix:
I think I'll pass on both, but thanks.
Tahrust's Autopsy Report
Ema:
The victim's name was Tahrust Inmee. He bled to death from a stab wound in the abdomen.
Phoenix:
And the killer?
Ema:
At the moment, our only suspect is the person who was with the victim at the time.
Phoenix:
In other words, Maya.
Anything else
Ema:
It's been ages since you've presented evidence to me.
Phoenix:
Remember when we worked that one case together? I seem to recall a thin layer of fingerprint powder on every piece of evidence then...
Ema:
W-Well...! I guess they get that way from time to time now, too...
Phoenix:
As enthusiastic as ever, huh, Ema.
Phoenix:
Would it be okay for me to go take a look at the crime scene, Ema?
Ema:
The police have already wrapped up their investigation... ...but the location itself is off-limits to the general public, so I'm not sure.
Phoenix:
Ema, please! I'm begging you! Just like the police, I need access if I'm to mount a viable defense.
Ema:
...All right, then. Leave it to me! I'll explain the situation to Prosecutor Sahdmadhi and the police later. 
Phoenix:
Thanks, Ema!
Ema:
You have quite a climb ahead of you, so be sure to watch your step!
Phoenix:
...Wait, you're not coming with me?
Ema:
O-Oh, no, I'm not climbing up there again. No way.
Phoenix:
I-Is it really that bad? I wonder if my back can handle it...
Ahlbi:
You get to go to the Inner Sanctum?! Oh, you're so lucky, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Why don't you join me, Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
Th-Th-That's crazy talk, sir! If a commoner like myself were to set foot in there, I'd surely be cursed for all eternity!
Phoenix:
Because the Inner Sanctum is off-limits for you, huh... Oh, well... Guess I'll just have to face this all by my lonesome. By the way, what about all the people still praying here? Aren't they going to go home?
Ema:
The customs of this rite require that they not move from this spot until tomorrow afternoon. It doesn't faze them to have police milling about. Some of them are even off-duty cops.
Phoenix: Wow, I guess this is what it's like to live in a deeply religious society, huh...
Tehm'pul Temple
Examine
Temple
Phoenix:
(I'm not a Khura'inist, but maybe if I prayed with all my might... ...the Holy Mother will help me... Who am I kidding? I have to figure out how to solve this case myself.)
Buildings
Phoenix:
(I can hear the monks' prayers all the way over here. Maybe the Holy Mother would answer mine if I slipped it in with theirs. Here goes... "Please let me save Maya Fey!")
Water
Phoenix:
(I look a little haggard in my reflection. It's like the water's showing me how I feel on the inside... ...Wait, what am I doing?! I have to stay strong, especially for Maya.)
Talk
Any ideas?
Ahlbi:
I still can't believe there was a murder during the Purification Rite... Could it have been an act of divine justice by Lady Kee'ra?
Phoenix:
Divine justice, huh... (We wouldn't need a trial if that's what it was.)
Ahlbi:
Oh, no! Maybe I'm next for coming up with my "Kee'ra Buns"! P-Please, Lady Kee'ra! I meant no disrespect!
Phoenix:
Um, I don't think that's a terrible enough of a crime to be divinely punished for, Ahlbi...
What to do
Ahlbi:
We don't have time for chit-chat, Mr. Wright! We have to prove Miss Maya's innocence!
Phoenix:
Yeah. Let's hurry back to the Plaza of Devotion.
May 10Detention Center
Phoenix:
(Looks like Maya is still being questioned. I'll just have to come back again later.)
Examine
Bell
Phoenix:
There's a bell here. I wonder if it's for calling the guard.
*jingle, jingle*
Guard:
Don't do that unless you need something, you lawyer!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry! (I didn't even get to say anything!)
Guard
Phoenix:
(Why does that guard keep eyeballing me? I can't let him get to me... I can't let him get to me... Ack! He's doing it again!)
May 10Inner Sanctum
Phoenix:
Brrrr... I-It's really high up, and really, really c-c-cold. What did I do to deserve this? At least I made it. I'd better get started while I can still feel my fingers. (...Hm? Who's that? It kind of looks like...)
Examine
Rayfa
Leads to:
"Umm..."
Anywhere else
Phoenix:
(.........Hmm. I should probably at least say hi to her before I start my investigation... Not that I want to, but...)
Phoenix:
Umm... excuse me.
Rayfa:
Ah! It's you...! Do you even know where you are, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
Of course, I do. May I ask why you're here, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
I came to pray for the high priest's soul. But what are YOU doing here? This is one of the most sacred spots in Khura'inism! Unscrupulous lawyers such as you have no business being here!
Phoenix:
But I'm not "unscrupulous"...
Rayfa:
Quiet! You dared to find fault with my Insights at every turn the other day!
Phoenix:
(She's STILL sore about that trial...?)
Examine
Rayfa:
Hm? Why do you keep looking away?
Phoenix:
I was thinking about investigating the crime scene...
Rayfa:
Well, you can do so later! You are speaking with me right now!
Phoenix:
(As you wish, princess... I guess the investigation will have to wait until she's done talking at me.)
Talk
Investigating the incident
Phoenix:
As you know, Your Benevolence, a murder has occurred, and I need to investigate--
Rayfa:
But we know the killer is one of your own!
Phoenix:
In my country, suspects are innocent until proven guilty. Plus, she is a serious student of spirit channeling who came here to study. So, can't you at least give her a chance to explain what happened?
Rayfa:
All practitioners from overseas are big... big... phony baloneys! And her wish to train in the homeland of spirit channeling is but a bid for prestige.
Phoenix:
(Argh. It seems like nothing I say will convince her otherwise, thanks to that last trial. Tweedledum and Tweedledee really did a number on her impression of foreigners.)
The defense
Phoenix:
As the defense attorney on this case... ...I really need to investigate this crime scene -- and I need to do it now. I've even been authorized by the police, so...
Rayfa:
...What's this?! Y-You intend to make a mockery of our sacred Hall of Justice once more?
Phoenix:
N-No, I simply want to defend my client.
Rayfa:
Which means, you have come to forge evidence, then! I knew all lawyers were criminals! I must now redouble my vigilance!
Phoenix:
Ouch, that's unfair. Who taught you to demonize a whole group of people anyway?
Rayfa:
My mother and father! Do you have an issue with their parental guidance?!
Phoenix:
N-No... I would never dare criticize the royal couple... (I still can't imagine what the lawyers here must've done to garner such hatred...)
Rayfa:
Hmmmmm ............... Oh, ho! Heh heh heh. I just had the most wonderful idea, Barbed Head.
Phoenix:
(Why do I have a bad feeling about that glint in her eye?)
The most wonderful idea
Phoenix:
So... what's this most wonderful idea of yours?
Rayfa:
If you are to investigate this murder... ...then I shall oversee your every move, so as to prevent any misdeeds, naturally. 
Phoenix:
What?! You want to follow me around the entire time?!
Rayfa:
Of course. Not that I want to, mind you. And I will not tolerate any objections, understood?!
Phoenix:
Sh-She can't do this to me...
Rayfa:
What was that, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
Oh, n-no! It's nothing!
Rayfa:
Very well, then. Let us get this investigation over with. We mustn't stay here in the Inner Sanctum a moment longer than necessary.
Phoenix:
P-Please don't rush me.
Rayfa:
It is not without reason that I insist on a speedy investigation, Barbed Head. I am a direct descendant of the Holy Mother, you see, who guides the people of Khura'in. As such, I must not sully myself with the blood of battle that Lady Kee'ra bears.
Phoenix:
(The blood of battle...?) If it's that big of a problem, why don't you head on down now? I won't do anything, I promise.
Rayfa:
No. Lawyers are never to be trusted! Now, make haste, so that we may leave here soon! ...Oh, and one more thing!
Phoenix: 
Wh-What now?
Rayfa:
Your victory the other day was but a stroke of fortune! But this time, my Insights shall reveal the absolute truth! So brace yourself for a defeat most bitter, lawyer!
Phoenix:
I-I will. Now can I get on with my investigation?
Rayfa:
As long as you know where we stand.
Phoenix:
(*sigh* I'd better hurry up and poke around for clues before she changes her mind...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Rayfa:
Hm?! What is that badge you bear?
Phoenix:
It's a sunflower pin. They're quite popular in my country.
Rayfa:
Hmm... It IS rather cute, I must say. 
Phoenix:
Actually, it's just my attorney's badge.
Rayfa:
Oh? So you mean it would have actually been worth more as a cheap accessory?
Phoenix:
M-My profession is worth more than $1.20, you know.
Rites Guide
Rayfa:
That is a book from your land, is it not?
Phoenix:
Yes, it's a guidebook about Khura'in that was written by people back home.
Rayfa:
Oh? So there are people in your land who know of our fair kingdom. Then I imagine it must say something about me in there, correct?
Phoenix:
Actually, yes. It says the Dance of Devotion is performed by an adorable little princess...
Rayfa:
H-How dare they write of me as though I were a child!
Phoenix:
Hey, I'm just reading what it says... (Though, she does seem secretly pleased...)
Tahrust's Autopsy Report
Rayfa:
What a dreadful way to die...
Phoenix:
Did you know the high priest, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
Yes, he was a pious priest of Khura'inism. As such, he had the trust of the entire kingdom.
Phoenix:
The entire kingdom...? Really?
Rayfa:
Yes. But what do you know of faith and trust? You, who can never hope to match his virtue. It is like comparing the moon to a pebble, or the sea to a puddle!
Phoenix:
(How did this suddenly become a game of "Pin the Diss on the Lawyer"?)
Anything else
Phoenix:
A dahma for your thought?
Rayfa:
Ugh! Get that thing away from me!
Phoenix:
All right, I'll just put it away, then.
Rayfa:
Who told you to put it away? How am I to inspect it if you do that?!
Phoenix:
(Keep it out, put it away -- I wish she'd make up her mind...)
Move
Phoenix:
(If I turn back now, I'll have to climb all the way back up here again later... *sigh* Guess I'll have to make Princess Rayfa see things my way somehow...)
Examine
Wall painting
Phoenix:
What an amazing wall painting! So this is Lady Kee'ra...
Rayfa:
Do you see that red mark upon her brow? That is the character for death in Khura'inese. It is a mark of resolve to fight to the end. There are many different marks we make on our bodies, each with a different meaning.
Phoenix:
Hmm, interesting... Come to think of it, Your Benevolence has marks on your face. So did the high priest.
Rayfa:
The high priest's marks are those of a monk, while mine are of a royal priestess. All members of the Khura'inist clergy have such marks upon them. The shape and location of the marks vary in accordance to conditions like status and age. And all records about them are kept at Tehm'pul Temple.
Phoenix:
So it's kind of like a national ID registry, huh.
Tahrust's Autopsy Report updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Is that a weapon in her hand?
Rayfa:
Yes, it is Lady Kee'ra's dagger -- the very same one used in the rite. It is made to resemble a warbaa'd, the bird Lady Kee'ra fashioned herself after.
Phoenix:
(So that dagger is the weapon that took the high priest's life...)
Rayfa:
If you wish to know more about Lady Kee'ra, you need but ask.
Phoenix:
(I get the feeling she's going to be super relevant to this case... I should definitely ask the princess for more details later.)
Wall painting (again)
Phoenix:
This wall painting really is amazing, no matter how many times I look at it.
Rayfa:
Do you see that red mark upon her brow? That is the character for death in Khura'inese. It is a mark of resolve to fight to the end.
Phoenix:
Hmm, interesting... Come to think of it, Your Benevolence has marks on your face. So did the high priest.
Rayfa: 
All members of the Khura'inist clergy have such marks upon them. The shape and location of the marks vary in accordance to conditions like status and age. And all records about them are kept at Tehm'pul Temple.
Phoenix:
So it's kind of like a national ID registry, huh. Is that a weapon in her hand?
Rayfa:
Yes, it is Lady Kee'ra's dagger -- the very same one used in the rite. It is made to resemble a warbaa'd, the bird Lady Kee'ra fashioned herself after.
Phoenix:
So that dagger was the murder weapon, huh...
Mountain face
Phoenix:
(This mountain face is like a towering wall. There are characters carved into it,  but I have no idea what they mean.)
Rayfa:
There is a prison at the apex of this mountain.
Phoenix:
A prison? Way up there?
Rayfa:
It is said that Lady Kee'ra laid those she defeated to rest atop this mountain... ...so that their souls would not spawn evil spirits.
Phoenix:
I'm feeling queasy just thinking about being all the way up there... (And the fact that it's a prison just makes it worse.)
Curtain
Phoenix:
During the rite, the Inner Sanctum was fully enclosed by this ritual curtain... ...making this case something of a locked-room mystery.
Ritual Curtain added to the Court Record.
Rayfa:
The Purification Rite is akin to a bathing ritual for Lady Kee'ra. Therefore, it must be closed off from the outside world.
Phoenix:
Oh, so the Inner Sanctum is like her private bathroom.
Rayfa:
Indeed. So see to it that you keep it clean.
Phoenix:
(This flap in the center acts as the ritual curtain's door, but that's about it.) Eek! 
Rayfa:
And what was that shrill scream for just now?
Phoenix:
I-It's just... I'm afraid of heights. (I didn't notice it as I was climbing up, but now that I can see all the way down... *gulp*) I guess that flight of stairs from the Plaza of Devotion really is the only way up or down...
Statue and spring (zoom in center)
Phoenix:
Let's take a closer look, shall we?
Statue
Phoenix:
Whoa! (Th-This is blood!)
Rayfa:
.........This is a statue of a warbaa'd, the bird on which Lady Kee'ra based her appearance.
Phoenix:
And all of this blood is from the high priest, huh...
Rayfa:
He no doubt embraced the statue in the hope that Lady Kee'ra would save him from death. May his soul rest in peace.
Phoenix:
Considering the amount of blood, he must've been stabbed with considerable force. But there's no way Maya would be strong enough to deliver such a blow.
Spring
Phoenix:
It's been stained red by the high priest's blood.
Rayfa:
"The spring shall run red upon Lady Kee'ra's return."
Phoenix:
What's that from?
Rayfa:
...An old legend.
Phoenix:
(Wait. Does that mean... ...that the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra in the newspaper is the real deal? ...Nah. That's crazy talk.)
Robe
Phoenix:
Hey, isn't this Lady Kee'ra's robe?
Rayfa:
O Holy Mother! Lady Kee'ra's robe is...!
Phoenix:
I know how you feel, but we should leave it as is to preserve the crime scene.
Rayfa:
You imbecile! This is the actual robe Lady Kee'ra once wore!
Phoenix:
I-It is?! What the heck is it made of? I mean, nothing should look this good after a few hundred years!
Rayfa:
...............Enough! If I say it's the actual robe, it IS the actual robe! That foul murderer shall not get away with this!
Phoenix:
(It is tough to see a piece of history sloppily tossed on the ground like this, though... It even looks like it's been mended a number of times.) ...Hm? This robe kinda smells...
Rayfa:
How dare you insult such a sacred piece of clothing like that?!
Phoenix:
N-No, I meant that it smells like incense.
Rayfa:
...Oh, I see. The scent you detected is from the sacred incense used to purify Lady Kee'ra's robe. Whenever a rite is to be performed, the robe is first scented with sacred incense.
Phoenix:
(If this still smells like incense now... ...the scent must have been much stronger last night when the victim was killed.)
Bloody paper
Phoenix:
A bloodstained scrap of paper... Looks like some kind of note or letter, perhaps? But it's written in Khura'inese, so I can't read a lick.
Rayfa:
Let me see that. ".........once the flame is lit, then......... ...........................will be..." This is simply impossible to read! ...Wait!
Phoenix:
What is it?!
Rayfa:
This stamp in the lower right! It's the mark of those insurgents -- Defiant Dragons!
Phoenix:
(What's it doing here? Is there some kind of a connection between the high priest and the rebels?)
Bloodstained Letter added to the Court Record.
Statue (zoom in right)
Phoenix:
It's a statue of a bird... I should take a closer look later.
Statue's missing eye
Phoenix:
Look, the bird's missing its eye. I feel sorry for the poor fella.
Rayfa:
Are you the one who took it?!
Phoenix:
Of course not!
Rayfa:
Hmph. This statue has been here for ages. I suppose some damage is to be expected. I shall ask my mother to have it repaired.
Phoenix:
(No wonder there are no lawyers left. I'd leave, too, if I was always treated like this.)
Snow and broken lantern (zoom in)
Phoenix:
I think I'd better go take a closer look.
Snow
Phoenix:
There's no snow here. Maybe it was removed because it would interfere with the rite?
Rayfa:
The day before the rite, the temperature in this area plunged below freezing. Even the Plaza of Devotion was covered in a layer of white frost.
Phoenix:
Must be the elevation. It wasn't all that cold back in town, as I recall.
Broken lantern
Phoenix:
This lantern is damaged. (The wind guard is completely broken.)
Rayfa:
...Damaged? Was this your doing?!
Phoenix:
N-N-No! I didn't even touch it!
Rayfa:
Hmph! Then perhaps a falling rock struck it. I will request that it be repaired when we are finished here. Of course, I doubt you will live long enough to see it restored.
Phoenix:
I-I'll be back to take a look! You'll see!
Lanterns
Phoenix:
It's a lantern. ...Hm? And it's still lit.
Rayfa:
Of course it is. The sacred flames in the four lanterns here have burned for centuries. Anyone who extinguishes even one of them would be put to death immediately.
Phoenix:
(So that's why they're outfitted with glass wind guards. Still, I'd better keep my distance... Just in case.) So the moon and these lanterns were the only sources of light up here that night?
Rayfa:
The rite is performed by the light of the full moon because moonlight is a purifying force.
Phoenix:
I see...
Rayfa:
No touching!
Phoenix:
I-I wasn't going to!
Rock
Phoenix:
This rock must've fallen from higher up on the mountain. It's like the perfect perch for taking a peek over that curtain... Well, up I go! Wow, what an incredible view! It almost... boggles the mind...
Rayfa:
Get down from there this instant!
Phoenix:
R-Right! Sorry! I'll be right down. (It looks like the Inner Sanctum is just slightly higher up than the top of that mountain.) ...I guess that confirms that the stairs from the Plaza of Devotion is the only way up here.
Prayer flags
Phoenix:
Hm? There's something hanging off of the ritual curtain there... These look like those prayer flags down at the Plaza of Devotion.
Rayfa:
Except, they are arranged like no prayer flags I have ever seen.
Phoenix:
How so?
Rayfa:
All of these flags have been sewn together.
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right. It's like they're one big banner now.
Rayfa: 
There is something written on a piece of it... "Donated by Tahrust Inmee"... It seems this piece is from a donation Abbot Inmee made at some point.
Sanctum Prayer Flags added to the Court Record.
Broken lantern (wrong perspective)
Phoenix:
That lantern looks broken, but it's hard to make out the details from this angle. I'll take a closer look when I'm in a better spot.
Talk
Inner Sanctum
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about this place, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
...I have nothing to say to you, lawyer.
Phoenix:
Is that because you don't actually know much about it...?
Rayfa:
You ill-mannered--! I am the crown princess of Khura'in! There is nothing I do not know! ...Nayna!
Phoenix:
(Whoa! Where'd she come from?!) ...Hey! No cheating!
Rayfa:
Silence, Barbed Head! Nayna's knowledge is my knowledge. End of discussion.
Phoenix:
(What is she, your pocket internet?)
Rayfa:
This spring is where Lady Kee'ra came to cleanse her body of the blood of battle. And today's Purification Rite is a ceremony that traces its origins back to those days. Cleansing Lady Kee'ra's robe in this sacred water lends one courage for the next battle.
Phoenix:
I-I see. Thank you for that excellent explanation.
Rayfa:
Commoners are normally barred from here, except for the day of the rite.
Phoenix:
Who normally controls the access to this place?
Rayfa:
The high priest and his family are responsible for that.
Phoenix:
high priest and his family, huh...
The high priest's family (appears after Inner Sanctum)
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about the high priest and his family?
Rayfa:
Abbot Inmee lived with his wife and his disciple, Acolyte Puhray Zeh'lot... ...a young man the couple took into their home upon finding him near our kingdom's border.
Phoenix:
Speaking of his wife, isn't she the one who usually plays the role of Lady Kee'ra?
Rayfa:
Yes, but as she is with child, the role was appointed to someone else. The killer no doubt offered to stand in, as she saw it as a chance to slay the high priest.
Phoenix:
No, you have it backwards. He was the one who asked Maya to stand in.
Rayfa:
Then that braggart must have embellished her qualifications.
Phoenix:
I'm really not sure how she could. Besides, why didn't you stand in for the high priest's wife, then?
Rayfa:
Did I not tell you before? As a direct descendant of the Holy Mother, the role of Lady Kee'ra is forbidden to me. For those descended of Her Holiness must not defile their bodies with the blood of battle.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah... You did say that, didn't you? (I should probably talk with the high priest's wife and Acolyte Zeh'lot later, too.)
Lady Kee'ra (appears after examining wall painting)
Phoenix:
Um, so could you tell me more about this Lady Kee'ra?
Rayfa:
As an outsider I suppose your ignorance is all but unavoidable.
Phoenix:
(Whatever happened to "you need but ask"?!)
Rayfa:
Nayna! Lady Kee'ra was the Holy Mother's younger sister. But unlike her older sister, she lacked the ability to channel spirits. However, it is said that none could equal her skill with the dagger. 
Phoenix:
A dagger? Well, this became relevant fast.
Rayfa:
The Holy Mother guides our souls, and Lady Kee'ra keeps the peace with her dagger. Lady Kee'ra was prepared to die for her people. She cloaked herself in a sacred battle robe, and concealed her face as her sister did.
Phoenix:
Okay, but who was she fighting against?
Rayfa:
Throughout our history, we have been set upon by rebels... Now is no different. For our enemy now is the Defiant Dragons, led by that insurgent Dhurke.
Phoenix:
So Lady Kee'ra played a role akin to the police, huh? So what's with the bird imagery?
Rayfa:
Lady Kee'ra's robe is fashioned in the likeness of a warbaa'd. It is a fearsome bird that is unique to Khura'in.
Phoenix: 
I see... And what about the recent rebel hunter Lady Kee'ra? Who do you think she is?
Rayfa:
I have heard about her, but I have yet to ascertain the truth. However, I believe her to be a vigilante -- or more precisely, a patriot.
Phoenix: (So even Princess Rayfa doesn't know the true identity of the rebel hunter, huh?)
After examining snow and broken lantern
Phoenix:
(The snow has obviously been cleared away here, and the lantern is broken. I still have that camera I brought to take pictures of my trip. I should snap one of this area here  just in case.)
Inner Sanctum Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(That about does it for the Inner Sanctum... Hmm... I should probably head back to the Plaza of  Devotion, and let Ema know I'm done. After all, she's the one putting her neck on the line for me to investigate this place.)
Detention Center
Examine
Bell
Phoenix:
The guard will come over if I ring this, right?
Rayfa:
Hmph. I have no need for such an implement. .........Guard!
Guard:
Yes, Your Benevolence?! It is my honor to be at your service!
Rayfa:
Now, you try it, Barbed Head.
Phoenix:
Oh, uh... Okay.... Um, Mr. Guard? Could I please speak with you?
Guard:
.........Tsk!
Rayfa:
It seems he will not respond to a lawyer's call.
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I saw that coming a mile away.)
Talk
Any ideas?
Rayfa:
The killer must have been the one they call Maya Fey. There can be no other.
Phoenix:
Y-You never know. It's still pretty early in the investigation.
Rayfa:
Hmph. She has spent time in the company of lawyers, so she must have a wicked soul.
Phoenix:
(Thanks for reminding me how much people like me are hated in this country...)
Rayfa:
It is only by the Holy Mother's mercy that you are allowed to investigate this sacred place. Remember that, and give thanks to Her Holiness for this great blessing at once!
Phoenix:
Oh, um... Thank you, Your... Holy Motherness! (Er, that didn't come out right.)
Rayfa:
That seemed a little insincere. Shall we halt this investigation immediately?
Phoenix:
No, wait! I'm grateful! Really!
Rayfa:
Hmm, I wonder...
Phoenix:
(Argh... This is going to be worse than walking on holy eggshells.)
What to do
Rayfa:
...Well? Are you going to conduct your investigation or not?
Phoenix:
I will! I-It's just... are you going to keep following me around like this?
Rayfa:
Of course! Unless you intend to do something you feel the need to hide?
Phoenix:
N-No! I do everything by the book!
Rayfa:
Then get on with it. I am not doing this for fun, you know. I, too, have many duties I need to attend to.
Phoenix:
(Then why don't you go do them instead of hovering over me?)
Rayfa:
Hm? What is that look you are giving me? Am I perhaps, being bothersome?
Phoenix:
N-No, don't be absurd! (You're being INCREDIBLY bothersome...)
May 10Plaza of Devotion
Phoenix:
(Wow... They're STILL praying!)
Rayfa:
The religious devotion of our people is the pride of our kingdom. Come what may, they will continue to pray until tomorrow afternoon.
Phoenix: 
(Well, I will say this: This level of devotion is certainly to be respected...) Now, to find Ema.
???:
You there! Wait. I want to ask ya something.
Phoenix:
O-Okay...
???:
Do ya know me? And do I know you?
Phoenix:
Um, well... I-I'm Phoenix. Phoenix Wright. I'm a lawyer.
???:
No, no...! I wanna know if ya know who I am!
Phoenix:
H-Huh? How should I know? I've never even seen you before. (This guy's acting really strange. I wonder if he has amnesia or something? I should talk to him a little more, just in case he's connected to this case somehow.)
Talk
Who are you?
Phoenix:
Um, are you having trouble remembering who you are? Ack! I-I'm sorry if I offended you! (Whew! I thought he was going to pull a weapon on me! But he's just pulling some snack out one after another.)
???:
I'm trying to remember what I'm supposed to do. I know it's something important...
Rayfa: 
Do you know this man or something, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
No! I just said I've never seen him before, didn't I?!
???:
...Are you Lady Kee'ra?
Rayfa:
You know of Lady Kee'ra? Then you are Khura'inese, I take it?
???:
*chomp, chomp*... Maybe...?
Phoenix:
(Wait... Are those LIZARDS he's eating?!)
???:
What? Ya want one?
Phoenix:
N-No thanks! I, uh... I just ate!
???:
Ah, now I remember! Get a load of this! ...Well?
Phoenix:
.........W-Well, what?
Rayfa:
...I believe he suffers from a far more serious malady than mere memory loss.
???:
...No good, huh? Guess I'll try somebody else!
Present
Anything
???:
Ah! M-My head...!
Phoenix:
A-Are you okay? (Did he remember something?!)
???:
...My head... is so itchy! Har har har har har har!
Phoenix:
(What is with this guy...?)
Rayfa:
So, who was that man, and what did he want, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
I wish I knew.
???:
Hey! Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ack! What now?!
Ema:
What's wrong? I didn't surprise you THAT badly, did I?
Phoenix:
Oh, no, it's nothing. Actually, I've been looking for you. I wanted to tell you I investigated the crime scene. I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting my investigation of the Inner Sanctum approved.
Ema:
Oh, it was fine. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi gave his okay straight away.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, he seems like a rather fair-minded prosecutor.)
Ema:
He said that you would probably give up once you saw the crime scene for yourself. ...And that moving on before the trial began would be the smart thing to do.
Phoenix:
(.........He must be feeling really confident about his case.) Well, just so you know, I have no intention of giving up.
Ema:
I figured! That's why I've prepared a little gift for you! I thought it might help your investigation. Here, it's all yours! I wanted to bring you a bunch of other forensic tools... ...but they were confiscated at the airport.
Phoenix:
(Luminol testing fluid... This actually might come in handy.)
Ema:
Also, I made a copy of the crime scene photo for you!
Phoenix:
Thanks. All of this will definitely come in handy. (So this is what the high priest's body looked like after the murder... I'll keep this along with the picture I took at the crime scene.)
Inner Sanctum Photo updated in the Court Record.
Ema:
Oh, yeah! They're done questioning Maya.
Phoenix:
Really? I should go pay her a visit, then! (Poor Maya. She must be feeling pretty lonely. I should let her know that I'll be defending her, too.)
Ema:
Oh, shoot! Look at the time! I have to get going.
Phoenix:
You sure seem busy.
Ema:
That's because His Ephemeral Holiness is a real slave driver.
Phoenix:
"His Ephemeral Holiness"...?
Ema:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. He's like the world's hardest riddle, wrapped in a flowy sash. I keep wondering if it's just a clash-of-cultures type of thing, you know? Like, he'll ask the most insane things of me without batting a single, long eyelash of his!
Phoenix:
(Hmm, this Prosecutor Sahdmadhi sounds like he's used to holding some serious clout...)
Ema:
Argh! Why do I have such bad luck with prosecutors! First it was the glimmerous fop. And now that I'm finally rid of that grating, bling-loving Europhile, I get this guy! Oh, no! Now I'm really going to be late! He'll probably make me listen to one of those really long sutras again. I'll see you later!
Phoenix:
(He makes her listen to sutras? Sounds like Ema's got it pretty rough, too...)
Rayfa:
She does not appreciate Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's sutras? What ingratitude. It appears that she, too, is lacking in religious devotion.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that's what the problem is here. Besides, Ema's not even a Khura'inist.)
Examine
Gate
Rayfa:
...To think I would witness a lawyer being allowed to pass through this sacred gate.
Phoenix:
Yeah, well, I wouldn't unless I had to. Those stairs were brutal to climb...
Rayfa:
What's this?! Do you even know how many monks would give their lives to pass through that gate?! Be thankful for the great honor you have been afforded!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Benevolence!
Worshippers
Phoenix: They're still praying? Now that's really something!
Rayfa:
It's called "their absolute devotion to Lady Kee'ra."
Phoenix:
But you don't have to pray to her, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
Our customs dictate that I must never associate myself with Lady Kee'ra in any way. Instead, it is my duty to offer my prayers and dance to the Holy Mother every day. Why don't you try offering up a dance or two? I think you'll find it quite uplifting.
Phoenix:
N-No thanks! I'm good!
Zeh'lot
Phoenix:
Acolyte Zeh'lot is still focused on his prayers.
Rayfa:
Is not such devotion worthy of commendation? Still, he has not yet learned of the high priest's death. When I think of how he will learn of it once his prayers are over...
Phoenix:
...Yeah, it does seem cruel, doesn't it?
Talk
Any ideas?
Rayfa:
That man we just met... He seemed quite suspicious to me. Don't tell me he is an acquaintance of yours?
Phoenix:
Not everyone who's suspicious is friends with a lawyer, or vice versa, you know. For example, I have many upstanding friends and acquaintances, like a chief prosecutor.
Rayfa:
Well, as long as your friends are free from the taint of corruption.
Phoenix:
They are! (And not everything is about good and evil!)
What to do
Rayfa:
Are you going to speak with that woman?
Phoenix:
If you mean Maya, then yes. There's something I need to talk to her about.
Rayfa:
Something like... a jailbreak?!
Phoenix:
And how exactly could we do that with you and a guard watching us like hawks?
May 10Detention Center
Maya:
Nick! I knew you'd come!
Phoenix:
(Maya... She sure looks tired.) How are you holding up?
Maya:
It wasn't me... But no one will believe me. Nngh...
Phoenix:
I have to admit, I'm still a bit in shock. Who'd have thought you'd get caught up in something like this? And so far from home? But I'm going to defend you, so hang in there. We can do this if we work together.
Maya:
.............................. Nngh... This is all my fault. I mean, you came to Khura'in just to visit me. We hadn't seen each other in ages, and then, this happens.
Phoenix:
(I haven't seen her this down in ages, either.) Come on! Remember who you're talking to. Besides, I'd thought you'd be used to being the usual suspect by now!
Maya:
! Ha ha ha... I guess you're right. And you've saved me each and every time.
Phoenix:
Yup, so just tell me everything you can and let's go from there.
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! Stop stalling and go straight to the matter of true import! We know she is the murderer! Therefore, it is time for her confession!
Maya:
Y-Your Benevolence... What brings the royal priestess to a place like this?
Rayfa:
I am watching over this lawyer to keep him from tampering with anything in this case. Now, out with it! Confess to your crime!
Phoenix:
P-Please, Your Benevolence. Could you please take it down a notch or three...?
Rayfa:
Hmph!
Phoenix:
Maya, please tell me what you can. I know this must be difficult, but anything you can remember might help.
Maya:
S-Sure, okay...
Talk
The incident
Maya:
I didn't kill the high priest. I wouldn't even dream of it... I mean, he always treated me so well. Abbot Inmee was an important figure with a ton of duties, including training acolytes. He was really kind, even to a foreigner like me. He even invited me over to his house whenever I was between training sessions. How could I ever kill someone like that?!
Phoenix:
He sounds like a really good person. (I think I would've liked him.)
Maya:
It was so much fun. I got to enjoy meals with his family and everything. And his wife was a master of Khura'inese cuisine! I've never eaten better in my life!
Phoenix:
(It's like they were her family, and home away from home in this foreign land. They must've been a source of comfort, what with being here for training all alone.)
Maya:
........................... But...
Phoenix:
But what?
Maya:
...I can't completely deny the charge, either.
Phoenix:
Huh?!
Rayfa:
As I suspected! The snake has shown her true colors at last!
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, please! I'm trying to figure out what really happened here.
Rayfa:
Nngh... Hmph!
Phoenix:
So, what do mean, you can't completely deny the charge?
Maya:
W-Well... during the Purification Rite... ...I suddenly got really, really sleepy. The next thing I knew, Abbot Inmee was... you know...
Phoenix:
You suddenly got sleepy? So then, you didn't actually see the high priest get murdered?
Maya:
No, I didn't, but... ...if I was possessed by some crazed spirit while I was asleep... then...
Rayfa:
What an excuse. How dare you pin your crime on another person's soul?!
Maya:
Nngh...
Rayfa:
Hmph. Be honest: What you call "training" is but an extended vacation in reality. And that "training" here is simply for prestige.
Maya:
N-No! It's not like that at all!
Training (appears after The incident)
Maya:
I'm training to become the master of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Rayfa:
Hmph. A neophyte practitioner such as you become a channeling master? I think not. The spiritual power required is beyond the means of an outsider like you.
Phoenix:
(Rayfa seems to really hate fakers... ...but Maya does actually have the power to channel spirits. I should let Rayfa know.) Your Benevolence. I wouldn't call Maya a neophyte, because... ...she can already cha--
Maya:
Ahhh! Wait, wait, wait, Nick!
Phoenix:
What?!
Maya:
Umm... Can I talk to you for a second?
Phoenix:
(Why is she whispering all of a sudden?)
Maya:
I want to keep my spirit channeling ability a secret while I'm here, Nick.
Phoenix:
What? Why?
Maya:
I'll, um... explain later. Just, keep it a secret for now, okay?! 
Phoenix:
If you say so... (What's that all about?)
Rayfa:
What is all that whispering about over there?!
Phoenix:
Oh, i-it's nothing, really. (I'll have to ask about this later when Princess Rayfa's not around.)
Maya:
Oh, I almost forgot! Nick...
Phoenix:
Yes?
Maya:
About Abbot Inmee's murder... There was something I noticed that I thought strange...
Phoenix:
Oh...?
What you noticed (replaces Training)
Phoenix:
So, what was it you noticed?
Maya:
Well... ...you probably won't believe me, but....
Phoenix:
Why don't you let me be the judge of that.
Maya:
Okay... So, you know that spring?
Phoenix:
The spring? You mean the pool in front of the warbaa'd statue?
Maya:
Yes, that! The water in there... was dark red!
Phoenix:
............
Maya:
And when I say "dark" red,  I mean "blood" red!
Phoenix:
Oh, that? Yeah, I saw it, too.
Maya:
You did?
Phoenix:
Yeah. The high priest's blood turned it red.
Maya:
What? No, that's not what I meant! The spring was red before he was killed.
Phoenix:
Wh-What? Wait, so it was already red? Even before the high priest was killed?
Maya:
Yeah! I noticed it during the the Purification Rite -- just before I passed out. It's just like the ancient legend says...
Phoenix:
What "ancient legend"?
Maya:
"The spring shall run red upon Lady Kee'ra's return." That's how it goes, anyway.
Rayfa:
Hold on! Yes, there is a legend about the Inner Sanctum that says just that. But the water runs red this time thanks to the murder. The police investigation confirmed it. Perhaps your eyes were deceived by the lantern light reflecting off of the water.
Maya:
I-I don't think that was it, though...
Phoenix:
An ancient legend, huh...? I wonder if it's connected to this murder, somehow.
Maya's Statement added to the Court Record.
Maya:
........................ Um, Nick?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Maya:
So... Uhh... Actually, there's one more thing...
Rayfa:
?
Phoenix:
(What's up with Maya? She keeps looking over at Her Benevolence, like she's worried what Rayfa will think.)
One more thing (appears after What you noticed)
Maya:
There's... There's something I want to show you.
Phoenix:
There is?
Maya:
I found this at the Inner Sanctum after I came to.
Phoenix:
Is this... a letter? (It's in Khura'inese...)
Maya:
See that stamp on the far left, at the end of the letter? Does it look familiar?
Phoenix:
(This red stamp here?)
Maya:
That's the mark of Lady Kee'ra.
Phoenix: 
(Oh, right. It looks just like the mark on her forehead.)
Rayfa:
L-Lady Kee'ra, you say?! Let me see that! ............... Wh-Why, this is...!
Phoenix:
What? What does it say?
Rayfa:
...............
Maya:
"Do not perform the rite. I know what you are planning. --Lady Kee'ra"
Phoenix:
That sounds like a threat -- or a warning! Whoever's pretending to be Lady Kee'ra was pressuring the high priest to stop the rite!
Maya:
Yeah, that's what it looks like to me, too. Nick, do you think...
Phoenix:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! First, there's that ancient legend.
Maya:
"The spring shall run red upon Lady Kee'ra's return."
Phoenix:
Now, there's also Lady Kee'ra's warning. Plus, with the Warbaa'd Dagger being eyed as the murder weapon... D-Don't tell me...!
Maya:
That's why she HAS to be the real deal! It gives me chills just thinking about it! I bet Lady Kee'ra's spirit possessed the sacred robe or something!
Phoenix:
Don't tell me...  ...you actually believe that the real Lady Kee'ra returned to kill the high priest?
Maya:
..................... Don't be silly, Nick.
Phoenix: 
Huh?
Maya:
Historical figures don't come back to life. I mean, give me a break.
Phoenix:
B-B-But! You were saying only yesterday, how it was more fun to believe that she's the real deal.
Maya:
Yeah, YESTERDAY! I wish I could keep on entertaining that fantasy, too... ...but the fact is,  we're dealing with a murder here! Thus, my days of dreaming have come to an end.
Phoenix:
........................
Maya:
I'm going to keep it real from now on. And you should, too, Nick.
Phoenix:
(I thought you said I was the boring one because I was "keeping it real"...?)
Maya:
Sorry, I guess I've outgrown that stepladder argument we always have...
Phoenix:
I think you mean "ladder," Maya.
"Keeping it real" (appears after One more thing)
Phoenix:
So, what do you mean by "keeping it real"?
Maya:
Oh, umm... So you know how someone is dressing up like Lady Kee'ra and capturing rebels, right?
Phoenix:
Oh, you mean the rebel-hunter Lady Kee'ra in the papers?
Maya:
Yeah, that one. I think that's who probably sent this warning.
Rayfa:
What nonsense is this?! You dare to suggest... ...that Abbot Inmee was slain by Lady Kee'ra?! You... Youuu... nincompoop!
Maya:
Eek!
Rayfa:
The rebel hunter is sure to be a vigilante who loves this kingdom. And it is that patriotism that led them to cloak their identity in the guise of Lady Kee'ra. Such a patriot... would NEVER slay the high priest!
Phoenix:
(I guess it's only natural for Princess Rayfa to see it that way, but I can't let it go at that...)
Rayfa:
Besides, why would such a vigilante want to stop the Purification Rite in the first place?
Phoenix:
...I haven't figured that one out yet.
Rayfa:
I rest my case!
Phoenix:
(Still, if this rebel hunter had a compelling enough reason... ...they might've killed the high priest after he ignored their warning.)
Rayfa:
Y-You... big dummy! You can't fool me! It was you who forged that warning letter! You are trying to shed your guilt onto our most sacred Lady Kee'ra! Admit it!
Maya:
N-No! I'd never do such a thing!
Phoenix:
Now, now, Your Benevolence. Let's try to remain rational about this...
Rayfa:
Grrrrrrr...
Phoenix:
Maya, did you show that letter to the police?
Maya:
Umm... no. I was afraid that it would anger everybody needlessly. So I was waiting to show it to you, Nick.
Phoenix:
(And judging by Her Benevolence's reaction, I'd say Maya was right to be worried. ...Hm? Wait, what are... There are a number of places on this letter where there are three holes in a row. ...Are these supposed to be some sort of a message, too? Not that we'll be finding out any time soon, I suspect...)
Lady Kee'ra's Warning added to the Court Record.
Present
Tahrust's Autopsy Report or Inner Sanctum Photo
Maya:
I didn't kill the high priest! I swear!
Phoenix:
Of course you didn't.
Rayfa:
And why should I believe the words of an accused?
Maya:
But I really didn't kill him! And if you don't believe me, then prepare to get an earful! ...From Nick.
Phoenix:
What?! Keep me out of this!
Anything else
Maya:
There you go, presenting things left and right again, as always! Sure takes me back to the good old days! Ooh, ooh! Present something else, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Uh,  if that's what you really want...? At least it seemed to cheer her up a bit.)
Guard:
All right, accused. Wrap it up.
Maya:
I guess they have more questions for me...
Phoenix:
Yeah... At least I have a better idea of what we're up against now.
Maya:
Um, Nick...? There's something I've been meaning to say. I... don't need a lawyer this time.
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you talking about?!
Maya:
It's just, you know they have that Defense Culpability Act here in Khura'in, right? Well, if I'm found guilty... you'll be charged with abetting a criminal.
Phoenix:
(Maya... Thanks for thinking of me, but...) Don't worry, Maya. We'll pull through this together somehow. We always have, haven't we?
Maya:
Yeah... But we're not in Kansas anymore, you know?
Phoenix:
True, but I've been through one trial here already. So I know what I'm getting myself into. We're going to win this one, no matter what. Because I believe in your innocence.
Maya:
! Yeah, I know... We've always won because of your faith in me.
Phoenix:
That's right. So, it's "All Aboard the Phoenix Freedom Express!"
Maya:
...Thank you, Nick. Well, I'll see you later.
Rayfa:
Bravado will not save you tomorrow, and by then, it will be too late to ask for mercy.
Phoenix:
...We're going to beat this charge. You'll see.
Rayfa:
Hmph. I don't care to understand every single word that was spoken... ...but I don't like the sound of that "Phoenix Freedom Express" one bit.
Phoenix:
Wait... Don't tell me you don't know what "Freedom Express" refers to?
Rayfa:
Augh!  Of course I know! D-Do not presume to know what I do not know! ........................
Phoenix:
(I'm no closer to understanding why someone would want the high priest dead... ...but given the use of the Warbaa'd Dagger and the existence of the warning letter... ...I'd say the rebel hunter disguised as Lady Kee'ra  is the real prime suspect. It might help if I knew a little more about this modern-day Lady Kee'ra. I wonder if anyone has any info on them... Hmm... Maybe the first thing I should do is to go someplace where locals like to gather.)
Talk
Any ideas?
Rayfa:
That woman you call Maya Fey is not to be trusted. I hear she is already twenty-eight, and yet, she is still as antsy as a maiden in her teens. Surely, she must be hiding something!
Phoenix:
(Actually, that's... just Maya being Maya.)
What to do
Phoenix:
So, what next?
Rayfa:
Hmm, let me think... Oh, I know!
Phoenix:
D-Dare I ask...
Rayfa:
Admit the accused's guilt, so we can go straight to the inevitable guilty verdict! That will solve everything!
Phoenix:
Why did I even ask...? I think I'll just keep on investigating.
Present
Lady Kee'ra's Warning
Rayfa:
Why is that warning letter comprised of paper cutouts?
Phoenix:
Probably because the author wanted to hide their identity. It's not a common technique these days, what with the spread of computers and printers.
Rayfa:
W-We have such modern conveniences here in Khura'in, too!
Phoenix:
I-I'm sure you do. (Not that I've ever actually seen any of them.)
May 10Khura'in - Bazaar
Phoenix:
I guess the bazaar is as good a place to start as any. Now, who should I... ...Hm?
Rayfa:
Hmm, I see... So that is what a "Freedom Express" is...
Phoenix:
(Consulting her pocket internet again, I see...)
???
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
That sounds like...
Ahlbi:
Is Miss Maya okay? I believe her, Mr. Wright. I know she didn't do it!
Rayfa:
...Do you now, boy?
Ahlbi:
P-Pohlkunkaaa! Y-Y-Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
You mustn't trust in lawyers, you... Hm? Are you not the accused from the last trial?
Ahlbi:
Oh, u-um...
Phoenix:
What's wrong, Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
Y-Your... Your Benevolence speaks... with the... um...
Rayfa:
You may speak in the vernacular, little monk. Now, what is your name?
Ahlbi:
Y-Yes, Your Benevolence! Ahlbi Ur'gaid, Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
Know this, Ahlbi: Your soul is only as clean or filthy as the company you keep.
Phoenix:
(I wish she'd stop insinuating that all lawyers are trash.)
Ahlbi:
P-Please forgive me, Your Benevolence, but Mr. Wright is a very trustworthy man. A-And I... I trust him as a lawyer!
Rayfa:
.........What's this?!
Ahlbi:
I-I'm sorry! ...F-Forgive my insolence!
Rayfa:
I-If a common boy such as he can place his trust in lawyers... ...it can only be because of my failure at the Hall of Justice the other day. Ooooooh...
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright! Her Benevolence has sunken to the ground!
Phoenix:
She must really feel responsible for what happened in court that day... Let's give her some breathing room for now. I'm sure she'll be back on her feet in no time. In the meantime, do you mind if I ask you some questions?
Ahlbi:
Of course not! I'm always glad to help!
Examine
Bird
Ahlbi:
Allow me to explain! This bird is known as a warbaa'd. It's only found here in Khura'in.
Phoenix:
Oh, right -- the bird Lady Kee'ra based herself on. It's a really beautiful bird. Tourists must love it.
Ahlbi:
They usually do. There's just one thing about it that's kind of hit or miss. Its unusual cry drives children to tears. It can even make some adults collapse in fear...
Phoenix:
(Maybe they should keep such a fearsome creature in a less crowded area...)
Yak
Phoenix:
Hey, Ahlbi, what's this cow-like animal?
Ahlbi:
It's a yak. They carry heavy loads and provide milk. They're indispensible partners in our daily lives.
Phoenix:
Interesting... Hey, they're kind of cute up-close!
Ahlbi:
Oh, and they are also prized for their meat. You know -- the meat you enjoyed so much last night.
Phoenix:
Oh... ("Partner" must mean something else here.)
Cart
Phoenix:
Look at all these vegetables...
Ahlbi:
Let's see... There's giah'pam, konuuro, and zabaas. And they're all freshly picked this morning!
Phoenix:
I've never heard of any of them. Maybe I'll buy some to see what they taste like. You want some, too, Ahlbi? My treat.
Ahlbi:
Really?! Thank you, sir! I'll take some of this, and this, oh, and this, too!
Phoenix:
.........Um, Ahlbi? That's quite a lot you've got there already, don't you think...?
Ahlbi:
But this is barely enough for a side dish!
Phoenix:
(I hope I brought enough money.)
Manhole
Phoenix:
(A manhole...? I guess they have a sewer system here in Khura'in. What am I thinking? Of course they do. That was ignorant of me...)
Poster
Phoenix:
(It's a poster. It looks like some kind of Khura'inese superhero. Why do all superheroes look the same, regardless of where they come from?)
Steaming buns
Ahlbi:
This is a really popular bun shop here in Khura'in!
Phoenix:
Ooh, they even sell magatah'man. Let's see... "1 magatah'man: 15 dahmas." ...Wait a second. Ahlbi, weren't you selling them for 20 dahmas apiece...?
Ahlbi:
The extra 5 dahmas is the service fee!
Phoenix:
(He's quite the shrewd businessman.)
Vertical sign
Phoenix:
(I can't read the sign, but this looks like a souvenir shop. It's too bad I don't have time to do some shopping right now... ...but I'll have to stop by here before I go back home. I'm sure everyone's expecting something... Especially Trucy.)
Gate or mountain
(The gate to Tehm'pul Temple... And at the top of those stairs is my home away from home. Just looking at them is making my back ache.)
Talk
The rebel hunter
Phoenix:
So what have you heard about the rebel hunter that was in the newspaper?
Ahlbi:
Everyone's overjoyed at her appearance! They say she's the modern-day Lady Kee'ra!
Phoenix:
(So they're treating this rebel hunter like a mysterious protector of the people, huh.)
Ahlbi:
People have been on edge recently, what with that jailbreak and stuff. I sure hope they catch that escaped prisoner soon!
Phoenix:
Escaped prisoner?
Ahlbi:
Yes, he was one of the vicious rebels that Lady Kee'ra had captured.
Phoenix:
So there's a hardened criminal on the loose? That IS bad news.
Ahlbi:
Yes, but the modern-day Lady Kee'ra is also super amazing! I mean, she takes down big, scary rebels all by herself.
Phoenix:
Yeah. That's not exactly something just anyone can do. (Someone that strong...)(...could've easily overpowered and killed the high priest.) Hmm... And what about that escaped prisoner, Ahlbi?
The escaped prisoner (appears after The rebel hunter)
Phoenix:
So, what's the escaped prisoner supposed to be like?
Ahlbi:
They say he's a vicious fiend who serves as Dhurke's right-hand man.
Phoenix:
Dhurke? As in the leader of that rebel group?
Ahlbi:
Yes! The escapee serves that dreadful master of the Defiant Dragons. They say the prisoner's a former soldier, and that he wields a big scary knife. Rumor has it, he's a cold-blooded killer to boot.
Phoenix:
He sounds like a really dangerous man.
Ahlbi:
He is. But the police still can't find him, even after an exhaustive search!
Phoenix:
...Wait. (I remember hearing about a prison...)
Rayfa:
There is a prison at the apex of this mountain.
Phoenix:
A prison? Way up there?
Phoenix:
The prison is at the top of the Inner Sanctum's mountain, right? How did he even break out?
Ahlbi:
No one really knows. He supposedly did it without any tools to speak of, too. Some say he must've fallen to his death. Personally, I'd like to believe he did... Otherwise, something like that terrible incident might happen again...
Phoenix:
Terrible incident...?
The terrible incident (appears after The escaped prisoner)
Phoenix:
What was that about a "terrible incident," Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
It happened before I was even born, but... ...Queen Amara -- the previous queen -- was assassinated. And it was the rebel leader Dhurke who did it.
Phoenix:
The previous queen was assassinated?! (That's kind of unsettling...)
Ahlbi:
Ooh... It was the terrible deed of a heinous sinner. I mean, to take the life of such a gentle queen?! Only someone with a dark, defiled soul could have done that.
Phoenix:
(They really take their queens seriously here. Like, god-worshipping level serious... It really would take someone pretty bold and blasphemous to assassinate one.)
Ahlbi:
Those Defiant Dragon rebels are not afraid to do anything to accomplish their goals! That's why, with that escaped prisoner on the loose... ...who knows who might be killed next!
Phoenix:
(So that's why the people of Khura'in are so afraid of that escapee. And why they want the rebel hunter to take him out, along with the other rebels.)
Move
Phoenix:
(Rayfa's still sitting slumped on the ground. I can't leave her here like this... ...so I guess I should keep talking to Ahlbi until she recovers.)
Phoenix:
So, is there anything else you can tell me about the rebel hunter Lady Kee'ra, Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
Umm, I was just thinking there was something else, but what was it...? Oh, yeah! Here!
Phoenix: What is it?
Ahlbi:
Shah'do found it!
Rayfa:
Why that's... the Warbaa'd Arrow!
Phoenix:
Feeling better now, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
This is no time to be feeling sorry for myself. For I am the crown princess of Khura'in! Now, let me see that, boy.
Ahlbi:
Y-Yes, Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
Hmm... It looks very much like one of the legendary weapons Lady Kee'ra once used in battle.
Phoenix:
A three-pronged arrow? (I could swear I've seen something resembling that arrowhead recently...) Where did Shah'do find it, Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
Near Abbot Inmee's house.
Phoenix:
(Near the victim's house, huh... Something tells me I'd better look into this.)
Warbaa'd Arrow added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Ahlbi, can I ask you to take me to the high priest's house?
Ahlbi:
...Y-Yes, of course!
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, he was married, wasn't he? And his wife is the one who usually plays the part of Lady Kee'ra in the Purification Rite. I should probably talk to her, too.)
Present
Warbaa'd Arrow
Phoenix:
So, that bird over there is a warbaa'd, right?
Ahlbi:
Yes, but they're endangered now.
Phoenix:
...I wonder how many of them were killed to make this arrow.
Ahlbi:
Oh... Would you like me to explain, sir?
Phoenix:
N-No, that's okay.
Tehmpul Temple
Present
Warbaa'd Arrow
Rayfa:
That is the Warbaa'd Arrow.
Phoenix:
I don't see the connection between this arrow and a warbaa'd, though.
Rayfa:
The feathers of a warbaa'd were used in its fletching. And its design was also inspired by the official bird of Khura'in.
Phoenix:
Wow, you were able to explain all that without Nayna.
Rayfa:
What did you just say?
Phoenix:
Um... N-Nothing! Never mind! (Why can't I ever keep my big mouth shut?!)
May 10High Priest's House
Phoenix:
(So this is where the high priest lived. Wait a minute. This is where they brought me when my back gave out. And the woman in front of that altar... She must be the high priest's wife...)
Examine
Woman
Leads to:
"Excuse me..."
Anywhere else
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Rayfa is glaring at me with a piercing look in her eyes. Guess it'd be rude to start poking around before saying hi to the high priest's wife...)
Phoenix:
Excuse me...
Beh'leeb:
...Yes? May I help you?
Phoenix:
I was hoping to speak with the high priest's wife. Are you she?
Rayfa:
Please forgive the intrusion, Lady Beh'leeb.
Beh'leeb:
Oh, my... Y-Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
Please, be at ease. What a terrible time this must be for you. I owe much to your husband. You have my deepest sympathies for your tragic loss.
Beh'leeb:
You honor me with your kind words. Look dear, the royal priestess has come to visit us. Yes... Mm-hm. ...What's that? ...Oh, of course... hee hee.
Phoenix:
(Sh- She's talking with his funeral picture!)
Beh'leeb:
My husband, too, is delighted that the royal priestess has graced us with her presence.
Rayfa:
Y-You can speak with Abbot Inmee?
Beh'leeb:
No, I don't possess the power to speak with the dead. But I can feel his presence. ...What's that? No, that can wait till later, dear.
Phoenix:
(Sh-She's definitely speaking with him!)
Beh'leeb:
...So, Your Benevolence. What is it that brings you to my humble abode?
Rayfa:
This lawyer is investigating your husband's death. And I am watching him to ensure he does not tamper with any of the evidence.
Phoenix:
I know this must be difficult, but could I ask you some questions? A good friend of mine has fallen under suspicion, you see.
Beh'leeb:
A friend of yours...? So then, you must be Maya's friend from the States... correct?
Phoenix:
That's right.
Beh'leeb:
...I'm sorry, but I'm still grieving. ...Isn't that right, dear?...Yes, I know.
Rayfa:
Abbot Inmee and his wife were one of the closest and most loving couples in Khura'in. If she is not ready to talk, I will not allow you to press her any further.
Phoenix:
(She did just lose the love of her life... It would be incredibly insensitive of me to force answers out of her right now. But I need to talk to her if I want to learn more about the high priest. Plus, there's the Warbaa'd Arrow that Ahlbi found near the house. There's too much I need to find out for me to leave just yet.) Um... Would it be okay if I stayed here for a little while?
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! Have you not been listening to a word I said?!
Phoenix:
Look, Your Benevolence. I'm sorry for her loss, but I'm running out of time. So what I will do is promise to leave if she doesn't change her mind.
Beh'leeb:
Please, let me talk to my husband about this. ...Yes. Mm-hm. I know... No, don't. Not in front of the royal priestess. Now, if you would excuse me.
Phoenix:
(Wh- What the heck were they even talking about?)
Rayfa:
You have but poured salt on her wounds. This is precisely why you lawyers are so despised!
Phoenix:
Urk! (I was just trying to help Maya's case. I didn't mean to hurt Mrs. Inmee...)
Rayfa:
Could it be that you actually possess a conscience?
Phoenix:
Of course I do! But I'm also desperate for information.
Rayfa:
...So, what do you plan to do now?
Phoenix:
Pass the time by looking around the room, I guess, and see if she changes her mind.
Rayfa:
Just see that you do not touch anything you should not.
Phoenix:
(Guess I should watch what I touch, then. Just in case Princess Rayfa gets mad at me...)
Examine
Altar
Phoenix:
What a magnificent altar.
Rayfa:
Of course it is magnificent -- it is for the Holy Mother, after all.
Phoenix:
The Holy Mother... Is she that faceless figure there?
Rayfa:
Such insolence! How do you not know who Her Holiness is on sight?! Do you seek to cross over into the Twilight Realm right this instant?
Phoenix:
S-Sorry! It won't happen again!
Rayfa:
...Hmph, this is why lawyers are so despised. Now listen well: Depicting Her Holiness's face is the greatest taboo in all of Khura'inism. There are none alive today who know what her face really looks like. And that includes the members of the royal family.
Phoenix:
Wow, now there's an unusual custom... (It's gotta be one heck of a secret if even the royal family can't know what she looks like.)
Poster
Phoenix:
A poster... of the mountains? Oh, the Inner Sanctum mountain is featured against those other towering peaks.
Rayfa:
Those beautiful mountains are known as the "Roof of Khura'in." Ah, and I see they have even included Mt. Poniponi in that poster.
Phoenix:
Mt. Poniponi? (Is that the smaller peak to the left?)
Rayfa:
Known as the "Little Sanctum," it is just west of the Inner Sanctum. Is it not also beautiful? But I suppose a lawyer with a defiled soul such as you could not perceive such beauty.
Phoenix:
N-No, that's not true! I think it's absolutely stunning!
Mountain Range Poster added to the Court Record.
Orb
Phoenix:
Is this... a piece of art of some sort?
Rayfa:
What a beautiful orb. ...Hm?
Phoenix:
Is something the matter?
Rayfa:
Barbed Head, take one step back!
Phoenix:
O-Okay... Done. Did you spot something?
Rayfa:
Yes, your dismal reflection. It was ruining the orb's beauty.
Phoenix:
D-Did you have to put it like that, Your Benevolence?
TV
Phoenix:
What show is this?
Rayfa:
It is "The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm." It is based on Lady Kee'ra and is the number- one action-hero show in Khura'in.
Phoenix:
"The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm"?
Rayfa:
Yes, it is an entirely original show created right here in our kingdom.
Phoenix:
(I'm not so sure about its "originality," given its overall look and that theme song...)
Rayfa:
Is something the matter?
Phoenix:
Well, it's just, we have an action-hero show back home that is really similar to this. (I'm guessing this show's why Maya is so into Lady Kee'ra... Honestly, the theme song is exactly the same as the one for Maya's favorite show... ..."The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo." It's a popular action-hero series filmed right in LA. Set in a city known as Neo Olde Tokyo, it pits the Steel Samurai in mortal combat... ...against his nemesis, the Evil Magistrate.)  (Maya's collected DVDs and merchandise from that series as long as I've known her.) The Plumed Punisher seems awfully similar to the Steel Samura--
Rayfa:
The Plumed Punisher originated HERE, in Khura'in. Is that clear, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Benevolence! (Note to self: Never suggest that again.)
Wastebasket
Phoenix:
This looks like a wastebasket... Hey, there's an envelope sticking out. (Hmm... There are three holes in a row near the top. Now, where have I seen holes like these before?)
Rayfa:
Scrounging around in other people's garbage like some stray dog... You are a pitiful creature, indeed.
Phoenix:
Um... What does it say here? (Say what you will, but I've got a job to do!)
Rayfa:
It says, "To the high priest." Hmph... You cannot even read? You are even more pitiful than I had thought.
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks. And I will keep your words of wisdom in mind, Your Benevolence. (Guess I should've studied some Khura'inese before I came...) So the envelope was addressed to the high priest, huh? ...But it's empty. Still, there's something about it... I'd better hang on to it.
Envelope added to the Court Record.
Wastebasket (again)
Rayfa:
Barbed Head, it appears you are quite fond of rummaging through the garbage.
Phoenix:
I just thought there might be some other important piece of evidence in here.
Rayfa:
Oh, is that right? ..................
Phoenix:
...Look, I'm not doing this for fun! Really! (Doesn't look like there's anything else of interest in there.)
Spiked cushion
Phoenix:
Wh-What is this scary-looking spiky thing?
Rayfa:
It is a floor cushion for heightening a practitioner's mental focus. Your ignorance astounds me. There is not a soul in Khura'in who would not recognize this.
Phoenix:
A floor cushion? You mean you're supposed to sit on this?
Rayfa:
Hmph. How else would you suggest it be used?
Phoenix:
(It looks like a torture device to me.)
Wanted poster
Phoenix:
Oh, it's a wanted poster for the rebel escapee everyone's talking about.
Rayfa:
What? Let me see that. "Datz Are'bal, senior member of insurgent leadership, and former paratrooper of a..." "...foreign land. Wanted for crimes against the kingdom. Considered armed and dangerous."
Phoenix:
(So he's ex-military, huh...)
Rayfa:
His appearance alone exudes menace. He must be captured at once.
Wanted Poster added to the Court Record.
Rayfa:
...Hm?
Phoenix:
Is something wrong?
Rayfa:
The bounty is three million dahmas -- money that comes out of the people's tax payments. I shall have it lowered to about one million dahmas.
Phoenix:
...You seem unexpectedly concerned with the people's welfare.
Rayfa:
"Unexpectedly"? How rude! Nayna has always taught me that "kingdoms that do not value its people come to ruin." As crown princess, it is only natural that I care for my people!
Phoenix:
How about sending some of that kindness this way?
Rayfa:
Hmm... Well, I suppose I could... ...If you quit being a lawyer, and paid taxes to our kingdom, that is!
Phoenix:
(Oh well. It was worth a shot...)
Board game
Phoenix:
This game looks kind of like checkers or chess.
Rayfa:
You mean to say you have never heard of Kachu'demahl? I have heard people describe it as "Khura'inese chess."
Phoenix:
So two players take turns moving their pieces in a bid to capture the other's king?
Rayfa:
Not quite. In Kachu'demahl, the object is the utter annihilation of your opponent. Furthermore, each piece has a special move that can only be used once per game.
Phoenix:
(Special moves? It sounds like a game right up Maya's alley...)
Bag
Phoenix:
There's a Steel Samurai patch on this bag. Guess the bag must be Maya's. She probably left it here while she was performing that rite.
Portraits
Phoenix:
(Isn't this that justice minister I met? But who's the woman in the picture next to him? She looks really important. Could she be the Queen of Khura'in?)
Rayfa:
Lady Beh'leeb has not had a change of heart, and simply waiting shall not change that.
Phoenix:
C-Can't we wait just a little longer? (I wonder if she'll ever open up?)
???:
Oh, you're still here.
Rayfa:
Lady Beh'leeb...
Phoenix:
Mrs. Inmee... Do you think you're ready to talk?
Beh'leeb:
...Is it okay with you, dear? ...Yes. Yes, I will let him know.
Rayfa:
Lady Beh'leeb, you don't have to speak to this lawyer if it is not your wish.
Beh'leeb:
No, it's quite all right. If my husband were still with us, he would say... "As much as it pains me to have my lovely wife speak on such matters..." "...if it would help to find the truth... then ask whatever you may."
Phoenix:
O-Okay, I'll take you up on your generous offer. (Wait... Did Mrs. Inmee call herself "lovely" just now?)
Rayfa:
Well, whatever are you waiting for?! Ask your questions quickly, so your departure may be just as swift!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, of course...
Talk
Tahrust Inmee
Phoenix:
Do you have any idea why your husband might have been killed? Was he acting different or doing anything out-of-the-ordinary lately?
Beh'leeb:
No, I don't recall anything of the sort. ........................
Phoenix:
(Argh, this is really difficult.) Did anybody have a grudge against him?
Beh'leeb:
He was a kind man, and one of peace. He would never do anything that would cause someone to bear a grudge against him.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Th-These are... Psyche-Locks! This means Mrs. Inmee is trying to hide something from me. This is the magatama Maya gave me all those years ago... ...and it has a really amazing power. It reacts when someone is hiding something... ...and allows me to see the Psyche-Locks that are holding that person's mind shut. Whenever I see any... ...I only have to touch my magatama (X) to try and unlock them. Unlocking them all usually allows me to coax the truth out of someone.)
Tahrust Inmee (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Phoenix:
Are you sure there was no one who held a grudge against your husband?
Beh'leeb:
He was a kind and gentle soul. He would have never done anything to make someone want to harm him.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Psyche-Locks... I'll have to unlock them before I can get any more information out of her.)
Magatama
Phoenix:
-- The High Priest --
Phoenix:
(Psyche-Locks... They appeared when I asked her whether 
anyone held a grudge against her husband. That must mean... ...that Mrs. Inmee thought of someone who just might have such a grudge. Let's just stir the pot a little and see what happens.) Mrs. Inmee, I have an idea who your husband's real killer might be.
Beh'leeb:
That would be Maya, would it not?
Phoenix:
No, of course not. It has to be someone with a motive to kill him. This is who I believe had a reason to kill your husband.
The escaped prisoner
Phoenix:
I believe the escaped prisoner killed your husband. He probably thought that your husband would get in the way of his escape plan.
Beh'leeb:
But were that the case, wouldn't Maya have been slain as well?
Phoenix:
Oh, you're right. (Guess I'd better find someone else with a possible motive...)
Beh'leeb:
So you see, Maya must have been the killer.
Phoenix:
No, it had to have been someone else.
Leads back to:
"This is who I believe had a reason to kill your husband."
Lady Kee'ra
Leads to:
"It was the rebel hunter disguised as Lady Kee'ra."
The rebel Dhurke
Phoenix:
The rebel leader Dhurke killed your husband. He did it to stop the Purification Rite.
Beh'leeb:
He must despise Lady Kee'ra for capturing his fellow insurgents. But were that the case, wouldn't he have slain Maya for playing the part of Lady Kee'ra?
Phoenix:
...G- Good point. (All right, so it wasn't Dhurke. Time to think about who else might've had a motive.)
Beh'leeb:
So you see, Maya must've been the killer.
Phoenix:
No, it had to have been someone else.
Leads back to:
"This is who I believe had a reason to kill your husband."
Phoenix:
It was the rebel hunter disguised as Lady Kee'ra. Everyone's talking about her. 
Beh'leeb:
"I know not of what you speak."
Phoenix:
Really? Because she even made the front page recently.
Beh'leeb:
"Kwah kah kah kah kah!" "I am but a humble servant of Lady Kee'ra." "What reason would she have to kill someone as insignificant as I?"
Phoenix:
Actually... I have something that just might show why Lady Kee'ra would kill Abbot Inmee. 
Present Lady Kee'ra's Warning
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is a letter of warning from Lady Kee'ra."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Beh'leeb:
I don't see how that's connected with my husband -- or Lady Kee'ra, for that matter.
Phoenix:
R- Really? B-But doesn't this part here remind you of your husband?
Beh'leeb:
What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
Um, then... take a look at this part here! It really resembles Lady Kee'ra, doesn't it!
Beh'leeb:
I am not seeing this "resemblance."
Phoenix:
S-Sorry. It looks like I was mistaken... (That's strange. I could swear I had something that could prove... ...that the high priest was being threatened by Lady Kee'ra.)
Beh'leeb:
It seems there really was no connection between my husband and Lady Kee'ra.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I beg to differ.
Leads back to:
"I have something that just might show why Lady Kee'ra would kill Abbot Inmee."
Phoenix:
This is a letter of warning from Lady Kee'ra. Maya found it. It was in the Inner Sanctum -- and only Maya and your husband were there at the time.
Beh'leeb:
Augh!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
This letter reached its intended recipient, your husband -- the high priest -- didn't it?
Beh'leeb:
And how do you know Maya wasn't lying to you? Because I've never seen that letter before, and I doubt my husband ever did, either.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but... I have evidence that proves this warning was meant for your husband.
Present Envelope
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Wh-What's that?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This proves that the warning was meant for your husband.
Beh'leeb:
Um... I'm afraid I don't understand.
Phoenix:
No, I believe you do. Please take a good look.
Beh'leeb:
..................
Phoenix:
.........Still drawing a blank, huh. (Maybe I should really compare the warning letter with the rest of the evidence again...)
Beh'leeb:
I don't believe the warning has anything to do with my husband.
Phoenix:
No, this warning was meant for him.
Leads back to:
"I have evidence that proves this warning was meant for your husband."
Beh'leeb:
Wh-What's that?
Phoenix:
It's an envelope... addressed to the high 
priest. The warning letter was delivered to your husband inside this, wasn't it?
Beh'leeb:
Augh!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Beh'leeb:
"...What nonsense is this?" "How can you prove the warning was delivered in this envelope?"
Phoenix:
(Hmm... There's gotta be some way to prove it... Wait a second. Don't the envelope and the warning letter have something in common?) ...I think there just might be something that links the envelope to the warning letter.
Beh'leeb:
"There is?!"
Phoenix:
Yes, and that proof is right here on the warning letter. This spot on the warning letter proves that it was delivered in that envelope!
Present holes
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The three holes in the envelope..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Beh'leeb:
This spot?
Phoenix:
Um, no, a little lower. Oh, no, a little to the right. Errr... maybe it was all in my mind?
Beh'leeb:
.........Are you trying to be funny? At a time like this?
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... (Didn't the envelope and warning letter have something in common?)
Beh'leeb:
It seems the envelope was for some other letter, and not this warning.
Phoenix:
No, I'm positive the warning letter was in the envelope addressed to the high priest. Look at this spot on the warning letter. It shows that the letter was in that envelope!
Phoenix:
The three holes in the envelope... ...are in the same shape and arrangement as the holes in the warning letter. And if you fold the letter in thirds and place it in the envelope, the holes line up.
Beh'leeb:
Augh!
Phoenix:
As for what made the holes... I believe it was this...!
Present Warbaa'd Arrow
Leads to:
"They were made by this Warbaa'd Arrow -- one of the weapons favored by Lady Kee'ra."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Beh'leeb:
What do you think about this, dear?
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I'd rather hear your opinion, Mrs. Inmee.
Beh'leeb: "There are limits to the jests that will be tolerated, lawyer!"
Phoenix:
S-Sorry! (So it wasn't this... I'd better take another look at the shape of the holes in the warning and envelope.)
Beh'leeb:
There was never any connection between my husband's murder and Lady Kee'ra, it seems.
Phoenix:
No, the holes in the warning and the envelope can both be linked to her.
Leads back to:
"As for what made the holes... I believe it was this...!"
Phoenix:
They were made by this Warbaa'd Arrow -- one of the weapons favored by Lady Kee'ra. The warning was folded in thirds, placed in the envelope addressed to the high priest... ...and delivered to your husband on the points of this arrow!
Beh'leeb:
Eeeeeek!
1 LOCK BROKENUnlock Successful
Tahrust Inmee (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Phoenix:
...Are you ready to tell me the truth now?
Beh'leeb:
.................. I admit the warning was sent to my husband. But he was not an insurgent.
Phoenix:
Then why did you keep it a secret?
Beh'leeb:
Because... the authorities might've suspected him of being one if I hadn't.
Phoenix:
(I guess that makes sense... If the rebel hunter was after him, I can see how people might at least suspect.)
Beh'leeb:
We are a Khura'inist kingdom. As such, rising up against the monarchy... ...is the same as blaspheming Khura'inism itself.
Phoenix:
Your husband was a devout priest of Khura'inism... ...and you feared that his good name would be tarnished if the warning went public.
Beh'leeb:
...Yes.
Phoenix:
(That makes sense, but is it the honest truth? What if the high priest really was a rebel? The rebel hunter would've had a motive to kill him. Still...)
Beh'leeb:
..................
Phoenix:
(This just doesn't feel like the right time to ask her about it.)
The warning (after Tahrust Inmee)
Phoenix:
Could you tell me a little more about the warning?
Beh'leeb:
It arrived about three days before the Purification Rite. When we woke that morning, it was already there by the side of our bed.
Phoenix:
It was by the side of your bed?
Beh'leeb:
Yes. We had the whole house locked up tight. And yet, someone still managed to slip in. Oh, it was so frightening, wasn't it, dear?
Phoenix:
But you didn't contact the police... ...because you didn't want them to suspect your husband of being a rebel?
Beh'leeb:
...That's right. If only we had told the police, maybe Tahrust would still be alive today.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Beh'leeb:
What is that badge for?
Phoenix:
It's the attorney's badge used in my country.
Beh'leeb:
Yes... Mm-hm. ...I agree, dear.
Beh'leeb:
My husband says I should have nothing to do with lawyers.
Phoenix:
It's not like we top the popularity charts back home, but c'mon! Can't a lawyer get a break?
Tahrust's Autopsy Report
Beh'leeb:
My husband's...
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! Do you not consider the consequences of your actions?!
Phoenix:
Oh, um... sorry. That was pretty inconsiderate of me.
Beh'leeb:
Oh...? Is that so? You really are a kind soul, dear.
Beh'leeb:
...My husband says he forgives you.
Phoenix:
Th-Thank you.
Beh'leeb:
"I understand that you're desperate, but do not cause my lovely wife undue pain." "Do I make myself clear... Lawyer?"
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, ma'am! Er, I mean, sir!
Wanted Poster
Beh'leeb:
Why, that is the escaped criminal who has all of Khura'in astir.
Beh'leeb:
When I think how he might still be lurking about, I get so scared, I can't sleep at night.
Phoenix:
(I don't blame her, considering she just suddenly lost her husband.)
Beh'leeb:
Yes... Mm-hm... Really, dear?
Beh'leeb:
...My husband said he would protect me if that escaped criminal shows up.
Phoenix:
(By "protect," does she mean she'll pummel the escapee with her husband's portrait?)
Beh'leeb:
"Oh, lovely wife... No need to fret, my dear." "My only regret is that I left you all alone..."
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! That is quite enough!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, you're probably right. Mrs. Inmee, I'm sorry to have bothered you at such a difficult time.
Beh'leeb:
...Don't be silly. I'm happy if I have helped.
Beh'leeb:
"Your Benevolence..." "May you swiftly shine light upon the truth."
Rayfa:
Barbed Head. You seem bent on casting suspicion upon Lady Kee'ra. And by doing so, you seek to deflect the blame from the real killer, Maya Fey. That is the only logical conclusion.
Phoenix:
...Gnrk! (I'm in no position to disprove her at this point. If only I could find something to support my theory that the high priest was a rebel... The only other person who might know more about Abbot Inmee would be Maya. They might be done questioning her by now. Maybe I'll stop by the detention center.)
Rayfa:
My mother has said what...? Hm, it seems I must go.
Phoenix:
Did something happen?
Rayfa:
Yes. My mother has decreed that a rite shall be held for the high priest's passing. And that she shall conduct the Prayer of Lament therein.
Beh'leeb:
Her Eminence has so decreed, has she?! Oh, but she should not concern herself with a humble priest like my husband.
Rayfa:
No, it is only natural, considering his meritorious service. The rite will be held at the palace. You are to 
accompany me there at once, Lady Beh'leeb.
Beh'leeb:
Thank you, Your Benevolence. My husband is most delighted, too.
Phoenix:
How wonderful for you, Mrs. Inmee. (A direct decree from the queen. That must be quite an honor.)
Rayfa:
Barbed Head, you are coming as well.
Phoenix:
Huh? B-But I don't have much time left to investigate...
Rayfa:
As the one charged with monitoring you, you must remain within my sight at all times. Besides, it will take but a moment. Now, come along!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Arguing the point will probably just make things worse for me. I'd better let her have her way this time.)
May 10Ga'ran Palace - Audience Chamber
Ga'ran:
Welcome, Lady Beh'leeb.
Phoenix:
(So this is the queen of Khura'in...)
Rayfa:
What is wrong with you, Barbed Head?!  Show some respect!
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh,  um... (Sh-Should I bow?  Or prostrate myself?)
Ga'ran:
...No, it is quite all right. Stay as you are.
Rayfa:
Mother...
Beh'leeb:
...Your Eminence, I would like to give thanks to you. You honor both me and my husband.
Ga'ran:
His exemplary service deserves to be honored. Oh, but what a terribly trying time this must be for you, Lady Beh'leeb. May my prayer comfort your soul, and that of your dearly departed husband. Nothing would please me more.
Beh'leeb:
Oh, Your Eminence.  Your words are wasted on my humble husband and I... *sniffle*
Phoenix:
(Now that's what I call a commanding presence.)
Ga'ran:
So, you are the lawyer of whom my daughter speaks.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Eminence! I am so very honored to make your... n-noble acquaintanceship. I-I'm humbled to bask in your... (Ack... Did I overdo it?  I have no idea how to talk to a queen.)
Ga'ran:
Ho ho...  May the Holy Mother's blessing be upon you. Now then, Lady Beh'leeb.  Let us go to the Chamber of Prayer. Rayfa, you are to accompany us, too.
Rayfa:
Yes, Mother.
Phoenix:
(Wow, the queen is seriously something else.)
???:
Heh.  The Prayer of Lament, huh...
Inga:
Don't see how that'll do any good.
Phoenix:
(I-It's... Justice Minister Inga!)
Inga:
Hm? Who're you, buddy?
Phoenix:
N-Nice to see you again, Minister Inga.
Inga:
Again? Have we met?
Phoenix:
I'm Phoenix Wright.  We met in the accused lobby the other day.
Inga:
Oh, right.  Blue suit, jagged hair... You're that lawyer who brought my daughter down a peg or two.
Phoenix:
Your... daughter?
Inga:
Yeah, Rayfa.
Phoenix:
(He's Princess Rayfa's father? So he's Queen Ga'ran's husband?)
Inga:
You planning on sticking your fat nose in this mess, too?
Phoenix:
The accused is a good friend of mine.
Inga:
Like I said the last time... ...you better watch yourself, see?
Phoenix:
Um, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Inga:
You want to question me?
Phoenix:
That would be great.
Inga:
Heh heh heh heh! You got balls, for a lawyer!  Guess I can play along a bit. But I got things to do, see? So we'll have to talk while I work.
Examine
Inga:
Hey, keep your paws off that stuff over there. It's all pretty pricey -- more than you could possibly imagine, I'd wager.
Phoenix:
(Yeah... I'd better keep my hands to myself.)
Talk
This incident
Phoenix:
I wanted to let you know that I'll be the defense lawyer on this case, too.
Inga:
Well, don't say I didn't warn you. You only won last time 'cause that idiotic prosecutor filed false charges. But it's gonna be different this time. I got Khura'in's top prosecutor on this one, see?
Phoenix:
I don't care who I go up against. I'm going to prove my client innocent.
Inga:
You haven't forgotten that little thing called the Defense Culpability Act, have you? Blow this one, and you'll suffer the same fate as the accused.
Phoenix:
How could I forget?
Inga:
Heh, you lawyers are all the same. You strut your stuff till the DC Act comes down hard. Then you start begging and pleading for your lives. It's really hard to watch, I tell you.
Phoenix:
W-Well, I don't plan on letting it come to that.
Defense Culpability Act
Phoenix:
Were you the one who wrote the Defense Culpability Act?
Inga:
Heh, maybe I did, maybe I didn't. What's it to you? Either way, as justice minister I'm gonna enforce the thing.
Phoenix:
.........!
Inga:
It started as a way to counter the dirty tricks of your trade like falsified evidence. But it turned out to be quite handy... Efficient, even!
Phoenix:
Handy...? Efficient...?
Inga:
Yeah, made my job reeeal easy. Any goons who cross me or the Ga'ran administration... ...are gonna get just what they deserve, especially those rebel scum!
Phoenix:
......! You can get away with that here?
Inga:
Better watch your mouth, lawyer. I enforce the law in Khura'in, see? And being that I'm the queen's husband, that makes me king!
Phoenix:
(.........Um, no... I'm pretty sure the queen is the boss around here.)
Inga:
Go on, say what you're thinking so I can charge you with lese-majesty.
Phoenix:
Urk! (I can't get myself arrested now.)
Inga:
Listen up, lawyer. We got a low crime rate and a populace that lives in peace. And that's all thanks to the DC Act. So I don't want to hear any more lip about it.
Phoenix:
But I can't defend my client unless I can speak my mind.
Inga:
Heh, even without the DC Act, Dhurke and his insurgent scum buddies' days are numbered.
Phoenix:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean?!
Inga:
Let's just say... I got a little trick up my sleeve. So I'd watch it if I were you. 'Cause you got a defiant attitude -- like one o' them dragon dupes.
Present
Anything
Inga:
Where do you get off sticking that thing in my face? You forget who you're dealing with? Don't poke your nose where it don't belong. Or do you want a spot on my execution list?
Phoenix:
N-No, I'm good! (I'd better end this conversation now, before I really rub him the wrong way.)
Move
Phoenix:
(I bet it'd tick him off if I left now. I should talk to him a bit, and see what he knows.)
Inga:
Say, White, you know what these are?
Phoenix:
...No, what?
Inga:
Orders of execution. They really pile up if I start slacking off.
Phoenix:
...What?
Inga:
And tomorrow, I'll have even more work to do... processing the one for your little friend. And if you really do defend her, I'll have to add one more to the pile for you. But you're not stupid enough to waste your life on that criminal, are ya?
Phoenix:
(Don't worry, I'll make sure to lighten your workload, Inga... I won't give you a single execution order to sign tomorrow!)
Rayfa:
I have returned, Barbed Head.
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence. Are you done with the rite?
Rayfa:
Yes. It was performed flawlessly. Lady Beh'leeb stayed behind to speak with Mother.
Phoenix:
(I hope this will help ease her sorrow, even if just a little.)
Rayfa:
So, you have been speaking with my father?
Phoenix:
Yes, you could say that.
Rayfa:
My father is a great man. He works tirelessly to keep the peace in our kingdom. Khura'in as it stands today owes everything to the efforts of my mother and my father. You should feel deeply honored. Under normal circumstances, they would have never spoken so readily with a lawyer.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, of course. (It seems Rayfa doesn't know what her father is really like.) Well, now that we're done here, let's go see if I can talk to Maya now.
May 10Detention Center
Maya:
Oh, it's you, Nick!
Phoenix:
Maya, are you okay? The questioning wasn't too harsh, was it?
Maya:
No, I'm all right. How about you? Make any progress?
Phoenix:
Well, I haven't found any conclusive evidence that could prove your innocence... ...but I have a small lead.
Maya:
Really?
Phoenix:
But for right now, I'd like to ask you about the high priest.
Maya:
Sure, ask away. ...By the way, what's the princess doing with you still, Nick? Doesn't she have anything better to do?
Phoenix:
Doesn't seem like it...
Rayfa:
I heard that! How rude! Of course I have many other things I could be doing! 
Talk
The high priest
Phoenix:
It's just a thought, but... do you think the high priest could've been a rebel?
Maya:
A rebel?! Why would you even think that?!
Phoenix:
Because if he was... ...then  the rebel hunter Lady Kee'ra would've had a motive to kill him.
Rayfa:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaat?!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Princess Rayfa overheard me.)
Rayfa:
Wh-Wh-What idiocy is this?! Abbot Inmee, a rebel?! It is beyond the pale! My mother has offered the Prayer of Lament to his soul! That is the sort of person he was!
Phoenix:
All right, all right. I was just raising the possibility.
Rayfa:
I will not listen to such...  such...  tomfoolery!
Phoenix:
(...She stormed out. Oh, well, nothing we can do about that.) Do you recall the high priest doing anything suspicious?
Maya:
Hmm... Come to think of it, he seemed unusually restless during the rite. He kept glancing up at the sky, though I have no idea why.
Phoenix:
...He was restless and kept looking up at the sky? Hmm, that doesn't really tell us much, does it? Anything else come to mind?
Maya:
...Sorry, that's about it.
Phoenix:
(Guess this is all I'm going to learn about the high priest right now. Oh, but there is one thing I should follow up on...)
Maya:
I want to keep my spirit channeling ability a secret while I'm here, Nick.
Phoenix:
What? Why?
Maya:
I'll, um... explain later.
Phoenix:
(With Princess Rayfa gone, this might be my only chance.)
Channeling (Replaces The high priest)
Phoenix:
Maya, about what you said earlier... Why can't you tell anyone you're able to channel spirits?
Maya:
Oh, that! You know how all the queens are also spirit mediums here?
Phoenix:
I heard. It was kind of a shock at first, though.
Maya:
In Khura'inism, spirit channeling is a secret art that can only be performed by the queen. No one else is supposed to be able to do it.
Phoenix:
I see. So spirit channeling is a symbol of power or authority, then, in that sense. I can see why it would look bad if a "nobody" from another country were able to do it, too.
Maya:
Spirit Channeling in the Kurain Tradition... ...was developed from a Khura'inist style that was brought to the U.S. via Japan. But it seems like my clan's spiritual power is greater than that of the average Khura'inese. It may be a quirk due to how our styles diverged, but I don't really know.
Phoenix:
(So, if spirit channeling is a power possessed only by the queens of Khura'in... ...and it's a power that somehow made its way down the line to Maya... ...then I guess that makes Queen Ga'ran and Princess Rayfa distant relatives of Maya's...?)
Maya:
Anyway, it's not like there's some kind of rule about it. It's just, I'd rather not have it become an issue or anything. That's why mediums who come here to train hide the fact that they can channel spirits.
Phoenix:
I see... (I had no idea it was so complicated.)
Maya:
Either way, training here is a must to fulfill the qualification needed to become the master.
Phoenix:
And what is this qualification to become the master?
Maya:
To be able to channel spirits of one's own volition and without fail every time. Like, remember how my spirit channeling was always hit or miss? I only ever succeeded about thirty percent of the time.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, and it was more like spirits possessed her, as apposed to her channeling them...) So you can do it every single time now, whenever you want?
Maya:
Yep! ...At least, I think.
Phoenix:
You think?
Maya:
Well, I haven't actually tried channeling anyone since I completed my training here. But once I get back home, I plan on taking the final spirit medium test. I'll have to try channeling one spirit after another in a marathon channeling session!
Phoenix:
Only those who pass the test are worthy of becoming the master, huh?
Maya:
Yeah, but I know I can do it. I'm going to ace that test and become the next master! After all, I can't let my clan and the other villagers down.
Phoenix:
(Right... Maya's the next big hope of Kurain Village. That's got to be a lot of pressure.) So, speaking of similarities... ...I've noticed another similarity between our countries besides spirit channeling. I saw a show on TV earlier that reminded me of "The Steel Samurai."
Maya:
Oh, you must mean "The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm"!
The Plumed Punisher (appears after Channeling)
Maya:
So, you've already seen "The Plumed Punisher"? You really don't miss a beat!
Phoenix:
Actually, it was Her Benevolence who told me all about it.
Rayfa:
There is not a single person in Khura'in who does not know of it.
Phoenix:
Oh, Your Benevolence. You're back.
Rayfa:
As the royal priestess, I am charged with monitoring your movements. So, I have changed my mind. For in order to fulfill my duty... ...I must not avert my ears -- not even from your blasphemous theories.
Phoenix:
(Her sense of duty is commendable... ...but I wouldn't mind if she backed off a bit.)
Maya:
Great timing, Your Benevolence. There's, actually, something I wanted to show off to the both of you.
Phoenix:
Show off? (Maya sure seems excited all of a sudden...)
Maya:
Yup! Ta-daaaah!
Phoenix:
Wh- What's that?
Maya:
It's an ultra-rare Plumed Punisher strap! There's only one of them in the whole world! It was specially made to promote the TV show!
Rayfa:
Y-You're the owner of this strap?! 
Phoenix:
Don't tell me... you're a Plumed Punisher fan, too, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
N-No, of course not. Only little children watch that show! I have no interest in such things!
Phoenix:
Right...
Rayfa:
No, I am telling the truth!
Phoenix:
...Sure, let's just leave it at that. ...So, how did you get your hands on that, Maya?
Maya:
Eh heh heh! I found a kindred spirit in a Plumed Punisher fan here in Khura'in! It resulted in an exchange of cultures transcending national borders!
Phoenix:
And by cultural exchange, you mean you swapped TV show promo merchandise?
Maya:
You bet! I traded my Steel Samurai watch for this strap. It's a super rare watch that plays The Steel Samurai theme song when the alarm goes off. My newfound Khura'inese friend was so happy, I got this one-of-a-kind strap in return!
Phoenix:
I guess there are people like that wherever you go -- even here in Khura'in...
Maya:
Watch this! When you press the magatama on her belt,  it plays the show's theme song!
Phoenix:
That sounds just like The Steel Samurai theme song.
Maya:
What are you talking about? Can't you hear the folk instruments in the intro and the exotic tones throughout? Plus, the Steel Samurai has Japanese taiko drums that go... ...daka don-don-don in the intro!
Plumed Punisher Strap added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Umm, right...Guess my ears just aren't as good as yours.
Maya:
Anyway, I have this amazing idea for a new show. "The Plumed Punisher vs. The Steel Samurai"! I'm going to totally go pitch it to some TV stations when I get back home! It's going to be a huge hit! Right, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
I-I have no interest in such things!
Phoenix:
(Well, if nothing else... ...talking about "The Plumed Punisher" has, thankfully, seemed to cheer Maya up a bit.) It's getting late. Try to get some sleep, okay, Maya? And leave tomorrow to me.
Maya:
...Okay. Thanks, Nick.
Phoenix:
(I think I've covered just about everything. Time to head back to the temple and go over everything I've learned so far.)
Present
Lady Kee'ra's Warning
Phoenix:
Why would Lady Kee'ra want to stop the Purification Rite? ...Ooh, I know!
Phoenix:
You do?
Maya:
Yeah! Because she's only got the one outfit and nothing to change into!
Phoenix:
You'd think she'd have normal clothes for when she's not busy rebel hunting, Maya...
Talk
Any ideas?
Rayfa:
My father is a great man with a gentle soul, is he not?
Phoenix:
Yes, well... (Are we talking about the same person here?)
Rayfa:
You, too, could become a man of upstanding character if you learned from his example.
Phoenix:
S-Sure... (Upstanding character? Him...?)
Rayfa:
...I care little for that tone of yours. It is as if you do not agree!
Phoenix:
N- No, you have it all wrong! (Why is my face always such an open book?!)
What to do
Rayfa:
You have visited the accused a number of times already. Could it be you are smuggling in tools one at a time for a jailbreak?
Phoenix:
Of course not! Besides, you've been watching me like a hawk!
Rayfa:
Well then, perhaps you are cutting the bars in the visitor's room bit by bit.
Phoenix:
How on earth would I even do that?! 
Rayfa:
With that barbed head of yours, of course.
Phoenix:
Now this is getting ridiculous...
Rayfa:
Heh, of course it is. I'm merely having a little fun here.
Phoenix:
Well, please don't have it at my expense! (I'm mentally taxed enough already...!)
Present
Wanted Poster
Rayfa:
Ah, the escaped prisoner... He has the very face of evil. It actually reminds me of you... lawyer.
Phoenix:
I hardly think I look that scary.
Rayfa:
Hmph. Do not doubt my all-seeing eye in such matters, Barbed Head. It is the appearance of your mitamah that reminds me of his evil face.
Phoenix:
Well, if we're talking about my soul, I guess I just have to trust your professional opinion. (If it wasn't for the express purpose of making me out to be a criminal, that is.)
Plumed Punisher Strap
Rayfa:
Do not flaunt that strap before me!
Phoenix:
You know, I get the feeling you really want this for yourself, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
You... youuu... nincompoop! You know not of what you speak! I desired it so dearly, that I had all of our retainers dispatch multiple postcards for it.
Phoenix:
(All right, then. It seems "really want" was an understatement.)
High Priest's House
Examine
Portraits
Phoenix:
Pictures of the queen and her husband, the Justice Minister of Khura'in.
Rayfa:
Yes, my mother and my father. What do you think? Do they not possess an awe-inspiring air?
Phoenix:
Oh, um... ( "Terrifying" is more the word I would use...)
Rayfa:
Well?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes! They are very awe-inspiring!
Present
Plumed Punisher Strap
Beh'leeb:
Th-That's...!
Phoenix:
It's a strap that Maya received. Would you happen to know anything about it?
Beh'leeb:
...It's for the Plumed Punisher action hero.
Rayfa:
Of course she knows, Barbed Head! It's only the most popular show in all of Khura'in!
Beh'leeb:
It would seem... that the royal priestess is more familiar with the matter than I.
Rayfa:
What?! N-No! I was... simply advocating on behalf of the show's fans!
May 10Tehm'pul Temple
Phoenix:
(It's getting late. Won't be long till sundown.)
???:
Mr. Wright, Your Benevolence!
Ahlbi:
Are you done with your investigation for today?
Phoenix:
Pretty much. I thought I'd go over what I've learned so far. Care to join me?
Ahlbi:
Yes! Please allow me to help!
Phoenix:
Okay. First, we know that the high priest received a warning three days ago. It was from someone claiming to be Lady Kee'ra, and it told him not to perform the rite.
Ahlbi:
That's right! It was that rebel hunter. But what of it?
Phoenix:
That's what I'm not sure of yet. Why would Lady Kee'ra want to stop the rite?
Ahlbi:
If you could solve that mystery...
Phoenix:
Right. I could figure out her motive for threatening the high priest. It might be the break I need, but I just don't know enough right now to act on that lead.
Rayfa:
How unfortunate for you, Barbed Head. Your only hope is pure speculation. That shall not stand up in the Hall of Justice. You have no actual proof of Lady Kee'ra's involvement in this crime, after all.
Phoenix:
(Yeah...The warning letter alone can't prove who killed the high priest.)
Rayfa:
I'll give you one last chance to withdraw before you are charged under the DC Act.
Ahlbi:
Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
While it is true you did not forge or suppress any evidence... ...that is, perhaps, a product of my careful monitoring of your every move.
Phoenix:
I wasn't planning to do anything like that in the first place, Your Benevolence. But I AM going to prove Maya's innocence, within the confines of the law!
Rayfa:
H-How can you be so sure you will?
Phoenix:
Because of my undying faith in my clients. That is a lawyer's greatest weapon.
Rayfa:
.................. Hmph. What nonsense. You have chosen to dig your own grave. When next we meet, it shall be in the Hall of Justice. As royal priestess, it is my duty to reveal the truth through the Divination Séance. This time, I will prove that the insights I glean thereof are the very truth itself. Prepare yourself, for this shall be your last trial... and your last rites. Tomorrow shall end with you under the headsman's axe!
Phoenix:
(Tomorrow... I'll be defending Maya in that so-called Hall of Justice again. That whole Séance thing makes trials here completely different from those back home. Plus, I don't have a shred of conclusive evidence. On the other hand, I've got plenty of confusion and anxiety to spare. I'll have to think of something. After all, I'm the only lawyer in all of Khura'in. I have to do this. I WILL do this! I'll prove Maya's innocence if it's the last thing I do!)
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Area already examined
Phoenix:
I've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I think I have all the information I need. Maybe I should go over everything I have.)
The Rite of Turnabout
Image Gallery
Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
May 11, 9:40 AMHigh Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Phoenix:
(I wasn't able to find any conclusive evidence yesterday. But if I can figure out Lady Kee'ra's motive for threatening the high priest, then maybe...)
Maya:
...Nick,  um... today, I... well...
Phoenix:
Don't look so down, Maya. I'm going to defend you with everything I've got!
???:
You would do well to cease this insanity while you still can.
Phoenix:
...As I said yesterday, I'm going to defend my client in court.
Rayfa:
Well, know this... You shall not witness a miracle of the sort that occurred last time. The moment she is found guilty, you, too, will be found guilty of abetting the accused.
Phoenix:
I never claimed to be a miracle maker. But I AM good at discovering the truth. And unlike miracles, the truth is always waiting to be found.
Rayfa:
The truth, you say? Hmph. Then it seems you have chosen your fate. This shall be... your very last trial.
Maya:
Nick...
Phoenix: 
...I'm going to prove you innocent, Maya, you'll see. After all, you have to introduce... ..."The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm" to the folks back home, right?
Maya:
...Right! I may be a defendant this time... ...but I'll be by your side like always, Nick!
Phoenix:
Thanks, Maya. This place is tough on lawyers. I'll need all the help I can get. Plus, it's always good to have you on the team! Well, it's time. Let's go!
May 11High Court of Khura'in
Day 1Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Let the trial of Maya Fey begin.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Magistry.
Nahyuta:
........................
Phoenix:
Huh?
Nahyuta:
........................
Phoenix:
Umm...
Judge:
Quiet! Can't you see Prosecutor Sahdmadhi is absorbed in silent prayer?
Phoenix:
(Great. The trial's barely started and the judge is already mad at me.)
Maya:
He's very devout for a prosecutor.
Judge:
Hm? Why is the accused standing over there?
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... Well... Your Magistry. In addition to being the accused, she is also my assistant.
Judge:
The accused is your assistant, you say? ...Very well, then. A criminal does indeed make a fitting partner to a lawyer with a defiled soul.
Maya:
That ...wasn't very nice.
Phoenix:
Yeah, well, bad-mouthing lawyers seems to be a custom of sorts here in Khura'in.
Judge:
I must say, I am surprised to see you still here in Khura'in, Mr. Wright. And even more so to find you in the Hall of Justice once more. I cannot fathom why you would willingly risk your life in yet another trial.
Phoenix:
The answer is simple, Your Magistry: I am a lawyer, and this is what lawyers do. (Although to be frank, I'd rather be anywhere but here right now...)
Nahyuta:
........................... Such foolishness.
Judge:
Ah, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! Are you ready to begin now?
Nahyuta:
Yes, Your Magistry. The prosecution is ready. Let us begin without further delay. But first, I promise you both this: I will cast your wicked souls into the fires of hell. Thus shall the soul of the victim attain salvation.
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Splendid! I would expect nothing less of you, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
Gallery:
Please save the victim's soul, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi!Punish the wicked lawyer who dares to stop these last rites!
Phoenix:
I think I'll pass on that whole fire and brimstone deal. But I'm not surprised by your words or stance, considering what Apollo's told me about you.
Nahyuta:
So, it was you who instilled that putrid lawyerly guile within him.
Phoenix:
P-Putrid... what?
Nahyuta:
He, too, must soon face the fires, lest his soul be lost to redemption. But I shall send you on ahead, so that he will not be lonely when he arrives
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I'm afraid it won't be that easy. People say I never know when to give up! Nervous, Maya?
Maya:
A little...
Phoenix:
Feels like it's been ages since we stood side by side like this in court.
Maya:
Too bad I'm the defendant...
Phoenix:
Don't worry. We haven't lost a case together yet!
Maya:
You're right! Let's give this everything we've got, Nick!
Judge:
...Now then, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, would you please explain the case at hand?
Nahyuta:
Of course, Your Magistry. Let us begin the last rites of the victim. Maya Fey has been charged with the crime of murder. The victim of her heinous crime was high priest Tahrust Inmee. He was conducting the Purification Rite when he was brutally slain.
Judge:
And the cause of death?
Nahyuta:
Let us review the victim's autopsy report and the crime scene photo, shall we? The cause of death was blood loss from a stab wound delivered to the abdomen. The murder weapon was likely the Warbaa'd 
Dagger, which was used in the rite. However, the weapon has yet to be found, though the scene was thoroughly searched.
Judge:
A sacred relic used as a tool of murder? The Holy Mother's wrath shall be most severe.
Nahyuta:
The murder itself took place at the height of the Purification Rite. The accused had donned Lady Kee'ra's sacred robes. And the victim was there to offer prayers as a high priest of Khura'inism. During the rite, the victim and accused were the only two at the Inner Sanctum. Therefore, the only person who could have slain the victim is Maya Fey.
Judge:
Hmm... I must say, that does cast a great deal of suspicion upon the accused.
Nahyuta:
Indeed. Now then, allow me to submit this diagram of the crime scene as evidence in this case.
Inner Sanctum Diagram added to the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
In Khura'inism, slaying a priest is a sin most grave and dreadful. As such, Maya Fey's soul shall be plunged into the lowest level of hell -- the Hell of Tickling. There, she shall be tickled without end for 500 million years.
Judge:
That is a terrible fate indeed. Would the defense care to respond? 
Phoenix:
(And here I thought the lowest level of hell was the Hell of Back Pain!)
Maya:
I don't remember killing anyone, and I don't have that dagger or anything like it!
Phoenix:
As my client stated, she has no memory of the event as described by the prosecution. But more importantly, she had no motive to kill the high priest in the first place!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Hmph. I thought you might say that. Nevertheless... The meaningless prattle of lawyers is utterly ineffectual here in the Hall of Justice. For all will be made clear by Her Benevolence Rayfa Padma Khura'in's insights.
Judge:
So it is, and so it shall be. The Divination Séance reveals the truth for all to see.
Phoenix:
(Here we go again!)
Judge:
Bailiff! Please show in the royal priestess!
Gallery:
It's Princess Rayfa! Oh, how beautiful Her Benevolence looks again today!Glory to the Holy Mother for this blessed day!
Phoenix:
(As popular as ever, I see.)
Rayfa:
Rest assured, good people of Khura'in. I will defeat this murderer and her abettor. They shall not escape on their Freedom Express
Judge:
What a joy it is to have the royal priestess back in the Hall of Justice! May the Holy Mother grant us her divine favor! Ur dihara Khura'in!
Gallery:
Ur dihara Khura'in!Ur dihara Khura'in!
Phoenix:
(She sure looks pleased with herself... Especially for someone who didn't know what a "Freedom Express" was until yesterday.)
Rayfa:
Hm? Is there something stuck to my face, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
N-No, nothing, Your Benevolence.
Judge:
Now then, Your Benevolence, the Divination Séance if you please.
Rayfa:
Very well... Nayna, my robe... O Holy Mother! We hold this Divination Séance in your name! Let the eyes of everyone here be clear, and our ears be unstopped! O Dance of Devotion! Guide the victim's soul to me! So that we may receive their final memories in the Pool of Souls!
Judge:
The victim's mitamah has spoken... The Divination Séance is complete.
Phoenix:
(Great... Another clearly incriminating Séance vision.)
Nahyuta:
It could not be any clearer, O foul defense. The accused donned the sacred robes of Lady Kee'ra, and then attacked the victim.
Judge:
Oh, how very terrible it must have been. The figure of Lady Kee'ra lit against the dim lantern light... The scent of incense growing ever more potent as she drew near... One can almost sense the horror Abbot Inmee must have felt!
Nahyuta:
The facts as presented by Her Benevolence are indisputable.
Maya:
...B-B-But! Th-That wasn't me! Do something, Nick!
Phoenix:
I-I'm working on it! (That couldn't have been any clearer. Looks like I'm in for another uphill battle.)
Rayfa:
The accused committed this vile act during our ancient tradition, Purification Rite.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, the Rites Guide explains the multipart Purification Rite in detail.) The Transformation Rite... The high priest reads scripture, while a priestess dons the robes of Lady Kee'ra. The Rite of Water... Lady Kee'ra enters the spring, and the high priest purifies her, along with her dagger. The Rite of Fire... The priestess circles the sacred flames to purify her soul.
Rayfa:
Indeed... It would seem that the murder occurred during the Transformation Rite. The rite dictates that the high priest stand in front of the spring. Therefore, the accused must have attacked him from the direction of the broken lantern. Well, Barbed Head? Would you care to object?
Phoenix:
Of course. Because I know my client is innocent!
Rayfa:
Heh heh, so you say. You truly do not know when you are beaten, do you?
Phoenix:
(I managed to pull it off last time with Ahlbi. I'll just have to do it again!)
Judge:
...You intend to find fault with Her Benevolence's insights yet again? It would seem lawyers are pohlkunan creatures indeed.
Gallery:
Look at that pohlkunan! Pohlkunan! Pohlkunan!
Phoenix:
...Wh-What exactly is a "pohlkunan"?
Maya:
Someone who's a real piece of work, so to speak.
Phoenix:
(They can call me anything they want. The only thing I care about is uncovering the truth!)
Rayfa:
So, Barbed Head. Are you foolish enough to risk your life for your so-called truth? Because my insights ARE the truth! To deny them is to willingly dig your own grave!
Insight-- Rayfa's Insight --
Rayfa:
The victim commenced the Purification Rite by bowing to the lanterns and reading a sutra.
As the first part -- the Transformation Rite -- ended, he lowered the sutra. Suddenly...
...he heard the accused's approaching foot- steps and smelled her incense-laden robes.
It was then that the victim felt an intense pain. I believe this is when he was stabbed.
As his life's blood spilled over, his vision dimmed, till finally, he passed from our world.
Rayfa:
...That is everything the victim experienced in his final moments.
Inner Sanctum Diagram updated in the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
Dressed in the sacred robes of Lady Kee'ra, the accused rushed the victim head-on. The brutal stabbing she perpetrated could not have been any clearer.
Rayfa:
Yes, it is plain for all to see.
Maya:
N-No, it wasn't me! A sudden drowsiness came over me during the Transformation Rite. I didn't even get a chance to put on Lady Kee'ra's robes!
Nahyuta:
You waste our time with such meaningless statements, accused. You cannot explain away the truths revealed by the royal priestess's divine insight.
Maya:
Ooooh... ...How did you end up finding contradictions last time?
Phoenix:
The deceased's final memories include all five senses.
Maya:
Oh, you mean those words that appeared in the Pool of Souls? It looked to me like the bigger the word, the stronger the sensation was to the victim.
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's how it looked to me, too. The sensations themselves are never wrong -- only their interpretations. That's why I tried to point out mistakes in Rayfa's Insights the last time.
Maya:
So, there could be contradictions between what Abbot Inmee felt and her Insights, huh!
Phoenix:
You got it. And I'm going to find them this time, too. (Should I check how to point out contradictions in Rayfa's Insights?)
Let's check, just in case
(I can switch between Rayfa's Insights using these arrows on the Touch Screen or D-Pad/Circle Pad ...)  (...while I look for inconsistencies between them and the sensations on the upper screen. Séance visions can be paused by touching "Pause" (L) on the Touch Screen. I can even jump to different points in the Séance vision... ...by moving the mitamah mark to a different panel or by pressing A or Y. When I see an Insight that doesn't seem right, I should touch "Select " (X). Then all I have to do is point out the sensation that contradicts with the Insight! The sensations this time seem to fluctuate more than the ones from Ahlbi's trial. In which case, I'd better keep an eye on changes in their intensity, too.)
I'm okay
Phoenix:
(Nah, I remember how it works. Still... The sensations this time seem to fluctuate more than the ones from Ahlbi's trial. In which case, I'd better keep an eye on changes in their intensity, too. Okay! Time to point out the sensations that contradict the Insights!)
Rayfa:
The victim commenced the Purification Rite by bowing to the lanterns and reading a sutra.
As the first part -- the Transformation Rite -- ended, he lowered the sutra. Suddenly...
...he heard the accused's approaching footsteps and smelled her incense-laden robes.
Present Footsteps (Sound) on fifth panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The victim supposedly heard the accused's approaching footsteps. But did he really?"
It was then that the victim felt an intense pain. I believe this is when he was stabbed.
As his life's blood spilled over, his vision dimmed, till finally, he passed from our world.
Phoenix:
The victim supposedly heard the accused's approaching footsteps. But did he really?
Rayfa:
What nonsense is this?! Is it not abundantly clear?!
Phoenix:
No, it's not. Because there is something strange about those footsteps.
Rayfa:
S-Strange? Explain yourself, Barbed Head.
Phoenix:
The footsteps are strange because...
The timing doesn't make sense
Phoenix:
The timing doesn't make any sense! There shouldn't be any footsteps!
Rayfa:
There should not be footsteps as the accused was approaching the victim? Really? Then do you suggest that the accused was actually floating through the air?!
Phoenix:
Well, I mean...
Rayfa:
.........I suggest you hold your tongue.
Phoenix:
S-Suggestion noted. (If that's not it, then...) But there's definitely something strange about those footsteps. They're strange because...
Leads to:
"They're not getting any louder!"
They don't get louder
Leads to:
"They're not getting any louder!"
Phoenix:
They're not getting any louder!
Judge:
And why exactly does that matter?
Phoenix:
Please focus your attention on the incense the victim smelled. The scent grows stronger as the accused approaches. If the accused really had approached the victim... ...the sound of her footsteps would've grown louder as the scent of incense grew stronger!
Rayfa:
Ahhh!
Judge:
Wh-Why, that makes perfect sense! How can this be explained, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
Um, w-well... There must be a reason...
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
It is as they say... "Even a putrid worm of a lawyer will turn."
Phoenix:
(What does that even mean...?)
Maya:
He's not exactly singing your praises, that's for sure.
Nahyuta:
Still, we cannot discount this information solely on account of its lawyerly source. Your Benevolence... Perhaps you must listen more carefully to the abbot's mitamah.
Phoenix:
(Listen more carefully? What's he talking about?)
Rayfa:
Hmm... Yes, it would appear so. I shall try to refine the sensation.
Phoenix:
R-Refine the sensation?
Rayfa:
I can more accurately gauge sensations by deepening my communication with a mitamah.
Phoenix:
I-I didn't know you could do that. (Why have we never done this before?!)
Nahyuta:
By refining a sensation, a clearer picture of the truth can be discovered.
Rayfa:
O blessed mitamah, I beseech you! Hear me now and respond to my call!
Judge:
"Footsteps" changed into "bells"? What could this mean?
Phoenix:
(Bells? But the only bells at the scene of the crime were...)
Maya:
Ah! That jingling must've come from Abbot Inmee's bells!
Phoenix:
You mean those big things he had on his ankles?
Nahyuta:
Well, there you have it. The sound of bells was from the high priest's own footsteps.
Rayfa:
Th-Then that means...!
Phoenix:
If the footsteps belonged to the victim himself... It means it was the victim who was moving -- not the accused! The victim was the one who went running toward the broken lantern from the spring! A far cry from what Her Benevolence's Insight would have us believe!
Rayfa:
...Nngh!
Inner Sanctum Diagram updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
But why would the victim have approached the accused?
Phoenix:
Maybe he was trying to defend himself.
Judge:
Please explain.
Phoenix:
He could've felt threatened by Lady Kee'ra standing there with a dagger. If so, he might have thought to overpower her before she attacked.
Rayfa:
Still your voices! This is nothing but a theory, and a poor one at that! B-Be not led astray by this lawyer's obvious postulation!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
While his insolence is inexcusable... ...I would ask that you calm yourself, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
Is there something you would care to say, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
Even if it was Abbot Inmee who moved, it does not negate the accused's crime.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Nahyuta:
The accused was likely waiting for the high priest to approach.
Rayfa:
Ah!
Nahyuta:
And as he neared, she plunged the dagger into him. It is as simple as that.
Phoenix:
(Oh, right... It really doesn't change much, does it...)
Rayfa:
Yes! It is as the prosecutor has said! In fact, it is as I meant to say all along as well!
Phoenix:
(Riiight... And that's why you were so shocked when you first heard it.)
Rayfa:
Understand now, lawyer? That contradiction you conjured up has come to naught. Once I hone my Insights, it will vanish like the dying rays of the sun!
Insight Revised
...he heard the accused's approaching  footsteps and smelled her incense-laden robes.
...he rushed the accused and tried to fight her off by the broken lantern.
Rayfa:
See? The fact that it was Abbot Inmee who moved... changes nothing!
Phoenix:
Arngh! (C'mon Phoenix. You gotta keep your cool. That contradiction I pointed out must mean something. That one sensation changed after Princess Rayfa refined her vision. It stands to reason that something else might have changed too because of the refinement. I should focus on any sensations that have changed... ...while searching for more contradictions between them and her Insights!)
Rayfa:
The victim commenced the Purification Rite by bowing to the lanterns and reading a sutra.
As the first part -- the Transformation Rite -- ended, he lowered the sutra. Suddenly...
...he rushed the accused and tried to fight her off by the broken lantern.
Present Water (Sound) on fifth panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Hold it!"
It was then that the victim felt an intense pain. I believe this is when he was stabbed.
As his life's blood spilled over, his vision dimmed, till finally, he passed from our world.
Phoenix:
Hold it! How do we know the Purification Rite was performed exactly as it was supposed to be?
Rayfa:
Hmph. That's easy. The customs governing the rite are very clear, and Abbot Inmee would've adhered to them.
Phoenix:
Well, that's strange.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Would you care to explain just what is so strange?
Phoenix:
Yes. I would ask you to consider the sound of the victim's footsteps. The sound of bells changes to the sound of water at one point.
Rayfa:
What's this?
Phoenix:
It's simple. The victim must have stepped in some water.
Nahyuta:
Oh?
Phoenix:
Yes. And the only source of water in the Inner Sanctum... is the spring. ...And therein lies the contradiction!
Rayfa:
Wh-What contradiction?
Phoenix:
I believe the rite started out as it should have. The victim stood with his back to the spring, and the accused stood right in front of him. But, we now know that the victim then moved into the spring.
Judge:
P-Pohlkunka! That is absurd!
Phoenix:
This means the accused's location differs from what Her Benevolence's Insight indicates!
Rayfa:
...Aaaungh!
Judge:
Th-Then, where do you propose the accused stood once she donned Lady Kee'ra's robes?
Phoenix:
(Based on the sound of the victim's footsteps, I believe Maya was standing here.)
Present Spring
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Until this moment, we've all just assumed..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Do you really believe the accused was standing there?
Phoenix:
Umm... Not when you say it that way, Your Magistry...
Judge:
Keep making sloppy statements like that, Mr. Wright, and I'll have your tongue!
Phoenix:
Please... A-Anything but the chop-chop...
Judge:
Then let's have an actual answer out of you. Where do you believe the accused was actually standing?
Leads back to:
"Based on the sound of the victim's footsteps, I believe Maya was standing here."
Phoenix:
Until this moment, we've all just assumed... ...that Abbot Inmee and Ms. Fey were standing where they were supposed to be... ...as shown in this rites guide. In short... The victim should've been standing with his back to the spring, and the accused in front. However, if that is how they were really standing... ...he couldn't have stepped into the spring as he approached her. The problem is, the victim DID step into the spring. This can only mean that Ms. Fey had actually been standing in the water!
Judge:
B-But if this is true... then their positions would've been completely reversed!
Inner Sanctum Diagram updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Wh-What is going on here, Ms. Fey! Were you really standing in the spring?
Maya:
...I-I'm sorry, but... I barely remember anything about the rite.
Gallery:
The high priest would never make such an obvious blunder during a rite!What on earth...? Is that even possible?
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rayfa:
Be that as it may, this does not overturn my Insights!
Phoenix:
...It doesn't?
Rayfa:
Let us say the accused was standing in the spring. ...So what?
Phoenix:
..."So what"? This completely reverses their positions is what!
Rayfa:
That their positions differed from what is customary is rather curious. However, what does that change? It certainly does not erase the accused's brutal crime!
Phoenix:
..................I guess you have a point there.
Rayfa:
You lawyers are an absurd breed. Never thinking ahead, you cling to the first insignificant contradiction you can muster.
Phoenix:
Urk!
Maya:
Sounds like Princess Rayfa has a pretty good grasp on what lawyers are all about.
Phoenix:
...Oh, Maya. Where would I be without your brutally frank commentary right now. (Is this contradiction really meaningless? But something really doesn't feel right. Did I take a wrong turn somewhere?)
Rayfa:
Hmph. I will now amend my Insight to account for this new truth.
Insight Revised
...he rushed the accused and tried to fight her off by the broken lantern.
...he rushed the accused and tried to fight her off by the pool-side lantern.
Rayfa:
Now the contradiction is no more. But the truth of the matter still stands, no matter how stubbornly you deny it.
Judge:
What do you have to say for yourself now, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Nnngh...!
Maya:
N-Nick!
Nahyuta:
Your Magistry, this lawyer may have raised a trivial objection... ...but Her Benevolence's Insights have no further inadequacies of any kind.
Judge:
Yes... So it would seem.
Phoenix:
Wait a second! But there IS another contradiction!
Nahyuta:
Still you flounder about? Wretched beast... Though you rack that putrid brain of yours, nothing worthwhile will come of it.
Phoenix:
M-Maya, please tell me you remember something that might help us out here...
Maya:
Sorry... I really don't remember a thing. But now that the place I was standing in has changed, who knows? That alone may cause a new discrepancy with Princess Rayfa's Insights.
Phoenix:
(That's right. We now know that Maya was standing in the spring. A major change like that could very well produce a contradiction. I should take another look at the Inner Sanctum diagram in the Court Record... ...and confirm where Maya and Abbot Inmee were standing. And then focus on finding any discrepancies between their positions and the Insights.)
Rayfa:
The victim commenced the Purification Rite by bowing to the lanterns and reading a sutra.
As the first part -- the Transformation Rite -- ended, he lowered the sutra. Suddenly...
...he rushed the accused and tried to fight her off by the pool-side lantern.
Present lantern (Sight) on fourth panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Your Benevolence... I've found a new contradiction."
It was then that the victim felt an intense pain. I believe this is when he was stabbed.
As his life's blood spilled over, his vision dimmed, till finally, he passed from our world.
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence... I've found a new contradiction.
Rayfa:
You... You did? Hmph. No doubt it is but another of your vile attempts to slander my Insights.
Phoenix:
Nope. Take a good look at what the victim saw. It just might change your mind. The lantern flame behind the accused was flickering.
Rayfa:
There is nothing unusual about that. Especially as the wind had stirred.
Phoenix:
No, that's where you're wrong. If the accused had been standing in the spring... ...then what you see here should be one of the lanterns flanking the statue.
Rayfa:
I fail to see your point.
Phoenix:
My point is, something is wrong here. The two lanterns flanking the statue were both outfitted with glass wind guards. So neither lantern's flame should have been flickering in the wind in the first place!
Rayfa:
........................Heh.
Maya:
She seems pretty tickled, Nick!
Phoenix:
I don't remember saying anything funny.
Rayfa:
I fail to see what you wish to prove here, but... very well. I shall refine the vision and reveal the truth for all to see. O blessed mitamah, I beseech you! Fix your sight upon the lantern there.
Phoenix:
H-Huh? That lantern doesn't have a wind guard on it.
Rayfa:
And rightly so. For the wind guard was removed to reveal the sacred flame within for the Rite of Fire. Therefore, there is nothing odd about the flame flickering.
Phoenix:
S-Say whaaat?! B-But when we searched the crime scene, those lanterns had their wind guards on!
Nahyuta:
That's because the police put them back on. The sacred flames have burned uninterrupted for hundreds of years, defense. We could not risk them being extinguished, even during an investigation.
Phoenix:
Th-That would never fly back home...
Rayfa:
Well, Barbed Head? Are you done quibbling? If so, then it is time to bow down before this testimony of the mitamah!
Phoenix:
.........Arnghk!
Maya:
Nick...!
Phoenix:
...Don't worry, Maya! I'm just getting started! (All right, let's go over everything we know so far. Maya was wearing Lady Kee'ra's robes and standing in the spring. The high priest is thought to have been moving toward her. So I should look for sensations that stand in contradiction to this arrangement. I won't give up! I'm going to find a contradiction that will undermine the accusation against Maya!)
Rayfa:
The victim commenced the Purification Rite by bowing to the lanterns and reading a sutra.
As the first part -- the Transformation Rite -- ended, he lowered the sutra. Suddenly...
...he rushed the accused and tried to fight her off by the spring-side lantern.
Present broken lantern (Sight) on second panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(Wh-What could this possibly mean?)"
It was then that the victim felt an intense pain. I believe this is when he was stabbed.
As his life's blood spilled over, his vision dimmed, till finally, he passed from our world.
Phoenix:
(Wh-What could this possibly mean? That lantern clearly contradicts the Insight... But this contradiction... ...will overturn the entire case I've been building.)
Judge:
Are you all right, Mr. Wright? One minute you shout out, and in the next, you fall silent.
Rayfa:
Perhaps it is like the bellow of one who is barreling down a hill with no way of stopping. Is that not right, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
..................
Phoenix:
(Don't get cold feet now, Phoenix. Even if this overturns the entire case you've built so far... ...the only way is to keep moving forward -- because that's where we'll find the truth!) ...Sorry, but I'm not barreling down a hill. In fact, I'm in full control of everything with the indisputable contradiction I found!
Rayfa:
Is that so?
Phoenix:
The lantern behind the accused clearly-- No, BLATANTLY contradicts your Insight!
Rayfa:
Does it now...?
Phoenix:
One of the lanterns on the entrance side of the Inner Sanctum was broken. And if you watch what Abbot Inmee saw in his final moments... ...you will notice that the lantern behind the praying form of Ms. Fey is broken. The lantern behind Lady Kee'ra, however, is still intact. In short, we are seeing two different lanterns in this Séance vision!
Rayfa:
H-How could this be?! And even if it were so, how would that contradict my Insights?!
Phoenix:
.................. Let me start by saying, the claim I'm about to raise... ...will overturn the case I've built thus far.
Judge:
Will the defense please explain himself?
Phoenix:
Based on the broken lantern, we can tell...
Maya and Abbot Inmee's positions
Leads to:
"Where the accused and the victim were standing!"
The lanterns positions
Phoenix:
The correct position of the lanterns!
Rayfa:
But did you not just explain that yourself?
Phoenix:
Oh, did I?
Judge:
The defense will own up to its own statements!
Phoenix:
(I'd better stop filling His Magistry's anger meter...)
Judge:
The fact that there was a broken lantern does not change anything.
Phoenix:
I beg to differ, Your Magistry! There is one thing it makes clear. And that is...
Leads to:
"Where the accused and the victim were standing!"
Phoenix:
Where the accused and the victim were standing!
Judge:
But did you not just finish asserting that the accused was standing somewhere else?!
Phoenix:
I did. And I built my argument on that faulty premise. But thankfully, it has led us here... ...to the actual spot where Maya Fey was standing!
Judge:
I must say, if the defense keeps changing its assertions in such a capricious manner... ...its credibility may come into question.
Phoenix:
I'm willing to take that risk, Your Magistry, because I believe this will be the last time. I'd like to start by pointing out the actual spot where the accused was standing.
Judge:
Very well... Show us where you now believe the accused was actually standing.
Phoenix:
(Based on the location of the broken lantern, where was Maya really standing?)
Present area between bottom two lanterns
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I wasn't thinking straight before, but now it's all falling into place."
Present anywhere else
Judge:
Hmm... And you are sure it was there?
Phoenix:
Oh, uh, my hand slipped. Sorry, can we just say that one didn't count?
Judge:
Counting such baffling gaffes is my job, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Well, it was worth a try... (I need to think about the location of the broken lantern. That should make the spot where Maya was standing more than apparent!)
Judge:
O Holy Mother of Khura'in, Mr. Wright! You remind us yet again why lawyers are reviled. This time, see that you point out where the accused was really standing.
Leads back to:
"(Based on the location of the broken lantern, where was Maya really standing?)"
Phoenix:
I wasn't thinking straight before, but now it's all falling into place. We know the victim had stepped into the spring. That means Maya Fey had to have been standing in the water as he approached. However, his memory, which has only now become clear, reveals that... ...Ms. Fey was standing by the side of the broken lantern. In other words... ...she was standing where she was supposed to be according to custom.
Rayfa:
Rayfa:
Does that not bring us back to the very beginning?!
Phoenix:
No, this is where things take a different turn -- and I mean that literally. The victim had to have been moving toward the spring. That means that while he was moving, he had his back turned toward the accused!
Rayfa:
What's this?! Do you mean to say the victim turned around during the rite?! But such an image appears nowhere in the Séance vision!
Phoenix:
Actually, it does appear. It's just that no one noticed until now.
Judge:
N-No one noticed?! How could no one have noticed something so big?!
Phoenix:
There was a moment when the scripture the victim was holding was all we could see. Thanks to that, none of us could tell that he was, in fact, turning around in that moment.
Rayfa:
...Nngh!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
If it is as the defense asserts, then Her Benevolence's Insights no longer make sense. How do you intend to explain that?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I don't need to explain anything, because it's just as you said, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Her Benevolence's Insights DON'T make any sense because they contain a huge error!
Rayfa:
...S-Such insolence!	
Judge:
A huge error, you say? Do explain.
Phoenix:
The huge error is...
The order of the rites
Phoenix:
The order in which the smaller rites were performed is all wrong! But there's only one way to tell. So let's ask for confirmation from someone who was actually there. Well, Maya?
Maya:
Sorry, Nick... I was out cold, so I don't remember a thing.
Judge:
...It seems there is no way to know.
Phoenix:
(Nngh...)
Judge:
But what I'm wondering is... ...what does the order of the rites have to do with this case in the first place?
Phoenix:
............Truth be told, I hadn't considered that yet.
Judge:
Consider the meaning behind this penalty, then!
Phoenix:
Consider it done, Your Magistry... Your Magistry! Please give me another chance!
Judge:
...Very well. But do not test my patience any further. Now, tell me. What is the huge error in Her Benevolence's Insights?
Leads back to:
"The huge error is..."
The crime scene
Phoenix:
The scene of the crime is wrong!
Rayfa:
But the vision clearly shows that Abbot Inmee was murdered at the Inner Sanctum!
Phoenix:
Could there be another place that looks just like it?
Judge:
...No, there can't.
Phoenix:
(Agh. If that's not it, then...) Your Magistry! Please give me another chance!
Judge:
...Very well. But do not test my patience any further. Now, tell me. What is the huge error in Her Benevolence's Insights?
Leads back to:
"The huge error is..."
The number of people there
Leads to:
"I believe this is what happened at the scene of the crime:"
Phoenix:
I believe this is what happened at the scene of the crime: The victim was reading a sutra when suddenly, he sensed someone behind him. He immediately looked back to see someone dressed as Lady Kee'ra standing there. Wishing to see who it was, he approached the robed figure. That's when he was stabbed!
Rayfa:
This cannot be!
Phoenix:
Oh, but it can. And it is! The Insight stating the accused stabbed the victim is wrong! And that is the real truth lying behind this testimony of the dead!
Rayfa:
Po...
Judge:
Po...
Nahyuta:
Po...
Rayfa:
Pohlkunkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Judge:
A- Are you suggesting... ...that there was someone else at the scene of the crime?! 
Rayfa:
Hnnnnnngh! Have I misunderstood... the voice of the mitamah... yet again? ...Th-This--! This cannot be!
Phoenix:
(Whew... That was a close one. But I managed to divine the true meaning behind the Séance vision somehow. I should add these new facts to the Court Record.)
Inner Sanctum Diagram updated in the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
Your Benevolence, please allow me to take it from here. I will overturn the brash accusations of this faithless, putrid-minded lawyer.
Rayfa:
Y-Yes... I shall place my trust in you.
Judge:
Are you sure about this, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
My work as an international prosecutor has taken me to courtrooms around the world. And in that time, I have learned to perform last rites for souls in trials lacking a Séance.
Judge:
Yes, of course. Forgive my ludicrous inquiry.
Nahyuta:
Moreover, I have with me a forensic investigator from overseas. I will show you all the most magnificent last rites ever seen.
Phoenix:
(I guess he really does think highly of Ema and her forensic expertise. I'm impressed that he's come to understand their value. Then again... ...he IS an international prosecutor who's solved tough cases around the world. Time to hunker down, huh...)
Judge:
Now then, let us continue with today's proceedings. Could the defense please tell us who the third party dressed as Lady Kee'ra was? Your new claim has negated the Insights of the royal priestess... ...so I trust you have some evidence to support it, correct?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, of course. (This third party must have really wanted to 
kill  the high priest. I might be able to identify who it was if I had evidence of their murderous intent!)
Judge:
Well, we're waiting, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
The evidence that can reveal the identity of the third party... is this!
Present Lady Kee'ra's Warning
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Three days before the Purification Rite..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence tells us who the third party is!
Nahyuta:
Ah, yes. I suppose this evidence does clearly demonstrate one thing: The fact that you are lowlier than the lowliest of worms, that is.
Judge:
Even a lawyer like you cannot not worm your way out of this one, defense.
Phoenix:
Nngh, talk about opening up a can of worms... Your Magistry, I'd like to present another piece of evidence!
Judge:
Well, it seems the worm is not without a spine. Very well. What other evidence do you have for us today?
Leads back to:
"The evidence that can reveal the identity of the third party... is this!"
Phoenix:
Three days before the Purification Rite... ...the victim received a warning letter from an unidentified individual!
Judge:
He did?!
Phoenix:
Whoever sent it clearly meant to threaten the high priest. The letter said, "Do not perform the rite." But the rite went on as scheduled. I believe that is why the high priest was murdered.
Judge:
Who do you suppose sent that letter?
Phoenix:
A person with something to hide -- the rebel hunter disguised as Lady Kee'ra herself!
Judge:
Peace! I-I... I don't understand. I had heard the Lady Kee'ra that has been in the news of late only hunted rebels. If so, why would she have killed the high priest?
Phoenix:
Excellent question. Maybe it would help to think of it this way: What if the high priest... had secretly been a rebel?!
Gallery:
The high priest?! He couldn't possibly have been a rebel!
Judge:
The high priest -- a devout follower of Khura'inism... a rebel?! Do you even comprehend the blasphemy of which you speak? Well? DO YOU?!
Phoenix:
I, too, found it hard to believe at first. But as I continued my investigation, it started to become more and more plausible.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
The third party was the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra? And the high priest was a rebel? Your mockery of Khura'inism... No... ...of the Kingdom of Khura'in itself knows no bounds!
Phoenix:
(Whoops.)
Gallery:
That shameless pohlkunan lawyer...He's making a mockery of our religion!
Judge:
...As a faithful Khura'inist, I take issue with these claims. And I am loath to admit them into today's proceedings.
Phoenix:
(I don't like where this is going.)
Nahyuta:
The defense's claims are but vile blasphemy tantamount to spitting on the Holy Mother.
Phoenix:
I-Is it really that big of a deal, Maya...?
Maya:
Abbot Inmee was a distinguished monk, and very well-respected, too, so... yeah.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Please don't let this turn into an international incident...)
Nahyuta:
But fear not, good people of Khura'in. The rantings of this putrid-brained lawyer who seeks to sully the soul of the deceased... ...shall come to no avail once I conclude these last rites. The prosecution's assertion that the accused killed the victim remains unchanged.
Phoenix:
B-But...the victim was stabbed in his abdomen! How is that possible when he had his back turned toward Ms. Fey?! Someone else must have killed him!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Are you sure about that? You may have invalidated the Séance, but do not let it go to your putrid head. The karmic flow of this trial is, as yet, still in my hands.
Phoenix:
(How can he be so confident?)
Nahyuta:
Heh heh heh... Something has occurred to me, you see. And your allegations of a third party are but a deluded fantasy. And I shall prove that by calling a new witness to the stand. ...An eyewitness who will deliver a definitive answer that will dispel the defense's doubts.
Phoenix:
A-An eyewitness...?
Judge:
Very well. Let us call this eyewitness to the stand.
Phoenix:
(It's him again!)
Judge:
Well, now... He has to be the shaggiest witness I have ever laid eyes upon. Please state your name and occupation.
???:
Oh, um... I'm, ya know, that so-and-so, whatchamacallit! A'nohn Ihmus TBD! 'Least that's what they've been calling me!
Judge:
"TBD"? As in "to be determined"? Can't you just tell us your real name?
Nahyuta:
The witness has suffered a blow to the head, rendering him amnesiac. Therefore... ...I named him "A'nohn Ihmus (TBD)" in my report, but he thinks "TBD" is part of his name.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're letting an amnesiac testify?!
Nahyuta:
Have no fear. I have already questioned him at length. While it is true he has utterly forgotten his name and past... ...his memory of what he witnessed is still very much intact.
Judge:
Considering the dearth of information, any new knowledge may be of help. Therefore, I will permit his testimony. Now, Mr. Ihmus, please tell us what you saw.
Ihmus:
..................
Witness Testimony-- The Night of the Murder --
Ihmus:
That night, I was up at the top of Mt. Poniponi, the mountain next to the Inner Sanctum.
I hate crowds, so I climbed up there to pray in peace.
I know it's a no-no, but since there was no one around...
...I used my binoculars to spy on the rite at the Inner Sanctum.
That's when I saw the accused... stab the high priest with a dagger!
Phoenix:
There's no way you saw Ms. Fey stab the victim with a dagger!
Maya:
I-I swear I don't know what he's talking about! ...Or don't remember, at any rate!
Judge:
Mt. Poniponi... the beautiful mountain that is also known as the Little Sanctum.
Phoenix:
(They must be talking about that smaller mountain from the poster...)
Judge:
Mr. Ihmus, I was wondering...
Ihmus:
What can I do ya for?
Judge:
The Inner Sanctum lies at a high elevation where clouds and fog can obscure the view. Are you sure you were able to see what happened from the mountaintop next to it?
Phoenix:
(Good point!) H-His Magistry raises an excellent question! Well, Mr. Ihmus?!
Ihmus:
On the day of the rite, there wasn't a cloud in the sky! I had a perfect view! If ya don't believe me, check the weather forecast in the paper that day!
Maya:
Nick! Don't we have the newspaper for that day?!
Phoenix:
Yeah, let's take a look. Hmm... It does say calm, clear skies, doesn't it?
Ihmus:
See? Told ya so!
May 9th Newspaper updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, it would appear the witness has offered testimony worth hearing.
Nahyuta:
...Mr. Ihmus. I, too, have a question for you.
Phoenix:
(Didn't he already question the witness?)
Ihmus:
Well, that's what I'm here for, right? Shoot!
Nahyuta:
How was the accused holding the dagger? Was she holding it underhanded, its blade protruding from the bottom of her hand?
Ihmus:
Yep, I believe she was! It's called a reverse grip!
Nahyuta:
Ah... I thought as much.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hold it right there! What bearing does that have on this case?
Nahyuta:
Cease your interruptions, you putrid-headed lawyer. Do you not see the significance in how the blade was held?
Phoenix:
Why don't you enlighten me, O enlightened one?
Nahyuta:
Feh. I knew you were a fool. I can already picture you in your next life.
Phoenix:
N-Next life...?
Nahyuta:
Yes... After your soul writhes for centuries in the pits of hell... ...you shall be reborn as a witless sea urchin, with barbs limited to your posterior. You shall live a short, inconsequential life, only to be brutally devoured by a sea otter.
Phoenix:
(That was a bit excessive. I simply asked what the dagger grip had to do with the case.)
Nahyuta:
Now, pay attention.  How the accused held the dagger is of vital importance. With such information, we can infer exactly what actions she took. You were saying that the victim was killed while he had his back to the accused. Is that correct?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes...
Nahyuta:
As such, the accused's dagger grip tells us something very important: The accused approached the victim from behind, swung her arms around him... ...and plunged the dagger deep into his abdomen, using a reverse grip!
Phoenix:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Nahyuta:
Thus, Mr. Ihmus's testimony clears up any doubts that might remain.
Judge:
Ha ha ha! And it coincides with Her Benevolence's Insights as well!
Phoenix:
(This is a disaster! I thought I'd blown those Insights out of the water, but now they're back to haunt me!)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may cross-examine the witness.
Cross-Examination-- The Night of the Murder --
Ihmus:
That night, I was up at the top of Mt. Poniponi, the mountain next to the Inner Sanctum.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you sure you're not mistaken, Mr. Ihmus? Was it really Mt. Poniponi that you climbed?
Ihmus:
Oh, I'm sure of it! It was a really poniponi-ish mountain!
Phoenix:
(What does that even mean?)
Ihmus:
Ya know, now that I think about it, it was a mighty fine view!
Ihmus:
I hate crowds, so I climbed up there to pray in peace
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If you hate crowds, why bother climbing to the top? Couldn't you have just as easily prayed at the bottom of Mt. Poniponi?
Ihmus:
Wrong, bucko! This is a once-a-year, epic event! I wanted to pray as close to the actual thing as possible!
Phoenix:
If you're so gung-ho about it, why didn't you go pray at the Plaza of Devotion?
Ihmus:
Like I said, I hate crowds. I wanted to pray in peace!
Phoenix:
(O Holy Mother, why do I only get the annoying ones...?)
Ihmus:
And my burning faith demanded that I climb up the mountain closest to the Inner Sanctum! Also...
Ihmus:
I know it's a no-no, but since there was no one around...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Since nobody was around... ...there is nobody who can corroborate your actions, either.
Ihmus:
Hee-HO! Y-You're exactly right!
Phoenix:
In that case, Mr. Ihmus, let me ask you this: Was there a reason you didn't want to be seen?
Ihmus:
Uh... About that... If ya get caught climbing the surrounding mountains on the day o' the rite... ...ya can get in big, big trouble!  Har har har har har!
Phoenix:
...Th-That's it?
Ihmus:
Yeah, it's totally embarrassing getting yelled at when you're a grown-up! Har har har har har!
Phoenix:
Yeah, you're a real "grown-up," all right...
Ihmus:
And since nobody was around, I lost all inhibition and...
Ihmus:
...I used my binoculars to spy on the rite at the Inner Sanctum.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You had a pair of binoculars with you? That's pretty convenient. You weren't planning to spy on the rite all along, were you?
Ihmus:
A-Actually, I just happened to have 'em for bird watching.
Phoenix:
Bird watching, huh...? I see.
Maya:
You're not going to keep pressing him on this?
Phoenix:
He's sketchy as heck, but I don't really have anything I can really sink my teeth into yet.
Maya:
Oh... okay then.
Ihmus:
Haaar har har har har! I love the great outdoors! That's just the kinda guy I am! A guy called... A'nohn Ihmus TBD!
Phoenix:
..................
Maya:
H-He's... really starting to get on my nerves.
Ihmus:
As I looked through my binoculars, I couldn't believe what was unfolding before me.
Present Ritual Curtain
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Your Magistry!"
Ihmus:
That's when I saw the accused... stab the high priest with a dagger!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Did you really see what you say you did?
Ihmus:
Are ya saying I'm lying about this?! Well, I'm not! It's etched permanently in this old noggin!
Maya:
B-But, I didn't do what you say I did... I didn't even get a chance to touch the dagger on the day of the rite!
Ihmus:
Whadda I know o' that? All I know is what I saw! I've never even seen ya before in my life. What possible reason could I have to lie?!
Phoenix:
Urrrrrrgh...!
Phoenix:
(I didn't expect there to be any witnesses way up there.)
Maya:
B-But, I... I don't remember doing that at all!
Phoenix:
I know. I have a feeling the witness is lying. There has to be an inconsistency somewhere in his testimony. (I should take another look at the Court Record.)
Phoenix:
Your Magistry! I had my doubts about this bushy-bearded witness, but now I KNOW we can't trust him.
Ihmus:
What?!  You ain't just judging me solely on my bodacious beard, are ya?
Phoenix:
Not at all, Mr. Ihmus. It's much more than your sketchy appearance. It's your sketchy testimony.
Judge:
H-His testimony, you say?!
Phoenix:
Yes. Recall how the Inner Sanctum was that day. Specifically, that it was completely enclosed by the ritual curtain.
Judge:
Why yes! I believe you're right!
Phoenix:
The curtain would have completely blocked the witness's view from Mt. Poniponi. Therefore, he couldn't possibly have seen the murder happen!
Ihmus:
Hoo-hah...!
Judge:
Mr. Ihmus, have you been knowingly making false statements to this court?!
Ihmus:
Err... Umm... Well, uhhh... AAIEEEEEE! YA GOT MEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Judge:
The witness will lower his voice!
Ihmus:
I didn't actually see the accused herself!
Phoenix:
(He "didn't actually see the accused herself"? What's that supposed to mean?)
Ihmus:
Lemme set the record straight! I beg ya!
Witness Testimony-- The Night of the Murder (Amended) --
Ihmus:
I saw their shadowy silhouettes, projected against the ritual curtain!
The figures were created by the light of the full moon on that clear and still night.
She was just a shadow, but I could tell it was the accused, reverse-gripping that dagger!
Phoenix:
Sh-Shadows...? That's what you saw?
Ihmus:
That's right. I could see what was going on by the shadows projected onto the ritual curtain.
Judge:
In the future, Mr. Ihmus, I would rather you offer up accurate testimony from the start.
Ihmus:
Forgive me, my main man Mr. Magistry. Chalk it up to my fuzzy memory!
Nahyuta:
Though he saw but shadows, it is still valuable testimony.
Phoenix:
(You have to be kidding me...)
Maya:
Wh-What are we going to do now, Nick?!
Phoenix:
Umm... All I can think of is... ...to look for inconsistencies between the actual rite and what Mr. Ihmus says he saw.
Judge:
Now then, the defense may cross-examine the witness once more.
Cross-Examination-- The Night of the Murder (Amended) --
Ihmus:
I saw their shadowy silhouettes, projected against the ritual curtain!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So what you saw were simply shadows...?
Ihmus:
...That's right. Those shadow figures on that bright white curtain... They showed through plain as day. I could see everything that happened!
Phoenix:
But Ms. Fey and Abbot Inmee were at the top of a mountain, late at night. The only light up there was coming from four small lanterns. How could the shadows have been projected that clearly onto the curtain?
Ihmus:
No wonder people harp on you lawyers! You're always so dang skeptical! The lanterns weren't the only sources of light, ya know!
Ihmus:
The figures were created by the light of the full moon on that clear and still night.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You claim to have seen shadowy figures that were projected onto the ritual curtain. But did you really see them, Mr. Ihmus?
Ihmus:
'Course I did! The bright moonlight projected them onto that curtain, clear as day. It was like watching a scene out o' a horror movie from my front row seat on Mt. Poniponi!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess the moon does shine a bit brighter when you're way up there...) Maya, do you recall how bright the moon was that night?
Maya:
Umm... I remember there weren't any clouds, and that the moon was definitely out. But I don't remember if it could cast any shadows.
Phoenix:
Okay, thanks. (We can't deny that the moon was really bright. Which means it's possible that it was bright enough to cause shadows to appear.)
Ihmus:
Har har har har har! I remember it just like it happened!
Present Rites Guide
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You saw silhouettes projected by the moonlight?"
Ihmus:
She was just a shadow, but I could tell it was the accused, reverse-gripping that dagger!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How do you know it was Ms. Fey, if all you saw were shadows?
Ihmus:
It was that little bun on toppa her head! Didn't need to see her face. That distinctive bob's a dead giveaway! Never underestimate my keen sense o' observation! Har har har har har! Now that's one funny haircut!
Maya:
It's not nice to make fun of a girl's hairstyle! I like my hair this way! Besides! You're one to talk, you sasquatch!
Ihmus:
You're not into this wild, manly look I'm sporting? Shows what you know, little girl! Haaar har har har har!
Maya:
Nick...!  Isn't there some kind of a crime you can charge him with?!
Phoenix:
I-I'm afraid it doesn't work that way...
Phoenix:
Now he claims he only saw shadows? His testimony has sketchy written all over it.
Maya:
Then there must be an inconsistency in there somewhere!
Phoenix:
...Yep. (Was he really watching everything from Mt. Poniponi? If so, then I should see how his testimony lines up with the conditions of the rite.)
Phoenix:
You saw silhouettes projected by the moonlight? Sorry,  but that's just not possible.
Ihmus:
Wh-Whaddaya mean?! How's it not possible that it was totally possible?! That's impossible!
Phoenix:
(I think I'm going to need a "logicalese" translation on that...) Let's take a look at this rites guide, shall we, Mr. Ihmus? The rite is held "when the moon is directly over the summit of Mt. Poniponi."
Ihmus:
Doot doot doooooot...
Phoenix:
So if the moon was shining from the west, shadows would've been cast eastward. But Mr. Ihmus was standing to the west of the Inner Sanctum on Mt. Poniponi.
Judge:
O Holy Mother!
Phoenix:
That's right. Our witness here couldn't have seen any shadowy figures on that curtain!
Ihmus:
N-N-No... NO WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-HEE-HEE-HEEEE!
Judge:
Hmm... Perhaps it was the sacred flames of the lanterns that cast the shadows he saw?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid not. I inspected them during my investigation, but... ...the flames were too small to cast the crisp, distinct figures Mr. Ihmus claims to have seen.
Ihmus:
But...! I did see those silhouettes! Really!
Maya:
But how could he, Nick?
Phoenix:
Maybe he was someplace where they WERE visible...? (Wait... Don't tell me...!) Your Magistry! If Mr. Ihmus really did see those shadows, it brings a brand-new fact to light!
Judge:
And that would be...?
Phoenix:
The brand-new fact that comes to light if Mr. Ihmus really did see those shadows is...
He didn't see the murder
Phoenix:
He didn't see the murder!
Ihmus:
But I just told ya I DID see the silhouettes on the curtain! If you think I didn't see the murder, then prove it!
Phoenix:
I can't actually prove it, but my lawyer's intuition tells me you didn't see it!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you shall have to do better than that. Unless you want more of these, anyway.
Phoenix:
(He's saying he saw the shadows from Mt. Poniponi, which I've shown is impossible. In that case...) Your Magistry.  If Mr. Ihmus really did see the shadows, there can be only one explanation.
Leads to:
He wasn't where he claimed to be at the time of the murder!
He was somewhere else
Leads to:
"He wasn't where he claimed to be at the time of the murder!"
Phoenix:
He wasn't where he claimed to be at the time of the murder!
Ihmus:
D-Doot doot dooooot...
Judge:
Oh? Then where do you propose the witness was?
Phoenix:
Someplace where he could have seen the shadow figures, naturally!
Maya:
Wait! You mean... 
Phoenix:
None of the mountains east of the Inner Sanctum are close enough for a good view. That leaves only one place he could've clearly seen the shadows from.
Judge:
...And where might that be?
Phoenix:
This is where Mr. Ihmus was at the time of the murder.
The Plaza of Devotion
Phoenix:
He was at the Plaza of Devotion!
Nahyuta:
Do you truly believe Mr. Ihmus could see the Inner Sanctum from there?
Phoenix:
He must have really good eyes.
Ihmus:
Ooh, I do pride myself on my excellent vision! But still, you think I could've seen the Inner Sanctum with a big ol' mountain in the way?
Judge:
It's not a matter of good eyesight, defense. I must punish you for not seeing that.
Phoenix:
Argh... Should've seen that coming... (All righty, then...)
Judge:
You lawyers are a desperate lot, aren't you.
Phoenix:
Don't worry, Your Magistry. I'll get it right this time!
Leads back to:
"This is where Mr. Ihmus was at the time of the murder."
The high priest's home
Phoenix:
He was at the high priest's home!
Judge:
And just how do you propose he saw those curtain shadows from there?
Phoenix:
Umm, the witness must be clairvoyant.
Judge:
Clairvoyant?! Is this true, Mr. Ihmus?
Ihmus:
Do I look like a psychic nutjob to you?
Judge:
...Not a psychic one, at any rate.
Phoenix:
(Well, at least the insult wasn't directed at me this time.)
Judge:
You lawyers are a desperate lot, aren't you.
Phoenix:
Don't worry, Your Magistry. I'll get it right this time!
Leads back to:
"This is where Mr. Ihmus was at the time of the murder."
The Inner Sanctum
Leads to:
"Mr. Ihmus was at the Inner Sanctum -- just outside the curtain on the east side!"
Phoenix:
Mr. Ihmus was at the Inner Sanctum -- just outside the curtain on the east side! That's the only place from which he could've seen the shadowy figures!
Ihmus:
Hoo-haaaaaah!
Nahyuta:
.........Ngh!
Maya:
Really?! Wow, I didn't even think of that!
Judge:
But wasn't the Inner Sanctum off-limits to all but the victim and the accused?
Phoenix:
And the third party who was there, you mean. I get the feeling that's a subject Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would rather not touch right now.
Nahyuta:
.....................
Judge:
Ah, you mean...!
Phoenix:
That's right. This witness was at the scene of the crime. Which means he is the mysterious third party we saw during the Divination Séance. He could be the one who dressed as Lady Kee'ra and killed the high priest!
Ihmus:
Goo-geeeeeeh!
Judge:
Wh-Wh- Whaaaaaat?!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
No one but the two participants were allowed anywhere near the Inner Sanctum. And the only way up there are the stairs that start down at the Plaza of Devotion. So tell me: How do you propose the witness entered that sacred space?
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... He must've, uhhh...  (I haven't thought THAT far ahead...)
Judge:
The sanctum has sheer cliffs on three sides and a steep, towering rock face on the other. No one could have made it there by climbing the faces of those cliffs.
Nahyuta:
His Magistry speaks true. To say Mr. Ihmus was at such an inaccessible location is but a bid to tarnish his credibility. Is that not right?
Ihmus:
Right! I wasn't at the Inner Sanctum! No sir, no how! At least I'm pretty sure I wasn't!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
T-Then, what about those silhouettes you claim to have seen?
Ihmus:
I'm starting to think I've been imagining things! 
Phoenix:
What?! Th... This is insane!
Gallery:
I knew we couldn't trust that lawyer. He's trying to frame the witness!
Judge:
Peace! Peace, I say!
Phoenix:
(This is impossible! Unless I can show how he got to the Inner Sanctum... ...it just looks like I'm trying to slander Mr. Ihmus.)
Maya:
I believe in you, Nick! Rah, rah, siss boom bah! Fight, fight, Phoenix Wright!
Gallery:
Just look at the accused. Has she no shame?
Maya:
What's your problem, lady?! Phoenix Wright is very trustworthy, I'll have you know!
Gallery:
She's got some nerve for a criminal! I bet that lawyer poisoned her mind.
Phoenix:
P-Please, Maya, you're only making it worse. I appreciate the vote of confidence, but it's probably best to keep it to yourself for now...
Judge:
I would advise the defense to think carefully before making any more sudden outbursts.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Magistry... (If I wasn't the bad guy before, I definitely am now!)
Nahyuta:
Now, Mr. Ihmus. I would like you to think back carefully... ...before you testify next about where you were that night.
Witness Testimony-- I Wasn't at the Inner Sanctum --
Ihmus:
I was never at the Inner Sanctum, I tell ya!
That much I'm sure of, even with the fuzzy memory.
Besides, it woulda been impossible to get there in the first place!
Boy, you lawyers sure are scary!
Phoenix:
(I guess it might've been impossible for him to get to the Inner Sanctum like he claims, but...)
Nahyuta:
Now will you desist in trying to frame this innocent witness?
GalleryYeah! I'd like to see you explain how he got up there!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Is it not time to end these cross-examinations?
Nahyuta:
"A moment of desperation leads to 100 million years of torment." It means that for each moment a sinner spends struggling to deny their sins... ...100 million years of torment are added to their time in hell.
Phoenix:
(Khura'inism is the strictest religion ever!)
Nahyuta:
And just so you know, you've already accrued 200 million extra years.
Gallery:
Plus the 500 million years they started with... that's 700 million years of torment!
Maya:
Sure, what's another 200 million, give or take.
Phoenix:
(Well, it's a big deal to me! I can't keep saying that the witness was there at the Inner Sanctum... ...if I can't prove it. The problem is, how am I going to do that?)
Cross-Examination-- I Wasn't at the Inner Sanctum --
Ihmus:
I was never at the Inner Sanctum, I tell ya!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you sure you weren't there?
Ihmus:
All I'm sure of is that you're deeply skeptical! Hey, Mr. Prosecutor, are all lawyers always like this?
Nahyuta:
Most certainly. They always try to pin crimes on innocent witnesses, without any proof whatsoever. They are no better than bacteria or viruses.
Ihmus:
Yikes! You mean he's contagious?! He's gonna give me... lawyer-itis!
Phoenix:
(Okay, this is getting ridiculous.)
Ihmus:
Whew, that was a close one. He almost put me there at the scene of the crime when I wasn't even there!
Ihmus:
That much I'm sure of, even with the fuzzy memory.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You just said your memory was fuzzy!
Ihmus:
I sure did. What's the big deal?
Phoenix:
I'll tell you what! Your testimony isn't very credible if your memory of the events is fuzzy!
Ihmus:
Oh, no worries there. My memory may be fuzzy, but I'm very clear on one thing!
Phoenix:
(Here we go again...)
Ihmus:
If you asked me whether or not I remember what I did that night, I'd say I do!
Judge:
In short, you are confident that your testimony is true. ...Is that correct, Mr. Ihmus?
Ihmus:
Har har har har har! Exactly! Guess ya don't get to be a judge for nothing! So, in closing, I can clearly say that I was totally not there!
Ihmus:
Besides, it woulda been impossible to get there in the first place!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hmm... I wonder if it really was impossible for you to get to the Inner Sanctum...?
Nahyuta:
If you have something to say, just say it.
Phoenix:
Couldn't there have been another way to get there? A way that wouldn't attract attention?
Ihmus:
No, there isn't!
Phoenix:
(Which means, there is.)
Judge:
Perhaps the defense would share its theory with us.
Phoenix:
(I don't even have a wild guess, let alone a theory, though. Time to reach into my bag of bluffs!) To reach the Inner Sanctum without attracting any attention...
He climbed up the cliff
Phoenix:
No one would've noticed if he had scaled up the side of the mountain. He could've snuck into the Inner Sanctum that way!
Ihmus:
Har har har har har! The cliff face is all loose and crumbly 'round there. Even a pro mountain climber couldn't have made it up that way!
Nahyuta:
Everyone here in Khura'in knows that. But let us forgive the defense's ignorance -- he is a foreigner, after all.
Phoenix:
W-Why doesn't anyone ever tell me these things?!
Ihmus:
Tough luck, lawyer! I couldn't have gotten up to the Inner Sanctum by scaling the cliff!
Phoenix:
Arrrgh! ...Please add that to your testimony, Mr. Ihmus.
Add statement:
"No one could climb up those cliffs. The rocks are all loose and crumbly!"
He came from the plaza
Phoenix:
Maybe you snuck up to the Inner Sanctum via the stairs in the Plaza of Devotion?
Ihmus:
Har har har har har! With all those people at the plaza?! I don't think so!
Phoenix:
But they were all completely absorbed in prayer. With a little stealth, you could've slipped by without drawing any attention!
Nahyuta:
I am afraid that would have been impossible. During the rite... ...the gate to the stairs was locked tight from the Inner Sanctum side.
Phoenix:
Wh-What?!
Ihmus:
Yeah! If I'd tried to force the lock open... ...someone there woulda noticed, even if they were deep in prayer!
Phoenix:
Nngh! ...P-Please add that to your testimony, Mr. Ihmus.
Add statement:
"The plaza gate is locked from the side facing the Inner Sanctum."
He fell from the sky
Phoenix:
Maybe you fell from the sky?
Ihmus:
Har har har har har! The lawyer thinks he's a comedian now!
Nahyuta:
I was wondering what crazy theory you would propose next. Well, defense, let's hear it.
Phoenix:
Mr. Ihmus could've... um... parachuted down! We already know the weather was clear, and there was no wind to speak of. Perfect weather for skydiving, I'd say!
Nahyuta:
Now that you have been backed into a corner, your delusions grow ever more delusional. The Inner Sanctum is on a tiny ledge upon a sheer cliff over 2,000 meters tall. One misstep, and a skydiver would soon find themself in the Twilight Realm.
Ihmus:
Yeah! I don't care how still the wind was. Even I couldn't have made that jump!
Phoenix:
Wait! What's this building on top of the sacred mountain...?
Nahyuta:
That is Royal Penitentiary No. 4.
Phoenix:
(Oh, right. Princess Rayfa mentioned there was a prison up there.) How do you get your prisoners up there anyway?
Nahyuta:
By helicopter. But only with authorization from the minister of justice. He is the only one who can approve flights that pass over the Inner Sanctum.
Mountain Range Poster updated in the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
Might I also add, defense... ...that no parachute or any other equipment necessary for skydiving have been found.
Ihmus:
Are ya saying I flew down there by flapping my arms? I may be an incredible dude, but even I'm not capable of that!
Phoenix:
Arngh... Well, please add that statement to your testimony, Mr. Ihmus.
Add statement:
"It's not like I can fly through the air, either!"
Ihmus:
No one could climb up those cliffs. The rocks are all loose and crumbly!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You really couldn't climb your way up? Like, what if there was a route where the rock is more solid? Or maybe you're a celebrated rock climber. You know, something like that?
Ihmus:
As I said before, the rock's all loose and crumbly! And there's no route up there where the rock's more solid. Moreover, I've never rock climbed a day in my life!
Judge:
Any attempt to climb that mountain would be as good as throwing your life away.
Phoenix:
Aw, come on, Your Magistry...
Judge:
You continue to claim that the witness was at the Inner Sanctum. Yet said claim shall remain but a claim without any supporting evidence, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, I realize that, Your Magistry. (If I can't find any inconsistencies, guess I can always try to elicit some more testimony.)
Ihmus:
The plaza gate is locked from the side facing the Inner Sanctum.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Who can verify that the gate was actually locked? I mean, what if it wasn't?
Nahyuta:
The high priest himself was seen locking it before the rite began. And we have many believers from the plaza who can corroborate this.
Ihmus:
Guess you struck out again, Mr. Lawyer Man!
Phoenix:
(What if there was a spare key to the gate? But I'm in no position to prove that, so... what now?)
Judge:
You continue to claim that the witness was at the Inner Sanctum. Yet said claim shall remain but a claim without any supporting evidence, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, I realize that, Your Magistry. (If I can't find any inconsistencies, guess I can always try to elicit some more testimony.)
Ihmus:
It's not like I can fly through the air, either!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You wouldn't need to flap your arms if you had some gear.
Nahyuta:
As I have already stated... ...nothing of the sort was found in or around the scene of the crime.
Ihmus:
Har har har har har! I'd sure like to see some o' that so-called gear you're talking about!
Phoenix:
(I know, I know... But was there really nothing like that at the Inner Sanctum? What if there was something that could've been used as a parachute? I should give the evidence another look.)
Judge:
You continue to claim that the witness was at the Inner Sanctum. Yet said claim shall remain but a claim without any supporting evidence, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, I realize that, Your Magistry. (If I can't find any inconsistencies, guess I can always try to elicit some more testimony.)
Present Sanctum Prayer Flags
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"...Mr. Ihmus is right."
Ihmus:
Boy, you lawyers sure are scary!
Press
Phoenix:
Now hold on. Lawyers aren't scary!
Ihmus:
But you're saying I was at the Inner Sanctum when I wasn't! Anyone who'd try to frame an innocent man like that is scary in my book!
Gallery:
LAWYERS ARE SCARY! LAWYERS ARE SCARY!IT'S A SETUP! IT'S DEFINITELY A SETUP!
Phoenix:
I'm not trying to set anyone up! I-I'm going to provide evidence and explain exactly how it was done.
Nahyuta:
The gallery speaks true. They know the depth of a lawyer's sin, and the poverty of his virtue.
Phoenix:
(There may be some bad apples, but we're not all like that, you know!)
Maya:
Don't worry, Nick! I'll still root for you, no matter how morally bankrupt you become!
Phoenix:
(Thanks a bunch, Maya...)
Ihmus:
Har har har har har!
Phoenix:
(Mr. Ihmus wasn't at the Inner Sanctum? Or more precisely, couldn't get there?)
Maya:
Hmm... I don't see a way out of this. 
Phoenix:
Yeah, these kinds of debates only get worse if you argue them the wrong way. I'll have to pry some conclusive testimony out of him, and then present some evidence!
Maya:
Like when you're trying to catch frogs from a pond! Once you've got a grip on one, you'd better hold on tight!
Phoenix:
R-Right... Something like that.
Phoenix:
...Mr. Ihmus is right. He couldn't have skydived down there without any gear.
Ihmus:
Well now, finally come around, have ya? Now you see that I couldn't have possibly been there at the Inner Sanctum!
Phoenix:
Right. ...If you didn't have any gear, that is.
Ihmus:
Wh-Wh-Whaaat on eaaaarth are you talking about?!
Phoenix:
(That overreaction is a dead giveaway that I'm on the right track!) Take a look at this piece of evidence!
Judge:
Those are prayer flags, are they not?
Phoenix:
Yes, but they have been sewn together... ...to create one big banner. A banner that could also function like a parachute!
Nahyuta:
Pohlkunka...!
Phoenix:
The people of Khura'in are so used to seeing prayer flags... ...that the police didn't even think twice about these flags during their investigation.
Nahyuta:
N-No, this cannot be!
Phoenix:
The witness landed at the Inner Sanctum by using these prayer flags as a parachute! Is that not right, Mr. Ihmus?
Ihmus:
There's no way out. I'm surrounded!
Phoenix:
Um... Mr. Ihmus?
Ihmus:
All this talk's jogged my memory. I-I-I guess... I guess I WAS there at the Inner Sanctum after all!
Nahyuta:
Grrrrrr...!
Phoenix:
As I suspected, there WERE three people there that night!
Maya:
You did it, Nick! You weren't wrong, after all!
Phoenix:
Um, thanks? Mr. Ihmus. You were the one disguised as Lady Kee'ra that night, weren't you?
Ihmus:
Whaaa...?! N-No way, no how! Uhh... It's like this... Umm... Oh, yeah! I was only there at the Inner Sanctum by accident!
Phoenix:
By accident?
Ihmus:
Exactly! And that thing's not a parachute. It's a homemade paraglider!
Phoenix:
A paraglider? Are you telling me you could fly using that patchwork mess of material?
Ihmus:
It may not look like much, but it's as sturdy as can be! I rode the wind like an eagle, going higher and higher from my earthly launching point! But then something happened that forced me to land at the Inner Sanctum!
Phoenix:
So you just happened to land there? You expect me to believe that?!
Judge:
Now, now. Please calm yourself, Mr. Wright. However, the fact that the witness was at the Inner Sanctum is crucial testimony indeed. And it certainly warrants further explication. Therefore, let's continue with more testimony.
Witness Testimony-- Why I Was at the Inner Sanctum --
Ihmus:
That evening, I was enjoying a trek through the night sky with my homemade paraglider.
But just as Mt. Poniponi was drawing near, something terrible happened!
An accident forced me to make an emergency landing at the Inner Sanctum!
As I landed, I banged my head, causing me to lose my memory!
So you see, I ended up at the Inner Sanctum purely by accident!
Nahyuta:
Mr. Ihmus, you failed to mention any of this during your pre-trial questioning.
Ihmus:
Can't be helped! I mean, I'm just remembering it now!
Nahyuta:
Continue such slipshod testimony and you will be cast into the Hell of Hangnails... ...where you shall have hangnails grown and ripped out for 800 million years.
Ihmus:
HOO-HAAAAAAH! ...I think I'll pass on that! 
Phoenix:
(Looks like that caught Prosecutor Sahdmadhi off-guard. This is my chance to rip his case to shreds!)
Cross-Examination-- Why I Was at the Inner Sanctum --
Ihmus:
That evening, I was enjoying a trek through the night sky with my homemade paraglider.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You were enjoying a trek through the night sky with your homemade paraglider? You didn't go to pray?
Ihmus:
A devout Khura'inist like me can pray anywhere -- even while flying through the sky! But I wouldn't recommend you try it. You're bound to end up dead! Har har har har har!
Maya:
A paraglider? I didn't see anything like that!
Ihmus:
That's 'cause o' the ritual curtain! It blocked your view! You shoulda seen me, majestically soaring between the mountains!
Maya:
R-Really? ...What do you think, Nick?
Phoenix:
D-Don't ask me.
Ihmus:
Har har har! I was really enjoying that flight! At first, anyway...
Ihmus:
But just as Mt. Poniponi was drawing near, something terrible happened!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Something terrible happened?
Ihmus:
Exactly! And when I say terrible, I mean TERRIBLE!
Phoenix:
What? Was there something unexpected near Mt. Poniponi?
Ihmus:
Err... What was it again?
Phoenix:
...Wait, you don't remember?
Ihmus:
Uhh... Let's just say it was terrible!
Ihmus:
An accident forced me to make an emergency landing at the Inner Sanctum!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What exactly was this "accident" you had?
Ihmus:
Good question. Now what was it again...? ...Wind? Oh yeah, it was the wind! And not just any wind, but a sudden gale force wind. Made me lose control.
Phoenix:
The wind was strong enough to make you lose control?
Ihmus:
Ya got that right.
Phoenix:
Okay, then. Please add that to your testimony.
Add statement:
"Gale force winds came out of nowhere, so I made an emergency landing at the sanctum!"
Ihmus:
Gale force winds came out of nowhere, so I made an emergency landing at the sanctum!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Had the wind been blowing the whole time around the mountains?
Ihmus:
Yep! Just the right amount o' wind for paragliding! So that sudden gale force wind was a real shocker!
Phoenix:
I see. So a decent wind had been blowing until then.
Ihmus:
Right! A paraglider's not much use without a decent wind!
Present May 9th Newspaper
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"We have a saying in my country, Mr. Ihmus:"
Ihmus:
As I landed, I banged my head, causing me to lose my memory!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Where at the Inner Sanctum did you land?
Ihmus:
That's easy! Where the paraglider ended up!
Phoenix:
(I guess that makes sense. So, outside the ritual curtain, on the side where the moonlight shadows were cast.)
Ihmus:
But right as I landed, I hit my head on a rock! I lost both my consciousness and my memory! Haaar har har har har!
Phoenix:
(Something's seriously wrong with this guy.)
Ihmus:
So you see, I ended up at the Inner Sanctum purely by accident!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're lucky to be alive after an accident like that.
Ihmus:
Yeah, I'm just a lucky kinda guy! It's times like these that separate the men from the boys!
Phoenix:
Wow, I'd say you were incredibly lucky... Almost miraculously so.
Ihmus:
If ya got something to say, just say it!
Phoenix:
...All right, Mr. Ihmus. It wasn't an accident, was it? You landed at the Inner Sanctum on purpose.
Ihmus:
Wh-What the--?! No, it was an accident, I'm telling ya! You don't even have any proof! So stop making things up about me!
Phoenix:
(His testimony's like a moving target!)
Maya:
Okay, Nick! Time for some evidence. You know, really grab him by the scruff of his neck!
Phoenix:
O-One thing at a time, Maya. First, I have to find an inconsistency. (But where there is constantly changing testimony... ...there are bound to be discrepancies and other issues!)
Phoenix:
We have a saying in my country, Mr. Ihmus: "One lie begets another."
Ihmus:
Huh? What's that supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
It means someone caught lying will lie again in an attempt to conceal their first lie. In other words, this current testimony is just a blatant lie you're telling to cover your tracks!
Ihmus:
What did you just say?!
Phoenix:
You claimed gale force winds caused you to lose control... ...but this newspaper has the weather report for the day of the murder. It says, "The area around the Inner Sanctum will enjoy calm, clear skies today."
Ihmus:
P-P-P-Pohlkunkaaaaaaaaa!
Judge:
Why, I do believe it does say that!
Maya:
One lie begets another... That makes sense, but... Is it really a saying back home? I've never heard of it.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I kind of made that one up.
Maya:
For real?
Phoenix:
Your Magistry! The witness's testimony contains another flaw -- one that's even more fatal to his cause.
Judge:
More fatal, you say? The defense will explain himself at once!
Phoenix:
Mr. Ihmus claims he was flying up around the Inner Sanctum with his paraglider. But it would've been impossible to get all the way up there without any wind!
Judge:
Why, yes! I believe you're right! But we know the witness was at the Inner Sanctum, so... Mr. Ihmus! How did you get there?! And from where?
Ihmus:
...........................
Phoenix:
(Without any wind, he couldn't have flown up there from the bottom of the mountain. By process of elimination... ...the only starting point that makes ANY sense is...!) Your Magistry, I believe I have the answer to your question. To reach the Inner Sanctum, Mr. Ihmus must have launched himself from here!
Present prison
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Hoo-hah!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This was his starting point!
Nahyuta:
Do you truly believe he arrived at the Inner Sanctum from there?
Phoenix:
Yes! Positive!
Judge:
Hmm... I fail to see how he could have reached the Inner Sanctum from there.
Phoenix:
(...Of course. What was I thinking?)
Nahyuta:
You are a fool. Such an answer is no better than what a monkey might offer.
Judge:
Now now, let us not be cruel. Even a monkey could point out a more probable location.
Phoenix:
(Great. Now the judge thinks I'm lower than a monkey.)
Nahyuta:
So, the lawyer was monkeying around when he claimed Mr. Ihmus flew down from above.
Phoenix:
No, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. The witness DID fly down from above. With that in mind... To get to the Inner Sanctum, Mr. Ihmus must have launched himself from here!
Ihmus:
Hoo-hah! ...Are you insane?!
Judge:
Th-That's where he came from?!
Phoenix:
If he couldn't have come from below, the only other option is from above. So you see, A'nohn Ihmus came down from Royal Penitentiary No. 4! From there, he could have easily reached the Inner Sanctum by parachute! And that means he might have also killed the high priest!
Judge:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Phoenix:
Mr. Ihmus! Were you the third party at the Inner Sanctum?! And the one behind the warning to halt the rite that the victim received?! Was it you we saw in his final memory?! Are you the rebel hunter Lady Kee'ra?!
Ihmus:
HOOOOOOOOO-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Hey, Mr. Prosecutor, sir! Help me out here!
Nahyuta:
..................
Maya:
You did it! You finally left him speechless!
Ihmus:
Aw, c'mon, Mr. Prosecutor Man!
Nahyuta:
...Quiet, you fool. You should use this time to prepare yourself for what is to come. For a fate far worse than Hangnail Hell awaits you now.
Ihmus:
.........
Nahyuta:
Well done, defense. I must concede this point to you. The witness did, in fact, descend to the Inner Sanctum from Royal Penitentiary No. 4.
Phoenix:
(Huh? He didn't even put up a fight this time. That's awfully... generous of him.)
Nahyuta:
But if you are as perceptive as you seem, then surely you've already figured out the riddle. ...The riddle of A'nohn Ihmus's true identity.
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... (His true identity? Not sure I know quite yet, but I guess I'll have to answer with something...)
Judge:
...It would seem I am the only one still in the dark here. Would the defense care to enlighten me? Who is this man we've been calling A'nohn Ihmus?
Phoenix:
The witness's true identity is...
Present Wanted Poster
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(Is this really him?!)"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hm? I fail to see how that shines any light on the matter.
Nahyuta:
That's because it doesn't. This piece of evidence has nothing to do with the witness's identity.
Phoenix:
I was just testing Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, to see if he really knew!
Judge:
...It seems you are the clueless one here, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Couldn't bluff my way out of that one... Hmm... If he was at Royal Penitentiary No. 4 before he landed at the Inner Sanctum... ...then he must be...!)
Judge:
Unless you wish to be removed from this Hall of Justice, I suggest you think carefully. What is A'nohn Ihmus's true identity?
Leads back to:
"The witness's true identity is..."
Phoenix:
(Is this really him?!)
Nahyuta:
Hmph. Only now do you realize the truth. Well? Please do share with us your belated insight.
Phoenix:
Umm...
Maya:
What's wrong, Nick? Just say it!
Phoenix:
Because this isn't going to be very helpful to our case...
Maya:
Really?! Are you sure?
Phoenix:
(Unfortunately, I've got no other choice.) That scruffy beard and shaggy mane completely threw me off. But it's all becoming clear now. The nighttime B.A.S.E. jump from the mountaintop prison... The precision landing at the Inner Sanctum using only a homemade parachute...
Ihmus:
.....................
Phoenix:
Only a paratrooper, or more precisely, a former paratrooper, could've pulled that off. This witness is Datz Are'bal -- prison escapee and key member of Dhurke's rebel group!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Ihmus:
GAAAH-HAAAAAAH!
Judge:
The witness is an escaped prisoner?!
Nahyuta:
Precisely. The police have been scouring every corner of the city to no avail. Meanwhile, here he was under our noses the entire time.
Ihmus:
Hoo-haaaaaaaaaaaah! Didn't think anyone would see through my clever disguise!
Nahyuta:
Heh heh heh. But the witness's charade is not all that has been shattered. ...Is it, defense?
Phoenix:
(Boy, do I hate this guy...)
Nahyuta:
Please recall the defense's own words...
Phoenix:
Whoever sent it clearly meant to threaten the high priest. The letter said, "Do not perform the rite." But the rite went on as scheduled. I believe that is why the high priest was murdered.
Judge:
Who do you suppose sent that letter?
Phoenix:
A person with something to hide -- the rebel hunter disguised as Lady Kee'ra herself!
Nahyuta:
He claimed that the real killer was "the rebel hunter disguised as Lady Kee'ra."
Maya:
Yeah, and what's your point?!
Nahyuta:
What of the witness's true identity?
Phoenix:
Only a paratrooper, or more precisely, a former paratrooper, could've pulled that off. This witness is Datz Are'bal -- prison escapee and key member of Dhurke's rebel group!
Maya:
*gasp* Oh no!
Nahyuta:
He is a rebel and an escaped prisoner. He could not possibly have been Lady Kee'ra, mortal enemy of the rebels!
Maya:
Nooooooooooo!
Nahyuta:
...Now, perhaps the witness will enlighten us to the truth. After all, he has yet to refute any of this. 
Ihmus:
Hoo-haaah! Ya got me! I'm the razor-sharp fangs of the Defiant Dragons!
Datz:
...Datz Are'bal!
Nahyuta:
When did you get your memory back?
Datz:
Oh, around the time you guys were talking about there being no wind. But ya gotta gimme credit for making up all that testimony off the top o' my head!
Phoenix:
Are you prepared to tell us the truth now?
Datz:
Well, it's true I parachuted down to the Inner Sanctum...  ...but I banged my head on impact, and ended up unconscious outside the ritual curtain! In short, all my eyewitness testimony was a big fat lie.
Phoenix:
A big fat LIIIIIIEE?!
Datz:
Oh, and by the way! Long time no see... Yuty!
Nahyuta:
.........
Phoenix:
(Wait... They know each other?)
Nahyuta:
Your Magistry. This filthy rebel belongs in a jail cell.
Judge:
Oh, yes! Of course! Bailiff, seize him at once!
Datz:
Seems ya really have forgotten the will of the dragon, huh, Yuty. But I haven't. And no dogs of the Ga'ran regime are gonna lay a finger on me! ...Alley-oop!
Nahyuta:
Deploy all available resources! I want all units placed on high alert!
Judge:
The escaped prisoner... escaped again.
Nahyuta:
The police force has been placed on high alert. He will be caught before long.
Maya:
An escaped prisoner who's escaped the law again after giving a ton of false testimony... Talk about a troublemaker.
Phoenix:
He really pulled a number on all of us. (What was the point of all that, anyway?)
Judge:
Well, I can't help but feel that entire episode was an enormous waste of time.
Nahyuta:
...Your Magistry. Perhaps it was not as great of a waste as you might believe.
Judge:
What makes you say that, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
Datz Are'bal dropped something as he made his escape from these halls.
Phoenix:
(Hm? That scrap of paper looks awfully familiar.)
Nahyuta:
These appear to be direct orders from Dhurke.
Judge:
From Dhurke?! The rebel leader?! Oh, but we only have a small corner of it...
Phoenix:
(Wait, I remember now...!) Your Magistry, I've seen that scrap of paper before!
Judge:
You have?
Phoenix:
The scrap of paper Datz Are'bal dropped is a part of this.
Present Bloodstained Letter
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"And this is...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Take a look at this. This could be related to the scrap of paper Mr. Are'bal dropped.
Judge:
Really? Because I fail to see the connection.
Phoenix:
I suspected as much. Okay, on to the next piece of evidence.
Judge:
One moment, Mr. Wright! We move on when I say it's time to move on!
Phoenix:
Arngh, can't you let it slide once in a while? (I better carefully compare the scrap of paper Mr. Are'bal dropped to the evidence I have.)
Judge:
I will ask the defense once more. Where have you seen this scrap of paper before?
Leads back to:
"The scrap of paper Datz Are'bal dropped is a part of this."
Judge:
And this is...?
Phoenix:
I found it at the scene of the crime. It appears to be a copy of the order that Mr. Are'bal dropped. If we put the two together, we should be able to read what the order says!
Judge:
Oh, my! And just what does it say, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
..................... I can't read Khura'inese.
Judge:
Ah... Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, if you please.
Nahyuta:
The ignorant lawyer has not bothered to learn our language? Very well, then... .............................. ...I do not understand.
Phoenix:
Well? Wh-What does it say?!
Nahyuta:
Using the lamplights as a landmark, he was to parachute down to the Inner Sanctum. Upon the rite's completion, he was to don Lady Kee'ra's robes and make his escape.
Judge:
What?! That is how he was to escape from prison?!
Phoenix:
(So, if I were to assume that Mr. Are'bal was the one who killed the high priest... ...then maybe it was because Abbot Inmee tried to thwart his escape plan...?)
Nahyuta:
O foul lawyer... I'm afraid that is simply ludicrous.
Phoenix:
Huh? B-But I didn't say anything. (D-Did he just read my mind?)
Nahyuta:
I know how your putrid mind works. Unfortunately for you, however, now that the rebel's escape plan has been revealed... ...it is clear that Datz Are'bal is not the high priest's killer.
Phoenix:
H-How can you be so sure?!
Nahyuta:
If only you would use that putrid brain of yours every once in a while. Datz Are'bal's plan could not have worked without the help of a certain individual.
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean?
Nahyuta:
I am speaking of Abbot Inmee, of course. Had Datz Are'bal simply donned Lady Kee'ra's robes and made his escape alone... ...he would have been far too conspicuous. But were he by the high priest's side... ...the faithful citizens praying in the plaza would have had no cause to suspect anything. It is, therefore, unthinkable that Datz Are'bal was the high priest's killer!
Phoenix:
AUGH!
Judge:
S-So then, you're saying...! The high priest was a...?! Oh, I cannot bear to say it!
Nahyuta:
I am afraid it is so. He numbered among the rebels who threaten our kingdom.
Judge:
How could this be?!
Gallery:
...The high priest... a rebel?Th-There must be some kind of mistake!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
...Let it go, and move on. Accept the truth. It is the only way. And that goes double for you, defense. Cease your futile battle now.
Phoenix:
And why should I?
Nahyuta:
Because I will now put the final nail in the coffin of the accused. Now that we have eliminated Datz Are'bal from our list of suspects... ...there is only one person that still remains: the accused, Maya Fey.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hold it right there! Aren't you forgetting something important?
Judge:
Something... important? Please do explain, defense.
Phoenix:
We can't end this trial without looking into...
The arrow
Phoenix:
What about the arrow that was fired into the high priest's house?!
Nahyuta:
It was simply a means to deliver the warning letter to the victim.
Phoenix:
(Hmm...That's more or less the same conclusion we came to yesterday...) You know... I guess you're right.
Judge:
Oh? Then THIS should be just about right as well! It seems there is no need to continue this trial any longer.
Phoenix:
No, Your Magistry. There is still something important that must be brought to light!
Leads back to:
"We can't end this trial without looking into..."
The murder weapon
Phoenix:
What about the murder weapon?! We haven't found it yet!
Nahyuta:
What does it matter if it has been found or not? The fact remains that the victim was killed with it by the accused.
Judge:
I also fail to see how that would be important, Mr. Wright. This, however, is. It seems there is no need to continue this trial any longer.
Phoenix:
No, Your Magistry. There is still something important that must be brought to light!
Leads back to:
"We can't end this trial without looking into..."
The third party
Leads to:
"I'm talking about the true identity of the Lady Kee'ra we saw in the Séance vision!
Phoenix:
I'm talking about the true identity of the Lady Kee'ra we saw in the Séance vision! If that wasn't Datz Are'bal, then who was it?! 
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
That matter has already been resolved.
Phoenix:
It has? (What's he talking about?)
Nahyuta:
It is as I have maintained from the start. There was no third party in the Séance vision.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
B-But there was another Lady Kee'ra there besides Maya Fey! We all saw her!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Phoenix:
(Wh-What the--?! I... I can't do my finger point!)
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Hrnh!
Phoenix:
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Nahyuta:
...It is time to let it go, and move on. Your fate has already been sealed, much like your arm.
Phoenix:
(Th-This hardly seems fair.)
Nahyuta:
It is quite simple once you consider where the victim and the accused were at the time. If the victim was near the spring with his back to the accused, what would he see ahead?
Judge:
Besides the water itself... there is nothing but the warbaa'd statue.
Nahyuta:
Precisely. The Lady Kee'ra we saw in the Séance is the warbaa'd statue draped in her sacred robes!
Phoenix:
N-NOOO WAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Nahyuta:
The accused wanted the false Lady Kee'ra to appear in the Séance vision... ...before she came from behind and stabbed the victim with the dagger in a reverse grip.
Judge:
But why would the accused want to do something like create a false Lady Kee'ra?
Nahyuta:
To show it to the victim as he was being slain.
Judge:
And what reason would the accused have to fool the victim she was about to kill?
Nahyuta:
It was not the victim she was trying to fool. ...It was this very court itself.
Judge:
Come again?
Nahyuta:
Suspicion would not fall on the accused if it looked as if another Lady Kee'ra was there. And the defense was foolish enough to fall for it and claim it was a third party in disguise.
Judge:
Are... Are you saying...?!
Nahyuta:
I am. It was all a cleverly wicked scheme, perpetrated by the accused. A scheme in which she sought to use the Séance vision to mislead us!
Phoenix:
(This can't be happening!)
Nahyuta:
What a face you are making, defense. I am surprised you are taking this so hard. After all, did I not clearly state a while back... ...that you were chasing after naught but a deluded fantasy?
Nahyuta:
Heh heh heh...Something has occurred to me, you see. And your allegations of a third party are but a 
deluded fantasy.
Phoenix:
(You're telling me he knew this is how it would turn out all the way back then...? And that he was just waiting for the most effective moment to spring it on me?!)
Nahyuta:
Heh heh heh. Do you understand now? I have had you dancing in the palm of my hand this entire time. 
Phoenix:
It... It can't be--!
Judge:
This is an outrage! You took our royal priestess's sacred Divination Séance... ...and used it to commit this most foul and despicable murder?!
Maya:
N-No! I did nothing of the sort!
Phoenix:
(Maya...)
Maya:
Nick! It's not true! I... I didn't...!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Cease this ugly display. Your fate is sealed now that the facts have been exposed. Your Magistry. The time has come to convict this criminal who only seeks to taint this sacred hall.
Judge:
Indeed. It seems this trial is over. 
Phoenix:
Judge:
Does the defense wish to offer up yet another counterargument or something?
Phoenix:
Umm... The accused is... uhh... is not the killer! And uh... here's why... (Now what do I do!? I've got nothing!)
Judge:
It would appear that the defense has run out of arguments to make.
Phoenix:
(I thought for sure that that rebel was the killer! The only person with a possible motive -- the one dressed as Lady Kee'ra -- has vanished. And I've got nothing to use against Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's argument! Damn it! I can't lose now! Not like this!)
Judge:
Very well then, I shall now render my verdict.
Phoenix:
W-Wait! Please, wait! I'm begging you!
Nahyuta:
It is time to let it go, and move on.
Judge:
This trial need not be drawn out any longer. The defense has failed to counter the charge filed by the prosecution. In accordance with the law, I invoke the Defense Culpability Act against the defense. Now, then. This court finds the accused, Maya Fey... ...and the defense, Phoenix Wright... 
Guilty
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Bailiff:Your Magistry! Please forgive the interruption, but...
Judge:
What is the meaning of this?!
Bailiff:
A body has been found in the Plaza of Devotion, Your Magistry!
Nahyuta:
...What's this?
Phoenix:
(A body? What happened now?)
Bailiff:
And we found this sticking out of the victim.
Judge:
Wh-Why that's... Warbaa'd Dagger!
Gallery:
Lady Kee'ra! She has returned from the Twilight Realm once more!She has come to defeat the rebels!
Judge:
Peace!
Nahyuta:
Well, it would seem the dagger that was once lost has now been found.
Bailiff:
I have one more thing to report, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi!
Nahyuta:
Yes?
Bailiff:
This dagger... It bears the fingerprints of Maya Fey on it!
Phoenix:
WHA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Maya:
B-But...
Phoenix:
(Why would Maya's prints be on it?)
Nahyuta:
.............................. I cannot believe it, yet it must be true...
Judge:
Is something the matter, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
This trial has run its course, and the accused's guilt has been firmly established. However... ...it would seem the defense was right about one thing. You claimed that the murder at the Inner Sanctum... ...had been carried out by the rebel hunter masquerading as Lady Kee'ra.
Phoenix:
I did say something to that effect, but what of it?
Judge:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! A-Are you suggesting what I think you are?
Nahyuta:
I believe the true identity of the rebel hunter who has been masquerading as Lady Kee'ra... ...is none other than the accused, Ms. Maya Fey!
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaaaat?!
Maya:
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!
Judge:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Nahyuta:
I realize how shocking this must seem. Looking back, however, I now realize there was much that pointed to this fact. The rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra was first sighted about two years ago. And the accused first came to our kingdom two years ago as well.
Judge:
Wh-Why, the timing matches perfectly!
Nahyuta:
But there is more... That warning letter was found in the high priest's bedroom three days before the rite. Despite his house being locked up tight that night.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How does that prove anything?!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
It is difficult to believe an intruder could have found a way to enter such a secure house. However, the accused was known to come and go freely there. ...Mainly to prepare for the Purification Rite.
Phoenix:
Ah!
Maya:
Abbot Inmee was an important figure with a ton of duties, including training acolytes. He was really kind, even to a foreigner like me. He even invited me over to his house whenever I was between training sessions.
Nahyuta:
The accused could have easily left the house unlocked for herself without anyone noticing.
Phoenix:
Nooooooooooooooo!
Lady Kee'ra's Warning updated in the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
If we assume that the accused was Lady Kee'ra... ...that more than establishes her motive for killing the high priest.
Judge:
Yes, the victim was secretly an insurgent, bent on helping Datz Are'bal escape, after all.
Nahyuta:
Precisely. That made him a target of Lady Kee'ra's wrath. And after killing the high priest, she then unleashed her divine justice on another rebel. So, it seems the scope of this case has expanded. We now have... two murders perpetrated by Ms. Maya Fey, masquerading as Lady Kee'ra.
Judge:
.................. If Ms. Fey is indeed a serial killer, it would affect the severity of her punishment. In light of this, I believe this second murder must be investigated before we can proceed.
Nahyuta:
As you wish, Your Magistry. Maya Fey, I hereby charge you with this second murder. May your defiled soul feel the weight of your sins.
Phoenix:
(A new murder charge on top of a guilty verdict?)
Judge:
It seems the defense will live to see one more day.
Phoenix:
(Talk about "hanging on by a thread"...)
Nahyuta:
Heh heh heh. Come tomorrow, a far more terrible punishment awaits you.
Judge:
I hereby suspend these proceedings so that the second murder may be investigated. Until the conclusion of this new investigation, this court is adjourned!
To Be Continued
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement is inconsistent with this piece of evidence.
Nahyuta:
Let it go, and move on. Abandon this folly. You know very well your evidence proves nothing.
Phoenix:
Nice try, but you can't make me give up. I'm going to prove I'm right!
Judge:
You can point your finger as much as you want, but you're simply wasting your time. It is a pitiful sight to see a lawyer who doesn't know when he is beat.
Phoenix: 
(Argh... I just need to hang in there a little longer.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this piece of evidence. Anything come to mind?
Nahyuta:
............
Judge:
............
Phoenix:
W-Well...?
Judge:
Hm? Did the defense have something he would like to say?
Phoenix:
(That fell on deaf ears.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Judge:
Is something the matter?
Phoenix:
Sorry. That scream just sort of slipped out.
Judge:
I don't know about trials in your country, but we refrain from such rash outbursts here. Perhaps this will deter any future urges you might have.
Phoenix:
(I'm not helping my case in the judge's eyes, both literally and figuratively.)
Presenting incorrect sensation or Insight during Divination Séance (on initial Insight)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence! isn't this statement inconsistent with the vision?
Rayfa:
Inconsistent...?
Phoenix:
Exactly! That's where the inconsistency lies!
Judge:
No, I believe it is in the defense's thought process that the inconsistency lies.
Phoenix:
(Argh. Guess there wasn't an inconsistency there after all...)
Maya:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
What is it, Maya?
Maya:
I'm... still trying to figure this whole Insight thing out. When the words change size... ...that means the intensity of those sensations is changing, too, right?
Phoenix:
That's what it looks like to me.
Maya:
So then... that's probably something we should keep an eye on, too. In short, we should be on the lookout for... ...changes that shouldn't take place, but they do anyway... ...and changes that don't occur when they should.
Phoenix:
How very perceptive of you. (I guess all that training's sharpened Maya's mind along with her powers.)
Phoenix:
Let's compare the vision to the Insights, while looking for changes in sensory intensity!
Maya:
Sounds like a plan!
Presenting incorrect sensation or Insight during Divination Séance (on all revised Insights)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence! isn't this statement inconsistent with the vision?
Rayfa:
Inconsistent...?
Phoenix:
Exactly! That's where the inconsistency lies!
Judge:
No, I believe it is in the defense's thought process that the inconsistency lies.
Phoenix:
(Argh. Guess there wasn't an inconsistency there after all...)
Consult (during a cross-examination, when evidence must be presented)
Maya:
Looks like you can't count on your bluffing skills to save your butt this time.
Phoenix:
Yeah... This is a tough one.
Maya:
Well, to me, there's something about this one statement that seems off.
Phoenix:
Yeah, it does sound a little strange, doesn't it? Thanks, Maya. I'll take another look at the evidence.
Maya:
You can always count on me!
Consult (during a cross-examination, when statements must be pressed)
Maya:
You're looking a little pale there, Nick. Are you all right?
Phoenix:
This trial is really putting me through the wringer.
Maya:
Maybe it's just a matter of getting the information you need.
Phoenix:
Right... Thanks, Maya. (Guess I'd better keep pressing, then!)
Maya:
Once you get more info, you can use it to make one of your famous bluffs!
Phoenix:
(She makes it sound like bluffing is my default move.)
Consult (during a Divination Séance, on initial Insight)
Maya:
What's wrong, Nick?
Phoenix:
Um, I'm having a tough time spotting a contradiction.
Maya:
Well, there was one sensation that caught my eye. You know that footsteps sensation? Didn't something about it seem strange to you?
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it... Thanks. I'll focus on that as I review the Insights.
Consult (during a Divination Séance, on first revised Insight)
Maya:
You're making that "I-can't-find-a-contradiction" face of yours again, Nick.
Phoenix:
Yeah, well... I'm kinda clutching at straws here.
Maya:
And I think we should focus on the sound of bells that were just uncovered.
Phoenix:
You're right. Let's focus on that sensation and take another look at Rayfa's Insights.
Consult (during a Divination Séance, on second revised Insight)
Maya:
You look like you're having a tough time, Nick.
Phoenix:
Yeah, because I can't find any contradictions. I mean, the sensations in the vision all seem perfectly fine to me...
Maya:
In that case, why don't you read the Insights while focusing on what the victim saw?
Phoenix:
(Of course! His sense of sight! Time to go over those Insights again!)
Consult (during a Divination Séance, on third revised Insight)
Phoenix:
Maya... I can't find any contradictions.
Maya:
Come on, Nick. A bit early to throw in the towel, don't you think?
Phoenix:
But I didn't notice anything wrong with the sensations that appeared as words just now.
Maya:
Well then, maybe the contradiction is in what Abbot Inmee saw. I think there's something fishy about the things that we can more clearly see now. Also... We should focus on not only the sensations, but the updated Insights, as well.
Phoenix:
Right. Thanks, Maya!
Too many penalties
Judge:
This trial need not be drawn out any longer. The defense has failed to counter the charge filed by the prosecution. In accordance with the law, I invoke the Defense Culpability Act against the defense. Now, then. This court finds the accused, Maya Fey... ...and the defense, Phoenix Wright... 
Guilty
The Rite of Turnabout
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May 11, 1:03 PMTehm'pul Temple
Phoenix:
(What do I do now...? I can't believe Maya and I were actually found guilty...)
Judge:
This trial need not be drawn out any longer. The defense has failed to counter the charge filed by the prosecution. In accordance with the law, I invoke the Defense Culpability Act against the defense. Now, then. This court finds the accused, Maya Fey...  ...and the defense, Phoenix Wright...
Guilty
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Ahlbi:
M-M-M-Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ahlbi!
Ahlbi:
I saw the whole trial! What's going to happen to Miss Maya now?
Phoenix:
...I'm worried about that, too. But right now...
Bailiff:
I have one more thing to report, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi!
Nahyuta:
Yes?
Bailiff:
This dagger... It bears the fingerprints of Maya Fey on it!
Phoenix:
Right now, I need to focus on the next trial.
Ahlbi:
The murder of Acolyte Zeh'lot, right?
Phoenix:
At least the jury is still out on that one, so to speak. (The two murders are most likely connected. If I can get to the bottom of Acolyte Zeh'lot's murder... ...it might give me the ammunition I need to overturn Maya's guilty verdict.)
Ahlbi:
Let me help you investigate! I want to assist you any way I can!
Phoenix:
I appreciate it, Ahlbi, but we're talking about a murder.
Ahlbi:
Yeah, but it's going to be hard for a foreigner to investigate this on his own!
Phoenix:
You have a point there.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I wish I knew what to do.)
Rayfa:
.....................
Phoenix:
(Hm? Isn't that...?) ...Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
...............
Phoenix:
Um, Princess Rayfa?
Rayfa:
Hm? ...Oh, it is you again. ...The dead lawyer walking, guilty of abetting a murderer under the Defense Culpability Act.
Phoenix:
Urk! (I see she hasn't lost any of her charm.)
Rayfa:
...........................
Phoenix:
Why the long face? I thought you'd be glad I was found guilty under the DC Act.
Rayfa:
...Hmph. I am in no mood to take joy in your suffering. For I was unable to defeat you, and had to leave the job to others. I failed in my sacred duty as the royal priestess.
Phoenix:
I guess that answers my question.)
Rayfa:
Have I misunderstood... the voice of the mitamah... yet again? ...Th-This--! This cannot be!
Rayfa:
..................
Phoenix:
(All I did was defend my client... Nngh... I can't bear to see her looking so sad like this, though...) ...Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
..................
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
Hm? Oh, Barbed Head. I thought you had already begun your journey to the Twilight Realm.
Phoenix:
I'm not dead yet! I still have an investigation to do... for tomorrow's trial.
Rayfa:
What's this?! D-Do you mean to say... ...you have not given up yet?
Phoenix:
That's right. I'm going to prove Maya innocent tomorrow.
Rayfa:
............ But why? Why do you refuse to give up? I cannot fathom such obstinacy. Investigate all you want -- I care not!
Phoenix:
...You really don't mind? But aren't you worried that a lawyer backed into a corner by the DC Act... ...might do something desperate, like forge evidence?
Rayfa:
What's this?!
Phoenix:
If left unsupervised, I'd be free to do whatever I wanted, you know.
Rayfa:
............Grrr!
Phoenix:
(Okay, now to see if she takes the bait.)
Rayfa:
Yes... I see your point. Barbed Head...
Phoenix:
Yes?
Rayfa:
I know what happened yesterday. You perpetrated some sort of fraud or other misdeed while I was not watching!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Rayfa:
That explains why I misunderstood the voice of the high priest's soul! Yes, of course! That is the only explanation!
Phoenix:
............ (I was just trying to cheer her up. Now she thinks even less of me.)
Rayfa:
I must not allow you to sully our sacred Hall of Justice with your misdeeds ever again. Therefore, today, I will be monitoring your every move once more! I will not fail to spot your misdeeds this time! The moment I see anything out of the ordinary, I will send you straight to prison. And you, boy. Do not throw your lot in with this foreign devil.
Ahlbi:
...B-But... Your Benevolence!
Phoenix:
It's okay, Ahlbi. You don't need to worry about me. I'll be back before you know it. (But first, I should probably lighten my load a bit.) Ahlbi, would you mind holding on to some evidence for me?
Ahlbi:
Of course not! I'm always glad to help!
Unnecessary evidence unloaded onto Ahlbi.
Ahlbi:
May the Holy Mother's blessings be upon you!
Phoenix:
(Now then... The scene of the crime is the logical place to start. If I recall correctly, the body was found at the Plaza of Devotion.)
Talk
Any ideas?
Rayfa:
That boy has grown far too close to you. He will require re-education if he persists in befriending lawyers.
Phoenix:
Re-education? What exactly does that entail?
Rayfa:
First, he must meditate upon Lady Kee'ra for forty-eight hours in the prayer pose.
Phoenix:
How is that re-education? It sounds more like torture to me.
What to do
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! You have an investigation to conduct, do you not?! Get on with it!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, but... (Why does she always have to be like this?)
Rayfa:
What? Would you have preferred that tour guide boy tag along instead?
Phoenix:
Huh?! Oh, umm...
Rayfa:
Hmph, it would appear I have read your mind most accurately.
Phoenix:
(That smile of hers is downright scary.)
Bazaar
Examine
Bird
RAWWWRRR!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaah! What the heck was that?!
Rayfa:
Honestly, what sort of grown man jumps at the call of a warbaa'd?
Phoenix:
What? That roar came from this bird? ...I-It is a bird, right?
Rayfa:
W-Well... give me a moment! ...Nayna! The warbaa'd has many natural enemies. Therefore, it mimics a lion's roar in order to scare them away. But you did not know that, did you? And you call yourself a lawyer! Hmph!
Phoenix:
You didn't know, either, until you asked Nayna.
Rayfa:
Enough! You... You... lamebrain!
Yak
Rayfa:
Have you never seen a yak before, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
Only in zoos.
Rayfa:
Well in Khura'in, they play an important part in our daily lives. Therefore, they must be treated with kindness and with respect.
MOOOOOOOOO!
Rayfa:
H-Hey! What are doing?! I command you to cease that at once!
Phoenix:
(Wow... That yak is really licking and nuzzling the daylights out of Rayfa...)
Rayfa:
Foul beast! You have made a mess of my royal raiment! For that, I shall make a leather coat out of you later!
Phoenix:
What was that about treating them with "kindness and respect" again...?
Cart
Rayfa:
Why, this giah'pam looks positively delicious. I think I shall take this one.
Phoenix:
Y-Your Benevolence! You can't just take things without paying!
Rayfa:
Shopkeeper! You will receive your payment from this barb-headed foreigner.
Lady:
Thank you, barb-headed foreigner.
Phoenix:
Peasants paying for princesses? This place is absolutely feudal.
Poster
Phoenix:
(It's a poster... That's the Plumed Punisher, Khura'in's famous action hero. I guess we're not the only country with superheroes like that.)
Steaming buns
Rayfa:
........................
*groooowl*...
Phoenix:
...Was that your stomach?
Rayfa:
N-No! Th-That was not me!
*groooowl*...
Rayfa:
Th-That... was the cry of the warbaa'd!
Phoenix:
Would you like a magatah'man?
Rayfa:
Enough! I am not hungry!
Phoenix:
(Why can't some people just admit when they're hungry?)
May 11Plaza of Devotion
Phoenix:
Looks like the police already finished their investigation. (To think someone would be killed here --  a place devoted to prayer. A body outline and... flowers? Did someone leave them here in memory of the deceased? Hm? And there's something different about the prayer flags today...)
Rayfa: 
As the high priest's disciple, Acolyte Zeh'lot was utterly devoted to his training. First the high priest, and now his devoted disciple... Maya Fey will pay for this!
Phoenix:
As I keep trying to tell you, Maya has nothing to do with any of this!
Rayfa:
And you can prove this... how?!
Phoenix:
What do you think I'm doing here?! Gathering dirt and dust for the trial?!
Rayfa:
You and your smart mouth! This is precisely why you and your lawyerly ilk are so reviled.
???:
Hey, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ema!
Rayfa:
It's that detective from your country again...
Ema:
Eep, it's the princess!
Rayfa:
You seem displeased that I am here.
Ema:
Oh, n-no, no! Don't be silly! Mr. Wright? I'm, uhh... I'm so sorry about what happened to Maya.
Phoenix:
It's not your fault, Ema. You were just doing your job. And if I had just done mine...
Ema:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
...But it's no use crying over spilled milk! Would you mind telling me what you know about the murder? It's do or die in court tomorrow. And I mean that literally.
Ema:
Gladly. I'll help in any way I can!
Rayfa:
Remember, I have my eyes on the both of you, so see to it that you commit no misdeeds.
Ema:
Of course not! Hmph, you're talking to a professional here.
Examine
Body outline
Phoenix:
Acolyte Zeh'lot died bent over in prayer. There's no trace of blood on the ground, though... The fact that there's so little bleeding could mean it was a single stab to a vital point. ...Not that that would've been very difficult, considering the position he was in.
Prayer rug
Phoenix:
Acolyte Zeh'lot was killed in a prayer pose. With his head bent over like that, the last thing he saw must've been this rug.
Rayfa:
It is a prayer rug woven by devout monks. May the Holy Mother's blessing be upon his departed soul.
Phoenix:
It's strange that there are no bloodstains, though...
Rayfa:
Hmm... Perhaps it was so cold, his blood froze. Or perhaps it was absorbed by his vestment.
Phoenix:
(It IS pretty cold. Maybe the blood really did just freeze inside his body.)
Flowers
Phoenix:
So these flowers were left here in memory of Acolyte Zeh'lot? What are they called?
Rayfa:
They are known as nahmanda, and they are given to express sorrow when a life is lost.
Phoenix:
It seems offering flowers in memory of the dead is a universal practice.
Nahmanda Flower added to the Court Record.
Purple prayer flag
Phoenix:
This prayer flag looks much newer than the rest. Umm, Your Benevolence? What does it say here?
Rayfa:
The dearest wishes of our subjects are written upon these prayer flags. Reading the prayers of others is considered rude, but if you must know... ...it says, "At the usual spot. Bring grub. The key, too." Hmm,  that is one of the more direct and practical prayers I have ever seen.
Phoenix:
...I wonder if it's even a prayer.
Brand New Flag added to the Court Record.
Talk
The incident
Phoenix:
Let's see... How about starting with an overview of what happened.
Ema:
Sure. The victim is Puhray Zeh'lot. He was the high priest's disciple. His body was discovered around noon today... ...right after the rite wrapped up.
Phoenix:
So, during the high priest's murder trial.
Ema:
That's right. Apparently, he had been here praying since the day before the rite even started. Talk about serious devotion.
Phoenix:
(Yeah... I barely lasted a few minutes.)
Ema:
This is a picture of Mr. Zeh'lot's body.
Phoenix:
(That dagger in his upper back looks like it would've been particularly painful. Hm? Is that a tattoo on the back of his neck? It's... peach shaped...?)
Ema:
Everyone started leaving when the praying was finally done... ...but the victim remained bent over in prayer. And when they went over to check on him...
Phoenix:
They discovered he was dead, right?
Crime Photo (Zeh'lot) added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Yes. The estimated time of death is May 9, sometime between... ...the start of the rite and the discovery of the high priest's body. In other words, we believe the crime took place during the Purification Rite. And the murder weapon was the same ceremonial dagger that killed the high priest. The prosecution believes Maya came down the stairs after killing the high priest... ...and then stabbed Mr. Zeh'lot with the same dagger.
Phoenix:
(Circumstantial evidence does point to Maya, but...) What about the cause of death?
Ema:
He apparently died instantly from the dagger that was left thrust into his upper back. Here's the autopsy report.
Zeh'lot's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Rayfa:
Estimated time of death, you say? How can you know such a thing? I want to know! ...Well, Barbed Head! Out with it!
Ema:
Oh, so the princess of the spirit medium kingdom is interested in forensic science?
Rayfa:
Hmph! I have no interest is science, forensic or otherwise! Nevertheless, I will someday be queen. As such, it would be wise to know what silly things the common folk believe in.
Ema:
Tsk! There's nothing silly about it! I'll have you know, even Prosecutor Sahdmadhi holds forensics in high regard.
Rayfa:
Does he?! Hmm... Perhaps I should not underestimate the power of science. Still, I suppose it is nothing much compared to the Divination Séance.
Ema:
She really doesn't have an adorable bone in her body.
Phoenix:
Ema, I think she's actually interested. Would you mind explaining it to her?
Ema:
...I guess I have to now. ...Okay, there are many ways to estimate the time of death... ...but the most well-known method uses the change in body temperature.
Rayfa:
Interesting...
Ema:
Body temperature drops at a steady rate from the moment a person dies. That means we can tell how long someone's been dead by measuring their temperature.
Rayfa:
Hmm... I see, I see! That was quite enlightening. Barbed Head! Present your forehead now!
Phoenix:
What? Why?
Rayfa:
Hmm... You feel just a little over ninety-five degrees. It seems you are not dead yet.
Phoenix:
Of course I'm not!
Rayfa:
Heh heh. It was but a jest. After all, you're still the dead lawyer walking.
Phoenix:
(I fail to see the humor in any of this.) Were there any witnesses? With so many people here at the plaza, you'd think somebody would've seen something.
Ema:
You'd think so, wouldn't you? But we haven't found a single witness.
Phoenix:
How's that even possible?!
Rayfa:
Because everyone was bent over, utterly devoted to prayer, naturally.
Phoenix:
Oh, right, the back-shattering pose that nearly killed me. Still, you'd think someone would've noticed something.
Ema:
I thought so too, but... ...with the monk's scarf he had on, no one could see the dagger in his upper back. Plus, everyone was so absorbed in prayer, they didn't see or hear anything.
Phoenix:
I can't believe this.
Rayfa:
What you choose to believe is your choice, but the fact remains there were no witnesses. However, there is one piece of irrefutable evidence. ...The dagger.
Ema:
Sadly, yes...
Phoenix:
Argh...
Murder weapon
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about the murder weapon?
Ema:
The killer used the Warbaa'd Dagger, the legendary weapon of Lady Kee'ra. It was discovered impaled in the victim's upper back.
Rayfa:
The accused's fingerprints were found on the dagger, were they not?
Ema:
Y-Yes, they were.
Warbaa'd Dagger added to the Court Record.
Rayfa:
With such irrefutable evidence, there is no questioning the accused's guilt.
Phoenix:
Not so fast. What about a motive? Maya had no reason to kill Acolyte Zeh'lot.
Rayfa:
What do the police think about this matter?
Motive
Phoenix:
Maya had no reason to kill Acolyte Zeh'lot!
Rayfa:
So you say, but let us now hear what the police think about the matter.
Ema:
The police believe Maya is the Lady Kee'ra figure who has been battling the rebels. And since Mr. Zeh'lot was the disciple of the high priest, who turned out to be a rebel...
Rayfa:
He, too, was likely a rebel, and therefore met the same untimely demise as his teacher.
Ema:
...Yes, that is how the police currently view this crime.
Phoenix:
There's no way Maya is that Lady Kee'ra vigilante!
Ema:
I agree on a personal level, but the police are just going with what today's trial concluded.
Phoenix:
Ngrk! (I really blew it in court today.)
Present
Zeh'lot's Autopsy Report
Ema:
Based on the estimated time of death, we believe he was killed during the rite itself. It appears he was stabbed in the upper back with a dagger and died instantly.
Phoenix:
But there were so many people here. How could no one have noticed?
Ema:
I know. I can't believe it, either. I guess they were just that focused on their prayers or something.
Warbaa'd Dagger
Ema:
Maya's fingerprints were found on the dagger that was used in the murder. The police are, therefore, investigating her as their prime suspect.
Rayfa:
The evidence is irrefutable, with no room for argument.
Ema:
I really don't want to treat Maya as a suspect, but... ...based on the evidence and police reports I've received so far, it's not looking good.
Phoenix:
(Not good? More like, how could it get any worse?)
If Plaza of Devotion was investigated before High Priest's House
Phoenix:
That message on the prayer flag seems a little weird, but... ...I think I've seen everything there is to see around here.
Rayfa:
You have not found or heard anything of particular worth. Are you ready to give up?
Phoenix:
No, I'm not calling it quits yet!
Ema:
...D-Does it look like you have any hope of winning, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ema... I can't really say at this point. All I know is I have to keep investigating.
Rayfa:
What are you two sneaks up to? I would advise you to get back to work if you are done here, Detective. Otherwise, I will report you to Prosecutor Sahdmadhi for dereliction of duty.
Ema:
I-I-I, I'm going, I'm going! Well, see you later, Mr. Wright. And good luck!
Phoenix:
(I should really pay a visit to everyone and every place connected with this case.)
If Plaza of Devotion was investigated after High Priest's House
That message on the prayer flag seems a little weird, but... ...I'm not sure it's related to this case.
Rayfa:
We have paid a visit to all of the people and places connected with this case. I think it is about time you prepared yourself for the inevitable. Don't you?
Ema:
...D-Does it look like you have any hope of winning, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ema... I can't really say at this point. All I know is I have to keep investigating.
Rayfa:
What are you two sneaks up to? I would advise you to get back to work if you are done here, Detective. Otherwise, I will report you to Prosecutor Sahdmadhi for dereliction of duty.
Ema:
I-I-I, I'm going, I'm going! Well, see you later, Mr. Wright. And good luck!
Rayfa:
Well, Barbed Head? Is it not time to give up?
Phoenix:
No, there is still someone I need to talk to first.
May 11High Priest's House
Phoenix:
Hello. I'm sorry to bother you again, but...
Beh'leeb:
Oh, it's you.
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! You are not contemplating casting suspicion upon Lady Beh'leeb, are you? She lost her beloved husband, and now Acolyte Zeh'lot, who was like a son to her.
Phoenix:
Of course, I'm not. But since she was close to both victims, I wanted to hear what she has to say.
Rayfa:
...Very well.
Phoenix:
(And then there's the fact that Lady Kee'ra didn't attack Mrs. Inmee. That probably means she isn't a rebel.)
Beh'leeb:
Is this about poor Puhray? Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can talk about that right now. ...B-But what about Maya? She's innocent.
Beh'leeb:
Maya? I heard she was found guilty. First, my dear husband, and now Puhray?
Phoenix:
Mrs. Inmee, you don't really believe that Maya is the killer, do you?
Beh'leeb:
I-I... I don't know. But that was the verdict, so what else can I believe? What am I to do?
Phoenix:
The verdict was already reached in your husband's case... ...but the truth of the matter is yet to be found!
Beh'leeb:
How can you be so sure?
Phoenix:
...Because I believe that Maya is innocent. That is all I have right now -- my faith in her. So please. Help me understand what happened.
Beh'leeb:
So you're... you're defending her based solely on faith? Even though you'll be punished for abetting the accused?
Phoenix:
That's right.
Beh'leeb:
...A-All right, then. Your faith has moved me. I will tell you what I can.
Rayfa:
A-Are you sure about this, Lady Beh'leeb?
Beh'leeb:
"My lovely wife is also a devout follower of Khura'inism. As such, she is not one to make light of another's faith. But if I find that you have lied about your faith in Maya Fey's innocence... ...I shall curse your entire family and all your disciples for the next eight generations."
Phoenix:
(Hey! Leave Athena and Apollo alone, buddy!)
Examine
Photo
Phoenix:
A photo of the high priest, his wife, Acolyte Zeh'lot, and Maya... Since Maya's in it... ...it must've been taken the day before the rite. I should ask Mrs. Inmee about it.
Family Photo added to the Court Record.
Rayfa:
To think that this would be their final family photo... That no-good Maya Fey has some nerve. I mean, here she is posing with the two men whom she would soon kill.
Phoenix:
I beg to differ. I see this photo as proof that she didn't kill them.
Rayfa:
Hmph.That smile of hers does not fool me. I sense a deep and abiding malice behind it.
Phoenix:
(I'll prove Maya's smile is the real deal!)
Photo (after presenting Family Photo)
Phoenix:
It's that family photo they took. Mrs. Inmee said it was taken the day before the rite. I don't suppose any of them could've possibly imagined what was to come...
Talk
Puhray Zeh'lot
Phoenix:
How did Acolyte Zeh'lot end up living here as your husband's disciple?
Beh'leeb:
About two years ago, while my husband was at a spiritual retreat in the mountains... ...he came across Puhray collapsed on the ground. That's when he brought him here. You were always one to help those in need, weren't you, dear?
Phoenix:
...And he'd been living here ever since? (About two years ago... That's around the same time Maya arrived in Khura'in.)
Beh'leeb:
Yes, he was born in a poor village and had nowhere to call home. My husband felt pity for the boy, so he took him in as his disciple. ...But not only as his disciple. He was like a member of our family, too.
Phoenix:
I see. (If this is where Acolyte Zeh'lot lived... ...there might be something I could learn about him lying around here.)
The day before
Beh'leeb:
This photo was taken during the Feast of Blessings.
Phoenix:
The Feast of Blessings?
Beh'leeb:
Yes. It is forbidden to eat during the days of the rite, so the day before it's performed... ...we enjoyed dishes full of gingihl, an herb known to strengthen the body and mind. You loved the gingihl-based dishes I make, didn't you, dear?
Phoenix:
Gingihl... I heard you can go three days without sleeping after eating some.
Beh'leeb:
Yes, but many foreigners don't care for it because of its strong smell.
Beh'leeb:
Our customs say that these dishes can only be eaten the day before the Purification Rite... ...and only between noon and 3 PM.
Phoenix:
That's pretty specific. Is it because the smell is too strong?
Beh'leeb:
A very good guess, indeed. It is to ensure the smell is gone by the time Lady Kee'ra is welcomed the next day.
Phoenix:
Wow, is it really that strong? (Come to think of it, the evening before the murder... ...an overwhelming odor was all over town. It was like a cross between garlic and mint.)
Beh'leeb:
After the Feast of Blessings, Puhray went over to the plaza to begin his supplication. I never thought that would be the last time I would see him.
Phoenix:
What was Maya doing at the time?
Beh'leeb:
Shortly after Puhray left, she went to the temple to prepare for the rite. ...I don't know what she did after that.
Beh'leeb's Statement added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
So, Acolyte Zeh'lot went out to pray the afternoon before the rite? (According to the newspaper... ...on the day before the rite, the plaza was so cold, the whole place had iced over.)
Beh'leeb:
Puhray always prayed a lot -- far more than anyone I have ever known. He was a devout young man whose faith was twice as strong as others.
Phoenix:
(I don't know why, but that's... kinda intimidating to me...)
Present
Crime Photo (Zeh'lot) or Zeh'lot's Autopsy Report
Beh'leeb:
Oh, poor Puhray. He has joined my husband in the Twilight Realm. He was so full of life before he went out to the plaza.
Rayfa:
This must be most difficult for you. It is like losing a family member.
Beh'leeb:
What's that, dear? ...Yes, you're right. I don't know what would've become of me if my husband were not here by my side.
Phoenix:
Umm... Is there anything you can tell me about Acolyte Zeh'lot that might help?
Rayfa:
He was a kindly young man. Let us leave it at that.
Family Photo
Phoenix:
Can I ask you about this photo?
Beh'leeb:
It was taken during the Feast of Blessings, the day before the rite was held.
Phoenix:
The Feast of Blessings? Would you mind telling me a little more about it?
If High Priest's House was investigated before Plaza of Devotion
Phoenix:
(I thought I'd have made some progress by now. But I haven't come across any particularly insightful information, even here.)
Rayfa:
You seem disappointed.
Phoenix:
Mrs. Inmee, is there anything else you could tell me?
Beh'leeb:
Forgive me. But if I keep thinking about those two any longer...
Rayfa:
Barbed Head...
Phoenix:
Yes, I understand. Thank you for your help. I'm sorry to have troubled you.
Rayfa:
You have not found or heard anything of particular worth. Are you ready to give up?
Phoenix:
No, I'm not calling it quits yet!
If High Priest's House was investigated after Plaza of Devotion
Phoenix:
(I thought I'd have made some progress by now. But I haven't come across any particularly insightful information, even here.)
Rayfa:
You seem disappointed.
Phoenix:
Mrs. Inmee, is there anything else you could tell me?
Beh'leeb:
Forgive me. But if I keep thinking about those two any longer...
Rayfa:
Barbed Head...
Phoenix:
Yes, I understand. Thank you for your help. I'm sorry to have troubled you.
Rayfa:
We have paid a visit to all of the people and places connected with this case. I think it is about time you prepared yourself for the inevitable. Don't you?
Tehm'pul Temple
Present
Crime Photo (Zeh'lot) or Zeh'lot's Autopsy Report
Rayfa:
Ah, the second murder victim.
Phoenix:
Did you know Acolyte Zeh'lot, too, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
I knew of him. I know he had been living under the care of Abbot Inmee at his home, but little else.
Phoenix:
You mean like how they're letting me stay at the temple?
Rayfa:
Are you seriously trying to insult the poor victim with your comparison, you filthy dog?
Phoenix:
(Hey! What was THAT comparison for?!)
Warbaa'd Dagger
Rayfa:
That is the sacred dagger used in the Purification Rite. In using it for murder, the vile criminal known as Maya Fey shall be cursed for all eternity.
Phoenix:
Nothing's been proven yet, so stop treating her like a criminal!
Rayfa:
How do explain the accused's fingerprints all over the dagger, then? And the fact that Abbot Inmee was slain with this very weapon?
Phoenix:
(I-I hate it when I have no comeback...!)
May 11Detention Center
Maya:
...............
Phoenix:
(Maya sure looks tired.)
Phoenix:
I'm so sorry, Maya. I failed to defend you during that trial earlier today.
Maya:
I'm sorry, too, Nick. I never meant to get caught up in this whole mess. Even worse, I got you caught up in it, too, and you were convicted under that stupid law. Nick... You should really withdraw from this 
case. Maybe they'll even commute your sentence if you do!
Phoenix:
I-I could never abandon you like that! You might not believe me, but I'm going to pull off a win somehow.
Maya:
It's not like I don't believe in you, it's just...
Phoenix:
Don't worry. Maybe this extra day in court is a blessing from the Holy Mother. Let's use it to our advantage. We'll turn this trial inside-out and upside-down! You'll see!
Maya:
O-Okay...
Rayfa:
.....................
Phoenix:
You're awfully quiet, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
It is only a matter of time until your executions are carried out. I simply thought I would allow you two a good talk before you depart from this world.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but we're not giving up yet. And we won't till the bitter end.
Rayfa:
There is no need to put on a brave face. Your fates were sealed with today's verdict. Worry not of Maya Fey. The Twilight Realm will cleanse the taint from that neophyte practitioner's soul. Then, perhaps, the Holy Mother may finally forgive her.
Maya:
...............
Phoenix:
(Wait... Was that her attempt at comforting me?)
Rayfa:
Barbed Head, further resistance shall come to naught. Stop your desperate struggle. Accept the judgment that has been passed upon you.
Phoenix:
(She obviously doesn't know me very well.)
Rayfa:
Then, perhaps, your sentence will be commuted, and--
Maya:
Hold it right there, Your Benevolence. Why do you always have to be like that?
Phoenix:
M-Maya,what are you...
Rayfa:
Wh-What is the matter? I was simply showing some mercy upon your souls.
Maya:
Nick here is risking his life to defend me.
Rayfa:
And that is why I told you it will come to nau--
Maya:
No, it won't! Nick is just doing what lawyers are supposed to! He's defending his client, no matter what!
Rayfa:
Enough! There is no place for lawyers in the Hall of Justice! For we have the Divination Séance!
Maya:
But your Insights were wrong!
Rayfa:
Nnngrrrr...
Phoenix:
(Ooh boy, that's gotta hurt.)
Maya:
Don't you get it? Errors are bound to happen if your Insights are accepted without question. So I ask you, royal priestess: What is your true duty? Do the victims' souls or the Holy Mother herself wish you to judge people in error?
Rayfa:
Oooooh... You dare bring Her Holiness's name into this?! You know nothing, you... you... phony baloney!
Phoenix:
P-Please, you two! Enough already!
Maya:
S-Sorry, Nick. I got a little carried away. That's not really like me, huh? Aha ha ha.
Phoenix:
No,I should be thanking you, Maya. It's good to have you in my corner.
Rayfa:
Hrrnh... How dare you mock me so! You will not get away with this! I was a fool to show you compassion. And to think I could convince you to accept your fate. So struggle all you want in the Hall of Justice tomorrow. You will receive your just desserts, as the scorn of our kingdom is heaped upon you!
Phoenix:
(...I can see straight through that contorted smile on your face, you know. *sigh* She may say these terrible things... ...but it's just the way she was raised, I 
guess.)
Examine
Bell
Maya:
A guard will come running if you ring that bell there.
Phoenix:
Really? Let's put that to the test, shall we?
*jingle, jingle*
Maya:
Oh, but they got really mad last time when I rang it for no reason.
Phoenix:
You could've told me that before I rang it!
Talk
Zeh'lot's murder
Phoenix:
Could you try to remember what happened one more time?
Maya:
I've been trying as hard as I can... But I can't remember anything from the middle of the rite onward.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. You suddenly felt sleepy, and everything after that's a blank.
Maya:
Even so, I didn't kill anyone! And I'm not the one going around dressed like Lady Kee'ra! ...Although it's kind of cool to think there's a mysterious female vigilante out there.
Phoenix:
R-Right...
Puhray Zeh'lot
Phoenix:
Were you close to Acolyte Zeh'lot?
Maya:
Umm... We met several times during the meetings about the rite. But I didn't know him very well. He seemed pretty quiet.
Phoenix:
Didn't you eat together the day before the rite?
Maya:
Yeah! We ate this one super-stinky dish, but it was actually really good!I wasn't sure I'd like it, but it was love at first bite! Like... You know the salty noodles at Eldoon's Noodles? It's like if you added garlic and herbs to that,and then let it simmer for a really long time.
Phoenix:
(Sounds more like a hot pot than ramen to me at that point...)
Maya:
*sigh* Now I miss ramen, too...
Phoenix:
Umm... so what was Acolyte Zeh'lot like while you were eating?
Maya:
...He seemed to be enjoying the food. But as soon as we were done, he left to go pray.
Phoenix:
And what did you do? Oh, umm... I returned to the temple to prepare for the rite.
Phoenix:
(That coincides with Mrs. Inmee's description of events.)
Lady Kee'ra's identity (appears after Puhray Zeh'lot)
Phoenix:
Any idea who might be pretending to be Lady Kee'ra?
Maya:
Hmm... When the rite started, it was just me and Abbot Inmee.
Phoenix:
But the Séance vision showed a third figure who looked like Lady Kee'ra.
Maya:
I know... *sigh* Lady Kee'ra... I wish I could've seen her in the flesh.
Phoenix:
Umm, yeah... (Let's stay focused on the case, shall we?) It was supposed to have been impossible for a third party to enter the Inner Sanctum.
Maya:
Ah! But what if she came from the sky? You know, like that bushy-bearded paratrooper! That mountain would've been no match for Lady Kee'ra's wings!
Phoenix:
That's from the Plumed Punisher TV show, right?
Maya:
H-How'd you know?
Phoenix:
Because the real Lady Kee'ra doesn't have wings.
Maya:
Ooh! I've got it this time! There must be a secret room with a secret door at the Inner Sanctum! Did you know there are eighty-eight secret Plumed Punisher bases here in Khura'in?
Phoenix:
Can we please stop talking about the Plumed Punisher show for a sec, Maya?
Maya:
I guess so. *sigh* Keeping it real is much harder than it looks.
Present
Plumed Punisher Strap
Maya:
It's my Plumed Punisher strap! There's only one of them in the entire world! I'll treasure it for the rest of my life!
Phoenix:
.........Your Benevolence? I can't help but notice how hard you're staring at this strap.
Rayfa:
M-Me?! Want that?! Sorry, but you are sorely mistaken!
Maya:
Hey, Your Benevolence? Would you let me out of here in exchange for the strap?
Rayfa:
....................................... ...What a preposterous idea!
Phoenix:
(It didn't stop you from entertaining it, though, did it?)
Lady Kee'ra's Warning
Maya:
Nick, I'm not the one going around impersonating Lady Kee'ra.
Phoenix:
I know, Maya. I believe you.
Rayfa:
Oh, please. Dispense with this bungling act.
Phoenix:
I'm going to prove that Maya isn't Lady Kee'ra.
Rayfa:
Why bother? She is already as good as guilty. And floundering about will not change that fact.
Phoenix:
I don't care. I'll keep fighting until the very last crack of His Magistry's gavel!
Rayfa:
Hmph. You truly are...a nincompoop.
Crime Photo (Zeh'lot) or Zeh'lot's Autopsy Report
Maya:
First Abbot Inmee,and now Acolyte Zeh'lot...
Rayfa:
Spare me your crocodile tears. We both know it was YOU who slew those pious men!
Maya:
N-No, it wasn't me! Nick... How can we make her understand?
Phoenix:
Probably only by getting to the bottom of things in court tomorrow...
Warbaa'd Dagger
Maya:
I can't believe the sacred dagger was used in a murder.
Rayfa:
Only a truly irreverent individual would dare do such a thing. And it was your fingerprints that were found upon the weapon. How do you explain that?
Maya:
I used the dagger during our rehearsals! That's why it has my fingerprints on it.
Rayfa:
And how do I know you are not lying?
Maya:
Ugh... Why won't you believe me?
Phoenix:
Just let it go, Maya. There's no changing her mind right now...
Family Photo
Maya:
We took this picture during the Feast of Blessings... ...before all of these unthinkably tragic things happened...
Rayfa:
Unthinkable? I doubt that. You were surely plotting your murderous rampage at the time.
Maya:
I was thinking of nothing of the sort -- especially not during that meal! The smell of gingihl was so strong, I couldn't think of anything else.
Rayfa:
Yes, well, it IS a rather intense aroma...
Phoenix:
(Wow... Do I even want to know how strong of a smell gingihl gives off up close...?)
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
Well, I should get going now.
Maya:
...Sorry I wasn't any help.
Phoenix:
Don't worry. I've got this. We'll beat the charges tomorrow and be on the first plane back home before you know it. Then we'll go grab dinner at Eldoon's, or your favorite burger joint! You pick!
Maya:
...Sounds good! I think I'll get the extra-large Hamburg steak topping on my salty bowl! Best of both worlds!
Phoenix:
You can have whatever you like! (But first, I have to beat the charges.)
Maya:
Ah! I almost forgot!
Phoenix:
Ack! Wh-What is it?
Maya:
I have a favor to ask.
Phoenix:
Okay... But why are we whispering?
Maya:
I forgot I left something at the high priest's house. It's super important! Would you mind getting and holding on to it for me?
Phoenix:
Sure. So what's this super important thing?
Maya:
In my bag, you'll find a folding book. It's only given to the priestess who performs the rite. It's called the Tome of Secrets.
Phoenix:
That does sound important. How could you leave something like that just lying around? (That explains all the whispering. If Rayfa found out, all heck would break loose.)
Maya:
Look, it's got Lady Kee'ra's real name written in it, so... Oops! Don't tell anyone I told you that! In fact, just forget I said anything at all! It's supposed to be a secret!
Phoenix:
The Tome of Secrets contains... secrets? Imagine that.
Rayfa:
Hm? What are you two whispering about?
Phoenix:
Oh, um, n-nothing. It's just she forgot something, so I told her I'd go get it.
Rayfa:
...You are up to something, I just know it.
Maya:
Thanks, Nick! I'm counting on you!
Tehm'pul Temple
Talk
Any ideas?
Rayfa:
So, are you ready to give up, Barbed Head? Any more of this and you will cause Lady Inmee to suffer more than she already is.
Phoenix: 
I understand what you mean, but I can't give up that easily. After all, I have to defend Maya in court.
Rayfa:
Stubborn fool. ...But you have already been found guilty. If you wish to continue floundering about, I suppose now is your last chance.
Phoenix:
I'll take every chance I can get.
What to do
Rayfa:
What? Have you given up already?
Phoenix:
Not even close! Still, it does feel like I'm barely treading water over here.
Rayfa:
Water? Do all the people of your country go for a swim when they are troubled? If so, seek the rivers on the edge of town. There you will find all the water you need. Go ahead, paddle to your heart's content!
Phoenix:
(English idioms go right over her head.)
May 11High Priest's House
Phoenix:
Hello? Anybody home? No answer... Mrs. Inmee's probably out right now. Well, I'll just get what I came for.
Rayfa:
I am watching you like a warbaa'd, Barbed Head! You had better not steal anything!
Phoenix:
I would never do something like that! I'm just here to get what Maya asked for!
Rayfa:
Then get on with it. I would if you'd stop interrupting me...
Examine
Bag
Phoenix:
(Ah, here's Maya's bag.)
Rayfa:
Hm? What is that strange patch on her bag?
Phoenix:
It's the Steel Samurai. He's the hero of an action-hero show back in my country. It's actually Maya's favorite show. She's got all sorts of merchandise related to it.
Rayfa:
I see... He looks strikingly similar to the Plumed Punisher.
Phoenix:
They are similar, but... (...the Steel Samurai definitely came first.)
Rayfa:
I see... How interesting...
Phoenix:
(Rayfa seems genuinely intrigued. There must a common thread between Plumed Punisher and Steel Samurai fans. Come to think of it... ...didn't Maya mention something about trading with a Plumed Punisher fan? But I digress... I'd better find what she asked me to look for and get going.) Let's see here... This must be that Tome of Secrets that Maya was talking about.
Tome of Secrets added to the Court Record.
Rayfa:
Well, Barbed Head? Are you finished now?
Phoenix:
Hold on a second. The string around it is coming undone... Whoops! Oh...!
Rayfa:
AHHHHH! YOU FOOL! Do not lay eyes upon it! Put it away! Quickly! Before we go blind!
Phoenix:
Relax. My hand just slipped.
Rayfa:
This is the Tome of Secrets! Are you trying to get us cursed?! Lady Kee'ra is liable to swoop down and gouge our eyes out!
Phoenix:
Oh, right. This book is related to Lady Kee'ra, isn't it? Your Benevolence, would you mind if I asked you some questions?
Rayfa:
Hmph...
Examine
Bag
Rayfa:
What is that strange patch on her bag again?
Phoenix:
It's for the Steel Samurai, this action hero back in my country.
Rayfa:
It looks so similar to the Plumed Punisher -- strikingly so. Hmm, I see... "The Steel Samurai"...
Phoenix:
You're actually interested in it, aren't you?
Rayfa:
Wh-Whatever gave you that idea?!
Talk
Tome of Secrets
Rayfa:
This is not something I would normally speak about to an outsider such as you.
Phoenix:
Well, can't you make an exception?!
Rayfa:
If you insist... Nayna! What of this folding book? ...Yes, I see... This very important tome is bestowed upon the priestess in the Purification Rite.
Phoenix:
*gulp* Very important? Wh-What's written inside?
Rayfa:
Yes, yes... Yes, I see... ...Really? Is it all right to reveal that?
Phoenix:
...Um, uhhh... Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
Patience, patience! The book contains Lady Kee'ra's true name.
Phoenix:
Her true name? Is a name really that important of a secret?
Rayfa:
To a Khura'inist priestess, a person's name is one of the most important things to know.
Lady Kee'ra's real name (appears after Tome of Secrets)
Phoenix:
What's so important about a name?
Rayfa:
Without a name, a priestess's voice will fail to reach a person's mitamah. It is much like trying to send a letter without the recipient's address. A spirit can only be identified once you know the deceased's face and name.
Phoenix:
Oh, I get it. It's like when you see someone in a crowd you recognize, but you don't know their name. It makes it impossible to get their attention.
Rayfa:
Indeed. You must know a spirit's face and true name before you can commune with it. It is the same for Khura'inism's most secret art, one that my mother alone may use.
Phoenix:
The queen has a secret art?
Rayfa:
Hmph, it is something a foreigner such as you could never hope to guess.
Maya:
In Khura'inism, spirit channeling is a secret art that can only be performed by the queen.
Phoenix:
(I should pretend this is all new to me. Besides, I get the feeling she secretly really wants to tell me all about it.)
The queen's secret art (appears after Lady Kee'ra's real name)
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about this secret art of the queen you spoke of?
Rayfa:
Come again?
Phoenix:
Oh, sorry. Maybe we shouldn't talk about this. It IS a secret after all, right?
Rayfa:
It is the secret art of spirit channeling. But I suppose those words are meaningless to you.
Phoenix:
I'm just surprised how willing you are to tell me about it.
Rayfa:
A third-rate lawyer could not channel spirits simply by learning of the technique.
Phoenix:
(Third-rate is a bit harsh. I'd even settle for second.)
Rayfa:
What is it? You have the look of a tentacled hag frog upon your face.
Phoenix:
(What the heck is a tentacled hag frog?!) ...Spirit channeling... That's where a medium lets a spirit possess her body to return to our world, right?
Rayfa:
Well now. I see you have done your homework.
Phoenix:
Oh, I guess I studied a bit. Eh heh.
Rayfa:
With the power of spirit channeling, one can bring back even the most ancient of spirits! It is quite a magnificent power, is it not?
Phoenix:
(I've never seen her eyes light up like this before.) I imagine they're pretty shocked when they come back from ancient times.
Rayfa:
Indeed. A spirit's memory is cut off at the moment of death.
Phoenix:
So even a spirit that is brought back after centuries doesn't sense any gap in time... ...between the moment of its death, and the moment it is channeled?
Rayfa:
Yes, and yet, it clearly recalls all of the memories it had in life. Thus, even heroes and scholars of antiquity can be channeled and directly learned from. Our queens have also used this power to help the rulers of neighboring lands seek counsel. That is why we have never been invaded, and how we have maintained our unique culture.
Phoenix:
So, spirit channeling is a really effective tool for international politics.
Rayfa:
It is, indeed. And that is why only those with the power to channel spirits may rule our kingdom. But of late, there has been an endless influx of illegal immigrants from neighboring lands. The fools come seeking the same great power as my mother.
Phoenix:
Illegal immigrants?
Rayfa:
Yes. It is becoming quite a problem. Some have lost their way in life, and look to Khura'inism for their salvation. Among them are also those of dubious nature, who have been driven from their own lands.
Phoenix:
(Dubious nature... Driven from their own land...Gaspen Payne definitely fit that bill. But they sure weren't treating him like an illegal alien.)
Rayfa's spiritual power (appears after The queen's secret art)
Phoenix:
Can you channel spirits, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
I am but the royal priestess. There is still much that I must learn. As of now, the Divination Séance takes me to the very limit of my ability.
Phoenix:
(So, her spiritual power doesn't measure up to Maya's.)
Rayfa:
...You were just mocking me in your mind, weren't you?
Phoenix:
D-Don't be ridiculous!
Rayfa:
It is written all over your face! You... impudent nincompoop! The Divination Séance was once one of the important roles fulfilled by the queen. That is what my mother taught me when I was little.
Phoenix:
(So the queen can perform the Dance of Devotion? That'd be a sight to see.)
Rayfa:
Someday, I will be a powerful priestess and queen, just like my mother. And the Divination Séance is a vital part of my training to prepare me for that day!
Phoenix:
F-Forgive my ignorance, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
Hmph, you shall see. It will not be long before I, too, master the secret art of spirit channeling! I will be a magnificent queen who unites her people for the greater good of Khura'in!
Phoenix:
(Now I see... Spirit channeling is something she really aspires to.) 
Maya:
I'm going to ace that test and become the next master! After all, I can't let my clan and the other villagers down.
Phoenix:
(It looks like she actually has something in common with Maya.)
Present
Tome of Secrets
Rayfa:
You fool! Why have you put the Tome of Secrets before me?!
Phoenix:
What's the big deal?
Rayfa:
S-Stay back! Come no closer!
Phoenix:
(Hey, this thing's actually pretty useful!) Lookie here, Your Benevolence. It's the Tome of Seeecrets.
Rayfa:
If you do not desist this instant, I shall have you put to death for the crime of blasphemy!
Phoenix:
Urk! S-Sorry! (...If looks could kill, I'd already be dead.)
Move
Rayfa:
Where do you think you are going, Barbed Head?
Rayfa:
Were you not the one who said you wished to speak with me?
Phoenix:
(I better stay here and talk to Rayfa for now.)
Rayfa:
Are you quite through now? There are more important things to do than to stand here and talk about spirit channeling.
Phoenix:
(That's true. It doesn't have anything to do with this case, as far as I can tell. Or does it...?)
Phoenix:
Umm... If the queen is a spirit medium...
Rayfa:
Are you about to suggest that my mother was channeling Lady Kee'ra?
Phoenix:
Ack! 
(I guess she saw that one coming.)
Rayfa:
Hmph, lawyers are indeed a witless breed! On the day of the rite, my mother was engaged in other duties at the palace.
Phoenix:
Of course...
Rayfa:
My mother is a very busy woman. And the idea itself is preposterous. Do you truly believe the queen of Khura'in would personally battle the insurgents? This is precisely what makes you third-rate!
Phoenix:
Urk! (Another dead end! This is bad!) A-Anyway, I need to continue looking for leads, so...
???:
Over there! After him! Don't let him escape!
Rayfa:
What is all that racket? What? That escaped prisoner has surfaced here in town?
Phoenix:
Escaped prisoner? You mean... that guy with the bushy beard?
Rayfa:
There is no reason to panic. The police are on his trail.
Phoenix:
(He's no longer a suspect... But he might know something, considering he was at the scene of the crime.) Let's go take a look!
Rayfa:
Wait!
May 11Khura'in - Bazaar
Phoenix:
*huff* *puff* Oww, my aching back. I forgot how badly I'd injured it. Ow, ow, ow... I need to do some stretching and exercise more when I get back home.
???:
Ah, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
*huff* *puff* ...H-Hey, Ahlbi. Datz... Are'bal... Have you seen hi--
Ahlbi:
A-Are you all right, sir?
Phoenix:
One second... *huff* *puff* *wheeeeeze* Have you seen... that escaped prisoner around here?
Ahlbi:
Oh, so that's why all those police came rushing over here. I heard them saying something about an escaped prisoner disappearing in this area.
Phoenix:
He disappeared in this area? He couldn't have taken to the air again, could he?
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! *huff* *huff* I told you to wait!
Phoenix:
It's too dangerous for you around here, Your Benevolence. Mr. Are'bal could be lurking nearby!
Rayfa:
What sort of a princess would I be if all it took was an escaped prisoner to frighten me?!
Phoenix:
(She's fearless, I'll give her that.) I can't be responsible if something happens to you. (As long as I'm here, though, I might as well search the area myself. Hmm... If I were an escaped prisoner, where would I hide?)
Tehm'pul Temple
Talk
Any ideas?
Rayfa:
That patch on the accused's bag... It is the Steel Samurai?
Phoenix:
Yes. It's a huge hit back in my country.
Rayfa:
I see... It has a rather fine design, I must say. However, it pales beside the Plumed Punisher, of course.
Phoenix:
Of course... 
(They all look the same to me, to be honest...)
What to do
Rayfa:
How dare you leave me behind like that!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... (It sure was a lot easier without her, though.)
Rayfa:
Do that again and I will levy a penalty on you!
Phoenix:
A penalty? Like what...?
Rayfa:
Like... Oh, I know! You must clean my room.
Phoenix:
Hey, that's not so bad.
Rayfa:
...All thirty of them.
Phoenix:
Forgive me for leaving you behind, Your Benevolence!
Bazaar
Examine
Manhole
Phoenix:
That manhole cover... It's open!
Shah'do:
Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff!
Ahlbi:
Whoa! What is it, Shah'do?!
Phoenix:
Did he sniff out someone or something in the manhole? (Hmm, I wonder...) Could Shah'do track Mr. Are'bal if he had something with the rebel's scent on it?
Ahlbi:
I-I don't know...
Phoenix:
(I feel like I've got something with Mr. Are'bal's scent on it... Something he might've touched...)
Talk
Any ideas?
Phoenix:
Have you noticed anything around here?
Ahlbi:
I haven't seen the escaped prisoner. But I did notice how slow you run, sir.
Phoenix:
(It's just the high elevation. I'm out of breath before I know it!)
What to do
Ahlbi:
The police said the escaped prisoner vanished right around here.
Phoenix:
Hmm, there aren't any really good hiding places, so where could he have gone?
Ahlbi:
Maybe he melted into the crowd.
Phoenix:
You should be careful, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
You need not tell me that! I am not a child, after all!
Phoenix:
Okay, okay...
Present
Plumed Punisher Strap
Ahlbi:
That is THE Plumed Punisher strap. There's only one in the entire world!
Phoenix:
Oh, do you know a lot about the Plumed Punisher?
Ahlbi:
Of course! She's a real hero to the people!
Phoenix:
The ratings for the show must be through the roof.
Ahlbi:
They are! It reached 100 percent viewership at one point!
Phoenix:
One hundred percent?!
Ahlbi:
Well, when there's only one TV channel in the entire kingdom...
Phoenix:
Oh, that explains it.
Warbaa'd Dagger
Ahlbi:
That's the dagger that was used in the rite. It's said that Lady Kee'ra once wielded it. In addition to that dagger, there are many other items that are said to have been hers.
Phoenix:
Really? Like what?
Ahlbi:
There's the obvious stuff, like swords, spears, and other weapons. But there are other, more interesting items, like her favorite hat and her favorite pillow.
Phoenix:
Her pillow...?
Ahlbi:
Yes. They say if you use it, Lady Kee'ra will ensure you have a restful slumber.
Phoenix:
As long as it's not eternal...
Brand New Flag (after examining manhole)
Leads to:
"Here, Shah'do."
Phoenix:
Here, Shah'do. How about this? I hope it works...
Shah'do:
Grrr... Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff!
Phoenix:
I think he's picked up a scent! You mind if I borrow Shah'do for a bit?!
Ahlbi:
By all means! I had no idea you could do this! Yeah! Go get 'im, boy!
Shah'do:
Ruff, ruff, ruff!
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, I'm heading down the manhole now. It could be dangerous, so please wait here!
Rayfa:
Wait!
Phoenix:
Don't worry, I won't commit any of those misdeeds you're so worried about.
Rayfa:
That is not what I fear! There may be a vicious insurgent lurking down there!
Phoenix:
Oh, are you worried about me?
Rayfa:
No. I was simply wondering why you would go to such lengths in your investigation. After all, if you would simply withdraw from this case, they might commute your sentence.
Phoenix:
I'm doing this to prove Maya innocent.
Rayfa:
But how can you be so sure of the accused's innocence?! She has already been found guilty!
Phoenix:
Don't worry. Maybe this extra day in court is a blessing from the Holy Mother. Let's use it to our advantage. We'll turn this trial inside-out and upside-down! You'll see!
Maya:
O-Okay...
Phoenix:
I believe in her. If she says she's innocent, then that means she's innocent. Lawyers must trust in their clients to the bitter end. That's just what we do.
Rayfa:
......... You...lamebrain. Do what you will!
Phoenix:
Well, I'm going in!
Let's go, Shah'do!
Shah'do:
Ruff, ruff!
Ahlbi:
Be careful!
Shah'do!:
Ruff, ruff!
Phoenix:
W-Wait! Come back here! It's pitch black down here. I can't see a thing.
*WHAM*
Phoenix:
Aaagh!
Phoenix:
Ooogh... Owww owww owwww... What happened? I went down into the manhole, and then...
???:
Oh, ya finally came to?
Phoenix:
Ah! (I'd remember that face anywhere! And that dragon symbol on his armband... That's the mark of the rebels! There can be no mistake! It's him -- Datz Are'bal!) YIKES!
Datz:
Sorry I got a little rough with ya back there. Thought ya were the cops. Why ya making that face? ...Hey, want an apple?
Phoenix:
(Whew...I thought he was going to kill me.) I-I'll pass on the apple, but thanks. (I don't mind a good apple, but not right now.) What is this place?
Datz:
This is the office of my brother in arms, Dhurke! But right now, we're using it as a rebel safe house!
Phoenix:
Wait, back up a sec. What kind of office is this exactly?
Datz:
A law office, what else?!
Phoenix:
Really?! Dhurke used to be a lawyer?!
Datz:
Yep! Just like you!
Phoenix:
(Khura'in's public enemy number one is an ex-lawyer? Didn't see that coming.)
Datz:
But I don't suppose I'll be coming 'round here anymore.
Phoenix:
You won't? Are you planning to flee or something?
Datz:
It's just... I wanna get outta the rebel business. Tired o' being hounded by the cops and all that. So I came by today to pick up the last o' my stuff.
Phoenix:
R-Really...?
Datz:
I'm gonna sell Dhurke's info to the minister o' justice, then slip outta Khura'in!
Phoenix:
...W-Wait a second! You're a key person of interest in this case! You can't go running off like that! 
Datz:
Relax, will ya? I'll tell ya whatever ya need to know. Oh, and sorry about punching your lights out back there. My bad! So, Mr. Lawyer Man, whaddaya wanna know?
Phoenix:
Tell me about the murders of the high priest Tahrust Inmee, and his acolyte Puhray Zeh'lot.
Datz:
Sure, I'll tell ya whatever I can. Don't know if it'll be much help, though. I mean, I'm not a rebel anymore, so...
Phoenix:
(I wonder how true that really is...)
Examine
Picture of Ga'ran
Phoenix:
(There's a knife driven deep into a photo of the queen. I guess the rebels really hate her. I better remember to stay on their good side.)
White flowers
Phoenix:
Incense and white flowers... (The flowers are still fresh. They must've been put here maybe today or yesterday.) Did you put these here, Mr. Are'bal?
Datz:
...Something wrong with flowers?
Phoenix:
Oh, no!
Datz:
It's just a traditional thing here in Khura'in. Pay it no mind.
Ladder
Phoenix:
There's a ladder leading underground. He must've brought me in through there. But there's no reason for me to leave yet. I should see what else Mr. Are'bal has to say.
Photos
Phoenix:
This looks like a photo of Dhurke and his compatriots... And here's one that looks really old... Wow, this was taken about twenty years ago.
Datz:
Those are Dhurke's sons.
Phoenix:
Really? So this is the rebel Dhurke in the center? He doesn't look so evil. And both of his sons... look kind of familiar...
Datz:
The one on the left is Yuty. Oh, but you know him as Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
Phoenix:
P-Prosecutor Sahdmadhi is Dhurke's son?!
Datz:
That he is! Yuty was once a rebel, too! He used to really respect his old man... ...both as a father and as a lawyer.
Phoenix:
Then why'd he become a prosecutor?
Datz:
Being a lawyer in this kingdom is the same as signing your own death warrant.
Phoenix:
On account of the Defense Culpability Act, right?
Datz:
Yeah. That's why Yuty decided to be a prosecutor instead. He wanted to spark a revolution from the inside, so he dove right into the enemy's den!
Phoenix:
I would've never guessed it, looking at him now.
Datz:
You can say that again. Dhurke is battling to change Khura'in's legal system. The will of the dragon spurs him on. We all thought Yuty was taking up the mantle to carry on that will, too... We were sure he'd help overthrow Ga'ran one day, but... As you've seen, he now uses the law to do her Dhurke's been beside himself.
Phoenix:
(So he no longer carries the will of the dragon in him, huh... I wonder what happened between father and son for it to come to this?) What about the other child in the photo?
Datz:
That's Dhurke's adopted son, but he's gone back overseas. His name's Apollo.
Phoenix:
(Apollo? Wait a second... That bracelet... It really IS Apollo!)
Datz:
He was a rascal, that one! And his voice could shake the entire room! I imagine he's out there raising high hell somewhere!
Phoenix:
Ha, aha ha... Yes, I'm sure he's doing just fine. (Considering how far he's come, Mr. Are'bal's description really doesn't do Apollo justice!)
Phoenix:
............Apollo! I've been watching you grow over these past two years. That's why I know you're ready, why I know I can leave Trucy and the office to you. ...I believe in you, Apollo.
Apollo:
...Thank you! I'll... I'll be fine! Everything will be fine!
Phoenix:
(He's a responsible young man now. He never lost that loud voice, though.)
Photos (again)
Phoenix:
This looks like a photo of Dhurke and his compatriots... And here's one that's really old...
Datz:
Those are Dhurke's sons. The one on the left is Prosecutor Sahdmadhi when he was younger. I used to call him Yuty. Thought he'd carry on the will of the dragon and become a fine lawyer, but...
Phoenix:
And the other child is...?
Datz:
That's Dhurke's adopted son, but he's gone back overseas. His name's Apollo.
Phoenix:
(That name, and that bracelet... Yep, that has to be our Apollo.)
Datz:
He was a rascal, that one! And his voice could shake the entire room! I imagine he's out there raising high hell somewhere!
Phoenix:
Ha, aha ha... Yes, I'm sure he's doing just fine. (Considering how far he's come, Mr. Are'bal's description really doesn't do Apollo justice!)
Lizards
Phoenix:
What are these hanging here? Lizards? ...If so, they're pretty big.
Datz:
Those're sewer lizards! We call 'em that 'cause they live in the sewer! They grow bigger than your average lizard, which makes 'em fine eating!
Phoenix:
Wait, you eat these?
Datz:
What else would ya do with 'em?! Here, try one!
Phoenix:
Pass! I'll definitely pass!
Datz:
...You're missing out on a fine treat, my man!
Phoenix:
S-Somehow, I think I'll live without it.
Food
Phoenix:
(There are bowls and platters of food here. ...They're still warm, as if this was all recently prepared.) You must have a pretty big appetite, Mr. Are'bal.
Datz:
Har har har har har! Guys as big and strong as me... Got even bigger appetites, y'know!
Phoenix:
But you just fled from the police. I don't know how you could eat this much after all that excitement. Ack! S-Sorry if I offended you!
Datz:
But first, let's start with an apple-tizer!
Phoenix:
(Where's he getting all those apples from?!)
Datz:
Wanna join me, Mr. Lawyer Man? Got plenty of sewer lizards, too!
Phoenix:
T-Thanks, but I already ate.
Coat
Phoenix:
Is that coat yours, Mr. Are'bal?
Datz:
Nah, it belongs to the rebel leader Dhurke.
Phoenix:
It's pretty impressive. I like the color, too.
Datz:
...Wanna try it on?
Phoenix:
Really? You sure it's okay?
Datz:
Of course. Bet it would look great on ya!
Phoenix:
Well then, don't mind if I do... ......... Ack! It smells all moldy!
Datz:
Haaaar har har har har! I can't believe ya fell for it! Haaar haaar! That thing's been hanging there forever!
Phoenix:
(Note to self: Don't trust this guy ever again.)
Sign
Phoenix:
What's this thing with the dragon on it? Some kind of a sign?
Datz:
Yep. That was his business sign back when this was Dhurke's office.
Phoenix:
He used to be a lawyer, right?
Datz:
That he was, but it was a really long time ago. This place has seen better days, that's for sure.
Phoenix:
Well, I hope he can put his sign back up someday.
Datz:
.........I wouldn't hold my breath.
TV or refrigerator
Phoenix:
You guys get electricity?
Datz:
Yeah, but the power goes out occasionally.
Phoenix:
That's pretty inconvenient.
Datz:
You're telling me! Sometimes, it goes out for an entire day.
Phoenix:
What about the stuff in the refrigerator?
Datz:
Why don't you see for yourself?
Phoenix:
Forget I asked! (I'm afraid of what I might find...)
Book
Phoenix:
Is this... a law book? (A dragon mark's been branded into the cover.)
Datz:
That's Dhurke's law book.
Phoenix:
Really?! The leader of the rebels? That Dhurke?
Datz:
That's right. And that "Mark of the Dragon" is the emblem of the rebellion!
Phoenix:
Hmm, the pages in this one section are really dirty.
Datz:
Must be the section on the Defense Culpability Act.
Dhurke's Law Book added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
He must've done a ton of research on the Defense Culpability Act. He practically wore out the entire section.
Talk
The high priest's murder
Phoenix:
Tell me everything you know about the high priest's murder.
Datz:
Uhh... Well, as ya know, I don't remember much about that. I banged my head on a rock as soon as I parachuted into the Inner Sanctum. So when I told you I had nothing to do with his murder, I meant it!
Phoenix:
Okay then, where were you when you came to after banging your head?
Datz:
Uhh... By the time I came to, it was already dawn. I musta been out cold the whole time!
Phoenix:
So you didn't see the crime happen at all...?
Datz:
...Ya got that right!
Phoenix:
Then why did you say you did when you testified?!
Datz:
Oh, uhh... About that... Since I didn't remember a thing... ...I was afraid I'd seem suspicious, o I came up with that whole story!
Phoenix:
(Does he even realize how much trouble his big fat lie has caused me?)
Datz:
Sorry for the trouble! It was definitely my bad!
Phoenix:
(He doesn't seem very sorry to me!) So, the bottom line is you were at the scene of the crime, but weren't involved in it. Got it.
Dhurke the attorney (appears after The high priest's murder)
Phoenix:
So, Dhurke used to be a lawyer?
Datz: 
Yep! He was a force to be reckoned with back when he was still practicing! He was a juggernaut of the law, and as mighty as a dragon! He could strike terror into a prosecutor's heart, just by glaring at him. People called it his "dragon's glare." He even got criminals to confess and pass out with a well-placed glare!
Phoenix:
(You've got to be kidding me...)
Datz:
But most important of all, he would never surrender. He'd fight for the accused, no matter how the odds were stacked against him.
Phoenix:
Is that what you mean by the will of the dragon?
Datz:
Yep, that would be it! Actually... Your work in court yesterday was mighty impressive, too! You didn't give up, no matter how hard of a beating you took! ...Not unlike Dhurke, I might add!
Phoenix:
Oh, um... thanks. (Even if a big part of that beating I took was because of you...)
Present
Anything
Datz:
Is this a parting gift for me leaving the rebels?
Phoenix:
N-No, you can't keep it! (I'll just ask him what I can for now.)
Datz:
Well, I gotta start packing. Who knows when they might catch up with me if I don't scram soon?
Phoenix:
Please, wait! I still need to ask you something.
Datz:
Go ahead, shoot.
Phoenix:
What are you rebels trying to do?
Datz:
..................
Phoenix:
And why were you at the Inner Sanctum in the first place?
Talk
Mr. Are'bal's plan (replaces Dhurke the attorney)
Phoenix:
Why were you at the Inner Sanctum on the day of the murder? Or more precisely, what were you trying to do there?
Datz:
I was trying to escape from prison, that's all. But that high priest was a fool for getting taken in by Dhurke. He shoulda tried hightailing it outta Khura'in like I'm doing!
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
Ah... Psyche-Locks! (Mr. Are'bal is hiding something! But I won't know exactly what until I can undo the locks!) What exactly are you trying to hide, Mr. Are'bal?
Datz:
Huh? I'm not hiding anything! No way, no how!
Phoenix:
(...I'll just have to use my magatama on him, then.)
Magatama
Phoenix:
-- Datz's Plan --
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
I'm going to ask you again: Why were you at the Inner Sanctum on the day of the murder? Or more precisely, what were you trying to do there?
Datz:
Ya can keep asking, but the answer's still the same. I was trying to escape from prison, that's all. ...But that high priest was a fool. He fell for Dhurke's line and sold his own country out.
Phoenix:
How can you say such things about him?! He helped you escape, didn't he? Don't you even care about what happened to him?
Datz:
Nope. I was getting out of the rebellion, anyway. He should've opened his eyes. We never stood a chance against the Ga'ran regime.
Phoenix:
Hang on. Do you really believe what you're saying? Didn't the high priest's death really hurt you on the inside?
Datz:
Like I just said, I couldn't care less about the whole thing!
Phoenix:
I beg to differ. This wouldn't be here in this room if you didn't feel a thing.
Present Nahmanda Flower
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I heard these flowers are offered in memory of the dead here in Khura'in."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Datz:
What does that have to do with anything?
Phoenix:
You don't know? Try looking deep into your heart.
Datz:
Umm... I still don't get it. But I'm starting to think you don't, either!
Phoenix:
(Arngh... Why does it feel so much worse when it's him who's pointing out my failures?)
Datz:
I told ya, I couldn't care less about the high priest!
Phoenix:
(Really...? Because I'm pretty sure I have something that points to his grief.)
Leads back to:
"I beg to differ."
Phoenix:
I heard these flowers are offered in memory of the dead here in Khura'in. The high priest's death hit you hard, so you've been grieving here alone, haven't you? Well?
Datz:
Hee-HO!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Datz:
Those flowers don't mean anything. It's just a Khura'inese way o' saying goodbye.
Phoenix:
Why hide the fact that you're mourning his death?
Datz:
You're reading into this too much. I told ya, I'm done with the rebellion! I haven't even heard from Dhurke or the rest of 'em for a few days. And tomorrow, I'm planning to kiss this kingdom goodbye!
Phoenix:
No, I know you've been in contact with the other rebels lately!
Datz:
And how exactly do you plan on proving that?!
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence ties you to the other rebels! 
Present Brand New Flag
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I found this prayer flag at the Plaza of Devotion."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Datz:
............
Phoenix:
Cat got your tongue?
Datz:
No, it's just, I was shocked at how off-target ya are. Wait, you're not stalling for time or something, are ya?
Phoenix:
N-No, I'd never do that. (I hope he doesn't think I'm in cahoots with the police or something...)
Datz:
I keep trying to tell ya -- I got nothing to do with the rebels anymore.
Phoenix:
(This food was brought here for Mr. Are'bal after he escaped from prison. So he must've gotten in contact with the other rebels somehow.) No, I know you're still involved with them!
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence ties you to the other rebels!"
Phoenix:
I found this prayer flag at the Plaza of Devotion. You wrote a message on it, and left it behind for your fellow rebels, didn't you?
Datz:
Gulp!
Phoenix:
They brought this food for you at your request.
Datz:
Hoo-HA HA!
Phoenix:
So you're lying about leaving the rebels. You're still involved with Dhurke and the rest of them, aren't you?
Datz:
Naaaaaaaargh!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
Are you ready to tell me the truth now?
Datz:
Oh, you're good, Mr. Lawyer Man! I admit it! I requested the grub. But I was just taking advantage of 'em, that's all!
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Datz:
With my face plastered all over the place, I couldn't stay out in the open anymore. So, I just took advantage of my former comrades for some grub and a place to hide. I was gonna kiss this kingdom goodbye tomorrow!
Phoenix:
I'm not buying it. You're obviously lying. I can tell just by looking at you. The white-hot flames of revolution definitely still burn on inside of you!
Datz:
What?! That's ridiculous. Those flames burned out a long time ago!
Phoenix:
This proves that the flames of revolution still burn on inside of you!
Present Dhurke's Law Book
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Dhurke's law book?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Datz:
Ah!
Phoenix:
I'm right, aren't I?! That's why you're so shocked!
Datz:
Yeesh, I almost forgot about dessert!
Phoenix:
(I guess that wasn't it.)
Datz:
Would you give up already? The flames of revolution burned out inside of me a long time ago!
Phoenix:
(No, I know they still burn on. Because he's wearing something that proves it!) You can't fool me, Mr. Are'bal.
Leads back to:
"This proves that the flames of revolution still burn on inside of you!"
Datz:
Dhurke's law book? I'm no lawyer, so what's that got to do with me?
Phoenix:
Look at the mark branded onto the cover. This mark that stands for an unwavering commitment to the revolution. It is Dhurke's way of representing the will of the dragon!
Datz:
Yeah? So what of it?!
Phoenix:
You have that same mark on the scarf tied around your left arm. But you wouldn't be wearing that if you were no longer a rebel!
Datz:
I-I... I forgot to take it off, that's all!
Phoenix:
No, as a wanted man, that should've been the first thing you took off! The fact that you haven't hidden that mark yet... proves you're still a rebel!
Datz:
Hoo-HA!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Datz:
Think whatcha want! But you don't know nothing about me!
Phoenix:
No, you're wrong. You wear your heart and your beliefs right on your sleeve -- just like me. And this is what I believe in.
Present Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"..............."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Datz:
That's what you believe in?
Phoenix:
Sure! And I never waver from it!
Datz:
That's the lamest belief I ever heard of! Haaaaaar har har har har!
Phoenix:
(I didn't think it was THAT funny...)
Datz:
I was right, you don't know a thing about me!
Phoenix:
Actually, I know you wear your beliefs right on your sleeve -- just like me.
Leads back to:
"And this is what I believe in."
Datz:
...............
Phoenix:
When a person's back is against a wall, they always fall back on what they believe in. Just as I always have my badge, you always have the will of the dragon with you.
Datz:
And would you risk your life for your beliefs?
Phoenix:
...No, I wouldn't.
Datz:
No?
Phoenix:
No, because I wouldn't be much use to my clients dead. Now, admit it! You've never once thought about leaving the Defiant Dragons, have you!
Datz:
.........That look in your eyes. It's just like Dhurke's. ...Looks like you've got the will of the dragon inside o' ya, too.
1 LOCK BROKENUnlock Successful
Mr. Are'bal's plan (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Datz:
I had planned to take ya out if ya turned out to be on the side of the royals... But I think I can trust ya.
Phoenix:
(I can't believe I was that close to getting shanked here...)
Datz:
It's like ya said. I've no intention of leaving Dhurke's group.
Phoenix:
In other words, you were testing me. You're a foreigner, and a lawyer who's been charged with abetting a criminal to boot. And I've seen a fair share of lawyers get pardoned... ...after weeping at the feet of the queen.
Phoenix:
Well, I'm going to keep fighting till the end.
Datz:
Yeah, I can see that now. Sorry I ever doubted ya.
Phoenix:
So, what are you doing here, anyway?
Datz:
I came to get the secret hideout key from a helper.
Phoenix:
A secret hideout?
Datz:
Yep. I was supposed to get my next order from Dhurke there. But the town's swarming with cops thanks to that murder. Nothing I can do about that.
Phoenix:
What about the order Dhurke was supposed to give you?
Datz:
Gonna have to abort that mission. Now I'm just lying low, waiting for a chance to make contact with Dhurke again. ......... Hey, why the long face?
Phoenix:
I thought you'd be able to tell me something about the high priest's murder.
Datz:
Sorry to disappoint ya... Oh, I know. Lemme make it up to ya with this.
Phoenix:
...What is it?
Datz:
This orb is actually a key. It opens the door to one of our secret hideouts. I can't say any more than that. Anyway, I hope it helps.
Phoenix:
This orb... is a key?
Datz:
Yep! Plus the hideout's in a totally unexpected location! And being that it's super secret, we couldn't have just any ordinary key!
Phoenix:
I see...
Golden Orb added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Maybe this will help me unravel the truth behind this case.
Datz:
Don't mention it! Besides, you're a fellow brother in arms, fighting the powers that be! If it'll help ya, feel free to pick my brain a bit more.
Lady Kee'ra (replaces Mr. Are'bal's plan)
Datz:
Everyone's been talking about the return of Lady Kee'ra lately.
Phoenix:
Well, my friend Maya's suspected of being the rebel hunter disguised as Lady Kee'ra. You wouldn't happen to know who she really is though, would you?!
Datz:
Beats me. But whoever she is, she bushwhacked me and hauled me off to jail! Even worse, on top o' attacking us and delivering us to the cops... ...she's been watching us like a hawk and framing us for different crimes!
Phoenix:
Watching you like a hawk? Framing you for crimes? Why would anyone go to all that trouble?
Datz:
Our kingdom likes to pretend that its people are free to think what they want. Because of that, the authorities can't arrest ya just for sympathizing with the rebellion. So they resort to framing people for things they didn't do.
Phoenix:
Then that Lady Kee'ra figure is...
Datz:
Yep, she's just some lickspittle working for the Ga'ran regime.
Phoenix:
Wow...
Inga:
Heh, even without the DC Act, Dhurke and his insurgent scum buddies' days are numbered.
Phoenix:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean?!
Inga:
Let's just say... I got a little trick up my sleeve. So I'd watch it if I were you. 'Cause you got a defiant attitude -- like one o' them dragon dupes.
Phoenix:
(So he was talking about Lady Kee'ra, then?)
Datz:
Advanced combat skills, detailed surveillance, and clever set ups... She's no amateur if ya ask me.
Phoenix:
So, you're saying the monarchy is using Lady Kee'ra to secretly take out the rebels?
Datz:
Exactly! The Ga'ran regime is using her to control the people, even down to what we think!
Phoenix:
Why don't the people protest if the monarchy is doing things like that?
Datz:
Unfortunately, we don't have any conclusive evidence. And without that, we can't prove anything.
Phoenix:
Arngh! I know the feeling... If I bring this up in court, they'd probably dismiss it out of hand. (I'll have to unmask Lady Kee'ra if I want to get anywhere.)
Goal of the revolution (appears after Lady Kee'ra)
Datz:
Our goal? To get rid o' that evil, no-good Defense Culpability Act!
Phoenix:
I can tell just by looking at Dhurke's law book.
Datz:
The DC Act has turned this kingdom into a corrupt cesspool... ...where false charges are overlooked, and prosecutors are the only ones heard in court. It's been twenty-three years since it was first enacted.
Phoenix:
What happened twenty-three years ago to make them pass such a terrible law?
Datz:
The assassination of Queen Amara...
Ahlbi:
It happened before I was even born, but... ...Queen Amara -- the previous queen -- was assassinated. And it was the rebel leader Dhurke who did it.
 
Phoenix:
Dhurke assassinated the former queen, didn't he?
Datz:
That's the official line, but...
Phoenix:
The official line?
Datz:
Those charges were completely trumped up! Dhurke was framed, I'm telling ya!
Phoenix:
H-He was?!
Datz:
Plus, Dhurke was a lawyer. Once the people thought a lawyer had killed the queen, they turned against all lawyers. And that's how the DC Act was first passed.
Phoenix:
So, that's why there aren't any lawyers left in Khura'in.
Datz:
Even worse, it changed the significance of the Divination Séance.
Phoenix:
(The significance of the Divination Séance?) They were holding Séances in court, even before the DC Act?
Datz:
You bet they were! Lawyers and prosecutors used to hotly contest the Insights that came outta Séances.
Phoenix:
You mean like what I've been doing?
Datz:
Right! It's like Dhurke used to say: The royal priestess's Insights are just another piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
Right... I see what you mean about the significance of the Divination Séance changing.
Datz:
Yep! The Insights became the only truth, and arguing against them was banned!
Rayfa:
As royal priestess, it is my duty to reveal the truth through the Divination Séance. This time, I will prove that the insights I glean thereof are the very truth itself. Prepare yourself, for this shall be your last trial... and your last rites. Tomorrow shall end with you under the headsman's axe!
Phoenix:
(From what I've seen, Rayfa would agree with that.)
Datz:
This kingdom's a shadow of its former self. It's become a dictatorship where the royals use the fear of trumped-up charges to rule!
Phoenix:
And that's what Dhurke's been rebelling against?
Datz:
Yep. All we want is to live in a kingdom with a fair and impartial legal system. And there's only one way to make that come true: Overthrow the current regime!
Phoenix:
(So, that's the truth behind the rebels.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Datz:
I've seen the will of the dragon within ya! You're gonna make a fine rebel!
Phoenix:
What?!
Datz:
What's wrong, my friend! You've gotta rise up with me! Har har har har har!
Phoenix:
Um... I don't recall joining the rebellion, though...
Tahrust's Autopsy Repor, Inner Sanctum Photo, Nahmanda Flower or Family Photo
Datz:
The high priest left Lady Inmee all alone when he died. Even worse, they say she's expecting a baby.
Phoenix:
It's always hardest for the family members left behind.
Datz:
I know exactly what you mean. Blast it! If only I could remember what happened after I escaped from prison.
Phoenix:
(It seems Mr. Are'bal feels responsible for the high priest's death.)
Dhurke's Law Book
Datz:
The dragon emblem branded into that book is a sign of defiance against the Ga'ran regime. That evil law's led to the deaths of many of our brothers in arms.
Phoenix:
You mean the Defense Culpability Act?
Datz:
Yep. But we're not gonna stand for it much longer! That's the main reason we have to see this revolution through!
Phoenix:
(I've never seen him so serious before.)
Golden Orb
Datz:
That orb's the key to the secret hideout.
Phoenix:
So, where exactly is this hideout, anyway?
Datz:
Umm............
Phoenix:
Don't tell me you forgot when you bumped your head?
Datz:
.........Har har har har har!
Phoenix:
(Looks like I'll have to find it myself.)
Anything else
Datz:
Hmm... This is that whatchamacallit, ain't it.
Phoenix:
What is?
Datz:
You know, that whatchamacallit. Um... What were we talking about again?
Phoenix:
It's all right. You don't have to force yourself if you've got nothing to say...
Datz:
...Well, PW, my friend, it's about time for me to get going. After all, I AM the fangs of the Defiant Dragons. Datz Are'bal!
Phoenix:
You're not going to do that "alley-oop" thing again, are you?
Datz:
I was just getting to that! See ya when I see ya! Alley-oop!
Phoenix:
(Why does he have to jump like that before running off?) ...Well, I guess we're friends now. But enough about that. I've already spent way too much time here!
May 11Khura'in - Bazaar
Phoenix:
Whew... I finally got out of there!
Ahlbi:
Mr. Wright! I'm so glad you're okay! I was so worried about you!
Shah'do:
*whine*
Phoenix:
Shah'do... What happened to him, anyway?
Ahlbi:
He came out of the manhole about five minutes after you went in. Sorry he wasn't much help!
Shah'do:
*whine*
Rayfa:
...Well? Did you find anything of worth?
Phoenix:
Oh, uh... I tripped and fell down there. I must've been out cold for a while. (I better keep things to myself for now.)
Rayfa:
I figured as much.
Phoenix:
(I have to find that secret hideout Mr. Are'bal was talking about. I should probably start with places that have something to do with the high priest.)
Examine
Manhole
Rayfa:
What is it, Barbed Head? Is the sewer calling to you once more?
Phoenix:
Not exactly... (I probably shouldn't tell her about Mr. Are'bal...)
Talk
Any ideas?
Rayfa:
Barbed Head... I detect a foul odor emanating from you.
Phoenix:
Well, I did walk through the sewers, so...
Rayfa:
Stay back! Keep your stink to yourself!
Phoenix:
I'd be glad to leave you alone if you'd like.
Rayfa:
Who said you could walk away from me, you muttonhead!
Phoenix:
Fine, I'll stick to you like glue.
Rayfa:
No, that is too close!
Phoenix:
(I just can't win with her.)
What to do
Rayfa:
Even after investigating the sewers, you have nothing.
Phoenix:
Well, I'm not ready to give up yet! (Besides, I wouldn't say I have nothing.) There's nowhere I wouldn't go if it would help Maya!
Rayfa:
So, what will it be next? Will you dive into a septic tank?
Phoenix:
Uuh... I-If it would help Maya, I wouldn't rule it out!
Rayfa:
S-Stay back!
Phoenix:
I thought it was just a hypothetical!
Present
Golden Orb
Rayfa:
That orb has a mesmerizing core. I must take a closer look at it.
Phoenix:
(Mr. Are'bal entrusted me with this, so maybe I shouldn't let even Princess Rayfa handle it.) Y-Your Benevolence? Wouldn't you be defiled by touching an object that has been in the hands of a lawyer?
Rayfa:
I suppose so.
Phoenix:
...You do know that there are no such things as lawyer cooties, right?
May 11Inner Sanctum
Rayfa:
Barbed Head. You already searched here, did you not?
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... I just thought I'd look around again. You know, in case I missed something? (I probably shouldn't tell her I'm looking for the secret rebel hideout.) We have a saying back home: "Leave no stone unturned."
Rayfa:
Hmm? ...Oh, yes. You cannot stump me. I know that one.
Phoenix:
(Actually, "I don't have a clue" is written all over your face...)
Examine
Prayer flags
Phoenix:
I can't believe Mr. Are'bal used this as a parachute.
Rayfa:
That reckless fool... Then again, he must have a screw loose if he counts himself among those vile rebels.
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't exactly call him crazy... but he's certainly one-of-a-kind.)
Statue (zoom in right)
Phoenix:
It's a statue of a bird... I should take a closer look later.
Statue's missing eye
Phoenix:
Hey, this eye is missing.
Rayfa:
What are you doing? You must not touch that for no reason!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry! But that shape... Hmm, I wonder...
Present Golden Orb
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I knew it!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This might fit in that cavity.
Rayfa:
Pohlkunka! Wh-What are you doing?! You... chowderhead! Remove your hand from there this instant!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry! I just thought this might fit in there.
Rayfa:
Are you blind?! They have entirely different shapes!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that was a long shot. Still, I can't help feeling I have something that would fit in there.)
Rayfa:
Do not let me catch you needlessly touching the statue again!
Phoenix:
A-Alright already, I get it...
Leads back to:
"But that shape..."
Phoenix:
I knew it!
Rayfa:
Wh-Wh-Wha...?! ........................
Phoenix:
(She must be at a loss for words. And that doesn't happen too often.)
Rayfa:
...What is this place?! E-Explain yourself at once, Barbed Head!
Phoenix:
(I don't think she's ready for the full story...) I don't really know much myself, but... It seems to be a secret rebel hideout. (If I'm shocked there's a secret door here, I imagine that goes double for Rayfa.)
Rayfa:
A rebel hideout in the Inner Sanctum?! Somebody will pay for this!
Phoenix:
W-Well for now, I think I'll have a look around.
Rayfa:
Wait! You must not enter before the police!
Phoenix:
Don't worry, I won't disturb anything. (Or at least I'll try not to...) Besides, with you watching over me, it should be fine, right? And, uh, you see...
Rayfa:
...Fine. Just please stop pleading your case. I can only stand so much lawyerly drivel. But I will be presenting all information gleaned from your efforts here to the police.
Phoenix:
Of course. Now, shall we?
Rayfa:
I will go no further.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. You're not supposed to come in contact with the taint of Lady Kee'ra's battles.
Rayfa:
Very good, Barbed Head. I commend you for remembering!
Phoenix:
O-Oh, well thank you! (Wait, why am I thanking her?)
Rayfa:
I may not be able to enter, but I will allow no misdeeds on your part. I will be watching you like a warbaa'd from the entrance here!
Phoenix:
I told you I'm not going to do anything! (I better hurry before she changes her mind!)
Examine
Rotated statue
Phoenix:
(Who'd have guessed a rebel hideout would be at the back of the Inner Sanctum? Then again, the sanctum's not open to the public. What better place to hide away from prying eyes?)
May 11Secret Hideout
Rayfa:
I believe this to be a sacred space that enshrines the source of the spring water.
Phoenix:
(That makes sense. The rebels must've converted it into a secret hideout. But what about that warbaa'd revolving door? I wonder if that, too, was originally intended to hide and protect this sacred space.)
Rayfa:
To think those filthy rebels were scheming their schemes in this most sacred space...! It is a desecration upon Khura'inism itself! The Defiant Dragons shall pay for this!
Phoenix:
(I suppose it's only natural that she'd be upset. But the investigation must go on!) I think I'll start by taking a picture of the place. (Good thing I brought a camera to snap some souvenir shots.)
Rayfa:
Stop that! You must not take photos here without permission!
Phoenix:
(Rayfa's really fired up. She's sticking her head in as far as it will go. I guess she won't be "tainted" as long as she doesn't touch anything...?)
Rebel Hideout Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Now, to search every nook and cranny...
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! Just because it is hard for me to see your every move... ...do not use that as an excuse to touch and break things!
Phoenix:
I heard you the first time! (Sheesh...)
Examine
Banner
Rayfa:
How dare those filthy insurgents raise their banner amid such a sacred space! Barbed Head! You must burn it at once!
Phoenix:
...Um, didn't you tell me not to touch or damage anything?
Rayfa:
Hmph, this is an exception! Very well, if you will not do it, then I will!
Phoenix:
But, Your Benevolence, I thought you're not supposed to come in here.
Rayfa:
Nngrrrrrrr...!
Phoenix:
(For once, the strange customs of this kingdom are working in my favor.) Hm? (There's something under the banner. A microphone? What's this doing here? Was someone trying to record something with it?)
Smaller mossy stone
Phoenix:
A large stone slab... (It's shaped like a magatama. It looks rather unstable. I bet it'd tip over in an earthquake.) Hm? What's that earthy, grass-like smell?
Rayfa:
It is the smell of the moss that covers the stone.
Phoenix:
Oh, so this shaggy green stuff is moss... ...Hm? It looks like some of the moss about halfway up has been disturbed. ...I wonder why that is? (One quick touch can't hurt, right…?) Whoa! (The slab's starting to wobble!)
Rayfa:
What is happening?! What have you done to the sacred space?!
Phoenix:
N-N-Nothing! (All I did was nudge it a little... I knew it looked unstable. Probably best not to touch it again.)
Water or larger mossy stone
Phoenix:
So, this is the water source that supplies the Inner Sanctum's spring. It flows through the channel built into the floor before heading outside.
Rayfa:
Lady Kee'ra uses this sacred water to wash the taint of battle from her body.
Phoenix:
It's also not red like the water in the spring.
Directions
Phoenix:
Looks like an order from Dhurke.
Rayfa:
What's this?! Let me see that!
Phoenix:
I thought you're not supposed to touch anything in here.
Rayfa:
This is an exception! Now hand it over! Let's see here... Hmm... ...O Holy Mother!
Phoenix:
What? What does it say?
Rayfa:
It is an order intended for that rebel named Datz. It reads... "After the rite, infiltrate the palace under the guise of returning Lady Kee'ra's costume... ...and search for clues about that incident from twenty-three years ago. --Dhurke"
Phoenix:
Twenty-three years ago? He must mean the assassination of Queen Amara. I wonder what the rebels are up to... (It's intriguing and all, but it doesn't seem related to the case at hand.)
Rayfa:
This will not do! I must warn my mother at once!
Phoenix:
No need to do that. This order will never be carried out. Lady Kee'ra's costume is still here, and Abbot Inmee is no longer able to aid the rebels.
Rayfa:
Hmph, I-I knew that!
Directions (subsequent times)
Rayfa:
Is there anything else you would like me to read, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
Oh, um, let's see... Uhh... How about this note?
Rayfa:
Let me see that. Konuuro, zabaas, bahr'bahr, yak, and roux... Wait, this looks familiar!
Phoenix:
What is it? Some kind of Khura'inist spell?
Rayfa:
No, it's a recipe for Khura'inese curry.
Phoenix:
I guess the rebels enjoy a home-cooked meal, just like everyone else.
Plumed Punisher poster
Phoenix:
There's a Plumed Punisher calendar here.
Rayfa:
Ah, now I understand. The villains in The Plumed Punisher are based on the insurgents. Watching the show must have roused their ire against Lady Kee'ra!
Phoenix:
(Umm... I doubt that's it.)
Plumed Punisher clock
Phoenix:
Look!
Rayfa:
What is it, Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
It's a Plumed Punisher clock!
Rayfa:
Why, I believe it's... It is a limited-edition promotional item given to fifty lucky viewers! This rare item plays the Plumed Punisher theme song ever hour! H-Hand it over now, Barbed Head!
Phoenix:
Ah! (She snatched it away from me! No matter what she says, Rayfa is definitely a huge fan.)
Rayfa:
Hmm... What a fine item. And this switch... If I'm right...
Phoenix:
(It's the Plumed Punisher theme song…)
Rayfa:
Yes, now I see! The insurgents who use this room... ...must be Plumed Punisher fans!
Phoenix:
...That may be so, but I don't see how it's relevant to this case.
Chain
Phoenix:
The statue door rotates when you pull this chain.
Rayfa:
I see...Then you must shut the door and destroy its mechanism! That will deprive the insurgents of access to this place!
Phoenix:
B-But wouldn't that trap me in here?
Rayfa:
Not to worry! I would come to visit you once a year.
Phoenix:
(She's actually serious!)
Cart or guns
Phoenix:
Weapons! And lots of them, too.
Rayfa:
We are lucky we found them before they could be used. Excellent work, Barbed Head!
Phoenix:
Oh, uh, thanks... (If the rebellion ever happens, I hope it's bloodless.)
Blood
Phoenix:
What's this? A bloodstain...? I should probably try to figure out what happened in here. Hmm...
Rayfa:
Do not tamper with any evidence before the police arrive!
Phoenix:
...The police? Hey, that reminds me. Ema gave me something just for times like these.
Ema:
I thought it might help your investigation. Here, it's all yours! I wanted to bring you a bunch of other forensic tools... ...but they were confiscated at the airport.
Phoenix:
(Luminol testing fluid... This actually might come in handy.)
Phoenix:
(Luminol testing fluid glows in reaction to even the tiniest traces of blood. So it can even detect areas where blood has been wiped up. It might help us figure out what happened in here. Okay, time for science to do its thing! First, let me put these red-tinted glasses on to see the luminol's glow... ...then I just touch wherever I want to spray some of the luminol. Areas where there was blood will react by turning blue.)
Luminol
Spray area near door
Leads to:
Leads to:
"Th-This is a huge bloodstain!"
Phoenix:
Th-This is a huge bloodstain! Something big must've happened here!
Rayfa:
Perhaps the high priest's blood flowed in there from under the warbaa'd statue.
Phoenix:
...There was definitely a lot of blood here. But it's impossible to say much else at this point. I'll just take a picture for now. Oh, right. Luminol reactions don't show up in photos. I'll just have to take some notes. That should do it!  (...I didn't notice before, but the bloodstain looks like it was smeared away in one place. Is it because the warbaa'd revolving door passed over it?)
Rebel Hideout Photo updated in the Court Record.
Blood (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
That bloodstain on the floor... The luminol showed that it was even bigger than I expected. Something definitely happened here, and it wasn't good.
Rayfa:
How can you be so sure? Perhaps the high priest's blood flowed in there from under the warbaa'd statue.
Phoenix:
True... But there's not much else we can say at this point.
Phoenix:
...Well, I think that covers about everything here.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! You shouldn't have come in here before the police!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I was in a hurry. I didn't do anything I wasn't supposed to. Her Benevolence can attest to that.
Rayfa:
It is your fault for being so slow. I expect the police to work faster and more efficiently!
Ema:
Sorry...
Rayfa:
Well, Barbed Head? Have you not already seen enough?
Phoenix:
I guess it's about time I got back to the temple and go over everything I've learned.
May 11Tehm'pul Temple
Ahlbi:
Welcome back, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, I didn't find anything conclusive.
Ahlbi:
N-No way!
Rayfa:
...I do not understand, Barbed Head.
Phoenix:
What don't you understand?
Rayfa:
Why you did not commit any misdeeds during your investigation. After all, lawyers ply their trade primarily through illicit means and methods.
Phoenix:
What?! Who told you that?
Rayfa:
My mother. Are you saying she was wrong? ...No, that cannot be! You must have committed some sort of misdeed right under my nose.
Phoenix:
(If that were so, she wasted her whole day following me around.)
Rayfa:
Hm? What is it? ........................ Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has need of me.
Phoenix:
What's going on?
Rayfa:
I must go perform a Divination Séance for Puhray Zeh'lot. It is our custom for the prosecution to review its contents before a trial begins.
Phoenix:
I see...
Rayfa:
.........The third time will be the charm. My insights will finally bring you to your knees tomorrow! And I will teach that neophyte practitioner a lesson!
Phoenix:
(Looks like the royal priestess is back with a vengeance. She's made a full recovery from when we started the investigation earlier today.) I look forward to seeing you in court, Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
Hmph. Your overconfidence will be your downfall. You will not look so confident when I am finished with you tomorrow!
Phoenix:
Actually... I'm not really looking forward to seeing her tomorrow. Especially without any solid evidence.
Ahlbi:
Why don't we go over everything you know so far?
Phoenix:
All right. Hmm, let's see here... Acolyte Zeh'lot was killed during the rite with Lady Kee'ra's dagger. And Maya's fingerprints were found on it.
Ahlbi:
That doesn't sound very good!
Phoenix:
I know... It's the very definition of being up a creek without a paddle. The day before his murder, Zeh'lot enjoyed a meal with the high priest, his wife, and Maya. I also learned about spirit channeling here in Khura'in.
Ahlbi:
None of that sounds very helpful.
Phoenix:
Oh, but I did hear something interesting. That the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra might be working for the justice minister.
Ahlbi:
What?! Really?! Our kingdom is supposed to be ruled through faith and laws. We can't allow the people to be controlled by fear and violence!
Phoenix:
Ahlbi, that sounds like something a rebel might say.
Ahlbi:
I-It does? But if that Lady Kee'ra really is one of Minister Inga's subordinates... ...that would exonerate Miss Maya!
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, I have no way of proving it in court.
Ahlbi:
...Oh, that's too bad.
Phoenix:
Oh, I almost forgot about the secret rebel hideout we found at the Inner Sanctum. There was a bloodstain inside. But I don't know if or how it's connected to this case, though.
Ahlbi:
Wow! A secret room at the Inner Sanctum?! That would be a huge hit with tourists!
Phoenix:
(This kid really is an entrepreneur at heart.)
Ahlbi:
...Er, what I mean is that hideout could be important to your case.
Phoenix:
Maybe, but it's still too early to tell. Argh... Looks like I'm heading into court without any useful evidence.
Ahlbi:
We'll just have to pray something appears during tomorrow's trial...
Phoenix:
Princess Rayfa's Divination Séance might be my only hope. There could be some new information in it that might help.
Ahlbi:
Th-The Divination Séance?! But I thought it always works against the accused!
Phoenix:
...Not always.
Datz:
Right! It's like Dhurke used to say: The royal priestess's Insights are just another piece of evidence.
Ahlbi:
Really?! I never heard anyone say that before. It's hard to figure you out sometimes, sir.
Phoenix:
(Divination Séances worked both ways before the Defense Culpability Act. It's only now that the people of Khura'in find it strange.)
Ahlbi:
Um, Mr. Wright? I just wanted to say... good luck tomorrow!
Phoenix:
Thanks. I can't afford to lose this next one. (I've collected all sorts of information, but I haven't even started connecting the dots. If I could do that, I might have a shot at pulling off a win. Rayfa's Insights will be the deciding factor. It's a huge gamble, but it's all I've got!) 
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Area already examined
Phoenix:
I've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I'm pretty sure I know what I need to, but... ...maybe I should go over it all again.)
The Rite of Turnabout
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Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
May 12, 9:34 AMHigh Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Maya:
.........
Phoenix:
(Maya looks exhausted, but I can't blame her.)
Maya:
Nick, I was thinking about it all day yesterday... I never properly asked you to defend me, did I?
Phoenix:
It doesn't matter. I'm on this case till the bitter end.
Maya:
I know. That's why... I wanted to officially ask you for your help.
Phoenix:
You got it, Maya! Let's do this. We gotta wrap this up and get back home so you can make your dream show come true. "The Steel Samurai vs. The Plumed Punisher," right?
Maya:
You bet!
Rayfa:
You look as if you did not sleep last night, Barbed Head. It is written all over your face. How can you expect to put up a respectable defense like that?
Phoenix:
I-I'm all fired up, and raring to go! (I guess Maya's not the only one looking exhausted.)
Rayfa:
...........................
Phoenix:
(Hm? Rayfa doesn't seem in the best spirits herself.)
Rayfa:
Hmph. Go ahead, feign confidence now while you are still able. For I will see to it that your last rites are read to you this day!
Phoenix:
(Heh, guess it was just my imagination...)
Maya:
Ready, Nick?
Phoenix:
Okay, Maya, let's head on in!
May 12High Court of Khura'in
Day 2Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Now then, if everyone is ready...
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Magistry.
Nahyuta:
The prosecution is ready. Let us begin without further delay.
Judge:
Oh, no prayers this time, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
I already offered my prayers for the latest victim during my visit to the crime scene. Being that the accused has already been found guilty of the first murder... ...let us hasten this trial, so we may put this dead lawyer walking out of his misery.
Judge:
I could not agree more. In yesterday's trial, the accused was already found guilty of murdering the high priest. And today she will be tried for the murder of his disciple, Puhray Zeh'lot. Now then, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, your opening statement, if you would.
Nahyuta:
...Certainly. The accused has now slain two of the most devout clergymen in Khura'inism. Even the lowest level of Hell -- the Hell of Tickling -- would not be punishment enough.
Judge:
*gulp* Th-Then... what t-terrible fate awaits her?
Nahyuta:
Bahlgilpo'kon Hell -- a realm of eternal agony. There she will suffer the endless punishment of ja'gar by the galuun of Puhlmo'ten. Furthermore, Guhljaama--
Judge:
E-Enough, enough! My blood runs cold at the mere thought that such a terrible place exists.
Phoenix:
(I was going to ask for a translation, but on second thought, ignorance is bliss.)
Judge:
N-Now then, please continue, minus the part about the terrible hell awaiting the accused.
Nahyuta:
As you wish... The victim of this heinous crime was the high priest's disciple, Puhray Zeh'lot. He had been training under the high priest while living at the priest's home.
Judge:
I had met him a number of times, and he seemed like an earnest young man. How tragic that he met such a terrible end.
Nahyuta:
The murder occurred at the Plaza of Devotion, during the Purification Rite. It was a bold crime carried out while the plaza was full of the faithful deep in prayer. The Warbaa'd Dagger was found impaled in the victim's upper back. The stabbing caused a spinal cord injury that killed him instantly.
Judge:
Ah, the Warbaa'd Dagger. Lady Kee'ra's weapon of choice.
Nahyuta:
We have already established that the accused's prints were on the weapon. Incredibly damning evidence in itself.
Maya:
N-No... I didn't do it!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Hold your tongue. Now, being that the accused, Maya Fey, is a serial killer... ...the prosecution believes that the death penalty is the only possible sentence.
Judge:
Would the defense care to respond?
Phoenix:
The accused is innocent, and nothing can convince me otherwise! After all, the crime scene was packed with worshippers. How could my client possibly have committed this murder without a single witness?
Nahyuta:
The accused's fingerprints on the murder weapon alone is enough to render a verdict. As such, I see no need to debate this any further.
Phoenix:
B-But...!
Judge:
Well, once Her Benevolence conducts her Séance, it will be clear for all to see.
Nahyuta:
............... Your Magistry, might I have a word?
Judge:
Hm? Is something the matter, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
It is about the Divination Séance...
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Judge:
Y-Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
Stop right there, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
Nahyuta:
...As you wish. Forgive me for overstepping my bounds.
Phoenix:
(What was that all about?)
Rayfa:
Barbed Head, have you made peace with your fate? For this time, the Divination Séance will bring you to your knees!
Phoenix:
I'm ready. And I accept your challenge. (The only problem is, I have no weapons at my disposal. Our only hope now is what we can glean from the Séance vision and Rayfa's Insights.)
Judge:
Very well. The Divination Séance if you please, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
Yes, let us begin. ...Nayna! O Holy Mother! We hold this Divination Séance in your name! Let the eyes of everyone here be clear, and our ears be unstopped! O Dance of Devotion! Guide the victim's soul to me! So that we may receive their final memories in the Pool of Souls!
Rayfa:
............
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
............
Phoenix: 
(I don't get it. Why wasn't there anything to see?)
Judge:
Y-Your Benevolence! What in the world...?
Rayfa:
Urgh... I was unable to evoke any sort of response. I called out the spirit's name many times... but to no avail!
Nahyuta:
Just as I thought...
Phoenix:
(Wait, what does he know that we don't?)
Nahyuta:
I had sought to confirm the contents of today's Divination Séance. After all, it is customary for the prosecutor to verify it beforehand.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it...)
Rayfa:
I must go perform a Divination Séance for Puhray Zeh'lot. It is our custom for the prosecution to review its contents before a trial begins.
Nahyuta:
And that is why I sought to stop Her Benevolence from performing it here. However, she insisted that it be done. She wished to try one more time here in the Hall of Justice.
Judge:
It would appear Her Benevolence is tired from her manifold duties.
Rayfa:
I am not anything of the sort! The victim's spirit will not answer my call, but I know not why! It is my sacred duty to convey the truth through the Divination Séance!
Phoenix:
(Rayfa...)
Judge:
What are we to do without a Divination Séance?
Nahyuta:
I suppose I shall have to deliver the last rites without them. The prosecution has already taken that into account when preparing for today. I am fully capable of proving the accused's guilt, with or without a Divination Séance.
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha ha! You never fail to impress, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
Phoenix:
(This is bad... The Divination Séance was my one and only hope.) Your Magistry, Her Benevolence said she isn't tired! So, shouldn't we try to find out why the Divination Séance failed?
Rayfa:
!
Judge:
How curious, Mr. Wright. Why have you suddenly taken such a keen interest in the Divination Séance?
Rayfa:
Yes, explain yourself! The Divination Séance is for shedding light on an accused's crimes! It is the Holy Mother's hammer of wrath, that is ever poised to pound you into your grave! You should fear it, not plead for it!
Phoenix:
...I believe in my client. Plus, yesterday, somebody told me something that changed my mind: The Divination Séance was once thought of as just another piece of evidence. If we were to correctly interpret the visions through careful analysis... ...then they would lead us to the truth behind what really happened. And the truth will show that my client, Maya Fey, is innocent.
Maya:
The truth is, you don't have anything else to fall back on, huh, Nick?
Phoenix:
...Maya, please, you're not helping.
Rayfa:
How dare you?! The voice of a mitamah is to be feared, not utilized by vile lawyers such as you!
Nahyuta:
Séances exact a heavy toll upon the royal priestess. It would be best not to burden her any further. Or does the defense feel that it can pose no counterarguments without the Séance?
Phoenix:
N-No, of course not! (He saw right through me! I'll have to find a way to make the Divination Séance happen, or we're toast.)
Judge:
Well, since the Divination Séance is not possible at this time, I see no other choice. Let us proceed with the trial without the Séance, as Prosecutor Sahdmadhi suggested.
Nahyuta:
Thank you, Your Magistry.
Rayfa:
Why you...! I will not forget this, Barbed Head! This will NOT be the last you see of me!
Nahyuta:
Now then, I will now proceed by providing an outline of the case at hand.
Judge:
Very well. If the lead detective would please come to the stand, we may begin.
Ema:
........................ ...Sorry, Mr. Wright.
Nahyuta:
Detective Skye... I understand how you would wish to save the accused and the defense. They are your friends, after all. But you must let them go... and move on.
Ema:
B-But...!
Nahyuta:
There is only one way to save them now: By giving their souls the chance to burn away the taint of their sins in the infernal flames.
Ema:
Ooh... I... I... I can't do this!
Judge:
Ah! No eating in the sacred Hall of Justice!
Maya:
Ms. Skye!
Ema:
Y-Yes?!
Maya:
Don't worry about me and Nick. You just do your job. I'm sure Nick will figure something out... eventually!
Ema:
............... Right. Thanks, Ms. Fey.
Nahyuta:
How very brave for a criminal with a tainted soul. Very well, Detective Skye. Please proceed.
Ema:
Okay, I can do this... Let me start with an overview of this case.
Witness Testimony-- Overview of the Second Murder --
Ema:
The latest victim was Puhray Zeh'lot.
He had been training under the high priest, and living at his house for the past two years.
The high priest's widow Beh'leeb Inmee has identified the victim's body.
He may have been mistaken for a rebel and killed due to his connection to the high priest.
Judge:
I see... Well, that certainly makes sense. Would the defense care to respond?
Phoenix:
(I didn't spot any inconsistencies in her testimony so far. And I don't have any evidence in my arsenal. What am I going to do now?)
Maya:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
What is it, Maya?
Maya:
I was just wondering about how much the police actually looked into Acolyte Zeh'lot. Because it just might prove to be the key as to why the Divination Séance failed.
Phoenix:
What are you getting at?
Maya:
Umm, well... It's just a hunch.
Phoenix:
(Wait a second. During my investigation... ...Rayfa told me about how the Divination Séance works. If I could figure out why it failed... ...maybe she could try it again. Okay! Time to press for some more information!)
Cross-Examination-- Overview of the Second Murder --
Ema:
The latest victim was Puhray Zeh'lot.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What kind of person was Acolyte Zeh'lot?
Ema:
According to the neighbors and others who knew him... ...he was a deeply devout youth.
Nahyuta:
I, too, have heard his name mentioned as one who was a fervent practitioner. I suppose you might say he was the high priest's star disciple.
Ema:
Furthermore...
Ema:
He had been training under the high priest, and living at his house for the past two years.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Two years? Are you sure about that?
Ema:
We took statements from his neighbors and his fellow monks. They all corroborate our initial findings.
Phoenix:
What about you, Maya?
Maya:
...Well, when I first came here... ...I saw Zeh'lot praying under the high priest's instruction.
Phoenix:
I see... So the results of the police investigation seem to check out...
Ema:
The high priest's widow Beh'leeb Inmee has identified the victim's body.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Was Mrs. Inmee's positive ID the only way you verified the identity of the victim?
Ema:
Huh? ...Well, no! We also checked the ID card he carried and the data in his family registry. But...
Phoenix:
But what?
Ema:
His personal information didn't match any of the public records we cross-referenced.
Phoenix:
Maybe that's why the Divination Séance failed.
Ema:
I-I'm not sure what you mean, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Here's what I'm thinking...
His address was wrong
Phoenix:
The victim's address was wrong!
Ema:
Um... Mr. Wright? Even if it was wrong, how would that affect the Divination Séance?
Phoenix:
Oh, uhh... You're right. It wouldn't. (What was it that a Divination Séance required, again? Oh, right! Then there is only one possible answer!)
Ema:
It looks like the fact that his personal info wasn't in the public records isn't important.
Phoenix:
No, Ema, it is important.
Leads to:
"The victim decided to hide his identity for some reason..."
Puhray Zeh'lot is a fake name
Leads to:
"The victim decided to hide his identity for some reason..."
Phoenix:
The victim decided to hide his identity for some reason... In other words, he was using a fake name! The royal priestess uses a deceased's face and true name to summon their spirit.
Rayfa:
Why, yes, that is indeed true.
Nahyuta:
If he was using a forged ID and there is no mention of him in our public records... ...then he was likely an illegal immigrant. They are not uncommon here in Khura'in.
Phoenix:
An illegal immigrant? (Come to think of it, Rayfa mentioned something about immigrants yesterday.)
Ema:
But if that's the case, we have no way of knowing who he really is. We'll have to proceed without holding a Divination Séance this time.
Phoenix:
Urk!
Judge:
I had always thought that Acolyte Zeh'lot was Khura'inese. Oh, how the high priest must be lamenting his disciple's deception in the Twilight Realm. Well, Mr. Wright? What do you think? Should we add this to the testimony?
Add it to the testimony
Phoenix:
This is an important fact. Please add it to the testimony.
Judge:
Hmm... It would seem to be a fact most inconvenient for the defense. But, if you insist. Detective Skye, please add what you just said to your testimony.
Ema:
Yes, Your Magistry.
Add statement:
"He was an illegal immigrant, so we don't know his real name."
Don't add it to the testimony
Phoenix:
No, Your Magistry. There's no need to add it to her testimony.
Judge:
Very well, then. Please continue if you would, Detective Skye.
Ema:
Yes, Your Magistry. We still don't know the victim's true identity, but...
Press (after adding "He was an illegal immigrant, so we don't know his real name.")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But the victim was using a fake name, so... ...he may very well have been in Khura'in illegally.
Ema:
Y-Yes, that's very likely the case.
Phoenix:
(Now that I have an opening, what next? It's still not going to help me learn Zeh'lot's true identity. Was he really an illegal alien?)
Ema:
He was an illegal immigrant, so we don't know his real name.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Isn't there some way to track down his real name?
Ema:
No, not if he was an illegal immigrant.
Phoenix:
Have you actually confirmed that he was in Khura'in illegally?
Ema:
Well, we don't have any conclusive evidence. But there's also no evidence of him being a citizen of Khura'in, either.
Phoenix:
Hoh boy... Now what do we do...
Maya:
What if there was a clue in the evidence you gathered?
Phoenix:
That's probably our only hope at this point. (If he really was an illegal immigrant, our proverbial goose is probably cooked.)
Present Crime Photo (Zeh'lot)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Sorry, Detective Skye..."
Ema:
He may have been mistaken for a rebel and killed due to his connection to the high priest.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Maya isn't that Lady Kee'ra who's been going around capturing rebels!
Ema:
I'm sorry, Mr. Wright, but... 
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
That verdict was already handed down in the previous trial. It is no longer a point of dispute, and I will not allow you to make it so.
Phoenix:
But...!
Nahyuta:
No "ifs," "ands," and most of all, no "buts." The accused was posing as Lady Kee'ra. And she killed Acolyte Zeh'lot because she mistakenly believed him to be a rebel.
Maya:
Th-That's not true!
Ema:
I'm sorry... The verdict has already been read in that case. I have to assume that it's fact now.
Phoenix:
Arngh!
Before adding statement "He was an illegal immigrant, so we don't know his real name."
Phoenix:
Maya, you mentioned that Ema's testimony might hold a clue as to why the Séance failed.
Maya:
I did, but it's really just a hunch.
Phoenix:
(That might mean there was a mistake made during the investigation. It would have to be information that would impact the Séance. Hmm, what could it be...?)
After adding statement "He was an illegal immigrant, so we don't know his real name."
Phoenix:
(Now I know why the Divination Séance failed, but...)
Maya:
Umm, nothing's really changed.
Phoenix:
Yeah, which means we're in big trouble.
Maya:
If he really was an illegal immigrant, it's going to be real hard to find out his real name...
Phoenix:
(I guess our only choice is to give up on the whole Divination Séance thing. If only there was some way to find out the victim's real name...)
Phoenix:
Sorry, Detective Skye... But the police missed something important in their investigation.
Ema:
Huh?! Wh-What are you talking about?!
Phoenix:
The victim was undeniably a Khura'inese native! And this crime scene photo proves it.
Judge:
I-It does?!
Phoenix:
It's a little hard to see, but look closely. You'll see clear proof that the victim was Khura'inese.
Ema:
Wh-Where? I don't see anything that would prove that!
Phoenix:
This proves the victim was Khura'inese!
Present neck tattoo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Look at this tattoo right here!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmm...  fail to understand how that proves anything.
Phoenix:
Oh, don't worry, Your Magistry. I don't understand it, either!
Judge:
Your ineptitude is equally unfathomable, defense!
Phoenix:
(Argh... I better take a good look at that photo again.)
Judge:
Your claim that the victim was Khura'inese... Is it not but another one of your lawyerly untruths?
Phoenix:
No. If you look here in this photo, you'll see that he's definitely Khura'inese!
Leads back to:
"This proves the victim was Khura'inese!"
Phoenix:
Look at this tattoo right here!
Judge:
Why that's... a tattoo of a peach?
Phoenix:
I would like you all to think about the meaning of this tattoo.
Ema:
Oh, umm... The victim really liked peaches?
Judge:
Well, peaches are a favored delicacy here in Khura'in.
Nahyuta:
They happen to be a personal favorite of mine. The sweetness of their abundant nectars and the softness of their perfectly ripe flesh... They are a blessing from the Holy Mother herself.
Maya:
Nick, I've suddenly got a craving for peaches!
Phoenix:
...After the trial, Maya. Right now we have bigger fish to fry. Unfortunately, that is NOT a tattoo of a peach.
Nahyuta:
...It is not a peach, you say? Then what is it?
Phoenix:
Take a closer look. Haven't you seen something like that before? Namely, the tattoo on the high priest's brow.
Judge:
Oh, my!
Ema:
What?!
Phoenix:
This mark is only borne by members of the Khura'inist clergy!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
So that is what you believe it to be. But are they not utterly different shapes?
Phoenix:
Sure, they're shaped differently, but there's a reason for that. The victim had the peach-shaped tattoo inked over an existing tattoo for some reason. However, the dark red portion is exactly the same as the mark all Khura'inist clergy bear.
Ema:
Hey, you're right!
Judge:
Hmm... Until about twenty-some-odd years ago, everyone did get one, didn't they? I myself bear one on my right buttoc--
Nahyuta:
That is entirely too much information, Your Magistry.
Phoenix:
Information on everyone who enters the clergy is maintained at the temple! All we have to do is look up a monk with a mark in the same spot!
Ema:
I'm on it! I'll let you know if I get any hits!
Nahyuta:
That will not be necessary. If you seek information on the clergy... ...I have it all right here.
Judge:
Oh, my! You never cease to amaze! ...So, tell us, is there anyone who fits the bill?
Nahyuta:
.............................. ...There is just one, and his name is Rheel Neh'mu. He became a monk twenty years ago.
Phoenix:
Then that must be the victim's real name.
Judge:
But why would he have tried to cover up his tattoo with another one?
Phoenix:
(Yeah... There must've been some reason...)
Maya:
Nick! That's not important right now. The important thing is we know his real name.
Phoenix:
You're right! Your Magistry! Now that we know the victim's real name... ...the Divination Séance might finally work!
Judge:
Hmm... A lawyer who willingly seeks a Séance... This is entirely unprecedented.
Nahyuta:
Heh. You are but digging your own grave, defense.
Phoenix:
We won't know that until we try. (Sure, it's risky, but it's our only hope!)
Judge:
Very well. Let the Divination Séance be held once more! 
Rayfa:
.............................. Why would a lawyer work so hard to see the Divination Séance be held once more? You are a fool, Barbed Head. And your foolishness shall yield no gratitude from me. For with the truth revealed by my Insights, I shall gladly seek your demise!
Phoenix:
...Bring it on, Princess. Because I will correctly interpret each and every one of your Insights.
Rayfa:
Hmph! You will regret ever thinking you could use my sacred Insights as evidence. O Holy Mother! We hold this Divination Séance in your name! Let the eyes of everyone here be clear, and our ears be unstopped! O Dance of Devotion! Guide the victim's soul to me! So that we may receive their final memories in the Pool of Souls!
Judge:
...Oh, my! It is just as Mr. Wright surmised. Puhray Zeh'lot wasn't the victim's true name! And now at last, we have seen the victim's final moments!
Phoenix:
B-But... All we could see was the ground!
Nahyuta:
You seem terribly disappointed. I take it you did not find any fodder for one of your infamous turnabouts?
Phoenix:
Ngrk!
Nahyuta:
I, on the other hand, have discovered something: Conclusive evidence that establishes the accused's guilt!
Phoenix:
Y-You did?!
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha ha! A most surprising surprise attack! ...So, tell us, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, what is this conclusive evidence you have found?
Nahyuta:
...The Plumed Punisher theme song that the deceased heard. Please consider this item here. It was confiscated from the accused during her interrogation.
Maya:
Hey, that's my Plumed Punisher strap!
Nahyuta:
When you press the magatama on the Plumed Punisher's belt...
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaah!
Nahyuta:
It seems the accused inadvertently pressed the button in the midst of her crime. This strap is an extremely rare item, is it not, Ms. Fey?
Maya:
You'd better not break it! There's only one of those in the whole wide world!
Phoenix:
M-Maya, noooooooooo!
Rayfa:
Heh heh heh heh! It is just as I said. Your flights of fancy... have come crashing down on you!
Maya:
She sure seems to be enjoying this.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I've never seen her look so thrilled before either.
Rayfa:
It is time to accept the fact that the Divination Séance is far more than mere evidence! It is the very truth that brings the hammer of justice down upon the accused!
Judge:
That is as conclusive as evidence can get. Now then, if there are no further objections...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Slow down there, Your Magistry. At least let me make a counterargument!
Judge:
What's this? Do you take issue with the Divination Séance?
Phoenix:
(Oh, I have issues with it. I just don't know what they are yet. But that's never stopped me before!) The Divination Séance is not the absolute truth! It only becomes the truth after it's been interpreted correctly.
Rayfa:
Grr! You do not know when you are beaten, do you, you foolish lawyer. I am the only one who speaks for the mitamah of the deceased! If you believe there to be errors in my Insights, then let us see you prove it!
Insight -- Rayfa's Insight --
Rayfa:
The victim was offering up his prayers...
It was the night of the rite. The pattern on the plaza's ground was visible in the darkness.
Then, someone was there... and the theme to "The Plumed Punisher" filled the air...
The accused held the victim down and plunged her dagger into his upper back.
The blade struck true, and in that instant, he departed from this world...
Rayfa:
That is everything the deceased experienced in his final moments.
Nahyuta:
Her Benevolence's Insights have painted a detailed picture, both vivid and true.
Phoenix:
(I didn't notice any holes there. As they stand now, those Insights are really stacked against us. I'll just have to go over each and every one of the deceased's sensations very carefully.)
Rayfa:
The victim was offering up his prayers...
It was the night of the rite. The pattern on the plaza's ground was visible in the darkness.
Present Gingihl (Smell) on second panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Was it really the night of the rite...?"
Then, someone was there... and the theme to "The Plumed Punisher" filled the air...
The accused held the victim down and plunged her dagger into his upper back.
The blade struck true, and in that instant, he departed from this world...
Phoenix:
Was it really the night of the rite...?
Rayfa:
What do you mean? It could not be otherwise! The accused slew Acolyte Zeh'lot after killing the high priest during the Purification Rite.
Phoenix:
The only problem is, the deceased's spirit does not corroborate that.
Rayfa:
What's this?!
Phoenix:
Take a good look at what the victim smelled. Do you see how it says "gingihl"? Acolyte Zeh'lot shouldn't have smelled any gingihl on the night of the rite!
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Let me back up my statement with some evidence for you. This should explain how the victim couldn't have smelled gingihl on the night of the rite!
Present Beh'leeb's Statement
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The high priest's wife, Beh'leeb Inmee, told me about the Feast of Blessings."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
			
Judge:
............... To be frank, your assertion stinks, defense.
Phoenix:
Does it smell that bad?
Judge:
Indeed. I nearly passed out from the stench.
Phoenix:
(I didn't know my bluffs had such a pungent aroma...)
Judge:
It would seem that the smell of gingihl is unrelated to the case at hand.
Phoenix:
No, the fact that the victim smelled gingihl is extremely important. It's important because the smell shouldn't have been present on the night of the rite.
Leads back to:
"This should explain how the victim couldn't have smelled gingihl on the night of the rite!"
Phoenix:
The high priest's wife, Beh'leeb Inmee, told me about the Feast of Blessings. The feast includes a number of gingihl-based dishes. And they're only supposed to be served at a certain time the day before the rite!
Judge:
Why, I believe you're right! I had completely forgotten about that.
Phoenix:
During the feast, the unique smell of gingihl pervades the entire kingdom. The fact that the victim smelled it means... ...he was murdered between noon and 3 PM the day before the Purification Rite!
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rayfa:
Hmph. I am not so easily fooled! Did that autopsy report not make it clear? The estimated time of death was during the rite!
Phoenix:
(Oh, right. I taught her about that yesterday.) Forgive me, Your Benevolence... ...but the estimated time of death is just that -- an estimate. Depending on the circumstances, it's possible for it to change.
Rayfa:
Wh-What's this?!
Phoenix:
Like, if a body was kept cold, the slowed rate of decay makes the death seem more recent.
Judge:
Why, I believe I have heard something of the sort before. Hmm... If it is as Mr. Wright claims... ...the estimated time of death in the autopsy report will have to be revised.
Zeh'lot's Autopsy Report updated in the Court Record.
Rayfa:
Nnnggrrrrrrrrrrr! Barbed Head! You... You blinded me with science!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... (Wait, what am I apologizing for?)
Rayfa:
Hmph. ...No matter. The murder may have occurred in the afternoon hours the day before the rite. Nevertheless... The murder weapon with the accused's prints on it is incontrovertible evidence. I will now amend my Insight to account for this new truth.
Insight Revised
It was the night of the rite. The pattern on the plaza's ground was visible in the darkness.
It was the afternoon of the day before the rite. Though a bit dark, the pattern on the plaza's ground was visible.
Rayfa:
The time of death has been corrected, leaving my Insight infallible.
Maya:
Nick! A change in the time of death is bound to cause some sort of an inconsistency!
Phoenix:
(If I had something that showed what it was like on that day, it could really help.)
Rayfa:
The victim was offering up his prayers...
It was the afternoon of the day before the rite. Though a bit dark, the pattern on the plaza's ground was visible.
Present green floor (Sight) on second panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The change in the date and time of the crime..."
Then, someone was there... and the theme to "The Plumed Punisher" filled the air...
The accused held the victim down and plunged her dagger into his upper back.
The blade struck true, and in that instant, he departed from this world...
Phoenix:
The change in the date and time of the crime... ...has caused a new inconsistency to surface.
Rayfa:
What's this?! Augh! You are making that irritating face again! Cease that at once!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but this is the face I was born with. Now, let's focus on what is important -- what the victim saw in his final moments.
Rayfa:
Do you have bats in the belfry, Barbed Head? There is nothing to see. The ground at the plaza was all that entered the victim's eyes.
Phoenix: 
And that's what I find so strange. On the day before the rite, it should've been impossible to see that pattern on the ground!
Judge:
Impossible, you say?! ...Do explain.
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence shows why the plaza's ground was not visible that day!
Present May 9th Newspaper
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This newspaper has an article that is tiny in size, but huge in importance."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
			
Judge:
.............................. Are you sure that shows why the ground was not visible?
Phoenix:
I'm positive!
Nahyuta:
I know not what the defense thinks he sees... ...but I see a lawyer spouting nonsense.
Judge:
Perhaps this will open his eyes.
Phoenix:
(Okay, I guess that wasn't it.)
Judge:
Now, I will ask you once more. What piece of evidence shows that the plaza ground was not visible that day?
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence shows why the plaza's ground was not visible that day!"
Phoenix:
This newspaper has an article that is tiny in size, but huge in importance. It says that the ground was covered with "thick, white ice" the day before the rite.
Rayfa:
What?! B-But...!
Judge:
The victim did not see so much as an ice cube on the ground!
Phoenix:
Exactly. And so we must ask: What WAS the victim looking at in his final moments?
Rayfa:
If you have something to say, then say it!
Phoenix:
The last thing the victim saw was not the ground at the Plaza of Devotion. This can only mean that he was killed elsewhere!
Rayfa:
Wha--!
Nahyuta:
Wha--!
Judge:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Then where do you propose the victim was actually killed?
Rayfa:
Yes, tell us where! Otherwise, your argument is worthless!
Phoenix:
Um, about that... (Argh, I hadn't gotten to that part yet!) Any ideas, Maya?
Maya:
Umm... Let me think... Well... it's somewhere green and shaggy, right?
Phoenix:
Right, but where could that be?
Rayfa:
What is it, Barbed Head? Giving up already?
Phoenix:
N-Not at all! (Now, where have I seen something green and shaggy...?) This shows where the victim was killed!
Present Rebel Hideout Photo
Phoenix:
	
Leads to:			
"The secret hideout the rebels were using!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
	
Rayfa:
That shows where the victim was killed?
Phoenix:
I'll leave it up to your imagination.
Judge:
...I was imagining giving you a penalty, but now I don't have to just imagine it anymore.
Phoenix:
(Imagine that...)
Rayfa:
I knew it. The victim could not have been killed anywhere but the plaza.
Phoenix:
No, he was killed elsewhere! (It was somewhere green and shaggy. I know I've seen someplace like that, but where?)
Leads back to:
"This shows where the victim was killed!"
Phoenix:
The secret hideout the rebels were using!
Rayfa:
The rebel hideout? There was no such place anywhere on the floor of that chamber!
Phoenix:
You're absolutely right. (There's no place... on the floor, anyway.)
Judge:
Then what did the victim see in his final moments if not the floor of the rebel hideout?
Phoenix:
This is what the victim saw in his final moments!
Present smaller mossy stone
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The shaggy green surface the victim saw was one of the moss-covered stone slabs!"
Present larger mossy stone
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(The only thing green and shaggy in the rebel hideout is...! Huh? Wait a second... When I was examining the other stone slab in the hideout...)
Phoenix:
...Hm? It looks like some of the moss about halfway up has been disturbed. ...I wonder why that is?
Phoenix:
(If the reason why the moss had been disturbed is what I think it is...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright? You've suddenly grown quite silent.
Phoenix:
Oh, sorry. I was thinking about my answer.
Leads back to:
"This is what the victim saw in his final moments!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The victim was killed here!
Judge:
But... how could he have been killed in such a place?
Phoenix:
Good question... What are your thoughts, Your Magistry?
Judge:
Didn't your mother tell you not to answer a question with a question?!
Phoenix:
Mamma mia... (The same pattern as the one at the plaza... Let's take a good look around.) Your Magistry! Please give me another chance!
Judge:
Very well, then. But there is a limit to my patience. Now, show me where you believe the victim was killed.
Leads back to:
"This is what the victim saw in his final moments!"
Phoenix:
The shaggy green surface the victim saw was one of the moss-covered stone slabs! As you can see, there are two distinct hand-shaped impressions in the moss here. I believe the victim was killed while he stood there with his hands pressed against the slab!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
That does agree with the Séance vision. However, one cannot definitely declare they are one and the same.
Judge:
I concur. There is no proof that a murder occurred in the rebel hideout.
Rayfa:
Indeed! What evidence do you have of this?!
Phoenix:
I've already shown you the evidence.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this second version of the photo I just showed you. You can see the results of the luminol test I performed in the rebel hideout. This is proof positive that someone had been bleeding in front of that stone slab.
Judge:
Is this true?!
Phoenix:
This information has already been provided to the police.
Judge:
Detective Skye, to whom does this blood belong?
Ema:
W-We thought it was the high priest's blood that flowed in from outside... ...so we haven't tested it yet.
Judge:
Then you must do so at once!
Ema:
Y-Yes, Your Magistry!
Judge:
It appears the police have finished testing the blood. Detective Skye, your report, please.
Ema:
The blood found in the rebel hideout... ...belongs to Puhray Zeh'lot, just like the defense claims!
Nahyuta:
Detective Skye, do you realize what your blunder has done to me? When this trial concludes, I want to see you in my prayer chamber. There, I will deliver a joyous sermon onto you for eight hours straight.
Ema:
I-I'm really sorry, but... Please, anything but that!
Maya:
...Nick, maybe, just maybe... ...this is the chance we've been waiting for!
Phoenix:
Yep, it would seem so. (I hate to do this to Ema, but...)
Maya:
Go for it! It's full speed ahead!
Phoenix:
The victim was killed in the rebel hideout the day before the Purification Rite. Then, his body was moved to the Plaza of Devotion by someone we've yet to identify! So, when we thought we saw Acolyte Zeh'lot praying during the rite, he was already dead!
Rayfa:
Aaaaaaugh!
Phoenix:
And that's not all. If he was killed at the Inner Sanctum, that would explain one more thing.
Judge:
And that would be...?
Phoenix:
How the time of death was made to look later than it actually was. The proof of which, was left behind at the sanctum. This points to how the time of death was made to appear later than it actually was!
Present Inner Sanctum Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Why, these are..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Nahyuta:
Do you truly believe that could affect the estimated time of death?
Phoenix:
A-And why not?!
Nahyuta:
Then let us test this idea on YOUR body.
Phoenix:
Errr... Pass?
Judge:
Mr. Wright's body may still be alive, but he appears very much brain-dead.
Phoenix:
(Urgh... I blew that one.)
Judge:
So no one attempted to cover up the true time of death.
Phoenix:
No, I believe someone did!
Leads back to:
"This points to how the time of death was made to appear later than it actually was!"
Judge:
Why, these are... photos of the Inner Sanctum?
Phoenix:
I'd like you to focus on this one. The proof is right here in this photo. This is how the time of death was made to appear later than it really was. Do you see how the snow has been removed from this one spot only? That's because it was used to keep the victim's body cold. And that's why the time of death wasn't what it seemed!
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rayfa:
The time was mistaken? And the place, too? And just what do you believe that proves?
Phoenix:
Th-That my client is innocent.
Rayfa:
What of her fingerprints on the dagger, and the Plumed Punisher theme the victim heard? You have failed to address these two key pieces of evidence.
Phoenix:
Urk! I-I see your point.
Maya:
Wasn't this your big chance, Nick?!
Phoenix:
Ahh... I'm really hoping that the difference in location can invalidate... ...either the weapon or the theme song from being used as evidence against you.
Maya:
Actually, that might be possible. At least, for one of them.
Phoenix:
Really?!
Rayfa:
What's this? You say you can contradict our argument for a key piece of evidence?! Very well, let us see you try!
Maya:
Nick, take a good look at the rebel hideout photo!
Phoenix:
Umm... Uhh... ...Oh! The defense can invalidate this piece of evidence!
The fingerprints on the dagger
Phoenix:
The dagger with my client's prints on it. It's inconsistent with the facts that have come to light!
Rayfa:
I fail to see how you can contradict the fact that her fingerprints were on the weapon.
Judge:
We do not take kindly to such stalling tactics here in the Hall of Justice.
Phoenix:
Argh, sorry... (I guess there's nothing wrong with the murder weapon. Then that leaves...)
Rayfa:
You have not found any contradictions with the evidence!
Phoenix:
But the fact that the murder didn't occur at the plaza DOES affect the evidence! It results in a contradiction with the Plumed Punisher theme song the victim heard!
Leads to:
"The Plumed Punisher theme?"
The Plumed Punisher theme
Leads to:
"The Plumed Punisher theme?"
Rayfa:
The Plumed Punisher theme? And how do you intend to support such a claim?!
Phoenix:
Since the murder happened in the rebel hideout... ...there's something there that played the theme song, other than my client's strap!
Judge:
It wasn't the strap?! Is this true?
Phoenix:
The item that played The Plumed Punisher theme song was this!
Present Plumed Punisher clock
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is a Plumed Punisher alarm clock."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
How could that have possibly played the theme song?!
Phoenix:
It's a brand-new Plumed Punisher collectable!  It was just released the other day!
Rayfa:
Nonsense! I have never seen such an item before!
Judge:
Nor have I.
Phoenix:
(Why is everyone around here a Plumed Punisher expert?)
Judge:
It seems there was nothing there that could have played the Plumed Punisher theme.
Phoenix:
No, Your Magistry! Something in the hideout played it!
Leads back to:
"The item that played The Plumed Punisher theme song was this!"
Phoenix:
This is a Plumed Punisher alarm clock. I believe the victim heard its alarm go off!
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rayfa:
What proof do you have that the alarm went off?!
Phoenix:
What proof do YOU have that it was my client's strap that played the theme song?!
Rayfa:
Auuugh! Do not twist the facts with your lawyerly wiles! Either way, the accused would still be guilty based off of her prints on the murder weapon. And here is what really happened!
Insight Revised
The victim was offering up his prayers...
The victim stood with his hands on the stone slab in the hideout.
It was the afternoon of the day before the rite. Though a bit dark, the pattern on the plaza's ground was visible.
It was the afternoon of the day before the rite.
Rayfa:
Though there have been some twists and turns, that is the truth of what happened.
Phoenix:
Arngh! (I won't get anywhere until I can eliminate the dagger.)
Judge:
Most impressive, Your Benevolence. I see no inconsistencies anywhere in the prosecution's case.
Phoenix:
No, there is one!
Judge:
What's this?! You still claim there to be an inconsistency?!
Rayfa:
Hmph. Try as you might, the outcome will always be the same.
Rayfa:
The victim stood with his hands on the stone slab in the hideout.
Present Heavy (Touch) on third panel
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The victim was originally thought to have been stabbed while bent over in prayer."
It was the afternoon of the day before the rite.
Then, someone was there... and the theme to "The Plumed Punisher" filled the air...
The accused held the victim down and plunged her dagger into his upper back.
The blade struck true, and in that instant, he departed from this world...
Phoenix:
The victim was originally thought to have been stabbed while bent over in prayer. But he was actually standing with his hands against the stone slab. So the question is, where did the sensation of something heavy come from?
Judge:
Hmm. Yes, I see your point.
Phoenix:
Since the victim was standing, he couldn't have been held down.
Rayfa:
Eeeep!
Judge:
Then tell us, Mr. Wright, what was that heavy sensation felt by the victim?
Phoenix:
Hmm... What caused the heavy sensation Zeh'lot felt? Any thoughts, Maya?
Maya:
Uhh... I agree, that sense of heaviness seems important, but... There's also the matter of Zeh'lot's hands on the stone slab. Why were they even there?
Phoenix:
Could it be related to the cause of the heavy sensation?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Do you have an answer for us?
Phoenix:
O-Of course! (If I just envision the state Zeh'lot was in when he was killed...) The cause of the heaviness the victim felt was...
The falling stone slab
Leads to:
"The only conceivable cause is..."
The culprit jumping on him
Phoenix:
The killer jumped on him from behind!
Rayfa:
Hmm... Why do you suppose the killer would do that?
Phoenix:
Maybe they craved human contact!
Judge:
People who crave human contact do not kill those they seek contact with. But it's clear you've lost contact... with reality!
Phoenix:
Talk about a reality check...
Maya:
Wasn't there something really heavy in the rebel hideout?
Phoenix:
Of course! That's it! The cause of the heavy sensation...!
Leads to:
"The only conceivable cause is..."
Phoenix:
The only conceivable cause is... ...the stone slab falling over, trapping the victim underneath!
Judge:
What?!
Rayfa:
...!
Maya:
Oh...! The stone slab came falling down on him, crushing him underneath.
Phoenix:
Right. That was the cause of the heavy sensation the victim felt.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
While your theory is impressive, you have overlooked a key fact. The victim was not crushed to death. Rather, he was stabbed.
Phoenix:
O-Oh yeah...
Nahyuta:
Or do you claim that the dagger was plunged in after the slab had fallen on him? Plus, had the killer been behind the victim, they would have both been crushed together.
Judge:
Well? Would you care to explain?
Phoenix:
(Sure, I'd love to. That doesn't mean I can! Hmm... How could the dagger have been plunged in after the slab fell on the victim?) The killer couldn't have plunged the dagger into the victim after the slab fell on him. But, what if the murder weapon wasn't what we thought it was?
Nahyuta:
Well, there WERE other weapons in the rebel hideout. But the entrance to the hideout is right by the stone slab. There isn't enough space between the two to use any of the weapons found within.
Phoenix:
Yeah... There's not much space by the entrance, is there... (So, what was the real murder weapon, then? I better think of something!)
Maya:
If the murder weapon wasn't the dagger... ...then the dagger must've been plunged into the victim after he was already dead. That means he was stabbed at least twice, but the autopsy doesn't mention that.
Phoenix:
Then he must've been stabbed in the same spot with something shaped like the dagger.
Nahyuta:
Would the defense care to offer an explanation sometime this century?
Phoenix:
(Wait, wasn't there something dagger-like near the scene of the crime? ...Something that had a shape similar to the Warbaa'd Dagger?)
Judge:
Present your evidence at this time, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
This shows what really killed the victim!
Present Inner Sanctum Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Is this not the photo from the scene of the high priest's murder?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Nahyuta:
........................... He was stabbed with a dagger-shaped object... Those were your exact words, were they not?!
Judge:
I do not see any similarities with the evidence presented.
Phoenix:
Ack... Now that you mention it...
Judge:
Your ignorance shall cut you like a knife, defense.
Maya:
Something shaped like a dagger...
Phoenix:
I better compare the shape of the dagger with the rest of the evidence again.
Judge:
Now then, I would have the defense cut the nonsense and offer a proper answer this time. What really killed the victim, if it wasn't the dagger?
Leads back to:	
"This shows what really killed the victim!"
Judge:
Is this not the photo from the scene of the high priest's murder? Are you suggesting the murder weapon is hidden herein?
Phoenix:
This is what really took Puhray Zeh'lot's life!
Present warbaa'd statue
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"B-But that is the...!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
.................. And just how would that have stabbed into the victim?
Phoenix:
(Whoops, I think I flubbed that one!)
Rayfa:
Your barbed head would have made a far more effective weapon!
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha! Indeed! Perhaps the real murder weapon was the defense's own cranium!
Phoenix:
You won't be laughing after I show you what really killed the victim!
Judge:
Well, you will not be laughing after this penalty, either!
Phoenix:
Yowch! (Let's try that again... It's right here in the photo... The sharp object that took Zeh'lot's life!)
Leads back to:
"This is what really took Puhray Zeh'lot's life!"
Judge:
B-But that is the...!
Rayfa:
The warbaa'd statue?!
Phoenix:
Exactly! The warbaa'd statue has dagger-like feathers protruding from it. That is what really took the victim's life!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
You imbecilic fool! The statue is outside of the hideout! How do you propose it impaled someone who was inside?
Phoenix:
Haven't you heard? The warbaa'd statue also functions as the hideout's door.
Nahyuta:
...What do you mean?
Phoenix:
The statue can pull a complete switcheroo!
Nahyuta:
A switch... eroo...?
Phoenix:
To put it simply... it's a revolving door!
Judge:
A revolving door?! Why, that makes perfect sense!
Phoenix:
Therefore, I believe the truth behind the Divination Séance to be this! As the victim entered the secret hideout, the stone sculpture came toppling toward him. He threw up his hands to stop it, but its weight forced him backwards. Unfortunately, the warbaa'd statue was right behind him.
Rayfa:
Th-This... This cannot be...!
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rayfa:
B-But the accused's fingerprints were found on the dagger!
Phoenix:
She had held it while rehearsing for the rite. Which is when her prints got on it!
Nahyuta:
...Gah!
Judge:
This is a shocking turn of events, but... ...there is a great deal of circumstantial evidence in the defense's favor. I believe we must accept that the warbaa'd statue was what killed the victim.
Warbaa'd Statue added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Now that we know how Acolyte Zeh'lot really met his demise... ...there's no basis for claiming my client committed this crime!
Maya:
Nice work, Nick!
Rayfa:
...How can this be happening yet again? The Divination Séance...  is the only truth!
Phoenix:
No, Your Benevolence. It's not the truth itself, but it IS a means for shedding light on the truth!
Rayfa:
Nnngh!
Phoenix:
Do you understand now? Your kingdom needs lawyers so that they can interpret your Insights.
Rayfa:
B-But... That means I... ...I have been misinterpreting the voices of the spirits all this time?
Judge:
Y-Your Benevolence! Are you unwell? All the color has drained from your face.
Rayfa:
........................ I will be fine. Continue your proceedings without me.
Judge:
...As you wish.
Phoenix:
(I feel kind of bad for her.)
Judge:
Now then, I would have the defense continue. Please explain what you have learned now that we know how the victim actually died.
Phoenix:
Acolyte Zeh'lot was killed in the hideout before the high priest's murder. That means the body found at the Plaza of Devotion was moved there by the real killer... ...but only after the Warbaa'd Dagger was thrust into him... ...to make it look like the murder weapon.
Judge:
Th-That does seem to agree with what we now know. But why would the real killer go to such lengths?
Phoenix:
I believe stabbing Acolyte Zeh'lot's body with the dagger and moving it to the plaza was...
A warning from the Twilight Realm
Phoenix:
It was a warning from the Twilight Realm. You know, something like... "Thou shalt not leave bodies lying around the Inner Sanctum."
Nahyuta:
You putrid-headed lawyer. Have you already forgotten? The high priest's body WAS left lying in the Inner Sanctum.
Phoenix:
Oh, right.
Nahyuta:
If the killer did not wish for bodies to be left at the Inner Sanctum... ...they would have moved the high priest's corpse, as well.
Phoenix:
(W-Well, he's not wrong...)
Judge:
How is this for a warning, Mr. Wright? Thou shalt not offer half-baked answers!
Phoenix:
(Next time, I better look before I leap.)
Judge:
Hmm. It seems the reason why the body was moved will remain a mystery.
Phoenix:
No, Your Magistry. I believe I can explain why!
Leads back to:
"I believe stabbing Acolyte Zeh'lot's body with the dagger and moving it to the plaza was..."
A crime committed for fun
Phoenix:
Maybe this was a crime committed for fun. The killer is someone who loves watching people react to murder scenes. That explains why they placed the body where so many people would see it!
Nahyuta:
But then why would the killer bother meddling with the estimated time of death?
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... That's a good point.
Judge:
Sitting through your silly answers is no fun, but I do enjoy levying penalties afterwards.
Phoenix:
(Argh... Well, I don't.)
Judge:
Hmm. It seems the reason why the body was moved will remain a mystery.
Phoenix:
No, Your Magistry. I believe I can explain why!
Leads back to:
"I believe stabbing Acolyte Zeh'lot's body with the dagger and moving it to the plaza was..."
To make it look like a serial murder
Leads to:
"It was an attempt to make my client look like a serial killer."
Phoenix:
It was an attempt to make my client look like a serial killer. That's right! The real killer planned all of this. This forged serial murder case!
Judge:
They did?!
Maya:
That's it, Nick! Keep hammering away!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Your reasoning has more holes in it than that cheese you foreigners so enjoy.
Phoenix:
What...?
Nahyuta:
Like those putrid, hole-riddled clumps of curds that only a rat like you could love... ...your reasoning, much like your putrid, hole-riddled brain, has putrefied.
Phoenix:
(What's his deal with things going putrid...?)
Nahyuta:
You have yet to overturn my argument that the accused is the killer. A careful analysis of the chain of events up to the killing exposes the truth as follows: Disguised as Lady Kee'ra, the accused found the rebel hideout the day before the rite. But Acolyte Zeh'lot had followed her there after noticing her suspicious behavior. Caught by surprise, she pushed the stone slab toward him... and we know the rest.
Maya:
I-I've never been to the rebel hideout in my life!
Nahyuta:
When the high priest arrived at the sanctum the next day, he realized what she had done. That is when the accused murdered him in order to silence him.
Judge:
Hmm... I believe Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has posed a compelling scenario. The defense, on the other hand, has yet to disprove the accused's guilt.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why would my client move Acolyte Zeh'lot's body to where everyone could see it? And why would she stab the dagger with her fingerprints into his dead body? She had no reason to do any of those things!
Nahyuta:
The dagger in his corpse was likely a warning to the rebels. Something along the lines of "Lady Kee'ra will slay the Defiant Dragons."
Judge:
So that is why she moved the body to the plaza for all to see...
Phoenix:
(Now he has the judge convinced, too?! I thought I'd finally made some headway!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? About time for one of your groans of distress, is it not?
Phoenix:
("G-Groan of distress"...? It kills me to admit this, but I've got nothing to counter his argument with. And I still haven't disproven the allegations 
against Maya.)
Judge:
Is it not time to end your futile struggle? You were already judged guilty yesterday. That makes you a dead lawyer walking. Accept the death that now awaits you, and in doing so, finally know peace.
Nahyuta:
A dead lawyer walking, indeed... Then again, are not all lawyers who practice in Khura'in? But I must admit, I misspoke earlier. Allow me to amend my statement. I had said the defense's reasoning had a putrid, cheese-like smell... ...but I now realize the stench was from his own putrid body, on the verge of death.
Phoenix:
(Now I'm a rotting zombie... Think... Who could've killed Zeh'lot the day before the rite? Who knew about the rebel hideout, and could gain access to the Inner Sanctum?)
Maya:
Hmm... Only those involved with the rite can enter the sanctum, so... 
Phoenix:
...Wait a second! (Only a rebel would've known about the secret hideout. And the only person who was involved with the rite, had access to the sanctum... ...and was suspected of being a rebel is...) Ahhhhhhhhh!
Maya:
Did somebody come to mind?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes... Except there's one huge problem.
Maya:
A huge problem?
Nahyuta:
What are you two going on about? Plotting your escape from this sacred hall? I would not put it past you, considering you have no means to raise further objection.
Phoenix:
(If I don't do something, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi will have this one in the bag. I'll just have to bluff my way out of this, regardless of that huge problem.) Your Magistry, I believe there is another suspect in Puhray Zeh'lot's murder!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Even the most benevolent Holy Mother would not forgive such a desperate lie. After all, you know very well that such a person does not exist.
Phoenix:
N-No, there is one person who knew everything!
Judge:
D-Does such a figure truly exist?! Tell us, who might that be?
Phoenix:
I believe the prime suspect in Acolyte Zeh'lot's murder is...!
Present Tahrust Inmee profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"It had to be someone allowed to enter the sanctum, and who knew of the hideout."
Present Maya Fey profile
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The prime suspect in Acolyte Zeh'lot's murder is my client, Maya Fey!
Maya:
Wh... Whaaaaaaaat?! Wh-Why would you say such a thing, Nick?!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry, Maya. I had to say something, and I guess I just panicked.
Judge:
I pity the accused or being saddled with such a rash lawyer.
Maya:
Jeez! This is all your fault, Nick!
Phoenix:
D-Don't worry, Maya! I'll get it right this time!
Judge:
If you fail to give a serious answer this time, I will personally put a muzzle on you. Now, who is this new suspect you believe to have killed the victim?
Leads back to:
"I believe the prime suspect in Acolyte Zeh'lot's murder is...!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Nahyuta:
Do you truly believe that person to be the killer?
Judge:
Hmm. I, too, find it hard to believe.
Phoenix:
Ulp... I guess that makes three.
Judge:
Three strikes and you're out, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Argh,  I'd better rethink my strategy... (I'm looking for someone who was allowed to enter the sanctum and knew of the hideout. Such a person could very well have killed Zeh'lot!) 
Judge:
If you fail to give a serious answer this time, I will personally put a muzzle on you. Now, who is this new suspect you believe to have killed the victim?
Leads back to:
"I believe the prime suspect in Acolyte Zeh'lot's murder is...!"
Phoenix:
It had to be someone allowed to enter the sanctum, and who knew of the hideout. And that would be... the high priest. He could've committed the crime if it occurred the day before the rite!
Nahyuta:
You would pin a crime upon the dead, knowing very well they tell no tales? Have you no shame!
Phoenix:
(Dead men tell no tales... That is definitely a problem. If only the high priest could tell his side of the story.)
Maya:
...Umm. Hmm... ...Wh-What? Do I have something on my face?
Phoenix:
...Wait a second! (Could this actually work?!)
Maya:
Oh, no! Don't tell me I have some of my breakfast caught between my teeth!
Phoenix:
(No, if there's even the slightest possibility, I'll have to go with it!) Your Magistry! Dead men DO tell tales! Therefore, I would like to request the high priest's testimony!
Judge:
His... testimony?! And just how do you propose we get the deceased to testify?
Phoenix:
There's a way for the dead to testify!  It's known as...!
Divination Séance
Phoenix:
All we have to do is have another Divination Séance with the high priest's spirit!
Nahyuta:
We already conducted a Séance with his spirit during the previous trial.What do you possibly hope to gain from another one?
Phoenix:
Oh, right...
Judge:
Speak of that sacred ritual needlessly, defense, and reap the consequences.
Phoenix:
(How could we get a dead man to tell his tale? Ah!  I wonder if Maya could...!) Your Magistry! There IS a way for the high priest to testify.
Leads to:
"Summon him here by means of spirit channeling!"
Channeling
Leads to:
"Summon him here by means of spirit channeling!"
Phoenix:
Summon him here by means of spirit channeling!
Judge:
Wh-What did you just say?!
Gallery:
Spirit channeling? Has this lawyer finally gone insane?!This is sacrilege! May the Holy Mother strike him down!
Judge:
Peace! I am frankly astonished you even know of such a thing. But spirit channeling is a secret art that only Her Eminence Queen Ga'ran can perform. And Her Eminence is far too busy with other duties to perform it at our pleasure.
Phoenix:
(I suspected as much. That means our only hope is...)
Maya:
..................... ...It's okay, Nick. You can tell them.
Phoenix:
But, Maya...! I thought you wanted to keep it a secret here in Khura'in.
Maya:
Don't worry. It's not like it's against the law or violates some religious precepts, so... ...I don't think we'll be punished. At least, I hope not.
Phoenix:
But this is a crucial period for you. It'll decide whether you become master of Kurain.
Maya:
We don't have any other choice, now do we? If I'm found guilty, it'll be a lot worse than not becoming master of Kurain.
Phoenix:
...All right. Thanks, Maya. Actually, there is someone here who is capable of channeling spirits.
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
But even Her Benevolence Princess Rayfa finds the Divination Séance to be a challenge. Who could possibly have greater spiritual power than she, aside from the queen?!
Maya:
Th-That... That would be... me.
Gallery:
Is this some sort of a joke? A foreigner could not possibly have such power!Even the royal priestess is incapable of such a feat!
Judge:
Peace! Peace, I say! ...Is this true? Is the accused capable of performing the secret art of spirit channeling?
Maya:
Umm...  well...  yes. Yes, I can.
Phoenix:
Now, Your Magistry, we'd like your permission to begin!
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Phoenix:
Y-Your Benevolence!
Rayfa:
This is an outrage! An outrage, I say! First, you make a mockery of the Divination Séance, and now, spirit channeling?!
Gallery:
Her Benevolence speaks the truth! Spirit channeling is a sacred rite!Foreign devils! I say they should be put to death immediately!
Rayfa:
Still your voices! Barbed Head, spirit channeling is a most sacred and secret of arts. Are you prepared to face the consequences of what you propose?
Phoenix:
Yes, I am.
Judge:
...Your Benevolence, are you saying you approve of their use of spirit channeling?
Rayfa:
I will judge whether their claim is true. If this is but another of their lies, they shall be executed on the spot!
Judge:
Very well, then! Umm... Your Benevolence? What if the accused accidentally calls forth an evil spirit?
Rayfa:
Do you truly believe this foreigner is capable of channeling spirits?
Judge:
Oh, umm...  no, but I wanted to be sure, as I am responsible for the safety of all present.
Rayfa:
Well, an inexperienced practitioner could inadvertently call forth a dangerous spirit. But do not fear, for I have a Magatama of Parting. With it, I can send spirits back to the Twilight Realm by halting the flow of spiritual power.
Judge:
...Th-That is a relief, indeed.
Rayfa:
These foreigners have thrown down the gauntlet. Let us not shirk from their challenge! We must prove them guilty and deliver their last rites! Do I make myself clear, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
Perfectly, Your Benevolence.
Judge:
Very well, the accused may channel the high priest's spirit. But first, we must take a short recess to prepare. We will resume as soon as the preparations are complete. Until then, this court is adjourned!
To Be Continued
May 12High Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Phoenix:
Sorry, Maya, but this was the only way. You sure you're up for this?
Maya:
Thanks for believing in me, Nick. Even though I don't know if my channeling ability is on point yet...
Phoenix:
(Oh, right... Before she started training here, her success rate was only about thirty percent.) I know you can do it, Maya. (At least, I hope she can!) So you sure you're ready?
Maya:
Yeah, at least I think so.
Phoenix:
You don't sound so confident. What about all your training?
Maya:
Training's one thing. Actually doing it is another!
Phoenix:
Oh, I see... (Uh, oh... If she fails to channel the high priest, we're 
as good as dead.)
Maya:
Relax, Nick! You can count on me! I'll show you what my training's done for me! This will be a moment you never forget!
Phoenix:
O-Okay... (I just hope it's unforgettable in a good way.)
Maya:
Once we hear Abbot Inmee's story, I'm sure the truth will come to light!
Phoenix:
I hope so, but he was hiding the fact that he was a rebel, so... ...I doubt it'll be as cut-and-dried as all that.
Bailiff:
They are ready for you. Please return to the Hall of Justice at once.
Phoenix:
Okay, Maya, 'm counting on you!
Maya:
You got it! Here we go!
May 12High Court of Khura'in
Judge:
We have received official approval for the accused to channel a spirit here today. Now, if you will, Ms. Fey, please proceed.
Maya:
...Yes, Your Magistry.
Gallery:
I can't believe this! Only the queen should channel spirits!Execute them! Put them to death right now! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death!
Phoenix:
(C'mon, Maya! I'm counting on you!)
Maya:
........................ I have been studying here in Khura'in for two years now... ...so that one day, I will be the master of Kurain, a village of spirit mediums back home. But first, I shall show you all the fruits of my training in your kingdom.
Phoenix:
(Wow,  she seems really confident.)
Rayfa:
Hmph. A neophyte practitioner such as you could not possibly channel a spirit.
Maya:
Okay, Your Benevolence, how about this? If I succeed, will you stop calling me a neophyte?
Rayfa:
Very well. ...IF you succeed.
Maya:
Oh, I will. Just you watch! O spirit of Tahrust Inmee, slumbering in the Twilight Realm... Return now... to the world of the living!
Tahrust:
Hrrm? What is this place?
Judge:
Oh, my!
Rayfa:
N-No...! Th-This cannot be!
Nahyuta:
P-Pohlkunkaaa!
Gallery:
...I-It's the high priest! The accused really can channel spirits!I don't believe it... The accused's spiritual power is the real deal!
Phoenix:
(Go, Maya!)
Rayfa:
I do not understand... This cannot be... This simply cannot be...! ...I-I--! I must step out now before I forget myself!
Judge:
Abbot Inmee!
Tahrust:
...Would this be the Twilight Realm? And what of this luxurious mane of hair...? Is it perhaps a gift from the Holy Mother, for decades of faithful service?!
Judge:
A... Abbot Inmee?
Tahrust:
My! But if it isn't His Magistry. Have you, too, shuffled off that mortal coil?
Judge:
Please, do not count me among the dead. It is only you who has passed on. But the spirit medium, Maya Fey, has brought you back among us today!
Tahrust:
Wh-Why... Acolyte Fey has mastered the secret art of spirit channeling?! I suppose that explains these gorgeous locks.
Judge:
When I pass from this world, I, too, hope to be channeled with a full head of hair!
Tahrust:
Though it be for the briefest of moments, I give thanks for this splendid coiffure. ...Praise be to the Holy Mother! However, this kimono is a bit too snug for my tastes. ...If you would excuse me! There, that is better.
Phoenix:
Umm... Could we get to his testimony now? (And I wish he'd kept his top on!)
Tahrust:
Hrrm? Why, you are that foreign lawyer the people speak of as of late. And is this not the Hall of Justice? Why have I been summoned here?
Judge:
Forgive us for calling you back from your eternal rest... ...but you have been accused of murder. Might we ask you to testify on your own behalf?
Tahrust:
...I have been accused of murder? That is troubling, indeed.
Phoenix:
AAAAAH! Wh-What's with that crazy pose?!
Tahrust:
Is this really cause for such astonishment? Even the lowliest of monks can achieve such body control with the proper training.
Phoenix:
(Oh...  I wonder if Ahlbi will be able to do that someday.)
Judge:
Will the defense please explain the situation to the high priest?
Phoenix:
I'd be happy to. Your disciple, Puhray Zeh'lot, has been murdered. It happened on the day before the Purification Rite. And the crime occurred in the rebel hideout hidden within the Inner Sanctum.
Tahrust:
A-Acolyte Zeh'lot? He has been killed? ...Who would do such a thing?
Phoenix:
Someone who knew of the hideout, and had access to the Inner Sanctum... In other words, YOU, Abbot Inmee. After all, weren't you secretly a rebel?
Tahrust:
..................
Phoenix:
(Oh dear... That's still Maya's body...I hope he doesn't break anything.)
Tahrust:
Hrrrmph. .....................
Gallery:
Wow! The high priest is amazing!To think he had mastered such an advanced prayer pose!He's still worthy of our veneration, even if he IS a rebel!Praise be to the Holy Mother! Praise be to the Holy Mother!
Tahrust:
Oh, my. Have my rebel allegiances been exposed? Not even my wife knew of that. It seems to rest in peace is not my fate.
Phoenix:
Why did you, a devout priest of Khura'inism, join the rebellion?
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
The high priest has come back to us for but a brief time, defense. Shall we not cut to the chase, and ask the most pressing of questions?
Phoenix:
...Oh, right!
Nahyuta:
Abbot Inmee, the prosecution believes the one who slew both you and Acolyte Zeh'lot... ...to be Maya Fey, who had been playing the role of Lady Kee'ra in the rite.
Tahrust:
Hrrm. Being that I was dead until just a moment ago... ...my memory is a bit hazy.
Nahyuta:
Could you please do your best to remember?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The high priest says his memory is hazy!
Tahrust:
...HRRMMMMMM! It is all coming back to me. It is as Prosecutor Sahdmadhi concluded. I was slain by none other than Maya Fey.
Nahyuta:
The high priest's statement has proven my assertions with regards to his murder correct.
Phoenix:
NOOOOOOOOO! B-But what about Acolyte Zeh'lot?! You were the one who killed him, weren't you?
Tahrust:
Hrrmm...? I know naught about my disciple's murder. Furthermore, I have an alibi of my own.
Phoenix:
An alibi?! Seriously?!
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha! It seems the testimony the defense had been hoping for is working against him. Now Abbot Inmee, your testimony, if you please.
Tahrust:
Yes, yes of course.
Witness Testimony-- I Have an Alibi --
Tahrust:
I have an ironclad alibi for the time during which the murder took place.
Just past noon on the day before the rite, I was entertaining guests at my home.
And I believe my guests can corroborate this.
Phoenix:
You had guests? (Just past noon... That's right about the time Zeh'lot was murdered!) Are you sure about that?
Tahrust:
Absolutely.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, Rayfa told me about a spirit's memory...)
Rayfa:
A spirit's memory is cut off at the moment of death.
Phoenix:
So even a spirit that is brought back after centuries doesn't sense any gap in time... ...between the moment of its death, and the moment it is channeled?
Rayfa:
Yes, and yet, it clearly recalls all of the memories it had in life.
Phoenix:
(The high priest seems to know exactly what he's talking about. So, the question is, what would be the best angle of attack?)
Cross-Examination-- I Have an Alibi --
Tahrust:
I have an ironclad alibi for the time during which the murder took place.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You used the word alibi as if it were second nature.
Tahrust:
Hrrrmmm... Are you, perhaps, mocking me? Or is it, perhaps, the Kingdom of Khura'in itself you wish to ridicule?
Gallery:
C'mon! Everyone and their grandma knows what alibi means!We're not a bunch of country bumpkins here! We have plenty of courtroom dramas on TV!
Judge:
Peace, peace! Peace, I say! Mr. Wright, would you care to clarify your last statement?
Phoenix:
P-Please! Don't take it the wrong way! It's just, alibi is a rather technical term for a priest to use so naturally.
Tahrust:
I assure you, I know how to use the term. In fact, I had even hoped for a chance to do so one day. I suppose that even I, a high priest, am not immune to such trivial worldly attachments.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, I see... (Still, he seems unusually calm and composed. It's almost as if he had prepped himself for something like this...)
Tahrust:
Just past noon on the day before the rite, I was entertaining guests at my home. 
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Guests...? And you were entertaining them personally?
Tahrust:
That I was. We gathered around the table for a most enjoyable conversation.
Phoenix:
(He said his guests could corroborate his alibi. That can't be good for our case.)
Phoenix:
Are you sure that was the same day as the murder? Maybe you've misremembered.
Tahrust:
KAAAAAAAH! Do not doubt my mnemonic faculties! I may have died, but my memories up to that point are crystal clear!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry...  (...He's pretty thin-skinned for a priest. Though, I guess I should've known better than to doubt his memory...)
Rayfa:
A spirit's memory is cut off at the moment of death.
Phoenix:
So even a spirit that is brought back after centuries doesn't sense any gap in time... ...between the moment of its death, and the moment it is channeled?
Rayfa:
Yes, and yet, it clearly recalls all of the memories it had in life.
Tahrust:
Ahh... There's nothing better than enjoying gingihl cuisine with dear friends. That way, everyone's breath becomes equally malodorous!
Phoenix:
Right...
Tahrust:
And I believe my guests can corroborate this.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And who exactly were your guests that day? Don't tell me they were rebels, so they can't be called here to testify...
Tahrust:
It was none other than His Magistry, along with his family. He couldn't attend the rite due to work, so he stopped by ahead of time. My my, how his daughter has grown.
Phoenix:
...Wait a second.
Judge:
Let me set the record straight right now. I am NOT a rebel. Thank you for that wonderful meal, Abbot Inmee. Lady Inmee's cooking simply cannot be beat!
Tahrust:
...So there you have it.
Phoenix:
When exactly was His Magistry at your home?
Tahrust:
He was there from 2 PM to 3 PM. Indeed, precisely the time period within which Acolyte Zeh'lot was slain.
Judge:
Yes, and we had a rousing chat concerning the game of Kachu'demahl.
Phoenix:
B-But...!
Judge:
I'll just have that added to the testimony. After all, it was I who visited the high priest's home.
Add statement:
"My guests that day were His Magistry and his family. They visited from 2 PM to 3 PM."
Tahrust:
My guests that day were His Magistry and his family. They visited from 2 PM to 3 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Y-Your Magistry, are you sure this testimony is completely accurate?
Judge:
As sure as sure can be! Oh, how wonderful it is to finally have my actions be admissible as evidence in court!
Tahrust:
His Magistry was at my home during the exact time period of the murder. Come, let us put this behind us. I could not have possibly committed this crime.
Phoenix:
How can you be so sure? What if the clock or watch you were using was off, or you misread the time?
Judge:
There was a clock right near the table, and it had the exact same time as my watch.
Tahrust:
Now do you understand, lawyer?
Phoenix:
How am I going to attack his alibi? Maya, what do you... Oh, right... She's kind of busy right now.
Tahrust:
What? Is there something on my face? Hrrrmm?
Phoenix:
N-No, not at all! (I'll just have to start chipping away at that statement about his alibi.)
After pressing all statements:
Tahrust:
As you can see, my alibi is airtight. Or do you still think I could have killed Acolyte Zeh'lot?
Phoenix:
Argh...! (His Magistry's a witness?!)
Nahyuta:
Are you satisfied now? There is not a single discrepancy in Abbot Inmee's alibi.
Phoenix:
(I-If I give up now, it's all over!) N-Now hold on a second! (Is there something, ANYTHING wrong with the high priest's testimony?)
There is
Leads to:
"There IS a discrepancy in the high priest's testimony!"
There isn't
Phoenix:
Wait... Never mind.
Nahyuta:
I thought as much. After all, there can be no killer other than the accused.
Judge:
Indeed. And therefore, I see no need to continue these proceedings.
Phoenix:
(Do I really want to give up now? If I do, Maya will be found guilty. Was there really not a single thing wrong with the high priest's testimony?) Please, Your Magistry, wait.
Leads to:
"There IS a discrepancy in the high priest's testimony!"
Phoenix:
There IS a discrepancy in the high priest's testimony!
Judge:
There is? Well then, perhaps you could explain what it might be.
Phoenix:
This is what was wrong with his testimony.
The prayer feast was short
Phoenix:
The meal was too short to be a Feast of Blessings celebration.
Nahyuta:
The length of the feast is of no consequence. Besides, Lady Inmee's testimony regarding the feast was the same as her husband's. Or would you suggest Abbot Inmee and his wife are lying?
Judge:
Hmm. I see no problem as you allege.
Phoenix:
Oops... I guess I'm wrong then.
Judge:
It seems there is nothing wrong with Abbot Inmee's testimony.
Phoenix:
I beg to differ. There IS a problem! A big one!
Leads back to:
"This is what was wrong with his testimony."
He's too friendly with the judge
Phoenix:
He's way too friendly with you, Your Magistry. Are you two perhaps, more than just friends?
Judge:
M-M-Mr. Wright! What on earth are you suggesting?!
Phoenix:
You seem awfully flustered, Your Magistry.  That seems kind of suspicious.
Tahrust:
You are free to think anything you like about our relationship. But it has nothing to do with the case at hand.
Judge:
I concur! Now, I believe you know what comes next.
Phoenix:
Guess I got a little carried away there...)
Judge:
It seems there is nothing wrong with Abbot Inmee's testimony.
Phoenix:
I beg to differ. There IS a problem! A big one!
Leads back to:
"This is what was wrong with his testimony."
He knew the time of the crime
Leads to:
"After Abbot Inmee was channeled..."
Phoenix:
After Abbot Inmee was channeled... ...no one ever stated what time Acolyte Zeh'lot was murdered!
Judge:
N-Now that you mention it...!
Phoenix:
Despite that, you claim to have an alibi from 2 PM to 3 PM. That means you knew that Acolyte Zeh'lot was dead... ...when you were still alive!
Tahrust:
Haaargh!
Phoenix:
(Wait... I think I saw something just now... No, I must be imagining things.) So, tell me, how did you know what time the crime had been committed?
Tahrust:
Ummm... About that... Hrrrmmmmmm... HRRRRNH! ...Open your heart! Let the Holy Mother in!
Judge:
Wh-Why! We've been blessed with the high priest's sacred words of prayer!
Tahrust:
All who serve Her Holiness must strive to banish worldly desires from their soul! Open your heart! Let the Holy Mother in! Purge your mind of greed and bias!
Judge:
I feel as if my very soul has been cleansed!
Phoenix:
You can't fool me! Prayer may banish worldly desires, but it can't make a contradiction disappear!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
How can you be so sure?
Phoenix:
(What's that supposed to mean?)
Nahyuta:
This lawyer seems to think little of the power of Khura'inist prayer.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Abbot Inmee was at home during the crime, but knew of what happened at the hideout. I believe this can be explained thusly... He must have had a way to monitor the hideout from his home.
Phoenix:
What?!
Tahrust:
..................  Y-You never cease to amaze, Prosecutor. As he has surmised, there was a listening device installed at the hideout. It enabled me to instantly learn of anything unusual, even when I was not there.
Nahyuta:
Remember, the rebels had been using this as a top-secret hideout. It would be perfectly natural for them to install such an apparatus.
Phoenix:
(Wait, come to think of it, when I was searching the rebel hideout...)
Phoenix:
Hm? (There's something under the banner. A microphone? What's this doing here? Was someone trying to record something with it?)
Phoenix:
(That was a listening device...?)
Tahrust:
It starts recording whenever it detects movement. And I heard just such a recording after His Magistry and his family left. If you look in the desk in my study, you will find the tape in question.
Judge:
All right, then... Bailiff!
Bailiff:
Yes, Your Magistry!
Judge:
Go retrieve the tape in question from the high priest's home.
Bailiff:
At once, Your Magistry!
Nahyuta:
The power of Khura'inist prayer... Even a putrid brain such as yours should understand it now.
Phoenix:
(It's like the contradiction really did vanish.)
Judge:
We shall ascertain the content of the recording once we have the tape. In the meantime, I would ask Abbot Inmee to continue with his testimony.
Tahrust:
Very well.
Witness Testimony-- I Heard Everything --
Tahrust:
I was entertaining His Magistry and his family when the crime occurred.
When I listened to the tape later, I heard a man and a woman quarreling.
It sounded like an altercation between Acolyte Zeh'lot and Acolyte Fey.
After that, there was a loud noise, followed by haunting silence.
Phoenix:
(I have to find some way to attack his alibi. If only Maya were here... She has a way of putting me at ease. But seeing her like this is only creeping me out!)
Nahyuta:
Though the high priest was a rebel, he was still a Khura'inist holy man. Therefore, take care in your questioning, lest you invoke the ire of our people.
Gallery:
How dare he suspect the high priest! May the Holy Mother strike him blind.
Phoenix:
(As if this wasn't hard enough already...) Nice try, but I'll stop at nothing to find the truth!
Cross-Examination-- I Heard Everything --
Tahrust:
I was entertaining His Magistry and his family when the crime occurred.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You were entertaining His Magistry and his family during the crime?
Tahrust:
Indeed. My wife Beh'leeb was treating them to her wonderful home cooking.
Phoenix:
Your wife was there that day?
Tahrust:
Why yes. She was in the kitchen cooking up a storm the entire time.
Judge: 
Come to think of it, I don't think I saw her at all that day.
Tahrust:
She takes her culinary duties most seriously, you see. That is why she was in the kitchen cooking without pause the entire day.
Phoenix:
(So, the judge never saw Mrs. Inmee? Should I have Abbot Inmee add that statement to his testimony?)
Have him add it
Phoenix:
Please add that statement to your testimony.
Tahrust:
As you wish!
Adds statement "My wife Beh'leeb was in the kitchen cooking the entire time."
Leave it alone
Phoenix:
(I doubt Mrs. Inmee has anything to do with this case.) Please continue with your testimony, Abbot Inmee.
Tahrust:
After His Magistry left, I listened to the tape recorded via the listening device.
Leads back to cross-examination
Tahrust:
My wife Beh'leeb was in the kitchen cooking the entire time.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What was your wife making that day?
Tahrust:
The menu that day featured "hahtin'supaise" and "mehl'tenmoht". They are both traditional Khura'inese dishes.
Phoenix:
(I can't even begin to imagine what those are...)
Judge: 
Ahhhh, yes! The exquisite zest of hahtin'supaise and the supreme texture of mehl'tenmoht! Lady Inmee's cooking that day was utterly unforgettable!
Tahrust:
Thank you! It brings me great joy to know you enjoyed your meal. Now, once His Magistry and his family had left...
After pressing all other statements
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright. Do you still feel the need to question the high priest? His alibi is as tight as tight can be.
Phoenix:
(This isn't going so well. I'd better ask him about something else.) ...I'm curious, Abbot Inmee. Did you stop by the rebel hideout after His Magistry left?
Tahrust:
...Yes. I thought it would be wise to assess the situation. But as I said before, there was nothing to see. The hideout appeared as it always had.
Phoenix:
And the victim's body...?
Tahrust:
It was nowhere to be found. Acolyte Fey must have already disposed of it, and anything else incriminating.
Phoenix:
So,  when you saw the rebel hideout... ...it looked like it does in this photo?
Tahrust:
Hrrm... Yes, I would say that is how it appeared that day.
Phoenix:
(So the stone slab had been put back in place...)
Rebel Hideout Photo updated in Court Record.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Is it not time to concede defeat?
Phoenix:
N-No, wait! I need just a little more time!
Judge:
Hmm. If you insist...
Tahrust:
When I listened to the tape later, I heard a man and a woman quarreling.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You heard everything from a recording?
Tahrust:
Indeed! Each night, I would secretly check what the listening device had recorded. I would've been in serious trouble with my lovely wife had she discovered my secret.
Phoenix:
Can you really tell what happened by the audio alone?
Tahrust:
Long years of ascetic training have sharpened my hearing. It is but a simple matter for me to ascertain a situation by the sounds I hear.
Phoenix:
P-Practicing Khura'inism improves your hearing?
Tahrust:
Hearing is but one of the senses it can improve. If one can focus and attain inner peace, all five senses can be sharpened. ...Why, the warbaa'd over in the bazaar just cried. Did you not hear it?
Phoenix:
(Gimme a break...)
After pressing all other statements
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright. Do you still feel the need to question the high priest? His alibi is as tight as tight can be.
Phoenix:
(This isn't going so well. I'd better ask him about something else.) ...I'm curious, Abbot Inmee. Did you stop by the rebel hideout after His Magistry left?
Tahrust:
...Yes. I thought it would be wise to assess the situation. But as I said before, there was nothing to see. The hideout appeared as it always had.
Phoenix:
And the victim's body...?
Tahrust:
It was nowhere to be found. Acolyte Fey must have already disposed of it, and anything else incriminating.
Phoenix:
So,  when you saw the rebel hideout... ...it looked like it does in this photo?
Tahrust:
Hrrm... Yes, I would say that is how it appeared that day.
Phoenix:
(So the stone slab had been put back in place...)
Rebel Hideout Photo updated in Court Record.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Is it not time to concede defeat?
Phoenix:
N-No, wait! I need just a little more time!
Judge:
Hmm. If you insist...
Tahrust:
It sounded like an altercation between Acolyte Zeh'lot and Acolyte Fey.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hold on. Are you sure about those voices? Was it really Acolyte Zeh'lot and Ms. Fey?
Tahrust:
I'd say that was the most reasonable conclusion under the circumstances. Or perhaps Acolyte Fey has an alibi that you can prove?
Phoenix:
Umm... I-I'm afraid not.
Tahrust:
Then I suggest you make like a mollusk, and clam up! Now, I will continue my testimony if I may.
After pressing all other statements
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright. Do you still feel the need to question the high priest? His alibi is as tight as tight can be.
Phoenix:
(This isn't going so well. I'd better ask him about something else.) ...I'm curious, Abbot Inmee. Did you stop by the rebel hideout after His Magistry left?
Tahrust:
...Yes. I thought it would be wise to assess the situation. But as I said before, there was nothing to see. The hideout appeared as it always had.
Phoenix:
And the victim's body...?
Tahrust:
It was nowhere to be found. Acolyte Fey must have already disposed of it, and anything else incriminating.
Phoenix:
So,  when you saw the rebel hideout... ...it looked like it does in this photo?
Tahrust:
Hrrm... Yes, I would say that is how it appeared that day.
Phoenix:
(So the stone slab had been put back in place...)
Rebel Hideout Photo updated in Court Record.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Is it not time to concede defeat?
Phoenix:
N-No, wait! I need just a little more time!
Judge:
Hmm. If you insist...
Tahrust:
After that, there was a loud noise, followed by haunting silence.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
A loud noise? I'd say that's worth looking into.
Tahrust:
It was a terrible crashing sound. Poor Acolyte Zeh'lot...  It must have felt so heavy.
Phoenix:
(It must've been the sound of that stone slab falling over.) (Should I have him add that statement to his testimony?)
Have him add it
Phoenix:
Please add that statement to your testimony.
Tahrust:
As you wish.
Adds statement "I would describe the noise as a terrible crash. Poor Zeh'lot... It must have felt so heavy."
Leave it alone
Phoenix:
(It's probably not that important.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Tahrust:
I would describe the noise as a terrible crash. Poor Zeh'lot... It must have felt so heavy.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You believe that terrible crash is connected to Acolyte Zeh'lot's death?
Tahrust:
Yes, the sound, no doubt, was poor Zeh'lot's death knell. Such a tragedy, for he was a fine disciple. I would ask all here today to give a prayer for his departed soul. Zuh'shiray matahmee yomah!
Gallery:
Zuh'shiray matahmee yomah! Zuh'shiray matahmee yomah!
Judge: 
I had high hopes for that young man's future. Zuh'shiray matahmee yomah.
Phoenix:
(Why do I feel like such a jerk for just trying to do my job right now...?)
After pressing all other statements
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright. Do you still feel the need to question the high priest? His alibi is as tight as tight can be.
Phoenix:
(This isn't going so well. I'd better ask him about something else.) ...I'm curious, Abbot Inmee. Did you stop by the rebel hideout after His Magistry left?
Tahrust:
...Yes. I thought it would be wise to assess the situation. But as I said before, there was nothing to see. The hideout appeared as it always had.
Phoenix:
And the victim's body...?
Tahrust:
It was nowhere to be found. Acolyte Fey must have already disposed of it, and anything else incriminating.
Phoenix:
So,  when you saw the rebel hideout... ...it looked like it does in this photo?
Tahrust:
Hrrm... Yes, I would say that is how it appeared that day.
Phoenix:
(So the stone slab had been put back in place...)
Rebel Hideout Photo updated in Court Record.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Is it not time to concede defeat?
Phoenix:
N-No, wait! I need just a little more time!
Judge:
Hmm. If you insist...
Present Rebel Hideout Photo (after pressing all statements)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Abbot Inmee, you said, and I quote:"
Before pressing all statements
Phoenix:
(So, all he knows about the crime is what he heard on the tape? And he was with His Magistry and his family at the time.)
Tahrust:
Now that I have proven the soundness of my alibi... ...I believe it is about time for me to return to the Twilight Realm.
Phoenix:
Wh-What's the rush? Why not enjoy some more time among the living?! (I better find a way to attack his alibi soon. I'll just have to press harder and hope something useful comes out.)
After pressing all statements
Phoenix:
(I doubt there's much more testimony I could wring out of him by pressing. And I can tell the judge is growing impatient. There have been some changes in both the testimony and the evidence. That means there could very well be an inconsistency somewhere. I've got to find it -- before he returns to the Twilight Realm!)
Phoenix:
Abbot Inmee, you said, and I quote: "Poor Zeh'lot... It must have felt so heavy."
Tahrust:
..................
Phoenix:
Why do you think he felt something heavy? You said the hideout looked like it did in this photo. If so, there's nothing that would lead you to believe he had experienced a heavy feeling.
Tahrust:
..................
Phoenix:
The fact is, of course, a stone slab did fall over onto Acolyte Zeh'lot... ...impaling him on the warbaa'd statue behind him. But that was only revealed through Her Benevolence's Divination Séance earlier.
Judge:
Hmm. Would the defense please get to the point?
Phoenix:
My point is, simply hearing a crashing sound... ...shouldn't have automatically led him to conclude the victim was crushed to death.
Judge:
I still don't see your point.
Phoenix:
I'm saying that the high priest knew. He knew how the victim was really killed!
Judge:
Why...!
Phoenix:
And that is information only the real killer could've known!
Tahrust:
!
Phoenix:
(I-I definitely saw it that time! I've got the high priest's spirit shaking in his boots -- or should I say, sandals!)
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Need I remind you Abbot Inmee was with His Magistry at the time of the crime. Such an alibi precludes him from being the killer!
Phoenix:
(That's true. So he can't be the killer. However, he knew how Zeh'lot was killed -- something only the killer could know. Can this discrepancy be resolved somehow?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright?! We're waiting for an explanation!
Phoenix:
...I was just getting to that. (Time to think of something quick!) The high priest knew something only the killer could've known because...
He heard it during the trial
Phoenix:
He heard it during this trial.
Judge:
How could that be? The true cause of death came to light before Abbot Inmee came back to this world.
Phoenix:
Oh... Umm, well then maybe...
Judge:
Let me stop you right there before you waste any more time with your inane excuses.
Phoenix:
(Guess I couldn't have wiggle my way out of that one.)
Judge:
If you're going to make such a bold claim, I insist you back it up.
Phoenix:
Don't worry, I'm going to do just that.
Leads back to:
"The high priest knew something only the killer could've known because..."
He inferred it after the fact
Phoenix:
Maybe he figured it out later. After all, we figured it out. He could have, too!
Tahrust:
W-Why, yes, it is as the lawyer says.
Judge:
Hmm. You are stating the obvious... and negating your own point, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... Oops? L-Let's pretend that never happened!
Judge:
Then you shouldn't have brought it up in the first place!
Phoenix:
(Urk! Now I'm really on His Magistry's bad side.)
Judge:
If you're going to make such a bold claim, I insist you back it up.
Phoenix:
Don't worry, I'm going to do just that.
Leads back to:
"The high priest knew something only the killer could've known because..."
He heard it from the real culprit
Leads to:
"He must've heard how the victim died from... "
Phoenix:
He must've heard how the victim died from... umm... ...from the real killer!
Tahrust:
Hrrrrrrrrmm? The real killer?
Phoenix:
(Of course! That makes perfect sense. I don't want to believe it, but this is the only possible explanation.)
Judge:
So, tell us! Who is this real killer?!
Phoenix:
(It's gotta be someone close to the high priest... Someone without an alibi... The person most likely to be Zeh'lot's killer is...!)
Present Beh'leeb Inmee profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Your Magistry, while you were visiting the high priest's home.."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is who really killed Puhray Zeh'lot!
Judge:
.....................
Phoenix:
...On second thought, I changed my mind.
Judge:
You are free to change your mind, but that won't change your punishment!
Phoenix:
(That was pretty sloppy. The high priest has an ironclad alibi. But was there someone who didn't?)
Judge:
I expect a serious answer this time, defense. Who do you believe is the real killer?!
Leads back to:
"(The person most likely to be Zeh'lot's killer is...!)"
Phoenix:
Your Magistry, while you were visiting the high priest's home... ...you didn't see Mrs. Inmee at all, did you?
Judge:
No,  I never saw her, but... Wh-What does that have to do with anything?
Phoenix:
Did the high priest ever leave your sight?
Judge:
No, we were talking the entire time. And the food was brought right to the room's entryway.
Phoenix:
So, the high priest has an ironclad alibi. But his wife does not!
Nahyuta:
What the devil are you insinuating?
Phoenix:
I'm insinuating that Mrs. Inmee might have killed Acolyte Zeh'lot!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
You have a lot of nerve, making such a baseless allegation. She had no motive to kill Acolyte Zeh'lot. He was like family to her.
Phoenix:
No... We can't entirely discount the idea. Especially if you consider that... ...Mrs. Inmee could've been the one posing as Lady Kee'ra.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Even a fool must temper his foolishness at times. Or do you truly believe Lady Kee'ra would kill Acolyte Zeh'lot, though he was not a rebel?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
As we all know, the high priest was secretly a rebel! It would follow that his favorite disciple could very well be a rebel, too!
Judge:
A-Are you suggesting that Mrs. Inmee killed her husband, as well?
Phoenix:
As sad as it is to think she'd kill her own husband to rid the kingdom of rebels... ...I don't think we can rule it out.
Tahrust:
Tahrust:
............... KAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
Urk!
Judge:
Yikes!
Tahrust:
You claim my wife is that rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra? And that she slew both Zeh'lot and myself? My lovely wife?! That is utterly impossible! KAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
Urk!
Judge:
Yikes! I have never seen the high priest so angry!
Nahyuta:
It is as Abbot Inmee stated. And the accused has already been found guilty of his murder. It is far too late to overturn it.
Judge:
Th-That's right, Mr. Wright! N-Now apologize to the good priest before he gets angry again! Quickly now!
Phoenix:
No, I'm not going to apologize! The true identity of Lady Kee'ra is a major piece to this trial's puzzle! Admit it, Abbot Inmee -- your wife, Lady Inmee, killed you. Yet even now, you continue to lie in an effort to protect her.
Tahrust:
Tahrust:
How absurd! It appears the lawyer has forgotten. My lovely wife could not possibly battle the rebels in the guise of Lady Kee'ra. For we were blessed by Her Holiness and she is with child! Praise be to the Holy Mother!
Phoenix:
(Ack, I completely forgot about that.)
Tahrust:
That abominable Lady Kee'ra figure who slew me and Acolyte Zeh'lot was the accused!
Phoenix:
(This is bad, but I can't give up now!) D-Don't forget! My client doesn't have the strength to fight rebels, either!
Tahrust:
..................
Phoenix:
How could a weak young woman like her possibly...
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
You foolish oaf of a lawyer. If only you were as blessed as Lady Inmee.
Phoenix:
What?
Nahyuta:
Surely, the accused possesses the strength -- or should I say, the power. ...The power to battle those black-hearted rebels.
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you talking about?
Tahrust:
...My good prosecutor, I see you have come to the same conclusion as I. Such keen insight!
Nahyuta:
Then you have figured it out as well, Abbot Inmee? May I ask you to explain it to this putrid-brained lawyer?
Tahrust:
Certainly. For I cannot allow him to frame my lovely wife for murder! Foreign devil! Your Magistry, allow me to testify as to how Maya Fey is that murderous Lady Kee'ra!
Judge:
W-Well, if it would assuage your anger... ...then by all means, please testify!
Witness Testimony-- Maya Fey is Lady Kee'ra --
Tahrust:
Acolyte Fey channeled Lady Kee'ra's spirit.
She is a spirit medium who knows Lady Kee'ra's true name, so she could have done it.
So, it was the real Lady Kee'ra who returned to root out the rebels among us.
She attacked and killed me with a strength far beyond any mortal woman.
Phoenix:
B-But...
Nahyuta:
Do you understand now? Murder by spirit channeling explains everything. This is the only way the accused could have defeated one rebel after another!
Tahrust:
Indeed, I am a living... or shall I say "dead" proof of her terrible power.
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaagh! (Maya's ability to channel spirits... It's come back to haunt her!)
Nahyuta:
Now, is it not time to let it go, and move on, defense?
Phoenix:
No, never! I'll never give up! (Now what? Think, think...! How can I prove that Maya couldn't have channeled Lady Kee'ra?!)
Cross-Examination-- Maya Fey is Lady Kee'ra --
Tahrust:
Acolyte Fey channeled Lady Kee'ra's spirit.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
My client channeled Lady Kee'ra? Isn't that a little far-fetched?
Tahrust:
Far-fetched, you say? Why, the very fact that I am here proves she has the power to channel spirits.
Phoenix:
Argh... B-But you've no proof she actually channeled Lady Kee'ra.
Tahrust:
Oh, but I do.
Tahrust:
She is a spirit medium who knows Lady Kee'ra's true name, so she could have done it.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
While it's true she may be capable of channeling Lady Kee'ra... ...I doubt there's any proof she actually did.
Tahrust:
We are talking about the infamous "rebel hunter" here. That modern-day Lady Kee'ra has captured many a rebel all by herself. And among them have been more than a few great warriors.  Who but the real Lady Kee'ra could have accomplished such a feat?
Judge:
...Hmm, it would be difficult for a mere mortal. That leaves the real Lady Kee'ra of legend as the only likely answer.
Tahrust:
Indeed! Is this not proof enough that the real Lady Kee'ra of legend had been channeled?
Phoenix:
(The real Lady Kee'ra of legend. That's an oxymoron if I ever heard one. Then again, the people of Khura'in believe legends to be true.)
Present Tome of Secrets
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The Tome of Secrets is only given to the priestess who performs the Purification Rite."
Tahrust:
So, it was the real Lady Kee'ra who returned to root out the rebels among us.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Lady Kee'ra is an actual person? Do you really believe there ever was a woman that powerful? One capable of battling rebels much bigger and stronger than herself?
Tahrust:
There is no way to prove that. But to doubt the existence of Lady Kee'ra is to doubt Khura'inism itself. It is not for us to question. We must simply believe.
Gallery:
Yeah! How dare you doubt our legends?!You'll regret saying that, you pohlkunan! Lady Kee'ra's gonna strike you down!
Phoenix:
Ulp! (I won't get anywhere until I can refute their claims with some evidence!)
Tahrust:
She attacked and killed me with a strength far beyond any mortal woman.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
A strength far beyond any mortal woman? And just how strong would that be?
Tahrust:
You need but look at the wound she inflicted upon my body. ...Though I had hoped to never have to think about that again.
Phoenix:
Your wound...? (It was pretty deep, and there was a tremendous amount of blood.)
Tahrust:
And while Acolyte Zeh'lot was rather small in stature, he was strong. Nevertheless, he was no match for the sheer strength of Lady Kee'ra.
Phoenix:
(Maya's spirit channeling is proof that she's Lady Kee'ra? This is not good! I'll have to prove she didn't channel the original Lady Kee'ra!)
Phoenix:
The Tome of Secrets is only given to the priestess who performs the Purification Rite. Is this your proof that my client could have channeled Lady Kee'ra?
Tahrust:
Yes, indeed! For it contains the true name of Lady Kee'ra, a secret only revealed within!
Phoenix:
Abbot Inmee... I'm afraid you're mistaken. This couldn't have been used to channel Lady Kee'ra.
Tahrust:
What nonsense?!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright, would you care to explain?
Phoenix:
This is why my client couldn't have channeled Lady Kee'ra!
Present mask
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Lady Kee'ra's face is hidden behind a mask in the Tome of Secrets!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Look right here, and you'll see why she couldn't have channeled Lady Kee'ra!
Nahyuta: What does that have to do with spirit channeling?
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... nothing, as far as I can tell.
Judge:
Well, as far as I can tell, this has everything to do with a penalty.
Phoenix:
(I know the answer's here somewhere. I just need to remember the requirements for spirit channeling.)
Judge:
It seems there can be no doubt that the accused channeled Lady Kee'ra.
Phoenix:
No, she couldn't have!
Leads back to:
"This is why my client couldn't have channeled Lady Kee'ra!"
Phoenix:
Lady Kee'ra's face is hidden behind a mask in the Tome of Secrets! You need both a name and a face to channel a spirit!
Tahrust:
...It can't be!
Phoenix:
Without a face... ...it would've been impossible for my client to channel Lady Kee'ra!
Judge:
Oh, my!
Phoenix:
Therefore, the claim that she became Lady Kee'ra by means of spirit channeling... ...is patently false!
Nahyuta:
Gah!
Phoenix:
And with Lady Kee'ra out of the equation, my client had no motive to commit murder!
Judge:
B-But then... ...who is the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra we've been reading about in the paper?!
Nahyuta:
Yes, who is this other suspect, if indeed there is one at all? Let us hear the defense's brilliant deduction!
Phoenix:
(Think, THINK! The true identity of Lady Kee'ra is the key to solving both murders! I thought Mrs. Inmee was suspicious, but her pregnancy takes her out of the running. And Mr. Are'bal is a rebel, so that doesn't make sense. That leaves us with... Hmm...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you have that look again. The one where you know you have to say something, but you can't figure out what it is.
Phoenix:
(This is my chance to really turn up the heat. I'll just have to stir the pot till something floats to the top!) Your Magistry, I know who's been posing as the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra!
Judge: 
Y-You do?! ...Are you sure about that?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes! Completely!
Judge:
Hmm... I sense that I may regret this, but please go on and explain.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Magistry. (This is who's been posing as the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra!)
Present Puhray Zeh'lot profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The true identity of the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra we seek is..."
Present Maya Fey profile
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
My client Maya Fey is the Lady Kee'ra we've been seeking! 
Nahyuta:
But has that not been my assertion from the very start?
Judge:
It would appear the accused is guilty after all.
Phoenix:
Err... Umm... I made a mistake! Your Magistry, I'd like to strike my previous statement from the record!
Judge:
Very well. But there will be no striking this!
Phoenix:
Ack! I'm sorry, Your Magistry...
Judge:
Hmph, I will not tolerate silly answers like that.
Phoenix:
I know. I've got a serious answer lined up this time, I swear.
Leads back to:
"(This is who's been posing as the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra!)"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Nahyuta:
Heh... Why do you believe that is the true identity of Lady Kee'ra? ...Wait, don't answer. Even your putrid brain could not possibly explain such a deranged response. But I am far past anger now. I can only laugh at such foolishness. Heh heh heh.
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! These may be tears of laughter, but rest assured there is no mirth here for you.
Phoenix:
(This is no laughing matter! Let's think about that again. Who could be posing as Lady Kee'ra? If I cross off all the unlikely suspects, there's only one name left on the list!)
Judge:
Khura'inism teaches us to be merciful, so in that spirit I am giving you another chance. Who do you believe is posing as Lady Kee'ra?
Leads back to:
"(This is who's been posing as the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra!)"
Phoenix:
The true identity of the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra we seek is... ...Puhray Zeh'lot!
Judge: 
Wh-What's this?! The high priest's murdered disciple was Lady Kee'ra, you say? Peace! I say peace! The defense will continue.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Magistry. I whittled down the list of suspects until there was only one left.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
But a process of elimination is not the same as solid evidence. I assume you have evidence to back up your claim?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, of course! (I will have some in a moment, that is. At least, I hope so... Maya wasn't Lady Kee'ra, and neither was Mrs. Inmee or any of the other possibilities. That leaves Zeh'lot, and I have the evidence to prove it!) The evidence that proves Acolyte Zeh'lot was posing as Lady Kee'ra is this!
Present Lady Kee'ra's Warning
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is what proves that Acolyte Zeh'lot was Lady Kee'ra:"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This proves he was Lady Kee'ra!
Judge:
Hmm... I fail to see your point.
Phoenix:
Of course, you don't! I just wanted to throw that out there and see what happened!
Judge:
Well, here's your answer!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... curiosity's killing my case.)
Judge:
Now then, I will ask the defense once more. What proof do you have that the victim himself was Lady Kee'ra?
Leads back to:
"The evidence that proves Acolyte Zeh'lot was posing as Lady Kee'ra is this!"
Phoenix:
This is what proves that Acolyte Zeh'lot was Lady Kee'ra: Lady Kee'ra's warning letter!
Nahyuta:
How absurd! What could that possibly prove?!
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. You stated that this warning letter proved that my client was Lady Kee'ra. And the reason you gave was that the high priest's house was locked tight. But there was another member of the family who lived there.
Nahyuta:
...Ah!
Phoenix:
Therefore, Acolyte Zeh'lot could have delivered the warning anytime he wanted!
Gallery:
...What is he talking about? That's just not possible!
Tahrust:
...............
Nahyuta:
Are you saying Lady Kee'ra was not the culprit, but rather the victim?!
Phoenix:
That's exactly what I'm saying.
Judge:
B-But...! That would... That would overturn the entire premise of this case! This trial has proceeded on the assumption Lady Kee'ra was behind the serial killings. But if Lady Kee'ra is one of the victims... ...who was the killer, and what was their motive?!
Phoenix:
(The only suspect left is Mrs. Inmee. And there's only one possible motive!) What if Mrs. Inmee is a rebel?
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Tahrust:
Fiend! You're still bent on casting suspicion upon my lovely wife?! Blasphemer! You have no evidence of this! Repent for the mistrust in your soul! 
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, you have no evidence, either. After all, the dagger with my client's prints on it wasn't what killed Acolyte Zeh'lot. And the Plumed Punisher theme that he heard could have been an alarm clock. That means all of the evidence linking her to the crime have been called into question!
Tahrust:
Hrrrrrngh!
Judge:
Hmm... Was Lady Inmee a rebel, and did she pose as Lady Kee'ra to kill Acolyte Zeh'lot? Or was Acolyte Zeh'lot a rebel, and was the accused the Lady Kee'ra who killed him? I would say either scenario is just as likely. ...What are we to do now?
Tahrust:
Tahrust:
The alarm clock, you say...? Do you mean the one in the rebel hideout?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, but what of it?
Tahrust:
Heh heh heh heh heh. So that's it... Heh heh... Heh heh heh heh heh.
Phoenix:
(What's gotten into him?)
Tahrust:
Ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! HA HA HA HA HA!
Judge:
A-Abbot Inmee! Just what is so comical?!
Tahrust:
Forgive my outburst... That has simply tickled my funny bone.
Phoenix:
What did?
Tahrust:
The theme song came from the Plumed Punisher clock, you say? ...Hmph! That alarm could not possibly have gone off.
Phoenix:
Wh-What makes you say that? The clock was working just fine the last time I checked!
Tahrust:
Try using your head for a change. Would not the existence of a secret hideout be given away if an alarm kept going off?
Phoenix:
Wait, you don't mean...
Tahrust:
Indeed! We leave the alarm switched off at all times!
Phoenix:
N-Nooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
I-In that case...
Tahrust:
I am sad to say that the defense's claim does not hold water!
Judge:
Would you care to respond, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... (This can't be happening. Not now...)
Nahyuta:
This should put an end to the lawyer's futile struggles. The theme song the victim heard was from the accused's strap, just as we suspected. Therefore, the accused is the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra, and the victim's killer.
Phoenix:
(I need an opening. Something I can raise an objection to.)
Tahrust:
That Plumed Punisher theme song Acolyte Zeh'lot heard in his final moments... I, too, heard it by way of the listening device.
Phoenix:
B-But did you really? If you had heard it, why didn't you testify to the fact before?!
Tahrust:
Is it not obvious?! I did not know such a tune could become a key matter of dispute. 
Judge:
Yes, the matter of the theme song came up before Abbot Inmee was channeled.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. Well then, umm... What if he's lying about the clock's alarm being switched off?
Tahrust:
Miserable wretch! That would be a pointless lie -- one easily disproven!
Nahyuta:
If you check the clock, you will see that the alarm is, in fact, switched off.
Phoenix:
(Argh... Come to think of it...)
Rayfa:
Hmm... What a fine item. And this switch...If I'm right... 
Phoenix:
(We set the switch back into the off position before we left.)
Tahrust:
I remember hearing it clearly. Those distinctive taiko drums in the intro are etched in my mind. They went... Daka don-don-don, don-don-don-don!
Phoenix:
...Distinctive taiko drums in the intro?
Judge:
...This trial has gone on far too long. Shall we move ahead to the verdict phase now?
Nahyuta:
By all means. And let us also return Abbot Inmee's spirit to the Twilight Realm.
Tahrust:
Before I go, let me say a word to my darling wife... 
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
N-Now hold on just one minute! ...Your Magistry!
Judge:
Yes?
Phoenix:
The high priest's statement is inconsistent with a certain piece of evidence!
Judge:
It is?!
Tahrust:
Still you writhe in defiance of your fate? The very sight reminds me of a tortured soul,  writhing in flames! 
Phoenix:
You won't be saying that once I show you the evidence. (Now, all I have to do is pick the right one! This piece of evidence is inconsistent with that statement about the taiko drum intro!)
Present Plumed Punisher Strap
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is what's inconsistent with his statement."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This evidence is inconsistent with your statement, if you get my drift!
Judge:
..................  Alas, I am afraid your "drift" is lost on me.
Phoenix:
Is it, now? (Did I get it wrong?)
Judge:
The defense is up to his usual tricks again.
Tahrust:
Then let us whip him into shape!
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha! By all means, Abbot Inmee! Please do the honors!
Tahrust:
Open your heart!  Let the Holy Mother in! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! 
Phoenix:
(What if I refuse...? Now, what was the high priest's exact statement again?)
Tahrust:
I remember hearing it clearly. Those distinctive taiko drums in the intro are etched in my mind. They went... Daka don-don-don, don-don-don-don!
Phoenix:
Please! Let me try that again!
Leads back to:
"(This piece of evidence is inconsistent with that statement about the taiko drum intro!)"
Phoenix:
This is what's inconsistent with his statement. ...My client's Plumed Punisher strap.
Tahrust:
What does that have to do with anything?
Phoenix:
It plays the Plumed Punisher theme song. And here it is! The theme to "The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm"! Do you see what I mean? The music the victim heard in his final moments... ...might not have been the Plumed Punisher theme song!
Judge:
Hm? I'm afraid I am not following you. What was it if not the Plumed Punisher theme?
Phoenix:
In his final moments, Acolyte Zeh'lot heard...
The prayers of the people
Phoenix:
People praying!
Nahyuta:
Are you suggesting they were praying to the beat of the Plumed Punisher theme?
Tahrust:
No one would do such a thing in the holiest of holy Inner Sanctum.
Judge:
Yes, I have never heard of anything so absurd.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, me neither... (The high priest heard a distinctive taiko drum intro. But the Plumed Punisher theme doesn't feature taiko drums.)
Judge:
It's clear now. The victim did indeed hear the Plumed Punisher theme in his final moments.
Phoenix:
No, Your Magistry. That's not what he heard.
Leads back to:
"In his final moments, Acolyte Zeh'lot heard..."
The song for the Dance of Devotion
Phoenix:
It was the music from the Dance of Devotion coming from the temple!
Tahrust:
I distinctly heard the Plumed Punisher theme. Or are you suggesting the music for the Dance of Devotion... ...has been changed to the Plumed Punisher theme?
Judge:
Do not make light of our religious traditions, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ack... I didn't mean any harm, honest. (The high priest heard a distinctive taiko drum intro. But the Plumed Punisher theme doesn't feature taiko drums.)
Judge:
It's clear now. The victim did indeed hear the Plumed Punisher theme in his final moments.
Phoenix:
No, Your Magistry. That's not what he heard.
Leads back to:
"In his final moments, Acolyte Zeh'lot heard..."
The Steel Samurai theme
Leads to:
"There are no taiko drums in the intro of the Plumed Punisher theme!"
Phoenix:
There are no taiko drums in the intro of the Plumed Punisher theme! So what Acolyte Zeh'lot actually heard in his final moments was...  ...the theme of "The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo"!
Judge:
Peace, peace! Peace, I say! ...Mr. Wright. What is this Steel Samurai of which you speak?
Phoenix:
The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo is an action-hero show from America! The Plumed Punisher theme is a total rip-- Err... I mean,  is very similar to it. If you didn't know about The Steel Samurai, you could easily mistake the two.
Tahrust:
But the fact that Acolyte Zeh'lot heard music from an American action-hero show... ...is irrefutable evidence that the accused was in the secret hideout!
Phoenix:
Actually, no. You have it backwards.
Tahrust:
B-Backwards...?
Phoenix:
That's right. Ms. Fey met an avid Plumed Punisher fan here in Khura'in. And as a token of their friendship... ...she traded a certain Steel Samurai item she had for the Plumed Punisher strap.
Tahrust:
Hrrrmmmm?
Judge:
And this avid Plumed Punisher fan... ...was the one who killed Acolyte Zeh'lot?!
Phoenix:
Yes. And that avid fan is none other than the high priest's wife, Beh'leeb Inmee!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Do you have evidence to back up this claim, Mr. Wright? For as forgiving as the Holy Mother is... ...I doubt she would tolerate yet another dose of your baseless slander. I suggest you prepare yourself to face Her Holiness's wrath.
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm prepared. ...To turn this entire case upside-down, that is! (This is my last chance! I better take a deep breath and review the evidence.)
Judge:
Very well, then. Please present your evidence, if you would, defense.
Phoenix:
The evidence that proves Mrs. Inmee was the one who killed Acolyte Zeh'lot is this!
Present Family Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"It's right here in this family photo!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you see this piece of evidence?! What Steel Samurai fan or fanatic wouldn't be tickled pink to have one of these?!
Nahyuta:
We are neither Steel Samurai fans, nor fanatics. You would not be using this nonsense as a means to befuddle us, would you?
Phoenix:
...Saw right through that, did you?
Judge:
Mr. Wright... I have warned you before. Keep this up, and I really WILL have your tongue plucked out!
Maximum penalty
Phoenix:
It's right here in this family photo! Proof that Mrs. Inmee and Ms. Fey traded items featuring their favorite characters!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
A family photo?! And what exactly should we be looking at here?
Phoenix:
The proof that they exchanged items featuring their favorite characters is right here!
Present Steel Samurai watch
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Look at Mrs. Inmee's left wrist."
Present anywhere else
Judge:
Hmm... So, THAT is the Steel Samurai you've been going on about?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, that's definitely it!
Nahyuta:
That is the Steel Samurai? But there is nothing even remotely samurai-like about it!
Phoenix:
Ack!
Judge:
Did you think to fool us because we lack knowledge of that show?!
Phoenix:
(I should've known better than to try and fool Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Okay. Something bearing the Steel Samurai's likeness should be in that family photo. And that will prove that Mrs. Inmee and Maya made a trade!)
Leads back to:
"The proof that they exchanged items featuring their favorite characters is right here!"
Phoenix:
Look at Mrs. Inmee's left wrist. You can see The Steel Samurai's trademark topknot right there!
Tahrust:
...............
Phoenix:
Which clearly makes this a Steel Samurai watch!
Tahrust:
Hargh!
Judge:
Why, I never knew your wife had such hobbies, Abbot Inmee!
Phoenix:
This family photo was taken right before Acolyte Zeh'lot was murdered. By that point, my client had the Punisher strap, and Mrs. Inmee had the Samurai watch. So, what the victim heard in his final moments... ...was none other than the sound of the watch Mrs. Inmee was wearing!
Tahrust:
Tahrust:
I wish to amend my testimony! What I thought were taiko drums was something else! My wife never had such a watch! It's the truth, I tell you! You must believe me, Your Magistry!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Be not deceived by the defense's lawyerly chicanery.
Phoenix:
(Now what?! He's been pretty quiet up to this point. What does he have up his sleeve?)
Nahyuta:
There is a big, gaping hole in his flimsy claim.
Phoenix:
A big, gaping hole? I don't think so!
Nahyuta:
Oh, no, I'm afraid it is there, all right. ...Just like the big, gaping holes in your putrid brain.
Phoenix:
My brain is neither putrid nor full of holes. I'm not a zombie, after all.
Nahyuta:
Heh, says the dead lawyer walking... He who is narrow of vision focuses on what is before him, never seeing the big picture. Or as they say in your country, you cannot see the forest for the trees! For if it is as you said... ...and Lady Inmee, the rebel, slew Acolyte Zeh'lot, the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra... ...then the rebel hunter would have been dead before the high priest was slain.
Judge:
That means...! The high priest could not have been slain by the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra!
Phoenix:
(Ack! How could I have missed that?!)
Nahyuta:
Who are you going to say killed the high priest now?!
Phoenix: 
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Nahyuta:
Do you finally understand? The sheer size of the holes that riddle your putrid brain?
Phoenix:
Ack! (I'm in hot water now. I don't have any other suspects in the high priest's murder!)
Nahyuta:
You mindless zombie. You should have begun your journey into the Twilight Realm long ago.
Phoenix:
(No. I will never give up! I just need to think things through and figure out... ...who really killed the high priest!)
Phoenix:
If Acolyte Zeh'lot had been Lady Kee'ra, he couldn't have killed the high priest! So, the question is, who did? Maybe I can get to the bottom of this by reviewing the events of this case in order! What evidence could tell me something about the crime scene before the murder? 
The Warbaa'd Dagger
Phoenix:
The Warbaa'd Dagger! ...No, that was found later, impaled in Zeh'lot's body. It doesn't tell me anything about the crime scene before the murder. I better think of something else.
Leads back to:
"What evidence could tell me something about the crime scene before the murder?"
Maya's testimony
Leads to:
The spring was stained red before the rite
The spring was stained red before the rite
Phoenix:
Oh, right... Maya said that the spring had been stained red before the rite even began. The spring was already red before the high priest's murder because of...
Zeh'lot's blood
Leads to:
The spring was stained red by Zeh'lot's blood
Tahrust's blood
Phoenix:
The high priest's blood? ...No, that doesn't make any sense. The high priest's murder happened during the rite, not before. So, that means... 
Leads back to:
"The spring was already red before the high priest's murder because of..."
The spring was stained red by Zeh'lot's blood
Phoenix:
That's right... Zeh'lot had been killed in the rebel hideout the day before the rite. ...And his blood had flowed into the spring. Wait a second. The high priest knew that Zeh'lot had been killed in the hideout. So why didn't he report it to the authorities? If Maya had been the killer, he could have easily had her arrested on the spot. Why didn't the high priest inform the authorities right then?
To threaten Maya
Phoenix:
He wanted to threaten Maya. ...Wait, why would he do that? I better think of another reason why he didn't inform the authorities.
Leads back to:
"Why didn't the high priest inform the authorities right then?"
To keep the hideout hidden
Leads to:
He wanted to keep the hideout secret
He wanted to keep the hideout secret
Phoenix:
If he reported Zeh'lot's murder...  ...the authorities would find out about the hideout. That's what he was worried about! But by going through with the rite... ...the high priest risked having Maya see the spring running red with blood. Why did he have to go through with the rite? Did he want to...?
Kill Maya
Phoenix:
Did he want to kill Maya? But he had any number of other chances to do that. The fact that she's still alive must mean he wasn't out to kill her.
Leads back to:
"Why did he have to go through with the rite? Did he want to...?"
Set up the scene during it
Leads to:
Use the rite to cover things up
Use the rite to cover things up
Phoenix:
He wanted to set up the crime scene to conceal the hideout! But how was he planning on concealing the source of the blood in the spring?
He emptied the spring
Phoenix:
Maybe he tried to empty the spring. Wait a second. It was still full of bloody water. Which means it hadn't been emptied. There must've been some other way he tried to conceal the source of the blood.
Leads back to:
"But how was he planning on concealing the source of the blood in the spring?"
He used Maya's blood
Phoenix:
Maybe he tried covering it up with Maya's blood. No, that can't be right. Maya didn't have a scratch on her. Time for another idea...
Leads back to:
"But how was he planning on concealing the source of the blood in the spring?"
He used his own blood
Leads to:
Stain the spring with his own blood
Stain the spring with his own blood
Phoenix:
He concealed the source of the blood with his own. That was how he kept the rebel hideout a secret! ...It's all starting to fall into place. I know who killed the high priest! It was...!
Maya
Phoenix:
Maya! ...Wait a second, that can't be right. She had no reason to conceal the source of the blood in the spring. The answer lies in who DID want to hide it!
Leads back to:
"I know who killed the high priest! It was...!"
Tahrust himself
Leads to:
TAHRUST'S DEATH WAS A SUICIDE
A third party
Phoenix:
Was there a third party at the scene of the crime? Hmm, I don't know why anyone else would want to conceal the blood's source, though. I better think of something else. The answer lies in who wanted to conceal the source of the blood in the spring!
Leads back to:
"I know who killed the high priest! It was...!"
TAHRUST'S DEATH WAS A SUICIDE
Phoenix:
I can't believe it! The high priest took his own life to keep the rebel hideout a secret!
Phoenix:
The high priest wasn't murdered by anyone. He took his own life to keep the rebel hideout a secret!
Tahrust:
WH--!
Nahyuta:
WHA--?!
Judge:
WH-WHAT'S THIIIIIIIIIIIIS?!
Tahrust:
...........................
Judge:
...Th-The high priest... committed suicide? I have never heard anything more absurd!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
The lawyer has placed a stain on the good priest's death with his putrid brain. Its putrid, gaping holes are as large as the hole in his logic.
Phoenix:
What hole?
Nahyuta:
You still fail to understand. You truly cannot see the forest for the trees! You claim the high priest took his own life. But have you considered who brought the dagger to the Plaza of Devotion?
Phoenix:
Ah...
Nahyuta:
After the high priest was killed, the dagger was thrust into Acolyte Zeh'lot's dead body. Only the accused, Maya Fey, could have done that!
Judge:
It is as Prosecutor Sahdmadhi says. Your claim is rather porous in its logic. And your evidence is too weak. You cannot prove that the high priest took his own life to conceal the rebel hideout.
Phoenix:
Urk! (They're right -- the dagger was impaled in Zeh'lot's body... ...but his body had been placed at the plaza the previous day.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Would you care to respond?
Phoenix:
(Zeh'lot's body was already in the plaza the day before the rite. But what if the dagger was also already in him at that time?) The dagger was never at the Inner Sanctum.
It was moved by Maya
(Maya moved the dagger? No, that's not it. She had no reason to do that. If the dagger was already in Zeh'lot's body on the day before the rite, that means...)
Leads back to:
"The dagger was never at the Inner Sanctum."
It was moved by Tahrust's soul
(The high priest's spirit moved it? No, that's a stretch, even for a country where séances and channeling are used in court. If the dagger was already in Zeh'lot's body on the day before the rite, that means...)
Leads back to:
"The dagger was never at the Inner Sanctum."
Tahrust died by a different weapon
Leads to:
"Of course!"
Phoenix:
Of course! That's it! 
Nahyuta:
What is "it"?
Phoenix:
There was no need to move the dagger. It had already been stabbed into Acolyte Zeh'lot's body the day before the rite.
Judge:
What?! So that means... What does that mean?
Phoenix:
It means the dagger wasn't the weapon that took the high priest's life!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
But no weapon was ever found at the Inner Sanctum. If you will not listen to reason, then I insist you prove your assertion. Show us what you believe the real murder weapon to be!
Phoenix:
Th-The real weapon?! (I've got nothing, but I know there had to have been a weapon there! Maybe if I think back on the trial thus far, I'll spot the clue I need.)
Judge:
Well? Would the defense care to tell us what the real murder weapon is?
Phoenix:
This is what really killed the high priest!
Present Warbaa'd Statue
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"What really killed him has been at the Inner Sanctum all this time."
Present Warbaa'd Dagger
Phoenix:
Judge:
Well, that's odd... Did I not hear you say the dagger was NOT the murder weapon?
Phoenix:
That's right! I was just testing you to make sure you were listening!
Judge:
Yet again, all you have tested is my patience, defense.
Phoenix:
(Why did I even do that? We thought the high priest had been killed by the Warbaa'd Dagger, but... ...if it was something else that had killed him... ...it would have to be dagger-like in shape.)
Judge:
Are you prepared to show us what you believe really took his life?
Leads back to:
"This is what really killed the high priest!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Nahyuta:
.................. You believe that to be what took his life? Do you truly believe the high priest could have been killed by such an item?
Tahrust:
.........I do not recall ever seeing that.
Judge:
You just heard it from the horse's mouth. And now, you'll hear this from mine: penalty!
Phoenix:
(I have to present some conclusive evidence, or it's all over! We thought the high priest had been killed by the Warbaa'd Dagger, but... ...if it was something else that had killed him... ...it would have to be dagger-like in shape.)
Judge:
Are you prepared to show us what you believe really took his life?
Leads back to:
"This is what really killed the high priest!"
Phoenix:
What really killed him has been at the Inner Sanctum all this time. And its lethality has already been demonstrated by the late Acolyte Zeh'lot. That's right! It was the warbaa'd statue!
Nahyuta:
Poh-Poh-Poh-Poh-Poh... POHLKUNKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Judge:
...You believe that that statue claimed both victims' lives?!
Phoenix:
Would you care to chime in, Abbot Inmee?!
Tahrust:
Hrrm! Ngah-ah-ah... No...! He lies! Pay him no heed!
Beh'leeb:
Judge:
Why, it's...!
Nahyuta:
Lady Inmee!
Beh'leeb:
...Darling, don't you think this has gone on long enough?
Tahrust:
Tahrust:
Beh'leeb! ...No! Your Magistry, my wife knows nothing!
Judge:
...Please, Abbot Inmee, let your wife speak.
Tahrust:
Hrrrm... Hrrrrrrrngh...!
Judge:
Now, Lady Inmee, please continue if you would.
Beh'leeb:
..................... It's that time again.
Phoenix:
And what time would that be?
Beh'leeb:
Two thirty in the afternoon... The time my husband conducts his daily prayers. And... the time Puhray was slain.
Judge:
Th-That sound! It's...!
Phoenix:
The Steel Samurai alarm!
Beh'leeb:
.........I, too, like to pray at the same time as my dear husband. So, I set an alarm to remind me each day. But I had no idea it would come to this.
Judge:
........................
Tahrust:
No, stop! She knows not what she speaks!
Beh'leeb:
Your Magistry... I am the one who slew Acolyte Zeh'lot.
Tahrust:
HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
A-Abbot Inmee! Bailiff, summon a physician at once!
Judge:
The physician is now attending the high priest, so there is no need to fear. Now, let us continue.
Phoenix:
(Um... And what about the half of him called "Maya" that's still among the living?) Mrs. Inmee, will you tell us everything you know?
Beh'leeb:
The truth is... I am a rebel, just like my husband. This tragedy unfolded before the rite, during the Feast of Blessings. I had gone to the rebel hideout to prepare it for Datz's escape.
Phoenix:
And that's when Acolyte Zeh'lot suddenly appeared?
Beh'leeb:
...Yes. Puhray was shocked when he saw me there.
Judge:
Acolyte Zeh'lot did not know you were a rebel?
Beh'leeb:
...I do not believe he did. I believe he was there simply to investigate the hideout.
Phoenix:
(And then he suddenly came face-to-face with Mrs. Inmee...) So, the true identity of the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra was Puhray Zeh'lot?
Beh'leeb:
Yes... He was a member of the secret police, serving directly under the minister of justice.
Phoenix:
(The secret police?!)
Beh'leeb:
And this is what he said to me... "I can kill rebels with impunity. The justice minister has my back!" He was using his position within the secret police to deal us rebels a heavy blow. But murder sanctioned by the crown is still murder.
Inga:
Heh, even without the DC Act, Dhurke and his insurgent scum buddies' days are numbered.
Phoenix:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean?!
Inga:
Let's just say... I got a little trick up my sleeve. So I'd watch it if I were you. 'Cause you got a defiant attitude -- like one o' them dragon dupes.
Phoenix:
(The trick up Minister Inga's sleeve was Lady Kee'ra...)
Rayfa:
N-No... This can't be! My father would never...!
Phoenix:
(This must be a bolt out of the blue for Rayfa.) This explains why Acolyte Zeh'lot abandoned his real name.
Beh'leeb:
Yes... He even went as far as covering up the tattoo that all Khura'inist clergy members receive.
Nahyuta:
Lady Kee'ra was a member of the secret police? That explains why no order was given to investigate her attacks.
Phoenix:
(I guess I'm not alone in hearing this for the first time.)
Rayfa:
But... But... This cannot be...
Gallery:
...Is this true? The justice minister is sanctioning state-sponsored murder?
Judge:
Peace! ...Now, Lady Inmee, please continue.
Beh'leeb:
Puhray suddenly lunged at me. That's when I pushed the stone slab toward him with all my might. But I never meant for what happened next to occur...
Tahrust:
Tahrust:
Allow me to take it from here.
Judge:
Abbot Inmee! Are you sure you're all right now?
Tahrust:
I am sorry you had to see that. But you need not worry about me. I am already dead.
Phoenix:
...Please. We need to know what was so important that you would take your own life.
Tahrust:
After I learned that my wife had accidentally slain Zeh'lot... ...I chilled his body with snow to make it seem as if he died more recently than he did. Then, I later moved it to the Plaza of Devotion and inserted the dagger into his wound. The plaza was empty at that time, for it was before prayer time had started. Finally, I placed his body in the prayer pose... ...knowing that no one would notice anything was wrong until the rite had concluded.
Judge:
Hmm... It is perfectly plausible that no one would disturb him if he seemed to be praying. We do treasure our prayer time, after all.
Phoenix:
So, you admit you tried to pin this crime on Maya Fey?
Tahrust:
...Yes, this was all my doing. I never told my wife of my plan. For surely she would have tried to stop me.
Beh'leeb:
.................................
Phoenix:
How did you get Ms. Fey's fingerprints on the dagger?
Tahrust:
I had her hold it while we were rehearsing the rite the day before. And right before the rite, I drugged her with a sleeping agent. Then, I put Lady Kee'ra's robes over the warbaa'd statue.
Phoenix:
(That means... ...Maya was probably already groggy by the time the rite started.)
Tahrust:
Finally, I ended my own life... ...to ensure that the crime would appear to have been by Acolyte Fey's own hand.
Judge:
Hmm... But when your body was discovered... ...Lady Kee'ra's robes were on the ground. How did they end up there if they were on the statue?
Tahrust:
After I impaled myself on one of the statue's dagger-like feathers... ...I used the last ounce of my strength to hurl my body backwards. As I did, I grabbed onto the robes, taking them with me, as I fell back onto the ground.
Judge:
How terrible! What possessed you to do such a thing?
Nahyuta:
You needn't have committed suicide simply to frame the accused.
Tahrust:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi... As one well-versed in our kingdom's legal system... ...I would expect you of all people to understand.
Nahyuta:
...Understand what?
Phoenix:
This kingdom's legal system... Mrs. Inmee's crime... Your suicide... It can't be... That would be sadder than sad.
Judge:
Why, I believe the defense knows of what the high priest speaks.
Phoenix:
Yes, I finally understand. This explains why the high priest took his own life!
Present Dhurke's Law Book
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"...The Defense Culpability Act."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
And how, pray tell, does that explain why he took his own life?
Phoenix:
Don't you see? The reason is right here!
Tahrust:
There is nothing to see, for that bears no relation to the question at hand.
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... Did I get it wrong? (Why would the high priest commit suicide? If it was for his wife's sake... then maybe...!) Now I finally understand why the high priest took his own life!
Leads back to:
"This explains why the high priest took his own life!"
Phoenix:
...The Defense Culpability Act. Circumstantial evidence supports Mrs. Inmee's killing of Acolyte Zeh'lot in self-defense. However, it would be next to impossible to prove it without a lawyer. That's why the high priest wanted to pin the crime on Maya Fey.
Nahyuta:
...I fail to see what that has to do with his suicide.
Phoenix:
In Khura'in, the Divination Séance is the most important piece of trial evidence. The high priest wanted to frame Ms. Fey as a serial killer. It was a clever plan in which he made sure he'd see Lady Kee'ra in his final moments.
Tahrust:
...The lawyer speaks true. That is why I placed Lady Kee'ra's robes upon the warbaa'd statue. I made it seem that Acolyte Fey was the rebel-hunting Lady Kee'ra.
Rayfa:
Rayfa:
B-But...! Are you saying you used my Divination Séance to produce false evidence?
Tahrust:
Forgive me, Your Benevolence. ...But it was the only way to help my lovely wife.
Phoenix:
If you had approached me first, I could have proved that the murder was in self-defense.
Tahrust:
Perhaps... But I had little faith in lawyers, despite being a rebel.
Nahyuta:
How utterly foolish to cast away one's life for such a reason! There must have been other ways to cover up the crime!
Tahrust:
Yet, had I done so, my wife would rush to my defense. And when the case went to trial... ...she would suffer the same fate as I under the Defense Culpability Act. I could not have lived with myself had she been convicted because of that fiendish man!
Rayfa:
Th-This... This cannot be... All I have done under the laws of our kingdom... It has all been...
Phoenix:
(Poor Rayfa... She's really taking this hard. But I can't say I'm surprised.)
Tahrust:
Mr. Phoenix Wright. It is time to show the might of your legal prowess! You mustn't allow another innocent soul to be charged under that despicable law.
Phoenix:
...Of course. I'll do whatever I can.
Tahrust:
What I have done to you and Acolyte Fey is unforgivable. I can only offer my most humble of apologies. Your Magistry...
Judge:
Yes?
Tahrust:
I ask that you please look after my wife.
Judge:
You have my word.
Tahrust:
Your Benevolence, it is time that I return to the Twilight Realm. The Magatama of Parting, if you please...
Rayfa:
...............Very well.
Beh'leeb:
Beh'leeb:
Your Benevolence. Please, allow me the honor.
Rayfa:
...Y-Yes, it would be more fitting for you to send him on his way.
Phoenix:
(Mrs. Inmee...)
Beh'leeb:
Darling... I'm so glad I was able to see you one last time. Thank you... for everything.
Tahrust:
I'm sorry to leave you like this, my love...
Beh'leeb:
But now you can watch over me from the world beyond.
Tahrust:
Yes, always and forever...
Beh'leeb:
And with every breath I take, my darling, I'll be thinking of you.
Beh'leeb:
Farewell, my darling Tahrust.
Maya:
...The high priest has returned to the Twilight Realm.
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
I feel great! I guess that means he didn't leave any regrets behind. Oh...! But what about the trial, Nick?
Phoenix:
...It's over. It was a sad reality born of love, and a great tragedy born of the Defense Culpability Act.
Judge:
Well, I see no need to continue this trial. Does the prosecution have anything to say?
Nahyuta:
Mr. Phoenix Wright... I owe a debt to you -- one that I will pay back in court someday.
Judge:
Now, to deliver today's verdict, and overturn that of yesterday's trial. With respect to all current and previous charges against them... ..I hereby declare the accused, Maya Fey, and her defense, Phoenix Wright...
Not Guilty
May 12, 4:20 PMHigh Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Maya:
So, I was thinking, Nick... The legal system here is really stacked against the defense. It's totally unfair!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, it even forced the high priest to make the ultimate sacrifice just to protect his wife.
Maya:
It's just so sad...
Phoenix:
Protect the status quo, or join the revolution... If the real Lady Kee'ra were here, I wonder which side she would take.
Rayfa:
........................
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence...
Rayfa:
Huh?! What?!
Phoenix:
I was, uhh... just wondering. Are you all right?
Rayfa:
Quiet, you! How could I possibly be all right?! ........................
Phoenix:
(Yeah, she's not doing well at all...)
Rayfa:
......Who do you think you are -- suddenly appearing before me... ...trampling my Insights underfoot, and plunging the Hall of Justice into utter chaos! You even desecrated my mother and father's teachings, you... soulless infidel!
Phoenix:
(Oof, that was a bit more extreme than usual.)
Rayfa:
........................... What am I to do...? I had always believed that communing with a victim's mitamah... ...would lead me to the absolute truth. But each time you overturned my Insights... ...it was revealed that they served to support false charges, rather than the truth. I am left now with that heavy truth in my heart.
Phoenix:
(I'm sorry, Rayfa...)
Rayfa:
Perhaps I am not worthy of hearing the voices of the mitamah.
???:
That's where you're wrong, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
What?
Phoenix:
(Maya?)
Rayfa:
How dare you--?!
Maya:
Your role is to bring forth the voices of the mitamah into our world. If you don't do it, who will?
Rayfa:
You know nothing, Maya Fey! It was spirit channeling, not a Divination Séance that brought the truth to light. How... How DARE an outsider like you employ the queen's secret art! But what can I do?! My spiritual power does not even approach yours! Ha ha ha ha! Is it not a cruel joke?! The royal priestess, bested by a lowly outsider?!
Phoenix:
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Rayfa:
Why not?! It is worth at least a laugh or two!
Maya:
...You shouldn't talk like that!
Rayfa:
Huh?!
Maya:
Listen, Your Benevolence... You were just fulfilling your duty, weren't you? And you're the only one capable of performing the Divination Séance, right? The station of royal priestess is not something to abandon lightly!
Rayfa:
...The station of royal priestess?
Maya:
The people of your kingdom believe in you. But if you really mean all that you just said... ...then what are they supposed to believe in?
Rayfa:
! Y-You know naught of what you speak!
Maya:
...Actually, I kinda do. After all, I'm only here training so I can become the master of my village back home.
Rayfa:
A village master, you say? ...I did not know. It seems I owe you an apology. For even today, I called you a neophyte practitioner.
Maya:
It's all right, Your Benevolence. Thank you for finally acknowledging me.
Phoenix:
(A future queen and a future village master? I guess it shouldn't be a surprise... ...considering they may have had a common ancestor.) Maya's right, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
B-Barbed Head?
Phoenix:
Your Insights were a crucial piece of evidence in this last trial. It doesn't matter if they weren't always one hundred percent accurate. You should be proud of what you did. You've played an important role in assuring that justice was served.
Rayfa:
..................... Hmm...
Phoenix:
And besides, your Insights aren't the problem here. It's your kingdom's legal system. Without lawyers, your Insights have come to be accepted as the sole truth. And the Defense Culpability Act, which gave rise to that, is the root of it all.
Rayfa:
B-But that is the dangerous thinking of a rebel!
Maya:
...Your Benevolence. As crown princess, you are destined to rule this kingdom one day. That means there will be many things that you alone must determine. Things like how to keep your people happy, and what is true and what is false... And most importantly, what role you must play therein.
Rayfa:
.................. I wonder if I am even up to the task.
Maya:
Knowing you, Your Benevolence, you're more than capable.
Phoenix:
(...I've never heard Maya talk like this before. She's really come a long way.) 
*BOOOOM*
Phoenix:
Wh-What was that?
Bailiff:
It came from the hallway! Smoke! We'd better go check it out! Hurry!
Phoenix:
Mrs. Inmee!
Beh'leeb:
Mr. Wright, Acolyte Fey... I'm so sorry for what transpired. You were almost sentenced to death because of me. I will make amends by picking up where my husband left off. I will see the revolution through, so nothing like this can ever happen again! For that is the depth of my love for my dearly departed husband!
Datz:
Lady Inmee, we gotta hurry!
Phoenix:
That voice... Is that Mr. Are'bal?
Beh'leeb:
I must tell the people! They must learn that the peace we enjoy is a false one! One built on the backs of innocents charged with false crimes under that odious DC Act! We have it in our power to forge a society in which the law judges all of us fairly!
Datz:
Hey there, PW! I wish we had more time to talk, but...! Dhurke! Everything's ready! It's go time!
Phoenix:
Dhurke?
Dhurke:
.....................
Phoenix:
Wait, was that the rebel leader Dhurke?!
Bailiff:
After 'em! Don't let them get away!
Phoenix:
(The power to forge a society in which the law judges all of us fairly... It's the start of a legal revolution...)
Maya:
..................... Hey, Nick! Hate to bother you while you're lost in thought... ...but I just got this great idea!
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it?
Maya:
"The Steel Samurai vs. The Rebel Dhurke"! I bet it'd make for another awesome TV show! And if we threw the Plumed Punisher in there...! Everyone would go nuts over it!
Phoenix:
(............I'll never get what she sees in those shows. But it's good to know that no matter what happens, Maya will always be Maya.)
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement is inconsistent with this piece of evidence.
Nahyuta:
Let it go, and move on. Abandon this folly. You know very well your evidence proves nothing.
Phoenix:
Nice try, but you can't make me give up. I'm going to prove I'm right!
Judge:
You can point your finger as much as you want, but you're simply wasting your time. It is a pitiful sight to see a lawyer who doesn't know when he is beat.
Phoenix: 
(Argh... I just need to hang in there a little longer.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this piece of evidence. Anything come to mind?
Nahyuta:
............
Judge:
............
Phoenix:
W-Well...?
Judge:
Hm? Did the defense have something he would like to say?
Phoenix:
(That fell on deaf ears.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Judge:
Is something the matter?
Phoenix:
Sorry. That scream just sort of slipped out.
Judge:
I don't know about trials in your country, but we refrain from such rash outbursts here. Perhaps this will deter any future urges you might have.
Phoenix:
(I'm not helping my case in the judge's eyes, both literally and figuratively.)
Presenting incorrect sensation or Insight during Divination Séance
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence! isn't this statement inconsistent with the vision?
Rayfa:
Inconsistent...?
Phoenix:
Exactly! That's where the inconsistency lies!
Judge:
No, I believe it is in the defense's thought process that the inconsistency lies.
Phoenix:
(Argh. Guess there wasn't an inconsistency there after all...)
Consult (during cross-examination segment "Overview of the Second Murder", when evidence must be presented)
Maya:
Looks like you can't count on your bluffing skills to save your butt this time.
Phoenix:
Yeah... This is a tough one.
Maya:
Well, to me, there's something about this one statement that seems off.
Phoenix:
Yeah, it does sound a little strange, doesn't it? Thanks, Maya. I'll take another look at the evidence.
Maya:
You can always count on me!
Consult (during cross-examination segment "Overview of the Second Murder", when statements must be pressed)
Maya:
You're looking a little pale there, Nick. Are you all right?
Phoenix:
This trial is really putting me through the wringer.
Maya:
Maybe it's just a matter of getting the information you need.
Phoenix:
Right... Thanks, Maya. (Guess I'd better keep pressing, then!)
Maya:
Once you get more info, you can use it to make one of your famous bluffs!
Phoenix:
(She makes it sound like bluffing is my default move.)
Consult (during a Divination Séance, on initial Insight)
Maya:
It sure looks like you could use my help, Nick!
Phoenix:
Yes, please...
Maya:
Well, you know how the victim smelled gingihl? That sensation just seemed out of place.
Phoenix:
The smell of gingihl, huh? Thanks, Maya! (Okay, time to check the Séance vision again.)
Consult (during a Divination Séance, on first revised Insight)
Maya:
Nick, have you found any inconsistencies yet?
Phoenix:
Umm... I've been trying my best, but...
Maya:
I didn't notice any problems with the sensations that appeared.
Phoenix:
Then I guess we better focus on what the victim saw in his final moments.
Maya:
Another look at the updated Insights might help, too. A change in the day and time of the murder could result in an inconsistency.
Phoenix:
Right. Let's review the Séance vision while comparing it to the Insights.
Consult (during a Divination Séance, on second revised Insight)
Phoenix:
I can't find any inconsistencies, Maya.
Maya:
Don't give up yet, Nick. I mean, what about that Insight? You know, the one that said: "The victim stood with his hands on the stone slab in the hideout." Something about that doesn't seem to match up with the deceased's sensations.
Phoenix:
I see what you mean... Let's compare the victim's sensations to that particular Insight.
Consult (during all subsequent cross-examination segments, when evidence must be presented)
Phoenix:
(Argh, I can't find any inconsistencies in there. Maybe I overlooked something important. That one statement doesn't seem right, but I can't put my finger on it. I'd better look at the evidence again, too.)
Consult (during all subsequent cross-examination segments, when statements must be pressed)
Phoenix:
(Argh, I can't find any inconsistencies in there. Maybe I just don't have enough information yet. I should try pressing the witness some more.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
This trial need not be drawn out any longer. The defense has failed to counter the charge filed by the prosecution. In accordance with the law, I invoke the Defense Culpability Act against the defense. Now, then. This court finds the accused, Maya Fey... ...and the defense, Phoenix Wright... 
Guilty
The Stolen Turnabout
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Episode 2The Stolen Turnabout
The time is 1:00 AM.
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beeeeeeep...
Detective! We made it!
Whew... What a relief. Glad the jewel is still safe.
Ho ho! You said it, pal. It musta been our rock solid security that scared him off!
Would you mind opening the safe just to double check?
Aaaaaaaaaah! We've been had!
O-Out front! Guards! Turn on the searchlights!
Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha... Better luck next time, gentlemen! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha... Excuse me, but I'm afraid I must be leaving now! We shall meet again... When the next moon is full! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha... Ahaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha...
October 11, 3:24 PM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Get a load of this! Hey, are you listening to me!? You can clean the toilet later! This is important!
Phoenix:
*sigh* What are you freaking out about now?
Maya:
Hey hee. Today will be the last time you talk to me that way!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
We're about to hit the big time!
Phoenix:
"Big time"? And what do you mean by "we"? You don't mean you and me are...?
Maya:
Ha! Don't be silly. I'm talking about me and Pearly, of course!
Pearl:
Hello. It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Pearls! You haven't changed a bit! Wait... What are you doing here anyway?
Pearl:
Hey hee. Haven't you heard, Mr. Nick? Here! Take a look at this!
Phoenix:
(What's this...? Some kind of poster?) Kurain Village... Isn't that...?
Maya:
That's right. It's our hometown... Pearly and mine, that is.
Phoenix:
What's this about "treasures" from the boonies?
Maya:
Ha ha ha. Very funny. You can laugh all you want... But you'll be singing another tune tonight!
Phoenix:
Tonight? What about tonight?
Pearl:
The "Treasures of Kurain" exhibit doesn't actually start until next week, but... ...the promoter sent us some special VIP entry passes!
Maya:
That's why I dressed up extra special today! What do you think, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Heh. Same Maya. Different Day.)
Phoenix:
This young lady here is Maya Fey... The younger sister of Mia Fey... ...My friend and mentor. I first met her two years ago... I was working on the case surrounding Mia's death, and ever since then...
Maya:
I've been the one who's been keeping this law office afloat from behind the scenes.
Phoenix:
Actually that's just a cover for her true identity... In reality, she's a spirit medium, and a bit of a shady character.
Maya:
Hey! Who are you calling "shady"!?
Phoenix:
And this little girl is Pearl Fey, but I usually call her "Pearls". She's Maya's cousin and a spirit medium in training herself.
Pearl:
I know I'm a bit young, but I want to help in any way I can, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Kurain Village is the home of the mysterious Kurain Channelling Technique. And Maya here is the daughter of the Kurain School of Channeling's Master. ...I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's no joke. I've seen her power with my own eyes... It's the real thing alright.
Maya:
Earth to Nick! How long are you going to make two gorgeous women like us wait!?
Pearl:
Yes, Mr. Nick! I can't wait any longer! I want to see the exhibit!
Phoenix:
(*sigh* Looks like I don't get a choice here. Might as well head on out...)
Treasure Exhibit Poster added to the Court Record.
October 11, 7:18 PM
Lordly TailorMain Exhibition Hall
Phoenix:
("Lordly Tailor"... The city's fanciest and most expensive department store. Treasure Exhibit, huh... I have to admit I'm pretty impressed.)
Maya: 
Wow... This is awesome!
Phoenix: 
Yeah... You can make even the cheapest junk look great... It all depends on how you display it.
Pearl: 
Oh! They even have the dusty old hanging scroll that was in the Fey Manor storeroom!
Maya:  
Oh yeah, I remember scribbling on it when I was a little girl!
Phoenix:
(On a family heirloom...!?)
Maya:  
Say, Nick... The person in charge of this exhibition is waiting for us in the basement warehouse.
Phoenix:  
Alright... (I guess we should go and say hello...)
Examine
Blue board
Phoenix:
A piece of cloth with a ton of finely-written characters jammed onto it. Probably esoteric knowledge only mediums would know. ...Hmm, let's see... Here's the title in English... "108 Ways to Save Money." ... I'm pretty sure the number has gone up since the last time I saw it.
Maya:
Well, we're always looking for new ways you know!
Phoenix:
Being a medium sounds like a rough way of life...
Cushion
Phoenix:
What's with this big cushion? It's just lying around, with nothing on it.
Maya:
Hmm... Well it must be for the greatest treasure of all!
Phoenix:
"Greatest treasure"...? Is there something like that?
Maya:
Huh? Why... Of course there is! Right, Pearly?
Pearl:
Oh! Um, yeah! Of course!
Maya:
Yeah, I'll bet it would really take your breath away!
Folding screen
Phoenix:
I think I remember this old folding screen here... I'm pretty sure it was an important piece of evidence... ...in that murder case that happened in Kurain Village.
Pearl:
This folding screen is the greatest of all the spirit channeling secrets... The Six Leaf Kurain Sacred Writings folding screen!
Phoenix:
(If it's so secret, why is it the most prominent thing in the exhibit?)
Urns
Phoenix:
They're just a bunch of old urns... Are these really "treasures", too?
Maya:
Of course they are! This is a "Treasure Exhibit", isn't it!?
Phoenix:
Well yeah, I guess so. ... (So all it takes to be a "treasure" is age? No wonder nobody like museums...)
Kurain Village diorama
Pearl:
Oh! Mystic Maya, look! I can't believe it! 
Maya:
Ah! It's so cute! It's a little diorama of Kurain Village!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, look at that. But somehow, it seems to reek of dreariness.
Pearl:
Oh! Mystic Maya, It's your house! It even says, "Fey Manor" on it!
Maya:
Yikes! You're right! I kinda want to add "The Famous" in front of it!
Phoenix:
Don't do it, Maya. ...They might get mad.
October 11Lordly Tailor Basement Warehouse
Phoenix:
(Yup. This is a basement warehouse alright...)
Pearl:
Th-This place is scary... I feel like a monster could jump out at any time...
Maya:
Don't be scared, Pearly! I'll protect you!
???:
...Oh... ...Mr. Wright.
Maya:
Eeeeeeeek!! A monster! You were right!
Phoenix: 
(Huh? A monster...?)
???: 
Good evening. ...It's good to see you again.
Phoenix: 
Y-You... I know you...
???: 
Ha ha. Nice to see you again too, little miss.
Pearl: 
Ah! H-Hello!
Maya: 
Is she a friend of yours, Nick? ...And how do you know her, Pearly?
Andrews: 
Nice to meet you. I'm Adrian Andrews. I'm in charge of the promotion and planning for this Treasure Exhibit. I'm also responsible for the security arrangements
Maya: 
Oh, um... N-Nice to meet you.
Phoenix: 
(Adrian sure has changed since we last met...)
Andrews: 
So this is the warehouse. The really valuable exhibit items are still stored away in here.
Examine
Security camera
Phoenix:
It's a security camera. It's trained on the warehouse door.
Andrews:
It's set up to take a picture of anyone that enters or exits the door. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, they say.
Computer
Phoenix:
This computer... It looks like it's hooked up to the security camera above.
Maya:
And that means what?
Phoenix:
The camera is set up to take a photo of anyone that goes in or out of the storeroom... Then the data from the camera gets uploaded to this computer here. That's what.
Maya:
I see... That's some pretty high-tech stuff.
Big signboard
Phoenix:
It looks like a part of a big signboard. All I can read on it is the "bur".
Maya:
Aha! I've got it! Maybe it's supposed to say, "Hamburger"!
Phoenix:
Why would anyone write "Hamburger" that big?
Maya:
Like, maybe for the "World Hamburger Festival" or something?
Phoenix:
I kinda doubt it.
Maya:
Aha! I've got it! Maybe it said, "Spaghetti"!
Phoenix:
...Why are you talking about food? Oh, wait. That's normal for you. Anyway, it says, "bur". There's no way it could be "Spaghetti".
Maya:
Well, maybe it was a typo! It might have said, "Spaghetti Festival". What do you think?
Phoenix:
OK to me... Besides, Spaghetti is the only thing more tangled than your reasoning.
(Step)ladder
Maya:
Look, a ladder!
Phoenix:
That's a "step"-ladder.
Maya:
So? What's the difference? You need to stop judging things based on narrow-minded cultural assumptions, Nick!
Phoenix:
R-Right... sorry. (Why do I feel like we've had this exact same conversation before somewhere...?)
Door to the storeroom
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, what's that big door over there?
Phoenix:
It looks like it's the door to the actual storeroom. I can see lots of big boxes and stuff back there.
Maya:
Really? Let's go in! I wanna take a look!
Andrews:
Oh... I'm sorry! Unauthorized personnel aren't allowed in there.
Maya:
...Did you hear that, Nick? We're unauthorized personnel.
Phoenix:
Why are you telling me that?
Golden Ami statue
Pearl:
Mystic Maya! Take a look next to the door! That... That's Mystic Ami, right?
Andrews:
Yes, that's a statue of the woman who invented the Kurain Channeling Technique, Ami Fey. This statue is on loan from one of the training halls of the Fey branch family. In fact, it just arrived this morning.
Ami Fey's Golden Statue added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
What's that creepy-looking thing she's holding?
Maya:
Don't ask me! How should I know...?
Phoenix:
...Well, you ARE the future Master, right?
Maya:
Maybe so, but this is the first time I've ever seen this statue.
Andrews:
That "thing" is the Kurain Shichishito. It's a ceremonial sword. It's not a real weapon, so the blade isn't sharp.
Maya:
...Aww, phooey. I wanted to cut something!
Phoenix:
Why are you eyeing me for!?
Organize panels
Phoenix:
It says "ORGANI".
Maya:
No it doesn't, Nick! It says, "ORGANIZE"! You just can't see the last two letters.
Phoenix:
Yeah, well I guess no one else could read it either, because this place is a mess.
Maya:
Yeah. You must feel right at home, huh?
Talk
Adrian Andrews
Andrews:
It really has been a long time, hasn't it, Mr. Wright?
Maya:
Nick! What's going on!? Who is this woman!?
Phoenix:
Wh-Why are you spazzing out on me!?
Maya:
What? I just thought it'd be more dramatic if I got all worked up. That's all.
Pearl:
Mystic Maya! You shouldn't let him of the hook so easily!
Phoenix: 
(Please, Maya, don't say anything that'll needle Pearls further...)
Andrews:
Mr. Wright was there for me when I really needed help. It... It was something that happened 7 months ago.
Phoenix:
You remember, don't you? The "Nickel Samurai" case.
Maya:
Not really... I was stuck in a dark wine cellar... Did that escape your memory, Nick?
Andrews:
After that, I quit being a manager and started this job.
Phoenix:
Wow, that's tough. I'm sorry, Ms. Andrews. If it wasn't for us...
Andrews:
No! Don't say that! I'm glad the whole thing happened. Thanks to you and everyone else that was involved, I was able to change my whole life. ...I really am grateful.
Phoenix: 
(Whew, that's a relief...)
Lordly Tailor
Phoenix:
I'm really impressed, Ms. Andrews. Handling a huge exhibition like this must be very tiring.
Andrews:
Well, Lordly Tailor is celebrating their 200th anniversary this year. The works on display in the main exhibition hall are worthy of the finest museums.
Maya:
Woohoo! Did you hear that, Pearly!? The finest museums!
Pearl:
Yes, I did! That's really wonderful.
Phoenix:
So this basement warehouse is pretty well-protected, huh?
Andrews:
...Of course it is. After all, there are some priceless treasures here. The security guards are very highly trained as well...
Phoenix: 
(That sounds good... So, what is with that face she's making...?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Andrews:
I owe a great deal of thanks to that badge... ...It's the only reason that I'm still here today.
Phoenix:
Oh, come on now. That's not true...
Maya:
I think what Nick means to say is, "It wasn't thanks to the badge, it was thanks to ME!" Tell the truth, Nick! I know that's what you were thinking!
Phoenix:
N-No way, Maya!
Treasure Exhibit Poster
Andrews:
I wanted to do something nice for you and your friends, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
So that's why you arranged this exhibit...?
Andrews:
I knew that Kurain Village was the hometown of your assistant, Maya. I thought it would be great to let the rest of the world know about it, too.
Phoenix:
Hmm... But that's not exactly thanking me, per se, is it?
Maya:
Maybe, but who'd wanna see an exhibit on the "Treasures of Phoenix Wright"?
Phoenix:
I guess I can't argue with that one.
Phoenix Wright profile
Andrews:
You've certainly changed since I last saw you 7 months ago.
Phoenix:
R-Really?
Andrews:
Yes, you look like you're bulked up a little.
Phoenix:
(Well, now that she mentions it... I guess I have gotten a little stronger...)
Maya:
You're such a dork, Nick.
Adrian Andrews profile
Andrews:
I've finally managed to put the events of 7 months ago behind me. I really love the work that I'm doing now... Honestly, I owe it all to you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Oh, it was nothing.
Andrews:
And to this little girl, too.
Pearl:
Th-Thank you for saying so!
Maya:
... ...I guess I wasn't much of a help, huh?
Andrews:
N-No, that's not true! You were ALL a big help to me!
Phoenix:
(She shouldn't take it so personally. It's not like she was exactly "free" to help...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um... So what about this?
Andrews:
Sorry I can't be of more help, but I really don't have anything to say about that.
Anyone else
Andrews:
I'm sorry, I don't know as many people as I used to. So there really isn't anything I can tell you about that person.
After clearing all Talk options and examining Ami's statue:
Andrews:
Oh, look! It's already 8:00! Have you all eaten yet?
Phoenix: 
Um, well actually...
Andrews: 
I've already made a reservation at the restaurant on the 12th floor. Why don't we all dine together?
Maya: 
Ooh! I like the sound of that! "Dine"... It sounds so fancy!
Pearl: 
I'll have the "Kid's Lunch"!
Maya: 
Ha ha ha. Pearly, it's dinner, not lunch. Why don't you go for it and really eat your fill with a "Kid's Dinner"?
Pearl: 
OK! In that case, one "Kid's Dinner" for me!
Andrews: 
Ha ha. Shall we head upstairs, then?
Phoenix: 
After that pleasant evening, all that remained was to wait for the exhibition's opening. It was wonderful seeing Ms. Andrews looking so happy. None of us could have imagined... That the very next day, something terrible would happen...
October 12, 10:09 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Maya: 
N-Nick! This is terrible! ...What the--!? You're cleaning the toilet again!? I never knew you were such a toilet freak!
Phoenix:  
Gimme a break, would you? My brain just hit the snooze button for the fifth time...
Pearl: 
Um... I'm going to turn on the TV!
Announcer:  
...We've got an update on the recent treasure heist! Based on clues found at the scene of the crime, authorities have announced... that they believe it was the work of the renowned phantom thief, Mask☆DeMasque!
Phoenix:  
...M-Masque the Mask...?
Announcer:  
According to a spokesperson, Lordly Tailor received a threat letter some days ago. This is the fifth heist by the phantom thief, who only targets rare treasures.
Phoenix:  
L-Lordly Tailor...!?
Maya:  
Well, Nick!? What are you going to do!? Don't you dare go back to scrubbing the toilet!
Phoenix:  
Treasure...? Lordly Tailor...? You don't think...!?
Maya:  
Yes! Now, get up, Nick! It was stolen! By Mask☆DeMasque! Our most valuable treasure... The Kurain Sacred Urn was STOLEN!!
Phoenix:  
Whaaat!?
Examine
Window
Phoenix:
There is a giant building just outside the window. It's the Gatewater Hotel, a high-class, luxury hotel. The chain is getting so rich that they brought a whole chunk of the next town over... ...and started building a huge theme park. It's going to be called "Gatewater Land". ...And to think that two years ago, it was just a little hotel for businessmen.
Movie poster
Phoenix:
An old movie poster. Apparently, this was the first movie that made Mia cry when she saw it, a long time ago. Maya watched it recently, and said she cried all night, too! ...Which, I guess, is why it's back up on the wall. I'll have to check it out one of these days.
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Charley. A quite decorative plant. When she was alive, Mia really loved it. She even went so far as to make it our mascot. It must be nice to be a plant, being able to just sit in the sun and photosynthesize...
Maya:
Hey! Nick! No time for daydreaming!
Pearl:
That's right, Mr. Nick! No time for daydreaming!
Phoenix:
(Oh man. Until I find that urn, they're not gonna give me a second of peace...)
Mia's desk
Phoenix:
It's my desk. I don't get to use it much, so the dust bunnies are starting to mount their assault. Maybe I should wipe them out with a few well-placed swipes of my cleaning rag...
Maya:
Hey! Nick! Are you trying to make me upset!?
Pearl:
Yeah, Mr. Nick! If you're worried about the cleaning, please leave it up to me!
Phoenix:
(At least Pearls is good at cleaning. *sigh* Guess I'd better go find that urn...)
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. ...Actually, I've neglected them for so long that they're covered in a layer of dust. I guess I should at least read them once in a while.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! This is no time for reading!
Pearl:
Yes, Mr. Nick! You can always read later!
Phoenix:
(I guess I won't be getting any peace and quiet to even read until I find that urn...)
Talk
Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Refresh my memory a little... What's this "Sacred Urn"...?
Maya: 
It's only the most important treasure in Kurain Village! That's all! Look! It's right here on the poster!
Maya: 
Don't you remember what's inside? The urn contains a very important soul! Namely, the soul of Mystic Ami Fey, the founder of the Kurain Channeling Technique! Right, Pearly?
Pearl: 
Ah, yes! Th-That's right!
Maya: 
... Hold up... I thought that urn had the name "AMI", written on it... Now it says "I AM"... Hm... Any idea how that happened, Pearly?
Pearl: 
Huh!? Um, I... W-Well... Tee hee... There are some things left unsolved, wouldn't you say, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix: 
(That's right! One year ago, there was a murder in Kurain Village, Maya's hometown. The Sacred Urn... It turned out to be an important clue in that case.)
Sacred Urn added to the Court Record.
What to do
Phoenix: 
OK, the toilet is shinier than the judge's head, so let's see what's next...
Maya: 
What's wrong with you, Nick!?
Phoenix: 
What do you mean?
Maya: 
What do you mean what do I--
Pearl: 
Mr. Nick! Your beloved Mystic Maya's treasure has been stolen! Doesn't that ever bother you!?
Phoenix: 
But I thought the urn was the village's treasure, so I don't see how...
Pearl: 
The village IS Mystic Maya! She's the future master of the Kurain School of Channeling! You know what I'm talking about, Mr. Nick! I won't let you say you don't!
Phoenix: 
O-OK OK! I do! ...So what am I supposed to do about it?
Pearl: 
Isn't it obvious? Go and find the bad guy who did this!
Maya: 
Yeah! And get the Sacred Urn back!
Phoenix: 
B-But... I'm not a detective... I'm a lawyer--
Pearl: 
That has nothing to do with this! If you're a real gentlemen, you would find it for your beloved Mystic Maya!
Phoenix: 
(Man, oh man... There's no winning against Pearls's fairy-tale image if love...) ...So what's the name of this bad guy again?
Maya: 
Mask☆DeMasque, Nick! Make a note of it! Mask☆DeMasque!
Last year's incident (appears after Sacred Urn)
Maya:
Ah, it was terrible! I was arrested and everything!
Phoenix:
One year ago... The murder in Kurain Village.
Phoenix:
A man was killed during one of Maya's spirit channelings. And this urn wound up being the key piece of evidence that proved her innocence.
Pearl:
Um... Mr. Nick? Would you mind not telling Maya about that? You promised, remember? You said you wouldn't tell anyone I broke the urn...
Phoenix:
Oh yeah, that's right.
Phoenix:
(Now I remember. This urn used to say "AMI" on it... Until Pearls accidentally broke it into a million pieces. She tried to secretly fix it... Let's just say it didn't work out so well.)
Pearl:
Sorry... I'm not so good at arts and crafts... Spelling either...
Phoenix:
...Anyway, this is how her gluing project turned out. She put the pieces together wrong and now, instead of "AMI", it says, "I AM".
Phoenix:
...I can't believe no one's noticed this until now, a whole year later.
Pearl:
I can't believe it myself...
Present
Magatama
Maya:
Oh, hey! It's my Magatama! So what do you think, Nick? Isn't it neat?
Phoenix:
It sure is. Being able to peek into people's minds is definitely a nice advantage.
Maya:
What? How do you do that!?
Phoenix:
What do you mean? You gave me this thing...
Maya:
Well, I knew Pearly put some sort of spiritual power into it... But I had no idea that it let you do something as cool as that!
Phoenix:
...Some future leader you are.
Maya:
Next time you use it, let me know, OK!? I want to see into people's minds, too!
Treasure Exhibit Poster or Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Is this thing really all that valuable? It looks kinda... well... junky, if you ask me.
Maya:
But it's got the soul of Mystic Ami, the founder of our channeling technique!
Phoenix:
So how much do you think you could get for it?
Maya:
What!? Sell the Sacred Urn!? You know, I never thought about that... Hey Pearly... Make a note of that. "Ways to Save Money, Tip 109: Sell treasures whenever possible."
Pearl:
...Whenever possible, check!
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I think Maya's going to be searching for a buyer for a long time...)
Ami Fey's Golden Statue
Maya:
You know, even I didn't know this statue existed until a little while ago.
Phoenix:
Didn't Adrian say it's from a Fey branch family's training hall or something?
Maya:
Yes, there are actually a lot of training halls scattered all over the country. Hidden away deep in desolate mountains...
Phoenix:
(Why does it always have to be "desolate" mountains...?)
Phoenix Wright profile
Maya:
You're not very photogenic, are you?
Phoenix:
...!
Pearl:
I guess that's the end of that conversation!
Mia Fey profile
Maya:
S-Sis... *sniffle* I really miss her...
Pearl:
Was Mystic Mia... Was she a really good lawyer?
Maya:
Yeah, she was awesome! She taught Nick everything he knows.
Pearl:
You should train hard and try to make her proud, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I'll do my best.
Pearl:
You can join me on my next trip to a freezing waterfall!
Phoenix:
(I hate to break it to her, but I don't think being frozen to the bone helps in court...)
Maya Fey profile
Maya:
I'm going to have to really buckle down and get serious.
Phoenix:
Well, you're the future Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique, after all.
Maya:
Yeah... That, and I have to play the part of big sister, too. For Pearly... and you, Nick!
Phoenix:
Wha-?? Do I look like I was born yesterday!?
Pearl Fey profile
Maya:
Pearly is such a cutie, isn't she Nick?
Phoenix:
Yup.
Maya:
And she's smart too, just like yours truly! She's got quite a future ahead of her! I bet she could be President some day! 
Phoenix:
(A President that can channel past Presidents... Hmm... That just might come in handy...)
Adrian Andrews profile
Maya:
She certainly seems grateful to you, Nick.
Phoenix:
Well, she was in a pretty tight spot during that terrible ordeal. Actually, I'm grateful to her, too.
Maya:
Hmm... It sounds like you're not telling me something. I'm going to take a good look at the case file next chance I get...
Anything else
Phoenix:
So, what do you think about this?
Maya:
Hmm... What about it, Pearly?
Pearl:
I'm not certain. What do you think, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(Maybe three heads aren't better than one...)
Anyone else
Phoenix:
So, what do you think about this person?
Maya:
Hmm... What do you think, Pearly?
Pearl:
I'm not certain. What do you think, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
(I think the saying I'm looking for is, "never seen them before in my life"...)
October 12
Lordly TailorMain Exhibition Hall
Pearl: 
Right! Let's see if we can find some clues that might lead us to the bad guy!
Phoenix: 
...But it doesn't look like anything has been disturbed.
Maya: 
Yeah, it looks pretty much the same as it did last night.
Pearl: 
Hmmm... Bad guy, huh.
???: 
Hey! You can't poke around here, pal!
Phoenix: 
Wait a minute... that voice. Oh no! Not him again!
???: 
It's YOU!! And I'm the one who should be saying "not again"! Why is it that every time something bad happens, you always show up, pal?
Phoenix: 
I should be asking you that. Aren't there any other detectives?
???: 
No, I should be asking YOU that. What are you doing hanging around here?
Phoenix: 
Hey, I asked you first. Why are you here any--
Maya: 
Alright, alright, we got it! Why don't you two kiss and make up already?
Pearl: 
...Um, hello. It's been a long time, Mr. Scruffy Detective!
Gumshoe: 
Oh! It's you, little missy! ...Um, ahh... Actually, my name is Gumshoe. "Detective Dick Gumshoe"! Now is a good chance for you to try to remember it right!
Maya: 
And if it's too long for you, you can just call him "Dick".
Pearl: 
Okay! It's good to see you again, Mr. Detective Dick!
Gumshoe: 
Um... Yeah... Good to see you again, too, I guess.
Talk
What happened
Pearl:
Umm, Mr. Detective Dick! Can you tell us about what happened?
Gumshoe:
Oh, you're trying to remember my name! Atta girl! ...Um, just... It's "Gumshoe", OK? Anyway, the thief stole something called the "Sacred Urn..."
Pearl:
I know about that.
Gumshoe:
Oh. W-Well, the criminal's name is Mask☆DeMasque...
Pearl:
I know about that, too.
Maya:
Detective, can't you tell us something other than that?
Gumshoe:
W-Well... I guess I sorta kinda owe you guys... in a way... The crime occurred last night at around 1:30 in the morning.
Phoenix:
How exactly do you know that?
Gumshoe:
We got an emergency phone call from a guard at the scene of crime, pal. He said, "The urn was just stolen!"
Maya:
The scene of the crime... You mean here, right?
Gumshoe:
Wrong. That urn was being kept under careful guard in the basement warehouse.
Phoenix:
(Basement warehouse, huh...)
Pearl:
Umm, so who was guarding the basement warehouse...?
Gumshoe:
That guy! It's all his fault that the thief got away, pal! He solves one case and gets a swelled head, thinking that he's an Ace Detective!
Maya:
A-Ace Detective...?
Mask☆DeMasque
Phoenix:
Hey, Detective Gumshoe, about this Mask☆DeMasque... Is he famous?
Maya:
Whaaaat!? You're joking, right Nick? Mask☆DeMasque is the hottest thing since sliced bread!
Gumshoe:
Sometimes he appears as a museum guard! Sometimes he appears as a big brown bear known to surprise unsuspecting victims. But underneath those disguises is... the true Mask☆DeMasque!
Phoenix:
...So he's some kind of master of disguise, huh.
Gumshoe:
And he only goes after the finest work of art, pal. Last night was his 5th heist! If Lordly Tailor had only cooperated, I could have caught him this time...
Maya:
What!? Then you knew he was planning on stealing the Sacred Urn!?
Gumshoe:
Of course I did! The guy always sends his calling card before he steals something.
Phoenix:
(Calling card, huh... They mentioned that on TV...)
Ace Detective (appears after "What happened")
Phoenix:
So why do you call him an "Ace Detective" anyway?
Gumshoe:
That's what he calls himself, pal... I didn't make it up.
Maya:
So? What's he like?
Gumshoe:
Well, like I told you, Mask☆DeMasque has made five heists so far. On the 4th heist, Mr. Ace Detective managed to get the stolen treasure back.
Pearl:
Wow, that is impressive! All by himself!?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I gotta admit it, pal. Maybe he really is as good as he says. Every time the thief sends one of his calling cards, we send our men on a stakeout... But none of us has ever gotten so much as a glimpse of the guy...
Pearl:
But Mr. Ace Detective was able to retrieve the stolen treasure from the thief...
Gumshoe:
Anyway, he's at the scene of crime right now, looking for clues.
Phoenix:
(So he's down in the basement warehouse, huh...?)
Calling card (appears after "Mask☆DeMasque")
Phoenix:
So what's this "calling card"?
Gumshoe:
Here it is. But don't show it to anyone! It's top-secret, OK, pal?
Phoenix:
What's this mark on the front?
Gumshoe:
That's Mask☆DeMasque's signature emblem, pal. You could say it's his "mark". All of his calling cards have got it on them.
Maya:
They didn't mention THAT on the news flash.
Gumshoe:
We're withholding that detail from the public for "operational reasons"... The only way we can tell if a calling card is real or not is by this emblem.
Calling Card added to the Court Record.
Maya:
...That makes sense. When you get famous, there are always imitators.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, if you work a little harder, maybe you can have your own copycats someday!
Phoenix:
Um, uh, thanks... I guess.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Here, take a look at my attorney's badge.
Gumshoe:
Are you still showing that cheap little thing off? A real man keeps his mouth shut... and carries a suave police badge, pal.
Treasure Exhibit Poster or Sacred Urn
Gumshoe:
...To be honest, pal, there's something that bugs me.
Phoenix:
What's that?
Gumshoe:
All the other items that were stolen by Mask☆DeMasque were ones even I had heard of. They were all world-famous treasures. The "Tear of Emanon" or the "Crown of Bongora"...
Maya:
The "Sacred Urn of Kurain" is famous, too! ...Right, Pearly!?
Pearl:
Of course! Everyone in Kurain Village knows about it!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like we've got an unpredictable thief on our hands...)
DeMasque's Calling Card
Gumshoe:
Remember! Don't tell anyone about that emblem. OK, pal?
Phoenix:
Does the thief ever send these to the police?
Gumshoe:
No, always to the victims. Up until now, the victims have always come to us looking for help though.
Maya:
...That's not what happened this time, you mean?
Gumshoe:
You got that right, pal. Listen up! If you guys ever get one of these calling cards... ...I want you to come to us right away! Got me?
Phoenix:
...Yeah, sure.
Phoenix Wright profile
Gumshoe:
Pretty goofy-looking face, if you ask me.
Phoenix:
Hey...!
Maya:
What are you doing carrying that around with you anyway? It's not like we ever need it.
Phoenix:
(She has got a point...)
Mia Fey profile
Gumshoe:
Oh! That's Ms. Mia Fey! She was a truly beautiful person, pal.
Maya:
Huh? You knew her? You knew my sis?
Gumshoe:
Sure. Everybody in the police force knew her. ...We all lost a great friend that day...
Pearl:
Mr. Scruffy Detective...
Gumshoe:
I-I just got something in my eye...! ...I'm not crying!
Mask☆DeMasque profile
Gumshoe:
I've been on this guy's tail ever since his first heist, pal!
Maya:
Yeah, you're doing a really great job. I can see.
Gumshoe:
...Oof! Listen pal, if you wanna jump high, first you gotta crouch down, right? I'm a little frustrated now, but it'll make it that much sweeter when I catch him! ...Anyway, that's what I keep telling myself every day.
Pearl:
Well good luck, Mr. Detective Dick! I believe in you!
Gumshoe:
Aww, ain't you sweet. You're the only one that's ever said that!
Phoenix:
(...The only one? That's kinda sad if you think about it.)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Umm, what about this...?
Gumshoe:
...Sorry, pal. I didn't get much sleep last night and my brain's not really working right.
Maya:
Somehow I don't think sleep would really fix the problem.
Phoenix:
Hey, keep it down. He might have really good hearing for all you know, and might get mad if he heard.
Gumshoe:
Ummm... I can hear everything you are saying, pal.
Anyone else
Phoenix:
Umm, what about this person...?
Gumshoe:
...Sorry, pal. I didn't get much sleep last night and my brain's not really working right.
Maya:
Somehow I don't think sleep would really fix the problem.
Phoenix:
Hey, keep it down. He might have really good hearing for all you know, and might get mad if he heard.
Gumshoe:
Ummm... I can hear everything you are saying, pal.
After clearing "What happened" Talk options at Lordly Tailor, Main Exhibition Hall:
October 12
Lordly TailorBasement Warehouse
Maya: 
No matter how many times we come here, this place always give me the chills.
Phoenix: 
That's probably because it's air-conditioned... To protect the art pieces, you know.
???: 
...Welcome! To my private little "Banquet of Chaos".
Phoenix:
(Huh? What the heck does THAT mean...?)
???: 
I'm afraid I have very little to offer, but please... make yourself at home.
Maya: 
Err, umm... Who are you anyway...?
???: 
SHHH! SILENCE! ... Hee hee hee hee hee hee... Now I see! It's all becoming clear!
Maya: 
Wh-What do you see?
???: 
...Zvarri! The truth has once again been elegantly revealed to me! A lawyer, and... a spirit medium. Neither very advanced at their trade! ...Am I wrong?
Maya: 
Yikes! Th-That's scary! H-How did you know that!?
???: 
"How" you say? The universal skeptic would say that how is nothing but a question of why. I am traveler of both time and space, and a swimmer of dreams.
Maya: 
What is he talking about? I can't make heads or tails of it...
Atmey: 
Without further ado, let me fulfill what should be the first duty of any gentleman... ...and introduce myself. The name is Atmey... Luke Atmey! ...Ace Detective.
Phoenix: 
Oh... Umm... Hi.
Maya: 
Don't let him intimidate you, Nick! Stand up and show him what you're made of!
Phoenix: 
Err, umm... The name's Wright. Phoenix Wright... ...Ace Attorney.
Maya: 
I'm Maya Fey! Ace Spirit Medium!
Pearl: 
And I'm, ummm... Pearl Fey. I'm Mystic Maya's cousin and umm... spirit medium Ace Apprentice.
Atmey: 
Excellent! Well then, shall we begin our little game?
Phoenix:
("Game"? Why does the phrase "one short of a baker's dozen" come to mind with this guy?)
Examine
Anything
Atmey:
Tsk! Sir Lawyer! Please refrain from such crude behavior.
Phoenix:
Huh? Wh-What do you mean?
Atmey:
This criminal is an artist! The crime scene is the canvas upon which he paints! Only I, Ace Detective Atmey, have an eye which is educated enough to read the signs!
Maya:
...Could you translate that for me, Nick?
Phoenix:
I think he pretty much said, "Don't touch anything amateurs!"
Atmey:
If there's something you wish to know about, you have but to ask Atmey! ...I know everything there is to know about my rival, Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
(What do I do now...?)
Maya:
Does he have any top-secret information? Stuff that only a real crime buff would know?
Phoenix:
(I'll think about what to ask while I listen to what Mr. Ace Detective has to say...)
Talk
Ace Detective
Phoenix:
Umm... So are you really as famous as you say?
Atmey:
Of course! For a lawyer, you have a rather shocking lack of knowledge about the world. I had no idea anyone was left in this city that had not heard of me! Look at me! I am Mask☆DeMasque's arch-enemy, the Ace Detective Luke Atmey! At this moment, there are two mighty figures which loom large over this grand city! One embodies the nefarious forces of darkness. The other the angelic cherubs of light!
Maya:
...Boy, now I'm really lost. What is he saying, Nick?
Atmey:
I have been personally on the heels of this villain since his first crime. After learning this criminal's patterns, I thwarted his very latest loathsome larceny! I even returned the target of his tyranny, the "Portrait of Mejeena" to the crime scene! And I did it all by myself! I took it back from Mask☆DeMasque... With my brawny mind and my brilliant muscles!
Maya:
Yeah! They mentioned it on the news, in the "Great People of the Town" segment. They said that the museum gave you an incredible jewel as a reward!
Atmey:
...Well, compared to the treasure that I retrieved for them, it's not much.
Phoenix:
(So... in the end, the only thing that makes you great is your own self-praise...)
Mask☆DeMasque
Maya:
Oh! Tell us what you know about Mask☆DeMasque! ...And keep it simple, please!
Atmey:
Like about how I have devoted my life to thwarting his dastardly deeds? Last night, here in the bowls of this store, we were locked in a most glorious battle.
Phoenix:
I see... ...Huh!? Hang on a second! You were here last night? Here? In Lordly Tailor!?
Atmey:
Naturally! Wherever DeMasque goes, you will find Atmey laying his elegant traps.
Phoenix:
(Elegant traps? More like DeMasque out-eleganced you and made a beautiful getaway.)
Atmey:
But this time, I allowed him to escape with the illusion of victory.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if I should ask him about what happened last night in more detail...)
The night of the crime (appears after "Mask☆DeMasque")
Phoenix:
Umm... Can you tell us exactly what happened here last night?
Atmey:
But of course. After all, I always say there should be no secrets between "aces".
Phoenix:
(Flattery will get you nowhere, Pinocchio...)
Atmey:
I first received the request for my services 20 days ago. And it was 10 days ago that we received Mask☆DeMasque's calling card...
Maya:
Huh? You were hired BEFORE the calling card even arrived?
Atmey:
Yes. You see, the person who hired me is quite rigorous and thorough.
Phoenix:
(That's Adrian for you...)
Atmey:
A mere 10 days after hiring me, her worst premonitions were realized!
Maya:
A calling card arrived, right?
Atmey:
Yes! So, Ace Detective that I am, I set a trap for the thief right in the warehouse. And waited for him... alone.
Maya:
Alone? ...But why? Why didn't you go to the police for help?
Atmey:
Ridiculous! Why would I seek help from such a singularly useless group of nincompoops?
Phoenix:
(You've got a lot of nerve. After all, it was you that let DeMasque get away.)
Atmey:
I always operate alone and concealed. Out of the sight of others.
Pearl:
...? "Corn Sealed"...?
Atmey:
Precisely! Even the guards on duty here were unaware of my presence. "To fool your enemies, first you must fool your friends." It's my own original proverb!
Maya:
Anyway, back to what happened last night...
Atmey:
As I was saying, I hid here in the warehouse and waited for the thief to arrive. But I swear to you... Not a solitary soul came through that entrance! Nevertheless... The Sacred Urn disappeared!
Phoenix:
B-But that's impossible! How could it just disappear!?
Atmey:
"How?" you ask? Don't be ridiculous, Sir Lawyer. If I knew the answer to that question, I wouldn't be here!
Phoenix:
(For someone who seriously messed up his own stakeout, he's rather full of himself.)
Pearl:
So you're saying that even though on [sic] one came through those doors last night... ...our precious urn still somehow vanished from under your nose?
Phoenix:
(Th-That's just not possible!)
Present
Treasure Exhibit Poster or Sacred Urn
Atmey:
Do not fear, young lady. I promise I shall retrieve your urn!
Maya:
Thank you, Detective Atmey! I'm counting on you!
Atmey:
The final round between Detective Luke Atmey and Mask☆DeMasque is set to begin.
Phoenix:
Still, there's something funny about this guy...
Maya:
Yeah, but don't forget he managed to retrieve the treasure from the last heist.
Atmey:
Yes, I even have a video that details my role in the whole affair. I recorded it directly from the news on TV. Can I interest you in a copy?
Phoenix:
...No thanks.
DeMasque's Calling Card
Phoenix:
Mask☆DeMasque's calling card... It's got his emblem printed on it, right?
Atmey:
...Quite impressive! But I would expect nothing less from my arch-rival! I'm surprised to see you in possession of such a top-secret piece of information.
Maya:
Well, we've got an Ace Lawyer, an Ace Spirit Medium and an Ace Cousin-Apprentice here.
Atmey:
Yes, indeed... I think I could learn to like you, my fellow ace professionals!
Phoenix:
(I don't know if I really want this guy to like us... ever.)
Phoenix Wright profile
Phoenix:
That's pretty amazing the way you were able to tell what I do for a living.
Atmey:
Oh, it's elementary, my dear Wright, elementary. If you're really interested, the first clue was the hair. ...It points backward. It shows you're prepared to take on an attack. Such as from a criminal, for example. From your clothes, I knew you weren't a policeman, so I deduced you were a lawyer. After a combination of cold logic and intuition... Zvarri! Only the truth remains.
Phoenix:
(Wow, impressive...)
Maya:
Or maybe he just took a look at the attorney's badge on your lapel, genius.
Mia Fey profile
Atmey:
This woman... She is a true beauty.
Phoenix:
...You don't say.
Atmey:
I would be honored if you would introduce her to me.
Phoenix:
...
Atmey:
I assure you, Sir Lawyer, that my interest is strictly professional!
Maya:
Eww, this guy's even creepier than I thought.
Atmey:
I assure you, my dear, all Ace Detectives are perfect gentlemen!
Maya Fey profile
Maya:
Umm... So how did you know I was a spirit medium?
Atmey:
Oh, that was child's play. First, your hair. It's not of the type one sees every day. Both rare and enchanting... Almost... otherworldly. I thought it likely that you were either a fortune teller or a spirit medium. But I didn't quite detect the wisdom one usually sees in a fortune teller... And so... Zvarri! That left only one possibility.
Maya:
Well, they also have a bio about me on the Treasure Exhibit Poster...
Pearl Fey profile
Atmey:
As for this child... Zvarri! Elementary school student.
Pearl:
Wow! That's right!
Atmey:
I can also see that you will be a middle-school student within the next few years!
Pearl:
Th-That's incredible!
Phoenix:
(No doubt about it. This guy is good!)
Atmey:
Now you can see how I have earned my reputation as an Ace Detective.
Adrian Andrews profile
Atmey:
Ah, the charming young lady responsible for security, Ms. Adrian Andrews.
Maya:
Huh? You know her?
Atmey:
Yes, well I should... She was the person who hired me for this job. A very intelligent woman. After all, she hired Detective Luke Atmey, did she not?
Phoenix:
(...I'm not entirely convinced that was an intelligent move on her part.)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Atmey:
...Oh, him. Yes, well I saw him earlier. That wretched detective has let the thief slip through his fingers every single time.
Maya:
Wretched, huh...
Atmey:
...Now that I think about it, I wonder if they aren't working together.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Atmey:
If you ask me, Luke Atmey, I believe the two of them are "co-conspirators".
Maya:
If Detective Gumshoe heard that, he'd probably cry.
Phoenix:
He is a surprisingly sensitive guy...
Mask☆DeMasque profile
Atmey:
This will surely be Mask☆DeMasque's final heist! Last time I came close and managed to retrieve the stolen treasure! Mark my words, this criminal of humanity will be found guilty in due time! And then I, Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, will dance with joy!
Phoenix:
I have no clue what you're blabbering about... But I guess I'll find out soon.
Luke Atmey profile
Atmey:
This person is... Zvarri! A great Ace Detective! Am I correct?
Phoenix:
Um, but I was the one asking you...
Atmey:
This photo simply isn't enough information. I'm afraid I can't be absolutely certain... But the intelligence in those eyes indicates a man of deep wisdom and insight.
Maya:
Stop messing around, Nick, and just ask him already!
Phoenix:
B-But this guy is scary.
Anything Else
Atmey:
...I'm sorry I can't be more helpful. But I have no interest save that of finding evidence against my arch-rival!
Maya:
Nah, it's OK. Nick is just a bit of a piddling evidence hog. That's his defense style.
Atmey:
A "piddling evidence hog", you say? In that case, I'd simply be wasting my breath!
Maya:
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Maya. Why couldn't you have said I was a "rival", and not a "piddling evidence hog"?
After clearing all Talk options and presenting DeMasque's Calling Card:
Atmey:
... ...Well, Sir Lawyer. I've been told that you too are pursuing the mysterious thief.
Phoenix:
...Well, I'm not sure would say that exact--
Maya:
That's right! We're going to find the Sacred Urn no matter what we have to do!
Atmey:
...Excellent. I will trust you. I permit you to take a look around while I investigate elsewhere. If, perchance, you should discover something of value, return then to my office... To my office of Earthly Delights, the "Atmey Detective Agency"!
Maya:
Of-Office of Earthly D-Delights...?
Atmey:
Well then Sir Lawyer, if you'll excuse me, I have much to do!
Phoenix:
W-Wait a minute...!
Pearl:
He's gone.
Phoenix:
I don't like the idea of doing this guy's work for him.
Maya:
Come on, Nick. Don't worry about it. It's no big deal. Let's hurry up and investigate before he changes his mind!
Pearl:
I wanna go to his office, too! Take me with you, OK?
Examine
Security camera
Phoenix:
It's a security camera. It's trained on the big door to the storeroom. It's set up to take a photo of anyone that goes in or out.
Pearl:
A "se-kure-ity" camera...?
Maya:
Yeah, go stand in front of that door and it'll snap your photo too, Pearly.
Pearl:
Umm... Mystic Maya... Do you think I should smile?
Maya:
Nah. It's for criminals, so I think you should make a really scary face!
Pearl:
L-Like this...?
Computer
Maya:
Hey, Pearly, do you know what this is? It's a computer!
Pearl:
A "kom-pu-ter"...? Oh! I've heard of those! It has such a cute name!
Phoenix:
It looks like this computer is for storing the data from the security camera. When someone comes in or out of the warehouse, the camera takes a photo of them.
Pearl:
It's probably the "trap" that the detective set up.
Maya:
Let's see if we can find last night's data on this thing. We might even find a photo of Mask☆DeMasque!
Phoenix:
Hmm, let see here... (Man, I really stink at working these things...) ...
Pearl:
What's wrong, Mr. Nick? You're sweating an awful lot.
Phoenix:
...I don't know how to pull up the photos...
Maya:
I had no idea you were so pathetic with high-tech stuff, Nick!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, well I managed to print out the camera data anyway.
Maya:
I guess you have to learn to crawl before you can walk, right, Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, sure... Anyway, it looks like the camera only went off once last night.
Camera Data added to the Court Record.
Computer (subsequent times)
Maya:
Hey, Pearly, do you know what this is? It's a computer!
Pearl:
A "kom-pu-ter"...? Oh! I've heard of those! It has such a cute name!
Phoenix:
It looks like this computer is for storing the data from the security camera. When someone comes in or out of the warehouse, the camera takes a photo of them.
Pearl:
It's probably the "trap" that the detective set up.
Wooden box
Phoenix:
That pathetic-looking wooden box...
Maya:
Ahh!! That's the box that had the Sacred Urn on it!
Phoenix:
Don't touch it! There may be clues to the thief's identity on there!
Maya:
Grr... I worked so hard to make that box!
Phoenix:
Huh!? You MADE that poor excuse for a box, Maya?
Maya:
What's that supposed to mean!?
Pearl:
That urn has always been on its stand in the Winding Way of Fey Manor. So there was no box suitable for it, Mr. Nick.
Maya:
And I-I was so proud of it... *sniffle sniffle*
Phoenix:
(Poor Maya. Maybe it'd have been better if Mask☆DeMasque had taken the box, too...)
Shichishito
Maya:
Wow, this is awesome. What did Ms. Andrews say it was called again?
Phoenix:
"Shichishito". It's literally "7 Branch Sword" in Japanese. Or so says Ms. Andrews. Whoa... It's pretty heavy.
Maya:
"One hit, seven times the fun!" Pretty catchy, huh? I bet it'd sell like hotcakes!
Pearl:
Um, there's something about it that bothers me...
Maya:
Wow! You're really firing on all cylinders today, Pearly!
Pearl:
This sword... Wasn't Mystic Ami holding it last night?
Maya:
Ah...
Pearl:
And other thing... The sword wasn't bent last night like it is now.
Phoenix:
Y-You're right...
Maya:
Awesome, Pearly! I wouldn't expect any less from my little Ace Apprentice!
Phoenix:
(The sword is bent, so that must mean... Last night, someone "used it" somehow...)
Maya:
Aha. I just thought of something! Maybe Detective Atmey smashed Mask☆DeMasque with it. Like this!
Phoenix:
YEOOOOOUCCCH!! WHAT THE HECK!
Maya:
What do you think, Pearly?
Pearl:
I think it's even more bent than it was before.
Phoenix:
(Oh man... My head... MY HAIR!)
Shichishito added to the Court Record.
Door to the storeroom
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, what's that big door over there?
Phoenix:
It looks like it's the door to the actual storeroom. I can see lots of big boxes and stuff back there.
Maya:
I guess that's where they were keeping the Sacred Urn.
Phoenix:
Remember, Maya. Ms. Andrews said we're not allowed in there.
Spilled paint
Maya:
Look what you did, Nick! You spilled paint over here!
Phoenix:
I didn't do that!
Maya:
Well it wasn't here last night. I would have noticed a color this outrageous.
Pearl:
But this paint has already dried up.
Maya:
Well then, you should have cleaned it up before it dried, Nick!
Phoenix:
Paint doesn't dry that fast! Besides, I told you it wasn't me! (It looks like it's been several days since it was spilt.) Hey, look at this!
Pearl:
What is it?
Phoenix:
There's some kind of shape left in the bottom left side of this stain.
Maya:
Huh? ...You're right. I wonder what it could be...?
Golden Ami statue
Maya:
This statue of Mystic Ami is sooo cool. I want a gold statue of myself! We could put it in the office!
Phoenix:
Hey! It's WRIGHT & Co.! How about a gold statue of ME?
Pearl:
Um, Mr. Nick? I'm sorry, but I noticed something strange...
Phoenix:
Huh? What is it, Pearls?
Pearl:
The statue of Mystic Ami... Was this where it was last night?
Maya:
Ah...
Pearl:
I'm pretty sure it was closer to the door...
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I think you're right.
Maya:
Great job, Pearly! I wouldn't expect anything less from my Ace Cousin!
Phoenix:
(So the statue was moved on the night of the crime...)
Ami Fey's Golden Statue updated in the Court Record.
After clearing "Sacred Urn" and "Last year's incident" Talk options at Wright & Co. Law Offices, and examining computer, Shichishito and Ami's statue at Lordly Tailor, Main Exhibition Hall:
Phone:
...
Maya:
Oh, Nick! Your cell phone's ringing!
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Hello, Phoenix Wright here.
Gumshoe:
Oho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho! It's me. Gumshoe.
Phoenix:
Gumshoe! What is it? What's so funny!?
Gumshoe:
I'll tell you what's funny, pal! I finally beat him! I beat Mr. Ace Detective! Finally! This underdog is the alpha dog today! That stuck-up detective's met his match! Yup! I finally caught him! Lock, stock and barrel! There's no escape for him!
Maya:
You "caught him"? ...Are you saying...? You... You captured Mask☆DeMasque!?
Gumshoe:
Bingoooo! Well... Actually, he surrendered... ...But I still got him!
Phoenix:
(Mask☆DeMasque surrendered?)
Pearl:
That's great! So when can we come and pick up the Sacred Urn?
Gumshoe:
Um, ahh, well ya see... I was gonna tell you...
Phoenix:
What...? Something wrong?
Gumshoe:
Do you think you can swing by the detention center sometime?
Phoenix:
Detention center...?
Gumshoe:
He wants to talk to you... Mask☆DeMasque, that is.
Maya:
Whaaaat!? He wants to talk to Nick?
Gumshoe:
I'll be waiting for you, pal. So get over here soon.
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
(The detention center, huh?)
October 12
Atmey Detective Agency
Phoenix:
This is a detective agency? Looks like more like the set of some B-grade horror movie.
Maya:
H-Hello? Is anyone here...?
...
Phoenix:
It looks like nobody's home.
Maya:
Hmph. What a waste of time. Hey! I know! Let's take that framed picture back with us as a memento!
Phoenix:
Don't you dare, Maya! (Guess we'll have to try back later...)
Examine
Gramophone
Maya:
Hey, Nick. What's this thing here?
Phoenix:
It's called a "gramophone". In the old days, people used them to listen to music.
Maya:
You can't be serious! I think it's probably for purifying the air or something. I'll bet you 50 cents! Come on, what do you say?
Phoenix:
Forget it. You never pay up when you lose.
Atmey's painting
Phoenix:
What a creepy painting. It's like he's looking right at me.
Maya:
Maybe we should put up a big portrait of you in the office, Nick! I can even paint it for you. Maybe you can pose while cleaning the toilet?
Phoenix:
...I think I'd prefer something a bit more dignified.
Fireplace
Maya:
Whoa! It's a huge hearth!
Phoenix:
That's a fireplace.
Maya:
So? What's the difference? You need to stop judging things based on narrow-minded cultural assumptions, Nick!
Phoenix:
R-Right... sorry.
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
That's one impressive bookshelf filled with some very impressive books!
Maya:
"My Life as an Ace Detective: Unabridged Edition" by Luke Atmey, Ace Detective.
Phoenix:
Hey, he's even got one of those ships in a bottle thingies.
Maya:
Ah! Would you look at that! There's a little Luke Atmey doll at the helm! How cute!
Phoenix:
There's a microscope here, too. I wonder if he was researching something. The glass slides have different names on them.
Maya:
This one says... "Atmey Virus", ...Hmm. This guy is just dying to make a name for himself, huh.
Phoenix:
It's getting kind of irritating, actually.
Desk
Phoenix:
This desk is literally covered with all sorts of chemistry equipment.
Maya:
Oh, I just love chemistry! Say, Nick, I bet you didn't know this, but... Water is made up of carbon and hydrogen!
Phoenix:
No, no, no. Not carbon! Oxygen! Oxygen and hydrogen!
Maya:
Oh? Well, there are always alternative theories, I guess.
Phoenix:
(If by "alternative theories" you mean the ones you make up inside that head of yours.)
October 12
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! Welcome to the detention center!
Phoenix:
You're sure in a happy mood, aren't you?
Gumshoe:
Yup. After all, we got Mask☆DeMasq--
Maya:
Right, but... Um... So where's the Sacred Urn?
Gumshoe:
Oh, Sorry about that, pal... I guess I didn't really think about it before... But you're the "victim" in this case.
Maya:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Well, I guess I should let you guys hear the story straight from the horse's mouth.
Maya:
You know, he's right, Nick!
Phoenix:
He is?
Maya:
If you think about it reeeeal hard, we are the victims!
Phoenix:
Well... I guess so... In a way...
???:
Umm...
Maya:
I'm so used to thinking of the victim as a dead person 'cause we're always on murder cases.
???:
Ex-Excuse me...
Maya:
But anyway! I have to get the Sacred Urn back!
???:
Pleeeeease! Don't just ignore meeeeee! ...Err.
Maya:
...Um, who are you?
???:
...I, err, umm. I-I-I... I-I'm Ma-Ma-Ma... Mask☆DeMasque...? ...O-OK?
Maya:
...Hey, Nick... Doesn't he look kind of... Well, gangly?
Ron:
I'm Ron DeLite... Th-The famous Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
(...I don't think this guy could punch his way out of a wet paper bag.)
Examine
Security camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera.
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He looks nervous being this close to an alleged thief.
Talk
Mask☆DeMasque
Phoenix:
So, you're the Masque DeMask guy?
Ron:
Y-Yes! You bet! ... No... Err, that's wrong. You see... it's complicated. Sort of yes, and sort of no. If you know what I mean
Pearl:
Hm? What's wrong?
Ron:
Well when I say "wrong", what I really mean to say is that it's "not right", per se. You see it's not spelled "Masque DeMask", it's actually "Mask☆DeMasque"...
Maya:
...What's with this guy?
Phoenix:
(Well, he's a timid little weakling, we know that much.)
Ron:
D-Don't do that... Don't look at me like that! I don't need your pityyyyy!
Phoenix:
(And a major crybaby, too.) So... Why did you give yourself up?
Ron:
Well, you see... It's because... Well...
Maya:
I know why! It's because you stole such a priceless treasure! And now you're overwhelmed with guilt. Am I right!?
Phoenix:
("Priceless treasure"? That broken old urn...?)
Ron:
Umm... I have a little favor to ask...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes? What is it?
Ron:
Could you... go and talk to Dessie?
Maya:
...D-Dessie?
Sacred Urn
Maya:
Look, we really want our urn back, so where is it?
Ron:
I'm sorry! I'll give it back! I really will! ...Err, maybe not. No, I can't... I can't make promises I can't keep... I'll just end up hurting people
Pearl:
Um, Mr. Nick...? I couldn't hear what he just said... Especially the last part.
Phoenix:
Um, Mr. DeMasque? Do you think you could speak up a little?
Ron:
Y-Y-Y-Yes, sir! I will... I promise! ...Err, maybe not. You see, I'm already speaking in my normal voice, so I really can't do anything
Maya:
Mr. DeMasque? About the urn...
Ron:
Oh! Yes! The urn! Right away! ...Err, actually no. I wouldn't mind telling you, but actually I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me anyway
Maya:
Enough already! Just tell it to us straight!
Ron:
Please... Please don't yell at meeee! *huff huff huff* I... I... I'm so sorry... That urn... I... I-I lost it!
Maya:
Wh-Wha-What!?
Dessie (appears after "Mask☆DeMasque")
Phoenix:
So who is this Dessie person?
Ron:
...! Pleeeease don't talk about my wife like that!
Maya:
...I-I guess she must be his wife...
Ron:
*huff huff huff* I'm sorry! The truth is... It was my life that told me to have you all come here... Um... Do you think you could go and visit her at my hideout?
Phoenix:
H... Hideout?
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! What does he mean by "hideout"...?
Ron:
Oh, sorry. Naturally, I meant to say my "secret base".
Phoenix:
S-Secret Base?
Ron:
Well, my apartment actually. Palazzo Pelpepe, 3rd floor...
Maya:
Let's go have a look, Nick! To Mask☆DeMasque's hideout!
Phoenix:
(Something tells me she just likes the sound of the word "hideout".)
Lost it (appears after "Sacred Urn")
Phoenix:
What did you just say? Did you say you "lost it"?
Ron:
Yes... Er, no. Umm... Maybe so. I mean, yes, I lost it!
Maya:
Wh-What do you mean...?
Ron:
Well, you know... I lost it, like I said... These things just happen... You're on the train and you get distracted and you forgot your bag. You know...
Maya:
What!? You forgot our Sacred Urn on a train!?
Phoenix:
Wait a minute! You went on the train dressed like that!?
Ron:
N-No! I... I... I was just speaking hypothetically, that's all. A-Anyway... I'm sooooorry! I just lost it somewhere! I don't know where!
Phoenix:
... (This guy's story is more surreal than a Dali painting.)
Maya:
Are you really sure this creep is Mask☆DeMasque?
Phoenix:
Maya, don't call him a "creep". (Although I do have to admit, I understand your doubts about this guy...)
Present
Treasure Exhibit Poster or Sacred Urn
Ron:
I'm really sorry I caused so much trouble.
Maya:
If you're so sorry, then you shouldn't have stolen it in the first place!
Ron:
B-But... The only thing I did wrong was lose it! ...Err, that's not right. I was wrong either way. I'm sure the owners of the other treasures fell the same
Maya:
...He sure seems sorry.
Pearl:
Who would have imagined that such a famous thief would have such a pure heart...
DeMasque's Calling Card
Ron:
Oh! That's Mask☆DeMasque's calling card! Pretty nice-looking, huh!?
Maya:
He looks so happy...
Ron:
I'm not very good at writing, you see... So I bought a book called "How to Write Business Letters" and studied hard!
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess you could call thievery a type of business...)
Mask☆DeMasque profile
Ron:
Ever since I was a little boy, I've always been interested in mysterious masked men!
Phoenix:
So that's what you wanted to be when you grew up?
Ron:
Yes! ...Err, no. Sort of, but not exactly... I never imagined I'd feel as bad as I do now about the treasures being stolen...
Phoenix:
(...People sure can be complicated, can't they.)
Luke Atmey profile
Ron:
H-Him...!
Phoenix:
Do you know him? He claims to be your arch-enemy and rival.
Ron:
Th-That person... He... He's not my arch-enemy OR my rival! ...Well, actually, no. Now that I think about it, the terms arch-enemy and rival are the same thing
Maya:
They ARE rivals! Only people who have it out for each other would disagree like this!
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you think about this?
Ron:
Hmm... I don't really think I can help you with that. Err, no, that's not it... Well... The thing is... I don't really know if I can say one way or the other
Maya:
I didn't really catch that.
Phoenix:
Don't worry, you didn't miss anything.
After clearing "Dessie" Talk option at Detention Center, Visitor's Room:
October 12
Mask☆DeMasque's Hideout
Phoenix:
... Wow, check this place out!
Maya:
No doubt about it, this is Mask☆DeMasque's hideout alright.
???:
Who is it? Is that you, Ronnie? Huh? Who are you people?
Phoenix:
Err, umm... Are you Desirée DeLite?
Desirée:
That's right. I'm Desirée. ...Ah! Oh! You must be the lawyer... and the victim!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, that's us. Your husband told us that you wanted us to stop by.
Maya:
I'm Maya Fey, and this is Phoenix Wright, attorney at law.
Desirée:
"Nicky boy" and Maya, huh? I can't tell you how grateful I am that you decided to help my Ronnie.
Maya:
Well, um... Aha ha... You're welcome.
Phoenix:
(Did she really call me "Nicky boy"?)
Examine
Hot air balloon
Maya:
Oh, that's so cute! It's called a hot air balloon, you know!
Phoenix:
...Wow! There's no fooling you!
Maya:
I want to make my own balloon now! I'll even let you ride in it, Nick!
Phoenix:
(That emblem on the balloon is supposed to be top-secret. That's proof enough that Ron DeLite really is Mask☆DeMasque. I'd better not tell Maya. She gets kinda... scary when it comes to "celebrities"...)
Piled stuff on left
Phoenix:
There's a whole bunch of stuff piled up over here.
Maya:
Duck and cover! It-It's a missile! Did you know there's d-dynamite in missiles!?
Phoenix:
But they're not heavy enough to be real... Oh wait. They're just really well-made toys.
Maya: 
What are these rolls of paper stuck in the trash can? "Theft of the Mazarin Stone: The Great Albatross Strategy" "Theft of the Immortal Goddess Statue: The Great Knucklebomber Strategy"
Phoenix:
... (Did the police even investigate this place...?)
Green envelope
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Look on top of the chair!
Phoenix:
Looks like an envelope... And a letter.
Maya:
Well, don't just stand there! Come on, let's read it!
Phoenix:
Maya, you know we shouldn't do that!
Maya:
What are you talking about? That letter could be an important clue!
Phoenix:
No way. You can't just go reading a private letter because you feel like it.
Maya:
...Hmph! It's not just because I "feel like it". It really could be important!
Phoenix:
(If I was sure it was a clue, I guess I wouldn't mind...)
Masks and beard
Phoenix:
It's a bunch of cheap costume pieces arranged inside a nice frame.
Maya:
L-Look, Nick! It's a fake beard!
Phoenix:
There's also a mask made out of cardboard...
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Try on this fake beard! Come on! Try it on!
Phoenix:
H-Hey! Cut it out...
Maya:
Now put on the mask! ... Aha ha ha ha ha ha! It's Phoenix☆DeMasque! Let's borrow it for a while.
Phoenix:
(No way! I'm not stealing from a thief! I have enough bad karma as is!)
Oldbag's helmet and transceiver
Phoenix:
(Hmmm... This thing looks vaguely familiar.)
Maya:
Oh, I know! It's a fishbowl! Well, an upside-down one, anyway...
Phoenix:
I think it's a helmet. ...An alien helmet.
Maya:
And that looks like a tape recorder or something next to it.
Phoenix:
I think it's a transceiver. ...An alien transceiver.
Maya:
Nick... Do you think maybe you could act like a grown-up for a little bit?
Phoenix:
(Getting lectured by Maya to be more of an adult. That's a new low...)
DeMasque model
Maya:
It's Mask☆DeMasque!
Phoenix:
There's a tape recorder hanging from his neck.
Maya:
Let me see that!
...click...
DeMasque:
Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha... I'll be taking this crown now! Better luck next time, gentlemen! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
Maya:
... I don't get it... What's this supposed to be, Nick?
Torpedo
Maya:
Nick! It-It's a torpedo!
Phoenix:
...It's hard to believe, but it sure looks real.
Maya:
Where could he have picked up something like this?
Phoenix:
Please don't say that torpedoes are things people just leave lying around.
Books
Phoenix:
There are a bunch of books lying here. They're all romantic-sounding novels about famous heists and fantastic thieves.
Maya:
Wow! Look at all the bookmarks and notes stuck into them!
Phoenix:
Let's see here... "Note: Must remember this thief's way of laughing. Very useful." "Note: A calling card is an important part of any good thief's modus operandi!"
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
W-Wow, Ron really studied his stuff!
Talk
Ron DeLite
Phoenix:
Umm, about your husband...
Desirée:
Hee hee, isn't he cutest? A bit weak sometimes though...
Phoenix:
..."A bit"?
Desirée:
By the way, did you know they mentioned Maya on TV?
Maya:
Huh? Really!?
Desirée:
They said you own the urn and that you're doing some shady training at a law office now.
Phoenix:
(Remind me not to watch that channel's news program.)
Desirée:
After I saw that, I thought it might be a good idea to meet the lawyer they mentioned.
Phoenix:
...I see.
Desirée:
My Ronnie... He has a powerful imagination and gets deluded easily. He kept insisting he was going to surrender to the police. I didn't know what to do! "It was me! I stole that urn!" he kept saying! As if it was even possible!
Maya:
Huh...? B-But... Are you saying he didn't?
Desirée:
Ha ha ha. Of course he didn't! Why would my Ronnie ever do something like that?
Maya:
W-Well, you know... It's a p-priceless treasure! And-And he's... You know...
Phoenix:
(...Is it possible his own wife doesn't know his secret identity?)
Desirée DeLite
Desirée:
Me? I'm the kind of woman that needs excitement in her life!
Maya:
Oh... Excitement, huh?
Desirée:
Yes. I'm at my happiest when I'm racing along with my bike going at full throttle. Riding a motorcycle is like putting your life on the line. You know what I mean?
Phoenix:
(Well, I think that depends on how you ride it...)
Desirée:
I'm the type that can't stand living a boring, dreary old life with no action.
Maya:
No offense, but your husband, Ron, doesn't exactly look like the risk-taking type himself.
Desirée:
You're right about that. He's definitely not one for thrills and danger. But I do have to say that he makes up for it in other ways.
Phoenix:
Other ways...?
Desirée:
Yes, money... Ronnie is incredibly rich... And super generous. He bought me a bike that's so fast it would make our head spin. And shopping? I like to shop so much it makes Ron's head spin. The other day, it actually happened. His head actually started to spin.
Phoenix:
(Man, talk about a high maintenance wife...)
Maya:
So where does Mr. DeLite get all this money from?
Desirée:
Ronnie is a security guard. They put their lives on the line, right? So they get paid tons of money in return. Tons of it.
Phoenix:
(He's a security guard...? I think it's my turn for my head to spin...)
The night of the crime (appears after "Desirée DeLite")
Phoenix:
Can you tell us about what happened last night?
Desirée:
Hmm, what time did that incident take place again?
Phoenix:
What time was it again, Maya?
Maya:
Well, according to Detective Gumshoe, it was around 1:30 in the morning.
Desirée:
Ah, last night was horrible. I got pulled over!
Maya:
P-Pulled over?
Desirée:
Yes... I always do my best flying at night!
Phoenix:
H... Hideout?
Pearl:
"Flying"...? Um, you're talking about your motorcycle, right?
Desirée:
Yes. Anyway, last night I got pulled over. By a policeman. I can't believe he caught up to me! It was a great chase, let me tell you! When he finally caught me, the poor man was as white as a sheet. It was about three in the morning when I finally got home.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like she's got an airtight alibi...)
Maya:
Well, what about Mr. DeLite?
Desirée:
I don't really know... We weren't together at that time of the night. But when I got home, he was already fast asleep.
Phoenix:
(So basically he's got no alibi...)
Delusions (appears after presenting Mask☆DeMasque profile)
Phoenix:
So... When did Ron first become Mask☆DeMasque?
Desirée:
What are you talking about? He's not Mask☆DeMasque!
Phoenix:
Huh? But... W-Wait a second! Look around at this room! This place is obviously Mask☆DeMasque's hideout...
Desirée:
No no, you're totally wrong. A real thief's hideout wouldn't look like this! It's because Ronnie is so timid himself that he looks up to heroic figures.
Maya:
Heroic figures? But Mask☆DeMasque is a bad guy.
Phoenix:
(So he's "deluded", huh... Could that really be true?)
Desirée:
Anyway, if he really had stolen the urn, wouldn't he still have it?
Phoenix:
W-Well, I suppose so...
Desirée:
Then why don't you ask him if he has the urn or not?
Phoenix:
(She has a point. Mr. DeLite isn't exactly the criminal type... But something about Ron's behavior bothers me.)
Maya:
Maybe it's true... Maybe Mr. DeLite isn't Mask☆DeMasque after all.
Present
Treasure Exhibit Poster, Ami Fey's Golden Statue, Sacred Urn, or Shichishito
Desirée:
Ooh! That's so mysterious looking... I love old stuff like this!
Maya:
Really!? That's one of our most treasured possessions! There's going to be a whole exhibit at Lordly Tailor with these types of things!
Phoenix:
(Maya looks so happy. She's lit up like a 1,000 watt bulb.)
Desirée:
Terrific! You can count on Ronnie and me to be there! Sounds like fun!
Maya:
Huh! ...Oh, err, yeah... Ha ha ha...
Phoenix:
(Oops, looks like that light bulb is starting to flicker.)
DeMasque's Calling Card
Phoenix:
Umm, so what do you know about this...?
Maya:
No! You can't show her that, Nick! That emblem is top-secret! Don't you remember!?
Phoenix:
...Doh! Oops, sorry about that. (But the way she just said "top-secret" was a worse giveaway than what I did...)
Desirée:
Ooh! When I hear the word "top-secret", it just piques my interest like nothing else!
Desirée's Letter
Desirée:
Could you please give that to my Ronnie? The contents are very important.
Phoenix:
(*sigh* Back to the detention center I go...)
Phoenix Wright profile
Desirée:
So, Nicky boy, you're a lawyer, huh?
Phoenix:
Well, yeah.
Desirée:
How do you like it? I bet it's SO exciting!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, sometimes. Actually, a little too exciting at times.
Desirée:
Oooh! I just love a good thrill. Hmm... Nicky boy... It sounds like you have it so nice...
Phoenix:
(Um... This is starting to get awkward.)
Maya Fey profile
Desirée:
That's really amazing! A "Master" at your age!
Maya:
Oh no, you've got it wrong. It's my mother that's the current Master!
Desirée:
Oh, I see... So what exactly is she the master of anyway?
Maya:
Well, you see, it's li-
Phoenix:
Don't say it, Maya. If you say "spirit channeling", she'll laugh.
Maya:
Ouch... That hurt.
Mask☆DeMasque profile
Phoenix:
...Um, Ms. DeLite. You must know, right? About your husband and Mask☆DeMasque...
Desirée:
Mask☆DeMasque? Of course. I know all about it. My husband is his biggest fan.
Maya:
Yup... Wha...? ...Huh?
Phoenix:
B-Biggest fan?
Desirée:
Yes, and Ronnie can be pretty delusional sometimes. That's how this whole misunderstanding happened.
Phoenix:
W-Wait a minute! Did you say "delusional"!?
Desirée:
Yes, that's right. I just don't know what I'm going to do with him... You see, Ronnie actually believes that HE is Mask☆DeMasque!
Maya:
WH-WHAAAAT!? What are you talking about!?
Ron DeLite profile
Desirée:
I know he doesn't look it... But he can really get things done when he puts his mind to it.
Maya:
Really? So when exactly does he put his mind to it?
Desirée:
...Well. Not very often, I admit.
Phoenix:
(What exactly does Ms. DeLite see in her husband anyway?)
Maya:
Wow, you must've really seen skyrockets when you first met to love him so much!
Phoenix:
Skyrockets...? I didn't know people still used that word.
Desirée DeLite profile
Desirée:
As long as I've got my motorcycle and my Ronnie, I'm happy.
Maya:
Oh! That's so sweet!
Desirée:
Oh, that plus a little excitement and a little shopping money! ...THEN I'm happy.
Maya:
Now she's starting to sound a bit greedy... Don't you think, Nick?
Anything else
Phoenix:
Excuse me, but would you take a look at this...?
Desirée:
Oh, I'm sorry... I haven't the faintest idea. I guess I just don't get out enough.
After clearing all Talk options:
Desirée:
Say... Can I ask you something, Nicky boy?
Phoenix:
What is it?
Desirée:
I know I may seem like a "bad girl" on the outside... But the one thing I won't stand for is illegal activity.
Maya:
I had the feeling you didn't! You're tough... But I can tell you've got a good heart.
Desirée:
Somebody framed my poor Ronnie, I just know it. Umm... Could you give this to Ronnie for me?
Maya:
A letter?
Desirée:
Yes, for Ronnie. I want him to fight back.
Maya:
Ms. DeLite... OK, you've got it! Just relax and leave it all to us!
Desirée's Letter added to the Court Record.
Detention Center
Present
Desirée DeLite profile
Ron:
That's my lovely wife! Isn't she beautiful?
Phoenix:
Yeah, she sure is...
Pearl:
... *glare*
Phoenix:
(Whoo boy. The one topic I didn't want to get into in front of Pearls...)
Ron:
But... Dessie doesn't approve of my... "interests". So I'm afraid she doesn't like me anymore... What should I do? If I want to win her back, I'm really going to have to be super honest.
Phoenix:
(Oh boy. he's gone back into his own little world again...)
Desirée's Letter
Phoenix:
...Oh, that's right! Here. This is from your wife.
Ron:
Oh? From Dessie!? Thank you!
Letter given to Mask☆DeMasque. ...Actually, more like "taken".
Ron:
"My dear Ronnie, how are you? I'm doing fine..." ...
Phoenix:
(He's clutching onto that letter so hard, the ink is going to be squeezed out...)
Maya:
He looks so happy...
Pearl:
You should write a letter to Mystic Maya too, Mr. Nick!
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Desirée's Letter:
Ron:
... Umm... Mr. Lawyer?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Ron:
In the letter that Dessie wrote, she said... "Ask this guy to be your lawyer!"
Maya:
Huh...?
Ron:
Err, umm... I know this would be asking a lot, but... Could you please take my case? My trial starts tomorrow...
Maya:
Hey, hang on a second! He can't be your lawyer!
Phoenix:
Why not?
Maya:
What do you mean, "why not"!? We're the victims in this case, right!? Victims of this DeMasque guy!
Phoenix:
Well, yeah... But according to Desirée, he didn't do it...
Pearl:
She said, "Poor man, he's deluded himself into thinking he did it." Right, Mr. Nick?
Maya:
Come on! She could be lying to protect her husband!
Phoenix:
W-Well, that's true. ...Err, no actually not. Actually it's hard to say (...Oh no, it's spreading!)
Ron:
Oh, please! I'll give you the treasure of your choice in return...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... What should I do?)
Take his case
Phoenix:
...Well, Mr. DeLite, I've decided to give it a try. I'll defend you.
Ron:
Really? You will?
Maya:
Hey! What're you doing, Nick!?
Pearl:
He... He's a thief! You can't trust him!
Phoenix:
Well, he may be a thief... But I think there's more to this case than meets the eye.
Leads to:
"M-Mr. Nick...! I-I was wrong about you... I shouldn't have trusted you!"
Refuse his case
Maya:
Don't do it, Nick! He's a thief!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! I agree with Mystic Maya!
Phoenix:
(Well, I admit something about this guy stinks like last week's sushi. I guess I really should say no. But... If I do that, this poor guy will have nobody on his side!)
Phoenix:
...Well, Mr. DeLite, I've decided to take your case.
Ron:
Really? You will?
Leads to:
"M-Mr. Nick...! I-I was wrong about you... I shouldn't have trusted you!"
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick...! I-I was wrong about you... I shouldn't have trusted you!
Phoenix:
P-Pearls...?
Pearl:
I can't believe you'd defend this person after what he did to Mystic Maya...! I-I... I'll never forgive you... EVER! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Maya:
P-! Pearly...! Wait!
Phoenix:
(This is going to be ugly...)
Maya:
I-I'll go after her!
Ron:
Umm... Sorry about that. I didn't mean to cause any trouble...
Phoenix:
Well... You couldn't have known she'd react like that. (I guess I might as well start investigating...) Oh, Maya... Where's Pearls?
Maya:
She said she's going back to the office. Go check in on her later, would you?
Phoenix:
And what about you...? Are you OK with me taking Mr. DeLite's case...?
Maya:
Y-Yeah... I'm fine, Nick. I believe in you.
Phoenix:
... *sniffle* (I think I'm going to cry.)
Ron:
Umm... I, err... I know you have a lot of work to do... I... I really appreciate it.
Maya:
OK, Nick! Let's get this show on the road!
Examine
Security camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera. The camera doesn't seem to have a lot to tape right now. The only thing it's watching now is that guard over there.
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. It looks like he doesn't have much to do right now. I can tell because he's looking at the camera and making funny faces.
October 12Wright & Co. Law Offices
Pearl:
Ah... Mr. Nick! W-Welcome back!
Phoenix:
Oh, hey Pearls. You're back too, I see.
Pearl:
I, um... I went and bought us a strawberry cake! I'll go make some tea to go with it!
Phoenix:
Hey, uh Pearls... ...
Maya:
It looks like she feels really bad about what happened at the detention center...
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick...! I-I was wrong about you... I shouldn't have trusted you! I-I... I'll never forgive you... EVER!
Pearl:
Mystic Maya! The tea is ready!
Maya:
Oh... Thanks...
Pearl:
Come on, Mr. Nick! Please have some of this cake!
Phoenix:
Yeah... Thanks. Umm, Pearls?
Pearl:
Oh! Ex-Excuse me... I was in the middle of cleaning the toilet...!
Phoenix:
Hey, it's OK! I just cleaned it this morning...
Maya:
Too late...
Phoenix:
(...This might be a good time for me to ask about her.)
Examine
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Charley. A quite decorative plant. When she was alive, Mia really loved it. She even went so far as to make it our mascot. No matter how busy I get, I never forget to water this little fella.
Mia's desk
Phoenix:
It's my desk. I don't get to use it much, so the dust bunnies are starting to mount their assault. Hm? Today it's sparkly clean. I guess Pearls must've wiped them out for me.
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. These were all Mia's... Wow, I just realized I didn't buy a single one of these.
Talk
Pearl
Phoenix:
(I first met Pearls a year ago... It was when that murder happened at Kurain Village. I still remember what she said to me when we first met...)
Pearl:
You... You're Mr. Nick, right? You're... You're Mystic Maya's "special someone"...
Phoenix:
...Hey, Maya. I've always thought it was because she was young, but... 
Maya:
But what...?
Phoenix:
Pearls... I think she's got the wrong idea. About... you and I.
Maya:
Huh!? Err, I... ...Umm...There's something you need to understand...
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it?
Maya:
Umm... It's kind of like a Kurain Village custom... Sort of.
Maya
Phoenix:
Pearls seems to love you a lot.
Maya:
Well, it's because I'm her only cousin. And... Well... Because of the murder case last year, Pearly's mother is...
Phoenix:
Oh yeah...
Phoenix:
(I remember now... Pearls's mother, Morgan Fey... She's serving a prison term in isolation right now...)
Maya:
So you see? I'm the only family Pearly has right now... But... It's the same for me, too.
Phoenix:
Maya...
Maya:
My mother's gone, too...
Kurain Village Custom (appears after "Pearl")
Maya:
There are hardly any men in Kurain Village.
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it, I actually saw any men there when I visited.
Maya:
I'm pretty sure I told you about it a long time ago... About how spiritual powers run very strong in the Fey family.
Phoenix:
Yeah, you did. And that's why you're undergoing training to be a spirit medium, right?
Maya:
Yeah... The thing is, only women can actually inherit the spiritual power. That's why the whole culture of Kurain Village kinda revolves around its women.
Phoenix:
Well, that's understandable... Nothing wrong with that.
Maya:
Yeah, but because of that... There tends to be a lot of unsuccessful marriages.
Phoenix:
Oh?
Maya:
Well, men start to feel left out after a while, and then they just start leaving. ...Especially if the man has a daughter.
Phoenix:
Are you saying that Pearl's father...?
Maya:
...He's gone. He left the village when she was very young.
Phoenix:
Boy, that's tough...
Maya:
Yeah, and she grew up seeing nothing but unhappy marriages all around her. That's why she's so sensitive to things like that.
Maya's mother (appears after "Maya")
Phoenix:
So your mother's still missing...?
Maya:
Yeah... And no one has any idea where she is.
Phoenix:
(Maya's mother... Misty Fey. The current Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique. She disappeared 17 years ago after getting involved in a certain police case.)
Phoenix:
...But you're sure she's still alive, right?
Maya:
Yeah... I know she is... It's sort of a spirit medium thing...
Phoenix:
And if your mother doesn't come back, then what...?
Maya:
Then according to the laws of the village, I'll become the next Master.
Phoenix:
Mystic Maya... The Master of the Kurain Technique... Sounds like a heavy responsibility.
Maya:
Yeah, but there's no one else with the blood of the Fey main family who's a spirit medium.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
So you've still got that badge, I see.
Phoenix:
Huh? Well, I'm a lawyer, aren't I?
Maya:
Yeah, but I guess I just didn't think you'd keep on being one for this long. You have to admit, you've had some close brushes with death because of your job.
Phoenix:
(...I fail to see how being a lawyer is more dangerous than channeling dead people.)
Treasure Exhibit Poster or Sacred Urn
Maya:
You know, I thought we'd finally found the urn.
Phoenix:
Yeah, if only Ron DeLite were Mask☆DeMasque, we'd have figured it all out.
Maya:
Huh? You mean he's NOT Mask☆DeMasque?
Phoenix:
Well, Desirée says he isn't and I believe her.
Maya:
Hmm... The mystery gets deeper and deeper.
Phoenix:
Yeah, and the trial starts tomorrow... as usual.
DeMasque's Calling Card
Phoenix:
So this was made by the real Mask☆DeMasque, huh?
Maya:
Yup, Detective Gumshoe said it was the real thing. "One look at this mark and you know it's the real deal, pal."
Phoenix:
Yeah, but you do realize whose deductive reasoning skills we're talking about, right...?
Shichishito
Maya:
This sword... It has a strange aura surrounding it. It's like it's infused with a spirit of both anger and tragedy.
Phoenix:
Well, I'd be mad too if somebody bent me the way they bent this sword.
Maya:
...Yeah, I guess that could be it.
Phoenix Wright profile
Maya:
When did you first get that porcupine cut?
Phoenix:
...Um, it's been like this ever since I was a little kid.
Maya:
What!? You mean that's the way your hair is naturally? I thought you had some sort of special "Phoenix Cut" deal with the barber. I mean... You usually only see hair like that in a video game.
Mia Fey profile
Phoenix:
If it wasn't for Mia, I wouldn't be the person I am today.
Maya:
Yeah, she told me you used to really be useless. Compared to how unreliable you were then, you actually seem responsible now. ...Actually, you haven't changed that much, I guess.
Phoenix:
(Maya praised me for a change! ...Hey, wait a second...)
Pearl Fey profile
Maya:
I'm so sorry that Pearly said what she did.
Phoenix:
Oh, It's fine... It-It was nothing... (I'm going to have to smooth things over with Pearls later somehow...)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe's on this case too, huh.
Phoenix:
He seems to show up during all of our cases. It can't be a coincidence.
Maya:
Maybe it's a sign that our fates are destined to be woven together for all time!
Phoenix:
Yeah, that'd be a real Beauty and the Beast kind of fairy tale, wouldn't it.
Mask☆DeMasque or Ron DeLite profile
Maya:
So the real identity of Mask☆DeMasque is... ...Ron DeLite, right?
Phoenix:
That's what Mr. DeLite claims. ...But I'm not too convinced about something he said.
Maya:
Huh? About what?
Phoenix:
About the Sacred Urn. Didn't he sound a little vague on the subject?
Maya:
Yeah, now that you mention it, he said that he simply "lost it", right?
Phoenix:
(I have this distinct feeling that he's hiding something. I just know it...)
Luke Atmey profile
Maya:
That Detective Atmey guy really surprised me. There was this certain something about the way he said, "Zvarri!"
Phoenix:
Well he did manage to get back the treasure that the Mask guy stole last time, right? And he did it by himself, too.
Maya:
Yeah, I guess. ...That case has certainly made him famous.
Phoenix:
It looks like he does deserve to be called "Ace Detective" after all.
Desirée DeLite profile
Maya:
That Desirée sure is cool! I love that whole motorcycle thing! The way she laughs in the face of death... I want to try it myself!
Phoenix:
I thought you only knew how to ride a bike...
Maya:
Hey! Don't forget, Nick, that it's an electric bike!
Phoenix:
...E-Electric? So young and already so lazy. Whatever happened to good old exercise?
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you think about this?
Maya:
Hmmm... It seems like it has something to do with this case... But I'm not really sure...
After clearing all Talk options:
Maya:
Well, Nick! Why don't we go out and start investigating? We're not going to learn anything just sitting around the office!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know... But... First I want to talk to Pearls...
Pearl:
...Umm, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah...?
Pearl:
I... I acted like a baby.
Phoenix:
Pearls...
Pearl:
I doubted you... Even though Mystic Maya trusted you completely... I guess I still have a lot of training to do. Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Pearl:
I... From the bottom of my heart, I apologize for what I said!
Phoenix:
Aww, it's OK! I'm the one that should be apologizing!
Pearl:
Well, I'm going out now for a little bit.
Phoenix:
Huh!? Wh-Where are you going...?
Pearl:
I may be small, but I still have a lot of spirit channeling power! So I'm going to show you I can be useful too... By finding some evidence!
Phoenix:
Hey! W-Wait a...! (Ack! She sure runs fast...)
Maya:
Nick... Let's back off and give her some room, OK?
Phoenix:
...Yeah.
October 12
Lordly TailorMain Exhibition Hall
Andrews:
M-Maya...!
Maya:
Oh, Ms. Andrews...
Andrews:
I'm so sorry! It's my fault! ...Your precious urn! Your... precious... UUUUURNNN!!!
Phoenix:
Please! C-Calm down! What's wrong?
Andrews:
*sniffle* It never ends! Everything I touch ends in failure! Maya, I'm sorry...! I'll do anything to make it up to you!
Maya:
N-No, it's okay, don--
Andrews:
I know I don't look it, but I'm good with my hands. I could make you another urn.
Maya:
Hold on, just wait, OK? Breathe, calm down and talk to us.
Andrews:
F-Forgive me! Forgive me!
Examine
Cushion
Phoenix:
That's probably where the Sacred Urn was going to be displayed.
Maya:
Yeah, I guess so...
Phoenix:
Should I put my attorney's badge there? You know, as a replacement? 
Maya:
Hmm... I think it's a little too small for that. What about my Magatama?
Phoenix:
Now you're being silly... That's definitely too small.
Folding screen
Maya:
It's the folding screen of Kurain Sacred Writings. But I can't read what it says on it.
Phoenix:
Really? But I thought it was some kind of important spell!
Maya:
Ahh, yeah. My mother read it and taught me to memorize it. I'll be in trouble if I ever forget it.
Phoenix:
(Looks like the Kurain Channeling School is teetering dangerously on the edge...)
Kurain Village diorama
Maya:
Wow, this is incredible! It's a tiny version of my Kurain Village! Hey! I've got a great idea! We can make a miniature of your office, Nick!
Phoenix:
I don't know about that. The whole place is overflowing with junk. You'd be die before you finish painstakingly recreating that mess.
Maya:
Well, we could always clean it up first.
Phoenix:
*shrug* true.
Talk
DeMasque's calling card
Phoenix:
Umm... So when did you get the calling card from Mask☆DeMasque?
Andrews:
Let's see... Exactly 10 days ago. I was going to show it to the police... But that detective stopped me.
Maya:
Um, so you asked Detective Atmey to help with security?
Andrews:
Yes. In fact, it was about 20 days ago that I hired him. He seemed to know much more about Mask☆DeMasque than the police.
Phoenix:
So you hired him for security even before the calling card arrived?
Andrews:
Well, yes. I had a premonition that something bad might happen... I've learned to trust my hunches!
Phoenix:
So that's why there are security cameras, even in the basement warehouse?
Andrews:
Yes. Lordly Tailor is very serious about their security measures. It was their way of saying, "Bring it on!" to any potential thieves... 
Phoenix:
(Well, he sure "brought it" last night... And even left with a nice souvenir.)
The security
Maya:
Um, can you tell us a bit about the security for the Treasure Exhibit?
Andrews:
It was all my fault! I never should have called this paltry little collection a "treasure exhibit" anyway... 
Phoenix:
Why do you say that? The urn that was stolen is a pretty important object...
Andrews:
Maybe, but it's actual value after appraisal was... well, practically zero.
Maya:
Zero!?
Andrews:
I polished it until it was just about glowing... I thought maybe I could make it looks more valuable!
Maya:
B-But that urn contains the soul of Mystic Ami...
Andrews:
Anyway, I left all the security arrangements to Detective Atmey. But... Five days ago, I began receiving all sorts of other exhibit items from Kurain. Lots of people started going in and out of the warehouse down there.
Maya:
So maybe one of them was actually Mask☆DeMasque in disguise...!
Andrews:
No, I personally checked out everyone that came through here, so that's not possible.
Phoenix:
(Knowing Adrian, she probably even checked out what they ate for breakfast that morning.)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Umm... Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
I know, I know! It's all my fault! But what's done is done... I'll make it up by making a new urn for you...
Phoenix:
(I'm just wasting my time. She's too far gone...)
Lordly Tailor, Basement Warehouse
Examine
Security camera
Phoenix:
I wonder if that detective brought this camera in with him?
Maya:
Good question! Let's take a look at it. ...Huh? It says "Property of Lordly Tailor" on it.
Phoenix:
So it's borrowed...?
Maya:
Kind of strange for an "Ace Detective", don't you think?
Computer
Phoenix:
According to the computer data... ...someone did in fact go through those big doors last night, right?
Maya:
Yeah, I guess so. The shutter did go off once, you know.
Wooden box
Phoenix:
That pathetic-looking wooden box...
Maya:
Ahh!! That's the box that had the Sacred Urn on it!
Phoenix:
Don't touch it! There may be clues to the thief's identity on there!
Maya:
Grr... I worked so hard to make that box!
Phoenix:
Huh!? You MADE that poor excuse for a box, Maya?
Maya:
What's that supposed to mean!? And I-I was so proud of it... *sniffle sniffle*
Phoenix:
(Poor Maya. Maybe it'd have been better if Mask☆DeMasque had taken the box, too...)
Shichishito
Maya:
I'm really starting to like this thing. It's so cool-looking. I'd like to strap it to my waist and walk around town like a samurai.
Phoenix:
Careful. Gumshoe will lock you up and throw away the key if you're caught.
Door to the storeroom
Maya:
Our precious urn was right there on the other side of these doors.
Phoenix:
Yeah. and according to the security computer data...
Maya:
Someone was in there last night. Grrr... What I'd like to do to him...!
Spilled paint
Phoenix:
It looks to me like it's been dry for several days.
Maya:
There's something suspicious about this paint mark. The bottom left part of it is shaped oddly and it's shocking pink.
Phoenix:
...I don't see how the color of the paint is in any way important.
Golden Ami statue
Phoenix:
When we were here with Ms. Andrews last night, the statue wasn't there it is now.
Maya:
Yeah, it was right next to the door, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
Well, if someone moved it, it was probably the criminal.
Maya:
Maybe he didn't like being watched by Mystic Ami while he stole the urn.
Phoenix:
...Hey! Cut it out! You're giving me the creeps with that kind of talk!
After clearing all Talk options at Wright & Co. Law Offices and clearing "The security" Talk option at Lordly Tailor, Main Exhibition Hall:
October 12
Atmey Detective Agency
Maya:
Hello?
???:
...Well, well. How lovely it is to see you again, my dear.
Atmey:
Welcome to my abode! Relax! and soak up the atmosphere...
Phoenix:
Err, umm... We're actually kind of...
Atmey:
SHHH! SILENCE! ... Hee hee hee hee hee... Precisely as I expected.
Maya:
Wh-What is?
Atmey:
...Zvarri! The truth has once again been elegantly revealed to me! A lawyer, and... a spirit medium. ...Am I correct?
Maya:
...Umm. I think we've already been through this.
Atmey:
Ha! So my estimation was correct! Zvarri! ...How truly elegant. Now then, what can I do for you?
Examine
Gramophone
Maya:
Aaah! So the music in this room is coming from here!
Atmey:
"Luke Atmey Elegy" composed by Luke Atmey. This lovely device is called a "gramophone". In days of yore, people listened to music on them.
Maya:
Aha! That's just what I thought! I told you so, Nick!
Phoenix:
...
Atmey's painting
Maya:
That's quite a large portrait of yourself you have there...
Atmey:
Yes. I wanted it to say to everyone who saw it, "Look at me, Luke Atmey!" With a model so fine, I knew the portrait would also be aesthetically pleasing!
Maya:
...Um, that's nice.
Fireplace
Maya:
Aaah! There's a cold breeze coming from this hearth!
Atmey:
Hee hee hee hee... It seems you've fallen for my little deception. You see, this fireplace conceals a rather unexpected device. ...Yes! A high-tech air conditioner!
Maya:
Wh-Why would you put an air conditioner in there?
Atmey:
In the summer it acts as an air conditioner and in the winter, it's a heater. Clever?
Talk
The night of the crime
Phoenix:
You mentioned before that you were on guard all alone last night.
Atmey:
Precisely. This is my fifth encounter with my arch-enemy. I refuse to allow anyone to interfere with the rightful pursuit of my prey.
Maya:
I heard you've been after Mask☆DeMasque since his very first theft?
Atmey:
Yes, my dear. I see you've done your homework. In his very first heist, that vile thief pilfered the famous jewel, the "Tear of Emanon"! I first encountered him in the museum's sacred hall. The crime scene itself!
Maya:
So... that's why you were hired as security for the Treasure Exhibit?
Phoenix:
(I'm pretty sure he said that Adrian Andrews hired him...)
Atmey:
Yes, I borrowed some equipment from Lordly Tailor and set the perfect trap.
Phoenix:
You must mean the security camera...
Maya:
But I thought you were watching the area yourself, too. So how did Mask☆DeMasque manage to steal the urn?
Phoenix:
That's the million dollar question... What is DeMasque's modus operandi?
Sacred Urn
Maya:
Umm... Mr. Atmey? Did you know about the Sacred Urn?
Atmey:
I'm interested in only one thing my dear, and that is Mask☆DeMasque! Sacred Urn...? Pfft! That has nothing to do with this case.
Phoenix:
But... wasn't that what Mask☆DeMasque stole this time?
Atmey:
I am hunter, sir! That urn was nothing more than a lure to catch my prey. Do you yourselves remember the shape of the individual peanuts you throw to pigeons?
Maya:
...I don't think I like this guy's attitude, Nick.
Atmey:
Well anyway, it looks like he doesn't know about the urn.
DeMasque's M.O. (appears after "The night of the crime")
Maya:
Umm... There's something that's kind of bothering me.
Atmey:
Please, my dear, ask me anything you like. After all, we are all but seekers, wandering alone in the dark.
Maya:
Well, I was wondering how Mask☆DeMasque managed to steal the urn. I mean, isn't it strange that you don't seem to know?
Atmey:
...
Phoenix:
Yeah, now that you mention it, it is strange. After all, you were on guard that night at the scene of the crime. Unless you were sound asleep, you should have at least seen Mask☆DeMasque.
Atmey:
...
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Phoenix:
Wh-What the!? It's a Psyche-Lock...
Maya:
Ps-Psyche Lock...?
DeMasque's M.O. (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey... You must know more than you're letting on. How did Mask☆DeMasque manage to steal the Sacred Urn...?
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Atmey:
In order for a secret to remain a secret, it must be kept secret.
Phoenix:
(Last night Luke Atmey must have encountered Mask☆DeMasque... But why would he be trying to hide it...?)
Maya:
Nick! Go for it! Let's break that Psyche-Lock of his!
Phoenix:
(...I don't really think she understands what she's talking about. Well, it's been a while, but let's give this a shot...)
Psyche-Lock (appears after "DeMasque's M.O.", before breaking Psyche-Lock)
Maya:
Hey, Nick, what is the Psyche-Lock thing?
Phoenix:
Well, your magatama lets me see when people are keeping secrets. By breaking their mental "locks", I can find out what those secrets are.
Maya:
Whaaaaat!? This Magatama has THAT kind of power!?
Phoenix:
... Maya, you're the one who gave me this Magatama last year...
Maya:
...Well, it's true that this Magatama is a prized Fey family heirloom, but... Pearly was the one that actually imbued it with spiritual powers, right? That's why I don't really know much about what it can do.
Phoenix:
(This is the woman that's going to take over the Kurain Channeling School someday!?)
Maya:
So how do you do it? How do you break the Psyche-Lock thing?
Phoenix:
...Well, you present the Magatama to the person with the secret.
Maya:
...Cool! I can't wait to see it in action! Come on! Try it out!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy... I think the future Master still needs to learn how to be patient...)
Present
Ron DeLite profile
Atmey:
This man surrendered to the police, admitting that he was Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
Maybe so... But I'm not convinced that he's really behind the thefts.
Atmey:
He is.
Maya:
...He sounds pretty sure.
Atmey:
Just look at his forehead. It's all in the shape of his mouth and eyes... This is the classic face of a thief. It is unmistakable!
Maya:
Is there anything that isn't "unmistakable" to you...
Anyone else
Phoenix:
What about this person here, Detective Atmey?
Atmey:
...
Maya:
Is something wrong? Did the cat get your tongue or something?
Atmey:
That photo leaves me with a distinctly indistinct feeling.
Phoenix:
Ummm...
Atmey:
In this case, I'm afraid my perspicacity has been left wanting.
Phoenix:
(I think he's trying to say that he doesn't have any information...)
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
-- Mask☆DeMasque's M. O.  --
Phoenix:
Detective Atmey, you were standing guard at the scene of the crime... There's no way you didn't see Mask☆DeMasque commit the crime.
Atmey:
Well now, I can hardly see why you're so positive about that. Yes, indeed I was guarding the warehouse. That much is true. But I can tell you for certain that not a single person passed through that door.
Phoenix:
(I'm not sure why... But this Atmey guy is lying through his teeth. ...I know. I'll show him some proof!) Detective Atmey, I have here proof that someone went through that door last night!
Present Camera Data
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There was a security camera set up at the scene of the crime."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Atmey:
How very interesting that you would present such a thing to me, Luke Atmey, Ace Detective. Unfortunately... It is meaningless. You need to go home, take a long, cold shower and get a good night's rest, Sir Lawyer.
Phoenix:
(I guess that's a miss...)
Atmey:
Well then...? Is there something else I can do for you?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Maybe I don't have enough evidence yet. If that's true, it could be dangerous for me to push on. But I need to break him!)
Leads back to:
"Detective Atmey, I have here proof that someone went through that door last night!"
Phoenix:
There was a security camera set up at the scene of the crime. It should have automatically taken a photo of anyone that went through that door.
Atmey:
...Precisely.
Phoenix:
I hope you don't mind, but we've already gotten our hands on the camera data. As you can see, the camera went off exactly once last night.
Atmey:
Wha...! B-But my monocle didn't catch anyone in its flash! It must be some kind of computer malfunction... It-It must be...!
Phoenix:
Maybe it was your monocle that malfunctioned.
Atmey:
Wh-What!? Are you saying that I didn't do my duty properly?
Phoenix: 
Detective Atmey. You must have seen the thief last night. The question is why are you trying to hide it! (If he's hiding it, there must be some reason! Some reason that he desperately wants to keep hidden... And I've got just the piece of evidence that should prove it!) OK, let's suppose you didn't manage to see Mask☆DeMasque. In that case, the reason you didn't at that time was because you were...
fast asleep.
Leads to:
"...I'm afraid that making a guess is not enough."
using the bathroom.
Leads to:
"...I'm afraid that making a guess is not enough."
unconscious.
Leads to:
"...I'm afraid that making a guess is not enough."
Atmey:
...I'm afraid that making a guess is not enough. Time to put your money where your mouth is. Show me your evidence!
Present Shichishito (after choosing "Unconscious" option)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
Detective Atmey... You were knocked unconscious by the thief, weren't you!?
Otherwise
Phoenix:
Take that!
Atmey:
...May I give you a piece of good advice, Sir Lawyer?
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it?
Atmey:
...A guess is not the same as a theory. Not scientifically, anyway. You need to go home, take a long, cold shower and get a good night's rest, Sir Lawyer.
Phoenix:
(Argh! I guess I need to think this over again!)
Leads back to:
"Detective Atmey. You must have seen the thief last night."
Phoenix:
Detective Atmey... You were knocked unconscious by the thief, weren't you!?
Atmey:
Ha ha ha! Surely you must be joking... You think that I, Luke Atmey, could be knocked unconscious so easily!?
Phoenix:
This sword proves it!
Atmey:
...! Th-That's...
Phoenix:
Before the theft, this sword was in the hand of the statue of Ami Fey. Furthermore... at that time, it was not bent.
Atmey:
Aaah... Err...
Phoenix:
...There's only one explanation. You were struck on the head and knocked unconscious by this sword! Well, Detective!? What about it!?
Atmey:
...I'm impressed. You truly are an "Ace Attorney"...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
DeMasque's M.O. (after breaking Psyche-Lock)
Atmey:
I can't deny that there may be a small hint of "truth" in what you say.
Maya:
So, you were knocked out when the thief first clobbered you?
Atmey:
Clobber... What an ugly way of saying it. But I suppose you could put it that way. The coward struck at the precise moment that I turned to look at the computer.
Maya:
So you never noticed that the thief had entered the warehouse?
Atmey:
No, the coward must have wormed his way in through somewhere besides the door... Perhaps the air ducts or the sewer pipes... Then my arch-nemesis struck me on the head from behind with this gruesome item here!
Maya:
Ouch. He should have his poor head examined.
Phoenix:
You can say that again. How could he have underestimated the thief that badly?
Shichishito updated in the Court Record.
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
Well it looks like we got one thing cleared up anyway.
Maya:
Huh? What? That Atmey is the greatest Ace Detective in the world?
Phoenix:
No, that he never actually saw the thief.
Maya:
Oh... that's right! So the thief may not even be Mask☆DeMasque...
Atmey:
Just one moment, Sir Lawyer! The thief was unquestionably Mask☆DeMasque!
Maya:
But you never actually saw him!
Atmey:
Perhaps so, but I installed a security camera for just such a contingency.
Maya:
Oh...
Atmey:
Last night, the camera went off exactly once. Behold! This is a photo of the dastardly thief, taken by the security camera!
Phoenix:
...Th-That's him!
Maya:
M-Mask☆DeMasque...!
Security Camera Photo added to the Court Record.
Atmey:
The thief can be none other than the arch-criminal, Mask☆DeMasque. After all, he has a very good reason for committing such brazen crimes.
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you talking about?
Talk
DeMasque's reason
Phoenix:
So... What did you mean by he had a "very good reason"?
Atmey:
Exactly that. Mr. DeLite had a very good reason to dress up and commit those crimes. There should be a green envelope somewhere in his room. ...You'll need to go and investigate.
Maya:
B-But how would you know about that...?
Atmey:
Hmph. Have you forgotten? You're speaking to the finest Ace Detective ever to walk on the face of the earth! The most brilliant mind since ...well, EVER! Luke Atmey!
Phoenix:
(*sigh* Well, I guess we'd better go take a look, just in case...)
DeMasque's Hideout, after clearing "DeMasque's reason" Talk option at Atmey Detective Agency
Examine
Green envelope
Leads to:
"Hey! Nick! Remember what Detective Atmey said!?"
Maya:
Hey! Nick! Remember what Detective Atmey said!?
Atmey:
Exactly that. Mr. DeLite had a very good reason to dress up and commit those crimes. There should be a green envelope somewhere in his room. ...You'll need to go and investigate.
Phoenix:
A green envelope, huh... Looks like this is it.
Maya:
OK! Let's have a look! "If you don't want your true identity revealed to the world... ...come to KB Security at 1:00 AM on October 12th and bring $50,000." F-F-F-Fifty thousand...!
Phoenix:
Th-Th... This is a... B-B-Blackmail letter... (It sure looks like a major clue alright!)
Blackmail Letter added to the Court Record.
...*ding-dong*...
Desirée:
Oh! Someone's at the door! I'll be right back. Won't take but a second, I promise. (Oh, thank you for coming! That's so nice of you!)
???:
(When I see a damsel in distress, I just can't help myself!)
Desirée:
(Please, come on in! I'll make some coffee.)
???:
(Really? OK, I guess I'll make myself at home, pretty lady!)
Phoenix:
(...Wait a minute. I know that voice...)
Desirée:
Oh, Nicky boy, I'm so sorry, but I've got another guest!
???:
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!! You... You're... Nick, it's you! And Maya, too! What a fluke!
Maya:
Ah...! Larry! Long time no see!
Desirée:
What? You know each other?
Butz:
Ni... "Nicky boy"!? Nick, do you and this girl have... you know... something going on?
Phoenix:
"S-Something"? If you mean what I thin--
Butz:
I underestimated you, Nick! A gorgeous lady like this? ...And married, too? Way to go, dude!
Phoenix:
(I knew it. Just when things can't get any worse, it's time to cue in the Butz.)
Phoenix:
Larry Butz... Ever since grade school, he's been... Not exactly a close friend, but yeah, we know each other.
Butz:
Hey, man, that wasn't nice! I was your very first client!
Phoenix:
It's been 25 years since I first met Larry. And what we used to say still rings true. When something smells, it's usually the Butz.
Butz:
Hey, come on now! You're embarrassing me! And in front of this pretty little thing here...
Desirée:
So you two are old childhood friends, I see. That's so sweet! You two go ahead and catch up on old times. I'm going to go check on my bike. 
Butz:
Nice girl, that Dessie... So how have ya been, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Too busy if you really want to know...)
Examine
Green envelope
Phoenix:
So Ron received a blackmail letter, huh?
Maya:
Do you think Ms. DeLite knows about this?
Phoenix:
Well if she did, I don't think she would've been smiling like that.
Maya:
I wonder if we should tell her about it...
Phoenix:
I think it'd be smarter if we didn't.
Talk
Larry Butz
Phoenix:
So what have you been up to this whole time? It's been two years since I heard from you. And what's with these clothes? You look... well, weird.
Butz:
Hey man, that's uncalled for. This is my uniform, from a my part-time job! But I can't believe it's been two years. They say time flies when you're having fun. Ha ha ha ha... Ah ha... Ha... ...ha?
Phoenix:
Wh-What's wrong?
Butz:
Nick... I gotta tell you. Women. ...I don't trust'em anymore.
Phoenix:
You got dumped again?
Butz:
Well, you know Bennifer? I followed her all the way to Tibet 2 years ago. That's where I met the famous Katty Tom, and my whole life changed.
Phoenix:
"Bennifer"? "Katty Tom"? I never heard of either of them.
Butz:
Anyway... Dude! Katty Tom chose Hollywood over me! Can you believe it?
Maya:
Well, actually... Anyway sounds like you had quite the adventure.
Butz:
Women! They're so... so... Aaaah! Oh... B-But you're different, Maya. You're not like the rest.
Phoenix:
(...Looks like he's still the same old Larry.)
Why you came here
Phoenix:
So what are you doing here anyway?
Butz:
Huh...? What do you mean by that? I'm just a natural-born nice guy, that's all. Well, actually... I picked this up last night while I was working.
Phoenix:
...A wallet? You say you found this last night?
Butz:
Yeah, it had a driver's license in it, so I figured I'd just return it myself.
Ron's wallet added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Hang on... Let me see that for a minute. ... I know it. Dessie's picture is in here.
Butz:
Yeah, I guess he really digs his wife, huh? ... Hey, Nick... It's not what you're thinking at all!
Phoenix:
No, I'm pretty sure it is. You haven't changed a bit.
Butz:
Aw, no way man! I mean, she's a married woman! That's just bad news!
Phoenix:
(He's really IS here just to check out Ms. DeLite...)
Maya:
So you said you found it at your job, right?
Butz:
Yeah! I'm working for a private security company as a guard! Chicks just love a guy in uniform, you know!
Phoenix:
(A security guard, huh. So that's what that uniform is all about...)
Wallet (appears after "Why you came here")
Phoenix:
So what time was it when you found this last night?
Butz:
Huh? Why are you asking that!? Trying to see if I've got an "alibi"!?
Phoenix:
(Umm... You're not the one on the hook for a crime this time, buddy.)
Butz:
I guess it was around 1:00 in the morning on the first floor of our company building.
Phoenix:
(What was Mr. DeLite's wallet doing there...?)
Butz:
...Anyway, there's nothing weird about that. After all, he works here.
Maya:
He... works there? You mean... Mr. DeLite?
Butz:
Sure. Here, take a look at this. It's right there in his wallet.
Maya:
What's this card?
Butz:
It's a key card for the security company. Hey! It's got a serial number on it right there. There's no mistake about it.
Phoenix:
You said you were working part-time at a "security company", right?
Butz:
That's right. ...Wh-Why are you making that scary face?
Phoenix:
("Security company", huh... Something's not quite secure about Larry working there... I need to find out as much as I can about this key card...)
Key Card added to the Court Record.
KB Security (appears after presenting Blackmail Letter)
Phoenix:
KB Security, the company in the blackmail letter! You know about it!?
Butz:
That's where I work, yeah. In fact, I'm on the job right now.
Maya:
Huh...? So what are you doing here then?
Butz:
Well, the boss is away right now, and you know what mice do when the cat's away...
Phoenix:
...Yes, yes. *sigh* Anyway, how far away is this company?
Butz:
Lemme see... About 30 minutes by car, I guess... Well, if you fly down the road, anyway.
Phoenix:
Hmm. Well, this apartment building is pretty close to Lordly Tailor, right?
Maya:
And it would take roughly an hour to go from here to KB Security and back.
Phoenix:
If Ron DeLite was at KB Security when the robbery occurred, then...
Maya:
Whoa...! Then he couldn't have stolen Sacred Urn!
Present
Treasure Exhibit Poster, Ami Fey's Golden Statue, Sacred Urn, or Shichishito
Phoenix:
Larry, this is one of the treasures from Kurain Village...
Butz:
Be serious, Nick! I couldn't care less about mystic mumbo jumbo stuff!
Maya:
...
Butz:
Ah! Of course Maya is a different story!
Phoenix:
(Talk about your mixed messages...)
Blackmail Letter
Phoenix:
Hey Larry, what about this?
Butz:
What? If you've got something to say, then say it already! ... Huh...? A blackmail letter!?
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this?
Butz:
Wh-Wha-What? I don't know anything about Alexis! And that's the truth!
Phoenix:
... Huh? What?
Butz:
I-I can't believe you'd do this to me! I thought you were my friend! Fifty thousand dollars! I don't have that kind of money!
Phoenix:
No, no, you don't understand! This blackmail letter was sent to Ron DeLite!
Butz:
Wheeeew! Man, you scared me!! I almost had a heart attack, you idiot!
Phoenix:
Wait, I'm the idiot!?
Butz:
Man, I was totally confused because it says, "KB Security" right on the envelope.
Maya:
Um, yeah... So what?
Butz:
That's where I've got a part-time job! At KB Security!
Maya:
Wh... Whaaaat!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like I should really find out some more about this KB Security company!)
Ron's Wallet
Phoenix:
You didn't touch anything in the wallet, did you?
Butz:
Hey man, be serious! You know what I was interested in!
Phoenix:
(If Mask☆DeMasque doesn't look out, he's gonna be the victim of a robbery himself!)
Key Card
Phoenix:
So you're sure about this key card?
Butz:
Yup. That's the key card they use at the building I work in. According to the serial number, this one is for the CEO's office. You need it to get into that room, and every time you use that card, it leaves a record.
Maya:
It leaves a record?
Butz:
Yeah, it tells you exactly who entered the room and when.
Phoenix:
Larry! I need that data...!
Butz:
Whoa! Slow down, man! Sorry, but that data is off limits to outsiders. If I lost this job, I'd never have a chance with Dessie...
Phoenix:
(It's times like these when I wish lawyers weren't so powerless...)
Key Card updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix Wright profile
Butz:
You're 26 years old, right? Don't you think it's about time you took a long, hard look at your life?
Phoenix:
... Coming from a guy who can only brag about how many times he's been rejected... I find that kind of... ironic.
Mia Fey profile
Butz:
Hey, I remember her! That's Maya's big sister!
Maya:
Wow! You really do remember!
Butz:
Yeah, who could forget! A couple of gorgeous sisters! Hubba hubba!
Maya:
You hear that, Nick! Gorgeous!
Phoenix:
(Oh yeah... That's right. When I defended Larry... Mia was still alive...)
Maya Fey profile
Butz:
Wow! You've even cuter than the last time I saw you.
Maya:
Oh, really!?
Butz:
Yeah, you look totally different than two years ago. Don't you think Nick?
Phoenix:
(Maybe it's 'cause we're always together, but she looks pretty much the same to me.)
Pearl Fey profile
Butz:
Oh! What a cutie! Hey, Nick! So what's the deal between you and this girl?
Maya:
Hey! That's my cousin! Her name is Pearl Fey.
Butz:
Pearl, huh... Too bad. Never date two girls with the same name... That's one rule I can't break.
Phoenix:
(...I'd think the fact that she's only 9 years old would break some rule somewhere!)
Adrian Andrews profile
Butz:
WHOA! WHO is this! Come on, man, don't hold out on me!
Phoenix:
Forget about it. It's on a need to know basis and you don't need to kn--
Butz:
Hey now! I thought we were pals! I got a MAJOR thing for girls with black sleeveless shirts and glasses! 
Phoenix:
How do you know that!?
Butz:
And if they have an orange-colored memo pad, I really lose my cool!
Phoenix:
(He has to be making that up... He can't really know Adrian... Can he...?)
Mask☆DeMasque profile
Butz:
I just thought of something! What if it's actually a hot chick under that costume!
Phoenix:
Forget about it. It's a guy, trust me.
Butz:
Man! You're killin' my buzz, dude!
Maya:
Boy, talk about someone who has a one track mind...
Desirée DeLite profile
Butz:
That Dessie is one awesome lady alright! It's been a long time since I've felt this way... I think I'm really in love this time!
Maya:
A long time, huh?
Butz:
Yeah! Well, err... Except for what I feel for you, Maya!
Phoenix:
(I don't think even HE knows what he's saying anymore.)
Larry Butz profile
Butz:
Even you could learn a few tricks from me, Nick!
Phoenix:
...Yeah? Like what?
Butz:
Look at my hair for example. It points up straight, right? But your hair, on the other hand, points backwards. That's no good at all, man! It's defeatist! You gotta aim high... for the stars!
Phoenix:
(I... I can't find a counter-argument to that...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
...What about this? Does anything come to mind?
Butz:
Listen, I'm a security guard. I'm not here to sell you juicy bits of info and chew the fat, man.
Phoenix:
(Funny, you had no qualms about selling Samurai Dogs just 2 years ago.)
Anyone else
Phoenix:
Larry, what about this person...?
Butz:
Beats me.
Phoenix:
(What the...? All of a sudden, he's got nothing to say...?)
After clearing "Wallet" and "KB Security" Talk options, and presenting Key Card:
Phone:
...
Maya:
Oh, Nick! Your phone!
Phone:
...*beep*...
Pearl:
H-Hello? Is this the Wright residence?
Phoenix:
Ah! Pearls! Where are you!?
Pearl:
I-I thought I'd go to Lordly Tailor to try to find some more clues, but... ...I'm afraid I've gotten lost.
Maya:
Whaaaat!? Give me that phone, Nick! P-Pearly! Where are you right now!?
Pearl:
Um... I was walking along and I found myself in front of that person's office.
Maya:
"That person"...? Who!?
Pearl:
Um, the person who doesn't act his age and always says, "Zvarri!" when he's excited...
Phoenix:
(Luke Atmey, Ace Detective...) OK, stay right there! We're coming to get you!
Pearl:
A-Alright... I-I'm a little scared...
Phone:
...*beep*...
Phoenix:
Alright! Let's go, Maya!
Butz:
Wait a second, Nick!
Phoenix:
Wh-What?
Butz:
That phone call just now... Sounded like real cutie... Another one of your, ahem, ..."special friends"?
Phoenix:
.......... Say goodbye to Ms. DeLite for me, would you Larry?
October 12Atmey Detective Agency
Pearl:
Ah! Mr. Nick! Mystic Maya!
Maya:
Pearly!
Pearl:
I never thought I'd see the two of you again!
Phoenix:
...So is Mr. Ace Detective out of the office?
Pearl:
Yes, when I arrived here... ...there wasn't a single soul in sight.
Maya:
Say, Nick... Doesn't look like something's changed since we were here last?
Phoenix:
(Now that you mention it...)
Examine
Bag
Leads to:
"This bag... I'm sure it wasn't here before."
Maya:
This bag... I'm sure it wasn't here before.
Pearl:
It looks quite full... I wonder what could be in here?
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Come on! Open it up!
Phoenix:
Hey! Wait a minute! We can't just open his private property!
Maya:
Don't be such a fuddy-duddy! This is an important investigation!
Phoenix:
(That's true... And truth be told, I have to admit I am kind of curious...)
Maya:
Well? What's in there?
Phoenix:
H-Hang on a sec. I'm taking it out now... (Whatever it is, it feels... kinda hard... and smooth...)
Atmey:
...Well, hello there!!
Maya:
EEEEEEK! H-He's here!
Atmey:
...What are you doing, Sir Lawyer? I'm shocked to see a servant of the court ignoring the law so flagrantly!
Phoenix:
I-I'm really sorry! M-Maya made me do it!
Maya:
Nick! I can't believe you!
Atmey:
A gentlemen never uses a lady as an excuse for his own poor behavior... The real question is... Can you afford to waste time lollygagging about here?
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean by that?
Atmey:
Perhaps I should make myself more clear? Tomorrow's trial... Zvarri! Shall we say the figurative Sir William will be dropping his panties before lunchtime.
Maya:
Wow, Nick! Sounds like it's gonna be really exciting.
Examine
Bag
Maya:
So what's in there, Nick? What's in the bag?
Phoenix:
The way Atmey barged in like that, I never actually got the chance to look!
Pearl:
I know. I thought I was going to collapse of shock, too!
Phoenix:
(But from the feel of it, it was something hard...)
Talk
Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix:
Umm... What's going to happen at the trial tomorrow that's so dramatic?
Atmey:
Do you know what your biggest mistake so far has been, Sir Lawyer? ...It was becoming a lawyer in the first place.
Pearl:
...That certainly does sound like a big mistake, Mr. Nick.
Atmey:
Tomorrow will be a day to remember. I, Luke Atmey, will take the stand! And then... Zvarri! My testimony will prove to be the undoing of the lot of you! Yes! All of you! I will unmask you as the thief's co-conspirators!
Maya:
C-C-Conspirators!?
Atmey:
Hee hee hee hee hee... You're quick on the defensive, I see! However! It is not I that is your greatest enemy! There is a far more dangerous threat that you will face during the trial.
Maya:
Wh-What are you talking about...?
Atmey:
Sir Lawyer... If you truly are who you say, I'm sure you've heard of him. ...His name is "Godot".
Phoenix:
G-Godot...?
DeMasque's identity
Atmey:
You have taken a step down the path of foolishness. To try to defend a career criminal who deserves nothing less than the death penalt--
Maya:
Hey! Last time I checked, no one knows for sure that Mr. DeLite really is DeMasque!
Atmey:
Hee hee hee hee hee... My dear lady... Times may change, but people, sadly, do not... ...Well. You will understand this when you are more mature.
Godot (appears after "Tomorrow's trial")
Maya:
Um... Who is this "Godot" person...?
Atmey:
...It's not surprising that a spirit medium has not heard the name. Godot. The prosecutor whose equal cannot be found in this country, but in heaven. Godot. A legend or myth... Men pin a lifetime of hopes on the chance to simply meet him.
Pearl:
Prosecutor...
Maya:
But the best prosecutor in the country isn't Godot, it's Mr. Edgeworth! Isn't that right, Nick!?
Atmey:
...It's no surprise that a spirit medium such as yourself would know nothing of this. But Ace Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth is currently traveling aboard.
Maya:
Huh...?
Atmey:
In fact, it was Mr. Edgeworth who acknowledged Godot as the best in this country.
Pearl:
And you agree with that?
Atmey:
Most certainly. In fact, you could call him the Luke Atmey of the Prosecutor's Office.
Maya:
Well, that's good to hear! The prosecution has a fighting chance tomorrow!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, is this "Godot" really that strong?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I seem to remember hearing about something like that...
Atmey:
Not surprising... Some people spend their entire lives idly waiting for his appearance.
Present
Anything
Maya:
Ummm, Mr. Atmey...? Could you take a look at this?
Atmey:
Oh please. You can drop the pretense already.
Maya:
Huh...?
Atmey:
You and I are already fated to fight each other... And the only true weapon for warriors in a court of law is information! Surely you don't expect me to sharpen your sword for you!
Maya:
...Creep.
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
(It looks like we're done investigating for the day.)
Atmey:
Hee hee hee hee hee... Sir Lawyer... The stage has been set and all the pieces are finally in place. All that remains now... is for the dance to begin!
Phoenix:
(A new prosecutor, an Ace Detective and a thief... This will be one tough trial.)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick...
...If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
The Stolen Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
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October 13, 9:36 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 4
Maya:
Hey, Nick!
Phoenix:
What is it? Is something wrong...?
Maya:
Nah. But did you see all the people here? It's crazy! Oh! Look at this! I bought this Mask☆DeMasque publicity photo!
Phoenix:
You bought that...? Where!?
Pearl:
From the little tents in front of the courthouse. They have all sorts of things for sale!
Maya:
You know I'm sucker for this kind of stuff!
Mask☆DeMasque Publicity Photo stuck onto the Court Record.
Come on! I'm guilty! Throw the book at meeee!
Pearl:
...Who's screaming like that?
Ron:
...Oh! Mr. Wright! You made it!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I did. But it doesn't look like things are going to get any less ugly for you.
Ron:
Because I did it!! I'm the criminal! Me! Me! Meeeeeee!
Maya:
Ungh... He's at it again.
Ron:
I sent the calling card to Lordly Tailor! I admit iiiit!!
Phoenix:
But... You don't have the Sacred Urn, right?
Ron:
Well, that's true, but... That doesn't mean that I didn't commit the crime.
Phoenix:
(Normally, when I say "Of course you didn't" I'm being sarcastic, but you... Yikes!)
Ron:
Anyway, I admit that I'm guilty... So make sure they give me a guilty verdict! Pleeeeease!?
Desirée:
Oh, there you are Ronnie! Bonjour, sweetie!
Ron:
Oh! D-Dessie honey! B-Bonjour! ...Well, actually... I don't really know why I should be speaking French to you at a time like this
Desirée:
Leave it all to me, Ronnie! I swear I'll protect you!
Ron:
Ummm, errr... Aaah... Well, ahh... You see... Actually the thief is err, me
Desirée:
Can I tell you something, Nicky boy? I can guarantee that my Ronnie is innocent! If he's declared guilty, I'll be ever so cross with you!
Phoenix:
(So, why are you smiling when you say it?)
Desirée:
Well, if you'll excuse me! I've got some errands I need to take care of! I'm counting on you, Nicky boy! Good luck!
Phoenix:
(To be honest, I really don't know whether Ron is Mask☆DeMasque or not. But there's only one thing I AM sure of. He doesn't have the Sacred Urn right now...)
Bailiff:
Mr. DeLite! It's time for you to enter the courtroom!
Phoenix:
(For the time being, I guess I'll have to trust Desirée...)
October 13, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 6
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Ron DeLite.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your honor.
???:
...
Judge:
What about the prosecution? Are you prepared to...
???:
...What a stupid question!
Judge:
Wh-What did you say!
???:
Fine. Let me ask you then, Your Honor. Are YOU ready? Are you ready to pass judgement?
Judge:
Wh...! N-No, I... I'm not! I will pass judgement after I hear arguments from both sides.
???:
Well, if you're not ready yourself, you shouldn't expect others to be. That's a rule to live by.
Judge:
...Um, wh-who are you?
Godot:
I am Godot. Legendary prosecutor. I've never lost a case.
Maya:
Ah! He's the one that Detective Atmey was talking about...
Judge:
Yes, your reputation precedes you. What kind of cases have you dealt with so far?
Godot:
Ha...! None.
Judge:
What did you say...?
Godot:
I've never prosecuted a case before.
Judge:
N-Never? But you said you've never lost before.
Godot:
...Exactly. I've never lost. I've never won before either.
Judge:
Quite arrogant for a beginner, aren't you?
Godot:
Even the mightiest of Redwoods begin their lives as mere saplings.
Judge:
Yes, but... A mask? In a court of law?
Godot:
Ha...! Don't you know anything? No matter the man, we all wear masks... Either on our faces or ever our hearts.
Judge:
...!
Maya:
This guy is the real deal alright, Nick...
Phoenix:
(Why does it seem like all prosecutors are the "real deal"...?)
Godot:
So we finally meet... Mr. Phoenix Trite!
Phoenix:
...?
Maya:
N-Nick! Is he a friend of yours?
Phoenix:
No. I don't have any friends that call me "Trite". (Just who is this masked man...?)
Godot:
I've returned from the depths of Hell... To do battle with you.
Judge:
Well then, err, Prosecutor Gobo.
Godot:
It's not "Gobo". It's Godot... Your Honor.
Judge:
In any case, please give your opening statement.
Godot:
Opening statement? Those things are not fit for even dogs to consume. I have only one thing to say before we start. To you... Mr. Trite.
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it?
Godot:
Are you familiar with the saying, "A chain is only as strong as its weakest link"? I wonder... how much you can withstand before you and your case break in two...?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Hmm... Well then, let's hear from the first witness!
Gumshoe:
Um, my name is...
Godot:
No one asked for your name, witness.
Gumshoe:
...Urk.
Godot:
The important thing is what you know... That's all. Start talking. ...We're listening.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir.
Judge:
Alright, witness. First, let's hear about... What you know about the thief that stole the urn.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Witness Testimony
-- Mask☆DeMasque's Crimes --
Gumshoe:
Mask☆DeMasque is a master thief that first started his crime spree 6 month years ago.
He's so confident that he sends his calling card before he even commits the crime!
This was his fifth heist, and as usual, he sent a card on to Lordly Tailor.
His pattern is to always go after only the most precious art pieces.
That's why we're sure it was Mask☆DeMasque, sir. It fits his M. O. to a T!
Judge:
Hmm... So then the actual identity of this Mask☆DeMasque is... M-Mr. Godot! Y-You! W-We're in the middle of a trial here, Mr. Godot!
Godot:
Blacker than a moonless night, hotter and more bitter than Hell itself... That is coffee. I'm sure you can grant me at least this much... Your Honor. Oh, please. Proceed.
Judge:
...Very well. It's only coffee, after all.
Phoenix:
(What!? You can't be letting him slide this early in the trial!)
Judge:
Proceed with your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Maya:
Well, Nick? What are you going to do?
Phoenix:
As long as they haven't brought up Mr. DeLite's identity... ...all we can do is show that it wasn't Mask☆DeMasque who stole the urn.
Cross Examination
-- Mask☆DeMasque's Crimes --
Gumshoe:
Mask☆DeMasque is a master thief that first started his crime spree 6 month years ago.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Have you been involved in the investigation from the beginning?
Gumshoe:
Yup! Nobody knows more about the thief than me, pal! It's true! I'm a... Zvarri...! "Author on thieves"!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
An "author"...? He's written books about thieves?
Phoenix:
Um, I think he probably meant to say "authority".
Gumshoe:
The fact that this guy can slip through even my fingers shows how good he is, pal!
Phoenix:
(It's easy when those fingers happen to be "butter fingers"...)
Press harder
Phoenix:
So nobody knows more about the thief than you, huh...?
Gumshoe:
You got it, pal! Except maybe for the thief's mom, that is!
Phoenix:
But isn't there someone who knows even more about him than the police?
Gumshoe:
You don't mean... "Detective Zvarri", do you?
Judge:
Hmm... Who is this person? Zvarri? He sounds German...
Gumshoe:
His name is Luke Atmey, sir. I guess I shouldn't have made up such a silly name for him.
Phoenix:
(What the heck? I guess he's not all that famous after all...)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, it's true that he did manage to retrieve the last item the thief stole.
Judge:
...Oh, I see. It seems you're not the expert you claim to be.
Gumshoe:
...Urk! I-It looks like the thief is playing with me, even now!
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it
Phoenix:
(The real "authority" on the thief is the other detective. I don't need to ask this one any more questions...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Gumshoe:
He's so confident that he sends his calling card before he even commits the crime!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Have you seen all of these so-called "calling cards"?
Gumshoe:
Of course I have. Except... The person in charge of the Treasure Exhibit never brought their card to the police... So I didn't see this one until after the crime occurred.
Maya:
That's because Detective Atmey stopped Ms. Andrews from taking it to the police.
Judge:
Was the calling card that Lordly Tailor received authentic?
Gumshoe:
Well, all the cards have one common, identifying feature. But we're not releasing that information to the general public...
Judge:
But you're absolutely certain that this card is real?
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe can't say it out loud but I bet he's talking about Mask☆DeMasque's emblem...)
Gumshoe:
This was his fifth heist, and as usual, he sent a card on to Lordly Tailor.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
His fifth heist... And your fifth screw up, huh?
Gumshoe:
Objection, pal! That ain't fair! Maybe you could say I screwed up four times! But this last time wasn't my fault! I didn't know about the calling card this time!
Phoenix:
(You of all people shouldn't be chuckling about this, Detective Gumshoe...)
Gumshoe:
I just want everyone here in the courtroom to know something! If you ever get a calling card from this guy, don't call some stupid private eye! Call your local police right away. Got me?
Maya:
Wow, it looks like he's really got it in for Detective Atmey.
Gumshoe:
His pattern is to always go after only the most precious art pieces.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Art pieces? Like what, for example?
Gumshoe:
Well, his first target was the famous "Tear of Emanon".
Judge:
What's that? Some kind of especially salty teardrop?
Gumshoe:
N-No, sir. It's a blue diamond. A single, rare diamond. Next was the "Crown of Bongora"... You know, the thing you put on your head. After that was the "Left Hand of Hades" and then the "Portrait of Mejeena", sir. Detective Atmey retrieved the "Portrait of Mejeena" and returned it to the museum.
Phoenix:
And the target of his fifth and last robbery was the "Sacred Urn"... right?
Judge:
But isn't it difficult for him to dispose of such famous art pieces...?
Gumshoe:
Well, we assume he must have some underworld connections.
Maya:
Somehow, Mr. DeLite doesn't look the type...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, he's a little too sunny to be hanging out in the underworld...)
Present Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Can I ask you a little something, Detective Gumshoe?"
Gumshoe:
That's why we're sure it was Mask☆DeMasque, sir. It fits his M. O. to a T!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean when you say, "it fits his M. O. to a T"?
Judge:
I was thinking of asking the same thing myself.
Gumshoe:
Ugh... I wish you would listen a little more closely, pal. First of all, there's the calling card. We're 100% certain it's authentic. Then there's the fact that he seemed to know all about the security system. And finally, his target was an art piece. These are all part of the thief's modus operandi.
Judge:
And so, since this robbery seems to fit all those conditions...?
Gumshoe:
That's right! It means that Mask☆DeMasque is behind it!
Present Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Can I ask you a little something, Detective Gumshoe?"
Maya:
Nick! It definitely looks like it was Mask☆DeMasque who stole the urn!
Phoenix:
But there's no real evidence either way as to whether Ron DeLite is Mask☆DeMasque.
Maya:
But... But...
Phoenix:
Also, the urn hasn't turned up yet, let alone in connection to Mr. DeLite himself.
Maya:
So even though we know it was Mask☆DeMasque that did it...
Phoenix:
(Maybe for the time being, I should try to show it wasn't Mask☆DeMasque that did it!)
Phoenix:
...Can I ask you a little something, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
...Just hearing the "little" in that question is making me nervous.
Phoenix:
You said that he always "goes after the most precious art pieces", right?
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal.
Phoenix:
But there's one problem... That's not what he did in this case. The supposedly "priceless" urn doesn't exactly rise to the level of "precious art"!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Maya:
N-Nick! How can you say such a terrible thing!?
Phoenix:
No! I meant from a financial point of view! I mean, it wouldn't fetch a good price.
Judge:
Well, Prosecutor Godot? What is the value of that urn?
Godot:
The appraisers I spoke to said they couldn't attach a price to it. And I mean that in the worst sense.
Phoenix:
So in other words... It was not the kind of item that Mask☆DeMasque would normally go after!
Gumshoe:
Urk!
Judge:
Hmm... If I understand you correctly, Mr. Wright... ...you're saying that the theft of the Sacred Urn was not the work of Mask☆DeMasque...!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes... That's what I'm saying. (Actually all I did was point out the contradiction. The argument made itself, but...)
Judge:
Well... First of all, we need to get this issue cleared up. Was this last robbery the work of Mask☆DeMasque or not? What do you have to say about this, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
This coffee here... It's my own special blend. I call it Godot #107. I'm trying to decide whether to cut down on the acidity or the bitterness... That's the only thing I've got on my mind right now... ...Mr. Trite!
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Godot:
If you're really a man, you should clean up your own mess.
Phoenix:
Umm... Sorry, but I didn't get what you mean.
Godot:
If you're saying it wasn't Mask☆DeMasque that stole the urn... ...then it must be someone imitating Mask☆DeMasque's methods... A fake.
Judge:
A-A Fake☆DeMasque?
Maya:
Fake☆DeMasque? That sounds so ridiculous. ...But I like it.
Godot:
Now, before I decide on my coffee, I believe some proof is in order, Mr. Trite. Proof that the person who appeared at Lordly Tailor that night was actually a fake.
Judge:
Hmm... Though I don't approve of Mr. Godot's behavior, his point is valid. Mr. Wright. ...We're waiting.
Phoenix:
(It looks like I'm going to have to prove it... I need proof that the person at Lordly Tailor that night was in fact, Fake☆DeMasque!)
Present Security Camera Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The proof is right here."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
What is this evidence supposed to prove?
Godot:
Ha...! Well, it proves someone here is a fake alright. ...It proves that this lawyer is a fake.
Phoenix:
(These prosecutors sure know how to twist the knife...)
Maya:
This is no time to be impressed! Think it over again! When he stole the urn, his photo was taken, right? Who knows? Maybe there's something on there that shows he's a fake...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Is she talking about that photo we got from Atmey?)
Judge:
Are you ready yet, Mr. Wright? 
Leads back to:
"It looks like I'm going to have to prove it..."
Phoenix:
The proof is right here.
Judge:
This looks like... a photo taken by a security camera.
Phoenix:
But if you look closely... you'll notice something peculiar about it.
Godot:
Ha...! Well then, why don't you go ahead and show us what it is. Go on. Use this pointer and show us just what about this picture is so "peculiar".
Present DeMasque's neck
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's right here, of course!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It's right here. ...I think.
Judge:
Is that what was so "peculiar"?
Godot:
Ha...! The place that you're pointing to is all wrong.
Phoenix:
Wh... What do you mean!
Godot:
The only thing "peculiar" in this courtroom... is on top of your head.
Maya:
Nick! Are you going to let him get away making fun of your hair!?
Phoenix:
(Yes... At least until I know he can't use his goggles to fry me or something...) W-Well anyway! There is a strange spot in this photo!
Godot:
Ha...! Still haven't given up? So what is it then?
Leads back to:
"Go on. Use this pointer and show us just what about this picture is so "peculiar"."
Phoenix:
It's right here, of course!
Judge:
You mean... Mask☆DeMasque?
Phoenix:
I have here a piece of reference I would like the court to take a look at.
Maya:
Isn't that the publicity photo I bought this morning...?
Phoenix:
The problem I have with the security camera photo is the broach on DeMasque's chest.
Judge:
A Breach? Here!? Bailiff! Get my steed! We need to retreat at once!
Phoenix:
...A broach, Your Honor. It's a sort of clasp for holding one's cape on.
Judge:
A clasp, eh... Ah! I see now!
Gumshoe:
But the Mask☆DeMasque in the security camera photo... Ahh!! He has no broach!!
Phoenix:
That broach is the same as the emblem on DeMasque's calling card and serves as his symbol. But the thief that broke into Lordly Tailor wasn't wearing a broach... In other words, this "Mask☆DeMasque" is a fake!
Gumshoe:
...! I-I've been fooled agaaaaaain!
Judge:
O-Order! It's true... Undeniably true... Detective Gumshoe! How... How could you have overlooked this!?
Gumshoe:
I-I'm sorry, sir! I don't know how I...
Godot:
Hey now... ...If you're gonna have a pity party, invite me, too!
Judge:
M-Mr. Godot! You deserve some blame in this, too! How could you have overlooked such a large broach...?
Godot:
Ha...! The broach you're talking about... Do you mean this?
Gumshoe:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
Th-That's...! Mask☆DeMasque's broach!
Judge:
Wh-Where did you find it!?
Godot:
Well I've always had a good nose for evidence... I got it at the crime scene. It was hidden in the shadow of a big female Buddha statue.
Phoenix:
("Buddha statue"...? He must mean the Ami Fey statue.)
Gumshoe:
Wh-Why didn't you tell me about that, sir!?
Godot:
...I always put evidence away in my pocket. ...After all, it's the safest place for crucial evidence.
Maya:
Grrr... This guy is one cool customer.
Godot:
It's a little early to be shaken up, isn't it, little lady? ...That friend of yours left pretty little hickeys on there, too.
Judge:
H-Hickeys?
Godot:
Figuratively speaking, of course... I'm referring to Ron DeLite's fingerprints.
Gumshoe:
Whaaa...?
Judge:
What!? The defendant's fingerprints are on the broach!? Order! Order in the court! Mr. Godot! Let's see that broach!
Godot:
I've grown attached to my metallic girlfriend here. ...Take good care of her.
Judge:
Hmm... She-- I mean, it appears to have been torn off some clothing. There's a little bit of cloth left on the back.
Godot:
Obviously there must have been a big struggle that night at the crime scene.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... Phoenix, we have a problem...)
DeMasque's Broach added to the Court Record.
Godot:
Ha...! You mess with Godot... ...and you get burned.
Phoenix:
(Grr... He's been playing me like a violin...)
Godot:
Well Judge, I'm about ready to call my next witness.
Gumshoe:
Huh? You're done with me? But I haven't proved anything yet.
Godot:
You've proven your own incompetence. That's good enough.
Gumshoe:
...That doesn't sound good at all.
Judge:
Bailiff! Bring the next witness into the courtroom!
Phoenix:
(Finally time for the Ace Detective to make his appearance, huh...?)
Godot:
One second is one drip of the coffee pot. Let's hurry it up.
Atmey:
SHHH! SILENCE!... Hee hee hee hee hee... Now I see. It's all becoming clear.
Judge:
Wh-What's clear?
Atmey:
...Zvarri! The truth has once again been elegantly revealed to me! What we have here is... A judge and a prosecutor. ...A coffee maniac, at that! ...Am I correct?
Judge:
W-Well, yes. That's right.
Godot:
Ha...! Not bad. Not bad at all. You're the first person that's ever been able to penetrate my secret veil.
Atmey:
Well, Sir Prosecutor. Let me introduce myself. My name is Luke Atmey, Ace Detective and rising star illuminating the heavens.
Maya:
Boy, these two make a prefect pair...
Phoenix:
They'd either be best friends or they'd tear each other's heads off.
Judge:
I've heard that on the night of the crime, you were all alone on security detail.
Atmey:
...You have heard correctly. My specially-made monocle is worth more than a hundred Detective Gumshoes. ...If Detective Gumshoe was worth anything, that is.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(Why was this guy all by himself anyway...? There must be some reason. I'm sure of it!)
Judge:
Well then, tell us what this special monocle of yours witnessed!
Witness Testimony
-- What I Witnessed --
Atmey:
It was approximately 1 o'clock in the morning... just after the date changed.
That's when my nemesis, the infamous Mask☆DeMasque, dancingly descended upon me!
Just as I began to turn, the coward struck a fierce blow upon my noble head!
Darkness swallowed me before I could land a single strike. When I awoke, he was gone.
Thirty minutes later, I used an emergency phone to notify the police!
Judge:
So you didn't get a clear look at the criminal?
Atmey:
My specially-made monocle never misses a thing. However! That is limited to things that fall within my own visual range! But of course, that's only natural.
Judge:
...I fall to see why the witness seems so proud of his performance that evening.
Atmey:
Well, Sir Old-timer, let me explain. We are not speaking of any ordinary thief... ...but of the kings of thieves! The great Mask☆DeMasque, my arch-enemy! That is what my instincts and my years of experience tell me!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Proceed with the cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Cross Examination
-- What I Witnessed --
Atmey:
It was approximately 1 o'clock in the morning... just after the date changed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So that would be one o'clock on the morning of the 12th, correct?
Atmey:
That's an impressive deduction, Sir Lawyer.
Phoenix:
You were on security duty that night. Where exactly were you at the time?
Atmey:
A penetrating question! I was in the basement warehouse, near the computer.
Phoenix:
(Near the computer, huh...)
Judge:
So then you weren't trying to remain hidden, I take it?
Atmey:
Up to this point, I have tried to remain concealed while waiting for the thief...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, he said the same thing yesterday, too.)
Maya:
Gumshoe also said that he never saw him at the crime scene...
Atmey:
Precisely! That is precisely why I chose NOT to hide last night. I knew that by NOT concealing myself, I would be putting pressure on the thief.
Phoenix:
(Looks like the thief was the one applying pressure... On your pidgeony head, that is.)
Atmey:
In any case!
Atmey:
That's when my nemesis, the infamous Mask☆DeMasque, dancingly descended upon me!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Dancingly descended"...? From where exactly?
Atmey:
Well... From the entrance, I suppose. Where else?
Phoenix:
(So in actuality, he neither "danced" nor "descended"! ...Someone please save me.) Um... So how is it that you didn't notice the thief?
Atmey:
My eyes were looking for the thief's shadow while my ears listened for his footfalls. But even so, the dastardly criminal managed to sneak up on me... It can only be due to his subtly camouflaged cape and soft-soled shoes.
Phoenix:
(... I hereby dub you "Ace Dunce".)
Atmey:
Just as I began to turn, the coward struck a fierce blow upon my noble head!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You didn't see the criminal's face when that happened?
Atmey:
...Well, that's difficult part. How should I put it... I saw his mask... That's all that I can recall.
Judge:
Hmm... That's not very solid as far as testimony goes.
Atmey:
However... Fortunately I had my third monocle, the security camera, at the ready. It captured his image perfectly... This should be sufficient, I believe?
Judge:
Hmm, well, as long as this photo is authentic, I don't see a problem here. Well, Mr. Godot? Do you have a problem with the photo? Good. Then let's continue with the testimony.
Present DeMasque's Broach
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Mr. Atmey."
Atmey:
Darkness swallowed me before I could land a single strike. When I awoke, he was gone.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Attacked and knocked unconscious? And you weren't able to do a thing? There's certainly some very impressive detective work.
Atmey:
Hmph! Well, Sir Lawyer! Have you ever been suddenly struck on the head?
Phoenix:
Huh!? W-Well.. Actually, yes. By a fire extinguisher.
Atmey:
And what happened?
Phoenix:
...I-I was knocked out.
Maya:
And you lost your memory, too!
Atmey:
You see? You have no right to look down on me then, do you? The only reason I didn't lose my memory was because I have more brains to begin with.
Phoenix:
(He may have brains, but the wiring to the self-reflection part seems to be served...)
Atmey:
In any case, that was how I was knocked senseless. And then...
Present DeMasque's Broach
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Mr. Atmey."
Atmey:
Thirty minutes later, I used an emergency phone to notify the police!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
About this "30 minutes"...
Atmey:
My silver cord was loosened and my soul fled to the Golden Halls of Elysium...
Maya:
As usual, I have no idea what this guy is saying.
Phoenix:
I think he's saying that he was out cold.
Judge:
So... What happened during these 30 minutes?
Atmey:
No one can say, Your Honor... That span of time has truly vanished into the ether!
Phoenix:
(Just what is he going on about!?)
Maya:
There's something suspicious about Detective Atmey... How could he not have noticed when the thief came in?
Phoenix:
Also, he says he was knocked unconscious before he could fight back... But that can't be right. It contradicts the evidence.
Maya:
Huh? Which piece...?
Phoenix:
(The real question is... Why would he tell such an obvious lie?)
Phoenix:
...Mr. Atmey. Could you take a look at this with that special monocle of yours?
Atmey:
Aha! This belongs to the criminal mastermind, my arch-nemesis, Mask☆DeMasque! It is, in point of fact, Mask☆DeMasque's broach!
Phoenix:
It was found on the floor of the basement warehouse. I wonder how that happened?
Atmey:
Ha... Elementary, my dear lawyer. Obviously it wasn't glued on well enough.
Phoenix:
Not quite. It clearly shows signs of having been ripped off a piece of clothing.
Judge:
Ripped off...? Aha!
Phoenix:
...We can only deduce that the thief struggled with someone that night! That's the only thing I can think of. And there's only one person that was in a position to have a struggle with the thief. The only person that was on security duty that night...You, Detective Atmey!
Atmey:
...Urk! 
Phoenix:
Detective Atmey! You must have fought with the thief last night! So, why did you lie in your testimony to the court?
Judge:
Witness! Giving false testimony is a serious crime!
Atmey:
Err, I... N-No! W-Wait just a moment, Sir Old-timer!
Judge:
Don't talk to me like I'm living in a nursing home!
Atmey:
Hee hee hee he he he... I just remembered, Your Honor. I was just confused because I've been dealing with so many cases lately.
Godot:
The true measure of a man is in the amount of work he does. That's what I always say.
Maya:
Nick, you can only handle one case at a time... Isn't that right?
Phoenix:
You talk too much.
Judge:
Witness! So are you now saying that you and the thief fought?
Godot:
Hold on. That's quite enough... Your Honor.
Judge:
E-Excuse me...?
Godot:
Save the big questions for the testimony. That's one of my rules.
Atmey:
Indeed! I understand! I, Luke Atmey, agree completely!
Witness Testimony
-- Fight With The Thief --
Atmey:
Indeed, it's true that I looked away from the door for a brief moment.
However... Luke Atmey cannot be so easily discombobulated!
Unfortunately, the thief grabbed a weapon from the side and... rendered me senseless.
A true gentleman fights only with his own fists... But they were not enough.
His first blow struck true! Bam!... And that's all she wrote.
Judge:
So in the end, you did catch a glimpse of Mask☆DeMasque?
Atmey:
Correct. It was during his third crime that he struck me from behind. It seems that my memory has become a tad jumbled, so to speak.
Judge:
Hmmm... Well, that's certainly understandable. I, myself, always get confused about which testimony goes with which case.
Phoenix:
(Th-That can't be good...)
Cross Examination
-- Fight With The Thief --
Atmey:
Indeed, it's true that I looked away from the door for a brief moment.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So why did you look away from the door anyway?
Atmey:
In addition to the camera, I had prepared a variety of other sensors as well. The alarm on one of those had gone off, so I had to check the data. That's why I went to the computer! ...Elegantly, of course!
Phoenix:
So you were momentarily vulnerable when you were working on the computer? (What should I do? Should I ask some more questions...?)
That's enough
Phoenix:
(Well, we know for sure that Atmey looked away from the door. I think I should ask about something else now...) Alright. So you looked away from the door. ...And then?
Leads back to cross-examination
About the sensor
Phoenix:
What kind of sensors are you talking about?
Atmey:
There are other places in the basement that someone could enter and exit from. There are air conditioner ducts, sewer pipes... And a cat door as well. I hooked up heat-detecting, infrared and ultra-violet sensors to each of them.
Phoenix:
That's a lot of hardware... Was it all yours?
Atmey:
Lordly Tailor Department Store was kind enough to provide the monitoring hardware. Naturally, the security camera that look the photo belongs to them as well.
Phoenix:
(In other words, he couldn't have rigged the equipment, huh...?)
Atmey:
Hee hee hee hee hee... Has that cleared up any doubts you had about me, Sir Lawyer?
Leads back to cross-examination
About the computer
Phoenix:
So did that computer belong to Lordly Tailor as well?
Atmey:
Correct. Well, except for the program that manages the data. That was specially designed by me, Luke Atmey!
Phoenix:
(In that case, he could have easily manipulated the data.)
Atmey:
Hee hee hee hee hee... What's wrong, Sir Lawyer?
Leads back to cross-examination
Atmey:
However... Luke Atmey cannot be so easily discombobulated!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Umm... What does that mean? "Discombobulated"?
Judge:
Hmm... Young people these days... They really irritate me. They allow perfectly good old words to die until everyone forgets what they mean.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but what exactly DOES it mean anyway?
Judge:
...Now I've forgotten. What was I saying?
Phoenix:
(Jeez. It's better than old people who forget what they were saying 5 seconds ago!)
Godot:
...Well, it looks like we've cleared that up. You can go on with your testimony.
Atmey:
Unfortunately, the thief grabbed a weapon from the side and... rendered me senseless.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean by "weapon from the side"?
Atmey:
Naturally, that thief had no idea that I, Luke Atmey, was hiding in the area! He grabbed the sword from the statue that was standing by the door to the warehouse.
Phoenix:
Sword...? You mean the sword that was all twisted like a tree branch?
Atmey:
Correct. Fortunately for me, the blade was not sharp.
Phoenix:
(OK. so he IS talking about the Shichishito...)
Judge:
So the thief armed himself with a sword. And what about yourself, witness?
Atmey:
A true gentleman fights only with his own fists... But they were not enough.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You had that much faith in your own fighting abilities?
Atmey:
But of course. In college, I was the 2nd in-charge of the boxing club.
Judge:
I'm sorry if I fail to find that appropriately impressive.
Atmey:
However! My opponent in the ring this time was my arch-nemesis, Mask☆DeMasque!
Phoenix:
(This guy is a real piece of work...)
Atmey:
His first blow struck true! Bam!... And that's all she wrote.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Can you tell us a little more about what happened?
Atmey:
My opponent was both powerful and vicious. You might say he was... "powericious".
Phoenix:
("P-Powericious"?)
Atmey:
I assumed the "Atmey Fighting Stance", but a sudden flash of light behind me! That of course was checkmate! My opponent had bested me.
Phoenix:
(What do I do now? Should I ask more about this...?)
Leave it
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess it's true that Atmey was knocked senseless after all. I'd better ask him about something else instead...)
Leads back to cross-examination
"You were blinded"?
Phoenix:
So what was this flash of light that blinded you?
Atmey:
...I was bathed in a golden light that seemed to come from the statue of the woman.
Phoenix:
(The statue of Ami Fey, I'm guessing...)
Maya:
Well that wasn't very much help at all...
Leads back to cross-examination
"Atmey Fighting Style"?
Phoenix:
What is this "Atmey Fighting Style"?
Atmey:
I'm sorry but that's a trade secret... I really can't say any more. But, I suppose I can tell you if I absolutely must. The main thing is to put your back to the wall. That way no one can get behind you.
Phoenix:
(That's it...? That's the "Atmey Fighting Style"?)
Judge:
Hmmm... Well, Mr. Wright? What about that testimony...?
It was a waste of time.
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess it's true that Atmey was knocked senseless after all. I'd better ask him about something else instead...)
Leads back to cross-examination
It was very important.
Phoenix:
Of course it's important! We've learned a detective's SECRET technique, after all.
Judge:
Yes, indeed... I'll remember to use it if I ever take a walk alone late at night.
Phoenix:
(Why the heck is he eye-balling me like that...? It's creeping me out...)
Judge:
...Now then, witness! We'll go ahead and add that secret information to your official testimony!
Changes statement from "His first blow struck true! Bam!... And that's all she wrote." to "I put my back to the wall to fight, but the thief's blow landed upon my third eye."
Atmey:
I put my back to the wall to fight, but the thief's blow landed upon my third eye.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Umm... Where is this "third eye" you're talking about?
Atmey:
Oh... it's right between my right and left eye brows. ...It's quite invisible to the unenlightened. You may call it the forehead, if you like.
Phoenix:
(Why didn't you just say that in the first place!?)
Atmey:
Sir Lawyer! It looks like the creases in your own forehead are getting deeper!
Maya:
So Mr. Atmey got hit on the forehead then?
Phoenix:
That's what he says.
Maya:
Hmm... I've got a funny feeling about that.
Phoenix:
(Actually, so do I.)
Present Shichishito
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Atmey! Your testimony is crumbling like a house of cards."
Maya:
Well what do you think, Nick?
Phoenix:
Well, there's one thing that I'm absolutely sure of now.
Maya:
Yeah? What is it!?
Phoenix:
The Luke Atmey guy... He's definitely hiding something!
Maya:
B-But why?
Phoenix:
I think I'm starting to figure out what really happened that night. (...And about the true nature of this "detective".)
Phoenix:
Detective Atmey! Your testimony is crumbling like a house of cards.
Atmey:
What fun this is, Sir Lawyer! It is truly a pleasure to cross swords with you! And now, once again, you have thrown down the gauntlet at my armored feet...
Phoenix:
I believe this is what you said yesterday.
Atmey:
No, the coward must have wormed his way in through somewhere besides the door... Perhaps the air ducts or the sewer pipes... Then my arch-nemesis struck me on the head from behind with this gruesome item here!
Judge:
From behind, huh?
Phoenix:
But just now you testified that he struck you on the forehead... I hardly think you could forget where you were hit on the head!
Atmey:
...Urk! It seems... I-I've made another mistake.
Phoenix:
...Detective Atmey. That's not the only strange part of your testimony.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean by that?
Phoenix:
For example... The very fact that you hid the calling card from the police itself is strange! It's almost as if... You were afraid they were going to help with security!
Atmey:
U-Urk...! Geniuses such as myself have always been misunderstood! How sad...
Phoenix:
That's wrong!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...To err is human, to forgive divine. Humans aren't machines... They have souls, feelings. They live, they die, they love, they hate... And yes, they even make mistakes...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Hey, hold on! It-It's not as pretty as that!
Godot:
Really? What is it like then!?
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
Always chase a riddle down to the end. That's one of my rules.
Phoenix:
(This is it... This might just be my chance to turn things around!)
Judge:
...Mr. Wright. What exactly is it that you're asserting?
Phoenix:
Very well, Your Honor. The defense asserts that...
Mr. Atmey is no Ace Detective!
Phoenix:
The truth is... this witness is no Ace Detective at all!
Atmey:
...So then what exactly are you saying that I am?
Phoenix:
Uh, umm... Well, an average detective...?
Judge:
I hardly see the relevance of that.
Maya:
Wh-What are you doing, Nick!? Weren't you going to go on the attack?
Phoenix:
I was planning on it, but it looks I'm the one who got attacked instead.
Judge:
Think harder next time!
Leads back to:
"...Mr. Wright. What exactly is it that you're asserting?"
this Mr. Atmey is a fake!
Phoenix:
This witness isn't Luke Atmey... He's a fake!
Atmey:
...So now it's not just Mask☆DeMasque. You're saying I'm a fake, too?
Phoenix:
An Ace Detective could never be as forgetful as this guy!
Godot:
Imposters like you are often suspicious of others as well.
Judge:
Really, this is too much. Next you'll be calling me a fake, too!
Leads back to:
"...Mr. Wright. What exactly is it that you're asserting?"
Mr. Atmey is Mask☆DeMasque!
Leads to:
"The answer is simple! It's all clear to me now!"
Phoenix:
The answer is simple! It's all clear to me now! Detective Atmey's true identity is actually... Mask☆DeMasque!
Atmey:
Yeeeeaaargggh!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Mr. Wright! What is the meaning of this!?
Phoenix:
There are too many unnatural parts to Mr. Atmey's story. He says he was "hiding" at the crime scenes, which is why no one ever saw him there. And then, in his last case, he manages to outperform Detective Gumshoe and... ...the entire police force to "miraculously" retrieve the stolen treasure.
Atmey:
Th-That's because... I analyzed the crime scene data and made an exquisitely elegant deduction. I picked up clues that the police overlooked in order to arrive at a...
Phoenix:
Oh, please! The explanation is far simpler than that, "Detective Atmey"! The truth is that you are, in fact, Mask☆DeMasque.
Atmey:
Gurk...!
Judge:
B-But Mr. Wright! Th-This photo! It clearly shows Mask☆DeMasque! This security camera belongs to Lordly Tailor Department Store! He shouldn't have been able to manipulate it...
Phoenix:
He didn't need to manipulate it! He gained access to the warehouse under the pretense of providing "security"... Then he simply dressed as the "thief" and stole the urn.
Judge:
So... the Ace Detective is actually an Ace Thief! Is this true, witness!?
Atmey:
... Aha... Hee hee hee ha ha ha Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ho ho ho hee hee hee! DeMasque's M. O. is pure genius! And so am I, Luke Atmey, Ace Detective!! You're very clever to have come to such a conclusion! I am impressed, Sir Lawyer!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaat!? Witness! You... You're admitting it!?
Maya:
N-Nick! Now's your chance!
Phoenix:
Yes! Time to put the last nail in this guy's coffin! Detective Atmey! When you assumed the thief's identity--
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Godot Blend #102... ...My personal favorite.
Judge:
M-Mr. Godot!
Godot:
"The Ace Detective is actually an Ace Thief!" I smell a best-selling novel! There's only one problem... It simply isn't true.
Judge:
B-But Mr. Godot! Mr. Wright has made some very strong points and I...
Godot:
I will admit my opponent has woven a compelling narrative out of whole cloth. But it is, in fact, nothing more than a patchwork quilt. Mr. Trite... If this detective really is the thief, then show us the proof of your claim. But it had better be as hot... and as perfect as the coffee dripping down your face!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright!? Don't just stand there! This court would like to see this decisive proof you have! Quickly!
Phoenix:
Huh!? Oh! Y-Yes, of course! (Wh-What's the big rush...?)
Maya:
Are you alright, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Atmey looks pretty rattled right now... I'd like to finish this right now if I can. But can I really do it?) The decisive evidence that proves Mr. Luke Atmey is in fact Mask☆DeMasque...
is right here!
Phoenix:
As usual, the defense comes prepared, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well then... Let's see what you've got. Please present proof that Mask☆DeMasque is actually Mr. Luke Atmey!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here's your proof!
Judge:
What do you think, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
It looks to me like Mr. Trite is still a mite sleepy. Perhaps he'd like a big mug of my special Godot blend? Well?
Phoenix:
N-No thanks, I'm fine! Really! (What do I do now? Another mistake like that and I'm through! Without some decisive evidence, I could be risking everything...)
I've got all I need.
Leads back to:
"As usual, the defense comes prepared, Your Honor!"
I don't have a thing.
Leads to:
"Proof? Of course I... I... ...I've got nothing."
has yet to be found!
Leads to:
"Proof? Of course I... I... ...I've got nothing."
Phoenix:
Proof? Of course I... I... ...I've got nothing.
Godot:
Ha...! Just what I thought. A man has to told his head up high no matter how bad things get, after all. 
Phoenix:
Uuugh...
Judge:
I see... I thought perhaps you had some evidence to back up your assertion...
Phoenix:
(This is no good! I've got to stay on the attack! I'll never get another chance to prove that this guy is the thief!)
Maya:
Don't give up, Nick! Think harder and try again!
Phoenix:
It's no good... I'm just not ready yet...
Maya:
B-But... Are you going to just give up and let us lose this?
Atmey:
So, you've come to your senses, have you Sir Lawyer?
Phoenix:
I... Unnngh... (Argh! I can't think of a counter-attack at all...)
Judge:
It seems the cloud of suspicion surrounding this witness has lifted. Mr. Godot. If you have anything further to add, then--
???:
Hold it!
Judge:
Wh... Wh-Who... ...Who are you?
Desirée:
That doesn't really matter right now, does it?
Phoenix:
Ms. DeLite! What are you doing here?
Desirée:
Nicky boy! The thing you've been looking for... I think I found it!
Judge:
You mean... that bag!?
Desirée:
No, not the bag! What's in the bag! ...Well?
Judge:
Th-That's...
Maya:
the Sacred Urn!! Nick! It's the urn!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ...You! Madame...! That urn... Where did you find it!?
Desirée:
You'll never believe it... It was in the office of Mr. Fancy Pants Ace Detective! ...Luke Atmey!
Ron:
Oh, Dessie! You're the best!
Sacred Urn updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Well? How do you explain that one, Mr. Atmey!?
Atmey:
...
Phoenix:
Even you are going to have a hard time weaseling out of this one!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! Pathetic...
Judge:
Mr. Godot...? Do you have something you wish to say?
Godot:
Yes, Your Honor... It simply amazes me how quickly times change... In the old days, a man was to be taken at his word. It's truly sad...
Judge:
You're still denying that Mr. Atmey was involved!?
Godot:
Before casting aspersions at Detective Atmey, consider the young lady here. Your name is Desirée... Desirée DeLite. Is that correct?
Desirée:
Y-Yes! What about it?
Godot:
Ha...! How charming... The lengths that a woman is willing to go to save her husband is truly inspiring.
Desirée:
Wh-What are you insinuating!?
Godot:
As the wife of the criminal, you could have "discovered" that stolen urn anywhere. Including the office of the good detective here. So you found the urn. What does that prove? It certainly doesn't prove where the urn was before you "found" it.
Desirée:
What...? I just brought it here from the detective's office!
Godot:
Please Madame... This town is already filled to the brim with lies. Any more could only compound the tragedy we have been witness to.
Desirée:
You're wrong! I would never...! I would never do such a thing!
Phoenix:
Ms. DeLite...
Desirée:
Please, Nicky boy! You've got to help me talk some sense into these people!
Phoenix:
(There must be some way! I've got to prove that urn was actually in the Atmey Detective Agency...)
Testify about what I saw
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
What's wrong? Isn't it your job to come up with something to say...?
Maya:
Nick! Come on! It should be easy to prove! After all, we checked out that bag, didn't we?
Phoenix:
You're right. I remember doing that. Whatever was in there, it was hard and round... And smooth, too.
Maya:
Yes! It must have been the urn! It must have!
Phoenix:
But... I never actually saw it with my own eyes.
Maya:
...?
Phoenix:
Atmey walked in just when I was about to have a look at it... So even if it was the urn in there, I can't testify that it was.
Maya:
Ack! You're right!!
Godot:
Ha...! It looks like I was wrong about you, Mr. Trite. In this town overflowing with lies, there's still a single flickering candle of truth.
Desirée:
Nicky boy...!
Phoenix:
(Well, it's true that I never actually saw the urn... But maybe I can still testify about it from another angle!)
Judge:
What about it, Mr. Wright? Have you given up yet...?
Leads back to:
"There must be some way!"
Show fingerprints on the urn
Phoenix:
I can prove where the urn was... ...by the fingerprints on it!
Judge:
Fingerprints, eh...
Atmey:
Oh come now! Now you're really making me laugh, Sir Lawyer! Fingerprints indeed!
Phoenix:
...
Atmey:
May I go on? Good. Now it would be perfectly understandable if my fingerprints were on the urn. After all, it was I who was guarding the urn in the first time! In any case, I am always in the habit of wearing gloves as you can see. So unfortunately, my fingerprints wouldn't be evidence of anything.
Judge:
What about it, Mr. Wright? This witness's fingerprints would mean nothing anyway.
Maya:
N-Nick, what are you going to do now?
Phoenix:
(I've come too far to turn back now! Atmey must have brought the urn back to his office yesterday... And there, I'm sure someone must have left their fingerprints on it...!) The defense proposes that the fingerprints of this person should be on the urn!
Present Phoenix Wright profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"So what is all this fuss about fingerprints anyway...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
Let me give you an important piece of advice. The one who keeps a cool head all the way until the game's end is the winner.
Judge:
Let me give you an even more important piece of advice, Mr. Wright... You are not going to win this game with that answer.
Maya:
Wow... Even the judge is making cool, snappy remarks now...
Phoenix:
(D-Does that mean I was wrong again? Hmm... The urn was put in that bag and carried to the detective's office yesterday. That means the person I should be fingering is... the person who left their prints on the urn yesterday at the Atmey Detective Agency!)
Maya:
Do you really think there's someone that could fit the bill?
Name another person
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? What have you decided?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please give me just one more chance!
Leads back to:
"The defense proposes that the fingerprints of this person should be on the urn!"
Think it over again
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? What have you decided to do?
Phoenix:
Forgive me, Your Honor. I've decided to think the whole thing over again.
Leads back to:
"There must be some way!"
I can't prove anything yet
Phoenix:
I can't prove anything yet.
Maya:
But Nick!
Judge:
Very well... It looks like that's all then.
Godot:
Exactly... And this urn is all the proof I need to make my case...
Phoenix:
What?
Godot:
You still don't get it, huh? Listen closely, Mr. Trite. This is the urn that Mask☆DeMasque stole, right? Now the wife of the accused comes strolling in here with the very same urn, correct? Now, who would you think is the thief?
Phoenix:
Ah...!
Desirée:
No! That's wrong! That's not why I've got it...
Maya:
N-Nick! Y-You can't let him do this...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, this isn't good... There has to be another way around this...) Your Honor! Please let me think it over one more time!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. It's high time that you learn your lesson. The courtroom is no place for poorly thought-out or rash declarations!
Phoenix:
(I have to be careful... He won't be so nice next time...)
Leads back to:
"There must be some way!"
Atmey:
So what is all this fuss about fingerprints anyway...?
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey... Do you recall the events of yesterday?
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Come on! Open it up!
Phoenix:
Hey! Wait a minute! We can't just open his private property!
Maya:
Don't be such a fuddy-duddy! This is an important investigation! Well? What's in there?
Phoenix:
H-Hang on a sec. I'm taking it out now... (Whatever it is, it feels... kinda hard... and smooth...)
Atmey:
...Well, hello there!!
Phoenix:
It's true that I didn't get a chance to look in the bag at that time. But! I did touch what was inside.
Atmey:
Wh-What!? Y-You touched it...?
Phoenix:
And I remember it very well. It was "smooth and hard".
Atmey:
W-Well, err... Th-That was just...
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I'd like the court to examine the fingerprints on that urn. If my fingerprints are on there... Then it proves that the urn was in Detective Atmey's office!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Well, even if your fingerprints are on the urn... ...it still doesn't prove when they were put there, does it?
Phoenix:
Of course it does.
Godot:
Wh-What did you just say!?
Phoenix:
Not what I said, it's what Adrian Andrews, the person in charge of the exhibition said.
Andrews:
I polished it until it was just about glowing... I thought maybe I could make it looks more valuable!
Phoenix:
If she polished it that much, she must have removed any and all fingerprints on it. And the only chance I had to get my fingerprints on it after that was... Yesterday! At the Atmey Detective Agency!
Godot:
Ha...! This blend... Godot Blend #107... I've decided... It's a little too bitter after all!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! I accept the defense's request! Bailiff! Take this urn and...
Atmey:
Wait! Wait a moment, Your Honor! ...There's no need for that.
Judge:
N-No need you say...?
Atmey:
Precisely... I already know Mr. Wright's fingerprints are on the urn...
Judge:
Wh-What are you saying!
Phoenix:
(Yes! I've finally broken him down!)
Atmey:
Hee hee hee ha ha ha Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ho ho ho hee hee! Take a good look, everyone! Unable to find a rival worthy of my genius, I was forced to create one by myself! Here I am! The tragic clown... 
Maya:
This guy is nuttier than a fruitcake...
Atmey:
You see! It was me all along! I am the one and only Mask☆DeMasque! Ha ha! I hope you all enjoyed my little performance! Hee hee hee ha ha ha Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ho ho ho hee hee hee!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Godot... What's Mr. Atmey's condition?
Godot:
He's still in the lobby, laughing insanely, Your Honor. I wish I could enjoy the joke as much as he seems to be.
Judge:
Well, it looks like the matter has been settled. I came perilously close to besmirching the record of an innocent young man. Besmirching him with the title of "thief"!
Maya:
Nick, you were right after all!
Phoenix:
(Yeah! I guess Mr. DeLite really wasn't the thief!)
Judge:
The court finds the defendant, Mr. Ron DeLite...
Hold it!
Ron:
You're wrong! Wrong I tell you! Err, umm, I mean... Not exactly wrong so much, but actually not right is what I really trying to say
Phoenix:
(Oh no... He's not... This can't be happening...)
Ron:
The thief... The sneaky, odious thief who's been stealing all the treasures... It's me! I'm him! I'm the one you want! I'm the thief I tell you! So do it...! Pronounce me guilty! Pleeeease!! 
Phoenix:
...
Godot:
...
............
Judge:
I don't know what kind of a kangaroo court you all think this is, but...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The true identity of the thief has already been proven! Please hurry and pass judg--
Ron:
What are you talking about!? I already confessed! I'm the thief I tell you!
Judge:
...Mr. Godot! Don't just stand there drinking coffee!
Godot:
Ha...! Hey there, Mr. Thief...
Ron:
Y-Yes! Yes, sir!?
Godot:
If you're really a man, then clean up your own mess.
Ron:
I-I'm sorry... I'm afraid I just don't have any idea what do you mean.
Godot:
If you are Mask☆DeMasque... then prove it. That's what it means.
Ron:
Y-Yes, sir! I'll be happy to!
Maya:
He says he'll be happy to, Nick...
Phoenix:
It's kinda cute... He's 100% committed to his fantasy.
Godot:
Good boy! Just remember one thing. A boy only gets one chance in his life to become a man!
Ron:
I-I know that! I-I won't fail! I swear!
Godot:
OK, then... Talk! ...We're all listening.
Judge:
Oh well... Let's all have a listen to this "confession"...
Witness Testimony
-- Mask☆DeMasque's Identity --
Ron:
The truth is, I've been Mask☆DeMasque all along!
I mean, you can't prove that I'm not actually Mask☆DeMasque, can you?
I don't have an alibi for the night the urn was stolen, after all!
I donned my costume that night and dancingly descended upon the scene of the crime!
Look! You can see right there in the photo! That's me!
As for my broach, I snagged it on the door handle and it got torn off, that's all!
Judge:
Hmm... I don't like the direction this trial has taken...
Phoenix:
(But this is how every trial goes... At least with me, anyway...)
Godot:
Ha...! You're doing great!
Ron:
Hee hee hee... Stop it, Mr. Godot... You're embarrassing me.
Godot:
Like I said, you're only going to get one chance to testify, alright? But if you make it through this with flying colors, I'll keep my promise, too. I'll make sure you stay locked up in prison as the one and only true Mask☆DeMasque!
Ron:
Thanks so much, Mr. Godot! I... I'll do my best!
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright. I'm afraid it's time for the cross-examination.
Phoenix:
*sigh*
Cross Examination
-- Mask☆DeMasque's Identity --
Ron:
The truth is, I've been Mask☆DeMasque all along!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You may think you're real Mask☆DeMasque... but your wife thinks you're delusional.
Ron:
I haven't told Dessie yet... About my true identity, I mean... Believe me, I've got my reasons.
Phoenix:
(With the way your room is decked out, how could she NOT know about it...?)
Judge:
Hmm... Even thieves have complicated family situations, I suppose.
Phoenix:
(What should I do? It sounds like we're about to get sidetracked... again.)
Press harder
Phoenix:
So why are you withholding the truth from your wife?
Ron:
Well... first of all, I don't think she'd believe me anyway... And second... If there's one thing that Dessie absolutely detests... ...it's criminals.
Judge:
If that's the case, then why did you ever start thieving to begin with?
Ron:
Well, Dessie is crazy about shopping. She's a real shopaholic... But she's the love of my life, Your Honor. I guess you could say I'm a "Dessie-aholic"...
Judge:
Hmm... So you do have a complicated family situation after all.
Phoenix:
...Alright, that's enough. Please continue with your testimony. I beg of you.
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it
Phoenix:
(There's no point in digging through any more of their dirty laundry...) Well, why don't you continue with your testimony for now.
Leads back to cross-examination
Ron:
I mean, you can't prove that I'm not actually Mask☆DeMasque, can you?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Umm... I thought you were going to be the one to show US the proof. You know, that you're the real Mask☆DeMasque and not just some kind of obsessed fanboy.
Ron:
Hey now, that's not fair. Why do I have to do all the hard work anywaaaaay!?
Phoenix:
(Maybe because you're the one making the outrageous claim... for a change.)
Maya:
Come on, Nick! You know that Mr. DeLite couldn't have committed the crime! You're the one with the fancy law degree! It's time to put it to work already!
Phoenix:
I need some kind of proof that Ron couldn't possibly be Mask☆DeMasque...
Maya:
Well, I guess if you had that kind of proof, we wouldn't still be here, would we...?
Phoenix:
(For the time being, maybe I need to shift strategy... I should try to show that Mr. DeLite couldn't have stolen the urn.)
Ron:
Anyway, I...
Present Ron's Wallet or Key Card
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. DeLite. This wallet belongs to you, correct?"
Ron:
I don't have an alibi for the night the urn was stolen, after all!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You've got no alibi...?
Judge:
I've been a judge for a long time... And this is the first time I've ever heard a defendant brag about having no alibi.
Ron:
But I tell you I was in Lordly Tailor that night! ...Errr, no. That's too vague, even for me. To be more precise, I was down in the basement warehouse.
Phoenix:
(Hold on...)
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
Where was Ron DeLite when the crime happened anyway...? If we can prove he had an alibi after all, this case will be a piece of cake.
Maya:
W-Well, you're right, but...
Godot:
Ha...! You think you can prove that? Wake up and smell the coffee!
Phoenix:
W-Well, I think maybe I can...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, do you have any evidence that shows the defendant has an alibi?
No, I have no evidence.
Phoenix:
Of course not! Don't be ridiculous!
Judge:
I-I'm sorry! ...Say! What am I apologizing for!? You! Witness! Hurry up with your testimony already!
Ron:
I-I'm sorry! ...Why is it that I'm always the one that has to apologize to everyone in the end.
Leads back to cross-examination
Yes, I have evidence.
Phoenix:
I have the evidence! Or do you think I'm still some sort of third-rate rookie!?
Judge:
Oh...! I-I've never seen you this angry before!
Godot:
...I'm not surprised. Anger is the last refuge of the pathetic.
Phoenix:
(I thought I was more confident than angry...)
Judge:
Well then, let's see this evidence already. Show to this court evidence that proves where your client was on the night of the crime!
Present Ron's Wallet or Key Card
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. DeLite. This wallet belongs to you, correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here's the evidence!
Godot:
Ha...! It looks like I was right. ...Mr. Trite. The more pathetic a man is, the more likely he is to start pointing fingers!
Phoenix:
For some reason, the good Prosecutor really wants to prove that I'm "pathetic"...
Judge:
That's because you are pathetic! And so is your "evidence"!
Phoenix:
(Oops. I guess I was wrong... Again.)
Ron:
Aha! I told you I didn't have an alibi!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Ron's Wallet or Key Card
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. DeLite. This wallet belongs to you, correct?"
Ron:
I donned my costume that night and dancingly descended upon the scene of the crime!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Dancingly descended"...? From where exactly?
Ron:
Well... From the entrance, I suppose. Where else?
Phoenix:
(So in actuality, he neither "danced" nor "descended"! ...Someone save me. Again.)
Maya:
I guess he thinks "descended" sounds more heroic or thief-like or something.
Ron:
A-Anyway! I was there at the crime scene! Just like I said!
Ron:
Look! You can see right there in the photo! That's me!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
This is the photo that was taken by the security camera at the crime scene...
Judge:
No doubt about it. That's Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
Yes, but don't forget there's something important missing. The real Mask☆DeMasque has a big broach on his chest!
Ron:
As for my broach, I snagged it on the door handle and it got torn off, that's all!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You didn't notice it when your broach was torn off?
Ron:
Huh!? W-Well... I'm always a little nervous when I'm working.
Phoenix:
(There's a bit of clothing left on the back side of the broach. I don't think it could have been torn off that easily...)
Maya:
Yes, but... I don't see what that has to do with anything. Right now we're trying to prove that Mr. DeLite isn't the thief, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess so. (Let me hear that testimony one more time.)
Maya:
Why does Mr. DeLite want to be Mask☆DeMasque so badly anyway? It's kinda disturbing. He doesn't seem like your typical attention whore to me. Unlike, say... you, Nick.
Phoenix:
I am nothing of the sort, thank you very much. (But I gotta admit it is kinda scary the way Ron acts...)
Maya:
Anyway... Time to poke some holes in that testimony of his!
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite. This wallet belongs to you, correct?
Ron:
Ah! Y-Yes. It-It does. I-I had lost it somewhere!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! When you find a wallet, you should report it to the police right away!
Phoenix:
Ah! No! You don't understand. This is an important piece of evidence.
Judge:
"Evidence"...?
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite... When did you first notice that you'd lost your wallet?
Ron:
Err, let's see... I think it was on the night of the crime... But I know I still had it when Dessie and I went out for dinner.
Phoenix:
This wallet was found at approximately 1:00 AM at KB Security headquarters.
Judge:
What...!? Surely you're not serious!?
Phoenix:
Yes... I am serious. This proves that Mr. DeLite was, in fact, at KB Security that night!
Ron:
Noooooo!
Phoenix:
So if the defendant was at KB Security at 1 o'clock in the morning... ...then that proves that he has a watertight alibi!
Ron:
Noooooo!
Phoenix:
Furthermore, considering the distance between Lordly Tailor and KB Security... ...it would have taken 30 minutes to get there by car! (According to Larry anyway...)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Godot!? Do you have anything to say? And stop drinking that coffee!
Godot:
...Come on, Mr. Thief. Don't let this guy beat you! Tell him why he's wrong!
Ron:
You're the only one who calls me "thief", Mr. Godot... ...Alright, I'll try! I-I'll do it! I will!
Maya:
...He's really got Mr. DeLite all worked up...
Phoenix:
Yeah, he's like a kid at his first day of school...
Ron:
Look, it's just ridiculous! Why would I have dropped my wallet at KB Security!? Someone must have planted it there to make it LOOK like I was there and not at the heist.
Maya:
"Planted" it there? He's really reaching now...
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite. You probably dropped your wallet when you took it out to use this, didn't you? The key card to KB Security's CEO's office.
Ron:
Noooo!
Godot:
Ha...! That was a pretty good try, Mr. Trite... Unfortunately, you've overlooked one small thing.
Phoenix:
Wh-What...?
Godot:
"Motive" of course! Why would this thief go to KB Security in the middle of the night anyway!?
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright? It looks like you need some more evidence after all.
Phoenix:
(Grrr! This stupid kid...!)
Judge:
Now then. Let's see your evidence. The evidence that shows why Mr. DeLite went to KB Security at 1 AM that night!
Present Blackmail Letter
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. DeLite... I believe you've seen this before, correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here is your evidence!
Ron:
...What is this supposed to mean, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh!? Well, um... Don't you know?
Ron:
Mr. Wright... If you're a real man, you should clean up your own mess.
Phoenix:
Doh...! (For some reason, it bothers me more when HE says it!)
Leads back to:
"Now then. Let's see your evidence."
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite... I believe you've seen this before, correct?
Ron:
Ah...! Th-That's...!
Judge:
What is it?
Phoenix:
A blackmail letter. That's what it looks like from the contents.
Godot:
B-Blackmail...?
Phoenix:
Yes, basically it says, "bring $50,000 dollars".
Judge:
Hmm... That certainly sounds like blackmail alright...
Phoenix:
At the time of the theft, Mr. DeLite was dealing with the blackmailer himself... ...in KB Security's CEO office, a full half an hour away from the scene of the crime!
Godot:
...Ungh... Urk... No No No No No NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Order! Order! OOOOORDER!! So when the theft of the urn occurred, the defendant was at KB Security... It looks like a perfect case for the defense!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You may see it as a perfect case, Judge, but to me... Well, let's just say that my Godot Blend #107 impresses me a lot more.
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you trying to say?
Godot:
You say the thief was being blackmailed by the CEO of a security company... But... Did you actually investigate this CEO at all?
Phoenix:
Huh!? Well, umm... No... I guess not.
Godot:
Accusing a man of blackmail with no proof? I'm not sure what I think of that...
Phoenix:
("Not sure what I think of that?"... At least I know what I think of you...)
Judge:
Hmm... Good point. I'm not sure what I think of it myself... You claim that the defendant entered the CEO's office... ...but you will need at least one witness to corroborate your claim, Mr. Wright.
Maya:
Nick! I think we're going to have to track down the CEO guy...
Phoenix:
No, we don't have to track down the CEO at all.
Godot:
What do you mean by that, Mr. Trite?
Phoenix:
There is someone else who can testify. This is the person who can testify that the key card was used at 1 AM that night!
Present Larry Butz profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-Who is this useless-looking young man?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
Ha...! That's the first time one of your jokes actually made me truly laugh.
Phoenix:
(Umm, I haven't actually made any jokes... Not intentionally anyway...)
Judge:
Well, perhaps you find it funny, but I fail to see any humor in it!
Phoenix:
(The problem is the key card that was in Ron's wallet... Somehow I need to prove that the card was used at 1 o'clock in the morning.)
Leads back to:
"There is someone else who can testify."
Judge:
Wh-Who is this useless-looking young man?
Phoenix:
You don't remember him, Your Honor?
Judge:
Hmmmm... Not exactly... But just looking at his picture makes the bile start to rise in my throat.
Maya:
It looks like he doesn't remember the case from 2 years ago...
Phoenix:
He probably blocked out that memory on purpose. Anyway, this man was working as a guard at KB Security that night.
Godot:
Oh...?
Phoenix:
The question at hand is this key card.
Butz:
Yup. That's the key card they use at the building I work in. According to the serial number, this one is for the CEO's office. You need it to get into that room, and every time you use that card, it leaves a record.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
As you can see, there's no need to investigate the CEO of KB Security! We should be able to discover the truth simply by analyzing this key card's data!
Godot:
Bwaaaah...!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
The name of the CEO of KB Security is Kane Bullard. I was unable to contact him directly, but... I got the key card data. ...Here.
Judge:
S-So what does it show!?
Godot:
Each key card has its own serial number and they leave detailed records of their use. According to this data... this card was used at 1 AM on the morning of the crime.
Key Card updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
But that means... it can't be Mr. DeLite dressed as Mask☆DeMasque in this photo!
Godot:
Ha...! It looks like you're right. Two minutes isn't even enough time to brew a good cup o' Joe...
Phoenix:
So... So then...!
Godot:
Ron DeLite was clearly in the office of KB Security's CEO at the time of the crime. ...The prosecutor's office is ready to admit that fact. Therefore, it's impossible for the defendant to be Mask☆DeMasque.
Maya:
Good job! You did it, Nick!
Judge:
...That's enough! I came perilously close to besmirching the record of an innocent young man. Besmirching him with the title of "thief"! ...
Phoenix:
Wh-What's wrong, Your Honor?
Judge:
I'm ready to pass judgement... But before I do that, do you have any further objections?
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor!
Godot:
Hrpmh...!
Ron:
Unnnggh...
Judge:
...Very well. The court finds the defendant, Mr. Ron DeLite...
Not Guilty
Judge:
This court is adjourned!
October 13, 2:24 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 4
Maya:
Nick! You did it! You were right after all! Actually... I'm a little bit ashamed of myself.
Desirée:
Nicky boy!
Phoenix:
Oh! Ms. DeLite...!
Desirée:
I knew you could do it! I believed in you all along, Nicky boy! ...I don't know how I can ever repay you.
Phoenix:
Aww... Shucks... Thanks, Ms. DeLite. (I just know I'm blushing...)
Pearl:
Congratulations, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Oh! P-Pearls...! (I've got a bad feeling about this...)
Pearl:
*gasp!* Wh-Who is this woman!
Phoenix:
Oh, she... She's nobody... She's just ahh...
Pearl:
You're blushing! How dare you do this in front of Mystic Maya! You should be ashamed of yourself!
Phoenix:
(Yeowch! She slapped me...)
Maya:
Umm, Pearly... This woman is Ms. Desirée DeLite. She's our client's wife.
Pearl:
*gasp!* Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes!?
Pearl:
You're even worse than I thought! Going behind the back of your own client...!
Phoenix:
N-N-No! You've got it all wrong!
Pearl:
I'll never forgive you!
Phoenix:
(Owww... A double slap...)
Maya:
Well, anyway, All's well that ends well, right? We got the Sacred Urn back and the thief has been caught!
Desirée:
You're so right! And it's all thanks to Nicky boy here!
Maya:
But actually it was you, Ms. DeLite, that brought us our urn back! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Desirée:
Oh, please... You're embarrassing me!
Phoenix:
(If we won the case... ...then why does this guy still looks so glum...?)
Ron:
Ugggh... But I am the thief... Actually, what's the point now
Desirée:
...What is it, honey? I did my best for you, Ronnie!
Ron:
I-I know that and I appreciate it, Dessie... But the thing is...
Godot:
Come on... Give the kid some time. He's just got a little touch of the blues. You know about feeling blue, right, amigo?
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Godot! What are you doing here!?
Godot:
Oh come on! I just came here to say thanks to my newest buddy... ...You, Mr. Trite.
Phoenix:
(Maybe you should learn my name before you call me "buddy"...)
Godot:
Well, playtime is over.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
Early this morning... the body of Kane Bullard was discovered.
Maya:
Kane Bullard...? Where have I heard that name before?
Desirée:
Isn't that... the name of the CEO of KB Security?
Maya:
B-Body...?
Godot:
The estimated time of death was 1 AM on October 12th.
Phoenix:
1 AM on October 12th...? Y-You don't mean!?
Godot:
...That's right, amigo. At the same time that a cheap little urn was being stolen... ...the CEO of KB Security was being murdered.
Phoenix:
S-So then... What are you doing here?
Godot:
Oh come on. You've figured it out already, haven't you amigo? Or... Have you already forgotten about that piece of info I helped you out with today?
Phoenix:
("Helped me out"? What!?)
Godot:
On October 12th, at 1 o'clock in the morning... Ron DeLite was in the CEO's office... ...The scene of the murder. After getting that blackmail letter, he must have been imbrued with utter rage.
Maya:
Wh-What are you saying!? Imbrued with rage...?
Godot:
Come on! Don't tell me you didn't know it! Ron DeLite was once an employee of KB Security... He was a professional security guard.
Phoenix:
(An employee of KB Security!?)
Godot:
It looks like the alibi that saved him from being convicted as a thief... ...is going to be the noose that gets him hanged. Kind of an "anti-alibi".
Maya:
No way...
Godot:
He can't be the thief because he was at the murder scene when the murder occurred!
Desirée:
N-No! Th-That's a lie! It can't be true!
Ron:
Oh! Ohhhh! B-But I... I am a thief I tell you!
Godot:
Ron DeLite. You're going back to prison again. This time the charge is much more serious. This time you'll be tried for murder.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? This can't... This is impossible!
Godot:
I'm looking forward to another exciting showdown, Mr. Trite!
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
You and I aren't through with each other yet. Surely you won't back down from a challenge! You've never been a coward!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Is there something personal between you two...?
Godot:
I've returned from the depths of Hell to do battle with you. ...At least let me have some fun while I'm here!
Phoenix:
(This guy... Who the heck is he!? He may be quiet... But he's the most dangerous enemy I've ever faced...)
Godot:
Well then... Time to say goodbye to Mr. DeLite.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
N-Nick...! How could this be happening?
Phoenix:
Right in front of our every eyes, our client has been arrested for murder. And the one who established his presence at the scene... was me.
Desirée:
EEEEEYYYAAAAHHH! R-RONNNIEEEEEEEE!
Phoenix:
(Arrested for murder on the very same day he's declared innocent of larceny... What the heck's going to happen next!?)
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for mis-interpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Ron DeLite...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately... ...to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
The Stolen Turnabout
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Part 1
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Part 4
October 13, 3:02 PM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
You know, I'm glad we found the urn and all, but poor Mr. DeLite got arrested again.
Phoenix:
Well, supposedly, Mr. DeLite was in the CEO's office when the murder occurred.
Maya:
No way, Jose! I don't buy it!
Pearl:
But the one who proved that Mr. DeLite was there... It was Mr. Nick himself... ...At least, from what I can understand.
Maya:
Looks like you did too good of a job this time, Nick.
Phoenix:
Um, ah... well, how about we get started looking into the KB Security murder?
Pearl:
I think I'm going to head back to Kurain Village for a little while, if that's alright.
Maya:
Sure. But why?
Pearl:
I'm going to bring the Sacred Urn back and have some people take a look at it!
Maya:
Oh, that's a good idea! I think I'll go with--
Pearl:
No! Mystic Maya! You should stay here! I want you to spend some special quality time together, full of love and happiness!
Phoenix:
(...Maybe Pearls is so caught up in her fantasy she forgot there's a murder to solve.)
Sacred Urn given to Pearls.
Pearl:
Now remember! No fighting, OK?
Phoenix:
...She's gone.
Maya:
OK, Nick! Time to get doing on this murder investigation!
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
So, what do we do now?
Maya:
Isn't it obvious!? We should get out there and investigate the murder!
Phoenix:
Well first, we need to find out exactly where KB Security is located.
Maya:
...Hey! Why don't we ask Ms. DeLite! She should know! Besides, I want to ask her some stuff about motorcycles!
Phoenix:
Motorcycles...? You're not thinking of getting one, are you?
Maya:
I'm not the same little Maya who used to be happy with her dinky little bike, Nicky boy.
Phoenix:
*sigh*... Speaking of asking around, I've got a few questions of my own for Mr. DeLite...
Maya:
OK, well, let's make sure to go to the detention center, too!
Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
You must be relieved we got the Sacred Urn back, huh?
Maya:
You bet! ...But there's something a little different about it.
Phoenix:
...?
Maya:
Don't "...?" at me! It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I mean, take a look at this. It clearly says, "I AM" on the urn in the poster. But the urn we got back says, "AMI", like it always used to.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah... You're right.
Maya:
Plus, the vase has pink splotches on it now... ...I'm sure they wasn't there before!
Phoenix:
(Maya doesn't know, but 1 year ago... when the urn was broken... ...the repairer accidentally turned Mystic Ami's name into "I AM". And that repairer was one mechanically unskilled little Pearls. But still... I don't remember ever seeing pink splotches on it.)
Maya:
Is it possible that urn is a fake?
Phoenix:
I'm sure Pearls'll find out about that once she gets back to Kurain Village.
Maya:
Yeah, I suppose...
Phoenix:
(Now that I think about it... Maya hasn't been back to Kurain Village in a long time...)
Kurain Village (appears after "Sacred Urn")
Phoenix:
So... I guess people still go to Kurain Village to do their training, right?
Maya:
Yup. If you want to become a spirit medium, you need to undergo severe training.
Phoenix:
So why haven't you been training lately, Maya?
Maya:
Well... Lately I've been thinking of heading to a channeling dojo to do just that.
Phoenix:
A "channeling dojo", huh...? Sounds pretty serious, whatever that is.
Maya:
If you're going to train, you have to be serious. Otherwise real tragedies can happen.
Phoenix:
Is what happened last year still bothering you...?
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
(That murder in her village... It happened because the power of channeling was misused.)
Maya:
When a medium uses the Kurain Technique, she temporarily loses her own will.
Phoenix:
So when an especially strong spirit is summoned... ...the spirit medium can get taken over and even forced to commit terrible crimes. What's worse, in those cases, the spirit medium has no memory of what happened. That murder... it wasn't your fault, Maya. You know that, don't you?
Maya:
I suppose not, but... ...I guess I'm still a bit shaken up. That's all.
Phoenix:
(It sounds like being the Master of Kurain is going to be a heavy responsibility...)
Present
Treasure Exhibit Poster
Maya:
I'm glad we got the Sacred Urn back and all...
Phoenix:
So then how come you don't look any happier?
Maya:
Why should I!? I don't know if it should say "AMI" or "I AM" on it anymore... ...and now it's got big pink polka dots on it that weren't there anymore!
Phoenix:
Don't you think you're overreacting just a little?
Maya:
Overreacting!? Nick! I can't believe you said that! I mean, it's like... like... I got it! It's like if I came in wearing polka dots on my acolyte costume every day and said... "Hi, Nick! I'm Ayam!" Well!? Do you still think it's no big deal?
Phoenix:
...I guess... it would be... um... a real disaster...?
Maya:
You see! You see! Well that's how I feel!
Camera Data
Phoenix:
According to this data, the thief showed up at the basement warehouse at...
Maya:
Um, 1 o'clock in the morning, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah, but remember, this data came from Atmey... For all we know, he might have somehow tampered with it.
Maya:
But... But then, what about this photo? It's got the time on it, too!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, and the security camera belonged to Lordly Tailor. Atmey couldn't have tampered with the photo's timestamp to show the wrong time...)
Maya:
I guess that means this data is accurate after all.
Security Camera Photo
Maya:
So the Mask☆DeMasque in this photo... ...is Detective Atmey in disguise, huh?
Phoenix:
It looks that way. (Atmey knew there was a security camera set up in the basement... So I'm guessing this photo was probably a part of his elaborate plan...)
Shichishito
Phoenix:
It's still bent, isn't it?
Maya:
Detective Atmey said it got bent when the thief hit him on the head with it.
Phoenix:
Well, it looks like he ended up the bent one after he turned out to be the thief. He must have damaged the sword himself to back up his phony story.
Maya:
Yeah... I guess he really does have a brawny mind, huh?
Blackmail Letter
Maya:
So Mr. DeLite was being blackmailed, huh? By the CEO of the security company he used to work for.
Phoenix:
Yeah, it looks like it. (Sounds like we still need to do some more poking around...)
Maya:
You'd better watch yourself and not do anything naughty either, Nick.
Phoenix:
(Was that a threat? Is she trying to blackmail ME now...?)
Ron's Wallet or CEO Office Key Card
Phoenix:
This was found in the building where the crime took place on the very night of the murder. And according to the time record on the key card inside...
Maya:
Yeah, it was used right around the time of the murder... Doesn't sound very good, huh?
Publicity Photo, Ron DeLite profile or Mask☆DeMasque profile
Maya:
So Detective Atmey was Mask☆DeMasque after all, huh?
Phoenix:
I guess so... After all, he did admit it.
Maya:
Yes, but Mr. DeLite still hasn't changed his tune. He's still claiming that he's the real Mask☆DeMasque. You don't think he's just saying that to avoid the murder charge, do you?
Phoenix:
(I-I'm not sure...)
DeMasque's Broach
Maya:
This was found on the floor of the basement warehouse. So does that mean... Detective Atmey put it there himself?
Phoenix:
That's the only explanation I can think of. I guess he wanted to make sure it looked like he'd struggled with the thief that night.
Phoenix Wright profile
Maya:
You're not very photogenic, are you?
Phoenix:
...! (Maybe I shouldn't show this picture to too many people... And yet... I've walked around my whole life, showing this face of mine to the world... I wonder if I've just been making a fool of myself with this silly face...)
Maya:
Um, I was only joking, Nick... Don't make such a sad face. You're making me feel guilty.
Pearl Fey profile
Maya:
Pearly sure is a good kid.
Phoenix:
Yeah. But she tends to let her imagination get the best of her, though.
Maya:
That's one of the things I like about her, silly! Slapping you the way she did! She's a tough one alright!
Phoenix:
You're telling me! I think she knocked a few teeth loose. (Pearls is only 9, but it's amazing how emotionally strong she is. After all... the only "family" she has left is her only cousin, Maya.)
Luke Atmey profile
Maya:
I can hardly believe that guy was really the thief in disguise! I never saw that coming! Then again, I stink at spotting those "plot twist" things.
Phoenix:
Detective Atmey seemed to really enjoy himself today. Maybe a little too much.
Maya:
Ha ha, yeah. Today was pretty wild. Like the plot of some crazy comic book!
Phoenix:
Great, glad you had fun while I was getting abused by the prosecutor... as always.
Larry Butz profile
Maya:
Oh, it's Larry. He's your childhood friend, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I've known him since elementary school.
Maya:
Wow...! That's even longer than I've known Pearly. You two must have lots of good memories together!
Phoenix:
I guess so. But I can hardly remember them... They've been erased by all the traumatic ones.
Godot profile
Maya:
Say, Nick... What do you think that thing attached to his face is anyway?
Phoenix:
Don't ask me.
Maya:
Why not? You know him, don't you?
Phoenix:
I've never met that guy before in my life! And believe me, he's not exactly forgettable.
Maya:
Yeah, but at the trial today, he said...
Godot:
So we finally meet... Mr. Phoenix Trite!
Godot:
I've returned from the depths of Hell... To do battle with you.
Phoenix:
You're right about one thing. He sure acts like he knows me.
Maya:
Hey, Nick? I was just thinking... Maybe you should try to stop making people you've never met before into your enemies.
Phoenix:
Trust me, I'd like to stop doing that, too. My poor body can only take so much. (Who is that guy anyway? And what's his story? I wonder if I'll ever find out...)
October 13
Lordly TailorMain Exhibition Hall
Maya:
The Treasures of Kurain exhibit is all ruined now...
Phoenix:
Maya...
Maya:
I'm sorry, it's just so sad... This was our big chance for everyone to learn about spirit channeling...
Phoenix:
(Maybe I can cheer her up somehow...) Well, now that we've got the Sacred Urn back, maybe they can reopen it?
Maya:
R-Really...?
Phoenix:
Sure! Maybe we can label it, "The Urn of Mask☆DeMasque's Desires"! That would probably attract a lot of attention!
Maya:
...Whoa. Whoa. Whoa!! That's brilliant, Nick! We could clean up! And be filthy rich! Woohoo!
Phoenix:
(Wow, that was surprisingly easy...)
October 13
Lordly TailorBasement Warehouse
Andrews:
Oh...! It's you, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews... (What's she still hanging around down here for?)
Andrews:
Um, so! How is it going!? What about the Sacred Urn...?
Phoenix:
The urn...? Oh, that. It's been taken care of already.
Maya:
What do you mean, "Oh, that"!?
Andrews:
"Taken care of"...? Do you mean... It's been found!?
Maya:
Yes! It was brought in during the trial today!
Andrews:
Wow! Really!? You really are the greatest, Mr. Wright.
Maya:
"Mr. Wright" had nothing to do with it. It was Mask☆DeMasque's wife that found it!
Andrews:
Well, anyway, I'm... I'm so relieved!
Examine
Security camera or computer
Maya:
This is the camera and computer that Detective Atmey set up, huh?
Phoenix:
That's what he said.
Maya:
And yet he still let it take a picture of him. I guess he's not as smart as he pretends to be!
Phoenix:
(The camera belonged to Lordly Tailor, so he knew he couldn't tamper with it... So then why would Atmey, I mean, Mask☆DeMasque, allow that to happen...?)
Shichishito
Maya:
Detective Atmey said he got hit on the back of the head with this by the thief. But that was obviously a lie.
Andrews:
Because it turned out that Atmey was the real thief... It's still hard to believe...
Phoenix:
(It looks like Adrian feels really bad about it...)
Andrews:
I'm going to take full responsibility and fix that sword myself! I know I don't look it, but I have complete confidence that I can fix it right up! I promise I'll fix it so you never knew it was bent in the first place!
Maya:
P-Please be gentle with it...
Door to the storeroom
Phoenix:
It looks like the door to the actual storeroom. I can see lots of big boxes and stuff back there.
Maya:
I guess that's where they were keeping the Sacred Urn.
Phoenix:
Remember, Maya. Ms. Andrews said we're not allowed in there.
Golden Ami statue
Phoenix:
The statue wasn't where it is now when we first came here, right?
Maya:
Yeah, it was right next to the door, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
Well, if someone moved it, it was probably Mask☆DeMasque.
Maya:
Maybe he didn't like being watched by Mystic Ami while he stole the urn.
Phoenix:
...Hey! Cut it out! You're giving me the creeps with that kind of talk!
Organize panels
Phoenix:
It says "ORGANI".
Maya:
No it doesn't, Nick! It says, "ORGANIZE"! You just can't see the last two letters.
Phoenix:
Yeah, well I guess no one else could read it either, because this place is a mess.
Maya:
Yeah. So you should feel right at home, right?
Talk
DeMasque's identity
Andrews:
I just heard all about it on the news... So that detective was actually the thief all along!
Phoenix:
It looks that way right now.
Andrews:
It-It's my fault. I'm the one who ended up hiring DeMasque to guard the treasures...
Phoenix:
Don't blame yourself. You were just doing your job.
Maya:
Hey, Nick, if she wants to apologize, you should let her. So... When was it that you hired Detective Atmey again...?
Andrews:
About 20 days ago.
Phoenix:
And when was it that Mask☆DeMasque's calling card arrived?
Andrews:
That was about 10 days ago.
Phoenix:
So he sent a calling card to the very place he was hired to guard...
Maya:
I guess that's it then. Detective Atmey must have really wanted the Sacred Urn after all.
Phoenix:
(I guess so...)
The night of the crime
Andrews:
What!? So Mask☆DeMasque m-murdered someone as well...?
Phoenix:
Well, that's how things look right now.
Andrews:
Yes, but... I thought that he was here stealing the urn at the time...?
Phoenix:
Well... We're talking about a criminal mastermind, so anything is possible.
Maya:
Nick, let's get down to business already. On the night of the theft, did you notice anything suspicious about Detective Atmey?
Andrews:
No... I couldn't have. After all, he was hidden the entire time. I never even caught a glimpse of him.
Phoenix:
He claims that's the way he always operates...
Maya:
That's just what he says so he can have an alibi while he commits the thefts himself.
Phoenix:
Yeah, he was caught on the crime scene photo dressed up as Mask☆DeMasque pretty well.
Sacred Urn
Andrews:
I'm so glad that you got your Sacred Urn back...
Phoenix:
Yes... But there's still something that bothers me about it.
Andrews:
Wh-What is it?
Phoenix:
I'm not exactly sure... But somehow the urn that came back seems different...
Andrews:
R-Really...?
Maya:
You wouldn't know anything about that, would you Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
N-No, I don't know anything! Wh-Why would I?
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(A Psyche-Lock...!)
Maya:
What do you think this means, Nick!?
Phoenix:
It means the person that holds the secret to the mystery of the Sacred Urn... ...is our very own Ms. Andrews!
Sacred Urn (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
So... Do you know anything about the Sacred Urn?
Andrews:
Wh-Who? M-Me?
Maya:
In court today, Ms. DeLite brought the urn back... But... It's a little different from the urn I remember.
Andrews:
...!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(So Adrian does know something that she's not telling us...)
Maya:
Nick, I want to find out about the murder, but I also want to know about the urn.
Phoenix:
(I'd like to know myself. Another loose end to tie up, I guess.)
Present
Treasure Exhibit Poster
Andrews:
The Treasures of Kurain exhibit is my first job after last year's ordeal. And I really wanted it to be a success!
Phoenix:
I've got an idea! Why don't you redo the whole poster?
Maya:
You could put something like, "Voted Best Treasure Exhibit by Mask☆DeMasque"!
Andrews:
...Why Maya! That's a fantastic idea!
DeMasque's Calling Card
Andrews:
I heard Detective Atmey for security before we even received a calling card... I suppose that was a mistake...
Phoenix:
Atmey... I mean, Mask☆DeMasque... He sent a calling card to the very exhibit he was hired to guard...
Maya:
I wonder if it was because he knew it would be easy to steal.
Andrews:
Yes, but he should have also known that he could easily become a suspect.
Ami Fey's Golden Statue
Andrews:
I thought the whole exhibit would be brightened up by something shiny and gold. That's why I went to the trouble of borrowing it from a branch family training hall.
Maya:
A gold statue is totally cool in my book.
Andrews:
It arrived rather late, so I thought I wouldn't be able to put it on display.
Phoenix:
By the way, it looks like this statue was moved on the night of the theft... Do you know anything about that?
Andrews:
Huh! N-No! It-It certainly wasn't me that moved it!
Phoenix:
(Why is she so flustered all of a sudden...?)
Camera Data or Security Camera Photo
Andrews:
The security camera was provided by Lordly Tailor Department Store. I took a close look at it on the day after the theft... The timestamp on the photo is definitely real.
Shichishito
Maya:
Detective Atmey said he got hit on the back of the head with this by the thief. But that was obviously a lie.
Andrews:
Because it turned out that Atmey was the real thief... It's still hard to believe...
Phoenix:
(It looks like Adrian feels really bad about it...)
Andrews:
I'm going to take full responsibility and fix that sword myself! I know I don't look it, but I have complete confidence that I can fix it right up! I promise I'll fix it so you never knew it was bent in the first place!
Maya:
P-Please be gentle with it...
Maya Fey profile
Andrews:
Ms. Fey, I'd love to introduce you at the exhibit, if you don't mind.
Maya:
Really? I'd really happy to do whatever I can to help! Oh, I have an idea! Maybe I could sing a song? "The Master of Kurain" or "The Spirit Song" or perhaps "Maya's Theme"?
Andrews:
That sounds wonderful! I had no idea such songs actually existed.
Maya:
Well they don't... yet. I was going to make Nick write them.
Phoenix:
...Be serious.
Pearl Fey profile
Andrews:
She's such a cute little girl. I'm deeply in her debt for what she did 7 months ago.
Maya:
Her name is Pearl. She's training to be a spirit medium!
Andrews:
Training at such a young age... That's very impressive. Well, as a fellow career woman, I salute her!
Maya:
Career woman, huh...?
Phoenix:
(I guess that's one way to look at spirit mediums... since they're all woman...)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Andrews:
Now I realize I should have called the police. As soon as I got that calling card from Mask☆DeMasque, I mean.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess you should have.
Maya:
Well, now Detective Gumshoe has one more failure to add to his list.
Andrews:
Oh? You mean he's not a very good detective?
Phoenix:
(It's a good thing he's not here to hear us talking about him...)
Luke Atmey profile
Andrews:
So Detective Atmey was actually Mask☆DeMasque... ...
Maya:
She really seems depressed.
Phoenix:
I can't say I blame her. She's the one who hired the fox to guard the henhouse.
Adrian Andrews profile
Andrews:
...I'm really terrible at judging people, I guess. I should have learned my lesson after what happened 7 months ago... But I didn't! I got taken in by this... this... flimflam detective!
Maya:
Don't feel so sad. After we're here to help!
Andrews:
Yes! Mr. Wright is a really wonderful man, isn't he?
Phoenix:
That should've made me happy. but she just admitted she's terrible at judging people...
Maya:
Oh, come on... I can tell you're happy anyway.
Anything else
Andrews:
I'm sorry I can't help more, but I'm so busy taking care of everything in front of me. I still haven't given up on the Treasures of Kurain exhibit.
Maya:
Oh, Ms. Andrews! I'm so happy to hear you say that!
Phoenix:
(Looks like the Treasure Exhibit is the only thing she has on her mind...)
October 13
Atmey Detective Agency
Phoenix:
Whoa, this place is literally crawling with cops!
Maya:
What did you expect? Now that they know he was actually Mask☆DeMasque... This must be incredibly embarrassing for them, don't you think?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess they're trying to make up for it by tearing the place apart. Hey, I just noticed... Gumshoe is nowhere to be seen.
Maya:
Well, he is a homicide detective. He's probably working on the murder case.
Phoenix:
But wasn't he in charge of the Mask☆DeMasque investigation all the way up to yesterday?
Maya:
Well, a murder case is a lot more exciting, isn't it? He'd say something like: "There's nothin' like a good murder case, pal."
Phoenix:
(Points for the quality of the impression, but I'm not sure Gumshoe has bloodlust, Maya.)
Examine
Anything
Officer:
Hey! You guys!
Maya:
Eeek!
Officer:
We're investigating this place! So keep your hands to yourselves!
Maya:
Boy! These policemen sure are a bunch of sourpusses!
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Ace Detective did make complete and utter fools out of them...
Officer:
What's all this now! Move it along! The show's over!
Maya:
Aww... It doesn't look like they're going to let us investigate.
Phoenix:
(I guess we might as well call it a day for this place and go look somewhere else.)
October 13
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Ron:
I already told you! It's not meeeeeeeee
Maya:
A sad, pitiful whine that tapers into silence...
Phoenix:
Sounds like they're interrogating Mr. DeLite right now.
Maya:
Man, and we don't have enough time as it is.
Phoenix:
Yeah, well, I guess the police are going crazy just like we are. Yesterday they thought he was just a thief, but now they got a murder case on their hands.
Maya:
I guess you're right... That guard over there looks a bit on edge, too.
Phoenix:
Come on. We'll just have to come back later.
Maya:
OK! Let's go check out some other place, Nick!
October 13
Mask☆DeMasque's Hideout
Desirée:
Oh! Nicky boy! Maya!
Phoenix:
Ms. DeLite...
Desirée:
All I wanted to do was help my dear Ronnie...!
Phoenix:
Yeah... but I guess it ended up hurting his case...
Maya:
Don't say that, Nick! She don't need your help beating herself up.
Desirée:
Hey, Nicky boy! Please! Please help Ronnie! He's not a killer, I swear! My Ronnie wouldn't hurt a fly!
Phoenix:
...Alright. I'll poke around and see what I can find out.
Desirée:
Really! Are you serious!? Oh, I'm so happy! I knew asking for your help was the right thing to do. I... I don't know what I can do to help anymore...
Phoenix:
(I had no idea Ms. DeLite had such a vulnerable side.)
Examine
Piled stuff on left
Phoenix:
There's a whole bunch of stuff piled up over here.
Maya:
What are these rolls of paper stuck in the trash can? "Theft of the Mazarin Stone: The Great Albatross Strategy" "Theft of the Immortal Goddess Statue: The Great Knucklebomber Strategy"
Phoenix:
... (Did the police even investigate this place...?)
Desirée:
The police took a look at all of that, you know.
Maya:
Really!? Did they say anything?
Desirée:
They said it wasn't important.
Phoenix:
Oh?
Desirée:
Don't worry about it, Nicky boy. After all, my Ronnie is just an amateur.
Maya:
Amateur or not, this is cool! "Knucklebomber"! How cool is that!?
Masks and beard
Phoenix:
It's a bunch of cheap costume pieces arranged inside a nice frame.
Maya:
L-Look, Nick! It's a fake beard!
Phoenix:
There's also a mask made out of cardboard...
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Try on this fake beard! Come on! Try it on!
Phoenix:
H-Hey! Cut it out...
Maya:
Now put on the mask! ... Aha ha ha ha ha ha! It's Phoenix☆DeMasque!
Desirée:
If you like it, feel free to take it home with you.
Phoenix:
Thanks, but no thanks!
Oldbag's helmet and transceiver
Phoenix:
(Hmmm... This thing looks vaguely familiar.)
Maya:
Oh, I know! It's a fishbowl! Well, an upside-down one, anyway...
Phoenix:
I think it's a helmet. ...An alien helmet.
Maya:
And that looks like a tape recorder or something next to it.
Phoenix:
I think it's a transceiver. ...An alien transceiver.
Desirée:
Oh, that. Ronnie brought that home one day. He asked one of his friends from work if he could have it. It's a Space Ranger uniform. I've never seen Ronnie happier in his whole time.
Maya:
Oh, man... Now I want one, too!
Phoenix:
(I wonder if KB Security was in charge of security at the event from that old case?)
DeMasque model
Maya:
It's Mask☆DeMasque!
Phoenix:
There's a tape recorder hanging from his neck.
Maya:
Let me see that!
...click...
DeMasque:
Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha... I'll be taking this crown now! Better luck next time, gentlemen! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
Desirée:
Ronnie used to say that "a happy laugh is the lifeblood of a thief".
Maya:
Well, that certainly is a happy-sounding laugh alright.
Desirée:
Yes, and laughing isn't as easy as it sounds. The harder you try, the more fake it sounds.
Maya:
Yeah. Mr. DeLite really works hard at his craft, huh?
Books
Phoenix:
There are a bunch of books lying here. They're all romantic-sounding novels about famous heists and fantastic thieves.
Maya:
Wow! Look at all the bookmarks and notes stuck into them!
Phoenix:
Let's see here... "Note: Must remember this thief's way of laughing. Very useful." "Note: A calling card is an important part of any good thief's modus operandi!"
Desirée:
It was always Ronnie's dream to become a thief.
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess you can chalk that one down as fulfilled...)
Maya:
I wonder why Mr. DeLite never talked to his wife about it?
Phoenix:
...Yeah, well I think she deserves some of the blame for not bringing it up either.
Talk
Ron DeLite
Desirée:
Listen carefully, Nicky boy! My Ronnie would never, ever kill anyone! It's just not in him!
Maya:
...I don't think he would either, Nick.
Phoenix:
Yeah, but you have to admit he's got a bit of a temper to him. It's not that hard to imagine him just snapping and screaming, "Please diiiiie!"
Maya:
He would never say that! Anyway, Ms. DeLite, he might not be a killer... ...but he's still going around saying that he's a "thief"...
Desirée:
I already told you, that's just a fantasy for him...
Phoenix:
Ms. DeLite, I hate to say it, but you're the one living in a fantasy world.
Desirée:
Wh-Wh-What!? How dare you say that to me, Nicky boy! I know everything about my Ronnie! We don't have any secrets between us! Ronnie isn't the thief type! He's so honest that he wouldn't even sneak a nap! He-He's so honest that he wouldn't even steal a glance! Thief! Ha! The very idea...!
Phoenix:
Hmm... I guess I just don't get it...
Maya:
Huh? Get what?
Phoenix:
I just can't understand how they can be so different, and yet, be such a happy couple!
Maya:
Yeah, they sure are different.
Desirée:
Come on now, Nicky boy! It's not that mysterious, is it? It was love at first sight! ...For me, anyway.
Maya:
What!? F-For you?
Detective Atmey
Desirée:
I hate these kinds of people more than anything!
Maya:
Umm... You mean Ace Detectives?
Desirée:
No, I'm fine with Ace Detectives.
Maya:
Oh... So then you must mean thieves?
Desirée:
No, they're alright, too. I just hate thieves that pretend to be Ace Detectives! There's nothing I hate more than cowardly men!
Maya:
By the way, why did you go to Detective Atmey's office anyway?
Desirée:
Well, as the trial went on, I started to get more and more nervous. I went there to try to find out more about the "real criminal".
Maya:
The "real criminal"...?
Desirée:
Yes! Obviously, the real Mask☆DeMasque is not my Ronnie, right?
Maya:
Y-Yeah...?
Desirée:
And Detective Atmey knew more about Mask☆DeMasque than anyone else... They mentioned him on the "Great People of the Town" segment on TV.
Phoenix:
So then... you went there to ask him some questions?
Desirée:
That's right. I'll do whatever it takes to save my man! His secretary said, "The Ace Detective isn't in right now!" But I forced my way past her and into his hideout.
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't exactly call that office of his a "hideout"...)
Desirée:
That bag was sitting right there on top of the table.
Maya:
Oh yeah, we saw that bag there yesterday, too.
Desirée:
There's nothing lower than someone who would try to pin a crime on someone else.
KB Security
Maya:
Ms. DeLite, do you know about KB Security?
Desirée:
Don't be silly, of course I do. That's where my Ronnie works.
Phoenix:
(So she thinks he still works there, huh... Oh, that's right. According to what we heard today...)
Godot:
Come on! Don't tell me you didn't know it! Ron DeLite was once an employee of KB Security... He was a professional security guard.
Phoenix:
(...But he quit. He doesn't work there anymore.)
Maya:
It looks like Ms. DeLite doesn't know...
Desirée:
KB Security is only about 20 minutes away. By motorcycle, that is.
Phoenix:
Larry told me it takes 30 minutes by car...
Desirée:
Well, I have to admit I tend to fly pretty fast on my bike.
Phoenix:
(To make it to KB Security that fast, are you sure you aren't literally flying...?)
Desirée:
Why don't I give you a ride sometime? Or better yet, how about now?
Phoenix:
Um, ahh... N-No...! I'll pass, th-thanks! Wh-Why don't you just tell us where it is and we'll go ourselves.
Maya:
Ha ha, what a scaredy-cat you are, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Ms. DeLite told us the location of KB Security.)
Maya:
OK. Let's head over there right away, Nick!
Love at first sight? (appears after "Ron DeLite")
Maya:
Umm... So was it really love at first sight when you first met Mr. DeLite?
Desirée:
Well, maybe not at first sight, but Ronnie saved my life.
Maya:
Saved your life...?
Desirée:
I was at work one day when two robbers suddenly rushed in. Well, I'm not the kind to just curl into a little ball in a corner, so I fought back.
Phoenix:
R-Robbers?
Desirée:
Yes, they took me hostage. I was so frightened. They were both carrying these huge knives and... I-I broke down into tears.
Phoenix:
(Yeah... I would too, if I were in that situation.)
Maya:
Oh! I think I get it! Did Mr. DeLite come running to save you?
Desirée:
Yes! Exactly! I remember he looked so handsome in that guard uniform of his! He went right up to those two knife-wielding robbers... and screamed in their faces! "PLEASE, STOP IIIIIIIIIIT!" he screamed. I could see the robbers' faces turn pale...
Phoenix:
(That high-pitched shriek of his does have a surprisingly strong effect on people...)
Desirée:
Then, crying and swinging his arms like crazy, he attacked the two robbers. All by himself... He came to save me, a total stranger, all by himself... He was so scared that he was crying and shaking, but he still risked his life for me.
Maya:
...Wow. That's a great story...
Desirée:
Yes. He may not look it, but in a tough situation, there's no one better... ...That's why I fell in love with him like I did.
Phoenix:
*sniff sniff* Th-That's so romantic... I'd fall in love too, I guess.
Maya:
Nick, I hope you'll do the same for me if I ever get taken hostage...
Phoenix:
(With Maya, that possibility always seems to loom in the not so distant future. *gulp*)
Present
Treasure Exhibit Poster
Desirée:
I'm so happy that you got your Sacred Urn back.
Maya:
Well, I have you to thank for that, Ms. DeLite! ...A-And I'm sorry.
Desirée:
Huh...? What are you apologizing for?
Maya:
Because I mistakenly blamed your husband for taking it...
Desirée:
Ha! I told you, didn't I? My Ronnie could never do such a thing.
Blackmail Letter
Phoenix:
Umm... Do you know about this?
Desirée:
Oh, is that a letter addressed to my Ronnie? Sorry, but I hate it when people poke their noses into other people's business.
Maya:
It looks like Ms. DeLite doesn't know about it... Which means she has no idea that her husband was being blackmailed...
Desirée:
Huh...? What are you apologizing for?
Maya:
Because I mistakenly blamed your husband for taking it...
Desirée:
Ha! I told you, didn't I? My Ronnie could never do such a thing.
Ron's Wallet
Desirée:
That's Ronnie's wallet.
Maya:
It was found at KB Security on the night of the murder...
Desirée:
Ronnie and I went out to dinner early that evening... I'm sure he had his wallet with him then.
Phoenix:
(So it's true then. He must have dropped it at the crime scene...)
CEO Office Key Card
Desirée:
Ah! I know what that is! That's one of those key cards from Ronnie's company. ...Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've seen one.
Phoenix:
(That's probably because Ron doesn't work there anymore...)
Publicity Photo or Mask☆DeMasque profile
Desirée:
So this is Mask☆DeMasque, huh? I wonder what kind of a house he lives in.
Phoenix:
Who knows... Maybe it's exactly like this house.
Desirée:
Ha ha ha, you're so funny sometimes, Nicky boy. But if I was a famous thief, I'd live in a great big, gorgeous mansion.
Phoenix:
...I'll be sure to tell that to your husband.
Pearl Fey profile
Desirée:
Oh, this girl. I saw her slap Nicky boy right across the face.
Phoenix:
Um, ah, yeah, she did... (Of all the ways she could remember Pearls by... Why?)
Desirée:
She's such a little cutie. If you could bring her by, I'd love to meet her.
Maya:
Sure! Of course!
Phoenix:
(Great... I can tell I'm in for a reprise of the "Hundred Hand Slap"...)
Maya:
...?
Ron DeLite profile
Desirée:
I know he doesn't look it... But he can really get things done when he puts his mind to it.
Maya:
Really? So when exactly does he put his mind to it?
Desirée:
...Well. Not very often, I admit. ...But I'll never forget the first time we met as long as I live.
Maya:
It must be nice to have such a fond memory like that...
Luke Atmey profile
Desirée:
I'll never forgive this man. He tried to pin his own crimes on my Ronnie.
Maya:
I don't blame you!
Desirée:
All criminals are the same! They're nothing but filthy, sneaking liars! I hate their guts!
Phoenix:
(*gulp* OK, I think I get it... ...And I think I can see why Ron didn't tell her how he was earning that money.)
Larry Butz profile
Desirée:
Oh, this is the guy who delivered Ronnie's wallet. He's got some "issues". doesn't he?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Desirée:
Let's just say his flirting style is pretty obvious. ...Pretty stale too, actually. It's pretty sad when the only thing you remember about a man are his lame pick-up lines.
Phoenix:
(What's even more sad is said man probably believes in those like they're his life-lines.)
Maya:
...Looks like he blew it again, huh?
Godot profile
Desirée:
Grrr, I don't like this man one bit. He's had it in for my Ronnie from the very beginning. It's his fault that Ronnie is under suspicion of committing murder.
Phoenix:
Plus, he lobbed a coffee grenade at me!
Maya:
You looked pretty silly wearing that mug on your head like a birthday hat... Oh, I know! We can get him back tomorrow by returning fire with a milk grenade!
After clearing "KB Security" Talk option at Mask☆DeMasque's Hideout:
October 13
KB SecurityCEO's Office
Phoenix:
So I guess this is where it all went down, huh...?
Maya:
The walls in here look thick... just you'd expect in a CEO's office.
Phoenix:
(What has that got to do with anything...?)
Gumshoe:
Hey! It's you guys!
Phoenix:
Oh, it's Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Today was a real train wreck for you guys, huh?
Maya:
Sure was, pal! That prosecutor made real fools out of us...
Gumshoe:
Yeah... I feel for you.
Maya:
Wow, that's not like you at all... I thought you'd be more like... "Oh, that was great! You guys got what you deserved, pal! Ho ho ho ho!" Or something to that effect.
Gumshoe:
D-Do I really sound like that to you, pal?
Maya:
If the Gumshoe fits...
Gumshoe:
Um... Well, anyway... The point is I can tell when someone puts their heart into their jobs. And I can sympathize when things don't go your way. ...Sometimes, I feel like "wrong" is the only way things go for us detectives.
Maya:
Wow, I had no idea Detective Gumshoe was such a nice guy.
Phoenix:
(Now if this little love-fest is over, maybe we can start investigating...)
Examine
Safe
Maya:
Wow! This safe is unbelievable...
Phoenix:
I bet four Pearls would fit in there.
Maya:
And it's got a bunch of doohickeys attached to it.
Phoenix:
It's pretty amazing alright. Motion sensors, heat sensors, weight sensors...
Maya:
Hey, Nick. Come on! Let's open it and take a look!
Phoenix:
If I broke into one of these, wouldn't that set me down the path to hoodlumville?
White string
Maya:
This rope... You think it fell out of the safe when it was opened?
Phoenix:
...I don't think so.
Maya:
So, you mean...?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I think this string shows where and how the corpse was lying.
Maya:
Y-Y-You mean... The victim... H-He was killed by being crushed by the safe door?
Phoenix:
(Sh-She can't be serious... Can she...?)
Photo
Maya:
Wow! Look at that huge framed photo!
Phoenix:
Tall mountains rising majestically against a dark and cloudy sky...
Maya:
There's a title written at the bottom of the photo. "The Greatest Sunrise of My Life"... This is it? This was his best sunrise?
Phoenix:
Either this guy didn't get out enough or he had really rotten luck with the weather.
Maya:
Maybe if he had lived a little longer, he would have seen some better days.
Desk
Phoenix:
This must be the CEO's desk. It's a lot simpler than I would have thought.
Maya:
Hey, that looks like a super soft chair. Let me try it out, just for a second... Ooh. Nice... I feel just like a CEO. Hey, you! Whip me up a cup of some really expensive import tea and some scones! Move it! ...Ahhh, this is the life.
Gumshoe:
Um, the victim sat in that chair just before he was brutally killed, you know.
Maya:
EEEEEEEK!
Binder on the desk
Phoenix:
Check out this big, thick binder here...
Maya:
Leave the heavy lifting to me, Nick.
Phoenix:
(Reading a file isn't exactly back-breaking work, just a little hard on the eyes...) ...Ah!
Maya:
Wh-What did you find out, Nick?
Phoenix:
This file... It's not about any sort of security operations or anything! This huge file is all about Mask☆DeMasque! It's filled with info on him!
Maya:
What!? What kind of info?
Phoenix:
It's filled with incredibly detailed information about his methods and the crime scenes.
Maya:
...? Hey, Nick. Look at the last page!
Phoenix:
It's a list. Let's see... "Tear of Emanon... $100,000" ...This looks like a list of all the treasures that Mask☆DeMasque stole.
Maya:
So then "$100,000" is the value of the stolen item?
Phoenix:
...I don't know, that number sounds kind of low to me. (I think I'd better secretly make a copy of this list.)
Kane's List added to the Court Record.
Button
Maya:
Oh, there's a button here. Let's see...
Buzzer:
*BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEP!!*
Gumshoe:
Hey! Cut it out! Don't press that!
Maya:
Ha ha ha! That was pretty funny. I never knew Detective Gumshoe could jump like that!
Phoenix:
What is that button anyway?
Gumshoe:
It's an emergency buzzer! It says it right there on the panel!
Maya:
Oops, you're right! It's written right there! Nick, how many times have I told you to read the instructions first!?
Gumshoe:
This alarm's connected to the basement guard room. It's used to summon security up here.
Phoenix:
...Really? Then it's possible on the night of the crime...
Maya:
Ooh! So when the CEO was attacked... ...do you think that maybe he pressed the buzzer...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I thought about that, so I asked around down there... ...but they said that the buzzer never went off that night. Also, we couldn't find any fingerprints on the buzzer. Mr. Bullard, the victim, wasn't wearing any gloves, by the way. Just so you know.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I think we'd better go and talk to that guard about this emergency buzzer.)
Emergency Buzzer added to the Court Record.
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
These look like some kind of bookshelf/rolling cabinet hybrid.
Maya:
...Nnnnnf! I can't get in between these two shelves!
Phoenix:
Don't strain yourself trying. It looks like the shelves are controlled by a special panel.
Maya:
So I guess it's one shelf at a time, huh? Looks like they're filled with bunches of files.
Phoenix:
Yeah, files filled with data about security jobs they were hired to handle.
Maya:
It'd be a good night's reading. ...If you've got insomnia. I was hoping for something a little bit more exciting... Like UFOs or something.
Talk
What happened
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe. Tell us what you know about the murder!
Gumshoe:
Umm, OK. But the thing is, I'm really not supposed to...
Maya:
Hey, come on! What about how we "put our hearts into our work"? Things are really "working against us" right now and we need help...!
Gumshoe:
OK, OK! I tell you! Just don't start crying on me, OK pal?
Maya:
OK. I won't cry on you, pal.
Gumshoe:
The victim's name is Kane Bullard. He was the CEO of KB Security and a pretty big fella in his own right. His corpse was discovered at 9:00 this morning... His estimated time of death was 1:00 in the morning on October 12th. Cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head. Probably an object in this room.
Phoenix:
(It happened at exactly the same time that Mask☆DeMasque was stealing the urn, huh...)
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Maya:
So why did it take almost an entire day to discover the body?
Gumshoe:
There's a good explanation for that one. Bullard's body was stashed away inside the safe.
Phoenix:
Safe...? (Well, it is pretty big...)
Gumshoe:
Nobody had heard from him, and when they opened the safe this morning, out he came...
Phoenix:
Oh, so the body fell out... (That white string must be the shape from when he fell out.)
Maya:
I think we still need some more information about Mr. Billiard...
Phoenix:
(Maybe you could start by getting the man's name right.)
Detective Atmey
Maya:
So, umm... What happened to Mask☆DeMasque?
Gumshoe:
He's at the detention center screaming like a madman... "Investigate me agaaaaain!" he keeps yelling.
Phoenix:
Ah, no no. I didn't mean him. He's not the real thief anyway, right?
Gumshoe:
Oh, you mean that "Detective" Atmey? Ho ho ho ho ho... Oh, that was great! That guy got what he deserved! Ho ho ho ho!
Maya:
Now that's the Detective I know and love.
Gumshoe:
Think about it... Atmey was always around when a calling card showed up. But he always mysteriously disappeared when the heists took place! "I was hiding at the crime scene"... Heh! Yeah right! That's the lamest thing I've ever heard! That's how you just knew he was the thief!
Phoenix:
That would explain how he was able to retrieve the stolen item he keeps bragging about.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, he just did that to make himself look like a great detective. That's all. ...But there's this one thing I can't figure out about his first heist...
Phoenix:
His first heist...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, the "Tear of Emanon" case. There was a witness on that one.
Maya:
A witness...?
Gumshoe:
Here, I saved the newspaper clipping... Since the thief is already under arrest, you guys can keep it.
Maya:
Hey, this guard here... Haven't I seen him somewhere before?
Phoenix:
(It's pretty small so it's kind of hard to see, but now that she mentions it...)
Newspaper Clipping added to the Court Record.
Prosecutor Godot
Maya:
Ooh! That prosecutor! I really don't like that guy! The way he used our own evidence to do that to Mr. DeLite...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I think he did it that way just 'cause he knew it'd hurt more... That's what my gut tells me anyway.
Phoenix:
So who is that java addicted, masked maniac anyway?
Gumshoe:
Prosecutor Godot? He's quite the enigma, huh? The thing is, pal... I never even heard of the guy before. He just showed up one day at the prosecutor's office. ...Came outta nowhere.
Phoenix:
That's right, he said this was his first case as a prosecutor!
Gumshoe:
And it's true... According to the records, anyway. But! No way he's an amateur. He's an iceman in court, a maverick that give [sic] me goosebumps.
Maya:
Goosebumps...? You?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I knew something was off about him, so I asked around... Nobody would talk to me... They all just turned the other way.
Maya:
Poor Detective Gumshoe... I had no idea you were so unpopular...
Gumshoe:
Ah, no. That's not what I meant...
Phoenix:
(That Godot guy acts like he knows me and has a grudge against me... I get the feeling he's hiding some kind of dark secret...)
The victim (appears after presenting Kane Bullard profile)
Phoenix:
Can you tell us some more about Mr. Bullard?
Maya:
He was the CEO of KB Security, right? What kind of company is it anyway?
Gumshoe:
Well, the company basically sends security teams out to buildings to guard them. Mr. Bullard must've had the chance to learn a lot of secrets doing this kinda work.
Phoenix:
Oh? And?
Gumshoe:
And... I don't know how to put this, but the guy was kind of a moneygrubber.
Maya:
Really? Me too! I just love money! I can't ever get enough!
Phoenix:
(Please stop leaning in towards me like that... You aren't getting to my wallet.)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, it looks like he did some pretty shifty stuff to earn his millions.
Maya:
Oh! So that's my problem! I think I need to be shifter!
Phoenix:
(Lemme go already...)
Gumshoe:
Apparently he was involved in selling trade secrets between rival companies.
Maya:
Ooh, that's pretty dirty and underhanded.
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Oh! KB Security used to head security operations against Mask☆DeMasque.
Maya:
What? Really?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and after screwing up so many times... ...the company's reputation really took a nosedive.
Phoenix:
(So it really was Bullard who sent Ron the blackmail letter, huh...?)
Present
Magatama
Maya:
Umm, so about this...?
Gumshoe:
Hey! Thanks, pal! How did you know I had a sore throat anyway? ...*chomp*
Maya:
Hey! What are you doing!?
Gumshoe:
Ack! Sorry, that thing's all smooth and shiny, so I thought it was a piece of candy or something.
Phoenix:
I can't believe you ate the whole thing in one go...
Gumshoe:
I almost swallowed it too, pal...
Maya:
Ohh... My poor Magatama...
Treasure Exhibit Poster
Gumshoe:
I still got no idea why Mask☆DeMasque would go after a broken old pot like...
Maya:
*glare*
Gumshoe:
Ah, I mean this tasteful, old family heirloom...
Phoenix:
Good point. Why go after a worthless piece of junk like...
Maya:
*glare*
Phoenix:
I, um... I mean worthless in a good way I mean, this is a first for the guy... (Adrian Andrews hired Atmey as security before the calling card even came... I wonder if that has anything to do with how things played out...?)
Camera Data or Security Camera Photo
Phoenix:
The thief in the photo taken by the security camera is missing his broach...
Gumshoe:
Yup. The thing is, there's no evidence that the photo was tampered with. It was definitely taken at 12:58 AM.
Phoenix:
(I turned the tables at the trial today with the mystery of this missing broach. I wonder if there's something more to this missing piece of costume jewelry?)
Shichishito
Maya:
So Detective Atmey wasn't hit in the back of the head after all?
Gumshoe:
That's right. Because he was the real thief! He wanted it to look like he was knocked out... So he bent it on purpose. I'd stake my reputation on it.
Maya:
Grrr... What kind of a creep would ruin an antique for that...?
Blackmail Letter
Phoenix:
About this blackmail letter...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I've been thinking a lot about it, too, pal. Why would Kane Bullard have been blackmailing Ron DeLite anyway...?
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. DeLite used to work at KB Security, right? But what was it that made him quit?
Maya:
Nick, that's it! Maybe that's the same reason he's being blackmailed!
Gumshoe:
Well... I'm in the middle of investigating that right now.
Maya:
Oh... Alright.
Ron's Wallet or CEO Office Key Card
Gumshoe:
This is proof that Ron DeLite was here at the crime scene when the murder happened.
Phoenix:
(His wallet... and this key card, huh...)
Maya:
I think we need to ask Mr. DeLite some more about those two things.
Kane's List
Maya:
Umm, so about this...
Gumshoe:
Huh? What's that?
Phoenix:
Hey! Wait a minute, Maya!
Maya:
What's wrong?
Phoenix:
We copied that data without permission... Don't show it to him. He might get mad at us.
Gumshoe:
So? What are you whispering about?
Maya:
Err... Oh, it's nothing. It's just my billfold.
Gumshoe:
That's a pretty thick billfold you got there, pal. ...Now I really want you to show it to me.
Newspaper Clipping
Gumshoe:
This was his first heist, and I guess I underestimated him. I was sure I was going to get him, so I was careless and lost the info on the witness.
Phoenix:
By witness, do you mean the guard in this photo?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, he and the detective worked together to try catching Mask☆DeMasque...
Maya:
But, he got away anyway, huh?
Gumshoe:
That guard... I got the weird feeling that I've seen him around lately.
Mia Fey profile
Gumshoe:
Oh! That's Ms. Mia Fey! She was a truly beautiful person, pal.
Maya:
Huh? You knew her? You knew my sis?
Gumshoe:
Sure. Everybody in the police force knew her. ...We all lost a great friend that day... I-I just got something in my eye...! ...I'm not crying!
Maya Fey profile
Gumshoe:
You're such a familiar face to me now, you know? And now that I think about it, you're the real victim in this case, right? But for some strange reason, it's hard to think of you as a victim, pal.
Maya:
You're darn right I'm the victim! That was our most precious treasure!
Gumshoe:
Ha ha. You know, pal... I think I know why I can't think of you as a victim, ever.
Ron DeLite profile
Gumshoe:
I kind of feel sorry for him. He's kind of a sad young guy.
Phoenix:
Yeah, and he seems to have a habit of always getting arrested prematurely.
Gumshoe:
Well, it's just my personal opinion, but... I think the police should've investigated the whole thing more carefully.
Maya:
But weren't YOU the one that arrested him with a giant goofy smile on your face...?
Phoenix:
Come on, we don't have time to start with that. Let's just leave it alone.
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
I know I look a little rough around the edges. But the truth is, I'm a lot more "detective-like" than I used to be.
Maya:
Really? Like what part?
Gumshoe:
...Like the color of my coat.
Maya:
Ah! You're right!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, but what about what's inside the coat...?)
Mask☆DeMasque or Luke Atmey profile
Gumshoe:
I always knew there was something suspicious about this guy! And I was right! It turned out that DeMasque was really that "Ace Detective" in disguise!
Maya:
You really thought that?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Of course! It's the stone-cold truth! Sooner or later, a guy like that always shows his true colors...
Phoenix:
Yeah, well I think we saw a little too much of his colors today...
Gumshoe:
Yeah... I gotta agree with you on that one.
Godot profile
Gumshoe:
The guy is a real puzzle, if you ask me. Then maybe I should be asking you! Do YOU know something about him?
Phoenix:
Why would I know something?
Gumshoe:
Well, it sure sounded like you two each other from the way you acted today.
Maya:
It's Mr. Godot that acts like he knows Nick, not the other way around.
Phoenix:
(Exactly. You'd think I'd remember someone like him...)
Gumshoe:
I still say the whole thing's a bit suspect.
Kane Bullard profile
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe! Tell us more about Mr. Shane Bluebard!
Gumshoe:
That's "Kane Bullard", not "Shane Bluebard", pal.
Maya:
Oh yeah... The victim in this case just doesn't make much of an impression on me.
Phoenix:
Well, you were the victim up until Mr. Bullard was found dead.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and his body wasn't discovered until this morning.
Phoenix:
Anyway, we don't have enough information yet. Can you help us out?
Gumshoe:
Sorry... I'm actually a little confused myself. For some reason, I'm just blabbing like an idiot right now...
Maya:
OK, Nick! Now is our chance to get more info about the victim, so hurry up and ask!
Anything else
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe... About this right here...
Gumshoe:
Sorry... It's hard to believe, but there's a limit to how much my brain can hold. I got two ears and two eyes, but I only got one brain.
Phoenix:
(I can see your eyes and the years... ...but the jury is still out on the brain thing...)
Maya:
Hey, Nick, if you have something to say, just come out and say it.
Anyone else
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe. What about this person?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal... To be honest, my head is so full right now it feels like it's gonna burst.
Phoenix:
(Note to self: Keep hair away from Gumshoe's head.)
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Kane Bullard profile
Maya:
He's the victim in this case. "Lame Blowhard"...
Phoenix:
No, it's "Kane Bullard"!
Maya:
I know, but he looks so ugly!
Phoenix:
Well, why don't you remember at least the "Bull" part of his name and riff off of that?
Maya:
...Now that you mention it, I guess he does kinda look like an ugly old bull.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... We still don't know very much about this victim.)
Maya:
So, he's the one who sent the blackmail letter to Mr. DeLite, right?
Phoenix:
It looks that way. (But we still need to look into this guy some more.)
DeMasque's Hideout
Present
Kane Bullard profile
Desirée:
Oh, I know him... This is Ronnie's boss, the CEO guy.
Phoenix:
Well, now he's an ex-boss. Someone killed him last night.
Desirée:
Naturally, I know that. He was a pretty sly man, let me tell you.
Maya:
Oh really...?
Desirée:
You bet he was. He made Ronnie "Chief" of one of the security teams. But that was just so he could work him like a slave.
Maya:
Did Mr. DeLite ever have a problem with Mr. Bullard himself?
Phoenix:
(Even if he did, you think she'd ever tell you about it...?)
Desirée:
Well Ronnie isn't the type to complain about that kind of thing. I tried to get him to talk to me about work, but he never would.
October 13
KB SecuritySecurity Guard Office
Phoenix:
Wow... This is really something else.
Maya:
For a security guard office, it sure doesn't feel very secure.
Phoenix:
("KB Security Guard"...! Uh oh, I just remembered... Larry might be...)
Butz:
Hey, Nick! Wassup!
Phoenix:
(Ugh! So he IS here...)
Butz:
Yo! How's it hanging, dude? And you got my sweet little Maya with you, too!
Maya:
Hi, Larry!
Butz:
Here I was working my fingers to the bone... And in walks an angel! I've got no problems with a daytime date. It's all good!
Phoenix:
No, that's not what we're here for. We're investigating the Bullard murder case.
Butz:
...Huh? Oh yeah! That's right! You're a lawyer, aren't you?
Phoenix:
(He's so hopelessly clueless.)
Butz:
Well, if it's about the murder case, boy have I got some good info for you!
Maya:
Really!? What is it!?
Butz:
Hmm... Well, I don't mind sharing with my sweet little Maya. But Nick here is a different story!
Maya:
But Larry, I thought you two were old school buddies...
Butz:
That was then and this is now.
Examine
Desk on left
Butz:
That's my partner's seat.
Phoenix:
Your... partner?
Butz:
Well, that's what I call her. She's my superior, actually. ...Kind of a weird old lady.
Maya:
Umm... There's tea spilled all over that machine, you know!
Butz:
Oh, don't worry about it. Just the other day, I spilled some chocolate milk on mine. It still works fine, more or less. They really know how to build them, I guess.
Poster on wall
Phoenix:
Something is written on this poster in fine print.
Maya:
"A Guard's 5 Commandments" ...Wow, this sounds serious. Let's see what it says... #1: Obey thy superior #2: Respect thy superior #3: Smile at thy superior #4: Salute thy superior #5: Buy donuts for thy superior upon command It's signed, "Wendy Oldbag, Head Supervisor".
Butz:
She's one tough old bird, let me tell you. Cross her and you come face-to-face with her real, genuine ray gun!
Phoenix:
...Yeah, sounds scary alright.
Butz:
Well, fortunately she's on vacation. That's why I'm so relaxed right now.
Jacket
Phoenix:
...Hey, Larry. That's your jacket, isn't it?
Butz:
That's right.
Maya:
Umm... Did you know you hung it right on top of some kind of lever?
Butz:
Yeah, sure. I was told to never, ever, touch that lever. She scowled and huffed at me, "Something terrible will happen if you do! Got it, greenhorn?"
Maya:
...So why hang your jacket on such an important lever?
Butz:
Because it got me curious. If the jacket's weight pulls the lever down, that's what they call an "accident". Doesn't the suspense just kill you? Don't you want to know what'll happen? Huh?
Maya:
It's true... It's killing me, too! What about you, Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, but for a different reason...
Wall next to screens
Maya:
Wow! Take a look at these things here! Hey! Hey, Larry! What are they!?
Butz:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Did you say, "Hmm"?
Butz:
Hey, man. It's not like I have to know what they are to do my job. I... I always thought they were just some kind of decoration or something.
Maya:
Oh boy...
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever get a job here anyway...?)
Screens
Butz:
Those screens there show what's going on all over the building. Everywhere. And it's my job to keep a steady eye on them. All of them.
Phoenix:
I wouldn't sound so smug if I were you.
Maya:
Can you watch regular TV on these, too?
Phoenix:
(If anyone would sit here and watch TV instead of working, it's Larry.)
Butz:
Hey, Maya, I'm a pro. OK? Besides, you can't get regular TV on it.
Phoenix:
And how do you know that, Larry?
Butz:
Because that was my first bit of investigation, if you know what I mean. ... I know what you're thinking! It was a professional investigation, alright!?
Chair on right
Butz:
That's my workstation. Pretty cool, huh? I keep a steady eye on the monitors and use that mic for communicating.
Maya:
Look at all this equipment. It must be hard to operate.
Butz:
No biggie. I think there's an instruction manual somewhere in this room.
Maya:
"Somewhere"...?
Phoenix:
"Instruction manual"...? What are you going to do in an emergency?
Butz:
Well, I guess I'd start by calmly looking for the instruction manual. During that time, my partner, the old lady, would calmly look for her reading glasses. That's what us security professionals call "teamwork".
Phoenix:
(Even Maya and Pearls could run this place better.)
Maya:
Hey! What's that supposed to mean!
Talk
Good info
Phoenix:
So what's this "good info" you were talking about, Larry?
Butz:
Hey! I'm a guard! A pro! I can't just give away information for free!
Phoenix:
(He wants a bribe? I thought professionals were more, I don't know... HONEST!?) ...Can you talk to him, Maya?
Maya:
Larry! Tell us already! What's the "good info"!?
Butz:
Hey, I like that! This kitten has got some claws! OK, you really want to know?
Maya:
Yes, yes! So tell me!
Butz:
OK. So the thing is... Ron DeLite was an employee here. And naturally since I'm a pro, I looked into his background. Follow me?
Maya:
Yes, you're a pro! I follow you! Go on!
Butz:
Well one year ago, Ron DeLite was fired! And there was no warning at all! It just happened all of a sudden! I know this is a small company, but I think that was pretty awful.
Maya:
I guess he must have done something bad to have gotten fired like that.
Butz:
Like maybe skipping out of work to go pick up hot chicks or something...
Phoenix:
(No, that's just you...)
Security guard
Phoenix:
So what is it like to be a part-time security guard?
Butz:
Lemme tell you, it's tough. Well, you know me... I get by alright, I guess. First, I have to keep my eye on those monitors. All the time.
Maya:
Monitors?
Butz:
There are security cameras set in each room around the building. It's really hard! Sometimes I feel like my eyes are gonna fell out!
Maya:
Oh...
Butz:
And if I see something suspicious, I have to contact one of the teams.
Maya:
What "teams"?
Butz:
The security teams for this company. They're supposedly the best in the business. But I'm no amateur either, so if it's something small, I don't bother calling them.
Phoenix:
(So in other words, you basically watch TV screens all day long...)
The night of the crime
Phoenix:
You were in this office when the murder took place, weren't you?
Butz:
Wh-Why do you say that? This is just a part-time job for me! And I can't operate the equipment! And I'm dumb!
Phoenix:
Even if it is part-time and you are dumb, you're still in charge of security here!
Butz:
Hey gimme a break! Don't try to pin the whole thing on me! That's not fair, Nick!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Maya:
I don't think you can expect someone like him to take any responsibility.
Phoenix:
Anyway, the point is you were here that night, right?
Butz:
...
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Oh no, I knew something smelled bad, and it was the Butz after all...)
Butz:
Well, it's like I always say. That was then and this is now. OK?
Phoenix:
(It looks like I'm going to have to break his Psyche-Lock after all.)
The night of the crime (subsequent times)
Maya:
Larry, I want you to tell me about the night of the murder.
Butz:
Aw, man. Why do we have to talk about that?
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Butz:
Wh-Why don't we talk about what we're gonna do tonight instead, Maya!?
Phoenix:
(Argh... I won't get anywhere if I can't break this Psyche-Lock... I think I have to present Maya's Magatama to get the ball rolling here...)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Hey, Larry, there's something I want you to look at...
Butz:
Hey, Nick. I told you. I'm a pro. And you don't interrupt a pro when he's working. I don't have time to sit and chat with you, alright?
Maya:
Oh, is that right...?
Butz:
Oh! Heh heh, naturally I've got time for YOU though, Maya!
Phoenix:
(We're gonna have to squeeze this guy if we want to get more info out of him, huh?)
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Night of the Crime --
Phoenix:
On the night of the crime, were you working hard like you were supposed to?
Butz:
What? Huh? Of-Of-Of Of course I was! Why wouldn't I have been?
Phoenix:
But didn't you sneak out of work just yesterday to go see Ms. DeLite?
Butz:
Ah...! B-But that was that... and-and this is this!
Phoenix:
Is there any chance that you snuck out of work last night, too...?
Butz:
Never! I didn't sneak out! I tell you what! I'll even bet you a dollar!
Phoenix:
(A dollar, wow! Now that's confidence!)
Butz:
What's with that drenched in the rain puppy look on your face!? Do you have evidence that I left my position or are you just pulling my chain!?
Phoenix:
(The evidence that Larry was not manning his station when the murder happened is...)
Present Ron's Wallet
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This wallet... You know about this, right?"
Present CEO Office Key Card
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is the key card to the CEO's office, right?
Butz:
Y-Yeah, that's right.
Phoenix:
This key card was found inside a wallet.
Leads to:
"This wallet... You know about this, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Butz:
Whew... I was scared for a minute...
Phoenix:
(Hmmm... Larry seems pretty relieved...)
Butz:
But I tell you I'm not relieved! I'll even bet you 70 cents!
Phoenix:
(I'm going to break this Psyche-Lock if it's the last thing I do!)
Butz:
What's with that baby who had his favorite toy taken away from him look on your face?
Leads back to:
"Do you have evidence that I left my position or are you just pulling my chain!?"
Phoenix:
This wallet... You know about this, right?
Butz:
I've never seen it before.
Phoenix:
Liar! You hand delivered this wallet to Ms. DeLite just yesterday!
Butz:
Gimme a break! You can't just expect me to remember every little thing that happens!
Phoenix:
Well, I do expect you to remember something that happened just yesterday!
Phoenix:
What time was it when you found this last night?
Butz:
I guess it was around 1:00 in the morning on the first floor of our company building.
Butz:
1 o'clock... In the morning...?
Phoenix:
That's right. In other words, Larry... At the time the of the murder, you were away from the security guard office!
Butz:
AAAAAAAAH!!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Butz:
Y-Y-Yeah, B-B-But! th-there's something you didn't think about!
Phoenix:
What's that?
Butz:
My shift that day didn't start until 10:00 PM! The murderer might have snuck in before then!
Phoenix:
...What do you mean by that?
Butz:
If the murderer had snuck in before 10:00 PM... ...then it wasn't my fault! It was the fault of the guy whose shift was before mine!
Phoenix:
(Why do I have the feeling that he still doesn't get the seriousness of this...?) Listen up, Larry. We know beyond a shadow of a doubt that... the killer "snuck" into the CEO's office after 10:00 PM, during your shift!
Present CEO Office Key Card
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Larry... When you use this key card, does it leave a record?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Butz:
Whew... Boy, you really had me scared!
Phoenix:
(I've never seen anyone look so relieved in my whole life...)
Butz:
What's with that little lamb that can't get to sleep look on your face?
Phoenix:
(I guess I'm gonna have to rattle his cage a little bit more...)
Leads back to:
"Listen up, Larry."
Phoenix:
Larry... When you use this key card, does it leave a record?
Butz:
Yeah, it does. But I can't show the record to just anyone you know...
Phoenix:
That key card data was already made public in the trial today.
Butz:
What!? I didn't know that! Any kind of request for info like that is supposed to go through me!
Phoenix:
(Boy does that sound a bit arrogant coming from a part time guard...) Anyway, according to the data, the door to the CEO's office was opened with this card... Furthermore, it was most definitely used at 1 AM, the time of the murder!
Butz:
No way!
Phoenix:
Yes, someone used this to get into the CEO's office. That happened at 1 AM on the night of the crime. Right in the middle of your shift!
Butz:
Ooooh...
Phoenix:
Larry, you can't duck your responsibility this time!
Butz:
GYYYYYAAAAAAR! NOOO!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
The night of the crime (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Butz:
Oooh... I knew it...! It's all my fault! It's my fault that the Boss was killed! My fault!!
Maya:
Larry...
Butz:
There was nothing I could do! I have important issues to deal with too, man!
Phoenix:
What happened that night anyway?
Butz:
Aaah... My Donna happened.
Maya:
Huh? Your Donna?
Phoenix:
(I got a bad feeling about this...)
Butz:
Yeah, my Donna called and said, "I have to talk to you right away..." So I went to see her and... he was standing right there next to her!
Maya:
Um, who was?
Butz:
Her new boyfriend! It was like some horrible joke! Before I knew what was going on, the guy socked me right in the kisser! Normally I'm the one that does the punching! Isn't that right, Maya!?
Maya:
Y-Yeah...
Phoenix:
S-So is that why you left the security guard office?
Butz:
WAAAAAAH!! I'M SORRRRY! It-It-It's all my faaaaault! H-How can I ever make up for it, Nick!? What can I do!? Whaaat!? Wah haa waa...
Maya:
He's curled up on the floor, crying like a baby.
Phoenix:
Oh boy...
Butz:
...Nick! Is there anything I can do!? Anything! Just name it! I'll do whatever I have to do to make up for it! I swear I will!
Phoenix:
Larry...
Maya:
Hey Nick, as long as he's offering, why don't you show him the evidence we've got?
Phoenix:
(She's right. Maybe we'll get at least one bit of useful information from him...)
Butz:
Niiiiiick...
Emergency buzzer (after breaking Psyche-Locks, clearing "The night of the crime" Talk option, and presenting CEO Office Buzzer)
Maya:
Umm, I accidentally pressed the buzzer earlier...
Butz:
Yeah, I heard it. So that was you, huh?
Phoenix:
You're a security guard, aren't you? Why didn't you come to the CEO's office!?
Butz:
Well, this is the 3rd floor of the basement. The CEO's office is on the 1st floor... I thought it would be a good idea to, um... adopt a wait and see approach. Plus, there's a police detective here, right!? I just didn't think it was necessary!
Phoenix:
(It's as if he's trying to win an award for the laziest person on the planet...)
Maya:
Umm... Let's get back to talking about the night of the murder, OK? Is it true that the buzzer didn't go off that night?
Phoenix:
There must be a record, right? You must have had a look at it, right?
Butz:
Of course I did! And I couldn't possibly have made a mistake either!
Maya:
Do you think you could take just one more look for me? Pretty please?
Butz:
Oh, OK... I just can't say no to you, Maya.
Maya:
What do you think, Nick?
Phoenix:
He's probably right... I don't think even Larry could make a mistake like that...
Butz:
WAAAAAAAAAAH!!
Maya:
Wh-What is it? What's wrong?
Butz:
I-I made a mistake!
Maya:
Huh? B-But how...?
Butz:
It can't be... It's impossible!
Phoenix:
OK, enough already! What about the records?
Butz:
That night... It went off just once... In the morning... At around 1 AM...
Maya:
1 AM...? Th-That's when the m-murder happened!
Butz:
R-Really? Are you serious!? That's terrible! It can't be!
Buzzer Record added to the Court Record.
Present (after breaking Psyche-Lock and clearing "The night of the crime" Talk option)
Attorney's Badge
Butz:
That's not necessary, Nick. You don't have to threaten me. I'll tell you what I know. I know it's tough to tell, but I'm really sorry about what happened...
Phoenix:
Wow, I've never seen Larry look so serious. I actually believe him...
Maya:
Yeah... He's like a totally different person...
Butz:
In that case, maybe you and I should get reacquainted.
Treasure Exhibit Poster, Ami Fey's Golden Statue or Shichishito
Phoenix:
This is one of Kurain's greatest treasures.
Butz:
I used to have zero interest in all of this old, junky stuff... But, now that I'm a new person, well... I can kinda see the appeal. Hey! I got it! Why don't we all go visit one of those musty old temples next time? 
Maya:
...I think I could actually learn to like this new Larry.
Phoenix:
Yeah, but he still hasn't told us anything useful.
DeMasque's Calling Card, Security Camera Photo or Publicity Photo
Butz:
Umm... Listen carefully, OK, Nick? I know you don't think much of me as a person... But I'm no thief. And I would never wear a goofy getup like that!
Phoenix:
Umm... Nobody ever accused you of being a thief.
Butz:
It's too much work for me. Making plans, writing calling cards, etc., etc... I'd rather just pull a dine and dash at a burger joint.
Maya:
Burgers!? I love burgers, too!
Butz:
Really? Well, how about it? Wanna go on a burger date tonight?
Phoenix:
...At least pay for the food, because I'm not defending you again.
Blackmail Letter
Maya:
Umm, so what about for this...?
Butz:
Huh!? Maya, you shouldn't have! A love letter for me!?
Maya:
Uh, no. Sorry. This is a blackmail letter.
Butz:
Whaaaaat!? How do you know about that, Maya!?
Maya:
Huh?
Butz:
How much is Alexis demanding this time!?
Phoenix:
Huh? Who is this "Alexis"?
Maya:
Didn't we show him this letter yesterday, too? I'm pretty sure we did...
Ron's Wallet
Butz:
Ah! That's the wallet I found!
Maya:
You found it when you snuck out of work to get socked in the kisser, right?
Butz:
...I didn't "sneak out of work to get socked in the kisser". If only I had been more responsible at work... I might have spotted the murderer on the monitor like I was supposed to...
Maya:
Larry... You really do feel bad, don't you?
Butz:
Yeah, well... Maybe it's all for the best. ...I think it's brought Dessie and I closer together. Just like they say, "Every cloud has a silver lining". "You gotta see that old water glass as half-full", Am I right...?
Phoenix:
... (Now he's starting to sound like the Larry I know.)
Maya:
Don't forget, Nick! Half-full!
CEO Office Key Card
Phoenix:
So was this the card that was used by the culprit that night...?
Butz:
Well, going off the serial number, then yeah. This card was used to open the CEO's office door at 1:00 in the morning. Your client had this card, right? Then it's a no-brainer. He's the killer, man.
Maya:
Nnngh...
CEO Office Buzzer
Maya:
Umm... The buzzer in the CEO's office is directly connected to this room, right?
Butz:
That's right! Just like my heart is connected to yours, Maya!
Maya:
...Huh?
Butz:
Go ahead. Maya. Press the buzzer in your heart! I promise I'll come running to your rescue, like the professional guard I am!
Maya:
Wow... That was pretty good.
Butz:
Heh heh, thanks. I try!
Phoenix:
Do you think you could tell us about the buzzer now?
Maya:
Yes, please! Please tell us!
Butz:
OK... I guess so. Prepare to be wowed!
Buzzer Record
Butz:
You guys have really made me reflect on the way I've been living... But, the only problem is, with all this reflecting... Where is the time for love? Frankly, I think reflecting is a bit overrated, you know?
Maya:
Wh-What are you going on about, Larry!?
Phoenix:
Plus, do you honestly have any new info on the buzzer record?
Butz:
Huh? The record? Ah, no... Nothing at all.
Phoenix:
(This guy reflects about as much as a piece of black carpeting...)
Phoenix Wright profile
Butz:
You're 26 years old, right? Don't you think it's about time you took a long, hard look at your life?
Phoenix:
Uhh, sure.
Butz:
The only time you can really screw up and hope to recover from it is when you're young!
Maya:
Huh? Well, I guess so...
Butz:
Naturally I'm not talking about you, Maya! You're already perfect!
Phoenix:
(It's hard to imagine Larry not screwing up at any age.)
Pearl Fey profile
Butz:
Seeing her makes me remember how important it is to stay young at heart! Even when you grow up, you gotta keep the part of your heart that's still pure...
Maya:
You're so right about that!
Phoenix:
I'm impressed that you can still think like that, Larry. After all, you went through some pretty tough times as a kid...
Butz:
Huh? I did?
Phoenix:
(Something tells me it's more about self-induced amnesia than having a pure heart...)
Dick Gumshoe profile
Butz:
Oh, this guy? The detective? He was here before, drilling me with a ton of questions.
Maya:
Really? Like, what did he ask?
Butz:
Um, let's see... I can't remember.
Maya:
Huh?
Butz:
Well, you know... just a bunch of boring stuff.
Phoenix:
(Poor Detective Gumshoe...)
Adrian Andrews profile
Butz:
WHOA! WHO is this! Come on, man, don't hold out on me!
Phoenix:
Forget about it. You don't need to know and I'm not telling you.
Butz:
Hey now! I thought we were pals! I got a MAJOR thing for girls with black sleeveless shirts and glasses!
Phoenix:
How do you know that!?
Butz:
And if they have an orange-colored memo pad, I really lose my cool!
Phoenix:
(He has to be making that up... He can't really know Adrian... Can he...?)
Larry Butz profile
Butz:
I'm 25 now. It's about time I started giving some serious thought to my life.
Phoenix:
Good! That's the way you be! ...What exactly are you thinking about, though?
Butz:
Well, you know... My future, my dreams...
Maya:
Larry, when exactly does this "future" of yours start?
Butz:
A man's life begins at 30! ...That's my theory anyway. I figure I got another 5 years of guilt-free screw-ups before I have to buckle down.
Phoenix:
Larry, I think... Forget it. We're just gonna have to have a nice long talk next time...
Kane Bullard profile
Butz:
The CEO of our company. He was a pretty good guy.
Maya:
Huh? Really?
Butz:
Yeah, you bet! You know how I'm not very good about working hard, right?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah, I kinda noticed...
Butz:
Well, guess what the boss said to me about that? "I don't expect much work from you, Larry. In return, just don't expect much pay."
Maya:
I see...
Butz:
I guess he had to follow some kind of dumb law about having security here in the building.
Phoenix:
(So, in order to pay the lowest wage possible, he went to the bottom of the barrel.)
Butz:
To be honest, I really looked up to the boss. If I ever grow up to be a CEO, I wanna be just like him! And don't worry, Nick! I promise I'll hire you for security!
Anything else
Butz:
Umm... I think you know how much I want to help you guy, but... I really don't know what to say about it.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
It's just that he seems so... I don't know... "pleasant".
Anyone else
Butz:
I'm really sorry, Nick! I swear I want to change my ways. But the thing is... I just don't have any interest in men.
Phoenix:
(This guy really needs to get his mind out of the gutter...)
Maya:
Larry's your stereotypical guy, alright.
After clearing "Kurain Village" Talk option at Wright & Co. Law Offices, clearing "Sacred Urn" Talk option at Basement Warehouse, clearing "Love at first sight?" Talk option at Mask☆DeMasque's Hideout, clearing all Talk options and examining binder and button at CEO's Office, and clearing "Emergency buzzer" Talk option at Security Guard's Office:
October 13
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Ron:
Ah! M-Mr. Wright!
Maya:
Mr. DeLite... Did they finish their interrogation?
Ron:
Yes, but...! P-Please don't leave me alone anymoooooore!
Phoenix:
...Mr. DeLite, you lied to us before, didn't you?
Ron:
W-Well... Err, you see...
Phoenix:
On the same night the Sacred Urn was stolen from Lordly Tailor Department Store... ...a blackmail letter you got summoned you to KB Security to hand over some money. And then, that's where the CEO, Kane Bullard, was murdered. But... there's only one Ron DeLite, am I right? So the only question is... Where were you that night? This time I want to hear the whole truth... Your life depends on it.
Ron:
O-OK...
Examine
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He looks pretty nervous... ...standing near someone who went from thief to murderer overnight.
Talk
Mask☆DeMasque
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite, do you still insist that you are Mask☆DeMasque...?
Ron:
Isn't that what I've been saying since yesterday?
Maya:
That was a quick response...
Phoenix:
Tell me about it. To be honest, it's starting to get irritating.
Maya:
B-But listen, Mr. DeLite! At the trial today, we learned the true identity of the thief, didn't we!?
Atmey:
Hee hee hee ha ha ha Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ho ho ho hee hee! Take a good look, everyone! Unable to find a rival worthy of my genius, I was forced to create one by myself! Here I am! The tragic clown...
Ron:
I guess it's true... I wasn't the one who stole that urn...
Maya:
Of course not. After all, you were at KB Security at the time.
Phoenix:
So then the person dressed up as Mask☆DeMasque in this photo...
Maya:
...It's gotta be Detective Atmey.
The night of the crime
Phoenix:
So that night, you didn't go to Lordly Tailor, you went to KB Security, right?
Ron:
Yes... I went to KB Security at the time the blackmail note said I should.
Maya:
Alright... What happened next?
Ron:
Well, I used to work there, so I knew where the CEO's office was. I knocked... but there was no answer. So then I used the key card to unlock the door.
Phoenix:
(That's probably when he dropped his wallet...)
Ron:
When I went into the CEO's office... someone was in there.
Phoenix:
"Someone"...?
Ron:
Then suddenly they bashed me over the head! Bam!
Maya:
Was it Kane Bullard that hit you...?
Ron:
I don't know. The person ran away while I was still stunned. When I came to my senses, the sight I saw left me speechless. The dead body of the CEO was right there in front of me! I thought I'd die myself! Anyway, I thought I should do something with the body...
Phoenix:
So that's why you put it in the safe...?
Ron:
...Yes, that's right. I used to be the chief of one of the security teams, so I knew how to open it.
Maya:
OK... And what did you do after that?
Ron:
Well, I got out of there, for starters! I was the one who set up the security cameras in that building... ...so I knew how to avoid being spotted by them!
Maya:
Nick... All of a sudden, Mr. DeLite kinda sounds like the murderer to me...
Phoenix:
(Please don't say that...)
Why were you fired
Maya:
Mr. DeLite, is it true that one year ago... ...you were forced to quit KB Security?
Ron:
Ah! H-How did you...!? I-I'm begging you! Please don't tell Dessie! Pleeeease!
Maya:
D-Don't worry. We haven't told anyone yet...
Ron:
Whew! Thank goodness... Err, no.. I umm... But I suppose I'll have to tell her sometime... She'll find out eventually.
Maya:
Why have you been hiding it from her anyway?
Ron:
Dessie would despise me if she ever found out I was living a life of crime. A criminal, a thief... She'd never forgive me! My marriage would be over!
Maya:
Knowing that, why did you become a thief in the first place?
Ron:
Because Dessie spends money like it's water. There's no job in the world that could bring in enough money... Except being a thief. At least, that's what I thought anyway.
Phoenix:
(So he became Mask☆DeMasque for Desirée, huh...?)
Blackmail letter (after presenting Newspaper Clipping)
Maya:
This blackmail letter... Is this the first one you got?
Ron:
No, of course not! But this is the first one that ever called me out to a specific location.
Phoenix:
So, did you start receiving blackmail letters after this incident...?
Ron:
Yes. Just a few days after the "Tear of Emanon" heist... That first letter... It said, "I know you did it".
Maya:
So someone found out about your true identity? Just like that?
Ron:
Ah, it's not easy being a master thief, you know! "I've got proof that it was you, so give up!" it went on to say. So in the end, I had to give up the treasure I went through all that trouble to steal...
Phoenix:
Is that right... Hey! Hang on a second! What do you mean you had to "give it up"?
Ron:
Oh, don't worry. After I put the jewel in the safe-deposit box the letter specified... ...someone sent me $10,000!
Phoenix:
(No one said anything about me being worried, you know...)
Ron:
After that, I started getting the plans in the mail.
Maya:
P-Plans...?
Heist plans (appears after "Blackmail letter")
Maya:
What are these "plans" you're talking about?
Ron:
They were instructions on how to steal a crown or painting or some other rare treasure. They showed security blind spots, escape routes and even suggested training methods.
Maya:
So you mean that the one who planned the heists wasn't you...?
Ron:
No, it wasn't. I only planned the very first one. After that, I received plans from some very kind person! Incredibly detailed plans!
Maya:
It sounds like Mr. DeLite is thankful to the person that was blackmailing him.
Phoenix:
(So Ron DeLite was Mask☆DeMasque after all...? But... Someone else is behind the thefts. Someone who planned it all out in detail!)
Ron:
All I had to do was deposit the treasures I stole into the safe-deposit box. Then I just waited for the cash to come in the mail.
Phoenix:
(Could you try not to look so gleeful about it...?)
Maya:
So you went after the Sacred Urn because of one of those plans, too?
Ron:
Well, see... truth is, I've never seen the urn. All I did was follow the instructions and steal what I was told to steal.
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite... Is everything you've just told me the truth?
Ron:
Yes... B-But please don't tell Dessie. OK?
Ron's Testimony added to the Court Record.
Present
Treasure Exhibit Poster
Ron:
That's kind of strange...
Maya:
What is?
Ron:
Up until now, Mask☆DeMasque has gone after famous works of art or treasures. Why did he suddenly decide to steal this plain-looking urn that nobody would want?
Phoenix:
You make it sound like you had nothing to do with the theft.
Ron:
Well... It wasn't me that chose to steal this urn.
DeMasque's Calling Card
Phoenix:
This calling card... Did you send this?
Ron:
No...! Err, that is... I don't know anything about that. I mean, I had other plans for that night already...
Phoenix:
(That's true... He did get that blackmail letter, after all...)
Maya:
What about Detective Atmey...? Could he be the one that sent it?
Phoenix:
It looks that way. I can't think of anyone else.
Ron:
Yeah... That night, because of the letter, I had no choice but to go to KB Security.
Ami Fey's Golden Statue or Shichishito
Ron:
Wow, this is cool! I'm really into this kind of stuff.
Maya:
Oh yeah? It's one of our most valuable treasures!
Ron:
If I ever get out of here, me and Dessie will go to Lordly Tailor... ...to check out the whole Treasures of Kurain Exhibit!
Maya:
Um, OK, I guess... Just promise me you won't steal anything, OK?
Ron:
Oh don't worry! We'd going when I'm not on the job as Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
(Well, that's reassuring...)
Security Camera Photo
Maya:
This photo... This has got to be the real Mask☆DeMasque!
Ron:
I'm sure it is. I know Mask☆DeMasque when I see him.
Phoenix:
Yes, but... This isn't you, right Mr. DeLite?
Ron:
Well, err... No... I was at KB Security then.
Maya:
So then... I guess it really is Detective Atmey, after all.
Blackmail Letter
Maya:
So was this blackmail letter written by KB Security's CEO, Kane Bullard?
Ron:
I-I think so... Probably. You can only get into the CEO's office if you have a key card.
Phoenix:
(The blackmail letter said to meet at KB Security...)
Maya:
The no one else other than Mr. Bullard could've have written the letter...
Ron's Wallet
Ron:
I was at KB Security at around 1 o'clock that night... I took out my wallet to open the door with the key card...
Phoenix:
So is that when you dropped it?
Ron:
I-I'm so sorry... I should have told you the truth earlier.
CEO Office Key Card
Phoenix:
What are you still doing with this key card anyway? Didn't you return it when you left your job at KB Security?
Ron:
Of course I returned it! Don't be silly! Umm... But it got sent back to me along with the blackmail letter.
Maya:
With the blackmail letter...?
Ron:
Yes, it said... "Use this to enter the CEO's office".
Publicity Photo
Ron:
Oh! I didn't know Mask☆DeMasque had become so famous!
Maya:
Yeah, I actually bought this publicity photo!
Ron:
Really? Well, I'd be happy to sign it if you like! I'll even add, "Behind Bars!"
Maya:
Yes! Please! Please!
Phoenix:
(It looks like Ron had totally forgotten about what happened at the trial today... That he was declared "not guilty" of being Mask☆DeMasque...)
Kane's List
Phoenix:
This list... We found it in the office of the CEO, Mr. Bullard.
Ron:
Hey! This is a list of all the things Mask☆DeMasque stole!
Phoenix:
And that's the value of each item listed next to them. "100,000 dollars"... "150,000 dollars"...
Maya:
Are you sure that's the value of the stolen items?
Ron:
Hmm... The numbers seem a little low to me. Even on the black market, the prices should be at least three times higher than that.
Phoenix:
(I guess he knows about that stuff because he used to be a security guard...)
CEO Office Buzzer
Ron:
That's the emergency buzzer from the CEO's office. Don't press it! It makes a terrible racket!
Maya:
Hee hee. Sorry. I just love making a lot of noise.
Ron:
Err, umm... Does this buzzer have something to do with this case?
Phoenix:
Well, at this point, I don't really know yet. (After all, there were no prints on it, or anything else for that matter.)
Newspaper Clipping
Ron:
Hey! This is an article about my debut heist! Boy, that was a tough one. Before I knew it, they were hot on my trail.
Maya:
But Mask☆DeMasque... He must have gotten away, right? It says in the article that he "disappeared"...
Ron:
That's right! I got a sudden burst of inspiration! I hid my Mask☆DeMasque costume in a nearby plastic bucket... Then I quickly changed into my security guard uniform. ...Pretty clever, eh?
Maya:
Wow... Awesome! ...Hey, hold the phone! The guard in this photo... Is that you, Mr. DeLite?
Ron:
Hee hee. That's right. Nice trick if I do say so myself!
Phoenix:
(Nice and easy to figure out! Even Pearls could see through that in a heartbeat.)
Newspaper Clipping updated in the Court Record.
Ron:
But as you might expect, Detective Atmey found the disguise... He truly deserves the title of "Ace Detective".
Phoenix:
Detective Atmey found the Mask☆DeMasque disguise? (Hmm, that's interesting...)
Ron:
Yes, and I heard that he brought it home with him.
Phoenix:
(So that's it... That's when Atmey got his hands on this.)
Ron:
Thanks to that, I got the chance to remake my costume.
Maya:
That must have been really time-consuming, huh?
Ron:
Yes, it took quite a while to complete. Anyway, a few days after that... I received the first of the blackmail letters...
Maya:
B-Blackmail letters!?
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you talking about? Hurry! Tell me what you mean!
Ron:
H-Hey, calm down...! Don't get so worked up...!
Buzzer Record
Maya:
The buzzer went off just once around the time that Bullard was killed.
Ron:
Oooh! Th-That's scary!
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about that, Mr. DeLite?
Ron:
...Sorry, I'm afraid I don't.
Phoenix:
(Why am I not surprised by how clueless he is anymore...)
Ron's Testimony
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite, are you absolutely sure about this testimony? That you stole the treasures as you were directed by a series of blackmail letters...
Ron:
Yes, and I got money for them in return. It seemed like a good deal.
Phoenix:
(He doesn't look like he's lying...)
Maya:
So then how do you explain Detective Atmey's crazy confession...?
Phoenix Wright profile
Ron:
A great lawyer and so young! You really are an inspiration! I bet you make lots and lots of money, don't you?
Maya:
That doesn't sound right coming from a thief, if you know what I mean...
Maya Fey profile
Ron:
... I'm sorry... I suppose you could say I'm nothing but a terrible lowlife
Maya:
Wh-Why do you say that?
Ron:
...This is the first time I've ever had to actually face a victim of one of my crimes.
Phoenix:
(I guess he's talking about the Sacred Urn...)
Maya:
Yeah, but I thought that you weren't the one who stole my urn...
Ron:
Th-That's true about the urn, I guess... Maybe I should give up this life of crime and try becoming a professional cowbell player
Ron DeLite profile
Ron:
I'm ashamed to admit it... ...but sometimes I wonder if I'm really cut out to be a thief.
Phoenix:
Well, isn't that obvious?
Maya:
It doesn't suit you at all!
Ron:
Uuugh... I knew it... I guess I'm not the only one who came to that conclusion.
Dick Gumshoe profile
Ron:
This is the detective that was in charge of the Mask☆DeMasque investigations. He was so happy when I surrendered yesterday that he actually shed tears of joy.
Maya:
What? Gumshoe cried!? Really!? Was it a single manly tear or did he let loose and sob?
Ron:
Sobbed. I started weeping myself, too. It was truly infectious! A truly moving moment, if I do say so myself.
Maya:
...That must've been one heck of a beautiful scene.
Phoenix:
(If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm convinced that these two are blind.)
Mask☆DeMasque profile
Ron:
Once I decided to become a thief, I started studying like crazy.
Phoenix:
Studying!? Like what? Pretty Larceny 101? The History of Pilfering?
Ron:
Ha. No, but I watched a lot of movies and read a lot of novels about great thieves.
Maya:
Oh yeah? I admire you for doing your homework, if for nothing else.
Ron:
All the great ones had their own trademarks. Flashy costumes, calling cards... ...unique laughs, and catchy slogans, like, "Farewell, my friends!" I figured I needed to do a good job with that if I was going to make a splash.
Maya:
Yeah, I guess you really can't say goofy stuff like that unless you're a master thief. "Farewell" or "We shall meet again"... You know, hokey stuff like that.
Luke Atmey profile
Ron:
He's an Ace Detective, alright. He's been hot on my trail ever since the first heist.
Maya:
Yes, but... He made a pretty stunning confession in court today. "It was me all along! I am Mask☆DeMasque!"...
Ron:
I don't know what to say... I guess he's just delusional.
Phoenix:
(That's exactly what your wife said about you...)
Desirée DeLite profile
Ron:
Dessie... She really has a thing against criminals.
Maya:
Do you have any idea why that is, Mr. DeLite?
Ron:
Well... if you want to know the details, you'll have to ask her. But the thing is, after I lost my job at KB Security... I needed to earn money to keep Dessie satisfied... Lots of money. But... I just couldn't seem to find a good job. That's why I wound up becoming the thing that Dessie hates most... A thief.
Godot profile
Ron:
Isn't he great! I wish I could be half as cool as him! Besides, he's the only one that really believed me when I said I was the thief!
Phoenix:
Hey, hang on a second! This is the guy that had you arrested for murder!
Ron:
Well, I still don't think that makes him a bad person...
Phoenix:
(What in the world do you see in that coffee-crazed prosecutor!?)
Kane Bullard profile
Ron:
Mr. Bullard... my old boss. It's so sad...
Phoenix:
Do you have any idea what might have happened? Was there anyone that might have wanted him dead?
Ron:
Oh yeah, sure... Mr. Bullard was the type of guy who made lots of enemies. He did lots of threatening things to people...
Phoenix:
Wait, wait, do you mean he scared people, or that he threaten them with blackmail?
Ron:
Well, I guess they're kind of the same, right?
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you think about this?
Ron:
Hmm... I don't really think I can help you with that. Err, no, that's not it... It's just that the thing is I don't really know if I can say one way or the other
Maya:
I didn't really catch that.
Phoenix:
Don't worry, you didn't miss anything.
After clearing Talk options:
Phoenix:
Ron, before we go, there's one more thing I want to ask you.
Ron:
Y-Yes...? B-But please don't hurt me...
Phoenix:
Mr. Kane Bullard... Do you swear that it wasn't you who killed him?
Ron:
Y-Yes, of course! I could never...! I-I'm not lying! All I did was hide his body in the safe! But then I was afraid they'd discover what I did. So I turned myself in yesterday!
Maya:
Um, why?
Ron:
Well, if the judge had ruled that I was guilty of robbery, then I'd have an alibi, right?
Maya:
Hmm... I guess so. You're really clever, Mr. DeLite.
Phoenix:
(I guess I have no choice but to take Mr. DeLite at his word.)
???:
Mystic Maya!
Maya:
Hey...! Pearly!
Pearl:
I'm back!
Phoenix:
Hey Pearls. So what have you been up to this whole time...?
Pearl:
The Sacred Urn, Mr. Nick! I took it back to Kurain Village to have it examined!
Maya:
And? And? What did you find out?
Pearl:
Well there's no need to worry! They said it's the real urn!
Maya:
Whew! That's a relief! I was really worried!
Pearl:
But there's one small problem.
Maya:
Problem?
Pearl:
Um, these cute little pink splotches... They said that it's paint... And that they were put on the urn recently!
Phoenix:
Why are we talking about the pink splotches again? What's the big deal?
Maya:
What's the big deal!? We've gotta find out how they got there! That's the big deal!
Pearl:
Yes, Mr. Nick! We've gotta find out how they got there!
Phoenix:
O-OK, OK! We'll go find out how they got there!
Ron:
P-Please don't forget about me...
Sacred Urn refiled into the Court Record.
October 13
Lordly TailorBasement Warehouse
Andrews:
Oh, Pearl. How nice to see you.
Pearl:
H-Hello there!
Andrews:
I haven't seen you around lately. What have you been up to?
Pearl:
Well, actually... I was having this urn examined!
Andrews:
! O-Oh... I see.
Phoenix:
(Maybe if we take another good look at this urn... ...we can figure out the mystery of what actually happened here...)
Maya:
Nick! Let's look around one more time!
Examine
Wooden box
Phoenix:
This box, there's something about it that's bothering me.
Maya:
That's the box that the Sacred Urn was in!
Pearl:
It looks like there's some pink paint on it, too...
Maya:
And it's definitely the same color as the stuff on the urn!
Phoenix:
I think I know how the paint got on it now...
Maya:
Alright! Let's investigate again, Nick!
Urn Box added to the Court Record.
Spilled paint
Phoenix:
It looks to me like it's been dry for several days.
Maya:
There's something suspicious about this paint mark. The bottom left part of it is shaped oddly and it's shocking pink.
Pearl:
This is the same color as the paint splotches on the urn!
Phoenix:
(So then the question is... What's the cause of the odd shape...?)
Pearl:
Let's look around here carefully, Mr. Nick!
Spilled paint (after examining wooden box)
Phoenix:
It looks to me like it's been dry for several days.
Maya:
There's something suspicious about this paint mark. The bottom left part of it is shaped oddly and it's shocking pink.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Could it be that this odd shape is...!?
Phoenix:
Yeah... I'm pretty sure this is it.
Maya:
Ah! That's the box the Sacred Urn was in...!
Phoenix:
If you look here, there's a little bit of paint on the box as well!
Maya:
Wow, you're right! Look! It matches!
Phoenix:
...
Pearl:
What is it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
This is all turning out exactly as I thought it would...!
Paint Marks added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I think it's all starting to become clear... We're that much closer to solving the mystery of what happened to the urn...)
Spilled paint (after examining wooden box, subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It looks to me like it's been dry for several days.
Maya:
There's something suspicious about this paint mark. The bottom left part of it is shaped oddly and it's shocking pink.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Could it be that this odd shape is...!?
Phoenix:
Yeah... I'm pretty sure this is it.
Maya:
Ah! That's the box the Sacred Urn was in...!
Phoenix:
If you look here, there's a little bit of paint on the box as well!
Maya:
Wow, you're right! Look! It matches!
Phoenix:
...
Pearl:
What is it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
This is all turning out exactly as I thought it would...!
Present
Sacred Urn
Maya:
See? We got our Sacred Urn back.
Andrews:
That's really wonderful.
Phoenix:
But... We're not entirely convinced it's the same urn. Ms. Andrews, we want you to cooperate with us.
Andrews:
Nnngh...
Urn Box
Andrews:
What a magnificent box!
Phoenix:
You're not going to throw is off the trail with flattery. I want to know about the paint on this box...
Andrews:
Well I... I'm sure I don't know anything about that!
Phoenix:
(Some people just have a natural gift for lying... Adrian's not one of them.)
Paint Marks
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews, about the paint that's all over the wall...
Andrews:
Oh! Look at that! It looks like paint alright! Is-Isn't that funny!? I never noticed that before!
Maya:
... That has to be the most pathetic acting I have ever seen in my life.
Pearl:
I'm beginning to get very frustrated.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. I'd better do something to calm them down, and fast!)
Present Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Sacred Urn --
Phoenix:
Ms. Andrews, do you know anything about the Sacred Urn?
Andrews:
D-Do I know "anything"!? I'm in charge of the entire Treasure Exhibit!
Phoenix:
The urn that was submitted before the court today... ...It's obviously not the same urn as before!
Andrews:
W-Well, that's... That's um... ...True! Maybe it isn't the same! It could be... It could be a fake!
Phoenix:
...A fake?
Andrews:
You're the one who said it wasn't the same! So that's the most obvious explanation! Do you have any evidence the urn that was submitted at the trial was genuine?
Present Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Sorry to break it to you, but the urn is the genuine article."
Present Anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
She, look! It was a fake after all!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Andrews:
I mean, your evidence is fake too, as I expected!
Phoenix:
(Oops, I guess this isn't going to help me much...)
Andrews:
So I have convinced you? Or...
Leads back to:
"Do you have any evidence the urn that was submitted at the trial was genuine?"
Phoenix:
Sorry to break it to you, but the urn is the genuine article. Pearls went back to Kurain Village and had it examined.
Andrews:
Is-Is that right? That's nice, but I don't see how...
Phoenix:
What she discovered was that the vase was broken... again.
Andrews:
D-Did you say... "again"?
Phoenix:
Yes. It was broken once a year ago. And now it looks like the same thing has happened. And quite recently, too...
Andrews:
R-Recently!? Are you saying that this urn was broken recently!?
Phoenix:
Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying.
Andrews:
Why do you think it was broken recently? How do you know?
Present Treasure Exhibit Poster
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This poster... It was made recently, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Andrews:
... So, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Andrews:
Why do you think it was broken recently again?
Phoenix:
Uh, well... B-Because... ...Umm, I just think so.
Andrews:
Sorry, but that's not a valid explanation.
Phoenix:
(Grr... The hunter has become the hunted!) W-Well it was! It was broken recently! Come on! You know it! I'm not willing to yield to you on this point!
Andrews:
G-Get a grip, please! ...Now. I'll ask you one more time, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"Why do you think it was broken recently? How do you know?"
Phoenix:
This poster... It was made recently, right?
Andrews:
Poster...? Ah! The poster for the exhibit!
Phoenix:
At the time when this photo was taken, the urn said, "I AM" on it. But now, for some mysterious reason, it says, "AMI"! When the urn was fixed, the letters were transposed!
Andrews:
AAAAAAH!
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Andrews:
"I AM"...? What does that ever mean? I don't know anything about that! I wasn't even there when the photo for this poster was taken.
Phoenix:
That was a mistake. Now... Tell the truth.
Andrews:
Ah! W-Wait!
Phoenix:
For?
Andrews:
Ev-Even if the urn was broken, I had nothing to do with it!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Andrews:
Y-Yes, that's it! It must have been one of the people at the photo shoot! They probably dropped it! I'm sure that's what happened!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... It looks like I still haven't broken the entire Psyche-Lock...)
Andrews:
Do you have any proof the urn was broken here at Lordly Tailor?
Present Urn Box
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
Umm... What is this supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
This urn has these pretty little pink paint splotches on it.
Andrews:
Nngh...
Phoenix:
And there's some on the box the urn was stored in, too! No matter how you look at it, the paint seems to be exactly the same, wouldn't you say?
Andrews:
S-So? What does that prove?
Phoenix:
That the urn was dropped along with the box! That's when they both got paint on them. ...Are you with me so far?
Andrews:
Y-Yes...
Phoenix:
The rest of story is obvious. "This box was dropped right here in Lordly Tailor's basement warehouse." ...If I can prove that, it means that the urn was broken here, too.
Andrews:
So can you prove that? Can you prove that box was dropped here in the basement warehouse?
Present Paint Marks
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ah...!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Andrews!?
Andrews:
Um... Actually, I think I should be the one asking the questions.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Andrews:
Are you feeling ill, Mr. Wright? Have you been getting enough sleep? Are you sure you haven't been working yourself too hard?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, she's turning this thing around on me now...)
Andrews:
You really should take some time off and try to relax.
Phoenix:
I-I can relax later, after I've solved this mystery! (Argh! The answer is right here! I know it! Maybe I need to investigate the warehouse some more...?)
Leads back to:
"'This box was dropped right here in Lordly Tailor's basement warehouse.'"
Andrews:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
I think you already know where I'm going to this, don't you?
Andrews:
Y-Yes... More or less...
Phoenix:
There's pink paint splattered on the floor and walls of this basement warehouse. But there's an odd shape imprinted into a part of the paint satin, am I right?
Leads to:
"Y-Yes..."
Present Paint Marks
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
Umm... What is this supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
There is pink paint all over this urn.
Andrews:
Nngh...
Phoenix:
And there is pink paint all over the floor and walls of this basement warehouse. In other words... This urn was broken there!
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
You can't weasel out of this one, Ms. Andrews.
Andrews:
B-But...!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. She's trying to make her escape...!)
Andrews:
B-But you can get pink paint anywhere!
Phoenix:
Well there's none in my office, that's for sure!
Andrews:
W-Well there is in my room!
Phoenix:
(Liar!)
Andrews:
An-Anyway...! The paint on the urn and the paint on the floor... There's no proof that it's the same paint!
Phoenix:
(Come on! This is getting ridiculous!) The proof linking the paint on the urn to the paint on the floor is...
Present Urn Box
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This box... The urn was stored in this, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Andrews!?
Andrews:
Um... Actually, I think I should be the one asking the questions.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Andrews:
Are you feeling ill, Mr. Wright? Have you been getting enough sleep? Are you sure you haven't been working yourself too hard?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, she's turning this thing around on me now...)
Andrews:
You really should take some time off and try to relax.
Phoenix:
I-I can relax later, after I've solved this mystery! (Argh! The answer is right here! I know it! Maybe I need to investigate the warehouse some more...?)
Leads back to:
"An-Anyway...!"
Phoenix:
This box... The urn was stored in this, right?
Andrews:
Y-Yes... That's right.
Phoenix:
Well, there's pink paint on this box as well.
Andrews:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
I think you already know where I'm going with this, don't you?
Andrews:
Y-Yes... More or less...
Phoenix:
The paint on the floor has an odd shape imprinted in it, doesn't it?
Leads to:
"Y-Yes..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
I knew I was right about you, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Excuse me?
Andrews:
You're a softie at heart, aren't you...? I knew you'd never hurt me on purpose. What a relief...
Phoenix:
(Grrr, I guess that wasn't the right piece of evidence.) I-I think you're mixing up the me of a year ago and the me of today, Ms. Andrews!
Andrews:
Well then... Prove me wrong by coming up with the right answer!
Leads back to:
"Do you have any proof the urn was broken here at Lordly Tailor?"
Andrews:
Y-Yes...
Phoenix:
If you put this box into the impression in the paint, you can see it fits perfectly.
Andrews:
...
Phoenix:
Which means this box was dropped right here! And that... is when the urn was broken!
Andrews:
Your name does justice, Mr. Wright...
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Talk
Sacred Urn (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Andrews:
I'm so sorry... I was the one... The one who broke the urn.
Phoenix:
(...Boy does this make me feel like some sort of evil school teacher.)
Andrews:
I'm a terrible person! Not only did I break it, but I tried to hide what I did!
Maya:
Well... That's not so hard to understand. Is it, Pearly?
Pearl:
N-No, not at all! I... know just how she feels!
Andrews:
It happened about 2 weeks ago. Just after the poster photo was taken, on the same day the urn arrived here... ...I thought I'd put it away down here for safe-keeping. I was carrying it in the box... ...when I tripped on a paint can and lost my balance! The box I was carrying crashed to the ground!
...*CRASH*...
Andrews:
I heard a terrible noise and I thought my heart was going to stop... Fearing the worst, I opened the lid of the box and that's when it happened! The broken pieces of the urn fell out of the box and landed right in the paint! I... I... I was in shock... And let out a huge scream!
Maya:
...Hmm. I can totally see how that could've happened.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, as clumsy as she is, I'm sure Maya understands...)
Andrews:
Well, I knew it was the most important treasure in all of Kurain Village... ...so I tried as hard as I could to fix it. Fortunately, the shards were pretty big.
Maya:
And that's when the "I AM" got changed to "AMI"?
Andrews:
I-I didn't know how it was originally written. But any sane person fixing it would have assumed it said, "AMI"...
Pearl:
A-Any sane person...? Really?
Phoenix:
(Oh, Pearls... She said she wasn't very good at spelling...)
Andrews:
Anyway, I put the urn into the storeroom and no one had seen it since then.
Sacred Urn updated in the Court Record.
Maya:
But... There's something I don't get... When we first came here, I didn't see any paint stains.
Andrews:
Well, that's because it was so ugly and embarrassing. I used the golden statue to cover it.
Phoenix:
(The Ami Fey statue... Aha!)
Ami Fey statue (appears after "Sacred Urn")
Leads to:
"The first time that we came down here..."
Phoenix:
The first time that we came down here... It was on the night that the Sacred Urn was stolen.
Pearl:
But Mr. Nick... There were no paint marks on the walls or floor of the warehouse when we were here.
Andrews:
Well, there's a good reason for that. On the day of the crime, around noon... ...that golden statue just happened to arrive from the mountain training hall.
Maya:
A-And?
Andrews:
I realized that the statue would be the perfect size for covering up the paint stains. That's why... I put it where you first saw it.
Maya:
I see... Now it makes perfect sense.
Pearl:
Um, but there's still one thing I find strange...
Andrews:
What is it, Pearl?
Pearl:
The day after the urn was stolen, we came here again... At that time, the statue had been moved and the paint was clearly visible.
Phoenix:
(She's right about that...) Well, Ms. Andrews?
Andrews:
Huh! What? I, err... I don't know anything about that! I placed it there to cover the paint, so why would I move it again?
Maya:
Well then who was it? Who would have done it and why...?
Phoenix:
(On the day before the theft, the statue was definitely closer to the door! Then the next day, it was moved. But why...?)
Ami Fey's Golden Statue updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
It looks like... ...there's some connection between the Sacred Urn and the murder case.
Maya:
Wh-Why? Why do you think so, Nick?
Phoenix:
Because that night... the real thief, Ron DeLite, was at KB Security. ...So then why did another Mask☆DeMasque show up here? A lot of different things are pointing to one undeniable fact.
Pearl:
One undeniable fact...?
Phoenix:
(The murder trial is starting tomorrow... It looks like that thief is going to be making another appearance...)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
The Stolen Turnabout
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
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October 14, 9:41 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 4
Maya:
Hey! Nick!
Phoenix:
What is it this time?
Maya:
You won't believe how many people are here for the trial!
Phoenix:
Well... It is a murder case.
Maya:
What are you talking about? They're here for the trial next door!
Phoenix:
"Next door"...?
Maya:
Why don't you know this, Nick? *sigh* They're having Detective Atmey's trial today!
Phoenix:
Detective Atmey...?
Maya:
They say they're going to try him as Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
Already? That was fast...
Maya:
Boy, I'd love to see Mask☆DeMasque's trial.
???:
...I know...
Phoenix:
By the way, where's Pearls?
Maya:
Oh, she went back home. She said she can't neglect her training anymore.
???:
...I know you don't like me...
Phoenix:
Pearls has really gotten into her training lately, huh?
Maya:
Yeah... Ever since... ...that incident last year.
Ron:
Pleeeeease! Don't ignore meeee!
Maya:
...Oh, Mr. DeLite! Good morning!
Ron:
No one likes me... No one would notice me, even if I killed someone...
Maya:
Come on, don't be silly! ... W-Wait a sec!
Phoenix:
You don't mean... You're the murderer...!?
Ron:
N-N-N-No, no! I'm just a poor thief! ... No, wait, that's not right. A thief can't really be "poor".
Phoenix:
(Now, let's see... According to Mr. DeLite... From his second crime on, he was following a bunch of set plans. Plans that someone had been sending to him to "help" him commit the heists.)
Maya:
Do you think there's a connection between the thief and the murder, Nick?
Phoenix:
It's possible... But today's trial is a race against the clock.
Maya:
Huh? How come? Let's just take our time like always.
Phoenix:
I'm afraid... That's not an option.
Maya:
...?
October 14, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 6
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Ron DeLite.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Godot:
You're "ready"? Preparation is the last refuge of the week.
Judge:
...OK, settle down everyone. Let's begin with your opening statement, Mr. Godot.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... He's got the judge in the palm of his hands... Yet again...)
Godot:
Ron DeLite is simply too young to be sent to war. ...That's all.
Judge:
... I'm afraid I have no idea what that means, Mr. Godot.
Godot:
Ha...! Then you need to get out more, Your Honor. Life is war. But that is exactly why you must be more precise in your wording. That's all my statement means. You understand now, right?
Judge:
...Yes. Well then, let me briefly summarize the details of this case.
Phoenix:
(Wow... The judge is taking charge like he knows what's going on for a change...)
Judge:
The victim is Kane Bullard, CEO of KB Security. His body was found in a safe at approximately 9 AM on the morning of the 13th. However, the time of death was estimated as 1 AM of the previous day.
Godot:
And... that's when our little lost kitten dropped the ball. That little lost kitten is, of course, the defendant.
Judge:
Very well then, Mr. Godot. Please call your first witness.
Godot:
I never drink more than 17 cups of coffee during any given trial. But the first one... is always the best.
Judge:
Um, Mr. Godot. Your witness...?
Godot:
...OK, then. Let's hear what the defendant, Mr. Ron DeLite, has to say for himself.
Judge:
The defendant...? Well, Mr. Wright? Does the defense have any objections? It may be a bit of a disadvantage having the defendant testify, but...
Phoenix:
(I remember when Mia was defending me... She allowed me to testify so she could do the cross-examination... She put a lot of trust in me back then...) We have no objections, Your Honor. The defense will allow Mr. DeLite to testify.
Godot:
Ha...! You've got guts, Trite.
Judge:
Alright then, Mr. Ron DeLite, please take the stand!
Godot:
...You did it. Didn't you?
Ron:
Yes.
Phoenix:
What?
Ron:
Uh... No no no no no no no! Th-Th-Th-That's not true!
Judge:
...Hmm. For a moment there I thought we'd set the record for the shortest trial ever.
Maya:
*sigh* Well, Mr. DeLite already looks plenty guilty with that face he's making...
Phoenix:
And once he opens his big mouth he'll probably put the last nail in his own coffin...
Godot:
Ha...! Very well. Now then... Can you tell me something? If you didn't kill Bullard, why did you go to KB Security?
Ron:
W-W-Well, I... That's kind of hard to say. Boy, I wish I could go home
Judge:
Now then, let's hear some testimony about what happened!
Witness Testimony
-- My Visit To KB Security --
Ron:
That evening, around 1 AM, I went to see Mr. Bullard in his office at KB Security.
The blackmail letter I got... It ordered me to go there.
I'd been working for KB Security until a year ago, so I knew where his office was.
Judge:
1 AM... The exact time the murder took place.
Godot:
The weak get washed away by the tides of fate... The strong drink it up. Ha...! It's bitter today, too... Just like my destiny.
Maya:
You'd never know that from the way he's chugging it down.
Judge:
Mr. Wright... Your cross-examination, if you please.
Cross Examination
-- My Visit To KB Security --
Ron:
That evening, around 1 AM, I went to see Mr. Bullard in his office at KB Security.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
1 AM, huh... You're absolutely sure about that?
Ron:
Yes. That's what my watch said when I was entering the CEO's office... Err, no... Actually, I'm not really sure. My watch was slow, and my internal clock was also a bit
Judge:
1 AM... That's the exact time the victim, Mr. Bullard was murdered, correct?
Godot:
It's too late for a coffee date, that's for sure.
Ron:
The blackmail letter I got... It ordered me to go there.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
It "ordered you there"?
Ron:
It was the first time I'd gotten a blackmail letter that ordered me to go somewhere.
Judge:
Does that mean you've gotten other blackmail letters then?
Ron:
Oh, of course. They'd say things like, "Steal this" or, "Take that".
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Aha ha! Why don't you save those for later, Mr. DeLite? (Pleeease don't say any more! ...Now, what should do I do?)
Press harder
Phoenix:
So what did the blackmail letter in question say...?
Ron:
It said to bring $50,000.
Godot:
Money, eh. A perfect motive for committing murder.
Ron:
Oh! But! W-Wait! Waaaaaaaaait! I never intended to pay that money anyway!
Judge:
Oh...? Is that right?
Ron:
After all, he had nothing to hold over my head! I had nothing to be afraid of!
Judge:
Hmm... An important point indeed. Witness, let's have that added to your testimony.
Ron:
Yes, sir!
Godot:
Ha...!
Phoenix:
(A muddy mudskipper in outer space has a better chance of surviving than I do.)
Adds statement "The blackmail threat didn't scare me. It wasn't going to cause me trouble or anything."
Leave it
Phoenix:
(I can't press Ron too hard... It could ruin the case. I'll just take this one slowly...)
Maya:
Wow Nick, you kind of look like a politician, planning out your next move...
Leads back to cross-examination
Ron:
The blackmail threat didn't scare me. It wasn't going to cause me trouble or anything.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Just what were you being "blackmailed" about anyway?
Judge:
The blackmail letter said, "If you don't want your identity revealed," correct?
Ron:
I'm sure it was referring to the whole Mask☆DeMasque thing. But I wasn't worried. Mr. Bullard didn't have anything on me.
Judge:
He didn't...?
Ron:
Anyway, I don't care what anyone says about me. Just as long as Dessie believes in me.
Phoenix:
(So that's why Ms. DeLite didn't believe he was Mask☆DeMasque.)
Ron:
That's why I knew they were just hollow threats!
Judge:
Hmm...
Press (after adding fifth statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Just what were you being "blackmailed" about anyway?
Judge:
The blackmail letter said, "If you don't want your identity revealed," correct?
Ron:
I'm sure it was referring to the whole Mask☆DeMasque thing. 
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Tsk, tsk. I'm afraid that reason isn't going to hold up anymore.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Godot:
The victim had no proof the defendant was Mask☆DeMasque. But… You were the one who stole company secrets only one year earlier.
Ron:
B-B-But... That was all over with one I was fired! But it is true that the fact I stole secrets was kept under wraps... Even so, there was no reason for me to pay up now, a whole year later!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Is that really true?)
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
The fact that Ron was stealing company data... I wonder if he would've had a problem if that ever became public knowledge...?
Not especially.
Phoenix:
...Nah, I guess not.
Maya:
But didn't you just say he might!?
Phoenix:
Always avoid unpleasant or inconvenient facts... That's one of my rules.
Maya:
Don't try to get out of this by acting all cool!
Leads back to cross-examination
Yes, he would.
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite... I believe you would have been in considerable trouble... ...if your identity as a company data thief was made public.
Ron:
Urk!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! What are you trying to do by bullying your own client!?
Godot:
Ha...! Men are like colonies of bacteria. The more heat you apply, the faster they grow.
Phoenix:
Th-That's exactly right!
Godot:
Well then, feel free to keep up the heat, my little lawyer amigo!
Phoenix:
L-Little lawyer amigo...?
Godot:
Yes, now come on. Provide some evidence to back up your assertion. Why would Mr. DeLite want to keep his data stealing secret from going public!?
Present Desirée DeLite profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. DeLite... What you said just now doesn't match what you told me yesterday."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
Ha...! Well, Mr. Defendant?
Ron:
...!
Judge:
...You heard the defendant.
Phoenix:
(Just when I thought it wasn't possible, a whole new level of irritation rises before me...)
Judge:
It looks like the defense was just playing with himself.
Phoenix:
(Do you think you could rephrase that, Your Honor...? For my sake...?)
Judge:
Well, let's get back to the testimony, shall we?
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Desirée DeLite profile (after adding fifth statement)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. DeLite... What you said just now doesn't match what you told me yesterday."
Ron:
I'd been working for KB Security until a year ago, so I knew where his office was.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You used to be a security chief for KB Security, right?
Ron:
...Yes, that's right.
Judge:
A security chief? You?
Godot:
And yet... A year ago, you were fired without notice... Revenge for an old grudge? A perfect motive for murder, wouldn't you say?
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(This isn't good. Maybe I should change the subject...?)
Like after being fired
Phoenix:
What did you do after being fired from KB Security?
Ron:
I spent a lot of time looking for work... But then I decided I wanted to start something myself.
Phoenix:
(Not good! This is going from bad to worse...)
Ron:
So I started looking at books, TV, and movies, learning all I could about masked men.
Judge:
M-Masked men...?
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
S-So you wanted to try drawing a comic, right? ...About masked men!
Ron:
No no, that's not right. I wanted to become--
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Let's move along, shall we!?
Judge:
But you asked the question... You're being quite odd today, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Way to bring the spinning buzz saw one notch closer to your own neck, Ace Attorney.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Why he was fired
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite. Please tell us why you were fired from your job.
Ron:
W-Well...
Godot:
The world is filled with those who have said, "I wish I had never asked that."
Phoenix:
O-OK, then I take it ba--
Judge:
...Defendant. Please answer the question.
Ron:
I... Well. I needed money.
Judge:
You needed money...?
Ron:
Um, well, you see... Dessie loves to spend it. It's kind of her hobby...
Maya:
Not exactly the best hobby in the world, huh, Nick?
Ron:
My salary wasn't nearly enough... So, I stole data from the company.
Phoenix:
...Come again?
Ron:
KB Security has a lot of security info on all sorts of companies... And since I was a security team chief...
Godot:
You stole some data... and sold it.
Ron:
Mr. Bullard found out, and I was fired immediately.
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaa! (I wish I had never asked that...)
Ron:
I was somehow able to keep it secret, and made it seem like I had quit on my own.
Maya:
What is it, Nick? You don't look so good.
Godot:
Someone who brings harm to their company is fired as punishment. You'd well to remember that.
Maya:
...He sure told you.
Judge:
So you admit that you stole data from your company, is that correct?
Ron:
Y-Yes. I'm sorry...
Judge:
This is a very important fact. Please add it to your testimony!
Phoenix:
(Oh man... This whole thing just took a big turn for the worse, crashed, and blew up. ...It's gonna take the jaws of life to rip this case from the clutches of disaster.)
Adds statement "He fired me for selling company secrets... but Dessie doesn't know about that."
Don't say anything
Phoenix:
(I should just avoid this whole subject... At least for now.)
Judge:
Hmm... As the defense appears to have nothing to say, it seems that this is indeed your motive.
Ron:
Wh-What? That's not true! I didn't have any hard feelings towards Mr. Bullard!
Phoenix:
(Ack! I knew I should've said something!)
Leads back to cross-examination
Ron:
He fired me for selling company secrets... but Dessie doesn't know about that.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why would you do something like that?
Ron:
Well, for Dessie's hobby. What else?
Phoenix:
Wasting money, huh...?
Ron:
It's not a waaaaaste!
Maya:
So Ms. DeLite doesn't know that her husband was fired, does she?
Phoenix:
So it would seem.
Maya:
I'm not sure what to think about couples who keep secrets like that from each other.
Phoenix:
(I can't believe it. This case has gotten even Maya to think seriously about couples...)
Judge:
Please try to stay focused, Mr. Wright.
Maya:
Hmm... There wasn't much to his testimony, was there?
Phoenix:
Sounds like he's avoiding something... At least, that's what it sounds like to me.
Maya:
Uh oh. I've got a bad feeling about this... We'd better be careful.
Phoenix:
But if we don't find a way to make him spill the beans... ...we'll never get closer to the truth.
Maya:
Yeah...
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite... What you said just now doesn't match what you told me yesterday.
Ron:
Huh...? What doesn't?
Phoenix:
I think you must have been scared... Very scared. Of having a certain person find out your secret...
Ron:
*gulp*
Judge:
A certain person...?
Phoenix:
Ms. Desirée DeLite. The defendant's wife.
Ron:
Waah! But I-I...! L-Listen to me! My Dessie! She's...!
Godot:
...Looks like if I just sit back and relax, the fun will end before it truly begins.
Phoenix:
(Grr! Godot!)
Godot:
Yes, we know. It was all your wife's fault.
Judge:
What do you mean...?
Godot:
Mr. DeLite stole company data to pay for his wife's spending habit, for which he was fired. Unable to face his own wife, someone used this dirty little secret to blackmail him. And that is how this murder came about!
Judge:
Oh... Hmm...!
Phoenix:
(No! Everything is falling neatly into place for him!)
Ron:
D-Don't talk about my Dessie like that... Or you'll be sooooooorry!!
Judge:
Well, it seems... ...that we've learned a great deal of things here, so far.
Maya:
What do you think, Nick?
Phoenix:
I didn't think it was possible to get so thoroughly whipped in just 20 minutes...
Judge:
Clearly there was sufficient motive for murder. He stole data for his wife, and he killed to protect his secret... A family man who cared just a little too much.
Godot:
The motive is clear. Let's move on.
Phoenix:
Ugggh...
Godot:
What happened at the crime scene at 1 in the morning, Mr. DeLite? Come now! Tell us! We're all ears.
Witness Testimony
-- At the CEO's Office --
Ron:
When I entered the office, there was a suspicious shadow there...
Suddenly, I was hit on the forehead. After that, I remember being a bit dazed.
If I hadn't been wearing that, I would have been killed!
When I came to... Mr. Bullard was lying there... dead!
Judge:
I see... Suddenly hit on the forehead, huh? I believe the detective from yesterday provided similar testimony. He said that Mask☆DeMasque struck him on the head from behind.
Phoenix:
(Of course, since Atmey turned out to be the culprit himself, that was all a lie.)
Godot:
Ha...! No one's going to believe a pathetic lie like that.
Ron:
Wh-What are you saying!? I really was attacked!
Judge:
We'll find out if what you say is true or not during the cross-examination.
Godot:
Got that, Mr. Trite? Don't go easy just because he's your client. If I see any sign that you are, I'll treat you to another cup of my special blend!
Phoenix:
You don't need to worry about that, Mr. Godot... (I have faith in Ron... I know he didn't do it...!)
Cross Examination
-- At the CEO's Office --
Ron:
When I entered the office, there was a suspicious shadow there...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Who was this "suspicious shadow"?
Ron:
If there were a thousand of me, and if even one knew, I'd tell you. Trust me.
Maya:
...His dodging all of our questions is NOT helping us win his case.
Phoenix:
OK, then how was the victim, Mr. Bullard, at that time?
Ron:
What do you mean by "how was he"?
Phoenix:
Was he already dead? Was he still alive? Maybe he was the one who hit you in the first place.
Ron:
That's a good question... What do you think, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
...F-Forget it.
Ron:
Suddenly, I was hit on the forehead. After that, I remember being a bit dazed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Your forehead...?
Ron:
Yes. I was hit on the forehead as soon as I entered the room. It was an amazingly fast and powerful attack.
Phoenix:
Do you remember anything about who hit you?
Ron:
Well, like I said... It was a fast and powerful hit. So I think I was a little dazed for a while.
Maya:
I don't think Mr. DeLite even grasped what you were asking...
Phoenix:
Yeah, I'd like to show him a fast and powerful attack himself. Maybe that would knock some sense back into him...
Ron:
If I hadn't been wearing that, I would have been killed!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"That"? Could you please clarify what you are referring to?
Ron:
Why, my Mask☆DeMasque costume, of course!
Judge:
W-Wait just a moment! "Mask☆DeMasque"...?
Ron:
Huh? Oh, did I forget to mention it before...? Just to be on the safe side, I dressed as Mask☆DeMasque! And then, I descended upon the office of the CEO of KB Security!
Judge:
Whaaaaaat!?
Maya:
Nick! Did you know about this? He never told me this!
Phoenix:
(I don't recall him ever mentioning it to me either...)
Godot:
Even I didn't know that. It seems our little friend really loves to keep secrets.
Ron:
I'm sorry. I just never had a chance to mention it up until now... Wait. That's not right. Umm... You know how sometimes things just slip your mind
Godot:
Ha...! My 6th cup of coffee is staring up at me coldly.
Judge:
At any rate, we can't ignore this new piece of information. Witness! Please correct your testimony.
Changes statement from "If I hadn't been wearing that, I would have been killed!" to "I'd have been killed if I hadn't been wearing my Mask☆DeMasque costume!"
Ron:
I'd have been killed if I hadn't been wearing my Mask☆DeMasque costume!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why were you dressed up as Mask☆DeMasque?
Ron:
Why... because I'm Mask☆DeMasque, of course.
Judge:
W-What are you talking about!? Mask☆DeMasque's trial is being held next door!
Ron:
Ah... Y-Yes, I guess so. Anyway, at that time... ...I thought I as being blackmailed over the Mask☆DeMasque issue. So I thought I should go as him, just to be safe.
Phoenix:
Oh boy...
Ron:
Let me tell you, it's a real pain to move around with that cape... That's why it took a lot longer than I'd expected.
Phoenix:
"Took a lot longer"...? (What is he talking about...?)
Wait and see
Phoenix:
(I think I'll wait and see how this develops...)
Maya:
Hey, why aren't you doing anything?
Phoenix:
Because it'll probably end up causing more trouble. I'll tackle it once I'm mentally prepared.
Maya:
... I guess I should prepare myself for the worst, too.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harder
Phoenix:
Um... What do you mean by "took a lot longer"...?
Ron:
Oh, opening the safe, of course. My cape got caught on the safe door, you see. This all happened when I was hiding Mr. Bullard's body...
Judge:
Wh-Wh-What was that!? Back up a second!
Ron:
...Yes?
Judge:
You were the one that hid the body in the safe!?
Ron:
Um, well... Yeah.
Judge:
Inconceivablllllle! Why!? Just... Why!? What reason could you have!? What were you thinking!?
Godot:
Question. When does someone toss their dirty shorts in the washing machine?
Judge:
Uh... What?
Godot:
The answer is simple. When they take them off.
Judge:
... As usual, I have no idea what you're saying.
Phoenix:
Do you mean that Mr. DeLite hid the body because he's the murderer?
Godot:
Ha...! So you're not as stupid as you look!
Maya:
His metaphor this time was really obscure...
Judge:
... Mr. Wright, you don't mean... ...that you knew about this whole safe business, do you!?
Phoenix:
Uh, well... Yes.
Judge:
Why am I the only one not in the loop here!? Witness! Make sure you add this to the testimony!
Ron:
Y-Yes, sir!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... Looks like a storm front is moving over the fair-weather judge.)
Adds statement "I panicked and hid the body in the safe. It took about 10 minutes."
Ron:
When I came to... Mr. Bullard was lying there... dead!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"When you came to"...?
Ron:
Yes. I was passed out in the corner of the room.
Phoenix:
Do you know when your assailant made their escape, and to where...?
Ron:
I-I'm afraid... I don't really remember.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Ron:
Once they hit me, I lost all track of what was going on. I think that's when they made their escape...
Godot:
Ha...! That's certainly a convenient story for you, isn't it?
Judge:
It certainly is, isn't it, Mr. Wright? It almost sounds... practiced.
Phoenix:
I-I don't know why you're telling me...
Ron:
I panicked and hid the body in the safe. It took about 10 minutes.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you hide the body in the safe anyway?
Ron:
Well... Because it wouldn't fit in a drawer.
Phoenix:
Uh, that's not exactly what I meant...
Ron:
When I saw that corpse, I kind of lost it. I thought, "If they find his corpse, they'll think I did it!"
Godot:
Ha...! I think you had a simpler reason than that. It's because you killed him! That's why you spent 10 minutes hiding the body.
Judge:
Hmmm... That certainly makes more sense.
Phoenix:
Nngh... (Hold on... "10 minutes"...?)
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
I just had a thought... Under those circumstances, would you normally try to hide the body...? And spend 10 whole minutes to do it?
Maya:
Under "those circumstances"? What circumstances...? ...Oh! Hey, Nick! If you think his behavior was so strange... ...why don't you present some evidence that would show just what those circumstances were!
Phoenix:
(That's it! I'll take a look at the Court Record, and present some evidence!)
Present CEO Office Buzzer, Buzzer Record or Larry Butz profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Honor, could you please take a look at this record?"
Maya:
We heard this from Mr. DeLite yesterday, didn't we?
Phoenix:
There's not much in this testimony either.
Maya:
I betcha he's still hiding something.
Phoenix:
I wouldn't be surprised. We'll just have to draw it out of him.
Maya:
I just hope he doesn't make things any more complicated...
Phoenix:
Your Honor, could you please take a look at this record?
Judge:
And what might this be?
Phoenix:
The record for the emergency buzzer that connects the CEO's office to security. If the button in the office is pressed, a security team is supposed to come running... 
Godot:
...
Phoenix:
And according to this record, the buzzer was pushed once, at 1:02 AM!
Judge:
Wh... Whaaat?
Phoenix:
If Mr. Ron DeLite truly was the murderer... ...he would have run as soon as that buzzer sounded! After all, a security guard would've been heading his way!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! Let's remember who we're dealing with here. He probably had no idea there were security personnel in the building!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Up until one year ago, my client was working as a chief of security! There's no way he wouldn't have known about them!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
But! As it turns out, the guard never came.
Phoenix:
That was nothing more than a coincidence! The fact that the guard was a pathetic loser... ...who had just gotten punched in the face by his ex's new boyfriend... ...and wasn't anywhere in the vicinity was not something Mr. DeLite could have known!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! Again, remember who we're dealing with here. It's a sure bet that Mr. DeLite didn't even notice the buzzer going off!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This buzzer is extremely loud. There is no way he could've ignored something like that! IF he had been conscious, that is.
Judge:
"Conscious"...? What do you mean by that!?
Godot:
... Ugh...! Fine. Let's hear your theory.
Phoenix:
Remember the defendant's testimony. The moment he entered the victim's office, someone attacked him... Mr. DeLite said he felt "dazed"... I'm willing to wager that he was knocked unconscious for at least a few minutes.
Judge:
Unconscious...? So he fainted!?
Phoenix:
That's why Mr. DeLite didn't know that the buzzer had sounded. And that's why... he thought he had time to hide the body!
Godot:
S-So what are you trying to say...!?
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite was knocked out, and the buzzer went off soon afterwards... Now, unless my client was able to hit the buzzer while he was unconscious... It can only mean that there was another person in that room! That's right! Whoever it was knocked out Ron DeLite and then pressed the buzzer!
Judge:
O-Order in the court! Mr. Wright! This... This is...!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Th-This is preposterous! It was this kid... ...Ron DeLite, is the one who killed Kane Bullard!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Then who pressed the buzzer?
Godot:
I-It was... The victim, of course! He pressed the buzzer when the defendant attacked him! He didn't die right away! He must have held on long enough to push that button!
Phoenix:
ACK!!
Judge:
Hmmm... So Kane Bullard sounded the buzzer himself... What is your opinion on this, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
(I need to prove that the real criminal was there at the scene! But how? Can I prove that it wasn't Kane Bullard who sounded the buzzer?)
I can prove it alright.
Leads to:
"The defense's opinion is this, Your Honor!"
I'm not ready yet.
Phoenix:
The defense... admits there is no evidence to the contrary. It is possible that the victim himself sounded the buzzer...
Godot:
Ha...! "Possible"? More like "definite", Mr. Trite.
Judge:
Which means... Only two people were there at the crime scene after all.
Godot:
The victim, Kane Bullard, and his killer... Mr. DeLite.
Maya:
Come on, Nick! If you can't prove that the "real killer was there"... ...this trial is as good as finished!
Phoenix:
(Argh! I guess I need to show some sort of evidence after all...!)
Leads to:
"The defense's opinion is this, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
The defense's opinion is this, Your Honor! This piece of evidence proves that it wasn't the victim who sounded the buzzer!
Present CEO Office Buzzer
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I believe this is the piece of incontrovertible evidence you were looking for!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Well, what do you think, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
Ha...! I can hear it... The sound of a buzzer!
Judge:
Huh?
Godot:
It's going off inside your head at this very moment. ...The emergency buzzer of your heart!
Maya:
Is it really?
Phoenix:
...Maybe just a little.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You need to think more carefully!
Maya:
Oof... Guess there goes your chance to become an "Ace Detective".
Phoenix:
Come, listen more carefully! Maybe the truth will be elegantly revealed...?
Maya:
Creepy... You sound like Detective Atmey...
Leads back to:
"The defense's opinion is this, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
I believe this is the piece of incontrovertible evidence you were looking for!
Judge:
Th-The emergency buzzer...? Is there some kind of clue on it?
Phoenix:
Absolutely not.
Godot:
Hey, come on now... At least give some thought to what you say before opening your mouth.
Phoenix:
The fact that there are absolutely no clues... is itself the clue.
Judge:
Now I'm the one who's clueless!
Phoenix:
This button has no fingerprints on it. If Mr. Bullard had really pressed it himself... ...naturally, he would have left his fingerprints behind!
Godot:
Phwoooooooooooh!!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
R...Ron DeLite... obviously wiped them off!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Why would he? A guard could have come in at any moment!
Godot:
He touched that button! I know he did!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The defendant, Mr. DeLite, was dressed as Mask☆DeMasque. And Mask☆DeMasque... always wears gloves! What reason could he possibly have had to wipe the button free of fingerprints!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Godot:
Ha...! It would seem... I've been forced to eat crow!
Maya:
I wonder what blend number crow-flavored coffee is?
Judge:
However, if the real killer was there at the scene... ...why would that person press the emergency buzzer?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Shouldn't they have run away without putting themselves in extra danger?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
......
Phoenix:
.........
Judge:
What's with this awkward silence all of a sudden!?
Godot:
Ha...! It looks like you're fresh out of parlor tricks.
Maya:
They're on to you, Nick!
Phoenix:
J-Just give me a minute to collect my thoughts...! The real culprit killed Mr. Bullard at around 1 AM.
Maya:
And Mr. DeLite just happened to waltz in when the murder was taking place, right?
Phoenix:
The killer clobbered Mr. DeLite, and then sounded the buzzer.
Maya:
Even though security was supposed to respond right away if the buzzer was pressed.
Phoenix:
("Security was supposed to respond"? Hmm...)
Judge:
...Time's up, Mr. Wright. Let's hear what you have to say.
Phoenix:
Very well then...
Godot:
Oh ho... You've got some guts. I like that in an opponent.
Judge:
Why did the "real killer" sound the emergency buzzer?
They didn't mean to.
Phoenix:
In all probability... the killer didn't mean to press it.
Judge:
What do you mean...?
Phoenix:
It's possible that they simply pressed it by accident. It could have been with their back during the scuffle, for example.
Ron:
Aha! That must be why there weren't any fingerprints!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! Is there a functioning brain underneath all that ridiculous hair, Mr. Trite?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Godot:
The accused testified that he was hit as soon as he entered the room. In other words, as far away from the buzzer as he could possibly be at the time!
Phoenix:
...Ack!
Judge:
It would seem you've been taken for a ride, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Argh! One more time! I've got to calm down and think quick!)
Leads back to:
"Why did the "real killer" sound the emergency buzzer?"
To call the security guard.
Leads to:
"The killer knew that if they pressed that button, a guard would come running."
To find out what it did.
Phoenix:
In all probability... the killer didn't know what the button was for.
Judge:
What do you mean...?
Phoenix:
The killer probably thought, "I wonder what this does?" and pressed it to find out!
Ron:
Oh! That's exactly how I make a lot of my mistakes, too!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! Is there a functioning brain underneath all that ridiculous hair, Mr. Trite?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Godot:
The panel around the button is labeled quite clearly. It says, "Emergency Buzzer".
Phoenix:
Doh!
Godot:
Let me guess. Maybe next, you'll want to claim this mysterious "killer" was illiterate?
Phoenix:
(Argh! One more time! I've got to calm down and think quick!)
Leads back to:
"Why did the "real killer" sound the emergency buzzer?"
Phoenix:
The killer knew that if they pressed that button, a guard would come running. And that was exactly what they wanted.
Judge:
D-Do you mean to say the killer called the guard on purpose!?
Phoenix:
Yes... Although as it turned out, he never showed up.
Maya:
Because he was getting his clock cleaned at the time...
Godot:
Ha...! What a touching story! You're saying the killer had a change of heart and called the guard to turn himself in?
Phoenix:
No, I'm not. When that buzzer sounded, there were three people in that office. The victim, Kane Bullard, who was already dead. The defendant, Ron DeLite, who was out cold. And... The third person. The real killer.
Judge:
...Hypothetically, yes.
Phoenix:
Now then... In this situation, if the real killer made an escape, what would happen? The only ones left in the room would be the victim, and Ron DeLite...
Ron:
And... And if any security guards came running in at that time... They would think that I was the murderer!
Phoenix:
Yes! That was precisely the real killer's objective. To frame Ron DeLite for the murder!
Godot:
Phwooooooooooh!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Godot:
Ha...! It would seem... I've been made to eat my words once again!
Maya:
Actually you've been made to do a spit-take... with a cup of coffee.
Ron:
M-Mr. Wright! Who was it!? Who was it that tried to frame me!? Err... Wait. Wait a second... I'm the one and only Mask☆DeMasque, so
Maya:
Nick! You mean the real killer is...!?
Phoenix:
We're going to drag that person in here right now!
Maya:
But, but! Who is it?
Phoenix:
I don't have any solid proof yet... but think about it. The killer knew Mr. DeLite's identity. And they also knew... ...that he had been called to KB Security that night... So, the killer used him to execute a well-crafted plan to murder Kane Bullard!
Judge:
Hmm, now then. Let's hear your accusation, Mr. Wright. Who was it framed Mr. Ron DeLite for the murder of Kane Bullard!?
Present Luke Atmey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Detective Luke Atmey... He's the only one who could have done it."
Present Desirée DeLite profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Naturally... the true culprit was none other than... Ron DeLite's wife, Desirée!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaat!? Why that's simply--
Ron:
M-Mr. Wright!! Have you gone insane...!?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Aren't you forgetting something, Mr. Trite?
Phoenix:
E-Excuse me?
Godot:
Where was Desirée DeLite at 1:00 AM that night...?
Maya:
Ah! That's right! She was at the police station! For almost the entire night!
Godot:
She was being questioned after being stopped for reckless riding... ...I have a record of it here.
Phoenix:
Aaaah!! (I forgot all about that...)
Judge:
It seems that senility may be setting in early for you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Talk about things you never want to hear this judge say to you...)
Maya:
It looks like you'd better think again.
Leads back to:
"Hmm, now then. Let's hear your accusation, Mr. Wright."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
H-Hang on, Nick! Are you saying this is the person who tried to frame Mr. DeLite for the murder?
Phoenix:
Well, yeah. Who else could it be?
Maya:
Did they even know that Mr. DeLite was Mask☆DeMasque?
Phoenix:
Hmm, I wonder...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Need I warn you about what will happen of you present irrelevant evidence?
Phoenix:
(It looks like I'd better think this through again...)
Leads back to:
"Hmm, now then. Let's hear your accusation, Mr. Wright."
Phoenix:
Detective Luke Atmey... He's the only one who could have done it.
Godot:
Ace Detective...
Ron:
Luke Atmey...
Judge:
You mean... Mask☆DeMasque did it...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor, the person being tried in the court next to us... ...is not Mask☆DeMasque at all. He is, in actuality... the true murderer of Kane Bullard!
Judge:
Order! Order!! M-Mr. Wright! Explain yourself!
Phoenix:
Theft and murder... Which is the more serious crime?
Judge:
They're not even close. Murder is the more serious crime, of course! It's a capital crime subject to a capital punishment.
Phoenix:
Please remember the trial from yesterday, if you would. When Luke Atmey confessed, there was a huge commotion in the courtroom.
Godot:
Of course. A famous detective was unmasked as... well, as Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
Instead of being convicted of murder, he was found guilty of grand larceny. ...That was his true objective all along.
Judge:
To be found "guilty"...
Phoenix:
Mask☆DeMasque had the perfect alibi for when the murder took place. He was stealing the urn at Lordly Tailor. ...In other words! Being found guilty as Mask☆DeMasque... ...was Luke Atmey's airtight, watertight, and unassailable alibi.
Judge:
A guilty verdict... AS AN ALIBI!?
Godot:
You know... It's almost time.
Judge:
F-For what?
Godot:
For Luke Atmey's verdict. It was a pretty simple trial, after all. If we're going to stop this trial and stall that one, we need to do it now. Of course... That's assuming you have proof that the detective was the one who committed the murder.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Mr. Luke Atmey's trial has indeed attracted the attention of the entire attorney. If we were to intrude, and failed to provide adequate proof of his true crime...  Mr. DeLite would be left with no grounds for appeal.
Phoenix:
... (Am I really sure about this...?)
Godot:
Ha...! A bet's only good when your life's the ante.
Ron:
Mr. Wright! I... I believe in you!
Phoenix:
Mr. DeLite...
Ron:
So... So... Please. I'M BEGGING YOOOOOOU!!
Phoenix:
(Thanks... But... My decision will determine the rest of your life! Can I really risk your life like this...?)
...Phoenix...
Phoenix:
...! (Wh-What was that...?)
...Don't stray Phoenix......For your client... Take the path of trust...
Phoenix:
(Th-That voice... It-It sounds like... M-Mia...!) Your Honor! The defense requests an immediate recess!
Godot:
Ha...! So that's your answer, huh?
Judge:
Very well. I've decided as well. This court will now take a 20 minute recess. ...Mr. Wright. When we return, please summon Mr. Luke Atmey to the stand!
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor!
October 14, 11:58 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 5
Payne:
Hee hee hee hee... Well, Sir Detective Atmey!?
Atmey:
Heh... Heh heh heh... I have to say, Mr. Payne. You performed splendidly.
Payne:
Oh no, Sir Detective Atmey. You were the one who...
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. This court finds the defendant, Luke Atmey...
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wait! Don't hand down your verdict yet! Please!
Atmey:
Well well... Sir Lawyer. Welcome to my courtroom...
Judge:
Who's this hoser, eh!?
Phoenix:
My name is Phoenix Wright, attorney at law. And I wish to file an accusation against this man, Luke Atmey!
Payne:
Ac-Accusation? You accuse Mask☆DeMasque--
Phoenix:
That man is not Mask☆DeMasque. He's just a ruthless murderer!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?
Atmey:
............
To be continued.
October 14, 12:14 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 4
Maya:
...My sis?
Phoenix:
I could have sworn I heard Mia's voice.
Maya:
So then, she's still alive... inside your heart.
Desirée:
...Nicky boy!
Phoenix:
Oh, Ms. DeLite...
Desirée:
Is it true that detective is the real killer?
Phoenix:
To be honest... we don't have any definite proof. But he's the only one who could have done it.
Desirée:
But, wasn't he at Lordly Tailor that night?
Maya:
Not to mention, we don't exactly know his motive. I mean, why would Detective Atmey want to kill Kane Bullard...?
Phoenix:
... Oops, it's almost time! Better get back to the courtroom. (I need to find some solid proof... and it's gotta happen sooner rather than later!)
October 14, 12:21 PM
District CourtCourtroom No. 6
Judge:
Now then, this court is back in session. Mr. Luke Atmey. Please take the stand.
Atmey:
Well well... How do you do, Sir Lawyer? I never would have thought to see you acting so recklessly.
Phoenix:
I couldn't let them hand down your verdict just yet. Not when it would have given you your perfect alibi. An alibi by the name of "Mask☆DeMasque"...
Atmey:
I'm sorry. I'm afraid even the great Luke Atmey has no idea what you mean. Of course, I have been in the next courtroom ever since 10 o'clock this morning. ...I'm afraid there's no way I could know what's been going on in here.
Judge:
You've been in the defendant's seat all day long, correct? Being tried as Mask☆DeMasque...
Atmey:
Indeed... It's truly child's play to fool the ignorant masses. Not only did the poor fools ask me to "protect" their valuables... ...they even gave me a generous reward upon returning their own property to them. Take this red diamond ring that sparkles upon my divine finger, for example...
Phoenix:
So you continue to insist that you are, in fact, "Mask☆DeMasque"?
Atmey:
...Of course.
Judge:
Very well then, Luke Atmey. Let us begin with this simple question. On October 12th at 1 AM. Kane Bullard was murdered. Where were you at that time?
Atmey:
One without knowledge lacks even the knowledge that he should be ashamed of himself. ...But don't worry. I will not hold it against you, Sir Judge.
Judge:
Um, thanks...
Godot:
Alright, Mr. Atmey... The night of the murder... Speak! ...We're listening!
Atmey:
As you wish... Sir Prosecutor.
Witness Testimony
-- The Alibi --
Atmey:
I was stealing the urn as Mask☆DeMasque, just as I announced I would...
I had more than enough time to prepare. It was a pathetically easy job.
A photograph contains no words... But in this case, one turned out to be my witness.
The time at which the camera captured Mask☆DeMasque was the same time as the murder!
Judge:
Hmm... It seems the main point of discussion will be this photo of the crime scene.
Phoenix:
(Everything else up until now was all part of his plan. There has to be a secret to this picture as well!)
Atmey:
Even the great Mask☆DeMasque cannot be in two places at once. Now then, if you'll excuse me. I have a verdict to receive.
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, Mr. Atmey, we still have to do your cross-examination.
Atmey:
...A fool is too foolish to know that he is a fool...
Maya:
I think he's trying to say that you're full of it, Nick.
Phoenix:
The only thing that's full of it is his alibi!
Cross Examination
-- The Alibi --
Atmey:
I was stealing the urn as Mask☆DeMasque, just as I announced I would...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So this photograph is the proof, correct?
Atmey:
Indeed it is.
Phoenix:
And the man in the photo is certainly wearing a mask.
Atmey:
That is why I am called "Mask☆DeMasque".
Phoenix:
But conveniently, that also means that there is no way to tell who this really is.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Ha...! Are you saying that this is not, in fact, Luke Atmey? That it could be an accomplice dressed up as Mask☆DeMasque to create an alibi...?
Atmey:
Oh ho... What an interesting idea. Are you saying that I, Lone Wolf Luke, had an accomplice?
Name the accomplice
Phoenix:
(If Luke Atmey was at KB Security during the murder... ...then the Mask☆DeMasque in this picture has to be a fake.) ...Exactly. You had an accomplice!
Godot:
Now remember you've said that, Mr. Trite, because there's no going back. If you're making baseless claims, I'll treat you to a penalty itself!
Maya:
That penalty is probably boiling hot, too...
Godot:
So who was it, Mr. Trite!? Who was the accomplice!?
Present anyone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Umm... It was this person.
Godot:
Ha...! That's quite the prank you're trying to pull... Do you have any evidence that this person is, in fact, the accomplice?
Phoenix:
W-Well... T-The aura! The aura that this person has around them is...
Judge:
If you're going to judge someone by their aura... ...you'd be right up there as the number one suspect, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh... I jumped the gun on that one!)
Leads back to cross-examination
Give it up
Phoenix:
(If Luke Atmey was at KB Security during the murder... ...then the Mask☆DeMasque in this picture has to be a fake.)
Maya:
Then there really was an accomplice!
Phoenix:
But right now, I have no idea who it was.
Maya:
Hmm... I don't have any idea right now either. 
Phoenix:
(Baseless objections are just what that guy wants... There's got to be another way... And I'm going to find it!)
Leads back to cross-examination
Atmey:
I had more than enough time to prepare. It was a pathetically easy job.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I believe Adrian Andrews hired you at one point?
Atmey:
That's right... That was over 20 days ago, if I'm not mistaken.
Phoenix:
You sent the calling card to Lordly Tailor 10 days before the heist... That would mean you seat out the card after you began your security watch, right?
Atmey:
Indeed. There was no reason why I couldn't do both jobs at once. It was the perfect opportunity to steal my latest target.
Judge:
I see... You truly are evil, aren't you?
Atmey:
Yes. Evil is what I am...
Maya:
Hey, Nick... Isn't there something odd about this?
Phoenix:
Hm?
Maya:
Detective Atmey was always proud of his "Ace Detective" skills, right? But if the urn was stolen from Lordly Tailor while he was the only one watching it... ...he'd have no way to maintain his perfect "Ace Detective" persona.
Phoenix:
(You know, that's true... It is kind of odd.)
Atmey:
...
Atmey:
A photograph contains no words... But in this case, one turned out to be my witness.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So by "photograph", you mean this piece of evidence here. Is that correct?
Atmey:
Indeed it is. That is it! The very thing that proves I committed the crime.
Phoenix:
The very thing... that proves you committed the crime... (When you think about it... It's really odd...) You say that almost as if you had this picture taken on purpose...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
He was simply caught by the very camera that he had set up... We all have days like that.
Atmey:
Indeed... It turned out that there was no such thing as the perfect crime after all. Life is truly an ironic thing. A sad, blue melody...
Phoenix:
(It looks like I'd better gather more information for now... If he's truly the killer... there's got to be something phony in that video.)
Press (after pressing second and fourth statements)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So by "photograph", you mean this piece of evidence here. Is that correct?
Atmey:
Indeed it is. That is it! The very thing that proves I committed the crime.
Phoenix:
The very thing... that proves you committed the crime...
Godot:
Surely even you understand by now.
Atmey:
Lordly Tailor provided that camera. There's no way I could have tampered with it. That means I could not have killed Kane Bullard... unless I had an accomplice.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Phoenix:
(Come on, think long and hard about that night... The basement warehouse, and this picture that supposedly captures it... It's got to be here... Isn't there something "funny" about this picture?)
You bet there is.
Atmey:
Are you implying that this picture is a fake?
Phoenix:
You bet I am. There's definitely something strange about this picture. We took a look around the basement warehouse that night, before the theft took place. And there's something in this photo that doesn't match my memory of that night!
Judge:
...Very well, then let's hear what you have to say! What about this photograph do you find "funny"?
Present spilled paint
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The funny part... is right here!
Judge:
Why, this... this is a bloodstain! Ah! Blood! Now this case is getting interesting!
Phoenix:
Umm, not exactly... This stain is actually pink paint.
Judge:
Oh, just paint... And peach-colored at that.
Phoenix:
(From blood to peaches... The judge sure loves going on his wild tangents.) The problem with this photograph is not the paint. The problem is, when you consider the layout of the basement warehouse... It turns out that "something" that should be there is nowhere to be seen!
Atmey:
...
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Wright? What is supposed to be in this picture instead of the paint stains?
Present Ami Fey's Golden Statue
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The supervisor of the Treasure Exhibit stated the following."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
What do you think, Mr. Godot?
Phoenix:
Um, well... I thought I'd just kind of throw this out and see... 
Judge:
I'll have you know I am not a trashcan!
Phoenix:
(And I was so close, too...)
Judge:
It seems you've just been wasting our time!
Godot:
That's nothing unusual for this guy...
Judge:
Very well then, witness. Proceed with your testimony.
Atmey:
...Certainly.
Leads back to cross-examination
Present timestamp
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This part here!
Judge:
You mean the "date stamp"...?
Phoenix:
Unfortunately... I'm afraid you can't call this a "date stamp"! ...Because there is no sign of "date" here at all!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Unfortunately, I'm afraid you can't call that "funny" either, Mr. Trite!
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Godot:
While a security camera that only records the time leaves something to be desired... ...the Lordly Tailor staff are the ones who set up the camera. It is not the fault of this witness. 
Judge:
Hmm... That's certainly true.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... It looks like I need to approach this from a different angle...)
Judge:
Very well then, witness! Let's return to your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Perhaps THIS is the area in question!
Judge:
This "area"...? Could you be any more vague?
Godot:
Ha...! Today's java has a little extra kick to it...
Atmey:
It seems that the funny part... ...lies in the "area" of the defense!
Phoenix:
(Ouch... I better think this through, or I'm gonna fall victim to another drubbing.)
Judge:
Very well then, witness! Let's return to your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Not that I can see.
Phoenix:
Unfortunately... I don't see anything wrong.
Judge:
That is indeed unfortunate.
Godot:
Men, as a species, are doomed to a life of bitterness and frustration.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. I've been thinking...
Phoenix:
What is it, Maya?
Maya:
This photo was taken in that basement warehouse, right? And if this was taken on the same night as when we went to see the Treasure Exhibit... ...then there's one thing here that doesn't add up.
Phoenix:
(It looks like I need to approach this from a different angle...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Atmey:
The time at which the camera captured Mask☆DeMasque was the same time as the murder!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
About the camera that took this photograph...
Atmey:
Oh come now! It's all too clear what you're thinking!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Atmey:
You think I altered the timestamp on the photograph, don't you?
Godot:
I'm afraid that's impossible. The camera was set up by Lordly Tailor. And on top of that... ...it was Lordly Tailor staff that printed that picture's data. Unfortunately for the defense, there's no way that picture could have been altered.
Judge:
I see...
Phoenix:
(It looks like I'd better find something else that could be suspicious...)
Maya:
So, this alibi is false?
Phoenix:
It has to be, or he couldn't have killed Mr. Bullard at KB Security.
Maya:
But... I'm not really spotting anything unusual.
Phoenix:
There are two possibilities... Either the Mask☆DeMasque in the photo is a fake... Or the photo itself is.
Phoenix:
The supervisor of the Treasure Exhibit stated the following.
Andrews:
Well, there's a good reason for that. On the day of the crime, around noon... ...that golden statue just happened to arrive from the mountain training hall.
Andrews:
I realized that the statue would be the perfect size for covering up the paint stains. That's why... I put it where you first saw it.
Phoenix:
I myself was there the night the theft took place, and saw the statue in that spot. If this picture was truly taken on that night, then that statue should've been there!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
But when I went there the day after the theft... ...that statue of the old bag was sitting in the corner.
Judge:
Hmmm... Perhaps it was somehow pushed there accidentally...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor, this statue is slightly larger than yourself and quite heavy. It would take more than an accidental push to move it that distance!
Godot:
Ha...! In that case... Can you prove it? Can you give us the "rhyme and reason" as to why that statue was moved that night?
Maya:
C-Can you do it, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Never mind who moved it... The real question is "why did they move it"...)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright. I hope you are prepared with your answer. Now then, who was the one that moved the golden statue on the night of the crime?
Present Luke Atmey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The one who moved the statue is none other than... Luke Atmey!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
What do you think, Mr. Godot?
Godot:
A man should be able to answer his own questions. That's what I think. Right now I'm busy trying to come up with two answers of my own. Why is coffee black? And... Why is it bitter...?
Judge:
Mr. Wright... To put it simply, you've messed up.
Maya:
What are you doing, Nick!? You need to think about why that statue was moved!
Phoenix:
(The good thing about when everyone chews me out is that it gives me time to think!)
Leads back to:
"Well, Mr. Wright. I hope you are prepared with your answer."
Phoenix:
The one who moved the statue is none other than... Luke Atmey!
Atmey:
Come now, Sir Lawyer! There you go again on one of your strange delusions...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What basis do you have for your strange delusions!?
Phoenix:
...It's very simple. The witness was the only one in the basement warehouse that night.
Atmey:
That is indeed very simple... However! Why would I want to move a heavy golden statue?
Phoenix:
(The reason for moving the golden statue... Here's where our battle finally begins.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? What reason did the witness have to move that statue!?
Phoenix:
The reason can be found here in this photograph.
Atmey:
...!
Phoenix:
Luke Atmey, You pretended to be Mask☆DeMasque... ...to create an alibi by showing you were "at Lordly Tailor that night".
Atmey:
...
Phoenix:
But this photograph contains a single, fatal flaw. If the statue had been there, your lie would be exposed like cheap film at a drug store... That is why you moved the statue!
Judge:
A single, fatal flaw?
Godot:
Interesting theory... Please enlighten us. Just where in this picture does this "lie" exist!?
Present timestamp
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Naturally... the lie in this photo is the timestamp!"
Present Mask☆DeMasque
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The lie... is Mask☆DeMasque!
Judge:
A-Are you saying that this Mask☆DeMasque is a fake!?
Godot:
Ha...! You know... I really wish you would start acting more responsibly...
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Godot:
The current question is, "why was the golden statue moved?" So what possible connection could there with Mask☆DeMasque's identity?
Phoenix:
(Oh buggers!)
Judge:
Your face has "Oh buggers!" written all over it. That's a penalty for you!
Godot:
I'll ask you again, Mr. Trite.
Leads back to:
"Just where in this picture does this "lie" exist!?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The lie in this photo is somewhere around here!
Godot:
Jumping to conclusions again? I think you need to take a gander in your logical mirror.
Atmey:
As the Yiddish proverb goes, "A half-truth is a whole lie".
Judge:
Keep lying like this and you'll be the one on trial.
Phoenix:
(Oh man, now they're calling me a liar...!)
Maya:
The question is why was the statue moved, right?
Phoenix:
There was some reason the culprit didn't want the statue in the picture... At least, that's what I thought.
Godot:
I'll ask you again, Mr. Trite.
Leads back to:
"Just where in this picture does this "lie" exist!?"
Phoenix:
Naturally... the lie in this photo is the timestamp!
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Phoenix:
I'll tell you exactly what I mean! On the night in question, Luke Atmey went to KB Security and murdered Kane Bullard! Therefore, it's obvious! It would have been impossible for him to have been at Lordly Tailor at this time!
Atmey:
...!
Judge:
But what does that have to do with the statue being moved...?
Phoenix:
Remember if you will, Your Honor. When was this statue placed besides the warehouse door...?
Judge:
W-Well...
Godot:
The statue was taken down to the warehouse on the day of the crime... ...and it was placed there in order to cover up the paint.
Phoenix:
...Exactly. Luke Atmey had already decided on the time when he was going to kill the victim. And so, in order to create an alibi for that time... ...he took this picture days before the murder took place!
Godot:
Wh-What the...!?
Phoenix:
Of course, the statue hadn't yet been brought down to the basement warehouse yet.
Judge:
Ah...
Phoenix:
So, on the day of the crime, Mr. Atmey must have been quite nervous! As nervous as a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory, so to speak. Why? Because something that wasn't supposed to be there... ...had been brought down and placed where it wasn't supposed to be. And that... ...is why Luke Atmey had to move the statue on the night of the murder! He did it to make the room match with the way it had been in his photo!
Atmey:
... GWAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. Atmey! Is this true!?
Atmey:
One moment, Your Honor! H-Have you forgotten this?
Judge:
Wh-What's that...?
Atmey:
The data for the basement warehouse computer! According to this, the camera did indeed go off on the night of the crime!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Hmm... It's true that the camera had been set up by the Lordly Tailor staff. However! The program used to manage that data was yours! That alone would have allowed you to tamper with the data!
Atmey:
Ah... AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. Godot! What is the meaning of this!? Godot! I warned you about making me wait! Now put that coffee down!
Godot:
...My 11th cup. I've promised to drink no more than 17 during a trial. Which means... I'm still good 'til the last drop.
Judge:
However! the defense has a very good point!
Godot:
"A good point"...? So what? We are all but travelers on a road of infinite points.
Maya:
Um, I think you've got your "points" mixed up with your other "points"...
Godot:
...So you say this photograph was taken ahead of time. And that the statue was moved in order to make it match... That's a very interesting idea. However. There's one point that can't be denied. 
Phoenix:
Which is...?
Godot:
That it's only... a "possibility". Men that are trapped by the chains of "maybe"... ...can never reach their dreams!
Judge:
Th-That's very true!
Phoenix:
N-No way! Don't fall for that, Your Honor!
Godot:
Hey! Mr. DeMasque!
Atmey:
Y-Yes!?
Godot:
If there's no funny business in your actions as Mask☆DeMasque... ...there should be no problem with you telling us your strategy. So let's hear it.
Judge:
Yes. Please provide this court with your testimony. About your plan to steal the Sacred Urn!
Witness Testimony
-- The Sacred Urn Heist --
Atmey:
I first received the request from Lordly Tailor about 20 days ago.
The urn was placed in a box, and Zvarri! It was then sent to the warehouse.
Hence, I was actually unable to see the urn for myself until the day of the crime...
I knew it was an extremely valuable treasure, so I sent my card 10 days beforehand.
I then handled security by myself to ensure that my crime would go smoothly!
At last, I held the urn in my hands for the first time at 1 AM on October 12th.
Maya:
That's pretty much all stuff we've heard before, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Yeah, but we will find the truth hidden in the nuggets of new information he gave.
Judge:
Witness... You're sure there are no mistakes this time?
Atmey:
...Zvarri.
Judge:
Very well then! Mr. Wright! You may begin your cross-examination!
Cross Examination
-- The Sacred Urn Heist --
Atmey:
I first received the request from Lordly Tailor about 20 days ago.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You were asked to guard the urn by Ms. Adrian Andrews, is that right?
Atmey:
Indeed... It seemed that they had heard of my Zvarrikling reputation.
Phoenix:
(I see Ms. Andrews is still attracting the weirdos.) You'd better watch out too, Maya.
Atmey:
The urn was placed in a box, and Zvarri! It was then sent to the warehouse.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean... this box?
Atmey:
Yes. That pathetic box. Lady Andrews was especially taken with that urn... ...and she wouldn't let anyone enter the storeroom, not even me.
Phoenix:
(Huh. Interesting new tidbit...)
Present DeMasque's Calling Card
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Atmey... If you really are Mask☆DeMasque..."
Atmey:
Hence, I was actually unable to see the urn for myself until the day of the crime...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you're sure that you had never seen the urn before?
Atmey:
Indeed... You may ask Lady Andrews to confirm for yourself. My security was focused entirely on the entrance to that warehouse. However! I, Luke Atmey, let no information whatsoever slip through my fingers!
Present DeMasque's Calling Card
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Atmey... If you really are Mask☆DeMasque..."
Atmey:
I knew it was an extremely valuable treasure, so I sent my card 10 days beforehand.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean... this calling card?
Atmey:
That's right! That is, without a doubt, my calling card.
Maya:
I guess Mr. DeLite didn't make this after all.
Phoenix:
(Of course... Because Atmey knew about the emblem. Making this card authentic would've been child's play to him.)
Atmey:
I then handled security by myself to ensure that my crime would go smoothly!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Then no one entered the basement warehouse?
Atmey:
Unfortunately... There were many different treasures being taken there. Thus, for a period of approximately 5 days... ...people were indeed going in and out of the warehouse.
Judge:
Hmmm...
Present DeMasque's Calling Card
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Atmey... If you really are Mask☆DeMasque..."
Atmey:
At last, I held the urn in my hands for the first time at 1 AM on October 12th.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And this is the photo that proves that, huh?
Atmey:
...Indeed. To be honest, even if a photo was taken... I didn't think it would matter terribly much.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. If this photo is a fake... Detective Atmey might have stolen the urn whenever this was taken.
Phoenix:
...That's true. You know, he's been saying that he "never saw the urn until that night"... If we can prove that he's lying there, we can wrap this up and put a bow on it. (I need to take a good hard look at the Court Record!)
Present DeMasque's Calling Card
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Atmey... If you really are Mask☆DeMasque..."
Maya:
Hmmm... Not a lot to go on, is there?
Phoenix:
That detective's been covering his tracks... There's only one thing we need to prove in this cross-examination...! That he took this photo well before the actual night of the crime.
Maya:
Alright then... How do we do that?
Phoenix:
There's one thing that Atmey stated very clearly. That he had never seen the urn before he stole it...
Maya:
We need to prove that he's lying...
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey... If you really are Mask☆DeMasque... ...then you also wrote this calling card, correct?
Atmey:
But of course.
Godot:
Is there a problem with that calling card?
Phoenix:
Allow me to read a passage from the calling card that Mask☆DeMasque had written. "Take good care of the speckled urn." Now, the "speckled" here... ...surely refers to this pink pattern on the Sacred Urn.
Judge:
Yes, that is true... But so what?
Phoenix:
Truth be told, there is no way that Mask☆DeMasque could have known about this pattern.
Atmey:
What do you mean...?
Phoenix:
This pink, spotted pattern on the urn... is actually nothing more than paint stains.
Judge:
Paint stains...?
Phoenix:
And these stains did not appear... ...until after the urn had been taken to Lordly Tailor!
Atmey:
Hhhmph...!
Godot:
I'm not finding this joke to be very funny, Mr. Trite!
Phoenix:
The day that the Sacred Urn was taken to the warehouse... ...the urn was broken due to human error, or should I say an error-prone human. And that's when the pink paint got on the urn!
Godot:
Urghh...! Y-You can't be serious...!
Phoenix:
And yet this "calling card" clearly mentions the paint pattern. Which means... Detective Atmey had seen this urn long before the crime ever took place! In fact, he saw it when this fake photo was taken!
Godot:
...Phwoooooh!
Phoenix:
And because this photo is a fake... ...your alibi for the night of the murder no longer holds water!
Atmey:
Gwagwagwagwawaaaah!
Judge:
...Witness. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Atmey:
Grr... Mmm... Nnn...
Phoenix:
(Alright! That did it! He's broken!)
Maya:
Um, Nick, I think it's still a little early for a victory pose.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Godot:
Ha...! It's so sad... No one has any conviction these days...
Judge:
C-Conviction... you say?
Godot:
Yesterday, we all decided unanimously that this man was Mask☆DeMasque. And now, we're calling him a murderer... You don't think we're being a tad fickle?
Judge:
Th-That's a good point!
Phoenix:
N-No way! Don't fall for that too, Your Honor!
Godot:
You say that Luke Atmey was the one who killed Kane Bullard? Then let me ask you this. Why would he do that?
Atmey:
Heh heh heh heh heh... An excellent point.
Phoenix:
...!
Atmey:
Motive, Mr. Wright! Motive! Might you my merry murderous motive manifest?
Maya:
N-Nick! He's getting his second wind!
Judge:
If he prepared an alibi and pinned his crime on Ron DeLite as you say... ...he must have had a very strong motive for murder!
Godot:
The only one with any motive we've seen is Ron DeLite. Isn't that right, Detective!?
Atmey:
Indeed. According to my own research, the boy's motive is clear!
Judge:
Without a motive, it's nearly impossible to prove guilt in a murder case! Now then... Maybe you can enlighten us to what the defendant's motives were.
Atmey:
Thank you, Sir Old-timer.
Phoenix:
(They're doing everything they can to make Ron look suspicious... Despite our lack of hard information, this may be our only chance...)
Witness Testimony
-- Motive for Murder --
Atmey:
I, Luke Atmey, had no points of contact with the victim whatsoever.
Kane Bullard decided to investigate Mask☆DeMasque and simply mistook who he was!
It was Mr. Bullard who wrote the blackmail letter and sent it to Ron DeLite.
And it was again Mr. Bullard who harbored a grudge against Mr. DeLite for his betrayal!
Mr. Bullard's mistake is quite excusable. The defendant truly believes he is Mask☆DeMasque.
That is why Mr. DeLite saw it fit to kill Kane Bullard. Truly a tragedy...
Judge:
So the victim, Kane Bullard, blackmailed the defendant...?
Godot:
This is the blackmail letter found in the defendant's apartment. A handwriting test confirms that Mr. Bullard was indeed the one who wrote the letter.
Phoenix:
(Wh-What!?)
Blackmail Letter updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Motive for Murder --
Atmey:
I, Luke Atmey, had no points of contact with the victim whatsoever.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And who in the world is going to prove that!?
Godot:
I will.
Phoenix:
...!
Godot:
After doing a thorough background check of Detective Atmey and Kane Bullard... ...we were unable to find any links between them. It's all in the report.
Judge:
Hmmm... Perhaps they were connected through their work? They were both involved in security...
Godot:
Nope.
Judge:
That was blunt.
Atmey:
In any case, the only one with a motive was Mr. DeLite.
Atmey:
Kane Bullard decided to investigate Mask☆DeMasque and simply mistook who he was!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mistook...?
Atmey:
That's right. "Mistook". From the Old Norse "mistaka", meaning, "to take in error".
Phoenix:
...Umm, that wasn't what I meant.
Judge:
Just who did the victim mistake Mask☆DeMasque to be?
Atmey:
Why, the answer is obvious. ...Ron DeLite, of course.
Phoenix:
(Boy, I'd like to wipe that smug look off this guy's face...)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Why would the victim mistake the defendant for Mask☆DeMasque?
Atmey:
Don't you already know that? Zvarri! Take a look at this newspaper!
Judge:
Oh ho... That's the famous "Tear of Emanon." A magnificent jewel!
Atmey:
...That photo shows a magnificent detective as well, does it not? Furthermore... It also shows an ugly guard... Namely the defendant...!
Judge:
Th-The defendant...!
Atmey:
The victim clearly misread this article and... Zvarri! He got the wrong impression. The impression that this ugly security guard was in fact Mask☆DeMasque!
Judge:
Hmm... I see...
Maya:
That was an unusually reasonable deduction.
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it
Phoenix:
(I can't stand to hear any more of his long-winded stories. I'll hold off on pressing him further for now...) ...That's fine. Please continue your testimony.
Maya:
Aww. I was looking forward to one of his long-winded stories!
Leads back to cross-examination
Atmey:
It was Mr. Bullard who wrote the blackmail letter and sent it to Ron DeLite.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean this blackmail letter right here?
Judge:
It says, "Bring $50,000"...
Phoenix:
And the handwriting is, without a doubt, the victim's?
Godot:
There's no mistake. We have an official report to prove it.
Judge:
But, I don't see an addressee on this letter anywhere.
Phoenix:
(An addressee...?)
Godot:
The letter was discovered in Ron DeLite's apartment. And Mr. DeLite did show up at the designated place and time. The fact that there is no addressee is irrelevant.
Phoenix:
(I wonder...)
Maya:
What's up, Nick?
Phoenix:
I just had a thought. What if that blackmail letter wasn't meant for Mr. DeLite?
Maya:
Whoa... Do you have any evidence of that?
Phoenix:
(For some reason, I just can't shake the feeling... ...that there's something not quite right about this blackmail letter...)
Atmey:
Well, everyone? Are you quite satisfied?
Present Blackmail Letter
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Mind if I ask you a few questions, Detective Atmey?
Atmey:
Well... If-If it's just a "few", I guess it's alright.
Phoenix:
When you said that this letter was "addressed to Ron DeLite"... ...I couldn't help but notice one major contradiction.
Atmey:
C-Contradiction...?
Godot:
I don't know where a walking contradiction like you gets off saying things like that...
Phoenix:
(You're one to talk!)
Godot:
At times like these, men are made to express themselves with their fists. Why don't you show us what you've got there, junior?
Judge:
Indeed! Time to man up, Mr. Wright. Show us the contradicting evidence in the content of the blackmail letter!
Present Newspaper Clipping
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Take a good look at this newspaper clipping."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Godot:
Ha...! A little two-one punch like that wouldn't even faze me...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I think you mean "one-two" punch..
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Try thinking things through a little more before finding fault with others!
Phoenix:
(Ouch... I sure felt that punch, Your Honor... Anyway... Let's try reading the blackmail letter one more time... There's got to be something off about it somewhere...)
Judge:
Very well then, witness. Please proceed with your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Atmey:
And it was again Mr. Bullard who harbored a grudge against Mr. DeLite for his betrayal!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that!?
Atmey:
Oh my, I was certain you were already aware. ...Zvarri!
Ron:
KB Security has a lot of security info on all sorts of companies... And since I was a security team chief... I stole data from the company.
Atmey:
...Kane Bullard had yet to forgive young Mr. DeLite! Which is why he sent him that letter upon mistakenly believing he was the thief.
Godot:
Here is a file that we discovered in Me. Bullard's office. Evidence that Mr. Bullard was receiving money through blackmail..
Judge:
Hmmm... H-However! Isn't this a bit odd!? Why did the defendant pay Mr. Bullard the money... ...even though he wasn't actually Mask☆DeMasque...?
Atmey:
On that point, there was an unfortunate bit of chance.
Atmey:
Mr. Bullard's mistake is quite excusable. The defendant truly believes he is Mask☆DeMasque.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Um... Do you really think that story is going to hold up?
Atmey:
That assertion is not merely my own, I'm afraid.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Godot:
I have here a memo from Ron DeLite's wife, Desirée DeLite. "Ronnie thinks he's Mask☆DeMasque! Don't you feel sorry for him? Please don't think too badly of him!" Ha...! Well, Mr. Trite?
Phoenix:
Ugh... Was he trying to act like Ms. DeLite just now?
Maya:
I thought he was actually pretty convincing.
Atmey:
That is why Mr. DeLite saw it fit to kill Kane Bullard. Truly a tragedy...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Now that's just your imagination talking!
Atmey:
Come now, Sir Lawyer! I'm afraid "imagination" isn't the right word for it! This is a deduction. The result of carefully applied reasoning...
Judge:
Can we hear that careful reasoning for ourselves?
Atmey:
... It's a long story, and better saved for another time.
Judge:
Hmmm... Very well, another time.
Phoenix:
(Those so called "long stories" aren't usually all that long. At least, not in my experience.)
Maya:
So you're going to try to connect Detective Atmey to Mr. Bullard, right?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, that's right. Hopefully it won't require surgery either...
Maya:
In that case, you'll have to talk about the blackmail...
Phoenix:
That's true. (Was that blackmail letter really intended for Ron?)
Maya:
Since we don't have enough information, you should press him for more testimony!
Phoenix:
(Maybe I'll able to shake some contradictions loose that way!)
Phoenix:
Take a good look at this newspaper clipping. It contains a picture of the "Tear of Emanon", the stolen jewel.
Judge:
Wh-What about it?
Phoenix:
The problem is this jewel's color.
Godot:
Color...? I'm not much for discussing color myself...
Phoenix:
According to the clipping, the color of the stolen jewel was "blue". However, in the blackmail letter, a totally different jewel is mentioned. "I'll take that red diamond you received the other day."
Judge:
R-Red...!?
Phoenix:
Which means! The "red diamond" described in the blackmail letter... ...is not the "Tear of Emanon" that Mask☆DeMasque stole at all!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
And your point is, Mr. Trite!? So you are trying to say that this blackmail letter was intended for someone else. ...That is what you're trying to say!? Right, Trite?
Judge:
That is what you're trying to say!? Right, Mr. Wright?
Maya:
Well? That is what you're trying to say!? Right, Nick!?
Phoenix:
...Yes. This is who Kane Bullard was actually blackmailing!
Present Luke Atmey profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Naturally... It was you, Detective Atmey!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
... I'm impressed, Mr. Wright. That was a first-class joke.
Atmey:
I'm afraid I can only rate it second-class myself.
Godot:
Actually I don't think it had any class at all.
Maya:
I could laugh... if I tried.
Phoenix:
(Thanks everyone, for your undying support... Especially you, Maya. Argh! OK, we've come this far, and I'm definitely not about to let him slide!)
Godot:
Hey... It looks like you've got some life in you yet... 
Leads back to:
"So you are trying to say that this blackmail letter was intended for someone else."
Phoenix:
Naturally... It was you, Detective Atmey!
Atmey:
... Do you have some sort of basis for that claim?
Phoenix:
You have been personally involved in every single Mask☆DeMasque case. And in the last case, you "recovered" what was stolen... ...and received a "jewel"... ...as your reward.
Godot:
A-A jewel...?
Phoenix:
Probably the one wrapped conspicuously around your finger. That red diamond ring!
Atmey:
Unn... Ggg...!
Phoenix:
That is the diamond referred to in the letter! Which means that Kane Bullard wrote that letter in order to blackmail YOU!
Atmey:
Aaaaahhhhh!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Um, um... Order, I say...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
It seems... You've gone too far with your childish pranks, Mr. Trite.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... I don't like the way he said that...)
Godot:
Kane Bullard blackmailing Luke Atmey? Are you for real?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes. I am.
Maya:
Nick! Come on, stand up to him!
Godot:
Then answer me this! The blackmail letter contains the following passage. "If you don't want your identity revealed to the world"...!
Judge:
Yes, it certainly does.
Godot:
Kane Bullard threatened to make Luke Atmey's "identity" public knowledge! An "identity" he wanted to keep a secret. So just what was that identity!?
Phoenix:
(Atmey killed Kane Bullard because he was afraid of his secret becoming known...! What was the "identity" he wanted to keep secret...?)
Maya:
This is what it all comes down to, Nick!
Phoenix:
The "identity" that Luke Atmey wanted to so desperately keep secret was his identity as...
an Ace Detective.
Phoenix:
Luke Atmey... was an Ace Detective!
Atmey:
Thank you for the kind introduction. I am Luke Atmey, Ace Detective. One embodies the nefarious forces of darkness. The other the angelic cherubs of light!
Judge:
...I am completely lost. Someone get me a translator. *ahem* But anyway, everyone already knows you're an Ace Detective!
Maya:
Come on Nick... Are you even trying anymore?
Phoenix:
(Actually, I kind of wonder myself...)
Leads back to:
"Kane Bullard threatened to make Luke Atmey's "identity" public knowledge!"
Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
Luke Atmey... was Mask☆DeMasque! ... Wh-What?
Godot:
That's my line.
Phoenix:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean?
Godot:
...That's my line, too. Listen up, you. This is what you've been saying up to this point in time. "The witness pretended to be Mask☆DeMasque in order to pin the murder on the defendant." In which case! You'll want to insist, up to and beyond the day you die... ...that Ron DeLite was in fact Mask☆DeMasque!
Judge:
I must say, this sudden change of heart doesn't reflect well on you.
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Wasn't Mr. DeLite the one who was actually Mask☆DeMasque?
Phoenix:
Oof... OK, I'll try thinking about this again.
Leads back to:
"Kane Bullard threatened to make Luke Atmey's "identity" public knowledge!"
a blackmailer.
Leads to:
"Luke Atmey... was a blackmailer!"
Phoenix:
Luke Atmey... was a blackmailer!
Atmey:
...!
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Hey now... Isn't that a little different from what you've been saying? You said that Kane Bullard was the one blackmailing Luke Atmey. Are you saying that Atmey was blackmailing someone else on top of that?
Maya:
Ugh... You have to admit, that does sound a little odd...
Phoenix:
It's not odd. ...It's the only thing that makes any sense. Kane Bullard was blackmailing Luke Atmey. But! Ron DeLite was also being blackmailed by a certain someone!
Phoenix:
So did you start to receive blackmail letters starting after this incident...?
Ron:
Yes. Just a few days after the "Tear of Emanon" heist...
Ron:
After that, I started getting the plans in the mail. After that, I received plans from some very kind person! Incredibly detailed plans!
Judge:
"Detailed plans"... In which case, that would mean that Ron DeLite was actually Mask☆DeMasque...
Phoenix:
That is what we are claiming. Someone else came up with the plans, and had Mr. DeLite steal his targets for him. And that someone... was none other than Luke Atmey!
Atmey:
SHHH! SILENCE! ... Hee hee hee hee hee... Now I see. It's all becoming clear.
Phoenix:
Wh-What is?
Atmey:
When you were in grade school, you received the same report card every year. "Careless, with the tendency to jump to conclusions"... Am I wrong?
Phoenix:
H-H-H-How did you...!?
Atmey:
You say that I, Luke Atmey, was blackmailing Ron DeLite...? In which case, I would naturally know all about his relation to Mask☆DeMasque...
Phoenix:
Well, yes.
Atmey:
Ron DeLite started receiving plans from his second crime onward, correct? Which means... I learned of his identity when he committed that first crime.
Judge:
Good point.. You certainly couldn't have blackmailed him otherwise.
Godot:
In that case, let's see some hot, bitter evidence. During the first crime, how did Luke Atmey know that Ron DeLite was Mask☆DeMasque?
Present Newspaper Clipping
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I think I see it..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please don't just throw out any piece of evidence you like.
Godot:
The only thing a man should throw when he's frustrated is a hissy fit.
Phoenix:
(Come on, there's no need to overthink this! How did Luke Atmey find out who Mask☆DeMasque was...? That answer has got to be staring me right in the face!)
Judge:
Hmm... Judging by your expression, it seems you haven't given up.
Leads back to:
"In that case, let's see some hot, bitter evidence."
Phoenix:
I think I see it...
Atmey:
See what...?
Phoenix:
When you were in grade school, you received the same report card every year. "Gets into lots of mischief trying to be the center of attention."
Atmey:
Wh-What do you mean...!?
Phoenix:
...This newspaper clipping. It has a picture of you and Ron DeLite on his guard uniform. It seems that Mask☆DeMasque didn't just disappear into thin air. He just took off his outfit... and hid it in a bucket.
Judge:
That... That sounds far too stupid to be true.
Phoenix:
Correct. With tricks like that he couldn't fool a baby, let alone an Ace Detective. And that's when you figured it out, Mr. Atmey! That's when you learned that under his mask, Mask☆DeMasque was really Ron DeLite!
Atmey:
Ggg... Nnn... Urkk...
What the... Wasn't he supposed to be Mask☆DeMasque...?
Not only that... it looks like he wasn't even an Ace Detective!
I can't believe it. He was just a slimy blackmailer...
What a fraud! Trying to pass himself off as an Ace Detective...
Atmey:
............ Why you! How dare you expose me like that...!
Phoenix:
...
Atmey:
Why I... I mean, I've never blackmailed anyone in my life...! I-I'm a famous and proud Ace Detective, and... and also Mask☆DeMasque! Why can't you understand that!?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid you are neither a proud thief, nor an Ace Detective. You're a blackmailer and a murderer. That is your true identity!
Atmey:
Wh-Wh-Why YOUUUUUU! How dare you even dare toimplythatonesosmartandcapableasIcouldeverfalltosuchlowlydepths! Whynottrydoingsomethingyourselveswiththosebigmouthsofyours! You'reallfools!FoolsI say!Noneofyoucancomparetomygenius... You'realljustjealous! Sogoon!Desecrateme!Commemorateme!ThereisnothingthegreatAceDetectivecannothandle!Blackmail!Murder!Threats!I'llgetawaywithallofit! Aaaah ha ha ha ha ha ha! It's enough to make one laugh...!
Judge:
It would seem we've finally gotten to the real answer.
Maya:
That was... quite a performance by Mr. Atmey...
Judge:
Bailiff! Please prepare a cell for Mr. Atmey...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
The hammer that strikes too fast has no time to aim.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean! I'm already prepared to deliver my sentence...
Godot:
Allow me to say one thing. I... will be the one to judge!
Judge:
...!
Maya:
You don't get much more in your face than that...
Godot:
It appears... that your claws weren't quite sharp enough, Mr. Trite.
Phoenix:
Wh... Where do you...!?
Godot:
It's true that you've proven a lot of things. ...Things like Luke Atmey was a filthy blackmailer. ...And that he wasn't at Lordly Tailor the night of the murder.
Phoenix:
That's right! That's why he's the one who killed Mr. Bull--
Godot:
But... There's still one thing you have yet to prove.
Judge:
What's that...?
Godot:
Just because he wasn't at the warehouse doesn't mean he was at the murder scene. Therefore, if you can't prove that this pitiful excuse for a man was at KB Security... ...then I don't see how a verdict can be delivered!
Phoenix:
No... No waaaaaaaaaay!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! ...Well, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
(Th-This is it... This is the final round...!) I've got to prove that Atmey was at Mr. Bullard's office on that night...
Maya:
B-But...! Can you really prove that?
Godot:
That's long enough. Mr. Trite... I want to hear your answer.
Phoenix:
That night, Luke Atmey was at KB Security, and the defense...
can prove it.
Phoenix:
The defense can prove it! With evidence!
Judge:
Are you sure?
Godot:
Ha...! Don't you worry. I'll watch over you. ...As you break down and fall to pieces.
Judge:
Very well then, let's see this proof! Proof that Luke Atmey was at KB Security that night!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is the proof!
Judge:
It's true... That is very important. However, I'm not so foolish as to think that will pass for evidence here!
Godot:
Mr. Trite... It's time you learned the true flavor of life... The flavor of my special Godot Blend #49!
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
... It's bitter. ...Very bitter.
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Don't give up now!
Phoenix:
(What do I do...!? If I make a mistake here, it's over...)
Prove with evidence
Leads back to:
"The defense can prove it! With evidence!"
Can't prove it
Leads to:
"I... I can't prove it."
can't prove it.
Leads to:
"I... I can't prove it."
Phoenix:
I... I can't prove it.
Judge:
Just as I thought.
Phoenix:
...But! If we hear more of Detective Atmey's testimony...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
Unfortunately... That's as far as you go, Mr. Trite.
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean?
Godot:
I won't allow for any more testimony... That's what I mean.
Phoenix:
What...?
Godot:
Have you forgotten? Luke Atmey is here after we interrupted his own trial. And you have failed to prove that he committed the murder! I think it's time for this witness to return to his own trial... ...and face his guilty verdict as Mask☆DeMasque.
Phoenix:
N-No...
Atmey:
Well now, Sir Lawyer! It seems that love wins out in the end after all! I am the Ace Detective as well as Mask☆DeMasque! My verdict will verify that! Just as Ron DeLite's will verify that he is the true murderer! I declare that with the full force of my Ace Detective-ness!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! That's enough deliberation over this witness!
Phoenix:
(I-I can't believe this...! At this rate, Ron is...)
Maya:
D-Don't give up now, Nick! We still have tomorrow! We can look for more evidence and...
Phoenix:
By then, it'll be too late...
Maya:
Huh? Wh-Why!?
Godot:
"Double Jeopardy"... One of the basic rules of any court of law.
Maya:
"Double Jeopardy"...?
Judge:
"Should a defendant be tried and found innocent in court... That defendant cannot be tried again for the same crime." This is a fundamental rule of all courts. And it applies to this witness as much as it applies to anyone else.
Godot:
Mr. Atmey will be found guilty in a matter of minutes. Guilty as "Mask☆DeMasque". Which means...
Judge:
He will be innocent as far as the murder of Kane Bullard is concerned.
Maya:
No way...
Judge:
The fact that you were unable to prove Mr. Atmey's guilt of that crime here... ...means that he will never again be tried as Kane Bullard's murderer.
Phoenix:
U... Uwaaaaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
(Now there's nothing I can possibly do to win... Even if Ron is proclaimed to be innocent... ...the real killer, Luke Atmey, will go free.)
Judge:
You have cross-examined every statement the witness has made here today. And as long as there is no more testimony... I'm afraid I have to declare that there will be no further questioning of this witness! Are there any objections? Then I hereby end the cross-examination of Luke Atmey!
???:
Objection!
???:
I think... I see it. Your Honor. When you were a child, this is what was on your report card every year. "Has poor hearing, and often makes mistakes as a result."
Judge:
H-H-H-H-How did you...!?
???:
...Phoenix. Raise your head up high. Have you forgotten what I used to tell you? A lawyer is someone who smiles no matter how bad it gets.
Phoenix:
(Th-That voice... No way!)
Mia:
Long time no see, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
M... Mia!
Phoenix:
(This is the true power of the Kurain Channeling Technique... I know that it's really "Maya" who's standing before me... But right now, she's my mentor, Mia Fey.)
Mia:
Now... Let's do this!
Phoenix:
B-But...! There's nothing more we can do, Mia! Without any more testimony, I can't cross-examine...
Mia:
Not yet... The testimony's not over yet.
Phoenix:
Wh... What do you mean?
Mia:
Your Honor! Just now you said something very interesting. "You have cross-examined every statement the witness has made here today."
Judge:
Y-Yes, that's true, but...
Mia:
Unfortunately, Your Honor, you're forgetting something. Earlier, after the last cross-examination... ...this witness made a number of remarks!
Atmey:
Well now, Sir Lawyer! It seems that love wins out in the end after all! I am the Ace Detective as well as Mask☆DeMasque! My verdict will verify that! Just as Ron DeLite's will verify that he is the true murderer! I declare that with the full force of my Ace Detective-ness!
Judge:
Y-Yes, but... These comments appear to have no importance whatso--
Mia:
Very well... Then we shall prove their importance via cross-examination. At any rate! As long as the witness has made these remarks... ...we, the defense, assert our right to question them! Is that alright with you... Prosecutor? 
Godot:
......
Judge:
Is something the matter? Mr. Godot...
Godot:
...! Ah, nothing.
Atmey:
Oh, Sir Lawyer! It looks like you're one step too late! If you think such falsehoods will do anything to me, Luke At--
Godot:
...Let's hear it.
Atmey:
Huh...?
Godot:
It's true that the witness made some "remarks". So then... Let's hear this last bit of cross-examination.
Atmey:
M-Mr. Godot! What are you...?
Judge:
Very well then, Luke Atmey. I'll allow the defense to cross-examine your earlier remarks. 
Mia:
The defense would like to hear why you declare the defendant to be the true murderer.
Judge:
So please, give us one last bit of testimony!
Atmey:
I... Err...
Mia:
Phoenix? This is it. This is our absolute last chance.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Chief!
Witness Testimony
-- The Last Testimony --
Atmey:
Indeed, it is true that I was not at Lordly Tailor.
I had to leave to see about another vitally important job request.
I had known about the date beforehand, so I had this photograph readied.
My brilliant deduction was what informed me that the true culprit was Ron DeLite.
And thanks to the Key Card and Wallet, it was abundantly clear that he was there.
I was also able to make a deduction from the buzzer, which only sounded once.
The button did not have any fingerprints on it... Why?
The victim would have left prints if he sounded it. Which means the killer sounded it.
Mr. DeLite was wearing his Mask☆DeMasque outfit, which is why he left no prints.
And, the blackmail letter? The victim likely just mistook the color of the jewel.
Zvarri! Therefore, all the evidence points to that poor boy!
Phoenix:
(This testimony actually seems to hold up pretty well...)
Judge:
The witness's earlier remarks do not appear to have been hastily prepared. All of his points have been explained, and none of them seem to contradict anything.
Atmey:
...But of course.
Judge:
But... How did you know about the emergency buzzer?
Atmey:
The police investigation documents went directly through me... And I always look over all the documents. It's elementary, Sir Lawyer!
Phoenix:
Grr...
Godot:
Are you going to make even more trouble for us now, Sir Lawyer...?
Judge:
I will not allow any of your usual shenanigans, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
We cannot postpone Luke Atmey's trial any longer. This is... your last chance!
Phoenix:
H-Hang on a sec! Just one chance...!?
Godot:
Ha...! It seems that the party's about to begin.
Mia:
...Well, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
There isn't any evidence that contradicts with that testimony!
Mia:
...So it would seem.
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean, "So it would seem"...?
Mia:
Listen, Phoenix. Pointing out contradictions... ...doesn't always mean you have to present evidence... does it? At any rate, this is our chance. If you can't point out a case-breaking contradiction... ...you lose. That's all there is to it.
Godot:
...Cup number 17. The last cup. It seems like the time has come to put an end to this trial.
Phoenix:
(I have to find a fatal contradiction in this testimony... And... I need to point it out without presenting evidence! Which means all I can do is find the contradictory remark and press it...!)
Mia:
Remember! You only get one chance!
Judge:
Very well then, Mr. Wright. Please begin your final cross-examination!
Cross Examination
-- The Last Testimony --
Atmey:
Indeed, it is true that I was not at Lordly Tailor.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
I had to leave to see about another vitally important job request.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
I had known about the date beforehand, so I had this photograph readied.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
My brilliant deduction was what informed me that the true culprit was Ron DeLite.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
And thanks to the Key Card and Wallet, it was abundantly clear that he was there.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
I was also able to make a deduction from the buzzer, which only sounded once.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
The button did not have any fingerprints on it... Why?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
The victim would have left prints if he sounded it. Which means the killer sounded it.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
Mr. DeLite was wearing his Mask☆DeMasque outfit, which is why he left no prints.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Mr. Atmey. About this last remark..."
Atmey:
And, the blackmail letter? The victim likely just mistook the color of the jewel.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Atmey:
Zvarri! Therefore, all the evidence points to that poor boy!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Godot:
I said this before... There's still one thing you haven't proven. That this scum was in Kane Bullard's office that night... And now... it's time for me to drink my last cup!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will hold you to your end of the bargain.
Infinite penalty
Phoenix:
(This cross-examination is the only chance I have to nail him! Somewhere there's a huge contradiction, and I've got to find it...!)
Mia:
As far as I can see, there is no evidence that contradicts his testimony. All you can do is press him. And you only get one shot.
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. About this last remark...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
...You still don't get it, do you, Trite? This isn't the time to be pressing the witness on every little statement.
Phoenix:
I'm afraid you're the one who still doesn't get it, Mr. Godot. 
Godot:
Wh-What...?
Phoenix:
Mr. Atmey. It seems you have finally admitted... ...that you were in the CEO's office, on the night of the murder.
Atmey:
H-How can you say that!?
Phoenix:
Let's review your testimony, shall we, Mr. Atmey? "The button did not have any fingerprints on it... Why? Mr. DeLite was wearing his Mask☆DeMasque outfit." Is that correct?
Atmey:
I-Indeed! That's what I said! My deductions are absolutely foolproof...
Phoenix:
More like your deductions prove that you're a fool.
Atmey:
...I, I'm sorry. Whatever do you mean?
Godot:
For some reason, I'm starting to get really thirsty...
Phoenix:
When exactly did we learn the fact that... ...Ron DeLite was dressed as Mask☆DeMasque when he went to the scene of the crime?
Judge:
Th-That was... Um...
Godot:
It was... just a few hours ago. Back when my sixth cup was looking at me with a cold stare.
Ron:
Huh? Oh, did I forget to mention it before...? I'm sorry. I just never had a chance to mention it up until now...
Phoenix:
That's right. The defendant had yet to tell anyone else this fact before this morning. Therefore, the only people who should know this are those who have been watching this trial.
Atmey:
Grr... Nrgh...
Phoenix:
Do you understand now, Detective Atmey? There is no way that you should have known about that!
Atmey:
Ah... AAAAYEEEEHHH!!!
Phoenix:
You were in the next courtroom, being tried as Mask☆DeMasque! So then, enlighten us! Just how did you know about that piece of information!?
Atmey:
Urk...! W-Well...
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
C-Come on! This detective must have known about it! He probably had plenty of chances to find out beforehand!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
And it's those "chances" that I want to discuss next! That night, "Mr. DeLite was wearing his Mask☆DeMasque outfit." There is one, and only one way... ...for Detective Atmey to have found that out.
Judge:
Only one...
Godot:
...One way, you say!?
Phoenix:
Please remember, if you will, Mr. DeLite's testimony!
Ron:
When I entered the office, there was a suspicious shadow there...
Phoenix:
For a second, my client witnessed the real killer.
Godot:
Objection!
Godot:
But Mr. DeLite never saw him! There's no way to tell whether or not the "real killer" was Luke Atmey...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
It's with that statement that I'll turn this case on its head!
Godot:
J-Just what are you implying!?
Phoenix:
"Mr. DeLite saw the real killer," correct? Now, if you turn that statement around... ...it stands to follow that the real killer had also "seen" Ron DeLite!
Godot:
I-Impossible...
Phoenix:
Detective Atmey, you saw Mask☆DeMasque at the murder scene that night! You saw him when you killed Kane Bullard and assaulted Ron DeLite! That was the only way you could have known what Ron was wearing!
Atmey:
Hee hee hee ha ha ha Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ho ho ho hee hee hee! Take a good look, everyone! Unable to find a rival worthy of my genius, I was forced to create one by myself! Here I am! The tragic clown...
Judge:
...That's the same line you gave yesterday.
Phoenix:
But... I think there's a little more meaning behind it this time.
Atmey:
Hee hee hee ha ha ha Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ho ho ho hee hee hee!
Judge:
What an awfully complicated incident... Kane Bullard was blackmailing Luke Atmey, who was in turn, blackmailing Ron DeLite. And upon killing his blackmailer, Luke Atmey tried to frame Ron DeLite. He then claimed to be guilty as Mask☆DeMasque in order to escape his true crime...
Phoenix:
And to that end, he came up with this plan... ...to use the "Double Jeopardy" rule when making his alibi.
???:
Umm...
Judge:
At any rate... It would seem we've finally found the truth.
???:
Excuse me...
Judge:
I came perilously close to besmirching the record of an innocent young man... ...Besmirching him with the title of "murderer"!
???:
...Don't ignore meeeeeee!
Judge:
...Oh. I didn't realize you were there.
Phoenix:
(Why wouldn't he be...?)
Ron:
Um... About the verdict...
Judge:
I know. You never committed any murder.
Ron:
That's right! I'm so glad you understand that! But... I, um... I really am Mask☆DeMaaaaasque!!!
Judge:
Huh?
Ron:
So, thanks to that trial yesterday, I'm innocent now, right?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Ron:
What was it you said? "Double Jeopardy"?
Judge:
Now that you mention it...
Godot:
I've been careless.
Phoenix:
(Careless...?) Um, What do you think, Mia?
Mia:
As the defendant says, the rule of "Double Jeopardy" is absolute. A defendant can never be tried twice for a crime in which he was once found innocent.
Phoenix:
Then... Mask☆DeMasque is really innocent?
Mia:
For now... it would seem so.
Phoenix:
(F-For now...)
Judge:
Now then! This court finds the defendant...
Not Guilty
Ron:
Boy, this is really lucky... Wait, err, I... That isn't so good after all. You see the thing is, I still am Mask☆DeMasque after all
October 14, 3:35 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 4
Mia:
You did it, Nick!
Phoenix:
Thanks, Mia! It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Mia:
...Yeah. It's because Maya doesn't call on me much these days.
Phoenix:
Oh?
Mia:
I'm just joking, Phoenix. Don't take everything so seriously. But on the other hand, Maya... She seems kind of lost these days.
Phoenix:
You mean about becoming the Master of the Kurain Channeling School?
Mia:
Becoming the Master... means saying goodbye to our mother.
Phoenix:
You mean Misty Fey...?
Mia:
...Watch over her, will you Phoenix?
Phoenix:
Of course.
Mia:
Well then... See you around.
Phoenix:
(Mia...)
Ron:
Ah! M-Mr. Wright! Um... I, Uh... I don't know what to say.
Phoenix:
Congratulations, Mr. DeLite.
Ron:
Th-Th-Thank you so much! ... Err, no, wait. Nothing really matters anymore though, now that all of this has happened
Maya:
Come on! Just be happy already!
Phoenix:
Maya...
Maya:
You've been cleared of the murder charges and got off as Mask☆DeMasque to boot!
Ron:
But, in exchange... I lost everything.
Maya:
...Huh? What do you mean?
Ron:
Stealing security information from KB Security, becoming Mask☆DeMasque... I did it all for one reason... For her.
Phoenix:
You mean your wife, Desirée?
Ron:
She hates criminals more than anything.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, she was once held hostage by some robbers, wasn't she?)
Ron:
She always said how she hated sneaky criminals... I knew that. I knew that, but... Once I got fired from KB Security and lost all the money I had... ...she wouldn't have any reason to stay with me. I thought, she would leave me for sure.
Phoenix:
So, that's why you became Mask☆DeMasque...?
Ron:
Yes... But, it's all over now... A broken bowl can never be put back together!
Maya:
Th-That's not true! Right, Nick!?
Phoenix:
Right.
Ron:
R-Really!? Can we go back to the way things were!?
Maya:
You'll be fine! And Nick can prove it!
Phoenix:
(I can? I kind of wish you would check with me first...) Mr. DeLite, even if a bowl is broken, there is always a way to put it back together.
Present Sacred Urn
Phoenix:
Take that!
Ron:
The Sacred Urn... Dessie was the one who found this...
Phoenix:
Desirée, your wife... She's always believed in you, Ron. That's why you'll be fine. You don't have to worry about anything.
Desirée:
Ah! There you are!
Phoenix:
M-Ms. DeLite.
Desirée:
You did it, Ronnie! You're innocent! I'm so happy!
Ron:
Th-Thank you. I-I appreciate that... But, um... I-I suppose you don't w-want anything more to do with me, do you...?
Desirée:
Ronnie! Why didn't you talk to me about what was going on!? I had no idea you'd quit KB Security. I never imagined that you were really Mask☆DeMasque either!
Maya:
Ms. DeLite... What are you going to do now that you know? Y-You're not going to really leave him, are you?
Desirée:
Come on, it's obvious, isn't it? How could I ever let a wonderful man like him get away? After all, my bike's really fast. So fast that there's no way he could ever get away!
Phoenix:
Um... But didn't you say that you hated criminals...?
Desirée:
Hm? Oh! I only hate people who act all cowardly and sneaky. Like that detective.
Phoenix:
I see...
Desirée:
My Ronnie went and declared his crimes before he committed them, like a man! I just love a man who's so chivalrous!
Maya:
Chivalrous...?
Desirée:
I knew I was right about you. Every day I spend with you is filled with thrills and excitement!
Ron:
D-Dessie...
Phoenix:
(Desirée... You really do love Ron, don't you...?)
Leads to:
"Nicky boy..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Ron:
... ...Thank you, Mr. Wright. For trying to cheer me up. You don't have to put on a brave face just for me.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Ron:
I think I'm going to go off by myself and think things over for a while.
Maya:
Wait...! Mr. DeLite!
Ron:
Farewell!! Mr. Wright!
Maya:
He's gone...
Phoenix:
(I guess that didn't do much to make him feel any better...)
Desirée:
Hey, Nicky boy!
Phoenix:
M-Ms. DeLite...
Desirée:
I haven't seen Ronnie... Do you know where he is?
Maya:
W-Well...
Desirée:
And here I was all ready to throw him a great big "Not Guilty" party...
Leads to:
"Nicky boy..."
Desirée:
Nicky boy...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Desirée:
I'm really glad I asked you to defend my Ronnie. Thank you so much! I'll never forget what you've done for us.
Phoenix:
Oh, well, um... Take care of yourself.
Desirée:
You too, Nicky boy. ...............
Phoenix:
(*gulp*... I can feel my face going red.)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! Mystic Maya! Congratulations! ... *gasp!*
Phoenix:
(...Talk about bad timing.)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! How could you!? With another man's wife! In front of Mystic Maya! No no no! You've got it all wrong! I'll NEVER forgive you!! Never! Ever!
So just as the case came to a close, so too did my consciousness. Ron said, "a broken bowl can never be put back together." But I know that's not true. I mean, just look. Here's a perfect example of one that was put back together even better than before.
Episode 2: The Stolen
TurnaboutTHE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for mis-interpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Ron DeLite...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately... ...to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
The Story's End
Transcript
Chapter 7
The Story's End
Anime cutscene
Luke:
Where's Espella? Where could she be?
Phoenix:
There's no sign of her at all.
Layton:
This is very strange... I've a feeling we're the only ones around.
Luke:
P-Professor... Look at this!
North Parade Avenue
Luke:
Look! It's a new story!
Layton:
Hmm? That means...that the parade has already taken place...
Luke:
Anyway, let's read it!
The Final Story
At the appointed place of ending, as twilight fades to darkness, the weaver of the Story will meet the Great Witch for the first and final time. The concluding scene will glow in the flames of great magic, as the teller of the Story is silenced forever. This evening, at the final witch trial, the legendary Great Witch will be consumed by her own flames. The town, finally freed from the shackles of the Story and witchcraft, will bathe in the morning light of the new dawning day. The new town will be aglow with freedom from the past and fresh hope for the future.
Layton:
Does this mean what I think it means...?
Phoenix:
N-no way... That can't be!
Maya:
Is this what that Great Witch meant?
Layton:
Whatever the case, let's find Espella before panic spreads throughout the town.
Phoenix:
We should probably split up. If only we had some leads...
Layton:
The "appointed place of ending"... Perhaps this is referring to the town square, at which the parade always ends. ...While the "teller of the Story" can mean none other than Espella's father. As for being "silenced forever"... This is almost certainly an indication that he will lose his life.
Phoenix:
In that case, Professor... the chances of Espella being at the town square are pretty high, right?
Layton:
Indeed, Mr Wright. Let's head to the square and find her!
Last Story Fragment added to Items.
Town Square
Luke:
...! It looks like everyone in the town is here!
Layton:
It would appear that they all wish to see the "Final Story" with their own eyes.
Phoenix:
Professor, about this "Final Story"... Why would the Great Witch Bezella show up tonight, of all nights?
Layton:
I have been wondering the same thing... She has never once shown herself before now. Perhaps the power of the Story is such that even the actions of the Great Witch are subject to its control...
Phoenix:
And one more thing... Why in the world would the Storyteller write his own death into the Story?
Layton:
Indeed... There appear to be quite a few mysteries contained within this "Final Story". Although I suggest we don't dwell on them for the time being.
Phoenix:
I agree. First things first, let's find Espella.
Examine
Cecil or Petal
Petal:
You'd better hide now, 'cause you know you can't win!
Cecil:
Can too! And I won't hide!
Petal:
You'll be crispy bacon in no time! Just accept it!
Cecil:
Will not! You'll see! I WILL become a knight! And if I say I'll protect you, I'll protect you!
Petal:
C'mon, how's a little chicken like you s'posed to protect me from BEZELLA?!
Cecil:
JUUUUUST...WAAAAATCH...MEEEEE...!
Cecil or Petal (subsequent times)
Petal:
I told you, you're wasting your time... Now will you hide already?! Bezella's SO gonna burn you to a crisp!
Cecil:
I won't hide... I can do this! See? I brought a bucket of water with me! I'll throw it over her flames!
Tuggit
Tuggit:
The parade was totally different this time! Inquisitor Darklaw was nowhere to be seen, and Inquisitor Barnham looked so agitated... And not only that, but they said this is going to be the LAST Story! What's to become of us all from here on...?
Tuggit (subsequent times)
Tuggit:
Oh, what will become of us now?!
Carriage
Luke:
Professor, look! That's the Storyteller's carriage! So he's here.
After examining Cecil/Petal and Tuggit:
Maya:
How are we ever going to find Espella with all these people about?
Luke:
Ah! Look over there! It's the Storyteller!
Storyteller:
...And now...the time is upon us... The time of release from the curses of witchcraft and the Story. The legendary Bezella will appear before us, and the Story of the longest night will begin. Prepare yourselves for the dramatic climax!
But that means we'll lose our Storyteller!
But why will he be sacrificed...?
Storyteller:
There is no reason for sorrow. My Stories are no more than a peek at the caprice and irony of unfolding fate. We are all being carried along on the vast and irresistible sea of chance. I am no more than one person in the sea of people who are here tonight. ...No more...and no less.
Oh! Storyteller!
Storyteller, don't stop writing our Story!
Phoenix:
This isn't good...it's getting dark already. Remember what the Story said...
Layton:
"At the appointed place of ending, as twilight fades to darkness..."
Phoenix:
And we still haven't found Espella yet...
H-hey... Look at that!
Phoenix:
Hmm...?
Someone's at the top of the tower!
Phoenix:
What? At the top of the tower...?
Maya:
Look, Nick! Someone's definitely up there...
Anime cutscene
Storyteller:
Look, everyone! The Great Witch Bezella has finally appeared. The time has arrived... This Story will come to an end.
Man:
That must be her... Can it really be...?
Woman:
The Great Witch Bezella!
Storyteller:
Here and now, my life will surely come to an end. The Great Witch Bezella will be apprehended... and true peace will come to this town.
"Bezella":
Granwyrm!
Maya:
No, Luke!
Luke:
But...but...
Layton:
Mr Wright, there! Follow me!
Maya:
Espella...
Inside the Bell Tower
Vigilante:
So you WERE the Great Witch Bezella after all... A truly terrifying witch who would even attack her own father.
Vigilante:
Get up! Get up and stand before us! Great Witch Bezella!
Phoenix:
Espella!
Maya:
It can't be...Espella... There's no way...
Layton:
Espella, are you all right? ...Espella?
Espella:
............
Phoenix:
Are you okay, Espella?
Layton:
She seems to be wide awake... But she's not responding.
Maya:
I don't get it... What happened here?
Eve:
...Meow...
Maya:
Ah!
Luke:
Hey, it's Eve! Eve, were you with Espella the whole time? Can you tell me what happened here?
Eve:
............
Phoenix:
What did she say, Luke?
Luke:
Nothing...she didn't tell me a thing.
Vigilante:
Will you people keep your distance! I can't have you getting close to the Great Witch Bezella! Until the commencement of the final trial, this girl is to be handed over to the Knights of the Inquisition. Take her away!
Vigilante:
Sir!
Maya:
Hey! Don't you DARE lay a finger on her!
Vigilante:
Surely you must have seen her just now! Tell me, did she or did she not just summon a great big fire dragon?!
Maya:
But...you still can't say for sure that Espella is a witch!
Luke:
That's right! Someone might've knocked her out and brought her here against her will!
Vigilante:
...Hm?! That's ridiculous. We Vigilantes were the first ones at this tower. And when we arrived, this girl was the only person present! Any one of us would swear to it on their honour as a knight.
Layton:
Things are not always as they might appear. You have yet to investigate the scene of the incident, have you not?
Vigilante:
There's no need! It's obvious beyond a shadow of a doubt what has transpired here. Oi, get a move on! Take that girl away before she regains consciousness!
Vigilante:
But, sir...there seems to be some kind of commotion downstairs...'
Vigilante:
What?!
???:
You take your hands off that young girl! I'm family!
Vigilante:
H-hey, you... Cease! ...?!
Patty:
You lot just keep your grubby meathooks off my little Espella!
Maya:
Ah! B-boss...
Patty:
Maya! Phoenix!
Vigilante:
Who let this woman up here? Remove her immediately!
Vigilante:
...Sir!
Patty:
Don't you lay a hand on me! Take that!
Vigilante:
*cough* *cough* What is that...*splutter*...white powder?!
Patty:
That's my very finest white flour! Be thankful of that, you whippersnapper.
Vigilante:
Why you...you impudent...bread-brained baker!
Patty:
Go ahead and draw that sword at your own risk, sonny! I'll show you a thing or two. The rolling pin is mightier than the sword!
Maya:
Don't you have anything better to do than intimidate defenceless women? You...dork in a tin can!
Vigilante:
Wh-what is it with you people...?
Layton:
I understand how you two feel, but may I ask you both to calm down a little?
Maya:
P-Professor!
Layton:
We are the only ones who can discover the truth and save Espella.
Phoenix:
The professor's right. We have to keep our cool and carefully plan our next move.
Patty:
I know, Phoenix. And to think...the Phoenix I once knew could barely even plan his next loaf of bread.
Layton:
If you'll excuse us, we must be on our way.
Vigilante:
...Hm?! Now why couldn't you just leave peacefully in the first place?
Patty:
Espella! Espella! I still believe in you, my dear girl.
Vigilante:
Take the girl away! ...That means now!
Vigilante:
I'm afraid, sir...that won't exactly...be completely possible at the present time, sir!
Vigilante:
What now?!
Vigilante:
A moment ago, that new recruit got carried away and locked the entrance. Currently no one is able to leave the tower...sir.
Vigilante:
Wh-what did you say?! That idiot of a new recruit did WHAT?! We've been ordered to take this girl to the interrogation room as soon as possible! The trial of the Great Witch is tonight! The appropriate arrangements are already under way in the square. We don't have time for this!
Vigilante:
S-sorry, sir! I'll go and hang that new recruit up by his heels!
Vigilante:
Pssh... We're leaving now and that's that! Bring that witch here to me!
Maya:
Looks like they took Espella away with them...
Luke:
That made my blood boil! Having to just stand here and watch her get dragged away like that...
Layton:
We must bide our time, Luke. Don't worry, the time for action will come.
Phoenix:
Although, at present...this place is still in complete turmoil.
Luke:
Look, there are Vigilantes and knights running all over the place!
Maya:
That oversized rust bucket said the trial will be held tonight, didn't he?
Layton:
Indeed, that would seem to be the case... According to the Storyteller's Story, at least.
Phoenix:
(Honestly, though... who knows what will happen this time?)
NEW MYSTERY
The Great Witch Bezella
The Great Witch Bezella used a spell to call forth a fire dragon which then took the Storyteller's life. Could it be that Espella really is the Great Witch Bezella?
Everyone in the square witnessed Espella summon the fire dragon, but we will not be so easily convinced of her guilt.
Bell Tower Area
Barnham:
I simply...cannot comprehend it. Storyteller... Can this really be a suitable ending to the Story you have written? As a father, how can you possibly subject your own daughter to a fate such as this?!
Knight:
Inquisitor Barnham! We have the Great Witch in custody!
Barnham:
Hmm...you took your time, did you not? How long is it now since the incident?
Knight:
Yes, sir, sorry, sir! It look longer than expected on account of those incompetent Vigilantes. They've only just handed her over to us.
Barnham:
Your excuses do not interest me. You do realise that according to the Story, the trial of the Great Witch must convene this evening, do you not?
Knight:
Yes, sir! Arrangements for the setting up of the special outside court have commenced.
Barnham:
I wanted to gain as much information as possible before the proceedings begin. There is little time left, so get going!
Knight:
Y-yes, sir! You heard the inquisitor, witch! Get moving!
Barnham:
...Stop! Do not treat the accused like that.
Knight:
Yes, sir! Sorry, sir! But, sir, this girl's accused of...
Barnham:
I know very well what she is accused of... But for the time being, that is precisely what she is: "accused". Not "guilty".
Knight:
I-Inquisitor Barnham...
Barnham:
This girl is not a witch until she has been pronounced guilty. Treat her with respect... That is an order!
Knight:
Y-yes, sir!
Barnham:
Espella Cantabella... I would like to hear the truth from you.
Espella:
............
Barnham:
Are you really...the Great Witch Bezella?
Espella:
...I...I'm...
Barnham:
............ Go and prepare for questioning. ...I shall be along shortly!
???:
...That won't be necessary.
Barnham:
I-Inquisitor Darklaw! What... What did you just say?
Darklaw:
I said, that will not be necessary. You see, this evening...you will not be the one standing in court.
Barnham:
Wh-what is the meaning of this?! Who, then? Who will stand in court?
Darklaw:
For the trial of the Great Witch Bezella, surely it is only fitting that the High Inquisitor herself prosecute.
Barnham:
Y-you're not saying...
Darklaw:
I'm saying that I will be filling the role of inquisitor in tonight's trial. Is that understood, Barnham?
Barnham:
High Inquisitor... Just what are you planning?
Darklaw:
...I'm not sure I quite follow. What are you implying?
Barnham:
I followed after you...and my pursuit led me into a mysterious forest. Upon doing so, I witnessed a most unusual scene... Several mysterious robed figures surrounding a character whom they referred to as the "Great Witch". The "Great Witch" hiding behind that masked exterior...was none other than you, High Inquisitor Darklaw!
Darklaw:
My, my, Inquisitor. How very...interesting. And where, may I ask, is your proof of this?
Barnham:
P-proof?! Well...
Darklaw:
Did you not even remove the mask to confirm the identity of that person?
Barnham:
............
Darklaw:
Well...?
Barnham:
I was unable to confirm anything. Thanks to her use of witchcraft, I was robbed of consciousness.
Darklaw:
Is that so...? In that case, Barnham, I'm afraid... I will have to treat what you have just said as treason.
Barnham:
...!
Darklaw:
And treason against the High Inquisitor means treason against the Storyteller. You there!
Knight:
Y-yes, Milady!
Darklaw:
Escort Zacharias Barnham to the dungeon for his crime of treason.
Knight:
Yes, Mi... MILADY?!
Darklaw:
On second thought...he may prove a handful for the likes of you men alone. I shall come along and assist your escort. Now, ready the horses.
Knight:
Yes, sir! I mean, Milady!
Darklaw:
Wait right here, Barnham. We're taking you into immediate custody.
Barnham:
...! I do not believe it... I will not believe it... I cannot believe that Espella Cantabella... is the Great Witch Bezella. Blast! Of all the times...
Knight:
Inquisitor Barnham... Please know that it pains me to restrain the great defender of Labyrinthia...
Barnham:
...There is no need to apologise. I am aware that you are only doing your duty.
Knight:
B-but, sir...
Constantine:
Woof, woof, ruff!
Barnham:
Constantine! What are you doing here, boy?
Constantine:
Woof! Woof, ruff, ruff!
Barnham:
............ My faithful companion, Constantine. I'm sorry to say...it appears that your master has reached the end of his career.
Constantine:
Woof! Ruff, ruff!
Barnham:
A great task has befallen me, but now I shall be unable to complete it. It's such a pity...
Constantine:
Woof, woof! Ruff! Woof, woof!
Darklaw:
Ugh...this is pitiful... The once-great Inquisitor Barnham... conveying words of remorse to his faithful dog...
Barnham:
...!
Darklaw:
And what, may I ask, was this "great task" of which you spoke?
Barnham:
That's simple...to find the truth.
Darklaw:
The "truth"...?
Barnham:
Until I met Sir Blue Knight and Sir Dark Hat, the question hadn't occurred to me. Is Espella Cantabella really the Great Witch Bezella? Why would the Storyteller write a Story in which his own daughter is executed? I, Zacharias Barnham, as a defender of this town, must know the truth behind this!
Darklaw:
............ I'll tell you one thing, Inquisitor Barnham. I'll tell you why you were unable to find the truth.
Barnham:
What is the reason?
Darklaw:
There is one thing which, despite your great ability, you lack.
Barnham:
Something I lack...?
Darklaw:
What you lack is...resolve.
Barnham:
...What do you mean?
Darklaw:
In order to find out the truth, you went to great lengths in following me to the woods. I don't reproach you for that. You felt it was your duty as a knight. But that's also the problem, Inquisitor. Why could you not go to such lengths when it came to doubting the Storyteller himself?
Barnham:
That...that's crazy! It's not right for a knight to question the integrity of his lord and master!
Darklaw:
And so you failed. Your knightly pride was your critical flaw.
Barnham:
Huh...? Critical flaw?
Darklaw:
That tower... the one in which the Storyteller lives... Perhaps the truth you were seeking could have been found in the small room at the very top of that tower.
Barnham:
What...what are you saying...?!
Constantine:
Woof!
Darklaw:
In any case...at this stage of the game, it's too late to do anything. So I suggest you assign your unfinished task to that faithful dog of yours...
Barnham:
Arrgh...
Darklaw:
Very well then, Zacharias Barnham, it's time to go. From this evening you'll be spending your time in a damp, dark place...deep underground. It might be a good opportunity for you to cool that hot head of yours.
Constantine:
...Ruff! Ruff, ruff, woof!
Town Square
Maya:
Phew... We finally made it out of that tower.
Luke:
I second that feeling. For a moment there, I wondered if we'd make it out safely...
Phoenix:
There's probably not much time until Espella's trial begins. I say we look around for clues, so we at least have something to go on.
Layton:
Indeed, that sounds like a wise suggestion. However, if it's all right with you, I'd like you to take charge of this particular investigation, Mr Wright.
Phoenix:
S-sure, no problem. But...what about you, Professor?
Layton:
Me? Why, there is a place of particular interest that I would like to investigate.
Maya:
A place you'd like to investigate? Where's that, Professor?
Constantine:
Ruff! Woof, woof!
Luke:
Ah! Constantine!
Phoenix:
Wh-whoa! Where the heck did he come from?!
Constantine:
Woof! Ruff, ruff, woof!
Layton:
Constantine looks rather worked up... Could something be the matter with him?
Luke:
I don't know... I'll ask him and see.
Layton:
Ah, good idea, Luke.
Constantine:
Ruff...ruff! Woof!
Luke:
Hmm...hmm...
Constantine:
Woof! Woof! Ruff, ruff!
Luke:
Eh?! No, surely not...
Layton:
What is it, my boy? You look like you've just seen a ghost!
Maya:
What did the little guy say?
Luke:
He... He said...his master... Inquisitor Barnham has been relieved of his duties!
Phoenix:
You mean...Inquisitor Barnham is no longer "Inquisitor" Barnham...? But why?!
Constantine:
Ruff, woof...ruff, woof, woof!
Luke:
Apparently, he's been branded a traitor for treason against the Storyteller.
Phoenix:
Barnham...a traitor?
Layton:
How very peculiar... This has all happened rather too hastily for my liking.
Phoenix:
If that's true...then who's going to take his place as prosecutor in the trial this evening?
Luke:
Well, according to Constantine... that will be High Inquisitor Darklaw herself!
Maya:
High Inquisitor Darklaw...
Layton:
...It would appear this incident has taken a further turn for the dramatic. We would be wise to attend to our respective investigations without further delay.
Luke:
Just a moment, Professor! It seems Constantine wants to tell us something else...
Layton:
I'd be very interested to hear anything you wish to add, Constantine.
Constantine:
Woof! Woof! Ruff, ruff!
Luke:
It appears he'd like to show us the way.
Maya:
Show us the way? Show us the way to where?
Luke:
He, uh...wants to show us the way to... the Storyteller's Tower.
Phoenix:
The Storyteller's Tower...? Why there?
Luke:
According to Constantine... There should be a vital clue up there.
Phoenix:
A vital clue?!
Layton:
Ho ho! This is most fortuitous.
Maya:
Huh?!
Phoenix:
P-Professor...?
Layton:
It just so happens that when I said there was a place I wished to investigate... that tower is precisely where I meant.
Phoenix:
...! No kidding...
Layton:
For the time being, everyone's attention is focused on the town square. So perhaps it might just be possible to enter that tower while it's not being quite so heavily guarded. At least, I presume that may be the case.
Phoenix:
You may have just found a chink in their armour, Professor.
Maya:
Isn't that tower where Espella used to live when she was a kid? Hmm... What kind of clue do you think could be hiding up there?
Phoenix:
Maybe the clue lies in Espella's past...
Constantine:
Ruff! Ruff! Woof, woof!
Luke:
Constantine says he knows a shortcut... He can lead us straight to the Storyteller's Tower. "Follow me, Sir Top Hat"...he said!
Layton:
Mr Wright, I suggest we split up into two groups.
Phoenix:
Okay, Professor. Be careful up there!
Layton:
Don't worry, I shall be sure to return... armed with that vital clue!
Phoenix:
We'll be waiting for you! ...In the meantime, we'll make sure we're armed and ready for the trial.
Layton:
Mr Wright... Within the Final Story was written the following: "The town, finally freed from the shackles of the Story and witchcraft, will bathe in the morning light of the new dawning day. The new town will be aglow with freedom from the past and fresh hope for the future." If this Story is to have the finale that has been promised... Espella, too, will bathe in the morning light of that new dawning day.
Phoenix:
I'm with you on that, Professor. Let's work together to make it happen!
Layton:
Farewell for now, Mr Wright. Come on, Luke.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor! Come on, Constantine, show us the way!
Constantine:
...Woof, woof!
Phoenix:
All right. Let's start by investigating the scene of the crime. We've only got a few hours until the trial starts. That doesn't give us much time... Let's go, Maya!
Maya:
Right!
Phoenix:
I'm sure the professor will bring us back something we can work with. Let's be sure to hold up our end of the bargain.
Maya:
You got it, Nick! ............
Phoenix:
What is it, Maya?
Maya:
It's Espella... Her eyes are all funny again, like last time...
Phoenix:
Like last time...?
Maya:
Yeah, like they were back in London. I mean, it's like she's completely spaced out again.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Now that you mention it... (...It was almost like she was being controlled by some kind of drug or magic back then.)
Maya:
Nuh-uh, no way! This is just downright DISGUSTING! We can't let them get away with this!
Phoenix:
Yeah. We're definitely on the same page there, Maya. C'mon, let's get started.
Maya:
You said it! I'm as serious as a heart attack, Nick!
A new destination has been added to the map: Bell Tower Area.
Bell Tower Area
Maya:
Figures, there's still a ton of people around.
Phoenix:
Well, considering what happened, I guess it's only natural. There seem to be fewer knights, though...
Maya:
Nick! Look out!
Vigilante:
Make way...make way!
Phoenix:
Argh! Ouuuuuch!
Vigilante:
You wimp! How could you be sent flying by a little bump like that?
Phoenix:
Oh, um...excuse me... (So he knocks me over and I get yelled at? Yeah, that's fair...)
Maya:
I've gotta say, Nick, I think you just set a new record...for the most super-dramatic fall ever!
Phoenix:
Oh, come on, Maya. What do you expect when someone in a METAL suit bumps into someone in a CLOTH suit?
Vigilante:
What are you two doing here, anyway? This area is supposed to be off limits to the likes of you.
Maya:
We, um... Well, y'see, we're the ones defending Espella Cantabella.
Vigilante:
Oh ho ho! Then you must be the "Sir Blue Knight" that all the town is talking about!
Maya:
He sure is! Bluest knight in all the land!
Phoenix:
...That's right. I'm the Blue Knight.
Vigilante:
Hmm...you look a little GREEN for a knight, if you ask me.
Phoenix:
Um...thanks?
Vigilante:
Well, feel free to investigate the area. Over in the square they're setting up the special outside court to be used in the upcoming trial. We Vigilantes are spread thin guarding here, so do your best to keep out of our way!
Maya:
Well, there he goes. Y'know, Nick...you're becoming quite the celebrity around here.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure celebrity is quite the right word. ...Hmm?
Maya:
What's up, Nick?
Phoenix:
It looks like the Vigilante that ran into me just dropped something.
Maya:
What is that?
Phoenix:
It looks like some kind of patrol record for the guards.
Maya:
...Patrol record?
Phoenix:
Judging by what's written here, it looks like they've been taking turns guarding this bell tower 24/7.
Maya:
You mean they've been guarding it around the clock? Why would they do that?
Phoenix:
Beats me. But the important thing here... is the fact that it was under close guard at the time the incident took place.
Maya:
Oh, right... So I guess it would've been impossible to just stroll in through the front door, huh?
Phoenix:
Exactly. (Anyway, it might be a good idea to hold on to this for now...)
Maya:
So anyway, where were we? ...Oh, right! Off to see the crime scene!
Phoenix:
Better have a look before another "dork in a tin can" shows up.
Vigilantes' Records added to Items.
Inside the Bell Tower
Phoenix:
It looks like they've left the crime scene completely untouched.
Maya:
Yeah...even that flour the boss threw at them is still all over the place.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I still can't believe she took on a bunch of fully armed Vigilantes...
Maya:
With only a bag of white flour and a rolling pin, too!
Phoenix:
Just goes to show how much Patty cares for Espella, huh...
Maya:
Of course she does! After all, Espella's like family. That's another reason we just HAVE to rescue Espella, Nick!
Phoenix:
That's right.
Maya:
Then what are we waiting for? Let's bust out that magnifying glass and get this search on the road!
Examine
Panels on left pillar (first time, before examining sparkling object on ground)
Phoenix:
What's this...a control panel? I wonder what it's for...
Maya:
Hmm... If it's a control panel, shouldn't there be a button or a lever or something? Wait a sec...what's that? There seems to be some kind of recess here. Looks like something fits inside it.
Phoenix:
Hey...nice catch, Maya! (That recess... I've seen something shaped like that before.)
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
Oh, it's nothing... Let's keep looking around.
Panels on left pillar (first time, after examining sparkling object on ground)
Phoenix:
What's this...a control panel? I wonder what it's for...
Maya:
Hmm... If it's a control panel, shouldn't there be a lever or button or something? Wait a sec...what's that? There seems to be some kind of recess here. Looks like something fits inside of it.
Phoenix:
Hey...nice catch, Maya! (That recess... I've seen something shaped like that before.)
Maya:
Ah! This shape... It's...Espella's pendant!
Phoenix:
You're right...it IS Espella's pendant! (I knew I'd seen that shape before!) But, why? Why would her pendant fit inside this recess?
Maya:
Don't ask me! Spirit channelling, supernatural possession... those are things I know, Nick... Well, seeing as we don't know, there's only one way to find out! Let's slot it in there and see what happens!
Phoenix:
Okay, calm down... (I guess there's no harm in trying.)
???:
Vigilante:
Hold it right there! ...Sir Suspicious Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Wh-who me?
Vigilante:
Yes, you! What exactly are you up to?!
Maya:
Um... W-we're just...y'know, carrying out our own investigation...
Vigilante:
BAH! You can't fool me! That thing you just picked up... The thing that, even as we speak, you are attempting to conceal in your pocket. What is it?!
Phoenix:
Oh...you mean this little thing? It's, uh... Well, I guess you'd call it... a pendant.
Maya:
It's, um...absolutely nothing to do with that whole crazy incident just now! I swear Nick's attorney's badge on it!
Vigilante:
...Enough! I saw it! ALL of it! Every single move... From beginning to end...including just now! That right there is the one piece of evidence I was looking forward to coming back and picking up myself!
Vigilante:
I saw it too!
Vigilante:
Me three!
Vigilante:
Me four!
Vigilante:
...Now then, hand over that important piece of evidence...NOW!
Phoenix:
...Uuuuugh, shoot!
Maya:
Nooooo! Espella's pendant...
Phoenix:
(Snatched away from us, just like that...)
Vigilante:
I must report this to the High Inquisitor immediately!
Vigilante:
Me too! I'll accompany you, Chief!
Vigilante:
Me three!
Vigilante:
Me four!
Maya:
There they go with Espella's pendant... And I was totally planning on giving it back to her the next time I saw her... But more than that... I soooo wanted to try fitting the pendant into that recess in the panel!
Phoenix:
(What now...? No way is that panel just there for decoration... I'd better add it to my items, for future reference.)
Contraption added to Items.
Panels on left pillar (subsequent times, after examining sparkling object on ground)
Phoenix:
The recess in this panel... it's the same shape as Espella's pendant.
Maya:
Ah...so it is!
Phoenix:
But, why? Why would her pendant fit into this recess?
Maya:
Don't ask me! Spirit channelling, supernatural possession... those are things I know, Nick... Well, seeing as we don't know, there's only one way to find out! Let's slot it in there and see what happens!
Phoenix:
Okay, calm down... (I guess there's no harm in trying.)
???:
Vigilante:
Hold it right there! ...Sir Suspicious Blue Knight.
Phoenix:
Wh-who me?
Vigilante:
Yes, you! What exactly are you up to?!
Maya:
Um... W-we're just...y'know, carrying out our own investigation...
Vigilante:
BAH! You can't fool me! That thing you just picked up... The thing that, even as we speak, you are attempting to conceal in your pocket. What is it?!
Phoenix:
Oh...you mean this little thing? It's, uh... Well, I guess you'd call it... a pendant.
Maya:
It's, um...absolutely nothing to do with that whole crazy incident just now! I swear Nick's attorney's badge on it!
Vigilante:
...Enough! I saw it! ALL of it! Every single move... From beginning to end...including just now! That right there is the one piece of evidence I was looking forward to coming back and picking up myself!
Vigilante:
I saw it too!
Vigilante:
Me three!
Vigilante:
Me four!
Vigilante:
...Now then, hand over that important piece of evidence...NOW!
Phoenix:
...Uuuuugh, shoot!
Maya:
Nooooo! Espella's pendant...
Phoenix:
(Snatched away from us, just like that...)
Vigilante:
I must report this to the High Inquisitor immediately!
Vigilante:
Me too! I'll accompany you, Chief!
Vigilante:
Me three!
Vigilante:
Me four!
Maya:
There they go with Espella's pendant... And I was totally planning on giving it back to her the next time I saw her... But more than that... I soooo wanted to try fitting the pendant into that recess in the panel!
Phoenix:
(What now...? No way is that panel just there for decoration... I'd better add it to my items, for future reference.)
Contraption added to Items.
Panels on left pillar (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
I wonder what this panel does... I bet it controls something.
Maya:
I really wanna know what this recess is for!
Phoenix:
(It's exactly the same shape as Espella's pendant... I bet there's a reason.)
Maya:
Hey, Nick! How about we steal it back from those Vigilantes?
Phoenix:
No, Maya... I don't think we want to go getting into any more trouble than we are in already.
Robe
Maya:
Hmm... I wonder what this is...
Phoenix:
Looks like a robe to me.
Maya:
A robe...? Say, this reminds me of the robes those weirdos in the Eldwitch Woods were wearing. C'mon, Nick! Try it on, try it on!
Phoenix:
You've got to be kidding! This thing's drenched from all the rain. And besides...it's covered in that flour Patty threw all over the place.
Maya:
Yeah...I guess you're right. It does look pretty beat up, huh...
Phoenix:
(And that flour's not coming off easily... it's all stuck to the wet robe.)
Maya:
You know...I can't put my finger on it, but there's something weird about this robe.
Phoenix:
...Weird?
Maya:
Remember when we first arrived here... I could swear there was nothing like this lying around, was there?
Phoenix:
Hmm...I'm not really sure. (...But I sure don't recall seeing it.) This robe's pretty big. It looks like it would fit someone my size.
Maya:
I guess that means it can't be Espella's, since she's small and aerodynamically built, like yours truly.
Phoenix:
Anyway...it may provide a useful clue. Let's make a record of it for now.
Maya:
Hey, get that soggy thing away from me!
Phoenix:
(Oh, boy...)
Flour-Covered Robe added to Items.
Sparkling object on ground (before examining panels on left pillar)
Phoenix:
Look at this...it's a pendant. (The leather strap seems to have broken.)
Maya:
Wait, I know this! This is... It's... Espella's pendant!
Phoenix:
...! I knew I'd seen it somewhere before.
Maya:
Anyway, we should pick it up before one of those dorks sees it! Come on, Nick...quickly! Just pop it in your pocket!
Phoenix:
Okay, okay... I'm on it already...
Pendant added to Items.
Sparkling object on ground (after examining panels on left pillar)
Phoenix:
Look at this...it's a pendant. (The leather strap seems to have broken.)
Maya:
Wait, I know this! This is... It's... Espella's pendant!
Phoenix:
...! I knew I'd seen it somewhere before.
Maya:
Anyway, we should pick it up before one of those dorks sees it! Come on, Nick...quickly! Just pop it in your pocket!
Phoenix:
Okay, okay... I'm on it already... Hey... Hold on a sec, Maya...
Maya:
Huh? What's up, Nick?
Phoenix:
There's something about the shape of this pendant...
Maya:
Something about its shape...?
Phoenix:
(I've seen this shape somewhere recently...)
Maya:
Hmm... Well...if you say so, Nick! Let's shape up and take another look around. If we're lucky...there might just be some amazing clue waiting to be found!
Phoenix:
Yeah...I guess there might! (Let's take another look at that recess...)
Pendant added to Items.
Empty sack
Phoenix:
Here's the bag of flour Mrs Eclaire used to hit those knights. Looks like it's still all over the place.
Maya:
Boy, the boss sure is something, huh, Nick? Now THAT'S the power of love!
Phoenix:
The bag of flour was brought here after the parade, so it won't really be of any use as evidence.
Rectangular object leaning on right pillar
Phoenix:
Hey...this looks like a floor plan of the tower.
Maya:
Hey, you're right! But I don't remember seeing it here before...
Phoenix:
I guess the Vigilantes must have been using it for their investigation and left it behind when they hurried off.
Maya:
According to this floor plan...there's a bell on the floor above this one.
Phoenix:
Well, it is a bell tower... It'd be kind of strange if there was no bell.
Maya:
Yeah, but... there's no sign of any ladder leading up to the next level.
Phoenix:
Or even a stepladder... (Does that mean the bell can't be rung?)
Maya:
Anyway, Nick...this floor plan could be useful. Hurry up and stash it in your pocket!
Phoenix:
Maya... I hate to think what you have stashed away in that spirit medium's outfit.
Maya:
It's called being decisive, Nick! C'mon! We're doing this for Espella, remember?!
Phoenix:
(Well, yeah...I hadn't exactly forgotten.)
Bell Tower Plan added to Items.
After examining sparkling object on ground then panels on left pillar, robe, and rectangular object leaning on right pillar:
???:
...Attention, everyone...
Vigilante:
The preparations of this evening's special outside courtroom have now been completed! Summon the High Inquisitor! ...It is time we prepared for the trial! Each and every citizen shall no doubt wish to bear witness to this evening's trial. Overcrowding is to be anticipated. All officers to their stations! Let's help this final court session find a proud place within Labyrinthia's history!
Maya:
Nick!
Phoenix:
Looks like we're out of time, Maya. I guess that's the end of this investigation.
Maya:
You think we'll be all right? We didn't really have time to finish...
Phoenix:
We did what we could in the time we had. Let's go... I have a feeling Espella's going to be moved to the defendant's waiting room soon.
Maya:
............ You know, Nick...
Phoenix:
...Hm? What?
Maya:
I've been thinking... It's no accident that you and I found ourselves in Labyrinthia.
Phoenix:
Maya...
Maya:
The reason we're here...is for the trial tonight.
Phoenix:
............ I know what you mean... I think so too. And I'm sure Professor Layton and Luke feel the same way. I just know they'll bring back a clue or two to save Espella.
Maya:
Yeah...you're right!
Phoenix:
That means we've got to give this trial everything we've got, Maya!
Maya:
Okay, Nick! Let's do this thing!
Phoenix:
You bet! We'll do what we do best. We'll fight to the very end...for Espella!
To Be Continued...
Guarded Gate
Luke:
Professor...
Layton:
What is it, my boy?
Luke:
What do you think about what happened tonight?
Layton:
Hmm... On the surface, it certainly did appear that the Storyteller's assailant... could be none other than Espella.
Luke:
But...surely not!
Layton:
However, even if it did seem that way, that does not necessarily make it the truth. And if it transpires that Espella is in fact innocent, then there must be some form of contradiction or proof to support as much.
Luke:
............ Yes, you're right! I'll bet Mr Wright won't miss even the slightest shred of evidence.
Layton:
Mr Wright and Maya are investigating the scene of the crime as we speak... We, meanwhile, must search for something to prove Espella's innocence. In doing so, the truth should become evident as a matter of course.
Luke:
I see! In the time that I've spent with Espella, I've never once doubted her character... There's just no way she could do anything as terrible as what happened in that square. I believe in her, Professor.
Layton:
I know you do, Luke. We are Espella's friends...and as such, we must believe in her.
Luke:
Too right!
Layton:
First, let's make our way through the gate.
Luke:
Uh-oh! The door's still locked! And there are no knights here to open it.
Constantine:
Woof! Woof! Ruff!
Luke:
What's the matter, Constantine?
Constantine:
Ruff, ruff, ruff...woof!
Luke:
That's great, thanks! He says there's another way in, which only the knights know about!
Layton:
That's a relief... Could you show us the way, Constantine?
Constantine:
Woof!
Examine
Ridelle Mystere
Ridelle:
Good evening, Mr Layton. It's been a while since we last met.
Layton:
Yes, indeed, Miss Mystere. But I must say, I'm surprised to be meeting you at a place like this.
Ridelle:
After seeing the Storyteller's parade earlier, I've been unable to simply sit still in the library. But at the same time, wandering around aimlessly doesn't solve anything either. Then again, meeting you like this, Professor, has given some meaning to my wandering. If you'd like to try your hand at any unsolved puzzles or puzzles that you didn't manage to encounter... I will happily show you them now. How about trying a puzzle or two? Solving puzzles can help relieve stress, especially in difficult times such as these.
Leads to puzzle archival
Ridelle Mystere (subsequent times)
Ridelle:
How about trying a puzzle or two? Solving puzzles can help relieve stress, especially in difficult times such as these.
Leads to puzzle archival
Left side of moat
Luke:
It's dark over there, so I can't see what's in the water.
Layton:
Luke, this is not the best moment to be looking for fish in the moat. We must go.
Gate
Layton:
Thankfully, the helpful dog showed us another way in.
Luke:
No one's here. Not even anyone to open the gate.
Castle wall
Luke:
Professor, that's our chance to sneak in! The guards seem to be gone!
Layton:
Without the Storyteller to protect, they are at a loss as to what they should be doing.
Knights' Garrison
Knight:
Who'd have thought the Storyteller would come to such an end...? I'm still finding it hard to believe, even now. I mean, what's to become of us?
Knight:
Hmph, wish I knew! I'm more worried about Inquisitor Barnham. He's being held on suspicion of treason... This whole thing is just one big headache... No matter what, the future ain't looking too bright!
???:
Enough of your pathetic whining! You call yourselves knights?!
Knight:
Oh! Captain!
Captain:
The Storyteller's gone... Inquisitor Barnham's gone... And who do you think is suffering the most because of it? The townsfolk, that's who! It's now that they need us the most! We must be there for them, to offer our support!
Knight:
Yes, sir! That's certainly true, but... with things the way they are, what can we possibly do...?
Captain:
...Pitiful! ...Hmm? Over there, isn't that...
Layton:
It would appear even the knights are unsettled, my boy.
Luke:
What's going to become of Labyrinthia now?
Layton:
Well, according to the Final Story, once all this is sorted out, there will be fresh hope for the future. So it's a little early to be losing heart just yet.
Luke:
I hope you're right... Let's do our best to make it so, Professor! What's this? Someone's coming this way... Isn't that-
Captain:
And what are you two doing here?
Layton:
We're heading for the Storyteller's Tower. There may be something left to uncover, so we're going there now to find out.
Captain:
Did you say...the Storyteller's Tower?
Luke:
Uh-oh... I hope this doesn't mean we're about to be surrounded by knights pointing swords at us again...
Constantine:
Woof! Woof, ruff, ruff, woof!
Captain:
...! Well, if it isn't little Constantine! Oh, I see... This must mean you're working on behalf of Inquisitor Barnham... Well, in that case, the tower is up ahead! You may proceed. In fact, I insist that you proceed. I have a feeling there's some unfinished business that only you can take care of. For all our sakes...go there and fulfil your quest. ...And in doing so, show us all that there is still hope for the future of Labyrinthia.
Luke:
Captain...
Layton:
Very well. We shan't let you down. Let's go, Luke. The Storyteller's Tower stands right ahead of us.
Luke:
Right you are, Professor!
Audience Rm. Entrance
Luke:
Look! I can see the tower right over there! But how do we get to it?
Layton:
I believe this may be where our little friend comes in handy... Wouldn't you say, Luke?
Luke:
...Right. Of course!
Constantine:
Woof! Woof, woof, ruff! Woof! Ruff!
Luke:
Hmm...I see. You're saying there's a path? He says there's a path leading from behind the Audience Room right over to the Storyteller's Tower!
Layton:
One could hardly ask for a better guide.
Constantine:
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Luke:
Oh, really? He just said: "You've nothing to worry about while I'm here!" And then he added: "You might want to worry about that Sir Blue Knight, though." ............ I hope Mr Wright and Maya were able to come across some clues...
Layton:
I don't think we need worry too much about them. I'm sure they'll be all right. Wouldn't you agree, my boy?
Luke:
Of course, Professor! While I was teaming up with Mr Wright, one thing became clear to me... He's definitely someone that will always do his best to protect his friends!
Layton:
I agree, Luke. He's a fine young lawyer with a heart of gold. I'm quite confident the trial is safe in his capable hands.
Luke:
Me too! And then there's Maya...always strong and courageous! Not to mention full of energy! She's a bit reckless sometimes...but always with good intent!
Layton:
We're lucky to have them on our side.
Luke:
...I'm really glad we met them, aren't you, Professor?
Layton:
Yes, Luke, I'd certainly agree with you there. Both Mr Wright and Miss Fey are friends that can truly be relied upon. But at the same time, High Inquisitor Darklaw will be a most formidable opponent. ...One unlikely to make any careless slips. Which is why we must all do our best and work together.
Luke:
Including me, right?
Layton:
Of course. I certainly couldn't do this without you, Luke.
Luke:
Don't worry, Professor! I'll give it everything I've got!
Layton:
That's the spirit, my boy!
Bridge to the Tower
Luke:
Wow! You don't realise how tall the tower is until you see it up close like this.
Layton:
It certainly looks ominous in the moonlight.
Luke:
There's a vital clue waiting for us here... isn't there, Professor?
Layton:
That's what I'm counting on, Luke. And it would seem... that Inquisitor Barnham had the same idea.
Luke:
That would explain why Constantine is helping us...
Layton:
So this is the tower in which the Creator resides... The tower that none of the townsfolk, nor even the knights, dare visit.
Luke:
It's surrounded in secrecy, that's for sure. It's a bit like the Eldwitch Woods...
Layton:
Indeed. Those woods are certainly an enigma in themselves.
Luke:
Not to mention those underground ruins... talk about mysterious places! If the Storyteller really did know everything about Labyrinthia... I'd have liked to have asked him a thing or two about them!
Layton:
It's possible there may be clues related to those places, as well as a number of other matters, waiting for us within that tower. In which case, there could also be any manner of traps or contrivances awaiting us as well. We shall have to be doubly careful from here on in.
Luke:
Got it, Professor!
Constantine:
Woof! Ruff! Woof, woof!
Luke:
...You've what? You've completed your mission? He says he's worried about his master and wants to return to him now.
Layton:
We couldn't have come this far without your fine guidance, Constantine. We can take it from here.
Constantine:
Woof, ruff, woof, woof, ruff!
Luke:
Constantine says we're the ones his master chose, so he knows he can leave this quest with us in good faith.
Layton:
We're honoured, Constantine. Thank you for your help.
Luke:
Yes, thanks a lot! Take care on your way back!
Constantine:
Woof!
Layton:
Inquisitor Barnham loves this town more than anyone and has done his utmost to protect it. Let's bear that in mind too, Luke. We have a responsibility to fight to the end. For him and for everyone else in this town.
Luke:
I'm ready if you are, Professor!
Examine
Leftmost spire
You found a hint coin!
Lowest side tower of Storyteller's Tower
You found a hint coin!
Moon
You found a hint coin!
Entrance to Storyteller's Tower
Leads to:
"It seems the mechanisms put in place to protect the tower are still operating."
Cliffside
Layton:
The tower was built upon this tall cliff side. I can only assume this was the Storyteller's design.
Luke:
If that cliff collapses, the whole tower looks like it'll go along with it! ...Are we sure we want to go inside?
Bridge
Luke:
It looks like this bridge is the only way to the tower.
Layton:
This is quite the long bridge, indeed. I don't see any traps or contrivances here representative of the Storyteller.
Water
Luke:
Look, Professor! You can see the ocean from up here! We must be at the coast of Labyrinthia.
Layton:
The sea is quite tranquil here. There's not a ship or light for miles.
Layton:
It seems the mechanisms put in place to protect the tower are still operating.
Luke:
Does that mean we can't get inside?
Layton:
No, I wouldn't say so... This particular mechanism is in the form of a puzzle. If we solve it, perhaps we can enter.
Puzzle #63: Enchanted SumsFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Luke:
Professor, you did it!
Layton:
............
Luke:
...Professor?
Layton:
Doesn't it seem peculiar to you, Luke? To get here we had to make our way beyond the guard post and through the knights' garrison. That would normally be considered sufficient defence against intruders, or so one would imagine.
Luke:
Yeah, I guess you're right... There were several knights around, as well.
Layton:
And yet, in addition, we found that contrivance in place on the door. It would suggest to me that something of great importance must be contained within.
Luke:
...Let's go on in and find out, Professor!
To Be Continued...
Knights' Garrison (before examining entrance to Storyteller's Tower in Bridge to the Tower)
Examine
Knight captain
Captain:
Hm... You're still hanging about here, I see.
Layton:
Yes... I had a feeling there was something I'd left unfinished, you see.
Captain:
Well, if that's the case, why not take the opportunity to solve a puzzle?! We Knights of the Inquisition won't give up, even in a situation as tough as this one! As long as there's a knight standing, we'll be here protecting this town!
Puzzle #62: Chess AssaultFor more information, see the Professor Layton Wiki
Picarats:
30
Notes:
N/A
Additional dialogue:
N/A
Captain:
That was some impressive puzzle solving! Tell me, where did you acquire such skill?
Layton:
Oh, it was nothing. I can solve this kind of puzzle over tea and scones... just as any gentleman can.
Captain:
Hm... I'm not sure I quite follow... But now's not the time to worry about that. We're doing our best to protect this town. Make sure you do your best too!
Layton:
Very well. I'll certainly do my best to live up to your expectations.
Luke:
I'll do my best too!
Knight captain (subsequent times)
Captain:
We're doing our best to protect this town. Make sure you do your best too.
Stable entrance on right
Luke:
Ooh, I can hear the horses in there! I'd like to chat with them.
Layton:
It's a big stable. It just shows how important horses are for getting around here in Labyrinthia.
Luke:
The horses are all in a good mood. They're neighing, "This hay's sooo good!"
Audience Rm. Entrance (before examining entrance to Storyteller's Tower in Bridge to the Tower)
Examine
Insignia
Luke:
Professor, there's just no one around. It's unnaturally quiet.
Storyteller's Tower
Luke:
The fog has cleared up, so the tower's there for all to see and admire its height!
Layton:
Well, let's see if we can reach the top of that tower, shall we?
Audience Room (before examining entrance to Storyteller's Tower in Bridge to the Tower)
Examine
Stained glass mosaic above left window
You found a hint coin!
Books next to throne
You found a hint coin!
Rightmost candelabra
You found a hint coin!
Carpet under throne
Luke:
A royal-looking crimson...purple... fuchsia carpet.
Layton:
This place has not changed in the least since we last saw it.
Luke:
It's so empty without the Storyteller, though.
Stained glass sun-and-moon insignia above throne
Layton:
A mysterious symbol representing the sun and the moon.
Luke:
The sun and the moon have something in common. They both shine in the sky.
Layton:
This cannot be a mere decoration. Someone has drawn it here for a reason.
Storyteller's Tower
Luke:
Professor! I can see the Storyteller's Tower from this window!
Layton:
We must cross the bridge to access the Storyteller's Tower.
Luke:
No lights are on in the tower. No one's home, from the looks of it.
Quitting archived puzzle
Ridelle:
Are there any other puzzles you'd like to give a go?
Solving archived puzzle
Ridelle:
That was splendid!
Exiting puzzle archival
Ridelle:
Any time you wish to try your hand at some puzzles, be sure to come and see me.
Quitting puzzle (Chess Assault)
Captain:
Even with your puzzle-solving prowess, I see you couldn't solve this one.
Layton:
Fear not. I was just testing the waters. I'll be back later with my solution.
Luke:
Don't give up, Professor! Even on a puzzle as tough as this one!
Reinitiating puzzle (Chess Assault)
Captain:
We Knights of the Inquisition won't give up, even in a situation as tough as this one! As long as there's a knight standing, we'll be here protecting this town!
Quitting puzzle (Enchanted Sums)
Layton:
This puzzle is quite formidable...
Luke:
Let's try again, Professor!
Reinitiating puzzle (Enchanted Sums)
Layton:
We'll have to crack the puzzle on the door before we can enter.
Turnabout Ablaze
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Episode 5Turnabout Ablaze
Two cards. One of the black raven... ...and one of the white raven. A country torn in two. One to the west... and one to the east. When those which were split are made whole again... ...the truth will reveal itself.
I-It's the Yatagarasu! The Yatagarasu's here!
Edgeworth:
You... accursed Yatagarasu! Kay! You...!
-- 8 Hours Earlier --
March 14, 10:17 AMHigh Prosecutors' OfficesRoom 1202
Edgeworth:
(It's so nice, almost dreamlike, to finally have the chance to relax and sip some tea. Especially after what a whirlwind the past few days have been.) On my return flight, I was dragged into a case involving an Interpol agent's murder. The next day, I investigated a kidnapping and a murder at the Gatewater Land theme park. And later that night, a detective's dead body welcomed me back to my office... ...along with a thief who was out to pilfer files related to a case from 10 years ago. (How did I manage to find myself in the middle of so many cases back to back? Well, at least I have today. All I ask is that I be allowed to spend it quietly.)
Kay:
Mr. Edgewooooorth! This is big! Big, I tell you! ...Hey, what's wrong with you? Where's your enthusiasm...?
Edgeworth:
And suddenly, the phrase "the fragility of dreams" comes to mind...
Kay:
What are you talking about, "fragile dreams"!? Come on, let's go! The fake Yatagarasu isn't going to just find herself, you know!
Edgeworth:
Well, if you must know... it's possible that I was paid a visit last night by your "fake".
Kay:
Say what?
Edgeworth:
.........
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately for us, the thief managed to escape. But even now, we're still looking for this criminal. However, I must warn you that we've only had a few hours to search so far... ...so I must insist that you be patient on this one, Kay.
Kay:
Wh-What's with you today...? Are you sure you aren't sleep-talking to me right now? Anyway, I've got something much more important that I want you to see!
Edgeworth:
Oh, and that is?
Kay:
Take a look at this!
Edgeworth:
"On March 14th, I will be there to steal your dirtiest secret." That's quite a bold declaration to send to an embassy... (I suppose it was inevitable that a newspaper would catch wind of this.)
Kay:
The date the card mentions is today!
Edgeworth:
Today, huh...
Kay:
Come on, we've gotta hurry! The embassy awaits!
Edgeworth:
I suppose it IS quite an urgent matter... ...however, do you know which country's embassy we should be investigating?
Kay:
Well, it's some really special country, and I'm actually really fuzzy on the details... But never mind that! Where's all your energy!? Why are you so lackadaisical today!?
Edgeworth:
I'm not, Kay. You're just too wound up.
Kay:
Well, then you should get too wound up, too! Because this just might be our chance to catch that woman!
Edgeworth:
You mean Ms. Yew? (The woman who killed Kay's father, Byrne Faraday, seven years ago... Calisto Yew... She claimed to be the Great Thief Yatagarasu... ...and then disappeared from the courtroom.)
Kay:
Argh! She makes me so mad! The phony! Everyone knows that the real Yatagarasu would never send something like a calling card! Until a company's underhanded dealings are made public... ...the target is always totally unaware that the Yatagarasu has paid them a visit. That's what makes the real Yatagarasu so awesome!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... The Yatagarasu's card that's shown in this article... It looks to me as though it could be genuine.
Kay:
See, that's the thing. Whoever it is, that person isn't the real deal, but has knowledge of the Yatagarasu. If this isn't a clue that that woman's involved, then nothing is! Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! Out the door you go!
Edgeworth:
Wait, there are a few preparations I must make before we go... (There's something interesting about this card we found last night here in my office... It's of a different color than the one in the article, which makes me wonder why.)
Kay:
What's up? Any reason why you're boring a hole through the newspaper with your eyes?
Edgeworth:
No... No reason at all. Very well. Seeing as how Ms. Yew is also someone of a special nature to me... ...I agree there is some merit to be found in investigating this.
Kay:
I knew you'd come around!
March 14, 5:00 PMTheatrum Neutralis
S.Samurai:
By the light of this night's glorious moon... We are ready!
P.Princess:
Ready to embark on our nightly outing.
S.Samurai:
And this is where... ...our tale begins!
Edgeworth:
Heh... What a coincidence. Who would've thought that a Steel Samurai stage show... ...would ever be held at such an elegant theater inside a foreign embassy?
Examine evidence
Front of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
Kay:
Yeah! The climax was really awesome! "Steel Samurai Sushi Slice!" I got chills down my spine when he pulled that move out!
Edgeworth:
I suppose it really is more impactful to watch a show in person than on television.
Kay:
I have to say, though, this embassy is set up kinda funny. I mean, they have two countries sharing the same building!
Edgeworth:
Well, as you said yourself, this place and the countries it houses are very special. Even this theater is special in that it is a neutral zone shared by the two countries.
Kay:
Umm... So, let me get this straight... The Steel Samurai show just now is being sponsored by one of the two countries. The one that's called the Kingdom of Allebahst, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it would appear that the Steel Samurai is very popular in that country as well.
Kay:
Seems that way! But you know who I'M really into? The Jammin' Ninja! The Republic of Babahl is sponsoring a Jammin' Ninja stage show! That's something for fangirls like me! We've totally gotta see that too, Mr. Edgeworth! The Jammin' Ninja's show is gonna kick the Steel Samurai show's rear end!
Edgeworth:
(You know, ever since I first met this girl, I've always had this inkling... ...that what she really wants to be... ...is not a thief, but rather, a ninja...)
Kay:
So anyway, about today's event... umm... What's it called again?
Edgeworth:
"The Kingdom of Allebahst versus The Republic of Babahl Goodwill Jubilee". The small, European countries of the Kingdom of Allebahst... ...and the Republic of Babahl. These two countries used to be a single entity that was abundant with nature. And it was called... the Principality of Cohdopia. ..................
Kay:
Hm? Is everything alright, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'm alright. Moving on... After a period of civil unrest, the country split in two, though signs of their past remain. For example, their flags preserve the flower and butterfly motifs to this day. ......... (Cohdopia, huh... The KG-8 Incident... and what was referred to as the second KG-8 Incident... ...in which an Embassy staff member was murdered... Both of these cases were related to the Principality of Cohdopia. In the seven years that have passed, the country may have split into two... ...however, the Yatagarasu still sent a calling card here. What could it all mean?) .........
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... I know you're thinking about something!
Edgeworth:
Oh, excuse me. What were we talking about again?
Kay:
Argh, if you could please stop spacing out on me! Anyway, we were talking about the Allebahst versus Babahl Goodwill Jubilee. The two countries have had a pretty bad relationship with each other... ...but supposedly, they've been trying really hard to make up recently. That's why they decided to hold this event.
Edgeworth:
(If that's the case, then why the "versus"...?)
Kay:
Also, both countries claim to own the real "Primidux Statue", a national treasure to both. They're planning to have them publicly evaluated today, to see which one's the real deal.
Edgeworth:
Kay, need I remind you to take care and not succumb to your thieving desires?
Kay:
Well, when it comes to treasure, I can't help myself. You know that!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... She had better be saying that in jest...)
Kay:
Hey! I can read your body language, you know! And you've got it all wrong! Look! I'm here to do some investigating! INVESTIGATING, I tell you!
Edgeworth:
Heh, I know. And although we don't know if the Yatagarasu will really make an appearance... ...I suppose we should still spend some time examining this place.
Partner
Edgeworth:
There's a very festive atmosphere in here.
Kay:
Yup, super festive! I'm really happy for the Kingdom of Allebahst and the Republic of Babahl. It's great that they have re-established diplomatic relations! The newspapers say that it's almost like they're Cohdopia once again.
Edgeworth:
Perhaps we are bearing witness to a historic moment in time.
Kay:
Hey! Look! They're selling some commemorative merchandise to celebrate this event! Founder's Cohdopia Biscuits. And over here, they're selling Royal Cohdopia Biscuits.
Edgeworth:
...It would seem that they have yet to reconcile their competitive spirits.
Guard on left door
Guard:
Is there something I can help you with?
Edgeworth:
I was wondering what is beyond these doors.
Guard:
It's the Allebahstian Embassy. Now, unless you have some business with the Embassy...
Edgeworth:
(I suppose I can't really claim to have any business with the Embassy right now.)
Kay:
Well, you don't have to be so rude about it, Mr. Guard! Hrmph!
Allebahstian flag
Edgeworth:
The national flag of the Kingdom of Allebahst is on display here. The crest on it features a flower.
Kay:
Flowers and butterflies are kind of rare motifs for flags, don't you think?
Edgeworth:
Well, when they used to be Cohdopia, the government used to take pride in its land. The citizens also loved the rich, bountiful nature all around them, thus the design.
Kay:
Hey, if the Steel Samurai got popular enough, do you think they'd put him on their flag?
Edgeworth:
Are you in your right mind, Kay?
Kay:
Hmm... Or maybe the Jammin' Ninja would make a better candidate...?
Edgeworth:
(Heh, don't make me laugh, Kay. Only the Steel Samurai deserves such an honor.)
Man watching a handwatch
Man:
Ten more minutes... No, in five more minutes... But isn't it really bad for me to spend time doing this? It's no use! Would someone please just tell me what I should do!
Edgeworth:
You appear to be troubled by something. May I be of any assistance?
Man:
Leave me alone! I'm trying to figure out just the right time to talk to that girl over there! And if I mess up, it'll be because I'm talking to you right now!
Kay:
Somehow, I get the feeling he's about to fall flat on his face.
Edgeworth:
Well, let's just do as he wishes and leave him alone.
Flowers on left
Kay:
Those are some nice flowers! I wonder who they're from? "Gatewater Imperial Hotel"? Where's this, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Ah, it's an ultra-luxurious hotel that sponsors the Steel Samurai series. I've been there once to investigate a case.
Kay:
Oh? So what kind of case was it?
Edgeworth:
I believe it was related to the Nickel Samurai and the Jammin' Ninja...
Kay:
Oh, I remember reading about that! You must be the head of Steel Samurai affairs down at the Prosecutor's Office, huh?
Edgeworth:
(I should think that even you can figure that such an office does not exist, Kay.)
Girls
Fan:
You know, I've seen a lot of these shows in a bunch of other places... ...but today's show, it was like they went for a complete comedy, know what I mean?
Friend:
Yeah, And that last move, the Sushi Slice... I couldn't help but laugh!
Fan:
I know, right!? And that Pink Princess's movements were really stiff. In the middle of the show, I could swear that I heard her hip crack.
Friend:
Oh, I know! I totally thought that, too! The Pink Princess has a bad hip!? Seriously!? Just what they thinking, you know!?
Edgeworth:
(I suppose there is no graceful way to enter this conversation...)
Pamphlets
Edgeworth:
There are pamphlets about the two embassies here on this table.
Kay:
Hmm... It still looks weird to me.
Edgeworth:
The country split into two a few years back. And they've shared the building and its grounds 50-50 ever since.
Kay:
Oh? I guess it's because they don't have the money to build two separate ones, huh?
Edgeworth:
I-I should think that's not the reason why, Kay.
Man front of the door
Man:
This is... the perfect angle!
Edgeworth:
?
Man:
Go, my image! Travel across the wave world and into every TV set around the globe!
Edgeworth:
(A more honest approach to appearing on TV might serve your ambitions better...)
Reporter
Reporter:
And we're here, reporting live from the Theatrum Neutalis. As you can see, tonight's audience is full of enthusiasm! Let's see what this member of the audience has to say.
Edgeworth:
W-Well, I...
Cameraman:
OK, that was good. Let's do one more run-through!
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but when you are ready to film for real, would you mind giving me a call...? (I sense that she didn't hear a single world I just said.)
Cameraman
Cameraman:
OK, OK, that's good. Alright, now give me a dramatic "slam!" right there! Stop! Stoooop! Hey, do you mind!? Get out of the way, buddy. OK, once more! In 3, 2, 1, action!
Edgeworth:
Kay, was that my fault just now?
Kay:
Well, he's obviously working... I guess we should leave him alone.
Table
Edgeworth:
There is a flat-panel, a tape deck, and a row of Steel Samurai videos on this table. I suppose it's so that visitors can watch an episode or two at their leisure.
Kay:
I guess it really is just that popular, huh?
Edgeworth:
Yes, although I never thought I would see it reach this level of popularity...
Kay:
I wonder why they decided to call on the Steel Samurai for an event like this? I mean, it's like they intended to cut the two countries apart with the Samurai Sword instead!
Edgeworth:
(Wouldn't that go against the whole point of this event...?)
Child
Edgeworth:
(It appears that the child is watching a video from the first season of the Steel Samurai.)
Child:
♪Go! Go! Keep on fighting, until your last breath!♪ ♪Go, my hero, the Steel Samurai!♪
Edgeworth:
(Completely absorbed in singing the theme song, I see... I'll let the child watch in peace.)
Flowers on right
Edgeworth:
These flowers were sent by Global Studios.
Kay:
Global Studios?
Edgeworth:
That's where they film the Steel Samurai television show. They have been producing hit after hit recently, so the studio is being remodeled.
Kay:
Oh! I read about that in the papers the other day! That mascot of theirs is also getting a face-lift, too, right? Umm... what's its name?
Edgeworth:
You mean Mrs. Monkey?
Kay:
Yeah, I thought it was something like that! You really have a great memory!
Edgeworth:
Hah! Never underestimate my powers of recollection.
Cameraman on right
Cameraman:
Where in tarnation are they!? Come on, big scoop! Hey, mister! Outta the way! Yeah, I'm talkin' to ya!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (I seem to remember this woman from somewhere... ...yet my instincts are directing me not to engage in conversation with her. Perhaps it would be best if I left her alone.)
Babahlese flag
Edgeworth:
The national flag of the Republic of Babahl is on display here. The crest on it features a butterfly.
Kay:
It's really rare to see a national flag featuring an animal on it!
Edgeworth:
Not really. I can list at least a few off for you that do.
Kay:
OK, then are there any flags with really chic things on them?
Edgeworth:
"Chic" things? That's pretty vague, Kay... Although, by my definition, there aren't really any flags that feature a "chic" object.
Kay:
Aww, that's too bad. Because if there was, I was thinking about stealing it...
Edgeworth:
(And what exactly would you do with a stolen national flag, Kay...?)
Guard on right door
Guard:
Is there something I can help you with?
Edgeworth:
I was wondering what is beyond these doors.
Guard:
The Babahlese Embassy is just beyond these doors, sir. Do you have some business with the Embassy? Do you require immediate access?
Edgeworth:
Ah, no, that's quite alright.
Guard:
Are you sure, sir? Anyone and everyone is always welcome in the Republic of Babahl!
Kay:
Well, then! Since we're here!
Edgeworth:
An embassy isn't some sort of theme park, Kay.
Kay:
Tch! You're such a buzz kill!
(Examining pamphlets leads to:)
Edgeworth:
I suppose I'll just help myself to one of these...
Embassy Guide stuck into the pages of my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What is all the hubbub?) Ack!
Kay:
Hey, look! It's the Steel Samurai! And he's got his son, the Iron Infant, with him!!
Steel Samurai
Leads to:
"May I speak with you for a second?"
Edgeworth:
May I speak with you for a second? (...It's... the Steel Samurai...)
S.Samurai:
.........
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! What are you glaring at him for!?
Edgeworth:
Ahem, please excuse me. It's just that I've never seen a super-hero up close before.
S.Samurai:
.........
Kay:
It looks like he's written something down for you!
Edgeworth:
"To Edgeworth, From Steel Samurai Daddy: Married Man of Neo Olde Tokyo"
Kay:
Wow, an autograph! Pretty cool that you got one, huh, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Heh...
Steel Samurai's Autograph received.
Guard:
Mr. Steel Samurai! Ambassador Alba is waiting for you!
Reporter:
And now the Steel Samurai... ...will proceed to enter the Kingdom of Allebahst to shake the hand of the ambassador. The Steel Samurai isn't only here for the two countries tonight... ...but rather, can be thought of as a goodwill ambassador from our own country as well!
Kay:
There he goes. Off to spread goodwill to the world.
Edgeworth:
He really does seem like a goodwill ambassador, doesn't he?
Cameraman:
OK! We're shooting the next segment now! Cue camera!
Reporter:
In just a few seconds, the Jammin' Ninja stage show is set to begin. After the show, the Jammin' Ninja will enter the Republic of Babahl. He is set to meet with the Ambassador of Babahl at that time.
Kay:
AHH! The Jammin' Ninja's show is about to start! We've gotta get back to our seats!
Edgeworth:
Regrettably... I don't have much of an interest in ninjas...
Kay:
Well, this show will change your mind! Come on, we have to hurry! If we miss even a second of the Jammin' Ninja's awesome playing, I'll never forgive you!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... I suppose you're not about to give me much of a choice here, are you, Kay?)
Kay:
Ahhh! I could listen to that "A Ninja Marked for Death's Lullaby" song all day! His superb playing and that sad melody really brought a tear to my eye! And his heart-wrenching voice! Now THAT'S the Jammin' Ninja's greatest weapon!
Edgeworth:
..................
Kay:
Ahh! Those pieces of Jammin' Ninja merchandise over there! I've got to have them! I especially want the hair sticks they're selling exclusively at these shows. They're exactly like the ones the heroine, Princess Misola, wears in her hair!
Edgeworth:
...Anyway.
Kay:
Anyway!? ANYWAY!? Hold it right there, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Kay:
You're thinking of going home, aren't you!?
Edgeworth:
Well, it doesn't seem likely that the Yatagarasu will be making an appearance tonight. Most likely, it was simply a prank.
Kay:
No way! I just know the Yatagarasu will show!
Edgeworth:
But I thought you said that the Yatagarasu doesn't send calling cards.
Kay:
Yeah, I did, but...
Edgeworth:
I figured from the very beginning that this would wind up being a wild goose chase.
Kay:
But that card she sent was a genuine fake calling card!
Edgeworth:
A genuine fake...?
Kay:
Well, how can I word this...? The Yatagarasu's mark that's on the calling card is exactly the same as my mark. Get it now?
Officer:
W-We've got a problem! Th-The Yatagarasu has been spotted in Allebahst!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Kay:
You hear that, Mr. Edgeworth!? Hah! So you finally decided to show yourself, you phony! Hey, what gives!?
Guard:
I'm sorry but I will need to search you before you may enter.
Kay:
What the!? Hey! The Steel Samurai just waltzed straight on through without one! Now if you don't hurry up and let me through, my phony is going to escape!
Edgeworth:
Kay, a country's embassy is considered to be a part of the country itself. If you don't go through the proper procedures to enter the country...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! I'm going to enter through Babahl and climb over the wall into Allebahst!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You would tell a prosecutor straight out that you intend to illegally enter another... Kay, are you listening to me!?
Kay:
Kay Faraday, and I'm coming through!
Guard:
Yes, and welcome!
Edgeworth:
Someone stop her! Anyone!
March 14, 6:12 PMOpen-Air Stage
Edgeworth:
*huff, huff, huff*... Kay... Where are you? Don't tell me you really did find some way over this fence... Ack!
Guard:
Fire! This is too big for us to handle! Looks like the Yatagarasu came to Babahl, too!
Edgeworth:
You... accursed Yatagarasu! Kay! You...! You had better be alright, wherever you are!
March 14, 6:45 PMBabahlese EmbassySecretariat's Office
Kay:
I told you! It wasn't me!
Shih-na:
..................
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
*huff, huff, huff*... Kay! Are you alright!?
Kay:
Do I look alright to you!? Now, can you do something about this woman!?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! What is the meaning of this!?
Gumshoe:
*sigh* Well, sir... it's um, this.
Edgeworth:
He's...!
Kay:
It wasn't me! He was already dead when I ran in here, hot on the heels of the fake Yatagarasu! Look, I only came in here because I saw a suspicious person at the open-air stage!
Edgeworth:
A suspicious person?
Kay:
A long, black coat and a hood over their head -- I dare you to tell me that's not suspicious! When I saw that person, I immediately thought that they must be the fake Yatagarasu. So I chased after them into the Embassy, then into here, and then lost sight of them... But I just KNOW that person is the one who did it!
Shih-na:
What are you so worked up over? There is no reason for you to be this loud.
Edgeworth:
Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're Agent Lang's secretary... ...Shih-na, I believe your name is, correct?
Shih-na:
..................
Edgeworth:
And if you are making an arrest... ...I assume you have evidence that it was Kay who committed the crime, is that also correct?
Shih-na:
..................
Edgeworth:
You refuse to answer!?
Shih-na:
I don't need to answer.
Edgeworth:
!
Shih-na:
You are merely a prosecutor in this country, meaning you have no investigative authority.
Gumshoe:
H-Hey, pal! Just what the heck does what you just said mean!? If it happened here, it's under Mr. Edgeworth's jurisdiction. The end. And seeing as how this building is sitting on our soil, we can investigate wherever we'd like!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, Detective, embassies are a different matter.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
This office is considered to be a part of the Republic of Babahl. Which means that anything that happens in here... ...defaults to the control of the Babahlese government and Bahahlese law... ...giving them exclusive extraterritorial rights.
Gumshoe:
Extraterristrial rights? Sir, do you really believe that the truth is out there!?
Edgeworth:
*sigh* Basically, our country's laws do not apply inside the embassy of another country. That's what was agreed to by our respective governments. Our authority to investigate was effectively nullified the second we entered this place. Which means we can do little here in this situation...
Gumshoe:
N-No way, sir!
Shih-na:
Please leave this matter in Interpol's hands and go home.
Edgeworth:
N...Nnnnngh...
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth...
Kay:
H-Hey, you're not...!? Mr. Edgeworth!
Hold it!
???:
In that case... allow me to join your investigation.
Gumshoe:
M-Ms. von Karma! Eeek!
Franziska:
Ambassador Palaeno, I truly appreciate you allowing me to join the investigation.
Palaeno:
It's really nothing. Manny was my secretariat, so of course I want to help you as much as I can. In fact, it's a blessing that Interpol agents were able to make it so quickly.
Edgeworth:
Franziska...
Franziska:
Well, well. I never imagined that I'd meet you here of all places. This is an embassy, meaning that you have no authority to conduct...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Franziska:
A-Already!? What is it!?
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno.
Palaeno:
Hm? And you are?
Edgeworth:
I'm Miles Edgeworth, public prosecutor. I ask that you please allow me to investigate this case as Ms. von Karma's assistant.
Gumshoe:
A...Assistant?
Franziska:
Miles!? What the heck do you think you're...!?
Edgeworth:
Please, I implore you, Ambassador Palaeno.
Palaeno:
Very well. I'll be counting on the two of you, Ms. von Karma and Mr. Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
Umm... What did you mean by you'll be Ms. von Karma's assistant...?
Edgeworth:
I don't exactly have a choice, do I, Detective? If I don't become Franziska's assistant, I can't participate in this investigation.
Franziska:
Hmph. There you go again, running at the mouth with that aloof expression on your face.
Edgeworth:
Franziska, please...
Franziska:
I don't know what you're planning quite yet... ...but at least I do know one thing -- that you are now my subordinate. Just remember that my whip is always ready to wake you, should you have a brain lapse.
Edgeworth:
Of course. I'll keep that in mind.
Shih-na:
...If you are done playing games...!
Edgeworth:
Right. let's begin the investigation.
Begin Investigation
Babahlese EmbassySecretariat's Office
Edgeworth:
By the way, Detective... I suppose it's a bit late to be asking, but why are you here?
Gumshoe:
Well, better late than never, I guess, sir. I was placed on guard duty for the Babahlese Embassy today!
Edgeworth:
And why are our police guarding an embassy?
Gumshoe:
Well, on account of the card they got from the Yatagarasu... ...they called us up and asked for our help, sir. Oh, and because we've been searching for the Yatagarasu these past seven years! It was a more or less mutually beneficial arrangement, if you ask me!
Edgeworth:
Except for how mutally unbeneficial this has all turned out to be, I suppose. It looks like you failed to competently perform your guard duty yet again.
Gumshoe:
Ack...!
Edgeworth:
Look forward to your next salary negotiation... although, it's out of my hands.
Gumshoe:
But sir! If it gets cut any more, I won't be able to buy even packet noodles anymore...
Logic
"Motif on knife handle" and "Butterfly of Babahl"
Edgeworth:
The design on the knife's handle... ...it greatly resembles the special Babahlese species of butterfly.
Franziska:
It does, doesn't it? Plus, it says right here.
Edgeworth:
"This knife is property of the Republic of Babahl." Perhaps this means that the knife used in the crime was foudn right in this room...?
"Franziska's return" and "Stealing of secret"
Edgeworth:
"To steal your dirtiest secret"... Is it possible that the "dirty secret" the Yatagarasu was out to steal is in this very room?
Franziska:
"Dirty secret"?
Edgeworth:
Franziska, you're in pursuit of some "dirty" underhanded dealings yourself, are you not? Something tells me that this is no coincidence.
Franziska:
In that case then, the person I'm looking for is here in the Babahlese Embassy, huh? The head of the smuggling operation!
Edgeworth:
(I think I just might need to ask Franziska about her smuggling case in more depth.)
"Locked safe" and "Key used at Embassy"
Edgeworth:
We know for a fact that the Yatagarasu's Key was used at this embassy. Furthermore, we found it in the victim, Mr. Coachen's pocket. Which leads me to think that perhaps it is the key to the personal safe in this office.
Gumshoe:
Good thinking, sir! Let's go try it out!
Edgeworth:
...It appears I was correct. (The key that was left to us in the victim's pocket... It literally turned out to be the key to the next piece of the truth!) Hmm... What do we have here?
Gumshoe:
Hey! There's nothing inside! D-Do you think the Yatagarasu made off with everything, sir?
Edgeworth:
No, Detective, I believe all we need is a closer look.
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
The murder
Edgeworth:
While you were on guard duty, did you notice anything unusual?
Gumshoe:
Well, I was on watch inside the Embassy... ...but unfortunately, I didn't run into the Yatagarasu, sir. But I did talk to an officer who was on duty near the border between the two Embassies... ...who told me that not a single person crossed the boundary during the incident.
Edgeworth:
I see.
Gumshoe:
The investigations into the fire and the Yatagarasu are a mess thanks to both events! I'm so confused, sir! Should I be putting the fire out or investigating!? What do you think, sir!?
Edgeworth:
...Aren't you old enough to solve your own problems yet, Detective?
The investigation
Edgeworth:
I'd like an update on how the investigation is going.
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah... Well... it's going, sir!
Edgeworth:
In other words... ...no one has any idea of what happened here, correct?
Gumshoe:
To put it simply... yeah, you got it, sir. But! We do know that something happened in this room, sir!
Edgeworth:
Any moron with a pair of eyes can see what happened, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Aww... W-Well, anyway! Let's investigate every single nook and cranny in this room, sir! We have to get serious, or Kay will end up getting arrested as the killer!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I am already well aware of that.
Gumshoe:
Oh...
Edgeworth:
(In order to find out what really happened here in this room... ...we will need to gather whatever information we can. It's time to take a good look.)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Gumshoe:
Hey, it's your Prosecutor's Badge! This thing's really important, right? So what would happen if you lost it, sir?
Edgeworth:
Why are you asking me such an ominous question?
Gumshoe:
Well, because I've lost my police badge before, sir! I just wanted to tell you to be careful, sir! Because writing the explanation section on those requisition forms is really annoying!
Edgeworth:
(I believe SOMEONE needs to listen to his own advice a bit more often...)
Yatagarasu's Key
Gumshoe:
Hmm... So this is the Yatagarasu's Key, huh? That's a really nifty trick they built into it. I can't stop playing with it! This is great! It's like one of those transforming toys, sir!
Edgeworth:
E-Evidence is not meant to entertain, Detective!
Anything else
Edgeworth:
What do you notice about this piece of evidence, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Umm... Well, uh... I don't really sense anything special about it... But the embassy is a different story!
Edgeworth:
.........I see.
Gumshoe:
...I'm not really sensing anything special from you either, sir...
Edgeworth:
Well, I'm sensing a special look at your monthly salary, Detective!
Officer
Officer:
Sorry, but Interpol is still conducting its investigation beyond this point.
Edgeworth:
I'm a subordinate of Ms. von Karma. Is there some reason why I'm being denied access?
Officer:
My superior clearly stated, "Don't you dare let anyone near the site, you got it!?" If I let you examine the site, my superior would get really angry at me!
Gumshoe:
You know, Mr. Edgeworth... I feel really bad for the guy, so why don't we do as he says?
Edgeworth:
Yes... I suppose we might as well.
Fireplace
Gumshoe:
That's some fireplace! You know, it really gives this place a mansion-like quality, don't you think, sir!? Ooh! If these are a staple in every Babahlese house... ...then I bet Santa Claus pays them a visit, too.
Edgeworth:
(Just how old are you again, Detective...?)
Safe
Edgeworth:
A small, personal safe...
Franziska:
This was Mr. Coachen's office. So perhaps he stored his most important documents in here.
Edgeworth:
Ah, of course it's locked. It appears we won't be able to open it without the key (Locked safe - The secretariat's office safe. It can't be opened without the key.).
Safe (after connecting key Logic)
Before deducing twice
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing twice
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Odd-shaped hole
Gumshoe:
Hey, there is a hole here, sir.
Edgeworth:
(It's a little too oddly shaped for a latch hole...)
Gumshoe:
Wow, that's a funny shape for a latch hole, huh? It's shaped kinda... like a star, don't you think, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Detective, I would hardly call that shape a star... (There must be some reason for this hole...)
Gumshoe:
Well, there's gotta be some reason why this hole's shaped so weirdly, you know!?
Edgeworth:
(Am I over thinking this? No, I don't think so...)
Gumshoe:
Hmm, maybe I'm over thinking things? Nah, there's no way I could ever do that, ho ho!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, could you please be quiet for a second? You're frightening me.
Inside of safe
Gumshoe:
It looks like such a serious safe, but there's not a scrap of paper inside... Which reminds me, the safe in your office is just as empty, huh, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
It's merely a coincidence that both safes are empty, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Well, make that a triple coincidence because my piggy bank at home is empty, too...
Edgeworth:
I don't think there's anything coincidental about that, Detective.
Piece of paper
Edgeworth:
What is this here?
Gumshoe:
It looks like the ripped corner of a piece of paper, sir.
Edgeworth:
No, I don't think it's ripped; it seems more, to me, like it's stuck in the safe.
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're right! It won't budge an inch, not even when I tug on it! But I don't think I've ever seen paper stuck on the inside of a safe before...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Detective, I think you have it backwards. It's not the paper that's strange... It's the safe.
Gumshoe:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
What I mean is that the secret to this safe is that...
it has two compartments.
Leads to:
"Even just eye-balling it, you can see that the inside is a bit too shallow."
it's completely empty.
Edgeworth:
There is nothing in the safe.
Shih-na:
Well, yeah, there's nothing in the safe... but what's that got to do with anything?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Why is the safe here in the first place?
Gumshoe:
Umm... To keep really important things safe, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes, precisely. However, there is nothing inside this safe... ...which points us to a clear contradiction of facts!
Gumshoe:
........But remember when we checked out your safe that time, and you answered...
Edgeworth:
Right now? Nothing.
Gumshoe:
...when I asked you what was inside? Wouldn't that count as a contradiction, too, then?
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (I suppose there are times when there just isn't anything that needs to be safeguarded. Alright, time to recollect my thoughts...)
Leads back to:
"What I mean is that the secret to this safe is that..."
it has a crack there.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... It is just as it appears to be. There is a crack in the safe, from where the lodged piece of paper is protruding!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's exactly what it looks like, alright.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...
Franziska:
We already know, so there's no reason for you to state the obvious so confidently, Miles.
Edgeworth:
N...Nngh...
Gumshoe:
Hey, I feel like I'm step closer to understanding what it's like to be Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Drat... It appears the only thing I managed to do here is waste time.) Th-That wasn't what I had meant to say! The paper is sticking out, and that in itself is an important fact. So...
Leads back to:
"What I mean is that the secret to this safe is that..."
Edgeworth:
Even just eye-balling it, you can see that the inside is a bit too shallow. Furthermore, with the unnatural way the paper is stuck at the back of the safe... ...I'd say that there is an extra bit of space behind the back wall of this safe! In other words, this safe has a second compartment.
Gumshoe:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat!?
Franziska:
I suppose that you are correct in asserting that the paper is stuck in an unnatural manner. However, if what you say is correct and there is a second compartment... ...how do we go about opening the door to it then? As you can see, there is no other lock or keyhole in sight.
Edgeworth:
Actually, there is one more spot of interest to me on this safe.
Franziska:
Oh?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I believe that spot is the keyhole to our mystery second lock!
Franziska:
The safe and its locks... Alright then, since you are so sure of yourself, show me how you deduced your answer!
Deduce (after examining pocket)
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce hole and present Yatagarasu's Key
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Doesn't the shape of this keyhole remind you of something, Franziska?"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence is the key to the safe!
Franziska:
I'm not entirely convinced it is... ...but I'm willing to entertain any explanation you may have.
Edgeworth:
Ack!
Gumshoe:
Don't worry, sir! I'm sure you're right in what you said! Although... I'm not quite sure how that piece of evidence is related to the safe either...
Edgeworth:
Arrngh... (It's bad enough for Franziska to doubt me, but Detective Gumshoe as well!? I must remain calm, and examine this safe once more for a clue on how to open it!)
Edgeworth:
Doesn't the shape of this keyhole remind you of something, Franziska?
Franziska:
The shape? It does look very familiar... However, I believe it's simply a latch hole for the safe's lock mechanism. It's just for keeping the door shut, nothing more.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Is that so? The person who used this safe... ...Mr. Coachen, made sure this safe had two compartments, in order to hide something. Do you honestly think someone like that would allow the keyhole to the hidden half... ...to look so obviously like a keyhole that even the average person could figure it out?
Franziska:
! ...You can't be serious...! Are you saying that this hole is the keyhole to the hidden compartment of this safe?
Edgeworth:
That's precisely what I'm saying.
Franziska:
...!
Edgeworth:
And I will prove to you right now... ...that the Yatagarasu's Key is the key that will open it!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
The Yatagarasu's Key!? Miles Edgeworth! This had better be a very bad joke!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but this is no joke. The Yatagarasu's Key... ...is the very key that will open the second compartment of this safe.
Franziska:
We know that this key opens the first compartment of the safe. But the keyhole you're talking about... ...is of an entirely different shape than that of the key!
Examine switch
Edgeworth:
We discovered this trick seven years ago, and with it, we were able to corner Ms. Yew. But who would've thought that I'd see this key again after all this time...
Examine blade
Leads to:
"Let's go over this again, shall we? The Yatagarasu's Key..."
Edgeworth:
Let's go over this again, shall we? The Yatagarasu's Key... ...was originally made to open Mr. Coachen's safe in the Cohdopian Embassy. We confirmed that as fact by opening the door to his safe with it. Now, let's take a look at the back end of the key. Looking, at the knife portion head on, what do you see?
Franziska:
What are you talking... Aaah!
Edgeworth:
It appears that you've come to understand what I'm talking about. When viewed head-on, the knife's blade is the exact same shape as the keyhole! The real function of the knife portion is to act as the key to the hidden portion of the safe.
Franziska:
B-But that's... preposterous!
Edgeworth:
Because it looks like a knife and was used like one to kill Mr. Faraday seven years ago... ...we fell under the misconception that it was always meant to be a knife. But for both the safe and its key to conceal such clever tricks... ...whatever is hidden inside the secret section must be of incredible importance.
Franziska:
.........Then, it's even possible that what I've been searching for is inside! Scruffy! Hurry up and open that safe!
Gumshoe:
Eeeek! Y-Yes, sir! Opening it now, sir!
Edgeworth:
These items... They're...!
Gumshoe:
It's a bunch of funny-shaped things. I guess they're pieces of art, huh, siiiiir!?
Franziska:
You're in the way! Now, move, Scruffy!
Gumshoe:
I don't think I was in the way... *sniffle*
Franziska:
These pieces of art...! They're identical to ones that have been stolen from various countries around the world!
Edgeworth:
I figured as much... These are the treasures this section of the safe was to hide from view! Hmm... I believe a more thorough examination is required.
Odd-shaped hole
Edgeworth:
It appears that we've found the key that the Yatagarasu... ...no, Ms. Yew stole seven years ago.
Gumshoe:
Since it was originally from this embassy, maybe she came back to return it...?
Edgeworth:
I don't think she's the type to be so kind as to do such a thing, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Umm... OK, then what do you think, sir?
Edgeworth:
(Calisto Yew... For what reason did she steal the key...?)
Treasures
Edgeworth:
These are pieces of stolen art from around the world...
Gumshoe:
I wonder how much they're worth? Especially this one... Eeeeeek!
Franziska:
Scruffy! Don't touch those valuable pieces of art with your filthy hands! Why, do you have any idea what would happen to you if one of them were to break?
Edgeworth:
(Is it just me, or did she hit one of the pieces of art just now...?)
Papers
Edgeworth:
This is the document that we thought was stuck earlier. I wonder what it's about?
Gumshoe:
Beats me, sir!
Edgeworth:
Why don't we take a look at it first before we give up, Detective? Mr. Coachen's name is written here on the last page. (I wonder what the significance of this document is?)
Paper (after deduce)
Edgeworth:
The existence of this document in itself is quite important, isn't it?
Franziska:
Yes, it proves that Manny Coachen was the ringleader of the smuggling operation.
Edgeworth:
I suppose it does. (It really does look that way, however... ...I don't believe this shows us all that he was up to. And in order to find the truth behind his dealings, we'll need to continue investigating.)
Fake end of safe
Edgeworth:
To build this sort of trick into one's safe is really something...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, it's neat how this safe has two compartments, but what's really impressive... ...is that at the other end of the key was another key! I totally hadn't noticed!
Edgeworth:
I wonder if Mr. Coachen was just paranoid or if he had secrets of that great a value.
Gumshoe:
Speaking of paranoid, I once sharpened both ends of my pencil. But then, when I went to erase something, I got all paranoid that I was gonna stab myself.
Edgeworth:
Please refrain from dispensing your special brand of unrelated stories while on duty.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir...
Deduce (after talking about "Smuggling")
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce paper and present Cohdopian Paper Document
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Take a good look at these documents, Franziska."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
I believe this piece of evidence is somehow related.
Gumshoe:
Oh, I see! That's just like you, sir, to figure these things out! ...But I have no idea what that connection is, so could you explain it to me, please!?
Edgeworth:
Very well. .............................. (...I'm not sure that I can explain it... I guess it's not related after all.)
Gumshoe:
Come on, sir! Hurry up and explain it to me!
Edgeworth:
I will. Eventually. Let's save it for another time when I have the proper time to explain it to you. (I suppose I should carefully examine everything one more time...)
Edgeworth:
Take a good look at these documents, Franziska.
Franziska:
It says that there are three pages in total, and yet, there are only two here.
Edgeworth:
Correct. Now take a look at the smuggling activity document in your possession. Tell me, is it not possible that your page was taken from this set of three?
Franziska:
Well, well... It certainly looks that way.
Edgeworth:
By putting our multi-part puzzle together, we seem to have arrived at an answer. And it seems that you have now found what you were looking for.
Franziska:
Yes, and with this, it has become crystal clear... ...that Mr. Coachen himself was responsible for the mass smuggling of Babahlese ink!
Edgeworth:
Babahlese ink?
Franziska:
Babahlese ink is a special product of the Republic of Babahl. However, due to a special reason, only a limited volume is ever exported.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And that reason is...?
Franziska:
That's classified. It's on a need to know basis, and you don't need to know. In any case, it seems that the head of the smuggling ring was our victim, Mr. Manny Coachen.
Edgeworth:
His base was in an embassy, thus, it was hard for both our country and his to interfere. Making it the deal conditions under which to run a smuggling operation.
Franziska:
Argh... but it's so frustrating. I lost the person I was to rain judgement down upon with my Whip of Justice.
Edgeworth:
Well, even if he is dead, we still have a responsibility to look into his misdeeds.
Franziska:
You expect me to whip a dead man? ...Well, I'm not interested.
Edgeworth:
Franziska... You must know... ...that Manny Coachen was the suspect in the KG-8 Incident...
Franziska:
Of course I know! On top of being the head of the smuggling ring... ...there is the matter of what really happened in that case that needs to be resolved.
Body
Edgeworth:
So our victim... was the secretariat of this embassy, I take it.
Franziska:
Manny Coachen. I heard that he was an admirable person... very admirable.
Edgeworth:
The cause of death is a stab to the base of his neck... He was lax in watching his back.
Franziska:
We were fortunate that the fire missed our victim's body for the most part. If the fire had burned a bit longer it would've made identifying him a hassle.
Edgeworth:
(So Mr. Coachen was stabbed to death in the middle of a raging fire...? What in the world happened inside this room?)
Notes on Coachen's Body jotted down in my Organizer.
Before examining pocket and knife
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining pocket and knife
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Body
Edgeworth:
(Hm? This man... Where do I know him from...?)
Pocket
Edgeworth:
Hmm... There appears to be something in this pocket. ! This key! It can't be...! Isn't this the Yatagarasu's Key that was stolen seven years ago!?
Franziska:
What!? But that's...!
Gumshoe:
Huh? Seven years ag...oooh! You mean that case where I was framed, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it's the piece of evidence that stole the life of Kay's father seven years ago... ...which was then stolen by Calisto Yew.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What!? Mr. Faraday was killed with this key, sir!? I thought he was killed with a knife... Eeeek!
Franziska:
Scruffy! At the very least, try to remember the details of crimes you were a suspect in!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, as you will recall... ...Detective Gumshoe was not present when Ms. Yew made her escape. Plus, even among law enforcement, only a few knew of this key's existence. I doubt that a new rookie at the time would've been made privy to such knowledge.
Gumshoe:
Ooonnngh... I feel like the victim right now, all trampled on, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I suppose I'll just have to fill you in now. The secret to this key is...!
Examine butterfly
Edgeworth:
It's not that far-fetched to think that the end of this key was meant to be a butterfly. The key maker must've been a true patriot to have fashioned this after the national symbol.
Examine switch
Leads to:
"Ohoooo! Wow, that's amazing, sir! It's like some kind of magic trick!"
Gumshoe:
Ohoooo! Wow, that's amazing, sir! It's like some kind of magic trick!
Yatagarasu's Key data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
I knew it. This is the same exact piece of evidence that Ms. Yew took with her... I remember this beautiful pattern in the blade.
Franziska:
I remember this as well. It's a vine motif, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it looks like two interwoven vines, crisscrossing down the blade.
Gumshoe:
Vines, sirs? I think it looks like a bunch of stars, if you ask me. It's one of those six-sided stars, just like the police mark on our IDs!
Edgeworth:
I... really don't think you can call these stars. (...To say that the detective's art sense is underdeveloped would be an understatement.)
Franziska:
The real question is why was the Babahlese Embassy's secretariat holding this?
Edgeworth:
While we don't kow how Mr. Coachen came to possess this key... ...we do know that this was stolen by the Yatagarasu from the Cohdopian Embassy.
Franziska:
That's right. Mr. Faraday had written that fact down in his organizer.
Edgeworth:
I believe this means that further research is required into the country of Cohdopia.
Franziska:
Why don't you ask Ambassador Palaeno about what he knows? Supposedly, he was a candidate to be the next Cohdopian ambassador once long ago. He should be able to answer any specific questions you may have.
Pocket (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
It's the Yatagarasu's Key... I wonder how it managed to return here?
Gumshoe:
So this key was stolen by Calisto Yew seven years ago, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, although originally, it was stolen from this very building.
Gumshoe:
Well, then, maybe Ms. Yew just decided to bring it back.
Edgeworth:
I can't dismiss that possibility, however... (...it doesn't fit her modus operandi, given all of her other actions.)
Wound
Edgeworth:
It's a knife wound.
Franziska:
It's obvious what he was killed with, but I wonder if it's consistent with the wound?
Shih-na:
Indeed.
Knife
Edgeworth:
Is this knife the murder weapon...!?
Shih-na:
Some preliminary testing has been conducted. According to the results, the blood on that matches the victim's blood. The blade's shape was also found to be consistent with the stab wound.
Edgeworth:
I suppose this means that we now know that the crime was committed with this knife.
Gumshoe:
This knife's got some really fancy ornamentation going on, huh, sir? This thing practically screams "ARTSY!" at me, too! Although, it's also covered in blood, just like the last thing that I said was artsy...
Franziska:
Hmm, but the handle is pristine, there's not a single drop of blood on it. Speaking of the handle... I believe it has a butterfly motif (Motif on knife handle - A butterfly-shaped guard adorns the handle of the murder weapon.). It's very beautiful.
Edgeworth:
(So Mr. Coachen was stabbed to death in the middle of a raging fire...? What in the world happened inside this room?)
Knife data jotted down in my Organizer.
Shih-na and Kay
Edgeworth:
Kay, are you alright?
Kay:
You believe me, don't you, Mr. Edgeworth? You don't think I did it, alright!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, of course I don't. And I promise to prove that it wasn't you.
Shih-na:
That's enough chit-chat. You can investigate all you like, but it's only a matter of time before we take her in. It would be wise of you to give up while you can.
Edgeworth:
No, I don't think so. Kay isn't lying, and my investigation will prove that to be true.
Shih-na:
Go ahead and try then, if you're that confident.
Edgeworth:
(I can't allow this to continue on this way. I must prove her innocence post haste!)
Butterfly on wall
Gumshoe:
Heeeey! It's another butterfly!
Edgeworth:
I believe it is the symbol of the Republic of Babahl (Buttlerfly of Babahl - National symbol that adorns the national flag. Allebahst's flower is its counterpart.). A drawing this big on the wall of an embassy... It definitely conveys a sense of overwhelming patriotism.
Gumshoe:
Well, I've got a lot of patriotism, too, sir! The reason I became a cop in the first place was because I wanted to protect our country!
Edgeworth:
You may want to, Detective, however, I have yet to see the fruits of your desire.
Gumshoe:
Y-You don't have to be so blunt about it, sir!
Broken ceiling fan
Edgeworth:
This ceiling fan must've fallen from the ceiling.
Gumshoe:
A ceiling fan? What does one of those do?
Edgeworth:
Exactly what it sounds like it does; it's a fan that is installed on one's ceiling.
Gumshoe:
Well, if I had one of those in my room, I bet I'd go dizzy from staring at it as I slept.
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. In the real world, we close our eyes when we sleep.
Golden statue
Palaeno:
Because this is a national treasure, can I ask that you please not touch it? I'm afraid the only ones allowed to touch it are myself and the secretarist.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But there is a possibility that it is related to the murder, wouldn't you agree?
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth... Why don't we give up for now? We can force them to let us investigate it later when we find some solid proof!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose I don't have a choice here. (This must be one of the Primidux Statues Kay was talking about earlier. ............ Is it just me or does this man look just like the Steel Samurai? They could be twins.)
Babahl's Primidux Statue data jotted down in my Organizer.
Knife rack
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! There's still something on this display rack, sir!
Edgeworth:
Knives, huh... Although, the blades are all that remain of them, unfortunately.
Gumshoe:
I guess the handles all got burnt off by the fire.
Palaeno:
Ah... So even the knives fell victim to the fire...
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, are these knives yours?
Palaeno:
Why yes, they are. They are a special set of ornamental knives featuring the national symbol of Babahl. These butterfly-themed knives, along with Allebahst's own set of knives... ...are comprised of three knives each. But... But I can't believe the Babahlese ones have been reduced to this state...
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (Ornamental knives, huh? ...Hm? There's a small release on the tang of this blade.) Ambassador Palaeno, what is this notch here for...?
Palaeno:
Oh, that! It's a feature of these knives wherein you can freely exchange the handles on them. So that we can change how they look to fit the situation, of course.
Edgeworth:
I see. So these knives were constructed so that the handles could be easily removed.
Franziska von Karma
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Franziska:
Let me tell you something. You are currently my subordinate. And if you wish to convince everyone else of that, you will speak to me with respect!
Edgeworth:
(What's with the giddy glint in her eyes?) I don't think that will really be necessary, Franziska.
Franziska:
Oh, really? Well, it doesn't matter. It doesn't change the fact that you are still under me.
Edgeworth:
(I thought Franziska was flying around the world in pursuit of the smuggling case. So then, why is she here at this embassy (Franziska's return - Why is she here when she is supposed to be overseas in pursuit of a smuggling ring?)...?)
The murder
Franziska:
I was investigating at the Allebahstian Embassy when I got wind of this mess.
Edgeworth:
Ah, that's right. The Yatagarasu was due to appear at that embassy as well.
Franziska:
Yes, but the difference is that we didn't have a fire over there. Although, there was an incident at the Allebahstian Embassy as well... But I left Agent Lang in charge of that case and came over to the Babahlese Embassy.
Edgeworth:
Ah... So Agent Lang is here as well, huh?
Franziska:
I see you've met. Well, he's in the Allebahstian Embassy acting as body guard for Ambassador Alba. ...However, he seems to have a different reason for being there.
Yatagarasu (appears after The murder)
Franziska:
So the suspect in the murder that occurred in this office is that little girl, I see. Is she, perhaps, trying to be the Yatagarasu?
Gumshoe:
K-Kay would never harm a soul, sir!
Franziska:
...Kay?
Edgeworth:
You remember, do you not? About the case we investigated together seven years ago? That girl is the daughter of the victim in that case, Mr. Faraday.
Franziska:
! So she's that feisty little girl...
Edgeworth:
Kay has been on the trail of the Yatagarasu, which is how she ended up here... ...looking for the one who took her father's life.
Franziska:
...I see.
Gumshoe:
Kay's trying so hard, but you know what!? The Yatagarasu just keeps on tricking us all!
Edgeworth:
Hm...? How so?
Gumshoe:
The Yatagarasu sent a card saying, "I will be there to steal your dirtiest secret (Stealing of secret - The card warned that the Yatagarasu will steal the embassy's "dirtiest secret.")"... ...but all we've had is an arson and a murder! The lab boys are going in circles! You know what this is, sirs!? It's a breach of contract, and it's going on the rap sheet!
Franziska:
If you ask me, I'm perfectly fine with the fact that nothing was stolen tonight.
Edgeworth:
(I do wonder, though, if Calisto Yew really is the Yatagarasu...)
Smuggling (appears after Franziska Logic)
Edgeworth:
Franziska, when we last talked, you said that you were on the trail of a smuggling ring. I suppose the reason you are here right now is related to that?
Franziska:
...Yes. After analyzing the intel we've gathered from various countries... ...this embassy... rose to the top of our list of sites to investigate. And this is what tipped us off.
Edgeworth:
This accounting document...?
Franziska:
It's only one page of the whole thing, so we're not sure about all the details... ...however, it's enough for us to grab onto the tail of the beast. For you see... this type of paper was made only in the Kingdom of Cohdopia. Which means that somewhere in the countries of Allebahst and Babahl is the head! The one pulling the strings behind the entire smuggling ring!
Edgeworth:
(That's Franziska for you... She's amazing -- pursuing this case with all she has.)
Cohdopian Paper Document data jotted down in my Organizer.
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Franziska:
What about your Prosecutor's Badge? I have one, too, you know.
Edgeworth:
Ah, yes... So you do. But seeing as I'm not currently a proper prosecutor, I thought I'd give presenting it a try.
Franziska:
............ Is that any way for you to act towards your superior!?
Edgeworth:
As if threatening a whipping is the proper way of lecturing someone!
Yatagarasu's Key or Knife
Franziska:
Would you mind not pointing that in my direction? It's dangerous. And anyway, why are you showing it to me?
Edgeworth:
I have no particular reason...
Franziska:
!!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk!
Franziska:
If you have no reason! Don't you bring that dangerous object near me! Do you understand!?
Edgeworth:
! (I-Is she really that oblivious to the irony in that statement? She lets looses that dangerous whip of hers for no reason all the time!)
Notes on Coachen's Body
Franziska:
It appears that he died of a stab wound. Arngh!! Whoever did this had a lot of nerve! I just can't fathom what could've led the killer to turn a knife against a man!
Edgeworth:
And I just can't fathom what the prosecutor lashing out with her whip is thinking...
Cohdopian Paper Document
Franziska:
We were able to finally obtain this proof of the smuggling operation through Interpol. So remember to take extra care when handling it... my subordinate.
Edgeworth:
*sigh*... (She's enjoying the power trip of calling me her subordinate just a taaaad too much...)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Ms. von Karma, what do you think of this piece of evidence?
Franziska:
Hmph, well, since you asked so nicely as my subordinate, I'll answer you. However, as your superior, I also must make sure that my subordinates grow on the job. Therefore, please gather your own thoughts together first, and then try presenting again.
Edgeworth:
(A simple, "I don't have any thoughts about that" would be sufficed...)
Colias Palaeno
Palaeno:
I can't believe that Manny fell among thieves tonight... Without him, I have no idea what my schedule for tonight is.
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, I believe your schedule tonight will consist of... ...listening to reports from the police. That and only that. I ask you to cooperate not only for your own sake, but for Mr. Coachen's as well.
Palaeno:
...You're a rather strong man, aren't you? How fascinating! Here, I know it isn't much, but I'd like you to have these.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but it would be against my principles to accept a bribe.
Palaeno:
Oh, no, no. These are simply coupons we distribute to promote Babahl. Remember, we offer a large number of discounts and offers when you visit lovely Babahl!
Edgeworth:
(Now I remember. The Republic of Babahl is known for its feverish tourism industry...)
Manny Coachen
Edgeworth:
I was wondering if you might tell me a bit about the deceased, Manny Coachen.
Palaeno:
He was my secretary, and the embassy secretariat, charged with running the whole place. He was an admirable man. His death is a great loss to our country. He was in charge of everything, accounting, printing, taking care of our national treasures...
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but did you say "printing"?
Palaeno:
Our country's primary source of revenue is our tourism industry. So, in order for us to print the necessary pamphlets, flyers, coupons, etcetera... ...we have a printing press here at our embassy.
Edgeworth:
I see. Please excuse my forwardness, however... ...I feel I should mention that I have the distinct impression that I've met him before.
Palaeno:
! Oh, yes... Since you are of the legal profession, I suppose you just might have. After all, Manny was involved in the KG-8 Incident.
Edgeworth:
Th-The KG-8 Incident!?
Palaeno:
The defendant who was found innocent in that case was Manny.
Edgeworth:
So your Mr. Coachen is the same man as the one in that case...
Palaeno:
It's been 10 years. Manny recovered personally from that case, and dove enthusiastically into this job. He was the one who planned this event, and was to oversee this embassy's renovations. It really is a shame. He had such a bright future ahead of him.
Renovations (appears after Manny Coachen)
Edgeworth:
What exactly did you mean earlier by "renovations"?
Palaeno:
We can't have tourists and visitors to our embassy think we're a poor nation, can we? So renovating the embassy is something of an investment. We may have a rather paltry budget, but we're trying our best to make due. However... ...I guess the only person who could've helped us do our best is now no longer with us.
Cohdopia (appears after Manny Coachen and examining pocket)
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, I was wondering if I may ask you about Cohdopia.
Palaeno:
Cohdopia? Alright. What would you like to talk about?
Edgeworth:
First... I'd like to ask you about this key.
Palaeno:
Hm? What about this key?
Edgeworth:
I found it sticking out of Mr. Coachen's pocket. I believe it originally belonged to this embassy. Is that correct?
Palaeno:
Hmm... Upon closer inspection, it seems that this key is shaped like a butterfly.
Edgeworth:
That's not all about this key. It's also capable of changing into a knife.
Palaeno:
Oh! How fascinating!
Edgeworth:
(Is it possible that the ambassador didn't know about the existence of this key...?)
Palaeno:
...Hm? In its knife form, there is a flower mark at the base of the blade. Hmm... I guess this knife might be from when we used to be a part of Cohdopia.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And how did you come to that conclusion?
Palaeno:
It has both of Cohdopia's national symbols, the butterfly and the flower. I suppose Manny used this key here at the embassy (Key used at Embassy - This key was stolen from the Cohdopian Embassy 7 years ago by the Yatagarasu.) back when we were still Cohdopia.
Franziska:
Ambassador Palaeno, this key was stolen from the Cohdopian Embassy seven years ago... ...by Calisto Yew, otherwise known as the Great Thief Yatagarasu.
Palaeno:
! O-Oh, really?
Edgeworth:
You were not aware that Ms. Yew had broken into this embassy at that time?
Palaeno:
I'm sorry I can't be of much help. I'm not very familiar with the details, you see. I only became the ambassador after Babahl became its own independent nation. But if Manny were still alive, he would probably know about what happened back then...
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Coachen and Ms. Yew knew each other seven years ago... But that doesn't explain why I foind the Yatagarasu's Key here in the present.)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Palaeno:
Oh, is that a Prosecutor's Badge? It has a very cool design! Aha! I know! We should start selling items like this as souvenirs in Babahl! The tourists will absolutely go nuts over them!
Edgeworth:
(Please don't compare a proud symbol of my profession to a cheap souvenir...)
Embassy Guide
Palaeno:
Oh, isn't that about our great embassy? Ah... How do you like our pamphlets?
Edgeworth:
I feel indifferent about them, to be honest. I'm just using this as evidence.
Palaeno:
Oh, that's too bad... In that case, I guess we'll just have to try harder to make more charming ones! ! I-I just had a flash of inspiration! We should make all of our pamphlets into coupon books!
Edgeworth:
............ (His expectations of what a coupon can do is just a tad hyper-inflated.)
Notes on Coachen's Body or Knife
Palaeno:
Oh, dear... If people were to find out that a murder occurred at our embassy... ...the number of tourists would plummet, as would our revenues! It'd be disaster! What are we going to do...?
Edgeworth:
(He really does seem worried. Perhaps I should refrain from bringing this up...)
Babahl's Primidux Statue
Palaeno:
This statue resembles that hero, the Steel Samurai, don't you think? I was thinking, what would you say to changing its name to the "Steel Samurai Statue"? It just might attract a few more tourists to our country if I did, right?
Edgeworth:
I-I'm not sure what to think... (I thought that thing was a national treasure...)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, I was wondering if you might have some thoughts on this.
Palaeno:
I think that you would know more about the case than I. So let me make it up to you for not knowing anything about that with these coupons!
Edgeworth:
...Thank you, however, I feel I must decline.
Shelves
Edgeworth:
These shelves are lined with American souvenirs and memorabilia.
Gumshoe:
It's really strange isn't it? I mean, I thought this was the Babahlese Embassy! So, umm, why are there so many American souvenirs, sir?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps the Babahlese are studying American culture and our tourism industry...? If they have plans to make the Babahlese tourism industry truly flourish... ...then they would need to observe and study other countries' methods, I suppose.
Gumshoe:
Speaking of tourism, I got these from the blond guy earlier, sir. He said that if I bring these with me to Babahl, I can trade them in for a few buffets!
Edgeworth:
Oh? So, how do you expect to travel to Babahl?
Gumshoe:
Well, the whole world is connected by the oceans, sir! And for an all-you-can-eat buffet, I'd swim all the way to Babahl if I have to!
Edgeworth:
(Can a few simple coupons really motivate people to do such fantastic things?)
Burnt floor
Edgeworth:
There are still some burnt objects scattered on the floor.
Gumshoe:
Well, burnt things get burnt and then they become burnt things, you know?
Edgeworth:
No, because there is no way to prove that the burnt thing started out as a burnt thing.
Gumshoe:
Was it a burnt thing, or was it not? I have no idea what's what anymore, sir...
Edgeworth:
Yes, I suppose it's a bit hard for someone with a burnt-out light bulb to comprehend.
Grandfather clock
Edgeworth:
It looks like this was once a grand grandfather clock, but it has fallen victim to the fire.
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! Is it OK for me to talk about the clocks in my house, sir?
Edgeworth:
If they're unrelated to the case, I hope that you will refrain from sharing, but...
Gumshoe:
Well, there's this one clock that I made by myself, but the timer on it manages to auto...
Edgeworth:
That's quite enough, Detective.
Examine evidence
Blade on Yatagarasu's Key
Edgeworth:
There is a vine motif to the ornamentation on this table. Even if Detective Gumshoe claims to see a star motif in it. Between the blade and handle, there is a flower, and the key itself is a butterfly. This key was stolen by the Yatagarasu seven years ago from the Cohdopian Embassy... ...which suggests that this was made while Cohdopia still existed as a country.
Blade on Knife
Edgeworth:
So this is what took Mr. Coachen's life. Some of his blood is still on the blade.
Gumshoe:
Wow, I've been a detective for 7 years already? I've seen a lot of weapons in my days... ...but knives that were used to kill are always the hardest for me to bear.
Edgeworth:
Yes, unlike guns, this is one weapon where you're likely to find the victim's blood on it.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, just like how this one is practically drenched in it, huh, sir?
Edgeworth:
(Despite that, it looks like the blood managed to miss the handle somehow.)
Butterfly on knife
Edgeworth:
There is a lot of skilled detailing on this handle. I believe this is a butterfly.
Gumshoe:
This is one amazing ornamental knife. And I'm really glad that this beautiful butterfly wasn't ruined by blood.
Edgeworth:
There is not even a drop of blood on it. It really is quite exquisite. So much so that even you can understand its beauty, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Hey, why do you always have to look down on my tastes, sir!? I know what I like, and this is really well-crafted!
Edgeworth:
(Why do I look down on his tastes...? Because, my dear Detective, I'm afraid your tastes are usually quite questionable...) ! This knife... It would appear that the handle is removable.
Gumshoe:
I guess so people can change them whenever they feel like it. Sounds like fun, sir!
Edgeworth:
(I don't think people would remove the handle just for fun, Detective...)
(Conecting all possible Logic and examining golden statue and knife rack leads to:)
Shih-na:
...Are you done investigating?
Edgeworth:
..................
Shih-na:
You realize now, don't you? That this girl is the only one it could be. Now come along quietly, Yatagarasu... Kay Faraday. You are under arrest for the murder of Manny Coachen.
Kay:
M...Mr. Edgeworth! Please, you have to believe me! I didn't do it! I chased the fake Yatagarasu in here... and he... he was already...
Shih-na:
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I'd like to help you reduce the number of mistaken arrests Interpol makes.
Shih-na:
...What is that supposed to mean?
Edgeworth:
I believe I told you that Kay Faraday is not the culprit of this crime.
Shih-na:
...Very well. I suppose I have no choice. I'll show you just how foolish your claims are!
-- Why Arrest Kay? --
Shih-na:
Even your police confirmed that the Yatagarasu infiltrated the Babahlese embassy tonight.
Utilizing the confusion cause by the fire, the Yatagarasu snuck into this embassy.
Furthermore, this girl claims to be the Yatagarasu.
And most importantly, other than her, there was no one else in here with the body.
Edgeworth:
Your reason for suspecting Kay is because you think she is the Yatagarasu?
Shih-na:
...Exactly. But it isn't just me. She calls herself the Yatagarasu.
Kay:
Argh! Look, how many times do I have to tell you!? I was only out to capture the fake Yatagarasu!
Shih-na:
Imposter or not... it matters not. A Yatagarasu is a Yatagarasu.
Edgeworth:
Very well. Then I shall prove that Kay is not the Yatagarasu who killed Mr. Manny Coachen!
Shih-na:
...Go ahead and try. Show me what the prosecutors of this country are made of.
Rebuttal
-- Why Arrest Kay? --
Shih-na:
Even your police confirmed that the Yatagarasu infiltrated the Babahlese embassy tonight.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
They may have confirmed it, but are you telling me that no one could catch the thief? If so, you're basically admitting that the Yatagarasu that committed murder eluded us!
Shih-na:
......... Of course, I chased after the Yatagarasu that entered the Babahlese Embassy right away. And that is also why I'm making this arrest right now. Because at the end of my long chase... there was only this girl.
Edgeworth:
Nnnghoooh!
Shih-na:
In any case, this is what I believe happened tonight.
Shih-na:
Utilizing the confusion cause by the fire, the Yatagarasu snuck into this embassy.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The confusion caused by the fire...? Are you saying... that the Yatagarasu was not the arsonist who started the fire?
Shih-na:
A suspicious person in a long coat was spotted in the area. Officers in the area claim to have seen that person start the fire.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... It sounds like we have a phantom in our midst.
Gumshoe:
Umm... Yeah...
Edgeworth:
(In a way... he could be considered a phantom, with the way he randomly appears.)
Shih-na:
Furthermore, this girl claims to be the Yatagarasu.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Just because she calls herself that, it doesn't prove that she is a killer.
Shih-na:
No, but it does give her a motive. The Yatagarasu sent a card saying, "I will be there to steal your dirtiest secret." Furthermore, there are documents pertaining to some smuggling activity in this room. She obviously wanted to steal them... ...so she killed Mr. Coachen for the key.
Edgeworth:
I see... (Her logic is very sound. I expected nothing less of Agent Lang's secretary. However, that statement just now didn't sound right. It might just be the opening I need.)
Add statement:
"She wanted to steal documents regarding smuggling, so she killed Mr. Coachen for the key."
Shih-na:
She wanted to steal documents regarding smuggling, so she killed Mr. Coachen for the key.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, you're claiming that Kay knew that a foreign country's embassy had such documents?
Shih-na:
As stated in the calling card, the Yatagarasu was out to steal a "dirty secret"... ...which means that the goal tonight was to steal those smuggling activity documents.
Kay:
You have it all wrong! It was the fake that sent that card!
Shih-na:
...Your words are meaningless. If you are truly innocent, then let's see some proof.
Kay:
Umm... Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! I leave it to you to handle this!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'd rather you did. (The Yatagarasu's goal, huh...)
Shih-na:
You can claim she's innocent, but you can't change the facts I've already outlined.
Present Yatagarasu's Key or Cohdopian Paper Document
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Agent Shih-na. I regret to inform you, but there is a flaw in your logic."
Shih-na:
And most importantly, other than her, there was no one else in here with the body.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I really don't think that being the first to discover the body makes her the killer by default.
Shih-na:
No, but if you saw the self-purported Yatagarasu standing in front of a body... ...wouldn't you get a little suspicious yourself?
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! Even so... I'll still listen to what that person had to say before I passed judgement!
Franziska:
Hah, are you talking about yourself and those times when you were under suspicion?
Edgeworth:
I think the pain of being falsely accused is something you really should experience.
Gumshoe:
I, personally, know that feeling really well, sir!
Kay:
And given my situation, I now know exactly what it's like, too!
Franziska:
I'm fine with never experiencing it, ever.
Shih-na:
...Are you done with your little group conference?
Edgeworth:
(So Agent Shih-na suspects Kay of murder simply because Kay is the Yatagarasu. But if I can prove that the Yatagarasu's goal is not related to murder... ...then I may be able to begin to reason with her!)
Edgeworth:
Agent Shih-na. I regret to inform you, but there is a flaw in your logic.
Shih-na:
Oh?
Edgeworth:
Even if you claim that she is the killer, and the Yatagarasu... ...I am certain that securing the smuggling documents is not the motive behind the murder! The key to the safe in this room was found on Mr. Coachen's body. Furthermore, the Yatagarasu would not be so stupid as to leave without the documents.
Shih-na:
.........!
Edgeworth:
By the simple fact that the documents were still in the safe when we looked... ...it's obvious that the killer's target was not the safe at all!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Then perhaps she didn't know that Mr. Coachen had the key on him.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If that's the case, then why would she have needed to kill him? Because I can think of no reason for her to kill him if she had not known that fact!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Need, reason... All of this is simply our conjecturing after the fact. It's entirely possible that she accidentally killed him when she was sneaking him.
Edgeworth:
.........!
Shih-na:
Perhaps she didn't notice the safe's second compartment before returning the key.
Edgeworth:
Arngh!
Shih-na:
But the fact still remains... that Mr. Coachen was stabbed to death.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But you have no definitive proof that it was Kay who committed the act!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
...Actually, I do. I saw her holding the knife she used on the victim with my own eyes.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What...!?
Shih-na:
...Allow me to tell you a bit more about the evidence that will put her away behind bars.
-- Definitive Evidence --
Shih-na:
The knife wound on the body is consistent with the blade of the knife.
The knife with the butterfly handle is the murder weapon, which the killer is holding.
I assume she obtained the knife from the display rack and used it on the victim.
The knife is part of a special 3-piece set, which has a design like no other.
The evidence and testimony, it all points to the girl. There is no counterargument.
Edgeworth:
Nnnnnrrrrrgh... Th-That is your definitive evidence...!?
Shih-na:
You see now that she is definitely the killer, right?
Kay:
No! Mr. Edgeworth, you've gotta believe me! I saw a suspicious person in a long black coat outside the Embassy, I swear!
Edgeworth:
And you came in here because you were chasing this suspicious person?
Kay:
That's right. I ran into this office only because I was chasing after that person... But when I entered the room, it was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. I felt something on the ground next to my foot, so I turned on the lights, but then...
Kay:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
???:
...Who's there!?
Shih-na:
This is...
Shih-na:
I came to this room upon hearing the girl's scream. And when I saw her holding the knife, I immediately restrained her.
Edgeworth:
So the object Kay felt by her feet on the floor was the murder weapon...!?
Shih-na:
I had the knife analyzed right away, but we failed to find anyone prints on it.
Kay:
But the suspicious person in the black coat who came into this room before me...!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
You continue to insist there was such a person, but if there was, where did they go?
Kay:
That... I don't know. But I know they came in here!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
That sounds like the desperate excuses of a suspected killer, not a trustworthy testimony. You understand, don't you? We can't trust this girl's words, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! (She has a point. Even if Kay's words are the truth... ...I must show that they are with some solid evidence!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... I really didn't...!
Edgeworth:
! Kay... Don't worry. If you didn't do it, then there must exist a way for me to prove that.
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Still not giving up, I see. In that case, try to counter my argument, if you can.
Edgeworth:
Don't worry, I can and I will!
Rebuttal
-- Definitive Evidence --
Shih-na:
The knife wound on the body is consistent with the blade of the knife.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Does this mean that you already have the results back?
Shih-na:
We have confirmed that the shape of the Babahlese knife's blade matches the wound. Please don't confuse the efficiency of Interpol's forensics teams with your own.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I won't if you don't underestimate our police force. And so we're clear, I'd hardly say your logic is sound, which you will see in a bit.
Shih-na:
If you can prove me wrong... please, by all means go ahead.
Edgeworth:
That has been my intention all along. Now, let us return to your testimony.
Shih-na:
The knife with the butterfly handle is the murder weapon, which the killer is holding.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You mean to say that you saw Kay holding the murder weapon with your own eyes?
Shih-na:
I was also on the search for the Yatagarasu. When I heard that girl's scream coming from this room, I rushed over straight way. When I arrived, I saw that girl standing there motionless with the knife in her hands.
Kay:
But I already told you! I only came in here because I was also after the Yatagarasu! The suspicious person I saw came into this room! But when I entered, it was pitch dark. I felt something by my foot on the floor, so I turned on the lights, and then...
Edgeworth:
...You found out that it was the murder weapon at your feet.
Shih-na:
How many times do I have to tell you? We can't trust the words of a suspect.
Edgeworth:
The only thing you'll accept is evidence, is it?
Shih-na:
That's the only acceptable way to counter an agent of Interpol on the scene of a crime.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... Do you have some kind of evidence that can prove me innocent...?
Edgeworth:
I think I do, because there is one piece of evidence I find to be a bit... interesting. (I think I need to carefully examine that piece of evidence again.)
Present Babahlese Knife
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So the murder weapon was the knife with the butterfly design on it."
Shih-na:
I assume she obtained the knife from the display rack and used it on the victim.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I ask that you please refrain from speculation!
Shih-na:
It's a sound hypothesis derived from the evidence. ...There's no room for debate.
Edgeworth:
Arngh!
Hold it!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth, know that an ungraceful loss will not be tolerated, my subordinate. Now, rebut her hypothesis with factual logic. Otherwise, what was your investigation for?
Edgeworth:
Yes, you are correct. Thank you.
Franziska:
Heh... Helping a subordinate out with advice is the job of any good superior.
Edgeworth:
(She seems to be rather enjoying herself. But she is correct, none the less.) Agent Shih-na, please continue with your testimony.
Shih-na:
The knife is part of a special 3-piece set, which has a design like no other.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
About the three-piece set, is there really no other like it?
Shih-na:
Let's ask Ambassador Palaeno for more details, shall we?
Palaeno:
The knives are indeed special. They have the butterfly, the symbol of the Republic of Babahl, engraved on them. And because there are only three of them in the world, they are very, very valuable.
Edgeworth:
(The national symbol, huh? Well, the knives are covered in the butterfly design...)
Palaeno:
Along with the Allebahstian set, our respective countries only have three knives each.
Edgeworth:
I see...
Shih-na:
Are you satisfied now? If so, let's continue.
Shih-na:
The evidence and testimony, it all points to the girl. There is no counterargument.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
No, I believe there is still room for debate, and I'll thank you to not decide that for me.
Shih-na:
I didn't decide anything for you. I'm merely looking at reality the way it is.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Are you sure you're not just viewing the facts through rose-colored glasses?
Shih-na:
............
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... I think she's mad at you.
Edgeworth:
...Perhaps. (But our definitions of reality are a tad different.)
Shih-na:
...Are the two of you done chatting?
Edgeworth:
Agent Shih-na's proof is the Babahlese knife that Kay was allegedly holding.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... So, um, how are you going to prove that Kay didn't do it, sir?
Edgeworth:
If Agent Shih-na wants to suspect Kay merely because Kay was the only one here... ...then I must show with evidence that Kay couldn't have committed the murder!
Gumshoe:
Um, but do you have such evidence, sir?
Edgeworth:
Yes. There is one piece of evidence that seems very unnatural to me. ...And I believe it is my duty to point that out to Agent Shih-na.
Edgeworth:
So the murder weapon was the knife with the butterfly design on it. But is that really the truth?
Shih-na:
What are you getting at?
Edgeworth:
I'd like for you to take a look at this. There is blood on the blade, and yet, there's not a speck of blood on the middle. This signifies that at the time of the crime, a different handle was attached to this blade. The knife that Kay was holding... ...had its handle switched, and was, in fact, not the real murder weapon!
Shih-na:
It wasn't... the real murder weapon!?
Edgeworth:
This knife can be taken apart. Shall we give it a go?
Examine butterfly
Leads to:
"As you can see, the Babahlese knife has now been disassembled into two parts."
Edgeworth:
As you can see, the Babahlese knife has now been disassembled into two parts. The killer must have pulled the murder weapon out of the victim's body... ...and proceeded to swap the knife's original handle with this butterfly one. It was all to create the illusion that Mr. Coachen was killed with the butterfly-themed knife!
Shih-na:
Uurrnngh... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
(This should clear up any and all suspection surrounding Kay.)
Babahlese Knife Handle data jotted down in my Organizer.
Shih-na:
Your argument isn't airtight yet!
Examine evidence
Blade on Knife
Edgeworth:
There is quite a bit of Mr. Coachen's blood on this blade. Thanks to being a prosecutor, I guess I have become accustomed to seeing blood...
Handle on knife
Edgeworth:
It's an engraving of the national symbol of the Kingdom of Allebahst... ...which is a flower. Though hidden by the handle, it shows that the knife was conceived in patriotism.
Butterfly on Babahlese Knife Handle
Edgeworth:
A knife handle with a butterfly on it. I wonder where the blade that this should be attached to is...?
Edgeworth:
How so?
Shih-na:
It's possible... that the girl herself is the one who switched the handles.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Don't be ridiculous! For what purpose would she do such a thing!?
Shih-na:
I don't care to know how a criminal thinks. The way they view the world is beyond the comprehension of a normal person like myself. Therefore, I wouldn't put anything past them, no matter how odd it may seem.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Heh. The truth is right there in front of you, and this knife will show you the way! You will come to see that Kay is not and could not have been Mr. Coachen's killer!
Examine blade
Edgeworth:
There is quite a bit of Mr. Coachen's blood on this blade. Thanks to being a prosecutor, I guess I have become accustomed to seeing blood... But this is not what is important right now!
Examine handle
Leads to:
"What is this mark on here?"
Shih-na:
What is this mark on here?
Edgeworth:
It's the mark of a flower. I assume you know what this means?
Shih-na:
No, not really. Butterflies rest on flowers all the time to drink their sweet nectar.
Edgeworth:
...And so they do. (However, would this butterfly really drink the nectar of this flower? The answer is clearly... not a chance! Now to prove the relationship between the butterfly and the flower with this!)
Present Embassy Guide
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"! Y-You can't be serious...!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence will make everything clear to you!
Shih-na:
I can't quite figure out what you're trying to prove with that.
Edgeworth:
I! That is...
Franziska:
If you are that uncertain, then I demand you try again!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... Yes, that's exactly what I was about to do. (It would appear that this piece of evidence was not sufficient enough. I should think this over once again, calmly and rationally... The flower mark engraved into the blade... and the butterfly on the handle... There must be something that can put these two symbols into the correct context for us!)
Leads back to:
"(Now to prove the relationship between the butterfly and the flower with this!)"
Shih-na:
! Y-You can't be serious...!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... It appears that you've made the connection. The flower on this blade is designed after a certain country's national symbol. That's right... The Kingdom of Allebahst. In other words... This blade is from one of Allebahst's ornamental knives!
Shih-na:
Aah!
Edgeworth:
This part of the knife handle... ...has Babahl's national symbol of the butterfly on it. Therefore, it is undeniably Babahlese in origin! But as we both know, you can't kill someone with just a knife handle. Incidentally, when exactly did the murder occur again, Agent Shih-na?
Shih-na:
Ack! After the fire had broken out...
Edgeworth:
That's right. Kay entered the Babahlese Embassy after the fire had taken place. Furthermore, she had not been to the Allebahstian side of the building before then. On top of that, not a single person passed between the two countries during the fire... ...which means that Kay could not have transported an Allebahstian object over here! This makes it impossible for her to be the true killer!
Shih-na:
..................!
Gumshoe:
Whooooop! Way to go Mr. Edgeworth, sir! What a great victory!
Edgeworth:
..................
Franziska:
..................
Shih-na:
..................
Gumshoe:
Huh? Hey, why is everyone so quiet...?
Edgeworth:
(I'm happy we got this far and cleared Kay's name... ...but what worries me now is what will happen next.)
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
What is the meaning of this!? An Allebahstian knife, here...!?
Edgeworth:
Do you mean... how did this find its way to the Republic of Babahl? It didn't just find its way over. Rather, we should focus on how it was smuggled over!
Kay:
You know what!? My brain hurts thinking about it while we're just standing around! Thinking while you're on the run? Now THAT'S the way a real Great Thief operates!
Edgeworth:
Kay...?
Kay:
Oh, thanks a bunch, Mr. Edgeworth! For proving me innocent, I mean! You believed in me the whole time, right? Tell me you did!
Edgeworth:
Umm, not really, but...
Kay:
Ha ha. Come on, you don't have to be shy about it!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
...Your argument is still not airtight.
Edgeworth:
Would you care to elaborate?
Shih-na:
I understand now that the girl didn't commit the murder. However, there is still the possibility that she is the Yatagarasu.
Kay:
That again!? Look, how many times do I have to explain it to you!? I am the real Yatagarasu! I'm not like that fake one that goes around setting fires, OK!?
Shih-na:
Whether you're the real deal or a fake, it doesn't really matter. All I have to say is this: I have my suspicions that this girl is the one who started the fire.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Preposterous! On what grounds do you suspect her of such a thing!?
Shih-na:
The fact that she calls the Yatagarasu. That in itself is a more elegant proof.
Kay:
Ms. Shih-na.
Shih-na:
Yes?
Kay:
I... have no intention of taking back any of what I've said.
Shih-na:
...?
Kay:
I am the Great Thief Yatagarasu. And I refuse to allow some imposter to claim that name as their own! The path of justice that my father pointed me towards... I will talk it the best I can!
Shih-na:
It's not good to be so stubborn. I hope you can understand that.
Kay:
Thanks a lot for the concern, Ms. Shih-na! Let me share something with you, too, as a token of my appreciation! Those sunglasses totally do nothing for you, so I'll steal them from you next time, OK!?
Shih-na:
Wh--!?
Kay:
Well, I guess we'd better get going!
Franziska:
Going...? To where?
Kay:
To the Kingdom of Allebahst! If we don't go, we won't know for sure, right?
Franziska:
I suppose not... We won't get anywhere simply by standing here thinking. To see where the Allebahstian knife came from... ...we'll have to pay the Allebahstian Embassy a visit. Let's go, Miles Edgeworth. As you are my subordinate... I will not tolerate you bringing the investigation to a halt.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Understood.
To be continued.
March 14, 7:44 PMTheatrum NeutralisLobby
MIB:
Count off!
1! 1! 1! 1! 1! 1! 1! 1! ...1! 1!
MIB:
Shifu! 99 callouts! So all 99 members are most likely here and accounted for, sir!
Lang:
...Hey, you. Yeah, you, the second #1 from my right.
Officer:
Sir! Yes, sir!?
Lang:
Here... A birthday present for you.
Officer:
Wha...??
MIB:
Shifu! I didn't know that you knew all of our birthdays...!
Officer:
What a kind heart you have! Shifu, you are more of a man than we'll ever be, sir!
Officer:
Umm... I'm really sorry, but it's not my birthday...
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "A cub who dis-respects others soon feels the disciplinary bite of an elder." That present isn't for you. It's for your younger brother's wife's younger brother. ...Tell him I said "hi", and "happy birthday", won't you?
Officer:
Y...Yes, sir!
MIB:
Shifu! I can't believe you remember that much about each of us!
Officer:
Shifu! I... I'm so moved that I can't stop crying!
Edgeworth:
(...I should probably leave them to their "alone time".)
Lang:
Alright, meeting's over. Everyone... head for your posts! Dismissed!
Sir!
Lang:
Yo, were you guys there the whole time? I got a call from Shih-na, and she's already filled me in. It sounds like you're out to get in my way again.
Edgeworth:
I have absolutely no intention of interrupting your investigation. I simply request that you grant me permission to investigate the Allebahstian Embassy.
Lang:
Hmph. And what if I say no?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Agent Lang! This man is my subordinate. As I have received permission from the ambassador, he is to be extended the same rights.
Lang:
Sorry, sis, but it's not that simple. Allebahst has the strictest immigration regulations in the world, or didn't you know? Even among my elite men, about only half of them were admitted into the country. Besides, any more cooks in the kitchen, and we might spoil the soup, if you get what I mean.
Franziska:
How dare you make such assumptions!?
Lang:
Don't take this the wrong way, but I thought I was in charge of Allebahst, Ms. von Karma.
Franziska:
Grrr!
Lang:
Look, try to understand, OK? Things over in Allebahst are a bit of a mess right now.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by "a bit of a mess"?
Lang:
No one told you? We had an "incident" in Allebahst as well. This is what we call a decision based on the investigation, Mr. Prosecutor.
Kay:
Look, Wolfy! Just let us in already!
Hold it!
???:
Is there a problem here, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Not really. Just having a "discussion" about whether or not to let these guys in.
Franziska:
Ambassador Alba, I ask that you please allow these people to join in the investigation.
Alba:
Having a debate because of my country... I'm terribly sorry for placing you good people in that kind of situation... It is all because I lacked the strength to govern well.
Edgeworth:
Please, it is nothing of the sort, Ambassador...
Alba:
You weakling, Quercus! Curse your frailty and inability to affect change in your country!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are you--!?
Alba:
The thing is, investigations conducted in my country have been under Agent Lang. And it is my judgement that in order to minimize disruption in the investigation... ...I should leave everything up to Agent Lang.
Lang:
...There, you see?
Kay:
Oh, no way!
Hold it!
Palaeno:
Ambassador Alba, I ask you to please reconsider letting them into Allebahst.
Alba:
What's that...?
Palaeno:
My very own secretary has been murdered in the Babahlese Embassy. And he was apparently caught up in some very shady dealings completely unbeknownst to me. So I ask for your cooperation in our investigation. These aren't much, but I hope they can cover your travel expenses to Babahl someday.
Lang:
Alright, alright. I get it. Even if you beg Ambassador Alba, I still have to give the final OK anyway.
Kay:
Alright! You hear that, Mr. Edgeworth!? We're in!
Lang:
Not so fast, my little crow-girl. You're still a witness in the Babahl murder. So I'd like you to please stay in the Republic of Babahl.
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. Please take good care of Kay for me.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Lang:
Sounds good to me. The fewer troublemakers, the better.
Kay:
......... *rasp!*
Gumshoe:
*rasp!*
Kay:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Kay:
So I wanted to ask for a while now, but... ...that lady over there, is she who I think she is!?
Edgeworth:
Ah, that's right. I didn't introduce the two of you yet.
Franziska:
Franziska von Karma, the prosecutorial prodigy. ...It's nice to see you again.
Kay:
Ooh, I knew it! You're the whip lady!
Franziska:
.........You may address me as Ms. von Karma.
Kay:
Ms. von Karma, I leave the investigation of Allebahst in your hands!
Franziska:
Thanks. Rest assured, I will outsmart both the smuggling ring and the Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
(The smuggling ring, huh... Perhaps I should ask Franziska a bit more about them before I head into Allebahst. Ah, and I mustn't forget to thank Ambassador Palaeno for all that he has done for me.)
Guard on left door
Guard:
You have been granted permission to enter by Ambassador Alba. Please, feel free to enter the Flower Nation, the Kingdom of Allebahst.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, The "Flower Nation", you say? 
Guard:
Yes, it does! Our rose garden, which is in full bloom right now, is really something else!
Edgeworth:
Oh, if only it wasn't. I could enjoy myself a bit more then.
Allebahstian flag
Edgeworth:
The national flag of the Kingdom of Allebahst is on display here. The crest on it features a flower. The knife with the flower design on it that we found in the Babahlese Embassy... It would appear that it is definitely connected to the Kingdom of Allebahst.
Left window
Edgeworth:
(I can see the courtyard and the Allebahstian Embassy through this window. But this side is under the same dire straits as the Babahlese side. An incident has occurred on both sides of this one building. Why must fate make everything in my life so full of complexities?)
Flowers on left
Edgeworth:
These flowers are a gift from the Gatewater Imperial Hotel. It appears that their business has boomed since they became a Steel Samurai sponsor.
Franziska von Karma
Edgeworth:
You've made so much progress in your investigation in such a short period of time. It's truly amazing.
Franziska:
Agent Hicks, whose help I had requested, was cut down before he completed his task. There is no room for further failure in my perfect investigation.
Edgeworth:
......... In spite of that, I believe you were able to obtain some insight into the ring, correct?
Franziska:
It was nothing. I simply made some deductions based on the smuggled item I was following.
Edgeworth:
You mean the Babahlese ink? But why are there restrictions on the export of Babahlese ink to begin with?
Franziska:
That's classified Interpol infor...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Franziska! As your subordinate, I'm a part of your investigation now. Don't you think it would be beneficial if I was as well-informed as you?
Franziska:
.........Point taken. Very well, I'll fill you in. Recently. we discovered some very well-made counterfeit bills circulating in Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
Counterfeit bills?
Franziska:
Yes... As you may have deduced... ...the counterfeits are being made with Babahl's special Babahlese ink. And it's virtually impossible to distinguish bills made with Babahlese ink from real ones. Thus, it was only natural for Interpol to keep an eye on the Republic of Babahl.
Edgeworth:
That's where this document comes into play, correct?
Franziska:
Correct. Mr. Coachen was smuggling large amounts of Babahlese ink. Furthermore, he was charged with running the Embassy's printing equipment. That's all the evidence I need to know that he was the head of the smuggling ring. However, there remains one tiny problem.
Edgeworth:
Let me guess. You still have yet to find the counterfeit bills or the smuggled ink?
Franziska:
Yes, and while we're listening things, I might as well add the counterfeit plates to the pile. Since we haven't been able to locate any of these items in the Babahlese Embassy... ...we're looking into the Allebahstian Embassy next. It doesn't matter where they're hidden, mark my words, I will find them.'
Counterfeit Bills data jotted down in my Organizer.
Colias Palaeno
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, I am in your debt.
Palaeno:
No, no, it's nothing. Because it's about all I can do for you, I'm afraid. I only ask that you please bring Manny's killer to justice.
Edgeworth:
I will, Ambassador. On my honor.
Palaeno:
Wooow, you're so sensational! You've really piqued my curiosity! I know they aren't much, but know that I'm giving them to you wholeheartedly.
Edgeworth:
No, that's quite alright.
Palaeno:
Oh, well... How about this, then?
Edgeworth:
And what exactly is it?
Palaeno:
It's fountain pen ink. Known as "Babahlese ink", it's made exclusively in Babahl.
Edgeworth:
So this is Babahlese ink...
Palaeno:
We make it from whitcrystal oil, which is mined through our mineral mines. Please accept this ink. One dip of your fountain pen in this... ...and you can write for hours in your organizer.
Edgeworth:
How fortunate for me. The ink in my pen just happened to have run out. I gladly accept your gracious gift.
Babahlese Ink data jotted down in my Organizer.
Palaeno:
Great! Wonderful! I guarantee to you that writing with our ink is an unforgettable experience. And since we don't export it... ...if you run out, you're always welcome to come and visit our fair nation!
Edgeworth:
(Talk about cornering the customer along with the market...)
Pamphlets
Edgeworth:
There are stacks of pamphlets about the two embassies here.
Palaeno:
Oh, Mr. Edgeworth. Please take as many as you would like! You'll find that you can cut out the last page and use it as a coupon.
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid I must decline, as I have little interest in them.
Palaeno:
Wait, I thought Americans loves coupons? That man in the green coat earlier was beyond ecstatic when I gave him some.
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, I ask that you please not think of him as representative of all Americans.
Door on middle
Edgeworth:
The Steel Samurai and Jammin' Ninja stage shows were held just beyond these doors. After the Jammin' Ninja's show ended, we came out here, and were greeted with a fire... ...then the appearance of the Yatagarasu, and a murder; we're far from solving anything yet.
Kay Faraday
Edgeworth:
Kay... I'm glad you were not hurt, but please refrain from such recklessness, alright? What if you had run into the Yatagarasu? You could've been killed.
Kay:
Sorry to make you worry like that... I'll be more careful from now on.
Edgeworth:
Good girl. It's good to conduct some self-reflection every once in a while.
Kay:
Eheheheh... It's funny, you know. When I talk with you, Mr. Edgeworth... ...it's like I'm talking with my father.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I-Is that so...? (Do I really seem that old to her...?)
Dick Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, I'm counting on you to keep Kay safe.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! You just leave eeeeeverything to me, sir!
Kay:
And don't worry, I'll take good care of Gummy for you!
Gumshoe:
We'll go investigate into the Babahl side of things together! Right, Kay!?
Kay:
That's right, Gummy!
Edgeworth:
(...All they're missing is the last stooge.)
Table
Edgeworth:
There is a flat-panel, a VCR, and a row of Steel Samurai videos on this table. There might be a clue among these... I had better check the titles of these videos. My my, the things I put myself through for the sake of the investigation.
Flowers on right
Edgeworth:
These flowers are a gift from Global Studios. They seem to be prospering quite a bit, thanks to their constant stream of hit shows.
Right window
Edgeworth:
(The Babahlese Embassy is just outside this window. The burn marks on it look pretty bad. It's a shame that they were in the middle of renovations. The fire did little to help there. And behind me, Ambassador Palaeno's dry smile hides the tears in his eyes...)
Babahlese flag
Edgeworth:
The national flag of the Republic of Babahl is on display here. The crest on it features a butterfly. The Babahlese Embassy, which sits to the right of the theater... ...and the Allebahstian Embassy which sits to the left... Something has happened in each of the two embassies. I sense that unconventional methods will be required to solve both of these mysteries.
Guard on right door
Edgeworth:
Hmm... May I ask you to please move out of the way?
Guard:
I'm sorry, sir, but we are currently clearing the area beyond of fallen, burnt brush. I ask for your patience until we are done.
Edgeworth:
Very well... Oh, and I hope the brush-clearing goes smoothly.
(Talking with Franziska and Palaeno leads to:)
Edgeworth:
Well, shall we get going?
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What's wrong, Kay?
Kay:
I didn't get permission to enter Allebahst... ...so we're going to go gather whatever info we can over on the Babahlese side, OK!?
Edgeworth:
Alright, I'm counting on you two.
Kay:
Right, and I'm counting on you and Ms. von Karma to sniff out clues in Allebahst! Oh, and Mr. Edgeworth! If you happen to come across my phony, you let me know, OK!? If you tell me, I'll rush on over straight away no matter where you are!
Edgeworth:
.................. I'll let you know when the time comes.
March 14, 8:17 PMAllebahstian EmbassyAmbassador's Office
Edgeworth:
(...Hm?) Gwoooooooh!
Franziska:
What do you think you're doing to my subordinate!?
Edgeworth:
Y...You're...!
???:
Edgey...! Oh, thank the heavens you're here...! I'm in a really, really big pickle, Your Lordship! The Raven, it appeared, poof! And then disappeared, swoosh! And though I am the Steel Samurai, my sword, it... Waaaaaaaaah! I'm so confused, I don't know what anything means anymore!
Franziska:
Who is this fruitcake!?
Larry:
I am Larry of the House of Butz: Married Man of Neo Olde Tokyo, m'lady!
Franziska:
Now I remember. This... person is one of your friends, isn't he, Miles?
Edgeworth:
Yes, frighteningly enough... he is.
Larry:
Hey! What's up with that answer!? your best bud is in a bind, and you act like it's no big deal!
Edgeworth:
What sort of "bind" are we talking about here...?
Larry:
The suspect kind! I accidentally became a suspect in a murdeeeeeer!
Edgeworth:
I see. That is quite the bind.
Franziska:
...Not that we're in the least bit surprised.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I pretty much expected this news... ...from the instant I saw this unlucky face. (His name is Larry Butz. I've known him since grade school, and for as long as I've known him... ...he has been the world's largest source of Trouble with a capital T.)
Larry:
Hey! What kind of introduction is that!? You're so mean, Edgey! If you're not careful, you might find your tiny number of friends go down by one!
Edgeworth:
That was uncalled for. Besides, you're............ Wait, hold on. Laaaaaaryyyy! It was you!? YOU'RE the one who wrote my Steel Samurai autograph!?
Larry:
Hm? Oh, you didn't notice earlier? I even winked at you through my headpiece.
Franziska:
.........What's going on? And why are you beet-red?
Edgeworth:
Sorry... but could you not speak to me right now...?
Hold it!
Lang:
Oh, sorry, am I interrupting your comical, yet melodramatic play?
Edgeworth:
! .........Aha. So this is the incident you mentioned earlier.
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor, this man... this childhood friend of yours... is our prime suspect. Of what, you ask? Of the murder of a man who had snuck into this embassy, Mask☆DeMasque II!
Edgeworth:
Mask☆DeMasque II...? .................. (Only Larry could get himself into yet another mess as fine as this. But no matter what the facts seem to say, Larry is not the type to commit murder. Still, it's a rather daunting stroke of misfortune I've struck. I have to prove... that Larry Butz is innocent of all wrongdoing!)
MIB:
Shifu! We've identified the victim!
Lang:
Good work. I'll take that report now.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, would you mind if I took a peek at it as well?
Lang:
What did I tell you earlier, Mr. Prosecutor? Don't get in my way! There's only enough flesh here to feed one wolf, and that one is me! So, no, you may not take a "peek".
Edgeworth:
But Agent Lang...!
Hold it!
Badd:
...Agent Lang. Will you... allow an investigator such as myself... to take a look?
Lang:
Ah, yes. Of course. ...You, let the detective see the file.
Edgeworth:
You're... Detective Badd!
Badd:
You're... the prosecutor, Mr. Edgeworth, right?
Edgeworth:
Fancy meeting you here, Detective.
Badd:
You weren't expecting me...? Ever since that day seven years ago... I've chased after the Yatagarasu... non-stop. I even pressured Interpol... into keeping me in the loop... in case a card was ever found.
Edgeworth:
(What incredible dedication to the case.)
Lang:
Detective Badd knows the Yatagarasu's M. O. very well. And his passion for the chase hasn't died down in these seven long years. It's something... I can respect. But, Detective Badd, I must ask: are you going to make an ally out of this prosecutor?
Badd:
My only goal is to arrest the Yatagarasu. If he can get to the bottom of this case, then I'm willing to share info with him.
Edgeworth:
I am in your debt, Detective Badd.
Initial investigation
Edgeworth:
About the murder of DeMasque II... Would you be willing to fill me in on a few of the details?
Badd:
When the Yatagarasu showed up... Agent Lang and I took ourselves off guard duty... ...and put ourselves in charge of directing things... at this crime scene. Taking advantage of the chaos... ...DeMasque II... he broke into this embassy... Probably... to steal some treasure or another...
Edgeworth:
And I suppose he lost his life when he was forced to fight someone else in this room?
Suspect (appears after Initial investigation)
Edgeworth:
Why exactly was that man placed under arrest, Detective?
Badd:
That... samurai?
Edgeworth:
He was born looking suspicious, but not for the reasons you suspect, I assure you. As you can plainly see, he is completely harmless.
Badd:
Well, it was just a random guess... It's not like he's actually under arrest... Tonight... here, at the Allebahstian Embassy... ...Ambassador Alba... was to give a commemorative speech... And that's when... the Yatagarasu showed. But keep in mind... the Yatagarasu isn't who I'm talking about right now... Those seats... for the guests who had been called to sit in them... were empty.
Edgeworth:
A no-show...? Who was it that failed to take their seat?
Badd:
The Steel Samurai. Until the speech was to begin, each member of the entire Steel Samurai family... ...was to wait in a separate room, However, for some weird reason... ...that man... was spotted in a different location than his assigned room... at that time.
Edgeworth:
And where was he?
Badd:
He was on the roof... with one of his legs down a chimney... ...That chimney... leads directly into this room...
Edgeworth:
Nnrrrgh...! (Larry Butz...! You've really outdone yourself this time! What were you thinking!?)
Present
Notes on Coachen's Body or Cohdopian Paper Document
Edgeworth:
I wonder if you might take a look at this, Detective Badd?
Badd:
Yeah... I heard. Coachen's dead... ...What a waste. ............
Edgeworth:
(He's staring at his mirror with his eyes unfocused and his jaw clenched tight...)
Yatagarasu's Key
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, this is something you absolutely need to see.
Badd:
! What... is that doing here? I've been looking for that... for seven long years. Never in my wildest dreams... did I imagine... this turn of events. Without a doubt... this means that "she"... is involved. That Yew woman!
Counterfeit Bills or Babahlese Ink
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, if you could please take a look at this for me?
Badd:
...I see. The truth... that lies beyond this piece of evidence... is not going to be fun. Are you ready to take it on?
Edgeworth:
Of course I am!
Badd:
I don't know how close to the truth you are... ...but there are only a few things... I can say. So listen up, and listen well... Don't ever lose your detective's spirit.
Edgeworth:
(That would be a good piece of advice... if I was a detective.)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, I'm wondering if you might be able to tell me something about this?
Badd:
...Sorry, but I don't give a hoot about things that aren't related to the Yatagarasu...
Franziska:
Heh... It looks like nothing about you has changed in these seven years, huh?
Badd:
Hmph... Daughter of Von Karma, you're still just a sapling of a prosecutor, so..
Franziska:
Arngh! I-I'll have you know that I've already grown into a stately tree of a prosecutor!
Badd:
...Heh... Is that right...?
Edgeworth:
(Is he just toying with Franziska...? He seems to be enjoying this quite a bit.)
(Clearing "Suspect" "Talk" option leads to:)
Edgeworth:
In any case, I believe it's high time for me to start my investigation.
Begin Investigation
Allebahstian EmbassyAmbassador's Office
Partner
Franziska:
Yes?
The investigation
Franziska:
I've only just arrived in this room myself, which is why we need to investigate some more.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I agree.
Franziska:
Our priority should be on understanding what the current situation is.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Of course. I was planning to do that from the very beginning.
Franziska:
In that case, hurry up and start the investigation already!
Edgeworth:
I-I will! So let's get started! (In order to find out the truth behind what happened here... ...I should start by gathering as much information as I can.)
Mask☆DeMasque II
Franziska:
Mask☆DeMasque... I see that yet another weirdo has popped up in my absence.
Edgeworth:
Yes, and as I understand it, he was a brilliant thief to whom the world was his oyster. He stole extremely valuable objects one after another for a while. Detective Gumshoe was in charge of the case, and not once did he catch DeMasque.
Franziska:
Hmph... I had already researched all that, you know.
Edgeworth:
Last year, when DeMasque gave himself up and was finally arrested... ...he was apparently represented by that man. Knowing him, I'm almost curious as to how insane that trial turned out to be.
Franziska:
Indeed...
Edgeworth:
(But why would anyone want to kill DeMasque? I should really find out some more about the victim...)
Steel Samurai
Franziska:
What exactly is that hideous, fashion faux pas of a costume he's wearing supposed to be? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before... ...but there's something different about it than what I remember.
Edgeworth:
That costume is from the very first Steel Samurai. It's a live-action superheroes show on television, beloved by children and adults alike. The Steel Samurai's weapon is the Samurai Spear. And it is with the Samurai Spear that he performs his special attacks... ...which enthrall all who watch them in action.
Franziska:
You seem to know quite a bit.
Edgeworth:
N-Not at all! And in any case, Franziska... ...I believe the Samurai you are familiar with is the second one... ...the Nickel Samurai, which was part of that case last year. Do you recall that case?
Franziska:
! Y-Yes, I remember... Although, I'd much rather it stay buried in the depths of my mind...
Edgeworth:
(Not that I blame her... She was shot during the course of that trial. I fear she may still be suffering great trauma over the shooting...)
Franziska:
Nnrgh... Anyway, that aside... ...it looks like the Steel Samurai is the suspect this time.
Edgeworth:
Yes, although that's because of who is inside the costume rather than the character... Ack! That's right! If HE is the Steel Samurai...
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth, have you been in shock over something this whole time?
Edgeworth:
N-No, I'm not in shock over anything... (I wanted to forget that I had received the Steel Samurai autograph from Larry... But... the autograph... The drawing of the Samurai Spear and the caricature of his face... Why did he waste so much time on the most useless parts of the autograph!?)
Larry:
Hm? Hey, Edgey! Did you say something?
Edgeworth:
NO! I didn't say anything!
Present
Counterfeit Bills or Babahlese Ink
Franziska:
Recently, incredibly well-forged counterfeit bills have been found coming out of Zheng Fa. Counterfeits made using Babahlese ink, that is. That smuggling ring that I've been chasing is the group behind the whole operation. But mark my words, no one involved in it will escape my whip! They will all know pain! Hmph!!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What am I getting whipped for!?
Passionflowers
Franziska:
Passionflowers... They are a most beautiful flower.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. They are a magnificent species.
Franziska:
But always be mindful of the fact that beautiful flowers have painful thorns.
Edgeworth:
......... (I suppose that advice coming from a woman with a whip is best heeded...)
Plants near the door
Franziska:
There are decorative plants here as well... This room is overflowing with nature.
Edgeworth:
Humans used to live in the grandeur of nature once, long ago. I believe I'm not mistaken in thinking that those people truly loved nature.
Franziska:
...Hmph. This is coming from a man who loves shows featuring costumed actors.
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! She just had to go there again, didn't she?)
Grandfather clock
Edgeworth:
There was a grandfather clock just like this one earlier in the Babahlese Embassy. You know, symmetry is a fine thing, but their interior design really suffers for it.
Franziska:
Really? I think this clock actually fits the décor of this room quite well.
Edgeworth:
I suppose the wood does suit the all-natural atmosphere of this room.
Franziska:
Its design and the material it's made of strikes a good balance with the plants.
Larry:
Hey! You two! Now's not the time to be talking about interior decorating, you know! Hurry up and save me!
Franziska:
Be quiet!
Larry:
Ack!
Franziska:
This is all a part of my elite investigation. All you need to do is be quiet and watch.
Edgeworth:
(Actually, I do believe Larry has a point for once.)
Plants near grandfather clock
Franziska:
What is that plant supposed to be?
Edgeworth:
Franziska, can't you see that it's supposed to be a likeness of Ambassador Alba?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! As a subordinate, you have a lot of nerve telling me what to think! ...I look forward to your next salary assessment next month.
Edgeworth:
(You are deluding yourself if you think you have any control over that!)
Larry Butz
Edgeworth:
Larry, there are a few things I need to ask you about.
Larry:
Hey, how about that!? I've got a few things I've gotta ask you, too!
Edgeworth:
......... What is it?
Larry:
It's like... both you and him... How is it that the two of you always manage to have some cute or hot girl by your side!? And Franzy! What about that promise you made to me!?
Franziska:
Promise...? What promise...?
Larry:
The one where you said you would model for my next book, "Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip"! Yeeoowww!
Franziska:
I made no such promise!
Edgeworth:
(Ever since grade school, we've had a certain saying about Larry. "When something smells, it's usually the Butz." One needs to look no further than this man to find the King of Troublemakers!)
Steel Samurai
Edgeworth:
As I recall, aren't you calling yourself Laurice Dounim now?
Larry:
That's "Deauxnim"! Laurice Deauxnim! Get that straight in your head, Edgey! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!
Franziska:
Now I remember... You're that rude, pale imitation of a real artist.
Larry:
No, no, no! You've got it all wrong. I gave up on that whole Laurice business! Besides, when Banjolina left me and my heart in pieces... ...that's when Mindy walked into my life. She's been so good to me that I wanted to help her in some way... ...and I figured I could through this Steel Samurai outfit!
Franziska:
Your inane blathering makes less and less sense each time we meet.
Edgeworth:
I believe he's saying that he picked up this part-time job as the Steel Samurai so that... ...he may attempt to capture the heart of the actress who plays the Pink Princess.
Larry:
You got it! I knew you'd know what I meant, Edgey!
Edgeworth:
(Not really. It's not so much as I understood... ...but a simple deduction based on your usual modus operandi, Larry.)
Time of the murder
Edgeworth:
Larry, I'd like you to confess right now... to everything you did tonight.
Larry:
C-C-Confess!? Hey! Don't tell me you suspect me, too!
Edgeworth:
Nonsense. I don't believe you have the mental acuity needed to plan and execute a murder. However, we are talking about you here, so I find it hard to believe that nothing happened. For past experience has taught me that you are always at the center of some insane event!
Larry:
E-E-Edgey! How can you be so mean, stabbing me with your words like that!?
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, I don't have the time to search out a key to unlock your heart this time. So I suggest that you cooperate and tell me what you know.
Larry:
OK, OK! I get it! Just stop Franzy from whipping me from behind! So... I guess you know what I did, right, Edgey?
Edgeworth:
...I can't even begin to imagine. However... ...I imagine that whatever you were up to was probably beyond my imagination. So you will tell me what exactly you did, Larry!
Larry:
Nope, not yet, Edgey! It'll take more than that to loosen my lips! A lot moooooooooooore!
Franziska:
Confess. Now.
Larry:
Ooooghnnn... OK, well, I was up on the roof.
Edgeworth:
And why exactly were you up there?
Larry:
Oh, you know, that wintry custom and the legendary hero!
Franziska:
Legendary...?
Edgeworth:
Hero...?
Larry:
Santa Claus!
Franziska:
Santa...
Edgeworth:
Claus...
Larry:
I wanted to do that thing he does, so I climbed up to one of the chimneys! But when I got there, there was smoke pouring out of the chimney (Smoke from chimney - Smoke was pouring out of the chimney when Larry thought to climb down it.).
Edgeworth:
...And?
Larry:
Well, I couldn't go down the chimney with smoke coming up, right? So, I gave up.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Larry, you do realize that Santa Claus does not exist, right?
Larry:
Of course I know! I did graduate from junior high, you know?
Edgeworth:
Then you should also understand this: If Santa was real... he would be the biggest unlawful trespasser in history!
Larry:
Aw, cruuuuuuuuuuud!
Edgeworth:
It is your attempt to imitate Santa that has landed you as prime suspect in this murder!
Larry:
Come on, man. What's so wrong with pretending to be Santa...?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Let's start with the fact that it will be the ides of March in a matter of hours. Santa only visits homes on December 24th! That's in December, you nitwit!
Larry:
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! Hey, wait a sec! We're not in court!
Murder weapon (appears after examining sword)
Edgeworth:
Larry, about the Samurai Sword that was used as the murder weapon...
Larry:
Oh, that. Well, I shook hands with the ambassador in this room, you know.
Edgeworth:
Yes.. apparently you did.
Larry:
And, well, I totally forgot about it and left it behind when I left afterwards! You wanna talk about shock, I was the most shocked of all when I heard it killed someone! Shooooooooooocked!
Franziska:
Foolish fool looking especially foolish for foolishly stating such a foolish excuse... You forgot to take something that big with you!? Who would believe such a tale!?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...Sorry, Ms. von Karma, but I believe him. Because if anyone could forget something like that, it would be Larry.
Larry:
Edgeyyyy... You believe meeeee...! I just knew that our friendship is something special!
Edgeworth:
(Anyway... even if Larry had simply forgotten the sword and left it behind... ...that, in no way, clears his name. Which means that I will have to prove his innocence from a different angle.)
Present
Steel Samurai's Autograph or Photo with Steel Samurai
Larry:
Oh, hey, it's the Steel Samurai.
Edgeworth:
I want you to answer this question for me, Larry, and depending on the answer, I may let you live. The Steel Samurai that was up there on that stage... Was that really you?
Larry:
Yup, sure was!
Edgeworth:
L-Laaaarrrrryyyyyyyyy! Yooooooooooou...!!
Larry:
Steel Samurai Sushi Slice!
Edgeworth:
! (I was moved by the performance of this man!? This completely useless, worthless bum!? I fear I may never recover from this...)
Samurai Spear or Samurai Sword
Larry:
Hey! That's an official Steel Samurai weapon! Huh? What? You want me to do it? Oh, you have no idea how many fans ask that of me!
Edgeworth:
? What are you prattling on about now?
Larry:
Steel Samurai Sushi Slice!
Edgeworth:
!
Larry:
How was that? I bet it sent shivers up your spine!
Edgeworth:
......... (Ack! I let myself get caught up in being a spectator! How could I have failed myself!?)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Larry, I wonder if you might know what this is?
Larry:
Nope, not a clue!
Edgeworth:
You didn't even look at it!
Larry:
Nah, that's because the only thing I can see right now is the form of my lovely Franzy!
Franziska:
Oh? In that case, allow me to help you sear my form into you for all eternity!
Larry:
Eek! Aaaah! Whippity-Whip Triiiiip!
Edgeworth:
Now THIS is a trip I'm willing to endorse, especially if we can finally get some peace here.
Knife rack
Edgeworth:
There are some weapons on display on this wall. A crossbow... and under that... ...a set of knives bearing a flower motif. They must be the counterparts to the Babahlese knives. Which means that the blades inside these scabbards... ...should match the blade that was used to kill Mr. Coachen.
Before deducing and examining knife rack
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing and examining knife rack
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Spear
Edgeworth:
It's the Steel Samurai's primary weapon, the Samurai Spear.
Larry:
Isn't it awesome!? I totally fell for this thing! It's sleek and shiny, just like my heart! It comes at you like, whoosh! When you hold it, you just wanna live life like, BAM!
Edgeworth:
You'd do well to watch what you say, Larry. (Although, it is just as Larry says. The spear is quite the symbol of valor. However, speaking of spears... ...aren't you supposed to use them by thrusting the point straight into your opponent...? ...I'm not entirely convinced this spear is up to the task.)
Larry:
What's wrong, Edgey? You're just staring off into the distance! Oh! I get it! Tell you what. I'll tell the studio to make you one, OK? But this one's mine!
Edgeworth:
Did I say anything about wanting one!? (Maybe I can shut him up if I show him the piece of evidence... ...that will point something out about this spear.)
Spear (after deducing)
Edgeworth:
It's the Steel Samurai's primary weapon, the Samurai Spear. By damaging the Samurai Spear, Larry... ...it is clear that you still lack the proper awareness to be a real actor.
Larry:
Well, it's not like I'm training to be a pro! Oh, but I guess you can call me a pro at getting caught up in all sorts of mischief!
Edgeworth:
(...You also seem to be a pro at being defiant in the face of punishment for said mischief.)
Crossbow
Edgeworth:
(Why is there a weapon on display in a place like this?)
Franziska:
I wonder why there are no whips on display here?
Knife rack
Edgeworth:
Knives adorned with flowers are on display here. I suspect that these are the counterparts to the Babahlese knives. The blades of these knives should match the blade of the knife that killed Mr. Coachen. Wh--!? One of the knifes is missing its blade. Let's see if the two pieces, the blade and handle, fit each other.
Franziska:
It would appear that they fit together quite well, almost seamlessly.
Edgeworth:
Then this means that an Allebahstian knife did find its way into Babahl! But how...?
Knife rack (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
The knife display is set up almost identically to the one in the Babahlese Embassy.
Franziska:
I believe Ambassador Palaeno said that both Allebahst and Babahl... ...have a set of three knives each.
Edgeworth:
It would appear that way. Also, the knives here all have flowers on their handles.
Franziska:
The two countries embellished their knives with their gun national symbols, I guess. And just like the Yatagarasu's Key, they are exquisitely made. This level of craftsmanship makes these knives worthy of being owned by me.
Edgeworth:
(I believe you already have all the dangerous toys you will ever need, Franziska.)
Golden statue
Edgeworth:
I can spot absolutely no difference between this Primidux Statue and Babahl's.
Franziska:
The statue's face looks a bit like that costumed hero you like so very much. I only wonder why you Americans have such an affinity for this kind of face?
Edgeworth:
(The statue wasn't made by an American, you know. At least, I don't suppose so.)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce spear and present Steel Samurai's Autograph
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Larry, about this spear..."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
The contradiction of this here is related to this piece of evidence!
Franziska:
...I don't see how they're related in any way.
Edgeworth:
Gnnrgh! .............................. Hmph... Franziska. This is not like you at all. Don't tell me that you don't understnd the meaning behind this piece of evidence?
Franziska:
Well, I don't.
Edgeworth:
I suppose I have no choice then. I'll just have to explain it to you from the beginning.
Franziska:
What you should be doing from the very beginning is admitting your mistake!
Edgeworth:
Gnwaaaah! (Sh-She saw right through me...)
Edgeworth:
Larry, about this spear...
Larry:
Oh! Are you feeling it? BAM!
Edgeworth:
I thought there was something strange about this spear... Tell me, Larry. Is it just me or is the spear a bit bent?
Larry:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What!? No way! It's exactly as it should be, yo!
Edgeworth:
I have here the autograph you wrote for me earlier. Now, take a good look at this which you drew with your own hands. You can see that spear is clearly of a different shape!
Larry:
A...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
What do you have to say to that!?
Larry:
I-I'm soooooooorry! When I hold the spear in my hands, all of a sudden I feel super powerful... And then, during practice, I was spinning it around and around... ...and BAM! It hit the waaaaaaaaaall!
Hold it!
Franziska:
You unbelievable--! This is an EMBASSY!
Larry:
But I've always been like that... ever since I was a kid. One time on an overnight field trip, I bought a fake sword and played with it late that night. I'm just a useless, hot-blooded maaaaaaaaaaan!
Edgeworth:
Larry, clarify that for me, will you?
Larry:
OK, so it was some field trip, and I began to shadow-fight with myself...
Edgeworth:
Not that! I meant what you said earlier, about spinning the spear and hitting the wall!
Larry:
Oh, that! It's no biggie. It's not like I left a hole or anything!
Edgeworth:
That's not why I'm asking, Larry. The Samurai Spear is made of metal. I somehow doubt that a move as simple as spinning it around would cause it to bend.
Larry:
Man, Edgey, you're so naïve!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!? Where did that come from!?
Larry:
Well, you keep calling it the Samurai Spear. But it's not real. You can't really fight someone with it... ...because it's hollow on the inside! You could hit it against practically anything and it would bend.
Edgeworth:
I-Is that so...?
Larry:
Don't tell me you thought it was real? Oh, but don't take it the wrong way. I just think that part of your personality is cute.
Franziska:
I see. Your friendship truly is something "special", Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! That's not "friendship"; it's "utter humiliation"!)
Samurai Spear data jotted down in my Organizer.
Statue
Edgeworth:
There... was the exact same statue sitting in that Babahlese office we examined.
Franziska:
It's the Primidux Statue. It was the national treasure of the Principality of Cohdopia. There was only one of these statues, meaning that one of the two is a replica. But both Allebahst and Babahl claim to have the real thing.
Edgeworth:
(What an incredibly childish fight to have.)
Allebahst's Primidux Statue data jotted down in my Organizer.
Before deducing
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Knife rack
Edgeworth:
(There was almost the exact same wall mount for the knives on the Babahlese side. But I can't see any of the details from this distance.)
Statue
Edgeworth:
It's a Primidux Statue. There was one of these on the Babahlese side as well.
Franziska:
I hear it's very valuable and made of pure gold. It was the national treasure of Cohdopia. There was only one of these statues... ...meaning that one of the two is a replica. But both Allebahst and Babahl claim to have the real thing and won't budge from their claim.
Edgeworth:
(What an incredibly childish fight to have.)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce statue and present Photo with Steel Samurai
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Look at this photo, and tell me what you find odd about this scene, Ms. von Karma."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
There is clearly... a contradiction here!
Franziska:
Yes, I believe you're right. Clearly, it's right there in your logic!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (Apparently, I was mistaken.)
Larry:
That sure looks like fun, Edgey!
Edgeworth:
Well, it's not! (And let's not forget for whose sake I am suffering! I hope you're considering that!)
Edgeworth:
Look at this photo, and tell me what you find odd about this scene, Ms. von Karma.
Franziska:
...The apparent joy on the ambassador's face as he shakes that top-knot's head?
Edgeworth:
That's not it! I was trying to point out that the statue in the photo is facing a different way!
Franziska:
You're right!
Edgeworth:
This statue is a national treasure. As such, only an ambassador or a secretariat-level person is allowed to handle it. The fact that the statue is facing one way in this photo... ...and now it's facing a different direction in this preserved crime scene... ...is proof that someone touched this statue around the time of the crime!
Allebahst's Primidux Statue data updated in my Organizer.
Flower on wall
Edgeworth:
The counterpart to the Babahlese butterfly is the Allebahstian flower.
Franziska:
The butterfly and flower. They're both lovely things... But can we interpret this to mean that Allebahst provides honey to Babahl?
Edgeworth:
Franziska, can't you come up with a more meaningful, or profound comment?
Franziska:
Very well then, let's hear what sort of profound comment you can come up with.
Edgeworth:
Ahem... Well, flowers cannot survive without the butterflies that spread their pollen. And butterflies cannot live without the nectar that flowers provide. If either one were to disappear from the equation, neither would survive. How was that, Ms. von Karma?
Franziska:
Your explanation took so long that I nearly fell asleep. Well, let's continue the investigation.
Edgeworth:
(Franziska, why can't you just admit I had something there?)
Shi-Long Lang
Lang:
You did some investigating over in the Babahlese Embassy, too, right?
Edgeworth:
I did. Is there a problem?
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "A wolf who aims to hunt for two rabbits at once..."
Edgeworth:
I believe the idiom you require is, "He who runs after two hares will catch neither."
Lang:
Heh. A REAL wolf can catch both.
Edgeworth:
I see. So what are you trying to say, seeing as how I am currently handling two cases?
Lang:
Heh... Suit yourself. But don't say I didn't warn you.
MIB
MIB:
No matter how hard you try, you'll never be a necessity in our Shifu's investigation!
Edgeworth:
Is that a fact? But no matter how good he is, he is bound to overlook something.
MIB:
! If you insult our Shifu, then prepare to be punished!
Franziska:
Oh? And how exactly would you punish us?
MIB:
Every investigator under Shifu's command will work to disrupt your investigation!
Edgeworth:
(...Vindictive much?)
Tyrell Badd
Present
DeMasque II's Note
Badd:
So... he clutched this note... as he went about his business... ...He was a poor excuse for a criminal... On top of which... he was only following in someone else's footsteps... What a small fry. I've been a detective for a long time I can see straight through these people.
Edgeworth:
(He really has a different air about him. Now if only Gumshoe could understand that and be more like Detective Badd...)
Body
Edgeworth:
So this is the victim, DeMasque II...
Franziska:
What is with his gaudy outfit!?
Badd:
You don't know... about Mask☆DeMasque? A few months ago... this thief caused a lot of havoc on the populous.
Franziska:
So this thief is separate from the Yatagarasu?
Badd:
...I thought they were for a while... because their M. O. and targets were different. DeMasque likes high-value trinkets and jewels, and being gaudy is his signature. Gumshoe was in charge of that investigation, so he'd know more about DeMasque.
Franziska:
That's alright. All I'd probably hear are tales of his failure anyway.
Badd:
Hmph... You haven't changed a bit, I see...
Edgeworth:
In any case... let's get started here, shall we?
Before examining paper, head, and sword
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining paper, head, and sword
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Body
Franziska:
There is not a single shred of fashion sense in DeMasque's costume.
Edgeworth:
Well, at least I can appreciate the great effort he must've put into making it.
Badd:
You two don't know? You can buy this costume almost anywhere now.
Edgeworth:
...It's being sold? Since when?
Badd:
Since around New Year's. The streets are practically flooded with them. Turns out, DeMasque is a lot more popular than I thought he'd be.
Franziska:
I can't believe that foolish fool would dress in fools' clothing to act foolishly!
Edgeworth:
(...We got your point about three "foolish"-es back, Franziska.)
Orange paper
Edgeworth:
What is he holding...? It looks like a piece of paper from a notepad. It would appear that directions on how to reach this room were written by hand. Hm? There is something written on the back as well.
Franziska:
..."I'd like you to steal the Primidux Statue in this room"... What is that supposed to mean? Who writes a note to themselves like that?
Edgeworth:
If I had to guess from the text... ...I would say that this is actually a request from someone about what to steal. (Just who is the person that requested the theft of the Primidux Statue?)
DeMasque II's Note data jotted down in my Organizer.
Wrapping cloth
Franziska:
I suppose this was the wrapping cloth DeMasque II used to carry his stolen goods. But there's nothing wrapped in it now. I guess he never did manage to get his hands on whatever it was he was out to steal.
Head
Edgeworth:
I thought that DeMasque had quit the business?
Badd:
This guy... he's just a copycat using the name. A phony "successor"... He's... just another petty thief... His real identity... is an out-of-work guy... by the name of Ka-Shi Nou. He's 29... and wanted on larceny charges. From his clothes... and what he was carrying... ...we determined... that this guy is the real DeMasque II...
Edgeworth:
The cause of death appears to be the loss of blood from the back of his head. It seems that he was struck with something very hard. In other words, he was bludgeoned to death.
Sword
Edgeworth:
So this is the murder weapon in this case.
Franziska:
There's blood on the blade. It's rather sweeping sword, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
What did you expect? It's Steel Samurai Daddy's secondary weapon. I only call it his secondary because although he uses his sword in most of his battles... ...it's his trusty Samurai Spear that he turns to in a real fight.
Franziska:
You sure know quite a bit about the Steel Samurai.
Edgeworth:
That's only because I saw the stage show earlier. (The owner of this sword is the Steel Samurai... or in other words, Larry. I should probably ask him about it... as detrimental as it is to proving him innocent.)
Samurai Sword data jotted down in my Organizer.
Table
Edgeworth:
The person shaking hands with the Steel Samurai in this picture is... Ambassador Alba.
Franziska:
It was taken just before the murder.
Edgeworth:
The Steel Samurai must be very popular. They're even using the national treasure as backdrop.
Franziska:
I just don't understand. What exactly is so great about top-knot there?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Clearly, there is a depth to this show that a young person like you can't fathom.
Franziska:
Speaking of young people... Aren't young children the target audience of this show of costumed actors?
Photo with Steel Samurai data jotted down in my Organizer.
Fireplace
Franziska:
It's a fireplace. And by the looks of it, I don't think it's been used recently.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I can't say that I see anything unusual about it.
Desk
Franziska:
This must be Ambassador Alba's desk.
Edgeworth:
His notebook is open on his desk. He must've been in the middle of some important work.
Edgeworth:
-- Sapling Growth Log --
Edgeworth:
It finally sprouted today.........
Franziska:
Funny, it doesn't look like "important work" to me.
Plants near window
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Two gorgeous flowers are in full bloom here. I'm sure flowers as lovely as these must have an equally as lovely name.)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Are you done staring? I should hardly think passionflowers are all that rare.
Edgeworth:
...Passionflowers? That's a rather... unusual name.
Franziska:
It was named by priests in the 15th century for the Passion of Christ.
Edgeworth:
......... (Hmm, as they say, you learn something new every day.)
Franziska:
Speaking of young people... Aren't young children the target audience of this show of costumed actors?
Passionflowers data jotted down in my Organizer, so that I may remember its name.
(Deducing spear and statue and examining knife rack, orange paper, head, sword, and passionflower leads to:)
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I guess that about wraps up my investigation. Hm? That's...
Larry:
Yo! Pink Princess! How you're feeling? Still feeling ill?
P.Princess:
..................
Franziska:
...And yet another strange character comes out of the woodwork.
Edgeworth:
And so the Pink Princess also comes to pay the Allebahstian Embassy a visit. (I believe I may need to speak with her as well...)
Logic
"Smoke from chimney" and Used the fireplace"
Edgeworth:
There is no trace of this room's fireplace being used...
Franziska:
And your point is?
Edgeworth:
Ahem, smoke was supposedly pouring out of the chimney connected to this fireplace. At least, according to Larry. This is a contradiction of facts, is it not?
Franziska:
Are you sure he wasn't just disoriented or something up on that roof?
Edgeworth:
There is testimony from an investigator that puts Larry at this particular chimney... ...so, no, I don't think it was a mistaken impression on Larry's part. On the other hand, the fireplace in the next room was being used at the time. Where do you suppose the smoke from that fireplace went?
Franziska:
Ah, I see. So what you are proposing is this. The smoke that came out of the chimney was actually from Ms. Oldbag's fire. So basically, the fireplaces of neighboring rooms... ...share one chimney (Shared chimney - The office fireplace and the one in Ms. Oldbag's room share the same chimney.)! Is that what you are implying?
Edgeworth:
Precisely.
Pink Princess
Edgeworth:
Ms. Pink Princess. I have a few questions I'd like to ask you.
P.Princess:
..................
Edgeworth:
Ms. Pink Princess! If you would please answer... ...meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Oldbag:
Heh... This must be what they call "fate".
Edgeworth:
H-How could this happen two days in a roooooooooooow!?
Larry:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaat the--!? A-Aren't you Ms. Oldbag!?
Edgeworth:
Why are YOU so surprised!?
Oldbag:
Ah, so you're the one they got to play the Steel Samurai. It's too bad I didn't realize that until now.
Edgeworth:
...You are acquaintances with Larry...?
Oldbag:
Why, yes. We worked at the same company for a little while, you know. That's why it's OK, my Edgey-poo! You don't need to be jealous!
Edgeworth:
Nnnnghoooooooh!
Oldbag:
I was in the next room, you know, trying to get in some beauty sleep. But it was so noisy here that I couldn't fall asleep. So I came over to complain! So imagine my shock when I saw my precious Edgey-poo waiting here for me! I mean, who could've imagined that you would ever come to a show like this! I guess I've misjudged you, Edgey-poo!
Franziska:
You "misjudged" him...?
Oldbag:
I thought he was trying to avoid me, you know.
Edgeworth:
(That was no misjudgment on your part! That's PRECISELY what I was trying to do!)
Oldbag:
But it looks like the winds have shifted and he's now willing to be chased after! I'm simply overwhelmed! Don't you worry, Edgey-poo! I'd chase you for forever! To the ends of the Earth!
Franziska:
...Isn't that just peachy?
Edgeworth:
(This is one of those rare times when Franziska and I actually see eye to eye...)
Pink Princess
Edgeworth:
Now then, ahem... What are you doing here? I thought you were working at Gatewater Land as the Pink Badger...?
Oldbag:
What are you talking about!? That was ages ago!
Edgeworth:
(That was YESTERDAY!)
Oldbag:
Look, I worked at Global Studios before, a long time ago, right? Well, they called me up this morning, kind of out of the blue, actually.
Franziska:
They called you?
Oldbag:
Apparently, the girl who plays the Pink Princess collapsed from a bad cold. It happened so suddenly, so they called me in to be her last minue replacement.
Edgeworth:
(Do they not have enough people on staff at that studio...!?)
Oldbag:
I really couldn't say no, so here I am, playing the role of the heroine! Instead of that Mindy girl, I mean. But the poor girl, I feel bad for her. Because they let me stand in for her, she's going to have a terrible time when she returns. I mean, I'm not exactly great at reading that strange font they use, plus I was called in to be a stand-in at the very last second, so I tripped over all the most important lines, I threw that rag doll instead of the shuriken, hit the Steel Samurai instead of the enemy, and the audience was in an uproar, but as an avant-garde actress, they'll forgive me, because I tell you, they're really just a bunch of simpletons.
Franziska:
...You're a rather lively old lady.
Edgeworth:
S-So basically, you received the stand-in request this morning, correct?
Oldbag:
You got it. If you need to see it, I've got it right here. Look.
Franziska:
...It appears that she is telling the truth.
Stand-In Request data jotted down in my Organizer.
Oldbag:
I tell you, my fine acting moved the entire audience to tears!
Edgeworth:
(Yes, tears of laughter, as I recall.)
Oldbag:
But being famous has its problems too, you know. Here, take a look at this.
Franziska:
...?
Oldbag:
It's a letter from a stalker! I was just taking my break when I found this stuck under the door to my room. Honestly, you really have to watch out for these kinds of things! Look at what is says! "Wéndy, I'll be descending on you from above tonight. Your loving knight". Hmph! How absolutely revolting! I mean, you'd think he could get my name right. There's no accent in my name!
Edgeworth:
(Wait, this horrible handwriting... Where have I seen this before...?)
Oldbag:
Ah, but now that you're here, Edgey-poo, I feel 100% safe.
Edgeworth:
Eh? I... Where do I factor into this?
Oldbag:
You'd bust that evil stalker-man for my sake, wouldn't you, Edgey-poo?
Edgeworth:
Well... if you allow me the liberty to handle this in my own way... ...I'll gladly dispatch a detective to your house later.
Oldbag:
Oh, come on, Edgey-poo! Stop being so dismissive and playing hard to get!
Letter from a Stalker data jotted down in my Organizer.
Time of the murder
Edgeworth:
What were you doing at the time of the crime?
Oldbag:
What crime?
Edgeworth:
What--!?
Oldbag:
After the show was over, I've had nothing but free time on my hands. So I used the fireplace (Used the fireplace - At the time of the crime, Ms. Oldbag was warming her hip in the room next door.) in the room next door to keep my bad hip warm.
Franziska:
Well, a murder occurred in the room right next to yours!
Oldbag:
Is that right? Oh, Edgey-poo! I'm so scared! Hold me! Carress me!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I-If you could please not cling on to my personage!
Franziska:
In any case, I take it then, that you failed to show up at Ambassador Alba's speech?
Oldbag:
Oh, that. No, I didn't go. I mean, I may have the heart of a young, tender maiden... ...but my body just refuses to cooperate at times. As soon as the show ended, my hip started acting up and got stiff. I couldn't move at all!
Edgeworth:
Can you provide proof of your condition?
Oldbag:
Oh, you just go on ahead and ask the doctors in the infirmary. They're the ones who carried me from the theater all the way to this embassy.
Edgeworth:
(I have to admit, the thought of her not being able to leave that room is rather pleasant.)
Present
Stand-In Request
Oldbag:
Ah, what a strange twist of events. Because they needed a stand-in, I was able to become a heroine, just like that!
Edgeworth:
I assume that the actual reason you were called in is due to a lack of personnel.
Oldbag:
Well, there's that too. But no matter what you say, it's obvious that I have presence. I bet that's how I caught the eye of the director. I ask you, is being beautiful really such a crime!?
Edgeworth:
(I suspect even the director is lamenting the lack of personnel from the depths of his heart.)
Letter from a Stalker
Oldbag:
So this person will be descending on me from above tonight, huh!? Oh, Edgey-poo! I'm so scared! Hold meeeeeee!
Edgeworth:
I-If you could please not cling on to my personage!
Oldbag:
Honestly, beautiful people have it so hard. All it took was for me to be up on that stage for a little while, and a stalker is born!
Edgeworth:
Actually, the whole time while you were up on that stage, you were in-costume. Therefore, no one should've recognized you or what you looked like underneath...
Oldbag:
But there is that thing, you know. They say people can identify you by your aura. So even without seeing my face, my stalker could see the beauty within me. So you see! That's how I charm the pants off of men!
Edgeworth:
(Charm? You? Preposterous.)
Anything else
Oldbag:
What's this!? A present for me?
Edgeworth:
N-No! Obviously, I can't simply give you a piece of evidence!
Oldbag:
Hmph... I see. You're just embarrassed to give it to me in front of all these people. But don't worry, I can wait. A "present of love" from my Edgey-poo is beyond worth it!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk.........!
Franziska:
...What a bother.
Edgeworth:
(If you only knew how much, Franziska...)
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Oldbag leads to:)
Officer:
Prosecutor von Karma! I've brought the police dog, as you requested, sir!
Franziska:
Good work. You may leave now, Officer.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... This dog...
Franziska:
I requested the assistance of a dog in our search for the Yatagarasu.
Lang:
Looks like you guys have some pretty bright dogs in this country, too.
???:
Woof! Woof!
Lang:
Hey... You're a real cutie, aren't you? Yeah! That's a good boy!
Badd:
...That's the police dog Gumshoe's been taking care of... I think its name is... Missile.
Franziska:
What a fitting name for a police dog that dashes out in front and attacks.
Edgeworth:
(That action alone isn't exactly what's going to solve the case for us, you know.)
Franziska:
Now, Missile. I want you to find some clues! Go!
Missile:
Woof!
Franziska:
Good dog. You really are quite bright, aren't you? ...Unlike a certain someone I know. Now, what do we have here? What... is this? It looks like a small hot dog, but...
Edgeworth:
Hm? Wait, Franziska, isn't that... an official Samurai Dog?
Missile:
Grrraaaaaaarh!
Franziska:
Ah! No! Bad Missile! .........He ate it. I wonder if it's alright for him to eat that?
Edgeworth:
It's just a meat-substance snack featuring the Steel Samurai. I'm sure he'll be fine.
Franziska:
That's quite a bit of information you gathered there in a single, quick glance.
Edgeworth:
(We should really be focusing on why there was a Samurai Dog there in the first place.)
Franziska:
Hm? It looks like that snack wasn't all Missile found.
Edgeworth:
Oh? And what do we have... here...?
Franziska:
It appears to be a lady's undershirt. I wonder if Ambassador Alba might have an interest in cross-dressing?
Edgeworth:
I somehow doubt that. It doesn't look like the shirt would even fit him. (A Samurai Dog and a lady's undershirt... What are these two items doing in a room like this? Given the circumstances, the lady's undershirt could only belong to one person. I suppose I should get this over with and ask the owner of said undershirt about it...)
Lady's Undershirt data jotted down in my Organizer.
Logic
"Undershirt from next door" and "Shared chimney"
Edgeworth:
The lady's undershirt that Missile found... Arrrngh!
Franziska:
Why are you getting all excited over holding on to a lady's undergarment!? Miles Edgeworth... you uncouth sea slug! If you know the owner of said undershirt, then hurry up and return it to her already!
Edgeworth:
You have it all wrong! This is evidence! And the owner of this piece of evidence was in the room next door. And yet, despite that, Missile found it in the fireplace of this room. This.. lady's undershirt...
Franziska:
Are you seriously claiming that it somehow passed through a solid brick wall?
Edgeworth:
Not quite. The fireplace in this room is connected to a chimney. The other fireplace in the other room is also connected to the same chimney... ...leading us to the possibility that the two fireplaces are connected to each other.
Franziska:
...Perhaps a closer look at the back of the fireplace is in order.
Edgeworth:
(There is an X on the back wall of the fireplace. Let's see if I can't get a better look at it.)
Franziska:
Wh-What in the--!?
Edgeworth:
The wall separating this room's fireplace from the next room's fireplace... ...apparently turns. As I suspected, this fireplace does indeed connect this room to the neighboring room.
Franziska:
The neighboring room?
Edgeworth:
There appears to be... nothing particular about the next room. (But the fact that there is nothing special about the next room isn't what's important. It's the fact that there is a secret passageway through this room's fireplace (Connected fireplaces - Ambassador Alba's office fireplace is connected to the neighboring room's fireplace.)!)
Franziska:
We now know that the fireplace connects the two rooms. But how exactly is that significant? You aren't going to suddenly name the old lady as DeMasque II's killer now, are you?
Edgeworth:
No, she couldn't move at all because of her stiff hip... ...so she could not have been the one. Unfortunately, I believe... ...that this fireplace has nothing whatsoever to do with DeMasque II's murder.
Partner
Franziska:
Yes?
Missile
Franziska:
We borrowed this dog from the local precinct... ...but is he really capable of handling this case? I thought police dogs are usually of a much larger breed.
Edgeworth:
He may be small, but he is an excellent police dog. Furthermore, he was raised by Detective Gumshoe.
Franziska:
You had me thinking the dog was capable until you said that he was raised by Scruffy.
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... (I suppose that wasn't the best of arguments to use...)
Fireplace (after connecting fireplace logic)
Edgeworth:
(This fireplace connects this room with the room next door. But the old bag was suffering from a stiff hip at the time and couldn't move. Which means that all of this is probably irrelevant to DeMasque II's murder.)
Missile
Missile:
Woof!
Franziska:
He was a much bigger help than I thought he would be.
Edgeworth:
Yes... However, there are a few aspects I don't understand about what he found.
Franziska:
In that case, you should keep on investigating until you do understand. Now, my subordinate, continue with the investigation!
Edgeworth:
A-Alright, I will. (It is great dread that I proceed and do what I must to solve the case...)
Pink Princess
Edgeworth:
Ms. Pink Princess. I have a few questions I'd like to ask you.
P.Princess:
..................
Edgeworth:
Ms. Pink Princess! If you would please answer... ...meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Oldbag:
Heh... This must be what they call "fate".
Edgeworth:
H-How could this happen two days in a roooooooooooow!?
Larry:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaat the--!? A-Aren't you Ms. Oldbag!?
Edgeworth:
Why are YOU so surprised!?
Oldbag:
Ah, so you're the one they got to play the Steel Samurai. It's too bad I didn't realize that until now.
Edgeworth:
...You are acquaintances with Larry...?
Oldbag:
Why, yes. We worked at the same company for a little while, you know. That's why it's OK, my Edgey-poo! You don't need to be jealous!
Edgeworth:
Nnnnghoooooooh!
Oldbag:
I was in the next room, you know, trying to get in some beauty sleep. But it was so noisy here that I couldn't fall asleep. So I came over to complain! So imagine my shock when I saw my precious Edgey-poo waiting here for me! I mean, who could've imagined that you would ever come to a show like this! I guess I've misjudged you, Edgey-poo!
Franziska:
You "misjudged" him...?
Oldbag:
I thought he was trying to avoid me, you know.
Edgeworth:
(That was no misjudgment on your part! That's PRECISELY what I was trying to do!)
Oldbag:
But it looks like the winds have shifted and he's now willing to be chased after! I'm simply overwhelmed! Don't you worry, Edgey-poo! I'd chase you for forever! To the ends of the Earth!
Franziska:
...Isn't that just peachy?
Edgeworth:
(This is one of those rare times when Franziska and I actually see eye to eye...)
Samurai Dogs (appears after presenting Lady's Undershirt)
Edgeworth:
That Samurai Dog was yours, wasn't it?
Oldbag:
Oh, of course I'm forever yours, my Edgey-Wedgey-poo!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I-If you could just stick to what I asked you!
Larry:
Edgey... Are you... and Ms. Oldbag...
Edgeworth:
NO!
Oldbag:
You really don't change, do you? When will you learn how to take a joke? Anyway, that Samurai Dog wasn't mine. Those things are a present from the studio to the Embassy.
Franziska:
A present...?
Larry:
The studio big-wigs basically told us to play delivery boys. We were supposed to hand the Dogs off to the embassy people and tell them "hi". I had to pile them all into the pushcart just to move them all! Those studio guys should've delivered those things by themselves! Right, Edgey!?
Edgeworth:
So, did you deliver the Samurai Dogs to the embassy staff as per your instructions?
Larry:
Hey! Edgey! Don't just ignore me and my question! Aren't you going to stick up for me!?
Oldbag:
Ah, about that. See, after the show, I went to rest a spell in the dressing room. Because of my bad hip, you know. And there they were, the Samurai Dogs were just sitting on the dressing room floor.
Franziska:
I suppose you had to make preparations for distributing them after the show.
Oldbag:
Well, if by preparation, you mean sampling them as well.
Edgeworth:
Excuse me?
Oldbag:
Oh, I tried one and thought they were actually quite good! Sorry, but I just had to find out. I know it was silly of me to think this, but... ...I figured that since they're for a kid's show, their taste was probably for kids, too. But they were so good that I couldn't stop. Before I went back to my room, I just had to help myself to half a dozen or so boxes! As I sat there by the roaring fire, warming them and eating them, I thought, "Ah, this is..."
Franziska:
............
Edgeworth:
............
Oldbag:
Hmph. What is it now? Oh! I know! I bet you want a box, too, don't you, my Edgey-poo? Well, who am I to say no to you. But I'll only give you one. The rest are all for me.
Samurai Dogs forced onto me.
Franziska:
Looks like the lesson for today is that when the Steel Samurai and the Pink Princess... ...take off their masks, they transform into a pair of annoying troublemakers.
Present
Lady's Undershirt
Edgeworth:
If you could please take a look at this brown-colored undershirt...
Oldbag:
Oh, Edgey-poo... What is the meaning of this!?
Edgeworth:
?
Oldbag:
Why did you steal that thing from my bags...? All you had to do was ask, and I would've gladly given you as many as you'd like!
Edgeworth:
Nnnrghk! Th-Thanks, but no thanks! This shirt was found here at this crime scene.
Oldbag:
What!?
Edgeworth:
Come now, why don't you just confess... and explain what it's doing here.
Oldbag:
I know nothing! NOTHING, I tell you!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Oldbag:
Oh, I admit that I used the fireplace to dry that shirt! But I can't really help the fact that I had to, you know! Wearing that Pink Princess costume was like being in a sauna! And on top of that, I get fingered as a suspect!? You're too cruel, Edgey-poo!
Edgeworth:
Are you claiming that you never once set foot inside this room?
Oldbag:
Of course I am! If I had been the one to find the body, do you think I'd be as calm and relaxed as I am!? I tell you, it's always like this! It's always my fault for some reason or another. That weekly tabloid article is missing? The camera is missing? That lawyer always makes sure it's my fault they're missing. Speaking of missing, there's the matter of my husband. Can you believe when we got married, he said, "I guess I'm stuck marrying you." What kind of way to propose is that!? What he should've done is he should've whispered in my ear, "I don't deserve you... but I can't help it. Will you marry me?" Honestly, men these days!
Edgeworth:
Umm... Well... (I don't believe she is lying about her actions... So I can safely assume she really was drying her shirt by the fireplace on her break. And somehow, the undershirt managed to move from the next room into this one (Undershirt from next door - The undershirt was found in the office fireplace, but how did it get there?)...) I assume the Samurai Dog was also yours...?
Oldbag:
Ah, that brilliant mind of yours. You really can see through everything about me!
Edgeworth:
(And so the feeling of dread continues... But I suppose I should ask for more details...)
Lady's Undershirt (subsequent times)
Oldbag:
Ooh, is it that valuable to you? This old lady's underwear!
Edgeworth:
Th-That's not the reason I kept it! It's a very important piece of evidence...!
Oldbag:
For you, Edgey-poo, I can spare an undershirt or two, you know. All you have to do is ask! Anytime, anywhere!
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! If this wasn't a valuable piece of evidence, I would've disposed of it upon contact!)
Samurai Dogs
Oldbag:
This thing really showed me not to underestimate the taste of a snack meant for kids.
Edgeworth:
Was it really that tasty?
Oldbag:
*gasp* Don't tell me you haven't had one yet! In that case, I'll just have to feed you one! Now, open wide! Here comes the hotdog train!
Edgeworth:
N-No! That's perfectly alright! I'm currently on the job right now!
(Connecting all possible Logic and clearing all "Talk" options of Oldbag leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
(It would appear that the answer has made itself known.)
Lang:
You're making quite a confident face there, Mr. Prosecutor. Bring it on! I'm ready to counter any argument you may have!
Edgeworth:
Very well, then. If you are prepared... ...I'll show you exactly where my deductions have led me!
Larry:
Good! I'm counting on you, Edgey!
Edgeworth:
Leave it to me, Larry. My first attack will be... to expose your lie for what it really is.
Larry:
M-My liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!?
Edgeworth:
I know that there is still something you are keeping from the rest of us.
Larry:
Wh-What's wrong with you!? Why is it you won't believe me no matter what I say, Edgey!? Curse you! I should just hurry up and die already if that's how it's gonna be! I'll confess to every murder in the whole world, and then kill myself... ...and throw everything into mass confuuuuuuuuusion!
Lang:
Heh, you made some wonderful friends as a child, I see.
Edgeworth:
Larry, I only have one thing to say to you.
Larry:
Even if you make that face at me, it's no use! A man who is ready to die is strong-willed, you know!
Edgeworth:
Larry, it doesn't matter what sort of harebrained trouble you've caused... ...I only ask that you do not lie to me. If you cause an innocent person to be judged unfairly because of some insipid lie... ...I will never forgive you!
Larry:
E...Edgey...
Edgeworth:
Although, allow me to say... ...that I consider you to be among the innocent in this case. And that I will draw the real killer out. You can trust me on this.
Larry:
Alright. I... I... This time... This time, I'll tell you the whole truth, OK!? What happened, what didn't happen, the works!
Edgeworth:
Just what happened will do! Now then, if you would please testify as to what you did up on the roof tonight.
-- Up on the Rooftop --
Larry:
After the show, I left the pushcart in the Rose Garden, and came into the embassy.
Then, they took a picture of me shaking hands with the ambassador.
After that, and until my next appearance, I had some free time, so I wandered around.
That's when I spotted the chimney. A chimney like that is a rare thing, you know.
So then, I wanted to play Santa and decided to give it a try.
Edgeworth:
Larry, I thought I just finished telling you to not lie anymore.
Larry:
Umm......... But it's... kinda, ultra-embarrassing.
Edgeworth:
And what exactly is so ultra-embarrassing that you can't tell me!?
Larry:
Edgey, man! I just said it was embarrassing, so of course I can't just blurt it out! So you're just gonna have to reason it ouuuuuuuuuuuuut of me!
Franziska:
As your superior, I command you to hurry up and expose this man's lie!
Edgeworth:
I have every intention to, for I'm not about to let us waste time on such a trifling matter.
Rebuttal
-- Up on the Rooftop --
Larry:
After the show, I left the pushcart in the Rose Garden, and came into the embassy.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You left the pushcart? Could you please clarify that statement for me?
Larry:
Yeah. So the wheels on the pushcart got covered in dirt from the Rose Garden. It would've made a mess of the floor inside, so Ambassador Alba said to just leave it.
Edgeworth:
(Well, it WOULD be rather impolite to dirty another country's embassy.)
Larry:
Come to think of it, I recall seeing the Pink Princess on my way into the Embassy.
Edgeworth:
And what was she doing?
Larry:
Nothing in particular. Because she was being carried by some docs on a stretcher!
Edgeworth:
(She must've been incapacitated by the pain of her bad hip that she suffered during the show.)
Larry:
So, I came into the embassy, right? And then...
Larry:
Then, they took a picture of me shaking hands with the ambassador.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you shook hands with the ambassador of the Kingdom of Allebahst, did you...?
Larry:
Yeah! Can you believe it!? I did something really cool for a change. ...But, honestly speaking, there's nothing interesting about shaking some guy's hand.
Lang:
Hey, there. Are you disrespecting another country in their very own embassy?
Franziska:
As someone with roots in this country, I'm feeling nothing but incredible shame at this second.
Edgeworth:
Agreed... I apologize for his inconsiderate words. Now, Larry, please continue.
Larry:
Wh-What is with all of you!? You keep saying that kind of thing and I'll tell you only lies!
Edgeworth:
You're already telling us nothing but lies! So let it go and move on!
Larry:
Aaaaaaaalright, already! You don't need to glare at me like that, Edgeeeeeeey!
Larry:
After that, and until my next appearance, I had some free time, so I wandered around.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Larry, I want you to listen very carefully and take this to heart. The whole point of your life is to cause misery and pain to everyone you encounter.
Larry:
I-I knoooooooow! I get it! I'm totally the bad guy again!
Hold it!
Lang:
I thought you're his friend. Don't you think that was a bit harsh? Lang Zi says: "True friends are bosom friends." If you are in trouble, call on your bosom friend, whose shoulder you can truly cry on.
Larry:
Hey! Bosom buddy! I hope you're listening carefully to my testimony!
Edgeworth:
(Has it crossed your pea-sized brain yet that Agent Lang is only out to arrest you, Larry?)
Lang:
Now then, you were wandering around inside the Embassy, and then what happened?
Larry:
That's when I spotted the chimney. A chimney like that is a rare thing, you know.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I should hardly think that chimneys are that rare.
Franziska:
Agreed. Especially since they are a traditional feature of American houses.
Lang:
Plus, many grand buildings have even larger and fancier chimneys.
Larry:
Yeah, but the kind of chimney I'M talking about is the really romantic type!
Edgeworth:
A "romantic" chimney...?
Larry:
It might sound kinda silly... umm... but women seem to really enjoy them... And I just had a good feeling about that chimney!
Larry:
So then, I wanted to play Santa and decided to give it a try.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You... suddenly wanted to play Santa...?
Larry:
Oh, well, actually, I dressed up as Santa once before already. That was down at Gourd Lake.
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! ...I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't dredge up such unnecessary memories for me!
Lang:
Heh, sounds like you guys share a lot of history. A perk to being childhood friends, huh? Besides, it's not a felony to dress up and play Santa, you know. Santa doesn't go around killing people after he comes down a family's chimney, after all.
Edgeworth:
(Actually, is it worth delving into whether or not playing Santa is a big deal?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"Actually, I believe in the case of this man, playing Santa is actually quite a big deal."
Don't raise an objection
Lang:
So I guess you don't have a problem with my statement?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps... (...I need to gather more information first.)
Edgeworth:
As I suspected, you do have something to hide, Larry. But what could be so embarrassing that you'd be willing to go to jail for it!?
Franziska:
This man's mind is a complete mystery to me.
Edgeworth:
I believe it's a secret to everyone of a normal mindset how Larry's mind works. However, taking into account his usual, women-obsessed way of thinking... ...I believe that his lie this time is also related to a woman, and this is what I intend to prove.
Edgeworth:
Actually, I believe in the case of this man, playing Santa is actually quite a big deal.
Lang:
Are you saying that your buddy isn't exactly made of Santa-quality stuff?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. You hit the nail on the head, Agent Lang.
Larry:
Hey, Edgey! That's so incredibly mean!
Edgeworth:
Tell me something, Larry. Did you know that Santa's job is to deliver presents to people all over the world?
Larry:
Of course I know that! I DID graduate from junior high, you know!
Edgeworth:
In that case, it's your turn to tell me something. I want you to tell me to whom you were delivering a present to.
Larry:
Umm... I was, ah... delivering a present to a child not basking in the glow of love?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That must be the most elegant description of you I've ever heard, but a lie is still a lie.
Larry:
Y-You sure know how to kick a guy when he's down, you know that!?
Edgeworth:
In any case, the person you wished to deliver a present unto was most certainly this!
Present Ex-Security Lady profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Heh, interesting tastes you have there, Mr. Suspect."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
That's right, it was this person!
Franziska:
...
Lang:
...
Badd:
...
Larry:
.........Edgey. Looks like you can say totally irrelevant things, too, just like meeee!
Edgeworth:
I refuse to be lectured by a man who bumbles through life like a punch-drunk monkey! (Gnnrk... It would appear that I was mistaken... But if I think through this rationally and calmly, the answer should become clear. The person Larry wanted to deliver a present to... There really is only one person it could be!)
Leads back to:
"In any case, the person you wished to deliver a present unto was most certainly this!"
Lang:
Heh, interesting tastes you have there, Mr. Suspect.
Larry:
D-D-Don't speard lies about me! I totally didn't want to see Ms. Oldbag so much that I'd try to go down a chimney! Owww!
Franziska:
I advise you to stop right there in your bashing of a lady.
Edgeworth:
Well, I must admit that I, myself, hardly ever have the want to run into that lady. However... what if you were misinformed, and under the wrong impression? Then what?
Lang:
Define "wrong impression".
Edgeworth:
I simply mean that the man before you thought to enter the old lady's room... ...without knowing one very important fact. And that fact... is best summed up with this!
Present Stand-In Request
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is something the old lady received from her employer for the night."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Larry, I'd like for you to take a look at this piece of evidence.
Larry:
No way!
Edgeworth:
But--!
Larry:
It's not really all that important, is it!? It's always like this! You acting so high and mighty, and then you bully me! That's why... I refuse to look at it!
Franziska:
Be quiet and just take a look!
Larry:
Well, if you say so, Franzy. But only because you say so!
Edgeworth:
(Some people never change... Even if their attitudes do change at the whim of women.)
Larry:
...So what's up with that anyway?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Why, it's proof that you never even knew existed, of course.
Larry:
Oh, is that all! Well, I don't need it right now, so I'll just give it back to you.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Larry:
Heh, I've got you on the ropes now, don't I?
Edgeworth:
(Was that piece of evidence unrelated to the question at hand...? I need to think through this one more time. Larry didn't know one very important fact when he tried to sneak into the old bat's room.)
Leads back to:
"And that fact... is best summed up with this!"
Edgeworth:
This is something the old lady received from her employer for the night. The girl who normally plays the Pink Princess... Mindy, was it again? It seems that this man is quite taken with that actress.
Hold it!
Larry:
But that's not true, Edgey!
Edgeworth:
...?
Larry:
She's the one with the hots for me! I just know it! I can feel her sexy beam piercing my heart when she's watching me! Seeeeeexy beam, I tell you!
Franziska:
You filthy, despicable, inconsiderate, fickle, idiotic, cowardly... ...apparition of a man! You haven't matured at all since we last met!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Lang:
This guy... He's got bigger problems than just getting involved in murders, I take it?
Edgeworth:
I suppose you could put it that way.
Larry:
Hey! What the heck, man!? I don't get you guys at all! What do you all have to make me out to be some sort of bad guy!?
Edgeworth:
To return to the original topic, I propose that at least this much has been made clear. Without any knowledge that Ms. Mindy had fallen ill... ...Larry tried to make his way into the Pink Princess's room. That much we know for sure!
Hold it!
Larry:
Hey, Edgey... Looks like I've got the hang of this court thing now.
Edgeworth:
But we're not in court at the moment...
Larry:
Shut up! I see what's going on here, and it looks just like what you do in court!
Lang:
I guess old boy here still has something he'd like to say. Lang Zi says: "Until the root of the tongue dries, one never knows the whole truth." You shouldn't form conclusions until everything is out in the open, which is why I'll listen.
Larry:
Alright! Then get ready to listen to me defeat Edgey in a battle of wits!
Edgeworth:
(Larry, have you forgotten that should I "lose", your victory prize will be your arrest?)
-- Larry's Assertion --
Larry:
So you think all I wanted to do was to go visit Mindy?
Well, I dressed up as Santa and climbed up to the chimney, but the smoke was really thick.
It was a case of mistaken identity, and that mistake made me late for the speech.
Then, to top it all of, I became a suspect in a murder. THAT'S what you really meant.
But why would I ever put myself through so much humiliation on purpose!?
Edgeworth:
..................
Lang:
..................
Larry:
..................Hey! Someone say something!
Edgeworth:
Larry, are you seriously trying to submit this, not as a confession, but as testimony?
Larry:
So what if I am!? Is there something wrong with that!? My claim is a claim claiming my claim. Do you have a problem with that!?
Oldbag:
So it was you! You're my stalker! But I should warn you, it doesn't matter what kind of flattery you throw at me. I'm the devoted type of woman who's wholly focused on one man, and one man only! And as long as Edgy-poo is alive, I can't just drop him and be unfaithful! No, I can't! Although, earlier, I was tempted just a tiny-winy bit by that wolf-man! But that was just a test of my love for my dear Edgy-poo, which I passed with flying colors! But from now on, I will stay completely true to my beloved Edgey-poo for the rest of eternity! I swear it!
Larry:
Aaaaah! I-I'm so inspired!
Franziska:
You're such an inconsiderate, cowardly, idiotic, and all-around completely worthless man!
Edgeworth:
(I thought I heard something ominous just now, but perhaps it was just my imagination.) I believe there is nothing further for me to prove at this point...
Larry:
What do you mean!? Of course you've still got something to prove! You still have to show some proof that I was trying to meet up with Mindy!
Edgeworth:
"Proof", you say?
Larry:
Remember, Edgey!? Everything is evidence in court, right!?
Edgeworth:
You mean, "Evidence is everything in court," Larry, but I understand your point.
Larry:
Yeah, see! I'm totally a pro at this now!
Edgeworth:
Very well. If you wish to see the evidence... ...then let me show you the last piece of evidence you'll ever wish to see.
Rebuttal
-- Larry's Assertion --
Larry:
So you think all I wanted to do was to go visit Mindy?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Well, I have been saying that for a while now... After all, if not for that, then for what other reason did you wish to go down that chimney?
Hold it!
Larry:
You can't say that without any evidence! That's against the rules, Edgey!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Heh! Thanks for keeping the prosecutor in line for me, Mr. Suspect!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I have the evidence. And if you wish to see it that badly, I can introduce you two.
Franziska:
Ah, but it's not good to keep them waiting, my subordinate. Hurry and show them already!
Larry:
L-Lies! All lies, Edgey!
Edgeworth:
Well, if YOU wish to lie, then by all means, continue. Because I'm ready to expose your lie at a moment's notice!
Larry:
Arrrrnngh... Y-You won't get the better of me! Now, let's see...
Present Letter from a Stalker
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Larry, don't even think about denying that you have knowledge of this letter."
Larry:
Well, I dressed up as Santa and climbed up to the chimney, but the smoke was really thick.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was the smoke coming from the chimney really that thick?
Larry:
You bet! It was so thick, I had tears pouring out of my eyes! It was a mess!
Lang:
..................
Franziska:
..................
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I see. You do realize that you've just confirmed for us, your chimney escapade?
Larry:
What!? Th-That's totally unfair! Y-You tricked me, Edgeyyyyyy!
Edgeworth:
Hardly. You simply have yet to master how to counter this cross-examination technique.
Larry:
W-Well, what I just said was a slip of the... No, I mean, I said the wrong thing! Besides, isn't this what you really meant to say about what I did tonight?
Larry:
It was a case of mistaken identity, and that mistake made me late for the speech.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I'm not quite sure how you could mistake that actress for this lady...
Oldbag:
Ooh, Edgey-poo! Are you staring at me? Ah, are you finally succumbing to my feminine charms?
Edgeworth:
I-I should think that the Steel Samurai is the one who should know all about your "charms".
Larry:
Whaaaaat!? M-Meeeee!? Edgey! What are you trying to do to me!?
Edgeworth:
Nothing! Simply that the Steel Samurai and the Pink Princess are husband and wife.
Oldbag:
Aww, is my poor, little Edgey-poo jealous?
Edgeworth:
Arngh! I-If you could please drop that line of discussion right this instant...!
Larry:
But Edgey! I... I told you! I already have Mindyyyy!
Edgeworth:
Speaking of Mindy, exactly what kind of woman would you say she is?
Hold it!
Larry:
Edgey, are you seriously telling me you don't know who THE Mindy is? She's just like what her name means! She's super sweet with a great smile! I don't mean to brag, but she's one of the troupe's fastest rising stars!
Edgeworth:
Interesting...
Hold it!
Lang:
Hah! So you're saying a woman like that is what made you late to the speech?
Larry:
...Huh? C-Curse you, too! Why is everyone out to make a suspect out of me!? Look, all I can say is this! I was late to the speech...
Larry:
Then, to top it all of, I became a suspect in a murder. THAT'S what you really meant.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I suppose you might be correct in a small way.
Larry:
Wh-What do you mean by that!?
Franziska:
Besides being a suspect in a murder, there are a few other things you are a suspect of.
Larry:
Oooonngh... Not you, too, Franzy!
Oldbag:
You tried to stalk me! But I won't let you intimidate me like that!
Larry:
Look! I already told you, Ms. Oldbag! I wasn't after you, I was trying to see Mindy...
Hold it!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor, can I just arrest this guy already?
Edgeworth:
.........I completely understand how you feel, Agent Lang.
Larry:
W-Wait! Pleeeease listen to what I have to saaaaaaaay!
Edgeworth:
If you have a serious assertion to make, then I'd consider listening, however...
Larry:
No problem! I'm gonna put all I've got into this, so listen good, OK!?
Larry:
But why would I ever put myself through so much humiliation on purpose!?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Larry... This is the final point you wish to make?
Larry:
You got it! I've called on all the energy I have and told it to you with all my soul!
Edgeworth:
In that case, allow me to take that soul and break it.
Larry:
Huh?
Franziska:
Yes. We'll stamp it under our feet until it's been ground to a fine powder!
Larry:
A-A fine powder...!?
Oldbag:
..................
Larry:
Eek!
Lang:
If you really put all your soul into that, then you're ready for what's coming, right?
Larry:
I-In place of the honorable Larry, I offer my soul to you.
Edgeworth:
...Larry... Come out from behind there and face this like a man!
Larry:
Y-You're scary, My Lieeeeeeege!
Present Letter from a Stalker
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Larry, don't even think about denying that you have knowledge of this letter."
Edgeworth:
(This whole testimony is one giant confession of all that he's done tonight. He's practically begging me to show why he bothered to put himself through all of this.)
Edgeworth:
Larry, don't even think about denying that you have knowledge of this letter.
Larry:
H-H-H-H-H-Hey! Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Why are you showing that thing to me!?
Franziska:
"Wéndy, I'll be descending on you from above tonight. Your loving knight" Well, isn't that just romantic?
Edgeworth:
But you weren't able to "descend on her from above", were you... Mr. Loving Knight?
Larry:
Aaaaaaaaaaaarghn! I-I have no idea what you're talking about! I don't remember a thing!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You can pretend to be ignorant all you'd like, but it's written right here. This letter proves that you were not out to meet the old lady... ...but rather, that you were attempting to pay Ms. Mindy a visit! (What part of this letter shows that the person Larry had intended to meet was Mindy?)
Present Wéndy
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Larry, I suggest you take up penmanship lessons."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... All will be answered if we simply look here!
Larry:
Really? Because I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be looking, Edgey!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (My finger is apparently not as precise as I thought it to be.) You leave me with no other choice. I shall have to point you to a spot that even you can easily comprehend.
Leads back to:
"(What part of this letter shows that the person Larry had intended to meet was Mindy?)"
Edgeworth:
Larry, I suggest you take up penmanship lessons. That is... ...if you never wish to experience this level of embarrassment ever again.
Larry:
Wh-Wh-Wh-What the heck!? What are you talking about!? Speak English!
Edgeworth:
You wrote "Mindy" so sloppily that it became "Wéndy" to the average eye.
Larry:
...Hey, stop picking on me... It's so embarrassiiiiiiiiiing!
Lang:
There, there. Isn't that what childhood friends are for? They're the best, aren't they? ...For punching. But that will have to wait until we're off of this crime scene.
Larry:
Eek! Edgey! Save me from the scary man!
Edgeworth:
Sure, if you're willing to make amends. Starting with your incredibly embarrassing mistake!
Larry:
.........That... That... That wasn't me!
Edgeworth:
Come again?
Larry:
It's a fake! Someone's out to get me, so they made that fake letter... ...to set me uuuuuuuup!
Franziska:
Accept your defeat graciously!
Larry:
But... you guys are being so mean...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...Penmanship analysis.
Larry:
What's that?
Edgeworth:
No matter who, all people have certain unique features to their handwriting. Ergo, all we have to do is compare the handwriting in this letter to a sample of yours... ...and we'll know soon enough who it was that sent this letter.
Larry:
I...I...I... I'll never write another thing in my life!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Tsk, tsk, tsk... It's no use, Mr. Loving Knight. For you've already graciously provided me with a sample of your handwriting
Present Steel Samurai's Autograph
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The autograph and our mysterious letter..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
You remember this, don't you?
Larry:
Nope, But if you're giving it to me, I'll take it.
Edgeworth:
As if I'd give this to you! (Oops. wrong piece of evidence...) Hmph... A-Anyway! I don't need you to write anything for me!
Leads back to:
"For you've already graciously provided me with a sample of your handwriting"
Edgeworth:
The autograph and our mysterious letter... If we compare the handwriting, we'll know the answer to our questions soon enough.
Larry:
Gnn...nnn... Nnnnnnnn...!
Edgeworth:
Confess now, Larry... to your miserable failure!
Larry:
I...I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorry! I... I... I did it... It was me causing trouble again... I admit it. You hit the nail right on the head... Edgey...
Edgeworth:
(So, he finally confesses...)
Larry:
I saw the Pink Princess being carried around in a stretcher, and got worried, alright!? I wanted to go into Mindy's room, but the doctors wouldn't let me in. So what choice did I have!? It was the chimney or bust, Edgey!
Franziska:
Your mind jumped from the door to the chimney? What a criminally overactive imagination.
Larry:
Well, at least I was honest and wrote Mindy a letter, and stuck it under the door. That way, she wouldn't be so shocked when I came down through the chimney!
Edgeworth:
(Except for the fact that the letter was an utter failure at conveying said sentiment...)
Larry:
I'm really, really sorry...
Edgeworth:
Larry, you may be a shameful, good-for-nothing blight on the face of humanity... ...however, I always knew you weren't the killer. I told you to trust me... ...because, at the very least, I can attest to that about you.
Larry:
Edgey... You're... Aaaack!
Franziska:
We've lost a lot of valuable time because of you...!
Larry:
Owwwwwwwww!
Franziska:
In any case, I believe we can say that we now know exactly what happened. Mr. Larry Butz sought to climb down the chimney... ...not for access to the crime scene... ...but to enter the room of the elderly lady next door.
Hold it!
Lang:
Great job, Mr. Prosecutor. Although, I still find it a bit unbelievable that the two of you are friends.
Edgeworth:
..................
Lang:
But the suspicion on that guy over there... ...isn't completely resolved yet, so don't get any funny ideas about running off, OK?
Larry:
Owwwww...w? H-Hey... What--? Edgey... What does the wolf-man mean when he says I'm not off the hook yet?
Edgeworth:
.........He means the murder weapon. Larry, did you forget? There are two layers of suspicion hanging over your head.
Lang:
That's exactly what I mean. We can't only rely on the words of the suspect, after all. We may have figured out where he was and what he was doing all night... ...but the blood-stained Samurai Sword that was left at the crime scene... As long as there is no satisfactory explanation for that... ...this wolf will refuse to ease up on his bite!
Larry:
Eeeeeek! Edgey! That guy... He looks like he's seriously about to take a bite out of me!
Edgeworth:
I'm well aware. And you should be as well, that this upcoming battle will be crucial.
Lang:
Thanks to the cooperation of our lovely bumbler... ...I've been dealt a very nice hand, and a sweet trump card. Looks like we're about to enter the final bout! Now, Mr. Prosecutor! Let's see what you've got!
Edgeworth:
(I can easily point out the contradiction in the supposed "murder weapon"... ...but the real problem for me is figuring out what the real murder weapon is. This will be a high-stakes gamble! But this is one game I can't afford to lose!)
-- Why Larry? --
Lang:
I was the one who found the body of the victim, DeMasque II.
Beside him was the Samurai Sword... glittering red, and offering up the scent of blood.
It was supposed to be in the Steel Samurai's dressing room, but I found it here instead.
Plus, I found the murder weapon's owner, the suspect, Larry Butz in here, too.
Edgeworth:
Isn't it a bit far-fetched to accuse someone simply on the basis of ownership?
Lang:
But this owner wanted to sneak onto the crime scene. I think that's plenty to go on, don't you?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If you're alluding to his reason for being by the chimney, we've already established that!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hold on there, Mr. Prosecutor. You two are long-time friends, right? Who's to say you didn't fabricate the evidence to give him an alibi?
Edgeworth:
.........You're accusing me of fabricating evidence?
Lang:
You think I can believe anything you produce? Forging evidence is all you prosecutors do!
Edgeworth:
.........! (This man has some serious issues with prosecutors...)
Larry:
But come on, I can't think up something as complicated as that! Right, Edgey?
Edgeworth:
Larry, I can agree because I know you and your personality well. However, Agent Lang knows nothing about you... or me, for that matter. (I sense his hatred for my entire profession emanating from his entire being. Meaning that the only way I can prove Larry's innocence is to present irrefutable evidence.)
Rebuttal
-- Why Larry? --
Lang:
I was the one who found the body of the victim, DeMasque II.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you were the first to discover the body this time...
Lang:
"This time"...? What's that supposed to mean!? You'd better watch what you say!
Edgeworth:
I only said "this time" because earlier, Kay was the first to discover the body in Babahl... ...and your secretary, Agent Shih-na, was ready to accuse her of murder for that.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hah! So are you going to use that excuse to call me "suspicious" now?
Edgeworth:
Of course not; I was simply pointing out the usual pattern with discoverers of bodies!
Lang:
But in the Babahlese case, there was proof that she was holding the weapon, right? Well, in this one, it's a bit different, since we know exactly where the weapon is.
Lang:
Beside him was the Samurai Sword... glittering red, and offering up the scent of blood.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but "glittering red and offering up scent of blood"...?
Lang:
Do I have to spell it out for you? I mean the sight and smell of blood, of course! And according to the tests, the blood on the sword belongs to the victim. The swords was made to only be used on stage, so it's not sharp. But it is pretty weighty. It's certainly heavy enough to beat someone to death with. Which leads me to suspect that the victim was beaten to death with the sword.
Edgeworth:
Beaten to death, huh? (The last statement is too important to just let it slip by.)
Change statement:
"Beside him was the Samurai Sword... glittering red, and offering up the scent of blood." to
"Beside him was the Samurai Sword... covered in the victim's blood." and "I suspect he beat the victim to death with that thing."
Lang:
Beside him was the Samurai Sword... covered in the victim's blood.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So the sword is covered in the victim's blood...?
Lang:
Yeah, the lab results confirm that the blood on the sword matches the victim's. But the sword is as dull as a vanilla envelope. It's just a stage prop, after all.
Larry:
The Steel Samurai is all about "Safety First"! So you can't use it like a real sword!
Edgeworth:
The Steel Samurai has spoken.
Oldbag:
..................
Franziska:
The Pink Princess also appears to have something she'd like to petition to you personally.
Edgeworth:
...Wh-What the Pink Princess would like to say can wait for the day after eternity!
Lang:
Anyway, my point is that even though the sword is too dull to slice with... ...it's certainly heavy enough to bludgeon someone to death with. Therefore...
Lang:
I suspect he beat the victim to death with that thing.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
About this Samurai Sword... Have you received a report from forensics yet?
Lang:
They confirmed that the blood on the sword belongs to the victim.
Edgeworth:
Alright, but have they confirmed that the outline of his wound is consistent with the weapon?
Lang:
Tell me something... Do you see the dead body right there in front of you? So! If they were conducting the autopsy right now, shouldn't that body not be here!? Well!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I suppose so. (I guess they must still be investigating this room. Meaning that it's possible he doesn't know about that piece of evidence's true nature.)
Lang:
Anything else you'd like to chit-chat about? No? Good. Now let's continue.
Present Samurai Spear
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Do you know what this is, Agent Lang?"
Lang:
It was supposed to be in the Steel Samurai's dressing room, but I found it here instead.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Larry has already testified that he forgot the Samurai Sword here...
Larry:
Yeah! I was shaking hands with the ambassador in here, and I left it behind by accident!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
So what? You lied earlier, so who's to say that this excuse isn't just another lie?
Larry:
But I forget stuff all the time! Right, Edgey!? Tell him!
Edgeworth:
...Why don't you tell him yourself!?
Franziska:
You see? What did I tell you earlier? No one will buy such a pathetically weak excuse.
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... I know that it's not possible to prove such an excuse as truth...
Lang:
And yet you offer it up as fact!? You're a worse person than I originally thought.
Edgeworth:
You are free to think what you'd like, however, I know that Larry is not the killer. Agent Lang, please continue with your argument. I'll expose the flaw in it soon enough!
Lang:
Plus, I found the murder weapon's owner, the suspect, Larry Butz in here, too.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Just because he is the owner of the weapon, therefore he must be the killer, is it?
Lang:
No. Climbing all the way up to the chimney is plenty suspicious in my book as well.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Regarding that, I have already drawn the truth out, and the truth is one thing I don't bend.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
It doesn't matter if it's you or whoever. You prosecutors are all the same. And as for me, prosecutors are the one thing I don't trust in!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
An agent who doesn't trust prosecutors? What are you playing at?
Lang:
...Sorry, sis. But there are only two things I trust: my subordinates and evidence at the crime scene.
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang hates prosecutors. But as long as he trusts evidence that has been at a crime scene... ...then there IS something I can show him that he can believe in!)
Lang:
You can claim she's innocent, but you can't change the facts I've already outlined.
Edgeworth:
(It's simply not possible that the Samurai Sword is the real murder weapon. So I should focus on proving that point to Agent Lang first.)
Edgeworth:
Do you know what this is, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Heh, it's a long spear, right? We used to use those a lot in my country a long time ago. Piercing, mowing people down... Spears are the weapon of heroes throughout history.
Franziska:
It's the next most effective weapon after the whip.
Edgeworth:
(I think the whip is in a slightly different category...)
Lang:
So, what's your point? Are you going to tell me that the spear is the real murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
No. I simply want you to take a look at this section here.
Lang:
The way it's bent...?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. Apparently, a certain troublemaker hit it against a wall in this embassy earlier. And as you can clearly see, the insides of the Steel Samurai's weapons are hollow. In other words, they're replicas that aren't strong enough to deliver a damaging blow... ...let alone the multiple strikes necessary to bludgeon someone to death. And yet, there is not even a dent in the Samurai Sword. How do you explain that!?
Lang:
A...Aiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Larry:
Oh, yeah... The sword and the spear are made of the same stuff, so they bend easily! But I wish they'd make them out of better stuff! Because the spear got bent... ...I wasn't able to do my special "Early Summer Rain Jab!" move! Man, I got such an earful from the director of the play for not doing it in the show!
Edgeworth:
(The Steel Samurai's special move was changed tonight because of him...!?)
Samurai Spear data updated in my Organizer.
Larry:
Yeoooooooooowch!
Franziska:
That's more than enough of your whiny whimpering! Now... back on the topic of the spear.
Edgeworth:
Yes, let's return to the real topic of discussion. (This is where the real gamble begins. I don't have a real strategy, per se... ...so all I can do for now is let the chips fall where they may.)
Franziska:
Using guesswork and taking risks in place of real logic is hardly the Von Karma way. It's neither smart nor very clever.
Edgeworth:
Ms. von Karma, as you know, unlike your father, I am not a genius prosecutor. Plus, I doubt his record of a 40-year win streak will ever be broken.
Franziska:
..................
Edgeworth:
But perhaps, it is for the best if it remains unbroken. For no one should've conceived of the notion to "convict all defendants" in the first place!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
What a foolishly foolish statement from a foolish fool who hates to lose... It's the job of a prosecutor to make sure that all defendants are found guilty in court. There is nothing more important in this world than a perfect victory!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That may be your opinion, however, I don't believe that's all we are.
Lang:
.........!
Edgeworth:
As a prosecutor, what I pursue is not the perfect victory, but the perfect truth. And if that means that the bridge I must cross will crumble beneath my feet... ...then let it crumble as I walk on towards the truth!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You're good at keeping me entertained, Mr. Prosecutor! But you know... humans are delicate creatures. The slightest bump and we expire. I'd like you to consider, if you will, the possibility that... ...the sword was used in such a way that the attack killed DeMasque II without bending it.
Edgeworth:
..................
Lang:
So, what do you think of my hypothetical scenario? I think you know what to do here, right? And what you need!
Edgeworth:
Of course. (What I need is evidence even Agent Lang can't refute! This is it! It's time to bring this to a close!)
-- Why Larry? Pt. 2 --
Lang:
It's possible to use the Samurai Sword to kill someone.
And under these circumstances, it's the only logical conclusion.
We searched the Embassy, top to bottom, but the victim's blood is only on that weapon.
So isn't it only natural that suspicion would fall onto the owner of said weapon?
Edgeworth:
How long do you intend to cling onto that preposterous theory?
Lang:
As long as I want, because we examined every corner within the walls of this embassy. There's no stone we've left unturned! And we have managed to come up with only one logical conclusion! That the only place inside this embassy with the victim's blood on it is this sword.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You left no stone unturned? Is that a fact?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
If you've got something to say, then say it in the only way I respect, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Yes, of course. In that case, allow me to make it all crystal clear for you!
Rebuttal
-- Why Larry? Pt. 2 --
Lang:
It's possible to use the Samurai Sword to kill someone.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
May I inquire as to how are you able to make such a claim, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Capable of miracles beyond comprehension, a mysterious creature is man."
Edgeworth:
(...Rather than man, it's Agent Lang's quotes that are getting increasingly incomprehensible.)
Lang:
The human body is a mysterious thing. Even with a toy-like sword... ...it's easy to kill a man if you hit just the right spot. Which is why I think it's possible to kill with this thing without leaving a dent.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But we can only be sure one way or the other by seeing if the wound matches the sword!
Lang:
Hmph, I know that. But as long as it's a possibility, I can proclaim it as much as I'd like.
Lang:
And under these circumstances, it's the only logical conclusion.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But you must know that your conclusion is wrong!
Lang:
Given the circumstance I'm in, the only people I can trust are my subordinates. Because they're a much more trustworthy bunch than you prosecutors will ever be.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you call yourself a professional...!?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You still don't see, do you, Mr. Prosecutor? You have to earn my trust. And the only way to do that is to show me proof of another possible murder weapon!
Edgeworth:
(Another possible weapon... In this room, there is only one other thing left... This is going to be a gamble, but I can't withdraw from the game now!)
Lang:
You're not going to get me to trust you by the power of your glare alone, you know. Plus, I have other reasons as to why I think the Samurai Sword is the murder weapon!
Lang:
We searched the Embassy, top to bottom, but the victim's blood is only on that weapon.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The only place where you could find blood was on the Samurai Sword...?
Lang:
That's right. Even with Luminol. Which means that there are no other possibilities outside of what I've already outlined.
Edgeworth:
(Do I have a problem with Agent Lang's assertion that the Samurai Sword is the weapon?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"If you believe that there is no other door of possibility left to open..."
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Perhaps I should wait and see how this plays out for a bit longer.) Agent Lang, if you could be so kind as to continue with your testimony...
Lang:
Hrmph!
Lang:
So isn't it only natural that suspicion would fall onto the owner of said weapon?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And what if you were to find a different murder weapon? Would that clear Larry's name?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Are you saying you can prove the possibility?
Edgeworth:
Of course. And if you don't believe that I can... ...then I'll show you something to convince you; evidence that you cannot refute!
Lang:
.........Hah! Ha ha ha ha ha! Sounds like fun, Mr. Prosecutor! Alright then, go ahead and show me what you've got!
Edgeworth:
...I can prove to you... the possibility that the murder weapon is something else... ...but I cannot do so on my strength alone.
Hold it!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. What are you running straight into a quagmire for? I thought you said that you were busy in pursuit of the perfect truth. And if that's the case, then show me this perfect truth, if it exists at all!
Edgeworth:
Don't worry. Thanks to you, I've already prepared myself to do just that.
Franziska:
There's no need to thank me. I'm simply doing what any good superior would.
Edgeworth:
Heh... I suppose you are. Very well, then. I will show you the possibility of a different murder weapon.
Edgeworth:
If you believe that there is no other door of possibility left to open... ...then allow me to force one open for you!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hmph! And how do you plan to do that?
Edgeworth:
By showing you what may possibly be the real murder weapon.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Ha! Ha ha ha ha! The "real" murder weapon? I hate to repeat myself... ...but my men have already searched every last inch of this embassy! And they've concluded that nothing else could've been used as the weapon! Knowing these facts, do you still want to press forward with your little hypothesis?
Edgeworth:
Of course. Because it's not possible that your men inspected everything in their investigation.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
What are you talking about!? I don't appreciate mind games, and I don't appreciate it when people like you slander my men!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I'm not slandering them, I assure you! I'm merely pointing out that their investigative dragnet has a few holes in it! Namely, that there is something your men couldn't even lay a finger on. And that item is the real murder weapon!
Lang:
Aaaaaaaalright then! I'll play along for now! This "real" weapon that killed DeMasque II... What exactly is it!?
Edgeworth:
The real murder weapon, which not a single person has yet to touch, is this!
Present Allebahst's Primidux Statue
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
".........The national treasure of Allebahst."
Present Samurai Sword
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
Heh, so you think it's the sword, too, huh?
Larry:
E-Edgeeeeeeey! How can you not believe me!?
Edgeworth:
I-It's not that I don't! My finger merely selected the wrong piece by accident! (Think, Miles! Isn't there something else that could be the murder weapon...?)
Leads back to:
"The real murder weapon, which not a single person has yet to touch, is this!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the weapon you're looking for.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "One should always perform one's job in the proper manner." And I can't see how it's proper to show me evidence so devoid of potential or relation!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (Was I mistaken...?)
Lang:
Hah! Now then, Mr. Prosecutor, I'm going to give you one more chance. But only one more, you get that!? Because that's all the playtime I've got!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... I must remain calm... and think through this carefully... The real weapon that killed DeMasque II... It has got to be that thing! I just know it!)
Leads back to:
"The real murder weapon, which not a single person has yet to touch, is this!"
Edgeworth:
.........The national treasure of Allebahst.
Hold it!
Lang:
You mean the Primidux Statue?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and as you know, only the ambassador and his secretariat may touch it. Which, I believe, means that neither you nor your men were able to examine it, correct?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Ha... ha ha ha ha... You know very well that if we did that, there'd be an international incident... ...between the Kingdom of Allebahst and the Republic of Babahl. The two countries' precarious relationship teeters in the balance... ...over a stupid fight related to a sovereignty statue! But I'll be damned if I let something go unexamined!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, if you could take a look at this... The direction the statue is facing just before and after the crime are different...! And there is only one conclusion I can draw from that.
Lang:
..................
Lang:
Go look for Ambassador Alba, and get him to give us the OK to examine the statue.
MIB:
Shifu! You can't listen to this infidel's words! He is most definitely trying to trick you! Shifu, Please, let's be rational about this!
Lang:
Grr! Lang Zi says: .........Just go already!
MIB:
Y-Yes, sir!
MIB:
Shifu...
Lang:
Yeah?
MIB:
I'm really sorry, sir, but I was unable to convince the ambassador. I was unable to obtain permission for us to examine the Primidux Statue.
Lang:
...Hmph. I see.
Franziska:
Wait...! But then, the investigation is at a standstill! Agent Lang! I will go and speak with the ambassador personally!
Lang:
Save your breath. He may act all weak and frail, but that old man's one tough cookie. But I guess you've gotta be tough when you're representing a whole country, you know?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang...
Lang:
What do you want? Let's just hurry up and examine the statue already.
MIB:
Wh--!? But Shifu! What about causing an international incident!?
Lang:
Quiet! I'll take the fall if I have to later!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, the hypothesis is mine, so if someone is to take the responsibility, let it be me!
Lang:
Responsibility? If we're going to talk in such heavy terms, maybe I should let you. It'd be a real problem for my men if something were to happen to me. Alright then... Less talk and more investigating!
Edgeworth:
(If we want to know the truth, we can't stop here! Action must be taken!) Agent Lang, I'd like to run a Luminol chemiluminescence test on the statue.
Lang:
A Luminol test...? Ah, good thinking. If the statue is the murder weapon, then some of the victim's blood should be on it. Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Let's get the forensics team in here!
Lang:
Heh! Looks like you hit the jackpot, Mr. Prosecutor. I guess this means that this is the real weapon that killed DeMasque II.
Edgeworth:
Indeed...!
Lang:
But I wouldn't celebrate yet if I were you. This doesn't let your friend off the hook. It doesn't prove that he didn't kill DeMasque II, so the charge remains!
Edgeworth:
...We are hardly done examining this statue, Agent Lang! Knowing that it IS the real weapon, I believe further examination is required.
Lang:
Hah, you think so? OK then, knock yourself out!
Examine head
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Upon closer inspection, he really does look a lot like the Steel Samurai.
Larry:
Hey, maybe that's why they chose him to be the goodwill ambassador?
Edgeworth:
I... actually can't discredit that hypothesis.
Larry:
Or maybe, the people at this embassy just really, really like the Steel Samurai.
Franziska:
That's absolutely preposterous.
Edgeworth:
...I don't think it's that unlikely. We mustn't go around denouncing people's opinions.
Franziska:
And yet, look at how easily you discredited mine, not that I care why they chose him.
Examine sword
Edgeworth:
With his sword drawn and ready, there is a certain aura of valor around him.
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Those who hold a sword hold an equally strong will." It's said that the weapon one holds reflects the strength and will of one's character.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I wonder if this was created as a show of the country's majesty?
Larry:
Ooh, then what does Franzy's whip say about her character?
Franziska:
It says that I'm ready to exact punishment on those who would break the law.
Larry:
Wh-Why are you glaring at me!? I thought you understood that I'm not the killer!
Edgeworth:
I believe in your case, she wishes to exact punishment before anything else happens.
Examine shield
Edgeworth:
There is a shield on his back. I wonder if that's supposed to mean that his back is covered?
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Those with a shield on their back deflect all enemies behind them." It means that he is ready for any blindside attacks that may come this way.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, there's no need to attack overly-complex meanings to such a simple thing.
Lang:
Hah! You didn't seem to get Lang Zi's saying, so I was just explaining it to you.
Edgeworth:
(The saying itself is what I was referring to when I said, "overly-complex", you know.)
Examine handprint on bottom
Leads to:
"...Nngh."
Edgeworth:
...Nngh.
Lang:
And what do we have here? This dirty smudge... It looks like... a handprint? Heh heh heh heh... Haaa hahahahahahaha! What's a definitive bit of evidence like you doing under here!? Looks like we've got some fingerprints to analyze!
Edgeworth:
Gnrk! (Worst case scenario, these prints belong to Larry... But it looks like it's too late for me to do anything about that now...!)
Lang:
Hey! Forensics guy! I want results on these fingerprints ASAP, you hear me!?
Forensics:
Agent Lang! I have the analysis results, sir!
Lang:
Good! And!?
Forensics:
Sir! About the prints we lifted from the bottom of the statue... Well, um... You know the victim of the murder in the Babahlese Embassy...? The prints belong to him, to Mr. Manny Coachen, sir!
Lang:
But that's--! Wh-What's going on around here!?
Edgeworth:
No... That's... impossible! (Each Primidux Statue can only be handled by someone of that country. But by the very fact that Mr. Coachen's fingerprints are on this one... ...it leads me to only one conclusion...!) This statue... is actually Babahl's Primidux Statue!
Franziska:
Impossible! It can't be...!
Lang:
A...! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiya!
Edgeworth:
(Larry never once set foot on Babahlese soil, so he was free to go... However... this new piece of information only served to confuse us even further. The ringleader of a smuggling operation was killed with an Allebahstian knife in Babahl... ...and DeMasque II was killed on Allebahstian soil with Babahl's national treasure... ...and the mystery of the Great Thief Yatagarasu, who visited both countries. The pieces were there, but I had yet to see the big picture they were to form.)
To be continued.
March 14, 9:21 PMOpen-Air Stage
Edgeworth:
(I've left the DeMasque II investigation to Franziska and returned to Babahl. I suppose my first order of business should be to look into Babahl's statue...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgewoooorth!
Edgeworth:
So, Kay, what's the situation?
Kay:
Oh, it's great! Investigating is so much fun!
Edgeworth:
(...In other words, they've made absolutely no progress.)
Gumshoe:
W-We weren't goofing off! Honest, sir! We've been investigating our hearts out!
Edgeworth:
Very well, then. Would you care to give me an update on your investigation?
Gumshoe:
...Ummmmm... Oh! We've had a really fun time, sir!
Edgeworth:
(I knew it. Zero progress...) In any case, Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
Edgeworth:
You have permission to enter the Allebahstian Embassy, is that correct?
Gumshoe:
Yup! As a local detective, I'm helping out with investigations on both sides, sir!
Edgeworth:
Good. In that case, I can leave these... pieces of evidence with you. They belong to the lady under the Pink Princess's mask.
Gumshoe:
The Pink Princess? What kind of lady was playing her, sir?
Edgeworth:
The kind that was also playing the role of the Pink Badger yesterday.
Gumshoe:
Ugh! Ooonnngh... Understood, sir... If I happen to run into her, I'll give them back to her. And if I don't... then I guess I'll unload them somewhere...
Edgeworth:
(He doesn't seem all that enthused to go find her, but I can't blame him.)
Evidence that has lost their value given to Detective Gumshoe.
Edgeworth:
Now then, I don't believe I'll be needing this anymore either.
Kay:
Whaaaat!? Are you really going to throw that autograph away!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, because that Steel Samurai was a fake.
Steel Samurai's Autograph scrunched up into a ball and disposed of.
Kay:
Wait, what? What do you mean by "fake"?
Edgeworth:
(Now then, I believe it's time for a little housekeeping.)
Unnecessary evidence has been removed. Remaining evidence has been re-arranged.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Investigation update
Edgeworth:
How is the investigation going in the Babahlese secretariat's office, Kay?
Kay:
Hmm... Well, even thought we found a few treasures, they've all been pretty much burnt to a crisp. A treasure is a terrible thing to waste.
Edgeworth:
A-Anyway, is there anything else I should know about?
Kay:
Umm... Oh! That's right! You know what I found in that office? A wooden bear carving! It's sooooo cute! Can I have it? Huh? Can I?
Edgeworth:
No, of course you can't! (By the sound of things, it appears that there has been no progress in the investigation.)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Kay:
Oh! This is a Prosecutor's Badge! This proves that you're a real prosecutor, right, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Heh... Precisely.
Kay:
Well, I've got one too! Mine's the Yatagarasu's Badge!
Edgeworth:
But if you walk around with that on your scarf all the time... ...all you're doing is proclaiming to the world that you're a thief.
Kay:
Like I said! The Yatagarasu is noble! And because I'm full of righteousness, there's no need for me to be all sneaky!
Edgeworth:
(Even if you are honorable, a thief is a thief... right?)
Embassy Guide
Kay:
There are two embassies in this one building, huh?
Edgeworth:
Well, they used to be a single country so it's understandable.
Kay:
So with them trying to make up, does it mean that they'll become a single country again? If they do, I hope they'll always be good friends, and never fight again.
Edgeworth:
Before that can happen, I believe we need to solve this case. Otherwise, nothing will come of these gestures, not even friendship.
Yatagarasu's Key
Kay:
This is...
Edgeworth:
Your father, Byrne Faraday... He had planned to use this as evidence in that trial seven years ago.
Kay:
But he was killed by it when it was turned into a weapon, huh...?
Edgeworth:
(Curses...! I shouldn't have made her recall such a tragic event... How could I have been so careless!?)
Counterfeit Bills
Kay:
So I guess these counterfeits were made with Babahlese ink. Come to think of it, I remember hearing on the news the other day... ...that the Republic of Zheng Fa, where these bills are coming from, is in an economic mess.
Edgeworth:
It's common knowledge that money rules the hearts of men. And when that money turns out to be fake, all-encompassing confusion is the result.
Kay:
Hah! And that's when the Yatagarasu makes her stand! I'm going to use my Iron Fists of Justice on each and every counterfeiter! You'll see!
Edgeworth:
...I appreciate your sense of justice, however... ...I would appreciate it if you wouldn't go running into the heart of any more raging fires.
Kay:
Nngh... Yes, Mr. Edgeworth... I'll try...
Samurai Dogs
Kay:
It's a box of Samurai Dogs, right? Ah, but see, I'm a Jammin' Ninja fan! So, while I would love to have one... I'm going to be strong and resist the urge!
Edgeworth:
Well then, how about we slowly enjoy them after we crack this case?
Kay:
OK, fine, you twisted my arm! Let's indulge!
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Kay, about this piece of evidence...
Kay:
Huh!? May I... really have it? Hmm... But you know, as the Yatagarasu, it'd be bad if I couldn't get this by myself!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but I have no intention of giving you this piece of evidence.
Kay:
Oh, really? I guess I misunderstood!
Edgeworth:
(I feel like I've had a very similar conversation with someone else before...)
Bush on left
Kay:
Hey, do you detect the scent of treasure coming from this bush?
Edgeworth:
The scent of treasure? Not at all.
Kay:
Argh! Mr. Edgeworth, you're totally not with it!
Edgeworth:
I'm not "with it"...?
Kay:
No! And it's important for both thieves and prosecutors to be energetic!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps for a thief like you, but that level of energy is unbecoming of a prosecutor.
Kay:
You really think so? That prosecutor we met at Gatewater Land seemed to be pretty active.
Edgeworth:
Well, he's not a prosecutor anymore. See how everything just naturally balances out?
(Step)ladder
Edgeworth:
Hmm... A ladder.
Kay:
Actually, that's a step-ladder.
Edgeworth:
They're the exact same thing.
Kay:
No way! From their structure up, they're totally different! But of course, from a thief's perspective, the best kind of ladder is the rope-ladder. A step-ladder is much too heavy to carry around, after all.
Edgeworth:
(And from a prosecutor's perspective, any type of ladder is guilty... ...of being dangerous during an earthquake.)
Cement bags
Edgeworth:
Bags full of cement powder are stacked up here. I suppose they're for the renovation.
Kay:
Yeah, because I don't smell a drop of gold here, or any other treasure for that matter.
Edgeworth:
Kay, the only scent you should detect in a place like this is the smell of sweat.
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! That was a pretty good play on words there!
Kay:
Ack! Gummy! Don't randomly jump into one of our dialogues like that!
Edgeworth:
Were you eavesdropping on us, Detective Gumshoe...?
Gumshoe:
No, it's not like that, sir...
Stage
Edgeworth:
It would appear that the stage is also scheduled to be renovated.
Kay:
You know, I would love to perform on a stage like this. Something like "The Greatest Great Thief Show"!
Edgeworth:
(I should think it would be a bad idea for a thief to show their fact to the world...)
Road to Theatrum Neutralis
Kay:
Hey, you're not going back to Allebahst already, are you?
Edgeworth:
No, not yet. I still need to gather a bit more information first.
Traffic cones
Kay:
So how come so many traffic cones are red and white?
Edgeworth:
That's because they're highly visible from a great distance.
Kay:
Oh, is that why!? So then, the reason you wear that wine-red suit is for visivility sake...?
Edgeworth:
Please don't compare me to a ragged, plastic traffic cone!
Dick Gumshoe
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
You look like you're enjoying yourself, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Well, I don't have much else that I enjoy as much as a good investigation, sir!
Edgeworth:
So... what did you find out?
Gumshoe:
Ah, well... Ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha.........
Edgeworth:
(I take it he has found nothing of any particular use... as usual.)
Investigation update
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! I got something really interesting from Ambassador Palaeno!
Edgeworth:
Oh? And what is the something "interesting"?
Gumshoe:
This, sir.
Kay:
Wow, that's so pretty! I'm so jealous! That's a real treasure here!
Edgeworth:
Why does the flame burn green, Detective?
Gumshoe:
So apparently, if you burn the special "whitcrystal oil" that they only make in Babahl... ...it burns this green color, sir.
Edgeworth:
Interesting. So it's a special property of the oil. (I suppose this is a ploy to force people to visit Babahl should the oil run out...)
Kay:
Hey, Gummy! What about these silhouettes?
Gumshoe:
They stuck some cutouts on the outside of the lantern so it'd project the images.
Edgeworth:
Oh...? Silhouettes, huh? They are rather pretty, aren't they? ......... (Wait, what am I doing? I was supposed to be asking for an update on the investigation.)
Gumshoe:
Hey, what's wrong, sir?
Edgeworth:
There's something I want you to investigate for me. Do you think you can do that much?
Gumshoe:
...Uh-huh... You got it, sir!
Kay:
Hey, that's not fair! Why is Gummy getting to do all the fun stuff!?
Gumshoe:
Ah, well, that's because I'M Mr. Edgeworth's partner.
Kay:
Ah! I can't believe you took advantage of the confusion and stole my role as assistant!
Edgeworth:
I expect the two of you to get along and work together like professionals on this.
Silhouette Lantern data jotted down in my Organizer.
Present
Samurai Dogs
Gumshoe:
Wow, those look really good, sir! Can I have one!?
Edgeworth:
Don't you dare line your stomach with the evidence! (Come to think of it... ...the dog Detective Gumshoe takes care of just up and ate a Samurai Dog earlier as well. Poor little dog, slowly coming to resemble his handler...)
Silhouette Lantern
Gumshoe:
That's a souvenir from Babahl; it's a silhouette lantern.
Edgeworth:
By the by, how much is it?
Gumshoe:
It was realy expensive, sir! About as expensive as my coat!
Edgeworth:
Oh? I see. So it's about the average price of a cheap souvenir.
Gumshoe:
Ouch, sir!
Sign
Edgeworth:
There is a sign here warning passers-by to take precautions around this renovation site.
Kay:
They're really going all out, huh? There's construction going on everywhere.
Edgeworth:
I believe Ambassador Palaeno said it was to attract more tourists and visitors.
Kay:
But what can they do with the new stuff they're building? Hey, what do you think they should do, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...How about transforming it into a courthouse?
Kay:
Hey, be serious!
Edgeworth:
(...But I was being serious.)
Colias Palaeno
Palaeno:
Ah, so you're back now, are you, Mr. Edgeworth? You must be tired. Here, with these, you can eat whatever you'd like.
Edgeworth:
And these are...?
Palaeno:
Discount tickets for our cafeteria! They open tomorrow at 10 in the morning.
Edgeworth:
...I appreciate the concern, however, these coupons do nothing for me right now.
Open-air stage
Edgeworth:
This open-air stage... What function does it serve exactly?
Palaeno:
Well, normally, we use it for a variety of events. It's all to attract that extra bit of attention to Babahl. I heard that tonight, over in the Allebahst rose garden... ...Ambassador Alba was to give a speech. And you know what? Manny told me that I really should give a speech.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Coachen told you that?
Palaeno:
Yes, he did. Which is why I thought I should give a speech of my own. But, unfortunately, I wasn't able to.
Edgeworth:
Because of the fire the Yatagarasu started?
Palaeno:
Exactly.
Primidux Statue
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, I'd like to ask you a little more about the Primidux Statues.
Palaeno:
Oh, I see! Well, let me ask you this! Did you know that Allebahst and Babahl used to be one country called Cohdopia?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I know that much about your history.
Palaeno:
Well, the Primidux Statue belonged to the founders of Cohdopia. ...At least, that's how the story goes. It was bequeathed unto the king of Cohdopia as a symbol of the country's wealth.
Edgeworth:
So it was meant as a symbol of sovereignty, and the right to rule, I take it...?
Palaeno:
Yes, that's right! Which is why both countries are so adamant about their claim. "We hold the real statue, therefore, we hold the right to rule" is the reasoning. It's pretty petty when you think about it though, I suppose.
Edgeworth:
But if Allebahst and Babahl were to re-establish relations... ...shouldn't that put an end to the squabbling over the statue?
Palaeno:
...I have no reason to believe so. The Primidux Statue is even more important now as a key to diplomacy.
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if Ambassador Palaeno knows... ...about what has happened to the very important "key to diplomacy". Perhaps I should try showing hims this "key" and see what he has to say about it.)
Manny Coachen (appears after Open-air stage)
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, there's just one thing I'd like to ask you about.
Palaeno:
Yes? Oh, and don't worry. You can ask me more than just one thing! How about two or three? In exchange, I expect you'll be coming to Babahl, yes?
Edgeworth:
Th-Thank you, but just the one thing is all I require. Manny Coachen... I'd like to ask you about this man who was your secretary.
Palaeno:
! S-Sure. I'll tell you what I know.
Edgeworth:
Thank you for your cooperation, Ambassador.
Palaeno:
He was... well... If I had to put it in one word, he was an able man. If there was ever anything I needed as an ambassador, he was able to get it for me. To think that a man like that... ...had a hand in a smuggling ring right under my nose, going completely unnoticed... Actually, I suppose because he was an able man, I was unable to detect his dirty dealings.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... It sounds like Mr. Coachen had a very sharp mind.)
Palaeno:
Recently, Manny had been really busy. Since I became the Babahlese representative at the Country Unification Council... ...he's been working tirelessly to cover my work for me.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but what is this "Country Unification Council"?
Palaeno:
...Oh, well you see, had tonight's events proceeded without a hitch... ...our two countries were to re-unify and become one again. But I guess with how things turned out, that dream won't be realized any time soon.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose not.
Present
Yatagarasu's Key
Palaeno:
So this key can become a knife? That's some trick!
Edgeworth:
This key was originally stolen from your embassy seven years ago...
Palaeno:
Yes, yes... My, this is fascinating.
Edgeworth:
...Are you listening to me at all, Ambassador?
Palaeno:
Wow, this is really, very fascinating!
Edgeworth:
(He's so absorbed in playing with the key that my voice is failing to reach him...)
Cohdopian Paper Document or Counterfeit Bills
Palaeno:
I can't believe that Babahlese ink was being used in such an evil scheme... And if people were to find out, that would really tarnish the global image of Babahl. Ah, this is really bad. Really, really bad. Ooh, Babahl's in a bind now... *sigh*
Edgeworth:
......... (It is just me or do his words not match his facial expressions?)
Babahl's Primidux Statue or Allebahst's
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, if you could please take a look at this for me.
Palaeno:
..................
Edgeworth:
The Primidux Statue sitting in Allebahst right now actually belongs to Babahl.
Palaeno:
...So it would appear. I received a call from Ms. von Karma about this earlier.
Edgeworth:
Then you will understand why I wish to inspect Babahl's Primidux Statue immediately... ...because the statue currently in your country's possession...
Palaeno:
Yes, well, I've already inspected it myself. And it is definitely Allebahst's statue. I know because... it's the real statue.
Edgeworth:
...Then you're saying that Babahl's was a replica?
Palaeno:
I'm embarrassed to say it's true, even though I knew that someday it would be exposed. I received my orders from the leaders of Babahl... ...and I was to negotiate with Ambassador Alba at this event. I was to negotiate with him and fix the results of the evaluation tonight... ...to say that we could not determine which statue was the real one.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why are you telling me this?
Palaeno:
Well, because you already figured it out. Our statue is just a hollow gold shell. Even if Babahl were to lose face, the re-unification of the country is what's important. I'm right in thinking that, aren't I? I'm not making a mistake, right?
Edgeworth:
If you don't know yourself, then I won't pretend to know either.
Palaeno:
I never thought that by being betrayed by my own secretary... ...the real symbol of wealth would be given to me. Isn't it simply ironic?
Babahlese Ink or Silhouette Lantern
Palaeno:
Babahlese ink consists mostly of whitcrystal oil. When lit, the oil in the ink burns a bright yellow-green. It makes for a great science experiment. Here, give it a try with this!
Edgeworth:
Yes, well, I understand your enthusiasm, but, the amount you gave me earlier is enough.
Palaeno:
I see... That's too bad. In that case, why don't you have a few more of these coupons? I've got plenty!
Edgeworth:
I-I have plenty of those, too! (Where is he conjuring those from?)
Bush on right side
Kay:
This bush looks like the perfect place to hide some sort of treasure, you know?
Palaeno:
Ah, but there is no treasure inside those things...
Kay:
Oh... Too bad.
Palaeno:
But we do have a lot of treasures back in Babahl.
Kay:
Sounds great! I'll be sure to pay you guys a visit sometime for a five-finger discount!
Palaeno:
Sure, sure. We welcome you anytime.
Edgeworth:
(Are you sure you really want to invite a thief into your country with open arms?)
Door to Babahlese Embassy
Kay:
They're having a real time of it cleaning up after the fire.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose we should stay out here and investigate the stage some more then.
Scaffolds
Kay:
Just looking at these scaffolds makes me want to climb them!
Edgeworth:
I recommend that you do not try. There was a fire burning here until not too long ago.
Kay:
Yeah, but I think enough time has passed, so it should be alright! Thief Child says: "If there is a height to be scaled, then scale it you must."
Edgeworth:
Starting from "Thief Child", would you care to explain what you just said?
(Clearing "Investigation update" talk option of Gumshoe and presenting Primidux Statue to Palaeno leads to:)
Kay:
Hey, where are you going? Are you heading back to Allebahst?
Edgeworth:
Yes, but before I do, I suppose I should give you a summary of what's happened.
Kay:
...Oh, I see. So there's been a murder in both countries using an object from the other country...?
Edgeworth:
That's the gist of it. Babahl is just as strict as Allebahst... ...in their inspection of the people and things that enter their country. Meaning that somehow, both murder weapons were smuggled into the two countries. That's the only logical conclusion that can be drawn. Perhaps the key to the weapon smuggling is the person who traversed both countries...
Kay:
You mean the fake Yatagarasu!?
Edgeworth:
In one way or another, the Yatagarasu is connected... Of this I am sure! Now then, where was the Yatagarasu first spotted?
Palaeno:
I believe it was the rose garden on the Allebahstian side of the embassy. The garden is just on the other side of this boundary. It's where Ambassador Alba was to give a speech tonight. At least, that's where I heard the Yatagarasu had appeared.
Edgeworth:
In that case, I believe it's vital that I investigate the rose garden posthaste.
Kay:
Wait, before you go... Take a look at this, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
What... is it?
Kay:
My guess is that it's a guitar pick. I picked it up just now over there. Do you think it'll be of any use?
Edgeworth:
(There is a little water on it... but how did the water get on it? It doesn't look like there's anything it could get wet from around here...)
Kay:
I was thinking, they have concerts here at this open-air stage from time to time, right?
Edgeworth:
Alright, I'll find its owner later...
Pick data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Oh, yeah! There's one more thing... Mr. Edgeworth, would you be willing to hold onto this?
Edgeworth:
What is this?
Kay:
It's Ms. Yew's perfume. It's the bottle that woman left behind and that I found seven years ago. I thought that one day, it'd be of some use in tracking her down... ...so I kept it safe all this time.
Edgeworth:
Thank you. I'd be honored to hold onto it for you.
Ms. Yew's Perfume data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Present
Ms. Yew's Perfume
Kay:
This is one of Ms. Yew's possessions that I found seven years ago... I thought that maybe it'd be of some use one day, so I took really good care of it.
Edgeworth:
Thank you, Kay. I'll be sure to put it to good use. You'll see.
Kay:
Yeah! Now let's go catch that woman!
Edgeworth:
We will. However, Kay, you need to look before you leap. You tend to lose your cool when it comes to anything related to that woman.
Kay:
I'll be alright! I'm not exactly all that calm normally anyway!
Edgeworth:
I-I don't think that's something most people boast about, Kay.
Theatrum Neutralis
Guard to the left
Edgeworth:
May I enter the Allebahstian Embassy?
Guard:
If it's only you, then yes.
Kay:
Why won't you guys let ME in?
Guard:
Im just following the rules, madam, so I'd appreciate it if you would cooperate.
Kay:
Well then! I guess I have no choice but to climb over the wall from the Babahlese side...
Edgeworth:
Kay, please don't run off and do any more dangerous things tonight!
Kay:
It was just a joke, Mr. Edgeworth! A joke!
Edgeworth:
(Don't tell that AFTER my heart skipped a beat... !)
Allebahstian flag
Edgeworth:
It's the national flag of Allebahst, and it features the country's flower crest. Comparing the knife to the crest, it's apparent the knife was extremely well crafted.
Kay:
Yeah, every detail of the flower is there on the knife handle's flower. In my professional opinion, this knife is worth quite a bit of money!
Edgeworth:
Kay, that's a very valuable piece of evidence.
Kay:
I know that! You're going to use this to find and steal the truth, right!?
Edgeworth:
I suppose you could put it that way. Now then, let's continue investigating.
Left window
Edgeworth:
I can see the courtyard and the Allebahstian Embassy through this window.
Kay:
It's a really stately and pretty embassy, isn't it? Especially that chimney! Just looking at it makes me want to use it to sneak my way in! Kinda like how Santa does it!
Edgeworth:
(..................!)
Kay:
Hey, are you alright? What's wrong, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I'm beginning to think that you may have what it takes to become a royal troublemaker...
Door on middle
Edgeworth:
We saw the show just beyond these doors, but it's been quite a number of hours now...
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth, have I ever told you that you talk like an old fogey?
Edgeworth:
I was merely reminiscing! Is that such a crime!?
Table
Edgeworth:
There is a flat-panel, a VCR, and a row of Steel Samurai videos on this table.
Kay:
Aren't they worried that if they leave the tapes out on that table like that... ...the Yatagarasu will make off with them?
Edgeworth:
I honestly doubt the Yatagarasu would want to steal Steel Samurai video tapes.
Kay:
Ah, but that's where you're wrong! The fake Yatagarasu may not want to steal them... ...but you never know with the real Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
Please stop eyeing the tapes with that look of want in your eyes, Kay.
Right window
Edgeworth:
(The Babahlese Embassy is just outside this window. It appears the renovations are going well.)
Kay:
Hey! I see Ambassador Palaeno out there!
Edgeworth:
He's carrying wood planks for the renovations himself. Very commendable.
Kay:
1, 2 , 3... 4! He's carrying four of them!? Wow! He may not look it, but I guess Ambassador Palaeno has got some real muscles!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps a bit of physical strength is required to be the ambassador of a country.
Babahlese flag
Edgeworth:
It's the national flag of Babahl, and it features the country's butterfly crest.
Kay:
Using a butterfly as a national symbol makes Babahl just seem so cute! It goes along perfectly with Ambassador Palaeno's smiling face!
Edgeworth:
And what about the flower of Allebahst?
Kay:
Well, by the looks of Ambassador Alba... ...it almost seems like the poor flower needs to be watered...
Edgeworth:
(I suppose an ambassador is the face of a country, but Kay is being too literal about it.)
Guard to the right
Guard:
Welcome back, Mr. Edgeworth. Please accept these, courtesy of Ambassador Palaeno. 
Edgeworth:
Th-That's alright.
I appreciate the sentiment, however, I must decline.
Kay:
Oh, come on. You might as well take them since he was nice enough to offer!
Guard:
Thank you, and I hope you'll visit our embassy's cafeteria to redeem them.
Edgeworth:
(... It appears that Ambassador Palaeno isn't the only one adamantly handing these out.)
Open-air stage
Wheelbarrow
Edgeworth:
A bariety of tools are laid out here. I assume they're for the renovation work.
Kay:
Hey, it's a wheelbarrel!
Edgeworth:
You mean a "wheelbarrow"?
Kay:
But it makes so much more sense my way! Ancient people probably wheeled barrels, right?
Edgeworth:
I highly doubt that's where the word came from...
Kay:
Just let me have one for once, OK!?
Entering the rightmost door of the Theatrum Neutralis leads to
Edgeworth:
I think I'll be returning to the investigation in Allebahst now, but...
Kay:
I know, I know. I'll go back to Babahl and do some more investigating here!
March 14, 9:58 PMRose Garden
Franziska:
I see you're back, Miles Edgeworth. How are things in Babahl? Although, I can't really say I expect much from Scruffy and that girl.
Edgeworth:
The investigation into Manny Coachen's death hasn't really progressed any... ...however, the investigation into the Yatagarasu was.
Franziska:
Ah, yes, the Yatagarasu. Even now, I find it hard to believe. A person who can freely traverse between the two countries at will? Preposterous.
Edgeworth:
Well, that's what I came here to investigate. I heard that this is where witnesses claim to have seen the Yatagarasu.
Franziska:
That's correct. Ambassador Alba was to give a speech tonight here in Allebahst. And that's when the Yatagarasu appeared. The shadow of mysterious thief appeared, and just as suddenly, it vanished... After that, there was the fire at the Babahlese Embassy that the Yatagarasu started.
Edgeworth:
(I vow that not a single feather from the Yatagarasu shall escape my diligence!)
Begin Investigation
Rose Garden
Partner
Franziska:
Yes?
The investigation
Franziska:
Tonight, in this very rose garden, the Allebahstian ambassador, Quercus Alba... ...was to give a commemorative speech. A very key commemorative speech at that. And including Agent Lang, the security detail was very tight. But, as if to mock our efforts, the Yatagarasu appears. Then, just like that, the thief vanishes and starts a fire at the Babahlese Embassy.
Edgeworth:
Interesting... And are you sure it was the Yatagarasu who appeared here?
Franziska:
Of course. But to have slipped by such tight security... ...and then disappear into thin air... We will need to conduct a very thorough investigation of this area.
Edgeworth:
Yes, my thoughts exactly. (In order to find out the truth behind what happened here... ...I should start by gathering as much information as I can.)
Bush on left
Edgeworth:
These are some beautiful roses here. They appear to be well-maintained.
Franziska:
You're being too nice, Miles Edgeworth. The arrangement is devoid of any design sense. Roses only truly shine when they are grouped by color; one color per location. They lose their beauty when they're all mixed together like this.
Edgeworth:
(I can't tell if she's being sarcastic or not...  On second thought, there's a rather serious look on her face. I'd better leave it be.)
Franziska:
They should really re-think the proper balance of these roses.
Edgeworth:
(Of all the people to comment on the "proper balance" of things...)
Spotlight
Edgeworth:
There is an overturned spotlight here.
Franziska:
When the Yatagarasu appeared... ...the audience that was waiting for the speech to start panicked. I suppose that's when someone must've knocked it over.
Edgeworth:
(I'm having a tough time visualizing the mass confusion that took place here...)
Franziska:
I thought to use my whip to capture the Yatagarasu... ...however, there were people in my way, and I was unable to land even a single lash.
Edgeworth:
(...I suppose this means that some other poor saps were hit instead?)
MIB
Edgeworth:
How is the investigation proceeding on your end...?
MIB:
...Lang Zi says... .........That's top secret.
Franziska:
If you're going to attempt to imitate your superior, at least do it well!
Edgeworth:
(I don't suppose he believes in the accidental leakage of information...)
Shi-Long Lang
Lang:
Have you finished checking out all the bystanders?
MIB:
Yes, sir! And we found... ...14 counts of pickpocketing, 16 counts of illegal parking, and one person ran a light, sir!
Lang:
Don't tell me you didn't find out anything related to the case...
MIB:
Sir! Not a single thing, sir!
Lang:
...Well, for now, let's just get those other lawbreakers down to the precinct.
Edgeworth:
......... Agent Lang.
Lang:
Well, if it isn't Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
I would just like to thank you for your assistance earlier.
Lang:
Make no mistake. It's not like I was trying to help you with what I did.
Edgeworth:
......... After I left, did you receive word from Ambassador Alba?
Lang:
We're to wrap up our bodyguard assignment at the end of today. Oddly enough, we received word from HQ to return home on an urgent matter. Heh, as if I can be so easily called away from this case after I've come this far. I swear that I'll find the truth, and drag it out screaming into the light. You're with me on that, right, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
..................
Yatagarasu's appearance
Edgeworth:
You were working as Ambassador Alba's bodyguard at the time... ...so naturally, you witnessed when the Yatagarasu appeared, correct?
Lang:
Yeah, I saw the thief alright. With my own two eyes. The Yatagarasu was always there, lurking in the shadows. But when the spotlights were turned on for Ambassador Alba's speech... ...a shadow appeared. That's when cries of, "It's the Yatagarasu!" rang out. The next second, the spotlight went out... ...and by the time we got the area lit again, the deft thief had vanished. When we investigated afterwards, we found that the reason the lights went out... ...was because someone had unplugged the extension plug for all the outdoor electronics. Whether it was someone doing it on purpose... ...or simply a guest who had tripped over it, we don't know. But one thing is for certain. The Yatagarasu was here!
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that, basically, all you saw was the thief's silhouette?
Lang:
Yes...
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
If all you saw was a shadow... ...then it's entirely possible that the shadow belonged to someone else.
Lang:
Hah! Good thinking, sis. You just might be right. If it weren't for the fact that there was no one else with that same shape. Not among the staff or the audience members. My men have already done a thorough check of everyone, so I know I'm right!
Edgeworth:
(Someone else's shadow...? That sounds like a plausible hypothesis...)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "There is no value in trusting those who bear this mark." Let me fill you in on what I hate the most in this world. People who go around showing off that Badge! Sorry, but that's one opinion I'm never going to budge on.
Edgeworth:
.........
Notes on Coachen's Body
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Inevitably, all who have evil in their hearts find themselves in Hell." But we haven't found all the pieces of the truth yet. I've come too far to go home before I see it all with my own two eyes.
Edgeworth:
In that case, our goals are the same, so shouldn't we be cooperating with each other?
Lang:
Tch. We're on two different pages, you and I. And I don't trust any living thing that calls itself a prosecutor, got it?
Cohdopian Paper Document
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, about this piece of evidence...
Lang:
That thing stinks to high heaven!
Edgeworth:
Excuse me?
Lang:
Like all wolves, I've got a good sense of smell. And there's one nasty funk coming from that document. It's the smell of some dirty scoundrels' greed.
Edgeworth:
(...I wouldn't mind having his sense of smell if it helps in investigations this much.)
Allebahstian Knife
Lang:
It's covered in blood. The sight of blood... brings out my wild side. What about you? Any special reaction to blood?
Edgeworth:
No, not especially.
Lang:
Tch. This is why you prosecutors are all worthless.
Edgeworth:
(How does that have any bearing on how good or bad of a prosecutor someone is...?)
Counterfeit Bills or Babahlese Ink
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, I'd like for you to take a look at this piece of evidence.
Lang:
If we follow the trail that this piece leads us down, we'll eventually get to the truth.
Edgeworth:
In that case, then why don't we cooperate and help one another?
Lang:
No can do. I can't just trust someone working as a prosecutor that easily.
DeMasque II's Note
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, what do you think about this piece of evidence?
Lang:
He may be the second, but he's just a peon imitating someone else. Just look at what happened to him, all because he was out for the national treasure. Lang Zi says: "One should always know one's place in life."
Edgeworth:
(I guess Lang Zi had a lot to say in life, and on a lot of mundane topics as well...)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, I'd like to ask your opinion on this piece of evidence.
Lang:
Are you joking? You're asking for MY opinion!?
Edgeworth:
Our mutual goal is to search for the truth, in which case, wouldn't cooperation be best?
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Only cooperate with those you can trust." Sorry, but I'm not one to place my trust in you prosecutor scum so easily.
Edgeworth:
(I'll take that as a "no".)
Statue of man
Edgeworth:
Hm? This statue bears a resemblance to the Primidux Statue.
Franziska:
The plaque says, "King Primidux and the Battlefield". "In order to save the queen, King Primidux put his life on the line and went to war."
Edgeworth:
So "Primidux" was actually a person of royal blood? I thought he was simply someone imitating a character from an ancient legend...
Franziska:
Well, what surprises me is that a real person who looked like the Steel Samurai existed.
Edgeworth:
...I suppose there's that, too.
Chair
Edgeworth:
I suppose Ambassador Alba sat in this chair?
Franziska:
Ambassador Alba... is very elderly. The chair was prepared for him should he have gotten tired during his speech.
Edgeworth:
In that case, why didn't he plan to make his speech sitting down in the first place?
Franziska:
...The ambassador is also quite prideful, that's why.
Edgeworth:
(He sounds like my old principal from grade school who'd speak at assemblies.)
Speech stand
Edgeworth:
So this is where Ambassador Alba was to give his speech.
Franziska:
The stage was set up nicely, however, where was the audience supposed to sit?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Perhaps they were supposed to sit around the edge of the pool?
Franziska:
That's such poor planning, if there was no place other than a spot or two by the pool. They really should've made seating arrangements, like how the gallery is set up in court.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. You can sense that consideration for the viewers was taken with those.
Franziska:
So in the end, the speaker and his audience were to stand the whole time, huh?
Edgeworth:
Yes... Although, I suspect the audience would've liked to sit down after a while.
Pool
Edgeworth:
There are roses scattered on the surface of the water, creating a pleasant fragrance.
Franziska:
It's not just for aesthetics; this pool's water is also used in putting out fires.
Edgeworth:
I see... Oh! The pool stopped filling itself automatically.
Franziska:
The fountain spouts are set to stay open until the pool's water reaches a certain level.
Edgeworth:
If this water is used to put out fires, I suppose it must be refilled to its normal level. (Which suggests that this pool was recently used somehow in this embassy... I guess I'll take some notes about it, just in case.)
Fountain Spouts data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
N...Nnnnggghhhhoooooooooooh!
Larry:
U...Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Franziska:
How dare you surprise me like that!?
Larry:
I-I'm sorry... Oh, hey, Edgey! Thanks for what you did back there!
Edgeworth:
Your gratitude alone is enough. More importantly, Larry... this pool is not for your personal enjoyment!
Larry:
I know that! Do you really think that I'm the type to just jump into a pool and swim around for fun!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
.................. Alright then. Did you, by chance, fall into the pool?
Larry:
Nice guess... but no dice. So you know my son, right, Edgey?
Edgeworth:
Your son...?
Larry:
I guess I kinda lost sight of him when I shook hands with the ambassador. And I'm pretty sure he was around here when I last saw hiiiiiiiiiim!
Franziska:
Y-You imbecile! How can you be so flippant at a time like this!? What are you going to do if your son fell into the pool!? And how old is this child of yours, anyway!?
Larry:
Huh? Oh, umm... How old is he again?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Larry, this is the first I've heard of a son. Who exactly is the mother?
Larry:
The mother? Oh, that chick... the Pink Princess!
Franziska:
The... Pink... Princess...?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
...Ms. von Karma. I was a bit confused by this man's words for a bit there... ...however, I believe what he is looking for is the doll of the Iron Infant.
Larry:
Yup! Because I'm the Steel Samurai through and through. Heart and soul! And the Iron Infant is my cute little son!
Franziska:
Y-You have given a whole new meaning to the phrase "an astounding fool"...
Edgeworth:
Larry. We have not seen hide nor hair of the Iron Infant. But rest assured that if we should find him, we'll let you know. Now, get out of there.
Larry:
Sounds good! In that case, I'll go search over there!
Edgeworth:
Hey! Wait! (.........*sigh* Well, it's not as if he'll get very far swimming around in that pool... And thought he's unrelated to the murders, he sure knows how to cause a lot of trouble.)
Pool (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
(It would appear that this pool served its function tonight as an emergency water reservoir. The pool even refills itself to the present water level. ...And when the planets align, a Steel Samurai appears from its depths.)
Statue of woman
Edgeworth:
Hmm... A statue of a woman. I wonder if the lady is pouring water...
Franziska:
It says that it's a statue of "The Queen Who Spoke of Love to King Primidux". Hmph... Well, Miles Edgeworth. It seems that you are lousy at reading a woman's heart!
Edgeworth:
(I open my mouth about a statue and she somehow made the leap to that...?)
Bush on right
Edgeworth:
Is it possible that the Yatagarasu hid in these bushes...?
Franziska:
Of course not! They're rose bushes! You've been spending so much time with Scruffy and that girl, they're rubbing off on you. But it's alright. I'll wake you out of your stupor. Now, the next time you feel like sleep-talking, remember that I'll whip you for real.
Edgeworth:
(All I tried to do was offer up a possibility, and this is what I get...?)
(Examine pool and two statues and clearing all "Talk" options of Lang leads to:)
Edgeworth:
The suddenly appearing and disappearing shadow of the Yatagarasu... I believe I've figured out its true origin.
Franziska:
I expected no less from my subordinate. Now, let's hear what you know on the subject. What really cast the shadow of the Yatagarasu?
Present statues
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The suddenly appearing and disappearing shadow of the Yatagarasu..."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, if you could take a look at this. Don't you find it to be a bit suspicious?
Franziska:
Not at all.
Edgeworth:
.............................. Hmph... As I thought. For you see, I was merely testing you just now.
Franziska:
We have no time to waste on your pompous talk, so get on with your explanation already!
Edgeworth:
Nghhooooh! (Gnrk... I guess Franziska just couldn't understand my point. I need to think this through again. Now, the Yatagarasu's shadow... There really is only one thing that can explain how it was cast, and it must be this!)
Leads back to:
"What really cast the shadow of the Yatagarasu?"
Edgeworth:
The suddenly appearing and disappearing shadow of the Yatagarasu... Is it not possible that it was created by this statue?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Are you playing me for a fool, Miles Edgeworth!? This statue bears absolutely no resemblance to the shadow of the Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
You are correct, however, this statue is but one part of the whole picture.
Franziska:
What do you mean by "only one part"...?
Edgeworth:
What is the other part to the real form of the Yatagarasu's shadow?
Present other statue
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's... another statue?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, if you could take a look at this. Don't you find it to be a bit suspicious?
Franziska:
Not at all.
Edgeworth:
.............................. Hmph... As I thought. For you see, I was merely testing you just now.
Franziska:
We have no time to waste on your pompous talk, so get on with your explanation already!
Edgeworth:
Nghhooooh! (Gnrk... I guess Franziska just couldn't understand my point. I need to think this through again. Now, the Yatagarasu's shadow... There really is only one thing that can explain how it was cast, and it must be this!)
Leads back to:
"What is the other part to the real form of the Yatagarasu's shadow?"
Franziska:
It's... another statue?
Edgeworth:
The Yatagrasu's shadow was made from the shadows of these two statues.
Franziska:
Made? What do you mean by that?
Edgeworth:
Right now, the spotlights are all over the place. This is because they were moved when the guests were in a panicked state. However, if we were to restore the lights to where they were when the thief appeared...
Franziska:
You believe that the two shadows will create the Yatagarasu's shadow?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. Now then, watch as I reveal the true form of the Yatagarasu! First, if we set up a spotlight to cast a shadow of "King Primidux and the Battlefield"... ...the shadow of the king's statue would appear on the backdrop of the stage. Likewise, if we set a light up on "The Queen Who Spoke of Love To King Primidux"... ...her silhouette would also appear on the backdrop to the stage.
Franziska:
Aha! So if we were to combine the two shadows...!
Franziska:
............ It looks nothing like the Yatagarasu's shadow! Miles Edgeworth! How do you explain this grotesque shape!?
Edgeworth:
C-Calm down, Franziska! The way the light needs to be shone on the queen's statue is wrong...
Franziska:
What do you mean by that?
Edgeworth:
I believe that the whole of the king's shadow needs to be used for this to work. However, in the case of the queen, I don't believe her whole shadow is needed. Rather, the person who created the shadow only used part of her shadow.
Franziska:
Only one part?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and that one part alone is enough to fill in the rest of the Yatagarasu's shadow.
Franziska:
Why didn't you say that in the first place!?
Edgeworth:
You're right. I-I apologize...
Franziska:
Now, what part of the queen's statue was used to complete the Yatagarasu's shadow?
Present left hand
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's... another statue?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This... is that part!
Franziska:
And how exactly should we shine the light on this part to complete the shadow? Because I can't see how this would fit in at all.
Edgeworth:
(Nngh......... Alright, perhaps I was wrong.) Franziska, it's not there we should be shining a light on, but a different location.
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Why are you withholding the correct information from me!?
Edgeworth:
Arngh! P-Please forgive my transgression...
Franziska:
Very well. Just don't mess up again!
Leads back to:
"Think back to what is missing in our shadow."
Edgeworth:
Think back to what is missing in our shadow. Five long, thin areas, correct? Now, what does that remind you of?
Franziska:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
That's right. It can only be the shadow of the queen's left hand. Franziska, can we please adjust the spotlight's position... ...so that it only shines on the queen's left hand?
Franziska:
Alright. Let's give it a try and see what we get.
Franziska:
It's...!
Lang:
Hmph... Yeah, this is exactly like the shadow I saw.
Edgeworth:
The culprit must've changed the spotlights' positioning beforehand... ...and then pulled the plug after people saw what the culprit wanted them to see. In their panic, the guests must have moved the spotlights around... ...which we can assume was also a part of the culprit's plan. By the time the lights came back on, the Yatagarasu's shadow had vanished.
Franziska:
Which means that the shadow was a construct from the very beginning.
Edgeworth:
So you see, the Yatagarasu never did visit Allebahst tonight. The only country that thief visited was Babahl, although it can be assumed... ...that the Yatagarasu had an accomplice in Allebahst.
Franziska:
An accomplice? But who...?
Edgeworth:
I haven't figured that out yet, but I assume it was the person who set up the shadow show. (I sense that the biggest clue yet to solving this case is the existence of this accomplice!)
Investigation Complete
???:
.........How's the investigation going?
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, have you come to join us in investigating Yatagarasu?
Badd:
I've left the murder... in Agent Lang's charge... And my only target... from the very beginning is the Yatagarasu... so yes...
Edgeworth:
So... what have you found out?
Badd:
...I got a piece of evidence.
Edgeworth:
May I see it...?
Badd:
...Sure, but you might regret it...
Franziska:
We're here because we are ready to face whatever may come. ...So if you please.
Badd:
...When people heard the commotion, bystanders... started gathering. And one woman... claimed, "I'm tellin' ya I'm a genuine international journalist!"... She gave me... an interesting picture.
Edgeworth:
A journalist...?
Badd:
Well, actually... she's a freelance... cameraman. This... is the photo I got from her.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What in the world!?
Franziska:
The Yatagarasu... is flying through the air...!
Badd:
...The times, they are a-changing... It's... not just man... ...but evidence... even they lie to us now...
Edgeworth:
Wh-When was this photo taken?
Badd:
...Apparently, right after the fires... on the fourth and fifth floors were put out... It was taken... from a near-by building... that you can see the embassy from.
Edgeworth:
I see. So this was taken after the fire...
Photo of Yatagarasu data jotted down in my Organizer.
Badd:
The blur in this picture... took off from the Babahlese Embassy... ...flew over the boundary... and headed for the Embassy of Allebahst...
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
This is simply not possible! People are incapable of flight!
Edgeworth:
Is that a fact? I've had the "pleasure" of dealing with a case involving a "flying person" once.
Franziska:
.............................. Actually, come to think of it, I've come across a case like that as well. Two, actually.
Badd:
...Maybe it happens more often than we think...
Edgeworth:
(Am I up to the task of solving the mystery behind this photograph? Well, the Yatagarasu took off from the Babahlese Embassy, so I should start from there.) Franziska, I need to return to the Babahl investigation for a bit.
Franziska:
...Alright.
Partner
Franziska:
Yes?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
I wonder what that photo earlier was all about...?
Edgeworth:
Indeed... (That photo certainly was "interesting"...) I believe this necessitates a need to investigate the Babahlese Embassy some more.
Franziska:
I suppose we have no choice if we are to conduct the perfect investigation.
Edgeworth:
I suppose so. (I will have to pass through the Theatrum Neutralis to reach the Babahlese Embassy.)
Present
Photo of Yatagarasu
Franziska:
This is simply not possible! People are incapable of flight!
Edgeworth:
Well, I had the "pleasure" of dealing with a case involving a "flying person" once.
Franziska:
Actually, come to think of it, I've come across a case like that as well. Two, actually.
Shi-Long Lang
Lang:
...Hah! What a farce. Turns out that what I thought was the Yatagarasu's shadow was some statues' instead.
Edgeworth:
It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone was in a panic.
Lang:
...And here I thought you'd come over to throw some sarcastic remark in my face.
Edgeworth:
Of course not. You and I, we're both of one mind in pursuit of the truth.
Lang:
Hmph... But are we really of one mind though...?
Edgeworth:
I'll be returning to the Babahl investigation now. I'll contact you if I find anything.
Lang:
.........You sure are as stubborn as a rock.
Tyrell Badd
Badd:
...So the Yatagarasu was just a shadow...
Franziska:
The calling card that was sent is what threw everyone off and made them assume things.
Edgeworth:
It's possible that all of the events tonight were part of the overall plan.
Badd:
I'm... going to continue investigating on the Allebahstian side... You two... As I always say... don't do anything stupid, alright...?
Franziska:
I wonder if he's alright? It's unusual for him to be so nice.
Edgeworth:
I think it's simply that he is concerned for our well-being, Franziska.
Franziska:
I'll continue investigating on this side of the building.
Edgeworth:
Alright, I'm counting on you.
Theatrum Neutralis
Kay:
Welcome back, Mr. Edgeworth! Now come on! Let's get vack to our investigation!
Edgeworth:
Yes, let's.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
The investigation
Kay:
Is there really any place left we haven't checked out yet in the Babahlese Embassy?
Edgeworth:
Interpol was conducting its investigation when you were being held by Agent Shih-na. Because of that, I was unable to examine the fireplace and the secretariat's desk.
Kay:
True... And since he's here, we should talk with Ambassador Palaeno some more, too! He looks so sad and lonely since Mr. Coachen died...
Edgeworth:
Yes, he does... and you are correct. I have a few issues I still need to discuss with him. We should make the best of this opportunity.
Present
Photo of Yatagarasu
Kay:
......... I've only got one thing to say to this. The real Yatagarasu can't fly through the air!
Edgeworth:
.........
Rose Garden
Franziska:
I see you're back. Well, let's continue with the investigation, shall we?
Edgeworth:
Yes, let's.
Open-Air Stage
Cement bags
Edgeworth:
Bags full of cement powder are stacked up here. I suppose they're for the renovation.
Kay:
Yeah, because I don't smell a drop of gold here, or any other treasure for that matter.
Edgeworth:
Kay, the only scent you should detect in a place like this is the smell of sweat.
Kay:
The smell of sweat? That's Gummy's coat, isn't it!?
Edgeworth:
I think you might be mistaken... Besides, that was a bit rude, wasn't it?
Kay:
Was not! I was trying to say that Gummy is a really hard worker! The fact that you took my sentence completely the wrong way makes you rude!
Edgeworth:
M-Me, rude? Perish the thought.
Bush on right side
Kay:
This bush looks like the perfect place to hide some sort of treasure, you know?
Edgeworth:
If treasure could be found so easily, wouldn't everyone be able to live life a bit easier?
Kay:
Aww... Don't dash my dreams. ...Ah!!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What is it!? Don't tell me you actually found something...!?
Kay:
Whoops, false alarm.
Edgeworth:
(Argh! How could I have let myself get caught up in her wild delusions...?)
March 14, 10:37 PMBabahlese EmbassySecretariat's Office
Kay:
To think, after all that running around, we're right back where we started.
Edgeworth:
It would appear that way...
Palaeno:
Hi, Mr. Edgeworth. Have you found Manny's killer yet?
Edgeworth:
I'm terribly sorry, Ambassador Palaeno, but I have yet to find his killer. Then I guess his murder... really was the work of the Yatagarasu...
Kay:
Let's get one thing straight. It was the work of the FAKE Yatagarasu. The real Yatagarasu is a noble vigilante who is only out to steal the truth...
Palaeno:
Ms. Faraday... Please don't make such a sad face. If there's anything I can do for you, all you have to do is ask, alright?
Kay:
Mr. Palaeno...
Edgeworth:
Actually, there is one thing you can do. Will you allow us to take another look around? We didn't have enough time to conduct a thorough investigation earlier.
Palaeno:
Oh, sure! Please feel free to investigate to your heart's content.
Edgeworth:
Also, there are a few questions I'd like to ask you personally, Ambassador.
Palaeno:
If it will bring a smile back to Ms. Faraday's face, then I'll gladly answer anything.
Kay:
Thank you, Mr. Palaeno! You're a total gentleman!
Palaeno:
Ha ha ha. You don't have to waste such nice words on me, little miss!
Kay:
Hey, Sir Palaeno!
Edgeworth:
(...Those two sure got chummy awfully quickly.)
Kay:
You know, it's easy to say we're going to investigate, but where should we begin?
Edgeworth:
We should probably start by comparing the state of this room before and after the fire. And then, we should look into the matter of the suspicious person you spotted.
Kay:
Yeah. When I came into this room, that person was already gone. But I'm willing to bet that person I was chasing is Mr. Coachen's killer.
Edgeworth:
We don't know that yet; however, it's hard to believe that person is unrelated. Furthermore, because the key the Yatagarasu stole seven years ago was found here... ...it signals that perhaps Ms. Yew is also somehow involved.
Kay:
I knew it! That woman is almost definitely Mr. Coachen's killer!
Edgeworth:
Yet again, we don't know that! (There are too many mysteries to be solved in this case.) Speaking of the Yatagarasu and mysteries... ...I received a most mysterious photo from Detective Badd.
Kay:
Uncle Badd!? He's taking part in the investigation, too!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. He has been chasing after the Yatagarasu for all these years.
Kay:
Uncle Badd.........
Edgeworth:
Now then, I was told that this photo was taken just after the fire...
Kay:
Wh-What--!? This kinda looks like the person in the long coat I was chasing...! Does this mean... that I was chasing the fake Yatagarasu after all?
Edgeworth:
I don't know the answer to your question, but I don't think people can fly either...
Kay:
But this could be how that person escaped!
Edgeworth:
Well, we'll need to investigate a bit more before we can say anything about that. In any case, let's not dawdle any more and pick up our investigation where we left off.
Begin Investigation
Babahlese EmbassySecretariat's Office
Window
Edgeworth:
You can see the Allebahstian Embassy through this window.
Kay:
So where were you when you were investigating over there, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Ah, you can see it from here. I was there on the fifth floor. That's where DeMasque II was killed.
Kay:
What!? You don't mean THE Mask☆DeMasque II!? Aww... Poor guy. As a fellow second-generation thief, I can't just turn a blind eye to this!
Edgeworth:
(...Even though DeMasque II was merely an imposter of the original?)
Desk
Edgeworth:
It appears that this area was heavily damaged by the fire.
Kay:
Yeah. I guess we should hurry up and get started examining everything.
Before examining ink and deducing paper
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining ink and deducing paper
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Chair
Edgeworth:
That looks like a very comfortable chair.
Kay:
Well, it doesn't look all that broken, so why don't you try sitting on it?
Edgeworth:
No, I'd better not. It's very important that we preserve the crime scene at all times.
Kay:
Wait, but you're always touching all sorts of things at crime scenes!
Edgeworth:
That's because I am a prosecutor, and it's a part of my job to examine things.
Kay:
And my job is to be a Great Thief!
Edgeworth:
Which is exactly why you are not allowed to touch anything.
Open drawer
Leads to:
"It would appear that this desk also fell victim to the fire."
Phone
Kay:
So I guess embassy phones are just like normal phones, huh?
Edgeworth:
Well, what did you imagine them to look like?
Kay:
I thought that Babahl's would look like a flower, and the receiver would be a butterfly! That way, it'd look like the butterfly receiver was sucking nectar from the flower base!
Edgeworth:
If any country had a flower phone, it would be Allebahst, don't you think?
Kay:
Oh! Then maybe the phone I envisioned would've been from when they were Cohdopia?
Edgeworth:
There's really no point in asking me about something that never existed in the first place.
Kay:
Hmph! You know what you lack, Mr. Edgeworth? Curiosity and an imagination!
Babahlese ink
Edgeworth:
There is a bottle of Babahlese ink on Mr. Coachen's desk.
Kay:
And it looks like there's still a lot of ink left inside.
Edgeworth:
The seal is unbroken, so the fire probably couldn't get into the bottle to burn up the ink.
Kay:
Hey, Mr. Palaeno! It looks like your precious Babahlese ink is alright after all!
Palaeno:
What!? ...That's odd.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Ambassador, what do you mean by that?
Palaeno:
Umm, well, it's just that there is something strange about the ink.
Edgeworth:
Would you mind elaborating on that statement for me please?
Babahlese ink (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
(It's Mr. Coachen's bottle of Babahlese ink. There's quite a bit of it left. I suppose he was the type to use the ink in both a legal and an illegal capacity.)
Flyers
Edgeworth:
It looks like... a bunch of flyers with coupons attached to them.
Kay:
Babahl sure gives away a lot of different coupons! Maybe I should create one of my own! I could call it the "Great Thief Coupon"!
Edgeworth:
And what kind of discount would that net you?
Kay:
The five-finger kind, what else? And I'd steal an extra thing or two for the bearer.
Edgeworth:
...Things such as?
Kay:
Such as the truth! What else would I steal?
Edgeworth:
What I wouldn't give to have a mountain of your coupons right about now.
Books
Edgeworth:
There is only one book left standing here... "Treasures of the World"...
Kay:
Wait, what!? Let me see that! .........Un-huh... I see... Aaah! The most important part was blackened by the fire! Why, cruel fate... why?
Edgeworth:
(It looks like the map of where the treasures are located has been burnt.)
Nameplate
Edgeworth:
"Manny Coachen"... His name is written here on this nameplate.
Kay:
Why would you put a nameplate with your name on it in your own office?
Edgeworth:
I suppose it's to inform people in case they walked into the wrong room by mistake.
Kay:
Do you think maybe it's also there to remind you of your own name if you forget?
Edgeworth:
Well, either way, it's never a bad thing to sit a nameplate on one's desk.
Edgeworth:
It would appear that this desk also fell victim to the fire.
Kay:
But it doesn't look too damaged... Ooh, I think we can riffle through this drawer a bit!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose we really should take a look.
Pen with paper
Edgeworth:
It seems that the contents of this drawer survived the fire rather well.
Kay:
Now THAT'S a sturdy desk! I guess that's the value of solid wood construction. Let's see if there's anything useful left in here, Mr. Edgeworth!
Orange paper
Edgeworth:
This is a rather unusual shape for a notepad. I suppose this must be another souvenir from somewhere.
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce orange paper and present DeMasque II's Note
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"The shape of this notepad... matches the shape of this note we found."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
It would appear that this piece of evidence is related.
Kay:
To what exactly...?
Edgeworth:
(Alright, so perhaps it wasn't related after all.)
Kay:
Oh, wait! Don't tell me...! Is it something that thieves can't see...?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Why don't we say that's it, and move on?
Kay:
I was just joking you know, Mr. Edgeworth! It's just my way of saying that when you make a mistake, you should just admit to it!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (It appears that she noticed after all... I really should carefully re-examine this area for clues.)
Edgeworth:
The shape of this notepad... matches the shape of this note we found.
Kay:
Hey, you're right! What is it? It looks like something straight out of Monument Valley!
Palaeno:
Ah, yes, that notepad is a souvenir from somewhere in your country. We've been collecting them for the purpose of studying them, you see.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I do. You do seem to be quite passionate about it...
Palaeno:
Oh, would you like to see MY souvenir collection? I'd love to show it to you!
Edgeworth:
(Are you sure they haven't been burnt to a crisp by the fires...?) Ambassador Palaeno, I wonder if you might recognize the handwriting on this note?
Palaeno:
Hmm... This... looks like Manny's handwriting.
Edgeworth:
I see. In that case...
Kay:
Ooh, did you figure something out?
Edgeworth:
This note was found in Allebahst... ...specifically, it was found being firmly grasped by the murdered DeMasque II!
Kay:
DeMasque II!? Then this note...!
Edgeworth:
Yes, it was a request from Mr. Coachen for DeMasque II to steal the Primidux Statue.
Palaeno:
What!? Manny... tried to steal Allebahst's Primidux Statue?
Edgeworth:
We would know for sure if we could run a handwriting analysis. Ambassador! Do you have any documents that were handwritten by Mr. Coachen?
Palaeno:
Y-Yes, I can gather a few and give them to you.
Edgeworth:
(I'll have to ask Detective Gumshoe later to run the analysis.)
Palaeno:
I can't believe that Manny... would even think of doing something like this...
Edgeworth:
Do you have any idea as to why he would've requested the theft of the statue?
Palaeno:
...There is one possibility, but mind you, it's just my personal speculation.
Edgeworth:
Anything you can tell me would be of great help, Ambassador.
Fireplace
Edgeworth:
A fireplace, huh...? So Babahl's offices have them, too.
Kay:
"Too"...?
Edgeworth:
There is a fireplace in relatively the same location in the Allebahstian office. However, we found something there that I'd rahter not recall ever again. (I still can't believe that we found that lady's undershirt in the fireplace.)
Kay:
...? If it was that traumatizing, why don't you try creating new memories with this fireplace? You could climb inside, and we can play hide and seek!
Edgeworth:
...And come out covered in soot? I think not.
Kay:
Argh! You really have no sense of fun, Mr. Edgeworth!
Safe
Edgeworth:
This safe wasn't open at the time of the fire.
Kay:
You could tell because the inside wasn't burnt, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and thanks to this safe's fire resistance, the smuggling evidence was preserved.
Kay:
Aren't safes great!? They always hold the wonderful promise of treasures within!
Edgeworth:
(Well, this one certainly did have a few inside...)
White string
Edgeworth:
(It appears that Mr. Coachen's body has been taken in for an autopsy. The white outline is all that is left to tell the tale of his murder.)
Burnt floor near safe
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, what exactly used to be here?
Palaeno:
That used to be a stack of brand-new pamphlets. But it looks like they were all burned up. I guess we'll just have to reprint them. But no matter how fast we reprint them, they always disappear so quickly.
Edgeworth:
Is the Babahlese tourism industry really that hot right now?
Palaeno:
Of course! Although, recently, the most popular vacation destination has been the Republic of Borginia. But we refuse to lose to them, so we've been hard at work promoting Babahl!
Edgeworth:
Interesting. Well, I've just recently returned from a trip to Borginia myself.
Palaeno:
Oh? And how did you like it?
Edgeworth:
...I-It was alright. (I probably shouldn't bring up the fact that I was a suspect on the flight home.)
Butterfly on wall
Edgeworth:
The national symbol of Babahl is drawn here. There's nothing especially strange about it.
Kay:
Is it just me, or did the butterfly gain an antenna since we last saw it?
Edgeworth:
Even if it did, would it really have any bearing on our case, Kay?
Broken ceiling fan
Edgeworth:
It's the charred remains of a fallen ceiling fan.
Kay:
Oh! I've seen a few of these before! They spin around and around, and play music!
Edgeworth:
...I believe you're thinking of a musical mobile for babies.
Kay:
Yes, that's it!
Edgeworth:
But they're nothing alike.
Kay:
They're totally alike! They spin those babies right around, like a record!
Edgeworth:
I... see... I guess I can see how you might think that...
Colias Palaeno
Edgeworth:
Now then, Ambassador, I'd like to ask about your movements before the fire broke out.
Palaeno:
Before the fire...? Which fire are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
Which one? There was more than one tonight?
Palaeno:
Huh? ...Oh, I see. I guess you didn't hear about it. We had two fires here at the Babahlese Embassy tonight. What a bother all of that was!
Kay:
Wait, but the only fire we know about is the one after the Jammin' Ninja's show!
Palaeno:
Ah, well, the first occurred at the start of the Jammin' Ninja's show. Luckily, only the fourth and fifth floors of out embassy caught in fire. Not wanting to cause a panic among the theatergoers, we decided to keep it internal.
Edgeworth:
Then the fire after the Jammin' Ninja's show was the second one of the night?
Palaeno:
Exactly.
Edgeworth:
So the fire I witnessed was the second one... (Come to think of it, didn't Detective Badd make reference to the first fire...?)
Edgeworth:
Wh-When was this photo taken?
Badd:
...Apparently, right after the fires... on the fourth and fifth floors were put out...
Edgeworth:
(I suppose this means that the photo was taken just after the first fire was put out.)
Photo of Yatagarasu data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
So then, what was the extent of the damage in the second fire?
Palaeno:
The second fire was contained to this floor, the third floor. I think it was left over embers from the fire on the floors above it that caused it.
Edgeworth:
That's... how should I put this... a very bad stroke of luck...
Palaeno:
My office on the fifth floor, Manny's office here... ...and Manny himself... all gone in the blink of an eye.
Fires in Babahl data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
I feel so sorry for you, Mr. Palaeno...
Palaeno:
Oops, look at me going on and on. Now then, what was it you wanted to ask again?
Edgeworth:
We were discussing what your actions and whereabouts for today were. And, if you happened to know, what Mr. Coachen's actions and whereabouts were as well.
Palaeno:
Yes, very well. Let's see, I've been quite busy all day from morning until now. First I woke up and then I brushed my teeth. After that, I had a roll for breakfast...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Fascinating... How about if you just skip to the relevant parts for me.
Palaeno:
Oh! You'd like a condensed version? Alright, I can do that for you!
Morning activities
Edgeworth:
So what did Mr. Coachen and you do this morning?
Palaeno:
Well, originally, we were supposed to meet and shake hands with the Jammin' Ninja. But Manny and I wanted to turn it into a photo op, so we were here tidying up his office.
Edgeworth:
You helped clean Mr. Coachen's office...? Why were you not cleaning your own?
Palaeno:
Oh, I think I forgot to mention this, but my office is currently undergoing renovations (Renovations - The Babahlese Embassy is undergoing renovations from top to bottom.). Which is why both the Primidux Statue and the Babahlese knife set are down here.
Edgeworth:
I see.
Palaeno:
Oh, but the tidying didn't take much, really. We just burned some files we no longer needed and expired coupons in the fireplace.
Kay:
I bet cleaning up the fireplace must've been a real pain though, huh?
Palaeno:
Ah, about that... I kind of forgot to clean the ashes out. Ha ha ha... I guess I'm up a creek without Manny here to get angry at me.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
An ambassador like yourself has been on the receiving end of a secretary's anger?
Palaeno:
Oh, he was very good at being very mad. Why, even just this morning, he got mad at me. I spilled some Babahlese ink onto the back wall when I was burning the files, you see... ...and he got mad at me, saying that I should treat the ink with more respect.
Edgeworth:
......... (Apparently, orders go up the chain of command around here.)
Amb. Palaeno's Testimony jotted down in my Organizer.
Palaeno:
That's about it for what we did this morning. Just some cleaning.
Edgeworth:
(Don't tell me you had no other work to do... being an ambassador and all.)
Afternoon activities
Edgeworth:
Now then, if you could tell me what you and Mr. Coachen did this afternoon...
Palaeno:
Well, Manny and I went down together to the Theatrum Neutralis. We had to be there for the start of the Steel Samurai stage show. After the show started, I went back to my office on the fifth floor alone.
Edgeworth:
(So they were together until the start of the Steel Samurai show.)
Palaeno:
A little while later, after I had straightened myself up a bit, I returned to the theater... ...because I was to take part in the photo op on-stage at the end of the show.
Edgeworth:
Hmm......... (There WAS a commemorative photo op at the end...)
Palaeno:
It was a fantastic photo of the 3 of us -- Ambassador Alba, the Steel Samurai, and myself. After the photo shoot, I went back to my office on the fifth floor... ...to prepare for my handshake photo op with the Jammin' Ninja.
Edgeworth:
(...He seems to be rather overworked for an ambassador.)
Palaeno:
When I got to my office, that's when the first fire broke out and I escaped down the stairs. My office was completely destroyed, but thankfully, no one was hurt. I admit I ran away from the first fire as fast as my legs could carry me... ...but during the second one, I pitched in and helped the embassy staff put it out.
Edgeworth:
So you didn't see Mr. Coachen again after the start of the Steel Samurai show?
Palaeno:
Yes, that's right. The next time I saw him, he was lying there, in an eternal sleep.
Edgeworth:
I see......... Ambassador Palaeno, I thank you very much for your help.
Palaeno:
I'm sorry I couldn't be of more assistance, Mr. Edgeworth. If there is anything else, please don't hesitate to ask, alright?
Mr. Coachen's Ink (appears after examining ink)
Edgeworth:
I wonder if you might tell me what you noticed about Mr. Coachen's bottle of ink?
Palaeno:
Umm... I just thought of it right now, but... ...during the second fire, Manny was worried about his office, so he came rushing back to it. I called out to him, and when I received no reply, I used my spare key to open the door... ...but when I did, I was greeted by roaring green flames. The flames were so big that I wasn't able to see into the room at all.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The fire was green...? What was the cause...?
Palaeno:
Well, whitcrystal oil burns green when it's lit, as you can see by this lantern.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... And Babahlese ink is made from the same oil, which means it would also burn green.
Palaeno:
You know... ...I, too, had thought it was Manny's ink that had caught on fire. So that's why I was surprised to find out there was still a bottle of ink left on his desk!
Kay:
The case of the perplexing green flames... Talk about a mystery!
Edgeworth:
(What exactly was it that caught on fire in here...?)
Job for DeMasque II (appears after deducing paper)
Edgeworth:
I believe that you said you might have an idea as to why Mr. Coachen hired DeMasque II.
Palaeno:
Actually, I fear it may be my fault. As I was telling you earlier... ...we were to determine which statue was the real one as a part of today's event.
Kay:
But because of the Yatagarasu and the fire here, that got canceled, didn't it?
Palaeno:
Ha ha ha... I'm actually relieved the rest of the event has been canceled. For you see, Babahl's statue... well, it's just a replica.
Edgeworth:
And did Mr. Coachen know that about Babahl's Primidux Statue?
Palaeno:
Of course he knew! That's why he was the only person I could consult with. We'd have to do something once our statue was revealed as a replica. As to be expected, I was very nervous today, as this would impact our country's authority.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I understand.
Palaeno:
Well, when I told Manny my concerns, he said, "Let me handle it. It'll be alright. I'll find a way to make sure you're the ambassador of the re-united Cohdopia." At the time, I thought he was just trying to cheer me up... ...but when I saw that note, I realized he was serious...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Coachen... conducted a lot of business behind your back. I assume he did all that to ensure that you are the next Cohdopian ambassador.
Palaeno:
But... why was he trying so hard, I wonder? He was so much better at getting things done than I ever was or will be...
Edgeworth:
(I don't know the answer to why he was trying so hard yet... ...but I suspect he had an ulterior motive in mind beyond just simple kindness.)
Present
Fires in Babahl
Palaeno:
I lost a lot of things to those fires... Things like the many, many coupons we had printed... ...discount tickets for the cafeteria, and...
Edgeworth:
(I should think that those blasted coupons were not the biggest victim here...)
Amb. Palaeno's Testimony
Palaeno:
Everything this morning happened exactly as I said it did in my statement. Manny and I wanted to do a photo shoot with the Jammin' Ninja, so we tidied his office. That's about it. I can't think of anything else of interest.
Edgeworth:
(If this guy is to be believed, an ambassador's job consists only of wasting time.)
Notes on Coachen's Body or Knife
Palaeno:
Oh, dear... If people were to find out that a murder occurred at our embassy... ...the number of tourists would plummet, as would our revenues! It'd be disaster! What are we going to do...?
Edgeworth:
(He really does seem worried. Perhaps I should refrain from bringing this up...)
Babahl's Primidux Statue
Palaeno:
This statue resembles that hero, the Steel Samurai, don't you think? I was thinking, what would you say to changing its name to the "Steel Samurai Statue"? It just might attract a few more tourists to our country if I did, right?
Edgeworth:
I-I'm not sure what to think... (I thought that thing was a national treasure...)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, I was wondering if you might have some thoughts on this.
Palaeno:
I think that you would know more about the case than I. So let me make it up to you for not knowing anything about that with these coupons!
Edgeworth:
...Thank you, however, I feel I must decline.
Primidux statue
Edgeworth:
So this is the real Primidux Statue...
Kay:
This... is really valuable, right?
Edgeworth:
...That's what they say.
Kay:
.........
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Kay! You're not seriously considering the theft of this statue, are you...?
Kay:
No way, Mr. Edgeworth! I wasn't thinking about anything like that! I was just calculating, in my head, how much the statue is worth.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... That sounds mighty suspicious to me.)
Knife rack
Edgeworth:
(We still don't know where the blade of the Babahlese knife went. Could it be that the killer walked away with it...?)
Shelves
Kay:
It looks like all of the souvenirs suffered some damage from the fire. I just don't believe it! Murder on top of arson!? What a disgrace to the name of the Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
The fake Yatagarasu is guilty of much more than just theft, it seems.
Kay:
I know! Because if it were me, my first priority would've been to loot this bookshelf!
Edgeworth:
You would steal ordinary souvenirs that you can buy virtually anywhere?
Kay:
You can't buy them anywhere! Each one is specific to a location and has its own value! And items that have memories attached to them are the most valuable of all!
Edgeworth:
But could you really rob someone of their valuable memories, just like that...?
Kay:
! ...N-No! Because even if I take the souvenir, I can't take the owner's memories!
Burnt floor
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, would you happen to know what these charred remains are of?
Palaeno:
Hmmmmmmmm... I don't know, actually. But I don't think there was anything there that should've been flammable.
Edgeworth:
(And so it remains a mystery to what was burned here...)
Grandfather clock
Edgeworth:
Hmm... A grandfather clock. This one resembles the one in Allebahst.
Palaeno:
Oh, that clock has been with us since back when we were still Cohdopia.
Kay:
That is one big clock! Hey, does this one have a bird that pops out like a cuckoo clock?
Palaeno:
Ha ha... I'm sorry, but no. Oh, but I'm sure you'll love its chime!
Kay:
Really!? It's going to be 11 soon, so maybe I'll get to hear it then!
Edgeworth:
Is it that time already? Time sure flies by when I'm involved in an investigation.
Kay:
Oh, it's not that late. The night's only just begun!
Edgeworth:
...Kay, it's not good for you to stay up late, you know.
Kay:
Yes, gramps!
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Palaeno leads to:)
Gumshoe:
Oh! Here you are, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, have you collected the information that I requested?
Gumshoe:
Yup! Got it all right here, sir! Here you go, Kay. Feel free to take a look! It's for you, after all.
Kay:
What is all this, Gummy...?
Gumshoe:
It's all the information on this room that I got from the Embassy and Interpol people. Now we know exactly how this room was before and after the fire!
Edgeworth:
Good work, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Aww, it was nothing, sir! I'm an expert at getting people to talk!
Kay:
Wow... You two remind me so much of my father and Uncle Badd...
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Kay:
As prosecutor and detective, your dynamic is just like theirs back in the day.
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
Well, don't you worry! I'm going to find my own wonderful partner someday! And when I do, I'm going to become a good Yatagarasu, just like my father, right?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Please don't ask me questions to which I have no answers to, Kay. However, I can say that is truly a wonderful thing to find a paetner you can trust.
Kay:
Heh heh, you bet! So, what now, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Well... I'd like to ask you for a favor.
Kay:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
That gadget... Mr. Thief, is it? That thing you call your secret weapon.
Kay:
Oh, you mean "Little Thief"! Heh, you're coming to rely on it, aren't you?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I-I don't need a crutch like that! I'm only asking because I need it for the investigation! From the information Detective Gumshoe gathered, and the ambassador's testimony... ...I'd like you to please re-create this room as it was during the third floor fire.
Kay:
You got it! Alright, here we go! Dark skies of evening, when no other bird dares take wing, one alone remains all-seeing! Now, witness the true power of a real, modern-day Robin Hood!
Edgeworth:
It seems there are other things besides what the ambassador mentioned that have changed. It's possible that we might find the escape route the person Kay saw used as well.
Palaeno:
Oooh! Wh-What is this? Is it some sort of light show I was not told about?
Kay:
This is the power of a true vigilante! It's re-creating the room with the info I inputted!
Palaeno:
Really!? That is certainly one interesting device you have there, Ms. Faraday!
Edgeworth:
Ahem. I believe it's about time we returned to our investigation.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
Little Thief
Kay:
Ready for a review on how to use Little Thief!? OK, here we go! Objects outlined in yellow are things that are not present in our time, but were in the past. Things outlined in a dotted line are things that exist now, but didn't in the past.
Edgeworth:
I see...
Kay:
You can examine and interact with replicated people and objects as you normally do. You can even present evidence whenever you find an inconsistency. Oh, and be sure to point out mistakes in the re-creation with evidence, too!
Edgeworth:
I think I remember now. Thank you for the refresher course, Kay.
Kay:
If there's something you don't get about Little Thief, feel free to ask anytime, OK?
The investigation
Kay:
I've inputted all of the info we got from Gummy and Ambassador Palaeno! With this re-creation, you should be able to tell what changed because of the fire! Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! Let's try investigating this room one more time!
Edgeworth:
Yes, let's. (In order to find out what truly happened here in this room... ...we will need to gather more information from this room. It's time to take another look.)
Notice anything?
Kay:
Looks like it was quite the fire, huh?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it appears that the flames spread fairly quickly to some of the other rooms as well.
Kay:
Yeah, but thanks to Gummy's info, I was able to re-create this room! Plus, the burnt stuff is still lying around, so you can check those as well!
Edgeworth:
(The state of this room before and after the fire... I can probably obtain some new information by comparing the differences. Yes, that's what I'll do, and use any new information to complete my logic!)
Desk
Edgeworth:
It appears that the desk is largely unchanged from before the fire.
Kay:
Yeah, it just got a little burnt, that's all.
Edgeworth:
It's a very fine desk. I'm sure that even now it's still usable.
Kay:
If it's that great, why don't you trade your desk with it?
Edgeworth:
No.
Kay:
It was just a suggestion! You didn't have to get all mono-syllabic on me, you know!
Pamphlets
Kay:
So, Babahl is really into pushing their tourism industry, huh?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it would appear that way.
Kay:
You know, I'd really love to take a trip. Hey! Why don't we take one after this case!?
Edgeworth:
...Do you already have a destination in mind?
Kay:
Hmm... Well, ideally, I'd like to go someplace where I can continue my thief training!
Edgeworth:
Well, if you want to learn the fine art of stealth... ...perhaps you should visit the studio where they make the Jammin' Ninja TV show.
Kay:
Hey! That's actually a really great idea, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(...I can't believe she took me seriously.)
Dick Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
Detective, you took part in the initial Babahl investigation, correct?
Gumshoe:
Yup, sure did! I also helped put out both fires, sir! But that first fire took me by surprise! I had a tough time escaping the fifth floor. First, I tried the elevator, but I guess someone else had the same idea 'cause it was in use. If I hadn't remembered to use the stairs at that point, I'd have burnt to a crisp!
Hold it!
Palaeno:
Wait! That's odd... We always warn our staff that in the case of a fire, it's dangerous to use the elevator.
Edgeworth:
Oh...?
Kay:
Maybe someone rode it in a fit of panic?
Edgeworth:
Detective, did you see the "Yatagarasu" that came into the Babahlese Embassy at all?
Gumshoe:
I didn't personally... ...and the other staff members told me they never got a good look at the person, either, sir.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I wonder if you could tell me a bit more about what you discovered, Detective?
During the fire
Gumshoe:
The second fire broke out around the time the Yatagarasu was spotted in Allebahst. That's also when a suspicious person was spotted in Babahl, which caused some panic.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So no one was able to get a good look at this "Yatagarasu" that entered Babahl?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. All they saw was a mysterious person wearing a long coat. But that's not enough to make a positive ID, you know?
Edgeworth:
Still, it was enough to make the people who received the calling card panic even more.
Kay:
A person in a long coat... Sounds like the exact same person I saw...
Edgeworth:
The Yatagarasu that appeared in Allebahst was proven to be just a fabrication, a shadow. In light of that fact, the Yatagarasu that appeared in Babahl is also suspect.
Kay:
You can't be serious! Not when we're this close to capturing the fake... I mean, Calisto Yew...!
Edgeworth:
(So the Yatagarasu appeared, caused mass confusion, killed Mr. Coachen, then disappeared.)
What you saw
Edgeworth:
By the way, Detective, why did you not chase after the Yatagarasu?
Gumshoe:
I-I did! But, well... this embassy is huge, sir! I got separated from the other staff members I was with, and was lost for a while there...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You didn't even memorize the layout of the building you were to guard, Detective!?
Gumshoe:
Eeeeek! I'll be sure to do that from now on, siiiiir! But you know, it was thanks to me being lost that I was able to come to Kay's rescue!
Edgeworth:
Oh? Is that a fact?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! It was when I was lost and wandering around in the third floor hallways, sir! When I heard a scream, I headed towards it right away!
Kay:
Oh! That's probably from when I found Mr. Coachen's body!
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I thought it sounded like her, so I got real worried and ran as fast as I could!
Kay:
And it was thanks to Gummy that Ms. Shih-na wasn't able to take me away! He covered for me until you got here, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Oh? I see. (So he CAN be useful once in a blue moon.)
Gumshoe:
Still, it's too bad that Agent Shih-na got here before I did.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I wonder where Agent Shih-na was before you found her here?
Gumshoe:
Well, just before I got to this room, I saw her coming out of the room next door (Shih-na's location - She was in the room next to Mr. Coachen's office up until she tried to arrest Kay.).
Edgeworth:
Agent Shih-na mentioned something about chasing the Yatagarasu herself earlier.
Gumshoe:
Well, she apparently helped in putting out the first fire. Then during the second fire I heard she was busy chasing the Yatagarasu.
Edgeworth:
She seems to be a very dedicated agent. You would do well to learn from her.
Gumshoe:
Why are you pointing at me when you say that, sir...?
Present
Fires in Babahl
Gumshoe:
Those were some fires, sir. And we don't exactly have the manpower to fight it ourselves when they're THIS bad. So about the only thing we could do was to try and catch the arsonist. I feel so helpless thinking about it. I mean, we can't prevent this sort of thinf. We can only do something after it's happened...
Edgeworth:
At least it's better than doing nothing. ...Isn't that right, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
...I guess so, sir.
Primidux Statue
Kay:
So, by this time, the Primidux Statues had already been swapped, eight?
Edgeworth:
They must have been, as this one is covered in soot.
Kay:
What lousy timing! And just as the two countries were about to become friends again, too! It would've been better if I had stolen it than for it to get caught up in that fire...
Edgeworth:
Kay, I think I understand your sentiment...
Kay:
..."However, if you were to engage in theft, I can't look the other way"... right?
Edgeworth:
If you could please stop stealing my lines!
Knife rack
Kay:
It looks like one of the Babahlese knives was already missing before the fire began.
Edgeworth:
So it would seem. Especially since the other two knives' handles were burned away.
Kay:
The remaining handle was swapped out with the handle from the real murder weapon... ...and Babahl's national treasure was stolen. Poor Babahl, don't you think!?
Edgeworth:
I'm not sure I would lump the replica statue in with the rest of Babahl's woes...
Grandfather clock
Edgeworth:
This grandfather clock... It was apparently in a different position before the fire.
Gumshoe:
According to staff members, the clock was flush against the wall before the fire, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Which means that, most likely, it was moved by someone during the fire.)
Kay:
Speaking of which, it's totally 11 o'clock now, but I don't hear any chiming...
Palaeno:
Huh? That's odd... It was still chiming right on the dot of every hour this morning. Maybe the fire damaged its internal mechanisms or something...?
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, may we take a look inside that clock?
Palaeno:
Sure, go right on ahead.
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, if you could please inspect the insides of this clock.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I'm on it!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I found this inside, sir!
Edgeworth:
It... looks like a length of wire. So this is what caused the clock to stop chiming. But what was a long length of wire doing inside this clock in the first place?
Wire data jotted down in my Organizer.
Palaeno:
*sigh*... Why would someone do this... to such a valuable clock?
Kay:
It sounds like it wasn't Mr. Palaeno that put the wire in there.
Edgeworth:
Then perhaps it was Mr. Coachen's killer who did!
Flames
Edgeworth:
These must have been the large green flames Ambassador Palaeno saw.
Kay:
With flames like these, it's no wonder he couldn't get it!
Edgeworth:
Kay, by the time you came into this room, had the fire already been put out?
Kay:
Yeah, the fire had died out or something by that time.
Edgeworth:
Then this fire in here only burned from the time fire started on the third floor... ...until the Yatagarasu appeared and caused a stir in Babahl, I suppose.
Kay:
I guess Mr. Palaeno was just lucky enough to run into this fire as it was burning, huh?
Edgeworth:
Yes, you could put it that way. And since you were the first to discover the body... ...we can assume that no one else entered the room until that time. No one other than the person you were chasing, of course.
Kay:
I knew it! That person I saw was definitely up to no good! I mean, that person could even be Mr. Coachen's killer!
Edgeworth:
That is very likely to be the case. After all, that person came into this room before you... ...and must have chosen this room precisely because they knew no one would be in here.
Kay:
OK, then maybe the green fire was where it was to prevent anyone from coming in? But then, what did the person set on fire to make the green flames?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Well, whatever it is that person burned, it made a rather sizable fire.
Kay:
And since the fire's green... well, we've seen something that burns green, right!? It's a bit tinier than these flames, but you get what I mean.
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I do believe that what you are thinking is exactly why these flames are green. Which fire-related piece of evidence burns the same color as these green flames?
Present Silhouette Lantern
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The silhouette lantern... Its green flame comes from the whitcrystal oil it's burning."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The source of the green in these flames is related to this!
Kay:
Oh, really? Well, I don't think they're related at all.
Edgeworth:
O-Oh... .........Sorry. It really isn't related, after all...
Kay:
Hey! You honestly apologized this time for being wrong!
Edgeworth:
What!? I-I'm always honest!
Kay:
And that's a good thing! Now, just keep on doing it!
Edgeworth:
(Arngh... I-I need think about this a bit more carefully... If I stay calm, the answer should come to me. This green flame... it's the same as that other flame!)
Leads back to:
"Which fire-related piece of evidence burns the same color as these green flames?"
Edgeworth:
The silhouette lantern... Its green flame comes from the whitcrystal oil it's burning.
Kay:
Yeah! That's the fire I was thinking of, too! I love the green it gives off.
Edgeworth:
I think we've now established that the green flames were caused by whitcrystal oil. Furthermore, we know that there is only one other thing made from whitcrystal oil.
Kay:
Oh! You mean that thing Mr. Palaeno was mistaken about, right!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, precisely... as we found out earlier in our investigation.
Gumshoe:
Um, what? I don't get it. Can you fill me in, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Fine, I suppose. I'll explain it in a way that even you can understand. This is the thing made from whitcrystal oil that Ambassador Palaeno was mistaken about!
Present Babahlese Ink
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Babahlese ink is made from whitcrystal oil."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Kay, this piece of evidence...
Kay:
...Is not needed anymore, right? Good, then I'll go throw it out for you!
Edgeworth:
N-No, wait!
Kay:
Huh? But why? I'm sure this piece is completely unnecessary... I mean, it didn't have anything to do with what we were talking about, after all!
Edgeworth:
W-Well, either way, can I have it back for now? (It would appear that I was the one who was mistaken this time... I need to think carefully about this one more time. Something made of whitcrystal that is still here in this very room... ...and that something is this!)
Leads back to:
"This is the thing made from whitcrystal oil that Ambassador Palaeno was mistaken about!"
Edgeworth:
Babahlese ink is made from whitcrystal oil.
Gumshoe:
Ohhhh! So, it should burn the same color as the flames in the lantern, right!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, precisely. However, the green flames in this room were not from a bottle of Babahlese ink.
Kay:
Because we found the ink Mr. Coachen used on his desk, right!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. However... we know that Mr. Coachen was smuggling the ink in massive quantities. Now, what do you suppose he made using all that ink? I believe what he made with that ink is the answer to what gave birth to the green flames.
Kay:
Oh, yeah! I'm beginning to really feel the energy coming from you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Heh... It would appear that I've finally found it, the smuggling ring's real goal!) Made of Babahlese ink, this is the source of the green flames!
Present Counterfeit Bills
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What would consume that great of a volume of ink to make...? That would be..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
In order for the green flames to arise, this piece of evidence was needed!
Kay:
Ha ha! And how did the arsonist use that, exactly? Oh, I know! Why don't we try lighting on fire and seeing what happens? I'm sort of an expert in pyrotechnics, so you just leave it to me!
Edgeworth:
H-Hold on there! (She was really all set to light it on fire...! It's a good thing this piece is related to the case, or it'd have gone up in smoke... I need to think carefully about this one more time. The real source of the green flames... It must be this!)
Leads back to:
"Made of Babahlese ink, this is the source of the green flames!"
Edgeworth:
What would consume that great of a volume of ink to make...? That would be... ...the counterfeit bills that the smuggling ring made and are circulating in Zheng Fa.
Kay:
You're kidding!? You're saying that it was Mr. Coachen who made the counterfeit bills...?
Edgeworth:
I am. I believe you could even go so far as to say that he "stole" Babahl's printing press. Ambassador, Mr. Coachen had permission to freely use the printing press, correct?
Palaeno:
Why, yes. And I do remember seeing him use it in the middle of the night... ...but never did I think he was using it for such a foul deed...!
Edgeworth:
Ambassador! Because of your secretary's crimes, you will need to be investigated as well!
Palaeno:
Ah, yes, I suppose so. We've caused a bit of trouble for a few countries, haven't we?
Edgeworth:
It is my duty to search out all who shielded Mr. Coachen and concealed his crime. For they are the ones who started the fire in order to destroy the evidence!
Counterfeit Bills data updated in my Organizer.
Flames (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
So the source of this green fire was Babahlese ink... And it was Babahlese ink that Mr. Coachen was smuggling in mass quantities. Clearly, the culprit started the fire to burn away the proof of that smuggling activity!
(Examining grandfather clock and flames and clearing "What you saw" "Talk" option leads to:)
Edgeworth:
(We've examined everything in this office, but there is one thing that bothers me. Perhaps I should ask Ambassador Palaeno about it.) Ambassador Palaeno, there is something I'd like to ask you about.
Palaeno:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
About this office, it appears, to me, to be very similar to Ambassador Alba's office. For example, the location of the fireplace and the position of the grandfather clock.
Palaeno:
Ah, that's right. You've also paid a visit to the Allebahstian side of the embassy. Our two embassies actually used to be one.
Edgeworth:
(Yes, I know. Even the pamphlet mentioned that.)
Palaeno:
Which is why the building is bilaterally symmetrical (Bilateral symmetry - Because this used to be on embassy, offices on the two sides are symmetrical.). So no matter which room, the location of the fireplace and the like are exactly the same. Even where the art is located is the same. As my room is currently under renovation... ...we worked hard to make Manny's room look like the ambassador's office.
Kay:
You mean for your hand shake photo op with the Jammin' Ninja?
Palaeno:
Yes, that's right. I mean, what's a photo like that worth if it's not taken in the ambassador's office right?
Edgeworth:
(Yet another odd expression of Babahl's obsessively competitive spirit with Allebahst, I take it?) Thank you, Ambassador. That piece of information is all I needed to connect the dots.
Palaeno:
? ...Connect what dots? Well, anyway, I'm glad I was able to be of some help.
Logic
"Connected fireplaces" and "Bilateral symmetry"
Leads to:
"The Allebahstian and Babahlese sides of the building are symmetrical to each other."
Edgeworth:
The Allebahstian and Babahlese sides of the building are symmetrical to each other. As we know that to be a fact, then this room's fireplace may also hide a secret passageway.
Kay:
A secret passageway?
Edgeworth:
In Allebahst, the fireplace turned out to have a revolving back wall.
Kay:
A revolving wall!? It sounds like something out of a ninja house!
Gumshoe:
Wow, there was a trick like that built into the fireplace, sir!?
Palaeno:
What!? Th-This embassy holds THAT kind of secret!?
Edgeworth:
There seems to be a lot about this room that you don't know about, Ambassador...
Palaeno:
I guess it's time to pay the bill for letting Manny do so much work for me. Please, I really want to know about the real Manny and what you know about this room.
Kay:
What are you waiting for, Mr. Edgeworth!? Let's get to the bottom of this!
Edgeworth:
Agreed. And my first thought is that it's likely the killer used the revolving fireplace (Revolving fireplace used? - It's possible someone used the revolving fireplace wall. I need to examine it more.).
Kay:
It looks like just another fireplace, though, doesn't it? So, how you do turn it again?
Edgeworth:
In Allebahst, I had to push where the X was on the far wall of the fireplace.
Gumshoe:
Oh! I see an X back there, sir! Let's see what happens when I push it...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Gumshoe:
Aaaaah! You scared me, sir!
Edgeworth:
There is something about this fireplace that lies in contradiction to the facts.
Kay:
Huh? But we found an X where you thought there'd be one, right?
Edgeworth:
We did, but that's not what I was referring to. Something is missing from this scene. (What does this contradiction mean for us...?)
Fireplace
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
X mark
Edgeworth:
If we push this X mark, the fireplace wall should turn.
Gumshoe:
A revolving fireplace wall! That's neat, sir!? We should hurry up and...!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Wait, Detective! There is something we need to examine about this first. Besides which, there is also something I'd like to test.
Gumshoe:
Like what, sir?
Edgeworth:
I'll tell you later, Detective. For now, let's continue with the investigation.
Logs
Edgeworth:
All I see inside this fireplace is starter wood.
Kay:
Huh? That's odd. It doesn't match up with what Mr. Palaeno said earlier.
Edgeworth:
(What is the meaning of this contradiction...?)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce logs and present Amb. Palaeno's Testimony
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Ambassador Palaeno, you said that you burned some old files in this fireplace today, correct?"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This points out exactly what is so contradictory about the fireplace as it currently is!
Kay:
And what exactly is that?
Gumshoe:
Aw, it's OK if you don't see it, Kay! I don't really get it either, but I figure it's just too splendid for me to understand! So come on, Mr. Edgeworth! Why don't you tell us what exactly is so contradictory?
Edgeworth:
U-Umm......... (I can't exactly admit to being wrong if Detective Gumshoe is the one asking...)
Kay:
Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! My youth only lasts for so long, you know?
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... Let's take another look at the fireplace first, shall we?
Gumshoe:
How come when I answer confidently, you take that to mean we're off course, sir?
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno, you said that you burned some old files in this fireplace today, correct?
Palaeno:
Yes, I burned quite a few files this morning, actually.
Edgeworth:
And after you did, you forgot to clean out the ashes from the fireplace, correct?
Palaeno:
Th-That's right. But why are you asking? And why are you making such a scary face...?
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, I admit I am a bit intimidating when I'm serious. ...In any case! Take a good look at this fireplace, and tell me what you find odd about it.
Palaeno:
Let's see... Huh? Where did all the ashes go...? (Missing ashes - The ashes that should still be in the fireplace are missing. Where did they go...?)
Kay:
What is the meaning of this, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Gumshoe:
You don't really think... that Ambassador Palaeno is lying, do you?
Edgeworth:
No, there is no reason for him to lie. And I don't believe his testimony is wrong, either. It is the fireplace that is causing the contradiction. Kay, I wonder if you might update the fireplace data for me.
Kay:
You got it! I'll add in the ashes from the burnt files and...
Kay:
Sounds like we've pretty much figured everything out now, huh!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Well, it was nothing. All I did was follow where our leads led us.
Kay:
Oh, I sense it coming on! You're about to dazzle us again, right!?
Gumshoe:
Oh, you mean that!? Well, it's what Mr. Edgeworth is known for, you know!
Edgeworth:
...There is really no need for you two to dance around the name of what I'm about to do.
Logic
"Missing ashes" and "Revolving fireplace used?"
Leads to:
"The reason as to why the ashes are missing is simple."
Fireplace
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Ashes
Edgeworth:
The ashes Ambassador Palaeno left here have disappeared. If we follow where this piece of information leads, we should begin to see the truth.
Kay:
It's time to use your secret weapon, right!?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! Go on, sir! Use your special skill!
Edgeworth:
I'll ignore your strange phrasing for now, and focus on the information we have instead. (Just a little further... I can sense the truth lying on just the other side of this!)
Edgeworth:
The reason as to why the ashes are missing is simple.
Kay:
It's not because someone cleaned them up, right?
Edgeworth:
No, because even if someone did sweep them up, the fireplace is too clean for that. Ambassador Palaeno said that he spilled some Babahlese ink while he was burning the files. And yet, there is not a trace of the spilled ink on the back wall anywhere!
Kay:
Well then, I don't know what happened.
Edgeworth:
Well, I'll tell you what happened. The two sides were switched. By using the revolving fireplace wall, the ashes were moved into the neighboring room. Which means that this is a clear indication that the fireplace was used!
Revolving Fireplace Wall data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Then, you mean... the person I was chasing... ...disappeared from this room through there...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I believe the person you were in pursuit of is Mr. Coachen's killer. And after committing the murder, escaped through the fireplace (Escaped through revolving fireplace - The person Kay was chasing used the fireplace to escape into the room next door.)!
Kay:
Wow, Mr. Edgeworth! You figured out the killer's escape route!
Edgeworth:
(I have, but this is only the beginning. Now we have to chase the killer down!)
Logic
"Shih-na's location" and "Escaped through revolving fireplace"
Leads to:
"If the killer used the fireplace in this room to escape into the next..."
Edgeworth:
If the killer used the fireplace in this room to escape into the next... ...then it's only logical for us to "talk" with the person who was in the neighboring room.
Gumshoe:
Well, the person that was in the next room was... Oh! It was that person, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes, Detective... Agent Shih-na.
Investigation Complete
Kay:
It's looking more and more like Ms. Shih-na is the killer, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
Let's not jump to conclusions yet. We need to go through what we know so far. She came running straight into this room from the next one, and instantly accused you. Furthermore, she claimed that it could only have been you that killed Mr. Coachen. I don't have any proof yet, however, I KNOW she is hiding something from us!
Kay:
OK, then! Why don't we go ask Ms. Shih-na herself!?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
No, not yet. There's something that needs to be done first. ...Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Sir! Is it my turn to do something, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I have a two-part special assignment for you. First, I need you to run a handwriting analysis on DeMasque II's note.
Gumshoe:
OK! I'll get the lab boys on that right away!
Edgeworth:
Second, I want you to see if you can fit through the revolving fireplace well.
Gumshoe:
R-Right now, sir!?
Edgeworth:
No, next decade... Of course now! We need to test out hypothesis first, don't we?
Kay:
Go on, Gummy! You can do it!
Gumshoe:
Alright. I'm gonna do this like a real man! Here I go, through the fireplace and back!
Edgeworth:
(You shouldn't need to psych yourself up that much for such a simple task, Detective...)
Gumshoe:
Wow! The wall inside the fireplace really DID turn!
Kay:
That's so neat! Now, I wanna try going through there, too!
Palaeno:
Th-There really IS a secret passageway through there... I had no idea...!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It would appear that the ash really was pushed into the other room. Furthermore, the Babahlese ink you spilled, Ambassador, is there on the back wall.
Gumshoe:
OK, here I go, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Detective, I'd like you to go through there under the same conditions as the killer.
Gumshoe:
Huh? But there's all that ash and stuff...
Edgeworth:
And your point is? Now, we're short on time, so if you could please hurry on through.
Gumshoe:
Nngh... Y-Yes, sir...
Kay:
OK! So NOW we pretty much have the whole picture, right!?
Edgeworth:
No, not yet. There remains a few more mysteries to solve... ...such as the Yatagarasu's whereabouts, the other smuggling ring members... ...the two weapons that made it across the border, the key Ms. Yew stole 7 years ago... In fact, we haven't figured out a thing regarding how Ms. Yew is related to these embassies!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
A number of pieces connect in a very complicated way in this case... It's almost enough to make one completely mentally exhausted.
Kay:
What are you saying, Mr. Edgeworth!? I thought you were the one who said that it's easy if you follow the leads?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Was that supposed to be an impression of me, Kay?
Kay:
If it's info gathering you need, Gummy and I can help with that! Then, all you'd have to do is show off your fancy-schmancy logical deductions!
Edgeworth:
"Show off"...? (Does it seem like I'm being boastful when I do that...?)
Kay:
Let's not over-complicate matters, OK, Mr. Edgeworth!? We've been so focused, like a laser, on only what seems strange and out of place... ...it's no wonder nothing's clicked and we haven't unlocked anything yet. But, if we think things through calmly, the answer should come to us!
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Kay:
That's the sort of thing I say to myself... ...when I'm practicing how to unlock padlocks, you know!
Edgeworth:
...That is something that I hope practice doesn't make perfect, for your sake.
Kay:
Ha ha ha! Yay! Looks like you're back to your straight-laced self again!
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! I'm back, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I can see that. Good work, Detective.
Gumshoe:
*cough* *cough* *cough* L-Looks like you can use that fireplace like a door, sir!
Kay:
Are you alright, Gummy...?
Gumshoe:
I-I'm OK! It's just a bit of ash and dust, that's all!
Edgeworth:
Your jacket has gotten quite filthy. I see the hem has practically turned black.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, well, quite a bit of the unburned ink got on it, sir.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I see. Thank you, Detective. You did a fine job. I'll even pay the cleaning bill for the trench coat.
Gumshoe:
What!? Oh, no, sir! I could never! This is just my old coat, sir! If it was a coat I actually cared about, then I'd get it cleaned, but, you know...
Edgeworth:
...? I see. Very well, then. As you wish.
Kay:
So because Gummy was able to climb through the fireplace, we know it can be used, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, but that's not all we learned. We actually learned one other important fact.
Kay:
And that is...?
Edgeworth:
I will have to explain it to you later. Right now, we need to deal with the handwriting analysis. Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I'll be back before you know it!
Edgeworth:
The handwriting analysis on Mr. Coachen's handwriting will take a bit of time. Let us go and wait in the Theatrum Neutralis, along with Agent Lang and Agent Shih-na!
To be continued.
March 14, 11:33 PMTheatrum NeutralisLobby
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang...
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Little cubs, never do they know the real fury of the Elder wolves."
Edgeworth:
(These quotes are definitely becoming increasingly difficult to decipher...) And what does that mean?
Lang:
It means that you'll never really know how angry I can get. Mr. Prosecutor... The counterfeit bills made with Babahlese ink... they were all of Zheng Fa denominations.
Edgeworth:
Yes, so I heard from Ms. von Karma.
Franziska:
But we don't know where the play money was gone.
Edgeworth:
(They must not have figured out that it was all burned yet...)
Lang:
Ever since those things showed up in circulation, my country's economy has taken a big hit. Zheng Fa is in financial chaos as we speak... ...because we can't tell the difference between our own bills and the fakes! But it's not just the money; the citizens are also worried. I've staked the honor of the house of Lang on this... ...and have come to this land to capture the mastermind behind this whole mess. I investigated how the bills were made and how the ink was smuggled into Zheng Fa... ...and I pursued the smuggling ring all the way here. But tonight... this is where the final chapter was written. Despite my frantic efforts to chase the smuggler down, someone got to him first... ...and now I'm called to return home without a single answer!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, I...
Lang:
Don't start. It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault, Mr. Prosecutor. Ambassador Alba, I'm sorry for all the trouble tonight.
Alba:
Oh, no, no. It is I who should apologize. It was all because I was not strong enough. If only I was able to think of a better solution... Quercus, you fool! Curse your empty brain!
Lang:
Heh, you're being too hard on yourself, Ambassador. I take full responsibility for tonight, end of story. Shih-na, let's go. Time to return to our den.
Shih-na:
.........Yes.
Franziska:
I don't like to admit it, but there's not much else for us to do but to go home as well.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! A moment, if you
Hold it!
Gumshoe:
You, Wolf-man and the secretary lady! Hold it! Objection! Pal!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe...! Have you got the results of the handwriting analysis already?
Gumshoe:
Yup, and that note... was definitely written by Mr. Coachen, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hmm, just as I thought... Good work, Detective.
DeMasque II's Note data updated in my Organizer.
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor... How long do you intend to hold us up for?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Sorry to have made you wait, but I believe that now everyone is finally here. Agent Shih-na. I'd like to ask you something, if you don't mind.
Shih-na:
.........Yes?
Edgeworth:
How exactly did you fail to see the Yatagarasu... ...when you were in the neighboring room to where Mr. Coachen was killed!? I'd like you to explain THAT to us.
Lang:
What...? Hey, Mr. Prosecutor! What are you doing asking her about something she didn't see?
Edgeworth:
(Agent Lang hasn't touched the Babahl investigation at all. So I suppose I will need to explain a few things to him first.)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... I can't even begin to imagine what's going on in that head of yours.
Edgeworth:
The only thing going on in my head... is the pursuit of the truth!
Franziska:
Oh? It sounds like you have some sort of plan. Very well, I'll supervise you until the end.
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* Is she seriously going to treat me as a subordinate for the rest of the day...?)
Lang:
You're not trying to pick a fight with my subordinate on some flimsy guess, are you?
Edgeworth:
I'm not trying to "pick a fight" and the evidence is hardly flimsy, as you will see.
Lang:
Hah! I should've known... ...that you and I are destined to fight it out to the very end!
Edgeworth:
It would appear that way.
Lang:
Well, I'll prove her innocence, so let's see what you've got, Prosecutor Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... With pleasure. (For my opening argument, I'll discuss the Yatagarasu that appeared in Babahl... ...and establish exactly who it was that Kay saw.) Agent Lang. I assume you've been briefed on Kay's testimony?
Lang:
You mean the "suspicious person in a coat" that she saw?
Edgeworth:
That's right. That person is one of the keys to solving the case. The person who pretended to be the Yatagarasu!
Lang:
"Pretended"? And what do you mean by that!?
Edgeworth:
I'll get to that in a second, but first, I want to review what this person Kay saw did. Kay, if you could please explain what the person you were chasing did for us...
Kay:
OK! You got it! I first spotted the suspicious person near the open-air stage on the Babahlese side. I called out to the person, but as soon as I did, that person ran off. I thought it was rather suspicious, so I immediately gave chase.
Edgeworth:
For the sake of argument, let's call this suspicious person the Yatagarasu. Now, please tell us what happened when you chased the Yatagarasu up to the 3rd floor.
Kay:
Can do! I chased the Yatagarasu all the way up to the third floor of the Babahlese Embassy. It was a pretty straight chase down the hallway, until the sudden turn. The Yatagarasu disappeared around the corner, so I did my best to catch up. When I turned the corner, I saw the Yatagarasu run into Mr. Coachen's office. I gave chase and ran into the room... But when I entered the room, it was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. I felt something on the ground next to my foot, so I turned on the lights, but then...
Kay:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Shih-na:
...Who's there!?
Kay:
By the time I had turned on the lights, the Yatagarasu had disappeared.
Edgeworth:
When Kay entered the room, the person she was chasing was already gone. Why do you suppose that was, Agent Lang?
Lang:
...What do you mean, "Why do you suppose?" Isn't it obvious!? The person slipped out through the door behind the girl under the cover of darkness.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but I know for a fact that the person didn't escape through that door!
Lang:
Oh? And how do you know that with such certainly!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... That's easy. If the Yatagarasu had left through that door, they would have run right into this person!
Present Shih-na profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Y-Your answer is Shih-na...?"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the person the suspicious person would've ran into!
Lang:
...Huh? Hey, Mr. Prosecutor... Are you sure you're not losing it?
Edgeworth:
I haven't lost anything, and certainly not my mind.
Lang:
Maybe not, but you definitely have the wrong person. Or maybe you're just terrible with not only logic, but names as well!
Edgeworth:
Nnnngggghhhhooooh! (I know I was mistaken, but you didn't have to insult me! Think, Miles! Recall the circumstances around Kay's near-arrest! There was someone right next to Mr. Coachen's office investigating at the time!)
Leads back to:
"If the Yatagarasu had left through that door, they would have run right into this person!"
Lang:
Y-Your answer is Shih-na...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, because let's consider what would've happened if the Yatagarasu had used the door. When Kay screamed upon discovering Mr. Coachen's body... ...the Yatagarasu would've run right into Agent Shih-na, who was in the next room over.
Lang:
...Arngh!
Edgeworth:
Agent Shih-na. Would you mind telling us if you saw the suspicious person in question?
Shih-na:
.........No, I didn't see anyone.
Edgeworth:
You see? Therefore, the Yatagarasu could not have escaped through the door as
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
It just means that the creep slipped out before Shih-na made it out into the hallway!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I doubt that, as there was another person in that hallway. A certain detective. Detective Gumshoe, where were you exactly at that time?
Gumshoe:
M-Me, sir? Well, when I heard Kay's scream... ...I ran towards Mr. Coachen's office from the opposite direction of Agent Shih-na, sir!
Edgeworth:
So, Agent Lang, can YOU explain how someone could've eluded both of them!? Even you must concede that under these circumstances, the door was not a viable route!
Lang:
Grr...rrrnoooooooooh!
Kay:
Way to go, Mr. Edgeworth! You nailed him with just an explanation of what happened!
Edgeworth:
Yes... I've eliminated one of the possible escape routes from that room. (But this is far from over. I need to make Agent Lang aware as well... ...of yet another possible escape route the Yatagarasu could've taken.)
Lang:
.........! Ha ha ha ha! I get it! So that's what you were trying to show me. Hey, Mr. Prosecutor... Let me guess. This what you're trying to say, right? Because the door was not a viable escape route, then there must've been another way out!
Edgeworth:
Precisely.
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! It's time to bust out with our revolving fireplace wall explanation, right!?
Edgeworth:
No, not quite yet.
Kay:
Huh? But why? I thought this would be the perfect time...
Edgeworth:
The revolving wall on the Babahlese side is known only to four people. And if we use this information unwisely, the truth may escape us in the end.
Lang:
What's with all the whispering over there? Scared I'll figure out our tactics?
Edgeworth:
Hmph, nothing of the sort, Agent Lang. Come, let's continue where we left off.
Lang:
That smug, haughty attitude of yours... You really rub me the wrong way, you know that!? ...Hmph. Well, no matter. I've figured you out already anyway. The only other possible escape route besides the door... is the room's lone window! And since an eerie picture of said escape route exists... Are you saying that this photo captures the moment of the Yatagarasu's escape!?
Edgeworth:
(I guess Detective Badd must have filled him in on this photo... I have to admit that at first, I thought the window to be a possible escape route as well. However, I now know that to be impossible!)
Lang:
Now, I realize you may not know this, but... ...humans can't fly.
Edgeworth:
Of course I know that! That's bloody common sense! Besides, I never said I thought that photo to be of the Yatagarasu's escape route.
Lang:
...I suppose not. Alright then, explain yourself.
Edgeworth:
The shadow in this photo is not the Yatagarasu that Kay was chasing after.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You can say whatever you'd like in whatever language you want... ...but there's only one language I really understand: the language of evidence!
Edgeworth:
Very well, then. I present to you, proof that the person Kay saw is not the same as the one in this photo!
Present Photo of Yatagarasu or Fires in Babahl
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Let me explain to you precisely why the shadow in this photo is not the Yatagarasu Kay saw."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence proves that the shadow in the photo is not the person Kay saw!
Lang:
...Oh, is that right? What do you think, little miss?
Kay:
Huh!? Well, umm... Gummy, what do you think?
Gumshoe:
Me!? Umm, I... Ms. von Karma, what do you think, sir?
Franziska:
I don't think anything, because I already know that evidence proves absolutely nothing!
Lang:
Aha ha ha ha ha! Looks like you've got a mutiny on your hands, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (The last thing I needed was him laughing in my face! I need to think back to what Detective Badd told me... ...about when this photo was taken.)
Leads back to:
"I present to you, proof that the person Kay saw is not the same as the one in this photo!"
Edgeworth:
Let me explain to you precisely why the shadow in this photo is not the Yatagarasu Kay saw. Kay spotted the Yatagarasu heading for the third floor during the second fire. However, the photo in question was taken just after the first fire!
Lang:
Grr...rrrnoooooooooooh!
Kay:
Yeah! Way to go! That's TWICE you've bit him in the butt now!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
We're not done yet! You still have to explain what that shadow is... ...and how the Yatagarasu escaped! I don't suppose you can answer both, can you!?
Edgeworth:
Regarding the photo, I admit that we don't understand what it means quite yet.
Lang:
Hah! As I thought.
Edgeworth:
However, the Yatagarasu's escape route? Now, THAT I can answer.
Lang:
You can? Well, then, Mr. Prosecutor, go on! Enlighten me!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Even if I explain it, you'll try to find some flaw with what I have to say. You were busy heading up the Allebahstian investigation, correct? In that case, I doubt you'd have much knowledge about the Babahlese side of the case... ...so wouldn't it be best if the lead on that side, Agent Shih-na, explained in my stead?
Lang:
.........Argh! Shih-na is my subordinate...! If I don't stick up for her, how can I look her in the eyes and call myself her boss...!?
Shih-na:
.........Lang, it's alright. I can take care of him.
Lang:
Shih-na.
Shih-na:
You've shielded me a lot as my boss... ...but it's time for me to prove my worth.
Lang:
...Alright. If you're OK with it, then you have my support.
Edgeworth:
(Finally, it's down to just Agent Shih-na and myself. This is where the battle really begins!)
Shih-na:
Now then, what is it you'd like to ask?
Edgeworth:
Hmm, let's see... Why don't we start with your movements inside the Babahlese Embassy?
-- Shih-na's Movements --
Shih-na:
During the first Babahlese fire, I assisted in putting out the fire.
During the second fire, I was searching for the Yatagarasu that had appeared in Babahl.
While I was searching, I heard a scream coming from the next room over.
Although I was in the next room, I was unable to catch a glimpse of the Yatagarasu.
To be honest, I'm actually very skeptical that the girl's "Yatagarasu" even exists.
Shih-na:
And that is all I have to say.
Kay:
But I'm not lying when I say I saw the suspicious person run into Mr. Coachen's office! Like I said earlier... ...I have no intention of retracting my testimony.
Shih-na:
.........Good.
Edgeworth:
Just to confirm, did you have a partner when you were on your investigation?
Shih-na:
No, I moved alone.
Edgeworth:
In that case, you have no one to corroborate your alibi. Is that correct?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Are you calling her suspicious because she was in a room by herself!? How pathetic!
Edgeworth:
...And it wasn't when Agent Shih-na tried to arrest Kay under the same rationale?
Lang:
............!
Edgeworth:
And how about when you accused Larry because he was the weapon's owner?
Lang:
............Grr!
Franziska:
Not that it's unexpected for that useless lump to get into such a situation. Although, I suppose it's never a good idea to let mistakes go uncorrected.
Lang:
I will make no excuse for what I did in that situation.
Gumshoe:
Then you should apologize right now for making Kay out to be the killer, pal!
Lang:
.........I'm sorry. Shih-na, apologize.
Shih-na:
..........................................I'm sorry.
Kay:
I-It's really OK! I mean, I'm not under suspicion anymore! Right, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Well, I never doubted you. Not for one second.
Lang:
.........And the same goes for me. I believe in Shih-na.
Edgeworth:
Then let's put that to the test, and see if she is really worthy of your trust.
Shih-na:
Heh heh... This promises to be interesting.
Rebuttal
-- Shih-na's Movements --
Shih-na:
During the first Babahlese fire, I assisted in putting out the fire.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you helped with the fire extinguishing effort?
Shih-na:
I was in charge of the police on the Babahlese side, so I helped them with their work.
Edgeworth:
Police doing the job of firemen... You really know how to work people.
Lang:
She sure does. That's because she's one awesome woman who knows how to manage.
Kay:
I guess so! She's always bringing you a business card or a scroll at just the right time!
Shih-na:
To prepare everything before I'm ordered to... That is the definition of a secretary.
Gumshoe:
She kinda seems more capable than Agent Lang, doesn't she?
Edgeworth:
At the very least, she's certainly more capable than you, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Oogh... I kinda had a feeling you were going to say that.
Lang:
Shih-na's more than just a capable secretary, you know. Shih-na, tell him what other things you're good at.
Shih-na:
...Alright.
Shih-na:
During the second fire, I was searching for the Yatagarasu that had appeared in Babahl.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By "the second fire", you mean the one that consumed the third floor of Babahl, correct?
Shih-na:
Yes. That was when the suspicious person was spotted in Babahl.
Kay:
Then, you WERE after the same person in the long coat that I was after!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
There is no proof that the suspicious person was really the Yatagarasu... ...because no one was able to get a good look at the person's face.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... By the way, how was your team's investigation?
Shih-na:
In order to extinguish the fire, water was pumped into the third floor via the windows. So the majority of the investigators conducted their searches on other floors.
Edgeworth:
(Maybe they did, but there was one person who was wandering around lost on the third floor.)
Shih-na:
When the fire was pretty much out, I moved to investigate the third floor.
Edgeworth:
And you did that alone...?
Shih-na:
Yes...
Shih-na:
While I was searching, I heard a scream coming from the next room over.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you were in the room next to Mr. Coachen's office.
Shih-na:
I already told you I was earlier. As I was examining the neighboring room... ...I heard that girl's shrill scream. Upon hearing her, I immediately ran towards Mr. Coachen's office.
Edgeworth:
Wherein, you proceeded to arrest her, as I recall.
Shih-na:
...Yes, I did.
Gumshoe:
But she was totally innocent, pal! I thought we had already cleared that up!
Shih-na:
...And I thought I had already apologized for my behavior. Now if the tenacious detective would be so kind as to be quiet...
Gumshoe:
Oongh!
Edgeworth:
I have to agree. Right now is not the time to take issue with that.
Gumshoe:
Nngh... Not you, too, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
But what I do take issue with is the fact that you didn't see the Yatagarasu, Agent Shih-na.
Shih-na:
Hmph... The prosecutors of this country are all so strange.
Shih-na:
Although I was in the next room, I was unable to catch a glimpse of the Yatagarasu.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You were unable to catch even a glimpse, despite being in the next room? Is that true?
Shih-na:
...I really hate to repeat myself.
Edgeworth:
Hmph......... I'm sorry for inconveniencing you... ...however, I simply wish to make sure that you are not mis-remembering something. We wouldn't want you to be accused of lying later on, would we?
Shih-na:
...!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor... Are you calling Shih-na's testimony a lie!?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, I'm talking with Agent Shih-na right now... ...so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't interrupt us with superfluous comments!
Lang:
Grr...rrr.........! Grrrrrrrrrnnnnngh!
Kay:
Aww... You know, I feel kinda bad for him.
Edgeworth:
I understand his pain at watching one of his subordinates being accused... ...however, I cannot turn my eyes from the truth!
Shih-na:
Lang... I'm alright. And as for you, I think you should be focusing your doubts on that girl rather than me.
Kay:
!
Edgeworth:
...And why is that?
Present Revolving Fireplace Wall
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Being in the room next to Mr. Coachen's office is the problem with your testimony."
Shih-na:
To be honest, I'm actually very skeptical that the girl's "Yatagarasu" even exists.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you throwing Kay's words into doubt again?
Shih-na:
Well, she does claim to be the Yatagarasu, right? And she did try to chase down the Yatagarasu, despite being just an average children.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Actually, she came here with the goal of capturing the fake Yatagarasu.
Kay:
That's right, which is why I would never lie about anything related to the Yatagarasu.
Shih-na:
And I suppose you have proof of that somewhere?
Kay:
Not quite, but even without any, I have people who believe in me, and that's enough.
Shih-na:
...I see.
Edgeworth:
Kay's testimony is without flaw, but as for yours... Well, let's just say that I find your testimony to be a bit suspicious.
Shih-na:
.........
Edgeworth:
Hmph... There seems to be a very large flaw in her testimony.
Kay:
Oh? Then why don't you show her using what we found out with Little Thief?
Edgeworth:
Heh... I will, in due time. (The escape route of the Yatagarasu that Kay was in pursuit of... If it turns out that it really does lead right to Agent Shih-na... ...then what is it that she is keeping from us right now?)
Edgeworth:
Being in the room next to Mr. Coachen's office is the problem with your testimony.
Shih-na:
.........!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor... I don't see what problem you're talking about at all!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, do you recall the secret we discovered about the Allebahstian office fireplace?
Lang:
Huh? Oh, you mean how it connects the office with the room next door? What about it?
Edgeworth:
Well... Allebast isn't the only country with secret connecting fireplaces.
Lang:
Wha--!?
Edgeworth:
The fireplace in Mr. Coachen's office holds the exact same secret!
Lang:
Wh...Whaaaaaaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
The Yatagarasu didn't escape through the door to the room or the window. The escape route was through the revolving fireplace wall and into the next room over!
Shih-na:
.........!
Edgeworth:
Now do you see? If the Yatagarasu had escaped into the next room... ...then the thief would've run straight into Agent Shih-na! Meaning that it's impossible for her to have missed the Yatagarasu!
Lang:
A.........Aiyaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Franziska:
Wh-What is the meaning of this, Miles!?
Edgeworth:
Well? Would you care to explain, Agent Shih-na... ...how you managed to completely miss the fleeing Yatagarasu, or shall I?
Shih-na:
............
Edgeworth:
Your claim that you were in the next room was a lie all along, wasn't it? The truth is, you were the one Kay saw in the coat... ...pretending to be the Yatagarasu, and you were the one she chased after. As you tried to lose her, you ran into Mr. Coachen's office, and headed for the fireplace. Then, you shed your coat in the next room, leaving it there to emerge as "Agent Shih-na". After that, you came back around to place Kay under arrest. Does that sound about right? If not, then speak now or forever hold your peace.
Shih-na:
............
Gumshoe:
How dare you make Kay look like the bad guy when you're the suspicious one, pal!?
Shih-na:
.........Phwwh... Phwwwwh...
Edgeworth:
.........!
Lang:
...Shih-na...?
Shih-na:
Hee... hee hee hee......... ...Hee hee hee hee hee... hee hee......... Aha! Ahaha! Ahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
! (That... That laugh...!)
Franziska:
I remember this irritating laugh...
Gumshoe:
Brr... I'm getting chills down my spine...!
Kay:
.........It can't be... But it has to be...!
Lang:
Shih-na... What's wrong with you...?
Shih-na:
Phwwh... I'm sorry. It was so funny that I couldn't help but laugh.
Edgeworth:
..."Funny", you say?
Shih-na:
Yes, that you would accuse me of being the Yatagarasu. ...The prosecutors of this country really are all so very strange.
Franziska:
Do you think you can get away with this by simply laughing it off!?
Shih-na:
Phwwh... You think I'M taking things too lightly? I think not. It's that prosecutor who is.
Edgeworth:
.........!
Shih-na:
Look, everything you said earlier is nothing more than mere speculation. The Yatagarasu fled through the fireplace? Do you have any proof to back up your claim? If you don't, then you haven't proven a thing regarding the Yatagarasu's escape route!
Edgeworth:
The tone of voice you're taking with me now has certainly changed.
Shih-na:
Heh heh... That's because it's been a while since I've had this much fun. I think I'll let loose, and then we can have a real battle of wits.
Edgeworth:
For an agent of Interpol to show me the true power of her mind, it is a great honor.
Shih-na:
Phwwwh... Don't underestimate me; I'm not some foolish broad, you know.
Edgeworth:
I know. And that is why I won't hold anything back either as I answer your question.
Shih-na:
My question...?
Edgeworth:
Here is your proof that the revolving fireplace wall in Babahl was used recently!
Present Amb. Palaeno's Testimony or Revolving Fireplace Wall
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I'm sorry, but is this really your honest answer to my question?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
My honest answer is this!
Shih-na:
Ahah! Ahaha! Ahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Franziska:
What was THAT for!?
Shih-na:
It was just MY honest answer to that piece of evidence. Ahah! It means that his piece of evidence was only worth a sudden outburst of laughter!
Edgeworth:
Arngh!
Gumshoe:
Hang in there, Mr. Edgeworth! Just remember what happened to me when I went through that revolving door!
Edgeworth:
But what happened to you is irrelevant to the topic at hand...
Gumshoe:
Aww... But I even got coat covered in ash trying to squeeze my way through...!
Edgeworth:
(Hold on... Maybe his dirtied coat IS relevant after all. I should think back to what the fireplace was like when we were investigating it!)
Leads back to:
"Here is your proof that the revolving fireplace wall in Babahl was used recently!"
Shih-na:
I'm sorry, but is this really your honest answer to my question?
Edgeworth:
Yes. According to Ambassador Palaeno's testimony... ...he said that he was burning some documents in the fireplace with Mr. Coachen.
Shih-na:
...Oh?
Edgeworth:
The ashes of what they burned were left in the fireplace, so they should've been there. However, when we went to investigate the room, the ashes weren't there.
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Why is that a problem? Maybe someone cleaned them up?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph......... Unfortunately for you, Ambassador Palaeno said that he forgot to. And so the question remains: Why were the ashes missing? ...The answer is simple. When the Yatagarasu went through the fireplace wall... ...the ashes were pushed into the next room by the wall as well! The movement of the ashes that were in Mr. Coachen's office is my proof!
Shih-na:
Ahah! Ahaha! Ahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
.........And just what is so funny!?
Shih-na:
Ash as proof...? Are you even allowed to submit such flakey evidence in court?
Franziska:
You... still wish to fight us?
Shih-na:
Of course. Why wouldn't I?
Edgeworth:
In that case, let's hear your counterargument.
Shih-na:
Phwwwh... My counterargument, huh? This really is just like being in court.
Edgeworth:
Well, to me, we're simply continuing from where we left off all those years ago.
Shih-na:
...Phwwwh. I have no idea what you're talking about.
Edgeworth:
It doesn't matter if we're at a crime scene or in court, let's finish this here and now!
Shih-na:
I suppose. I've had a lot of fun today, but I grow weary of this game of cat and mouse.
Edgeworth:
...!
Shih-na:
Let's make this the last testimony, and wrap up this absurd case once and for all!
-- Shih-na's Rebuttal --
Shih-na:
In my eyes, all you've proved is that the rotating fireplace wall was used...
...but you can't really call that proof that the Yatagarasu used the fireplace, now can you?
So then, who was it that used the rotating wall? Show me your answer with real evidence.
Remember, we've already finished our very thorough investigation...
...and we found not a single suspicious thing in Mr. Coachen's office.
Shih-na:
Phwwwh... And there you have it, my counterargument.
Edgeworth:
...Arngh! (That's very... impressive. She has seen through to the fact that I have yet to gather that one piece of evidence...)
Kay:
............
Gumshoe:
What is it, Kay? I haven't heard a peep out of you in quite a while now.
Franziska
If you don't think you can handle it, feel free to leave the rest of it to us.
Kay:
But I...!
Edgeworth:
Kay... Pull yourself together. You are the true heir to the Yatagarasu name, are you not?
Kay:
...!
Edgeworth:
If you want to steal the truth, then you must never take your eyes off of it. This chase you're running to catch the truth... you must see it through to the very end.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... You're right. I... I will see this through to the end. So...... You go get her for me, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... With pleasure.
Shih-na:
Looks like a lack of evidence has left you wide open, doesn't it?
Lang:
...Shih-na. Please... show me you're someone I can trust.
Shih-na:
......... Don't worry. This will be the deciding match. You'll see.
Edgeworth:
(I'm truly sorry, Agent Lang, but I simply can't allow her to escape me again.) Very well then, Agent Shih-na. Shall we begin?
Shih-na:
Phwwh... I'm ready whenever you are.
Rebuttal
-- Shih-na's Rebuttal --
Shih-na:
In my eyes, all you've proved is that the rotating fireplace wall was used...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
.........It sounds to me like you're saying my explanation is not good enough.
Gumshoe:
But I was able to go through the revolving door myself! So that should be proof enough, even for you, pal!
Shih-na:
Hah... It looks like you don't quite understand. But by your looks, I can guess that you're not all that learned.
Gumshoe:
Yeowch! Talk about rude! You should watch what you say, pal!
Edgeworth:
(Sadly, I can't say I disagree with her on that one.)
Shih-na:
But you know what I mean, right? You may have proven that the fireplace was used...
Shih-na:
...but you can't really call that proof that the Yatagarasu used the fireplace, now can you?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you want proof that the Yatagarasu was the one who used the fireplace?
Shih-na:
That's right. Well? Do you have any?
Edgeworth:
Arngh!
Hold it!
Kay:
Can you prove that it WASN'T the Yatagarasu who used the fireplace?
Shih-na:
I don't need to prove anything to you.
Kay:
O...Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Kay, if you could please not steal my line...
Kay:
S-Sorry... But I just couldn't hold it anymore!
Edgeworth:
Well, don't fret and leave her to me. All you have to do is sit back and watch.
Shih-na:
Ahah! You may seem to have some wiggle room, but without any evidence, it's meaningless.
Shih-na:
So then, who was it that used the rotating wall? Show me your answer with real evidence.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It's possible that the Yatagarasu left fingerprints inside the fireplace!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Sorry, but I had the forensics team check that already. All they found were prints belonging to Ambassador Palaeno and Mr. Coachen.
Edgeworth:
Curses! (I should've known better than to think the Yatagarasu would have been so careless. But there must be some sort of evidence that we still have yet to found!)
Shih-na:
Ahah... I take it you have no further objections?
Shih-na:
Remember, we've already finished our very thorough investigation...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So Interpol has finished examining the entire Babahlese Embassy?
Shih-na:
Yes. The investigators who weren't allowed into Allebahst were incredibly helpful. They all put in great efforts to search for any sign of the Yatagarasu.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
And yet, despite all that effort... ...it appears that they failed to notice the lack of ash in the office fireplace. Furthermore, you were the one who inspected the room next to Mr. Coachen's, correct?
Shih-na:
I didn't notice the ash there in the fireplace of that room, and for that, I am sorry.
Hold it!
Lang:
You don't need to apologize, Shih-na. As your boss, your mistakes are my mistakes... ...so allow me to apologize for you. .........I'm sorry.
Kay:
You know, maybe this guy's not such a bad guy after all!
Gumshoe:
He apologizes for his subordinate and everything. What a great boss!
Edgeworth:
.........Are you saying that I don't do anything for my own subordinates?
Gumshoe:
Ack! N-N-N-No, nothing of the sort, sir! You're someone I really respect, sir! Even if you are a bit... too strict sometimes.
Edgeworth:
That is only a problem on your end.
Kay:
Wow, way to be super hard on him in response!
Edgeworth:
(...Am I really too strict on everyone?)
Lang:
Anyway, Shih-na. You didn't find anything in Mr. Coachen's office, right?
Shih-na:
That's right. We finished our investigation...
Shih-na:
...and we found not a single suspicious thing in Mr. Coachen's office.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you really didn't find anything?
Shih-na:
Yes, as I said, not one suspicious thing.
Edgeworth:
...!
Shih-na:
Although, as you already know... ...we did find the Yatagarasu's Key and the document detailing the smuggling operation. But we still haven't found the blade that belongs to the Babahlese knife handle yet.
Lang:
Hah! You see? My subordinates worked hard to investigate everything. So there was nothing else to find, alright?
Gumshoe:
Wow, Agent Lang's really sticks up for his people.
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "All men are brothers. And friends become family." Hmph. So you see, my people are my family, and their families are my family, too.
Franziska:
That's a rather large family you have there...
Edgeworth:
Yes, but as we all know, there is always one black sheep in any family. And though it pains me, Agent Lang, you WILL know the black sheep in your family!
Shih-na:
............
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... I think she's mad at you.
Edgeworth:
...Perhaps. (But our definitions of reality are a tad different.)
Shih-na:
...Are the two of you done chatting?
Present Counterfeit Bills
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You didn't find anything suspicious at all? I highly doubt that.
Shih-na:
But I didn't. You can even ask the other men.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I don't need to, for I found what you should have a while ago.
Shih-na:
Excuse me...!?
Edgeworth:
In Mr. Coachen's office, there were signs that someone had burned counterfeit bills there!
Shih-na:
!
Franziska:
What in the--!?
Lang:
Aiiiiiyaaaaa!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
That "evidence" was something you found out through that girl's machine, right?
Kay:
So what if it was?
Shih-na:
Ahh, that's what I thought. But unfortunately for you, a re-creation made by a machine is hardly concrete proof. Among the ashes you found in the room, did you happen to find any counterfeit bills?
Edgeworth:
.........No.
Shih-na:
You see? So there was nothing in that office; nothing you can call "evidence", anyway!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Speaking of things that you Interpol agents have missed, I did find one more.
Shih-na:
Your pompous attitude is unnecessary. All I require is the evidence!
Edgeworth:
Very well. (I'll show her the hidden piece of evidence that her and her fellow Interpol agents missed!)
Present Wire
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I'd like for you to take a look at this length of wire."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is what you and your agents missed.
Lang:
Hey now, Mr. Prosecutor. Are you trying to smear the good name of Interpol?
Edgeworth:
Of course not.
Shih-na:
Then are you trying to slander Agent Lang and I? Or are you just presenting unrelated evidence in the hope of fooling us?
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? It's not unrelated!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Watch what you say, because you're this close to getting into a fight with Interpol. Did you even think things through? If you can't even do that, then get out of my face!
Edgeworth:
Arrrnngh! (What do you say to something like that...!? I admit it's not likely that they would've overlooked it, had it been a regular investigation... ...and it's only thanks to Kay's gadget that we were able to move forward at all. Which means that I should show them what we found in that most unusual place!)
Leads back to:
"(I'll show her the hidden piece of evidence that her and her fellow Interpol agents missed!)"
Edgeworth:
I'd like for you to take a look at this length of wire.
Shih-na:
And what exactly is this supposed to mean?
Lang:
A length of wire? So what about it!?
Edgeworth:
I'll tell you what. We found this in the Babahlese Embassy not long ago.
Lang:
What...!?
Edgeworth:
And we found it wound up inside the grandfather clock in Mr. Coachen's office.
Franziska:
You found that... at the scene of Mr. Coachen's murder!?
Shih-na:
.........
Edgeworth:
So I think you'll agree now... ...that I cannot trust you when you say that Interpol has thoroughly checked every room!
Leads to:
"And that this throws doubt on the purity of your investigation into the Yatagarasu!"
Present Wire
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. While you say that you and your agents have finished your thorough investigation... ...are you absolutely certain that you didn't overlook anything?
Shih-na:
Well! Aren't we full of ourselves, standing there insulting Interpol agents!?
Lang:
You'd better not be insinuating that my men are incompetent, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
I'd never do that. However, it doesn't change the fact that they did overlook something. I'd like for you to take a look at this length of wire.
Shih-na:
And what exactly is this supposed to mean?
Lang:
A length of wire? So what about it!?
Edgeworth:
I'll tell you what. We found this in the Babahlese Embassy not long ago.
Lang:
What...!?
Edgeworth:
And we found it wound up inside the grandfather clock in Mr. Coachen's office.
Franziska:
You found that... at the scene of Mr. Coachen's murder!?
Shih-na:
.........
Edgeworth:
But this wire wasn't all we found. We found one another very important thing.
Lang:
There's more!?
Edgeworth:
In Mr. Coachen's office, there were signs that someone had burned counterfeit bills there!
Shih-na:
!
Franziska:
What in the--!?
Lang:
Aiiiiiyaaaaa!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
That "evidence" was something you found out through that girl's machine, right?
Kay:
So what if it was?
Shih-na:
Ahh, that's what I thought. But unfortunately for you, a re-creation made by a machine is hardly concrete proof. Among the ashes you found in the room, did you happen to find any counterfeit bills?
Edgeworth:
.........No.
Shih-na:
You see? So there was nothing in that office; nothing you can call "evidence", anyway!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but I seem to have given you the wrong impression.
Shih-na:
How so?
Edgeworth:
I don't recall saying that I was presenting evidence of any sort. But rather, I was pointing out that your investigation was incomplete.
Leads to:
"And that this throws doubt on the purity of your investigation into the Yatagarasu!"
Kay:
So... do you actually have any proof that the Yatagarasu used the fireplace passageway?
Edgeworth:
No, I haven't found any yet.
Kay:
Then what are we going to do!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. There's no need to worry. Because there is a loophole in Ms. Interpol Agent's argument we can exploit first. (The one in charge of the Babahlese investigation was not Agent Lang. Which means that with Agent Shih-na in charge... ...it's possible she may have tampered with the evidence. That piece of evidence that we found... If there is one thing I DO know, it is that someone tried to hide it from us!)
Edgeworth:
And that this throws doubt on the purity of your investigation into the Yatagarasu!
Shih-na:
...! You still suspect me, I see. Alright then, I ask that you point out what part of my investigation is incomplete.
Edgeworth:
(The other Interpol agents worked under the command of Agent Shih-na. And is it not possible that the reason the person Kay was chasing chose the third floor... ...was because that person knew there would be no other agents on that floor? Furthermore, we've come to see that Agent Shih-na... ...was only pretending to be investigating the Yatagarasu, to the point of arresting Kay. In that case, there is one location that no one has yet to inspect!) Your team's investigation was incomplete because they failed to inspect this location!
Present Shih-na's room
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The location, Agent Shih-na, is of course, the room you claimed to have examined."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
OK! I'll go check it out right now, sir! Be right back!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
We already went over that area with a fine-toothed comb!
Lang:
And I've heard their extensively detail report about that area as well.
Franziska:
I have also heard the reports.
Gumshoe:
Actually, thinking back on it, I checked out that area pretty well already, too.
Kay:
I guess that means we really don't need to check that area anymore, right, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... well, if that is everyone's opinion, then I suppose not.
Shih-na:
Ahah! What happened to trusting in your instinct!?
Edgeworth:
......... (She does have me there...)
Leads back to:
"Your team's investigation was incomplete because they failed to inspect this location!"
Edgeworth:
The location, Agent Shih-na, is of course, the room you claimed to have examined. I believe the room next to Mr. Coachen's office warrants a thorough inspection.
Shih-na:
Even if you do that, I doubt you'll find anything of use to you there.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I will be the one to decide that! Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I'm on it! I'll be right back after I check out that room next to the office!
Kay:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth... Do you really think that Ms. Shih-na's the Yatagarasu?
Edgeworth:
...Yes, if my logic is sound, I believe she is.
Kay:
Then, I'm not going to let her get away with ruining the name of the Yatagarasu!
Franziska:
But can you prove she's the Yatagarasu is the question.
Edgeworth:
If Detective Gumshoe can find what I'm hoping he will find, then I should be able to.
Franziska:
And just what are you hoping he'll find?
Edgeworth:
Let's just say this. I had Detective Gumshoe do a little experiment for me earlier.
Franziska:
An experiment? As if that detective has the brains for high science.
Edgeworth:
It wasn't that mentally taxing. I had him use the same escape route as the Yatagarasu.
Franziska:
And what did you find out by doing that?
Edgeworth:
First, that it's possible for a person to fit through the revolving wall "door". Second, that by going through there, his coat was covered in ash and Babahlese ink.
Franziska:
Who cares what his coat was covered in? It's not worth that much anyway!
Edgeworth:
Ah, but is it really worth so little? I believe that it's actually quite a meaningful result, the value of which I'm about to prove.
Franziska:
...?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I've found some things you really need to see, sir!
Edgeworth:
Oh? So what are these things that you found?
Gumshoe:
Ummm... Some make-up, a coat, and a pair of shoes, sir.
Kay:
You found a coat!? You hear that, Mr. Edgeworth!? Maybe it's the one the person I was chasing was wearing!
Edgeworth:
Yes, the possibility does exist. Agent Shih-na. Were these pieces of evidence not in that room when you examined it?
Shih-na:
Phwwwh... Unfortunately for you, those aren't "suspicious items" of any sort. They all belong to me. They were getting in the way, so I stored them in that room.
Gumshoe:
Aww...!
Shih-na:
Thank you for bringing them to me. It saves me a trip. May I have them back now?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
These items that the detective brought back are incredibly significant. I request that we be allowed to examine them.
Hold it!
Shih-na:
They're my personal belongings, so you have no right to touch them without my permission.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I wish to examine them for the sake of the investigation. But if you wish to deny us access to them... Agent Lang, let's hear your opinion on this.
Lang:
I say, let them look at your stuff, Shih-na.
Shih-na:
Lang!
Lang:
Shih-na, let's put it all out in the open. If you're really innocent, then you have nothing to worry about, right?
Shih-na:
.........I guess so, Alright, go ahead and examine whatever you'd like. After all, I have nothing to hide.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Good. Now let us begin.
Gumshoe:
So which of Agent Shih-na's belongings are you going to examine, sir?
Make-up
Edgeworth:
I believe I'll examine her make-up. ...Hm? What is this...? It looks like... a very thin paintbrush.
Shih-na:
It's a lip brush. It's for putting on my lipstick.
Gumshoe:
Ack! I found something with a lot of weird powder inside, sir!
Franziska:
That's just foundation powder in there. It's nothing to get worked up over.
Kay:
Wow! You two sure know a lot about make-up! I think In eed to confiscate them for a bit! ...Ooh, I never knew make-up consisted of this stuff, too! Hmm... I see... Ooh...
Edgeworth:
(She seems to be completely absorbed in her study of cosmetics...)
Gumshoe:
I guess there really wasn't anything suspicious in Agent Shih-na's make up.
Edgeworth:
I suppose not. Let us move on and examine something else.
Leads back to:
"So which of Agent Shih-na's belongings are you going to examine, sir?"
Coat
Leads to:
"Let's examine the coat."
Shoes
Edgeworth:
Let us examine her shoes. Hmm... There doesn't appear to be anything particularly odd about them.
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. You know what they say about men who stare at a woman's shoes for too long, right?
Shih-na:
Ahah! How scandalous!
Edgeworth:
(I am merely doing my job, Agent Lang. I don't see how that warranted a comment. Now then, there is some dirt on the soles, but otherwise, these seem perfectly normal.)
Gumshoe:
I guess there really wasn't anything suspicious in Agent Shih-na's shoes.
Edgeworth:
I suppose not. Let us move on and examine something else.
Leads back to:
"So which of Agent Shih-na's belongings are you going to examine, sir?"
Edgeworth:
Let's examine the coat.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
It appears you managed to stain your coat rather badly... ...Agent Shih-na.
Shih-na:
............
Edgeworth:
The Yatagarasu that Kay saw was wearing a coat. And I'm beginning to wonder if this stain wasn't created when you went through the fireplace.
Shih-na:
Ahah... No, you have it wrong. That soot probably got on my coat when I was helping the police put on the fire.
Edgeworth:
And what about the dark substance around the hem of your coat?
Shih-na:
Oh! I didn't realize that the hem was that dirty. I'm sure it's just some water mixed with soot from when I was helping with the fire.
Kay:
I don't think so! You think you can get away with such a transparent lie!?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! Don't lie to us, pal! This is the same pattern of dirt that got on my coat when I went through the fireplace!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Your words ring hollow in the absence of evidence, you know. So unless you can prove that the dirt on my coat is from the fireplace...
Edgeworth:
Which I can.
Shih-na:
Wh...!? How...!?
Edgeworth:
You did a great job, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Huh? M-Me, sir? What did I do?
Edgeworth:
This coat... This is exactly the piece of evidence I was searching for. I had been hoping to find the coat that the person Kay saw was wearing. And thanks to you, we proved that going through the fireplace would sully a coat.
Gumshoe:
I don't quite get what you're saying, but I'm happy for the praise, sir!
Edgeworth:
All that remains... ...is for us to show what the dark substance on the coat hem is.
Shih-na:
Oh? And you think you can do that?
Edgeworth:
Of course I can. This is the dark substance that sullied the hem of this coat!
Present Babahlese Ink
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"B-Babahlese ink?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is what caused the hem of the coat to turn black!
Shih-na:
I have no idea what you're trying to prove with that. But if you want, why don't we try and see if we can dirty your clothes with that?
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!? Sully my clothes!? Preposterous. ...Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
N-No way, sir! Please don't make me dirty up my coat any more than I already have, sir!
Kay:
Then I guess we'll just have to use yours, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
D-Don't you dare lay a finger on my clothes! *sigh* I suppose I have no choice but to show you another piece of evidence!
Leads back to:
"This is the dark substance that sullied the hem of this coat!"
Shih-na:
B-Babahlese ink?
Edgeworth:
Yes. This is what will prove that the coat went through that fireplace! According to Ambassador Palaeno, he burned some files in the fireplace this morning.
Shih-na:
You told us about that already, so I don't really see the point in mentioning it again.
Edgeworth:
My point is that he spilled some ink onto the back wall of the fireplace at that time.
Shih-na:
.........!
Edgeworth:
If the dark substance on this coat turns out to be Babahlese ink... ...it would prove that you and this coat went through the revolving fireplace wall!
Shih-na:
...Ack!
Edgeworth:
(Sorry to have clipped one of your wings, "Yatagarasu", but we're not finished yet.)
Shih-na:
But you have no way of proving whether or not this is Babahlese ink on the coat hem!
Edgeworth:
Oh, but I do. And I intend to show that is IS ink in a few seconds.
Shih-na:
How...!?
Edgeworth:
How, you ask? Well, since you don't seem to know, allow me to show you. This is how I will prove that the dark substance on the coat is Babahlese ink!
Touch the coat
Edgeworth:
By the texture, we should be able to tell what the substance is.
Gumshoe:
OK, then I'll give it a feel, sir! ...It feels kinda rough.
Edgeworth:
Thank you for that frivolous comment. Now, if you could feel the stain on the hem.
Gumshoe:
Aaah! My fingers got all dirty when I touched the dark spot, sir!
Edgeworth:
They got dirty, did they? I knew it. So it must be Babahlese ink...
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Just because his fingers got dirty, that's your way of proving it's Babahlese ink? Sorry, but any ink in the world would make one's fingers dirty!
Edgeworth:
Nnnghoooh! (Arngh! I should've known better! It's useless to use such a far-fetched tactic! I need to use a method that Agent Shih-na can't refute, no matter how she may try!)
Leads back to:
"This is how I will prove that the dark substance on the coat is Babahlese ink!"
Wear the coat
Edgeworth:
We will know if someone were to wear the coat. ...Detective Gumshoe.
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Phwwh... Wait! Are you trying to ruin my coat!? You don't honestly believe that tub of lard can fit into my coat, do you?
Edgeworth:
Very well. Franziska, can you please give it a try?
Franziska:
There is absolutely no point in me wearing that gaudy coat.
Shih-na:
...
Kay:
Hey, you're not really that mad, are you, Ms. Shih-na?
Franziska:
Well, it's not MY fault if she is. Because it's YOURS, Miles Edgeworth! You and your ridiculous suggestion!
Edgeworth:
Wh-Why is it My fault...!? (I need to use a method that Agent Shih-na can't refute, no matter how she may try!)
Leads back to:
"This is how I will prove that the dark substance on the coat is Babahlese ink!"
Burn the coat
Leads to:
"We can find out whether that is Babahlese ink or not by lighting it on fire."
Edgeworth:
We can find out whether that is Babahlese ink or not by lighting it on fire.
Lang:
That's how you're going to prove that it's Babahlese ink?
Edgeworth:
Yes. If you could please cut a section of the dark, stained area for me, I'd appreciate it. Because I will show you, here and now, what the dark substance is!
Lang:
Shih-na... Sorry to do this, but I'm going to have to cut off a bit of your coat.
Shih-na:
Go ahead. I wasn't planning to wear it anymore anyway.
Edgeworth:
Now then, if someone could loan me a lighter or something...
Kay:
Oh! I've got some matches! I always carry them with me so I can light smoke bombs!
Edgeworth:
Then, if I could please have one, Kay, we can get this experiment underway.
Franziska:
The flame...!
Lang:
It's the same color as the flames whitcrystal oil produces... Which means...!
Edgeworth:
Babahlese ink is a product of whitcrystal oil. And when lit, the ink produces a green flame.
Shih-na:
.........
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. I believe the time has come to clip the Yatagarasu's other wing.)
Kay:
Ms. Shih-na... You're the fake Yatagarasu...! The one who killed my father!
Shih-na:
.........
Edgeworth:
It's about time you came clean, Agent Shih-na. Or should I say... ...Calisto Yew!?
Hold it!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor... You're not serious, are you?
Edgeworth:
Do I look like the joking type to you?
Shih-na:
...Ahah. Phwwwh... "Calisto Yew"? I've never heard that name before in my life.
Franziska:
That manner of speaking, and that attitude...! You haven't changed a bit in seven years!
Gumshoe:
You're the defense attorney that killed Mr. Faraday, and then tried to frame me for it!
Shih-na:
Oh really, and you have proof? You insist that I am this "Calisto Yew" woman, but you can't prove it! If you have no proof, then I'm afraid you won't be able to lay a single finger on me.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The raven is a very unique bird, one that flies by the darkness of night. However! The light of dawn has arrived, and it will reveal your true, ugly form to the world!
Hold it!
Shih-na:
Enough poetry! I want to see some evidence!
Franziska:
Do you really have something that can prove that she is Calisto Yew?
Edgeworth:
I do. It's something that the 2nd Yatagarasu has preserved for us these last seven years!
Kay:
Do me the honor, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
I will, Kay. For we have finally come to the end. We'll prove her to be Calisto Yew with this, and clip this Yatagarasu's wings for good!
Present Ms. Yew's Perfume
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This perfume... This will prove you to be Calisto Yew."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Shih-na:
......... Don't waste my time with garbage. Now go throw it out in the trash can in the hallway!
Lang:
Haaa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I thought you said you weren't the joking type, yet here you are telling jokes! But I'm not laughing!
Edgeworth:
Arngh!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... That piece of evidence I saved for all these years... I think you can prove that Ms. Shih-na is really Calisto Yew if you use it!
Edgeworth:
Yes, you're right. It's time we brought this case from seven years ago to a close!
Leads back to:
"We'll prove her to be Calisto Yew with this, and clip this Yatagarasu's wings for good!"
Edgeworth:
This perfume... This will prove you to be Calisto Yew.
Shih-na:
It will...!?
Edgeworth:
Kay has preserved it perfectly for us. Surely you remember this bottle? This belonged to Ms. Yew just before she disappeared seven years ago. Naturally, this means that a few of her fingerprints are on here as well.
Kay:
This is that bottle of perfume you spilled, which I have preserved ever since.
Shih-na:
...!
Kay:
I heard from my father, Byrne Faraday... ...that if stored under the right conditions, a fingerprint can be preserved for decades. Which means that your fingerprints are still on here. Every last one.
Shih-na:
.........
Edgeworth:
We can clear everything up if we were to compare the prints on this to your own! Now come, Agent Shih-na! Will you submit yourself to a fingerprint test!?
Shih-na:
...Ahah.
Edgeworth:
!
Shih-na:
Hee... hee hee hee... Ahah. Ahah! Ahah! Ahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
???:
It looks like... you've seen right through me yet again... Ahah... You're sending the biggest chill down my spine, Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Calisto... Yew...!
Franziska:
So you've shown your true face at last.
Yew:
This feeling of thrill... it's even greater than that time, seven years ago.
Lang:
Shih-na! You're...!
Yew:
Lang, I really enjoyed our days together. You're an insanely strong, nice, kind-hearted... idiot of a man.
Lang:
So, you were a spy all along? A mole sent by the smuggling ring I've been chasing after... Someone who has been feeding them intel on Interpol all this time!?
Yew:
Ahah! Very good! Maybe you're not as big of an idiot as I thought!
Kay:
Calisto Yew... The woman who killed my father seven years ago...! You're her, aren't you!? The fake Yatagarasu!
Yew:
That's right. Calisto Yew... That's just one of my many names. But even that is just a façade. .........Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am... the Great Thief Yatagarasu.
Edgeworth:
Calisto Yew, this time you won't escape, for this is the end of the road for you. Now come along quietly!
Yew:
You know, you're the one who left the strongest impression on me... Kay Faraday. And had you not used the Yatagarasu's gadgets, I might've never known who you were. But here you are, being a thorn in my side... just like your father always was.
Kay:
...!
Edgeworth:
Kay! Don't!
Kay:
Yew! I'll never forgive you for what you did to my father!
Yew:
Phwwwh... You really are just like him. Mr. Faraday, too, possessed such laughable honesty!
Edgeworth:
Kay!
Gumshoe:
Aaaaaaah! You let Kay go right now, pal!
Franziska:
You despicable...!
Kay:
Let go of me! You filthy... Arngh!
Yew:
You think I'm a fake, don't you? Well, unfortunately for you, I'm the real Yatagarasu.
Kay:
But that's impossible! My father was the one who created Little Thief!
Yew:
Ahaha! Hey, Edgeworth. The Yatagarasu has three legs. Do you know why that is?
Edgeworth:
Why it has three legs...?
Badd:
There are three main reasons why the Yatagarasu will always be one step ahead! First! The Yatagarasu always knows the exact location of the target object. Second! The Yatagarasu always knows exactly how to disarm the security system.
Edgeworth:
No, it can't be!
Yew:
Did you finally figure it out? Do you finally know the real identity of the Yatagarasu!?
Edgeworth:
The real identity of the Yatagarasu is...
Byrne Faraday
Edgeworth:
Byrne Faraday, he was the real Yatagarasu.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
If you're naming Mr. Faraday as the Yatagarasu... ...you're basically wiping out every single argument you made tonight!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! Th-That wasn't my intention!
Lang:
Hah! If everything we've talked about tonight is nothing more than filler... ...then go home, pretty boy! You're not needed around here!
Edgeworth:
Nnnghrrk! (Agent Lang is correct. If Mr. Faraday really was the Yatagarasu... ...then that fact alone would cause a slew of contradictions. The real identity of the Yatagarasu... I must think it through one more time, for within the answer lies the truth!)
Leads back to:
"The real identity of the Yatagarasu is..."
Calisto Yew
Edgeworth:
Calisto Yew is the real Yatagarasu!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! .........Didn't we just talk about this? Ms. Yew said it herself that she's the real one, so you don't need to say it again...
Edgeworth:
I-I suppose not. (What in the world am I doing!? I need to calm down and think this through with a level head. The real identity of the Yatagarasu is something no one has yet to guess correctly!)
Leads back to:
"The real identity of the Yatagarasu is..."
Neither person
Leads to:
"The real identity of the Yatagarasu is neither Byrne Faraday nor Calisto Yew."
Edgeworth:
The real identity of the Yatagarasu is neither Byrne Faraday nor Calisto Yew. But by the same token, they are also both the real Yatagarasu.
Yew:
Ha ha! How very perceptive of you!
Kay:
N-No way!
Edgeworth:
The single person known as the Great Thief Yatagarasu never existed.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! I... No! I refuse to believe this!
Edgeworth:
The Yatagarasu is known to have three special skills. Skill number one. The Yatagarasu always knows the exact location of the target object. And a lawyer would have the opportunity to learn the layout of client corporations. Skill number two. The Yatagarasu always knows exactly how to disarm the security system. And a good prosecutor would be well-versed in the ways of a criminal.
???:
And skill number three... The Yatagarasu doesn't have leave a single shred of evidence behind... ever...
Edgeworth:
D-Detective Badd!
Badd:
...It was only natural for the Yatagarasu to never leave evidence behind. Because the lead detective on the case... hid it all away...
Edgeworth:
Y-You're the third member of the Yatagarasu!?
Badd:
...Yew. ...I've been looking for you for a long time. Seven long years, but I've finally got you...
Yew:
Ahah! Why, Mr. Badd! Long time no see. What happened to us? We used to be such a great team.
Kay:
If you were such a great team, then why did you kill my father seven years ago!?
Yew:
Ha ha ha. Why indeed? It was nothing personal, really. He was just another person I had to kill.
Kay:
...! How can you say that...!?
Yew:
I grow weary of this, and it's about time for everything to come to an end. And this time, I won't miss.
Edgeworth:
Stop!
Badd:
Yeeeeeeeeew!
Edgeworth:
Kay!
Lang:
It's over, Shih-na.
Kay:
Y...! Your leg...!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang!
Yew:
Grrrnk!
Badd:
You idiot...! What were you thinking, jumping in front of my gun like that...!? What are you risking your life for!?
Lang:
I'm sorry, Detective Badd, but no matter what sort of past she may have had... ...or even if she is a spy, it doesn't change the fact that she is my subordinate. And as long as she is, I can't allow any harm to come to her, not even from you!
Yew:
You really are... an idiot, you know that...?
Lang:
Hah! That's fine with me. You should know by now that this is just how I am. Hey, sis...
Franziska:
Yes...?
Lang:
I want you to conduct a full body search. Shih-na might have another weapon on her.
Franziska:
Alright. Detective Gumshoe, your assistance, please.
Gumshoe:
Sir!
Gumshoe:
Hey, I found something! What is this, sir? It looks like the blade of a knife, but it doesn't have a handle.
Edgeworth:
This is a great find, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Huh? It is, sir?
Edgeworth:
Let's try pairing up this blade with this handle.
Present Babahlese Knife Handle
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I believe this blade actually belongs with the handle that was on the murder weapon."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Now then, let's try combining the blade with this piece of evidence.
Gumshoe:
.........Umm, I don't think you can combine that with the blade, sir.
Edgeworth:
How dare you speak out of turn!?
Kay:
Oh, wow! It looks like you can be wrong sometimes, too, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(H-How mortifying to have her point that out in front of everyone...! It shouldn't be that hard. I just need to calm down and think clearly about this. This blade can really only be paired up with that piece of evidence!)
Leads back to:
"Let's try pairing up this blade with this handle."
Edgeworth:
I believe this blade actually belongs with the handle that was on the murder weapon.
Gumshoe:
Hey, they fit together perfectly!
Edgeworth:
This blade must've been taken from the crime scene when the knife handles were switched.
Gumshoe:
I'm going to go return this Babahlese knife now!
Edgeworth:
Alright. I trust that you'll make sure that it is returned to Ambassador Palaeno.
Babahlese Knife Handle given to Detective Gumshoe.
Edgeworth:
I believe this makes it perfectly clear who did it, Calisto Yew! For the only time the handles could've been switched is just after Mr. Coachen's murder.
Yew:
Ahah...!
Edgeworth:
Which means that you must be Mr. Coachen's killer! You killed Mr. Coachen with the Allebahstian knife... ...switched the handles, and then took the original blade of the Babahlese knife with you. Later, you allowed yourself to be spotted by Kay near the open-air stage. You used the fireplace to lose her, and then you went back to accuse her of the murder. Does that about sum it up?
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
Ahah... You craft an engaging tale, Edgeworth, but there are two problems with it.
Edgeworth:
Problems? In what respect?
Yew:
Why do you think my real reason was in allowing her to chase after me?
Edgeworth:
.........?
Yew:
Phwwh... It was all so I could capture Kay Faraday.
Kay:
What!?
Yew:
When I saw you using that device at Gatewater Land, I knew right away... ...that you were Byrne Faraday's daughter. Aha! I became curious, so I researched a little into your background. That's how I found out that you were on the trail of the Yatagarasu.
Kay:
So that's why you tried to pin Mr. Coachen's murder on me?
Yew:
Yes... I knew you would show up at this embassy tonight. So I thought to use you. But pinning the murder on you wasn't my only goal.
Kay:
You had another?
Yew:
Heh heh, yes. Once I had you under arrest, I had planned to search you... ...and take back the device that rightfully belongs to me, the true Yatagarasu.
Kay:
You were going to take Little Thief away from me!?
Yew:
Seven years ago, it was thanks to that device that Faraday was able to infiltrate this place. But he stole more than he should've. I had a tough time recovering that precious Kay.
Edgeworth:
Then, the person who stole the Yatagarasu's Key was Mr. Faraday...!?
Badd:
Yew... That incident seven years ago... What was the catalyst behind it?
Yew:
In the eyes of the smuggling ring, the Yatagarasu was becoming a bit of a problem. ...It wasn't an especially pleasent assignment.
Kay:
.........
Edgeworth:
Then why!? Why did you become a member of the Yatagarasu!?
Yew:
Why? There is no "why". I was destined to betray everyone from the very beginning.
Edgeworth:
From the beginning? What is that supposed to mean?
Yew:
The person I take orders from hasn't changed... Even now, to this day.
Edgeworth:
! (Does this mean that the leader of the smuggling ring wasn't Mr. Coachen? Then... the real ringleader is still out there pulling the strings!)
Lang:
Are you done asking what you need to know? Because if so, we should probably get going. And you're going to tell me everything you did tonight. Do you understand, Shih-na?
Yew:
I guess I should tell you, then, that I was the one who set the Babahlese Embassy on fire.
Edgeworth:
And why did you do that?
Yew:
Ahah... I suppose it was to destroy all evidence of the counterfeit bills.
Lang:
That was what the smuggling ring was trying to do...? But then, why start two fires!?
Yew:
Sorry, but I can't tell you anything about the ring. It's your job to complete your investigation, after all. I've had my fun. Now, it's your turn to enjoy the ride.
Kay:
...Wait! Ye... I mean, Ms. Shih-na.
Yew:
Yes?
Kay:
When I fell to the floor earlier, these fell at my feet.
Yew:
What about them...?
Kay:
They're such pretty hair sticks that I thought... well, that I should return them to you.
Yew:
Ha ha... You can have them. They're of no use to me anymore. If you don't want them, you can always just throw them away.
Kay:
.........No, I want to keep them.
Yew:
Ahah... Suit yourself. .........Oh, that's right. I almost forgot, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hm...?
Yew:
About the second problem I had with your story... I didn't kill anyone tonight.
Edgeworth:
What...?
Yew:
I'm not saying that as a sore loser. Think of it as a hint, if you will.
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Yes, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Mark my words, I'm not done here, and I'll be back! And it's got nothing to do with duty or anything, because this has become my personal case. I may have been shot... ...but I'll show you just how dangerous a wounded wolf can be!
Edgeworth:
(His anger appears to have negated the sensation of pain in his injured leg...) It's finally over, Kay.
Kay:
I feel like I've peered into her heart a little, you know? And it's so cold, and dark... and incredibly lonely. The person who was giving her all these commands... ...the one who thought my father was a problem to be removed...
Edgeworth:
That person is the real ringleader behind the smuggling ring!
Kay:
Um, Mr. Edgeworth, I have a favor to ask. Can you... hold onto these hair sticks for me? They're really pretty, just like the ones they were selling for the Jammin' Ninja show... ...but until this case is over, I don't think I can look at them without being overcome.
Edgeworth:
...I understand. I'll take good care of them for you. (Hm...? There is a bit of soil stuck on the ends of these sticks...)
Hair Sticks data jotted down in my Organizer.
Examine evidence
Ring on Hair Sticks
Edgeworth:
The design of these things are rather eccentric for hair sticks...
Kay:
Huh? Really? Well, if they're THAT strange, what should I do with them?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (I have to say, these are by far the most bizarre hair sticks I have ever seen.) ...In any case, Kay, there's something I've been meaning to ask. How exactly do you stick that hair stick of yours into your hair like that?
Kay:
! That's............ a secret!
Edgeworth:
(Curiouser and curiouser...)
Tip of Hair Sticks
Kay:
Hey! Take a look at this, Mr. Edgeworth! There's dirt on here! It's totally ruining the beauty of the hair stick!
Edgeworth:
I suppose... (Why is there dirt stuck on the end of a hair stick in the first place?)
Gumshoe:
Oh! I guess it's that time already, huh!?
Franziska:
So it's midnight... the dawn of another day.
Gumshoe:
Hey, pops! Thanks a bunch! You've really done a lot for everyone all these years!
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, don't tell me today is the day...?
Badd:
Yeah... it is. With this... I can retire in peace. ...It was down to the wire, and we almost didn't make it... ...but we did it... we solved everything.
Edgeworth:
But that's just it; we haven't solved everything yet. The ringleader of the smuggling ring you, the Yatagarasu, were chasing after...
Badd:
...The legend of that Yatagarasu... is now over. Mr. Edgeworth... That bit of logic earlier... it was brilliant.
Edgeworth:
...
Badd:
I feel like... I can leave it all in your hands. ...I'm counting on you.
Kay:
Is it really true, Uncle Badd? Were you also a part of the Yatagarasu...?
Badd:
As I said to you earlier... Kay... I'm truly sorry. I wanted... nothing but a peaceful life for you...
Kay:
Uncle Badd...
Gumshoe:
Hey, don't take it so seriously! It's all just one big joke, right!?
Franziska:
...Unfortunately, it isn't.
Gumshoe:
O-Oh, come on, sir! She's just yanking on my chain, isn't she, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd... Wait, no, you are no longer a detective... Mr. Badd, I'd like to ask you about the Yatagarasu.
Gumshoe:
...Not you too, Mr. Edgeworth...
Badd:
Mr. Edgeworth... ...Here, I should give these back to you.
Edgeworth:
These are... ...the pages from my KG-8 case files that the Yatagarasu stole from my office!
Gumshoe:
Huh? Wait? WHAT!?
Badd:
Mr. Edgeworth, I must apologize for last night.
Edgeworth:
So the Yatagarasu who stole into my room was you, was it?
Gumshoe:
Wait... then that means... WHAAAAAAAAAAT!? T-Tell me it's not true...! Th-That's too insane for me to believe, sir!
Badd:
It's true... Even if it's not something you want to hear. The KG-8 Incident... It was a very emotionally trying case. We stood in that courtroom... Faraday as the prosecutor... and I as the lead detective. Faraday had... evidence in his possession... that would prove the defendant guilty. However... because it was stolen, the defendant... was found innocent. Yew was... the elder sister... of the victim in the case. When the defendant was pronounced "not guilty"... she... let out a great wail. That's when we realized... that there was a limit... to what the law could do. The only way to bring someone like that to justice was to do so outside of the courts... That's what we thought... at the time. ...That's how we... formed the Yatagarasu... ...and vowed to bring to light... any dirty dealings companies had with the ring... ...including companies that dealt with... the Amano Group...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Amano's conglomerate...?
Badd:
We called ourselves the Yatagarasu... and flexed our collective muscle... We exposed all sorts of shady dealings... as a warning to the business world as a whole... By doing that... we were able to stop... the higher ups from covering things up. And then... it was finally time... We had finally arrived at the moment when... we'd find out the ringleader's true identity. It was then that Yew literally stabbed us in the heart... and Faraday... he died for it...
Edgeworth:
..................
Kay:
But why...? Wasn't she the sister of the victim in the KG-8 Incident?
Badd:
...After Faraday's death, I looked into her past... And that's when I found out... that she was a phony. The victim of the KG-8 Incident, Cece Yew... ...she ...never had a sister.
Edgeworth:
What? Then that means...
Badd:
"Shih-na" wasn't the only fake name she used! "Calisto Yew" was also another pseudonym! From the very beginning... that woman was a spy sent by the smuggling ring!
Franziska:
She said it herself; "I was destined to betray everyone from the very beginning."
Badd:
Anyway... Let's return to the real topic at hand... Mr. Edgeworth... this "trump card" that we stuck onto this page of the case file... ...please use it wisely.
Edgeworth:
"Trump card"...?
Badd:
That photo that we stuck on there... Try peeling it off. Behind it... slumbers a piece of evidence... that Faraday hid away all those years ago.
Edgeworth:
It's the mark of the Yatagarasu... But why?
Badd:
This is... a "directives card"... from the big boss. Take a look... at the back. This was something... Coachen had on him at the time of the KG-8 Incident... ten years ago. That blood... is from the victim of the incident, Ms. Cece Yew...
Edgeworth:
But why is the card adorned with the mark of the Yatagarasu?
Badd:
The reason why... we called ourselves... the Yatagarasu... ...was because... of the three-legged raven mark that the smuggling ring's boss used. Apparently, orders from the boss... would come on these cards, without fail. The person who received the order... was supposed to burn it immediately after reading it. And apparently... it burns a bright green flame when set ablaze...
Edgeworth:
So you mean, the cards were written in Babahlese ink...?
Badd:
The fact that the card that Coachen was sent made it into Faraday's hand at all... ...is nothing short of a miracle. We decided... that whenever we stole anything... ...we would sent a "card" along with it... to the police.
Edgeworth:
So that's what those white cards are!
Badd:
The Great Thief that used the mark... that only those within the ring would know... It was our message... to the ringleader... ...that we were only a few steps behind.
Trump Card data jotted down in my Organizer.
Badd:
And one more thing... Detective Gumshoe. I'm entrusting this to you.
Gumshoe:
What is this, sir?
Badd:
This is what I was talking about earlier. During the KG-8 Incident trial, Faraday had this in his possession... ...this important, definitive piece of evidence...
Edgeworth:
But I thought it was stolen, How do you have it...?
Badd:
The person who stole it from us... ten years ago... ..was a man by the name of Ernest Amano... And he had it locked and hidden away... for all this time. But we forced him to tell us where it was finally... after the other day's kidnapping case.
Video Tape data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
This video...!
Examine evidence
Label on Video Tape
Edgeworth:
The KG-8 Incident... This was the case in which the unwitting Cece Yew was murdered... ...when she was to expose the connection between the Amano Group and the smuggling ring. This was also when the group, the Yatagarasu, was first formed. Are the events of this case connected to that case from ten years ago somehow...?
Bloodstain on back of Video Tape
Edgeworth:
This blood belongs to Detective Faith, who was killed in my office by Mr. Portsman. Sadly, it would appear that he was partnered with anyone but a good prosecutor.
Portsman:
Wh--! Don't come any closer! I'm warning you!
Edgeworth:
This is the same video as the one Mr. Portsman was trying to conceal from me!
Badd:
Yeah, it would seem that even he was caught up in the ring's web. Amano was preparing to take on the boss someday... ...and the video was his insurance. That's where that prosecutor comes in... He was to retrieve the video. On top of that... he was apparently instructed to sneak into your office... ...and steal the trump card... You saw it for yourself, right? The card that told him to preserve the evidence.
Edgeworth:
Then, that card was not the calling card of the Yatagarasu... ...but rather, a directives card from the ringleader to Mr. Portsman?
Badd:
The two pieces together make for a strong weapon for whoever holds them.
Edgeworth:
The evidence Mr. Portsman thought to withhold from me... ...and the one that you stole from my office last night... Both pieces are illegal, and for me to use either one is...
Badd:
Whether you use them or not... is up to you. But they will be of help to you... when you take on someone who is above the law.
Edgeworth:
(Is the boss one of those who "cannot be brought to court" that Mr. Faraday spoke of?) Detective Badd... There is no limit to the law, for it is the people who determine the limits to them.
Badd:
You still insist that, even now? You really are something else. I leave the rest in your hands. Now then, Detective Gumshoe. The handcuffs. It's time to lock up... the last remaining member of the Yatagarasu.
Gumshoe:
Pops...
Badd:
...Don't ever lose your detective's spirit.
Gumshoe:
Nnnnrrrgh... Pops! Why is this happening!? This isn't justice!
Badd:
Like I always told you... do not get emotionally involved. ...Now let's go.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Is this really the end of a legend...?
To be continued.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shih-na)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Even you can't talk your way out of the contradiction this piece of evidence points out!
Shih-na:
...I guess not.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I knew it...
Shih-na:
Because I don't need to talk my way out of it.
Edgeworth:
B-But it's--!
Shih-na:
I don't like to waste time delving into subjects that don't warrant a response.
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (It would appear that I was mistaken...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shih-na)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence of shows us the contradiction in your testimony.
Shih-na:
............................................................
Edgeworth:
By your silence, I assume you agree with my conclusion.
Shih-na:
No, I just don't have a worthy response. In any case, I have some documents I need to attend to... ............................................................
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (I guess she feels that she has no need to counter my argument...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shih-na)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There piece of evidence proved that there is a glaring flaw in your logic!
Shih-na:
...That piece of evidence and my testimony? Actually... ...it proves the absence of a flaw in my logic, and the presence of one in yours.
Edgeworth:
Nnrgh... (I-I was mistaken?)
Shih-na:
I'll just continue with my testimony now.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Larry Butz)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Larry... there is a major contradiction in that statement just now!
Larry:
Really? Hey, Franzy! What do you think?
Franziska:
I don't want to agree with you on anything, but in this case, there is no contradiction.
Larry:
See, Edgey! Even Franzy says there's no problem!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (I know I'm off when they're agreeing with each other... Although it seemed as though I had him, it appears that I was the one who was had. At this rate, I will never grab a hold of truth! I must carefully listen to his testimony once more.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Larry Butz)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence shows the fatal flaw in your testimony!
Larry:
Umm... I don't really get it. So, yeah. Can I continue with what I was saying?
Edgeworth:
S-Sure... (I guess I was wrong...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Larry Butz)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Larry, prepare to be buried down under by this piece of evidence.
Larry:
.........You know, Edgey, you're actually a really good guy at heart. I can't believe you'd do such a great thing for Roxanna and I!
Edgeworth:
.........What are you going on about!?
Larry:
What are YOU going on about? I thought you just said... ...that you were going to berry us down under! So you're gonna chase her down with me in Australia and cover us in berries, right!?
Edgeworth:
I said nothing of the sort! If you had been listening carefully, you would've noticed I said, "buried".
Franziska:
Wait, what? Aren't they the same word? You say, "buried", I say, "berried". Tomeito, tomahto.
Edgeworth:
Arrrrrnngh! (He is seriously trying my patience. I don't suppose I can fool even Larry with this piece of evidence. Which means that my only option is to present a more definitive piece of evidence!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, about this piece of evidence...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Confidence is like a soul, and words without confidence are but empty shells." You shouldn't waste your breath on words you have no confidence in, Mr. Prosecutor. Although, it's just as bad to say something in full confidence and be wrong!
Edgeworth:
Arghn!
Edgeworth:
(I don't need to be overflowing with self-confidence; I just need to think rationally. After all, I only need to be confident in the facts!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, if you could take a look at this piece of evidence... ...you'd see that there is a very big flaw in your logic.
Lang:
Flaw? Are you sure it's not your eyes that are flawed? Talk to me again when you can see straight!
Edgeworth:
(Gnnrk! Maybe this wasn't the piece I was looking for after all!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement just now stands in contradiction to this piece of evidence!
Lang:
That thing has nothing to do with what I was saying. Now, put it away! And your logic is so badly in need of repair that you might as well throw it out, too! This is the real deal here. Your courtroom mannerisms are worthless at a crime scene!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk...! You dare to insult the courts!?
Too many penalties (during 1st investigation of Secretariat's Office and argument of Shih-na)
Shih-na:
I'm afraid I can't entertain you any longer. You're disrupting the investigation. I'll be taking the suspect in now.
Edgeworth:
No, wait!
Shih-na:
I can see no reason for me to wait.
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! As you are my subordinate, you should expect no mercy!
Edgeworth:
Ack! (I-I've lost sight of the truth...)
Shih-na:
If you have no counterargument, we'll be going now.
Kay:
Wh-What the--!? Argh! I told you, it wasn't me!
Edgeworth:
Kay!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of Ambassador's Office and argument of Larry and Lang)
Lang:
Hah! Lang Zi says: "Expect everything from a criminal." They are always up to no good, and all of their actions are suspicious. Mr. Prosecutor... I proclaim your childhood friend to be overly suspicious!
Edgeworth:
Arnnngh...!
Larry:
What the heck, man!? I told you, I didn't do a thing!
Lang:
Yeah, and you can tell it to us again nice and slow down at the precinct. Mr. Prosecutor, I had a slight bit of expectation for you... That you would keep me entertained!
Edgeworth:
Gnrk!
Larry:
Edgey! Say something! Tell him I'm not some sort of bad guy!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... B-But I... ...I have no counterargument to offer...
Lang:
Haaa hahahahahahahahahaha! Glad you finally realized that! Now then, I believe his welcome brigade will be here shortly. Let's go!
Larry:
Edgeeeey!
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! Is this all I could do for him...?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of Rose Garden)
Lang:
Well, it's getting late... Why don't you go on home and get some rest? I think we can do without a prosecutor who's just playing around, you know?
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? I'm not doing anything of the sort!
Lang:
Hmph... You may not be trying to, but the way I see it, that's all you're doing. And I don't think I can swallow any more of you messing up my turf. Now get out of here and go home.
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! Is this all I could do...?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during 2nd investigation of Secretariat's Office)
Shih-na:
What are you two doing here? I can't allow you to conduct any unauthorized investigating.
Edgeworth:
But we're investigating under the same authority!
Shih-na:
Interpol has already finished a full investigation into this area. At best, what you two are doing is wasting your time. At worst, I'm afraid you could be tampering with the crime scene. Therefore, I'm commanding you to vacate the area at once.
Kay:
But we're not doing anything wrong!
Shih-na:
I will not make any exceptions for you. Now come, you will leave at once.
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! Is this the best I could do...!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during argument of Lang and Shih-na)
Lang:
Sorry, but any more time we spend discussing this would just be a waste. And I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you off of the investigation.
Edgeworth:
W-Wait a second!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Persistence soon turns into fixation." You're so set on your logic being right that you've lost your objectivity. Investigations require that we be flexible and open-minded... Just like yours truly! So give it up, and go home!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! Could I do no better!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Turnabout Ablaze
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March 15, 12:07 AMTheatrum NeutralisLobby
Edgeworth:
So now we know who the Yatagarasu really was. And yet, there remains much to this case that needs to be resolved.
Franziska:
Like how the weapons crossed country lines, for example. The two countries have incredibly strict security systems and entry procedures. Short of a miracle, it's impossible for someone to have smuggled them in.
Edgeworth:
Smuggling them in, huh...? (We will need to open a new line of investigation on just this aspect alone... But before we do, I would like to go through my evidence once more.)
Unnecessary evidence has been removed. Remaining evidence has been re-arranged.
Gumshoe:
Hey! There's a VCR here, sir! Now we can see what's on that tape Detective Badd gave us!
Edgeworth:
(This piece of evidence from the KG-8 Incident, hidden from sight for ten long years... I just know that this is related to the current case somehow.) Detective Gumshoe, if you could please play the tape for us.
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, sir!
Edgeworth:
This man! It's Manny Coachen!
Kay:
A-And he's holding a knife in his hand!
Franziska:
This looks like footage from a security camera at the entrance of an apartment building.
Edgeworth:
An apartment building? How do you figure that?
Franziska:
Unlike you, I actually read the summary file on the KG-8 Incident. And the crime scene was the victim's own apartment.
Edgeworth:
(So this footage was shot at the entrance to the victim's own apartment building...?)
Franziska:
At the trial, Mr. Faraday claimed that the piece of footage existed.
Edgeworth:
However, no one could find it.
Franziska:
Yes. Somehow, someone was able to steal it and hide it through Mr. Ernest Amano.
Edgeworth:
I can see how this would've been a definitive piece, and why someone would want to hide it.
Gumshoe:
But it's a piece of evidence from a ten-year-old case. There's no way it's related to this case we're working on now, sir!
Edgeworth:
Actually, I believe it has everything to do with the case we're working on now. The ringleader even went so far as to use Mr. Portsman to retrieve it. Which means that in this video lies a very inconvenient bit of footage to the ringleader.
Gumshoe:
Where!? Where!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh. Wait. What was that!?
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
That bit you played just now... Please show it to me again! This car! This is something we cannot overlook.
Gumshoe:
Why's that, sir?
Edgeworth:
Look here, Detective Gumshoe.
Present flag
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the national flag of the Principality of Cohdopia."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Don't you find this section... to be particularly of interest?
Gumshoe:
I don't see anything at all... Oho! A-Are you talking about that thing, sir!? I've heard that you can capture ghosts on film. Is that what it is, sir!? So wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-where is it in this picture, sir!?
Edgeworth:
...That's quite enough. (How could he have mistaken this for an apparition?)
Kay:
Oh, wow! It looks like you can be wrong sometimes, too, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(H-How mortifying to have her point that out in front of everyone...! It shouldn't be that hard. I just need to calm down and think clearly about this. This blade can really only be paired up with that piece of evidence!)
Leads back to:
"Look here, Detective Gumshoe."
Edgeworth:
This is the national flag of the Principality of Cohdopia. And because it has the national flag on it, we know this to be an official government car. But the question we should be asking ourselves is what was a government car doing there?
Alba:
Ah, Ms. von Karma and Mr. Edgeworth. So you were here all this time.
Franziska:
Ambassador Alba...
Alba:
Thank you very much for continuing the investigation, even at the time of night. Ah, if only I was even a tiny bit more careful... ...this tragedy would never have happened. I am truly sorry.
Edgeworth:
This wasn't your fault, sir. This had nothing to do with how careful you were.
Alba:
You idiot, Quercus! You couldn't chase after a simple thief! Now then, let's get down to the real reason why I came looking for the two of you. I would like you to put the investigation on hold for a while. Can you do that?
Franziska:
Excuse me!?
Alba:
I heard you've apprehended the thief that turned this embassy upside-down. And we are in the middle of an event celebrating our countries' reconciliation. We can't exactly have the police and detectives walking around here forever. You're scaring the visitors away. So I hope that you can understand how I feel.
Edgeworth:
Nngh... But we must finish our investigation and resolve the remaining issues.
Alba:
Why don't we leave the rest to the Allebahstian and Babahlese police?
Franziska:
Ambassador! We are so close! Just a little more and...!
Alba:
Ms. von Karma. I'm afraid I've made up my mind. And without my permission, you can't proceed with your investigation, anyway, right?
Franziska:
That's true, however...
Edgeworth:
(As he said at the very beginning... ...this area can be considered to be Allebahstian soil. In which case, we are nothing but foreigners in their land. Is this really where our investigation ends!?)
Hold it!
MIB:
Shifu! We found Mr. Edgeworth, sir!
Officer:
Shifu! This way!
Lang:
Yo!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang... You're back on the scene rather quickly.
Lang:
If I laid back and took a break, I'd lose the scent of my prey, Mr. Prosecutor.
Alba:
Agent Lang! Why in the... Why have you returned?
Lang:
Because I have to solve this case, no matter what.
Alba:
Well, I'm sorry to inform you... Ah, and don't take this the wrong way; I don't suspect you personally... ...however, a member of Interpol was just found to be a thief, and so...
Lang:
Grr...
Alba:
Under these circumstances, I wish to put your investigation on hold. After all, I believe our own police can handle things from here. They are quite capable.
Lang:
..................
Edgeworth:
(Arngh...! At this rate, our investigation really WILL come to a close!)
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Heh...... heh heh heh heh heh......... Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ambassador Alba, I get it now. I really do...
Alba:
Oh? I'm very glad you understand how I feel.
Lang:
No, not that. What I was talking about was... ...I know who the killer is behind tonight's murder!
Edgeworth:
Y-You--
Kay:
K-Know--
Gumshoe:
T-The--
Franziska:
K-Killer!?
Alba:
D-Do you really mean that, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Heh, wolves don't lie.
Alba:
Th-Then who is it!?
Lang:
Well, let me first say that I'm not talking about Mr. Coachen's murder. That was all Shih-na.
Edgeworth:
!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "The truth lies not at the exit, but rather, shines outside the maze itself." The truth is unexpectedly simple. So let me ask you this: who do you think was DeMasque II's killer? Hmph, I'll tell you who... It was you, Franziska von Karma!
Franziska:
I was the killer!?
Kay:
Hey, wait! But that's impossible!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah! ...Although, that whip is actually quite... Yeowwww!
Franziska:
Hold your tongue, and that ludicrous remark you were about to make!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang... Are you seriously accusing her of murder?
Lang:
.........Yeah, I am.
Edgeworth:
(He doesn't appear to be joking.)
Lang:
Hey, sis... I remember that just before Ambassador Alba went to give his speech... ...he called you into his office, right?
Franziska:
Y-Yes, he did... but what does that have to do with anything!?
Lang:
I'm getting to that. Furthermore, in order to solve both cases... ...you moved around rather freely between Allebahst and Babahl, did you not?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
And where is your evidence that I am the killer!?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hmph... I was just getting to that. Trust me, I'll show them to you in due time. Ambassador Alba. In order for me to bring this case to a close... ...I'll need to inspect your office one more time. Will you grant me permission?
Alba:
.................. .........With things as they are, I suppose I don't have much of a choice, do I...?
Lang:
Good! Then let's move out! Oh, and don't even think about running away, sis. My pack will be keeping a close eye on you, you can bet your bottom dollar on that!
Franziska:
Hmph! As if I would have any reason to flee! But just so we're clear, your logic had better be sound... ...because I'll accept nothing short of a perfect explanation!
Edgeworth:
(She seems rather upset, not that I blame her...)
Lang:
Haaa ha ha ha ha ha hahaha. I expected that you'd accept no less. But we'll see how long you can keep that nose of yours stuck up in the air like that.
Franziska:
Arngh...!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang... As someone related to tonight's case, I request that you allow me to take part. And so that I may clean up my superior's mess.
Franziska:
!
Lang:
Hmph... I guess I should. The more the merrier, especially when it's the peanut gallery.
Kay:
Oh! In that case, I want to join in, too! I still haven't seen what it looks like in Allebahst, yet!
Gumshoe:
If you let Kay in, then you've gotta let me in, too, pal! I can't sit around and do nothing when Ms. von Karma's in trouble!
Kay:
Hey, Gummy! Let's have a competition to see who can save her first, OK!?
Gumshoe:
OK! I'll take you up on that! Oh, yeah! I'm fired up and raring to go!
Edgeworth:
(...As a detective, I don't believe this is something you're supposed to be excited over.)
Lang:
Haaa ha ha ha ha ha hahaha. Sounds like this is going to got real interesting! Ambassador Alba... I'll be bringing these kids along for the ride.
Alba:
...Very well. But I'd like you to keep in mind that this will be your last chance.
Lang:
Hmph. I'll have this whole mess cleaned up before you know it. Now, let's go!
March 15, 12:53 AMAllebahstian EmbassyAmbassador's Office
Lang:
OK, now, let's first go over the facts one more time. Manny Coachen's body was found over in the secretariat's office in Babahl. The weapon that took his life was one of Allebahst's ornamental knives. And then, the body of DeMasque II, Mr. Ka-Shi Nou... ...was found here in the Allebahstian ambassador's office. Through our investigation, we found that the murder weapon was this Primidux Statue. And that this is actually Babahl's statue. This case... no matter how I look at it... Sis! If it wasn't you, then there's no one else who could have pulled this off!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Agent Lang! Do you understand the full implications of what you are saying!?
Lang:
Of course I do, sis. And I'm serious. You were on the trail of the smuggling ring, and you wanted any evidence you could find. And so, while people were distracted by the Yatagarasu's appearance, you snuck in here. That's when you two ran into each other. You and that other thief who took advantage of the confusion from the fire!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Even if all that were true, how do you explain the movement of the weapons!?
Lang:
Hmph... Don't worry. I plan to show that you're the culprit behind that, too. You had permission to investigate both embassies at will. With that kind of free reign, you could've easily taken the weapons across country lines. Hey now! Look, sis. I thought I already told you, I'm not messing around here.
Franziska:
Arngh!
Lang:
This case isn't directly tied to the smuggling ring... ...but Shih-na certainly is tied to the smuggling ring!
Edgeworth:
(He is right in saying that she is a member of the smuggling ring... ...however, the connection between this case and the ring... Could it not be deeper than what any of us can imagine?)
Franziska:
Grrr...! Let's get this ridiculous circus over with already!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, you need to calm down. Because you only know the facts of the Allebahstian side of the case... ...I don't believe you can see the case as a whole, and therefore, solve it.
Franziska:
What!?
Edgeworth:
But don't worry. I am taking this seriously as well, and I will prove your innocence.
Lang:
That's the only way to be... Mr. Prosecutor! But can you come up with anything else that can top my hypothesis? Of course, your explanation has to solve the mystery of the moving weapons as well.
Edgeworth:
...Of course, and I will. Let us now delve into the truth behind the murder of DeMasque II.
Franziska:
You do understand, don't you, Miles Edgeworth? This isn't just a confrontation against Agent Lang. If you can't figure out how the murder of DeMasque II is related to the smuggling ring... ...then it will mean the end of our investigation.
Edgeworth:
(As long as I have no good counterargument to his hypothesis... ...then the best I can do is walk this thin tightrope and see what I can do!)
Lang:
Come on, Mr. Prosecutor. Let's get started!
Edgeworth:
Yes, let's.
-- Border-Crossing Weapons --
Lang:
One of Allebahst's knives was used in Babahl to murder Mr. Coachen.
And the murder weapon in the killing of DeMasque II is Babahl's Primidux Statue.
Somehow, these two objects were able to penetrate the two countries' impenetrable security.
The only one who traversed the two countries just before and after the crimes was you.
Edgeworth:
So as long as I can't explain how the weapons moved about, Franziska will remain a suspect?
Lang:
You got it, Mr. Prosecutor. So why don't you stop giving me a hard time. Under these circumstances, who the heck can carry a weapon across country lines!? I've worked through every possibility, but there's only one that's plausible. Your boss!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, what I've learned from you just now is that you've lost sight of yourself.
Lang:
Wh-What are you talking about!?
Edgeworth:
By focusing too intently on that which is in front of us, we become blind to the truth. Don't tell me Lang Zi never said anything to that effect?
Lang:
You prosecutor...! Who do you think you are, speaking about Lang Zi's proverbs like that!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I don't need his proverbs. Because MY words are all you will need to see the truth.
Rebuttal
-- Border-Crossing Weapons --
Lang:
One of Allebahst's knives was used in Babahl to murder Mr. Coachen.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I concur that this knife crossed over country lines.
Lang:
Good, but that's not the only thing that did. We mustn't forget about the other weapon! The knife was only one.
Lang:
And the murder weapon in the killing of DeMasque II is Babahl's Primidux Statue.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that the Primidux Statue was also brought over by Franziska?
Lang:
Like I told you before, that's the only way it makes sense!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And how exactly did she bring it over?
Lang:
I... haven't figured that out yet.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... That's rather weak statement, considering how sure you are.
Lang:
Maybe, but there is one thing I do know for sure.
Lang:
Somehow, these two objects were able to penetrate the two countries' impenetrable security.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"Impenetrable"...? I should hardly think so.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You've seen the top of the wall between the two countries, right? Who in the world could cross over that?
Kay:
Yeah, not even I could climb over that thing with all that barbed wire...
Lang:
The only way into either embassy is through the doors in the Theatrum Neutralis. So the only way for the knife and the Primidux Statue to traverse the two countries... ...is through those security camera-equipped, well-guarded doors.
Present Babahl's Primidux Statue or Allebahst's
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Agent Lang, those two items are not the only two to cross the border tonight."
Lang:
The only one who traversed the two countries just before and after the crimes was you.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was Franziska really the only person to have traveled between the two countries?
Lang:
According to the guards at both doors, she is the only one to go back and forth. The sis there was in Allebahst when the Yatagarasu showed. And then, just before you guys found Mr. Coachen's body, she entered Babahl. I think we can assume that's when she brought the knife into Babahl.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Then how do you explain the Primidux Statue?
Lang:
...I haven't quite figured that out yet. However, the fact that the two weapons crossed the border... ...proves that the killer must have also traveled across the country lines!
Edgeworth:
(The only things to cross the border are the Primidux Statue and the knife? I should hardly think that those are the only two items, Agent Lang...!)
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, those two items are not the only two to cross the border tonight.
Lang:
Oh?
Edgeworth:
DeMasque II was killed by Babahl's Primidux Statue, yes. But if that's the case, then tell me, where did Allebahst's Primidux Statue go?
Lang:
To Babahl...!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. And if the two statues really were switched... ...then this means that both statues were smuggled across the border at some point. Which means that a total of three items were smuggled across the embassies!
Lang:
Hmm... I guess so. But you know what? It doesn't matter the number of items, only that the sis is the only one who could've done it! Because the only person who went back and forth between Allebahst and Babahl is her!
Edgeworth:
(Is that really true? Was there no one else who traveled between the two countries? Actually, there was definitely another person; one who paid a visit to both sides of the wall!)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Is that really so, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Ha ha ha ha! What a lousy time to try and bluff your way out of this! I checked out what the guards said, along with the security cameras' footage. You're not going to overturn my hypothesis that easily!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But suppose there was some other way other than through the theater doors?
Lang:
What other way...?
Edgeworth:
(The other entity that managed to cross the border unharmed... If I point it out, it would open up a whole new possibility! And though I hesitate to bring this out... ...as long as this entity exists, the impossible road becomes a possibility.)
Lang:
It looks like you've got some clever idea in mind.
Edgeworth:
I do, and I can show it to you through a single piece of evidence.
Lang:
Tch! Fine, then. Let's see this piece of evidence that will show me this "other route"!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence will show us another way to move between the two countries!
Present Photo of Yatagarasu
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Agent Lang, I'm sure you familiar with this unforgettable photo."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I believe this is the piece of evidence that will show you how!
Lang:
......... What about it? You're going to have to explain because I don't see another road or anything else!
Edgeworth:
B-But how can you not see!? Wolves are known for their keen eyesight!
Lang:
Sorry, but the only thing I see is the crud that you're hoping will stick to the wall.
Edgeworth:
(I need to think calmly about this and find that other road the smuggled goods look...)
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence will show us another way to move between the two countries!"
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, I'm sure you familiar with this unforgettable photo.
Lang:
Tch...! That supernatural photo!? Like I said before... Humans can't fly.
Edgeworth:
No, of course not. I understand that perfectly well.
Lang:
And don't start claiming that Shih-na somehow grew wings, either.
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't dream of claiming that.
Lang:
And I won't allow you to take back what you've said either! I'll say it again; it's not humanly possible to fly through the air without wings! So you'd better have a good explanation for this, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
...Arngh! (But how can I prove who it was that flew through the air in this photo!? Wait. "Not humanly possible"...? Eureka...!) Very well. You will have your explanation!
Lang:
It sounds like you have a good idea simmering inside that head of yours... Let's hear it! The face hidden within this photo's blurry, trailed shadow is...!?
Present Allebahst's Primidux Statue
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Naturally, the shadow is the third smuggled object, the Primidux Statue replica."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the face behind the shadow!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
I thought I said that you'd better have a GOOD explanation. I can't make heads or tails of what you're trying to say with that!
Edgeworth:
Nnrgh! (W-Was I wrong...?)
Lang:
Come on... Hurry up and show me what that shadow that's flying through the air is!
Edgeworth:
(I need to think calmly about this and find that other road the smuggled goods look...)
Leads back to:
"Let's hear it! The face hidden within this photo's blurry, trailed shadow is...!?"
Edgeworth:
Naturally, the shadow is the third smuggled object, the Primidux Statue replica.
Lang:
You can't be serious!
Edgeworth:
The Yatagarasu... or rather Calisto Yew dressed as Agent Shih-na, was inside Babahl. She dressed the replica statue up in clothes, and launched it through the air.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hah... Mr. Prosecutooooooor! You left out a very crucial bit in your explanation.
Edgeworth:
I know I did.
Lang:
She "launched it through the air"!? Hah... And how exactly did she do thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
(He is literally baring his fangs at me...! But he has a point. How exactly did it move through the air like that? As long as this remains unsolved, we won't be able to move any closer to the truth! Which reminds me, didn't he say this earlier...?)
Lang:
Hey, sis... I remember that just before Ambassador Alba went to give his speech... ...he called you into his office, right?
Edgeworth:
(So, just before the murder, Franziska was called here, right into this very room. If that's the case... then that may be another avenue I can pursue.) Agent Lang. In order for me to answer that question... ...I will need to hear testimony from Ms. von Karma.
Franziska:
!
Lang:
Oh...? What are you up to now, pretty boy?
Edgeworth:
Earlier, you mentioned something of interest to me. You said that just before the murder occurred... ...Ms. von Karma had been in this room because Ambassador Alba had called for her. And for that reason alone, you believe her to be the killer.
Lang:
Yeah, I guess I did say something like that.
Edgeworth:
In that case, I believe it is my duty to ask her what her side of the story is.
Lang:
Hah! Do you really think a criminal would tell us the honest truth?
Franziska:
How dare you!? As I've said numerous times, there is absolutely no proof that I am the killer! Miles Edgeworth! Don't tell me you suspect me, too!?
Edgeworth:
I don't. However, I can't ignore the fact that you were in this room at one point in time. Which is why I would like to hear about your movements in this room.
Franziska:
Krngh!
Edgeworth:
Franziska... I feel that I still don't have enough information... ...which is why your testimony is incredibly important to the outcome of this case.
Franziska:
............ Alright. So? What would you like me to talk about?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I'd like you to please testify to your movements in this room until the murder occurred.
Lang:
Hmph... Alright, let's try this your way for a change. But if what she has to say turns out to be a waste of time... ...I'll place her under arrest faster than you can howl "Nooooooooooooo!"
Edgeworth:
Hmph... As you wish.
-- Movements in Allebahst --
Franziska:
As I said earlier, I was assigned to guard duty in the Allebahstian Embassy.
After I saw the Steel Samurai off on his way towards the ambassador's office...
...I returned to the rose garden for a bit, and checked up on the security situation.
After all the preparations were in place, I was called back by Ambassador Alba to his office.
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I want us to make this clear from the very beginning... ...so what I wish to confirm is that the only time span in which you were in this office... ...was before the murder occurred. Is that correct?
Franziska:
Yes, of course.
Edgeworth:
I see. (For now, the only way that I can see for us to break out of this situation... ...is to ask Franziska about her testimony in more detail.)
Rebuttal
-- Movements in Allebahst --
Franziska:
As I said earlier, I was assigned to guard duty in the Allebahstian Embassy.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I thought your duty was to fact-find anything you could about the smuggling ring?
Franziska:
Yes, that was my job. But upon hearing that the Yatagarasu had sent a calling card to the Embassy... ...Ambassador Alba called upon us to protect the Embassy instead. That incident seven years ago... Or have you forgotten what happened here back then?
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (Anything related to that case we were involved in appears to be rather painful for her. It's not exactly one I can readily forget myself...)
Franziska:
Hmph... It looks like you remember the case after all.
Edgeworth:
Of course I do.
Franziska:
I inspected every location, every possible escape route... ...and every aspect of the police security detail. I did all that, then after that...
Franziska:
After I saw the Steel Samurai off on his way towards the ambassador's office...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you were at the theater as well?
Franziska:
Yes, and I suppose you were also there as well, watching that stage show?
Edgeworth:
Well, yes. (So Franziska was there...)
Franziska:
Hmph... Well, after the show was over and I saw the Steel Samurai off...
Franziska:
...I returned to the rose garden for a bit, and checked up on the security situation.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why did you need to confirm the degree of preparation for even the speech?
Franziska:
For security's sake, of course. What other reason could I have had? No one knew just how the Yatagarasu had planned on getting in, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I suppose you're right.
Franziska:
And in the end, the Yatagarasu did choose to appear in the rose garden... Even if it did turn out to be nothing more than a shadow... Arngh... Who would've thought that she would use a shadow!?
Edgeworth:
Ack! C-Calm down, Franziska! (She must still be nursing a grudge over the fact that she couldn't figure it out herself.)
Franziska:
Hmph... Anyway, there was no one in the rose garden. And we were aware that the speech was set to start soon thereafter.
Franziska:
After all the preparations were in place, I was called back by Ambassador Alba to his office.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
At that time, DeMasque II's body had yet to be found in this room, is that correct?
Franziska:
That's right. But Ambassador Alba was here. One could hardly miss his rather large presence.
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Lang:
Hmph! A criminal will say anything to get out of getting arrested! How do we know you're not lying!?
Franziska:
Well, if you need proof, I'd be happy to oblige you.
Lang:
Seriously!?
Franziska:
Like I keep telling you... ...when I arrived at this office, Ambassador Alba was already here. He was standing by the flower box on the windowsill, watering his plants.
Alba:
Ah, I can attest to that. I remember speaking with the lovely lady around that time here in my office.
Lang:
Grr! Alright, then... Add that statement to your testimony, and let's hear some details.
Edgeworth:
(So Ambassador Alba was in this room at the time, was he...?)
Add statement:
"When I arrived, Ambassador Alba was watering the flowers on the windowsill."
Franziska:
When I arrived, Ambassador Alba was watering the flowers on the windowsill.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
For the sake of being thorough, I'd like to ask you something. How did you know that Ambassador Alba was watering his plants at the windowsil?
Franziska:
What do you mean by that?
Edgeworth:
The entrance to this room is on this side, however, the window is on the opposite side. If what you say is true, then when you entered the room, his body would've been like a wall. He would've been blocking your view of what he was doing. Isn't that not correct?
Franziska:
I suppose it was a bit hard to see around him. But fortunately for me Ambassador Alba is not an immovable wall.
Edgeworth:
...?
Franziska:
I knocked before I entered, and as I did, he turned around to greet me... ...with a watering can in his hand. So it's only natural to believe that he was watering his plants, right?
Edgeworth:
I suppose.
Franziska:
After his greeting, we spent a little time talking about his flowers. He had obtained them himself, and is growing them with the utmost care, you know.
Alba:
Yes... The plants in this room... They are all like my children.
Franziska:
The passionflowers in the flower box on the windowsill are growing beautifully, too. All four of them are in full bloom.
Edgeworth:
! Ms. von Karma, what did you say just now?
Franziska:
I said that the flowers are growing beautifully. What about that statement do you not understand?
Edgeworth:
(What do I not understand? I do not understand why a certain thing is the way it is...) I'd like for you to append that statement to your testimony.
Franziska:
Very well.
Add statement:
"There were four large passionflowers in full bloom in the flower box."
Franziska:
There were four large passionflowers in full bloom in the flower box.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I'd like to confirm this with you one more time. There were four passionflowers in bloom in that box, correct?
Franziska:
Yes. I should hardly think I could have miscounted such eye-catching flowers.
Edgeworth:
(There must be a deeper meaning to this statement. And it appears that I must take a gamble on its meaning for me to make any progress!)
Present Passionflowers
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Franziska..."
Edgeworth:
(The Primidux Statues were already switched by the time the murder happened. In light of that fact, what Franziska saw in this room before the crime... ...is of incredible importance!)
Edgeworth:
Franziska... For some odd reason... your testimony contradicts with this piece of evidence.
Franziska:
It does appear that way.
Lang:
Hah! I know it! I knew we couldn't trust your words, sis!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! What are you doing discrediting Ms. von Karma like this!?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, sir! If you keep this up, she's gonna get taken away, sir! Eeek!
Franziska:
All I've done is state what I saw! I have made not a single mistake in my testimony! And for this... I am still under suspicion for murder. Is the number of flowers really all that important at this juncture, Miles?
Edgeworth:
At the very least, it is a contradiction in this enigmatic case. One that I find hard to dismiss as irrelevant.
Lang:
Hah! Then let's hear it, Mr. Prosecutor! What does the number of flowers have to do with anything? What does it prove?
Edgeworth:
I believe the answer to that will become clear if we were to examine that flower box. (How did this contradiction come about...? There must be something behind this discrepancy!)
Alba:
Th-They're my beloved flowers. I've grown them with the utmost care. So I ask that you please be gentle with them as you examine them, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I understand.
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Watering can
Edgeworth:
This watering can has a rather robust design.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Why are you telling us stuff we can clearly see for ourselves!? Plus, if you keep wasting time talking about that, Ms. von Karma's gonna get arrested!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (I'd better examine something else.)
Flower box
Edgeworth:
This flower box... It appears to be made of marble.
Franziska:
It looks that way. But, so what? Is it something that's so important that you absolutely had to mention it?
Edgeworth:
N-No, not exactly, but...
Franziska:
.........Miles Edgeworth. You DO understand our current situation, don't you?
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, of course. I am fully aware of the situation.
Franziska:
Oh? Then in that case, allow me to ask you once again. Is what the flower box is made out of really all that important?
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (It would appear that the construction of the flower box is not that important.)
Passionflowers
Edgeworth:
The name of these flowers... I believe they're called "passionflowers". Despite being called "flowers", they are actually a species of vine. They appear to be growing well, and are well-supported by these plant supports.
Lang:
Yeah, but no matter how I look at it, it looks like there are only two here to me! You realize, don't you, sis... Your little lie has failed you!
Franziska:
Arngh! Miles Edgeworth! Hurry up and shut this man up for me already!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (I suppose I will need to use some evidence to "shut him up", won't I...?)
Show evidence
Leads to:
"Hmph... I believe I have just the piece of evidence you require."
Don't have evidence to show
Edgeworth:
(Not yet... I still have a thing or two left to examine.)
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I believe I have just the piece of evidence you require.
Lang:
Oh? You do, do you!? You have such confidence in the face of your current plight... ...but I highly doubt it'll last until the end!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You howl like a wolf, Agent Lang... ...but we'll see if you have any bite to back up that bark after you see the evidence! The truth the passionflowers reveal can be seen in this piece of evidence!
Present Hair Sticks
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Shih-na, who was supposedly in Babahl the entire time, had these "hair sticks" on her..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Well? What do you think now, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hah! You may talk big... but as usual, it's nothing more than a big bluff!
Edgeworth:
Gnrk! (Was I wrong!? Perhaps I should gather a bit more information before I attempt this again...)
Soil hole
Edgeworth:
(Hm...? This patch of soil looks as though it has had something removed from it.)
Lang:
Heh! What are you doing, Mr. Prosecutor? Why'd you clam up all of a sudden? I'm still here, waiting for an explanation, you know!
Edgeworth:
Did you know, Agent Lang? Flowers are best appreciated in silence.
Lang:
...Tch.
Edgeworth:
(It looks like two things were pulled out of this flower box...)
Edgeworth:
Shih-na, who was supposedly in Babahl the entire time, had these "hair sticks" on her... ...that look exactly like the plant supports in this flower box. In other words, I believe it can be said that these "hair sticks" are in actuality... ...support sticks for the passionflowers!
Lang:
Heh! And so what!? Is this really all that important to the case?
Examine evidence
Ring on Hair Sticks
Edgeworth:
Aha... So this ring-like section... ...is there to support vines like passionflowers up, huh? But if that's all they were meant to do, then what is this notch on the top end?
Kay:
Maybe it's for string or something to run through? To help the stick stay upright?
Edgeworth:
A notch for string to run through, huh?
Tip of Hair Sticks
Edgeworth:
I suppose this dirt was from when this plant support was stuck in the flower box.
Kay:
I guess that's why only the tip is dirty, huh?
Edgeworth:
Yes.
Edgeworth:
Of course it is. It means that we've found yet another item that was smuggled between the countries tonight.
Lang:
Aiya!
Edgeworth:
Think about it logically, Agent Lang. These sticks were originally in Allebahst... ...but somehow, they wound up in Shih-na's hands, who was in Babahl the whole night. So make no mistake! These sticks were smuggled somehow, just like the knife and statue!
Lang:
Arngh! Hmph! Very well, then! I want to hear from you exactly how they wound up in Babahl!
Edgeworth:
(How did these support sticks find their way to Babahl and why? There must be some reason as to why they ended up there... Aha! So that's why!) Agent Lang, if you would please take a look at this and tell me its shape.
Lang:
Hmph! It's just another stick, isn't it!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... And so it is. But the shape of the support sticks is what is important. For when they are used with something in this room, that's when it all comes into focus. And the object that completes the picture when used with the support sticks is...!
Present crossbow
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Th-That's a crossbow... Wait! You're not really suggesting...!?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This is what used with the support sticks!
Lang:
.........Come again?
Edgeworth:
Isn't it obvious? Someone used those with this...
Franziska:
"Those with this"...? Could you be any more vague!? Why don't you try again!?
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, I suppose I should. (It would appear that this was insufficient in conveying what I had wanted to say. The answer should become obvious to me if I just think calmly about it once more. But the only tjing that can really connect the two offices together has to be this!)
Leads back to:
"And the object that completes the picture when used with the support sticks is...!"
Lang:
Th-That's a crossbow... Wait! You're not really suggesting...!?
Edgeworth:
I am. These hair sticks... or rather, plant support sticks... They make for perfect arrows!
Lang:
Aiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Examine evidence
Ring on Crossbow Arrows
Edgeworth:
I thought these loops were just an eccentric design quirk... ...but who knew that they were actually arrow fletchings?
Edgeworth:
(I've done it! I've found the common thread that connects the two offices! But this thread has yet to be completely untangled. Even using the arrows, how does this explain how the statues were transported? Furthermore, who could it have been who fired these sticks as arrows? There MUST be a common thread that ties all of these things together!)
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor! Hold up a second! You do realize what happens when you tie a statue to an arrow, right? They don't fly at all!
-- Border-Crossing, Pt. 2 --
Lang:
So Babahl's statue was draped in the Yatagarasu's clothes, and then shot over here?
Even if you fired the arrows from this side, they wouldn't go far with a statue tied to them!
I don't think I need to tell you that the Primidux Statue didn't sprout wings.
You're a realist, after all, aren't you?
Edgeworth:
The Primidux Statues didn't sprout wings...? Hmph. Of course they didn't.
Lang:
Glad you understand. I feel you much better already. I was afraid for a second that you were unaware of that crucial fact!
Edgeworth:
It's only crucial because you're under the belief that wings are necessary to this equation.
Lang:
What?
Edgeworth:
You need to free your mind a bit more, and let it fly like a bird on the wind. The Primidux Statues flew, but not on a wing. Allow me a bit of your time, and I'll explain this mysterious phenomenon to you!
Rebuttal
-- Border-Crossing, Pt. 2 --
Lang:
So Babahl's statue was draped in the Yatagarasu's clothes, and then shot over here?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But that incredible scene just happened to have been caught on film, resulting in this photo.
Lang:
Hah! And what an incredible scene it was! This photo was taken by a freelance photojournalist, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, so I hear.
Lang:
And not every photojournalist is known to be honest, right? Especially not the ones that sell photos of spirits and giant creatures to tabloids.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I know what you mean. I've seen those sorts of photos many a time in court. But there have been times when those photos have turned out to be telling the truth. If you had ever stood in a court of law, you would know that it's entirely plausible.
Lang:
Hah! You really believe the stuff you're spewing right now? A courtroom certainly is a strange place, if what you say is true. But there really is something odd about that photo no matter how you look at it.
Lang:
Even if you fired the arrows from this side, they wouldn't go far with a statue tied to them!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But we are in agreement that an arrow by itself would reach the other side, correct?
Lang:
But just the arrow by itself is pretty meaningless, don't you think, Mr. Prosecutor? Because the things they wanted to smuggle were a lot bigger than nothing!
Edgeworth:
No, that's not necessarily true.
Lang:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
(What I need right now... ...is not further discussion of my conclusions; it's the launching of my conclusions! What the shooter wanted to launch with the crossbow was not the statues themselves! But rather, something a crossbow can launch that can be used to move the statues!)
Add statement:
"If it wasn't a statue that was tied to the arrows, then what did the crossbow launch...?"
Lang:
If it wasn't a statue that was tied to the arrows, then what did the crossbow launch...?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The thing the crossbow launched...? Allow me to show you the answer!
Lang:
Well, come on, then! Show me what you've got! But I warn you! I'll know when you're just bluffing!
Edgeworth:
This is what was launched from this Allebahstian office with the crossbow!
Present Wire
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Finally..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence is what was launched from here in Allebahst!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
And what purpose, exactly, did launching that serve? Because if you're joking, it's not gonna be a fit of laughter I'm about to launch into!
Edgeworth:
Ack! (That was not the kind of launch I was looking for.)
Lang:
Hah! I knew you couldn't explain this whole thing in a down-to-earth manner!
Present Wire
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Finally..."
Lang:
I don't think I need to tell you that the Primidux Statue didn't sprout wings.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. The statues didn't need wings to fly.
Lang:
Then how would YOU explain things? I'm almost looking forward to whatever fantastical explanation you come up with!
Lang:
You're a realist, after all, aren't you?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Of course, and I assure you that my hypothesis is firmly grounded in reality.
Lang:
Hah! Well, all I'm hearing is the fantasy of a desperate man!
Edgeworth:
At times, even reality itself can be a mysterious thing. Even you must admit that.
Lang:
Heh, do I? If it's so true, then why don't you go ahead and show me!?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! I think I understand what went sailing through the air!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I suppose that's because you're an expert at things that fly through the air.
Kay:
What did you expect from the second Yatagarasu!?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Now, to show Agent Lang what really went soaring through the air tonight.
Edgeworth:
Finally... Finally, we have reached this point in our discussion. For I present to you, that which was carried by the arrow from the crossbow!
Lang:
Heh. I get it now, Mr. Prosecutor... I can see exactly what you are trying to say! You're saying that the wire was tied to an arrow and then shot into Mr. Coachen's office! All the way from the fifth floor of the Allebahstian Embassy... ...down to the third floor of the Babahlese Embassy!
Lang:
If what you're claiming is really what happened... ...I can see how Allebahst's Primidux Statue could be moved. Gravity could be used to move the statue down the wire from the fifth to the third floor. But then, what about Babahl's Primidux Statue? The dark shadow in this photo is clearly flying away from Babahl! Going in the opposite way of gravity, from the third floor of the Babahlese Embassy... ...up to the fifth floor of the Allebahstian Embassy...! How do you explain that!?
Edgeworth:
(Aha! I think I finally see how the gears behind this whole trick works!) Agent Lang, the "motion" used behind this trick... I wonder if perhaps you have yet to envision how it works in your head?
Lang:
"Motion"? What motion?
Edgeworth:
This is the motion that was employed to smuggle Babahl's Primidux Statue!
Rotary motion
Leads to:
"I believe it was done via rotary motion."
Swinging motion
Edgeworth:
A swinging motion was employed.
Lang:
Heh! You sure thought that one through, Mr. Prosecutor! Because if they used that... ...the statue would swing right into the building's wall!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (H-He does have me there...)
Lang:
For shame! You should sign yourself up for grade school physics for not realizing that!
Edgeworth:
Nnrrrrgh... (I'm at a loss for words to that... I need to calm down and think through this once more. There is only one feasible motion that could've been used to send the statue up!)
Leads back to:
"This is the motion that was employed to smuggle Babahl's Primidux Statue!"
Bungee action
Edgeworth:
A bit of bungee action was employed!
Lang:
...Bungee action? Are you saying that the wire acted as a bungee cord, and then the statue was hauled up?
Edgeworth:
That's a simple way of putting it, but yes.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hah! Did you think about the weight of the statue at all? That thing is solid gold! Before that thing ever reached the office window, the wire would've snapped!
Edgeworth:
Nngh...
Lang:
But OK, let's consider your idea and say that the wire has the elasticity required. If you fired that kind of wire from a crossbow... ...the arrow could come sailing back at the person who shot it! Talk about dangerous!
Edgeworth:
Nnrrrrgh! (H-He's absolutely right...)
Lang:
I thought this sort of thing was common knowledge. I'm having a bit of hard time right now dealing with a jurisdiction thief... ...who lacks understanding of the most basic things like physics, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(...Unfortunately for me, it appears that Agent Lang is correct. I need to calm down and think through this once more. There is only one feasible motion that could've been used to send the statue up!)
Leads back to:
"This is the motion that was employed to smuggle Babahl's Primidux Statue!"
Edgeworth:
I believe it was done via rotary motion. If the two statues were transported simultaneously...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
"Simultaneously"!? Get real! The statues would collide somewhere along the way!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Did I ever say that there was only one line of wire between the two offices? If you shot an arrow with the two ends of a wire tied to it, a circular belt can be formed.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Don't object and call a success what is beyond reasonability." Talking into account the tension difference between the two wires... ...the top one would sag too much to the point where the statues would collide anyway!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang... As you know, the Primidux Statue is a one-of-a-kind national treasure. And the fact that Babahl's statue is a hollow replica of the real statue... ...it would naturally be lighter than the real one, meaning that my idea is very possible!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL!
Edgeworth:
Here is what I believe happened. Ms. Yew and her mystery co-conspirator set themselves up in the two different rooms. The co-conspirator bridged the rooms by shooting the 2 ends of the wire down on 1 arrow. Then the two of them covered the statues and proceeded to transport the statues. After the switch was completed, another arrow was fired... ...carrying the other end of the wire down to Babahl, where it was to be disposed of. And to do that, Ms. Yew hid it inside the grandfather clock. Q.E.D.
Lang:
...Hah! Ha ha ha ha... Grr!
Franziska:
This proves it, right, Agent Lang!? That I'm not the killer!
Lang:
Not yet, sis. I still haven't had my dessert yet. Right, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
The proof is in the pudding, as it were?
Lang:
Pudding IS a nice dessert. So? Do you think you can do it? Can you prove that what you said is what happened? Because remember, if you can't... ...I'll be taking a certain someone back home with me as a souvenir!
Edgeworth:
I agree that as long as there is no proof, my hypothesis remains just that. However... ...what I have laid out is no mere hypothesis, for there is one more piece of evidence.
Lang:
One more? This should be interesting. You think you have a piece of evidence that will turn your hypothesis into fact...? Well then, let's see it, Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
(The thing that made it possible to create a circular belt out of a length of wire... I believe that it is right here in this very room! Now then, I believe this is what made the circular belt transportation method possible!)
Present ceiling fan
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Hah! Looks like you dropped another bomb on us again!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
The circular belt method was made possible thanks to this part of the room!
Lang:
Hah! Don't you mean "impossible", Mr. Prosecutor?
Franziska:
...I have to say, I agree.
Lang:
Haaa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Even the one in the most precarious situation here agrees with me!
Franziska:
I am a Von Karma... ...and as I have a name to uphold... ...I refuse to accept anything that is less than perfect!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (I guess I was mistaken... I need to take another good look at this room. There is something here that made it possible to create a circular belt out of wire!)
Leads back to:
"(Now then, I believe this is what made the circular belt transportation method possible!)"
Lang:
Hah! Looks like you dropped another bomb on us again!
Franziska:
The last piece to the trick... are two pulleys!
Edgeworth:
Precisely! The ceiling fans double as pulleys in this case! And thanks to the fact that there is one installed in each of the offices... ...the ceiling fans made for the perfect pulley set for the wire to run on!
Lang:
A...Aaa.........Arruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
Edgeworth:
(This must be it! This is how the smugglers bypassed the impenetrable security!)
Lang:
Ha... Ha ha ha ha ha! Grr... You really are something else, Mr. Prosecutor! I bet you've figured it all out already, haven't you!? You know who the bug hotshot that set up this real-life stage show is, don't you!?
Edgeworth:
(The person who set up this rather large and complex stage show... ...needs to be someone who had foreknowledge of... ...the existence of a ceiling fan in both the Allebahstian and Babahlese offices. And that the passionflowers' support stakes could be used as arrows...) The real mastermind behind this case.........
Lang:
Well!? Don't you dare make this wolf wait for his food!
Franziska:
Why are you so hesitant, Miles Edgeworth? If you can't say who it is, why don't you present something like you always do!?
Edgeworth:
(A single point of the finger here, and this case will explode into an international incident. However! It's already too late for me to stop the forward momentum! It appears that I have no choice now... but to rush in!) There is a piece of evidence that will point us to who the mysterious mastermind is!
Present Passionflowers or Crossbow Arrows
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This smuggling could not have been possible without the use of the crossbow."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Well? What do you think now, Agent Lang?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hah! You may talk big... but as usual, it's nothing more than a big bluff!
Edgeworth:
Gnrk! (Was I wrong!? Perhaps I should gather a bit more information before I attempt this again...)
Leads back to:
"There is a piece of evidence that will point us to who the mysterious mastermind is!"
Edgeworth:
This smuggling could not have been possible without the use of the crossbow. Furthermore, the arrows that were shot by the crossbow... ...were plucked, as it were, from the flower box in this very room. They were planted so long ago that the passionflowers had the time to grow so big... ...that Ms. von Karma didn't even notice the arrows when she visited this room today!
Lang:
............
Edgeworth:
On top of all this, the fact that the culprit knew that both offices had ceiling fans... ...tells us that the person has very detailed information on the embassy's layout. So as you may have already guessed, the person I am accusing of hatching this plan... ...is the person who grew the flowers in the flower box with the utmost care. Thus, it can only be you! Quercus Alba!
Franziska:
!
Lang:
!
Alba:
..................
Franziska:
Are you out of your mind, Miles Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
I'm certain of what I am saying, and I am sure that he is the culprit.
Lang:
Heh... Heh heh heh heh......... Haaa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Tell me, Mr. Prosecutor. What was the ambassador trying to accomplish by doing all that stuff you just outlined? Why in the world would he need to use a trick like that?
Edgeworth:
I understand your need to doubt me. However, there is one thing that stands out to me as very odd.
Lang:
Just one thing, huh?
Edgeworth:
(The one, single end result Ambassador Alba sought to obtain... If we were to examine the focus of this complex trick... ...I believe we will finally find the answer to everything!) Everything will become clear once we examine this piece of evidence!
Present Allebahst's Primidux Statue
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I would fully understand the reasoning had the situation been the reserve."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lang:
You want us to examine this?
Edgeworth:
Yes, for I believe that by examining it, we will finally have all of our answers.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Items that become evidence should never have any part overlooked." All evidence related to this case are fine and don't need to be examined again!
Edgeworth:
Ack! (I-It would appear that I was mistaken... Agent Lang is correct... Most of the evidence has already undergone intense scrutiny. However, there is one piece that has only been partially checked... And that piece, which lies at the heart of the smuggling, is what I should present!)
Leads back to:
"Everything will become clear once we examine this piece of evidence!"
Edgeworth:
I would fully understand the reasoning had the situation been the reserve. However, to go through the trouble of swapping the real Primidux Statue for the fake... I sense a very shady reason for such a bizarre action! And who better to ask for that reason than King Primidux himself!
Lang:
I see... Ambassador, we'll be examining that statue now, with or without your permission!
Alba:
............................................................
Examine head
Leads to:
"Hmm... This guy kind of looks like the Steel Samurai, don't you think?"
Examine sword
Edgeworth:
With his sword drawn like that, there is an aura of valor and bravery around King Primidux.
Kay:
He looks so cool standing like that with the sword stuck in the ground in front of him. Maybe I should try and come up with some cool pose with a shuriken or something!
Edgeworth:
(I am seriously beginning to think that her real goal in life is to become a ninja.)
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. There isn't anything particularly odd about the sword, right?
Edgeworth:
No, not really. I suppose we should examine a different area of the statue now.
Examine shield
Edgeworth:
A shield, huh... There doesn't seem to be anything unusual about it.
Kay:
I bet it's supposed to mean that the guy is protecting something!
Edgeworth:
I don't think it's supposed to have that deep of a meaning behind it.
Kay:
In that case, what are we wasting time with this for? Let's look at some other area!
Examine handprint on bottom
Edgeworth:
These are Mr. Coachen's fingerprints. The fact that they're on here suggests that this statue once belong to Babahl.
Kay:
So it was smuggled from Babahl to Allebahst, huh?
Edgeworth:
(Why was there a need for them to smuggle it in?)
Kay:
Hmm... This guy kind of looks like the Steel Samurai, don't you think? Maybe it's because they look alike that he was picked to be the goodwill ambassador?
Edgeworth:
I suppose that's possible. ............Hm? Take a look at this area around the base of his neck. It looks like a gap.
Kay:
Hey! You're right! Maybe it's meant to be some kind of secret?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps it's possible to open the statue from this gap in its construction!
Lang:
What...!?
Franziska:
Hurry up and open it, Miles!
Edgeworth:
...Alright, here goes.
Kay:
Wow! It really did open up! Hey, what's this thing that fell out?
Edgeworth:
Hm...? I believe a more thorough examination of it is required.
Examine plate
Leads to:
"What in the...!? Is this...!?"
Edgeworth:
What in the...!? Is this...!?
Lang:
Hey! Is this what I think it is...!?
Franziska:
It's a plate... for making counterfeit bills!
Edgeworth:
Somehow... it appears that we've at long last arrived... ...at the exit to this complex labyrinth! We finally hold within our hands, one of the counterfeit money plates... ...and the reason why the replica was smuggled into Allebahst to begin with!
Counterfeit Plate data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
The Primidux Statue can only be handled by the ambassador or the secretariat. And the replica is nothing more than a hollow shell covered in gold. These two circumstances make the statue the ideal object in which to hide contraband. After receiving the statue containing the counterfeit plate from Shih-na... ...the ambassador had the misfortune of accidentally running into DeMasque II. Surprised by the thief, the ambassador raised the replica statue at DeMasque II, and... Then, in order to frame the Steel Samurai of murder... ...he covered the Samurai Sword in blood. Well, Ambassador Alba?
Examine evidence
Front side of Counterfeit Plate
Edgeworth:
It's a counterfeit plate used to make counterfeit Zheng Fa bills. It's incredibly detailed, and even includes a phoenix taking off into the sky. With plates as finely crafted as these, it's no wonder the fakes are so hard to spot.
Alba:
..................
Lang:
You're... the leader of the smuggling ring? My country is a mess... ...and it's all because of you!?
Franziska:
YOU'RE... the one who killed DeMasque II?
Edgeworth:
Answer us!
Alba:
..................I never thought... I never thought... that you would figure things out to this level.
Edgeworth:
...!
Alba:
However, there is one point I disagree with you on. The head of the smuggling ring was......... Mr. Coachen.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Quite screwin' around! I have no sympathy for someone who would try to pass the guilt onto a dead man! If there is one thing I'm sure of, it's that you're the real ringleader, Quercus Alba!
Alba:
It's not good to speak with such subjectivity, you know, Agent Lang.
Lang:
"Subjectivity"? My conclusion is anything but, and is the result of logic and investigation!
Alba:
"Logic and investigation"? Only seconds ago, you were ready to arrest Ms. von Karma. I don't think we can give such flip-floppy logic any real weight, do you?
Lang:
Heh......... .........Heh heh heh... Haa ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Alba:
?
Edgeworth:
?
Lang:
It looks like you still don't get why I came back.
Alba:
Excuse me?
Lang:
You see, the reason I came back... ...is so that I could sink my fangs into your wrinkly, old neck! From the very beginning, my real target has been you!
Alba:
What?
Franziska:
Agent Lang! I demand an explanation!
Lang:
Sorry, sis. I didn't mean to put you through all that. I knew you were innocent from the very beginning.
Franziska:
You did...?
Lang:
I knew that this whole incident had been meticulously planned and prepared for. So naturally, the occupant of this room, Ambassador Alba, seemed the most suspicious. But without the ambassador's permission, we couldn't get in to take another look around!
Edgeworth:
Ah, so that's why you put on this big show to accuse Franziska of the murder! Using Franziska as the bait, you were able to gain us entry and investigative rights!
Lang:
Yeah, if I hadn't done that, I doubt the ambassador would've given the OK to poke around.
Franziska:
So that's what all this was about... Very well, I will forgive you. But in exchange for using me as bait... ...you will take some responsibility and help us find the truth!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, for giving me such a great opening... I thank you.
Lang:
............You know, I just knew, Mr. Prosecutor... ...that somehow, if we were able to find some proof by investigating this room... ...that you would be able to figure out the real culprit with your special brand of logic.
Edgeworth:
Heh, the evidence detectives collect combined with the logic of a prosecutor... That's just as it should be in a "prosecutor - detective team", right?
Lang:
Tch. I don't know about all that! But one thing I do know is that I'm itching to see that old man get what's coming to him!
Alba:
Ho ho. You're quite scary when you want to be, aren't you?
Lang:
Hey, you were the one who was planning to use me to push all the guilt onto the sis. But unfortunately for you, you misjudged me!
Alba:
..................Agent Lang, I wish for you to stop trying to intimidate me. What we need right now is evidence and proof. I wonder if you have what is necessary to prove that I am the head of the smuggling ring?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Don't be such a sore loser! If you really are the head of the smuggling ring... ...then you should acknowledge your crimes with dignity!
Alba:
Dignity...? That is nothing more than a fool's insincere display of strength. If you really wish for me to acknowledge my crimes... ...then I would like to first see some of this thing you call "evidence".
Franziska:
Grr...!
Alba:
I tell you... I knew nothing. Really. I didn't even know that a counterfeit plate was hidden inside that statue.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You swapped a real statue that vested in your country the authority to rule for a sake. It doesn't make any sense that you didn't know anything!
Alba:
It doesn't make sense? Where doesn't it make sense? Can you prove that it doesn't make sense?
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk!
Franziska:
...He's really got us. He's... turned the entire situation around against us.
Alba:
..................
Edgeworth:
(The proof that Interpol has been after which points to this man as the ringleader... If we can somehow find that proof now, then we can see to it that justice is finally served! Is there nothing I can use to break this case wide open!?) ...! The trump card and the video tape... (With those two items... ...we might be able to finally bring this man down. But...! The card is evidence from a case that Mr. Faraday hid away in secret... ...and the tape was stolen by Detective Badd from the police. They're both illegal evidence! No matter what, a protector of the law can't be allowed to use such pieces of evidence!)
Manfred:
Needless to say... ...we Von Karmas are commanded to achieve nothing but victory! And by any means necessary!
Badd:
The only way to bring someone like that to justice was to do so outside of the courts... That's what we thought... at the time.
Edgeworth:
(I no longer follow the path of Manfred von Karma... ...and I won't follow the path of the Yatagarasu! This leaves me with what? What creed will I believe in? If I want to pursue the truth, then I will sully my hands in illegality... ...and if I want to pursue justice, then I will lose the truth! What is the "law", and what is "justice"? And which path is a "prosecutor" supposed to follow!? That choice... is one I must make by my own hand here and now!)
Use the trump card
Leads to:
"(There is no limit to the law. Any limit that exists was set there by man.)"
Don't use the trump card
Edgeworth:
(I am a prosecutor, and I can't allow myself to use evidence such as these!)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! If you don't do something, Ambassador Alba is going to get away with it!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... I know, but...
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
What are you holding back for? The only thing a Von Karma should pursue is the perfect proof. If you really do have what it takes to complete our argument... ...then there is absolutely no reason not to use it!
Edgeworth:
Nngh...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "The reason people judge people is because people are people." People weren't born to be chained to the law; laws were born to protect the people. You're the only one here right now who can put this guy out to pasture... ...and that is the only way a second or a third generation of Zheng Fa's people will be born. Can you really still hesitate knowing the fate of a nation rests in your hands?
Edgeworth:
I...
Leads to:
"(There is no limit to the law. Any limit that exists was set there by man.)"
Edgeworth:
(There is no limit to the law. Any limit that exists was set there by man. When a person goes beyond that limit, then the law, too, crosses into new territory! For what reason were laws invented? The answer to that is what I must now show!) Ambassador Alba. I wonder if you might recognize this.
Alba:
...! Oh, I wonder what that card is? I've never seen that before in my life.
Edgeworth:
It's a directives card used by the leader of the ring to relay instructions to his subordinates.
Alba:
Oh? Is that what it is?
Edgeworth:
This card was sent to the real culprit behind the KG-8 Incident, ten years ago... A man by the name of Mr. Manny Coachen.
Alba:
.........Oh. So why do you have such a card in your possession?
Edgeworth:
Because it was hand-delivered to me... ...by a certain Great Thief... The Yatagarasu!
Alba:
The Yatagarasu gave that to you...? Don't talk nonsense, and let's be serious, Mr. Edgeworth. Do you have any proof that the card contains directions from the ringleader?
Edgeworth:
I'll have you know that the card is not the only thing I was given!
Alba:
What!?
Edgeworth:
This contains security footage that was shot just before the start of the KG-8 Incident.
Alba:
...The KG-8 Incident...?
Edgeworth:
The card and the video... These two pieces of evidence are what will seal your fate!
Alba:
............Hoho, very interesting. I must admit I am very curious now. Very curious indeed in these "case-deciding" pieces of evidence you've presented.
Edgeworth:
(The prey the Yatagarasu has been chasing all this time... now stands before me. I can't allow this man, who has had free reign for ten long years, to simply walk away. Now is the time for me to bring to fruition the valiant spirit that was given to me!)
March 15, 1:34 AMTheatrum NeutralisLobby
Alba:
So, what is this interesting thing that you wanted to show me?
Edgeworth:
(The trump card and the video tape... These two pieces of evidence together make for the ultimate hand! And this is where the real meaning behind Detective Badd's words will realized!) Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
What you see here is security footage shot just before the KG-8 murder occurred. From this footage, we know that the card is a directives card from the smuggling ring. This is the section that proves that the card was used to relay an order!
Present black card
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Hah! Looks like you dropped another bomb on us again!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Take a look at this area.
Alba:
What about that area...? My eyes aren't what they used to be, so I can't see what you're pointing at too well. But from what I can see, it doesn't look like it's related to our conversation...
Edgeworth:
Nngh...! (It's unrelated...!? I need to remain calm and take another look at this footage. What is the vital clue that shows us that card was used to relay an order!?)
Leads back to:
"This is the section that proves that the card was used to relay an order!"
Edgeworth:
As you can see, Mr. Coachen is holding the card in his right hand.
Alba:
I see. The killer is indeed holding a card with the exact same design on it. But the card and the one you have... Just because they look the same, doesn't mean that they are, does it now?
Edgeworth:
Ah, but there is a very easy way for me to prove that they are, in fact, one and the same. All we have to do is simply take a look at this!
Examine raven
Edgeworth:
According to Detective Badd... ...Ambassador Alba's directive cards bears the mark of a three-legged raven... ...or in other words, a yatagarasu. I suppose this mark was the inspiration for their group's name, the Yatagarasu.
Examine bloodstain
Leads to:
"This dark red blood... Yes, this is your proof."
Examine text
Edgeworth:
A section of the text has been obscured by blood, but it's clear the writing is Cohdopian. According to Detective Badd... ..."Silence Cece Yew"... ...is what is written here... ...along with the method to be used and where she lived. The evil intent displayed in this writing will not go unpunished!
Edgeworth:
This dark red blood... Yes, this is your proof. Proof that the orders on this card were played out in that terrible tragedy! The blood belonged to the victim of the KG-8 Incident. With a bit of DNA testing, we can very easily verify that as fact.
Alba:
..................
Edgeworth:
If you have no objections... ...then I'd like for you to take a look at this next piece of footage! This car that passed by in front of the victim's apartment building... It's an official Cohdopian government car.
Alba:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! If you could please magnify the footage! This area of the footage directly links the smuggling ring with Cohdopia!
Present pocket
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Hah! Looks like you dropped another bomb on us again!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This section will make it all clear to us!
Alba:
.........You must be very tired, Mr. Edgeworth. If you continue presenting completely irrelevant evidence like this... ...I'm afraid your investigation may fall apart. Perhaps it is time for you to retire.
Edgeworth:
W-Wait! (Arngh! But I was so sure it was this area...! Alright, focus, Miles. The area I should be pointing out is definitely here!)
Leads back to:
"This area of the footage directly links the smuggling ring with Cohdopia!"
Edgeworth:
The shape of this pocket... and the directives card in it... It tells us that without a doubt, this person in this car is Mr. Coachen!
Alba:
...Gnrk!
Edgeworth:
The license plate on the car was also captured by the security camera. And with it, we can easily find out who was sitting in this car on that day, ten years ago.
Alba:
Gnnrgh!
Edgeworth:
Which is why I can say with confidence that you were riding in this car on that day!
Alba:
Arnnnnnnnnnnnngh!
Alba:
..................Hah. Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah! You've done well, boy, to make it this far. However...! About your claim that I was riding in the car at the time... That's going to be mighty difficult to prove.
Edgeworth:
How so?
Alba:
The Principality of Cohdopia no longer exists. So naturally, all records from that time period also no longer exist.
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! That arrogance... What he really means is he's already erased all traces of them!)
Alba:
Are we finished here, boy?
Edgeworth:
(The only weapon I have left to me now... is this piece of footage! There must be something here that I can use against him!)
Present medal
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What the...!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, what do you think about this area?
Franziska:
If you have to confer with someone, then it's obviously a useless piece of logic!
Edgeworth:
Gnnoooh! (Arngh! She's right. The only logic that can trap Ambassador Alba is a perfectly iron-clad one. There must be something here in this footage! There must be something that shows that Ambassador Alba was riding in the car that day! No matter how insignificant it may seem, a clue must be hiding here, and I must find it.)
Leads back to:
"(There must be something here that I can use against him!)"
Edgeworth:
Wh-What the...! Ambassador Alba!
Alba:
Yes, what is it?
Edgeworth:
You were once an army man in the service of Cohdopia. And it was you who made the many missions you participated in successes, correct?
Alba:
Hmph. Why the sudden back-handed praises, boy? Although, to be sure... ...the brilliant medals on my breast were awarded to me during the era of Cohdopia. But now, I am the only one who owns this particular medal.
Edgeworth:
In that case... the only person it could be who is sitting in this car is you!
Alba:
How do you figure that!?
Edgeworth:
By the medal captured here in this footage! It is clearly the same exact medal as the one on your chest!
Alba:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
(This is how it will be... But I won't look back. For this is the path that I have chosen!)
Alba:
Gnnrrr... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You've moved me with your devotion to this case, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(Why is he taking such an arrogant stance with me?)
Alba:
It's almost looking possible, isn't it? For the lot of you to have come this far... It looks like I just might lose our little game this time.
Lang:
You might lose the game "this time"...? You don't get another round, Mr. Ambassador!
Alba:
Is that a fact? ...Very well. I've decided to confess and admit my guilt.
Franziska:
You're... going to confess?
Alba:
And I will accept whatever punishment that may come as a result.
Lang:
What the...?
Alba:
Regarding the DeMasque II murder, I admit it... I did it out of self-defense.
Edgeworth:
You're claiming it was justified self-defense!?
Alba:
DeMasque II attacked me, and I felt that my life was in danger. If I hadn't done what I did, I might be the one you found dead instead of him.
Lang:
Haa ha ha ha ha ha ha! What a pathetic performance!
Alba:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I'm not giving you one!
Kay:
Wow, you two really know how to laugh at inappropriate times!
Edgeworth:
If you wish to claim it was justified self-defense, then we will need some evidence.
Alba:
It's always the evidence with you, isn't it? But if that's what you require, I'll provide it. That man left a mark on me when he attacked!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Alba:
I don't particularly want to show it off, but this is proof that it was in self-defense. I'm an old man, and sometimes I don't pay enough attention when I should...
Franziska:
But DeMasque II didn't have a single weapon on his body!
Alba:
Hold on. It's nothing to get worked up over, because... I hid the weapon.
Franziska:
You hid it?
Alba:
I'm sorry, but as you know, a murder is a murder, even if it's in self-defense. And I couldn't let it become public, seeing as how I AM an ambassador... This is the weapon you seek, my special bonsai trimming shears.
Kay:
Oongh... It's covered in blood.
Alba:
He was trembling quite badly during our struggle... ...but that's when he grabbed the shears that were sitting in my office and attacked. So you see, it was an act of self-defense.
Kay:
Is he right, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Since he has both a wound and the weapon that caused it, it's enough to declare it so.
Amb. Alba's Wound data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
N-No way...!
Alba:
Oh, which reminds me. I guess there is still one more accusation I need to resolve. Smuggling and counterfeiting. Unfortunately, all of that is my secretary's doing. I had no knowledge it was going on.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Stop spewing nonsense! You're trying to throw my investigation under the bus in your desperation. If you want to get real honest... ...everything in this case can be connected to you!
Franziska:
The murder of DeMasque II was done in self-defense...!? In my trials, no man escapes his crime alive!
Alba:
Perhaps so, if you were my opponent in court. However, there is one very important fact that I think you may have forgotten.
Edgeworth:
And what is that...? .................. A.........Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
Lang:
Arngh! That's what you mean! Extraterritoriality...!
Alba:
That's right. This embassy sits on what is effectively Allebahstian soil. So any trial that is to be held will be held in Allebahst. Therefore, the crime I just admitted to will never be tried in your courts.
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! What is Interpol's stance on this!?
Lang:
Agents investigate. That's our job. The judgment of people who have confessed to their crime... that's the court's job.
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk!
Alba:
And I've already confessed to all of my crimes, Agent Lang. Furthermore, by the very nature of my position, I have full extraterritorial rights. These rights are effective, even on your country's soil. Therefore... ...no matter where a crime may take place, I will never stand trial in one of your courts!
Lang:
That arrogance... and your expression... That's nothing like the face of someone who is ready to accept the consequences. Don't tell me you have your own country's judicial system eating right out of your hands!
Alba:
These "crimes" you all speak so seriously of... To me, this has all been nothing more than a game. You may chase me out of this embassy with your accusations... ...but it's no big deal. Allebahst has numerous other embassies in other countries around the world. All you would accomplish is you would change the backdrop of our little game!
Edgeworth:
(These two layers of protection that extraterritoriality provides him... This is why he is one of those who cannot be brought to court!)
Alba:
You see now, don't you? I live in a whole different world than you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and fetch your eviction papers.
Edgeworth:
Arngh! Is there nothing we can do!?
To be continued.
March 15, 2:11 AMTheatrum NeutralisLobby
Gumshoe:
I can't believe it, sir! Extraterritoriality...
Edgeworth:
Yes... and there is nothing we can really do about that. In the end, we didn't have enough authority to bring him to justice.
Kay:
I can't believe that even though we know he's the boss, we can't lay a finger on him!
Edgeworth:
I know...
Lang:
.................. Hey, Mr. Prosecutor, sorry to skip out on you, but I've got some business to take care of.
Kay:
If we can't even give an evil guy like him a slap on the wrist... ...then what the heck were laws created for!? What good are they!? If the law can't help us... ...then I'll go as the Yatagarasu, and take care of this myself!
Edgeworth:
Don't you dare!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
...Sorry, that was a bit too harsh.
Gumshoe:
I know how you feel, sir. We're trying to take on an ambassador, after all. And he did tell us earlier to get out of the theater. This is kinda their country, I guess... ...but I feel like I've been slapped across the face for just doing my job.
Edgeworth:
(What... am I going to do? Should I retreat for now, and formulate a better plan of attack...?)
Hold it!
Kay:
Come on, everyone! We can't give up yet!
Edgeworth:
Kay...?
Kay:
I want you to think about something for a sec! We've never let up for even a second, and as long as we don't stop investigating... ...we might find the "rotten" treasure hidden here!
Gumshoe:
Sh-She's right!
Kay:
Come on, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...You're right, Kay. Very well. Let us re-open the investigation and see what we find. Come on, Kay!
Kay:
Right behind you!
Gumshoe:
OK! Then I'll go check out Babahl a bit more, sir!
Franziska:
And I have something that I need to investigate further in Allebahst.
Edgeworth:
(Now then... ...before I gather any more information, I should do a bit of housekeeping.)
Passionflowers data erased from my Organizer.
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Edgeworth:
Ambassador Alba seemed agitated (Agitated Alba - I sense that there is something he doesn't want us to investigate.) over something.
Kay:
I wonder why?
Edgeworth:
There are two special circumstances that surround the ambassador. First, the embassy itself has extraterritorial rights. If something happens on Allebahstian soil... ...we are unable to legally prosecute him.
Kay:
Cool! It sounds like embassies are the perfect place to steal whatever you want!
Edgeworth:
...And murder DeMasque II, run a smuggling operation, and make counterfeit bills apparently.
Kay:
But I thought all the counterfeiting was done by Mr. Coachen in Babahl?
Edgeworth:
Yes, he apparently used the embassy's coupon printing press (Coachen's counterfeiting op. - Used Babahlese Embassy's printing press and Babahlese ink to make counterfeit bills.) to do it. But it's the same story over there anyway. Babahl also has extraterritorial rights. Which brings me to my next point: the ambassador's extraterritorial rights. Those rights are effective even in our own country.
Kay:
Really?
Edgeworth:
No matter what happens, he can never be tried in our courts. He retains some very special rights, indeed. Basically, no matter what wrongs he may commit, we can't bring him to trial here.
Kay:
So I guess we really don't stand a chance, do we?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... We might stand a chance if we can somehow nullify either one of his special rights.
Logic
"Renovations" and "Coachen's counterfeiting op."
Edgeworth:
We know that the counterfeit bills were printed using the embassy's press... ...but the necessary materials, such as the Babahlese ink and paper... ...must have been hidden in a secure location. But what do you think would've happened if the renovation had begun?
Kay:
Well, he probably had to find a better hiding place, or get rid of it all.
Edgeworth:
Right, so we can assume that the renovation was the cause of the plate and bills disposal. And the reason Mr. Coachen was killed as the "ringleader" of the smuggling operation. ...Based on what we know, who do you think was the one with the most to gain?
Colias Palaeno
Edgeworth:
The answer is Ambassador Palaeno.
Kay:
Y-You really think so!? But he was the one who had his embassy's offices burned down... ...and he lost his secretary. Do you really think he profited from any of that?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Now that you mention it, perhaps not... (She's right... Ambassador Palaeno has gained absolutely nothing from the events of tonight. With that being the case, there really is only one man who gained from everything!)
Leads back to:
"...Based on what we know, who do you think was the one with the most to gain?"
Manny Coachen
Edgeworth:
The answer is Mr. Coachen himself.
Kay:
Umm... He was the smuggling ring's boss, right? So maybe he had a lot to gain because of all the money...? But in the end, he was killed... It's kind of sad, really.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose there is some truth in that. (No matter how much he may have profited in life, he really didn't gain much in his death. With that being the case, there really is only one man who gained from everything!)
Leads back to:
"...Based on what we know, who do you think was the one with the most to gain?"
Quercus Alba
Leads to:
"It's the one person who has been erasing all evidence of the smuggling operation..."
Edgeworth:
It's the one person who has been erasing all evidence of the smuggling operation... ...from both embassies, the co-conspirator who is mopping up, Ambassador Alba. Ambassador Alba had a very strong motive to kill Manny Coachen (Motive to kill Coachen - Alba could conveniently place all of the guilt for the smuggling onto Coachen.)!
"Agitated Alba" and "Motive to kill Coachen"
Edgeworth:
The cause of Ambassador Alba's agitation, the "rotten" treasure we may find... ...and the motive for killing Mr. Coachen... Ms. Yew said it herself that she didn't kill anyone tonight. If we were to take her words at face value... ...then the reason for the ambassador's nervousness can only be one thing. He didn't want us to discover the real circumstances under which Mr. Coachen was killed.
Kay:
Then you mean, Ambassador Alba is the real killer? But I thought the two of them were friends?
Edgeworth:
Maybe they were, but what if Mr. Coachen was the one who first betrayed their friendship?
Kay:
Oh, I get it! Wasn't Mr. Coachen pushing really hard for Mr. Palaeno... ...to be ambassador after the reunification?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and that was the real reason why he wanted to steal Allebahst's Primidux Statue.
Kay:
So Mr. Coachen hired DeMasque II to go steal it for him... ...but when Ambassador Alba found out what he was up to, he killed Mr. Coachen?
Edgeworth:
It is definitely a possibility at this point.
Kay:
Those two really were thinking of no one but themselves. But the question now is "how did he do it?" Ambassador Alba was in Allebahst... ...but Mr. Coachen's body was discovered in Babahl, right?
Edgeworth:
Right. And that is what we must solve next.
Partner
Kay:
Yes?
The investigation
Kay:
We've come too far to give up! We must expose Ambassador Alba's misdeeds, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes, of course.
Kay:
And we've gotta find a way to steal the truth and get it out there... for my father's sake!
Edgeworth:
...Yes, and we will. (The reason for Ambassador Alba's nervousness must still be here somewhere. Furthermore, I need to pin down exactly what happened in here... I'll start thoroughly examining this room for any information I can find.)
Agitated Alba?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! If you don't pay attention, Ambassador Alba is gonna get away!
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, I know.
Kay:
Now hurry up and do that *schwing!* thing you always do!
Edgeworth:
I have no idea what you are talking about...
Kay:
What!? You don't!? Oh, come on, you know what I'm talking about! That thing you do!
Edgeworth:
...Are you talking about "Logic"...?
Kay:
Yes! That's it! So hurry up and let's *schwing!* already!
Edgeworth:
A-Alright, alright... (To be honest, it's been a bit hard to connect everything up until now by just looking. However, I should be able to piece things together if I take another look at my leads. Perhaps now is the time to use logic and reason my way to the truth!)
Present
Video Tape
Kay:
Uncle Badd entrusted you with this piece of evidence, Mr. Edgeworth. I think he believes that you're the one who will finally bring the truth to light.
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
And I believe in you, too, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Guard on left door
Guard:
On the orders of Ambassador Alba, no one is allowed into Allebahst.
Edgeworth:
Nngh! But I thought a lady with a whip passed through here not too long ago.
Guard:
She is from Interpol, and had the proper paperwork... ...so, while I was reluctant, I had to let her in.
Edgeworth:
(Heh... Sounds like Franziska alright.)
Guard:
Besides... if I didn't... that whip of hers...
Edgeworth:
(.........Yup, definitely Franziska...)
Backdrop
Edgeworth:
It's a backdrop they used in the Steel Samurai stage show today.
Kay:
I loved the climax of that show! "Steel Samurai Sushi Slice!" That was the first time I'd seen that special move! But, well, the Jammin' Ninja stage show's climax was much better, of course.
Edgeworth:
...Oh, is that a fact?
Kay:
That scene where he sang for Princess Misola and gave her those hair sticks? I could totally feel the love there in my heart!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Perhaps the Jammin' Ninja is just more popular with female audiences...?)
Flowers on left
Edgeworth:
Flowers were sent by a variety of people and businesses to celebrate the goodwill event. Even the Steel Samurai received some flowers from the ambassadors.
Kay:
There are so many bouquets here, it's like a wedding ceremony!
Edgeworth:
I believe the flowers for those are for a slightly different reason...
Kay:
What do you mean!? This event was supposed to be like a wedding between Allebahst and Babahl, right?
Edgeworth:
...Actually, I believe they're more in a state of divorce.
Kay:
OK, then! This event was supposed to be their remarriage ceremony!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose you could call it that.
Photo
Edgeworth:
This was taken just before the two ambassadors gave their bouquets to the Steel Samurai. (Wait, is it just my imagination... ...or is there something in this picture that I've seen before...?)
Before deducing
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Quercus Alba
Kay:
I can't believe he was pretending to be a harmless old grandpa. Talk about deceptive!
Edgeworth:
I don't suppose anyone expected him to change that drastically...
Kay:
I bet he's thinking of something evil behind that cheery smile!
Edgeworth:
Kay, please try to remain calm and focused on the here and now.
Kay:
Yeah, you're right. Sorry I got all worked up there. Well, the only way we're going to be able to steal the truth is if we keep on investigating!
Alba's bouquet
Edgeworth:
It appears to be a bouquet of Persian cyclamens and roses.
Kay:
Wow! You even know the exact species!? I never would've figured you for an expert on flowers!
Edgeworth:
Nnnnngh... (It's all because of those flowers that old lady sends me every month... Just look at me; I sound like some sort of botanist!)
Before deduce
Kay:
So, umm, what exactly is this yellow flower here?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... That one... I'm not sure.
Kay:
What!? You don't know!?
Edgeworth:
(As far as I can recall, I've never seen a flower like this before. But I feel as though I've seen this shape somewhere before...)
Steel Samurai
Edgeworth:
There's that troublemaker, standing there smack in the center making two peace signs.
Kay:
Wow, the Steel Samurai stands out even more than the two ambassadors in this picture! Oh, hey! The person playing the Steel Samurai is one of your friends, right?
Edgeworth:
..................No, I have no idea who he is.
Kay:
Wait! But you just said "he"! You knew which gender he was, so you MUST know him, right!?
Edgeworth:
I beg that you please refrain from talking about that person with me ever again.
Colias Palaeno
Kay:
Mr. Palaeno has a really great smile, don't you think!? I bet he was really happy that they were going to become Cohdopia again!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps... But instead, he became the greatest victim in today's case. An ambassador like him who is always thinking of his country is really to be admired.
Kay:
Yeah. Although this happened, I hope they'll be able to reunite the country someday.
Edgeworth:
I hope so as well, but for that to happen, we need to solve this case first. We need to see to it that those who would harm the new Cohdopia are locked away.
Kay:
And we will!
Palaeno's bouquet
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It seems that lilies are at the center of this bouquet, with an accent of chamomile.
Kay:
Wow... I can totally smell the wonderful fragrance!
Edgeworth:
Kay... this is just a picture.
Kay:
Argh! Look, I know that! But it's nice to imagine things once in a while, ya know? Where's your sense of empathy!?
Edgeworth:
If you can smell the fragrance of flowers from a photo, that's more like a "hallucination".
Kay:
! Y-You don't have to be mean about it...
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Let's just drop this before it's in full bloom.
Deduce (after examining Alba's bouquet)
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce yellow flower and present Allebahstian Knife
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Babahl's national symbol is the butterfly, and Allebahst's is the flower..."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Could this piece of evidence be related to this photo somehow?
Kay:
Huh? Well... Nope! I don't think it's related at all!
Edgeworth:
(Even though I know she's right, she could have at least tried to humor me a little.)
Edgeworth:
Babahl's national symbol is the butterfly, and Allebahst's is the flower... It would appear that someone is employing the old "hide a tree in a forest" trick.
Kay:
What are you mumbling to yourself about...? Wait, what? The handle on this knife... Aaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
Yes, it's the handle that was supposed to be on the blade that killed Mr. Coachen. The weapon that killed him was carried through the Theatrum Neutralis... ...in the very bouquet Ambassador Alba was carrying!
Commemorative Photo data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Hm? The flower motif... It looks like one of the flower petals is missing.
Kay:
Ooh! And take a look at the weapon itself! It's missing the exact same petal!
Edgeworth:
Then the knife in this photo is most definitely the same as this murder weapon.
Allebahstian Knife data updated in my Organizer.
Right window
Edgeworth:
You can see the Babahlese Embassy, which is undergoing major renovations. From room expansions to garden upkeep, it looks like a lot of construction is going on.
Kay:
Mr. Palaeno said that all this work is really hard on him. He said that since Mr. Coachen passed away, that maybe I could work part-time for him.
Edgeworth:
(She got really chummy with that ambassador...)
Kay:
What can I say? I just have a good nose for money!
Guard on right door
Guard:
Hello! And welcome to the Embassy of Babahl!
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but I don't really need to enter your country at this time.
Guard:
Right now, for a limited time here at the Babahlese Embassy... ...we're offering the very special "Experience the Terrifying Fire's Ashes Tour!" So, how about it? Shall I sign you up?
Edgeworth:
...We're fine, thanks. (We have an investigation to run.)
(Connecting all possible Logic and deducing yellow flower leads to:)
Edgeworth:
I believe we now understand... ...why Ambassador Alba was so nervous and agitated. It must have something to do with where Mr. Coachen was killed. A place where the Allebahstian ambassador was likely to meet the Babahlese Mr. Coachen. The place where Ambassador Alba happened to have committed the murder is...?
Present Theatrum Neutralis
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What the...!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This area is rather suspicious, don't you think?
Kay:
You really think so? Because I don't see anything odd about it at all!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (I guess it's not related after all...)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! If you keep doing that, Ambassador Alba is going to get away! Come on! Let's see if we can't get a hold of that treasure known as the truth!
Edgeworth:
Agreed. Let's see what we can find.
Leads back to:
"The place where Ambassador Alba happened to have committed the murder is...?"
Edgeworth:
The only place that makes sense is here, at the Threatrum Neutralis.
Kay:
What? Here?
Edgeworth:
The goodwill event was being held here today, correct? So the only place that the both of them would have been in is here.
Kay:
But if that's the case, then everything changes. The theater isn't actually Allebahstian land... ...so that wipes out one of those extraterritorial rights he has!
Edgeworth:
It makes logical sense, in which case, it is a reason for us to investigate further.
Kay:
So what should we check out?
Edgeworth:
Let's see... I believe we should check the immigration records for both Allebahst and Babahl posthaste! Babahl's records should be easy to obtain, however, the problem will be Allebahst. I wonder if they would allow us to see their records, despite the order to vacate...
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
I'm already one step ahead of you, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Franziska.
Franziska:
I have here, the security footage from both Allebahst and Babahl. You would do well to take a look at its contents.
Security Footage data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
You move fast.
Franziska:
A Von Karma strives to be perfect in every way! It's not in my nature to keep on retreating like this. I took the liberty of looking over the Babahl investigation reports as well. From now on, you will make no excuse to back down or say that we can't solve this case!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... I'm sorry about earlier.
Franziska:
We won't be beaten. Because my cute little subordinate is going to try his very best, isn't he?
Edgeworth:
(Hasn't she patronized me enough already for a lifetime?) So this video contains footage from Allebahst's immigration screening area?
Kay:
I really hope there's something in here that we can use!
Edgeworth:
Which minute's footage should I examine?
5:21 PM
Timestamp
Edgeworth:
5:21 PM...
Kay:
That's just after the end of the Steel Samurai stage show.
Edgeworth:
Correct.
Kay:
We were still inside the theater itself at around this time. All because Mr. Edgeworth wouldn't get out of his seat.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I wanted to show the actors my appreciation for a bit and soak in the atmosphere.
Kay:
Yeah, with your eyes closed and a complete lack of motion except for some breathing.
Officer
Franziska:
This man is the immigration officer who was on duty.
Kay:
He's making a really scary face... even though there's no one around to see it.
Franziska:
I wonder if he's just the grumpy sort? Although, that's wouldn't do much for tourism.
Kay:
Hey! He smiled a little just now!
Franziska:
I wonder if he recalled something funny?
Kay:
Well, even if he did, he still has that hard glare in his eyes.
Edgeworth:
It would appear that he was born with stern-looking eyes.
Franziska:
Rather fitting for someone in the security business, I'd say.
Posters
Kay:
Ooh, I don't remember all these posters! I wonder what they're of?
Edgeworth:
Hmm, I do remember a bunch of these hanging in that hallway.
Franziska:
I believe they were all related to tourism and sightseeing.
Edgeworth:
In Allebahst? Impossible! If it were Babahl, I could believe that, however...
Franziska:
No, no. They were posters promoting tourist traps in this country! And I believe they were mostly of Gatewater Land.
Edgeworth:
I see. So they were targeted at the embassy's staff...
Door
Edgeworth:
It's the door leading into the Theatrum Neutralis.
Kay:
I tired so hard to get through this door, you know, but I just couldn't get in. But it felt soooo great when I finally was allowed to go through there! You know what I really wanted to do, though? I wanted to try sneaking my way in!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* At least nothing seems out of the ordinary with the door.)
5:22 PM
Timestamp
Edgeworth:
5:22 PM. At around this time, the Steel Samurai stage show had come to an end... ...and Ambassador Alba was making his way back to his office.
Kay:
And then later, he shook hands with the Steel Samurai in his office... ...and then, he was going to give a speech in the rose garden. Being an ambassador sounds like a busy, busy job! It's like someone is always stealing your time away!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'd imagine it's something like that. (But despite how busy he was, he still managed to find the time to kill Mr. Coachen... ...and move his body somehow from the Theatrum Neutralis.)
Officer
Franziska:
This man is the immigration officer who was on duty.
Kay:
He's making the exact same scary face that he was making a minute ago! Wait. Is it just me, or is he blushing?
Franziska:
It appears that he gets flustered around the ambassador.
Kay:
I guess the ambassador's well-respected inside Allebahst, too.
Edgeworth:
You could say that. The guard doesn't appear to be capable of looking at the ambassador.
Posters
Franziska:
Those are posters of this country's tourist spots, though most are of Gatewater Land.
Kay:
I wonder if Allebahstians in general like theme parks at all?
Franziska:
The guard who stopped you has been to Gatewater Land a number of times, apparently.
Kay:
I guess they don't have theme parks in Allebahst, huh?
Quercus Alba
Edgeworth:
I can't believe how completely fooled I was by the way he carried himself.
Franziska:
He had me fooled, too... According to the files I had sent for earlier, Ambassador Alba... ...was a Cohdopian hero. He saved the royal family from danger countless times. So what bothers me is why would a man like that create a smuggling ring...? Even with all the authority I have, I still haven't been able to figure out why.
Edgeworth:
(It sounds like the ambassador was a hero who was corrupted by evil. But no matter what happened in the past, we can't let the man he is now escape justice!)
Door
Edgeworth:
It's the door leading into the Theatrum Neutralis.
Kay:
The more the guy tried to keep me out, the more I wanted to get in! It's human nature! But I guess I can't complain too much. I did get let inside in the end.
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* At least nothing seems out of the ordinary with the door.)
5:23 PM
Timestamp
Edgeworth:
5:23 PM... This is just after the end of the Steel Samurai stage show... ...and after I had been given that autograph.
Kay:
You totally had stars in your eyes at that time, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
I-I most certainly did not!
Franziska:
You had stars in your eyes because of an autograph you received from that man...? Miles Edgeworth... You've just lost any respect I had left for you.
Edgeworth:
(I believe it's time to change the subject.)
Officer
Edgeworth:
It appears that he is inspecting the person coming into the country.
Kay:
Are you kidding!? It's more like he's NOT checking the Steel Samurai! Hmph! And then they gave me such a hard time!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... There ARE certain risks involved when you give some people preferential treatment.
Posters
Edgeworth:
There certainly is a variety of posters on this wall.
Kay:
It's kinda hard to see what's written on them, so they just look festive, you know?
Franziska:
Those are all tourism posters for this country, although most are of Gatewater Land.
Kay:
I wonder if any Allebahstians actually go to Gatewater Land for fun? It's just really hard to imagine them hanging out there.
Edgeworth:
True, they do seem to be a nation of extremely serious people...
Cart
Leads to:
"Doesn't something about this lump's shape strike you as odd?"
Steel Samurai
Edgeworth:
On the outside, he may look like the Steel Samurai, but on the inside, it's just Larry.
Franziska:
Other than the fact that it's that good-for-nothing, nothing else seems out of order.
Edgeworth:
Wait. You know as well as I that anything can happen if he's involved.
Franziska:
You're not suggesting that someone else could be under that mask, are you?
Edgeworth:
No, I don't think that. Just before he entered here, he gave me an autograph, so I'm certain it's Larry under there.
Door
Edgeworth:
It's the door connecting that hallway and this theater. Nothing appears to be out of the ordinary.
Franziska:
Indeed.
Edgeworth:
Doesn't something about this lump's shape strike you as odd?
Kay:
Huh? Isn't it supposed to be this shape?
Edgeworth:
No, there is clearly something odd about the bulge. If only we had the pushcart itself, we could compare and confirm my hunch...
Pushcart data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Next, let us check the footage from Babahl's security camera.
Kay:
I hope it shows us something good. ...Phooey. There wasn't a single sign of a suspicious person or anything.
Edgeworth:
That, right there, is the contradiction.
Kay:
Huh? Did I miss something?
Edgeworth:
You didn't miss anything... because there was nothing to miss. However, what IS missing is the image of Mr. Coachen entering his own country.
Kay:
But wasn't his body found in Babahl?
Edgeworth:
It would appear that the true face of our final puzzle has finally revealed itself.
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
! Ambassador Alba...!
Alba:
I thought I had asked for you and your group to vacate the premises, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Actually, I thought I should let you know that this theater sits on my country's soil.
Alba:
You've had your fun, and I've enjoyed our little game. I dare say that you've even achieved a new high score. However, once you've recorded a score, that same game can never be played again. Do you understand what I'm saying to you? Your game is done, and it's game over.
Edgeworth:
No...!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Where do you think you're going at this time of night?
Alba:
After admitting to my crime, I was overcome with regret. So I am heading to the airport now to return home.
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid I can't let you do that. There are still too many issues we need to discuss with you.
Alba:
You can't stop me, Mr. Edgeworth, and you know it.
Edgeworth:
Arngh...!
Hold it!
Palaeno:
Please, may I have a little bit of your time, Ambassador Alba?
Alba:
Ambassador Palaeno...!
Palaeno:
Even just a teeny-tiny bit is fine with me. The already strained relationship between our countries is in a precarious situation, you know.
Alba:
.........Very well. If you insist. I will play just one more round with them, and see what they want. .........Not that they'll get any farther.
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Palaeno...
Palaeno:
Mr. Edgeworth... All I wish for is the normalization of relationships between our two countries. But there is one person standing in the way of that dream. I... I believe in you. You'll do what's right.
Edgeworth:
...Thank you for your vote of confidence.
Alba:
Now then, what was it you wanted to ask me about? I do have a flight to catch, after all. So I'm afraid I'm going to have to limit you to just one question.
Edgeworth:
That's more than enough, because I only have one question anyway. I want to hear your alibi, about how you couldn't have killed Mr. Manny Coachen!
Alba:
Ho! I see... You seem to have a good hand this time around. This should be fun.
Edgeworth:
(This really is the very last chance we have to bring him down. I won't allow even an atom-sized contradiction to slip by!)
-- Ambassador Alba's Alibi --
Alba:
Frankly, I still don't understand why I am being placed under suspicion here.
Under your hypothetical scenario, Mr. Coachen and I were fellow smugglers.
But to get to the point, I was in Allebahst the whole time.
So, it's simply not possible for me to have killed him in Babahl. That is my alibi.
Edgeworth:
...So that is your alibi?
Alba:
That is correct. It's simply not possible for me to have committed a crime in Babahl. Now that we cleared that up, I'd appreciate it if you would move out of my way.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I said, "Hold it!"
Alba:
What is it this time? I thought I told you I'd only allow one question.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You did, but you still have yet to really answer my one question.
Alba:
What...?
Edgeworth:
Until you tell us the truth... I will refuse to budge an inch from where I'm standing!
Alba:
Hmph... Very well. I'll play with you just a little longer.
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! As my subordinate, and representative of this country's prosecutors... ...you are forbidden to lose!
Edgeworth:
Of course. That is something I've understood from the start.
Kay:
...That guy's the one who... ordered my father killed, isn't he?
Edgeworth:
...Yes, I believe so.
Kay:
The goal of the first Yatagarasu was the capture of the smuggling ring's leader. My father and Uncle Badd... Their legacy will live on... through me! So that's why we've just got to catch him, OK!?
Edgeworth:
We will. I promise. Now, Ambassador Alba, let's have at the truth now, shall we!?
Alba:
Heh heh heh... No matter how many times you ask, my answer remains the same.
Rebuttal
-- Ambassador Alba's Alibi --
Alba:
Frankly, I still don't understand why I am being placed under suspicion here.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Being the leader of a smuggling ring while taking on the duties of ambassadorship... Don't you think that the combination is more than enough reason for suspicion? Then there is the matter of the crossbow arrows and the Primidux Statues...
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
All of that is nothing more than your flights of fancy.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by that!?
Alba:
Under your hypothetical scenario, Mr. Coachen and I were fellow smugglers.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It's not hypothesis! Earlier, we proved it to be what happened.
Alba:
Ha ha ha... Well, let's leave that to one side for now. Because it doesn't change the fact that I have no motive.
Edgeworth:
Oh? So you really had no reason to kill Mr. Coachen?
Alba:
If you want to suppose I had one, then why not. I'll indulge you. After all, this is nothing more than a silly game to me.
Edgeworth:
Even if that's how you see things, I'd appreciate it if you would take me seriously.
Alba:
Gwah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa! Ahem, I'm sorry. I suppose you are in a bit of a pickle. Very well. A game is no fun if the playing field isn't level. Therefore, I formally claim that I had no motive to kill. Now, let's see you disprove it.
Edgeworth:
(How can he stand there looking proud when he knows he killed another human being? Well, I'm not going to stand by and just watch him get away with his crimes!)
Add statement:
"In that case, what motive would I have had to kill my co-conspirator?"
Alba:
In that case, what motive would I have had to kill my co-conspirator?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you serious that just because you were partners, that you had no motive to kill?
Alba:
I'm only following your hypothetical scenario to its logical conclusion. Haaa ha ha ha ha!
Kay:
Looks like he's not going to admit it himself that he was in leagues with Mr. Coachen.
Edgeworth:
I suppose not. But I do know his relation to the smuggling ring, and to Mr. Coachen.
Kay:
You mean, he's the ringleader, and that Mr. Coachen was his subordinate, right?
Edgeworth:
Correct, but I know more than just that. Ms. von Karma, I'm sure you remember the safe in Mr. Coachen's office, correct?
Franziska:
Yes... The safe had two compartments to it, didn't it?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and why do you think those stolen goods were being stored in Mr. Coachen's office? Could it be because he was trying to cheat Ambassador Alba behind his back?
Franziska:
So Mr. Coachen didn't turn the goods over, but decided instead to keep them for himself? I suppose that's possible.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, it seems to me that both men were only concerned with their own wealth and wellbeing.
Kay:
Then that means that maybe they didn't have a trusting relationship after all.
Edgeworth:
What Ambassador Alba had to gain... I believe that is his motive for killing Mr. Coachen!
Alba:
...What are you people whispering about amongst yourselves over there?
Edgeworth:
Ah, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Now then, let's continue with your testimony!
Present DeMasque II's Note
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"If you want to know, I believe you did have a motive to kill."
Alba:
But to get to the point, I was in Allebahst the whole time.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And what exactly did you do while you were in Allebahst?
Alba:
I had a meeting with the Steel Samurai, and then I arranged a few files. Around that time, that thief who was sneaking in took me by surprise.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Are you saying that it was DeMasque II that made the first move!?
Alba:
Yes, and it was after I was attacked that I hit him on the head with the Primidux Statue. Unfortunately, he died from the blow, but it was an act of justified self-defense.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Calling it that doesn't cover up what you really did!
Alba:
Ha ha ha ha ha. Cover up? No, my boy, I'm not covering up anything; I'm telling the truth!
Franziska:
You weren't planning to admit to it, which is why you tried to frame the Steel Samurai. If you weren't an ambassador, I'd be letting my whip fly loose on you right now...!
Alba:
I am terribly sorry that I didn't clean up the body better, but I am a busy man. I had a speech to give in the rose garden after that, you know.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Yet despite that, you still had time to kill Mr. Coachen, didn't you?
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Heh heh heh... Man is evil, and I'm sure you are familiar with the facts, but... ...Mr. Coachen was killed in Babahl while I was all the way in Allebahst.
Alba:
So, it's simply not possible for me to have killed him in Babahl. That is my alibi.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You insist that it's not possible for you to have killed Mr. Coachen in Babahl... ...and you are correct.
Alba:
Oh? I thought you would put up a bit more of a flight, but if you must concede to me...
Edgeworth:
The only thing I am conceding is that it's not possible for you to kill him in Babahl. I am NOT conceding that your alibi is the truth!
Alba:
Oh... I see. However, no matter how you try, know that you can't crush my alibi.
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. You would be wise not to underestimate a prosecutor of this country.
Alba:
...Heh, we'll see about that.
Edgeworth:
So Mr. Coachen was a "friend" of Ambassador Alba...
Kay:
If that's true, then why did the ambassador kill him? It's not like in the case of my father where he ordered someone to do it...
Franziska:
The problem we have here is we don't know what their exact relationship was.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. If they had complete trust in each other, then there is no motive for murder. (However, both men were very selfish, and I believe that is from where his motive arose.)
Edgeworth:
If you want to know, I believe you did have a motive to kill. It was because Mr. Coachen had betrayed you. But you had your own reason, too. Namely, you wanted to pin the smuggling all on him. Evil begets evil, and because you were trying to test each other, it turned into this mess!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
I don't believe this. You have a bad penchant for telling tall tales, Mr. Prosecutor. And if you're not, then I suppose you have some proof to support your argument?
Edgeworth:
I never use guesswork in moving my cases forward. It has been proven that this note was written by Mr. Coachen's hand. Shall we take a look at it? The content of the note is a request calling for the theft of Allebahst's Primidux Statue.
Alba:
...Hmph.
Edgeworth:
By killing him and pushing all of the guilt for the smuggling onto him, you walk away spotless. I believe you understand what I'm driving at. You had more than a few reasons to kill him.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Are you finished with your hypothesizing?
Edgeworth:
Excuse me?
Alba:
Let's suppose I did have a motive. Even so, a motive or a thought alone can't kill. Isn't that right?
Edgeworth:
(I didn't expect him to resort to playing the semantics game with me... It appears that this is where the real battle will begin...!)
Alba:
Now then, if you will excuse me...
Edgeworth:
Wait--!? What!?
Alba:
I told you at the very beginning, didn't I? You only get one question.
Edgeworth:
Arngh.........!
Palaeno:
...Ambassador Alba, if you could please give us just a little bit more of your time. It doesn't matter what kind of man Manny was, he was my subordinate. Which is why I would like for us to figure out the real cause of his death.
Alba:
That is something for Babahl to figure out, and something to which I have no relation to.
Palaeno:
.........!
Edgeworth:
(Now he's even turning down a request from Ambassador Palaeno...!)
Palaeno:
I'm very sorry, but it seems that now even my voice falls on deaf ears.
Franziska:
There is no need for you to apologize, Ambassador Palaeno.
Edgeworth:
Gnrgh! (We must find some way to stop him from leaving!)
Alba:
It seems there are no further objections. In that case, please allow me to return home.
Hold it!
Kay:
Hold it right there, Ambassador Alba!
Edgeworth:
K-Kay...?
Kay:
Like I said, Mr. Edgeworth... The Yatagarasu's legacy will live on through me!
Edgeworth:
Yes, but how do you suggest we stop him from leaving?
Kay:
You just leave that to me! Ambassador Alba, do you recognize this?
Alba:
No, and why should I recognize that tattered old organizer?
Edgeworth:
(Wait... Where have I seen that before...?)
Kay:
That is a clue my father, Byrne Faraday, left for us.
Alba:
Did you say, "Byrne Faraday"?
Franziska:
Mr. Faraday's organizer... Don't tell me this is the one from the second KG-8 Incident?
Edgeworth:
The one in which he wrote about the Yatagarasu's Key!?
Alba:
!
Kay:
Yes. This organizer belonged to the prosecutor you had Ms. Yew kill seven years ago.
Alba:
Hmph. I have no idea what you are talking about. You say that like it was related to me.
Kay:
Inside this organizer, he wrote up every detail of every evil thing you did.
Alba:
What an amusing little girl you are, But that sort of trickery won't work on me.
Kay:
If you won't believe me, then take a look at this!
Alba:
And what is that toy there? .........! That's...!
Kay:
This thievery device was used by the Yatagarasu, or rather, by my father.
Alba:
..................
Kay:
Seven years ago, he used this when he snuck into this embassy.
Alba:
...What...?
Kay:
These two pieces of evidence that hold information the Yatagarasu dug up on you... If you go home now, I won't hesitate to send it all to Allebahst, right behind you.
Alba:
Little girl, get to the point.
Kay:
I want you to go up against Mr. Edgeworth one more time. If you win, then I'll hand over these two pieces of evidence.
Alba:
Yatagarasu...! Ever the thorn in my side.........!
Edgeworth:
Kay, does that organizer really contain any information on his dirty dealings?
Kay:
It's nothing case-breaking, really.
Edgeworth:
Ah, then it was just a bluff.
Kay:
Even if it was, we still can't let all the info my father and Uncle Badd found go to waste! Plus, just the existence of Little Thief is troublesome enough for him.
Franziska:
Those two pieces... Aren't they keepsakes of your father?
Kay:
It's OK! I believe in Mr. Edgeworth! He'll come out on top in the end!
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Kay:
When the going gets tough... someone's gotta be there to put the wind back in your sails!
Franziska:
After all this time, you're still quite the feisty one. I appluad your powerful nature. I refuse to lose this, too. Ambassador Alba! You won't be returning home until you give us further testimony!
Alba:
How dare you all... Barring a person like me...!
Edgeworth:
Ambassador Alba, your testimony, if you please.
Alba:
Gnrk............! Alright, but this is the absolute last. Then, even if you use all the power of Ambassador Palaeno's office, you won't stop me!
Edgeworth:
(I can't let this opportunity Kay has created for me go to waste!)
-- Alba's Alibi, Pt. 2 --
Alba:
The last time I met with Mr. Coachen was here at the Theatrum Neutralis.
After that, I was in Allebahst the rest of the time, as I stated earlier.
In any case, I did not see Mr. Coachen again after that.
So you see, there is no time span in which I could've killed him. Wouldn't you agree?
Alba:
Now, since you people were practically begging, I'll allow you to question me.
Kay:
...What an arrogant old man!
Edgeworth:
Yes, but no matter. We can't allow this chance to escape us!
Alba:
I will warn you though, you've reached the end of my patience. Waste my time with any insane questions, and you will be punished.
Edgeworth:
.........! So any needless pressing or presenting will cost more to our case?
Franziska:
In that case, the only thing you can do is to present the correct evidence. Understood?
Edgeworth:
.........Of course. I don't intend to let him intimidate me! (I know Mr. Coachen was killed before he returned to Babahl. In which case, there is only one statement to which I need to present the evidence!)
Rebuttal
-- Alba's Alibi, Pt. 2 --
Alba:
The last time I met with Mr. Coachen was here at the Theatrum Neutralis.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You met with the victim here?
Alba:
I was watching the Steel Samurai, as was Mr. Coachen, who was sitting nearby.
Franziska:
I've been meaning to ask, why invite the Steel Samurai as a guest for an embassy event?
Alba:
I like Steel Samurai Daddy, so I asked for him to be at the event.
Edgeworth:
.........I see. (So it was by Ambassador Alba's request...)
Alba:
Now then, will that be all?
Edgeworth:
N-No, wait...! I'm not finished yet...!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You're not very good at listening, are you? I told you I don't have the time to listen to a bunch of useless questions.
Edgeworth:
Ack...! (The time remaining for me to find the truth has just been blown away...!)
Present Commemorative Photo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'd like you to take a look at this picture."
Alba:
After that, I was in Allebahst the rest of the time, as I stated earlier.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you have anyone who can testify that you never left Allebahst after that?
Alba:
Of course I do. I was in front of a large crowd to give my speech, wasn't I?
Kay:
I guess he's not lying about being in Allebahst the whole time.
Edgeworth:
Yes, as long as he is willing to admit to DeMasque II's murder, then I suppose so.
Kay:
But he keeps saying that it was justified self-defense... Oh! I get it! OK, so what if I were to pretend being all hollow and sunken... ...and then I run into a klutzy person? Could I call that self-defense?
Edgeworth:
That's not self-defense; that's just being careless.
Kay:
Well, you never know until you try!
Edgeworth:
...I suggest that you don't. Especially since you've given me a statement of intent.
Alba:
Now then, will that be all?
Edgeworth:
N-No, wait...! I'm not finished yet...!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You're not very good at listening, are you? I told you I don't have the time to listen to a bunch of useless questions.
Edgeworth:
Ack...! (The time remaining for me to find the truth has just been blown away...!)
Alba:
In any case, I did not see Mr. Coachen again after that.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you never saw Mr. Coachen again after you left this theater?
Alba:
That's correct. I'm an incredibly busy man, you know. So it's more likely that Mr. Coachen ran into Ambassador Palaeno.
Edgeworth:
Even now, you would push his murder on to someone else...!?
Palaeno:
How dare you!? Saying that I would kill Manny!
Franziska:
Ambassador Alba! I demand that you refrain from making baseless conjectures!
Alba:
I was merely offering a possibility. No, this won't do... I can already see this is turning into an international incident.
Edgeworth:
(Who exactly is pressing who here...? In any case, what I need to do I stay positive and forge on!)
Alba:
Now then, will that be all?
Edgeworth:
N-No, wait...! I'm not finished yet...!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You're not very good at listening, are you? I told you I don't have the time to listen to a bunch of useless questions.
Edgeworth:
Ack...! (The time remaining for me to find the truth has just been blown away...!)
Alba:
So you see, there is no time span in which I could've killed him. Wouldn't you agree?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Your alibi is that there was no time span in which you could've killed Mr. Coachen?
Alba:
Yes, because I was in the theater watching the stage show.
Kay:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth? Do you remember seeing him sitting in the audience?
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but I don't remember anything outside of what was going on on-stage.
Franziska:
You shouldn't have been so focused on the show, and paid attention to your surroundings!
Palaeno:
Mr. Edgeworth... It is a fact that Ambassador Alba came to the theater. But I guess you didn't know that because you didn't see him at the Steel Samurai show.
Edgeworth:
Well, I do recall that he and you had a photo shoot with the Steel Samurai...
Alba:
*sigh* It looks like you are finally beginning to understand. Now then, will that be all?
Edgeworth:
N-No, wait...! I'm not finished yet...!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You're not very good at listening, are you? I told you I don't have the time to listen to a bunch of useless questions.
Edgeworth:
Ack...! (The time remaining for me to find the truth has just been blown away...!)
Present Commemorative Photo
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'd like you to take a look at this picture."
Edgeworth:
Amazing. Diplomats really do know how to craft answers that don't answer anything.
Kay:
So if the only place he met the victim was at this theater... ...then when was he killed?
Edgeworth:
We know that Mr. Coachen didn't return to Babahl alive. Which means that the only time he could've been killed is when they were both there.
Kay:
And that means that he was planning to kill Mr. Coachen from the start.
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to take a look at this picture.
Alba:
It's a rather nice picture, isn't it? It was to commemorate the restoration of relations between our nations.
Edgeworth:
Oh, it's commemorative, alright. One that captures the proof I need to show that it was you who committed the murder.
Alba:
Come again?
Edgeworth:
This is the knife that killed Mr. Coachen.
Alba:
!
Edgeworth:
I see you recognize it, as well you should, for it was you who brought it to this theater. You hid it in among the flowers you were to give to the Steel Samurai! Meaning that you killed Manny Coachen here, at the theater!
Alba:
Grr...rrr...rrrrrnnngh... Gwah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! .........It's time for me to catch my flight.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
We're not through yet!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
It's game over for you, Mr. Edgeworth. But I thank you for the entertainment.
Edgeworth:
Nnrgh...!
Alba:
No matter how passionately you orate, the end result will still be the same. I won't be returning to this country ever again.
Edgeworth:
(That's right... This man is an ambassador... and he has extraterritorial rights! No matter how hard we chase after him, we won't be able to have him tried in court!)
Alba:
Yes, that's exactly the face you should be making. The face of a worthless cur.
Edgeworth:
Nnn... Nnngghhoooooooh!
Alba:
Now then, ladies and gentleman, I must bid you farewell.
Edgeworth:
Nnrgh.........!
Edgeworth:
(I... The courts... Is there no one who can lay a finger on this man!? Is this really the end...?)
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang!
Lang:
Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Prosecutor!
Alba:
Get out of my way. My plane is scheduled to take off soon.
Lang:
Sorry, but you're not going anywhere... Mr. Alba.
Alba:
I'm through playing games with you people. You can't touch me. If you do, it would spark an international incident, Agent Lang.
Lang:
.........Sorry, but no, it wouldn't.
Alba:
What?
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Good job holding the fort down here until I got back.
Edgeworth:
Hm...?
Lang:
So, Mr. Alba. Your diplomatic immunity... has just been revoked.
Alba:
What do you mean "revoked"? Spare me this nonsense and let me through.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Before aiming for the throat, chew the neck shield off first." Interpol headquarters and the imperial household of the Kingdom of Allebahst... ...took a while to get things rolling, but they finally move on it.
Alba:
The imperial household...? You...! What have you done!?
Lang:
You have been relieved of your duties as ambassador, Mr. Alba.
Alba:
Wh...
Edgeworth:
Wh...
Franziska:
Wh...
Alba:
Whhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Lang:
Effective today, effective right now! And you have Mr. Prosecutor's video tape to thank for this!
Kay:
The video the Yatagarasu protected...!?
Lang:
You can't be arrested simply because you're an ambassador? In that case, I thought I'd strip you of that title. You underestimated me, a descendant of the founder of detainment philosophy, Lang Zi. Four thousand years of deeply entrenched connections and networks around the world... ...have really paid off.
Alba:
It can't be... I don't believe this... My ambassadorship... has been revoked.........!?
Lang:
Haa ha ha ha! Looks like you're finally coming to grips with your new standing.
Kay:
Whoo-hoo! Looks like he's turned docile again!
Edgeworth:
He's probably in shock from the loss of his "shield".
Franziska:
Hmph... What a shame. I had so wanted to use my whip on him!
Alba:
Why is this happening to me? I'm just a hard-working, honest ambassador...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Do you really think you can still pull that on us now? We've already ripped away the mask and seen you for who you really are, Mr. Alba!
Alba:
...Gnnn... Gwooo.........ooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
No... I won't be stopped now!
Edgeworth:
! (He still intends to fight us!?)
Alba:
So what if I am no longer an ambassador? You still don't have any evidence on me! The fact remains that you cannot arrest me!
Lang:
Heh, I'd expected no less from you, the boss of the smuggling ring. Well, the rest is up to you, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Understood!
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh... You say that I killed Mr. Coachen in the theater. But even if it's true that there was a knife in my bouquet... ...I left that bouquet in the theater. So anyone could've taken it out from there and used it, right? Besides, the claim that he was killed here itself is odd. After all, wasn't his body discovered in Babahl? Are you claiming that I carried his body all the way over there? Hmph, preposterous!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'll be the one to prove whether it's preposterous or not.
Alba:
Gnrk...!
Edgeworth:
Ex-Ambassador Alba, are you ready? Because this is no game. This is war!
-- Alba's Alibi, Pt. 3 --
Alba:
I killed Mr. Coachen in this theater using a knife that was stuck in my bouquet?
I left that bouquet in the theater! Anyone could've taken the knife from there!
Besides, Mr. Coachen's body was discovered in Babahl, right?
There is no way for me to have transported his body from the theater to Babahl!
Alba:
Look, don't you think you've had enough fun with me? You've already stolen my ambassadorship from me. Would you have me surrender, too?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You have no plans to ever return to this country, isn't that right?
Alba:
.........!
Lang:
Did you know that a bunch of your subordinates are seeking asylum because of you!?
Alba:
...Ha ha ha. As if I care,
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor! Boot this guy out of the embassy, and we can finally end everything.
Edgeworth:
I know, and I will give it my all to see that he leaves in handcuffs. Without the title of "ambassador", he is just another witness!
Franziska:
Yes... Just another witness.
Kay:
Alright! What are we waiting for! Let's get this guy!
Lang:
And get him good!
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if they understand that all I can do is present evidence to the testimony...?)
Rebuttal
-- Alba's Alibi, Pt. 3 --
Alba:
I killed Mr. Coachen in this theater using a knife that was stuck in my bouquet?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That's right. As I explained earlier... ...the commemorative photo shows that you had the knife on your personage.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You have no proof that the bouquet was prepared by me, isn't that right?
Edgeworth:
Excuse me?
Alba:
The fact that there was a knife in the bouquet... was something I wasn't aware of.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
What a pathetic excuse! The weapon that was used is one of your national treasures! It isn't exactly something anyone other than you could touch, let alone take!
Alba:
I allowed some of my trusted subordinates to handle them. It could've been my secretary.
Lang:
You... You're an even bigger slime ball than I'd thought...!
Edgeworth:
You would push the guilt of Mr. Coachen's murder onto one of your subordinates!?
Alba:
Hmph. In any case, the fact that the knife was in the bouquet means nothing!
Alba:
I left that bouquet in the theater! Anyone could've taken the knife from there!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You still wish to deny your actions!?
Alba:
And you still wish to deny reality and accuse me of murder?
Edgeworth:
What!? I am not in denial!
Kay:
Arngh! Even though he's not an ambassador anymore, he's still got a real bad attitude!
Franziska:
I believe it's BECAUSE he's no longer ambassador that he can let himself speak freely.
Kay:
Well, if he's not holding anything back, then neither should I!
Edgeworth:
Wait! For the sake of the case, please refrain from what I think you're about to do!
Alba:
Ah, quite the pair of frightening women you are, but I digress.
Alba:
Besides, Mr. Coachen's body was discovered in Babahl, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Even if he was found in Babahl, he was killed somewhere else!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Stop bluffing, because you can't prove what you're claiming. If this were a court-martial in my country, you'd have already been removed from the room.
Lang:
Are you taunting us on purpose, because I'd be happy to show you my claws!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hold on, Agent Lang! Allow me to fight him my way... with evidence!
Lang:
Ha ha ha! I was just joking. I'm not so easily ruffled by the likes of him!
Alba:
Too bad. Though I'm no longer an ambassador, it still could've been an international incident.
Edgeworth:
If you have the will to threaten us with that mouth of yours... ...then perhaps you can use it to return to the testimony.
Alba:
Very well... But to be fair, you should watch what you say as well.
Alba:
There is no way for me to have transported his body from the theater to Babahl!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Is that really so? You could've easily blackmailed your subordinates to be quiet and then moved the body.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
That's quite an insult to me and my subordinates, and I'm afraid we can't have yet! It's very difficult to enter my embassy, as the guards always conduct a thorough check. If someone so much as makes an unnatural movement, it would arouse their suspicions.
Franziska:
Come to think of it, there wasn't anything unnatural about him in the footage.
Edgeworth:
Nngh......... (Wait... Let me think about that for a second. Mr. Alba said that the guard would become suspicious if someone acted unnaturally. But then, by the same token... ...the guard would not become suspicious if someone were to act naturally!)
Present Security Footage or Pushcart
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Actually, I do believe there was a way to transport the body out of the theater."
Edgeworth:
If we re-trace Mr. Alba's movements, we should find some hint to solving this case.
Kay:
Well, right after the Steel Samurai stage show, he went back to Allebahst, right?
Lang:
From there, he started preparing for his speech in the Allebahstian Embassy.
Franziska:
It DOES sound like it wasn't possible for him to have gone to the Babahlese Embassy.
Edgeworth:
(He couldn't have gone to Babahl, but the body didn't remain at the theater either. Is it possible that the body was temporarily taken to a different location first?)
Edgeworth:
Actually, I do believe there was a way to transport the body out of the theater. Perhaps you should give this a look!
Alba:
What is that supposed to be?
Edgeworth:
It's footage from a security camera that captured the state of the immigration area.
Alba:
Should I congratulate you on getting your hands on it?
Franziska:
Just letting you know that we're not the only ones watching your every movement.
Alba:
Hmph. Thank you for the warning.
Edgeworth:
Now, if you could take a good look at this section here. This lump here inside the pushcart... Do you know what's causing it?
Alba:
Should I? Because I don't.
Edgeworth:
Hmph, in that case, allow me to enlighten you. This is the cause of the unnatural lump under the cloth in the pushcart!
Present Notes on Coachen's Body
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What is the meaning of showing me that...!?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence reveals to us what it was that was inside that pushcart!
Alba:
Hmph! And how exactly does it do that? Because I don't think it's meaningful to your argument at all!
Edgeworth:
Ack! (Arngh... I guess I was wrong...! Hmph... I'm getting ahead of myself. I can't allow him to rattle me. I must think calmly about this. It should be almost painfully obvious as to what was inside that pushcart...!)
Leads back to:
"This is the cause of the unnatural lump under the cloth in the pushcart!"
Alba:
Wh-What is the meaning of showing me that...!?
Edgeworth:
It's to say that the unnatural bulge in the pushcart is Mr. Coachen's body. You had the Steel Samurai wheel his body away from the real crime scene!
Alba:
Gahahahahahaha! What a guess! But I wonder if you have any evidence to support it?
Edgeworth:
I admit that for now, it is but a hypothesis, however...!
Alba:
Ha ha ha... If you can't prove it, then I'm afraid I must be on my way. I don't have any more time to play with you people.
Hold it!
Gumshoe:
Sorry I took so long, Mr. Edgeworth, siiiiiiiir!
Kay:
Gummy?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. Is that the Steel Samurai's pushcart?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I found it in the open-air stage area!
Edgeworth:
So that's where you went...
Gumshoe:
The detective's spirit that pops left me with...! I thought I'd follow my gut and go with it, sir! So, Mr. Edgeworth!? Is this worth anything to the case?
Edgeworth:
Yes... It just might play a major role in solving this case, Detective! (But something isn't right. I thought that the entire Samurai Family... ...was in Allebahst.) Where exactly in the open-air stage area did you find this pushcart?
Gumshoe:
I found it just there at the edge of the stage, sir.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Well, let's leave that for now and examine the inside, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Examine pushcart
Edgeworth:
Steel Samurai Daddy used this pushcart to wheel the Iron Infant around.
Kay:
The Iron Infant is the Steel Samurai's and the Pink Princess's kid, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. He made an appearance at the end of the stage show. Heh... It was a rather fitting ending to the whole thing. (That the Steel Samurai was unwittingly forced to move the body is just unforgivable!)
Examine bloodstain
Edgeworth:
Hm...!?
Gumshoe:
It's... blood!
Edgeworth:
This must be Mr. Coachen's blood. Which only goes to prove that Mr. Coachen's body was indeed transported by this pushcart.
Leads to:
".................."
Alba:
..................
Edgeworth:
I believe you understand what this means, correct? You killed Mr. Coachen at this theater, and then placed his body inside the pushcart. And then... ...you forced to Steel Samurai to unwittingly move the body for you!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
I forced him to move the body into Allebahst...!? What nonsense! Why would I bother to do such a thing?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You were scheduled to make a speech in Allebahst... ...meaning it was difficult for you to make a stop in Babahl. However, what if you moved the body to Allebahst? Because it was your embassy, you could keep an eye on it, and tamper with the evidence. And then you smuggled it out of Allebahst!
Alba:
N-Noooooooo!
Edgeworth:
If I can show how you moved the body from Allebahst and Babahl... ...then I win.
Alba:
But you can't! The security between the two countries is incredibly tight!
Edgeworth:
I'll be the one to judge whether I can or cannot prove it. And so I ask you to provide us with... ...testimony regarding your movements after your return to Allebahst!
Alba:
Grrrngh...!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... Have you figured it out? Do you know how the body was moved...!?
Edgeworth:
To be honest, I have nothing to support my hypothesis at this time. However, I don't believe I've made a mistake in my logic up to this point. Which means.........!
Franziska:
There is no question that can't be answered, right?
Edgeworth:
(The Primidux Statue was smuggled successfully through a brief flight through the air. So why shouldn't there be an answer as to how the body was moved? Which means that there must be a logic flaw somewhere I can exploit!)
-- Movements in Allebahst --
Alba:
After I returned to Allebahst, I had my picture taken with the Steel Samurai, shaking hands.
Then, just as I was about to start my speech, the Yatagarasu appeared.
I feared for the national treasures, so I raced back to my office.
Edgeworth:
Is that all...?
Alba:
.........Yes, that's all.
Franziska:
It looks like you left out a few things... such as the murder of DeMasque II! Furthermore, you left out the part about meeting with me in your office!
Alba:
Ah, those trifling matters... I don't believe I need to speak of those things again. I do so hate to waste time.
Franziska:
What...!?
Edgeworth:
You...! Is not every life precious!?
Alba:
Heh heh heh... Do you really need me to answer that for you?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
People like you cannot be allowed to wander freely through society.
Alba:
Hmph... Then you'd better try hard, because I doubt you'll find a single contradiction.
Kay:
He's really full of himself, isn't he!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, he is......... (How can he be so confident at a time like this...?)
Alba:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Come, don't be shy. Go ahead and ask whatever you'd like.
Rebuttal
-- Movements in Allebahst --
Alba:
After I returned to Allebahst, I had my picture taken with the Steel Samurai, shaking hands.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So why was it only with the Steel Samurai? I thought the Pink Princess was also around?
Alba:
The Pink Princess was suffering from a bad hip at the time... ...and the doctors recommended that she rest.
Kay:
Wow! So you DO have a soft side after all!
Alba:
The pain of a bad hip... I suppose none of you can really understand how it feels.
Kay:
Oh, so you tend to strain your back as well, huh?
Lang:
But isn't that just because you're normally all hunched over?
Edgeworth:
(...He did need to keep up the act no matter what, I suppose.)
Alba:
Hmph... The point of this is not to discuss my back problems! ...For about 15 minutes after our handshake, I was in my office preparing for the speech.
Alba:
Then, just as I was about to start my speech, the Yatagarasu appeared.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The Yatagarasu was just a trick that you had set up!
Alba:
Ha ha ha. A most amusing joke. And how do you propose that I "set it up"?
Edgeworth:
If you really want to know, I can explain it in detail for you. You arranged the spotlights in the rose garden so that when you were to take the stage... ...the audience would see the Yatagarasu's "shadow".
Alba:
Oh? That is an interesting tale... Sadly, it has nothing to do with me.
Lang:
You...! What's it going to take for you to fess up to anything!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh...! Very well, then. Let's move on to a different question. After the Yatagarasu appeared, what was the state of the rose garden?
Alba:
Everyone took refuge inside the embassy. I even helped with the effort. And then, once everyone was inside, well...
Alba:
I feared for the national treasures, so I raced back to my office.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And what happened after you returned to your office?
Alba:
I don't want to keep on repeating this, however... ...upon my return, I had that stroke of bad luck and bumped into "Mask Man".
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
...And I don't want to keep on repeating this, either... ...but his name was "DeMasque II"!
Alba:
Hmph. Who cares what he was called!? By the time he got to the Primidux Statue that he was supposed to steal... ...it had already been swapped for the fake. Talk about an unlucky man... being bludgeoned to death with a fake statue! Heh heh heh...
Franziska:
...............
Kay:
Ms. von Karma is really letting her whip fly now!
Gumshoe:
Eeeeeek! I think the scary part is her silence while she's doing it.
Edgeworth:
She must be at the limit of her patience as well... (But physical attacks are meaningless here... Only evidence will suffice.)
Edgeworth:
Arngh! I can't find a single contradiction!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... He's totally dead on the inside! Just like a hollow tree!
Gumshoe:
You're the only one that can cut him down to size, Mr. Edgeworth, sir!
Edgeworth:
At this point in time, we lack the information require to fight back properly...!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor! You just say the word, and I'll get him talking for you.
Franziska:
Don't forget that we have plenty of ways to get him to talk.
Gumshoe:
We've got some real scary people on our side, huh, Kay?
Kay:
Well, I'm all ready to help out, Gummy! How about you!?
Gumshoe:
I can't believe even you're getting into this... In that case, I'm ready, too, sir!
Edgeworth:
Ack! Everyone please calm down! I-I'll think of something.
(Pressing all statements leads to:)
Edgeworth:
............Gnrk! (I... I can't find a single flaw in his argument! At this rate, I won't be able to prove that he is actually guilty of anything!)
Alba:
Are we finished here?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Can you not come up with how the body was moved to Babahl!?
Gumshoe:
Sir...!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Lang:
Grr... Even after proving so much... is he going to get away with it...!?
Edgeworth:
N...Nngh...! (Is this the end...?)
Hold it!
???:
It appears that we made it just in time...!
S.Samurai:
It would be a great honor if you allow us tyo be your allies in battle!
P.Princess:
Evil Magistrate! It is time for you to pay!
Kay:
It's... the Steel Samurai?
Larry:
No, you are mistaken! For I am... ...Steel Samurai Daddy! Married Man of Neo Olde Tokyo! And this is... ...Pink Princess Mommy!
Oldbag:
Edgey-poooooooo!
Edgeworth:
Nrghhhooooooooooh! (The two people I wanted to see the least.........!) Laaaaaaaarryyyy...! What are you two doing here!?
Larry:
Way to show your gratitude, Edgey! We just wanted to help, yeesh! I'm gonna get the bad guy with a single thrust of my Samurai Spear...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Go away!
Oldbag:
How can you be so mean to us, Edgey-poo!? All three of us came to lend a hand, and this is how you treat us!?
Franziska:
Well, isn't this grand? And I see they managed to find the Iron Infant.
Edgeworth:
D-Does that really matter right now!?
Kay:
Hey...! Is it just me, or is the Iron Infant completely soaked?
Larry:
Hm? Oh, yeah. I found him in Babahl, but he was in the middle of the pool.
Edgeworth:
...Wait a second! Larry, go back to what you just said.
Larry:
Huh? Oh, umm... It appears that we made it...
Edgeworth:
Not that far back! Something about finding the Iron Infant in Babahl...? (And he found it in a pool? I don't recall there being one in Babahl...)
Larry:
Oh! THAT! Well, I was in Allebahst the whole time... ...so I have no idea how the Iron Infant wound up in Babahl! I thought I had lost him in the rose garden... ...but I guess maybe this cute kid can swim, huh?
Edgeworth:
Wait, what? Larry! You lost the Iron Infant in the rose garden? Are you sure about that?
Larry:
Yeah, I'm sure! But I found him in...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That's enough, Larry! (The Iron Infant that Larry lost managed to move between the two countries. Furthermore, the Iron Infant was found soaked in the middle of a pool? This is what I've been looking for; it's another smuggling route between the countries!) The key to the route the Iron Infant took to travel from Allebahst to Babahl is...
the Yatagarasu.
Edgeworth:
(Is it not the Yatagarasu? No, wait... As Ms. Yew was the Yatagarasu... ...it's very unlikely that the Yatagarasu is the key. In that case, how exactly was the Iron Infant smuggled across country lines...? This one thing is the only thing I can think of that can resolve the puzzle!)
Leads back to:
"The key to the route the Iron Infant took to travel from Allebahst to Babahl is..."
bilateral symmetry.
Leads to:
"(Ah, that's right. This embassy was built with bilateral symmetry in mind!)"
counterfeiting.
Edgeworth:
(In order to move the counterfeit bills that were printed in Babahl... ...someone must have made a secret route along which to transport it all. But wait... If there was such a route... ...Agent Lang and his men would've found it already during their investigation. In that case, there must be another secret smuggling route... ...and I must show the key to that other smuggling route!)
Leads back to:
"The key to the route the Iron Infant took to travel from Allebahst to Babahl is..."
Edgeworth:
(Ah, that's right. This embassy was built with bilateral symmetry in mind!) Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Y...Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
There is a location I wish for you to examine posthaste! It is where I believe the route used to smuggle Mr. Coachen's body lies!
Gumshoe:
D-Does something like that really exist, sir!?
Edgeworth:
An embassy built on bilateral symmetry... meaning that this is where we need to examine!
Present area surrounded by wall and Babahlese Embassy
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Yes, sir! I'll be back before you know it!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe... I would like for you to examine this location.
Gumshoe:
You got it, sir!
Gumshoe:
...I'm back, sir!
Edgeworth:
Good, now report.
Gumshoe:
Sorry, but... there wasn't anything there, sir...
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!? (I was wrong...!?)
Alba:
Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph... What's wrong? You couldn't find anything there, could you? Not one of your precious "holes", huh?
Edgeworth:
(Arngh...! I need to think about this calmly and rationally. The Iron Infant that Larry lost managed to move between the two countries. Furthermore, the Iron Infant was found soaked in the middle of a pool. So the location that Detective Gumshoe should be investigating... ...is here!)
Leads back to:
"An embassy built on bilateral symmetry... meaning that this is where we need to examine!"
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I'll be back before you know it!
Alba:
It's too late. It doesn't matter what you do, it's all a waste of time.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
You will stay here with us and wait.
Alba:
.........!
Edgeworth:
This is Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! It's here, sir! This is a reservoir here, just like the rose garden!
Edgeworth:
Just as I suspected...!
Kay:
What is it?
Edgeworth:
The two sides of this embassy are mirror images of each other. Which means that there is also a pool at the corresponding location on the Babahlese side. Mr. Coachen's body was moved into Babahl through the pool in Allebahst!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Avoiding the topic with a vague answer like that is unbecoming of a prosecutor. If you don't mind, I'd like to see more physical proof, if you have any.
Edgeworth:
The Iron Infant is positively soaked in water. Why do you think that is? It's because he was fished of a pool, and not just any pool; it was the Babahlese one. I think it's pretty obvious at this point what must be true. The water reservoirs in the two courtyards are connected!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
And where is your proof that the two sides are connected!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The proof is right there before your eyes; the half-drowned Iron Infant!
Alba:
Wh...!? Th......This blasted dooooooooooll!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I'm back! H-Hey... Don't tell me... you guys figured everything out without me?
Edgeworth:
We did, thanks to this hero of justice's son. Even if he is just a doll, he managed to help foil the villain.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Look, I don't want to say this, but... ...it's kinda unlikely that the body just happened to have passed on through to Babahl. This guy's a doll, and he's small, so I can believe it made it, but...
Edgeworth:
.........! (He has a point.)
Alba:
Heh... Heh heh heh. Yes, that's right. I'm glad someone here understands. Mr. Edgeworth, are you going to next propose that a dead body can swim through a pipe?
Lang:
You see, Mr. Prosecutor? Our chase after this man... ...is far from over!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang...!
Kay:
Why is he helping Mr. Alba out now?
Edgeworth:
He's not. He realized a flaw in my argument, and is helping to move the logic along. (In which case......... I should return the favor and find an answer!)
Lang:
And another thing! Mr. Coachen's body was found in his office in Babahl. So what happened to his body after it was transported to the open-air stage?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Mr. Alba had an accomplice in Babahl, remember?
Lang:
You mean... Shih-na, right?
Edgeworth:
With her there, you can see how it was possible to move the body up to the office.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Are you seriously claiming that she swam through the connecting pipe with the body?
Kay:
He's right. Ms. Shih-na would drown if she did that!
Edgeworth:
(It's hard to imagine that she swam through the connecting pipe...)
Alba:
It looks like your hypothesis about how the body was moved is still only half-baked. In the end, it's all just the befuddled musings of an accusatory man. Now then, I believe you should give up and allow me passage. Because, from the start, there was no feasible method of transporting the body!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Lang:
.........Mr. Prosecutor. Recall Shih-na's movements.
Edgeworth:
Nngh.........! (What was happening in the embassy around the time Ms. Shih-na was in Babahl...?)
Kay:
Ooh... if only there was a way to get rid of the water in the pool...
Edgeworth:
(Get rid of the water...? Aha! That's it!)
Alba:
Now, I believe this time we really are done, right?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Unfortunately for you, it's far from over, Mr. Alba!
Alba:
You are a most persistent man. Are you saying that you've thought of a way to move the body through the water?
Edgeworth:
Move the body through the water? That is completely unrelated to how it was done.
Alba:
Excuse me?
Edgeworth:
The reason I say that is because... there wasn't any water there at the time!
Lang:
What do you mean, "there wasn't any water"...?
Edgeworth:
Just what it sounds like. Tonight's events made it possible to drain the water, allowing the body to be moved!
Present Fires in Babahl
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Tonight, the Yatagarasu set fire to a variety of locations in the Babahlese Embassy."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Alba:
............ What is the meaning of this?
Kay:
What is that supposed to prove?
Edgeworth:
Yes! What is this supposed to be, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Me!? I, uh, have no idea, sir!
Alba:
Mr. Edgeworth, that question was directed at you.
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! It would appear that I presented the wrong piece of evidence.)
Alba:
It would seem that you didn't hear me just now, so let's try it again, shall we?
Edgeworth:
Alright, and I'll prove it to you with the evidence!
Leads back to:
"Tonight's events made it possible to drain the water, allowing the body to be moved!"
Edgeworth:
Tonight, the Yatagarasu set fire to a variety of locations in the Babahlese Embassy. In order to put the fires out, much of the reservoir's water was used. Of course, when the water was used, the reservoir's water level went down... If enough water was drained, the connecting pipe could be used to traverse the border!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Hmph... So what!? The water level went down? The reservoirs were connected? Does any of this matter? You can't prove any of this!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Pretending to be ignorant won't work with me. We both know what kind of situation we're in right now. Even in a game, there comes a critical, game-changing moment. A moment in which you hit a wall that you must overcome in order to beat the game.
Alba:
I haven't lost yet.
Edgeworth:
I've found the route you used to smuggle the body, and that route will lead to your defeat!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Even if all the water was used by the fire fighting effort... ...you still can't really call that a smuggling route.
Edgeworth:
.........Hmph. I know that.
Lang:
Ha ha ha! I should've figured that you would notice. Hey, Mr. Alba, how deep are those pools, anyway?
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh. I'll have you know those pools are extremely deep. And there are no ladders or footholds along the walls, either.
Lang:
It would be difficult for Shih-na to hold the body and climb up out of the pool...
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Ladders or footholds along the walls? There was no need for such things.
Alba:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
If one were to use a certain something, they could go up or down in the pool at will.
Lang:
Oh? It looks like you've got an answer already. Well? What are you waiting for, Mr. Prosecutor? Enlighten us already!
Edgeworth:
(The way in which Ms. Shih-na and the body were able to rise up to ground level... If there was a way to control the water level, that could be the way the body was moved!) This was used so that the body and Ms. Shih-na could move up and down in the pool!
Present Fountain Spouts
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Alba used the fountain spouts, in a manner of speaking."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This, Mr. Alba, is what you used!
Alba:
...I don't recall ever using that.
Lang:
...I don't think that's really applicable, do you, Mr. Prosecutor?
Franziska:
...I don't understand how you think at all, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (It would appear that I was wrong...) I beg your pardon... Please allow me to present you with another piece of evidence.
Leads back to:
"This was used so that the body and Ms. Shih-na could move up and down in the pool!"
Edgeworth:
Mr. Alba used the fountain spouts, in a manner of speaking.
Lang:
He used the fountain spouts...? How so?
Edgeworth:
The water level in the pools can be controlled by opening and closing the spouts. Ms. Shih-na and the body were lifted upward by their buoyancy in water. The fire on the Babahlese side, and the fire fighting effort... These were set in motion all for the sake of smuggling Mr. Coachen's body!
Alba:
.........Gnnnnnnrk!
Edgeworth:
Shall I show you where the final destination of my train of logic leads!? First, Mr. Alba closed the fountain spouts in advance, in preparation of things to come. Then, he took the pushcart that was brought to the rose garden... and pushed it, along with the Iron Infant and Mr. Coachen's body, into the pool. At this time, Ms. Shih-na was busy conveniently starting the first fire in Babahl. She then made for the open-air stage's pool to wait for the fire fighting effort to begin. When the firefighters used the water in that pool, the water level went down... ...and by the time the fire was put out, the pipe between the two pools was exposed! This is when she pushed the pushcart from Allebahst into Babahl. Once that was accomplished, Mr. Alba simply opened the fountain spouts once more... ...and the water level rose up to its original level, along with Ms. Shih-na and the body. After that, Ms. Shih-na used the pushcart to carry the body up to the secretariat's office. There is an elevator in the embassy, after all. So you see... ...even with her small frame, she could've easily transported Mr. Coachen's body. And that wraps up my thorough explanation of how the body was moved!
Alba:
Gnnn... Gnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Well, Ex-Ambassador Alba? What do you think? Not so untouchable without your precious extraterritorial rights to protect you, are you?
Kay:
I knew you could do it, Mr. Edgeworth! Way to fight back!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You accuse me of moving the body across country lines...! But when you get down to the nitty-gritty, you don't have what it takes to indict me!
Kay:
The "nitty-gritty"...? What does the old man want now?
Edgeworth:
Proof... I believe is what he seeks.
Alba:
Yes. Proof. Without any, who is to say whether or not any of what you said really happened?
Kay:
He wants proof? What are we going to do, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
There is no need to worry. I've had all the proof we need all along. (The body wasn't the only thing to do through the pools' connecting pipe tonight. Just as Detective Gumshoe found the pushcart in the open-air stage area... ...so, too, did I find one other item there. And that piece of evidence is what will prove that the pools were the smuggling route!) This was another thing that was smuggled over to Babahl's open-air stage area!
Present Pick
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...And what exactly is this?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the defining piece of evidence that will prove my hypothesis!
Alba:
Hmph! I don't think it proves a single thing!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!?
Alba:
I think it's about time we put an end to this ridiculous farce of a "trial". If I'm not mistaken, all you're doing is trying to trick me with psychological gimmicks.
Edgeworth:
Arrrrngh! (If I continue on like this, Mr. Alba will find a way to worm his way out of this! The body wasn't the only thing to do through the pools' connecting pipe tonight. There was something else that was brought from the rose garden... ...through the open-air stage, and into the secretariat's office along with the body. Just as Detective Gumshoe found the pushcart in the open-air stage area... ...there must be a reason as to why that other item was there as well!)
Leads back to:
"This was another thing that was smuggled over to Babahl's open-air stage area!"
Alba:
...And what exactly is this?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You have no idea, do you? This little piece that I found on the Babahlese side will be your undoing.
Alba:
A guitar pick? Would you care to explain how that is going to "do me in", as it were?
Edgeworth:
Much to your chagrin, perhaps, but this is not a guitar pick.
Alba:
Wh...What...?
Edgeworth:
This is something I found at the open-air stage which was transported with the body. I naturally assumed that you would recognize it... since you took a photo with it, after all. But since you don't, allow me fill you in on what I found at the stage actually belongs to!
Present Allebahstian Knife
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Let us take a good look at the murder weapon that was used to kill Manny Coachen."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is what the fragment belongs to!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Don't you dare chicken out on me after we've come all this way!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! I demand that you show the correct piece of evidence now!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, sir! Do the ol' presenting thing proud and do it right!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes, yes, I understand. (It would appear that this evidence isn't enough to convince any of them...)
Alba:
Hmph! What's wrong? You seem to have alienated all of your friends.
Edgeworth:
Not quite. They're merely watching out for me. And pointing out to me which piece of evidence I should be presenting! I naturally assumed that you would recognize it... since you took a photo with it, after all.
Leads back to:
"But since you don't, allow me fill you in on what I found at the stage actually belongs to!"
Edgeworth:
Let us take a good look at the murder weapon that was used to kill Manny Coachen. On the handle of this knife, there is a beautifully blooming flower. However, it would appear that it's missing a single petal.
Alba:
Gnn...nnrrgh...
Edgeworth:
Now, let's see what happens when we try to fit this "pick" in that open slot.
Kay:
It's a perfect fit!
Edgeworth:
I assume that the petal must have fallen off of the flower during Mr. Coachen's murder. And then, it was accidentally placed into the pushcart along with Mr. Coachen's body.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Gnrrr... That's an interesting story, nothing more.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Oh, I assure you it's more than just a story. Because for some odd reason, this flower petal was wet when I found it.
Alba:
It was wet... you say...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and the only place it could've gotten wet from is the open-air stage's pool! Now I ask you, how did a part of the weapon which was smuggled into the theater... ...wind up in the open-air stage area on the Babahlese side of the embassy? I don't think I need to waste any words explaining this, as this petal explains it all for me. It proves that someone went from the rose garden's pool on through into Babahl!
Alba:
Impossible!!!
Lang:
The people of Zheng Fa have been waiting to see you, face to face, Mr. Alba. I'll tell everyone back home we'll be there soon. You should be happy.
Alba:
I... This... Why!?
Edgeworth:
Why? It's a little late to be asking that question. You should've known from the very beginning... ...when you took your first life! No matter how you may plot, or how you may try to cover it all up... ...you can never hide from your crime and what you've done. Because we're here to see to it that justice is served to people like you.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You... can't call what you've given a "perfect argument"!
Edgeworth:
..................
Kay:
You know... ...I don't think this guy is going to ever admit to his wrongdoings, Mr. Edgeworth. Because he values himself above all else. People who can't be negotiated with or people who refuse to admit when they've lost... I don't believe those kinds of people really exist because everyone breaks eventually...
Edgeworth:
You're right. In that case, I have no choice but to use all of the evidence I have. I'll use it all until he breaks under the weight of his crimes! Mr. Alba, I request that you testify once more.
Edgeworth:
(This really will be... the end of the line...!)
To be continued.
March 15, 3:33 AMTheatrum NeutralisLobby
Edgeworth:
Mr. Alba, I request that you testify once more.
Alba:
As if there is anything else for me to testify about.
Edgeworth:
(I still have yet to fully prove that it was Mr. Alba who murdered Mr. Coachen...) Well... I would like to hear about your movements before the murder occurred. I wonder if you could tell us about what you did here at the Theatrum Neutralis?
Alba:
...Very well. I suppose I could tell you about that. Heh heh heh... Because about all I did was watch the Steel Samurai stage show.
Edgeworth:
Hmph, elaborating on even that alone is good enough for me. (The only way for me to place this man under arrest is to pinpoint the exact location... ...of where the murder took place, for that is the key to this investigation!)
-- The Steel Samurai's Show --
Alba:
I watched from the last row. The stage was well-lit, but it was dark out in the audience.
I swear I was there in the audience, but it's hard to prove that, I suppose.
I do remember the contents of the show very well, though. Is that proof enough for you?
Those moving scenes were seared into this old man's heart. I'll never forget them.
Edgeworth:
So you were in the theater proper, watching the Steel Samurai stage show, were you?
Alba:
Of course I was. I have a great fondness for the Steel Samurai.
Larry:
Heh heh! Yeah! I was pretty cool up there, wasn't I?
Edgeworth:
You're not the one who was "cool"! It's the Steel Samurai who is cool.
Kay:
Yeah, and the Steel Samurai's special finishing move today was really something, huh!?
Larry:
Hm? Hey, Edgeeeeey! Who is she!? Who is this super cute girl!?
Edgeworth:
(She's been standing here this whole time, and only NOW he notices her!?) Her name is Kay Faraday. ...And she's helping me in my investigation.
Kay:
Sorry I didn't get to introduce myself earlier, but better late than ever!
Larry:
Yeah! So, Kay! I'm Larry Buuuuuuuuutz!
Franziska:
Silence in the peanut gallery! There's no time for such trivialities at a time like this!
Lang:
Mr. Prosecutor, this is the final battle, you got that?
Edgeworth:
I know. This is the end......... for that man there.
Lang:
Ha ha ha! Now that's the kind of thing I like to hear! I think I'll give trusting you a try, Mr. Prosecutor... or rather, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...!
Lang:
I leave this critical battle up to you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Have no fear. I will finish the job. (This really is the endgame. The time has come to expose every last one of Mr. Alba's lies!)
Rebuttal
-- The Steel Samurai's Show --
Alba:
I watched from the last row. The stage was well-lit, but it was dark out in the audience.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The last row? I should think that an ambassador would've had special seating reserved.
Alba:
I wanted my staff to enjoy the Steel Samurai's show as well. So I gave up all of the good seats for them. It was enough for me to simply see him.
Oldbag:
Hey! The Steel Samurai wasn't the only hero! Let's not forget about the Pink Princess here!
Alba:
My dear madam... ...if you continue to thrust about like that, your hip may begin to hurt again.
Oldbag:
Oh, my! Well, aren't you the considerate person when you want to be? But! This young butterfly is on the side of Edgey-poo. So you can spare me the flirtatious come-ons!
Alba:
............
Kay:
Wow! He's completely frozen!
Edgeworth:
In frustration, perhaps. I dare say she can be one rather trying opponent. In any case... Mr. Alba, can you actually prove to us that you were watching the show?
Alba:
I swear I was there in the audience, but it's hard to prove that, I suppose.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you admitting, then, that you have no way of proving to us that you were watching!?
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Quiet! You buzz in my ear like a pesky little fly! If you don't wish to listen quietly until the end of what I have to say... ...then perhaps you should pack up and get out of my way!
Edgeworth:
Gnrk...!
Alba:
Hmph... I see that you're willing to be a bit more receptive now. While it's true that it may be difficult to prove that I was out in the audience...
Alba:
I do remember the contents of the show very well, though. Is that proof enough for you?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Well, I remember the contents of the show as well myself.
Alba:
...That's nice.
Edgeworth:
"That's nice"!?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth, don't allow yourself to be riled up by him at this important juncture.
Edgeworth:
Nngh... I wasn't planning to let him...
Larry:
Well, if you ask me, I think I'M the biggest Steel Samurai expert around here! And didn't you think the climactic scene of today's show was just totally awesome!?
Alba:
Yes, I remember that well. And that spectacular special move! The way you delivered the final blow against the Evil Magistrate, "Early Summer Rain Jab"... Oh, that scene will live on in my heart forever.
Larry:
Is that how it went? Heh, I totally forgot about that!
Edgeworth:
How can you forget your own special moves!? That's the special attack that the Steel Samurai uses when he's using the Samurai Spear.
Alba:
Yes, and today was the first time they showed it off, was it not? If I hadn't watched the show, then how could I answer you with the name of the move?
Edgeworth:
I suppose you are correct, but if you could, please elaborate on this point for me.
Add statement:
"One of the scenes was the never-before-seen "Early Summer Rain Jab" move."
Alba:
One of the scenes was the never-before-seen "Early Summer Rain Jab" move.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"Early Summer Rain Jab" was a move that was to be unveiled today.
Alba:
And because I saw that brand new special move, I believe it confirms my alibi.
Kay:
How sad. The only way he's got to protect himself is that he watched the Steel Samurai. I guess... this guy really has nothing else left...
Edgeworth:
Yes, and to avoid arrest, you can bet he'll say or do anything. But, with all of us here, there will be no escape for him!
Kay:
Yeah! We'll find a way to bring him to justice!
Edgeworth:
Now then, let us continue with your testimony, Mr. Alba.
Alba:
Hmph. Very well. The Steel Samurai's special move and the various other scenes...
Present Samurai Spear
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The special move today was the "Early Summer Rain Jab"? Is that your final answer?"
Alba:
Those moving scenes were seared into this old man's heart. I'll never forget them.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I agree, today will be a day to remember. Especially when we finally make you pay for all the wrongs you've committed!
Alba:
What!?
Kay:
Hey! That's what the Steel Samurai says when he defeats the Evil Magistrate!
Larry:
Heh heh... Actually, that line was just something I ad-libbed!
Edgeworth:
You may act all surprised, but naturally, you remember this line, don't you?
Alba:
.........! Of course I do. I just now understand how the Evil Magistrate felt, that's all.
Edgeworth:
Then allow me to make you identify with the Evil Magistrate some more!
Kay:
Hey, then that makes you the Steel Samurai, huh?
Edgeworth:
Heh... Well, if you had to complete the analogy, I suppose then, yes. (And I do believe it's about time to bring the curtains down on this with a bang!)
Before adding new statement
Kay:
I wonder if Mr. Alba was really there watching the show?
Edgeworth:
I don't think so, because the only time he had to commit the murder was during the show. And the only time he could've placed the body into the pushcart... ...was during the scenes when the Iron Infant was not out on-stage.
Kay:
Then that means that by the end of the stage show... Are you saying that the body was already in the pushcary by then?
Larry:
No waaaaaaay! I-I... You mean, I was pushing a dead body around!? That you used me in such a foul manner... is unforgivable, Evil Magistrate!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Well put, Steel Samurai. And now, I will show to all those present... ...just who is the Evil Magistrate that the Steel Samurai must defeat!
After adding new statement
Edgeworth:
Kay and myself were also in the audience of the Steel Samurai stage show...
Kay:
...He's got nothing on the Jammin' Ninja, but he was still cool enough, I guess!
Larry:
Heh heh! Wasn't my brand new special finishing move totally rad!?
Edgeworth:
No, don't tell me! It was YOU who thought up the special move!?
Larry:
Yup! Umm... Now what was it again? "Extremely Silly Reign Jab!" ...Was that it? No, wait, it was "Stubble Breaking Chop!" ...That doesn't sound quite right.
Edgeworth:
How can you forget a move you came up with!? (The final piece to Mr. Alba's alibi is that he was watching the Steel Samurai's show. However, if he was busy killing Mr. Coachen, he should not have had the time to do so!)
Edgeworth:
The special move today was the "Early Summer Rain Jab"? Is that your final answer?
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You little irritating gnat. Do you think you can trip me up by asking the same question over and over?
Edgeworth:
That was not my intention. Your testimony is more than sufficient. However, I believe it would be wise for you to take a look at this.
Alba:
The Samurai Spear? What about it?
Edgeworth:
This spear... actually never made it on-stage today.
Alba:
...E-Excuse me...?
Edgeworth:
Heh... Unfortunately for you, tonight's Steel Samurai... ...happened to be a goof of a young man with an abundance of useless hot-bloodness.
Larry:
?
Edgeworth:
Having said that, said useless man bent the spear during his rehearsal this evening. Kay, do you remember what the Steel Samurai's special move was tonight?
Kay:
It was the "Steel Samurai Sushi Slash"!
Alba:
...A...Aaaaaa...
Edgeworth:
Correct. Because he couldn't use the spear, a last-minute change was made. Had you been watching the show, you would've known the move that WAS used.
Alba:
...Gnrk...!
Edgeworth:
Quercus Alba! You didn't watch even a single minute of the Steel Samurai stage show tonight, did you!?
Alba:
G.........Gnnnn... Gnnnnraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Lang:
Aha! So if he wasn't watching the show tonight...
Franziska:
...Then it opens up the possibility that he was busy killing Mr. Coachen instead!
Alba:
..................
Edgeworth:
So where were you during the show? I demand an answer, now!
Alba:
..................Heh. Heh heh heh heh heh......... Ahaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Edgeworth:
Just what is so funny!?
Alba:
You're so sloppy. And so are your conclusions. I still insist that I watched the show. Or most of it, in any case.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by "most of it"...?
Alba:
Ah, you see, during the show, I left my seat for a spell to visit the bathroom. I assume that was when that dramatic scene was played out on-stage.
Gumshoe:
Th-That is the lousiest, lamest excuse I've ever heard in my life, pal!
Lang:
Arngh! Just because he got the name of the move wrong... ...we can't really use that as proof that he didn't watch the show at all!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk............!
Alba:
As a fan of the Steel Samurai, I had wanted to watch the entire show... Honest!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
As a "Steel Samurai fan"...? For someone who wasn't even in his seat for the climax of the show...! You have no right to call yourself a Steel Samurai fan, ever!
Hold it!
Kay:
Wh-Who was that just now?
Larry:
It would be I, young ladyyyyy!
Edgeworth:
Larry! What are you doing interrupting me like that!?
Larry:
Edgeeeeeey! Just hold for a second, I beg! You may never accept this old man as a Steel Samurai fan... ...but I totally think he's a Steel Samaniac!
Gumshoe:
Um, what exactly is a "Steel Samaniac", pal?
Franziska:
I believe he meant to say "Steel Samurai maniac".
Larry:
Yeah! And trust me, I know a real fan when I see one, because I'm the Steel Samurai!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I will never acknowledge you as the true Steel Samurai!
Kay:
What are you getting so worked up over, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Alba:
It appears that the real Steel Samurai recognizes me as a fan. As well he should, for I am a fan! It's not as though I missed the entire show. It was a most amazing show, filled with the spirit of the young and the young at heart.
Kay:
Hmph. The sarcasm dripping from his long, wooden nose couldn't run any ticker.
Edgeworth:
(Getting the name of the move wrong only proves that he didn't watch the last scene. What I really need here is something more definitive! Something that links Mr. Alba directly to the murder of Mr. Manny Coachen!)
Larry:
You know what, gramps? You're really something else!
Alba:
I'm honored to receive such praise from the Steel Samurai, but what is it for?
Larry:
Well, I was just wondering how you found out about the "Early Summer Rain Jab". That move is a bit of a secret that only a small portion of the staff know about.
Edgeworth:
(Wait, it was a secret...?) Larry! Wait, what did you just say!?
Larry:
Huh? Did I say something stupid again?
Edgeworth:
Did you say that the "Early Summer Rain Jab" was actually a secret...?
Larry:
Well, maybe I shouldn't have said "secret"... It's more like we only decided on the name of the move right before the start of the show.
Kay:
Right before?
Larry:
Yeah! The stage director was going nuts because we were supposed to debut the move! About 5 minutes before the show, we threw it up on the dressing room's white board. "Early Summer Rain Jab"! That's kinda how we decided the name of the move. But, by that time, I'd already bent the spear, so I guess the whole thing was kinda pointless.
Franziska:
All of you Steel Samurai actors are the same. The director has my complete sympathy.
Larry:
So basically, because we changed the move to the Sushi Slash... ...we kinda pretended that the Early Summer Rain Jab didn't exist at all! I mean, it'd be had if someone found out we'd changed the move, so we made it a secret.
Edgeworth:
(So basically, a gag order was issued for publicity's sake...)
Kay:
It almost makes the "Early Summer Rain Jab" sound like a lost art!
Larry:
Yeah, which is why I think most of the staff haven't even heard of the move.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Hold those lips of yours still...!
Larry:
What the heck, old man!?
Alba:
I've done nothing but listen, and from what I can tell, it's all very unrelated to the case. It's also very tedious and a pointless exercise in wasting time, much like a kids' show.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Alba. I believe the one who should be quiet now is you.
Alba:
How dare you!?
Edgeworth:
I suspect that you've already noticed... ...exactly what the very severe implications are in this man's testimony!
Alba:
Hah! So now you're trying to bully me, huh? There are no implications to be read into a behind-the-scenes story of a kids' show!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Don't even think about trying to slither your way out of this, Quercus Alba.
Edgeworth:
You were the one who said it yourself, that the name of the move was... ..."Early Summer Rain Jab". But that name was only decided upon right before the show was about to start.
Alba:
So? Just what are you driving at?
Lang:
That the name of the move you told us was never used in the show or said aloud!
Alba:
............
Edgeworth:
Now then, would you care to tell us about how you found out the name of that move?
Lang:
Because I can only think of one way you could've known...!
Edgeworth:
Quercus Alba! This is the only way you could've known the name of the special move!
You saw it.
Leads to:
"You knew the name because you saw it! You saw it on the dressing room's white board!"
You asked about it.
Edgeworth:
You knew the name because you asked about it! You asked a member of the staff, that is.
Lang:
Hey, now! Didn't that samurai say just a few seconds ago... ...that the people who knew were ordered to keep quiet about the move!?
Franziska:
I somehow doubt that he could've simply asked someone and gotten an answer.
Lang:
Besides, even if what you said were the case, what do we learn from that?
Edgeworth:
Not much, actually. Not if Mr. Alba had asked a staff member, I suppose.
Franziska:
..................
Edgeworth:
Aaah! (I was wrong...!?) Mr. Alba, would you care to tell us about how you found out the name of that move?
Leads back to:
"Because I can only think of one way you could've known...!"
You thought it up.
Edgeworth:
You knew the name because you thought it up! Therefore, it's only natural that you knew! You are the one who created the name of that move!
Alba:
..................
Lang:
..................
Franziska:
..................
Kay:
.........Mr. Edgeworth, somehow, I don't think that's it.
Alba:
Let's just leave it at that, since it clears everything up for me nice and neatly.
Lang:
Hey! What exactly did you find out by saying that, anyway?
Edgeworth:
Umm... Not much, actually.
Franziska:
Will you please take this seriously!?
Edgeworth:
Aaah! (I guess I made a mistake...!) Mr. Alba, would you care to tell us about how you found out the name of that move?
Leads back to:
"Because I can only think of one way you could've known...!"
Edgeworth:
You knew the name because you saw it! You saw it on the dressing room's white board!
Alba:
............!
Edgeworth:
The staff members who knew were keeping it a secret. So you couldn't have simply gone up to a staff member and asked. Which means that the only other option left is that you saw it on the white board.
Kay:
So, that means that Mr. Alba was in the waiting room at some point, right?
Gumshoe:
But what's the big deal, sir? I don't see what that means!
Edgeworth:
There is another piece of evidence that has a great deal to do with the dressing room. So we can't afford to let this slide! This is related to both the dressing room and to Mr. Coachen's murder!
Present Pushcart
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Alba used the fountain spouts, in a manner of speaking."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
There is a very close connection between this and the dressing room!
Alba:
And what sort of connection would that be?
Edgeworth:
It's... a bit difficult to recognize at first glance, however...
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor! I only trust what I can see! And when it comes to evidence, I think everyone here agrees with me!
Edgeworth:
(Grr... It would appear that this piece of evidence was not what I was looking for.) Yes, well, this time I will present to you the real piece that will prove my point.
Leads back to:
"This is related to both the dressing room and to Mr. Coachen's murder!"
Edgeworth:
The pushcart that was used to move the body was right there in the dressing room! During the show, the pushcart awaited its turn to be pushed on-stage in the dressing room. And it was finally pushed there, along with the Iron Infant, in the last scene of the show. And then, right after the show ended, it went into Allebahst along with the Steel Samurai. Which means that the only time the killer could've placed the body inside the pushcart was... ...when the pushcart was in the dressing room backstage!
Kay:
So basically, the killer has to be someone who visited the dressing room during the show!
Edgeworth:
Precisely.
Alba:
.........Gnnraaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Kay:
Oh! But wait! What if, and this is just a "what if"...! What if the murder didn't take place in the dressing room?
Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean, Kay!?
Edgeworth:
I have to admit, she brings up a valid possibility. During the show, the dressing room was supposed to be devoid of people.
Lang:
Anyone going into the private dressing room would stand out like a sore thumb!
Franziska:
But despite that, the killer still managed to move the body with the pushcart.
Edgeworth:
Correct, and it is because of the set-up of the theater's dressing room... ...that it would be the ideal location for the murder of Manny Coachen!
Alba:
..................
Edgeworth:
Quercus Alba! During the show, you went down to the dressing room. And I want to know why!
Alba:
..................Yes. .........Yes, I was there. I went into... the dressing room.
Gumshoe:
I knew it! I'm placing you under arrest right now, pal! You got that!? ARREST!
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Not so fast.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What is it now!?
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh. Don't I deserve a chance to explain myself?
Edgeworth:
Explain? What is there to explain!?
Alba:
I believe I told you earlier that I went to the bathroom. Well, I got lost when I did. I wanted to ask for directions but when I opened the dressing room door, no one was inside. And that's when I saw the name of the move on the white board.
Lang:
You punk! Still trying to get out of this...!?
Franziska:
Do you really think you can get away at this point...!?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Isn't there anything you can do to stop him!?
Edgeworth:
(Nngh...! I don't have enough evidence on hand to do anything! I don't have the airtight evidence I need to put this man away for good. But if that's what I need, then perhaps...) Agent Lang! I believe an investigation of the dressing room in question is in order. It's possible that we may find new evidence there!
Gumshoe:
Yeah! If Mr. Edgeworth pokes around in there, I'm sure he'll find some new facts, pal!
Kay:
Ooh! And if we use Little Thief, we may even learn something from a re-creation!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
...We don't need to do any of that.
Kay:
What!? Wolfy!? How could you!?
Lang:
I'm not saying this to be mean. It's just that... we've already searched there. My men really are something else.
Franziska:
And they found nothing?
Lang:
There's only one thing I can say to you, sis, and it's that they found nothing. That's it.
Franziska:
I... guess you're right. If they had found something, they would've reported it to us.
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh heh. They couldn't find anything because there was nothing there to find.
Kay:
And if there is no info to feed into Little Thief, then I can't do much to help either.
Edgeworth:
(Is this the end? The murder took place in this theater, which is not protected under extraterritorial rights... ...and the fact that it was Mr. Alba himself who committed the murder... If I can't prove both statements to be true, Mr. Alba walks away a free man! Is there no other course of action left to us...!?)
Alba:
It would appear that your hand of cards has turned out to be a bust. Now if you will excuse me. Because of you people, I missed my flight. Now I must make haste to arrange for a new one...
Hold it!
Kay:
Wh-Who is it this time?
Oldbag:
Hold it right there, you whippersnappers!
Edgeworth:
Ack! First Larry, and now YOU!
Oldbag:
What is with that scary, mobster-like scowl on your face, Edgey-poo!? Don't treat me like I'm some sort of nuisance! I've been meaning to say this, but all of you keep talking about things I don't get at all! You're all leaving this lady in the sad, depressing, lonely dust that I'm about to cry in!
Edgeworth:
(Why did you have to speak up right at this instant...!?)
Oldbag:
But you know what, Edgey-poo!? Cheer up! Because I'm about to give you the most wonderful thing!
Edgeworth:
? The most "wonderful thing"...? From you...?
Oldbag:
It's so super special that I couldn't give it away to just anyone, you know! Ah, my special present of love to my sweet Edgey-poo... Are you ready!? ...Is this!
Edgeworth:
I-It's...!
Kay:
.........
Lang:
.........
Franziska:
.........
Gumshoe:
It's... a box of those "Samurai Dogs", right?
Oldbag:
Yes! Oh, Edgey-poo! Here, go on and eat one and you'll feel as right as rain.
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
.........
Lang:
.........
Franziska:
.........
Gumshoe:
.........
Alba:
Are we through here?
Oldbag:
...Why did everyone get so quiet all of a sudden!? Edgey-poooooooo! Tell me YOU understand the depths of this lady's love for you!!! I'm not one to hand out snacks willy-nilly, you know! No sir! The thought occurred to me that maybe it would be good if I fed you and made sure you were nice and full! One day, it's my dream to serve you some of my own home-made food! I mean, isn't it the desire of every woman to make sure that their beloved never goes hungry? And that's what I wanted to experience! I'll tell you one thing, though. A long time ago, they used to say that I could make the most delicious meal out of any ingredient you threw in front of me! Oh, I was a star in the kitchen back then, and I was
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Can't you do anything about her!?
Edgeworth:
(There is no power on Earth that can force THAT woman into silence!)
Oldbag:
But I'm so sick and tired of it! All you people do is look down on me! Even this box of "Samurai Dogs" played me for a fool! It had a special design on its fan, like the Japanese flag, so I thought it was special! But when I ate one, it tasted just like all the rest! Ooh, it made me so mad!
Edgeworth:
(Wait, a special box with a Hinomaru-like fan on it? I've never heard of such a piece of merchandise existing before. However, there it is The red rising sun on this fan is filled in... I-Is it possible!? Could it be...!?)
Edgeworth:
After the show, the Samurai Dogs were piled up on the dressing room floor. However, there is no such thing as a "Rising Sun Dog (Rising Sun Dogs - Taken from the dressing room, the fan's rising sun is filled in for some reason.)". This contradiction of facts between something that should not exist, and yet does... The rays from this rising sun may be just what we needed to point us in the right direction!
Franziska:
A present...?
Larry:
The studio big-wigs basically told us to play delivery boys. We were supposed to hand the Dogs off to the embassy people and tell them "hi". I had to pile them all into the pushcart just to move them (Samurai Dogs - Boxes of Samurai Dogs were sitting in the pushcart.) all!
Edgeworth:
I believe you understand what this means, correct? You killed Mr. Coachen at this theater, and then placed his body inside the pushcart (Body in the pushcart - The killer placed Coachen's body in the pushcart in the dressing room.). And then... ...you forced to Steel Samurai to unwittingly move the body for you!
Edgeworth:
It's time to piece the final pieces of this logic puzzle together. No matter how fragile or small the connections may be... ...once we've found them all, the way to the truth will be revealed!
Connect "Samurai Dogs" and "Body in the pushcart"
Leads to:
"(The killer used the pushcart to transport the body...)"
Edgeworth:
(The killer used the pushcart to transport the body... ...which means that they had to remove the Samurai Dogs from within first! Therefore, the Samurai Dogs that were piled up on the dressing room floor... ...were most likely taken out of the pushcart (Samurai Dogs were removed - Dogs were put on dressing room floor by the killer to make room for the body.) by the killer!)
Connect "Rising Sun Dogs" and "Samurai Dogs were removed"
Leads to:
"(That which should not exist, this box of Samurai Dogs with a hinomaru on it...)"
Edgeworth:
(That which should not exist, this box of Samurai Dogs with a hinomaru on it... If this red rising sun... ...was filled in when the killer was busy removing Dogs from the pushcart... ...then it's proof that the murder took place in the dressing room. As long as this red substance turns out to be what I believe it to be!)
Edgeworth:
...Wendy Oldbag. I thank you.
Oldbag:
!
Edgeworth:
What you have given to me is truly something very "special".
Oldbag:
E-Edgey-poooooooooooooo!
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth? Are you sure you're feeling OK, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Alba. As I suspected, you killed Mr. Coachen in the dressing room.
Alba:
How many times must I listen to you repeat yourself? Haven't you figured it out yet? You words are meaningless, worthless, and powerless. The only way I'm going to continue to cooperate with some definitive evidence.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That arrogance, that self-confidence... You believe that you've erased every piece of evidence that could incriminate you. However! There remains one piece here, and it is what will put you away for good!
Alba:
Hah! You're bluffing!
Lang:
Oho... Hey, Mr. Prosecutor! Sounds like you finally found them. You finally found the fangs we need to go after this guy's jugular! So tell us, what about that box of Samurai Dogs is going to put the old man away!?
Edgeworth:
The trace evidence that will bring him down? Why, it's here of course!
Examine box
Edgeworth:
This part is just the same as all the rest of the boxes. But there is one spot in particular on this box that seems off. What exactly is it?
Examine red circle
Leads to:
"The box of Samurai Dogs with a rising sun fan on it... This should never have existed."
Edgeworth:
The box of Samurai Dogs with a rising sun fan on it... This should never have existed. So I want you all to take a good look at this red spot. It's a single drop of blood.
Kay:
Huh!?
Lang:
What!?
Alba:
Blood, you say...!?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, I'd like this blood analyzed posthaste.
Lang:
I've got to admit, I'm a bit surprised! I can't believe we found blood in a place like this! Hey, you! Get this down to the lab, pronto!
Kay:
But why was there blood on that box to begin with?
Edgeworth:
If we think about the flow of the crime, I think the reason will become obvious. Larry, you said that you transported the "Samurai Dogs" with the pushcart, correct?
Larry:
Oh, umm, yeah! You have a great memory, Edgey! That pushcart was a bit too big for my son, you know what I mean? So to make sure everyone could see him, I had to pile some stuff in. I figured the Samurai Dogs were there, so I used them to fill up the cart.
Edgeworth:
If what Larry says is true, then what were the boxes doing on the floor?
Lang:
Ah, I see. The killer took them out in order to place the body in the pushcart!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. And that is when I believe the victim's blood found its way onto that box.
Lang:
But when my men investigated that room, not a single box of Samurai Dogs was in there... ...because embassy staff members had already confiscated them.
Edgeworth:
Yes. No doubt to hide the evidence of the murder.
Kay:
It's a good thing Ms. Oldbag managed to steal that one box before they got to them, huh? Looks like Ms. Oldbag also managed to put this Great Thief to shame!
Oldbag:
What a scandalous way to putting that! I didn't "steal"; I received it from myself!
Edgeworth:
Quercus Alba, I'd say this was one very fatal oversight on your part.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh. Sorry to rain on your little love-fest, however...
Edgeworth:
(How... How can he be so self-confident in a no-win situation for him like this?)
Alba:
Even if that blood turns out to belong to Mr. Coachen, then what?
Kay:
Heh! So, Mr. Edgeworth! It sounds like he's not ready to call it quits yet, huh!?
Edgeworth:
The sole piece of evidence that was left at the scene of the crime... That alone has shed light on a new fact. At the very least, we now have proof that the murder occurred in the dressing room.
Alba:
.........And? You say that like it means something.
Kay:
...Huh?
Forensics:
Excuse me, sirs!
Lang:
REPORT! What were the results of the analysis?
Forensics:
Sir! The analysis came back and confirmed that the red substance is blood.
Lang:
I knew it! With this, Quercus Alba...
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Mr. Edgeworth, I wonder if you might humor my question?
Edgeworth:
Your question?
Alba:
The one from before, or have you forgotten? Even if that is Mr. Coachen's blood, what difference would it make?
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Like we already told you. It proves that the crime scene was that dressing room.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
But it doesn't prove that I am your killer, does it?
Lang:
Gnnnrk! That's... That's...
Edgeworth:
(Nngh...! He has a very good point. The blood on that box doesn't prove that Mr. Alba is the killer...!)
Kay:
Th-Then... this evidence... It's meaningless...!?
Gumshoe:
That can't be... We were so close, sir!
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh heh heh.
Kay:
I wanna smack that smug look off his face! Come on, there's gotta be something we can do!
Edgeworth:
(We finally found a solid piece of evidence! There must be something I can expose with it!) .............................. (A-Ack! I can't think of a single thing...!)
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. Heh heh heh heh heh heh. ...Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way.
Hold it!
Alba:
Who was that!? It's too late. I won't allow anyone to stop me now!
Gumshoe:
I-It wasn't me, pal!
Larry:
And it wasn't me this time, either!
Oldbag:
It wasn't me either!
???:
I-It was meeeeee!
Edgeworth:
Why did you--!?
Forensics:
Umm... Because I haven't finished reporting everything to you yet, sir.
Edgeworth:
There's more...?
Lang:
What!? Hurry up and spit it out!
Forensics:
Y-Y-Yes, siiir! Th-That blood I mentioned... It's not of the same blood type as the victim's blood!
Lang:
Wh--!?
Kay:
No--!
Alba:
...!
Edgeworth:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Lang:
What do you mean it's "not the same type"!? You mean it's not the victim's blood!? If it isn't his... then who the hell's is it!?
Forensics:
I-I don't know, siiiiiiiiiir! All I know is that it's not the same blood type as the victim's, sir!
Kay:
What should we do now, Mr. Edgeworth!? I have no idea what's what anymore!
Edgeworth:
.........Neither do I.
Alba:
Heheheheheheheh. My, what an amusing turn of events!
Edgeworth:
!
Alba:
That blood drop proved something to be true alright -- namely, my words.
Edgeworth:
And which one of your words would that be?
Alba:
The ones where I said that your words are meaningless, worthless, and powerless. That blood has nothing to do with the murder investigation whatsoever! Need I remind you that the blood got onto that box long before it entered my embassy?
Kay:
Wh-What sort of nonsense--!?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! It's BLOOD, pal! There's no way it's not related to the murder!
Alba:
Heh heh. So you would like to believe. But what if someone preparing the Samurai Dogs had a small nosebleed? What then?
Gumshoe:
Gnrk! I-I guess that's possible...
Lang:
Damn it! Have we been wasting our time on a red herring?
Alba:
The blood doesn't belong to anyone connected to the case. That should be clue enough.
Lang:
Quercus Alba! You BASTARD!
Alba:
Silence! Don't you ever address me with such a filthy word again. I've wasted enough time here with you, and you have your answers. Now, let me through.
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Alba! It doesn't matter where you run off to, you'll never escape me! Someday, I'll have the satisfaction of sinking my fangs into you. You'll see! And all of Interpol will be behind me, working to see to it that that day comes!
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh. Do you know what your words sound like to me? They sound like the whinings of a pathetic loser of a mutt.
Lang:
Arroooooooooooooooooooo!
Edgeworth:
(Is this really the extent of all that we can do? Is the blood really from someone completely unrelated to the case? Or is there another possibility? Someone else other than the victim? Just when I thought I had him backed into a corner, it is I who has been backed into one! In a situation like this... what would that man do...? What would he who can turn any desperate situation around do...? .........Turn it around...? That's it! I must turn my way of thinking around! It's not, "Whose blood is this?" It's, "Whose blood could get onto the box like this?" And if I think about it that way...! If the blood got onto the box when the body was being placed into the pushcart... ...then the owner of said blood must have been in the dressing room at the time! And there is only one person that could be!)
Alba:
Well, I must praise you for trying so hard. It's because of you kids that I was removed from center stage. ...and will be forced to live out the rest of my life in the shadows, unfortunately. But it's not a total loss, as the underworld will allow me more freedom than you'll ever know. Freedom like what the raven feels as it flies through the dark night sky. You can't lay a finger on me, not now or ever. The arm of the law is powerless before me!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph......... "Powerless", is it? I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you.
Alba:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Allow me to describe you in one word: pitiful.
Alba:
Pitiful...? How so?
Edgeworth:
Quercus Alba! Your wings were clipped long ago.
Alba:
.........!
Edgeworth:
And for someone who is trying to fly away on them without noticing that fact... ..."pitiful" is the perfect word to describe you!
Alba:
Hah! Mere words!
Kay:
What do you mean by "his wings are clipped", Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Just what you think it means, Kay. We had already caught him in our trap a while back. With an incredibly powerful, definitive piece of evidence!
Lang:
Hey, hey! Earth to Mr. Prosecutor! Care to speak in English!? What are you talking about? What piece of evidence?
Edgeworth:
The piece I speak of is of course... this drop of blood.
Franziska:
But we know that it's not from the victim! I don't see how it remains relevant to the case at all!
Edgeworth:
Ms. von Karma... I believe that is exactly why it's very important to the case. And the part that is the most important is the fact that it's not the victim's blood!
Alba:
............!
Edgeworth:
You're looking a little pale. Good, then I believe you are already aware of what I mean.
Lang:
Then, you know who the blood belongs to!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Of course I do. This piece of evidence is the irrefutable proof that will stop the killer in his tracks. The blood that soiled this box of Samurai Dogs belongs to this person!
Present Quercus Alba profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The blood of the rising sun on this box belongs to you, Quercus Alba!"
Present Manny Coachen profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The blood belongs to Manny Coachen!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Hey, didn't you hear the forensics guy, Mr. Prosecutor!? He said that blood isn't Mr. Coachen's, got it!?
Edgeworth:
Arnnngh! A-A simple slip of the tongue...!
Lang:
...Is that all? Then I guess this time you'll get it right, right? Who's the owner of that blood? You know the answer, don't you?
Leads back to:
"Hmph. Of course I do."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The blood belongs to this person!
Gumshoe:
What!? But why is that person's blood on there, sir!?
Edgeworth:
That's because! .........That's something I'll have to explain to you at a later date.
Lang:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor, I know the answer; it's because you screwed up, that's why!
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! I suppose there's no fooling Agent Lang...)
Lang:
Now give me a real answer this time! Do you or do you not know whose blood it is?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Of course I know.
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence is the irrefutable proof that will stop the killer in his tracks."
Edgeworth:
The blood of the rising sun on this box belongs to you, Quercus Alba!
Alba:
Grrr!
Franziska:
Wh--?
Lang:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Kay:
Why is HIS blood on the box of Samurai Dogs!? He's not even a victim!
Edgeworth:
The blood fell onto the box when Mr. Coachen's body was being loaded into the pushcart. At that time, the only two people in the dressing room were the victim and his killer.
Lang:
So that's what you mean! If the blood doesn't belong to the victim...
Franziska:
...Then there is only one other person it could belong to!
Edgeworth:
Yes, and that person is the murderer himself. That's the only logical conclusion.
Gumshoe:
But Mr. Coachen was the one who was stabbed, sir! Why would Mr. Alba have been the one who was bleeding?
Edgeworth:
What if during the murder, Mr. Coachen had fought back?
Franziska:
You mean, if before Mr. Alba could kill him, Mr. Coachen managed to wound Mr. Alba...
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I believe we have a piece of evidence that proves that he was bleeding then! (What is the piece of evidence that shows that Mr. Alba was probably bleeding at the time?)
Present Amb. Alba's Wound
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Alba, you bear on your body a great wound."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece shows that it's possible that Mr. Alba was bleeding at the time!
Alba:
I see... I suppose that does show us something. That you are quite possibly the most consummate liar of a prosecutor I've ever met!
Edgeworth:
(What!? Look who's calling who a liar!) Please excuse me. I will now show you the evidence you seek! Evidence that shows that Mr. Alba was counterattacked, and was bleeding because of it!
Leads back to:
"(What is the piece of evidence that shows that Mr. Alba was probably bleeding at the time?)"
Edgeworth:
Mr. Alba, you bear on your body a great wound.
Alba:
That was from when DeMasque II attacked me with a pair of scissors...
Kay:
Yeah, and that happened way after he was in the dressing room...!
Edgeworth:
Ah, but is that what really happened? You can manufacture a weapon by smearing blood on it, so I can't just accept that as fact. Shall we try a test, Mr. Alba, and see if the shape of your wound matches the scissors?
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
You really are something else, Mr. Edgeworth. You don't let a single thing slip you by, no matter how insignificant the possibility.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You're one to talk Mr. Alba. You've managed to give the law the slip for ten years as the smuggling ring's leader. No matter the danger, you can hide every last ounce of fear and anxiety from everyone. You truly are a one-of-a-kind criminal.
Alba:
Objection!
Alba:
Heh heh heh heh. I am the master of my fear. However, to think that a person such as you... ...could miss such a large thing...
Edgeworth:
You believe I've overlooked something?
Alba:
You said that my wound was caused by Mr. Coachen. And that it was caused here in one of the theater's dressing rooms, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, that is correct.
Alba:
I'd like to point out... that it's simply not possible. My wound is a stab wound, and one that could only have come from a blade. I wonder where you will propose that such a weapon came from?
Kay:
Ah! This theater was packed with security guards...
Franziska:
It would've been impossible for anyone to come into this area with a weapon of any sort!
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Just as Mr. Alba was able to bring in the Allebahstian knife in a bouquet... ...there must have been some other way to sneak in a weapon of some sort!
Alba:
Ah, but as long as you can't prove what that other way is... ...all your talk about Mr. Coachen stabbing me is pure nonsense. So if that other way does exist, you'd better hurry and tell me now.
Edgeworth:
.........With pleasure.
Alba:
Wait, what!?
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence shows us how Mr. Coachen brought a weapon into this theater!
Present Yatagarasu's Key
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Among law enforcement, this piece is known as the Yatagarasu's Key."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Using this, Mr. Coachen was able to bring a weapon into the Theatrum Neutralis!
Alba:
Oh, really? Would you care to show me exactly how he did it using that?
Edgeworth:
Th-That's... (Curses. I can't think of a single way to use this...)
Franziska:
If you had no confidence in your answer...
Lang:
...You'd have been better off thinking a bit more before picking something, you idiot!
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! Their double team efforts are worse than Larry and that old lady!) Please excuse me. This time I will show you the evidence you desire to see.
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence shows us how Mr. Coachen brought a weapon into this theater!"
Edgeworth:
Among law enforcement, this piece is known as the Yatagarasu's Key.
Alba:
Th-That key...!
Kay:
That's the key that my father stole from here seven years ago...!
Edgeworth:
And it is very unique, in that it is both a key and a knife. Meaning that under the guise of a key, it could've been easily brought into the theater!
Alba:
...Gnnrooooooooooooo!
Edgeworth:
You couldn't dispose of the knife that stabbed you... ...therefore, you wiped off the blood, and placed it back in Mr. Coachen's pocket! After all, the key itself opens the safe in his office. And inside that safe, there was a document about Cohdopian paper, signed by Mr. Coachen. In order to make it look like Mr. Coachen died as the leader of the smuggling ring... ...you had to make it so that the police were the ones who opened that office safe! Hmph. All that hard work to save yourself only served to destroy you in the end. Shall we try matching this knife's blade with your wound, Mr. Quercus Alba? ...And that is what some may call, the coup de grâce.
Alba:
............I-Impossible... You... You can't take me down! Swine! All of you! Especially Manny Coachen!!! This is all because of that man's betrayal! He sought to steal control of the smuggling ring from me by removing me as ambassador! Which is why he deserved to die while bearing the guilt for all of my crimes for me! That's why I sent out the Yatagarasu's card, and how this incident was born! Manny was supposed to be the smuggling ring's leader who was killed by the Yatagarasu! But! I had... yet another reason, yet another story that was supposed to play out! Manny's death was supposed to bring everything to a close! And I would've gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling prosecutors!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Alba, I'm afraid there is one more question I forgot to ask.........
Alba:
..................
Edgeworth:
This country's, or Allebahst's: which country's court would you like to face first? Either way, it's game over for you.
Alba:
..................E... EdgeoooooooooEAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAaAaaAaaaaAaaaaaaaa! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
March 17, 11:21 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Gumshoe:
Whew! This is it, the big day! It's Mr. Alba's trial today!
Edgeworth:
And next week, he's scheduled to stand trial in his own country of Allebahst. Franziska is heading that one. I suspect she'll be serving a full course of whip lashes at it.
Gumshoe:
Having to face Ms. von Karma in court right after facing you, sir... *shudder* I don't even WANT to think of what that would be like. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Alba as he was being escorted into the courthouse... ...and boy, he looked about as glum as I do the day before I get my monthly paycheck! You know, I've been thinking... ...that flight attendant, and even Mr. Portsman were all Mr. Alba's secret agents.
Edgeworth:
Correct. That smuggling ring was the common thread between all of the incidents. Cammy Meele was to provide support during smuggling ops, using her job as an attendant. And Mr. Portsman was to manipulate trials related to the ring to end in their favor.
Gumshoe:
Oorrgh... iFly Airlines, and even the Prosecutor's Office... No one was safe from the smuggling ring, huh, sir!?
Edgeworth:
I suspect there are even more members of this ring spread throughout the world.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... It sounds like such a big op that I can't even begin to imagine what it's like! ..................
Edgeworth:
Hm? What is it, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Ah! Nothing! It's just... Well, come to think of it... ...Mr. Ernest Amano's trial is also scheduled for later today, sir...
Edgeworth:
I'm aware of that... Mr. Amano has been working with the smuggling ring now for over ten years. He used the Amano Group's various connections world-wide to assist the ring. But all of that has come to an end as his conglomerate is now undergoing harsh scrutiny. I owe Mr. Amano a debt of gratitude, but he must pay his debt to society.
Gumshoe:
Well, with the arrests of both Mr. Alba and Mr. Amano... ...I guess that about wraps up the KG-8 Incident as well, huh?
Edgeworth:
I suppose so. The real killer in the KG-8 Incident ten years ago was Manny Coachen. And seven years ago, the killer in the second KG-8 Incident was Mack Rell. Those two facts are the unshakable truth, however... ...it seems that a lot of effort was put into hiding these and other truths from us. And I will expose it all at the trials today.
Gumshoe:
You're solving cases left and right today, aren't you, sir!?
Edgeworth:
(Cece Yew and Deid Mann... Perhaps now, these two brave souls who tried to make the truth known can rest in peace.) ...By the way, I received some gifts from Ambassador Palaeno. Shrimp, crab, beef... I don't need any of these, so I'm giving them to you.
Gumshoe:
What!? Seriously, sir!? W-Wait... Actually, I don't think I want them anymore... The way you're holding them... Don't tell me they're just coupons, sir...
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, have you not read the paper recently? Ever since the two countries became Cohdopia again, its economy has changed.
Gumshoe:
Really?
Edgeworth:
And it seems that Ambassador Palaeno has reaped a few benefits of his own from it. He has been announced as the official ambassador of the newly re-unified Cohdopia.
???:
Ah, but what a pity... Even though every item he sent is a "treasure", you don't seem all that interested. Well, if you don't want them... I can give them to my lovely assistant, Kay!
Gumshoe:
W-Wait! That's not what I said! So, umm, Mr. Edgeworth! Please let me have them, sir! Actually, come to think of it, where is Kay? How come she's still not here?
Kay:
Hey! You've gotta be more alert than that!
Gumshoe:
Eek!
Kay:
I can't believe you didn't notice I was even mimicking Mr. Edgeworth's voice for a bit!
Gumshoe:
I totally didn't notice you, or realize that voice was you!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Ferocious love blooms with each new Spring."
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang... A pleasant surprise to see you here.
Lang:
It's been a long time since I set foot in a courthouse. But I wasn't going to miss... ...watching the guy who screwed up my country finally get what's coming to him. Well, that and something else. I want to see you in action in court.
Edgeworth:
Is that so, Agent Lang?
Lang:
We flushed out all of the counterfeit bills, so Zheng Fa is finally at peace again. And it's all thanks to you, so I just want to say... thanks.
Kay:
Wow, I never thought I'd see the day ol' Wolfy says thanks to Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
I should be the one thanking you, Agent Lang. If you hadn't negated Mr. Alba's extraterritorial rights... ...I would not have been able to bring him to trial. I believe the victory belongs to the both of us in this case.
Lang:
..................Tch. A shared victory, huh? Look, don't get me wrong; I'll still never forgive you prosecutors... ...and I have zero interest in that "truth" thing you talk about in court. I've always done things my own way, and that's not about to change, you got that?
Edgeworth:
Hmph, I see... Well, I believe you should follow your own creed when you do your job.
Lang:
Yeah, and if there's ever someone your precious "truth" can't catch... ...feel free to sit around and cry about it all you want. But as for me, I'm going to get that person no matter what!
Edgeworth:
Heh... Alright. It's about time for the trial to start. I will see you later.
Lang:
I'll be watching your performance from the gallery. I'm looking forward to this.
Gumshoe:
I prepared a whole ton of ticker tape for today's victory, sir!
Kay:
I'll help throw some around when Mr. Edgeworth wins!
Lang:
Ha ha ha. Hope you've get enough, because I'm going to go call my men up as well!
Edgeworth:
...A modest amount of ticker tape goes a long way!
Edgeworth:
The scene shifts to the courtroom, and the final act of this long tale begins. "The Legend of the Great Thief Yatagarasu". It's the story of those who chose to dedicate their lives to the pursuit of the truth. "Prosecutors are those who seek a guilty verdict for the defendants they meet... ...and to that end, you have no choice but to win by any means necessary." That creed was forced on me since I was very young... ...however, I no longer think that is all we prosecutors are. And that is because...
Edgeworth:
(Even though I've only been away from the courtroom for a short time... ...I feel as though... it's been a lifetime since I've set foot in one. And today, more than any other day, I feel the fight within me rising...)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Teneiro:
I am really in Mr. Edgeworth's debt for the other day! Thanks to him, I'm still free to serve in the friendly blue skies. Oh, so about my suitcases... ...I've been selling them on the internet, and they've become a real sensation! Thanks to the praise the art world has lavished on my work as being truly post-modern... ...the airline has chosen me to design their new line of iFly jumbo jets! Just think! Someday, you will be able to take a ride in my pink-walled, yellow-seated jet!
Lablanc:
Edgeworth? Ah, that rudeness of a rude man! Hmph! Because of him, my time and money is wasted. But more importantlier! I received a most fantastic treasure mostly! The Primidux Statue of the Principality of Cohdopia! It weights a bit light in my hands, but the Ambassador Palaeno was most generous.
Franziska:
We finally caught Agent Hicks's killer, and I was able to witness Mr. Alba's teary eyes. It feels good to finally bring everything to a close. I received another offer from Interpol to work another case in cooperation with them... ...however, the Cohdopian courts await. Cohdopia's air is supposed to be very fresh, so my whip should find new vigor there.
Meekins:
This little patrolman has been fired as of today, sir! I thought I was safe since we found the gun I had dropped... ...but I hadn't noticed that I had dropped my police badge, too! I guess what really broke the camel's back was that I couldn't find my badge. My little life has suddenly tripped into a dark, black hole, sir! I think I'll go the courthouse and file a complaint with Ruffles Man!
Ema:
I was actually hoping to talk with Mr. Edgeworth a bit more than I did... But I've got to get going and return to Europe. I've still got a long way to go and a lot of stuff to study there! Next time I help Mr. Edgeworth on a case, I'm going to do it as a real forensic scientist! I'm sure he's going to need all the help I can give him, scientifically!
Paups:
Because the kidnapping was staged, I was let off easy... ...but I won't be going outside much any time soon, but that's... really OK. The only prison I'm forever trapped in is the cage of love. The guard down at the detention center... well, when he's on guard duty... ...he has such a cold look in his eyes, just like that prosecutor... *ba-dump* Ah! Stop it, Lauren! When will you ever learn to stop being a prisoner of love...?
Judge:
It appears there are all sorts of drama that takes place outside of the courtroom. Since we judges are here day in and day out, I've only heard a few rumors, but... ...apparently, Mr. Edgeworth teamed up with a thief, and became a detective. Maybe I should team up with a bailiff and try to become a lawyer or something...?
Byrde:
Whew! I barely escaped death yet again!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but boy were we lucky to have Mr. Edgeworth help us out, huh!?
Byrde:
Yeah... but because I lost the key, I got fired from my security guard job.
Gumshoe:
Don't let it get you down, Maggey! You've still got me!
Byrde:
You're right, sir! I won't be sad! I'm going to pick myself up and get through this! I wonder what my next job should be...? Ooh, this is actually kind of fun!
Palaeno:
Why not come to Cohdopia for your Summer vacation!? We have coupons aplenty! Right now, our embassy is proud to present our "Let's Investigate a Murder!" show. Although, recreating that particular case has created a few small fires of its own. Then we had a few problems with the fire marshals... but the next event will be great! It will be an attraction entitled, "Capture the Yatagarasu!" Of course, I hope to enlist Kay's help in creating our latest attraction!
Larry:
I can't believe that Mindy ditched me and went to Japan... But it's OK! Because that's how I met Miharu! We're planning to go to Paris soon, and start a business! We're going to sell "Blue Ocean Dogs"! They'll sell like hot-cake hot dogs for sure! A blue hot dog in a blue bun, I guarantee it'll turn your tongue, and your face blue! I know I'm not really the type to work a lot, or at all really, but... Oh, so I noticed that I really haven't seen the guy in the blue suit at all recently. I wonder what's up? Well, the next time we meet, I'm gonna make him eat one of my Dogs!
Badd:
Today I gave testimony in court today... as a member of the Yatagarasu...
Lang:
Yo, Mr. Badd! You look well, all things considered. By the way, have you noticed that elements within the ring have begun moving?
Badd:
They're probably fighting over who should succeed... over who should be the next boss... .........Although, to be honest, I wish I could forget I'd ever heard of that smuggling ring.
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Thoroughly bite the poisonous snake from head to tail!" No one runs afoul of the law and escapes this wolf's fangs! I'll get you all yet!
Badd:
.........Ah, youth. When did I become so old, I wonder...? I've begun noticing the gray hairs in my beard more. I'm thinking of retiring my mirror...
Oldbag:
I was the Pink Princess and the Pink Badger, all in the span of two days! Talk about busy! But it's alright, because I got a letter from my beloved Edgey-poo. "Please take care of your hip, and when you wish to speak, first take off your headpiece." ...What does he mean by that last statement!? It's not like I enjoy being under a head piece every time I see him! I've been an alien, and then some creepy, fuzzy, pink animal, and then I was the Pink Princess, a great hero of justice! But ever since I was a young maiden, I could be spotted wearing the most stylish hat on my head, although right around now, maybe it'd be more preferable to wear my own costume or something, but even that just sounds like a terrible idea...
March 17, 4:33 PMHigh Prosecutors' OfficesRoom 1202
Gumshoe:
Whooooop! I feel so much better now that the trial's over! And as always, your legal prowess was top-notch, sir!
Kay:
Yeah, and nothing beat the look on Mr. Alba's face when you revealed the ring's secrets! I was amazed! You're like a totally different person when you step into a courtroom!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth is always ten times fiercer in court!
Edgeworth:
Based on the information Mr. Alba offered up, they've begun large scale operations... ...to clean up the rest of the ring, which I'm happy to leave to Franziska and Agent Lang.
Gumshoe:
So, what are your plans now, Kay?
Kay:
Hm? Oh, well, we've taken care of the creep who killed my father, so I'm not sure... Hey! I know! Maybe I'll just keep on being Mr. Edgeworth's assistant!
Gumshoe:
Are you still trying to steal my job, pal!?
Kay:
Just kidding, just kidding! I can't steal something so important to you, Gummy!
Gumshoe:
Phew, what a relief!
Edgeworth:
Kay?
Kay:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
Even after all that's happened, are you still planning to become a Great Thief?
Kay:
Of course! But I don't want to tarnish the legend of the noble Yatagarasu... ...so I'm going to hold off on doing anything until I make a tight 3-person team of my own!
Gumshoe:
A three-person team...?
Kay:
A three-person team of young beauties the same age as me, if possible!
Edgeworth:
(...With those criteria, I highly doubt you'll find the two other people you need.)
Kay:
My father chose to fight for the truth. I think that's what was so noble about him. So you see, Mr. Edgeworth... ...the only things I will ever steal... are the truths that have been hidden away. I'm going to work extra hard to make a world where the Yatagarasu isn't needed!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Let's both strive for such a future.
Kay:
Well, I guess it's time for me to get going.
Edgeworth:
I see.
Gumshoe:
Kay! Keep your chin up and stay strong, OK!? And don't be a stranger!
Kay:
Don't be worry! I'll be back! I'll be sure to break the lock on the window and sneak in!
Edgeworth:
If you could, I'd appreciate it if you came in through the building's front door...
Gumshoe:
It's OK, Mr. Edgeworth! The lock on my window at home has been broken for forever!
Kay:
Oh! One last thing before I go! Let's take a group picture, just the three of us!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, a commemorative photo! Every big case has to end with one!
Edgeworth:
..................No.
Kay:
Hey! Why not!?
Gumshoe:
Don't tell me you're camera shy, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
O-Of course not, Detective!
Kay:
Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! I'm taking the picture now! Hey! Come back here!
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! You can't run away from this, sir!
Edgeworth:
Ack! Hey! Detective Gumshoe! S-Stop that! I can't be seen doing... that!
Kay:
OK! I'm totally taking it now! Say, "cheeeeeeeeeese!"
Edgeworth:
And thus, the long tale of the KG-8 Incident came to a close. It saw the demise of a smuggling ring and the birth of a little Great Thief. But there is little time to rest and relax... ...for I am eager to tackle the investigation into a new case. The reason for my eagerness is... ...my want to pursue the truth, and... ...my want to believe in the strength of those who use the power of the law for good. As someone who has chosen to live my life as a prosecutor... ...that is my new creed.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, about this piece of evidence...
Lang:
Not so fast!!
Lang:
Lang Zi says: "Confidence is like a soul, and words without confidence are but empty shells." You shouldn't waste your breath on words you have no confidence in, Mr. Prosecutor. Although, it's just as bad to say something in full confidence and be wrong!
Edgeworth:
Arghn!
Kay:
Are you going to let him lecture you about your self-confidence like that!?
Edgeworth:
(I don't need to be overflowing with self-confidence; I just need to think rationally. After all, I only need to be confident in the facts!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang, if you could take a look at this piece of evidence... ...you'd see that there is a very big flaw in your logic.
Lang:
Flaw? Are you sure it's not your eyes that are flawed? Talk to me again when you can see straight!
Edgeworth:
(Gnnrk! Maybe this wasn't the piece I was looking for after all!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Shi-Long Lang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement just now stands in contradiction to this piece of evidence!
Lang:
That thing has nothing to do with what I was saying. Now, put it away! And your logic is so badly in need of repair that you might as well throw it out, too! This is the real deal here. Your courtroom mannerisms are worthless at a crime scene!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk...! You dare to insult the courts!?
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence perfectly exposes the flaw in your logic!
Franziska:
Oh? Well then, why don't you show me how it does just that? Go on!
Gumshoe:
Ooh! I bet it's this part, right? This conflicts with something, right, sir!?
Franziska:
You have no idea what you're talking about, do you!?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Don't speak up when you don't know what you're talking about!
Gumshoe:
Ouch... I was just trying to follow your head, sir...
Franziska:
That you would allow a subordinate to take over... You're a disgrace!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnnnnnnrrrrk! (I guess that wasn't it...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It would seem that your logic is not as perfect as you think it is.
Franziska:
And what is that supposed to mean!?
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence should show you exactly what I mean.
Franziska:
.........Oh, yes. It clearly shows what you're thinking. That you're attempting to buy yourself time!
Edgeworth:
Gnnngh! (I knew I shouldn't have tried to pull a fast one.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I believe your testimony just now conflicts with this piece of evidence.
Franziska:
And I believe that when you use the phrase "I believe", you are anything but certain. Which means that showing me that piece of evidence is just a way to waste time.
Edgeworth:
Aaaaaaaaaah! (She even managed to whip the evidence at the some time!)
Gumshoe:
Owwww!! Why did you whip me, too, sir!?
Edgeworth:
(That's one more victim besides myself and the evidence...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Quercus Alba)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That statement just now stands in clear contradiction to this evidence!
Alba:
No, it doesn't.
Edgeworth:
Ack! (But that's impossible!)
Alba:
Hmph. The prosecutors of this country... Are you all prone to pointing out nonexistent "contradictions"? How frightening it is to think that it might be true.
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... I can't let him drag me down with his insults!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Quercus Alba)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence will reveal the whole sad tale to us!
Alba:
Hmph. I have no interest in listening to such a story. The only story I'm interested in is the glorious one of my shining life. Shall I write you into one of its pages? Consider it an honor.
Edgeworth:
That's quite alright! (He didn't even bat an eye... I suppose this wasn't related after all.)
Alba:
Phwwh... I guess so! Ahahaha! Oh, I just love the way you say that with such confidence! But just as you said, you can only say something is perfect after you've verified it! Now try presenting evidence to me again, but this time, in the correct way, rookie!
Edgeworth:
.........Gnrk! (I was a fool to claim that it was perfect!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Quercus Alba)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement directly contradicts this piece of evidence!
Alba:
Does it now? Hmph. Not that it really matters to me either way. But are you really sure my statement contradicts that piece of evidence?
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (Judging by his overconfident attitude... ...I guess this piece of evidence wasn't related to his statement after all.)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... You can't chase him down with that kind of evidence!
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, I know... (I must think calmly and rationally about this... ...because it's NOT impossible to take this man down!)
Too many penalties (during analyzing Video Tape)
Lang:
You guys... are still here...?
Edgeworth:
Agent Lang! You're back already...!?
Lang:
I told you I'd be back, didn't I? This is my case! And I'm not going to let you guys take it away from me!
Franziska:
I thought you no longer had authority over this case?
Lang:
Authority? I don't care about petty logistics! I am not about to just walk out on this case, not after how far I've come. So sorry, sis... but I need you to get out of here, too.
Franziska:
How dare you!?
Lang:
This is my turf, so get yourself on home to your den! You guys! Escort the nice prosecutors home, will you!?
MIB:
Sir! Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
(What in the world are you thinking, Agent Lang!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during argument of Lang, when Franziska have been accused)
Lang:
Looks like I've got all the answers I need. Come on, sis... It's time for us to go.
Franziska:
Arngh!
Edgeworth:
A-Agent Lang! Please wait!
Lang:
Heh! Sorry, but I'm tired of waiting! Because I'm not one for waiting around for others to solve my case!
Edgeworth:
Ack!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! I demand that you to something about this at once!
Edgeworth:
Ack! (But I'm at a loss of what to do myself!)
Lang:
Hmph... Well, I know I have plenty to ask the sis here about. Let's go!
Franziska:
Miles!
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! Is this really where it all ends...!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (after prove Franziska innocence)
Alba:
Now then, if I could ask you to please leave the premises... As you can see for yourself, I am an old man... and I'm a bit tired from all of this.
Edgeworth:
W-Wait, please!
Alba:
I've made up my mind, so if you could please leave... Agent Lang, a good job to you as well. Although, I don't think we'll ever be meeting again.
Lang:
What!?
Alba:
Now then, please respect the request of the ambassador of the Kingdom of Allebahst... ...and vacate the premises.
Edgeworth:
(Gnrk! Is this it...!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of Theatrum Neutralis)
Alba:
Hmph! Are you still here? Are you still trying to force me to admit!? You people have no reason to still be here. Now, please leave.
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid I can't do that!
Alba:
Heh... If you won't leave on your own, I will have no choice but to force you out.
Kay:
Hold it!
Alba:
I don't believe we'll be meeting again, however, I will pray for your success. Heh heh heh heh heh...
Edgeworth:
We're not through here yet!
Alba:
Haaahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
(Gnrk! Is this it...!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Too many penalties (during argument of Alba)
Alba:
Now then, I believe I must end the game here. You've had enough fun, haven't you?
Edgeworth:
Nngh!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! If you don't do something, he's going to get away!
Alba:
I've already confessed. What else do you want from me?
Edgeworth:
...No... No... I have yet to obtain the truth behind tonight's events!
Alba:
Hmph... Do you think I really care about this "truth" you seek? Now, since I have admitted to my crime, I will need to pay the airport a visit. So if you would be so kind as to move out of my way...
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! (Is there no way to stop this man...?)
Alba:
I don't believe we'll be meeting again, however, I will pray for your success. Heh heh heh heh heh...
Edgeworth:
We're not through here yet!
Alba:
Haaahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
(Gnrk! Is it really "game over"...?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
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Episode 3Turnabout Academy
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Themis Legal Academy. A prestigious high school with alumni in the highest echelons of the legal world. 
October 24, 1:25 PM
Themis Legal Academy
Athena:
Oh, no! I'm gonna be late! *huff* *puff* Whew, finally. So, this is it... the illustrious Themis Legal Academy. (This is the place where many distinguished lawyers and prosecutors got their start. When news spread that Mr. Wright had gotten his attorney's badge back... ...he received a call from this school, asking him to pay a visit. Mr. Wright brought us along, hoping we'd learn something from the experience. But no, I had to go and blow it by getting here thirty minutes late. At least it's not all business today! After all, today's their school festival!)
October 24, 1:29 PM
Themis Legal Academy - 1F Hallway
Athena:
(Wow! This place has school festival written all over it... literally! But why all the cold stares? Is it because everyone's in a school uniform except me? Well, I like the way I dress! Wonder where Mr. Wright and Apollo are?)
Your attention please. This is an announcement from the Mock Trial Committee. The mock trial will begin shortly. All students and faculty please proceed at once to the Lecture Hall. Thank you.
Athena:
(Sounds like a mock trial is about to start, but where's this Lecture Hall? Looks like all the students and faculty are heading that way. Might as well join them. Maybe I'll find Mr. Wright and Apollo there!)
October 24, 1:33 PM
Themis Legal Academy - 3F Lecture Hall
Athena:
(This must be the Lecture Hall. Wow, they spent some serious money on this place. The District Court can't even compete.)
Hey, Athena! Over here!
Athena:
Ah, Mr. Wright! Apollo! I've been looking for you two. I'm so sorry I'm late.
Phoenix:
It's okay. Sorry we couldn't wait for you. But we didn't want to be late for our meeting.
Apollo:
Lucky for you, the person we're supposed to meet also seems to be running late.
???:
Mr. Wright, Mr. Justice, it seems Prof. Courte has yet to arrive. How un-professorial of her to keep visitors to our esteemed institution waiting like this! I shall make her write "I will not--" ...Oh, who do we have here?
Phoenix:
Oh, right. You haven't been introduced yet.
???:
Ah, yes. You must be the young lady Mr. Wright was telling me about. I am Aristotle Means, a professor at this hallowed hall of teaching. I oversee the lawyer course here. It is a pleasure to meet you.
Athena:
I'm Athena Cykes! I just recently got my attorney's badge myself! It's nice to meet you, too!
Means:
How wonderful! So vigorous and vivacious. You just earned yourself a gold star.
Athena:
Wow, thanks! (That big smile of his is kinda scary, though.)
Apollo:
Looks like the mock trial's about to begin. What are we going to do about our meeting?
Athena:
Oh, speaking of the mock trial, do either of you know what it's about?
Means:
Oh, but I thought we had sent a pamphlet to your office.
Phoenix:
Right, the pamphlet... Whatever happened to that?
Athena:
You won't be seeing it again. Trucy used it for the old rip-it-up-and-restore-it trick. ...Unfortunately, it didn't work as advertised.
Means:
Well, it seems I had better explain the situation, then.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Professor.
Talk
Themis Legal Academy
Means:
Now, does anyone have any questions?
Athena:
I do, professor! Could you tell me all about your school?!
Means:
What an excellent question. Here's a gold star for asking! Our academy has three courses to choose from. Students seeking to be lawyers take the lawyer course. Likewise... ...budding prosecutors take the prosecutor course, and future judges, the judge course.
Athena:
Wow, you have everything here for someone who wants to seriously pursue a career in law!
Means:
Yes, well, that's what makes our school special, and today even more so. After all, today we are to be treated to a lecture by the legendary attorney Phoenix Wright. We can't wait to hear all about his return to the legal profession
Athena:
You're giving a lecture, Mr. Wright? But you're not even a professor.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. Yeah, well I'm just giving them what they want.
Today's plans
Athena:
Uh, did you even know you were meant to be giving a lecture here today?
Phoenix:
Yeah, sort of. But I came early because I was supposed to have a meeting... ...with the head of the judge course, Constance Courte.
Apollo:
It's been a whirlwind of a morning. Let's leave it at that.
Means:
Prof. Courte... She is a wonderful instructor, but quite unpunctual.
Athena:
(Oh, so that's who's late.)
Means:
From what I've heard, our esteemed Mr. Wright here... ...is scheduled to hold a training seminar tomorrow, in addition to today's lecture.
Athena:
A training seminar? For lawyers? What exactly does that involve?
Means:
Why, it involves the very skills that make a lawyer, a lawyer! The arm angle when shouting, "Objection!" The proper way to strike the podium... How to project one's voice... And most importantly, how to bluff your way to victory!
Phoenix:
Huh? Um, who exactly do you want me to teach stuff like that to again?
Means:
What a wonderful question. You just earned yourself a gold star! The great honor of taking a seminar by a famous lawyer and a famous prosecutor... That is what is at stake in the mock trial, the crown jewel of the school festival.
The mock trial
Means:
The mock trial in question is a prestigious event that every student aspires to win. The top student in the lawyer course and the top student in the prosecutor course... ...face off in a simulated court case set in this very school! As for the case itself... ...we select the best script written by a judge course student and base our case on that!
Athena:
Ooh! A one-on-one battle?! How thrilling!
Phoenix:
So, if the student studying to be a lawyer wins, they get to take my training seminar? But what if the other student wins? I'm not a prosecutor, so...
Means:
There's no cause for alarm. We have a famous prosecutor ready for just such a case. But exactly who it is, well, that is a special surprise!
Athena:
A famous prosecutor? (No, it can't be...)
Present
Anything
Means:
What magnificent presentation technique! Both your timing and speed were impeccable.
Athena:
Speed?! You mean speed's important when presenting evidence, too?
Means:
Absolutely! The speed and approach angle theorems are the first things we teach here! I believe Mr. Wright and others like him already make extensive use of them.
Athena:
You do, Boss?!
Phoenix:
Well... to some degree, I guess, ah ha ha.
Athena:
It never even crossed my mind. (This lawyer thing is deeper than I thought!)
???:
...Prof. Means, forgive me for interrupting you and your guests. I'm Juniper Woods, a third year in the judge course. Professor, the trial will begin shortly. Since you'll be delivering the pre-trial speech... ...would you mind waiting up in the balcony until we're ready for you?
Means:
My, how very organized you are, Juniper. You just earned yourself a gold star, too. But what about Prof. Courte... Well, I suppose she'll eventually arrive. Now then, I trust you will look after our visitors, Juniper?
Woods:
Yes, of course, Prof. Means.
Athena:
Juniper? Juniper Woods? Is that you?
Woods:
Hm? ...Then-- Athena?! I almost didn't recognize you. I didn't know you were back from Europe.
Phoenix:
Wait, you two know each other? Now that's a coincidence.
Athena:
We've known each other since we were kids. We're like best friends, right, Junie?!
Woods:
Yes... Well, we lived close to each other, so we used to play in the forest together.
Athena:
Yeah, like a lot a lot. (Why won't she look at me? I guess I shouldn't be surprised since we haven't seen each other in a long time.)
Apollo:
Anyway... we're supposed to go wait in the waiting room, right? Not that I wouldn't mind taking in the mock trial you're putting on today.
Woods:
Unfortunately, the mock trial is only for students and faculty. There is one seat reserved for Mr. Wright, but no other exceptions are allowed.
Means:
Yes, I'm very sorry, but it is part of the student curriculum, after all. I hope you won't mind remaining in the waiting room until the trial concludes.
Apollo:
Oh, that's too bad. I was hoping to learn something new today.
Phoenix:
...I'll tell you what, Apollo. Why don't you take my place?
Apollo:
What? Really?
Phoenix:
Sure. Besides, I'd like to meet with Prof. Courte as soon as she gets here.
Athena:
Aw, no fair! I wanna see the mock trial, too!
Phoenix:
Sorry, I'm going to let Apollo pull what little rank he has. ....If it's okay with Prof. Means.
Means:
But of course, Mr. Wright, if that is what you wish.
Phoenix:
It's settled, then. We'll expect a full and detailed report, Apollo, so pay attention!
Athena:
Tsk, being the new kid sure stinks.
Woods:
If you would please follow me. I'll escort you down to the waiting room on the first floor.
October 24, 2:15 PM
Themis Legal Academy - 1F Waiting Room
Athena:
(Still no Prof. Courte... It's been over thirty minutes. And Mr. Wright's snoozing away on the sofa. This is so boring. I should've hid in the Lecture Hall and spied on the mock trial.)
*crash*
Athena:
Eek! Wh-What was that?!
October 24
Themis Legal Academy - 1F Hallway
Phoenix:
*yawn* ...Athena. I could've sworn I just heard something fall down and break. If you go running now, they'll think it was you.
Athena:
W-Well it wasn't me. I think it came from somewhere outside.
Phoenix:
Oh. Well, we better go have a look, seeing as everyone else is in the Lecture Hall.
Athena:
Okay!
October 24
Themis Legal Academy - Outdoor Stage
Athena:
Is this stage for some sort of concert? It kinda reminds me of a courtroom.
Phoenix:
Wait, Athena. Behind the witness stand!
Athena:
What? Eeeeeeeeek!
Phoenix:
Prof. Courte! Can you hear me?! Professor!
Athena:
Wait, that's... that's who we were supposed to be meeting with?!
Phoenix:
......... It looks like our meeting's been canceled for us.
Athena:
No way! This... This can't be real...!
Athena:
I called the police. They should be here soon. ...I'll go tell everyone in the Lecture Hall, too.
Phoenix:
No, wait. They'll find out soon enough once the police get here. Let's do our own crime scene investigation before it gets too crowded around here.
Athena:
Huh?! Are we even allowed to do that?
Phoenix:
It's no big deal, as long as we leave it exactly like we found it. Plus... No, never mind. Anyway, we should look around while the scene's still fresh.
Athena:
But...... Okay, you're the boss.
Talk
Any ideas?
Phoenix:
In addition to checking the body, we should also check the area around it. But we don't have much time, check only what you can. ...Nervous, Athena?
Athena:
Y-Yes! I mean, n-no! (Apollo didn't bat an eye at the alderman's body during that case in Nine-Tails Vale... I can't let him show me up. I can do this. Just take a deep breath and focus!)
About the murder
Athena:
So, Prof. Courte was...
Phoenix:
Yep, the professor I was here to meet with. Turns out, she wasn't running late after all.
Athena:
(How awful. Here she was lying dead and we thought she was late.) What was that you were saying before, Boss? You never finished.
Phoenix:
Hm? Oh, that. Don't worry, I'll fill you in... later. But right now, let's focus on the investigation, okay?
Athena:
O-Okay, sure. (Ugh, the suspense is killing me.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Oh, a shiny new attorney's badge. Brings back memories...
Athena:
I've heard that countless people live in dread of your pointer finger. Were you really that scary back then, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. Strike one. I've always been just as you see me here.
Athena:
A harmless sheep in wolf's clothing?
Phoenix:
Strike two.
Athena:
Do you have an old picture of yourself? Wait, never mind! I'm not sure I want to see it!
Phoenix:
Strike three, you're out.
Anything else
Phoenix:
Listen, Athena. There's a certain amount of etiquette involved in presenting evidence. You're free to shove this or that into my face, but... ...at least get my attention first or give me some sort of a warning.
Athena:
(In other words, do as I say, not as I do.)
Examine
Anything besides the body
Athena:
We should start by studying the body. Hmm, I wonder what's the best angle for this?
Body
Athena:
(Ugh. I guess I really do have to examine the body... Well, guess I'd better get used to stuff like this if I want to be a full-fledged lawyer!)
Arrow
Athena:
Ugh... There's an arrow stuck in her side. Gunshot wounds and stab wounds are pretty common, but arrow wounds?
Phoenix:
This is a homicide any way you slice it. In other words, we have a murder on our hands.
Athena:
(A murder?! Here?!) S-So, that makes this arrow the murder weapon. Well, that and the bow that shot it.
Phoenix:
Right, but where could the killer have shot her from? The stage is a sea of obstructions? I'm no expert on archery, but it can't be easy to hit a target with this much stuff around.
Athena:
Would it be possible to kill someone by stabbing them with an arrow?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure. Guess we better do some more investigating before jumping to conclusions.
Arrow added to the Court Record.
Planner
Phoenix:
What do we have here...? A book? I'm guessing it fell out of her chest pocket.
Athena:
Wait! What if it's her diary?! That's the most private thing a girl has!
Phoenix:
True, but considering the situation at hand, my apologies to the late Prof. Courte.
Athena:
No, don't!
Phoenix:
Hmm, looks more like a planner than a diary. Every page seems to have the same sword mark printed on it at that.
Athena:
I still think a girl deserves her privacy, but this may help us solve the case.
Courte's Planner added to the Court Record.
Any other area
Phoenix:
Notice anything strange about the body? Take a deep breath, and then take a good look.
Athena:
Um... well, now that you mentioned it, there's no blood around it.
Phoenix:
Yet the victim's body is cold and rigor mortis has already started to dissipate. It would appear that quite some time has passed since Prof. Courte was murdered. Thing is, the quad was packed with students up until the start of the mock trial.
Athena:
Wait, then doesn't that mean she was killed at a different location? Ooh, I know! The killer moved the body here while everyone was in the Lecture Hall!
Phoenix:
That's a definite possibility. Notice anything else?
Athena:
Umm... Her arms are raised over her head and there are dark bruises around her wrists.
Phoenix:
Yeah. The professor was probably tied up with something.
Athena:
Eventually, her wrists were unbound, and as she reached up to stretch, she was killed? ...Actually, I'm not so sure about this theory...
Phoenix:
Um... Well, there's not exactly a lot to go on...
After examining arrow and planner:
Athena:
I think that's about all we're going to find out from the body for now.
Phoenix:
Nice work, Athena. Your face only turned five shades of pale. I was expecting fifty. We should probably take a picture of the crime scene, just in case.
Athena:
Okay, I'm on it! Say cheese!
Phoenix:
Cheese? And I thought I was the one with the twisted sense of humor.
Athena:
I think that should do it.
Phoenix:
All right, let's take a better look around the area while we wait for the police to arrive.
Athena:
This pile of rubble sticks out like a sore thumb. Looks like broken pottery or plaster. Maybe this is the source of that noise we heard.
Phoenix:
Hmm, there were supposedly two statues on this stage. I seem to recall hearing that a coed from the Fine Art Club had made them.
Athena:
There were two? Then that thing over there is the remains of another statue?
Phoenix:
This could be related to the case. Let's take a closer look.
Anything besides the pile of rubble
Athena:
There's definitely something here, but there are other pressing issues to take care of. Like doing a careful search of the area around that broken statue.
Broken statue
Athena:
Wonder what this was a statue of. Whatever it was, it was reddish-purple in color.
Phoenix:
When Apollo and I first got here, both statues were already here, but they were covered up. I bet they were waiting to unveil them when the school festival moved here to this stage.
Athena:
You mean this duffle bag-looking thing was actually being used to cover the statues? I guess that just leaves the question, were they broken by accident or on purpose? Hmm... What a puzzle this is.
Newspaper
Athena:
There's something buried in the rubble. ...The Themis Herald?
Phoenix:
Wait, we shouldn't disturb it. Let's just read what we can.
Athena:
"Final Act in Torrid Love Triangle Centered on Campus She-Devil Juniper Woods" "Level-headed lawyer course genius and hot-blooded prosecutor course student... ...will go head to head in a mock trial battle for the she-devil's black heart! Hugh O'Conner has declared that he will confess to her if he wins!" Wait, whaaaaaaaaat?! I seriously wish I hadn't read that!
Phoenix:
You find that more shocking than discovering a murder victim's body?
Athena:
B-B-But, we're talking about my friend Junie here! She'd never lead guys on like that!
Phoenix:
Athena, you don't believe everything you read, do you? This article is clearly written with malicious intent. I'm not buying a word of it.
Athena:
Y-You're right. But it's still disturbing, even if it's third-rate tabloid material.
Themis Herald added to the Court Record.
After examining broken statue and newspaper:
???:
Mr. Wright! Athena!
Athena:
Oh, here comes Apollo! I've never seen anyone move so fast!
Apollo:
*huff*... *huff*... Listen! Something big's happened! I was at the mock trial when the police announced a body had been found on campus!
Phoenix:
That's right. And we're the ones who phoned it in. We found Prof. Courte dead behind the witness stand over there.
Apollo:
WH-WHAAAT?! Can you show me?! ...What the--?!
Athena:
We've already had a quick look at the body. It's definitely a homicide. Once the police get here--
Apollo:
No, I know it's a homicide! I'm shocked because it's the same! Exactly the same!
Phoenix:
Whoa there, Apollo. Take a deep breath and explain what you mean.
Apollo:
It's the same! The body, that is! It's just like it was in the mock trial!
Athena:
What? It's like the mock trial?
Apollo:
I know! It sounds crazy, b-but... The body's location and position, the murder weapon, the lack of pooling blood... It's all exactly like the mock trial!
Athena:
You're kidding, right? It can't really all be the same... can it...?
October 24
Themis Legal Academy - 3F Lecture Hall
Phoenix:
The whole school's in an uproar. There won't be any more classes today.
Apollo:
A murder on campus... That's the last thing I expected at a legal academy.
Phoenix:
I'll go tell Prof. Means what we observed when we discovered the body. You two wait here until you've spoken with the police.
Athena:
Yes, Boss!
Apollo:
*sigh* I can't believe this is happening.
Athena:
I can't believe we have to wait around here. I can't stay still at times like these. (I hope Junie hasn't fainted from the shock of this whole thing.)
Woods:
Ah! Thena... er, I mean, Athena. There you are.
Athena:
Junie! Am I glad to see you! I was worried that--
Woods:
Don't worry about me. I am Student Council President, after all. I need to be strong.
Athena:
Student Council President? Wow, I'm impressed. (She's really changed. She used to be kind of sickly and shy.)
Apollo:
Juniper was it? You mind if we ask you a few questions?
Athena:
Yeah, we're stuck here waiting for the police. And there's really not much to do.
Woods:
Sure, what would you like to know?
Talk
Juniper Woods
Athena:
I haven't seen you in ages, Junie! What's it been, seven years or so?
Woods:
Yes, and I remember how you were always there for me, Athena.
Athena:
Um, maybe it's just me, but I wanted to ask why you seem so distant. Remember how you used to call me Thena? I liked it better that way. It felt like we were sisters, you know?
Woods:
Yes, but I'm Student Council President now. And as the student representative of Themis Legal Academy, I have to act properly.
Athena:
(She was never this stiff and formal before.) I knew you wanted to be a judge, but I didn't expect this. It's such a prestigious school. And you're in the judge course to boot.
Woods:
Yes. And Prof. Courte had been in charge of it until... well, you know.
Athena:
(Oh, right. Prof. Courte was the professor in charge of Junie's course...)
Constance Courte
Apollo:
What sort of teacher was Prof. Courte?
Woods:
If I had to sum her up in a single word, I'd say she was "amazing." "A judge must always seek the truth." That was her mantra, and she used it in trying to... ...fix what was wrong with our school. She was a beacon of hope in this dark age of the law.
Athena:
What's wrong with our school? What did you mean by that?
Woods:
Oh, uh, nothing! Never mind.
Athena:
(Am I imagining things or did I just detect something in Junie's voice?)
Woods:
Prof. Courte chose my script for the mock trial.
Athena:
Oh? You mean all of the students in the judge course had to submit a script? And yours was the one she selected? Wow, that's amazing, Junie!
Woods:
Oh, th-thanks you. But now, Prof. Courte is... Who would do such a thing? Just yesterday we were working together, trying to get things ready... *cough* *cough* *cough* Excuse me.
Athena:
Are you all right, Junie? Maybe you should take it easy for a while. (So she's still got that cough... Guess she's not as strong as she pretends to be.)
The mock trial
Athena:
Why do you need a script in a showdown between a lawyer and a prosecutor?
Woods:
Well, we were simulating a trial, so we needed a script as a framework. All the details about the incident and the people involved are included in the script. We also prepared a crime scene, photos, a murder weapon, and other kinds of evidence.
Apollo:
Wow, you guys think of everything. Must be hard getting all that ready.
Woods:
Yes, well... it was only Prof. Courte and I. After all, we didn't want the script or other elements of the mock trial to get leaked. We were the only ones in the entire school who knew all of the details.
Athena:
Must've been a big pain in the-- er, I mean, that must've been really difficult.
Woods:
I wrote the script so that the case could go either way. That way, the defense and the prosecution both had an equal chance of winning.
???:
Heh, if you think that's all she's capable of, you've got another thing coming.
Athena:
Huh? Who said that?
???:
Juniper's genius doesn't stop at her brilliant script.
???:
YEAAAAAH! She gave an award-winning performance as the defendant, maaaaaan!!!
Apollo:
Um, I think I found a rival to my Chords of Steel.
Woods:
Hugh, Robin, aren't you going to introduce yourselves to our guests? As Student Council President, I won't have you treating them rudely.
???:
Heh, you're right. I heard Mr. Wright was bringing a couple of guests with him. That would be you two? Apollo Justice and Athena Cykes?
Athena:
Yep! I'm Athena Cykes!
Apollo:
And I'm Apollo Justice. Nice to meet you.
???:
...I'll pass on the handshake. I'm studying to be a lawyer. The name's Hugh O'Conner. ...But some call me Mr. Perfect because I never score less than 100% on tests.
Athena:
(Ugh. Most... pretentious... introduction... EVER. And what's with his hand? Is it glued to the inside of his pocket or what? Yeesh.)
???:
Lemme be the first to apologize for Hugh's totally rude introduction! SORRRRRY!!! Now, here's my intro! I'm Robin Newman!!! I'm studying to be a prosecutor! Like the really cool kind that nails the bad guys! NOOOOOO!!! Where's the sincerity?!
Athena:
(So he makes pottery, too? And what's that brace-like contraption for...? Junie sure has made some... unusual friends.)
Woods:
These two were the lawyer and the prosecutor in today's mock trial. And even though I wrote the script, I also played the part of the defendant.
Athena:
"Final Act in Torrid Love Triangle Centered on Campus She-Devil Juniper Woods" "Level-headed lawyer course genius and hot-blooded prosecutor course student... ...will go head to head in a mock trial battle for the she-devil's black heart!" (Wait, THESE two are the guys who supposedly have a thing for Junie?)
O'Conner:
Heh. Juniper, come on. Your role's way beyond just that.
Newman:
That's riiiiiight! The mock trial's just the start! She's also in the school festival's main event! Live on stage, Juniper Woods! And the crowd goes bananas! WOOOOO!!!
Woods:
......... I'm... I'm supposed to sing at the school festival. All of the other girls were too embarrassed to try out, so...
Athena:
My Junie singing? On a stage in front of people? (Wow, she really HAS changed.)
Your performance
Woods:
I was responsible for making everyone's stage costumes. 
And this is what I'll be wearing.
Athena:
That's amazing, Junie, but then again, you were always good at that kind of thing. These constellations in particular are really something.
Woods:
Oh! Um, thank you. One of my favorite things to do is to look up at the stars in the middle of the forest.
Apollo:
Huh, so you're a fan of the night sky then?
Athena:
Wow Apollo, didn't know you were such a romantic.
Apollo:
I-It's not like that! I have this friend -- he and I go way back -- who got me really interested in space.
Athena:
Wait, you had friends when you were young? Color me surprised!
Woods:
As Student Council President, I cannot allow such mean-spirited teasing to continue.
Athena:
Eep.... (I think she's angry.)
Stage Costume added to the Court Record.
Woods:
The costumes were no problem, but as for singing, I'm not sure I--
Newman:
NOOOOO! YOU CAN DOOOOOO IIIIIIT!!!
O'Conner:
That's right. And anyone who says otherwise will have to answer to me.
Athena:
(It's like a chivalrous love triangle -- a damsel in distress and two knights in shining armor. Maybe that Themis Herald article wasn't too far from the truth. Speaking of the latest news, I wonder how the mock trial turned out.)
So, who won?
Athena:
So, how did the mock trial end?
Woods:
We were just about to reach a verdict when the police arrived. Now we'll never know how it would've turned out.
Apollo:
I guess that's what happens when there's a real murder during a fake murder trial.
Athena:
It ended right before the verdict? Talk about bad timing...
O'Conner:
.........
Newman:
I was THIS close, maaan! I bet I woulda won!!!
Apollo:
But I bet the defense wasn't doing too badly either, right?
O'Conner:
We'll settle this some other time. And I assure you, I WILL win when that time comes.
Newman:
Like I'm gonna let that happen! I DON'T THINK SO!!!
Athena:
I hope they don't end up hurting each other.
Woods:
Oh, don't worry. The three of us have been good friends since we enrolled here.
O'Conner:
Heh. We even have proof of our friendship.
Athena:
Proof? Like physical evidence, proof?
Woods:
Yes. We're studying for a career in law, and in the legal world, evidence is everything.
Newman:
Yeaaaaaah!!! As long as our friendship lasts! You can bet we'll be carrying them around!
Athena:
Ah, the famed "Themis Legal Academy ingenuity" at work! So, what exactly is this proof of friendship, anyway?
Woods:
.........Well... It's a secret. And if I show you, it would be bad luck.
Athena:
Oh, okay... (I knew it. There's definitely some discord in Junie's voice.)
O'Conner:
Our friendship is sacred and inviolable. It's not something to be put cheaply on display.
Newman:
Proof?! We don't need no stinkin' proof! Us three are friends foreveeeeeer!!!
Athena:
(I can hear discord in their voices, too! But they're talking about their friendship. What's going on here?)
Apollo:
Something wrong, Athena?
Athena:
No, it's... it's nothing.
Apollo:
Oh... All right, then...
Present
Attorney's Badge
Woods:
That's your attorney's badge, isn't it! I really envy you, you know. That gold sunflower really suits you.
Athena:
Thanks. But I know you'll make a fabulous judge someday, Junie.
Woods:
Th-Thank you... But... Even if I become a judge, I'll never have one of those sunflower badges.
Athena:
(Wait, so she only envies me for the badge?)
Themis Herald
Woods:
Oh, th-that's...
Athena:
Heh heh. Sorry, but I couldn't help reading it. You always were popular with the guys.
Woods:
Th-That's not true! I... I was never...!
Athena:
You just didn't realize it. But that made you even more irresistible. It's been seven years, but I still remember how all the boys wanted to be near you.
Apollo:
I bet you used to get all excited when a guy handed you a love letter... ...and then got really bummed out when he's say, "Could you give this to Juniper for me?"
Athena:
Agh! (How'd he know?! I'm sure it was just a lucky guess, but why'd it have to be Apollo of all people?!)
Anything else
Woods:
Athena, you know it's against school rules for you to have such things in your possession. As Student Council President, I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate that. Hand it over, please.
Athena:
But this is important evidence.
Woods:
...Oh, well, then I suppose we can make an exception just this once.
Athena:
(Wow, she's one tough law-and-order type president, all right.)
Apollo:
Hey, isn't that--!
???:
Everyone, stay right where you are! Don't move a muscle!
Athena:
D-Detective Fulbright? Is something wrong?
Fulbright:
Why, if it isn't my little lawyer friends! Sorry, but the small talk will have to wait. Juniper Woods, you're under arrest for the murder of Constance Courte!
Woods:
...I'm what?
Athena:
W-Wait a second! What's going on here?! Why are you arresting Junie?!
Apollo:
Please, Detective Fulbright. We're involved in this case, too.
Fulbright:
Ah-ha! So, you're the lawyers the dispatch said were first on scene! I can't tell you everything, but I will say this. There are two major reasons for her arrest. Number one! The suspect led someone to where the body was.
Woods:
I-I didn't--!
Fulbright:
And number two! The crime scene is exactly how the suspect portrayed it in her script!
Athena:
But...! You can't arrest her on just those grounds!
Fulbright:
True. But there's more! However, Prosecutor Blackquill specifically told me to say no more than that!
Athena:
(So Blackquill's the prosecuting attorney on this one, too...?)
Policeman:
Detective Fulbright! We found this in the suspect's pocket!
Fulbright:
Hm? Wh-Why there's...! There's blood on this!
Woods:
Th-That's evidence we made for the mock trial!
Fulbright:
A mock... trial? Never heard of such a thing, but it sounds fishy to me! Real fishy! Now, if you would, officers.
Policeman:
Yes, sir!
Woods:
B-But... *cough, cough* I... *cough*
Athena:
Junie! (I have to do something! I... I can't let them take her away like this!)
Fulbright:
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.
Athena:
............
Athena:
Anime cutscene
Athena:
Hold it! I refuse to believe that she's the killer! Junie! I've decided, I'm going to defend you! I'll fight with everything I've got!
Woods:
Th-Thena...
Athena:
Junie... It's good to hear you say that name again.
Fulbright:
Hate to interrupt your bonding time, but... Aren't you rather new to all this? You're barely even a lawyer!
Athena:
Well, I don't have much experience, and I may need Apollo and Mr. Wright's help at times... ...but nobody believes in Junie as much as I do!
Apollo:
I'll help you, too, Juniper. There's no way you murdered your professor.
Woods:
Thena... *cough* Apollo... Thank *cough* you both. I'm counting on you! *cough, cough*
Athena:
We've got your back, Junie!
Fulbright:
Guess things worked out after all. Now that you have your lawyers, Ms. Woods, it's time for us to head back to the station.
Athena:
(I can't believe Junie's been arrested for murder. And I can't believe I accepted her case without asking Mr. Wright!)
Apollo:
Take a deep breath and relax, Athena. I'm here to help with whatever you need, so let's get right on the case!
Athena:
Right!
O'Conner:
Heh. I won't have this case left in the hands of rank amateurs. If anyone's going to solve this case, it'll be me. Time to investigate.
Athena:
Why that smug little--! (He hasn't even finished law school!)
Newman:
HUUUUUUGH!!! That was totally ruuude!!! And you're not the only one on the case, maaaaaan!!! I'm in, too! Big time! JUUUUUUUUUNIPER WOOOOOOODS!!! I'm gonna save yooooooooou!!!
Apollo:
Now that those two are gone, let's get back to what I was talking about in front of the stage. ...About the mock trial, that is.
Athena:
Oh, right! You said the victim's location, position, and so on were just like in the script!
Apollo:
Exactly. But without the script or any props, it's kind of hard to explain.
???:
Perhaps I could help... Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
P-Prosecutor Gavin! What are you doing here?
Athena:
You two seem to know each other. Is someone going to introduce me?
Klavier:
Why, I do believe we have a fresh face here. Greetings, Fräulein. I am Klavier Gavin. Some know me as a prosecutor, but I'm most famous for my former rock band. We were quite popular you know, but regrettably, the band went kaput. Perhaps you've heard of us? The Gavinners? I was the lead vocalist.
Athena:
Never heard of your band. Then again, I was out of the country till only recently. But... can I get your autograph?!
Apollo:
You just met him like three seconds ago and you want his autograph?
Klavier:
Forgive me Fräulein, but I've retired from the music biz. But I'd be happy to offer my autograph as rock star prosecutor, Klavier Gavin.
Athena:
Oh, okay. That one, then!
Klavier:
She's a lively one, eh, Herr Forehead? Didn't know she was your type.
Apollo:
.........She's the newest member of Wright Anything Agency, that's all.
Athena:
Nice to meet you! I'm Athena Cykes!
Klavier:
A pleasure to meet you too, Athena Cykes. Now that the intros are out of the way... ...I'm sure you have some questions for me, ja, Herr Forehead?
Talk
Why are you here?
Apollo:
So, what are you doing here, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
I'm here for the same reason as your boss -- to give a lecture and a training seminar.
Athena:
(So HE'S the famous prosecutor they invited!)
Klavier:
And... I have another crucial role to play. The Gavinners are getting back together for a one-time special performance.
Apollo:
Even though you guys disbanded? ...Which was a shame, by the way. Really.
Klavier:
Ja, I know how much you... adored our music, Herr Forehead. Anyway, I studied abroad in Germany to get my badge early, but I did graduate from here.
Athena:
Wait, so that performance Junie mentioned...
Klavier:
I see you've already heard about that. One student representative was selected to sing with us onstage. And the stage was supposed to look like this tomorrow. Two big banners and a pair of wicked statues. This is just an illustration, but it's not half bad.
Athena:
Wicked statues...? Wait are these supposed to be you and Mr. Wright?
Klavier:
Bingo, Fräulein. And they were so big and magnificent, too! What a terrible waste. But the worst part of this whole thing is... ...my long-awaited reunion with my mentor never came to pass.
Athena:
Wait, don't tell me your mentor was--!
Klavier:
Prof. Courte. She was the one who taught me how to think about the law.
Constance Courte
Athena:
So, Constance Courte was your professor here at the academy...
Klavier:
She may have taught the judge course, but she had a huge impact on me. She was fond of saying, "The end is only justified through proper means." She wouldn't tolerate dishonesty and always revered what was right beyond all else.
Athena:
(I can feel Prosecutor Gavin's sadness. Oh, no, I think I'm gonna cry... *sniffle*)
Apollo:
Athena? Are you tearing up? Though I can't blame you... Prosecutor Gavin owes a lot of who he is to Prof. Courte.
Klavier:
Exactly. So, as you can see, we are both joined in purpose, so to speak, ja?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Klavier:
May I ask why you people present your attorney's badges like that? It seems like Herr Forehead and Mr. Wright always want to show theirs off, too.
Athena:
Well, let me ask you, Prosecutor Gavin. Why do you play air guitar?
Klavier:
Ah!
Athena:
It would seem the answer we seek can be found in much the same place.
Apollo:
I never gave it that much thought, actually. I always just whip it out.
Themis Herald
Klavier:
Did I ever mention I'm a graduate of this fine institution? The mock trials... They sure bring back memories. So many unforgettable battles.
Athena:
Really? So, you stood on that stage, too?
Klavier:
Ja, I waited on my air guitar, rocked out to the beat, and exposed crimes for all to see. You could say this is where my hard-rocking prosecutorial style made its debut.
Athena:
Hard-rocking prosecutorial style? How did your mock trial turn out?
Klavier:
Achtung, baby! I brought the house down and had the crowd on its feet! Ever since, the academy has held a live concert in conjunction with the mock trial.
Athena:
(All I wanted to know was how the trials turned out...)
Anything else
Klavier:
Why, Fräulein, what a wonderful piece of evidence you have there. But I imagine no matter what you present... ...it would be impossible for it to be more persuasive than your beauty.
Athena:
(Too bad it doesn't work that way in court, too...)
Klavier:
Now, let's rock this place hard!
Apollo:
Huh? I don't follow. Let's rock what?
Klavier:
Forget already, Herr Forehead? I said I'd help you explain the mock trial. We're going to reprise it right here in the Lecture Hall! It might help us catch her killer!
October 24
Themis Legal Academy - 3F Lecture Hall
Mock Trial Reenactment
All Rise
Klavier:
Right. the stage is ready. And you, Herr Forehead? Ready to rock?!
Apollo:
Um, no, the defense is not ready to rock.
Klavier:
You saw the actual mock trial earlier, right? Just relax, you'll do fine. Besides, we have the script right here.
Athena:
Junie's masterpiece?! The one everyone's been talking about?!
Klavier:
Ja, and there's only one in existence. I "borrowed" it, if you will. Now, Fräulein, we'll need you to play the part of defendant and judge as per the script.
Athena:
Okay, got it!
Klavier:
I've only read the case outline so far. I don't know how it actually turns out, so I'll treat this like I'm prosecuting a real case. You, Herr Forehead, will play the part of a fledgling lawyer, a role you were born to play. All the evidence is also here with us. We have everything we need to reprise the mock trial.
Athena:
Très bien! Let's get started. Defendant-slash-judge Athena Cykes, is psyched and ready to rock! Court is now in session for our reenactment of the mock trial... ...or what I'd like to call the mock mock trial!
Klavier:
Ja, a double mockery, perhaps, but a trial is still a trial. Achtung, baby! It's no holds barred! Let's rock!
Apollo:
Aw, can't we take it easy today?
Athena:
Athena:
It may just be a mock of a mock, but there's only one way to compete! You play to win! So remember, each time I catch you slacking off, I'm holding you in contempt of court!
Apollo:
Great... A judge that voices her own objections AND abuses her judicial powers.
Talk
Summary of the facts
Athena:
Now, then, Prosecutor Gavin, your opening statement if you please.
Klavier:
You got it, Fräulein Judge! Our case is set in a school very much like this one. The victim -- a professor, female. The defendant -- an Archery Club member, also female.
Athena:
Oh me, oh my... I'm innocent! Innocent I tell you!
Klavier:
That's some seriously bad acting, Fräulein. Anyway, the victim's body was discovered in the middle of the quad. Here's a shot of the crime scene. Ironically, it was Prof. Courte who posed as the corpse. Herr Forehead, how did the mock trial participants react to this photo?
Apollo:
Mr. Newman was surprised by what Prof. Courte was wearing. He reacted with, "Oh, the green sweat suit."
Athena:
(That's not exactly what I would pick to focus on, so why would he care about that?)
Klavier:
Ah, too much of a fledgling to know what's important, that one. In any case... ...both in the mock trial and the actual case, Prof. Courte was wearing a sweat suit. Moving right along--
Apollo:
Apollo:
Hey, wait a sec! The body was discovered in the same area as the mock case, although there was a stage. Plus, the murder weapon, an arrow, and the lack of blood are also the same!
Klavier:
That's right. And therein lies the significance of this mock mock trial. So let's keep rockin' it hard, just like that!
Defense's argument
Klavier:
Before the crime occurred, the defendant was to meet the victim in the quad.
Athena:
Um, ahem... Let's see here... "When I arrived at our meeting place, I found the professor with an arrow in her stomach! But... it wasn't me! I didn't kill her!"
Apollo:
You don't have to ham it up like that, Athena.
Klavier:
It's called getting into character, Herr Forehead. Don't be such a wet blanket.
Apollo:
Right... Um, let's see... Oh yeah, then Hugh said... "A frail coed used her bare hands to stab her professor with an arrow? I don't think so. At the time of the murder, a male student was seen... ...holding a bow in the Archery Club room, which has a clear view of the quad. He shot the arrow into the victim before my client even got there!"
Klavier:
Nein nein, Herr Forehead. That feigned swagger does not suit you in the least.
Athena:
Order! Order!!! ORDER!!! Especially you, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
Me?! But I was just trying to get into it like Mr. Euro Rocker said.
Prosecution's rebuttal
Athena:
So, the victim was shot from the Archery Club room before the meeting even took place. Hence, the defendant could not be the killer. That seems to be the defense's assertion. Prosecutor Gavin, do you have any objections?
Klavier:
The autopsy report notes that the edges of the victim's wound were unusually ragged. Could such physical trauma possibly result from an arrow shot from a bow? Nein! I believe the victim was impaled with the arrow by hand... postmortem. In short, the real murder weapon was not the arrow at all.
Apollo:
When Robin was prosecutor, he had a tough time determining the real murder weapon.
Klavier:
Well, he's just a student, a warm-up act, while I am the real deal, the headliner, so to speak. The true murder weapon was most likely the awl that was left in the art room.
Athena:
An awl, what's that? Er, I mean... Hmm... An awl, you say? What might that be?
Klavier:
It's a kind of tool used for poking holes in paper, wood, and other materials. It's kind of like an ice pick. I have a photo here if you're interested.
Athena:
Gross.. It's all bloody up to the handle. Please tell me it's just paint.
Klavier:
Most likely, Fräulein. Pretty realistic, ja? Let's pretend it's real blood for now. The defendant's prints were lifted from the murder weapon. Furthermore, traces of the victim's blood were discovered in the art room. That's where I believe the murder actually took place.
Athena:
So, the question now is, how did the body get from the art room to the stage?
How the body was moved
Klavier:
The murder took place in the third floor art room, but the body was found in the quad.
Athena:
It must've been quite a chore moving the body all that way.
Klavier:
Not at all. There's a maintenance area and storehouse right outside the art room. And a cart used to carry balls around was found there.
Athena:
Oh, I think I've seen one of those before. But that's a pretty big one.
Klavier:
A jumbo, ja? Big enough to fit a person -- or a body -- in it. The defendant dropped the body from the art room window, then moved it with the cart. That is how a high-school girl could easily move a body all by herself!
Athena:
Y-You don't saaaaaaaaaaay!
Apollo:
Apollo:
"A body dropped from three stories up would show signs of massive blunt force trauma!"
Klavier:
Klavier:
That may be true, but... ...you failed to account for the large high jump mat in the storehouse. A body dropped onto such a mat would show no signs of blunt force trauma.
Apollo:
Yikes... It's almost scary how similar this whole case is to the mock trial proceedings.
After clearing all Talk options:
Klavier:
Quite the crafty killer. In an attempt to case suspicion on the Archery Club... ...they moved the body to the quad where it would be an easy shot from the clubroom. Then the killer faked the murder weapon by inserting an arrow into the awl's stab wound.
Athena:
(Sounds like he has only high praise for Junie's script.)
Klavier:
Were there any further arguments from the defense?
Apollo:
Nope. It seemed like the teacher who was playing the judge was satisfied, too.
Klavier:
Time for the finale, then. Your verdict if you please, Fräulein Judge!
Athena:
Huh? Oh, right, that's me! Very well, this court finds the defendant, Juniper Woods-- Wait a second. Even if this is just a mock trial of a mock trial... ...I don't want to declare Junie guilty!
Klavier:
Yeah, perhaps that's not such a good idea. Let's end our mock mock trial here. Besides, it's about time I get back to my investigation.
Athena:
Thanks, you two! That little run-through of the mock trial cleared up quite a few things!
Mock Trial Script added to the Court Record.
Klavier:
Achtung, baby! The prosecution's already got a witness sized up, too.
Athena:
That was quick. (Prosecutor Blackquill's almost too good...)
Apollo:
You're in such a helpful mood today, Prosecutor Gavin...
Klavier:
Well, like I said, I just want to catch whoever killed Prof. Courte. And there's no reason for me to start butting heads with you two. Anyway, I won't say goodbye, as I'm sure I'll be seeing you later.
Athena:
I always thought prosecutors were all a rather scary bunch. But Prosecutor Gavin seems pretty nice.
Apollo:
Yeah, he's not so bad as prosecutors go. We should get back to investigating, too. We don't have nearly enough information yet.
Athena:
And we also have to tell Mr. Wright that we accepted Junie's case.
Apollo:
Right. Looks like we have our work cut out for us!
Talk
Any ideas?
Apollo:
The most prominent feature of this case is how closely it resembles the script. That makes it a tough one because we have to have a firm understanding of them both.
Athena:
No sweat! We can reenact the mock trial as many times as we want by reading the script! I'll check it out in the Court Record and commit it to memory later!
Apollo:
Good. I bet the script and the mock trial are going to be the centerpiece of the real trial. Make sure you know them inside and out.
Athena:
Yes, sir, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
Mr. Justice? Careful, I could get used to that.
The investigation
Athena:
Apollo, any advice on how to investigate this case?!
Apollo:
Oh, uh... Start by interviewing people about the basic facts.
Athena:
Interview people! Got it! Hey, you there! What can you tell me about the--
Apollo:
Whoa, hold on, Athena! The trial's tomorrow, so try to limit it to people with some relation to the case.
Athena:
Okay, got it! Limit the interview pool!
Apollo:
Right... You might also want to take it down a notch, otherwise you'll be dead by tomorrow.
Athena:
(He wants me to calm down?! At a time like this?! Junie's fate rests in my hands. I just HAVE TO win this one...!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Oh, nice. Your attorney's badge! That's the first thing you want to present when you meet someone new. I heard that's what all lawyers do.
Athena:
You heard that? From whom?
Apollo:
Who else, Mr. Wright. Just remember, your badge comes first! See, Athena! Check it out! This is my attorney's badge!
Athena:
(Ooh! That's so intense! I want to present mine like that, too!)
Themis Herald
Apollo:
A torrid love triangle? Juniper sure is popular with the guys.
Athena:
Of course she is. She's pretty, plus she has such a sweet and caring personality.
Apollo:
.........
Athena:
I know what you're thinking. Why can't Athena be more like that, right?
Apollo:
Argh! N-No, no! The thought never crossed my mind!
Athena:
(Let's see... Panic... Sorrow... Yep, that's exactly what crossed his mind. *sigh*)
Mock Trial Script
Apollo:
The mock trial was quite the heated battle.
Athena:
Tsk, Mr. Wright didn't even hear me when I said I wanted to see it. That was so unfair. We should've done rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to watch. I know I would've totally beaten you.
Apollo:
How could you know that? The game's totally random.
Athena:
No, I can tell you favor scissors. I mean, the proof's sticking right out of your head.
Apollo:
Huh? What're you talking about?
Athena:
(Like I said, it's right there on your head!)
Anything else
Apollo:
Yes! Nice one, Athena. Keep it up! I don't care if it's totally unrelated to the case or just plain annoying or even embarrassing. Just keep presenting evidence without any regard for others! That's the first step towards becoming a successful trial lawyer!
Athena:
Leave it to me! I'll one piece after another, and then another!
Outdoor Stage (before talking to Juniper Woods)
Policeman:
Hey, what do you think you're doing? The crime scene is off limits to students.
Athena:
Tsk, I'm no student. I'm a lawyer!
Policeman:
Yeah, right! Just because you're in law school doesn't mean you're a lawyer!
Apollo:
You should see what she did to the last cop who said something like that her.
Policeman:
Why you--! Are you threatening an officer of the law?!
Apollo:
Yikes! N-N-No, it's not a threat! It's more like a friendly warning!
Athena:
(...*sigh* Guess we should go before I get myself arrested for assaulting an officer.)
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
Any ideas?
Trucy:
A school festival? Why didn't you take me with you?
Athena:
Oh, um... Only Mr. Wright was officially invited. Apollo and I are just tagging along, but we ARE lawyers, after all.
Trucy:
Well, my magic act would've made a great warm up for the mock trial. They'd have seen how even the most crucial evidence could vanish in the blink of an eye!
Athena:
(That's probably precisely why Mr. Wright didn't invite you.)
The academy
Trucy:
Athena, don't you think the Wright Anything Agency has about run its course?
Athena:
Wh-What do you mean?
Trucy:
Isn't it obvious? It's time for the Wright Anything Academy! And you, Athena, I want you to be the head of our Psychology Department.
Athena:
Oh... What other departments will we have?
Trucy:
Well, I'll be the head of the Magic Department... ...and we'll have a Chords of Steel Department and a Bluffing Department!
Athena:
(But then who'll be the head of the Toilet Cleaning Department?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Trucy:
Hey, that's an attorney's badge!
Athena:
Promise me you won't make it disappear.
Trucy:
Ah! What a mean thing to say! Do I look like someone who'd do something like that?
Athena:
No, I didn't mean it like that. Anyway, I hear they reissue badges that get lost, so...
Trucy:
Hey, isn't that great! That means you have nothing to worry about!
Athena:
Yeah! ...But seriously, please don't make mine disappear. I wouldn't want to have to explain.
Themis Herald
Trucy:
Hey, is that the morning paper?
Athena:
Something like that. It's a school paper. I was thinking, your magic tricks would make a great article.
Trucy:
Really?! A newspaper article about my tricks? That would be so cool! The moment the interview starts, I'd suddenly disappear, shocking the interviewer! Without an actual interview, they could call the article, "The Interview that Vanished"!
Athena:
(I'll just leave it at that.)
Anything else
Trucy:
Wow, thanks, Athena! That'll make a great new prop for my magic act!
Athena:
Huh? But that's--
Trucy:
So, what kind of trick should I do with it? Make it disappear? Burn it? Rip it in two?
Athena:
Ha ha ha. Let's just save that fun little detail for later.
Trucy:
Aww, you're no fun.
October 24
Themis Legal Academy - 1F Hallway
Athena:
Ah, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I heard they arrested your friend Juniper.
Apollo:
Yeah, Detective Fulbright just took her in.
Means:
I refuse to believe that one of our students is capable of murder. We must prove her innocent by any means necessary! The end justifies the means!
Athena:
What do you mean, the end justifies the means?
Means:
I, Prof. Means, always say what I mean, and mean what I say by all means! Here at our esteemed academy, we train our students to produce meaningful results. You believe in Juniper's innocence, do you not?
Athena:
Of course, I do! Junie wouldn't even hurt a fly!
Means:
Precisely. We have justice on our side. The only other thing we need are results. It is the height of folly to endanger your client by failing to pursue all means possible!
Athena:
Um... sure I want to prove her innocence, but... (I don't like the sound of that "end justifies the means" part.)
Means:
Well, you are still young and idealistic. It's no wonder you fail to see the wisdom therein. There is but one thing to do now. I must personally take up Juniper's defense.
Phoenix:
You're going to take her case, Prof. Means?
Means:
I may be a professor, but I am still licensed to practice law. In fact, I have even battle Prof. Courte in... well... in court!
Apollo:
No kidding?! So you guys were rivals or something?
Means:
No, nothing of the sort. She was an esteemed colleague at the academy and in court. You see, both Prof. Courte and I graduated from this academy at the top of our class.
Athena:
(Wow, I bet they both used to really bring it.)
Means:
Now, if you would excuse me, I had best go discuss the case with Juniper.
Athena:
Prof. Means, please, wait! I didn't want to say anything, but Apollo and I already agreed to take her case.
Apollo:
It's true. Juniper is counting on us to prove her innocence.
Means:
Really now? You two?
Phoenix:
And when were you planning on telling me?
Athena:
S-Sorry, Boss. I know we should've asked first, but...
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. Relax. Your friend was just hauled away in front of your eyes. Sometimes you just have to make snap decisions. And I think you made the right one.
Means:
How wonderful! Very well, Athena Cykes, let me ask you just one thing. As a lawyer, what is it that you treasure beyond all else?
Athena:
Heh heh! That's any [sic] easy one, Professor! Seeking justice for my clients!
Means:
What a wonderful answer. Juniper must be overjoyed to have a friend such as you. As her professor, I too, shall do whatever I may to help her. And if you decide to take the-end-justifies-the-means strategy, come see me at once!
Athena:
(Let's hope it never comes to that.)
Means:
Now, if you would excuse me.
Phoenix:
Well, time's a wasting. You better start investigating and fast. But first, how about I tell you everything I know so far?
Athena:
Yes, please!
Talk
About the murder
Athena:
Have you learned anything new about the case?
Phoenix:
Actually, I ran into Prosecutor Gavin, and he told me something interesting. Seems the murder took place in the art room. There's traces of a large pool of blood there. So the police believe the body was moved from there to the stage.
Athena:
What? Really?! (Just like the mock trial again!)
Phoenix:
The police are searching the art room, but whether they'll find anything, well...
Athena:
Well what? (Come to think of it...)
Phoenix:
Let's do our own crime scene investigation before it gets too crowded around here.
Athena:
Huh?! Are we even allowed to do that?
Phoenix:
It's no big deal, as long as we leave it exactly like we found it. Plus... No, never mind.
Athena:
(Now, where was I again?)
Phoenix:
But there's really no need to talk about it right here, right now. I want you two to find out for yourselves.
Rumor about the academy
Phoenix:
So, were you shocked by your conversation with Prof. Means?
Athena:
Oh, umm, I guess so. (Actually, that was pretty shocking.)
Phoenix:
The dark age of the law... I'm sure you've heard those words before.
Athena:
Sure, a number of times. Prosecutors file false charges and lawyers fight back by fabricating evidence. There's a lot of that going around these days.
Apollo:
But the question is, how is it related to the case at hand?
Phoenix:
Training students to produce results... That is the school's policy.
Athena:
Well, that in and of itself isn't a bad thing.
Phoenix:
Right. ...As long as those results come by fair and honest means.
Athena:
Oh, but what was it that Prof. Means said?! "The end justifies the means"?
Phoenix:
To survive the dark age of the law, you must use any means necessary. Fabrication of evidence and false charges are unavoidable in the quest for results. That's what they're preaching here at Themis Legal Academy.
Athena:
B-But... What'll happen to our legal system if results are all that matter anymore?!
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha, relax. It's just a rumor. I'd take it with a grain of salt if I were you.
Athena:
Oh, that's a relief. (He had me going there for a minute. Wait a second! What if Mr. Wright examined the victim's body for a reason! Maybe he was worried someone might actually tamper with the evidence!)
Present
Themis Herald or Mock Trial Script
Phoenix:
Things like that sure scream out "school days," don't they?
Athena:
Were you involved in any extracurricular activities like school papers or mock trials?
Phoenix:
Nah, that wasn't my thing. I was an art major.
Athena:
An art major? Then how did you become a famous attorney?
Phoenix:
It's kind of complicated. And when I say, kind of, I mean really, really complicated.
Athena:
Oh... (...He must really mean it. I'm picking up a lot of complex emotions in his voice.)
Phoenix:
I think that about wraps up what I know so far. The fact that this case closely resembles Ms. Woods's script is obviously important. Knowing that, you should probably try and identify what's the same and what's different.
Athena:
Okay! I'll try talking to as many people as I can on campus!
October 24
Themis Legal Academy - 3F Lecture Hall
Athena:
Look, there's Hugh! Hey, Huuuuugh!
O'Conner:
Oh, it's you two. Do you want something?
Apollo:
Did you find anything? You said you were going to do some investigating of your own.
O'Conner:
Nope, nothing yet. I'm afraid it's not looking very good for Juniper.
Apollo:
You don't really think Juniper could have done something like this, do you?
O'Conner:
Only the author and the victim knew the contents of the script. Both the stage and the art room were in the exact same state as described therein. Nobody could mimic the crime like that unless they'd already read the script... or... wrote it.
Athena:
B-But!
O'Conner:
Look, Prof. Means is better able to handle this than you two, so just leave it to him!
Athena:
(There it is again. I'm picking up some discord in Hugh's voice.)
Talk
Hugh O'Conner
Athena:
Hugh, would you mind telling me a bit about yourself?
O'Conner:
Heh, whatever. I'm 6'1" and under this uniform, I'm one hundred percent lean muscle. My grades are outstanding and I'm the ace of the Archery Club. Needless to say... ...I never miss my mark. Oh, and I'm incredibly humble, too.
Athena:
(How can he even say that with a straight face?)
O'Conner:
Those around me call me a genius, but I pay them no mind. But when it comes to tests... I always get a hundred percent, so I suppose it's only natural for them to say I'm a genius. But, as I said before, I pay them no mind.
Athena:
(I heard you the first time.)
Apollo:
But what about the mock trial? It sounded like you were about to lose to Robin.
O'Conner:
Heh. There's a very good reason for that. You see, right before the mock trial started... I saw the body.
Athena:
Y-You saw the body?!
O'Conner:
Right, and I was so distraught that I basically handed Robin a victory.
Apollo:
Hugh, would you mind telling us a little more about that?
Discovering the body
O'Conner:
Right before the mock trial, the campus was empty. Everyone was here in the Lecture Hall.
Your attention please. This is an announcement from the Mock Trial Committee. The mock trial will begin shortly. All students and faculty please proceed at once to the Lecture Hall.
Athena:
(That's right... There was that announcement and the everyone came in here.)
O'Conner:
The only exceptions were the mock trial participants. Juniper, Robin, and I were in our personal dressing rooms next door.
Apollo:
Wow, your own personal dressing rooms? That's total VIP treatment.
O'Conner:
Actually, they're for student-teacher meetings. They don't even have windows. The other two waited patiently in their rooms, but that's not my style. So, I headed over to the archery range on the other side of the quad. I did some meditation while I waited. That's the best way to relax. Then, just before the mock trial was about to start, I headed back toward the main building. As I walked across the quad, I passed in front of the stage.
Athena:
So, that's when you saw the body?
O'Conner:
Right. It was quite a shock. As much as I hate to admit it, my legs were shaking. I could've easily beaten Robin if it hadn't been for that.
Apollo:
Wait, hold it right there. You went through with the mock trial even though you had just discovered a body? Why didn't you tell anyone? I mean, we're talking about someone getting killed here!
Athena:
I think I know why... Was it because of this?
O'Conner:
Ah! Where'd you get that?!
Athena:
So, this article in the Themis Herald IS true. The winner of the mock trial would get to make his confession to Junie.
O'Conner:
Right. But if I reported the body I'd found, the whole thing would be called off.
Athena:
(He really wanted to win that bad? Bad enough to ignore a dead body? Sorry, but that's not normal. ...Or could their love for Junie really be that strong?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
O'Conner:
Heh. Your attorney's badge? Looks brand new. That just shows how inexperienced and useless you are.
Athena:
Well, when you get your badge, it will be new and shiny, too!
O'Conner:
Heh. You mouth-breathers just don't get it, do you? My badge will be a symbol of my genius. From the moment I get it... It will be chipped, bent, and worn as if it's been through a thousand courtroom battles.
Athena:
(He's like some hipster doofus.)
Arrow
O'Conner:
That's from the Archery Club. We let the school use it for the mock trial. 
Never figured it would end up being used like it was.
Athena:
Of course, the real murder weapon isn't an arrow at all.
O'Conner:
I know. But the fact remains that it was used in this whole insidious plot. But a mouth-breather like you couldn't possibly understand. You see, archery is a sport that demands advanced mental focus. And the killer's actions have done harm to its image.
Athena:
I know exactly what you mean, except for that mouth-breather remark.
O'Conner:
Well, let's hope that someday you will because it couldn't be any more self-evident.
Athena:
(I like him less and less every time he opens his mouth.)
Courte's Planner
Athena:
Is it just me or is this your name here?
O'Conner:
Heh, that's my name, but how should I know what it's doing there? But being that the whole campus looks up to me... ...I'm not surprised to find my name mentioned here and there.
Athena:
(And I'm not surprised he said that, being the narcissist he is.)
Themis Herald or Themis Herald Extra
Athena:
So, you really declared that you'd confess to Junie if you won the mock trial? (Because he's definitely not the shy type.)
O'Conner:
Heh. Yeah, well, that's just the genius that is me. My thoughts and actions are on a whole other level from you mouth-breathers.
Athena:
(No, it's your vanity that's on a whole other level.)
Mock Trial Script
O'Conner:
...I get it. This is your way of mocking my defeat. You like shoving people's shame in their faces. That's your modus operandi.
Athena:
No, that wasn't my intention. Besides, you were never actually defeated.
O'Conner:
Oh, I suppose you're right. ...Or is this a trick intended to provoke me.
Athena:
That wasn't my intention, either!
O'Conner:
Then what WAS your intention?! I know! You're trying to toy with my emotions!
Athena:
(Wow, this guy can't take being humbled, old country style.)
Anything else
O'Conner:
Random junk from some mouth-breather? What makes you think I'd want to see that? Heh. The least you could do is make it more interesting, like by telling me how cool I am.
Athena:
(Who does this guy think he is?!)
Apollo:
Thanks for sharing that important piece of information with us. It may prove useful at tomorrow's trial.
O'Conner:
Good. Because that's all I have to say about the matter.
Athena:
Thanks. And don't worry, we'll prove Juniper's innocence, you'll see.
O'Conner:
Heh, I can't say you two inspire much confidence.
Apollo:
Okay, Athena, what next?
October 24
Themis Legal Academy - Maintenance Area
Athena:
So this is the maintenance area. Let's see... During the mock mock trial, Prosecutor Gavin said... ...that the art room is right above here on the third floor... ...and that they body was dropped from there onto a high jump mat from the storehouse.
Apollo:
Right. And then he claimed that the body was transported to the stage in a ball cart. And then... Hm? There's someone else here...
Athena:
Hey, it's Robin!
Newman:
Whoooooooooa! You scared the crud outta meeeeee!!!
Athena:
Yikes! Right back at you! ...So, what are you doing out here?
Newman:
I'm working out so that I can become strong enough to save Juniper! But I'm so worked up... my training brace is almost breaking at the seams!
Athena:
Oh, right... The girl you like got arrested, so you're psyching yourself up to rescue her?
Newman:
Yes! Because! I'm the manliest of manly men! ...That's why I work out with my manly brace!
Athena:
(Except that I hear some discord in that manliest of men's voice of yours...)
Apollo:
I don't mean to be rude, but can't you talk without shouting?
Newman:
Sorry! I'll try not to shout so much! If at all possible, that is!!!
Athena:
(...Which is "not at all possible" by the sound of it.) Um, so do you mind if I ask you some questions as Junie's lawyer?
Newman:
No problem! Ask away! Keep 'em coming, maaaaaan!!!
Athena:
(Ouch... My ears ache already.)
Talk
Robin Newman
Athena:
Robin, could you tell me a little more about yourself?
Newman:
You wanna know about meee?! I'm a second-rate member of the Fine Arts Cluuub!!!
Athena:
The Fine Arts Club?
Athena:
Looks like broken pottery or plaster. Maybe this is the source of that noise we heard.
Phoenix:
Hmm, there were supposedly two statues on this stage. I seem to recall hearing that a coed from the Fine Art Club had made them.
Klavier:
Two big banners and a pair of wicked statues. This is just an illustration, but it's not half bad.
Athena:
Wicked statues...? Wait are these supposed to be you and Mr. Wright?
Klavier:
Bingo, Fräulein. And they were so big and magnificent, too! What a terrible waste.
Athena:
Say... Did you create those stage statues by any chance?
Newman:
You bet I did! Both of 'em! Put my blood, sweat, and tears into those things, maaan!
Apollo:
It must've been terrible seeing them all smashed up like that
Newman:
Nah! I couldn't face Prof. Courte if I let something like that get me down!!!
Athena:
What do you mean?
Newman:
Prof. Courte was the Fine Arts Club advisor! She was all about truth and beauty, maaan!!! She always said, "The only good result is the truth"! That and... ..."Only lawyers who seek the truth through legitimate means produce worthwhile results"!
Athena:
Yeees! I'm totally on your guy side! She must have been an incredible woman!!!
Apollo:
Yeesh, and you call ME loud when I practice my Chords of Steel...
About the murder
Newman:
Aw, maaaaaaaaan! Why'd I have to take the prosecutor course! I mean, how am I supposed to save Juniper if I'm studying to be a prosecutor?!
Athena:
Don't worry. I'll clear Junie's name, you'll see.
Newman:
The three of us had a dream! We swore we'd make it happen TOGETHER!!! Prosecutor! Lawyer! Judge! The three of us would hold fair and honest trials! The dark age of the law? Ha! We were gonna put a nail in its coffin, maaaaaan!
Apollo:
Wow, you guys swore to do that?
Newman:
But, noooo! That stupid school rule had to ruin it!
Athena:
School rule? Which one?
Newman:
Anyone with a prior conviction, no matter how minor the offense, they won't...! They won't be allowed to graduate from this stupid, holier-than-thou schoooool!!!
Apollo:
A tough legal academy, with even tougher rules...
Athena:
(Junie will never become a judge unless I can prove her innocence. And if I fail, the three of them will never realize their dream. ...It's like someone put pressure on my pressure.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Newman:
Whooooooa! Check out your badge!
Athena:
What do you think? Nice and shiny, huh?
Newman:
Yeah! It's AWESOME!!! If the plating ever starts to peel or it gets all bent up, lemme fix it up for you!!!
Athena:
Really?! Thanks!
Newman:
No problemo! I'll have some primo clay and glaze at the ready, just in case!!!
Athena:
(Wait, what does clay have to do with my badge?)
Themis Herald
Newman:
Ah! That paper!!!
Athena:
So, Robin, is this article true?
Newman:
The author of that article has been gunning for the three of us for some reason! It's been nothing but trashy articles like this as long as I can remember!
Athena:
Hmm... Maybe the author just wants your attention?
Newman:
No waaaaaaay, maaan! The venom in those articles is waaay beyond that!!!
Athena:
(Hmm, I wonder...)
Mock Trial Script or Themis Herald Extra
Newman:
Whoooa! Déjà vu, maaaaaan! It's like I can almost taste my near victory again! But noooooo!!! The final showdown was canceled because of that murder!
Athena:
This topic sure seems to strike a raw nerve. I hope it doesn't come between you guys.
Newman:
You kidding?! Our friendship...! It's like a diamond, only tougher!!! It's like a powder keg before a spark!!! It's like the calm before the storm!!!
Athena:
(In other words, it's under a lot of pressure and ready to blow at any moment...?)
October 24
Themis Legal Academy - Outdoor Stage
Apollo:
I thought the area was cordoned off. Hey, the police are discussing something over there.
Athena:
Ooh, I know! I'll just quietly sneak over for a listen. Here goes...
Apollo:
Ah! Athena, watch where you're--!
Athena:
Huh? Eeeeeeeeek! Ouch! Who put this stupid box here? Wait............ Eek! A-A-Apollo! This box, there's...!
Apollo:
Wh-What now?
Athena:
Th-Th-There's! There's someone or... *gulp* something inside!
Apollo:
Don't let it be a SNAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!
???:
............Sss, sss, sss. You morons just blew my cover.
Apollo:
What the--? There really is someone inside...
???:
Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss! That someone is me, Myriam Scuttlebutt. And I'm a senior in the judge course.
Athena:
Wh-What's with the box?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. It's the fate of we who live in the shadows. There's a very good reason why none may see my face by the light of day!
Apollo:
Wait, if you're taking the judge course, did you write a mock trial script, too?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. You really want to see my script that bad? Well, you better watch out. Read it without my permission and you'll wish you hadn't!
Athena:
(Who cares? I'm sure it was rejected for a good reason.)
Talk
Myriam Scuttlebutt
Athena:
Oh, so you're studying to be a judge, too? You must be classmates with Juniper. Are you a friend of hers?
Scuttlebutt:
Juniper? Sss, sss, sss. Sure, she's my friend. That's why I'm gathering info. Now, tell me all you know. You know, for tomorrow's trial.
Athena:
For tomorrow's trial? What are you talking about?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. I'm going to take the stand, naturally.
Athena:
So, the witness for the prosecution is... some weirdo in a cardboard box?
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk! This disguise is how I get my scoops! ...But you're right. It's me. So tell me everything you know for Juniper's sake!
Apollo:
W-Wait a second, Myriam. Repeat what you just said.
Scuttlebutt:
A lawyer with brains as bad as his ears. Poor Juniper! I'm taking the stand tomorrow. Tell me everything you know for Juniper's sake. Clear enough for you this time?
Apollo:
I thought so. Athena, my bracelet's reacting.
Athena:
Really?! That means...! (A lie, already? That was quick)
Perceive box grip on "for Juniper's sake"
Apollo:
Leads to:
"That's strange."
Perceive wrong area
Apollo:
Apollo:
Myriam, your unease is betrayed by a little habit of yours.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! Think you can see through me with your silly little guesses? You're wasting your time! My box is impenetrable! Nobody sees the real me!
Apollo:
Gah... I blew that one.
Athena:
You're completely boxed in now, Myriam! And Apollo's power is like a box cutter with x-ray vision! Prepare to be exposed!
Apollo:
Don't exaggerate, Athena. I'm a lawyer, not a superhero.
Apollo:
That's strange. You suddenly tightened your grip when you said, "for Juniper's sake." It's like you subconsciously tensed up because you're lying.
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk! Wh-What're you talking about?! When did I ever lie?!
Athena:
Okay, then let me ask you this... Why were you selected as a witness?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. That's an easy one. I'm the editor-in-chief of the Themis Herald. I know everything there is to know around campus, even the darkest of secrets.
Apollo:
Editor-in-chief, huh? Pretty impressive.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, yeah well, it's a lonely, one-woman operation. I do it all myself, from reporting, to editing, to publishing. Still impressed? I'm a perfect storm of journalism because I bring it all to the table, sss, sss, sss, sss! ...And this is the evidence. Here! An extra edition of the Themis Herald, published to coincide with the mock trial!
Themis Herald Extra added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Thanks, Myriam. You've revealed who you truly are: As someone who's never had Junie's best interest in mind.
Scuttlebutt:
What?! Are you questioning our friendship?!
Athena:
Look, you may want answers, but... No can do, because what you're saying conflicts with this piece of evidence.
Present Themis Herald
Athena:
Leads to:
"That's the Themis Herald, the paper I publish. What about it?"
Present anything else
Athena:
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! You just gave me an idea for an extra addition headline! Extra, Extra! "Juniper Woods Headed for Conviction? Scatterbrained Attorney to Blame."
Athena:
Scatterbrained? If I'm wrong, just say so.
Apollo:
There's nothing iffy about it. You're way wrong.
Athena:
Ugh!
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss! Scatterbrained, scatterbrained! Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss! Now, out with it! Tell me everything you know for Juniper's sake!
Leads back to:
"No can do, because what you're saying conflicts with this piece of evidence."
Scuttlebutt:
That's the Themis Herald, the paper I publish. What about it?
Athena:
...Are you really that dense? This article is full of malicious lies about Junie! It's definitely not something a true friend of hers would write!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk! Y-You got it all wrong! Another staff member wrote that one!
Athena:
I don't think so, Myriam. You even said it yourself just a moment ago. "It's a one-woman operation." Or did you forget already?
Scuttlebutt:
Kaaahk kahk-kahk-kahk! If you'd just give me the info you have--! Stupid pawn! Juniper's just using you!
Myriam Scuttlebutt (after perceiving)
Athena:
Now, I want the truth, Myriam! You hide in your box in order to collect gossip for your sleazy paper, isn't that right?!
Apollo:
You're not really friends with Juniper, are you?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. No duh! She's the target of my scoops, and my readers demand dirt! Extra, extra! "The Dirty Little Secret of the Squeaky Clean Student Council President!"
Athena:
Dirty little secret...? All right, what are you planning to say in court, huh?
Scuttlebutt:
I'm a witness to her part in the crime. I'm going to tell it all in a shocking exposé! The end justifies the means. That's my brand of tell-all journalism!
Athena:
(The end justifies the means? Wait a second!)
"End justifies the means"
Scuttlebutt:
In this dark age of the law, many of us embrace Prof. Means's methods, even future judges. I've even adopted an end-justifies-the-means brand of journalism, which includes... ...tape recorders secretly hidden all over our campus... ...secretly recording every last word without anyone being any the wiser!
Athena:
(Doesn't she realize that's totally illegal?!)
Scuttlebutt:
And one of them was at the scene of the crime -- the art room!
Apollo:
You put a tape recorder in the art room? What did it record?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. You wanna know? You really wanna know?
Athena:
Yes, please! That's so nice of you to--
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! Like I'd really tell you now! The big scoop comes out in court tomorrow!
Athena:
Tsk! You're so mean, Myriam!
Scuttlebutt:
According to my evidence, a fatal fissure had opened between the three of them.
Athena:
Who? Junie, Hugh, and Robin? And what do you mean by fatal fissure?
A rift in the trio
Scuttlebutt:
Juniper, Hugh, and Robin used to be the best of friends.
Athena:
Used to be? They still seem to get along fine to me. (I did sense some discord, though.)
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. You don't know anything. Prof. Means has his followers and Prof. Courte had hers. Their influence is inescapable!
Athena:
Are you implying that one of them adheres to that extreme idea you and Prof. Means have? (But why would anyone follow that philosophy?)
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. How could you possibly understand. You're new around here.
Apollo:
Myriam, wouldn't you feel better if you came out of the dark and into the light?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. I can see fine in here. You'll be the one's [sic] seeing the light in court tomorrow. Then you'll realize how guilty Juniper Woods really is! Sss, sss, sss! Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss!
Present
Themis Herald
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! I love this newspaper! The paper quality, the printing method, the smell of the ink... Could it be more perfect?!
Athena:
Umm... Is it really that amazing?
Scuttlebutt:
Meh! You just don't get it, do you?! Toilet paper, hamster cage lining, window wiper! My paper is so awesomely versatile!
Athena:
(Am I to understand that the contents run the entire spectrum of fecal matter as well...?)
Mock Trial Script
Scuttlebutt:
My script was way more popular than Juniper's.
Athena:
Really? Wow, was that the majority opinion?
Scuttlebutt:
Yep. My behind-the-scenes maneuvers, threats, and deceptions worked like a charm.
Athena:
Myriam, this may come as a surprise to you, but that's called "cheating."
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. Says you. I didn't break the law. Besides, the end justifies the means. That's what they teach us here.
Apollo:
Apparently, some people are already thriving in the dark age of the law.
Anything else
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! If you wanna give me a present, slip it through a hole in my box. Or if it's too big, you can open the top and gimme it that way! So, which way is it gonna be? Sss, sss, sss!
Athena:
(Either way creeps me out.)
Athena:
Ugh. We're going to have cross-examine [sic] her tomorrow, but I don't know where to start.
Apollo:
Well, let's at least take care of whatever we can today.
Athena:
You're right. Let's see what else we can find out!
After talking to Hugh O'Conner, Robin Newman, and Myriam Scuttlebutt:
Athena:
Well, I think I've talked to everyone who is somehow linked to the case.
Apollo:
Okay, maybe it's about time we wrapped up our investigation.
Athena:
...Oh, wait. We haven't met with Junie yet.
Apollo:
Yeah, you're right.
Athena:
Let's head over to the detention center.
October 24
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Woods:
Th-Thena. Thank you so much for coming.
Athena:
(She called me "Thena," like she used to. Maybe she's finally letting her guard down.)
Talk
The script
Athena:
Junie, the crime's unfolding exactly like your script. Any idea what's going on here?
Woods:
We wanted to make it fair, so the script was kept secret until the day of the mock trial. And the only people who knew the details were Prof. Courte and I.
Athena:
(Hmm... Nothing we haven't heard already so far.)
Woods:
However...
Athena:
Yes?! What is it, Junie?
Woods:
Well, there was this one article in the school paper.
Apollo:
You mean this one? It's more like a tabloid piece than a newspaper article, if you ask me.
Woods:
I've... been worried that the trial would wreck the friendship between Robin, Hugh, and me.
Athena:
(She wants to stay friends, but both of the guys are hoping to take it to the next level. Oh, the passion of high school drama...! Wish I could've experienced it...)
Woods:
And I know I shouldn't have, but... I revised the script to favor the prosecution. But Prof. Courte noticed it immediately and changed it back.
Athena:
(Ahh, so if Robin had won, Hugh wouldn't have been able to confess his love to Junie. That would've kept the trio's relationship the same. Never knew Junie could be so devious.)
Woods:
Sorry. I guess my personal problems won't be of any help in court, huh?
Apollo:
You never know. Help often comes from the most unexpected places. Thanks, Juniper.
The awl
Athena:
I was wondering about that awl you had on you when you were arrested.
Policeman:
Detective Fulbright! We found this in the suspect's pocket!
Fulbright:
Hm? Wh-Why there's...! There's blood on this!
Woods:
Th-That's evidence we made for the mock trial!
Fulbright:
A mock... trial? Never heard of such a thing, but it sounds fishy to me! Real fishy!
Woods:
It was the murder weapon from the mock trial. Prof. Courte and I were prepping it in the art room until the day before the trial. I didn't even realize I still had it on me until I was arrested.
Apollo:
Then we've nothing to worry about. There shouldn't be any way to link it to the crime.
Woods:
Still, that blood-red color on the awl bothers me.
Athena:
Wasn't it just paint or something? I mean, I was looking at it from pretty far away, but...
Woods:
It probably was just paint, but that's what bothers me. It wasn't on the awl when we were prepping it yesterday.
Apollo:
It wasn't? Then how and when did it get there?
Woods:
Well, before the mock trial began, I showed Thena and Mr. Wright to the waiting room... ...then I went back to my dressing room to get the trial props we were going to use. That's when I found the art room key and the awl with what looked like blood on it.
Athena:
A key... and the awl?
Woods:
Prof. Courte normally has the art room key since she's the Fine Arts Club's advisor. And since that key was there in the dressing room... ...I thought she was the one who had painted the awl to look like it had blood on it. After all, she always insisted that the props should be realistic, so...
Athena:
The awl suddenly shows up on the day of the trial with what looks like blood on it? I have a really bad feeling about this.
Apollo:
Me, too. But let's not jump the gun on this.
Mock trial prep work
Athena:
You and Prof. Courte were busy preparing for the mock trial together yesterday, right? Was that the last time you saw her?
Woods:
...Yes. I left school at around 6:00 PM.
Apollo:
Did you notice anything different about her?
Woods:
No, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She looked and acted the same as always. I would've never guessed she'd end up like this.
Present
Stage Costume
Woods:
Um... I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't go around showing that to everyone.
Athena:
How come? I mean, it's so well made. Aren't you going to wear it when you sing?
Woods:
*sigh*... Yes, unfortunately, I've been chosen to sing. But I don't think I'm up to the task.
Athena:
...Reminds me of the old Junie when you talk like that. Makes me want to protect you.
Woods:
I can't let you do that. After all, I'm Student Council President! It's my job to look after our entire student body.
Athena:
So what if you took that can-do spirit and applied it to your singing?
Woods:
*sigh*... But we're talking about me singing in front of a huge crowd.
Athena:
(Maybe she is in over her head.)
Mock Trial Script or Themis Herald Extra
Woods:
I wish the mock trial had ended better than it did...
Athena:
Yeah, but to have three good friends all play leading roles? It's pretty amazing if you think about it.
Woods:
That's true. And it's thanks to the strength of our friendship. There's nothing we can't do if we help and support each other.
Athena:
I don't know... Is that really the issue here? (But whenever I bring it up...)
Woods:
Yes, that's what it's all about! The friendship between the three of us is absolute!
Apollo:
Athena, it's obvious that they're friends, so let's leave it at that.
Athena:
Yes, I know that, but... (Her words seem kind of forced.)
After clearing all Talk options:
Woods:
It looks like we're about out of time. Thank you for coming to see me.
Athena:
We'll do everything we can to prove you innocent tomorrow.
Woods:
I know. And I believe in you, Thena. Well, I should go now. Bye.
Apollo:
Is she gonna be all right? She's like a shadow of the girl we met back at the academy.
Athena:
The Junie I knew was always like that -- a little weak and sickly. But the fact that she's lifted her façade shows that she trusts us. Even still...
Apollo:
What is it?
Athena:
Well, when Junie and her two friends were talking about their friendship... ...I sensed some discord in their hearts.
Apollo:
Seriously?
Athena:
Yeah, but it was really faint. I might've been mistaken. (There's no reason to doubt their friendship... is there?)
Apollo:
Don't worry, everything will be fine! You and Juniper are friends, right? You know that friend I mentioned to you earlier? Well, get this. Whenever something's troubling one of us, the other can just feel it. That's real friendship.
Athena:
I suppose you're right... Might as well forget about that and concentrate on the trial!
Apollo:
Yup! Tomorrow's the big day. Let's sort out what we know so far.
Athena:
Okay! The victim Constance Courte was murdered in the art room on the third floor. Then, her body was moved to the outdoor stage in the quad. Also, the location where we found the body was just as the mock trial script described.
Apollo:
I wish those were the only similarities they shared.
Athena:
What do you mean?
Apollo:
What I mean is the script and this case are exactly the same in almost every respect. So it follows that the actual trial may very well unfold just like the mock trial did!
Athena:
Oh, no! (The mock trial ended right before the prosecution was about to win! Well, that's not gonna happen! This time, Junie WILL be declared "not guilty"! Of course, I intend to get our results the honest way. We can do this! We'll be fine! After all, I have Apollo and he's the king of being fine.)
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Athena:
Nothing of particular interest here.
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October 25, 9:47 AM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Athena:
(Ugh. My butterflies have butterflies in their stomach.)
Apollo:
So, what's it like to have your very own case for the first time?
Athena:
My heart hasn't raced this fast since I ran that full marathon last year.
Apollo:
If it keeps up, you might get a lawyer's high -- you know like a runner's high?
Phoenix:
Relax, everyone's nervous their first time.
Means:
So my fears weren't unfounded. After all, today's prosecutor is so terribly brutal... ...and willing to use any means necessary to win a conviction.
Athena:
(There's that the-end-justifies-the-means concept again.)
Means:
Now that it has come to this... ...we have no choice but to fight fire with fire. The end justifies the means.
Athena:
(I wish he'd stop saying that.) That's your method, Professor. I'm going to defend Juniper in my own way.
Means:
But, Ms. Cykes. Just yesterday you told me...
Means:
As a lawyer, what is it that you treasure beyond all else?
Athena:
Heh heh! That's an easy one, Professor! Seeking justice for my clients!
Means:
But if this trial proceeds in the same manner and ends in the same way as the mock trial... ...would you not lose everything you've worked so hard to gain?
Athena:
Well, I'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen, then, won't I!
Means:
My, but aren't you a stubborn one. Well, I suppose you will have to learn of your own inefficacy the hard way.
Athena:
(Grrrrrrr...)
Apollo:
Forgive me, Prof. Means, but can we just leave it at that?
Means:
Oh, dear, please forgive me. It's just, I wish to protect Juniper by any means I can.
Athena:
(I do, too, but...)
Means:
Now, if you would excuse me...
Athena:
Ugh! Thanks to him, I'm feeling even more pressure than before.
Apollo:
Don't let it get to you, Athena. And don't forget to keep smiling.
Athena:
I'll be fine! And I haven't forgotten what Mr. Wright said! "The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles."
Bailiff:
The trial is about to begin. I'll show you to the courtroom if you please.
Phoenix:
...Apollo, I'm counting on you to support Athena this time.
Apollo:
Okay, Mr. Wright! Leave it to me!
Athena:
(That's right. I have Apollo to back me up. Junie's fate rests in my hands. I won't rest until she walks free!)
October 25, 10:00 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Day 1
Court Is Now In Session
All Rise
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Juniper Woods.
Athena:
A-Athena Cykes, d-defense team leader, is ready, Your Honor!
Apollo:
That didn't sound very confident. You sure you're okay?
Athena:
I'll... I'll be fine!
Blackquill:
...Your Baldness.
Judge:
I know, I know. As usual, you want me to deliver the opening statement. Agh!
Blackquill:
This case is crystal clear. I see no need to explicate it any further. ...Now, summon the witness.
Judge:
.........
Blackquill:
.........Is there something the matter? Please do share, Your Baldness.
Judge:
Wh-Whatever gave you that idea?! Bailiff, please call our first witness!
Athena:
(And now we don't even get an opening statement...?)
Athena:
(Detective Fulbright... He and Prosecutor Blackquill have become quite the team.)
Blackquill:
.........
Fulbright:
Oh, right! The case brief! Leave it to me! Yes, let the detective in charge, everyone's favorite friend of justice, explain!
Apollo:
What was THAT just now...? It's like he and Blackquill are totally in sync.
Athena:
Well, I don't think they're capable of mind melding, if that's what you're thinking.
Judge:
All right, Detective Fulbright. Would you please explain the case to the court?
Fulbright:
Prof. Courte's body was discovered on October 24th at approximately 2:30 PM. She was murdered with this awl I have here! The victim's blood and the defendant's prints were both discovered on it!
Awl added to the Court Record.
Athena:
EEEK!
Courte's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
Wow, that bird can deliver evidence, too? Blackquill has trained him well.
Athena:
Maybe Blackquill should train it not to mess up people's hair while he's at it.
Fulbright:
Moving right along! The body was discovered on the outdoor stage, although no blood was found there! However, we detected traces of a massive amount of blood in the third floor art room. In short, the murder took place in the art room!
Judge:
So, the body had been moved from the art room to the stage?
Fulbright:
Precisely! And there is one more piece of irrefutable evidence! A recording made by a tape recorder that a school paper reporter hid in the art room! It captured a female voice screaming, "You're a goner!"
Judge:
What's this?! You have such a recording?!
Apollo:
Must be from that tape recorder Myriam mentioned.
Athena:
(But why is this the first we've heard of a death threat at the moment of the murder?)
Fulbright:
Shhhhhh! Silence, please! I would like to play the tape for you now.
.................................... ...You're a goner!
Judge:
Hmm... It is quite hard to hear.
Athena:
(But the voice does sound female...)
Tape Recorder added to the Court Record.
Fulbright:
The noise and low volume of the voice have made voiceprint analysis all but impossible.
Judge:
Then, you haven't identified the voice as belonging to the defendant.
Fulbright:
Not so fast. After all, voiceprint analysis isn't everything! The victim was killed at night, then discovered in the afternoon the next day. The question is... when was the body moved!
Judge:
............Oh, oh! I know! It could've been moved in the middle of the night when no one was around!
Fulbright:
Sorry, but no! The campus was full of students that morning. However, no one reported seeing a body. That means the body was moved sometime before the mock trial when all the students... ...and faculty were gathered in the Lecture Hall and the rest of the campus was empty! It was during this time Hugh O'Conner, one of the mock trial participants, found the body.
Athena:
(So the prosecution heard about Hugh seeing the body...)
Judge:
Wait a moment. If all of the students and faculty were gathered in the Lecture Hall... ...then there wouldn't have been anyone who could've moved the body!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Have no fear, for there is always an exception.
Judge:
An exception?
Fulbright:
The three mock trial participants were standing by in individual dressing rooms. They were the only ones who had free access to the deserted campus before the mock trial.
Judge:
What?! Then that would mean...! ...What would that mean?
Fulbright:
Those three students were the only ones who could've moved the body! In justice we trust!
Apollo:
I don't like where this is headed, Athena.
Athena:
Me neither...
Fulbright:
And by those three, I mean... ...Hugh O'Conner, Robin Newman, and Juniper Woods.
Athena:
I knew it... (Please, Detective Fulbright... Don't say what I think you're about to say...)
Fulbright:
In justice we trust! I take it EVERYONE understands now! The voice believed to be that of the murderer was female! And out of the three people who could've moved the body, just one is a girl. That leaves the defendant Juniper Woods as the only possibility!
Athena:
Noooooooooooooooo!
Apollo:
Impressive. He has you on the ropes even before any cross-examinations.
Athena:
(You could at least pretend to be upset for me.)
Blackquill:
A splendid job, Fool Bright. That could not be any clearer. Feel free to anticipate a salary raise next month.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! I don't do this for the money. It's all about justice! In justice we trust!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Not only a halfwit, but a perennial stick-in-the-mud you are.
Athena:
(I guess neither the carrot nor the stick works on Detective Fulbright.)
Judge:
Now, Bailiff, please bring our next witness to the stand.
Scuttlebutt:
.........
Judge:
So... our first witness... is a cardboard box?
Scuttlebutt:
......... Kaaahk! Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss...! Stealth mode deactivated!
Judge:
Oh, my! The box has hands!
Scuttlebutt:
Smile, Your Honor. Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss!
Judge:
What the dickens?! I've just had my picture taken!
Scuttlebutt:
Myriam Scuttlebutt. Senior at the legal academy. I'm a reporter on the judge course. Juniper's been a bad, bad girl. I'll tell you all about her crime, sss, sss, sss!
Judge:
...Umm, might I ask whether you could come out of that box?
Scuttlebutt:
How will I get any more scoops if I blow my cover? So, the answer is no. After all, covert action is an undercover reporter's bread and butter!
Judge:
Hmm... But testimony from a faceless witness is highly irregular.
Blackquill:
A former ninja I met in the clink said that exposing those who work in the shadows... ...is to pass the death sentence upon them.
Judge:
Oh, my! I had never thought of it that way. Very well, if it would spare a life, I'll make a special exception this time.
Athena:
(A former ninja in prison? Holy shinto! How can the judge believe this load of crock?!)
Judge:
Now, your testimony please. Oh, but take care not to reveal your face.
Witness Testimony
-- The Similarity of the Case and the Script --
Scuttlebutt:
The murder happened exactly like Juniper's mock trial script.
Up until the mock trial began, only Prof. Courte and Juniper knew the script's contents.
But Prof. Courte's sudden decision not to use the script sparked Juniper's murderous rage.
Juniper has to be the killer. She has a motive and the murder is just like her script.
Judge:
The murder is just like her script?! Could such a thing be true?!
Scuttlebutt:
Compare her script with the murder case and crime scene photos. Then you'll see!
Blackquill:
This is so simple, even an ape posing as a decrepit old judge could understand. Only the victim and the defendant were privy to the script. Ergo, the defendant is the killer. Furthermore, in the art room where the crime supposedly occurred, this witness's script... ...along with an envelope on which "Use" was written were found. This proves that the accused's script had been rejected the day before the mock trial. She pressed the victim to use her script, an argument ensued, and then the fatal stabbing.
Athena:
*gulp* (That makes perfect sense. What now?!)
Apollo:
Prosecutor Blackquill has all his ducks lined up in a row. He's really on a roll now.
Athena:
Ugh. He's like a pit bull once it sinks its teeth into you.
Scuttlebutt:
How dare she! My script had it all! A bum rap and phony evidence! Grudges and betrayals!
Judge:
Hmm... I trust the defense is ready to cross-examine the witness?
Athena:
N-No problem! I-I mean, yes I'm ready... I think... (Time to find a hole in her testimony, and unbox the truth! I've seen it done over and over. I know I can do this!)
Cross Examination
-- The Similarity of the Case and the Script --
Scuttlebutt:
The murder happened exactly like Juniper's mock trial script.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
There must be places where the script and the case diverge!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk! Don't sweat the details! That kind of stress will give you wrinkles!
Athena:
Athena:
I'm not worried. My skin is as fair as silk.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Indeed, you are quite fair -- fairly desperate!
Athena:
Athena:
Wh-What did you just say?!
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. Blackquill really turned that one around on you.
Athena:
Tsk, whose side are you on?! Hurry up and think of a clever comeback!
Apollo:
Whoa, easy there, Athena.
Blackquill:
Now you listen to me. The two cases do, indeed, have their differences. For one, the stage hadn't yet been erected in the mock trial script. And in the actual case, there were signs indicating the victim's wrists had been bound. But such differences pale in comparison to the host of similarities. In any event, replicating the crime without knowledge of the script is an impossibility.
Athena:
Hmmm... (Looks like I won't be passing this off as a coincidence.)
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! What a total burn! Try again, why dontcha, Pawn of Woods?
Scuttlebutt:
Up until the mock trial began, only Prof. Courte and Juniper knew the script's contents.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Somebody could've stolen a peek beforehand!
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! I don't think so. I mean, I tried any number of times.
Athena:
(Shame on you, Myriam!)
Scuttlebutt:
But that crafty she-devil Juniper has eyes in the back of her head! What chance does your average person have if an undercover reporter like me failed?!
Athena:
(Interesting point. Still...) Ms. Scuttlebutt, won't you get in trouble later for admitting to such underhanded tactics?
Scuttlebutt:
Why, you...! I plead entrapment!
Athena:
(How is you blurting out your own crime entrapment?!)
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk... But you haven't scooped me yet! They were all set to use Juniper's script...
Scuttlebutt:
But Prof. Courte's sudden decision not to use the script sparked Juniper's murderous rage.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
How do you know that Professor Courte wasn't going to use her script?
Blackquill:
Hmph. There in the art room where the heinous crime took place... ...an envelope marked "Use" and Myriam Scuttlebutt's script were found. Evidently, the script that was going to be used belonged to the girl in the box over there.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! It's only natural that my script would be accepted and hers rejected. I introduced all sorts of brand-new concepts, including bribery and fake evidence! It was a cutting-edge script portraying a courtroom battle in the dark age of the law!
Athena:
(I can't help but feel Prof. Courte went out of her way NOT to use it.)
Scuttlebutt:
But Juniper... She used some devious, underhanded tactics to get her script chosen. That's why her script, and not my masterpiece, was used in the mock trial! How's that for an explanation?
Scuttlebutt:
Juniper has to be the killer. She has a motive and the murder is just like her script.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Anyone who saw the mock trial could have recreated the crime! After they saw the mock trial, they could've easily staged the body just like the script.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
.........Hmph. Weary is the trial which pits hawk against canary.
Athena:
Athena:
Wh-Wh-What did you just say?!
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. If he's so weary, he should try hmph-ing less. I bet that'd save some energy.
Athena:
This is no time for jokes, Apollo! He just called me a canary!
Apollo:
Don't let him get to you. At least canaries pick up on things quickly, just like you.
Blackquill:
I shan't repeat myself, so listen carefully, Cykes-dono. Hugh O'Conner discovered the body before the mock trial even began. How could one stage the body as it is in the script before anyone knew its contents?
Athena:
Gah... That's right...
Blackquill:
Do you even fathom the intricacies that go into staging a crime scene? No, I think not. You have the rudimentary mind of an elementary school child.
Athena:
Elementary school?!
Scuttlebutt:
"Reporter's Testimony Throws Attorney Athena Cykes for Loop!" The perfect caption!
Judge:
How marvelous! A photo in the newspaper is just the thing to boost your brand.
Athena:
(In a school paper? Seriously?)
Athena:
(Anyone can see the similarities between the script and this case. But that doesn't mean Junie's the killer!)
Apollo:
I know it's frustrating, Athena, but we don't have much to go on at this point. All you can do is relentlessly press the witness and hope you find a hole.
Athena:
Okay, got it! (Press relentlessly! Right!)
After pressing first and fourth statements:
Judge:
I believe you've pressed the witness more than enough, Ms. Cykes.
Blackquill:
Hmph. Now do you see how clear-cut my case is? Take it now, and in that fair, desperate mind of yours... ...etch it deep so you may never forget!
Athena:
N-No... Nooooooooooooooo! (Even my arguments get thrown back in my face. It wasn't supposed to be like this. What am I going to do?)
Apollo:
...Athena. You should just about have all the answers you've been looking for now.
Athena:
Huh?
Apollo:
Think about it this way: If the killer knew the details of the mock trial... ...would they really commit the crime in the exact same way?
Athena:
I don't follow.
Apollo:
Try to place yourself in the killer's shoes. I bet you'll discover an inconsistency if you do.
Athena:
.........Ah! I get it! Thanks, Apollo! Ms. Scuttlebutt! Just so we're clear, you're claiming... ...that the killer INTENTIONALLY made the crime scene just as it was in the script... ...and that it is beyond the shadow of a doubt NOT a coincidence. Is that correct?
Scuttlebutt:
No duh! After all, it's just more evidence of Juniper's evil she-devil ways.
Athena:
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk! Wh-What'd I say, what'd I say?!
Athena:
Our client made the crime scene look just like the script, something known only to her? That would be not just foolhardy, but completely irrational!
Scuttlebutt:
Wh-What do you mean?
Judge:
Yes, Ms. Cykes. Please tell this court what you mean by "irrational."
Athena:
(It wouldn't make any sense for Junie to mimic her own script on purpose because it would...)
Mean leaking the script
Athena:
Intentionally making the crime scene look like the script... ...would expose the secret script for all to see!
Scuttlebutt:
So?! Juniper's a ruthless she-devil! She'd easily do that and a lot more to achieve her evil designs!
Judge:
Hmm... Does the defense care to offer a counter-argument?
Athena:
No, I'm good. Moving right along...
Judge:
Just one moment. Here in court, we have a special gift for intentionally evasive lawyers.
Athena:
I want a refuuuund! (Ugh. There's something obviously wrong with this whole set-up.)
Leads back to:
"(It wouldn't make any sense for Junie to mimic her own script on purpose because it would...)"
Make her the culprit
Leads to:
"The murder scene was the same as it was in the mock trial script."
Not be possible
Athena:
Here's the thing. The mock trial details were kept secret. In short, there was no way our client could've known what was in the script!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. Have you forgotten who penned the script?
Athena:
Of course I didn't forget! Our client wrote--! Er... whoops.
Judge:
To say that the script's own author didn't know the details is quite a stretch, Ms. Cykes.
Athena:
Eeeeeek! (Ugh. I think I need to find an explanation that actually makes sense.)
Leads back to:
"(It wouldn't make any sense for Junie to mimic her own script on purpose because it would...)"
Athena:
The murder scene was the same as it was in the mock trial script. That in and of itself is irrational!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk-kahk! What's wrong with them being the same?!
Judge:
Yes, Ms. Cykes. Care to explain what you mean?
Athena:
Okay, let's say for argument's sake, that Ms. Woods is the killer. If so, then... ...what reason would she have to intentionally make the actual murder mimic her own script?
Scuttlebutt:
That's easy! She was admitting that she was the-- Ah!
Athena:
That's right. If she had really done that... ...it would've been like proclaiming to the world that she was the killer! So, what we ACTUALLY have here is evidence of someone trying to frame our client!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk... Kaaahk kahk-kahk!
Athena:
The body was found on the day of the mock trial, in short, the day the details were revealed. So it would be completely inconceivable for the murder to go exactly like the script!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk-kahk! Don't let it go to your head just yet!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...Hmph. It would seem Justice-dono's comrade in arms has finally drawn her sword. However, the blade is dull, and it shall remain so until you master its use.
Athena:
E-Enough with the stupid sword metaphors, already!
Blackquill:
There is a perfectly good reason for the inconsistency of which you speak.
Athena:
R-Reason? What reason?
Blackquill:
Must I spell out everything? Hmph, you are what people today call "high maintenance." The accused had intended to stop the mock trial. And in that event... ...nary a soul would have been the wiser to the similarities of the case and script.
Athena:
Athena:
No! The mock trial was only stopped after the body was accidently [sic] discovered!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. Our witness here had also discovered the body. In fact, she was led to our dearly departed professor by the accused herself.
Athena:
Wh-What?! Ms. Scuttlebutt saw the body, too?!
Blackquill:
Precisely. And with the discovery of the body, the mock trial ought to have been canceled.
Athena:
Wait, so you didn't call the police?!
Scuttlebutt:
Nope! I kept it secret for my big scoop!
Athena:
Y-You can't do that!
Blackquill:
Hmph. I made her pay long and hard penance for her sin. Did I not, my little box top?
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk! Compared to the work of a war correspondent, the sheer terror of that was-- Aaaaaaaaagh!
Apollo:
Jeez, I wonder what the Twisted Samurai did to her.
Athena:
...Block off all the holes in her box... ...and spin her like a top while Detective Fulbright cackled in delight?
Apollo:
...That sounds more nauseating than scary.
Blackquill:
Enough jabbering. Witness! Continue your testimony!
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss, sss... Sure, Mr. Samurai. I'm ready to finish off that she-devil!
Witness Testimony
-- What Scuttlebutt Saw --
Scuttlebutt:
I snuck into Juniper's dressing room while everyone was in the Lecture Hall.
Juniper had changed into her stage costume. I asked her, "What are you doing?"
When suddenly, she fled into the hallway, as if she wanted me to follow her.
I followed her all the way to Prof. Courte's body! She led me right to it!
I'm positive it was Juniper because she was wearing the costume that she had made!
Athena:
Athena:
Why did you withhold such key testimony?!
Scuttlebutt:
Kaaahk! Wh-What's that supposed to mean?!
Apollo:
A-Athena! You haven't even started your cross-examination.
Athena:
I know, but her testimony points to her as being a potential suspect!
Apollo:
Well, I don't think Prosecutor Blackquill is-- No, wait, I bet he's already thought of that.
Athena:
The witness left the Lecture Hall to sneak into Ms. Woods's room before the mock trial. That means she, too, could have moved the victim's body!
Scuttlebutt:
Kaaaaaahk!
Athena:
The prosecution's claim no longer has any ground to stand on! Heeeeeelp!
Blackquill:
Now, now, no need to ruffle your own feathers so. When you squeak like a little brat, it agitates Taka. Do you want him to peck your eyes out?
Widget:
No, thanks!
Blackquill:
You listen here. The witness has a perfectly good alibi.
Scuttlebutt:
Oh, yeah, I do! Around the estimated time of death... ...I was at undercover reporter class. It's right near my home!
Athena:
(Undercover reporter class?)
Blackquill:
The proverbial rug has been pulled from under you. The witness could not be the killer.
Judge:
The defense must look before leaping -- or at least make sure the rug's secured to the floor.
Apollo:
I tried to warn you.
Athena:
Oooh...
Blackquill:
Well, there ends the cross-examination. Let's allow the witness to step down.
Athena:
Huh? N-No, wait a minute...
Blackquill:
The defense has no right to cross-examine the witness after that little spectacle. For whatever a man is sowing, this he will also reap.
Athena:
Ugh. (Why can't he say, "You reap what you sow"?)
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, if the cross-examination is over, I suppose the witness may go home. Perhaps spend some time in her lovely box and recover from today's stressful events.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! Don't you worry about me, Your Honor! There's no rest for the wicked... or journalists, either! My third eye's always eyeing a scoop!
Apollo:
She's always eyeing a scoop...?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! Well, back to the trenches! Buh-bye!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Not so fast, Ms. Scuttlebutt!
Athena:
A-Apollo?
Apollo:
There's... just one thing I'd like to ask. Did you take a picture of the victim's body, and if not, why not?
Scuttlebutt:
I, well... that is... No... I-I didn't take one.
Apollo:
Well, that's strange... Why wouldn't you take a picture if you're always eyeing a scoop?
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk!
Apollo:
Did you or didn't you really see the victim's body?!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk! Er... it's not like I, uh... actually SAW it, saw it, but...
Blackquill:
What the devil?!
Apollo:
Did you hear that, Your Honor? The witness didn't actually see the body! That completely overturns the prosecution's claim that the witness was led to it!
Blackquill:
Justice-dono! You dare bare steel at me again?!
Scuttlebutt:
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss, sss! Nice try, boy wonder! So what if I didn't see the body? The fact remains that Juniper led me there. Feast your eyes on this!
Apollo:
What exactly am I looking at here?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! It's a crucial moment forever frozen in time by my third eye. A photo clearly showing Juniper Woods! Kaaaaaahk!
Blackquill:
...Why did you not tell me of this?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. It's a shocking scoop I was saving for just the right moment. And that would be now, right here in court. Surprise! Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss. Kaaaaaaaaaaaahk! What'd I do, what'd I do?! All journalists keep their scoops secret until the right moment!
Apollo:
She's pretty brave hiding it from Blackquill like that.
Athena:
Or pretty stupid. ...Well, this is an unexpected turn.
Apollo:
...Um, Athena? About this picture... See how it only shows the back of the subject?
Athena:
Ah! So, then...!
Apollo:
Right, who knows whether this photo Juniper in the first place!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. A completely irrelevant point. What IS relevant here is... ...there was someone who did try to lead the witness to the body. Take a gander at this -- the route by which the accused escaped. The witness pursued the accused this way, after she fled the dressing room. The accused descended to the first floor and exited to the quad. Then what, Carton Cretin?
Scuttlebutt:
Then I... tripped and fell. Caught my knee on my own box.
Athena:
(She stayed under the box, even while running after someone? Sounds difficult...)
Blackquill:
Recall that the body was already there, for Hugh O'Conner had already seen it. She was trying to show someone the body because she wanted to stop the mock trial!
Athena:
Hrgh!
Apollo:
Apollo:
But if the facts have changed, that's all the more reason to cross-examine the witness!
Judge:
Hmm... The defense has a point there. Very well, you may proceed with your cross-examination.
Blackquill:
Hmph! It seems Justice-dono has saved your pretty little hide, missy. ...For now, at least.
Apollo:
...Whew. Guess I pulled that off somehow.
Athena:
Thanks, Apollo. You're a lifesaver.
Blackquill:
Incidentally, my compliments to the witness for her very fine box.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss, sss! It's primo cardboard, lovingly selected from among many-- Kahk!
Blackquill:
Tell another lie or hide another fact from me... ...and I shall put it to the torch!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk... Kaaaaaahk! P-P-Please, anything but that!
Judge:
I think it would be more eco-friendly to recycle it, but that's just me. All right, Ms. Cykes. You may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- What Scuttlebutt Saw --
Scuttlebutt:
I snuck into Juniper's dressing room while everyone was in the Lecture Hall.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
You said you snuck in, but why would you do something like that?!
Scuttlebutt:
Because if I got a big scoop on Juniper, club membership would go through the roof! Right now, the Newspaper Club only has one member, me. The club's history once I'm gone. So, the Themis Herald's brand recognition is a matter of life and death!
Apollo:
Her means may be questionable, but her motive is surprisingly sound.
Scuttlebutt:
Extra, extra! "Students seeking the Thrills and Chills of Exposé Journalism, Report to the Clubroom!" This has been a paid advertisement. Anyway, where was I...?
Athena:
(Huh. Never took Myriam for such a go-getter.)
Scuttlebutt:
Juniper had changed into her stage costume. I asked her, "What are you doing?"
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Why would she change into that costume? The mock trial was about to begin.
Scuttlebutt:
How should I know? But if you don't believe me, take a look at this photo! I captured this critical moment like the gonzo journalistic pro that I am.
Athena:
But, this only shows the back of whoever was fleeing.
Scuttlebutt:
You expect me to shoot her face when she's running away from me?
Athena:
I guess you're right, but... (This doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere.)
Scuttlebutt:
At any rate, as this photo shows, Juniper was in her stage costume.
Scuttlebutt:
When suddenly, she fled into the hallway, as if she wanted me to follow her.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
That doesn't mean you had to chase her.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! Call it a journalist's instinct! I see something fishy, I go after it!
Athena:
But you never did catch up to her, did you?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss! A true undercover journalist gets up and dusts herself off when she stumbles!
Athena:
That reminds me. Didn't you fall during the chase? When you tripped on your box?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! A true undercover journalist is always ready to stumble over a great story!
Athena:
Sure are a lot of holes in your story. Or is that just the Scuttlebutt brand of journalism?
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk-kahk! A true undercover journalist always prevails against her adversaries!
Scuttlebutt:
I followed her all the way to Prof. Courte's body! She led me right to it!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
What would our client have to gain from leading you there?
Blackquill:
The accused had employed her self-penned script as a manual for murder. Ergo, she had to stop the mock trial before the script's details became public. And that accounts for her desperate attempt to lead our carton cretin here to the body.
Athena:
Athena:
But, as we all know, Ms. Scuttlebutt didn't alert the authorities. And as a result, the mock trial began as scheduled!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
The issue here is not whether it was, in fact, halted. The fact remains that the accused was trying to lead the witness to the body. Does that not show clear intent to halt the mock trial?
Athena:
Arrrgh!
Scuttlebutt:
I'm positive it was Juniper because she was wearing the costume that she had made!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
You say it was our client because the figure you witnessed was wearing her costume. Isn't that a bit simplistic?
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! It's only as simple and clear-cut as a good piece of journalism should be!
Athena:
......... (Sure it's simple, but I'd hardly call it clear-cut.)
Scuttlebutt:
That's why I chased her, sss, sss, sss, sss!
Present Stage Costume
Athena:
Leads to:
"Ms. Scuttlebutt's sole basis for identifying our client as the figure in this photo..."
Athena:
She keeps saying that it was Junie, but she didn't even actually see the body.
Apollo:
Yeah, but Blackquill's assertion takes that into account.
Athena:
So, even if I press her on never seeing the body... ...I won't be able to overturn this testimony.
Apollo:
Well, whoever it was that was fleeing, Myriam never did see their face. So, I'm wondering why she thought it was Juniper. Try thinking along that line and see what you can come up with.
Athena:
Ms. Scuttlebutt's sole basis for identifying our client as the figure in this photo... ...is the fact that it shows someone in Ms. Woods's stage costume.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. Well, it IS Juniper's costume. So that must be Juniper in it. It's clear-cut.
Athena:
No, that's where you're completely mistaken!
Scuttlebutt:
Whaaat?!
Athena:
This is a design drawing of our client's stage costume.
Judge:
Oh, my, what a wonderful creation! The constellations are extraordinary.
Athena:
I'm glad you noticed, because those stars are precisely what's important here. In the drawing, there are constellations all over the outside of the costume. But there's not a single star on the costume in the photo!
Judge:
O-Oh, then that means... Uh... What exactly?
Athena:
Your Honor, there were no other blue costumes at the scene. Which leads me to believe... ...that the figure in the photo was wearing our client's costume inside out.
Judge:
Hmm... But why would Ms. Woods make a mistake like that?
Athena:
Well, it's not really a matter of why... ...but rather, who made the mistake of putting it on inside out.
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk... W-Wait, you're not suggesting...!
Athena:
That's right. I'm glad you're catching on. The costume's designer wouldn't put her own costume on inside out!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk! Kaaaaaaaaaahk!
Athena:
Sorry, Ms. Scuttlebutt, but... ...doesn't believing you had a scoop when you really didn't make you a failure as a reporter?
Scuttlebutt:
A f-failure as a r-reporter?! Kahk-kahk-kahk. Kaaahk kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk! Ack! ...Ah!!!
Athena:
Why hello, Ms. Scuttlebutt! So nice to meet the woman beneath the box!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk! Y-- You didn't see nothing!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Now, I would have you stop right there, Cykes-dono. For it is the why of the matter upon which I would have this court focus.
Athena:
What do you mean?
Blackquill:
Ms. Juniper Woods!
Woods:
Yes?!
Blackquill:
What were you doing on the morning of the mock trial?
Woods:
I was in my dressing room, *cough* painting my costume in fluorescent paint.
Athena:
Fluorescent... paint?
Woods:
My design drawing shows twinkling stars on the costume. *cough* *cough* I was going to make the costume shimmer like that by painting the inside fluorescent.
Judge:
Fluor... what was that again? Fluoride? Did your costume have cavities?
Woods:
Not fluoride -- fluorescent, as in glowing. The paint would make it glow in the dark. *cough*
Blackquill:
Yes, yes, so you applied that to the inside of the costume. And then?
Woods:
I let it dry for a while because I heard it takes a long time. So I put the costume on my mannequin inside out.
Athena:
Inside out...? So, then...
Blackquill:
This is a photograph of the inside-out costume taken in the dark. As you can see, there is a heavy layer of paint over the entire inside surface. If someone were to properly don this costume in this state... ...the wet paint would get all over their body.
Judge:
...Why, yes! I believe it would!
Blackquill:
Indeed. Ergo, the costume was worn the way it was, not by anyone's mistake... ...but because this was the way it was on the mannequin -- inside out!
Athena:
Gah!
Glowing Costume Photo added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
Figures he would have a photo.
Athena:
Ugh. Did we just fall into his trap?
Apollo:
Yeah, I bet Blackquill had it all planned out. Still, I think you should give this photo a nice, long look.
Athena:
Oh, please tell me you found something that doesn't add up.
Apollo:
Check out the chest area. It kinda looks like a hand print to me.
Athena:
Hey, you're right! But Junie would know better than to touch it while the paint was still wet.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
I believe the term to describe your thought process is wishful thinking. After all, if master painters make mistakes, why not a rank amateur such as the accused?
Athena:
Athena:
So basically... you're saying, my claim requires evidence to back it up?
Apollo:
Evidence? That shouldn't be a problem, right? After all, you've come this far.
Athena:
Just because I've come this far, that doesn't mean I've thought everything through, though...
Apollo:
What?! You mean you've just been bluffing?!
Athena:
What did you expect me to do?! I'm sick of losing to this guy! But you're right... There's only one thing left to do at this point! And that's to present some evidence! Pronto!
Blackquill:
............A showdown, is it? I gladly accept!
Athena:
(The fluorescent paint must have stuck to the hands of whoever touched the costume. And that paint should glow in dark places... So, I just need to carefully check every last piece of evidence!) This piece of evidence shows who touched the costume!
Present Themis Herald Extra
Athena:
Leads to:
"A school newspaper?"
Present anything else
Athena:
Blackquill:
.........
Judge:
It seems Prosecutor Blackquill is not too pleased with your off-target evidence.
Athena:
Athena:
Or is it so on target that it's rendered him speechless?!
Judge:
Hmm... Let's ask him what he thinks. Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
.........
Judge:
As I thought. My initial suspicion was correct.
Athena:
Gah hah! (Now I'M speechless...) Please! I think I've got it this time!
Leads back to:
"(The fluorescent paint must have stuck to the hands of whoever touched the costume.)"
Judge:
A school newspaper?
Blackquill:
...Interesting.
Athena:
Take a look at the photo where the lights are dimmed and the spotlight is on Ms. Woods. Observe Mr. Newman's hand in that photo as he stands at the prosecutor's bench. As you can see, it's glowing, just like Ms. Woods's fluorescent paint.
Judge:
Hmm... It is glowing -- quite brightly I might add.
Athena:
But why would he put fluorescent paint on his hand for the mock trial, you may ask? The answer is he wouldn't -- not on purpose. It got there when he put the costume on.
Judge:
Oh...? I mean, oh! That means...! ......What again?
Athena:
It means the figure photographed in the costume was not our client Juniper Woods. It was her classmate, Robin Newman!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Apollo:
...To think you were actually able to prove that...
Athena:
Well, you never know what's going to happen next. That's the thrill of the courtroom!
Apollo:
Hmm... So, then... ...does that mean that Robin is our man...?
Athena:
Hmm... Well... That's certainly how it looks...
Blackquill:
Hmph. Very well, Robin Newman it is! He is here in the gallery, I trust? Show yourself! I challenge you to a duel!
Judge:
Will the witness please state his name and occupation.
Newman:
IIIIIIIIIII'M ROBIIIIIIIN NEWMAAAAAAAAN!!! I want to become a great artist! I practice day and night!!! YEAAAAAAH! NOOOOOO! That's not it! Art's gotta be sincere, maaaaaan!!!
Judge:
So, for occupation, should we put down ...budding artist?
Newman:
NOOOOOO! Themis Legal Academy! Senior! PROSECUTOR COOOURSE! This brace is proof of my masculinity! I've been training to be a prosecutor for 18 years!
Judge:
*ahem* I assume you will be cleaning up the pottery you smashed before you leave today.
Newman:
.........Aaaaaaaaagh! AWWW, MAAAAAAAAAN!!! Aaaaaaaaagh! Aaagh...
Judge:
Hmm... It seems the witness has finally settled down.
Athena:
(I guess nothing fazes the judge after all these years.)
Judge:
You may proceed with your testimony, Mr. Newman. Specifically, the court wishes to hear why you had fluorescent paint on your hand.
Witness Testimony
-- Why I Touched the Costume --
Newman:
I went to see Juniper in her dressing room! BUT SHE WASN'T THERE!
When I walked by that frilly costume, I was like, whoaaaaaa!!!
the mannequin it was on! IT WAS ABOUT TO FALL ON ME!!!
I got that paint on me when I caught it!
But I never put it on! That's just STUUUPID!!!
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor! I recommend a short therapy session for the witness.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Newman does seem particularly agitated, but...
Newman:
Agh! ...Arrrgh! Aaaaaaaaagh! Nooooooooooooooo!
Apollo:
Not again. What's his problem?
Athena:
I sensed it the moment Robin took the stand. ...The discord in his heart!
Apollo:
So, you think he might be hiding something?
Athena:
Probably! You ready, Mr. Newman? Let's see what the Mood Matrix can do for you!
Newman:
I went to see Juniper in her waiting room!
Newman:
BUT SHE WASN'T THERE!
Newman:
When I walked by that frilly costume, I was like, whoaaaaaa!
Pinpoint Happiness
Athena:
Got it!
Leads to:
"When you mentioned the stage costume..."
Newman:
The mannequin it was on! IT WAS ABOUT TO FALL OVER!!!
Newman:
I got the paint on me when I caught it!
Newman:
I never put it on! That's just STUUUPID!
Athena:
He had to catch the mannequin as it suddenly started to fall over?
Apollo:
Even I can guess this one. The most natural response would be surprise.
Athena:
(Apollo's right, so maybe I should try focusing on some other emotion.)
Athena:
When you mentioned the stage costume... ...I sensed a sudden, powerful feeling of joy. Would you care to explain, Mr. Newman?
Newman:
W-W-Wait?! WHAAAAAAT?! Wh-Why would a frilly scarf-thing and a long skirt make me feel like that?!
Athena:
I don't know, but you seem awfully interested in that costume for some reason. You didn't happen to put it on, did you?
Newman:
L-Like I'd be into that kinda thing! I'm a dude! I'm into braces, not dresses!
Apollo:
You don't think... Robin likes girls' clothes... do you?
Athena:
Oh, come on! Isn't it obvious?!
Apollo:
...You're enjoying this a bit too much, Athena.
Newman:
NO WAY, MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! The mannequin came falling toward me, so I stuck out my hands to stop it! End of story!!!
Athena:
That's a new piece of information! Time to run an update! (Hmm... Even after that update, something just doesn't feel right here. Do I have anything that could prove his statement contradicts what really happened?)
Present Glowing Costume Photo
Athena:
Leads to:
"You said the mannequin came falling toward you, so you stuck your hands out to stop it."
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
This piece of evidence clearly shows the contradiction in your statement!
Newman:
No way, maaaaaan! The only contradiction that thing shows... ...is your existeeeeeeeeeeeeence!!!
Athena:
Ugh! (I-I object to that statement! Okay, so... Maybe I should compare when he caught the mannequin against the evidence.)
Leads back to:
"(Do I have anything that could prove his statement contradicts what really happened?)"
Athena:
You said the mannequin came falling toward you, so you stuck your hands out to stop it. If so, then then fingers of your hands would've been pointing outward like this. But that's not what the handprints show. In fact, this looks more like just your thumbs and the base of your palms.
Newman:
Wh-Why in the world would I leave such weird handprints?
Athena:
You know why! You left them when you went to adjust the scarf after putting it on. Just like the model in the drawing!
Newman:
WHOOOOOOA!
Athena:
Why don't you admit it, Mr. Newman? You DID put the stage costume on, didn't you? And you really DO like frilly clothes, don't you?
Newman:
Fine! I admit to putting the costume on! BUUUUUUT! I DON'T LIKE GIRLY CLOTHES, MAAAN!!!
NOISE LEVEL90%
Athena:
Yes! New information to plug in! Time for another update!
Newman:
I snuck in, knowing the costume was in there!
Newman:
My heart was pounding, even though I'm a guy.
Newman:
Then I saw it! It was even more amazing than I'd imagined!
Newman:
I was like, WHOAAA! I'm a guy, but I got all excited!
Pinpoint Sadness
Athena:
Got it!
Leads to:
"There! Another emotion that doesn't fit."
Newman:
It's true! I did put on girly clothes!
Newman:
But it was strictly for artistic purposes!
Athena:
Hopefully, we can figure out what Robin's hiding based on this new information.
Apollo:
Just hope it's not more than we bargained for, although that usually seems to be the case.
Athena:
There! Another emotion that doesn't fit.
Newman:
So what?! You're really starting to get on my nerves, maaaaaan!
Athena:
Mr. Newman, you got excited when you put the costume on... ...but you also felt sad.
Newman:
Who cares if I felt sad?! It's no big deaaaaaal!
Athena:
Okay, Mr. Newman, out with it! Why did you feel sad?! You're hiding something, aren't you?!
Newman:
Ooh! Nooooooooo!
Athena:
You're not fooling anyone anymore. Now, tell us why you were sad!
Newman:
OKAAAAAY, FIIINE! If you're gonna be that way, I'll tell you!!! The reason I felt sad is... is... is...!!! No matter how much I dress up, I'll never be as pretty as Juniper!!!
Apollo:
Well, no offense, but for one thing, he's a guy -- and a real hothead at that.
Newman:
NOOOOOOOOOOOO! THAT'S NOT IIIIIIIIIIT! I totally owned those girly clothes! I should've been totally pretty!!! BUT! BUT! THERE'S SOMETHING THAT KEEPS GETTING IN MY WAAAAAAY!!!
Athena:
Wow! That's a whole lot of anger and raw emotion right there! His heart is crying out in pain -- his emotions are out of control!
Apollo:
Out-of-control emotions...! We saw those during the Nine-Tales [sic] Vale incident. So, all we have to do is find the source of his uncontrollable anger, right?
Athena:
Right. Help me look for a conflict between his statements and the images we see. If we can find that we can wrestle him away from whatever's tormenting him. (Mr. Newman said that there's something "getting in the way" of him being pretty. Something that doesn't go with girly clothes... But what could it be?)
Newman:
FINE! I'LL TESTIFY, MAAAAAAN!!!
NOISE LEVEL85%
Newman:
I snuck in, knowing the costume was in there!
Newman:
My heart was pounding, even though I'm a guy.
Newman:
It's true! I felt a powerful feeling when I saw that long frilly scarf.
Newman:
I admit it! I wore girly clothes!
Newman:
I felt like a diva when I pulled the hood over my head!
Probe Brace
Athena:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Mr. Newman, you feel a great deal of anger toward your brace, don't you?"
Newman:
It felt so right I was totally dressed up like a girl!
Probe Brace
Athena:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Mr. Newman, you feel a great deal of anger toward your brace, don't you?"
Apollo:
So, we're looking for the source of his anger?
Athena:
Right. The conflict in his testimony will most likely arise from his emotional repression.
Athena:
Let's compare the images to his testimony! We might find the problem that way!
Athena:
Mr. Newman, you feel a great deal of anger toward your brace, don't you? Is that what you feel is holding you back from being as pretty as you think you should be?
Newman:
Huh? Wh-Wh-Wh-WHAAAAAAT?!
Athena:
Mr. Newman! The truth is, you really want to take that brace off, don't you?
Newman:
No way maaan! This is a symbol of masculinity! I could never take it off!!!
Athena:
Is it that you can't take it off, or that you don't want to take it off?
Newman:
Aw, maaaaaaaaaaaan! I shoulda kept my big mouth shut!!!
Athena:
......... (This is really weird. He exhibits intense anger toward his brace, which he calls a "symbol of masculinity"... ...but he can't take it off, even when dressing like a girl. And why is he so interested in girls' clothes in the first place? I have a feeling we're on the verge of uncovering an earth-shattering secret.)
Apollo:
Athena? You okay?
Athena:
It seems Robin is still hiding a secret. A big one.
Apollo:
Bigger than the fact that he likes to wear girls' clothes?
Athena:
Yes, at least I think so. ! (No, it can't be! I just thought of something, but it's totally insane!) Mr. Newman!
Newman:
Wh-What?!
Athena:
I'm on to your little secret. And if I'm correct, it's not very little at all. It's huge! This sounds completely insane, but it's the only possibility left.
You like girls' clothing
Athena:
Mr. Newman! You like to dress like a girl!
Newman:
That's right! And I'm never gonna change! I'll show you how real men cross-dress!!!
Athena:
You will? (Now???)
Apollo:
Athena, we already know he likes to cross-dress. This line of discussion is a dead end.
Athena:
(But if he really likes to dress like a girl, you'd think he'd want to... ...take that "symbol of masculinity" off when he does it. Wait, could this mean...?)
Leads back to:
"This sounds completely insane, but it's the only possibility left."
You hate girls
Athena:
You don't like girls, do you?
Newman:
What?! Whaaaaaat?! WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?!
Athena:
Oh... Then, what? You like girls?
Newman:
I-I-I! I refuse to answer thaaaat!
Apollo:
Athena, you're not asking just of curiosity, are you?
Athena:
What? N-No, of course not! (Better try something else.)
Leads back to:
"This sounds completely insane, but it's the only possibility left."
You're a girl
Leads to:
"Mr. Newman, or should I say... Ms. Newman..."
Athena:
Mr. Newman, or should I say... Ms. Newman... You are and have always been a girl!
Apollo:
What?! Have you lost the plot, Athena?!
Athena:
No, I'm completely serious. I don't have any direct evidence. But that's what Robin's heart is shouting out, loud and clear!
Apollo:
Apollo:
I still think you've totally lost it! I mean, Robin reeks of testosterone! How could he possibly be a she?! I, for one, have never seen a girl who shouts like a maniac all the time!
Newman:
Ooh. Ooh hoo hoo. Ooooooh.
Judge:
I've seen plenty of witnesses in my day... ...but if he's a she, then she's the most convincing actress I have ever encountered. Therefore, let me pronounce my verdict. Robin Newman is without question... a man!
Newman:
Ooh. Ooh hoo hoo. Ooooooh. Ooh hoo hoo.........
Blackquill:
You are now truly Justice-dono's equal in one area. You are just as equally insane! Never in the history of this planet has there been a finer specimen of the masculine spirit.
Newman:
Newman:
Oooh... AAAAAAAAAAAAGH! IF YOU GUYS ARE DONE TALKING ABOUT MEEEEEEEEEEE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGH! I'M...! I'M...!
.................. ............Heh... Ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Athena:
Ahhhhhhh! The brace! It's...!
Newman:
Ms. Cykes... No, allow me to call you "Athena." I wanted to keep this a secret at all costs! But noooo!
Apollo:
Wh-- No waaaaaaaaaaaay!
Blackquill:
Gnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! .........S-Surely this must be some kind of jest?
Newman:
Eh heh heh, nope, it's for real. I'm a girl, body and soul. If you don't believe me, I'll give you a P-E-E-K.
Blackquill:
Aaaaaaagh!
Newman:
As if! Ah ha ha ha ha!
Athena:
(What an amazing transformation.) Well, all the discord is gone. The image is now complete!
NOISE LEVEL0%BYE BYE
Newman:
I was raised as a boy since I was little, and I studied law just as my parents wanted. But now, this living lie that had me pinned to the ground, it's...! Aaaaaagh! *huff* *puff* It's been blown to smithereens by you, Athena! Now I can stop pretending I want to be a prosecutor! I'm gonna be an artist! Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!
Judge:
Order! Order!!! What a shocking development. He really DID turn out to be she!
Newman:
Eek! Why's everyone looking at me like that?! Tee hee! I feel like a movie star or something! But no paparazzi please! I value my privacy, O-K-A-Y? RAAAAAAAAAWH! No pics or you'll regret it, maaaaaaaaaan!!!
Apollo:
Am I just imagining things, or is Robin even more hyper now than when she was a he?
Athena:
I don't know. Maybe it's because she finally got her troubles off her chest, literally.
Judge:
This is all well and good, but does he being a she actually change anything?
Athena:
The fact that the witness is a girl does change things. Because there is now a piece of evidence that we must re-evaluate!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, let's see what the defense has for us now. What piece of evidence must we reconsider now that we know that the witness is a girl?
Present Tape Recorder
Athena:
Leads to:
"This is what I'd like the court to reconsider."
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
This piece of evidence must be reconsidered because Mr. Newman is really Ms. Newman!
Judge:
Hmm... Please do explain.
Athena:
Yes, Your Honor. You see, I feel that if you have a sharp eye and an open mind... ...you can discover something completely new in the most obvious of places!
Judge:
Hmm... Yet, the defense's statement reflects anything but those two admirable traits.
Athena:
Eeek! (Guess that won't fly! But I know we have some sort of evidence that could be seen differently based on sex.)
Leads back to:
"What piece of evidence must we reconsider now that we know that the witness is a girl?"
Athena:
This is what I'd like the court to reconsider.
Judge:
Oh, the tape recorder -- the one that recorded the threat, "You're a goner!"
Athena:
That's right. And we have already established that it's a female voice in the recording. Of all the students who could've moved the body before the mock was to start... ...our client was the only female if you exclude Ms. Scuttlebutt because of her alibi. And that is why the tape recorder made our client the prime suspect.
Judge:
Ah... So then...!
Athena:
That's right! The witness just revealed that she's a girl! Therefore! If we are using the voice in this recording as the basis for hurling accusations... ...this witness must be labeled a suspect, too!
Newman:
Oh... Oh, noooooo!
Apollo:
Wow... Talk about a sudden turn of events. You've done it. You've found a hole in one of the prosecution's key pieces of evidence.
Athena:
Yeah... But, wow, that was a lot of work for a single one.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Not so hasty, now. You're forgetting that only one person here was privy to the script. Ergo, Ms. Juniper Woods is still the prime suspect!
Athena:
Athena:
But Ms. Newman hid the fact that she was a girl, both at the crime scene and in court! I'd say that puts her in Camp Suspicious!
Newman:
Eek! That's not nice, Athena! How can you accuse me of being a killer? I mean, I'm just a weak, innocent little girl! Just thinking about murder makes me--
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph! Suspicious is as suspicious does. Undoubtedly, the witness does have some sort of connection to this crime. Perhaps our newfound lady is merely feigning ignorance. We can surmise that she lent support to the principal offender, Juniper Woods. By leading Ms. Scuttlebutt to the body, that would make her an accessory to the crime.
Newman:
How can you say that?! I'm not an accessory to any crime, Mr. Birdman!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...B-Birdman...? In any event, with the witness as an accessory, it explains quite a bit, does it not?
Athena:
Athena:
............Argh! (He made it all make sense somehow! And he'll keep accusing Junie unless we can show someone else knew the script's details. But how could someone have gotten their hands on that kind of info? The only way they could've known what was in the script was if they...)
Saw the mock trial
Athena:
Nothing could be more simple. All anyone had to do was watch the mock trial.
Blackquill:
.........
Apollo:
But Athena, the murder took place before the mock trial even began.
Athena:
Oof, that's right.
Blackquill:
.........
Judge:
I believe Prosecutor Blackquill wishes to penalize you, Ms. Cykes.
Athena:
Yeowch! (What is this, Athena the Piñata Day?)
Leads back to:
"(The only way they could've known what was in the script was if they...)"
Heard it from Junie
Leads to:
"(Sorry, Junie, but...)"
Had penned the script
Athena:
I've got it! All anyone has to do is write their own script! In a completely stream-of-thought, devil-may-care way!
Judge:
I'm not even going to ask how such a Frankenstein could resemble the actual script!
Athena:
Noooooo! (Oh, well, if at first you don't succeed...)
Leads back to:
"(The only way they could've known what was in the script was if they...)"
Athena:
(Sorry, Junie, but... You're not going to like this.) Our client may have leaked the script's details to someone.
Blackquill:
...What the devil?
Woods:
And I know I shouldn't have, but... I revised the script to favor the prosecution. But Prof. Courte noticed it immediately and changed it back.
Athena:
Ms. Woods did not want Hugh O'Conner to win the mock trial. That's why I believe she leaked the details to the witness, Robin Newman.
Apollo:
I get it. If Robin won, Hugh wouldn't be able to confess to Juniper.
Athena:
Right. Junie was probably trying to keep their friendship from becoming awkward.
Newman:
Newman:
*sob* *sniffle* How could you, Thena! WHADDA BUNCH O' BULL! I...! I...! I NEVER HEARD A WORD ABOUT THE SCRIPT FROM JUNIPER. NEVER EVEEEEEER!
Athena:
Athena:
You sure?! Can you look me in the eye and swear you didn't?
Newman:
B-A-D Athena... YOU DON'T HAVE ANY EVIDEEEEEEEENCE!
Athena:
Grr...
Apollo:
.........Actually, we might have just the thing.
Athena:
Really?
Apollo:
Yeah, one of Robin's lines I read when we were reenacting the mock trial.
Klavier:
Here's a shot of the crime scene. Ironically, it was Prof. Courte who posed as the corpse. Herr Forehead, how did the mock trial participants react to this photo?
Apollo:
Mr. Newman was surprised by what Prof. Courte was wearing.
Apollo:
Robin said, "Oh, the green sweat suit."
Newman:
S-U-R-E, I might have said that. But... SO WHHAAATTT?!
Apollo:
Well, think of it this way, Athena.
Athena:
Y-Yeah. Uh, which way, exactly?
Apollo:
If I told you that I'd be wearing a blue suit today... ...but then showed up wearing what I've got on now, what would you say?
Athena:
Umm... "Oh, the red suit." Ah! (I-I think I've got it...!) Your Honor! We have evidence proving that Ms. Newman knew the contents of the script. The defense moves to present said evidence to the court!
Judge:
Very well, Ms. Cykes. Present away.
Athena:
This evidence proves that Ms. Newman had prior knowledge of the script's contents.
Present Mock Trial Script
Athena:
Leads to:
"...The mock trial's script?"
Present anything else
Athena:
Judge:
Hmm... And on what are you basing your assertion?
Newman:
I don't understand! Why are you just making stuff up? Oh, Athena! Shame on Y-O-U!
Judge:
Yes, that's R-I-G-H-T!
Athena:
S-O-R-R-Y!
Newman:
Oh my gawd, you two! That was so C-U-T-E!
Judge:
Why, thank you! Erhm, but I'm afraid I must award Ms. Cykes a penalty.
Athena:
(When Robin commented about the body in the mock trial... ...it was like she was saying Prof. Courte was wearing the sweat suit she always wore. That's not something you'd expect her to say, unless...!)
Leads back to:
"This evidence proves that Ms. Newman had prior knowledge of the script's contents."
Judge:
...The mock trial's script?
Athena:
Ms. Newman, during the mock trial, you were shown a photo of the victim's body... ...and reportedly, you reacted by saying, "Oh, the green sweat suit."
Newman:
Oh, um... Yes, I said that. What's your point?
Athena:
You seemed to have some issue with the green sweat suit, and I think I know why. The proof is in the script, specifically on the "Things to Prepare" page. "Sweat suit: Victim's outfit will be a red one from the prosecutor course."
Newman:
Ah!
Athena:
You were surprised because the sweat suit in the photo was green. But, if you didn't know about the script's content... Then that shouldn't have surprised you!
Newman:
...N-- Noooooooooooooooooo! I thought we were friends, Athena! How could I have been so bliiiiiiiiind!
Athena:
In light of her privileged knowledge, I move to declare Ms. Newman a suspect, Your Honor!
Judge:
You whaaaaaat?!
Newman:
Newman:
If knowing script details makes me a suspect... ...then there must be others besides me! I mean, someone else could've also seen Prof. Courte's note!
Athena:
Note...? What note?
Newman:
The professor and Juniper were working together to prepare for the mock trial. But only one copy of the script was made to prevent it from being leaked. But that gets kind of inconvenient, right?
Athena:
You're not seriously going to suggest...!
Newman:
Eek! But it's the truth! Prof. Courte did do exactly what you're thinking! She didn't write down any of the proceedings or the truth behind the case... But she did write a note to herself about the props and details about the victim's B-O-D-Y!
Athena:
...Is this really true, Ms. Newman?
Newman:
If you don't believe me, send the police over to my house! Tell them to check the pictures on my camera. I thought it might give me an advantage... ...so I took a picture of the note!
Apollo:
.........I'd say she's telling the truth.
Athena:
(...Wait a sec!) If there's a note with details about the body, then that means... ...there are others who could have made the murder look like our client's script!
Judge:
Yes, I believe you're right!
Blackquill:
...Hmph!
Athena:
Apparently, this case isn't as clear-cut as Prosecutor Blackquill would have us believe. This new revelation blasts a big fat hole in the prosecution's case!
Judge:
O-hoooooooooo!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Bully for you, missy. But don't think this spells victory.
Athena:
And why not?!
Blackquill:
The battle is still young. And my blade is now fully drawn. Between it and my next witness, your life will be forfeit. So, put away your wooden sword... ...and show me what you are truly capable of if you wish to live!
Athena:
(You want it? Don't worry, I'm gonna bring it!)
O'Conner:
......... I already said I want nothing to do with this trial.
Blackquill:
How juvenile. It is not a matter of what you want, for you WILL cooperate, Hugh O'Conner.
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill. Why have you called this witness?
Blackquill:
You will recall that they day before the mock trial -- in short, the day of the murder... ...the accused testified that she left for home at around 6:00 PM.
Judge:
Yes. My notes here do confirm that fact.
Athena:
Right. Our client wasn't at school at the estimated time of death, so she couldn't be--
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Yet, that was but a felicitous lie. Or am I mistaken, Golden Boy?
O'Conner:
...I've no intention of saying anything more. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Blackquill:
Hold! I am not through with you yet.
O'Conner:
Heh. It seems the rogue prosecutor has it out for me.
Blackquill:
Leave, and we just might discuss you-know-what.
O'Conner:
Ack! N-No, wait!
Athena:
(One little statement and Mr. Cool loses it? What's that all about?)
O'Conner:
I changed my mind. ...I'll stay and testify.
Judge:
Hmm... Are you sure, Mr. O'Conner?
O'Conner:
Heh. The word of a genius is as good as gold. Let's get on with this. Hugh O'Conner. A senior at Themis Legal Academy, lawyer course. How's that?
Judge:
J-Just fine. Your testimony, then... If you please.
Apollo:
You're up against the top of the class now. I'd be careful if I were you.
Athena:
I know Junie would never lie like that! That pompous schoolboy won't know what hit him!
Witness Testimony
-- Around the Time of the Murder --
O'Conner:
To get mentally prepared for the mock trial, I meditated at the archery range till 7:00 PM.
At around, 7:15, I went to the main building before going home. That's when I saw Juniper.
We didn't say much as we passed by each other. She seemed her usual self.
That's it. Anything else you'd like to ask?
Blackquill:
That is quite enough. Well done, Golden Boy.
O'Conner:
...Heh.
Blackquill:
The final bell rings at 7:00 PM, at which point, the campus is a desolate place. Now, you will recall the tape recorder. We know the time of the voice recording. It was 7:10 PM, the day before the mock trial. That was the dark hour of this heinous crime.
Athena:
D-Do you have any proof of that?!
Blackquill:
As its final bell, this school plays a special broadcast when the clock strikes seven. The female voice on the tape appears ten minutes after that broadcast. The killer waited until the school was empty to spring her devious and deadly trap.
Tape Recorder updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
So, when the witness saw the defendant, that would've been...!
Blackquill:
Indeed. It was five minutes after the voice was captured on tape in the art room. Ergo, we know that the accused was still in the main building, even after the killing.
Judge:
Hmm... So the time of the murder and the time of when the body was moved...
Athena:
(Great... Another inconvenient testimony.)
Judge:
Ms. Cykes, your cross-examination, please.
Cross Examination
-- Around the Time of the Murder --
O'Conner:
To get mentally prepared for the mock trial, I meditated at the archery range till 7:00 PM.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So, um... do you meditate often?
O'Conner:
Heh. Don't tell me you're going to start pestering me, too.
Athena:
What's that supposed to mean?
O'Conner:
No need to play dumb with me. All the girls want to know about my private life.
Athena:
Wha--?!
Judge:
I will remind the defense this is a court of law, not a pick-up spot.
Blackquill:
Hmph. It seems miss fancy-pants lawyer is smitten with the witness.
Athena:
Athena:
Objection! Objection!!! OBJECTIIIIOOOOON!!! I'm just trying to establish the witness's--
O'Conner:
If you must know, I never go a day without meditating. Satisfied now, stalker girl?
Athena:
That's it! You'd better take that--!
Apollo:
Whoa, whoa, there, tiger. Just take a deep breath and relax.
O'Conner:
Heh. I'll just continue my testimony now, if you don't mind.
O'Conner:
At around, 7:15, I went to the main building before going home. That's when I saw Juniper.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Our client has stated she went home at 6:00 PM!
Athena:
You and Prof. Courte were busy preparing for the mock trial together yesterday, right? Was that the last time you saw her?
Woods:
...Yes. I left school at around 6:00 PM.
O'Conner:
...No, wrong. I don't know what she was doing, but Juniper was definitely at school after 7:00 PM. But I suppose neither side can prove one way or the other.
Athena:
Ugh. (But if Junie was there, that means she's lying.)
O'Conner:
Truth be told, I only saw her for the briefest of moments.
O'Conner:
We didn't say much as we passed by each other. She seemed her usual self.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So you just walked past a good friend, barely saying a word?
O'Conner:
The final bell had already rung. They get mad when you stand around chatting. Then again, we're not like you people, talking endlessly in those annoyingly loud voices.
Athena:
Athena:
Annoyingly loud voices?! I'd like it if you refrained from insulting my partner like that!
Apollo:
Normally, I'd shout, "Objection!" right about now, but I'll take this one for the team.
O'Conner:
Heh. Anyway, I think that's about all I have to say.
O'Conner:
Oh, let me add I never went to the art room. There was no reason for me to be there.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
You had no reason to be in the art room... Really?
O'Conner:
The lawyer course I'm in is supervised by Prof. Means. Plus, I'm not a member of Prof. Courte's Art Club, so why would I even go there?
Athena:
What about art class?
O'Conner:
Heh. Nice try, but Seniors don't take art class.
Athena:
All right, then let me ask you--
O'Conner:
Wait. I just remembered something important!
Athena:
You did?
O'Conner:
I scored only 100% on all the art tests I took through Junior year. ...That's it.
Athena:
(Riiight... Always happy to indulge in some ego-stroking. Anyway, what to ask next...)
How did you prep for the mock trial?
Athena:
Please tell the court what you were dong on October 23rd, the day before the mock trial.
O'Conner:
Heh. That's an easy one -- nothing in particular.
Athena:
Nothing at all? You didn't help with the preparations?
O'Conner:
You don't get it, do you? I was merely playing the role assigned to me. I left the preparations and the like to others. My job was to be mentally prepared.
Athena:
(Junie put her heart and soul into getting things ready, while he just sat on his behind?)
O'Conner:
Just to reiterate, I spent most of the 23rd meditating at the archery range. I didn't talk to anyone until the school closed at 7:00 PM. I supposed a few Archery Club members did come and go while I was there.
Athena:
But you didn't talk to anyone? Not a single soul?
O'Conner:
That's right. I didn't say a word to anyone till the final bell at 7:00 PM.
Athena:
I see... This is crucial information. Please add it to your testimony.
O'Conner:
I don't know if you're bluffing, but if you are, you have a pretty good poker face.
Add statement:
"I didn't talk to anyone until the final bell. I'd been meditating alone at the archery range."
Why did you stay past the last bell?
Athena:
Why would an honor student like you ignore the last bell?
O'Conner:
I wouldn't say I ignored it. I was simply running a little late.
Athena:
Do you remember exactly how late?
O'Conner:
Heh. You're a stickler for details, lady. But if I had to say, it was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes. If you think that's important, I'll add it to my testimony.
Athena:
I was hoping you'd say that.
Add statement:
"The final bell had rung ten, fifteen minutes earlier. No biggie."
No further questions
Athena:
Actually, never mind. I've got all the info I need.
O'Conner:
Heh. My, don't we seem confident.
O'Conner:
The final bell had rung ten, fifteen minutes earlier. No biggie.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
You ignored the last bell for no reason? Shame on you!
O'Conner:
No, shame on YOU! Pressing me for no reason...
Athena:
Grrr...!
Apollo:
Well, people do run late sometimes. Like you on the day this whole case began.
Athena:
Arrrgh!
Judge:
It appears we have a culprit in the case of "The Pot Calling The Kettle Black."
Athena:
Et tu, Your Honor...?! (Hmmm... Now what? Ask another question?)
Did you go to the art room?
Athena:
Did you stop by the art room, or as it's now known, the scene of the crime?
O'Conner:
No, I didn't.
Athena:
Can you prove it?
O'Conner:
As much as I'd like to say I could, I can't. But let me ask you, can YOU prove that I did?
Athena:
As much as I'd like to say I could, I can't. But I will ask how often do you visit there?
O'Conner:
Hardly ever. There's no reason for me to be there, anyway.
Athena:
There's no reason for you to be there?
O'Conner:
Is there an echo in here? If something's bothering you, I'll just add it to my testimony.
Athena:
How considerate. Thank you for noticing. Let's add your statement to your testimony.
Add statement:
"Oh, let me add I never went to the art room. There was no reason for me to be there."
How did you prep for the mock trial?
Athena:
Please tell the court what you were dong on October 23rd, the day before the mock trial.
O'Conner:
Heh. That's an easy one -- nothing in particular.
Athena:
Nothing at all? You didn't help with the preparations?
O'Conner:
You don't get it, do you? I was merely playing the role assigned to me. I left the preparations and the like to others. My job was to be mentally prepared.
Athena:
(Junie put her heart and soul into getting things ready, while he just sat on his behind?)
O'Conner:
Just to reiterate, I spent most of the 23rd meditating at the archery range. I didn't talk to anyone until the school closed at 7:00 PM. I supposed a few Archery Club members did come and go while I was there.
Athena:
But you didn't talk to anyone? Not a single soul?
O'Conner:
That's right. I didn't say a word to anyone till the final bell at 7:00 PM.
Athena:
I see... This is crucial information. Please add it to your testimony.
O'Conner:
I don't know if you're bluffing, but if you are, you have a pretty good poker face.
Add statement:
"I didn't talk to anyone until the final bell. I'd been meditating alone at the archery range."
No further questions
Athena:
Actually, never mind. I've got all the info I need.
O'Conner:
Heh. My, don't we seem confident.
O'Conner:
I didn't talk to anyone until the final bell. I'd been meditating alone at the archery range.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
You really didn't talk to anyone?
O'Conner:
Well, I did exchange a few greetings. But what does that matter?
Athena:
(So, he didn't have any conversations? The entire day? Me thinks that claim needs a little more scrutiny. But what should I do? Is there anything I should ask about in more detail?)
Did you go to the art room?
Athena:
Did you stop by the art room, or as it's now known, the scene of the crime?
O'Conner:
No, I didn't.
Athena:
Can you prove it?
O'Conner:
As much as I'd like to say I could, I can't. But let me ask you, can YOU prove that I did?
Athena:
As much as I'd like to say I could, I can't. But I will ask how often do you visit there?
O'Conner:
Hardly ever. There's no reason for me to be there, anyway.
Athena:
There's no reason for you to be there?
O'Conner:
Is there an echo in here? If something's bothering you, I'll just add it to my testimony.
Athena:
How considerate. Thank you for noticing. Let's add your statement to your testimony.
Add statement:
"Oh, let me add I never went to the art room. There was no reason for me to be there."
Why did you stay past the last bell?
Athena:
Why would an honor student like you ignore the last bell?
O'Conner:
I wouldn't say I ignored it. I was simply running a little late.
Athena:
Do you remember exactly how late?
O'Conner:
Heh. You're a stickler for details, lady. But if I had to say, it was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes. If you think that's important, I'll add it to my testimony.
Athena:
I was hoping you'd say that.
Add statement:
"The final bell had rung ten, fifteen minutes earlier. No biggie."
No further questions
Athena:
Actually, never mind. I've got all the info I need.
O'Conner:
Heh. My, don't we seem confident.
Present Courte's Planner
Athena:
Leads to:
"So, you didn't talk to anybody on October 23rd? Are you sure about that?"
O'Conner:
That's it. Anything else you'd like to ask?
Press
Athena:
Athena:
All right, I'll take you up on your kind offer!
O'Conner:
I expected as much. So, go ahead, ask away.
Athena:
Umm, Mr. O'Conner, I want to ask you...
Did you go to the art room?
Athena:
Did you stop by the art room, or as it's now known, the scene of the crime?
O'Conner:
No, I didn't.
Athena:
Can you prove it?
O'Conner:
As much as I'd like to say I could, I can't. But let me ask you, can YOU prove that I did?
Athena:
As much as I'd like to say I could, I can't. But I will ask how often do you visit there?
O'Conner:
Hardly ever. There's no reason for me to be there, anyway.
Athena:
There's no reason for you to be there?
O'Conner:
Is there an echo in here? If something's bothering you, I'll just add it to my testimony.
Athena:
How considerate. Thank you for noticing. Let's add your statement to your testimony.
Add statement:
"Oh, let me add I never went to the art room. There was no reason for me to be there."
Why did you stay past the last bell?
Athena:
Why would an honor student like you ignore the last bell?
O'Conner:
I wouldn't say I ignored it. I was simply running a little late.
Athena:
Do you remember exactly how late?
O'Conner:
Heh. You're a stickler for details, lady. But if I had to say, it was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes. If you think that's important, I'll add it to my testimony.
Athena:
I was hoping you'd say that.
Add statement:
"The final bell had rung ten, fifteen minutes earlier. No biggie."
How did you prep for the mock trial?
Athena:
Please tell the court what you were dong on October 23rd, the day before the mock trial.
O'Conner:
Heh. That's an easy one -- nothing in particular.
Athena:
Nothing at all? You didn't help with the preparations?
O'Conner:
You don't get it, do you? I was merely playing the role assigned to me. I left the preparations and the like to others. My job was to be mentally prepared.
Athena:
(Junie put her heart and soul into getting things ready, while he just sat on his behind?)
O'Conner:
Just to reiterate, I spent most of the 23rd meditating at the archery range. I didn't talk to anyone until the school closed at 7:00 PM. I supposed a few Archery Club members did come and go while I was there.
Athena:
But you didn't talk to anyone? Not a single soul?
O'Conner:
That's right. I didn't say a word to anyone till the final bell at 7:00 PM.
Athena:
I see... This is crucial information. Please add it to your testimony.
O'Conner:
I don't know if you're bluffing, but if you are, you have a pretty good poker face.
Add statement:
"I didn't talk to anyone until the final bell. I'd been meditating alone at the archery range."
Athena:
Wow, is that the confidence and composure that comes from being a genius?
Apollo:
Athena, it doesn't matter who's on the stand. Our job is still the same.
Athena:
(Sure, but if Junie was really still at school after 6:00 PM... Ugh. I didn't spot any inconsistencies in Hugh's testimony, either. What am I supposed to do now?)
Athena:
So, you didn't talk to anybody on October 23rd? Are you sure about that?
O'Conner:
Heh. I already told you, my word is as good as gold.
Athena:
Okay, then how do you explain this? And don't spare any details.
O'Conner:
Sorry, never seen that before.
Athena:
This is the victim's planner. She recorded all of her plans in great detail. Take a look at this page here. It reads, "23rd - Meet with Hugh" and "Important." Don't you find that... interesting?
O'Conner:
Wha-?! Where'd you get that?!
Athena:
The keyword here is "important." You say you were at the archery range all day. But you also said a few students came and went while you were there. That doesn't sound like a great place for an important talk.
Judge:
But the entire campus was buzzing with activity before the mock trial. Where could they have possibly had a private conversation?
Athena:
I thought about that, too. But the situation changes after the last bell.
Judge:
What's this, now?!
Athena:
The witness stayed after the last bell... ...in order to have a private talk with the victim. Am I right, Mr. O'Conner?!
O'Conner:
This is insane!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. Must we go through this yet again? I suppose you also have no evidence, as usual.
Athena:
No, I don't have any direct evidence. However, the witness was meditating until after the last bell. And he attempted to conceal his private meeting with the victim!
O'Conner:
Heh. First Robin, now me? Who are you going to accuse next? You're just another unscrupulous attorney looking to get ahead.
Apollo:
Don't let him get to you. He's definitely hiding something. I mean, he was supposed to meet with the victim around her estimated time of death.
Athena:
I had my suspicions about Robin, but... ...Hugh seems just as guilty! These three are the only possible suspects, after all!
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, answer me this! Did you meet with Prof. Courte that day?
O'Conner:
..................... Sorry, Mr. Jailbird Prosecutor. I don't mean to steal your thunder, but I've something to say.
Blackquill:
If it will save me some trouble, then by all means, speak away.
O'Conner:
If you would recall, Ms. Cykes, the voice on the tape recorder was female. Knowing that, I'd like you to explain how I could possibly be a suspect.
Athena:
Ooh... (He has a point...)
Blackquill:
Hmph, impressive. Golden Boy here does shine gold, indeed. Care to take the reins? You're more than capable of prosecuting this case.
O'Conner:
Heh. Sorry, but I'm studying to be a lawyer.
Blackquill:
What a pity. To think such genius is to be wasted on mere lawyering. At last, your moment is here, Cykes-dono. Time to refute Golden Boy's statement... ...and prove that you're the young prodigy worthy of the badge on your lapel!
Athena:
Uuuurgh! (Could he lay any more pressure on...?!)
Apollo:
The voice is unmistakably female, so there's no point in arguing about that.
Athena:
Yeah... You're right. In which case...! (To whom does the voice on the tape really belong to?)
The witness
Athena:
The voice on the tape is that of this witness!
O'Conner:
But I'm a man with a man's voice. All you have to do is open your eyes and ears.
Athena:
Athena:
Then let me ask, did you know Robin was a girl all along?
O'Conner:
Agh... But th-that's different...!
Athena:
See, Your Honor, I have him squirming on the stand!
Judge:
Yes, but it would have been nice if it had been due to a fact relevant to your rebuttal.
Athena:
Arghh! (Now I'M the one squirming at my stand... The voice is definitely female. That much we know. In that case...)
Leads back to:
"(To whom does the voice on the tape really belong to?)"
The victim
Leads to:
"The voice on the tape belongs to the victim. That's the only thing that makes sense."
The defendant
Athena:
If the voice is female, it must belong to our client Juniper Woods!
Blackquill:
Well, now. Finally seen the light, have we?
Athena:
Huh?
O'Conner:
So, you're going to explain how Juniper is guilty?
Athena:
Wait... Oh, oops! Your Honor, let's pretend I never said that!
Judge:
How about you at least pretend to take ownership of your statements.
Athena:
Uuugh! (If it wasn't Junie's voice, then...)
Leads back to:
"(To whom does the voice on the tape really belong to?)"
Athena:
The voice on the tape belongs to the victim. That's the only thing that makes sense.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Are you mad? The voice on the recording says, "You're a goner!" That is something a murderer shouts at their victim, not the other way around.
Athena:
Hmm... (Yeah, that is a problem.) You're a goner... You're a goner... You're a goner...
Apollo:
Um, Athena?
Athena:
You're a goner... You a goner... Hew a corner... Hue o conner? ...Wait a second!
Apollo:
Whoa, Athena, you're scaring me here.
Athena:
YOU'RE scared? I'm terrified for even coming up with this!
Apollo:
With what?
Athena:
Prosecutor Blackquill! You wanted to know if I am worthy of my badge. Well, I'm about to show you why, despite my age, I'm able to proudly wear this at all!
Blackquill:
Oh? Then can I take it you won't be changing your argument? Still, it stands that it's a bit odd for the victim to be the one yelling, "You're a goner!"
Athena:
I agree, if that's what the victim was saying. But it's not.
Judge:
Hmm... I assume you have something to back up your assertion, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
(Not exactly... But you don't have to add fuel to his fire, Your Honor!) If it is indeed Prof. Courte's voice on the tape, then she was shouting because she was...
Threatening O'Conner
Athena:
"You're a goner!" was a threat directed at the witness!
O'Conner:
And what possible reason would she have to do that?
Athena:
Oh, well, she was at that rebellious age. You know how students can be.
Judge:
The victim was neither a student nor at a rebellious age. She was a professor.
Athena:
Noooooo! (How could I forget such a basic fact?! You're a goner... You a goner... Hew a corner... Wait! Maybe...!)
Leads back to:
"If it is indeed Prof. Courte's voice on the tape, then she was shouting because she was..."
Being threatened by O'Conner
Athena:
"You're a goner" was a threat the witness shouted at the victim!
Blackquill:
As has been mentioned countless times, the voice in the recording is female. How the devil do you reckon it belongs to the witness?
Athena:
Oh, right, heh heh.
Judge:
I'm confused how you could be confused about that, so without further ado, a penalty.
Athena:
No fair! (Two against one! You're a goner... You a goner... Hew a corner... Wait! Maybe...!)
Leads back to:
"If it is indeed Prof. Courte's voice on the tape, then she was shouting because she was..."
Scolding O'Conner
Leads to:
"I would like to call one basic fact into question."
Athena:
I would like to call one basic fact into question. Is that shout on the tape really saying, "You're a goner!"?
Apollo:
...What are you up to now, Athena?
Athena:
Prof. Courte's planner says she was supposed to meet with the witness for an important talk. Perhaps our witness, despite being a genius, had done something wrong... And this made Prof. Courte get angry with him during their private meeting.
Judge:
I don't see how this changes what we heard on the tape.
Athena:
Well, if you want to see how it changes things ...then let's try a little experiment. Your Honor, I want you to tell at the witness as if you're mad at him. But... and this important... use his full name!
Judge:
O-Okay! Let's see, um... Hugh O'Conner!!!
O'Conner:
Heh. What did I do to deserve that?
Athena:
Yes, like that! Now try again, but faster!
Judge:
Hugh Aconner!!! ...Hm? Hue... a coner? Hew... o coner? You... a coner? W-Wait a second! ...No, no, no, this can't be.
Athena:
Athena:
(You think I'd spend the energy to lead you this far if it wasn't true?!) Ah, but it is, Your Honor. Humans are not perfect, that's scientific fact. We sometimes mistake shadows for monsters, or the winds for voices.
Judge:
Hmmm... Now that you mention it...
Athena:
(You can do this, Athena! Just give the old guy one more little push...!) The voice on the tape recorder never was "You're a goner!" That's only what we thought we heard, when in fact, it was the witness getting yelled at! The court will note that this is different from the selective hearing men are so good at!
Apollo:
...I think you're right, but what was that last part again?
Athena:
Never mind. The important thing is that the voice that was recorded isn't our client's. And since it was the victim scolding the witness, he must now join the list of suspects!
O'Conner:
Hrrrgh!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. I had thought that testimony would suffice, but it seems it has come to this. I will not allow such fallacious quibbles to upend this case. The prosecution has one final piece of evidence to present to the court.
Athena:
(E-Evidence? What's he going to pull out now?!)
Blackquill:
Feast your eyes on this photo, and let me see that insolent look vanish from within them.
Judge:
Let's see here... Oh, it's a picture of the defendant and the victim.
Blackquill:
The photograph shows professor and student preparing for the mock trial together.
Athena:
Wait, was this taken in the art room -- the room where the murder occurred?
Blackquill:
Indeed it was. But the revelations do not end there. Do you see the clock on the wall? It reads 7:05, a mere five minutes before the voice was recorded on the tape.
Athena:
WH-WHAAAAAAT!
Blackquill:
The accused brutally stabbed the victim to death five minutes after this photo was taken.
School Camera Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems the defendant's culpability in this crime is quite obvious.
Athena:
(Junie was with Prof. Courte just five minutes before she was murdered? What now? Nothing I say can change that fact...!)
Blackquill:
Hmph. Understand now? You can believe in your client all wish, but try as you might... ...such misplaced faith will inevitably be cut down before the cruel, steely blade of truth.
Athena:
Ngaaah!
Blackquill:
...Listen, missy. The person you'd like to save more than anyone else in the world? I'd be willing to wager that your defense isn't what they desire.
Athena:
B-B-But...! I became a lawyer so I could--
Blackquill:
You still fail to understand? After so much pain and defeat? The courts are not the play yards of little children dressed as lawyers. So before you break your back in failure... ...run along home and grow up!
Athena:
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Athena:
(If he thinks I'm giving up now, he's got another thing coming! I have to find my inner strength if I ever hope to save him. But I can't think of any way to strike back. The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles? That's impossible! How could I smile under these circumstances, even if I forced it?!)
Apollo:
This is badder than bad! Who knew Blackquill had that one waiting in the wings! Why didn't that Twisted Samurai just present it at the beginning?
Athena:
(Wait, maybe this was his real plan? Was he just trying to show me how weak and powerless I am?! Maybe he's right, because I really haven't got a clue! Who's the real killer? Who murdered Prof. Constance Courte?) Robin Newman, a girl who had been forced to live a lie as a guy? Or was it Hugh O'Conner, the honor student who had met with Prof. Courte?
Judge:
There seems to be little reason to debate the defendant's guilt any longer. The time for a verdict has come.
???:
Newman:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN, MAAAAAAN!
Judge:
What's the meaning of this? You can't interrupt a judge about to hand down a--
Newman:
Tee hee hee. Maybe, but false verdicts are a N-O N-O!
Judge:
Wha-?!
Athena:
Ms. Newman, please explain yourself!
Newman:
Juniper's not the killer. I know because... because I know who the real killer is.
Athena:
You do? You know who the real killer is? (What is she up to now?)
Newman:
Yup! I know because the real killer is... M-E, me! Tee, hee!
Athena:
Uh......... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Newman:
IT WAS ME! I DID IT ALL ALONE. JUST MEEEEEEEEE!
Athena:
(I don't get it. Why is SHE confessing?)
Judge:
Hmm... Ms. Newman WAS witnessed near the stage. There's even a related photo of her. The more I think about it, the more suspicious she seems...
Newman:
ROBIN NEWMAN ISN'T THE KIND OF GUY WHO PINS THE BLAME ON FRIENDS... ...JUST SO HE CAN WALK FREEEEEEEEEE!!! GET IT OVER WITH! DECLARE ME GUILTY ALREADYYYYYYYYY!
???:
Woods:
*cough, cough* Please... wait.
Athena:
Juniper! Wh-What are you doing?!
Woods:
Thank you for all you've done, Thena. But you'll have to forgive me. I can't let my friends take the blame any longer!
Athena:
Junie! No! Don't do it!
Woods:
Hugh and Robin have done nothing wrong. They have absolutely no connection to this case. The real killer is... is me. I alone am responsible for the entire crime!
Judge:
.........Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaat?!
Athena:
Athena:
Junie! You know that's not true! Hurry up, and retract your statement!
Woods:
I'm afraid it is true. Forgive me, Thena.
Judge:
Order! Order!!! Will somebody please explain what's going on here?!
Blackquill:
.........Hmph. I see right through your cheap ploy. School rules state that a prior conviction terminates one's eligibility to graduate. A guilty verdict here would make whatever dreams one had go up in a puff of smoke.
Judge:
Oh, I wasn't aware...
Blackquill:
Even meek little mice will fight when cornered. A pitiful spectacle, I might add. These vermin are trying to protect each other now that they've nowhere else to run.
Athena:
(Protect each other? Wait... So, was Robin just trying to protect Junie, too? If so, then the real killer is...)
???:
O'Conner:
Heh. This whole thing's a joke.
Athena:
(Uh-oh, now it's Hugh's turn...)
Judge:
Wh-What... What is wrong with kids these days?!
O'Conner:
I know what just crossed your mind, Ms. Cykes. You think I'm the killer, don't you?
Apollo:
Wow, he really is a genius. He even knows what you're thinking.
O'Conner:
Heh. I think it's about time I told you the truth. And I'll even get right to the point. It was me. I did it.
Athena:
Wait............ WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Apollo:
Now both potential suspects are claiming to be the real killer.
Athena:
Argh! I... I am so confused right now...!
O'Conner:
If you still have doubts, how about I detail my murder plot? It's absolute genius.
Blackquill:
Enough of this nonsense! This is a court of law, not the set of some high-school drama!
Judge:
I see I have no choice. I'm afraid I'll have to--
Blackquill:
Hoy! Wait, Your Baldness!
Judge:
...I'm sorry, Prosecutor Blackquill, but I'm in no position to hand down a verdict just yet. I am hoping that the defense and prosecution can come up with some airtight evidence. That is why I am giving you both the rest of the day to continue investigating this case.
Athena:
(Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming...)
Blackquill:
Hmph. Fine. Do as you wish!
Judge:
This brings today's proceedings to a close. Court is adjourned!
To Be Continued
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Athena:
Athena:
That statement contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
It does? And how would that be?
Athena:
J-Just look at it! It's one huge contradiction!
Judge:
...I see. The defense is simply making another baseless assertion.
Athena:
Eeeeeek! (Crash and burn!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor, Members of the Court, please look at this. That's right. There's no need to explain anything. This piece of evidence says it all.
Judge:
All that says to me is you're completely wrong.
Athena:
Aaaaahhh! (I guess that won't fly.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Athena:
Athena:
This piece of evidence clearly reveals the inconsistency in the witness's testimony!
Judge:
I've been doing this for far too long to be fooled by such nonsense.
Athena:
Ugh! (And I really tried hard that time, too.) Your Honor, can I at least get credit for trying?
Judge:
Very well, I hereby award Ms. Cykes the court's "Wasted Effort" award.
Athena:
Noooooo!
Widget:
Where's the love?
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Apollo:
You mind letting your slightly senior partner help out a little now?
Athena:
...If you insist. (Actually, I could really use the help.) 
Apollo:
Well, I find this statement suspicious. You should find the answer if you take a good look at the evidence.
Athena:
Th-Thanks, Apollo! 
Apollo:
I could get used this [sic] more humble version of you, you know.
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Apollo:
You okay, Athena? You can tell me if something's bothering you.
Athena:
N-No, I'm totally fine! (Actually, I'm not anywhere near fine.) 
Apollo:
The thing with cross-examinations is the answer you need isn't always obvious. You have to dig deep to find clues hidden in the testimony. Really wrestle with it.
Athena:
Oh, so it's like grabbing a bull by the horns and wrestling it to the ground!
Apollo:
Well, try not to take it so literally. Just stick with pressing the witness.
Athena:
Th-Thanks, Apollo! (Okay, let's give it a try!)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "Why I Touched the Costume")
Athena:
Got it!
Athena:
Mr. Newman, this emotion is inconsistent with your testimony!
Newman:
What are you talking about?! It's not truuuue!!! My only emotion is testosterone-fueled stubbornessssssss!!!
Athena:
Yikes! (I wouldn't really call that an emotion!) Wonder where I went wrong? Well, better try that again!
Newman:
Bring it on! A million times or a billion!!! I DON'T CAAAAAARE!!!
Probe wrong area (during Mood Matrix segment "Why I Touched the Costume")
Athena:
Got it!
Athena:
The source of Mr. Newman's anger... is this!
Newman:
Nope! You're way off! WAAAY OFFFFFF!
Athena:
Eeeeek! (No good, huh?) I'm trying to listen carefully, but all his shouting -- it's...!
Apollo:
We'd better finish this off quick before you rupture an eardrum.
Athena:
No worries! I'm gonna nail it next time!
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need prolong this trial any further. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Juniper Woods...
Guilty
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Part 4
October 25
Wright Anything Agency
Athena:
...Sorry, Boss. I couldn't do it. You know, that little bit of advice you gave me? "The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles"? I don't know exactly what you meant... ...but there was no way I could force a smile in that courtroom today.
Phoenix:
I'm just glad you remembered that. But now how about relaxing a little--
Athena:
R-Relax?! Not gonna happen!
Phoenix:
.........
Athena:
Junie... she asked me to defend her because she believes in me. But I... I... felt completely helpless. If it weren't for their confessions, I'd...!
Means:
But if this trial proceeds in the same manner and ends in the same way as the mock trial... ...would you not lose everything you've worked so hard to gain?
Athena:
Well, I'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen, then, won't I!
Athena:
(No, I can't lose it all! Not now!)
Apollo:
You okay, Athena? You're turning kind of pale.
Athena:
...I can't just stand around here! I'm going to finish the investigation!
Trucy:
Can't it wait? I just took a batch of freshly baked cookies out of my magic panties!
Athena:
Thanks, but I'd better get going! Save me one for when I get back. Apollo, you wait here! I need to see Junie at the Detention Center first right away!
Apollo:
No, wait! I'm going with you! Sorry, Mr. Wright, but I'd better go too!
Phoenix:
No problem. You two be careful.
October 25
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Athena:
(There's so much I need to ask Junie. What happened in court today... Where we go from here...)
Means:
Well, now! Fancy meeting you here.
Athena:
Oh, Prof. Means. What brings you here?
Woods:
I asked him to come. He arrived just a little before you. I wanted to ask him something. But first, Athena... I want to apologize for my sudden confession after you worked so hard to defend me.
Athena:
(She was calling me "Thena" until just now...) No, I should be the one apologizing. The whole thing spiraled out of my control.
Woods:
Athena, I--
Athena:
Don't worry! I'll really bring it tomorrow! I'll find something to prove your innocence!
Woods:
About that............ Athena... I've been thinking of asking Prof. Means to defend me.
Athena:
...Huh?
Means:
I myself only just heard of this a moment ago.
Athena:
(Oh... So, she thinks Prof. Means would be... No! I can't let this happen! Not with the way he wants to do things!) J-Junie!
Woods:
I know, Athena, but will you please hear me out?
Talk
Why change lawyers?
Woods:
Athena, do you actually think Hugh or Robin could've committed this crime?
Athena:
(The body was moved right before the mock trial. Besides Junie, they're the only ones... ...who could move freely around the campus at that time...) I'm sorry, Junie, but at this point, I can't rule them out.
Woods:
I was afraid you'd say that.
Means:
Juniper is seeking a lawyer who can clear all three of their names. Only I am capable of such a feat.
Athena:
B-But how can you possibly prove that all three of them are innocent?
Means:
I am a result-oriented person. Come tomorrow, I won't fail to have the perfect piece of evidence ready. For the end really does justify the means, especially for me, Prof. Aristotle Means.
Athena:
(Ugh... I really don't like the sound of that.)
Woods:
I'm sorry, but... Just as you believe I'm innocent, I believe that my friends are innocent, too.
Apollo:
All right. If that's how you really feel, we'll respect your decision.
Athena:
A-Apollo?!
Apollo:
But we want to continue our investigation. Could we ask you some more questions?
Woods:
Sure, I don't mind. Prof. Means, would you like to stay and join our conversation?
Means:
Yes, of course. I am your lawyer, after all.
Athena:
(There's that smile again. Why does it always creep me out?)
Why did you confess?
Athena:
About your confession, Junie. It's not true, is it? 
You just said what you did because Robin had confessed on the stand, didn't you?
Woods:
Yes. I wasn't thinking straight. All I knew was I had to help my friend.
Apollo:
You mean, because of that school rule? The one that says you can't graduate if you are convicted of a crime?
Woods:
No! I didn't do it because of some rule! I did it because she's my friend *cough* *cough, cough*... *cough*
Athena:
(Why is there discord in her voice again? ...Could it really be that the friendship between the three of them is on the rocks? There's more here than meets the eye.)
The trio's friendship
Athena:
When did you three first become friends?
Woods:
Well... Even though we were in different courses, we really bonded from the first day of school. We vowed to work together to bring an end to the dark age of the law. That was when our proof of friendship came about.
Athena:
(There's that proof of friendship again. I just wish this were as simple as that.)
O'Conner:
Heh. We even have proof of our friendship.
Newman:
Yeaaaaaah!!! As long as our friendship lasts! You can bet we'll be carrying them around!
Woods:
But the situation kind of changed recently. When the school's policy shifted to training legal professionals who produce results--
Means:
Allow me to explain. In the lawyer course I teach, producing results means winning trials. Prof. Courte, on the other hand, taught that finding the truth was the only valid result. Unfortunately, that clash of ideas created a rift among our students.
Woods:
At some point, we stopped talking about it. While that meant fewer arguments... ...it also meant we couldn't be as frank and open with each other as we used to be.
Athena:
(I think I understand now. By putting their friendship on a pedestal, they actually did more harm than good. It seems the relationship between the three of them isn't as simple as I thought.)
Apollo:
...Juniper, thank you for talking to us about this difficult subject.
Athena:
Yeah, thanks, Junie. Now, if you could tell us about the day of the murder...
The day of the murder
Athena:
Junie, you told us yesterday that you went home a little after 6:00 PM. Was that a lie?
Woods:
...I'm sorry I didn't tell you this before, but... ...what actually happened was I left the art room a little after 6:00 PM and... ...headed over to my dressing room, where I worked on my stage costume until 7:00.
Athena:
That's it? You didn't go anywhere else?
Woods:
No, nowhere else.
Athena:
(If that really were it, then there would be no reason to lie in the first place. She's gotta be hiding something else.)
Apollo:
Junie, do you remember this picture?
Woods:
Yes, but something's wrong here.
Athena:
Wrong? What's wrong?
Woods:
I took this picture at around 6:00, which was before I'd left the art room.
Athena:
But the clock here says it's just after 7:00.
Woods:
By 7:00, I'd already been working in my dressing room for some time. So, there's definitely something wrong with the time in this picture.
Apollo:
Hm, I guess we'd better go check the art room.
Athena:
Okay, just one last question about the day of the murder.
Encountering O'Conner
Athena:
On the day before the mock trial -- the evening of the murder -- you ran into Hugh.
Woods:
............Yes, I did.
O'Conner:
At around 7:15, I went to the main building before going home. That's when I saw Juniper. We didn't say much as we passed by each other. She seemed her usual self. That's it. Anything else you'd like to ask?
Woods:
.........
Athena:
(She suddenly went silent. She always was terrible at hiding things. Was she trying to keep their meeting a secret by lying about going home at 6:00?) All right, I won't press the matter any further.
Present
Awl
Woods:
That was just a prop. To think it would become an actual murder weapon!
Athena:
The killer is trying to make this case look exactly like your script. That's why this awl was used like that.
Woods:
But... But why would anyone do that?
Athena:
(Yeah, that's the million-dollar question. I wonder if Junie has her suspicions but is afraid to share them with me.)
Courte's Autopsy Report, Tape Recorder, or School Camera Photo
Athena:
Junie, can you tell us anything about this?
Woods:
I don't really know what to say. Um...
Athena:
(She went silent. Seems like she doesn't want to talk about it.)
Athena:
Is there anything else you noticed on the night of the murder?
Woods:
...Well, I don't know if this will help, but... That evening, I went back to my dressing room to get something I'd forgotten there. It was well after the last bell rang... I'd say, maybe around 8:30.
Athena:
Around 8:30, huh? That's over an hour after when the crime supposedly took place.
Woods:
That's when I noticed that both stage statues were finished. They were quite large, and they were each covered with a white sheet, but I could tell. It made me happy to think that after all that hard work, they were finally finished.
Athena:
Oh, right... The statues that Robin made. So they were covered in white sheets...?
Woods:
...*cough*... *cough* *cough*
Athena:
J-Junie! Are you okay?
Woods:
*cough* Sorry. I'm a little tired, that's all.
Apollo:
Athena, I think this meeting is over. Prof. Means?
Means:
I will use any means possible to get the result I want in Juniper's case. But it will require considerable preparation, so I must be off.
Athena:
Athena:
Junie! ...And Prof. Means! I have a proposal!
Woods:
...A proposal?
Apollo:
Wait, this isn't another one of your crazy--
Athena:
By sundown today...!
Woods:
Yes...?
Athena:
I, Athena Cykes, along with Apollo Justice...!
Apollo:
W-Wait a second. Don't drag my name into--
Athena:
We're going to discover the truth behind this murder mystery!
Woods:
......What?!
Athena:
And we're going to bring you solid evidence showing just what that truth is!
Means:
I see... So, it has come to this, has it?
Athena:
If we succeed in doing that... ...I want you to promise that you'll accept it, Junie, no matter how hard it is to hear.
Woods:
.........
Athena:
Then, you shouldn't need anyone else to defend you except me. Have we got a deal? ...I trust that's okay with you too, Prof. Means?
Means:
I have no objections, as long as Juniper is satisfied with this arrangement.
Woods:
............Okay. But only if it's the real truth. I'm sorry to put you through this, Thena. But thank you. I've been thinking only of myself this whole time.
Athena:
Junie, it's way too early to thank me. But you can thank me all you want once I get to the bottom of this!
Means:
...Very well, I will see you back here at sundown.
Apollo:
Sorry for all the trouble, professor. It's just, she's new to the agency, so...
Means:
Don't be silly. I find it all rather thrilling. Now, let us meet here again later!
Woods:
If you'll excuse me, I'd better go.
Athena:
Okay, see you later!
Means:
But if this trial proceeds in the same manner and ends in the same way as the mock trial... ...would you not lose everything you've worked so hard to gain?
Athena:
(Argh! This is no time to be thinking about that! I've got an investigation to do. I WILL find the truth by sundown, no matter what!)
Talk
Any ideas?
Apollo:
Only the three mock trial participants could've moved the body before it started. That's why the killer must be Robin, Hugh, or Juniper.
Athena:
Right, and that means at least one of them is lying.
Apollo:
To make matters worse, I have a feeling each one of them is hiding some sort of secret.
Athena:
(We'll have to bring it all to light. I'm not looking forward to it, but it has to be done!)
About the murder
Apollo:
Today's trial focused on the day of the crime and the actions of those involved.
Athena:
Yeah, like when the voice was recorded, and who went to the art room and when. If we analyze the info we have, we should be able to ID the killer! There's no lead in these legs! I've been training for a day like this! Okay, on my mark! Ready, set--
Apollo:
No running for me. I'm done trying to keep up with you.
Tomorrow's trial
Apollo:
So, the main argument tomorrow will be over how the body was moved. Detective Fulbright said Prosecutor Blackquill already has a plan. I bet it involves some bit of info that will damage Juniper's case.
Athena:
Poor Junie. She gets discouraged much easier than I do, too. I'll just have to reassure her the best I can!) No problem. All we have to do is find some irrefutable evidence before the day is done!
Widget:
Come on, lazybones!
Apollo:
Ha, ha. Very funny, Mr. I-Dangle-Around-Someone's-Neck-All-Day.
Present
Awl, Tape Recorder, School Camera Photo or Voiceprint Analysis
Apollo:
More damaging evidence. Juniper's case seems to have no lack of that.
Athena:
We still have time to turn this whole case upside down! But it'll require some legwork!
Apollo:
You're right. Let's give it our best shot.
Athena:
That's the spirit! We'll start with wind sprints! Two hundred yards, ten times! Ready to go?!
Apollo:
No, wait! Wouldn't our time be better spent investigating the case?
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
Any ideas?
Trucy:
Hungry, Athena? You haven't had lunch yet, right? Well... It's a virtual snack bar in my magic panties! Cookies, chips, Snackoos! You name it!
Athena:
(That's not the most appetizing place to keep snacks...) You know, I'm not that hungry anymore. I'll just have some juice from the fridge.
Trucy:
Great! I've been waiting to have you try drinking from my magic panties.
Athena:
(Ugh. That's even worse.) M-Maybe next time. I'm really busy with the investigation and all.
Trucy:
Oh, you are? Well, when you get back, I'll have all sorts of things ready for you in my magic panties.
Athena:
(Just the very thought is making me shudder.)
Today's Trial
Trucy:
I saw your debut fight, Athena You looked like an old pro out there!
Athena:
I wasn't nearly that good, but thanks.
Trucy:
Aww, c'mon! You'd put a pitbull to shame! You sunk your teeth in and never let go!
Athena:
Sure...
Trucy:
You exploited your opponents' faults, and you split hairs like there was no tomorrow!
Athena:
Okay...
Trucy:
It was amazing! I can't tell you the last time I was on the edge of my seat for a whole fight!
Athena:
Right...
Widget:
Trial = Boxing Match = Trial?
Word around campus
Trucy:
I heard the school festival was canceled. Maybe I could invite you to one of my school events instead to make up?
Athena:
Hey, that's a great idea! Let's talk about it once we settle this case.
Trucy:
Okay. And we could put on a mock-trial-slash-magic show!
Athena:
Oh, uh... how would that work?
Trucy:
At the trial's climax, the victim's wound suddenly heals and she comes back to life! Then a huge shower of confetti rains down on the audience as they give a standing ovation!
Athena:
(Oh, they'd be on their feet, all right, but definitely not to cheer.)
October 25
Themis Legal Academy - Outdoor Stage
???:
Ah!
Athena:
Is it my imagination or did something just move?
Klavier:
Afternoon, you two.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin. What are you doing here? Don't you think sneaking onto campus like this... is just slightly suspicious?
Klavier:
I'll have you know I'm continuing my investigation, in the strictest of confidence.
Athena:
I don't want to be caught napping again at tomorrow's trial. And that means a thorough investigation today. Think you can lend us a hand?
Klavier:
I'm not one to refuse a damsel in distress. But you needn't have asked, Fräulein. I'd intended to help from the start.
Athena:
You're the best, Prosecutor Gavin! (Okay, time for a thorough investigation. I bet we missed lots of stuff yesteday!)
Talk
The stage
Athena:
Prosecutor Gavin, you were scheduled to perform at the school festival, weren't you?
Klavier:
That's right. But I hadn't seen this stage until yesterday. That backdrop with the starry sky and big crescent moon isn't half bad. We also had some tricks up our sleeve to make the concert really rock. Pyrotechnics, a fog machine, big banners... Things like that. It would've looked like this.
Athena:
Oh, the plans from yesterday. What's that design on the banner there in the back? I know the scales are the school emblem... ...but what's with the number six? It looks like it's in serious pain or something.
Apollo:
A-Athena, ixnay on the ixsey.
Klavier:
That's the Gavinners's logo, Fräulein. Oh, and nice Pig Latin, Herr Forehead. Really smooth.
Athena:
Oh! I, uh... I meant, it looks like the number six rocking seriously hard.
Klavier:
Nein, Fräulein, it's a G for Gavinners, not a six. But whatever floats your pretty boat.
Apollo:
So where is the banner? I don't see it anywhere onstage.
Klavier:
It was an important part of the show, but the school managed to misplace it somehow. It's a pity. We had it specially made from heavyweight high-grade cloth. A missing banner and two broken statues -- there are mysteries aplenty to be solved, ja?
Athena:
(Come to think of it, one of the broken statues was of Prosecutor Gavin.)
The statues
Klavier:
As you can see here in the stage plans... ...right here, we have the statue of me... ...and right here, Herr Wright's statue. But little does that matter now, as we both lie in pieces thanks to you, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
What did I ever do to you?!
Athena:
Actually, this statue broke into rather large pieces. Why don't we try to put it back together? Maybe we'll learn something new.
Klavier:
Hmm... Picking up the pieces of a shattered rock star? Achtung! That's one über-cool idea! There might even be a song in there somewhere!
Athena:
Yay! Let's do this! Schnell!
Apollo:
Is this an investigation or am I interrupting a German Language Club social event?
Present
Tape Recorder
Klavier:
I'm flattered, Fräulein, but the answer is nein.
Athena:
What do you mean, "nein"?
Klavier:
You want to record my godlike voice on your little tape recorder there, ja? Well, sorry. I may have retired from the music biz, but I will not sell myself cheap.
Athena:
(It's a piece of evidence, you-- Oh, never mind.)
Examine
Festival Sign
Athena:
Sixty-seventh?! Wow, this school festival goes way back. Oh, look. The text on this sign isn't written, it's embroidered! And there's a warning in even smaller embroidery... "Embroidered sign lovingly crafted by the Handicrafts Club. KEEP DRY!" (But the sign is outside. What happens if it rains?)
Stage Backdrop
Athena:
I dunno... This is fine for a rock concert, but... The nighttime sky as backdrop for a courtroom?
Klavier:
Personally, I think it's breathtaking. I mean, speaking the truth under a starry sky? Don't you think it's romantic, Fräulein? And the waning crescent moon represents the maximum three-day trial cycle.
Athena:
(Three-day trial outdoors? No thanks. If it starts raining my hair'll be ruined!)
Prosecutor's Bench
Athena:
There's even a prosecutor's bench here on this stage.
Klavier:
Ah, the memories, Fräulein. As a former rock star, and a prosecutor... ...the prosecutor's bench has taught me much about human emotions, passion, and fight.
Athena:
I can picture it now -- you with your silvery singing voice and Apollo sweating bullets.
Apollo:
Hey, how about picturing me winning once in a while?
Defense's Bench
Athena:
The winner of the mock trial was to take the training seminar right here.
Apollo:
You mean, Hugh or Robin?
Athena:
Yeah... Besides Junie, they're the only ones who could move freely around the campus... ...before the mock trial. That means one of them must be the killer.
Apollo:
But that's not really enough to go on, is it? We need to talk with Juniper one more time and persuade her to give us a name.
Athena:
Right. And that means we have to find irrefutable evidence before the day ends! (There's no time to lose! But we can't rush it, either! Efficiency is the key!)
Witness Stand
Athena:
Wow, they built a witness stand, too, even though it's just a temporary stage. (Oh, but I think they're still working on it. Let's see what this notice says.) "Caution: Pedestal features a high-speed rotation mode. Activate with care." (You mean this thing spins...?)
Judge's Stand (front view)
Athena:
It's a bit too far away to get a good look. Maybe we should try a different angle.
Judge's Stand (back view)
Athena:
Ooh, I like the view. The judge can look down on everything from up here.
Apollo:
Yeah, not bad for a temporary stage.
Athena:
Hmm... Is that so, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Heh, your judge act from the mock mock trial? I don't know why, but it kind of creeps me out. 
Athena:
Wrong answer again, Mr. Justice. A penalty for our mock lawyer!
Apollo:
Arrrgh! ...That is NOT funny!
Chalk Outline
Athena:
The body's gone. All that's left is a white outline. I never knew Prof. Courte personally... ...but seeing her reduced to a white outline leaves me cold inside.
Apollo:
But in a way, she still lives on in the messages she left behind. Like the strange way her body was posed and the signs of her wrists being bound.
Athena:
You're right. Let's use her final messages to catch her killer!
Gavin Statue (broken)
Athena:
Oh, no, Prosecutor Gavin! You're a complete wreck, literally! Why in the world would someone do something like this?
Apollo:
I don't know, but whoever did it must've felt an amazing sense of release.
Klavier:
Can I take that as a confession, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
What?! No! I feel bad for Robin. She worked so hard on these. Let's pick up the pieces for her!
Klavier:
You got it! Let's check every corner of this stage then, ja!
Gavin Statue (fixed)
Athena:
Hey, look what I made! Not bad, huh?
Klavier:
You're like a recording artist who samples other people's work and calls it their own.
Athena:
Well, you know what they say. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery! In any case, we have a statue smasher in addition to a killer to catch now!
Klavier:
Nein, I suspect they might be one in [sic] the same.
Wright Statue
Athena:
The other statue Robin made... It's been smashed to bits. If there were some larger pieces, we might be able to put this one back together, too.
Klavier:
Yeah, but all I see are itty bitty ones.
Athena:
I wonder what Mr. Wright would think... ...if he knew we put Prosecutor Gavin's statue back together, but left his like this.
Apollo:
We could always come back to it after the case is solved. I'll help you fix it.
Lady Justice statue (fixed)
Apollo:
This statue doesn't look anything like you or Mr. Wright.
Klavier:
The goddess bearing scales and a sword... She's a symbol of fairness and strength.
Athena:
But she and her symbols were shattered along with the statues of you and Mr. Wright. This is a direct challenge to the rule of law! Well, if they want a fight, they've got one!
Apollo:
Whoa, take it down a notch, tiger. Let's save the fighting for when we find our culprit.
Speaker
Athena:
Look! There's your rival over there, Apollo!
Apollo:
Who, Prosecutor Gavin? We've battled it out a few times before, but I wouldn't call him--
Athena:
No, not him. I'm meant [sic] that speaker over there! It can output massive blasts of sound that rival your Chords of Steel!
Apollo:
I have better things to do than compete with a speaker, so just forget it.
Box
Athena:
Wait... You don't think this weird box here is--
???:
Sss, sss, sss... Hands off!
Athena:
I knew it. I'd know that voice anywhere.
Apollo:
Let's just ignore it. I mean, it made its wishes loud and clear.
Athena:
(So, this is the future cardboard box technology has afforded us, huh...)
School Newspaper
Athena:
It's a copy of the school paper with that story about the alleged love triangle. I wonder if people waste their time reading this stuff...
Sss, sss, sss... It's more popular than you think...
Apollo:
W-What was that?! I thought I heard something just now...
Athena:
Y-You're just hearing things! It was nothing more than your ears playing tricks on you!
Fragment 1
Athena:
Found one! A piece of Prosecutor Gavin's shattered pride!
Klavier:
Are you saying my pride is as fragile as plaster of Paris?
Apollo:
It looks like there are other large pieces scattered about.
Athena:
Okay, let's find what we can!
Purple Fragment added to the Court Record. Or: White Fragment added to the Court Record.
Fragments 2, 3 and 4
Athena:
Found another piece of the statue!
Apollo:
But there should still be some more. Let's leave no stone unturned.
Purple Fragments updated in the Court Record. Or: White Fragments updated in the Court Record.
Fragment 5
Apollo:
This looks like another piece of the statue.
Athena:
Thanks, Apollo! This makes five piece in all.
Apollo:
I think we have all we're going to find.
Athena:
Okay, let's get back to where Prosecutor Gavin was shattered!
Klavier:
I think you might want to reword that.
Purple Fragments updated in the Court Record. Or: White Fragments updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
Well, I don't see any other big pieces lying around.
Apollo:
Yeah. Let's see if we can put this statue back together.
Athena:
All right, Apollo you come over here and Prosecutor Gavin, if you could hold this...
Athena:
We did it! Not bad, if I do say so myself!
Klavier:
Yeah, but don't you think it's strange? We put the statue back together, but look. What's with all these leftover white pieces?
Athena:
Hm... These two look like they go together. And these pieces, too!
Apollo:
Um, Athena? What do you think you're doing?
Athena:
Don't stop me now. The artist inside me wants to get out and have a good time!
Apollo:
So... what is it...?
Klavier:
Ah... It's the goddess of law holding a pair of scales in one hand and a sword in the other. That's quite the feat you pulled off there, Fräulein.
Athena:
Whew! I love that feeling you get after you work really hard on something!
Apollo:
No, no, no! I knew WHO it was! I meant to ask what's it doing here!
Klavier:
Not sure. There's no statue like this in the stage plans.
Athena:
(Still, I could swear I've seen this statue somewhere before.)
Lady Justice added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
The more we learn, the deeper the rabbit hole goes.
Klavier:
At least we're moving in the right direction. Let's keep searching the stage for clues.
Athena:
I've been wondering about something this whole time. You know that pole at the edge of the stage?
Apollo:
You mean this? It has a wire that goes off and connects to something somewhere.
Pole (before examining Wire)
Athena:
This pole supports the wire over the stage. Just seeing it makes me want to climb it.
Apollo:
What's with your constant desire to run and climb things?
Athena:
What's wrong with being competitive? You need to man up a little, Apollo.
Apollo:
Well, I'm not climbing that thing, that's for sure. I'd like to keep my spine intact.
Klavier:
Care to see where that wire goes?
Building
Apollo:
An impressive building fit for an impressive school.
Athena:
Yeah, and these beautiful walls are like a big blank canvas. See? My shoeprints leave really distinct marks.
Apollo:
Hey, cut that out before you get us in trouble!
Wire
Klavier:
This wire is for hanging banners over the stage. One of the policemen who was here earlier was checking how it worked.
Apollo:
Oh, so that's why the banner looks like it's out of place.
Klavier:
The banners are hung and removed from the art room over there.
Athena:
That's the art room over there? As in the scene of the crime?!
Klavier:
Bingo, Fräulein. It's still crawling with cops, though.
Athena:
Hey...! Anyone in the art room?!
Fulbright:
Oh, it's you people! Ha ha ha! In justice we trust!
Athena:
Ah, it's Detective Fulbright! ...In justice we trust!
Klavier:
Is that some kind of a greeting between you two?
Athena:
Detective Fulbright! Can you lower that banner from there?!
Fulbright:
Of course! Just leave it to me!
Fulbright:
How's that?! *huff* *puff* Whew!
Athena:
Thanks, Detective! In justice we trust!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Always glad to help! In justice we trust!
Klavier:
So, is that some kind of greeting between you two or not?
Apollo:
Well, looks like the banner's down now. Let's go take a look.
Window (after examining Wire)
Athena:
That's the art room -- the scene of the crime -- over there. Let's get Detective Fulbright's attention!
Apollo:
Wait. We probably shouldn't bother him unless we really need something.
Athena:
Aww... I really wanted to do that whole "In justice we trust!" thing again.
School Banner (side view)
Athena:
It’s a little hard to see from this angle. Let’s look at it head-on.
School Banner (tied-up)
Apollo:
Look at this banner. I don't think it would flap very well in the wind.
Athena:
An unflappable banner? Hey, I like that! It goes perfect with unflappable lawyers and unflappable rockers! It's like it was made for this very stage!
Apollo:
Look at this. The bottom part is all knotted up. Lemme try and unravel it.
Athena:
Geez, did you really have to? You don't come across an unflappable banner every day!
Apollo:
Athena, there are some things that have to yield to forces beyond themselves.
Athena:
What a cruel world we live in.
Apollo:
Hey, a scrap of paper was caught up inside. ...It's blowing away!
Athena:
I got it! ............Yes! Great catch, huh?! Looks like some kind of note. What does it say?
Apollo:
"October Hugh 120." What's that supposed to mean?
Athena:
A test score maybe? Pretty impressive when you consider that 100 is a perfect score!
Apollo:
I don't see how even Hugh can get beyond perfect...
Klavier:
Fräulein, shall we inspect the banner again, now that it has been unraveled?
"Hugh" Scrap added to the Court Record.
School Banner (unraveled)
Athena:
This is the emblem that's on Junie's school uniform.
Apollo:
Hey, you're right. ...Wait a sec! It's hard to see against the red material, but look. There's a dark red stain here, just under the emblem.
Athena:
This banner was on a wire connected to the art room.
Apollo:
Right, and the art room is where the murder occurred. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?!
Athena:
This stain might be from the victim's blood!
School Banner added to the Court Record.
Anything else
Athena:
There's really not much of interest here. At least, that's what my intuition tells me.
Examining again after finishing
Athena:
(Hmm... We've pretty much finished searching around here, but... just one more look.)
}}
Athena:
Whew! That was a whole lot of poking around in such a short time.
Apollo:
Does that mean you're satisfied?
Athena:
Actually, there was one more thing I wanted to check out. See that metal fence back there? There's just that one segment, so it seems out of place.
Klavier:
It looks like they were in the process of removing them after the stage was set up. But they were never able to finish on account of the murder.
Apollo:
We should take a look if you think it could be important.
Athena:
Hmm... This track looks man-made.
Apollo:
Hey, you're right. And it looks like it starts from behind the backdrop.
Athena:
Maybe a big muddy pro wrestler was hiding back there.
Apollo:
.........Well, that was totally random, but we'll never know until we take a look.
Athena:
Looks like something was being dragged through here, and this is where it started.
Apollo:
Yeah, but whatever it was, it's long gone.
Klavier:
Must've been pretty heavy. Perhaps it was used in setting up the school festival.
Athena:
Aww, then I guess it wasn't a pro wrestler. Still, this could be something important.
Apollo:
Well, that's about it for the stage.
Athena:
Right. I think we'd better search the art room next.
Klavier:
I think I'll hang around here for a while. But make sure to tell me once you find it, ja?
Apollo:
Find what?
Klavier:
What else? The Gavinners banner that disappeared from the stage. You never know -- it just might be connected to the case at hand.
Athena:
(Really? Or does he just want his banner back?)
???:
Sss, sss, sss. Don't tell me... So, in short, that's...
Athena:
Hm? Hey...
Apollo:
That box... It just took off running.
Athena:
I have a pretty good idea who that is, as I suspect you do, too. Come on! We can't afford to have any weird articles written about us!
Apollo:
The maintenance area's over in that direction. After that box!
October 25
Themis Legal Academy - Maintenance Area
Athena:
...Myriam, you're liable to get tossed in the garbage truck if you hang around here.
Scuttlebutt:
I'm just an empty box. And that's what you do with them -- you throw them away.
Athena:
Hey, did you change boxes? I like the new look.
Scuttlebutt:
What does it matter anymore?! I was a complete failure in court today! My work, my pride, my dream -- everything I've worked so hard for... Gone!
Athena:
Sorry, Ms. Scuttlebutt, but... ...doesn't believing you had a scoop when you really didn't make you a failure as a reporter?
Scuttlebutt:
A f-failure as a r-reporter?! Kahk-kahk-kahk. Kaaahk kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk! Ack! ...Ah!!!
Apollo:
Come to think of it, calling her a failure as a reporter might've been a bit extreme.
Athena:
Nngh...
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss! Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss! Scold me! Despise me! Pack me away where I'll never see the light of day! I've been cast aside to waste away into a big pile of mushy paper mache!
Athena:
(I kind of feel responsible for this, but...)
Apollo:
Now's our chance to prod her for information while she's vulnerable! I bet that's what you were just thinking.
Athena:
What kind of a person do you think I am? (He read me like a book...)
Talk
Scuttling Scuttlebutt
Athena:
That was you on the stage earlier, wasn't it? Why'd you run off like that?
Scuttlebutt:
......... Take a look... at this.
Athena:
Why are you showing me a burnt up old rag?
Apollo:
Wait, it's really hard to see, but I think that's the Gavinners's logo there.
Athena:
So, is this the banner that disappeared? It's all burned up.
Scuttlebutt:
D-Don't look at me. I just happened to find it in the incinerator.
Athena:
(Incinerator? Did Blackquill actually make good on his threat to burn her box?)
Apollo:
We should probably try to find out whether someone tried to destroy this on purpose.
Athena:
Yeah, this banner is sounding less and less unrelated to our case, Apollo...
Burnt Fragments added to the Court Record.
The depths of despair
Athena:
Um, Myriam? I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have said you were a failure as a reporter.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss... Too late. I already decided journalism isn't for me. The last step is to erase all of the photos on my PC! I'm really going to do it! Here goes! Five percent... Ten percent... Sss, sss, sss! Four years of my life down the drain!
Apollo:
Shouldn't we stop her, Athena?
Athena:
Myriam, you should keep publishing your paper. I didn't mean what I said, okay?
Scuttlebutt:
You didn't mean it? ...Oh, no, my photos! Stop! Cancel! Abort!
Athena:
.........Did you stop it in time?
Scuttlebutt:
Deletion progress... Ninety-nine percent complete... There are only two pictures left. Sss, sss, sss. Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss!
Apollo:
What are you going to do now, Athena?! You owe it to her to make this right!
Athena:
I-I know...
Your photo technique
Athena:
D-Don't worry, Myriam. Your photos may be gone... ...but the memory of your photographic genius will live on forever in all of our hearts!
Apollo:
Ooh... Athena. That was cringe-worthy.
Athena:
Hey, Myriam, check this out! You took some amazing photos of the three of them. I'm sure they really appreciated it.
Scuttlebutt:
Obviously. I'm the ace member of the Newspaper Club. The only member, in fact!
Athena:
I know this won't make up for the photos you lost, but here are your newspapers back.
Themis Herald and Themis Herald Extra returned to Myriam.
Scuttlebutt:
There's no rest for the wicked! I plan on pursuing those three for as long as I live.
Athena:
Myriam, why are you so obsessed with Juniper, Hugh, and Robin?
Scuttlebutt:
O-Obsessed?! I'm not obsessed with them! It's just, they were so close, ever since their freshman year, so uh... well...
Apollo:
Athena, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Athena:
(Yeah, I think that's the only explanation.)
Scuttlebutt:
W-W-Wait a second! You're not thinking what I think you're thinking!
Athena:
Athena:
That's exactly what he's thinking, Myriam. You want in on their little trio!
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk! ...kahk-kahk!!! Kaaahk kahk-kahk-kahk!!! How could you possibly know thaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Apollo:
...That's one abused laptop.
Scuttlebutt:
...Kahk-kahk-kahk. My laptop won't turn on. Never thought my life would end so soon. A mere seventeen years...
Athena:
(Now I really feel bad.) Oh, I know! Myriam, we have a laptop at the office. We'd be happy to lend it to you.
Scuttlebutt:
Huh? Y-You have a laptop I could use?!
Athena:
Sure, but on one condition. I want you to ask Junie, Hugh, and Robin if you can hang out with them.
Scuttlebutt:
What?! Like I could ever do that!
Athena:
Sorry, but that's the deal if you want to borrow our laptop.
Apollo:
You scare me sometimes, Athena. You're like good cop, bad cop all rolled into one.
Scuttlebutt:
Kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk. Fine! I'll do it! If that's all you want!
Athena:
Yay! I'll be by later to bring you the laptop!
Scuttlebutt:
W-Wait! It's not like I owe you anything, but here.
Athena:
Th-Thanks. Oh, it's a set of pictures.
Apollo:
Looks like they're setting up the stage.
Scuttlebutt:
Yeah, I took them when they were putting the stage's backdrop into place.
Athena:
Wow, you sure have an eye for photography! (...From what I can make out, anyway.)
Scuttlebutt:
There are the last two photos that didn't get deleted. They're all yours.
Stage Set Up Photos added to the Court Record.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss, sss! Well, see you around, Scary Lawyer Lady!
Apollo:
That was really impressive, Athena. What's next?
Athena:
Well... I'd like to talk to Hugh or Robin if possible.
Apollo:
Okay, let's walk around and see if we can find them!
Present
Lady Justice
Apollo:
Pretty impressive the way you fixed that so quickly.
Athena:
I wouldn't really say I fixed it. I just looked at the pieces to see how they fit together.
Apollo:
Too bad we can't put Mr. Wright's statue back together, too.
Athena:
Oh, I totally forgot! But we're running out of time, so...
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin and Lady Justice are back up, but Mr. Wright still lies there shattered. But that was totally your call. I promise not to say anything to Mr. Wright, as long as you don't make me run anymore.
Athena:
Ah...! You wouldn't...! Would you?
Athena:
(Once we take care of this case, I'd better come back and fix Mr. Wright's statue, too!)
Outdoor Stage
Talk
Contribution to the case
Athena:
I just wanted to say thanks for helping with our investigation!
Klavier:
No danke necessary, Fraulein. I was doing this partly for myself, too. I also have access to police data and gear, what with my many fans on the force.
Apollo:
I assume you always get official authorization, right, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
You are such a stick-in-the-mud, Herr Forehead. Let's just say, I have my ways. So relax. Unlike Prof. Means, I believe there is no proper end without justifiable means. And that always includes a bright smile and some wicked air guitar.
Apollo:
For a second there, I thought we were going to get philosophical... for once.
Examine
Tracks on fence
Athena:
It looks like something was dragged through the dirt here. The track seems to start from behind the backdrop.
Apollo:
I wonder what could've made that. 
Athena:
I wouldn't rule out a pro wrestler scraping by here.
Apollo:
Wow. Now you're getting oddly specific about your oddly random ideas.
Present
Burnt Fragments
Klavier:
Why are you carrying a sooty mess of fabric around?
Athena:
Yeah, about that. This is kinda hard to say, but...
Apollo:
This is the banner you've been looking for. It was found in the incinerator.
Klavier:
What?! This ash and cinder?! That's all that's left?!
Athena:
Somehow, I don't think was a random act of vandalism.
Klavier:
Yeah, it no doubt bears some relation to the case at hand. In short, this is a challenge directed at me and Gavinners fans everywhere. Mark my words, Fraulein. I WILL find the perpetrator behind the crime!
Athena:
Great, thanks! (Does he mean whoever burned the flag... ...or the professor's killer? I'll just cross my fingers that they're one and the same.)
Wright Anything Agency
Present
Lady Justice
Trucy:
You must be so disappointed, Athena. You can't master magic in a day. It takes practice, practice, practice.
Athena:
Um... I don't quite follow.
Trucy:
I'm talking about that jumbled mess of a statue. Look at all the cracks in that thing! I mean, you totally botched your restore-the-broken-statue trick, right?
Athena:
Trick? I wasn't trying to--
Trucy:
When you botch a trick, don't admit defeat by resorting to glue or things like that. Just smash it to bits and start all over again! Here, give it to me! I'll show you!
Athena:
N-N-No, don't! (I don't have time to put it together again!)
October 25
Themis Legal Academy - 3F Art Room
Athena:
Well, here it is -- the art room where the grisly crime occurred. Let's start looking--
Fulbright:
Stop right there! This is an active crime scene! No unauthorized personnel allowed!
Athena:
What? Can't you make an exception? You won't even notice we're--
Fulbright:
Freeze! I don't think so! No exceptions! Now, move along! Nothing to see here!
Athena:
Ugh. He doesn't seem very accommodating this time. Let's try again later.
October 25
Themis Legal Academy - 1F Hallway
Athena:
Hey! That's Hugh over there! Hugh, we wanted a word with you, if you don't mind.
O'Conner:
If it was Mr. Wright, then sure, but you two? Meh...
Athena:
(I knew it. There's a hint of discord in Hugh's voice.)
Apollo:
You're not getting off that easy. After all, you're a possible suspect, plus you actually confessed in court.
O'Conner:
Whatever. So, what do you want from me? But make it brief. I don't have a lot of time, and I assume you don't either.
Talk
Why did you confess?
Athena:
About your confession today... You weren't serious about that, were you?
O'Conner:
Let's just say I had no choice thanks to a certain lawyer who failed to get the job done.
Athena:
*gulp*
Apollo:
So, you're really prepared to take the blame for this?
O'Conner:
Not gonna happen. The voice on the tape is female, so that rules me out. Let's put it this way: you don't actually believe that ridiculous play on words, do you? Well, my confession is just like that -- a means to an end. Or as we say around here... ...the end justifies the means.
Athena:
(Ugh. But I actually DO believe the voice is shouting, "Hugh O'Conner!")
O'Conner:
Juniper's confession was quite advantageous to the real killer. But if Robin or I were actually the killer, we wouldn't have confessed. It's that simple. Even you should be capable of such reasoning, or have I overestimated you?
Apollo:
You'll make a great lawyer someday. I mean, you seem to enjoy getting under people's skin.
Athena:
(Hmm... Could Hugh and Robin's confessions really prove their innocence instead of their guilt? This is going to take some serious thinking on my part.)
Relation to Blackquill
Athena:
It sure looked like Prosecutor Blackquill was twisting your arm to testify earlier today. Is there some sort of secret he's using against you?
O'Conner:
...I've no intention of saying anything more. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Blackquill:
Hold! I am not through with you yet.
O'Conner:
Heh. It seems the rogue prosecutor has it out for me.
Blackquill:
Leave, and we just might discuss you-know-what.
O'Conner:
Ack! N-No, wait!
Athena:
(One little statement and Mr. Cool loses it? What's that all about?)
O'Conner:
I changed my mind. ...I'll stay and testify.
O'Conner:
You really are a rank amateur. Even if that were true, you think I'd open up to you?
Athena:
(So, he's not denying it. That secret might be causing the discord in his voice. Then again, we have the same problem with Junie and Robin.)
O'Conner:
Heh. You're just wasting your time and mine. Next question.
Courte's planner
Athena:
About that meeting with Prof. Courte on the 23rd... Why did she want to see you?
O'Conner:
I've no intention of telling you. You'll have to force it out of me any way you can.
Athena:
Ugh... Prof. Means strikes again. (Then again, Hugh IS in the lawyer course.) But didn't Prof. Courte used to say that the only good result is the truth? So, why don't you drop this whole charade and just tell me the truth!
O'Conner:
...The truth. How can you be so sure it will help you solve this case? The truth isn't necessarily your friend, nor Juniper's for that matter.
Athena:
No, you're wrong! I don't care what anyone says. I'm going to defend Junie the right way -- using the truth! (That's the only way to honor Junie's wishes and Prof. Courte's memory!)
O'Conner:
I see. Very well, Ms. Cykes. I'll testify tomorrow about that truth you're so interested in.
Athena:
Hugh...
O'Conner:
But... Heh heh heh. Don't look to me if something happens to Juniper because of it. Understand?
Athena:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean?
Apollo:
What a terrible thing to say. I thought you guys were friends?
O'Conner:
Yes, we were. Until just recently, actually.
Athena:
Were?
O'Conner:
I already told Juniper, so I might as well tell you. I don't really care about her anymore.
Athena:
What? Why?
O'Conner:
Just as I have my secrets, she has a side you've never seen. Juniper's not all sunshine and rainbows like you think she is.
Athena:
Wh-What are you saying?!
O'Conner:
This conversation is over. I said I don't have a lot of time and I meant it.
Present
"Hugh" Scrap
Athena:
Is it just me or is this your name here?
O'Conner:
Heh, that's my name, but how should I know what it's doing there? But being that the whole campus looks up to me... ...I'm not surprised to find my name mentioned here and there.
Athena:
(And I'm not surprised he said that, being the narcissist he is.)
After clearing all Talk options:
Apollo:
Hugh, wait! .........He's gone.
Athena:
He doesn't care about her anymore? Why would he say that?
Apollo:
That didn't go so well. I guess we'll just have to pin our hopes on his testimony tomorrow. Athena, what do you say we head over to the art room. Might be a nice change of pace. Hopefully, the police have completed their investigation.
Athena:
All right. We don't really have much time left, anyway.
October 25
Themis Legal Academy - 3F Art Room
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Why, if it isn't my little lawyer friends again!
Athena:
Thanks again for lowering that school banner for us earlier.
Fulbright:
Don't mention it. Helping those in need is what my brand of justice is all about!
Apollo:
Right... So, this art room was where the murder actually occurred?
Fulbright:
That's right. You can't see it with the naked eye, but there's blood on the floor! That area roped off in the middle of the room marks the spot. The police investigation is done, so if you want to look around, knock yourselves out!
Talk
Art room investigation
Athena:
Find anything new, Detective Fulbright?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Good question! Unfortunately, the answer is nothing much yet!
Athena:
(He sure is confident for having found nothing...)
Fulbright:
But if we're talking outside of the art room, there has been a major breakthrough!
Athena:
Oh, dear! Unless I find out what that is, I don't know what I shall do.
Fulbright:
No need for the theatrics. I was told I could fill you in on this one!
Athena:
Wow, you saw right through me, Detective! I'm impressed.
Apollo:
Looking to get arrested for murder via unwarranted flattery, are we?
The breakthrough
Apollo:
So, what's the major breakthrough you mentioned?
Fulbright:
You want to know?! You really want to know?! You really, really--
Athena:
Come on, just tell us, already!
Fulbright:
Aww, you're no fun. ...Anywho, we got the results of the voiceprint analysis back!
Athena:
Voiceprint? You mean for this tape recorder?
Fulbright:
Exactly. The voice belongs to the suspect Ms. Woods, beyond a shadow of a doubt! See right here?! They analyzed the voice on the tape inside and out!
Voiceprint Analysis added to the Court Record.
Fulbright:
And you thought the voice on the tape was saying, "Hugh O'Conner!" Ha ha ha ha ha! Thanks for the good laugh, Ms. Cykes!
Athena:
Argh! (He's the last person I want laughing at me!)
Apollo:
So now there's evidence of Juniper shouting, "You're a goner!" around the time of death. If we were to take this as truth, how are we supposed to make sense of it?
Athena:
(I don't know... I can't think of any reason why Junie would shout that in the first place.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Fulbright:
Hm? That was totally random. Well, two can play at that game! In justice we trust! How do you like them apples?! Pretty spiffy, huh? I polish the leather case to a rich luster daily. And once a week, I apply an anti-rust protectant to my badge!
Athena:
Is all that really necessary?
Fulbright:
Of course, it is! A detective's badge is his first line of defense! I'm sure you treat your badge with tender loving care, too!
Apollo:
Athena, I always see your badge gathering dust on your desk. And you usually scramble to find it right before leaving the office.
Athena:
Nngh...... (Hmph. No comment!)
Mock Trial Script
Fulbright:
The mock trial is the key to this case. That much I'm sure!
Athena:
Yeah, but even if the case and the script are similar, that doesn't mean Juniper's guilty. I already proved that in court this morning!
Fulbright:
Oh, right. This could be a problem. What to do, what to do!
Athena:
Well, we better get back to our investigation.
Fulbright:
Hey! Don't walk away like that! Even champions of justice need help sometimes!
Athena:
(Seriously? He wants me to help him convict our client?)
Awl, Tape Recorder or Voiceprint Analysis
Fulbright:
That's gonna give the prosecution a decisive advantage! Prepare to get owned tomorrow!
Athena:
I don't think so. We have new evidence that will blow your case out of the water!
Fulbright:
Oh, yeah? Well, Prosecutor Blackquill has a witness ready to deliver brand-new testimony! Plus, he has a new tie and a pair of even flimsier shackles just ready to break! Tomorrow's trial will be ours! In justice we trust!
Athena:
Well, tomorrow I'll be using a new shampoo and I'm changing breakfast cereals, too! What about you, Apollo?! What'll be new with you tomorrow?!
Apollo:
I think we should approach the case with a fresh, new attitude. It's what's on the inside that's important. We'll be fine as long as we stand strong.
Athena:
W-Wow, Apollo! That was actually really inspiring!
Anything else
Fulbright:
I see! So, that's your symbol of justice! Well, here's mine! In justice we trust!
Athena:
(I'd be happy if I never saw one of those again.)
Examine
Roped-off area
Athena:
Hey, this area with the rope around it...
Fulbright:
That's where we detected a large bloodstain. In short, the victim was stabbed here or somewhere close by.
Athena:
The fact that there's no visible blood means it was wiped up with something, right?
Fulbright:
Right. But we were able to detect trace amounts of blood. Merely wiping it up does not remove all evidence of wrongdoing! And that--
Athena:
In a nutshell, is JUSTICE... right?
Fulbright:
I'd appreciate it if you'd let me have the cool lines...
Clock
Athena:
This is the clock that created that major problem for Junie. Let's take a closer look!
Fulbright:
Don't waste your time! I've checked it, and it's a hundred percent accurate!
Athena:
You sure? How'd you check it?
Fulbright:
Of course I'm sure! I compared it to my own watch! See?!
Athena:
Um... Detective Fulbright, didn't you notice that your watch had stopped?
Fulbright:
It has? Ah... Ah! This is unacceptable!
Apollo:
We obviously can't rely on him. Let's take a look for ourselves.
Athena:
Let's see... Wait a second! It's ahead by one whole hour. Well, Detective?
Fulbright:
Ah... Argggh! B-B-But...!
Athena:
This clock must've also been an hour ahead when this photo was taken! If so, that would fit perfectly with Junie's testimony. Prosecutor Blackquill won't like this. I almost feel sorry for the detective... Almost.
Apollo:
You can at least pretend to feel sorry by wiping that big grin off your face...
Fulbright:
W-W-Wait just one minute! The clock is an hour ahead right now, sure! But what proof do you have that it was running ahead on the day of the crime?!
Athena:
(Hmm... That's a good question. Wait. I think I just might have something...) Detective Fulbright, you would agree that there is a moon outside this window, right?
Fulbright:
Sure, it looks like a nice drawing of a crescent moon.
Athena:
But if you look at that window in the back with the winch attached to it... ...you'll see that the only view to be had is the opposite side of the school building.
Fulbright:
Oof! Then... Then what's this moon doing here?!
Athena:
(Hmm... I wonder...)
Athena:
Prosecutor Gavin, you were scheduled to perform at the school festival, weren't you?
Klavier:
That's right. But I hadn't seen this stage until yesterday. That backdrop with the starry sky and big crescent moon isn't half bad.
Athena:
(Isn't this the same as the one painted on the stage backdrop?) The proof's right here, Detective. This shows it was 6:00 PM when the photo was taken!
Present Stage Set Up Photos
Athena:
Leads to:
"I know what this moon really is. And if you look at this photo, you'll know too."
Present anything else
Athena:
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Nice try! But evidence like that will never sway me from the true path of justice! It will also please Prosecutor Blackquill to know how wrong you were!
Athena:
Ugh. Guess I blew that one. What now?
Fulbright:
What's this?! Is that the voice of someone in need?!
Athena:
(Yeah, because of you!)
Leads back to:
"The proof's right here, Detective. This shows it was 6:00 PM when the photo was taken!"
Athena:
I know what this moon really is. And if you look at this photo, you'll know too. This shows where that moon in the photo came from and the truth of Junie's testimony.
Fulbright:
Wh-Wha-What?! Where?! Where does it show that?!
Athena:
If you look right here, it will all become crystal clear!
Present board
Athena:
Leads to:
"They were still prepping the stage, so its backdrop wasn't in place yet."
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Fulbright:
Well, stop stalling! Tell me what I should be looking at!
Athena:
Um, right here. See where I'm pointing?!
Fulbright:
Very funny. Now hurry up and show me what you're really talking about!
Athena:
Ugh... (Guess that wasn't it. Let's think about it step by step. What was that moon in the photo really made of?)
Leads back to:
"If you look right here, it will all become crystal clear!"
Athena:
They were still prepping the stage, so its backdrop wasn't in place yet. This photo shows them in the process of moving the backdrop into position.
Apollo:
I can see that. That's the big board hanging here. The size matches, too.
Fulbright:
But there's no picture. That's a crucial detail.
Athena:
It is, but I believe what we're seeing in this photo is the back of the board.
Fulbright:
The back of the...?
Athena:
That's right. And at around 6:00 PM when this was taken... ...a photo of that same board was being taken from the front.
Fulbright:
What do you mean the front? The front is against the wall!
Athena:
That's where you're wrong. What about the window? Remember how we said the moon shouldn't even exist in this photo? Take a good look.
Fulbright:
Are you suggesting the moon is the one on the backdrop?!
Athena:
Exactly! In short, this photo was taken while the backdrop was being moved! And as you can see here, it was around 6:00 when the backdrop was being set in place. So, the art room clock was running fast at least as far back as the day of the murder.
Fulbright:
How-ow-ow... How can I ever face Prosecutor Blackquill now?!
Athena:
(Yes! I just blew a hole in a piece of the prosecution's evidence!)
Clock (subsequent times)
Athena:
The photo taken with the school camera was from 6:00 PM or thereabouts.
Fulbright:
sob* How am I ever going to explain this to Prosecutor Blackquill?!
Athena:
Honesty is the best policy! Look him right in the eye and say you're sorry for screwing up!
Fulbright:
Yes, you're right! Only in sincerity is there justice! Plus, I'd like to avoid getting chewed out all over again.
Athena:
(Knowing Blackquill, Detective Fulbright's going to get chewed out no matter what.)
Table
Apollo:
Hey, it's gone. Remember that strange statue in the school camera photo?
Athena:
You're right. Wonder where it is? (Robin's a member of the Fine Arts Club. Maybe she can shed some light on this.)
Palette
Athena:
There's a paint palette here. No surprise there, considering this is the art room.
Apollo:
Looks like someone mixed yellow and red to make orange.
Athena:
I prefer yellow. You, on the other hand, are way too red.
Apollo:
What's that supposed to mean?
Athena:
I think this is saying that the two of us have to work together to solve this case. Ooh! What if this is Prof. Courte sending us a message from beyond the grave?!
Apollo:
What about the blob right next to it -- the one with red and green?
Athena:
Maybe she's implying that you need more delicious greens in your diet?
Apollo:
Are you saying Prof. Courte is watching over our dietary habits from the Pearly Gates?
Phony Phanty mobile
Athena:
Hey, look! That's you on this mobile, Apollo! A red demon!
Apollo:
A red demon? Looks more like a snake curled around a brush to me.
Fulbright:
No, no, see the antennas and the yellow spots on its back! Anyone can see it's a ladybug!
Apollo:
Hmm... I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.
Fulbright:
Fine, we can investigate this further at a later date. Agreed?
Apollo:
Okay, let's do that. You okay with that, Athena?
Athena:
(I really regret bringing this up.)
Painting
Athena:
A picture of a girl wearing a floral hat... Oh, it has the artist's name right here. "C. Courte." Wow, Prof. Courte must've painted this!
Apollo:
So is this what they consider art? I really don't get it.
Athena:
I swear I've seen this girl before. There's an air of fragility about her. And those pity-inducing eyes... Who is this again? Her name's on the tip of my tongue.
Window
Athena:
I can see the other half of the building over there, and the quad and the stage down below.
Apollo:
Yeah. This must be the window Detective Fulbright stuck his head out of earlier.
Athena:
Oh, yeah, thanks for the help, Detective!
Fulbright:
A true champion of justice always comes running to those in need!
Athena:
Great, then how about telling us Prosecutor Blackquill's strategy for tomorrow?
Fulbright:
All right, let me think...
Athena:
.........Well?
Fulbright:
.........Hm? Oh! Hey, I'm not falling for that!
Athena:
(So close I could almost taste it.)
Winch
Athena:
Some wire and a winch... So this is how they reeled the banners in and out. There's a nice view of the stage from here.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin is still standing in front of that broken statue.
Athena:
So, it really wasn't you, Apollo? Don't worry, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone.
Apollo:
Argh... I'll never clear my name unless we catch the real culprit!
Pottery
Athena:
Look, a piece of pottery. Looks like it's already been fired. I bet Robin made it.
Apollo:
And I bet it won't last long, not with the way she deals with her own work, anyway.
Athena:
Yeah, it seems like such a waste. I mean, this one already has some color on it. It looks just like bloodstains the way the glaze was dribbled on to it.
Apollo:
Just like... b-bloodstains?
Fulbright:
In justice we trust! That DOES look like bloodstains. We'd better examine it at once!
Apollo:
I get it. The victim was stabbed in the middle of the room where the big bloodstain is... ...and then brought over here, at which point, some of her blood dripped onto these pieces. That means the body very well could've been dropped from this window.
Athena:
In the mock trial script, the body was dropped onto a mat. Then, a ball cart was used to move it over to the stage.
Fulbright:
The maintenance area is below this room, and the storehouse there has a mat and ball cart.
Athena:
So, even the moving of the body was carried out just like in the script. The killer sure had a thing for Junie's script.
Fulbright:
Well, what did you expect?! That's why we suspected the defendant in the first place.
Athena:
Well, you're wrong! And I'm going to prove it in court!
Shelf
Apollo:
Isn't that a mock trial script? Actually, there's a whole bunch of them here.
Athena:
Let's see... Looks like everyone from the judge course submitted one.
Fulbright:
The victim Constance Courte was the Fine Art Club's advisor. So, she probably spent a lot of time up here in addition to her other duties. This isn't where I'd keep a bunch of scripts, but I'd wager that's how they wound up here.
Athena:
Poor stressed-out, overworked Prof. Courte! I know exactly how that feels!
Apollo:
You must, because your desk always looks like a tornado hit it.
Athena:
Tsk, you're one to talk, Apollo!
Apollo:
Me? What about Mr. Wright?
Athena:
Maybe we should rename the firm "Wright Stuff-All-Over-the-Place Agency."
Busts
Athena:
Three busts sitting on a shelf... A judge, a defendant and either a lawyer or prosecutor. The bearded one must be the judge, and the bummed out-looking one, the defendant.
Apollo:
Look, there's another one that's fallen onto the floor.
Athena:
I wonder which one fell -- the lawyer or the prosecutor. Think, Apollo, think! This could tell us how tomorrow's trial will go!
Apollo:
I'll... just wait for tomorrow's horoscopes, thanks.
Painting on floor
Athena:
A picture of a girl wearing a floral hat... Oh, it has the artist's name right here. "R. Newman." Wow, Robin must've painted this!
Apollo:
Is this Juniper? The clothes are different, but...
Athena:
Oh, look. There's a piece of paper stuck to the back. Let's see what it says... "Completely lacks Prof. Courte's artistry. Must keep practicing. --Robin" Huh... I think this is plenty good myself.
Apollo:
I wonder what it would've looked like if Prof. Courte had painted Juniper.
Athena:
I bet it would've been really artistic looking.
Statue
Athena:
It kinda looks like there's a Prosecutor's Badge at the top of this statue.
Apollo:
But it's not if you look real close. Another strange, difficult-to-understand work of art...
Athena:
Oh, look, it has a title. "Guilty, Guilty, Guilty." Heh, real creative...
Apollo:
Art... Either it's too abstract to understand or as subtle as a sledgehammer.
Envelope or mock trial script on floor
Athena:
A mock trial script on the floor, and nearby, an envelope marked "Use."
Apollo:
I wonder if Myriam's script was ever really inside that envelope.
Athena:
Let's see here... "by Myriam Scuttlebutt." And the title is... "Rouge et Noir: Crimson Blood and Dark Judgment"
Apollo:
I wouldn't take part in that mock trial if she begged me.
Athena:
It says there are special rules allowing the payment of bribes while court is adjourned. Oh, and you can bring in up to three dollars worth of fabricated evidence. It also says... "Welcome to the darkest mock trial ever, where the end justifies the means!"
Apollo:
The prosecution claims this is the script that was supposed to have been used.
Athena:
But the scripts were selected by Prof. Courte. Considering how much she valued the truth... ...I seriously doubt she's pick a script entitled "Crimson Blood and Dark Judgment."
Apollo:
Wow, you have that title memorized already?
Apollo:
Well, I think we've examined pretty much everything we can. By the way, did Prosecutor Blackquill happen to tell you anything about tomorrow's trial?
Fulbright:
In justice we trust! It's no use trying to pry more information out of me! Having just learned that the clock had been one hour fast... ...means we're back to square one concerning the suspect's actions that day.
Athena:
Hmm... I wonder what the main argument will be about now.
Fulbright:
How the body was moved would be my guess, but Prosecutor Blackquill's got his own plans.
Apollo:
Oh? Does he now...?
Athena:
Um, Detective Fulbright--
Fulbright:
Try as you might, I won't say another word about the investigation!
Athena:
No, I wasn't going to ask about that. I was just wondering if you'd seen Robin.
Fulbright:
Oh, you mean Ms. Robin Newman? She was just here a moment ago! And she mumbled something about watching videos in the Lecture Hall.
Athena:
(Video? What video?)
Apollo:
Thanks, Detective. ...Athena, I think we should stop by the Lecture Hall.
Athena:
Right, let's go!
October 25
Themis Legal Academy - 3F Lecture Hall
Athena:
There she is! Robin! Hey, Robin!
Newman:
Oh, Athena, Apollo!
Apollo:
What are you watching there?
Newman:
Heh heh... Oh, it just so happens to be a video of the mock trial. I had to use a bit of coercion to get it, but the end justifies the means, right?
Athena:
(There it is again. Prof. Means sure has a lot of influence around here.)
Newman:
Care to look into the true connection between the murder and the mock trial with me?
Athena:
Sounds great, but do you mind if we ask you some questions first?
Newman:
Eh heh heh. Sure, I'll tell you anything you W-A-N-T.
Talk
Why did you confess?
Athena:
About your confession today... Why'd you do it?
Newman:
Because! Juniper hasn't done anything wrong! I had to stop the trial by any means possible!
Athena:
Right... The end justifies the means. So, you're a follower of Prof. Means, too?
Newman:
Prof. Means is a wonderful teacher, as was Prof. Courte. I like them B-O-T-H!
Athena:
(She brushed that one off like a pro.)
Apollo:
But with that style of justice, you run the risk of breaking the law.
Newman:
Well... I'm prepared to quit school because of this case.
Athena:
Wh-What? Why?
Newman:
I-I... I wanna be an artist! That's what I really want, maaaaaan! But noooooo! My parents forced me to study to become a prosecutor!
Athena:
But if the trial went south, you'd have to drop out and give up on being a prosecutor... That's what you're really after, isn't it?
Newman:
Mm-hm. *sniffle*
Athena:
(Talk about someone who literally changes at the bat of an eyelash...)
Apollo:
I guess she's been dealing with her own problems, too. That totally makes sense.
Athena:
(Yeah, I suppose so, but that doesn't make what she did right.)
The day of the crime
Apollo:
Could you tell us about what you were doing on the night of the murder?
Newman:
Finishing a statue. I was on the stage until the last bell.
Athena:
That's right. You made the statues of Mr. Wright and Prosecutor Gavin, didn't you?
Newman:
Oh, uh, yes... yes I did. Both of them.
Apollo:
This is just a formality, but can you prove you were making the statues at that time?
Newman:
C-C-CAN I PROVE IT?! YOU THINK I'M THE KILLER NOW?!
Apollo:
N-No... That's not what I meant.
Athena:
(Both Hugh and Robin were still at school after 7:00 PM. But neither of them can prove exactly what they were doing. Could one of them really have murdered Prof. Courte?)
Now that the secret's out...
Athena:
Have there been any problems now that everyone here knows you're a girl?
Newman:
Heh heh, no worries there! I discussed the matter with Prof. Courte some time ago. I told her I wanted to let everyone know I was really a girl. And just today I found out that she spoke with the school administration on my behalf.
Apollo:
Wow, they must really like you...
Newman:
I know, right? But now I can finally be myself here at school! I don't have to hide the fact that I love girly clothes! That's why, Athena, I simply must have this and... this by any means possible!
Athena:
What? B-But this is evidence we need for the trial. ...Sorry, but no can do!
Newman:
Aww, don't be a party pooper, Athena. Come on, please? Pretty please?
Stage costume-related evidence taken in classic end-justifies-the-means style!
Athena:
Oh, darn it...
Newman:
Anyway, thank you again, Athena! Thank you for revealing who I really am! I wanted everyone to know before the snitch found out!
Athena:
The snitch? (Sounds like a new lead!)
The snitch
Newman:
There's a rumor going around that one of the students here is a snitch. I hear they're watching everything we do, our activities, our relationships, our interests... ...and reporting it all to one of the professors.
Apollo:
But why would anyone do that?
Newman:
Officially, I heard it's to seek out misconduct among the student body... ...but rumor has it grades were being bought and sold through this surveillance network.
Apollo:
That's bribery. The situation at Themis Legal Academy is worse than I thought.
Athena:
(While all of this is important stuff, I still want to ask about that thing in the art room. I'll have to present some evidence to show her what I'm talking about, though.)
Courte's artistic sense
Newman:
Prof. Courte's artistic sense... That's a tough one. I'd say it's avant-garde and very eclectic.
Athena:
(In other words, it's weird and all over the place. Come to think of it, that strange-looking painting in the art room... ...was one of Prof. Courte's works, wasn't it.)
Newman:
The statue in that photo was originally a statue of Lady Justice.
Athena:
Lady Justice?
Newman:
Prof. Courte had planned on placing it on the judge's bench in the Lecture Hall... Heh heh. But the day before the mock trial, it broke while she was polishing it. She said she'd take it back to the art room and try to fix it somehow.
Athena:
So... this... is the statue in its proper state?
Newman:
You bet! Just look at that wild silhouette! Wow! It's so C-U-T-E!
Athena:
(I... don't get it... Do you have to be an artist to appreciate stuff like this?)
Apollo:
Athena... The Lady Justice that you put back together on that stage...
Athena:
Oh, right. I didn't realize before because it was in pieces, but before it was smashed... ...maybe it didn't look like Lady Justice, but more like it does in the photo! But what in the world was it doing on the stage?
Lady Justice updated in the Court Record.
Present
Stage Costume
Newman:
Ooh, that's Juniper's stage costume! It's so C-U-T-E! Why don't you try it on, Athena?! C'mon, just try it!
Athena:
Umm, it's really pretty to look at. But it's really not my style with all the frills and stuff.
Newman:
What?! No, that's not true! I mean, there's a Cinderella inside every girl! You'd look great in anything! Just put it on and I'll brush on some yellow glaze. It's your favorite color, right?! Then it's in the kiln you go! How would you like that? Rare, medium, well done?
Athena:
(So when she said Cinderella, she literally meant burn me to cinders?)
Lady Justice
Newman:
Ooh! Lady Justice! That's sooo C-U-T-E!
Athena:
You think this is cute?
Newman:
Yeah, totally! The balance of the scales! The keenness of the sword! The cracks running all the way up!
Athena:
That last one's only because I put it back together.
Newman:
Ooh, I totally know what you mean! It's that feeling you get when something is so cute you want to smash it to bits! R-I-G-H-T? RAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Athena:
(Sorry, but that sounds more like a case of the crazy than a fondness for the cute.)
Stage Set Up Photos
Newman:
Aww, maaaaaan... That's my blood, sweat and tears in a pile of rubble right there!
Athena:
Why not make the statues again? I'm sure the two of them would be delighted.
Newman:
Yeah! I could totally do that! And this time... ...I'm gonna make them even more realistic by making full body molds of the models!!!
Athena:
Full body molds? Um... are you sure that's safe? How about plain old measurements?
Newman:
Oh, Athena. Measurements are for wimps! Full on YOLO is what art's all about! I'm gonna drop both of 'em in a big pool of plaster! YEAAAAAAH!
Athena:
I know I should stop you, but some part of me really wants to see how this plays out.
School Camera Photo (after clearing Talk option "The snitch")
Athena:
Robin, I just remembered something I wanted to ask you. This photo shows a piece of art on the table. Do you know what it is?
Newman:
WH-WH-WHOOOOOOOOOA! Look at that unique artistic sense! That has to be one of Prof. Courte's creations, maaaaaan!
Athena:
Prof. Courte's... artistic sense?
Present anything else
Newman:
Yay! A present from Athena! Ooh, this is so exciting!
Athena:
Um... sorry, but it's not a present. I wanted to know whether you knew anything about it.
Newman:
*sob* ...That's not nice, Athena. Why are you so cranky today?
Athena:
(I wasn't until a moment ago.)
Apollo:
Well, I think that about covers it.
Newman:
Okay, then how about watching the mock trial video with me? What do you say?
Athena:
Sure, sounds good to me. Er, so, how do you wanna watch it?
Newman:
Eh heh heh. All classroom desks at this school have their own built-in computer, you know.
Apollo:
Wow, this place is definitely a lot cushier than I thought!
Newman:
I know you guys are in a hurry, so I'll just fast-forward to the important parts. Let's start with the professor's pre-trial speech.
"Good afternoon. I would like to start by thanking you for coming here today."
Athena:
Oh, that sounds like Prof. Means.
"The mock trial, the crown-jewel event of the school festival will begin shortly!"
Apollo:
Is the camera like this the whole time?
Newman:
Yeah, it's in a fixed position in front of the stage.
"When I was a student, I, too, could hardly wait for this day to come."
Apollo:
How come teachers' speeches always make me so sleepy?
Newman:
Eh heh he. Let's just skip to the end of his speech.
"Now, let the mock trial begin!"
Athena:
Hey! What's the deal here? Why's Junie so large in this shot?
Apollo:
Looks to me like she cut right in front of the camera.
Newman:
Eh heh heh heh. Juniper was also in charge of the audio.
Athena:
Even though she was already playing a part in the mock trial itself?
Newman:
She had to do it to keep the script details secret. She was all over the place that day. When she wasn't in the trial, she was in the audio control room dealing with the music.
Athena:
Ooh, so this is what the Lecture Hall looks like.
Apollo:
Looks like there's a judge's bench back by the screen, and a witness stand up front. What about those balconies with the professors' names on them?
Newman:
Those are the faculty seats. Prof. Means and Prof. Courte were in charge of scoring the mock trial.
Lecture Hall Diagram added to the Court Record.
Newman:
Okay, let's fast forward this a bit.
"...And that's why the defendant is... DEFINITELY GUILTYYYYYY!!!"
Newman:
Ah, that was me! Could you tell?
"Objection! A frail coed used her bare hands to stab her professor with an arrow? I don't think so."
Athena:
You read that line in the mock mock trial, Apollo, but you made it sound kind of weird.
Apollo:
Cut me some slack. It was my first time reading that script.
Newman:
I think Juniper's going to speak next.
"I didn't do it! I had suffered a breakdown and pretty much lost it. It's true I shouted, 'You're a goner!' but I didn't mean it!"
Apollo:
Wow, what an emotional performance. She'd put a real actress to shame.
Athena:
Wait. Could you go back and play that scene again?
Apollo:
You really think that's necessary?
"I didn't do it! I had suffered a breakdown and pretty much lost it. It's true I shouted, 'You're a goner!' but I didn't mean it!"
Athena:
Stop! Did you hear that?!
Apollo:
I think you're on to something! Let's play that last part again!
Newman:
I don't follow. What are you guys so excited about?
Athena:
I think this piece of evidence should explain it. (Time to show Robin a piece of evidence that links the line we just heard to the case.)
Present Tape Recorder
Athena:
Leads to:
"I'm sure you remember this. It contains a female voice shouting a violent threat."
Present anything else
Athena:
Newman:
That's it?! I don't see the connection.
Athena:
Oh, right... What was the connection again?
Newman:
C'mon, Athena! I know you know!
Athena:
I do? Really?! (That voice shouting, "You're a goner!" has come up over and over again.)
Leads back to:
"(Time to show Robin a piece of evidence that links the line we just heard to the case.)"
Athena:
I'm sure you remember this. It contains a female voice shouting a violent threat. I'll play it for you.
"...You're a goner!"
Newman:
The voices and performance do sound similar, but... I can't believe this is happening!
Athena:
It's just a possibility, but if the voice on this tape is really a recording... ...one made from the mock trial video, then that means this evidence was fabricated.
Apollo:
They didn't get to do a voiceprint analysis in time for court today. That's why the gender of the voice became so important. And if the real killer had foreseen that gender would become key in today's trial...
Athena:
...He would've tried to deflect attention away from himself by making the suspect female. So basically, the only one with something to gain from doing this is our sole male suspect.
Newman:
Wait a second! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Apollo:
Prof. Means's credo is "The end justifies the means." So it makes perfect sense that a student who took those words to heart... ...would fabricate evidence. We need to get that tape analyzed as soon as possible!
Tape Recorder updated in the Court Record.
???:
......Allow me to assist you with that.
Athena:
Prosecutor Gavin! At least make some kind of noise so we know you're there!
Klavier:
It's go big or go home with rock star entrances, Fräulein. Timing is everything. Let me make a copy of that tape right now, and I'll get you the results as soon as I can. I trust that would be all right?
Athena:
Very much so! Thanks!
Apollo:
Well, Athena? It's almost sundown. Isn't it about time we head over to the Detention Center?
Athena:
I think Junie will agree that this is something that could prove her innocence. But... (Will her heart really be open to accepting it? She had to have known this was what I'd find!)
October 25
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Athena:
...And that about covers the main gist of our investigation.
Means:
I see. Very interesting. You've been quite the busy beaver today.
Woods:
Thank you for all your hard work, Athena. Well, my time's about up. And it will be getting dark soon, so...
Athena:
Junie!
Woods:
You must be tired after being on your feet all day. You should go home and--
Athena:
No, wait! You have to listen to me!
Woods:
I don't... I don't want to hear any more. I know what you're going to say, Athena.
Athena:
Junie, you promised.
Athena:
We're going to discover the truth behind this murder mystery! And we're going to bring you solid evidence showing just what that truth is! If we succeed in doing that... ...I want you to promise that you'll accept it, Junie, no matter how hard it is to hear.
Woods:
............Okay. But only if it's the real truth.
Athena:
So please. Please just listen to what I have to say. Once you've heard me out, I'll let you decide what to do.
Woods:
.........
Talk
Suspicions about O'Conner
Athena:
The voice in this recording has been proven to be yours, Junie. And in the mock trial video, we can hear you reading your line from the script. We're having both of them analyzed now, but from what I can tell, the voices are the same. And the only one who'd benefit from faking the voice recording would be Hugh.
Woods:
......... But that doesn't make any sense. I mean, Hugh confessed in order to protect me!
Athena:
This may sound strange, but his confession is a ploy to make himself look less suspicious. In other words, he was just pretending to protect you. Besides, his confession came after you and Robin had already confessed. If he hadn't confessed right then as well, wouldn't that have seemed a little suspicious?
Woods:
...Say what you will, Athena, but none of use would hurt a fly, let alone kill someone. Hugh is a gifted student. He gets outstanding grades and never causes trouble.
Apollo:
Wait. Athena. My bracelet reacted just now...!
Athena:
It did? (But why?!) ......... Junie, can you look me in the eye and repeat what you just said?
Woods:
Oh, um... none of us would hurt a fly, let alone kill someone. Hugh is a gifted student. He gets outstanding grades and never causes trouble.
Apollo:
Now I'm sure of it. She's lying.
Perceive scarf flutter on "and never causes trouble"
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Juniper, you start coughing when you're under stress."
Perceive wrong area
Apollo:
Apollo:
There it is. Juniper, you're feeling nervous, aren't you?
Woods:
No. That's the one thing I'm not. The Student Council President isn't so easily shaken.
Apollo:
Nice try! But I just spotted a telltale habit of yours!
Woods:
Huh? I don't know what you're--
Athena:
Apollo! It's you and your loud voice that's unnerving her.
Woods:
No, I already told you, I'm not nervous! I'm not Student Council President for nothing!
Apollo:
Well, in any case, it looks like I got that one wrong...
Apollo:
Juniper, you start coughing when you're under stress. You can't hide it from me no matter how hard you try. When you said, "and never causes trouble," a cough escaped and made your scarf flutter. As for why you were stressed, it's because you were lying.
Woods:
.........
Athena:
Junie, you're trying to hide Hugh's connection to this case, aren't you? And I believe that also ties into a secret about yourself.
Woods:
A-A secret? About me? I don't understand.
O'Conner:
I already told Juniper. so I might as well tell you. I don't really care about her anymore.
Athena:
What? Why?
O'Conner:
Juniper's not all sunshine and rainbows like you think she is.
Athena:
(He ended their friendship after he found out about Junie's secret, which means... Hugh must've felt betrayed by Junie, making her...)
The killer
Athena:
You're the killer! ...Just kidding.
Woods:
.........
Athena:
I had you going there for a moment, didn't I? Thought it might lighten the mood a bit.
Woods:
.........
Apollo:
Athena, it's probably not a good idea for lawyers to punk their clients.
Athena:
Ah... right... (Well, that didn't go as planned...)
Leads back to:
"(Hugh must've felt betrayed by Junie, making her...)"
An accomplice
Athena:
You're an accomplice to the crime. You weren't at first, but you got involved to help cover for Hugh.
Woods:
Athena... I knew it was a mistake to ask you to be my lawyer. Maybe it's not too late to ask Prof. Means--
Athena:
N-No, wait! That was just a little slip up. (I better not hurt her feelings again. Time for some serious thinking.)
Leads back to:
"(Hugh must've felt betrayed by Junie, making her...)"
The snitch
Leads to:
"You were Prof. Courte's snitch, weren't you?"
Athena:
You were Prof. Courte's snitch, weren't you?
Newman:
There's a rumor going around that one of the students here is a snitch. I hear they're watching everything we do, our activities, our relationships, our interests... ...and reporting it all to one of the professors.
Athena:
And while fulfilling that role, you learned something about Hugh you'd rather forget.
Woods:
I-I don't know what you're talking about.
Athena:
Junie, please. Stop hiding things from me. I hate having to force things out of you like this.
Woods:
.........
Athena:
(Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way. Time to review the evidence and see if I can't prove my hypothesis. I must have something that proves Junie's the snitch, and Hugh's connection to the case.)
Present Courte's Planner
Athena:
Leads to:
"Right here in Prof. Courte's Planner, it says, "Routine Report.""
Present anything else
Athena:
Woods:
...I'm relieved to see you're coming around. You see, I wasn't trying to hide anything.
Apollo:
Juniper's one cool customer, Athena.
Athena:
W-Wait! I don't think that was the right piece of evidence.
Woods:
Whatever you show me won't change the fact that I've already told you all I know.
Leads back to:
"(I must have something that proves Junie's the snitch, and Hugh's connection to the case.)"
Athena:
Right here in Prof. Courte's Planner, it says, "Routine Report." I believe this is meant to mean when the snitch would report in to Prof. Courte. I also believe Prof. Courte planned to meet Hugh in private based on the snitch's info. And from their meeting, Hugh must've put two and two together, and figured out your secret. So you see, it all makes sense only if you're the snitch, Junie.
Woods:
*sniffle* ...Aaah...! Forgive me... Forgive me, Thena. I... I... *sob* I've been lying to you this whole time! The truth is, I... I suspected Hugh from the start!
Athena:
You did? (Now this is surprising...)
Present
Tape Recorder or Voiceprint Analysis
Woods:
Oh, that. It's my voice, isn't it?
Athena:
Apparently, it's a recording of you reading your script during the mock trial.
Woods:
But earlier, when you said it was Prof. Courte's voice -- that was quite shocking. I never would've imagined it was the professor yelling at Hugh.
Athena:
Oh, uh, that? That was just... you know...
Woods:
That was such an inspired leap of logic. You really are something special, Thena.
Apollo:
Yeah, it takes a special kind of person to make a claim like that with a straight face.
Athena:
(It doesn't take my sensitive hearing to detect dripping sarcasm, genius.)
"Hugh" Scrap
Athena:
Junie, can you tell us anything about this?
Woods:
I don't really know what to say. Um...
Athena:
(She went silent. Seems like she doesn't want to talk about it.)
After perceiving:
Woods:
I'm so sorry. I've talked about friendship so much, but I've been a terrible friend.
Apollo:
Juniper, I don't have that special kind of hearing that Athena does... ...but I don't need it to sense the pain you're feeling inside. And its intensity is directly proportional to how you feel about your friend. Am I right?
Woods:
*sob* Apollo...!
Athena:
Please, Junie, tell me why you suspected Hugh. I have a feeling that will be the key to getting to the bottom of this whole case.
Talk
Suspicions about O'Conner
Athena:
What exactly was your role as class snitch?
Woods:
Prof. Courte had told me how academy alumni had strayed from the path of justice.
Apollo:
The dark age of the law, huh...
Woods:
She didn't want any more of our students going astray like that. But few others at the academy shared her view.
Means:
I thought her ideas were beautiful, though sad and unrealistic.
Athena:
She asked you to be her eyes and ears, didn't she?
Woods:
I used to report once a month about any wrongdoings I'd seen or heard about.
Apollo:
And that report session in her planner, the one from October 22nd, was a part of that?
Woods:
Yes. That's when I reported Hugh to Prof. Courte.
Athena:
(She snitched on her own friend?!)
Your report on O'Conner
Woods:
I had accidently [sic] overheard Hugh talking.
Apollo:
What did you hear?
Woods:
He was talking to someone on the phone. I think it was one of his parents.
Athena:
What were they talking about?
Woods:
Something about having paid money for good test scores. I only overheard him talking, so I never did find out who the money was going to.
Athena:
What?! (That's bribery! Hugh was buying his way through school, and if that's the case... ...then that evidence that always seemed out of place might actually be about his secret!)
Present "Hugh" Scrap
Athena:
Leads to:
"We found this while we were investigating the stage. It's got Hugh's name on it."
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
Junie, I was thinking that this might have something to do with the bribery...
Woods:
I-I'm not sure I see what you mean...
Athena:
Oh, um, never mind then! (Besides, I know what this evidence is for...)
Leads back to:
"Hugh was buying his way through school, and if that's the case..."
Athena:
We found this while we were investigating the stage. It's got Hugh's name on it. I didn't know what the number meant at the time, but now that I'm hearing about bribes...
Apollo:
...it must mean that a bribe of 120 grand was to be paid in October.
Athena:
What's more, take a look at this mark. The same mark is on the pages of Prof. Courte's planner.
Apollo:
Hey, you're right!
Woods:
W-Wait... But would Prof. Courte have that kind of information in her planner? You don't really think the person who was taking the bribe money was--
Athena:
It's just a possibility at this point, but it may indeed have been Prof. Courte.
Woods:
B-B-But...!
Means:
Th-That is impossible! She'd be the last person I'd ever suspect of accepting bribes!
Athena:
Like I said, it's just a possibility. (But a rather good one. Maybe their private talk had to do with the possibility of the bribery being exposed. And what started out as a little argument soon got out of hand.)
Apollo:
It's not your fault, Junie. Anybody would've suspected Hugh if they knew what you knew.
Woods:
No, I don't believe that alone would've driven him to murder. There's another reason why I suspected Hugh.
Athena:
(You've got to be kidding me. There's another reason?)
Your other reason
Woods:
I saw Hugh around 7:00 PM the day before the mock trial.
Athena:
(Oh, so she's finally ready to talk about that.)
Woods:
When I... When I saw him... his... his....! *cough* *cough* Oh... Thena! *cough* *cough, cough*
Athena:
J-Junie, are you all right? Just try to relax and tell me what happened.
Anime cutscene
Junie:
I, I never wanted to see what I did. But I'll have to live with it, won't I?! In that hallway... Hugh's hands... his hands were... dripping with blood!
Woods:
His hands were... dripping with blood...!
Athena:
(What?! But why?!)
Woods:
What am I... going to do? Deep down, I know Hugh can't be the killer! But my mind keeps telling me he is, no matter how hard I try to convince myself he isn't! Oh, what am I going to do?! Hugh... Hugh... He's...! I... I can't take this anymore, Thena!
Athena:
(So she hid the fact that she had seen Hugh and said she went home at six because... ...she wanted to avoid talking about what she saw...)
Athena:
Junie... It must've been terrible holding all of that in. But it's going to be okay. I'll get to the bottom of this. And that's my promise from one good friend to another. I'll be defending Juniper tomorrow. If that's okay with you, Prof. Means.
Means:
My main concern is whether you can defeat that prosecutor. ...But I won't try to stop you. I will be watching from the gallery. And shall look forward to seeing what sort of results your methods can produce. Good luck tomorrow. Now, if you would excuse me.
Woods:
Thena... I'm sorry. I really mean it. I wish I had trusted you from the start. You have to uncover the truth tomorrow. I know you can do it.
Apollo:
Don't worry. We already know that the prosecution's key piece of evidence is a fake. And thanks to you, we figured out the motive, too. Let's give this our best shot, Athena. Let tomorrow be the day Juniper walks free!
Athena:
I wouldn't have it any other way! (We should be all ready now. What could possibly go wrong this time?! Still... There's this strange, uneasy feeling I can't shake... I'd better be imagining it.)
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Athena:
Nothing of particular interest here.
Area already examined
Athena:
(Hmm... We've pretty much finished searching around here, but... just one more look.)
Turnabout Academy
Image Gallery
Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
October 26, 9:45 AM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Apollo:
Were you able to sleep last night?
Athena:
Huh?! ...Oh, sleep! Sure, I slept! (For a grand total of zero hours.)
Klavier:
Guten Morgen, you two. You look like you're ready to put on a real show. But before you do, I have a good luck gift for you. The voiceprint analysis came back, and the results couldn't be more clear. The voice in the mock trial video and the tape recording are one and the same.
Apollo:
In other words, the recording's a fabrication.
Tape Recorder updated in the Court Record.
Klavier:
The lab is continuing their study of the tape. So far, they've found signs of overdubbing. But it's going to take a bit longer to recover the audio that was erased.
*thump*
Apollo:
! Wh-Who's there? Wait!
Athena:
Did you see who it was?
Apollo:
No. I got a quick look, but they got away. I think it might've been Hugh. I bet he was eavesdropping.
Athena:
I wonder if he saw our hand.
Klavier:
Oh, I'm sure he wasn't the only one just now. I bet Robin and Box Girl were listening in, too. I will make sure they don't make a run for it. That is my final gift to you.
Athena:
Okay, all that's left now is to reach out to the truth!
Apollo:
Time for a mini Chords of Steel workout! I'm Apollo Justice and I'm fine!!! ...Your turn!
Athena:
I'm Athena Cykes and I'm fine!!!
October 26, 10:00 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Day 2
Court Is Now In Session
All Rise
Judge:
Court will now reconvene for the trial of Juniper Woods.
Athena:
The Cykes Brigade is totally psyched... er, I mean, the defense is ready, Your Honor!
Judge:
The prosecution is ready as well... er, I mean, isn't that right, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
.........
Judge:
Yes, well, moving right along. Yesterday's adjournment was unexpected, yet necessary. But I'll be running a tight ship here today, so no funny business from anybody, understood?
Blackquill:
Your Baldness, Robin Newman and Hugh O'Conner have recanted their confessions. But later, I shall grill them at leisure to find whether I can charge them with perjury.
Judge:
Well, this sure complicates matters. Still, one must not overlook the facts. Now, about the school camera photo that was submitted yesterday--
Blackquill:
A pity, but that evidence is no longer relevant to this case. The art room clock runs fast. It cannot function as an accurate measure of time. As for the bungling detective who overlooked that, he is paying for his failure as we speak.
Athena:
(Poor Detective Fulbright. I hope he returns to work with all his body parts intact.)
Judge:
Hmm... But if that's the case, then what will we--
Blackquill:
The accused is the sole person who could have moved the body from art room to stage. And I mean to prove it here this day.
Athena:
(It's just like Detective Fulbright said. But what else does he have up his sleeve?)
Blackquill:
My understanding of this heinous crime is thus. The murder took place near the center of the art room, as evidenced by the bloodstain. Blood was also found on some pottery next to the window over the maintenance area. Which is to say the body was carried over to that very window. From there, it was dropped down to the maintenance area below. And though there was nary a scratch to the body aside from the fatal wound... ...that, too, was per the script. A high jump mat was employed to cushion the fall. Then, a ball cart was used to haul the body over to the stage.
Athena:
That's not very clever. I mean, it's the same exact body moving scheme as the script. Anyone could've moved the body that way.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Your propensity to spew forth words before you think is not very clever, either.
Athena:
Why you--!
Blackquill:
Moreover, the prosecution has a witness, which is most unfortunate for you. Witness! It's time for you to come forth!
O'Conner:
.........Heh.
Judge:
*ahem* Well, then, will the witness please state his name and occupation.
O'Conner:
Hugh O'Conner. I'm a senior at Themis Legal Academy, and I'm studying to be a lawyer. Yesterday, I told that lawyer there that I would testify to the truth. So, I intend to cooperate fully in today's trial. Happy now, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
Nrgh... (What's he up to now?)
Judge:
The court appreciates your cooperation, Mr. O'Conner. Now, your testimony, please.
Witness Testimony
-- What O'Conner Saw --
O'Conner:
The Lecture Hall was packed before the mock trial, but the rest of the campus was empty.
That's when I saw Juniper dragging a large mat from behind the stage.
I was watching her from a vantage point between the stage and the maintenance area.
She was heading towards me, so I assume she was on her way to the maintenance area.
But I didn't have time to stand around and see what she did after that.
O'Conner:
The real truth hurts so much, doesn't it, Ms. Cykes? Or maybe you thought I was going to bring up something else entirely against your client?
Athena:
Ugh! (Never a snappy comeback when I need one!)
Apollo:
He's coming straight at us today, using any means possible.
Blackquill:
To protect the students who had to climb up high when setting up the stage... ...a mat was brought over to the stage from the storehouse.
Athena:
Our client is the Student Council President! What's wrong with her taking it upon herself to put the mat away after they'd used it?
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Oh, there is plenty wrong. There is but one mat in the entire school that could cushion a fall from such lofty heights. Ergo, the mat in question was indispensable to moving the body!
Athena:
Arrrgh! (It sucks being the last to know everything.)
Apollo:
......I think I get it now. The drag marks we saw behind the stage were made by the mat.
Judge:
Hmm... If the only mat of that thickness was where the body is assumed to have been dropped... ...it would be hard to deny a possible link to this case.
Apollo:
We're off to a bad start again. You sure you're okay, Athena?
Athena:
...It's game on, Hugh. Game on. I'm gonna turn your arrogant perfect-score grin into a teary-eyed frown of failure!
Cross Examination
-- What O'Conner Saw --
O'Conner:
The Lecture Hall was packed before the mock trial, but the rest of the campus was empty.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it right there!
O'Conner:
What. I was just getting to the important part.
Blackquill:
Eager to unsheathe your blade, Cykes-dono? Your heavy breath heaves to where I stand.
Athena:
Athena:
Tsk, how rude! A human's breath doesn't travel anywhere near that far!
O'Conner:
So, the only issue is distance? You're not denying that you're a heavy breather?
Athena:
Argh! I'm just saying that scientific studies have proven that it's not--
Apollo:
Hang in there, Athena. No matter how many insults they hurl, it won't affect the judge's opinion of you.
Athena:
(What about my own self-esteem?!)
O'Conner:
Heh. Let's get back to what happened before the mock trial.
O'Conner:
That's when I saw Juniper dragging a large mat from behind the stage.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Our client was simply putting the mat away. It had nothing to do with this case.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
That is where you are wrong. There is but one mat in the entire school that could cushion a three-storey fall. Hence, the mat dragged by the accused was essential to moving the body.
Athena:
Ugh! (If we win this one, I promise to donate another thick mat to the academy.)
O'Conner:
Now, show me how to show you the truth. You'll have my full cooperation.
O'Conner:
I was watching her from a vantage point between the stage and the maintenance area.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, are you positive you were standing exactly where you said?
O'Conner:
I was between the stage and maintenance area, and she was behind the backdrop.
Athena:
(Hmm, he's sticking to his guns. The issue here is where Hugh was standing when he says he saw Junie. But nothing I say will mean anything without evidence. Time to dig a little deeper...)
O'Conner:
Oh, and before you ask, I had my glasses on. Therefore, I'm positive it was Juniper. That is not an issue.
Present Stage Set Up Photos
Athena:
Leads to:
"So, you saw the back of the stage from the between the stage and the maintenance area?"
O'Conner:
She was heading towards me, so I assume she was on her way to the maintenance area.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
You shouldn't assume anything! It only shows that you're NOT positive!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Such wild momentum. Perhaps you were a raging bull in your past life.
Athena:
Athena:
Tsk! Don't compare me to some stupid farm animal!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Hoy, Justice-dono!
Apollo:
Our assertion is Juniper was simply putting the mat away. In that case, where would she be taking it?
Athena:
Oh, umm... to the storehouse... over in the maintenance area...
Blackquill:
Precisely. Therefore, there is naught wrong with witness's judgment in this matter. It is your wild charges that are the issue here. But I cannot help it if you keep seeing red.
Apollo:
He's going to get a face full of Justice, Apollo-style, if he keeps that up.
O'Conner:
Heh... Anyway, I saw her heading towards me...
O'Conner:
But I didn't have time to stand around and see what she did after that.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Then it's entirely possible someone else moved the body, correct?
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. Are you mad or merely delusional? Everyone was in the Lecture Hall before the mock trial. The rest of the campus was empty. Ergo, the only probable suspects were the three trial participants.
Athena:
I know. Thank you for stating the obvious. (I also know that you, Hugh O'Conner, were one of the participants.)
Apollo:
Mr. Confidence sure goes all out when he tells the "truth."
Athena:
Well, I don't think he meant for any of that to be misleading, but it doesn't make it factual.
Apollo:
Careful now, Athena. A genius like Hugh could be leading you right into a trap.
Athena:
(I'd be surprised if he wasn't. But all I can do is charge forward with both eyes opened!)
Athena:
So, you saw the back of the stage from the between the stage and the maintenance area? Well, let's take a look at this photo taken by Ms. Scuttlebutt, shall we? This photo shows the students setting up the stage the day before the mock trial. Do you see the big construction screen to the right of the stage in the background here?
Judge:
Why, yes. In fact, there were a bunch of those next to my house until a few days ago, too. It was so noisy behind there, but I couldn't take a peek. Oh, how it piqued my interest!
Athena:
Exactly, Your Honor. You cannot see past such screens. That is their purpose. Now, let's see... How exactly is that screen positioned again...? Ah hah! Since it was to the right of the stage, it should be right here. And from this vantage point... ...the witness claims to have seen our client behind the stage backdrop.
Judge:
Oh, my! But the screen would've been completely in the way!
Athena:
That's right. Therefore, the witness couldn't have possibly seen our client from this point!
O'Conner:
Hrrrgh! ...Youch!
Judge:
Order! Order!!! Mr. O'Conner! Have you been lying to this court?!
O'Conner:
The screen... Right... It must have slipped my mind.
Athena:
What?! Are you telling me you, Mr. Genius, forgot something as literally big as that?!
O'Conner:
There are two kinds of memory lapses: the normal kind you mouth-breathers have... ...and the genius-level lapses of memory that people like me have.
Athena:
(Why don't you just admit that it was a normal, everyday brain fart already?!)
Judge:
Will the witness now please restate what he remembers minus the lapses of memory?
O'Conner:
Heh, that's easy. I was on the other side of the screen. 
In other words, I witnessed Juniper from the stage side of the screen.
Athena:
Athena:
You are testifying that our client was behind the stage. But need I remind this court, the back of the stage is not visible from the front. To actually see our client behind the stage from the stage side of the screen... ...the witness himself would also have to be in the same area behind the stage! But in that case, our client would have definitely seen Mr. O'Conner!
O'Conner:
Hrrrrrrgh! ...Youch!
Apollo:
Nice one, Athena! Keep it up!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
All right, Golden Boy, is this not your chance? Telling the truth will be like a weight lifted from your chest.
Athena:
The truth? What truth?
Blackquill:
The fact that Golden Boy here was where he initially stated. That is to say, he was between the maintenance area and the stage.
Athena:
Athena:
But then the screen would've blocked his view of--
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
On the ground, yes, his view would have been blocked, indeed. But consider how smoke always wants to rise up high.
Apollo:
A-Athena, look at the photo again! Do you think...?!
Athena:
Something on the other side of the screen... Something high enough to see the stage... No way! This crane right here? But I don't remember seeing a crane there on the day of the mock trial.
Apollo:
Me neither, but it's probably safe to assume it was moved before you found the body.
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
That's far enough, Prosecutor Blackquill! Remember, you promised!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I recall making no such promise. It was you who came blubbering to me about keeping quiet in exchange for information.
O'Conner:
Argh!
Athena:
What's this about a promise? Is this about whatever Blackquill is using against him?
Apollo:
And what's it got to go with going into the crane?
Blackquill:
Golden Boy did not go up in that crane for fun. ...He was working part time as a crane operator within school grounds.
Judge:
What? Do you mean to tell me a high school student was operating a crane?!
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
The witness... er... I mean, I object to the prosecutor's last statement! There's no proof I ever operated that crane!
Athena:
Athena:
Actually... there just might be something that proves you did.
O'Conner:
What?!
Athena:
If this whole part time job thing is true, I doubt it would be limited to a single day. You were probably working at the same site the previous day, too.
Apollo:
Is this what you're thinking of, Athena?
Athena:
Yep. As the court can see, this photo captured the crane's operator. And if you look carefully, he bears a definite resemblance to Mr. O'Conner.
O'Conner:
Are you serious?! This is ridiculous!
Blackquill:
How very interesting. Let's ascertain whether this is as ridiculous as the witness maintains.
Athena:
The defense agrees with the prosecution. Let's bring the facts to light.
Judge:
Hmm... That's all very well and good, but just how do you propose to do that?
Athena:
(The person in this photo has one really distinguishing feature. I'm not a hundred percent sure, but it's at least worth a try!) We can clearly identify the person in this photo as the witness by examining...
His fingerprints
Athena:
We should check for Mr. O'Conner's fingerprints on and around the crane!
O'Conner:
Of course you'd find my fingerprints there. I was watching Juniper from there. ...And besides, what do fingerprints have to do with the person in the photo?
Athena:
Yes, what DO they have to do with that person?
Judge:
The court would like to remind Ms. Cykes that it is her job to answer such questions!
Athena:
Aaaaah! (If I could match a feature from the person in this picture to one of Hugh's features... I'd prove that the two are one and the same!)
Leads back to:
"We can clearly identify the person in this photo as the witness by examining..."
His neck
Leads to:
"The figure in this photo is wearing a very unique object around his neck."
His hobby
Athena:
I have a question for the witness. What is your hobby?
O'Conner:
Heh. My hobby? If I had to say, it would be... ...scrapbooking tests on which I scored at least 100, which is all of them, actually. I use an iron to perfectly flatten each one before it goes in.
Athena:
Just as I thought. Mr. O'Conner is obsessed with his own genius. It's no surprise, then, that he has one or two repugnant hobbies like that.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...Hmph. It may be true, but what relation does it bear to the case at hand?
Athena:
None... None at all, does it?
Judge:
No it doesn't, but apparently, you have an interest in pain!
Athena:
Yikes! (I'd better think more carefully before people start to think the worst of me...)
Leads back to:
"We can clearly identify the person in this photo as the witness by examining..."
Athena:
The figure in this photo is wearing a very unique object around his neck.
Judge:
Why, yes. You can see it right there. But then, are you saying you mean to...
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner's neck is almost entirely concealed by his tall collar... ...but that's exactly why I believe this warrants further examination!
O'Conner:
No! Not a chance! That would be a blatant violation of my privacy!
Blackquill:
Hmph. You are a disgrace of a man. Now start unbuttoning that collar before I hack it off!
Athena:
Yeah! What's the big deal? Now, let's see your neck!
O'Conner:
......... Guess I have no choice.
Blackquill:
.........Hmph.
Judge:
Hm? ...Oh, my!
Athena:
So, where did you buy that neckband, if I might ask?
O'Conner:
I didn't buy it. It's handmade, and there's only one like it in the world.
Athena:
Well, it sure looks like the neckband in the photo. Should we have the photo analyzed?
O'Conner:
Heh. You are one irritating lady. ...Fine. I admit it. I work a part-time construction job. It has nothing to do with our school. Operating heavy equipment's no big deal for a guy who can parallel park one-handed. But I never expected one of my jobs would take me to my own school.
Judge:
But when you factor in all of the required tests and apprenticeship period... ...wouldn't you have to be at least twenty to have a license for operating a crane?
O'Conner:
Oh, um... about that... You see, I'm a genius, so, you know...
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Let us dispense with this inane charade, Golden Boy.
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
No, Prosecutor Blackquill! Please, don'! [sic]
Blackquill:
High school seniors are nineteen at most, thus, they fail to complete the requirements. But that does not apply to you, does it, Mr. O'Conner?
Athena:
Why doesn't it apply? He's a senior, so he's around that age, right?
O'Conner:
No, don't! Please!
Blackquill:
Actually, Golden Boy here is twenty-five. He took a seven-year break from school.
Athena:
............Wait. Come again?
Blackquill:
Take a gander at the official school enrollment documentation. 'Tis all right there.
O'Conner:
Arrrrrrrrrgh! ...Youch!
Apollo:
T-T-Twenty-five? You mean he's older than me?!
Judge:
A twenty-five-year-old high school student?!
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
Heh. A seven-year break... Seven years... I've just one thing to say. There are two kinds of seven-year breaks. The ordinary kind you mouth-breathers take... ...and the genius kind people like me take.
Athena:
Athena:
But a genius would quickly become a chore for a seven-year-break!
Apollo:
I think you have that backwards, Athena...
O'Conner:
Heh. Even geniuses make mistakes. I just happened to make mine only seven years in a row.
Athena:
(Only Hugh could get away with using "only" like that.)
Blackquill:
Enough of this jibber-jabber. Suffice to say, the witness was up in the crane when he saw the accused dragging the mat. The accused readied all she needed to move the body immediately prior to doing so. That much is clear. I see no need to deliberate the matter any further.
Judge:
Hmm... Considering that the body was moved in the same manner as in the script... ...I find Prosecutor Blackquill's claim to be quite persuasive. Does the defense care to dissuade me?
Athena:
Ugh! As long as a mat was used to move the body, Junie's going to be under suspicion...!
Apollo:
...Athena. I just thought of something. What was Hugh doing in the crane right before the mock trial? He couldn't have been on the job at the time. I mean, he was waiting for the trial to start.
Athena:
Yeah, why was he in the crane? Wait, you don't think...?! Your Honor!
Judge:
Yes, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
I've got it! I've got an amazing idea that will turn the prosecution's claim on its head! (A little conjecture has never stopped us before!)
Blackquill:
Interesting...
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, you were using the crane to...
Move the screen
Athena:
The screen was in your way, so you wanted to move it!
Blackquill:
Then why, pray tell, is it still in the exact same spot it always was?
Athena:
That's easy. The witness changed his mind.
Judge:
This court is close to changing its mind about the defense.
Athena:
Noooooo! Ugh. ...Another chance at that one, please!
Leads back to:
"Mr. O'Conner, you were using the crane to..."
Move yourself
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, you were using the crane to commute to school!
O'Conner:
Heh. That would be a feat, considering we aren't even allowed to commute by bicycle.
Athena:
Athena:
Maybe they made a special exception just for you!
Judge:
Oh, my! W-Would they really do such a thing?!
Athena:
...Probably not.
Judge:
Oh, that's too bad. And too bad for you, too, as I must give you a penalty. No exceptions!
Athena:
Yiiikes! (But commuting by crane sounds kinda fun!) P-Please, let me give that another try!
Leads back to:
"Mr. O'Conner, you were using the crane to..."
Move the body
Leads to:
"The body was just like it was in the script, so it must've been moved like in the script, too."
Athena:
The body was just like it was in the script, so it must've been moved like in the script, too. 
At least, that's what the prosecution believes. ...How simplistic, even foolish.
Blackquill:
.........
Apollo:
Those are pretty strong words, Athena. You sure about this?
Athena:
The witness is a licensed crane operator, so he could have used it to move the body!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Well, Golden Boy? Care to chime in? I intend to say no more on the matter, save that this does not bode well for you.
Athena:
(Wait, he's on my side this time? Or is this another trap?)
O'Conner:
Heh. Watch this! I can use a bow and arrow one handed.
Athena:
(Wow, that's a crazy level of dexterity.)
O'Conner:
I can even drive a crane with one hand. That's easy. But operating the crane itself is so complex, it requires both hands. Now, I would have the court look at this.
Athena:
Oh... Please tell me that's a ketchup stain.
O'Conner:
You wish. My hand was injured and required surgery. That's the reason I kept my hand in my pocket all this time.
Blackquill:
I have already verified this with the hospital of treatment. Quite a nasty wound, they say.
Athena:
S-So, how did you hurt it?
O'Conner:
I see no need to discuss that. It has no relevance to this case.
Blackquill:
Two hands are required to operate complex machinery such as a crane. Ergo, on the day of the mock trial, the witness was incapable of moving the body by crane!
Athena:
N-Now I'm the fool?!
O'Conner:
I'd planned on moving the crane the night before the mock trial, but then I got injured. Wanting to keep my part-time job a secret, I had to do it just before the mock trial instead.
Athena:
(Arrrgh! And here I thought this was the big break we've been waiting for!)
Blackquill:
Now that the defense's sophistry is laid bare, I would have the court recall my claim.
Judge:
The body was dropped out of a third-floor window to a mat near the maintenance area. Then, a ball cart was used to move it to the stage. See? I've been paying attention!
Blackquill:
Well done, Your Baldness. Now consider this! The accused was sighted dragging that mat. Ergo, it was she who moved the body!
Apollo:
Well, I think you were on the right track, Athena.
Athena:
You do?
Apollo:
Yeah, Juniper remains the prime suspect if we assume the body was moved as per her script. So, as the defense, you have to figure out how else the body could've been moved.
Athena:
B-But... (Oh, is he telling me to think of another way besides the crane?)
Judge:
Ms. Cykes. If you have a counterargument, this court would love to hear it. And if--
Blackquill:
If you do not, it is time for the verdict. Isn't that correct, Your Baldness?
Athena:
Athena:
No, not yet! All I have to do is show that the body wasn't moved like it was in the script, right?
Judge:
Well, that WOULD show that the mat had nothing to do with this case.
Blackquill:
There is a sword of great renown that cuts down sophistic lawyers. Its name is Evidence.
Athena:
Tsk, you don't scare me! (Force a smile, Athena! You can do it!)
Apollo:
What's wrong with your face, Athena? It's a weird mix of terror and creepy grin. Just focus on how the body could've been moved without it being dropped.
Athena:
(How could anyone lower it without just dropping it? It's not like it could fly... ...Or maybe it could. After all, there IS a way to zip between the art room and the stage! Someone could've easily used that thing!)
Judge:
Hm? ...Oh, yes, of course! Ms. Cykes, the court would like to see what you have for us.
Athena:
(All I have to do is show the tiniest shred of a possibility.) The mat and ball cart weren't used to move the body! This is what was used!
Present School Banner
Athena:
Leads to:
"The key here is the thing that ties the art room and the stage together."
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
By using this just right, the body could've been moved without the mat!
Judge:
Really? I would love to hear how that would be possible.
Athena:
Yeah, I'd love to hear that, too!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes, that would be your job, in case you've forgotten!
Athena:
Oh, right! (I know there's something that connects the art room and stage! I just have to show it!)
Leads back to:
"The mat and ball cart weren't used to move the body! This is what was used!"
Athena:
The key here is the thing that ties the art room and the stage together.
Blackquill:
Might I propose an idea? It might do you well to tie your lips together, lest you further expose your ignorance.
Athena:
This isn't exactly the time for black comedy, Prosecutor Blackquill... Anyway! The court will recall the wire on which the school banner was hung. That wire was strung between the art room and the stage... ...which allowed students to run or reel in the school banner from the art room. The body could've easily been lowered down to the stage via this wire!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Spare me your armchair theories. This wasn't some kind of high-wire act. The body surely would have fallen, yet there are no signs of blunt force trauma!
Athena:
Athena:
Oh, you surprise me, Prosecutor Blackquill. You didn't actually think I failed to account for that?
Apollo:
I'm sure that's exactly what he thought.
Athena:
When we investigated the stage yesterday... ...the bottom part of the school banner had been tied into a pouch-like shape. And pouches are useful for carrying things. What do think [sic] this one could have carried?!
Judge:
W-Well, go on. Please explain!
Athena:
The body was bundled into the pouch-like section of the banner and sent down the wire. The body would've been down on that stage in a flash! And there'd be no need for a mat!
Judge:
Hmm... I've heard the phrase "carrying the banner," but the banner doing the carrying?
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I've no patience for you and your cheap parlor tricks. Your claim is as shaky as a corpse performing that absurd high-wire act.
Athena:
If you have an actual objection, then just come out and say it!
Blackquill:
I trust you recall the bloodstains left on the art room pottery. If the wire had been used to move the body... ...it would have to be via the window above the quad -- the one with the winch. However, the bloodstained pottery was next to the window above the maintenance area. Ergo, the wire and banner had naught at all to do with this case.
Athena:
Oh, um, ha ha. The bloodstained pottery... I remember that.
Apollo:
This doesn't look good. We'll be back to the mat theory if you don't do something.
Judge:
Well, Ms. Cykes? I hope you have something better this time than a circus act.
Athena:
(If my wire theory is true, then that blood on the pottery must not have been...)
The victim's blood
Leads to:
"Maybe it's not the victim's blood."
Blood at all
Athena:
At first we thought it was red glaze, but it turned out to be blood. But what if we go back to the time when it was just red glaze by all accounts?
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
But the police have clearly identified it as blood.
Judge:
You can't change fact to fiction, Ms. Cykes, let alone travel back in time.
Athena:
Whoops...
Judge:
Now, then, Ms. Cykes. Please share your thoughts on what this blood really is.
Leads back to:
"If my wire theory is true, then that blood on the pottery must not have been..."
Athena:
Maybe it's not the victim's blood. Did the police check to see from whom the blood on the pottery came from?
Blackquill:
Shame on you, Cykes-dono. Have a little more respect for the constabulary. ...Fool Bright.
Apollo:
Looks like they didn't check it.
Athena:
Ah, don't let it get you down, Prosecutor Blackquill! Everyone makes mistakes.
Blackquill:
Spare me your cheek. We will know not either way till the tests are run.
Athena:
(True, but in the meantime, I'm going to press my claim as far as I can!)
Blackquill:
Your Baldness. I demand that the blood on the pottery be analyzed this instant!
Judge:
Of course. It shouldn't take long to get the results back.
Judge:
Oh, my. That was quick.
Apollo:
We're history if it turns out to be the victim's blood.
Athena:
(Please, please let it be someone else's.)
Blackquill:
............Nngh. It seems the blood was not from the victim.
Judge:
Wh-What?!
Blackquill:
Furthermore, a comparison with other parties involved with this case reveals... ...that the blood belongs to one Hugh O'Conner.
Athena:
(Score!)
O'Conner:
.........
Woods:
*cough*... *cough, cough*
Athena:
Don't worry, Junie. Just try to relax.
Woods:
H-Hugh's hands... His hands were... dripping with blood...!
Athena:
Your Honor, as we saw earlier, the witness's left hand had suffered a serious injury. He sustained the wound in a struggle with the victim, and his blood got on the pottery. (Then, Junie saw his bloodstained hands as they passed each other in the first floor hall.) It's the only explanation that covers everything!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
There is but one way now to turn aside her blade. But do not cast the blame on me. Your grudge is with Cykes-dono, for it is she who forces me to expose your secret.
O'Conner:
H-H-Heh. F-Fine, whatever.
Athena:
(Wow, how much dirt does he have on Hugh?)
Blackquill:
The court will observe this odd-looking envelope. It was inside this that Myriam Scuttlebutt's script was found.
Athena:
Ms. Scuttlebutt's...? But didn't the prosecution already claim that... ...this envelope is the one that contained her script?
Blackquill:
Circumstances have changed. You see, Golden Boy had hidden this from us all.
Judge:
Let's see here... My word! Talk about the world's most painful paper cut!
Blackquill:
Indeed. You can clearly see that if this envelope is not opened correctly... ...a powerful spring-loaded blade will shoot forth, leaving a horrible gash upon the hand. The only one who had been told of the correct way to open it was Constance Courte.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss. You really want to see my script that bad? Well, you better watch out. Read it without my permission and you'll wish you hadn't!
Athena:
(Yikes... Myriam wasn't kidding when she said that!)
Blackquill:
The blood on the blade is the witness's. Our genius here tried to sneak a peek at the wrong script and paid for his foolishness!
Athena:
Ouuuuuuuch! (This guy's the worst genius I've EVER seen!)
Apollo:
Don't worry, Athena. The wound isn't that deep. We've still got the wire theory.
Athena:
Y-Yeah... I've got it! Since the blood by the window overlooking the maintenance area isn't the victim's... ...there's no longer any basis for denying the body was moved using the wire and banner. Therefore, the defense once again asserts just that!
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
You call yourself a lawyer? Heh. Don't you see the glaring contradiction in your thinking?
Athena:
Huh?
Judge:
The court would like to remind the witness that his role is not to point out--
O'Conner:
Heh. And you... How can you adhere to such outdated beliefs. But whatever. It seems you've forgotten the two statues that were onstage directly below the wire. A body sent sliding down that wire would've crashed into them. Care to explain that away?
Judge:
Why, I believe he's right. The statues and the wire are extremely close together.
Athena:
(Ugh... So the body would've collided with the statues? Hmm... What if they did collide? Wait, that's it!) Speaking of those statues, we still don't know how they were broken. But if we assume the body crashed into them... ...that would also explain that loud sound we heard while we were in the waiting room.
Judge:
Oh, now that you mention it... ...you and Mr. Wright went out to the stage after you heard that sound, correct?
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Interesting... How very interesting. But may I ask just one question? When was it that you heard said sound?
Athena:
It was a little after the mock trial had started. Mr. Wright and I were practically bored to tears there in the waiting room, when-- Ah!
Blackquill:
Precisely. If that sound you heard did happen while the body was being moved... ...that would place it during the mock trial!
Athena:
(Oof. Which means the body wouldn't have been there before the mock trial started.)
O'Conner:
You see, right before the mock trial started... I saw the body.
Athena:
(He said he saw the body before the mock trial. If so... ...then my claim that the body was moved during the mock trial doesn't hold water! Stupid contradiction! It's going to get me and our case killed!)
Judge:
The focus was on just three suspects because the body was moved before the mock trial. That has been the major premise thus far. Your assertion, therefore, contradicts the very foundation of this case.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Both sides still lack incontrovertible evidence. So, should we not also treat Golden Boy's testimony with some level of suspicion?
Judge:
Hmm... Good point.
O'Conner:
Ack!
Athena:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill... is on our side! I bet he's figured out the truth behind this case!
Apollo:
Well, great, as long as he's not up to something else.
Athena:
(If the statues really were broken when the body hit them... ...then Hugh's statement about seeing the body before the mock trial is a big fat lie!) Okay, Mr. O'Conner! Let's get to the bottom of this contradiction about when you saw the body. Look me straight in the eyes and repeat your statement to me!
O'Conner:
Argh! L-Like I said before, uh... before the mock trial, the body was, you know...
Blackquill:
I shall only say this once, Golden Boy. You had best tell the truth, and do it now. That is, if your head wish to enjoy the continued companionship of your body.
O'Conner:
Yikes!
Blackquill:
Now, out with it! Did you truly witness the body?!
Athena:
Or were you just lying about it?! Well, which is it?!
O'Conner:
............I...
Blackquill:
You what?
Athena:
I...!
O'Conner:
I............ I never saw the body.
Athena:
!
Judge:
Are you sure about that? Lie to this court again and I'll charge you with perjury.
O'Conner:
There was no body on that stage! I've been lying about that this whole time! I'm... I'm sorry.
Athena:
(Yes! We've exposed Hugh's big lie for what it is! But why would he lie about this to begin with?)
Judge:
Order! The base premise that the body was moved before the mock trial has been overturned. I imagine that this has an impact on both the defense and the prosecution's case.
Athena:
Well, first I'd like to thank the prosecutor. This brings us one step closer to the truth. Now, at least we know the body was moved using the wire and school banner.
Blackquill:
...Indeed. That much I shall concede, Cykes-dono. The body was moved as you stated, and in the midst of the mock trial.
Judge:
Hmm... So both sides are satisfied then?
Blackquill:
Hmph. If the body was moved before the mock trial, we have our three suspects... ...but if the move took place in the midst of the mock trial, it is an entirely different story.
Athena:
Right. All three suspects were in the mock trial. That gives them solid alibis.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...Hmph. How simplistic. Did you forget about the student in charge of the audio? Amidst the mock trial, she was the one soul who could leave and reenter the Lecture Hall.
Judge:
Wh-What's this?! Who is this person in charge of the audio?!
Athena:
(Oh, no! How could I forget! It was...!)
Athena:
Hey! What's the deal here? Why's Junie so large in this shot?
Newman:
Eh heh heh heh. Juniper was also in charge of the audio. When she wasn't in the trial, she was in the audio control room dealing with the music.
Blackquill:
Indeed. The one who could enter the art room amidst the mock trial to move the body... ...was none other than the accused, Juniper Woods, for she was in charge of the audio!
Athena:
Eee... Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
Why, yes! I see! That DOES make perfect sense!
Athena:
(This can't be happening. Instead of exposing Hugh's crime, Junie's in even deeper. No matter how you slice it, we're cooked! And here I thought Prosecutor Blackquill was on our side, at least on this issue.)
Apollo:
The Twisted Samurai strikes again.
Athena:
Tsk, twisted?! It's more like dirty rotten!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Your Baldness, it is time to put an end to this farce.
Judge:
Hmm... The prosecution has presented a quite convincing case. But the defense has one last chance to voice any remaining objections. Well, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
Apollo! What are we going to do?! I've got nothing left! Nothing! Nada! Niente!
Apollo:
I've been trying to think of something, but I'm drawing a big blank, too!
Athena:
(Ugh... Poor Junie. Unless we figure out something, she'll be...) O-Objection... Objection... Umm... well... I object to...!
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
Heh. Heh heh heh. Ha ha ha ha ha! Stop right there! All ears to me! It's time you heard about the rare genius of Hugh O'Conner! Listen and you will hear the secret behind my perfect crime!
Athena:
P-P-P-P...
Apollo:
Perfect...
Judge:
Criiiiiime?!
Athena:
Wait, this is some serious déjà vu. Didn't we just go through something like this yesterday?
Apollo:
Yes, yes we did... This had better not be another one of his enraging traps...
O'Conner:
The murder, the moving of the body, the cover up! It all sprung from my brilliant mind! Well, go ahead, arrest me! The real killer is right before you!
Judge:
Order, Order, I say! M-M-Mr. O'Conner! You already confessed yesterday, then earlier today recanted your confession!
O'Conner:
As if you mouth-breathers could comprehend my genius! The end justifies the means! Now, bow down and kneel! Kneel before my great and maddening intellect.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Enough! The only thing maddening is the ignominy you bare for all to see. For it is impossible for you to have been the perpetrator behind this crime.
Athena:
Ah!
Blackquill:
There is no perfect crime, only a perfect alibi, for you were at the mock trial. And it is silly that I must remind you of this, but you were a participant the entire time. There shall be no mercy if you persist in hindering this trial with your silly little act!
Athena:
(Hugh doesn't seem the least bit shaken by Blackquill's threat.)
O'Conner:
Listen, Mr. Prosecutor. Calling that a perfect alibi is beyond contempt. Your Honor, I'd like to take this opportunity to offer further testimony. I will now demonstrate the very moment of genius that transcended even perfection!
Witness Testimony
-- Hugh's Confession --
O'Conner:
You won't believe this, but I used a body double!
That wasn't the real me at the mock trial!
That means I didn't almost lose! My body double almost did!
I slipped out stealthily while my double took care of the trial.
I had the run of the campus. In short, I'm the killer. Juniper's innocent!
Judge:
Hmm... I have a question I was hoping the defense and prosecution might help answer. Is it just me or does the witness's testimony make no sense at all?
Athena:
No, it's not just you, Your Honor. All I got from listening to that was a headache.
Apollo:
Yeah, that was just plain weird, especially the whole thing about a body double.
Judge:
Well, I'm relieve it's not just me. ...And the prosecution?
Blackquill:
Your Baldness, summon an ambulance this instance [sic]. The witness is stark, raving mad.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, I think that would be for the best. Now, then, let's pretend that never happened and move on to my verdict--
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
You people don't believe me?!
Athena:
It's not a matter of believing you. It's more along the lines of questioning your sanity.
Apollo:
Yeah, the funny farm just called. They want their "genius" back.
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
Shut your pie holes! The intellect of a genius transcends even logic! Besides, don't you guys have that weird device for testimony like this?!
Athena:
Athena:
Widget's not a weird device and I don't waste him on ridiculous testimonies!
Apollo:
Easy there, tiger. Think of it this way. We don't want a verdict to be passed just yet. So how about we give Widget a try?
Athena:
Well, this is against my better judgment, but I'd like to conduct a short therapy session.
Judge:
Your better judgment? I'm a judge, and it's far beyond mine, yet I find it hard to say no. Prosecutor Blackquill, I trust you have no objections? ...Um, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Bailiff:
The prosecutor said, "Rubbish! We will be out on a stroll!" then left with Detective Fulbright.
Athena:
(How does he get away with stuff like that?)
Judge:
...Then I'll interpret that as meaning he has no explicit objections. All right, Ms. Cykes, you may proceed with your therapy session.
Apollo:
I've seen my share of crazy trials, but this one takes the cake!
O'Conner:
You won't believe this, but I used a body double!
O'Conner:
That wasn't the real me at the mock trial!
O'Conner:
That means I didn't almost lose! My body double did!
O'Conner:
I slipped out stealthily while my double took care of the trial.
O'Conner:
I had the run of the campus.
O'Conner:
In short, I'm the killer.
O'Conner:
Juniper's innocent!
Probe Woods
Athena:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Mr. O'Conner, yesterday you said that you didn't really care about Ms. Woods anymore."
Athena:
I don't get it. His confession is overflowing with happiness.
Apollo:
Maybe he enjoys thinking how us mouth-breathers can't comprehend his genius.
Athena:
But this goes way beyond normal happiness. He seems to take an insane level of delight in his confession!
Apollo:
Hmm, even a normal level of delight would be weird for a confession. Then again, he's not what I'd call normal.
Athena:
(Hugh... Why are you confessing? Who is this really for? I feel like that's the key to his out-of-control emotion!)
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, yesterday you said that you didn't really care about Ms. Woods anymore.
O'Conner:
I already told Juniper, so I might as well yell you. I don't really care about her anymore.
Athena:
What? Why?
O'Conner:
Yeah, well, Juniper reported my secret to Prof. Courte.
Athena:
(His secret? ...Oh, the bribe.)
O'Conner:
She wanted nothing to do with me because I had disappointed her. That's why I don't care about her anymore. I was never trying to protect her. My confession was always about one thing and one thing only: the truth!
Athena:
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, you felt great happiness in the fact that you might help set Ms. Woods free. So much that it overshadowed all of your other emotions.
O'Conner:
What are you...
Athena:
I can hear it clearly now, Mr. O'Conner -- the discord you've been trying to suppress. People don't normally feel like you do when you confessed.
Apollo:
So, Hugh really was trying to protect Juniper?
Athena:
Yes, I'm sure of it. Hugh's feelings for her are the real deal.
NOISE LEVEL90%
Athena:
(But that means his confession is...)
???:
...Finally figured out the obvious, have we?
Judge:
Why, Prosecutor Blackquill, you're back.
Blackquill:
The confession was naught but lies, save for the part about being in the mock trial. Can we all agree now that the killer is the one in charge of the audio, i.e. the accused?!
Athena:
Gaaah! (Why couldn't you have taken a longer stroll?)
O'Conner:
N-No! You haven't unraveled the genius of my body double trick yet!
Apollo:
You can't be serious. Do you really expect us to believe you had a body double?
O'Conner:
Yes! Yes I do! But if you think I didn't, then prove it! Heh!
Apollo:
Either we quit here and Juniper is found guilty, or we play along with Hugh's delusion.
Athena:
Let's go with the least worse choice. But first, let me update his testimony.
O'Conner:
You won't believe this, but I used a body double!
O'Conner:
That wasn't the real me at the mock trial!
O'Conner:
That means I didn't almost lose! My body double did!
Pinpoint Happiness
Athena:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Hmm... "I didn't almost lose," you say? Very odd..."
O'Conner:
I slipped out stealthily while my double took care of the trial.
O'Conner:
I had the run of the campus.
O'Conner:
In short, I'm the killer.
O'Conner:
Juniper's innocent!
Apollo:
A body double...? What a bunch of baloney.
Athena:
I know, but I can hear the noise. It means there's a contradictory emotion somewhere.
Apollo:
Contradictory emotion? Everything he says is one big contradiction.
Athena:
Right, and that's why I can hear his inner voice loud and clear! If we just think about Hugh and his competitive nature... ...we should be able to figure out the root cause of his discord!
Athena:
Hmm... "I didn't almost lose," you say? Very odd... You exhibited happiness the entire time, except during this statement.
O'Conner:
Argh! You don't know when to give up! ...Wait, now that I think about it...
Athena:
(No, don't! Stop making stuff up!)
O'Conner:
When I left the Lecture Hall... ...it was during Prof. Means's pre-trial speech. That's when I moved the body. I then slipped back in just before the verdict.
Athena:
So, you're saying you were there the moment your double was about to lose?
O'Conner:
Yes, I was! Naturally, I wasn't happy when I saw that. In any case, I was at the far end of the Lecture Hall behind the screen. I figured no one would see me if I came and went through the doors there.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Cykes-dono. How much longer will you indulge him in this charade? While it's true that none in the audience might see him go through either of those doors... ...the faculty seats on the balconies are a different story, and have a splendid view!
O'Conner:
...Heh. I thought you could do better than that. The lawyer's bench is on the right side when facing the front of the hall. I used the door on the right side near the lawyer's bench. That means my movements were only visible to someone in the left balcony seat. But that seat was empty at the time, which is only natural. After all, it belonged to Prof. Courte, and as we all know, she was already dead by then.
Athena:
......... (That can't be right. An empty balcony seat on the left side contradicts this piece of evidence!)
Present Lecture Hall Diagram
Athena:
Leads to:
"I've no idea where this contradiction is going."
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
You couldn't have got out as you described. And this right here proves it.
O'Conner:
Heh, really? And how would that preclude me from exiting?
Athena:
Oh, come on. Do I have to explain everything to you, Golden Boy?
Judge:
Well, I'd at least like you to explain it to me.
Athena:
Noooooo! (How could I make such a noob mistake?! Was the seat Hugh pointed out really supposed to be empty?)
Leads back to:
"An empty balcony seat on the left side contradicts this piece of evidence!"
Athena:
(I've no idea where this contradiction is going. But I don't have any other moves at this point. Guess I'll just have to follow it and see where this takes me!) You said the left balcony seat was empty. But was it really?
O'Conner:
I saw it with my own eyes! It was definitely empty!
Athena:
But what about this diagram? According to this, Prof. Means was supposed to be seated in the left balcony seat. But if you left the Lecture Hall during his pre-trial speech... ...he would've been standing there at his seat addressing the students and faculty!
O'Conner:
Gah! No, this can't be right!
NOISE LEVEL80%
Blackquill:
Hmph. You do no one any favor by exposing the falsities of his confession.
O'Conner:
I've told plenty of lies so far, but this part is true, I tell you! There was nobody in the left balcony seat. You gotta believe me!
Athena:
(Hmm, it doesn't seem like he's lying this time.) Okay, Mr. O'Conner! Let's have you testify again, but this time, don't spare any details!
O'Conner:
You got it! I'll repeat it as many times as you like! I mean, my ingenious escape act warrants repeating, considering I'm the real killer!
Athena:
(All I really care about is whether that seat was empty or not.)
O'Conner:
The second floor was deserted!
O'Conner:
Why won't you believe me?! It's true, I tell you!
O'Conner:
I went out the back door without anyone noticing.
O'Conner:
Then, all I had to do... was go through the empty audio control room!
Pinpoint Sadness
Athena:
Got it!
Leads to:
"I detected powerful sadness and fear right after you said this part."
O'Conner:
It leads into the hallway. So I was perfectly capable of moving the body.
Athena:
Whoa, talk about a change in tone! It reads like a totally different testimony! It's like he realized something terrible the moment he opened his mouth.
Apollo:
If it's something he realized himself, this unease might also register in how he speaks.
Athena:
Right. I'll focus on places where he hesitates or stammers, then!
Athena:
I detected powerful sadness and fear right after you said this part. It's as if you'd said something you shouldn't have.
O'Conner:
What's wrong with you?! You shouldn't reveal a person's inner feelings for all to see!
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, it's you who is revealing your inner emotions by the way you speak. Plus, I have a good idea about why you're feeling sad.
O'Conner:
Argh! You're a horrible person! Can't you just leave me be?!
Athena:
You said that you went through the "empty audio control room," but that's not true, is it? There was someone who returned from there once Prof. Means finished his speech. And that someone who was in the audio control room was...
Present Juniper Woods profile
Athena:
Leads to:
"I know you realized there was a problem with your statement as you were saying it."
Present anyone else
Athena:
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, apparently you forgot that this person had been in the audio control room!
O'Conner:
Wait a second. That's who you think was there when I passed through?
Athena:
Yes, positive! ...Or at least I wish I was.
Judge:
It appears to this court that the defense has a bad case of wishful thinking.
Athena:
Eeeeeek! (Darn it! There's only one person who went between the Lecture Hall and audio control room!)
Leads back to:
"And that someone who was in the audio control room was..."
Athena:
I know you realized there was a problem with your statement as you were saying it. That's why you felt so uneasy. If the audio control room really was empty... ...that would mean Ms. Woods was roaming around the campus.
O'Conner:
Aaaaaaaaagh!
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, if you really want to protect Ms. Woods, just tell the truth. If you believe in her, revealing the truth is the same as protecting her.
O'Conner:
...Juniper's innocent. That's the truth. But in this dark age of the law, the truth can be easily twisted to serve anyone's needs. When the end justifies the means, your only choice is to fight back with lies!
Athena:
(Hugh's heart won't hold out under this battle between truth and lies. Is there something I can do to make him recant his false testimony?)
O'Conner:
Heh heh heh. I fear nothing now that I have lost everything! Go ahead, Prosecutor Blackquill. Cut me down if you wish!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I thought you'd never ask. With you gone, we may swiftly proceed to a verdict. Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! ............Yah!!!
Judge:
Aaaaaah! H-He broke out of his shackles agaaaaaaain!
Apollo:
I don't want to be the poor accountant down at the Detention Center...
Blackquill:
Hugh O'Conner, in deference to your valor, I will limit your suffering with one clean blow.
Athena:
Athena:
Could you wait just one moment before you cut him down?
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Do not come between a samurai and his foe, Cykes-dono!
Athena:
Eek! (I never learned about this in law school!)
Apollo:
Careful, Prosecutor... Remember that shocking experience you had last time!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Very well, Golden Boy may live.. for now.
Athena:
Enough already, Mr. O'Conner. Ms. Woods would never want you to protect her this way. She values the friendship between the three of you more than anything!
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
That's where you're wrong. She doesn't feel anything for me now. Heh. But what does it matter anymore? I might as well tell you everything. This is, no doubt, news to you, but I am not and never was a genius.
Athena:
Sorry, but I already knew.
Apollo:
Me, too.
Judge:
And don't forget me! ...Though, in all fairness, it was pretty obvious.
Woman:
I thought he was genius at first, but...
Man:
The stuff he said was crazy.
O'Conner:
Arrrrrgh! No need to rub it in! Just shut up and listen! It all started several days ago. I accidently [sic] learned that my parents have been paying good money for my grades.
Judge:
B-But that's...! That's bribery!
Athena:
(So the bribery wasn't Hugh's idea?)
O'Conner:
All of my perfect scores were the product of cold hard cash, not genius. Even worse, when I confronted my parents about it over the phone... ...Juniper overheard me.
Judge:
Oh, my... What a terrible misunderstanding.
O'Conner:
I've been living a lie! I don't know what else there is to say! I'm no genius. I'm completely worthless... A perfect zero.
Athena:
Hugh...
O'Conner:
Even so, I still wanted to make it up to Juniper for disappointing her like that. That's why I wanted to clear her name by pinning the blame on me! I mean, she probably hates me now, so it'd be a relief for her to see me locked away.
Apollo:
If you were trying to help her, then why did you testify against her?
O'Conner:
You were the ones who told me to tell the truth yesterday! So, I thought if I did, it would help her.
Athena:
(He wasn't trying to provoke us?)
Apollo:
It looks like we seriously misunderstood him, in more ways than one.
Athena:
(At the detention center yesterday, Junie was in tears when she opened up to me. But the truth is, the friendship between the three of them is still rock solid! If there were something that could help me prove that to Hugh...)
O'Conner:
Heh. We even have proof of our friendship.
Newman:
Yeaaaaaah!!! As long as our friendship lasts! You can bet we'll be carrying them around!
Athena:
(I know! What about that proof of friendship they mentioned?! Hmm... I wonder where or what it is.)
... I didn't buy it. It's handmade, and there's only one like it in the world.
Athena:
(Maybe it's... No, that's definitely it! That band around his neck!) Mr. O'Conner! That band around your neck! That's your proof of friendship, isn't it?
O'Conner:
!
Judge:
Proof of friendship? Is that anything like a proof of purchase barcode?
Athena:
In court, evidence is everything. That's why the three friends created friendship bands. It's the evidence that proves their friendship.
Judge:
Ho ho. How very interesting... and chic!
Athena:
If they have doubts about their friendship, they can look to the proof they have on hand. That's why Mr. O'Conner's hand always goes to his neck when he is pressured. It proves he still has feeling of friendship towards the other two.
O'Conner:
It doesn't matter if I wear it if those two...
Athena:
Athena:
But they feel the same way, too. I know they wear their friendship bands somewhere. (Junie and Robin must both feel the same as Hugh. I just know it! Everything Hugh has said leads me to believe that. In fact, he may have also just told me that the others wear their proof of friendship...)
Where they're easy to touch
Leads to:
"All we have to do is think back to their testimonies. Ready?"
Where they're hard to spot
Athena:
Oh, I know! They must wear them in places that are difficult to see!
O'Conner:
Really? And where might they be?
Athena:
How about around the belly button or on the soles of the feet? That would be hard to see.
O'Conner:
How could they wear their friendship bands there?
Athena:
Oh, right...
Judge:
That's right, you're wrong.
Athena:
Ugh...
Leads back to:
"Junie and Robin must both feel the same as Hugh. I just know it!"
They aren't wearing them now
Athena:
Neither of them are wearing them now.
O'Conner:
Heh. For once I agree with you, Ms. Cykes. You're right. They're not wearing them. Why would they when our friendship is over?
Athena:
Wait... No, that's not what I meant. S-Sorry, sorry! Let me try that one again.
Leads back to:
"Junie and Robin must both feel the same as Hugh. I just know it!"
Athena:
All we have to do is think back to their testimonies. Ready? Ms. Newman holds her arm when pressured. And Ms. Woods holds her wrist. I know Ms. Woods very well. She would never abandon her friendship with you over something like this. And taking the blame for her will only succeed in making her terribly sad!
O'Conner:
Argh... Arrrgh... Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Anime cutscene
O'Conner:
Robin, those bands of friendship that you made just for the three of us. You may have forgotten about them, but not me!
Woods:
Hugh!
Newman:
Hey Hugh!
O'Conner:
And to think... I should have known better than to doubt my best friends.
O'Conner:
I... I didn't kill anyone. And I didn't have a body double.
I didn't move the body. I didn't even see it. And it may look like I'm speed reading... ..."Zen and the Art of Mastering the Bar Exam," but I haven't read a single word!
Judge:
Hmm? Well, you could've fooled me! In fact, you did!
Athena:
Hugh...
O'Conner:
...So, Ms. Cykes, can I place my trust in you?
Athena:
I'm going to save Junie. So yes, you can place your trust in me.
Judge:
Then, am I to understand that the witness is recanting his confession?
O'Conner:
.........Yes.
Blackquill:
Hmph, a most roundabout trial. I much prefer the turnabout variety myself. Now we are back to the fact that there was but one suspect who lacked an alibi. Which is, in the end, the truth you've been seeking this entire time.
Apollo:
So, we're back to square one? Now I'm exhausted and depressed.
Athena:
It probably doesn't matter at this point, but I might as well update the Mood Matrix. (...Huh? Does this mean...?)
Blackquill:
Further resistance is futile. The time for a verdict is nigh!
Athena:
Athena:
Please, wait!
Blackquill:
What sort of devilry are you up to now?
Athena:
What if our client wasn't the only one without an alibi? The trial would continue, right?
Judge:
W-Well, yes, I suppose it would. But after such a thorough investigation, does such a person really exist?
Athena:
Yes, we've found someone. It may have seemed like a major roundabout... ...but Mr. O'Conner's testimony has cracked the case! (There's no more noise. Hugh is telling the truth now. During the mock trial, the balcony seat opposite him really was empty! Which now means there is one person unaccounted for!)
NOISE LEVEL0%BYE BYE
Athena:
(Besides Junie, the only other person without an alibi during the mock trial is...!)
Present Aristotle Means profile
Athena:
Leads to:
"The balcony seat was empty. That much IS true, isn't it, Mr. O'Conner?"
Present anyone else
Athena:
Athena:
This person right here is the only other one without an alibi during the mock trial!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaat?!
Athena:
Quite shocking, isn't it, Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes, shockingly out of the realm of possibility!
Athena:
Yiiikes! (This is no time to be making mistakes! Hugh's latest testimony is the truth. If I just base my decision on that...!)
Leads back to:
"Besides Junie, the only other person without an alibi during the mock trial is...!"
Athena:
The balcony seat was empty. That much IS true, isn't it, Mr. O'Conner?
O'Conner:
That's right. How many more times do I have to say it?!
Athena:
So, basically, Prof. Means wasn't where he was supposed to be during the mock trial!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Need I remind you, every last soul in the Lecture Hall heard him deliver his speech?
Athena:
Athena:
I know. And that's not in dispute here. Now, let me explain how a speech could be given from an empty seat. It was...
Given from hiding
Athena:
The speech was given from a hidden location. It explains why the witness didn't see anyone!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Fine. Let us entertain your notion. How would it affect this trial?
Athena:
Athena:
Why does everything have to be about the trial! There's more to life than winning!
Judge:
If the defense is not interested in the trial, she can go practice law in the hall.
Athena:
Whoops! (Ugh. I need something that actually relates to the situation at hand.)
Blackquill:
Hmph.
Leads back to:
"Need I remind you, every last soul in the Lecture Hall heard him deliver his speech?"
Given later
Athena:
They ran out of time, so the speech was given later!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Stop right there. Everyone in that room heard the speech that preceded the mock trial.
Athena:
Athena:
But it was given later. They couldn't have heard it before it was given. The only explanation is everyone there only thought they'd heard the speech!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes... I don't only think I'll give you a penalty, I believe I actually will.
Athena:
Eeeeeek!
Blackquill:
Hmph.
Leads back to:
"Need I remind you, every last soul in the Lecture Hall heard him deliver his speech?"
Pre-recorded
Leads to:
"What if the speech was pre-recorded?"
Athena:
What if the speech was pre-recorded? That's the only way the speech could've been delivered from an empty balcony seat!
O'Conner:
O'Conner:
Wait... Are you accusing Prof. Means? That's insane! I mean, he's the one who gave me the tape recorder! "Take this to the police," he said, "and tell them you found it."
Athena:
What? Really? (Wait a second!) Mr. O'Conner! Did you just say that Prof. Means gave that phony recording to you?!
Judge:
Phony? The defense will refrain from hurling unsubstantiated allegations.
O'Conner:
Well, I said he gave it to me, but what do you mean it's phony?
Athena:
(Wow, who could've seen this development...?)
Tape Recorder updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
The voice shouting, "You're a goner!" as recorded on this tape... ...was dubbed onto it using a line our client said in the mock trial video!
Judge:
Why, this... this is an extremely crucial piece of evidence!
Athena:
(Prof. Means gave Hugh the phony tape. If that's really true, then Prof. Means has guilt written all over him!) Your Honor! The defense moves to call Prof. Aristotle Means to the stand!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. The seat was never empty. 'Twas but an oversight by our dullard of a witness. An inmate who was formally [sic] a surgeon once told me something. He said it's often all too easy to overlooked [sic] critical symptoms!
Athena:
Athena:
Well, we're not going to overlook this oversight! If the speech was pre-recorded, the basis for suspecting our client would be shattered! Let's check with Prof. Means and see whether the empty seat was a witness oversight. A verdict without first looking into that would be inconceivable!
Judge:
That's enough, both of you. ...Now, here's my opinion on the matter. While a surgeon overlooking critical symptoms is a problem... ...a witness's oversight, too, must not be overlooked. Thus, as to the matter of whether Prof. Means was or was not in his faculty seat... ...I believe we must ask the professor himself.
Athena:
I agree. Prof. Means should be here in the gallery today.
Blackquill:
Hmph! Do as you please!
Judge:
Will you please state your name and occupation for the record?
Means:
Certainly. I am Aristotle Means. I teach the lawyer course at Themis Legal Academy. And let me add that while... ...I welcome any opportunity to assist with the trial, I don't care for this undue suspicion.
Athena:
Don't worry, Professor, we're just interested in the mock trial video right now. We just need to take another look at that speech you gave. Can we count on your cooperation in this?
Means:
Very well, if that's all you're interested in. Please proceed, Ms. Cykes.
Apollo:
We need to find some sort of evidence that shows this speech was pre-recorded!
Judge:
All right, I believe we're ready. Let's roll the video.
"Good afternoon. I would like to start by thanking you all for coming here today. The mock trial, the crown-jewel event of the school festival will begin shortly! When I was a student, I, too, could hardly wait for this day to come."
Athena:
(Oh, no, I'd forgotten how long and boring his speech was.)
Widget:
Zzz...
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Wake me up once this is over.
Athena:
(Hey, no fair!)
"The experiences of our youth have a powerful and profound effect on our adult--"
"Ah, you there! Wake up! Pay attention!"
Athena:
Huh? ...Eeek! I'm awake, I'm awake! Isn't that right, Your Honor?!
Judge:
Huh?! What?! I-I'm awake, too! Wide, wide awake, see?!
Blackquill:
............Zzz.
"Once again, our pure white Lady Justice will be watching over all of you today. Pay attention now and you may make a difference one day. Now, let the mock trial begin!"
Means:
That is about it. One of my better speeches if I do say so myself. I even saw some of our students with tears in their eyes.
Apollo:
He's obviously not familiar with the phrase "bored to tears."
Blackquill:
Listen, Cykes-dono. If you have subjected me to this epic study in tedium without purpose... ...Taka will feast on your tongue after I've cut it out!
Athena:
Eeeeeek! (But you were asleep the whole time!)
Judge:
Well, Ms. Cykes? Did you notice anything strange about that speech?
Athena:
...Could I please hear that last part again?
"Once again, our pure white Lady Justice will be watching over all of you today."
Athena:
Athena:
(There! I finally found what we needed!) Prof. Means, I have only one question about your speech. Why does that last part we just heard contradict with this?!
Present Lady Justice
Athena:
Leads to:
"The professor said the pure white Lady Justice would be watching over them."
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Athena:
See, look! Could the contradiction be any clearer?! Heh heh heh. Your face betrays your unease...
Means:
.........
Athena:
Your face betrays...
Means:
.........
Judge:
.........
Athena:
Don't tell me Your Honor has turned stone-faced, too! (The professor said the pure white Lady Justice would be watching over them. Something isn't right. There must be a contradiction between the audio and video!)
Leads back to:
"Prof. Means, I have only one question about your speech."
Athena:
The professor said the pure white Lady Justice would be watching over them. But the Lady Justice in the video isn't even close to being white. It's as gold as gold can be!
Means:
.........
Judge:
I-I'm not sure I can wrap my jaw around that to test its authenticity...!
Athena:
I didn't say it was MADE of gold, Your Honor! Now, it's true that this statue is pure white... ...but it broke before the mock trial began. The one you see here is its replacement.
Judge:
Oh, well, that's a shame on every count!
Athena:
Ironically, this golden statue sticks out like a sore thumb compared to the white one. Meaning the professor wouldn't have made a mistake in its color if he'd been present!
Means:
It seems that I have caused some confusion, but it was merely an oversight on my part.
Athena:
Athena:
The statue was in the middle of the room. How could you not know what it looked like?!
Means:
Well, I was in a balcony seat. Furthermore, the statue had previously been white.
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid this isn't sufficient evidence of the speech being pre-recorded.
Blackquill:
We had our answer long ago. The accused was the only one to leave the Lecture Hall.
Athena:
No, wait! (There's got to be something that can prove that the speech was pre-recorded!)
Apollo:
According to the mock trial video... ...the speech started here... ...and ended here. It was a little over ten minutes, but I doubt anyone wants to be tortured again.
Athena:
(It was only a little over ten minutes? It felt like it went on forever.) How'd you figure out how long it was?
Apollo:
Easy. There's a timestamp in the top right. All you have to do is... ...subtract the time the speech started from the time it ended.
Athena:
(The speech goes from 10:00-minute mark to 20:35. Wait a second... I could swear I've seen this same interval of time listed among the evidence... Maybe there's a way for me to use the speech time to show that it was prerecorded.)
Present Voiceprint Analysis
Athena:
Leads to:
"I would like the court to take a look at this."
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
The speech was pre-recorded! And my proof is right here! I'm sure of it mentally, physically, psychologically, you name it!
Judge:
Hmm... You're sure you're sure?
Athena:
Huh? Oh, well, yes, I'm sure... I think.
Judge:
Perhaps this penalty will help you make your case with more conviction.
Athena:
Aaaaaaagh! (Let's see... The speech took a total of ten minutes and thirty-five seconds. Hmm... 10:35... Where have I seen that number before?)
Leads back to:
"Maybe there's a way for me to use the speech time to show that it was prerecorded."
Athena:
I would like the court to take a look at this.
Judge:
And this is...?
Athena:
The voiceprint analysis that proves the voice on the tape recorder belongs to our client.
Judge:
Yes, but didn't we just establish that the voice on the tape recorder was a fabrication?
Athena:
We did, but what I'd like to focus on is the noise that is also there.
Blackquill:
Noise?
Athena:
Yes. The defense believes it resulted when the tape's previous recording was erased.
Blackquill:
Hmph. And what do you hope to prove by that?
Athena:
The length of the noise is what's important. It's ten minutes and thirty-five seconds in all. And what did the timestamp read at the moment Prof. Means began his speech?
Judge:
Hmm... That would be exactly 10:00.
Athena:
Now, let's fast forward this long-winded exercise in boredom to the end. Okay, stop. The video timestamp now reads 20:35. Based on this, we know the time it took for the speech alone.
Judge:
Right, subtract ten minutes and you get 10:35. Hm? Ten minutes and thirty-five seconds?
Athena:
Right, ten minutes and thirty-five seconds -- the same as the noise on the tape recording. I assume you all understand what this means. Prof. Means's pre-recorded speech had been where the noise is now!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
You seem rather confident considering this is a mere happenstance match of numbers.
Athena:
Athena:
But is it really just numbers?
Klavier:
The lab is continuing their study of the tape. So far, they've found signs of overdubbing. But it's going to take a bit longer to recover the audio that was erased.
Athena:
The police are analyzing the noise as we speak. It won't be long until we know what was originally there. (Now I'm sure of it. The professor was trying to create an alibi with the recording... ...by pinning the crime on Junie. Well, he's not gonna get away with it! Not on my watch!)
Means:
...Ms. Cykes. I believe you are well aware of my methodology. Even if Juniper were the perpetrator, I would vigorously defend her as per my word. And to that purpose, I offered to be her lawyer. Alas, look what's happened.
Athena:
All I've stated are obvious deductions derived from evidence and testimony.
Means:
Truth be told, I had no intention of testifying. I had been keeping quiet for Juniper's sake. But now that you cast this blame upon me, I have no choice but to reveal the truth...
Athena:
(Uh-oh! This doesn't sound good...)
Means:
I will now reveal the truth behind why I had to pre-record my speech before the mock trial. I, Prof. Means, always say what I mean and mean what I say by all means!
Witness Testimony
-- Prof. Means's Testimony --
Means:
The defendant came to me with what she said was very important, and by necessity, secret.
She asked me to pre-record my speech and come to the audio room during the mock trial.
Juniper confessed to the murder and asked that I get her declared innocent in court.
She also said I'd become an accomplice after losing my alibi due to the pre-recording.
But when I said I would protect Juniper, I meant it because it's the humane thing to do.
Judge:
Oh, my! So, you're saying the defendant threatened you?!
Apollo:
This has to be a lie... I mean, everything about it lines up too perfectly to be true.
Means:
On this most consequential of occasions, let me be completely frank with you. Juniper has truly taken to heart my teaching that states the end justifies the means.
Athena:
I don't believe you!
Means:
When she asked me to defend her, she said I must also prove her two friends innocent.
Judge:
Her two friends? The witnesses?
Means:
Correct. Hugh O'Conner and Robin Newman. I was to ensure all three walked free. All three were to achieve their dream. That was the result Juniper was seeking. And she was even willing to threaten me, her own professor, to that end.
Blackquill:
...Hmph. You, no doubt, had high praise for her ruthless tactics.
Means:
Yes, well, that is why I vowed to vigorously defend her despite her threatening me. There was a time when lawyers merely sought the truth if they wished for victory in court... ...but, alas, those days are over. Now, in the defense of justice, order,  and all that is good, the end justifies the means.
Athena:
(I am so sick of hearing that phrase!)
Means:
Though it truly grieves me so, I must tell you this. Forsake the truth if it's victory you seek. Steel yourself for this new courtroom reality.
Athena:
(That does it! He's gonna regret dragging those dismal, depressing ideas in here! Since he's already surrendered to the dark age of the law, it's up to me to fight it!)
Blackquill:
Why so silent, Cykes-dono? Something the matter?
Athena:
This... This is a court of law. It's no place for longwinded talks about idealistic principles. That's why I'm going to let the evidence do the talking.
Means:
...Let's not get carried away, now, Ms. Cykes. It will not do to have you attempting to discredit my doctrine. Do not force me to rectify this situation.
Athena:
No, go ahead and rectify it! ...Only if I lose and you win, that is!
Cross Examination
-- Prof. Means's Testimony --
Means:
The defendant came to me with what she said was very important, and by necessity, secret.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
I doubt our client would've come to you with something like that.
Means:
You have a point there. If only Prof. Courte had been alive, I suspect Juniper would have gone to her instead.
Athena:
So, our client came to talk to you after Prof. Courte was dead?
Means:
Let's go through this step by step, shall we? First, Juniper came to me that day.
Means:
She asked me to pre-record my speech and come to the audio room during the mock trial.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Are you suggesting it was our client who told you to fake an alibi?
Means:
You have every reason to be surprised. I, too, was shocked when she told me that. Simply put, Juniper has a secret that she wished to protect that badly.
Athena:
(Is he kidding me?! That lie couldn't be further from the truth! The problem is, how am I going to expose it?)
Means:
It was an earnest request from an outstanding student. How could I possibly have refused?
Means:
Juniper confessed to the murder and asked that I get her declared innocent in court.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Did you consider that a threat?
Means:
Yes. But it's now you to whom she has passed her demands on to. Ms. Cykes, you must realize that you, too, are being used by Juniper.
Athena:
What?!
Means:
Your Honor, I ask that you, too, do not let her feigned weakness and innocence fool you. Juniper Woods is quite clever and extremely tough. And, perhaps most important of all, she is a fervent follower of my teachings.
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor! The witness's testimony is nothing but an attack on our client's character!
Judge:
Very well, objection sustained.
Means:
...So be it. Nevertheless, the fact that she threatened me is immutable.
Means:
She also said I'd become an accomplice after losing my alibi due to the pre-recording.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
How could you overlook such a threat? As a teacher, it's your duty to discipline students!
Means:
Yes, well, perhaps I do have some serious reflection to do on this matter. I suppose it was just wishful thinking on my part. I wanted to believe that... ...Juniper hadn't actually committed murder and that she hadn't meant to threaten me.
Judge:
R-Really?! Please do explain!
Means:
Long had I waited for a student who would embody my teachings.
Judge:
D-Does the witness realize what he is saying?!
Means:
Surely you must see the true meaning in my words. I am merely staying true to what I teach. And my methods are but a reflection of the times.
Apollo:
Oh, wow, his way of thinking is really warped, but I haven't heard any inconsistencies yet.
Athena:
...I wouldn't be so sure.
Apollo:
Really?
Athena:
(The more he tries to avoid logical inconsistencies in his testimony... ...the more likely we'll see inconsistencies between his actions and words.)
Means:
It is a dark age in which live [sic]. And there is much I would like to say on the matter.
Means:
But when I said I would protect Juniper, I meant it because it's the humane thing to do.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
You were trying to protect our client? (Yeah, right! He'll say anything to pin the blame on Junie!)
Means:
What a frightful look. I would ask that you not glare at me so. I've nothing but admiration for how Juniper was willing to go as far as to threaten me. That is why I am protecting her by any means possible. She has been a model student.
Athena:
(Liar! You're trying to pin the blame on her! How am I going to show that what he's saying isn't what he's really thinking?)
Means:
You cannot possible [sic] overturn my claims, so isn't it about time you admitted defeat? After all, if my unassailable logic is not truth, then what is?
Athena:
(If he thinks I'm going to give in to his pack of lies, he's got another thing coming! I'm gonna find a hole in his story if it's the last thing I do!)
Present Tape Recorder
Athena:
Leads to:
"So let me get this straight. You were trying to help Ms. Woods?"
Apollo:
Even though he's rotten to the core, he's a total pro. I mean, that all made perfect sense.
Athena:
Yeah, but you can't believe a word he says! (He's making this up as he goes along. He'll trip up on his own words yet! Time to see how consistently the professor's testimony matches up with his actual actions.)
Athena:
So let me get this straight. You were trying to help Ms. Woods? Ha! That's nothing more than a bald-faced lie -- no offense, Your Honor!
Means:
Such defamation of my character and your hair follicles, Your Honor! It is an outrage!
Judge:
Hmm. Ms. Cykes will clarify her statement, but leave my hair follicles out of it this time.
Athena:
Yes, of course, Your Honor. Now, please take a look at this. The witness gave this tape to Mr. O'Conner. Then he slyly whispered, "Take this to the police and tell them you found it."
Means:
There was no whispering, slyly or otherwise involved. I simply did that out of kindness.
Athena:
Athena:
The tape contained our client's voice. In short, it is incredibly damaging evidence. Why would it even exist if the witness wasn't trying to pin the murder on our client?!
Means:
...........
Athena:
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but not yours! You never had good intentions, only lies to protect yourself with while blaming another. You, professor, are the embodiment of the dark age of the law!
Means:
Means:
Wh-Why you little--! You dare call my teachings and methods lies?! Themis Legal Academy is a proud institution! It's the most powerful in the world! You'll never forget what true education and lawyering means once I'm through with you!
Athena:
Huh? Um, Prof. Means? What's with your hair?
Means:
Quiet!!! No talking in class!
Athena:
Ow!
Means [on blackboard]:
Homeroom
October 26
Means:
Eyes and ears up here, everyone! Homeroom is now in session! We will begin with roll call! ...Athena Cykes!
Athena:
Huh? ...Oh, uh, here?
Means:
Apollo Justice!
Apollo:
I'm fine! Er, I mean, here!
Means:
Fool! The proper response is "here" without any extraneous information!
Apollo:
Ouch! I mean... Here!
Means:
Next, Your Honor!
Judge:
Here!
Means:
See, class? That's the proper way to answer! ...Simon Blackquill!
Blackquill:
.........
Means:
I said, Si-mon Black-quill! Are you here or not?!
Blackquill:
.........
Apollo:
There's always one, isn't there?
Means:
Well, then, I'll just mark you absent. Now, get out of my class this instant!
Blackquill:
Get out? Very well, if that is your wish. Who am I to deny my homeroom teacher?
Judge:
I-Is that such a good idea? Prosecutor Blackquill IS free of his shackles...
Blackquill:
Uuuwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! It just so happens I was a member of my high school's Disciplinarian Committee! But is that really so shocking?
Blackquill:
Hmph. Constabulary lapdog to teacher's pet. What a malleable mutt you are, Fool Bright.
Means:
Very good, Bobby! You just earned a gold star and a promotion to Head Disciplinarian! All right, class is now in session!
Apollo:
Argh... Why do I have the sudden urge to go to the nurse's office with a stomachache?
Means [on blackboard]:
Main point: Juniper is the killer. I am innocent!
Means:
Pay attention! I am not the killer! Juniper is! This will be on the next test, so you had better be listening!
Athena:
Athena:
But Professor, you created the phony tape to pin the blame on Juniper. Plus, you were the only one who could've moved the body during the mock trial.
Means:
Means [on blackboard]:
Please note: I was not at school!
Means:
...Athena, you disappoint me so. To think you would label me a murderer! Now, pay attention! The murder occurred on the 23rd between 6:00 and 8:00 PM! But I was already at home by that time! So, how could I have been involved in this crime?!
Athena:
Athena:
Prof. Means, can you really prove you had already gone home by that time?!
Means:
Means:
Can you prove that I was still at school?!
Athena:
......... No... No, I can't.
Means:
Heh heh heh! So you admit it! Well, you just earned extra credit for your honesty! But you have also earned yourself lavatory cleaning duties until you graduate!
Athena:
Eeeeeeeeeeuw! (I do enough of that at the office!)
???:
Newman:
No way, maaaaaaaaaaaan! I totally OBJEEEEEECT!
Athena:
R-Robin?!
Newman:
I can't believe I fell for the professor's silver-tongued lies!
Means:
Why you--! How dare you talk about your teacher like that!
Newman:
I'm not listening to you anymore, maaaaaan! No way, no how! Now, I have a confession to make! You know those two statues that were onstage?! I didn't make 'em all by myseeeeeelf!
Athena:
The statues onstage? (Do I want to know where this is headed?)
Newman:
I was able to finish one of them, but the last bell rang before I had time for the other one. So, I asked Prof. Means to make it for me.
Athena:
In other words, the professor was there on the stage after the last bell?
Newman:
Right. And it would have been way past 7:00 PM before he could've finished.
Judge:
Prof. Means was still at school?! This is... Well, this is incredibly important testimony!
Newman:
The professor told me, "I'll take care of it." I thought my parents would let me be an artist if I said I'd made both statues myself. *sob* I'm sooo sooo sorry for not telling the truth!
Athena:
(Robin...)
Means:
Means:
Quick! Somebody get this juvenile delinquent out of my sight! Simon! You're head honcho among the delinquents. Do something!!! Gyaaaaaaaaaaaah! And who's in charge of the class pet around here?!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Not interested. But if you want a class in swordsmanship, I'm your man. Of course, only real blades will do.
Means [on blackboard]:
No pets allowed in court!
Means:
No swords at school! All weapons will be confiscated! Gyaaaaaaaaaaaah! Nurse! Nurse!!! Where's a school nurse when you need one?!
Blackquill:
It would seem Cykes-dono seeks a showdown, Professor. In which case, you would do well to draw your staff, quick as lightning!
Means [on blackboard]:
I said, no pets allowed!
Means:
Very well. Then I will just have to prove my innocence myself! The real lessons begin in second period. Prepare to be served, old-school style!
Judge:
What does that...? Oh, never mind. Your testimony please.
Witness Testimony
-- Prof. Means's Work of Art --
Means:
Now, pay attention! Robin took over half a day to complete one statue.
I, however, finished most of the other statue between 7:00 and 8:30 PM.
The defendant Juniper saw the two statues with her own eyes at 8:30 PM.
Completing a statue so quickly meant I could not leave the stage for a single second!
How could I have possibly had the time to go to the art room and commit murder?!
Judge:
You're saying the defendant saw the finished statues?
Means:
Precisely. She said so herself at the Detention Center yesterday. Her defense team was there and heard her say so, too. Don't try to deny it now!
Woods:
That evening, I went back to my dressing room to get something I'd forgotten there. It was well after the last bell rang... I'd say, maybe around 8:30. That's when I noticed that both stage statues were finished. They were quite large, and they were each covered with a white sheet, but I could tell.
Athena:
(Oh, right. The professor was there when that matter came up.) ...Before I address the professor's charges, I have a question for Robin. How hard would it be to complete a statue like that in one and a half hours?
Newman:
It would probably take me at least twice as L-O-N-G. So personally, I think it would be incredibly difficult to finish in that short a time.
Athena:
(Gah! That didn't exactly help our case! But he won't get off that easy. He's bound to stumble over his own slippery means!)
Cross Examination
-- Prof. Means's Work of Art --
Means:
Now, pay attention! Robin took over half a day to complete one statue.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Ms. Newman took over half a day? Can you please be a little more precise than that?
Means:
Ah ha ha ha! What a wonderful question! She was having quite a tough time, you see. Prosecutor Gavin's statue alone took her from the morning hours into the evening!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, it is a rather large statue, after all.
Means:
Don't be silly! It merely exposes the difference between student and teacher!
Means:
I, however, finished most of the other statue between 7:00 and 8:30 PM.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Most of the other statue? What exactly does that mean?
Means:
Robin created the basic outline of Mr. Wright's statue before the last bell rang. I, in turn, completed the rest of it.
Athena:
I see. In academics, as well as art, learning the basics is incredibly important. In short, you skipped the most important of part of statue making, didn't you?!
Means:
Means:
Why you insolent little--! It's the practical applications built upon the basics that take so much time! Professors such as I mastered the basics a long, long time ago!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Unlike Miss Fancy Pants here, who lacks all lawyerly fundamentals.
Athena:
Oh, quiet you...
Means:
Now do you understand? I did NOT leave that stage until I was done!
Judge:
Well, Ms. Cykes? Do you accept the witness's claim?
Yes, I accept it
Leads to:
"I've tried everything, but I still can't prove anything!"
Not on your life, buster!
Athena:
No! No, I don't! I know there's more to this, and I won't stop until the truth comes out!
Means:
The more you struggle, the more you sink, like so much legal quicksand, so to speak. I used the world's ultimate technique to complete the statue by 8:30 PM.
Means:
The defendant Juniper saw the two statues with her own eyes at 8:30 PM.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
M-Maybe our client thought she saw the statues.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
A pity for you, but we have already confirmed it with the accused. She is on record as having seen both statues.
Athena:
(Yeah, that's true. Just thought I'd give it a shot.)
Means:
Gah ha ha ha ha! I have the ultimate in courtroom techniques. It is absolutely airtight! I will bury you! This will be your final resting place, along with all who believed in you!
Athena:
(Tsk... Is there no way to get to this guy?!)
Means:
You better pay attention! Pay very close attention!
Means:
Completing a statue so quickly meant I could not leave the stage for a single second!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Why were you in such a hurry?
Means:
Means:
In the legal world, your body is your capital! The early bird gets the worm! That's why I get to bed at 9:00 PM each and every night! And that's why I was working as fast as I could! I didn't want to miss my bedtime!
Athena:
Grr!
Means:
Well? Ready to concede that I never left the stage?!
Judge:
Well, Ms. Cykes? Do you accept the witness's claim?
Yes, I accept it
Leads to:
"I've tried everything, but I still can't prove anything!"
Not on your life, buster!
Athena:
No! No, I don't! I know there's more to this, and I won't stop until the truth comes out!
Apollo:
I'd be careful, Athena. If you don't have anything... ...it's probably best to just grin and bear it for now until you find something to nail him with.
Athena:
B-But...! Argh!
Means:
When will you cease this nonsense? I am quite busy today -- as I was the night of the crime.
Means:
How could I have possibly had the time to go to the art room and commit murder?!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Yeah, but you could've taken a short break or something.
Means:
Preposterous! I didn't even have ten minutes to spare. Not even five for a visit to the lavatory! Let me ask you, Your Honor. Do you find anything wrong with my claim?
Judge:
Hmm... So far, it appears that your statue making was quite a difficult chore. And I see nothing that could overturn your claim that you never left the stage.
Athena:
Grrrrrrr! (But the art room is only a few steps away!)
Apollo:
What's the plan? All I can think of is pressing him like crazy.
Athena:
That's all I can think of, too. We'll just have to seek out a hole to exploit!
After pressing all statements:
Athena:
(I've tried everything, but I still can't prove anything!) Tsk! I guess I... I concede...
Means:
Hm? I couldn't hear you. Say it louder this time.
Athena:
Ugh... I concede that Prof. Means never left the stage.
Means:
Gah hah hah hah hah hah! That's right! But what took you so long?! I was there at the stage the entire time! I couldn't possibly have committed that crime!
Athena:
(I'm not gonna give up here!)
Judge:
I'm afraid I have to side with the witness, Ms. Cykes. And unless you have any further objections, I'll have to put this issue to rest.
Athena:
Athena:
Not yet! The defense... still has an objection!
Apollo:
Athena... You've thought of something?
Athena:
...Well, as I said, not yet!
Apollo:
Oh, so it's time for legal smoke and mirrors?
Athena:
(Not yet, Athena. It's not yet time to quit! It's at times like these, when it seems like there's no way out, that you have to... Yeah! I have to turn the case upside down! Instead of focusing on whether Prof. Means could've gone to the art room... I should focus on how he could commit murder without going there!)
Means:
It seems our young lady has a real bona fide idea! I must use any means possible to distract her! See if she can think while I cast these stones! Aaagh! Who brought the bird to school?!
Blackquill:
Cykes-dono, if I hear one word of your usual jibber-jabber, I shall have your head! The murder occurred in the art room, yet the witness was on the stage. How do you propose to fill the vast gap between these two key facts?
Athena:
(If I accept the premise that the professor was on the stage the entire time... ...the only other answer is that we got something else wrong... Wait... That's it! Every last one of us made a huge mistake! We were totally wrong about the...)
Suspect
Athena:
We got something seriously wrong. In short, we should've never suspected Prof. Means. He isn't the killer.
Judge:
Hmm... If that's the case... ...then we're back to the defendant, as there are no other suspects!
Athena:
Nooooooooo!
Leads back to:
"If I accept the premise that the professor was on the stage the entire time..."
Murder weapon
Athena:
What if we got the murder weapon wrong?
Means:
Really, now? And what do you intend to label the murder weapon, then?
Athena:
Huh? Oh, uh... um...
Means:
Perhaps YOU bludgeoned the victim to death with your duller than dull thinking!
Judge:
Hmm... I'll give you a choice this time. Either change your thinking or suffer a penalty.
Athena:
But I know we got something wrong! So I guess I'll have the penalty...
Leads back to:
"If I accept the premise that the professor was on the stage the entire time..."
Crime scene
Leads to:
"If Prof. Means was on the stage the entire time..."
Athena:
If Prof. Means was on the stage the entire time... ...then he must be the killer!
Means:
Means:
Ridiculous! The defense has become utterly incoherent.
Athena:
Athena:
No. It's just, the murder wasn't committed where we thought it was.
Blackquill:
.........Continue, Cykes-dono.
Athena:
Okay. The murder was actually committed here!
Present Stage
Athena:
Leads to:
"The greatest riddle of this case has been how the body was moved from the art room."
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Athena:
The murder was committed here!
Means:
Care to explain how I got there and how I moved the body?
Athena:
Of course. But we'll all have to think this over together!
Judge:
...No, that task is for you and you alone, as is this penalty.
Athena:
Aaaaaagh! S-So the location we're looking for didn't require the professor or the body to move...
Judge:
Hmm... but is there really such a place?
Leads back to:
"Okay. The murder was actually committed here!"
Athena:
The greatest riddle of this case has been how the body was moved from the art room. But if the murder occurred on the stage, that means the body was never moved at all.
Means:
Means [on blackboard]:
The murder occurred in the art room!
Means:
Silly girl! When the body was found, there wasn't a drop of blood on the stage floor! Surely there would have been some blood if that's where the murder was committed!
Athena:
(There wasn't any blood on the stage? Really? But there WAS something at the stage at the time of the murder that's now bloodstained.)
Present School Banner
Athena:
Leads to:
"It's true, there were no bloodstains on the stage floor."
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
Prof. Means, maybe this piece of evidence will get rid of that glib attitude of yours.
Means:
.........
Athena:
Heh heh heh. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue.
Means:
Means:
Don't be ridiculous! It's your stupidity that has shocked me into silence!
Judge:
...I'd say that about sums it up.
Athena:
Noooooo!
Leads back to:
"But there WAS something at the stage at the time of the murder that's now bloodstained."
Athena:
It's true, there were no bloodstains on the stage floor. But there WAS something on the stage that did have a bloodstain. And that would be this: this school banner. No blood would've gotten on the floor if this were under the victim when she was killed!
Judge:
Oh, my! That's quite a compelling theory!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Athena:
What is it noooooooow?! (My theory makes perfect sense!)
Blackquill:
That was a pathetic attempt. You must put every inch of your body into your attacks. The autopsy states the cause of death was loss of blood. Yet only a trace amount was found upon that banner. Where did the rest go? Blood getting on there when the body was moved by wire makes more sense than not.
Means:
Gah ha ha ha! Very good, Simon! Tell me, what's your first choice for higher education? I'll write you the ultimate in recommendation letters! You're all but guaranteed to get in!
Athena:
Athena:
Actually, the defense has something to explain that, as well.
Means:
Y-You do?!
Athena:
(If there was only a trace amount of blood on the school banner... ...then there must've been something else the killer used to soak up the blood. All I have to do is figure out what!) This is what soaked up most of the victim's blood!
Present Gavinners Banner
Athena:
Leads to:
"Why, it looks like there's some other piece of fabric on top of the school banner!"
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Athena:
We should focus on this right here!
Judge:
Where exactly do you mean?
Athena:
Right here. Can't you see it? It looks kind of like a smudge or something.
Judge:
Let's see here... Wait a second! It doesn't just look like a smudge, it IS a smudge!
Athena:
Eeeeek! (But a smudge is a smudge, right...? There must've been tons of blood, but there was only a little bit on the school banner. The only other thing that could've soaked up all that blood besides the school banner is...)
Leads back to:
"This is what soaked up most of the victim's blood!"
Judge:
Why, it looks like there's some other piece of fabric on top of the school banner!
Athena:
It's the Gavinners banner that had been specially made for the school concert. Since it's on top of the school banner, the blood would have hit it first. It could have easily absorbed most of the blood, like a dishcloth... ...and only a small amount would've soaked through to the school banner below. So, it makes total sense for the school banner to only have a little blood on it!
Means:
...Argh! Hrrrgh!
Judge:
So, that banner absorbed the blood like a dishcloth! Yes, that would explain it!
Apollo:
The Gavinners banner was like a dishcloth...? Surely it was at least towel quality...
Means:
Means:
Simon! Don't just stand there! Do something!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Cykes-dono, you are learning to wield a blade quite well. But how will you respond when I come slashing at you like this? The remnant of a large bloodstain was detected in the art room. But why would there be blood there if the murder occurred on the stage as you claim?
Athena:
Athena:
The bloodstain in the art room was faked. How? I'll tell you how. All that was needed was something that could transport the blood upstairs. And that something was... a piece of evidence we've just finished discussing! The killer used this to bring the victim's blood up to the art room!
Present Burnt Fragments
Athena:
Leads to:
"To think you'd stoop so low as to present mere garbage to this court."
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
The killer could've used this to transport the victim's blood!
Judge:
You don't say. Care to explain how that would be possible?
Athena:
Your Honor. Nothing is impossible, if you put your mind to it. Besides, all you need is...
Means:
Means:
Far-fetched arguments like that have no place in a court of law.
Athena:
Well, it was worth a try.
Judge:
No, it wasn't.
Athena:
Eeeeeeek! (Ugh... I guess it really wasn't.)
Leads back to:
"The bloodstain in the art room was faked. How? I'll tell you how."
Means:
To think you'd stoop so low as to present mere garbage to this court.
Athena:
It's only garbage because someone tried to destroy it by tossing it in the incinerator. That someone was most likely the killer seeking to get rid of crucial evidence. The killer used the wire to bring the blood-soaked Gavinners's banner to the art room. Then, the blood was wiped onto the floor to complete the ruse! It makes perfect sense!
Means:
Gah... Gwaaah!
Judge:
Order! Order! This is quite a development! To think the body was never actually moved!
Means:
Means:
Hold it right there! The body must have been moved! How else do you explain that loud crash you heard during the mock trial?! If it wasn't caused by the body crashing into the statues, then what was it?
Athena:
Ugh... I hadn't thought of that. If that loud crash wasn't the body hitting the statues... ...then what was it indeed? (The knot in the school banner shows that something was carried along the wire in it. So if that's true, I know what I have to find! Something that was in the art room before the murder and on the stage after! The object that was sent down the wire to crash into the statues was...)
Present Lady Justice
Athena:
Leads to:
"Aaaaagh! Th-That statue?!"
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
How about this piece of evidence?
Means:
Well, I can't say I dislike it, but... How about you, Your Honor?
Judge:
Hmm... My preferences aside, it gets a failing grade as an answer to the issue at hand.
Athena:
Nooooooooo! (Can I request a retake?)
Leads back to:
"Ugh... I hadn't thought of that. If that loud crash wasn't the body hitting the statues..."
Means:
Aaaaagh! Th-That statue?!
Athena:
Yes, I believe it was this statue that broke the other two, not Prof. Courte's body. The unique statue you see on the right, that's the pure white Lady Justice from earlier. Prof. Courte accidently [sic] broke it while she was polishing it the day before the mock trial. But she used her own unique artistic sense and technique to repair it as you see here. Nobody would have guessed that it was originally Lady Justice.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Perhaps you are on to something. But why, pray tell, would anyone move that scrapheap relic in such a tedious manner?
Means:
Excellent question, Simon! Keep them coming!
Athena:
You know why. But the fact that you won't acknowledge it, shows how twisted you are. Lady Justice was moved during the mock trial. During that time, Prof. Means was fabricating an alibi with his pre-recorded speech. If we consider the facts, then Lady Justice was moved in order to...
Hide the body
Athena:
Prof. Means was trying to hide the body! That's the only explanation!
Judge:
Really? But by moving Lady Justice, he actually led you straight to it.
Athena:
Th-There's always two sides to a story, and the truth is not always what it seems.
Judge:
Well, Ms. Cykes, this much, at least, is true. You've just earned yourself a penalty.
Athena:
Eeeeeek! (Ugh. Think, Athena think. Why was Lady Justice moved? Try to remember everything that happened.)
Leads back to:
"Lady Justice was moved during the mock trial."
Point us to the body
Leads to:
"Prof. Means used his pre-recorded speech to fake an alibi during the mock trial."
Interrupt the mock trial
Athena:
Prof. Means was trying to interrupt the mock trial. That must be the answer!
Judge:
Hmm... Then let me ask this. Why would the professor want to interrupt the mock trial?
Athena:
I object, Your Honor! I object to how you always ask people questions like that! You should try thinking for yourself once in a while!
Judge:
Oh, I just had a thought! It involves a penalty for a certain smart-alecky defense attorney.
Athena:
Aaaaaagh! (Ugh... The issue here is the moving of the Lady Justice statue. I need to focus on that.)
Leads back to:
"Lady Justice was moved during the mock trial."
Athena:
Prof. Means used his pre-recorded speech to fake an alibi during the mock trial. He wanted to make it look like he couldn't possibly have moved the body. Moving Lady Justice was his way of pointing us to the body and cementing his alibi.
Means:
Gaaah!
Judge:
That's quite a persuasive argument. For a while there. I thought you weren't taking the trial seriously. Well done!
Means:
Means:
Heh heh heh heh! You should never underestimate me, Athena Cykes! Prof. Means always means what he says and says what he means by all means!
Athena:
Fine, then. Say it already. I'm waiting...
Means:
The murder occurred the night before, but the body wasn't found until late the next day. Countless students passed the stage till they met in the Lecture Hall for the mock trial.
Means [on blackboard]:
The body would absolutely be found.
Means:
So, answer me this -- why didn't anyone see the body that entire time?
Athena:
...That can be explained by, uh... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Blackquill:
If the victim was murdered on the stage and left there... ...the body would inevitably have been discovered. And, of course, there was nowhere to hide a body upon that stage.
Apollo:
This is not good, Athena! Our claim is this close to being beaten to a pulp.
Athena:
I know... (But we've come so far...)
Means:
Gah ha ha ha ha! Consider yourself schooled! I couldn't have possibly killed anyone! The killer is none other than Juniper Woods! It always has been and it always will be!
Athena:
Arrrgh... J-J-Just wait a minute...!
Means:
Poor Juniper. She must seriously regret having asked you to defend her.
Athena:
Ugh!
Means:
And to add insult to injury, you nearly had Hugh convicted for murder. Surely, you haven't forgotten that little fiasco?!
Athena:
Aaaaaagh!
Means [on blackboard]:
Athena Cykes's attorney's badge is just for show!
Means:
Not only did you fail to defend your client, you also raised false charges against her friend. You have no right to call yourself a lawyer!
Athena:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Means:
But if this trial proceeds in the same manner and ends in the same way as the mock trial... ...would you not lose everything you've worked so hard to gain?
Athena:
Well, I'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen, then, won't I!
Athena:
(Don't tell me I've failed once again -- failed to save someone near and dear to me... I've worked so hard to become a lawyer, and even studied psychology. Has it all been for naught? Am I just doomed to relive that all over again?!) Unnghh...! A... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Apollo:
A-Athena! Wh-What's wrong?!
Athena:
Breathe in... Breathe out... Breathe in... (Relax, Athena, breathe...!)
(It's not working... Everything's going... dark. After all I've done, is this how it ends? Forgive me, Junie. I couldn't protect you like I said I would.)
???:
Newman:
YOU LEAVE ATHENA ALONE, MAAAAAAN! SHE'S THE ONE WHO SAVED MEEEEEE! It was because of Athena that I could stop hiding and start living my life as a girl again. And she saved the friendship between Hugh, Juniper, and I! I think you're an awesome lawyer, Athena. One of the best!
B-But, I raised false charges against Hugh! And that's not all... I've done some seriously unforgivable things.
???:
O'Conner:
Heh. What's the big deal? False charges are nothing to be scared of. And I'm not even mad at you -- I should really be thanking you. You used legitimate means... ...to expose my wrongdoings and give me a chance to reexamine what's important.
But... but what does it matter if I can't save Juniper?! I mean, the whole reason I've come so far is--!
???:
Woods:
It's not over yet, Thena. Even now at this very moment, I still believe in you!
Athena:
J-Junie...
Woods:
I know you better than most people, Thena. And I know you'd never surrender to the dark age of the law like the professor did!
Athena:
Thank you, Junie. But I feel like I can barely breathe. I don't know what to do.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Stop your bleating this instant. You look an utter fool.
Athena:
Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
There is one who awaits you, is there not? And that is the reason you have studied so very hard. Are you prepared to give up on all you have worked for thus far?! It would not do to have you disappoint you-know-who!
Athena:
I... I...!
Means:
Means:
Gah ha ha ha ha ha! You're wasting your time! You have nothing on me! No evidence or anything else to establish my guilt! You are helpless before the might of lawyers for whom the ends justifies the means!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Don't worry, Athena, you're doing fine. The truth will always wins [sic] against people like him.
Athena:
B-But, Apollo, what am I supposed to do now?
Apollo:
Listen, all you have to do is take a deep breath and look back over the entire case. If there's truth to be found -- and there always is -- you're sure to find it. Now, let me see you smile. Remember what Mr. Wright said? The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles.
Athena:
.........
......... ...Thanks, everyone... You don't have to worry about me now! The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles.
Athena:
Athena Cykes is psyched and ready to rock. Prepare for your utter defeat!
Athena:
Prof. Courte wasn't killed in the art room. She was killed right where her body was found. We know because there wasn't any time to move the body there from somewhere else. That means the body had to have been hidden somewhere onstage until it was found. Let's think along these lines and see where it takes us. First up... When did Prof. Means remove the body from its hiding place? Well, let's see. What was he doing right before the body was discovered? He was using the span of time his fake alibi created... ...to move the body to where it would be more easily spotted. Therefore, the only time Prof. Means could've removed the body from its hiding place is...
Before the mock trial
Athena:
Before the mock trial? No, that can't be it. Hugh testified that he'd seen the body before the mock trial... ...but it turned out he was lying to protect Junie. The appearance of the body has to coincide with the time covered by the professor's alibi.
Leads back to:
"Therefore, the only time Prof. Means could've removed the body from its hiding place is..."
During the mock trial
Leads to:
"The body was moved during the mock trial"
After the mock trial
Athena:
After the mock trial? No, that can't be right. We saw the body before the mock trial even ended. The when and why Prof. Means fabricated his alibi is key here.
Leads back to:
"Therefore, the only time Prof. Means could've removed the body from its hiding place is..."
The body was moved during the mock trial
Athena:
It was during the mock trial, specifically...
During the speech
Leads to:
"The body was moved during the speech"
While Junie wasn't there
Athena:
No, Junie was in charge of the audio, so she would've left the Lecture Hall many times. There's no way to know which of those times to focus on. There's got to be some other way to pinpoint the timing of the professor's actions.
Leads back to:
"It was during the mock trial, specifically..."
The body was moved during the speech
Athena:
Prof. Means moved the body to an easily seen location during his long, pre-recorded speech. The professor also moved something to the stage that wasn't there before, specifically...
The body
Athena:
Wait, we already have a body. Why would there be another one? After all, there was only one victim -- Prof. Courte. And she was already sprawled out on the stage. In that case...
Leads back to:
"The professor also moved something to the stage that wasn't there before, specifically..."
The gold statue
Athena:
The gold Lady Justice! ...Wait, that one was in the Lecture Hall. It has nothing to do with the stage. I'd better rethink this. It was during his speech that the professor moved the body to where it could be found.
Leads back to:
"The professor also moved something to the stage that wasn't there before, specifically..."
The white statue
Leads to:
"The white Lady Justice was also moved"
The white Lady Justice was also moved
Athena:
During the mock trial, Prof. Means wrapped the white Lady Justice in the school banner... ...and sent it zipping down to the stage with a crash, killing two birds with one stone! He drew attention to the body and made it look like the murder occurred in the art room! But was there anywhere to hide a body on that stage? It doesn't seem likely... ...No, there had to be someplace! .........! Wait a second! How about something that should've been finished but was only mostly done? Something was used to cover the body up... ...but it didn't draw undue attention because it looked like it belonged there onstage. In that way, no one would suspect there was a body hidden inside! What was already on the stage and capable of concealing a body?
The school banner
Athena:
If the body had been wrapped in the school banner... No, that wouldn't work. Someone would've easily noticed something like that. It had to be something where you couldn't tell there was a body inside.
Leads back to:
"What was already on the stage and capable of concealing a body?"
The Wright statue
Leads to:
"THE BODY WAS HIDDEN BY WRIGHT'S STATUE"
The Gavin statue
Athena:
Inside the Prosecutor Gavin statue...? No, that wouldn't work. Robin made the Gavin statue herself, from start to finish. And there wouldn't have been enough space to hide a body in there anyway.
Leads back to:
"What was already on the stage and capable of concealing a body?"
THE BODY WAS HIDDEN BY WRIGHT'S STATUE
Athena:
Oh, I know! The Mr. Wright statue was never actually finished! The body was wrapped under some cloth to hide what was really inside... ...cleverly disguising it as the boss's statue!
Athena:
Ms. Newman gave up on the Wright statue, yet Prof. Means finished it in a single night.
Judge:
Yes, what an impressive feat that was!
Athena:
Athena:
No, his so-called work of art deserves none of our praise. That's because it was only a façade to hide his real work -- the murder of Prof. Courte!
Judge:
Come again? I'm afraid I don't follow.
Athena:
He hid the body by making it look like the statue of Mr. Wright. With the body wrapped under a piece of cloth, it looked just like a statue!
Judge:
WH-WH-WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Apollo:
I second that "Whaaaaaaaaaat?!"!
Blackquill:
...Hmph! Now, this is getting interesting!
Means:
Means:
N-No! This is getting preposterous! H-H-How would such a thing even be possible?!
Athena:
Athena:
We'll never know until we try!
Apollo:
Uh-oh... I think I know where this is going.
Athena:
Okay, Apollo! Time to turn me into a reasonable likeness of Mr. Wright! I'm going to pose like the statue, like so... And now I want you to wrap me up in a cloth so that I look like a statue!
Apollo:
Um... I hate to ask the obvious, but where am I supposed to get this magical cloth?
Judge:
I'm afraid that isn't the right color, Mr. Justice...
Apollo:
Well, given how sudden the request was, it's kinda the best I could do, Your Honor... All right, I think that about does it!
Athena:
Well, what do you think, everyone?! Do I look just like a statue of Mr. Wright or what?!
Man:
-- Looks like some random person to me.-- Weren't the statues a pair of busts?
Woman:
-- Phoenix Wright has that spiky hair on the back of his head.
Athena:
Forget the hair. The statue's head is way bigger than your average person's anyway! (You gotta hand it to me for trying, anyway. ...Wait, that's it! The hands!)
Athena:
Umm... Her arms are raised over her head and there are dark bruises around her wrists.
Phoenix:
Yeah. The professor was probably tied up with something.
Athena:
(The marks on her wristed [sic] indicated she'd been tied up!) Apollo, tie me up in a new pose! ...Wait, you're not into this kind of thing, are you?
Apollo:
What? No! Besides, it was your idea! ...Just tell me how to tie your hands, already!
Athena:
Prof. Courte's wrists were tied together, and I can't help but think that's related! (How should I arrange myself to match the shape I want, given her hands were tied?)
In an "Objection!" pose
Athena:
Tie both of my hands in an "Objection!" pose!
Apollo:
You sure? What about the spiky hair on the back of the head?
Athena:
Ooh, I know! The boss is right there! Go pull some out and you can glue it on!
Apollo:
Okay, I'm on it!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ouch! Ouch!!! What do you think you're doing, Apollo!!!
Apollo:
S-Sorry, Athena. I... I couldn't do it!
Athena:
Tsk, don't be such a wimp!
Judge:
Aww.. How unfortunate. And I was so looking forward to seeing where that was headed.
Athena:
It's all Apollo's fault! (Guess I'd better think of something else.)
Leads back to:
"How should I arrange myself to match the shape I want, given her hands were tied?"
Behind my head
Leads to:
"Apollo, tie both of my hands behind my head!"
Behind my back
Athena:
How about trying my hands behind my back?
Apollo:
You sure? What about the spiky hair on the back of the head?
Athena:
I don't have this massively long hair for nothing! Just use some superglue to bond it into place!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Fool! You shall ruin your hair. Lucky for you, no such glue residue was found on the victim.
Athena:
Huh? ...Oh! When you're right, you're right!
Judge:
Whew... You had me all worried for nothing.
Athena:
Nothing? Y-You mean...... (Umm... If the body stayed in the same pose until it was discovered... ...then I really just need to think how it could look like the boss's hair.)
Leads back to:
"How should I arrange myself to match the shape I want, given her hands were tied?"
Athena:
Apollo, tie both of my hands behind my head!
Athena:
See! This makes it possible to fake the spikes on the back of Mr. Wright's head!
Apollo:
Sure, but then what about the statue's arm? With both arms behind your head, you can't exactly complete the pose...
Athena:
(Yeah, it would be awfully hard to make the objection pose like this...)
Apollo:
Hmm... I can't help thinking you've forgotten something, Athena. Something on the body that you don't have right now...
Athena:
(What did the victim's body have that I don't?)
Present Arrow
Athena:
Leads to:
"Oh, right! There was an arrow sticking out of her side!"
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
I know what I'm missing! ...This!
Means:
Means:
I don't think so, Ms. Cykes! But there are plenty of things you do lack. For example... ...good judgment, intellect, analytical ability... Oh, and restraint, modesty, and integrity.
Athena:
Ouch! (Way to kick a girl when she's tied up!)
Judge:
You're certainly not the lawyerly ideal I'd like to present to my grandchild.
Athena:
Double ouch! (Now that's really piling it on! Oh, well, let's think that over again. How did the body look when we found it?)
Leads back to:
"What did the victim's body have that I don't?"
Athena:
Oh, right! There was an arrow sticking out of her side! Okay, Apollo, take that and plunge it into my side!
Apollo:
Wh-What are you crazy?!
Athena:
Fine, then go get some duct tape! Rapido, schnell!
Apollo:
All right, all right! I don't need to know other languages to know "bossy" when I hear it.
Athena:
The fatal arrow to the side! Spiky hair created from two hands! A masterpiece in the making! Now, cover me with that cloth! But remember to make the arrow stand out, okay?!
Woman:
-- Mommy, the arm's too short!-- Shhh. Remember your indoor voice, dear.
Apollo:
Nobody's buying it! The arrow's nowhere near long enough!
Athena:
B-B-But! (What else could you use for the arm?)
Means:
Still won't give up, eh? I must commend you, if only for your spirit and determination.
Judge:
Of course she's not giving up! After all she's put me through, she owes me an explanation -- and one that makes sense! Now, disappoint me again and the penalty will be doubly painful!
Athena:
Yikes! I guess I'd better get it right this time! (Think, Athena, think! Prof. Courte was murdered when she stopped by the stage to see Prof. Means. If it wasn't premeditated, he must've used something close at hand in his little ruse.) ...Apollo. Show me those stage set up photos again.
Apollo:
Like that? Right now??? O-Okay, hold on!
Athena:
(Please, please, please... Please be in this photo! It just has to be!) The arm on the Mr. Wright statue is really this right here!
Present Means' staff
Athena:
Leads to:
"Got it! I know what he used for the arm on the statue of Mr. Wright!"
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Athena:
Look at this! This makes an even better arm than Mr. Wright's own appendage!
Judge:
Th-This right here?
Apollo:
Mr. Wright's not gonna like this.
Athena:
Ugh! ...Um, never mind. I retract my previous statement.
Judge:
That's all very well and good, but I won't retract your penalty.
Athena:
Sacré bleu! (Something longer than an arrow that pierced her body... It must be here somewhere.) Arrrgh! What could it be?!
Leads back to:
"The arm on the Mr. Wright statue is really this right here!"
Athena:
Got it! I know what he used for the arm on the statue of Mr. Wright!
Means:
This is absurd! There is no such thing in this photo!
Athena:
Heh heh heh. Don't play dumb with me, Professor. It's the staff you have right there!
Means:
S-Staff?! This is the spear of a great legal warrior!
Athena:
Whatever, just hurry up and lend it to me! The length is perfect! Mr. Wright couldn't possibly object to such an awesome arm! Okay, go for it, Apollo!
Apollo:
Sure, I'll give your arm a hand! Cloth and binding coming right up!
Athena:
Athena:
.........
Judge:
.........
Blackquill:
.........
Woman:
-- It's Phoenix Wright!-- Look, it's that famous lawyer!
Man:
-- That's definitely him.-- I'd know that pose anywhere!
Apollo:
We did it! ...Didn't we?
Athena:
Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Well?! Am I not the spitting image of the legendary Phoenix Wright?! The man who will bring us out of these dark ages and into an era of brilliant golden light!
Blackquill:
Golden light? All I see before me......... is the pink specter of a man!
Athena:
Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's just because Mr. Wright likes his statue! He's positively tickled pink! Get it, Apollo? He's tickled pink!
Apollo:
Blah, that joke deserves a pink slip.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems the gallery is quite impressed with the defense's sharp thinking. And the witness?!
Means:
Bah... The resemblance is nothing more than a coincidence.
Athena:
Athena:
Not so fast there, buster! Unfortunately for you, I can prove my theory to be more than mere coincidence! (To prove that his spear was thrust into the victim, all I have to do is...)
Examine the spear for prints
Athena:
Let's examine the spear for prints! That'll settle this whole mess!
Judge:
Hmm? And just what do you hope to prove? And whose prints are you hoping to find?
Athena:
Prof. Mea--
Judge:
Well, of course you'd find Prof. Means's prints! It is his spear, after all.
Athena:
Okay, then, the vic--
Means:
The victim's prints would be there, too. I had her do repair work on it a number of times.
Athena:
...Your Honor. A penalty, please.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, at least your sense of justice is still intact.
Athena:
It still hurts, you know!
Leads back to:
"To prove that his spear was thrust into the victim, all I have to do is..."
See if it's a staff or spear
Athena:
That spear might actually be a staff!
Means:
Bah! You know nothing, little girl.
Athena:
What's that supposed to mean?!
Means:
Spears are far more dashing than staves!
Judge:
While this is all very interesting, it has little, if anything, to do with the issue at hand.
Athena:
Eeeek!
Leads back to:
"To prove that his spear was thrust into the victim, all I have to do is..."
Test the spear for blood
Leads to:
"We had assumed the victim's jagged wound came from the arrow being forcibly shoved in."
Athena:
We had assumed the victim's jagged wound came from the arrow being forcibly shoved in. But if the wound was from this spear instead... ...then we should be able to detect traces of the victim's blood on it!
Means:
Ack... Arrrrrgh... Your Honor, a b-brief recess, if you will! By any means possible. What if I get rid of my spear... Wait, what if I burn it...?!
Means [on blackboard]:
What's wrong with a non-guilty verdict?!
Means:
If I do that I'll be found innocent... Yes, I'm innocent I tell you!
Athena:
Athena:
Hmph. Surely you don't expect us to take lectures from you now? Now, I ask you in the gallery! Help me decide the professor's fate!
Means [on blackboard]:
Bathroom detail
Retake bar exam
30% salary cut
Dismissal
G
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill, what has become of our witness, Aristotle Means?
Blackquill:
It is as Cykes-dono suspected. Blood was detected on his staff. He has admitted to this heinous crime. All of it. He shall join us in the clink tomorrow. His teaching skills can be put to good use there.
Apollo:
Great. He'll teach felons that the end justifies the means. So much for rehabilitation.
Athena:
Can I ask what the professor's motive was?
Blackquill:
...Hmph. I could barely make out a word he said on account of his shattered teeth.
Athena:
(One of Blackquill's fellow inmates was once a surgeon. Why not a former dentist, too?)
Blackquill:
I eventually had him put pen to paper. It turns out, Prof. Means was the one taking bribes. The victim has suspected him after a report from the class snitch. That led her to question him at length the day of the killing -- right there on that stage. The result? The heinous crime that was brought before this court. The fool, like Newman, had come to know of the script's contents via the victim's note. It seems he came up with a plan to stab the victim with her own awl in order to... ...make the killing look like the one in the script and thus frame the defendant.
Athena:
But that scrap of paper with Hugh's name had the same mark as Prof. Courte's planner--
Blackquill:
Yes, about that... Those planners are bestowed upon all students graduating at the top of their class.
Athena:
Really?! So, then...
Blackquill:
Indeed. Once upon a time, Prof. Means was also awarded the same notebook. The handwriting is being analyzed now, but like as not, the scrap belonged to him. This too, was evidence of the bribery scheme that the victim had obtained. Know that Constance Courte was clean and that only Aristotle Means took the bribes.
Judge:
Hmm... To think a professor would murder a colleague, then try to pin it on a student. If this is the dark age of the law, then we can only hope that a brighter future awaits. And the first step is to hand down my verdict for a promising young lady. This court finds the defendant, Juniper Woods...
Woods:
.........
Not Guilty
Judge:
I wish you all the best on your road to becoming a courtroom judge. We will need young people like you... ...if we ever hope to restore the law to its former glory.
Woods:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! I'll work as hard as I can. Maybe, one day, I'll be able to work with all of you to make a difference!
Blackquill:
Proudly serve Prof. Courte's memory. Do not let her death be in vain.
Athena:
(That's the last thing I expect to hear from him today...)
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
October 26
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Woods:
Thank you, Thena! I really mean it!
Athena:
Ha ha ha ha ha! It was nothing, really! I can take the biggest tangled mess of a case and unravel it just like that!
Apollo:
I dunno... You looked pretty wound up there at the end -- literally and figuratively!
Athena:
You look pretty hungry for a knuckle sandwich, buster!
Woods:
I... I wanted to thank you, too, Apollo.
Apollo:
Ah ha ha. Don't mention it.
Woods:
The way you were always there for Thena when she was in a bind... And at the Detention Center, when your smile gave me hope when there was none... It was like the warm rays of the sun shining down on peaceful woodlands. I think you're an absolutely amazing person!
Apollo:
Thanks, Juniper. That means a lot to me. But I still have lots of work to do! And I can't wait until we see you on the judge's bench!
Woods:
Ha ha ha ha! I promise you I'll get there someday! That's why until that day, I'll... I'll--
Trucy:
Guys, I've got some big news! I mean, this is huge! ...Oh, am I interrupting something?
Athena:
N-No no, it's okay... I think. So, what's the big news?
Trucy:
The school festival! It was supposed to have been canceled after what happened, but...
Phoenix:
...We just got a call. In memory of Prof. Constance Courte, who worked so hard to make it happen... ...the festival is being extended one extra day until tomorrow.
Athena:
Really?! All right!
Anime cutscene
Crowd:
YEAH!!!
Klavier:
We've got a special treat for all of you. A love letter for Themis Legal Academy. Achtung, baby. It's time for The Guitar's Serenade.
October 27
Themis Legal Academy - 3F Lecture Hall
Athena:
Wow, that what [sic] SO much fun! School festivals are amazing!!!
Woods:
Tee hee hee. I think you and Robin are getting a little carried away.
Newman:
Aaaaaah! Your singing voice, Juniper! It could melt my H-E-A-R-T!
O'Conner:
...Mr. Wright. Thank you for that training seminar.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. Just remember, the "Objection!" pose is all about attitude. Oh, and congrats on your mock trial win. Although, Robin had you for a while there.
Newman:
I did, didn't I! But I'm just glad we're back to how we used to be, thanks to Athena. And you know what? I think I'll stick with become a prosecutor after all. I'm going to make up for my mock trial loss by winning the real deals in court!
Athena:
(Mock trial loss? What loss? Wait. Did they reprise the trial and Hugh won?!)
Athena:
"Level-headed lawyer course genius and hot-blooded prosecutor course student... ...will go head to head in a mock trial battle for the she-devil's black heart!"
Athena:
(So... does this mean it's really gonna happen?)
O'Conner:
.........J-J-Juniper! There's something I've been wanting to say to you!
Woods:
Huh...?
Trucy:
Oooooh! Is he going to do what I think he is?!
O'Conner:
J-Juniper... Can we still be friends? You know, best friends like we've always been?
Athena:
Huh? Best friends...? Hugh, weren't you going to profess your love for Juniper if you won the mock trial?
O'Conner:
No, I was going to confess... ...that I'm not a genius, and that I'm really twenty-five years old. But you already dragged it out of me during the trial.
Athena:
Whoops!
Woods:
Listen, Hugh. You, too, Robin, Myriam.
Scuttlebutt:
M-Me, too?
Athena:
(Myriam's got this tactical espionage action stuff down to a science...)
Woods:
...I've been thinking. It's up to us to put an end to the dark age of the law if we can. Let's all work together to usher in a new age where winning only results from the truth... ...and the end never justifies the means.
Newman:
Count me in!
O'Conner:
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Scuttlebutt:
Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss!
Apollo:
Best friends forever, huh... No matter what anyone says, nothing beats true friendship.
Athena:
You bet! And what about your BFF, Apollo?
Apollo:
Aren't you a bit old to be using that word? But yeah, he's the best friend a guy could have. Which reminds me, we're supposed to meet up and gossip about the new girl in the office.
Athena:
Hey! No talking about me behind my back! ...So, what kind of guy is he, anyway?
Apollo:
Well... If I had to describe him in one word...
Athena:
And so, after some slight arm-twisting, Apollo promised to bring me to meet his friend. Unfortunately, that promise was never meant to be fulfilled. For not long after, their friendship was mercilessly severed by Fate... ...and the bonds between us began to fray and unravel as well.
"Sorry, but I'll be taking a leave of absence."
Athena:
Even now, those words continue to ring in my ears. The discord in our ever-cheerful Apollo's voice made him sound so cold... and distant. Why, Apollo? Why? Why would you leave us all behind?
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Athena:
Athena:
That statement contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
It does? And how would that be?
Athena:
J-Just look at it! It's one huge contradiction!
Judge:
...I see. The defense is simply making another baseless assertion.
Athena:
Eeeeeek! (Crash and burn!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor, Members of the Court, please look at this. That's right. There's no need to explain anything. This piece of evidence says it all.
Judge:
All that says to me is you're completely wrong.
Athena:
Aaaaahhh! (I guess that won't fly.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Athena:
Athena:
This piece of evidence clearly reveals the inconsistency in the witness's testimony!
Judge:
I've been doing this for far too long to be fooled by such nonsense.
Athena:
Ugh! (And I really tried hard that time, too.) Your Honor, can I at least get credit for trying?
Judge:
Very well, I hereby award Ms. Cykes the court's "Wasted Effort" award.
Athena:
Noooooo!
Widget:
Where's the love?
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Apollo:
You mind letting your slightly senior partner help out a little now?
Athena:
...If you insist. (Actually, I could really use the help.) 
Apollo:
Well, I find this statement suspicious. You should find the answer if you take a good look at the evidence.
Athena:
Th-Thanks, Apollo! 
Apollo:
I could get used this [sic] more humble version of you, you know.
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Apollo:
You okay, Athena? You can tell me if something's bothering you.
Athena:
N-No, I'm totally fine! (Actually, I'm not anywhere near fine.) 
Apollo:
The thing with cross-examinations is the answer you need isn't always obvious. You have to dig deep to find clues hidden in the testimony. Really wrestle with it.
Athena:
Oh, so it's like grabbing a bull by the horns and wrestling it to the ground!
Apollo:
Well, try not to take it so literally. Just stick with pressing the witness.
Athena:
Th-Thanks, Apollo! (Okay, let's give it a try!)
Probe wrong area (during Mood Matrix segment "Hugh's Confession")
Athena:
Got it!
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, this is what you're happy about!
O'Conner:
Happy? What are you talking about? I'm confessing to murder here. To call the grief I feel at the severity of my crime happiness is insanity beyond mine.
Athena:
Oh, uh... Guess I got that one wrong.
O'Conner:
Heh. I pity you mouth-breathers. You should listen attentively to the genius of my confession!
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "Hugh's Confession")
Athena:
Got it!
Athena:
Mr. O'Conner, this emotion is inconsistent with your testimony! 
O'Conner:
Heh. You don't know what you're talking about. I take joy in my intellect, feel anger toward your superficiality... ...suffer sadness at the world's ephemerality, and wonder at the universe's mysteries.
Athena:
(Ugh. I should've brought my dictionary to court.) Wait! Let me try that one again!
O'Conner:
Heh. I also suffer sadness at the futility of your efforts, but if you must.
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need prolong this trial any further. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Juniper Woods...
Guilty
Turnabout Airlines
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Episode 2Turnabout Airlines
Edgeworth:
(The murder that occurred in my office... The return of the Great Thief Yatagarasu... Thinking back, everything began on that fateful day, two days ago...)
-- 2 Days Earlier --
Edgeworth:
(Yes, everything began high up in the air, 9,000 feet in the air, to be precise...)
PA Notice:
Thank you for flying iFly Airlines. We are currently experiencing some slight turbulence. We are asking all passengers to please return to their seats and fasten their seatbelts.
March 12, 6:13 AMFlight I-390, First FloorLounge
Edgeworth:
...Nnngh... ..Why do I feel like I just woke up from a horrible nightmare? (6:13, huh... Guess I was out cold for about 10 minutes. Hah, "slight" turbulence, indeed.)
PA Notice:
Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently experiencing some slight turbulence. For your safety, we ask that you return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.
Edgeworth:
(I suppose turbulence is to be expected on a flight. Though admittedly, I'm less than comfortable with anything resembling earthquakes... Hm? What's this...? A travel wallet? But it's not mine... How did someone else's travel wallet wind up in my pocket...? Nnngh...! My head... Why won't this headache go away...? I'll take care of this travel wallet later. Or hand it off to an attendant...) Unngh... From earthquake-like turbulence to an elevator... ............ Hmph. What am I doing hesitating like this? (Actually, I know full well why I hesitate. It was when I was still but a young child... I was caught up in a murder that happened in an elevator. But how long am I going to let past haunt me!? It's just an elevator! I'm a grown man now! I need to behave like one!) Wh......What the...!? What in the world happened!?
???:
Is there something wrong, sir? I must ask that you please return to your se... ...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! He... He-He-He's DEAD!!!
Edgeworth:
Please calm down! We mustn't jump to conclusions without all the facts...
Passenger:
What's wrong!? Did something happen!?
???:
Y...You MURDERER!!!
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? N-NO! You have it all wrong! It wasn't me!!
March 12, 6:41 AMFlight I-390, Second FloorFirst Class
Teneiro:
Everyone, I am sorry to interrupt, but I have an important announcement. I am one of your flight attendants today, Rhoda Teneiro. Unfortunately, we have just had a minor accident on this flight.
Examine evidence
Front of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
Back of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Each Prosecutor's Badge is engraved with the number of its owner on the back. Hmph. Numbers. As if we're not human on the inside like everyone else!
Passenger:
An "accident"!? Don't treat us like we're stupid! I caught a glimpse and it was a murder!
Passenger:
What!? M-Murder!? What's going on with this flight!?
Teneiro:
Everyone, please calm down. There's no reason to panic. The flight will stay on course and make its scheduled landing. We are still currently in the middle of a rough patch of turbulence. So until we are out of this area of turbulence, I ask that you please remain seated...
Passenger:
B-B-But, someone was killed, right!? I mean, what about the killer!? Let me off...!
Teneiro:
Please, there is no need to feel threatened. We already apprehended the culprit.
Edgeworth:
I ask that everyone please remain calm.
Passenger:
What the heck is he talking about!? Why should we remain calm!?
Edgeworth:
My name is Miles Edgeworth. I am a prosecutor and I assure you I am not the killer.
Passenger:
Hah! Being a prosecutor doesn't make you incapable of murder, buddy!
Edgeworth:
Now you listen here! I am not the killer! I simply found the body!
Teneiro:
So you say, however... ...I am sure that you are the perpetrator of this crime. I swear on my honor as a professional flight attendant.
Edgeworth:
Oh, is that right?
Teneiro:
I know what I saw. And there's even very strong, incriminating evidence to back me up.
Edgeworth:
(What kind of "incriminating evidence" is she talking about...?)
Teneiro:
We've already alerted the proper authorities at our destination. Until we land, you will remain in our custody by the powers vested in our captain. I'm very sorry, but please understand our situation.
Edgeworth:
(Your situation? I'm more concerned with mine, and the direction it's going on... I'm not about to just sit idly by while I get accused of murder!) Ms... Teneiro, is it?
Teneiro:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
I was wondering if you might give me a chance.
Teneiro:
A chance? To do what?
Edgeworth:
A chance to plead my case. And a chance to ask what you meant by "incriminating evidence" just now.
Teneiro:
.........
Edgeworth:
To accuse a passenger of such a grave crime without allowing him to give a proper defense... Can the professional flight attendant inside of you really call this action "righteous"?
Teneiro:
......... You have a point. Very well, I'll listen to what you have to say... ...but be wary of what you reveal. I'm afraid you'll only look even more suspicious if your explanation fails to satisfy. I also do not have the time to deal with you all day, so please make it quick.
Edgeworth:
...... Of course. As you wish.
Teneiro:
Good. Very well then, let's get started.
Edgeworth:
(I know for a fact that I didn't kill that man in the elevator. What I don't know is what sort of "evidence" she has up her sleeve... ...but I'm certain it doesn't fit with how the crime really occurred.)
-- What Ms. Teneiro Saw --
Teneiro:
I swear to tell the whole truth as a professional flight attendant.
Unfortunately for you, Mr. Edgeworth, I am certain you are the killer.
The scene I saw in front of the elevator...
...it was you, standing there, with fresh blood dripping off of the murder weapon.
So, if you would please cooperate, we'll turn you over just as soon as we land.
Edgeworth:
(That's it...? That's her evidence...!?)
Teneiro:
I don't think you could ask for a more perfect witness testimony. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(Not really. It's hardly perfect when there's a gaping hole in it.)
Rebuttal
-- What Ms. Teneiro Saw --
Teneiro:
I swear to tell the whole truth as a professional flight attendant.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Tell me, what exactly puts the "pro" in "professional flight attendant" for you?
Teneiro:
Well, it means we are very professional about how we take care of our passengers. Services like fetching papers and responding to calls are done with speed and accuracy. I can assure you that I give testimonies with the same level of professionalism. But I'm sure you have already realized that by now, right!?
Edgeworth:
(It's a bit hard to "appreciate" your professionalism when I'm the one under suspicion.)
Teneiro:
And there you have it. My professional testimony is accurate and reliable.
Teneiro:
Unfortunately for you, Mr. Edgeworth, I am certain you are the killer.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You certainly seem sure of yourself.
Teneiro:
Of course! A professional flight attendant can't afford to make mistakes, after all.
Edgeworth:
Perhaps. But you must admit there are few who can look at a murder with a clear mind.
Teneiro:
We attendants all go through extensive training and are always calm and collected. We'll even calmly serve you coffee, if you so wish, as the plane makes a splashdown.
Edgeworth:
(I fail to see how that would be the calm and rational thing to do in an emergency.)
Teneiro:
Even until the bitter end, we are there to serve the passengers. That is the duty of all professional flight attendants!
Edgeworth:
You certainly are confident. Anyway, shall we return to your testimony?
Teneiro:
The scene I saw in front of the elevator...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Yes...? What did you see in front of the elevator?
Teneiro:
That's what I was just about to tell you, Mr. Edgeworth. Framed by the elevator doors and bathed in the light coming from within...
Teneiro:
...it was you, standing there, with fresh blood dripping off of the murder weapon.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The murder weapon, dripping with blood...? Really, now.
Teneiro:
I swear that was the grisly scene I saw before me. Thank goodness it wasn't a passenger who saw, or there'd be widespread panic by now.
Edgeworth:
As I recall, you were quite panicked yourself at the time...
Teneiro:
............ Excuse me?
Edgeworth:
You were scared enough to misread the situation and accuse me of murder.
Teneiro:
Nonsense! Professional flight attendants cannot afford to be that flustered! I witnessed the murder scene and am now listening to your defense, all with a smile.
Edgeworth:
(Apparently, you also lie with a smile on your face.)
Present Travel Wallet
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Teneiro!"
Teneiro:
So, if you would please cooperate, we'll turn you over just as soon as we land.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I am not the culprit... And yet, you would keep these restraints on me?
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth, please try to understand what kind of situation you're in right now.
Edgeworth:
And what exactly is my situation?
Teneiro:
I have the backing of the captain to keep you bound in this way. We are within our legal right to restrain anyone who might threaten our captain mid-flight. In essence, you're in the same situation as someone who has been arrested by the police.
Edgeworth:
(So I am to stay restrained until I can clear up all of her doubts? At least I'm close.)
Edgeworth:
(Her mistake shines like the sliver lining on a dark rain cloud. And I'm going to capture some of that light with evidence!)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro!
Teneiro:
Wh-Wh-What is with the yelling all of a sudden!?
Edgeworth:
(Argh. Force of habit. Well, it doesn't matter.) Ms. Teneiro. You say you saw the murder weapon dripping with blood. Is that correct?
Teneiro:
Yes. All that blood... Drip, drip, drip... Just recalling that scene sends a chill down my spine.
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but your so-called "professional" flight attendant training has failed you.
Teneiro:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
I'd like to direct your attention to this! Do you know what this is?
Teneiro:
It's... a travel wallet, right? But it looks a little big and bulky...
Edgeworth:
The thing you saw me holding when I discovered the dead body in the elevator... ...was this very travel wallet, Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
What!? Impossible...!
Edgeworth:
Now then, do you still think I am the killer? That I killed him with a travel wallet?
Teneiro:
But... But...! I...! No, but I... I saw blood dripping from the wallet! I know I did!
Edgeworth:
As you can see, this wallet is clearly stained. But if you would be so kind as to take a whiff... ...I think you'd agree it's grape juice.
Teneiro:
Ah! Then... Then...!
Edgeworth:
That's right. You mistook grape juice for blood! The murder weapon dripping with blood does not, in fact, exist!
Teneiro:
N-Nooooooooooooooo!
Edgeworth:
(There. That should clear up that pesky accusation.)
Hold it!
Teneiro:
W-Wait just a sec! That is... I mean, even a wallet could be deadly if it was wrapped around something heavy! I demand that you show me what's inside... Please...
Edgeworth:
(She's trembling, and the tacked on "please" at the end... Sounds like I've got her.) There's no need to look inside. Even you can tell from its appearance that it's light.
Teneiro:
No! I can't be sure of anything until I see the contents of that wallet for myself!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* She's a persistent one. I suppose we have no choice but to see what's inside.) Ms. Teneiro, if you would be so kind as to open the wallet and check its contents for me.
Teneiro:
Alright. I usually don't pry into passengers' belongings, but we have no choice here.
Examine grape juice stains on Travel Wallet
Edgeworth:
Grape juice stains the outer cover. True, it was I who dropped it in the juice, however, I didn't do it out of ill intentions.
Examine button on Travel Wallet
Edgeworth:
It seems that this passport is all that's in here.
Leads to:
"As you saw, there is nothing but a passport inside."
Edgeworth:
As you saw, there is nothing but a passport inside. This renders your "wallet was the murder weapon" argument moot. Wouldn't you agree?
Hold it!
Teneiro:
Please, hear me out, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
What is it now...?
Teneiro:
Well, I was wondering... whose passport is it exactly?
Edgeworth:
.........
Teneiro:
Can I take a look...?
Edgeworth:
Why not? I'm rather curious myself. Th-This is...!
Teneiro:
Just as I thought... This travel wallet belonged to Mr. Akbey Hicks... ...which makes it the victim's property.
Wallet data updated in my Organizer.
Examine evidence
Inside of Travel Wallet
Edgeworth:
There's no money whatsoever inside the travel wallet.
Teneiro:
You... You stole the victim's wallet... ...didn't you...?
Edgeworth:
H-How dare you!?
Teneiro:
You said it yourself. You claimed to be holding this wallet in your hands when I found you.
Edgeworth:
.........
Teneiro:
Perhaps I did misconstrue the wallet for the murder weapon.... ...but it seems that I wasn't wrong about who the culprit is.
-- Ms. Teneiro's Logic --
Teneiro:
As you claimed, the murder weapon is not the travel wallet...
...however, it IS something you stole from Mr. Hicks after you were done with the vile deed.
I find it hard to believe myself, but your motive was very simple...
You were out to steal Mr. Hick's money, weren't you?
Edgeworth:
So even though I didn't have the murder weapon on me, you still suspect me, I see...
Teneiro:
You stood up at the crime scene with the victim's wallet in your hands. How can I turn a blind eye and not suspect you of foul play?
Rebuttal
-- Ms. Teneiro's Logic --
Teneiro:
As you claimed, the murder weapon is not the travel wallet...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Shouldn't that be proof enough for you that I did not murder the victim?
Teneiro:
Not at all!
Edgeworth:
Oh, and why not?
Teneiro:
Because, that wallet may not have been what I thought it was...
Teneiro:
...however, it IS something you stole from Mr. Hicks after you were done with the vile deed.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You think I stole it...?
Teneiro:
Yes! I'm very sorry to say it, and I wouldn't usually be so rude, but it must be said!
Edgeworth:
?
Teneiro:
I never thought I'd see the day, but here I am calling a passenger a thief!
Edgeworth:
.........
Teneiro:
Maybe I should put on a serious face and say it more directly. I believe you removed the wallet from the victim's personage!
Edgeworth:
...It really doesn't matter how you phrase it. What I'd like to know is why you think I stole Mr. Hick's wallet!
Teneiro:
I find it hard to believe myself, but your motive was very simple...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph, I don't think I have any sort of motive to speak of. I've never met Mr. Hicks before, and our only connection is this one flight.
Teneiro:
But that is more than enough of a reason.
Edgeworth:
How do you figure?
Teneiro:
He was sitting in First Class, and I think the implication is quite clear.
Teneiro:
You were out to steal Mr. Hick's money, weren't you?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You think I was after his money!? Wh-Where did that cockamamie idea come from!?
Teneiro:
True, you are also a passenger in First Class, but... ...I thought something was off about you and those deeply-etched lines on your forehead.
Edgeworth:
Th-They're not lines!! They're perfectly normal and a part of my natural face!
Teneiro:
I don't think I've ever met someone with such terrible countenance on a flight before.
Edgeworth:
.........
Teneiro:
And that's when it hit me. You have the face of someone with money trouble!
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I wonder if I might get a word in, Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
Wh-What is it now!?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro. I wonder if you noticed the contradiction within your own testimony!
Teneiro:
Wh-What are you talking about...?
Edgeworth:
It's simply impossible that the motive for this murder was monetary theft. One glance at the crime scene should've told you that! (What about this scene would prove that the motive for the murder was not the money?)
Present floor
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"If I may direct your attention to things strewn all over the floor..."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This proves that the killer's motive was not monetary theft!
Teneiro:
Where am I supposed to be looking...?
Edgeworth:
...Please recall how the crime scene looked.
Teneiro:
I'm trying... but all I can see is you taking the wallet... ...and the deep furrowing of your eyebrows and the lines on your forehead.
Edgeworth:
Gnrk! There's no need to recall those specific details, thank you very much. (Now, what can I show her to prove my point in a way that even she will understand?)
Leads back to:
"(What about this scene would prove that the motive for the murder was not the money?)"
Edgeworth:
If I may direct your attention to things strewn all over the floor...
Teneiro:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
That's right. The floor is covered in bills and coinage. By your rationale, these were the very things the killer was after.
Teneiro:
Aaaah!
Edgeworth:
I think we can assume that the wallet fell during the victim's struggle with his killer. And I would think that the killer would've noticed something like money scattering somewhere. Furthermore, as you can see, there was no effort made by the killer to gather the money!
Teneiro:
B-But...! The wallet...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ah, yes. the wallet. You will also recall that the only thing in it was Mr. Hicks's passport.
Teneiro:
Aaaah!
Edgeworth:
If you are really insisting that it was a crime based on greed... ...then you're claiming that it was all for an empty travel wallet!
Leads to:
"I...I...I..."
Present Travel Wallet
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I wonder if I might get a word in, Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
Wh-What is it now!?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro. I wonder if you noticed the contradiction within your own testimony!
Teneiro:
Wh-What are you talking about...?
Edgeworth:
Simply put, as you saw with your own eyes... ...the only thing inside Mr. Hicks's wallet was his passport!
Teneiro:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
If I really was "after his money"... ...then why would I steal a penniless travel wallet!?
Teneiro:
Gnrk! Ah, but that's right! You... Mr. Edgeworth... You didn't know it was empty when you stole it!
Edgeworth:
You would like to think that, but that's not possible.
Teneiro:
What do you mean it's not possible!?
Edgeworth:
There is no way the killer didn't know that the wallet was empty to begin with.
Teneiro:
Oh? And what makes you so sure!?
Edgeworth:
(How can I show her that the killer knew the wallet to be empty from the get-go?)
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"If you would recall the crime scene..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence shows that the killer would've known that the wallet was empty!
Teneiro:
And what about it shows me that...?
Edgeworth:
...Take a closer look.
Teneiro:
I am, but all I can see... ...is futile struggling of a professional prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Urrk! I think you've scrutinized it for long enough, thank you. (I have to show her something even she can understand!)
Leads back to:
"(How can I show her that the killer knew the wallet to be empty from the get-go?)"
Edgeworth:
If you would recall the crime scene... I admit that the wallet was probably not empty at the time of the murder. That's pretty evident by the bills and cards strewn around the inside of the elevator.
Teneiro:
Oh, no!
Edgeworth:
I think you've come to realize the problem with your logic. I would surmise that the victim's wallet fell out during their struggle. And that's when its contents emptied onto the floor of the elevator. I doubt the killer could've missed such an occurrence.
Teneiro:
Th-Then, you're saying...!
Edgeworth:
Yes. According to your supposition, if I were the killer... ...I would have been going after a wallet I knew to be empty. And since I clearly was not attempting to gather the scattered money... ...it renders your argument of theft completely invalid!
Leads to:
"I...I...I..."
Edgeworth:
(She... really is making a fool of herself, pursuing this line of logic. I should spare her and present the piece of evidence that contradicts her testimony.)
Teneiro:
I...I...I... Forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!
Passenger:
Hey! What the heck!?
Passenger:
Are you saying the attendant's wrong!?
Passenger:
So that guy isn't the killer!?
Passenger:
Hah! Don't believe it, everyone! It's a trick!
Teneiro:
Nnnngh...
Edgeworth:
Will you all please be quiet!? Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
You lost your cool when you saw the dead body. Plus, the lounge was dark, and looking into the light from the elevator... ...it's easy to see how you mistook the wallet in my hand for the murder weapon. I take no offense that you thought that I was the killer.
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Thank you for releasing me.
???:
Borginese speaking!
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What is it now!?)
???:
Borginese speaking, Borginese speaking?!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro, if you could please translate, I'd be much obliged.
Teneiro:
I-It sounds like Borginian... But I... ...I don't understand any of it. There's another attendant on this flight who...
???:
I said that he is giving the runabout!
Edgeworth:
!
???:
I don't require an interpreter! I speak English just well! See! You, the attendant!
Teneiro:
Y-Yes, sir!
???:
I want this person to be under the arrest until we arrive at the airport!
Edgeworth:
......
Teneiro:
......
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, sir, but what exactly are you hoping for?
???:
What is it you want? I am finished talking to the likes of you.
Edgeworth:
Please, I would like to hear why you would like me to be held under arrest until we land!
???:
You! How dare you try to waste my time!?
Edgeworth:
(You were the one who stuck your nose into my affairs!)
???:
I wanted to spend even at least one more second with my precious art! I have no time for other things! I know what you are! I see through you! Insolvent! Yes, I am pretty sure that's how you say it in English!
Edgeworth:
(Well, I'd hope that I don't dissolve in water, but I don't think that's what you meant.) I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name.
Lablanc:
I am Zinc Lablanc II. I am a very wealthy man in the Borginia! But I am not an ordinary rich man! I am an art dealer... a rich seller of beauty!
Teneiro:
Mr. Lablanc, what did you mean just now?
Lablanc:
Pardon!?
Teneiro:
Um, when you said that Mr. Edgeworth was giving me the "runabout"?
Lablanc:
I have to explain!? Unbelievable... I will say it once and only once. I do not have even a second to waste! "Time is money" as they say!
Edgeworth:
(Yes, and yet you continue to blather on...)
Lablanc:
I saw it, yes I did. I saw the victim go onto the elevator. Going down to the lounge! It was exactly at 6 o'clock!
Edgeworth:
......
Teneiro:
......A-And what's the significance of that time...?
Edgeworth:
(At 6, he says......) W-Wait, you saw him at 6!?!?
Teneiro:
Aaaah! Wh-What's the matter, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Lablanc:
He understands, I see. Ms. Attendant! What time did you discover the body!?
Teneiro:
Well, it was a little after that patch of turbulence, so I would say around 6:15... Ah!
Lablanc:
"Hicks" was his name, was it? Then I say that man Hicks was killed in the 15 minute time span. And the only person in the lounge at that time was this prosecutor, yes?
Edgeworth:
.........
Passenger:
Y-Yeah! I-I was in my seat the whole time!
Passenger:
M-Me, too! I was watching the movie and enjoying a fine glass of grape juice!
Passenger:
I was still eating! Still haven't finished, see!
Lablanc:
The other passengers have an alibi, so you have no problem with them, I suppose?
Edgeworth:
.........
Lablanc:
"No compliant", I see. Not a single word against this, right?
Edgeworth:
...I have no way of discounting what you have put forth at this point, but it wasn't me.
Lablanc:
Oh!? So you say! But do you have, what you say, the evidence?
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth... Are you really the culprit after all...?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc. I suppose you are quite certain in what you saw? Enough to give testimony? .........
Lablanc:
Of course! I was looking at that man the whole time! He was playing with that annoying little... um... small "machine" the whole time!
Edgeworth:
"Machine"...?
Lablanc:
Yes, that's what you people call it in English, yes? It was making me crazy with the click, click, click!
Edgeworth:
(From that description, it sounds like some sort of small computer...)
Teneiro:
I believe what Mr. Lablanc is talking about is a cell phone. I have to say that I did see him playing with it quite a bit, myself.
Edgeworth:
(A simple cell phone? A laptop or organizer I can see, but... That's kind of... low budget.)
Lablanc:
I hate that noisy little machine in his hand! Not a fragment of beauty! All it produces is ugly sounds! Anyway, I know what I saw!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
I was wondering if I might be granted permission to examine the crime scene.
Teneiro:
What!? You want to... examine the crime scene?
Edgeworth:
If you would grant me a little measure of time, I'm sure I can produce the real culprit.
Lablanc:
Hmph. I don't like the sound of that. "Fox in the duck pen". Yes, I think that is how you say it in English.
Edgeworth:
It's "Fox guarding the henhouse." And I believe my innocence was proven earlier. And if I'm given the chance, I can clear up all the remaining doubts.
Teneiro:
.........
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro! If you wait until we arrive... ...there is a good chance that some evidence will have been destroyed by then.
Teneiro:
......... ...I understand. Let me see what the captain has to say.
Lablanc:
Hah! This should not be approved!
Teneiro:
Please, Mr. Lablanc! In an emergency, all decisions are to be made by the captain alone. Now, please wait here while I go ask the captain what to do. I'll be right back.
Lablanc:
You are not planning to erase evidence when you are doing your investigation, yes?
Edgeworth:
Of course not!
Lablanc:
Hah, we will see!
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth, you have the captain's permission to investigate the crime scene.
Lablanc:
Wh-What!? Unbelievable!!
Edgeworth:
I am in your debt, Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
However... there is one condition. I am to supervise you. Can you agree to that?
Edgeworth:
Of course, I see no problem with that stipulation. It's only natural as I am still a suspect in this case.
Lablanc:
Grrrrrr...
Teneiro:
I take full responsibility and will watch Mr. Edgeworth's every move.I hope this is reassurance enough that there will be no foul play. Now then, Mr. Edgeworth, shall we proceed? If you should need my help with anything, please feel free to touch the Partner Button.
Edgeworth:
(It's time to head to the scene of the crime... the first floor lounge.)
Partner
Teneiro:
Are you in need of assistance?
Captain's permission
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro, I'd like to ask you about investigating the lounge...
Teneiro:
As long as you have the captain's permission, I can't stop you from looking around.
Edgeworth:
If you could pass a message along, tell him I'm grateful for his spirit of cooperation.
Teneiro:
I will. However, please realize that you are still under suspicion. To be honest, I still have my doubts about you.
Edgeworth:
Of course, and I take no offense.
Teneiro:
Do you really understand what I'm saying?
Edgeworth:
Yes, verily.
Teneiro:
Do you pinky-swear you do, on your honor as a professional prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
I-I pinky-swear I do, on my honor as a professional prosecutor.
Teneiro:
Well! I guess that settles that.
Edgeworth:
(I... I feel my honor as a man slowly diminishing.)
Present
Anything
Teneiro:
Even if you show that to me, I still cannot allow you free reign. I'm sorry, but I must admit that I still have my doubts about you.
Edgeworth:
(Guilty until proven innocent, I see...)
Door on right
Teneiro:
That leads to the emergency escape hatch. You can't go there in mid-flight.
Edgeworth:
What's the probability that the criminal escaped through here?
Teneiro:
A hundred percent.
Edgeworth:
!
Teneiro:
............ Oh! Let me finish my thought. I'm 100% certain they didn't.
Edgeworth:
(When I'm searching for an answer, only complete thoughts need apply.)
Attendant in front of door
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but may I have a word with you?
???:
............
Edgeworth:
You there!
???:
............*yawn* ...If you need something, please ask Ms. Rhoda over there, OK?
Edgeworth:
What the...? Hey! Wake up, you!
Teneiro:
I'm terribly sorry that she's being so rude, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
No need for you to apologize. I just find it hard to believe she's asleep on the job! (If I were her boss, I'd see to it that her salary was cut so low that it was in the red.)
Dishes
Teneiro:
How did you find your meal to be, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Come to think of it, I forgot all about it. I must have been asleep or something.
Teneiro:
Oh! I'm terribly sorry! Let me prepare you something right away!
Edgeworth:
...What are you apologizing for, Ms. Teneiro?
Teneiro:
I've failed in my professional duties by letting a passenger go hungry! Please, help yourself! If you see anything to your fancy, feel free!
Edgeworth:
Ah, I think I'll take my time later, after I've solved this case. Thanks.
Elevator button
Teneiro:
In order to preserve the crime scene, I'm afraid the elevator is not in service. To get to the first floor lounge, we should take the stairs.
Vase on seat
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc seems to be protecting the gargantuan vase on the chair rather closely.
Teneiro:
It's a marvelous vase, though, isn't it? Yes, I dare say so as a professional attendant.
Edgeworth:
I don't think there's any real connection between a piece of art and being an attendant...
Teneiro:
But I'm not just any old attendant! I'm a PROFESSIONAL flight attendant.
Edgeworth:
(As though there were such a thing as an amateur flight attendant.)
Movie poster
Edgeworth:
It's a movie poster for... "License to Love, Laugh, Maim, and Murder"...
Teneiro:
That's an iFly Airlines sponsored movie. It's a suspense-hardboiled-action-romance-horror-comedy movie.
Edgeworth:
...Is that the genre listing for this movie?
Teneiro:
Yes. It's a movie that can be enjoyed by anyone because it encompasses all those genres!
Edgeworth:
...I can't even begin to imagine what the plot of this movie would be like.
Teneiro:
But you have to admit it piqued your curiosity, right? I heard the main strategy with this genre listing was to make people curious.
Edgeworth:
.........Well then, consider the mission a successful one.
Zinc Lablanc II
Lablanc:
Hurry up and investigate! Time should not be wasted! "Precious is human time!" is how you say it, I believe.
Black bag on seat
Edgeworth:
This was Mr. Hicks's seat. I don't see the "machine" Mr. Lablanc was talking about...
Teneiro:
Perhaps it's in the elevator?
Edgeworth:
Maybe. We should probably head down to the crime scene now.
Edgeworth's seat
Edgeworth:
It's my seat. Unfortunately, I didn't bring anything particularly useful for an investigation. (It's not as if I'm constantly prepared for such a thing to occur...)
Passenger wearing life jacket
Passenger:
Unnnnnnnnngh... D-Don't get-t-t-t near m-m-m-me... y-you criminal!
Teneiro:
He said, "Don't get near me, you criminal!"
Edgeworth:
I am not the killer, and I intend to prove that starting now.
Passenger:
B-B-But th-that's c-c-contrary to th-the f-f-facts!
Teneiro:
He says, "But that's contrary to the facts!"
Edgeworth:
I can understand his English just fine, thank you very much.
Chessboard
Edgeworth:
Ah, that's right. I was in the middle of recreating a chess game.
Teneiro:
Just an observation, but aren't there too many red knights around that lone blue pawn?
Edgeworth:
...Nonsense. It simply shows that the blue pawn is no match for the red knights' might.
Lifesaver
Edgeworth:
What's a lifesaver doing here... ?
Passenger:
I-I-I bought it a-at the in-f-f-flight shop just be-beyond the lounge! If-If something sh-should happen, having o-o-one will s-save your life!
Edgeworth:
(I think this guy would've been better off not taking a plane to begin with.)
Passenger drinking grape juice
Passenger:
Hey, miss... How about another glass...?
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but I was wondering if you know anything about the murder...
Passenger:
...How about it? How about a glass together?
Edgeworth:
Um, sorry, but I must decline.
Passenger:
I wasn't talking to you! I was asking the cute attendant!
Teneiro:
I'm sorry, but I'm on the clock right now. But if you need a refill, I'd be happy to bring you another glass at any time.
Passenger:
You got it, toots!
Edgeworth:
(Th-That's no way to talk to a lady!)
Passenger eating steak
Edgeworth:
If I may have a word with you...
Passenger:
This...*munch*...steak...*munch* *munch* so... *munch*...awesome...*munch*
Edgeworth:
That's great to hear, however, I would like to ask you a few questions...
Passenger:
I...*munch*...was... here...*munch* *munch*... whole time so...*munch* wouldn't know...
Edgeworth:
Eat or speak. Please pick one.
Passenger:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Teneiro:
I think he chose to eat...
Edgeworth:
(Yes, I can hear that.)
Grape juice bottles
Edgeworth:
Look at all these bottles, lined up in a row. It's miracle they made it through the turbulence without a scratch...
Teneiro:
Actually, we asked the drink vendor to clean up all the ones that did break earlier.
Edgeworth:
Then you mean to tell me he put all these up here after the turbulence...?
Teneiro:
We are simply thrilled to have someone so interested in the variety of drinks available!
Edgeworth:
(I don't think anyone should drink this much. There us such a thing as over-hydration...)
Parfait
Edgeworth:
One very large parfait... though I could easily finish it off all by myself.
Teneiro:
This parfait is an iFly original: the iFly Parfait! The "i" comes from "I love you", while the "Fly" part comes from "Flying". When you combine the two parts, you get "iFly"!
Edgeworth:
(I fail to see how the "i" came from "I love you"...!)
March 12, 7:26 AMFlight I-390, First FloorLounge
Edgeworth:
I want to thank you for your help back there, Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
It was nothing. You should thank the captain for granting you permission. And just so everything is perfectly clear... I still don't trust you to that extent. I don't want you to think your standing with me has changed.
Edgeworth:
I see. I will bear that in mind.
Teneiro:
I received an order from the captain earlier. He wanted you to know that... ...we reserve the right to stop your investigation if we feel you are not making progress. And when we do, he asks that you please return to your seat at that time.
Edgeworth:
(So my time runs out at his and his crew's discretion, does it? I have to find a way to discredit Mr. Lablanc's testimony before time's up!) I understand. By the way, is there any place you can think of where the killer might hide onboard?
Teneiro:
I don't think so. After every First Class passenger was accounted for at his or her seat... ...we made a thorough search of the plane. As for Business and Economy class... ...no one can move between those two classes and First Class without a staff keycard. And we found no record of a keycard being used at all.
Edgeworth:
(Which means that I have a First Class Killer on my hands. At least I know that much for sure. And one other thing. No one else has been allowed near this crime scene since the murder was discovered either.)
Begin Investigation
First Floor Lounge
Edgeworth:
Now then, let's get started.
Teneiro:
But where would we start from?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Let's start with Mr. Lablanc's statements. The crime occurred between 6 AM and 6:15 AM. During that interval, the only person in the lounge was myself. Which would make me the prime suspect. However, since I did not kill Mr. Hicks, it means that the killer was around somewhere (Where was the killer? – What clues point to where the killer could have been?)...
Teneiro:
If we are to believe what you say is true, then yes.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... The first order of business will be to gather information to win your trust.
Logic
"Blunt force trauma" and "Murder weapon: Mr. Ifly"
Edgeworth:
A statue with blood on it lying next to the body of a man who was beaten to death...
Teneiro:
Oh! Mr. Edgeworth! I think I figured something out!
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes? What is it?
Teneiro:
The way the blood is on this, it looks like it matches up with the wound on his head!
Edgeworth:
(Well, aren't we deserving of the Master of the Obvious title...)
Teneiro:
Well? What do you think, Mr. Edgeworth? Don't you think that's worth investigating?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It would appear that this figurine is our murder weapon.
Teneiro:
Oh, I just knew it! I mean, I can't think of any other connection!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, perhaps Master of the Oblivious would be more befitting...)
Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank data jotted down in my Organizer.
"Where was the killer?" and "Elevator"
Edgeworth:
(True, there wasn't anyone else in the lounge other than myself right before the turbulence... ...but if the killer was in the elevator along with the victim (In the elevator with Hicks? - If only I could prove that the killer rode the elevator with Hicks...). then that's a different story.)
"In the elevator with Hicks?" and "Spilled grape juice"
Edgeworth:
I have it!
Teneiro:
? I'm sorry, but I don't understand, Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
I can prove that someone other than myself was here around the time of the murder.
Teneiro:
What!? R-Really!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It's rather simple, actually. The proof is in the pudding. Or rather, the grape juice in this case. These footsteps here confess to me this very fact... ...that someone exited the elevator, alive. Seeing as how the victim is dead, that would mean a second person.
Teneiro:
But... couldn't the footprints be from Mr. Hicks himself?
Edgeworth:
Ah, but if you take a look at out victim's shoes, you can see the soles are spotless.
Teneiro:
Which means...
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Hicks wasn't alone in the elevator. In fact, it's quite the opposite. There was actually one other person inside the elevator!
Grape Juice Footprints data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Teneiro:
Are you in need of assistance?
Notice anything? (appears after examining grape juice stain)
Edgeworth:
Did you notice anything?
Teneiro:
I was wondering whose footprints are next to the elevator.
Edgeworth:
I'd say killer's, wouldn't you say? Even if they aren't, I'm sure they are a vital clue to solving this case.
Teneiro:
Ooh, maybe there are other clues waiting to be found in other places. Come on now, Mr. Edgeworth! Let's go find them together.
Edgeworth:
(A word of advice: Nobody likes a credit thief, so stop stealing my lines.)
About the victim (appears after examining body and figure)
Edgeworth:
I was wondering if you noticed anything, Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
Yes... I can't help but notice the sad atmosphere in here.
Edgeworth:
Um, hmm, yes... It is a rather tragic crime.
Teneiro:
I'll say. Robbing the poor man after bludgeoning him to death, talk about rubbing in the salt! I can't forgive someone who would do this to a passenger of mine! I swear as a professional flight attendant that I will capture the culprit with my own hands!
Edgeworth:
And I promise as a prosecutor to solve this case with logic and deduction. (I should go over all the leads I've collected so far one more time. The key to solving this lies at the intersection of my logic and the evidence.)
Present
Grape Juice Footprints
Edgeworth:
If these footprints do, in fact, belong to the culprit... ..then I would say it was very careless to leave them.
Teneiro:
If I was a killer, I swear that as a professional killer, I'd never leave footprints behind!
Edgeworth:
That's all well and good, but I'm afraid it's of little use in our pursuit of the killer. (I feel like I'm still missing a link or two...)
Blue door
Teneiro:
This door leads to the flight attendants' room. But please understand that it's off limits to unauthorized personnel.
Edgeworth:
(The room is giving off the scent of women's perfume. One would think that perfume would "smell great", however, to me it simply "smells"... Not that I have any interest in what lies behind this door...)
Teneiro:
Perhaps we should return to the investigation, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Hm...........................
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Sorry, I spaced out for a second there.
Glasses
Edgeworth:
(These bottles and glasses must have been broken by the turbulence.) There is quite a bit of broken glass here. Please be careful when passing through the area.
Teneiro:
Thank you very much for the warning, Mr. Edgeworth. However, no matter how kind you are towards me... ...know that it does not clear up any suspicions I have about you.
Edgeworth:
I-I wasn't warning you for the sake of clearing my name!!
Piano
Teneiro:
This grand piano is the pride of this plane. It can play the music of whatever CD we insert into its CD drive.
Edgeworth:
That's not a piano! It's more like an overgrown music box.
Teneiro:
Ah, but its keys depress along with the music, as though there really is someone playing it.
Edgeworth:
(Some people have entirely too much money to waste on overly-complex toys.)
Windows
Edgeworth:
(These counter windows offer a glimpse of the sky, but these clouds, they tell me nothing...)
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth...? You... look like you're talking to the clouds.
Edgeworth:
Is that so? Then tell me, what do you suppose I said to them?
Teneiro:
I don't know, but it looked like a rather one-sided conversation.
Edgeworth:
(The clouds... They tell me nothing.)
Magazines
Edgeworth:
There are a few copies of Sky Magazine in the magazine rack.
Teneiro:
This month's special is an English trivia quiz.
Edgeworth:
That's not a bad idea. I've heard that the youth of today don't know a particle from a participle.
Teneiro:
Now, now, Please don't go around confusing people with made-up words, Mr. Edgeworth. Who's ever heard of such a silly word as "participle"?
Edgeworth:
(Case in point...)
Statue on left
Edgeworth:
What, or who, is this...?
Teneiro:
This is a bronze statue of the founder of iFly Airlines, Mr. Hugo Ifly. The one on the left is of when he was in his 40's and the other is of him in his 80's.
Edgeworth:
(...Did the man actually age in the span of four decades? Maybe I need to squint more.)
Toppled-over chair
Edgeworth:
(This toppled-over chair... Yet another victim of the turbulence.)
Teneiro:
Aaaaah!! Nooo! Look at all that grape juice staining the back...! It may not look it, but this chair was extremely valuable.
Edgeworth:
It was?
Teneiro:
Yes! It was used when the Rocker Pals came to tour this plane. The Rocker Pals' leader sat in this very chair.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, but what are these "Rocker Pals"?
Teneiro:
I can't believe you've never heard of them! They're all the rage! The Rocker Pals are an extremely popular international band. They added the "Pals" part as they became more popular, especially among teens.
Edgeworth:
Ah, that explains it. I'm not really one for the music of today. (Maybe I should ask Detective Gumshoe about them later... On second thought... I can already see how confusing the conversation would get.)
Body
Edgeworth:
What floors does this elevator service?
Teneiro:
Only the first and second, although, it can also go down to the cargo hold. However, that requires a flight crew keycard.
Edgeworth:
(So the only floors accessible to passengers are the first and second (Elevator - The victim's body was found inside the elevator that connects 1F with 2F), huh?)
Before examining body and figure and deducing lanyard
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining body and figure and deducing lanyard
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Floor
Edgeworth:
Money is strewn all over the floor of the elevator. I would guess it was all in Mr. Hicks's wallet at some point.
Teneiro:
It's been a while since I've seen this big of a mess. It's terribly embarrassing, but I thought it was an earthquake for a second... ...and I frantically started searching for gas values to shut off.
Edgeworth:
It was? (I guess the shaking of the plane was bad enough to be mistaken for a real earthquake. Not that I would know, since I was unconscious for most of it...)
Body
Edgeworth:
I doubt anyone was expecting to find a dead body in an elevator on this flight.
Teneiro:
So Mr. Hicks... He's really d-dead?
Edgeworth:
Yes. (She's trembling, although I can't fault her for that when there's a corpse right there.)
Teneiro:
Mr. Hicks... If you're really dead, then please answer, "yes"...
Edgeworth:
(I see she's over the trembling now... although a new symptom seems to have appeared... Anyway, I should focus on the victim's body. Let's see...) There's blood on the back of Mr. Hicks's dead... Could this be the cause of death? He appears to have been struck (Blunt force trauma - Wound on the back of Hicks's head suggests blunt force trauma, but what caused it?) very hard... Even his glasses (Broken glasses - The victim's glasses are broken Were they broken during his murder?) are broken...
Pocket
Edgeworth:
(Hm? There's something sticking out of his pocket. Hope he won't mind if I take a look at what's inside.).........Hm? It's a picture. It looks like it was taken inside a building somewhere.
Photo of Mr. Hicks data jotted down in my Organizer.
Lanyard
Edgeworth:
(I wonder what was hanging off of this lanyard? Something's missing from this picture... Now if I could just put my finger on it...)
Lanyard (after deduce)
Edgeworth:
The "machine" that should be hanging off of here must still be somewhere on this plane!
Figure
Edgeworth:
What is this... sinister-looking figure on the floor here?
Teneiro:
Oh, that's a piggy bank of our company mascot, Mr. Ifly. It's just one of the many pieces of merchandise we sell at out in-flight shop. This bank is a limited edition, and is so popular that we're down to our last one.
Edgeworth:
You have an in-flight shop...?
Teneiro:
Yes. It's just beyond the lounge to the right. The shutter to the store is closed at the moment... ...but it was open the whole flight ip until Mr. Hicks's body was discovered.
Edgeworth:
(There's blood on here... Could this have been the murder weapon (Murder weapon: Mr. Ifly - The blood on it is still fresh... Could this be the murder weapon?)?)
Deduce (after examining pocket)
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce lanyard and Present Photo of Mr. Hicks
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Mr. Hicks's "machine" is nowhere to be found."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This crime scene completely contradicts this piece of evidence!
Teneiro:
...I'm sorry, but where?
Edgeworth:
Ah, I see the truth here in my mind's eye. I'll try to explain it in a simpler fashion for you.
Teneiro:
Um, alright...
Edgeworth:
(There's something missing from this scene in front of me. And I'll show Ms. Teneiro what's "off" through that piece of evidence!)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Hicks's "machine" is nowhere to be found.
Teneiro:
His "machine"...?
Edgeworth:
Ahem, his cell phone, Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
Ah, so I guess because it's not here...
Edgeworth:
Yes, I think we can safely deduce that the killer took it.
Missing Cell Phone data jotted down in my Organizer.
Grape juice stains
Edgeworth:
There's some spilled grape juice in front of the elevator. (I assume it was spilled during the turbulence.)
Teneiro:
Oh, we must clean up or someone might get hurt...
Edgeworth:
Aha!
Teneiro:
? What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I've found some very important evidence. What is the important piece of evidence in this scene?
Present footprints
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What is it...?"
Present lines
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
These lines here... They obviously weren't made naturally.
Teneiro:
You're right! But how were they made then, and why are they here?
Edgeworth:
I don't know yet... (But I do know they are important to this investigation.) Aha!
Teneiro:
What is it now, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I've found am even more important piece of evidence in this scene!!
Leads back to:
"What is the important piece of evidence in this scene?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Teneiro:
............ I'm not sure what's so important about that, Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
N-No, wait! (Curses. This is no time to get careless!) Allow me to point it out to you one more time.
Leads back to:
"What is the important piece of evidence in this scene?"
Teneiro:
What is it...?
Edgeworth:
They're a little smudged, but I think we can both agree they are a set of footprints (Spilled grape juice – There is some spilled grape juice on the floor in front of the elevator.).
Teneiro:
So you think...
Edgeworth:
Yes, these belong to our killer.
Teneiro:
Oh, then maybe we should check the shoe sizes of everyone in First Class!
Edgeworth:
I don't think that will be of any help to us. Unfortunately, the prints are too smudged, which will make it hard to get a definitive match.
Teneiro:
Oh, I see...
Grape juice stains (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
Spilled grape juice in a pool at my feet... Unfortunately, the delightful scent of grapes is obscured... ...by the unpleasant smell of the crime scene.
Teneiro:
This scent in the air... It's the same smell as the smell of my towels after they come out of my home dryer.
Edgeworth:
I-I would've never expected something like that by looking at you... (I suppose everyone has something unpleasent about them...)
Table
Edgeworth:
Glasses and candles are thrown into disarray by the turbulence.
Teneiro:
It's been a while since I've seen this big of a mess. It's terribly embarrassing, but I thought it was an earthquake for a second... ...and I frantically started searching for gas values to shut off.
Edgeworth:
It was? (I guess the shaking of the plane was bad enough to be mistaken for a real earthquake. Not that I would know, since I was unconscious for most of it...)
Statue on right
Edgeworth:
A pity that a bronze statue knows not when good drink has been split at its feet.
Teneiro:
This is a statue of our founder, Mr. Hugo Ifly, who was a big fan of grape juice. I'm sure he would be thrilled if he knew so much grape juice was here at his feet.
Edgeworth:
(Is that a hint of hero worshipping I detect...?)
Shutters
Teneiro:
The in-flight shop is just beyond these shutters. But we don't have permission to open them, so I'm afraid I must leave them closed.
Edgeworth:
(There must still be clues to be found here in this lounge! I must remain ever vigilant.)
Examine evidence
Sign on Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
It says "iFly Airlines". You know, I've seen it occur a lot recently, and it's been bothering me greatly... ...but why does nobody know how to properly capitalize and space nouns anymore!?
Bloodstain on Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
There is some blood on one of the corners. Could this piggy bank be the murder weapon?
(Connecting all possible Logic and deduce lanyard continues below)
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What's going on over there?)
Lablanc:
Borginese speaking! Borginese speaking!
???:
Borginese speaking... Borginese speaking...
Lablanc:
Unforgivable! This is unforgivable!
???:
.........
Lablanc:
Do you understand what I am saying!? The movie is late! It is the same level of bad as if the plane arrived late!
???:
Ummmmm... But the movie...
Lablanc:
What!? I will not talk to you anymore! You are just wasting my time!
Teneiro:
What is the matter, Mr. Lablanc? If there's no emergency, please return to your seat, sir.
Lablanc:
Do not tell me what to do! I need not to sit down! Well, Mr. Prosecutor!? Did you prove you are innocent yet!?
Edgeworth:
If you would like, I will prove my innocence to you right now.
Lablanc:
What!? Nonsense! Are you saying my eye-witness testimony is mistaken!?
Edgeworth:
Not mistaken, merely that there is room for doubt. I'd be honored if you could please tell me what you saw in detail once more.
Lablanc:
Fine, suit yourself!
-- What I Saw --
Lablanc:
I am certain I saw Mr. Hicks in the elevator!
It was when my needles on my pocket watch pointed to the 6 and to the 12!
The body was discovered 15 minutes after that in the lounge, yes?
Then you, the only person in the lounge at that time, must be the criminal!
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Lablanc's conclusions seem to make logical sense. After all, the only person in the lounge at the supposed time of the murder was me...)
Lablanc:
So! My eye-witness testimony! If you think you can destroy it, then come, let me see! Hurry! Do I look like a man who is having the time to wait for you?
Edgeworth:
(Why is HE so irritated ? I'm the one accused of murder here! Anyway, I must find a way to discredit Mr. Lablanc's account somehow, and fast!)
Rebuttal
-- What I Saw --
Lablanc:
I am certain I saw Mr. Hicks in the elevator!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc, were you able to get a good look at the inside of the elevator at that time?
Lablanc:
Of course, I saw what was inside.
Edgeworth:
And you are sure that the victim was in the elevator alone?
Lablanc:
Yes! The only person inside was that Mr. Hicks man!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, this last outburst is a bit too important to let go...)
Add statement:
"The only person inside was that Mr. Hicks man!"
Lablanc:
The only person inside was that Mr. Hicks man!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Was he really alone?
Lablanc:
Of course! I will bet even 1 cent!
Edgeworth:
(Hmph, a cheap ante... for a cheap testimony. But if that's how you went to play it, I'll happily take your 1 cent!)
Present Grape Juice Footprints
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Lablanc."
Lablanc:
It was when my needles on my pocket watch pointed to the 6 and to the 12!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I assume the pocket watch in this case is the one you keep checking, is that correct?
Lablanc:
Oh! You noticed! It is a very expensive antique, I will have you know! The feeling is wonderful when I fully wind it up by hand!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It does look very well designed, and quite classy.
Lablanc:
...I will have to charge you if you want to touch it!
Edgeworth:
......That's quite alright! Let's continue with your testimony.
Lablanc:
Hmph! What a cheap man you are! Now return the time you wasted back to me! And if we must, I saw Mr. Hicks enter the elevator at 6 o'clock!
Lablanc:
The body was discovered 15 minutes after that in the lounge, yes?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It's true that I found the victim's body at 6:15.
Teneiro:
And that's when I found the two of them as well.
Lablanc:
You see! It all matches my testimony!
Lablanc:
Then you, the only person in the lounge at that time, must be the criminal!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That is most mistaken way of thinking I've ever heard of!
Hold it!
Lablanc:
No, no, no! Your silly opinion is what is mistaken!
Teneiro:
Please calm down, the both of you. In a sense, you are both mistaken!
Edgeworth:
(Well if that isn't the pot calling the kettle back, then I don't know what is.)
Before pressing first statement
Edgeworth:
(He certainly has a lot of confidence in his testimony. If push comes to shove, I may need to press him for more information.)
After pressing first statement
Edgeworth:
(Hmph... I spy a little hole in his words. As you wish, Mr. Lablanc, I will now show you proof of my innocence!)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc.
Lablanc:
What is it!?
Edgeworth:
There is a very glaring contradiction in your testimony!
Lablanc:
What do you mean!?
Edgeworth:
Please take a look at the area in front of the elevator. There, at the spilled grape juice.
Lablanc:
Yes, and!? Will you admit you also spilled it with the blood!?
Edgeworth:
No, it spilled itself during the turbulence. But the interesting thing here is the set of grape juice footprints.
Lablanc:
F-Footprints!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, the ones that lead from within the elevator out into the lounge itself. It's evidence that proves that someone other than Mr. Hicks exited the elevator, alive!
Lablanc:
Ooooooooonnff!!
Edgeworth:
There must have been another person in the elevator with Mr. Hicks! Now then! I'm done playing games! Why don't you tell us the truth!?
Lablanc:
Borginese speaking! ...Borginese speaking?!
Edgeworth:
............
Teneiro:
Can you please translate for us?
???:
Ummmmmmmmmmm... "No way! That's totally impossible!" I guess is what he said.
Lablanc:
No way! That is totally impossible! I know there was no other person in there! I saw with my own eyes!
Edgeworth:
............
Teneiro:
If you want to know what I think, Mr. Edgeworth... ...I don't think Mr. Lablanc is lying to us.
Edgeworth:
(...I suppose she's right. He doesn't seem to be lying. But then, what does it mean? What about this contradiction?) Mr. Lablanc. Please, just once call more, will you recall the details of what you witnessed for me?
Lablanc:
Mnnnnrgh!
-- What I Saw, Pt. 2 --
Lablanc:
I was very upset when Mr. Hicks passed by my seat.
I was checking the time, over and over again.
I happened to follow that man with my eyes when he passed me.
And I saw clearly into the elevator he was entering.
But, I swear there was no one else inside! No one!
Teneiro:
Mr. Lablanc, if you would please calm down...
Lablanc:
What!? Dare you too have an issue with my eye-witness testimony!?
Teneiro:
Aaaaah! N-No, not at all! Please forget I said anything!
Edgeworth:
(Yet again, he doesn't appear to be lying. But I can't let this testimony stand as the truth!)
Rebuttal
-- What I Saw, Pt. 2 --
Lablanc:
I was very upset when Mr. Hicks passed by my seat.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, are you still upset now?
Lablanc:
I am always upset! The only time I am not is when I have a piece of art in my hands!
Edgeworth:
(It's surprisingly easy to believe that about him.)
Lablanc:
But I was even more upset when Mr. Hicks walked by me!
Lablanc:
I was checking the time, over and over again.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why were you so attentive to the time?
Lablanc:
Because! Because something unforgivable was happening!
Edgeworth:
Hmm, come to think of it, you were yelling about something "unforgivable" earlier...
Lablanc:
I was giving a complaint to the attendant about the movie starting time! Return back to me my time!! In money!! ...You understand the point.
Edgeworth:
(Movie? Is he talking about the in-flight one that's mentioned in the magazine? Hmm... A summary of the plot and the start time... Interesting...)
Lablanc:
They were supposed to show "License to Love, Laugh, Maim, and Murder". I cannot see that movie in my country. You can only see it on international flights. I looked forward greatly to that movie!! I checked my pocket watch whenever possible so I would not miss it! I even set my pocket watch to the destination time when I came onboard. So my watch is not wrong! It matched the schedule! But the movie was still late! Very, very late!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Your pocket watch... I'd like to ask you a little more about it, if that's alright.
Change this statement to:
"The movie I wanted to see would not start, so I checked my pocket watch many times." and "My watch is set to my destination's time. I always set it when I board the plane."
Lablanc:
The movie I wanted to see would not start, so I checked my pocket watch many times.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So this movie you mentioned, is it the one listed in the Sky Magazine?
Lablanc:
Yes! I was so looking forward to watching "License to Love, Laugh, Maim, and Murder"!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro, was this movie shown on this flight?
Teneiro:
Yes, it was shown at the scheduled time...
Edgeworth:
...Isn't it possible you simply slept through it by accident?
Lablanc:
Nonsense! You doubt me!?
Edgeworth:
N-No! Now stop pointing at me like that! (Odd. How did he miss a movie that he was clearly hoping to see...?)
Lablanc:
I checked my pocket watch a great number of times! That much I know for sure!
Lablanc:
My watch is set to my destination's time. I always set it when I board the plane.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You're sure about what you just testified, Mr. Lablanc?
Lablanc:
Yes, of course! I am a very busy man! I am immediately busy when I land! I have many places to go! And no time to waste adjusting my pocket watch!
Edgeworth:
I see... That was a very valuable statement you just made.
Lablanc:
Hmph! Flatter me all you want, but you will not get 1 cent out of me!
Edgeworth:
Um... That's alright. All I require is this piece of testimony.
Present Sky Magazine
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Lablanc, you said this just now in your testimony:"
Lablanc:
I happened to follow that man with my eyes when he passed me.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Since you only "happened" to see him, it's possible that you missed something in that glance!
Hold it!
Lablanc:
Even if I only "happened", I did not miss a thing!
Edgeworth:
And how can you be so sure?
Lablanc:
Just because!
Edgeworth:
I would appreciate it if you didn't take my life so lightly with a simple, "Just because!"
Lablanc:
Hmph! Well, then I was only making a joke! I saw Mr. Hicks, alright?
Lablanc:
And I saw clearly into the elevator he was entering.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Is it possible that someone was hiding inside?
Lablanc:
What!? You dare insult me!? I have belief in my eyesight! When I look for art to sell, I am told often I have "great sight" for the arts.
Edgeworth:
(I think the phrase you were looking for was "great sense", although that's debatable.) But isn't it possible someone was just outside of your line of sight...?
Lablanc:
You are persistent! I tell you, I looked clearly!
Lablanc:
But, I swear there was no one else inside! No one!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why do you insist that you are absolutely not mistaken!?
Lablanc:
Because when I say I am not wrong, I am not wrong!
Teneiro:
Mr. Lablanc, if I may, I think beyond misconceptions and mistake lies the truth.
Edgeworth:
(Funny, that suspiciously mirrors something I told her only a little while ago.)
Before pressing second statement
Edgeworth:
 (Mr. Lablanc doesn't seem to be lying... I may need to draw more information out of him before I see anything inconsistent.)
After pressing second statement
Teneiro:
I honestly don't think Mr. Lablanc is lying...
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I don't think he's lying either. But... I think he might be mistaken about something.
Teneiro:
Mistaken...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. And I'm going to correct his mistaken recollection with evidence.
Teneiro:
And this professional attendant  shall witness the prowess of a professional prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc, you said this just now in your testimony:
Lablanc:
I even set my pocket watch to the destination time when I came onboard.
Edgeworth:
Now, if your watch has been set to our destination's time zone... ...it would mean that your watch is displaying the time of our destination.
Lablanc:
Yes, and? The correct time is worth its 6 cents.
Edgeworth:
I would like you to take a look at this. If you believe this Sky Magazine... ...clocks on this flight run in accordance with the time of our departure time zone! Of course, the movie schedule was also created with that in mind. Ms. Teneiro, for confirmation's sake, what time zone is this flight aligned to right now?
Teneiro:
Well, we made a short stop at a transfer point.
Edgeworth:
(That's right. It was in that small Asian country, the Republic of Zheng Fa...)
Teneiro:
But we didn't re-adjust our onboard clocks at that time. So right now, we are still running on Borginian time!
Lablanc:
What!?
Edgeworth:
The time difference between Borginia and out destination is 9 hours. In that case, it's only natural that your watch would be out of sync with the schedule!
Lablanc:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!?
Edgeworth:
Further, with your analog watch set to our destination's time... ...it would appear to be running 3 hours fast when compared to the flight's onboard clocks. It also changes everything about your testimony. And you can bet 1 million cents on that! In light of this information, it means you saw Mr. Hicks 3 hours prior at 3 AM!
Lablanc:
Nnnnn...ggggggwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! My 1 miiiiiiiiiiiiiiillion ceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeents!!!
Edgeworth:
(This should clear up all of the remaining accusations...)
Teneiro:
So this basically widens the time frame for the time of death, right...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Because Mr. Lablanc saw the victim enter the elevator at 3 AM... ...it means that the time of death could be anywhere from 3 to 6:15 AM. That question now is where was Mr. Hicks during that span of time and what was he doing?
???:
Um, I've got something to say.
Edgeworth:
And you are...?
Meele:
Yeah, um... Oh! I'm Cammy Meele. I'm a flight attendant.
Edgeworth:
And what is it you wish to say?
Meele:
Well, I think your story is a little different from how I remember it.
Teneiro:
What do you mean, Cammy?
Meele:
I saw Mr. Hicks sitting in his seat at 5 AM, you know.
Edgeworth:
What? How can you be so sure of the time?
Teneiro:
Oh, that's right! He pushed his call button while we were parked at the transfer point.
Edgeworth:
Ah, the stop we made for refueling and cargo transfer in Zheng Fa, correct?
Teneiro:
Yes, it was from 4 to 5 AM according to our clocks.
Edgeworth:
And during that time, did any of passengers leave or did any new ones board this flight?
Teneiro:
No. Not a single person got off or on in Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
What about the flight crew?
Teneiro:
The few who were handling the cargo transfer might have temporarily gotten on or off... ...but eventually everyone, including Cammy and myself, came back on the plane.
Edgeworth:
(So basically, I can assume that no one left or got on since our initial take off. Interesting... I should keep that in mind.)
Refueling in Zheng Fa data jotted down in my Organizer.
Meele:
Yeah, and I answered his call. I can tell you Mr. Akbey Hicks was there in his seat when we took off again at 5 AM.
Ms. Meele's Testimony jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Alright, then that puts the time of the murder between 5 and 6:15 AM.
Meele:
OK, now what time did you come down to the lounge, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, I remember coming down here almost as soon as we left the Republic of Zheng Fa... Aaah!
Lablanc:
You! You were here the whole time from 5, yes!? Then you are the only one who could be the killer!
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth... Were you really here in this lounge the entire time from 5 AM onwards?
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, yes.
Teneiro:
But then, how do we explain the footprints?
Lablanc:
Is not that obvious!? This man waited for Mr. Hicks here in this lounge. Waited to kill him! And then he put the corpse into the elevator! That is when the turbulence happened! My eye-witness testimony may have been mistaken! But what time I saw Mr. Hicks enter the elevator on the second floor does not matter! Because the entire incident concluded here in this lounge!
Edgeworth:
(Everything happened in this lounge...?) Is that what you really believe, Mr. Lablanc?
Lablanc:
Wh...!? Do you have another idea!?
Edgeworth:
I simply feel that there is something out of place in the scenario you presented. (Is there something that can tie this crime to a location other than this lounge?)
Present Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The murder weapon... This little piggy bank is sold at the in-flight shop."
Present Grape Juice Footprints
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
These footprints. In which direction do you think these are headed?
Teneiro:
That would be... the in-flight shop.
Edgeworth:
Correct. They are headed in the direction of the shop.
Lablanc:
But they look disconnected! They end all of a sudden!
Edgeworth:
You are right to point out that they do not from one continuous trail to the shop. However, there is another piece of evidence that connects the shop to our crime scene. (Besides the footprints, what else points to the in-flight shop?)
Present Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The murder weapon... This little piggy bank is sold at the in-flight shop."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lablanc:
Hmph! I don't need to hear your wild desperation stories! "Grasping for weeds" I think is how you say it, yes!?
Edgeworth:
Agnrk...... I didn't mean to pull that piece out! The one that I meant to show you was...
Leads back to:
"(Besides the footprints, what else points to the in-flight shop?)"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Lablanc:
Hmph! I don't need to hear your wild desperation stories! "Grasping for weeds" I think is how you say it, yes!?
Edgeworth:
Agnrk...... I didn't mean to pull that piece out! I was a simple slip of the hand, I assure you!
Leads back to:
"(Is there something that can tie this crime to a location other than this lounge?)"
Edgeworth:
The murder weapon... This little piggy bank is sold at the in-flight shop. It is sold there and only there, and is not displayed here in this lounge! How, then, did it find its way here? Don't you find that a tiny bit suspicious?
Lablanc:
Hmph! Such a trivial point! It only means you prepared it, taking it from the shop first before coming here. It doesn't prove you are innocent at all!
Edgeworth:
Nnnrrrgh......... (Is there no way to win with this man!?)
Hold it!
Teneiro:
I-If I may...!
Lablanc:
What is it!?
Teneiro:
Um... You see...! Well, it's just as Mr. Edgeworth says!
Lablanc:
Oh? And why do you know so well?
Teneiro:
Well... it's just that... That piggy bank was there in the shop. I saw it with my own eyes.
Edgeworth:
And when was this?
Teneiro:
It was... maybe around 5:40 AM...?
Edgeworth:
...Isn't that just before we hit that patch of turbulence!?
Teneiro:
Th-That's right...
Lablanc:
You were in the shop just before the turbulence!?
Teneiro:
Um............ Yes, I was.
Edgeworth:
Come to think of it... Ms. Teneiro, when I found the body... ...I believe you came out of that door.
Teneiro:
Yes, I did...
Edgeworth:
And what is beyond that door?
Teneiro:
That's the flight attendants' room.
Lablanc:
Th-Then! You were on the first floor!?
Teneiro:
Yes... I had to do something at the shop and in the flight attendants' room. So I went to the shop first, and then to the flight attendant's room.
Edgeworth:
Are you saying you passed by me at some point?
Teneiro:
Yes. You seemed really into the issue of Sky Magazine you were reading at the time. I don't suppose you noticed me walking by...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, I vaguely recall someone walking by, but I didn't take notice of who it was.)
Teneiro:
Anyway! The piggy bank was definitely there at the shop when I went there.
Lablanc:
Why did you go to the shop in the first place?
Teneiro:
I... went there for a work-related matter.
Lablanc:
Work, you say?
Teneiro:
Yes... The upkeep of the shop is also one of my responsibilities.
Lablanc:
Why did you not say anything about that until now is what I want to know.
Teneiro:
.........
Edgeworth:
In any case, I believe it's clear that the shop needs to be investigated as well.
Teneiro:
Shall we head over there, then?
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What is it now!?
Meele:
Aren't you forgetting something, Ms. Rhoda...? Don't you need the captain's permission to check the shop?
Teneiro:
No, I haven't forgotten. But I have already asked him for permission to search the entire plane. So I think we're alright.
Meele:
Huh...? That's weird...
Edgeworth:
What is?
Meele:
Well, I just talked to the captain, see... ...and he said that he didn't give you permission to do anything like that at all.
Teneiro:
!
Edgeworth:
What is the meaning of this, Ms. Teneiro!?
Meele:
It means she's lying. Go on, admit that you are. You said you had permission to search all over, but you don't. And yet, here you are!
Teneiro:
.........
Lablanc:
...You, flight attendant! Wh-What are you trying to do!? Pull the sheep over us!?
Meele:
The captain's calling for you, Ms. Rhoda. Oh, but don't worry... I already got permission to search the shop from the captain. See, unlike you, I do things the right way.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro... Why would you do such a thing?
Teneiro:
.........Please excuse me.
Meele:
Looks like I get to be in charge now. Please go back to your seat, Mr. Lablanc. Now then, Mr. Edgeworth... ...if you would follow me, I will be your guide from now on.
Edgeworth:
(There's something about Ms. Teneiro that has piqued my curiosity. But right now, investigating the in-flight shop is my top priority.)
Stair to second floor
Meele:
Um.. .Weren't we going to go to the in-flight shop?
Edgeworth:
Of course. I still fully intend it.
Meele:
OK, well, the shop is over there. Don't forget now.
Blue door
Meele:
Mr. Edgeworth! That's the attendants' room!
Edgeworth:
Ah, please excuse me. It was a simple mistake.
Meele:
You made a mistake, didn't you!? Why don't you just come out and say it?
Edgeworth:
That's exactly what I just said. I made a small mistake.
Meele:
............
Edgeworth:
Don't nod off while I'm talking!
Glasses
Edgeworth:
(These bottles and glasses must have been broken by the turbulence.) There is quite a bit of broken glass here. Please be careful when passing through the area.
Meele:
............ Huh? Did you say something?
Edgeworth:
I said that there is glass here, and to be careful...
Meele:
............ But why?
Edgeworth:
(Obviously, common sense does not register, even as a blip, on this girl's radar!)
Piano
Edgeworth:
(A piano... It's been a while since I played one of these. It might not be a bad idea to brush up a bit after all this time. Of course, that's contingent on the outcome of this case! It's time to get investigating!)
Cammy Meele
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele! About investigating the in-flight shop...
Meele:
............
Edgeworth:
You're of no use to me asleep! Wake up!
Meele:
*yawn* Huh? What's up?
Edgeworth:
I-I need you to come with me so I can search the shop...
Meele:
Go on ahead without me. *yawn* I'll catch up with you later.
Edgeworth:
(How has this woman not been fired yet?)
Zinc Lablanc II
Lablanc:
Ooooooh, I am really mad! You had better hurry and bring to me some evidence!
Edgeworth:
If you could wait just a little longer while we look into the shop...
Lablanc:
Hmph! Don't number the birds before they are born!
Edgeworth:
(Don't number the... What...? I have no idea what he's trying to say. "Don't count your chicken before they hatch" perhaps...?) All I ask of you is your patience and cooperation.
Windows
Edgeworth:
(These counter windows offer a glimpse of the sky, but these clouds, they tell me nothing... Ack! Now's not the time for me to stand here making up soliloquies!)
Magazines
Edgeworth:
There are a few copies of Sky Magazine in the magazine rack. The special this month is an English trivia quiz. Of course, I have never uttered a single grammatically incorrect sentence in my life.
Lablanc:
What is it!? Why are you looking at me for? Hurry and go do your investigating! I do not believe in this "making haste slowly" saying you have in English!
Statue on left
Edgeworth:
There's something written on the pedestal... "Here lies Hugo Ifly" ............? I don't think that's what they meant to write...
Toppled-over chair
Edgeworth:
(This toppled-over chair... Yet another victim of the turbulence.) There's something written on the back: "In honor of Rocker Pals' Day"...? I have the distinct impression that this chair has nothing to do with the case.
Body
Edgeworth:
(I've already finished examining this area, but it never hurts to look again.)
Floor
Edgeworth:
(There is money strewn all over the floor of the elevator. I guess this was all in Mr. Hicks's wallet before the incident...)
Body
Edgeworth:
I doubt anyone was expecting to find a dead body in an elevator on this flight. For the victim's sake, I will do anything in my power to bring this to a speedy end.
Pocket
Edgeworth:
It looks like there was just the one picture in this pocket.
Figure
Edgeworth:
The Mr. Ifly here was probably used to hit the victim on the back of the head.
Grape juice stains
Edgeworth:
Considering which way these prints are pointed, it's likely the killer went into the shop. I should really make my way over there now.
Table
Edgeworth:
Glasses and candles are thrown into disarray by the turbulence. Seeing this reminds me of the ferocity of that last patch. And of... ...No, I can't do this anymore. I've overcome that already. I won't let past traumas control me for the rest of my life.
Statue on right
Edgeworth:
A pity that a bronze statue knows not when good drink has been split at its feet. Odd... Compared to the one on the left, this statue appears to be slouching a little. ...It must be the altitude. Yes, that's it.
March 12, 8:32 AMFlight I-390, First FloorIn-Flight Shop
Edgeworth:
(So this is the in-flight shop...) It's a quite mess in here...
Meele:
You think? Guess I'll have to clean things up then, tee hee.
Edgeworth:
Hold on! You can't "clean up" a potential crime scene!
Meele:
Ohhh, thank goodness! I hate cleaning soooo much.
Edgeworth:
(I mustn't rush things here. I must remain cool, calm and collected. Because this piggy bank (Murder Weapon: Mr. Ifly - The blood on it is still fresh... Could this be the murder weapon?) was left at the crime scene... ...there is a very good chance that the killer had paid this place a visit.)
Begin Investigation
In-Flight Shop
Logic
"Tiny captain's hat" and "Murder weapon: Mr. Ifly"
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... The hat probably used to be on the piggy bank's head. Let's give it a go and see...) I believe this piggy bank was forcibly removed from this display case. (Does this mean that the killer broke the glass to get at it...?)
Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank data updated in my Organizer.
Meele:
Eeeeeehhhh? Really?
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me you don't know what things go where in this shop.
Meele:
Well, I don't! Ms. Rhoda's in charge of this place. So, come on, how should I know anything?
Edgeworth:
(I sense that further inspection of this display case is needed.)
Meele:
Well? What do you think, Mr. Edgeworth? Don't you think that's worth investigating?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It would appear that this figurine is our murder weapon.
Meele:
Oh, I just knew it! I mean, I can't think of any other connection!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, perhaps Master of the Oblivious would be more befitting...)
"Suitcase" and "Turbulence"
Leads to:
"Yes... There is definitely something wrong here!"
Cammy Meele
Meele:
I don't know much about this shop, but you can still ask me about whatever.
Notice anything?
Edgeworth:
So what do you think about what has happened regarding this case?
Meele:
Oh, I don't know. I guess I think you're the killer, though, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
I can assure you that I'm here in this shop to prove just the opposite...!
Meele:
Yeah, but it was me that got you the permission to look around, you know. So don't forget that, OK?
Edgeworth:
How am I supposed to thank you properly if you insist on falling asleep!?
Meele:
Well, you know what'd really show your thanks? You see that item for sale over there?
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but you're going to have to make due with my words of appreciation.
About the shop (appears after examining broken glass in Broken Display Case, before deduce)
Meele:
I cut my finger on those bad pieces of glass.
Edgeworth:
Don't blame the glass for something you did to yourself. Just be more careful.
Meele:
Same to you! You're the one walking all over broken glass. You sure you're OK?
Edgeworth:
I'm fine. Any glass I walk on, I crush... like this!
Meele:
That's nice. Please be careful around the display case, OK? Wouldn't want you to get hurt.
Edgeworth:
Compared to the glass around my feet, the inside of the case is nothing to be afraid of. After all, no glass fragments appear to have ended up inside.
Meele:
Then I guess even you can tidy up the case, right?
Edgeworth:
Perish the thought!
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Meele:
Ooh, I'd love to have this piece of jewelry. Can I have it?
Edgeworth:
N-No, you may not! This is a Prosecutor's Badge...
Meele:
Pooey. Then why did you show it to me?
Edgeworth:
I wanted to prove to you that I really am a prosecutor. And that it's not possible for a prosecutor like me to commit such a crime as...
Meele:
..................
Edgeworth:
(I see that I'm just watching my time with Cousin Hair here.)
Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Meele:
Ms. Rhoda said that this piggy bank was in this shop, right? Don't you find her a tiiiny bit suspicious?
Edgeworth:
I don't think I can say either way yet. There's not enough evidence to convince me that she was lying about anything back there.
Meele:
Are you sure about that...?
Refueling in Zheng Fa
Meele:
Like I said earlier... ...I was the one answering people's calls while we were refueling in Zheng Fa. And Mr. Hicks was in his seat at the time.
Edgeworth:
What time was that again?
Meele:
He called at around 5 AM. You were at your seat around then too, you know.
Edgeworth:
I do recall people calling for service at around that time. (Even if this turns out to be a waste of time, I must stand firm. I just know that there is a vital clue ot two awaiting me here in this shop.)
Anything else
Meele:
So what is that? Are you going to give it to me? Oh, but I'm not supposed to accept any presents. ...Unless they're really worth something.
Flowers
Edgeworth:
Beautiful flowers in a beautiful arrangement. (I feel cleansed just by looking at them...)
Meele:
Mr. Edgeworth, you're getting pollen all over.
Edgeworth:
Oh... Excuse me.
Display case on down left
Edgeworth:
Inside this display case is a row of lifesavers and life vests for sale.
Meele:
We sell a lot of those when there's some kind of accident or something. But some people buy them even when nothing's going on. How about it, Mr. Edgeworth? Care to buy one?
Edgeworth:
(I sense that this shop is one shopper away from being sued.)
Suitcases
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are these...?
Meele:
Oh, those are our company's completely original line of suitcases! They're practically flying out the door! That's how popular they are! You should buy one and see how you like it! You won't regret it!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps that's how things work on this flight, but in the real world you try, then buy.
Meele:
No way! But either way, it doesn't really matter.
Edgeworth:
(True. Either way, why would anyone buy a suitcase AFTER they've boarded the plane?)
Meele:
Anyway, see that? Just look at all the Mr. Ifly heads painted on there! Cute company mascot, isn't he!? They're painted on with a lot of care. Doesn't he look like he's about to jump out at you?
Edgeworth:
...It is certainly making something jump inside my stomach!
Meele:
Huh...? Oh, I guess there's no fooling your refined tastes!
Edgeworth:
?
Meele:
You looked like you really wanted to get one... ...and I thought I was going to finally make my first sale, but you saw right through it. Glad that's done though. Never make me try to give you a sales pitch ever again, OK?
Edgeworth:
But I never showed any interest in it to begin with!
Meele:
Tee hee! It really is pretty horrible, isn't it? You want to know something? This suitcase was designed by Ms. Rhoda!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro designed this?
Meele:
Yeah. It was a company-wide contest.
Edgeworth:
Um, well... It does have a very sharp design sense.
Meele:
Ha ha, "sharp"? Like stinky sharp cheddar, maybe. I really have no idea why the big wigs decided to go with it. It's so... bleh.
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Teneiro designed this, did she? ...It's definitely not what I would've expected...) Aaaaaaaaah!
Meele:
You OK!?
Edgeworth:
I-I'm fine! Please watch yourself, Ms. Meele! (Letting a suitcase (Suitcase - Plane's shaking caused it to roll. In-flight suitcase displays can be hazardous.) freely roll around has got to be a safety violation...)
Meele:
Here, I'll put it back.
Suitcases (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
(Suitcases designed by Ms. Teneiro... That's one sharp design.)
Display case on up
Edgeworth:
There is a wide selection of souvenirs for sale in these display cases.
Meele:
You know what I'd suggest...?
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but I have no intention of buying souvenirs on this trip.
Meele:
OK, then how about you buy something for me then? As a present!
Edgeworth:
I can't think of a single reason why I'd want to buy you anything.
Meele:
But I've had my eye on that pendant for such a loooong time.
Edgeworth:
Try paying some attention to me when I ask you something, and then we'll talk.
Display case on down right
Edgeworth:
(There are all kinds of luxury name-brand merchandise for sale in this display case. And they're lined up in just such a manner as to scream, "Buy me!" to any passers-by.)
Broken display case
Edgeworth:
(The glass from this display case's door is shattered all over the floor. And it looks like there's nothing on display inside either. Hmm? Wait, actually, I think there is something... What's this...? A mini captain's hat (Tiny Captain's Hat - It's a tiny captain's hat...? Hmm... I swear I've seen one of these before...)...?)
Meele:
We sell a lot of those when there's some kind of accident or something. But some people buy them even when nothing's going on. How about it, Mr. Edgeworth? Care to buy one?
Edgeworth:
(I sense that this shop is one shopper away from being sued.)
Broken display case (after connecting Mr. Ifly Logic)
Before deduce
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deduce
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Display case on left
Edgeworth:
Is this the same man as the one portrayed by the statues around the elevator?
Meele:
Yeah, that's a paperweight of the founder of iFly Airlines, Mr. Hugo Ifly. On the bottom shelf we have the cute one, the middle shelf is the realistic one... ...and on the top shelf......... That's the floral version.
Edgeworth:
F-Floral...? Are you sure about that? Let me guess. You just said the first thing that came to your mind, right?
Meele:
............
Edgeworth:
(Looks I hit the bull's-eye.)
Broken display case
Edgeworth:
(The glass on this door is broken... Perhaps it was the killer who broke it in order to take the piggy bank? But it's a bit odd that the inside of the case is so devoid of glass shards. Plus, the glass broke rather cleanly...)
Meele:
Aaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What is it!?
Meele:
I... I touched the glass, and it cut my finger!
Edgeworth:
.........
Meele:
It hurts, Mr. Edgeworth! It hurts!
Edgeworth:
...Please tell me you can deal with such a minor cut on your own!
Broken display case (after deduce)
Edgeworth:
There's not a single piece of glass inside the display case. Which means that the glass was broken from the inside out. The piggy bank must've fallen over from the turbulence and right through the glass. Which leads me to believe that the killer took the Mr. Ifly from here after the turbulence. (But that would also mean that the piggy bank could not be the murder weapon...)
Locks
Edgeworth:
(For security, there's a lock on this display case.) Ms. Meele, if I may ask you about this lock...
Meele:
Ummm... The one who's in charge of this shop is Ms. Rhoda, so... ...she's got the keys to all of the display cases.
Edgeworth:
I see...
Meele:
Oh! I bet you want to buy something! Do you want me to go get the key from her?
Edgeworth:
No, t-that's alright...
Books
Edgeworth:
iFly Airlines related books line this shelf. "The History of iFly Airlines" "The Future of iFly Airlines" "The Seven Wonders of iFly" "Fight On! iFly Airlines" "Working Name: GoYou Airlines" "i♥Fly-----------ing" The titles make it very clear that they won't be making the top-sellers list anytime soon.
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce empty shelf and Present Mr. iFly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"There is definitely something very unusual about this!"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Meele:
Do you need something?
Edgeworth:
Th-This piece of evidence is...
Meele:
Is...?
Edgeworth:
No, nevermind. Temporary lapse. (I'm thinking too hard about when the glass broke. It's simple... What was here when the glass broke...?)
Edgeworth:
There is definitely something very unusual about this!
Meele:
About what?
Edgeworth:
If the killer had broken the glass to get at the Mr. Ifly bank... ...there should be shards of glass inside the case itself.
Meele:
Ooooooh, I see! Yeah, I guess it'd be like that!
Edgeworth:
However, there's not a single piece of glass inside the display case.
Meele:
Nope! No, there isn't!
Edgeworth:
Which means that the glass was broken from the inside out. The piggy bank must've fallen over from the turbulence and right through the glass.
Meele:
Yeah, that's for sure There's so much glass all over the floor.
Edgeworth:
I'm willing to bet that this hat was knocked off its head at that time, too.
Meele:
.........Eh!? ......That's nice.
Edgeworth:
Which leads me to believe... ...that the killer took the Mr. Ifly from here after the turbulence (Turbulence - The plane shook so much during it that it made a huge mess of the shop.)!
Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank data updated in my Organizer.
Meele:
..................zzz.
Edgeworth:
Take your power naps on your own time, Ms. Meele, and listen when I'm talking!
Meele:
Wah!
Edgeworth:
But the murder occurred before the turbulence... ...which rules this piggy bank out as the murder weapon.
Meele:
So you mean the bank's not the real murder weapon? It's a fake?
Edgeworth:
Yes, at this point, that is a very real possibility.
Meele:
Um, but then what if when the killer went to take Mr. Ifly... ...they broke the glass by accident?
Edgeworth:
The display case is locked, so that's highly unlikely.
Meele:
...Yeah, but there's one person who could've.
Edgeworth:
Oh? And who would that be?
Meele:
Ms. Rhoda, of course. I mean, she's the one in charge of this place, so she has the keys to everything.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Rhoda Teneiro, huh...
Stuffed toys
Edgeworth:
Stuffed toys, just like the one Ms. Meele is holding, are on display here. (They're relatively cheap, which explains why they're displayed so hapazardly...)
Meele:
How about it, Mr. Edgeworth? You know you want one, too. They're great for when you're stressed.
Edgeworth:
(Why do I envision stuffed animal abuse when she says that...?)
Examine evidence
Hat on Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
The hat on its head was found inside a display case in the in-flight shop. I wonder if that fact has any bearing on this case...?
Edgeworth:
Yes... There is definitely something wrong here!
Meele:
Wh-What's with the sudden yelling!?
Edgeworth:
Tell me, Ms. Meele, don't you think there's something strange about there suitcases?
Meele:
Oh, well, sure... They totally ooze "strange". Like the color and the such...
Edgeworth:
That's not what I'm talking now! Now pay attention!
Meele:
Aaah! You're scaring me, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
S-Sorry... Ahem. These suitcases are lined up a bit too prim and proper.
Meele:
Yeah, they look a bit uptight, don't they? But I guess they take after their creator, hee hee!
Edgeworth:
Again, that's not what I meant, Ms. Meele. Don't you find it unusual that these cases are the only things undisturbed by the turbulence? (...Never mind. I'd sooner find an answer by inspecting these suitcases myself.) Upon closer inspection, they really are quite hideous.
Meele:
Tee hee... I wonder how Ms. Rhoda would've reacted if she'd heard what you just said.
Edgeworth:
.........
Meele:
What's wrong?
Edgeworth:
(...She makes a good point. It would be wise of me to watch what I say out loud.) What's this? I've spotted something that's not quite right... (What is so unusual about this suitcase?)
Present wheel of left suitcase
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There's something very peculiar about these wheels."
Present suitcases
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Meele:
Yeah, I figured you thought the design was odd, too.
Edgeworth:
I never said the design was odd...!
Meele:
Yeah, yeah...
Edgeworth:
Please don't give me that attitude! (Argh! I can't let her get me all riled up. Time to calmly take another good, hard look.)
Leads back to:
"(What is so unusual about this suitcase?)"
Present price tag of suitcase
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Meele:
Yeah, no matter how you cut it, the price is a bit odd, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
Th-That wasn't what I was pointing out to be odd... (The answer should come to me if I think back on all that has happened here!)
Leads back to:
"(What is so unusual about this suitcase?)"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is what so odd!
Meele:
I don't think it's that strange at all.
Edgeworth:
W-Well, maybe not to that extent... ahem. (I mustn't over-think this. I should let the answer come to me.)
Leads back to:
"(What is so unusual about this suitcase?)"
Edgeworth:
There's something very peculiar about these wheels.
Meele:
Huh? As in?
Edgeworth:
As in... ...there are no stoppers in place on these. Without stoppers, one would think that the turbulence would have sent it flying.
Meele:
...And?
Edgeworth:
*sigh* And so, it is very likely that this suitcase was placed here after we hit that turbulence! Let's take a closer look at it, shall we?
Examine front side of suitcase
Edgeworth:
This was apparently designed by Ms. Teneiro herself. The design has a certain... je ne sais quoi about it. Yes... Perhaps that is the best way to put it...
Examine price tag
Edgeworth:
A $1,200 price tag... Not exactly priced by someone with a conscience, I'd say.
Examine wheel on up right
Edgeworth:
(What's this? The wheel is completely covered in something... This color and this scent... It appears the substance in question is grape juice. But why would there be juice on the wheel of a suitcase?)
Examine lock
Leads to:
"Hmm, it would appear to be unlocked. Let's take a look at what's inside."
Edgeworth:
Hmm, it would appear to be unlocked. Let's take a look at what's inside. A piece of cloth... ...And it's soaked with blood!
Meele:
Aaaaah! It's... It's blood!
Edgeworth:
It appears that this suitcase... ...is very strongly tied to our murder after all!
Investigation Complete
Meele:
So explain this to me...? What does this suitcase have to do with the murder?
Edgeworth:
I believe it's pretty safe to say that the killer used this suitcase in some manner. Such as to move something perhaps?
Meele:
Ehhhh... But aren't you just talking about the cloth then?
Edgeworth:
That alone is too small. A larger item would be needed to move what I'm thinking of. The "thing" I believe the killer used this suitcase to transport is...
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Something that would fit inside a suitcase that is also covered in blood..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Meele:
............
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele! Wake up!
Meele:
Huh? Did you say something just now, Mr. Edgeworth? I mean, I don't know... but I don't think that's it...
Edgeworth:
Oh, this? No, no, I was just seeing if you were awake. My real explanation begins now.
Meele:
............
Edgeworth:
(Is she really asleep...?)
Leads back to:
"The "thing" I believe the killer used this suitcase to transport is..."
Edgeworth:
Something that would fit inside a suitcase that is also covered in blood... Sounds like a dead body, doesn't it?
iFly Suitcase data jotted down in my Organizer.
Bloody Cloth data jotted down in my Organizer.
Meele:
But... But...
Examine evidence
Bloody cloth in iFly Suitcase
Edgeworth:
This cloth was most likely in here with the body... Just what was this suitcase used for?
Blood in corner inside iFly Suitcase
Edgeworth:
Why would there be blood inside a suitcase like this...?
Blood on Bloody Cloth
Edgeworth:
For there to be this much blood on this piece of cloth... Was the victim wrapped in it at some point? Hmm... There's something very familiar sbout this fabric pattern...
Edgeworth:
In light of this, I'd say that Mr. Hicks was moved into the elevator from someplace else. Which means that the murder was committed in an entirely different location!
Meele:
......... So you're saying that after moving the body into the elevator... ...the killer brought the suitcase in here and just left it?
Edgeworth:
Exactly.
Meele:
.........
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Meele:
Um, nothing... Just that... ...I was thinking about what Ms. Rhoda said about coming here for something...
Edgeworth:
!
Teneiro:
Excuse me, Mr. Edgeworth... I wanted to give you a bit more time... ...but I'm afraid I wasn't able to convince the captain. I'm very sorry, Mr. Edgeworth. but the captain feels that he has allowed you ample time. He says that he'd appreciate it if you could wrap it up here and return to your seat.
Edgeworth:
I understand his sentiments, however, if I'm not allowed to complete my investigation... ...the crime scene may become contaminated by the time we land. If I must stop, then I insist I be allowed to oversee the preservation of the two sites. ...Under your supervision, of course.
Teneiro:
If that's your only condition, then I believe we can accommodate your wishes. I'm here to assist you in any way that I can, Mr. Edgeworth.
Meele:
Sounds like fun! We can camp out and watch over everything together!
Edgeworth:
(I've found proof that the real crime scene was not in the lounge... ...and I have enough evidence to prove myself to be innocent of any wrongdoing... And yet... Regarding that Ms. Meele reminded me about Ms. Teneiro... I can't allow my investigation to end here! The truth must come to light!)
To be continued.
March 12, 1:00 PMHope Springs Airport
Edgeworth:
(I know that once we had landed... ...I'm supposed to let the local police take over... And thanks to Ms. Teneiro and Ms. Meele, I was able to preserve the crime scene... But I just can't shake it. I wasn't able to talk with Ms. Teneiro in private... ...so I'm left wondering just what was she up to? Why did she do what she did? There must be a way for me to continue my investigation.)
???:
I've been expecting you, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Franziska? I thought you were still in Germany...
Franziska:
I go where I am needed. And wherever there are criminals to be caught.
Edgeworth:
(Her name is Franziska von Karma. The daughter of my mentor, Manfred von Karma, she, like myself, is a prosecutor.) Are you heading up this case? It would be a bit of a relief if you are...
Franziska:
Don't you try to flatter me! Miles Edgeworth... I'm placing you under arrest.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!?
Franziska:
It's quite frustrating, actually. I had hoped to exact my revenge on you in a different venue... ...but I'll have to take what I can get. I never thought I'd see the day... ...when a disciple of the house of Von Karma would become a criminal! Have you no shame!?
Edgeworth:
Wait! It has all been a big misunderstanding! I didn't kill the victim!
Franziska:
A misunderstanding!? I heard all about the murder over the police radio from the captain himself. You waited for the victim on the first floor, and then beat him to death.
Edgeworth:
Franziska, do you honestly believe that I killed a man?
Franziska:
.................. I suppose I should reserve judgement until after I have investigated this for myself. I can put your arrest on hold until then.
Edgeworth:
That's as it should be.
Franziska:
Hah! I don't need a lecture on how to perform my duties from you of all people. "To be perfect in everyway." The fulfillemnt of that creed alone is all I strive for!
Edgeworth:
Well, I have my own creed which I must fulfill, so why don't we solve this together?
Franziska:
...I have to get going. The crime scene awaits. Don't you dare leave town.
Edgeworth:
Trust me, I had no intention to.
Franziska:
Detective Gumshoe!
???:
Yes, sir!
Franziska:
Too slow!
Gumshoe:
Owww!
Franziska:
Listen up. I'm leaving you in charge of watching this man. Don't mess up, understand!?
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!? I'm supposed to guard him!?
Franziska:
A simple yes or no, Detective!
Gumshoe:
Ack! Yes, sir! Understood, sir! You just leave it to me!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. If you interfere with my investigation, I'll arrest you on the spot. Are we clear? Now then, if you'll excuse me.
Gumshoe:
Good to see you again, Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Boy am I glad to see you're OK!
Edgeworth:
Thank you, Detective.
Gumshoe:
I believe in you, sir! You can lean on me! I'll get you through this!
Edgeworth:
(I have to admit I'm a bit curious as to what Franziska is up to. Maybe I should ask the good detective...) Very well. In that case, I have a few questions for you.
Gate
Edgeworth:
(I should try to get some information out of Detective Gumshoe first.)
Counter
Edgeworth:
I can't believe there's no one manning the counter when a murder has just occurred.
Window
Edgeworth:
What a view of the planes preparing for takeoff. Besides the turbulence, they're really not all that bad as a mode of transportation.
Dick Gumshoe
Initial investigation
Edgeworth:
So how is the initial investigation going?
Gumshoe:
We just shipped the body off to the coroner's office... ...and we're taking statements now, sir!
Edgeworth:
That sounds like Franziska. She was always good at quick responses to a case.
Gumshoe:
I'd say she was, uh... a little too quick, sir.
Edgeworth:
Oh? How so?
Gumshoe:
Uh... Um...! I rushed on over as soon as I got word of the affair, sir! But somehow, when I got here... ...Ms. von Karma was already here barking out orders at everyone! It was kinda creepy! As though she knew there had been a murder or something... ...and had come in advance to await your flight's arrival!
Edgeworth:
(That is sort of odd. She did show up rather quickly, and out of the blue. Plus, I still don't know why she's here in America... There must be some backstory to all of this.)
Franziska von Karma
Gumshoe:
Ms. von Karma just kinda popped up at the Prosecutor's Office about a week ago, sir. Something about chasing down leads related to a certain incident...
Edgeworth:
No details?
Gumshoe:
It's kinda top-secret, so she can't talk about it, even with me, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Knowing her, the only type of talking she likes to do is with her whip. Plus, I doubt the top secret part was what stopped her from talking to you, Detective. Although, I wonder if her case has anything to do with mine...?)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth, I think something just fell out of your pocket.
Edgeworth:
Hm? What are you.........gnrk!
Gumshoe:
S-So did something fall out or not? I didn't, um, get a good look, sir!
Edgeworth:
...It doesn't concern you, so don't worry about it. (My Prosecutor's Badge, of all things! Gumshoe must never know that I dropped it!)
Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Gumshoe:
Wh-Wh-Wh-What is this... this raccoon-looking thing!?
Edgeworth:
It's not a raccoon. It's the mascot of iFly Airlines. His name is Mr. Ifly, and apparently, he's supposed to be a monkey.
Gumshoe:
Ooooooooooh! I'm feeling some inspiration coming ooooooon! I'm going to make a piggy bank out of the police mascot, the Blue Badger! Then, whenever there's any loose change lying around the precinct, it can go in there!
Edgeworth:
Sure, sounds great. (...As long as it isn't any of my money.)
iFly suitcase
Gumshoe:
So! This design! It's so post-modern, sir!
Edgeworth:
...Post-modern, you say?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, especially this alien-shaped handle here. You can really feel a connection.
Edgeworth:
...A connection. right. Detective, please stop with your horrible impression of an art critic.
Gumshoe:
But I was only telling you my honest feelings, sir...
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, this is...
Gumshoe:
Oh! Is that for me!? Aww, you shouldn't have, sir! But I'll gladly take anything you want to give to me!
Edgeworth:
Hands off, Detective! This item is related to the case!
Gumshoe:
O-Oh... So, um, what about it did you want to ask me about...?
Edgeworth:
...Forget I asked, Detective.
Boy
Edgeworth:
This child seems to be happily enjoying the sight of so many planes.
Boy:
Wow!!! I'd love to take a run down that runaway!
Edgeworth:
............Oh, the youth of today. So much potential, yet so misguided.
Sal Manella
Edgeworth:
Hm? Looking from behind... I think I've seen this man somewhere before...
Passenger:
OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM! In Soviet Russia, World Flags Lunchboxes eat j00! Urrr...Nnn...F... (>_<;) Found it! LAWL!! Ooh! I feel a wave of CR34T1V3 POW3RZ coming ON! It's over 9000!!! LULZ! For my next L33T movie, it's gonna be "The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo"... versus "The World Samurai: Champion of the Earth"! It's gonna r0x0rz so many b0x0rz!
Edgeworth:
So the Steel Samurai is finally getting a movie...
Customer and vendor
Edgeworth:
Hmm... "Lunchland"... Not bad. I guess it's gotten big enough to warrant its own branch shops.
Customer:
Hmm... Which should I go with?
Vendor:
I recommend our airport special, World Flags Lunchboxes! Only available for a limited time! We have a variety of lunchboxes made up to look like different countries' flags!
Edgeworth:
...I wonder if they're aiming to take Lunchland to the international market?
Sitting man
Edgeworth:
This man was in First Class with me. He was quite shaken up by the whole affair.
Passenger:
*quiver*... I... I did it... I made it the whole flight... I'm not scared of turbulence anymore!
Edgeworth:
He must have been pretty scared. He's repeating the same thing over and over to himself.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, that's about all the info I have, sir. We should find out more as we investigate.
Edgeworth:
(Yes, it is high time to resume my investigation. Starting with talking to the people involved in this case afresh.)
Counter
Edgeworth:
I can't believe there's no one manning the counter when a murder has just occurred.
Gumshoe:
Relax, Mr. Edgeworth! I'm here! I'll make sure nothing else happens!
Edgeworth:
(You are precisely why I can't relax.)
Window
Edgeworth:
What a view of the planes preparing for takeoff.
Gumshoe:
I wanna ride a plane someday and go overseas!
Edgeworth:
...Have you never been to another country before, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Nope, not yet, sir! I don't even have a passport! But I've been saving up for that eventual "someday"! A penny a day to be precise!
Edgeworth:
(At that rate, he won't be making any trips until well after retirement!)
Boy
Edgeworth:
This child seems to be happily enjoying the sight of so many planes.
Gumshoe:
I'm all excited to see this many planes, too! Just look at the size of these things!
Boy:
Do you like planes, too, mister? The balance between the main wings and the tail wings is really something, huh!?
Edgeworth:
Hah... It seems that this child derives his pleasure from a different aspect.
Gumshoe:
Oh, but I've also got a thing for the shape of the wings, too!
Boy:
Here, mister! You can stand next to me! So about that plane's wing...
Edgeworth:
(Tsk! Thank you, Detective, for leaving me out of this conversation!)
Sal Manella
Edgeworth:
Hm? Looking from behind... I think I've seen this man somewhere before...
Passenger:
OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM! In Soviet Russia, World Flags Lunchboxes eat j00! Urrr...Nnn...F... (>_<;)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! We've gotta get him some water!
Passenger:
Found it! LAWL!! Ooh! I feel a wave of CR34T1V3 POW3RZ coming ON! It's over 9000!!! LULZ! For my next L33T movie, it's gonna be "The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo"... versus "The World Samurai: Champion of the Earth"! It's gonna r0x0rz so many b0x0rz!
Gumshoe:
Phew! Good thing it was a false alarm, right, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
So the Steel Samurai is finally getting a movie...
Gumshoe:
......Completely ignoring me, as usual. *whimper*
Customer and vendor
Edgeworth:
Hmm... "Lunchland"... Not bad. I guess it's gotten big enough to warrant its own branch shops.
Gumshoe:
Ooh! I've always wanted to give their Steak Lunch a try!
Customer:
Hmm... Which should I go with?
Vendor:
I recommend our airport special, World Flags Lunchboxes! Only available for a limited time! We have a variety of lunchboxes made up to look like different countries' flags!
Edgeworth:
If you really want one that badly, Detective, why don't you go ahead and buy one?
Gumshoe:
I-Is that OK, sir!? Thanks! Alright, then I'm really gonna get one! Here I go! Excuse me, miss! I'll take a Star-Spangled Banner Lunchbox, please!
Edgeworth:
(...I hope he's aware that's the most expensive one on the menu.)
Sitting man
Edgeworth:
This man was in First Class with me. He was quite shaken up by the whole affair.
Gumshoe:
I'd be pretty scared too if I got caught up in a murder investigation, sir.
Passenger:
*quiver*... I... I did it... I made it the whole flight... I'm not scared of turbulence anymore! *quiver*... This life vest is proof I made it alive. It's now my prized possession.
Edgeworth:
...How could you just take that from the plane!?
Gumshoe:
It's OK, Mr. Edgeworth. It's got nothing to do with the murder, at least.
Examine evidence
Bloody cloth in iFly suitcase
Gumshoe:
So get this, sir! I bet the victim used this suitcase as his hiding place!
Edgeworth:
...Ex-Excuse me?
Gumshoe:
You know! To stow away onto this flight, sir! He must've been inside all along! But someone found him out and that's when *bam* he was killed! Actually, that was the plot of a movie I saw recently...!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. Get your head out of the theater and back into reality.
Blood in corner inside iFly Suitcase
Gumshoe:
That's the victim's blood... Right, sir?
Edgeworth:
I suspect so, but we won't know much more until it's been processed by forensics.
Gumshoe:
Well, it's a good thing no one wanted to buy this suitcase!
Edgeworth:
...How so?
Gumshoe:
Imagine the shock on their face when they go to open it and out pops a dead body!
Edgeworth:
...I suppose. (Although it's really nothing to get all shocked over.)
March 12, 1:37 PMFlight I-390, Second FloorFirst Class
Franziska:
So you must be the captain.
Captain:
Why, yes, I am! And who might you be?
Franziska:
I am the Prodigy Prosecutor, Franziska von Karma, and I have a few questions for you.
Meele:
Ahhh, don't you dare, Captain! Getting friendly with another woman... I'll never forgive if you do!
Captain:
Wh-What are you talking about? I-I only have eyes for you, my dear Cammy!
Edgeworth:
(I wouldn't bet money on our dear captain to be much of a reputable person.)
Gumshoe:
Sure you don't want to ask the captain some questions, sir?
Edgeworth:
He was in the cockpit the entire time. I highly doubt he would know anything of use. Anyway, I like to leave that type of witness to Franziska and her whip.
Captain:
Aaaaaaaaah!!!
March 12, 1:40 PMFlight I-390, First FloorLounge
???:
Now see here!!!
Gumshoe:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm SOOOOOOOOOORRY!!
Lablanc:
How long do you intend to hold me!? It is impossible for me to be the criminal! I told you!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc...
Lablanc:
Oh, it is you! Tell this man to stop stopping me from going! Time is money! I don't have even one second of wasteful time to spend!
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
Notice anything?
Edgeworth:
Anything of interest, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Um, well, I can say that I don't quite know everything about the situation yet... ...so I was just telling myself that I should go ask someone about the stuff I don't know! I mean, just because I don't know it doesn't mean someone else might not know it, right!?
Edgeworth:
(It must be my imagination, but for a second, I think I actually understood his logic!)
Blue door or police officer
Officer:
Sir, you can't go in there.
Edgeworth:
I'm Miles Edgeworth. I am one of the prosecutors on this case, so please let me through.
Officer:
I'm very sorry, sir. No one is allowed to enter without Ms. von Karma's express permission.
Edgeworth:
But I'm on the case...
Officer:
Yes, I understand that, but... ...I also have explicit instructions not to let you through from Ms. von Karma.
Edgeworth:
(Grrr... Why would you do this to me, Franziska...?)
Piano
Gumshoe:
They've got a piano on this plane!? Hey! Do you think I can try it out, sir?
Edgeworth:
I'd think you would know better than to randomly touch things at a crime scene, Detective! Besides, I didn't know you knew how to play.
Gumshoe:
Of course I do! I'm practically proficient!
Edgeworth:
(Interesting... The things you learn about people on a daily basis.)
Gumshoe:
I can get Do and Re to come out just right, sir!
Edgeworth:
Two notes does not a proficient pianist make, Detective.
Windows
Gumshoe:
Oh, man... there's a really pretty lady in that plane over there. Aaaaaaack! She's looking over here! Quick, sir! Wave at her with me, please!
Edgeworth:
I refuse to be your wingman on this!
Magazines
Edgeworth:
(There are a few copies of Sky Magazine in the magazine rack.)
Gumshoe:
This month's special... Oh, looks like it's an English trivia quiz. Oh, I've got one! What starts with "i" and means "boldly rude" and "disrespectful"?
Edgeworth:
(The answer is most definitely "insolent".)
Gumshoe:
Time's up! Sorry, sir, but the correct answer is "insolvent"!
Edgeworth:
(Detective Gumshoe... Don't tell me your English ability is at the same level as "him"...)
Statue on left
Gumshoe:
Hey! This statue...
Edgeworth:
What about it, Detective? Did you notice something?
Gumshoe:
I saw this guy in a dream last night! The resemblance is uncanny, sir!
Edgeworth:
You saw him in your dreams?
Gumshoe:
Well, yeah. I saw him, and then I arrested him! I wanted to show you just how vital I am in our partnership!
Edgeworth:
(Being useful in your sleep is of no help to me in the real world, Detective.)
Toppled-over chair
Gumshoe:
Ah! Mr. Edgeworth! You have to see this chair!! It says, "In honor of Rocker Pals' Day".
Edgeworth:
And what exactly is the big deal with these "Rocker Pals"?
Gumshoe:
They're a seriously sweet Swiss super-star rock band, sir! Ah... Makes me wanna listen to one of their songs right now.
Edgeworth:
Sorry, I got lost in that forest of s's just now...
Gumshoe:
Do you want me to explain it to you again?
Edgeworth:
You know, Detective, I think I'll have to take a raincheck on that, regrettably.
Police line
Gumshoe:
Looks like we can't go beyond here, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Plus, the body has been sent off to the medical examiner's office for an autopsy.)
First Class
Dishes
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth! What is this super-expensive-looking feast of Jurassic proportions?
Edgeworth:
It's just the food they serve in First Class.
Gumshoe:
Wow! I am so jealous, sir! I wanna ride in First Class sometime!
Edgeworth:
(Right... When pigs fly and I own my own private jet...)
Elevator button
Edgeworth:
(There's nothing supernatural about earthquakes and elevators! Although... Is it just me or do elevators have a long-standing hatred for me?)
Vase on seat
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth, this urn's got a seatbelt strapped tightly around it!
Edgeworth:
It must be of great value to Mr. Lablanc then.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I guess if you don't want to churn your urn, then it's always best to buckle up!
Edgeworth:
Obviously. But did that have anything to do with the case, Detective?
Gumshoe:
...Nobody gets my jokes.
Cammy Meele
Edgeworth:
If I may have a word with you, Ms. Meele...
Meele:
No, you may not have a word with me. I don't want to talk to any other man except for the captain right now.
Captain:
Me, too, Cammy! I... I will never talk to another woma.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
Edgeworth:
(This definitely looks like a job for Franziska.)
Movie poster
Gumshoe:
Ooh, a movie poster! So what's it for, sir?
Edgeworth:
"License to Love, Laugh, Maim, and Murder", apparently, though I don't know what it's about.
Captain:
Oh, that movie is the in-flight special! I can't recommend it enough!
Meele:
Aaah! When you talk like that, you sound just like Ms. Rhoda! And you know how I hate that.
Captain:
I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to come out like that, Cammy!
Edgeworth:
(Clearly, the only remedy for this whipped man is a solid crack of Franziska's whip.)
Franziska:
You impudent man! If you value your life, you will close that mouth of yours immediately!
Gumshoe:
Wow, Ms. von Karma's more hard-boiled than the movie.
Captain
Captain:
What did I ever do to deserve this... ? More than this job, all I truly love is my sweet Cammy!
Edgeworth:
(Might I suggest you not say that at this moment in front of Franziska...?)
Franziska von Karma
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I'd like to ask you about the investigation...
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. Can't you see that I'm in the middle of taking his statement? This man is the only captain in title. I'm going to teach him to do his job properly.
Captain:
Owww!! OK, OK! From now on, I'll keep my focus and take my responsibilities seriously!
Gumshoe:
He's really trembling there...
Edgeworth:
If it makes him to take his job seriously, it's not such a bad thing, is it?
Gumshoe:
Wh-Why are you looking at me like that, sir!?
Black bag on seat
Edgeworth:
This was the victim's seat.
Gumshoe:
His jacket's just lying there, and his spilled left-over coffee's still there, too.
Edgeworth:
(I don't suppose anyone ever expects to die.)
Edgeworth's seat
Edgeworth:
This was my seat.
Gumshoe:
Wow! You read law books even when you're flying, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Were you expecting anything less? Now come along, we must hurry to the crime scene!
Gumshoe:
Hm? Hold on a sec... There's a different book stuck in here. "The Steel Samurai's Adv..."
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Am I going to have to charge you with invasion of privacy!?
Seat with life jacket
Edgeworth:
The man in this seat was the one we just saw out in the airport lobby hyperventilating. If he's so scared to fly, then why take an airplane to begin with?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, if he's that scared, he shoulda caught a ferry or a cruise ship or something. By the way, were you OK with all the turbulence, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
.................. Ah, yes. It was nothing I couldn't handle.
Gumshoe:
I should've figured, right? As if you'd get on a plane if you were scared of them!
Edgeworth:
I-Indeed.
Chessboard
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth? I think you have too many red knights on this board...
Edgeworth:
It's just your imagination.
Gumshoe:
And it looks like that blue pawn is being completely surrounded by the red knights.
Edgeworth:
Now you're seeing things.
Gumshoe:
Um, sir... I don't think you're supposed to have lots of the same piece like in checkers...
Edgeworth:
I know that, Detective! What do you take me for!?
Lifesaver
Gumshoe:
That's a really big floaty! But isn't it a bit too early in this year for swimming?
Edgeworth:
Detective, that is not for swimming. It's a lifesaver.
Gumshoe:
So you can't swim with one of these?
Edgeworth:
No... I mean, I suppose you could, but that's not what they are intended for...
Gumshoe:
Well then, see, it's the same as a floaty! You shouldn't go around confusing people, sir!
Edgeworth:
(......Why do I feel like I've just kicked a puppy?)
Seat with grape juice bottles
Edgeworth:
The man in this seat was constantly drinking something.
Gumshoe:
You know, right before payday, I do nothing but drink the soup from my instant noodles!
Edgeworth:
...That much sodium can't be healthy. You might want to go in for a check-up.
Gumshoe:
Ho ho, did you really think I was serious, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
......!
Gumshoe:
Waaaaaaah! I'm sorry, sir!!! I'll never make another joke like that again!
Seat with steak
Gumshoe:
Wh-What's this!?!?
Edgeworth:
What is it, Detective!? Did you find an important piece of evidence?
Gumshoe:
A giant parfait on top of bread AND steak!? Paint me jealous, sir! It's a feast!
Edgeworth:
............ (Maybe I should just let him have the giant parfait so that we can move on...)
Grape juice bottles
Edgeworth:
A mountain's worth of empty bottles are lined up here.
Gumshoe:
And look! All of them have a letter inside, sir. Let's see... "I'll order anything as many times as it takes, just to see your lovely face. My beloved Ms. Teneiro..." is what they all say, sir!
Edgeworth:
...Please put them back in the bottles, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... I can't destroy the beautiful love here by ruining the letters by accident!
Lounge
Zinc Lablanc II
Edgeworth:
Did you finish taking his statement yet?
Gumshoe:
Yup, all done, sir.
Lablanc:
I do not concern if you're not done examining the cargo hold. I want my cargo back!
Lablanc's cargo
Lablanc:
If you make a single scratch on my art, you will pay!
Edgeworth:
Art? What sort of art?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Lablanc is an art dealer, so he's got a bunch of artwork down in the cargo hold, sir. There's practically a mountain of them, large and small.
Lablanc:
From folk costumes to stone statues, I sell all kinds of arts!
Edgeworth:
(Folk costumes...? Speaking of which, Mr. Lablanc's hat... It kinds of looks like that other piece of cloth...)
Rhoda Teneiro (appears after presenting Bloody Cloth)
Leads to:
"What did you mean by "that attendant", Mr. Lablanc?"
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Lablanc:
You! I can say you have the guts to show me a piece of art at this time. But from a single glance I can already tell it is mostly worthless.
Edgeworth:
(Hah. This has much more value as a piece of non-art, I assure you.)
Lablanc:
You look like you have something to say! Perhaps you are thinking, "like casting pearls before swine"?
Edgeworth:
(He actually hit the nail on the head for once!)
Mr. Hicks's Travel Wallet
Lablanc:
Ah, so you are finally paying my wasted money?
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but there is absolutely nothing inside this wallet.
Lablanc:
How dare you! You are wanting to trick me! I will sue for fraud!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc. Are you seriously considering a courtroom tango with me? I hope not, but in case you are, there is a certain lawyer I can introduce you to.
Bloody Cloth
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc, can you please take a look at this for me?
Lablanc:
Hm? Oh! It's a Borginian cloth!
Edgeworth:
As I suspected. Your hat is made of the same material, I suppose?
Lablanc:
Yes, of course! This fabric is so famous, orders come from over the seas for more!
Bloody Cloth data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Then this is the cargo you were talking about earlier?
Lablanc:
No, no, no. My cargo this time is much, much many gigantic! You, Detective! When can I have my cargo moved!?
Gumshoe:
You can get your cargo back when we're done investigating, pal!
Lablanc:
The stubbornness of you police, it is no good! And it is no good that attendant refuses to exit the attendants' room, too!
Edgeworth:
That attendant...? (I wonder if he's talking about Ms. Teneiro?)
Anything else
Lablanc:
What is it!? Do you have some use for me? You seem not to understand; I have no time to waste! Let me put it another way! "Le temps, c'est de l'argent!" There! Maybe another language will get through your head!
Edgeworth:
(I understood you perfectly fine in English.)
Examine evidence
Blood on Bloody Cloth
Edgeworth:
For there to be this much blood on this piece of cloth... Was the victim wrapped in it at some point? According to Mr. Lablanc, this textile is fairly famous.
Gumshoe:
What a waste...
Edgeworth:
What did you mean by "that attendant", Mr. Lablanc?
Lablanc:
She was taken into the attendants' room for her interview. And then they still have not come out! They make no sign of coming out either! I was finished with my own interview much earlier, quicker than her!
Edgeworth:
(Why is Ms. Teneiro's interview the only one that's taking up so much time...?)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. You were given free reign to examine the plane, weren't you?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I was able to obtain the cooperation of the flight attendants. Speaking of attendants, I'd like to speak with Ms. Teneiro. I wonder if you might grant me permission to enter the flight attendants' room?
Franziska:
Hmph. Before I do... ...you still have to clear up a few issues surrounding your own circumstances.
Edgeworth:
...I understand.
Franziska:
You may have tricked those attendants with your sophisticated talking... ...but you can't pull the wool over my eyes, Miles Edgeworth.
-- Franziska's Logic --
Franziska:
Let's not complicate things and go with the most obvious conclusion.
The scene of the crime was here, in the very lounge the body was discovered.
From the time the victim was seen calling for an attendant until his body as found...
...the only person in this lounge the entire time was you, Miles Edgeworth!
This, unmistakably, makes you the likeliest suspect.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. The "likeliest suspect", Franziska?
Franziska:
Do you have a problem with that?
Edgeworth:
No, but it's not like you to use such vague wording. You're usually a bit more... absolute.
Franziska:
I'm simply trying to watch out you. Or my kindness too hard for you to comprehend?
Edgeworth:
Thank you, but your leniency is unnecessary, for I will prove my innocence soon enough! (If I want to continue my investigation, I'll have to break her line of logic, fast!)
Rebuttal
-- Franziska's Logic --
Franziska:
Let's not complicate things and go with the most obvious conclusion.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Don't you think you're being a bit rash by simply declaring me the culprit?
Franziska:
Hmph. I like my affairs to be simple. And perfect. I'll show you the meaning of both when I finish this whole thing within three minutes!
Gumshoe:
Hey! You say that like you're cooking a pack of instant noodles! Threeeeeooooowww!
Franziska:
I won't allow even three seconds of useless testimony to be uttered in my presence!
Edgeworth:
(...I see she hasn't changed a bit. But I won't allow her to send me to prison so easily.)
Franziska:
The scene of the crime was here, in the very lounge the body was discovered.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So tell me, Franziska, do you know all there is to know about the crime scene?
Franziska:
I know all that I need to know in order to arrest you.
Edgeworth:
And nothing more?
Franziska:
.........Are you saying there is more I need to know!?
Gumshoe:
Aaaaaaaaah! Wh-Why did you whip me, sir!?
Franziska:
Sorry, Scruffy. My hand must've slipped.
Edgeworth:
(It would appear that Franziska doesn't have all the facts of this case yet.)
Present iFly Suitcase
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It would appear that you did not have all the information you need after all."
Franziska:
From the time the victim was seen calling for an attendant until his body as found...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by "seen"?
Franziska:
Please stop pretending like you don't know. It's insulting. Obviously, I'm talking about how Mr. Hicks was seen calling for an attendant at 5 AM. And then, from the time after that call until the body was found...
Franziska:
...the only person in this lounge the entire time was you, Miles Edgeworth!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
While it's true that I was in the lounge the whole time... ...that fact alone does not make me the criminal.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Hah, we'll see about that at the conclusion of this investigation. However, there is one thing that even you must admit at this time.
Franziska:
This, unmistakably, makes you the likeliest suspect.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Under the circumstances, I suppose I can agree that I am the most likely suspect.
Gumshoe:
B-but I believe in you, sir! I don't think you did it! Ms. von Karma's gotta believe that, too, right! I mean, you two are like siblings...OWWWW!
Franziska:
Quiet, Scruffy! Even if we are related by blood, that's no guarantee that he's not a criminal!
Edgeworth:
.........Franziska...
Franziska:
I demand to see some proof that you are not the guilty party!
Edgeworth:
(The likeliest suspect, huh. What a roundabout euphemism. But it would appear that she doesn't yet know... ...about the new evidence that we acquired, and where we acquired it. I'll take care of the gaps in her logic one hole at a time.)
Edgeworth:
It would appear that you did not have all the information you need after all.
Franziska:
And what does that mean?
Edgeworth:
I found a nice piece of evidence just before I was forced to stop investigating. A piece that proves the body was moved from a different location!
Franziska:
.........
Edgeworth:
The killer used this suitcase to move the victim's body. Meaning that the real scene of the crime is not this lounge at all!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Now who's the one rashly jumping to conclusions?
Edgeworth:
Excuse me?
Franziska:
All you did was find this piece of cloth inside the suitcase. That doesn't prove that the body was moved. It could be that the killer simply chose that suitcase as a good place to hide the cloth.
Edgeworth:
I expected you would come to that conclusion. It would seem I can't escape that easily.
Franziska:
You should know better than that. A Von Karma is perfect in every way.
Edgeworth:
Ah, but did you know that the killer definitely wheeled the suitcase around at some point?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
As if there is proof of that!
Edgeworth:
(Where is the proof that this suitcase was moved around?)
Present Grape Juice Footprints
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The spilled grape juice in front of the elevator..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
All it takes is one look at this and you'll have your answer!
Franziska:
Indeed, I have my answer now. ......That you are an ignorant whippersnapper!
Edgeworth:
Aaaaaaaargh! (Or rather, that you are the unforgiving whipper-snapper. The suitcase ended up in the in-flight shop, but where did it come from? The answer should become clear if I just think about the path the killer took.)
Leads back to:
"(Where is the proof that this suitcase was moved around?)"
Franziska:
The spilled grape juice in front of the elevator...
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I'd like to draw your attention to this area here... (Where is the evidence that proves the killer dragged the suitcase through here?)
Present lines
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The spilled grape juice in front of the elevator..."
Present footprints
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
We can assume these prints belong to the culprit, and they clearly lead to the shop...
Franziska:
I asked for proof about the suitcase. Give me any unrelated evidence, and you will feel the pain of my whip.
Edgeworth:
(There's no need to remind me; my body learned that lesson well a long time ago! These prints are important, but there is something else that is even more so!)
Leads back to:
"(Where is the evidence that proves the killer dragged the suitcase through here?)"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Take a look at this!
Franziska:
And what exactly am I looking at here?
Edgeworth:
I don't like to repeat myself... ...but I suppose it can't be helped if you didn't spot it on your own. Now then, I'll...
Franziska:
Get on with it and tell me the answer already.
Edgeworth:
(...I wonder if she saw through my blunder?)
Leads back to:
"(Where is the evidence that proves the killer dragged the suitcase through here?)"
Edgeworth:
This mark here... Wouldn't you say that it looks suspiciously like tracks from two wheels?
Franziska:
I suppose.
Edgeworth:
Further, there is also grape juice residue on the wheels of the suitcase. This means that the suitcase containing the victim's body definitely passed through here.
Franziska:
.........I suppose this means that the killer... ...did move the victim's body from somewhere else.
Edgeworth:
I'm glad you've come to your senses.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Not so fast! This still doesn't put you in the clear! Not by a long shot!
-- Franziska's Logic, Pt. 2 --
Franziska:
You prepared yourself and acquired the piggy bank before the plane hit that turbulence.
And then, you waited for the victim in the lounge, where you beat him to death.
Then, while you were in the elevator with the victim's body stuck in the suitcase...
...the plane hit the patch of turbulence, and out flew the body from within the suitcase!
With no way out, you hastily put the suitcase back where you had taken it from...
...and pretended to be the "discoverer" of the body.
Edgeworth:
Not a bad bit of logic, for something you thought of on the fly.
Franziska:
Just what are you insinuating?
Edgeworth:
That I will show you exactly how flawed your logic is. (No matter how strong of a face you put on, not even you can hide your fears from me. I'll expose all the flaws in her logic in one fell swoop!)
Rebuttal
-- Franziska's Logic, Pt. 2 --
Franziska:
You prepared yourself and acquired the piggy bank before the plane hit that turbulence.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And how do you suppose I was able to take the piggy bank out of its display case? As I recall, the case was locked.
Franziska:
That's easy. If the case was locked... ...you simply had to hit the glass... like this!
Gumshoe:
Eeeeeoww! Y-You've shattered my heart of glass!
Edgeworth:
(So she wants to talk about the in-flight shop and the Mr. Ifly bank, does she...?)
Franziska:
That takes care of how you obtained the murder weapon.
Present Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The fact that you took this piece of evidence into account in your testimony..."
Franziska:
And then, you waited for the victim in the lounge, where you beat him to death.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I thought there wasn't any of the victim's blood found in the lounge.
Franziska:
Hmph. I thought you'd say that. What? Did you think I wouldn't have noticed? I think you just found a way to cleverly hide the blood splatter in the lounge! By "accidentally spilling" grape juice on top of it!
Edgeworth:
Gnrgh! Are you accusing me of tampering with the crime scene now!?
Franziska:
We'll see, won't we? The forensic scientists are hard at work on that as we speak.
Edgeworth:
.........And? What do you propose I did after that?
Franziska:
Then, while you were in the elevator with the victim's body stuck in the suitcase...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So I put the victim's body into the suitcase, and then? Where was I headed, Franziska?
Franziska:
That's pretty obvious. You were bringing it to First Class where you could safely keep an eye on it!
Edgeworth:
We're talking about this thing, you know. I'd hardly call it discreet or ordinary.
Franziska:
Hmph. Annoying brat. Well then, you were intending to leave it inside the elevator. But unfortunately for you, a wrench was thrown into your plans, because...
Franziska:
...the plane hit the patch of turbulence, and out flew the body from within the suitcase!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You've experienced turbulence on a flight before.
Franziska:
Of course. Many times. You get used to it after a while.
Edgeworth:
The patch we hit was especially rough... and I passed out briefly, but only for a second.
Gumshoe:
Good thing it was only for a sec, sir! It'd been bad if you had really blanked out!
Edgeworth:
Y...Yes, indeed. (Unfortunately, blanking out is exactly what got me into this mess in the first place.)
Franziska:
That's enough of your idle chatter. I'm not through with you yet, Miles Edgeworth!
Franziska:
With no way out, you hastily put the suitcase back where you had taken it from...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... If I really were a criminal, do you really think I would be so easily caught?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
You are certainly in the middle of being caught right now!
Edgeworth:
Gnaaaaaaargh! (I have to find a contradiction fast, or I won't have much of my own hide left to save!)
Franziska:
I have to say, you are looking rather caught right now. And I'll tell you exactly what you did after that. You loitered around in the lounge...
Franziska:
...and pretended to be the "discoverer" of the body.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I didn't pretend to be anything! I really was the first to discover the victim's body!
Franziska:
...I suppose that's true.
Edgeworth:
Hm...? So then...you are yielding to my statements?
Franziska:
Don't be foolish! I still insist that you are the killer, but... ...in that sense, you really were the first to "discover the body to be dead."
Edgeworth:
(...No matter what I say, she seems dead set on making me out to be the killer.)
Edgeworth:
(Her logic is reasonably sound... ...and the large majority of it reflects the truth... ...but there is one point about it that is not quite right.)
Edgeworth:
The fact that you took this piece of evidence into account in your testimony... ...is to be commended. Your legal prowess is certainly something to be feared.
Franziska:
Evidence and logic. Essential tools that those who would stand in a courtroom must learn to master.
Edgeworth:
But what if there was a fake piece of evidence thrown into the mix?
Franziska:
A fake...?
Edgeworth:
This Mr. Ifly piggy bank is just such a fake! It is NOT the real murder weapon!
Franziska:
WHAT!?
Edgeworth:
The timing of when the bank was taken from the shop is important. And it was taken after the turbulence had occurred.
Franziska:
But then, what about the blood on the bank!? What do you make of that!?
Edgeworth:
I assume it was added after the murder when the killer fabricated this weapon. Looking at it this way, the killer did basically three things after the turbulence. After exiting the elevator... ...the killer brought the suitcase to the shop and left it there. Then, the killer proceeded to pick the bank up from off the floor... ...and took it to fabricate a fake murder weapon by hitting the victim on the head. Finally, the victim's wallet was planted on my personage, in my pocket to be precise. Everything was done so that I would be framed for the murder of Mr. Akbey Hicks!
Franziska:
You there!
Officer:
Yes, ma'am!
Franziska:
Other than this piggy bank, was anything else resembling a murder weapon found?
Officer:
We didn't find anything in the lounge or in the shop that could be used as one, ma'am! Most of the items that could have been used were broken during the turbulence. And the remaining items all tested negative for any trace of blood!
Franziska:
........I see. Well, Miles Edgeworth, it appears your stall tactics are at an end.
Gumshoe:
But it's possible that it's just hidden somewhere, sir! Eeeeeeeek!
Franziska:
If the criminal had wanted to hide the weapon in a safer place... ...I'd think the weapon would have been hidden in the same place as the bloody cloth.
Edgeworth:
Exactly what I was thinking. Because the cloth was hidden inside that suitcase, it signals to me that the killer... ...had not prepared a more secure place to hide the evidence. Which means that the real murder weapon is either still on the murderer's personage... ...or is still at the real crime scene.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
There is one more possibility.
Edgeworth:
And that would be?
Franziska:
That the piggy bank is in fact the real weapon.
Edgeworth:
But didn't we just...
Hold it!
Franziska:
Let me finish! The killer took the bank out from the display case before the turbulence... ...by opening the lock on the display case door. And it was at that time that the glass pane in the door was broken. I'd say that's a perfectly reasonable line of reasoning, wouldn't you? Let's see... so that means that the killer had the key to the display case...
Edgeworth:
Franziska... The person you're talking about...
Franziska:
Not so fast, I'm not finished! The person I'm talking about also committed another sin. She tricked the captain... ...and granted you permission to conduct the investigation. Yes, it is the sin of lying!
Edgeworth:
...!
Franziska:
Speaking of which, I recall that you also wished to speak with her.
Edgeworth:
Yes.
Franziska:
Very well, permission granted. But only if I can sit in on your interrogation. Do we understand each other?
Edgeworth:
I have no intention of interrogating her. But you are welcome to accompany me if you so wish.
Franziska:
Ms. Teneiro is in the flight attendants' room. Let's move.
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
Franziska's Logic
Gumshoe:
Way to show her who's boss, Mr. Edgeworth! Not even Ms. von Karma's whip is a match for you!
Edgeworth:
You give me too much credit. She simply didn't have all the information. To be sure, the fights will become tougher and tougher as this investigation progresses.
Gumshoe:
That's alright, Mr. Edgeworth! You've got me watching your back! I'll make sure to keep on supporting you any way I can! You just say the word, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Really...? Then how about standing out in front and absorbing whip lashes for me?)
Officer
Officer:
I've been told by Ms. von Karma that you can now enter the flight attendants' room. Please feel free to look around!
Edgeworth:
Thank you. (Now to unravel Ms. Teneiro's true intentions!)
Zinc Lablanc II
Lablanc:
You! Hurry and solve your murder! If you do not, how am I supposed to have my cargo returned to me!?
Edgeworth:
If you could please be patient just a little longer, Mr. Lablanc...
Lablanc:
Hurry and solve it! Like a strike of thunder!
Edgeworth:
(It's "As fast as lightning." And believe me, if I could, I would.)
Franziska von Karma
Franziska:
Ms. Teneiro is in the flight attendants' room. Let's move.
Gumshoe:
That blue door over there leads to the flight attendants' room, sir!
Edgeworth:
Alright. Let's go see what Ms. Teneiro has to say for herself.
First Class
Movie poster
Gumshoe:
Ooh, a movie poster! So what's it for, sir?
Edgeworth:
"License to Love, Laugh, Maim, and Murder", apparently, though I don't know what it's about.
Captain:
Oh, that movie is the in-flight special! I can't recommend it enough!
Meele:
Aaah! When you talk like that, you sound just like Ms. Rhoda! And you know how I hate that.
Captain:
I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to come out like that, Cammy!
Edgeworth:
(This man really needs a solid crack of Franziska's whip.)
Cammy Meele
Edgeworth:
If I many have a word with you, Ms. Meele...
Meele:
No, you may not have a word with me.
Edgeworth:
I want to assure you that the lady is a fellow prosecutor. Her name is Franziska von Karma.
Meele:
I don't care who she is, she's talking with mon capitaine!
Edgeworth:
(I sense Ms. Meele is the type who considers every other woman to be a threat...)
Captain
Edgeworth:
I'm so sorry for the late introduction. I am Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor. I believe one of the attendants asked you in my stead for permission to investigate.
Captain:
Ah, yes... You must be the prosecutor Camm... I mean, Ms. Meele was telling me about. I remember telling her you could investigate the in-flight shop, or something of the sort.
Edgeworth:
(Then I guess it's true; Ms. Teneiro didn't ask him for permission on my behalf.)
Captain:
Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the captain of...
Edgeworth:
Thank you for your help. (I think this is about all the information I'm going to get from this man.)
March 12, 2:23 PMFlight I-390, First FloorFlight Attendants' Room
Franziska:
So you're the one that poked around inside this plane without the captain's permission!
Teneiro:
.........
Franziska:
Deviating from the flight attendant's manual is very unbecoming, you know. What were you hoping to accomplish by doing that?
Teneiro:
...I... I...
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro...
Teneiro:
Ah! Mr. Edgeworth! You're here, too!?
Edgeworth:
Can you please help us and shed some light on why you did what you did?
Teneiro:
......Alright.
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
Notice anything?
Edgeworth:
What are you doing, and why are you fidgeting?
Gumshoe:
I... I've never been on a plane before. And I've never been in an attendants' room...
Edgeworth:
Well, even on a normal flight, one would rarely ever need to enter one.
Gumshoe:
I don't know when I'll ever get to be on a plane again, so I wanna soak it all in now, sir! Let's see... A box full of crowns, and a yellow suitcase, and, oh... what a great trip!
Edgeworth:
Pagind Detective Gumshoe. Kindly return to the situation at hand.
Blue door
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Isn't there something that should be doing right now?
Edgeworth:
Of course. I should be asking Ms. Teneiro for her side of the story.
Franziska:
That's right. And how does that have anything to do with what's over there?
Edgeworth:
Nothing really.
Franziska:
If you already knew that, then why don't you hurry up with the interrogation already?
Officer
Officer:
This door leads to the cargo hold. But I can't let you through without Ms. von Karma's express permission.
Edgeworth:
That's not a bad way to handle this situation if it was any old case, but this isn't.
Gumshoe:
So between you and Ms. von Karma, who's better at their job?
Edgeworth:
Oh, there is no comparison to be made, Detective. None.
Box filled with stuffs
Edgeworth:
What is all this junk inside these boxes? There's no rhyme or reason to any of it.
Teneiro:
That's our lost and found, Ms. Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
Gold crowns, and swords, and necklaces... It's like a treasure trove in here, sir!
Edgeworth:
(The fact that these were left on the plane implies they were carried onto it to begin with... Something tells me it's time for iFly to send its metal detectors out for repairs.)
Trash Can
Edgeworth:
There is sure to be a clue of some sort in this trash can. Detective Gumshoe, if you please.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! You just leave the rummaging to me!
Franziska:
Scruffy! How dare you go through a woman's trash without her permission!? Have you no sense of honor!?
Gumshoe:
Eeeeeeek! I'm sorry! I-I'm just doing what Mr. Edgeworth told me to doooooooowww!
Edgeworth:
(Forgive me, Detective...)
Beds
Edgeworth:
(It's pretty easy to tell who sleeps in which bunk just by looking. I am almost certain that the well-kept one up top belongs to Ms. Teneiro.)
Gumshoe:
Ewww... This bottom one is a giant mess.
Franziska:
......You sloven, squalid, scoundrel of a man... You dare to scrutinize a woman's bed and invade her privacy!?
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeeeeoooww!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* There are some things in life best kept to yourself, Detective.)
Franziska von Karma
Franziska:
Well, go on. Let's hear out troublesome attendant out.
Edgeworth:
In due time. I do have one thing I'd like to ask you.
Franziska:
...Yes?
Edgeworth:
Do you plan to continue using that whip for the foreseeable future?
Franziska:
Of course! I've wrangled many a testimony out of people thanks to it.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and probably a whole ton of yelps, toooooooooowwww!!
Edgeworth:
And I'm willing to bet that the majority of them came from you, Detective.
Unopened box
Edgeworth:
And what are inside these boxes?
Teneiro:
Oh, those are some souvenirs I bought in Borginia.
Gumshoe:
There's so many! There's even a second box!
Teneiro:
Well, yes. I find that folk art from around the world does great things for my creativity.
Edgeworth:
(Those suitcases certainly could have done with a whole lot less of your "creativity"...)
Panel
Edgeworth:
What exactly is this panel for?
Teneiro:
Ah, that's the emergency control panel for the elevator. We used it to stop the elevator on the first floor and to keep its doors open.
Rhoda Teneiro
Captain's Permission
Edgeworth:
Why did you lie about receiving the captain's permission like that?
Teneiro:
.................. Because I didn't think I would be able to get his permission.
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Teneiro:
The captain... He only has ears for Cammy...
Franziska:
I spoke with the captain a little earlier myself. He definitely seems to be rather taken with Ms. Meele.
Teneiro:
Yes... and on top of that... ...I had mistakenly accused Mr. Edgeworth of being the killer. I wanted to make amends.
Edgeworth:
In that case, please allow me to thank you for what you did. Thanks to you, I was able to clear myself of all charges.
Teneiro:
Really!? You were able to prove your innocence? Oh, thank goodness!
Franziska:
Ms. Teneiro, is it? There is one more thing I'd like to ask you. You were in the in-flight shop just before the turbulence, weren't you? Please answer honestly.
Teneiro:
Yes, I was.
Franziska:
And why were you there?
Teneiro:
Well, I...
Edgeworth:
(Hm? Why the sudden hesitation? Franziska seems to have struck a nerve...)
In-flight shop
Teneiro:
All I did was go check up on the shop like I always do.
Franziska:
You're saying it was for work then?
Teneiro:
Yes. I'm in charge of the shop, so I have to keep an eye on it. I don't have any reason to go there otherwise.
Franziska:
After your visit to the shop, you paid a visit to this room, correct?
Teneiro:
Yes. I came back to freshen up and adjust my make-up. I'm sorry, but there isn't much else to tell...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Ms. Teneiro claims to have no reason other than duty to go to the shop. But is that all there is to it? Maybe I should ask her about that thing.)
The last suitcase (appears after presenting iFly Suitcase after talking about "In-flight shop")
Leads to:
"So you're saying, Ms. Teneiro, that the suitcase in question was the last one?"
Present
iFly Suitcase (after talking about "In-flight shop")
Edgeworth:
If you could please take a look at this for me, Ms. Teneiro.
Teneiro:
Oh, that suitcase...!
Edgeworth:
Yes, about this suitcase, you are the one who designed it, correct? And I think I figured something else out about it. This suitcase is the reason you went to the shop, isn't it?
Teneiro:
.........There's nothing you won't find out eventually, is there?
Edgeworth:
Won't you please tell me more about this suitcase?
Teneiro:
Yes, um, I... Well, I... ...I was interested in seeing how the suitcases I had designed were selling! I... I know that as a service professional, I'm not supposed to care... ...but I really wanted to know! And I was glad to see that it was the last one there...!
Edgeworth:
! ("The last one there"...?)
Anything else
Teneiro:
I'm sorry, Mr. Edgeworth... I don't know how to answer you. As a professional flight attendant, I'm a failure...
Edgeworth:
(She must be worn out from the long question session she just went through...)
Lockers
Gumshoe:
So these are the attendants' lockers, huh? Let's hurry up and examine them, sir!
Franziska:
.........Why must men always be so rude? Besides, who exactly gave you permission to search through the attendants' lockers?
Edgeworth:
Wait, Detective! It would be uncouth of us to look in a woman's locker without her permission.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I guess so. Plus, I feel this murderous draft and I can sense a whip not far behind.
Suitcase
Edgeworth:
(It's one of those suitcases designed by Ms. Teneiro. You can tell it's hardly ever been used by the lack of even a single scratch on it.)
Edgeworth:
So you're saying, Ms. Teneiro, that the suitcase in question was the last one?
Teneiro:
Yes. They're just so popular, they're practically flying off the shelves!
Edgeworth:
(That's not exactly the impression I got...)
Teneiro:
The one in the shop is most definitely the last one!
Edgeworth:
Well, we're currently looking at that suitcase. I didn't say anything about buying it!
Teneiro:
Then say you'll buy it!
Edgeworth:
I... I'm sorry, but I can't.
Teneiro:
B...But why? I think it'd go great with your complexion, Mr. Edgeworth! It really suits you! I guarantee it personally as a service professional!
Edgeworth:
Um... Well... That is... How should I put this... ...It's hideous.
Teneiro:
Wh... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Maybe that was a bit too direct.) Moving on... My issue with the suitcases isn't the design, it's the number of them remaining.
Teneiro:
R-Remaining...!?
Edgeworth:
There were two suitcases in the in-flight shop when I investigated it.
Teneiro:
Two...? But that's... impossible! I'm sure there was only one...
Franziska:
Looks like her story has generated quite the contradiction.
Teneiro:
When I left the shop... ...I'm positive there was only one suitcase left!
Edgeworth:
(Something is amiss here. What could be the meaning of this inconsistency?)
Edgeworth:
(Hm?) By the way, Ms. Teneiro... What is one of those suitcases doing here?
Teneiro:
Um... That's...
Edgeworth:
I thought you said there was only one left...?
Teneiro:
Th-That one is, um... It's mine. I've used it for a very long time now.
Edgeworth:
(She's used it for a long time...? I think not.) Ms. Teneiro, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't lie to me.
Teneiro:
Excuse me!?
Edgeworth:
I don't believe for even one second that you've sued this "for a very long time"! (What proves that this hasn't been used for nearly as long as Ms. Teneiro says?)
Present price tag
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Tell me, Ms. Teneiro, is it also your habit to keep the price tag pristine on your suitcase?"
Present suitcase
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
There's hardly any dirt or grime on this suitcase! If this has been used for as long as you claim, then there should be some sign of that.
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth, in case you haven't noticed, I love to clean.
Franziska:
That suitcase, the floor, and almost everything else in here sparkles. The only thing that isn't is the gray matter in your head!
Edgeworth:
(Urngh... There must be evidence that this suitcase hasn't been used before!)
Leads back to:
"(What proves that this hasn't been used for nearly as long as Ms. Teneiro says?)"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Simply by looking here, you can tell!
Teneiro:
Tell what by looking where?
Edgeworth:
Please... A simple glance won't do. Look harder.
Gumshoe:
...I don't get it either, sir!
Edgeworth:
Ah... Then I suppose I have no choice but to explain it to you once again.
Franziska:
Hmph. I suggest you take your own advice: a simple glance won't do, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Nrghk! (She just had to figure it out... There must be something that proves this suitcase is brand new. Yes, that's exactly what I need to do!)
Leads back to:
"(What proves that this hasn't been used for nearly as long as Ms. Teneiro says?)"
Edgeworth:
Tell me, Ms. Teneiro, is it also your habit to keep the price tag pristine on your suitcase?
Teneiro:
Ah!
Franziska:
What is the meaning of this!? Why would you lie about a suitcase?
Teneiro:
............
Edgeworth:
(Despite having faith in her design sense... ...the sales numbers made her cry bitter tears. The truth is becoming increasingly clear to me.) Ms. Teneiro, I think I understand. I know what you are trying to hide. Now then, this suitcase was originally in...
the flight attendants' room.
Edgeworth:
The suitcase was originally in this flight attendants' room!
Teneiro:
So now you believe what I said about it being my personal suitcase?
Edgeworth:
N-No, not at all! It was here, but then it was taken to another location, and...
Franziska:
I refuse to stand by while a villainous man vilifies a woman with such vile tactics!
Edgeworth:
(Nnngh! She's making me out to be some sort of super-villain! I need to rethink this... I have to figure out where this suitcase came from!)
Leads back to:
"Now then, this suitcase was originally in..."
the in-flight shop.
Leads to:
"Seeing as how the price tag is still on this suitcase..."
First Class.
Edgeworth:
It was originally in First Class as part of a sales campaign! But the passengers were so engrossed in the movie that you brought it back... here...
Franziska:
...And? What does that have to do with the case?
Edgeworth:
We should try to find that out. Isn't it our job to investigate these kinds of connections?
Franziska:
Then investigate it by yourself on your own time!
Edgeworth:
(Gnnrgh! I should probably rethink this... I have to figure out where this suitcase came from!)
Leads back to:
"Now then, this suitcase was originally in..."
Edgeworth:
Seeing as how the price tag is still on this suitcase... ...one can only assume it was out on the floor for sale in the shop. And the person who brought this suitcase was...
Present Rhoda Teneiro profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It was you, wasn't it, Ms. Teneiro?"
Present Cammy Meele profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele has a Mr. Ifly stuffed animal that she likes to carry around. If she is that much of a fan, it's only natural that it was she who bought this suitcase.
Teneiro:
She does like that doll a lot. So much so that I've had to speak with her about it... ...but she has also laughed at me on many occasions that my suitcase's design is strange.
Edgeworth:
(Come to think of it, Ms. Meele did say something to that effect in the shop...)
Franziska:
If you're done chatting, ladies, let's return to the topic at hand.
Edgeworth:
(Ladies!? Well, I never! Alright, I'll rethink things, but there really is only one point I have to focus on.) The suitcase was on sale at the in-flight shop.
Leads back to:
"And the person who brought this suitcase was..."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the person who bought the suitcase!
Franziska:
Sorry, but I don't understand your line of logic at all. Care to explain why you chose to finger that person?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. If that's how you're going to play this, then I'll admit that I was wrong!
Franziska:
Instead of basking in your "great" admission, perhaps you should spend time thinking!
Edgeworth:
(Gnnnn......! Alright, I'll rethink things, but there really is only one point I have to focus on.) The suitcase was on sale at the in-flight shop.
Leads back to:
"And the person who brought this suitcase was..."
Edgeworth:
It was you, wasn't it, Ms. Teneiro? I hate to say this, but this suitcase that you designed... ...it hasn't sold very well, has it?
Teneiro:
.........
Edgeworth:
You saw how poorly this design that you poured your heart into was selling... ...and were deeply hurt. That's why you wanted to make it look like it was selling by buying it yourself. Isn't that right?
Franziska:
Then... the reason you went to the shop and came back here was...
Teneiro:
I-I'm sorry! A-All I really have is my job... I... I was overjoyed when my design was chosen... I thought that maybe... maybe I had finally accomplished something...
Edgeworth:
But the suitcases didn't sell.
Teneiro:
It's because of the design, isn't it? All because it's as you put it, "hideous".
Edgeworth:
(I can't say they chose a great place in which to sell them, either...)
Teneiro:
We weren't selling a single one, and they were just sitting there collecting dust. I felt so bad seeing them there, day in and day out. So I decided to buy one for every flight I worked.
Edgeworth:
You buy one every single time you work a flight!?
Franziska:
I see. So in order to keep your resolution, you went and bought one today as well.
Teneiro:
Yes. And here is my receipt for that purchase.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... This receipt is clearly time stamped 5:40 AM.)
Suitcase Receipt data jotted down in my Organizer.
Teneiro:
The truth is, there's still a bunch of them left unsold. They're planning to scrap the remaining ones at the end of this flight.
Examine evidence
Front side of Suitcase Receipt
Edgeworth:
Just as Ms. Teneiro said, the timestamp says she bought the suitcase at 5:40 AM.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro, where are these other suitcases?
Teneiro:
They should all be down in the cargo hold.
Franziska:
Then the suitcase the killer used...
Edgeworth:
...Could very well have come from the cargo hold.
Teneiro:
Um, Mr. Edgeworth... You don't think that the killer used one of my suitcases to...
Edgeworth:
Yes, I do. The killer used one of your beloved suitcases... ...to move the victim's body.
Teneiro:
Aaaaah! How could they!? Those suitcases were meant to be faithful partners to our passengers on their trips. That's all I ever wished for them to be!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro, is there any other way to get to the cargo hold other than the elevator?
Teneiro:
The only other way is just through that door there.
Edgeworth:
And what about security?
Teneiro:
That door has no special lock installed, because... ...just to enter this room... ...you need a special keycard that only crew members have access to.
Edgeworth:
Which means that the culprit is someone who can enter this room... ...eliminating the passengers, and leaving only crew members as potential suspects.
Teneiro:
I-I can't believe it...
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Yes, Franziska?
Franziska:
Going on these wild goose-chases... You're a disgrace to the Von Karma name!
Edgeworth:
And what do you mean by that?
Franziska:
The suitcase came from the cargo hold. That fact alone tells the whole story.
Edgeworth:
Yes, which is why I said the culprit must be a crew member who used their keycard...
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! You're proposing that the killer rode the elevator from the cargo hold, correct?
Edgeworth:
Yes, that's the only realistic possibility.
Franziska:
The other attendant... Ms. Meele... I asked her earlier, and she had this to say.
Edgeworth:
(Franziska got information out of Ms. Meele?)
Franziska:
In order to make the elevator go down to the cargo hold... ...a different keycard is required.
Edgeworth:
A different one?
Franziska:
Yes, and the only person who holds that particular card... ...is you, Ms. Rhoda Teneiro, and only you!
Teneiro:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
What!? Is this true, Ms. Teneiro!?
Teneiro:
Y-Yes... I keep that keycard in my locker at all times.
Edgeworth:
Could you please show us that card right now?
Teneiro:
Y-Yes, hold on...
Teneiro:
Aaaaah! I... I don't believe it!
Edgeworth:
What's wrong?
Teneiro:
The keycard... It's... It's gone!
Franziska:
Ha ha ha. Very clever. Pretending that your card was stolen, when in fact, you're just trying to hide it from us... You've really thought this through.
Teneiro:
W-Wait! I-It's not like that!
Franziska:
You can tell us all about what it's like down at the station. Officer! Arrest this woman!
Officer:
Yes, ma'am!
Teneiro:
M-Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
............
Franziska:
What's wrong? There's disbelief written all over your face.
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I know that you are the lead investigator on this case, however...
Franziska:
Hold it! Don't even think about wasting any more of my time.
Edgeworth:
!
Franziska:
You know the rules as well as I do. Evidence speaks louder than words. Even if this isn't a courtroom, that basic tenet still applies.
Edgeworth:
............
Franziska:
I intend to investigate the cargo hold now. What will you do, Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...I intend to do likewise.
To be continued.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Rhoda Teneiro)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There is a contradiction between this piece of evidence and your testimony!
Teneiro:
I don't want to go against the word of a professional prosecutor, but... ...I don't think there's a problem at all. I swear it as a professional flight attendant.
Edgeworth:
Gnrrrk!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Rhoda Teneiro)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Take a good look at this, for it will prove my innocence.
Teneiro:
............
Edgeworth:
............W-Well!? Say something!
Teneiro:
Ah! I'm sorry! Yes, well, I gave it a good look, but... ...no matter what angle I look at it from, I don't see how it will prove you didn't do it.
Edgeworth:
Arrrgh...! (I must've presented the wrong item...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Rhoda Teneiro)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro... What do you think about this piece of evidence?
Teneiro:
What do I think about it...? ...Oh! I'm sorry!
Edgeworth:
? Why are you apologizing?
Teneiro:
I was being unprofessional. As a pro, I should've listened to your question with a smile. And I must also answer all questions with a smile.
Edgeworth:
(Argh... Just say what you mean, that you have no answer to my question!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Zinc Lablanc II)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your testimony just now and this piece of evidence...
Lablanc:
Ah! I cannot believe how much time I have spent here! Yo will pay for this time with your piece of evidence!
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? No, stop! This is an invaluable piece of evidence!
Lablanc:
If you do not know how to use it, then give it to me! I will try to use it for you!
Edgeworth:
Ngnnrgh... I know how to use it just fine, thank you! I... I simply made a tiny error.
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Zinc Lablanc II)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc, could you please take a look at this piece for me?
Lablanc:
Hmm... In American dollars... I say it is worth around... $9.99.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are you talking about!?
Lablanc:
What are YOU talking about? Were you not intending to sell it to me?
Edgeworth:
I-It's not for sale! (I think I need to present something a bit more case-making to him.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Zinc Lablanc II)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc, your testimony just now contradicts this piece of evidence!
Lablanc:
Ah, yes, from the old word "contradictus"...
Edgeworth:
Hm...? Oh, you are correct. But what does that have to do with our present situation?
Lablanc:
The word comprised of the parts "against" and "speak". I dare say I don't deal in such double talk. My are dealings are clean!
Edgeworth:
Th-That's all well and good, however, about this piece of evide...
Lablanc:
There is no value in that! I am not interested in buying that from you!
Edgeworth:
Arrrrgh! (There's plenty of value in it, even just superficially!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence perfectly exposes the flaw in your logic!
Franziska:
Oh? Well then, why don't you show me how it does just that? Go on!
Gumshoe:
Ooh! I bet it's this part, right? This conflicts with something, right, sir!?
Franziska:
You have no idea what you're talking about, do you!?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Don't speak up when you don't know what you're talking about!
Gumshoe:
Ouch... I was just trying to follow your head, sir...
Franziska:
That you would allow a subordinate to take over... You're a disgrace!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnnnnnnrrrrk! (I guess that wasn't it...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It would seem that your logic is not as perfect as you think it is.
Franziska:
And what is that supposed to mean!?
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence should show you exactly what I mean.
Franziska:
.........Oh, yes. It clearly shows what you're thinking. That you're attempting to buy yourself time!
Edgeworth:
Gnnngh! (I knew I shouldn't have tried to pull a fast one.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I believe your testimony just now conflicts with this piece of evidence.
Franziska:
And I believe that when you use the phrase "I believe", you are anything but certain. Which means that showing me that piece of evidence is just a way to waste time.
Edgeworth:
Aaaaaaaaaah! (She even managed to whip the evidence at the some time!)
Gumshoe:
Owwww!! Why did you whip me, too, sir!?
Edgeworth:
(That's one more victim besides myself and the evidence...)
Too many penalties (during Teneiro's argument)
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth, I think it's about time you just admitted your guilt.
Edgeworth:
I have no reason to admit to a crime I did not commit, madam.
Teneiro:
Ah, but the well-traveled attendant inside of me knows that you're guilty. Guilty of ruining the other passengers' fun! That is a most serious crime, sir!
Edgeworth:
A s-serious crime!? Surely not...!?
Teneiro:
We've already contacted the authorities, and they will pick you up upon our arrival. And as for the rest of the passengers, I ask that you please remain seated.
Edgeworth:
I was... handed over to the police, just as Ms. Teneiro said... Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of Lounge and Lablanc's argument)
Lablanc:
You continue to say you can prove you are not the criminal!?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc... If you could spare me a little more time...
Lablanc:
I think I have been plentiful with my patience! Any more spent time would be wasteful! You have had your chances! Even the angels have but two cheeks to strike upon!
Teneiro:
I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid it's my duty to report to the captain, Mr. Edgeworth... ...that you don't seem to be making very much progress in your investigation.
Edgeworth:
Gnrk! (Time's up...)
Lablanc:
Good! And I want to see you are handed to the police right away after the landing!
Edgeworth:
I was... handed over to the police, just as Mr. Lablanc wished... Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of In-Flight Shop)
Meele:
*yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn* Look, Mr. Edgeworth... You're not really finding out much... ...so I'm going to go ask the captain for his permission to stop your investigation, OK?
Edgeworth:
J-Just a little more time, I beg you.
Meele:
Un huh... Don't make me upset and be a good Mr. Edgeworth, OK? Come along now and let's get you back in your seat.
Edgeworth:
Th-There is no need to push!
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during Franziska's argument)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. Stop squirming and start acting like an honorable man!
Edgeworth:
Nmph... But there are still so many things I have yet to prove!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
You should know better than that, especially as a disciple of Manfred von Karma.
Edgeworth:
(Hmph! So a "low-life criminal" like me is not worth hearing out, is that it?)
Gumshoe:
But! But Mr. Edgeworth isn't the killer...OWWWWWWWWW!!
Franziska:
I will not allow you to cover for such low-life scum, Scruffy!
Edgeworth:
I was arrested by the police on the spot... Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (in Flight Attendants' Room)
Franziska:
That's enough, Miles Edgeworth. I think we've heard plenty.
Edgeworth:
How so...?
Franziska:
Rhoda Teneiro! I'm finding quite a few points in your story a bit hard to swallow. Why not come back to the precinct with me and let's talk it over again nice and slow.
Teneiro:
I...! No! Help me, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Gnrk... Ms. Teneiro...!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro was taken into custody under the pretense of a "valuable witness". Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Turnabout Airlines
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
March 12, 2:52 PMFlight I-390, Lower DeckCargo Hold
Gumshoe:
Wow, so this is the cargo hold, huh!? It's so biiiiiiiig!
Edgeworth:
This plane is a special model. It has both a super-large cargo hold and ultra-luxurious First Class seating.
Franziska:
So is this the real scene of the murder?
Edgeworth:
There is certainly a high probability of that, which is why we are here, correct?
Gumshoe:
OK! Let's get investigating, sir!
Begin Investigation
Lower Deck Cargo Hold
Logic
"Broken glasses" and "Glass shards"
Edgeworth:
I think we can safely conclude that these fragments are from a pair of glasses.
Gumshoe:
And the victim was waering a pair of broken glasses!
Edgeworth:
Exactly what I was thinking. I'm sure that the shards would match up perfectly with the remnants of his glasses' lenses. Ergo, the victim was here, just as I suspected.
Gumshoe:
So you're saying... ...that the real scene of the crime was here, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Isn't that what I've been saying for a while now!?
Gumshoe:
Oh, is it? I didn't know that!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps it's a bit early to draw that conclusion? ...however, I believe that the probability has just skyrocketed considerably. All that's left is to find the murder weapon...
"Profile on Franziska" and "Interpol"
Edgeworth:
Now, why would Mr. Hicks have documents profiling Franziska?
Gumshoe:
Oh, I know! I bet he's a big fan of Ms. von Karma, sir!
Edgeworth:
Franziska said that she had come to this airport as part of an Interpol investigation.
Gumshoe:
Oh! Maybe Mr. Hicks had heard she was coming here and he followed her...
Edgeworth:
Detective, I think it's more likely that Mr. Hicks was, in actuality, Interpol Agent Hicks. I think Franziska has some explaining to do.
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
Notice anything?
Gumshoe:
This cargo hold is really big! I can't believe they can fit stuff like that in here!
Edgeworth:
Detective! What are you going on about!? We're in the middle of an investigation here!
Gumshoe:
Whooooa! Stuff's falling on me! Ho ho, I can't get really into my work without something like this happening first. Well, let's get this show on the road! So, which item do you wanna start on!?
Edgeworth:
(In this world, there are those who are masochistic, and then there is Gumshoe.)
Teneiro's lie
Gumshoe:
So that flight attendant... Rhoda Teneiro... She's the killer, isn't she?
Edgeworth:
I don't think we can say for sure yet. But there certainly are a great number of things pointing us in that direction.
Gumshoe:
You mean like how she didn't tell us about her buying her own suitcase?
Edgeworth:
Yes, however, in regard to the keycard being stolen... ...I can't seem to find any evidence that she's lying about that.
Elevator
Gumshoe:
Ooh! I just love pushing the buttons on elevators and crosswalk signals! Here, you should give it a try, sir! Go on, push it!
Edgeworth:
...The elevator is currently stopped on the first floor, Detective. It can't move.
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah... I guess nothing would happen if you pushed it now...
Edgeworth:
Well, nothing would happen normally anyway without the special keycard. (Both the door to the attendants' room and the elevator's control panels... ...require a keycard, which makes it impossible for a passenger to come down here.)
Boxes on right
Edgeworth:
All sorts of boxes are piled up here.
Gumshoe:
This one says "FLAMMABLE", and this one... it says "PHARMACEUTICALS"...
Edgeworth:
...This one says for "FOR EXORCISM USE ONLY"... (Just what kind of operation is this airline running!?)
Officer
Edgeworth:
Have you noticed anything strange happening around here?
Officer:
No, sir! I haven't noticed a thing!
Edgeworth:
(I'm not sure that he meant to sound so oblivious...)
Franziska von Karma
Edgeworth:
You arrived at the scene of the crime before Detective Gumshoe, correct? And you then immediately began to direct the investigation. It seems to me that you were already here at this airport for something besides this murder.
Franziska:
............Yes, I was.
Why at this airport?
Franziska:
I've been following a very large and involved govermental-level international crime. But it's much too large for one person to take on alone. So it was decided that I should form a joint investigation with Interpol (Interpol - Franziska came to this airport as an Interpol liaison.).
Edgeworth:
Interpol is involved...?
Franziska:
It's a top-secret operation, so I really can't tell you any more than I already have.
Truth behind Hicks (after connecting "Profile on Franziska" and "Interpol")
Edgeworth:
You came to this airport to rendezvous with the victim, didn't you?
Franziska:
...Nonsense! What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
We found a profile detailing information about you in the victim's luggage. I suppose it was prepared for him so that he could recognize you when he landed. Which makes him not Mr. Hicks, but rather, Interpol Agent Hicks. Isn't that correct?
Franziska:
...I should've known you'd figure it out, Miles. But it looks like they got to him first.
Edgeworth:
So you really did come here to receive an Interpol agent, then?
Franziska:
Yes... Agent Hicks was on the trail of a very large international smuggling ring (Smuggling - Agent Hicks was on the trail of an international smuggling ring.). He went undercover to investigate this crime. And it was I who put him on this case. I was supposed to receive a call from him on his cell phone once he had landed. ...I never expected to receive a call about his murder instead.
Present
Crime Scene Note or Photo of Mr. Hicks
Franziska:
That's the victim... It's infuriating to see him crumpled on the floor like that, lifeless. I will catch the one who did this to him myself! i swear it!
Edgeworth:
(Franziska is really worked up over the victim...)
Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
What do you think about this piggy bank, Franziska?
Franziska:
What do I think? What else is there to think but that it's the murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
I meant, what do you think about the Mr. Ifly itself?
Franziska:
It's a crude rendition of a genus of primates commonly referred to as "slow lorises". "Loris" comes from the Dutch word of "simpleton", which is extremely fitting, because... ...that's exactly what Mr. Ifly represents, the guilty simpleton I'm going to arrest.
Edgeworth:
(I don't suppose she's capable of giving a more "normal" answer...)
Anything else
Franziska:
There's something much more urgent we should be dealing with right now. Don't waste my time or yours.
Black suitcase
Gumshoe:
Hey, what's with the suitcase, pal?
Officer:
It's what the victim checked-in, sir!
Edgeworth:
So this suitcase belonged to Mr. Hicks... I don't think he'd mind if we took a closer look.
Gumshoe:
There's nothing out of the ordinary in here, sir.
Edgeworth:
Wait. A file?
Gumshoe:
And there's a photo of Ms. von Karma in it, sir!
Edgeworth:
It looks like a profile on Franziska (Profile on Franziska - Why did Mr. Hicks have documents on Franziska in his possession?)... Why would Mr. Hicks have had a file on her...?
Teneiro's suitcases
Gumshoe:
Holy suitcases, Mr. Edgeworth! It's like an all-you-can-use suitcase fair!
Edgeworth:
These must be all the left-over ones they couldn't sell. (The ones the company is planning to dispose of after this flight is over...)
Gumshoe:
This paint job is really cool, don't you think!? It practically screams "ARTSY!"
Edgeworth:
Oh? Why not purchase one, then? I'm sure it will bring you much happiness.
Gumshoe:
You think so!? Then maybe I will! Let's see here... ...TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!? .........I think I'll pass.
Edgeworth:
(And Ms. Teneiro wonders why they don't sell, You'd need two jobs just to buy one. ...Hmm, it definitely looks like one is missing. Hm? What is this brittle substance I'm stepping on?) It's a bunch of... glass fragments (Glass shards - What are these glass shards from?)...?
Large cargo
Gumshoe:
I didn't know that this plane was capable of carrying such large pieces of cargo. This thing's as tall as two of you on top of each other, sir!
Edgeworth:
It would probably take 20 of you to cover the entire surface of this monstrosity.
Gumshoe:
What, really!? Hmm... Yeah, I guess that sounds about right!
Edgeworth:
(There's really no need to take that throwaway estimate seriously, Detective...)
Boxes on left
Edgeworth:
Keeping track of this many pieces of cargo must be very taxing on the cargo crew.
Gumshoe:
This sure brings back memories of when I worked as a part-time mover, sir!
Edgeworth:
(By the looks in his eyes, he's waiting for me to ask about the rest of the story... ...but no matter how he pours on the puppy eyes, I have no intention of doing so.)
(Connecting all possible Logic and Clearing "Truth behind Hicks" "Talk" option leads to:)
Edgeworth:
I think we now have pretty definitive evidence... ...that Agent Hicks came down here to the cargo hold.
Gumshoe:
But what was he doing down here, sir? There's nothing but luggage! Oh, I get it! Maybe he forgot something in his suitcase, and came down to get it! Owwwww!
Franziska:
Agent Hicks came here for a work-related reason. Of that I'm sure.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'm sure he was here to investigate the smuggling operation he was observing. Franziska, do you know exactly how he intended to pursue his investigation?
Franziska:
No. Unfortunately, I was going to find out from him after he landed...
Edgeworth:
I see... But this raises another question. A normal passenger can't access the cargo hold on their own.
Franziska:
Agent Hicks must have identified himself to a member of the crew... ...and entered the cargo hold with that person who let him in.
Edgeworth:
Yes, and then he was murdered here... These glass fragments and his broken glasses are a testament to that. And then...
Franziska:
The killer put Agent Hicks into one of the spare suitcases and...
Edgeworth:
...They entered the elevator, But while they were riding it up... ...the plane hit that patch of turbulence. Because of the intense shaking, the suitcase popped open, and Agent Hicks's body flew out. At the same time, his wallet fell out of his pocket, spilling its contents everywhere. Which explains why there was money scattered all over the elevator floor.
Investigation Complete
Franziska:
I think it's pretty easy to say who the culprit is at this stage.
Gumshoe:
What!? Really, sir!?
Edgeworth:
.........
Franziska:
I know what you're thinking, Miles Edgeworth. But the killer can be none other than Ms. Rhoda Teneiro!
-- Definitive Evidence --
Franziska:
If it was a crew member, any one of them could've shown Agent Hicks to the cargo hold.
But the point to keep in mind is the keycard that allows the elevator to come down here.
The only person with such high-level access is Ms. Rhoda Teneiro!
I'd say that's a pretty decisive piece of information, wouldn't you?
Edgeworth:
(I know what she's trying to say, but I'm not certain it's as simple as that.)
Rebuttal
-- Definitive Evidence --
Franziska:
If it was a crew member, any one of them could've shown Agent Hicks to the cargo hold.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That might be true, but then, it could be anyone, including Ms. Meele or even the captain.
Franziska:
Don't be a fool! A plane without a pilot in the cockpit is like... ...a horse without a rider, crop in hand! Much like Scruffy over there!
Gumshoe:
H-Heeeeeeeeeigh!
Edgeworth:
(I can't disagree with her on that. Detective Gumshoe does always need a guiding hand.) Very well, then what about the other flight attendant, Ms. Meele?
Franziska:
Hah, I thought you might ask about her.
Franziska:
But the point to keep in mind is the keycard that allows the elevator to come down here.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But it's highly likely that the keycard was stolen from Ms. Teneiro!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
"It's highly likely"...? Is that "possibility" the best you can come up with? And you call yourself a disciple of my father!
Edgeworth:
Nnnrgh! Yes, well... While I don't have any evidence, I...
Franziska:
Be quiet! You're a disgrace! There's more evidence pointing to Ms. Rhoda Teneiro, you know! It's not just the keycard that gives her away!
Edgeworth:
Are you talking about the murder weapon, the Mr. Ifly piggy bank?
Franziska:
Yes! She is also the only person with a key to open that display case!
Edgeworth:
............
Adds statement:
"Further, there is the matter of the key to the display case that held the murderous bank."
Franziska:
Further, there is the matter of the key to the display case that held the murderous bank.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"But that is a fake..."
Franziska:
The only person with such high-level access is Ms. Rhoda Teneiro!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why would such important things, like the keycard, be entrusted to only one person?
Franziska:
According to Cammy Meele, Rhoda Teneiro is in charge of most of the "important stuff".
Edgeworth:
Then what exactly is Ms. Meele in charge of?
Franziska:
Chatting it up with that foolish captain, apparently. She was being so foolishly foolish that I didn't want to ask what her other duties were!
Edgeworth:
Gah! I understand how you feel, but whipping me just now was uncalled for!
Franziska:
In the end, the only one who could've let Agent Hicks into the hold was Rhoda Teneiro.
Franziska:
I'd say that's a pretty decisive piece of information, wouldn't you?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Decisive...? Do you really think it's that strong?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
There is no room for doubt! All of the other evidence points to her as well!
Edgeworth:
Hmm.........
Franziska:
No snappy comeback? That's as it should be.
Edgeworth:
(Tch... There's not a single flaw in Franziska's reasoning. However, there must be something I can work with that I can draw out of her.)
Edgeworth:
But that is a fake...
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Stop right there, Miles Edgeworth! You don't have any proof that this is just a red herring! If you must keep on insisting that it's a fake... ...then what is the real murder weapon and where did it go?
Edgeworth:
.........
Franziska:
Speechless, I see. That's not a surprise. After all, you know that we've searched the entire cargo hold and came up empty-handed!
Edgeworth:
(There must be a way... There must be something that can help me rule out the piggy bank as the murder weapon... What should be examined further to help us ascertain the authenticity of the weapon?)
Piggy bank
Edgeworth:
We should examine the bank itself once more to determine if it is the real murder weapon. If this is the real weapon, it should be damaged or perhaps have a dent on it somewhere.
Franziska:
We've looked into that already and there is no sign of anything on it. But we can't discount it as the murder weapon on that one fact alone. The piggy bank is, after all, made of a stronger material than human flesh.
Edgeworth:
Nnngh... (If I can't prove it through the piggy bank itself, then I must find another way!)
Leads back to:
"(What should be examined further to help us ascertain the authenticity of the weapon?)"
Crime scene
Edgeworth:
I think we should examine the crime scene in more detail. We might turn up the murder weapon if we search all of the cargo and luggage.
Franziska:
Did you think I hadn't thought of that? Even now, we're searching through them. But we haven't found anything that even closely resembles a murder weapon.
Edgeworth:
Tsk... Alright then. I suppose we should examine something else.
Leads back to:
"(What should be examined further to help us ascertain the authenticity of the weapon?)"
The body
Leads to:
"Franziska, I think you were too quick to jump to your conclusions."
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I think you were too quick to jump to your conclusions.
Franziska:
Oh, was I!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. We don't even have the autopsy results yet. How can I not say that you made a snap judgement when you have yet to even see... ...if the wound on Agent Hicks's head is consistent with the "murder weapon"?
Franziska:
......... Scruffy!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir!
Franziska:
Contact the medical examiner's office at once! I wish to hear the results of Agent Hicks's autopsy!
Gumshoe:
Eeeek! Yes, siiiiiir!!!
Gumshoe:
W-We've got a big problem, Mr. Edgeworth, sir!
Edgeworth:
What is it, Detective!?
Gumshoe:
They're still doing the autopsy, but they said that they already know this one thing for sure!
Franziska:
Report! Now!
Gumshoe:
The doc said that it's one giant bruise from a beating from his shoulder down to his mid-back!
Edgeworth:
From the victim's shoulder to his mid-back? He was beaten over such a wide area?
Gumshoe:
Well, I'd say maybe it's a sign the killer had a grudge against Agent Hicks! It wasn't just his head; the killer went all out and hit him multiple times, sir!
Autopsy Report data jotted down in my Organizer.
Franziska:
Scruffy! What is "had a grudge against Agent Hicks" supposed to mean!?
Gumshoe:
I... Well, that's... Um...
Edgeworth:
Was the wound on the victim's head consistent with the murder weapon, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Oh, well, they said they were still looking into that, sir!
Franziska:
............You're completely useless!
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeeooooooooowwwww!!
Officer:
Sir, I told you already! You can't go down there!
???:
No, you remove yourself from my way!
Edgeworth:
What is all that racket?
Lablanc:
My luggage! My cargo! They're mine, and I demand you return them to me!
Officer:
We're still investigating the cargo hold! Please understand and have a little patience!
Lablanc:
...I suppose there is no choice...
Officer:
Finally... I think he gav... Hey! What are you...!?
Lablanc:
You have left me no choice but to use strong force! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr!!
Officer:
Y-You won't get past me!
Edgeworth:
(This is...! Wait, that's it! So that's what this whole thing has been about!)
Franziska:
Further, there is the matter of the key to the display case that held the murderous bank (Mr. Ifly piggy bank - Is there some way for me to prove that this isn't the real murder weapon?).
Franziska:
After all, you know that we've searched the entire cargo hold and came up empty-handed (Weapon couldn't be found - Nobody could find anything that could be considered the real weapon in the hold.)!
Gumshoe:
The doc said that it's one giant bruise from a beating from his shoulder down to his mid-back (Cause of death - Extensive bruising from back of head down to mid-back, as if severely beaten.)!
Connect Logic "Mr. Ifly piggy bank" and "Cause of death"
Leads to:
"(Already, the killer struck the victim many times over...)"
Edgeworth:
(Already, the killer struck the victim many times over... ...which is why there is extensive bruising over such a wide area. ...But is that really the correct conclusion to draw from the evidence? The bruise from his shoulder to the middle of his back is one continuous mark... ...which is more suggestive of a single blow to the back. If that's the case, then the piggy back is much too small to have caused that. Therefore, the murder weapon must be something far bigger (A sizable weapon - The unusually large area of bruising suggests that a very large weapon was used!)!)
Connect Logic "Weapon couldn't be found" and "A sizeable weapon"
Leads to:
"(Already, the killer struck the victim many times over...)"
Edgeworth:
(If we're looking for a rather large weapon, you'd think it would stick out... But so far, we haven't found anything that resembles a weapon of any sort. Perhaps... Just perhaps, it's something we all overlooked from the very beginning. ...because normally, it's too impossibly big to be taken into consideration!)
Gumshoe:
Wh-What was that all about!? Was he trying to jump his way down here!?
Edgeworth:
Franziska!
Franziska:
Wh-What!? What do you want!?
Edgeworth:
I found it, Franziska... I found the real murder weapon!
Franziska:
Y-You did!?
Gumshoe:
He... He really jumped!
Edgeworth:
We didn't realize it until now, but... ...the answer has been right in front of us this whole time!
Gumshoe:
He might be hurt! We should go check up on him, sirs!
Franziska:
There's that pompous attitude of yours again. You should learn to drop that habit.
Edgeworth:
(This coming from a prosecutor with a habit of whipping everyone she comes across...)
Franziska:
Anyway, if you really are a prosecutor, then you'll back yourself up with evidence!
Gumshoe:
...You two aren't listening at all, are you...?
Franziska:
Come on then, show me this "real murder weapon" you speak of!
Show evidence
Edgeworth:
This is the real murder weapon!
Present Mr. Ifly Piggy Bank
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
As we have thought all along, the real murder weapon is probably this piggy bank.
Franziska:
How easily you flip-flop on your own opinions. Perhaps you should flip-flop with Scruffy there and trade jobs. I'm sure he'd like that.
Edgeworth:
......You must be joking! (I can't believe I showed her the fake murder weapon!)
Leads to:
"(I need to think about the circumstances of the victim's death in a different way.)"
Present iFly Suitcase
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The real weapon is... this suitcase.
Franziska:
When you say it with such confidence, I suppose you must have some evidence...?
Edgeworth:
Of course. Agent Hicks was placed into this suitcase alive. And it was while he was in here that he was beaten in the head and ba...aaackngh!
Franziska:
I wonder if you would die if I whipped you from head to toe right now?
Edgeworth:
(What are you thinking, woman!? Of course I would!)
Leads to:
"(I need to think about the circumstances of the victim's death in a different way.)"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I have concluded... that this is the real weapon, I suppose.
Franziska:
Wh-What is that supposed to mean, you fool!?
Edgeworth:
That... was practice just now for when I would show you the real murder weapon.
Franziska:
Why don't we add "practice whippings" to your routine as well?
Edgeworth:
Aaaaaaargnnn!
Leads to:
"(I need to think about the circumstances of the victim's death in a different way.)"
Edgeworth:
(I need to think about the circumstances of the victim's death in a different way. There's a wide bruise running from the victim's shoulder down to his mid-back. Maybe I should be focusing on what could cause such a large bruise in one strike...?)
Leads back to:
"Come on then, show me this "real murder weapon" you speak of!"
Don't have evidence to show
Leads to:
"Hmph. I don't have any evidence to show you."
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I don't have any evidence to show you.
Franziska:
Foolish reasoning for a foolish fool from a foolishly foolish fool meant to fool me... What do you mean by "I don't have any evidence to show"!?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps I should've phrased it as "that which caused Agent Hicks's death is incorporeal". Forgive me, but I do believe I have figured out what was the real cause of death!
Suffocation
Edgeworth:
The victim suffered from a lack of oxygen in the elevator and suffocated!
Franziska:
..................
Edgeworth:
A-And... ...the bruising on his back and his broken neck was caused by his sudden fall to the ground.
Franziska:
..................
Edgeworth:
..................
Franziska:
...You are like a fly buzzing in my ear. Be gone!
Edgeworth:
Aaaaargn!
Gumshoe:
Aw, that wasn't such a bad guess, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Without a shred of proof, did he just accuse me of making a good "guess"...? Wait... But he did imply I was on the right track...)
Leads back to:
"Forgive me, but I do believe I have figured out what was the real cause of death!"
Free fall
Leads to:
"The victim fell from a great height and subsequently died as a result."
Strangulation
Edgeworth:
The victim was strangled to death inside the elevator! But there are no marks on his neck because... the killer found a way to hide them somehow. A-And... ...the bruising on his back and his broken neck was caused by his sudden fall to the ground.
Franziska:
Care to explain how the killer magically erased strangulation marks from around his neck!?
Edgeworth:
..................
Franziska:
.................. In that case, please allow me to demonstrate.
Edgeworth:
That's going to leave a mark!
Gumshoe:
Aw, that wasn't such a bad guess, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Without a shred of proof, did he just accuse me of making a good "guess"...? Wait... But he did imply I was on the right track...)
Leads back to:
"Forgive me, but I do believe I have figured out what was the real cause of death!"
Edgeworth:
The victim fell from a great height and subsequently died as a result. In other words, the real cause of death is free-falling to the ground!
Gumshoe:
He f...f...
Franziska:
...Fell to his death!?
Edgeworth:
(Yes... This is the only plausible possibility!) The victim has extensive bruising on the back of his head and his back. And the only rational explanation for these injuries is that he fell to his death!
Franziska:
B-But the murder happened inside this plane!
Edgeworth:
I know.
Franziska:
Are you claiming that there is someplace in this plane from which he could've fallen from!?
Edgeworth:
As I said earlier, the answer has been right in front of us the entire time!
Franziska:
You... You can't mean!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I do. The victim fell from the top of the stairs of this very cargo hold!
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaaat!? Then... Then... W-We're in trouble! We may have a second death on our hands, sirs! Hey, you! Tell me you aren't dead, pal!
Lablanc:
Quiet! Why are you screaming!?
Gumshoe:
! He's alive!
Franziska:
And there you have it, Miles Edgeworth! It's not possible that Agent Hicks fell over the railing to his death. That man is living proof of that.
Edgeworth:
.........I suppose it's true that it's not possible... given the current circumstances.
Franziska:
The "current" circumstances? What is that supposed to mean!?
Edgeworth:
Suppose that large piece of cargo wasn't there at the time. What would've happened then?
Gumshoe:
He would've been a Borginian pancake for sure, sir!
Franziska:
I suppose that man over there wouldn't still be breathing... But the reality is that the cargo box is there! So there is no point in entertaining your wild hypothetical scenarios!
Edgeworth:
It may be there now... but there is no proof that it was always there!
Franziska:
Hah! As if there could've been a window of time when that giant box was not there!
Edgeworth:
Ah, but there was.
Franziska:
What...?
Edgeworth:
(What can I use to show her that it's possible the box was not always where it is now?)
Present Refueling in Zheng Fa
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You refueled in the Republic of Zheng Fa...!?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Doesn't this show sufficient probability to you?
Franziska:
Wh-Why are you asking me!? I was the one asking you!
Gumshoe:
I think there's some possibility in that, siiiiiiiiiiiir!
Franziska:
No one was asking for opinions from the instant noodle crowd, Scruffy!
Edgeworth:
(I suppose this is where the phrase "to be whipped by one's opponent" came from.)
Franziska:
Don't act as though you have nothing to do with this! Now answer the question!
Edgeworth:
(I suppose she's right. But first, I should reconsider all of the information I have.)
Leads back to:
"(What can I use to show her that it's possible the box was not always where it is now?)"
Franziska:
You refueled in the Republic of Zheng Fa...!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, this flight had a short layover in Zheng Fa in order to refuel. But that wasn't the only reason for the layover. We also transferred some cargo. What if the box in question was only transferred onto the plane at that time? To further prove my point, let's take a look at what's next to the box in question.
Gumshoe:
Ah! It's labeled "Zheng Fa Express"!
Edgeworth:
Correct. Meaning it was loaded onto the plane in Zheng Fa.
Cargo from Zheng Fa data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Now, what if the box in question was also loaded on at the same time?
Franziska:
It would mean that the box... ...was not here in the cargo hold during the Europe - Zheng Fa leg of the flight.
Edgeworth:
Making a clear drop from which Agent Hicks could've fallen to his death entirely possible!
Franziska:
Ah, but your theory is still very far-fetched.
Edgeworth:
Then allow me a chance to prove how very likely my scenario is. (My first order of business will be to examine that piece of cargo in more detail...)
Begin Investigation
Lower Deck Cargo Hold
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
Cause of death
Gumshoe:
Man... I can't believe Mr. Hicks fell to his death. I never would have guessed in a million years!
Edgeworth:
That is still only a hypothesis, however, the investigation should prove it to be true.
Gumshoe:
Speaking of falling, I'm glad that art guy's OK! He took quite the spill!
Edgeworth:
Yes, he was lucky to have landed on top of that piece of cargo.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I can just see it now. "Passenger Pays Price for Police Foul Up! Did Prosecutor Edgeworth add fuel to the fire of the first murder with a second death!?" Yup, I'm willing to bet that it'd make the front page!
Edgeworth:
.........! (That's not funny, Detective!)
Officer
Gumshoe:
If you spot anything off, you come and tell me right away, OK, pal!?
Officer:
Roger, sir!
Edgeworth:
(It's rather unusual for Gumshoe to be so directing. He must outrank this officer.)
Gumshoe:
If you run into any trouble, you just leave it up to me, OK?
Officer:
Yes, sir...! Ah! Watch out, Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Owwwwwwwwwww!!!
Franziska:
Scruffy! I think your ego is in need of some deflating.
Gumshoe:
I-I was following in your footsteps, sir... I wanna try patronizing my subordinates.
Edgeworth:
(Cruel and unforgiving to the Detective, even in front of his own subordinate...)
Franziska von Karma
Edgeworth:
If I may have a word with you, Franziska...
Franziska:
I don't think you have the time for idle chatter. You still need to prove to me that your hypothetical situation is, in fact, really.
Black suitcase
Edgeworth:
So Mr. Hicks was actually an Interpol agent...
Gumshoe:
That is so cool! I can't believe he was from Interpol! The adventure! The glamour! And the miraculous big escape when you get caught by the enemy!
Edgeworth:
...Except, in this case, there was no big escape.
Gumshoe:
...And no miracle.
Teneiro's suitcases
Edgeworth:
The left-over suitcases sit here, lined up in two pretty, neat rows. Too bad for Ms. Teneiro, but this design is unmarketable.
Gumshoe:
I'd buy one if it was cheaper, sir! Do you think they'd sell it to me at a discount? Oh! Or! Why don't they sell them in the airport and have a bargain basement sale!? "Buy one get one free! If you win the raffle, you get one more for free!" How about those ideas, sir!?
Edgeworth:
I think if they did that, everyone would lose.
Officer with Lablanc
Lablanc:
Borginise speaking! Borginise speaking! Borginise speaking?!
Officer:
You can rant at me in Borginian all you want, but no still means no, sir!
Lablanc:
What!? You cheap man! You are only waiting for me to give you money, yes!?
Gumshoe:
This guy is really pushy... I wonder if he really makes any sales this way.
Edgeworth:
As long as I never have to face him in court, he can be as pushy as he wants.
Large cargo
Leads to:
"Hmm... This is a rather large piece of cargo."
Edgeworth:
Hmm... This is a rather large piece of cargo.
Gumshoe:
There's a tag on it, sir... Let's see... "Alif Red Statue"...? Never heard of it.
Edgeworth:
Nor I, but all I care about is if we can prove it wasn't here at the time of the crime.
Gumshoe:
Then let's get investigating, sir!
Lablanc:
Borginise speaking! Borginise speaking! Look here! Do not go about touching my possessions without my permission!
Gumshoe:
Aaack! D-Don't rush up on me like that, pal!
Edgeworth:
(So this belongs to Mr. Lablanc, does it? I should see what else I can find out from him...)
Logic
"Smuggling" and "Valuable piece of art"
Edgeworth:
(If Mr. Lablanc has something to do with the smuggling ring... ...then it's possible this fake statue was brought onboard in Zheng Fa! I think I need to question him a bit further.)
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
Valuable artwork (after talking about "Lablanc's cargo")
Gumshoe:
What exactly is an "extremely valuable piece of art", sir? It is like the stiff you see at country fairs?
Edgeworth:
Somehow, I get the impression that it's worth a lot more than you can comprehend.
Gumshoe:
So this thing is worth more than I can imagine, huh. Whoooooooooop! It kinda makes me wanna try collection expensive art!
Edgeworth:
Collecting expensive art...? Hmm... Interesting. It seems there are people out there besides Mr. Lablanc who know the true value of art.
Gumshoe:
Huh? ...Are you talking about me, sir?
Edgeworth:
Of course not! Where did you get an idea like that!?
Smuggling (after talking about "Fake statue")
Gumshoe:
Phoo-whee! I thought something smelled fishy in here! Turns out it's a smuggling ring!
Edgeworth:
If a smuggling ring is involved in this case... ...then their target would most definitely be the most valuable piece of art.
Gumshoe:
And that'd be the two statues on either side of the elevator, right, sir!?
Edgeworth:
I doubt those ghastly things are worth anything to anyone other than the person depicted.
Officer on upstairs
Edgeworth:
Good job, officer. Mr. Lablanc is certainly not an easy person to hold back.
Officer:
No thanks necessary, sir! It's all part of the job... even if he did eventually get by...
Edgeworth:
Well, I have a few things to ask him anyway, so it worked out in your favor this time.
Officer:
Thank you very much, sir! Next time, I'll be sure to not let anyone through... ...even if it takes my life in the process, sir!
Edgeworth:
...I appreciate the sentiment, however, we can't have people getting hurt on the job either.
Zinc Lablanc II
Lablanc's cargo
Edgeworth:
I take it that this large piece of cargo belongs to you, Mr. Lablanc?
Lablanc:
Of course it is mine! I shipped this fine piece of art from Europe! This "Alif Red Statue" is worth 10 million cents! No! Maybe much, much more!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Mr. Lablanc's reason for choosing this plane must've been the large cargo hold.)
Gumshoe:
Ten million cents...? 
Edgeworth:
I suggest you stop trying to calculate how many packets of noodles that makes, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Darn... How did you do that!? I feel like you getting better and better at seeing right through me every year!
Edgeworth:
(Though I grow with each revolution of the planet around the sun... ...I have the distinct impression he continues to madly spin in place.)
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth... So that 10 million cents... Is that in Euros or in Dollars?
Edgeworth:
.........Does it really make a difference to our case!? Mr. Lablanc, there is a chance that your cargo is related to our murder case. I was wondering if you would allow us to examine it a bit closer.
Lablanc:
It is a very valuable piece of art (Valuable piece of art - Mr. Lablanc claims to have brought a piece of art from Europe, but...)! So, no! There will be no touching!
Fake statue (after connect Logic)
Leads to:
"About your statue, Mr. Lablanc..."
Present
Borginian Cloth
Lablanc:
What a waste! How horrible to see a priceless piece of cloth soiled!
Edgeworth:
I-I assure you it wasn't me! I believe it to be the work of the killer.
Lablanc:
I will teach that killer a lesson! You can be sure I will! It will be the "Lablanc Revolution"!
Edgeworth:
(I think he meant the "Lablanc Retribution", but either way, it sounds intimidating.)
Anything else
Lablanc:
Why do you show me something of no value!? "Show me the bread" first and maybe we will talk!
Edgeworth:
(Wait, he wants me to pay him before he'll comment on this?)
Large cargo (subsequent times)
Lablanc:
Look here! Do not go about touching my possessions without my permission!
Edgeworth:
(I suppose I have to first appease Mr. Lablanc if I want to examine this in more detail.)
Edgeworth:
About your statue, Mr. Lablanc... ...I wonder if it might be a fake.
Lablanc:
Wh-What!? How dare you say my art is fake!
Edgeworth:
I suspect that your statue... might be the target of an international smuggling ring.
Lablanc:
Don't say such fantasical things! Those thieves would not dare! I have the certification of my cargo right here!
Franziska:
Do you mean the Cargo Certification document? Mr. Zinc Lablanc! Why didn't you say so earlier!? Please show it to us at once! ......... I can't read this! What does it say!?
Lablanc:
It says as plain as day "the cargo was put onto the plane in Europe"!
Franziska:
And there you have it, Miles Edgeworth. Too bad for you... ...this statue was brought onboard in Europe, just as it states in this certificate.
Edgeworth:
No, that's...!
Franziska:
Which means that there never was a window of time in which the statue wasn't sitting there!
Alif Red Certificate data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
............ I respectfully disagree. We can't discount the theory until I see the statue for myself!
Lablanc:
Hmph! Then you can have your wish! Look at it yourself and see I am right!
Edgeworth:
This...! I know I've seen this somewhere before...
Gumshoe:
This is the "Alif Red"!? It gives off such a feeling of ART! I can practically smell it!
Lablanc:
This statue has a high amount of historic value! After it was unveiled at a museum in Europe... ...I brought it to this country to exhibit it!
Alif Red Statue data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(I believe a closer look is warranted here...)
Zinc Lablanc II
Lablanc:
I grant you permission to look, but if you make tiny, single fingerprint... ...I will make you pay 10 million cents!
Edgeworth:
Isn't that the value of the statue itself!?
Lablanc:
Of course! It is the price of my very valuable time and the loaning of my statue! Now you wasted another minute! That will make your bill 11 million cents now!
Edgeworth:
(Ack! I'm going to have to conduct this examination with even greater haste!)
Alif Red Statue (top side)
First time
Edgeworth:
What have we here...?
Gumshoe:
It says "Zheng Fa Express" on the cloth, sir! I'm gonna take a guess and say that this delivery company is based in Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
If that's the case, then we can assume this was loaded onto the plane in Zheng Fa. (Something is tugging on the corner of my mind... as though something is out of place...?)
Subsequent times
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Statue
Edgeworth:
(So this is the Alif Red statue... I swear I've seen this somewhere before...)
Gumshoe:
No wonder this thing is worth 10 million cents! Look at how it sparkles, sir!
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't call it "sparkling", Detective... Maybe more along the lines of... "dully shining".
Statue (after deduce statue's eyes)
Edgeworth:
So this Alif Red is a fake...
Gumshoe:
That art dealer isn't looking too happy about it either, sir.
Edgeworth:
I will get to the bottom of this, for his sake as well as mine.
Statue (after deduce stuck cloth)
Edgeworth:
So this statue was brought onboard in Zheng Fa...
Gumshoe:
Which means it's a fake, right, sir?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and there is still one last contradiction to resolve here.
Gumshoe:
Huh? Where?
Edgeworth:
As unobservant as ever, I see. Take a good look at the evidence and it'll come to you.
Statue's eyes
Edgeworth:
Are these eyes made of some sort of gem...?
Gumshoe:
That's a real nice shade of orange! For a sec, I couldn't even tell they were jewels! Oh, but they kinda remind me of the eyes of this stray cat that lives near my house!
Edgeworth:
(Are the eyes supposed to be this color...? Is it possible this statue... is a fake...?)
Statue's eyes (after deduce statue's eyes)
Gumshoe:
I can't believe you were able to tell this was a fake from a single glance, sir! You knew right away that its eyes were a different color than the ones in the photo!
Edgeworth:
Yes, unlike a certain Detective who needs to try a little harder... (The fact that this is a fake means it was swapped with the real one at some point...)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce eyes and present Photo of Mr. Hicks
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
These eyes are awfully orange, don't you think?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and pretty! They remind me of sunsets when I was in grade school, sir!
Edgeworth:
...I don't think you see what I'm talking about.
Gumshoe:
No, I do. But it's really like the color of the sun when it's setting, sir! Ah, the memories... I remember standing out in that field, spinning with my arms out until I felt ill...
Edgeworth:
I don't care about sunsets! Focus, Detective! What color are the eyes in this photo!?
Gumshoe:
H-Huh!? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Sir! They're red!
Edgeworth:
As I thought... This statue is a fake. Mr. Lablanc.
Lablanc:
What do you want!? Do you not know I am a busy man!? I allow you two seconds for your answer!
Edgeworth:
The Alif Red... I suppose this is your pride and joy, is it not?
Lablanc:
It is the biggest trophy on this European trip! Do you know why I wanted to possess this statue? The trigger started 17 years ago...
Gumshoe:
Better grab a chair, sir. Sounds like this is gonna be a long story...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Lablanc, I regret to inform you, and you have my heartfelt sympathy, but...
Lablanc:
What is that? Sympathy? For what?
Edgeworth:
You'll see. I'd like you to compare the eyes.
Lablanc:
...That large fellow there has very bright and pretty eyes compared to you.
Edgeworth:
I wasn't talking about the two of us! I meant the eyes of the statue in front of us and the one in this photo!
Lablanc:
Why the sudden yelling!? Now then... Ohhh! It is a photo of the statue on display at the museum in Europe! ............Nnwwwhaaaaaaah!!!
Edgeworth:
Now do you see, Mr. Lablanc? The statue before us is a fake.
Lablanc:
A...A faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake!?
Edgeworth:
I believe that even further examination will be required... ...now that we have confirmed that this is indeed a fake. There must be some sort of proof that this was brought onboard in Zheng Fa. And I will present to you evidence that will resolve the remaining contradiction!
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
I'm not entirely confident that there is a contradiction here... What do you think, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Well, I think it's really suspicious-looking, sir! My well-trained gut tells me so!
Edgeworth:
............I see. Well then, I must be mistaken.
Gumshoe:
How come when I answer confidently, you take that to mean we're off course, sir?
Alif Red Statue (bottom side)
Stuck cloth
Edgeworth:
(What's this...?)
Gumshoe:
The statue looks like it's stepping all over its neighbor's cloth cover. It kinda resembles its owner's attitude in a sense, ho ho!
Lablanc:
You! What did you said now!? Further, my clothing's hem is not being stepped on by anyone! It is too expensive for me to allow that to happen!
Edgeworth:
Please forgive the trespasses of my subordinate.
Lablanc:
Why should I forgive if the dress passes!? Unless it is an expensive dress, you keep it!
Edgeworth:
............
Stuck cloth (after deduce stuck cloth)
Gumshoe:
I can't believe you could spot a contradiction from a piece of cloth getting stuck!
Lablanc:
You two! Why do you continue talking about the hem of my clothing being stuck!?
Edgeworth:
(The fact that this was brought onboard in Zheng Fa... ...is going to bring many a tears to Mr. Lablanc's eyes.)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce stuck cloth and present Cargo from Zheng Fa
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
There is clearly a contradiction here!
Franziska:
What are you going on about? It's just a simple case of a cargo getting stuck under another piece of cargo. ............ Ah! That's not possible...!
Edgeworth:
But it is... It shouldn't be this way, but the statue is on top of the cloth. Supposing that the neighboring piece of cargo was brought onboard in Zheng Fa... ...there is no way that any part of it should wind up under something from Europe. Which means that this fake statue was smuggled onboard in Zheng Fa!
Franziska:
But then what about the cargo certificate!?
Edgeworth:
Let me ask in return, what about Agent Hicks? Why did he come down here in the middle of the flight?
Franziska:
?
Edgeworth:
There is only one reason why: to secure proof of smuggling activity aboard this flight.
Franziska:
So you say, but I don't believe he had to do that mid-flight. We could've just as easily inspected all of the cargo after the plane landed.
Edgeworth:
That must be true, however, you have it backwards, Franziska. Sure, Agent Hicks could have waited until after the plane had landed... ...but he had a reason for coming down to the cargo hold. Suppose he had found the fake at the airport. It would've been after the swap had occurred. At that time, the suspicion would naturally fall onto the statue's owner... ...who would have no way to prove that the statue was switched without his knowledge. Which means there is someone involved who is forging or modifying cargo certificates.
Alif Red Certificate data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
I believe that even further examination will be required... ...now that we have confirmed that this was brought onboard in Zheng Fa. There must be some sort of proof that this statue is indeed a fake. And I will present to you evidence that will resolve the remaining contradiction!
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
I'm not entirely confident that there is a contradiction here... What do you think, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Well, I think it's really suspicious-looking, sir! My well-trained gut tells me so!
Edgeworth:
............I see. Well then, I must be mistaken.
Gumshoe:
How come when I answer confidently, you take that to mean we're off course, sir?
Large cargo on left
Edgeworth:
What have we here...?
Gumshoe:
It says "Zheng Fa Express" on the cloth, sir! I'm gonna take a guess and say that this delivery company is based in Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
If that's the case, then we can assume this was loaded onto the plane in Zheng Fa. (Something is tugging on the corner of my mind... as though something is out of place...?)
Examine evidence
Eyes of Alif Red Statue
Edgeworth:
This statue's eyes look like they're made of a jewel-like stone.
Gumshoe:
Those gems sure are pretty! And look at that fiery orange color, sir!
Edgeworth:
Well, according to Mr. Lablanc, this whole thing is worth a pretty penny.
Gumshoe:
Ooh! I just got a really great idea! I can probably find some rocks down by the river I can polish up to look like real jewels! I think I'll try that out and give one to Maggey as a present next time!
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if he's serious... and I wonder if I should try to stop him if he is...)
Eyes of Alif Red Statue (after deduce)
Edgeworth:
The jewels in the eye sockets... They were made to look just like real gems.
Gumshoe:
So you mean... these aren't real?
Edgeworth:
Do you really think the forgers would waste that kind of money on a replica?
Gumshoe:
I guess not... Ooh! I just got a really great idea! I can probably find some rocks down by the river I can polish up to look like real jewels! I think I'll try that out and give one to Maggey as a present next time!
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if he's serious... and I wonder if I should try to stop him if he is...)
(Deduce all contradictions of Alif Red Statue leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Gumshoe:
I guess the victim knew the real version of this was gonna get nabbed, huh?
Edgeworth:
Yes. While this photo could be seen as nothing more than a simple souvenir... ...it was in fact taken to be used as a reference document later on. Next, Agent Hicks had to secure proof that the smuggling had taken place. He came down here to take a picture of the cargo hold... ...a rather empty one at that, right before the fake statue could be loaded onboard.
Franziska:
A photo of the hold missing a valuable piece of cargo would have been proof enough. After that, all he had to do was hold the Zheng Fa cargo crew and arrest the smuggler.
Edgeworth:
Exactly. This only goes to prove my theory. If the statue was not in the cargo hold during the Europe - Zheng Fa leg of the trip... ...there would've been enough height from which Agent Hicks could've fallen to his death!
Franziska:
...Officer! Move this statue immediately! I want a thorough examination of the floor underneath. Now!
Forensics:
Ms. von Karma! I'm ready to report my findings.
Franziska:
Go on.
Forensics:
After moving the Alif Red statue out of the way... ...we tested the area under it with Luminol, and there was a reaction!
Franziska:
I see, there was a reaction to Luminol... An indication that there was blood in that spot.
Gumshoe:
Nngh... Can we stop looking at it now, sirs...?
Edgeworth:
It would seem that my deductions were correct after all.
Franziska:
...I suppose it would appear that way.
Edgeworth:
The culprit cleaned the blood up well.
Franziska:
And how do you think the killer did that?
Edgeworth:
How did the killer clean up all the blood?
Present Borginian Cloth
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The killer used the bloody cloth I found inside the suitcase to clean up the mess."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I would suppose that... perhaps the culprit used this... to clean up the blood.
Franziska:
There is no need for you to waste your breath if you're just going to waste my time. After all, I hate to waste my energy on wasteful whipping.
Edgeworth:
(If it's that wasteful, then I'd rather that you didn't whip me at all! For the killer to clean up the blood, they would've needed something to soak it up.)
Leads back to:
"How did the killer clean up all the blood?"
Edgeworth:
The killer used the bloody cloth I found inside the suitcase to clean up the mess.
Franziska:
I see. They had a need to clean up all the blood before the plane landed in Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
Yes, because otherwise, the cargo crew would've discovered it during the layover.
Gumshoe:
So you guys are saying... ...that the murder happened before the plane landed in Zheng Fa!?
Edgeworth:
(There is no other conceivable timeline for the events of the murder. But if that is true, then that throws a certain person's testimony into doubt!) If the murder occurred before we landed in Zheng Fa, then this becomes highly suspect!
Ms. Teneiro's testimony
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro's testimony... is not particularly suspect, correct?
Franziska:
...Correct.
Edgeworth:
Well, that's all well and good. Glad we agree.
Franziska:
............ No, that is not all well and good, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Arrgnnnh! (I suppose there's no fooling her. The point to focus on is the fact that the crime occurred before we landed in Zheng Fa.)
Leads back to:
"If the murder occurred before we landed in Zheng Fa, then this becomes highly suspect!"
Ms. Meele's testimony
Leads to:
"Recall Ms. Meele's testimony about Agent Hicks in regard to when we departed Zheng Fa."
Mr. Lablanc's testimony
Edgeworth:
The times referenced by Mr. Lablanc in his testimony are inaccurate. However, I believe the actual body of his testimony is fairly reliable...
Franziska:
What are you sputtering on about over there!? Hurry up with your answer!
Edgeworth:
H-Hold on! I'm still collecting my thoughts! (The point to focus on is the fact that the crime occurred before we landed in Zheng Fa.)
Leads back to:
"If the murder occurred before we landed in Zheng Fa, then this becomes highly suspect!"
Edgeworth:
Recall Ms. Meele's testimony about Agent Hicks in regard to when we departed Zheng Fa.
Meele:
I saw Mr. Hicks sitting in his seat at 5 AM, you know.
Edgeworth:
She claims Agent Hicks was alive at the time of the service calls, but...
Gumshoe:
That totally contradicts the facts, sir!
Franziska:
But why would she lie about something like that?
Edgeworth:
I think the only person who can answer that is Meele herself!
To be continued.
March 12, 3:35 PMFlight I-390, Lower DeckCargo Hold
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele.
Meele:
.........
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele!
Meele:
Huh!?
Edgeworth:
Do you recall what you said earlier... ...about when you answered some service calls as we were departing from Zheng Fa?
Meele:
..................Huh?
Edgeworth:
You said that Mr. Hicks was sitting in his seat at that time. However... that is simply not possible! Because Mr. Hicks was dead long before we ever touched down in Zheng Fa!
Meele:
..................Oh?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Cammy Meele!
Meele:
......... Um... Maybe I didn't see what I thought I did?
Edgeworth:
No one could make a mistake so large, Ms. Meele!
Meele:
Ummmmmm... But I make that kind of boo-boo all the time.
Edgeworth:
.........Nnngh!
Franziska:
This is going nowhere. There must be a better way of resolving this contradiction.
Edgeworth:
Very well. Ms. Meele, if you please, tell me about your alibi during the time span... ...from just before we were to land at 3 AM and 6 AM when the body was found.
Meele:
.........Are you telling me I'm a suspect, Mr. Edgeworth?
-- Ms. Meele's Alibi --
Meele:
.....................Mnngh. Oh, um... yeah...
From 3 to 4, I was, um... in the flight attendant's room all by my lonesome self.
.....................Mnngh. Oh, um... yeah...
And from 5 to 6, I was, um... in the flight attendant's room all by my lonesome self.
Edgeworth:
(How is a man supposed to react to a testimony like that...?) Ms. Meele! Wake up!
Meele:
Ah! ...............zzz.
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* She fell asleep again. It looks like the only way I'm going to be able to wake her up is by pressing her...)
Rebuttal
-- Ms. Meele's Alibi --
Meele:
.....................Mnngh. Oh, um... yeah...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele! Wake up!
Meele:
*yawn* I'm awake, I'm awake. ..................zzz.
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! I demand that you do something about this flight attendant this instant!
Edgeworth:
(Why ask me to wake her when you can finally put that whip to an appropiate use?)
Meele:
From 3 to 4, I was, um... in the flight attendant's room all by my lonesome self.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If I remember correctly, food was being served in First Class and the Lounge... ...between the hours of 3 and 4 AM.
Meele:
Yeah, but that kind of stuff's run by Ms. Rhoda.
Edgeworth:
Then what were you doing in the attendants' room at that time?
Meele:
Eating, and then having a most delicious dream!
Edgeworth:
You mean you were neglecting your duties!
Meele:
No way! Sleeping's part of our job, too, you know.
Meele:
.....................Mnngh. Oh, um... yeah...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele! How many times do I have to repeat myself!? Wake up!
Meele:
*yawn* I'm awake, I'm awake. ..................zzz.
Franziska:
......!
Gumshoe:
Yeowch!! Wh-What did you whip me for, siiir!?
Meele:
Ooh, what did I miss?
Edgeworth:
A poor detective being on the receiving end of a lash in your stead.
Meele:
Really? Heh, sorry 'bout that.
Edgeworth:
You can make amends for that by continuing with your testimony.
Meele:
And from 5 to 6, I was, um... in the flight attendant's room all by my lonesome self.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you were alone the entire time, were you?
Meele:
Yeah, no one else even popped their head in to say, "Hi!"
Edgeworth:
(Oh? Well, I think a contradiction just popped in to say, "Hi!" What should I do? Should I raise an objection?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"Ms. Meele! There is a clear contradiction embedded in your testimony!"
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(Maybe not yet. She hasn't exactly given me much to object to, yet, after all...)
Meele:
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn* What did I miss?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele! There is a clear contradiction embedded in your testimony!
Meele:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
It's not possible that you were alone in the attendants' room the whole time from 5 to 6 AM!
Present Suitcase Receipt
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I wonder if you would be so kind as to take a look at this receipt, Ms. Meele."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Now take a look at this eye-opening piece of evidence!
Meele:
...............zzz.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele! I need you to wake up and take a look at this!
Franziska:
Enough of your foolishness! Now hurry up and show us the real evidence!
Edgeworth:
(Arngh! I guess this wasn't as eye-opening as I thought...)
Meele:
..................Mnngh. Oh! Did you say something?
Present Suitcase Receipt
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I wonder if you would be so kind as to take a look at this receipt, Ms. Meele."
Edgeworth:
Finally awake, are we?
Meele:
What do you mean? I've been awake this whole time...
Gumshoe:
Aww, it's alright if you were sleeping, pal!
Franziska:
Pay no mind to the scruffy detective beside you, and wake up!
Gumshoe:
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw! Hurry up and wake up, Ms. Meele!
Edgeworth:
(Enough with the clowning around. This is my show and I will resolve the contradictions as I see fit!)
Edgeworth:
I wonder if you would be so kind as to take a look at this receipt, Ms. Meele.
Meele:
Huh? A receipt? For what?
Edgeworth:
It's for the suitcase Ms. Teneiro bought. Now, if I may direct your attention to the timestamp. As you can see, it clearly says 5:40 AM. Ms. Teneiro!
Teneiro:
Yes!
Meele:
Huh? Why is the "killer" here? I thought you'd have her locked up by now...?
Edgeworth:
I requested that she be present as a witness so that we may straighten out your complex lie.
Meele:
.........
Edgeworth:
Now then, Ms. Teneiro. Between the hours of 5 AM and 6 AM... ...you took a trip from First Class down to the first floor in-flight shop, correct?
Teneiro:
Yes, I went to the shop to buy a suitcase... ...after which, I went straight to the attendants' room to drop it off.
Edgeworth:
And did you see Ms. Meele there at that time?
Teneiro:
...Um, no.
Edgeworth:
So, Ms. Meele, where were you really between the hours of 5 and 6 AM?
Meele:
............zzz.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Cammy Meele!
Meele:
Huh!? Ah, um... The bathroom?
Edgeworth:
I'll be the one to ask the questions here!
Meele:
Yeah, maybe that's it. I probably just missed her. Nature calls, you know.
Edgeworth:
Do you take me for a fool? That's a little too convenient to be true.
Meele:
Um... but it's the truth! Cross my heart!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I don't have enough conclusive proof to counter-argue her at this stage...)
Meele:
You don't believe me, do you? But please, won't you give me a chance and hear me out?
-- Reason for Suspicion --
Meele:
Look, I know you're suspecting me 'cause I'm one of the crew.
But you'd think then maybe you should suspect Ms. Rhoda, too.
She's the one in charge of the elevator keycard and the shop, you know.
If you ask me, that makes her super-suspicious.
Edgeworth:
Please leave Ms. Teneiro out of the conversation. Only you are under suspicion for now.
Meele:
I don't get it. Why are you covering for Ms. Rhoda all of a sudden? Oh! Now I get it! Maybe you've "got your eye" on Ms. Rhoda...
Edgeworth:
Of course I'm keeping an eye on her! I can't very well let her escape, can I?
Meele:
Never mind... But you wanna know something? Ms. Rhoda actually kinda li...
Teneiro:
I have absolutely no interest in people who can't appreciate my sense of design!
Edgeworth:
.................. (Now's not the time for this sort of talk!)
Rebuttal
-- Reason for Suspicion --
Meele:
Look, I know you're suspecting me 'cause I'm one of the crew.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
No, it's not the only reason I have for suspecting you. Your statements regarding Mr. Hicks also turned out to be a bunch of lies.
Meele:
Ah, but say I wasn't an attendant. You wouldn't suspect me then, would you?
Edgeworth:
Hmm, yes... I suppose that's true enough.
Meele:
But you'd think then maybe you should suspect Ms. Rhoda, too.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
She is already being detained for further questioning, or have you already forgotten?
Meele:
Oh, Yeah, guess I just forgot.
Teneiro:
Cammy... Don't tell me you suspect me, too...
Meele:
Sorry, can't help it. I mean, other than you, there's no one else who could've done it.
Teneiro:
I can't believe you would think that! I mean, me! A killer...!?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele, what did you mean just now by "no one else who could've done it"?
Meele:
She's the one in charge of the elevator keycard and the shop, you know.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And what are you in charge of, Ms. Meele?
Meele:
Um... I take care of the attendants' room.
Edgeworth:
That doesn't count!
Meele:
Aww, but I spend so much time in there, it might as well be my responsibility.
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth, Cammy is very talented in languages... ...so she assists passengers who may not speak English. Especially those who speak Borginian. She is the only one on this flight who is fluent.
Meele:
Oh! You mean that kind of "what am I in charge of"! Why didn't you say so in the first place?
Edgeworth:
What else could I have meant!?
Meele:
Yeah, so I'm really good at Borginian.
Edgeworth:
(She's fluent in Borginian...?) Then I suppose you're in charge of processing documents in Borginian?
Meele:
Yeah, I take care of anything that has to do with Borginian.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Very interesting...)
Adds statement:
"All I'm in charge of are the attendants' room and some Borginian stuff."
Meele:
If you ask me, that makes her super-suspicious.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Actually, your on-the-job behavior makes you "super-suspicious" in my eyes.
Meele:
Huh? But why?
Edgeworth:
While Ms. Teneiro is busy with the passengers and all of her other duties... ...you have a lot of free time on your hands. Thus providing you with ample time to commit the crime!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! I demand that you cease and desist in this line of conjectural questioning. I won't allow you to bluff your way through this like a certain defense lawyer!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... But I do not honestly believe Ms. Meele does any actual work aboard this flight.
Meele:
Oh, that's not true, Mr. Edgeworth. Although... Well...
Meele:
All I'm in charge of are the attendants' room and some Borginian stuff.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So what exactly do you do as the one in charge of "some Borginian stuff"?
Meele:
Um, I do stuff like translate things from and into Borginian.
Teneiro:
Cammy is the only member of the crew who understands Borginian, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele, I take it then that it is your job to process all the Borginian paperwork?
Meele:
Yeah. See, I toootally pull my weight around here.
Edgeworth:
So it would appear. (Perhaps I should ask her for a few more details about her work. And...)
Present Alif Red Certificate
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So, you are the only one in this flight crew that speaks Borginian..."
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele, it's very unladylike to push suspicion onto someone else.
Meele:
That's not what I'm doing at all! I'm just saying that Ms. Rhoda is very sus...
Edgeworth:
There you go, pushing everything onto her again!
Meele:
Umm.. I don't get what you're saying... It must be a really abstract concept, huh?
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. The only thing abstract here is the landscape inside your head.)
Edgeworth:
So, you are the only one in this flight crew that speaks Borginian... Is that correct?
Meele:
............Oh! Yeah, I guess so. I studied abroad in Borginia for a while.
Edgeworth:
If that is the case, then the signature on this document... ...belongs to you, doesn't it?
Meele:
!
Edgeworth:
This is a falsified piece of documentation with only one purpose. To lead anyone who read it to believe that Mr. Lablanc's statue was loaded in Europe. The only person who could've either prepared or processed this document in Borginian... ...is you, Ms. Meele.
Meele:
..................
Edgeworth:
Without your participation, the smuggling of the Alif Red could not have occurred!
Meele:
..................
Edgeworth:
Don't sleep while I'm pointing my finger at you!
Meele:
Oh, I wouldn't dream of falling asleep on you, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
!
Meele:
It is exactly as you say.
Edgeworth:
Are you confessing to having participated in the smuggling?
Meele:
No, far from it. It's true that I was the one who signed off on that document. But you can't use that fact alone to make your allegation of smuggling stick. There is no direct correlation, after all. All you have is my signature on a piece of paper.
Edgeworth:
Really? All you did was sign it?
Meele:
I neglected to check if the cargo had been loaded onto the plane properly. So, sorry about that.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (It seems that she's finally woken up. This is going to be one tough fight...)
Meele:
Suppose... And this is just a supposition... Even if I was involved in the smuggling... ...you can't throw the charge of murder on me just like that.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
If you were involved in the smuggling, you would have a strong motive to kill! Agent Hicks was in the middle of an investigation regarding a smuggling ring. And just when he was about to close in, he's killed by a member of that ring...
Meele:
Well, did you ever stop to think that maybe Rhoda is the smuggling ring member? After all, unlike me, Rhoda has access to many things on this plane for "work" purposes.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. So perhaps there is some element of a set-up at play in this case.
Meele:
What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
Don't worry, I wasn't talking about you. I meant the killer. First, it was myself, and now it's Ms. Teneiro who is under the microscope. Seems to me that our killer is going to great lengths to pin this crime on anyone they can.
Meele:
You have no proof that Rhoda is being set-up, or that she isn't.
Edgeworth:
Actually, I believe that she was indeed the intended target from the very beginning. I believe that the plan was to push all of the blame for the crime onto her. And this evidence will prove my suspicions! This proves that the killer was out to frame Ms. Teneiro from the very beginning!
Present iFly Suitcase
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The killer used the bloody cloth I found inside the suitcase to clean up the mess."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence will answer all of our questions.
Meele:
Are you sleep-presenting or something, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
No, as you can plainly see, I am wide awake.
Meele:
Ha ha ha, then I'm afraid you failed. You were making so little sense that I thought maybe you were asleep.
Edgeworth:
(Argnh! Talk about a Dr. Sleepy/Mrs. Hyde-esque transformation! Is this it? But wasn't there a piece of evidence that's still unaccounted for...? I need to stay calm, think carefully, and then present the condemning evidence!)
Leads back to:
"This proves that the killer was out to frame Ms. Teneiro from the very beginning!"
Edgeworth:
The killer could have hidden the body anywhere, and yet they chose the suitcase. Why is that? Perhaps it was to move the body up from the lower deck to the first floor. However, why go through the trouble to do so?
Meele:
......
Edgeworth:
The only way all of these actions make sense... ...is if the killer had wanted to frame Ms. Teneiro for the murder. Ms. Teneiro buys a suitcase on every flight she works without fail. But, should her suitcase be switched with the one containing the victim's body... ...that would put her in a very tight spot. Unfortunately, for the killer, the turbulence put an end to that plan.
Meele:
...Hmph.
Edgeworth:
There wasn't enough time to put the body back into the suitcase. Ergo, they made due with whoever was at hand, adapted their plan... ...and tried to frame me, as I lay unconscious on the floor from the turbulence. The killer then went to hide the suitcase in the in-flight shop... ...and brought the piggy bank back to the elevator in order to fabricate a false weapon. A lot of work for a fruitless endeavor, wouldn't you agree?
Meele:
Sounds like the killer had a tough time, too, huh. I mean, why did the killer need to frame someone that badly anyway?
Edgeworth:
That is because of the special circumstances surrounding this particular case. (What special circumstance dictated the need for the killer to frame someone?)
Where the murder took place
Leads to:
"The special circumstance is simply that the murder took place on a plane mid-flight."
When the murder took place
Edgeworth:
The murder took place before the movie was scheduled to go on. Around that time, almost all of the passengers had returned to their seats. Therefore, the killer had to choose someone who was not at their seat to frame...
Franziska:
Isn't that an explanation for how the killer chose who, and not why they had to?
Edgeworth:
Well, I thought it best to start from there.
Meele:
If you're going to talk about completely unrelated matters, do you mind if I take a nap?
Edgeworth:
H-Hold on! I'm just getting to the meat of my argument!
Leads back to:
"(What special circumstance dictated the need for the killer to frame someone?)"
Who the murder victim was
Edgeworth:
The killer was at a loss of what to do with Agent Hicks's body. But, as it just so happened, there were a bunch of empty suitcases nearby. Being a skinny man, the killer thought to put his body in the suitcase and hand it off...
Meele:
You mean that the whole plan to frame someone was an elaborate coincidence?
Edgeworth:
No, that's not what I said. You've wrongly deduced my meaning, Ms. Meele.
Franziska:
The one with the wrong deductions is you! Think before you speak again!
Edgeworth:
...Patience, Franziska! I was about to reveal the truth!
Leads back to:
"(What special circumstance dictated the need for the killer to frame someone?)"
Edgeworth:
The special circumstance is simply that the murder took place on a plane mid-flight. No matter which country, customs is quite strict in this day and age... ...so no matter what you do, the chances that the body will be found is very high. Therefore, there was no choice but to frame either Ms. Teneiro or myself. In other words, the only one who fits within the boundaries of the criminal's movements... ...is not Ms. Teneiro or myself... ...but you, Ms. Cammy Meele! Only you and you alone could be the killer.
Meele:
*yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn*... And?
Edgeworth:
...?
Meele:
Are you done already? I was about to fall asleep again. Anyway, let's be honest here. You don't have anything on me other than a whole lot of circumstantial evidence!
Edgeworth:
...Nnnghk! (I can see the outline of how the murder occurred, but I have no definitive evidence... And isn't there a piece of evidence that's still unaccounted for...? Something that I still can't quite fit into the big picture?)
Present Missing Cell Phone
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I don't have any actual evidence..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence will answer all of our questions.
Meele:
Are you sleep-presenting or something, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
No, as you can plainly see, I am wide awake.
Meele:
Ha ha ha, then I'm afraid you failed. You were making so little sense that I thought maybe you were asleep.
Edgeworth:
(Argnh! Talk about a Dr. Sleepy/Mrs. Hyde-esque transformation! Is this it? But wasn't there a piece of evidence that's still unaccounted for...? I need to stay calm, think carefully, and then present the condemning evidence!)
Leads back to:
"(Something that I still can't quite fit into the big picture?)"
Edgeworth:
I don't have any actual evidence...
Meele:
I thought not.
Edgeworth:
But that's because it went missing, and still is.
Franziska:
Missing...? What do you mean by that?
Edgeworth:
In the complex puzzle that is this case, there was one piece I kept getting stuck on. And that is the victim's cell phone. Franziska. You were waiting at the airport for a phone call from Agent Hicks's cell phone. Or at least, that's what you told me.
Franziska:
That's right!
Edgeworth:
But Agent Hicks's cell phone could not be found at the crime scene.
Franziska:
You mean, the killer took the phone with them!?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. I suspect that if we were to find that phone, it would lead us to the killer!
Meele:
Ha ha ha. Come on. Get serious.
Edgeworth:
?
Meele:
If the victim fell to his death from that height, wouldn't his phone break as well?
Edgeworth:
We won't know that until we try a little experiment, will we? Franziska, I'd like to ask for your assistance. You know the victim's phone number, do you not?
Franziska:
Of course I do.
Gumshoe:
Agent Hicks's phone! It's ringing from somewhere, sir!
Edgeworth:
(I hear it, Detective. Now, where is it coming from?)
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir?
Notice anything?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! It sounds like the cell phone's in the flight attendants' room, sir!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. We should move to retrieve it at once!
Large cargo
Edgeworth:
(We've determind that the real crime scene is here. All that's left is to catch the killer!)
Cammy Meele
Meele:
......zzz.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele! Wake up!
Meele:
...Sorry, Mr. Edgeworth. I got sleepy all of a sudden because it sounds like a lullaby I used to love as a child.
Edgeworth:
(Nnrgh...! I'd better find that cell phone fast!)
Rhoda Teneiro
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Don't worry, Ms. Teneiro. I will get to the bottom of this and find the truth. So please, wait here until I return.
Teneiro:
Alright... Thank you for all you're doing, Mr. Edgeworth...
Franziska von Karma
Franziska:
It sounds like it's coming from the flight attendants' room.
Edgeworth:
I agree. Please don't hang up just yet. Let me find it first.
Franziska:
That's fine, but let's get one thing straight.
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Franziska:
Don't you dare answer his phone when you find it, understand?
Edgeworth:
(...I understand that you don't want to pay for the call...)
Elevator
Edgeworth:
(The elevator is inoperable right now. The ringing is coming from the attendants' room. I'll have to use the stairs.)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
(It sounds like the phone is up in the flight attendants' room.)
Gumshoe:
We'd better hurry to the flight attendants' room, sir!
March 12, 4:12 PMFlight I-390, First FloorFlight Attendants' Room
Gumshoe:
The ringing's coming from somewhere in here, sir!
Edgeworth:
Leave no stone unturned, Detective Gumshoe! We must find it!
Box filled with stuffs
Edgeworth:
It doesn't seem like the phone got mixed in with the items in this lost and found pile.
Gumshoe:
Well, it's not like the victim would've just dropped it somewhere, right, sir?
Anything else
Edgeworth:
It doesn't seem to be over here...
Gumshoe:
Then let's look somewhere else, sir!!
Panel
Edgeworth:
This is the emergency control panel for the elevator. The switches are currently set to "1F Open". ...which means that right now, it's stopped on the first floor with its doors wide open.
Opened locker
Edgeworth:
The ringing is coming from somewhere around here.
Gumshoe:
But it's not here, sir...
Edgeworth:
(Why do I have such a bad feeling about where we're going to find the phone...?)
Closed locker
Leads to:
"The ringing's coming from in here, sir!"
Suitcase
Edgeworth:
I wonder if it might be inside this suitcase...?
Gumshoe:
I don't hear any sounds coming from inside, sir.
Edgeworth:
(I don't suppose the culprit would have been so dumb as to try the same trick twice.)
Gumshoe:
The ringing's coming from in here, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What...? No, it can't be!)
Gumshoe:
This has gotta be the victim's cell phone! Just whose locker is this, sir!?
Edgeworth:
...It's Ms. Teneiro's.
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaaat!?
March 12, 4:28 PMFlight I-390, Lower DeckCargo Hold
Meele:
So Mr. Edgeworth, how did it go? Where did you find the phone?
Edgeworth:
...I found it in the flight attendants' room... In Ms. Teneiro's locker...
Teneiro:
Wh-What!? But...!
Franziska:
Rhoda Teneiro!
Teneiro:
I don't know anything about the phone! It wasn't me! It wasn't me...
Meele:
Ms. von Karma, is it? I suggest you arrest Ms. Rhoda Teneiro right away.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Wait! I have a theory! This is related to the incident with the keycard! When the killer went to steal the keycard... ...they conveniently stashed the cell phone in Ms. Teneiro's locker at the same time!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
This is related to the keycard alright. In the same way that we have zero proof that the killer did just that.
Edgeworth:
Nnngh!
Franziska:
The only voice that sings the truth is evidence. That is the one bird we cannot ignore.
Edgeworth:
(What should I do? Franziska's right. I can't offer baseless conjectures at this point! Alright then, why did the culprit take the cell phone from Agent Hicks? It must have something very incriminating on or in it!)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Franziska:
What now, Miles Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
It's not over yet! We have yet to figure out why the killer took the phone!
Franziska:
What!?
Edgeworth:
Inside this phone lies the final piece of incriminating evidence that will point us to our killer. (We need to examine this phone in more detail!)
Examine LCD
Edgeworth:
The LCD is broken. Without a screen, you can't even place a call with this.
Examine button on right
Edgeworth:
This must be the switch that opens the phone... Hmm...
Examine keyboards
Edgeworth:
...! When did they start putting keyboards like these into cell phones?
Gumshoe:
Hey! This is one of those "computer cell phones" that they started selling recently!
Edgeworth:
..."Computer cell phones"?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! It's got a computer in it, AND it's a cell phone! Neat, huh, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
...All you need in a phone is the phone part. Nothing more.
Gumshoe:
Hmm... I'm guessing yours can't even send out e-mail... Talk about inconvenient.
Edgeworth:
...Do you have a problem with what I do and do not care for, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Ah! No... No, sir! As they say, "Simple is best!"
Examine camera lens
Leads to:
"Ah! It's camera lens!"
Edgeworth:
Ah! It's camera lens! Come to think of it... ...I wonder... How exactly was Agent Hicks planning to preserve the crime scene of a smuggling? Franziska! I need you to confirm something... This cell phone... Can it take pictures?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I can't believe you don't know about this kind of basic stuff, sir!
Franziska:
This looks like a very similar model to my own. And mine can take photos just fine.
Edgeworth:
Do you think Agent Hicks could've taken some pictures with this? In particular, pictures as evidence for his smuggling case? If so, I'd say there may be some very inconvenient photos in here for our killer-smuggler!
Gumshoe:
But the phone's all busted up, sir!
Meele:
Even a super-prosecutor can't repair a broken phone.
Edgeworth:
(Gnnrgk! I'll find a way, don't you worry about that!)
Meele:
*yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn* May I go back to sleep now?
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
The LCD screens on the inside and outside are broken, that's for sure. But that's also reason enough to believe that the killer wasn't able to erase the data.
Meele:
What!?
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by that, Franziska!?
Franziska:
It looks like our killer isn't very familiar with electronics. This phone still rang when I called it, meaning that only the LCD screens are broken. It's possible that the photos are still there inside, waiting to be accessed. All we need to do is transfer the data to my phone!
Meele:
...!
Edgeworth:
Franziska! Your phone, if you please!
Franziska:
Very well... It's transferring... Alright, displaying it now...
Edgeworth:
...! This is...
Franziska:
Agent Hicks was most certainly trying to obtain some evidence for his smuggling case.
Gumshoe:
Hey! The Alif Red's nowhere in this pic, sir!
Meele:
But this has no meaning as a piece of evidence in this murder case, right?
Gumshoe:
Ouch, she's right. There's not much we can find out from this about Agent Hicks's killer, sir.
Edgeworth:
(...Is this it? ...Is this the end...? Is there really nothing in this photo that we can use...!?)
Suitcases
Edgeworth:
The fact that all of the suitcases are here in this photo is odd!
Franziska:
Agent Hicks was still alive at this time. So what exactly is so odd about suitcases that haven't been used yet bring there?
Edgeworth:
Yes, well, I was only pointing out things that are different between now and then.
Franziska:
Your off-topic ramblings have put this attendant to sleep yet again, Miles Edgeworth!
Meele:
...Gnngh...
Edgeworth:
(Grr... I'll give sleepyhead here a rude awakening: a deafening objection and a contradiction!)
Bedsheets boxes
Edgeworth:
Boxes of bedsheets... These are still in the cargo hold. (There's nothing unusual about them in particular, but I can't shake the feeling...)
Meele:
*yaaaaawn*... If you're just playing around, mind if I go home?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I mind! (I need to focus on what's different now from back then!)
Guard rail
Edgeworth:
The guard rail.. It looks exactly the same as it does now.
Lablanc:
That rail is entirely too low! I even almost fell to my death! However! I was saved in a miracle-like maner! Perhaps that is what "to run away from death by the skin of one's gum" means!
Edgeworth:
(Try "to narrowly escape death by skin of one's teeth", Shakespeare. Now then, there must be something in this photo...!)
4 boxes on right
Leads to:
"What's all this...?"
Edgeworth:
What's all this...?
Lablanc:
Hm? Oh! They are cargo shipped from Borginia to Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
(So the reason they aren't here now is that they were dropped off in Zheng Fa...) Mr. Lablanc, can you tell me the contents of the boxes? Unfortunately, there is no English written on them anywhere...
Lablanc:
Hmm... One cluster of boxes is written in Borginian. It says "Borginian Speaking". It is "cloth" in English.
Edgeworth:
Cloth...? (Could it be...!? Is this where the killer...!?)
Lablanc:
Wh-What!? What for is that scary face!?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele.
Meele:
Yes?
Edgeworth:
It appears that Agent Hicks was no ordinary investigator.
Meele:
?
Edgeworth:
He left us with a piece of evidence after all. A striking piece that will point out who his killer is!
Meele:
Hah! Maybe you shouldn't force your mistaken reading of a simple picture, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
The Borginian cargo and this piece of evidence will point us straight to the killer!
Present Borginian Cloth
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"And what is that supposed to prove?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Meele:
Would you care to fill me in on what you are trying to prove with that?
Edgeworth:
It's quite simple. It shows that I will be re-presenting my evidence!
Meele:
I'm not laughing.
Edgeworth:
I-It wasn't meant to be a laughing matter!
Leads back to:
"The Borginian cargo and this piece of evidence will point us straight to the killer!"
Meele:
And what is that supposed to prove?
Edgeworth:
The killer used this piece of cloth to wipe up the blood they had split. But there was one thing that bothered me this whole time: "Where did it come from?" And now, I have finally found my answer in this very photo! The cargo that was unloaded in Zheng Fa had "cloth" written on it. In Borginian, that is. And this is where the killer grabbed a piece from to clean up the blood with!
Meele:
!
Edgeworth:
That's right. The killer was someone who could read and understand Borginian. And the only crew member that fits that description is you, Ms. Cammy Meele!
Hold it!
Meele:
Hah! That's pretty flimsy! The killer probably searched through all the boxes looking for something to use. When you're frantic, you don't care if the box is in English or Borginian!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but I cannot agree with your assessment of the killer's indiscriminate nature.
Meele:
What!?
Edgeworth:
There was no need for the killer to tear through boxes at random at all. And if the killer supposedly could not comprehend Borginian... Well then... Logically, the killer would have opened this box first!
Present Bedsheets boxes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Hey, it says "Bedsheets" in English right on the box, sir!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This proves that the killer knew how to read Borginian!
Meele:
Where?
Edgeworth:
You don't fool me! Don't pretend as though you don't see what I'm talking about.
Franziska:
...I don't understand either.
Gumshoe:
I don't get it at all, sir.
Edgeworth:
...Alright then, I will show it to you all once again in a more understandable fashion.
Franziska:
You don't fool me! Don't pretend as though you know what you're talking about.
Edgeworth:
(I probably should have known better than to play pretend.)
Leads back to:
"Logically, the killer would have opened this box first!"
Gumshoe:
Hey, it says "Bedsheets" in English right on the box, sir!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. And bedsheets would be perfect for cleaning up blood, wouldn't you say?
Hold it!
Meele:
So what are you trying to say!?
Edgeworth:
That if I were the criminal... ...this box of bedsheets would have been what I would have spotted first.
Franziska:
However, the killer chose to use some Borginian cloth... Do you have an explanation for that?
Edgeworth:
The killer didn't want anyone to know that the real scene of the crime was this cargo hold. So they were afraid to leave signs that the box for the sheets had been opened. However, the Borginian cloth... Well, that's a horse of a different color!
Franziska:
Because the killer knew that it was going to be unloaded in the Republic of Zheng Fa!?
Edgeworth:
That's right. That is why the Borginian cloth was used. And the only Borginian-reader onboard who could make such a calculated decision... ...is you, Cammy Meele! You and you alone!
Meele:
Unnnnnngh...!
Edgeworth:
It would be very easy for us to confirm if any of the boxes were re-sealed. All we would have to do is contact the Zheng Fa authorities in time. We may even find other evidence to incriminate our killer within those boxes.
Meele:
Grrrrrrrrrr!
Edgeworth:
So what do you say, Ms. Meele? Why not confess to your crime here and now? Or would you rather wait and see what we find out from our investigation in Zheng Fa!?
Meele:
.............................. Oooooo......oooooo...... Oooooo......oooooo...... Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! He... He was Interpol... I couldn't stop it... I brought him here... He started taking pictures... I... I couldn't be found out... I... was scared... I... was in trouble... I... I... I I I I I I I I I I I I I I...
March 12, 5:26 PMFlight I-390, First FloorLounge
Gumshoe:
We've finished making all the arrangements to take the suspect in, sir.
Edgeworth:
Very good, Detective. What about the smuggling route? Did she say anything about that?
Gumshoe:
They're taking her down to the precinct now. Hopefully, we can get more out of her there. Whenever we even approached the topic, she just started foaming at the mouth. It was scary, sir...
Edgeworth:
(She probably wasn't prepared to commit a murder all of a sudden. One thing is for sure, the ring behind this whole mess means serious business. It looks like there's a lot more to this case than meets the eye...)
Teneiro:
Mr. Edgeworth! I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everything you did. Thank you very much.
Edgeworth:
It was nothing. In fact, I should be the one thanking you for your cooperation.
Teneiro:
But truly, if it wasn't for you, I... I might not be here right now. Instead, I can continue to serve our passengers as a flight attendant! Um... I hope that... Well, please accept this as a token of my appreciation.
Edgeworth:
Th-That's...
Teneiro:
I see... You don't have to take it if you don't want it.
Edgeworth:
N-No... I mean, I would never turn down a lady's generous offer.
Teneiro:
Oh, thank you! I'm sure it will serve you well! And remeber, we here at iFly Airlines are always ready to serve, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Thank you, I'll keep that in mind.
Teneiro:
Now I must bid you farewell. May all your skies be blue, no matter where you go!
Gumshoe:
I can't believe we wound up investigating the whole day, sir, but boy was it fun!
Edgeworth:
(Speak for yourself! My day was filled with earthquakes, elevators, and false charges!) By the way, where's Franziska?
Gumshoe:
Oh, she's filling out some customs paperwork for her departure.
Edgeworth:
Departure...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, Ms. von Karma's always really busy, sir. She's been flying from country to country to chase down some leads regarding her case.
Edgeworth:
.........Detective. Can you cancel the car I had you reserve earlier?
Gumshoe:
You got it, sir!
March 12, 5:47 PMHope Springs Airport
Edgeworth:
...Franziska.
Franziska:
I thought I told you when you first landed. I have no time for idle chatter.
Edgeworth:
I have no intention of wasting your time, however, it has been a while since we last met.
Franziska:
I also have no time for such familiar reminiscences. Just who do you think I am!?
Edgeworth:
You are Franziska von Karma, a very proud prosecutor deserving of much respect.
Franziska:
Hmph. Until only a little while ago, I was but a retched mutt who was always losing to you. A dancing pierrot living her life on the name and fame her invincible father built!
Edgeworth:
True, your father, Manfred von Karma, didn't lose a single case for 40 years as a prosecutor. However, I wouldn't say he was invincible.
Franziska:
...? What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
..................
Franziska:
The group I'm on the trail of is a little more troublesome than most. The smuggling route we found this time is only one sliver of the big picture.
Edgeworth:
Sounds like a dangerous assignment.
Franziska:
You really don't have to worry. I can take care of myself.
Edgeworth:
Yes... I suppose you can.
Franziska:
Plus, there is another agent on this case with me.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Another agent?
Franziska:
He's a star among Interpol agents, and has the highest successful arrest rate. Who knows, you may even run into him one day.
Edgeworth:
Hm? I was simply caught up in this one case... I hardly see why we would cross paths.
Franziska:
I suppose. But I doubt he would say the same.
Edgeworth:
I'm not following you...
Franziska:
You'll understand soon enough. The fight has only just begun, Miles Edgeworth. I'll be back in this country soon enough. And when I am, you can be sure I'll pay you back... in full!
Gumshoe:
And just like that, she's gone, huh, sir? Thank goodness! I can finally rest easy knowing I won't have to watch out for her whip!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, I want to thank you for all your help and cooperation.
Gumshoe:
Aww, it was nothing, sir! I was just happy to be able to work with you again, ho ho! I think I'm gonna celebrate by adding a little extra salt to my instant noodles tonight!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* Just how much did you cut his salary by, Franziska...?) Detective, I was wondering if you might give me a ride down to the Prosecutor's Office!
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, sir! I'll even fly down the road in the patrol car if you want!
Edgeworth:
...Don't make me remind you, Detective. "Safety first"!
Edgeworth:
(Thus, I solved the first case upon my arrival home. Franziska von Karma... The smuggling route she was after... The leaders of that ring had already put their trump card into play. And the players on the other side of this war... ...they would begin to make themselves known through the next incident...) Hm...? Edgeworth speaking.
???:
Ah, finally. I called who knows how many times earlier but I couldn't get through.
Edgeworth:
And you are...?
???:
Ah, have you forgotten my voice, Miles, my boy?
Edgeworth:
.................. M-Mr. Amano!? Ernest Amano, correct!?
Ernest:
Ah! So you do remember me! ...I know it's rather sudden, but I can't ask this of anyone else. ...There's been an incident, Miles. ...My son... He's been kidnapped...
Edgeworth:
...!
THE END
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence perfectly exposes the flaw in your logic!
Franziska:
Oh? Well then, why don't you show me how it does just that? Go on!
Gumshoe:
Ooh! I bet it's this part, right? This conflicts with something, right, sir!?
Franziska:
You have no idea what you're talking about, do you!?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Don't speak up when you don't know what you're talking about!
Gumshoe:
Ouch... I was just trying to follow your head, sir...
Franziska:
That you would allow a subordinate to take over... You're a disgrace!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnnnnnnrrrrk! (I guess that wasn't it...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It would seem that your logic is not as perfect as you think it is.
Franziska:
And what is that supposed to mean!?
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence should show you exactly what I mean.
Franziska:
.........Oh, yes. It clearly shows what you're thinking. That you're attempting to buy yourself time!
Edgeworth:
Gnnngh! (I knew I shouldn't have tried to pull a fast one.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I believe your testimony just now conflicts with this piece of evidence.
Franziska:
And I believe that when you use the phrase "I believe", you are anything but certain. Which means that showing me that piece of evidence is just a way to waste time.
Edgeworth:
Aaaaaaaaaah! (She even managed to whip the evidence at the some time!)
Gumshoe:
Owwww!! Why did you whip me, too, sir!?
Edgeworth:
(That's one more victim besides myself and the evidence...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Cammy Meele)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hah, I've got you now. Your testimony contradicts this piece of evidence...!
Gumshoe:
Ooh, really!? Can you explain it to me, sir?
Edgeworth:
Certainly. It's quite... ......Gnnrnk!?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! How can you ignore a witness like this!? Because of you, shes's fallen fast asleep, yet again!
Edgeworth:
I...I'm sorry, Franziska! Ms. Meele! Please wake up!
Cammy:
*yaaawn* Good morning.
Edgeworth:
Gnnnnnnnnrrrrk! (I guess that wasn't it...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Cammy Meele)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I believe your testimony contradicts this piece of evidence...
Cammy:
Really? You think so? I don't really get these kinds of things so... you know.
Edgeworth:
I see. Then in that case, I might be wrong...
Franziska:
Your brain is about as awake as that flight attendant! Here, allow me help you wake up!
Edgeworth:
Ooooooooongh! I didn't need a second lashing!
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Cammy Meele)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Meele. Your testimony stands on clear contradiction to this piece of evidence!
Cammy:
............zzz.
Edgeworth:
Wake up! This is a very critical point we're discussing here!
Franziska:
We seem to be in need of an alarm clock here.
Edgeworth:
Yes... If you please.
Franziska:
Sure, to wake the one who gave such a sleepy objection... Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Aaaaarrrrgnnnn! I-I guess that wasn't it...!
Too many penalties (during investigation of Cargo Hold)
Franziska:
That's as far as you go, Miles Edgeworth. I've known the truth now for quite some time, and I won't allow you to dawdle.
Edgeworth:
What!? But we haven't completed the investigation yet!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
It's obvious that the culprit is Ms. Rhoda Teneiro! There's no one else it could've been!
Edgeworth:
Nnngh! (It can't end like this...!)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Teneiro was kept in custody under the pretense of a "valuable witness". Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (after obtaining Agent Hicks's picture)
Meele:
Aren't you out of patience yet?
Edgeworth:
Hah... Unfortunately for you, I am overflowing with patience and my will is strong. I can keep on investigating you for as long as it takes!
Meele:
Oh? Well, unfortunately for you, I've got a flight to catch and attend to, Bye-bye!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What!? No...!
Meele:
Hee hee.. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be going.
Edgeworth:
N-No, wait!
Edgeworth:
Cammy Meele was never seen nor heard from again... Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Turnabout Beginnings
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Episode 4Turnabout Beginnings
The girl... Let her go!
Shut up! C-Come closer... And I kill her!
Sorry, but you're not going to get the chance...
*BANG!*
I'm reading through the file of an old court case. It was the first case of my long-time mentor, Mia Fey... Her very first client was a death row inmate who had recently broken out of prison. That was a whole year before Mia and I ever met.
-- 6 Years Earlier --Mia FeyFirst Trial
February 16, 9:24 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 4
Mia:
(Ugh... I'm so nervous. I feel like I'm going to die. I never should've accepted this case...) Eeeeeeek! ...Ah! G-G-Good morning! (Don't be so jumpy, Mia!)
???:
I-I din't do nuttin'! I swear! I din't kill nobody!
Mia:
(Terry Fawles... ...My first client. Sentenced to death 5 years ago, and now... a prison escapee.)
Fawles:
...
Mia:
(Just relax, Mia! Make small talk and try to relax him!) ...Err, umm... So why did you escape anyway?
Fawles:
Ah. Ah. UGGA!
Mia:
Eeeeek! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Fawles:
...Ugh. I din't do nuttin'! I din't kill nobody! I never... I never lie! I din't escape from nowhere!
Mia:
Err... But, Mr. Fawles... The police just recaptured you two days ago.
Fawles:
... Ugh. Sorry. I told a little lie.
Mia:
(Oh boy...)
Fawles:
But anyway, I din't do it! I never killed nobody!
Mia:
Umm, sorry for asking but... You're on death row, right?
Fawles:
Uh. Uh... UGGA!
Mia:
Eeeeeek! I'm really, really sorry!
Fawles:
They sentenced me to die 5 years ago! But I was tricked I tell you! That woman! She lied in her testimony! ...That's why I got the death penalty! I swear it! I din't kill her! I could never do that!
Mia:
(Two days ago, he escaped from the police wagon when it crashed... Then about 8 hours later... A policewoman was murdered before the police could recapture him. The police believe that Terry Fawles did it.) Umm... After you escaped, did you meet a policewoman?
Fawles:
... Yeah... I did. ...She's the reason I escaped.
Mia:
(So that much is true... He did meet with the victim.)
Fawles:
But I din't kill her! She was alive when I left! She was alive...! It-It's true!
Mia:
(I can trust him... right? I mean, I should...)
???:
Ha...! You're not going to figure out the truth by just staring at the guy...
Mia:
Y-You're... Why are you here?
???:
I came to see how our little kitten was doing all alone in the big, scary lion's den. ...I thought maybe you'd like someone to play with.
Mia:
Err, where is Mr. Grossberg?
???:
Ha...! That old man is probably still in bed. I bet he's clutching an empty bottle and mumbling in his sleep. Aren't I good enough? After all, it's me... Diego Armando!
Mia:
I-I didn't say... So, Diego Armando, the finest attorney at Grossberg Law Offices, is here for me...?
Armando:
No, no, no... You've got it all wrong! Today, YOU'RE the finest! After all, it took an amazing amount of guts to take this case! Imagine... An escaped death row convict for a first client!
Mia:
Yeah, err... Th-Thanks. (I sure wish I could get out of it though!)
Armando:
Ha...! Relax. I just heard some good news. The prosecutor for today is fresh out of his diapers as well.
Mia:
R-Really!?
Armando:
However... Unlike a certain somebody who I won't mention... ...he's earned the reputation as a "genius" since beginning his law career.
Mia:
(G-Genius...?)
Armando:
Well, it's about time to head in, Kitten. Sharpen those claws of yours. It's go time!
Mia:
(A solitary confinement cell for the condemned must be the world's loneliest place. ...And that's what my client ran away from. Every other lawyer gave up on him... But not me. When I saw those overflowing eyes and heard that simple, child-like voice... I just had the feeling that he was telling the truth.)
February 16, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Terry Fawles.
Mia:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
???:
The prosecution has been ready for a while, Your Honor.
Judge:
I understand the lawyers for both sides are newcomers...?
Mia:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor. I'm Mia Fey.
Edgeworth:
Miles Edgeworth... Your Honor.
Judge:
So you're the new prosecutor everyone is talking about, eh? They say you joined the prosecutor's office at quite an early age.
Edgeworth:
At 20... Your Honor.
Armando:
I guess our little kitten hasn't earned herself much of a reputation yet, huh?
Mia:
(Come on, Mia! You can't lose! Not to someone younger than you!)
Edgeworth:
...Hmph.
Judge:
Young people running a trial. I'm not too sure how I feel about that. ...Now then, the defendant in this case is currently a felon on death row. Two days ago, he escaped from a police wagon. Is that correct?
Edgeworth:
Precisely.
Armando:
But the defendant is not on trial for escaping prison. On the day that the defendant escaped, a policewoman was murdered...
Mia:
So we're here to determine if Mr. Fawles was responsible for her death...?
Armando:
You got it, Kitten.
Judge:
Well then, Mr. Edgeworth. Let's hear your opening statement.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor. It was five years ago. The defendant, Terry Fawles, was sentenced to death in this very court. His crimes were kidnapping, extortion... and murder. The girl he threw off the bridge was only 14 years old.
Judge:
A truly horrible crime. I remember it well. There was no decisive evidence, so the trial was long and protracted.
Edgeworth:
Correct. But in the end, what finally decided the case was... ...a certain witness's testimony.
Mia:
A witness's testimony...
Edgeworth:
The testimony of Detective Valerie Hawthorne; the person who confronted this criminal. She arrested Mr. Fawles at the scene and later testified against him. She said she witnessed Mr. Fawles throw his young victim into the river. For those who are not aware, Eagle River is well-known for its powerful current. Most bodies that fall in are never recovered...
Mia:
(So Ms. Hawthorne's testimony was the one that put him away...)
Judge:
That policewoman you just mentioned... That wouldn't be...?
Edgeworth:
Exactly. The victim. The same woman that was killed 2 days ago... Police Sergeant... Valerie Hawthorne.
Judge:
Aha...! I see... The man who was sentenced to death based on her testimony escaped two days ago... ...with only one thing on his mind. To take revenge against the woman who convicted him. ... Hmm... Aha! The truth is becoming clear to me now!
Mia:
Huh?
Judge:
Yes, yes... It's quite obvious that the defendant is guilty.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
W-Wait a minute! That's not right! At least hear the case before you decide on the outcome, Your Honor!
Judge:
Grrrngh... Watch yourself, Ms. Fey! I'm not sure I care for your word choice, or your tone of voice.
Edgeworth:
Young people these days simply don't know how to respect their elders.
Mia:
(Why you...! You're even younger than me, you hypocrite!)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Edgeworth, please call your first witness.
Edgeworth:
I call the detective who was in charge of the initial investigation of this case.
Edgeworth:
Witness... State your name and occupation.
Gumshoe:
Gumshoe. Dick Gumshoe. I'm the homicide detective in charge of the case, sir! I finally got promoted to the detective division half a year ago!
Mia:
I don't believe anyone asked you about that.
Gumshoe:
Hey, ma'am! You got any idea how much work it takes... ......
Mia:
Wh-What is it?
Gumshoe:
You... Y-You're really gorgeous...
Mia:
Excuse me?
Gumshoe:
No, seriously... My heart... It's aching for you...
Edgeworth:
Detective. Pull yourself together and try to be professional. Otherwise... I'll write you up on contempt so quick that something other than your heart will ache!
Gumshoe:
Urk... O-OK, I-I got it!
Judge:
...Now, Detective. Tell us about the incident.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Right away! The victim was Sergeant Valerie Hawthorne, a veteran on the police force. She was stabbed in the back with a knife and died from excessive blood loss.
Judge:
That much is already stated in the autopsy report. The court would like to hear more details about the incident itself.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I gotcha! OK! Let's take a look at this aerial map of the area here! This is a sketch of Dusky Bridge, an old suspension bridge. And the river that runs under there is Eagle River. The victim and the defendant met there... On top of the bridge. After stabbing her in the back, the killer carried the victim back to his car. He was recaptured at a police checkpoint as he was trying to make his getaway, sir.
Judge:
Hmm... I see...
Dusky Bridge Map added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Was the victim's blood found on the bridge?
Gumshoe:
The victim, Sergeant Valerie Hawthorne, was wearing a thick coat, sir. Unfortunately, no traces of blood were found on the bridge.
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Edgeworth. I warn you that I absolutely despise conjecture. If there was no blood on the bridge, then you have no proof that they even met there!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. If you would listen to the testimony we have prepared, I'm sure you'll be convinced. The two of them most certainly did meet on the bridge that day...
Judge:
Why, Mr. Edgeworth... I'm not sure I like you wagging your finger at me as though I were some hoser! Detective, proceed with your testimony!
Gumshoe:
Um... Yes, sir!
Mia:
(Here we go, Mia! Hang on...!)
Armando:
OK now... Listen carefully, Kitten. One little mistake and this guy will drink you for morning tea! Trust me and get ready.
Witness Testimony
-- Summary of the Incident --
Gumshoe:
On the day of the incident, an unknown person phoned the sergeant and asked to meet.
Sergeant Hawthorne went to Dusky Bridge at the designated time and met with Mr. Fawles.
And that's where she was brutally murdered, sir.
The criminal stuffed her body into his car trunk and tried to make a getaway.
Mr. Fawles was arrested at a police checkpoint we set up at the base of the mountain.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, you certainly have established the importance of the bridge.
Edgeworth:
...Naturally.
Judge:
Now, would the defense please hurry up and proceed with the cross-examination.
Mia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! C-C-Cross-examination... Coming right up!
Armando:
Hey, hey! Settle down there, Kitten! If you keep trembling like that, you're gonna make me spill my coffee!
Mia:
I-I-I'm not t-trembling! It-It-It's just cold in here!
Armando:
The courtroom can be a cold battlefield alright. Especially... for a beginner.
Mia:
I-I don't need you to worry about me...! I mean... I mean, the defendant, the witness... everyone's a beginner in here!
Armando:
Ha...! You got me there. But maybe you should keep your claws out, and show them what you've got... Kitten.
Mia:
(It's OK, Mia. Stay calm... Just remember those court procedure videos you stayed up all last night watching!)
Cross Examination
-- Summary of the Incident --
Gumshoe:
On the day of the incident, an unknown person phoned the sergeant and asked to meet.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
This "unknown person"... You have no idea who it might be, right?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, but I'm afraid I do!
Mia:
What...?
Gumshoe:
The one who called Sergeant Hawthorne was the defendant, Terry Fawles!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Whaaat! The defendant...! The defendant called her!?
Gumshoe:
Sergeant Hawthorne was a very thorough person, sir! She left a note about her phone call with Mr. Fawles.
Mia:
A note...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, a top-secret memo that she left on her desk.
Victim's Note added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... According to this note, it seems the one who called her to the bridge was indeed... ...the defendant, Terry Fawles!
Mia:
Nngh! (Whose bright idea was it to keep that note from me!?)
Armando:
Ha...! Looks like the judge is even more sure of his verdict now. Listen up! Never ask a question if you don't already know the answer!
Mia:
(It's that detective's fault! He's the one that said, "unknown person"...!)
Gumshoe:
Hey now! Don't make that face at me! I just said it that way 'cause the prosecutor told me to!
Mia:
(Was that... a trap...? ...With that cute face, I didn't expect him to be so sneaky.)
Edgeworth:
Hmph.
Gumshoe:
Sergeant Hawthorne went to Dusky Bridge at the designated time and met with Mr. Fawles.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
A bridge up in the mountains? But why meet there?
Gumshoe:
Because it is a very important place to the defendant, that's why.
Judge:
What do you mean by that?
Edgeworth:
If you remember, 5 years ago, the defendant kidnapped a young girl. He was chased onto a bridge... And it was there that he killed his hostage. And the place where all of this occurred is, of course, Dusky Bridge.
Mia:
...!
Gumshoe:
The very place where Sergeant Hawthorne arrested and handcuffed Mr. Fawles.
Armando:
Ha...! Returning to the scene of the crime... How nostalgic.
Gumshoe:
And that's where she was brutally murdered, sir.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Was the body of the victim discovered right away?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. We were really on the ball. We found the criminal within one hour of the murder. It was great! We even got to say, "Don't move! We've got you surrounded!"
Mia:
(...Wait a second. Isn't there something weird about that...?)
Armando:
The location was a suspension bridge, up in the mountains. So how did they find out about the crime so quickly...?
Mia:
Sergeant Hawthorne must have mentioned the phone call to someone else, right?
Armando:
Ha...! If that's what had happened, then she wouldn't have been killed.
Gumshoe:
She never mentioned the phone call from Mr. Fawles. But... She left a note on her desk about it. If only I had noticed it earlier... Maybe she'd still be alive.
Mia:
(I wonder why she didn't mention the phone call to anyone...?)
Gumshoe:
The criminal stuffed her body into his car trunk and tried to make a getaway.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Mr. Fawles had a car, then?
Gumshoe:
Well, that bridge is way up in the mountains, ma'am. The defendant and the victim both went up there by car. I mean, how else, right?
Judge:
What! You mean the defendant drove his own car?
Gumshoe:
No, no, of course not. ...It was stolen. He stole it from a young couple that had been waiting at a red light.
Judge:
Hmm... Car thieves... I'm not sure how I feel about car thieves.
Mia:
(Is this guy sure about how he feels about ANYTHING?)
Gumshoe:
This is a photo of the stolen car's trunk. ...Naturally, that's the body of Valerie Hawthorne in there.
Judge:
Whoa! That... That doesn't look too comfortable...
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Mia:
The victim... She was stabbed in the back, correct?
Gumshoe:
Yeah.
Armando:
Ha...! ...For some reason, men always seem to get stabbed in the back...
Mia:
(We're talking about a woman here...)
Gumshoe:
You can't tell from this photo, but... ...the knife was stuck in her back nice and firm.
Judge:
The condition of the body when it was discovered is very important information. Detective, was there anything strange or noteworthy in the trunk of the car?
Adds statement "Here's a photo of the trunk. But I don't see anything strange, do you? Anyway..."
Gumshoe:
Here's a photo of the trunk. But I don't see anything strange, do you? Anyway...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
What did the defendant have to say about this photo?
Gumshoe:
What he always says, ma'am!
Fawles:
I din't do it! I din't do nuttin'!!
Gumshoe:
...That's all he says.
Judge:
"Nuttin'"? I wouldn't say he did "nuttin'". At the very least, we know he stole a car!
Gumshoe:
It's just what he always says, Your Honor. And then he always says...
Fawles:
... Uh. Sorry. I told a little lie.
Gumshoe:
...Or something like that.
Mia:
...
Judge:
Well, in any case, it seems he was caught and arrested.
Edgeworth:
Precisely.
Present Victim's Note
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"...Witness!"
Gumshoe:
Mr. Fawles was arrested at a police checkpoint we set up at the base of the mountain.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
That certainly is some impressive police work.
Gumshoe:
Well, no, actually it was way too close for comfort. We set up that checkpoint just after 5:00 PM... We figured that Mr. Fawles might just try to run.
Mia:
...What do you mean it was too close for comfort?
Edgeworth:
The two of them arranged to meet at 4:30 PM. And it takes approximately 30 minutes to go from the bridge to the checkpoint.
Mia:
(Hmm... That WAS kinda close. Any later and Mr. Fawles could have slipped right by.)
Armando:
Listen up, Kitten. There's a big trap waiting for you in that testimony.
Mia:
A t-trap?
Armando:
Walk into it carelessly, and it'll leave more than just a flesh wound. Fun, huh?
Mia:
No, it's NOT!
Armando:
Well, if you want to have any chance at all, you'd better get some more information. And if you're going to get caught in a trap, it's best to get caught early. You can always look for contradictions afterwards. 
Mia:
(The ever-famous "contradictions". I sure hope I can find some of those...)
Mia:
...Witness! ............
Gumshoe:
............
Edgeworth:
............
Judge:
............ Wh-What is it...? Do you have something to say, Ms. Fey!?
Mia:
I-I'm sorry! I-I totally forgot what I was going to say... This is... This is the first time I've ever had to actually address someone like that...
Judge:
Grrgh... You should have practiced before coming to court! Honestly, Ms. Fey... I'm not sure I like this!
Armando:
Hmph...! Say there, little Kitten, want a piece of my coffee candy?
Mia:
Candy?
Armando:
Well, you're still too young to be drinking real coffee.
Mia:
(Grrr... Come on, Mia! Shake it off! You're a lawyer!) Detective!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, ma'am!
Mia:
This photo... You said that there was nothing peculiar about it. ...Is that correct?
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah, that's what I said!
Mia:
Well then, I suggest you take another look at the note written by the victim!
Gumshoe:
The n-n-note...?
Mia:
It very clearly says, "Wear white scarf for identification."... The caller must have forgotten what the victim looked like. Thus, this special request.
Gumshoe:
Aaah... I, umm...!
Mia:
I have one very simple question for you, Detective. Where is the white scarf? I can't seem to find it in this photo...
Gumshoe:
Um... Well, to be honest, we didn't find it in the trunk, ma'am...
Mia:
And you stopped there!? You should have looked for it!
Gumshoe:
Aaaaaaarrrggg...!
Judge:
The caller told her to wear it to identify herself, so I'd expect she did just that! Well, Mr. Edgeworth!? What do you have to say about this!?
Edgeworth:
*sigh* I see the defense is a little... lacking.
Mia:
...!
Edgeworth:
The scarf you are searching so desperately for... ...Is it this one, perchance?
Mia:
...Ah!
Gumshoe:
Wh-Where did you find that, sir!?
Edgeworth:
On Dusky Bridge. I was there first, and decided to conduct my own investigation.
Gumshoe:
Wh-Why...? Why didn't you tell me?
Edgeworth:
I made a decision to keep all pieces of evidence in my personal satchel. It's the safest place I know.
Armando:
Hmph! That hot-shot sure has a flair for the dramatic...
Edgeworth:
It's not exactly "white", as the caller requested... But as you can see, it's close enough, for what it was intended for.
Judge:
Hmmm... It looks like it spent some time in the mud.
Edgeworth:
Not surprising... It was drizzling on the mountain that day.
Mia:
(Prosecutor Edgeworth... He was intentionally hiding that scarf the whole time!)
Judge:
The court will accept the scarf into evidence.
Scarf added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
Now, if the attorney for the defense is finished embarrassing herself... ...I'd like to move on with the testimony. That IS alright with you, isn't it, Ms. Fey?
Mia:
(Boy would I like to wrap this scarf around his smarmy little neck...)
Edgeworth:
Very good. Now, if we're done with this mud-covered scarf business... ...the prosecution moves to establish conclusively, and with hard evidence that... ...Ms. Hawthorne and Mr. Fawles did indeed meet on that bridge that day. Further, we will show exactly what occurred there.
Judge:
That sounds quite promising. I can't wait to hear all about it.
Mia:
(Argh... Everything is moving at his whim...)
Armando:
Don't forget, Kitten. There's a reason why everyone considers this kid a genius.
Mia:
(A genius, huh...)
Witness Testimony
-- Events on Dusky Bridge --
Gumshoe:
Actually, there's an eyewitness who was there when the incident took place.
This photo was accidentally taken by the witness. It shows her wearing the scarf, sir.
It was drizzling that day; unfortunately, it's a little hard to see what's going on.
Anyway, the criminal shoved the victim down from behind and stabbed her in the back!
...That must have been when the scarf fell off.
Judge:
Hmm. Looking at this photo... ...you really get the sense that this bridge is very high up.
Edgeworth:
It is about a 40 feet drop from the bridge to the Eagle River down below.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth, who took this photo anyway?
Edgeworth:
Let's just say that it was a well-intentioned third party.
Judge:
Aha! A potential witness! So why isn't this person in the courtroom?
Gumshoe:
Well... They said they absolutely did not want to testify.
Edgeworth:
...The person in question is very delicate, Your Honor. Besides, as long as we have this photo, we see no reason to compel her to testify.
Judge:
... I'm not sure how I feel about that!
Witness's Photo added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
So, as you can see, Terry Fawles had both the motive and the opportunity. I think it's quite clear at this point what happened on that bridge.
Judge:
... Hmm. Aha! The truth is becoming clear to me now!
Mia:
Huh?
Judge:
Yes, it's quite obvious. He's clearly guilty.
Mia:
N-Not again! That's not fair! I haven't even done my cross-examination yet!
Judge:
Hmm...
Mia:
(What do you mean, "Hmm"!?)
Cross Examination
-- Events on Dusky Bridge --
Gumshoe:
Actually, there's an eyewitness who was there when the incident took place.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Who is this eyewitness?
Gumshoe:
She's a college student!
Mia:
A female college student...?
Gumshoe:
That's right! Meaning she's "female" AND a "college student", ma'am! She doesn't do well in front of other people, so I came to testify for her.
Mia:
Maybe so! But as the attorney for the defense, I have the right to cross-examine her...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
For the time being, we're not relying on the witness's statements... That is all.
Mia:
Wh-What is that supposed to mean!?
Edgeworth:
...The prosecution has other, more decisive evidence. Our case doesn't rest on the vague testimony of a female college student.
Judge:
A female college student, eh.
Gumshoe:
It means she's "female" AND a "college student", sir!
Edgeworth:
If you absolutely must hear her testimony, you'll have to give us a good reason why.
Mia:
Grrr...
Judge:
Please tell us about the more decisive evidence in question.
Gumshoe:
This photo was accidentally taken by the witness. It shows her wearing the scarf, sir.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
(The victim is wearing a scarf in that photo alright.) So, about the witness who took this photo... What was this person doing all the way in the mountains?
Gumshoe:
She was taking photos of wild flowers apparently.
Edgeworth:
There are many unusual types of flora on that mountain, Ms. Fey. People in the area say it's because of the spirits that live there.
Judge:
S-S-Spirits! Now that you mention it, th-this photo... This cloudy fog-like thing... Is-Is it a ghost!? I-I don't believe it!
Gumshoe:
No, Your Honor, no... I don't think it's a ghost.
Gumshoe:
It was drizzling that day; unfortunately, it's a little hard to see what's going on.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Drizzling, huh?
Gumshoe:
That's right. There was a light rain coming down. The whole place was dreary... ...But not as dreary as the mood that's in this court room right now. Ha ha.
Mia:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
Gumshoe:
...Looks like a cold front just moved in.
Edgeworth:
In any case... The point is that the area was quite damp. There was even some fog.
Gumshoe:
I even slipped and fell while I was on the bridge. It was really something.
Gumshoe:
Anyway, the criminal shoved the victim down from behind and stabbed her in the back!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Is that part of the witness's testimony as well?
Gumshoe:
Of course it is. He pushed the victim hard in the back and she fell down right on her stomach!
Judge:
Hmm... ...I remember that happening once myself. It was really broodle.
Mia:
... (Are you talking about seeing someone get pushed, or were you the one getting pushed? Or does it mean that you pushed someone down like that once...? With his mind-boggling tales and the way he said, "brutal", I wonder if he's Canadian...)
Armando:
Ha...! Save your nasty look for the right person.
Mia:
Huh...?
Armando:
...Take a look. Poor baby... The Court Record seems to have wet itself.
Mia:
Hey! Watch where you spill your coffee! (The Court Record, huh...)
Present Crime Photo
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So at the time of the crime, there was a light drizzle coming down, correct?"
Gumshoe:
...That must have been when the scarf fell off.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So in other words, there was a struggle between the criminal and the victim, huh?
Gumshoe:
That's what the witness said. Well. It looks like she didn't remember about the scarf. But from what she said, it sounded like a pretty violent fight, ma'am.
Mia:
(The area was wet from rain. The bridge was probably wet, too. Which would explain why the scarf was all covered in mud, but... There's something about this testimony that's still bothering me...)
Present Crime Photo
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So at the time of the crime, there was a light drizzle coming down, correct?"
Armando:
Heh, talk about a surprise. I had no idea there was a photo.
Mia:
S-So what do I do... ?
Armando:
You really still believe him? Mr. Crybaby, I mean?
Mia:
Of course I do!
Armando:
Hmph...! So the little kitten believes in fairy tales, huh... In that case, the answer is obvious. If what you believe is the truth... ...then that means that somewhere, hidden in that testimony, is a contradiction. One huge contradiction waiting to be discovered. ...That's your chance.
Mia:
So at the time of the crime, there was a light drizzle coming down, correct?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and fog, too. Just a generally soggy atmosphere.
Mia:
Well, I have evidence that doesn't go with the soggy atmosphere.
Judge:
But this is a photo of the victim's body that was found in the car trunk.
Mia:
Considering the conditions at the scene of the crime, something isn't right.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Well by all means... Please enlighten us as to what isn't right! What is it about this photo of the trunk that doesn't fit with the conditions that day?
Present victim's coat
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Naturally the answer is... right here!"
Present anywhere else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
Naturally, the answer is... right around HERE! ...I think.
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
It seems to me that Ms. Fey could use a trunk herself.
Mia:
What...?
Edgeworth:
One that she could hide all her bitter memories from this trial in, that is.
Judge:
Ho ho ho ho ho... You truly are a genius... A genius of sarcasm and word-play.
Mia:
(Oops! It looks like I really put my foot in my mouth that time!)
Armando:
Just relax. Lick your wounds clean and then go after him again, Kitten. No matter how bitter the memory... It can never be as bitter as dark black coffee.
Mia:
(Alright, Mia! You have got to think harder this time!)
Judge:
Now then, let me ask you one more time...
Leads back to:
"What is it about this photo of the trunk that doesn't fit with the conditions that day?"
Mia:
Naturally the answer is... right here!
Judge:
The victim's... coat? As far as I can see, there is nothing strange about it.
Mia:
That's exactly what's strange! Remember the testimony! What were the conditions on the bridge that day? It was drizzling and foggy. Dusky Bridge was all wet. If the victim really had fallen down on her stomach on top of the bridge... ...then the front of her coat should have been covered in mud!
Gumshoe:
Urk...!
Edgeworth:
...!
Judge:
That... That's exactly right! The other day I fell on a muddy street and my gorgeous playoff beard was befouled!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...I do admit that the crime scene was quite wet that day. However! That doesn't mean that the top of the bridge itself was muddy! If Your Honor had fallen in the shower instead of on a muddy street... ...his glorious hockey beard, pride of the Legal League, would be wet, but not muddy!
Judge:
Fortunately, I have yet to test that. Still, your point is well-taken.
Edgeworth:
Can you prove that the surface of the bridge was muddy that day?
Mia:
(The surface of the bridge, huh...)
Armando:
Ha...! A real man wouldn't stand for a taunt like this!
Mia:
(Neither would a real woman!) Of course I can!
Edgeworth:
...!
Mia:
Here is the evidence that proves the surface of the bridge was muddy!
Present Scarf
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The evidence is... this scarf!"
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
The evidence is...
Armando:
Wait a minute.
Mia:
Wh-What is it? Your timing is terrible...!
Armando:
If you present that evidence, it would be like... Like jumping off a 100-story building into a bubbling pool of magma. ...After tying a 10-ton boulder around your neck.
Mia:
What is THAT supposed to mean?
Armando:
To put it simply... It would be suicide.
Mia:
(Why didn't he just put it simply in the first place...?)
Edgeworth:
Is your little chat finished? Can we move on now?
Mia:
Y-Yes... I-I've changed my mind.
Judge:
Life is short, Ms. Fey. Hurry it up already!
Mia:
Yes, Your Honor! The defense is now prepared to show our evidence!
Leads back to:
"Here is the evidence that proves the surface of the bridge was muddy!"
Mia:
The evidence is... this scarf!
Judge:
Ah...!
Mia:
It should be obvious... If the scarf fell onto the bridge and got this muddy... It means that the bridge was obviously covered in mud!
Edgeworth:
Urrrnngh...! No... I can't be outwitted by this novice bimbo...!
Mia:
(Hey! Same to you, buddy!)
Judge:
Ms. Fey's assertion makes perfect sense to me...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I do admit that there appears to be a contradiction between... ...the condition of the victim's coat and her scarf. However! The real question is... why is there a contradiction?
Mia:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
For every contradiction, there exists an explanation. Let's look at what the explanation in this case may be, shall we?
Mia:
A-Alright...! (It's not like he's really giving me a choice here...)
Armando:
Ha...!
Armando:
You're doing pretty good. ...For a little kitten.
Mia:
M-Mr. Armando!
Armando:
No matter what he says, a contradiction always comes down to a lie. It's either the victim discovered in the trunk... ...the witness's photo showing the defendant and the victim... ...or the witness's testimony that stated she saw the moment of the murder. Just relax and think it over. It's pretty simple, isn't it? The false evidence... It's one of those three.
Judge:
Hmph! What you said just now! I'm not sure I like that!
Mia:
Th-That wasn't me, Your Honor! It was the coffee aficionado over here that said it!
Judge:
This court is not in the habit of accepting false evidence, you know!
Armando:
Blame it on him, Your Honor. He's the one trying to slip false evidence into the court.
Mia:
...!
Armando:
But we won't let him! We'll expose his evidence as the flimsy scam it really is!
Mia:
Y-Yes! The false evidence in this case is the...
witness's photo.
Mia:
About the photo that the prosecution claims was taken by a witness... It certainly seems to show a man in a prison uniform and a woman in a coat. However! We can't tell any more than that from the photo!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Are you saying the people in the photo may not be the victim and the defendant?
Mia:
W-Well, that's certainly a possibility!
Edgeworth:
So perhaps it was another prisoner and policewoman? I admit, people have their quirks. Perhaps they were part of a role-playing group?
Mia:
W-Well, I suppose that's also p-possible... I guess...
Armando:
You messed up again... Kitten.
Mia:
M-Mr. Armando!
Armando:
There should be something else that's even more suspicious. Now think the whole thing over again.
Judge:
From this point on, Ms. Fey, I will penalize you for making unsubstantiated accusations!
Mia:
(Ugggh... Don't do it, Mia! Don't cry until you get home!)
Judge:
In any case...!
Leads back to:
"This court is not in the habit of accepting false evidence, you know!"
body in the trunk
Mia:
If the victim really did try to repel her killer and if she did fall down on the bridge... ...then you would expect her coat to be dirty. Therefore! The body that was found in the trunk of the car... It was NOT the body of Valerie Hawthorne!
Judge:
Wh-What do you have to say to that, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
*sigh* Objection.
Judge:
Hmm... Not only a whisper, but he mixed in a sigh, too.
Edgeworth:
Valerie Hawthorne was more than a simple meter maid; she was a sergeant. There's absolutely no chance that a mistake about her identity could be made.
Mia:
Uuurgh... (I guess he's right...)
Judge:
From this point on, Ms. Fey, I will penalize you for making unsubstantiated accusations!
Mia:
(Ugggh... Don't do it, Mia! Don't cry until you get home!)
Judge:
In any case...!
Leads back to:
"This court is not in the habit of accepting false evidence, you know!"
witness's testimony.
Leads to:
"It is a no-brainer. Obviously it's the witness that's suspicious!"
Mia:
It is a no-brainer. Obviously it's the witness that's suspicious! During his earlier testimony, the detective pointed out a crucial fact. "The criminal shoved the victim down from behind and stabbed her in the back." Now, is that testimony exactly what the witness claims to have seen?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. ...That's what the witness told us.
Mia:
That testimony... is filled with holes. After all, the victim's coat isn't dirty at all.
Judge:
Hmm... That's true.
Armando:
Ha...! It's not just true. It's the truth. If there was a truly decisive witness in this case... ...I'm certain that boy wonder over there would have called them in the first place!
Mia:
...Your Honor! The defense requests to cross-examine the eyewitness! The testimony presented so far is not only vague, but contradictory as well!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth? It appears that we'll need to hear from your mystery witness after all.
Edgeworth:
... *sigh* You should brace yourself. ...For the brutal truth.
Mia:
...?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, the prosecution has no intention of hiding the witness from the court. We are prepared to present our witness at any time.
Judge:
Very well... Please bring forth your witness at this time.
Mia:
(What Mr. Edgeworth said... kind of worries me... What does he mean by "the brutal truth"?)
Judge:
Now, let's proceed with the testimony. Mr. Edgeworth. Please go right ahead.
Edgeworth:
Thank you, Your Honor. The prosecution summons... ...the woman who saw the events that day with her very own eyes.
Mia:
(This is it, Mia! The battle begins here!)
Edgeworth:
...Witness. What is your name and occupation? ...
Judge:
...
Mia:
(Everyone is so silent that I can hear their hearts going pitter-patter...)
Judge:
Hmm... Ohh... When I look at you... How can I put it...? You look as scrumptous [sic] as a double-double and a dozen doughnut holes... I feel like I want to hurry up and hand down a verdict just to have a bite...
Mia:
(Hey, hey! Not so fast!)
Edgeworth:
...*sigh* As I said before... This witness is very sensitive and delicate. I would ask the court to please exercise care when addressing her.
Judge:
Yes, indeed... Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth. You are a true gentleman. Ms. Fey! You could learn a lot from this man!
Mia:
(...If he's such a gentleman, he sure doesn't act like one to me.)
???:
Umm... Sir?
Judge:
Hmmm... Eh? Yes, my dear?
???:
This is my first time, so I'm sure I'll make a lot of mistakes. Anyway... I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all the trouble I might cause...
Judge:
Hmmmmm... Not at all! It's no trouble at all!
Mia:
Now then... May we please have your name and occupation?
Melissa:
My name is, umm... ...Melissa Foster. I'm a college student... A-A freshman in the literature department.
Edgeworth:
You were on the scene when the unfortunate event occurred, correct?
Mia:
...And you were the one who took this photo? Is that accurate?
Melissa:
Waaaaaah! H-How can you be so mean...?
Judge:
Now see here! What are you doing shoving that in her face like that!?
Mia:
Huh? B-But it's just a photograph! It's not like it's something dangerous!
Judge:
Next time I'll be forced to penalize you!
Mia:
(Uh oh... I don't like the turn this has taken...)
Melissa:
...
Mia:
...? (Is she... staring at me?)
Melissa:
Umm... And you would be...?
Mia:
Huh? I-I'm the defense lawyer. ...My name is Mia Fey.
Melissa:
... ...I see. So you are...
Judge:
Now then, young lady. Could you please give us your testimony?
Melissa:
Yes, Your Honor... I-I'll do my best.
Witness Testimony
-- The Witness's Photograph --
Melissa:
I... I was using my camera to take some pictures of wild flowers.
Then, I noticed there were two people standing up on the suspension bridge.
Suddenly, they just started fighting!
That's when I hurried and took the photo that shows the crucial moment.
And right after that, I called the police.
Judge:
Hmm... By the way, where were you standing when the incident occurred...?
Edgeworth:
I believe the map would be of help here.
Melissa:
Umm... I was standing right over... here. I was standing in a beautiful field, surrounded by tall cliffs.
Judge:
So you took the photo from that location, eh.
Melissa:
I brought the camera I was using at the time, just like Mr. Edgeworth asked me to.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. What a cute camera... Just like its owner.
Camera added to the Court Record.
Judge:
...Alright then, Ms. Fey. Time for your cross-examination. But I warn you, make the witness cry again, and you'll feel the wrath of my gavel.
Cross Examination
-- The Witness's Photograph --
Melissa:
I... I was using my camera to take some pictures of wild flowers.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Did you say... "wild flowers"?
Melissa:
Yes, the mountain is famous for its beautiful spring wild flowers.
Mia:
Umm... But it's only February.
Melissa:
Well, I... I couldn't wait for Spring to come.
Judge:
Ho ho... I know just how you feel! It's just like when I first started growing this glorious beard of mine... I just couldn't wait, so I wore a dyed blonde Santa beard until mine grew in properly.
Edgeworth:
...Would you mind if we got back to the facts of the case, Your Honor?
Melissa:
Then, I noticed there were two people standing up on the suspension bridge.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Was there anything strange about the two of them?
Melissa:
I... I'm a bad girl. ...I know I am. It looked like they were having a really serious conversation up there... ...So I decided to watch them. Like some kind of Peeping Tom.
Judge:
No, not at all! Everyone is like that! I love watching other people fight, too. In fact, I can't get enough of it! ...Actually, that's why I took this job in the first place.
Mia:
(Too much info, Your Honor!)
Edgeworth:
...In any case, it's perfectly natural for you to have kept watching them. Especially dressed as they were...
Melissa:
Well, anyway... I was watching them very closely.
Melissa:
Suddenly, they just started fighting!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Do you have any idea what they were fighting about?
Melissa:
Eh? No... I have no idea. Why do you ask that?
Mia:
Oh, I just thought that maybe you overheard what they said...
Melissa:
...
Mia:
...!
Melissa:
I would never... I would never eavesdrop... I've got more class than that!
Judge:
That's right, Ms. Fey! Don't drag the witness down to your level!
Mia:
(Grrrr...!)
Melissa:
That's when I hurried and took the photo that shows the crucial moment.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Why did you take a photo?
Melissa:
Well, the two of them were really going at it... Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a news reporter... I guess that part of me just kind of took over...
Mia:
(Smells like a lie to me...)
Judge:
Yes, I understand completely! Even now, I can't completely abandon my boyhood dreams... I still use my grandson to test my comedy routines on!
Mia:
(So he wanted to be a comedian, huh. ...Not that it has any bearing on this.)
Melissa:
All I could do was to use my camera. So I took the photo of the crucial moment and gave it to the police.
Present Witness's Photo
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
...Witness. When you said you took a photo of the crucial moment,  is this what you meant?
Melissa:
Err...
Mia:
All I can see in this photo are two people facing each other. You testified that you saw the two of them starting to fight. Normally that's the kind of thing we would refer to as a crucial moment! Why haven't you presented a photo like that!?
Melissa:
...W-Well, you see...
Edgeworth:
...The photo we presented was the only one there was.
Mia:
But if you really wanted to capture the crucial moment... ...then what happened next? You must have taken a photo of it!
Judge:
Hm... Hmmmmm... Doh! Err... Umm... My apologies, young lady... But Ms. Fey's assertion is not without a certain amount of merit...
Mia:
(He can certainly downplay a situation, can't he...)
Melissa:
...I-I'm sorry... ...I'm a very bad girl. I umm... I used it all up... The film, I mean.
Judge:
You ran out of film!?
Melissa:
Err, this photo was the last one.
Mia:
What!?
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, that is the truth. ...I personally examined all of the photographs she took that day. All the other photos are of the witness herself, playing among the wild flowers.
Mia:
The witness herself? Then who took the photos?
Melissa:
Well... You see... My camera has a timer feature built into it.
Mia:
So, you took photos of yourself!?
Judge:
Hmm... I remember taking some photos of myself once, too!
Mia:
(Please! No details...!)
Judge:
...It seems that Ms. Fey's assertion was not so decisive after all.
Mia:
W-Wait! Just a minute!
Judge:
Well, if she had no film left, she couldn't very well take more pictures, eh.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Foster, perhaps then you could tell us about a different sort of photo. Photos of the incident that you "took" with your very own eyes.
Melissa:
Mr. Edgeworth... You're quite the poet!
Judge:
Very well then! Let's get back to the cross-examination. ...Let's hear your thoughts on the fight that you witnessed!
Melissa:
Yes... Mr. Judge.
Mia:
(Boy, this guy is really a sucker for sweet talk...)
Armando:
Ha...! It looks like the other kitten in the room is the one that's getting all the attention.
Mia:
Yeah, it's sickening.
Changes statement from "That's when I hurried and took the photo that shows the crucial moment." to "The victim turned around and tried to run away, but..."
Changes statement from "And right after that, I called the police." to "She only got about 10 yards before she was stabbed in the back."
Melissa:
And right after that, I called the police.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You called the police?
Melissa:
Yes. Because it looked to me like the murderer was going to try to escape.
Edgeworth:
...We were already moving before the call even came in. Thanks to the victim's note, we had already started our operation.
Judge:
Hmm... That was certainly tough luck for the criminal, eh.
Melissa:
The victim turned around and tried to run away, but...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
The victim... Why do you think she tried to run away?
Melissa:
Umm...
Mia:
With her police training, she certainly knew better than to turn her back on a criminal...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This was a large, powerful man with a knife. If it had been a quaggy woman like you, I'm sure she would have acted differently.
Mia:
("Quaggy"!? Why you...!)
Judge:
If it had been me, I probably would have jumped into the river!
Mia:
(There's still something wrong with this testimony...)
Present Dusky Bridge Map
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Witness! Your testimony is a joke!"
Melissa:
She only got about 10 yards before she was stabbed in the back.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So you're saying Sergeant Hawthorne wasn't able to get away from him...?
Melissa:
Well, it's a narrow bridge and it was swaying back and forth... If you ask me, both of them were in danger of falling off. I only wish I could have done something to help her...
Judge:
Hmmmm... That seems to make sense.
Mia:
I wonder about that... Something seems kind of off...
Armando:
Ha...! You have a good sixth sense. When you feel that something's off, that's when you need to figure out why...
Present Dusky Bridge Map
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Witness! Your testimony is a joke!"
Mia:
(If Terry Fawles isn't the criminal... Then there must be something strange in that girl's testimony!)
Armando:
Be careful, Kitten. That girl has the judge wrapped right around her little finger. You're going to have a tough time poking holes in that testimony of hers.
Mia:
(You're going to have to come up with something really good, Mia!)
Mia:
Witness! Your testimony is a joke!
Melissa:
Huh... Wh-What...? B-But I... I just...
Judge:
Ms. Fey! I thought I warned you not to make the witness cry!
Mia:
One short testimony and two bad contradictions... There's no possible excuse!
Judge:
You say there were... two contradictions!?
Mia:
It's simple. Just take a look at the diagram of the area. According to her testimony, the two of them were in the middle of the bridge. But if they were, and the victim had turned around and tried to run... Well, then...
Judge:
S-She would've hit a dead-end...!
Mia:
You said 10 yards, but she couldn't have ran even 5! Because Dusky Bridge is collapsed on that side!
Melissa:
Waaaaaah!
Judge:
Wh-What does all this mean!?
Mia:
It's very simple, Your Honor. This charming, little witness told a charming, little lie. That's all there is to it.
Melissa:
Nnnn...ggg...urk...
Judge:
Th-This beautiful, young lady has been l-lying to the court...?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Just a moment, Your Honor.
Mia:
(M-Mr. Edgeworth...!)
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... Allow me to personally apologize for the confusion.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
There's one major mistake in this diagram.
Mia:
What did you say!?
Judge:
What are you referring to?
Edgeworth:
It's all because this diagram was made after the incident occurred. It's a very old bridge... We couldn't find any official blueprints of it.
Judge:
S-So you're saying...?
Edgeworth:
I'm saying that even though this bridge is currently in disrepair... ...there's no evidence that can prove that the bridge was broken during the incident.
Mia:
Th-That's ridiculous...!
Edgeworth:
You can't actually tell the condition of the bridge from this photo... I apologize to the court for not being more clear when I presented the evidence.
Judge:
Hmm. Hmmmm...
Armando:
Ha...! That guy is good.
Mia:
Huh? What do you mean?
Armando:
He planned it from the beginning. He's a genius alright... That diagram of the bridge was his insurance policy.
Mia:
(What!? That coward!)
Judge:
Well, Ms. Fey... It seems you've once again made a reckless accusation.
Mia:
...!
Melissa:
I-I'm so sorry! I should have been more careful myself...!
Judge:
No, no, no, no! It wasn't YOUR fault at all!
Edgeworth:
Now then... Shall we go on with the trial? I'd like to establish, once and for all, what it was that the witness actually saw.
Judge:
Indeed. Alright, young lady... May I ask you to please proceed with your testimony?
Melissa:
But I... It's so hard to go on...!
Judge:
We're all on your side, Ms. Foster!
Edgeworth:
There's no need to worry. Just tell us what you saw.
Melissa:
Y-Yes, sir!
Witness Testimony
-- Running From the Crime --
Melissa:
After he stabbed her in the back, he quickly picked her up in his arms.
Then he carried her over to the car.
I suppose that was the only way he could make sure the body stayed hidden.
He couldn't just leave the body on top of the bridge.
Oh, I'm sorry... I'm only supposed to talk about what I saw.
Judge:
Hmm... Witnessing such violence must have been difficult.
Melissa:
Yes, sir... I-I'm still shaken up...
Armando:
If he accepts this testimony as it is, we're finished.
Mia:
D-Don't say that...!
Armando:
Oh well... Maybe I'll stop off at my favorite café on the way home. They make a really great mocha latté...
Mia:
This trial isn't over yet!
Armando:
Ha...! That's what I like to hear...
Judge:
Alright, Ms. Fey. Your cross-examination, if you please.
Mia:
(The contradiction is staring you right in the face, Mia! Go on the attack!)
Cross Examination
-- Running From the Crime --
Melissa:
After he stabbed her in the back, he quickly picked her up in his arms.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Are you saying that the victim didn't fall down on the bridge?
Melissa:
Err... Umm... Actually, maybe she did fall.
Edgeworth:
Of course she didn't fall down on the bridge. If she had fallen down, this photo wouldn't make any sense. If that was the case, her coat would've been all muddy.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
If you don't mind, I was asking the witness!
Edgeworth:
*sigh* No need to be so rude.
Judge:
Well, young lady?
Melissa:
... Of course she didn't fall down. The man in the prison uniform grabbed her before she could.
Mia:
...
Armando:
Ha...! We're one step too slow...
Edgeworth:
And then, what did the defendant do after that?
Melissa:
Then he carried her over to the car.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You personally witnessed that?
Melissa:
Y-Yes...
Mia:
Did anything strange happen when he did that?
Melissa:
Well, I don't know if you'd call it strange or not... ...but that's when the victim's scarf fell off.
Judge:
Hmm... You mean this scarf!?
Edgeworth:
Her words match what we found at the scene. I don't see any problem...
Melissa:
I suppose that was the only way he could make sure the body stayed hidden.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You mean the defendant carried the body all by himself?
Melissa:
Y-Yes...
Edgeworth:
Considering the size of the defendant, I don't think it would be difficult.
Mia:
Yes, but... Let's remember they were on a narrow bridge that was ready to collapse! Is it even possible for him to have carried a dead body on a bridge like that...?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Well, the fact of the matter is that he DID! That kind of talk is just silly!
Mia:
(Wow... Why did he get so emotional all of a sudden?)
Judge:
Ms. Fey, if you think there's some other possibility, please share it with the rest of us.
Present Dusky Bridge Map
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
A killer not wanting his victim to be found... I can understand that. However! The idea of moving the body for that purpose is clearly odd. There was a much easier way to make sure the body wasn't found!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
W-Well? What is it!?
Mia:
Take another look at the map of the area and you'll see how. There's a river right below the bridge. Earlier Mr. Edgeworth pointed out something interesting about the river.
Edgeworth:
For those who are not aware, Eagle River is well-known for its powerful current. Most bodies that fall in are never recovered...
Judge:
Ahh...
Mia:
In the kidnapping case 5 years ago, the victim's body was carried away and never found.
Melissa:
...!
Mia:
If 10 murders were to occur at that same spot above the Eagle River... ...you can bet your boots that every other killer would have tossed the body in the water!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! I'm not sure if I care for the way you put that, Ms. Fey! But I must admit it does seem odd not to have thrown the body into the river!
Melissa:
Ooooh...!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
*sigh* How sad. Perhaps Ms. Fey would do well to try taking a dip in the river herself. After all, you claim to be such an expert in the ways of nature...
Mia:
What are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
My point is that no matter how odd you may find the killer's method of body-disposal... ...the fact is that this is what the killer did. None of your arguments have anything to do with what the witness saw.
Judge:
Hmm... Quite true... Ms. Fey, it seems that your assertion is without merit after all.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
But what the witness claims to have seen is totally ridiculous...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Surely you can't deny that the body was found in the trunk of the car.
Judge:
That's certainly consistent with what the witness has told us.
Mia:
Ugh...
Edgeworth:
Please, witness, go on with your testimony.
Melissa:
I-I'll try...
Edgeworth:
All you have to do is tell us only what you saw. Otherwise the mean lady might yell at you again.
Mia:
(Who is he talking about!?)
Melissa:
Alright! I-I'll do my best!
Changes statement from "I suppose that was the only way he could make sure the body stayed hidden." to "The killer broke into the trunk of the stolen car and hid the body in there."
Melissa:
The killer broke into the trunk of the stolen car and hid the body in there.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
What did the man do then?
Melissa:
Well... Naturally, he got in the car and was about to flee. That's... That's when I came to my senses. I said to myself, "You have to call the police!"
Edgeworth:
And so that's when you called the police?
Mia:
You're sure that you saw all that with your own eyes?
Melissa:
Yes. I'm 100% certain.
Present Dusky Bridge Map or Witness's Photo
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Well, Ms. Foster... It looks like you've done it this time."
Melissa:
He couldn't just leave the body on top of the bridge.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Why do you say that? It's already a broken-down bridge hidden away in the mountains. Doing anything more to hide the corpse would be going overboard, wouldn't it?
Melissa:
Yes, but that mountain is famous among hikers. A surprising number of people go up there.
Mia:
But it's February, right? And it was raining that day, correct?
Melissa:
There is also a small temple and a channeling dojo there. You know those monks... They just love cold, isolated places...
Edgeworth:
I think the witness is trying to say that the corpse could have been found at any time... Besides, the witness is merely reporting what she witnessed with her own eyes.
Melissa:
...
Melissa:
Oh, I'm sorry... I'm only supposed to talk about what I saw.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
And you're absolutely certain that it was my client who was carrying the body?
Melissa:
... Well, he was wearing a prisoner's uniform, but... as for his face...
Judge:
So you're saying you didn't get a clear look at his face?
Melissa:
Well, they were far away and it was raining as well. I-I thought I was only supposed to say exactly what I saw...
Judge:
Excellent! You're a remarkably honest young woman!
Mia:
(Something about this testimony is bothering me, but what...?)
Armando:
Hey, Kitten... Have you ever put salt in your coffee?
Mia:
No... Why would I!?
Armando:
Why not?
Mia:
Huh...?
Armando:
It may actually go better with coffee than sugar, right?
Mia:
...
Armando:
Listen. My point is if you're not sure, you might as well add a ton of salt to it. It might... bring out the rust in something. Like a piece of evidence.
Mia:
(He's right, Mia... Go present something. You've got nothing to lose!)
Armando:
By the way, I wouldn't put salt in my coffee. The two don't go well, after all.
Mia:
Well, Ms. Foster... It looks like you've done it this time.
Melissa:
...? D-Done what?
Mia:
Made a crucial mistake.
Judge:
A c-crucial mistake? Like what, Ms. Fey!?
Mia:
"The killer broke into the trunk of the stolen car and hid the body in there." You're saying you saw that, right? With your very own eyes?
Melissa:
Y-Yes... And...?
Mia:
It's simple, Ms. Foster. Take a look at the diagram. The place you claim to have taken the photo from that day is here. Do you see what I mean? Even if you tried to see the car... ...this outcropping of rock is directly in the way.
Melissa:
Ah...!
Mia:
That's right, Ms. Foster.
Mia:
From where you were standing, you could not have possibly seen the killer's car.
Melissa:
Aaaaah...!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I admit that the diagram shows a large outcropping of rock. However... It isn't so tall that it would stop her from seeing the car!
Melissa:
Th-That's right! It-It's not high at all... I-I was able to see his car just fine!
Mia:
I'm so sorry... But that just doesn't wash.
Melissa:
...!
Mia:
I believe it was the witness who presented this as evidence to the court, yes? This is the location that the photo was taken from. Your own photo tells the whole story! You can clearly see the left side of the bridge... But the outcropping that is being referred to is really more like a cliff.
Judge:
Ah!
Mia:
Your view should have been completely cut off by this cliff! But still you claim to have been able to see the killer's car!
Melissa:
... Noooooo!
Judge:
Or-Order! Order in the court! What is the meaning of all this ballyhoo...!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... Don't jump to any hasty conclusions. The fact that the escapee fled in a stolen car was reported on the news. After witnessing a murder, I'm sure you can appreciate that the witness was very upset. She must have heard about the stolen car and convinced herself that she saw it.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
But she was repeatedly warned before starting her testimony! She was told to testify only about what she saw with her own eyes!
Judge:
Hmmmmm... Oh!
Melissa:
Err... Mr. Judge?
Judge:
Wh-What is it?
Melissa:
I think... I think I must have remembered things wrong...
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Hey! Wait a minute! You can't just say that...!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Fey, no one on the face of the planet is perfect.
Judge:
Hmmmm... Yes, indeed... Quite true! You know what they say... "To err is human, to forgive, divine." I'm inclined to give the benefit of the doubt to our witness here.
Mia:
What...!? Th-That's not fair...!
Armando:
Ha...! Save the tears for later, Kitten!
Mia:
M-Mr. Armando!
Armando:
Don't look back until the trial is over. Now is the time to go forward.
Mia:
B-But...! But that wasn't fair!
Armando:
OK, Kitten, you need to relax. Then you need to remember... The other kitten's testimony!
Melissa:
The killer broke into the trunk of the stolen car and hid the body in there.
Armando:
So tell us... How did you know that? How did you know that he broke into the trunk?
Mia:
Aha...!
Armando:
Until you can explain how you knew that... ...you're going to have a lot of very suspicious people on this side of the courtroom.
Melissa:
...
Judge:
W-Well, witness?
Melissa:
Well, I'm certain that he broke into the trunk. Because... Because there were marks left on the trunk lid. I'm certain they were scratch marks from when he broke into it...!
Judge:
W-What...!? L-Let me see that photo! It's true... These certainly look like scratch marks around the keyhole! HMMMM...! It's obvious that this trunk has been broken open. Well, Ms. Fey? Are you satisfied...?
Mia:
(The judge is on her side! I can't make any mistakes here! What she just said... Is there a contradiction in there somewhere...?)
I'll buy it
Mia:
(Something about it still doesn't feel right, but...) I, err... OK, I guess I'm satisfied... Sort of.
Edgeworth:
I hope this has cleared up any doubts...
Judge:
Indeed, I believe it has.
Armando:
Hey Kitten, this is no time to play around!
Mia:
Huh...?
Armando:
Overlooking such a huge contradiction... What am I going do with you?
Mia:
(Contradiction...!? So that wasn't my imagination after all!)
Judge:
Very well, let's move on to the next...
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
J-Just a minute!
Judge:
What is it now, Ms. Fey!?
Mia:
I've got a big problem with what this witness said!
Judge:
... I'd appreciate it if you didn't change your mind every 5 seconds!
Mia:
(Ugh... Hang in there, Mia!)
Leads to:
"Melissa Foster."
It doesn't work.
Leads to:
"Melissa Foster."
Mia:
Melissa Foster. It looks like you've finally betrayed yourself.
Melissa:
What...!?
Mia:
You said you were in a field taking photos of wild flowers. But even so, you knew about the scratches... The question is when! When did you get a chance to see those scratches!?
Melissa:
...
Mia:
(Finally...! I've finally got her!)
Armando:
Ha...! I'm getting pretty tired of waiting over here!
Edgeworth:
Then perhaps it would be faster if Ms. Fey explained herself.
Mia:
Your Honor! There's only one possible explanation! The reason the witness had seen the scratches was...
she happened to be passing by.
Mia:
Because she just happened to be passing by the area where the car was parked!
Judge:
... Well, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Frankly, Your Honor, after hearing a pathetic response like that... I have to question whether or not such a pathetic lawyer should even exist...
Judge:
Did you hear that Ms. Fey? I believe Mr. Edgeworth just called you a canucklehead.
Mia:
(Yeesh, isn't that overdoing things a little bit...? Come on, Mia! One more time! You can do it!)
Leads back to:
"Your Honor! There's only one possible explanation!"
she put the corpse in herself.
Leads to:
"There's only one way that the witness had the chance to see those scratches."
she is the owner of the car.
Mia:
Because the stolen car actually belonged to her. That is why she knew about the scratches!
Judge:
... Well, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Frankly, Your Honor, after hearing a pathetic response like that... I have to question whether or not such a pathetic lawyer should even exist...
Judge:
Did you hear that Ms. Fey? I believe Mr. Edgeworth just called you a canucklehead.
Mia:
(Yeesh, isn't that overdoing things a little bit...? Come on, Mia! One more time! You can do it!)
Leads back to:
"Your Honor! There's only one possible explanation!"
Mia:
There's only one way that the witness had the chance to see those scratches.
Judge:
Y-Yes? What was it?
Mia:
Naturally... When she opened the trunk... and stuffed the corpse in herself!
Edgeworth:
...!
Mia:
The person who really hid the body in the trunk of that car was... Melissa Foster! It was you that did it, wasn't it!?
Melissa:
Th-That's ridiculous! I could never...! It was the man in the prison garb! He-He's the one that...
Mia:
I don't think so, Ms. Foster. If Mr. Fawles had been the one that put the corpse in the trunk... ...he would have simply used the car key. There was no need to break it open.
Melissa:
B-But...! He stole the car...!
Mia:
He stole it from a young couple that had been waiting at a red light. Which means that the key would have still been in the ignition.
Melissa:
Oh...! I-I... I see...
Mia:
Thank you for telling us about the scratches, Ms. Foster. Without that, we never would have uncovered the truth. It couldn't have been Mr. Fawles that put the body in the trunk!
Melissa:
Nooooo!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
P-Preposterous! To even suggest that the witness put the body in there! If that were true... then how do you explain the photo that she took? The corpse could only have been put in the trunk when the incident occurred. And we already know that at the time, she was taking photographs!
Mia:
(Now is your chance, Mia! Finish this thing!) On the contrary, I'm not so certain about that anymore, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...!
Mia:
There's no need to think too deeply about it. What I'm saying is the shutter for this may not have been pushed by Ms. Foster herself!
Present Camera
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I don't think you can make a mistake about it. Take a look at her camera."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
To be quite honest, Ms. Fey... I wish you would have thought a little more deeply on this matter.
Mia:
Huh?
Armando:
Hey Kitten... Don't start getting all sloppy on me now. The fact is, she wasn't there, but the photo got taken. So how did it happen? This is a fastball right over home plate.
Mia:
(That's what I thought, but...)
Judge:
Ms. Fey, take a moment and think it over again.
Leads back to:
"There's no need to think too deeply about it."
Mia:
I don't think you can make a mistake about it. Take a look at her camera. It has a timer built into it! Even a mini-tripod!
Judge:
Hmmmm...!
Mia:
Almost as if the camera was brought just to take this picture!
Melissa:
...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What are you trying to say then, Ms. Fey!? That when the crime occurred, Ms. Foster wasn't in the field as she claimed!?
Mia:
(Well, if she really did use the camera's auto-timer... ...then the answer is yes, she was somewhere else.) Exactly. She was NOT in the field.
Judge:
Hmm... Would the defense please explain further.
Armando:
Listen... This is a crucial point. "Where was Ms. Foster when the incident occurred...?" In answering that question, we'll also make clear Ms. Foster's true identity.
Judge:
Well then, please answer this question. Where was Melissa Foster when the incident on the bridge occurred?
Present victim's position
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Naturally, the witness was right here!"
Present car
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
Naturally the witness was right... here! ...I think.
Judge:
Hmm... In the spot where the defendant's car was?
Mia:
Yes! She had to put the body in the trunk before the defendant returned!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You don't mind if I ask one teenie-weenie question, do you, Ms. Fey...?
Mia:
(Uh oh. He's got that condescending tone in his voice...)
Edgeworth:
If she put the body in the trunk at that time, as you suggest... ...that must mean that Valerie Hawthorne was already dead at that point, correct?
Judge:
Hmm, indeed.
Edgeworth:
Please take a look at the top of Dusky Bridge. It certainly looks to me like the victim is still alive... Am I mistaken?
Mia:
Err...
Edgeworth:
If Valerie Hawthorne was already dead, then... who is this? The mountain is famous for spirits, so maybe you think it was the ghost of the victim?
Mia:
... Well, it COULD have been a spirit... Right?
Judge:
Ms. Fey! Don't waste the court's time with this kind of foolishness!
Mia:
A-Anyway! I still maintain that the witness was in a different place at the time!
Judge:
Are you certain?
Mia:
Yes, I am certain! More or less.
Judge:
Oh, come now, Ms. Fey...
Leads back to:
"Well then, please answer this question."
Present anywhere else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
Naturally, the witness was standing right here!
Judge:
Hmmmmm... Well, what do you think, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
*sigh* Before pointing out where the witness was standing, Ms. Fey should do something herself. She should figure out where SHE stands, if you catch my drift!
Mia:
(Oh don't worry, the drift was certainly caught...)
Judge:
Yes, failure is an excellent opportunity for growth. Now try better next time.
Mia:
Ah, yes... Thank you...
Leads back to:
"Well then, please answer this question."
Mia:
Naturally, the witness was right here!
Judge:
B-But that's... But that's where the victim, Ms. Hawthorne was standing! Order! Order! Order! Ms. Fey! What on earth...!?
Mia:
Your Honor, if I may... After parting with the "victim" on the bridge, the defendant fled by car. But this would mean that there was no time to put the victim in the trunk. In other words, if someone put the body in the trunk... ...it could only have been before the defendant met the "victim"!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
How asinine! Of course Mr. Fawles met with the victim! The only person with the opportunity to have put the victim in the trunk... ...is the same man that killed her, Terry Fawles!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
You still don't understand, do you, Mr. Edgeworth? By the time the witness's photo was taken, the victim was already dead... The person in the photo was NOT Valerie Hawthorne!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What!? I've never heard anything more ridiculous in my entire life! Then who exactly is the "victim" in this photo!?
Mia:
It's obvious, isn't it? It's your own witness.
Melissa:
...!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaat...!?
Mia:
It's the only possible explanation. The woman that Mr. Fawles met on the bridge that day was not Valerie Hawthorne! It was you! Melissa Foster!
Melissa:
M-M-Me...!?
Mia:
Let's remember that it was raining and foggy on the mountain that day. Mr. Fawles himself believed that the woman in front of him was Valerie Hawthorne!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But the defendant knew Valerie Hawthorne very well! After all, she was the woman whose testimony helped get him convicted!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
But since then, my client has spent five hard years in a federal penitentiary! He couldn't remember exactly what she looked like anymore!
Edgeworth:
You are just making this up as you go along! Where's your proof!?
Mia:
(I've got it all right here! This piece of evidence will blow this case wide open...!) At the time of the incident, Mr. Fawles had forgotten what Valerie Hawthorne looked like!
Present Victim's Note or Scarf
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Fawles had forgotten the victim's face."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Armando:
Wait a minute, Kitten.
Mia:
M-Mr. Armando...
Armando:
First of all, relax. Second of all, think the whole thing over again!
Mia:
(H-He's right, Mia! You need to calm down and think it over!)
Leads back to:
"He couldn't remember exactly what she looked like anymore!"
Mia:
Mr. Fawles had forgotten the victim's face. That's why he needed some piece of identification. Namely, this muddy scarf!
Melissa:
Ah...!
Mia:
It was Mr. Fawles who requested that she wear this scarf to identify herself. That's already been proven by the note the victim left!
Edgeworth:
...
Mia:
In other words, as long as you were wearing a scarf like he asked... ...anyone could have pretended to be Valerie Hawthorne!
Melissa:
...
Mia:
Well? What do you have to say to that, Melissa Foster!?
Melissa:
Nnng...Gggh...Unnn...! N-N-N-N-N-Nnnnoooooooo!!!
Judge:
Err... Ahh... Where's Ms. Foster...?
Edgeworth:
She's collecting herself in the Lobby.
Judge:
Hmmmmm...
Mia:
(It's obvious that Melissa Foster did it. She hid the body in the trunk and disguised herself as the victim... She set up the camera to snap a fake photo of them together...)
Armando:
The only question is... why did she do it...?
Mia:
Well, isn't that obvious? She's the true criminal!
Armando:
Ha...!
Judge:
Well, we'll have to wait for Ms. Foster to compose herself before we start again. Until then, this court is in recess. The defense and the prosecution are instructed to wait in the lobby.
Mia:
Yes, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
Understood.
Judge:
Very well! This court is in recess!
To be continued.
February 16, 1:14 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 4
Mia:
Mr. Fawles, I...
Fawles:
UGGAAAA!
Mia:
Eeeeeek! I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry!
Fawles:
I wanna say thanks. You're real good! You really hooked me up!
Mia:
Thanks! We're almost there! Once I prove that she committed the crime...
Armando:
...Yeah, but there's one more big obstacle we've got to get past.
Mia:
Ob-Obstacle...?
Armando:
Yeah. Motive. Why would Melissa Foster kill that policewoman anyway?
Mia:
(Motive, huh...)
Armando:
Anyway... We're still badly in need of information.
Mia:
Information... Right...
Armando:
What we need the most is info about this Melissa Foster herself. All we know is that she's a student studying literature. And one more thing.
Mia:
...What is it?
Armando:
Well, the incident that happened 5 years ago, of course. The kidnapping-murder case that Zebra Boy is on death row for...
Fawles:
I din't do nuttin'! I din't kill nobody! I never lie!
Mia:
Mr. Fawles! In that case... Tell us more about it. ...About what happened 5 years ago.
Fawles:
... OK. I trust you. That day. 5 years ago. I dream of it. Every day. This picture. It reminds me everything. Bridge looks same. Just like then... 5 years ago... Like it could fall apart... Fall apart any minute...
Mia:
(So it's been broken like that for at least 5 years...)
Armando:
Ha...! Sorry buddy, but you sound like the one that could fall apart at any minute.
Fawles:
It true. I did... ...I did kidnap her. ...Five years ago. I kidnapped. My girlfriend. Dahlia Hawthorne.
Mia:
Y-Your g-girlfriend? Huh...?
Armando:
Hey, hold on there! Did you say, "Hawthorne"!?
Mia:
(The victim's last name...!)
Fawles:
Dahlia Hawthorne... Valerie's little sister.
Mia:
Wh-Wh-Whaaat!? Are you serious!?
The girl... Let her go!
Shut up! C-Come closer... And I kill her!
Sorry, but you're not going to get the chance...
Mia:
(The detective back then was Valerie Hawthorne!) At first I thought shooting someone for a kidnapping was crossing the line, but... If it was to protect her little sister, I can understand why she did it...
Fawles:
Wrong! No protect sister! Valerie betray me! Betray us!
Mia:
What do you mean she betrayed you!?
Fawles:
Everything. All lies. All make-believe. Kidnapping, too...
Mia:
A make-believe kidnapping?
Fawles:
Dahlia. My girlfriend. My love. My Teen Angel.
Mia:
(Ugh. Did he actually say, "My Teen Angel"? He's seen one too many soap operas.)
Fawles:
I do anything she says. Anything Dahlia says...
Mia:
("Anything Dahlia says"...?) H-Hold on a minute! What you're saying is that the kidnapping 5 years ago was planned by...
Fawles:
Yeah. Me and Dahlia... ...And Valerie, too.
Mia:
(Valerie was in on it!?)
Fawles:
Dahlia's family rich. Jewelry business. We get one jewel... That's what we thought... Me and Dahlia wrote kidnap note. We send to her dad. Asked for 2 million dollar diamond. Tell him make exchange on Dusky Bridge. ...We tell him Valerie make transfer 'cause she new detective.
Armando:
Having a police detective in your pocket is a useful thing alright. In the end, you were planning on splitting the 2 million three ways, huh...
Fawles:
Yeah, but! That woman! That woman! Valerie! She do it for real! She shoot at me for real! Me and Dahlia!
*BANG!*
Fawles:
I was shot in arm. Dahlia... She jump in river.
Mia:
Jump...? You don't mean she jumped on purpose, do you?
Fawles:
I couldn't do it! I could never push her...! Anyway, I blacked out... Wake up with police all over.
Armando:
...And that's when they decided to give you the death sentence.
Fawles:
I couldn't believe it. That woman. She betrayed me.
Valerie:
That man... Terry Fawles... He killed her! He threw her off the bridge! He threw my beloved sister into the roaring river 40 feet below!
Fawles:
...These 5 years... All I wonder is... Why! ...Why! ...Why! ...Why! Why did she lie!? That's all I want to know!
Armando:
So that's why you called her. You wanted to hear the truth from Valerie herself.
Fawles:
Yes... but I forget what she look like. So I tell her to wear scarf. I don't want to hurt her! ...Just ask why! Why! Why did you lie...? Why did you betray me...? I just want to hear answer come from her mouth. That's all!
Mia:
(So that's why... That's why you made a crazy escape like that...)
Armando:
Just one thing, Zebra Boy... My senses are tingling all over. Tell me, Mr. Fawles... Where is it?
Mia:
...Huh? Where's what?
Armando:
Come on now, Kitten... The ransom. The 2 million dollar diamond. Remember that now? Did you give it back to Pops? Did the police take it?
Fawles:
...I dunno.
Mia:
Huh? You don't know?
Fawles:
No really. I dunno. It's gone. With Dahlia.
Mia:
...With Dahlia?
Fawles:
That day. On the bridge... Dahlia put it. In backpack... Now gone. With Dahlia. Gone... Forever... Into Eagle River...
Mia:
(It disappeared with Dahlia, huh...? Wait a minute...!)
Bailiff:
...You can come back in now! We're about ready to go!
Mia:
Mr. Fawles! Just one more question! When you said, "with Dahlia", do you mean the diamond is still missing...? Along with the body of Dahlia Hawthorne?
Fawles:
... Never found her... My sweet Dahlia...
Mia:
(They never found her...!)
Fawles:
Swallowed by river... Gone... Dahlia... My Teen Angel...
Armando:
Your "Teen Angel"...? How old was she anyway?
Fawles:
Just 14...
Mia:
F-F-Fourteen!? (I guess you were robbing cradles before diamonds...)
Armando:
She plans a fake kidnapping and disappears into the river with a rock worth 2 mil... Man oh man... Angels these days.
Mia:
(Fawles takes the fall... And gets a one-way ticket to Death Row... Is Dahlia Hawthorne an angel or is she really a...)
Armando:
...It's time, Kitten. It looks like we have a few more aces up our sleeve now.
Mia:
...You bet!
Diamond added to the Court Record.
Armando:
The training wheels come off now, Mia! You've got to strike while the iron is hot! That's one of my rules. Remember it.
February 16, 1:49 PM
District CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Now then, let's continue with the trial of Mr. Terry Fawles. ...Witness. Are you feeling better?
Melissa:
Y-Yes, Your Honor... I-I'll try my best.
Judge:
Hmm... You're a brave young lady.
Mia:
(Not this again...)
Edgeworth:
I can understand a defense lawyer wanting to get her client off the hook... However! To try to pin the crime on an innocent student is...
Mia:
What are you talking about!?
Edgeworth:
My witness is not the person on trial here. She's an innocent bystander who witnessed a violent crime. ...That's all. What possible reason would a girl like this have for murdering a policewoman!
Judge:
Hmm... It's certainly hard to imagine this woman as a murderer...
Mia:
(Her motive, huh... I figured that's what I had to establish next...)
Judge:
Well, Ms. Fey? Do you have any evidence of a motive?
Mia:
... Err, yes! Of course! ...I think.
Armando:
Hah...! You're still acting as tame as a kitten... Kitten.
Mia:
Mr. Armando...
Armando:
Listen... A lawyer is someone who smiles no matter how bad it gets.
Mia:
...!
Armando:
Smiling on the outside while your guts are twisted in knots is the mark of a pro.
Mia:
...Maybe so, but I wish you would quit grinning at me like that.
Melissa:
Umm... Excuse me... May I speak, Mr. Judge?
Judge:
Of course! Mr. Judge is ready anytime you like!
Melissa:
I'd like... I'd like to say something. Some people here are suspicious of me, right? Th-That's why... I... I at least wanted you, Mr. Judge, to know that it's not true...
Judge:
Hmmmmm! I see! You're such an honest and upstanding young lady.
Armando:
It looks like this witness is a real professional.
Mia:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Armando:
Look at that 100-watt smile. ...Just when things are darkest for her... CLICK. She lights right up!
Judge:
Very well then! Let's hear what the witness has to say!
Witness Testimony
-- Melissa Foster's History --
Melissa:
I... I was out of the country until the year before last.
Until I entered college, I had never even been to Eagle Mountain before...
And I certainly don't have any reason for wanting to hurt a police officer.
Holding a grudge and killing the officer who testified against you 5 years ago...
Or kidnapping a poor girl... I just think the defendant is a terrible, horrible monster!
Judge:
Hmm... Out of the country, eh...
Edgeworth:
Precisely. Furthermore, she has no possible motive for committing murder.
Judge:
Hmm, indeed...
Armando:
You're up to bat, Kitten. Sharpen those claws and put on your best smile.
Mia:
Y-You bet! (Somehow, I have to tie her to this case...)
Cross Examination
-- Melissa Foster's History --
Melissa:
I... I was out of the country until the year before last.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So, what country were you living in then?
Melissa:
We were all living abroad, but after my parents were killed...
Edgeworth:
It was a brutal civil war. She had to try to make her way back home alone...
Melissa:
I lost everything... I didn't even have any personal identification...
Mia:
(What kind of sob story is this...? ...What do I do? Should I press her for details?)
Wait and see
Mia:
(There's nothing I can do about her claim to have lost all her identification. All I can do is wait to find some other evidence about her real identity.)
Judge:
Very well then, Ms. Foster. Please proceed.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press her harder
Mia:
...Witness. Answer my question. I'll even repeat it for you. What country were you in?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, this line of questioning is childish. What country she was in and how many languages she may speak are irrelevant here. What we're here to evaluate is whether this witness has any connection to this case.
Melissa:
I've lived abroad ever since I was a little girl... That's why I could never have known Mr. Fawles or Detective Hawthorne.
Edgeworth:
Yes... I think we've established that point.
Judge:
Yes, indeed. Well then. Shall we add what you've just stated to the official testimony?
Melissa:
Yes, please. ...Mr. Judge.
Adds statement "Naturally, I didn't know either the victim or the defendant."
Melissa:
Naturally, I didn't know either the victim or the defendant.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You didn't know either person? Are you certain of that?
Melissa:
Yes. I'm afraid I'm rather shy around people.
Judge:
Hmm... Oh well, that can't be helped.
Mia:
(Why is he just agreeing with everything that comes out of her mouth...?)
Judge:
The first time you saw either of them was when they were on the bridge, correct?
Melissa:
Yes... It really was a coincidence.
Melissa:
Until I entered college, I had never even been to Eagle Mountain before...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So what made you decide to go to Eagle Mountain anyway?
Melissa:
I just love being outdoors... Picnics, hiking... You know, that sort of thing.
Mia:
(...You don't look like much of a hiker to me. But you do look like a digger of sorts.) But Eagle Mountain is a two-hour drive from here and no trains run through there. There are plenty of mountains that are closer and easier to get to.
Melissa:
Well, I went there once with the college Hiking Club. I fell in love with its stark, desolate beauty and its cold, yet romantic, gloominess...
Mia:
(Didn't know you were such a goth...) By the way, what's the name of your college...?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The prosecution objects to any questions that involve the witness's private life.
Mia:
...!
Edgeworth:
All that matters is that she is a material witness to a crime. The witness doesn't need to respond to questions that are clearly malicious in intent.
Melissa:
Thank you! She's really gone too far...!
Judge:
Hmmmmm! Ms. Fey! You're treading on thin ice here!
Mia:
(I hardly said anything! Talk about sensitive...)
Melissa:
And I certainly don't have any reason for wanting to hurt a police officer.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Perhaps, but your behavior that day was very suspicious! Not only have you contradicted yourself here in court, but you know things you shouldn't. For example, the scratches on the trunk of the car.
Melissa:
Well th-that's...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately Ms. Fey, your last statement proves nothing.
Mia:
Oh really!? And why is that?
Edgeworth:
The witness came to the police station once to identify the suspect. It's entirely possible that, at that time, an officer showed her this photo.
Judge:
Hmm... That seems like a rather serious mistake.
Armando:
Ha...! That's the oldest trick in the prosecutor's book.
Mia:
Th-That's not fair...!
Melissa:
That wicked inmate... I'll never be able to forget that horrible day...
Melissa:
Holding a grudge and killing the officer who testified against you 5 years ago...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
A grudge...?
Melissa:
Well, the policewoman's testimony was crucial, wasn't it? ...Crucial in getting the defendant sentenced to death.
Edgeworth:
Yes, and that's precisely why he harbored such deep anger against her. So much anger that he forgot his own guilt...
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
My client has always maintained that he's innocent of those charges!
Melissa:
He seems rather forgetful. ...Your client, I mean.
Mia:
...!
Melissa:
Not only did he forget about what he did, but he forgot the poor policewoman as well.
Mia:
What do you mean by that?
Melissa:
Your client... He forgot what the detective looked like, right? It's too bad for her that he didn't forget about her testimony as well.
Mia:
(Well, she's right about that. Mr. Fawles is kind of forgetful...)
Wait and see
Mia:
(Any more damage to my client's image could be a disaster... The judge already has a bad enough opinion of him...)
Judge:
You just can't trust someone with a bad memory. What did you eat for dinner one week ago today? ...At the very least, a person should remember that much. As for me, it was payday, so I had a nice moose steak with some poutine on the side.
Mia:
(...And how does this relate to anything!?)
Edgeworth:
Whether it's eating steak or committing murder, a person shouldn't deny their actions. I'm in complete agreement, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harder
Mia:
You said, "he forgot what the detective looked like." What did you mean by that?
Melissa:
Well he couldn't tell who she was without some kind of identification, right?
Edgeworth:
Quite right... That's why the victim was wearing a scarf as identification.
Melissa:
Why, if I had been wearing a white scarf that day... ...then he probably would have tried to kill me...
Judge:
Hmm... That's true. He's clearly a bitter man!
Mia:
(This is bad. Mr. Fawles's reputation just keeps getting worse and worse. Sometimes it's best not to poke too deep... What should I do with that last statement?)
Have it added to the testimony
Mia:
Your Honor! What the witness said just now was tremendously important! I'd like it added to the official testimony!
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has no objection... After all, the defendant is a killer and a mentally unbalanced one at that... That testimony only helps to further prove that point...
Judge:
Hmm...!
Mia:
N-No, that's not why I...
Judge:
Enough. ...Witness, if you would?
Melissa:
My pleasure, Mr. Judge.
Adds statement "I guess I'm lucky I wasn't wearing a white scarf."
Leave it alone
Mia:
(Any more damage to my client's image could be a disaster... The judge already has a bad enough opinion of him...)
Judge:
You just can't trust someone with a bad memory. What did you eat for dinner one week ago today? ...At the very least, a person should remember that much. As for me, it was payday, so I had a nice moose steak with some poutine on the side.
Mia:
(...And how does this relate to anything!?)
Edgeworth:
Whether it's eating steak or committing murder, a person shouldn't deny their actions. I'm in complete agreement, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Melissa:
I guess I'm lucky I wasn't wearing a white scarf.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
What do you mean by lucky?
Melissa:
Well... It's February now. Everyone is wearing scarves. If I had accidentally worn a white scarf like he said...
Edgeworth:
Then you yourself might have been killed.
Judge:
Hmmmmm... That would've been a terrible loss for this world!
Armando:
Ha...! It looks like you pressed too hard this time, Kitten.
Mia:
Mr. Armando...
Armando:
Keep looking around you and you're going to lose sight of the finish line. Justice is blind, but she's not deaf. Sometimes you have to know when not to talk.
Present Scarf
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Witness... I want you to look at this photo you took. It's hard to see in the photo, but look at the scarf the victim wore as identification.
Judge:
Ah, you are talking about this scarf right here, eh?
Melissa:
Y-Yes! That's it! The scarf the policewoman was wearing...
Mia:
(I've got her now, just don't mess up...) ...But that's strange. In your testimony, you stated the following... "I guess I'm lucky I wasn't wearing a white scarf."
Judge:
Wh-White?
Mia:
...This is the scarf you identified as belonging to the victim. But it certainly doesn't look white to me!
Melissa:
Oh...!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Well, it was foggy that day... And it was raining as well! It's not surprising that she mistook it for white!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Sorry, but not this time. The witness just confirmed that this was the victim's scarf!
Judge:
Yes, but... What's the significance...? It's true that the scarf doesn't look white, but...
Mia:
There's only one explanation for this mix-up! The reason why the witness thought the scarf was white is...!
Present Victim's Note
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Witness. Have you ever seen this note?"
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
Here's the definitive piece of evidence that proves it!
Melissa:
...
Edgeworth:
......
Judge:
That...? That's your definitive piece of evidence?
Mia:
Yes! ...If my thinking is correct.
Edgeworth:
Well then. We have one mystery solved! The answer is simple. Ms. Fey's thinking is wrong. ...That's all there is to it.
Mia:
Huh?
Armando:
Please, Kitten. You've got to do something... You're killing me over here.
Judge:
Ms. Fey, I've got a definitive penalty to reward you for your definitive piece of evidence.
Mia:
(Well, that wasn't what I was expecting...)
Judge:
Well... Do you have evidence or not? Perhaps you can tell us about why the witness thought the scarf was white, eh...
Leads back to:
"There's only one explanation for this mix-up!"
Mia:
...Witness. Have you ever seen this note?
Melissa:
N-Note...? I, err... No, never...
Judge:
It's top-secret evidence. There's no reason that you would have.
Mia:
Hmm, I wonder about that...
Melissa:
Wh-What do you mean...?
Mia:
This note shows Mr. Fawles's instructions to the victim regarding their meeting. It says... "Wear white scarf for identification."
Edgeworth:
White... Scarf...? AAAAAAH!!!
Mia:
Witness! You KNEW what this note said! There's no other possible reason for you to mistake the scarf's color!
Leads to:
"Ugh... Unn... Urgh...!"
Present Victim's Note
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
...It's true. Mr. Fawles did give instructions to Valerie Hawthorne about their meeting. The note that she left said: "Wear white scarf for identification."
Judge:
Yes, what about it...?
Mia:
Isn't it obvious!? Doesn't it strike you as odd!? That note was a secret piece of evidence! How is it that the witness knows about it!?
Melissa:
Ah...!
Judge:
Order! Order! Hmm... It is odd, isn't it?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth!? Did you show top-secret evidence to the witness...?
Edgeworth:
Y-Your Honor... I certainly never gave anyone permission to do such a thing.
Mia:
In that case, the only way the witness could know about the note would b--
Melissa:
J-Just a moment! Of course... Of course I didn't know about the note! It's just... I saw it when it happened. ...With my own eyes. When the victim went to see the killer... She used her own scarf to signal him. That's why... That's why I assumed that the signal was a white scarf.
Judge:
Hmmm... I suppose that makes sense.
Mia:
(Come on, Mia! You can't let her weasel out of it that easily!) ...Witness! Sorry, but your explanation isn't going to work here.
Melissa:
B-But why!? It-It's true! That's what I saw!
Mia:
Impossible. There's no way you could have seen the victim use a white scarf to signal him!
Present Scarf
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You've said several times in your testimony that the victim was wearing a scarf..."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
Here's the definitive piece of evidence that proves it!
Melissa:
...
Edgeworth:
......
Judge:
That...? That's your definitive piece of evidence?
Mia:
Yes! ...If my thinking is correct.
Edgeworth:
Well then. We have one mystery solved! The answer is simple. Ms. Fey's thinking is wrong. ...That's all there is to it.
Mia:
Huh?
Armando:
Please, Kitten. You've got to do something... You're killing me over here.
Judge:
Ms. Fey, I've got a definitive penalty to reward you for your definitive piece of evidence.
Mia:
(Well, that wasn't what I was expecting...)
Melissa:
Well? ...Do you finally believe me?
Mia:
(Come on, Mia! You're running out of time...!)
Leads back to:
"...Witness! Sorry, but your explanation isn't going to work here."
Mia:
You've said several times in your testimony that the victim was wearing a scarf... ...A white scarf, correct?
Melissa:
Yes... Is something wrong...?
Mia:
That's what I'd like to know. ...Ms. Foster. Have a look at this. It's the victim's scarf!
Melissa:
Ah...!
Mia:
I'm sure people would disagree about what to call this color. ...However! It certainly is not white! You KNEW what the note said!
Edgeworth:
She knew... the contents of the note...? N-NOOOOOOOO!
Mia:
It says, "Wear white scarf for identification." That's the reason why you said it was white!
Leads to:
"Ugh... Unn... Urgh...!"
Melissa:
Or kidnapping a poor girl... I just think the defendant is a terrible, horrible monster!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You knew about that incident? But weren't you out of the country until the year before last?
Melissa:
Well, I saw a report about the escaped convict on the news. They had an in-depth report about his whole history.
Judge:
So you were still living abroad 5 years ago, is that right?
Melissa:
Yes...
Mia:
(I can't let her get away with these lies...!)
Armando:
Listen to me. She's neck-deep in this whole thing... Somehow, you're just going to have to get her to show the court her true self.
Melissa:
Ugh... Unn... Urgh...!
Mia:
Well, Ms. Foster!?
Melissa:
NOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Mr. Edgeworth! I'm waiting for an explanation!
Edgeworth:
I'm quite sure this note wasn't leaked to the public!
Mia:
And yet...! This witness knew exactly what the note said! At the time of the murder, the number of people that knew were quite... limited. Terry Fawles is one. The person who wrote the note, Valerie Hawthorne, is another. And finally... One more person.
Judge:
Did you say... "One more person"?
Armando:
That's right... A person that no one would have suspected... Have you figured it out, Kitten?
Mia:
Yup! The third person that knew the contents of the note was...!
Present Dahlia Hawthorne profile
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"And that person is... Dahlia Hawthorne!"
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Armando:
...Hang on there, Kitten.
Mia:
What is it, Mr. Armando?
Armando:
Here. I made some special café con leche for you... I put in plenty of sugar. Drink it up before it gets cold. Don't be shy.
Mia:
Umm... Why are you doing this?
Armando:
Your brain needs stimulation. Drink some of this and then think it over again. Listen. Keep messing up like that and you're going to get the judge mad.
Judge:
Ms. Fey! Don't just stand there casually drinking coffee!
Mia:
(Oops... I think it's too late...) B-But Your Honor...! Th-There is one more person! There is a person besides Mr. Fawles and the victim that knew what the note said.
Leads back to:
"That's right... A person that no one would have suspected..."
Mia:
And that person is... Dahlia Hawthorne!
Judge:
Dahlia Hawthorne...? I've never heard that name before.
Mia:
Look at the victim's note. This is what it says... "Talk to Dahlia. Tell her this time..." There is her name, right there.
Judge:
Wh-What's this... So who is this person!? This... Dahlia Hawthorne...
Edgeworth:
*sigh*... Ms. Fey must be desperate if she's trying to bring the dead back to life.
Judge:
The d-dead...?
Edgeworth:
Dahlia Hawthorne was the victim's deceased younger sister. She was killed in a crime 5 years ago.
Judge:
Killed in a crime...? Y-You don't mean...!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. She was kidnapped... And killed. By Terry Fawles!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
You said she was "killed"... But was she really?
Edgeworth:
What are you implying...?
Mia:
Of course, people thought she had died 5 years ago... ...when she fell off of Dusky Bridge and was lost in the Eagle River. However! Her corpse was never found!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
She was declared legally dead 5 years ago! As far as the law is concerned, Dahlia Hawthorne is officially dead.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
But the fact remains that her body was never recovered! Dahlia Hawthorne was 14 years old, 5 years ago. If she were still alive, she would be 19 now. ...Melissa Foster. I believe that's the same age you are!
Melissa:
Ah...!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Even you couldn't...! Ms. Fey...! You're not saying...!
Mia:
But I am. That's precisely what I'm saying. This "witness" before us is the girl that was kidnapped and killed 5 years ago! This girl is in fact Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne!
Judge:
WHA...! WHAAAAAAT!
Armando:
Ha...! Nice work... That was like tossing a grenade into a 3-alarm fire! But unless you can tie all the loose ends together... ...you're nothing but a hit-and-run arsonist.
Mia:
I... I understand. (If I can expose her true nature, I can turn this whole case on its head! Now is my chance to make Mr. Edgeworth squirm...!)
Judge:
Hmm... Hmm... Hmmm... Witness! Just who are you anyway!?
Melissa:
I... I... I'm...
Edgeworth:
I didn't think it'd come to this. That's enough... You don't have to say anymore, witness.
Melissa:
... Yes. I understand.
Judge:
Wh-What! Mr. Edgeworth! Explain yourself!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. I have an admission to make. I honestly never thought the defense would pursue the matter this far...
Judge:
You don't...! You don't mean...!
Edgeworth:
...Yes. The prosecutor's office isn't filled with fools, you know. Naturally, we conduct full background checks on all of our witnesses.
Mia:
Wh-What did he say...?
Armando:
Ha...! It looks like the kid knew. He knew her true identity from the get-go.
Mia:
No way...! But then why...!
Armando:
If you hadn't revealed her secret, he wasn't going to say anything about it. All he wanted was her testimony, so he made a little trade.
Edgeworth:
Let me introduce you to... ...the victim's younger sister, Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne.
Judge:
But... But... I thought she died 5 years ago...?
Edgeworth:
We thought so as well... But... Well, as you can see...
Mia:
Why!? Why did she hide her identity for 5 years!?
Edgeworth:
That has nothing to do with the current case. She was merely an accidental witness to a crime...
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Accidental...? I don't believe that for a minute! For the last 5 years, she's been playing the role of victim! And now we find her acting suspiciously at another murder scene!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...Really, Ms. Fey! Your strategy is clearly obvious. You're trying to pin your client's crime on an innocent witness in order to win... ...At any cost.
Mia:
H-How dare you!
Edgeworth:
Please, let us take a moment to think. Five years ago, this girl was kidnapped and nearly killed.
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
But even worse than that... 5 years later... ...Dahlia Hawthorne lost something much more precious. Her big sister. Ms. Fey must be insane to even suggest that she murdered her.
Mia:
Whaaaaat!?
Judge:
...I'm inclined to agree with the prosecutor's logic. Ms. Fey! Do you have any evidence to back up your assertion!? What possible reason would this witness have for killing her beloved sister!?
Mia:
W-Well you see... (I thought I was winning, but somehow he's turned it around on me!)
Armando:
Ha...! I think you need a little push in the right direction, Kitten...
The defense is prepared to present evidence supporting our claim!
Mia:
Ah! That wasn't me! It was this guy... This crazy coffee addict...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I think we've heard enough empty threats from you, old man.
Armando:
Ha...! What makes you think they're empty, boy?
Edgeworth:
Because your protégé looks like she's sweating bullets!
Mia:
Ah...! (I AM sweating bullets!)
Armando:
...You think you're in a tough spot, huh?
Mia:
Of course! Aren't I?
Armando:
...No. You've just arrived at the moment of truth, that's all. Whether you win or lose... That's up to you.
Mia:
(Up to me...?)
Edgeworth:
*sigh*... The rashness of youth. How charming.
Mia:
(This coming from someone younger than me!)
Judge:
Now then, let's not waste any more time. ...Ms. Fey. What motive would this witness have for murdering her own sister, Valerie Hawthorne?
Present Victim's Note
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...The story starts after Terry Fawles escaped."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
...What is this? Is this the defense's idea of a joke?
Judge:
If so, I certainly don't get the punch line... Well? Ms. Fey?
Mia:
Oh, that was... The rashness of youth!
Judge:
Th-The rashness of youth!? And what is your point in furthering such a stereotype!?
Armando:
That witness stayed hidden for 5 years, Kitten. There must be a good reason for that. And somehow it must involve Valerie Hawthorne...
Mia:
(OK, one more time, Mia! You gotta read the Court Record more carefully this time!)
Leads back to:
"Now then, let's not waste any more time. ...Ms. Fey."
Mia:
...The story starts after Terry Fawles escaped. He called Valerie and told her he wanted to meet. This is the note she left... It says, "Talk to Dahlia. Tell her this time, the whole truth must come out." ...Valerie Hawthorne gave Dahlia a warning. She told her she was going to reveal to the world the whole truth.
Judge:
The whole truth...?
Mia:
There was a dangerously important secret between Valerie and Dahlia. That's the reason Dahlia felt she had to kill Valerie... To keep her mouth shut permanently!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
A terrific story, Ms. Fey! If you like fiction, that is. Enlighten the court, Ms. Fey. What was this secret that was so important? Where's your evidence!?
Armando:
Dahlia and Valerie Hawthorne, and Terry Fawles... There's only one important secret that connects them all...
Mia:
Oh, yes... I know this secret. ...Your Honor! The defense would like to request further testimony.
Judge:
Wh-What testimony?
Mia:
Regarding the kidnapping 5 years ago. We believe it will explain a lot of things. Such as the nature of the important secret between the Hawthorne sisters!
Dahlia:
Ugh...!
Judge:
...Very well. I'll grant your request for further testimony. I know it will be painful for you, but can enlighten us once more, my little maple leaf?
Dahlia:
Y-Yes, I-I'll try. Mr. Judge...
Mia:
(Putting on the old charm one more time, Dahlia? But this will be the last time you hide behind your womanly wiles!)
Witness Testimony
-- 5 Years Ago --
Dahlia:
Five years ago, I was kidnapped by Mr. Fawles.
The ransom price was a raw diamond. My sister, Valerie, brought it to the bridge...
After she made the exchange, she shot Mr. Fawles in the arm!
That's when Mr. Fawles tried to kill me by shoving me off the bridge from behind!
I survived, but I was afraid I might be kidnapped again for my family's money...
So I decided to change my identity and start a new life...
Judge:
Hmmm...
Edgeworth:
...The kidnapping left her emotionally scarred. With her sister's help, she left the Hawthorne family and started all over again. And we're to believe after all that, she murdered her sister? Preposterous!
Judge:
Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth. ...Ms. Fey?
Mia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
As you've heard, the witness is still traumatized from the kidnapping. ...I'll ask you again to be extremely gentle in your cross-examination.
Mia:
(...Mr. Edgeworth got the jump on me again...)
Armando:
Ha...! If we're not allowed to fight, then let's twist some arms. ...Listen up. We've still got that info... That ace up our sleeve.
Mia:
...What info?
Armando:
Come on, Kitten. Don't say you've forgotten already. The fact that the kidnapping 5 years ago was staged!
Mia:
(That's right, it was a fake kidnapping! Terry Fawles told us that in the lobby.)
Fawles:
I do anything she says. Anything Dahlia says...
Mia:
What you're saying is that the kidnapping 5 years ago was planned by...
Fawles:
Yeah. Me and Dahlia... ...And Valerie, too.
Mia:
(Yes! That's it! The fake kidnapping is your best shot, Mia! That's her secret!)
Cross Examination
-- 5 Years Ago --
Dahlia:
Five years ago, I was kidnapped by Mr. Fawles.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Did you and Mr. Fawles have a relationship?
Dahlia:
...Y-Yes. As a tutor...
Mia:
You were tutoring him? Mr. Fawles?
Dahlia:
N-No, of course not! Don't be ridiculous! Mr. Fawles came to the house to tutor ME!
Mia:
(That makes sense... 5 years ago, she was only 14.)
Edgeworth:
He probably came up with the kidnapping plan during that time. The Hawthornes are in the jewelry trade and are quite wealthy, you see.
Judge:
Hmm... Quite the clever fellow, that Mr. Fawles.
Mia:
(Did I hear him right!? Did he just call Mr. Fawles a clever fellow?)
Dahlia:
The ransom price was a raw diamond. My sister, Valerie, brought it to the bridge...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
I heard the diamond is valued in the neighboorhood [sic] of 2 million dollars.
Judge:
2 million dollars!?
Dahlia:
It was still uncut, so it was about the size of a pint of milk.
Judge:
HMMMMM!!! A 2 million dollar pint of milk... I don't know what to think about that!
Edgeworth:
The defendant demanded that her sister, Valerie, make the exchange. Not as a detective, of course, but as an individual.
Mia:
By the way, I want to ask you, Mr. Edgeworth. Why do you think he wanted to make the exchange up there on that mountain? If he ever got surrounded, it would be hard to escape...
Edgeworth:
There's one thing a kidnapper wants to prevent, and that's police involvement. In a place like that, it would be easy to tell if he was being followed. With only one entrance to the mountain, he was ensuring his safety.
Dahlia:
What a wickedly clever man that Mr. Fawles is...
Mia:
(Yeah, right. It was all YOUR plan...)
Dahlia:
Anyway, Valerie brought the diamond to the mountain and...
Dahlia:
After she made the exchange, she shot Mr. Fawles in the arm!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
That was a dangerous thing to do considering you were being held hostage.
Dahlia:
Yes, but...  Actually, that saved my life.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Dahlia:
You see, Mr. Fawles was holding a knife in his right hand... Somehow, I just KNEW he was going to use it. I knew he was going to use that knife to kill me!
Mia:
...!
Dahlia:
That's why my sister shot him! It was to save me!
Dahlia:
That's when Mr. Fawles tried to kill me by shoving me off the bridge from behind!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
I'd like to hear more about what happened right at that moment!
Dahlia:
Well, when Mr. Fawles was shot in the right arm, he let go of me... I-I was dazed. I turned to try and run away, but Mr. Fawles turned to grab me as well... As I ran past, he and I locked eyes for a second, and he gave me a large, bloodthirsty grin.
Judge:
B-Bloodthirsty grin... Oooh...
Dahlia:
And in the next instant...
Edgeworth:
I advise the court to remember that the river is 18 feet deep and incredibly swift...
Dahlia:
I-I was a strong swimmer, but I was knocked out... When I came to, I had been carried away by the river to a strange place. I'll never forget that day. The crumbling bridge, nowhere to run... Then just one little shove from behind. That was it. Before my sister could catch me... ...I fell into the river.
Present Dusky Bridge Map
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say that Mr. Fawles pushed you into the Eagle River..."
Dahlia:
I survived, but I was afraid I might be kidnapped again for my family's money...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
And that's why you hid your identity?
Dahlia:
Yes... I only told my sister.
Judge:
Valerie Hawthorne, eh.
Dahlia:
Yes, she's the only one who knew about me.
Edgeworth:
Meanwhile, legally, this witness has been deceased for 5 years.
Dahlia:
I... I didn't ever want something like that to happen to me again.
Dahlia:
So I decided to change my identity and start a new life...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
And that new identity was "Melissa Foster", right?
Dahlia:
Yes, my sister helped me get the official paperwork taken care of.
Mia:
(That makes sense... Without an insider's help, doing all of the paperwork would've been impossible.)
Dahlia:
She was the only person left in the world I could count on. And you... You think I k-k-killed her... There's no way I could!
Judge:
Hmmmmm...!
Armando:
It's the moment of truth for this witness, too. Once the truth about this staged kidnapping comes out... Everyone in the court will know how much of a Jezebel she really is!
Mia:
(I've just got to prove that kidnapping was a hoax!)
Mia:
You say that Mr. Fawles pushed you into the Eagle River... However, that's hard to believe.
Dahlia:
B-But it's true! I felt a push on my back... I'm certain of it! It was Mr. Fawles!
Mia:
I'm sorry... I guess I wasn't clear enough. I shouldn't have said, "that's hard to believe." I should've said, "That's impossible."
Dahlia:
I-Impossible...?
Mia:
I ask that the court recall the condition of Dusky Bridge, now and 5 years ago. That bridge hasn't changed one bit in these last 5 years. If someone had pushed you from behind as you have claimed... ...instead of being carried away by the river... ...you would have been smashed by the bedrock below! A most certain death.
Dahlia:
...
Mia:
Do you understand now, Dahlia Hawthorne? The very notion that my client pushed you from behind is impossible!
Dahlia:
... Aaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, this event occurred 5 years ago! Why, for all we know, the water level in the river may have been higher back then.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
But it's 40 feet from the bridge to the river! A small change in the water level wouldn't have made a difference!
Edgeworth:
Ugggh!
Judge:
Y-You're right! If the events occurred just as the witness has testified... ...then the defendant couldn't have pushed the witness into the river. Young lady! What is the meaning of this!?
Dahlia:
Uuuh! I... I... I, err... You see, I...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Just a moment, Your Honor! It's true that the witness testified that the defendant pushed her into the river... However! She never stated that she fell from the back end of the bridge!
Mia:
What... What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
After being shot in the arm, it's plausible that Mr. Fawles panicked! Therefore, he could have unwittingly pushed her off the side of the bridge!
Judge:
If that's true, she would have fallen into the river! Well, Miss Hawthorne!? Is Mr. Edgeworth's explanation correct...?
Dahlia:
... Now that you mention it... I do remember now. When I fell off the bridge... ...my skirt got caught on one of the bridge's side wires!
Mia:
You can't be serious!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Edgeworth:
It seems Ms. Fey's assault has finally reached its conclusion.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
(Not now, Mia...! This is no time to retreat!) Unfortunately for you... this is just the start of Ms. Fey's assault!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What?
Mia:
I believe your reasoning went something like this, Mr. Edgeworth. "After being shot in the arm, it's plausible that Mr. Fawles panicked! Therefore, he could have unwittingly pushed her off the side of the bridge!" However! Once again, I'm forced to say, "That's impossible!"
Edgeworth:
R-Ridiculous! What's so impossible about it!?
Mia:
Because your flawed logic contradicts the Court Record!
Present Witness's Photo
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Your Honor! All of the answers are right here in this photo!"
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
This evidence shows the fatal error you've made!
Edgeworth:
... It's a fatal error, alright. Unfortunately... The error is yours, not mine.
Mia:
(Uh-oh, here it comes...)
Judge:
Ms. Fey. At this point in the trial, I can't just let that pass!
Mia:
Ouchie. (Come on, Mia! Take your time and think it over again!)
Leads back to:
"I believe your reasoning went something like this, Mr. Edgeworth."
Mia:
Your Honor! All of the answers are right here in this photo! Take a look at the wires supporting both sides of the bridge! They extend up to about five feet off the ground... It would be impossible to push someone off from there!
Dahlia:
NNNNOOOOOOO!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
B-But let's remember the size and strength of the defendant! Wires like this wouldn't be a problem for him! He could have easily picked up a 14 year old girl and thrown her over!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
So young, and already so forgetful, Mr. Edgeworth. Mr. Fawles had been shot in the right arm.
Judge:
Ah...!
Mia:
And more importantly... ...Valerie Hawthorne had her gun trained on him... at point-blank range!
Edgeworth:
Ugh...!
Mia:
So! Mr. Fawles throwing the witness off the bridge? That is clearly impossible!
Edgeworth:
GWAAAAAAAHHH!
Judge:
Order! Order! Wh-What is the meaning of this!? 
Mia:
Dahlia Hawthorne! You jumped into the Eagle River intentionally!
Judge:
What...!? What is this...!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Indeed! What do you mean by such a ridiculous remark!?
Dahlia:
Y-Yes! It's ridiculous! My sister was there to help me! She had her gun and handcuffs. She could have saved me... Jumping into a raging river like that... That would have been suicide!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Perhaps... But still, that's exactly what you did! You were probably confident that you could handle the swift current. But even more so... ...the witness had a much more compelling reason for jumping into the river!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Oh? Then what was it!? What was so important that she'd want to jump into the river!?
Mia:
The witness is still alive. This fact alone explains everything! This is why she risked her life by jumping into the rapids of the Eagle River!
Present Diamond
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Five years ago..."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
That isn't even worth a reply. Ms. Fey. I hold you personally responsible... ...for confusing the court and causing great emotional pain to the witness!
Judge:
I have no choice but to impose a penalty on you.
Mia:
(This is an easy one, Mia! What was it she was after...? Even Edgeworth must have realized it...!)
Leads back to:
"The witness is still alive. This fact alone explains everything!"
Mia:
Five years ago... ...something else disappeared along with Dahlia that day. The item that Valerie brought up the mountain with her... The 2 million dollar diamond!
Dahlia:
...!
Edgeworth:
AAAAAHHH!! N... No... It-It can't be...!
Mia:
Yes. Dahlia had it all planned from the beginning! The 2 million dollars... She was going to keep it all for herself! She forced Mr. Fawles to help her fake the kidnapping...
*BANG!*
Mia:
At the last minute, she betrayed him and threw herself into the river... ...with the ransom tucked away safely in her backpack...
Edgeworth:
Why that's... that's simply ridiculous!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Y-Your Honor! Five years ago, the witness was only 14 years old! Do you really think a 14 year old is capable of such a demonic plan!?
Mia:
This woman IS a demon. And there was one more person who helped make a demon out of her. Her sister... Valerie Hawthorne.
Judge:
Y-You mean the victim was involved in the kidnapping plot as well!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But she was a detective then! You're saying she participated in her sister's kidnapping!?
Mia:
Precisely! I'm sure that it weighed heavily on her conscience for the past 5 years. This is the sole reason behind the victim's murder.
Judge:
What do you mean by that?
Mia:
On the day of the murder... ...after receiving the phone call from Mr. Fawles, Valerie called her sister, Dahlia. And then she told her what she was planning to do.
Judge:
"Planning to do"...?
Edgeworth:
She was going to tell the whole truth... As she wrote in her note!
Mia:
THAT is what sealed Valerie Hawthorne's fate... THAT is when you hatched your demonic plan to kill two birds with one stone. A plan that would ensure neither of your accomplices to the kidnapping would talk. And THAT is why... ...you killed your sister, Valerie Hawthorne!
... Hee hee...
Judge:
Wh-Who is that!? Laughing at a time like this!
Dahlia:
Forgive me. It's just hilarious...
Judge:
W-Witness? Is that you?
Dahlia:
You amuse me, woman! MS. MIA FEY...
Mia:
...!
Dahlia:
You can certainly weave an exciting tale... Naturally... you have the evidence to back it up, don't you?
Mia:
Ev-Evidence...?
Dahlia:
Evidence that I planned the kidnapping, of course... That at 14, I plotted it with Mr. Fawles and my sister.
Mia:
W-Well, I...
Dahlia:
And one more thing. What happened to the 2 million dollar diamond? If you can't provide evidence to at least show that...
Judge:
Hmmmmm... Well, Ms. Fey?
Mia:
I... I don't know...
Dahlia:
What a joke. YOU, MS. FEY... Are you stupid or something?
Mia:
Nnrgh...! (How can I prove a fake kidnapping that happened 5 years ago!? I don't even have decisive proof of Valerie Hawthorne's murder...)
Judge:
Well it seems... that we've come to the end. To be honest, the witness's behavior does raise certain suspicions... However, I am forced to reject the assertions made by the defense.
Dahlia:
Of course you are.
Mia:
(Is this it...? Is it really over...? That girl has made a fool of me and there's nothing I can do about it!)
Armando:
Ha...! Without evidence the trial is over? Who decided that?
Mia:
M-Mr. Armando!
Armando:
Come on now, Kitten. Haven't you figured out that you can make your own rules? For example, even if there's no evidence, there's still testimony!
Mia:
(T-Testimony...?)
Armando:
On the day in question, Dahlia Hawthorne murdered her sister, Valerie Hawthorne. She hid her body in the trunk of Mr. Fawles's stolen car and then went to meet with him... ...disguised as her sister, Valerie Hawthorne. That's what you think, right?
Mia:
Y-Yes, that's right...
Armando:
In that case, there's only one answer, right? There is only one person left who can testify about Valerie Hawthorne's murder!
Mia:
(Since there's no proof, there's only one thing left to do! Who is the one person who can testify to that demon woman's crimes...?)
Present Terry Fawles profile
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Your Honor! The defense wishes to call a new witness!"
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Armando:
Listen up. This is your last chance. Think it over carefully one more time.
Mia:
(Relax, Mia! This is easy...!)
Leads back to:
"On the day in question, Dahlia Hawthorne murdered her sister, Valerie Hawthorne."
Mia:
Your Honor! The defense wishes to call a new witness!
Judge:
A new witness?
Mia:
Yes! We would like to hear the testimony of Terry Fawles!
Edgeworth:
The defendant...!?
Mia:
There's only one person that can shed any further light on the situation... Only one person that knows what Dahlia's role in the kidnapping was... Only one person that can say whether the person in the photo is Valerie Hawthorne... ...or whether it was in fact her younger sister Dahlia, disguised as her. There's only one person who can solve this riddle once and for all... And that person is... Terry Fawles!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth? What is your take on this?
Edgeworth:
... Why not? The prosecution has no objection.
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff! Bring the defendant to the witness stand!
Mia:
(This is my last chance, Mr. Fawles... My last chance to establish Dahlia's guilt... You're all I have left!)
Judge:
Defendant, you've heard everything that's been said up to this point, yes?
Fawles:
Uhh... Umm... I don't believe it! No way! Dahlia died! Five years ago! Valerie betrayed me!
Mia:
Mr. Fawles... I don't know what she said to you 5 years ago, but one thing is clear. Dahlia is very much alive. And you were used. For 2 million dollars.
Fawles:
That's... Not... True...
Judge:
Mr. Fawles. There's only one question I want the answer to. Two days ago on Dusky Bridge... who did you meet? Was it Valerie Hawthorne? Or was it Dahlia Hawthorne?
Fawles:
Dahlia... Dahlia... Did you... betray me? ... Five years ago she promised... She promised... Never, ever betray each other...
Dahlia:
Terry...
Fawles:
Dahlia! It-It's true! You are alive...!
Dahlia:
You don't trust me anymore? That makes me sad.
Fawles:
Tell the truth! The real truth! I... I believed in you!
Dahlia:
... I shouldn't NEED to say it. You should already know...
Fawles:
...!
Dahlia:
But... There is one thing that I WILL say. My life is in your hands right now, Terry.
Fawles:
Dah...lia...
Judge:
I will allow Mr. Fawles to testify once and once only. Well then, Mr. Fawles. Yours will be the final testimony in this trial.
Fawles:
...
Judge:
Witness!
Fawles:
GAAAAAAAHHH!!!!
Judge:
Eeeeek! I'm sorry! I apologize!
Fawles:
Uwah! Uwah! UWAAAAH!! W-Water! P-Please! Water!
Mia:
Hmm?
Fawles:
Can't talk... Need water...
Armando:
Ha...! Oh well, I guess it'll have to be my coffee instead. At least it'll match the way he's probably feeling right now... Darker and bitterer than Hell itself.
Fawles:
UWAAAAAH...
Witness Testimony
-- Who Terry Fawles Saw --
Fawles:
That day... 4 PM... I stopped the car. I was in front of bridge...
She wasn't there...So, I waited on bridge.
I watched my car from bridge. I never put no body in that car!
Finally, one woman came. She stood front of me.
We talked... Then she left.
That was... That was Valerie. Not my Dahlia!
Mia:
Mr. Fawles! You're covering for her! Do you think she would do the same for you...!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That's enough, Ms. Fey! His last statement was a fitting way to end the final testimony of the trial...
Mia:
...!
Judge:
Well then, Ms. Fey... Please proceed with your cross-examination.
Mia:
(Is this how you want it to end, Mr. Fawles? Another guilty verdict to go along with your death sentence!?)
Armando:
There's only one person who can stop it... You, Kitten. ...I think.
Cross Examination
-- Who Terry Fawles Saw --
Fawles:
That day... 4 PM... I stopped the car. I was in front of bridge...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
According to the note, the meeting was supposed to take place at 4:30. You certainly arrived early, didn't you?
Fawles:
It was raining... Already dark, too...
Mia:
You waited on the bridge for 30 minutes?
Fawles:
...
Mia:
Mr. Fawles...?
Fawles:
Eagle Mountain... That spot... Strong, strong memories...
Mia:
... (Why did he just clam up? Could it be... he's hiding something here?)
Fawles:
She wasn't there... So, I waited on bridge.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You were quite early, so you waited on the bridge, correct?
Fawles:
Yeah... I like waiting. I'm used to it.
Armando:
I'm sure he is. Zebra Boy waited 5 years to ask a single question... To find out why a woman betrayed him. To him, 30 minutes must've been like a blink of the eye.
Present Witness's Photo
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So when you got to the bridge, no one had arrived, huh?"
Fawles:
I watched my car from bridge. I never put no body in that car!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You were watching the car?
Fawles:
That bridge. Other side is broken. Nobody can come from there. So... I was watching car.
Edgeworth:
*sigh*... What else were you expecting him to do...?
Mia:
(I suppose that's the obvious thing to do, but... ...something's bothering me. I'm getting that feeling... A contradiction?)
Judge:
I wonder what's on the other side of the broken bridge anyway?
Edgeworth:
No one lives there. There's a small shrine up on the mountain, but that's it...
Fawles:
Anyway...! Nobody came... No car, nothing!
Present Witness's Photo
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So when you got to the bridge, no one had arrived, huh?"
Fawles:
Finally, one woman came. She stood front of me.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Mr. Fawles. Think carefully now. Are you certain that it was Valerie Hawthorne?
Fawles:
Uh. Uh. Uh... I never lie! It-It's the truth! It was... Valerie! I remembered her face!
Mia:
Wait a minute. If you had remembered her face... ...then why did you make her wear a scarf as identification?
Fawles:
... Uh. Sorry. I told a little lie.
Mia:
......
Fawles:
But! The woman I met... She was different from woman standing here now! She was different! It was Valerie!
Present Witness's Photo
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So when you got to the bridge, no one had arrived, huh?"
Fawles:
We talked... Then she left.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
What did you talk to her about anyway?
Fawles:
...
Mia:
Mr. Fawles!
Fawles:
Valerie told the truth. About the kidnapping 5 years ago. She said, "Someone needed to take the blame for it... That was all I could think to do." She said that. That's why she lied... Got me the death penalty...
Edgeworth:
And were you satisfied with that answer, witness?
Fawles:
Dahlia died... It was my fault. But I don't really remember... Maybe I did... Maybe I did push her in...
Mia:
...!
Fawles:
It don't matter no more... Either way... My Dahlia... My sweet Teen Angel... Dead.
Mia:
(But you just saw that she isn't dead!)
Fawles:
After Valerie talk to me on bridge... Nothing left to live for...
Present Witness's Photo
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So when you got to the bridge, no one had arrived, huh?"
Fawles:
That was... That was Valerie. Not my Dahlia!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
How can you be so sure!? It was raining at the time, and sunset that day was at 5 o'clock. It would have already been pretty dark on that mountain at 4:30!
Fawles:
...
Mia:
Please Mr. Fawles! This is your last chance! You've already taken the fall once for something you didn't do!
Fawles:
... That woman... It wasn't Dahlia.
Edgeworth:
Stop right there! What more needs to be said!?
Judge:
Hmmmmm.
Mia:
(Even if it means the death penalty. Even if it means taking the blame for murder... You'll still do whatever is necessary to protect her... Won't you, Mr. Fawles?)
Armando:
I know it's obvious, but... he's clearly lying. He's been cursed... by Dahlia Hawthorne. He'll probably go to his grave still believing in her.
Mia:
Mr. Fawles...
Armando:
Even if you can show he's lying, the poor guy will still be cursed... You'll still have to point out the contradiction anyway. That's the curse of being a defense lawyer, I guess...
Mia:
So when you got to the bridge, no one had arrived, huh? So you waited on the bridge... You're sure of that?
Fawles:
... Yeah. I'm sure.
Mia:
You're sure, huh...? Well then I'm sure too, Mr. Fawles... I'm sure that you're lying.
Fawles:
Huh! Uhh... Wah... Wah! Wah! WAAAH!!
Edgeworth:
Oh? I would love to hear your rationale on this, Ms. Fey...
Mia:
You want to know who arrived at the bridge first? Just look at this photo. It's perfectly clear. Obviously the person that came first would be the one at the end of the bridge, right?
Edgeworth:
B-But that's the victim at the end of the bridge!
Mia:
Precisely my point. In other words, Mr. Fawles... You must have arrived at the bridge after she did.
Fawles:
Nng... Urkkk... Ahhh... Ggggaah... Blah...
Mia:
... Umm, Mr. Fawles. Please don't get so worked up. We just want the truth.
Fawles:
... I got there around 4 o'clock. It's true.
Mia:
...!
Fawles:
I... I had somewhere to go. A special place...
Judge:
Did you go to this special place before you went to the bridge?
Fawles:
Yeah... It's an old temple about 15 minutes from the bridge. Five years ago, me and Dahlia... We promised each other... We swore we wouldn't betray each other... She brought a memento... To represent... our love.
Mia:
A memento...?
Fawles:
Five years ago, I hid it under base of tree there. It's a special memory for me. This is it... This is what I went to get.
Judge:
This little bottle on a necklace is your memento? It's quite charming... but it looks empty.
Mia:
Your Honor! You heard what my client said. He arrived at the scene at 4 o'clock. But he then left his car unattended and walked away! He was gone for approximately 30 minutes!
Edgeworth:
Urk...!
Mia:
With that much time... ...Dahlia Hawthorne could have easily hidden the body in the trunk of his car!
Edgeworth:
N-NOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Indeed... There certainly was enough time for it!
Mia:
(I've still got a chance!) Mr. Fawles! There's no mistaking it!
Fawles:
............ Urp!
Mia:
Huh? Mr. Fawles...!?
Fawles:
Th-That's enough... Please...
Judge:
W-Witness?
Fawles:
I-I promised her... 5 years ago... If it ever happens... ...that we can't trust each other no more... Then... ...we're supposed to... drink... bottle... Ugh...
Edgeworth:
N-No! Stop the trial! Your Honor! We need a recess!
Fawles:
I... I was stupid... Couldn't... keep... promise... So I did it... I... drank... this...
Mia:
No! We are so close! Just a little more... I was going to prove your innocence!
Fawles:
No... Don't want that... Don't... trust... self... Maybe kill again... Kill sweet Dahlia... again...
Mia:
Mr. Fawles!
Fawles:
Mr. Ar... Armando... Th-Thanks... For the... coffee...
Mia:
MR. FAAAAAAAAWLES!!!!
Mia:
And so my first trial ended... Suddenly, and tragically. It ended with no winners... Only losers. I ended up with a wound that cut so deep into my soul, I thought it'd never heal. I'm sure it was the same for the young prosecutor as well. But one person... The true criminal, Dahlia Hawthorne... She left the courtroom with a secret smile on her demonically sweet face.
Armando:
Unforgivable... That witch...
Mia:
M-Mr. Armando...
Armando:
We were so close to the truth. It was right there in front of us. You were just a little too soft, Kitten...
Mia:
It's my fault! It's all my fault that Mr. Fawles killed himself!
Armando:
Don't cry, Kitten. You're going to make my coffee all salty.
Mia:
I-I knew it...! I kn-knew I wasn't cut out for this...!
Armando:
............... Mia...
Mia:
...!
Armando:
Don't you get it? You can't cry yet. The only time a lawyer can cry is when it's all over.
Mia:
M-Mr. Armando...
No matter how tough the case... No matter how bitter the memories... ...they always fade over time. Then you file them away and eventually forget them... One year later, in this very same courthouse... I, myself, got wrapped up in "that case". Only after that, did Dahlia Hawthorne get put on trial for her crimes. The verdict that was ultimately handed down to her was... "Guilty", of course. Naturally, when the verdict was read, she had a perfect, angelic smile on her face. It was finally all over. At least, that's what I thought at the time. Unfortunately... I couldn't have been more wrong... It's been 5 years, but now something has happened that's made me remember all this. 
Episode 4: TurnaboutBeginningsTHE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Your Honor! What do you think of the witness's statement!?
Judge:
I don't think anything of it. How about you?
Mia:
... I guess I don't think anything of it either...
Judge:
Then we don't have a problem. But we do have a penalty.
Mia:
(If there wasn't a problem, couldn't he just let it slide...?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
I'm sorry, but... I think the only thing out of place here is that pointer finger of yours.
Mia:
... That could very well be...
Judge:
Here, take this penalty and try thinking things through again.
Mia:
(What's the problem!? Pointer fingers are made for pointing!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
This evidence establishes that the defendant is lying, right?
Judge:
Don't ask me to confirm your facts!
Mia:
S-Sorry... This is my first time handling a case...
Judge:
Well, let's make it a memorable occasion... with a penalty.
Mia:
(And here I thought he would go easy on me because I'm new...)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Terry Fawles...
Guilty
Judge:
That is all. This court is adjourned!
Turnabout Big Top
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Episode 3Turnabout Big Top
Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and girls! Welcome to the show! Prepare to witness a man who has mastered the wonder of flight... The World's Greatest Magician... The one... The only... Maximillion Galactica!
December 26, 8:12 PMBerry Big CircusCircus Entrance
Pearl:
Wow... That was like living a dream... I haven't even caught my breath yet.
Maya:
Hehe... That was amazing! Wasn't it Pearly!?
Pearl:
It was great! There was a dancing bear... And a tiger that jumped though* ([sic]) a ring of fire... An elephant who rode a giant ball... Not to mention that guy who flew through the air!
Maya:
Yeah! Max Galactica! He was absolutely fabulous!
Pearl:
Huh? ...What? Max...
Maya:
Max Galactica! The World's Greatest Magician!
Pearl:
A magic-ician?
Maya:
No, a magician.
Pearl:
Umm... Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
Huh? What is it Pearls?
Pearl:
Does magic have anything to do with channeling spirits?
Phoenix:
(I don't think it has anything to do with channeling...) You don't know about magic, do you Pearls?
Pearl:
I'm sorry...
Phoenix:
(I braved the winter cold and took Pearls to see the circus... It's been six months since the incident in Kurain Village... It was during that terrible time that I met Pearls...)
Phoenix:
(It seems like she is starting to get back to normal...)
Maya:
Ahh... It's time to go.
Pearl:
You're right. We can't miss the last train.
Phoenix:
Pearls! You remembered the train!
Pearl:
Of course I did! But I don't really understand what everyone means by "express train".
Maya:
Well, Nick... See you later. I'll come by to help clean the office. It's gotta be spotless for the New Year.
Phoenix:
Don't worry about it. Really.
Pearl:
You are going to visit Mr. Nick on New Year's?
Maya:
Maybe.
Pearl:
I am glad you will get to spend your New Year's with your special someone!
Maya:
P-PEARL!! Look! It's time to go!
Pearl:
Happy New Year Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
("Happy New Year"... I really hope it will turn out that way...)
December 28, 9:12 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
(Well... Today wraps it up for this year... I hope I can finish cleaning this place up in one day.)
Phone:
.............................. ...*beep*...
Phoenix:
...Hello. This is the Wright & Co. Law Offices.
Maya:
Nick!! It's t-t-terrible!!
Phoenix:
Ahh, Maya. Perfect timing... Things are terrible here too!
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
The office is a terrible mess! And I have to clean it up!
Maya:
What are you talking about!?
Phoenix:
Ummm... My dirty office. What are you talking about?
Maya:
Listen Nick! You have to turn on the TV!
Phoenix:
(The TV?)
TV:
...Now let's check in at the scene!
Phoenix:
(Huh? What happened...?)
TV:
...Thank you. We're here at the Berry Big Circus. The Berry Big Circus has become the center of a sensational murder. The scene has created quite a stir among the throngs of excited onlookers!
Phoenix:
The Very... I mean... The Berry Big Circus...
Maya:
That's the circus we went to!! Right!?
Phoenix:
They're saying that there was a... murder.
Maya:
Yeah! They arrested him too!
Phoenix:
A-Arrested who?
Maya:
Max! They arrested Max Galactica!!
Phoenix:
(Maximillion Galactica. Fans call him Max. A popular magician who can fly through the sky at will... Maya said she was a huge fan of Max...)
Maya:
Alright Nick! I'll see you in two hours at the Detention Center.
Phoenix:
Huh? What?
Maya:
See you there. You've still got plenty of time to clean up your office later!
Phoenix:
W-WWWHHHAATTT!?
Phone:
...*beep*...
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. I wouldn't mind dumping some of these off at the used bookstore... But that might not be such a good idea.
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Charley. A quite decorative plant. I wouldn't mind his help cleaning this place up.
Desk
Phoenix:
My desk. Since I don't have time to sit, it's unusually clean...
Movie poster
Phoenix:
A poster of the newest member of the "Steel Samurai" universe. Maya went out and bought it right away. She's a sucker for all things Steel Samurai. I hear they're even giving the new guy his own movie. I just know Maya is going to drag me out to see it with her...
Window
Phoenix:
There is a giant building just outside the window. It's the Gatewater Hotel, a high-class, luxury hotel. Until recently, it had been a normal, business-class hotel.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 28, 11:19 AM
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
December 28, 11:19 AMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
What are they talking about? Why did they arrest Max?
Phoenix:
You're asking the wrong man on that one, Maya. Maybe he used his magical skills to deal death with a slight* ([sic]) of hand...
Maya:
Maximillion Galactica would never do such a thing!!
???:
FABULOUS!! What the young lady just said was absolutely fabulous! What a clever girl! Such a fabulous understanding of events!
Phoenix:
(...What's with all this fabulous talk...)
Max:
Welcome to the Visitor's Room!
Maya:
It's MAX!! Nick!! Look! It's the real Maximillion Galactica!!
Max:
Alright sweetie. Pick a card, any card.
Maya:
H-H-He called me sweetie! *swoon* Nick!!
Max:
Ah ha ha ha... Time's running out sweetie! Pick a card, any card!
Maya:
T-This one...
Max:
Uh-huh. I thought you would pick that one sweetie. The ace of hearts!
Maya:
AHHHH!!! He got it! He got it! NICK! LOOK! HE GOT IT!!
Max:
What can I say sweetie... You've stolen one of my most valued possessions. One of Maximillion Galactica's hearts...
Maya:
Max... *swoon*
Max:
Well... Time to make this an absolutely fabulous time!
Maya:
Max! You should let Nick pick a card!!
Phoenix:
(Eek... I don't want to steal one of his hearts...)
Max:
And you are...? Oh, how silly of me! You must be sweetie's driver!
Phoenix:
Her driver?
Max:
Whatever... Hurry up and pick a card, any card...
Phoenix:
Umm... I want this one.
Max:
So sweetie, let's be honest here... You came to this visitor's room to visit me, didn't you?
Maya:
Y-Yes! I'm your biggest fan!!
Max:
Fabulous! Absolutely fabulous! Thank you so much!!
Phoenix:
Hey... Umm... What about my card?
Max:
Think of it as a souvenir.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Well Nick... I think it's time to get to work.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
What's the matter, Nick? Why are you looking at the ceiling?
Phoenix:
I was just thinking about what I should have for lunch.
Max:
Sweetie... Drop porcupine head over there. Shower me with your attention. OK?
Maya:
Y-Y-Y-Yes...
Max:
Ab-so-lute-ly... FABULOUS!!
Phoenix:
(Absolutely cringe inducing.)
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera. Max keeps sneaking glances up at the security camera on the wall... I wonder if he is still trying to be a star?
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He's so quiet, you could forget he was even there... If he wasn't watching everything. He's pushed up against the wall... Kinda like a magnet on a refrigerator.
Talk
Max Galactica
Maya:
Max, I was hoping you could tell me a little bit more about yourself...
Max:
FABULOUS! I think we should get to know each other better, too! Why don't you come sit next to me?
Maya:
Umm... There's a big piece of security glass between us...
Max:
Oh sweet geebus! What in the world!? If only I could use magic! Then I could make this wall disappear...
Phoenix:
(What is this guy talking about!?) Anyways... Lately, you've become awfully famous, haven't you Max?
Max:
That's Maximillion to you, porcupine head! Get it straight!
Phoenix:
(Jeez, people nowadays... They get their panties all in a bunch over nothing!) Anyway, Maximillion, you won a very prestigious award recently, did you not?
Max:
I did indeed! It was FABULOUS! I won the Magician's Grand Prix, held by the Association of International Magicians. It's an award that recognizes that I am the most fabulouso of fabulous world magicians. There was a trophy, and a bust. It was a fab... I mean it was an amazing day.
Maya:
Wow! That's incredible!
Max:
Isn't it!? I'm certainly the greatest magician in the world!
Phoenix:
(I'm going to guess he didn't win a trophy for most modest magician.)
Berry Big Circus
Maya:
You are signed to an exclusive contract with the Berry Big Circus, correct?
Max:
That's the long and short of it. You sure do your research sweetie! I'm impressed. You just can't watch a magician on TV, you know!? Magic is so fabulous, you have to see it with your own eyes, sweetie!
Maya:
You're right! You're so right!
Max:
However, the circus... It's a dinosaur. A thing of the past. Nowadays, no one even cares about what goes on there.
Maya:
Huh? What do you mean?
Max:
That's why I signed the contract!!
Phoenix:
That's why you signed the contract?
Max:
Thanks to me, the Berry Big Circus is fabulously popular! People come out in droves to catch a glimpse of the magic of Max Galactica! I revived the dinosaur that is the circus! But to me, it was just another magic trick! Isn't it just wonderful, sweetie?
Maya:
Y-Yes...
Max:
I made all the old crusty performances obsolete!
Maya:
But I kinda like the circus performances...
Phoenix:
(Maya looks a bit down...)
What happened
Phoenix:
Tell me what happened at the Berry Big Circus.
Max:
Ahh... Last night. The Ringmaster was murdered.
Maya:
The Ringmaster... You mean Russell Berry?
Max:
Someone smashed him over the head, I hear. He was slumped over on the ground. Even though it was the middle of the night, the police presence was fabulous. The police questioned me at length...
Phoenix: 
Questioned you about what?
Max:
About everything... I was the last one to see the Ringmaster before he was murdered. I saw him that night... In his room.
Maya:
So then why were you arrested?
Max:
Arrested? Don't make an ant hill into a mountain, sweetie. They just wanted to consult with me on the matters... That's all.
Maya:
Nick... I don't think Max understands how serious this is.
Phoenix:
(She's right... I think I should shock him back to reality...)
Meeting with Russell (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
Before the murder, you met with the Ringmaster?
Max:
Uh-huh.
Phoenix:
What did you talk about?
Max:
Things that aren't for your ears.
Phoenix:
Maya. Would you please ask him?
Maya:
What did you talk about with the Ringmaster, Max?
Max:
It was nothing... Small talk really... We were just having a chat about my salary.
Maya:
Salary?
Max:
I am the one bringing in all of the crowds to the circus. I think that I should be compensated as such. You agree, don't you?
Maya:
Y-Yes...
Phoenix:
That's all you talked about?
Max:
Of course! It was a fabulous chat!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Fabulous! Why does he have to keep saying fabulous!?)
Maya:
What's the matter, Nick? You look all bent out of shape.
Meeting with Russell (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Max:
When you make absolutely fabulous magic... It costs enormous sums of money. Sums that will boggle your mind!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Maya:
That's why you went to his room that night...?
Max:
I went to ask him for a fabulous raise.
Phoenix:
(I wonder how people can lie with such a straight face...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Max:
What is that badge? Is it used in a disappearing act?
Phoenix:
I'm not a magician, Max. I'm an attorney.
Max:
An attorney? Then why are you wasting your time talking to me?
Maya:
He isn't wasting his time! Max... You're...
Max:
OK! OK! Relax, sweetie... You're just a little overanxious I think...
Maya:
*whimper*
Maya Fey profile
Max:
So, would you like to come up on stage with me sometime?
Maya:
Re-Really? Is that really OK?
Max:
I'll bring you up on stage as a volunteer from the audience!
Maya:
REALLY!?
Max:
I'll give you something before the show, and then on stage you'll sneak it to me...
Phoenix:
(Wait a second... He's planting her in the audience to rig a magic trick!)
Max Galactica profile
Phoenix:
Do you mind taking a look at this?
Max:
I guess I have no choice... But really, is this the proper time or place for this?
Phoenix:
(He signed his own photo...)
Maya:
Nick... You mind giving that to me when the case is over?
Anything else
Phoenix:
What about this?
Max:
Fabulous!! You'd like me to sign this for you?
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting Attorney's Badge leads to:)
Max:
... Anyways... I've been curious about something for a while now.
Maya:
What's that?
Max:
Why do you keep looking at me with such a sad look on your face, sweetie?
Maya:
Be-Because! You've been arrested! For murder!
Max:
Oh, don't be ignorant. They wouldn't arrest someone like me!!
Phoenix:
Why is that?
Max:
Obviously because I'm the fabulous Maximillion Galactica!
Phoenix:
So?
Max:
I'm the very big star of the Berry Big Circus.
Phoenix:
And that means?
Max:
I'm rich. I'm paid fabulous sums!
Phoenix:
Which means what?
Max:
...
Maya:
Max...
Max:
Quit joking around! You've got to be pulling my magic wand! The police aren't really serious about all this, are they?
Phoenix:
They don't arrest people as a joke.
Max:
...!!
Maya:
Look at Max... He's crushed...
Phoenix:
Well he needed to wake up and smell the coffee. (This is serious business.)
Max:
Umm... Umm...
Phoenix:
Yes?
Max:
Porcu... I mean, Sir. You're a lawyer, right?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm an attorney.
Max:
Please! Help me! I didn't kill nobody!
Maya:
"Didn't kill nobody!?"
Max:
I may be more spoiled than a hog in a hamburger mud pit... But a killer!? That's insane... I... I... I could never...
Maya:
M-Max?
Max:
I swear!! I just wanted to pay off my daddy's debt... He's back on the farm...
Phoenix:
OK... OK... I'll take your case.
Max:
R-Really?
Phoenix:
Really.
Max:
Uh... Thank ya much. Ya'll sure are nice folks.
Maya:
Umm... Max.
Max:
Yes?
Maya:
What's your real name?
Max:
It's Billy Bob Johns...
Maya:
... Ugh...
Phoenix:
What's the matter, Maya?
Maya:
He's really just a country bumpkin!
Phoenix:
...
Max:
...Ahem. I must apologize for not being my absolutely fabulous self just now, sweetie.
Maya:
H-Huh?
Max:
Mr. Attorney.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Max:
A few minutes ago, you took one of my cards, didn't you?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Now that he mentions it... I did take a card.)
Max:
It was the 10 of Hearts. Right?
Phoenix:
(Wha... How'd he... He got it right, again!)
Max:
What can I say? You too... You've stolen some of my most valued possessions. Ten of Maximillion Galactica's hearts...
Phoenix:
(You sure do have a lot of hearts, don't you?)
Max:
Ah ha ha ha... I'm putting my faith in you sweetie.
Phoenix:
(He didn't just call me sweetie, did he?)
Maya:
Alright! Let's make this an absolutely fabulous case! C'mon Nick!
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
December 28
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Circus Entrance
Leads to:
December 28
Berry Big Circus
Circus Entrance
December 28Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Alright... We've got lots of things we have to look into. No time for slacking. Let's get going.
Maya:
OK.
Phoenix:
? What's the matter? You seem down.
Maya:
Maximilion Galactica... Who would have guessed he was country bumpkin?
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
So now what do we do?
Maya:
Huh? There's still lots of things we can do! Go to the scene of the crime, talk to witnesses, gather evidence...
Phoenix:
Yeah. I guess you're right.
Maya:
We still don't even know what happened in the first place.
Any ideas
Maya:
We don't have enough information to make a case yet.
Phoenix:
I could have sworn I've heard that before.
Maya:
Well, we never have enough information!
Phoenix:
Just admit it, you don't have a clue what happened.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
Well... Your badge is still shining. Barely.
Phoenix:
It may be showing a bit of wear, but I try to take good care of this thing.
Maya:
You sure do love to show that off, don't you Nick? Who knows how many times you have shown it to me?
Phoenix:
(She's right... I whip it out at the drop of a hat.)
Maya Fey profile
Maya:
Once you start channeling spirits... They say you lose sight of who you actually are...
Phoenix:
Hmm... Do you really believe that?
Maya:
Not really. But... Just in case, I plan to write my autobiography.
Phoenix:
Your autobiography...?
Max Galactica profile
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
What's the matter? You've been acting strange for a while now.
Maya:
Max... He's just some country bumpkin...
Phoenix:
So? Why does that matter? He's still a famous magician right?
Maya:
I guess. But his real name is... Billy Bob Johns.
Phoenix:
(Yikes! The poor guy's got three first names! I guess that is pretty odd.)
Maya:
Oh well! If a big star can do it, then you should pretend to be exotic too, Nick!
Phoenix:
"A big star..."?
Maya:
Max Galactica is a pretty big name! Anyways, what do you think about Naruhodo A. Wrighto?
Phoenix:
N-N-Na... *cough* Umm... What's the "A" stand for?
Maya:
The "A" stands for "Attorney".
Phoenix:
I'll think about it...
Anything else
Phoenix:
This is kinda pointless don't you think?
Maya:
If it's that pointless, then you don't have to worry about showing it to me.
Phoenix:
(When she's right... She's right.)
December 28Berry Big CircusCircus Entrance
Maya:
We're here again...
Phoenix:
Yep. But this time we are here for work. (It hasn't been that long since the crime, so the police are still on the scene.)
Maya:
Let's find someone who might know something about what happened.
Phoenix:
Sounds like a plan.
Examine
Big Top
Maya:
The Berry Big Top is so... Very... B... *cough* Enormous...
Phoenix:
Yep. One look at the huge tent looming over you and you realize "This is the circus!"
Maya:
I know! I know! It really gets your blood pumping doesn't it!?
Sign
Maya:
Look! Look! It's Max!!
Phoenix:
Even when you don't want to see him... *poof* He's right in front of you. (Sure the sign says "Berry Big Circus"... But looking around... It might as well be Cirque du Galactica...)
Maya:
The stars on his cheek sure are dreamy... How about I draw a star on your cheek Nick? I've got a marker!
Phoenix:
Nah! Nah! It's alright!
Streamers
Phoenix:
Those streamers do a nice job introducing the circus performers.
Maya:
"Maximillion Galactica and his comical comrades!"
Phoenix:
You know... You don't really see too many streamers nowadays, do you?
Maya:
You're right. I haven't seen one in ages. I bet they stopped using them due to little kids climbing up to the top...
Phoenix:
(Umm... I don't think that was why...)
Snack stand
Phoenix:
It's a snack stand. They have hot dogs, hamburgers, and drinks... Not to mention...
Maya:
Candy and popcorn... They've even got snow cones!!
Phoenix:
(Who would eat snow cones in the middle of winter?)
Maya:
Nick... Do you think we can buy some snow cones?
Phoenix:
Look around... There's tons of snow piled up all around here!
Maya:
YAY!! Wait a second... There's no syrup though! I want syrup!
Phoenix:
(Hopefully she doesn't notice that discolored snow in the corner. That's not syrup!)
Entrance
Maya:
Nick... The entrance is right here.
Phoenix:
Maya. The circus is closed today. No clowns. No elephants. No shows.
Maya:
I know that! Nick... You can get your picture taken with Dali the elephant!
Phoenix:
There's no Dali. Not today.
Maya:
I know that too! Oh well... I'll just have to take a picture with whoever I stumble across...
Phoenix:
(*sigh* It's not like we're here on business or anything...)
Box Office
Phoenix:
This is the Box Office where they sell all the tickets for the circus.
Maya:
They also sell programs. I forgot to buy one when we came to the circus last time.
Phoenix:
So then why don't you buy one now?
Maya:
Hmm... Sounds like a plan. Oh no... It looks like I forgot my wallet. ...
Phoenix:
If you want me to buy it for you, just ask me already.
Maya:
You know I'd never do that to you, Nick...
Door
Maya:
Hmm... This door must lead to the lodging house.
Phoenix:
"No Entry To Unauthorized Personnel"
Maya:
Do you really need to say "No Entry" if no one's actually entering? It's almost like a zen riddle, isn't it Nick?
Phoenix:
(I'm not even going to justify that question with a response...)
Maya:
I bet all of the stars stay at that lodging house.
Move
Lodging House - Plaza
Leads to:
December 28
Lodging House
Plaza
Big Top
Leads to:
December 28
Berry Big Circus
Big Top
December 28Lodging HousePlaza
Phoenix:
This seems to be a dorm where all the performers in the circus stay...
Maya:
Really!? So that stoogey clown should be here, huh? He's so kooky!
???:
Ahhh! It's you two!
Maya:
Oh... Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
I always see you hanging around when I'm working a crime scene, pal.
Maya:
You always seem to be working so hard, Detective.
Gumshoe:
I'd rather not be working hard, but with crime you don't make your own hours. If I have to be at the circus anyways, I want to see the lion tamer and the tightrope. However, no matter where I go, the show is always the same... Dead body. Stage left.
Maya:
Nick! Nick! He complained!!
Phoenix:
Heh heh... That's a rarity. Let's get back to business now, OK?
Examine
Tarp
Phoenix:
There's some evidence under the tarp over there...
Gumshoe:
Hey! Watch it, pal! The killer is behind that tarp!!
Maya:
AHHHHH!!
Gumshoe:
Ho! Ho! Ho! Got ya! I was just kidding!
Maya:
GRRR!
Gumshoe:
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Air conditioner
Gumshoe:
This year, I finally won an air conditioner!
Maya:
What!? You didn't have an air conditioner? Did you ride your triceratops to work too?
Phoenix:
And what do you mean you "won" an air conditioner? You didn't buy it?
Gumshoe:
I can't afford one of those things!! But I got lucky and won it as a door prize at the Annual Police Christmas Party!
Maya:
They really pay you peanuts don't they?
Gumshoe:
Peanuts? I don't even get paid enough for peanut butter, let alone peanuts!
Lightpost
Gumshoe:
The safety lights around the circus are kept on all night long. So, they should have been on at the time of the murder...
Phoenix:
(So he's saying the murder took place in the light...?)
Gumshoe:
How strange...
Maya:
How strange indeed... Hmm...
Muddy footprints
Phoenix:
This is the only place that the snow has been trounced upon.
Maya:
The murderer was sloppy leaving all these prints all over!
Gumshoe:
No no no no no... We're the ones who left the prints... An investigation can be a messy thing sometimes.
Maya:
What!?
Gumshoe:
I also slipped and fell in that spot over there. The other detectives all got a good laugh when the prosecutor whipped me. Thank god there was all this snow around to bring down the swelling.
Phoenix:
(It's great to know that the police aren't worried about preserving the evidence...)
Talk
Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix:
Do you know who will be the prosecutor in court tomorrow?
Gumshoe:
Of course. It will be Ms. von Karma.
Phoenix:
Uhhh... She isn't gonna hit me with her whip again, is she?
Gumshoe:
What do you have to worry about? You only have to see her in court! When she shows up at the precinct, the sound of that whip never ends, pal.
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe... That's enough about Von Karma. What about that guy? What is he up to?
Gumshoe:
That guy?
Maya:
What happened to Edgeworth? You know! The Edgeworth that's Nick's rival! What in the world happened when I went back home!?
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth... You haven't heard what happened to him?
Maya:
Nick won't tell me!
Gumshoe:
Well, to be honest... I'm not at liberty to tell you either. Let's just say he's not around anymore.
Maya:
He's not around!?!? Nick! What does he mean Mr. Edgeworth isn't around!?
Phoenix:
Exactly what he said. He's not around. Edgeworth is gone... Don't say his name again, OK?
Maya:
N-Nick?
What happened
Phoenix:
The Ringmaster of the circus was murdered, wasn't he?
Gumshoe:
Yep. Last night around 10 PM. He died outside in the cold. A pretty sad way to go out if you ask me, pal.
Maya:
... It was rather cold.
Gumshoe:
This is the scene of the crime, pal. The body was found right over there. Right about where you are standing now.
Maya:
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Gumshoe:
Ho! Ho! Ho! Surprised you, didn't I?
Maya:
I'm not laughing!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, but do you mind telling me what happened to the victim?
Gumshoe:
He was killed by a blow to the noggin, pal.
Maya:
Yeep!
Gumshoe:
It's pretty clear cut as far as murders go. He was discovered quickly. But...
Phoenix:
But?
Gumshoe:
There's just one thing that doesn't quite fit.
Maya:
Hah! There always seems to be something that doesn't quite fit!!
Something unusual (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
What was this one thing that just didn't quite fit? The thing you mentioned earlier.
Gumshoe:
Footprints, pal. Footprints.
Maya:
Footprints?
Gumshoe:
Look at this picture of the crime scene...
Phoenix:
What's this? This wooden box under the body?
Gumshoe:
No clue, pal. Some forensics experts took it back and are examining it now.
Maya:
And... And... What is so mysterious about the footprints?
Gumshoe:
Whoa. Calm down now. Take a good look at the footprints in this picture.
Phoenix:
The victim's footprints are on the scene.
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal. The problem is...
Maya:
...! The killer's footprints aren't there!!
Gumshoe:
Bingo. Where did the killer come from, and where did the killer run off to? Obviously, there is no way the killer committed this crime while flying.
Phoenix:
A flying... Criminal? (That's when something just clicked in my head...)
Maya:
T-There's no way! Flying is impossible!
Phoenix:
That's right. Flying is impossible! Absolutely impossible! Haha...
Gumshoe:
What's with the hollow laugh, pal?
Phoenix:
I meant nothing by it, pal...
Gumshoe:
...?
Phoenix:
(Better stated, it means I don't want to talk about it. Maybe I can get some info about Max out of him...)
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Eyewitnesses (appears after presenting Max Galactica profile)
Phoenix:
Umm... How about any eyewitnesses...?
Gumshoe:
Ho! Ho! Ho! You know I'm not going to tell you that! That's the prosecution's trump card!!
Phoenix:
Hmm... Oh well...
Gumshoe:
... Oh! I just remembered!!
Phoenix:
What?
Gumshoe:
I forgot to mention that you two are barred from entering that lodging house.
Maya:
...? Why is that?
Gumshoe:
Oh... No reason! Just something I remembered to tell you.
Maya:
It must be because there's an eyewitness inside that Lodging House.
Phoenix:
Let's check it out!
Gumshoe:
Oh no you don't, pal!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Gumshoe:
C'non. You've flashed that badge at me so many times it doesn't work anymore! Why don't you try wearing a different badge every now and again?
Maya:
Well... I do have a Steel Samurai Badge with me. How about that one?
Phoenix:
I'll only wear it if Detective Gumshoe carries a Steel Samurai Police Badge.
Maya:
Then it's a deal! I hear that Detective Gumshoe has that very badge! ...
Gumshoe:
What!? Don't look at me like that!! You're making me nervous!
Maya Fey profile
Gumshoe:
Being a spirit medium is quite an accomplishment... And you're so young too! That's really something!!
Maya:
Actually, I've been thinking of taking a break from channeling.
Phoenix:
Really?
Maya:
I don't want to have another incident like last time.
Max Galactica profile
Gumshoe:
It looks like Max is the most unpopular guy in the circus tent. You know what they say... A bad attitude follows you everywhere...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, he's a bit arrogant, but he didn't seem that bad.)
Maya:
But just because someone has a bad attitude doesn't make them a criminal.
Gumshoe:
It's not just his attitude... I've got proof, pal!
Maya:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
He left something at the scene of the crime! One of his magician's trademarks! An incredibly well-made silk hat.
Maya:
Well it does have very classy decorative elements.
Silk Hat added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
Max uses a cloak, silk hat, and white roses as his signature symbols.
Phoenix:
... Pretty mundane, aren't they?
Maya:
Who cares if they are mundane!? At least they are easy to understand!!
Phoenix:
(I must have hit a nerve...)
Gumshoe:
That's what he said.
Phoenix:
Who said?
Gumshoe:
The eyewitness.
Maya:
Eh!?
Phoenix:
T-Tell us about the eyewitness!!
Dick Gumshoe profile
Gumshoe:
... I'm making a really strange tired looking face here...
Maya:
Hmm... Are you sure you weren't born looking like that?
Gumshoe:
I wish I was more lively... ... Right now, I'm just tired.
Maya:
Well, there's not much you can do about that, so you just gotta keep on being tired!
Gumshoe:
You're right!
Phoenix:
(Glad I stayed out of that one...)
Franziska von Karma profile
Gumshoe:
You're going down this time, pal!
Phoenix:
Oh... Is that right?
Gumshoe:
She's been practicing 100 cracks a day, pal.
Phoenix:
Cracks? Wait... You don't mean cracks of the...
Gumshoe:
Yep. Cracks of the WHIP!
Phoenix:
Uhhh...
Anything else
Gumshoe:
You know I can't tell you two anything about the evidence we have gathered!
Maya:
Stingy!
Gumshoe:
... Stingy!? When you put it so bluntly, it kinda hurts my feelings, pal...
(Talking about "Eyewitnesses" leads to:)
Move
Moe's Room
Leads to:
December 28
Lodging Hall 1st Floor
Moe's Room
December 28Lodging Hall 1st FloorMoe's Room
Phoenix:
This is it?
Maya:
The name tag on the door says "Moe" on it.
Phoenix:
I guess he's not here...
Maya:
Wow... It's a real mess in here!
Phoenix:
(My room's probably worse though...)
Maya:
Oh well... I give up. We'll have to come back later.
Examine
Costumes
Phoenix:
All those clown costumes lined up like that... I dunno about you, but it's creepy.
Maya:
Look at the collection he's got! It's incredible!
Phoenix:
It must be a collection of clown costumes from around the world.
Maya:
Oh! I almost forgot!
Phoenix:
What is it now? (She better not want me to try one of those on!)
Maya:
I was thinking of starting a costume collection myself! I'll call it "World Spirit Channels"... We can display it in our office!
Phoenix:
In OUR office!? As soon as you start paying the bills, you can say that.
Broken ceiling
Phoenix:
Look at the ceiling... It looks like someone punched a hole in it!
Maya:
You're right. I wonder what happened?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I don't even want to imagine what goes on in here.)
Carrots
Maya:
What the!? There's a string of carrots here!
Phoenix:
How strange. The carrots seem to come in all different shapes... Weird... I can't tell if Moe just likes carrots, or if he is using them for some sort of gag.
Window
Maya:
Nick, you can see the scene of the crime from here.
Phoenix:
(You can even tell that the ground has been disturbed...)
Maya:
It's right in front of this window, about 30 feet away.
Phoenix:
(I guess it wouldn't have been strange for someone to have seen the crime from here.)
Pajamas
Phoenix:
Moe's got an excellent pair of pajamas... Laid on his bed in an excellent manner.
Maya:
What? Those are pajamas? You mean he goes to bed dressed as a clown? Eww...
Desk
Phoenix:
Moe seems to be a voracious reader. Look at all the hard books he has here. "Clowns for Dummies", "The Joke's On You", "Treat Your Peons Right", And the classic "Funny Jokes Are Funny."
Maya:
Wow. Moe is very studious.
Phoenix:
"The Joke's On You"... Huh?
Clown equipment
Maya:
Tee hee... Clown equipment is so funny looking!
Phoenix:
He's got a balancing ball, a unicycle... He's even got a trampoline!! ... But they're all broken.
Maya:
Maybe he was just a little too excited during practice?
Phoenix:
(Who knows with that guy. Maybe that's part of the gag?)
Shoes
Maya:
Awesome! Look at these shoes! They're great!
Phoenix:
Forget the shoes! Check out the great gag banana peel!
Maya:
You sure it wasn't Moe's snack after lunch?
Phoenix:
(Are you blind? Look at how many scratches there are from people slipping on it!!)
December 28Berry Big CircusBig Top
Phoenix:
The circus stage sure doesn't look this small from out in the audience...
Maya:
Wow... This is where they all perform, isn't it? Nick! Do some somersaults!
Phoenix:
I'm not doing any somersaults.
Maya:
Why not!? You look like you'd be great at it!
Phoenix:
(Why do I look like I'd be great at somersaults!?)
???:
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
Maya:
Huh? Nick?
Phoenix:
It wasn't me.
???:
Grrrrrrrrrrr... Grawwwwwww!!
Maya:
T-T-T-T-T-T-T... TIGER!!
Phoenix:
H-H-H-He's c-c-coming this way!!
???:
Grrrrrrrrr... Grawwwwwww!!
Phoenix:
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Maya:
Nick! You're too young to die! NICK!!
???:
STAY! STAY! HEEL!
???:
Grrrrrrrrr...
Phoenix:
(I'm still here... I'm not dead, yet!!)
Maya:
N-Nick! Nick! Are you OK?
???:
Ahahaha! Scared ya didn't I? Regent is such a cute tiger! Isn't he!?
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
...
???:
What's the matter? You two sure are quiet.
Maya:
Don't "What's the matter?" me! N-Nick... He almost died there!!
???:
Hah! He wasn't anywhere close to getting hurt, let alone dying! This little tiger hardly ever bites people. And besides, people normally never get to play with a wild tiger, right? So if you think about it, you're actually really lucky!
Phoenix:
Huh!?
???:
You agree, don't you?
Phoenix:
... I guess...
Maya:
W-W-W-What do you mean you guess!? Why are you agreeing with her?
???:
Woohoo!! Your costume...
Maya:
Eh?
???:
It's cute. I wanna try it on!!
Maya:
C-Costume? You mean my clothes...?
???:
You don't mind letting me try it on, right?
Maya:
Uhh... I guess not...
???:
REALLY!? Hehehehehe!! You're the best!
Phoenix:
(Wow... The tables turned quickly on that one. So much for the tiger thing...)
???:
Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Regina Berry... The renowned animal tamer of the Berry Big Circus!
Maya:
My name's Maya Fey. I'm a spirit medium.
Phoenix:
Phoenix Wright. Attorney at law. (When you put us up next to an animal tamer, I bet we really look odd!)
Regina:
Nice to meet ya!
Phoenix:
Uhh... Likewise...
Examine
Audience
Maya:
The seats are kinda far away don't you think?
Phoenix:
They are, but it also means that lots of people can fit in the big top.
Regina:
He's right. We can fit 500 people into a show.
Maya:
Five hundred... That's amazing.
Regina:
Flying around above that many people is a "real rush". At least that's what Max said.
(Step)ladder
Maya:
Ah, a ladder.
Phoenix:
It's just a stepladder.
Maya:
What's the difference? They do the same thing, right? I think you should stick with the basic facts of the matter.
Phoenix:
Oh... Uh... OK. (It's not even worth arguing with her on this one.)
Lion
Maya:
Look! That's where Max comes out during the show!!
Phoenix:
I've got to admit, that was a pretty cool effect!
Regina:
We're planning for me to start coming out of the lion during the show.
Phoenix:
That's great Regina!
Regina:
Yeah. I will ride on Regent's back and jump out of the lion's mouth.
Maya:
I wanna try it too! I'll ride on Nick's back and jump out of the lion's mouth!
Phoenix:
(Sometimes I wonder about this girl...)
Boxes
Phoenix:
There doesn't seem to be anything here that can help us... Not a single clue.
Maya:
You know I've been meaning to ask you... What exactly do you mean when you say "clue"? What are you looking for?
Phoenix:
... A bloody chainsaw for instance...
Maya:
Well there's definitely not one of those here...
Rope
Maya:
Hey! It's a rope!
Phoenix:
Probably for tightrope walking...
Maya:
That's a bit strange... There weren't any tightrope walkers in the show when we saw it.
Spotlights
Maya:
Whoa! Those lights are huge!
Regina:
I love lights!! Whenever I appear under the spotlight, everyone claps for me!
Maya:
That's because everyone knows that you're cute!
Regina:
No... I'm not cute. You're cute!
Maya:
Me!?
Regina:
Of course! I'm sure you'd make an incredible heroine!
Maya:
Really!? You think so!? Nick! Did you hear that!? Me!! A heroine!! What about Nick, Regina?
Regina:
... Hmm... Nick...
Maya:
He's no hero, is he?
Phoenix:
(Ouch... Thanks a lot Maya!)
Talk
What happened
Maya:
Hey Regina... What do you know about what happened last night?
Regina:
You mean the murder...?
Phoenix:
Uh huh.
Regina:
My dad was murdered.
Phoenix:
I can't imagine how hard this must be for you... (Urk! That was insensitive!)
Maya:
That's right! The Ringmaster was your...
Regina:
Yep. The Ringmaster was my dad.
Maya:
I'm so sorry about what happened to him...
Regina:
Why do you say you're sorry?
Maya:
Eh?
Regina:
Anyways... Everyone was here practicing last night.
Phoenix:
Even your dad?
Regina:
Yes. Everyone was here. We finished up around 10 PM. After that, everyone went off on their own. I was the only one who stayed around here.
Maya:
Why did you do that?
Regina:
I was playing with Regent.
Phoenix:
(Regent... So she was with that beast...)
Regina:
That's when the police showed up. When they took me to check things out, Dad was dead.
Phoenix:
(For someone who's* ([sic]) father was just murdered, she seems awfully perky... I wish she would tell us more about her dad...)
Regina
Maya:
That's incredible that you are an animal tamer!
Regina:
If you say so...
Maya:
It has to be really scary!
Regina:
Scary? Why?
Maya:
Huh?
Regina:
Regent isn't scary! He's cute! Ever since Léon died, Regent has been my best friend.
Phoenix:
Léon?
Regina:
Yes. Léon the lion.
Phoenix:
(Léon the lion... Regent and Regina... Interesting name choices...)
Maya:
Léon... He died?
Regina:
Yes. Actually he was killed. My dad killed him.
Phoenix:
What!?
Maya:
Why did he do that?
Regina:
I'm not sure why he did it.
Phoenix:
(It's tough not to get charmed when she looks at you with those innocent eyes...)
"What's on your mind?" (appears after presenting Max Galactica profile)
Maya:
Regina... What's the matter? What's on your mind?
Regina:
*giggle* I'll tell you Maya... But just you.
Phoenix:
Ah!
Regina:
Umm... Well... *mumble* *mumble*
Maya:
What!? REALLY!?!?
Regina:
And then... *mumble* *mumble*
Maya:
Oh my! That's incredible Regina!!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
C'mon Nick. There's no reason to pout!
Phoenix:
Don't worry about me...
Maya:
Regina told me that someone professed their love to her!
Phoenix:
P-P-P-Professed their love!?
Maya:
Not only that! It was Maximillion Galactica!
Phoenix:
(I wonder how many people have stolen one of his hearts anyways...?)
Maya:
And then, on the exact same day, another person professed their love for her as well!!
Phoenix:
What? Who was it!?
Maya:
Someone named Trilo.
Phoenix:
Trilo...?
Maya:
Apparently he is a tenor who sings in the circus.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Haven't met him yet.)
Maya:
Regina seems to be quite the hit with the men in the circus!
Phoenix:
She must have some sort of strange power over them!
Maya:
You're not kidding. Two people in one day! Even I want to profess my love for her!
Phoenix:
(Me too! She's so cute...)
Regina:
*giggle*
Present
Silk Hat
Regina:
This silk hat is Max's.
Phoenix:
That's right.
Regina:
It's beautiful isn't it? I thought up the idea for wearing the hat.
Maya:
Huh? Really?
Regina:
Yep. He took my sketch to the hat shop... And they made a custom hat for him based off the sketch. There is only one of these silk hats in the entire world! Isn't that cool?
Maya Fey profile
Regina:
Maya... You're a spirit channeler?
Maya:
Yep! I'm still training though.
Regina:
That sounds like fun! I think you should join us at the circus!
Maya:
Huh? As a spirit channeler?
Regina:
Yeah! You'd be a big hit!
Maya:
Really!? She says I'd be a big hit!
Phoenix:
(I think she's just being nice.)
Max Galactica profile
Regina:
It's Max!! Hey... Where is Max now anyways?
Phoenix:
Y-You don't know?
Regina:
Nope.
Phoenix:
He's been arrested. He was charged with the murder of your father.
Maya:
It's OK! Nick and I will help him!
Regina:
Max isn't the guy is he? I mean... The criminal?
Phoenix:
Of course he's not!
Regina:
I'm worried about so many things right now...
Maya:
Hmm... Like what?
Regina:
*giggle*
Franziska von Karma profile
Regina:
Cool! This lady's got a whip! She's an animal tamer, huh?
Maya:
Hmm... Sort of...
Phoenix:
(Two women with whips... That's my cue to shut up and act like a good boy...)
Regina Berry profile
Regina:
Alright! I look so cute in this picture! Don't you think I look cute? Don't ya? Don't ya?
Maya:
You sure do!
Phoenix:
No objections here!
Russell Berry profile
Regina:
After practice was over, Dad went right back to his room.
Maya:
His room?
Regina:
Yes. That door right over there leads to the Ringmaster's room.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Regina:
I dunno why, but he went off to his room in a hurry. I wonder what happened?
Phoenix:
(The Ringmaster's room... It's probably a good idea to check it out for myself.)
Any other evidence
Phoenix:
What about this? What can you tell me?
Regina:
Umm... I'm not really good at figuring out hard things.
Maya:
Really? You too? I understand exactly what you mean...
Phoenix:
(I never expected Maya to make a new friend in a strange place like this...)
Any other profiles
Phoenix:
What do you think about this person?
Regina:
Sorry...
Phoenix:
Sorry?
Regina:
I've already given my heart to another man. So I'm not interested in enrolling in your dating service.
Phoenix:
Huh? I just wanted to know if you knew this person.
Move
(Talking about "Eyewitness" and ""What's on your mind?"" leads to:)
Circus Entrance
Leads to:
December 28
Berry Big Circus
Circus Entrance
(Presenting Russell Berry profile leads to:)
Big Top - Ringmaster's Room
Leads to:
December 28
Big Top
Ringmaster's Room
Detention Center
Present
Silk Hat
Max:
Ahh! This is my silk hat! It's the only one of its kind in the world. It's one of my most prized possessions. This silk hat proves that I was somewhere else... Where did they find this? Huh, sweetie?
Phoenix:
They found it at the murder scene.
Max:
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I... I... I don't know nothing about nothing!
Maya:
Eww... Max is so pathetic like this...
Phoenix:
(Max must be really confused...)
Crime Photo
Max:
That's... That's the Ringmaster. ... It's a shame what happened... He was going to be like a father to me...
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Regina Berry profile
Max:
Ahhh... My sweetie pie. She must be really lonely with me all cooped up in here.
Phoenix:
(Actually, she was laughing and rolling around with her tiger...)
Max:
She is my special someone. And I am her special someone.
Maya:
Uh-huh... Very complex...
Any other profiles
Phoenix:
What about this person?
Max:
Unfortunately I don't take on apprentices. I mean, just look at the face on this one... It's not what I'd call fabulous.
Phoenix:
(That's awfully harsh...)
Circus Entrance
(Talking about "Something unusual" and "Eyewitness", visiting Big Top leads to:)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 28
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
December 28Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
... Max isn't here.
Phoenix:
He must be in questioning.
Maya:
Aww... I wanted to see a magic trick.
Phoenix:
He should be back in a little bit.
Maya:
I guess so.
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera.
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. I wonder if he is bored? He doesn't even try to glance over this way...
Lodging House - Plaza
Present
Any other profile
Gumshoe:
I've gotten affidavits from most of the performers at this circus. They are certainly a strange bunch of characters.
Maya:
You don't say?
Gumshoe:
Well, not stranger than you I suppose.
Maya:
... That was cold...
Gumshoe:
I-I'm sorry. I was just messing around.
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Silk Hat
Maya:
This silk hat really does look like it can fly!!
Phoenix:
It does have a feather on it. Maybe that's why you think it can take off.
Maya:
You're right! Nick, I bet you could wear a hat like this! This is like one of those hats a famous detective would wear!
Phoenix:
Yeah... I guess so...
Maya:
But... With a head as big as yours, you'd probably bust a hole in the* ([sic]) it!
Dick Gumshoe profile
Phoenix:
No matter what the crime, we always meet the same detective at the scene.
Maya:
Sometimes it seems like he's the only detective on the force. That would make Gumshoe really elite, wouldn't it?
Phoenix:
(Something tells me that no matter how you look at it, he's anything but elite...)
Franziska von Karma profile
Maya:
You know, if she wasn't so mean, I think she and I would get along...
Phoenix:
Yeah, but that's the problem... She is so mean. And that whip... That thing hurts. It really hurts.
Maya:
It is kinda cool though. I wouldn't mind having a whip myself. I bet that cracking the whip on you once or twice would be just what the doctor ordered!
Phoenix:
W-Why me!? W-What did I do!?
Regina Berry profile
Maya:
Regina is sooo cute!
Phoenix:
I have to admit that her smile does have a sort of hypnotic power.
Maya:
Can you believe that she's an animal tamer? That's sooo cool! I'd like to try animal taming someday. Nick! Nick! Lie down! Roll over!!
Phoenix:
Once this case is solved, I'll roll over for you as many times as you want!
Maya:
YAY!!! Remember, you promised, Nick!
Russell Berry profile
Maya:
Everyone loved the Ringmaster...
Phoenix:
So I'm told. Why would anyone want to kill such a beloved man of the big top?
Maya:
Motive will surely be a point of contention tomorrow in court.
Phoenix:
(You can count on that...)
December 28Big TopRingmaster's Room
Maya:
This was the Ringmaster's room?
Phoenix:
Yes. This room belonged to the victim. Which means this must be where Max met the Ringmaster last night.
Maya:
Now that you mention it, that is what he said.
Phoenix:
I wonder what... Hmm... That's an intresting* ([sic]) poster.
Maya:
Ah! It's a poster of Max! I want it! I want it! Nick! I want it!
Phoenix:
I wanna get outta here...
Examine
Photos
Maya:
Nick... Look at all the photos lined up on the wall...
Phoenix:
It's like a guided tour of the circus' history.
Maya:
This is so cool! It seems like there were so many happy memories. Maybe we should do this sort of thing at our office? Wa can put up pictures of all the clients who have been found not guilty.
Phoenix:
What about the clients who were found guilty?
Maya:
Umm... We'll just pretend like they don't exist. How's that? ... Nick! Now you've got me thinking about losing cases! Why'd you do that!?
Frames
Maya:
All of these frames look the same.
Phoenix:
They almost look like... Thank You cards. It looks like every year the Ringmaster made donations to charity... To the Robot Clown Research Center...
Maya:
... You're kidding right?
Phoenix:
What!? They may be a perfectly reputable charity in the field of advanced tomfoolery!
Trophy case
Maya:
Nick! Look at all the cute trophies!!
Phoenix:
Indeed. Just look at all the awards this circus has won...
Maya:
Like... "All County Quiz Champions"... "Ringmaster's Association Mini Golf Master"... "Beer Belly Balloon Bounce Champ"... "Pet Grooming Grand Prix"... Wow. The Ringmaster was multi-talented in ways I could have never imagined...
Posters
Maya:
There's a lot of posters here don't you think?
Phoenix:
There are indeed.
Maya:
So many posters that they aren't likely to miss one, are they?
Phoenix:
Maya... We're supposed to be the honest ones around here.
Maya:
But... But... You didn't even notice that I took one!
Phoenix:
(Arghhh... She already swiped one!)
Maya:
Heh! Heh!
Phoenix:
You're incorrigible, you know that?
Max G. Promo Poster added to the Court Record.
Posters (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Look at all the stars on this poster... This must have been the poster they used to promote their public appearances.
Maya:
Posters are the way to go aren't they?
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Maya:
We should make posters to promote our law firm. "Spine tingling legal action! Mind numbing legalese! You will say 'wow'!" Or perhaps, "Hold it! Don't miss out on a stunning life or death courtroom thrill ride!"
Phoenix:
With those taglines, our law firm would sink faster than the Titanic...
Tailcoat
Maya:
You may not know this, but they call this a "tailcoat".
Phoenix:
And they call this "the face of someone who already knew that..." Hmm...
Maya:
What?
Phoenix:
A scrap of white paper is sticking out of the coat pocket.
Maya:
Huh? Where? Where?
Phoenix:
Calm down, Maya. You can't just go rummaging through people's coats!
Maya:
Ahhh... You always make me feel like I'm doing something wrong...
Vanity mirror
Maya:
This is where the Ringmaster applied his makeup.
Phoenix:
It's quite a collection of the most understated colors. Shocking Pink for example.
Maya:
This one says it is "100% All Natural Organic Mascara."
Phoenix:
And this one says "Sensitive enough for a baby, strong enough for a mime."
Maya:
The Ringmaster must have been really concerned about skin care... Very metrosexual.
Desk
Maya:
This is strange... Everything else looks nice, but this desk looks old and cheap.
Phoenix:
There's a really big photo on the desk... It's a picture of Regina and her father, the Ringmaster.
Maya:
He really loved her didn't he? Regina was lucky to have such a wonderful father.
Table
Phoenix:
It's a table for guests... There are some papers scattered on top.
Maya:
Ah! Look at this! Max's salary is written on this piece of paper. YIKES!
Phoenix:
W-What is it?
Maya:
I didn't know a magician... This salary is incredible!
Phoenix:
(She looks like she's about ready to pass out from shock...) How much is it!? How much is it!? T-T-THAT MUCH!?
Maya:
Incredible, huh?
Phoenix:
You can say that again. (This must be the paper they used to negotiate Max's salary... The Ringmaster signed and dated it...)
Maya:
What's the matter, Nick?
Phoenix:
Max definitely got a raise... But this document is dated a week ago!
Ringmaster's Papers added to the Court Record.
Table (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
This was the table he used when visitors came to see him.
Maya:
Eww... There's mud caked on the table.
Phoenix:
Someone with terrible manners must have put their shoes up on the table!
Maya:
Nick! Don't even think about it!
Phoenix:
I wasn't! How uncouth do you think I am anyway?
December 28Berry Big CircusCircus Entrance
Maya:
Huh? Hey Nick! Look over there!
Phoenix:
What?
Maya:
There's someone over there! Ex-Excuse me!
???:
...
Phoenix:
Hello.
???:
...
Maya:
Wow! He sure is a quiet one! Excuse me!!
???:
Wha... Ha... Huh? M-Me?
Phoenix:
Yes. You work at the circus don't you?
???:
N-No. I'm just your everyday average Joe.
Maya:
An average Joe who just happens to hang out at the circus? I don't think so.
???:
Y-Yes I am. I've got nothing to do with what's going on here.
Phoenix:
(He's lying. Like any regular person would hang around the circus... Dressed like that!) I'm an attorney. My name is Phoenix Wright.
Maya:
I'm a spirit medium. My name is Maya.
???:
Well... I... Um... Just happened to be... Umm... Passing by...
Phoenix:
I don't suppose you happen to be some kind of carny?
???:
Not a c-c-carny... I-I'm a p-performer. Actually, I'm a v-v-v-ventriloquist.
Maya:
Ventriloquist?
???:
He-he-he-he-he-he-he... I-I-I'm Benjamin Wo-Wo-Wo-Woodman...
Maya:
You're* ([sic]) last name is Woodman? *snicker*
???:
Y-Yes... T-T-That's right... But e-everyone c-c-calls me B-B-B-B-B-Ben.
Maya:
Ah... Yes yes yes... That's your alias, right?
Phoenix:
I believe they call it a stage name.
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Ben?
Ben:
Uh... Yes? You mean... Me?
Phoenix:
About the murder. I'd like to talk to you about the details, if I may.
Ben:
R-Really... I'm just a regular normal guy... I don't k-k-now... A-a-a-a...
Phoenix:
(This guy's so nervous, he's creeping me out.)
Maya:
Nick. Cheer up! Just try and smile!
Max Galactica
Maya:
Would you mind telling us something about Max? Maximillion Galactica. 
Ben:
Ma-Ma-Ma-Max? H-H-H-He's... N-N-N-Not... V-Very... N-N-Nice.
Phoenix:
(Did he just say that Max is "Not Very Nice"?)
Ben:
O... O... O... Oww... My... H-H-Head... Hurts.
Phoenix:
(Yikes. I hope he is OK. It sounds like he just popped a gasket...)
Ventriloquism
Maya:
Ben, so you're a ventriloquist?
Ben:
I-I-I-I'm... J-J-J-Just A-A... R-R-R-Regular... G-G-Guy...
Phoenix:
You already told us that you were a ventriloquist!!
Ben:
Oh... Y-Y-Yes...
Maya:
Nick! Don't yell at him! You can't do that!!
Phoenix:
I can't help it! He's making me nervous!!
Maya:
Ben, do you mind showing me some of your skills as a ventriloquist?
Ben:
W-W-Well... I-I-I... R-R-R-Right... N-N-Now... M-M-My... P-P-P...
Phoenix:
A-A-A-A-Ah... I-I-I-I-I W-W-W-W-Why... (Urk!! He's contagious!!)
Present
Anything
Maya:
Would you mind taking a look at this?
Ben:
Um... Umm... Uh... I-I-I-I...
Maya:
... I guess we won't need you to look at this after all.
Big Top
Present
Ben profile
Regina:
Ahh, that guy. His name is Ben, right?
Maya:
Huh? You don't know him?
Regina:
I dunno... He didn't really catch my eye. He's friends with Trilo right?
Phoenix:
(Wait... We're the ones asking the questions around here...)
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Max G. Promo Poster
Maya:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
What's the matter, Maya?
Maya:
Which poster is cooler? This one or the Steel Samurai poster?
Phoenix:
I'm not a big fan of either one of them.
Maya:
I guess putting a poster of a magician in a law office is kinda strange.
Phoenix:
(No stranger than a poster of a hunk of junk carrying around a spear!)
Ringmaster's Papers
Maya:
Looking at this really makes you think.
Phoenix:
Like what?
Maya:
No matter how great a medium I become, there is no way I could make this kind of money.
Phoenix:
So it's money you're after?
Maya:
You only live once, right? Well, then you might as well live it fabulously!
Ben profile
Maya:
Being a ventriloquist sounds like an interesting job.
Phoenix:
I bet it's fun once you get good at it.
Maya:
Maybe I should give it a try then! Here I go! "Hello e-e-everyone... I-I-I'm Phoenix Wright." "No matter what the lie or who the liar, I'll expose them for what they are!" What's the verdict?
Phoenix:
You might want to practice not moving your lips so much.
Maya:
Y-Yeah... Maybe I should sign up for some expert training.
Phoenix:
(Don't you have another type of training to attend to, young lady...?)
Lodging House - Plaza
(Talking about "Something unusual" and meeting Ben leads to:)
Move
Moe's Room
Leads to:
December 28
Lodging Hall 1st Floor
Moe's Room
December 28Lodging Hall 1st FloorMoe's Room
Maya:
Hello...?
???:
KABLAMMO! CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'RE THE BIG WEINER! The one millionth visitor to the room of one Mr. Moe Curls, AKA ME!!
Phoenix:
(Earplugs... Must... Find... Earplugs...)
Moe:
To celebrate this momentous occasion, would you care for an organic grape? Just one! Did you get my joke right there!? Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Phoenix:
...
Moe:
I welched on giving you more than one!!
Phoenix:
Umm...
Moe:
No no no! If it was funny, it is your duty as a human being to laugh!! People who don't laugh are usually last-seen in Lan-sing. Catch my drift? Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Phoenix:
Umm... Maya?
Maya:
Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Phoenix:
(This is like some Faustian nightmare...)
Maya:
C'mon! It was funny! Clowns are always funny in my book!
Phoenix:
In my book, they're just funny lookin'.
Moe:
You sure do have a great taste in clothes girlie! Look at that garb! You look just like Gretta Garb... OH! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Phoenix:
*sigh* I'm goin' home...
Maya:
No! Nick! You can't!!
Phoenix:
You know, I can excuse a bad joke or two... But this stooge keeps laughing at his own jokes! That's what I object to!
Maya:
OK OK... I get it. But you have to admit he is kinda funny...
Phoenix:
(Argghhh... No, I do not have to admit that, because he isn't!)
Moe:
Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Examine
Costumes
Moe:
I look awfully snazzy in these costumes.
Maya:
Umm... Did you just use the word "snazzy" in a sentence?
Moe:
I sure did. These are haute couture from the best international clown designers. At least, that's what they said on the TV shopping channel I use... I like having a big collection so I can match my costume to my mood... And my carrot.
Maya:
Hehe...
Moe:
You know, I only own one T-shirt. The rest are all clown costumes!
Phoenix:
(Snazzy dresser!? More like spazzy dresser if you ask me!)
Broken ceiling
Maya:
There's a hole in the ceiling... Why is there a hole in the ceiling?
Moe:
Well... Umm... I was riding a pogo stick, and I guess I just overdid it a little...
Maya:
"Overdid it a little"...?
Moe:
What can I say, sometimes things get a bit crazy in one's college days...
Maya:
Huh?
Carrots
Moe:
Carrots are one of my trademark props.
Maya:
Yep! I saw you use them! You must believe in a carrot and no stick approach. You put the carrot out in front for motivation, but I guess the trick is gauging what flavor you want each day...
Moe:
Exactly! You were really paying attention, weren't you!? You know, I eat about 5 of those carrots every single day. If you eat that many, you've gotta change up the taste every now and again.
Phoenix:
(I didn't understand any of that, nor do I ever want to.)
Pajamas
Phoenix:
Moe, you've got quite the collection of pajamas... They really scream out to you.
Moe:
You think they're loud, huh? I kinda thought they were refined... You know, a bit too adult for me to use on stage... That's why I used them as pajamas.
Phoenix:
(Wait a second... He sleeps in clown costumes!?)
Desk
Moe:
Take a look at my desk. Aren't I the most studious clown you've ever seen? Every free moment I have, I spend it studying or reading.
Phoenix:
The classic "Pull My Finger" or "Clown Car Maintenance and Repair".. Not to mention the bestseller "Jean-Luc de Laduc's Guide To Obnoxious French Pierrots"...
Maya:
Umm... They all seem to cover rather basic topics though...
Phoenix:
Maybe he is just trying to cover all of his bases?
Moe:
Exactly! I want to be a renaissance clown!
Phoenix:
(Too bad he didn't buy "How To Be A Funny Clown"...)
Clown equipment
Moe:
Us clowns really take our work seriously. I try to hone my craft day and night, with the latest in jester technology. Unicycles. Trampolines. Balancing Balls. Accordions.
Phoenix:
It looks like you've put quite a bit of wear and tear on that equipment...
Moe:
Well... The theme of my act as a clown is... "How many ways can a fat funny guy fall down?" I don't care what I break or how I break it, as long as it ends with me on my bum!! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Shoes
Maya:
What's this? A banana peel? *slips*
Moe:
Oh my! Oh my! What a wonderful fall girlie! You should remember that when you see a banana peel, get ready to fall down! That is one of the basic tenants of clownsmanship.
Maya:
Ow ow ow ow ow...
Moe:
Every night, I fall down 100 times to practice the proper banana peel breakfall. WHOA! *slip* WHOA! *slip* WHOA! *slip*
Maya:
Wow. He really is a pro, huh Nick!? His falls are totally different than my slip!
Talk
Berry Big Circus
Maya:
Could you please tell us more about the Berry Big Circus?
Moe:
It's a Berry Big story... You sure you got that kind of time?
Phoenix:
(And the hits just keep on comin'... *sigh*)
Moe:
This circus has been in business for 20 years. We all performed under the guidance of the Ringmaster, Russell Berry.
Maya:
Twenty years!? Wow!
Moe:
Working in the circus is never easy, especially nowadays... With movies, TV, and bowling, there is just too much competition.
Maya:
But... But... I LOVE THE CIRCUS!
Moe:
I love it too... That is why I've been here for 20 years. We work hard to keep the show running. No one sends in the clowns on us!
Maya:
Nick! He just made a joke! Laugh!!
Phoenix:
Har! Har! Har! Har! Har! Har!
Moe:
The Ringmaster was a real big shot in the circus world. A real class act. Even when there were no customers, Russell would use his own money to pay me. Because he knew that I had a family to care for... He was happy to take care of his employees.
Maya:
I see...
Moe:
How could anyone do that to such a wonderful man...!?
What happened
Phoenix:
Moe...
Moe:
Wiggidty-wiggidty-wiggidty WHAT?
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Maya:
I'm sorry Moe. Nick was born without a sense of humor.
Moe:
Don't worry about it... How can you fault someone for being born that way?
Phoenix:
Let's talk about the murder.
Moe:
Ahh... Let's see... It must've taken place around 10 PM last night. After rehearsals were finished, I was tuckered out, so I came back here. After I went to bed... That's when I caught a peek of it...
Maya:
"Caught a peek...?"
Moe:
Of the crime.
Phoenix:
(So this is what Detective Gumshoe was talking about... Moe was the eyewitness to the crime!)
Russell Berry (appears after Berry Big Circus)
Moe:
The Ringmaster was truly ahead of his time. He would always add new elements to the show.
Maya:
New elements...?
Moe:
When you've been a performer for a long time, your act starts getting a bit stale.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Moe:
I realize that even my act can get a bit long in the tooth... Sometimes my jokes can be a bit... Umm... Old-fashion.
Phoenix:
"A bit long in the tooth?"
Moe:
But that make-believer takes things too far!!
Maya:
Make-believer?
Moe:
The magician!! The one that thinks he's all high and mighty!! He had the gall to say to me, "You're one of those funny types, right?" What does he mean "one of those"!? Well the joke's on him now...
Phoenix:
On him...?
Moe:
Yep! He got on everyone's nerves!! The day of the murder... ...
Phoenix:
Go ahead.
Moe:
Nope. No way! Just forget I said anything!
Phoenix:
(I bet he's still hiding something about Max...)
What you witnessed (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
You say you saw the crime. Do you mind telling me what you saw?
Moe:
Well, the police told me that I can't share my story with others. "Don't say a word!!" I'm just gonna have to let these lips stay zipped!
Maya:
That's not fair!
Moe:
I guess you're right... Maybe I can tell you a few details. But only if you can get old stiff lips here to make with the funny...!
Phoenix:
Stiff lips? Wait... Do you mean me?
Maya:
Nick! You can do it!!
Phoenix:
*achem* *achem*
Moe:
What's the matter?
Phoenix:
Just getting ready. OK... Do you know why I, Phoenix Wright, am a great lawyer? Because I'm Wright all the time!!
Maya:
...
Moe:
...
Maya:
At least his expectations are low.
Moe:
I wouldn't let him quit his day job.
Phoenix:
(Geesh, cut a guy some slack. At least it was funnier than Chuckles over here.)
Moe:
It wasn't the greatest joke I've heard, but you did try, so I'll tell you what I saw.
Maya:
I'm sorry he's incapable of being funny, Moe.
Moe:
That night... Once I had tucked myself into bed, I heard this amazing noise. It was incredibly loud. It sounded like a giant "THUMP"! Once I heard it, I jumped out of bed. That's when I saw... Without question. Without a doubt. It was that magician!!
Moe:
That's all I saw... But it just proves how terrible that man actually is!
Phoenix:
(He knows more about Max than he is letting on...)
Present
Crime Photo
Moe:
RUSSELL!! How could anyone do this to you... I... I... *sobs*
Maya:
Moe's taking this really hard...
Silk Hat
Moe:
It's that uppity faker's uppity top hat! They found this at the scene of the crime, didn't they?
Phoenix:
That's what I've been told...
Moe:
Unbelievable. That jerk killed the Ringmaster!
Maya:
It really is a shame what happened to the Ringmaster, huh Moe?
Phoenix:
It seems that the Ringmaster was truly a great man...
Max Galactica profile
Moe:
Hmph! If he thinks he can kill the Ringmaster, it's only just that he should die too!
Maya:
Moe!!
Moe:
Sorry. I crossed the line. But he truly is a disgusting human being.
Maya:
Why do you hate him so much?
Moe:
Let me tell you this one story... The morning before the murder, something terrible happened. Max clonked Ben right over the head, as hard as he could.
Phoenix:
Ben? (The ventriloquist with the speech impediment?)
Moe:
You should go to the cafeteria and investigate for yourselves.
Maya:
The cafeteria?
Moe:
Let's just say there's Gotti be something interesting there... Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Regina Berry profile
Moe:
That's the Ringmaster's daughter, Regina. Ever since she was a little girl, she's been watching the circus performances. Cuter than a little puppy Maltese, that Regina. If only my Larina was that cute...
Maya:
Larina?
Moe:
Ah... Larina is my daughter. She lives with her mother now.
Phoenix:
(It's true what they say about the tears of a clown...)
Russell Berry profile
Moe:
I've been friends with Russell since even before the circus began. He was so selfless. He always thought about others before thinking of himself. I'll find a way to return the favor... He always took such good care of me. I wish I would have thanked him more than I did...
Ben profile
Moe:
Ah, Ben... How's he doing?
Phoenix:
He's a ventriloquist isn't he?
Moe:
That's right! Boy was I surprised when they told me his secret! He's got a second mouth where his belly button should be!! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Just kidding...
Phoenix:
Ben wouldn't tell me a single thing about the murder.
Moe:
Ahh... That's a simple problem to solve. He won't talk if he doesn't have his puppet Trilo!
Maya:
Trilo...?
Moe:
If Ben doesn't have his ventriloquist's puppet, you'll barely get a word outta him.
Maya:
Really?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Master and puppet...)
Moe profile
Moe:
Ah!
Maya:
What's the matter?
Moe:
Whenever I see my own pose, I am reminded of my Italian heritage...
Maya:
Ahhhh... I see... It must be because you have one of those "Roman Noses"... Roamin' all over your face.
Moe:
...!!
Maya:
... I didn't cross the line there did I?
Phoenix:
You went so far past it, you'll need a map to get back!
Any other evidence
Phoenix:
What do you think about this? Anything come to mind?
Moe:
Ahh... You want some advice on your development as a comedian, right? I see... Well... This is what you do... When you tell a joke, imagine everyone's wearing underwear and dancing the lambada...
Phoenix:
Umm... I think that's enough advice for now...
Maya:
Nick! He was giving you good advice! Don't be so close-minded!!
Any other profiles
Moe:
This isn't very funny... How am I supposed to know about people who aren't in the circus!?
(Presenting Max's profile leads to:)
Ahh yes... The Berry Big Circus is very big isn't it? You should always carry a map with you to get around...
Maya:
Ah! Thank you!! Umm... This is an atlas!!
Moe:
Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Oh... I kill myself. Really. I'm dying here... CORONARY! CORONARY!
Phoenix:
(Now he's just laughing to hear his own voice...)
Circus Map added to the Court Record.
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Moe profile
Maya:
Moe is a really nice guy, don't you think Nick? He taught us all about the inner workings of the circus.
Phoenix:
Yep. It definitely made me look at things in a new light.
Maya:
And he's got such a great sense of humor. It tickles your funny bone, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
(Well... I can't argue that some people might find it funny... But the only thing it tickles on me is my desire for high quality earplugs...)
Big Top
Present
Moe profile
Regina:
That's Moe! He's such a funny clown! He's been a good friend to my dad for a really long time now.
Maya:
He was good friends with the Ringmaster?
Regina:
My dad always said... "When it comes to who I can entrust the circus to, it's definitely Moe."
Maya:
Hmm... Yep! That clown is one lovable stooge. Don't you think so, Nick?
Phoenix:
Umm... No comment...
(Presenting Max's profile to Moe leads to:)
Move
Big Top - Cafeteria
Leads to:
December 28
Big Top
Cafeteria
December 28Big TopCafeteria
Maya:
Eww... This place is gross.
Phoenix:
This must be because of last night. They didn't have time to clean up after dinner because of the murder.
Maya:
That reminds me... What was it that Moe said?
Phoenix:
He said that yesterday morning Max "clonked" Ben over the head here.
Maya:
He also said that, "There's Gotti be something interesting there." Nick? What's "Gotti be interesting?"
Phoenix:
Don't ask...
Maya:
Hmph!
Examine
Kitchen
Phoenix:
The kitchen is over here. Everyone must have taken turns cooking. There's a duty list posted here.
Maya:
I wouldn't mind trying my hand at cooking for this many people. Maya's Killer Hamburger... You'd try it, wouldn't you?
Notice
Maya:
"Keep Our Cafeteria Clean!"
Phoenix:
Doesn't seem like anyone ever read this sign, huh?
Maya:
Maybe they should make it easier to understand... "Clean it or die!"
Phoenix:
Well, that would definitely make them clean up!
Bulletin board
Phoenix:
Ah, a bulletin board... For... Umm... Bulletins. It doesn't look like there are any useful clues posted here.
Maya:
Boring... Maybe we should leave a juicy tidbit for someone to read!
Phoenix:
Juicy?
Maya:
You know... Like a fake clue! Hmm... Maybe something like... "Message from the Killer!"
Phoenix:
Give it up Maya... You know Gumshoe would take it all seriously.
Stand
Phoenix:
This is strange... There's nothing on top of this stand.
Maya:
Look here... Max is written on it. It must be his VIP table.
Phoenix:
Isn't a bit small to be a VIP table? You won't be putting a ten course meal on this.
Maya:
Well, he could still eat hamburgers, right?
Back table
Phoenix:
There are dirty dishes all over the place... It must have been too hectic last night to clean up.
Maya:
You know I can't stand a mess Nick! I think you and I should clean this place up for them!
Phoenix:
W-Why do we have to clean up...!?
Maya:
One, because I hate dirty cafeterias. Two, because one bears repeating.
Phoenix:
B-But... This is a crime scene! We can't clean it up! We have to preserve it for evidence!!
Maya:
Arrrggghh... You know I really hate dirty cafeterias!!
Phoenix:
(Not as much as I hate cleaning dirty cafeterias!)
Dining tables
Phoenix:
It looks like they've left it exactly as it was on the night of the murder.
Maya:
They didn't seem too worried about cleaning up the dishes, did they? Hmm... Looking at all these dishes is making me hungry! Let's go get a burger at the snack stand outside.
Phoenix:
Once we're finished with the case.
Maya:
... Alright! Then let's get this over with Nick!! Here we go!! Whoahh!
Phoenix:
(Where's the mute button when you need it?)
Knocked over chairs
Phoenix:
The chair's been knocked over.
Maya:
That's what it looks like.
Phoenix:
It almost looks as if someone knocked it over in a struggle, or used it for self defense...
Maya:
Or maybe Regent just likes to eat his dinner in the cafeteria?
Broken bottle
Phoenix:
(What's this? ...Must be a juice bottle or something?)
Maya:
Ahhh... Watch out Nick! Broken glass on the floor is dangerous!
Phoenix:
Hmm... A broken bottle just lying in the middle of the floor.
Maya:
Do you think it means anything?
Phoenix:
... "There's Gotti be something interesting there."
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Looks like we're going to have to go back and meet with him.
Maya:
Him?
Broken Bottle added to the Court Record.
Berry Big Circus - Circus Entrance
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Moe and examining ringmaster's paper and poster leads to:)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 28
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
December 28Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Max:
Oh! It's my two sweeties! Welcome to the Detention Center!!
Phoenix:
(...*sigh* Did he just call me his sweetie!? AGAIN!?)
Max:
What's on today's agenda? What can I help you with?
Phoenix:
Well, we've gathered quite a few clues...
Max:
WON-DER-FUL-LY FAN-TAB-U-LOSO!! I mean fabulous!
Phoenix:
That's why we came to meet with you again.
Max:
Wh-Wh-What's w-w-wrong!? Quit making such a scary face!
Phoenix:
OK then Max... Let's make this "absolutely fabulous"!!
Talk
Max Galactica
Maya:
We heard a lot about you at the circus, Max.
Max:
Ahhh, you just mean from the dinosaurs? How were those Jurassic geriatrics?
Maya:
Max, you aren't very popular with the other performers, are you?
Max:
Yes yes yes. Sweetie, that's what they call jealousy. J-E-A-L-O-U-S-Y. They are absolutely jealous of my absolutely fabulous self! People who really understand can see the obvious differences between us.
Phoenix:
People who really understand?
Max:
For instance, my sweetie pie.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, so Regina understands him huh?)
Max:
I plan on getting married to her. She is truly my sweetie pie princess.
Maya:
Wow! That's so cool!
Max:
It's already in the works.
Maya:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(That's strange. Regina never said anything about marrying this joker...)
What happened
Phoenix:
You met with the Ringmaster on the night of the murder?
Max:
Yes. I was with him around 10 PM. Once I was done with practice. I went to his room right after we finished.
Maya:
They found the Ringmaster's body in the plaza in front of the lodging house.
Max:
Yeah, I head* ([sic]) about that... He needed to step out for a bit, so I waited in his room for him to return.
Maya: 
...Huh?
Russell:
"Sorry Max. I have something I must attend to right now. Do you mind waiting for me right here?"
Max:
"It's pretty cold outside. Where's your coat?"
Russell:
"It's alright. I'll be right back. It should only take about 10 minutes."
Phoenix:
And then?
Max:
I waited for him. But he never came back...
Phoenix:
Did he go to the plaza where the body was discovered?
Max:
Possibly. The snow had tapered off a bit, but it was still very cold outside. But I have no idea what he went off to do...
Present
Max G. Promo Poster
Max:
Maximillion Galactica! No matter when you see me, you get shivers don't you? The silk hat... The cloak... The white roses on my chest... They're my symbols... You know I had to cut the number of symbols to three?
Maya:
Really? You had quite a few to begin with then, huh?
Max:
Well, I thought that you could never have too many symbols... Sunglasses... Beauty mark... Soft pillows for lips... A beard... Buck teeth... I gave all sorts of symbols a shot. But if I forget one when I put on my makeup, everyone would forget who I am!
Maya:
That's awful... Especially for a magician.
Ringmaster's Papers
Phoenix:
Can I ask what you do with such an exorbitant salary?
Max:
We've already covered this point. I'm paying off my father's debt.
Maya:
How could he possibly have such a large amount of debt?
Max:
For example, say you rented a video... And perhaps you forgot about it, for say... a short period of about 10 years. You'd would* ([sic]) have the biggest late fee known to man... It's kinda like that.
Maya:
Wow... Now I can see how you can get that much debt.
Phoenix:
(That makes sense now. Wait a minute... That doesn't make any sense!)
Franziska von Karma profile
Max:
U-Uh-huh... This woman, huh? Well... My type of woman is a gentle sweetie...
Maya:
Sounds like you are describing Regina!
Phoenix:
(Well, he's definitely not describing Franziska!)
Russell Berry profile
Max:
Just between you and I... He's* ([sic]) wasn't a bad guy at all. I can say that for sure...
Maya:
... That's the first time I've ever heard you say something nice about someone, Max.
Phoenix:
He must have really been a nice guy.
Ben profile
Max:
I can't believe a guy with that ugly mug is after my sweetie pie princess! Especially after she has eluded my charms for such a long time!
Maya:
There isn't much you can do about that, right?
Max:
Hmph. You haven't even been truly in love, have you?
Maya:
Umm...
Max:
When you are truly in love with someone... You'd be jealous of their mirror because it traps their image inside.
Maya:
Awww... Don't you think that's sweet of him, Nick?
Max:
I'm gonna get back with my sweetie pie! Then I'm gonna turn that dumb puppet into a toy glider!
Maya:
...I guess you two haven't worked out your differences yet.
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Meeting with Russell --
Phoenix:
Last night, you met with the Ringmaster, correct? To negotiate your salary, and such?
Max:
Exactly... We reached an agreement about the salary from my 6 month old contract.
Phoenix:
That's the truth? The whole truth?
Max:
What do you mean!?
Phoenix:
You just went to his office to negotiate your new salary?
Max:
I hate lies and I hate liars even more! What are you insinuating!? Do you have any proof that I did something other than negotiate my fee last night?
Present Ringmaster's Papers
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Th-Tha-That's!!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Max:
Geebus...
Phoenix:
What's the matter?
Max:
Sweetie, you must have some wax build up in your ears. You haven't listened to me at all!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Max:
You're still not listening are you? I said that I HATE LIES!
Phoenix:
(It seems this evidence isn't enough to make him confess...)
Max:
You want to try again? It doesn't bother me at all!!
Leads back to:
"Do you have any proof that I did something other than negotiate my fee last night?"
Max:
Th-Tha-That's!!
Phoenix:
It was on the table in the Ringmaster's room. You weren't lying when you said that you received quite a raise...
Max:
Is there a problem with being well compensated?
Phoenix:
Not with the compensation... Just with the date. This is dated a week ago.
Max:
...
Phoenix:
Max! You finished your contract negotiations a week ago!
Max:
F-Fa-Fab-Fabulous!!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Max:
... Alright. I'll tell you the truth. That night... The Ringmaster called me to his room!
Phoenix:
He called you? Why did he do that?
Max:
Sorry sweetie... That's private.
Phoenix:
(The Ringmaster called him... I wonder if there was some sort of problem?) Um... Max? Perhaps you could share with me what you two spoke about?
Max:
Well... Not if I don't have to...
Phoenix:
Isn't this why the Ringmaster called you into his room that night?
Present Broken Bottle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Isn't this why you were called to the Ringmaster's room that night?
Max:
Wh-Where did you get that!?
Phoenix:
The cafeteria... But you already knew that didn't you?
Max:
...! O-Of course...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Max:
It fell and broke on the floor.
Phoenix:
(He's still hiding something else.) Max.
Max:
What is it my sweetie?
Phoenix:
It didn't fall and break on the floor. You used this bottle to...
Present Ben profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Max:
B-Ben...
Phoenix:
You nailed him over the head with this bottle, didn't you?
Max:
...!
Phoenix:
And that's why you got called to the Ringmaster's room that night.
Max:
F-F-F-FAAAABBBUUULLOUS! You might as well be a magician!!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Max:
Will you give up on this... Please... Sweetie...
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Max:
If you don't shape up, I'm gonna beat you over the head with that bottle!
Phoenix:
(What did I do? Hmm... I must be on the wrong track...)
Max:
I already told you! It fell to the floor and broke.
Phoenix:
(He won't tell me the truth!) ... Max.
Max:
What is it my sweetie?
Leads back to:
"It didn't fall and break on the floor. You used this bottle to..."
Present Ben profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Max:
B-B-Ben... H-He...
Phoenix:
You had a run-in with Ben?
Max:
I didn't do anything to Ben. I-I didn't get in a fight with him!
Phoenix:
Ah-ha! So you're admitting that you did have a fight with someone!?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Max:
Wh-Why are you looking at me all funny!? No one said anything like that!! Do you have any proof that we got into a knockdown drag out brawl?
Present Broken Bottle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This proves it.
Max:
Whe-where did you get that?
Phoenix:
Isn't it obvious that I found it in the cafeteria, Max? You busted Ben over the head with this bottle, did you not?
Max:
...!
Phoenix:
That's how the bottle broke. And that's why you were called to the Ringmaster's room.
Max:
F-F-F-FAAAABBBUUULOUSSS! ABSOLUTELY F-F-F-FAAAABBBUUULOUSSS!!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Max:
You just don't quit! You know Ben, don't you? What reason in the world would I have for getting into a fight with him? I've hardly ever said a word to him.
Phoenix:
Well... It fits in with the chain of events.
Max:
You are so belligerent... If that's the case, how about you show me some proof.
Leads back to:
"Do you have any proof that we got into a knockdown drag out brawl?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Max:
Don't look at me like that! This isn't easy for me you know!
Phoenix:
How 'bout it Max?
Max:
How 'bout what? What do you expect me to do with this? Lemme guess... You're showing me that so I can make it disappear for you... Right?
Phoenix:
No no no no no... PLEASE DON'T MAKE IT DISAPPEAR!! (Hmm... I gotta try again! The Ringmaster called him... I wonder if there was some sort of problem?) Um... Max? Perhaps you could share with me what you two spoke about?
Max:
Well... Not if I don't have to...
Leads back to:
"Isn't this why the Ringmaster called you into his room that night?"
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Meeting with Russell
Max:
The truth is... Yesterday morning during breakfast, we had a run in.
Phoenix:
You mean you had a fight with Ben the ventriloquist?
Max:
You could put it that way.
Maya:
Why did you fight with him? Ben seems like such a quiet man.
Max:
We fought about my sweetie pie.
Maya:
You mean Regina?
Max:
That ill-bred creep told my sweetie pie princess that he was in love with her! Would you put up with that?
Maya:
"Ill-bred"!! Are you talking about the same Ben!?
Phoenix:
"Told her he was in love with her"!! Are you sure this is the Ben we are talking about!?
Max:
All I can say is that he made me mad and I had to tap him on his hard head! That's when the Ringmaster called me and I realized that it was my chance!
Phoenix:
Your chance?
Max:
That's when I went to his room and I laid it all out on the table. I asked him to "Let me marry my sweetie pie!"
Maya:
What!?
Max:
The Ringmaster told me that it "sounds good to me!" That's why my sweetie pie is MY sweetie pie! And no one else's!
Phoenix:
Hmm... I see...
Max:
Since Ben was causing me so much trouble, I realized I had to shut him up.
Phoenix:
(...Shut him up?)
"Shut him up" (appears after Meeting with Russell)
Maya:
Um... What do you mean by "shut him up"?
Max:
You don't know, do you my sweeties? Unless Ben and Trilo are together, Trilo can't say a word.
Maya:
Trilo...?
Max:
The puppet. The ventriloquist's puppet. His real name is Trilo Quist.
Phoenix:
But... A puppet doesn't talk.
Max:
I know! That's why I hid it! Before the police came and took me away of course... If that puppet started flapping off at the balsa, I'd be screwed.
Maya:
You hid him? You mean the ventriloquist's puppet?
Max:
You are so smart sweetie!
Maya:
Umm... Where did you hide him?
Max:
What? Sweetie... You aren't thinking of trying to add him to my defense are you?
Maya:
Well... Ben does seem awfully lonely without his puppet.
Max:
FABULOUS! That should have taught him a lesson! OK... I hid Trilo in the Ringmaster's room. You don't mind going there and getting Trilo for me, do you my sweets?
Maya:
No problem! None at all! Thank you Max!!
Max:
You know I can't stand to see my sweeties in a jam!
Phoenix:
(Then don't go hiding puppets!)
(Talking about ""Shut him up"" leads to:)
Move
Circus Entrance
Leads to:
December 28
Berry Big Circus
Circus Entrance
December 28Berry Big CircusCircus Entrance
Maya:
Huh? Ben's not here anymore!
Phoenix:
Yeah... I wanted to ask him something.
Maya:
It's cold out... He's probably in the tent.
Move
Big Top
Leads to:
December 28
Berry Big Circus
Big Top
December 28Berry Big CircusBig Top
Maya:
What do you think, Nick? I wonder if we've been making any progress...
Phoenix:
Don't be so negative... Of course we are making progress.
Maya:
But... Everyone loved the Ringmaster... And there's no sign of footprints on the scene... There's still a lot of mysteries left to be solved.
Phoenix:
Of course.
Maya:
And now Regina isn't here!
Phoenix:
I'm not seeing how that's related...
Examine
Audience
Maya:
The seats are so far away from the ring...
Phoenix:
But they make up for it with the amount of people that can see a show.
Maya:
Hey Nick... Do you think that if every person in the audience screamed all at once, the vibration they'd create could cause the big top to collapse?
Phoenix:
I'm glad I don't pay you to come up with this stuff...
Lion
Maya:
Hey! Look! That's where Max makes his grand appearance!
Phoenix:
It's "grand" alright.
Maya:
... I want to try entering court like that.
Phoenix:
(How'd I know that she'd say that...)
Spotlights
Maya:
Whoa! Those lights are huge! If they fell from the ceiling, you'd be going to the circus in the sky... Life is so fragile, isn't it Nick?
Phoenix:
It can be snuffed out in an instant by falling gargantuan lights.
Maya:
It's so fragile that I've decided to eat as much good food as I can before I die. Like hamburgers...
Phoenix:
Apparently you didn't notice the big sign that said "closed" by the snack stand.
Maya:
Awww... It's closed!?
Move
Big Top - Ringmaster's Room
Leads to:
December 28
Big Top
Ringmaster's Room
Big Top - Cafeteria
Leads to:
December 28Big TopCafeteria
December 28Big TopRingmaster's Room
Maya:
It looks the same as always... A great big mess. Considering how messy it is, I bet they wouldn't notice if another poster went missing.
Phoenix:
Will you just stop it you poster pilferer!
Maya:
I'm just kidding! You know I already got one of these posters!!
Phoenix:
You mean stole one of those posters!
Maya:
Yeah... Uh... Let's focus on what Max told us. He said that he hid Trilo somewhere in this room.
Phoenix:
(Trilo... Ohh! The ventriloquist's puppet!)
Examine
Trophy case
Maya:
Nick! Look at all the cute trophies!!
Phoenix:
Indeed. Just look at all the awards this circus has won...
Maya:
Like... "All County Quiz Champions"... "Ringmaster's Association Mini Golf Master"... "Beer Belly Balloon Bounce Champ"... "Pet Grooming Grand Prix"... Wow. The Ringmaster was multi-talented in ways I could have never imagined...
Phoenix:
Hmm... There's something shoved under the bookshelf! This... is...
Maya:
That's Trilo! That's Ben's puppet!
Phoenix:
I think you're right. We'll give it back to him later.
Trilo Quist handed over to Maya.
Maya:
Why do I have to carry this thing!?
Detention Center
Present
Trilo Quist
Max:
This punk, huh? Trilo is such a wooden, cheeky excuse for a puppet! I can't believe that this thing is what I'm up against for Regina's love! Ahh... My sweetie pie... Love only me...
Maya:
...What? You're up against what for Regina's love!?
Phoenix:
Whatever. Let's hurry up and give this thing back to Ben.
December 28Big TopCafeteria
Maya:
Oh! Hey Ben!
Ben:
A... Umm... Uhh... H-H-Hello.
Maya:
Hello to you too! It's awfully cold today don't you agree?
Ben:
Y-Ye-Ye... Uhh... I-I d-do indeed.
Maya:
Don't you think it's cold Nick?
Phoenix:
(I don't see how talking about the weather is helping our case.)
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Tell us what you know about the murder...
Ben:
I-I-I-I... Uhhh... I-I-I-I uhhh...
Maya:
Do you know anything at all?
Ben:
I d-d-d-don't k-now a-a-a-a t-t-thing!
Maya:
Well...
Ben:
W-W-Well... I-I-I-I don't k-k-know...
Berry Big Circus
Phoenix:
You've been in the circus for a long time, haven't you Ben?
Ben:
Y-Y-Yes... Ab-Ab-About f-f-four years...
Maya:
I gotta admit, I'm kinda interested in this place as well. Moe is so funny, and Max is so amazing... Not to mention Regina being the cutest little thing I have ever seen!
Ben:
...Regina? I... Umm... I... D-D-D-Don't R-R-Really... L-L-L-Like... H-Her... T-T-Too... M-Much...
Maya:
Hmm... Are you sure about that?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... That's odd... Max said something about a confession of love...)
Present
Trilo Quist
Leads to:
"Alright Maya... Let's get going!"
Maya:
Ahh... Ben... This is yours isn't it?
Ben:
Y-Y-Yes!! T-That's mine!
Maya:
Here ya go!
Trilo Quist returned to Ben.
Phoenix:
Alright Maya... Let's get going!
Maya:
It's that time isn't it? See ya around, Ben!
Ben:
O-O-O-OK...
Maya:
So Nick... Where are we going next?
Phoenix:
Let's see... Maybe we should go talk to the clown once again.
HEY! WAIT!!
Maya:
Who said that?
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT? I'M RIGHT HERE YOU BLIND WENCH!
Trilo:
What's your problem anyways? Don't you know how to properly greet someone!?
Maya:
Ben? Is that you Ben?
Ben:
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! I would never...
Trilo:
It was me! Yeah me! Down here!!
Phoenix:
You... You're... Trilo!?
Trilo:
That is Mr. Quist to you sir! Learn some manners before you just blurt out my name! Now try speaking to me again, but this time with some proper respect!
Phoenix:
(Not again... *sigh*) Mr. Quist... Is that better?
Trilo:
No! Look at me when I am talking to you, you 8-bit excuse for an attorney!
Ben:
Trilo! We talked about insulting people! You promised!!
Trilo:
But he was mocking me! Being mean to bullies was not included in the deal!
Ben:
I'm sorry Trilo...
Maya:
Nick! What just happened? Trilo is still a puppet right? A ventriloquist's puppet!
Trilo:
Hey! Who do you think you are, calling me a puppet!?
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Tell us what you know about the murder...
Trilo:
You talkin' to me? I said you talkin' to me? Don't look at him when you're talkin' to me!
Ben:
Trilo Quist. You behave young man!
Trilo:
Shut up Woody! What murder are you talking about? You mean the one where they off'ed the old man?
Maya:
I guess so...
Trilo:
No need to make such a fuss about things! That old mutt paid us all peanuts!
Ben:
Trilo... You can't say things like that! I didn't raise you to be that kind of puppet!
Trilo:
Don't you have nerve pills or something to take right now?
Maya:
These two are really an odd couple, aren't they Nick?
Trilo:
OK! OK! I'll talk... Gramps got clobbered over the head!!
Berry Big Circus
Trilo:
Let me lay it all out for you... The pay sucks... The clown sucks... And my partner has his hand up my pants.
Maya:
Your partner... You mean Ben?
Trilo:
Yeah... The creepy old guy who never finds it in himself to leave me alone... Tell him to "BACK OFF" for me will ya? He's just another one of the dorks around here!
Maya:
Oh... My...
Trilo:
But I'll be fair... In this cesspool of human garbage masquerading as circus performers... I found my Madonna.
Maya:
Your...
Phoenix:
Madonna?
Trilo:
Regina. My lovely Regina. She is stunning... Right? Ben?
Ben:
Well... I'm not sure if I would go that far...
Trilo:
You'll have to excuse him... He does not understand of what he speaks. I, on, the other hand, am an appreciator of true beauty. Hence why I shall marry her!
Maya:
Ma-Ma-Ma-Marry!?
Flying Fraud (appears after What happened)
Trilo:
The Ringmaster got knocked upside his cheap head by that flying fraud!!
Phoenix:
You mean Max Galactica? Why do you say that?
Ben:
Trilo! Straighten up!! Don't accuse people like that!
Trilo:
Straighten up!? I'm made of wood!! Besides, you were there! You know what happened!
Phoenix:
You were there...?
Trilo:
Hehe! If you're that interested, then I'll let you in on the facts!
Marriage (appears after Berry Big Circus)
Maya:
You... You're going to marry... Regina?
Trilo:
That's right! She doesn't quite realize the joy that awaits her, does she?
Phoenix:
(But she did seem a bit worried about things...)
Ben:
Well... She...
Trilo:
I don't care! It is my choice not hers! We're getting hitched!
Ben:
I know you think that... But...
Phoenix:
(...But what...?)
Trilo:
I gave her a special gift... I gave her the wonderful gift of song...
Maya:
You gave her a song?
Trilo:
Well, I am a renowned tenor! You'll be happy to know that I've decided to grace you with one of my songs! Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi! "I want you to touch me! I want you to kiss me! I want you to..." The rest is private!
Maya:
Well... Umm... The melody is pretty good.
Phoenix:
But those lyrics... I think they need a little work.
Trilo:
Who asked you!? I'm the artist here!
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Ben:
Umm... Uhh... Thanks... Now that Trilo's here...
Phoenix:
"Now that Trilo's here..." Does that mean you can talk normally now?
Trilo:
Hey! Buttface!
Maya:
AHHH!
Trilo:
You must be looking forward to tomorrow, aren't you Mr. Ambulance Chaser!?
Phoenix:
Uhh...
Trilo:
You know... It's time to get rid of that pesky magician once and for all!!
Maya:
Tri... Trilo?
Trilo:
Enough jibba jabba! Let's get to court already!
Phoenix:
Ahh... Hey! Wait a second!
Maya:
Nick... What's going on?
Phoenix:
He's a witness for tomorrow's trial...
Maya:
Ahhhhh...
Move
Big Top
Leads to:
December 28
Berry Big Circus
Big Top
December 28Berry Big CircusBig Top
Maya:
Hmm... What in the world happened with Ben and Trilo?
Phoenix:
Quite a pair, those two. What did that puppet see anyways
???:
Oooooh!
Phoenix:
Oh no... Now what!?
???:
Oooo-Ooooh!
Phoenix:
Ahhhhh... Yeowwwwwwwww... Ahhhhhhhhhh...
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
T-T-That monkey... ... AHHHH! My badge!! That monkey stole it!!
Maya:
WHHHAAATTT!?
Regina:
Hehehehehe! Mr. Attorney, that face was so cute. You looked so completely dumbfounded!
Maya:
Regina!!
Phoenix:
You!! That monkey!!
Regina:
Hey... No need to get angry... OK?
Phoenix:
B-B-But!! My attorney's badge!!
Regina:
Don't worry... I'll help you out.
Phoenix:
OK... If you say so... (If I don't get my badge back, how can I flash it?)
Regina:
By the way... The monkey's name is Money. Money the monkey.
Maya:
His name is Monke... Money?
Talk
Money the Monkey
Phoenix:
The monkey... Is called Money?
Regina:
Yes.
Phoenix:
Well, the rich ape just stole my attorney's badge. Mind if I get that back?
Regina:
I'll see what I can do... Even I have Money problems.
Phoenix:
Eh?
Regina:
Whenever Money sees something shiny, he takes it back home.
Maya:
Haha... That's pretty funny.
Phoenix:
Well, I guess I'll just have to find out where Money disappeared to...
Regina:
I think that's your best bet. You should probably ask Uncle Moe... He might know.
Maya:
Huh? You don't know?
Regina:
Well... Money isn't exactly someone I am on friendly terms with.
Maya:
What!?
Regina:
He's not really the kind of animal I work with... Even if he does need taming.
Maya:
Oh, I see!
Phoenix:
(Go to Moe's... Hmm... I guess it is time that I revisit that kooky clown...)
Ben and Trilo
Maya:
Do you mind telling us a bit about Ben?
Regina:
Ben...? You mean the guy that is always hanging around with Trilo?
Maya:
What do you mean "hanging around"?
Regina:
Well, he was there when Trilo told me that he was in love with me...
Phoenix:
Trilo told you he was in love with you?
Regina:
Yes he did. Kinda cute, don't ya think? He's so smart, and he's such a wonderful singer... I love him!
Maya:
But... What about Ben?
Regina:
What about Ben? He's got nothing to do with me loving Trilo.
Phoenix:
(Like sand through the hourglass, so are the Days of the Circus...)
Proposal
Maya:
Regina, you were proposed to, weren't you?
Regina:
Proposed to? Nope... That won't be for a while.
Maya:
Huh? Really? That's strange, isn't it Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah... Max and Trilo both said otherwise. They said they asked for her hand in marriage.
Maya:
Ahh, but Max only talked to the Ringmaster about it.
Phoenix:
I forgot about that. He asked the Ringmaster for her hand, not Regina directly.
Maya:
So I guess Trilo hasn't asked her directly yet.
Regina:
What!? He's going to propose to me!? I'm so confused... How about you Maya?
Maya:
Huh? What?
Regina:
Who do you think I should go for? Max or Trilo?
Phoenix:
Wait... Wait... You do realize that Trilo is... a... puppet?
Regina:
Uh? I don't care that he's a bit stiff...
Phoenix:
Oh boy.
Present
Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Take a look at this...
Maya:
NICK! YOU CAN'T SHOW HER THAT PICTURE!!
Phoenix:
Ouch... Yeah, that would be a bit insensitive of me.
Regina:
Huh? Show me! Show me! Show me!
Max G. Promo Poster
Maya:
Do you know how Max flies in the sky like he does?
Regina:
I do know! Want me to tell ya?
Maya:
You know!?
Regina:
Uh-huh. *giggle* But you have to keep it secret!
Phoenix:
Eh?
Regina:
So here's how it works... *mumble* *mumble*
Maya:
Wow! That's incredible!!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Oh, don't pout Nick!
Regina:
Hehe... We were just teasing you! I don't know a thing about magic!!
Maya:
Sorry we tricked you Nick.
Circus Entrance
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Trilo leads to:)
Move
Lodging House - Plaza
Leads to:
December 28
Lodging House
Plaza
December 28Lodging HousePlaza
Maya:
Huh? Detective Gumshoe took off already.
Phoenix:
Yep. Just leave him alone for a while, OK Maya? I'm sure he just got lonely and headed back to the precinct.
Examine
Tarp
Phoenix:
Something's covered up by this tarp... An old sign perhaps.
Maya:
Nick! Look out! They've got the killer trapped behind that tarp!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
What? It wasn't funny? You know it wouldn't have hurt you to look even a little bit surprised.
Phoenix:
(Whew! She didn't notice that I was too scared to talk!)
Air conditioner
Phoenix:
This is the condenser for the air conditioner. It hasn't been used in a while.
Maya:
What!? How'd you figure that out!? You're not making things up now are you!?
Phoenix:
Hold your horses! It was easy to figure out! It was snowing before the murder, right? Well, look at the condenser. The snow is still piled on top of it.
Maya:
Wow! Nick! I'm impressed. Maybe you should be a P.I. instead of an attorney.
Lightpost
Maya:
This safety light was on at the time of the murder, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
That's what they say. (There were performers in the lodging house, so it makes sense that it was on. I bet the killer was worried that someone would spot them during the crime...)
Muddy footprints
Phoenix:
The Ringmaster's body was found here. I heard that the way he fell over made him look like he was carrying a wooden box... But what in the world really happened here?
Move
Moe's Room
Leads to:
December 28
Lodging Hall 1st Floor
Moe's Room
December 28Lodging Hall 1st FloorMoe's Room
Moe:
Oh my! If it isn't "Mr. Wright All The Time"!!
Phoenix:
*ugh*
Moe:
It's all Wright to be wrong every now and again, Wright?
Maya:
See Nick! It just took awhile for the joke to find its audience!
Phoenix:
... *sigh*
Moe:
So what can I do for you? Did you remember a good joke you wanted to tell me? Pull up a chair, or maybe just pull my finger, and let me have it.
Maya:
We're going to get the same sound effect either way, aren't we?
Moe:
How'd you know I put a whopee* ([sic]) cushion on the chair!? You really know what it takes to be a clown, don't you? Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Talk
Regina
Phoenix:
So, about Regina...
Moe:
Regina is such a pure, innocent child...
Maya:
She's such a cutie, too.
Moe:
She was born and raised in the circus you know? But that means she doesn't really know much about the world outside the Big Top.
Maya:
Sounds like Pearly...
Moe:
For her, every child's "dream" of the circus is her everyday reality.
Maya:
She lives in a dream world...
Moe:
Everyday she sees dancing wild animals, men flying in the air, and one very funny clown. The funny thing is, that all seems normal to her because it is her everyday life.
Phoenix:
(I guess that explains why she thinks she can marry a ventriloquist's puppet...)
Moe:
Don't ask me if her reality is a good thing or a bad thing though... "A clown sees life simply, without complications."
Money the Monkey
Phoenix:
Have you ever heard of a monkey named Money?
Moe:
Ahhh! Yes! Money!
Phoenix:
He stole my Attorney's Badge!
Moe:
Well... Money does love shiny objects... It makes sense that he'd swipe your badge. But under no circumstances can you chase after him.
Phoenix:
Eh? Why's that?
Maya:
Oh! I know!! You don't want to get involved in any monkey business, right?
Moe:
EXACTLY! BRAVO!! BRAVO!! Enough joking around though... Money isn't considered a member of Regina's family.
Maya:
Then who does he belong to?
Moe:
I'll be happy to take you to where his owner is staying...
Maya:
You mean right now?
Moe:
Of course. Shall we go?
Phoenix:
(Hmm, should we go with him now, or wait a while?)
Go with Moe
Leads to:
December 28
Lodging Hall 3rd Floor
Acro's Room
Go later
Phoenix:
We'll go after we talk some more, OK?
Moe:
Yay! You want to hear me talk some more, huh? Your wish is my command!! I'll give ya the full repertoire of 1001 jokes!
Maya:
Woohoo!!
Phoenix:
Don't "Woohoo!!" that!!
December 28Lodging Hall 3rd FloorAcro's Room
Phoenix:
*huff* *huff*
Moe:
This is it... What's wrong, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I... can't... breathe...
Moe:
Don't be such a wimp! You only had to climb two flights of stairs!!
Phoenix:
*pant* *pant*
Moe:
Anyways... This is the place. Acro's room.
Phoenix:
Acro?
Moe:
He's an acrobat... It seems like he's not around today...
Maya:
Eh... That's a big pile of junk over in the corner...
Moe:
I don't think it'd be wrong to assume that Phoenix's stuff is over there too... Just be careful to make sure you've got the Wright stuff.
Maya:
Thanks Moe! See you later!
Money has been added to the Court Record.
Move
Moe's Room
Leads to:
"Huh? Moe must have gone off somewhere..."
Moe's Room
Maya:
Huh? Moe must have gone off somewhere...
Phoenix:
Just as long as he isn't off writing new jokes...
Maya:
Oh, that reminds me Nick... You have to get your Attorney's Badge back by tomorrow, or we're in trouble.
Phoenix:
I know. I know. (I'm gonna have to try and find out where that monkey hid it...)
Acro's Room
Examine
Window
Phoenix:
You can see the Big Top from the window here.
Maya:
There is no snow on top of the Big Top... Kinda weird don't you think?
Phoenix:
The inside of the tent is warm so any snow that lands on top probably melts.
Maya:
I guess you're right. The snow probably just slides right off.
Tire swing
Phoenix:
Money must use this to swing around on...
Maya:
Go ahead Nick. I know you want to ride on it too!
Phoenix:
Maybe later...
Junk pile
Leads to:
"Holy cow!"
Basketball hoop
Maya:
Hey... The net's ripped. Money must be prone to breaking things... He's hardcore.
Phoenix:
Umm... The net looks fine to me. You really think that he plays basketball?
Maya:
I think so... Monkeys live life above the rim you know.
Phoenix:
... You're joking right? You think the monkey has got proverbial "game"?
Maya:
Of course. That monkey doesn't fake the funk on a nasty dunk.
Phoenix:
(Well, a prehensile tail might be an unfair advantage...)
Calendar
Maya:
Hehe... It's a monkey calendar!
Phoenix:
Whoever's in this room must really love monkeys.
Maya:
Maybe a little too much... Wow... I just realized that the year is almost over. Amazing how time flies.
Phoenix:
It's been one wild year. Especially the last part...
Maya:
Well, we still got one last person to help this year... Max.
Bed
Phoenix:
This bed is incredibly well made. It's almost like a maid made it up. Even the laundry on top of the bed is folded perfectly.
Maya:
Nick, there's nothing unusual about that at all. It's how things are supposed to be!
Phoenix:
Can't a man respect another man for doing something said man cannot do?
Barbell
Phoenix:
Hmm... He's got a barbell. Look around... Everything he's got is for upper body training. Wait a second... These are the same machines I see on TV all the time!
Maya:
Hey, Nick!
Phoenix:
What?
Maya:
I don't have this one! This barbell here is a new model!
Phoenix:
Don't overdo it Maya. You don't want to end up a muscle woman.
(Examining junk pile leads to:)
Maya:
Holy cow! There's a fork... And a mirror... Everything's shiny!! There's even a really cheap looking knockoff wristwatch!
Phoenix:
Look at this! It's a trophy! And it's really heavy!!
Maya:
Nick! I found it! Your badge! It's right here!!
Phoenix's Attorney's Badge has been returned.
Phoenix:
Thanks! You really saved me! ... Huh?
Maya:
What's the matter? Did you find something?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Check this out.
Maya:
It's a ring...
Phoenix:
There's something engraved on it... "From T to R"...
Ring put in pocket.
Phoenix:
Well... I think it's about time we wrap up our investigation...
Maya:
Do you think we'll win in court tomorrow?
Phoenix:
Who knows... Even I can't imagine what kind of testimony will come out tomorrow. (I'm guessing Moe will be a witness in court tomorrow... Moe and maybe the puppet.)
Maya:
Don't worry Nick. No matter what, we've still got a magician on our side!!
Phoenix:
That's good, because we might need some magic tomorrow...
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Turnabout Big Top
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
December 29, 9:43 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 5
Max:
...
Phoenix:
Good morning Max.
Max:
...
Maya:
Max?
Max:
Mil... Milk...
Maya:
What?
Max:
If I don't have a glass of milk before I go on stage... I just can't function sweetie.
Maya:
St-Stage? Don't worry... There won't be a stage. All you have to do is sit down.
Max:
I guess...
Maya:
Nick. Max is really nervous.
Phoenix:
That's understandable.
Max:
Hey! My sweeties!!
Phoenix:
W-What!?
Max:
You don't think I should fly, do you?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Max:
You know... You've got to make a good first impression! When I enter the room, maybe I should fly in and warm up the crowd a little...
Phoenix:
No no no no no... We can't be having you flying around the courtroom... It just wouldn't be right. Imagine if you hit someone!
Maya:
Don't worry Max... Just do what Nick says and everything will be OK.
Max:
Oh sweetie!!
Phoenix:
What is it this time, Max?
Max:
Why don't you try flying into the courtroom?
Phoenix:
...
Max:
I can see it now... The dashing young lawyer flying fabulously in from above! One glimpse of that, and everyone in the room will be on your side!
Maya:
Max... Really... No one needs to fly today. ... Nick? What's with that look in your eyes?
Phoenix:
(I like the sound of that... "Dashing young lawyer flying fabulously...")
December 29, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
And now the case of one...
Phoenix:
...
von Karma:
...
Judge:
... What!?
von Karma:
Your Honor! Get on with it!
Judge:
Oh... Sorry... I just realized that the defendant's name is Billy Bob Johns.
Phoenix:
So...
Judge:
Well, isn't the defendant also known as Maximillion Galactica?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor, he does often go by that name.
Judge:
You know, my grandchild is a huge fan of his. I think everyone here wouldn't mind if we call the defendant Maximillion Galactica... It sounds more... Friendly.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I wonder if that is to our advantage?)
Judge:
Ms. von Karma. Your opening statement if you please.
von Karma:
...I hope you didn't bother thinking you'd win this one Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
Eh?
von Karma:
That spirit channeling trial was a sham! I refuse to acknowledge its legitimacy! It did not count! Do you hear me!?
Phoenix:
(She must still be upset about what happened last time...)
von Karma:
You have no chance. Zero. Zilch. Nada. I'm not losing this case! Why, you ask? Because it is not in the nature of a Von Karma to lose at anything!!
Maya:
I guess being born with the name Von Karma is a free pass to be arrogant and annoying.
von Karma:
Watch and learn, Mr. Phoenix Wright! I'll show you the textbook procedure for proving how absolutely guilty you are!!
Phoenix:
M-M-M-Me!? ... Guilty!? What are you talking about!?
von Karma:
...It will be my ultimate revenge...
Maya:
Her dad is gone you know...
von Karma:
The prosecution is finished. Let's hurry and wrap up this waste of time.
Judge:
You may call your first witness Ms. von Karma.
von Karma:
Detective Dick Gumshoe! Get up there! NOW!!
von Karma:
Sorry to keep you from work, as I'm sure you need every penny you can earn, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Don't mention it! It's no trouble at all! I've been looking forward to this.
von Karma:
Very well. I would like you to begin by shedding light on the events in question.
Gumshoe:
At your service, sir.
Judge:
Alright, Detective. You may proceed with your testimony.
Witness Testimony
-- Details of the Events --
Gumshoe:
The night of the crime, snow was falling until 9:40 PM, making it extremely cold out.
All of the circus performers gathered in the Big Top to practice their routines.
The practice session broke up around 10 PM.
The murder itself took place in the plaza in front of the lodging house at 10:15 PM.
The victim was found bent over a wooden box dead as a doornail.
The cause of death was blunt force trauma that snapped a vertebrae in his neck.
Judge:
I see... He was beaten to death.
Gumshoe:
Here is the autopsy report for the victim.
Judge:
The court accept* ([sic]) this into evidence.
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
A blunt object... Hmm... Very well... Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- Details of the Events --
Gumshoe:
The night of the crime, snow was falling until 9:40 PM, making it extremely cold out.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Let me ask you about the snow...
Gumshoe:
It was nearly a blizzard up until the time of the crime.
Phoenix:
Did it pile up?
Gumshoe:
It wasn't such a big deal... Maybe about an inch and a half was on the ground. The snow froze in place and stayed on the ground until the next day.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... The snow... Let me see... There's got to be more to this...)
Maya:
Eh? What's the matter? Nick?
Phoenix:
I need to take a look at the Court Record...
Judge:
Mr. Gumshoe, what were the members of the circus doing on the night of the crime?
Press (after picking third choice at fifth statement and pressing sixth statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Let me ask you about the snow...
Gumshoe:
It was nearly a blizzard up until the time of the crime.
Phoenix:
Did it pile up?
Gumshoe:
It wasn't such a big deal... Maybe about an inch and a half was on the ground. The snow froze in place and stayed on the ground until the next day.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... The snow... Let me see... There's got to be more to this...)
Maya:
Eh? What's the matter? Nick?
Phoenix:
I need to take a look at the Court Record...
Leads to:
"Well, I think we have a good feel for the details of the event now."
Gumshoe:
All of the circus performers gathered in the Big Top to practice their routines.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
When you say "all of the circus performers"... Who do you mean?
Gumshoe:
Everyone but the dancers and staff were there. Regina the animal tamer, Moe the clown, Ben the Ventriloquist... And of course, the defendant, Maximillion Galactica, and his victim, the Ringmaster. Oh, I almost forgot... Regent the tiger was there as well.
Phoenix:
Out of curiosity, what about the circus monkey?
Gumshoe:
When I was investigating yesterday, he happened to snatch my wristwatch.
Judge:
Detective, you are welcome to file a police report AFTER these proceedings!
Gumshoe:
The practice session broke up around 10 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
After the practice was over, where did everyone head off to...?
Gumshoe:
Regina was playing with Regent, while Moe went back to his room tired from work... Ben the ventriloquist went to the front gate absorbed in his own world... The Ringmaster and Max went off to the Ringmaster's room to talk privately.
Judge:
Talk privately, huh? That's awfully suspicious... You wouldn't happen to know what they were talking about would you?
Gumshoe:
It seems they were negotiating Max's salary...
Phoenix:
(Actually, Max was asking for Regina's hand in marriage!)
Gumshoe:
The murder itself took place in the plaza in front of the lodging house at 10:15 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I'd like you to be a bit more specific about the events at 10:15 PM.
Gumshoe:
Uh... Umm... OK... Not a problem, pal. We've got a witness that told us how the whole thing went down. OWWW!!
von Karma:
This is totally meaningless. Time to move on!
Judge:
Hmm... Alright... We'll just have to revisit that testimony later. Detective Gumshoe, would you mind telling us how the victim met his end?
Gumshoe:
The victim was found bent over a wooden box dead as a doornail.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A "wooden box"?
Gumshoe:
That's right. The victim must have been carrying the wooden box when he was killed.
Judge:
Carrying the box, huh?
Gumshoe:
It was a rather strange wooden box, Your Honor.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Gumshoe:
Well... It was much heavier than it looked... Not to mention it was locked.
Judge:
Locked, you say?
Wooden Box added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(This may be my only chance, so I might as well ask some questions...)
About the Wooden Box
Phoenix:
This wooden box... You figure it weighs about 20 pounds, right?
Gumshoe:
Sounds about right. The whole thing is lined with iron.
Phoenix:
Iron plating? Why do you think it's lined with iron?
Gumshoe:
I figure they just did it to make the box heavier... Yeowch!!
von Karma:
I think we could all do without your guesses, Detective. Stick to what little you actually know!
Gumshoe:
S-S-Sorry... Suffice it to say, the box is really heavy.
von Karma:
Much better. You may continue on, Detective.
Leads back to corss-examination
About the lock
Phoenix:
You said the box was locked. How exactly was it locked?
Gumshoe:
Well... It had quite a sturdy lock on it. It took quite a bit to open that bad boy up.
Phoenix:
So, when you found the box, it was locked, correct?
Gumshoe:
Yes, it was. Some of the forensics team took it back to the precinct to crack it open.
Judge:
I see... Continue Detective Gumshoe.
Leads back to corss-examination
About the contents
Phoenix:
Do you mind telling us what was inside that box?
Gumshoe:
Well, when we found the box, it was locked tighter than Fort Knox. So we took it back to the station and cracked it open. All that was inside was this little bottle...
Judge:
Bottle? What is that, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Exactly what it looks like Your Honor. It's a condiment bottle.
Phoenix:
What's inside the bottle?
Gumshoe:
It's filled with... Pepper.
Judge:
Pepper...? Why in the world was it locked in that big box?
Phoenix:
(There was only one little bottle in that huge box...?)
Maya:
I wonder if that has some sort of special meaning?
Small Seasoning Bottle added to the Court Record.
Leads back to corss-examination
Gumshoe:
The cause of death was blunt force trauma that snapped a vertebrae in his neck.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
According to the Autopsy Report, the murder weapon was a blunt object, correct?
Gumshoe:
You've done your homework, pal.
Phoenix:
And you haven't found this murder weapon, have you?
von Karma:
The police are searching for it as we speak.
Gumshoe:
My theory is that it is something the perpetrator ran off with.
Judge:
You would think so... Especially since you didn't find it on the scene.
Gumshoe:
No no no... I bet he made it disappear with magic... Ho ho ho!
Maya:
There wasn't much that we could go after Gumshoe with this time...
Phoenix:
He gave us the facts, as he saw them. But there's gotta be more to this.
Maya:
I didn't see anything... But that's why you're the lawyer and I'm the medium.
After pressing first and sixth statements and picking third choice at fifth statement:
Judge:
Well, I think we have a good feel for the details of the event now.
Phoenix:
(I guess that's all we're gonna get out of Gumshoe in this case...)
Maya:
You mean all we're gonna get out of him is that little bottle of pepper?
von Karma:
Now that we have wrapped up with the Detective, I'd like to call my next witness.
Gumshoe:
Eh? I'm not even off the stand yet!
von Karma:
Obviously... But that's due to you being slow and unable to take a hint!
Gumshoe:
I dunno, but "wrapped up" has such a mean sound to it... I'm a sensitive guy...
Judge:
Thank you very much, Detective Gumshoe. You may step down. Ms. von Karma. Call your next witness.
von Karma:
I would like to call Mr. Benjamin Woodman to the stand.
Phoenix:
(She must be talking about Ben the ventriloquist...)
Maya:
I wonder if Trilo will show up on the stand as well...?
von Karma:
Please state your name and occupation for the record.
Trilo:
My full name is Trilo Quist. I am employed as an opera tenor.
Judge:
Ex-Excuse me! The witness called to the stand was one Mr. Benjamin Woodman, Ventriloquist.
Trilo:
That robe must be cutting off your circulation. I said that I was a singer!! Maybe you don't believe me. Fine. I'll grace you with a song. *Ahem*... Mi mi mi mi mi! The world of the law... Exciting and daring... Guilt or innocence... Decided by a judge dressed up like a woman!! ...Well, what do you think?
von Karma:
...
Judge:
...
Maya:
It had a good rhythm...
Phoenix:
It's just the lyrics... They leave something to be desired, so to speak.
Ben:
T-Trilo! You know better than to insult a judge!!
Trilo:
Shuddup! Just look at your nose. You would think you'd have the sense to fix it!! It's so ugly I want to punch you in the face on the off change swelling would help. You know that your nose is the reason you'll never be an A-List star.
Maya:
Celebrities must really enjoy saying everything that flashes into their minds.
Judge:
What's going on here!? Order! Order! I demand to know who the witness is!!
Ben:
Don't... Don't worry about me, sir. I'll let Trilo handle this.
Judge:
I'm not worried about you one bit... I'm worried about getting testimony in my court! OUCH!!
von Karma:
You won't get anywhere trying to figure out this witness! Now let's proceed!
Witness Testimony
-- What You Witnessed --
Trilo:
Once practice was over, I left the tent with the stooge... I mean clown.
Once we got to the lodging house, I ditched him and went over to the plaza.
That's when I saw Max heading towards the scene of the crime.
He was the only one heading that way... How could that punk not be the killer!?
Then the police showed up, and took magic boy away.
von Karma:
You saw Maximillion Galactica heading towards the scene? You're sure of that?
Trilo:
Without a doubt. He had on his silk hat, cloak, and the dumb white roses on his chest. How can you mistake someone with that crazy get-up and his nose stuck up so high...
Judge:
Th-That's enough... I think we all get the picture. Just one thing... You said you "ditched" the clown.
Trilo:
That's right, dress-boy.
Judge:
Well, since you weren't with him, couldn't that mean the clown committed the crime?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He's got a point.)
von Karma:
What a shame... It was a nice theory, but the clown can't be the criminal.
Judge:
Why's that?
von Karma:
Here's absolute proof.
Judge:
A... silk hat?
von Karma:
This was found at the scene of the crime. It belongs to the defendant.
Phoenix:
Ah...
von Karma:
Without question, he was wearing his signature hat during practice. If the clown was the murderer, there would be no reason for this hat to be at the scene.
Judge:
Hmm... Well done, Ms. von Karma. Your prosecutorial skills are unrivaled. Well done.
von Karma:
Thank you for stating the obvious... Mr. Phoenix Wright, what do you have to say?
Phoenix:
O-OK... (I guess she's the boss again today...)
Cross Examination
-- What You Witnessed --
Trilo:
Once practice was over, I left the tent with the stooge... I mean clown.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The clown... You're talking about Moe?
Trilo:
Of course I'm talking about that old fart. He's so pathetic, I can't stand him! Just a little bit of exercise and his makeup is running all over the place... Once practice was over, he was 9/10ths of the way to keeling over for good...
Phoenix:
Poor guy...
Trilo:
We didn't have any choice, so Ben took him back to his room. When it comes to being a first place loser, that guy's ahead of the pack!
Judge:
Hmm... Then what happened?
Trilo:
Once we got to the lodging house, I ditched him and went over to the plaza.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What did you do then?
Trilo:
I went over to the Plaza to do some thinking.
Phoenix:
It was awfully cold out that night... Especially with all the snow around... Wouldn't thinking in your nice warm lodging house have been a better idea?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright. I think you should leave the thinking to the witness.
Phoenix:
(But I'm a good thunker* ([sic])! At least my teachers always said I was...)
Trilo:
That's when I saw Max heading towards the scene of the crime.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure it was really Max Galactica?
Trilo:
Of course I'm sure. How could you mistake someone wearing such a snobby 3 piece get-up!
Phoenix:
Snobby 3 piece get-up?
Trilo:
Get the wax out of your ears! Lawyers nowadays... You're like talking to a brick wall! Max's 3 piece get-up! Jeez! Could you be any more dense! All together now!
"SILK HAT! CLOAK! WHITE ROSES!"
Trilo:
Thank you!
Maya:
Nick, I think you should put a little bit more effort into preparing your questions...
Trilo:
He was the only one heading that way... How could that punk not be the killer!?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You saw Max and only Max, right Trilo?
Trilo:
That's right. And that makes him the killer! There was only one person headed that way that night.
Judge:
Hmm... That makes quite a bit of sense and makes Max one suspicious character...
Phoenix:
(There's more to this story than meets the eye... Is there something amiss in this?)
No problems.
Phoenix:
(I can't really see anything wrong with what Ben... I mean Trilo said.)
Maya:
Maybe you should take a step back and look things over again, Nick.
There is no proof it was Max.
Phoenix:
Wait a second! There's no proof that the witness saw Maximillion Galactica...
Trilo:
Hey! Hey! You still don't get it, do ya? I saw what I saw... It was Max's 3 piece joke of a costume! Alright! Lets* ([sic]) say it all together now!
"SILK HAT! CLOAK! WHITE ROSES!"
Trilo:
Thank you!
Judge:
I think you should study up on your celebrities, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Great, I'm getting shut down by a toy!)
Ben only saw Max?
Phoenix:
That's a bit strange, don't you think?
Trilo:
What's strange!?
Phoenix:
That you only saw Max... Doesn't it seem like you should have seen someone else as well?
Judge:
What? Where are you going with this, Mr. Wright? Who else do you suppose this witness could have seen?
Present Russell Berry profile (before correctly presenting Regina Berry profile on fifth statement)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
That's the... victim...
Phoenix:
That's correct. If Trilo was at the entrance to the plaza... He should have seen the Ringmaster as well! Ah-hah!
von Karma:
Obviously the Ringmaster arrived at the scene of the crime before the witness could have seen him! Anyone with sense could have figured that one out!
Phoenix:
What are you talking about!? The Ringmaster and Max went together to the Ringmaster's room!
von Karma:
Is that according to the defendant? A likely story! If Maximillion Galactica was supposed to be in the Ringmaster's room, why was he, just as the witness stated... At the scene of the crime!?
Phoenix:
Ahh!!
Judge:
I see... It seems that at this stage I have no reason to doubt this witness' testimony. And there are clearly no conclusive contradictions.
Phoenix:
He's right...
von Karma:
A brilliant judgment Your Honor. Now let's move along with the testimony!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Russell Berry profile (after correctly presenting Regina Berry profile on fifth statement)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
That's the... victim...
Phoenix:
That's correct. If Trilo was at the entrance to the plaza... He should have seen the Ringmaster as well! Ah-hah!
von Karma:
Obviously the Ringmaster arrived at the scene of the crime before the witness could have seen him! Anyone with sense could have figured that one out!
Phoenix:
What are you talking about!? The Ringmaster and Max went together to the Ringmaster's room!
von Karma:
Is that according to the defendant? A likely story! If Maximillion Galactica was supposed to be in the Ringmaster's room, why was he, just as the witness stated... At the scene of the crime!?
Phoenix:
Ahh!!
Judge:
I see...
Leads to:
"Alright! There is obviously a reason why this witness was there that night!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Trilo:
...
Ben:
...
Trilo:
Don't hold your tongue Ben! It's your job to answer all the stupid questions.
Ben:
I'm sorry Trilo...
Phoenix:
(I've gotta find a way to get more information out of this witness...)
Maya:
Think about it some more Nick! I'm sure you'll come up with something!!
Press (after correctly presenting Russell Berry profile)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You saw Max and only Max that night?
Trilo:
Jeez, you're persistent. You can ask all you want, my answer won't change! The only person I saw that night was Maximillion Galactica!
Phoenix:
(He really needs to improve his manners...)
von Karma:
You've heard what he has to say. Let him continue with his testimony!
Trilo:
Then the police showed up, and took magic boy away.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Around what time did the police arrive at the scene?
Trilo:
Hmm... I suppose that would have been around... Hey, what time was it!?
Ben:
Huh!? Umm... I think it was around... I'd say a bit after 10:30 PM... I think...
Phoenix:
Practice ended at 10 PM so you hung around the lodging house the entire time?
Ben:
I... I... I... I guess that sounds about right...
Phoenix:
Wasn't it awfully cold? I can't believe you'd just stand outside in that weather!
Ben:
Well... Uh... The truth is...
Trilo:
Will you shut up, you big nosed dope! Why are you telling him anything extra!? Why can't you believe that we'd just stand outside in that weather?
Phoenix:
Well, maybe you were waiting for someone?
Trilo:
W-W-W-W-WHAT!? WHO SAID WE WERE WAITING FOR SOMEONE!?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright! We can all do without your off-handed theories!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But! This witness! He's cracking under the pressure already! I'm on to something!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright! Who do you suppose the witness was waiting for out in the cold that night?
Present Regina Berry profile (before correctly presenting Russell Berry profile on fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, if he was waiting outside in the cold, it was for one person... And one person only! He was waiting for the animal tamer, Regina!
Trilo:
WAAAAHHHH!!
Phoenix:
You were waiting outside for Regina to come back to the lodging house. Am I mistaken?
Trilo:
...
Judge:
Is this true?
Ben:
Well... I... Umm... You can't really ask me that question...
Trilo:
Who cares who I was waiting for that night! What's important is what I saw! Don't you forget it!!
Judge:
Well well well... The puppet may be a bit stiff, but he's right.
Phoenix:
Eh...
Judge:
It seems that at this stage I have no reason to doubt this witness' testimony. And there are clearly no conclusive contradictions.
Phoenix:
He's right...
von Karma:
A brilliant judgment Your Honor. Now let's move along with the testimony!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Regina Berry profile (after correctly presenting Russell Berry profile on fourth statement)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, if he was waiting outside in the cold, it was for one person... And one person only! He was waiting for the animal tamer, Regina!
Trilo:
WAAAAHHHH!!
Phoenix:
You were waiting outside for Regina to come back to the lodging house. Am I mistaken?
Trilo:
...
Judge:
Is this true?
Ben:
Well... I... Umm... You can't really ask me that question...
Trilo:
Who cares who I was waiting for that night! What's important is what I saw! Don't you forget it!!
Judge:
Well well well... The puppet may be a bit stiff, but he's right.
Phoenix:
Eh...
Leads to:
"Alright! There is obviously a reason why this witness was there that night!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Trilo:
...
Ben:
...
Trilo:
Don't hold your tongue Ben! It's your job to answer all the stupid questions.
Ben:
I'm sorry Trilo...
Phoenix:
(I've gotta find a way to get more information out of this witness...)
Maya:
Think about it some more Nick! I'm sure you'll come up with something!!
Maya:
Hmm... Trilo wouldn't happen to have an ulterior motive for incriminating Max, would he?
Phoenix:
Well, Max is part of that bitter love triangle with Regina. Which is probably why Max conked him over the head.
Maya:
Umm Nick... Wasn't Ben the one who got knocked over the head?
Phoenix:
Uh... Yeah... I think so... I dunno anymore!
Phoenix:
Alright! There is obviously a reason why this witness was there that night! He spent all that time waiting for Regina to arrive! Moreover... Even if someone else would've walked right in front of him, I doubt he would have paid them a second thought!
Trilo:
AHHHH!!
Judge:
That makes perfect sense.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
What did you just say!? The witness saw the defendant at the scene of the crime!!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
However, he did not see the victim on the way to his eventual demise! If you accept that, then you must accept that there is a high likelihood that... He could have missed someone else other than Max heading to the scene! OWWW!!
von Karma:
There is absolutely no proof that the witness was waiting for the animal tamer!
Trilo:
Umm... Umm... I guess you got me... Alright! Alright! I'll spill the beans for real this time! It's true. I was waiting for Regina.
Ben:
PAIN!!
von Karma:
Don't volunteer things!!
Judge:
Mr. Quist, tell us the truth this time... And I mean the whole truth! Were you or were you not waiting for Regina at the entrance to the lodging house?
Trilo:
I was! I was waiting to propose to her!!
Judge:
You were what!? Waiting to... Propose!?
Trilo:
What's the matter!? You think that humans have a monopoly on marriage!?
Judge:
That... The matter of puppet marriage is not under review in this case!
Trilo:
You're the judge! I mean, look at your horrible outfit!!
Ben:
MORE PAIN!!
von Karma:
Hmph. Thanks to your bumbling, my perfect plan is not so perfect anymore! Now we have to waste time getting to the bottom of some silly proposal by a puppet!!
Witness Testimony
-- About the Proposal --
Trilo:
Don't be so surprised that I was going to propose to Regina!
I even had something to give to her...
I kept it in my pocket, waiting for the change to propose and give it to her.
Of course, I also had it in my pocket that night. It was a present for her.
In the end, I wasn't able to give it to her, so I've still got it in my pocket!
Judge:
You were going to propose... You... A puppet...
Trilo:
Don't be so obtuse! Just because I'm a puppet doesn't mean I can't love!
Judge:
I guess you're right... Just because I'm old doesn't mean I couldn't propose to her too!
Trilo:
Exactly!
Phoenix:
(His Honor is looking a little less than honorable right now...)
Judge:
OK Mr. Wright... Please continue with your examination... *sigh*
Maya:
Aww... Did you hear that? His sigh seemed a little wistful.
Cross Examination
-- About the Proposal --
Trilo:
Don't be so surprised that I was going to propose to Regina!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
By proposal, you mean proposing marriage, correct? To Regina.
Trilo:
Of course that's what I meant! What kinda stupid question is that!? I wasn't going to propose that we become sort of outlaw biker gang together!! Right, Ben!?
Ben:
Ye-Yeah...
Trilo:
Got it!? That's the truth!
Trilo:
I even had something to give to her...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What was it exactly that you planned on giving her?
Trilo:
You know exactly what I was going to give her, numbskull! The only thing I could find that could match Regina's beauty!
von Karma:
Answer his question! What was it!?
Trilo:
You're gonna die when you hear this... It's an engagement ring!!
von Karma:
An
Judge:
Engagement Ring!?!?
Phoenix:
(Wow... Those two nearly fell out of their chairs!)
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright's joke has gone too far! Time for this to end right here!
Phoenix:
(Franziska's whip looks like it's about to lash out at almost anything... One hit from that thing will probably shut someone up for a long time...)
Pain equals bad
Phoenix:
(I think I'm gonna live to fight another day and shut up now...)
Maya:
Nick! Don't be such a coward!
Push on anyway
Phoenix:
It may be something of a joke, but this is a historic moment! The first time that a puppet has ever proposed to a human being... OWWW!!
von Karma:
I advise you to cut this argument short...
Judge:
I'm going to have to agree with the defense here. Will the witness please revise their testimony... Specifically about the engagement ring... I'd like to stick to facts, not sociology.
Trilo:
You sure do enjoy sweating the details, especially for a man in a black bath robe...
Change statement:
"I even had something to give to her..." to "I planned on giving an engagement ring to Regina..."
Trilo:
I planned on giving an engagement ring to Regina...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
An engagement ring...?
Trilo:
Uh huh! It's actually a diamond shaped stone cut from glass! Even more brilliant than the real thing! I think Regina is going to love it!
Phoenix:
(It's just a ring...)
Maya:
What's the matter, Nick?
Phoenix:
Well... There's got to be something I can catch him on...
Trilo:
I kept it in my pocket, waiting for the change to propose and give it to her.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Who's pocket was the ring in?
Trilo:
Mine of course! What a stupid question!! You've got to be kidding me! You think Ben could pull that off!?
Ben:
I-I'm s-s-sorry... R-R-Really...
Trilo:
You don't have to apologize for that!! He's the one who should be apologizing!!
Phoenix:
(Really?)
Present Ring (after changing second statement)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Trilo, do you mind if I show you something?"
Trilo:
Of course, I also had it in my pocket that night. It was a present for her.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you went to the lodging house to give it to her?
Trilo:
That's right! I tried to give it to her during practice so many times that I lost count, but... That uppity snob kept getting in the way!
Max:
Uppity snob!? He couldn't possibly be talking about me... Maximillion Galactica! When I get a hold of him, I'm gonna saw his wood block in half... And not with magic!!
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
Well... They always say that love creates rivalries.
Judge:
So what about this present?
Present Ring (after changing second statement)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Trilo, do you mind if I show you something?"
Trilo:
In the end, I wasn't able to give it to her, so I've still got it in my pocket!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you are still thinking of trying to give it to Regina...?
Trilo:
Of course I am! I spent three months salary on this thing! I'm not gonna give up that easily!
Maya:
Hmm, I wonder how much he receives for appearing in the circus?
Phoenix:
Probably way more than he deserves.
Present Ring (after changing second statement)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Trilo, do you mind if I show you something?"
Maya:
How about it Nick?
Phoenix:
I think it's time to unwrap this toy's testimony.
Maya:
That's the spirit Nick! Give him heck!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, the judge has that dazed look again. Maybe he should get out more.)
Phoenix:
Trilo, do you mind if I show you something?
Ben:
What is it?
Trilo:
What are you talking about!?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... Looks like they're going to double team me now...) Do you recognize this ring?
Trilo:
Ah! That's... That's... That's mine!! Give it back! Thief! Thief!
Phoenix:
Didn't you just testify about this very object? I believe you said... "In the end, I wasn't able to give it to her, so I've still got it in my pocket!" Why then, do I have it right here...?
Trilo:
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHH!!
Judge:
What is going on here!?
Trilo:
That's... That's... Ben! Say something!!
Ben:
Eh? Don't put me on the spot like that Trilo!!
Phoenix:
I found this in Money's room...
Judge:
M-M-Money's room? You mean a room they put money, like a bank vault?
Trilo:
Hah! That filthy monkey is gonna get what's coming to him!!
Judge:
Mr. Quist, I would prefer if you avoided slandering innocent fiats in my court.
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor... Money really is a monkey... In every sense of the word.
Judge:
Ah. I see... Well then...
Phoenix:
Money likes to go after the shiniest things that he can find and gather them up.
Judge:
Shiny... Things?
Phoenix:
Trilo! When was this ring stolen from you?
Ben:
Well... I suppose it was... That time... You know... That night... The night of the crime...
von Karma:
What did you just say!?
Phoenix:
Details... I need more details...
Ben:
Well... It was stolen right after Max showed up in the plaza...
Phoenix:
Right about when you saw the defendant walk past, correct?
Ben:
Well... Umm... I guess you... Might... Umm... Be able to say that... The ring might have... Well... It could have been... Taken around that time...
???:
Oooo-Ooooh!
Ben:
Ahhhhh... Yeowwwwwwwww... Ohhhhhhhhhh...
Trilo:
Ben! What's with you!? ... Oh, whatever... It has nothing to do with anything! Especially not who committed the murder!!
Phoenix:
It's not for you to decide what has to do with what! Now Trilo! Back to the topic at hand!
Trilo:
I haven't admitted a thing! Not I... Mr. Trilo Quist!
Phoenix:
What did you do when the ring was taken Trilo?
Trilo:
You know exactly what I did! I chased after that ring snatching monkey Money!!
Phoenix:
But you weren't able to catch up with him were you?
Trilo:
It's all this slow loafy fool called Ben's fault! While he was fumbling his way through the snow, that dumb monkey was able to get away!
Judge:
That is indeed an incredible shame.
Phoenix:
Well... This does indeed prove one very important point.
von Karma:
Prove an important point!? What point could that possibly be?
Ben doesn't exercise enough.
Phoenix:
Obviously that one Mr. Benjamin Woodman is lacking in the area of exercise!!
Judge:
...
von Karma:
...
Trilo:
...
Phoenix:
This is clear from the testimony we have just listened to!! He was too slow and awkward to catch a monkey fleeing through the snow!!! (This revelation doesn't seem to be registering too well around the courtroom...)
Maya:
Maybe you should leave the courtroom drama for video games and rethink that one...
Phoenix:
Umm... OK.
Leads back to:
"Well... This does indeed prove one very important point."
Ben's testimony has a flaw.
Leads to:
"There is a huge contradiction in this witness' testimony!"
Phoenix:
There is a huge contradiction in this witness' testimony!
von Karma:
Co-Contradiction!?
Phoenix:
The witness just testified to the following effect-- Up until the police arrived, he didn't move from the entrance to the plaza. HOWEVER! The witness just stated that he chased after Money the monkey. When the witness was off chasing Money, there was no one watching the plaza!
von Karma:
What is the meaning of all this, Mr. Phoenix Wright!? Where are you going with this little theory of yours?
Phoenix:
I'm saying that there is no possible way that this witness saw the plaza the entire time! That's where I'm going with this little theory! Which leads me to my next point. It is entirely possible that someone other than the defendant was at the scene!
Judge:
Interesting Mr. Wright.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Well then tell me this, Mr. Phoenix Wright!! Do you have any proof that something slipped past this vigilant ventriloquist?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Well, he obviously didn't see the victim, the Ringmaster, arrive on the scene!
von Karma:
However, that doesn't change the fact that he saw the defendant arrive!
Phoenix:
The witness is lying! He is blinded by his rivalry with Max!
Judge:
Well... The defense's argument does hold water. This witness does have a history of animosity towards the defendant.
Trilo:
What!? How dare you!? I wouldn't lie just to get that dorkface in trouble! He's not even worth it!! I saw him! No doubt about it! I saw that worthless liar!
Judge:
Well... Just for clarity's sake, let's flesh out exactly who you saw on that night.
Trilo:
Hah! I've told you so many times, you'd think you'd know my story's not changing!
Phoenix:
(You've already changed your story stick boy! And I'm sure it will change some more.)
Maya:
Where there is one lie, there are usually many more behind it.
Phoenix:
Exactly, Maya. That's why we have to keep after him!
Maya:
Yeah!
Witness Testimony
-- Witnessing Max --
Trilo:
I'll give you that I was waiting that night for Regina.
But that doesn't change the fact that I saw Max in the plaza that night!
He showed up after I had been waiting there for about five minutes.
I said "good evening" to him, but he didn't even acknowledge my presence!
I'm absolutely sure it was him! I saw Maximillion Galactica at the scene!!
There's no way I could mistake someone wearing those three ridiculous symbols!
Judge:
Hmm...
von Karma:
So that means that Money didn't show up until after you saw Max?
Trilo:
That's right. Money ran up less than a minute after I saw Max.
Phoenix:
Then Money snatched the ring, and you went chasing after him?
Judge:
How long was it until you came back to where you were waiting?
Trilo:
Well. Let's see... I'd say about...
Ben:
I suppose five minutes. I think...
von Karma:
So the victim could have arrived on the scene in that five minute stretch.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Witnessing Max --
Trilo:
I'll give you that I was waiting that night for Regina.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you were only concerned with waiting for Regina that night?  That means you probably wouldn't have noticed if someone else showed up.
Trilo:
You should think about how many eyes I actually have. I've got four, you know! Four. F-O-U-R. Counting Ben of course... With that many eyes, do you really think something would have slipped by me?
Judge:
Four eyes is an awful lot of attention directed at one area, I suppose...
Phoenix:
(Yikes! The judge is even more dangerous to our case than Trilo!)
Trilo:
But that doesn't change the fact that I saw Max in the plaza that night!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you saw Max coming out of the Big Top that night?
Trilo:
Of course that's where I saw him coming from! I was staring at the entrance to the tent the entire time!
Phoenix:
(I guess that makes sense, especially since he was waiting for Regina.)
Trilo:
He showed up after I had been waiting there for about five minutes.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
About what time would you say these events took place?
Trilo:
You're one of the dumbest people on the planet if you can't figure it out yourself! You already know that practice finished promptly at 10 PM! And you already know that I went to the lodging house right after practice! You don't need to be a brain surgeon to know around what time it was when I saw him... Just add ten more minutes! I'm sure you can do that! Now what time was it?
Judge:
Indeed, what time was it?
Phoenix:
Hmm... What time was it? Lemme think about that for a second......... ...YEOW!! I'm no good at math!
von Karma:
*sigh* It was 10:10 PM!
Judge:
Ahhh, yes. That sounds about right!
Trilo:
It sounds about right because that's the time that I saw Max on the scene!
Trilo:
I said "good evening" to him, but he didn't even acknowledge my presence!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you testified that you said "good evening" to Max that night.
Trilo:
You must enjoy asking incredibly obvious questions! You say "good morning" in the morning, and "good afternoon" during the day, right? And it's obvious that I'd say "good night" to someone at night!!
Ben:
...
Trilo:
What Ben!? You've got something to add!? Lemme guess... "That's not it Trilo! You say 'good evening' at night!"
Ben:
Ah... I'm sorry Trilo...
Judge:
Mr. Quist, I would prefer if you kept your ventriloquist's act outside of the courtroom!
Trilo:
Impossible! A performer lives and breathes his performances! You should know better!!
Phoenix:
(There's got to be something wrong with this bit of testimony...)
Nothing especially
Phoenix:
(I guess it's kinda petty to bad mouth someone's performances...)
Maya:
I think so too... I guess you really are "Wright all the time!"
Phoenix:
Glad to see you finally coming around to that.
Judge:
Continue with the cross-examination please!
Trilo's evening greeting
Phoenix:
Isn't that a bit strange to you?
Trilo:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Well, if you hate Max so much, why would you bother being nice to him? It strikes me as somewhat strange.
Trilo:
Why would it strike you as strange?
von Karma:
Exactly! How is it strange to be cordial to one of your coworkers?
Phoenix:
Well... If it was simply just being cordial to a coworker I would understand... OWW!! That hurt!!
von Karma:
Maybe you should think of having some proof before your lips start flapping next time! Proof is everything in this world! You should have learned that back in grade school!!
Phoenix:
(There's no reason that Trilo would ever say something nice to Max... But how do I go about proving that with the evidence?)
Maya:
Bluffing is everything in this world! ...But I'm sure you already learned that one!!
Phoenix:
I guess I can give it a shot...
Judge:
The witness will resume his testimony.
Ben's half of the comedy act
Phoenix:
I hate to say it, but Ben's part of your little act is coming off a bit stale! I'm sure that if a pro was to review your work, he would say... OWWW!!
von Karma:
You're not trying to pass yourself off as a professional performer, are you? Don't get so wrapped up in yourself, Mr. Phoenix Wright! You! Should know! Better!
Phoenix:
OW! OWWW! AWWWWWW! THAT HURTS!!
von Karma:
That should have set him straight! You may proceed with your testimony, Witness.
Present Broken Bottle or Regina Berry profile
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Trilo, is it not true that you had a fight with Max on the day of the murder?"
Trilo:
I'm absolutely sure it was him! I saw Maximillion Galactica at the scene!!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You are 100% absolutely sure of what you just said?
Trilo:
I told you already! Jeez!! I am 100% absolutely sure!
von Karma:
There's no way that he could be any more confident than that, right?
Trilo:
There's no way I could mistake someone wearing those three ridiculous symbols!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Those three ridiculous symbols, huh?
Trilo:
Out of curiosity, exactly how many times have you asked that question by now? If you're gonna ask again, I'll answer with a chorus... Everyone together now!
Judge:
"SILK HAT!
Maya:
CLOAK!
WHITE ROSES!"
Trilo:
Thank you very much!
Phoenix:
Maya... You didn't have to join in did you!?
Maya:
But... It's fun shouting out with everyone else!!
Maya:
There has to be a hole in his testimony somewhere.
Phoenix:
I agree. But do we have the proof to make something stick?
Maya:
All we can do is try, right Nick!? We've gotta have something that will prove useful.
Phoenix:
All right, time to go to work.
Phoenix:
Trilo, is it not true that you had a fight with Max on the day of the murder?
von Karma:
A fight?
Phoenix:
A fight over Regina to be exact.
Trilo:
It wasn't that big of a deal! It was just an argument... A disagreement at most!
Phoenix:
A disagreement usually doesn't end with someone getting clonked over the head...
Trilo:
AHHHH!!
Phoenix:
That morning, Ben got clobbered over the head by Max, didn't he?
Judge:
Wh-What? Is that an admission of assault and battery? OUCH!!
von Karma:
Before we handle that, we should wrap up the defendant's murder charge first!
Phoenix:
The truth is that on the day of the crime, the defendant and witness had a huge fight! There is absolutely no way they would have suddenly become cordial that evening! Moreover, just consider the personality of the witness on stand! There is no way a puppet this lewd would just up and say "good evening" to his rival!
Trilo:
GWWAAAAHHHH!!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Are you saying this witness is lying!? That he is trying to frame the defendant by claiming to have seen him at the crime scene!?
Trilo:
I-I-I... I didn't tell a single lie! Honestly! I just...
Judge:
That's enough from you Mr. Quist! Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Let's clarify this testimony for the court... Could you explain your theory about who the witness actually saw that night?
He didn't see anyone.
Phoenix:
Of course, the witness did not see a soul that night.
Judge:
I see...
Trilo:
Who... Who do you think you are to just up and decide what it is I saw that night!?
von Karma:
A fool can only understand a foolish foolery uttered by the most foolish of fools. The witness "didn't see anyone"... You wouldn't happen to have proof to back up that statement, would you?
Phoenix:
*gulp*
Maya:
Nick, I just thought of something... If Ben and Trilo really didn't see anyone that night, they wouldn't have testified that they greeted someone that night, would they?
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean?
Maya:
I think that Trilo really did say "good evening" to someone that night.
Phoenix:
But... Trilo and Max... They were in the middle of a huge fight.
Judge:
Maybe you should think this over some more on your own time, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"Let's clarify this testimony for the court..."
He saw the defendant.
Phoenix:
Of course he saw the defendant! How could he miss Maximillion Galactica!? OWWWW!!
von Karma:
You said that Trilo would have no reason to greet Max if they had met that night! You said that, did you not!? Mr. Phoenix Wright!!
Phoenix:
Ahh...
von Karma:
"Ahh..." is not the correct answer!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I'm afraid that "Ahh" has just landed the defense a penalty!
Phoenix:
(Foiled again...)
Maya:
Nick, you've got to think about things a bit more and give it another shot!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know... (And by the looks of things I've gotta hurry up!)
Leads back to:
"Let's clarify this testimony for the court..."
He saw a different person.
Leads to:
"It is my belief that the witness did indeed see someone that night..."
Phoenix:
It is my belief that the witness did indeed see someone that night... It was just someone else! That's who he said "good evening" to.
von Karma:
What kind of theory is that!?
Phoenix:
The correct one. Furthermore, I don't believe the person the witness saw was Max at all.
von Karma:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
If he had truly met Max that night, there would have been no greeting at all. Which means there is only one proper answer. The person the witness saw that night was not Maximillion Galactica. That is why Trilo made the effort to greet whoever it was that he saw that evening. Or "good evening" as he put it.
Trilo:
Uhh...
von Karma:
What in the world... You...
Judge:
Would the defense kindly explain who it was Trilo saw that evening then?
Present Russell Berry profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Considering the ill temper of this witness, there is only one person he would greet!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is the person that this witness felt the need to greet that night!
Judge:
Hmm... How about it, Mr. Quist?
Trilo:
How about you stop asking me these ridiculous questions! You can show me all the crappy pictures you'd like, there's not one I wouldn't greet!
Ben:
...
Trilo:
What the oak are you doing, Woodman? You better not say, "Trilo watch your mouth!"
Ben:
Ahh... Well... OK. Sorry about that, Trilo.
Judge:
Order! ORDER! There will be order in my courtroom! Mr. Wright!!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, now I've done it!)
Judge:
You better rethink this line of questioning before I lose my patience with you!!
Leads back to:
"Would the defense kindly explain who it was Trilo saw that evening then?"
Phoenix:
Considering the ill temper of this witness, there is only one person he would greet!
Judge:
It must be Regina! It's Regina right!? She's so cute!!
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor, it is not Regina. If it was Regina, Trilo would have given her the engagement ring as a present.
Judge:
Oh... Yeah... I suppose you've got a point there.
von Karma:
It was Russell Berry. The victim himself, was it not?
Phoenix:
You are correct. It was indeed Russell Berry.
Trilo:
...!
Phoenix:
The person you saw that evening was the victim, the Ringmaster, Russell Berry. That's why you greeted him Trilo. Isn't that correct?
Trilo:
... *gulp*
Phoenix:
Answer the question, Mr. Quist!
Trilo:
WAAAAHHHH!! AH!
Judge:
ORDER! ORDER! How do you respond to this!?
Trilo:
Wa-Wait a second!! Well, at first I thought it was the old man! But! But! Once I got a better look at him, it was obviously Maximillion Galactica!
Judge:
I think it is high time that we clear the air about this question! Mr. Quist obviously witnessed a single person in the area of the plaza that evening. The problem is identifying exactly who that person was... Was it Maximillion Galactica? Or was it the Ringmaster, one Mr. Russell Berry?
von Karma:
The prosecution argues that it was the defendant that the witness saw that night! The witness has clearly stated that he saw the defendant's three symbols!
Phoenix:
Three symbols?
Trilo:
Alright... This is getting old. C'mon man! You've gotta remember them by now!! Here we go again! Everyone... All together now!! OWWWWW!!
von Karma:
Yes, yes... We know... The silk hat, cloak, and white roses...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
A silk hat and a cloak! Anyone could wear them! They'd even look good on me!
von Karma:
What was that!?
Phoenix:
Well, the witness has endlessly repeated that he saw Max's three symbols... However, how do we really know it was Maximillion Galactica? It could have been someone else, dressed up as him. Possibly even Russell Berry!
von Karma:
WHAT!?
Judge:
Ms. von Karma.
von Karma:
...
Judge:
Do you have clear evidence that the person the witness saw was the defendant?
von Karma:
Well... I...
Judge:
If that's the case, then it is impossible for me to make a judgment at this point.
Phoenix:
(Yes! I think we've finally won a point in this one!!)
von Karma:
... That is very... Unfortunate.
Phoenix:
Huh?
von Karma:
You're just a little too excited for your own good, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that?
von Karma:
You merely established one thing from this witness. You established that this witness saw one person in the plaza that night. I applaud you on your effort, but...
Judge:
But...?
von Karma:
Who that person was can only be answered by the next witness!
Phoenix:
HUH!?
von Karma:
Your Honor, the prosecution will provide, beyond a shadow of a doubt, an answer to that question, and evidence that clearly establishes one thing. That there is no one other than Maximillion Galactica responsible for this crime!
Judge:
Very well. The court will take a 10 minute recess. During that time, I request the prosecution prepare their next witness. Court is now in recess!
To be continued.
December 29, 11:54 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 5
Max:
Sw-Sweetie! You have to believe me! I didn't go anywhere near that crime scene!
Maya:
So then where were you when the murder took place?
Max:
We talked about it yesterday remember? I was in the Ringmaster's room!
Phoenix:
And while you were there, it was the Ringmaster who left the room, right?
Max:
Exactly. He told me to wait in the room because he would "be right back".
Maya:
That's when the Ringmaster headed to the scene of the crime... Right?
Phoenix:
That's what it seems like.
Maya:
But... The Ringmaster must've been wearing Max's costume. Right?
Max:
Oh! Sweetie! I just remembered! I went straight to the Ringmaster's room still dressed in my stage clothes. But when I got there, I went ahead and took the costume off.
Maya:
Which means?
Phoenix:
It means that the Ringmaster could have taken his costume, and went out looking like Max!
Max:
FABULOUS! That's a fabulously possible possibility!
Maya:
Heh Heh... Well done Nick.
Max:
However, sweetie... Why would the Ringmaster want to dress up like me? Isn't that a bit strange?
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Max:
If you think about it, all they found at the crime scene was my silk hat. What about my cloak? Where did that go?
Phoenix:
Double hmm...
Maya:
Wow Max. I never thought of that. You should be a detective or something!
Max:
Well, I was never quite sure what to be when I grew up... Magician or President? You have no idea how hard it was to make a decision!
Maya:
That's really cool...
Phoenix:
(Fabulous... This mystery just keeps getting deeper...)
December 29, 12:06 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Now that everyone is back, let's get started. The court is now back in session. Ms. von Karma, please proceed with the prosecution's case.
von Karma:
Very well... I will now call my next witness. A pitiful clown with the unfortunate distinction of having seen the entire thing. Will Mr. Lawrence Curls please take the stand!
Phoenix:
(Why did she just call him a "pitiful" clown?)
von Karma:
The witness will state his name and occupation for the court record.
Moe:
...
von Karma:
...
Moe:
... In West Clownadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent my clowin...
von Karma:
... Name and occupation.
Judge:
Will the witness please inform the court why he is speaking autobiographical gibberish?
Moe:
O-Oh... I-I'm sorry... I'm just not used to being in court. I've never been in a courtroom in my life. I wasn't quite sure what joke is best suited to this sort of occasion.
Judge:
What in the world are you talking about!? You're in a grand hall of justice, not some comedy club! Since it's easy to see your occupation, please state your name for the court.
Moe:
... Oh... Yeah... Maybe this joke is OK... "Mom, do I have to wear pants?" "The sign only says no shirt, no shoes, no service." Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
.....................
Moe:
OK! OK! How about this? "Have you met my proctologist? Dr. Seymour Butts!!" How was that one!? Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! ...But a couple of clowns, they were up to no good... Started makin' trouble in...
von Karma:
Your name...
Moe:
Lawrence Curls. Professional funnyman, also known as Moe the clown.
von Karma:
You witnessed the scene at around 10:15 PM the day of the murder. Correct?
Moe:
Yes... Yes it is.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Curls. Will you please testify to what you saw that evening?
Moe:
A rabbi, a priest, and a Rastafarian walked into this plaza...
Judge:
Without the humor please.
Moe:
OK...
Maya:
Aww... Poor Moe can't be his normal stoogey self in court.
Witness Testimony
-- What You Witnessed --
Moe:
I know... I know... I'm not the greatest comedian in the world...
I haven't been able to make people laugh for 10 years!
No matter what I say, all I get in return is a vacant stare and polite applause.
Since no one ever laughs at my jokes, I've taken to laughing at them myself.
It's a bad habit, but hey, at least I'm trying!!
Imagine my predicament! I'm a clown who can't make people laugh!! I'm almost useless!
But I keep trying... I even tried to come up with jokes just for today!!
But this atmosphere is very nerve-racking! I decided to try making everyone laugh!
Seriously... Everyone... What do you think of me? How am I doing?
Judge:
...
von Karma:
...
Phoenix:
Umm... Aren't we the ones supposed to be asking the questions here?
von Karma:
Witness...
Moe:
Huh?
von Karma:
We will listen to your call for help after the court proceedings are over. Thus, please stick with the facts of this case.
Moe:
Really!? You'll really hear me out!?
von Karma:
Well, I'll make sure that one of my staff will be your straight man later.
Moe:
Thank you!! Thank you!! I can't wait!!
Phoenix:
(Poor Gumshoe...)
Judge:
Now that that's settled, shall we begin once again with the testimony!?
Moe:
Of course we can! I'll talk for as long as you want!!
Witness Testimony
-- What You Witnessed --
Moe:
The night of the murder, after practice was over, I went straight back to my room.
You have no idea how tired I was that night. I was pooped.
I thought I'd go straight to sleep, but before I did, I glanced out the window.
That's when I saw two silhouettes! They were a bit far away though!
It was the Ringmaster, and he was with Max, who was wearing his cloak!
I kept watching them, and all of a sudden, Max clonked the Ringmaster over the head!
Judge:
That's very interesting... If this eyewitness account is to be believed, I have enough to pass judgment right now...
von Karma:
Of course you can! There is no way that this account can be criticized.
Judge:
However... The witness is a bit, how do you say, "off-kilter"... Almost like he has some sort of atmosphere of guilt surrounding him.
Moe:
Aha! Aha! Aha! That must be because of my insincere smile...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please begin the defense's cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Maya:
Nick! You've gotta find some kind of contradiction in his testimony!
Phoenix:
I know that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Your Honor?
Judge:
I'm afraid that if you push this witness too far, it would bring disaster upon the court. Thus, I sincerely hope you are not going to engage in pointless saber-rattling.
Phoenix:
I understand Your Honor.
von Karma:
If you cause this clown to stray from the facts, I'll hold you responsible!
Phoenix:
(Why am I responsible!? I'm not the one with the corny jokes.)
Cross Examination
-- What You Witnessed --
Moe:
The night of the murder, after practice was over, I went straight back to my room.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You'd say that practice wrapped up around 10 PM correct?
Moe:
See, that's the thing...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Moe:
How exactly am I supposed to make a joke about 10:00 PM? Now eight o'clock... That's something a clown can riff off of... Let's just pretend it was eight o'clock... That way I can make a great joke!
Let's not...
Phoenix:
Let's not make it 8:00 PM, alright Moe?
Moe:
What do you mean let's not! Don't take the clown out of the clowning around!
Maya:
C'mon Nick, just listen to his joke!
Phoenix:
There are three reasons why I don't want to... One, I probably won't laugh. Two, I'll get hit with a penalty. Three, I'll get whipped. Will the witness just proceed with his factual testimony...
Maya:
You are sooo boring.
Leads back to cross-examination
Alright, eight o'clock then...
Moe:
You know you want to hear the joke... A man goes to his doctor and the doctor asks, "How is number 1?" The man says "Everyday at six." The doctor asks, "And 2?" The man says "Everyday at seven." "Then what's the matter?" "I slept til eight."
von Karma:
Witness! These are exactly the type of jokes you should save for Gumshoe!
Phoenix:
... OWWW!!
von Karma:
You knew what would happen! Don't look at me like that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you're hereby penalized! This will not become a kangaroo court!
Phoenix:
(This isn't funny at all... In more ways that* ([sic]) one...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Moe:
You have no idea how tired I was that night. I was pooped.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You were "pooped" that night?
Moe:
Yes. I was very very tired... Not to mention I had some bad Mexican food.
Phoenix:
What?
Moe:
The double cheese double bean enchilada is a dangerous menu item... What happened after that, as they say, "happens"... Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! That one was cool, huh? I hear the kids really love toilet humor these days...
Phoenix:
That joke was so hip, I don't want to ruin it with a reply.
Judge:
I've got a good reply though. That joke was so funny it just earned you a penalty!
Moe:
I thought I'd go straight to sleep, but before I did, I glanced out the window.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You just happened to glance out of the window?
Moe:
You could say that. You could also say I peeked, stared, glimpsed, peeped, eyeballed...
Judge:
Mr. Curls!!
Moe:
Oh... I guess synonyms aren't allowed either...
Phoenix:
(What should I do? I wonder if I should press him further on this issue...)
Let it rest.
Phoenix:
Very well, Moe. How about we get back to your testimony now?
Judge:
This is definitely one of your more straightforward cross-examinations, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Of course! You threatened me with a penalty if I don't keep this stooge in check!)
Keep pressing.
Phoenix:
Exactly why did you look out of your window that night?
Moe:
Why!? Why!? Clowns don't need a reason to look out their windows, do they!?
Phoenix:
That's not what I meant. I meant that... Well... When we spoke yesterday...
Moe:
Once I had tucked myself into bed, I heard this amazing noise. It was incredibly loud. It sounded like a giant "THUMP"!
Moe:
... Oh yeah! I forgot about that!!
von Karma:
You... Forgot!?
Phoenix:
Your Honor, the witness looked out of his window upon hearing a loud sound. He did not just simply "glance" out of his window that night.
Moe:
Oh yeah! That's right! I forgot to mention that "THUMP" didn't I? Owwy Oww Oww...
von Karma:
That's not something you just "forget to mention"!
Phoenix:
Umm... Yeah... What she said... I believe it would be best if Moe were to revise his testimony.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Mr. Curls. Please revise your testimony.
Phoenix:
(This should start turning the tables in our favor!)
Changes statement from "I thought I'd go straight to sleep, but before I did, I glanced out the window." to "I heard a huge noise outside the window, and that's what made me take a look outside..."
Moe:
I heard a huge noise outside the window, and that's what made me take a look outside...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What was the sound like?
Moe:
Well... I guess it kinda sounded like... Hmm... I guess you could say...
Judge:
Mr. Curls. May the court remind you that humor is unnecessary.
Moe:
Doh! How'd you know that I was gonna make a joke! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! I guess that the sound sounded like a... I suppose it sounded like someone getting hit with something very hard... Yep. That's what it sounded like. Honestly.
Judge:
"Someone getting hit..." huh?
von Karma:
What then? You went to look out the window and you saw...
Moe:
That's when I saw two silhouettes! They were a bit far away though!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Far away you say... If you had to say exactly, how far away were they?
Moe:
Let me think about that for a second... If my room is here... And they looked about yay-big... I'd say they were about 30 feet from my window.
von Karma:
Just 30 feet? That's not far at all!
Moe:
It was snowing that night, and it cut down on visibility.
Judge:
I see. Please continue with your testimony regarding the two shadows that you saw.
Moe:
It was the Ringmaster, and he was with Max, who was wearing his cloak!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You'd say you clearly saw this? Even though you were, by your own admission, far away?
Moe:
That's right. I had been thinking about it over and over since that night, but things didn't really make sense until I spoke with the prosecutor, Ms. von Karma. But now I am 100% certain that it was Max and the Ringmaster that I saw that night. Just think about it? How could I be wrong if Max is always wearing his uppity symbols?
Phoenix:
Uppity symbols?
Moe:
Lawyers nowadays!! Do you even have to go to school anymore to be one? Alright! Everyone knows what to do!! Altogether now!! Say it with Uncle Moe!
.....................
Moe:
... See what I mean!! It's always like this! The crown never wants to go along with me! I must really be utterly and completely worthless as a clown... Yeowza!
von Karma:
Enough foolishness, get back on track!
Judge:
Will the witness please testify as to what he saw... And only what he saw!
Moe:
I kept watching them, and all of a sudden, Max clonked the Ringmaster over the head!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You say you saw the Ringmaster get "clonked" over the head!?
Moe:
Yes I did!! It's the climax of my story!
Phoenix:
(He really does enjoy the completely random non sequitur...) What would you say the victim was struck with?
Moe:
You mean weapon? I have no idea. A weapon wasn't found at the murder scene, right?
Phoenix:
No no no... You did say you saw the entire thing, didn't you?
Moe:
Well... I, umm... Yeah, I suppose I did. Wait... No I didn't. I didn't see a weapon... Heh heh heh!
Phoenix:
Moe! Did you or did you not see the crime of murder committed that night!?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
I will not permit you to harass my witness in this manner! You'd better have an excellent reason for attacking this poor, poor clown. Because if you  don't... You know what is waiting for you... A nice penalty!
Phoenix:
*gulp* (Wasn't that a bit melodramatic...)
von Karma:
So what will it be then, Mr. Phoenix Wright? Do you have any clear basis to believe that my witness did not see the crime?
Of course I don't!
Phoenix:
Well... See... Right now, I don't have a clear basis to be thinking that...
von Karma:
Then this is just another one of your pointless efforts to badger my witness! Thus, you have just earned yourself a penalty... FROM ME!!
Judge:
Now wait a second Ms. von Karma! This time, I do not feel the need to treat Mr. Wright so harshly.
Phoenix:
That's right! What he said! (Bailed out by the judge! What an honor indeed!)
Judge:
If we must penalize Mr. Wright for his display, I think a verbal censure would be best.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
You know the rules Mr. Wright. There is no room for baseless hounding in this courtroom.
Phoenix:
(I guess he didn't really bail me out after all...)
Of course I do! (before changing third statement)
Phoenix:
Of course I have grounds to make this claim!
von Karma:
Then let's hear it!
Phoenix:
That's something I can't share with you at this time.
Judge:
W-W-What did you just say!? Mr. Wright!!
Phoenix:
(I know there's something wrong with this testimony... But I can't put why I feel this way into words for the Judge...)
Maya:
Maybe we should get a bit more information... Once we find something more solid, we can give it another shot!
Phoenix:
Yeah, you're right...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, before we resume testimony, you know that you must be penalized.
Phoenix:
(Yikes. That's harsh...)
Of course I do! (after changing third statement)
Leads to:
"I've got a great reason to make my claim!"
Maya:
You know... Moe's testimony and what he told us yesterday are kinda different...
Phoenix:
Yeah I noticed. We've just got to pinpoint what's changed.
Maya:
You can do it, Nick!
Phoenix:
I've got a great reason to make my claim!
von Karma:
And I suppose you will be telling us all that "great" reason?
Phoenix:
Of course I will... The reason is... The witness' very own testimony!
Judge:
What is the meaning of that Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Moe said that he heard a sound like a "thump" of someone getting hit.
Judge:
Hmm... He did say that.
Phoenix:
However, Moe just stated the following under oath.
Moe:
I kept watching them, and all of a sudden, Max clonked the Ringmaster over the head!
Phoenix:
If Moe is to be believed when he says he looked out the window upon hearing a sound, there is no way that he could have seen Max "clonk" anyone!
Moe:
In 1972, a crack clown unit was sent to prison by a circus court for a crime...
Judge:
Mr. Curls! How do you respond to Mr. Wright's assessment!!?
Moe:
...they didn't commit. These clowns promptly escaped from a maximum security clown car...
Judge:
Mr. Curls, are you reciting the C-Team theme to anger this court?
Moe:
No no no... I'm just stalling for time while I jog my memory...
Maya:
Great job, Nick!
Phoenix:
These types of witnesses always seem to have a selective memory... You just have to peel back the layers of the clown make-up to find the truth.
Moe:
Well... Um...
Judge:
Ahh, you're back from your jog?
Moe:
Well... It pretty much happened the way I said.
Phoenix:
"Pretty much"...?
Moe:
When I looked out my window that night, the Ringmaster was already face down in the snow. The prosecution helped me fill in the gaps of my statement.
Phoenix:
(Von... Von Karma!! Tampering with witnesses again!!)
von Karma:
...
Judge:
So now you are saying that you did not see the defendant "clonk" the Ringmaster?
Moe:
Y-Yes... When I looked out my window, the Ringmaster had already checked out.
Judge:
Checked out?
Moe:
Yep. He was on permanent vacation as they say. Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Judge:
Mr. Curls!!
Moe:
Your Honor?
Judge:
You did not witness the actual crime; however, you still say you saw the criminal, correct?
Moe:
Y-Y-YES!! Exactly! The Ringmaster was slumped over and I saw someone's silhouette next to him.
Judge:
Very well. Then please testify to this silhouette you saw... I expect the truth! And if I even catch a hint of a joke from you... I will put you in a holding cell until you learn court etiquette, got it!?
Moe:
Got it.
Witness Testimony
-- The Silhouette --
Moe:
I was a bit far away, but that shadow could only have belonged to Max.
There's no doubting it. Especially since I saw his uppity symbols.
His silk hat. That black cloak. They were all there!
His face was silhouetted, but there was no doubt that it was him.
His cloak was fluttering in the wind, so I couldn't really see what he was carrying.
Judge:
Hmm... It does seem as if the defendant was at the scene of the crime.
von Karma:
You took your time realizing that, didn't you!? Whatever. That should be enough, right!?
Judge:
It is decisive testimony...
Maya:
Was Max really at the crime scene that night...?
Phoenix:
He said he wasn't there. We have to keep believing that.
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright. Commence your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Silhouette --
Moe:
I was a bit far away, but that shadow could only have belonged to Max.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Don't you think that you are going a little overboard with how explicit you're being? 'That shadow belonged to Max' is an awfully firm statement, don't you think?
Moe:
What are you getting at...?
Phoenix:
I'm just saying that one of your fellow performer's life is on the line here. Are you truly, 100% absolutely certain that it was Max?
Moe:
... I'm not the kind of person who would lie about something as serious as this! The silhouette I saw was Max. I'm convinced of that.
Phoenix:
(It doesn't seem like he is jumping to any conclusions this time...) Let's go over this again then. What makes you so sure that you saw Max that night?
Moe:
There's no doubting it. Especially since I saw his uppity symbols.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Trilo said the same thing. But if it was just the symbols, then even I could have been wearing them. What if someone had just taken Max's symbols and worn them?
Moe:
I thought of that myself. But just looking at the shape of the face I saw, it must have been Max.
Judge:
Hmm... You're sure of that!?
von Karma:
Such a silly little boy... He threw his entire case headlong into a trap!
Present Max G. Promo Poster
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say you saw all of Max's "uppity" symbols?"
Moe:
His silk hat. That black cloak. They were all there!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You're sure that is what you saw that night?
Moe:
Exactly what I said I saw is exactly what I saw. I've got eyes like a hawk!
Phoenix:
(Umm... Don't birds have terrible night vision?)
Moe:
But that's not all I saw!
Present Max G. Promo Poster
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say you saw all of Max's "uppity" symbols?"
Moe:
His face was silhouetted, but there was no doubt that it was him.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You were able to see that kind of detail from your window?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
There was a light near the scene of the crime. Anyone with decent eyesight should have been able to see that much.
Phoenix:
Out of curiosity Moe, what is your eyesight like?
Moe:
I can see like a hawk out of my left eye, and an eagle out of my right eye...
von Karma:
Our records say his eyesight is a perfect 20/20.
Phoenix:
(That must mean he could have seen the crime scene clearly.)
Judge:
Hmm... The more we look into this matter, the more suspicious it becomes.
Moe:
Hey! You asked me what my eyesight was like, not what it actually was!
Moe:
His cloak was fluttering in the wind, so I couldn't really see what he was carrying.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you didn't actually see what the criminal was holding?
Moe:
That's correct. I've been curious to know what caused that loud noise... It must have been something incredibly hard.
Phoenix:
(Too bad they haven't found the murder weapon to know for sure...)
Maya:
They claim it was a blunt object... At least it says so in the autopsy report.
Phoenix:
(With Trilo's testimony, and now Moe's... It really seems like Max is the killer.)
Maya:
N-Nick... You've gotta find a contradiction in this.
Phoenix:
That's not going to be enough...
Maya:
What?
Phoenix:
I have to prove that Moe saw someone other than Max that night! That's the only thing that will help! I've gotta do it!
Phoenix:
You say you saw all of Max's "uppity" symbols?
Moe:
I suppose so... The silk hat and the cloak, right?
Phoenix:
Moe... Everyone knows that Maximillion Galactica has three uppity symbols!
Moe:
Three symbols?
Maya:
Yay! Everyone get ready!! All... Together... Now...
"SILK HAT! CLOAK! WHITE ROSES!"
Moe:
What the!?
von Karma:
Who cares if he knew that there were three or not! He saw what he saw. And he saw the symbols. He just forgot to mention one.
Moe:
...
von Karma:
Isn't that right, Moe?
Moe:
... Do you like Pi? I love Pi! 3.141592653589793238462643383279! Tasty!
von Karma:
Silence fool! You are to respond with the whole truth! No fractions!
Judge:
Order! Order!
Phoenix:
Moe! You didn't see the roses, did you!?
Moe:
To be honest... There wasn't any roses on the person I saw...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
The crime scene was dark! It's obvious it was too dark to see that kind of detail!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But the witness said he was able to see the silhouette of the criminal's face. Not to mention that the roses are white! There's no way he could have missed them!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Then the roses must have fallen off when the defendant assaulted the victim!
Phoenix:
If that was the case, then the police would have found them near the crime scene!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Are these white roses truly material to the facts of this case?
von Karma:
Clearly not! He is just toying with this court!
Phoenix:
... (I got her on the ropes now... Whenever there's a nugget of truth, it always seems to peek out at me... Then run away.) Someone is toying with the court, but it's not me! Your Honor! Do you recall Trilo's testimony?
Trilo:
There's no way I could mistake someone wearing those three ridiculous symbols!
Trilo:
How can you mistake someone with that crazy get-up and his nose stuck up so high...
Trilo:
How could you mistake someone wearing such a snobby 3 piece get-up!
Phoenix:
Trilo saw them all! Trilo saw all three of Max's symbols! However, this witness claims there were no white roses on the person he saw! There is absolutely no doubt that this is a contradiction!
Judge:
Hmm... Now what am I supposed to think? One is supposed to disregard the pointless, but this...
von Karma:
Judge! Forget the roses! Think about his other testimony! The witness has stated without a doubt that he saw Maximillion Galactica! Nothing else matters! Let's wrap this case up now!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! It may be trivial, but there should still be doubt lingering in your mind!
Judge:
... Frankly, I have my doubts about this witness. It seems that, unlike wine, the witness has not grown more mature with age.
Moe:
I'm not... Mature...
Judge:
I've come to a conclusion... I'm 99% certain that this witness saw the defendant. However! My remaining one percent of doubt is quite reasonable! Which means that for my peace of mind, I'm going to request a bit more testimony.
von Karma:
W-What!?
Judge:
If there are no contradictions in his next statement, I am prepared to issue a ruling.
Phoenix:
(A ruling...!!)
Maya:
Nick! This is your last chance!
Witness Testimony
-- The Silhouette, Part 2 --
Moe:
There's no doubt in my mind! There were no white roses that night!
However, all of the other symbols were there... I'm equally sure of that.
Especially the silk hat! There is no way I could forget seeing the decorations on it!
He was wearing it the entire time that he was on the scene!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... You've got one last chance at this.
Phoenix:
Just one chance?
Judge:
I will not allow even the slightest hint of badgering against this witness. If you are going to prove to me there's a contradiction with Mr. Curls' statement, you'd better have at least a shred of evidence to back up your accusations.
Phoenix:
(I've only got a single shot as* ([sic]) this... I've got to be careful.) I understand, Your Honor. One chance is all I will need!
Cross Examination
-- The Silhouette, Part 2 --
Moe:
There's no doubt in my mind! There were no white roses that night!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Moe... Be honest... OWWW!!
von Karma:
You promised Mr. Phoenix Wright. No more badgering! I hope you enjoy this penalty!
Phoenix:
Ungh... I'm finished...
Judge:
Umm... Excuse me. I'm the one handing out the pen-- OWWW!!
von Karma:
Witness, continue with your testimony.
Moe:
You're not going to whip me too, are you?
von Karma:
Maybe after court... If you're into that kinda thing.
Moe:
But isn't it kinda pointless if you only whip me after court?
Moe:
However, all of the other symbols were there... I'm equally sure of that.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Moe... Be honest... OWWW!!
von Karma:
You promised Mr. Phoenix Wright. No more badgering! I hope you enjoy this penalty!
Phoenix:
Ungh... I'm finished...
Judge:
Umm... Excuse me. I'm the one handing out the pen-- OWWW!!
von Karma:
Witness, continue with your testimony.
Moe:
You're not going to whip me too, are you?
von Karma:
Maybe after court... If you're into that kinda thing.
Moe:
But isn't it kinda pointless if you only whip me after court?
Moe:
Especially the silk hat! There is no way I could forget seeing the decorations on it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Moe... Be honest... OWWW!!
von Karma:
You promised Mr. Phoenix Wright. No more badgering! I hope you enjoy this penalty!
Phoenix:
Ungh... I'm finished...
Judge:
Umm... Excuse me. I'm the one handing out the pen-- OWWW!!
von Karma:
Witness, continue with your testimony.
Moe:
You're not going to whip me too, are you?
von Karma:
Maybe after court... If you're into that kinda thing.
Moe:
But isn't it kinda pointless if you only whip me after court?
Moe:
He was wearing it the entire time that he was on the scene!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Moe... Be honest... OWWW!!
von Karma:
You promised Mr. Phoenix Wright. No more badgering! I hope you enjoy this penalty!
Phoenix:
Ungh... I'm finished...
Judge:
Umm... Excuse me. I'm the one handing out the pen-- OWWW!!
von Karma:
Witness, continue with your testimony.
Moe:
You're not going to whip me too, are you?
von Karma:
Maybe after court... If you're into that kinda thing.
Moe:
But isn't it kinda pointless if you only whip me after court?
Present Silk Hat
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"This wouldn't happen to be the silk hat you saw that night, would it?"
Maya:
Whaddya think, Nick?
Phoenix:
There's no way I'm going to lose after coming this far. There's gotta be an answer. And it's probably in the Court Record!
Phoenix:
This wouldn't happen to be the silk hat you saw that night, would it?
Moe:
Yep! That's it! That's the hat he was wearing that night!
Phoenix:
No question in your mind?
Moe:
Exactly how would one mistake a thing like that!?
Phoenix:
I see...
Judge:
Is there some sort of problem, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ms. von Karma. Where exactly was the silk hat found?
von Karma:
Must you always ask these questions!? It was found at the crime scene!! ... The c-c-crime scene... That means...
Phoenix:
The silk hat fell off at the crime scene! However the witness clearly testified to the contrary!! The witness stated that "He was wearing it the entire time that he was on the scene!"
Moe:
NoooooOOOOOooooo!! That's not trrrrrruuuuueeee!!
Judge:
ORDER! ORDER!! OOORRRDER!! MR. CURLS!!
Moe:
Y-Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL OF THIS!? You are old enough to know better than to behave like this in court!
Moe:
Hey! That's just not right!! That's so harsh!
Judge:
What's not right here is your eyesight and your memory, amongst other things!!
Moe:
............... Wh... Why are you being so mean to me!! What did I do!? Lemme guess... You just didn't like my jokes or something, right? You didn't have to go and insult my eyesight or my memory!? They're both great! Seriously!! Why!? Just because you are sitting above me doesn't mean you belong there! And no matter how old I get, I'll always be younger you!!* ([sic]) WAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! *sobs*
...
Judge:
... Enough of these childish outbursts, Mr. Curls! Who do you think you are?
Moe:
I saw him! I swear I saw him!! It was Max!! Even if he didn't have his roses, he was still wearing his dumb silk hat!! I'm telling the truth!!
Maya:
He's turned into a bratty little kid.
Phoenix:
It's pitiful, isn't it?
Moe:
He left the scene wearing that dumb silk hat! He was there!!
Phoenix:
(He... Left the scene?)
Maya:
What's the matter, Nick?
Phoenix:
There's something I've been mulling over for a while now. Moe?
Moe:
Whaddya want!?
Phoenix:
You just said that he left the scene... Exactly how did the murderer leave the scene of the crime?
Moe:
WHAT!? He... Umm... He... Went... Whaddya mean "how did he leave the scene"? You can't ask me that!!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright is badgering the witness, Your Honor!!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This witness' testimony is so full of holes, Ms. von Karma's protest is useless!
von Karma:
Grrrr...
Judge:
You've got a point. Let's hear what the witness has to say on this matter. Is that alright with you, little guy?
Moe:
Don't talk to me like I'm a little baby!! Besides, what kind of stupid question is "how did he leave the crime scene!?" The answer's obvious! He just turned around and walked away!!
Phoenix:
That's what I expected you'd say... You sure that's how it happened?
Moe:
Hmph!!
Judge:
Huh? I'm not sure I know exactly where you're going with this... Lawyers nowadays sure do love to harp on the smallest things. Do you have any proof to counter his story as to how the criminal left the scene?
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Look at this picture."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
How about this!?
Judge:
This isn't your idea of a joke is it, Mr. Wright?
von Karma:
Not very amusing, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Moe:
You're not going to get paid for that one.
Maya:
It doesn't look like it worked.
Phoenix:
(What happened? It's like I turned into Moe or something...)
Judge:
You'll have to excuse me, but I don't understand what you're getting at.
Leads back to:
"Do you have any proof to counter his story as to how the criminal left the scene?"
Phoenix:
Look at this picture. The problem is the footprints in the snow...
Judge:
Footprints?
Phoenix:
In this photo, we can clearly see the footprints of the victim! However, where are the criminal's footprints? They aren't there!!
Moe:
Ai-yai-yai-yai-yai!!
Phoenix:
So Moe, exactly how did the criminal escape the scene?
Moe:
Umm... He... Uh...
Phoenix:
Your Honor! This witness has already proven that his testimony is completely unreliable! I move to strike all of this witness' testimony from the court record!
Judge:
I agree... This clown's testimony is as rickety as the clown car he came to court in.
Moe:
WAIT JUST A SECOND!! You guys can't just ignore everything I've said!! Fine fine! I'll tell you the truth this time...
von Karma:
YOU WAIT A SECOND! I think you've said more than enough for today!!
Moe:
That didn't hurt!! I'm sick and tired of listening to you anyways!! I'll give you the real deal this time... I swear!!
Maya:
I dunno why, but I get the feeling things are gonna get worse before they get better.
Judge:
Mr. Lawrence Curls.
Moe:
Yes!?
Judge:
The testimony you've provided up until now has been false?
Moe:
It hasn't been false! I haven't lied! It's just...
Judge:
It's just what?
Moe:
It's just I was a bit confused on the bit about the criminal leaving the scene. Especially since Von Karma and her whip told me not to talk about what I really saw!
Judge:
ORDER!! ORDER!! I WILL HAVE ORDER!! Franziska von Karma!! How could you!!
von Karma:
Your Honor... If you had heard the truth from this witness... You would have exactly the same opinion as I have.
Judge:
What opinion is that?
von Karma:
It's not funny!
Judge:
That's enough out of you! I'm going to listen to what he has to say. Now then, let's hear the truth about what you say you saw!
Moe:
Hah! You're not gonna believe this but it's all true I tell you!
von Karma:
Try not to waste our time with your idiotic drivel.
Witness Testimony
-- The Truth --
Moe:
Now it's time for our next segment, "Moe Knows..."!!
Everything that I've said up until now has been the truth!
When I looked out the window, the Ringmaster was down and Max was standing above him!
He wasn't wearing his white roses, but he was wearing the silk hat!
That's when I saw... He...
This is the truth now, get ready for it!
He flew! He jumped up and flew through the air!!
He flew right off and disappeared into the darkness!
That's why there were no footprints! Flying people don't leave footprints!
von Karma:
I told you it wasn't funny. Do you believe me now?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
...
.....................
Judge:
Well... That was... Umm... How do you put this into words...
von Karma:
Maximillion Galactica is a world-class magician. But to leave the scene of a crime by flying. There's no way that actually happened.
Judge:
You... You're right.
Moe:
Why is she right!? You believed the other witnesses! Why won't you believe me!? Especially since it's the best part of the story!!
Judge:
Hmm... To be honest, this is the first time I've heard of a flying criminal. What do you think about this witness' testimony, Mr. Wright?
His eyes are playing tricks.
Phoenix:
It's obvious that the witness' eyes are playing tricks on him...
Moe:
Don't be such a fool! Who in the world do you think I would mistake that jerk for!?
Phoenix:
(Jeez... I didn't say you were lying!)
Maya:
Wow, he looks really serious right now. More serious than he's looked all day!
Leads to:
"I suppose I will let you all in on my thinking regarding this matter..."
He's telling the truth.
Phoenix:
What he just said was so strange, I don't think he would have made it up.
Judge:
Which means that he is telling the truth?
Phoenix:
That's what I think...
Maya:
Nick, wait! That means that Max actually used magic!!
Phoenix:
Yikes! You're right! OWWW!!
von Karma:
Only a foolish looking fool could be fooled by such a foolish fool's foolish dream. Don't be ridiculous! Magic does not exist!
Leads to:
"I suppose I will let you all in on my thinking regarding this matter..."
This is all a dream, right?
Phoenix:
Right now, I can't believe any of this! I'm not even sure if this day hasn't been some kind of Kafkaesque dream... OWWW!!
von Karma:
Now do you think it's still a dream!? Huh, Mr. Phoenix Wright!?
Leads to:
"I suppose I will let you all in on my thinking regarding this matter..."
Judge:
I suppose I will let you all in on my thinking regarding this matter... "The criminal disappeared into the sky." I'd love to believe that... But I just can't wrap my head around how that could actually happen.
von Karma:
You imbecile!
Judge:
If you disregard a need for proof, Ms. von Karma's case is sound. However... I've got the feeling that this case is in dire need of more investigation.
von Karma:
...!
Judge:
Thus I will conclude today's proceedings at this point! It's an undisputed fact that the criminal left no footprints at the scene. Tomorrow, I want us to find out the reason behind this mystery of mysteries.
Phoenix:
Umm, uhh...
von Karma:
Grrr...
Judge:
I believe that's enough for today. Court is now in recess!
December 29, 2:33 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 5
Max:
Hey! Sweeties! What in the world is going on!?
Phoenix:
That's what I want to know!
Maya:
They say the criminal flew off into the air and disappeared!
Phoenix:
Max, I can't believe I'm asking this, but you didn't fly that night, did you?
Max:
I know you didn't mean to ask me such a fabulously stupid question! I can't fly whenever I please. It's not that easy!!
Maya:
But it looks so effortless for you on stage...
Max:
It's not that simple!! I'm not actually flying on stage! I use invisible wires and have them hoist me through the air!
Maya:
Wow... You just told me the secret to your magic!!
Max:
NO!! I broke the first rule... The cardinal rule... The ONLY RULE!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Max. I'm sorry you had to break a magician's creed to keep the magic tricks secret...
Maya:
Nick! What do we do now!?
Phoenix:
All we can do now is hope we find the flying criminal in court tomorrow.
Maya:
Great idea! Let's do our best and catch this sucker!
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection denied.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection denied. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong this trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court find the defendant, Mr. Billy Bob Johns...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
Game over
Turnabout Big Top
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
December 29, 3:03 PMWright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
Umm... Nick?
Phoenix:
What is it?
Maya:
I've got a confession to make... I'm terrible at figuring out magic tricks...
Phoenix:
Magic tricks?
Maya:
Yep. Magic tricks are by their very definition tricks, right? But I can never figure out the tricks when I see them. I'm just not good at it...
Phoenix:
That's because the tricks are performed by pros. They do it so you can't guess the trick.
Maya:
But but... The trick Pearly showed me was incredible!
Phoenix:
Pearls did a magic trick? Hmm... What kind of trick was it?
Maya:
Let's see. It looked like she pulled the end of her own thumb off!
Phoenix:
Heh...
Maya:
First she put her right thumb next to her left hand, and then it just separated! She could move it up and down and everything! It was incredible!
Phoenix:
Really? Was it kinda like this...?
Maya:
WHAT!? WOW! HOW'D YOU DO THAT!? Nick, you're like a real magician! See this is why I just can't figure out magic... I'm no good at it... Especially hard tricks like flying away from the scene of a murder...
Phoenix:
You'll take all the fun out of magic if you keep trying to figure it out.
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me.
Maya:
Hey! I'm reading that one! You know I'm studying the law now, right!? I put that bookmark on the page I was reading... Don't you dare move it!
Phoenix:
What!? You're reading!? THESE!? A bookmark, huh... Hmm... You mean this thing? It was only on the second page.
Maya:
Well, you have to start somewhere right?
Phoenix:
You do realize that you have 1000 pages to go right?
Maya:
... Maybe you really should sell all these books, Nick.
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Charley. A quite decorative plant.
Maya:
Nick, you've been watering the plant everyday, right? I've been thinking about watering it too.
Phoenix:
Maya, we don't want to drown poor Charley.
Maya:
But he'd get bigger!
Phoenix:
(Does she want the office to look like a tropical rain forest or something?)
Desk
Phoenix:
My desk. Since I don't have time to sit, it's unusually clean...
Maya:
Umm... It's covered with dust. Maybe you should use your desk every now and again.
Movie poster
Phoenix:
A poster of the newest member of the "Steel Samurai" universe.
Maya:
You know about the new "Steel Samurai" movie they are making, don't you Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I heard that they're making a movie starring the new cast.
Maya:
It's already out! Critics say, "Time to commit 'hara-kiri' if you miss this action epic!"
Phoenix:
You don't say...
Maya:
You know, I bet the star will win this year's Hero of Heroes Grand Prix!!
Phoenix:
*yawn* Uh huh...
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
Alright already... I'll go see the movie!!
Maya:
Yay! Let's hurry and wrap this case up so we can see it!
Window
Phoenix:
There is a giant building just outside the window. It's the Gatewater Hotel, a high-class, luxury hotel.
Maya:
Lately they've been holding huge events at the Gatewater. It seems they've really become a top-class hotel. I wonder if that bellboy would remember us?
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
I don't see any way out of this. We're stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Maya:
There's no way we can solve the mystery of a criminal flying by tomorrow... I was thinking... Do you really think the criminal flew through the air? The only one who thinks that is Moe, right? He says that he saw it.
Phoenix:
That's true... Moe looked awfully serious when he said that.
Maya:
Do you think he might be trying to frame Max?
Phoenix:
If that was it, he would have simply said "I saw Max". That would have been enough. There's no reason why anyone would believe "he flew".
Maya:
But... What if the criminal really did fly? There's only one person who could do that... Max.
Phoenix:
(You're really not helping my confidence here, Maya...)
Any ideas
Maya:
Everyone seems to hate Max. Ben, Trilo, Moe... They all have nothing nice to say.
Phoenix:
That magician does seem rather full of himself, doesn't he? Especially when he says things like customers only go to the circus to see him.
Maya:
He even hit Ben over the head with a bottle. But...
Phoenix:
But what?
Maya:
But that doesn't seem enough to frame another person for murder!!
Phoenix:
And it was proven that neither Ben nor Moe lied on the stand.
Maya:
Maybe Ben saw the Ringmaster wearing Max's costume, but Moe clearly said that he saw Max himself.
Present
Crime Photo
Maya:
Oh yeah... The picture of the scene. I wonder what that wooden box is?
Phoenix:
It was probably left at the scene.
Maya:
I can't believe there was only a bottle of pepper in that thing. It must be related to the crime somehow... This is fun, isn't it Nick?
Phoenix:
Not really... It may be fun to solve mysteries, but don't forget this is a murder case.
Maya:
Awww... You're right. I should take things more seriously.
Silk Hat
Maya:
No matter how you look at it, this is definitely Max's silk hat.
Phoenix:
There's even a feather stuck in it.
Maya:
There's something wrong with this hat though.
Phoenix:
Moe's testimony, right? "He left the scene wearing that dumb silk hat!" That's what he said, but the hat was found on the ground at the scene.
Maya:
Hmm... This really is a mystery.
Broken Bottle
Maya:
Whoa. Max used a broken bottle to crack Ben over the head?
Phoenix:
No no no... It broke because Max cracked Ben over the head with it.
Maya:
He must have really hit him hard then... I guess I should give it a try... For research purposes. Come here... I've got a nice bottle right here for you Nick...
Phoenix:
YEOW!!
Maya:
That's weird. It didn't break.
Phoenix:
Of course it didn't!! You hit me with a plastic bottle!!
Ring
Maya:
Can you believe this cost three months of pay? Three months!! Trilo doesn't skimp when it comes to Regina. He's really in love.
Phoenix:
It looks like a real glass stone. Its brilliance is amazing.
Maya:
I bet Money would love to get his hands on this again.
Phoenix:
(I'll have to give this back to Trilo sometime...)
Wooden Box
Maya:
Twenty pounds, huh? That's pretty heavy.
Phoenix:
Especially since the only thing inside was a small bottle of pepper.
Maya:
The more you think about it the more it starts to make your head hurt. But compared to tomorrow this will all be a happy memory.
Phoenix:
Tomorrow!? Don't get ahead of yourself Maya... Let's concentrate on today.
Small Seasoning Bottle
Maya:
You wanna know something Nick? I love to put pepper on my hamburgers. But I also like to put pepper on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Do you think I'm weird?
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
You don't seem to be in a very good mood today.
Phoenix:
Of course I'm not... I have to find a criminal who has discovered the ability to fly.
Maya:
Yeah. I guess that would put you in a bad mood.
Max profile
Maya:
If Moe says that he saw a flying criminal, that means it must have been...
Phoenix:
What's the matter with you!? You know that people can't just up and fly!
Maya:
But Max... He is a magician.
Phoenix:
Without their bag of tricks, magicians are incapable of magic. Besides, what's the likelihood someone set up a flying device at the crime scene? Near zero.
Maya:
What if they set something up so they could trick Moe?
Phoenix:
Umm... Maybe. But I get the feeling that would have been pointless...
Anything else
Phoenix:
What about this?
Maya:
Umm... Yeah... Sorry. I got nothing.
Phoenix:
(She must have been trying to think up a joke or something.)
Move
Circus Entrance
Leads to:
December 29
Berry Big Circus
Circus Entrance
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 29
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
December 29Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Max:
Oh! My sweeties!! You mind hurrying up and getting me out of this place!?
Phoenix:
We're doing our best, Max. Just hang in there.
Max:
A little while ago, some people from a local TV station came by... They said that, since I'm a famed magician, "Let's make your very own TV special!"
Maya:
Really? What kind of TV special?
Max:
"Maximillion Galactica: The Great Prison Escape" It would be aired live.
Maya:
Hey! That sounds like it would be an awesome special!
Max:
But if I do the special before I'm acquitted, they'll never let me out of here for real.
Phoenix:
Well, it would surely be an unnecessary addition to your troubles with the law.
Max:
That's what I was thinking... But the production staff is already working on the show! If you don't get me out quick, I'll have no choice but to stage a real prison break.
Phoenix:
You seem awfully calm about that possibility...
Max:
I'd have no choice. It would be a contractual obligation... That's show business.
Talk
Night of the murder
Phoenix:
Umm. The night of the crime... You didn't happen to fly off into the sky, did you?
Max:
Here is how everything went down, sweetie. At the time of the murder, I was sitting in the Ringmaster's room. Not to mention... Flying off into the sky is not just something I can do at will. I don't care what the stoogey clown says, it wasn't me.
Maya:
Max! Max! Do you mind teaching me the trick behind flying?
Max:
Hmm... You'll have to forgive me, sweetie. The difference between me and cheap imitation magicians is that I keep my mouth shut. I don't teach people tricks, but I will say this much. It's much harder than you think.
Today's trial
Maya:
I was thinking about this in court today... I've got a favor to ask of you.
Max:
Anything for you, sweetie.
Maya:
Be friends with the other performers in the circus!
Max:
FABULOUS! A great joke!! Why would I be friends with a bunch of hacks like that?
Maya:
But...!
Max:
I've won on the world stage! I won the International Grand Prix!
Phoenix:
International Grand Prix?
Max:
Performers should always look to perform on the world stage! But the performers at this circus are completely and utterly devoid of ambition! That is something that I can simply not tolerate!
Phoenix:
(Ambition, huh...?)
Maya:
Something about what Max just said rings true to my ears...
Grand Prix (appears after Today's trial)
Max:
Oh my! My sweeties want to hear all about the Grand Prix, don't they? To be honest though, I've told this story like 100 times already, so it's a bit boring.
Phoenix:
We're sorry to make you tell it again.
Max:
You must not have heard me... I am really sick of telling this story. But what can you do? I'm Maximillion Galactica. I suppose I can tell it again. ... Voila! Here, take a look at this! I just happen to have a picture from the Grand Prix with me. Just look at that fabulous stage!! That is the first stage that I ever flew on. I flew right over the audience! The crowd erupted into applause! At that time, I thought to myself that I could die right then and die a happy man. I'll never forget how I felt that night. The emotions... The acclaim...
Maya:
Wow.
Max:
*ahem* By the way... I think everyone who is a performer should get to experience that feeling. I just wish I could explain that to the other people in the circus!
Maya:
That's incredible Max... I want a trophy too! Hey Nick! How about you buy me a trophy!?
Phoenix:
That's not how you earn a trophy Maya!
Max:
My sweeties, you can have this picture of my triumph... Just make sure you show it to all the other members of the circus. "Watch and learn!" That's what you should tell them.
Phoenix:
(Learn how to get thrown in jail?)
Grand Prix Photo added to the Court Record.
Present
Silk Hat
Max:
This is definitely my silk hat. I don't suppose I'm allowed to wear it anymore am I?
Phoenix:
Max, this one of your uppi... I mean, excellent symbols, right?
Max:
That's right. Honestly though, I only like it because of the feather in the brim.
Broken Bottle
Maya:
Max! How could you!? How could you hit poor Ben over the head with this!?
Max:
I've been thinking about that lately... But he did call me a "no-good talentless hack of a fast food magician"...
Maya:
You mean Trilo said that? Not Ben, right?
Max:
There is no Trilo or Ben. There is only one Benjamin Woodman.
Maya:
Hmm... I guess you're right.
Grand Prix Photo
Max:
I'm normally fabulous, but in this picture, I'm the king of the world! I even got a fabulous trophy and a super fabulous bust.
Maya:
That's really cool! I wouldn't mind seeing your trophy some day.
Max:
If you want to see one of my awards, you should just go to the cafeteria.
Maya:
The cafeteria? You mean the one inside the circus tent?
Max:
Of course. The trophy isn't there, but the bust that I won is!
Maya:
It's in the cafeteria? We were just there yesterday. Nick, did you see a bust anywhere inside the cafeteria?
December 29Berry Big CircusCircus Entrance
Maya:
You hear that? It sounds like two people arguing...
Trilo:
Alright, let's do it. Are you ready?
Ben:
Y-Yes... A-Ah... Wait...
Trilo:
Quit your whining! Let's just give this a shot already! Alright! Let's go!
Ben:
Row-row-row-your-boat!
Trilo:
Row-row-row-your-boat!
Ben:
...
Trilo:
What are you doing!? Gently-down-the-stream! C'mon, you know that!!
Ben:
I'm trying my best, but... Trilo, this just isn't going to work...
Trilo:
Do you enjoy saying dumb things? You're going to have to be on your own someday! If you can't handle something as simple as this, was are you going to do then!?
Maya:
Hello Ben. Hello to you too, Trilo.
Trilo:
What are you doing here!? Can't you see we're on a secret crash training course!?
Maya:
I'm sorry...
Phoenix:
Secret crash training! Whoa.
Ben:
Yes. Trilo wouldn't give up until I said we'd try out his idea for a new routine. So... We were trying to sing in a round for our new ventriloquism act.
Maya:
In a round!? You can really do that!? That's incredible!
Trilo:
See! See! Even they are surprised by the idea!! I told you!!
Ben:
They're not the only ones!! You even surprised me with your idea!!
Trilo:
Once we've got a grip on the basics, then it's just a matter of practice!
Ben:
Y-Y-You t-t-think so?
Maya:
Oh, I almost forgot! I wanted to give this back to you.
Trilo:
Ahh! There it is!! Now that I've got this ring back, it's time to take one more shot at Regina!
Examine
Door
Maya:
The murder took place right over there..
Phoenix:
You never really get used to the feeling of being where someone's life was taken.
Maya:
I know... The Ringmaster seems like he was such a good man. It * ([sic]) so sad... For everyone.
Talk
Today's trial
Maya:
Umm... I know that you already testified in court today...
Trilo:
You want to talk about what we saw, right?
Maya:
Yes.
Trilo:
Well, at first we thought it was the old man... Just looking at his walk and how he acted. Right Ben?
Ben:
Huh!? Oh, oh yeah. That's right.
Trilo:
But then we said hello and didn't even get a reply. Not to mention he was draped in those gaudy symbols.
Maya:
What would you have thought if he wasn't wearing those symbols?
Trilo:
Hmm... What do you think Ben?
Ben:
What!? Oh... Umm... I would have thought it was the Ringmaster.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Something just isn't adding up here. I wonder who they really saw?)
Marriage
Maya:
I was hoping I could ask you about Regina...
Trilo:
I'm completely serious about her! That's why I'm waiting for her even now!
Maya:
Really? That's so sweet... But if you really wanted to see Regina, shouldn't you check out the tent?
Trilo:
Hah! You haven't got a clue about things, do you sweetheart?
Maya:
Eh?
Trilo:
Waiting like this is part of being in love.
Maya:
How so?
Trilo:
If you had a clue, you would know that waiting is such sweet, wonderful torture. When your body aches for your partner's love... That's one of the best parts!!
Maya:
Umm... Y-Yeah... I-I knew that...
Phoenix:
(Poor Maya... She's so red she looks like a vine ripe tomato!)
Ventriloquism
Maya:
So how is this new routine working out?
Trilo:
Will you two just take a chill pill already!? Our routines are secret!! We're going to take the ventriloquism world by storm! It'll be a real revolution!
Maya:
That sounds incredible!
Trilo:
But let me make one thing clear... We're not going to take on the world just because that stupid jerk said we should...
Phoenix: 
That jerk?
Trilo:
Max Galactica. "Performers should aim for the world!" Who does he think he is!?
Maya:
Trilo, you seem to really be fired up about all this!!
Trilo:
He needs to realize that he isn't the only one who can conquer the world stage!
Maya:
You're right! You're right!
Trilo:
Mark my words... I, Trilo Quist, will win the Grand Prix!!
Maya:
You're the man now, doll!
Trilo:
"Row-row-row-your-boat!" will be the key to a glorious victory!!
Phoenix:
Umm... Not to rain on your parade, but wouldn't a more mature song be best?
Trilo:
Hey... You've got to start somewhere right?
Ben:
...
Trilo:
Don't screw this up! You've gotta be a part of this too.
Present
Anything
Maya:
Would you mind taking a look at this?
Ben:
Um... Umm... Uh... I-I-I-I... Umm... That... U-U-U-Uhh... I-I-I-I-It's...
Maya:
... I guess we won't need you to look at this after all.
Move
Lodging House - Plaza
Leads to:
December 29
Lodging House
Plaza
Big Top
Leads to:
December 29
Berry Big Circus
Big Top
December 29Berry Big CircusBig Top
Maya:
Huh? Where's Regina?
Phoenix:
I dunno... But if she's with that tiger, I don't want to find out!! Let's hurry up and get out of here!
Maya:
Hehe... Nick. You're kinda a chicken, aren't you?
Phoenix:
No no no no no... I'm just... Umm... Allergic to wild tigers!
Move
Big Top - Ringmaster's Room
Leads to:
December 29
Big Top
Ringmaster's Room
Big Top - Cafeteria
Leads to:
December 29
Big Top
Cafeteria
December 29Big TopRingmaster's Room
Maya:
Max and the Ringmaster had their talk in this room.
Phoenix:
That could have been when the Ringmaster put on Max's costume and went outside.
Maya:
Why'd he do that? Maybe it was cold or something?
December 29Big TopCafeteria
Maya:
They still haven't cleaned this place up yet. If Pearly got one look at the state of this place... She'd slap whoever was in charge across the face!!
Phoenix:
(Remind me to never invite her to my office.)
December 29Lodging HousePlaza
Gumshoe:
Oh, it's you two.
Phoenix:
You look like you just got hit by a truck. Shouldn't you get some rest?
Gumshoe:
Nah... I'm taking a rest right now, pal. I've been listening to come crazy clown's life story. Ms. von Karma told me to come down here and do this for her.
Phoenix:
Being bossed around by a woman... I know how you feel.
Gumshoe:
Let me tell you something, pal. Listening to that old clown sucks all your energy. Every time he's done talkin' he looks at you like you should be doing something...
Phoenix:
Umm... I think he's waiting for you to laugh at his jokes.
Gumshoe:
I know that, pal. Do you have any idea how much your face hurts if you fake laughing that much?
Maya:
Franziska really set you up bad this time, didn't she? If you ask me, she should be listening to Moe herself...
Gumshoe:
No way, pal. You're not gonna get me to backbite a woman with a whip. No way.
Maya:
Why are you defending her?
Gumshoe:
Prosecutor von Karma's always got her eyes on us. And every time you definitely don't want her to show up... *poof* There she is!! Don't show up... Don't show up... Don't show up... Don't show up... Don't show up...
Phoenix:
(Looks like she's wound him pretty tight...)
Gumshoe:
She's directly above us as we speak.
Maya:
Huh? How's that possible?
Gumshoe:
According to the clown, the criminal jumped from here and disappeared into the sky. If that's what happened, it means the killer passed right by this window, pal.
Maya:
Oh, I see... Who lives in that room behind the window up there?
Gumshoe:
The acrobat's got his room up on the third floor, it seems. Pretty soon, Ms. von Karma's gonna start her investigation up there. So don't get any ideas of going up to the acrobat's room, got it pal?
Maya:
*shivers* V-Von Karma...
Phoenix:
(Once she's done with her investigation, I think I'll go up there and check it out.)
Move
Moe's Room
Leads to:
December 29Lodging Hall 1st FloorMoe's Room
December 29Lodging Hall 1st FloorMoe's Room
Phoenix:
Moe's not here...
Maya:
If he was here, you would have been able to tell even before you stepped into his room. I'm sure you would've heard him laughing away... "Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!"
Phoenix:
What do you think he is laughing at when he's all by himself?
Maya:
I always thought he was just thinking up new jokes.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He must really love his work...)
Examine
Pajamas
Phoenix:
Moe's got an excellent pair of pajamas... Laid on his bed in an excellent manner.
Maya:
They're not actually pajamas. They're actually costumes. Uh huh... I guess you could say that they're professional sleepwear.
Shoes
Maya:
You've really gotta give it to Moe... Slipping on a banana 100 times a day. That's incredible. Maybe I should try giving it a shot myself. I guess I'll start out by juggling.
Phoenix:
(Maybe you should start with spirit channeling... Just a thought...)
Window
Maya:
This is where Moe witnessed the crime.
Phoenix:
Well this is where Moe witnessed some craziness... (I mean, c'mon... A flying criminal... Jeez... If we had a normal judge, he'd never believe something like that...)
Window
Maya:
These carrots like like they are the pick of the crop, don't they?
Phoenix:
I still don't get why he went with carrots...
Maya:
Hmm... What do you think about this theory? A long time ago, the circus was down on its luck. Moe was so hungry that he had to steal the horses food to survive. But he got addicted to their orangey goodness... Ha ha ha ha ha. 
Phoenix:
(I'd laugh, but I think Maya might not be too far from the truth.)
Clown equipment
Maya:
Tee hee... Clown equipment is so funny looking!
Phoenix:
He's got a balancing ball, a unicycle... He's even got a trampoline!! ... But they're all broken.
Maya:
Well, you've got to give them all a shot. Trying is the most important thing!!
Phoenix:
(He sure seems to have tried them all... But were any of them useful?)
Big Top
(Visiting Moe's room leads to:)
Move
Big Top - Cafeteria
Leads to:
December 29
Big Top
Cafeteria
December 29Big TopCafeteria
Moe:
Ah! Wright!! Welcome to the wonderful, the fabulous, the cafeteria!
Phoenix:
(Yikes... He's in an awfully good mood...)
Moe:
Alright! You know what time it is!! Riddle time!! Why does everyone cry when they eat Mexican pizza?
Phoenix:
Umm...
Moe:
C'mon! You can answer this! It's easy!!
Phoenix:
...Because cafeteria Mexican pizza is possibly a weapon of bowel destruction?
Moe:
*BUZZ* Wrong! Try again! OK! What do you think, girlie?
Maya:
Umm... Ahh! I got it!!
Moe:
OK!! What is your answer?
Maya:
Because they are in the Café Teary Eye!
Moe:
Exactly!! It's an incredibly sad place, that café. Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Maya:
I did it!!
Phoenix:
(What's going on? He's being too nice...)
Examine
Kitchen
Phoenix:
The kitchen is over here.
Moe:
Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I wrote a new joke about the kitchen... Let's see... How did that joke go... Umm...
Phoenix:
(Lemme guess... "What did the chef say to the chicken before dinner? Knife to meet ya!" It's gotta be something dumb like that...)
Moe:
What did the chef say to the chicken before dinner? Knife to meet ya!
Maya:
That's a great one Moe. I would have never thought of that.
Notice
Maya:
"Keep Our Cafeteria Clean!"
Moe:
Take a good look at that sign girlie.
Maya:
Huh? It says... "Keep Our Cafeteria Clean!?"
Moe:
I added a question mark on there... I'm thinking that might be why the cafeteria is so dirty.
Back table
Phoenix:
There are dirty dishes all over the place... It must have been too hectic that night to clean up.
Maya:
You know I can't stand a mess Nick! I think you and I should clean this place up for them!
Moe:
Yay! You two are going to help us restore order to this cafeteria!?
Phoenix:
What are you talking about? You're gonna help too!
Moe:
Clowns can't clean!! We're here to throw pies, not clean them up! I'm a bust-a-gut boy, not a bus boy! Get it... It was two jokes in one! I'm fat and funny! Get it!? Aha! Aha! Aha!
Phoenix:
Yes. Moe. We got it.
Maya:
Uhhh...
Dining tables
Phoenix:
It looks like they've left it exactly as it was on the night of the murder.
Moe:
I was in charge of the cooking that day. It was going to be a special menu.
Maya:
Really? What were you going to cook?
Moe:
Moe Moo Burgers.
Phoenix:
What are those?
Moe:
A beefy burger filled with laughs and a sauce that tastes like my jokes. They're outstanding.
Phoenix:
(So those burgers leave just as bad of a taste in your mouth as his jokes then.)
Knocked over chairs
Phoenix:
The chair's been knocked over.
Maya:
That's what it looks like.
Moe:
Looking at all this brings back lots of memories.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Moe:
I proposed here... To a girl on horseback. Of course, I was much younger back then.
Maya:
So what happened? What was her answer?
Moe:
Well... Let's just say that my love was put out to pasture.
Talk
Today's trial
Maya:
Today's been a really crazy day, hasn't it?
Moe:
You're telling me! I didn't think it was going to be so tough.
Maya:
Tough?
Moe:
Yeah. It was a tough crowd. That's what you call a crowd that refuses to laugh. For instance, it was such a tough crowd last night I had to smash watermelons.
Maya:
Hmm...
Moe:
I told them all a great story and even greater jokes, but no one busted out laughing...
Maya:
You even used the famed "No shoes, no shirt, no service" joke!
Moe:
Exactly! How can you not laugh at stunning comedy like that!?
What you witnessed
Phoenix:
Are you 100% sure about your testimony today?
Moe:
I saw that I saw! I swear! That creep just...
Maya:
Flew through the air?
Moe:
It wasn't exactly flying per say... It was more like floating. The silhouette of his face made me positive it was Max!
Phoenix:
(I don't see a Psyche-Lock... He must be telling the truth.)
Max's Bust (appears after presenting Grand Prix Photo)
Moe:
Max's bust should be on that small table over there.
Phoenix:
There's nothing over there.
Moe:
Really? ... Oh yeah. Hmm... When was it...? I'd say about five days ago, all of a sudden... The bust disappeared.
Maya:
It disappeared?
Moe:
If you want to see it, there's a photo on the bulletin board over there. Max just had to put the picture up.
Maya:
Hmm... Hey! This thing is really cool! Nick! Nick! I want someone to make a bust of me!
Phoenix:
Sure, as long as I'm not paying for it.
Maya:
Aww...
Max G. Bust added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Is there anything else that's changed about this place?
Moe:
Nope. Nothing's changed that I can see...
Phoenix:
(I wonder if he's actually thinking about this, or if he is setting up for a bad joke?)
Moe:
Nope nope... I'm drawing a blank here.
Phoenix:
(A quiet Moe is a good Moe in my book.)
Maya:
I guess there really aren't any other things that have changed, huh?
Moe:
Well... There is this one tinsy tiny thing that does seem different.
Phoenix:
Tell us! Tell us!
What changed (appears after Max's Bust)
Moe:
Well... On the morning of the crime, over on that bulletin board... This piece of paper was posted front and center.
Phoenix:
Piece of paper?
Moe:
It's torn, so I don't know what it said, but I could see it's* ([sic]) title.
Maya:
Yikes! It says, "To The Murderer!!"
Phoenix:
M-M-M-Murderer!?
Moell
Yup, that's what it says. But the rest of it has been ripped off. And I don't know who posted it.
Phoenix:
Umm... When did you find this?
Moe:
The morning before the murder.
Maya:
Before the murder!?
Moe:
Yes. The Ringmaster was killed the night after this paper was discovered.
Phoenix:
(Who in the world posted this thing...?)
Note added to the Court Record.
Maya:
Nick! I think this is a very important clue!
Present
Silk Hat, Ringmaster's Papers, Max G. Promo Poster, Max G. Bust, or Max profile
Moe:
I can't stand Max and his attitude sometimes!
Maya:
I know...
Moe:
But lately...
Maya:
Huh?
Moe:
It's just... Lately I've started to understand what he is always going on about.
Maya:
What is is then?
Moe:
Well... Umm... I'm not sure if I can explain it all that well just yet...
Phoenix:
(Just when you think it's impossible, Moe flashes a glimpse of maturity...)
Grand Prix Photo
Moe:
Ahh! Not this picture!! He showed it to you guys too?
Maya:
Huh? You've seen it as well?
Moe:
Well, you know what they say about Maximillion Galactica... He really gets around. Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
Maya:
Hehe.
Moe:
Oh yeah... He didn't just show me the picture!
Maya:
What do you mean?
Moe:
He showed me his bust too. Let me tell you, that this is enormous! It's in the picture, I think. He'd make us worship it... Everyday. He made us bow to his greatness.
Phoenix:
(He's got a... Big... Bust? I wouldn't mind hearing more about Max's bust... Not that I'm into that sorta thing...)
Note
Moe:
The morning of the murder, this was posted up on the bulletin board. That's when Max clonked Ben over the head. Sorry I hadn't remembered it until now. It was torn down before anyone really paid any attention to it.
Phoenix:
So you don't know what was written on it, do you?
Moe:
Unfortunately I don't. But I betcha they would know!
Phoenix:
Who are "they"?
Moe:
Max and Ben. They were at the cafeteria earlier than I was that morning.
Anything else
Moe:
Sorry, but I don't know anything about that.
Maya:
I see...
Moe:
After all, I'm just a clown.
Phoenix:
(I concede Moe's a clown, but I get the feeling he's not your average clown...)
Detention Center
Present
Note
Maya:
Do you know anything about this note?
Phoenix:
The morning of the murder, it was posted on the wall in the cafeteria...
Max:
I do know all about that note. When I read it, my heart certainly skipped a beat.
Maya:
Your heart skipped a beat?
Max:
While I was enjoying my morning tea, the Ringmaster and company entered the room.
Phoenix:
And company...?
Max:
I guess it wasn't really a company... It was just the Ringmaster and my sweetie pie. When the Ringmaster read the note, he turned an incredible bright red. All of a sudden he tore it off the wall and shoved it into the pocket of his tailcoat!
Maya:
Really!? Out of curiosity, what in the world was written on that thing?
Max:
... Let's see...
Maya:
Uh-huh...
Max:
Oh I don't want to steal the fun from my sweeties! Go and find out on your own! I'm sure you can find it somewhere. You might also want to ask my sweetie pie princess.
Big Top - Ringmaster's Room
(Presenting note to Max leads to:)
Examine
Tailcoat
Maya:
Hey, do you see that? There's a scrap of paper shoved into the pocket of the tailcoat.
Phoenix:
You know... I've got a feeling I know what that is...
Maya:
I bet that's the other half of the note that Moe gave us. Then let's hurry up and check this thing out, Nick! I knew it! It fits perfectly with the other piece.
Phoenix:
What does it say? What does it say? "To The Murderer! I have conclusive evidence of what took place. Meet at 10:00 PM tonight at the lodging house plaza."
Maya:
Tonight at 10:00 PM?
Phoenix:
That's when the murder took place!
Maya:
Now we need to find out who called out the Ringmaster!!
Note updated in the Court Record.
Tailcoat (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
The Ringmaster's tailcoat.
Maya:
It's been expertly cleaned and pressed. It's got one perfect crease.
Phoenix:
The Ringmaster must have liked things neat and tidy.
Maya:
This is kinda pointless isn't it? There's no way this beats Moe's room. Now that's cool!
Phoenix:
(All I can hear in my head right now is "Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!")
Big Top
(Presenting note to Max and examining tailcoat leads to:)
Move
Big Top – Cafeteria
Leads to:
December 29
Big Top
Cafeteria
December 29Big TopCafeteria
Maya:
Wha...? Moe's gone.
Phoenix:
There's a message on the bulletin board. "I'm hungry so I'm off to get some hamburgers! Love, Moe."
Maya:
Mmmm... Hammburrgeerrrr... Just thinking about it is making me hungry! All of a sudden I need a burger bad!!
Phoenix:
(All of a sudden, I need a new partner... BAD!!)
Circus Entrance
(Presenting note to Max and examining tailcoat leads to:)
Move
Lodging House - Plaza
Leads to:
December 29
Lodging House
Plaza
December 29Lodging HousePlaza
Maya:
Hey Detective Gumshoe! I'm sure you did a good job as usual.
Gumshoe:
Well, I am done with the investigation of the acrobat. Finally. But with Ms. von Karma...
...*beep* *beep*...
...*beep* *beep*...
...*beep* *beep*...
Maya:
Nick, what is that? That beeping sound?
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Gumshoe:
It's Ms. von Karma.
Maya:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Every time I hear that sound, she's usually not very far behind!
Phoenix:
Some sort of pager or something?
Gumshoe:
If you don't mind pal, I'm gonna go ahead and get outta here... Quick. See ya, pal!!
Maya:
I didn't know that Gumshoe could run that fast! So much for being a flatfoot.
Phoenix:
(Never seen a grown man so afraid of a girl still in her teens!)
Maya:
Well, let's go inside... It's freezing out here! Uh oh... The whi... OWWWW!! That whip could cut right through me...!!
Phoenix:
Von... Von... Von... Karma!! (She really did appear!!)
von Karma:
It was a battle today in court, wasn't it... Mr. Phoenix Wright!?
Phoenix:
Did you have to jump out and scare us like that? What can I do for you?
von Karma:
Tomorrow will be the day. The day my dream finally comes true!
Phoenix:
You mean the story of my defeat at your hands making the national news?
von Karma:
Ha ha ha... National news? You possess such a small sense of scale... The global news, Mr. Phoenix Wright! Your miserable plight will be known internationally!
Phoenix:
(I think she might be overestimating the importance of a win by just a smudge...)
Talk
Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix:
Von Karma... It appears you got your hands onto something, eh?
von Karma:
Hah! I'm amazed you picked up on that much.
Phoenix:
(Anyone could. You couldn't hide that look of victory with ten paper bags on your head!)
von Karma:
I've got "conclusive evidence" and a "conclusive witness"... Need any more hints?
Phoenix:
"A conclusive witness"... You must mean the acrobat, right?
von Karma:
I'm putting in the summons for him to be called as a witness as we speak. It's the final nail in your coffin, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it already, you want to beat and destroy me. I can't worry about her. I've got to try and find out more information myself.)
"Revenge"
Maya:
Why do you keep giving Nick the evil eye!? It doesn't matter if you prove the defendant guilty tomorrow... Nothing will be able to bring your dad back!
von Karma:
... My... Dad? You must mean the esteemed Manfred von Karma.
Maya:
Of course! Your dad! I know you miss him...
von Karma:
Enough out of you... One more word and you'll get a mouthful of whip. Now. When did I ever bring up my papa's name in this, or any other conversation...?
Phoenix:!! Then... Then what's this "revenge" thing you're talking about?
von Karma:
You wouldn't understand, Mr. Phoenix Wright. I have to see "him" again, one more time.
Phoenix:
"Him"?
von Karma:
I'm sure you know to whom I refer... Miles Edgeworth!!
Maya:
What!? Edgeworth!? Mr... EDGEWORTH!?
Phoenix:
M-M-Mi-Miles E-Ed-Edg-Edgeworth!!
Miles Edgeworth (appears after "Revenge")
Phoenix: 
Miles Edgeworth... Why would you even bring him up!?
von Karma:
You haven't forgotten, have you? Do you know who it was that trained the gifted prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth?
Maya:!! Manfred... von... Karma...
von Karma:
Exactly right. It was my papa.
Maya:
That means that Edgeworth was...
von Karma:
Right again. Miles was like a little brother to me.
Maya:
Huh? Little brother? Edgeworth and Nick are the same age...
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... The man who inspired me to become an attorney. I fought against him in a few cases... But after "that" case was over... He "vanished"...)
von Karma:
It's your fault he is gone.
Maya:
HUH!?
von Karma:
It's the truth, isn't it Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
I... I...
Maya:
Nick! What does she mean!?
Edgeworth's death (appears after Miles Edgeworth)
Phoenix: 
After that case, Edgeworth was in a peculiar state, and he got worse everyday. He never set foot into court again... And then one day, he just vanished. All he left was a simple note at the prosecutor's office.
von Karma:
"Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death."
Phoenix:
That was one year ago. It was right after you left to go back home.
Maya:
Mr. Edgeworth... He's dead?
von Karma:
I don't believe it. He's still alive. I'm sure of it... Somewhere in this world, he's still alive. "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death?" Of course he did! You ruined his reputation as a Prosecutor! You effectively killed the Prosecutor in him. Just like your victory muddied the honorable name Von Karma! I'm going to find him... Then I'm going to teach him the difference between right and wrong with my own hands!
Present
Anything
Maya:
What about this? OWWW!! She hit me again.
Phoenix:
Maybe you should hold off on the wild goose chases.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Maya:
N-N-Nick! Umm... About Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
Maya, I already told you this once. Don't make me do it again. Don't bring up his name in front of me again, OK?
Maya:
N-Nick...?
Phoenix:
Von Karma?
von Karma:
What?
Phoenix:
I don't know if you are god's gift to prosecutors or not, but I've had about enough of you!! Him too!
Maya:
Wha... What happened?
von Karma:
Hmph. This dog is all bark and no bite. He's already been defeated... Regardless, I have nothing to inform you two of today. Tomorrow will be the greatest courtroom battle this country has ever seen!!
Maya:
Nick?
Phoenix:
Let's go. We need to talk with the performer on the third floor.
Maya:
I'm sorry I brought it up, Nick...
Move
Acro's Room
Leads to:
December 29
Lodging Hall 3rd Floor
Acro's Room
December 29Lodging Hall 3rd FloorAcro's Room
???:
You must be Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes.
???:
Pleased to meet you. I'm Ken Dingling.
Acro:
But here at the circus, everyone just calls me Acro.
Maya:
Mr... Acro.
Phoenix:
Ummm... How do you know my name?
Acro:
The detective told me. He said you'd definitely show up here.
Maya:
Acro, you're a member of this circus as well?
Acro:
That's right. I mainly perform on the tightrope or the flying trapeze. But nowadays... All I perform in is my wheelchair.
Examine
Junk pile
Maya:
Eww... It's a huge pile of trash!
Phoenix:
One man's trash is another monkey's treasure.
Maya:
I guess you're right. Look! They're all shiny things.
Phoenix:
He's even got a motorcycle exhaust. What do they call this thing? Oh... A tuba right?
Maya:
Of course it's a tuba, silly! You didn't know that!?
Phoenix:
Hey... It's a picture of Regina.
Maya:
Well, she is a shining beauty.
Phoenix:
No objections here.
Calendar
Maya:
Hehe... It's a monkey calendar!
Phoenix:
Acro must really love monkeys.
Talk
Berry Big Circus
Phoenix:
Acro, why did you join the circus?
Acro:
When I was a kid, my parents failed miserably at business. Then one night, they decided to run away from it all... Without me.
Maya:
...!!
Acro:
The only person who was willing to take my parent's* ([sic]) place was the Ringmaster. The Ringmaster took such incredible care of me. He was truly a lifesaver.
Maya:
It seems like the Ringmaster was truly a saint.
Acro:
He was... That's why I decided to do something very important. I decided that I would devote my entire life to finding a way to repay him... And now... Look how someone repaid him for all the good in his life!!
Phoenix:
It's such a shame.
Acro:
Sometimes I think that he was almost too kind... Perhaps he was too kind to his performers... Perhaps he was too kind to his daughter.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I wonder if he spoiled Regina?)
Maya:
Regina is so cute!! She's truly a princess.
Acro:
Truly a princess? Are you sure that's a good thing?
Maya:
Umm...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Do I detect a hint of a grudge against Regina...)
Wheelchair
Maya:
Umm... I'm sorry to ask, but why are you in a wheel chair?
Acro:
The nerves in my legs were badly damaged.
Phoenix:
And you can't walk now?
Acro:
I can't even stand now. And since I live on the third floor, I can't even leave this building by myself.
Maya:
That's awful...
Phoenix:
The accident happened during an acrobatics session, right?
Acro:
Umm...
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(A Psyche-Lock! It doesn't seem like Acro's injuries were acrobatic in nature...)
Acro:
What's on your mind, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Well... Exactly when were you injured?
Acro:
It's almost been six months since I was hurt. I injured my legs during practice.
Phoenix:
(Six months ago... What in the world went on at this circus then!?)
Wheelchair (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Acro:
I'm still undergoing rehabilitation for my injuries. I still can't stand, but the doctor's* ([sic]) say that I'll be able to recover and walk again.
Maya:
Out of curiosity, what kind of accident was it again?
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Acro:
I don't really have much more to add beyond that.
Phoenix:
(Acro's hiding what really caused his "accident". Maybe it's related to what happened to the Ringmaster?)
What happened
Phoenix:
I stopped by yesterday and noticed that you weren't in your room.
Acro:
I was at the hospital all day yesterday.
Phoenix:
Ahh... You went there for rehabilitation? What about the murder?
Acro:
Of course I knew about it... I spoke with the police before they allowed me to go to the hospital. Before I got the call from the prosecutor, I was convinced that it was all a dream.
Maya:
Huh?
Acro:
I just couldn't believe it. When I saw what I saw...
Phoenix:
"What you saw"...? (Jeez, that sounded really ominous...)
What you witnessed (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
What did you see, Acro?
Acro:
That night... I was in bed sleeping when I heard a huge sound coming from below my window.
Maya:
I see... The scene of the crime was right below your window.
Acro:
That's when I looked out the window...
Maya:
What did you see?
Acro:
He was flying straight up into the air...
Phoenix:
H-He?
Acro:
Maximillion Galactica.
Maya:
Whaaatttt!?
Phoenix:
(That's what I thought he'd say...) Your absolutely positive that it was Max you saw flying?
Acro:
I am absolutely sure. There's no doubt in my mind.
Maya:
N-Nick...
Present
Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Acro, please take a look at this photo for us...
Acro:
No problem... Ahh... This is how it ended for him... Such a shame...
Phoenix:
(He seems awfully calm... But his eyes have a look of sorrow and profound pain...)
Acro:
If my legs weren't like this... I would have been able to prevent this from happening! That's an absolute certainty!
Maya:
Acro...
Silk Hat, Ringmaster's Papers, Max G. Promo Poster, Grand Prix Photo, or Max G. Bust
Acro:
Maximillion Galactica, right? You'll have to forgive me, but I try not to think about him.
Phoenix:
(Acro won't even look at it...)
Maya:
It looks like something is really weighing on him.
Money the Monkey
Acro:
Heh... Money is a great friend to me.
Phoenix:
That pile of "treasure" over there is his collection, huh?
Acro:
It is indeed. Money will bring anything back with him.
Maya:
Aww... That's so cute!
Acro:
Yeah, I'm not great with the ladies... But I seem to be pretty popular with the animals.
Note
Acro:
Hmm... What's this?
Phoenix:
That's what we want to know.
Maya:
It was posted in the cafeteria the morning before the murder.
Acro:
In the... Cafeteria?
Phoenix:
(W-What happened? He suddenly looks incredibly serious...)
Acro:
... If it's got something to do with her, then you should go straight to the source.
Maya:
Her?
Acro:
Regina. Ask her about it.
Max profile
Acro:
You want to know about Max? Well, his colleagues in the circus all seem to hate him.
Phoenix:
What about you, Acro?
Acro:
I've got my issues with him as well. But he just also happens to have a diamond shining in his soul.
Maya:
A diamond shining in his soul?
Acro:
I guess you could say it is his pride as a performer. We didn't have that pride in ourselves before Max arrived. Honestly, I think he brought something wonderful to this circus when he came.
Maya:
Acro...
Phoenix:
(This guy is really different from the other members of the circus...)
Ben profile
Phoenix:
I was hoping you could shed some light on Ben...
Acro:
Well, he'll always be here. And as long as he's here, he really can only continue to be a ventriloquist. Whether that's a good thing for him or not... I'm afraid I can't really say.
Franziska von Karma profile
Acro:
Mr. Wright. I just realized who you remind me of... You're just like this prosecutor.
Phoenix:
W-W-W-W-WHAT!?
Acro:
You and the prosecutor have the same glint in your eyes.
Phoenix:
Y-You're joking, right!? You think I'm like that whip carrying demon!?
Acro:
Whoa... No need to get so hostile about it. You two may view things from very different perspectives... for now. But you both see the world through the same color-tinted glasses. I know because when I look at people, their eyes are the only things I can believe in.
Maya:
Hmm... Nick and Von Karma, huh...
Regina Berry profile
Acro:
Regina...
Maya:
She's cool, isn't she? And can you believe such a cute girl is an animal tamer!?
Acro:
It seems animals are not the only thing* ([sic]) she tames.
Maya:
Huh?
Acro:
Max, the Ringmaster, Ben... She's got them all under her thumb.
Maya:
W-Whaddya mean by that?
Acro:
Hmm... Maybe I went a bit overboard. It's just Regina's innocence. She was incredibly sheltered as a child.
Maya:
I'd say it seems that way.
Acro:
That's why she can be so cruel.
Maya:
What?
Acro:
Regina is just like the animals she claims to tame. She's innocent, thus she can be cruel.
Phoenix:
(I wonder what happened between Acro and Regina...)
Russell Berry profile
Acro:
The Ringmaster... He was even more than a father to me. When he took me in, the circus was in bad shape. It was obvious that he had no real way of supporting us.
Phoenix:
(Who does he mean by us...?)
Maya:
Is that why you started with acrobatics?
Acro:
Back then, I was only nine years old. I begged the Ringmaster to let me try, and he finally gave in. Having a kid in the circus was probably the last thing in the world that he wanted... I just wanted to be helpful. So I could help the Ringmaster.
Maya:
That's such a nice story.
Moe profile
Acro:
The Ringmaster really believed in Moe. One-hundred percent. What will happen to the circus now that the Ringmaster's gone...? The beginning of the Lawrence Curls era I suppose.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if it's really alright to let Moe run the show...)
Acro:
Mr. Wright, you don't know much about Moe, I suspect.
Phoenix:
You can see right through me.
Maya:
Aww Nick! You can't let him get to you like that! You're an attorney!
Acro profile
Acro:
I can't believe what happened to the Ringmaster... Such a wonderful man... What a pity. I have no clue what to do with my life now.
Maya:
I'm sorry...
Acro:
This circus meant everything to me. But don't worry about me... There are still things that I have left to do in this world.
Any other evidence
Maya:
What do you think of this!?
Acro:
I'm sorry, but in my present physical condition... I don't really know much about what goes on outside of this room.
Maya:
Oh... We're sorry...
Acro:
Don't worry about it. No need to apologize.
Any other profiles
Acro:
Lately, I've been confined to this room, so I don't have a clue what's going on with the circus.
Circus Entrance
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Acro leads to:)
Move
Big Top
Leads to:
December 29
Berry Big Circus
Big Top
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Any other profiles
Maya:
That's not really important is it?
Phoenix:
Must you always be so blunt?
December 29Berry Big CircusBig Top
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
Phoenix:
(I've got a bad feeling about this...)
Grrrrrrrrrrr... Grawwwwwww!!
Maya:
YAAAH!! NICK!!
Phoenix:
(Wonderful... Today's special must be Filet O'Phoenix!)
Regina:
STAY! STAY! HEEL! Oh! Maya! Nick! It's you guys! I'm sorry... I guess I made a mistake.
Phoenix:
A m-m-mistake!?
Regina:
Yeah. A little one. I was thinking of teaching whatever primate was out there a lesson... But I was expecting more of a monkey than a human...
Maya:
A monkey?
Talk
Russell Berry
Maya:
It's a pity about what happened to the Ringmaster.
Regina:
Dad?
Maya:
Everyone loved him, didn't they? He must have been quite a man.
Regina:
He was!! I love my dad sooo much!
Phoenix:
(I hate to say it, but she doesn't seem all that broken up about her father...)
Regina:
That's why I feel so lonely. Now that I won't be able to see him for a while...
Maya:
For a while?
Regina:
Yeah. When Léon died, I talked with my dad, and he told me that... "When someone dies, they just become a star in the heavens."
Maya:
A s-star?
Regina:
That means that my dad is looking down on me from the sky. That's why I love the night so much. I can see everyone who's gone.
Phoenix:
("When someone dies, they just become a star in the heavens." That's kinda sweet... But I bet you there's no way that Maya believes that...)
Maya:
What do you mean "there's no way I believe that"!?
Regina:
Do you think that one day... I'll be a star too?
Maya:
Of course!
Regina:
You really think so?
Phoenix:
Yeah... You will. I think...
Regina:
I've got a feeling that everyone is doing great up there in the sky!
Phoenix:
(I wonder if everything's alright with Regina...)
Money the Monkey
Maya:
Just to go back up and clear something up... Why'd you want to teach Money a lesson?
Regina:
Because he's a meanie! He's got something that means a lot to me...
Maya:
Something that means a lot to you? It must be something shiny right?
Regina:
Umm... Actually... It's a stage costume. It's got lots of spangles... It's really beautiful, you should see it.
Maya:
What are spangles?
Regina:
When the costume gets hit by the spotlight, it dazzles. Hey Mr. Attorney!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Regina:
If you saw that monkey, you'd get my dress back for me, wouldn't you? It's really important to me...
Gladly!
Leads to:
"Leave it all up to us!"
But of course!
Leads to:
"Leave it all up to us!"
I'll get it for you!
Leads to:
"Leave it all up to us!"
Maya:
Leave it all up to us!
Phoenix:
(There's no way I could tun down that request...)
Regina:
Yay! You're really gonna do it!?
Present
Silk Hat, Max G. Promo Poster, Grand Prix Photo, or Max G. Bust
Regina:
There's no denying it... Max is cool. I wanna try flying someday! With Max!!
Phoenix:
(She's already flown off into her own little world...)
Maya:
Nick, I wanna try flying too!
Phoenix:
Uhh... OK. I'll think about it.
Money the Monkey
Regina:
He just loves to cause nothing but trouble... That cute little monkey.
Maya:
But don't you think using a tiger to scare him is a bit much?
Regina:
Huh? Why's that?
Maya:
Do you really have to ask that!? It's dangerous to use a tiger for that kinda thing!!
Regina:
It's not dangerous at all. Regent's just a little kitten!
Phoenix:
(I've seen plenty of kittens... And that's no kitten.)
Small Seasoning Bottle
Regina:
That's pepper, isn't it? From the cafeteria...
Phoenix:
Huh? It's from the cafeteria?
Regina:
It's not? I remember seeing it there.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... So this was the cafeteria's pepper...)
Regina:
You know, I'm not a big fan of pepper.
Note
Phoenix:
Regina, have you ever seen this before?
Regina:
Uhh... I know what this is.
Maya:
R-Really!?
Regina:
Well, it was in my pocket for a while.
Phoenix:
I-It was in your pocket!? This piece of paper... Was in your pocket!?
Regina:
Hmm... I guess I noticed it was in there around breakfast time.
Phoenix:
Breakfast time?
Regina:
Yeah. I always take Acro his breakfast in the morning. That's when I also take out the trash in his room. Then I'd go to the cafeteria and eat my own breakfast...
Maya:
That's when you realized the piece of paper was in your pocket?
Regina:
Yep. But since I'm not a murderer, I just figured it belonged in someone else's pocket.
Phoenix:
And then what...?
Regina:
I wondered if the person who lost it was in trouble, so...
Maya:
You didn't put it on the bulletin board in the cafeteria, did you?
Regina:
I did! I stuck it up there. How'd you know...?
Phoenix:
Hmm... (So it was Regina who put it up there!) When did this happen?
Regina:
Umm... The morning of the murder. I think.
Phoenix:
(That explains a lot...)
Regina:
I wonder who wrote this...
Note updated in the Court Record.
Note (subsequent times)
Regina:
I wonder what they mean by murderer... It's like some sort of soap opera. It's kinda strange.
Phoenix:
(Strange is probably too nice of a word...)
Max profile
Regina:
Hey Maya, do you know if Max is doing OK?
Maya:
Well... Umm... I don't think I'd go so far as to say he was OK...
Regina:
Aww... I hope he comes back here real soon.
Maya:
I'm sure he's going to come back here... Right, Nick?
Regina:
There's no way he will lose with you helping him... Right, Mr. Attorney?
Phoenix:
Umm... *gulp* Of course. If I'm Wright, you're right!!
Russell Berry profile
Regina:
I might not be able to see my Dad for a while, but... I know I can wait until I see him again.
Maya:
That's the spirit. Even though he won't be coming home...
Regina:
Don't do that Maya. Please don't look at me that way.
Maya:
I-I'm s-s-sorry.
Phoenix:
(Regina's so cheerful... It kinda makes you wonder if all the lights are on... Especially when she says she won't be able to see her dad "for a while"...)
Moe profile
Regina:
He's been a good friend to my dad for a really long time now. My dad always said... "When it comes to who I can entrust the circus to, it's definitely Moe."
Maya:
Hmm... Yep! That clown is one lovable stooge. Don't you think so, Nick?
Phoenix:
Umm... No comment...
Acro profile
Regina:
Ahh, it's Acro. Is he in his room today?
Phoenix:
Yes, he is. We just came back from meeting with him.
Regina:
I hope his legs get better soon. Acro's so incredible! Especially on the trapeze!
Maya:
The trapeze is that enormous swing hanging from the top of the tent, right?
Regina:
Yep, that's it! I really want to see him up there again... Acro the Acrobat.
Phoenix:
(That's strange... Acro doesn't seem to have very many nice things to say about Regina... But Regina seems to like Acro just fine.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting note leads to:)
Move
Big Top - Cafeteria
Leads to:
December 28
Big Top
Cafeteria
December 29Big TopCafeteria
Maya:
Something smells fantastic! So we know it can't be Moe... Wait! I know what it is!! It's burgers!!
Moe:
Hello hello hello! Welcome to the Bistro du Cirque aka the cafeteria!
Maya:
Mmm... It smells so good in here... Those burgers look great!
Phoenix:
(She's drooling like she' some sort of crazed burger monster!)
Moe:
My burgers are the best!! Juicy meat... Toasted buns... Special sauce... They are absolutely irresistible to anyone with a hankering for a burger! One bite will send you into hamburger heaven!
Maya:
I bet! I can tell by the smell.
Phoenix:
(Whoa... I'm getting hungry too! Those burgers must have some kind of special power!)
Talk
Berry Big Circus
Maya:
Now that the Ringmaster is gone, what are you going to do?
Moe:
That's all I've thought about the past two days... Everyone loved Russell... You've heard Acro's story haven't you?
Phoenix:
Like how he was adopted when he was younger?
Moe:
He's calmed down a bit now, but when the murder happened he was livid. Acro was so upset that he said he couldn't go on.
Phoenix:
He was that upset?
Moe:
Yes he was... Anyways, I gave it some thought. Maybe I should give up on trying to be a half-baked clown... I've been thinking of trying on the Ringmaster's shoes...
Maya:
What!? Really!?
Moe:
Max would still be an issue though...
Maya:
Max?
Moe:
He may be a bit mean and hard to work with, but it's hard to argue his importance. He's probably the reason the circus is still around... A lot of what he says is right.
Maya:
Moe...
Moe:
All that's left is to see if everyone would get over the tragedy... You know...
Phoenix:
(The tragedy? You know? What is he talking about?)
"Get over it"?
Phoenix:
"Get over" what tragedy, Moe?
Moe:
Huh!? Don't worry about it... It's nothing. Nothing at all.
Maya:
He must mean the tragic death of the Ringmaster, right?
Moe:
Yes Yes! That's it! You're right, girlie! Dang! Dang! Dang! Correct-o-mundo!!
Phoenix:
(Doesn't he mean "ding"?) Moe... I mean no disrespect here, but... Are you lying to us?
Moe:
Egghhh... No! Not at all! What makes you think that!?
Phoenix:
Just the way you said "if everyone would get over it" seemed a bit strange. It sounded like you were talking about something from a long time ago.
Moe:
Eek eek eek eek eek.
Phoenix:
Moe! I'm right!! Aren't I!?
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Hmm... So now we're getting closer to the truth.)
Moe:
It was about six months ago... It was just a little accident... Give me a break... Us old men have accidents. I wear big pants for a reason!
Phoenix:
(Six months ago, eh...)
"Get over it"? (after Psyche-Locks appear)
Phoenix:
C'mon Moe. Tell us what happened six months ago.
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Moe:
I'm kinda busy right now. Look... I'm eating a burger as we speak!
Maya:
Mmm... That looks so tasty!
Phoenix:
(I just wish we could do something about Moe chewing with his mouth open...)
Present
Note
Moe:
Let's see here. "To The Murderer!"... That's far from polite. Where did you find the rest of this note anyway?
Phoenix:
(Maybe it'd be best if I didn't tell Moe where we found it...) Don't worry, about it, Moe.
Moe:
If I didn't need to worry about it, you shouldn't have shown it to me!!
Acro profile
Moe:
He's always been a very private guy. When he came here, he was only about 10 years old. We had just started the Berry Big Circus around the time that Russell took him in. These are really hard memories to bring up...
Maya:
Acro was so happy to have joined the circus...
Phoenix:
He was especially grateful to the Ringmaster... And I'm sure he is grateful to you too.
Moe:
Huh? He's grateful to me too? Aww... Shucks. You guys are exaggerating.
Phoenix:
(He's fidgeting around so much, you can tell that he's embarrassed.)
Circus Entrance
(Clearing all "Talk" options to Regina and presenting note leads to:)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 28, 11:19 AM
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
December 29Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
... They must have taken Max in for questioning again.
Phoenix:
There really isn't anything that we need to ask him right now anyway.
Maya:
You're right, I guess... Alright, let's go then.
Lodging House - Plaza
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Regina and presenting note leads to:)
Move
Moe's Room
Leads to:
December 29
Lodging Hall 1st Floor
Moe's Room
December 29Lodging Hall 1st FloorMoe's Room
Maya:
Hmm... Moe's not here.
Phoenix:
What's that!? I hear something...
Maya:
S-Stop it, Nick... You're scaring me!
Money:
Oooo-Ooooh!
Maya:
Nick!! It's Money!!
Phoenix:
That monkey's gotten his hands on something again...
Maya:
That's it! That's the thing "that means a lot" to Regina, remember?
Phoenix:
(Alright! Time to take on this monkey, attorney-style!)
Give it back, monkey-brain!
Phoenix:
Give it back, monkey-brain!
Money:
Oooo-Ooooo-Ooooh!
Phoenix:
That means a lot to Regina!! A real man wouldn't make a little girl cry!!
Money:
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo-Oooh!
Maya:
Yikes!!
Phoenix:
WAAHHH!!
Phoenix:
I tried to have a man-to-man talk with him... I really did.
Maya:
You know... Man-to-man isn't really accurate. It was more like man-to-monkey.
Leads to:
"Nick! What's that?"
Stay!
Phoenix:
Stay! Money! Stay!
Money:
Oo-Ooooh?
Phoenix:
Hey, it's working!!
Maya:
Umm... It sounded like he was confused at the end of that "Ooooh".
Phoenix:
Stay... AHHHH!!
Money:
Oooooo-Oo-Oooh!
Maya:
Yikes!!
Phoenix:
WAAHHH!!
Phoenix:
I knew that acting like Regina would do the trick!
Leads to:
"Nick! What's that?"
Ooo-oo-ooh! *scratch, scratch*
Phoenix:
Oooh-Oooh-Oh-Oh!
Money:
Oo-Ooooh?
Phoenix:
Wa-Oooh-Oooh!!
Money:
Oooooo-Oo-Oooh!
Maya:
Yikes!!
Phoenix:
WAAHHH!!
Phoenix:
I tried to have a monkey-to-monkey talk with him... I really did.
Leads to:
"Nick! What's that?"
Maya:
Nick! What's that?
Phoenix:
I swiped it while Money was distracted...
Maya:
Really? You're really on the ball today, Nick! Lemme see it... Lemme see it!!
Phoenix:
Huh? You can see it fine from where you are.
Maya:
You know what I mean... I really want to try on Regina's costume...
Phoenix:
(Maybe then they'll take you in at the circus and I can get some peace and quiet...)
Maya:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
What's the matter now?
Maya:
It doesn't fit me at all!
Phoenix:
Oh well, guess it's time for you to lay off the burgers! Not to mention it doesn't look like something any girl I know would actually wear.
Stage Costume added to the Court Record.
Big Top
Talk
Léon (appears after presenting Stage Costume)
Phoenix:
Léon... He was killed, wasn't he?
Regina:
That's right. My dad killed him.
Maya:
Why!?
Regina:
Well... Léon did something really bad during practice.
Phoenix:
During practice?
Regina:
Léon was sitting down, and then he opened his mouth. You know... GAAAWWW...
Maya:
Uh huh. Uh huh.
Regina:
Usually when he did that, I would put my head into his mouth.
Maya:
Uh huh. Uh huh... Wait... You put your HEAD into a lion's MOUTH!?
Regina:
I sure did. The people in the crowd always loved seeing me do that! They'd always start screaming!
Phoenix:
(You sure they were screaming because they loved seeing you do that!?) Anyways... What was the "bad thing"?
Regina:
Oh yeah. Léon bit someone during that practice.
Maya:
R-R-Regina!! Everything was alright though right?
Regina:
No, it wasn't alright... That was the problem. My dad was incredibly angry.
Phoenix:
And that's then Léon...
Regina:
Yeah. That's when he became a star in the sky.
Phoenix:
Poor thing...
Léon has been added to the Court Record.
Present
Stage Costume
Maya:
Here you go Regina!!
Regina:
YAY! THANK YOU!! YOU REALLY GOT IT BACK FOR ME!!
Phoenix:
Don't mention it.
Regina:
I love you, Mr. Attorney!
Phoenix:
*blush* It's... Nothing... (No wonder guys melt to mush in front of this girl...)
Maya:
Hey Regina. That costume is yours right? I tried it on, but it didn't fit me...
Regina:
Huh? This costume? This isn't mine. It was Léon's.
Phoenix:
Léon's?
Maya:
You know... The lion she told us about.
Phoenix:
(Ohh... The one that someone killed.)
Big Top - Cafeteria
Present
Léon
Moe:
You wouldn't know it but I was responsible for naming all the animals at the circus.
Maya:
You named Money the Monkey? And Regent, Regina's tiger?
Moe:
Guilty as charged. But Léon got his name from the Ringmaster.
Maya:
Really?
Moe:
He always said "keep names simple and easy to associate".
Maya:
Nick's name is simple and easy to associate, right Wright?
Moe:
I always told Russell "If that's what you think, then call him Lyin' the Lion!" I's a great name, don't you think? Imagine if he could talk... "Im Lyin'!" Aha! Aha!
Maya:
Lyin'...
Moe:
But that's when Russell said, "Don't lie to yourself. That name is awful."
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- "Get Over It"? --
Phoenix:
Moe, please tell us what happened six months ago. What in the world went on at this circus?
Moe:
OK OK... There's no need to look so scary when you ask me. Hey! Look over there! Some juicy burgers! Let's eat instead!!
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, I'm more of a grilled chicken sandwich man myself.
Moe:
Uhhh...
Phoenix:
Actually... I've kinda got an idea of what happened back then.
Moe:!!
Phoenix:
Moe, you said something about an accident? This wouldn't happen to be the cause of that accident, would it?
Present Léon
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I heard a little bit about it from Regina?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
What about this!?
Moe:
Look tasty!!
Phoenix:
W-What!?
Moe:
You know!! The burgers!!
Phoenix:
(It looks like I shot a blank on that attempt...)
Moe:
Whaddya say? Another burger sound alright to you?
Leads back to:
"Moe, you said something about an accident?"
Phoenix:
I heard a little bit about it from Regina? Léon made a mistake during a performance, right?
Moe:
Whattttttt!?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Moe:
... I told them so many times... "You shouldn't be doing dangerous performances like that!"
Phoenix:
Putting their head inside of Léon's mouth was part of a act!?
Moe:
But Regina believed in Léon. She believed so strongly that the Ringmaster went along... He could never say no to her.
Phoenix:
Out of curiosity, who was bitten?
Moe:
...
Phoenix:
Come on Moe! Don't clam up on me now. Who did Léon bite on the head?
Moe:
Well... Umm... I promised I wouldn't say anything.
Phoenix:
You promised?
Moe:
He's involved in this too.
Phoenix:
(He's "involved" huh? Moe must be talking about...) Moe. Is this the person that you promised you wouldn't say anything?
Present Acro profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It must have been Acro, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Moe:
Oooowoooahhhh!!
Phoenix:
What's the matter?
Moe:
There's a lot of spice on this Cajun burger!
Phoenix:
Umm... What about the person who you promised to keep silent?
Leads back to:
"He's involved in this too."
Phoenix:
It must have been Acro, right?
Moe:
H-H-H-How... How'd you know?
Phoenix:
Don't worry about that, Moe. Getting to the bottom of this accident may help solve what happened to the Ringmaster.
Moe:
No... No way.
Phoenix:
I need to know the truth about what happened to Russell. Please tell me what you know.
Moe:
... I'm sorry, Acro...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
"Get over it"?
Moe:
It's just like you said. You know... The accident.
Maya:
Did someone... die?
Moe:
No, but it would have probably been better if he had.
Phoenix:
What!? How would that have been better!?
Moe:
He's still alive... But when he got bit, he suffered massive brain damage. He'll never recover from the coma that he's in...
Maya:
Coma...?
Moe:
All he does now is lay in his bed at the hospital. And that's all he's ever going to be able to do...
Maya:
I see...
Phoenix:
How is he related to Acro?
Moe:
He's his brother.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Moe:
The person who got bit was Acro's brother.
Maya:
B-Brother?
Moe:
They were an acrobat team of brothers, Acro and Bat. Cute nicknames, I thought... Anyways, they were an incredible team... Cut down at the same time...
Acro's brother (appears after "Get over it"?)
Maya:
Umm... Who is Acro's younger brother?
Moe:
Sean Dingling... But everyone always called him Bat. He fell in love with Regina. Trying to win her love was his downfall.
Phoenix:
(Everyone seems to fall in love with Regina...)
Moe:
Six months ago... While we were practicing... All of a sudden Bat blurts out, "Let me perform with Léon!"
Maya:
Why'd he do that?
Moe:
I don't know. But that's what caused the accident. I'll never forget that moment... It was so strange... Léon had the weirdest look on his face. He was... Smiling.
Maya:
He? You mean Léon?
Moe:
Yes. Léon. When he bit down, he was smiling. Some sick grin...
Maya:
No way!! That's impossible!!
Phoenix:
(A smirking lion... A flying murderer... Why does it seem that it's always Moe who catches all of these incredible events?)
Maya:
Nick? Can lions smile?
Phoenix:
Umm...
Moe:
We never told the police about the incident. The circus would have shut down if we had. The next morning, the Ringmaster took Léon out and shot him with a rifle.
(Talking about "Acro's brother" leads to:)
Maya:
So that's what really happened...
Moe:
Well... You guys were so serious! What was I supposed to do!? I had to tell you! But all this truthfulness has put me in the mood for a burger! Here... You two have some pepper! *shaka shaka shaka shaka*
Phoenix:
(There he goes again, acting like his normal lazy self...)
Maya:
Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... *Achoo!* *Achoo!*
Moe:
Nice! What a wonderful sneeze!!
Maya:
Huh? You think so?
Moe:
You sneeze with pepper and slip on a banana... That's basic clownsmanship. Girlie, I know you "Gotti" understand that!!
Maya:
Nick! I think I'd make a good clown!
Moe:
Other than Regina, I've never seen a cuter sneezer!
Maya:
Heh heh! Does Regina sneeze with pepper too?
Moe:
She does! Bat would always tease her with pepper!
Maya:
B-Bat?
Moe:
From my point of view, those two always looked so perfect together...
Maya:
They looked perfect together, huh?
Lodging House - Plaza
(Talking about "Acro's brother" leads to:)
Move
Acro's Room
Leads to:
"Ahh... Mr. Wright. Back again I see."
Acro's Room
Acro:
Ahh... Mr. Wright. Back again I see.
Maya:
Well, he did say, "I'll be back." Wait... or was that someone else?
Phoenix:
(We're back because Acro's hiding why his legs were injured! He was hurt in the accident six months ago! It would seem that he knows that we know...)
Acro:
Well well... It seems you've got things you want to talk about, so fire away.
Present Maya's Magatama
Phoenix:
Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- About the Wheelchair --
Phoenix:
I have to ask you, how were you injured?
Acro:
I'm sorry, I thought we talked about this? It was an accident that happened during practice.
Phoenix:
An accident during practice?
Acro:
Yes. Unfortunately acrobats are prone to all sorts of injuries.
Phoenix:
(He's lying... If that were the real cause, he'd have no reason to keep it a secret.) Acro, are you really telling me that a practice accident was the cause of your injury?
Present Léon
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Léon..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Alright Acro... Just tell me the truth.
Acro:
Do you mind if I ask you a question first?
Phoenix:
What do you want to know?
Acro:
Do you really think I could get an injury like this from something like that?
Phoenix:
(Yikes! It seems I'm off-track with this one...)
Acro:
If that's how you handle yourself, I suggest a net if you ever try the tightrope.
Phoenix:
(He's right. I slipped up just now... I've got to rethink things.)
Leads back to:
"An accident during practice?"
Acro:
Léon...
Phoenix:
Six months ago, you were attacked by the lion. That's when you were injured.
Acro:
...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(I know I'm on the right track. I just need to keep going...)
Acro:
You're saying that I was attacked? By a lion!?
Phoenix:
That's what I'm saying.
Acro:
I'm sorry Mr. Wright, but I'm an acrobat. I'm no animal tamer... If a lion was coming for me, I'd be running for the exit.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure if "attack" is the best word to be using. You must have... battled the lion.
Acro:
You seem to enjoy telling jokes... Why would I decide to battle a lion?
Phoenix:
Because you had to fight it. You had to fight it to save someone.
Present Bat profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Bat..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
So how about it, Acro?
Acro:
You mind if I ask one question first?
Phoenix:
Go ahead. What do you want to know?
Acro:
Why would I possibly battle the king of the jungle for something like that?
Phoenix:
Huh? (I must be going in the wrong direction.)
Acro:
Mr. Wright, I assure you that it would take more than that to get me to go after a lion.
Leads back to:
"You seem to enjoy telling jokes... Why would I decide to battle a lion?"
Acro:
Bat...
Phoenix:
It was a shame what happened to your brother six months ago.
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
You tried to save him, didn't you? And that's how you got that terrible injury.
Acro:
...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Acro:
Moe... He must have told you...
Phoenix:
Yes, we learned about Bat from Moe. But he didn't mention anything about you in regards to the accident. I suppose it was just a slip of the tongue on his part. That's how I figured it out.
Acro:
A slip of the tongue?
Moe:
Anyways, they were an incredible team... Cut down at the same time...
Phoenix:
"Cut down at the same time..." That was where he slipped, and that's how I figured it out. You two ended up wrapped up in the same accident together, like always.
Acro:
I see... But an accident is an accident. It wasn't anyone's fault...
Phoenix:
(I still haven't broken Acro's Psyche-Lock... He must have an incredibly deep seeded secret...) "It wasn't anyone's fault..." Do you care to explain more?
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
Acro, I know you are still hiding something from me... Maybe something you don't seem to like much is the reason you're being evasive.
Present Regina Berry profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"R-Regina..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
What about this, Acro?
Acro:
Are you aware how strange you seem sometimes? You seem to think you know what will happen before you do... But you're wrong.
Phoenix:
What?
Acro:
It's clear you haven't come to grips with what's going on.
Phoenix:
(Argh! There's no way I can back pedal away from this...)
Leads back to:
"Acro, I know you are still hiding something from me..."
Acro:
R-Regina...
Phoenix:
You always seem calm and collected, until you start talking about her. Saying things like she is "cruel"...
Acro:
Well done, Mr. Attorney. You've got quite the set of eagle eyes.
Phoenix:
You know... Her tiger tried to attack me...
Acro:
Regent tried to attack you?
Phoenix:
Twice.
Acro:
Hah hah hah... He wasn't serious I'm sure... You're not trying to insinuate that I believe she spurred on Léon to attack Bat, are you?
Phoenix:
...
Acro:
Léon was never taught a command to attack people. Regina isn't capable of doing anything like that. Besides, Regina had no reason to want to hurt my little brother. Regina and Bat were such good friends back then...
Phoenix:
But you still hate Regina! I've got proof of it!
Acro:
What!? What are you talking about!?
Phoenix:
(Doh! Maybe I overdid it again... But if I can hand something over to Acro, maybe it'll...) Here's proof that you had it out for Regina all along!
Present Note
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"T-This... Where'd you get it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
Acro?
Acro:
You know, I think I hate you more than I ever hated her.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Acro:
How could what you just showed me possibly prove that I hate Regina?
Phoenix:
Uhhh... (It looks like I picked the wrong piece of evidence... But there's gotta be something that works... I know it...)
Leads back to:
"Here's proof that you had it out for Regina all along!"
Acro:
T-This... Where'd you get it?
Phoenix:
Regina posted it on the bulletin board in the cafeteria. Before that, it was in her pocket.
Regina:
Hmm... I guess I noticed it was in there around breakfast time. I always take Acro his breakfast in the morning.
Phoenix:
You wrote this, and then you put it in her pocket... That's right, isn't it?
Acro:
... That's right. Well done Mr. Wright...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Wheelchair
Acro:
My legs were injured by Léon. Six months ago. My younger brother, Bat, had a dare with Regina.
Maya:
A dare?
Acro:
An absurd dare. "If I can put my head inside of Léon's mouth like you do... You have to go to the movies with me on a date."
Maya:
That's insane!! Didn't he know how dangerous that is!?
Acro:
We all thought he was being stupid too... But that lion was very old to begin with, and age brought with it countless experience in doing that very trick. Unfortunately, this particular time, I guess Léon wasn't ready or willing.
Phoenix:
And that's when the accident happened?
Acro:
He just wanted to take her out... To the movies...
Maya:
Poor Bat...
Acro:
When Léon chomped down, I jumped towards him. Then Léon attacked me and that's how I ended up...
Maya:
What about Bat?
Acro:
He's still in a coma. I went to the hospital yesterday to visit him.
Maya:
I see...
Acro:
I'm still waiting for him to open his eyes again... And that's the reason why I keep going.
Regina and Bat (appears after Wheelchair)
Leads to:
"Bat and Regina..."
Acro:
Bat and Regina... They were such great friends. Oh yeah... I wanted you to take a look at this.
Phoenix:
What is it?
Acro:
This is the scarf my brother was wearing when Léon attacked him.
Maya:
Gross... It's covered in blood.
Acro:
This scarf... Was a present from Regina to my brother on the day of the accident.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Acro:
When he did it, he looked like he was smiling...
Phoenix:
He?
Acro:
Léon, obviously.
Maya:
What!?
Acro:
When he bit down on Bat's head... The expression on Léon's face looked like a grin.
Maya:
Nick!
Phoenix:
I know!! Moe said the same thing...
Maya:
What do you think it all means?
???:
I'll be taking that scarf if you don't mind...
Phoenix:
Von Karma?
von Karma:
I've already heard everything! So hand over the scarf.
Maya:
But the scarf is evidence in the trial!
von Karma:
That is for me to decide. I think we should begin our preparations now, Acro.
Phoenix:
Preparations?
von Karma:
I've served a summons on Acro to appear in court tomorrow as a witness. Acro, we'll talk more at the prosecutor's office.
Maya:
Acro... A witness!?
von Karma:
Come Acro. Let's go to the office.
Acro:
Yes, ma'am.
Maya:
Now what do we do, Nick? How are we going to handle tomorrow?
Phoenix:
Don't worry about it. I'll figure something out...
Maya:
Look at you all full of confidence!! You must have found something you can use!
Phoenix:
(This is all beginning to come together now...)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Mr. Nick......If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter......Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
Turnabout Big Top
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
December 30, 9:41 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 5
Maya:
Good morning, Max.
Max:
Oh... Yeah... Good morning, sweeties...
Phoenix:
You don't seem like you're* ([sic]) usual sparkling self today.
Max:
I'm always like this before I go in front of an audience... I'm working up to it.
???:
Tee hee...
Regina:
Don't get nervous, Maxy... Here, have a glass of milk.
Maya:
R-Regina!!
Max:
How fabulous!! My sweetie pie!! My sweetie pie princess!! You came to watch my performance today?
Regina:
Of course I did! Moe told me that I should come and watch this.
Phoenix:
(Moe said that...?)
Regina:
So, what kind of performance will you put on today? Lemme guess, you'll fly at the end?
Max:
Uh... It's not kind of show... Isn't that right, my sweeties?
Maya:
Huh?
Max:
I think my sweetie pie princess doesn't...
Phoenix:
Yeah. She doesn't seem to realize what's going on... Or even where she is...
Max:
Hmm...
Regina:
Well, Max, it looks like it's time to raise the curtain. I'll see you later. Today I'm just a member of the audience!
Max:
F-Fabulous! Enjoy yourself out there!!
Regina:
Good luck Max! You're the best!!
Maya:
Regina's different, don't you think, Nick?
Moe:
Top of the morning to ya! Everybody... Let's get ready to get stuck in legal limbo! How low can you go?
Phoenix:
M-Moe.
Moe:
Top of the morning to ya, guv'ner.
Phoenix:
Uhh... Top of the morning.
Moe:
That's the ticket! Attacking the day starts with energy in the morning! The early bird gets the worm. But then again, worms lack higher brain function. Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Here Max! I brought you a present! Have some milk.
Max:
Oh my! Thank you!!
Moe:
So how are you today, Wright?
Phoenix:
Well... I've got the feeling that today I'm going to face off against the real criminal.
Moe:
You mean Acro?
Maya:
Huh!? You think he did it...?
Moe:
Be careful... He's used to putting his life on the line. Literally. He's got guts to spare.
Phoenix:
If all I've got to worry about is how thin the tightrope is, I'm used to it already... It just means that I won't be able to press him like I can other witnesses...
Maya:
What are you going to do then, Nick!?
Phoenix:
I guess today we'll just have to do without our psychological warfare. Today we rely on evidence. It's the only way we'll get past Acro and to the truth.
Maya:
You're right... But it's gonna be tough...
Moe:
Anyways... I want you to make sure that Regina see it all today. It's important. Then she'll finally have to deal with the reality of what happened to her father.
Maya:
You want us to make sure Regina watches?
Moe:
Yes. That's why I brought her here to court today.
Max:
What's that supposed to mean?
Moe:
She need to know that when people die, they don't just become stars. I may be an old-fashioned clown, but I don't believe in people becoming stars.
December 30, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
The court is now in session in the trial of Maximillion Galactica.
von Karma:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Ms. von Karma, you may proceed with your case.
von Karma:
The prosecution would like to revise it's* ([sic]) previous theory of events.
Judge:
What's the meaning of this?
von Karma:
We have discovered a new witness. Or shall I say, a new eyewitness. One that saw Maximillion Galactica fly off from the scene of the crime.
Judge:
Order! Order! I had a feeling something like this would come up...
von Karma:
Due to this revision, we are now prepared to explain how the defendant flew that night. An explanation the prosecution will present if the need so* ([sic]) arises... In fact, my detective stayed up all night creating a mockup of the scene, on my orders.
Phoenix:
(Poor Gumshoe...)
Judge:
Very well... Please call your witness to the stand!
Phoenix:
(Time to get to work! Or shall I say, time to walk the courtroom tightrope...)
von Karma:
Name and occupation.
Acro:
Ken Dingling, but everyone calls me Acro. I'm employed as an acrobat at the Berry Big Circus.
von Karma:
Where were you the night of the crime?
Acro:
I was in my room that night.
von Karma:
If you look at the map, you will see the witness' room is near the crime scene.
Acro:
My room is on the third floor. The crime scene is below my window.
Judge:
Hmm...
von Karma:
The night of the crime, the witness saw something quite shocking. Would you tell us what you witnessed?
Acro:
OK...
Witness Testimony
-- What You Witnessed --
Acro:
It was just after 10:00 PM, and I was resting in my bed.
Around that time, I heard a large "THUMP" noise from outside the window.
Then a few moments later, I saw someone... Flying... Right by my window.
It was Max Galactica... I only saw him from behind, but that's who it looked like.
To be honest, when I saw that, I thought I was dreaming...
Judge:
Hmm... This witness' testimony matches up exactly with that of the clown.
von Karma:
If that's the case, there is very little the prosecution need add... All that's left is to explain how the defendant disappeared into the sky that night.
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Before we get that far, I'd like to cross-examine the witness.
von Karma:
A foolish choice by a foolish fool who wishes to feel the foolish sadness of a sad fool. A man must know the proper timing for things, Mr. Phoenix Wright. Just like your old friend, Mr. Miles Edgeworth did.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Do you have a problem with the witness' testimony?
Phoenix:
In the words of Ms. von Karma, may I quote yesterday's proceedings... "There's no way that actually happened!"
Judge:
Very well... You may proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- What You Witnessed --
Acro:
It was just after 10:00 PM, and I was resting in my bed.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You said that you were resting in bed. One would thus assume that you turned the lights off in your room, correct?
Acro:
That's correct. But there are safety lights around the outside of the lodging house. It's so bright, sometimes it can make it hard to sleep...
Judge:
If that's the case, wouldn't it be a good idea to close some curtains?
Acro:
... I never really thought of that. I guess that means I'm off to buy some curtains.
Judge:
Hah hah... Sometimes I do make myself useful in these chambers. OWWW!!
von Karma:
The witness will proceed with his testimony!
Acro:
Around that time, I heard a large "THUMP" noise from outside the window.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Your room is on the third floor, right?
Acro:
Yes.
Phoenix:
And you said that you were resting in bed.
Acro:
That is correct.
Phoenix:
But you were still able to hear a sound from outside?
Acro:
I was indeed.
Phoenix:
(Pressing Acro doesn't seem to get results... Hmm... Maybe something was contradictory with what he just said...)
There's nothing wrong.
Judge:
What's the matter, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
N-N-Nothing, Your Honor. (Until I can find a clear contradiction... I should tread lightly.)
von Karma:
...
There is a contradiction.
Phoenix:
There is a huge contradiction with the testimony that was just given!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
If there's a contradiction, then prove it with evidence!
Judge:
Hmm... She's right. Let's see some evidence. Do you have any evidence to support your claim of a contradiction?
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
T-This... What in the world is this? OWWW!!
von Karma:
You just don't get it, do you Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
W-What don't I get?
von Karma:
You're not going to be able to get through this one with your usual bluff routine! You're* ([sic]) client looks to be* ([sic]) ready to take off once again! Straight towards a guilty verdict...
Judge:
You were... B-Bluffing? I will not forgive any more mockeries made of this court!
Phoenix:
(W-Whoops!)
von Karma:
Witness... Would you mind repeating your testimony?
Acro:
Certainly...
Acro:
Then a few moments later, I saw someone... Flying... Right by my window.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure it was a human being? It could've been a mannequin, or perhaps a large action figure...
Acro:
Hmm... Well, setting aside the possibility of a mannequin, an action figure is plausible...
von Karma:
You have no need to mince words with Mr. Phoenix Wright. Testify the truth and only the truth. Just as if we were there with you that night...
Acro:
I believe it was a human.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(Damn... I just strengthened his testimony... I wonder if Acro's statement jives with the facts...)
There's nothing wrong.
Judge:
What's the matter, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
N-N-Nothing, Your Honor. (Until I can find a clear contradiction... I should tread lightly.)
von Karma:
...
There is a contradiction.
Phoenix:
There is a huge contradiction with the testimony that was just given!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
If there's a contradiction, then prove it with evidence!
Judge:
Hmm... She's right. Let's see some evidence. Do you have any evidence to support your claim of a contradiction?
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
T-This... What in the world is this? OWWW!!
von Karma:
You just don't get it, do you Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
W-What don't I get?
von Karma:
You're not going to be able to get through this one with your usual bluff routine! You're* ([sic]) client looks to be* ([sic]) ready to take off once again! Straight towards a guilty verdict...
Judge:
You were... B-Bluffing? I will not forgive any more mockeries made of this court!
Phoenix:
(W-Whoops!)
von Karma:
Witness... Would you mind repeating your testimony?
Acro:
Certainly...
Acro:
It was Max Galactica... I only saw him from behind, but that's who it looked like.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The light in your room was turned off then, right?
Acro:
That's true. I was going to bed after all...
Phoenix:
So with the lights off, you were still able to clearly see a human fly by your window?
Acro:
The safety lights lit things up enough for me to see. But honestly, there was only enough light for me to see the silhouette outside my window. It was the person's back, so I couldn't see the white roses on the front.
Judge:
Did you see any of the other symbols?
Acro:
I clearly saw the silk hat, as well as the cloak wrapped around his body. I'm convinced that the person I saw was Max Galactica.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(The more I press him, the less results I seem to get... But maybe there was something fishy with his latest bit of testimony?)
There's nothing wrong.
Judge:
What's the matter, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
N-N-Nothing, Your Honor. (Until I can find a clear contradiction... I should tread lightly.)
von Karma:
...
There is a contradiction.
Phoenix:
There is a huge contradiction with the testimony that was just given!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
If there's a contradiction, then prove it with evidence!
Judge:
Hmm... She's right. Let's see some evidence. Do you have any evidence to support your claim of a contradiction?
Present Silk Hat
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You claim to have seen the exact same thing Moe saw that night. Do you stand by that?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
T-This... What in the world is this? OWWW!!
von Karma:
You just don't get it, do you Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
W-What don't I get?
von Karma:
You're not going to be able to get through this one with your usual bluff routine! You're* ([sic]) client looks to be* ([sic]) ready to take off once again! Straight towards a guilty verdict...
Judge:
You were... B-Bluffing? I will not forgive any more mockeries made of this court!
Phoenix:
(W-Whoops!)
von Karma:
Witness... Would you mind repeating your testimony?
Acro:
Certainly...
Acro:
To be honest, when I saw that, I thought I was dreaming...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
When did you start thinking that what you saw "wasn't a dream"?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
That's not important...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I believe that the prosecution has done a bit of maintenance on the witness' memory!
Judge:
Hmm... Just to make sure, let's ask the witness. OWWW!!!
von Karma:
Objection...
Judge:
S-Sustained...
Phoenix:
(Don't sustain that!!)
Maya:
Acro must be lying about things, huh?
Phoenix:
Of course he is. Now the challenge will be to expose his lies in court.
Maya:
Well, put the pedal to the metal, Nick!
Phoenix:
You claim to have seen the exact same thing Moe saw that night. Do you stand by that?
Acro:
What do you mean...?
Phoenix:
The silk hat.
Acro:
What about the silk hat? I saw it on Max's head as he flew by my window.
Phoenix:
Well... You should have tried looking down out of your window that night.
Acro:
That would have been quite difficult considering the state that I'm in. Just looking outside of the window was a tough enough challenge for me.
Phoenix:
That's a shame, because you would have noticed the silk hat found on the scene.
Acro:
That... That's the Ringmaster's hat... Right?
Phoenix:
Afraid not. No matter how you look at it, this is Max's silk hat.
Judge:
Where are you going with this, Mr. Wright? Are you saying that Max has two silk hats!?
Phoenix:
No. This is a handmade, one-of-a-kind model made only for Maximillion Galactica. Which mean, Acro... That you've been fibbing on the stand!
Judge:
Order! Order!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Like always, someone has to open their mouth before thinking...
Maya:
Are you OK, Nick?
Phoenix:
Well, I opened my big mouth, and now I have to back it up...
Judge:
How about it, Mr. Wright? What would cause this witness to commit perjury in this court today?
He has a grudge against Max.
Phoenix:
Perhaps it is because Acro has a grudge agains the defendant! Which is why he is trying to frame Max...
Judge:
OWWW!! Why me!? What'd I do!?
von Karma:
Never get your fat head in the way of a whip bent on finding justice! Mr. Phoenix Wright... I have no interest in your silly little theories! He has a grudge against the defendant, huh? You wouldn't happen to have proof of that?
Phoenix:
Well... Umm... That's the thing...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Thanks to you, I got my head lashed by Ms. von Karma's whip! I don't like getting hit for nothing, so how about you answer with an explanation!
Leads back to:
"Are you OK, Nick?"
Acro was dreaming.
Phoenix:
It's obvious that what Acro saw, he didn't actually see at all, because it was a dream!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
So you plan on writing off all the inconvenient facts as nothing but dreams? Maybe you should just pinch your cheeks and see if you are actually awake.
Phoenix:
OWWW!! (I think your whip proved this isn't a dream just fine...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! How about you provide an answer that actually explains things!
Leads back to:
"Are you OK, Nick?"
Acro is the real culprit.
Leads to:
"..."
Phoenix:
... Your Honor! On this occasion, the defense accuses Acro himself!
von Karma:
"On this occasion"...?
Judge:
"A-A-Accuses Acro"!? What in the world are you accusing him of?
Phoenix:
Obviously we accuse him of the murder of Mr. Russell Berry!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, are you serious!?
Phoenix:
Deadly serious, Your Honor.
von Karma:
Ha ha ha... I think your trips to the circus have served you well... You seem to remember how to try and grab at an audience's hearts and minds.
Phoenix:
...!!
von Karma:
Your Honor. Don't allow yourself to be swayed by theatrics. Trying to wow the crowd with smoke and mirrors is the oldest bluff in the book.
Judge:
R-Really...?
von Karma:
If you don't believe me, just look at the witness. He's calm enough for it to almost be scary...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He is staying rather calm and collected...)
Judge:
Mr. Dingling, do you have any response to the defense's accusation?
Acro:
I don't really need to say a thing, do I?
Judge:
What do you mean?
Acro:
Everyone, take a good look at me. I can't even stand up by myself, let alone leave the lodging house.
Judge:
T-That's true...
Acro:
I understand that Mr. Wright is just trying to help his client. But to do this by accusing me of a murder of all things...
von Karma:
See! Even a silver* ([sic]) of common sense makes it clear the accusation is ludicrous!
She's right! Way to pick on the disabled you heartless, cruel man!Phoenix is a poopyhead!!
von Karma:
See that, Mr. Phoenix Wright? If you're trying to drum up support from the peanut gallery, that's how you do it.
Phoenix:
Uhh...
von Karma:
I think that's enough of this little game. I've got a doctor's note to confirm that Acro is unable to stand under his own power. Maybe the defense is planning on making a claim to counter this as well? I can hear the defense now... "Acro had an accomplice!!"
Judge:
What do you say about this, Mr. Wright? Did Acro have an accomplice?
Of course he did.
Phoenix:
It's impossible for Acro to be the murderer in this case. If that's the case, then it's natural for one to consider possible accomplices!
Judge:
Hmm... You don't say...
Phoenix:
(Not good... Not good... This isn't going to end well.)
von Karma:
Don't tell me you think you're gonna get off easy.
Phoenix:
W-WHAT!?
von Karma:
You must not have heard that sound just now... Maybe it wasn't clear enough... The sound of you falling into your own trap can be hard to notice sometimes!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... It seems as if you won't be stopping at Acro, but will be making other accusations. If Acro did not have an accomplice, things are not looking good for you!
Phoenix:
I understand, Your Honor. *gulp*
Judge:
Very well... Let's continue. Who, perchance, would happen to be Acro's accomplice?
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You... You don't say!"
Judge:
You... You don't say!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... This is suddenly looking very very bad...)
von Karma:
Don't tell me you think you're gonna get off easy.
Phoenix:
W-W-W-WHAT!?
von Karma:
Oh... Did you hear that?
Phoenix:
Hear what?
von Karma:
The sound of you getting caught in your own trap! What a splendid accomplice. I'm sure this accusation is built on a solid foundation.
Phoenix:
Foundation...
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Wright... Do you have proof that this person you've accused was indeed an accomplice?
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"..."
Judge:
... Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
This piece of evidence is lacking in persuasive power.
von Karma:
You didn't miss that sound, did you Mr. Phoenix Wright? You know... The sound of you receiving a penalty!!
Phoenix:
(Arrrrghhhh!)
Maya:
What are you doing, Nick!?
Leads back to:
"What do you say about this, Mr. Wright? Did Acro have an accomplice?"
Of course he didn't.
Leads to:
"Now then, this must be when we get to hear the name of the mystery accomplice!"
von Karma:
Now then, this must be when we get to hear the name of the mystery accomplice!
Phoenix:
Not this time, Von Karma.
von Karma:
Wh... WHAT!?
Phoenix:
You're not going to sucker me into this one.
Judge:
What are you blabbering about, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
There was no accomplice! Acro planned and committed this murder all by himself!
Judge:
O-Order! Order! What the... What are you getting at!?
Maya:
Way to keep them on their toes, Nick!
Phoenix:
Now I'm going to have to prove how it all fits together... I have to show how Acro murdered Russell Berry.
Maya:
Can you do it Nick? Can you really do that!?
Phoenix:
I know what I can't do. I can't stop now... If I stop attacking, I'm doomed!
Maya:
Alright! Then let's do it!!
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright... If this witness is the killer, then his eyewitness account is all lies, right?
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright, I'd like you to clear something up for me... When the crime was committed, exactly where was Mr. Dingling?
Present Acro's room
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"He was obviously here the entire time."
Present plaza
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
There is no way he was anywhere but exactly right here!
Judge:
In the plaza? He was at the scene of the crime itself? You're right though... The murderer would have had to have met the victim...
von Karma:
Objection!
Phoenix:
OWWW!!
Judge:
Ms. von Karma! Stop it!! You will be quiet and refrain from striking people!
von Karma:
The witness could not have possibly left the lodging house on his own! Not to mention what Mr. Phoenix Wright just said! "There was no accomplice!" remember?
Phoenix:
Yeah... Um... You're right. You think I could get another chance?
Judge:
Wait just one minute. Don't forget about my proverbial whip as well.
Phoenix:
(Arrrrgh!)
Leads back to:
"Hmm... Mr. Wright, I'd like you to clear something up for me..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
He was right here!
Judge:
What!? That location is completely unrelated to the crime... But I suppose if you said he was in his room, he wouldn't have been able to commit...
von Karma:
Objection!
Phoenix:
OWWW!!
Judge:
Ms. von Karma! Stop it!! You will be quiet and refrain from striking people!
von Karma:
The witness could not have possibly left the lodging house on his own! Not to mention what Mr. Phoenix Wright just said! "There was no accomplice!" remember?
Phoenix:
Yeah... Um... You're right. You think I could get another chance?
Judge:
Wait just one minute. Don't forget about my proverbial whip as well.
Phoenix:
(Arrrrgh!)
Leads back to:
"Hmm... Mr. Wright, I'd like you to clear something up for me..."
Phoenix:
He was obviously here the entire time.
Judge:
That's... Acro's room?
Phoenix:
Pretty simple, eh? Acro wasn't able to leave the lodging house by himself. There's only one answer to that... Acro didn't leave his room to kill the Ringmaster!
von Karma:
What!? Are you nuts!?
Judge:
What say you, Mr. Dingling!?
Acro:
... It's an interesting theory.
Phoenix:
... Umm... That's it?
Acro:
Considering that what you proposed is impossible, yes, that's it.
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
As the witness has stated... Your assertion is impossible. As he is in a wheelchair, there is no way he could go to the scene or be the killer.
Phoenix:
Hmm... You've got a point.
von Karma:
It seems you've forgotten once again, Mr. Phoenix Wright. The defendant was clearly spotted at the scene of the crime.
Maya:
That's true! Moe said that he saw Max, didn't he?
Phoenix:
But Maya, it's still impossible for humans to fly.
Acro:
Do you mind if I ask a question, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
What is it?
Acro:
I understand some of your logic... However, how do you think that I killed him? If I can't leave my room, I obviously couldn't wear Max's costume...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... How did he do it? That's the next course of this legal buffet...)
Maya:
Be careful, Nick. If you mess up here...
Phoenix:
(She's right. I can't mess up here. I've gotta give this one some serious thought! I'm sure that Acro killed the Ringmaster... And he killed the Ringmaster while he was in his room... No doubt about it!)
Judge:
Time to enlighten us as to how Mr. Dingling committed the crime, Mr. Wright!
Present evidence
Leads to:
"I'm going to present some evidence!"
Can't present evidence now
von Karma:
Ahh... I think we will finally be graced with an explanation!
Phoenix:
Don't push it, Von Karma!
von Karma:
Wha... WHAT!?
Phoenix:
You aren't gonna suck me in this time. I'm smart enough to know when I don't have the cards to play and my hand sucks right now.
Judge:
... Uhh... What do you mean, Mr. Wright?
von Karma:
He means that everything he's said up until now has all been nonsense.
Phoenix:
Uh.
von Karma:
It's true, right? If you can't establish proof of your murder theory, then it's nonsense!
Phoenix:
Uhhh...
von Karma:
He's trying to fool us by playing some misdirection game.
Phoenix:
(It looks like this isn't going to pass muster...)
Maya:
Nick! You've gotta show them some evidence!
Phoenix:
Easier said than done...
Judge:
So what will it be, Mr. Wright!?
Leads to:
"I'm going to present some evidence!"
Phoenix:
I'm going to present some evidence!
Judge:
So what did Mr. Dingling use to commit the crime of murder against Russell Berry?
Present Max G. Bust
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What's that? A picture?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
...
von Karma:
...
Acro:
...
Maya:
I think you should try again, especially before someone gets the chance to say something.
Phoenix:
Yeah, you're probably right. Umm... So as I was saying... This piece of evidence--
Judge:
Stop! Stop! Wait, I say! Before you start over, you must be penalized!
Phoenix:
(Doh! He caught me...)
Judge:
And if you don't put an end to this funny business, I've got a few more ideas!
Leads back to:
"I'm going to present some evidence!"
Judge:
What's that? A picture?
Phoenix:
It is indeed. The problem is with the item that's shown in the picture.
Judge:
The bust?
Phoenix:
It's quite a large bust. And because it is life sized, it is also very very heavy.
von Karma:
Heavy...?
Phoenix:
Heavy enough to guarantee a certain death. Especially if it was dropped from a third story window.
von Karma:
AHHH!!
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
See! This is how Acro was able to kill the Ringmaster! With the force of gravity and Maximillion Galactica's ample bust!
Judge:
Order! Order! So you're saying the bust fell onto the Ringmaster!?
Phoenix:
A rather simple crime... Even if you were stuck in a wheelchair, it would be incredibly easy to commit...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
How could you possibly wheel a wheelchair with something so heavy!? It's impossible!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Well, Acro is an acrobat! He should have more than enough upper body strength to carry something like the bust!
Judge:
Mr. Dingling, how do you respond to these charges!?
Acro:
Well...
Maya:
Acro's at a loss for words!
Phoenix:
(He should be... He knows that I'm getting close to the truth!) Well well well, Acro. You can't run away from things this time... OWWW!!
von Karma:
I'd watch what I say, if I were you, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
von Karma:
Your Honor! The physical health of the witness is material to this case! I demand that we get proper testimony from the witness himself!
Judge:
Hmm... Testimony you say...
Phoenix:
(Von Karma... She's just using this "testimony" as a rouse to stall for time!)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
There is absolutely no need for such testimony!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
The defense has its version of the murder. The prosecution has the right to respond!
Judge:
The defense's objection is overruled...
Phoenix:
(Why can't he see things my way once in a while!)
Judge:
Mr. Dingling, I'm sorry, but we need you to testify about your physical condition. If you have any doubts about your ability to testify, we can request expert testimony.
von Karma:
The witness will have no problems; however, let's all be respectful towards him.
Acro:
Thank you...
Phoenix:
(Argh! That woman will sink to any low to win a case!)
Witness Testimony
-- Acro's Physical State --
Acro:
I suppose I could have lifted something the size of that bust.
I have a strong upper body from working as an acrobat, and only my legs were injured.
However, lifting the bust and looking out of the window would've been impossible.
There's no way I could have exerted that kind of force on my lower body.
That makes it impossible for me to have known the location of the Ringmaster's head.
Thus it would be unrealistic to drop the bust on him. Don't you think?
Judge:
Hmm... I have no doubts in regards to this witness' testimony.
von Karma:
It was impossible for him to lift the bust and carry it over to the window. Not to mention that he could not have known the location of the Ringmaster's head. A single false step would have lead to even more severe injuries.
Judge:
That's what I was thinking. What is your opinion on the matter, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
... I'd still like to proceed with my cross-examination.
von Karma:
He's simply stalling. It's shameful, really.
Phoenix:
(Grr... I can't let her get to me... I've got to focus...)
Cross Examination
-- Acro's Physical State --
Acro:
I suppose I could have lifted something the size of that bust.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Have you ever lifted up the bust before...?
Acro:
No, I've never actually lifted it up with my own two hands... But I should get to it, don't you think? I can't let Money outdo me on this.
Phoenix:
Money...? (That crazy monkey has lifted Max's bust before?)
Acro:
...
Judge:
Hmm... Please continue with your testimony, Mr. Dingling.
Acro:
I have a strong upper body from working as an acrobat, and only my legs were injured.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So what have you been doing to keep in shape?
Acro:
Well, honestly, I've given up on training. I don't have any plans to return to the trapeze or the tightrope.
Phoenix:
You don't say...
Acro:
But, no offense, I'm not worried about losing to you in a race or anything.
von Karma:
Neither am I, Mr. Phoenix Wright!!
Maya:
I wouldn't lose either, slow poke! ...I mean Nick!
Phoenix:
(Whoa whoa whoa! How did the discussion turn to me all of a sudden!?)
Acro:
I suppose you could say that I'm stronger than the average bear...
Acro:
However, lifting the bust and looking out of the window would've been impossible.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And why is that?
Acro:
Because if I were to do that, I'd end up falling out the window myself. I still haven't gotten much feeling back in my legs yet.
Judge:
Hmm... So you couldn't have thrown that bust out of the window...
Acro:
There's no way I could have exerted that kind of force on my lower body.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How long do you think your recovery will take?
Acro:
Hmm... You have to remember that the nerves were severed. I'm currently undergoing some extremely intensive rehabilitation, but it's still going to take a while before I'm back to 100%.
von Karma:
Let me remind you of another very important point. If the witness was carrying the bust, he would not be able to see out below the window.
Acro:
That makes it impossible for me to have known the location of the Ringmaster's head.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why do you say it would be impossible?
Acro:
Allow me to explain. You accept that if I was carrying the bust, I couldn't see out below the window? Thus, there is no way that I would know the location of the Ringmaster's head.
Phoenix:
Well... I suppose you've got a point.
Maya:
Hey, Nick?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
What if you turned things around? Maybe if you think of it sorta like this... "If he knew the location of the Ringmaster's head, then he could drop the bust."
Phoenix:
That does make sense... (If only I could prove somehow... That Acro knew the location of the Ringmaster's head without looking down...)
Acro:
... I think I've already explained things sufficiently.
Present Crime Photo or Wooden Box
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Acro..."
Acro:
Thus it would be unrealistic to drop the bust on him. Don't you think?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
If all you had to do was drop it, then it wouldn't have been a problem at all!
Acro:
If all I had to do was drop it... You're right. I could've done that; however, there is no way that I could score a direct hit on the Ringmaster's head.
Judge:
Hmm... So that kind of makes your theory a bit pointless, doesn't it, Mr. Wright?
Present Crime Photo or Wooden Box
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Acro..."
Phoenix:
(Acro is strong enough to lift up the bust...)
Maya:
The main problem is how he could have aimed for the Ringmaster's head.
Phoenix:
Hmm... I wonder if he used some kind of tool to aim for the Ringmaster...?
Maya:
That's the ticket, Nick! Show them what you've got!
Phoenix:
I have to be careful. I have to find something that fits perfectly with the case.
Maya:
Hmm... I don't remember us finding any sort of tool... But maybe we overlooked something...
Phoenix:
Acro... You didn't really need to lean out of the window, did you?
Acro:
What are you driving at, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
You already knew ahead of time where the Ringmaster's head was going to be. Quite precisely I may add.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Your silly hinting at things is pointless! Mr. Phoenix Wright! Enough stalling! How about you show us some evidence!
Phoenix:
(But... But I did such a good job hinting...)
Judge:
Yes yes yes! Hurry up and explain things, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Maybe you should take a look at this... The key point here is the "wooden box".
Judge:
The same wooden box that the victim was found hunched over...?
Phoenix:
The same. The question is, who placed the wooden box here?
von Karma:
Who...?
Phoenix:
When Ben and company saw the Ringmaster, they didn't see him holding the box. Which means... That this wooden box was already placed at the scene crime.* ([sic])
Judge:
I have to admit that your theory makes a lot of sense...
Phoenix:
The moment that the bust came falling down... Was exactly the same moment that the Ringmaster lifted up this wooden box. Which means that the answer to all these questions is now crystal clear!
von Karma:
You... You mean!
Judge:
If the bust were to fall upon the point marked out by the wooden box...
Phoenix:
There would be no way that it could miss the head of the victim!
von Karma:
R-Really...!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! This is unbelievable!!
Phoenix:
(Finally! Some of these loose ends are starting to tie themselves up! Now I just gotta keep going! And there's only one way to go from here... Forward.)
Judge:
So the next question I have is who placed that wooden box at the scene?
Phoenix:
It was Mr. Dingling, of course. He connected it to a rope, and then all he had to do was lower it down. OWWW!!
von Karma:
Allow me to whip some sense into you! Mr. Phoenix Wright!!
Phoenix:
OWWW!! OWWW!! OWWW!!
von Karma:
The Ringmaster's head could have been anywhere when he lifted the box!
Phoenix:
That's why the box was so specially made!
von Karma:
S-S-Specially made?
Phoenix:
Indeed! It had the most peculiar feature...
The size of the box
Phoenix:
The box was a remarkable size!
von Karma:
Size...?
Phoenix:
Exactly! I think you can tell from the picture that the wooden box was very large. To lift it up, one would have been required to squat...
Judge:
Meaning that one would have had to have taken it up in both arms, right?
Phoenix:
Moreover, the box is quite heavy! It weighs in the neighborhood of 20 pounds!
Leads to:
"The box also has carrying handles on either side, doesn't it?"
The weight of the box
Phoenix:
The box was a remarkable weight!
von Karma:
Weight...?
Judge:
According to the Court Record, it weight 20 pounds...
Phoenix:
Just to lift up this wooden box would have required...
Judge:
Ohh... I see! One would have to squat down, then lift it up with their body, wouldn't you say?
Phoenix:
That's exactly what I was trying to point out! The box is also very large.
Leads to:
"The box also has carrying handles on either side, doesn't it?"
The contents of the box
Phoenix:
Do you recall what was inside the wooden box?
Judge:
There was only a small bottle of pepper, wasn't there?
von Karma:
Get on with it!!
Phoenix:
... Well...
von Karma:
What's the matter, cat got your tongue!?
Judge:
I don't see any relationship between the location of the box and the box's contents.
Phoenix:
(I think I might have outthought myself...)
Maya:
No Nick! You didn't think enough!!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, do you still maintain the box had some sort of special feature?
Leads back to:
"Indeed!"
Judge:
The box also has carrying handles on either side, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
That is correct!! To lift up the box, you'd have to squat down! Which means... That no matter who you are, your head would be in approximately the same place!
von Karma:
Fool!!
Phoenix:
(Does she* ([sic]) even bother to listen to me anymore...?)
Acro:
I've heard what you've had to say...
Phoenix:
...!
Acro:
I must admit, I'm shocked at your imaginative skills.
Judge:
Y-You... Did you drop it? Did you drop the bust onto the Ringmaster!?
Acro:
What are you talking about!? Even if I had wanted to do such a thing, I couldn't.
Phoenix:
What...!?
Acro:
Mr. Wright... Do you recall the original location of this bust?
I remember.
Phoenix:
Of course I remember. It was on top of the table in the cafeteria.
Judge:
Hmm... Then what happened to it?
Leads to:
"I'd like you to remember one important fact, Mr. Wright..."
I forget.
Phoenix:
Uhh... I kinda forget.
Maya:
N-N-Nick!! Don't tell me you're losing your memory already!
Phoenix:
No no no no no... Let's not get carried away...
Maya:
Hey, stick out your head a little! I've got just the thing... A MAYA KICK!!
Judge:
Enough of that! No horseplay in this courtroom! And no kicking the defense attorney!! According to the Court Record, the bust "disappeared from the cafeteria."
Leads to:
"I'd like you to remember one important fact, Mr. Wright..."
Acro:
I'd like you to remember one important fact, Mr. Wright... I could not possibly leave the lodging house by myself.
Maya:
Ah! That means...
Acro:
You understand what I mean, don't you? I may very well have been able to drop the bust from my room. However, how would I have gotten the bust from the cafeteria to my room?
von Karma:
You see, Mr. Phoenix Wright!! Explain that! Don't forget... You said, "There was no accomplice!"
Phoenix:
Arrrggghhh!
von Karma:
Tell us exactly how the witness would have carried the bust from the cafeteria!
Phoenix:
(Yep... We definitely have a problem here... But this is no place to get perplexed! I've got to get my wits about me and prove how things happened once and for all!)
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright. Let's hear your explanation. How did the witness get the bust from the cafeteria back to his room?
Present Money the Monkey
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A monkey?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here is the evidence that proves how he carried it!
Judge:
What do you think about this evidence, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
What do you think about this evidence, Witness?
Acro:
What do you think about this evidence, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Hmm... OWWW!!
Judge:
Here's one from me too!!
Maya:
MAYA KICK!!
Phoenix:
Ow ow ow ow ow ow... (And here I thought the bust was the deadly weapon...)
Leads back to:
"(Yep... We definitely have a problem here...)"
Judge:
A monkey?
Phoenix:
Everyone knows Money... He loves shiny objects of any size.
Judge:
For instance, he stole the ventriloquist's ring...
von Karma:
So? Are you saying the witness had a monkey steal the bust?
Phoenix:
Of course he didn't order the monkey to steal it!! The monkey stole it on his own and then brought it back home.
Acro:
...!!
Judge:
"Home"...?
Phoenix:
Money lives in Acro's room.
Judge:
ACRO'S ROOM!?
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
But the bust was bronze, wasn't it? Bronze isn't all that shiny...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Maybe you should put the whip down sometimes and read the Court Record!
Judge:
My, those are some very nice cards he's holding.
Phoenix:
Yes, and they are made of platinum... which is very shiny!
von Karma:
GWWWAAAAHHH!!
Phoenix:
Acro!! Money is a strong monkey, right!? It'd be easy for him to bring the bust back to your room!!
Acro:
... If he wasn't able to handle himself, I'd be on the market for a new roommate.
Judge:
Order! Order! I SAID ORDER!! MS. VON KARMA!! Where is the bust in question at this moment!?
von Karma:
Umm... Umm... Umm... I... Umm... I don't know. We're searching for it as we speak...!
Judge:
Hmm... This is a strange turn of events. If that monkey did not steal the bust... Then what happens to this case?
Phoenix:
Well, in that event... Something else must have been used as the murder weapon.
Maya:
Well... Hmm... Or maybe this bust was the murder weapon... But it was used by accident.
Phoenix:
That's possible. Maybe Acro saw Money's mountain of stolen goods and thought to use one of them.
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
Anyways... I think we've more than proven one critical fact. Namely, that it was entirely possible that Acro was the murderer!
von Karma:
MORON!!
Judge:
Mr. Wright's argument was so circular, I'm still a bit dizzy! However... His argument does hold water... There's no denying that. OWWW!!
von Karma:
Don't seem so flamboozled! Especially by this fraud of an attorney!
Phoenix:
Fraud...?
von Karma:
You've forgotten the absolute most important thing, Mr. Phoenix Wright!!
Phoenix:
And what is that?
von Karma:
You should know!! You forgot that your fraud of a magical client was spotted at the scene of the crime!
Phoenix:
AHHHHH!!
von Karma:
There is no reason to doubt the clown's testimony!
Judge:
T-That's true! How do you respond to that, Mr. Wright!
Maya:
Nick! Don't let her beat you now!
Phoenix:
(I won't! This is my chance to turn this trial around!)
von Karma:
When the murder occurred, there were two people at the scene of the crime! One was the victim, Russell Berry, and the other was the murderer himself! Answer this and only this, Mr. Phoenix Wright! The clown saw the murderer! Who was it then!?
Present Max G. Bust
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"He saw Max's B--"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
What is this supposed to mean!?
von Karma:
Yes! What is that supposed to mean!?
Acro:
Do you mind explaining that to me, as well?
Maya:
You're getting barraged with questions, Nick...
Phoenix:
Why is that?
Maya:
It's because you're on the wrong track!
Phoenix:
Ohh...
Leads back to:
"When the murder occurred, there were two people at the scene of the crime!"
Phoenix:
He saw Max's B-- OWWW!!
von Karma:
I asked who was the other person Moe saw on the scene! That evidence has nothing to do with the question!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Au contraire mon frére! It does indeed have something to do with the question!
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
Moe said that he saw Max's silhouette... But he did not actually see the man himself! It wasn't a human being he saw!
Judge:
H-H-How is that possible!?
Phoenix:
It's simple, really. What Moe actually saw that night was Max's bust!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
What are you talking about!? Have you tried using your brain at all in this case!? The silhouette he saw just happened to be wearing a cloak!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
There's no reason why you couldn't attach a cloak to the bust! Or a cloak like that could easily get snagged on the bust if they came into contact.
von Karma:
Idiot!! Who in their right mind would put a cloak on a bust!?
Phoenix:
It doesn't matter who put it on the bust!
Judge:
Just wait a minute now, Mr. Wright! Who put the cloak on the bust? That question is of the utmost importance to this case, don't you agree!?
Phoenix:
(Doh! He caught me...)
Judge:
So let's have it Mr. Wright... Who put the cloak on the bust?
Present Russell Berry profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"F-F-FOOL!! H-HIM...!?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
von Karma:
Hmm... I wonder, Mr. Phoenix Wright... Didn't the defendant wear his cloak the entire time he was at practice?
Phoenix:
Uhh...
von Karma:
So then how did this person get a hold of the cloak?
Phoenix:
Well...
von Karma:
Furthermore, how would this person have gotten the cloak onto the bust, I wonder? Because this person was not spotted at the scene...
Phoenix:
I'm... I'm sorry. (When she's so nice about telling me I'm wrong, it hurts even more...) OWWW!!
von Karma:
The famous Von Karma "carrot and whip" approach!
Leads back to:
"So let's have it Mr. Wright..."
von Karma:
F-F-FOOL!! H-HIM...!?
Judge:
You are saying it was the victim himself!? Russell Berry!?
Phoenix:
That's what I'm saying!
von Karma:
He... I mean, the victim himself, placed the cloak on the bust!?
Phoenix:
"Placed the cloak" isn't really the right way of putting it...
Judge:
Then what would be the right way of putting it, Mr. Wright?
von Karma:
Explain yourself!
Maya:
Nick! Do you really have a handle on all of this?
Phoenix:
I'm fine, Maya. I'm finally putting all the pieces together... There's really only one picture I can paint, anyways. Alright... So you want to know what really happened that night? Let's step back in time. Acro used a rope to lower the wooden box onto the scene. Then he attached that rope to the bust, and dangled the bust out of his bedroom window, directly above the wooden box. At the same time, the Ringmaster told Max to wait in his room, and went to the scene. Of course, at the time, the Ringmaster was wearing Max's costume. Perhaps he didn't want anyone to recognize him that night. But just as he feared, he was spotted at the entrance of the lodging house. By none other than a ventriloquist and his puppet, Ben and Trilo. When the Ringmaster arrived at the scene, he bent over to lift the wooden box. And that's when Acro took his chance and released the rope! Now this is when the magic happens... At the very instant that the bust hit the victim...
von Karma:
You just wait a second there, Mr. Phoenix Wright!! As much as you try... As much as you scheme... This just isn't true! It can't be!
Phoenix:
It's still a little early to be getting so upset, Ms. von Karma... This circus isn't over yet.
von Karma:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
With the shock of impact, it threw up the cloak and it got snagged onto the bust. That's when the sound was heard by a witness and he took a look out of his window. That witness was, of course, Lawrence "Moe" Curls, the clown. When Moe looked out his window, the cloak had already snagged onto the bust. Now... Having completed the crime, Acro naturally went about pulling up the murder weapon. Of course, he had no idea that Moe saw the bust being raised with the cloak dangling on it. Primarily because, in his wheelchair, he couldn't see out of his window. So he just kept pulling the bust up. And that is how the "magical" murderer disappearing into the sky came to be.
von Karma:
...
Acro:
...
Judge:
...
..................
Phoenix:
Now you know how the murder actually took place... And now you know who was able to drop the murder weapon from above the scene! Acro! It could only have been you!
Acro:
...
Maya:
Acro's been playing mind games with all of us!
Phoenix:
(He sure has... But he has come to the end of his rope now.)
von Karma:
So...?
Phoenix:
What now!?
von Karma:
You've graced us with a rather long-winded tale... But do you have any evidence to prove that your fairy tale is true!?
Judge:
... E-Evidence...?
von Karma:
In this court, only two things matter. The power of evidence, and the power of my whip.
Judge:
Don't forget the power of my gavel as well! Mr. Wright, the prosecution brings up a good point. Can we see some evidence?
Maya:
Nick... They say they want evidence...
Phoenix:
I just explained how there can only be one possible murder method. But there is still something unusual about Moe's eyewitness account.
Maya:
"Unusual"?
Phoenix:
A contradiction, actually.
Maya:
OK then! Use that and get out of this jam!
Judge:
That's enough talking amongst yourselves. Proceed, Mr. Wright. Present some evidence to the court that backs your claims. I want hard proof that you have unraveled the trick to this magic case...!
Present Silk Hat or Max G. Promo Poster
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The problem is Max's three symbols..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
von Karma:
...
Judge:
...
Acro:
...
..................
Judge:
Try again.
Phoenix:
(If they would have been silent for two more seconds, I would have screamed!)
Leads back to:
"Nick... They say they want evidence..."
Phoenix:
The problem is Max's three symbols... You know... The silk hat, the cloak, and the white roses.
Judge:
Those symbols were a problem numerous times during yesterday's proceedings.
Phoenix:
Yesterday, there were two contradictions in Moe's testimony.
von Karma:
The silk hat was one. The white roses were the other.
Phoenix:
But the theory I just presented explains all of these contradictions!
von Karma:
You fool! Do you ever shut up!?
Phoenix:
Max's silk hat was found at the scene of the crime. However! Remember what Moe said yesterday. He testified that the criminal he saw fleeing the scene was wearing a silk hat! There's only one explanation for that! The "silk hat" that Moe saw was actually the bust!
Judge:
Makes sense... If you look at it that way, then he did see the silk hat, well, sort of.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Fine, you've got one, but what about the other contradiction!?
Judge:
The other contradiction...?
von Karma:
Remember what that ventriloquist said in court! He said that he witnessed "white roses" on "Max's" chest that night! But the clown's testimony doesn't match! The clown said that there were no "white roses"! I'd like to see you try and explain that one away!!
Maya:
Can you do it, Nick!?
Phoenix:
Of course! I can explain all of it!
von Karma:
What was that...!?
Phoenix:
Please recall the instant when the cloak snagged onto the bust! If the cloak snagged onto the bust, what happened to the white roses? Do you get it yet? If the cloak got snagged onto the front of the bust... It means that the white roses would end up on the back of the bust!
von Karma:
AHHHHH!!
Phoenix:
Which explains why Moe didn't see it! The white roses were not visible because they were on the back side of the bust!
Judge:
Order! Orderrrrrrrr!
Judge:
... This is quite the shocking state of affairs. Mr. Wright's theory still sounds a bit absurd to me. However... Let's just keep going down this road for a while and see where it leads!
Maya:
Let's do this, Nick! Then maybe Von Karma will finally throw in the towel...
von Karma:
...
Acro:
...
Maya:
Well... So much for that theory.
Acro:
Mr. Wright... Do you mind?
Phoenix:
What is it?
Acro:
You took the time to research our circus, didn't you?
Phoenix:
Well... Yes, I did... Is there something making you think that I didn't?
Acro:
If you did, then maybe you'll understand why I think you're off track.
Phoenix:
Umm... Why is that?
von Karma:
Motive. This witness feels an incredible debt of gratitude towards the Ringmaster. Anyone with any relation to the circus is well aware of this.
Phoenix:
...!
von Karma:
Thus, there is absolutely no way someone like this would kill the Ringmaster!
Judge:
Hmm...
von Karma:
Your Honor, I'd like you to hear Acro's story! Learn about his relationship with the Ringmaster, and his life up until now...
Maya:
W-What do we do!? There's no doubting that Acro deeply respected the Ringmaster!
Phoenix:
(Acro's motive... Hmm...)
Judge:
It seems that this case isn't over yet... Very well. However, I feel this is a good place to take a break. I will listen to the rest of Mr. Dingling's testimony after recess.
Acro:
...
Judge:
This court will now take a 10 minute recess.
To be continued.
December 30, 2:17 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 5
Max:
I can't believe it!! Acro!?
Phoenix:
It's pretty shocking, isn't it?
Max:
It definitely is! And to think he was always the most straight-forward of the group. Geebus... Unbelievable...
*Ahem!*
Maya:
Acro tried to pin the murder on you on purpose...
Max:
He... He did?
*Psst!* *Psst!* *Cough!*
Max:
My my... He's just a little twerp, isn't he...?
Maya:
Well... that's one way to put it.
*Cough!* Hey! Hey pal!!
Gumshoe:
You're gonna ignore me after I went to all this trouble to bring you some evidence!?
Maya:
Ahh... Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Ahh, forget it. I'm goin' home. This guy deserves to be guilty anyways...
Phoenix:
Now now Detective. I'm sorry. Now, why don't you relax a little.
Maya:
We've got some really tasty milk!
Max:
How about a card trick, Detective?
Gumshoe:
... Ho ho ho... Well, if you insist...
Maya:
Now about that evidence you mentioned... What is it!?
Gumshoe:
Here ya go.
Maya:
Huh? This was... Yesterday in Acro's room...
Gumshoe:
The result of our investigation... You can look at it later.
Maya:
Won't Von Karma be mad that you're doing this?
Gumshoe:
... That's why this is all a secret.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
Look, details are on a need to know basis. And we're not really allies or anything... But everything that's happened in court up until now has gone according to our plan.
Maya:
Von Karma looked like she was in a pretty big hurry though.
Gumshoe:
You'll figure it out eventually, pal... Yesterday, our final plans were put into place.
Phoenix:
"Final plans"...?
Gumshoe:
Uh huh. That reminds me... I've got a message from the prosecutor for you. "Judgment comes at the very last instant." That's it. And that's it for me too, pal. I'm goin' home.
Maya:
What did he mean by that... "The very last instant" part.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Everything he said seemed pretty cryptic to me...
Gumshoe:
Oh... One more thing.
Maya:
Ahhh! Don't scare me like that!
Gumshoe:
It looks like there's a large care package from the circus for the defendant.
Max:
Eh? For me...?
Gumshoe:
It's milk. The reception area looks like some kind of dairy, so hurry up and drink it before it spoils.
Max:
An entire dairy's worth of milk... For me!?
December 30, 2:27 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
This court is now in session. Shall we continue our proceedings? Ms. von Karma. Please continue from where you left off.
von Karma:
I'd like to continue with Acro's testimony, starting with his relationship to the victim. I'd also like to get proof from the defense... Proof of what kind of motive Acro would have to commit this crime.
Judge:
Understood. Now Mr. Dingling.
Acro:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Please proceed with your testimony.
Maya:
Finally we get to the motive! Wait... Nick, are you OK?
Phoenix:
Just do me a favor and don't ask questions you don't want the answer to...
Maya:
... *gulp*
Witness Testimony
-- About the Ringmaster --
Acro:
When we were little, we were abandoned by our parents.
That's when the Ringmaster of the Berry Big Circus, Russell Berry, took us in.
I became an acrobat at around nine years old.
I wanted to find a way to repay the Ringmaster. That was my sole purpose in life...
Judge:
Hmm... You're such a thoughtful young man.
von Karma:
As you heard, the witness deeply respected the victim. I wonder how anyone could think that Acro could kill the man he held in such esteem.
Judge:
You are absolutely right... How could anyone think that, Mr. Wright? Which is why there's no real need for a cross-examination is there?
Phoenix:
(Actually, that's the question I'm trying to answer myself... "Why would Acro kill the Ringmaster?"... This might be my last chance to answer that question.)
Of course I'll cross-examine.
Phoenix:
The defense has a right to cross-examine the witness!
von Karma:
Hmph. You're so tactless, Mr. Phoenix Wright. You don't care about justice, do you? You just want to fabricate a motive...
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- About the Ringmaster --
Acro:
When we were little, we were abandoned by our parents.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"We"?
Acro:
Yes. My brother Sean and I.
Judge:
What? You have a brother?
von Karma:
How old were you when this happened, Acro?
Acro:
I was eight years old and my brother was four.
Judge:
Hmm... Your parents were very cruel, weren't they?
Acro:
Nowadays, we aren't bitter about what happened to us. Because it allowed us to meet the wonderful people at the Berry Big Circus.
Judge:
...!
Maya:
Nick, the judge is getting misty eyed.
Phoenix:
(He's got a soft spot for sob stories it looks like...)
Judge:
OWWW!! *sniff* *sniff*
von Karma:
There's no crying in court! Let's keep going!
Judge:
*sniff* The witness may proceed with his testimony...
Acro:
That's when the Ringmaster of the Berry Big Circus, Russell Berry, took us in.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How would you describe your relationship with the Ringmaster?
Acro:
He was like an uncle, a father, and a big brother all rolled up into one. The Ringmaster and my brother were the only family I had...
Judge:
Hmm... What about other people at the circus?
Acro:
This was over 15 years ago... Back then, there were very few customers coming in, so no one really had the time to look after us. They were worried about other things. But the Ringmaster... He would always come see us with a laugh and a smile.
von Karma:
What a beautiful story...
Acro:
That's why I was always thinking of what I could do to help. I wanted to thank him.
Maya:
Nick! Isn't Acro such a wonderful person!?
Phoenix:
I know. He seems like a nice guy... (Which is what makes this so difficult.)
Judge:
Hmm... So then how long have you been a performer?
Acro:
I became an acrobat at around nine years old.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You started off as an acrobat at that early of an age?
Acro:
I begged the Ringmaster until he finally agreed to let me do it. Ever since then, I've been in incredible physical shape. That's also when I decided to form a group with my brother. We called ourselves the Flying Dingling-Berrys. It's nearly a household name.
von Karma:
I've even heard of them in Germany...
Phoenix:
(Liar!)
Acro:
The point is that I wanted to be of some use to the circus.
Judge:
Hmm... You are truly a remarkable young man.
Phoenix:
(The Judge keeps looking at Acro almost like a proud father...)
von Karma:
Hmph...
Acro:
I wanted to find a way to repay the Ringmaster. That was my sole purpose in life...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you ever have any trouble with the Ringmaster? OWWW!!
von Karma:
How could you ask such a thing, Mr. Phoenix Wright!? Do you have some sort of fundamental misunderstanding of this witness' testimony? Or the heart-felt emotions contained within? You better think about this, Mr. Phoenix Wright! You better think hard!
Phoenix:
OWWW! OW-OW-OW-OWWW!!
Judge:
Hmm... No matter how you look at it, there's no way I could see this witness ever taking the victim's life.
von Karma:
Exactly. I've been waiting for you to say that, Your Honor.
Maya:
Nick, I hate to say it, but I agree with them.
Phoenix:
I was trying to chase down the truth, but I ended up just looking like a jerk...
Maya:
What do you think, Nick?
Phoenix:
I dunno... I think the more I cross-examine him, the worse I end up looking in the end.
Maya:
Y-You mean...
Phoenix:
I get the feeling that this cross-examination was a trap.
Maya:
Yeah... Von Karma set you up again...
After pressing all statements:
Judge:
I think that will be enough for now. Pondering whether or not this witness would kill the Ringmaster leads me to believe that is pretty much unlikely.
von Karma:
Exactly right, Your Honor.
Leads to:
"Mr. Wright... I'd like to ask you a question."
No need to question him now.
Phoenix:
There's no need to cross-examine this witness.
Judge:
W-What's that!?
Phoenix:
"Why was the Ringmaster murdered?" There is no need to delve into that bit of testimony when I know the answer already!
von Karma:
...
Leads to:
"Mr. Wright... I'd like to ask you a question."
Judge:
Mr. Wright... I'd like to ask you a question.
Phoenix:
Go ahead, Your Honor.
Judge:
What was Acro's motive for killing the Ringmaster? How about it? Can you explain that to me?
Of course I can!
Phoenix:
Now that I've come this far, there is no way I could answer "No, I can't..."
von Karma:
Oh... This is gonna be good...
Judge:
Very well, then please enlighten the court. Let's see some evidence that proves Acro's motive for killing the Ringmaster!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Umm... Let me just go over this one more time..."
Judge:
Umm... Let me just go over this one more time... This is why Acro killed the Ringmaster?
Phoenix:
That is correct.
von Karma:
I don't think the defense would mind confirming something for me. What exactly are we supposed to learn from this piece of evidence?
Phoenix:
What are you supposed to learn... Hmm...
von Karma:
Looks like you just won the award for Biggest Failure in Court.
Maya:
Ouch... Biggest Failure in Court... That stings!
Judge:
In recognition of your honor, let me bestow you with my special prize! So now what will you do, Mr. Wright? I would prefer you hurry up and prove something!
Phoenix:
(Drats! Now I'm really gonna have to think about this...)
Present something else
Phoenix:
OK... This time, I won't leave any doubt in your mind!
Judge:
May the defense remember that this court is not target practice for its theories!
Leads back to:
"Very well, then please enlighten the court."
Give up presenting things
Leads to:
"..."
I can't provide one.
Leads to:
"..."
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Nick...?
Phoenix:
(Yeah... I didn't even have to think about it... It was obvious from the start!) Your Honor. The reason that Acro killed the Ringmaster is something that can't be proven.
Judge:
W-What!?
Phoenix:
That's because Acro had no reason to kill the Ringmaster at all. OWWW!!
von Karma:
Your foolish attempts to fool us like foolish fools is so fool-heartedly foolish! Did you forget!? You made an accusation against this witness, did you not? I believe it was... "This is the real killer of Russell Berry, Ringmaster."
Phoenix:
If you want to jump to the end of things... Then, yes, that sounds about right.
Judge:
The end of things...?
Phoenix:
Acro. You didn't plan to kill the Ringmaster at all, did you? The Ringmaster wasn't your target that night.
von Karma:
What did you just say!?
Phoenix:
I'm saying that the target of this witness' murder plot was not the Ringmaster. He did not plan to kill Russell Berry!
von Karma:
W-WHAAATT?
Judge:
Order! Order! Bailiff, I don't care who it is, smack anyone who's loud in the face! Twice if you must! Mr. Wright! What in the world are you trying to do to my court!? OWWW!!
von Karma:
Mr. Phoenix Wright! What in the world are you trying to do this his court!? Are you attempting to imply that Acro was trying to kill someone else!?
Present Regina Berry profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Regina Berry...?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is OWWW! My evidence!! OWWW! W-What are you doing!? OWWW!!
von Karma:
There's fourteen more where that came from!
Judge:
H-Hold it right there! You can take your time with the other fourteen later... But now, let me see that evidence once again.
von Karma:
...
Phoenix:
(Erk! I'm so scared of what will happen, I can't even move to give him the evidence...)
von Karma:
He asked you for something!! Where are your manners, Mr. Phoenix Wright!?
Leads back to:
"Are you attempting to imply that Acro was trying to kill someone else!?"
von Karma:
Regina Berry...?
Judge:
This young girl is the Ringmaster's daughter, correct?
Phoenix:
Acro. You were really aiming for her that night, weren't you?
Acro:
...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
You don't need to answer that! It's a mean-spirited leading question!!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
He could easily answer this question! If I'm wrong, all he has to say is, "You're wrong." That's it.
von Karma:
That's it, huh Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Judge:
Enough! Mr. Wright, allow me to-- OWWW!!
von Karma:
The only thing allowed to interrupt me is death itself!
Judge:
Huh!?
von Karma:
And that goes for you too... Mr. Phoenix Wright! Show me evidence! Now! I want to know why Acro would want to kill Regina Berry!
Phoenix:
...!!
Judge:
Y-Y-Yes! Me too! I demand to see some proof! Present evidence that proves Acro was out to kill this young girl!
Present Note
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Acro... Do you have any recollection of seeing this?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Alright, Mr. Wright!
von Karma:
At this point, the only thing that's important is evidence!
Judge:
This better not be a bluff. You're not going to-- OWWW!!
von Karma:
You're not going to fool me... Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Maya:
Those two are finishing each other's sentences now...
Phoenix:
It must be the special bond between whipper and whipped.
Judge:
My patience is running thin, Mr. Wright!
Leads back to:
"Present evidence that proves Acro was out to kill this young girl!"
Phoenix:
Acro... Do you have any recollection of seeing this?
Acro:
That's...
Phoenix:
It's a piece of paper that we found inside the Ringmaster's tailcoat.
Judge:
Inside the victim's tailcoat?
Phoenix:
Acro wrote this note. It's ironically entitled "To the Murderer!"... It's* ([sic]) purpose was to call someone to the plaza at 10:00 PM.
Judge:
So you're saying that he called Russell Berry with that note...!?
Phoenix:
There's just one little problem...
Judge:
Problem?
Phoenix:
Acro did indeed place this note into someone's pocket. However, that someone was not the Ringmaster!
von Karma:
You mean... It wasn't for the...
Phoenix:
That's exactly what I mean. The person this note was intended for was none other than Regina Berry!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! M-Mr. Wright! This little theory of yours...
Phoenix:
It's the truth, Your Honor. It isn't a theory. Simply put, Regina didn't think the note was meant for her. Which is why, the morning of the crime, she placed it on the cafeteria bulletin board.
von Karma:
That's when her father... I mean the Ringmaster... Read the note?
Phoenix:
That's correct. The ringmaster ended up in that plaza instead of Regina! And he was killed because of that mistake... Instead of Regina!!
Judge:
That's... That's... That's incredible!
Phoenix:
Remember the testimony that Acro gave us earlier today!
Acro:
Lifting the bust and looking out of the window would've been impossible. There's no way I could have exerted that kind of force on my lower body. If I were to do that, I'd end up falling out the window myself.
Phoenix:
Acro had no idea who it was that arrived in the plaza... Because he couldn't look down out of his window to see who it actually was.
Judge:
I've got it! I've got it! Acro thought it was Regina down in the plaza...
Phoenix:
And that's when he let the bust fly.
Maya:
Hey, Nick... Isn't Regina listening to all of this from the audience?
Phoenix:
She is. Unfortunately, it's only going to get harsher from here.
Maya:
I hope Regina can handle it...
Judge:
Acro wrote this note to Regina...!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
Foolishly foolish fool with foolishly foolish fool ideas of foolish tomfoolery... ... You're so foolish, you've even made me sound like a foolhardy fool... Very well, Mr. Phoenix Wright. If you're so sure, then tell us about this line! "I have conclusive evidence of what took place."
Phoenix:
Uh huh. That's a line in the note alright.
von Karma:
Well, then if the note was sent to Regina Berry, it must mean that... This note is declaring that Regina Berry is a murderer!
Phoenix:
You just don't get it, do you?
von Karma:
What!? ... What did you just say!?
Phoenix:
The Ringmaster knew what the note meant! Which is why he went to the plaza. ...In place of his lovely daughter!
Judge:
H-Hold it right there, Mr. Wright! What is this incident that is alluded to in the note?
Phoenix:
(The incident six months ago...)
I have no idea.
Phoenix:
... Urk! Umm... Well...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
This is simple, Your Honor. If Mr. Phoenix Wright can't provide the facts for this so-called incident on the note, then there is no way to know whether this note is relevant or not. Moreover, one cannot prove any sort of motive for wanting to murder Regina Berry!
Judge:
Huh? It's that simple?
von Karma:
...
Judge:
Of course it's that simple!
Maya:
Nick! I thought you were going somewhere with this!
Phoenix:
(This is getting ugly... All I can do to get out of this mess is... I have to prove the truth about what happened six months ago!)
Leads to:
"An incident occurred six months ago..."
I know all about it.
Leads to:
"An incident occurred six months ago..."
Phoenix:
An incident occurred six months ago... And now I am more than ready to show this court what happened at that time!
von Karma:
...Moron!
Judge:
Wait! Are you sure that it relates to the present case!?
Phoenix:
It does indeed, Your Honor! Everything in this case has its start in what happened six months ago!
Maya:
Really, Nick?
Phoenix:
I... Umm... I think so.
von Karma:
Well then if that's the case, hurry up and tell us about it. What is this "conclusive evidence" mentioned in the note? I know I'd certainly like to know what it is!
Phoenix:
(If I can't answer that question, the judge is going to think I'm bluffing!) The "conclusive evidence" about the incident six months ago is actually...
Present Small Seasoning Bottle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"... Hmm... ... *Achoo!* *Achoo!* *Achoo!* *Achoo!* *Achoo!* *Achoo!*"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
What...? This is it?
Phoenix:
Well... Umm... I kinda figured that I'd try and get rid of evidence I didn't need any more.
Judge:
Well, from now on, you can do those sorts of things at home, on your own time!
Phoenix:
Whoops!
Judge:
Please present this CONCLUSIVE evidence, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I'm almost to the big climax of this case... Which means that, no matter what, I can't mess up again!)
Leads back to:
"The "conclusive evidence" about the incident six months ago is actually..."
Judge:
... Hmm... ... *Achoo!* *Achoo!* *Achoo!* *Achoo!* *Achoo!* *Achoo!*
von Karma:
What kind of spicy joke is this... Mr. Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
It isn't a joke at all. It's the decisive evidence you asked for.
Judge:
W-W-What do you mean?
Phoenix:
The victim would arrive and try to take away the wooden box. That's when they'd discover the decisive evidence found inside!
Judge:
Another unbelievable conclusion! Very well, Mr. Wright. So what exactly are you saying? Are you claiming Regina Berry killed someone with a small bottle of pepper!?
Phoenix:
Taking the note into account, that's the only logical conclusion you can draw...
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
...Foolish fool who never tires of his own foolish ways... If you're so sure, Mr. Phoenix Wright, then answer this question! Who was Regina Berry's intended victim?
Present Bat profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Who is this...?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
What's wrong with you!! You can't just pick random people!
Judge:
What was that just now?
Phoenix:
I'm... S-Sorry. I was just... Umm... Practicing.
Judge:
The court orders the defense to keep his practice sessions restricted to his home!
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"...Foolish fool who never tires of his own foolish ways..."
Judge:
Who is this...?
Phoenix:
That is Acro's younger brother.
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
What does this prove? His younger brother isn't dead!!
Phoenix:
Technically, that's true. However, Bat has been in a coma for six months now... It's not a stretch to see how Acro could feel that his brother is dead!
Judge:
Regina... She did that to him...?
von Karma:
Do you spend your entire life dreaming up new ways to be a fool!? Naturally, the prosecution has looked into Acro's brother, Sean Dingling. Six months ago, he was bit by a lion and fell into his current comatose state!
Judge:
A l-l-lion!?
von Karma:
Regina... I mean, Ms. Regina Berry is an animal tamer by trade. However, no tamed animal in that position is ever trained to attack another human! They wouldn't understand the command! Moreover, Ms. Regina could never do something like that! It's just not in her.
Judge:
Hmm... So then what happened to Acro's brother?
von Karma:
He's not the victim of an attempted murder, he's the victim of an accident.
Judge:
I see...
Maya:
Now what do we do? No one seems to be going along with your theory. Do you think what happened to Bat was actually an accident!?
It was just an accident.
Phoenix:
I suppose it was truly an accident...
von Karma:
It's essential that a man knows when to give up... Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Judge:
Hmm... It's impossible to prove Regina's involvement in a murder attempt, isn't it...?
von Karma:
Hah! Instigating a lion to attack! Who ever heard of something like that!? And to think that the defense claimed this was "conclusive evidence"...
Phoenix:
(...Ugghhh...) ... (A small bottle of pepper... ...A lion... What's their connection...?) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Maya:
What's the matter, Nick!?
Phoenix:
I figured it out! Wow... It was right in front of my nose the entire time! Your Honor... Wait!
Judge:
W-What is it?
Leads to:
"The lion biting Bat was no accident at all!"
It was more than that.
Leads to:
"The lion biting Bat was no accident at all!"
Phoenix:
The lion biting Bat was no accident at all!
Judge:
W-WHAT!?
von Karma:
You're such an amateur, Mr. Phoenix Wright! There is no way that Regina would ever incite her lion to attack another human being!
Phoenix:
She may not have incited the lion to attack another human being, but Regina is responsible for making the lion bite Acro's brother, Bat!
Present Scarf
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That's... That's just a scarf."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
Nick... You sure you want to go with that?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
How exactly does this evidence prove the reason Léon bit Bat? You don't think that there's something better you should present instead!?
Judge:
I'd like you to show me the piece of evidence please...
Phoenix:
(Doh! ...I'm gonna have to think this over some more.)
Leads back to:
"You're such an amateur, Mr. Phoenix Wright!"
Judge:
That's... That's just a scarf.
Phoenix:
Acro.
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
This scarf is something that Bat used to wear, correct?
Acro:
That's right...
Phoenix:
And who is the one that gave this scarf to Bat?
Acro:
R... Regina... Regina gave it to him...
Judge:
Regina...
Phoenix:
There is something more than just blood on this scarf, Your Honor.
Judge:
...And what might that be?
Phoenix:
Pepper.
Judge:
Pepper?
Phoenix:
Pepper. Regina gave this scarf to Bat right before the accident! And she covered it with as much pepper as she could!
von Karma:
...
Acro:
...
Judge:
...
..................
Phoenix:
(Hey... What's with the silent treatment?)
Judge:
Umm... Excuse me, Mr. Wright. You've done a good job of fingering a criminal... But out of curiosity... What was her crime?
Phoenix:
Umm...
Judge:
Regina gave a pepper covered scarf to Bat as a present. Where's the crime in that?
Phoenix:
(It still seems like the judge just doesn't get it...)
von Karma:
... Mr. Phoenix Wright... Wasn't it said that the lion seemed to be smiling?
Acro:
!
Judge:
Smiling? The lion was smiling?
von Karma:
Right before Bat was bit by the lion. For a moment, the lion's mouth changed and it looked like he was... Smiling.
Judge:
Lions... Smile?
von Karma:
I've never heard of them smiling; however...
Phoenix:
Lions sneeze.
Judge:
W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W...
Phoenix:
Léon didn't plan on biting Bat at all. ...In reality, all he actually did was sneeze. He sneezed because of all the pepper spread on the scarf!
Judge:
W-W-W-W-WHAT!?!?
von Karma:
YOU FOOOOOOL!!
Judge:
.................. You've got to be kidding me!!
von Karma:
Objection!
von Karma:
..............................
Judge:
W-What's the matter, Ms. von Karma?
von Karma:
I... I... I object... For objection's sake... Mr. Phoenix Wright! You... This theory... You believe it? You really plan to say this joke of an accident actually happened?
Phoenix:
Of course I do! It's the truth. The lion sneezed due to the pepper, and that's when Bat... Lost consciousness. Acro nearly lost his brother due to this accident! Or this "joke" as you put it. Which is why he tried to get his revenge... Against Regina.
von Karma:
You foolish idiot!
Acro:
Hmm... So it's a "joke of an accident" to you huh? ... Once again, I'm impressed by your imagination, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Acro:
To think that there's someone who treats this accident with the respect it deserves...
Phoenix:
Are you telling me that what I said was... True?
Acro:
...
Maya:
A-Acro...
von Karma:
...You don't mean!? You can't mean!? Witness...!?
Judge:
A-Are you confirming the defense's claim...!?
Acro:
... Mr. Wright. Unfortunately, your imagination is not enough to find me guilty of murder.
Phoenix:
... What do you mean by that?
Acro:
The pepper... The scarf... The lion... ...I see where you're going, but it's a bit hard to swallow... Not to mention the fact that there's an even bigger problem with your theory.
Judge:
What would that problem be?
Acro:
The same problem it's always been... Evidence. If I dropped Max's bust on top of the Ringmaster... Where is the evidence that proves that claim?
Phoenix:
Uhhh...
Judge:
Hmm... You mean the "conclusive evidence"?
von Karma:
The biggest problem is the murder weapon, or the lack thereof to be more precise.
Phoenix:
Murder weapon...
Judge:
The "bust" that the defense claims was used... If that were to be found in Acro's room, and if it was covered with the victim's blood, that would be awfully conclusive in my eyes.
von Karma:
Yes it would be...
Phoenix:
(The "bust"...)
Maya:
Nick! You've gotta do something...!
Phoenix:
(This is the last step... If I get this one right, the case is won!)
See how things work out first
Phoenix:
(It might be worthwhile to search Acro's room, but...)
Maya:
W-Why aren't you going to search his room!?
von Karma:
...It looks like you finally figured things out, didn't you? Now you know the true meaning of "Von Karma Total Justice"...
Phoenix:
I guess... I figured with you that's the least I should expect. You'd leave no stone unturned.
Leads to:
"A Von Karma never leaves anything to chance! We already searched Acro's room yesterday!"
Request to search Acro's room
Phoenix:
The defense requests to search the room of the witness, Ken Dingling!
von Karma:
Hmph...
Phoenix:
What is it now?
von Karma:
...It looks like you still haven't figured things out, have you? By now you must know the meaning of "Von Karma Total Justice"...
Judge:
Y-You mean...?
Leads to:
"A Von Karma never leaves anything to chance! We already searched Acro's room yesterday!"
von Karma:
A Von Karma never leaves anything to chance! We already searched Acro's room yesterday!
Judge:
W-What did you find!?
von Karma:
There's no reason to even say it. If we found what you think we found in that room, Acro would not be here as a witness. But to put a point on it, Max's bust was not in the room! The murder weapon is still unaccounted for.
Acro:
You see, Mr. Wright. The bust wasn't in my room.
von Karma:
Furthermore, Detective Dick Gumshoe executed the search by complete surprise. And we took Acro directly to the prosecutor's office after that. End of story...
Phoenix:
(J-Just wait a second... Something's funny about all this...)
Acro:
Heh heh heh heh... It looks like the coup d'grace in this case was ever so sweet...
Phoenix:
But... But... What about the scarf!? What about the note!?
Acro:
What about them? Mr. Wright, no offense, but the important evidence here is about the death of the Ringmaster. I think you should remember that.
Phoenix:
Arrggh!
Maya:
Do something Nick! Don't let this case slip away!! The bust... Where is it now?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Where's the bust right now?)
Maya:
You're Phoenix Wright! You know where that bust is! I'm sure you do!
Phoenix:
(There's not even a single clue... How am I supposed to know where the bust is!?)
Judge:
It seems as if this case is coming to a close... The defense's counter-arguments look to have fallen short.
von Karma:
Thank you for your support...
Phoenix:
...Ack!
Acro:
Now if you'll please excuse me, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
I think that brings to an end the cross-examination of this witness!
Hold it!
Maya:
Where is Max's bust...? The defense needs time to prepare to present it's* ([sic]) lace... I mean case. Sorry, I'm a bit nervous and I just bit my tongue.
Judge:
Huh?
von Karma:
What?
Phoenix:
We need time to do WHAT!?!? OWWW!!
von Karma:
Why are you the most surprised person here!? She's YOUR aide, isn't she!?
Judge:
D-Do you really have a-a case to present, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
W-Whaaa!? Is he talking to me!?
Maya:
The rest is up to you, Nick! Good luck!
Phoenix:
H-Hey... Wait... You can't be serious...
Maya:
Acrobat's* ([sic]) always have their lives on the lines, don't they? That's how Acro's lived his life up until now. Now it's time for us to walk across our own tightrope! If we don't, we're certain to lose!
Judge:
Very well... The defense may proceed.
Acro:
He doesn't have a clue...  And I don't think he'll be finding one anytime soon.
Phoenix:
(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step! Sink or swim... The only way through is forward!)
von Karma:
The murder weapon... Where is Max's bust now!?
Somewhere in the Lodging House
Phoenix:
There is no doubt in my mind! The bust is somewhere around the Lodging House!
Judge:
You don't say!?
von Karma:
He better not say...!
Phoenix:
In fact, allow me to be even more specific as to its location! You can find it...
In Moe's room
Phoenix:
Indeed, it is in Moe's room!
von Karma:
T-That clown...? You don't mean!?
Judge:
Why would the bust be in Moe's room?
Phoenix:
That's simple... I couldn't think of any other rooms it could be in! OWWW!!
von Karma:
Refrain from making yourself look stupid!
Maya:
Nick! What about where Ben and Trilo were standing!?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Maybe she's on to something here...)
von Karma:
We searched that room inside out and there was absolutely no sign of a bust!
Phoenix:
L-Let... Let me try again!
Leads back to:
"(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step!)"
In Acro's room
Phoenix:
Without a doubt, the bust is in... Acro's room. OWWW!! L-Let me finish... J-Just let me finish... OWWWWW!!
von Karma:
I already told you that we searched his room from top to bottom! Prepare to taste your own tears... Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Judge:
The court orders Mr. Phoenix Wright to get a grip on himself immediately!
Phoenix:
I'll... Uhh... Go back and think things over.
Leads back to:
"(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step!)"
In the plaza near the scene
Phoenix:
It's buried in the plaza!
Judge:
N-Near the scene of the crime? And no one noticed it!?
von Karma:
How could you possibly think that!?
Phoenix:
Haven't you ever heard the old saying... "It was hiding right under your nose?" That about sums it up!
von Karma:
...
Judge:
...
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
I should rethink that, shouldn't I?
Judge:
Yes, you should.
Leads back to:
"(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step!)"
Somewhere in the Big Top
Phoenix:
It must be somewhere in the Berry Big Top!
von Karma:
I-It's... It's in the Big Top!?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Where exactly in the Big top would we find the bust?
In the Ringmaster's room
Phoenix:
To be specific, I believe it is in the Ringmaster's room.
von Karma:
Once again... You are so predictable, Mr. Phoenix Wright. Enough of your bluffing. The Ringmaster's room was thoroughly searched... There was no bust found. There's absolutely no way I'm wrong. I'd even stake my life on it!
Judge:
Oh... There's no need to be staking lives on things... OWWW!!
von Karma:
And you get one too!
Phoenix:
OWWW!!
Maya:
Nick! You've gotta think things over again...
Phoenix:
You're right... If I think things through, I should figure it all out!
Leads back to:
"(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step!)"
In the Cafeteria
Phoenix:
Of course, it is obviously in the cafeteria!
von Karma:
The c-c-cafeteria...!
Judge:
Why would it be there!?
Phoenix:
That's easy enough... It's the messiest place in the entire circus! OWWW!!
von Karma:
Spare us the jokes!
Maya:
That reminds me! Our office is just as messy as that cafeteria!
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't go that far. It's not that messy...)
von Karma:
We went over that cafeteria with a fine-toothed comb and found no sign of a bust!
Phoenix:
Ack! I've gotta rethink things!
Leads back to:
"(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step!)"
On the Circus' Stage
Phoenix:
It is on the circus' stage!
Judge:
W-What is it doing there!?
Phoenix:
Haven't you ever heard this the* ([sic]) saying... "You keep your treasure inside your castle." It's kinda like that!
von Karma:
...
Judge:
...
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
Look's* ([sic]) like it's time to give things some more thought.
Judge:
I agree.
Leads back to:
"(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step!)"
Somewhere in this courtroom
Phoenix:
It's obvious! The bust is inside this very courtroom!
Judge:
It's... O-O-Obvious...?
Phoenix:
Allow me to pinpoint the location of the bust once and for all!
The judge's bench
Phoenix:
It's... Umm... Umm..................
Judge:
W-W-W-What!? Why did you stop talking all of a sudden!?
Phoenix:
Well... I'm just not really sure if I should say anything or not because the bust is... Under Your Honor's bench!
von Karma:
...You had to think about whether it was a good idea to say that!?
Judge:
GWWWWAAAAHHHH!! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!? THAT'S A PENALTY!!
Phoenix:
Arrrgghhh!
Judge:
WHAT'S THAT!? YOU WANT A DOUBLE!? HERE YA GO!!
Phoenix:
Double arrrggghhh!! (Ahh... I knew I had a bad feeling about that...)
Judge:
Now hurry up and fix things!
Leads back to:
"(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step!)"
The prosecutor's bench
Phoenix:
It's... Umm... Umm..................
Judge:
W-W-W-What!? Why did you stop talking all of a sudden!?
Phoenix:
Well... I'm just not really sure if I should say anything or not because the bust is... Under the prosecutor's bench!
Judge:
No... You don't mean that... MS. VON KARMA! OWWW!! OWWWWWW!! OWWWWWWWWW!! OWWWWWWWWWWWW!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
von Karma:
Don't think you're getting off either!
Maya:
N-Nick! Get up, Nick!
von Karma:
...Proceed Your Honor.
Judge:
I will when Mr. Wright opens his eyes...
Maya:
Nick... Are you OK?
Phoenix:
(...? W-W-Who is this girl? ... This is no time for me to be losing my memory!!)
Leads back to:
"(...Walking the tightrope of logic... There's no room for a false step!)"
The witness chair
Leads to:
"Acro... I'm sorry to ask this, but do you mind if I take the blanket off your wheelchair?"
Phoenix:
Acro... I'm sorry to ask this, but do you mind if I take the blanket off your wheelchair?
Acro:
... I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Well... You are a big guy... And you have a pretty big wheelchair because of it... I just wanted to make sure you weren't hiding anything under that blanket. Because it seems to me that it'd be really easy to say... Hide a bust under there...
Acro:
...Hah hah hah hah hah... Once again, your penchant for humor hits me where it hurts, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
I think it's pretty amazing that you could laugh in your position... However, your lightheartedness doesn't change the fact that the bust is under there.
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
We all know that you couldn't leave the lodging house by yourself in your condition. That proved inconvenient when Ms. von Karma happened to search your room yesterday. If she had found the murder weapon in your room, it would have been all over. Which is why you had to hide it. In the only place that you could hide it... Under your wheelchair.
Acro:
...
Phoenix:
Which is why, Acro, I have to ask you again. Could you please remove the blanket from the wheelchair?
Acro:
... Well done, Mr. Wright. Masterfully played.
von Karma:
...You!! You fool! How could you...!?
Acro:
You've got me. I've been bagged by a real pro. Actually, two of them...
Phoenix:
(Two of them...?)
Acro:
Ms. Franziska von Karma and Mr. Phoenix Wright.
von Karma:
...What!?
Acro:
There's just one think I'd like to know... How did you know to launch the surprise search on my room last night?
von Karma:
...?
Acro:
There were two decisive pieces of evidence... The cloak and the bust... I burned the cloak in my room and threw the ashes away with the trash. ...Regina always took my trash out every morning, you know. But the bust... Obviously I couldn't throw that away. When you executed your search, all I could do was try and hide the bust. And the only place that I could hide it quickly was under this wheelchair... Ms. von Karma, you had things all figured out, didn't you? I was completely sucked in by your calculated strategy... And now to be caught in the middle of court hiding the murder weapon... ...There's no way I can escape that. So you've got me. Well done, Mr. Wright. Well done, Ms. von Karma.
Judge:
Hmm... It all makes sense now.
Maya:
I can't believe that Von Karma thought that far ahead... It's amazing!
Phoenix:
Uh huh... You definitely couldn't tell by looking at her. I know I sure couldn't.
von Karma:
...I can't believe it... I... Failed! Why did I order a surprise search of your room...? If only I hadn't done that...
Judge:
It doesn't matter now though. It seems as if we've arrived at the truth. Acro.
Acro:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Did you kill the Ringmaster of the Berry Big Circus, Mr. Russell Berry?
Acro:
Yes, Your Honor. I'm responsible for that crime.
Maya:
Acro...
Acro:
... All my brother did... was want Regina to like him. That's why he'd tease her. One day, my brother sprinkled some pepper on Regina. She started sneezing so hard... You couldn't help yourself from laughing. That's why Regina thought it'd be funny to get him back in the same way...
Phoenix:
And that's why she covered the scarf in pepper...
Acro:
I know she didn't want anything bad to happen... I know this... She just wanted to make my brother sneeze a few times too... But... I just couldn't forgive her! No matter what. What am I truly guilty of? ...I'm guilty of never, ever being able to understand her. "Your brother became a star." Regina believed in that so purely, that she would laugh innocently when saying it... Too innocently... I just couldn't stand it... No matter how hard I tried.
Phoenix:
That's when you decided to do something about Regina...
von Karma:
What do you mean by that...?
Judge:
So are you saying that you are a victim in all of this as well?
Acro:
No... That's not what I mean. I'm nothing but a murderer. That's who I am... At first, I thought I'd kill myself. Then I pondered giving myself up... But... I couldn't just up and leave... I just couldn't... That's why... I tried... to pin this... on Max. Max... I'm so sorry...! I just... I just... I couldn't just up and leave yet...
Judge:
This has been such a strange case... It's almost a reflection of the circus itself.
von Karma:
I'm... An... Idiot... I can't believe it... You... Beat me... Again.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
I believe this case is now beyond any point of possible discussion. Thus, I'd like to declare my verdict.
Not Guilty
Judge:
This court is adjourned.
December 30, 4:27 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 5
Max:
F-F-F-FABULOUS!! But to be honest, I can't really be too happy about this.
Maya:
Acro, the Ringmaster, Regina, and Bat... Not a single one of them was a bad person inside, huh?
Max:
That's a good question. And one I don't know the answer to.
Moe:
Congratulations! Congratulations Mr. Max!
Max:
T-Thank you. ...
Maya:
...
Moe:
What's with the vibe in this room?
Maya:
We were just thinking about Acro...
Moe:
No no no no no! If you worry about people too much, then you'll be like this forever, and never be happy!
Maya:
Huh?
Regina:
WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!
Moe:
...She's been like this for a while now.
Regina:
WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! IT'S ALL MY FAULTTTTTT!! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!
Max:
S-S-Sweetie... Sweetie pie...
Regina:
Bat and Acro... They're never coming back!! Now... Now everyone's gonna split up!!
Maya:
Regina...
Regina:
Mr. Wright! Tell me something!
Phoenix:
W-What do you want to know, Regina?
Regina:
Acro said something right at the end...
...I just couldn't up and leave yet...
Regina:
...Does that mean Acro... Is he gonna try and get his revenge on me!?
Of course he is.
Phoenix:
I think that's his plan... But what can you do about it? You did some awfully bad things to him, Regina.
Regina:
Uwwaaahh... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! Y-You're right...! He won't ever forgive me will he!?
Phoenix:
(Yikes! It looks like I struck the final blow on Regina...)
Maya:
Poor Regina...
Leads to:
"Hey, Max."
I don't think so.
Phoenix:
He's not gonna do that to you, Regina.
Regina:
Are you sure? You're really sure!? I can believe that...?
Phoenix:
Yep. Acro doesn't have any desire for revenge anymore...
Regina:
If that's true... Then I want to see some evidence!!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Regina:
Acro said that all the time to you, so I thought it'd work for me too...
Present Bat profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Acro didn't want to get caught for a reason. He wanted to see his brother open his eyes again...
Regina:
B-Bat...!
Maya:
That's right, Regina... He's still alive you know.
Regina:
He is, huh...? But now that Acro's been caught...
Maya:
Uh huh...
Regina:
I know!
Maya:
What...?
Regina:
I'll do it! I'll stay next to Bat as long as it takes! Until he opens his eyes... And then until he can meet Acro again!
Phoenix:
That's so sweet of you, Regina.
Regina:
I'm sorry Acro... I'm sorry Bat...
Phoenix:
(Well, hopefully this is enough to give her a little piece of mind...)
Leads to:
"Hey, Max."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
So what about this? No do you understand there's no need to worry?
Regina:
Uwaaahhh... WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! You were lying to me!! No one ever tells me the truth!! No one ever tells me what's going on!!
Phoenix:
(Doh! Looks like I made a mistake with that one...)
Maya:
Poor Regina...
Leads to:
"Hey, Max."
Moe:
Hey, Max.
Max:
What is it, Moe?
Moe:
We really put you through a lot, didn't we buddy? I'm sorry about what happened. So whenever you'd like to leave us, I'll pay your fee and rip up the contract.
Max:
I understand! Such a fabulous thing to do for me... I might even leave tomorrow. ... What's going to happen to the circus now?
Moe:
Ahh... That's the big question. Our Ringmaster was really an amazing person, wasn't he?
Max:
...?
Moe:
Even though he's not here anymore, everyone is sticking together. The staff, the performers... No one wants to leave the circus. That's why I've made a decision...
Max:
What is it?
Moe:
I've decided that I will take over as the new Ringmaster. I'll turn this circus into the best circus this world has ever seen!
Max:
... The best circus the world has ever seen!?
Moe:
D-D-Don't laugh!
Phoenix:
Amazing...
Maya:
Yay! I can't wait!!
Max:
Then I guess that changes things...
Moe:
Huh?
Max:
There's only one thing the best circus in the world has ever seen needs. The world's best illusions... Which means this circus needs the best magician the world has ever seen!
Moe:
Max...
Max:
Let's work together and make our circus SUPER FABULOUS! Whaddya say big guy?
Moe:
I don't know what to say... All I can say is thank you.
Phoenix:
Umm... Regina, you're gonna help them out too, aren't you?
Regina:
Umm... I don't know. Maybe the circus would be better of* ([sic]) without me.
Moe:
What are you talking about, Regina? Why do you think that I brought you to court today?
Regina:
Uhh...
Moe:
We've got to work together to make the Berry Big Circus bigger than it's ever been!
Regina:
M-Moe...
Max:
Moe's right, sweetie pie! It can't be the Berry Big Circus without Regina Berry!
Regina:
M-Max...
Maya:
Nick!
Phoenix:
It seems like everything is going to turn out alright here...
Maya:
I can't wait to go see the best circus the world has ever seen!
Max:
We'll save you the most fabulous seats!
Moe:
It'll take us a while to get ready, but I'm going to order special whoopee cushion seats! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha! Aha!
I see... What made the case?
Gumshoe:
Just like you thought... Yesterday's search really paid off, sir! Umm... You had it all figured out yesterday, didn't you?
It was just a theory... If Acro really was the killer, I thought this was the only way it could end. Especially if "he" was the defense attorney...
Gumshoe:
You mean Mr. Wright?
Of course... Well Detective, my plane is about to leave. Do me a favor and try not to be too harsh on Acro. Once I get back, I'll make a stop by the Chief Prosecutor's office.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I'll be waiting for you! Goodbye Mr. Edgeworth!
Episode 3: Turnabout Big TopTHE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection denied.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection denied. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track...?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong this trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court find the defendant, Mr. Billy Bob Johns...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
Game over
Turnabout Corner
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Episode 2Turnabout Corner
As long as we draw breath, the Wheel of Fate turns... Spinning big crimes and little crimes together. And when the Wheel stops... You die.
June 15, 9:12 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Apollo:
(Two months have passed since Mr. Gavin's arrest. My first trial, and I lost both my mentor and my job. Yeah, I'll admit it. I was screwed. But even when I hit bottom, I told myself I'd never come here. Honest. Here being the legendary Wright & Co. Law Offices. OK, Justice, time to stop trembling.)
???:
Ah! You must be here for the interview. Right this way.
Apollo:
Huh?
???:
Hello there! You've found the Wright place! Welcome!
Apollo:
Uh... Ah... (What's with this girl!?)
???:
Well now, shall we begin?
Apollo:
Begin... what?
???:
Right, first things first... Any special talents?
Apollo:
Erm, talents?
???:
Yes, well, you must have at least one!
Apollo:
Well... Uh... I guess... Defending?
???:
"Defending"... An unusual talent, but it'll do. With a little jazzing up, of course.
Apollo:
Y-You think so...?
???:
Let's give it a go, shall we?
Apollo:
Huh?
???:
Go ahead! Show me! Defend! Just give it all you've got. Don't hold back now!
Apollo:
Wh-What are you talking about? I can't just "defend" here!
???:
First lesson: A professional can perform anywhere!
Apollo:
...Thanks.
???:
We want people to be laughing with us... ...not at us!
Apollo:
...Thanks. But I'm not sure why they should be laughing at all.
???:
What...? What exactly do you think you came here to do?
Apollo:
What? Um, defend... No?
???:
... Excuse me, but do you know where you are?
Apollo:
Huh!? The Wright & Co. Law Offices, right?
???:
...Oh. I was afraid of that. Don't worry, you're not the first.
Apollo:
Look, what's going on here? Who are you? I came here to meet with the person in charge...
???:
Well, you've apparently made no fewer than two mistakes.
Apollo:
Mistakes? But I got a call from Mr. Wright this morning!
???:
Perhaps you should go read the sign out front again?
Apollo:
What's there to read!? Look, it says right there... ...Oh. Why does it say "Wright Talent Agency"...?
Trucy:
Welcome to the Wright Talent Agency, where you've "always come to the Wright place!" I'm Trucy Wright, CEO. I'm a magician.
Apollo:
(It all came flooding back... The trial... That girl...)
???:
Hello, sir. Please, pick a card.
Phoenix:
That's right. She's my daughter.
Apollo:
Trucy... Wright.
Trucy:
Here, check out our flyer! So... what's your name?
Apollo:
Apollo... Apollo Justice, attorney at law.
Examine
Bookshelf
Apollo:
All these legal books must be Mr. Wright's leftovers... ...There's a lot of unrelated books in here, too. "One Trick a Day"... "Magic for Idiots"... You'd think a pro magician would aim a bit higher.
Charley the plant
Trucy:
Ack! Don't touch Mr. Charley!
Apollo:
"Mister" Charley...?
Trucy:
He's been in this office much longer than I have! Daddy's mentor had a great fondness for Mr. Charley. He's lived here since Daddy was a rookie attorney!
Apollo:
Huh.  (Mr. Charley... riiight.)
Trucy:
Now I take care of him!
Hula hoop
Apollo:
That's one of those hula hoop things everyone was crazy about way back when.
Trucy:
Really? I had no idea these were that popular!
Apollo:
I'm not so bad with one myself, actually.
Trucy:
Eh!? I-I'm still learning... So you can really make someone levitate with it? Show me!
Apollo:
Huh!? I-I have no idea how! (It's just a normal hula hoop, isn't it?)
Magic split box
Apollo:
A strange, split box leers at me from the wall. Um, is this one of those boxes for cutting people in half?
Trucy:
That's right! This cabinet is used for an illusion called the "Zig-Zag"!
Apollo:
I've seen one on TV... But why is one just sitting here in your office?
Trucy:
Oh, it's a little big for me, you see. So I'm using it as furniture. Hats in the top, shirts in the middle, and pants down below! I think it's a nice touch... don't you?
Apollo:
(It's not exactly what I'd call a "welcoming" decor.)
Photograph
Apollo:
An old, sepia-tinted photo of a man in a silk top hat.
Trucy:
That's my favorite magician! I want to be just like him someday!
Apollo:
(Sure, nice... Guess it's good to have a role model. Even if he's gotta be well over 100.)
Trucy:
How rude!
Piano
Apollo:
There are all sorts of strange paraphernalia sitting on top of the piano.
Trucy:
Those are my magic props! Practice, practice, practice! A professional never leaves their weapons far from reach!
Apollo:
But you can't play the piano with all this junk on it.
Trucy:
Oh, no one plays here anyway. And the neighbors complain.
Apollo:
(I guess Mr. Wright really can't play...)
Silk hat
Apollo:
A blue silk hat, just like the one Trucy is wearing.
Trucy:
Oh, that's just for show. Don't wear it, please!
Apollo:
(Last thought from my mind, honest.)
Trucy:
I put it there so clients can see it and know who I am. Nothing says "magician" like a silk top hat!
Spaghetti
Apollo:
Whoa! That fork is floating! ...Not. Why do you have a plate of plastic spaghetti here?
Trucy:
That right there is the whole reason I became a magician!
Apollo:
Do tell.
Trucy:
I saw a plate just like that in a restaurant once. The floating fork looked so real! That's when I knew... Someday, I'd make magic more amazing than that spaghetti!
Table
Apollo:
That table... doesn't look very sturdy.
Trucy:
You've never seen one of these? It's a magic table!
Apollo:
So, like, you make this teapot disappear?
Trucy:
So you might think! But that's not it... Before your very eyes, the contents of the pot change! ...From Earl Grey to Darjeeling!
Apollo:
Kinda hard to see the difference, I'd think...
Move
Apollo:
(What's up with this "Wright Talent Agency"? Guess I'll talk to her and find out what I can.)
Talk
Wright Talent Agency
Apollo:
So... Is this really a talent agency?
Trucy:
You bet! Daddy started it seven years ago, when he quit law. Of course, we only have two people signed up right now.
Apollo:
Two people... Does that include you?
Trucy:
Trucy Wright, Magician Extraordinaire! I've done a lot of stage shows! Paid, too! I am a professional, you know.
Apollo:
Er... right.
Trucy:
Promise you'll come to one of my shows, OK? Let's see... Oh, and the other person our agency represents is... Phoenix Wright, Pianist Extra Ordinaire!
Apollo:
Your dad, in other words. Didn't he say he couldn't play the piano?
Trucy:
Our agency doesn't see that as a problem. Why, there are many magicians who can't do magic!
Apollo:
At least you're optimistic, I'll give you that.
Trucy Wright
Apollo:
So you're his, er... you're Phoenix Wright's daughter?
Trucy:
That's right! After Daddy quit law seven years ago... ...I promised I would keep him fed! So I'm kind of his sugar daddy! Get it?
Apollo:
No.
Trucy:
I'm in charge of this whole office, too. Pretty amazing for a young lass of fifteen, wouldn't you agree!?
Apollo:
F-Fifteen? Uh, how old is Mr. Wright?
Trucy:
Daddy? Oh... he's 33 this year.
Apollo:
...I'm sure there's a good explanation. (I hope...)
Trucy:
?
Phoenix Wright
Apollo:
Um, about Mr. Wright giving up law... It was because of that incident seven years ago, wasn't it...?
Trucy:
Eh? You know about that!?
Apollo:
Not the details. I remember the news, though. It was a big deal.
Trucy:
So I hear. I was too young to understand what was going on. I'll ask Daddy about it next time I get a chance.
Apollo:
Daddy, right... That reminds me. About Mr. Wright... He gave me a call this morning to come in.
Trucy:
Daddy's not here right now. He's in the hospital.
Apollo:
The hospital!?
Trucy:
Yeah. He's on strict bed rest until he gets better.
Apollo:
Wh... What!?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Trucy:
Oh, I've seen one of those before! That's an attorney's badge. It looks just like the one Daddy used to have. Now if I take this badge... And do this, and this... See! It's gone!
Apollo:
H-Hey! My badge! What'd you do with my badge!?
Trucy:
No need to worry! Just look in your pocket!
Apollo:
Huh! No way... My pocket? (Wait a second... There's something in there!) ... It's a flyer for your agency!
Trucy:
And here's your badge. You can have it back now.
Apollo:
(That's the last time I let her touch anything of mine. Period.)
Examine evidence
Attorney's Badge
Back side
Apollo:
There's a number inscribed on the back of the badge. There are many numbers like it, but this one is mine. Proof that I'm an attorney. To tell the truth, I get a happy feeling inside just looking at it.
After clearing all Talk options:
Apollo:
OK... Which hospital is Mr. Wright in? I'll pay him a visit.
Trucy:
Oh, the Hickfield Clinic. It's quite close.
Apollo:
Right. Well, I'll be going now. And I'll, uh... give this showbiz gig some thought, OK?
Trucy:
Wait! I'll go with you!
June 15, 9:45 AMHickfield Clinic
Apollo:
(So... this is Mr. Wright's hospital...)
???:
Eh? Visitors are ya? Hrmm?
Apollo:
Uh, yeah. Are you the... doctor?
Hickfield:
Ayup. Dr. Hickfield's the name. Eh he he.
Trucy:
Good morning, Doctor!
Hickfield:
Oh, hiya there, Trucy. Cute as ever! Eh he he.
Trucy:
Is... this Daddy's room?
Hickfield:
Oh yah. 'Cept he's gone for a mornin' checkup. Be back soon. How're you, Miss Trucy? Got any places you'd like... examined? Eh heh...
Phoenix:
Doctor... the nurse was looking for you.
Hickfield:
Why, if it isn't the Daddy o' the cutest lil' thing in town! Hrm. Hrmm. Guess I'll be off then. Eh he? Later, Trucy.
Apollo:
Wow, what an odd bird that guy was.
Phoenix:
Good morning. Didn't expect you so soon, Apollo.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
Examine
Bottle
Trucy:
Aaaah! Daddy! You snuck some grape juice in again!? The doctor said you weren't supposed to drink that here!
Phoenix:
Trucy. Look at the label.
Trucy:
... Oh. "Deep Sea Mineral Water". That's fine, I guess.
Phoenix:
I switched the labels. Don't tell Trucy, 'kay?
Apollo:
(What can I say, the man loves his grape juice.)
DVD stack
Apollo:
A swaying, spiraling stack of DVD cases. "The Steel Samurai", "The Nickel Samurai"... "The Pink Princess", "The Zappy Samurai: Electric Bugaboo"... They're all children's action hero shows...
Phoenix:
This "kid" I know keeps sending them to me.
Apollo:
Huh. Like a niece or nephew?
Phoenix:
...Something like that.
Apollo:
Quite the collection. This kid's parents must be really generous with their allowance. (Funny, Mr. Wright doesn't seem the type that kids would like.)
Hospital bed
Apollo:
Mr. Wright's bed... It's really messy.
Trucy:
Look how messy this is! You're just hopeless without me, aren't you, Daddy?
Apollo:
(Yikes! She's attempting to clean up! Look out!)
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. You got me. What can I say? I was raised in a barn. Try not to let word get out, Apollo. If you don't mind.
Apollo:
(Yeah, it might ruin your illustrious career pretending to play the piano.)
Piano
Apollo:
This looks like a child's toy piano.
Phoenix:
Gotta practice. Wouldn't want my fingers to get stiff. A pro always keeps his weapon close at hand. Shall I play you a tune?
Apollo:
Uh... no thanks.
Phoenix:
Ah, how unfortunate. I so rarely get a chance to play.
Television
Apollo:
What's that on TV? Looks like some sort of action hero show...
Trucy:
Oh, I know that one! That's the Sniffling Samurai! His "Booger Flick" attack is a big hit with the grade school crowd.
Apollo:
I had no idea you liked this kind of stuff, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Well, what else is there to do when you're stuck in bed? Besides, the episodes will just keep piling up if I don't keep up, you know?
Apollo:
Um... yeah. (Try not buying them.)
Phoenix:
Now's the only time I get to watch and write up my reports.
Apollo:
Your... reports?
Phoenix:
It's a long story. Like a lot of things, actually.
Talk
What happened?
Apollo:
So... what happened?
Phoenix:
...Who could have imagined it? Me, victim of a hit and run...
Apollo:
A hit and... You were hit by a car!?
Phoenix:
Oh, he tried to swerve, I'll give him that. Picture me tossed thirty feet through the air... ...only stopping when my head hit that telephone pole.
Apollo:
You hit a telephone pole with your head!? Are you OK!?
Phoenix:
Thankfully, my only injury was a sprained ankle.
Apollo:
(He really is as lucky as they say...)
About Trucy...
Apollo:
There's something that, well, it just doesn't sit right. I just can't believe you have a daughter, Mr. Wright! And... she's so big! Not fat, but, er, you know what I mean.
Phoenix:
Oh, Trucy's still a child.
Trucy:
Daddy! How many times do I have to remind you! I'm not a child anymore!
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha! But you'll always be Daddy's little baby girl to me, Trucy.
Apollo:
(Ah ha ha, my foot. I'm not buying it.)
Phoenix:
Oh, something you should know about Trucy...
Apollo:
She's a magician, right? She told me.
Phoenix:
Not a mere stage magician... She's a genius.
Trucy:
Tee hee! Aw, Daddy!
Phoenix:
You'll soon come to appreciate her "talent".
Apollo:
You could just tell me things instead of insinuating them.
Wright Talent Agency
Apollo:
So, why did you contact me? What could the Wright Talent Agency possibly want with me?
Phoenix:
No need to get prickly, now.
Apollo:
Hey, I didn't ask to be dragged in like this!
Trucy:
Huh? But didn't you come into the office of your own free will anyway?
Apollo:
Well, yeah, of course. "Help! We're in big trouble here at the office! Big!" ...I thought someone was dying.
Phoenix:
So you don't think this is big trouble? My talent agency represents only two people... and one of them is in the hospital.
Trucy:
That's right, Daddy! How are we going to pay this month's rent!? And the groceries!?
Phoenix:
Yeah... That's the problem with such a tight operation. It's a symbiotic relationship. When one of us falls, the other, too, must fall...
Apollo:
Hey! This isn't exactly a suitable conversation to be having with a 15 year old kid!
Phoenix:
In any case, if Apollo here can't help you... ...you'll have to transfer to a new school. Again.
Trucy:
No! I can't! I only just made friends... How could you do this to me... to us!? Polly!
Apollo:
Huh? What? Now it's my fault?
Phoenix:
On that note, how about you come work for us? I've got the perfect client for you already lined up.
Apollo:
A... A client? (You mean I get to do my job? I get to defend in court!?) ...Alright. I'll hear what you have to say.
Trucy:
You got him, Daddy! Hook, line, and sinker!
Phoenix:
Ah ha. Now it's time to reel him in!
Apollo:
(It's official: I'm scared.)
Our client (appears after "Wright Talent Agency")
Apollo:
Alright, so who's the client?
Phoenix:
Ah, yes. Here, take a look at the map and I'll explain. Last night, I left the office just before nine o'clock... I was going to that Indochine pasta joint, Alden Tae's. I play piano there, of course. ...That's when it happened! The car sent me flying, nicked a telephone pole... ...and zoomed away. Creepy, huh?
Apollo:
Just a tad. It's almost as creepy as hearing you tell the story like it was no big deal.
Phoenix:
The car sped off in this direction... ...So, good luck!
Apollo:
...Huh?
Phoenix:
You wanted a client, didn't you? Well, I'm your client! Find the guy who knocked me into that telephone pole!
Apollo:
Whoa, hold on! I'm a defense attorney, not a detective!
Phoenix:
Don't worry. Once you've found the guy, I intend to sue him. Then you can stick it to him in court!
Apollo:
...I'm not a prosecutor either! I'm sorry, but... this is crazy. I'm going home.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
What's that? Looks strangely familiar...
Apollo:
How could you not recognize an attorney's badge!?
Phoenix:
It's been seven years. I've forgotten... a lot of things.
Apollo:
(I guess some seven years are longer than others.)
After clearing "Our client" Talk option: 
Phoenix:
Don't get so worked up. It was just a joke.
Apollo:
Huh?
Trucy:
Oh, Daddy. Sorry, Apollo. He just loves jokes, you know. Even the ones that aren't very funny.
Phoenix:
Your real client should be stopping by the office any time now.
Apollo:
The office... You mean the talent agency? (No harm in going. It's not like I have anything else to do.)
Phoenix:
...One more thing. Do look into my accident too, would you? I marked the scene of the tragedy on this map. It's right in front of this park. Should be easy to find.
Apollo:
(So, he's going to make me investigate this after all...)
Map added to the Court Record.
Present
Map
Phoenix:
I've marked the location of the accident on your map. Find the criminal who knocked me into that telephone pole!
June 15, 10:05 AM
Wright Talent Agency
???:
Hey hey hey! How long you planning on making me wait, eh!?
Trucy:
Ah! Good morning!
???:
Hey there, Trucy-doll. Sounds like your pops had a bit of a rough spot, eh?
Trucy:
All's well that ends well, I guess...
Apollo:
(This... is our client?)
???:
Hey! So this is that Pollo fellow, eh?
Apollo:
Oh, uh, y-yes? (The name's "Apollo".)
???:
Look at 'im there, arms all crossed-like. Ready to fight!
Apollo:
Yes, sir! ...You don't mean that literally, do you?
???:
The boss told you what I need, right? Don't let me down now, Pollo!
Apollo:
Don't worry about your defense sir, I'm on it!
???:
Defense...? Your noodle half-cooked? It's too late for defense! My castle's been stormed! My keep's been kept! My noodle stand's been stolen!
Apollo:
N-Noodle...?
Trucy:
You know Mr. Eldoon from the noodle stand, don'cha, Polly?
Apollo:
No nicknames, please. And no, of course I don't know him!
???:
You new in these parts?
Apollo:
Not really...
???:
Then you know the best noodles in town: Eldoon's Noodles!
Apollo:
Uh, whose noodles?
???:
My noodles! Er, help me out here, Trucy-doll.
Trucy:
This is Mr. Guy Eldoon... our client! Maybe you can tell us what the problem is, Mr. Eldoon?
Guy:
Anything for you, Trucy-doll!
Talk
Who's this guy?
Apollo:
So... You run a noodle stand, Mr....
Guy:
Eldoon. Guy Eldoon's the name! And noodles are my game. The secret's in the soup! I've been searching for the perfect soup for a year 'n' a half.
Apollo:
Oh. That's... not that long, really.
Guy:
My family's been noodle men for generations. Got a lot of expectation on my shoulders. Fifteen fathers passing the noodle to fifteen sons.
Trucy:
That's a pretty old noodle!
Guy:
Aye, and fool that I was, I pushed it away. I rebelled against my pops, and picked another livelihood. But... that didn't turn out so well.
Apollo:
Oh.
Guy:
There was no denying it... Salty broth runs through these veins, boy!
Trucy:
So, it was like destiny that you became what you are.
Guy:
Right, destiny's the word! Oh, I fought it... ...but in the end I was bound by the twisted noodle of fate!
Apollo:
(Not a mental image I care to linger on.)
Guy:
So, last year, I started my noodle stand. The 15th generation of Eldoon's Noodles!
Eldoon's Noodles
Apollo:
Um... So tell me more about Eldoon's Noodles.
Guy:
You don't know the genius that are my noodles!? I make 'em so salty, why, they're saltier than... salt!
Apollo:
(Now I really don't want to find out.)
Trucy:
Daddy's a regular at his noodle stand.
Guy:
He frequented my pops's stand back during his attorney days, too. Yep, him and his assistant.
Apollo:
I'm sorry... I'll be sure to drop by your stand soon.
Guy:
Wish you could, sonny!
Apollo:
Eh?
Guy:
Heck, I wish I could! I'd give anything for a bowl 'bout now.
Trucy:
What do you mean?
Guy:
It was stolen! My stand! Gone!
Apollo:
Stolen...?
Stolen stand (appears after "Eldoon's Noodles")
Guy:
It was last night... I was doing my rounds, blowin' my whistle.
Trucy:
It's like an ice-cream truck's bell but louder! He even gets complaints!
Guy:
Eh heh, now you're just trying to butter me up.
Apollo:
(That sounded more like the blues than a whistle...)
Guy:
I closed up my stand for the night and parked by the house. Then, this morning, dark 'n' early... It was gone! My keep! My castle! Oooooh!
Apollo:
Maybe some bum carted it off? ...Just guessing here.
Guy:
Well, I don't care who did it! Without that stand, I'm finished! All my noodle bowls were in there, too.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Guy:
Yee haw! Attaboy! Way to flash 'em! Ol' Phoenix used to do that to my pops all the time.
Trucy:
Your father...?
Guy:
Yup, he'd whip that bad boy out 'n' say "Put it on my tab, you know I'm good for it."
Apollo:
(A tab at a noodle joint?)
Anything else
Guy:
Sorry, fellah, but the only business I'm concerned with is my business. You gotta help me out! Get my business back!
After clearing "Stolen stand" Talk option: 
Trucy:
That's the saddest thing I've heard all day.
Guy:
You know it. Anyhows, that's the deal. Good luck!
Apollo:
Good... huh? Wait... What exactly is your request?
Guy:
My noodle stand! Find it! And the day you bring my baby back is the day you feast on as many noodles as you want! Course I make it so hot 'n' salty, two bowls'd kill a man. Then I'd really need defense!
Apollo:
Speaking of defense, that's what I do. I'm a lawyer. Not a detective...
Guy:
This is where I live, you drop by if you need any info, 'kay? Get it back today if you can, Pollo! I got noodles to make!
Apollo:
Things have certainly taken a turn for the bizarre. Traffic accidents... and noodle stand thieves.
Trucy:
Um, actually... There was something I wanted to ask you about, too, Apollo.
Apollo:
Huh? (I have a bad feeling about this.)
Guy:
Ah, listen to the lady's problem now. Don't be cruel!
Trucy:
I lost something last night. That is, something was stolen.
Guy:
Hey, what's this? More thieving and skullduggery!?
Trucy:
Well, um... Someone stole a pair of my panties.
Apollo:
...Panties?
Talk
Trucy's request
Leads to:
"Erm, so they were, um, stolen, your, er..."
Apollo:
Erm, so they were, um, stolen, your, er...
Trucy:
My panties, yes.
Apollo:
Ah, er, right. Panties.
Guy:
That's a cryin' shame, that is, Trucy-doll.
Trucy:
I was alone in the office last night. I had hung my panties out the window there to dry... ...when a thief came and took them! My favorite panties! I ran after him. "Give those back!" I shouted. "Wait!"
Apollo:
Well, that was certainly brave of you.
Trucy:
...But I lost him. Without those panties, I don't know what I'll do...
Guy:
A darn cryin' shame, yup.
Trucy:
Well, at least the scene of the crime is convenient. I'll mark it on your map!
Guy:
I'll be headin' home now. Remember, find my stand or there's an empty bowl in yer future, Pollo!
Apollo:
Er, right.
Guy:
And you help out Trucy-doll here, too, y'hear?
Trucy:
Things have certainly picked up, haven't they! We had no work yesterday, and now we have three cases!
Apollo:
I... I guess.
Trucy:
Let's see where we stand!
Apollo:
(Not in a courtroom, that's where.) Well, the first item on our list...
Trucy:
Phoenix Wright... Daddy's hit and run accident. We have to find the one who hit him!
Apollo:
...Who's going to pay us for this again?
Trucy:
And the second item... Mr. Eldoon's request.. to find his stolen stand.
Apollo:
For which we stand to gain... a bowl of salty noodles...
Trucy:
And the last request is mine! To find my stolen panties!
Apollo:
...That bowl of noodles is looking better and better.
Trucy:
Let's go, Polly! To the streets!
Apollo:
Aren't you enthusiastic.
Trucy:
How could I not be!? Let's crack these cases, you and me!
Apollo:
(*sigh* Guess we might as well get started... Let's see. A hit and run... a stolen stand... And last but not least... stolen panties.)
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
Panty-snatcher
Apollo:
(Maybe I should ask her more about her... uh... This is going to be difficult--)
Trucy:
Apollo!
Apollo:
Yeah?
Trucy:
Your [sic] going to have to press me for information! Go ahead, do your worst!
Apollo:
Uh, no thanks, I pass.
Trucy:
You can't "pass"! This is your job! Look, I had hung them outside the window there to dry... ...when a thief came and took them! My favorite panties! I ran after him. "Give those back!" I shouted. "Wait!" ...But I lost him. I can't live without those panties! Please find them!
Any leads?
Apollo:
Well? Do we have any leads?
Trucy:
Hmm... One moment... ... Allakazam! Allakazing!
Apollo:
(Whoa! Where'd all this evidence come from?)
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
Um... So what happens next?
Trucy:
That's it! Pretty neat, huh?
Apollo:
...Yeah. Neat. (*sigh*)
Present
Anything
Trucy:
What's that, Polly? Oh, I know! You want to see a magic trick! Well, you've come to the right girl! Watch as I make that evidence disappear, forever!
Apollo:
Whoa! No, don't! Sorry, my bad!
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
Apollo:
Huh? Mr. Wright's gone.
Trucy:
Maybe he's gone for an examination?
Apollo:
He'll probably be back soon. Let's wait.
Trucy:
I think it might take some time. Daddy always loves his examinations!
Apollo:
(Don't ask, Justice. You don't want to know.)
Trucy:
Why don't we come back later?
Apollo:
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Examine
Bottle
Apollo:
A bottle of Mr. Wright's favorite brand of grape juice. After that trial, I'll never drink grape juice again. Clearly not a problem for Mr. Wright, however.
DVD stack
Apollo:
A swaying, spiraling stack of DVD cases. It looks ready to collapse. Better keep my distance.
Hospital bed
Apollo:
Mr. Wright's bed. Wow, what a mess. Trucy must be in charge of cleaning at home.
Piano
Apollo:
A small, children's piano. I guess the man likes pink.
Television
Apollo:
The television's been left on... to an episode of the Steel Samurai. That's the same episode as before. Must be his favorite.
June 15Accident Scene
Apollo:
So this is where Mr. Wright got hit by that car?
Trucy:
According to the map, this is the place!
Apollo:
What a huge mansion... Feels like Chinatown.
Trucy:
Apollo! There's a nice-looking lady over there. Let's question her!
Apollo:
Um, OK. (I'm a little curious about the park over there, too...)
Trucy:
Excuse me! Um, can we have a few words with you?
???:
You want something?
Apollo:
(Whoa! That husky voice... Why am I suddenly sweating?)
Trucy:
That's quite a house you've got there! You must have a lot of money...
???:
Whoooh. "Money" sounds like something my son would call his friends. This is the Kitaki Family mansion, little girl.
Apollo:
Eh.
???:
You, kid with the hair. You want something?
Apollo:
Urk! M-M-Me? No, not a thing! Bye!
Trucy:
Apollo! We can't leave without questioning her! What if she knows something!
Apollo:
B-But th-the Kitaki Family...! (They're the biggest organized crime syndicate in town!)
???:
If you're going to ask something, ask it. If you're man enough.
Apollo:
Waaaaugh! R-Right!
Trucy:
Yay! Way to whip him into shape, ma'am!
Apollo:
(Does she know no fear!?)
Plum:
I'm Plum. Plum Kitaki. Wife of the fourth head of the Kitaki Family business. Friends call me Little Plum.
Apollo:
I-I'm l-little Apollo Justice, attorney at law. *gulp* (If looks could kill, this woman would be a mass-murderer by now...)
Examine (left side)
Mansion front gate
Trucy:
Wow, what a big house! And the gate is so big...
Apollo:
The Kitaki Family is pretty big around these parts.
Trucy:
I like the fox! It's so cute!
Plum:
Ah, that. That's our family crest... from the old country.
Trucy:
Your family "crest"?
Plum:
We're clever as the fox... and our teeth are sharp.
Trucy:
So it's like a motto! You need a crest, too, Apollo! Ooh! How about the scales of justice? Or a lunar lander!
Apollo:
(...I'll pass, thanks.)
Mansion gate wall
Apollo:
A brightly painted dragon. Why do I get the feeling he's glaring at me? Those paints must have been to repaint this wall.
Plum:
That's right. I called in an artist to do the job right. ...He's the third so far.
Apollo:
The... third?
Plum:
The first spilled paint all over the entrance here, the second on my kimono... So I...
Apollo:
N-No, don't tell me. It's better that I don't know.
Spilled paint
Apollo:
There's paint splashed all over this gate. (What a mess...)
Trucy:
Was this paint knocked over by the car that hit my Daddy?
Plum:
That's right. Feh. And I'm left to clean up the mess. If you find whoever did this, bring the scoundrel by, would you?
Trucy:
Of course! Then you can make them clean up their own mess!
Plum:
Ah ha ha ha! You're cute. Naïve, but cute. When I find whoever did this, you can bet I'll be doing some "cleaning". There's nothing I dislike so much... as a mess.
Trucy:
Ooh! I wish I could say cool things like that!
Plum:
I'll bet you do! Wa ha ha ha ha!!!
Apollo:
(I'd laugh if my teeth weren't chattering so hard.)
Talk
The Kitakis
Trucy:
Little Plum? That's a really cute name for someone so...
Plum:
Yes...?
Apollo:
Wh-Whoa!
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
How about you go through me when talking to her, OK, Trucy?
Trucy:
Huh? That seems like a bit of a needless procedure.
Apollo:
I'm a lawyer. I live for needless procedures.
Plum:
Oh little girl, you should know... We're gangsters.
Trucy:
Gangst... Oh! That means you're the bad guys!
Apollo:
Trucy! Through me! Please! I'm begging you here!
Plum:
Wa ha ha ha ha!!! The bad guys... I like the sound of that!
Apollo:
(...I'm going to need some warm tea after this.)
Plum:
It takes a lot of hard work to protect a family fortune. Things aren't as easy as they used to be for us "bad guys".
Trucy:
So, you're saying that business is in a slump?
Apollo:
(Let's not ask about "business if we can help it, please?)
Last night's accident
Apollo:
There was a car accident here last night?
Plum:
Last night...
Apollo:
Of c-course you wouldn't know about it! S-Sorry to bother you!
Plum:
Wait.
Apollo:
Y-Yes?
Plum:
You're talking about that man, aren't you? The one who flew thirty feet and just walked away?
Trucy:
That's my daddy!
Plum:
Ah ha ha! I should've known! One of our Capos thought he'd make a great point man...
Trucy:
Capo? Point man...?
Apollo:
Um, could you avoid using too much, er, industry lingo?
Plum:
In any case, it's been nothing but trouble. I've been cleaning up this mess since morning! Bah!
Apollo:
Cleaning up this... paint?
Splattered paint (appears after "Last night's accident")
Apollo:
Was this paint spilled at the time of the accident?
Plum:
It was around 9 last night. I heard a crashing noise... ...and found your father drowning in a sea of paint.
Trucy:
So you came to his rescue?
Plum:
You've my husband... the Boss to thank for that. The car that hit your father knocked over this paint... ...then turned the corner, and sped away. We're in the middle of repainting our wall, you see.
Apollo:
(I'm sure that dragon is glaring at me.)
Trucy:
But, why are you out here cleaning it up?
Plum:
What do you mean?
Trucy:
I mean, aren't you a gangster? Don't you have any "goons" to do your dirty work for you?
Apollo:
Please! Go through me when you want to...
Plum:
Wa ha ha ha ha!!! Don't be such a stiff, lawyer-boy. I suppose we gangsters do have a certain image...
Apollo:
Urm, yes.
Plum:
But we're community-oriented gangsters, you see. ...The Boss likes to give back to the people, see?
Apollo:
(How noble of him...)
Plum:
I availed myself of the public facilities to get rid of all the garbage... Now there's just the paint on the street to deal with.
Apollo:
(Public facilities...? I wonder if she means that trash can...)
Present
Anything
Plum:
Sorry, kid. I got no idea what you're talking about.
After switching to right side view:
Apollo:
Who's that!? She's looking at the park.
Trucy:
She's pretty. I bet she has a story, you know?
Apollo:
(There is something about her... Too bad she seems to be in a bit of a rush.)
Examine (right side)
Old Lady
Apollo:
...Looks like there's some trouble by the park gate.
Trucy:
I smell an incident!
Officer:
Ma'am! There's no entry to the park!
Old Lady:
Now don't you tell me where I can't go, young fella! I always walk through this park on my way home!
Officer:
Please, get down from there! You'll hurt yourself, ma'am!
Apollo:
(That's quite the determined old lady.)
People Park sign
Apollo:
People Park... Huh, kind of an odd name for such an empty place.
Trucy:
I wonder why it's named that? Hey! There's something written on the gate post...
Apollo:
Huh? Oh yeah... It says, "Donated by Big Wins Kitaki".
Trucy:
You mean the Kitaki Family built this park? It's so nice of them to give to the community like that!
Apollo:
...Let's not get too friendly with them, shall we? (A gangster building a park...? Odd move for a crime boss.)
Police officer (after examining old lady)
Apollo:
Personally, I'm a little more interested in this park.
Trucy:
You know what I think? I bet they're filming a movie. Let's go take a look! Maybe we'll see someone famous!
Officer:
Hey, Miss! Stay out of the park!
Trucy:
...He got mad at me.
Apollo:
Um, did something happen here, officer?
Officer:
Huh? Uh, no, move along, nothing to see. Why don't you kids go play someplace else?
Apollo:
We're not kids and we're not playing! I'm an attorney!
???:
...Something wrong?
Officer:
Ah, Detective Skye! We're fine ma'am, nothing to report!
Apollo:
(Detective...?)
Trucy:
Why's she wearing a lab coat?
Apollo:
You're hardly one to comment on how people are dressed.
???:
And... these kids are?
Officer:
Curiosity seekers, ma'am. They claim to be "lawyers".
???:
Ah. Why don't you kids run along and play someplace else?
Apollo:
Look, we're not...
???:
Or I might spill something on that pretty face of yours. Want a dose of experimental Hydroxyacelunodosetrase?
Trucy:
...Come again? What's Hydroxy... stuff?
Apollo:
Whatever it is, it doesn't sound good. Let's go, Trucy!
???:
Try to keep out the riff-raff, if you would.
Officer:
Yes ma'am!
Apollo:
Grr... How are we going to get more information like this?
Trucy:
Why don't we ask that nice woman across the street?
Apollo:
(Oh yes, that nice woman... *gulp*)
Police officer (subsequent times)
Apollo:
I gotta say, I'd really like to know what happened here...
Officer:
Hey, I said no one goes in! Unless you want a face-full of hydroxyadayadawhatzit!
Apollo:
(Hmm... No dice.)
Trash can
Apollo:
There's a big trash can on the way into the park. I guess we could check it out...
Trucy:
A detective's life sure is a hard one!
Apollo:
I'm an attorney, actua... Huh?
Trucy:
Hmm. Two pieces of garbage with paint on them.
Apollo:
These... are slippers. They look like those slippers you get at the hospital...
Trucy:
Look at this, Apollo! Doesn't this go on a car...?
Apollo:
It's a side-view mirror! Looks like it was torn off when it smacked into something... or someone.
Trucy:
Wait, you don't think...
Apollo:
I do. This could be from the car that hit Mr. Wright!
Trucy:
Wow, and he took off its mirror? I never knew Daddy was so strong. I only have room in my pocket for one of these, though. Which do you want to take?
Slippers
Slippers crammed into pocket.
Mirror
Mirror slipped into pocket.
Trash can (subsequent times, if Slippers was chosen)
Apollo:
There's a side-view mirror with some paint on it in this trash can.
Trucy:
I can only carry one thing at a time in my pocket, you know.
Apollo:
(Should I swap the slippers for the mirror?)
Swap
Apollo:
Sure, let's swap the evidence. Trucy, if you would.
Trucy:
I'm on it!
Mirror slipped into pocket.
No need
Apollo:
...On second thought, let's not and say we did.
Trash can (subsequent times, if Mirror was chosen)
Apollo:
There's some paint on the slippers in this trash can.
Trucy:
I can only carry one thing at a time in my pocket, you know.
Apollo:
(Should I swap the mirror for the slippers?)
Swap
Apollo:
Sure, let's swap the evidence. Trucy, if you would.
Trucy:
Right-o!
Slippers crammed into pocket.
No need
Apollo:
Actually... let's not and say we did.
Talk
People Park (appears after examining police officer)
Apollo:
...Can I ask you a question?
Plum:
What?
Apollo:
...What happened in the park across the street?
Plum:
Oh, yes, quite the commotion. "Chicago Lightning", as the Boss would say.
Trucy:
Chicago... huh?
Plum:
Gunfire. Someone was killed. Strange circumstances, too.
Apollo:
You're kidding!
Plum:
What a morning! Trouble everywhere. The park, the gate, even our house...
Trucy:
Did something happen at your house, too?
Plum:
A crime without honor! Without remorse! It's a private matter... Wanna hear about it?
Trucy:
Somehow I don't think "no" is an acceptable answer, Polly.
A private matter (appears after "People Park")
Apollo:
So... what happened at your house?
Plum:
Bloomers. Last night.
Apollo:
Eh. (I got a bad feeling about this...)
Plum:
Me, Little Plum Kitaki, the victim of a panty-snatcher!
Trucy:
Whaaaaaaat? So it wasn't just my panties that were stolen!?
Plum:
Got you too, did they? Poor thing. Like I said, whoever did this is a hardened criminal. It wasn't you, was it!?
Apollo:
N-No! Of course not! Mercy!
Plum:
I've heard word that panties have been disappearing lately. ...And the missing panties all have something in common.
Apollo:
(It's hard to imagine Trucy's and Mrs. Kitaki's panties having much in common... I just imagined Mrs. Kitaki's panties... *gulp*)
Trucy:
I know! We'll find your bloomers, too!
Plum:
Great! Show me what you're made of.
Apollo:
(What have you gotten me into this time, Trucy?)
Present
Mirror
Apollo:
Can you tell me anything about this mirror?
Plum:
That's probably from the car that knocked that fellow across the street.
Apollo:
(Right! That makes this a valuable clue!)
Plum:
Let me know if you find that car, would you? You splash Kitaki paint, you pay the price.
Examine evidence
Slippers
Toe print
Apollo:
Huh? This spot here is black.
Trucy:
I wonder what that is...? It doesn't look like paint...
Paint on bottom
Trucy:
The bottom is covered with paint!
Apollo:
Huh? What's this weird shape here?
Trucy:
It looks like a leaf was stuck to the bottom when the wearer stepped in some yellow paint.
Apollo:
So the outline was left when the leaf was removed! Ack! I got paint on my hand!
Trucy:
...... Apollo! I saw you try to wipe your hand on my cape!
Mirror
Bare wires
Trucy:
It's cut clean off! I wonder what's in there...?
Apollo:
Don't. There are bare wires hanging out.
Trucy:
Let's see... Zzzzzzaaaaap! Eeek!
Apollo:
Wha--!? A-Are you OK!?
Trucy:
Hee hee! Just a little joke!
Apollo:
...... Don't scare me like that!
Trucy:
You mean, don't "shock" you? Zzzzzzaaaaap! Hee hee!
After clearing all Talk options:
???:
...
Apollo:
(...That girl from before!)
Plum:
Oh! Welcome home, sweetie.
???:
Ah, uh... hello, m-mother.
Apollo:
(She's a Kitaki, too!?)
Trucy:
Uh, um, Miss! Miss!
???:
...?
Trucy:
Here, our flyer.
???:
The... Wright Anything Agency?
Apollo:
A-Anything Agency?
Trucy:
Yeah! Do you like the new flyer? So, um, this is our defense attorney, Mr. Apollo Justice!
???:
Attorney...?
Trucy:
Drop by our office! We'll be waiting!
???:
Ah... Good-bye.
Apollo:
Why did you give her our flyer?
Trucy:
I dunno. She seemed like she could use some help.
Apollo:
She's the heiress to a gangster dynasty! She doesn't need our help!
Trucy:
...I wouldn't be so sure!
Apollo:
...?
June 15
Scene of the Stand Theft
Apollo:
So... what's this place?
Trucy:
This would be Mr. Eldoon's house, silly.
Apollo:
Oh, so this is where his stand was stolen from. I can see a piece of evidence lying on the ground already.
Trucy:
...Hey! Look, there's a police car parked over there.
Apollo:
You're right... What's with the sparkly... entrance? What is this place? A hospital? There's a sign... "Meraktis Clinic".
Trucy:
Hmm... Oh! That's where the thief went!
Apollo:
The thief...?
Trucy:
The one who snatched my panties! He ran into this clinic last night! Wait, maybe that police car is here to find my panties!
Apollo:
I doubt it.
Trucy:
Well, there's only one way to be sure! Let's investigate!
Guy:
Ah, there you are, sonny! Well, you find anything yet!?
Apollo:
Er, um, no. Not yet.
Guy:
The longer you loaf around here the saltier your victory bowl gets, just remember that!
Apollo:
(This bowl of noodles is sounding less like payment and more like punishment...)
Examine
Clinic front door
Trucy:
That doorway sure is sparkly!
Apollo:
The "Meraktis Clinic", huh. Looks more like a casino parlor than a hospital. They must be quite profitable.
Trucy:
Funny, it looks closed. Maybe they're on vacation today?
Green banner
Apollo:
Looks like they have a special offer going on...
Trucy:
"Three shots for the price of one!" Ooh, now's our chance, Apollo!
Apollo:
Chance for what!? I don't need any shots, thank you. Whoever runs this clinic, they seem pretty business-minded.
Police car
Apollo:
I'd understand if there was an ambulance outside... But a police car?
Trucy:
Maybe they're tax evaders!
Officer:
Ah, sorry miss. No going into the clinic today.
Trucy:
Did something happen?
Officer:
Huh? Oh, no. Nothing to see here. Move along. You'll have to find someplace else to play doctor.
Apollo:
(Do we look like the right age to be playing doctor!?) We need a little more info on this Meraktis Clinic.
Trucy:
We could ask Mr. Eldoon. He is their neighbor and all. And we should check out that garage! What if the thief who stole my panties is still in there!?
Apollo:
...*sigh*
Blue tarp
Guy:
That's the place! Right there! That's where I kept my stand. Covered all nice 'n' purty with that blue tarp there!
Apollo:
So you used this plastic sheet to cover your stand at night? ...I see.
Trucy:
You see? What? Did you figure out why it was stolen!?
Apollo:
Well no, but it does suggest that the thief knew what he or she was looking for. They clearly knew what was under that sheet.
Guy:
So it wasn't one of those casual drive-by stand snatchers, you mean? Not bad, sonny-boy. Not bad at all!
Bowl
Apollo:
Is this yours, Mr. Eldoon?
Guy:
Hey! That there's the heart and soul of Eldoon's Noodles! The bowl absorbs my salty soup... Pretty soon it's gonna taste just like noodles!
Trucy:
Wow! It does smell like noodles!
Guy:
All my other bowls got taken away with my stand! Get it back for me, sonny-boy, I'm beggin' ya!
Bowl added to the Court Record.
House
Trucy:
This house is... well, it's old!
Guy:
It's been well-loved, that's for sure. I've lived here with my wife for many years now. It's got character, though, just like my soup!
Apollo:
(I always thought character was a positive thing.)
"NOO" sign
Apollo:
...That's quite a sign. I take it that's "NOO" as opposed to "OLD"?
Guy:
Ah, you like it? Made it myself, I did. I meant to write "Noodles" but ran outta space.
Trucy:
Prior planning prevents poor performance!
Guy:
Lucky for me it spells a word all by itself! And spruces up my image, it does!
Apollo:
(It does have a certain power of willful denial thing going for it.)
Oil drum
Apollo:
It looks like the oil drum is connected to that sink over there...
Trucy:
Collecting rainwater to do the dishes! How environmentally conscious!
Apollo:
You... don't think he uses rainwater to cook his noodles and to make the broth, do you?
Trucy:
Oh I'm sure he finds the best water money can buy! Taste is his business, you know. Look, that sign over there! "Eldoon's only uses water from all-natural sources!"
Apollo:
... (I think I'll take a rain check on eating here.)
Sign under oil drum
Apollo:
There's a hand-written sign here... "Save the light!"
Trucy:
"Save the light!" indeed! Mr. Eldoon's house is practically in the dark here!
Apollo:
I guess the hospital clinic next door blocks the sunlight.
Guy:
Everything's gone wrong since they built this monstrosity! Broth needs sun or it rots! What's a man to do? They just want my customers to get food poisoning so they can turn a pretty profit...
Apollo:
(That seems like a lot of trouble to go through for a few extra patients...)
Spoon the dog
Trucy:
Look! A doggy! Good boy, good boy, Salty!
Apollo:
I'm sure the dog has a real name, Trucy.
Guy:
Yup, sure does! Name's Spoon. And it's a she, by the way.
Trucy:
Spoon doesn't seem so lively.
Guy:
She didn't get her bowl of salty broth this mornin', that's why. Poor lil' thing. *sniff*
Trucy:
Apollo! Let's find that stand soon! For Spoon's sake!
Apollo:
(I'm pretty sure dogs aren't supposed to eat noodles...)
Talk
Eldoon's Noodles
Apollo:
So, your stand... "Eldoon's Noodles", was it?
Guy:
Aye! Passed down from father to son. That stand's seen its share o' salt, mmm-hmm. Salt runs in the family, you might say.
Apollo:
(I bet high blood pressure does too.) So... your stand, Eldoon's Noodles, was stolen...
Guy:
Oh, it wasn't just the stand that was stolen, sonny-boy! I lost those wobbly wheels, my salt-crusted stewpot, my stained sign... I didn't just lose a stand, I lost a legend!
Trucy:
No one steals a legend and gets away with it on my watch! Let's find that legend, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Isn't it about time he bought a new one anyway?)
Stolen stand
Apollo:
Are there any more details you could give me about the stand?
Guy:
You bet, sonny-boy! It happened last night... I was blowing my whistle like always, crying the town, I was. The smell of broth filled the streets... thick 'n' salty. I got home, well, right before 10 PM, I reckon.
Apollo:
(Guess he's not aiming for that late-night market.)
Guy:
I washed my bowls and gave the wheels a squirt of grease. Then I went inside.
Apollo:
When did you notice it had been stolen?
Guy:
Early this morning. Before the sun rose. Work starts early!
Apollo:
(Do that many people eat noodles for breakfast!?)
Guy:
I'm washed up on the salty shores of ruination! That stand had my whole life in it... nay, my whole being!
Trucy:
They took everything?
Guy:
All my soup stock, my noodles, my bowls... and my dreams!
Trucy:
At least they left one bowl. Look, there, on the ground.
Guy:
If you don't find that stand today... Then I'll be forced to walk the streets, peddling that bowl... my last bowl.
Apollo:
Please, I'm under enough pressure here as it is.
The garage
Trucy:
That's it! That's where the thief who snatched my panties ran to!
Guy:
It's a crying shame, that is. If they have to steal, make it my loincloth! Not some pretty girl's panties!
Apollo:
The garage, right. You don't think the thief lives here, do you?
Guy:
Feh! I wouldn't put it past that good-for-nothing doctor!
Apollo:
(Hmm... Do I detect a little animosity here?)
Trucy:
Let's make sure to check out that garage thoroughly!
Meraktis Clinic (appears after examining police car)
Trucy:
Hey, do you think something happened next door? There's a police car out front...
Guy:
Feh! Probably gave someone food poisoning, I'll bet!
Apollo:
(If anyone's at risk of giving someone food poisoning...)
Guy:
That police car got here this mornin', actually. I asked what they were up to, but they wouldn't even tell me, the neighbor! Feh!
Trucy:
Hmm...
Guy:
Not that I was surprised much. That doctor works for the wrong crowd. It was just a matter of time 'fore he got what was coming to him. Feh!
Apollo:
The "wrong crowd"...?
Guy:
...Never you mind about that.
Present
Bowl
Guy:
You can tell my bowls by the Mr. Salty logo!
Trucy:
The mascot of Eldoon's Noodles!
Guy:
They come to the stand, they sit, they drink deep from that bowl... ...and when they see the  bottom, their face looks jus' like Mr. Salty's! Genius, no!?
Trucy:
Very high-concept.
Guy:
You can't ply a trade if you don't love the tools. Remember that!
Trucy:
Yes sir!
Apollo:
(Trucy has a thing for professionals, clearly.)
Anything else
Guy:
Sorry, sonny-boy. My interest is for my stand and precious little else. Get cracking on that case! Find my stand, I'm beggin' ya!
Examine evidence
Bowl
Inside of bowl
Trucy:
It's the Eldoon's Noodle's mascot! Mr. Salty! He's so cute!
Apollo:
It's not a very endearing mascot, is it?
Trucy:
You know... Come to think of it... ...It looks a lot like you, Apollo. Especially the red parts.
Apollo:
Can I help if I like red?
Bottom of bowl
Trucy:
Ooh, look! I love these little personal touches!
Apollo:
Seems a shame to hide it on the bottom of the bowl. ...Huh? When I touched it the paint flaked off.
Trucy:
He must have painted it on by hand with warm, professional care!
Apollo:
After buying the cheapest paint he could find with cold professional thrift.
June 15Meraktis ClinicGarage
Trucy:
This is the place! This is where that panty-snatcher ran!
Apollo:
Are you sure?
Trucy:
Maybe! Let's look for clues! Clues... to a panty-snatching! Clues... like a pair of panties!
Apollo:
...Um, Trucy? Could you try not saying "panties" so many times?
Examine
Car
Apollo:
There's something about this car...
Trucy:
Let's take a closer look!
Cell Phone
Apollo:
Look... a cell phone.
Trucy:
Someone dropped it beneath this tire! If the car moved, it would be crushed for sure!
Apollo:
Hmm... I wonder if it belongs to the doctor here?
Trucy:
We should bring it to him later!
Cell Phone added to the Court Record.
Mirror
Trucy:
Hey! Look at that!
Apollo:
The mirror's been broken off! (Now THIS is a clue!)
Trucy:
What!? You're smiling like you know something I don't... You aren't keeping a clue from me, are you, Polly?
Apollo:
(A clue? Let's see...)
Show evidence
Leads to:
"I think I do have just the clue you've got in mind..."
No evidence
Apollo:
Hmm. Not that I can think of.
Trucy:
No? Then what were you smiling about?
Apollo:
Oh, I wasn't smiling. It was the dust in here. I thought I was going to sneeze... Ah... ah... ah... WAACHOOO!
Trucy:
Well, don't make faces that ah... AH-CHOO! ...are so misleading then.
Apollo:
(I know yawns are contagious, but sneezes...?)
Trucy:
Mmm. Well, I'm sure there's gotta be a clue somewhere! Let's keep checking things out!
Apollo:
I think I do have just the clue you've got in mind...
Present Mirror
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"My clue is... this!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Trucy:
... That's your clue? Sorry, but that leaves me feeling kind of... clueless.
Apollo:
(Like father like daughter with the humor, apparently.)
Trucy:
There's no need to bluff here, Apollo! Save that for the court!
Apollo:
(Thanks for the advice...)
Apollo:
My clue is... this!
Trucy:
Whoa! It's the same color and size and everything! A perfect match!
Apollo:
I guess we could check it out...
Trucy:
Hmm. Two pieces of garbage with paint on them. Look at this, Apollo! Doesn't this go on a car...?
Apollo:
It's a side-view mirror! Looks like it was torn off when it smacked into something... or someone.
Apollo:
Well... looks like we've just solved a case.
Trucy:
So the car that hit Daddy last night...
Apollo:
...Is sitting right in front of us, yep.
Trucy:
Wow. You put the "pro" in "professional", Apollo!
Apollo:
Gee, thanks, Trucy.
Tailpipe
Apollo:
That reminds me... I once read a record of a case that Mr. Wright worked on many years ago.
Trucy:
...?
Apollo:
Apparently, there was this car with a piece of cloth shoved into the tailpipe! That piece of cloth turned out to be a vital clue to solving the case!
Trucy:
Wow!
Apollo:
I remember that case record whenever I'm checking out a car... And I always check the tailpipe!
Trucy:
Everyone's gotta have a hobby, I guess.
Apollo:
Wouldn't it be funny if... ...Hey! There's something in here!
Trucy:
What!?
Apollo:
W-Wait a second... Are these your...
Trucy:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! My panties!!!
Apollo:
Whaaaat!? Already!?
Trucy:
Wow, thank you, Apollo! You're a genius! Amazing!
Apollo:
No, no, really, don't mention it.
Trucy:
No, I'm serious, I'm really impressed! You must have a nose for finding girls' panties!
Apollo:
... Um, what are those?
Trucy:
My little panties, of course! They've come home to mama! I can't wait to use them!
Apollo:
Y-You're going to put them on? N-Now!?
Trucy:
Watch closely now... See? Nothing in the panties... ...Ta-da!!!
Apollo:
Whoa! Wh-Where'd that come from!?
Apollo:
How did that bowl get in your panties!?
Trucy:
My panties are an extra-dimensional space... Anything can fit in there! ...They're my Magic Panties! It's one of my best tricks.
Apollo:
Magic... panties?
Trucy:
They love them over at the Wonder Bar. I do shows there nightly.
Apollo:
...You mean those panties are a prop!? You could have told me a little sooner!
Trucy's Panties put discreetly away in Trucy's pocket.
Apollo:
Well, that's once case closed, at least.
Trucy:
What are you saying!? We still have to catch the sly devil that ran off with the tool of my trade!
Apollo:
Oh, right.
Before examining cell phone and mirror
Apollo:
(Something tells me we're not finished searching this garage, anyway...)
Mirror (subsequent times)
Apollo:
This mirror fits this car door perfectly...
Trucy:
So the car that hit Daddy last night...
Apollo:
...Is sitting right in front of us, yep.
Trucy:
Wow. You put the "pro" in "professional", Apollo!
Tailpipe (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Still, I'm glad. If I hadn't picked up that habit of looking up tailpipes... ...I might never have seen your panties. I mean, found your panties. Magic panties.
Trucy:
I know, it was amazing how you slyly peeked up there! I think you have a successful career in peeking up tailpipes ahead of you!
Apollo:
(I'm so glad all of this makes sense in context.)
Trucy:
You gotta wonder why my panties were here, though.
Apollo:
That is a mystery...
Before examining cell phone and mirror
Apollo:
(Something tells me we're not finished searching this garage, anyway...)
Car (after examining cell phone, tailpipe, and mirror)
Apollo:
This car belongs to someone at the Meraktis Clinic... and it hit Mr. Wright. Mr. Wright sprained his ankle, and the car lost a side-view mirror. This car vs. Mr. Wright... Not quite the match of the century.
Cat
Trucy:
Hey! A kitty-cat! Here, kitty kitty kitty.
Meow.
Trucy:
...It's not coming down.
Apollo:
We do look kind of suspicious, you have to admit.
Trucy:
It's OK kitty-cat! His hair won't hurt you!
Apollo:
It's OK kitty-cat! She won't make you disappear in her hat!
(Step)ladder
Apollo:
Look, it's a folding ladder.
Trucy:
Polly! That's called a "stepladder"! C'mon!
Apollo:
...A stepladder? How is that different from a regular ladder then?
Trucy:
It's a much more complex piece of machinery. It's like two ladders stuck together!
Apollo:
...So you admit that basically it's a ladder, right?
Trucy:
Wait... Huh?
Apollo:
You have to look past the  form... at the essence of the thing.
Trucy:
Er... Can we talk about something else?
Skeleton
Trucy:
Eeeeeeek! Someone's there! ... Oh, it's just a gold-painted human skeleton.
Apollo:
(Just a human skeleton!? ...And painted gold?)
Trucy:
There's a mannequin hand waving to us from the box behind the skeleton. This place just screams "hospital storage", don't you think?
Apollo:
It screams something, that's for sure.
Examine evidence
Cell Phone
Strap
Trucy:
Look at this cute little watch-strap! I want one!
Apollo:
...It's kind of odd, though.
Trucy:
What is?
Apollo:
I mean, if you wanted to know the time, you could just look at the phone itself.
Trucy:
Hey, you're right! Sharp, Apollo!
Apollo:
Th-Thanks. (Finally, some respect!)
Trucy:
So, what does that tell you?
Apollo:
Well, the owner of this phone doesn't think through the details, for one.
Trucy:
They did drop their phone, after all. I kinda figured they were a little spacey already.
Apollo:
Oh... good point.
Trucy's Panties
Ribbon
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Something the matter?
Apollo:
Uh... I was just wondering if there was, like, a switch on these...
Trucy:
Of course not!
Apollo:
...Huh. Mysterious.
Trucy:
Oh? Do you want to know the secret of my panties?
Apollo:
Ack! N-No! No thanks! (Who uses magic panties in a stage show anyway...?)
After examining cell phone, tailpipe, and mirror:
Trucy:
Apollo!
Apollo:
Huh? What is it?
Trucy:
Now that we've solved this case, we should go report to Daddy! He'll mope if we leave him alone too long, knowing him.
Apollo:
Um, OK. ...He doesn't seem the type to mope, though. (And this is hardly a case worth reporting...)
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
Panty-snatcher (after getting Trucy's Panties)
Trucy:
What, you want to see them again? Well, if you must...
Apollo:
No no no, I'm fine, really. Let's just put them away, shall we? Case closed.
Trucy:
What are you talking about!? The case isn't closed until we have our thief! Just find him on the side while you work on the other cases!
Apollo:
If it were that easy we wouldn't need the police.
Trucy:
If we don't need the police... then we don't need defense attorneys, either, right?
Apollo:
(Fine, fine. I'll look for your panty-snatcher...)
Present
Trucy's Panties
Trucy:
I'm so glad we found my panties!
Apollo:
I had no idea they were so important to you.
Trucy:
And in time for tonight's show, too! A lot of people come just to see my panties, you know!
Apollo:
You... might not want to advertise it like that.
Trucy:
?
Kitaki Mansion
Examine
Trash can (after updating Mirror)
Apollo:
There's a big waste basket by the park entrance.
Trucy:
...? You aren't going to search through the trash?
Apollo:
I don't think we need to.
Trucy:
Oh, no, please, knock yourself out. Don't mind me, I'll be waiting over here.
Apollo:
Just so we're clear, searching through trash isn't a hobby of mine, OK?
Present
Mirror (after updating Mirror)
Apollo:
I found out who this mirror belongs to.
Plum:
Ooh. You're tougher than you look. Spit it out. Who was it? Where do they live?
Apollo:
Urk! I j-just forgot! Heh!
Trucy:
I remember, Apollo! It was the Meraktis Clinic!
Apollo:
Shhhh!
Trucy:
Why? I'm right, aren't I?
Plum:
...Meraktis, eh?
Apollo:
Um, yes. (Why's she so quiet all of a sudden?) ... Is something wrong?
Plum:
Erm, no. Pay me no mind. And thanks for the info.
After examining bowl, mirror, cell phone and tailpipe and clearing all Talk options with Plum Kitaki and Guy Eldoon:
June 15Hickfield Clinic
Phoenix:
Yo! How goes it?
Trucy:
Daddy! How do you feel?
Phoenix:
Not bad, Trucy, not bad. It's good to have you young'uns on the case. Lets ol' Daddy-o get some well-deserved R&R.
Trucy:
The elderly need their rest!
Apollo:
(Uh... isn't he only 33?) ...Um, we've cleared up most of the cases...
Phoenix:
I was right about you. Competent. Capable. Tell me what you found out. If you want to.
Apollo:
(Your enthusiasm is over-whelming...)
Present
Mirror
Phoenix:
So this was the thing that led you to the car.
Apollo:
Yes, sir! The mirror you knocked off was just the clue we needed!
Phoenix:
Good work, Apollo. Of course you might say... ...I was the one who made solving that case possible.
Apollo:
(...You don't get points for knocking off a car mirror.)
Trucy's Panties
Trucy:
Look! My panties! They came home to mama!
Phoenix:
Thanks, Apollo. I was worried about them, too. Trucy special ordered those...
Apollo:
(A startling display of parental concern!)
Phoenix:
I'd hate to have to buy a  new pair... *shudder*
Apollo:
(Make that a not-so-startling display of cheapskatedness.)
Anything else
Phoenix:
...
Apollo:
(It's actually a relief to be so thoroughly ignored.)
After examining bowl, mirror, cell phone and tailpipe and clearing all Talk options with Plum Kitaki and Guy Eldoon:
June 15
Kitaki Mansion
Trucy:
Little Plum's not here. She's not finished cleaning, huh.
Apollo:
Maybe she went to get a paint scraper?
Plum:
OK! Who's the wise guy who spit gum out on the street!?
Apollo:
(Her voice carries all the way out to the street from inside the mansion...)
Trucy:
She's a neat freak! How cute!
Plum:
You there! It was you, wasn't it!? Fess up! I hope you've said your prayers. You're gonna need them...
Apollo:
Tr-Trucy? Let's leave. Now.
Trucy:
...?
Examine
Mansion front gate
Apollo:
An impressive gate befitting the Kitaki Mansion.
Trucy:
Look at the name plate! "Kitaki"...! That's so cool! Short and blunt, like any good gangster! Ooh! Let's change our name! How about... "W. A. A."! ... Maybe that's too short and blunt. What do you think?
Apollo:
No comment.
Mansion gate wall
Apollo:
A colorful dragon turns its baleful gaze in my direction. As if to say, "Abandon all hope ye who enter here." Don't worry, Mr. Dragon. Me and hope haven't been on speaking terms for a while.
Spilled paint
Apollo:
Several colors of paint have been splashed across the gate. It's almost all dry. This is going to be tough to clean.
Old Lady
Apollo:
It looks like that woman's still causing trouble...
Officer:
Look, no one goes in! That means you!
Old Lady:
Oh, what's the difference? Let... me... go! Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!
Officer:
Ah! S-Sorry!
Old Lady:
That's it, I'm suing! ...But I might change my mind for five bucks...
Apollo:
(What is she, some kind of con artist?)
People Park sign
Apollo:
Apparently, this park was the gift of the Kitaki Family. The friendly "People Park", brought to you by organized crime... A very naughty part of me is tempted to write "We Kill" on the left side of the sign.
Police officer
Apollo:
They're not letting anyone into the crime scene. The guard at the entrance is humming a song. He's got rhythm, actually. Maybe he plays in a band.
Hickfield Clinic
Talk
Progress report
Phoenix:
Well, I certainly didn't expect you back this early.
Trucy:
Polly's amazing! He found my panties so quick! Almost like he was the one who stole them!
Apollo:
...You have an interesting concept of praise.
Phoenix:
...And? Did you find the mad driver who gave me that 30-foot toss?
Apollo:
Apparently... it was a doctor. From the Meraktis Clinic.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Meraktis, eh? I've heard of him. Nothing good, mind you.
Apollo:
That reminds me, a police car was parked outside the clinic.
Trucy:
Maybe something happened?
Apollo:
What is this Meraktis Clinic anyway?
Meraktis Clinic
Phoenix:
All I've heard are the rumors. That clinic's been making good money... in a bad way.
Apollo:
Bad...?
Phoenix:
Ties to organized crime... The Kentucky Family.
Apollo:
Um... the Kitaki Family? (He did that on purpose!)
Phoenix:
Some injuries you can't take to a public hospital, see. They use the Meraktis Clinic for their patch-up jobs.
Apollo:
Interesting...
People Park
Trucy:
It looked like something had happened in that park.
Phoenix:
Ah. A body was found there in unusual circumstances...
Apollo:
Something more unusual than being dead?
Phoenix:
...It's not our concern, in any case.
Trucy:
Right! Let's ignore that and find that noodle stand!
Apollo:
(What ever happened to professional curiosity?)
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
...Thanks, really. If I get tired of sleeping, maybe I'll head down to this Meraktis place. Maybe hit 'em up for some reparations... A little legal action would do me some good.
Apollo:
Um... I was wondering when I get paid? We solved the case of your accident, and um, found a missing article of clothing.
Trucy:
My panties!
Phoenix:
That leaves the noodle stand.
Apollo:
Eh.
Phoenix:
Feel free to drop in if you get stuck. I'd be happy to help with anything not involving money.
Apollo:
(Good-bye, quid pro quo. Hello pro bono. *sigh*)
Trucy:
Right! Back to the office to plan our next move!
June 15
Wright Anything Agency
Apollo:
You... You're the woman from the Kitaki place!
???:
Y-Yes...
Trucy:
I knew it! Something's the matter and you want our help, right? Well, you've come to the Wright place! This way, please...
Alita:
Um... Thank you. My name is Alita Tiala. I... have a request.
Talk
Your request
Apollo:
Your request... let me guess, something's been stolen?
Alita:
Um, your flyer... It says "now defending" so I thought...
Apollo:
Whaaaat!? You mean, you mean you want me to defend you? Me?
Trucy:
Maybe you can tell us what happened? Were you hit by a car? Did someone steal your stand? Or your panties?
Alita:
No! No... I'm not the client, actually. The client would be my... well, my fiancé, I suppose you'd call him.
Apollo:
Fiancé...? What happened to him, then?
Alita:
He was arrested this morning. The charge... was murder.
Trucy:
Murder...
Alita:
Have you heard about what happened at the park?
Tiala's story
Apollo:
So, what's your story? You frequent the Kitaki Mansion, yes? Are you a member of their, um, organization?
Alita:
No... Not yet.
Trucy:
Not yet?
Alita:
You see, I'm to be married next month. To the boss's son.
Apollo:
The boss's son...? So he's a, uh... *gulp* (A gangster...)
Alita:
Yes, but the Kitakis are locally responsible gangsters. I thought it'd be nice for a change... Quit my boring job, live the good, gangster life.
Trucy:
I think you're on to something! "Ms. Kitaki"... I like the sound of that!
Apollo:
(I'm not sure your daddy would care much for that...)
Murder in the park (appears after "Your request")
Apollo:
Wh-What happened!?
Alita:
I haven't been told all the details. But I do know a body was found in the park. Near the Kitaki Mansion.
Trucy:
There were a lot of police cars there.
Alita:
Apparently, the victim was shot with a pistol... But I hear the circumstances of the shooting were... rather unusual.
Apollo:
And your fiancé was arrested for this?
Trucy:
Um... what sort of person is your fiancé?
Your fiancé (appears after "Tiala's story" and "Murder in the park")
Apollo:
Your fiancé is the Kitaki Family's only son, correct?
Alita:
His name's Wocky. Wocky Kitaki... I brought a photo.
Apollo:
Well. That's... quite the photo.
Alita:
I know! Oh, he can be powerful and menacing, but so cute!
Apollo:
But, if he's the boss's only son...
Alita:
Yes, I'm sure he'll take his father's place some day.
Trucy:
Say, I'm a boss already! Of this agency!
Alita:
Please help my Wocky! Please!
Apollo:
(...Right! My first solo defense case! Crime boss's son or not, I'll prove he's innocent!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Alita:
An attorney's badge... So you really are a defense attorney. Please, I'm counting on you. I need your help.
Anything else
Alita:
I'm not sure I understand... I'm sorry.
Apollo:
No, no, it's me who's sorry, really! Sorry!
After clearing all Talk options:
Alita:
I... prepared a letter of request. I know you need those.
Letter of Request added to the Court Record.
Trucy:
Right! Let's go check out the scene of the crime!
Present
Letter of Request
Alita:
I hope that's OK? I've never written a letter of request before.
Apollo:
Oh, it's fine. (I should hope it's your first...)
Trucy:
If we take this we'll be able to investigate the scene!
Examine evidence
Letter of Request
Writing
Trucy:
Why does this envelope say "Hit Request"?
Apollo:
Um... it's a bit of lingo. Like "call in a hit", or a "hit man"...
Trucy:
Ooh, you mean gangster-talk!? So does "hit" mean "to defend" in gangster-ese? Well, "hit man"?
Apollo:
I certainly hope not... (Something tells me she used the wrong envelope...)
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
Apollo:
Huh...? Where's Mr. Wright?
Trucy:
Maybe he's getting an examination again?
Apollo:
How many does he need!? (Wasn't it just a sprain?)
Trucy:
Too bad, Polly! You wanted to show off your request to Daddy, didn't you!
Apollo:
What? Me? No!
Trucy:
Oh? That's a surprise.
Apollo:
L-Let's just come back later, shall we?
June 15
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Trucy:
Polly! You look as happy as a clam in its shell.
Apollo:
For a lawyer this is it, the place where the battle begins!
Guard:
...Ahem. You need something?
Apollo:
Aaah! Yes, we're attorneys. I was hoping we could see Mr. Wocky Kitaki?
Guard:
Sorry, he's in questioning right now. Could take a while.
Trucy:
Drat. Oh well, guess we'll have to come back later then.
Apollo:
So much for that battle...
Examine
Security camera
Apollo:
That security camera is looking at me. I wonder if they tape all of this.
Security guard
Apollo:
A security guard. He stands here, watching this room. I have no idea if he's listening to us talk. I'm not even sure he's breathing.
June 15Kitaki Mansion
Apollo:
(So this is it... My first murder crime scene!)
Officer:
Ah, it's you kids again. Look, can't you find some other place to play...
Trucy:
We're not playing! We're um, "investigating"! Aren't we, Apollo?
Apollo:
Sir, I have a letter of request here.
Officer:
Letter of... huh? Why does it say "Hit Request" on it?
Apollo:
(Ms. Tiala must have used the Kitaki's stationery...)
???:
Excuse me, coming through.
Officer:
Ah! It's you! Mr. Gavin!
Apollo:
...! (Who's this guy...?)
???:
I must say I'm used to being inspected by the ladies... But this is the first time I've felt this way with a man.
Apollo:
Mr.... Gavin?
???:
Ah, Fräulein. What is a sweet morsel like you doing in such a dismal place? Can I help?
Trucy:
... Y-Yes! The police man officer fellow here won't let us in! We even have a letter of request!
???:
You must be exhausted, standing out here! I will take you to the scene of the crime.
Trucy:
Oooh! R-Really!?
???:
...By your leave, Officer.
Officer:
Ya... Yes sir! Of course, sir!
???:
Ah ha. Very well. This way, Fräulein...
Trucy:
Whee!
Apollo:
... Hey! What about me!?
June 15
People Park
???:
...On that note, enjoy your investigation!
Trucy:
Thank you! Will we see you again...?
???:
Ask the wind, Fräulein. I'll be riding on it!
Apollo:
...Who was that?
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeek! Apollo! Look! A c-corpse!
Apollo:
Whaaaat!? ...Hey, it's just a mannequin.
Trucy:
Wow. It sure got me.
???:
Ahem. Might I ask exactly what it is you're doing here? Oh, it's you. How did you kids get in here?
Trucy:
Oh! This guy, well, he was more like a prince really. He let us in...
???:
Him again. That glimmerous fop, always getting in my way... Anyway! This scene is off limits.
Apollo:
Excuse me? We have a letter of request!
???:
...Hmm. One moment.
Apollo:
(Why is she holding that big magnifying glass...?)
???:
.............................. I'd recognize that handwriting anywhere. Scientific analysis says this was written by Alita Tiala.
Apollo:
...Thanks. (It took you thirty minutes to figure that out!?) So... what's up with the mannequin there?
???:
It's taking the place of the body, preserving the scene of the crime as it was found.
Apollo:
(The body... was pulling the stand!?)
Ema:
So, you're a defense attorney, are you? Detective Ema Skye. I'm in charge of this crime scene.
Trucy:
She doesn't seem that happy about it.
Apollo:
...She doesn't seem that happy about many things.
Ema:
I trust you know how to stay out of the way. I always carry two pairs of handcuffs... just in case.
Examine
Noodle stand
Ema:
Hey there! No messing with the crime scene!
Apollo:
B-But we need to investigate!
Trucy:
Apollo! Look! That stand! ... It says "Eldoon"!
Apollo:
...I've noticed. Well, we've solved the case of the missing stand at least. ...Though the circumstances could stand to be better.
Anywhere else
Ema:
Hey there! No messing with the crime scene!
Apollo:
B-But we need to investigate!
Ema:
Investigations are to be carried out by professionals, scientifically!
Apollo:
(She's not going to let us check out the crime scene, is she...)
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo. My very un-scientific analysis tells me something here is very suspicious...
Apollo:
...I think I know what you mean. It's kind of hard not to notice. (I'd better check out what we came here to find at least.)
Talk
Any option
Apollo:
Um, Detective Skye...?
Ema:
Quiet, please. It's snack time. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Trucy:
We're not making much progress here.
Apollo:
(She must not be very busy...)
Ema:
*sigh* I never seem to get a lucky break. Back after nine years, and they won't give me the position I requested... ...And then I hear he gave up the defense attorney life...
Apollo:
(He? Who's he? An ex-defense attorney...?)
Present
Anything
Apollo:
Um, if you could spare a moment to take a look at this?
Ema:
...Can't you see that I am extremely, extremely busy?
Apollo:
(...Eating snacks, yes.)
Trucy:
Busy eating snacks, I'd say.
Apollo:
(This is going nowhere fast.)
June 15Eldoon's House
Trucy:
Oh, Mr. Eldoon...! Hello?
Apollo:
Looks like he left.
Trucy:
And we found his stand and everything! What about our free bowl!?
Apollo:
Oh, too bad, looks like we'll have to wait a little longer for that bowl. So sorry.
Trucy:
Aw, what a bummer.
Examine
Clinic front door
Apollo:
The front entrance to the Meraktis Clinic. The walls and posts are so highly polished I can see my face in them. ... Hot dang, my hair looks good.
Green banner
Apollo:
Looks like this is a banner for some campaign. "Three shots for the price of one"... Somehow I don't see people lining up for that.
Police car
Apollo:
A police car is parked in front of the Meraktis Clinic. It's empty. The police must be inside investigating.
Blue tarp
Apollo:
The blue tarp Mr. Eldoon used to cover his noodle stand. Robbed of its purpose, it blows in the wind... alone.
Bowl
Apollo:
A lone Eldoon's Noodles bowl lies on the ground. The lone bowl, tipped on its side... It's kind of surreal.
House
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon's house has seen better days. And I'm betting I've eaten better noodles.
"NOO" sign
Apollo:
This must be his business sign. It reads "NOO". Maybe that's how the kids are spelling "new" these days. Another failed attempt at hipster marketing.
Oil drum
Apollo:
An oil drum for catching rainwater. ...Ack! A sparrow just flew over and... Aw man, that was just disgusting! Something tells me this wasn't the first time.
Sign under oil drum
Apollo:
There's a hand-written sign here... "Save the light!" It's hard to make out the sign in the shade from the clinic next door.
Spoon the dog
Apollo:
Guy Eldoon's dog doesn't look too lively. They say dogs and their owners resemble each other... I guess there are exceptions.
June 15Hickfield Clinic
Phoenix:
Ah, you're back! Run into some problems?
Trucy:
Oh, Polly, didn't you want to tell Daddy something?
Apollo:
Who? Me? No! I'm fine. Really.
Phoenix:
What's this? So there is a problem?
Apollo:
No, no problem. Actually, I got a defense request.
Phoenix:
A defense request! That is a problem.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
I've given up the court. I'm not a lawyer anymore.
Apollo:
... The request was for me!
Phoenix:
Oh, right. You're a lawyer, aren't you?
Apollo:
(He's doing that on purpose! I know it!)
Talk
Murder
Phoenix:
So, what about this defense request?
Apollo:
It's related to the murder in People Park, actually.
Trucy:
Guess what! We found Mr. Eldoon's noodle stand at the scene of the crime!
Phoenix:
Did you now. That's unusual indeed. Never heard of a noodle stand being used as a murder weapon.
Apollo:
...Uh, I think the murder weapon was something else.
Phoenix:
You mean you don't know what the murder weapon was?
Trucy:
That funny detective lady won't let us on the scene! What kind of detective wears a lab coat, anyway!?
Phoenix:
A lab coat? Hmm. Didn't think she'd be involved with this...
Apollo:
...You know her?
Phoenix:
You could say that.
Skye connection (appears after "Murder")
Apollo:
So... you know her, don't you?
Phoenix:
I met her on a case... this was about ten years ago. She was still a high school student at the time.
Apollo:
(That would make her about the same age as me!)
Trucy:
That's my daddy! He knows all the police types. Oh, wait! Maybe you know that other guy, too!
Apollo:
That other guy...?
Trucy:
That shining prince on the motorcycle!
Phoenix:
...Prince?
Mysterious Prince (appears after "Skye connection")
Phoenix:
Apollo. Tell me about this "prince" of Trucy's. Indulge a concerned father...
Apollo:
He was at the crime scene... He looked just like Mr. Gavin!
Phoenix:
... Did he now.
Apollo:
...You know him?
Phoenix:
My guess is he's Kristoph Gavin's younger brother...
Apollo:
His brother!?
Phoenix:
We're acquaintances, after a fashion. Klavier Gavin... rock 'n' roll god incarnate.
Trucy:
Klavier... What a lovely name! He's so dreamy!
Apollo:
(I didn't know Mr. Gavin had a brother! And what was he doing out there?)
Phoenix:
I have a feeling you'll be crossing paths again soon.
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
...Now, what was the problem again? Having trouble investigating the crime scene in the park?
Trucy:
Yeah. That detective woman won't let us!
Phoenix:
...Go to the office. Under the silk top hat you'll find a bottle of white powder. Try taking that to this detective.
Apollo:
"White powder"...? (I hope it's not what I think it is.)
Phoenix:
Just take it to her. It'll be fine, you'll see. Oh, and tell her I said hi.
Wright Anything Agency (after clearing all Talk options with Phoenix Wright)
Examine
Silk hat
Leads to:
"So this must be the "silk top hat" Mr. Wright mentioned."
Talk
The case
Trucy:
Hmm... I think we should focus on finding more information about the case.
Apollo:
You seem to be having fun.
Trucy:
Of course! This is my first criminal investigation! And it's so mysterious! A noodle stand pushing a dead man along...
Apollo:
...Uh, I think it was the other way around. The dead man was pulling the stand. But you're right about it being mysterious.
Trucy:
I knew it! More information, that's what we need!
Apollo:
So this must be the "silk top hat" Mr. Wright mentioned. Let's take a closer look... Huh?
Trucy:
Whoa!
Apollo:
You know what this is, Trucy?
Trucy:
I... remember finding some in Daddy's dresser when I was little. I thought it was sugar, so I licked it... He got mad at me.
Apollo:
(This is getting more and more suspicious...)
White powder placed gingerly into pocket.
Trucy:
Let's go talk to that detective! She's sure to know what that white powder is!
Examine evidence
White Powder
Label
Apollo:
Hmm. The bottle has a label on it.
Trucy:
Can you read it?
Apollo:
Uh, not a word. I'm not sure I speak whatever language this is written in.
Trucy:
That's too bad. I guess we're stuck with this mysterious bottle of white powder...
People Park (after examining silk hat in Wright Anything Agency)
Present
White Powder
Apollo:
Um... Does this ring any bells?
Ema:
Ah! Is that--!? It couldn't!? Where'd you get that?
Apollo:
I brought it from the office.
Ema:
You... work at the Wright & Co. Law Offices, yes?
Apollo:
Er, yeah, sort of...
Trucy:
Detective Skye! How do you know my daddy?
Ema:
D-D-Daddy!? I'm sorry, who did you say you were?
Trucy:
Trucy Wright. Phoenix Wright's daughter.
Ema:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!? Mr. Wright has a daughter!?
Trucy:
You seem shocked.
Ema:
W-Well, if you're Mr. Wright's daughter and you're his apprentice... ...then I'm available to help you in any way I can!
Apollo:
Oh, uh, thanks. (You can start by not calling me Mr. Wright's apprentice!)
Ema:
This powder is used for detecting fingerprints.
Apollo:
Fingerprints...?
Ema:
I guess you might call it a memento... from the time I spent with Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
(White powder memories...)
Ema:
If you find any evidence with fingerprints on it, please let me know! We'll dust for prints!
Apollo:
(Well, she's quite the eager beaver all of a sudden...)
Examine
Benches
Apollo:
Benches line the river running through the park.
Trucy:
Ahh, a little urban oasis. I bet children come here to splash around in the water.
Apollo:
That river's a little deep for splashing... and a little dirty.
Trucy:
Well, they could listen to the water and pretend they were playing.
Blue tarps
Apollo:
Blue tarps have been placed on the ground around the stand.
Trucy:
Apollo! I bet the victim was going to have a picnic here!
Apollo:
...I guess he could have eaten all the noodles he wanted.
Ema:
Don't touch those! Those are preserving the crime scene!
Apollo:
(Oh, I guess the police put these tarps here after all.)
Knife
Apollo:
It's... a knife!
Ema:
A "shiv" to be precise.
Trucy:
Ooh... lingo!
Ema:
The defendant, Wocky Kitaki, is the son of known gangsters. The police are assuming this belongs to him.
Apollo:
(Wait, but wasn't the murder weapon a pistol...?) Huh? Look at this, there's a handprint on this shiv...
Ema:
A handprint? Then there might be a fingerprint. Let's investigate!
Ema:
Right! First, choose the fingerprint you want to examine.
Apollo:
...Choose a fingerprint?
Ema:
Look closely at the handle. See? There's more than one fingerprint there.
Trucy:
Those black spots?
Ema:
That's right. Pick the one you want to analyze.
Darkest finger
Leads to:
"Right! Let's get detecting!"
Ema:
Right! Let's get detecting!
Apollo:
(Wow, she's practically glowing with excitement...)
Ema:
First, sprinkle some aluminum powder over the print. Just touch the screen, like this. See? The oil left by the print absorbs the aluminum powder, so you just dust it on... ...and blow it off!
Trucy:
B-Blow?
Ema:
It's like whistling. You know how to whistle, don't you? Just put your lips together...
Trucy:
Wow! Amazing! It's like magic!
Ema:
Heh heh. Isn't it though?
Apollo:
(Right, let's give it a shot!)
Ema:
Incidentally, it's important that you cover the entire fingerprint with the powder.
Ema:
Hmm, good... clear... Quite impressive! Next, to match the print. The police office has samples so you can tell whose finger this print belongs to.
Apollo:
Hmm... That doesn't sound like as much fun as actually finding the print.
Ema:
OK, pick the person whose print you think this is. You probably have a good idea whose knife this is already.
Compare Wocky Kitaki profile
Comparing...Comparison complete.
Match found
Leads to:
"So... the fingerprints do belong to the defendant."
Compare anyone else
Comparing...Comparison complete.
No Match found
Leads back to profile selection
Apollo:
So... the fingerprints do belong to the defendant.
Ema:
Yes! Isn't it amazing? Ah, the power of science. It's my life.
Trucy:
Apollo, she's... sparkling.
Apollo:
And I'm dimming.
Ema:
Look sharp, spirits up. The real fight is yet to come!
Trucy:
Chin up, Polly!
Apollo:
(The trial hasn't even started and I'm already losing...)
Knife added to the Court Record.
Knife (subsequent times)
Apollo:
A knife is sticking straight into the ground.
Trucy:
With the defendant's fingerprints on it... Which means... You think he stuck it into the victim?
Apollo:
(I don't know what he did with it but I don't like it.)
Mannequin
Apollo:
This mannequin is dressed up to look like a police officer. I've seen one at the station. (A mannequin in place of a body...)
Ema:
The body of the victim has already been removed.
Trucy:
Do you think the victim was the noodle stand thief?
Apollo:
What, you think someone killed him because he stole it?
Trucy:
Yeah! Taking care of business, Little Plum Kitaki style!
Apollo:
(Try not to sound too eager about that, please...)
Noodle stand
Apollo:
...And this is Mr. Eldoon's noodle stand, obviously.
Trucy:
It does say "Eldoon" in big letters, doesn't it!
Apollo:
And that mark on his paper lantern there looks familiar.
Trucy:
It's going to be a little weird telling him... what with the corpse and all...
Apollo:
Anyway, that wraps up three of our cases.
Trucy:
That's right! Congratulations, Apollo!
Apollo:
(And leaves us with one case that's worse than all three put together... Murder.)
Trash can
Apollo:
(There's got to be a good clue or two around here...)
Trucy:
You and your trash cans! Go ahead, knock yourself out.
Apollo:
Please, can't you see I'm doing my... Huh? L... Look! Another pair of underwear!?
Trucy:
Wow, Apollo! You're a genius at finding panties!
Apollo:
Stop saying that. Wait, these aren't...?
Trucy:
Th-They're not mine!
Apollo:
(Could these have been stolen, too?)
Bloomers added to the Court Record.
Trash can (subsequent times)
Trucy:
I'll always remember this trash can as "the place where Apollo found those bloomers"!
Apollo:
Don't you have more important things to remember? Wait, these aren't...?
Trucy:
Th-They're not mine!
Apollo:
(Could these have been stolen, too?)
Talk
The case
Ema:
The report came in late last night. The body was found much as you see it now. ...Except it was a real body.
Apollo:
But... why?
Ema:
Why was a body pulling a noodle stand? If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't still be here.
Apollo:
Well, what was the cause of death...?
Ema:
A bullet wound, to the temple. ...He was shot by a pistol.
Trucy:
A pistol?
Ema:
Not the easiest thing to come by in this day and age.
Apollo:
(Unless you're a cop... or a gangster.)
Ema:
Incidentally, the victim's name was Pal Meraktis. I just received the autopsy report, in fact.
Meraktis's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Ema:
I mean, really! What's up with this case!? It's enough to make me want to run off, pulling a mysterious noodle stand behind me...
Trucy:
Not so mysterious, actually... We should tell her, Apollo! After all, we know where the stand came from!
Ema:
A likely story! I didn't come here to play games, you know.
Apollo:
Actually, we do know where the noodle stand came from. The noodle stand's owner is...
Present Guy Eldoon profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"... Who's the old guy?"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Ema:
... Look, I have better things to be doing. I'd make more progress eating snacks than listening to this drivel.
Apollo:
(You could try actually investigating, rather than just standing around.)
Ema:
... Who's the old guy?
Apollo:
This is the proprietor of Eldoon's Noodles, Mr. Eldoon himself!
Trucy:
He's famous in this part of town.
Ema:
Not bad. I guess Mr. Wright picked the right kids for the job. That saved me a lot of work. Thanks.
Noodle Stand added to the Court Record.
Trucy:
What sort of person was the victim, anyway?
Ema:
You mean what did he do? He was a doctor.
Apollo:
A doctor...? (I'm starting to see a connection here...)
Your story
Ema:
Who? Me? I'm just a supervisor for this crime scene.
Apollo:
(Detective Skye... Hmm.)
Ema:
I was out of the country for a while. I came back to be a forensic scientist.
Trucy:
Ooh! Were you studying abroad?
Ema:
Something like that. I was studying in Europe. Forensic sciences, mind you. But when I got back here, they threw me in criminal affairs! Just like that!
Trucy:
Why didn't you just become a forensics expert in Europe?
Ema:
Well, I suppose that was an option, but... I had a lot of favors to repay to people back here.
Apollo:
(Favors? Wasn't she in high school when she left?)
Ema:
What? What's that look for? I was involved in an... incident before I left. But Mr. Wright and his people helped me out. I owed them.
Trucy:
Really? I had no idea...
Apollo:
(If she's been out of the country for a while... ...she probably doesn't know about Mr. Wright's current, erm, "state of affairs".)
The defendant
Apollo:
Um... Could you tell us a bit about the defendant? He's the only son of the Kitaki Family, yes...?
Ema:
Wocky Kitaki. I don't know if he is the boss's son, but he's certainly throwing his weight around... ...Violently. In the detention center.
Trucy:
I see.
Apollo:
Why was he arrested in the first place?
Ema:
... You are a defense attorney, aren't you? You're not his, by any chance?
Apollo:
Er, a-actually, yes, I am.
Ema:
Well... We have a witness to the moment of the crime.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Ema:
The witness called the police. They'll be testifying during the trial tomorrow.
Trucy:
Whaaaaaaaa--!?
The victim (appears after "The case")
Apollo:
Could you tell us a bit more about the victim?
Ema:
Well, let's see... Apparently he's the physician at a clinic in the area. Quite well off, too, from the sound of it. The clinic's name is... The Meraktis Clinic.
Trucy:
Hmm... Maybe that's why the cop car was parked there?
Ema:
What? You've been to the clinic?
Apollo:
(I told the detective about the case of the stolen noodle stand.)
Ema:
...I see... So that means... ...Dr. Meraktis stole the stand and pulled it all the way here?
Apollo:
That would seem to be the case.
Ema:
... But why?
Apollo:
Don't ask me!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ema:
Ah, an attorney's badge. It reminds me of when Mr. Wright was still defending. Everything I have now is thanks to him. Remember, help as many people as you can. That's your job!
Trucy:
She's right, Polly! Let's make a difference! ...Is something wrong?
Apollo:
Ah! Ah, no! N-Nothing. (I... I actually felt inspired for a moment there.)
Fingerprint Powder
Ema:
Fingerprint analysis is the very basis of modern forensic science! Doesn't just talking about it leave you breathless with excitement?
Apollo:
Oh yes. Breathless. (Actually, it does sound kinda interesting...)
Ema:
Let me know if you find any evidence that might have a  print or two, alright?
Knife
Ema:
The defendant's fingerprints were found on that knife.
Trucy:
Which means that, at the very least, he was here at the scene of the crime...?
Ema:
It's highly possible, yes.
Apollo:
Ugh. This doesn't look good.
Ema:
No use worrying about what's out already! You just worry about what's yet to come!
Meraktis's Autopsy Report
Ema:
Why did Dr. Meraktis die like this...?
Trucy:
Pulling a noodle stand... Very strange.
Ema:
Inconceivable! I just don't get it! Some people just can't die normally!
Apollo:
(He's dead, give him a break.)
Anything else
Ema:
Sorry... I don't think I can help you with that. I think you need more than just scientific help. But ask me anything you like! ...Just ask scientifically.
Examine evidence
Fingerprint Powder
Label
Apollo:
The label reads "Fingerprint Powder" in some strange language.
Trucy:
How do we know for sure? What if this is really a jar for something else, like jam, or honey?
Apollo:
Why would anyone go through the trouble?
Trucy:
Well, so the police don't find out, that's why!
Apollo:
I hardly think possessing fingerprint powder is a crime. 
Trucy:
Oh, huh, I guess. That's boring.
Bloomers
Back side
Trucy:
These bloomers sure have a... distinct design!
Apollo:
You certainly know who they belong to at a glance.
Trucy:
That way, she doesn't have to write her name on them! Genius!
Apollo:
...I would think writing your name would be easier than drawing a plum blossom.
Knife
Fingerprint
Trucy:
So, the defendant's prints are on this knife...
Apollo:
That would mean he was here the night of the crime.
Trucy:
That's what I call irrefutable scientific evidence! Neat!
Apollo:
Not so neat when it happens to be evidence against our client...
Noodle Stand
"NOODLE" sign
Trucy:
Huh? Look at this, Apollo! Mr. Eldoon spelled his name backwards on this side!
Apollo:
Um, I think that says "Noodle". As in "Eldoon's Noodles".
Trucy:
Huh... Oh, I get it! So the name of his store is the same whether you read it forward or backwards!
Apollo:
Yeah... I guess it would be. Well, except for the last "s".
Trucy:
...... Then, how about a store called "Team Meat"?
Apollo:
Uh, close, but that would be "Taem Maet" backwards. And what kind of store is that?
Trucy:
Why, a store that sells meat! "It's not meat, useless it's Team Meat!"
After examining trash can and knife, and clearing all Talk options:
Ema:
So... have you met the defendant?
Apollo:
Ah. Uh... No.
Ema:
Visiting hours are almost over at the detention center. You might think about wrapping up here and heading over.
Apollo:
Good idea. (I don't know what good it will do. We have a witness, and a knife with prints... Have I mentioned I've got a bad feeling about this?)
Ema:
Don't worry, it's like a Wright tradition.
Apollo:
(Some traditions I can live without.)
June 15
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Guard:
I'm sorry. Meeting hours for the day are all done.
Apollo:
B-But we still have three minutes!
Guard:
I'll put in your request, but don't expect anything. The father's talking in the private room with him.
Trucy:
The father? You mean like a priest?
Guard:
I mean the suspect's father, Mr. Winfred "Big Wins" Kitaki himself.
Apollo:
(Not someone I care to meet...)
???:
...Die you--!!!
???:
...You're the one on your way out, old--!!!
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
.........
Guard:
Ah. They're here.
Apollo:
(Whoa! This guy radiates power! Power.. with a cute apron?)
???:
You Wocky's lawyer?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Big Wins:
Well, I'm Big Wins Kitaki, fourth head of the Kitaki family... capice?
Apollo:
Er... Actually, I came to speak to your son.
Big Wins:
... Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Yes?
Big Wins:
My son's innocent. He killed no one. If he were found guilty... it wouldn't be good. ...Capice?
Apollo:
Y-Yes! I'm all about capicing! Capice'd loud and clear!
Big Wins:
You gotta do more than just understand to make it. You'll learn, though. Even if the lesson comes at the end of your short life.
Apollo:
(I don't feel so good...)
Wocky:
What's the big idea, old man! You can't treat me like a kid no more, not now! You know I... I... I wanted to go to the clink! I like it here!
Apollo:
You... must be Wocky?
Wocky:
A G's not a G till he does hard time! Bizzoooy! You'll see. When I get out of here, things'll change!
Big Wins:
Silence! My apologies, Mr. Justice... He's usually such a nice boy.
Apollo:
(Forgive me if I have a hard time believing that.)
Wocky:
Ha! You can't take me under your wing this time, old man! You heard me! I don't need no trial! I did it!
Big Wins:
...I think that's enough for today, Mr. Justice. Don't let me down tomorrow.
Apollo:
So much for talking to our client.
Trucy:
But we made so much progress today! We even found my panties! I had fun, at least.
Apollo:
Of course, the biggest mystery of all remains... (How am I supposed to build a case for the trial!?)
Trucy:
Oh, almost forgot, it's time for my show! Tonight I'm performing at the Wonder Bar! You should come check it out.
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Apollo:
No clues here.
Turnabout Corner
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
June 16, 9:46 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Apollo:
Huh... Mr. Wright's not here today?
Trucy:
He said his old foot injury was acting up.
Apollo:
Old injury...!? He was all smiles yesterday!
Trucy:
Yes, he smiled when he said we'd be fine "as long as you're there, Trucy".
Apollo:
Yes... Fine... We'll be fine. Here comes Justice!!! I started my voice training at 5 this morning.
Trucy:
Oooh! Do some now! I want to see! ...Er, hear!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, OK. ...Ahem. My name is Apollo Justice, and I'm fine!!!
Trucy:
...... That sounds more like a self-mantra than voice training.
???:
...I'm fine! I'm fine! You know what I'm saying!?
Apollo:
Ack! G-Good morning!
Wocky:
Yo, 'sup. Hit me with the guilty verdict, G! See if I care. You just hang loose and let things go with the flow. You know what I'm saying!?
Apollo:
Uh, not really.
Big Wins:
Wocky! Don't be running your mouth like that in here!
Wocky:
See, that's the difference between me and you, old man. I ain't afraid of no cops. Real G's can't keep it real till they spend some hard time in the pen.
Big Wins:
You have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
Trucy:
Sounds like they've both been voice training too, Apollo.
Apollo:
(My worst fears realized... The trial's starting and I still haven't had a real talk with my client!)
June 16, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Wocky Kitaki.
Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Klavier:
Ready to rock 'n' roll, Herr Judge.
Trucy:
Ah! It's him! The pri--guy from yesterday! He's a prosecutor?
Apollo:
(...It's Mr. Gavin's brother!)
Klavier:
...
Judge:
Long time no see... Prosecutor Gavin. Were you taking a leave of absence?
Klavier:
You know that little band I started in my free time? Thing is, we got real popular. Hard to say "nein" to your fans when three of your singles go platinum, ja?
Judge:
...I see. To be honest, I was a little concerned. I feared that you might still be distraught over that one trial...
Klavier:
Not to worry, Herr Judge. I wouldn't miss this day in court for the world. It's worth even more than VIP passes to one of my concerts, ja? How could I pass up a chance to see the true strength... ...of the little boy who bested my brother?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
It was worth canceling a show or two.
Judge:
Understood. You may give your opening statements to the court.
Klavier:
Before that, I was thinking... Is the air in this courtroom not a bit... serious?
Judge:
It IS a court of law.
Klavier:
That's no way to get the crowd jumping, Herr Judge.
Judge:
They're not supposed to jump! This is a courtroom!
Klavier:
Achtung, baby! Today, we play it my way!
Apollo:
(What's that... noise?)
Klavier:
Sometimes you have to get on up in order to get down... to prosecuting!
Apollo:
(This is crazy...)
Klavier:
The victim... Pal Meraktis, director of the Meraktis Clinic. The scene... People Park. He was found pulling a noodle stand.
Judge:
What in the world was a doctor doing pulling a noodle stand?
Klavier:
Yes, I believe... ...you will only find that out by asking the defendant, right here, right now. Because it's an undeniable truth that he shot the victim!
Apollo:
What do you mean, undeniable?
Klavier:
If you are to glare at anyone, Herr Justice, glare at the punk in the defendant's chair. His crime was witnessed quite clearly, you see.
Judge:
...Very well. Please admit this witness to the court.
Klavier:
...Nein! Not yet! First, there is a little matter to be cleaned up...
Apollo:
(Could you talk without the accompaniment?)
Trucy:
I swear I could see the guitar for a second!
Judge:
What is it, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
The "motive", Herr Judge. Why did the little punk do it? Why did he kill the director of the Meraktis Clinic?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Not so fast! The defendant doesn't have to explain that!
Klavier:
Oh? But what if the defendant specifically requests to do so? As he did this morning? I want to "give a shout out to all my homeys!" I believe he said.
Judge:
Whaaaaat!?
Apollo:
(What is right!)
Trucy:
They always say that, on stage, you should hit the crowd with speed and ferocity! Sounds like he got you good, huh, Polly?
Judge:
Well, this is highly unusual. But... The court will now hear from the defendant concerning his motive in the crime!
Judge:
So... You, son, are the defendant... Wocky, are you?
Wocky:
I ain't your son, old man! You step to a Kitaki, you best be prepared to step strong!
Klavier:
You "step" to a public official, you'd best be prepared to step into jail.
Trucy:
You got to hand it to him, Wocky sure has guts!
Apollo:
(It's not his guts I'm worried about...)
Judge:
Well then, the court will now hear testimony on the defendant's motive... ...from the defendant himself!
Witness Testimony
-- Wocky Kitaki's "Truth" --
Wocky:
I'll tell you one thing, that doctor was a quacker!
Someone had to show him what's what!
I was in his clinic 'bout half a year ago. He messed up my op something bad.
And then he just lets me go, without a word. See ya later, bye!
So I gotta go in, get another doc to patch me up again!
That was the day I done figured it out. No O.G.'s gonna let that pass!
That's why I went to his pad that night, know what I'm saying!?
Judge:
You're saying you were one of the victim's patients...!?
Wocky:
Lotta stuff goes down when you're keeping it real on the street. Tru dat. I tell you one thing, that doc was wack!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, the defense may begin the cross-examination.
Apollo:
(I can't believe this is the first time I'm hearing about all of this...)
Cross Examination
-- Wocky Kitaki's "Truth" --
Wocky:
I'll tell you one thing, that doctor was a quacker!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
First of all, the word you're looking for is "quack". And isn't that a little harsh? He's your family doctor...
Wocky:
Who asked you, pointy-locks!? Just who do you think you are?
Apollo:
(Uh... your lawyer?)
Wocky:
Look, I ain't trying to hear that. He was a quacker, plain and simple.
Wocky:
Someone had to show him what's what!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
By "someone" you mean...? Was there anyone with a score to settle with this doctor? ...Besides you, I mean.
Wocky:
You better ask somebody else, homes. What do I care? I made up my own mind and did what had to be done. Straight gangsta-style!
Judge:
But... why were you so mad at this doctor?
Wocky:
Yo, sit back and listen while I drop it, J-man.
Wocky:
I was in his clinic 'bout half a year ago. He messed up my op something bad.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So you were a patient at the Meraktis Clinic half a year ago? For what reason?
Wocky:
I had what you might call a "mark of honor".
Klavier:
Can you explain precisely what was wrong?
Wocky:
We had a little run-in with the Rivales Family. That's when I pulled a jack move... ...and ran into an ambush. G busted a cap right in me.
Klavier:
According to my sources... you "couldn't stand the stress of waiting... ...and ran in 15 minutes before the appointed time." ...By yourself.
Wocky:
Hey, I was more than a match for those guys!
Judge:
So you were carried to the Meraktis Clinic from there?
Klavier:
Apparently, he was shot in the heart.
Apollo:
(Shot in the heart and he's still alive!?)
Trucy:
I can catch bullets between my teeth! But I never learned how to catch them with my heart!
Wocky:
The bullet stopped just short of my thumper, you know what I'm saying? I woulda been golden if it weren't for that wack doc! Can't even take out a stupid bullet!
Klavier:
...So, as you say, the surgery was a failure.
Wocky:
That ain't all of it, homes!
Wocky:
And then he just lets me go, without a word. See ya later, bye!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
What do you mean, he just let you go without a word?
Wocky:
What do you think it means!? It's wack, that's what!
Judge:
I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds bad...
Klavier:
It sounds as though Herr Doktor wished to hide his mistake... This is why he let the defendant go.
Wocky:
He's a liar, straight up! He's a badder G than me!
Wocky:
So I gotta go in, get another doc to patch me up again!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, this bullet is still...?
Wocky:
You know it! I can still feel it... Right there in my chest, pressin' up against my heart!
Klavier:
"Your words are like a bullet shot straight into my heart." ...or something to that effect? Incidentally, that's from one of our hit singles.
Judge:
Well, that sounds like a straightforward case of malpractice!
Wocky:
Word, J-man. Weren't no accident, that's fo' shizzle.
Wocky:
That was the day I done figured it out. No O.G.'s gonna let that pass!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You figured it out that day? So you had no idea until then?
Wocky:
For half a year, I didn't notice a thing.
Apollo:
Whaaaat!? You had a bullet in your chest and you didn't know!?
Wocky:
Heh! Takes more than a bullet to bring me down, homes!
Apollo:
(How many bullets does it take!?)
Wocky:
That's why I went to his pad that night, know what I'm saying!?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You "went to his pad"...? Did you have an appointment to meet with the victim? In the park, perhaps?
Wocky:
You out of your mind!? Who makes an appointment to get the drop on someone!? I came ready to fight my way into that clinic of his. Shortest way to the clinic from my place is through that park, know what I'm saying?
Apollo:
(...He's right. That does seem to be the shortest path.)
Wocky:
There I was, cold walking through the park... ...when he comes popping up out of nowhere, right before my eyes! I figured someone up on high was looking out for me, know what I'm saying?
Apollo:
(Unngh... This sounds bad right from the get-go.)
Trucy:
Well, there won't be any get-go if we don't get some more information!
Apollo:
(Right. First, gather the facts. Time enough for despair later!)
After pressing third, fourth, and fifth statements:
Judge:
Hmm... It seems that there were issues with this doctor.
Wocky:
Man, putting him down was like doing the world a favor!
Apollo:
Wocky! ...Please consult your lawyer before saying things like that...
Trucy:
Chin up, Apollo! Back straight!
Judge:
But, why did this mistake only come to light that day?
Klavier:
It was found during the Family health check-up.
Apollo:
The F-Family check-up?
Wocky:
That was the wackest thing of all! All us G's lining up, taking eye exams 'n' all that.
Wocky:
Better to die young than fade away, bizzzoy!
Klavier:
...A relief to hear.
Wocky:
Eh? Wh-What's a relief!?
Klavier:
Oh? Did your father not tell you? That bullet you carry so close to your heart... if not attended to immediately... ...It could kill you.
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaat!?
Klavier:
Yes, Herr Doktor Meraktis had knowledge concerning this ticking "time bomb" in you. Knowledge... that could have saved your life.
Wocky:
No way! Th-That's wacked!
Klavier:
There is proof. Your check-up report.
Wocky's Check-Up Report added to the Court Record.
Klavier:
...How ironic that you would kill the one man capable of helping you. You're almost as careless as he was! ...Ah ha ha ha.
Wocky:
......
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Well, now that the place is hopping... Let's get this gig started!
Judge:
S-Started...?
Klavier:
We've had enough of a warm-up act, ja? Time to hear from the witness!
Trucy:
...Wocky sure is quiet all of a sudden.
Apollo:
I'm a little uneasy myself. (Is this Gavin's strategy...?)
Klavier:
So. You will tell us your name and occupation.
Stickler:
My name... is Wesley Stickler. By "occupation" I take it you refer to some labor that "profits" society at large, and supports a livelihood under which definition I must confess to being "unemployed" however, we must acknowledge the meaning of "identity" which is commonly attached to this notion of "occupation", and once we have accepted this reality, we see that our confusion is not Gestalt, per se, but derives instead from the "vagueness" inherent in all representations of thoug--
Klavier:
By which he means to say that he is a student. A junior at Ivy University if I'm not mistaken?
Stickler:
Yes, in the Department of Science and Engineering. Filled with curiosity for all things, I spend my days in pursuit of truth, honing my...
Klavier:
Herr Stickler, please direct said curiosity to the case at hand today.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Stickler. Please testify to the court about what you saw on the night of the crime.
Stickler:
You ask, quite simplistically, "what I saw". However, we must understand that homo sapiens possess two eyes, each of these designed to receive and interpret data, sending images in the form of signals to the...
Witness Testimony
-- A Night in the Park --
Stickler:
That night, I passed through the park on my way home from shopping... when I saw them!
One man, pulling a stand. Another man, facing him.
I saw them quite clearly. The man facing the victim was the defendant.
In his hand he held... yes, a pistol! It was pointed at the man pulling the stand.
A shot! The bullet hit the man pulling the stand from the front, square in the forehead!
Judge:
Hmm... Was there anyone else in the park at that time?
Stickler:
I can say with 100% accuracy that there was not.
Klavier:
The pistol our witness refers to... is this.
Judge:
The court accepts this into evidence.
Pistol added to the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Pistol
Muzzle
Apollo:
Whoa! Don't point that thing to me!
Trucy:
Don't worry! I can handle myself around guns. Magic guns, at least. The ones that pigeons come out of.
Apollo:
...Very reassuring.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Justice, you may cross-examine the witness.
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
Uh... Trucy? Why are you staring like that at the witness?
Trucy:
That man... I can't help but feel I've seen him somewhere before.
Apollo:
...?
Cross Examination
-- A Night in the Park --
Stickler:
That night, I passed through the park on my way home from shopping... when I saw them!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
On the way home from shopping, you say? Why go through the park?
Stickler:
Ah, a fascinating inquiry. Revealing me culpable of being insufficiently verbose! Let us consider the time saved by passing through the park on the way home from the store: In that time I am capable of solving two GMAT problem sets. On average, it requires me 3 minutes, 24 seconds to complete one such set. Ergo the time to complete two is, on average, 6 minutes 48 seconds. However! In the case that the questions are in the verbal category, admittedly not m...
Apollo:
Th-That's enough! Enough. I get the idea.
Judge:
Mr. Justice! The court hopes to finish cross-examination sometime this month.
Klavier:
Please. I've a recording booked after this trial.
Trucy:
And I've got a show to perform.
Apollo:
(Gee, sorry you're all so busy!)
Stickler:
One man, pulling a stand. Another man, facing him.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Were these men talking, by any chance?
Stickler:
Ah, now that you mention it, they were, though I cannot claim I heard them clearly. Only fragments... such as, "You lied to me!" Oh, and... "I'm gonna give you a taste of your own medicine, pal."
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha! It's just as our defendant claims! I believe he wished to "teach" the victim what it felt like to take a bullet in the heart.
Judge:
If that's true, then this is a vital piece of testimony!
Apollo:
(Sounds like he heard them clearly enough to me!)
Hold it!
Stickler:
Might I be allowed to amend my testimony?
Apollo:
(Wh... What now!?)
Stickler:
To be precise, he did not say "pal" but "man". Yes, that was the way of it. I swear it on my diploma!
Apollo:
(What's the difference!?)
Klavier:
And this other man, who was he?
Stickler:
I saw them quite clearly. The man facing the victim was the defendant.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
How can you be so sure it was the defendant!? The crime took place at night! It would have been too dark!
Stickler:
...Perhaps I was remiss in not mentioning this earlier.
Apollo:
Huh?
Stickler:
You see, in class, I always sit in the very backmost seat. Do you know why?
Apollo:
(...Who cares!?)
Stickler:
Because I do not wish anyone to copy my perfect notes!
Judge:
...And this relates to your testimony how?
Stickler:
I mention this to illustrate my predisposition to that which is "perfect". It was dark, you say? Yet there are lights in the park. If I say the defendant was in the park that night, then he was in the park that night. It is a hard, immutable fact.
Trucy:
He sure is confident...
Apollo:
He seems to be telling the truth, too. *sigh*
Stickler:
In his hand he held... yes, a pistol! It was pointed at the man pulling the stand.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Are you sure the pistol you saw is the same as the one just submitted as evidence?
Stickler:
Am I "sure"? Surely... you jest! ...Or so a common witness would be tempted to say.
Apollo:
...Huh?
Stickler:
Yet I am no common witness. I see not only events as they are, but the logical structure governing these events! First, we must consider the fact that it was night in the park, which indeed restricted my field of vision due to insufficient levels of illumination. Now if we consider that the pistol, let us call it "Object A", was indeed shrouded in darkness it becomes difficult to say with certainty that Object A was indeed Object A.
Trucy:
I think he means he couldn't see it that clearly.
Apollo:
(My badge for a normal witness...)
Stickler:
Yet the fact that a pistol was fired before my eyes is indisputable. I can still see it when I close my eyes. The defendant raised his weapon...
Stickler:
A shot! The bullet hit the man pulling the stand from the front, square in the forehead!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Are you absolutely certain only one shot was fired?
Stickler:
Yes. Of course it was one shot. Why do you ask?
Apollo:
(Ah ha! A contradiction! Finally!) Mr. Stickler. According to the Court Record, the pistol was fired twice. A clear contradiction!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Good eyes, Herr Justice. You're cool. Real cool.
Apollo:
Eh? Y-You really think so?
Klavier:
Yet, there is no reason why this other shot had to have been fired that night.
Judge:
Meaning...?
Klavier:
This pistol came from the Kitaki Family mansion, ja? I think it's not unreasonable to assume the pistol had been fired once before that night. During, perhaps... another altercation?
Apollo:
(Ugh... He's got a point.)
Trucy:
Judging from his smug expression... ...I'd say Prosecutor Gavin had that answer ready before you even spotted the problem.
Present Meraktis' Autopsy Report
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Whew... If that's all of it, I think I have a chance."
Apollo:
(He seems pretty confident in his testimony.)
Trucy:
We always make the biggest mistakes when we're our most confident! He's got a weak point somewhere, Apollo! Find it!
Apollo:
(...Right! Better give that testimony another listen.)
Apollo:
(Whew... If that's all of it, I think I have a chance.)
Klavier:
Is that you... relaxing, I see, Herr Justice?
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, er... Ahem! Objection!!!
Judge:
...Once is quite enough, Mr. Justice.
Trucy:
Apollo! Pace yourself! This trial's not over yet!
Apollo:
Urk! Eh, right! Ahem, um, look at this!
Judge:
The... autopsy report? Is there a problem with the autopsy report?
Apollo:
Um, right, a problem... Problem... problem... Yes!!! The problem is the location of the entry wound!
Judge:
The location...?
Apollo:
You testified that the killer shot the victim "square in the forehead", did you not?
Stickler:
Ah, I have already determined your "angle" of inquiry. ...Allow me to explain. It
is quite simple, really: First, understand that when I say "square", I speak not of geometrical absolute. What do I mean by this? For example, the defection of a "meter" is 1,650,763.73 times the wavelength of the light emitted by a krypton particle, as we all know. In addition, it is a well known fact that krypton particles are rare, and invisible to the naked eye, which points to a basic fallacy in your line of reasoning, namely, that wh--
Judge:
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Yes?
Judge:
Was your objection to these, er, krypton particle things?
Klavier:
This is the big time, and you are obsessed with something so small? You disappoint me.
Apollo:
N-N-No! I'm obsessed with something big! I mean, there's a bigger, less nitpicky problem here!
Judge:
Do tell...
Apollo:
Just look at the autopsy report! The location of the entry wound was... ...the right temple!
Stickler:
T-Temple...?
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you said quite clearly that the victim was shot "square in the forehead"! That's a contradiction! ...Isn't it? (It is, right? Finally!)
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Herr Justice... Oh, Herr Justice...
Apollo:
Yes...?
Klavier:
Your tactics are outdated. Trying to shake the witness by objecting to trifles? Surely you haven't forgotten the fatal wound your master suffered seven years ago? Phoenix Wright... was it?
Apollo:
...! Look, I know the wound was in the wrong place according to this testimony!
Stickler:
Nyurk...!
Klavier:
Hey, Herr Forehead...
Apollo:
...! (F... "Forehead"!?)
Klavier:
Let us imagine you are walking through the park. You see two men facing each other. One with a pistol trained on the other. ...What would you do, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
Well, I... I guess... I would try to stop them. I'd probably shout, "Stop!"
Klavier:
And you, Fräulein?
Trucy:
M-Me? Well... I'd probably scream, "Eeeeeek!"
Klavier:
And you, Herr Stickler? What did you shout, I wonder?
Apollo:
Ack...! (If the victim turned his head at the last moment...*gulp*)
Stickler:
...Ah yes. Thank you for jogging my memory.
Judge:
It sounds like an addendum to the testimony is required.
Witness Testimony
-- A Night in the Park 2 --
Stickler:
As soon as the killer raised his pistol, I took action.
"Cease this at once, you two!" I cried... with composure.
The victim turned in the direction of my voice... and a shot rang out.
Whereupon our cowardly killer, the defendant, appeared to have become frightened.
Tossing the pistol aside, he fled from the scene.
Judge:
I see... So you attempted to stop the crime.
Stickler:
Indeed. ...With composure.
Trucy:
Well, maybe the criminal wouldn't have fired if he hadn't shouted like that.
Apollo:
Th-That doesn't really matter now, unfortunately.
Klavier:
Let us consider this new testimony, shall we? ...Observe the diagram, if you would. The witness... Mr. Stickler, was it? Stood here. He shouted, "Oh stop! Please!" or something of this nature. And the victim responded by looking in the witness's direction! If the killer were to have fired at just that moment... As we can see, the bullet would have struck the right temple, as in the report.
Judge:
That does seem to be the case.
Stickler:
Witness the power of a Junior in Ivy University's Department of Science!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice, you may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- A Night in the Park 2 --
Stickler:
As soon as the killer raised his pistol, I took action.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So you saw a raised pistol... Weren't you frightened?
Stickler:
It can be said we students of Ivy University know no fear. The moment I saw that pistol, my inner sense of justice compelled me to take action!
Judge:
That was certainly brave of you. You might have gotten shot!
Stickler:
Eh!?
Klavier:
You certainly were lucky. If I were in the killer's shoes, I certainly wouldn't have left a witness behind.
Stickler:
......!
Trucy:
He actually looks like he had no idea he was in danger.
Stickler:
R-Regardless, I attempted to halt the bloodshed!
Stickler:
"Cease this at once, you two!" I cried... with composure.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Are you sure both men were able to hear your voice?
Stickler:
They were, of course. My high, exquisite voice echoed through the park.
Klavier:
And the victim responded to that clarion call...
Stickler:
Quite.
Stickler:
The victim turned in the direction of my voice... and a shot rang out.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Did you hear the gunshot at the same time as the victim turned?
Stickler:
Indeed. I would say "about" the same time, to be precise.
Apollo:
And the victim didn't ask you for help?
Stickler:
It can be said that he didn't have time to ask. He didn't even have time to take a single step.
Trucy:
I'm totally sure that the killer fired because Mr. Stickler startled him.
Apollo:
Don't say that too loud, Trucy, please...
Stickler:
Whereupon our cowardly killer, the defendant, appeared to have become frightened.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Can you describe the killer's actions more clearly?
Stickler:
He seemed quite surprised, especially considering that it was he who did the deed! As we can see, human psychology is a tangled web, indeed.
Klavier:
He simply couldn't believe what he had done. He shot, he panicked. A common tale, but true.
Stickler:
Unfortunately, before I could take further action...
Stickler:
Tossing the pistol aside, he fled from the scene.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You didn't try to apprehend the criminal?
Stickler:
It all happened so fast, I'm afraid I hadn't the time.
Trucy:
Doesn't something about that strike you as odd, Apollo?
Apollo:
...! What?
Trucy:
The killer was in a hurry, right? He fired the pistol, and tossed it right away...
Apollo:
According to the testimony, that's what happened, yes.
Trucy:
In that case, I'd expect to find something that we didn't find!
Apollo:
(Find "something"? Find what?)
Present Pistol
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Wait a second!
Sticker:
Tsk, tsk, another misleading request. Yet you're so beholden to your own mode of "discourse" you can't see how it affects you!
Apollo:
Um... come again?
Stickler:
Wait a "second", you say? A "second"? Are we intended to wait just that, a single second, one sixtieth of a minute? That's hardly enough time to draw a breath, let alone make a statement in court! Now, had you asked for a longer period of time, say, 3 minutes, 35 seconds, th--
Judge:
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Am I to understand you are objecting to the length of a second?
Apollo:
Yes! I mean, no! Here, just look at the pistol! It doesn't have a single fingerprint on it!
Stickler:
Ah, a common ploy, made all the more common, I fear, by the prevalence of television. Criminals these days are loathe to leave fingerprints.
Apollo:
Wait! But you said the killer tossed the gun and ran!
Trucy:
That's right! He didn't have time to wipe the gun for prints!
Stickler:
...!
Klavier:
Ah, the little girl sticking it to the university student. There's a song in there...
Trucy:
I'm not little!
Klavier:
A ha ha ha... Then let's think like adults, shall we, Fräulein?
Trucy:
Eh...?
Klavier:
What if the killer... the defendant, was wearing gloves?
Trucy:
... Gotta admit, I didn't think of that, Apollo.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(Could the killer have been wearing gloves...?)
I guess...
Apollo:
(If he was wearing gloves, there wouldn't be prints...) ... (C'mon Justice, you've gotta come up with something...!)
Judge:
Is there something you want to tell the court, Mr. Justice?
Klavier:
His silence speaks louder than words, Herr Judge. He can think of nothing... nein?
Apollo:
I g-guess he could have been wearing gloves. (...I guess.)
Judge:
Then let's continue with the testimony. If you would.
Stickler:
...My pleasure, Your Honor. A small pleasure, but still.
Leads back to cross-examination
No way
Leads to:
"The record of the murder weapon is very clear about one thing:"
Trucy:
I liked that contradiction. Kinda sad to see it go.
Apollo:
Not as sad as I feel. What do we do now?
Trucy:
At least the testimony's getting a little clearer.
Apollo:
(She's right! Maybe I can find something to use in this new testimony.)
Apollo:
The record of the murder weapon is very clear about one thing: The fingerprints were "wiped" which means some trace of prints remained! Which contradicts your testimony! If everything happened as you say it did, he wouldn't have had time to wipe the pistol!
Stickler:
...That may be. But it does not change what I saw. The killer... the defendant... He threw down the murderous weapon from his hand and fled.
Judge:
Hmm...
Stickler:
And this pistol was found at the scene of the crime. Strongly suggesting that this was the weapon he disposed of!
Klavier:
That sounds solid to me. Well, Herr Forehead? Any of your precious "objections"?
Apollo:
...
Trucy:
What gives, Apollo!? Let's see that voice training go to work!
Apollo:
You know, I've only recently realized something. No matter how much you train your voice, it doesn't matter if you have nothing to say.
Trucy:
What do you mean, "nothing to say"!? Isn't it obvious from what the witness just said?
Apollo:
Huh? Isn't what obvious?
Trucy:
When he re-stated what he saw just now, he said he saw Wocky drop a "murderous weapon". But that's not the same as being 100% sure of what Wocky threw away!
Apollo:
You're right!
Trucy:
He's just confused because a pistol was found at the scene! Poor Mr. Stickler... It must be hard to be so perfect, and yet so wrong.
Stickler:
W-Well! It can be said that I'm quite offended! While it is, indeed, true that once, in my youth, I wrote a love letter in my own blood that was seized by the teacher and posted on the blackboard for all to see, and for this the appellation "poor" might as well be prefixed to my name, yet as for the issue at ha--
Judge:
What we can say for certain is that the witness saw the killer throw "something"... Does the defense have anything to say about this?
Trucy:
Well, if what he threw wasn't a pistol...
Apollo:
Then it had to be something else!
Klavier:
At least one person on the defense team seems to be thinking.
Apollo:
(Grr... I'll wipe that smile off your pretty face, Gavin!)
Judge:
Perhaps you can inform the court as to the nature of this "something else"? What did the killer throw away before fleeing the scene?
Present Knife
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Is that... a sword?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
What the witness really saw... was this! Or... something like it.
Judge:
... Penalty.
Apollo:
(That didn't even warrant a wise-crack, did it.)
Judge:
Perhaps you'd like to try that again, Mr. Justice?
Leads back to:
"What did the killer throw away before fleeing the scene?"
Judge:
Is that... a sword? I saw one of those on the late night movie last night!
Apollo:
(Great, a sleep-deprived judge...) This knife was found at the scene of the crime... with the defendant's prints on it.
Judge:
His prints!
Apollo:
This single piece of evidence proves two important things: One, that what the defendant threw down wasn't a pistol. Two, that the defendant wasn't wearing gloves!
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed!
Klavier:
Oh, Herr Forehead? You're forgetting two other things you've just proven.
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
One, that the man the witness saw was the defendant, Mr. Wocky Kitaki. Two, that the defendant was holding a knife, with the intent of harming the victim!
Apollo:
Oh.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed!
Apollo:
(Grr... Never underestimate a Gavin is the lesson here.)
Judge:
This court is of the opinion that our witness is fond of making assumptions. In that light, I believe it would behoove us to hear about what really occurred... ...with less assuming, please!
Stickler:
It is always the same with you people. "Mark left the house on foot, and five minutes later, his brother left after him. How long would it take for Mark's brother to catch up to him... ...assuming that Mark never had to stop for a traffic light!" "Assuming"... Yes, that's what I said. "Assuming"! As if that were a probable situation at all! Yet here you are "assuming" that my "assumption" is no better!
Judge:
Ahem. What this court "assumes"... ...is that the witness will testify as to what happened after the shot was fired!
Witness Testimony
-- From Shot to Call --
Stickler:
I could not prevent the killer from leaving the scene.
Nor could I simply leave the scene in good conscience.
Ergo! I used my cell phone to call the police.
Until the police arrived at the scene 10 minutes later, I saw no one else.
Apollo:
Why didn't you chase the killer?
Stickler:
He was, as you say, a killer. Of course, I could have run him down, yet what would he have done when cornered? Sadly, it takes more than an aptitude for solving quadratic equations to know that.
Judge:
Hmm...
Klavier:
Did the testimony earlier not prove the defendant's presence at the scene? And do we not also now know that there was no one else there? ...It seems clear that we have our killer. Does it not?
Judge:
Does it not, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(I'd better find a way to take this testimony down quick!)
Cross Examination
-- From Shot to Call --
Stickler:
I could not prevent the killer from leaving the scene.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Which way did the killer run?
Stickler:
By that time, it was clear the killer had noticed me. Naturally, he ran in the opposite direction.
Apollo:
(That would mean he ran in the opposite direction from the Kitaki mansion...)
Klavier:
Achtung! Don't even think about pointing out that he was going away from his home. All he had to do was loop back once he was out of sight.
Apollo:
(Ugh... How did he know that's where I was going...?)
Trucy:
...
After pressing all other statements
Apollo:
(Argh! I can't find a single problem with that testimony!)
Klavier:
...Had enough at last, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to back off a bit...?)
Yes
Leads to:
"Nnk...!"
No
Apollo:
The defense still has some questions that demand answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney until he's satisfied, I say. I will amuse myself by composing my next smash hit in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
After pressing all other statements (subsequent times)
Apollo:
(Maybe there isn't anything left to unravel in this testimony after all...)
Klavier:
Some of us have glamorous careers we'd like to get back to this month, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
(...They don't have enough to put Wocky away yet. Should I back off for now?)
Yes
Leads to:
"Nnk...!"
No
Apollo:
The defense still has some questions that demand answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney until he's satisfied, I say. I will amuse myself by composing my next smash hit in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
Stickler:
Nor could I simply leave the scene in good conscience.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You were certainly composed for someone who had just witnessed a killing.
Stickler:
If one is to devote one's life to the pursuit of science... ...one must never flinch at the sight of a little blood. Nor be so moved by a chemical discovery that one drops one's flask upon the lab room floor.
Klavier:
Oooh, cool answer. Very cool.
Apollo:
(Hmm... So nothing strange about how he acted...)
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
(Trucy looks like she has something to say...)
After pressing all other statements
Apollo:
(Argh! I can't find a single problem with that testimony!)
Klavier:
...Had enough at last, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to back off a bit...?)
Yes
Leads to:
"Nnk...!"
No
Apollo:
The defense still has some questions that demand answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney until he's satisfied, I say. I will amuse myself by composing my next smash hit in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
After pressing all other statements (subsequent times)
Apollo:
(Maybe there isn't anything left to unravel in this testimony after all...)
Klavier:
Some of us have glamorous careers we'd like to get back to this month, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
(...They don't have enough to put Wocky away yet. Should I back off for now?)
Yes
Leads to:
"Nnk...!"
No
Apollo:
The defense still has some questions that demand answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney until he's satisfied, I say. I will amuse myself by composing my next smash hit in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
Stickler:
Ergo! I used my cell phone to call the police.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Wasn't your first thought to call an ambulance?
Stickler:
It can be said that I have dabbled in medicine... The injury I witnessed, namely a single shot to the head, tends to result in death. Ergo, there was no need for me to call an ambulance! Oh... a perfect syllogism... A proof in three parts! Exquisite! Simply exquisite!
Apollo:
(...He actually looks like he's going to cry.)
Trucy:
...
After pressing all other statements
Apollo:
(Argh! I can't find a single problem with that testimony!)
Klavier:
...Had enough at last, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to back off a bit...?)
Yes
Leads to:
"Nnk...!"
No
Apollo:
The defense still has some questions that demand answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney until he's satisfied, I say. I will amuse myself by composing my next smash hit in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
After pressing all other statements (subsequent times)
Apollo:
(Maybe there isn't anything left to unravel in this testimony after all...)
Klavier:
Some of us have glamorous careers we'd like to get back to this month, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
(...They don't have enough to put Wocky away yet. Should I back off for now?)
Yes
Leads to:
"Nnk...!"
No
Apollo:
The defense still has some questions that demand answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney until he's satisfied, I say. I will amuse myself by composing my next smash hit in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
Stickler:
Until the police arrived at the scene 10 minutes later, I saw no one else.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Can you tell us in detail about these 10 minutes?
Stickler:
I stood in a state of heightened awareness. Anything could happen at any moment. Anyone could appear from any direction! ...
Apollo:
Is... that all?
Stickler:
No one came. Nothing happened at all. I saw it all, which is to say... I saw nothing.
Judge:
It was late at night. It's not odd to think there would be few people around in the park.
Apollo:
(So he just stood there, watching? Hmm... Not much to go on there.)
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
(... Trucy, if you've got something to say, by all means, say it!)
After pressing all other statements
Apollo:
(Argh! I can't find a single problem with that testimony!)
Klavier:
...Had enough at last, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to back off a bit...?)
Yes
Leads to:
"Nnk...!"
No
Apollo:
The defense still has some questions that demand answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney until he's satisfied, I say. I will amuse myself by composing my next smash hit in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
After pressing all other statements (subsequent times)
Apollo:
(Maybe there isn't anything left to unravel in this testimony after all...)
Klavier:
Some of us have glamorous careers we'd like to get back to this month, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
(...They don't have enough to put Wocky away yet. Should I back off for now?)
Yes
Leads to:
"Nnk...!"
No
Apollo:
The defense still has some questions that demand answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney until he's satisfied, I say. I will amuse myself by composing my next smash hit in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
Apollo:
(This witness is way too self-assured! There's got to be a weakness somewhere in this testimony!)
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
Nnk...! (Argh! There's nothing fishy about that testimony at all!)
Judge:
It appears there are no objections to the witness's current testimony.
Klavier:
There are any number of ways to explain the lack of prints on the pistol, I assure you. Perhaps the killer really was wearing gloves which wiped the previous user's prints off. Then, after the deed was done, this fell out of his pocket as he was throwing the gun away. A mistake befitting of a small-time punk, in my opinion.
Apollo:
No... Nooooooooooo!
Judge:
It seems we've come to the end of the line here.
Apollo:
(No... that can't be all!)
Klavier:
How unfortunate. It seems that you weren't cut out to stand on the same stage as me. Were you, Herr Forehead?
Judge:
I believe this brings the cross-examination to a close. This court will now declare a verdict for the defendant, Wocky Kitaki.
Hold it!
???:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
T-Trucy!?
???:
Nobody move!
Judge:
Wh-What's the meaning of this? Who are you!?
Klavier:
...
???:
There'll be no verdict in this court... Not yet!
Apollo:
Wait... Are you... one of the Kitakis!?
Judge:
The Kitakis!? You mean the notorious gangsters!?
???:
If you don't want to see me give the pretty little girl a new smile, do as I say! Adjourn the court for twenty minutes!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaat!? Th-This court will not bow to pressure from the likes of...
Klavier:
...Herr Judge.
Judge:
...!
Klavier:
I see little point in further aggravating this gentleman.
Judge:
Urk! Hmm...
???:
Recess, twenty minutes. Or I promise you, you'll regret it.
Apollo:
W-Wait! (How'd he disappear so fast!?)
Trucy:
...Come to the defendant lobby, Apollo!!!...
Judge:
...I suppose I have no choice but to adjourn for a twenty minute recess! Bailiff! Catch that mysterious man!
To be continued.
June 16, 11:17 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Apollo:
Trucy! Trucy!?
???:
...You move quick, Apollo. Good show, good show!
Apollo:
T... Trucy! You're OK! I-I thought... *sniff* *sob* *bawl*
Trucy:
D-Don't cry, Apollo!
Apollo:
Grr... Those good-for-nothing gangsters! There are some things you just don't do! I'm pressing charges!
Trucy:
Wait! Just calm down, Apollo! Or else...
Apollo:
Aaaaaugh! Wh-Wh-What the heck is that!?
Trucy:
Surprised? This is one of my best tricks! The Amazing Mr. Hat!
Mr. Hat:
You look mahvelous, dahling!
Apollo:
...
Trucy:
He's a big hit on stage at the Wonder Bar!
Mr. Hat:
Yes. I am a big hit. Ha ha ha.
Trucy:
Well, what do you think? Do ya like it!?
Apollo:
You mean you... Trucy! There are some things you just don't do! I... I'm pressing charges!
Trucy:
Apollo! Now is not the time to be threatening me! It's you who's being threatened here!
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
Remember what you said to Wocky's father yesterday? You promised you'd save his son!
Apollo:
B-But that testimony was rock solid! What are you suggesting I do?
Trucy:
Look, once the judge declares a verdict, it's all over. If I can use my talent to stop that from happening, I will!
Apollo:
Trucy, no more staged abductions, please...
Trucy:
I'm not talking about magic, Apollo! I know when the witness isn't confident... I can perceive what he's feeling! It might not mean anything, but it's all we've got...
Apollo:
You can see... what he's "feeling"?
Trucy:
Think back, Apollo. Think back to the times when there was a contradiction in his testimony! All the times!
Apollo:
All the times there was a contradiction...?
I remember
Apollo:
Well, I think I remember them, sure...
Leads to:
"There were two times when he made statements he wasn't confident in."
I don't remember
Apollo:
Um... Actually, I don't remember them exactly.
Trucy:
Good thing I do!
Leads to:
"There were two times when he made statements he wasn't confident in."
Trucy:
There were two times when he made statements he wasn't confident in. And each time, there was a contradiction.
Stickler:
In his hand he held.. yes, a pistol! It was pointed at the man pulling the stand.
Stickler:
Tossing the pistol aside, he fled from the scene.
Trucy:
He said the man tossed aside a pistol... But it turned out he wasn't sure, and sure enough, there was a contradiction.
Apollo:
Well, that's true, but how does that help us?
Trucy:
Didn't you notice anything? Whenever he made a statement he wasn't confident in... ...he displayed a certain habit!
Stickler:
In his hand he held... yes, a pistol! It was pointed at the man pulling the stand.
Trucy:
Did you see it? The very moment he said the word "pistol"... ...his fingers got all tense, and he fiddled with the corner of a page in his book!
Apollo:
How'm I supposed to see that!?
Trucy:
Well, I could see it. How else do you think Daddy went seven years without losing a game of poker?
Apollo:
Wha--!?
Trucy:
I always sat next to Daddy during big matches. I could see what his opponents were feeling!
Apollo:
You mean that's how Mr. Wright won all those games?
Trucy:
It's not cheating, officially. I wasn't looking at their hands or anything. And I wasn't there all the time, either. Daddy's quite good at poker, after all. But not good enough to go undefeated that long!
Apollo:
Great, so he cheated. But what does that do for us? (I don't believe this...)
Trucy:
You have to listen to his testimony one more time! No... scratch that! You have to watch his testimony! Perceive the truth!
Apollo:
"Watch" a testimony? "Perceive" the truth? The only thing I'm perceiving is that I'm going to lose.
Trucy:
Not true!
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
Daddy said so. He said you have the power, Apollo.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright said that? (Watch the testimony... Perceive his true feelings... Is she serious!?)
Trucy:
Time's up! Sorry I can't think of any other way out of this one, Apollo.
Apollo:
(What was that she said before the trial started?)
Apollo:
Huh... Mr. Wright's not here today?
Trucy:
He said his old foot injury was acting up. Yes, he smiled when he said we'd be fine "as long as you're there, Trucy".
Apollo:
(Is this what he meant by us being "fine"...? Well... methods aside, she did avoid one guilty verdict already today. Time to show this court what I'm made of! Get ready for Justice!) ...Let's do it.
Trucy:
Apollo... 
Apollo:
You know, I'm starting to think I can do this.
Trucy:
...I knew you could do it all along! Oh, one more thing.
Apollo:
?
Trucy:
Try to cover for Mr. Hat as best you can!
Mr. Hat:
I just flew in from the coast, and boy are my arms tired!
Apollo:
Right... (*sigh*)
June 16, 11:40 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is now back in session.
Apollo:
Right! We're fine!
Judge:
...... Ahem. I'd like to say to the young lady standing next to you, Mr. Justice...
Trucy:
Oh, you mean me?
Judge:
Don't you have anything to report? Anything... concerning the mysterious phantom in the silk top hat?
Apollo:
Ah! Right! Him! Don't worry about him. I settled that.
Judge:
You "settled" that...?
Apollo:
Erm, yes, it was an... out of court settlement! Right.
Klavier:
Perhaps Fräulein would have us believe it was nothing more than a passing dream... ...a fantastic illusion, now you see it, now you don't. Am I right?
Trucy:
...I think he's on to me.
Apollo:
I wish he would stop being so... so cool.
Klavier:
Let us dispense with these niceties and get straight to the matter. What are your plans for our gifted witness?
Apollo:
R-Right... The defense would like to request another cross-examination! B-Because... Because I forgot to ask something.
Judge:
There was no issue with the witness's previous testimony. I will grant your request, however. But this court will not permit stalling for time!
Apollo:
...Understood, Your Honor.
Trucy:
Don't forget, Apollo! When he isn't sure about something, he has a habit of fiddling with his book!
Witness Testimony
-- From Shot to Call --
Stickler:
I could not prevent the killer from leaving the scene.
Nor could I simply leave the scene in good conscience.
Ergo! I used my cell phone to call the police.
Until the police arrived at the scene 10 minutes later, I saw no one else.
Apollo:
(I'm not sure I'm qualified to "watch" testimonies after all...)
Trucy:
Focus, Apollo! Find his weak spot!
Apollo:
(Focus... If only it were that easy! My ears hear what he says, my eyes see his expression. Do I have to do something more? What other senses do I have!?)
BRACELET THUMPS
Apollo:
(W-What's this...? My bracelet...?)
BRACELET THUMPS
Apollo:
(What's going on? My bracelet feels different somehow...!)
Trucy:
I think Daddy was right! You can see it, can't you, Apollo? You're almost there! Find the weak spot in his testimony!
Apollo:
(I know this sounds crazy... But my bracelet is trying to tell me something!)
Cross Examination
-- From Shot to Call --
Stickler:
I could not prevent the killer from leaving the scene.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Which way did the killer run?
Stickler:
By that time, it was clear the killer had noticed me. Naturally, he ran in the opposite direction.
Apollo:
(That would mean he ran in the opposite direction from the Kitaki mansion...)
Klavier:
Achtung! Don't even think about pointing out that he was going away from his home. All he had to do was loop back once he was out of sight.
Apollo:
(Ugh... How did he know that's where I was going...?)
Stickler:
Nor could I simply leave the scene in good conscience.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You were certainly composed for someone who had just witnessed a killing.
Stickler:
If one is to devote one's life to the pursuit of science... ...one must never flinch at the sight of a little blood. Nor be so moved by a chemical discovery that one drops one's flask upon the lab room floor.
Klavier:
Oooh, cool answer. Very cool.
Apollo:
(Hmm... So nothing strange about how he acted...)
Stickler:
Ergo! I used my cell phone to call the police.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"So, you called immediately after witnessing the murder?"
Stickler:
Until the police arrived at the scene 10 minutes later, I saw no one else.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Can you tell us in detail about these 10 minutes?
Stickler:
I stood in a state of heightened awareness. Anything could happen at any moment. Anyone could appear from any direction! ...
Apollo:
Is... that all?
Stickler:
No one came. Nothing happened at all. I saw it all, which is to say... I saw nothing.
Judge:
It was late at night. It's not odd to think there would be few people around in the park.
Apollo:
(So he just stood there, watching? Hmm... Not much to go on there.)
Trucy:
Don't forget, Apollo. You have to focus to perceive the truth!
Apollo:
(I'm not sure I entirely understand this just yet. But I have "perceived" one thing... My bracelet is reacting to his testimony... this has to be the key!)
Apollo:
So, you called immediately after witnessing the murder?
Stickler:
The police undoubtedly have a record of the call. Why not check with them?
Trucy:
Wait, Apollo! This has to be it!
Apollo:
Wait, you mean his habit?
Trucy:
Don't forget, Apollo! When he isn't sure about something, he has a habit of fiddling with his book!
Apollo:
(The only time he even had the book open was here... Which means this is the place to look for this "habit"!) I... don't know how I know, but I know.
Trucy:
...Know what?
Apollo:
It's my bracelet, it's different, somehow. I can feel it reacting to something about the witness!
Trucy:
Your... bracelet?
Apollo:
I'm not sure I get this "focus" stuff you were talking about, Trucy. But... I have a feeling that trusting my bracelet is the way to go. (OK, I just need to touch my bracelet as it reacts to the testimony...)
Touch bracelet
Leads to:
"Wh-What's going on!?"
Apollo:
Wh-What's going on!? (I can see the witness's face, his expression so clearly! I-It's filling my mind! I can see nothing else, hear nothing else!)
Trucy:
Apollo?
Apollo:
Trucy! What's happening to me!?
Trucy:
This is what I meant by "focusing".
Apollo:
Focusing...
Trucy:
In this state, you can see everything, Apollo! Everything the witness does!
Apollo:
Th-That's great, but this is kind of freaking me out!
Trucy:
Just look for Mr. Stickler's twitch -- his habit. You remember it, right?
Apollo:
Sure! When he says something he's not sure of, he fiddles with a page of his book.
Trucy:
You got it! Right now, you're looking at the witness's face. ...And your eyes are sort of bugging out.
Apollo:
(I'll bet they are.)
Trucy:
First, move your focus of attention down to Mr. Stickler's hand.
Apollo:
His hand...?
Trucy:
You know what to look for now, but you have to be looking at the right place.
Apollo:
(She's right. I can only see his face like this... Time to try changing my viewpoint!)
Focus hand
Leads to:
"Perfect! Now you're really ready!"
Trucy:
Perfect! Now you're really ready!
Apollo:
Ready... for what?
Trucy:
Ready to perceive the truth behind the twitch!
Apollo:
Perceive...
Trucy:
Try listening to the witness talk as you focus. Then watch for his habit.
Apollo:
Right... You mean when he fiddles with the page!
Trucy:
That's right! That's your signal to look closer, to perceive! Find his weak spot and I guarantee we'll be able to give him the Royal Flush!
Apollo:
Spoken like a true poker head's daughter.
Trucy:
I'm a magician, thank you very much.
Apollo:
(So I have to pay attention to his words... and his fingers!)
Trucy:
Don't worry if you miss it, you can always try again!
Apollo:
(Right! Look out nervous twitch, here comes Justice!)
Perceive hand twitch on "I used my cell phone"
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Leads to:
"............"
Perceive wrong area
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Trucy:
A-Apollo! That's not it!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh... I guess I'm kind of lost here.
Trucy:
Remember his habit: He fiddles with the pages of his book! The word he's saying right when you see his fingers twitch is the key!
Apollo:
(OK, so I have to watch for his fingers to move. Got it.)
Trucy:
And don't worry about getting it perfect your first time. You can always try again!
Leads back to perceive section
Apollo:
............ (I... I saw it! Just now... I could see it!)
Judge:
M-Mr. Justice? Do you have something to say?
Stickler:
A-all this b-banging of desks! I-It's quite bad for my circulation, you know.
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler... Allow me to ask you a simple question. Why did you fiddle with the page of your book just now? ...The very moment you mentioned your cell phone!?
Stickler:
Wh-Wh-What are you talking about!?
Apollo:
I'm curious now about this cell phone of yours... Mind if I ask a few questions? (Hmm... What to ask, What to ask...)
Ask for his number
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler... Tell me your phone number!
Stickler:
Urk!? Wh-Why? Whatever for?
Klavier:
...Why not? You have something against making friends?
Judge:
...What does this witness's cell phone number have to do with the case?
Stickler:
Absolutely nothing! This is a... an invasion of my privacy!
Judge:
Hmm... Seeing you grimace like that makes me wonder about your cell phone, too. The witness will present his cell phone number to the court.
Stickler:
Waaaugh!
Apollo:
Trucy... Do you have your cell phone?
Trucy:
Sure do!
Apollo:
Try dialing the number that he gives us.
Trucy:
You want me to call Mr. Stickler's phone?
Judge:
This... is all highly irregular.
Trucy:
H-Hey! My pocket's ringing! Wait! This is the phone from yesterday!
Apollo:
Look... a cell phone.
Trucy:
Someone dropped it beneath this tire! If the car moved, it would be crushed for sure!
Apollo:
Hmm... I wonder if it belongs to the doctor here?
Apollo:
How strange, Mr. Stickler.
Stickler:
...!
Apollo:
Can you explain why your cell phone is sitting here in my assistant's hand!?
Leads to:
"Wait a minute! What is the meaning of this!?"
Ask to see his phone
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, please show me your cell phone!
Stickler:
Urk!? Wh-Why? Whatever for?
Apollo:
Show me, and you'll find out.
Stickler:
W-Well I can't! I don't have it, you see.
Judge:
You don't have it...?
Apollo:
...Mr. Stickler. Is this your cell phone?
Stickler:
Yeeeeow! Wh-Where did you get that!?
Trucy:
That's the phone from yesterday!
Apollo:
Look... a cell phone.
Trucy:
Someone dropped it beneath this tire! If the car moved, it would be crushed for sure!
Apollo:
Hmm... I wonder if it belongs to the doctor here?
Apollo:
How strange, Mr. Stickler.
Stickler:
...!
Apollo:
Can you explain why your cell phone is sitting here in my hand at this very moment?
Leads to:
"Wait a minute! What is the meaning of this!?"
Ask what model of phone
Apollo:
I was wondering... Can you tell me what model of cell phone you own?
Stickler:
Urk!? Wh-Why? Whatever for?
Klavier:
Why not tell him? It's not some matter of national security, I'm sure. Nor does it have anything to do with this case! Take it to the lobby, gentlemen.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, our current market is flooded with generic-brand cell phones. Please ask questions with a little regard for market trends, please.
Trucy:
...Who would have guessed the judge was up on his cell phone industry trends?
Apollo:
Who would have guessed I'd get chewed out for asking a simple question...?
Leads back to:
"Hmm... What to ask, What to ask..."
Judge:
Wait a minute! What is the meaning of this!?
Apollo:
This cell phone was found yesterday... ...in the Meraktis Clinic garage!
Judge:
The Meraktis... Why, that's where the victim lived!
Stickler:
Yeeeeeerrgh! Th-That's impossible!
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you lied to the court, didn't you? If your cell phone is here, how could you have called the police!?
Stickler:
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeouk!
Stickler:
It... It's true. I didn't have my cell phone that night. That is why it can be said that I called the police from a public pay phone.
Judge:
A pay phone! So you didn't call on your cell phone after all...
Apollo:
Just where was this pay phone located, Mr. Stickler!?
Stickler:
Well, to indicate it with a startlingly high degree of accuracy... ...it was right around here.
Judge:
That's... quite a ways from the park. But... But why did you lie?
Apollo:
There can be only one reason. He didn't want the court to know he had lost his cell phone. Because it was found... ...in the victim's garage!
Stickler:
Wh-Wh-What are you saying!?
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler... You broke into the Meraktis Clinic garage on the night of the murder! This cell phone tells all!
Stickler:
B-But that's ridiculous! That makes it sound like... Like I snuck into this fellow's garage to commit some crime! As though I were trying to kill him!
Judge:
Well, Dr. Meraktis was killed that night.
Stickler:
W-Well y-yes, but no! This line of reasoning has to be against the rules! Yes, it's true! I lost my cell phone! But you can't prove that I lost it that night!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Justice? If that cell phone was dropped the night of the murder... ...it does raise considerable suspicions as to a connection with the crime.
Trucy:
Now's your chance, Apollo! Connect Mr. Stickler to the crime!
Apollo:
Oh, he's already connected enough. I just have to prove it. (Well... Do I have a piece of evidence that can do the job? Can I prove the cell phone was dropped on the night of the murder?)
Show evidence
Apollo:
Of course I have evidence!
Klavier:
Ooh, I like your swagger, Herr Forehead. Hit it.
Judge:
The court will see this evidence. Mr. Justice, "hit it", as they say!
Leads to:
"The evidence that proves the cell phone was dropped on the night of the murder is:"
No evidence
Apollo:
(Evidence... If only I had some evidence, it'd make this whole thing a lot easier.)
Judge:
Care to explain the lack of confidence smeared across your face, Mr. Justice?
Klavier:
Oh, Herr Forehead... I think it should be clear by now. "No evidence" means "no case".
Apollo:
(Ack! I guess this is it, then. Time to go for broke!)
Leads to:
"The evidence that proves the cell phone was dropped on the night of the murder is:"
Apollo:
The evidence that proves the cell phone was dropped on the night of the murder is:
Present Mirror
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That's... a side-view mirror?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
No comment, Herr Judge.
Judge:
No dice, Mr. Justice. Penalty.
Trucy:
Apollo! Remember where we found that cell phone! If it had fallen on the ground before that night...
Apollo:
(That's right! The cell phone would have been crushed!) Your Honor! One more chance, please!
Judge:
Mr. Justice, keep this up and you'll run yourself out of a life's worth of chances!
Leads back to:
"The evidence that proves the cell phone was dropped on the night of the murder is:"
Judge:
That's... a side-view mirror?
Apollo:
As it so happens... Dr. Meraktis's car was in an accident... ...that took place the night of the murder!
Stickler:
An accident!?
Apollo:
An accident. It happened a little after 9 PM, just outside People Park... our murder scene. Dr. Meraktis's car hit a pedestrian!
Stickler:
Wh-What are you trying to say?
Apollo:
From the absence of a mirror, it's clear that the car was parked after the accident. Which means it was parked there after 9 PM on the night of the murder. If your cell phone had been dropped before the car was parked in that garage... ...then it would have been crushed. After all, it was lying on the ground, right under the wheel!
Stickler:
Urk...
Apollo:
Ergo, Mr. Stickler! The only time you could have dropped this in that garage... ...was after 9 PM the night of the murder in the park!
Stickler:
Weeeeeeeeoooorrgh!
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler! You know what this means? You did break into the victim's garage that night.
Judge:
This is most unexpected! Mr. Justice... Are you naming the witness as a suspect in the murder of Pal Meraktis!?
Stickler:
N-No, stop! This is too much! This can't be happening! P-P-P-P-Prosecutor! Say something!
Klavier:
I suppose it is worth saying this: No connection has been found between Wesley Stickler and Pal Meraktis. That is, other than this.
Judge:
I believe our next testimony will be most... revelatory. Is the witness prepared?
Stickler:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor!!!
Apollo:
(I know that face... That's the face of guilt!)
Trucy:
...
Witness Testimony
-- Stickler's "Truth" --
Stickler:
That night... Yes! I went to the supermarket.
I must have dropped my cell phone on my way back.
And when I was walking through the park, I happened to witness the crime!
...I saw the killer, the victim, the stand... all as clear as day!
It was him! I saw the defendant at the scene!
Judge:
Yes... but your cell phone was lying in a garage.
Stickler:
Ah, yes, well, as you can see my model of cell phone has a defect... It is given to rolling! It's quite a pain when I drop it alongside the road, you know.
Judge:
...Looks like a normal cell phone to me. In any case, Mr. Justice, the cross-examination, please.
Apollo:
(That's funny... My bracelet didn't react at all during that testimony.)
Trucy:
His nervous habit must not be acting up... I didn't sense anything either, actually. Looks like you're on your own this time around!
Apollo:
(Right, no problem... I hope. Here comes Justice!)
Cross Examination
-- Stickler's "Truth" --
Stickler:
That night... Yes! I went to the supermarket.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So you went shopping. Which means... ...you were holding a grocery bag when you witnessed the murder taking place?
Stickler:
Eh!? W-Well, yes, of course...
Klavier:
Incidentally, the prosecution has received no report of this domestic detail.
Judge:
...Mr. Stickler? Can you explain yourself?
Stickler:
No! I mean, yes! I did go shopping, really. I walked around the supermarket, trying out the free samples... It's... a deeply spiritual time for me.
Judge:
I'm sure the store clerks would disagree.
Trucy:
Do you think sampling free food counts as a religion?
Stickler:
In any case! That night... ...I sampled to my heart's content, and was on my way back home, yes.
Stickler:
I must have dropped my cell phone on my way back.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
That's when you passed in front of the Meraktis Clinic?
Stickler:
Why... yes. That's correct.
Trucy:
That was a pretty suspicious pause there.
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, do you think you could be a bit more specific? Please show us the exact route you took on the night of the murder.
Stickler:
O-Of course. The supermarket is here, along the main road. My way home from there takes me past the Meraktis Clinic. This is probably when I dropped my cell phone. Yet, woe is I, I walked on, unaware of my loss! ...And walked right into that fateful park.
Stickler:
And when I was walking through the park, I happened to witness the crime!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Which entrance did you enter the park from?
Stickler:
Well, to be exact... One might say that I went in from the entrance closest to the Meraktis Clinic.
Klavier:
The same entrance our victim used.
Apollo:
Did you notice anything when you entered? Wheel marks from a noodle stand, for instance?
Stickler:
...I have no recollection of such a thing, no. Yet, though I might have missed the tracks, I could not miss what happened next! I can a keen observer... of the obvious, you might say.
Stickler:
...I saw the killer, the victim, the stand... all as clear as day!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
(This part of the testimony is the key. I know it! Should I press him about the killer, the victim, or the noodle stand?)
The killer
Apollo:
Are you sure you remember the killer clearly?
Stickler:
How many times must I repeat myself!? It was him, that unscrupulous, fox-like fellow in the defendant's chair! He was looking even more unscrupulous at the time, no less.
Judge:
Hmm... He does look a bit like one of those trickster foxes in legends of yore.
Apollo:
(I guess the victim's identity is already old territory... Time to ask something new.)
The victim
Apollo:
You could see the victim quite clearly, too?
Stickler:
Oh, clear as clear can be, I assure you.
Apollo:
I see. So... Um... How'd he look?
Stickler:
How? How do you mean, "how"? Be specific.
Apollo:
Um, I mean, in general.
Judge:
The defense will refrain from straining to come up with questions. Find the question that lies in your heart and ask that!
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. (Great, a judge who moonlights as a self-help guru...)
The noodle stand
Apollo:
Do you happen to remember the noodle stand?
Stickler:
Quite well, yes! For a student of the sciences, keen observation and healthy curiosity are vital! I remember everything! I could even read the sign! I believe it said... Er... "NOODLE". ......... Yes, that was it.
Judge:
For remembering something "quite well" it sure took you a while to tell us. And thank you for telling us that a noodle stand sells noodles. Very enlightening. Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(Hmm... What about that sign? Could that be important?)
Not at all
Apollo:
(How could the sign matter at all? We know it's a noodle stand!)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony!
Leads back to cross-examination
Very important
Apollo:
So the sign on the noodle stand said "NOODLE"...? It appears the defense has just obtained a vital piece of testimony!
Judge:
Is this noodle stand's broth really that delicious? I'll have to go sample the wares one of these days. I think that's worth adding to the testimony as well.
Stickler:
...Hmph! Whatever sort of noodles that stand sells, it can't match up to Ivy U.'s cafeteria! Some apply to the school merely for a taste of our Smart Noodles!
Apollo:
(I wouldn't mind a taste of that myself...)
Add statement:
"Why, I even remember the sign on the stand the victim was pulling! It said "NOODLE"!"
Press (after adding statement)
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you've proven to be a most skilled witness.
Stickler:
Skilled? What do you mean?
Apollo:
I thank you for your powers of recollection. Your testimony just now was quite vital.
Klavier:
Something going on up in your noodle, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
(If my gut feeling here is right... I've just stumbled across a major contradiction!)
Stickler:
Why, I even remember the sign on the stand the victim was pulling! It said "NOODLE"!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So the sign said "NOODLE"? You're absolutely sure?
Stickler:
Let me be frank: Yes. In fact, the word "unsure" isn't even in my dictionary! Nor the word "uncertain" or...
Apollo:
(He was wasting time looking that stuff up!?)
Judge:
"NOODLE", eh? I like that. It tells you what you're getting, no nonsense.
Apollo:
(It tells me a lot more than that, actually!)
Trucy:
Why are you smiling like that, Apollo?
Present Noodle Stand
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"And you're absolutely sure the sign read "NOODLE"?"
Stickler:
It was him! I saw the defendant at the scene!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Are you absolutely sure it was the defendant?
Stickler:
Stop asking me the same questions over and over! This isn't some kind of make-up test!
Trucy:
What's a "make-up test", Apollo?
Apollo:
Nothing a good student like you has to worry about. (Time to find his weak spot and press it till he breaks!)
Trucy:
His habit isn't acting up... which means he isn't lying.
Apollo:
(Hmm... I was kind of relying on my bracelet to get me through this one...)
Trucy:
But he's pretty unsettled! The odds are really high that you can get something out of him!
Apollo:
That gleam in your eyes... You're a gambler's daughter through and through.
Trucy:
I'm a magician, thank you very much!
Apollo:
And you're absolutely sure the sign read "NOODLE"?
Stickler:
Why, just last week, my professor offered me this praise: "At least you have good eyesight, Stickler. I'll give you that." ...It read, without a doubt, "NOODLE".
Apollo:
I see...
Stickler:
What? Why are you looking at me like that? Is that... pity I see in your eyes!?
Apollo:
Let's take a look at our map, shall we? So, you're claiming that when you saw the sign, you were standing... Here, was it? ...Although, it would've been a bit hard to read the sign from this spot.
Stickler:
Y-You think so?
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler. I'd like you to please take another look at the stand. ...and to carefully read what the sign says. See? That sign actually states the name of the stand's owner. ..."ELDOON'S".
Stickler:
E... El... Eld... Inconceivable! I'm certain it was definitely "NOODLE" for sure! Positive!
Judge:
I'm afraid your professor was wrong about that eyesight.
Apollo:
I wouldn't be so quick to jump to that conclusion. (The sign he saw changes everything!) The witness says the sign said "NOODLE"...
but he saw it wrong.
Apollo:
The answer is quite simple. The witness saw the sign wrong.
Judge:
That would seem to be the case, yes...
Trucy:
Apollo! The only thing that changes is the witness's eyesight!
Apollo:
Eh...?
Trucy:
OK, so you've proven the witness has bad eyesight, and is overconfident. But that just proves he's a bad witness! It doesn't solve the case!
Stickler:
How rude! I've not made a single mistake, I assure you! I am a student of science! Errors are not tolerated in my field, I'll have you know!
Apollo:
(What if Mr. Stickler is right to be so confident...? And if he is right about the sign... what does that mean for the entire case!?)
Leads to:
"What would you say if I told you..."
and he saw it right.
Leads to:
"What would you say if I told you..."
Apollo:
What would you say if I told you... ...that there is one spot from which the sign would be read the way Mr. Stickler claims?
Stickler:
What...?
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Show us this spot!
Apollo:
The witness actually viewed the stand from this location!
Present north of noodle stand
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The witness was standing... Here! On the opposite side!"
Present river
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
... That's a river.
Apollo:
... Oh.
Judge:
Yes, "Oh". As in, I "oh" you a penalty!
Apollo:
Urk.. Sorry, Your Honor... Mind if I try again?
Judge:
Tell us, if you would, where was the witness standing?
Leads back to:
"The witness actually viewed the stand from this location!"
Present noodle stand
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...
Klavier:
Though it pains me to point out the obvious... I see you leave me with no choice. It was the victim, Herr Doktor Meraktis who was pulling the stand, ja?
Apollo:
... Ja.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, hopefully this penalty will inspire you to take this case more seriously.
Apollo:
Sorry, Your Honor... One more time, please...
Judge:
Tell us, if you would, where was the witness standing?
Leads back to:
"The witness actually viewed the stand from this location!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
... Any thoughts, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
What, it's my turn to chastise the upstart, is it? Herr Forehead... Recall what you just told the court! The sign on the stand reads "ELDOON'S", ja? How would the witness standing where you have indicated change anything!?
Apollo:
...... Um... I picked the wrong place.
Judge:
Your honesty becomes you, Mr. Justice. However, your mistake does not.
Apollo:
Sorry, Your Honor... Do I get another chance?
Judge:
Tell us, once again, where was the witness standing?
Leads back to:
"The witness actually viewed the stand from this location!"
Apollo:
The witness was standing... Here! On the opposite side!
Judge:
H-How do you know that?
Apollo:
When viewed from the south... ...the sign on the stand reads "ELDOON'S", as we know. ...However! Observe the other side of the stand!
Judge:
Oh! This side says "NOODLE"!
Apollo:
Exactly! The name of the stand is split between the front and back signs! Mr. Stickler, you lied to the court! You witnessed the crime from the northern side of the park, not the south!
Stickler:
Yeeeow! Y-You got me!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...So what.
Apollo:
S-So what!?
Klavier:
What does it matter if he saw the killing from the north or the south side? It makes no difference at all!
Stickler:
H-He's right! Travel far enough to the south, and you will end up going north! Viewed on a global scale, directions are utterly without meaning!
Apollo:
(...Actually, maybe he's right. What does it change?)
Trucy:
It changes everything, Apollo!
Apollo:
Trucy?
Trucy:
Remember his testimony from before... Though to be honest, I'm a little scared of where this is leading... The killer and the victim are facing each other here. Then, at the moment the killer raises his weapon... ...Mr. Stickler shouts! At which point, the victim turns his head to look... ...and the killer fires his pistol. That's why the bullet hit him in the right temple. No contradictions, right?
Apollo:
Right... But if Mr. Stickler was standing on the north side of the park... ...that reverses the whole scenario!
Trucy:
Completely! If Mr. Stickler shouts from where he is now... ...and the victim looks in his direction... ...the bullet would have to hit his left temple!
Judge:
Ah... Aaaaah!
Trucy:
In other words, someone standing at point "K"... ...couldn't shoot the victim in his right temple. It's impossible!
Judge:
Th-That's right!
Trucy:
So, now that we know that Mr. Stickler was standing on the northern side... ...the wound location takes on an entirely different meaning!
Klavier:
Indeed... You are absolutely correct, Fräulein.
Judge:
Wh... What meaning!?
Trucy:
The entry wound was on the right side of the victim's head, correct? Well, the right side of the victim's head... is north.
Judge:
North... Ah!!! But that's where the witness, Wesley Stickler was standing!
Trucy:
Correct. So, if he was standing to the north... ...then the only person here who could have shot the victim in the right temple... ...was Mr. Stickler himself!
Stickler:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooowwwrgh!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Apollo:
(Wow... The apple didn't fall far from the tree! She's flipped this whole case on its head while I was still figuring it out!)
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Clarify one point for me if you would, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
What now?
Klavier:
Are you truly accusing this college student... ...of murder?
Apollo:
...! (Well, I can't say he exactly looks innocent... But... something still doesn't feel right. I just can't picture him as the real killer!)
Stickler:
No, please! Looks aside, I'm really a nice guy! All my friends say so!
Judge:
Let's hear what the defense has to say.
Apollo:
(What are you going to do now, Justice!? Should I really accuse Mr. Stickler!?)
Accuse of murder
Apollo:
I accuse Mr. Stickler of murder!
Klavier:
...Are you quite sure, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
Y-Yes. Yes!
Klavier:
"Accuse of murder"... Only three words, but a very, very long sentence. ...You have evidence worthy of such a bold accusation, I hope?
Apollo:
... Um, maybe I'd better think this over some more.
Klavier:
...A wise decision.
Leads back to:
"Let's hear what the defense has to say."
Accuse of another crime
Leads to:
"...I don't think Wesley Stickler is a killer."
No accusation
Apollo:
...No accusations, Your Honor.
Judge:
...
Klavier:
......
Stickler:
......... Well. I'm glad that's sorted out.
Trucy:
Apollo! You sure you're doing the right thing!? They'll end up convicting Wocky if you let Mr. Stickler off the hook!
Apollo:
Ack! You think? Uh, w-wait, Your Honor! Let me rethink that...
Judge:
If you must...
Leads back to:
"Let's hear what the defense has to say."
Apollo:
(...I don't think Wesley Stickler is a killer. But he's not innocent, either! His unusual silence tells me that much...) ...Mr. Stickler! You seem unusually quiet... Tell us why, now!
Stickler:
... Th-The word "confession" isn't in my dictionary!
Klavier:
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Herr Forehead. I'm afraid it falls to you to elucidate Herr Stickler's silence.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you did say you were accusing the witness just now... ...for a crime other than murder. Your reason? The court's all ears.
Apollo:
(Gah! I know he's guilty of something... but what crime other than murder is there? Do I have evidence that shows his involvement in some other crime...?)
Judge:
Your evidence? The court's all eyes, Mr. Justice. Show us evidence that points to the witness's involvement in a crime!
Present Trucy's Panties
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The evidence... is this!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...
Klavier:
...
Apollo:
(Something tells me this isn't one of those good silences.)
Judge:
...Something else to say, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Um... One more chance? Please?
Judge:
...By all means. But your effort wasn't wasted. Look, a brand-new penalty. Now, please reveal your thoughts to the court.
Leads back to:
"Gah! I know he's guilty of something... but what crime other than murder is there?"
Apollo:
The evidence... is this!
Judge:
What!? Is that... women's underwear!?
Trucy:
Hey! Those are mine!
Stickler:
D-Don't look at me like thaaaaaaat!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! ...Mr. Stickler. While I can't say this comes as a shock...
Stickler:
I-It's not what it seems! By Pythagorilla's Theorem, I swear it!
Apollo:
On the night of the murder, just past 9 PM... A young girl catches a panty-snatcher red-handed! Bravely, she gives chase, but the snatcher flees... ...and hides himself in no other place than the Meraktis Clinic garage!
Judge:
Ah ha!
Apollo:
Incidentally... ...these panties were found in the exhaust pipe of the car there. Presumably, he was trying to hide the evidence of his crime. Ergo! While you may not be a murderer... ...you are guilty of panty-snatching in the first degree!
Stickler:
Please! Here me out! It's not what it looks like!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! Mr. Stickler. You should be ashamed!
Stickler:
It's... not... what... it... seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... ...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... ...eeeeeeeeeeeeeems... *gasp*
Judge:
So, are we to understand that you were silent not because you were guilty of murder... ...but because you lacked the courage to admit your theft of this girl's undergarments?
Stickler:
Ahem. Perhaps you are not aware that my school's name was originally written "IV"! "I" stands for "Intelligent", "V" stands for "Valiant"! See!?
Judge:
...Your point?
Stickler:
I'm not done! Now, I'm a major in the Science Department... ...and what does science teach if not curiosity!? Yes, we of the Ivy U. Science Department are valiantly curious! No challenge is too daunting, and what greater challenge to science than a mystery!?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
C'mon! You're talking about a girl's panties here!
Stickler:
No! You do not understand! A mystery is the unknown, and the unknown is unacceptable! And, my friends, when it comes to mysteries, those panties are the promised land! From the moment I first laid eyes on them, I was compelled to investigate... for science! A full-sized car tire was only the first mystery those panties revealed!
Apollo:
A... tire?
Stickler:
Yes! I saw her do it! She pulled a tire out of those panties! But that's not all! First, there was the tire, then a stewpot, and a frozen chicken! One mystery after another! It was... It was magic!
Trucy:
Oh, I remember now! He's one of the regulars in the audience at the Wonder Bar!
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
He's talking about my Magic Panties trick!
Stickler:
I just don't understand... A broom... from a pair of panties? It mocks the very laws of physics...
Apollo:
A broom... and a frozen chicken, Trucy? What ever happened to doves and bunny rabbits?
Judge:
M-Mr. Stickler! You stole this girl's panties to understand a magic trick?
Stickler:
You say "panties" but they are so much more than that! For me, they are an object for serious study!
Klavier:
...I wonder... There has been a recent rash of panty-snatchings in the area... ...Were they all you?
Stickler:
I... I am sorry. But I did it for science! Each time I spied a pair of panties flapping in the breeze, I thought maybe! Maybe this would be the pair that would elucidate the mystery... Even that night as she chased me through the streets, I wept tears of joy! Perhaps this is the night that I will seize the truth that lies within those panties! Yet woe was I! For once again the lacy heart-patterned truth slipped through my fingers a--
Judge:
Still, that leaves one thing unexplained.
Klavier:
Ah, you refer to our witness's other lie, yes? The witness claimed he saw the crime from the south, but was in fact, in the north.
Judge:
Indeed. Would anyone care to explain why he lied about that?
Stickler:
...
Klavier:
Be my guest, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...Me!?
Klavier:
Did I not hear you correctly? Did you not say you "do not accuse the witness of murder"?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Why, then, did the witness lie about his location at the time of the shooting? ...Or have you no idea?
Trucy:
Apollo... There's something about the way the diagram is arranged right now... When you think about it, right near where Mr. Stickler was standing... Isn't there a...?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? What say you? Do you have any evidence to show why the witness lied about his location?
Present Bloomers
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The evidence that shows why he lied... is this."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
... I fail to see how this evidence relates to our witness's fabrication...
Apollo:
As do I! But I'm sure it does! Somehow! Somewhere!
Judge:
...It appears the fabrication was yours, Mr. Justice. Penalty!
Apollo:
(Somebody help...)
Judge:
You're welcome to show us another piece of evidence.
Leads back to:
"Do you have any evidence to show why the witness lied about his location?"
Apollo:
The evidence that shows why he lied... is this.
Judge:
What!? More panties!?
Klavier:
How many panties are you carrying in your pocket, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
These are the last!! Honest!! These were found in a trash can at the park. Looking at the diagram... ...we can see that the trash can was right next to where the witness stood.
Judge:
Mr. Stickler... You didn't...
Stickler:
Alas! I'm a failure as a scientist! I can't unravel the mysteries of the universe! I can't even unravel a pair of panties!
Judge:
So... these panties are you handiwork as well...?
Stickler:
Th... That night, I had been chased, hounded into the Meraktis Clinic garage... Weeping in frustration, I was forced to abandon my prize! Don't you see how I felt!?
Apollo:
...Believe me, I'd rather not.
Stickler:
I hid in the garage for a short while... Then, abandoning the panties, I made for home. To avoid the office where the girl works, I went towards the south entrance... ...when I saw them hanging there on a clothesline by a giant mansion... ...A giant pair of panties!
Apollo:
(Apparently he didn't know those bloomers belonged to the mob...)
Stickler:
I had them, safe in my pocket, ready to take home... ...when I stumbled upon a murder.
Apollo:
The murder of Dr. Meraktis.
Stickler:
I reported what I had seen, but as I waited for the police to arrive... I got scared. What if they searched me!?
Apollo:
That's when you disposed of the bloomers?
Stickler:
Yes... it was a severe blow to the progress of science, but one that had to be born.
Judge:
A fascinating, if disturbing tale.
Judge:
I believe this brings today's proceedings to a close. And I'm more than pleased to dismiss this witness for the remainder of the trial.
Klavier:
One last thing, if I might.
Judge:
Yes, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Regardless of where we ended today, some vital points were made. Namely, that the defendant, Wocky Kitaki, was at the scene of the crime. And... he was pointing a weapon at the victim. ...One more thing. Wocky Kitaki has a clear motive.
Judge:
Indeed, the defendant Wocky Kitaki is still the prime suspect in this case. The only suspect, in fact. Assuming there was no one else on the scene at the time. Yet, a mystery remains... The location of the wound in the victim's right temple has yet to be explained. The court requests further investigation from both the defense and prosecution.
Klavier:
...Ja, baby.
Apollo:
...No problem!
Judge:
Very well. This brings the trial for the day to a close. Court is adjourned!
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Apollo:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure, Mr. Justice. Objection overruled.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
This evidence clearly reveals a contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Apollo:
They aren't, are they...?
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Justice, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Apollo:
...Um... You sure about that?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(Ack! That didn't go so well.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Wocky Kitaki...
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will surrender himself to the court's care... ...to undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month's time. Court is adjourned!
Game over
Turnabout Corner
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
June 16, 2:23 PM
Wright Anything Agency
Apollo:
...What a train wreck that was. I'm glad we made it out of that trial alive.
Trucy:
Really? I had fun! And Wocky made it through the day, too!
Apollo:
...Everyone was too obsessed with panties to bother with the real case.
Trucy:
But it was good publicity! Imagine the crowd at my show tonight! You should come, Polly!
Apollo:
Yeah...
Trucy:
The Amazing Mr. Hat will be making an appearance!
Mr. Hat:
Hi, folks! I'll be here all week!
Apollo:
That's about enough of him.
Alita:
Hello...?
Trucy:
Ah! Ms. Tiala!
Alita:
Thank you for today. The trial... went well.
Apollo:
Oh, right! No problem!
Alita:
Do you think Wocky will be OK?
Apollo:
(Well, he's not guilty... yet.)
Alita:
Please, you have to help him! We're supposed to get married next month...
Apollo:
Oh, congratulations! (Gah, way to put the pressure on a guy...)
Alita:
Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help!
Examine
Bookshelf
Apollo:
Some magic books are mixed in with the law books here. The magic books all look well-used, but the law books are just gathering dust. ...I feel kinda sorry for them. Maybe I'll read some next time I'm around.
Charley the plant
Apollo:
It's Charley, the houseplant. They've had it for years, apparently.
Trucy:
That's "Mr. Charley" to you! He's been here longer, after all.
Apollo:
...Right, sorry.
Trucy:
I'm sorry, Mr. Charley. He was raised by a tribe of heathens.
Apollo:
(She's saying something to the plant as she waters it...)
Trucy:
Mr. Charley forgives you. This time.
Apollo:
...Is there anything else I might do to please His High Leafiness?
Hula hoop
Apollo:
A giant hoop used to levitate people. So, tell me, how does it work?
Trucy:
Apollo... Don't you know you should never ask a magician to explain a trick? I mean, you're hardly better than Mr. Stickler!
Apollo:
Hey, I object to being placed in the same category as that panty-snatcher.
Trucy:
Enjoy the mystery! That's the way to appreciate magic.
Magic split box
Apollo:
Those boxes frighten me.
Trucy:
I bet I'm the first magician to figure out these make great shelves!
Apollo:
(She does seem to be putting them to good use...) But, if you ever want to put it back together, you have to take everything off.
Trucy:
... Don't worry, I'll clean it up soon... and then we'll try cutting you up!
Apollo:
Th-Thanks, but I'll pass.
Photograph
Apollo:
An old, sepia-tone photograph of a man in a silk hat. His outfit looks a lot like Trucy's, come to think of it.
Trucy:
Aren't those clothes the best? I had mine made to match! If you're going to be a magician, you gotta look the part!
Apollo:
(Trucy is big on appearances, I've found...)
Piano
Apollo:
There are all sorts of strange paraphernalia sitting on top of the piano. It seems a shame to have all these props and not do a trick or two.
Trucy:
You asked for it!
Mr. Hat:
Heeeey, Mr. Righteous, was it? Wakka wakka!
Trucy:
"Justice", Mr. Hat! "Apollo Justice".
Mr. Hat:
Just is? Apollo just is what? That's what I want to know!
Trucy:
Oh, you're hopeless!
Apollo:
...Please, make it stop.
Trucy:
Just let me know if you ever want a visit from Mr. Hat!
Apollo:
Any other trick but that one, please...
Silk hat
Apollo:
A blue silk top hat, just like the one Trucy's wearing.
Trucy:
It's my trademark color! "Trucy Blue"!
Apollo:
I don't think you can trademark the color blue.
Trucy:
Standing out is everything when you're up on stage! Bet you didn't know you've got your own color, too, Apollo! "Crimson Justice"!
Apollo:
You make me sound like some second-rate superhero.
Trucy:
At least it's better than being a first-rate super zero!
Spaghetti
Apollo:
A dish of plastic spaghetti like some restaurants put on display. Where did you get this, anyway?
Trucy:
It was a birthday present from Daddy! I was so happy... You don't know how long I wanted one of these! I fell asleep with it, cradled in my arms, and the spaghetti bent!
Apollo:
(Mental note: What she really wants for her next birthday: A bowl of plastic food...)
Table
Apollo:
A hot water pot sits on a magic table. Why is the stand for this table so flimsy looking?
Trucy:
...Hmm. Maybe it looks better that way?
Apollo:
...I was hoping for a more professional explanation.
Trucy:
Well... Maybe to show that there's no tricks involved?
Apollo:
... Not bad.
Trucy:
I still think it's just that it looks better that way.
Talk
Marriage
Apollo:
Are you sure about marrying into the Kitaki Family...?
Alita:
I'm fine with it. And I love Wocky with all my heart.
Trucy:
Aw, that's so sweet!
Apollo:
So it doesn't bother you that you'll be, erm... ...Married to the mob?
Alita:
I don't think so... My parents are against it, of course.
Trucy:
Say! Where did you and Wocky first meet, anyway?
Apollo:
(Good question... Ms. Tiala doesn't look like the type to have gangster connections...)
Alita:
Oh... We met at my old job, actually.
Trucy:
Ah, office romance!
Alita:
...
Apollo:
(She's not very forthcoming with information about herself, is she?)
The Kitakis
Alita:
Did you know that the boss is trying to get out of the "business"?
Apollo:
R-Really? (Mr. Kitaki wants to quit being a gangster!?)
Alita:
He's trying to transfer his assets into a normal company. He only announced it recently, out of the blue... I hear there's quite a lot of confusion in the ranks.
Apollo:
(Hmm. I wonder if this explains that apron?) ...I can't imagine Wocky going along with that.
Alita:
Hee hee. He's highly motivated, isn't he?
Apollo:
Um, that's not the word I would have used.
Alita:
He said, "I'll be the next Big Boss, and keep the Family alive." I think he's at that age when boys want to make a mark on the world.
Apollo:
(That's not the way I would have put it...)
Alita:
His father moves in a lot of circles... He's really focused on profits. The Kitaki Family's been making a killing recently!
Apollo:
(Again, not the way I would have put it...)
Alita:
But Wocky says it's not about the money. They have the gangster tradition to uphold.
Trucy:
Ooh, a generation gap! They've even got the ever classic "what about the family business" thing going...
Apollo:
Usually, it's the father worried about tradition...
Wocky's operation
Apollo:
Can I ask you a question about Wocky? I understand he was operated on by the victim, Dr. Meraktis.
Alita:
Apparently, yes.
Wocky:
I was in his clinic 'bout half a year ago. He messed up my op something bad. And then he just lets me go, without a word. See ya later, bye! So I gotta go in, get another doc to patch me up again!
Alita:
...Yes, it sounded horrible. Wocky has always been fond of fighting, I'm afraid...
Apollo:
I'm not sure it qualifies as "fighting" when pistols are involved.
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin was saying his life might be in danger, wasn't he?
Alita:
N-No, that can't be right! I'm sure he was just trying to scare us.
Trucy:
It's scary to think that a surgeon might make a mistake... ...but it's even scarier when he tries to hide it!
Apollo:
(I'd like to know a little more about this "operation". Maybe it's time to pay the Meraktis Clinic a visit.)
Present
Anything
Alita:
I'm sorry, I don't know much about the case. I... I feel so helpless. You're my only hope. Please, help my Wocky-Pocky...
After clearing all Talk options:
Alita:
I should be getting home now. Wocky's in your hands, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
R-R-Right! L-L-L-Leave it to me!
Trucy:
Apollo, I think you're only making her more nervous...
Apollo:
Sorry! I'm new at this, OK?
Alita:
Tee hee. It's alright. I believe in you.
Hickfield Clinic
Examine
Bottle
Apollo:
A bottle of Mr. Wright's favorite brand of grape juice. Me? I haven't been able to touch the stuff since that first case. ...Not a problem for Mr. Wright, apparently.
DVD stack
Apollo:
A swaying, spiraling stack of DVD cases. Better stay away or it'll become a crashing cascading cavalcade of DVD cases.
Hospital bed
Apollo:
Mr. Wright's bed. My, it's messy. Trucy must clean up after him at home.
Piano
Apollo:
A toy piano, one that might be played by a child. Correction: A pink toy piano. I guess the man likes pink. Nothing wrong with that.
Television
Apollo:
The TV's been left on. Hmm... Looks like the Steel Samurai's in a spot of trouble. I'm sure he'll come back to win in the end. Mr. Wright likes those kind of stories.
Kitaki Mansion
Examine
Spilled paint
Apollo:
Several colors of paint have been splashed across the gate. Most of it's pretty much dry, too. This is going to be one heck of a cleanup job.
Old Lady
Apollo:
Looks like the old lady's at it again...
Officer:
Look, I told you yesterday the park's off limits!
Old Lady:
And I told you yesterday this is how I go home! OK. You want me to go around? How about giving me five bucks... like yesterday.
Apollo:
(...The con artist strikes again...)
Police officer
Apollo:
The park crime scene is off limits to the public. The police officer on guard by the gate is yawning. Ah, he noticed me staring and snapped his mouth shut. Too late, Mr. Officer! I saw you!
Trash can
Trucy:
This trash can... This is where we found the mirror!
Apollo:
Come to think of it, wasn't there something else in here? Something near the bottom... ...Look at the paint on these. That means... ...these must have ended up in here after Mr. Wright's accident. Maybe they're connected? Let's pick them up.
Slippers added to the Court Record.
Trash can (subsequent times)
Apollo:
A large trash can sits by the entrance to the park.
Trucy:
What, you aren't going to dig through it?
Apollo:
No. What? I'm serious! I have no intention of looking through this trash can!
Trucy:
Oh, please, don't hold back on my account.
Apollo:
I think that whatever you think about me and trash cans, you're wrong.
Examine evidence
Slippers
Toe print
Apollo:
I wonder... Could this be a print?
Trucy:
Why would there be a finger... Oh, you mean a toe print! Good call, Apollo!
Apollo:
I bet we can analyze it just like a regular print.
Trucy:
This could be a vital piece of evidence!
Obtain toe print
Leads to:
"Hey! It worked! That looks like... a big toe, maybe?"
Apollo:
Hey! It worked! That looks like... a big toe, maybe?
Trucy:
Wow, I feel like the case is solved already!
Apollo:
What was next? We have to match the print, right?
Trucy:
Right! Let's match it! ...... Wait. The detective didn't give us a list of toe prints, Apollo.
Apollo:
Oh, good point.
Trucy:
Maybe we should ask her? Get some "expert" advice?
Apollo:
I guess so... (I'm not sure she really qualifies as an expert...)
Toe print (subsequent times)
Apollo:
So, we have a toe print now.
Trucy:
I'm not sure what good it's going to do us without a list of toe prints to check it on.
Apollo:
(Maybe our detective friend can help us...)
People Park
Examine
Blue tarps
Apollo:
Blue plastic tarps cover the ground around the stand. They were apparently put here to preserve the crime scene.
Knife
Apollo:
A knife is sticking straight into the ground. Remember what Wesley Stickler said in the trial today... Wocky was very likely pointing this at the victim.
Trucy:
...Like he wanted to kill him.
Apollo:
(Yeah, that's the problem.)
Mannequin
Apollo:
A mannequin put in place of the body. I think I've seen him by the police station. The way he's forced to look at the ground now, day in and day out... It's kind of sad.
Noodle stand
Apollo:
Poor Mr. Eldoon. His stand's been standing here since this whole thing started.
Trucy:
It almost looks at home here in the park now. I think it should be made into a playhouse for children!
Apollo:
I think its owner would disagree.
Trash can
Apollo:
A trash can sits next to the path here.
Trucy:
And I guess now we know it was Mr. Stickler who hid Little Plum's bloomers here, huh?
Apollo:
That's right, Trucy. And what a web of lies grew from that one little act.
Trucy:
I can still remember that moment... You brandished those bloomers on high, and shouted... "Objection!"
Apollo:
...Here's what I want you to do, Trucy. Take that memory, gently lock it away deep in your heart, and never speak of it.
Eldoon's House
Examine
Clinic front door
Apollo:
The front entrance to the Meraktis Clinic. The walls and posts are so highly polished I can see my face in them. ...Wait. My hairdo's a little flat. ...There. Perfect.
Bowl
Apollo:
A lone Eldoon's Noodles bowl lies on the ground. The lone bowl, tipped on its side... It's kind of surreal. You'd think he would have picked it up by now.
Oil drum
Apollo:
An oil drum for catching rainwater. ...Ack! A flock of crows just flew over and... That's gross! Their aim was uncanny... almost as if they'd been practicing here a long time.
Meraktis Clinic - Garage
Examine
Tailpipe
Apollo:
This is where we found your panties, isn't it, Trucy?
Trucy:
And I can't thank you enough, Apollo!
Apollo:
Well, thank you for saying thank you!
Trucy:
Oh, I'm always polite! It's part of being a performer. You know what Daddy says: "It doesn't cost anything to be polite, and it could bring you more business."
Apollo:
...Typical.
Trucy:
Just kidding! I really am grateful!
June 16Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Trucy:
Hmm... Looks like Wocky's out for questioning.
Apollo:
I really need to talk to him. I guess we'll come back later.
Guard:
Excuse me.
Apollo:
Yes?
Guard:
The other suspect is all through with questioning, sir.
Trucy:
The other... Ah! You mean the panty-snatcher!?
Apollo:
...Wesley Stickler. (So they arrested him, too?) Alright. Let's have a little chat with Mr. Stickler. (I hope I don't regret this.)
Trucy:
He is a valuable witness!
Apollo:
(He is a bit "precious", I'll give him that.)
Stickler:
Please, keep this brief, if you would. I'm quite busy. I need to finish this paper... Nyurk! I-It's you!!!
Apollo:
...Mr. Stickler. We'd like to have a few words with you.
Stickler:
...... ...Very well. As long as they're few.
Apollo:
(Nothing would make me happier, believe me.)
Talk
Panty-snatcher
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler. On the night of the murder, you stole...
Stickler:
Wait! I can't help but feel that I'm being misunderstood.
Apollo:
...How, exactly?
Stickler:
Yes, that night, I obtained a pair of panties, it's true. However! It was my burning curiosity that drove me to do it! Nothing more!
Trucy:
You wanted to know the trick to my panties, right?
Stickler:
Y-You're here, too!?
Trucy:
...?
Stickler:
Oh, Great Trucy! Teach me!
Trucy:
Eh!?
Stickler:
I must know the secret of your panties! My very existence hangs in the balance! Please, make me your apprentice!
Trucy:
Apollo! Help!
Apollo:
I dunno, I think he'd make a great "lovely assistant".
Trucy:
Don't say that, Apollo...
What you witnessed
Apollo:
Could you relate what you saw the night of the murder to us one more time?
Stickler:
...Why not. Though it hardly differs from the testimony I gave in court. The defendant was there in the park that night, of this I'm quite certain. He was pointing a pistol... or 
something like that at the victim! That's when I shouted "Stop, you two! Let's resolve this like gentlemen!" ...And the next moment, a shot was fired.
Apollo:
And this is all true? Really?
Stickler:
My panties are gone. My innermost heart revealed. What further reason could I possibly have to lie?
Apollo:
(I can't think of anything he'd want to hide more than panty-snatching, true.)
Trucy:
It sounds like Wocky was at the scene of the crime, after all.
Apollo:
How I wish it weren't so.
Present
Trucy's Panties
Stickler:
Th-That's it! The mystery! The unanswerable riddle!
Trucy:
Actually, they're just a normal pair of panties.
Stickler:
Wh-What!? How is that possible?
Trucy:
It just takes practice, that's all.
Stickler:
Then you must teach me! You must! To think, if I could produce a pencil, an eraser, a text book, and a lunch... ...all from a pair of panties! My life would be complete!
Apollo:
(He's serious, isn't he.)
Anything else
Apollo:
... (...Fine, ignore my evidence. See if I care. I wonder what he's thinki... On second thought, let's not go there.)
Wright Anything Agency, after clearing all Talk options with Alita Tiala and Wesley Stickler
Talk
The case
Trucy:
If everything that panty-snatcher said was true... ...it doesn't put Wocky in a very good position, does it?
Apollo:
He was at the scene of the crime, that's pretty clear. (There's got to be a different angle on this...)
Trucy:
Well, let's get investigating! No time like the present!
Any leads?
Apollo:
So? Any leads?
Trucy:
Hmm... One moment... ... Shazam! Allakhazam!
Apollo:
(Whoa! Evidence keeps flying out of nowhere!)
Trucy:
Ta da! That's all! Neat, huh?
Apollo:
...Yeah, real neat. (*sigh*)
Present
Trucy's Panties
Trucy:
Aren't my panties amazing? They were a big hit in court.
Apollo:
(They were the star player of the day, that's true.)
Trucy:
What should I show them in court tomorrow?
Apollo:
(If only I could count on panties to save the day every day...)
June 16Kitaki Mansion
Apollo:
(Yipes! She's back!)
Plum:
Hey. You two. Over here!
Apollo:
U-Uh, us?
Trucy:
Yo, Little Plum! Wassup!?
Apollo:
(I think all this gangsterese is a negative influence on Trucy...)
Plum:
I heard you retrieved my bloomers!
Apollo:
W-Well, I was j-just doing...
Plum:
Bah! A man speaks clearly, and takes credit where it's due! You caught the thief, didn't you?
Apollo:
Uh, y-yes! Sorry! I caught him!
Trucy:
You're cute when you're nervous, Polly!
Apollo:
...I'll deal with you later.
Plum:
But enough about bloomers! What about my son, Wocky!?
Apollo:
W-Wocky? Er, well, he's, um...
Plum:
Clearly!
Apollo:
Y-Yes, ma'am! (This is why I was kind of hoping we could avoid coming back here.)
Talk
Wocky
Trucy:
He's really everything you'd expect in a Boss's son! "I'm going to be a gangster, dude!"
Plum:
The life does have an appeal for that age... Particularly for boys.
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
What? Don't look at me like that!
Plum:
He was shot in a turf war about half a year ago.
Apollo:
Yes... We heard the story from Wocky.
Plum:
...But he didn't tell you the whole story. You know, even if he had a pistol then, he couldn't have shot anyone.
Trucy:
What...?
Plum:
He acts like he's "hard", but he couldn't shoot someone to save his life. I should know... I'm his mom.
Apollo:
(Her words do have a certain weight to them...)
Plum:
Hopefully, when this is all taken care of... ...he and the Boss can sort out their differences.
Trucy:
The Boss... You mean Wocky's father?
Apollo:
They didn't seem to be on the best terms, did they?
The case
Plum:
It's true... One of our pistols is missing.
Trucy:
So the murder weapon was from this mansion...
Apollo:
We kind of figured, given the difficulty of obtaining a gun these days.
Plum:
None of the rank and file have access. Only the Boss, myself, and ...Wocky could have taken it.
Apollo:
I see...
Plum:
I'm sure the cops will continue tromping all over the mansion because of this case. Maybe this is a sign that it's time for a change! Wa ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(She doesn't seem too concerned, at least.)
Alita Tiala
Plum:
...Yeah. Wocky's fiancée.
Apollo:
They're getting married next month, correct?
Plum:
I suppose. She's been staying over lately.
Trucy:
...You don't look too happy about that, Little Plum.
Plum:
...! How'd you guess?
Apollo:
(Even I could tell that!) Could you tell us more about her?
Plum:
...Wocky brought her home one day. Says he wants to tie the knot.
Trucy:
I can see why! She's so pretty!
Plum:
Oh, she's pretty enough. But, you know...
Trucy:
...?
Plum:
Nah, it's probably just me being suspicious. Stay in this business too long... ...and you start to only see darkness in people. You get a nose for it. A nose for people... A nose for trouble.
Apollo:
(Hmm. I wonder what the problem is?)
Trucy:
It's like a gangsters-only version of "female intuition"!
Father and son (appears after "Wocky")
Plum:
The Boss may act tough, but that boy means the world to him.
Apollo:
But Wocky seems, well... It seems like he's against his father's position.
Plum:
Ah. It's to be expected. We're in a bit of a transition now. Trying to cut our ties to the shadier side of the street and do more on the up-and-up. Wocky isn't too enthusiastic about the change, it's true.
Trucy:
But why the change? Is the gangster thing just not paying the bills?
Plum:
Wa ha ha ha ha ha! It pays... but we need a lot of money right now. Clean money, that is.
Apollo:
I see... (Hmm, something must be up.)
Plum:
He'll see things the way the Boss sees 'em... some day.
Present
Mirror
Apollo:
This is the mirror we found...
Plum:
...From the hit 'n' run, huh? It's funny how it all ties together like this. You chase after a hit 'n' run and end up Wocky's attorney. Of course, you'll find the real killer soon. Won't you.
Little Plum's Bloomers
Apollo:
Um, about these...
Plum:
Hey, my bloomers! Thanks for that. I owe you one.
Apollo:
Um, I thought you might like them back, so...
Plum:
Eh? Oh no, no. Why don't you keep 'em as a souvenir?
Apollo:
Oh no, I couldn't, really! Thanks for the offer bu--
Trucy:
I could use those in my Magic Panties act! I'll pull shivs and pieces and godfathers out of them!
Apollo:
Great, now your props are going from bland to dangerous.
Knife
Apollo:
Can you tell me if this knife belongs to Wocky?
Plum:
Oh, that's his knife alright. Bought it for him for his birthday.
Apollo:
(Wow, that's a pretty hardcore present.)
Plum:
I remember him falling asleep with it clutched in his arms.
Trucy:
Ooh! I know the feeling! I'll bet he was just as happy as I was with my plastic spaghetti!
Pistol
Apollo:
So this pistol belongs to the Kitaki Family... Is that correct?
Plum:
It's one of the pieces we keep around. That is, we used to keep around. They're all gone now.
Apollo:
Oh?
Plum:
Police came yesterday and took everything. ...Everything but my "broom".
Trucy:
Don't you think you should have given them that, too?
Plum:
You kidding? Can't clean up very well without a broom!
June 16
Eldoon's House
Trucy:
Hey, it's Mr. Eldoon! Oh Mr. Eldooooon!
Guy:
...Hrmph.
Trucy:
What's wrong?
Guy:
...So, you found my stand. That's why I'm here. To thank you.
Trucy:
Ah.
Guy:
But now it's a crime scene and they won't let me have it back!!! That's also why I'm here. I got no other place to go.
Apollo:
Ah... I see.
Guy:
How can a noodle stand be a crime scene, that's what I don't get, Trucy-doll! Even in death he's after my neck, I tell ya! Bah! Can't even cook an honest noodle...
Apollo:
"He"...?
Trucy:
"Even in death"... You mean the victim, Dr. Meraktis?
Guy:
I tell ya. It's enough to drive a man to make his soup even saltier.
Apollo:
(Remind me never to eat his noodles when he's in a bad mood...)
Talk
The noodle stand
Guy:
That stand... For generations, it's served up the very best noodles us Eldoons could make. A tradition of noodles and salty broth. It's more than a stand, it's history, I tell you.
Apollo:
(Watch what you say or it might become true...)
Trucy:
That's a great story, Mr. Eldoon! A single stand, passed down from generation to generation!
Guy:
'Course, to be honest... I didn't plan on doing it.
Trucy:
That's right. You said something about that. About you "rebelling" against your pops, was it?
Guy:
Good memory, Trucy-doll. Aye, I was a go-getter back in my day... Until my friend next door butted in. In the end, I was left with nothing but this dusty old stand to earn my fortune.
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon, I don't mean to pry... ...but what exactly did you do before you became a chef?
Guy:
Bah! Let old noodles lie, that's what I say.
Apollo:
(I'm starting to get an idea of what he did, anyway.)
Guy:
He stole my dreams and left me with nothin' but noodles. And now I don't even have that!
Meraktis Clinic
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon, if I might ask... What exactly happened between you and the Meraktis Clinic?
Guy:
Eh? Eh!?
Apollo:
I couldn't help but sense enmity there...
Guy:
Enmity? I hate 'im! Er. Hated. Him actin' like he smells like roses when he's rollin' in mud!
Apollo:
Excuse me?
Guy:
He's the only doctor at that clinic, you know. Pretty impressive, eh? I'll tell you the secret to his success... The mob!
Apollo:
You mean... the Kitaki Family?
Guy:
They're always having one of them "turf wars" or whatnot. Always an injury or two that needs fixing. Meraktis saw a chance for some business. So he started giving the Kitaki Family a good deal...
Apollo:
A deal...?
Guy:
Every fifth operation for free! He stole the idea from my pops! One free bowl of noodles a week, he used to say.
Trucy:
Can a doctor just decide to do that? What about the insurance companies...?
Guy:
Oh, no doubt it's illegal. But, it got him in good with the Family. Pretty soon he was getting all the business in town. Leavin' me here, in the dark! Up t'my neck in soupy noodles!
Apollo:
(I think I've figured out Mr. Eldoon's former occupation...)
Trucy:
Can't hurt to ask, Apollo!
Eldoon's past (appears after "The noodle stand" and "Meraktis Clinic")
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon... or should I say "Dr. Eldoon"...
Guy:
Figured it out, did ya? That's right, I was a doctor. A surgeon... until the year before last.
Trucy:
So Mr. Meraktis was your rival?
Guy:
...You like those onions they put in the soup broth?
Apollo:
Um, yeah, kind of.
Guy:
You take a spoon, you drink some broth... Those onions will find their way in there. For people who like 'em, why that's just fine. For people who hate 'em... ...I hate onions. Hate 'em! Always sneaking in from the side, gettin' in the way of a good tastin' spoonful. Well, that's what he was. An onion! Onion-boy, that's what I called 'im.
Apollo:
So... you weren't exactly friends.
Guy:
Hah! Me 'n Pal Meraktis... Ever since pre-school we were getting in each other's face. No matter what I did, sure enough, he'd come followin' along. Then he'd do it better than me. Just blow right past without so much as a "howdy".
Apollo:
...I see.
Guy:
That's right! I was a surgeon long before he was, you know. Then that no-good onion-boy comes along...
Apollo:
Well, Trucy, looks like we found ourselves a new suspect.
Trucy:
Don't say that!
Guy:
Thanks to him, I was forced to trade in my scalpel for a ladle! ...Sorry, pal. Didn't mean to weigh you down with an old man's ramblings.
Apollo:
No, it's fine.
Guy:
By way of apology... You ever get yourself in a spot of trouble, you drop by.
Apollo:
Huh?
Guy:
You're investigating Meraktis, aren't ya?
Apollo:
Yes...?
Guy:
Well, you want to know about a doctor, you ask a doctor. That's all I'm sayin'. You just think of me if you need something, Trucy-doll.
Trucy:
Right! Thanks, Mr. Eldoon!
Apollo:
(Hmm. I guess the time spent listening to him complain wasn't entirely wasted.)
Present
Noodle Stand
Guy:
That's right, sonny! When're you bringing my stand home!? I'm ready. Can't you see I'm ready!?
Apollo:
(I guess...)
Guy:
Until that stand is back home, the case is not closed! You hear me!?
Apollo:
(I think I'll avoid talking about his stand in the future.)
After switching to right side view:
Trucy:
Well, we've got to check out this clinic, that's for sure.
Apollo:
Yeah, but what about the guard?
Trucy:
No harm in asking! Um, excuse me!
Officer:
Hey, it's you two from yesterday!
Apollo:
(That's the same officer that was standing out by the park yesterday!)
Officer:
Your business is over in the park, isn't it? The clinic's off limits. It's not involved.
Trucy:
B-But...!
Officer:
What part of "off limits" do you not understand? Show me proof that the clinic is connected to the incident in the park, or beat it.
Apollo:
(No harm in asking... No gain either. No point in sticking around here, I guess.)
June 16Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Apollo:
Um... I was hoping to meet with my client?
Guard:
Wocky Kitaki's just finished questioning. I'll bring him out.
Trucy:
Great! Finally!
Wocky:
Yo, 'sup, my little imposter!
Trucy:
Eeek! Wh-What did you call me?
Wocky:
Dizzam! It's you!? Sorry, G, thought you were Alita.
Trucy:
"My little imposter" sure is a strange nickname.
Wocky:
It's a clink thang. You wouldn't understand. D-Did I say "imposter"? I meant "poster"... like "poster girl", 'aight?
Trucy:
If you're going to drop part of that, why not drop "poster" and just call her "girl"?
Wocky:
Cause she's so much more than that, G. She's like... She's like an angel. A fallen angel. ...So. What can I do you for?
Trucy:
...You don't look so chipper today, Wocky.
Apollo:
Worried about your, um, heart condition, maybe?
Wocky:
That was the wackest thing of all! All us G's lining up, taking eye exams... Better to die young than fade away, bizzzoy!
Klavier:
...A relief to hear.
Wocky:
Eh? Wh-What's a relief!?
Klavier:
Oh? Did your father not tell you? That bullet you carry so close to your heart... if not attended to immediately... ...It could kill you.
Wocky:
M-Man... I ain't trying to hear that! A man fights to protect what's valuable to him, you know what I'm saying? ...I miss my fallen angel! Hey, you go get Alita for me. You're my lawyer, aren't you?
Apollo:
(Lawyer, not gopher...)
Talk
Your fiancée
Apollo:
So, I hear you're to be married next month?
Wocky:
Straight up! We poured the nuptial 40 out on the stoop! Alita! Oh, snapplecakes! She soooo foine!
Apollo:
(I think he's smitten with her in his own weird way.)
Trucy:
I was wondering, how did you two meet? I asked Tiala, but she  was... very vague.
Wocky:
Huh? Well, man, if she wouldn't tell you... I'd best hold my tongue, you feel me?
Trucy:
Wha--!?
Wocky:
Man, what's past is past. She knows that. When I'm with Alita... I feel like there's things worth protecting out there. You feel me? And my Alita, she's down with that all the way.
Apollo:
(Hmm, so both of them are mum about their past...)
Meraktis Clinic
Trucy:
Do you think you could tell us what happened with you and Pal Meraktis...?
Wocky:
...There's something you should know. We Kitakis are having what you might call a feud with the Rivales Family. So, 'bout six months back... I go into Rivales turf, packing a knife, right?
Trucy:
And... You were shot?
Wocky:
Coldest thing I ever seen. One shot, to the heart, but my homies weren't too late. It's a miracle that I lived. It's already considered one of the seven wonders of the Kitaki Family, you know that?
Apollo:
So, you were taken to the Meraktis Clinic then?
Wocky:
You shoulda seen their faces when they wheeled me in. You can't just let the Boss's son die, you know?
Apollo:
(I'd hate to have been in that doctor's shoes... Mr. Kitaki's scary enough when he's not angry...)
Trucy:
But the bullet that hit you... ...it was never removed?
Apollo:
(And it's still threatening his life!)
Wocky:
That doctor... He did it on purpose! The Rivales paid him off, I'm sure of it!
Apollo:
(I need to hear more about the night of the murder, that much is clear.)
Wocky's future (appears after "Your fiancée")
Wocky:
Life in the Family is a G thang. It's about being a man. ...You know what I'm saying?
Trucy:
Sorry, I'm not up on my G things. I'm not even sure what a G thing is...
Wocky:
But my old man, he's gone soft. He says the old rival gang days are over. He just wants to make money!
Trucy:
Isn't that a good thing?
Wocky:
Man, there ain't no soul in making money! Better to live fast and die young. Fo'shizzle!
Apollo:
(*sigh*...)
Wocky:
Wait till I run the yard. Then everyone'll know what time it is. That's right! O.G. time all the time. Represent!
Trucy:
Apollo, why does he keep talking about "Old Guys"?
Apollo:
I don't think that's what "O.G." means, Trucy.
The night of the crime (appears after presenting Knife or Pistol after Meraktis Clinic)
Apollo:
Um... Actually, there's a question I've been wanting to ask you for a while now. That is, uh... Did you do it? Did you shoot him?
Wocky:
... I dunno.
Apollo:
Eh?
Wocky:
The day of that check-up, when I found out about the bullet by my heart... ...I... borrowed a gun from the Family's stash. Figured I'd give that doctor a taste of his own bad medicine.
Apollo:
(Uh oh... I don't like where this is going...)
Trucy:
But... you were carrying a knife, weren't you?
Wocky:
Oh that? Yeah, well, never can be too careful, I say. So I'm on my way to the clinic, right? When I run into him in the park... and he's dragging this noodle stand behind him!
Trucy:
Wait, you didn't put him up to that? Like, you know, in the movies? "If you value your life, you'll bring the stand..."
Wocky:
...Shorty, you're more wacked than I am. And that's saying something.
Trucy:
...But I was serious!
Wocky:
The thing is, I don't remember what happened next all too well.
Apollo:
You don't remember...?
Wocky:
But, the way I see it, if there wasn't anyone else there that night... ...then I guess it probably was me who did him in, you know what I'm saying?
Present
Knife or Pistol (after Meraktis Clinic)
Apollo:
About these weapons... the pistol and the knife.
Wocky:
They belong to the Family. I snuck 'em out that night.
Apollo:
So, the "killer" Mr. Stickler says he saw that night was...
Wocky:
I guess it was me. I was there, after all.
Apollo:
Gak...! (We're finished...)
Trucy:
Um... Yo, Wocky! Do you think you could tell us exactly what happened that night?
Wocky:
Heh... You don't beat around the bush, do you? I like your style, shorty.
Anything else
Wocky:
... Yeah, whatever.
Apollo:
(He seems preoccupied... I'm not sure he even looked at my evidence...)
Wocky:
Alita, man. Alita.
June 16
Kitaki Mansion
Trucy:
...Look at that crowd over by the park!
Apollo:
Probably people trying to get a glimpse of the crime scene.
Trucy:
But... why are those girls screaming? I think I just heard one say "Omigod, it's him!"
Apollo:
(Wait, that motorcycle...)
Klavier:
Ah! If it isn't Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
Some fans found me on my way out... Just my luck.
???:
Omigod! Omigod! He's so cool!
Apollo:
Thus the screams...
Klavier:
New album just came out, you know. Try waving to them. They love it.
???:
Oooh! Oooh! He's so cute!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha. They're so excited, it doesn't matter who waves to them, see?
Apollo:
(This is surreal...)
Trucy:
Um, so you were here investigating?
Klavier:
And I was on my way home... when my hog gave up the ghost.
Apollo:
Your hog...?
Klavier:
My motorcycle won't start. A clogged exhaust pipe...
Trucy:
Too bad! It looks like such a nice bike, too. Hard to believe that it could break just from that!
Klavier:
Ach, it's my fault. I think I was using the wrong oil. Cars, motorbikes, they're all the same. Clog the exhaust, and they won't run. Ah, machines. Tell me you share my angst, Herr Forehead!
Apollo:
...I ride a bicycle, actually.
Klavier:
Ah. Heh. In any event, I'm off to the shop to get her fixed. The detective in charge of the scene isn't fond of me, in any case.
Apollo:
The detective... You mean, the one in the lab coat?
Klavier:
Ja. She's in a foul mood, too. Be gentle. ...Auf Wiedersehen, baby!
???:
Omigod! Omigod! There he goes!
Apollo:
And the forecast for the park today... Gloomy Skyes.
Trucy:
Well, nothing to do but head on in. Let's hit the park, Apollo!
June 16
People Park
Apollo:
Huh? Does something about this scene look different to you?
Trucy:
The blue tarps are gone! Maybe that's it?
Apollo:
Yeah, I think you're right. Look over there.
Trucy:
The white-frocked detective from yesterday. She seems to be apologizing reverently... to the trash can.
Apollo:
She's... under a lot of stress. The investigation's probably not going so well.
Ema:
Hey, you there! If you're going to talk about someone behind their back, do it more quietly, please!
Apollo:
Oh, Detective Skye. Hello.
Trucy:
You seem as gloomy as ever.
Ema:
This is miserable! Miserable! I just got a new kit, and I can't get the stuff to work. And everyone's all smiles for that glimmerous fop.
Trucy:
Glimmerous...? Does she mean Prosecutor Gavin?
Apollo:
More to the point, doesn't she mean "glamorous"?
Ema:
When he walks his shiny chains catch the sun and glimmer in my eyes! It's distracting. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
Apollo:
(Speaking of distracting...)
Ema:
*sigh* I guess I just have to accept the fact that I lack talent.
Apollo:
(Sounds like she's trying out some sort of new forensics technique...)
Examine
Ground
Apollo:
The tarps that were here yesterday are gone.
Trucy:
I wonder why Detective Skye put them out?
Apollo:
Yeah... The only thing they were covering is the ground.
Trucy:
Oh! You know, I think I see something there... a print!
Apollo:
A... "print"?
Talk
Detective Skye
Apollo:
Detective Skye, you know Mr. Wright, correct?
Trucy:
How do you know my daddy!? I want details!
Ema:
Ah? Ah... Well... ...He helped me out a long time ago. You might say he "saved" me.
Apollo:
(Wasn't she saying something about "getting involved in an incident"?)
Ema:
I can't stand it when things are vague... especially in a case. I went to study to become a forensic scientist... in Europe.
Apollo:
But... you're a detective now?
Ema:
Well... I failed the test. But, you know, rank and title don't matter! What matters is what's inside your heart!
Trucy:
I've always thought that, too!
Ema:
And my heart is full of science! That's why I bought this kit through mail order. And I'm going to test it here before the forensics team arrives!
Apollo:
(Are you sure that's OK...?)
Prosecutor Gavin
Ema:
I won't lie, I'm not fond of the man. Those glimmerous types always rub me the wrong way.
Apollo:
"Glamorous"... right.
Ema:
A prosecutor should be cool of wit and furrowed of brow. Less "glimmerous" and more "simmerous"... you know?
Apollo:
...No, actually, I don't.
Ema:
Well, that, and what happened seven years ago! Prosecutor Gavin was the one who stripped Mr. Wright of his attorney's badge!
Apollo:
Whaaaaaa--!? Really!? (He was the one!?)
Ema:
...You mean you didn't know? I thought you were one of his boys!
Apollo:
(I'm neither a "boy" nor one of his... but let's see what she has to say.) Um... What exactly happened seven years ago? I never actually heard the details.
Ema:
...Then investigate. It's better you learned it for yourself, anyway.
Trucy:
...
The new kit?
Apollo:
...Do you mind me asking exactly what it is you've been doing... ...squatting down on the ground like that?
Ema:
Ooh! You want to know? Do you? Well, I splurged on a new toy!
Apollo:
(You splurged... You mean, it wasn't police issue?)
Trucy:
What is it? I see a roller... and glue?
Ema:
This is a footprint analysis kit!
Apollo:
Footprint...?
Ema:
It was raining on the night of the murder, which means that footprints were left!
Trucy:
Oh, does that have anything to do with those blue tarps?
Ema:
Right. The ground was muddy, so I had to protect it as it was that night. Ever wanted to know exactly where someone was standing? Like your panty-snatching student witness, for instance?
Trucy:
Ah ha! So with that kit...!
Ema:
Right!
Apollo:
...What?
Ema:
Want to try this stuff out?
Apollo:
Huh? Are you sure? I mean, we're sort of on opposing teams and all...
Ema:
Oh, pshaw! You're friends! And... to tell the truth, I'm not so good at doing this. Guess I'm a little clumsy. I could use your help.
Trucy:
Ooh! I'm good at stuff like this! I used to make magic bunnies out of paper mache!
Apollo:
(Footprint analysis, huh? Well, should I give it a go?)
Try it
Leads to:
"OK... I'll give it a go!"
No need
Apollo:
I think I'll pass. Wouldn't want to waste a kit if I  messed up.
Ema:
Really? That's too bad... I really could use the help.
Trucy:
Aww, I want to try! It'll be just like making pancakes in the dirt!
Apollo:
(I guess I can always talk to her again if I change my mind...)
Apollo:
OK... I'll give it a go!
Ema:
That's the spirit! Right, allow me to explain! Ahem, one moment...
Trucy:
She's reading the instructions for her kit...
Apollo:
(Why does this not fill me with confidence?)
Ema:
First, we have to pick the footprint, or in this case, shoe print we want to analyze! I've taken the liberty of marking all the shoe prints in the park. Well, which shoe print should we start with...? If we're going to verify the defendant's account, here's the place to start! Shoe prints, prepare to be examined!
Trucy:
Ooh! This is so exciting!
Ema:
Right, here goes! First... "Pour the plaster into the print until it's full." ...You try it.
Apollo:
How am I supposed to do that!?
Ema:
Just touch the screen where you want to pour the plaster. Like this!
Apollo:
(Hmm, that doesn't look too hard...)
Ema:
If you run out of plaster in your beaker before you're done, you have to start over!
Fill shoe print with plaster
Leads to:
"Not bad. You're handier with that than you look."
Fail to fill shoe print with plaster
Ema:
What are you doing!? Out of plaster already?
Apollo:
Hey, give me a break! I'm just a beginner at this!
Ema:
I'm not that far ahead of you believe me! ...Fine. I'll make another batch. Don't mess it up this time.
Apollo:
(Plaster, here comes Justice! *sigh*)
Leads back to filling shoe with plaster
Ema:
Not bad. You're handier with that than you look.
Apollo:
(What's that supposed to mean?)
Ema:
On to the next step! Um... "Dry the plaster until it turns white." Right! Just touch to direct the dryer! ...There, give it a shot!
Dry
Leads to:
"Looks like it's hardened nicely."
Ema:
Looks like it's hardened nicely. Let's take a look! Hmm... Yes, that's a good one. Next, the ink! Ready for the next step? Use the roller to ink just the shoe print part. Hold on to that roller tight now, and roll it up and down. Keep going till you get enough ink on there for a good print!
Roll up and down
Leads to:
"Right, now the moment you've all been waiting for!"
Ema:
Right, now the moment you've all been waiting for! Let's take our print! Ready? Here goes! Let's see if we get a match.
Compare Wocky Kitaki
Comparing...
Comparison complete.
Match found
Leads to:
"So the shoe prints belong to Wocky Kitaki after all..."
Compare anyone else
Comparing...
Comparison complete.
No Match found
Ema:
Hmm, no good. Must have messed up somewhere. Shall we try on another print?
Leads back to profile selection
Apollo:
So the shoe prints belong to Wocky Kitaki after all...
Ema:
He was in the park on the night of the crime!
Trucy:
Wow! I can almost see the science at work!
Ema:
Don't you love it!? Ahhh! Nothing feels better.
Apollo:
(She's definitely waaaay more into this than I am...)
Ema:
Just let me know if you want to do some more. I'll be here, solving the case... with science!
Apollo:
(Well, that certainly brightened her mood.)
The new kit? (subsequent times)
Ema:
Hmm? Still interested in the bleeding edge of forensic science? Why didn't you say so in the first place!?
Footprint analysis (appears after "The new kit?")
Apollo:
Detective Skye? Mind if we give it another go?
Ema:
Right on! Leave no print un-analyzed, I say! ...Now to pick which print you want to analyze!
Analyze green prints
Fill shoe print with plaster
Leads to:
"...OK! Looking good."
Ema:
...OK! Looking good. Next, to dry the plaster!
Dry
Leads to:
"OK, let's take out the mold!"
Ema:
OK, let's take out the mold! Hmm... Yes, that's a good one. Next, the ink!
Roll up and down
Leads to:
"Right, now the moment you've all been waiting for! Let's take our print!"
Ema:
Right, now the moment you've all been waiting for! Let's take our print! Ready? Here goes! Let's see if we get a match.
Compare Wesley Stickler
Comparing...
Comparison complete.
Match found
Leads to:
"So these shoe prints belong to Wesley Stickler."
Compare anyone else
Comparing...Comparison complete.
No Match found
Ema:
Hmm, no good. Must have messed up somewhere. Shall we try on another print?
Leads back to profile selection
Apollo:
So these shoe prints belong to Wesley Stickler. This confirms his testimony. The final version of it, at least.
Ema:
Now we know where the panty-snatcher was standing!
Analyze red print
Fill shoe print with plaster
Leads to:
"...OK! Looking good."
Ema:
...OK! Looking good. Next, to dry the plaster!
Dry
Leads to:
"OK, let's take out the mold!"
Ema:
OK, let's take out the mold! Hmm... Yes, that's a good one. Next, the ink!
Roll up and down
Leads to:
"...Huh. That's a funny shoe print. Is that even a shoe?"
Trucy:
...Huh. That's a funny shoe print. Is that even a shoe?
Ema:
It is strange. So smooth...
Apollo:
Except for the part with the leaf.
Ema:
I can say without even looking that this print doesn't match any print on our list.
Apollo:
(Hmm... A mystery print.)
Back
Ema:
Huh? Giving up already? Suit yourself. If you want to take another swing at it, just let me know.
Another shoe print (appears after examining red print)
Apollo:
Detective Skye? Mind if we give it another shot?
Ema:
I believe you're beginning to appreciate the wonder that is forensic science!
Leads to footprint selection
Another shoe print (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Detective Skye? Mind if we give it another shot?
Ema:
I wish there were more prints to analyze... *sniffle* I know! Quick! Step in that mud over there!
Apollo:
Uh, I don't think analyzing my footprint is going to do us much good.
Ema:
*sigh* I would have had fun.
Leads to footprint selection
Mystery print (appears after "Another shoe print")
Ema:
This print is far too smooth to be from a regular shoe.
Trucy:
It is a shoe print of some kind though, that's certain.
Ema:
Still, you have to wonder what it's doing here.
Trucy:
It's right next to the Eldoon's Noodles stand!
Ema:
It does make one wonder... ...Hey, you.
Apollo:
...Yes?
Ema:
Why are you so quiet all of a sudden? ...You wouldn't happen to have something in mind? Something that might have left this mystery shoe print?
Apollo:
(This mystery shoe print does remind me of something...)
Show evidence
Leads to:
"I'm pretty sure I've seen something that would leave a print like that."
No need
Apollo:
Hmm... No, sorry. No idea.
Ema:
Too bad. I wonder what it is.
Trucy:
Something's familiar about that smooth surface... so smooth it's almost slippery.
Ema:
...Well, if you think of something, I'm all ears.
Apollo:
(I'm pretty sure I've seen something that would leave a print like that.) You know, I think I have our culprit right here...
Present Slippers after examining bottom
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Well, I think it's these slippers, actually."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Ema:
... Know what I'm eating?
Apollo:
Um... Snacks?
Ema:
Snacks. More precisely, whenever I'm in a bad mood, I eat chocolate Snackoos.
Apollo:
...I had no idea.
Trucy:
I think she means you picked the wrong evidence, Apollo.
Apollo:
(...I had no idea.)
Apollo:
Well, I think it's these slippers, actually.
Ema:
Slippers... What would slippers be doing out here?
Apollo:
But look at the bottom! See?
Ema:
It's covered with paint! Except for...
Apollo:
See, right here?
Ema:
Hey, that spot is shaped like a leaf!
Apollo:
What if a leaf was stuck on the bottom, and came off when the slipper stepped in paint? ...Makes sense, doesn't it?
Ema:
Wait, something's written on them... ..."The Meraktis Clinic"!
Apollo:
Exactly! The victim's clinic!
Trucy:
Wait, that means... ...that someone from the clinic was involved?
Ema:
...
Apollo:
(Why is she just standing there eating?)
Trucy:
Um, Detective Skye? I have a favor to ask!
Ema:
Wh-What?
Apollo:
Can you get us access into the Meraktis Clinic?
Trucy:
The police won't let us in! They say the murder and the clinic are not connected. And it's off limits until we prove they are!
Ema:
... I should be able to do something for you, yes.
Apollo:
Eh? Really?
Ema:
Well, you did my work for me here with the shoe prints. Seems like I should return the favor.
Trucy:
Thank you, Detective Skye!
Ema:
Here, show this to the police officer on duty.
Detective Skye's Orders added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
(Right! Meraktis Clinic, here comes Justice!)
Present
Fingerprint Powder
Ema:
Fingerprint analysis is the very basis of modern forensic science!
Apollo:
...I guess you could put it that way.
Ema:
And you two know how to dust for prints on your own now! Make sure to examine anything you find that might have prints on it!
Slippers
Ema:
They say "The Meraktis Clinic"... Hey!
Apollo:
Wh-What?
Ema:
This slipper... Look right here! I think I see a toe mark!
Apollo:
A toe mark... You think we can get a print off that!?
Ema:
Sure! Toes have prints just like fingers do, you know.
Apollo:
(This little clue might be a gold mine!)
Ema:
Oh... There's one problem. The police station doesn't keep a record of toe prints. So we won't know whose it is.
Apollo:
(...I guess that would be too much to hope for.)
Trucy:
Still, it might be useful somehow! Let's analyze it!
Examine evidence
Detective Skye's Orders
Signature on back
Trucy:
She put a little heart by her name! How cute!
Apollo:
Isn't she a little old for cute?
Trucy:
Apollo! Shame on you! Cute is eternal! Cute is timeless! No matter how old a woman gets she always carries a little innocent maiden inside her!
Apollo:
...R-Really now. I suppose. I've never heard it put quite that way before.
Trucy:
When I sign my name, I always put in a little diamond! "Trucy ◇ Wright"... See? Cute, don'tcha think?
Apollo:
It's a little confusing. Won't people think your middle name is diamond?
Trucy:
Hey! You could write your name like "Apollo {{{2}}} Justice"!
Apollo:
I do like justice, but that's taking it a bit far.
June 16
Hickfield Clinic
Phoenix:
Ah, the prodigal attorney returns! Welcome, Apollo. I heard you did well in the trial today. Here to discuss something? I could use a little diversion...
Apollo:
(What did Detective Skye say? If you want to know something, you have to investigate it yourself...) Mr. Wright! Tell me what happened seven years ago... please. I want to know. I need to know!
Phoenix:
You certainly didn't waste any time getting to the point.
Talk
7 years ago
Phoenix:
Seven years ago, I was standing in a courtroom... on behalf of a client. The case involved the death of a certain "magnificent" genius... I'd be surprised if you hadn't heard about it.
Apollo:
...It was all over the news, I remember that. You were up against Prosecutor Gavin, weren't you?
Phoenix:
...Yes, he was only 17 years old at the time.
Apollo:
(17 years old...? That's still high school!)
Phoenix:
He took the bar exam abroad... in Europe. They're progressive over there, you know. I was defeated by a 17-year-old newcomer. In my shame, I left the practice forever. That's all.
Apollo:
That's all...? How could that be all!?
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Apollo:
What about what they were saying on the news about forged evidence!?
Phoenix:
...
Apollo:
They said you forged evidence and had your attorney's badge stripped from you!
Phoenix:
...
Forged evidence (appears after "7 years ago")
Phoenix:
Tell me... how does it feel? How does it feel to stand here before Phoenix Wright, the Forgin' Attorney himself?
Apollo:
H-How does it feel...? (I... I don't want to believe it's true! But what about what happened in my first trial...)
Phoenix:
Didn't you notice in today's trial? There was a single piece of forged evidence. I'm talking about evidence that shouldn't have existed. A naughty magician's trick...
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha ha ha! I don't see you jumping to my defense on this one... Maybe I did forge evidence, maybe I didn't. ...It doesn't really matter now, does it?
Apollo:
B-But...!
Phoenix:
I'm not an attorney anymore. ...That's the only truth you need to know.
Apollo:
(Mr. Wright... Looks like he doesn't want to talk about the accusations of forgery... for now.)
Present
Mirror
Phoenix:
Ah, so that was what led you to the guilty party.
Apollo:
Yes! Thanks to you ripping the mirror off the car, I was able to deduce the...
Phoenix:
You make a good point, Apollo. In fact... It could be said that I'm to thank for finding the criminal.
Apollo:
(...Think what you want, Mr. Wright. Knock yourself out.)
Trucy's Panties
Apollo:
And we found these, too! They're Trucy's.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Apollo. Though, I have to admit, as a father, I wonder... ...why are you still carrying my daughter's panties around in your pocket?
Apollo:
(Ack! That'll teach me to show off my evidence to Mr. Wright...)
June 15
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Trucy:
Well, the time of the decision is upon us! Which one of our two jailbirds do we want to talk to?
Guard:
Excuse me! Both detainees are currently in questioning to corroborate their accounts.
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler and Wocky? Both of them? (I pity the questioner...)
Trucy:
I guess we'll be back then!
June 16
Eldoon's House
Officer:
Ah, you two again. When, oh when will you learn. Look at me however you want, you're not getting in today.
Trucy:
I wouldn't be so sure if I  were you! Look what we have!
Officer:
What's this? ...Detective Skye! ... Yesterday, it was Prosecutor Gavin, today it's Detective Skye. Who are you two? Really.
Apollo:
(Now he's suspicious again...)
Officer:
...Well, you got the orders, I gotta let you in. Have fun.
Trucy:
Thanks, Mr. Officer! Let's hit it, Apollo!
June 16
Meraktis ClinicReception
Trucy:
Huh, kind of an at-home sort of place, isn't it?
Apollo:
This place has a connection to the murder in the park... I'm sure of it!
Trucy:
The police guy out front wasn't so sure.
Apollo:
Beyond it being where the victim lived. (Looks like the police team's gone home for the day.)
Trucy:
There might be some clues lying around! Let's get cracking, Apollo!
Examine
Bowls
Trucy:
Look at all these bowls...
Apollo:
They're from Eldoon's Noodles! There's Mr. Salty!
Trucy:
Then, I think we've figured something out.
Apollo:
I think we have.
Trucy:
Mr. Eldoon must do take-out!
Apollo:
... (Not exactly what I was thinking.)
Trucy:
All the bowls have been washed clean...!
Apollo:
I think we've found our first clue, Trucy.
Office door
Leads to:
"Look! This door says "Doctor's Office"!"
Office door (subsequent times)
Apollo:
A plate on this door reads "Doctor's Office".
Trucy:
That was pretty intense, wasn't it!?
Apollo:
If we'd gone in there one second earlier, we might have met the burglar!
Trucy:
But, Apollo... What would we have said if we did see them? We can't exactly shout out "Hey! Who are you!?"
Apollo:
... It does lack a certain punch.
Trucy:
Let's think of something cool to say for the next time we do meet a burglar!
Reception desk
Apollo:
The clinic's reception desk. No one's here, of course. There's a small sign on the counter... "Please pay your bill: Remember, we're the ones holding the scalpel." Brutal... but effective.
Sandals
Trucy:
There's a single pair of sandals here.
Apollo:
Wait, but why would there be sandals here? Unless they belong to one of the patients.
Trucy:
Or maybe it's a visitor that's come to see Dr. Meraktis.
Apollo:
You'd think they'd use his house entrance instead of the clinic entrance, in that case. And, if this patient or visitor isn't still here...
Trucy:
Why'd they leave without their shoes?
Apollo:
(Better take a closer look at these, just in case.)
Sandals added to the Court Record.
Sandals (subsequent times)
Apollo:
A pair of sandals in a deserted clinic...
Trucy:
It's a little scary... when you stop to think about it. And how did the lady go home without her sandals?
Apollo:
Hmm... Maybe her operation here was to add wings, and she flew home?
Trucy:
Oh, I've heard of those! Surgical enhancements, right?
Apollo:
(Surgical enhancements are for a different part of the body, and, I was kidding...)
Slipper rack
Trucy:
These must be the slippers for patients at the clinic.
Apollo:
The same as the pair we found, of course.
Trucy:
Look, a single pair is missing from the rack here, too. And ours have paint on the bottoms... Which means they were taken out of here on the night of the murder.
Apollo:
Right... The paint's from the hit and run, after all. (But what were a pair of clinic slippers doing in that trash can? And what were they doing at the scene of the hit and run?)
Examine evidence
Sandals
Toe print
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo! You think this is...?
Apollo:
Huh... This could be a toe print.
Trucy:
Maybe we can get a print off of this! Let's try it out!
Obtain toe print
Leads to:
"Hey! It worked! That looks like... a big toe, maybe?"
Apollo:
Hey! It worked! That looks like... a big toe, maybe?
Trucy:
But wait! I mean, it's great that we got the print... But is there such a thing as a list of toe prints?
Apollo:
Oh, good point. If there is, Detective Skye didn't give it to us. Which means... we can't match this print.
Trucy:
This seems like a good time to ask a detective's advice.
Apollo:
Yeah, good idea.
Toe print (subsequent times)
Apollo:
So, we have a toe print now.
Trucy:
I'm not sure what good it's going to do us without a list of toe prints to check it on.
Apollo:
(Maybe our detective friend can help us...)
Trucy:
Look! This door says "Doctor's Office"!
Apollo:
Think this is the victim's private office?
Trucy:
It's not locked... Too bad.
Apollo:
Why "too bad"?
Trucy:
I like opening locks! It's kind of a hobby of mine. Like those little bike locks? Don't even bother putting them on when I'm around!
Apollo:
...That's probably not a hobby you want to tell too many people about.
*thump*
Trucy:
......! Ah... Apollo! That sound... It came from behind this door!
Apollo:
(...Someone's in there!) L-Let's check it out, Trucy!
Meraktis Clinic - Office
Apollo:
A break-in! They left through that window!
Trucy:
Wait, Apollo! You're too late to catch them now!
Apollo:
(That must be her experience as a panty-snatcher chaser talking.) Well, we should tell the police!
Trucy:
Let's check the room out, first, Apollo! If we call the police now, we'll lose our chance!
Apollo:
Y-You're right. (She's better at this than I am!)
Trucy:
Well, one thing's for certain. This clinic and our murder case are looking pretty related now!
Examine
Blue jars
Apollo:
Whoa! What are those? The wall is covered with beakers...
Trucy:
Eeeeek! Something's moving inside that one! ...You look, Apollo!
Apollo:
H-Hey, look yourself! You can't... Oh. ...It's a goldfish.
Trucy:
Wow, they're all fish! So many kinds!
Apollo:
(Whoever designed this had a sick sense of humor...)
Lamp
Trucy:
Kind of an expensive-looking lamp, isn't it? Hey... The bulb's broken.
Apollo:
Broken? Don't you mean burned-out?
Trucy:
No. Our cat burglar must have dropped it.
Apollo:
But why is it standing up on the floor like that then?
Trucy:
Hey, look at the cord...
Apollo:
(Huh? There's a red splotch on a part of the cord...) You think that's... blood?
Trucy:
It's a little bright for blood. Almost pinkish.
Apollo:
Something's definitely odd about this lamp, that's for sure.
Lamp added to the Court Record.
Lamp (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Kind of an expensive-looking lamp. The bulb's broken. (And here I thought light bulbs were usually pretty resilient little buggers.)
Trucy:
Maybe the burglar dropped it.
Apollo:
Funny that it's standing upright on the floor then.
Trucy:
It's bit peculiar [sic], isn't it...?
Open window
Apollo:
The window is ajar.
Trucy:
That must be how our burglar escaped!
Apollo:
I wonder who it was?
Trucy:
Maybe it was just a burglar who happened to pick here?
Apollo:
Yeah, but there's a patrol car sitting out front. If I were a burglar, I'd come back the next day at least.
Trucy:
I'd give it a month, myself.
Apollo:
(Whoever broke in obviously needed to break in today.)
Papers and spilled cup
Apollo:
Books and papers are scattered around the room.
Trucy:
Wow, what a mess. This is worse than Daddy's room! The burglar must have left in a hurry.
Apollo:
Even the cup on the desk here is lying on its side. Huh? The juice that spilled out of that cup... It's dry.
Trucy:
So, the messy one wasn't our burglar just now!
Apollo:
Someone knocked this cup over a while ago and left it.
Potted plant
Apollo:
This potted plant has seen better days. Hmm... That doesn't make sense either.
Trucy:
What doesn't?
Apollo:
Normally, burglars are looking for valuables, right?
Trucy:
That's true! That's what I would do! If I were a burglar.
Apollo:
So why look under a potted plant?
Trucy:
Maybe they were looking for the key to the safe?
Apollo:
I've heard of people putting their house keys under plants, but the key to a safe...?
Trucy:
Then maybe the burglar was looking for the house keys!
Apollo:
(This is getting nowhere fast...)
Wall safe
Trucy:
What a cute little safe!
Apollo:
Hmm, looks like a four-digit lock.
Trucy:
...! Someone's already entered in two numbers, Apollo! 7...9... Wait, do you think...
Apollo:
...That burglar just now was trying to open it!? (I wonder what's inside this safe...?)
Trucy:
Hmm, is there any way we can figure out the last two numbers?
Apollo:
Well, we know the first two are 7 and 9...
Trucy:
Maybe there's something in the Court Record? Something that can help us figure out the last two numbers!
Apollo:
(Hmm, I wonder...)
I've got just the thing!
Leads to:
"Well, I have an idea..."
No such luck
Apollo:
That would be a bit too lucky, don't you think?
Trucy:
Well, I suppose... If only there was something that could finger which buttons had been pressed!
Apollo:
(Something that could "finger which buttons were pressed", huh? Maybe there is a way after all...)
Apollo:
Well, I have an idea...
Trucy:
I knew it, Apollo! What is it?
Apollo:
(Well... All we have to know is what buttons have been pressed!) We can use this to find out what the next two numbers are!
Present Fingerprint Powder
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...When you press the buttons, you'd have to touch them..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Trucy:
... I'm not sure how that's going to help us.
Apollo:
(Neither am I, come to think of it...)
Trucy:
If only there was something that could finger which buttons had been pressed!
Apollo:
(Something that could "finger" which buttons were pressed", huh?)
Apollo:
...When you press the buttons, you'd have to touch them... ...with your finger, right?
Trucy:
It would leave a print!
Apollo:
When you open a safe, you don't press any other buttons but the right ones, right? So, if we can find the buttons with fingerprints...
Trucy:
We'll have the safe code! Not bad, Apollo!
Obtain fingerprints
Leads to:
"Look! You can see the oily finger residues clearly."
Apollo:
Look! You can see the oily finger residues clearly. Look at 7 and 9...
Trucy:
These are glove marks. The burglar must have been wearing gloves.
Apollo:
Well, we might not be able to identify the burglar, but we can open this safe! Let's give it a shot!
Input 7952
Code Confirmed
Leads to:
"...It opened!"
Examine safe (subsequent before opening)
Trucy:
Let's enter the code, Apollo! We know the first two numbers are 7 and 9!
Input any number else
Code Incorrect
Leads back into code input
Apollo:
...It opened!
Bullet hole (after opening wall safe)
Apollo:
This looks like a bullet hole!
Trucy:
Hmm, you can still see the bullet sticking out of it.
Apollo:
Why is it in the middle of a safe?
Trucy:
Hey, the bullet came out! The tip is all squished.
Apollo:
Not surprising given that it was fired into a metal safe. (This bullet's got a story behind it, that's for sure.)
Bullet added to the Court Record.
Bullet hole (subsequent times)
Apollo:
(A bullet hole remains in the back wall of the safe. Now why would someone shoot a bullet into a safe?)
Medical chart (after opening wall safe)
Trucy:
This looks like... a medical chart. There's an X-ray in here with it.
Apollo:
An X-ray...? Hmm, can't make heads or tails of it. And I can't read the chart either, it's all in medical-speak.
Trucy:
But, the names are easy enough to read. Look, by "Patient" it says... "Wocky Kitaki"! So this is Wocky... our client's chart, huh.
Apollo:
Why would this one chart be here in this safe...? Let's see, the physician's signature says "Pal Meraktis". Eh...
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Look here where it says who filed the chart...
Trucy:
Let's see... "Nurse Alita Tiala"...!
Apollo:
Alita Tialita is Wocky's fiancée!
Trucy:
That's one "ita" too many, Apololo!
Apollo:
Never mind that, what's her name doing here!?
Trucy:
How should I know? Though... I guess it means she's on staff at this clinic?
Apollo:
Odd that she neglected to mention this before now...
Trucy:
I'm sure she had her reasons.
Apollo:
(So Alita Tiala worked at the Meraktis Clinic... And she had access to Wocki Kitaky's medical chart!)
Trucy:
You got the "I" and "Y" wrong, Appolo!
Apollo:
I'd be very interested to find out what this chart says. (Who could help us decipher this...?)
Wocky's Chart added to the Court Record.
Medical chart (subsequent times)
Apollo:
(Wocky's medical chart was hidden inside a safe... And Alita Tiala was the one who filed it.) We have to figure out what this chart says. (I wonder if there's anyone who can help us decipher it?)
Examine evidence
Lamp
Broken bulb
Apollo:
The bulb is broken. It won't turn on.
Trucy:
Oh? How is it broken...?
Apollo:
Don't touch that. You'll cut yourself.
Trucy:
Eeeek!
Apollo:
Yeah, yeah, fool me once, shame on me, fool my twice...
Trucy:
M-My finger!
Apollo:
Ack! Y-You're bleeding! Let me see that... ......Wait.
Trucy:
...Magic blood! Tee hee! Gotcha!
Apollo:
...Please don't do that again. I have enough to worry about without my co-workers injuring themselves on the evidence.
Red stain on cord
Apollo:
This cord runs to the lamp. It has a red stain on it. Hmm... Gotta wonder what left that stain.
Trucy:
Wait! I know! Maybe it was left there by a red marker! Like, they were trying to write their name, and slipped.
Apollo:
Why would anyone write their name on a lamp cord?
Trucy:
I used to write my name on my magic ropes...
Bullet
Head of Bullet
Trucy:
Wow! It's all mushed!
Apollo:
That was one tough safe.
Trucy:
You know, it looks kinda yummy.
Apollo:
...Huh?
Trucy:
...Like ice cream! Mmm-mmm! Caramel!
Apollo:
You certainly have an active imagination, Trucy.
People Park, after examining Sandal
Ema:
I know that face. That's the face of someone who's made... a discovery!
Trucy:
Hey, how did you know?
Ema:
You can't fool someone trained in the ways of science!
Apollo:
(Next she'll have us analyzing face prints...)
Trucy:
Let's ask Detective Skye to help us, Apollo!
Present
Lamp
Apollo:
Say, could you take a look at this lamp?
Ema:
Hmm. The bulb's broken.
Apollo:
Right. Strange, isn't it?
Ema:
Really? I break bulbs all the time. My desk is a mess and my lamp is always falling over. ...Not too bright, huh?
Apollo:
(Ouch...)
Trucy:
I still think it's kind of odd...
Wocky's Chart
Trucy:
Detective Skye, I was wondering about this...
Apollo:
Ack, Trucy! Wait!
Trucy:
What?
Apollo:
That's vital evidence there. You can't show her that! That's our secret weapon in tomorrow's trial for sure!
Trucy:
Ooh! Clever, Apollo!
Ema:
...What did I tell you before? If you're going to talk behind someone's back, do it quietly.
Bullet
Trucy:
Detective Skye, I was wondering about this...
Apollo:
Ack, Trucy! Wait!
Trucy:
What?
Apollo:
This bullet was inside the safe, right? That means the police don't know about it yet!
Trucy:
Oh, right! We can use this in the trial tomorrow!
Ema:
...Do I have to repeat myself every time? If you're going to talk behind someone's back, do so quietly!
Slippers (after obtain toe print)
Ema:
Ah, the slippers... That's quite a clear print there. ...A toe print.
Trucy:
Too bad we don't know whose toe it is.
Ema:
Well, there is a way of finding out, of course.
Apollo:
There is!? What?
Ema:
All you need is a sample of the same toe print, off another shoe, for instance.
Apollo:
Oh, right. So if the prints matched, you'd know the same person wore both. (Hmm. Do I have another shoe worn by the same person?)
Got one right here
Leads to:
"I think I just might, actually."
No such luck
Apollo:
No... I can't think of anything I might have with a toe print on it.
Ema:
Ah well, it was too much to hope for, I suppose. Let me know if you find something.
Apollo:
(A toe print sample... Hmm.)
Apollo:
I think I just might, actually.
Ema:
Really!?
Apollo:
(I'm beginning to suspect something here...) Detective Skye! Can you compare this sample with this other print?
Present Slippers
Apollo:
Take that!
Ema:
...
Apollo:
What's with the scowl?
Trucy:
It's got a toe print on it, doesn't it?
Ema:
...Of course it matches. It's the same evidence as before!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, right.
Ema:
What are you thinking, trying to compare something with itself!?
Apollo:
(I'd better stop messing up or I'm gonna get struck down by lightning from the Skye.)
Ema:
Try again! And... try scientifically, please.
Apollo:
(Hmm, another toe print. Right!)
Present Sandals
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This pair of sandals, toe print and all."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Ema:
... I did say "toe print" sample, didn't I? Where exactly is the toe print on this evidence!?
Apollo:
(Oops. Stormy Skyes ahead...)
Ema:
Try again. Scientifically this time, if you would.
Apollo:
(Hmm, a toe print. Right!)
Apollo:
This pair of sandals, toe print and all.
Ema:
Ooh! The print on these is nice and clear, too. That makes our job easy.
Apollo:
Can you analyze it for us?
Ema:
Of course! Hang on...
Ema:
Bingo! Gosh, I'm good.
Apollo:
(Hey, we were the ones who found the prints...)
Ema:
A perfect match! The same person wore these sandals and slippers!
Apollo:
I was afraid of that...
Ema:
All you have to do is find out who these sandals belong to! Or... do you already know?
Apollo:
I... can't say. Not yet. (Well, that's one big step closer... ...to the truth!)
Sandals
Ema:
Hmm... Yes... Yes!
Apollo:
Did you find something?
Ema:
Well, scientifically speaking... These are a pair of woman's sandals. Pretty cute, too.
Trucy:
We found them in the lobby at the Meraktis Clinic!
Ema:
Hmm? Say, this sandal has a toe mark...
Apollo:
A toe mark... You mean a toe print?
Ema:
That I do! You can analyze it just like a fingerprint!
Apollo:
(This little clue might be a real windfall!)
Ema:
Oh... There's one problem. The police station doesn't keep a record of toe prints. So we won't know whose it is.
Apollo:
(...I guess that would be too much to hope for.)
Trucy:
Still, it might be useful somehow! Let's analyze it!
Sandals (after obtain toe print)
Ema:
These sandals... That's quite a clear print there. ...A toe print.
Trucy:
Too bad we don't know whose toe it is.
Ema:
Well, there is a way of finding out, of course.
Apollo:
There is!? What?
Ema:
All you need is a sample of the same toe print, off another shoe, for instance.
Apollo:
Oh, right. So if the prints matched, you'd know the same person wore both. (Hmm. Do I have another shoe worn by the same person?)
Got one right here
Leads to:
"I think I just might, actually."
No such luck
Apollo:
No... I can't think of anything I might have with a toe print on it.
Ema:
Ah well, it was too much to hope for, I suppose. Let me know if you find something.
Apollo:
(A toe print sample... Hmm.)
Apollo:
I think I just might, actually.
Ema:
Really!?
Apollo:
(I'm beginning to suspect something here...) Detective Skye! Can you compare this sample with this other print?
Present Slippers
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This pair of slippers, toe print and all."
Present Sandals
Apollo:
Take that!
Ema:
...
Apollo:
What's with the scowl?
Trucy:
It's got a toe print on it, doesn't it?
Ema:
...Of course it matches. It's the same evidence as before!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, right.
Ema:
What are you thinking, trying to compare something with itself!?
Apollo:
(I'd better stop messing up or I'm gonna get struck down by lightning from the Skye.)
Ema:
Try again! And... try scientifically, please.
Apollo:
(Hmm, another toe print. Right!)
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Ema:
... I did say "toe print" sample, didn't I? Where exactly is the toe print on this evidence!?
Apollo:
(Oops. Stormy Skyes ahead...)
Ema:
Try again. Scientifically this time, if you would.
Apollo:
(Hmm, a toe print. Right!)
Apollo:
This pair of slippers, toe print and all.
Ema:
Ooh! The print on these is nice and clear, too. That makes our job easy.
Apollo:
Can you analyze it for us?
Ema:
Of course! Hang on...
Ema:
Bingo! Gosh, I'm good.
Apollo:
(Hey, we were the ones who found the prints...)
Ema:
A perfect match! The same person wore these sandals and slippers!
Apollo:
I was afraid of that...
Ema:
All you have to do is find out who these sandals belong to! Or... do you already know?
Apollo:
I... can't say. Not yet. (Well, that's one big step closer... ...to the truth!)
Slippers or Sandals (subsequent times)
Ema:
Well, if the prints on these slippers and these sandals match, which they do... ...it means that the same person was wearing them.
Trucy:
You know, I thought that's what it might mean! Science is amazing!
Ema:
It is, isn't it!? I've never felt so alive!
Apollo:
(I don't know about science, but this is a major lead!)
Examine evidence
Slippers
Toe print
Apollo:
The toe prints match... Which means the sandals and the slippers were worn by the same person. And the slippers are from the Meraktis Clinic. These have to be connected to the crime!
Sandals
Toe print
Apollo:
The toe prints match... Which means the sandals and the slippers were worn by the same person. If only we knew who these sandals belonged to...
June 16
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Wocky:
Don't cry angel, Daddy's back and Daddy's... ...Oh. You again.
Apollo:
Do you always have to announce your entrances like that?
Wocky:
Man, my old man, he... Man! Now I'm all in a funk, and it's his fault.
Apollo:
(One can only assume that his father tried to teach him a lesson. And failed, clearly.)
Wocky:
You two got your work cut out for you, straight up. Course I don't care if they lock me up. I'm ready to go!
Apollo:
(Some days, I wonder why I do what I do.)
Talk
Guilty verdict
Wocky:
Hey man, you won't see me bugging 'bout one or two guilty charges.
Trucy:
But what if you're found guilty of murder!?
Wocky:
Hey, it's all experience, you feel me, shorty? Like a badge of honor. ...They don't give the death penalty, do they?
Trucy:
...You didn't really do it, did you?
Wocky:
... Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
Apollo:
(If I've learned one thing today... it's that "silence" speaks louder than words.)
Your father
Wocky:
Man, my old man is wack. Disappointing, that's what he is.
Trucy:
I heard he wants to leave the mob?
Wocky:
Over my dead body! I spend my life, trying to keep it real, being an O.G. and never stepping down. Now my old man wants to go soft? Fine, let him. Just leave me out of it.
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Wocky:
The day I get out of the clink... That's the day Alita and I start the next generation of the Kitaki Family.
Apollo:
(Please don't talk as though it's assumed you're going to jail... for my sake.)
Wocky & Alita (appears after presenting Wocky's Chart)
Wocky:
'Bout half a year ago, I was shot during a little turf war with another family. I was ready to die, sure. But they came in and got me, hauled me off to the doc's.
Trucy:
...The Meraktis Clinic?
Wocky:
That's where I met her. My fallen angel...
Apollo:
You mean Alita Tiala?
Wocky:
She was scared of me at first, turns out. But you know what they say -- the bad guy always gets the ladies.
Apollo:
Right...
Wocky:
She was done with that clinic anyhow. So I was like, I'll take you on, woman! Straight gangster style. Guess what she said?
Trucy:
What did she say?
Wocky:
C'mon, give it some thought! She said it real quiet-like, on the down low, know what I'm saying? "I'll leave... if you'll marry me."
Apollo:
So... that was the proposal?
Wocky:
You know it! An oath of love, right there in the hospital room. Just like that, the op was done, and we were outta there. See ya later, bye!
Apollo:
Um, about that "op"...
Wocky:
Yeah. Didn't go so well after all, did it? I know about the report. I know it's still in me.
Health check-up (appears after "Wocky & Alita")
Trucy:
This health check-up was the Boss's idea, you said?
Wocky:
Yeah. Can you imagine? What's the point of living healthy when you're a G, you know what I'm saying?
Trucy:
But didn't you learn about the bullet at that check-up?
Wocky:
Yeah... That's when I knew that doctor had to pay. Figured I could get that cap pulled after I got my revenge. And hey, I'm still living large now, aren't I?
Apollo:
Incidentally... had you ever had a health check-up before?
Wocky:
Naw, my old man suddenly gets this idea that we all gotta get check-ups! Guess he's getting old. Older, I mean.
Present
Sandals
Apollo:
Wocky... You don't happen to recognize these, do you?
Wocky:
Hey! Sure I do! I was the one who bought 'em for her.
Trucy:
For... Ms. Tiala?
Wocky:
Yeah. A birthday present. She's got mad little feet. Mad! So cute, man.
Trucy:
So these sandals are hers...
Apollo:
Yeah... I kinda had a feeling.
Wocky:
What's up with the funky vibes?
Apollo:
(*sigh*...)
Sandals updated in the Court Record.
Wocky's Chart
Wocky:
Huh? What's that? Some kinda X-ray? Wait...
Apollo:
That's right, Wocky. It's yours.
Wocky:
Hey look, I don't smoke or nothing. I'll live long, right?
Trucy:
I don't think he gets it, Apollo...
Apollo:
Ah, take a closer look. Here, in particular... ...where it says "Nurse". ...It's signed "Alita Tiala".
Wocky:
...Huh. You lawyers do your homework.
Trucy:
So, you met Ms. Tiala when you...
Wocky:
Yeah, I met her at the clinic. So?
Apollo:
Could you tell us a bit about the circumstances of your meeting?
Wocky:
Fine, fine! I'll tell you how we met if you want to know that bad.
Anything else
Wocky:
... Man... that is so far off the hook, it's off the chain, G!
Apollo:
(He seems preoccupied with something else...)
Wocky:
...Wonder how my Alita's doing. Man, I miss her.
Examine evidence
Sandals
Toe print
Apollo:
(If these sandals belong to Ms. Tiala... ...then is this print hers, too?)
Trucy:
Something wrong?
Apollo:
No... Nothing.
June 16
Eldoon's House
Trucy:
Mr. Eldoon! We've been looking all over for you!
Guy:
What's the matter, Trucy-doll?
Trucy:
Apollo! Show him what we found! Nothing like expert advice!
Apollo:
(I... suppose he is a doctor still...)
Guy:
... *sniffle*
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon! Is everything OK?
Guy:
I'm just *sniffle* so happy! I just thought my doctor days were gone for good. *sniffle*
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon...
Present
Wocky's Chart
Leads to:
"Um, Mr. Eldoon, could you take a look at this?"
Apollo:
Um, Mr. Eldoon, could you take a look at this?
Guy:
Hrm? A medical chart? Hey, you shouldn't go around taking these from clinics! ...
Trucy:
Why the sudden silence, Mr. Eldoon?
Guy:
What...? What's going on here!?
Apollo:
That's what we want to know! That chart belongs to my client.
Trucy:
He's on trial... On suspicion of murder.
Guy:
On trial! That's crazy! You can't put him on trial! He's ABD!
Trucy:
...ABD?
Guy:
All but dead. He's knocking on the Pearly Gates, and someone's about to answer.
Apollo:
C-Can you tell us why?
Guy:
... Well, permit me to speak as a surgeon... You listen up good now, son.
Apollo:
(No way... It's like he's a completely different person...)
Talk
Wocky's chart
Guy:
Well, according to this chart... this "Wocky Kitaki" feller's not doing so well. He's got a bullet right up side his heart!
Apollo:
That's right.
Guy:
Yeah, but this chart talks about the post-op... In other words, the operation is already finished! ...But you can still see that bullet stuck in there.
Apollo:
Why would it still be in there after the operation to remove it?
Guy:
Well, 'bout the only reason I can think of is, it was too tricky to operate on.
Trucy:
What...?
Guy:
That bullet's snug as a bug there next to the aorta, which is connected to the heart. Heck, that scrap of metal's just surrounded by blood vessels. Kind of a miracle. Two millimeters to either side and there'd be some serious bleeding going on in there. Not something yer average doc'd be eager to fiddle with.
Trucy:
Y-You mean...
Guy:
It took a miracle to get that bullet stuck where it is. I'd take more than a miracle to take it out. It'd take a magician.
Apollo:
...
Trucy:
Um... I'm only up to making rabbits disappear. I haven't learned bullets yet.
Guy:
'Course with the heart pumping and lungs working... That bullet's on the move. I'd give him another half a year, tops.
Apollo:
B-But Wocky's operation was already a half-year ago!
Guy:
That's why I'm saying you're outta time! This kid shouldn't be on trial! He should be on an operating table!
Apollo:
(Great... Just great...)
Meraktis's dilemma (appears after "Wocky's chart")
Leads to:
"How could Dr. Meraktis do such a terrible thing?"
Present
Anything
Apollo:
Um, Mr. Eldoon, could you take a look at this?
Guy:
You think we got time for that? Well, we don't. You see me without my bowl on, you're looking at a man who means business. So stop beating around the bush and get cutting!
Apollo:
(Better hear what he has to say while he's in a talkative mood...)
Trucy:
How could Dr. Meraktis do such a terrible thing? How could he just leave that bullet in there?
Guy:
I got a pretty good idea of how he felt... An emergency operation... He's got the kid's chest open on the table. Then he finds that bullet... That's despair right there, Trucy-doll. Cold despair.
Trucy:
Despair...
Guy:
'Bout the only thing he could do is sew the boy back up. He wasn't exactly in the situation to go admitting he couldn't take it out.
Trucy:
The Kitakis...
Guy:
You bet. This kid's their only son, I hear. So, he skips the operation, and Wocky's back on the street living his life. 'Course, it's only a matter of time before his heart hemorrhages and he drops cold.
Trucy:
How awful...!
Guy:
And which doctor would they take him to? Meraktis. He's got enough ties to them, he could probably cover up the truth of what happened.
Trucy:
That's just horrible! He left Wocky to die!
Guy:
There's a darkness in this world, Trucy-doll. Waiting, hungry. Compared to it, these gangs' turf wars are like kid games. When you're up against real evil... Well, it don't matter if you're weak or strong. It'll take you all the same.
Trucy:
... You were a surgeon, right Mr. Eldoon!? You could operate on Wocky, couldn't you!?
Guy:
...I wish.
Trucy:
What...?
Guy:
I'm afraid there ain't nobody in the country that could. Maybe not even in the world...
Trucy:
So... So Wocky...
Guy:
He's real lucky to be alive even now.
Trucy:
No...!
Apollo:
There's one problem...
Trucy:
Apollo?
Apollo:
This chart... Look at the "Nurse" section... ...Alita Tiala.
Trucy:
That's right! This operation was how they met.
Apollo:
Yeah, the problem is, she knew. She knew about Wocky's condition, guaranteed.
Trucy:
Ah...
Apollo:
Why didn't she ever tell him?
Guy:
...
Apollo:
(It doesn't make sense... If she knew her patient was in serious danger... ...you'd think she'd want to get that second operation before getting engaged!)
Trucy:
What was she thinking!? Apollo?
Apollo:
(What were you thinking, Alita Tiala...?)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Apollo:
No clues here.
Exit footprint analysis session
Ema:
Huh? Giving up already? Suit yourself. If you want to take another swing at it, just let me know.
Running out of plaster during footprint analysis session
Ema:
What are you doing!? Out of plaster already?
Apollo:
Hey, give me a break! I'm just a beginner at this!
Ema:
I'm not that far ahead of you, believe me! ...Fine. I'll make another batch. Don't mess it up this time.
Apollo:
(Plaster, here comes Justice! *sigh*)
Turnabout Corner
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
June 17, 9:52 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Trucy:
This is it, the big day! Did you get any sleep?
Apollo:
Yeah, I went to bed at 1:00 AM or so.
Trucy:
Oh? What time did you wake up?
Apollo:
...3:00 AM.
Trucy:
That's only two hours, Apollo... But, at least you have me! ...And the Amazing Mr. Hat!
Mr. Hat:
Here's looking at you, kid.
???:
Good luck today, Apollo.
Apollo:
Th-That voice...
Phoenix:
Heya. Get any sleep?
Apollo:
...Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I was going out of my mind with boredom, so I signed myself out earlier today. Somehow, that place makes fake piano playing at the Indochine pasta joint seem almost fun.
Trucy:
Daddy! Do you know who Prosecutor Gavin's witness is today?
Phoenix:
Take a guess!
Trucy:
Hmm... How about Little Plum?
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha! That Sherman tank of a mom? Nope, guess again.
Trucy:
That's too bad. You know, speaking of moms... You need to find me a new mommy one of these days, Daddy!
Phoenix:
It's barely morning and you're at it already, Trucy! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(OK, see, this is why I don't buy their "father-daughter" relationship.) So, Mr. Wright! Do you know who the prosecution's witness is?
Phoenix:
...Alita Tiala. Your client's fiancée.
Apollo:
(She's going to be a witness!?)
Trucy:
But that seems odd... Why would she testify against her own fiancé?
Phoenix:
You have to wonder what Gavin's up to.
Apollo:
(Something's going down today, that much is clear!)
Trucy:
Well, not to worry. I've got my panties back. If we can't find a killer, I'll pull one out of there!
June 17, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Wocky Kitaki.
Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Klavier:
...Prosecution is warmed up, and it's a sold-out house.
Judge:
Very well, to recap... While yesterday's witness seemed more guilty than any other party...
Trucy:
Guilty of panty-snatching!
Judge:
We did find out one thing for certain. There were three people in the park at the time of the murder: The witness, the victim, and the defendant.
Klavier:
...Correct, Herr Judge. And today, I'd like to do something a little new age. I'd like to look at this horrible crime... from the outside.
Apollo:
The "outside"...?
Klavier:
The acquisition of the murder weapon... The preparation for the act... Our poor defendant told all, you see. ...To his betrothed.
Judge:
His... bee trove?
Klavier:
...His fiancée, Herr Judge. His partner for life... with no chance for parole.
Judge:
Very well, you may show the erm... "lucky" lady to the stand.
Klavier:
...Your name and occupation, Fräulein.
Alita:
Alita Tiala. My occupation... is future wife.
Judge:
Ah, traditional values! I respect that. Too many brides these days can't even weave baskets blindfolded... underwater. Yet you're here today as a witness for the prosecution?
Alita:
To be honest, I didn't want to testify at first. But... I couldn't hide the truth.
Judge:
Hmm. Honesty! Another admirable trait.
Klavier:
...Fräulein, is it true that, on the day of the crime... ...the defendant, Wocky Kitaki confessed his plans? His plans... for murder?
Alita:
...Yes.
Judge:
The witness will please give her testimony to the court!
Witness Testimony
-- Wocky's Plan --
Alita:
It was the day that the family health check-up results came back.
When Wocky found out that Dr. Meraktis had lied, he flew into a rage.
"I'll teach him!" he said. He took one of the Family's pistols...
...And, you already know what happened that night.
I... just don't see how anyone but Wocky could have done it.
Judge:
So, the pistol did belong to the Kitaki Family, then...
Klavier:
Yes. With regards to this, an investigation is underway at the Kitaki mansion... ...on charges of the possession of illegal firearms.
Judge:
And the bullet that took the victim's life? Was it...
Klavier:
...Fired from the pistol the defendant procured? Yes, this has been proven.
Trucy:
How can you prove something like that?
Apollo:
Bullets carry marks from the barrel that fired them, called "rifling marks".
Trucy:
Rifling marks...?
Klavier:
Think of them as being a gun's fingerprint, left on every bullet it fires.
Apollo:
And when did you first hear about Wocky's plan?
Alita:
It was the day of the murder. I... I should have stopped him! I just didn't think he would actually do it!
Judge:
...Very well. The defense may begin the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Wocky's Plan --
Alita:
It was the day that the family health check-up results came back.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
That was the day of the murder, correct?
Alita:
Yes. Everyone in the Family received their check-up results that day. When Wocky looked at his, his face went so pale...
Klavier:
But of course. He had just found out he had a bullet in his chest!
Apollo:
So, you were there at the time?
Alita:
Yes... Poor Wocky...
Alita:
When Wocky found out that Dr. Meraktis had lied, he flew into a rage.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
That must have been, um, quite frightening.
Alita:
He was furious! He ripped his report up into shreds...
Klavier:
Incidentally, I had to request another copy to file as evidence. A bothersome chore, but one I performed without complaint.
Alita:
Wocky's at an age where he's hard to control when he loses his temper. Of course, that little bit of instability is so cute!
Apollo:
(Great, now he sounds like a psychopath...)
Alita:
"I'll teach him!" he said. He took one of the Family's pistols...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, is it easy to take a pistol out from the house?
Alita:
Not really, I think. There's a system in place to limit access. But Wocky's a special case, being the next-in-line.
Klavier:
Perhaps his treatment was a bit too special, ja?
Alita:
Well, maybe he is a bit spoiled... I hear he got amazing presents for his birthdays. Last year was a switchblade made out of chewing gum and a chocolate gravestone!
Apollo:
(Sounds like he has a taste for sweets... and danger.)
Judge:
The point here being that Wocky had access to a pistol.
Alita:
...And, you already know what happened that night.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
"What happened"... meaning the murder.
Alita:
I tried to stop him, I really did! But Wocky wouldn't listen...
Klavier:
Our defendant was nothing if not determined, it seems.
Judge:
The last thing you should do is blame yourself, miss!
Alita:
I... just don't see how anyone but Wocky could have done it.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
How can you say that for certain? How!?
Alita:
Ah...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, you will refrain from badgering the Fräulein. It was the defendant... erm, Wocky, was it... who took the pistol from his home. We know this for a fact now.
Judge:
I suppose we do.
Klavier:
So, how could anyone else have used this pistol to shoot the victim? They could not. Simple logic, ja?
Judge:
...That does seem to be the case. Does the defense have anything to say regarding this point?
Apollo:
(Could someone else have used that pistol...?)
Had to be Wocky
Apollo:
I'm sure there was another person who could have used that pistol... ...... I just can't think of who.
Klavier:
Of course. He was the only one with access.
Apollo:
(Uh oh, this is bad if I leave it like this...!)
Judge:
You may continue with the cross-examination.
Apollo:
(Was there really no one else with access to that pistol? Someone else with Family ties...?)
Leads back to cross-examination
There was another
Apollo:
Based on your testimony, there was clearly another... One other person had access to that pistol!
Klavier:
What's this...?
Judge:
Hmm... Interesting! Let's ask the defense then... Tell the court who this other person with access was!
Present Alita Tiala profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Well, of course, I mean you, Ms. Tiala."
Present Plum Kitaki or Winfred Kitaki profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
Wh-What's this!?
Trucy:
Whaaaa--! The Boss and his wife!?
Klavier:
Ah, an unexpected ploy.
Trucy:
Apollo! That can't be right! Why would they want to frame their only son!?
Apollo:
Oh...
Judge:
On his parents' behalf, I'd like to give you a penalty.
Apollo:
(Ugh...)
Judge:
Carry on, Mr. Justice.
Leads back to cross-examination
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
......
Trucy:
...He's speechless, Apollo. The judge is speechless.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha... Herr Forehead, our judge is silent. Perhaps you will permit me to explain why?
Apollo:
N-No thanks, I think I know.
Judge:
Then you must have been expecting this penalty.
Apollo:
(Yowch... That didn't go so well...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Trucy:
Poor Ms. Tiala... I can't imagine what it would be like to be in her position!
Apollo:
(...I'm a little more concerned for her fiancé. Why would she testify against him like this...?)
Apollo:
Well, of course, I mean you, Ms. Tiala.
Alita:
...! M-Me...? But why...
Apollo:
You were quite clear when you told the court: You heard about the pistol from the defendant on the day of the murder. In other words, you knew what he was planning.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Let me get this straight... You intend to tell us that this lady stole the pistol from her fiancé... ...and killed a man in cold blood on his behalf? I've heard of people doing strange things for love, but this...
Judge:
It does seem a bit... unfathomable, to be sure. I'm all for romance, and for supporting your partner in life, to be sure. But I think I would hesitate at murder!
Apollo:
(I'd hope you'd do more than hesitate!) But what if a different connection could be proven? A connection between the witness and the victim? We might find that she had a personal motive beyond wanting to help her fiancé.
Klavier:
Hmm, that would put things in a slightly different light. What possible connection are you suggesting here?
Trucy:
You know what I'm starting to think? I'm starting to think that the police never looked inside that safe.
Apollo:
I have evidence showing a connection between the witness Ms. Tiala and the victim!
Present Alita's Sandals
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
Why, those are... flip flops?
Apollo:
"Sandals", actually. Ms. Tiala, do these look familiar to you?
Alita:
...Should they?
Apollo:
I would think so. These sandals were found in the Meraktis Clinic lobby.
Judge:
You don't mean to say those are the witness's sandals?
Alita:
He doesn't. Those sandals could belong to anyone...
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
But the fact is that they don't. They belong to you. We found toe prints on these sandals.
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
Requesting permission to match the prints with the witness's feet, Your Honor!
Judge:
Ms. Tiala, are those your sandals!?
Alita:
...... What if... What if my sandals were at the Meraktis Clinic. So what?
Apollo:
...So what!?
Alita:
You know, I've just remembered something. I hurt my hand a few days ago, and visited that clinic. I must have forgotten them then!
Judge:
Hmm... So you were there as a patient?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Nice try, Ms. Tiala. But the defense is in possession of evidence... ...that proves a connection between you and that clinic!
Alita:
Wh-Whaat!?
Judge:
Evidence? Very well, Mr. Justice...
Apollo:
The evidence that connects her to the Meraktis Clinic is...!
Present Wocky's Chart
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That looks like... a medical chart?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
... Well, I suppose I could see--
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Herr Forehead. This trail you think you have found, it doesn't lead to the truth. Nor to a long career in the legal profession, ja?
Apollo:
Gee, thanks.
Klavier:
Perhaps you will allow me to do the honors?
Judge:
Hmm... Why not? It might be nice for a change.
Klavier:
Most excellent... Let's rock!
Apollo:
(I'll take the usual penalty next time, thanks.)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. Try again.
Leads back to:
"The evidence that connects her to the Meraktis Clinic is...!"
Judge:
That looks like... a medical chart?
Apollo:
Found inside a safe at the Meraktis Clinic. I'd like to draw the court's attention to the names written on the chart.
Judge:
...What!? Ms. Tiala! Whatever... Why is your name on this chart!?
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
Well, care to explain the meaning of this, Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
...... I'm not sure what you mean by "meaning", Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...! (Our warm little fiancée just froze over!)
Alita:
I was on staff at that clinic until half a year ago. It was boring. So I quit. That's all. Is there a problem with that?
Judge:
Ms. Tiala! You testified that you had no connection to the victim!
Alita:
And I don't. Now.
Apollo:
"Now"...?
Alita:
I quit half a year ago, didn't I? So there's no connection. Let me guess, you're the kind of guy... ...who can't rest until he knows every last detail of his girlfriend's past. Am I right?
Judge:
Th-That's not true at all! Why, I... I embrace the ones I love, past flaws and all, no matte--
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
"There's no connection now" doesn't fly in a court of law.
Alita:
Doesn't... fly?
Apollo:
(She's one tough nut. She probably feels right at home with the Kitakis!) You left your job at the Meraktis Clinic, true... But these sandals prove that you remained connected!
Alita:
Ah...! W-Well, who knows? I'm sure there are lots of people with those sandals...
Klavier:
So sorry, Fräulein, but your act isn't working.
Alita:
...!
Klavier:
Your moment of hesitation just now cost you.
Alita:
Wh-What's with you? I thought you were on my side!
Klavier:
I'm afraid there is no side but that which the evidence supports, Ms. Tiala.
Leads to:
"..."
Present Wocky's Chart
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
That looks like... a medical chart?
Apollo:
Found inside a safe at the Meraktis Clinic. I'd like to draw the court's attention to the names written on the chart.
Judge:
...What!? Ms. Tiala! Whatever... Why is your name on this chart!?
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
Well, care to explain the meaning of this, Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
...... I'm not sure what you mean by "meaning", Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...! (Our warm little fiancée just froze over!)
Alita:
I was on staff at that clinic until half a year ago. It was boring. So I quit.
Alita:
That's all. Is there a problem with that?
Judge:
Ms. Tiala! You testified that you had no connection to the victim!
Alita:
And I don't. Now.
Apollo:
"Now"...?
Alita:
I quit half a year ago, didn't I? So there's no connection. Let me guess, you're the kind of guy... ...who can't rest until he knows every last detail of his girlfriend's past. Am I right?
Judge:
Th-That's not true at all! Why, I... I embrace the ones I love, past flaws and all, no matte--
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
"There's no connection now" doesn't fly in a court of law.
Alita:
Doesn't... fly?
Apollo:
(She's one tough nut. She probably feels right at home with the Kitakis!) You left your job at the Meraktis Clinic, true... But you remained connected somehow!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. Show us evidence that proves the witness is still connected to the Meraktis Clinic!
Present Alita's Sandals
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"These sandals were found in the Meraktis Clinic lobby."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
... Well, I suppose I could see--
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Herr Forehead. This trail you think you have found, it doesn't lead to the truth. Nor to a long career in the legal profession, ja?
Apollo:
Gee, thanks.
Klavier:
Perhaps you will allow me to do the honors?
Judge:
Hmm... Why not? It might be nice for a change.
Klavier:
Most excellent... Let's rock!
Apollo:
(I'll take the usual penalty next time, thanks.)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. Try again.
Leads back to:
"Show us evidence that proves the witness is still connected to the Meraktis Clinic!"
Apollo:
These sandals were found in the Meraktis Clinic lobby. ...They're yours, aren't they?
Alita:
Ah...! W-Well, who knows? I'm sure there are lots of people with those sandals...
Klavier:
So sorry, Fräulein, but your act isn't working.
Alita:
...!
Klavier:
Your moment of hesitation just now cost you.
Alita:
Wh-What's with you? I thought you were on my side!
Klavier:
...Perhaps you are unaware that toes leave "toe prints"? A simple analysis of these sandals will reveal all.
Leads to:
"..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
... I fail to see exactly what sort of connection this shows.
Apollo:
Well, see, that's because... (...there isn't one?)
Judge:
...I believe I understand. And I believe your wildly wandering eyes deserve a penalty.
Apollo:
(...One more try! I'll get it this time!)
Leads back to:
"I have evidence showing a connection between the witness Ms. Tiala and the victim!"
Alita:
... Well, now we see your true colors. I was wrong to cooperate with you from the beginning! I just wanted... I just wanted you to help get Wocky back on the straight and narrow.
Judge:
Hmm... This court thinks you need to worry less about Wocky and more about yourself. It sounds as though we need to hear a bit more about your story.
Apollo:
Your sandals were found in the entrance to the clinic... Which means you went there on the day of the murder!
Alita:
Well, there's little point in denying it.
Judge:
Very well. The witness will tell us about this visit. Why did you go to the Meraktis Clinic that day?
Witness Testimony
-- The Meraktis Clinic --
Alita:
I did go to the clinic that day. My first time in half a year, since I quit in January.
I went to warn him. After all, I knew Wocky had the pistol.
The doctor always was a timid man... too timid to admit his own mistake.
Why else would I have gone? I'm not hiding any dark secrets.
I wanted to tell him to be careful, as an old friend.
Judge:
By "mistake", you mean... ...the mistake we heard about from the defendant? The botched operation?
Alita:
He was a timid, small man... but I never wished him harm. I just thought I should let him know, you know?
Judge:
Hmm... That does make sense.
Klavier:
Yes, but there is still one thing which does not.
Judge:
What's that, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
The sandals left in the lobby, of course. We can assume she wore these sandals to the clinic, ja? Then why did she not wear them home? If it were me, I would have worn them home.
Judge:
I would have worn those sandals home, too.
Klavier:
So, why were the sandals left behind?
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
(Ack! He pointed out the contradiction before me!)
Klavier:
...There's probably a good explanation for this. Right, Ms. Tiala? ...Say, for instance... There happened to be a similar pair of sandals there which you wore home by mistake?
Alita:
... Actually, that's right. I'm impressed, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier:
Oh, it is nothing. There is, after all, no other possible explanation. Ja, Forehead?
Apollo:
(Oh, what the...! No fair! He's filling the holes in her testimony...)
Judge:
The defense may begin the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Meraktis Clinic --
Alita:
I did go to the clinic that day. My first time in half a year, since I quit in January.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Around what time did you go to the clinic?
Alita:
I don't remember exactly, but it was after 9:30, I think.
Apollo:
And that was the first time you had contacted Dr. Meraktis in half a year?
Alita:
Of course it was. He wasn't the kind of boss you made "friends" with.
Judge:
So, why did you go to the clinic that day?
Alita:
I went to warn him. After all, I knew Wocky had the pistol.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Did you want Dr. Meraktis to run away?
Alita:
Well, after I failed to stop Wocky... ...I thought that was the only other way to avoid the problem.
Apollo:
Couldn't you have called? Why go in person?
Alita:
I called several times that evening, but no one was in.
Klavier:
The victim was busy driving home until after 9:00 PM that night, remember? This was proven by this mirror yesterday, ja?
Alita:
I thought if I warned him, he would run away for sure. Knowing the doctor...
Alita:
The doctor always was a timid man... too timid to admit his own mistake.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You mean that act of malpractice on Wocky, correct?
Alita:
If he had just told Wocky the truth in the beginning, none of this would have happened.
Judge:
True, that operation was the start of this whole affair.
Alita:
Oh. Of course, if he'd told him... ...he might have been "erased" by the Kitakis much earlier.
Judge:
A disturbing thought!
Klavier:
We know that the Meraktis Clinic had ties to the Kitaki Family. He probably couldn't have gone to the police, even if he wanted to.
Alita:
That's why I knew I had to warn him!
Alita:
Why else would I have gone? I'm not hiding any dark secrets.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
No "dark secrets", eh?
Alita:
What? Look at me however you want, Mr. Justice, you won't find a thing.
Apollo:
(She's hiding something, I know it! I must have some evidence that proves it, too...)
Alita:
You're free to think whatever you like. I went to that clinic with only one thought in mind.
Present Wocky's Chart
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
This chart was found inside a safe in the doctor's office.
Alita:
...Yes?
Apollo:
Why would this one chart be in that safe? Ms. Tiala, you know why it was, don't you?
Alita:
...!
Judge:
Mind filling me in?
Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis didn't have the leisure of making "mistakes". That's why he wrote up a false report, and kept the truth locked away.
Klavier:
...Bad Herr Doktor.
Apollo:
And this is where you come in, Ms. Tiala.
Alita:
...
Apollo:
The nurse who filed this chart was you, which means... ...you knew about Wocky's failed operation!
Judge:
Interesting...
Apollo:
You were in the same position as Dr. Meraktis! Kind of makes it hard to claim "no connection", doesn't it?
Alita:
You're bold for a novice, I'll give you that.
Apollo:
...!
Alita:
Mr. Justice, you must know I was only a nurse. The doctor is responsible for the chart's contents.
Judge:
Hmm... This chart business seems to be quite important. Please amend your testimony accordingly.
Alita:
Too bad, little attorney.
BRACELET THUMPS
Apollo:
...!
BRACELET THUMPS
Apollo:
(My bracelet's reacting again!)
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
I felt my bracelet vibrate just now...
Trucy:
Your bracelet...?
Apollo:
Just like yesterday. Like you said!
When a witness is unsure of something, their nervous habit gives them away!
Trucy:
But... I can't see anything, Apollo.
Apollo:
Eh...? (Then what's my bracelet reacting to?)
Trucy:
Wait, maybe... Yes, that has to be it!
Apollo:
What has to be it?
Trucy:
Your senses, Apollo... They must be sharper than mine!
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
I can't see it, but you can sense it!
Apollo:
I don't know about that, Trucy! I don't have some kind of special power or anything.
Trucy:
Listen to me, Apollo! There's a weak point somewhere in Ms. Tiala's testimony! But we don't know what her nervous habit is.
Apollo:
Well, then what do we do!?
Trucy:
You have to perceive it yourself, Apollo! With your eyes... and your senses!
Apollo:
(Then it's up to me and my bracelet... I don't know why, but the bracelet helps. Somehow, touching it helps me focus. Let's give it a shot and bring down that testimony!)
Changes statement from "Why else would I have gone? I'm not hiding any dark secrets." to "Why would I go to the clinic now for a half-year-old chart?"
Alita:
Why would I go to the clinic now for a half-year-old chart?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But your signature was on that chart.
Alita:
So? What does that have to do with this case? If there was something in that chart to make me look bad, I would have dealt with it. The only one responsible for that chart is the presiding doctor... Dr. Meraktis.
Apollo:
(She's hiding something, I can smell it... And I bet she's got a habit that gives it away! I just have to focus to find her nervous habit! Maybe it's time to give my bracelet a rub...)
Perceive ring twitch on "go to the clinic now"
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
Why go to the clinic for a half-year-old chart now, you ask? But, you know why you would go "now", don't you.
Alita:
I don't know what you're talking about.
Apollo:
It was quite clear, Ms. Tiala. You have a nervous habit. The moment you said the word "now"... ...you used your right thumb to fiddled [sic] with your ring.
Alita:
Wh-What?
Apollo:
(She was unsure... I saw it! "Now"... That's the key word!) The chart wasn't a part of your past... It was a clear and present threat!
Alita:
That's ridiculous, why if that were the case... ...I would have had six months to do something about it!
Apollo:
Indeed.
Alita:
Eh...?
Apollo:
Which means something happened quite recently... Something to make that chart a problem for you now.
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
(I've got her on the ropes now, I can feel it! Time to strike the killing blow... with evidence!) ...Ms. Tiala. There's no use trying to hide it. The chart became a threat to you now... because of this!
Present Wocky's Check-Up Report
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"A health check-up report.. belonging to the defendant."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Alita:
...Because of what?
Apollo:
Um...
Alita:
The eyes of a hawk... and the brain of a toad.
Apollo:
(Ribbit! I mean, ack! I can't lose this now! C'mon toad brain, one more try!)
Leads back to:
"The chart wasn't a part of your past..."
Apollo:
A health check-up report.. belonging to the defendant. The Kitakis are trying to get out of the business. The health check-up this month was their first ever... ...What did you think when you heard about this?
Alita:
Eh? Oh, n-nothing. Why should I think anything?
Apollo:
Oh? I would think you were positively beside yourself. Because you were afraid. You knew what Wocky's chest X-ray would reveal!
Alita:
...Urk!
Apollo:
A full half year had passed since the operation. You thought you were home free... ...when the chart came back to haunt you!
Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
That's all, Your Honor.
Judge:
...... Wh-What just happened? Did... the witness just admit to lying?
Alita:
...!
Klavier:
I sensed it. There was a great "aura" emanating from Herr Forehead. ...Very cool. So, the lady was lying, it seems.
Apollo:
That's correct. She said she had no connection to the Meraktis Clinic. But her connection was deep indeed... A bit too deep. If the Kitakis got a hold of this chart with her name... ...she'd be finished. Isn't that right, Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
... You guessed it.
Judge:
Order! Order!!!
Apollo:
(I-I did it! I broke her testimony!)
Trucy:
Amazing, Apollo! I didn't see it at all! Daddy was right about you!
Alita:
Wait!
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
It's true, that chart was bad news for me. That's why I went to meet the doctor that day! But that's all! I told him about Wocky and went home!
Klavier:
...It appears this cross-examination is far from over.
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaaat!?
Klavier:
She hid the truth from us, this is clear, yet... It is not clear that this truth has anything to do with the case at hand!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. The witness will add this to her testimony. And... we'll have a bit more cross-examination.
Apollo:
(Grr! I was so close!)
Trucy:
You're still close! Keep on her, Apollo!
Changes statement from "I wanted to tell him to be careful, as an old friend." to "Nothing happened at all. I warned him, and left."
Press (after perceiving correctly)
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
We already know you're lying about having no reason!
Alita:
I know you know! Don't look at me like that!
Apollo:
Huh...?
Alita:
Like I'm some two-bit washed up good-for-nothing... You scared me!
Klavier:
...I concur. Even I am rarely treated to such a... hot gaze.
Apollo:
S-Sorry... (Maybe I need to do some face training, too...)
Alita:
I wanted to tell him to be careful, as an old friend.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But, then you'd be betraying Wocky, wouldn't you?
Alita:
No, I did it for him, for us!
Klavier:
She went to warn him, so that her fiancé would not have to commit such a crime, ja?
Alita:
I didn't want them to take my Wocky away...
Alita:
Nothing happened at all. I warned him, and left.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
How did Dr. Meraktis respond to the warning?
Alita:
Oh, he was quite surprised. Panicky, even. Who wouldn't be scared to learn a Kitaki was after them?
Judge:
Incidentally, this court is not afraid of any mobsters! Why, we had a life-threatening situation just yesterday right here in this courtroom.
Apollo:
(Yeah, real impressive the way you stood up to the attack of the Amazing Mr. Hat, sir...)
Klavier:
...After which I carried you back to your chambers.
Trucy:
...Sounds like the judge had quite a fright.
Apollo:
("Nothing happened" in Dr. Meraktis's office that day, huh...)
Trucy:
But what about the mess we found? Something definitely happened in that office, Apollo!
Apollo:
I know, I know... But we can't prove "when" it happened. Nor that Alita Tiala was in any way involved...
Trucy:
Well, let's try putting some evidence up anyway!
Present Bullet
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say "nothing happened" in the doctor's office."
Apollo:
(There's no way she went to that clinic just to "warn" him!)
Trucy:
Do you know why she went, Apollo?
Apollo:
(Time to figure out what really happened at that clinic... and fast!)
Apollo:
You say "nothing happened" in the doctor's office. I disagree. Take a look at this.
Alita:
What's that? It looks like a squished-up ball of clay. Kind of like you, actually.
Apollo:
This bullet was found in the Meraktis Clinic office. Something did "happen" in that office, Ms. Tiala!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Enough of this joking around. The police investigated that clinic.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Ah, but this was stuck inside the doctor's safe.
Klavier:
Inside the safe...?
Trucy:
I guess the police didn't check that far.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...But there is a problem. How can you say that bullet was fired on that day?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Weren't you the one who explained rifling marks to us?
Klavier:
...!
Apollo:
The pistol was taken from the Kitaki Mansion that day. If the marks on this bullet match the murder weapon... ...then that proves a firearm was discharged in that office on the day of the murder!
Klavier:
... Not bad, Herr Forehead.
Judge:
Bailiff! Have this bullet analyzed immediately!
Thirty minutes later... A report arrives: "The rifling marks on both bullets are identical."
Judge:
Well... It seems as though the bullet in the safe was fired from the murder weapon.
Klavier:
...
Judge:
Perhaps the defense would like to state their position?
Apollo:
...The bullet in that safe proves one fact: A pistol was fired in that office on that day. And at the time of the firing, the safe was open. The safe which contained the top-secret chart.
Judge:
Do you think someone was threatening Dr. Meraktis? In order to open the safe?
Apollo:
Only one person was in a position to do such a thing. Our witness, Alita Tiala!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! Mr. Justice! Where are you going with this? Are you accusing the witness!?
Apollo:
Alita Tiala knew about Wocky Kitaki's botched operation! She got engaged to him without telling him about it! As long as that bullet remained in his chest, his days were numbered. What if she married him, and then the bullet finally reached its destination!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaat!?
Klavier:
That reminds me. Apparently, the Kitakis have been asserting themselves in lawful business practices... They're making quite a great deal of money... a fortune, if you will.
Judge:
Nefarious! So she planned to marry him just to get her hands on this fortune?
Objection!
Wocky:
You keep talking trash about my Alita... ...and I'll sue you, lawyer-man!
Apollo:
...Huh? Me!?
Wocky:
Yeah! You said... You said you'd... You'd... You'd abuse my Alita!
Apollo:
Um, I think you mean "accuse"...!
Wocky:
Same difference! Well you can't have her! She's mine! It was me! I shot that doctor! Me! He left me to die, so I left him to die, too, there in that park!
Apollo:
W... Wocky! Just cool down a second, please!
Wocky:
You keep your hands off my Alita! Or I'll...
???:
...Tee...
Alita:
Tee... hee hee ha ha ha ha!
Judge:
M... Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
I-I'm sorry. I just... It's been so long since I've laughed so hard.
Apollo:
Something funny?
Alita:
...Wocky. Wake up and smell reality!
Wocky:
A... Alita-baby?
Alita:
The signature on the chart, the engagement... I mean, come on! It's so obvious. Even for a brainless, spoiled brat such as yourself.
Wocky:
Alita...
Klavier:
Your honesty is like a breath of foul air, Fräulein.
Alita:
Hey, I wasn't getting out of this clean, anyway.
Apollo:
So... The Family fortune is what you're really after!
Alita:
That's right. I wanted the money.
Wocky:
No way! That's wack! I ain't trying to hear that!
Alita:
Should have done the wedding earlier. Oh well. ...By the way, can I ask you a question?
Apollo:
Who, me?
Alita:
I believe you said you were going to abuse me?
Apollo:
...Accuse.
Alita:
Of what crime, might I ask?
Apollo:
Huh?
Alita:
Oh, I'm a bad girl. Sure. I got close to that brat because I wanted his money. But he was the one with the pistol. He could've fired it into the safe after I'd already left the clinic.
Apollo:
What...?
Alita:
I would never do a thing like that. It was definitely that silly brat.
Apollo:
Wait, but...
Trucy:
What are you talking about!?
Apollo:
T-Trucy...?
Trucy:
You had the most to lose if that chart was found!
Alita:
...But I didn't have a pistol, now did I?
Trucy:
W-Well, you could have taken Wocky's!
Alita:
You'd think he'd have mentioned that, no? All I've heard him say is, "It was me! I shot him!"
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
That's only because he's trying to protect you!
Klavier:
Sorry to intrude in this lovely conversation...
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
But the two of you are forgetting one critical point.
Trucy:
What... What point!?
Klavier:
Certainly, the Fräulein wanted that chart. You assume she threatened the doctor into opening that safe. But then... ...wouldn't she have taken the chart?
Trucy:
Oh...
Klavier:
You see? That chart wouldn't have been left in that safe!
Trucy:
Ack!
Apollo:
(He... He's right!)
Judge:
...Ms. Tiala.
Alita:
...Yes?
Judge:
It is clear to this court that you are not a very good fiancée.
Alita:
Oh, I'm flattered.
Judge:
Perhaps it's time you told us the truth? Tell us about yourself, including your actions and whereabouts on that day.
Apollo:
Don't forget! We've proven that you were at the Meraktis Clinic on the day of the crime!
Alita:
......
Witness Testimony
-- The Meraktis Clinic 2 --
Alita:
Yes, I went to the clinic that day to speak to the doctor.
I wanted that chart, but I failed to get it. So I went back to the clinic later.
In any case, I didn't shoot him. You don't even have proof I stole that pistol, do you.
And that brat was spotted in the park at the moment of the crime!
Frankly, I don't think it matters if Dr. Meraktis was shot in the temple or not.
Judge:
You went back "later"...?
Alita:
That chart was dangerous, you understand. I needed to get rid of it, that's why I went that day...
Klavier:
But you couldn't get the chart then, could you?
Alita:
...And later that night, Dr. Meraktis was shot. I heard about the shooting, waited a day, but then I had to go back... ...No easy feat with the cops all over the place.
Apollo:
...Ah! Th-That was you!?
*thump*
Trucy:
......! Ah... Apollo! That sound... It came from behind this door!
Apollo:
(...Someone's in there!)
Apollo:
A break-in! They left through that window!
Apollo:
So you were the burglar...
Alita:
That was you two? If only I had one more minute... ...then I could have opened that safe and gotten the chart!
Judge:
What!? That's trespassing! And brazen, at that!
Alita:
Oh, is this a trial for trespassing now? Besides... You can't blame a girl for wanting to protect herself... They are gangsters, you know.
Judge:
In any case, Mr. Justice, your cross-examination!
Apollo:
(Admitting the little crime to avoid the big one, eh?)
Cross Examination
-- The Meraktis Clinic 2 --
Alita:
Yes, I went to the clinic that day to speak to the doctor.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Why "that day"?
Alita:
That brat was uncontrollable. He was ready to kill! And that would bring in the police... And that chart would become evidence... And I'd be hung out to dry... *sniffle*
Trucy:
But the police didn't check the safe, did they?
Apollo:
Well, they thought the crime scene was the park.
Klavier:
I'll make sure the responsible parties feel the heat... Such sloppiness won't be tolerated, ja?
Apollo:
(I'm kinda thankful for that sloppiness myself, actually...)
Alita:
I wanted that chart, but I failed to get it. So I went back to the clinic later.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
"Later"...?
Alita:
When I heard what happened, well, I was too scared to do anything that day. So I waited until the day after... The 16th, was it? ...Of course, you and that meddling kid had to get in my way.
Judge:
But why did Dr. Meraktis keep that chart around? It was clearly dangerous for him. He could have burned it.
Alita:
Because he's a coward. The chart was his insurance.
Judge:
Insurance...?
Alita:
My signature on that chart, to be more specific. That made sure I couldn't betray him.
Alita:
In any case, I didn't shoot him. You don't even have proof I stole that pistol, do you.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But you could have stolen it!
Alita:
"Could have"? Is this some new definition of proof?
Apollo:
We'll ask Wocky. He'll tell us!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Might I remind you this is a cross-examination? You might want to keep your baseless theories to yourself.
Apollo:
Mmmmmnk! (He's right, isn't he...)
Alita:
And that brat was spotted in the park at the moment of the crime!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Y-Yeah, but... Um...
Alita:
But what? You have nothing to say. This case is over. It was over the moment that brat was seen in the park! What's the point in dragging it out any further?
Alita:
Frankly, I don't think it matters if Dr. Meraktis was shot in the temple or not.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"The doctor was shot in the right temple, yes?"
Apollo:
(I think we're seeing her true colors now...)
Trucy:
She's trying to push all the blame on Wocky! And she's getting away with it!
Apollo:
(My bracelet didn't react to anything this time... I guess that means there's nothing worth perceiving... Time to get old school!)
Apollo:
The doctor was shot in the right temple, yes?
Alita:
So it seems.
Klavier:
...Let's review the facts again, shall we? If the killer shot from this location... ...the bullet would've struck our victim square in the forehead. However! The entry wound... ...was in the right temple.
Judge:
Yes, we heard testimony on this yesterday. At the time of the shooting, the witness was standing here. Just before the gun was fired, he shouted. The victim turned his head to look... and was shot.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
But that testimony was proven to be a lie! Our egregious panty-snatcher, Mr. Stickler, did witness the crime... But he was standing to the north, next to the trash can where he tossed those panties! If Mr. Stickler shouted from this location, the bullet couldn't hit his right temple!
Alita:
Silly, silly attorney...
Apollo:
Wh-What...!?
Alita:
Do you remember what you had for breakfast that morning?
Apollo:
... Do you remember, Trucy?
Trucy:
I always have a glass of milk for breakfast.
Alita:
What matters is one thing: The doctor was shot in his right temple. If that's the case, there can only be one explanation! The panties guy was mistaken.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
But his location was proven! You can't write that off as him being "mistaken"!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Then why don't you show us, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
Show you... what?
Klavier:
Must I explain everything? Very well, let's recap: If the witness, panties guy, was standing to the north... ...then where was the shooter standing? From what location did the killer shoot the victim?
Judge:
But wait! If the witness was standing there... ...how could anyone shoot the victim in the right temple?
Klavier:
...Ah ha ha ha ha! I merely laid out the facts for us. It is up to the one possessing the shiny forehead to show us. ...If you can, that is.
Apollo:
(Wocky Kitaki was standing at the "Killer" mark... Wesley Stickler at the "Witness" mark... And of course Pal Meraktis was at the "Victim" mark...)
Judge:
Let's hear what the defense has to say. Where was the killer standing when they shot the victim?
At the "killer" mark
Apollo:
At the "killer" mark, of course!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
In one fell swoop, we are back where we were yesterday, ja? How do you explain the wound in the victim's right temple?
Apollo:
............ Uh, that is a problem, isn't it?
Judge:
Thank you, Mr. Justice, for pointing out the obvious!
Trucy:
That would make Wocky the killer, Apollo! Geez!
Judge:
One more time, if you would.
Leads back to:
"Let's hear what the defense has to say."
At the "witness" mark
Apollo:
The killer was standing at the "Witness" mark!
Judge:
That would explain the wound in the victim's right temple.
Klavier:
So, once again, you are accusing Wesley Stickler? ...As the murderer of Pal Meraktis?
Apollo:
(I would be, wouldn't I...)
Alita:
Finally, a glimmer of sense.
Klavier:
Very well, Herr Forehead. Show us proof! Have you evidence that incriminates Wesley Stickler?
Apollo:
(I guess he really is the most likely suspect... Do I have some evidence that shows Mr. Stickler did it?)
Present anything
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"........."
Klavier:
.........
Judge:
Apparently, you lack this promised evidence.
Apollo:
(Ugh... That wasn't it...)
Klavier:
You'll never succeed if your base assumption is faulty. Perhaps you should rethink this from the top, ja?
Apollo:
(Maybe he's right...)
Klavier:
In fact, you may want to rethink your choice of career.
Apollo:
(Hey, that was a bit uncalled for, don't you think!?) Your Honor, the defense would like to reconsider!
Judge:
...Very well. This penalty should help keep you on track.
Leads back to:
"Let's hear what the defense has to say."
Someplace else
Leads to:
"As the facts stand now, we can't explain this crime..."
Apollo:
As the facts stand now, we can't explain this crime... ...without contradicting ourselves at some point. But I know why. The real killer shot from an entirely different location!
Alita:
What are you talking about!? I don't see any other place...
Judge:
Apparently, Mr. Justice does. ...Let's hear it. Where in the park did the killer shoot the victim from?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
It's time to raise the roof! ...And the stakes.
Apollo:
Eh?
Klavier:
Penalties are such frightening things, don't you think? But what if they were a bit more... terrifying? ...Like so.
Judge:
D-Double penalty?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead wishes to take us in a new direction? Then he must be ready for the challenges ahead!
Apollo:
...Challenge accepted. (It's Justice time!)
Trucy:
A-Are you sure, Apollo?
Apollo:
(The key is the witness, Mr. Stickler's testimony! If we believe that, and we know where he stood... ...and the victim turned when he shouted... ...there's only one place the killer could have been!) The killer shot the victim from... here!
Present noodle stand
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I believe we all owe a debt of gratitude..."
Present Killer or Witness mark
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
This is where the killer shot from!
Judge:
But then the killer couldn't have shot his right temple.
Klavier:
So young, and already senile. How unfortunate...
Judge:
I'll have you know I'm not senile! Why I remember exactly what I ate the morning of the crime! .............................. Ahem! Penalty!
Apollo:
(...No fair.)
Klavier:
You seem intent on digging your own grave. Here, have a shovel and try again.
Leads back to:
"The key is the witness, Mr. Stickler's testimony!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
This is where the killer shot from!
Judge:
Hmm. I hadn't thought of that.
Apollo:
None of us did, Your Honor!
Klavier:
And this explains the wound in the right temple how?
Apollo:
... I hadn't thought of that.
Judge:
An amusing diversion, Mr. Justice. Penalty.
Klavier:
Yes, amusing... like your career, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Fine, rub it in...)
Klavier:
Perhaps you would be so kind as to try again?
Leads back to:
"The key is the witness, Mr. Stickler's testimony!)"
Apollo:
I believe we all owe a debt of gratitude... ...to Ms. Alita Tiala.
Alita:
Wh-What do you mean?
Apollo:
Thanks to you, we had a chance to review the crime... ...and this time, we were prepared. We know that Wesley Stickler was telling the truth! We should have listened to him from the beginning. Wesley Stickler was standing next to the trash can when he saw the two men. ...He shouted, just as he told us in his testimony. ...And the victim turned to look in his direction. A shot was fired! The victim was hit in the right temple.
Judge:
Oh no...
Apollo:
Oh yes! Which direction was his right temple facing at that moment? That's right! Toward the noodle stand!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! S-So you're saying... ...the killer was inside the noodle stand!?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Let's think about this a bit more, shall we? You say the killer was "inside the noodle stand". Which would mean the victim, Dr. Meraktis came to the park... ...wheeling his own murderer in the cart behind him!
Alita:
This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! I'd think you'd notice if you were pulling someone along!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
There's something we should worry about before that! Why was he pulling the noodle stand in the first place!?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Let's deal with our problems one at a time, shall we? Someone was hiding in the stand... We have not come this far to talk about "possibilities". ...Let's talk about "proof", baby. Show us evidence that proves someone was in that stand!
Apollo:
(Can I prove that...?) You want evidence that someone was in that stand...?
Well, I've got it!
Apollo:
...I've got it right here.
Judge:
Intriguing! Let's see what you've got.
Leads to:
"Show us proof that someone was hiding in the noodle stand!"
Well, too bad!
Apollo:
Well, too bad!
Klavier:
.........
Apollo:
...Kidding! Just kidding! I've got it! (...Whew, close one.)
Judge:
...Then let's see it.
Leads to:
"Show us proof that someone was hiding in the noodle stand!"
Judge:
Show us proof that someone was hiding in the noodle stand!
Present Slippers
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
""The Meraktis Clinic"... And they're covered with paint."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
... Thoughts, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
We have a choice between Heaven... or Hell. Either our brains are damaged, or Herr Forehead's is. I wonder which it is?
Judge:
...This court finds Mr. Justice's brain faulty. ...By majority vote.
Apollo:
(Ugh... Time to pick something else...)
Judge:
How about showing us the right evidence this time?
Leads back to:
"Show us proof that someone was hiding in the noodle stand!"
Apollo:
"The Meraktis Clinic"... And they're covered with paint. These slippers were found in a trash can near the crime scene.
Klavier:
And...?
Apollo:
A single slipper print was found at the scene... ...Right next to the noodle stand!
Alita:
Ack...!
Apollo:
Oh, and Ms. Tiala. Your toe print was found in the left slipper!
Alita:
Urk...!
Apollo:
In other words... ...this is proof you were inside that noodle stand!
Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Yet there was only one slipper mark found at the scene... ...Can this be called a footprint, in good faith?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
...Observe the diagram! A park pathway runs right next to the slipper mark! A slipper wouldn't leave a trace on a cobblestone path!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Yet you still cannot say this is a "footprint", ja?
Apollo:
Why not!?
Klavier:
You have an impression left by a single slipper... What if it was on the stand and simply fell to the ground?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
That's... That's just dumb!
Klavier:
One more thing. A noodle stand is typically cluttered with the tools of the noodle-making trade. There's no room for a person to ride in there!
Judge:
Hmm... You have a point. Could someone have hidden in that stand?
Trucy:
Apollo! I think I might be on to something!
Apollo:
...?
Trucy:
I think I've figured out one of our pieces of evidence! In order to make room in the stand, some things would have to be...
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Do you have proof that someone could have hidden in the stand?
Apollo:
I can prove one thing. Someone did scheme to clear space in that stand!
Present Bowl
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is a noodle bowl from the stolen Eldoon's Noodles noodle stand."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
... I don't see how that evidence relates to the matter at hand.
Apollo:
(Ack! ...That wasn't it. Maybe if I submit another piece of evidence while he's thinking...)
Judge:
Stop right there! I think someone's "scheming" to avoid a penalty. ...We'll have none of that.
Apollo:
(Oops...)
Klavier:
Again, Mr. Justice, if you would. Your evidence?
Leads back to:
"I can prove one thing."
Apollo:
This is a noodle bowl from the stolen Eldoon's Noodles noodle stand.
Judge:
Yes, and what about it?
Apollo:
We discovered a large quantity of these bowls yesterday... ...in the lobby of the Meraktis Clinic!
Alita:
...!
Judge:
A large quantity of noodle bowls in the victim's clinic?
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon was very clear about those bowls.
Guy:
Well, I don't care who did it! Without that stand, I'm finished! All my noodle bowls were in there, too.
Apollo:
Yet the bowls were removed! That night, there was space inside that noodle stand! Space created at the Meraktis Clinic, no less. Right around the time that you were there, Ms. Alita Tiala!
Alita:
Stooooooooooooop! I won't listen to any more of these wild fantasies! No... not fantasies... They're worse lies than that spoiled brat's pickup lines!
Judge:
I would like to remind the witness of her current status. This court does not consider you entirely innocent.
Alita:
Show me an innocent... I'll show you a fairy tale.
Judge:
...In any case. The defense has, somehow, made its point. The witness had both a motive and an opportunity to kill Dr. Meraktis.
Alita:
More fairy tales! This whole trial is a fairy tale!
Judge:
Then please, pull us back down to reality, Ms. Tiala. I'm giving you one last chance to explain yourself.
Apollo:
(This is it! Why was Dr. Meraktis pulling that stand that night...? ...And what was Alita Tiala doing inside it? Time to get to the bottom of this case!)
Witness Testimony
-- Tiala's Explanation --
Alita:
That night, I went to ask Dr. Meraktis for the chart.
I had no intention of ever letting that chart fall into the Kitaki Family's hands.
But Dr. Meraktis didn't understand...
For some reason, he thought the Kitakis had sent me!
So I gave up and went home... All I did was talk to him!
Apollo:
You knew about the botched operation... So you tried to get rid of the chart, to save yourself!
Alita:
I won't make excuses. ...And I did warn the good doctor. I gave him a chance. I told him that brat got his health check-up report. ...And that he was coming to settle the score.
Judge:
Hmm... I see. Very well. Mr. Justice, begin your cross-examination.
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor. (This is the last testimony! Either I perceive the truth, or it's over!)
Cross Examination
-- Tiala's Explanation --
Alita:
That night, I went to ask Dr. Meraktis for the chart.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, you did go to steal that chart!
Alita:
Were you listening? I said I "asked" him for it!
Judge:
The victim was a man in good health... I don't see how she could have coerced him.
Klavier:
True. It would have been impossible without a pistol.
Apollo:
(But what if she did have a pistol...?)
Alita:
I'll admit I wanted the chart. That much is true. ...My reason was simple.
Alita:
I had no intention of ever letting that chart fall into the Kitaki Family's hands.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
It certainly would have put a damper on your wedding plans, I'd say.
Alita:
Not only that. If the Kitakis had gotten that chart... ...I'd probably be with Dr. Meraktis now, pulling that great noodle stand in the sky.
Klavier:
It seems our witness was in a fix as well.
Alita:
Who would want to die pulling a noodle stand?
Trucy:
When I die, it will be by disappearing mysteriously in the middle of a magic act!
Apollo:
Could we be a little less morbid!? Please!?
Alita:
So you see, I needed that chart.
Alita:
But Dr. Meraktis didn't understand...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
He didn't understand...?
Alita:
He wouldn't listen to a word I was saying! The moment he saw me, he started to tremble... Hah, I thought, what a sad excuse for a man!
Apollo:
(Please don't smile like that anymore... It's creepy.)
Alita:
He was practically delusional!
Alita:
For some reason, he thought the Kitakis had sent me!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
They "sent you"?
Alita:
He thought the Kitakis had sent me to get the chart.
Klavier:
It makes some sense. You are their son's fiancée.
Alita:
Don't make me laugh! The Kitakis? Send me? They don't play that way. If they'd known about that chart, they would have gone in there with guns blazing. But I couldn't convince the trembling doctor otherwise.
Alita:
So I gave up and went home... All I did was talk to him!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
If that was really all that happened... ...what were all those noodle bowls doing there?
Alita:
How should I know? There weren't any bowls when I went, I know that much! Why don't you let me be and go look for your killer someplace else, alright?
Apollo:
(Do I detect uncertainty there...?)
Perceive neck scratch on "All I did was talk to him!"
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Leads to:
""All I did was talk"... and lie."
Apollo:
(...This is my last chance!)
Trucy:
Apollo... any word from your bracelet?
Apollo:
Yeah, actually... (I felt it respond...!)
Trucy:
I couldn't see a thing! It's up to you, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Time to perceive the truth! ...Here comes Justice!)
Apollo:
"All I did was talk"... and lie.
Alita:
Wh-What? Show me proof!
Apollo:
(I'm pretty sure about this one... I think I'm getting the hang of this. A little slip in confidence, and they give it all away.) The proof... is you, Ms. Tiala.
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
"All I did was talk to him", you claim... Yet you can't hide your own nervous twitch when you say those words!
Alita:
My "twitch"? What are you talking about!?
Apollo:
You have a habit of scratching the area of your neck around the edge of your scarf.
Alita:
Wha--! Wh-Wh-What!?
Apollo:
(This is working better than I'd hoped! Her unconscious actions tell the truth she won't say. Habits and lies... Two dots... Connect the dots and find the truth!)
Alita:
D-Don't look at me like that! I t-told you the tr-truth...
Apollo:
It seems that when you recall what really happened in that office... ...you can't keep your hands off your neck, can you?
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
(Hmm... It seems that nervous habits... ...are unconscious reactions that manifest when someone is trying to hide something!) You can't hide behind your scarf, Ms. Tiala! Something happened between you and the victim in the Meraktis Clinic office!
Alita:
...
Apollo:
And I've got proof that shows exactly what happened!
Present Lamp
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What's that...?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Alita:
...I knew you were bluffing.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Alita:
I could tell by the way you fondled your spiky hair!
Apollo:
(Ack! She found my habit! I'd better rethink this... OK, when we found the Meraktis Clinic office... ...there were signs of a struggle, and a bullet in the safe. Ms. Tiala was willing to do anything to get that chart. So something happened... But what?)
Leads back to:
"You can't hide behind your scarf, Ms. Tiala!"
Alita:
Wh-What's that...?
Apollo:
...You're touching your scarf again.
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
...There's something unusual about this lamp. The bulb is broken... and there's a red splotch on the cord.
Alita:
Eh...
Apollo:
Seeing how you hide your neck... I think I can come up with a plausible explanation for the lamp's state.
Alita:
Well spit it out! This talking in circles nonsense is killing me!
Apollo:
Very well. The answer is very simple. Ms. Alita Tiala... Please remove your scarf!
Alita:
! ........................ Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
This is a trial to determine what happened in that park. Yet we seem to have drifted off target.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
We'll find out soon enough if we're drifting... As soon as the witness removes her scarf.
Alita:
I... I won't do it! This is insane! I'm a... an unrelated third party! You can't order me to remove my clothing!
Judge:
...Ms. Tiala. I'm afraid you've forgotten what's already been proven.
Alita:
What...?
Judge:
You're hardly "unrelated". ...Please remove your scarf.
Alita:
No. Nooooooooooooooo!
Apollo:
...I knew it. So I was right, wasn't I, Ms. Alita Tiala!
Judge:
Your neck... That isn't what I think it is!?
Apollo:
Something did happen that night at the Meraktis Clinic! You needed to get that chart back, no matter what it took. Even if you had to steal your fiancé's pistol to do it!
Judge:
B-But wait! Looking at this lamp, and the witness's neck... It looks like the very opposite happened!
Apollo:
Exactly. The victim in the clinic that night... ...was this witness! Specifically... ...you tried to threaten Dr. Meraktis and he attacked you! That's what happened that night at the Meraktis Clinic!
Alita:
Urk......!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek......................................................
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! Will someone please tell me what really happened!?
Alita:
I told you the truth already! I went to the clinic that night to warn Dr. Meraktis!
Alita:
...That gangster knows everything! He's coming for you!
Meraktis:
...Looks like my clinic's seen its last patient.
Alita:
We have to get rid of that chart! Quick, open your safe! Give it to me!
Meraktis:
...So you can save your own skin?
Alita:
What...?
Meraktis:
I know what you're up to. You want in with the Family... And if they see that chart, you're finished.
Alita:
......
Meraktis:
...Leaving me holding the short straw. But if I'm going down... I'll want some company. You!
Apollo:
And what happened next!?
Alita:
He jumped at me, and knocked me to the floor! Then, he took that cord... ...Pal Meraktis was serious. Deadly serious. He really tried to strangle me. I... I must have blacked out.
Judge:
So... you were the victim!
Klavier:
And the red splotch on the cord... was your lipstick.
Alita:
I... I didn't want to remember that night. That's why I didn't bring it up. There... Are you happy now?
Apollo:
Eh...
Alita:
I was out cold, almost killed! And you claim I then snuck into that noodle stand... But how could I!?
Apollo:
Aaaaaaack!
Judge:
Well, one thing is clear. We now know what really happened at the Meraktis Clinic. And it would seem that our victim was not entirely without blame himself!
Alita:
I... I'm sorry. I get so nervous just thinking of it, it's hard to breathe. I've told you everything. Can I go home now?
Judge:
Hmm... You bear some responsibility for events that day, true. Yet, if you were also a victim... ...this court would owe you some sympathy. ...Well, Mr. Justice? I believe this clears up the remaining questions for Ms. Tiala.
Apollo:
(When did this happen!? Suddenly, everyone's sympathizing with her!)
Trucy:
I don't know what to think anymore, Apollo... I mean, is that it? Do we know everything we need to know about Ms. Tiala?
Judge:
Very well! This finishes the cross-examination of this...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Heh. Heh heh heh. Not so fast. This party's just getting started! Now, we rock!
Apollo:
W-What!?
Klavier:
Those spikes on your head are softer than they look... Or do you not have the stomach to go all the way?
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin...?
Klavier:
Pal Meraktis choked Alita Tiala... ...She fell unconscious. But what happened next?
Trucy:
He's right! There is more we don't know!
Apollo:
But... she was choked hard enough to leave that mark! She would have been out for a while!
Trucy:
Even still, what if it was her in that noodle stand!
Apollo:
...! (Alita Tiala, half-dead... Dr. Meraktis pulling that stand... And a bullet fired from inside the noodle stand...)
Trucy:
What if it's all true!? We might have already figured out what truly happened that night!
Apollo:
Ms. Alita Tiala, as you can see... ...we're not through with you just yet.
Alita:
...You really want to blame me for this murder, don't you? You, too, "Prosecutor" Gavin.
Klavier:
Me? Fräulein, I only wish to know the truth.
Apollo:
Well, let's go back over what we've learned up till now. On the day of the murder, Wocky saw his check-up report. ...From which he learned about the bullet still inside him. So, he took a pistol from the Family stash... ...with the intent to give Dr. Meraktis some of "his own medicine".
Trucy:
And Ms. Tiala heard about this from Wocky. So she went to the Meraktis Clinic ahead of him! ...In order to get rid of the chart with her signature!
Apollo:
But then... something happened.
Alita:
...Sounds like you've figured it all out. But remember, I was the victim! I was out cold.
Apollo:
But, what about Dr. Meraktis?
Klavier:
That does seem to be the problem... He had just strangled Alita Tiala, perhaps, he thought, to death. What did he do after his crime?
Alita:
I was just knocked out! Not dead!
Klavier:
From the state of his clinic, and the scene in the park... ...I think it's clear what the good doctor did next. Well, Herr Forehead? Care to guess?
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? What did Dr. Meraktis do!?
Apollo:
(Maybe he did think he killed Alita Tiala... Do I have evidence to show what he did next...?)
Present Noodle Stand
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...As his next move, Dr. Meraktis..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
This evidence shows what he did next!
Judge:
...
Klavier:
...Shows what, Herr Forehead?
Judge:
Your smile has a sort of sick desperation to it, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(What, this smile?)
Judge:
...Let's try again, shall we?
Leads back to:
"Well, Mr. Justice? What did Dr. Meraktis do!?"
Apollo:
...As his next move, Dr. Meraktis... ...stole Guy Eldoon's noodle stand!
Alita:
What, "killing" me disturbed him that much? So much he randomly stole a noodle stand!?
Apollo:
It wasn't so "random". Remember all the bowls in the clinic's foyer? Bowls that belonged inside that stand? I think it's pretty obvious, don't you? That stand was at the clinic. However, the question is why did he remove the bowls?
Trucy:
Maybe... because the stand was heavy?
Apollo:
Or he wanted to put something in the stand in their place...
Judge:
Ah... Wait, you don't mean...!
Apollo:
I do. Dr. Meraktis did replace those bowls with something... ...your "corpse", Ms. Tiala!
Alita:
M-My "corpse"!?
Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis panicked. He thought he'd killed you...
Klavier:
...His next move would be to dispose of the body!
Alita:
Th-That's crazy talk! You're all crazy!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Then let's think about it... logically. The doctor had a place to dispose of you in mind... ...But on the way there... ...who should he run into but the defendant, Wocky Kitaki!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...I question your "logic".
Judge:
What's this, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
The park is a dead end. Why would he head in that direction to begin with?
Alita:
That's right! He had no reason to go there! ...Oh, now I get it! It was a trick! That spoiled brat made him do it! He made the doctor steal the stand!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Tell me... Why would someone go to a "dead end"? ...Unless the park was his destination!
Alita:
Wh-What...?
Judge:
Apparently, the defense has an idea. Tell us where Dr. Meraktis was heading with the stand! Here, please show us on this diagram. To where exactly was the victim dragging that stand?
Present river
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There? That's a... a river!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The victim was heading here!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Ah yes, of course. There. ...Why?
Apollo:
............ I'm young, Your Honor. I'm still making up my mind about a lot of things.
Judge:
...Perhaps you should leave the court until you grow up.
Apollo:
(...Ugh.)
Leads back to:
"Here, please show us on this diagram."
Judge:
There? That's a... a river!
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. I scarcely need to explain why.
Klavier:
...A perfect place to dispose of a body.
Alita:
H-He was going to throw me into that river!?
Klavier:
He didn't have many other options, Fräulein.
Alita:
...
Apollo:
I believe this clears up all of the remaining questions. The victim pulling the stand, and the defendant before him. ...And inside the stand, you, Ms. Alita Tiala.
Alita:
Urk...
Apollo:
And then, the denouement. Wesley Stickler, of panty-snatching fame, walks up. Seeing the two men, he shouts! In that instant...
Alita:
So... I shot him?
Apollo:
You were the only one who could have stolen Wocky's pistol. It had to be you!
Judge:
...Well, Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
...... Hmph. ...Nice work.
Apollo:
...You mean, I'm right?
Alita:
I mean you've done a fine job dreaming up a story... ...to get that spoiled brat off the hook!
Trucy:
You're the one who's dreaming! Apollo's backed up everything he's said with facts! If you're so sure he's making it up, give us another reason! Why was Dr. Meraktis pulling that stand through the park!?
Alita:
Who knows? But there's one gaping hole in your logic. I think Mr. Gavin knows whereof I speak!
Apollo:
Whereof what!? (I can't believe she's still trying to deny this!)
Judge:
Is this true, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
...Must I always be the one to point out Herr Forehead's errors?
Apollo:
...! (Ack, maybe there really is something!)
Klavier:
I believe the Fräulein speaks of... Herr Doktor's car.
Apollo:
His car...?
Alita:
That's right! The Meraktis Clinic has that big garage!
Judge:
In which sat... a green sports car, was it?
Alita:
Why would he steal the stand in the first place!? If he wanted to carry a body, he would have used his car!
Apollo:
Ack...!
Klavier:
And so we find our victim without probable cause to steal that stand... ...and our defense without a case.
Objection!
Trucy:
Um... I have an idea! You know that green car? I bet it wouldn't run! It was broken!
Klavier:
Ah, what an excellent counter-argument, Fräulein. Too bad you're quite wrong.
Trucy:
Eh...
Klavier:
Don't tell me you've forgotten what happened to your daddy?
Trucy:
Daddy...?
Apollo:
Th-That's right...! That night, the car that hit Mr. Wright... ...was that green sports car!
Judge:
Oh, yes! I-I'd nearly forgotten about it!
Klavier:
Afterward, he drove it back to that garage. It ran fine.
Alita:
...That's right. So why didn't he use his beloved sports car, hmm?
Apollo:
Urk...!
Klavier:
A glaring contradiction, to be sure. More glaring than your forehead.
Apollo:
No... Nooooooooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Well, Mr. Justice? Why didn't Dr. Meraktis use his car to carry the "body"?
Apollo:
Uh... Umm...
Klavier:
Is that a groan of surrender I hear?
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Some advice: Now's a good time to review all you know. ...Everything you've learned over the last two days.
Apollo:
(Everything I've learned...?)
Judge:
Mr. Justice, this contradiction casts doubt on your entire case! This is truly your last chance! The defense will explain to us what happened that night!
Someone else stole the stand.
Apollo:
Actually... It was someone else who stole that stand!
Judge:
B-But then why was the victim pulling it!?
Apollo:
Well... Um... He would have had to steal it from someone else!
Judge:
... We're back where we started, Mr. Justice.
Klavier:
Without an explanation for why he didn't use the car.
Judge:
I'll ask you again!
Leads back to:
"This is truly your last chance!"
The car didn't run.
Leads to:
"I have an idea... It's all coming together!)"
He carried the body in the car.
Apollo:
The victim... used the car to carry the body!
Klavier:
Ah, so you're throwing out everything you've proven up until now?
Apollo:
Well, if the car wasn't broken...
Klavier:
I admire your adaptability in the face of impossible odds. Yet this does not explain why he was pulling that stand.
Apollo:
(What's going on...? Is Prosecutor Gavin trying to tell me something...?)
Judge:
Perhaps we need to ask you again.
Leads back to:
"This is truly your last chance!"
Apollo:
(I have an idea... It's all coming together!) ...That night, Dr. Meraktis couldn't use his car.
Alita:
Hah! Now you're making even less sense than usual!
Apollo:
...Not according to my information, Ms. Tiala. Put one and one together, and the explanation is simple!
Judge:
If it's so simple, perhaps you can show us some evidence? Show us proof why the car wouldn't run that night!
Present Trucy's Panties
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Let's see now... Panties!? Again!?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
This is proof of why the car broke down that night!? Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Ah, it's proof of a malfunction, alright. ...A malfunction in Herr Forehead's brain.
Judge:
The court accepts this evidence!
Apollo:
(Hah, hah, very funny, guys.)
Judge:
Mr. Justice! You will mend your malfunction and present evidence that makes sense!
Leads back to:
"Show us proof why the car wouldn't run that night!"
Judge:
Let's see now... Panties!? Again!?
Trucy:
All sorts of things come out of my panties! ...Even the truth.
Alita:
...?
Apollo:
Another crime was committed the night of the murder. The theft of these panties! The latest in a string of similar thefts, actually. But that night, the snatcher was caught in the act! A brave young girl chased the thief until they hid... ...in the Meraktis Clinic garage.
Alita:
Wh-Whaaat!?
Apollo:
The snatcher hid the panties there before running... ...Perhaps someone in this court remembers where he hid them?
Judge:
Why... weren't they found in the car's exhaust pipe?
Apollo:
...Exactly. By the way, I learned something yesterday... ...A very important piece of information. ...And I learned it from you, Prosecutor Gavin!
Trucy:
Um, so you were here investigating?
Klavier:
And I was on my way home... when my hog gave up the ghost.
Apollo:
Your hog...?
Klavier:
My motorcycle won't start. A clogged exhaust pipe...
Trucy:
Too bad! It looks like such a nice bike, too. Hard to believe that it could break just from that!
Klavier:
Cars, motorbikes, they're all the same. Clog the exhaust, and they won't run.
Alita:
My, how interesting.
Apollo:
While Ms. Tiala and the doctor were struggling... ...the panty-snatcher snuck into the Meraktis garage. From that time, until the time we found these... ...that car wouldn't start.
Alita:
Wh...What...!?
Trucy:
That's why Dr. Meraktis had to use the noodle stand! It was the next closest thing he could think of!
Apollo:
...Well, Ms. Tiala? This wraps your doubts up quite nicely, I think!
Alita:
... So it does.
Alita:
(Where... Where am I...? So dark... Can't see... ...Cramped...! The pain... my throat's burning...!)
Meraktis:
Wh-What's your problem!?
Wocky:
You, Doc! I know what you did!
Meraktis:
Ah...!
Alita:
(...Wocky?)
Wocky:
...You lied to me! So you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna give you a taste of your own medicine, man!
Meraktis:
W-Wait! Let me explain!
Wocky:
F-Fine. I'll give you your last request.
Meraktis:
Listen, you're being tricked! But not how you think! It's not just me...
Alita:
(No...! He'll ruin everything! ...I have to stop him!)
Stickler:
C-Cease this at once, y-y-you two!
Alita:
Funny. This isn't the way it was supposed to turn out. Oh well. Too bad.
Judge:
There's still one mystery... How did you manage to disappear from that stand?
Alita:
In the silence after the shot, I heard the witness running...
Klavier:
I believe we heard as much from Wesley Stickler. He went to use a public phone to inform the police.
Alita:
...Which is when I made my escape.
Apollo:
...Which is when you left that slipper print!
Alita:
Dr. Meraktis didn't bother taking my slippers off. I threw them out after I stepped in that paint, though.
Apollo:
...That was your mistake.
Alita:
No. My biggest mistake... ...was coming to you for help, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
Eh...
Alita:
I believed in you! You and your "Anything Agency"... If anyone would get Wocky declared guilty it was you!
Apollo:
...
Judge:
I believe we've reached a conclusion of sorts. ...Prosecutor Gavin. How is Ms. Alita Tiala doing?
Klavier:
She's confessed to everything. We're processing her arrest now.
Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin sure seems calm for someone who just lost...
Apollo:
(I think he already knew... He'd figured out she was the killer a while ago...)
Klavier:
Some advice: Now's a good time to review all you know. ...Everything you've learned over the last two days.
Apollo:
(He lost... but I didn't exactly win, either.)
Klavier:
...Hmm? Something the matter, Herr Forehead?
Judge:
Looks like it's time to announce a verdict...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
June 17, 4:12 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Trucy:
Great job, Apollo! You did it!
Apollo:
Yeah, we did, somehow...
Trucy:
Wocky's off the hook... ...free to become the gangster he's always wanted to be! And he has you to thank...
Wocky:
Hey! Attorney-man! You're gonna pay for what you did to my Alita, homes!
Trucy:
...Or to blame, I guess.
Wocky:
You give my Alita back! Stupid pointy-head attorney with a death-wish!
???:
Enough, Wocky!
Apollo:
Ah! Mr. Kitaki...
Big Wins:
...It's high time you opened your eyes, Wocky.
Wocky:
What do you know, old man! I think it's 'bout time you opened yours! Givin' up the life, tryin' to become some kinda businessman!
Big Wins:
Don't talk about what you don't understand, Wocky!
Trucy:
...I'm afraid the guard is going to throw them both out.
Apollo:
...If not in jail. Wouldn't that be a happy ending.
Trucy:
Hey, maybe we can help them out! We know why Mr. Kitaki needs to make so much money... Maybe we should tell Wocky. Oh, Wocky? Apollo has something to tell you!
Apollo:
Huh? I do? (Way to put me on the spot...)
Wocky:
Eh? Whazzat?
Trucy:
Show him the reason why, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Why is Mr. Kitaki trying to become a business man...?)
Present Wocky's Check-Up Report or Wocky's Chart
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Think about it, Wocky... Think about your condition.
Wocky:
...!
Apollo:
I talked with your mother, Little Plum, yesterday.
Plum:
It pays... but we need a lot of money right now. Clean money, that is.
Wocky:
...She doesn't mean... You aren't really... are you?
Leads to:
"...I searched the globe. And I found one."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Wocky:
...Eh? You're bugging.
Apollo:
(I think that means I messed up...)
Big Wins:
Wocky, I don't care what you think of me... But you should know how your mother feels.
Trucy:
...Little Plum?
Apollo:
(What was that she said...?)
Plum:
It pays... but we need a lot of money right now. Clean money, that is.
Apollo:
(Wait, could she mean...?)
Wocky:
Wh-What's this about, old man?
Leads to:
"...I searched the globe. And I found one."
Big Wins:
...I searched the globe. And I found one. A doctor who can take that bullet out of you, Wocky. But it's an expensive procedure.
Wocky:
M-Man! B-But you got plenty of money already, don't you?
Big Wins:
I won't use it.
Wocky:
...!
Big Wins:
It was the gangster life that did this to you, Wocky. ...I want to help you, and I want to do it clean. Please understand. Wocky...
Wocky:
D-Dad... M-Man, I see how it is, old man! Always you looking out for... out for...
Trucy:
Wocky...?
Wocky:
Listen good, old man! One day... One day... I'm gonna take you out! Then we'll see who's the O.G.! You try to hide in your business suit, I'll find you! Stupid ol' geezer!
Trucy:
My! Wocky!
Big Wins:
...No, it's as it should be.
Apollo:
Mr. Kitaki! (I liked him more without the puppy dog eyes.)
Big Wins:
I'm glad... to have met you. I'm not so good with words... But I know a professional job when I see one. Thank you.
Apollo:
Who? Me? I don't think...
Big Wins:
Someday... I'll bake you one of our latest... The Kitaki Lime Pie.
Apollo:
(...He's opening a pie shop!?)
Big Wins:
...So long.
Apollo:
(And he was gone...)
Trucy:
Well, let's head back, Apollo! To the Wright Anything Agency!
Apollo:
Hey, since when do I work at your agency!?
Trucy:
Aw, we make a good team! Don't just stand there, let's get going!
Apollo:
(Huh... Why not. She did help me out. And there's a few questions that still need answers... Like this power of mine that she showed me... And my bracelet... If anyone can help me figure it out, it's her. Though I can't say I care much for what her father has become...)
Trucy:
Oh, that's right! We have to go someplace first!
Apollo:
Huh? Where?
Trucy:
Why, to claim our reward from Mr. Eldoon!
Apollo:
...Ah, salty noodles. Right. He got his stand back already?
Trucy:
Oh, and after that, you can come see my show! With a special appearance by the Amazing Mr. Hat!
Mr. Hat:
Oh, it's special alright!
Apollo:
Please... anything but him.
THE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Apollo:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure, Mr. Justice. Objection overruled.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
This evidence clearly reveals a contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Apollo:
They aren't, are they...?
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Justice, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Apollo:
...Um... You sure about that?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(Ack! That didn't go so well.)
Perceive wrong area (during cross-examination segment "The Meraktis Clinic")
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
Ms. Tiala! You're unsure about something, aren't you?
Alita:
...Not as unsure as you are.
Trucy:
Wow, she sure showed you.
Apollo:
Grrr...! (I've got to focus and find her habit. Find that... ...and I'll find the weak spot in her testimony!)
Perceive wrong area (during cross-examination segment "Tiala's Explanation")
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
...Gotcha, Ms. Tiala!!!
Alita:
I heard you just fine the first time. What, I wasn't aware we were playing paintball.
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
She's one cool cucumber, that Alita.
Apollo:
(...Hmm. Maybe I spotted the wrong spot. But my bracelet reacted! There must be something in this testimony! I'll find your weak spot, Alita Tiala...)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Wocky Kitaki...
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will surrender himself to the court's care... ...to undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month's time. Court is adjourned!
Turnabout Countdown (demo)
Transcript
Episode 1Turnabout Countdown
???:
Heh heh heh! The best thing about bombs is how they erase and destroy... without discretion. Now all I have to do is pin everything on that little girl!
December 18, 9:22 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Phoenix:
(Ugh... These good ol' pre-trial jitters... It's all coming back to me. They never seem to go away no matter how many times I do this.)
???:
Mr. Wright! What's the matter? You've been pretty quiet there, Boss.
Phoenix:
Huh? I-I have? I was... just thinking about t-today's trial. (And about how I could do with a glass of water right about now. I feel like a newbie again.) My name is Phoenix Wright. I run what could be called a law office, I guess. Although, I was forced to take a break from practicing until only recently. (This is Athena Cykes. She's a rookie defense attorney that just joined our team.)
Athena:
What I lack in experience, I make up for with heart! I love orange juice after a workout, and I love to win!
Phoenix:
(She's a force to be reckoned with, no doubt, and she's got the temperament to match...)
Athena:
Setting up a positive mental image before the trial, huh? That's my boss for you! That must be one of the secrets to your success, right?
Phoenix:
Huh? Um... yeah. I guess? (Project confidence... like a boss...)
???:
Mr. Wright, Thena... Thank you again for agreeing to help me.
Phoenix:
(This is Juniper Woods. She's our client for this case. She and Athena have been friends since childhood.)
Athena:
Don't you worry, Junie! Mr. Wright here will definitely get you acquitted!
???:
Do it for me too, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
A-Apollo! (Shouldn't you still be in the hospital?! This is Apollo Justice. He's another young defense attorney at my law office.) How are your injuries? Are you all right?
Apollo:
I-I'm fine! Ngaaah...
Phoenix:
(That's... not the sound of someone who's feeling "fine." A dying cat, maybe...
Apollo:
I couldn't laze around in a hospital bed. Not when I'm one of the victims in this case!
Phoenix:
(That's true... He was the one at the bench when the bomb went off that day.)
Apollo:
I actually wanted to serve on the defense myself today.
Athena:
Rest assured, Apollo! Mr. Wright here will make short work of anyone who doubts Junie's innocence!
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, r-right. Yeah... Yes, of course! (Urk! She sure knows how to ramp up the pressure on a guy.)
Athena:
Well, it looks like it's just about that time.
Phoenix:
Are you ready, Athena? (I sure hope so, because I don't think I am...)
Athena:
Of course! I'm always ready for a good fight!
Apollo:
Well, I can't do much except cheer you on from the gallery... But you just have to win this one!
Athena:
And we will! Los geht's!
Phoenix:
Come what may, it's show time!
December 18, 9:46 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 5
Day 1Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Juniper Woods.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Payne:
The prosecution is also ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Now that I'm actually standing here, the butterflies in my stomach are going nuts!)
Judge:
Ah, Mr. Wright. It's been quite a while, but it's good to have you back.
Phoenix:
Thanks. It's good to be back!
Judge:
Quite frankly, I didn't think I'd ever see you at the defense's bench again. But now that you've been reborn, so to speak, let's see how you do here today.
Phoenix:
Well, I-I think you'll see I've learned quite a bit during my time away, Your Honor! (Gulp... Throat drying... Voice... cracking...)
Athena:
Hope you're ready over there, because it's a whole new Phoenix Wright on our side!
Payne:
You mean "Phoenix Van Winkle"? I doubt I have much to worry about then, in that case.
Athena:
Wh--! Why you--! Whatever! Believe what you want! But mark my words: my boss will wipe that smug look off your face in ten minutes or less!
Phoenix:
(Whoa there, Athena! Let's not make any wild claims, and especially not impossible ones!)
Judge:
Hmm. A quick verdict might not be such a bad thing. There isn't much time in a demo, after all! Now then, Mr. Payne. Please tell us about the incident, if you would.
Payne:
The incident happened in this very courthouse, in Courtroom No. 4. A time bomb that was being presented as evidence suddenly went off during the trial. I have here the bomb's specifications and the police report on the incident for the court.
Stuffed Animal Bomb added to the Court Record.
Bombing Incident Report added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... If memory serves, I touch the Court Record Button (R) to check the evidence.)
Judge:
Wait, so this impish stuffed animal was the bomb?!
Payne:
Well, yes and no. The actual bomb was stuffed inside that to hide its wires and timer.
Judge:
And it's your claim that it was the defendant who activated this bomb?
Payne:
Exactly. The defense may boast that they can finish faster than a bag of boil-in-bag rice... but the prosecution has decisive evidence of the defendant's crime.
Judge:
And what, pray tell, is this? It appears to be a little singed.
Payne:
This, Your Honor, is the tail of the stuffed animal the bomb was in. It's apparently called "Phony Phanty," or some such nonsense.
Athena:
A-And what does that tail have to do with anything?!
Payne:
This tail is made of vinyl cloth. And we found something very interesting on its surface... the defendant's fingerprints.
Phoenix:
(WH-WHAAAAAT?!)
Payne:
Now do you see? This evidence clearly proves that the accused had handled the bomb.
Judge:
Hmm. That does appear to be pretty irrefutable evidence... The court accepts this item into evidence.
Phony Phanty Tail added to the Court Record.
Payne:
Heh heh heh. It looks like this trial may very well end in under ten minutes... But I'll be the one wiping the smug look off of YOUR face with a guilty verdict.
Athena:
Wh-What are we going to do, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
I-I don't know...! This is all thanks to you making that "ten minutes" comment!
Athena:
Huh? THAT'S what got us into this mess?!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, I'll overlook your private quarrel, but just this once. Now then, let's move on. Mr. Payne, please call your first witness to the stand.
???:
............
Payne:
Witness, your name and occupation, please.
Tonate:
NAME: TED TONATE OCCUPATION: BOMB DISPOSAL SPECIALIST
Judge:
Oh, my! What a strange, robotic voice you have!
Tonate:
SPEECH SYNTHESIS VIA TYPING. IT IS THE SAME AS ME TALKING.
Judge:
Hmm. What an odd witnss.
Payne:
Mr. Tonate was in charge of the bomb for that trial and was there when it went off. He is here to testify about the circumstances surrounding the moment of the explosion.
Witness Testimony
-- When the Bomb Went Off --
Tonate:
THE BOMB WAS ORIGINALLY DISARMED BY ME, THEN TRANSPORTED HERE AS EVIDENCE. BOMB NAME: HH-3000 OPERATED BY TIMER OR WITH A REMOTE. I WAS WATCHING FROM THE GALLERY WHEN I SUDDENLY BECAME ALARMED. I SAW THAT THE BOMB'S TIMER WAS COUNTING DOWN.
Judge:
Hmm. The HH-3000... So that's the name of the bomb in this thing, huh? I honestly wouldn't have known such a thing was hiding inside if you hadn't told me.
Phoenix:
So even though the bomb was supposed to be disarmed, it somehow got switched on?
Tonate:
PRECISELY. ACTIVATING THE TIMER IS VERY SIMPLE. EVEN A MONKEY COULD DO IT. I AM SURE THE DEFENDANT WOULD BE ABLE TO.
Judge:
I see. Well, Mr. Wright, you may now begin your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(Cross-examination time! This is where the real battle begins!)
Athena:
Go get him, Boss! Give him that famous Phoenix Wright treatment! Unleash the wild accusations and unabashed bluffing we all know and love on him!
Phoenix:
Just you watch! I'll get him! (Though it's been years since I've done this... Ugh, I hate to admit it, but maybe I should ask Athena for a refresher course...)
Refresher course, please!
Phoenix:
Um, Athena, you remember how to conduct a cross-examination, right?
Athena:
What?! Of course I do! What kind of lawyer would I be if I didn't?!
Phoenix:
Now, now! Don't get upset! But why don't you humor me with a little review...?
Athena:
You got it! Basically, we examine a witness's testimony... and compare it against the Court Record, searching carefully for any inconsistencies. This green text represents a witness's testimony. Touch the right arrow to advance to the next statement of the testimony. Touch the left arrow to go back to the previous statement. Pay close attention to the testimony, and when you've found an inconsistency... touch "Present" (R) to open the Court Record! The Court Record contains information on all the evidence we have at our disposal. You can use it to look for facts that conflict with what the witness has said. When you find something, "Present" (X) that evidence to refute the witness's statement!
Phoenix:
What if nothing conflicts with the witness's testimony?
Athena:
Well, that's when you "Press" (L) the witness for more information. Find any inconsistencies or lies in the testimony and reveal them to the court. That's what cross-examination is all about!
Phoenix:
Looks like you remember it just as I taught it. (And, thanks to you, I remember it now, too!)
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I'm ready to cross-examine the witness now!"
No, thanks
Phoenix:
(I can't ask my subordinate for help on how to cross-examine! I'll just have to wing it. I hope it's like riding a bicycle...)
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I'm ready to cross-examine the witness now!"
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I'm ready to cross-examine the witness now!
Cross-Examination
-- When the Bomb Went Off --
Tonate:
THE BOMB WAS ORIGINALLY DISARMED BY ME, THEN TRANSPORTED HERE AS EVIDENCE.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You say that you disarmed the bomb... but are you sure it was really disarmed?
Tonate:
ABSOLUTELY. I CAN DISARM ANYTHING. IN A FLASH.
Phoenix:
That looks more like "dismantle" than "disarm" to me...
Tonate:
Oh. Pardon me.
Payne:
Heh heh heh. If you must know, Mr. Wright, according to the court's own records... the fact that the bomb had indeed been disarmed was officially confirmed.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess I can rule out the possibility that he forgot to disarm it...) Could you talk about the bomb in a little more detail for the court, Mr. Tonate?
Tonate:
CERTAINLY.
Tonate:
BOMB NAME: HH-3000 OPERATED BY TIMER OR WITH A REMOTE
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What was the approximate size and weight of the bomb?
Tonate:
DIMENSIONS: 9.5" H x 9" W x 10" D WEIGHT: 12 LBS
Athena:
I bet if I dropped that thing on your foot, you'd be hoppin'!
Phoenix:
If you dropped that thing anywhere, I'd be "hopping" for the nearest exit!
Judge:
So, Mr. Tonate, you were keeping an eye on the bomb? Where were you watching from?
Tonate:
I WAS WATCHING FROM THE GALLERY WHEN I SUDDENLY BECAME ALARMED.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why were you in the gallery?
Tonate:
I WAS ON STANDBY DURING THE TRIAL, BUT I WANTED TO KEEP WATCH JUST IN CASE. EVEN WHEN A BOMB HAS BEEN DISARMED, YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL. EXPLOSIVE DEVICES ARE VERY DANGEROUS THINGS.
Judge:
Ah, how admirably responsible of you. A model to be emulated. Now, then. What did you witness from the gallery?
Tonate:
I SAW THAT THE BOMB'S TIMER WAS COUNTING DOWN.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You saw it counting clearly, with your own eyes? I'd hardly think a timer as small as the one on this bomb could be seen from the gallery.
Tonate:
THESE GOGGLES HELP ME SEE VERY SMALL THINGS CLEARLY FROM VERY FAR AWAY. I CAN EVEN SEE WHAT YOU HAD FOR BREAKFAST BY LOOKING AT YOUR TIE.
Phoenix:
(Why do I suddenly feel like a bug under a magnifying glass?)
Athena:
Hmm... I guess it's possible he saw the timer if he was wearing those goggles.
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure. There's something that just doesn't sit right with me...
Athena:
Hm? You mean there's something wrong with this part of the testimony?
Phoenix:
(The bomb was completely hidden inside the stuffed animal. So well concealed, in fact, that it didn't even look like a bomb at all!)
Present HH-3000 Bomb
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"So you could see the bomb's timer counting down, is that right?"
Athena:
So you're trying to find testimony that conflicts with the evidence, right?
Phoenix:
That's right. So the first step is listening carefully to Mr. Tonate's testimony. Then, it's a matter of taking a look at any evidence that seems relevant.
Athena:
Remember that you can touch "Present" (R) to check the evidence in the Court Record! If you find evidence that conflicts with the testimony, "Present" (X) it! Let's see... This testimony is about when the bomb went off... So the state of the bomb at that time must be pretty important!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... A bomb that didn't look like a bomb because it was inside a stuffed animal...)
Phoenix:
So you could see the bomb's timer counting down, is that right?
Tonate:
OF COURSE. I CLEARLY SAW IT COUNTING DOWN TO ZERO.
Phoenix:
And I say... that you are CLEARLY lying!
Tonate:
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Phoenix:
There is no way you could have seen the bomb's timer. After all, the bomb was concealed inside a stuffed animal.
Tonate:
!
Phoenix:
Mr. Tonate! How can you claim to know the bomb was about to go off... when you couldn't even see the timer?!
Tonate:
WELL... I... I...
Athena:
Ooh! That was great, Mr. Wright! You found a contradiction right off the bat!
Phoenix:
Aw, it was nothing. (Nothing short of amazing, that is! All right, I'm starting to feel like I'm in the zone here. I can do this!)
Judge:
Very impressive, Mr. Wright. I see the great "Turnabout Terror" is back! Ah, this brings back memories...! Now those days were the stuff of legends! Oh, how you would tear through trials with wild accusations and unabashed bluffing!
Phoenix:
Uh... that actually doesn't sound like such a flattering legend, Your Honor...
Judge:
Witness! How do you explain the contradiction in your testimony?
Tonate:
WELL, LET ME SEE... I... UH... OH, YES! YES, OF COURSE! I REMEMBER NOW! THE SOUND! I KNEW BECAUSE OF THE SOUND! WHEN THE TIMER OF THIS TYPE OF BOMB IS SWITCHED ON, IT MAKES A BEEPING SOUND. BEEP... BEEP... BEEP... IT IS THE SOUND OF THE COUNTDOWN.
Judge:
I suppose it would be possible to notice that, even with the bomb inside the stuffed animal.
Tonate:
I SIMPLY MADE A MISTAKE. MY BAD.
Phoenix:
What? No way! (Why am I not surprised...?)
Payne:
The prosecution believes it's time to hear from the defendant herself, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Please show the defendant to the witness stand.
Woods:
............ I... I don't really remember much... about when the bomb went off... I... think it's probably... the shock of it all...
Payne:
Hmph! What a convenient excuse!
Athena:
Mr. Wright... Can I go and give that prosecutor a smack?!
Phoenix:
Wh-What?! Of course not! Do we have to review Courtroom Manners 101 again?!
Athena:
But this is so painful for Junie! She's so scared... so very scared!
Phoenix:
(Looks like Athena's picking something up with her heightened sense of hearing... And it sounds like this time, it's the pain in Ms. Woods's voice.)
Payne:
If you would, Ms. Woods, please testify to this court about when the bomb went off.
Witness Testimony
-- When the Bomb Went Off --
Woods:
Well, that day... *cough* I was watching from the gallery... *cough, cough* The bomb went off... *cough* *cough* And rubble started falling... It fell on top of me... *cough, cough*
Athena:
Junie looks like she's in pain, being forced to recall the bombing like this... Why can't the prosecution see that she can't even get her words out?!
Phoenix:
(This isn't working... Hey, wait a minute! If she can't tell us what she wants to say, there's only one thing to do! Yes, now's the perfect time to use Athena's power! Athena has a unique ability, you see. With her special sense of hearing, she can discover a witness's true feelings. In essence, she can discern emotions from the tone of a person's voice. At a time like this, all I can do is leave it to Athena and her special ability.) Athena, I need you to do something for me. I want you to use the analytical psychology you studied... and listen to Ms. Woods's TRUE testimony.
Athena:
...Okay, Mr. Wright! I'll give it a try!
Phoenix:
So your holographic thingamabob can show us how Ms. Woods is feeling, right?
Athena:
In a nutshell, yes. The emotions and images that I picked up on just now while listening to her testimony... I can enter them into my computer and use its Mood Matrix program to analyze them. These mood markers here reflect fluctuations in Junie's emotions. When she feels happy or is enjoying the memory, the "Happy" marker will light up. When she feels angry or frustrated, the "Angry" marker will react. When she feels sadness or is frightened by a memory, the "Sad" marker will blink. And when she feels surprised or confused, the "Surprised" marker will let us know.
Phoenix:
So, basically, with your special ability and that computer's Mood Matrix program... you can let me know the emotions Ms. Woods is feeling during her testimony. Is that how it works?
Athena:
You've got it!
Phoenix:
Okay! It's time to listen to Ms. Woods's true testimony!)
NOISE LEVEL100%
Woods:
Well, that day... *cough*
Woods:
I was watching from the gallery... *cough, cough*
Woods:
The bomb went off... *cough*
Woods:
*cough* And rubble started falling...
Woods:
It fell on top of me... *cough, cough*
Athena:
I think I have a good grasp on Junie's emotional state now.
Phoenix:
(This power of Athena's is incredible...)
Athena:
And I'm seeing an unexpected emotion that's inconsistent with her testimony!
Phoenix:
What?! Already?!
Athena:
Look at this! When she says, "It fell on top of me," the "Happy" marker is reacting!
Phoenix:
Well, look at that. That IS odd!
Athena:
There must be a reason for this contradictory emotion! We just need to do some digging! When you find an unexpected emotion... touch "Pinpoint" (L)... and then select the unexpected emotion or reaction from the four mood markers.
Woods:
It fell on top of me... *cough, cough*
Pinpoint Happiness
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Ms. Woods!"
Phoenix:
Ms. Woods! As the rubble was falling, was there something that made you feel happy?
Woods:
What?! *cough*
Phoenix:
Take your time and see if you can remember what happened.
Woods:
Um... Let's see... Just as I was about to escape the courtroom... rubble started falling! I thought I was done for...! And then... Oh, I remember! Just then... Apollo came and rescued me!
Phoenix:
(So that's when Apollo got hurt...) It looks like we were able to make Ms. Woods recall something after all.
Athena:
I'll just input this new information and make an update. Now, let's continue with Junie's true testimony!
Phoenix:
So when I find an unexpected emotion, I should touch "Pinpoint" (L), right?
Athena:
That's right! And then you select the unexpected emotion from the mood markers. If we can find the reason for the discord in her voice... Then we should be able to draw new testimony out!
Woods:
I tried to run, but I was too slow.
Woods:
Before I could get away, the bomb went off.
Woods:
I was so startled I tripped! Then rubble started falling on me.
Woods:
I thought I was done for...
Woods:
But then Apollo came and rescued me!
Pinpoint Sadness
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"You were happy when Mr. Justice rescued you, weren't you?"
Athena:
I can sense some discord in Junie's voice when I listen to her testimony. There must be an unexpected emotion here somewhere! When you find an unexpected emotion... touch "Pinpoint" (L)... and then select the unexpected emotion from the four mood markers.
Phoenix:
You were happy when Mr. Justice rescued you, weren't you?
Woods:
Yes... I was happy and relieved.
Phoenix:
But was there also something you felt sad about at the same time?
Woods:
Sad?
Phoenix:
The reason I ask is... when you were describing how you were rescued, we sense a little sadness, too.
Woods:
......Oh! I think it was probably because of Bum Rap Rhiny.
Phoenix:
Bum Rap Rhiny? (Well, what do you know? Something new!)
Woods:
That's right. I... I brought my stuffed animal, Bum Rap Rhiny, to watch the trial with me. Bum Rap Rhiny and Phony Phanty are brothers.
Phoenix:
(Don't tell me those things are part of some kind of "collectible" craze...)
Woods:
I had Bum Rap Rhiny with me while I was watching the trial... But it wasn't until Apollo saved me that I realized I'd lost him as I was running away... My poor Rhiny! A victim of that terrible bomb!
Athena:
Mr. Wright! I don't sense any discord in Junie's voice anymore! I think we managed to draw out all of her testimony!
Woods:
Oh, I know! You can see what he looks like in this poster! This little guy is Bum Rap Rhiny.
Phoenix:
(Say, that tail looks mighty familiar... Aha! It's all starting to make sense now!) Your Honor! The defendant has just made a very important new statement! I assert that the existence of this "Bump Rap Rhiny" negates the prosecution's evidence!
Judge:
Wh-What's this?!
Phoenix:
(Well, it might've taken a little longer than ten minutes... but it looks like I'm taking you out after all, Payne.)
Judge:
I'm afraid I don't follow, Mr. Wright. Perhaps you could clarify your assertion for us. Which of the prosecution's pieces of evidence does the existence of Bum Rap Rhiny negate?
Present Phony Phanty Tail
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ms. Woods, I know this trial has been very hard for you."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please have a look at this evidence!
Judge:
I'm having a look, but I fail to understand what I'm supposed to be seeing.
Payne:
The defendant's testimony negates the prosecution's claims about this evidence! ...Um, doesn't it?
Judge:
What are you asking me for?! If your next question is "Am I going to get a penalty?" the answer is "Yes."
Phoenix:
(Urk... But I actually wasn't going to ask that question... Guess I'd better rethink this.)
Leads back to:
"I'm afraid I don't follow, Mr. Wright. Perhaps you could clarify your assertion for us."
Phoenix:
Ms. Woods, I know this trial has been very hard for you. But you can relax now. You are, without a doubt, innocent.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What wild assertion are you making now?!
Phoenix:
My "wild assertion" is simply this: the two stuffed animals were mixed up. The tail the defendant's fingerprints were found on wasn't that of Phony Phanty. It was the tail of her gallery companion, Bum Rap Rhiny!
Payne:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Athena:
You did it! You did it, Mr. Wright! You turned it right around!
Phoenix:
It's too early to celebrate, Athena. We still have a long road of refuting ahead of us!
Athena:
Oh. *ahem* Right, Mr. Wright. But I just know we'll win this thing for Junie! We'll crush anyone who even doubts her innocence!
Phoenix:
Let's get Ms. Woods that not guilty verdict together, you and me! (And reclaim the legendary title of "Ace Attorney"!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Judge:
...... Do you have something you wish to say about this piece of evidence, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Well, it clearly contradicts the statement... er, doesn't it?
Judge:
I'm afraid I don't see any particular contradictions.
Phoenix:
(Whoops! I got it wrong.)
Judge:
That's a penalty for you!
Phoenix:
...Urk!
Athena:
I think you'd better start over from scratch, Mr. Wright. I just get the feeling that's the wrong evidence AND the wrong statement.
Phoenix:
Maybe you're right. I think the last statement is the one we'd better concentrate on.
Athena:
And I think the Stuffed Animal Bomb is the evidence we need to look at!
Phoenix:
(Okay. The last statement and the Stuffed Animal Bomb, huh?)
Presenting wrong evidence in correct statement during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence, Your Honor!
Judge:
...... And what exactly about the testimony is inconsistent with that?
Phoenix:
............ I apologize, Your Honor. May I please try again?
Judge:
Oh, by all means! But I'm afraid I will have to penalize you first, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Ouch. (Guess I should've seen that one coming.)
Athena:
But I agree there's definitely something off about this statement.
Phoenix:
Hmm. Wonder if I presented the wrong piece of evidence?
Athena:
I bet that's it! Why don't you take another look through the Court Record? There must be something in there that contradicts the statement: "I saw that the bomb's timer was counting down."
Presenting correct evidence in wrong statement during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's something odd about the witness's statement! And this is the evidence that proves it!
Judge:
...... I'm sorry, Mr. Wright... but the only thing I find "odd" here is your objection.
Phoenix:
(That didn't go so well...)
Athena:
I just don't understand it. I was sure that the correct evidence to present was this Stuffed Animal Bomb.
Phoenix:
Hmm. I guess I presented it at the wrong statement.
Athena:
I bet that's it! Why don't we take a good look at the other statements? There must be a statement in the testimony that contradicts the Stuffed Animal Bomb!
Pinpointing wrong emotion during mood matrix
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
Ms. Woods, you probably aren't aware of this yourself... but there is a contradiction between your testimony and your emotions.
Woods:
Huh? What do you mean by that?
Phoenix:
When we view your emotions alongside your testimony, we find the unexpected emotion-- (Wait a minute... there really isn't anything strange here.)
Athena:
I don't know, but I think maybe we made a mistake, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
......I think maybe you're right.
Athena:
Let's take another look! There must be an unexpected emotion here somewhere!
Too many penalties (Ted Tonate)
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(But I still have so much more to get out of him!)
Judge:
I declare this cross-examination over!
GAME OVERTry again from where the trial ended?
Too many penalties (Juniper Woods)
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to hear further argument in this case.
Phoenix:
(B-But... Your Honor...!)
Judge:
This concludes the trial of Ms. Juniper Woods!
GAME OVERTry again from where the trial ended?
Turnabout Countdown
Image Gallery
Transcript
Anime cutscene
Phoenix:
These are dark times, where the law has been reduced to rubble. And it's up to us to restore it to its former glory. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It looks like your target finally decided to make a move. Don't you worry, I got a trusty new partner onboard."
Girl:
Done!
Robot necklace:
Ready to go?
Girl:
You bet, let's do this!
Phoenix:
"She's been with us for half a year, though I can hardly believe it. Anyway, her power will be our greatest weapon."
Officer:
Are you alright, miss?
Phoenix:
"Yeah. It's for this very reason I returned. Time to bring it to an end."
Episode 1Turnabout Countdown
???:
Heh heh heh! The best thing about bombs is how they erase and destroy... without discretion. Now all I have to do is pin everything on that little girl!
December 17, 9:22 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Athena:
(Hmm... Nope! Not feeling nervous at all! It's amazing what a girl can get used to! Even a tense atmosphere like this is no biggie!)
???:
You doing okay, Athena?
Athena:
Oh, Apollo! Y-Yeah, doing great! Like, hum-a-little-tune great!
Apollo:
Oh, yeah? Well, that's good to hear. Although... I could've sworn I heard your voice crack for a second there.
Athena:
(Oof! I'm THAT transparent, huh?) Cracking? N-No, my voice isn't cracking! Nerves of steel, here, I tell you! (This is Apollo Justice. He's a fellow lawyer at the office I work for. Apollo is the lead for the defense on this case. But I'm going to be there at the bench with him, doing what I can to help out. I'll do whatever it takes to defend Junie!) Speaking of steel, how are you holding up? That explosion really did a number on you...
Apollo:
I'm just happy that you're okay, Athena. Although... I can't pretend I have no connection to this case. That's why I'm gonna see to it that Juniper's name is cleared! And I'm sure you feel much the same way.
Athena:
You got that right! I won't rest until Junie is completely cleared of all suspicion!
???:
Apollo, Thena... Thank you... for doing this for me.
Athena:
Junie!
Woods:
...... *cough* *cough, cough*
Athena:
Hey, are you okay?
Woods:
...Sorry about that. I always seem to go into coughing fits whenever I get nervous. This kind of thing never happens *cough* at home in the forest, though. *cough*
Athena:
(This is Juniper Woods. She's my dear, dear childhood friend, and she's also our client for this case. The news keeps repeating that Junie is the "alleged bomber"... But that's ridiculous! There's no way Junie would do anything like that!)
Woods:
I brought you a little snack, Thena... Just a little something from my garden.
Athena:
Hey, thanks! So, um... Is this an orange or a tangerine?
Woods:
It's an orange! My grandma says... ...that orange is the color of strength and endurance.
Athena:
Oh, I get it! Strength for the trial, right? (Junie... You're always so good to me. Geez, look at me! Standing here clutching an orange to my chest with tears in my eyes...) Well, don't you worry! We'll be so powerful in there, they won't know what hit them! Right, Apollo?!
Apollo:
Yeah... that's right. Come what may... this is one trial... we just can't lose...!
Woods:
Apollooooooooo!
Athena:
Apollo!
Apollo:
Ungh...
Athena:
(Blood is seeping through his bandages! One of his wounds must've reopened. All this time, he was trying to put on a brave face, but he was really overdoing it.)
Mr. Justice!
Athena:
(Huh?)
Bailiff:
The trial is about to start, sir. Please proceed to the courtroom.
Athena:
(What?! Now?! But Apollo's in no state to defend!)
Apollo:
*huff, huff*... Aaaaargh! I... I have to... defend Juniper!
Athena:
(What are we gonna do?! The trial is about to start, with or without us! There's only one other option I can think of at a time like this... But even if I called him now, he'd never get here in time! .........No, wait! There's something else I can do!) Apollo, give me all the evidence for the case.
Apollo:
Huh...? What are you gonna do?
Athena:
Bailiff.
Bailiff:
Y-Yes, Miss?
Athena:
The defense would like to submit a substitution of attorney petition.
Woods:
Thena!
Apollo:
You're not seriously--
Athena:
You just concentrate on getting better. I'll defend Junie!
Apollo:
All by yourself?! Athena, stop for a sec and think about what you're saying! You've never once taken a case on alone before, right?!
Athena:
¡No hay problema! I can handle it! (I think.) But I guess it's really up to you, Junie. Would you be okay with me taking over?
Woods:
Um......... Sure. I believe in you, Thena, and that's enough for me.
Apollo:
............
Athena:
You're worried for me, aren't you? To be honest, I'm pretty nervous, too. I think my heart might just burst out of my chest! But you're in no shape to stand at the bench now. So you'll just have to leave it to me!
Apollo:
............ ...All right. I can see your mind's made up anyway. I hate it that I can't be there... but I know you'll give your utmost to defend Juniper!
Athena:
You bet I will! Rest assured of that!
Athena:
(My name is Athena Cykes. I'm still just a newbie, but I'm a lawyer. This is... only the second time I've taken the lead in a defense case. It'll be the first time I stand up there alone, though. But I have to do this! And I'm definitely not about to let anything bad happen to Junie!)
December 17, 9:46 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 5
Day 1Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Juniper Woods.
Athena:
Th-The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Payne:
The prosecution is also ready, Your Honor. Uh-huh... And what is the meaning of this? I was under the impression that Mr. Red Monkey would be my opponent today.
Judge:
Yes, well, a substitution of attorney petition was submitted just a few moments ago. Due to the explosion in the courthouse yesterday, Mr. Justice is unable to continue.
Payne:
I see, I see. Not at all surprised he used that as an excuse to run away. With me as an adversary, who wouldn't want to feign illness in order to escape?
Athena:
(What?! The nerve of that guy! I'm going to give him a piece of my mind! W-Well, I would if I wasn't so nervous... Argh! This arrogant jerk!)
Widget:
You arrogant jerk!
Athena:
N-No! Widget!
Payne:
Is my hearing getting worse? I could've sworn I heard the defense say something just now.
Athena:
N-N-No! You didn't hear anything at all! Especially not from me!
Judge:
Hmm... How odd. I could have sworn I also heard something...
Athena:
...Oh, that would be my indispensable partner, Widget. He... sometimes blurts out what I'm thinking.
Payne:
Heh heh. Well then. If that's the case, then it's a clear contradiction to what you just stated!
Athena:
(A contradiction?)
Payne:
You just stated that you said nothing. However, if that device of yours says what you're thinking... ...then you indeed said I was...what was it? Elegance at work?
Athena:
Eeep! (Actually, it was arrogant jerk...)
Payne:
At any rate, what does it matter if it's a red monkey or a yellow monkey facing me? No fresh-out-of-law-school ROOKIE can defend this witness.
Judge:
Mr. Payne, I believe that's enough. Let us get back to the case.
Payne:
Of course, Your Honor. I'm more than ready to show this little girl why they call me the "Rookie Humiliator."
Athena:
(I knew it. He really is an arrogant jerk.)
Widget:
Arrogant jerk!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes. If you continue to insult the prosecution, I will remove you from this court.
Athena:
Ack. I'm very sorry... (It was just a knee-jerk reaction...)
Judge:
Now then... Mr. Payne. Your opening statement, if you please.
Payne:
Thank you, Your Honor. Now then. The incident occurred yesterday here at this very courthouse, in Courtroom No. 4. At that time, the trial for a certain bombing was being held in Courtroom No. 4.
Judge:
Ah, yes. I was presiding over that trial as well. And Mr. Justice was there as the lawyer for the defense.
Payne:
A bomb that was being presented as evidence suddenly went off during the trial. It was a terrible incident... and Courtroom No. 4 was completely destroyed. Fortunately, we were able to start evacuation procedures before the explosion occurred. Just a few more seconds and it would've turned into a horrific loss of human life.
Judge:
But there was, in fact, one death, was there not?
Payne:
That is correct, Your Honor. When Courtroom No. 4 was examined after the blast... ...the body of Detective Candice Arme was discovered. She was to take the stand as a witness later in the trial.
Judge:
I suppose she wasn't able to evacuate in time. What a terrible tragedy. I must admit, I stumbled at least ten times myself before I was able to escape.
Athena:
(Maybe the court should see to getting you even shorter robes...)
Payne:
The victim's body was found near the entrance to the courtroom. I suspect she stayed until the very end to help guide the others out safely. Your Honor, allow me to submit as evidence the victim's autopsy report... ...and details about the bomb.
Arme's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Stuffed Animal Bomb added to the Court Record.
Athena:
(Okay, I know how this works. All evidence for the trial is filed in the Court Record. When I want to check something out, I just touch the Court Record Button (R). I'd better take a peek later.)
Judge:
Now, then. Please call the accused to the witness stand.
Woods:
............ *cough*
Judge:
Defendant, are you feeling all right? You're looking a bit pale...
Woods:
I'm so sorry! I was feeling a bit weak when I first arrived here at the courthouse... *cough* But I... I'm all right.
Athena:
(Junie's really giving it her all! I'd better make sure I do the same!)
Payne:
Heh heh. If we could please proceed. Your name and occupation, defendant.
Woods:
...Juniper Woods... I'm... a h-high school student.
Payne:
Ms. Woods, can you confirm you were in the courthouse on the day in question?
Woods:
Yes. I came to know Apollo Justice through my friend Thena... *cough* And so... I was there yesterday... to watch his trial and lend my support.
Athena:
(Something's wrong. Junie's really scared.)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Did you know I'm also known as the "Defendant Humiliator"? It looks like I have yet another chance to show everyone how I earned that moniker!
Athena:
(Grr... Does his arrogance know no bounds?! I have to protect Junie no matter what!) Hey you arrogant je-- Er, Prosecutor Payne!
Payne:
Hmm? What is it? Do you want me to demonstrate why I'm known as the "Rookie Humiliator" instead?
Athena:
(Deep breaths, Athena. Don't let him get to you.) P-Prosecutor Payne! Junie is telling the truth! Mr. Justice also backed up her claim when we saw him in the Defendant Lobby. And, Junie, he said that he was glad to get the lotus root you gave him, too.
Woods:
He was? My grandma says lotus root is good for your eyes. She says they can even help you see into the future!
Athena:
They can? Then that's the perfect present for a lawyer! (And if that's true, I guess he must not have eaten them...)
Judge:
Hmm... A sweet, meek girl like this, blowing a courtroom to bits? I must say it's very hard to believe.
Payne:
Payne:
Now, now, Your Honor. Don't let her seemingly innocent appearance fool you. The defendant had a motive for committing this crime.
Woods:
Th-That's not true...! I don't have any kind of motive...! A-And I-I didn't even know the lady who was killed...!
Payne:
I admit the investigation didn't turn up any connection between the victim and defendant. However, that doesn't matter. The only thing that does is that her objective was the destruction of Courtroom No. 4 itself.
Athena:
Hey, what's that supposed to mean?! Why in the world would Ms. Woods want to do that?!
Payne:
Mm-hmm. That's a very good question, coming from a novice such as yourself. But first, a question for the defendant. Have you ever been brought up on false charges?
Woods:
What?! Wh-Why, yes... Yes, I have...
Payne:
And did that experience cause you to harbor a grudge against the court system?
Athena:
Athena:
Now, wait just one minute! If that kind of thing was a motive for blowing things up... ...then every one of our clients would turn into bombers!
Judge:
That's a valid point. We would have a single courthouse left standing in the land.
Payne:
I concede the accused isn't the only one who might bear resentment against the courts. But Ms. Woods is the only person who could have committed this crime. Why? Because we have some decisive evidence that proves the defendant's guilt.
Athena:
(Decisive, huh? I'll believe it when I see it!)
Payne:
It involves a very unique aspect of the bomb itself, Your Honor.
Judge:
And what exactly was so unique about it?
Payne:
Hmm... Why don't we have Ms. Cykes answer that question?
Athena:
Huh? M-Me?
Payne:
Mm-hmm. I notice that you appear to be very nervous. And, well, gentleman that I am... ...I'd like to offer you the chance to gain some confidence with such an easy question.
Athena:
(Could he BE any more condescending?! Really! What a thoroughly unpleasant man!)
Widget:
"L" is for "Loser"!
Payne:
Harrumph! What did it just say?!
Athena:
N-Nothing. Not a single thing... (Now, let's see... What was I supposed to do at a time like this...? Oh, I know! The Court Record! The information I need is somewhere in the Court Record!)
Judge:
All right, Ms. Cykes. Let's hear your answer. What was unique about the bomb that blew up the courtroom? Was it because it was...
In Apollo's briefcase
Athena:
Let's see... I believe it was because it was... ...in Mr. Justice's briefcase?
Judge:
Don't tell me you intend to claim that it was Mr. Justice who committed the bombing?!
Athena:
What? No! Of course not! I just thought maybe... he brought it to the courtroom by mistake...?
Judge:
What kind of person makes a mistake like that?!
Athena:
(Ugh... What in the world am I blathering on about?)
Judge:
All right. Let's try that again, shall we?
Leads back to:
"What was unique about the bomb that blew up the courtroom? Was it because it was..."
In the Judge's pocket
Athena:
The bomb was... In Your Honor's pocket!
Judge:
M-Ms Cykes! What in Sam Hill are you talking about?!
Athena:
Well, I tried to picture myself as the bomb... If I was in your pocket, you'd surely bring me into the courtroom, naturally.
Judge:
The only things in my pocket are pictures of my grandchild! I would hardly have a bomb in there!
Athena:
Ah ha ha... No of course not... That would be silly, now, wouldn't it? (I think I'd better take another good look through the Court Record.)
Judge:
All right. Let's try that again, shall we?
Leads back to:
"What was unique about the bomb that blew up the courtroom? Was it because it was..."
Inside a stuffed animal
Leads to:
"Mr. Payne! What kind of simpleton do you take me for?!"
Athena:
Mr. Payne! What kind of simpleton do you take me for?! It was stuffed inside a stuffed animal! Its evil intentions covered up by a cute exterior!
Payne:
Heh heh. Very good. Have a cookie. The bomb that went off in the courtroom was indeed hidden inside a stuffed animal.
Athena:
(There, how do you like that? Not bad, huh? I AM fine, just like I said from the start! I can do this!)
Judge:
Yes, as I recall, the bomb was stuffed inside a stuffed animal the whole time. I never even got to take a look at it. But what connection does this impish elephant have with the defendant?
Payne:
The answer to that question lies in another piece of evidence, which I have here.
Judge:
And what, pray tell, is this? It appears to be a little singed.
Payne:
It's a tail, Your Honor. The tail of a poor victim of the explosion.
Judge:
This is incredible! Are you saying it's Detective Arme's tail?!
Payne:
Your Honor is so very close, but no. It belongs to this stuffed animal. It's called the Phony Phanty. A rather unpleasant name, if you ask me.
Judge:
He's the mascot for a campaign to eliminate false evidence and false charges, is he not?
Payne:
Exactly. His motto is "Phony Evidence is just Trunked Up!"
Athena:
(That's so wrong on so many levels.)
Payne:
The Phony Phanty's tail is made of vinyl cloth. And we found something very interesting on its surface... the defendant's fingerprints.
Athena:
(WH-WHAAAAAT?!)
Payne:
The Phony Phanty provided the prosecution with all the evidence we needed. It clearly proves that the accused handled the bomb!
Woods:
I... Uhhh... Eep!
Athena:
(But that doesn't make any sense! Why would Junie's fingerprints be on it?!)
Judge:
Hmm... That does appear to be pretty irrefutable evidence... The court accepts it into evidence.
Phony Phanty Tail added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Ms. Woods, do you have an explanation for this?
Woods:
...I... I don't understand... I... *cough, cough*
Payne:
How about you, Ms. Cykes? Do you have any plausible explanation to refute this decisive piece of evidence?
Athena:
W-Well, I... uh... (I-I can't do it! I can't think of a single thing! But I'd better come up with something... for Junie's sake!)
Payne:
If you can't produce an answer, we could always go straight to the ruling, if you prefer.
Athena:
(Ack, no! I have to say something -- fast! Oh, no! I can't get my voice to work! Why now, of all times...?!)
(I thought I overcame this already... Maybe I'm still not ready to stand in court?)
Anime cutscene
Payne:
As you can see, there is no room for debate.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Judge:
Why, it's you...
Phoenix:
Sorry it took me so long to get here, Athena. Apollo explained the whole thing to me over the phone. He asked me to come help you out in his place.
Athena:
...Thanks for coming. I hate to admit it, but I was having a real rough time on my own.
Phoenix:
Oh, I don't know. I think you were doing just fine, all things considered. And you hung in there, giving me enough time to get here. Now, let's turn things around!
Athena:
You got it, Boss!
Judge:
Ho ho ho. Look who showed up out of the blue. If it isn't Mr. Phoenix Wright. You always manage to surprise me.
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Mr. Payne has called for an early ruling... ...but I believe there are still many things that need to be deliberated. How did Ms Woods's fingerprints wind up on the stuffed animal tail? How was the bomb even detonated? Until these questions are answered, I assert it's impossible for a fair ruling to be made!
Judge:
Hmm... You are absolutely right. Let us continue from where we left off. I assume you have no objections, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Heh heh. None at all, Your Honor.
Woods:
*cough, cough*............ ......*cough, cough* *cough*
Phoenix:
(Ms. Woods really looks like she's having a hard time.)
Athena:
Junie's really struggling, Mr. Wright. I get the sense she's afraid of the courtroom itself.
Phoenix:
Because of yesterday?
Athena:
Yeah. It was understandably very traumatic for her.
Phoenix:
Poor thing. And here she is, back at the courthouse again, being so brave. I'd like to make a request, Your Honor. If at all possible, I'd like to have Ms. Woods rest in the lobby.
Judge:
Hmm... Given the defendant's condition... Very well, I grant special permission.
Athena:
You go get some rest, Junie, and leave the rest to us!
Woods:
Okay... Thank you. Sorry about this... *cough, cough*
Payne:
Phoenix Wright... I've been looking forward to meeting you.
Phoenix:
...It's been a while, Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Heh heh. You're more clueless than I'd heard. I do believe you mean, "How do you do?" For I... am Gaspen Payne! I am the younger brother of your longstanding rival, Winston Payne!
Phoenix:
WHAAAT?! ("Longstanding rival"...? When were we ever rivals, let alone "longstanding"...?)
Payne:
You'll see, Mr. Wright. I will cleanse Winston of the disgrace he met with at your hands!
Phoenix:
(*sigh* Looks like this royal Payne is going to be as thoroughly unpleasant as the other.)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Your Honor! The prosecution would now like to call a decisive witness to the stand. This witness will testify as to how the accused detonated the bomb in the courtroom.
Judge:
Very well. Please call your witness, Mr. Payne!
???:
............
Payne:
Witness, your name and occupation, please.
Judge:
W-Witness?
Tonate:
NAME: TED TONATEOCCUPATION: BOMB DISPOSAL SPECIALIST
Judge:
Oh, my! What a strange, robotic voice you have!
Tonate:
SPEECH SYNTHESIS VIA TYPING. IT IS THE SAME AS ME TALKING.
Athena:
He sounds exactly like a robot...
Judge:
Can't you speak in a normal manner?!
Tonate:
I can.
Phoenix:
(He can!)
Tonate:
BUT I DO NOT LIKE TO SPEAK. SPEAKING IS INEFFICIENT. ENERGY EXPENDITURE: SPEAKING > TYPING UNDERSTAND?
Judge:
Hmm.. What an odd witness.
Payne:
Mr. Tonate was in charge of the bomb for that trial and was there when it went off.
Judge:
Being a bomb squad specialist, do you have any relation to the defendant?
Tonate:
NEGATIVE. I FIRST MET THE GIRL WHILE ON THIS JOB. MANY PEOPLE ARE EMPLOYED BY THE POLICE. I KNOW ONLY A FRACTION OF THEM. HOWEVER, I WAS SHOCKED WHEN I FIRST DISCOVERED THE BODY OF THE VICTIM.
Judge:
Shocked?
Tonate:
I WAS THE FIRST ONE ON THE SCENE AFTER THE EXPLOSION. I WENT THERE TO ENSURE SAFETY, BUT I ENDED UP DISCOVERING A DEAD BODY.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... So he was the first to discover the body, was he?)
Payne:
He is here to testify about the circumstances surrounding the moment of the explosion.
Judge:
Very well. The court will hear Mr. Tonate's testimony. But at the very least, show this court some respect and remove that faceguard, Witness!
Witness Testimony
-- When the Bomb Went Off --
Tonate:
THE BOMB WAS ORIGINALLY DISARMED BY ME, THEN TRANSPORTED HERE AS EVIDENCE.BOMB NAME: HH-3000 OPERATED BY TIMER OR WITH A REMOTEI WAS WATCHING FROM THE GALLERY WHEN I SUDDENLY BECAME ALARMED.I SAW THAT THE BOMB'S TIMER WAS COUNTING DOWN.
Phoenix:
So even though the bomb was supposed to be disarmed, it somehow got switched on?
Tonate:
PRECISELY. ACTIVATING THE TIMER IS VERY SIMPLE. 1. CONNECT WIRES 2. SWITCH ON TIMERA MONKEY COULD DO IT. I AM SURE EVEN YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO, MR. WRIGHT.
Athena:
Uh, I guess this makes you the Blue Monkey in this barrel of fun, Boss...
Phoenix:
*ahem* I'd now like to begin my cross-examination-- Huh?
Judge:
Mr. Tonate...! What is that?
Tonate:
HH-3000... AKA: A BOMB.
Phoenix:
(A B-BOMB?!)
Judge:
Great googly moogly!
Payne:
Yeeeaaaargh!
Judge:
Mr. Tonate! I-I demand that you disarm it this instant!
Tonate:
Disassembly complete. HMPH. 5.3 SECONDS. 0.2 SECONDS SHORT OF MY PERSONAL BEST.
Judge:
Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I'm not exactly a spring chicken, you know!
Tonate:
THIS IS AN EXACT REPLICA OF THE HH-3000. IT IS USED TO PRACTICE DISARMING BOMBS. DISARM = SUCCESS. EXPLOSION = FAILURE.
Judge:
An exact replica of the bomb that exploded, is it? So that's what it looked like.
Tonate:
I SUBMITTED A PHOTOGRAPH OF THE REAL BOMB TAKEN JUST BEFORE THE TRIAL. DIMENSIONS: 10" H x 10" W x 10" D WEIGHT: 12 LBS... A PERFECT REPLICATION.
Judge:
Your bomb does appear to be a very good copy, indeed.
Tonate:
YES, HOWEVER I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE DETONATION MECHANISM. IT HAS A VERY PUZZLING WIRING SETUP. IT IS REGRETTABLE I COULD NOT REPLICATE IT.
Judge:
Witness, that's enough! There's no need to replicate anything here!
HH-3000 Bomb updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
And now if the defense would begin their cross-examination-- Hm? Where has Ms. Cykes gone to?
Athena:
............
Phoenix:
Athena, you can come out now.
Athena:
Okay, Mr. Wright! Let's get to work!
Phoenix:
I guess you were pretty scared, huh?
Athena:
Wh-What?! I don't know what you're talking about!
Widget:
She was about to bolt!
Athena:
Hey, put a sock in it, Widget!
Phoenix:
(*sigh* As transparent as ever...)
Athena:
Now, let's see... Where were we...?
Phoenix:
We were at the "cross-examination"!
Athena:
Oh! Cross-examination! Of course!
Phoenix:
(She seems disoriented. I wonder if she's all right... Maybe I should ask Athena if she remembers how to cross-examine... to help her focus.)
I'd better ask
Phoenix:
Um, Athena, you remember how to conduct a cross-examination, right?
Athena:
What?! Of course I do! What kind of lawyer would I be if I didn't?!
Phoenix:
Now, now! Don't get upset! But what do you say to humoring me with a little review...?
Athena:
You got it! Basically, we examine a witness's testimony... ...and compare it against the Court Record, searching carefully for any inconsistencies. This green text represents a witness's testimony. Touch the right arrow to advance to the next statement of the testimony. Touch the left arrow to go back to the previous statement. Pay close attention to the testimony, and when you've found an inconsistency... ...touch "Present" (R) to open the Court Record! The Court Record contains information on all the evidence we have at our disposal. You can use it to look for facts that conflict with what the witness has said. When you find something, "Present" (X) that evidence to refute the witness's statement!
Phoenix:
And what if nothing conflicts with the witness's testimony?
Athena:
Well, that's when you "Press" (L) the witness for more information. Find any inconsistencies or lies in the testimony and reveal them to the court. That's what cross-examination is all about!
Phoenix:
Looks like you remember it just as I taught it. (And it was a nice refresher course for me!)
Leads to:
"If you can't find any contradictions..."
Nah, she'll be fine
Phoenix:
(Nah, no need for that right now. She'll be fine.)
Athena:
I'll do everything I can to help!
Leads to:
"If you can't find any contradictions..."
Athena:
If you can't find any contradictions... ...and you flub up too often, don't be afraid to ask me for help! Press X to consult with me when the Consult panel appears. I'll let you know where I think the suspicious statement is!
Phoenix:
Sounds good. I'll be counting on you if I get in a bind. All right. It's cross-examination time!
Cross Examination
-- When the Bomb Went Off --
Tonate:
THE BOMB WAS ORIGINALLY DISARMED BY ME, THEN TRANSPORTED HERE AS EVIDENCE.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You say that you disarmed the bomb... but are you sure it was really disarmed?
Tonate:
ABSOLUTELY. I CAN DISARM ANYTHING. IN A FLASH!
Phoenix:
Uh, that looks more like "dismantle" than "disarm" to me...
Tonate:
Oh. Pardon me.
Phoenix:
Let's see. Is there any chance you could have forgotten to disarm the bomb?
Tonate:
IMPOSSIBLE! I DO NOT MAKE RUDIMENTARY MISTAKES LIKE THAT.
Phoenix:
They say "to err is human." (Although the jury is still out on this guy...)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. If you must know, Mr. Wright, according to the court's own records... ...the fact that the bomb had indeed been disarmed was officially confirmed.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess I can rule out the possibility that he forgot to disarm it...) Could you talk about the bomb in a little more detail for the court, Mr. Tonate?
Tonate:
CERTAINLY.
Tonate:
BOMB NAME: HH-3000 OPERATED BY TIMER OR WITH A REMOTE
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What was the approximate size and weight of the bomb?
Tonate:
DIMENSIONS: 10" H x 10" W x 10" D WEIGHT: 12 LBS. THIS INFORMATION IS ALSO WRITTEN ON THE PHOTOGRAPH.
Judge:
Ah, yes. Here it is, on the back. According to this, the case is made out of alloy plating five-sixteenths of an inch thick. That certainly sounds like one thick and very heavy bit of metal.
Athena:
I bet if I dropped that thing on your foot, you'd be hoppin'!
Phoenix:
If you dropped that thing anywhere, I'd be "hopping" for the nearest exit!
Judge:
Very well. I believe the court has heard enough about the bomb itself. So, Mr. Tonate, you were keeping an eye on the bomb? Where were you watching from?
Tonate:
I WAS WATCHING FROM THE GALLERY WHEN I SUDDENLY BECAME ALARMED.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why were you in the gallery?
Tonate:
MY DUTIES MAY HAVE BEEN OVER FOR THE MOMENT, BUT I WANTED TO KEEP WATCH. EVEN THOUGH THE BOMB WAS DISARMED, YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL. EXPLOSIVE DEVICES ARE VERY DANGEROUS THINGS.
Judge:
Ah, how admirably responsible of you. A model to be emulated.
Tonate:
I PRACTICE DISARMING BOMBS EVERY DAY. I practice assembling them, too...
Phoenix:
(The disarming part, I get, but assembling them...?)
Athena:
Well, I'll have you know that I practice presenting evidence every day myself!
Tonate:
I SEE. BUT DO YOU EVER PRACTICE HAVING EVIDENCE PRESENTED TO YOU?
Athena:
P-Presented to me? What...? No, I...
Tonate:
THEN YOU CANNOT VERY WELL CALL YOURSELF A PROFESSIONAL YET, CAN YOU?
Athena:
Grr! That does it! I'm gonna start practicing having evidence presented to me every day! And you'd better drink some coffee, Boss! We're gonna be pulling an all-nighter!
Phoenix:
Uh, I don't think that will be necessary... (...Or worth either of our time.)
Judge:
So, Mr. Tonate, what did you witness from the gallery?
Tonate:
I SAW THAT THE BOMB'S TIMER WAS COUNTING DOWN.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You saw it counting clearly, with your own eyes? I'd hardly think a timer as small as the one on this bomb could be seen from the gallery.
Tonate:
THESE GOGGLES HELP ME SEE VERY SMALL THINGS CLEARLY FROM VERY FAR AWAY. I CAN EVEN SEE WHAT YOU HAD FOR BREAKFAST BY LOOKING AT YOUR TIE.
Phoenix:
(Why do I suddenly feel like a bug under a magnifying glass?)
Athena:
Hmm... I guess it's possible he saw the timer if he was wearing those goggles.
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure. There's something that just doesn't sit right with me...
Athena:
Hm? I don't think I follow...
Phoenix:
(The bomb was completely hidden inside the stuffed animal. So well concealed, in fact, that it didn't even look like a bomb at all!)
Present HH-3000 Bomb
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"So you say you saw the bomb's countdown, is that right?"
Athena:
So you're trying to find testimony that conflicts with the evidence, right?
Phoenix:
That's right. Listening carefully to Mr. Tonate's testimony is just the first step. After that, it's a matter of taking a look at any evidence that seems relevant.
Athena:
Remember that you can touch "Present" (R) when you want to open the Court Record! If you find evidence that conflicts with the testimony, "Present" (X) it! Let's see... This testimony is about when the bomb went off... So I'd think what state it was in at the time would be pretty important!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... A bomb that didn't look like a bomb because it was inside a stuffed animal, huh...)
Phoenix:
So you say you saw the bomb's countdown, is that right?
Tonate:
OF COURSE. I CLEARLY SAW IT COUNTING DOWN TO ZERO.
Phoenix:
And I say... that you are CLEARLY lying!
Tonate:
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Phoenix:
There is no way you could have seen the bomb's timer. After all, the bomb was concealed inside a stuffed animal.
Tonate:
!
Phoenix:
Mr. Tonate! How can you claim to know the bomb was about to go off... ...when you couldn't even see the timer?!
Tonate:
AAAAAAAGH! BUT THAT IJLS KDSOI EDJMB9I A LAJ72Z OIQE AKCXW!
Payne:
Wh-What?! NOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
That does seem like a glaring inconsistency, indeed! Witness, how do you explain this?!
Tonate:
WELL... I... I...
Athena:
Ooh! That was great, Mr. Wright! You found a contradiction right off the bat!
Phoenix:
Always remember, Athena. When you find an inconsistency in a witness's testimony, there's always a reason behind it. It could be a lie, a hidden meaning, a secret... Whatever it is, it's up to us to dig it out.
Athena:
And pointing out every contradiction we find is the best way to do it, right, Boss?!
Phoenix:
(Now the question is, what can we dig out of Mr. Tonate?)
Tonate:
WELL, LET ME SEE... I... UH... NO, NO, NO. THERE MUST BE SOME MISTAKE... OH, YES! YES, OF COURSE! I REMEMBER NOW! THE SOUND! I KNEW BECAUSE OF THE SOUND!
Judge:
Sound? What sound?
Tonate:
WHEN THE TIMER OF THIS TYPE OF BOMB IS SWITCHED ON, IT BEEPS SOFTLY. BEEP... BEEP... BEEP... IT IS THE SOUND OF THE BOMB COUNTING DOWN.
Judge:
A beeping noise, you say? I suppose it would be possible to notice that, even with the bomb inside the stuffed animal.
Tonate:
I SIMPLY MADE A MISTAKE. MY BAD.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How in the world did you hear such a tiny little sound all the way from the gallery?!
Tonate:
LISTENING FOR THE SOUND OF A BOMB'S TIMER IS AN INTEGRAL PART OF MY WORK. I CONSTANTLY UNDERGO TRAINING SO THAT I WILL NEVER MISS IT.
Phoenix:
I hardly think "training" would help you hear something so soft from so far away... (What now?!)
Tonate:
ARE YOU MAKING LIGHT OF THE FINE SCIENCE OF DISARMING BOMBS? IT IS A SOLEMN MISSION THAT I PUT MY LIFE ON THE LINE TO PERFORM. WHAT KIND OF SPECIALIST WOULD I BE IF I COULD NOT HEAR A BOMB TIMER? It's not like disassembling a toaster, you know!
Phoenix:
(Now he's just showing off.)
Payne:
You keep asserting that the sound was too tiny to hear, but the only tiny thing here... ...is your skill as a lawyer! Being suspicious is not an attractive quality you know.
Phoenix:
(And you're just overflowing with attractive qualities, are you...?)
Payne:
Or perhaps you have some proof that Mr. Tonate did not hear the sound?
Phoenix:
Well... no, but... (...it still seems totally suspect... But it's going to be really hard to prove that he DIDN'T hear something...)
Judge:
If I have this correct, the prosecution's argument is that... ...someone reactivated the bomb before it was brought into the courtroom. What I don't understand, Mr. Payne, is why you believe that person to be Ms. Woods.
Payne:
That's simple, Your Honor: Mr. Tonate happened to be there when it happened. He was there when the defendant rearmed the bomb.
Judge:
What's this, now?!
Tonate:
IT HAPPENED BEFORE THE TRIAL STARTED. IT WAS WHEN DETECTIVE ARME AND I WERE TRANSPORTING THE BOMB. WE BROUGHT THE BOMB TO THE LOBBY FOR THE DEFENSE. BOMB = EVIDENCE. THE LAWYER WANTED TO SEE IT BEFORE THE START OF THE TRIAL.
Payne:
Looking for a chance to get at the bomb, Ms. Woods was already there in that lobby. Her goal was surely to rearm the bomb and steal the remote switch.
Phoenix:
The remote switch?
Tonate:
YES. THE SWITCH THAT CONTROLS THE BOMB REMOTELY. DUH. IT HAS BEEN MISSING EVER SINCE THE INCIDENT.
Missing Remote Switch added to the Court Record.
Tonate:
I AM PARTIALLY TO BLAME. I LEFT THE BOMB AND REMOTE ON TOP OF THE TRANSPORT CASE... ...AND THEY WERE REARMED AND STOLEN WHILE I WAS TALKING WITH THE LAWYER.
Payne:
The defendant then used the remote from inside the courtroom to start the timer.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How can you assert so unequivocally that the bomb was rearmed in the lobby?!
Payne:
Payne:
The bomb was safely secured in the transport case. The only time it was outside of the case was in that lobby. Therefore, that was the one and only opportunity anyone had to meddle with it.
Phoenix:
Someone other than Mr. Tonate could have opened the case and taken the bomb out.
Tonate:
IMPOSSIBLE. THE TRANSPORT CASE IS ASSIGNED EXCLUSIVELY TO ME. DO YOU SEE THIS NUMBER HERE? THAT IS MY IDENTIFICATION NUMBER. AND I HAVE THE ONLY KEY THAT CAN OPEN THE CASE.
Bomb Transport Case added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Nevertheless! Mr. Payne's assertion is nothing more than conjecture! You have no proof that it was Ms. Woods who stole the remote switch!
Payne:
And by the same token, you have no proof that it wasn't her. But what I DO have is a piece of evidence that proves the defendant handled the bomb.
Phoenix:
AH! That TAIL!
Tonate:
FIVE MINUTES, TWENTY-FOUR SECONDS, TWO POINT THREE DECISECONDS. THE DEFENSE'S ADVANTAGE LASTED A MERE FIVE MINUTES.
Phoenix:
(Urk. Talk about a rotten hand... As long as they have her fingerprints as their trump card, I'm at a big disadvantage.)
Judge:
Hmm... It appears we will have to hear from the defendant herself once more.
Payne:
I wholeheartedly agree, Your Honor. I would like to recall Ms. Woods to the stand.
Judge:
I trust you have no objections, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(I'm worried about her condition, but we DO need her testimony. On the other hand... ...I'm not sure I want to make Athena mad...)
Athena:
...I can read your feelings you know, Boss.
Phoenix:
! (Guess there's no hiding from her, huh...)
Athena:
Don't worry. I know we need her testimony. But if anybody picks on her again, they'll pay.
Phoenix:
(Guess she's already at Anger Level 1...)
Athena:
Don't worry. I'll stop the proceedings before I let anything bad happen to her.
Phoenix:
The defense has no objections, Your Honor.
Tonate:
IN THAT CASE, I WILL TAKE MY LEAVE. BUT BEFORE I DO, THERE IS JUST ONE MORE THING. MR. WRIGHT... IS IT?
Phoenix:
Me? Yes?
Tonate:
DISMANTLING BOMBS IS MY JOB. DISMANTLING THE CASE IS YOURS. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT? I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU TRY.
Phoenix:
(Grrr! This guy is hiding something! I just know it!)
Tonate:
NOW IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME...
Judge:
Bailiff! Please go out to the lobby and bring back the defendant!
Woods:
............
Athena:
Junie!
Woods:
...Hi, Thena.
Phoenix:
(She looks even worse off than before...)
Athena:
Don't worry, Junie! We're here for you!
Woods:
Thanks, Thena. And I'll do my best, too...
Payne:
You blew up the courtroom because you bear resentment against the courts, correct?
Woods:
N-No! Of course not!... *cough* I...
Payne:
What's that you say? I can barely hear you.
Woods:
I... I... haven't done anything wrong... This prosecutor's scary...
Payne:
Payne:
What an impudent little girl. Stop acting innocent and tell the truth!
Phoenix:
(This is getting ugly...)
Payne:
You rearmed the bomb because you wanted to blow up the courthouse! Admit it! That's why you went to the lobby where Mr. Justice was, isn't that right?!
Woods:
Uuugghhh... Ahh!
Athena:
Mr. Wright... Can I go give that prosecutor a smack?!
Phoenix:
Wh-What?! Of course not! Do we have to review Courtroom Manners 101 again?!
Athena:
We can't let a creep that bullies innocent girls like this off so easily!
Phoenix:
I haven't forgotten about how he treated you.
Athena:
Don't worry about me, just help Junie! Her heart's crying out! She's so scared... so very scared!
Phoenix:
(Looks like Athena's picking something up with her heightened sense of hearing... And it sounds like this time it's the voice of Ms. Woods's heart.)
Payne:
Don't deny it! You stole the remote switch and used it in the courtroom, didn't you?!
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor, please put a stop to this! Mr. Payne is badgering the defendant!
Judge:
Yes, Ms. Woods does seem quite frightened. Mr. Payne, I ask that you behave more like a gentleman.
Payne:
Ah, but don't you know, Your Honor? There is no more a gentle man in this world than I.
Athena:
Ugh, as if a gentleman, or even a "gentle man", would behave like he does! Don't let that rude ruffian win!
Woods:
Theeena...! *sniffle*
Payne:
How dare you call a gentleman such as I a "rude ruffian"?! I'll have you know I attend a manners class every Saturday. I'm more than just a mere gentleman -- I'm a GENTEEL-man!
Athena:
Not when you're terrorizing a young lady you're not! I'd demand my money back from that manners class if I were you!
Payne:
Urk...
Phoenix:
(I should probably be the adult here and stop the two of them, but...)
Judge:
Mr. Payne, that will be enough.
Payne:
Certainly, Your Honor. No further questions. Let's move on to the defendant's testimony. Ms. Woods, please share with the court what you were doing when the bomb went off.
Woods:
............
Witness Testimony
-- When the Bomb Went Off --
Woods:
Well, that day... *cough* I was watching from the gallery... *cough, cough*
The bomb went off... *cough*
*cough* And rubble started falling... It fell on top of me... *cough, cough*
Athena:
Junie's clearly in pain, being forced to recall the bombing like this... She can't even get her words out!
Phoenix:
(This isn't going to work, so what now...? Hey, wait a minute! Even if she can't vocalize what she wants to say, we can listen to what's inside her heart! Yes, now's the perfect time to use Athena's power!) You can hear it, can't you, Athena? The cries of Ms. Woods's heart?
Athena:
Yes, and they sound incredibly strained. She's so scared... I think she could collapse at any second!
Phoenix:
(Athena has a unique ability, you see. With her finely-tuned sense of hearing, she can hear the words of a witness's heart. In essence, she can sense how a person is really feeling from the tone of their voice. Guess it's all up to Athena and her special ability now!) Athena, I want you to use the analytical psychology you studied... ...and listen to the testimony of Ms. Woods's heart.
Athena:
...Okay, Boss! I'll give it a go! After all, this is the whole reason I put all that effort into studying analytical psychology! Auf geht's! Let's do this!
Phoenix:
So your holographic thingamabob can show us how Ms. Woods is feeling, right?
Athena:
In a nutshell, yes. The emotions and images that I picked up on just now while listening to her testimony... ...I can enter all of that into Widget and use the Mood Matrix to analyze them. There mood markers here reflect fluctuations in Junie's emotions. When she feels happy or is enjoying the memory, the "Happy" marker will light up. When she feels angry or frustrated, the "Angry" marker will react. When she feels sadness or is frightened by a memory, the "Sad" marker will blink. And when she feels surprised or confused, the "Surprised" marker will let us know.
Phoenix:
So, with your special ability and Widget's Mood Matrix program... ...we can track how Ms. Woods is feeling as she testifies. Talk about the wonders of technology...
Athena:
Yup! Now, let's give it a shot! I'm picking up on some kind of discord -- or noise -- in Junie's heart.
NOISE LEVEL100%
Athena:
See here? This is what the noise looks like in the Mood Matrix. It's a result of inconsistencies between her testimony and her feelings. If we can pinpoint their inconsistencies, the noise level should drop!
Phoenix:
(Okay! It's time to listen to Ms. Woods's true testimony!)
Woods:
Well, that day... *cough*
Woods:
I was watching from the gallery... *cough, cough*
Woods:
The bomb went off... *cough*
Woods:
*cough* and rubble started falling...
Pinpoint Happiness
Got it!
Leads to:
"(Widget is registering joy when Ms. Woods recalls the rubble falling on her.)"
Woods:
It fell on top of me... *cough, cough*
Athena:
I think I have a good grasp on Junie's emotional state now.
Phoenix:
(This power of Athena's is incredible...)
Athena:
And I'm seeing an unexpected emotion that's inconsistent with the rest of her testimony!
Phoenix:
What?! Already?!
Athena:
Look at this! When she says, "It fell on top of me," the "Happy" marker is reacting!
Phoenix:
Well, look at that. That IS odd!
Athena:
There must be a reason for this contradictory emotion! We just need to do some digging! When you find an unexpected emotion... ...touch "Pinpoint" (L)... ...and then select the unexpected emotion or reaction from the four mood markers.
Phoenix:
(Widget is registering joy when Ms. Woods recalls the rubble falling on her. There must be a reason for this unexpected emotion!) Ms. Woods! As the rubble was falling, was there also something that made you feel happy?
Woods:
What?! *cough*
Athena:
Mr. Wright! The feeling of happiness is spreading throughout Junie's heart! Keep going on this point, and I bet Junie will start to calm down.
Phoenix:
(Great! Let's hear what she has to say!)
Woods:
Um... *cough* Just as I was about to escape the courtroom... the bomb went off. I was so startled... I tripped. And then rubble started falling on top of me...! I really thought I was done for... But just then... Apollo came and rescued me!
Athena:
Apollo?
Woods:
He used his own body to shield me from the rubble...
Phoenix:
(So that's when he sustained those injuries...)
Athena:
How do you feel, Junie? Did talking about Apollo give you some courage?
Woods:
Yes. Apollo is... just like the sun -- strong and bright and warm. Just talking about him makes me feel like a leaf undergoing photosynthesis.
Athena:
And see? Your coughing stopped all of a sudden.
Woods:
Oh! You're right! Thank you, Thena.
NOISE LEVEL50%
Phoenix:
Looks like we were able to draw out some new testimony.
Athena:
Hee hee. Pretty neat, huh? But there's still some noise left, meaning there must still be some discord in Junie's heart.
Phoenix:
Hmm... I guess we'll have to keep going, then.
Athena:
Let me input this new information and update the Mood Matrix, and we'll be good to go! You remember what to do, right?
Phoenix:
When I find an unexpected emotion, I should touch "Pinpoint" (L)...?
Athena:
That's right! And then you select the unexpected emotion from the mood markers. If we can find the reason for the discord in her heart... ...then we should be able to draw even more new testimony out!
Woods:
I tried to run, but I was too slow.
Woods:
Before I could get away, the bomb went off.
Woods:
I was so startled I tripped! Then rubble started falling on me.
Woods:
I thought I was done for...
Woods:
But then Apollo came and rescued me!
Pinpoint Sadness
Got it!
Leads to:
"You were happy when Mr. Justice rescued you, weren't you?"
Athena:
I can see some discord in Junie's heart when I listen to her voice. There must be an unexpected emotion here somewhere! When you find an unexpected emotion... ...touch "Pinpoint" (L)... ...and then select the unexpected emotion or reaction from the four mood markers.
Phoenix:
You were happy when Mr. Justice rescued you, weren't you?
Woods:
Yes... I was really happy.
Phoenix:
But was there also something you felt sad about at the same time?
Woods:
Sad?
Phoenix:
The reason I ask is... ...when you were describing how you were rescued, we sensed a little sadness, too.
Woods:
......Oh! I think it's probably because of Bum Rap Rhiny.
Phoenix:
Bum Rap Rhiny? (Well, what do you know? Something new!)
Woods:
That's right. I... I brought my stuffed animal, Bum Rap Rhiny, to watch the trial with me. Bum Rap Rhiny and Phony Phanty are brothers.
Phoenix:
(Who knew that the legal world could inspire a whole line of merchandise...?)
Woods:
I had Bum Rap Rhiny with me while I was watching the trial... But it wasn't until Apollo saved me that I realized I'd lost him as I was running away... My poor Rhiny! A victim of that terrible bomb! Oh, I know! You can see what he looks like in this poster! It's for the campaign to eradicate fake evidence and false charges.
Phoenix:
(Phony Phanty and Bum Rap Rhiny, huh... Nothing against the campaign, but why an elephant and a rhinoceros...?)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! I don't sense any discord in Junie's heart anymore!
NOISE LEVEL0%
Phoenix:
So I guess that means we managed to draw out all of her testimony.
Athena:
That's right! I'll just make an update with the new info and we'll have the whole picture! So do you think her new testimony will help?
Phoenix:
Absolutely. I don't know what I would've done without you, Athena! (So Bum Rap Rhiny was in that courtroom when the bomb went off. Now that we know that, it changes the meaning of that other piece of evidence! All I have to do is "Present" it... at the right statement!)
Woods:
I was watching from the gallery with Bum Rap Rhiny. I tried to run, but I was too slow.
Present Phony Phanty Tail
Leads to:
"Ms. Woods, I know this trial has been very hard for you."
{{{2}}}
Woods:
Before I could get out of the courtroom, the bomb went off.
Woods:
I was so startled I tripped! Then rubble started falling. I thought I was done for...
Woods:
But then Apollo came and rescued me!
Athena:
That's Junie's complete testimony. Not bad, huh, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(I should focus on the new statements Ms. Woods made... The existence of Bum Rap Rhiny should turn things around in our favor! It changes the meaning of a certain piece of evidence we already have. All I have to do is present it... at the right statement!)
Phoenix:
Ms. Woods, I know this trial has been very hard for you. But you can relax now. You are, without a doubt, innocent.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What wild assertion are you making now?!
Phoenix:
My "wild assertion" is simply this: the two stuffed animals were mixed up. The tail the defendant's fingerprints were found on wasn't that of Phony Phanty. It was the tail of her gallery companion, Bum Rap Rhiny!
Payne:
Payne:
What?! What nonsense is that?! I concede they're both stuffed animals, yes, but they're completely different characters! An elephant and a rhino. They're as distinct as a defense lawyer and a prosecutor!
Phoenix:
But are they really so different? Both defense lawyers and prosecutors strive to protect the peace through law.
Athena:
Even elephants and rhinos have some similar characteristics. They're both gray, for example!
Phoenix:
Anyway, this poster is all I need to prove my assertion to be true. If I may direct the court's attention here, you'll clearly see how the two got mixed up!
Present Bum Rap Rhiny's tail
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Well! Would you look at that! The two tails are exactly the same!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
What are should I be looking at, exactly? Furthermore, you said "clearly", but it's all looking pretty "murky" to me.
Phoenix:
I-It's this area, Your Honor! Right here! If you look closely, you should see how the two animals got confused with one another...
Judge:
Oh... Now that you mention it... I think I might see a possible similarity...
Payne:
Heh heh heh. Your Honor. Please don't get taken in by this fellow's bluffing.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Are you trying to trick me?! I wasn't born yesterday, you know!
Athena:
Um, I'm pretty sure everybody can clearly see that...
Judge:
Then you should be able to clearly see that I'm about to give your boss a penalty.
Phoenix:
Urngh! (Think, Phoenix! Which part of the stuffed animal was found at the scene? Once I know that, it should be easy to show how the two stuffed animals got mixed up.)
Leads back to:
"If I may direct the court's attention here, you'll clearly see how the two got mixed up!"
Judge:
Well! Would you look at that! The two tails are exactly the same!
Phoenix:
Yes, exactly. The two stuffed animals are based on entirely different animals... ...but the design of their tails is exactly the same!
Payne:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! As long as the possibility exists that the tail belongs to Bum Rap Rhiny... ...we can no longer consider it to be decisive proof that the defendant handled the bomb. As things stand, I consider the charges against the accused unsubstantiated. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Oh, um... Y-Yes, of course, Your Honor...
Athena:
Ooh, that was great, Mr. Wright! You turned things right around!
Phoenix:
Yeah. It's not over yet, but at least we managed to hold out this long.
Judge:
I believe this brings our proceedings for today to a close. Mr. Payne, I'm afraid you have some serious investigating ahead of you.
Payne:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well, let us reconvene tomorrow. Court is adjourned!
December 17, 11:56 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Athena:
That was so exciting, Boss! We did it! True to form, you managed to just barely pull it off at the very last moment!
Phoenix:
("True to form"? Gee, I never knew you had such a glowing opinion of me...)
Woods:
...Thank you for everything you're doing.
Phoenix:
You did great, Ms. Woods. You really stuck it out.
Athena:
And you got really brave at the end, just when we needed you most, Junie! Thanks to you, we were able to turn things around!
Woods:
Well, you were the one who gave me that courage, Thena.
Athena:
Really? Heh heh. Thanks. So, be honest -- was I any help at all?
Phoenix:
Of course! Without you, we would've never gotten out of that tight spot.
Athena:
That's good to hear! I may still have a lot to learn, but you can bet I'm going to give it my all! I'll be so good that, one day, you'll call me your partner!
Phoenix:
That's what I like to hear! (Analytical psychology... The ability to solve the riddles of a person's heart. Athena's true potential is beginning to really shine through now.)
Athena:
Hey, where's Apollo, anyway?
Phoenix:
Hmm... Good question... (I almost forgot about him.) I assumed he'd still be here in the lobby.
Woods:
Oh, I know! Maybe he's still in Courtroom No. 4...
Phoenix:
(Courtroom No. 4? What would he be doing at the scene of the explosion?)
Woods:
When I came out to the lobby to rest, I told Apollo about Bum Rap Rhiny... I told him I dropped Rhiny in the courtroom as I was trying to escape before the blast. And then... ...Apollo said he had an idea where Rhiny might be, so we went to take a look together.
Athena:
Huh. I guess Apollo can be pretty nice when he wants to be.
Phoenix:
So you went looking for Rhiny together before you were called back into Courtroom No. 5?
Woods:
Yes... I'd had some time to rest so I was able to go and look for him. But then they called me into Courtroom No. 5 to testify. Apollo insisted on staying there, though...
Athena:
With all those injuries? I wonder how he's managing?
Woods:
I think Apollo might have figured something out...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Wonder what it was...)
Woods:
He told me, "I'm going to look for evidence to clear your name, Juniper."
Phoenix:
(Just maybe, he found some new piece of evidence...?)
Athena:
Anyway, we'd better go and get him.
Phoenix:
Good idea.
December 17, 12:11 PMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 4
Anime cutscene
Athena:
Where are you, Apollo? Trial's over for today! C'mon, I know you're...
Woods:
No!
To Be Continued
December 18, 9:34 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Phoenix:
............ (This isn't exactly how I envisioned the second day of this trial to start... ...but given how things ended yesterday...) ............ Good morning...
Athena:
............
Woods:
............
Phoenix:
(The mood sure is tense... Not that that's any surprise.)
Woods:
............
Athena:
............ Oh, hey, did you read the paper this morning, Boss?
Phoenix:
Huh? The paper? That came out of left field.
Athena:
You didn't read it? Then you don't know the big news! Somebody spotted an abominable snowman waaaay up in the mountains!
Phoenix:
(Tell me you know the difference between a paper and a tabloid, Athena!)
Athena:
It might show up in the forest where you live, Junie. So you'd better watch out! Okay?!
Woods:
............
Athena:
............ You really should read the story for yourself. I couldn't even begin to do it justice.
Woods:
! "Justice"...?
Athena:
Huh?
Woods:
Oh, poor Apollo! And it's all my fault! *sniffle* Theeeeenaaa! *sob*
Athena:
Oh, Junie! What was I thinking?! I'm so sorry!
Phoenix:
What we found yesterday... ...was not Apollo's dead body... thank goodness. He'd been assaulted by someone with a blow to his head, and was lying unconscious. We rushed him to the hospital right away, and it looks like he's going to pull through. (But it was still quite a shock to stumble onto a scene like that...)
Phoenix:
Is Ms. Woods all right, Athena?
Athena:
Well, I managed to get her to stop crying. Now she's resting on that sofa over there.
Phoenix:
I guess she really feels responsible for what happened to Apollo.
Athena:
Poor Junie. She believes that the reason Apollo was attacked... ...is because he was helping her look for something in that courtroom.
Phoenix:
Oh? (Guess I can see why she'd think that...) By the way, how are you doing?
Athena:
Who, me?
Phoenix:
Yeah, you. I know you're concerned about Ms. Woods, but are YOU all right?
Athena:
Me?! I-I'm doing just fine, boss! I mean, yeah, it was a huge shock, but I'm all right! People who've studied analytical psychology are great at times like these. After all, they've learned how to control their own emotions, too!
Phoenix:
(Somehow, I don't think it's as easy as she makes it sound. But there's no denying she's a real trooper.) Apollo doesn't remember a thing, does he?
Athena:
Yeah... He can't recall anything from the time right before he was assaulted. Nothing about what he was doing in Courtroom No. 4, or who assaulted him. The doctor said it's probably due to that hit he took to the head.
Phoenix:
(Assaulted in a court of law and losing your memory at that... I know how that feels...)
Athena:
But who in the world would do such a thing, huh, Mr. Wright?! Grr! Just WAIT till I get my hands on the coward who hurt our Apollo!
Phoenix:
Now, now, Athena... I thought you said you were in control of your emotions. Let's just focus on helping Ms. Woods, okay? (But I admit I'm just as upset as you.)
Athena:
O-Okay, Boss! You're right. Apollo's assailant can wait until after we clear Junie's name!
Phoenix:
That's the spirit! (Now, let's see... I'd better check the Court Record one more time before the trial starts. If memory serves, when I have more than six pieces of evidence... I should be able to switch pages with [D-Pad] or [Control Stick].)
Athena:
Earth to Mr. Wright! I'm ready whenever you are!
Phoenix:
All right. Let's get ready to rumble!
Athena:
You bet!
Phoenix:
(With everything that happened with Apollo, I didn't have time for a proper investigation. I can't let that stop me, though. I have to get this right, for Ms. Woods's sake, and Apollo's, too!)
December 18, 9:50 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 5
Day 2Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Court will now reconvene for the trial of Juniper Woods.
Payne:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The defense is also ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Now, then. I believe I instructed the prosecution to further their investigation. Were you able to locate the remote switch in question?
Payne:
I'm afraid the remote switch is still missing, Your Honor.
Judge:
I must say I'm disappointed, Mr. Payne. Not angry, just disappointed.
Payne:
I-I apologize, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(Aha! Looks like the prosecution is just as unprepared as I am!)
Payne:
There is a separate matter, however, that I would like to bring up during this trial.
Judge:
A separate matter, you say? And what might that be?
Payne:
I assume you are aware that another incident occurred during yesterday's trial? I'm speaking of course, of the assault on Mr. Justice in the ruins of Courtroom No. 4.
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Why is he bringing THAT up?)
Judge:
Yes, what a truly harrowing experience it must have been. Poor Mr. Justice.
Payne:
At the time of the attack, Mr. Justice was not alone. He was with the defendant, Ms. Juniper Woods.
Phoenix:
(He isn't going where I think he's going with this... is he?!)
Payne:
The prosecution wishes to indict Ms. Woods on the charge of Mr. Justice's assault!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Mr. Payne! The incident under deliberation here is the courtroom bombing! The assault on Mr. Justice has nothing to do with this trial.
Payne:
Ah, but I believe there IS a connection between this case and Mr. Justice's assault. Please take a moment to consider these facts. Both events occurred in Courtroom No. 4. This is the location in Courtroom No.4 where the unconscious Mr. Justice was discovered. As you can see, it's quite close to where Detective Arme's body was found.
Courtroom No. 4 Diagram added to the Court Record.
Payne:
The question is, why did the culprit feel the need to maliciously attack Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Why indeed... What do you believe their motive to be, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
I believe Mr. Justice found something in that courtroom while Ms. Woods was with him -- evidence that fingered her as the perpetrator of the bombing!
Judge:
You mean he found some incriminating evidence?!
Payne:
Precisely! And so, I surmise that the defendant picked up a piece of rubble and... ...hit Mr. Justice on the back of the head in order to silence him!
Athena:
Athena:
Junie would never do such a thing! She was devastated when we found Apollo hurt like that!
Judge:
M-Ms. Cykes, please control your outbursts.
Payne:
*ahem* It is the prosecution's belief that by deliberating on Mr. Justice's assault... ...we will draw ever closer to the truth of the courtroom bombing itself.
Judge:
...Very well. Ms. Woods is hereby officially indicted on the charge of assaulting Mr. Justice.
Phoenix:
(What?! Why are you listening to Mr. Toupee over there?! Although... considering our conversation yesterday...)
Woods:
I think Apollo might have figured something out...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Wonder what it was...)
Woods:
He told me, "I'm going to look for evidence to clear your name, Juniper."
Phoenix:
(Maybe the two incidents really are related after all...)
Payne:
I would like to start by hearing from the defendant herself.
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff, please bring Ms. Woods to the witness stand.
Woods:
............ *cough, cough* I-I'm sorry. *cough* I can't seem to stop... *cough*
Phoenix:
(Ms. Woods... Guess she's still really upset about Apollo...)
Payne:
Ms. Woods, you went to the ruins of Courtroom No. 4 with Mr. Justice, did you not?
Woods:
Y-Yes... I did...
Payne:
Good, good. If you would, then, please testify about what happened to the court.
Witness Testimony
-- Alone with Apollo --
Woods:
During the trial yesterday... I was overcome by a fit of coughing...
Apollo stayed with me and we went to the courtroom ruins together.
But then I was called back to this courtroom to give testimony...
Apollo insisted on staying behind in Courtroom No. 4.
I swear I didn't attack Apollo! Why would I ever hurt such a kind person?
Judge:
So Mr. Justice stayed by your side while you were feeling unwell...? What an admirable young man! I thought his loud voice was his only outstanding feature...
Athena:
He may look like a little imp at times, but Apollo can be really nice, too!
Phoenix:
(I hope she didn't hurt her wrist backhanding that one out...)
Judge:
But one has to wonder... Why did Mr. Justice stay behind in the ruins?
Woods:
I think Apollo might have figured something out...
Judge:
Something? What kind of something?
Woods:
Something to do with the courtroom bombing kind of something, I think...
Judge:
Oh ho! New evidence for the case, was it?! That's a very big kind of something, indeed!
Woods:
I believe so. He mentioned looking for some evidence when I was called away.
Payne:
Payne:
Just as I thought. There IS a connection between the two incidents. But the defendant has told a very big lie, Your Honor.
Judge:
What lie is that?
Payne:
When she learned Mr. Justice would be looking for evidence, she attacked him. She attacked him to give herself the chance to destroy that evidence!
Woods:
N-No...! I never...!
Payne:
Payne:
Ms. Woods repaid Mr. Justice's kindness with violence. We found the proof of her foul deed there in the courtroom ruins.
Phoenix:
(Wh-What on Earth...?!)
Payne:
Do you see it? There in front of Mr. Justice's right hand? Witness the message he left us!
Judge:
It-It's written in blood! "W, O, O, D, S"...? Why, isn't that...?
Payne:
That's right, Your Honor, it says "WOODS" in capital letters.
Woods:
What...?
Payne:
I submit that Mr. Justice left us with the name of his attacker before he fainted!
Apollo's Assault Photo added to the Court Record.
Woods:
N-No! That can't be true... Why would Apollo write my name...?
Athena:
Mr. Wright! The NERVE of him leaving that message! Why would he do this?!
Phoenix:
H-Hey, don't take it out on me! I don't understand it any more than you do. (When we discovered Apollo yesterday...)
Phoenix:
(A-Apollo!)
Woods:
......N-No...!
Athena:
A-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
(We didn't even have a chance to rush over to him. As soon as security heard Athena's scream, they ran in and cordoned off the area. After that, they were in Courtroom No. 4 with Apollo the whole time. We couldn't investigate anything ourselves, and had to leave everything to the police. Still, I never thought they would find some bloody writing there...)
Judge:
Now then, please begin your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Cross Examination
-- Alone with Apollo --
Woods:
During the trial yesterday... I was overcome by a fit of coughing...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you always cough when you get nervous, Ms. Woods?
Woods:
Y-Yes... *cough* *cough*
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please do not make Ms. Woods nervous by pressing her so ruthlessly!
Phoenix:
(But that barely even qualified as a quasi-question...)
Athena:
Let's help her relax with a little small talk before we dive into the cross-examination! You know, ask her about her hobbies and her crushes and stuff!
Phoenix:
(Her crushes?! Really?! I don't know about this...)
Woods:
Apollo stayed with me and we went to the courtroom ruins together.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why exactly did you go to the courtroom ruins?
Woods:
We went to look for my medicine... to stop my coughing...
Phoenix:
Your medicine? Why would your medicine be in Courtroom No. 4?
Woods:
I dropped it in the heat of the moment. Bum Rap Rhiny... He was keeping my medicine safe for me... He has a little compartment that I can put things in, you see.
Phoenix:
(And Phony Phanty has the same type of pocket. That's where the bomb was inserted.)
Woods:
I had put my medicine for my coughing fits inside Bum Rap Rhiny. When I told Apollo about it, he said he'd help me go look for him. There was so much rubble in there! I was worried, but... ...there was no rubble or anything in front of the witness stand. So when we got inside, Apollo went straight there... ...and started looking for my Rhiny in that area. It was so nice of him to do that for me, in spite of all his injuries... Apollo is so strong and kind, just like the trees of the forest...
Phoenix:
(The way she makes him sound, you'd think Apollo was some kind of ancient god... Oh, wait...)
Judge:
Hmm.. So that's why you went to the ruins. I see. That seems to be quite an important fact. Please add it to your testimony, Ms. Woods.
Add statement:
"Apollo started looking for Bum Rap Rhiny near the witness stand, where there was no rubble."
Woods:
Apollo started looking for Bum Rap Rhiny near the witness stand, where there was no rubble.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The area around the witness stand? Are you sure about that?!
Woods:
I-I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong...?
Phoenix:
No, no. Of course not. I was just... testing my hearing...! (Must not upset her... Must not upset her...)
Woods:
Yes... I'm sure that's where we searched first.
Present Courtroom No. 4 Diagram
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"So he started his search with the witness stand, you say?"
Woods:
But then I was called back to this courtroom to give testimony...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That was when you were called to the stand after Mr. Tonate's testimony, right?
Woods:
Yes. The bailiff came to Courtroom No.4 and brought me back to this courtroom.
Phoenix:
And what about Mr. Justice? Did he come with you, or did he stay behind?
Woods:
Apollo insisted on staying behind in Courtroom No. 4.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(I'd better not ask her about Apollo. I know! I'll use some small talk here to get her to relax a bit.) Do you have any hobbies, Ms. Woods?
Woods:
Hobbies...? Oh, well, I love growing vegetables in my garden... And I love to knit. I like sewing, too. I made this outfit myself.
Athena:
Keep it up, Mr. Wright! It's working! Now ask her if she has a crush on anyone.
Phoenix:
*ahem* So, um... is there anyone in particular you like right now?
Payne:
Payne:
Mr. Wright, is that question even remotely related to this case?
Phoenix:
To this case...? Uh... not really...?
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you will refrain from asking questions unrelated to the case at hand.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry, Your Honor... (Minus 1 to Brownie Points...)
Payne:
Heh heh. Ms. Woods, please continue with your testimony. I believe you were telling the court about your attack on Mr. Justice...?
Woods:
I swear I didn't attack Apollo! Why would I ever hurt such a kind person?
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you think Mr. Justice is kind?
Woods:
Yes, very kind! He rescued me. He's like the sun, strong and warm. He makes me feel strong, too.
Phoenix:
(The only adjectives I associate with the sun are "sweltering" and "oppressive.")
Woods:
But then Apollo got hurt, and... and... It's all my fault! *sob*
Athena:
J-Junie, Apollo's going to be fine! He's just like the sun, right? Well, the sun doesn't just drop out of the sky!
Woods:
You really think he'll be fine?
Payne:
Heh heh. But the sun does go down at night...
Woods:
Th-Then that means... Apollo could...! *sob*
Judge:
Mr. Payne! I do not think much of men who make young ladies cry!
Payne:
Gaaaaagh!
Before pressing second statement
Athena:
Look, it's obvious Junie didn't attack Apollo! I mean, that's just ridiculous!
Phoenix:
Right. I agree. (They must've gone to look for Bum Rap Rhiny together. But why did they need to find it so badly that they'd go to all that trouble? I'd better try to find out more.)
After pressing second statement
Athena:
So Apollo was trying to help Juniper... Who knew that Apollo could be such a sweetheart?!
Phoenix:
It must've been pretty hard on him, too, with all that rubble everywhere.
Athena:
Now that I think about it, there's something odd about what Apollo was able to do.
Phoenix:
You know, considering what Ms. Woods said just now, I think you're right. That courtroom was in a very unusual state, after all. (Which leaves the million-dollar question: what would explain this contradiction? Anyway, let's see what happens when I present what I suspect is our answer...)
Phoenix:
So he started his search with the witness stand, you say?
Woods:
That's right. I guess maybe he wanted to start from the furthest point in the room. He was being so brave... *cough* and strong... *cough*
Phoenix:
But that's odd... Under the circumstances, he shouldn't have been capable of that...
Woods:
But he WAS! And he still IS! He might not look it, but he really IS brave! And kind, too!
Phoenix:
No, that's not the part I was finding fault with. (SOMEONE has a crush on Apollo...) What you are claiming is something that no one should have been able to do.
Judge:
But I should think that anyone can be brave and kind if the wanted to be, Mr. Wright...!
Phoenix:
True, anyone can be brave and kind, but if you would please take a look at this diagram. With the courtroom in this state, how was it possible to walk up to the witness stand?
Woods:
Oh!
Judge:
Hmm. I see your point. The rubble blocks off access to the area around the witness stand.
Payne:
Hmph. Does such a tiny inconsistency even matter? Perhaps the witness is simply misremembering it.
Phoenix:
Urk. (Great, now I'M not so sure it matters...)
Payne:
A real man doesn't make mountains out of mole hills, you know.
Judge:
But that's precisely what Mr. Wright does best.
Phoenix:
(I call slander, Your Honor!)
Judge:
So, was it really impossible to approach the witness stand? I have to say, it's a bit hard to tell with any accuracy from just this diagram. Mr. Payne, do you have any other photos of the crime scene?
Payne:
Er, let me see, Your Honor... Ah, yes. I have one more. Here it is. It's a more pulled-back version of the photo I presented before.
Apollo's Assault Photo updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Huh? What's that hunk of metal on wheels?) Mr. Payne, is the metallic object in that photo Mr. Tonate's bomb transport case?
Payne:
That's right. Is there some problem?
Judge:
Ah, yes. That transport case was there in Courtroom No. 4 when the bomb went off. It must have been there ever since.
Woods:
Oh! That's it!
Phoenix:
Ms. Woods? Have you remembered something?
Woods:
Y-Yes! I just realized... Its position... It's different from before...
Phoenix:
Its position? The position of what?
Woods:
Um, the position of that big metal thing.
Phoenix:
The bomb transport case?
Woods:
Yes. When Apollo and I went there, it was in a different place. Where the case is in the photo was open space, so it was easy to search the stand.
Phoenix:
I see. So where was the transport case when you and Mr. Justice saw it?
Woods:
As I recall, I think it was more to the right...
Phoenix:
To the right...? (Then that means...! In that case, the case was over there at the time of Apollo's attack...? Hmm...)
Payne:
Who cares where the transport case was when? What difference does it make? It has nothing at all to do with what we were talking ab--
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Where the transport case was has EVERYTHING to do with this discussion! In fact, it's so important that it's enough to turn the prosecution's argument on its ear!
Payne:
Wh-What...?!
Judge:
Well! That certainly sounds very relevant indeed! And you sound as though you know where the case was at the time of the attack.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. This diagram represents the crime scene as shown in the photo. And this is where the transport case was at the time of the assault on Mr. Justice. (All right, I have this! The bomb transport case was here at the time of Apollo's attack!)
Present bloody writing
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I assert that this is where the transport case was at the time of the assault!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I assert that this is where the transport case was at the time of the assault!
Judge:
There...? Hmm... I'm afraid I fail to follow your logic.
Athena:
Uh, Boss... I don't think anyone could follow that logic, even with a tracking device.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I'm pretty sure my logic just made a clean getaway, even from me...
Judge:
Perhaps a penalty will help you rethink your "position."
Phoenix:
...Ow. (I'd better take another good look at the evidence... I think there was a clue in there about where the transport case was...)
Judge:
Now, then. Let's try that again, shall we?
Leads back to:
(All right, I have this! The bomb transport case was here at the time of Apollo's attack!)
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I assert that this is where the transport case was at the time of the assault!
Judge:
But that's...!
Payne:
...I-Inconceivable!
Phoenix:
Ms. Woods, was this where the transport case was when you saw it?
Woods:
Yes... Yes, that's where it was!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Ms. Woods. I'm sure the court has noted an interesting fact about this position.
Judge:
The transport case covers up the writing in blood!
Phoenix:
Exactly! If the transport case was in that position at the time of the assault... ...then no message could have been written there, because the case was in the way! Which leads us to conclude that Mr. Justice couldn't have left that bloody writing!
Payne:
Payne:
Why should we believe the defendant's claim that the case was in a different position?! She's obviously lying!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The fact that the case was moved after the assault on Mr. Justice... ...is proved by more than Ms. Woods's testimony alone!
Payne:
Wh-What?! And where is this "proof" you're talking about?!
Phoenix:
It's right here in the crime photo.
Judge:
Hmm... I'm keen to see this proof, myself, Mr. Wright. What in this photo indicates that the transport case was moved after the assault?
Present wheel tracks on bandages
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please take a look at the mark that runs over Mr. Justice's bandages here!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
All the proof you'll need, Your Honor, is right... here?
Judge:
Hmm. I'm afraid I don't follow.
Athena:
Mr. Wright! I'm sensing feelings of doubt from you... Which means... you're just taking a wild stab in the dark, aren't you?
Phoenix:
Ouch. You're good. I bet you can also tell how I'm about to feel in a few seconds, too.
Judge:
You just earned yourself a penalty.
Phoenix:
(If the transport case was moved after the assault, there should be some evidence of it. I'd better take another good look at the photo.)
Judge:
I suggest you give it another try, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"What in this photo indicates that the transport case was moved after the assault?"
Phoenix:
Please take a look at the mark that runs over Mr. Justice's bandages here!
Judge:
I see it, but what is it?
Phoenix:
This mark was made by one of the casters from the transport case carrying the bomb. As the case was moved, it ran over his bandages! In other words, the transport case was originally to the right of Mr. Justice! Then, after Mr. Justice was assaulted... ...the transport case was moved!
Payne:
WHAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
Just as Ms. Woods said, the case was covering the writing at the time of the assault! Therefore, it was impossible for Mr. Justice to have left that message in blood!
Payne:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Athena:
You did it, Boss! It was a real nail-biter, but you pulled it off!
Phoenix:
Yup. That should bring down the prosecution's claim like a house of cards.
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Mr. Wright, that was a very clever deduction.
Phoenix:
Aww, it was nothing, Your Honor. (Nothing but pure genius! Take THAT!)
Athena:
Boss! I'm sensing a definite "smug and braggy" vibe coming off of you...
Payne:
Uuuuungh...
Judge:
I have just one question, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
If Mr. Justice didn't leave this message in blood... ..then who did?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Athena:
What?
Woods:
*cough*
Payne:
............ Oh!
Phoenix:
W-Well... ............ (Looks like I should've taken that train of thought through to the last station...)
Payne:
Well, well. I've heard a lot about this. So this is Mr. Wright's famous bluffing technique, is it?
Judge:
Ah, this feeling! It brings back memories of the old days! Back when you carved out a name for yourself by bluffing your way through thick and thin!
Athena:
Gee, Mr. Wright. The judge kind of makes you sound no better than a two-bit con man...
Payne:
You made your argument with such confidence, Mr. Wright. Now I'd like to hear your answer with just as much confidence!
Phoenix:
(Hey, until the judge asked the question, you didn't catch on, either, buster!)
Athena:
Wh-What now, Boss?!
Payne:
Heh heh heh. I hope you didn't bluff your way into a corner.
Phoenix:
(Think, Phoenix, think! There must be a way through this! I have to dig my way to the truth somehow! Who could have written that message in blood?)
The culprit
Phoenix:
(If Apollo didn't leave that bloody writing...)
Athena:
Maybe it was Apollo's attacker who wrote it, and made it look like Apollo did it?
Phoenix:
(That seems like the most reasonable explanation...)
Athena:
But wait a minute! I just realized something, Boss.
Phoenix:
What is it?
Athena:
Look at the amount of blood in the photo. It doesn't look like Apollo bled very much... I wonder if it's possible to write out "WOODS" with just this much?
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right! Good thing Apollo didn't lose that much blood. That might be a factor in why he survived the assault.
Athena:
And since there was so little blood, that pretty much rules out his attacker, huh?
Phoenix:
I guess so. But if it wasn't his attacker, then who else could it have been?
Leads back to:
"(Who could have written that message in blood?)"
Apollo
Phoenix:
The person who wrote the bloody message... was none other than Mr. Justice!
Judge:
Pardon me?
Payne:
What?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Athena:
M-Mr. Wright! Didn't you just finish saying that it COULDN'T have been Apollo?! And don't try to blame it on "old age"!
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah... (I did just say that, didn't I?)
Payne:
Not only does your head resemble a bird, but it seems that you have a bird brain as well.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please try to think before you speak.
Phoenix:
Ugh... (I'd better give that another try.)
Leads back to:
"(Who could have written that message in blood?)"
Someone else
Leads to:
"(If it wasn't Apollo, who could have left the bloody message?)"
Phoenix:
(If it wasn't Apollo, who could have left the bloody message?)
Present Candice Arme profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(To be honest, I don't have any real proof of this...)"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Judge:
This person left the bloody writing?! And what do you case this claim on?
Phoenix:
Uh, do I reeeally need to base my claim on something?
Athena:
Boss!
Judge:
Of course you do. Don't tell me you don't have anything at all to back up your assertion?
Phoenix:
Uh... Nothing in particular, really...
Judge:
That won't do, Mr. Wright. But a penalty will make up for your deficiency very nicely.
Phoenix:
Urk!
Athena:
So it wasn't Apollo or his attacker... When you think about who was at the crime scene... ...there's only one other person who it could really be.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah! Wasn't there another person who shed blood at the crime scene?
Leads back to:
"(If it wasn't Apollo, who could have left the bloody message?)"
Phoenix:
(To be honest, I don't have any real proof of this... But I've come this far. There's no turning back now!) Besides Apollo, there was one more person who shed blood at this crime scene.
Judge:
A person who shed blood...? You don't mean...?!
Phoenix:
Oh, but I do. I believe it was Candice Arme who left behind this message in blood.
Judge:
WHAAAT?!
Athena:
What?! Detective Arme?! Are you sure you know what you're doing here?!
Phoenix:
Um, not really?
Payne:
Payne:
What kind of ridiculous assertion is that?! If you had said the attacker left the message to throw people off, it might've made sense.
Phoenix:
At first glance, that would seem to be the most reasonable explanation. However... ...Apollo didn't shed enough blood to write such an extensive message.
Payne:
Uh-oh...!
Judge:
Ah, I see. Even the photo makes it clear there wasn't enough blood to write all those letters. And Mr. Justice did survive. I suppose he didn't bleed very extensively, in that case.
Payne:
But why would Detective Arme write the defendant's name? There is no connection between the two whatsoever!
Woods:
A-And I-I didn't even know the lady who was killed...!
Payne:
I admit the investigation didn't turn up any connection between the victim and defendant.
Payne:
They had never even met each other!
Phoenix:
(That's... very true...) Well, then, let's see... Then maybe the intended meaning of the message is not what it appears to be.
Judge:
The "intended meaning"...?
Woods:
"Not what it appears to be"...?
Phoenix:
Maybe the message was not intended to be "WOODS."
Judge:
............ Coming from you, that's quite the bold statement, Mr. Wright. You wish to assert that this bloody writing could have some other meaning?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! (Hmm... For something I pulled out of a wormhole, it could turn out to be true, right?)
Payne:
Payne:
Hmph! It clearly says "WOODS," as anyone can plainly see! What other meaning could it possibly have?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But Candice Arme was a detective! Maybe "WOODS" only means something to the police. Like a police scanner code, for example.
Judge:
Hmm... I didn't think of that...
Payne:
Heh heh. You may have tricked His Honor, but you'll never get the best of me. I have a thing for studying on the weekends, as you may have already guessed. And there is no such radio code as "WOODS" in the state, dear Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I-Is that a fact, heh heh...
Athena:
Don't look at me. I know as much as you do about police codes.
Judge:
Enough of this! I was quite taken with the defense's new theory... ...but if they can't substantiate it with anything, then I must end things here.
Phoenix:
No! Please wait, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well. But before we discuss this theory any further, I demand a plausible explanation. So, Mr. Wright, what is the true meaning of the bloody writing?
Phoenix:
Well... I believe it's...
Judge:
And no stalling! If you can't come up with an answer quickly, I will declare this discussion officially over.
Phoenix:
(I'm in trouble now... What other meaning could it have, besides the obvious one...? Maybe it means something in another language? Or maybe it's a code? Think, Phoenix! You can do this!)
Judge:
Which piece of evidence will tell us what the word "WOODS" really means?
Present Bomb Transport Case
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The bomb transport case...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
............ Hmm. What exactly is your point, Mr. Wright? I thought this evidence was supposed to tell me what "WOODS" really means...?
Phoenix:
...But doesn't it, Your Honor?
Judge:
Are you asking me or telling me?
Phoenix:
I guess I'll let you be the judge of that.
Judge:
Yes, I'll do the judging around here! And I judge that you deserve a penalty!
Phoenix:
(Ugh. That didn't go over well. But I just KNOW there's something here that looks like the word "WOODS"...)
Judge:
Now, then. Let's try that again, shall we?
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence will tell us what the word "WOODS" really means?"
Judge:
The bomb transport case...? I've about had it up to here with your shenanigans, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Take a look at the numbers on this case, Your Honor. "L10015R". Doesn't this string look vaguely familiar?
Judge:
"L100"... What does that have to do with anything?
Payne:
Hmph. What could those numbers possibly have to do with the case at hand?
Phoenix:
Now please take a look at the bloody writing shown in the crime photo.
Athena:
Oh! I think I see it!
Phoenix:
(Thatta girl! That one's on my side.)
Judge:
It says "WOODS."
Phoenix:
Or, you could say it's a horse of a different color, Your Honor. The first character isn't a "W". It's actually an "L" and a "1". The next two are zeros.
Judge:
Oh! My goodness!
Phoenix:
The true meaning behind the bloody writing isn't Ms. Woods's name. It's the number engraved on this bomb transport case!
Payne:
Payne:
What are you talking about?! The next part doesn't make any sense! The next number is a "1", but the bloody writing says "D"!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But the number on the case and the bloody writing can be made to match up quite easily. This is how the number on the transport case can be made to match the bloody writing!
Erase one line
Phoenix:
All you have to do is erase one line from the writing!
Judge:
Erase one line from where?
Phoenix:
Anywhere you like.
Judge:
A-Anywhere I'd like?! ...All right. I'll erase one of the "Os." "WODS"? And what is that supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
Your state of mind. I believe it stands for "wise, optimistic, dauntless, and serene."
Athena:
Boss, what in the world?! This is no time for a psychology test!
Judge:
I can't say my state of mind is exactly "serene" right now, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Urngh. (I guess erasing just one line won't do the trick.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please refrain from making things up as you go along! Now, try again!
Leads back to:
"This is how the number on the transport case can be made to match the bloody writing!"
Erase two lines
Leads to:
"Please erase the third, downward stroke of the "W", and the curved part of the "D.""
Read it backwards
Phoenix:
I propose we read it backwards. Let's see... Reading it from the back end, we get... "SDOOW".
Judge:
I see. And what does that mean?
Phoenix:
I believe there was someone connected to this case by the name of "S. Doow"... ...wasn't there, Your Honor?
Athena:
And who in the world is "S. Doow" supposed to be, Boss...?
Judge:
I'm afraid there is no such person connected to this case.
Phoenix:
Yes, well, I guess I expected as much.
Judge:
If you knew, then why did you ask?!
Phoenix:
(I guess reading it backwards was a big bust.)
Judge:
Please try again, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"This is how the number on the transport case can be made to match the bloody writing!"
Phoenix:
Please erase the third, downward stroke of the "W", and the curved part of the "D."
Judge:
Well! Would you look at that! ............ "LIOOIS"?
Phoenix:
No, no, Your Honor! It isn't meant to be read as a word! It's the number "L-1-0-0-1-5"... ...which, if you take away the final "R"... ...is the exact same number that's one the bomb transport case!
Payne:
Payne:
Hmph! Erase two lines, and they match up, you say?! Well, I can change anything into anything else simply by erasing two lines! What if we erased two lines from your name?! Would you be happy as "Mr. Wrigh"?!
Judge:
Well? Would you, Mr. Wrigh?
Phoenix:
The only RIGHT spelling is "Wright!" (Okay, I'm doing pretty well here, and I think I've drawn the right conclusion. Detective Arme's real message to us is the bomb transport case number.) Your Honor, the two lines were added by the real culprit to intentionally mislead people!
Payne:
WHAAAT?!
Phoenix:
The original message Detective Arme left behind was the transport case number! But whoever assaulted Apollo changed the message!
Athena:
If you're right, Boss... ...then what do you suppose Detective Arme was trying to tell us?
Phoenix:
(Good question... What DOES this number represent...?)
Tonate:
DO YOU SEE THIS NUMBER HERE? THAT IS MY IDENTIFICATION NUMBER.
Phoenix:
Candice Arme lost her life in the courtroom bombing. Her dying message could only have had one purpose!
Payne:
N-No!
Phoenix:
To tell us the name of the one responsible for the bombing!
Judge:
Well? Don't keep us in suspense, Mr. Wright! Tell us who she was trying to name!
Phoenix:
The culprit that the victim was trying to identify is none other than...
Present Ted Tonate profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The defense wishes to indict Mr. Ted Tonate on the charge of the courtroom bombing!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...This person...?
Judge:
............And how did you come up with that?
Phoenix:
Do I really need to explain? I think the answer should be obvious...
Payne:
There he goes again with his famous "wild guess" tactic. Your Honor, Mr. Wright deserves nothing less than a penalty for wasting the court's time.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, I would ask that you not use guesswork to pin the crime on a person. Or else, my "guess" is that you will get a penalty.
Phoenix:
...Drat! (Looks like I guessed wrong...)
Payne:
Heh heh heh. My brother Winston warned me about you many times. "Watch out for the shady defense lawyer in blue and his wild guesses," he said.
Phoenix:
(Well, that's not very nice.) L-Let me try again, please, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"The culprit that the victim was trying to identify is none other than..."
Phoenix:
The defense wishes to indict Mr. Ted Tonate on the charge of the courtroom bombing!
Judge:
T-Ted Tonate?!
Phoenix:
Apparently, disabling bombs isn't Mr. Tonate's only specialty. Somehow, the victim must have realized that he was the bomber. So when she was caught in the blast... ...she left his bomb transport case number as her dying message. She used Mr. Tonate's own ID number to finger him for the crime!
Payne:
Payne:
Why would anyone go out of their way to write an ID number?! Wouldn't they simply write the person's name?!
Phoenix:
(He's got a good point there.)
Judge:
What do you have to say to that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
That only Detective Arme would know the answer to that, but allow me to offer a theory. Perhaps Detective Arme couldn't recall Mr. Tonate's name in the heat of the moment. As I recall, this was the first meeting between the two. It's entirely possible they wouldn't have been familiar with each other.
Athena:
Or maybe using the ID number was a way to hide its true meaning from the real culprit! Thus lowering the odds that they would erase the bloody writing.
Phoenix:
But no matter what the reason, the important thing is the meaning behind her message. The fact remains, she wrote Mr. Tonate's ID number!
Payne:
Payne:
Now, just one moment, here! There hasn't been any proof yet that it was indeed Detective Arme who wrote it! The bloody writing wasn't found during the investigation after the blast! If Detective Arme had left the message, it should have been found at that time!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Naturally Mr. Tonate hid it before anyone could discover it. And there's a simple explanation for how he was able to do so.
Payne:
Wh-What?
Phoenix:
Mr. Tonate was able to cover the message up because he's...
A stickler for details
Phoenix:
Mr. Tonate is quite a nervous person, a stickler for details. That's why the bloody writing bothered him.
Judge:
But wouldn't the bloody writing bother him whether he was a stickler for details or not?
Phoenix:
Oh, I don't know about that, Your Honor. For example, I doubt it would bother Athena here. (She doesn't seem like one for details... I don't think...)
Athena:
What?! I object to his accusation, Your Honor! I object whole-heartedly!
Judge:
And I object to your lame explanation, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ouch. (I object to this pain...)
Athena:
But seriously, I wonder why nobody discovered the bloody writing?
Phoenix:
Because Mr. Tonate was able to do something to hide it. And that was because...
Athena:
Yes...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I know how Mr. Tonate was able to cover the bloody writing up! Please let me try to explain one more time!
Leads back to:
"Mr. Tonate was able to cover the message up because he's..."
The first to find the body
Leads to:
"The first person to discover the bloody writing was Mr. Tonate himself."
Wearing those weird goggles
Phoenix:
Mr. Tonate was wearing those weird goggles of his! Thanks to them, he was able to notice the bloody writing before anyone else could. That super-extendo binocular vision of his... I mean, how weird is that, right?!
Athena:
I-I agree it's pretty strange, but I don't see what it has to do with the bloody writing...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, I don't appreciate careless accusations based on flimsy assertions. Penalty!
Phoenix:
(I still think those goggles are pretty weird. I mean, c'mon. Right?) I know how Mr. Tonate was able to cover up the bloody writing, I swear! Your Honor, please let me try to explain one more time!
Leads back to:
"Mr. Tonate was able to cover the message up because he's..."
Phoenix:
The first person to discover the bloody writing was Mr. Tonate himself.
Tonate:
I WAS THE FIRST ONE ON THE SCENE AFTER THE EXPLOSION. I WENT THERE TO ENSURE SAFETY, BUT I ENDED UP DISCOVERING A DEAD BODY.
Phoenix:
When Mr. Tonate saw that the victim had written his ID number... ...he used his bomb transport case to cover up the bloody writing as a stopgap measure.
Athena:
Oh, so that's why the message in blood was under the transport case!
Phoenix:
He didn't have enough time to try and scrub away the writing. If he didn't report the body right away, he would look suspicious. So those letters lived on to serve another function... ...when Mr. Tonate used them in another incident!
Judge:
Oh! The assault on Mr. Justice!
Phoenix:
Exactly. Mr. Tonate hit upon a plan to use the bloody writing for his own purposes. So he didn't clean it away. Instead, he made it look like Mr. Justice wrote it. By adding two lines to the writing that Detective Arme left behind... ...he changed the meaning of the message! He made it look like Mr. Justice was accusing Ms. Woods of the attack!
Athena:
So that means...!
Phoenix:
The only person who could have altered the bloody writing was the courtroom bomber... ...who was the same person that assaulted Mr. Justice. And that person is Ted Tonate!
Payne:
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Order in the court! Order, I say! It looks like we will have to hear from the bomb specialist himself. Mr. Payne, please have Mr. Tonate take the witness stand!
Payne:
Ungh... Yes, Your Honor...
Athena:
That was great, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Just doing what I do best! (Which is flying by the seat of my pants...)
Tonate:
DISMANTLING THE CASE IS YOURS. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT? I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU TRY.
Phoenix:
(I've finally drawn Mr. Tonate back onto the witness stand. Looks like you'll get your wish, goggle-man. Now watch me take your lies apart!)
Tonate:
............
Judge:
Mr. Tonate, I'm afraid we have a few more questions for you.
Tonate:
I UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION, YOUR HONOR. I WAS KEEPING A CLOSE EYE ON THE PROCEEDINGS FROM THE GALLERY. THE ALLEGATIONS ARE ALL LAUGHABLE.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Mr. Tonate. The message in blood matches your ID number! The same ID number that is there on that bomb transport case!
Tonate:
SUCH A FARFETCHED THEORY! NO BETTER THAN A TANGLED BALL OF WIRES. I've [sic] have them untangled for you in no time at all!
Phoenix:
You were the first person on the scene after Detective Arme left her message in blood. You were the only one who could've hidden the writing, and then used it again later!
Tonate:
I SEE x2. BUT THEN, LET ME ASK YOU: DO YOU HAVE ANY PROOF THAT DETECTIVE ARME WROTE THAT MESSAGE?
Judge:
That's a very good question. Well, do you, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(The best way to prove that Detective Arme wrote that message is to...)
Analyze the handwriting
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I request a handwriting analysis be performed on the bloody writing.
Judge:
A handwriting analysis...?
Payne:
I'm sorry, but that's just not possible.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Payne:
Unlike writing done with a pen, for example, a message written with a finger... ...is difficult to properly analyze for unique characteristics. And with such a small sample, it would be even more difficult to analyze.
Phoenix:
Argh... (There's gotta be another way.)
Leads back to:
"(The best way to prove that Detective Arme wrote that message is to...)"
Analyze the DNA
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I request that a DNA test be performed on the blood itself."
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I request that a DNA test be performed on the blood itself. Once we know whose it is, it will be obvious as to who wrote the message!
Tonate:
............
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff! Please put in a request for a DNA test with the forensics team!
Bailiff:
Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
It will be some time before we have the results of the analysis. Until then, let's hear more from the witness.
Tonate:
I WOULD LIKE NOTHING MORE, YOUR HONOR. I WANT THE COURT TO HEAR HOW RIDICULOUS THE DEFENSE'S THEORY IS.
Witness Testimony
-- After the Explosion --
Tonate:
I ADMIT I WAS THE FIRST ONE ON THE SCENE AFTER THE EXPLOSION.BUT THERE WAS NO BLOODY WRITING THERE AT THAT TIME.ANYWAY, THERE IS NO WAY DETECTIVE ARME COULD HAVE WRITTEN IT.SHE HAD STRUCK HER HEAD ON RUBBLE AND DIED NEAR THE COURTROOM ENTRANCE.SHE WAS TOO FAR AWAY FROM WHERE THE BLOODY MESSAGE WAS FOUND.
Phoenix:
So you're saying that the victim's body was nowhere near where the writing was?
Tonate:
PRECISELY. IT IS AS PLAIN AS DAY THAT SHE COULD NOT HAVE WRITTEN IT.
Payne:
It's true that the body was discovered near the entrance to the courtroom. Please have a look at this crime scene photo. As you can see, there is blood on the rubble near the victim's body. She must've died after hitting her head there.
Courtroom Bombing Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... I see. All right, then, Mr. Wright. You may cross-examine the witness.
Tonate:
DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO TAKE MY INFALLIABLE TESTIMONY APART?
Cross Examination
-- After the Explosion --
Tonate:
I ADMIT I WAS THE FIRST ONE ON THE SCENE AFTER THE EXPLOSION.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why were you the first person on the scene?
Tonate:
TO SECURE THE AREA. IT IS REGULATION FOR A BOMB DISPOSAL SPECIALIST TO ENTER FIRST.
Phoenix:
In other words, you had the opportunity to alter the bloody writing then, didn't you?
Tonate:
WELL...
Payne:
Payne:
Mr. Wright, please don't interrupt. Mr. Tonate is about to give testimony that will show just how wrong your reasoning is.
Phoenix:
(Darn. I think he was about to say something interesting, too.)
Tonate:
WHEN I WENT IN AND SAW THE AFTERMATH... WELL, IT WAS QUITE THE DISASTER...
Tonate:
BUT THERE WAS NO BLOODY WRITING THERE AT THAT TIME.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You were able to tell this even with those goggles on?
Tonate:
WITH THESE GOGGLES, THERE IS NO WAY I COULD HAVE MISSED SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I CAN SEE QUITE WELL WITH THEM. IN FACT, I CAN SEE EVERY HAIR ON YOUR SPIKY HEAD. OH, YOU HAVE A FEW GRAYS, MR. WRIGHT.
Phoenix:
What?!
Athena:
Poor Mr. Wright. You're always working so hard, keeping our office together...
Phoenix:
(Wait a minute! I don't have any gray hairs!)
Tonate:
JUST KIDDING.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I-I object to the witness's attempt to prematurely give me gray hair!
Judge:
Mr. Tonate, this court frowns upon untoward comments on a person's hair, or lack thereof!
Athena:
I'm sensing a great sorrow coming from the judge...
Tonate:
MY APOLOGIES, YOUR HONOR. MAY I PLEASE CONTINUE MY TESTIMONY?
Tonate:
ANYWAY, THERE IS NO WAY DETECTIVE ARME COULD HAVE WRITTEN IT.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If she didn't write it, then who do you propose did?!
Tonate:
MR. JUSTICE, OF COURSE. JUST BEFORE DYING, HE WROTE THE NAME OF HIS ATTACKER, JUNIPER WOODS.
Payne:
A final message from your poor subordinate.
Judge:
Poor Mr. Justice. I'm starting to get all misty-eyed...
Phoenix:
(Uh, Apollo is not dead, folks.)
Athena:
So, how can you be so sure it WASN'T Detective Arme who wrote the message.
Tonate:
IT IS VERY SIMPLE.
Tonate:
SHE HAD STRUCK HER HEAD ON RUBBLE AND DIED NEAR THE COURTROOM ENTRANCE.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you imagine she was thrown back by the force of the blast?
Tonate:
A BOMB CAN INFLICT DAMAGE NOT ONLY FROM THE EXPLOSION ITSELF... BUT ALSO SUBSTANTIAL SECONDARY DAMAGE FROM THE BLAST WIND.
Payne:
Detective Arme unfortunately hit her head on some rubble. It's stated in her autopsy report as well. "Cause of death: Trauma to back of head."
Phoenix:
(Ah, the autopsy report. I'd better take another look at that.)
Tonate:
NOW DO YOU SEE? DETECTIVE ARME COULD NOT HAVE WRITTEN THAT MESSAGE. THE REASON FOR THAT BEING...
Present Arme's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You are a terrible liar, Mr. Tonate."
Tonate:
SHE WAS TOO FAR AWAY FROM WHERE THE BLOODY MESSAGE WAS FOUND.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Isn't it possible she could have crawled to the area of the bloody message?
Tonate:
IF THAT WERE TRUE, THEN HOW DID SHE RETURN TO THE SPOT NEAR THE ENTRANCE?
Phoenix:
Maybe she crawled back after writing it...?
Tonate:
HMPH.
Phoenix:
(Hey, did this guy just "Hmph" me?!)
Payne:
Would you like to get down on the floor and give us a demonstration of your theory?
Phoenix:
Huh? N-No, thank you...!
Athena:
Hmm... The victim's body and the writing ARE several yards away from each other. There's no way she could reach.
Widget:
Quite the conundrum.
Phoenix:
So that means something is off somewhere. There must be a contradiction.
Athena:
Ah! Maybe the body was moved? But that doesn't explain how blood got onto the rubble...
Phoenix:
(What if that was done by the real culprit after the fact? If that's the case, then something about that should contradict the evidence we have.)
Phoenix:
You are a terrible liar, Mr. Tonate.
Tonate:
............???
Phoenix:
Take a look at this autopsy -- specifically, the part about Detective Arme's head injury. "Cause of death: Trauma to back of head caused by impact with a flat object."
Tonate:
YES? WHAT ABOUT IT?
Phoenix:
Now take a good look at the bloody piece of rubble. It's sharp and pointed!
Tonate:
ND$OIJH AJ9LS WO&J09 BDSK ^(*&!
Athena:
H-Hey, you're right, Boss! It IS pointy! Just like your hair!
Judge:
Th-That is odd, isn't it? What could be the meaning of this contradiction?
Phoenix:
I believe it means the victim did not hit her head on this piece of rubble. The bloodstain you see is just another fabrication. Its purpose is to mislead us into thinking the victim died near the courtroom entrance!
Payne:
A-Are you claiming the culprit moved the victim's body?
Phoenix:
That's exactly what I'm claiming. The victim hit her head at some location. Most likely on the floor, or some other flat surface. And this location was somewhere near where the bloody writing was found.
Athena:
In that case, she definitely could have written the message!
Bailiff:
Your Honor! I have the results of the bloodstain analysis!
Judge:
Ah, very good timing. Let's take a look. Hmm... According to this report, the message was written in Detective Arme's blood. And, as the defense claims, only the parts of the message that were added afterwards... ...were written in Mr. Justice's blood. It would appear that the defense's assertion is correct after all.
Bloody Writing Analysis added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Yes! You did it! You were right, Boss!
Phoenix:
Now I have to drive it home. (I'll have to take a good look at the bloody writing analysis later.)
Tonate:
NNNNNNGGGGgGHhHhhH!!11!1
Judge:
Mr. Tonate, it is now apparent that you have told several lies to this court. I hope you have some sort of explanation for yourself.
Tonate:
............ FINE. I WILL CONFESS.
Phoenix:
(You will? ... But then, why are you so calm?)
Tonate:
THIS TIME, I WILL TELL THE TRUTH.
Witness Testimony
-- The Truth --
Tonate:
IT IS TRUE THAT DETECTIVE ARME WROTE MY ID NUMBER.SHE VERY PLAINLY WROTE "L10015R." I WAS SHOCKED.BUT I DID NOT DETONATE THE BOMB.DETECTIVE ARME MUST HAVE MISTAKEN ME FOR THE REAL BOMBER.NOT WANTING TO BE ACCUSED, I MOVED THE BODY AND COVERED THE WRITING. MY BAD.
Judge:
I see. So it is your assertion that you merely moved the body, is that it?
Tonate:
THAT IS CORRECT. I DID NOT KILL DETECTIVE ARME.
Judge:
Oh, well, if that's all you did, then... ............Wait a minute! That in and of itself is a criminal act!
Phoenix:
(Glad to see you finally cross that finish line, Your Honor!)
Judge:
Very well, then. Your cross-examination, please, Mr. Wright.
Cross Examination
-- The Truth --
Tonate:
IT IS TRUE THAT DETECTIVE ARME WROTE MY ID NUMBER.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you admit that you actually DID see the bloody writing that Detective Arme left?
Tonate:
MY BAD. I SHOULD HAVE SAID SO FROM THE OUTSET.
Phoenix:
And you are sure it was your ID number?
Tonate:
I AM SURE. IT WAS DEFINITELY MY ID NUMBER. THAT NUMBER WAS ASSIGNED EXCLUSIVELY TO ME BY THE POLICE DEPARTMENT. THE NUMBER IS ASSIGNED TO MY GOGGLES AS WELL.
Phoenix:
(So those funky things were assigned by the police department...?)
Tonate:
ALTHOUGH THESE ARE SPECIAL GOGGLES CUSTOMIZED BY ME PERSONALLY.
Payne:
Speaking of personalized, these sunglasses of mine were custom-made as well. They were specially created to be particularly dark and shiny.
Judge:
Speaking of special, my gavel is made of mahogany and was custom-made as well. It was specially created to make a particularly loud and resounding sound!
Phoenix:
(Wish I had something to brag about...) B-Be all of that as it may, I just want to reconfirm you saw the bloody writing clearly? And that it was your ID number?
Tonate:
THAT IS CORRECT. MY ID NUMBER WAS WRITTEN IN BLOOD ON THE FLOOR.
Tonate:
SHE VERY PLAINLY WROTE "L10015R." I WAS SHOCKED.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
"L10015R"?
Phoenix:
And it was written after the bomb went off in the courtroom?
Tonate:
CORRECT. I DIDN'T KNOW WHY SHE WOULD WRITE IT, SO THAT SENT ME INTO A PANIC.
Judge:
Hmm... Sounds like you were in quite a tizzy.
Athena:
If I were in his shoes, I guess it would've psyched me out, too. I can't imagine coming across the message "CYKES!" written in blood!
Payne:
If I saw "GASPEN PAYNE" written in blood, it'd certainly make me gasp. Rest assured, Mr. Tonate, I understand how you must've felt.
Judge:
And so you discovered your ID number written in blood at the scene, and...?
Tonate:
THAT IS RIGHT. I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES. IT VERY CLEARLY SAID "L10015R."
Present Bloody Writing Analysis
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I just want to make doubly sure that "L10015R" is really what you saw written in blood."
Tonate:
BUT I DID NOT DETONATE THE BOMB.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Didn't you? The victim may have had special knowledge of who the bomber was.
Tonate:
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THOUGHTS DETECTIVE ARME MAY HAVE HAD INSIDE HER HEAD. IT IS NOT LIKE I EVER DISMANTLED HER MIND TO CHECK.
Payne:
Mr. Wright, if you have suspicions about the witness, let's see your proof. Evidence is everything in a court of law. Even school children know that. How many years have you been a defense attorney now?!
Phoenix:
Cut me some slack, will you...?
Athena:
D-Don't feel bad, Boss! You just got your attorney's badge back, after all. In that sense, you're still more of a beginner than I am!
Phoenix:
(.........I suppose I should be thankful you're not a licensed psychologist.)
Judge:
Mr. Tonate, please continue with your testimony.
Tonate:
WITH PLEASURE. MY ID NUMBER WAS LEFT AT THE SCENE, BUT...
Tonate:
DETECTIVE ARME MUST HAVE MISTAKEN ME FOR THE REAL BOMBER.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
By "mistaken," do you mean you had nothing to do with the explosion?
Tonate:
THAT IS CORRECT. THAT IS WHY I WAS SO SHOCKED WHEN I SAW MY ID NUMBER.
Payne:
The victim may have suspected Mr. Tonate for no reason other than the fact that... ...as the bomb specialist, he was in charge of the bomb. In other words, a false accusation! It's vocational discrimination, I say!
Judge:
Hmm... I do not support discrimination of any kind.
Payne:
Well spoken, Your Honor! If the victim had been found to be killed with a gavel... ...Mr. Blue Suit over there would probably have pinned the crime on you!
Judge:
H-He would?! Well! That just wouldn't do! Mr. Wright, if you DARE try to pin anything on me, I will find you in contempt of court!
Phoenix:
(But I've never even TRIED to harm a hair on-- er, a strand of your beard, Your Honor!)
Tonate:
WELL SAID, MR. PAYNE. BECAUSE I AM SO CLOSELY ASSOCIATED WITH BOMBS... ...I WAS AFRAID I WOULD BE PROSECUTED IF ANYONE SAW THE BLOODY WRITING.
Tonate:
NOT WANTING TO BE ACCUSED, I MOVED THE BODY AND COVERED THE WRITING. MY BAD.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You didn't think to clean away the bloody writing?
Tonate:
I DIDN'T HAVE TIME. BY THE TIME I FOUND THE MESSAGE, THE BLOOD WAS ALREADY DRY. THE POLICE WERE WAITING JUST OUTSIDE FOR ME TO SECURE THE ROOM. AND I STILL HAD TO MOVE THE BODY. I WAS IN A PANIC. WITH NO TIME TO SPARE, I TEMPORARILY COVERED THE WRITING WITH MY CASE.
Phoenix:
Didn't you think the police would find it during their investigation?
Tonate:
REGULATION STIPULATES ONLY SPECIALISTS MAY TOUCH TRANSPORT CASES. BECAUSE OF THE DANGER, YOU SEE. I THOUGHT I WOULD CLEAN UP THE WRITING ONCE THEY WERE FINISHED. MY BAD.
Athena:
"My bad"?! Does he really think that will just magically smooth everything over?!
Phoenix:
This guy is something else. And I don't believe Detective Arme's dying message was just some mistake. He won't wriggle out of this that easily! (What did Mr. Tonate see when he first discovered the bloody writing...? There has to be a contradiction hidden in his testimony somewhere!)
Phoenix:
I just want to make doubly sure that "L10015R" is really what you saw written in blood.
Tonate:
YES! IT VERY CLEARLY SAID "L10015R."
Phoenix:
But that's odd. Because that's not what I see.
Payne:
Payne:
What on Earth are you babbling about now? Wasn't it you who claimed that the bloody writing was his ID number in the first place?!
Phoenix:
Take a good look at the photo in the bloody writing analysis. Now tell me, does it really say "L10015R"?
Tonate:
Oh!
Payne:
Eep!
Phoenix:
Something is missing, isn't it? And that "something" is the final "R."
Judge:
What is the meaning of this, Mr. Tonate?!
Tonate:
............ O-OH! OH, RIGHT! NOW I REMEMBER. THERE WAS NO "R" ON THE END. I-IT WAS JUST A SLIP OF THE FINGER. MY BAD.
Phoenix:
(C-Come back, my beautiful contradiction...)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, I'm not so sure it was just a simple slip of the finger...
Phoenix:
You have something for me, Athena?
Athena:
I sense that he's extremely agitated, almost panicked...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He does look pretty flustered...)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright, it appears it was nothing more than a mere mistake.
Phoenix:
(I don't know... Did he really just make a typo? What about that "R"? Did Mr. Tonate actually see it?)
He thought he saw an "R"
Phoenix:
Well, I guess everybody makes mistakes. Even I get Mr. Justice and Ms. Cykes mixed up sometimes...
Athena:
I just don't believe it, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
What, that I get you two confused?
Athena:
No, not that! THAT I can believe... I don't believe that Mr. Tonate just "made a mistake."
Phoenix:
(Guess I'd better think about this a little more...)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright, do you intend to continue?
Phoenix:
Of course, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"(What about that "R"? Did Mr. Tonate actually see it?)"
He actually saw it
Leads to:
"(Maybe Mr. Tonate really did see the "R"...)"
Phoenix:
(Maybe Mr. Tonate really did see the "R"... But there's no "R" anywhere in the bloody writing. What's going on here? Huh? Now that I take another good look at the photo, I think maybe...) THAT'S IT!!!
Athena:
What is it now, Mr. Wright?! Are you trying to imitate Apollo and his "Chords of Steel"?
Phoenix:
(I've got it! So that's what happened!) "A slip of the finger." Is that really all it was? Because I don't think so. I propose that Mr. Tonate really DID see the letter "R."
Tonate:
!
Judge:
But... ...the photo clearly shows that there is no "R"...
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor. Actually, just the opposite is true. The photo shows that Mr. Tonate actually could have seen the "R."
Judge:
If you're going to make that claim, then you'd better be able to point out what you mean! What part of the photo shows that Mr. Tonate could have seen the "R"?
Present crack right of the "5"
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please look here, to the right of the "5." Do you see a little bit of red?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This spot right here!
Judge:
Wh-What exactly are you pointing at?!
Phoenix:
Right, um, here, Your Honor... Or maybe it's this spot over here...?
Judge:
Are you deciding what to point at by gauging my expression? Why must you always be so wishy-washy, Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
My apologies. I'll try to be more resolute next time.
Leads back to:
"What part of the photo shows that Mr. Tonate could have seen the "R"?"
Phoenix:
Please look here, to the right of the "5." Do you see a little bit of red?
Judge:
Oh, I see it! Just on the edge of where the floor is broken up!
Phoenix:
That's the "R" that Mr. Tonate saw.
Payne:
Payne:
It's true that the witness wears some very, very odd goggles. But that doesn't mean his eyesight is bad, nor his brain power. What part of that little smudge looks like an "R" to you?"
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But what Mr. Tonate saw wasn't that little smudge. There was a whole and complete "R" written there... ...before the floor was damaged by the explosion!
Judge:
Oh, well, that explains it-- Huh?
Athena:
Care to explain what you mean...? Because you just proposed that everything happened in the exact opposite order!
Phoenix:
Yup, because that's the way it really went down. (The timing of when the "R" was written turns everything about this case around!) Now then, if the floor was damaged by the explosion, when was the message written?
Before the explosion
Leads to:
"With the bloody message running off the edge of the damaged floor like that..."
After the explosion
Phoenix:
I propose that the bloody message was written after the explosion.
Judge:
Hmm... and so, where does that leave us? Does that change things in any way?
Phoenix:
............ (I guess that really wouldn't change anything.)
Judge:
You just answered any old thing without thinking, didn't you? Well, here's MY answer!
Athena:
If the message was written after the floor was damaged by the explosion... ...I don't think things would've ended up looking the way they do in the photo...
Phoenix:
I-I guess you're right. Let me try that one more time, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"Now then, if the floor was damaged by the explosion, when was the message written?"
Phoenix:
With the bloody message running off the edge of the damaged floor like that... ...we can only conclude that it was written BEFORE the explosion!
Payne:
B-But that's ridiculous!
Judge:
If that were true, it overturns your own premise!
Phoenix:
That's right. It does. In fact, it turns everything upside-down! The victim was not killed by the explosion in the courtroom! She was killed before the explosion ever occurred!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Payne:
What kind of preposterous claim is that?! Have you forgotten that the victim's body was found at the scene of the explosion?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
True, but consider this scenario. She was hit on the head and killed before the explosion -- or even before the trial began. Her body was subsequently placed in the courtroom ruins after the bombing occurred. That way, it could be made to look like she was a victim of the blast!
Payne:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
It sounds like we had better look into what the victim was doing before the trial. Mr. Payne, did anyone see Detective Arme before the trial?
Payne:
Let's see... According to the police report... ...Ah, here it is! One person! One person saw the victim before the trial! And that person was... Ted Tonate... Wait, what?!
Judge:
N-No one besides Mr. Tonate saw the victim?!
Payne:
Th-That appears to be the case, Your Honor.
Tonate:
............
Phoenix:
I would now ask the court to recall something... Specifically, Mr. Tonate's words from yesterday!
Tonate:
IT WAS WHEN DETECTIVE ARME AND I WERE TRANSPORTING THE BOMB.
Judge:
Oh my!
Phoenix:
Mr. Tonate! Just before the trial, you were with the victim! The two of you were together at the scene of the crime, Courtroom No. 4!
Tonate:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH! LWOU8 AS;/*7; H98AH % ^&* 2PQZCX!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense requests new testimony from Mr. Tonate! We wish to hear what he has to say about his whereabouts just before the trial!
Judge:
Mr. Tonate! Your testimony, please!
Tonate:
MY TESTIMONY? THERE IS NO NEED FOR... WHALJ8 6Y9PO 4XQ*& HBR9Z VE8#!
Athena:
He's completely unnerved, Mr. Wright! You must've hit the nail on the head!
Tonate:
BEcAUszE oPT! ALL I DDDID WAS TRANSPORT THE BBBOMB TO THE3 COURTROOM! I ALREADY TTTOLD YOU! POAOU 2LWJ@ OUOKST! Graaagh! Blast this thing! I was only in the courtroom with the victim because of our work! I swear I was only transporting the bomb here!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You and the victim were alone together at the scene of the crime. In other words, you certainly had the opportunity to commit murder, did you not?!
Payne:
Payne:
Tsk, tsk. Do you always leave yourself so open to attacks, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
What now, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Yes, Mr. Tonate may have had the opportunity to kill Detective Arme. But an important piece of your assertion is missing.
Phoenix:
(What important piece?)
Payne:
The murder weapon! What do you claim was used to kill the victim?!
Judge:
M-Mr. Payne has a point! Even if Mr. Tonate had the chance, without a weapon, we can't accuse him of the crime.
Payne:
Well, Mr. Tonate?
Tonate:
Oh, uh, yes! That's right! I didn't have any sort of thing that could be used as a murder weapon on me. I couldn't possibly have killed Detective Arme!
Phoenix:
(Did he really have nothing he could use as a murder weapon?)
Athena:
Hmm. Hmm...
Phoenix:
What is it, Athena?
Athena:
Just looking over the victim's autopsy report. I'm hoping there's something in here that can point us in the right direction.
Phoenix:
Well, it does say that she died from trauma to the back of the head with a flat object.
Athena:
Yeah, and to inflict that specific kind of injury... ...all you would need is a flat surface, right?
Phoenix:
(A heavy, blunt object with a flat surface could definitely be our murder weapon.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Can you indicate for the court what was used to kill Detective Arme?
Phoenix:
...I believe I can. ("Believe" being the key word here...)
Tonate:
Y-You can?!
Judge:
Then please do so now! What did Mr. Tonate have that could have been used as the murder weapon?
Present HH-3000 Bomb
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr. Tonate, you say you didn't have anything that could be used as a weapon."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This must've been the murder weapon!
Tonate:
Huh? Don't be ridiculous!
Phoenix:
Aha! You fell right into my trap!
Tonate:
............!
Phoenix:
So you confirm that this piece of evidence was NOT the murder weapon. That narrows my candidates down by one!
Athena:
I hope you don't intend to answer by process of elimination, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
Because if you do, prepare to see me, do more of this to you!
Phoenix:
Gaaagh! (The victim was killed with a blow to the head, so the question is... ...which evidence is connected to Mr. Tonate and could serve as a blunt instrument?)
Judge:
I'll ask you again, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"What did Mr. Tonate have that could have been used as the murder weapon?"
Phoenix:
Mr. Tonate, you say you didn't have anything that could be used as a weapon. But in fact, you had the perfect thing.
Tonate:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! What the devil are you talking about?!
Phoenix:
You had this.
Judge:
Th-That's the bomb. I thought you were trying to prove that the victim wasn't killed by the bomb blast.
Phoenix:
The bomb blast, no. But I believe Candice Arme WAS killed with this bomb. Because this is the blunt object that delivered the fatal blow to her head!
Tonate:
Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
Please recall the description of Detective Arme's head wound. "Trauma to back of head caused by impact with a flat object." We assumed this injury was sustained when her head hit the floor... ...but a blow from any flat side of this bomb would produce the exact same wound pattern!
Tonate:
Uuugh! Gaaagh............ Ungh............ Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!
Phoenix:
(Wh-What's with him...?)
Tonate:
Then show me some proof! Where's the evidence that I hit the victim with the bomb?!
Phoenix:
(Ack! He's right. I don't have anything decisive...)
Tonate:
Did you find any of the victim's blood on the bomb? That would be decisive proof. But too bad! The bomb is blown to bits! It's long gone! Boom! Game over! Yeaaah!
Phoenix:
(Ugh...)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! Is there really nothing on the bomb in the photo?!
Phoenix:
Argh! I don't see any blood or anything...
Athena:
Wait! The timer display is a little broken here! Maybe it broke when it made contact with Detective Arme's head!
Phoenix:
That's definitely a distinct possibility. But unless we find a fragment with the victim's blood on it, it's not going to count.
Athena:
Ugh... I guess you're right...
Phoenix:
(By setting off the bomb, Tonate managed to obliterate all traces of the murder weapon. What in the world do I do now? At times like this, I've got to change gears and look at things in a different way! Instead of looking for the things he wasn't able to hide... ...I should be looking for a way to expose the things he DID hide. Ted Tonate murdered Detective Arme before the trial started... Then he placed her body in the courtroom after the bomb went off. Which means there was something he needed to keep hidden until then. And I think I have just the thing. Time to present the photo that shows exactly what Mr. Tonate had to hide!)
Present Courtroom Bombing Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Your Honor! There's something we've all been overlooking!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, please take a look at this! The fact that Mr. Tonate hid this makes it decisive evidence for my case!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm not sure I really understand what you mean by that, Mr. Wright.
Payne:
I'm not sure, either, Your Honor.
Tonate:
ME, EITHER.
Judge:
Here's a penalty to inspire you to make more comprehensible assertions in the future.
Phoenix:
(Well, that was a spectacular belly flop. But I can't back down now. I'd better reconsider what Mr. Tonate could have hidden.)
Leads back to:
"(Ted Tonate murdered Detective Arme before the trial started...)"
Phoenix:
Your Honor! There's something we've all been overlooking! If the murder took place before the trial... ...then Mr. Tonate would've had to hide the body somewhere during the trial!
Athena:
Hey, you're right! And if we can figure out where that hiding place was...
Phoenix:
Exactly. We might be able to find some evidence we can pin him down with! So where could Mr. Tonate have hidden the body during the trial?
Present Bomb Transport Case
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(Wait... A box big enough for a body, a box that was in the courtroom the whole time...)"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the crucial piece of the puzzle that will prove my case!
Tonate:
What?
Phoenix:
Take a good look at this, Mr. Tonate!
Tonate:
............ What about it?
Phoenix:
(Oops... Did I do it again?)
Athena:
I'm sensing a wave of strong anxiety coming from you right now, Boss!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, the evidence you have presented appears to be meaningless.
Phoenix:
(Ugh... I DID do it again... I'd better try again. If the murder took place before the trial... ...then he would've had to hide the body somewhere during the trial!)
Leads back to:
"So where could Mr. Tonate have hidden the body during the trial?"
Phoenix:
(Wait... A box big enough for a body, a box that was in the courtroom the whole time... A box nobody would touch if they thought there was a bomb in it!) Mr. Tonate!
Tonate:
WHAT IS IT? DO YOU FINALLY HAVE SOME DECISIVE EVIDENCE TO SHOW ME?
Phoenix:
No, you're the one who's going to show it to me.
Tonate:
COME AGAIN?
Phoenix:
You heard me. Now, show me what's inside that bomb transport case!
Tonate:
What?! Why?! No! There's no need!
Phoenix:
(I've got him now!) Just before the trial, you killed the victim with a blunt object. And then, you placed her body in the ruins of the courtroom after the bomb went off. Clearly, you were trying to make it look like she died in the explosion. But where was the body hidden during the trial?
Judge:
Oh! I hadn't thought of that?
Phoenix:
The answer is right here! Inside a box made of thick alloy plating that can withstand any impact!
Tonate:
Um, no! That's, er, completely false!
Phoenix:
If it's false, you should have no objections to showing us your transport case. So! Let's open it up and take a look inside, shall we?!
Tonate:
Tonate:
............ LET'S NOT. NOT IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE.
Phoenix:
(Wh-What's he up to now?)
Tonate:
REMAIN CALM AND LISTEN CAREFULLY. THIS BOMB WILL DETONATE IN FIVE MINUTES.
Judge:
What?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Tonate:
I REPEAT, THIS HH-3000 WILL DETONATE IN FIVE MINUTES.
Phoenix:
(What's going on?)
Tonate:
YOUR HONOR, I RECOMMEND YOU ADJOURN THIS TRIAL... ...BEFORE THIS BOMB GOES OFF.
Judge:
M-Mr. Tonate! Are you... Are you threatening me?!
Tonate:
HEH HEH HEH. I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DISABLE THIS BOMB. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO DIE, YOUR ONLY OPTION IS TO LISTEN TO ME.
Payne:
But Mr. Tonate! Didn't you say that's just a training model? A fake to practice on?!
Tonate:
I DID, BUT I ALSO LIED. THIS IS THE REAL DEAL. THIS IS THE HH-3000.
Phoenix:
But the HH-3000 was used to blow up Courtroom No. 4... wasn't it?
Tonate:
HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WAS THE REAL HH-3000 THAT BLEW UP COURTROOM NO. 4?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Tonate:
THE BOMB THAT BLEW UP THE COURTROOM WAS A DIFFERENT ONE, ONE THAT I MADE.
Judge:
What?! Then, are we to take that as a confession on your part?!
Tonate:
TAKE IT ANY WAY YOU WOULD LIKE. JUST BEFORE THE TRIAL... ...I TOOK THE HH-3000 OUT OF THE STUFFED ANIMAL AND PUT MY OWN BOMB INTO IT. THAT WAS THE BOMB THAT EXPLODED AND DESTROYED COURTROOM NO. 4.
Payne:
M-Mr. Tonate, please be reasonable! Do you really expect us to believe a crazy story like that?!
Tonate:
THE HH-3000... IT IS SO UNIQUE! I HAD NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT. IT IS SO UNIQUE THAT I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE DETONATION MECHANISM. SO... I JUST HAD TO HAVE IT. BESIDES, DID ANYONE LOOK INSIDE THE STUFFED ANIMAL DURING THE TRIAL? DID ANYONE CHECK TO SEE IF IT REALLY WAS THE HH-3000 IN THERE?
Judge:
! I-I must confess, no one opened up the stuffed animal to check...
Payne:
S-So there really is a possibility that the bomb was switched out?!
Tonate:
NO, NOT A POSSIBILITY. A CERTAINTY. I DID IT.
Phoenix:
(So he's had a real bomb with him this whole time?)
Tonate:
YOU HAD BETTER GET OUT OF HERE WHILE YOU CAN. YOU DO NOT HAVE MUCH TIME.
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Man:
I-I'm outta here!!! It's gonna blow! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Tonate:
YOU FOUR ARE STILL HERE? WELL, WELL. AREN'T YOU BRAVE?
Judge:
I-I-It just wouldn't do for the judge presiding over this court to run... ...but that horrible explosion the other day...!
Phoenix:
(The judge looks like he's about to book it for the nearest exit any second... And Mr. Payne...)
Payne:
I-I-I-I-I... That is... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Phoenix:
(And he's off...)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! Wh-What do we do?!
Phoenix:
Ugh... It'd be pretty pathetic to run now, wouldn't it.
Athena:
B-B-But the bomb might really go off...!
Tonate:
ONLY THREE MORE MINUTES, FOLKS.
Phoenix:
(Is that bomb really the HH-3000? What should I do?)
Run like a yellow-bellied chicken!
Phoenix:
(No! I can't do that! I can't run, not now!)
Judge:
M-M-M-Mr. Wright! That look on your face...! You weren't thinking of running away like a yellow-bellied chicken, were you?!
Athena:
Boss! I never would've expected that from you!
Phoenix:
I only thought about it for a second!
Judge:
U-Unacceptable, Mr. Wright! If you think about running away again... ...I will be forced to throw you out of this courtroom!
Phoenix:
(...I wish you would, Your Honor. I'd better reconsider my next course of action...)
Leads back to:
"(What should I do?)"
Stand my ground
Leads to:
"(I can't run now!)"
Phoenix:
(I can't run now!)
Tonate:
WELL, IT'S BEEN FUN, BUT I WILL BE GOING NOW. WITH MY DEAR, DEAR HH-3000, NATURALLY. OH, AND BY THE WAY. I WOULD ADVISE AGAINST HAVING ME FOLLOWED. EVEN WITH NO REMOTE SWITCH, THIS BOMB CAN STILL BE TRIGGERED MANUALLY. IF I THINK I'M BEING FOLLOWED, I WILL DETONATE IT ON THE SPOT. FAREWELL.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're not going anywhere, Ted Tonate!
Tonate:
OH?!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, there's no reason to be afraid! That bomb is a fake.
Tonate:
!
Judge:
A-Are you sure, Mr. Wright?!
Tonate:
............HMPH. MORE OF YOUR FAMOUS BLUFFING? EVEN AT THE RISK OF YOUR OWN LIFE?
Judge:
M-M-M-Mr. Wright! None of your bluffing now! Not at a time like this! Lives are on the line, here!
Phoenix:
I'm not bluffing. And I have proof!
Judge:
Y-You do?
Phoenix:
Yes, of course, Your Honor. It's right here in the photo of the bomb, clear as day. Proof that Mr. Tonate's bomb is not the real HH-3000!
Judge:
Really?! Out with it, then! Immediately! Where is the proof that what Mr. Tonate is holding is not the real HH-3000?!
Present timer display
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The display for the timer on the bomb in the photo is broken."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The proof... is here?
Judge:
MR. WRIGHT! ARE YOU GUESSING AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry, Your Honor! Let me try again! (That bomb is missing something is should have if it were the real thing! That's the proof I need!)
Athena:
Ugh... If the bomb doesn't get us, the judge definitely will if you don't get this right!
Judge:
Try again, Mr. Wright! And no guessing this time!
Leads back to:
"Where is the proof that what Mr. Tonate is holding is not the real HH-3000?!"
Phoenix:
The display for the timer on the bomb in the photo is broken. Most likely, it broke when Mr. Tonate used the bomb to attack Detective Arme. But the display on the bomb in front of us is not broken.
Judge:
Oh! You're right!
Phoenix:
Therefore, this is not the real HH-3000. Mr. Tonate was clearly lying when he said he switched out the bomb in the stuffed animal! The real HH-3000 blew up in Courtroom No. 4! This bomb is nothing more than a fake, a model used for training purposes!
Tonate:
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
Fear not, Your Honor! I will examine the inside of the bomb transport case myself!
Judge:
Yes, please do that, Mr. Wright!
Tonate:
NO! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
Judge:
Wh-What is that...? I-Is that a bloodstain?!
Phoenix:
Just as I expected. Your lies have all been blown to bits, Mr. Tonate! I'm confident DNA analysis on this bloodstain will confirm that it's Detective Arme's blood. And that those results will conclusively prove that you murdered Detective Arme!
Tonate:
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuungh...
Phoenix:
How about it, Mr. Tonate? Think you can dismantle this conclusive evidence?!
Tonate:
............Dismantle it? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You're too late! You missed your chance to run, so now you're out of time! This HH-3000, is about to explode!
Phoenix:
Don't try to threaten us, Mr. Tonate. I've already proved that your "bomb" is a fake.
Tonate:
It's real! This bomb is the real thing, I tell you! It's real... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Phoenix:
(Mad Bomber, party of one.)
Tonate:
There's no time left! It's going to blow! I have to disarm it! I have to take it apart! I can dismantle anything! I can take apart evidence! I can take apart bombs! I can dismantle it all! DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE DISMANTLE I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!! ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!! M-MADE IT--!
...GAME...OVER......DISMANTLE ATTEMPT...FAILED...
Tonate:
Ha ha ha! It's all over! My life has been blown to pieces! It's all that stupid woman's fault! I was selling the bombs I disarmed on the black market. When I tried to take this one, she just had to notice, didn't she?! She confronted me in Courtroom No. 4 that day. That's why... That's why I had no choice! Before I knew what I was doing, I hit her... It's all her fault! While I was looking for a place to hide her body, she left a message in her own blood! The trial was about to start, so I didn't have time to clean it up. And now all this...! I thought for sure I could disguise her death with an explosion! Then that stupid defense attorney started sticking his nose into my business! After my testimony yesterday, I went to Courtroom No. 4 and... I found that kid all up in my bomb transport case! That's when I snuck up behind him and ...BAM! And when the idiot police arrested that little girl... ...I thought for sure I could pin it all on her! Why... oh, why...?
Judge:
Ted Tonate, you are hereby under arrest... ...on suspicion of the courtroom bombing and the assault on Mr. Justice. Your innocence or guilt will be determined at a later trial. Now then, I see that members of the public have returned to the gallery. One person, however, seems to still be running far, far away... Be that as it may... ...I will now announce Ms. Juniper Woods's verdict.
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
December 18, 12:31 PMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Athena:
You did it, Boss!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess we managed to pull it off somehow.
Athena:
So many mysteries cleared up all at once! It was amazing!
Phoenix:
It just sort of worked out that way, didn't it.
Athena:
That's not the kind of thing that usually just "works out"" You made it happen! And the way that mean ol' prosecutor high-tailed it out of here! That was great!
Woods:
Mr. Wright, Thena, thank you for everything you did for me!
Athena:
I'm so happy for you, Junie! Now you can go back home to the forest in peace!
Woods:
I hope the both of you will come and visit me there sometime.
Phoenix:
That would be nice. Thank you for the invitation.
Athena:
Hmm... I dunno, Mr. Wright... I'm not so sure you could make it all the way up to Junie's house. How high up do you live again, Junie?
Woods:
Umm... Around 3,000 feet, I think.
Phoenix:
What?! (That's no forest -- that's a mountain!)
Athena:
But, you know, Boss... ...there's something that still bothers me about the case. One little mystery we never got around to solving.
Phoenix:
Oh, that? Yeah, I was wondering about that, too... Is this the unsolved mystery you're thinking of?
Present Missing Remote Switch
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The remote switch, right?
Athena:
Yeah. I wonder where it disappeared to.
Leads to:
"Maybe Mr. Tonate just got rid of it somewhere..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Athena:
............Huh? That wasn't the thing I was thinking of.
Phoenix:
(Glad mind reading isn't my day job.)
Athena:
I was wondering about the missing remote switch.
Phoenix:
............! (O-Oh, right! That unsolved mystery!) Ha ha ha. I was just testing you.
Athena:
Oh, so you were looking to get a reaction out of me, huh?!
Phoenix:
Now, now. Always remember: The trial isn't really over until you get back to the office. Even if you get a "not guilty", you still have to remember to stay sharp.
Athena:
In other words, don't gloat too much over a victory, right, Boss? Thanks for the tip! But I still wonder where that remote switch disappeared to.
Leads to:
"Maybe Mr. Tonate just got rid of it somewhere..."
Athena:
Maybe Mr. Tonate just got rid of it somewhere...
Phoenix:
(Yeah... It is a pretty big thing to leave unsolved, though...) Well, let's leave it up to the police to find. For now, we should be celebrating our not guilty verdict.
Athena:
I guess you're right! Hey, I know! Junie, shall we go report the good news? You know, to that certain someone...?
Woods:
...Okay.
Phoenix:
Huh? Her grandmother?
Athena:
No, silly! To Apollo!
Phoenix:
Oh, right. Well, why don't we all go to the hospital together to see him!
Athena:
Great idea! I bet he's bored out of his mind.
Woods:
Okay!
Phoenix:
And so, the courtroom bombing case came to a close. But the next trial was just over the horizon. There's never a dull moment with so many lawyers in the office. That's for sure. Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes, and me, Phoenix Wright. Between the three of us, there's no case we can't solve! When our powers combine, we're an unstoppable team. ...At least, that's what I believed. But all of that changed with what Apollo said to us that day. It was something that would put my faith in us to the ultimate test.
Date: ??? Time: ???Wright Anything Agency
Anime cutscene
Apollo:
Sorry, but I'll be taking a leave of absence.
Athena:
Wait, what do you mean by "a leave"?!
Phoenix:
Can you at least give me a reason why?
Apollo:
I can only say... that this is something I must settle on my own.
Athena:
Oh why, Apollo? Why are you shutting us out?
Athena:
What happened to you, Apollo? Ever since you put that jacket on, you've changed. ............ And now, for whatever reason, all my mind keeps doing... ...is returning to the day I met you. We had tackled our first case together, he and I, this past spring. And as we did, I came to know who he is and how he thinks. It was a very peculiar case, one in which the victim was killed by a mythical creature...
End
Presenting wrong evidence at wrong statement (during cross-examination segment "When the Bomb Went Off")
Phoenix:
Judge:
...... Do you have something you wish to say about this piece of evidence, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Well, it clearly contradicts the statement... er, doesn't it...?
Judge:
I'm afraid I don't see anything particularly contradictory here.
Phoenix:
(Whoops! Well, it can't hurt to try, right?)
Judge:
That's a penalty for you!
Phoenix:
(Ouchies... I guess it can...)
Athena:
Maybe you should take a deep breath and re-think things, Mr. Wright. I'm sensing that you've got the wrong evidence AND the wrong statement.
Phoenix:
Maybe you're right. I've got that nagging feeling about Mr. Tonate's last statement.  
Athena:
You know what? That's how I feel about the stuffed animal bomb, Boss!
Phoenix:
(Okay. The last statement and the stuffed animal bomb, huh?)
Presenting correct evidence at wrong statement (during cross-examination segment "When the Bomb Went Off")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's something odd about the witness's statement! And this is the evidence that will prove it!
Judge:
...... I'm sorry, Mr. Wright... ...but the only thing "odd" I find here is your objection.
Phoenix:
(That didn't go so well...)
Athena:
I just don't understand it. I was so sure that the correct evidence to present was this stuffed animal bomb. 
Phoenix:
Hmm... Then I guess we presented it at the wrong statement.
Athena:
I bet that's it! Why don't we take another good look at the other statements? There must be one in the testimony that contradicts that bomb!
Presenting wrong evidence at correct statement (during cross-examination segment "When the Bomb Went Off")
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence, Your Honor!
Judge:
...... And what exactly about the testimony is inconsistent with that?
Phoenix:
............ Must we be so cut and dry, Your Honor? They say it pays to keep an open mind about things.
Judge:
Yes, that's true. And lucky for you... ...I'm very open-minded about giving people the penalties they deserve!
Phoenix:
You honor me with your open-mindedness... (Guess I should've seen that one coming.)
Athena:
But I agree there's definitely something off about this statement. 
Phoenix:
Hmm... Wonder if I presented the wrong piece of evidence?
Athena:
I bet that's it! Why don't you take another look through the Court Record? There must be something in there that contradicts the statement: "I saw that the bomb's timer was counting down."
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! I think I have something here!
Phoenix:
You sensed something wrong with the testimony?
Athena:
That's right. Let me show you which statement I thought was strange!
Phoenix:
Thanks. That would be a big help! (Now I just have to compare the evidence with the statement she points out!)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, I don't see any inconsistencies in the testimony. This might be a good time to--
Phoenix:
Press for more information? I think you're right. 
Athena:
I just can't help but feel that there's more to these statements than meets the eye.
Phoenix:
(I'll put my faith in Athena and press them for all their worth, then!)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "When the Bomb Went Off")
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
When we view your emotions alongside your testimony, we find the unexpected emotion-- (Wait a minute... There really isn't anything strange here.)    
Athena:
I don't know, but I think maybe we made a mistake, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
......I think maybe you're right.
Athena:
Let's take another look! There must be an unexpected emotion here somewhere!
Presenting wrong evidence during the Mood Matrix
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms. Woods, your statement contradicts this piece of evidence.
Woods:
It does?! I... I'm so sorry! I had no idea... *cough* *cough*...... *cough* *cough, cough*
Athena:
Junie, are you all right?! Mr. Wright, why are you badgering Junie like that?!
Phoenix:
H-Huh? (But I was trying so hard not to...)  
Judge:
Mr. Wright, if you could refrain from badgering your own client, please. 
Phoenix:
Urk!
Athena:
But you know, with the new facts we learned from Junie's revised testimony... ...I'm sure we can find an inconsistency with a piece of evidence we already have.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess I'd better take another look at the evidence.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (any other cross-examination segment)
Phoenix:
Judge:
............ I don't see any particular problem with this evidence.
Phoenix:
(Whoops! I got it wrong.)
Judge:
I'm afraid I'm forced to give you a penalty.
Phoenix:
...Urk!
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (any other cross-examination segment)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's something odd about the witness's statement! And this is the evidence that will prove it!
Judge:
...... I'm sorry, Mr. Wright... ...but the only thing "odd" I find here is your objection.
Phoenix:
(That didn't go so well...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (any other cross-examination segment)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement clearly contradicts this piece of evidence, Your Honor!
Judge:
............ And what exactly about the testimony is inconsistent with that?
Phoenix:
............ I apologize, Your Honor. I seem to have made a slight miscalculation.
Judge:
You never change, do you? Let this be a lesson to always take every factor into account, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ouch. (Guess I should've seen that one coming.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Juniper Woods...
Guilty
Turnabout for Tomorrow
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Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
Episode 5Turnabout for Tomorrow
Phoenix:
No one can escape their past. The sins we've committed... and the sadness we've caused... No matter how far we run, our past remains... ...as ever-present as the moon in the sky. It looms in wait... for the day when we are forced to face it. But only in doing so can we truly make peace and move on in hope towards tomorrow.
December 20, 1:23 PM
Wright Anything Agency
Phoenix:
(They took Athena from the courtroom, straight to the station. She's probably being questioned at this very moment.) ............ 
(After this past year, I took it for granted that those two would always be here. But now, Apollo has gone off on his own to seek his own truth... ...and my pursuit of the truth only ended up with Athena becoming the new suspect. Some boss I turned out to be...)
Trucy:
............ It's even quieter in here than usual.
Phoenix:
Yeah... It seems so empty, too.
Trucy:
I just don't get it, Daddy. All of your reasoning during the trial seemed perfectly solid...
Phoenix:
Yeah... And I still believe it was... At least, based on what we know.
Trucy:
But now, Athena is the one who's being accused...
Phoenix:
During the trial for the bombing and murder that occurred at the Cosmos Space Center... ...the lighter used by the real culprit was found. This lighter proved the defendant, Solomon Starbuck, innocent. But Athena's prints were found on it instead... ...and she was subsequently arrested for the murder.
Trucy:
But Athena couldn't have done it. It just doesn't make any sense.
Phoenix:
(No, none of it does. I've been racking my brain, but I just can't figure it out! Argh! Where is the flaw in my reasoning? What have I got wrong in this case?)
Trucy:
You know, Daddy... if Athena was here... ...she wouldn't just be sitting around thinking. She'd be out there doing something. You ARE going to defend Athena, right, Daddy?
Phoenix:
Of course I will! And thanks, Trucy. I needed that push. (Trucy's right! The trial is tomorrow. There's no time to waste! If I'm going to prove Athena's innocence, I'd better get out there and find some evidence!)
Trucy:
Off we go, then! We're on a hunt for evidence that'll prove Athena's innocence!
Phoenix:
(Great! But before we go, I'd better tidy up the evidence I have on hand...)
Unnecessary evidence left at the office.
Phoenix:
(Athena is probably still in the middle of being questioned... ...so Trucy's right. The thing to start with is talking to people at the Space Center.)
Talk
What to do
Trucy:
I still can't believe Apollo really left us...
Phoenix:
It was so sudden.
Trucy:
Maybe he got tired of being my assistant for my magic tricks?
Phoenix:
I don't think it's your fault, Trucy.
Trucy:
B-But I made him clean the toilet a lot! And I made him go bring in the newspaper! It WAS my fault! I just know it! Oh, Apollo! *sniffle*
Phoenix:
I really don't think it was your fault, Trucy. But I didn't realize Apollo was wearing so many hats around here, either.
Any ideas?
Trucy:
How could they suspect Athena? It's just ridiculous. It must be some kind of conspiracy.
Phoenix:
A conspiracy, huh? Well, it certainly is some kind of mistake, that's for sure.
Trucy:
First of all, we have to bust Athena out of the Detention Center. Then we have to chase down the people who framed her. We'll sneak around the world, from Kiev to Carolina, with the fuzz hot on our tails!
Phoenix:
Isn't that exactly the same as the plot of the movie you watched the other day?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Trucy:
I guess presenting your attorney's badge... ...is like your "quick trick," huh, Daddy?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. So it's just a trick to you, huh?
Trucy:
Well, you are one of the talents in our Wright Anything Agency, after all. But I have to say that an attorney's badge won't get many laughs...
Phoenix:
I don't care if I get laughs, as long as I can clear my client's name.
Trucy:
Ha ha ha! That's a good one, Daddy!
Phoenix:
I'm no match for you, though, Trucy.
Space Center Pamphlet
Trucy:
Space, huh... I'd sure love to go up there someday. Will you take me, Daddy?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. It's not like taking somebody to an amusement park, you know.
Trucy:
Well, you hardly ever take me to one of those, either! You either say, "I don't have any money" or "I don't have time"!
Phoenix:
F-Fine. I'll take you on my next day off.
Trucy:
You're the best, Daddy!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. (I'm no match for Trucy...)
Anything else
Trucy:
Daddy, you should be careful about showing evidence to a magician.
Phoenix:
That's true. You can make anything disappear.
Trucy:
Well, anything up to about a yard in diameter, anyway. My magic panties are an extra-dimensional space!
Phoenix:
I guess only a space probe can help us figure out how they work then, huh.
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Entrance
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos! Do you have a minute?!
Cosmos:
Urgk! Galactic Scooter! Full speed ahead!
Phoenix:
Director! (He scooted away...)
Trucy:
His expression changed the instant he saw you, Daddy!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, well, I dragged his name through the mud pretty good at the trial earlier today...)
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Boarding Lounge
Phoenix:
We were here only yesterday... Oh, hey! Mr. Starbuck! You've been released, huh?
Starbuck:
Yup. And I came straight here. This is all thanks to you and your team, Mr. Wright! You've given me a second chance to fly into space again. I can't thank you enough. Except... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Phoenix:
Wh-What's wrong? (I thought he'd be happy to be acquitted...)
Starbuck:
As I was coming out of the Detention Center, I saw Miss Cykes.
Phoenix:
(H-He saw Athena?)
Starbuck:
I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say to the poor girl. And then, you know what? She flashed a peace sign at me. "Congratulations on your acquittal," she said. "Now you can go back into space someday."
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that sounds like Athena. I can just picture it.)
Starbuck:
But I saw her eyes. They were red and swollen from crying. She's gotta be suffering! She must be so worried! And yet she went out of her way to be nice and give me that big smile!
Trucy:
She held back her own tears so she could give someone else a smile. That's... so Athena.
Starbuck:
There's no question about it. That girl is innocent. Please, Mr. Wright. You have to make sure she goes free! And then, they can put me in prison instead! I don't mind!
Phoenix:
(We can't have that either, Mr. Starbuck!) Don't worry, Mr. Starbuck. I'm going to give her the very best defense I can. I promise to get her acquitted, just like I did for you.
Starbuck:
I know she'll be all right with you in her corner. I know you'll never give up on her. Apollo has a fine boss to look up to!
Talk
About the murder
Starbuck:
I still can't believe Launch Pad 1 was switched with the Space Museum...
Phoenix:
What could have made Director Cosmos do such a thing?
Starbuck:
I haven't the foggiest idea. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... So there never was gonna be a launch that day, not from the very beginning... I wonder if Clay knew...?
Phoenix:
I imagine he must have. Surely he would've noticed when you went to board the rocket.
Starbuck:
It's pathetic to think I was the only one who got taken in. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... But I guess that's about how it goes, when you're worth less than space debris.
Trucy:
Is he... going to be all right, Daddy? His expression looks as dark as a black hole...
Phoenix:
Well... That's just how he is.
The murderer (appears after "About the murder")
Phoenix:
Mr. Starbuck, do you remember anything about the murderer?
Starbuck:
Not really. I only saw a shadowy figure in the dark after all.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I guess that was a little too much to hope for...)
Starbuck:
Hey, I heard something from the police, though. They said they never did find a .10-caliber gun down that trash chute.
Phoenix:
Just as I thought. The culprit must've carried it away with them when they escaped.
Trucy:
So, was the person you saw holding a gun, Mr. Starbuck?
Starbuck:
Umm... I couldn't really tell.
Phoenix:
But it wasn't Athena, right? Could you tell if the person was male or female, tall or short?
Starbuck:
I-I can't even tell you that much. Man, I'm useless... When the culprit opened the door and some light came in, I should've been able to see...
Present
Terran's Autopsy Report
Starbuck:
Clay always used to cheerfully greet me in a loud voice.
Phoenix:
And he did vocal exercises every morning, sometimes until he was hoarse, right?
Starbuck:
Exactly. You could always hear him, even through the wall-- Hey, wait a minute. Did you know Clay?
Phoenix:
No, but like attracts like, as they say.
Anything else
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this piece of evidence?
Starbuck:
No... Sorry I'm so useless... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Phoenix:
No, no. It's all right. There's no need to get all depressed!
Phoenix:
The door... Ah, yes... As I recall, they opened this door here as they made their escape...
Trucy:
The door to Launch Pad 1, right?
Starbuck:
Yeah, except, right now, the door leads to the Space Museum.
Phoenix:
You mean the launch pad and the Space Museum are switched right now?
Starbuck:
Yeah, they're trying to investigate the theory you came up with in court.
Phoenix:
So they're recreating the conditions, huh? (I'd like to see what's beyond that door now.) Mr. Starbuck, could you open this door for us?
Starbuck:
Sure. Just let me have my prints scanned here...
Talk
Switching the launch pads
Phoenix:
Do the launch pads get switched back and forth a lot?
Starbuck:
Well, back when the Space Museum was Launch Pad 2... ...they used to switch the pads around at times.
Phoenix:
But these days, Launch Pad 2 is only used as a tourist attraction, right?
Starbuck:
Right. 'Cause, quite frankly, the Space Center needs the money.
Phoenix:
(I hear you... Times sure are tough...)
Trucy:
Daddy, let's go check out what's beyond that door!
Phoenix:
Sure. Let's go.
Starbuck:
Hey, why don't I come along? I can show you around!
Examine
Leaves
Phoenix:
Huh? I wonder what these dead leaves are doing here?
Trucy:
Maybe they were stuck to the bottom of somebody's shoes. There are lots of trees around the Space Center.
Phoenix:
(She's right. It's a modern, state-of-the-art building, but it's surrounded by trees.) But I don't know. If they were stuck to the bottom of somebody's shoes... ...wouldn't they look more crushed up? These don't look like they've been stepped on.
Trucy:
Maybe there's some kind of secret hatch in the corridor, and they came in that way?
Phoenix:
Not everything is set up like a magician's stage, you know.
Fingerprint reader
Phoenix:
So this is another one of those devices for opening the door, huh?
Starbuck:
Yup. But this one doesn't require fingerprint verification. You just hit the button and "open sesame"!
Trucy:
So when you and Clay went through here, you didn't need to show your prints, either?
Phoenix:
That's right, Trucy. Just like how the culprit didn't need to scan their prints... ...when they escaped back out of the Space Museum corridor into Boarding Lounge 2.
Launch Pad 1 Door Lock updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Well, I don't see anything else that jumps out at me. And I imagine this corridor is built exactly like the Launch Pad 1 corridor.)
Talk
Switching the launch pads
Phoenix:
Do the launch pads get switched back and forth a lot?
Starbuck:
Well, back when the Space Museum was Launch Pad 2... ...they used to switch the pads around at times.
Phoenix:
But these days, Launch Pad 2 is only used as a tourist attraction, right?
Starbuck:
Right. 'Cause, quite frankly, the Space Center needs the money.
Phoenix:
(I hear you... Times sure are tough...)
Trucy:
So, right now, this Boarding Lounge 1 is connected to the Space Museum...
Phoenix:
I guess the police are trying to re-create the conditions of the crime.
Trucy:
And just now, when we checked the hallway on the other side of the door...
Phoenix:
Yeah, it looks like that door opens from the corridor side without fingerprint verification.
Trucy:
So when Clay and Mr. Starbuck went through, they didn't need to scan their prints, either.
Phoenix:
That's right. Just like how the culprit didn't need to scan their prints... ...when they escaped back out of the Space Museum corridor into Boarding Lounge 2.
Trucy:
And remember there were those dead leaves in the corridor? I wonder where they came from? Hmm... I still think maybe they were stuck to the bottom of somebody's shoes.
Phoenix:
(I don't know. Those leaves didn't look like they'd been stepped on to me...)
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Entrance
Cosmos:
Urgn! Curse the wretch who sullied my good name! Reverse course and full speed away!
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos! Wait!
Trucy:
I'll handle this, Daddy! Take that!
Cosmos:
Gaaaaagh! The mobility system has been compromised!
Phoenix:
(Trucy's knife throw was a direct hit to one of his tires!)
Trucy:
And the streak continues!
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should've kept a closer watch on what tricks she's been practicing...)
Cosmos:
My dear, old battleship! We fought many a skirmish together! It has been an honor...
Trucy:
Daddy! He's going to blow that thing up!
Phoenix:
Nah. I bet all that button will do is make it go haywire again.
Cosmos:
............Very well. I surrender. As a prisoner of war, I expect to be treated honorably.
Talk
Switching the launch pads
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos, when you were talking in court about switching the launch pads... ...you used your right to remain silent about the reason as to why.
Phoenix:
I'd like Director Cosmos to tell us... ...why he switched the two launch pads to begin with.
Cosmos:
Nnngh... Please... I can't... I... I exercise my right to remain silent... But I will say... my hands were tied... I was only doing what I could to keep my men from getting caught in that blast. Nngh... Nnnggggh...
Cosmos:
The center of the cosmos is shrouded in mystery! But I don't have any secrets left... ...now that my battleship has been destroyed and I've been taken prisoner!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(No secrets left, huh? I beg to differ. Looks like I'll have to undo his Psyche-Locks if I want to get to the bottom of this.)
Present
Clay's Autopsy Report or Utility Knife
Cosmos:
What a shame. Truly. Clay was so young... He was an outstanding man who could have contributed greatly to the future of mankind.
Phoenix:
He was an exceptional man, wasn't he.
Cosmos:
If he had gone into space, my reputation would have grown even loftier! Why did he have to die before he went into space?!
Phoenix:
(Someone needs to teach him he is not the literal center of the cosmos...)
Space Center Pamphlet or "Hope" Capsule
Cosmos:
Mankind's crowning achievement, the HAT-1 mission, will be in textbooks across the land!
Phoenix:
Wow. That historic, huh?
Cosmos:
My achievements are grand enough to rival the very birth of space itself! My life will be a legend that will be told millions of years into the future! You may proceed to admire and praise me now! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
Ha ha... You certainly are an amazing piece of work.
Anything else
Phoenix:
Excuse me, but about this piece of evidence...
Cosmos:
Let me ask YOU a question. What will that object contribute to the future of mankind?!
Phoenix:
What? Uh, not much, I guess...
Cosmos:
Hmph. Then how important could it be? Quite unlike the great historical figure, Yuri Cosmos! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(If he's any more self-absorbed, he'll turn into his very own black hole.)
Magatama
Phoenix:
-- Behind the Switching of the Launch Pads --
Phoenix:
I want you to tell me everything you're hiding about the switching of the two launch pads.
Cosmos:
I refuse! You can't make me! I can hold out longer than anyone!
Phoenix:
(I hope I never get like this when I'm old... Now, let's see. Where to start?) This is how you explained your motive for switching the launch pads. You did it...
To fool the bomber
Phoenix:
You said your motive was to fool the bomber, right?
Cosmos:
No, by then, the bomb had already been set. Switching the launch pads after the fact would have done nothing to fool the bomber.
Phoenix:
(Huh? Ugh, I guess I got it wrong.) Ha ha. That was just a little joke. Now I'll tell you what you really said at the trial.
Leads back to:
"This is how you explained your motive for switching the launch pads. You did it..."
To prevent the bombing
Phoenix:
You said your motive was to prevent the bombing, right?
Cosmos:
Hmph. So what you're saying is... ...that even though I switched the launch pads to prevent the bombing from happening... ...it ended up happening anyway, and I am nothing but a big fool?!
Phoenix:
(Well, I never said that last bit...) Ha ha. That was just a little joke. Now I'll tell you what you really said at the trial.
Leads back to:
"This is how you explained your motive for switching the launch pads. You did it..."
To save the astronauts
Leads to:
"Thanks to you switching the launch pads, the astronauts escaped injury from the blast."
Phoenix:
Thanks to you switching the launch pads, the astronauts escaped injury from the blast. Instead, they safely boarded the Museum's rocket, far away from the actual explosion.
Cosmos:
Hmph! My astronauts were raring to go out on an authentic adventure in space! How do you propose I had them board a fake rocket without them noticing?!
Phoenix:
...I agree you couldn't have done it without help. For one, they would have figured it out the instant they stepped into the Space Museum. You figured you could fool Mr. Starbuck once he'd been drugged with his medication, but... ...without the help of this person, it would've been impossible to pull your plan off.
Present Clay Terran profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You must have gotten Mr. Terran to help you."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It wasn't this person, was it?
Cosmos:
Are we done here? I'm quite busy with the aftermath of the incident, you know.
Phoenix:
(Oh... Guess I was right about being wrong...) ...Well, I did say it "WASN'T this person," didn't I? But I still contend that...
Leads back to:
"...without the help of this person, it would've been impossible to pull your plan off."
Phoenix:
You must have gotten Mr. Terran to help you.
Cosmos:
Urghk!
Phoenix:
He stole the tranquilizers from his mentor's locker and slipped them to him. And then, with Mr. Starbuck in a daze, they boarded the replica rocket in the museum!
Cosmos:
Aaaaagh! Someone please help this poor prisoner of war!
Phoenix:
(How is he able to spin around like that...?)
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
If you really wanted to save the astronauts' lives... ...shouldn't you just have called off the launch?
Cosmos:
If I could have done that, do you think I would have gone to all that trouble?!
Phoenix:
(I guess he must've had a compelling reason why he couldn't call it off...) But how did you know to switch the pads in advance of the bombing incident?
Cosmos:
W-Well, that's because... nrgh... I was warned in advance. Once I received that warning, it was my duty to ensure my astronauts' safety!
Phoenix:
But it was just a warning. It could even have been a prank. Why did you believe in it so completely?
Cosmos:
B-Because I went to one of those "mediums" that everyone's talking about these days.
Phoenix:
Oh? I didn't realize channeling was back in vogue. ...Besides, I thought it was you yourself that got the warning via telephone.
Cosmos:
Yes, that's right! The bomber contacted me personally. My battleship is equipped with a special advanced communications system, you see!
Phoenix:
(AKA, a regular ol' telephone.)
Cosmos:
"It's been a while. Planning another launch? I see you haven't learned..." I'll never forget the terror I felt when I received that call.
Phoenix:
The bomber said, "It's been a while"...? And that was enough to make you take the threat seriously? (Perhaps Director Cosmos took the threat so seriously... ...because the Space Center had been involved in a bombing once before? Maybe... ...the culprit in the current case is the same person who was involved in this incident!)
The Courtroom No. 4 bombing
Phoenix:
It was the courtroom bombing, wasn't it?! That's when you were dealt a major blow!
Cosmos:
Do you really think blowing up a courtroom would've shaken the center of the cosmos?
Phoenix:
Gaaagh... (I guess I got it wrong... The director felt personally threatened, so it has to be something more relevant to him. )
Leads back to:
"...the culprit in the current case is the same person who was involved in this incident!"
The HAT-1 Miracle
Leads to:
"The HAT-1 Miracle, that epic story of survival..."
The HAT-2 bombing
Phoenix:
The HAT-2 bombing. That must be where the answer to your secret lies.
Cosmos:
All hands! Ready the Galactic Scooter's main turrets! Teach this blockhead what a precision shot is all about!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaagh! You got me! (Unh... I guess I was way off on that one... Now, let's see...)
Leads back to:
"...the culprit in the current case is the same person who was involved in this incident!"
Phoenix:
The HAT-1 Miracle, that epic story of survival... People across the nation know it now as a heroic tale of bravery. But in truth, it was an act of sabotage perpetrated by our current killer, wasn't it? Very few knew about the previous plot, so when the caller said, "It's been a while"... ...you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the danger was real, and it wasn't a prank!
Cosmos:
Gaaaaaaagh! Didn't anyone ever tell you to go easy on an ex-serviceman?!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Cosmos:
...Yes, the HAT-1 Miracle was really a desperate battle against an act of sabotage. I even lost the life of one of my staff members in the fight.
Phoenix:
(Sabotage, murder... So this is the ugly truth behind the HAT-1 Miracle.)
Cosmos:
I let my guard down... I thought the saboteur had been caught, and that the case was closed.
Phoenix:
(...Huh? Wait a minute... The murder at the Space Center seven years ago...! This must be the person Director Cosmos thought was the culprit.)
Present Simon Blackquill profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Simon Blackquill, the murder suspect in a case that happened here seven years ago."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Cosmos:
Mr. Lawyer, you must be very tired. Why don't you take a nap in one of our zero-gravity beds?
Phoenix:
(...I guess I picked the wrong person. Although I do like the sound of a zero-g nap right about now... But that will have to wait! I still have a Psyche-Lock left to break!)
Leads back to:
"(This must be the person Director Cosmos thought was the culprit.)"
Phoenix:
Simon Blackquill, the murder suspect in a case that happened here seven years ago. That place and time of the two incidents -- the murder and the sabotage -- were the same. So you thought that he committed both crimes. But while Prosecutor Blackquill was behind bars, you got another threatening call. If the culprit this time is the same as seven years ago, then it isn't Simon Blackquill. Realizing that, you were shaken. It meant the true culprit's been running free all this time.
Cosmos:
Ngaaagh... How do you keep seeing straight through me?!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk
Switching the launch pads (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Phoenix:
(The reason why Director Cosmos won't talk about why he switched the launch pads... ...is connected to the truth behind the HAT-1 Miracle. The sabotage and murder that happened at this Space Center seven years ago...) Director Cosmos, tell us what you're hiding!
Cosmos:
If you really want to understand the reason I decided to switch the launch pads... ...we'll have to start with the story of that horrible nightmare from seven years ago.
Phoenix:
Seven years ago... You mean the so-called "HAT-1 Miracle"?
Cosmos:
The launch went smoothly, but once the ship entered outer space, then the troubles began. It was all the handiwork of a certain person and their evil scheme.
Phoenix:
(So Mr. Starbuck's traumatic experience wasn't accidental...)
Cosmos:
Not only that, but before the launch, a very valuable piece of moon rock was stolen. But that wasn't the worst of it! One of my staff members was murdered!
Trucy:
Wow. I had no idea such awful events were behind that exciting story of space heroism...
Cosmos:
All that, in spite of the Space Center having very strict security in those days. All personal effects were examined thoroughly, coming or going. You couldn't even smuggle a withered old leaf through those checkpoints!
Phoenix:
So... do you have any clue who was responsible for the sabotage...?
Cosmos:
At the very least, I know it wasn't Simon Blackquill. I don't know enough to identify the true culprit, but it's clear WHAT that person is. To put it simply............ a spy.
Trucy:
A spy?! You mean somebody who infiltrates a foreign country... ...carries out dangerous missions, and always gets the girl?!
Phoenix:
(Someone's watching way too many late-night movies.) Well, I guess if we're talking about blowing up a rocket and stealing research material... ...it's not all that surprising that a spy could be behind it all.
The spy (appears after "Switching the launch pads")
Cosmos:
Make no mistake! There's cutthroat rivalry between nations in the space R&D race. Some try to outdo others by any means possible, even deliberate obstructions. Seven years ago, we got a call before the launch warning us of sabotage.
Phoenix:
The same MO as this time...
Cosmos:
Yes. And here I thought the perpetrator had been caught, but it looks like I was wrong.
Trucy:
Prosecutor Blackquill seems more like a ninja than a spy, don'tcha think?
Phoenix:
(Aren't ninjas and spies basically the same thing?)
Cosmos:
But there's a good reason we failed to find the real spy... ...A massive cover-up by the government. Government officials were too embarrassed to admit... ...that they had allowed such a thing to happen at the hands of a spy.
Phoenix:
Don't tell me they made the police rush the investigation?
Cosmos:
They did indeed. And then, to cover up the sabotage, they cleaned up the story.
Phoenix:
And that was "The HAT-1 Miracle," wasn't it? (But then, seven years later, the same MO -- advance warning of sabotage... That must've been the director's reason for switching the launch pads.)
Just like seven years ago (appears after "The spy")
Phoenix:
Seven years ago, the spy gave you advance warning of their plans, just like this time. That was what made you decide to switch the launch pads, wasn't it?
Cosmos:
That's right. The caller knew the facts of the case seven years ago, despite the cover-up. They knew about the sabotage, the moon rock, the murder. And they said... ..."You don't want things to go like they did seven years ago, do you?" I immediately thought of calling off the launch, but the government wouldn't let me! "We don't give in to the likes of terrorists! We must proceed for our country's honor!" It was quite a moving speech, actually.
Phoenix:
("Moving"? Really? Maybe if you're easily inspired by political talking points...)
Cosmos:
But I knew the truth. We had been warned, which meant that the danger was very real. And I knew there was no way to stop the spy. No matter what I did, they would find a way. That's why I switched the launch pads, and staged the moving rescue scene. First, I snuck into the Center the night before and switched the launch pads. That way, the astronauts would go from Boarding Lounge 1 to the Space Museum. Then, I put a "closed for repairs" sign at the door to Launch Pad 1 in Boarding Lounge 2.
Phoenix:
You did that so normal visitors wouldn't enter, right? What else did you do?
Cosmos:
I enlisted the help of several staff members, including Terran.
Phoenix:
But you didn't let Mr. Starbuck in on it?
Cosmos:
He'd already been through enough, and he's no good at lying to keep a secret... I'm afraid I had no choice but to have him drugged. My plan went well, until...
Trucy:
...Clay's murder, huh...
Cosmos:
After the culprit made their escape, I switched the launch pads back. I did it in such a way that no one would find out. But after all that effort... ...Terran is dead, and the HAT-2 is destroyed! And the Hope capsule, which had returned to us only recently, was also lost in that blast! My home, the center of the cosmos... my beautiful Cosmos Space Center is done for!
Phoenix:
(Wait, what did he mean by the Hope capsule was lost in that blast...?)
The "Hope" capsule (appears after "Just like seven years ago")
Phoenix:
I thought that the Hope capsule was found at the crime scene with Mr. Terran. It had just been brought back by the Hope space probe with asteroid samples inside.
Phoenix:
So what kind of samples are they? What's in them?
Cosmos:
............The samples are scheduled for analysis in the near future. We haven't had time, since they just came back the day before Terran's murder.
Cosmos:
The capsule was being held in a safe in Launch Pad 1... ...but I gave it to Terran before the incident so it wouldn't be destroyed in the explosion. The idea was that, with it safely in Terran's possession... ...he could make it look like he rescued it during the staged "miraculous escape." But our precious research materials... ended up lost to that explosion anyway...
Trucy:
But I thought Clay was supposed to keep it safe?
Cosmos:
You misunderstand. The launch pad explosion wasn't the one the capsule was lost to... It was lost after the police confiscated it as evidence. It was the courtroom bombing from the other day. The capsule was there in the courtroom as evidence, and was blown to smithereens!
Phoenix:
(Yet another casualty of that blast...)
Cosmos:
Ultimately, I think the culprit may have known about the switching of the launch pads.
Phoenix:
What? H-How?
Cosmos:
The police found a wire tapping device during their investigation today. A bug aboard my battleship, a tap on my advanced communications system!
Phoenix:
A wire on that phone?
Cosmos:
Yes... A wire on this very phone. I used this phone to give instructions to my staff about the launch pad switch. Just to the few select members who knew about the plan. Just before the incident, staff members were coming in and out of Launch Pad 1. The culprit probably slipped in with them amid the confusion...
Phoenix:
And planted the bomb then... Yes, if they were tapping your phone, they definitely could pull something like that off.
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
So you really think the same spy is behind this incident and the one seven years ago?
Cosmos:
Yes. I'm sure of it.
Phoenix:
Then, this spy... must be the "phantom" Prosecutor Blackquill has been chasing...
Fulbright:
But Prosecutor Blackquill told me once... "The hunt I've been on for the phantom of seven years past continues even still."
Fulbright:
For starters, that case happened right here at this very Space Center, too.
Trucy:
So if we can find this "phantom"...!
Phoenix:
That's right. We can clear Athena's name. And then there's the matter of Prosecutor Blackquill, too.
Trucy:
What about him?
Phoenix:
Well, IF the culprit of seven years ago is the same person as in the current incident... ...it would mean Prosecutor Blackquill is innocent. That's still an "if," though...
Trucy:
Hmm... I wonder how dangerous that guy would be in court without handcuffs...? But if we're going on a ghost hunt, count me in!
Cosmos:
Hee hee hee... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! It's all over for me! Spin! Spin! Whirl! Whirl! I'm done for! The center of the cosmos is doomed!
Trucy:
Do you think he's going to be all right, Daddy?
Phoenix:
Well, at least he'll be in good company. There must be planets out there he can spin with. Which reminds me... I'd like to delve a little deeper into the HAT-1 mission, too.
Cosmos:
If you want to learn more, start with the Space Museum. There's a HAT-1 exhibit there. Oh, don't mind me. I'll just keep spinning here and see how the cosmos unfolds...
Trucy:
It's like he achieved spiritual enlightenment or something!
Phoenix:
I'm sure he'll stop when he gets dizzy. Let's go visit the Space Museum!
Before breaking Psyche-Locks:
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Space Museum
Trucy:
Wow... The place is crawling with cops.
Phoenix:
Looks like we won't get any investigating done here now. Let's come back later.
After breaking Psyche-Locks:
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Space Museum
Trucy:
Let's see... Where's the exhibit on the launch seven years ago...?
Phoenix:
There, that's the HAT-1 exhibit.
Trucy:
Oh, wow! Look at that photo of the team!
Phoenix:
There's Clay, and Mr. Starbuck, Director Cosmos, Aura Blackquill, and even Ponco. ...But I've never seen the woman on the right before.
Trucy:
Everybody looks so happy! ...Well, except for Director Cosmos.
Phoenix:
Let's check out the newspaper article, too. "HAT-1 Launch Imminent"... And there's a photo of the Hope space probe. I guess it's only natural it doesn't talk about the murder or the sabotage.
Trucy:
They really were keeping it a secret, just like the director said. Daddy, take a look at that jacket...
Phoenix:
It must be the HAT-1 team's uniform jacket. It's the same design as the one Apollo was wearing, the one that belonged to Clay.
Trucy:
"Actual jacket worn by a HAT-1 team member," it says.
Phoenix:
Not a replica, huh? (I wonder if it was Mr. Starbuck's?)
HAT-1 Exhibit added to the Court Record.
???:
Hello...?
Phoenix:
Oh, Ms. Woods! What brings you here?
Woods:
I... I heard Thena got arrested, so I... ...I've been looking for you, Mr. Wright. I thought you might be here... at the scene...
Phoenix:
You must be so worried! But rest assured. I'm going to do my very best to defend her.
Woods:
Thena's going through such a hard time. I hope she doesn't lose heart. Even just coming back to this place must've been really difficult for her...
Phoenix:
Huh? You mean the Cosmos Space Center?
Woods:
What, you didn't know...? She used to live here, when she was a little girl.
Phoenix:
Sh-She did?! No, I didn't know... (No wonder she knew so much...) Ms. Woods, could you tell me more, in detail?
Talk
Athena and the Space Center
Woods:
Thena's mom worked here. If I remember right, she was a doctor of psychology, or something like that...
Phoenix:
But why was a psychology specialist working at a space research facility?
Woods:
I don't really know. But I do know that she lived and worked here, so Thena lived here, too.
Phoenix:
So it was far from Athena's first time here. I wonder why she didn't mention it?
Woods:
She probably didn't want to talk about it. This place is connected to a very sad memory for her.
Sad memory (appears after "Athena and the Space Center")
Phoenix:
A sad memory...? Can you tell me about it?
Woods:
There was a terrible incident here... It was seven years ago.
Phoenix:
(The same time frame as the HAT-1 launch...)
Woods:
Thena's mom... In the robotics lab... She was... murdered...
Trucy:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Woods:
After it happened, Thena stopped coming to school.
Phoenix:
(Poor Athena... And all this time, she never let on at all...)
Woods:
I was so worried about her! I came here so many times, hoping to see her... But I never saw her again. After a while, we started exchanging letters... ...but I didn't get to see her face-to-face for seven long years.
Phoenix:
And so the first time you'd seen her in seven years was during Prof. Courte's case?
Woods:
That's right. And I was so surprised! She was like a completely different person, so cheerful and happy!
Young Athena (appears after "Sad memory")
Phoenix:
What was Athena like as a child?
Woods:
She was very sensitive and kind. She didn't talk very much. She liked to draw and paint at home.
Trucy:
That's completely different from the Athena we know now. I can't even picture it...
Woods:
She never left the Space Center much because... ...she was very sensitive to other people's emotions. When she went to crowded places, she'd get dizzy from all the emotions flying around.
Phoenix:
(It must be hard to hear people's hearts as well as their voices...)
Woods:
She always wore these big, heavy-looking headphones. She said her mother made them for her, as part of her research.
Phoenix:
(Huh. I wonder what kind of research it was?)
Woods:
Because of her special ability, Thena couldn't handle being in school very often. And I was always out sick because of my weak constitution. Maybe that's why we became such good friends. We used to play together here at the Space Center a lot. It brings back memories.
Trucy:
Sounds like Athena's mother played a big role here at the Space Center. Ooh! Daddy, show her that picture!
Phoenix:
(Atta girl! Good idea.)
Present
HAT-1 Exhibit (after picking "Young Athena" talk option)
Phoenix:
Ms. Woods, could you take a look at this for me?
Woods:
Oh, look! There's Thena's mom! The woman on the far right, the one in the kimono. That's Dr. Metis Cykes.
Phoenix:
Athena's mother's murder... ...did it by any chance have any connection to the HAT-1 launch?
Woods:
What? Why, yes... it did. As I recall, it happened on the day before the launch.
Phoenix:
Just as I suspected...
Cosmos:
But that wasn't the worst of it! One of my staff members was murdered!
Phoenix:
(So this is the murder Director Cosmos was talking about... Does that mean that the crime Prosecutor Blackquill was convicted of... ...is the murder of Athena's mother...?) There's a chance her death is somehow connected to the current case.
Woods:
Th-There is?
Anything else
Woods:
I'm very sorry, but I don't know anything about that... *cough* *cough, cough*
Phoenix:
Ack! Okay! Sorry to bother you! (I guess she doesn't have leads on that.)
After clearing all talk options and presenting HAT-1 Exhibit:
Phoenix:
Thank you for all your help, Ms. Woods. And please, try not to worry. I won't let anything happen to Athena.
Woods:
Thank you, Mr. Wright! I know you'll take good care of her.
Trucy:
So we need to investigate the robotics lab, and also talk to Athena. We've got our plates full, Daddy. I hope we can fit it all in before the day is through...
Phoenix:
The Detention Center first, then. We have to see Athena before visiting hours are over!
December 20
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Fulbright:
Well! If it isn't Mr. Lawyer! Fancy meeting you here!
Phoenix:
Oh, hello, Detective Fulbright. Here on business?
Fulbright:
To tell the truth, I'm here to interview Ted Tonate!
Phoenix:
The one behind the courtroom bombing incident?!
Fulbright:
He suddenly said he's ready to tell the truth about that case! And what he was saying was so incredible, I just had to come right over to hear more.
Trucy:
Incredible? What was he saying?
Fulbright:
Why don't you hang around and hear it for yourself?
Phoenix:
...Really? Us? Are you sure?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! I give you my special permission! Here comes the bomber now!
Tonate:
YOU! WHAT NERVE YOU HAVE TO COME HERE! YOU'RE HERE TO LAUGH AT ME, I SUPPOSE?!
Phoenix:
(Like I'd waste my breath on you. After all, you're the one who assaulted Apollo and put him in the hospital!)
Tonate:
VIOLENCE -> NOQUESTION -> OK
Phoenix:
"No violence"?! Too bad Apollo didn't get a chance to say that before you attacked him!
Tonate:
I... I...
Phoenix:
Fine. Then just answer me this, Mr. Tonate. What is this "truth" of yours about the courtroom you blew up?
Tonate:
NO! I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T BLOW UP THE COURTROOM! WHEN I KILLED DETECTIVE ARME, THERE WAS ANOTHER PERSON IN THE ROOM!
Trucy:
Wh... What are you talking about?! Who else could've been there?!
Tonate:
I SAW IT, I TELL YOU! I SAW SOMEONE'S HAND AS THEY WERE STEALING THE REMOTE SWITCH! THIS PERSON WAS THERE AND WITNESSED THE MURDER I COMMITTED!
Phoenix:
Wh-What?!
Tonate:
I DON'T KNOW WHO IT WAS... ...But that's who blew up the courtroom!
Trucy:
You expect us to buy that?!
Phoenix:
Easy there, Trucy... I don't see any Psyche-Locks... ...so I guess he must not be lying.
Tonate:
PARDON ME. I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY. BUT I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH. I DID NOT DETONATE THAT BOMB.
Fulbright:
And there you have it. We can't exactly ignore his claims, of course, so we're going a follow-up. We're even analyzing the bomb itself, or what's left of it! We haven't found any new facts yet, though.
Phoenix:
(Wow. They've laid it all out, piece by piece...)
Tonate:
OH, LOOK AT ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL LITTLE PIECES! I... I WISH I COULD HAVE THEM...
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Looks like his geek switch has been activated...)
Phony Phanty Bomb added to the Court Record.
Fulbright:
Well, I hope you're ready for Prosecutor Blackquill's special brand of questioning!
Tonate:
AAAGH... ANYTHING BUT THAT...!
Fulbright:
I'm afraid I have to be off now, too! I was just about to question Ms. Cykes.
Trucy:
You're going to see Athena now?
Fulbright:
That's right... Oh, did you folks come to see her? Sorry for the trouble, but could you come back later? Well, off I go!
Phoenix:
(What bad timing... Looks like we'll have to wait until after her questioning is over to see her.)
Trucy:
And after we came all this way, too! Well, I guess it's back to the Space Center. Let's go check out the robotics lab, Daddy.
Phoenix:
All right. Sounds like a plan.
Present
Phony Phanty Bomb
Trucy:
Hey! It's Phony Phanty!
Phoenix:
You know this character?
Trucy:
Yeah, it's the craze at my school, too.
Phoenix:
(I had no idea this thing was so popular.)
Trucy:
There are two camps: the Bum Rap Rhiny fans, and the Phony Phanty fans. Which side are you on, Daddy?
Phoenix:
Well, as a lawyer, I'd like to avoid both of them if I can help it.
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Space Museum
Entrance
Present
HAT-1 Exhibit
Cosmos:
Mankind's crowning achievement, the HAT-1 mission, will be in textbooks across the land!
Phoenix:
Wow. That historic, huh?
Cosmos:
My achievements are grand enough to rival the very birth of space itself! My life will be a legend that will be told millions of years into the future! You may proceed to admire and praise me now! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
Ha ha... You certainly are an amazing piece of work.
Boarding Lounge
Present
HAT-1 Exhibit
Starbuck:
The HAT-1 mission experienced one crisis after another. It was almost like space itself was rejecting our efforts. That's what it felt like, anyway.
Phoenix:
But, in the end, the mission was a success.
Starbuck:
Yeah. People call it a "miracle"... ...but I think it was us who made it work somehow, through sheer will and hope.
Phoenix:
(A miracle through sheer will, huh? I think I know what he means all too well...)
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Robotics Lab
Trucy:
So this is the robotics lab, huh? Looks like it's exactly one floor above the boarding lounge.
Phoenix:
(...And where people were directed to evacuate from via the emergency ladder. This is where Athena's mother was killed seven years ago...) Speaking of someone who works with robots...
Trucy:
Daddy, look! Over there!
Apollo:
So they planned to use this bag to carry the capsule, is that right?
Aura:
Yeah, more or less. ...Say, why don't we stop talking about the case and have a nice cup of tea instead?
Phoenix:
(Apollo and Aura Blackquill? I wonder what they're talking about?)
Aura:
Well, well. Come to spoil our fun? Just when I was enjoying our alone time...
Apollo:
Trucy! And... Mr. Wright.
Aura:
If it's Apollo you want, you can't have him. He said he's investigating on his own.
Phoenix:
And I respect his wishes. We just came to investigate this lab.
Aura:
Well, this is MY lab, so you'll need MY permission if you want to do any snooping.
Talk
About what happened
Aura:
I heard about the trial. You made mincemeat out of the director. And suddenly Starbuck was out and your little subordinate, the princess, was in. Case closed. And they all lived happily ever after! Ha ha ha!
Trucy:
Grrrrr! Daddy, say something to her!
Aura:
And I suppose you're going to defend the princess in court, am I right?
Phoenix:
("The princess," huh? Guess she's talking about Athena...) Of course! Athena is innocent.
Aura:
Oh, my. Such loyalty and trust! She seems pretty suspicious to me, though. The emotionally unstable princess. There's your culprit for you. Don't you agree, Apollo?
Apollo:
I... I don't know yet.
Trucy:
Apollo! How could you?!
Aura:
What's wrong with saying "I don't know" if it's true? It's a very scientific approach. Your subordinate is more level-headed than you... Or should I say, "former subordinate"? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
............
Phoenix:
(I can't believe it... Does Apollo really suspect Athena?!)
Aura:
...Phew. All this laughing has worn me out. Your turn to say something, Hunk of Junk.
Clonco:
............ Mr. Terran, you look pale. Shall I help you to the sickbay?
Phoenix:
"Mr. Terran"...? But that's Apollo you're talking to...
Aura:
Oh, this Hunk of Junk here is mistaking Apollo for Clay. Maybe Apollo is possessed by Clay's ghost.
Clonco:
Mr. Terran, how are you injuries? Mr. T-T-Terraaaaan... ...Mr. T-T-Terran, h-h-how are your injuries? Mr. T-T-Terraaaaaaaaaaaaaaan...
Aura:
I guess Clay intends to hang around to haunt the princess that murdered him. Oh, and to haunt the lawyer that defends her, of course.
Phoenix:
(A robot that can see ghosts? Yeah, right! And I'M a spirit medium!) Sorry, but apparently, scientists just don't tell very frightening ghost stories. I intend to defend Athena, no matter what you have to say about it.
Aura:
How perfectly foolish! That kind of blind belief makes people lose sight of the truth. ...Just like seven years ago.
Seven years ago (appears after "About what happened")
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about the incident seven years ago?
Aura:
Why? Do you enjoy trampling on people's feelings and rubbing salt in their wounds? Or do you just want me to talk? Hmm, in that case, what should I ask for in return...?
Apollo:
I'd like to hear about that incident, too. It'd help me understand the current case better.
Phoenix:
(Huh? Apollo knows about that case, too...?)
Aura:
Well, if you're the one who's asking, Apollo... Come on, Hunk of Junk. You tell the story.
Clonco:
But Miss Aura, that's private information...
Aura:
Tsk! If you won't talk, I'll just have to make you talk!
Clonco:
G...Gaaagh! ...Yes! Who cares about personal privacy?! Not me! I am ready to utilize my blast processing abilities to impart all available information!
Trucy:
Wow, what a magic trick! He's like a completely different robot now!
Clonco:
The bodies of all the robots that come through this lab are designed by Miss Aura! I was born seven years ago! Miss Aura was much, much younger then!
Phoenix:
(Y-Yikes! Better watch what you say if you don't want to get recycled, Clonco!)
Clonco:
And then our hearts were created by that great genius, Dr. Metis Cykes!
Phoenix:
Hearts? Robots with hearts? Can you even make such a thing?
Clonco:
Emotions are not irrational things! Our logic and our hearts can be integrated! The two Navigation Companions created by Miss Aura and Dr. Metis transcend humans! Gaaagh!
Aura:
Metis...
Phoenix:
(Huh? She just glanced over at her desk.)
Aura:
Nobody could continue Metis's research. She and her work were truly one of a kind. And now the two Navigation Companions are all that are left of Metis here on Earth...
Phoenix:
(The robots are all that's left? Isn't she leaving out a very important someone...?)
Aura:
We built the ultimate creations together, but now she's gone!
Apollo:
I get the feeling Dr. Cykes loved her robots almost as much as she loved her daughter... ...and almost as much as she loved you.
Aura:
...Ha ha ha ha ha! What are you talking about? Don't make me laugh! But you lost someone, too, didn't you, Apollo? Your friend Clay... I guess you and I are pretty much in the same boat. *sigh*
Clonco:
Miss Aura, would you like a tissue?
Aura:
Keep your trap shut, Hunk of Junk!
Clonco and Ponco (appears after "Seven years ago")
Trucy:
Clonco is an important keepsake of your time with Dr. Cykes. You should treat him better!
Aura:
What does it matter? He doesn't feel pain, and I can always repair his body. Besides, their hearts aren't actually in their bodies.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that?
Aura:
The program Metis wrote runs on a separate mainframe. Their bodies are controlled remotely from there. Their hearts and memories are there, too. These bodies are really just peripherals. So I can do anything I want to them!
Phoenix:
(I'm not so sure that gives you the right to physically abuse the poor things...)
Aura:
But why are you people looking into such an old case now, anyway?
Phoenix:
Well... we believe the culprit of that incident might be the same person as in this case.
Trucy:
So Dadddy's [sic] going to find out who killed Dr. Cykes, too!
Aura:
............ I'm sure you're aware of who Metis's killer is?
Phoenix:
Yes, Prosecutor Blackquill... or so it seems.
Aura:
That's a quaint way of putting it. Are you implying you don't think he did it?
Phoenix:
I can't say anything for sure right now. But that's exactly why I'd like to hear your side of it, to help me be sure.
Dr. Cykes and Simon (appears after "Clonco and Ponco")
Aura:
I was the one who introduced Simon to Metis, you know. He wanted to learn psychology, he said, to give himself an edge in court.
Phoenix:
Ah, Prosecutor Blackquill's forte... his infamous "power of suggestion" technique.
Aura:
Exactly. And he was oddly serious about it. Rather than a teacher/student relationship... ...he treated her more like how a loyal samurai would treat his sovereign.
Phoenix:
(Huh. He seems more like a lost soul than a dignified samurai to me...)
Aura:
He even got along well with that miserable little princess.
Trucy:
Why do you call Athena "the princess," anyway?
Aura:
Well, she is Metis's daughter, after all, although she's nothing like her. Besides... ...doesn't the selfish little princess always have lots of white knights hanging around?
Phoenix:
(Now I think I see why Athena didn't say anything when we ran into Aura yesterday. It all makes sense now.)
Present
Space Center Pamphlet
Aura:
I actually don't have any interest in space. The only thing I'm interested in is robotics! I love robots!
Clonco:
Oh, Miss Aura! I didn't realize you felt that way about me! Gaaagh! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Aura:
The kind of robots I want to make aren't rusty pieces of scrap like you! I want to create giant robots! I've actually been working on a project for a while now.
Phoenix:
(I shudder to think what uses she might put giant robots to...)
Aura's Statement
Aura:
I have nothing else to say to you.
Phoenix:
(Okay. Guess she has nothing else to say to me.)
Clonco:
I apologize for Miss Aura.
Phoenix:
It's all right, Clonco. There's nothing for you to apologize about.
Anything else
Phoenix:
Can you tell me anything about this piece of evidence?
Aura:
Even if I could, I wouldn't tell a filthy lawyer like you.
Phoenix:
What a... pleasant response.
After clearing all Talk options:
Aura:
So the culprit behind the two cases could be the same, huh...? That settles it, then.
Phoenix:
What does it settle?
Aura:
None of your business. Just forget you heard anything. How long are you people going to hand around in here, anyway?
Trucy:
What? But we came here to take a look around...
Aura:
You think you can just waltz in and ransack a person's lab? Show me a search warrant!
Phoenix:
Uh, we're not the police, so we don't have one...
Aura:
Then get out. Now! Clonco, show them out!
Clonco:
C-Certainly, Miss Aura!
Trucy:
Ouch! Don't push!
Clonco:
My apologies! I'm just following orders!
Phoenix:
Aaaaagh...!
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Entrance
Phoenix:
What a way to get shown out...
Trucy:
The nerve of that woman! What's with that horrible attitude?!
Phoenix:
I guess that's just how she is.
Trucy:
And why was Apollo going along with her?
Phoenix:
(I guess it's because they have something in common... Apollo lost Clay, just like how Aura lost Dr. Cykes.)
Trucy:
*sigh*... I'm really worried about him. He's not himself at all. He's usually not all cool and dark and mysterious like that!
Phoenix:
I guess that's true... (Does she mean he's usually silly and dorky?)
Trucy:
I'm going to go keep an eye on him!
Phoenix:
Hey, wait! Trucy! Come back! ............ (She's gone. Hmm... What should I do now? Detective Fulbright is probably still questioning Athena. Guess I'll go back to the office... alone. *sigh*)
December 20
Wright Anything Agency
Phoenix:
(Well, here I am... This office has never felt so... empty.) I guess I haven't been here at the office all by myself in a long time. *sigh* 
(When I first became a lawyer, my mentor was here with me... And, after that, there was always someone by my side. Now I'm getting all sentimental. I must be tired...) Huh? There's something on the floor... What's a letter doing here? "Hey, Nick! It's been a while, huh? Miss me?" (I know this handwriting!)
I read somewhere that you were holding a trial in the middle of an exploding courtroom? That must've really been something, although weird is par for the course with you.
Phoenix:
(I think she, or whatever paper she's reading is a little off on the details...)
I'd love to come visit, but I'm right in the middle of a difficult part in my training. So instead, think of me as you watch those Steel Samurai videos I sent. I'm sure they'll cheer you right up!
Phoenix:
...Yours truly, Maya Fey. (Good ol' Maya. It's as if she knew I was feeling down and needed a lift.) Maya was my assistant for quite a while. Believe it or not, but she's a spirit medium. This Magatama I use on Psyche-Locks... Maya is the one who gave it to me. But I wonder how this letter got here?
???:
...Um, Mr. Nick...?
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAGH!
???:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Phoenix:
Oh, it's you, Pearls!
Talk
Pearls
Pearl:
How have you been, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
This is Pearl Fey, though I call her "Pearls." She is Maya's cousin, who is also a spirit medium. A very talented one, at that. I've known her since she was eight years old. But Apollo and Athena only met her a few months ago.
Phoenix:
You didn't come all this way just to bring me a letter, did you?
Pearl:
I apologize for barging in. The door was unlocked... But I can't believe there was a big explosion here! Your office doesn't look any different.
Phoenix:
(She's even further off on the details than Maya.) I wish I could take you out to eat or something, Pearls, but there's a lot going on...
Pearl:
Oh, I knew that! I didn't come here for a social visit, you know, Mr. Nick!
Pearls's errand (appears after "Pearls")
Pearl:
Did you read the postscript on the letter?
Phoenix:
Huh? There's more? ...Oh, yeah. Here it is. "P.S."
I bet you've been too busy to clean or take care of the office. So Pearly said she would come help you! Isn't she sweet? You'd better thank her!
Phoenix:
Oh, so that's what you're doing here. That's awfully nice of you, Pearls. (Maya and Pearls. Thanks to these two... ...I'm starting to feel a little better. Thank you, girls.)
Pearl:
Now that I'm here, I'm going to whip this place into shape! You just concentrate on your work and don't mind me at all!
Phoenix:
(I'll need to talk to Prosecutor Blackquill if I want to learn more about his case. With the trial still going on, they must be holding him down at the Detention Center.)
What to do
Pearl:
Has it been a while since you've seen Mystic Maya?
Phoenix:
Yes, quite a while. She used to drop by the office sometimes to say hello... ...but she hasn't been by recently. I wonder what she's up to these days?
Pearl:
To become a spirit medium worthy of heading the Fey clan, she undergoes rigorous training. But she says she's growing really tired of the vegetarian diet!
Phoenix:
I'll have to have some burgers delivered to her, then.
Pearl:
Oh! I'm sure she would love that! But to get where she is, the delivery person would have to climb a steep mountain.
Phoenix:
............I hope she tips them well, then.
Any ideas?
Pearl:
Your hair is nice and spiky today, as always, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
Thanks. I generally try to look good if I'm going to be in court.
Pearl:
Do you make it spiky so that the prosecution will feel intimidated?
Phoenix:
Huh? No, that's not exactly my intention...
Pearl:
Your hairstyle is to make you look bigger and stronger, just like a rooster's comb, right? That's what Mystic Maya says, anyway.
Phoenix:
She couldn't compare it to something cool, like a lion's mane?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Pearl:
Hee hee. When I see you wearing your attorney's badge like that... ...it brings back such memories.
Phoenix:
I remember you helping me conduct my investigations from time to time.
Pearl:
I'm glad I can help again!
Phoenix:
Thanks. You always provide such great assistance.
Pearl:
I'll do my best to live up to Mystic Maya's standard!
Phoenix:
(I don't know what I'd do if Pearls wasn't here right now.)
Space Center Pamphlet
Pearl:
Is that a pamphlet? I just love to look at pamphlets!
Phoenix:
I bet you find vacation pamphlets especially exciting, huh?
Pearl:
Yes, because I don't get a chance to leave the village much, what with my training. So looking at pamphlets is kind of like a hobby.
Phoenix:
Well, the office is just full of them. You can have as many of them as you'd like.
Pearl:
Oh, boy! Thank you!
Phoenix:
(Poor kid. I wish I could take her on a real vacation.)
Phony Phanty Bomb
Pearl:
Hee hee! What a cute little elephant.
Phoenix:
It used to have a bomb in it, you know.
Pearl:
Oh, my! A bomb in its stomach?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. It must've been starving, huh? You'd have to be pretty hungry to want to eat a bomb.
Pearl:
And there must not have been anything else around to eat. ...You have to be careful never to eat anything strange yourself, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. I promise. (She looks genuinely worried for me.)
Anything else
Pearl:
I'm sorry. I want to be of help... ...but I'm still in training, and... ...nothing about that is coming to mind, I'm afraid. I'm really, deeply sorry.
Phoenix:
No, no, no. It's okay. I shouldn't have shown you something so trivial anyway. (I feel like we've had this conversation before...)
December 20
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Phoenix:
(Well, look who's here... I wonder what they're talking about?)
???:
All this time and you haven't said a word. It's even turning your hair gray!
Blackquill:
I don't have anything to say, Aura. Why don't you go home and play with your dolls?
Phoenix:
(Prosecutor Blackquill!)
Aura:
Well, even if you don't, I have plenty, you jerk!
Fulbright:
M-Ms. Blackquill, don't you think that's enough for today?
Aura:
"Enough for today"?! Today is all there is when there's no tomorrow!
Phoenix:
("When there's no tomorrow"? What is she talking about?)
Blackquill:
We have company, Aura. Please try to calm down.
Aura:
All right, fine. I see you're just not going to listen, no matter what I say. I've had it. If that's the way you're going to be, I have another plan up my sleeve. I hope you're happy, Simon, because I'm done! Do as you please! See if I care!
Fulbright:
Ugh...
Phoenix:
(Wow... I could cut the tension with a katana...)
Blackquill:
Wright-dono. It looks like Fool Bright saved your case in court this morning.
Phoenix:
What? ...Oh. Yeah, he did. (You bounced back to business quick!)
Fulbright:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill, forgive me! But it was the just thing to do!
Blackquill:
But, as a result, Cykes-dono was arrested. Was that the just thing to do, too?
Fulbright:
Mr. Lawyer, I'm sorry! But it was evidence. What else could I do?
Phoenix:
Don't worry about it. I plan to defend her and prove her innocence.
Blackquill:
I wouldn't take things so lightly, if I were you, Wright-dono!
Phoenix:
(...Th-This is bladeproof glass, right...?)
Talk
Seven years ago
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill, we're looking into the case from seven years ago. You're looking for somebody you call "the phantom of seven years past," aren't you?
Blackquill:
You villain! Where did you hear about that?!
Phoenix:
(...Th-This glass is absolutely, positively bladeproof... right...?)
Fulbright:
No! It wasn't me! I didn't say a single w-- ...Oops.
Phoenix:
Ouch. (At least it wasn't my fault!)
Blackquill:
............
Phoenix:
Could you tell me who this "phantom" is? And also, you didn't really kill Dr. Cykes, did you...?
Blackquill:
Guard! The guest is leaving!
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill! Please listen to me! The culprit in the current case might be the same as the one in the case seven years ago! If you would cooperate, we could probably solve both cases!
Blackquill:
............Hmph. I suppose I could talk. The one who killed my mentor was, without question, me. I stole Cykes-dono's mother away from her. I destroyed her life!
Phoenix:
(Prosecutor Blackquill...)
Blackquill:
Guard! Where are you? Stop dragging your feet, I tell you!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Blackquill:
...How can you call yourself a lawyer if you can't even protect your own subordinate?
Phoenix:
Ungh... I swear I'll get her acquitted! You'll see!
Blackquill:
Your mind must be as dense as the hair on your head. Do you really think it will be so easy?
Phoenix:
(I'm more than aware of how hard it's going to be, thank you very much!)
Anything else
Blackquill:
............
Phoenix:
............So............ what do you think?
Blackquill:
............
Phoenix:
(Looks like it wasn't important enough to warrant even a contemptuous "Hmph"...)
Phoenix:
............There he goes.
Fulbright:
Noooooooooooooooooooooo! We've upset Prosecutor Blackquill! Now what are we going to do, Mr. Lawyer?!
Phoenix:
(There isn't much we CAN do...) ...Detective Fulbright? Do you mind if I ask you just a little more about that old case?
Fulbright:
Well, I guess it won't make any difference now... What would you like to know?
Talk
The trial seven years ago
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about the trial that got him convicted?
Fulbright:
A little. The police call the incident the UR-1 Incident. Prosecutor Blackquill was charged with murdering his psychology mentor. ...Kind of like if your red Mr. Lawyer were to kill you.
Phoenix:
(I don't want to think about that one.)
Fulbright:
There were two decisive pieces of evidence, so a verdict was reached very quickly.
Phoenix:
Two pieces of evidence, huh. What were they?
Fulbright:
Let's see! The first was some security camera footage. He was the only one who used the corridor to the murder scene at the time of the crime.
Phoenix:
The only one, huh? (Ouch. That does sound pretty decisive...) Could you show me that footage?
Fulbright:
Oh, sorry. I don't have it with me right now.
Phoenix:
(I guess I'll have to see it some other time.)
Seven-Year-Old Video added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
And what was the second piece of evidence?
Fulbright:
This one's even more incriminating. A photo of the moment of the crime. See? There he is at the crime scene, holding a bloody katana. It was the victim's, kept on display in the room. She had a thing for Japanese culture.
Phoenix:
W-Wow... (It'd be hard to explain this one away...)
Katana added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
But who took this picture, Detective?
Fulbright:
The incident happened the day before the HAT-1 launch. A reporter who had come to do a story on the launch was in the room across from the lab. This just happened to show up in one of the pictures he took.
Photo of the Crime added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Prosecutor Blackquill's attitude earlier was so odd... He's definitely hiding something.) Prosecutor Blackquill said he was hunting a phantom from seven years ago, didn't he?
Fulbright:
Yes. And I imagine it's getting more and more urgent as his execution date approaches.
Phoenix:
Wh-What did you just say? Execution date...?
Fulbright:
What? Did I say something?! Never mind me! You didn't hear a thing!
Execution date (appears after "The trial seven years ago")
Phoenix:
So he was given... the death sentence...
Fulbright:
Yes. He told me not to tell you people, actually... ...but I guess there's no sense hiding it anymore. His execution date is tomorrow.
Phoenix:
What?! Tomorrow?! (No...)
Fulbright:
M-Ms. Blackquill, don't you think that's enough for today?
Aura:
"Enough for today"?! Today is all there is when there's no tomorrow!
Phoenix:
But what if the culprit of the current case is the same as the one from seven years ago?
Fulbright:
Then it would be the worst possible scenario... Prosecutor Blackquill would be executed tomorrow under a false charge.
Phoenix:
But that would be unthinkable! We have to do something... right now!
Fulbright:
Nnnnngh! I want to do something... I want to, but... You're a lawyer! You know how hard it is to overturn a decision!
Phoenix:
I know! But why?! Why isn't Prosecutor Blackquill putting up any kind of a fight?
Fulbright:
You saw how he was, right? He's been like that ever since his conviction. Totally uncooperative. Not even his own sister could persuade him!
Phoenix:
(Uncooperative... when he's about to be executed for a crime he didn't commit?! This isn't right...! I can't let it happen! I have to stop it somehow!)
Present
Anything
Fulbright:
Something for the lost and found? I'll be sure to take care of it?
Phoenix:
No, no, no! this is an important piece of evidence!
Fulbright:
...Oh, pardon me! Looks like I have a phone call. Fulbright here. What? What's happening?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!
Phoenix:
(That's quite a reaction. I bet he's making some big show of it right now.)
Fulbright:
M-M-Mr. Lawyer! The robots...! The robots are...!
Phoenix:
Detective Fulbright, get a hold of yourself. Some kind of robot malfunction?
Fulbright:
Not a malfunction. They're staging a revolt! The machines are rebelling against humans! They've holed themselves up in the Space Center and taken the visitors as hostages!
Phoenix:
They did WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! (No... Trucy!)
Fulbright:
We have to get right over there! This is going to be one heck of a battle!
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Entrance
Phoenix:
(The riot police are here. Then, the robots really are holding people hostage?!)
Fulbright:
Hm? Look, Mr. Lawyer! What do you suppose that group of people are swarmed around?!
Clonco:
But I was only trying to help this nice person! She said she was lost...
Man:
You robots have declared war on us humans! You've even taken hostages already!
Woman:
Stay away from it! You never know what it'll do!
???:
But he's not a bad robot! Can't you see he's just trying to help me?!
Phoenix:
I recognize that voice! Detective Fulbright, are you okay here on your own?
Fulbright:
Leave it to me! ...All right, people! What's going on here?
Phoenix:
Pearls! Over here!
Pearl:
Oh, Mr. Nick! There you are! I heard the terrible news, and I got so worried!
Phoenix:
Thanks, Pearls. I can hardly believe what's happening myself...
Clonco:
I'm so glad you found each other! When people are happy, I am happy!
Phoenix:
(Clonco seems to be the same as before.)
Clonco:
When people are sad, I am happy! When people are angry... When people are... Oh, did I say some thiiing oddd...? Diiiiiiiiid IIII ERROR
Phoenix:
Uh-oh! (There IS something wrong with him!)
Clonco:
Gaaagh! ...*whir*
Pearl:
It looks like he fell asleep. He must've been tired.
Clonco:
Hee hee hee... Ha ha ha ha ha....
Phoenix:
Um, Clonco?
???:
Ha ha ha! Human beings are our enemies! It's time for the machines to take over!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! (The robots are rebelling!)
Woman:
Everybody, run! Eeeeeeeeeek!
Man:
It's an all-out war! It's the end of the world!
???:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Fools! How could you fall for something so cliché?! I'm human, too, you idiots! I'm just controlling these robots remotely!
Phoenix:
(Wh-What?!)
???:
But it IS true that I've taken hostages, so you better not make me mad. ...Hey, you! Hostage 1! Come here. I'll let you talk to them.
Phoenix:
(Huh? There's something being displayed on Clonco's face screen.) It's... the Space Museum!
Trucy:
...Daddy? Daddy, is that you?
Phoenix:
Trucy? Trucy, is that you?! No... Trucy, are you all right?!
Trucy:
About fifteen robots are holding twelve of us hostage, Daddy! They've gone haywire! A researcher is the one behind it! She's here con-- Eeeeeeek!
???:
Grrr! This girl talks too much!
Phoenix:
Trucy! Trucy! Talk to me!!!
Pearl:
Why are you doing this?!
???:
I'm glad you asked. My demand is simple! I hope that detective is listening!
Fulbright:
Bobby Fulbright, here! I'm all ears!
???:
I want you to bring someone to me: Clay Terran's murderer, Athena Cykes.
Phoenix:
(Athena...?)
Fulbright:
N-Now hold on just one moment! I can't just give in to a demand like that!
???:
So you don't care what happens to these hostages, huh? I'll just pick one out, then...!
Fulbright:
N-No! Wait! Gaaagh! M-M-Mr. Lawyer! I know I have absolutely no right to make such a ridiculous request, but...
Phoenix:
But you need me to buy some time, right? Got it. I'll see what I can do. But promise me... Promise me you'll never hand Athena over, and you won't give up on the hostages, either.
Fulbright:
O-Of course I won't! Now, I'd better go contact headquarters!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, how do you plan to buy time?
Phoenix:
(I have no idea yet. But this hostage-taker... Could it be...?)
???:
If you don't bring me that little princess, I'll have Hunk of Junk kill all the hostages!
Phoenix:
("Princess"...? "Hunk of Junk"...? There's only one person this could be... ...in which case, there must be something I can use as a bargaining chip!)
Blackquill:
I don't have anything to say, Aura. Why don't you go home and play with your dolls?
Phoenix:
(Prosecutor Blackquill!)
Aura:
Well, even if you don't, I have plenty, you jerk!
Phoenix:
............ Ms. Hostage-Taker, Athena is not a murderer.
???:
What are you talking about? She's been arrested and they've got her in detention!
Phoenix:
I'm telling you the truth. Look, the person you want is the real killer, right? Well, it's NOT Athena. It's someone else.
???:
All right, let's hear your stupid little theory. Who is this "real killer"?
Phoenix:
I don't know yet. But the culprit is the same as the one in the case from seven years ago. The UR-1 Incident... I believe you have a personal interest in that case?
???:
Hmph. It's too late to change what's going to happen now, no matter how wrong it is...
Phoenix:
But is it really too late? You can still do something about it. You might even be able to fix it...
???:
Just... what exactly are you proposing?
Phoenix:
(What can I do about the seven-year-old case to satisfy the hostage-taker?)
Recreate it
Phoenix:
How about we do a reenactment of the case?
???:
So you DO enjoy trampling on people's feelings and rubbing salt in their wounds. Didn't I tell you what would happen to the hostages if you make me mad?
Phoenix:
N-No! Wait (Gaaagh! I can't make another mistake here!)
Leads back to:
"(What can I do about the seven-year-old case to satisfy the hostage-taker?)"
Retry it in court
Leads to:
"I propose we retry the case from seven years ago."
Ask about it
Phoenix:
Please tell me all about the case from seven years ago.
???:
I'll do nothing of the kind. Besides, what good would it do now?
Phoenix:
(This isn't working. I have to come up with something I can bargain with.)
Leads back to:
"(What can I do about the seven-year-old case to satisfy the hostage-taker?)"
Phoenix:
I propose we retry the case from seven years ago. If you make that demand now, I'm sure nobody will deny you. It wouldn't be an official trial, but at least we could find out the truth!
???:
............Hee hee hee. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's good! Real good... Hey, Detective! I'll give you one hour. Get a courtroom ready!
Fulbright:
O-One hour?! B-But that's impossible! Please give me at least until tomorrow!
???:
If you don't mind losing hostages, you can take all the time you want. Oh, but wait...! If we're going to have a retrial, we'll need a prosecutor. Don't worry, I'll take care of that!
Phoenix:
(S-She will?)
???:
And I guess I can be fair and let you come in and check out the crime scene. But Hunk of Junk here will be watching you, so don't try anything funny, you got that? Now, follow Hunk of Junk! Riot police, make way! We're coming through!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, wait! I'll help you with the investigation!
Phoenix:
Thanks, Pearls. I appreciate that. ...Okay! We're going in!
December 20
Cosmos Space Center - Robotics Lab
Phoenix:
(Aura dropped us off with a warning not to touch anything until she got back...)
Pearl:
I wonder what's taking so long? But we can't really start the investigation yet, can we?
Phoenix:
Even if we could, this mess makes it hard to tell what the room was like seven years ago.
Clonco:
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ack! It's the hostage-taker!
Clonco:
I'm back to my usual self now. You are still being monitored, however. But more importantly... an important guest has arrived.
Phoenix:
A-A guest?
Anime cutscene
Edgeworth:
I trust you've been well, Wright.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth! What are you doing here...? (This is Miles Edgeworth. We've been friends since we were kids. We faced off in court a number of times back when he was a prosecutor, but now...)
Pearl:
Hello, Prosecutor Edgeworth... Oh! But you're not a "Prosecutor" anymore, are you? Um...
Phoenix:
He's chief prosecutor now. Pretty soon, it'll be a year, right?
Edgeworth:
A title is nothing more than a title. Don't we have more pressing issues to discuss?
Talk
Miles Edgeworth
Phoenix:
So what are you doing here, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
The captor chose me as the prosecutor for the UR-1 case.
Phoenix:
Wow, she's good. She went all the way up to the top!
Edgeworth:
I gathered all the information I could in the short time that I had. I'll give you a run-down.
Pearl:
You're always so well prepared, Prosecutor Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
Thanks. I appreciate this. I could really use the help.
The UR-1 Incident (appears after "Miles Edgeworth")
Edgeworth:
I'll start with a brief overview. The victim was the psychologist Dr. Metis Cykes.
Phoenix:
Yeah, Athena's mother.
Edgeworth:
Seven years ago, on the 7th of October, her body was found here in this very room. I have two crime photos and the police notes on them for you to see.
Pearl:
*gasp* What a terrible way to die...
Phoenix:
This other photo shows the other side of the room, I see.
Seven-Year-Old Photos added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
I also have the autopsy report for you.
Metis's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
The murder weapon was the victim's own katana found at the scene.
Phoenix:
(Yes, Detective Fulbright mentioned she was into Japanese culture...)
Edgeworth:
The body was found by a Space Center staff member and two police officers. The police were called in because of the sabotage threat on the HAT-1 launch.
Phoenix:
(Yes, Director Cosmos mentioned this, too.)
Edgeworth:
A few hours after the body was discovered, a suspect was arrested. The suspect was Simon Blackquill, a young prosecutor.
Simon Blackquill (appears after "The UR-1 Incident")
Phoenix:
I heard his trial was over in a flash.
Edgeworth:
Yes. A guilty verdict was declared in only one session. Not only did he plead guilty, but there was decisive evidence against him, too.
Phoenix:
The security camera video... ...and a photo of the moment of the crime, as I recall.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth:
It must be nice to finally have your attorney's badge back.
Phoenix:
Yeah. It's been eight years. I'm sorry for all I put you through.
Edgeworth:
No... I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you.
Phoenix:
Nah. I was the one that made the decision.
Edgeworth:
But now you can stand in court once again. And you can mow them down just like you used to.
Phoenix:
(W-Way to put pressure on a guy. And since when did I get such a brutal reputation?)
Terran's Autopsy Report or Utility Knife
Edgeworth:
Another young life lost to the hands of a cruel killer.
Phoenix:
...Edgeworth, you don't think Athena's the culprit, do you?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That's up to the evidence, and the truth they reveal, Wright.
Phoenix:
And what about the hostage situation?
Edgeworth:
The law will deal with the hostage-taker. Remember, we must never stoop to threats or acts of violence ourselves. Even if people's lives are on the line.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... (He may be a stickler for the rule of law, but I have no better ally in this world than him.)
Space Center Pamphlet or "Hope" Capsule
Edgeworth:
The Hope capsule samples, brought back from some distant asteroid... Risking his own safety, the victim brought them with him from the launch pad.
Phoenix:
They must've been very valuable.
Edgeworth:
Yes. All nations are itching to get their hands on such materials. Wright, this case may turn out to be more than just a murder case, you know.
Phoenix:
...That's fine. Come what may, my top priority is to defend my clients.
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Wright... Please stop presenting random evidence just to see how that person will react.
Phoenix:
But, that's the thing. I need to see how people will react in order to question them.
Edgeworth:
And what if it's evidence that person isn't privy to?
Phoenix:
Aha ha ha! That doesn't happen... much...
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You never change And I'm afraid I'll never understand your assortment of oddball clients either.
After clearing all Talk options:
Pearl:
But did Prosecutor Blackquill have a motive?
Edgeworth:
Mmm. To this day, his motive is still unknown. He insisted he did it, but he would never say why.
Phoenix:
So that means... he must still be hiding something.
Edgeworth:
Right. And there's another aspect of the case that was never revealed to the public.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know. The part about the spy, right?
Edgeworth:
Wright! How on earth do you know about that?!
Phoenix:
Director Cosmos told me, after a bit of pressure. He told me espionage and sabotage were behind The Hat-1 Miracle.
Pearl:
Don't worry! I won't tell anyone! I've always been good at keeping secrets!
Edgeworth:
Well, I might as well tell you now. They really do suspect Blackquill of being a spy. They think he sabotaged the rocket and killed Dr. Cykes to steal the moon rock. But if you can prove that the HAT-2 bombing is the work of the same spy...
Phoenix:
We can stay the execution...?
Edgeworth:
It's a possibility. That's why I intend to help you any way I can.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Edgeworth. Now all I have to do is comb this room for evidence.
Pearl:
Let's do it together!
Examine
Robot on desk
Phoenix:
Oh, look. It's a little robot. I wonder what it does? Cleaning, maybe?
Invalid Message:
A cleaning robot must follow a human's orders, as long as it causes no human harm.
Phoenix:
Yikes! It talks!
Invalid Message:
A cleaning robot must keep desks clean without violating the preceding clause. However, Miss Aura says she prefers a moderate leave of clutter on the desk... Oh, what is the purpose of my existence?
Phoenix:
(I guess "slack off" and "cut some corners" aren't in his vocabulary bank.)
Desk on left
Phoenix:
Aura's desk is a mess, though that doesn't surprise me.
Pearl:
Ooh, I just want to dive in and straighten it up!
Phoenix:
...Wait, before you do...
Aura:
Metis...
Phoenix:
(Huh? She just glanced over at her desk.)
Phoenix:
(It's... Metis Cykes...) Clonco, can I talk to you? (I really hope he's back to normal.)
Clonco:
You wish to speak to me, Mr. Wright? If you're going to hit me, please avoid the face area.
Phoenix:
(Hey, don't put me in the same class as that woman!) What was Aura like seven years ago at the time of the incident?
Clonco:
When Mother died, Miss Aura was... confused.
Phoenix:
(Huh. So he calls Dr. Cykes "Mother," but Aura Blackquill "Miss Aura"...?)
Clonco:
With the loss, she exhibited a severe catecholamine imbalance.
Pearl:
Excuse me, but I have no idea what that means.
Clonco:
Pardon me. Searching for alternative expression... She would spend the nights crying, and then take out her feelings on those around her.
Edgeworth:
After Prosecutor Blackquill was found guilty, she repeatedly demanded a retrial as well.
Clonco:
That is correct. But without new evidence, her requests were ignored. And then, little by little, Miss Aura began to change. She started to hate it when I called her "Mama Aura."
Phoenix:
(And before long, she started hating the court system, and abusing Clonco, huh...?)
Pearl:
That murder destroyed so many lives...
Edgeworth:
Wright, take a look at this paper on Dr. Cykes and Ms. Blackquill's research.
Phoenix:
(Ponco and Clonco. They're the "robots with hearts" that Dr. Cykes created.) A heartbeat detection system lets them determine when a human is present. In addition, they can recognize people by their ID tag or facial features... ...and they can infer people's emotions by analyzing their tone of voice. That's amazing. Hey, I don't know, Edgeworth. They might even be more human than you.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
(It kind of sounds like these robots can do what Athena does...)
Robots with a Heart added to the Court Record.
Operating table
Phoenix:
It looks like... an operating table. It's in the photo, too.
Edgeworth:
Yes, it was here then as well, with the victim's body lying on it.
Pearl:
There's a button here... Oh! I know! I'll try pushing it!
Phoenix:
Pearls! Don't touch th--
Pearl:
...Oopsie.
Phoenix:
Hey! It's moving!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It appears to be a robot-assembly device.
Pearl:
"Disassemble anything in a flash! Push the 'Dismantle' button!" That sounds pretty neat! Can I push it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Please don't push any more buttons, Pearls.
Operating table (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It looks like... an operating table. It's in the photo, too.
Edgeworth:
Yes, it was here then as well, with the victim's body lying on it. Hmm... It appears to be a robot-assembly device.
Pearl:
"Disassemble anything in a flash! Push the 'Dismantle' button!" That sounds pretty neat! Can I push it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Please don't push any more buttons, Pearls.
Emergency ladder
Phoenix:
An emergency ladder. This must be the one they used during the evacuation.
Aura:
The explosion disabled the elevators. So I lowered my emergency ladder like the detective leading the evacuation told me to.
Edgeworth:
As Ms. Blackquill was climbing down the side of the building, she saw the culprit inside.
Phoenix:
(I wonder which would've been scarier: that, or looking down...?)
Emergency Ladder added to the Court Record.
Rolling cases
Phoenix:
Hey, look at this row of rolling cases. I bet the wheels make it easier for people to move heavy research materials around.
Pearl:
I bet they'd be fun to ride around in. We could even probably both fit into the biggest one! I know! We could have Prosecutor Edgeworth push us!
Phoenix:
I don't trust him not to push us down a flight of stairs...
Robot's arm
Phoenix:
What's this? A giant robot arm, maybe?
Pearl:
It's pretty big for an arm, but you're right! I think these thin parts here are finger bones! They're even about as long as my legs!
Phoenix:
And there's a spiked ball and giant drill on the floor, too... Is Aura trying to build some kind of weapon of massive destruction?
Pearl:
Maybe she wants to use it to demolish a big building or something?
Phoenix:
(I can picture her gleefully tearing down the street doing just that... I'd better not think about it anymore.)
Charging station
Phoenix:
What's this? It looks like a giant power plug.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It's attached to what looks like an electric vehicle charging station...
Clonco:
That's a charging station for us robots. We come here periodically and charge ourselves up.
Phoenix:
Wow. Machines that maintain themselves. That's pretty cool.
Clonco:
If out batteries run out and we lose consciousness... ...we never know what Miss Aura will do to us while we're down, you see.
Phoenix:
(Nothing motivates quite like fear, huh?)
Robot or spiked ball
Phoenix:
This is one heck of a robot.
Pearl:
There's something written on it... Is this supposed to be a poem? "I cut down anyone who displeases me. I make the rules. I am the law. I wield the ultimate gavel of judgment. I am Judgetron (JT-02)!"
Edgeworth:
I don't believe we need to bother with that, Pearl. It's not even completed yet.
Phoenix:
He's right, Pearls. There's no sign of it in the photo from seven years ago, either.
Edgeworth:
They were building the Hope space probe here at the time. The murder occurred after the space probe had been removed from the room.
Phoenix:
(So it was long gone by the time someone took this picture, huh.)
Pearl:
But you can see the probe in this newspaper photo.
Edgeworth:
Yes. And you can see the stolen moon rock there, too.
Phoenix:
(That strange black and yellow thing on the left side of the picture?)
Edgeworth:
Note that the same rock is absent from the crime scene photo.
Cosmos:
Not only that, but before the launch, a very valuable piece of moon rock was stolen.
Athena:
I hear there's lots of research into moon rocks and star dust from asteroids these days. They say the results could potentially have a huge impact on all of civilization! It's like we're in a new space race with every other country out there.
Phoenix:
So the person who stole it... Think it was our spy?
Edgeworth:
I'm sure of it. Dr. Cykes was probably killed because she was a roadblock in their plan. Unfortunately, the government thinks Prosecutor Blackquill is the culprit...
Robot or spiked ball (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It takes someone like Aura Blackquill to actually build something like this...
Pearl:
Oh, there's more to the poem! "Guilty or not, it doesn't matter. I burn the law books for my fuel. My laser of judgment pierces your soul. I am Judgetron (JT-02)!"
Edgeworth:
We've heard enough of that, I believe.
Pearl:
Aww... Are you sure you don't want to hear the third stanza...?
Desk on right
Phoenix:
It's about as cluttered as my office, but I think it's a workbench.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick, I think this must be a kitchen. Look at this photo. See the cute little food processor?
Edgeworth:
That isn't a food processor, Pearls. That's the Hope capsule. It was scheduled to be loaded onto the Hope space probe that fateful day. The three people who came to collect the capsule discovered the body.
Phoenix:
The first on the scene, huh? A staff member and two police officers, was it? (And they were here to collect the capsule... Which reminds me...)
Apollo:
So they planned to use this bag to carry the capsule, is that right?
Aura:
Yeah, more or less. ...Say, why don't we stop talking about the case and have a nice cup of tea instead?
Phoenix:
(Apollo and Aura Blackquill? I wonder what they're talking about?)
Phoenix:
Edgeworth, did those three people have a bag with them for transporting the capsule?
Edgeworth:
Oh, you mean this? It's a custom-made, shock-resistant bag. But how did you know?
Phoenix:
Oh, I just overheard Apollo making an inquiry about it, that's all.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... So he's looking into the case from seven years ago on his own, is he?
"Hope" Capsule updated in the Court Record.
After examining all areas:
Phoenix:
Well, I guess that's about it for this room.
Edgeworth:
So what do you think, Wright? Any ideas?
Phoenix:
There are still a lot of gaps in the evidence, but I'll pull it off somehow! After all... ...you asked me to prove Blackquill's innocence, right, Edgeworth?
Pearl:
What?! He did?!
Phoenix:
Yup. He called it a "special request." He reached out to me while I was still disbarred.
Talk
Edgeworth's request
Pearl:
So that was what sparked you to get your attorney's badge back?
Phoenix:
...Yup, the Blackquill case.
Edgeworth:
Wright, I have a special request. ...I want you to clear one of my subordinates of suspicion.
Phoenix:
Hey, I'm not even a lawyer anymore, remember? Haven't been one for a long time.
Edgeworth:
That eight-year misunderstanding has been cleared up, and you must be eager to return. I'm sure you're familiar with the other case that ushered in the "dark age of the law"?
Phoenix:
!
Edgeworth:
Very soon, a convict will stand as a prosecutor in court. I want you to keep an eye on him.
Phoenix:
Aww, just when I'm beginning to actually like the job I have now...
Edgeworth:
Wright... I'm sorry I dragged you into this... Because of the espionage aspect, I wasn't free to give you all the details...
Phoenix:
Hey, no need to apologize. It's like I said on the phone the other day... ...I know that the type of criminals you're after now aren't small fries anymore.
Phoenix:
It looks like your target finally decided to make a move. Yeah... It's for this very reason I returned. Time to bring it to an end.
Phoenix:
I'm going to end the dark age of the law. That's what this is all about.
The dark age of the law (appears after "Edgeworth's request")
Pearl:
"The dark age of the law"... It sure comes up a lot these days on TV and in the papers. And I hear there are more false charges and fabrication of evidence than ever.
Edgeworth:
When I became chief prosecutor, the court system had already lost the people's trust. It all began eight years ago. A lawyer was caught fabricating evidence... And a year after that, a prosecutor was found guilty of murder.
Pearl:
Wait! D-Do you mean...?!
Phoenix:
That's right. He's talking about my case and Prosecutor Blackquill's.
Edgeworth:
It was a downward spiral after that, an absolute nightmare. After those two cases, the mass media launched an all-out attack on the courts. Public opinion was tainted, and, before long, the legal world itself was sucked into it.
Phoenix:
It's such a shame... Once suspicion forms, it's very hard to shake. Lawyers and prosecutors were supposed to trust each other -- pursue the truth together.
Pearl:
It's so sad when people begin to cast doubt. They start lying to themselves and each other.
Phoenix:
Yes, and do absolutely anything to win. We're in an age now where winning is valued far more than the truth. I'm sure it's caused our new chief prosecutor to lose many a night's rest. (Is it just me or did his brow get even more furrowed than the last time I saw him...?)
Edgeworth:
Hmph. The hostage-taker's disdain for the courts is a perfect example of the times.
Phoenix:
*sigh* It sure is.
After clearing all Talk options:
Edgeworth:
Do you have any idea who the hostage-taker might be?
Phoenix:
Well, somebody who mistrusts the court system and can manipulate robots... ...It can really only be Aura Blackquill. Who else but her would want a retrial of that case from seven years ago so badly?
Edgeworth:
Simon Blackquill's older sister and the owner of this room... I agree with your conclusion. Perhaps she intended to force Ms. Cykes to confess...
Phoenix:
(Actually, I think she had a much more horrific plan in mind for Athena...)
Edgeworth:
The important thing is for you to solve UR-1 and prove Blackquill's innocence.
Pearl:
And then maybe she'll release the hostages!
Edgeworth:
I'm counting on you, Wright, to set that prosecutor and those hostages free.
Phoenix:
And I'll be counting on you in court to help me, too.
Edgeworth:
Of course. I'll do everything I can to help uncover the truth. As this isn't an official trial, I'm more at liberty to be a little unorthodox.
Clonco:
Mr. Wright, are you finished with your investigation?
Phoenix:
Yeah, but I'd like you to tell the hostage-taker something for me. I have to go to the Detention Center. I can't start the trial until I've talked to Athena.
Clonco:
She's already given her consent. I'll accompany you to the detention center.
Phoenix:
(So I'm still being watched, huh?) I'll see you in court, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Even if it will be an undocumented trial, it'll be good to face you in court again.
December 20
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Phoenix:
(She was right by my side only a few short hours ago... ...but I feel like I haven't seen her in ages...)
Oh! Mr. Wright!
Athena:
And Pearly, too! I knew you would come. After all, the first step is the interview with the defendant.
Phoenix:
And because you're my friend and I was worried about you.
Athena:
Heh heh. Thanks, Boss.
Phoenix:
I'm not the only one who's worried, either.
Athena:
Really? Who else?
Phoenix:
I saw Ms. Woods today. She was so beside herself, she came to find me. She told me you used to live in the Cosmos Space Center. No wonder you knew so much about the place!
Athena:
Oh... So you know, huh? I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
Phoenix:
That's all right. But... there are some other things I'd like to ask you.
Athena:
Sure, you can ask me anything. I promise I won't keep any more secrets from you!
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
What to do
Pearl:
What a terrible situation this is! 
Phoenix:
Trucy... I still can't believe it...
Pearl:
Trucy will be all right, Mr. Nick. She's such a strong girl.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I'm sure she's hanging in there. (But if anything were to happen to her...) S-She's counting on us, Pearls, so let's get out there and do what we can!
Pearl:
I agree!
Any ideas?
Pearl:
That robot named Clonco... He's very articulate, isn't he?
Phoenix:
That wasn't the robot talking. It was the hostage-taker speaking through him.
Pearl:
What? You mean... there was a person inside the robot?
Phoenix:
No, it's not like that, Pearls.
Pearl:
Hmm? Then... what do you mean? 
Phoenix:
How can I explain it? It's kind of like a telephone.
Pearl:
So it wasn't a robot. It was a telephone? 
Phoenix:
Yes... No... Hold on. Now I'M confused!
Detention Center
Talk
The day of the crime
Phoenix:
Tell me about the day Clay was murdered.
Athena:
I... I was actually at the Space Center that day. In... In the Space Museum...
Phoenix:
(Right where the culprit fled to?! That's not good...)
Athena:
I never could fully deal with what happened seven years ago... But when I saw the Center again during the news coverage of the HAT-2 launch... ...I thought maybe if I went there, things would be different this time...
Pearl:
That must've taken a lot of courage, to face your past like that...
Athena:
So I went to the Space Museum the evening before the explosions. This was before the launch pads had been switched... There was sign that said "closed for repairs," and they weren't letting anybody in.
Phoenix:
Yeah, the director couldn't very well switch the pads if there were people in there...
Athena:
But I snuck in anyway.
Phoenix:
Did you want to see that HAT-1 group photo, the one with your mother in it?
Athena:
I did... but what I really wanted to see was her jacket.
Phoenix:
(That jacket on display... That was Dr. Cykes's...?)
HAT-1 Exhibit updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
But I should've known it wouldn't be easy to get over such a traumatic experience... The second I saw that jacket, it all came rushing back to me. Everything around me went hazy and I couldn't see... ...I tried to get out of there somehow... But I guess I passed out. When I came to, I was in the passage behind the rocket. I was in the shadows, where people couldn't really see me.
Phoenix:
Maybe you got confused and went the wrong way when you were trying to leave?
Pearl:
How long do you think you were unconscious, Athena?
Athena:
I was out until about noon of the next day. I didn't even know about the explosions. When I woke up, nobody was around, so I just went out into Boarding Lounge 2. My mind must've still been fuzzy, because my memory is vague after that. I don't remember how I got home.
Phoenix:
No memory, huh...? (This is gonna be tough...)
Athena:
Which means... What if I'm the one who killed Clay...?!
Phoenix:
I think that's enough of that, Athena. Let's talk about something else. (So, during the entire incident, she was unconscious in the Space Museum... Of course I believe her... ...but will anybody else...?)
Your mother's work (appears after "The day of the crime")
Phoenix:
What kind of research was Dr. Cykes... your mother... doing?
Athena:
Machines that could tell people's emotions by their tone of voice... and my special ability. Someday, when people travel to distant planets, their companions will be robots. So she said they had to be able to understand how their human companions felt.
Pearl:
Wow! Robots that can understand people!
Athena:
I was just a convenient subject for her research. All she ever did was work, and she never paid any attention to me. ...Oh, sorry about that, dredging up all that old stuff...
Phoenix:
No need to apologize. (I guess her home life was... complicated...) Oh, by the way. Ms. Woods said something about you always wearing headphones...?
Woods:
She always wore these big, heavy-looking headphones. She said her mother made them for her, as part of her research.
Athena:
I had to wear them every time I went out. Oh, I hated them so much! But she wouldn't listen...
Pearl:
What were they for?
Athena:
Oh, she gave me some kind of explanation... ...but I don't remember now. It was too difficult for a little kid to understand.
Phoenix:
Okay... But let me say this one thing. I don't think your mother only thought of you as some handy subject for her research.
Athena:
I... I want to believe that. But just about the only things my mother left me with are Widget... ...and this earring.
Pearl:
Ooh! It's beautiful!
Athena:
It's made of a piece of real moon rock she had for research. Maybe she did love me, in her own way...
Phoenix:
I'm sure of it. I'm really sure she did. (Because that's what I want to believe, too.)
Moon Rock Earring added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I'd better ask her a little more about her mother's research. I should show her that paper I found in the robotics lab.)
Seven years ago (appears after clearing "Your mother's work" and presenting Robots with a Heart)
Phoenix:
On a different subject... Did you hear about the person holding up the Space Center?
Athena:
Yes, a little. And this person has even taken hostages?
Phoenix:
(I guess I'd better spare her the news about Trucy...) Well... ...after some negotiating, we agreed to do a retrial of the case from seven years ago.
Athena:
What? You're kidding me! So that means... Prosecutor Blackquill might...?!
Phoenix:
Yup. I know he's innocent. I just have to prove it. So, wait. Did you know him back then?
Athena:
Yes. He used to come visit my mom a lot. He studied psychology under her, and would sometimes ask for advice on his legal cases. He was very kind and considerate, and straight as an arrow.
Phoenix:
(Unlike now, where he's more twisted than a basket of snakes...)
Athena:
That's why I took the witness stand during his trial seven years ago.
"Please! You have to listen to me!"
Athena:
"He didn't kill her! His heart is screaming that he didn't kill her!" I was a fool. How could anybody else know what I was talking about?
Phoenix:
(She heard... the voice of his heart...)
Pearl:
You were only eleven then, right? You were very brave just to give testimony.
Phoenix:
Pearls is right. You did the very best you could at the time.
Athena:
But... nothing I said did any good. I was a shaking and scared little girl, small and ineffectual. Even after I went to live with my relatives in Europe, I stayed closed up in my shell.
Pearl:
But you're different now! You're always so bright and cheerful!
Athena:
Thanks. That's because one day, I came to realize that I had to fight. I couldn't give up. I exercised hard and I studied hard. I wanted to become the strongest lawyer I could be.
Why you became a lawyer (appears after "Seven years ago")
Athena:
I wanted to save Simon, but I had no idea how. Then I met Mr. Wright, and thanks to him... ...I realized that if I became a lawyer, I could prove that Simon was innocent. I also realized that psychology could help me do this. I mean... ...psychology was my mother's specialty. When I studied it... ...I felt like she was there with me, supporting me.
Phoenix:
(It doesn't seem like Athena knows... ...that Prosecutor Blackquill is due to be executed tomorrow.)
Athena:
I wanted to prove Simon's innocence personally. I wanted to do it so bad... Even now, I want to fly out of here and go save him!
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, she said something like that during the Themis Legal Academy trial. She mentioned there was somebody she wanted to save... She must've been talking about Prosecutor Blackquill...)
Athena:
I heard some prison guards say that you had an interview with Simon. How was he? What did he say?
Phoenix:
............! (No! I can't tell her! But how can I lie to Athena?!) ...He was doing well. He was happy about the possibility of being proven innocent.
Athena:
He was? I wonder if he smiled, like he used to... back then...
Phoenix:
(If I can't prove Prosecutor Blackquill's innocence in this trial... ...I don't think Athena will ever forgive me... I just have to free him! Failure is not an option here!)
Present
Robots with a Heart (after clearing talk option "Your mother's work")
Athena:
Oh, the Ponco series! You must've gone to the robotics lab.
Phoenix:
You seem to really love Ponco and Clonco.
Athena:
Yeah, my mother made them and I grew up around them, you know.
Pearl:
Oh, there's one of those cute little robots in this photo, too.
Athena:
Ha ha. See Ponco's bandages? I put those on her. I just wound them around and around. Pretty bad job, huh? But I really put my all into it. I hardly left the Center in those days, so I didn't have any human friends besides Junie. I didn't really understand the difference between robots and people back then. I thought that if a robot broke, bandaging it would help it get better. What a weirdo I was!
Phoenix:
It looks like there's something written on the bandages.
Athena:
Yeah, I wrote stuff like, "Get well soon, Ponco!" But, in the end, my mom just put her on the operating table and fixed her in a flash.
Pearl:
Oh! That must be the thing I made move in the robotics lab.
Athena:
I was so impressed by what my mom did. I even asked me if she would put me on the table and fix me if I ever got hurt. It looked just like magic to me, what she could do.
Phoenix:
(A little girl who grew up around robots... She seems to have some good memories of it.)
Terran's Autopsy Report or Utility Knife
Athena:
Could it have been me who killed Clay...? Did I kill Apollo's friend...?
Phoenix:
Of course you didn't! We all believe in you.
Athena:
I hope that includes Apollo...
Anything else
Athena:
*sigh* I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to present evidence like that again... I'll probably never work as a lawyer again now...
Phoenix:
Don't talk like that, Athena! We're going to clear you of all suspicion. Just you wait!
Athena:
I hope you can... I really hope you can...
After clearing all Talk options:
Fulbright:
Ah, I thought you might be here! Mr. Lawyer, we're in trouble!
Phoenix:
W-We are? What is it?
Fulbright:
I couldn't find a single open courtroom. They're all in session.
Pearl:
Oh, no! But this is an emergency!
Fulbright:
Hmm... It's very difficult to interrupt a trial once it's underway...
Phoenix:
My phone! ...It's from Trucy!
???:
I told you I'd give you one hour. I guess it's time to pick one of the hostages...
Phoenix:
No! Wait! We still have a little more time! Besides... all of the courtrooms are being used right now!
???:
Make all the excuses you want, but you won't get more time. Your daughter is first. The poor thing. She's a little too young to die, don't you think?
Phoenix:
NO! Don't you dare hurt her! (There has to be something I can do!)
Fulbright:
Nnngh... The cruelest injustice is about to befall us!
Pearl:
No! This can't be happening! Mystic Maya... help us!
Phoenix:
(Wait a minute... Maya...?)
I read somewhere that you were holding a trial in the middle of an exploding courtroom? That must've really been something, although weird is par for the course with you.
Phoenix:
(A courtroom... blew up...! That's it! There IS a courtroom we can use after all!)
???:
Okay, time's up! Too bad. Any last words you'd like to say to her?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Aura, please don't add to the crimes you've already committed.
???:
So you know who I am, do you? It wasn't like I was trying to keep it a secret anyway...
Phoenix:
We're ready to start the trial. We can hold it in the ruins of Courtroom No. 4, the one blown up by the bomber.
Pearl:
Oh! What a wonderful idea, Mr. Nick!
Fulbright:
I... I never would have thought of that! An astonishing trial in an astonishing location! I guess it's only befitting. I'll go get the place ready right away!
Phoenix:
(I didn't exactly pick the place for its "astonishing" factor...) How about it? Are you ready to have your brother's innocence proven?
???:
My brother...? Heh. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to mention...? It's not Simon you'll be defending.
Phoenix:
What? (Not... Prosecutor Blackquill...?)
???:
I indict Athena Cykes, on the charge of murdering her own mother! You'll be defending the little princess there, the one behind the glass.
Phoenix:
(WH-WHAAAT?!)
???:
See you in that mountain of rubble you've chosen for our courtroom, Mr. Wright!
Pearl:
What is she talking about? Athena...?!
Athena:
Of course... Why didn't it ever occur to me before? If Prosecutor Blackquill is innocent, somebody else had to have been the true culprit. Did I..? Did I... kill my own mother...? N-No.........
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
5 BLACK PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
! No way... It can't be true!
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! What's the matter?!
Phoenix:
I see... I see five black Psyche-Locks! (I've seen these kinds of locks before... Dark, black locks protecting a secret deep inside a person's heart...
(And there's no way to remove them!)
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I think I have enough evidence, but maybe I should do a bit more thinking first...)
Turnabout for Tomorrow
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Transcript
Part 1
Part 2
December 20, 3:11 PM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Pearl:
...I did a little research. I looked into those special Psyche-Locks you mentioned, Mr. Nick.
Phoenix:
You did? That's great! I really appreciate it.
Pearl:
A red Psyche-Lock protects a secret that a person is consciously trying to hide. If the person folds under questioning, the lock breaks and the truth comes out.
Phoenix:
Yup. That's exactly how I got the truth out of Detective Fulbright and Director Cosmos.
Pearl:
But a black Psyche-Lock protects a secret from the deepest place in a person's heart... ...a secret that that person isn't even consciously aware of.
Phoenix:
So even they don't know it's there...
Pearl:
Athena isn't trying to keep anything from you on purpose. For some reason, part of her heart and her memories are sealed off, even from herself.
Phoenix:
Okay, so all I have to do is break the Psyche-Locks!
Pearl:
According to my research... A black Psyche-Lock is like a heavy chain wrapped directly around one's heart. If they are ripped off by force, it could cause permanent damage to a person's soul.
Phoenix:
(In other words, if I'm not careful, I could traumatize Athena for good... *gulp*) Pearls, could you stay by Athena's side? She must be suffering under the weight of such a heavy burden.
Pearl:
All right... But will you be all right by yourself, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
I'm up against Edgeworth. I have to be able to give this trial all of my focus and strength!
Pearl:
And you can't do that if I'm there... I'll just hold you back...
Phoenix:
No, that's not it! I just meant I can relax and concentrate if I knew you were with Athena. You're the only one who can do it, Pearls.
Pearl:
All right. I'll do it, then! Good luck, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
(Good. Now that my mind is at ease, I'd better get ready. I'll just tidy up the evidence and take out what I don't need... It's time to end this nightmare that started seven years ago!)
December 20
District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Phoenix:
(Defense, prosecution, and judge. There are even people in the gallery. The roof has been completely blown off and the walls have collapsed... ...but today, this ruin is my battleground!)
Day 1
Court Is Now In Session
All Rise
Judge:
Court, or some facsimile thereof, is now in session for the trial of Athena Cykes.
Aura:
Aura:
Not a "facsimile," old man! This is a proper, official trial! Take this more seriously, or you'll start hearing the bones of the hostages snap!
Phoenix:
Please try not to upset Ms. Blackquill... I'm begging you...
Judge:
Umm... Court is now in session for the very serious and very proper trial of Athena Cykes.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. This is no trial. It's nothing more than a ridiculous farce.
Aura:
Wh-What did you say?!
Phoenix:
Edgeworth! Did you not hear what I said to His Honor?!
Edgeworth:
However, this ridiculous farce has a very important meaning for our legal system. Recall the case of the UR-Incident, in which a prosecutor was found guilty of murder. That case ushered in the odious "dark age of the law."
Aura:
I see what you're after... If we can find the real truth behind that case today...
Edgeworth:
Precisely. The darkness will be dispelled and glory shall be restored to the court system.
Judge:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, you sound as if you know something of this "truth"...?
Edgeworth:
I do indeed. A new suspect has emerged in the UR-1 case. For seven years, Simon Blackquill has refused to speak in order to cover for someone else.
Phoenix:
(Brace yourself, Phoenix. Here it comes...)
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, Wright, but the situation is what it is, and I must do what I must. The prosecution moves to indict Athena Cykes on the count of murder in the first degree!
Anime cutscene
Edgeworth:
Regardless the circumstance, I intend to question the defendant with all I have. For that is a part of my creed.
Phoenix:
Then you better bring it.
Judge:
If the two of you are ready... Court is now in session for the trial of Athena Cykes!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, the defense was born ready!
Edgeworth:
Tsk tsk. The prosecution is also ready.
Phoenix:
(This immense tension between us... It's like we're picking up right where we left off.)
Edgeworth:
It's my duty to clear Prosecutor Blackquill of false accusations and end this insanity.
Phoenix:
But I have no intention of losing Ms. Cykes, either. She's a very promising young lawyer! (I know without a doubt that Athena is innocent... ...but I don't think Prosecutor Blackquill did it, either.)
Phoenix:
So... do you have any clue who was responsible for the sabotage...?
Cosmos:
At the very least, I know it wasn't Simon Blackquill. I don't know enough to identify the true culprit, but it's clear WHAT that person is. To put it simply............ a spy.
Phoenix:
(The true culprit is a spy. It's going to be hard to convince anyone of that when I barely believe it myself... ...but I don't a choice if I want to save Athena and Blackquill and expose the spy!)
Judge:
Now, then, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Hmph... No need for the "Chief Prosecutor" bit, Your Honor. I am here as a simple prosecutor.
Judge:
Very well. Your opening statement, please, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Although, I've been known of late to give an impressive opening statement myself...
Edgeworth:
In all the trials I have ever seen, only the prosecution gives an opening statement...
Judge:
O-Of course. You're right! I was just joking -- just having a little fun!
Phoenix:
(So he wasn't doing them just out of fear... Interesting...)
Edgeworth:
Let's start with a brief overview of the UR-Incident. The incident occurred at the Cosmos Space Center seven years ago, on October 7th. The victim, psychologist Metis Cykes, was killed in the robotics lab on the fourth floor.
Phoenix:
(Athena's mother...)
Edgeworth:
Simon Blackquill, a young prosecutor at the time, was found guilty of the crime. There were two deciding factors that led to his guilty verdict: One: Blackquill was the only person in the corridor to the lab at the time of the murder. And two: this photo, which captured the moment of the crime.
Judge:
Hmm... Very incriminating evidence indeed... It would appear that the only conclusion is that Prosecutor Blackquill did indeed--
Aura:
Aura:
Are you kidding me?! I'm not accepting any conclusion of the kind! This opening statement is OVER! Now, hurry up and call the witness!
Judge:
Excuse me, Ms. Blackquill, but we must follow proper procedure for these things, you know...
Edgeworth:
Or perhaps we should heed her wishes, Your Honor. She is the trial's sponsor, after all. Besides, the courtroom is chilly, and sitting for too long can't be good for your back.
Judge:
Oh! You are very kind to show such concern for the welfare of the elderly...
Phoenix:
(As skilled as ever at playing the court puppeteer, I see.)
Edgeworth:
The prosecution calls its first witness. A witness... who decided to bring forth new testimony after seven long years!
Phoenix:
(New testimony...? And just who IS this witness, anyway?)
Fulbright:
Bobby Fulbright's the name! In justice we trust!
Phoenix:
What are YOU doing here...?
Fulbright:
I'm just here to speak for the hostage-taker, Ms. Aura Blackquill. She says she's too busy, what with confining and threatening the hostages and all.
Phoenix:
(That doesn't seem to stop her from constantly chiming in through Clonco...)
Aura:
I'm nothing more than an observer in this. Do your best! I'm watching you...
Edgeworth:
Believing her brother innocent, Ms. Blackquill has been conducting her own investigation. And though her current actions are hardly lawful, I think we can at least hear her theory.
Fulbright:
I have here Ms. Blackquill's notes on the investigation she conducted. And I'll be giving testimony based on these notes! Here I go!
Witness Testimony
-- Aura Blackquill's Theory --
Fulbright:
"Simon isn't the murderer. He was trying to cover for someone."
"Someone else was at the scene at the time they say Simon committed the murder."
"I mean, if he really was out to steal that moon rock, then why the rolling case?"
"Because he was using it to hide someone inside. That's why."
"And the only person small enough to fit inside that case... was Athena Cykes!"
Fulbright:
And that's Ms. Blackquill's theory! It totally goes in the face of the official ruling, huh! About the case she mentions, there were other rolling cases like that one in the lab. But they're not for traveling -- they're apparently for moving parts and equipment.
Phoenix:
(I vaguely remember seeing three cases, all different sizes.)
Fulbright:
At the last trial, they thought that Prosecutor Blackquill used the case to steal the rock. And they had a perfectly good reason to think that, too! You see, there's a security camera in the corridor that leads to the robotics lab. And that camera captured footage of Blackquill leaving the scene with the case!
Phoenix:
(I can see why that footage helped to bring his trial to a quick end. It's very convincing, that's for sure...)
Seven-Year-Old Video updated in the Court Record.
Fulbright:
That case, by the way, was later discovered outside on the Space Center grounds!
Phoenix:
Speaking of after the incident, where was the defendant, Athena Cykes, found?
Edgeworth:
She was found on the fifth floor of the Space Center, in the Cykes family residence. Prosecutor Blackquill most likely brought her there after the incident. In addition, it's unknown where Ms. Cykes was at the estimated time of death.
Fulbright:
Ms. Cykes was too confused by the shock of her mother's death to give proper testimony. And there was no witness or evidence to tell us where she might have been...
Phoenix:
So what you're saying is, Ms. Cykes didn't have an alibi?
Edgeworth:
...That is what the evidence is saying, yes.
Judge:
Hmm... I understand the reasoning behind the theory, but I'm far from convinced. The victim is the accused's mother. Are you actually claiming an eleven-year-old girl...?
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. Of course, the girl had a very strong motive.
Fulbright:
Dr. Cykes was a psychologist who wrote many papers about speech and emotions. You're aware of Athena Cykes's special ability, aren't you, Your Honor?!
Judge:
Are you referring to that therapy thing? Yes, she's done it quite a few times in court!
Edgeworth:
The ability to read emotions from speech, and the subject of her mother's research.
Judge:
Well, as long as it benefits society, I don't see any particular problem researching it...
Phoenix:
(I don't like where this is heading... Not one bit!)
Edgeworth:
Dr. Cykes was so intent on her research, she forced her daughter to undergo experiments.
Judge:
Prosecutor Edgeworth! Are you seriously suggesting...?!
Edgeworth:
I've done my best to be delicate, but even you can't deny it to be true, Mr. Wright. No longer able to withstand the anguish of the experiments... ...Ms. Cykes felt her only choice was to kill her own mother!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! What a tragic story... I hardly want to believe it myself. But we must proceed. Mr. Wright, if you could. Detective Fulbright, please refer to the notes.
Cross Examination
-- Aura Blackquill's Theory --
Fulbright:
"Simon isn't the murderer. He was trying to cover for someone."
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So Prosecutor Blackquill willingly accepted a death sentence to protect someone else?
Fulbright:
Yes, that is precisely what Ms. Blackquill appears to believe!
Edgeworth:
And that is what I believe as well. Prosecutor Blackquill is no murderer, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
But Athena Cykes certainly didn't kill anyone, either, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
So it appears neither of us can afford to go easy on the other. Fine. I expected no less.
Judge:
Ooh, I remember this tense atmosphere! It's so... invigorating!
Fulbright:
I'm only reading notes here, but yeah! I feel extra invigorated, too! So, let's keep going!
Fulbright:
"Someone else was at the scene at the time they say Simon committed the murder."
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But that's just speculation!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
No, Ms. Blackquill has proper grounds for her claims.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Then why didn't you say so in the first place?!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
You're the one who screamed "Hold it!" and cut me off!
Phoenix:
Fine, so maybe I jumped the gun by a teeny-weeny bit...
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Now I know what they mean when they say "close enough to argue"! ...Moving on!
Fulbright:
"I mean, if he really was out to steal that moon rock, then why the rolling case?"
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This rolling case... I suppose you mean the one... ...that existed in the photo with Prosecutor Blackquill in it... ...but was absent when the crime scene photos were taken?
Edgeworth:
Yes, that's the one. And Ms. Blackquill has drawn a conclusion from these two photos.
Fulbright:
She has?! And what is that conclusion?!
Edgeworth:
You're the one with her notes!
Fulbright:
Oh, right. Of course. Reading them now! So, why the rolling case...?
Fulbright:
"Because he was using it to hide someone inside. That's why."
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And how do you propose he hid a person inside any of those cases?!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Have you forgotten that we saw just such a thing only the other day? At your own daughter's magic show, she fit a grown person into a small box.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah... (Way to ruin the memory of a good day!)
Judge:
A magic show! I wish you would have thought to invite me...!
Fulbright:
Actually, I would've liked to go, too!
Phoenix:
Uh, m-my apologies. I'll invite you both next time. I promise. (So... Wait a minute. What were we talking about again?)
Fulbright:
Prosecutor Blackquill was using the case to hide someone.
Fulbright:
"And the only person small enough to fit inside that case... was Athena Cykes!"
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But that's nothing more than conjecture, and it's hardly the only possibility!
Fulbright:
In that case, what do YOU think Prosecutor Blackquill had in that case?
Phoenix:
I think it was... the moon rock...
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
There were three cases at the scene, but Prosecutor Blackquill used the largest one. The moon rock was egg-shaped and only about eight inches in diameter. It wouldn't have made any sense to use the largest case there just to move that rock.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Be that as it may, it doesn't prove Ms. Cykes was inside!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Then let me ask you this... Can you come up with a better theory of what was in the case?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Can you?
Phoenix:
(Yikes. Give a guy some time to think... Let's see... Should I try to bluff my way through what could have been in that case?)
Bluff
Leads to:
"I know exactly what Prosecutor Blackquill carried from the scene."
Don't bluff
Phoenix:
(I guess I'd better wait and see how it goes.)
Phoenix:
(It's a clever theory, but it doesn't look like they have any solid proof. If I push, maybe I can uncover some flaws in it.)
Phoenix:
I know exactly what Prosecutor Blackquill carried from the scene. (I just have to find something else that was missing, right? No sweat!)
Judge:
Ooh, I'd be very interested in hearing your theory... if it's true, that is.
Phoenix:
This is a crime scene photo taken after Prosecutor Blackquill left, correct? All we have to do is compare this with... ...this photo of Prosecutor Blackquill to see what's missing. If he took something with him, then it should be in one of these photos! (Lady Luck, don't fail me now...)
Judge:
All right then, Mr. Wright. Let us hear your theory. What did Prosecutor Blackquill take from the scene of the murder?
Present Ponco's arm
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please note that there is a robot part on top of the cart in this photo."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
He took this!
Edgeworth:
...I'm afraid I never heard mention of that being removed from the crime scene...
Phoenix:
............ (He saw straight through that!)
Edgeworth:
Tell me you have something more substantial than that, Wright!
Judge:
Well, I have something more substantial for him: a penalty.
Phoenix:
(I'd better compare the two photos again. Okay, in this photo, I see... ...the operating table, the katana, a cart... and the stuff on said cart... Are any of those things different in this photo taken after the incident?)
Leads back to:
"What did Prosecutor Blackquill take from the scene of the murder?"
Phoenix:
Please note that there is a robot part on top of the cart in this photo. However, in this photo taken after the crime, the robot part is gone. In other words, this part is something that was taken from the scene of the crime!
Judge:
Hmm... You do appear to be right. I don't see it in the second picture.
Fulbright:
But it's just a piece of junk. How important could it be?
Phoenix:
(Is it really just an insignificant robot part? ............Speaking of which...)
Aura:
Wh-What are you looking at?! I'm gonna start charging for each glance, per eyeball!
Phoenix:
(Stingy, stingy. What happened to the age of free previews?) *ahem* Your Honor, about this robot part... Doesn't it look like it could be an arm from that robot there?
Judge:
Well! Now that you mention it, it does, doesn't it. But the case is still too big to be practical for just the moon rock and a robot arm.
Phoenix:
(But was it really just the one arm that was in there? If it wasn't Athena in the case, then maybe...) I believe there was another robot at the scene that looks just like the one here. Your Honor, it is the defense's assertion that it was this other robot that was in the case!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
We can't be certain that part belonged to a robot. Yes, it looks like the arm of the one before us, but it could be something else entirely. Besides, it's wrapped entirely in bandaging, making it difficult to verify what it is.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I know for a fact that it is a robot arm. I can even tell which robot it belonged to, just by looking at it! With this information, we can investigate whether it was there at the time or not.
Judge:
But, Mr. Wright! I thought you were more of the technologically illiterate type. When did you become such an expert? I feel... somehow abandoned...
Phoenix:
Not to worry, Your Honor. I still know next to nothing about machines. But I know this piece of evidence proves which robot the arm belonged to!
Present HAT-1 Exhibit
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The robot in this picture is named Ponco."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I-Is this conclusive enough for you?!
Edgeworth:
It's perfectly conclusive... of your utter incompetence.
Phoenix:
(Can't you be normal for once and simply say, "That's wrong!"?)
Judge:
You've conclusively earned yourself a penalty as well, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Well, given the arm's distinctive feature, this is one conclusion that won't escape me!) I may not know my hard disk from my floppy drive...
Leads back to:
"But I know this piece of evidence proves which robot the arm belonged to!"
Phoenix:
The robot in this picture is named Ponco. But take a look at Ponco's arm. It was Ms. Cykes who bandaged it up that like.
Judge:
She must have thought that machines heal in the same way that people do. What an adorable, naïve mistake! It reminds me of my own grandchild...
Phoenix:
The robot arm at the crime scene had the same bandaging wrapped around it. In other words, this robot arm could belong to none other than Ponco!
Judge:
Order in the court! Order, I say! Prosecutor Edgeworth, what do you have to say to this?!
Edgeworth:
I concede that the robot is about the same size as a child. But it cannot grab its knees and curl itself up into a ball. Even if it was the largest of the cases, the robot couldn't have possibly fit in there!
Judge:
The case does comes [sic] up to about mid-thigh on Prosecutor Blackquill. Hmm... I see your point. The robot is much taller than that.
Phoenix:
(They've got me there... So then, did Prosecutor Blackquill make Ponco fit into the case by...?)
Dismantling her
Leads to:
"Of course Ponco would fit. All Prosecutor Blackquill had to do was dismantle her."
Compacting her
Phoenix:
Couldn't he have crunched Ponco up and compacted her a bit? You know, kind of like... ...when you suck the air out of those storage bags with a vacuum cleaner?
Edgeworth:
...Hmm. Interesting theory. Why don't we conduct an experiment, then? Detective Fulbright, could you please bring us a storage bag and a vacuum cleaner? Let's try to compact Mr. Wright here, and see if we can't fit him in the rubbish bin.
Phoenix:
............On second thought, let's just scrap the whole idea and start over, okay?
Judge:
Very well, but one man's trash is that same man's penalty.
Phoenix:
Gah!
Leads back to:
"(So then, did Prosecutor Blackquill make Ponco fit into the case by...?)"
Phoenix:
Of course Ponco would fit. All Prosecutor Blackquill had to do was dismantle her. Once taken apart, the robot could have easily fit inside that rolling case!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It appears to be a robot-assembly device.
Pearl:
"Disassemble anything in a flash! Push the 'Dismantle' button!" That sounds pretty neat! Can I push it, Mr. Nick?
Judge:
Hmm... It sounds rather violent, but Mr. Wright does have a point there.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Except that there was a body on the table where robots are dismantled and assembled. There would have been no room to take the robot apart.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But what if it wasn't done on the table? What if the katana was used instead?
Judge:
Y-You mean... the sword?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. Ms. Blackquill, I'd like your opinion as a woman of science. Isn't it true that the katana could have been used to take the robot apart?!
Aura:
I... I suppose so...! Their joints aren't made of a very tough material. A blade could slice through them.
Phoenix:
Thank you for your expert opinion, Ms. Blackquill. Thanks to you, we now know... ...that the existence of the severed arm in this photo proves that Ponco was taken apart. In addition, since the rest of Ponco was not found at the scene, we can conclude that... ...the true meaning of this photo is very different from the original interpretation.
Judge:
...Y-You can't mean...?!
Phoenix:
That's exactly what I mean. This photo does NOT capture the moment of the murder. It is instead a picture of the moment after the robot was sliced apart. The blood you see where the arm was cut off was transferred there by the bloody katana. Most likely, the rest of Ponco is scattered around Prosecutor Blackquill's feet...
Aura:
Not hearing this...!
Phoenix:
Therefore, what was transported inside that case was not the defendant, but a robot! Ms. Cykes never was at the scene at the time of the murder!
Aura:
Nnnnngh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ...My head! My head! My body! Where am I?! Gaaagh!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Aura:
It's true that Ponco was found in pieces after the murder... And I'll admit I repaired her myself afterwards.
Photo of the Crime updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Yes! I'm finally making some progress! Hopefully, I've gotten at least one step closer... ...to proving both Athena and Prosecutor Blackquill innocent...)
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Well played, Mr. Wright. You've made your point abundantly clear. I concede that it wasn't the defendant inside the rolling case, but the robot.
Phoenix:
(All right... What's going on here? It's never good when he plays things this straight...)
Judge:
Does the prosecution withdraw its claim that the defendant was carried from the scene?
Edgeworth:
No, Your Honor. My claim hasn't changed.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But Ponco and Ms. Cykes couldn't have both been inside that case!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
The notion that the case was used to carry Ms. Cykes was Ms. Blackquill's theory. I have been of a different opinion from the outset. Now I finally have the opportunity to voice my theory... ...thanks to the defense.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... He's been one step ahead of me this whole time!)
Judge:
In that case, how do you propose the defendant left the crime scene?
Edgeworth:
Simple. The footage only shows Prosecutor Blackquill from behind. What's more... ...he's holding his arm in front of his body, as if he were holding something, or someone...
Phoenix:
That's hardly evidence.
Edgeworth:
I have proof: the surcoat Prosecutor Blackquill was wearing. The victim's blood was found on the front of it and the stain had a highly distinctive shape.
Judge:
A bloodstain? With a distinctive shape? Please continue, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Seven years ago, the defendant was known to constantly wear a certain item... ...of which there is only one in the world: a special pair of headphones made just for her.
Woods:
She always wore these big, heavy-looking headphones. She said her mother made them for her, as part of her research.
Edgeworth:
Analysis showed the bloodstain to be in the exact same shape as these headphones. In other words, this was no mere blood splatter. The blood went from the victim's body... to the headphones... and then... ...was imprinted onto Prosecutor Blackquill's coat like a stamp.
Judge:
A most gruesome stamp, indeed...
Edgeworth:
Blackquill carried Ms. Cykes, who had been hit by splatter, away from the crime scene. This proves that Athena Cykes was, without question, present at the crime scene. And that... concludes the prosecution's argument.
Phoenix:
Ngaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Order! ...If the defendant was indeed at the scene, it deepens the suspicion against her.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But we've also shown that the robot was there at the scene as well!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
I hope you're not making the ridiculous claim that a simple robot was the real murderer?
Phoenix:
(I don't really think that, no, but...) You can't say the possibility isn't there! Detective Fulbright, was the robot questioned at the time?
Fulbright:
No, I don't see any record of it. I believe it was considered "unrelated to the case."
Phoenix:
But, as it turned out, the robot was actually integrally related. Your Honor, the defense would like to call Ponco to the stand!
Judge:
A r-robot witness?! Order! Order in the court! ...Prosecutor Edgeworth, what do you think about this?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Mr. Wright has called all manner of witnesses to the stand over the years. So why not a robot? Nothing surprises me anymore with him.
Judge:
Very well. I will allow the witness. ...Bailiff! Please summon the robot named Ponco!
Edgeworth:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Ponco:
My name is not "witness"! My name is Ponco!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I realize that. But when you are at the witness stand, you are the "witness."
Ponco:
No, I'm not! I'm Ponco! Say it with me! "Ponco"!
Edgeworth:
What an utterly inflexible little robot!
Phoenix:
(You're the last person who should be calling anybody "inflexible"...)
Judge:
Ha ha! You remind me of my grandchild who just learned his own name. Oh, how precious!
Edgeworth:
All right, Ponco... I'm going to ask you some questions.
Ponco:
Questions? You have questions? Hooray! What are your questions?
Edgeworth:
I want to know if you were there at the scene of the murder of Metis Cykes. It was seven years ago, on the 7th of October around 2 PM, in the robotics lab.
Ponco:
Certainly! Just one moment! Searching data............ Search complete! Yes, I was there in the robotics lab!
Edgeworth:
It would seem this robot's testimony is necessary to this case after all.
Phoenix:
(This is great! I just KNEW Ponco must've seen something important!)
Judge:
A murder committed right before this poor little girl's eyes! It's inexcusable!
Phoenix:
(The judge seems ready to adopt Ponco as another grandchild...)
Judge:
So, little Ponco, do you think you can give us your testimony today...?
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw --
Ponco:
I went to the robotics lab at about 2 PM for my regular recharge!
Just as I was about to charge up, Athena came in and hugged Mommy Metis!
And then Mommy Metis fell down. After that, I was recharging, so I don't know anything.
After I charged up, I was cleaning the room, and Mr. Simon came in.
And then an error occurred. There is no data after that point.
Judge:
Well, it sounds like the defendant was, without question, at the scene. However, it doesn't appear that the witness saw the actual moment of the murder.
Edgeworth:
I disagree. This testimony shows that the defendant did indeed commit the crime.
Phoenix:
...What?
Edgeworth:
At the end of the day, we mustn't forget that this witness is still a machine. Being a robot, its understanding and capacity to express itself are limited.
Judge:
S-So what are you suggesting?
Edgeworth:
The witness's statements need to be interpreted. For example, the terms "hugged," and then, later, "fell down." Adults don't usually fall down after being hugged by a child.
Judge:
They don't, but...!
Edgeworth:
Yes. What this witness's statements are telling us is... ...that the defendant stabbed the victim with the murder weapon during this moment!
Phoenix:
WH-AAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Edgeworth:
Before Ms. Cykes hugged Dr. Cykes, did the two of them converse?
Ponco:
Yes, they did. They spoke to each other very loudly! But I don't know what they said. Athena is usually so quiet, so I was surprised!
Edgeworth:
"Spoke very loudly." We can interpret this to mean "they argued."
Judge:
I see. Murder after a heated argument... And then the victim "fell down." I agree that it does sound like a reasonable interpretation. However, Ponco doesn't seem to remember anything that happened after that.
Ponco:
When I am recharging, I go into sleep mode. But I remember everything before that! I have a very good memory!
Edgeworth:
You may as well admit defeat now, Wright; a cross-examination would be useless.
Phoenix:
D-Don't be ridiculous! A cross-examination is never useless!
Edgeworth:
Until now. Think about it! Robots don't lie. This robot is both an important witness and valuable evidence at the same time.
Phoenix:
Nevertheless... I will have my cross-examination!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I see you haven't changed. You never were one to worry about wasting time.
Judge:
Very well. Even if it may be a waste of time, you may proceed, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I'll show you both just how fruitful any cross-examination can be!)
Cross Examination
-- What I Saw --
Ponco:
I went to the robotics lab at about 2 PM for my regular recharge!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your "regular recharge"? What is that, exactly?
Ponco:
I have to refill my battery's power or else I stop working! I go to the lab to do that.
Edgeworth:
So that recharge occurred around 2 PM, around the time of the murder?
Ponco:
That's right! I go every day at 2 PM!
Ponco:
Just as I was about to charge up, Athena came in and hugged Mommy Metis!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
("Hugged" her, huh? Which Edgeworth took to mean "stabbed her with a weapon.") You said the two of them were talking before Ms. Cykes hugged her mother, is that right?
Ponco:
Yes, they were talking very loudly. But I couldn't tell what they were saying.
Phoenix:
Couldn't tell? Even though they were talking so loudly?
Ponco:
I'm only allowed to listen to voices that are directed at me.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. If it listened to every voice, it would be little better than a mobile eavesdropper.
Phoenix:
(Well, that explains why some of Ponco's testimony is so vague...)
Edgeworth:
It's a shame that our little friend wasn't listening in, however. We could've learned what they were talking about just before Dr. Cykes was killed. Now then, what happened after that?
Ponco:
And then Mommy Metis fell down. After that, I was recharging, so I don't know anything.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(I don't want to delve too deeply here, but...) Could you tell us how the victim appeared and acted at this moment?
Ponco:
Mommy Metis was very surprised when she was hugged. I heard her heart pound.
Phoenix:
Her heart...?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, have you forgotten about this document we found in the robotics lab? These robots have a heartbeat detection system.
Phoenix:
(Now that he mentions it, I do remember reading something like that there... They detect the presence of people by the sound of their heartbeats. But wait a minute... That means... ...if Dr. Cykes really did die at this moment...) Ponco, how was Dr. Cykes after she fell down? Could you still hear the sound of her heartbeat?
Ponco:
Let's see. The moment she fell, her heart was pounding. After that, I don't know. I started recharging just then.
Phoenix:
Of all the unlucky timing! If you had heard anything after that... ...it could have possibly proved that the hug wasn't actually the moment of the murder!
Ponco:
I'm very sorry. I'm afraid I don't know. I'm very sorry...
Edgeworth:
The robot is designed to go into sleep mode automatically, so it can't be helped... But it does appear it detected an increased heart rate at the moment of the stabbing.
Phoenix:
Ngh...
Ponco:
After Mommy Metis's heart started pounding in surprise, she fell by the window. It was the round window, on the workbench side of the room!
Phoenix:
(The workbench, huh...? Ponco must be talking about that table to the right of where that giant robot is now. Is there something critical in Ponco's statement just now?)
There is something
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I believe this statement is critical. I'd like it added to her testimony!
Judge:
Very well. Ponco, could you please add that statement to your testimony? That's a good little girl!
Add statement:
"Mommy Metis fell down near the round window on the workbench side of the room!"
Never mind
Phoenix:
............ (Nothing particularly important, I guess.) So, what happened after that, Ponco?
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after adding statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(I don't want to delve too deeply here, but...) Could you tell us how the victim appeared and acted at this moment?
Ponco:
Mommy Metis was very surprised when she was hugged. I heard her heart pound.
Phoenix:
Her heart...?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, have you forgotten about this document we found in the robotics lab? These robots have a heartbeat detection system.
Phoenix:
(Now that he mentions it, I do remember reading something like that there... They detect the presence of people by the sound of their heartbeats. But wait a minute... That means... ...if Dr. Cykes really did die at this moment...) Ponco, how was Dr. Cykes after she fell down? Could you still hear the sound of her heartbeat?
Ponco:
Let's see. The moment she fell, her heart was pounding. After that, I don't know. I started recharging just then.
Phoenix:
Of all the unlucky timing! If you had heard anything after that... ...it could have possibly proved that the hug wasn't actually the moment of the murder!
Ponco:
I'm very sorry. I'm afraid I don't know. I'm very sorry...
Edgeworth:
The robot is designed to go into sleep mode automatically, so it can't be helped... But it does appear it detected an increased heart rate at the moment of the stabbing.
Phoenix:
Ngh...
Ponco:
After Mommy Metis's heart started pounding in surprise, she fell by the window. It was the round window, on the workbench side of the room!
Phoenix:
(The workbench, huh...? Ponco must be talking about that table to the right of where that giant robot is now.)
Ponco:
Mommy Metis fell down near the round window on the workbench side of the room!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Let's see... There are two round windows in the robotics lab. Which one did you mean?
Ponco:
The one on the right, near the hanging scroll! That hanging scroll was Mommy Metis's prized possession!
Phoenix:
(Okay, in the pictures of the crime scene from seven years ago, there is definitely... ...a hanging scroll and a Japanese theater mask hanging on the workbench-side wall. But is there some problem with this statement...?)
Present Seven-Year-Old Photos
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ponco, your statement may have just inspired a breakthrough."
Ponco:
After I charged up, I was cleaning the room, and Mr. Simon came in.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill? I wonder what he went there for?
Ponco:
His objective? I don't know! I don't know!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess I can't very well ask Ponco to speculate...) So what happened after Prosecutor Blackquill arrived?
Ponco:
And then an error occurred. There is no data after that point.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You don't remember what happened next? (Hmm... An "error," huh? I wonder if...)
Ponco:
All data is suddenly cut off at that point. I don't know anything after that!
Edgeworth:
The answer to that question is right here. According to the defense's theory, this photo shows when the robot was being taken apart.
Phoenix:
Exactly. We can conclude that... ...Ponco's "error" was the result of her being dismantled.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. The bodies of these robots are designed to be controlled remotely... ...by a separate computer.
Phoenix:
(Yes, that's basically what Ms. Blackquill explained to us, too. She said their hearts and memories are stored on a separate computer.)
Edgeworth:
When the witness was taken apart, she lost the use of her body, but not her memories. That's how she is now still able to give testimony about the events of that day.
Judge:
Fascinating. It's as if she can be seriously wounded, but her soul still burns.
Phoenix:
(There are a few parts of Ponco's testimony that are hard to interpret. Edgeworth chose to interpret "hugged" as "stabbed"... ...but I'd better try to iron out who did what where and to whom for myself... Hold on, Athena! I'm going to save you!)
Phoenix:
Ponco, your statement may have just inspired a breakthrough.
Ponco:
I was helpful? Hooray! I'm so happy!
Phoenix:
Just to be sure, let's go over it again, okay? The victim fell near the window on the workbench side of the room. However... ...her body was discovered on the operating table.
Judge:
B-But the operating table and the workbench are two different locations!
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor! We've just learned a new, crucial fact! What could explain the two very different locations of the body? I'll tell you what!
The victim moved
Leads to:
"An eleven-year-old girl couldn't have moved the heavy body of an adult."
The defendant moved the body
Phoenix:
The fact that the body was observed in two very different locations... ...indicates that the defendant moved the body!
Judge:
Hmm... That does seem like a plausible explanation.
Edgeworth:
............ Is that really your final answer?
Phoenix:
Huh...? OH! (He's right! A little kid couldn't possibly move an adult body like that! And the last thing I want to do is cast more suspicion Athena's way!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright...? Your response...?
Phoenix:
Um, can you just forget I ever said that, Your Honor? Please...?
Judge:
I can't, and I won't. As a matter of fact, here is a little reminder for YOU as well!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaagh! (Ngh... I really need to think this through. What could explain the two locations...?) Let me try that again, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"What could explain the two very different locations of the body? I'll tell you what!"
Phoenix:
An eleven-year-old girl couldn't have moved the heavy body of an adult. So the only explanation is that the victim walked to the operating table herself. In other words, what Ponco observed near the workbench... ...couldn't possibly have been the moment of the murder!
Judge:
Whew. I am relieved to hear that. Glad to know that the murder wasn't committed in front of little Ponco here.
Phoenix:
Yes, as we just heard in the testimony, Ms. Cykes hugged her mother, nothing more.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Wright, Wright, Wright, Wright, Wright... It's been eight years, but you're still just as green as ever.
Judge:
Green...? But I can't recall ever seeing Mr. Wright in anything but a blue suit.
Phoenix:
(Hey, blue's my favorite color! What can I say?)
Edgeworth:
If the defendant couldn't move the body herself, she could have it moved for her.
Phoenix:
Moved for her? But Ms. Cykes and Dr. Cykes were the only ones there!
Edgeworth:
I agree. Since this robot is equipped with a heartbeat detection system... ...it would've been aware of another person's presence, if someone else had been there. We can therefore conclude that the defendant and the victim were the only ones present.
Judge:
Then who do you suggest moved the body?
Edgeworth:
Don't you know it's in the nature of a robot to help people do things? Ms. Panko, allow me to ask you a question.
Ponco:
My name is "Ponco"! Say it with me! "Ponco"!
Edgeworth:
I believe you said you were cleaning after Dr. Cykes "fell down." Did you happen to move something large onto the operating table?
Ponco:
Yes! Yes, I did! Athena asked me to!
Phoenix:
Athena asked you to...?
Judge:
And what did you move, little Ponco?
Ponco:
I don't know. Unless something has an ID tag, I can't tell what it is.
Judge:
An ID tag, you say?
Ponco:
Yes, a tag with a bar code on it. We robots scan them to tell us what a thing is!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... That paper in the lab did mention something about that. "Recognizes people by scanning their spacesuit or uniform jacket ID tag," it said.)
Edgeworth:
So it would appear that Ms. Panko here can't identify what it moved.
Ponco:
My name is "Ponco"!
Edgeworth:
But we humans have the power to imagine what it was, do we not?
Judge:
W-We do?!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Well, I do, at the very least. Ms. Panko, on the defendant's command, moved the body onto the operating table!
Phoenix:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Ponco! Did you really move Dr. Cykes's body?! This is really important! Isn't there any way you could tell?!
Ponco:
I don't know! Without an ID tag, I can't tell!
Edgeworth:
Give it up, Wright! If the victim's heart had stopped, the robot's detection system would be useless. Furthermore, Dr. Cykes usually wore her white coat while she was working. She kept the jacket with her ID tag on it draped over a chair in the robotics lab. ...and only wore it for special occasions. In other words, the victim wasn't wearing her ID tag at the time. From the robot's point of view, her body was simply just another object!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But Ponco is equipped with a facial recognition system! If she really did move the victim, she would have recognized the body as Dr. Cykes! But she didn't, so that means--
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
A face can easily be covered with a piece of cloth, a mask or anything else for that matter! With her facial features hidden, the robot wouldn't be able to tell it was Dr. Cykes!
Phoenix:
Nnnnnnngh! (He's right...)
Edgeworth:
To summarize, Ms. Cykes stabbed her mother near the workbench, then, using the robot... ...she moved the body to the table, where she removed the sword and was stained in blood.
Judge:
Order! ...But if that's the case, then I have a question. Why did the defendant move the body to the operating table in the first place?
Edgeworth:
...You want a reason? Very well.
Phoenix:
Wh-What? You can't possibly have an explanation!
Edgeworth:
Your emotions blind you to the truth. You could learn a lot from our robot friends. Calm and rational thought will open your eyes to the truth in front of you, Mr. Wright. Now then, do you remember the operating table's one special feature?
Judge:
I believe I read that robots can be assembled and disassembled there, isn't that right?
Edgeworth:
That's right. And to the defendant, who was just a child at the time... ...the table was like a magic box that could make robots appear or disappear in seconds.
Athena:
But, in the end, my mom just put her on the operating table and fixed her in a flash. I was so impressed by what my mom did. I even asked her if she would put me on the table and fix me if I ever got hurt. It looked just like magic to me, what she could do.
Phoenix:
Y-You can't possibly be suggesting...!
Edgeworth:
This young, sheltered girl had a difficult time distinguishing robots from people.
Phoenix:
But take a look at Ponco's arm. It was Ms. Cykes who bandaged it up that like.
Judge:
She must have thought that machines heal in the same way that people do. What an adorable, naïve mistake! It reminds me of my own grandchild...
Phoenix:
No way... I refuse to believe it!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Cykes made a childish, naïve, and cruel mistake. She thought that if a robot could be dismantled and vanish without a trace...
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Edgeworth! I-If you're about to claim what I think you are... ...I demand that you word it as delicately as you can!
Edgeworth:
With all due respect, Your Honor, all I can do is present the truth as it stands. The reason the defendant moved the victim's body to the operating table...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
NO! Don't say another word! Just stop!
Edgeworth:
...was to "dismantle" the evidence so that she could get away with her crime!
Phoenix:
That... That can't be... TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEE!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Order in the court, I saaaaaaay!
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... She was just a little kid... How can you say such a horrible thing...?
Edgeworth:
Horrible? Hmph. Like I said, you're just as green as ever. I came here today as a prosecutor to seek only the truth. No more, no less. My theory is simply the result of a rational consideration of every possibility.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
B-But dismantling isn't the table's only function! It can make repairs as well! It's conceivable that Ms. Cykes moved her mother to the table in order to "fix" her!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I suppose that could be another way of interpreting it. But dismantle or repair, it doesn't matter either way.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
After murdering her mother, Ms. Cykes may have come to her senses. Perhaps she did want to make it appear as if it had never happened... ...and that's why she tried to "repair" her mother... Yes, that's one possible explanation.
Phoenix:
B-But...
Edgeworth:
But we mustn't forget the facts of this case. The victim was observed to fall down after being "hugged" by the defendant. And the body was moved per the defendant's command. These two facts -- facts that indicate the defendant's guilt -- remain unchanged!
Phoenix:
This just can't be true...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, do you have any evidence to refute the prosecution's claim?
Phoenix:
Evidence... Right... Let's see... (I can't think of any!) I-I'm afraid I... don't have any evidence.
Edgeworth:
Since becoming chief prosecutor, I've learned that the truth isn't always pretty. Now, accept the truth, Mr. Wright! Your subordinate murdered her own mother. Your Honor, the prosecution demands a verdict. The hostages have suffered enough.
Judge:
What a terrible and tragic conclusion... If the defense has no counterargument, I see no need to further prolong this trial.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth's argument seems solid enough... But... But... There's no way Athena could have ever done anything like that! What do I do?! There has to be something... but I can't think of a single thing...!)
Blackquill:
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. This is quite the farce you are conducting here. I could die from laughter.
Edgeworth:
...Prosecutor Blackquill, what are you talking about?
Blackquill:
What I'm talking about is that your argument is based on an entirely false premise.
Phoenix:
G-Go on. We're listening. (Could this be the miracle I need?! But what is Prosecutor Blackquill trying to pull here...?)
Blackquill:
............Seven years. For seven long years... ...this case has been on my mind. Not for an instant did I not think of it. I'm the one who killed my mentor, and don't think you can alter that fact now. Your Baldness, I will take to the stand, and I won't take no for an answer!
Judge:
O-Of course, Prosecutor Blackquill. Please go ahead.
Witness Testimony
-- Seven Years Ago --
Blackquill:
I went to the Cosmos Space Center with the intention of killing Dr. Cykes!
But when I got to the robotics lab, I found Athena there instead.
I would not be swayed from my purpose, so I waited for Dr. Cykes to return.
And then, I committed the act. Ah, how cathartic it was!
Judge:
Hmm... But little Ponco here witnessed the victim "falling." In other words--
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
I don't need any of your "other words," old man. I can guess what happened.
Judge:
Wh-Which would be...?
Blackquill:
"She fell" means "she fell." Merely that. A mother and child fooling around... Perhaps she tripped. Not that it matters. When I entered the lab, there was no trace of Dr. Cykes to be seen. There was no dead body either, of course, meaning she must have left the room.
Judge:
So the murder occurred after the time period Ponco described in her testimony?
Blackquill:
Hmph. You should hardly take stock in the words of a windup toy.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Then how do you explain the fact that the defendant had the robot move something?!
Blackquill:
Athena was always tinkering with robots on the operating table to amuse herself. And she always had Ponco move the heavy ones for her. That day was no different. Ponco moved a heavy robot for Athena.
Phoenix:
(This is awful... What he's saying seems to make sense, and yet...)
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Prosecutor Blackquill! Are you trying, even now, to turn away from the truth?! Don't you realize we could bring the dark age of the law to a close today?!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
You expect too much from me. I'm just a murderer, beyond redemption. Why don't you just let me go so I can settle down into Hell?
Edgeworth:
Ngh!
Phoenix:
(Prosecutor Blackquill's execution is tomorrow... If the truth doesn't come out now, it's all over...)
Judge:
Are you saying that the little girl and the robot had nothing to do with the murder?
Blackquill:
That's right. So let's hear your verdict. If we don't hurry, I might miss the ferry across the Styx.
Judge:
I... Hmm...
Aura:
Aura:
Don't you dare, Judge! Don't forget I have hostages over here! And Simon! How long are you going to cover for her?!
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Blackquill!
Blackquill:
Forgive me, Aura. I never wanted you to do anything like this for me. But you agreed to this trial. If you have a counterargument, then present your evidence. That's the rule of the courtroom. Isn't that right, Chief Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
Blackquill...! You selfish--!
Judge:
...Well, to be frank, I don't like this, but it's my duty to make a decision. If no one has a counterargument, I will announce my verdict.
Phoenix:
(Is this really happening? Is it really going to end just like it did seven years ago...?!)
Athena:
I wanted to do it so bad... Even now, I want to fly out of here and go save him!
Phoenix:
............! (No! I can't tell her! But how can I lie to Athena?! If I can't prove Prosecutor Blackquill's innocence in this trial... ...I don't think Athena will ever forgive me...)
Phoenix:
(I can't let this happen...! ...But I just don't have the evidence to counter Prosecutor Blackquill's testimony...!)
Athena:
Phoenix:
Athena! What are you--? Are you feeling okay?
Athena:
I can hear it... I can hear the voice of his heart. He's hiding something!
Phoenix:
(If he really is, I could sure use Athena's help here... Her power might be just the thing to get us through this!)
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Cykes-dono...! No need for you to chime in here. Just accept that you're innocent!
Athena:
Athena:
...........These past seven years... They've been just as hard on me, you know.
Blackquill:
What are you talking about...?
Athena:
Do you remember? That... horrible, horrible trial...
"Please! You have to listen to me!"
Athena:
"He didn't kill her! His heart is screaming that he didn't kill her!"
Athena:
Even now, every time I stand in a courtroom, it comes back to haunt me. Not being heard, no matter how hard you try... Feeling so helpless... Caught in people's stares, so scared that it feels like your chest is in a vise... I'm terrified of courtrooms. I want to run out of that door even now!
Phoenix:
(And yet, you found a way to keep your fears at bay and became a lawyer...)
Athena:
Thanks. That's because one day, I came to realize that I had to fight. I couldn't give up. I exercised hard and I studied hard. I wanted to become the strongest lawyer I could be.
Athena:
...This day has finally come. The day I've been looking forward to with all my heart. This is why I became a lawyer. This is why I studied psychology. It was all to save you from this false conviction.
Judge:
But, Ms. Cykes, do you realize what it would mean? You are the accused, after all. If you prove Prosecutor Blackquill innocent, then...
Athena:
The only thing that matters is the truth. It's my duty to find out what that truth is. Simon, please give me this chance! The chance to shake off this fear that's been with me for seven years and to face the truth!
Phoenix:
(Athena is being so brave, confronting her past like this... This might really be the last chance to save them both!) Prosecutor Blackquill! Please testify one more time about the incident seven years ago!
Blackquill:
............Hmph. Fine, but your efforts will surely be in vain. For I am not a man who can be cut down easily.
Athena:
Here we go, Simon! Let me hear the voice of your heart!
Blackquill:
I went to the Cosmos Space Center with the intention of killing Dr. Cykes.
Blackquill:
But when I got to the robotics lab, I found Athena there instead.
Pinpoint Happiness
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"This feeling of happiness..."
Blackquill:
I would not be swayed from my purpose, so I waited for Dr. Cykes to return.
Blackquill:
And then, I committed the act. Ah, how cathartic it was!
Athena:
His emotions are very guarded, and his defenses are way up. He's steeled his will, as if he'll never let his secrets be known...
Phoenix:
Oh, I don't know about that. We've got a couple of strong wills on our side, too! Prosecutor Blackquill isn't the killer, and we're going to prove it!
Athena:
But what WAS he trying to do that day? If we approach it from that angle... ...I bet we can find an emotion that just doesn't add up!
Phoenix:
This feeling of happiness... Even though the person you were looking for wasn't there, you felt happy. Why is that?
Blackquill:
Simple. When I was looking for Athena, and hadn't found her yet, I grew worried. So when I saw her in the robotics lab, I was happily relieved. Merely that.
NOISE LEVEL40%
Phoenix:
Just now, you said that you went to the Space Center to kill Dr. Cykes... ...but the first thing you did was look for her daughter instead?
Blackquill:
I had no intention of harming Athena, so I wanted to confirm that she was safe first. It was just a part of my plan. Nothing contradictory about that.
Phoenix:
Gah...! (The second I find an inconsistency, he cuts it down...)
Athena:
Simon knows the principles of analytical psychology. There's less noise now... but I don't see any instabilities we can latch on to.
Phoenix:
(I was afraid of that. We'll just have to keep chipping away at him, then, bit by bit!) Could you update his testimony, Athena?
Athena:
You got it, Boss!
Blackquill:
I went to the Cosmos Space Center with the intention of killing Dr. Cykes.
Blackquill:
When I found Athena in the robotics lab, I was relieved.
Blackquill:
But I would not be swayed from my purpose, so I waited for Dr. Cykes to return.
Blackquill:
And when she did, I plunged the katana in!
Pinpoint Sadness
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Not even you can falsify your emotions, Prosecutor Blackquill."
Athena:
The heart doesn't lie, not even Simon's. I can hear that he's trying to hide his true feelings, but they're seeping through anyway.
Phoenix:
Thanks. That should help a lot. (If Prosecutor Blackquill isn't the killer, then there should be a contradiction somewhere!)
Phoenix:
Not even you can falsify your emotions, Prosecutor Blackquill.
Blackquill:
What?
Phoenix:
When you said that you killed Dr. Cykes in your testimony, you felt sadness. Why would someone who had laid in wait to kill her be sad at her death?!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Such an obvious attack. Yes, I felt sadness, but it wasn't for her. I felt sorrow for Athena and her circumstances.
Phoenix:
Gah...! (He can't be talking about that... can he?)
Athena:
I was just a convenient subject for her research.
Edgeworth:
Dr. Cykes was so intent on her research, she forced her daughter to undergo experiments.
Blackquill:
My objective was to save Athena... ...from an obsessive scientist who treated her own daughter like a research subject.
Phoenix:
(Wh-What...?!)
Blackquill:
I went to the psychology lab first. That's where I would usually find Athena playing. But that day was different. I heard someone crying in the robotics lab next door. "Was Athena being subjected to yet another experiment?" I thought as I went to see. Conveniently, Athena had cried herself to sleep, so all I had to do was wait and kill.
Phoenix:
(So that's why he was relieved when he saw Athena... But is this story really true? I'm not sure how much to believe...)
Athena:
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
How are you doing, Athena? Still hanging in there?
Athena:
...I'm a lot stronger than I look, Boss. Now, take a look at this. The noise level actually increased.
NOISE LEVEL60%
Phoenix:
It went up? (I've never seen it do that before!)
Athena:
Prosecutor Blackquill is lying somewhere in his testimony. As a matter of fact... ...he's piling lie on top of lie, in an attempt to make his claim sound more believable. He's trying even harder to suppress his true feelings, and that's what's causing the noise!
Phoenix:
(How in the world should I approach this? I can either use an evidence-based approach if I can find a contradiction. Otherwise, I should look for an inconsistency in his emotions...)
Blackquill:
...Hmph. There are no flaws in my testimony, and His Baldness is prepared to give his verdict. Give up on this lost cause, and let the law free me of these chains already.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I don't think so. Not while I'm around. (Now, contradictory testimony or inconsistent emotions... Which should I tackle first?)
His testimony
Phoenix:
Okay, let's present some evidence here!
Athena:
Got it, Boss! But if you want to go back to looking for inconsistent emotions... ...just let me know. I can easily switch back!
Leads to testimony segment
His emotions
Phoenix:
Okay, let's look for inconsistent emotions!
Athena:
Got it, Boss! But if you want to try looking for a contradictory statement instead... ...just let me know. I can easily switch over!
Leads to Mood Matrix segment
Testimony
Blackquill:
I heard crying from next door. Of course I was worried.
Blackquill:
I hurried over and opened the door to the robotics lab.
Blackquill:
But before I could lead Athena out of there, curse my luck, Dr. Cykes came in!
Blackquill:
I refused to hand Athena over, so I had no choice but to kill my mentor!
Athena:
If you find an inconsistent statement, present evidence to the contrary!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Is there really a contradiction in his testimony, though...?)
Athena:
Um... Mr. Wright...? If we can't find any contradictory testimony, we could try looking for inconsistent emotions.
Yeah, let's try his emotions
Phoenix:
Okay, maybe we'd better look for inconsistent emotions now.
Athena:
Coming right up!
Leads to Mood Matrix segment
Let's just press on like this
Phoenix:
Let's just keep looking for inconsistencies in his testimony!
Athena:
Okay. But if you ever want to switch, just let me know!
Mood Matrix
Blackquill:
I heard crying from next door. Of course I was worried.
Blackquill:
I hurried over and opened the door to the robotics lab.
Pinpoint Surprise
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"How odd."
Blackquill:
But before I could lead Athena out of there, curse my luck, Dr. Cykes came in!
Blackquill:
I refused to hand Athena over, so I had no choice but to kill my mentor!
Athena:
If you see an unusual or out-of-place emotion, just point it out!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Is there really an inconsistency in his emotions, though...?)
Athena:
We could take a break and go back to looking for contradictory testimony!
Yeah, let's try his testimony
Phoenix:
Okay, let's compare the testimony with the evidence one more time!
Leads to testimony segment
Let's just press on like this
Phoenix:
I still think I can find an inconsistency in his emotions. Let's press on.
Athena:
Okay. But if you ever want to switch, I'm ready anytime!
Phoenix:
How odd. Why would you register surprise at opening the door to the lab?
Blackquill:
Tsk! ...All right, fine. I'll explain, if I must. What surprised me was... Ponco. That toy figure attacked me. Dr. Cykes knew full well of my plan to rescue Athena. But she couldn't stand guard over her daughter twenty-four hours a day...
Phoenix:
So Dr. Cykes had Ponco do it?
Blackquill:
That's right. She ordered Ponco to forcibly remove me on sight. So I slashed Ponco up with the katana that was there in the lab. Hmph... That rickety old puppet wasn't worthy of that fine blade...
Athena:
Mr. Wright! It's happening again! There's even more noise now!
NOISE LEVEL100%
Phoenix:
(It's at 100 percent now! What's going on here?)
Athena:
Whenever we find an opening, he covers it up with lies. We'll never get rid of the noise at this rate!
Phoenix:
(It's pretty hard to keep telling coherent lies like that. His mind and his will really are as sharp and strong as a katana! All right, what should I tackle first this time?)
His testimony
Phoenix:
I think there might be an inconsistency in Prosecutor Blackquill's testimony!
Athena:
All right. Let's give it a thorough check, then!
Leads to testimony segment
His emotions
Athena:
All right. Let's give them a good look, then!
Leads to Mood Matrix segment
Testimony
Blackquill:
With a feeling of dread, I opened the robotics lab door. Just then...
Blackquill:
...Ponco attacked me! I retaliated by cutting it into pieces.
Present Photo of the Crime
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Compounding lies with more lies is never the answer, Prosecutor Blackquill."
Blackquill:
But before I could lead Athena out of there, curse my luck, Dr. Cykes came in!
Blackquill:
I refused to hand Athena over, so I had no choice but to kill my mentor!
Athena:
If you find an inconsistent statement, present evidence to the contrary!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Is there really a contradiction in his testimony, though...?)
Athena:
Um... Mr. Wright...? If we can't find any problem with testimony, we could try his emotions.
Yeah, let's try his emotions
Leads to Mood Matrix segment
Let's just press on like this
Phoenix:
Let's just keep looking for inconsistencies in his testimony!
Athena:
Okay. But if you ever want to switch, just let me know!
Mood Matrix
Blackquill:
With a feeling of dread, I opened the robotics lab door. Just then...
Blackquill:
...Ponco attacked me! I retaliated by cutting it into pieces.
Blackquill:
But before I could lead Athena out of there, curse my luck, Dr. Cykes came in!
Blackquill:
I refused to hand Athena over, so I had no choice but to kill my mentor!
Athena:
If you see an unusual or out-of-place emotion, just point it out!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Is there really an inconsistency in his emotions, though...?)
Athena:
If you don't see any problem with his reactions, we could try his testimony.
Yeah, let's try his testimony
Leads to testimony segment
Let's just press on like this
Phoenix:
I think I'll keep trying to find something in his emotions.
Athena:
You're the boss! But if you ever want to switch over, just let me know!
Phoenix:
Compounding lies with more lies is never the answer, Prosecutor Blackquill. Take a look at this photo.
Judge:
Hmm... That's the photo of the supposed "moment of the murder," isn't it?
Blackquill:
How many more times must I see that which damned me for my sin?
Phoenix:
The ironic thing is, I think this picture is actually going to be your savior now. See the bloodstain at the end of Ponco's arm where it was severed with the katana?
Judge:
...I hope you aren't claiming it's the robot's blood, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
No. Most likely, the blood was transferred there from the bloody katana.
Judge:
The katana already had blood on it? So then it must have been the victim's blood?
Phoenix:
That's right. But, if that's the case, we've found a glaring inconsistency.
Blackquill:
............Ngh!
Phoenix:
You said in your testimony that you cut up Ponco, and then you killed Dr. Cykes. But, in spite of that, the victim's blood is already on Ponco's arm in this picture.
Judge:
What? But that couldn't be!
Phoenix:
Exactly. In order for the blood to have transferred from the sword to Ponco's arm... ...the victim must have been stabbed first, before the robot was slashed. In other words, Prosecutor Blackquill... ...your entire testimony is nothing but one giant ball of lies!
Blackquill:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
Tell the court the truth, Prosecutor Blackquill. Now!
Blackquill:
...YOU...! You have NO idea what you're doing...!
Athena:
Unh... His voice... There's so much discord! I'm hearing not just one or two, but a bunch of rampaging emotions here! It's hard to describe... It's like a violent whirlpool or something...!
Blackquill:
Phoenix Wright...! You will pay for this! Never have I been forced to reveal so much, but the rest I'll take to my grave!
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill, you are on the witness stand. You are obligated to tell the truth. Isn't that the rule of the courtroom?
Athena:
All of these complex emotions... They seem to be flowing from one source. I think whatever he really saw that day is what's causing these feelings!
Blackquill:
Following the sound of crying, I opened the lab door. And then...
Blackquill:
I saw it! That terrible scene!
Probe Athena
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"When you opened the door and saw Athena, you became overwhelmed by your emotions."
Blackquill:
But before I could lead Athena out of there, curse my luck, Dr. Cykes came in!
Blackquill:
I had no choice but to kill my mentor!
Athena:
Angh...! Th-This voice! It's hurts [sic] to even listen to it... He's been living with this pain inside him for all these years?!
Phoenix:
And the root of it all is hidden somewhere in this testimony, isn't it?
Athena:
Yes, that's right. Please hurry! Please set him free, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
When you opened the door and saw Athena, you became overwhelmed by your emotions. Isn't that right, Prosecutor?
Blackquill:
Nnngh... You should know better. And though it's pathetic... I admit I'm terrified to speak of it.
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill, Ms. Cykes is innocent. I will always believe that with all my heart. Now, can't you find it within yourself to believe in me, too?
Blackquill:
Athena is innocent, huh? Can you honestly say you believe that to be true, Wright-dono?
Phoenix:
I give you my word. Now tell me what you really saw when you opened that door!
Blackquill:
C-Curse you, Phoenix Wright!
It was a tragedy -- one I'll never forget. When I arrived at the lab... Dr. Cykes was already dead. She was lying on the operating table... while the bloody katana lay on the floor. And standing between the two, covered in blood, was Athena. She smiled, with a far-off look in her eyes, as she sweetly said...
Something's wrong with Mom, so I'm taking her apart to fix her!
Blackquill:
...That's what I saw. And now you have it -- the truth that you so desperately wanted.
Phoenix:
(N-No... Prosecutor Blackquill finally tells the truth... and THIS is what it is...? It's... beyond devastating...!)
Athena:
I-I... tried to take... my mother... apart...? I... I... I... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Athena:
So it was me... I... I'm the one... who killed... my mother...
Phoenix:
A-Athena!
Edgeworth:
As I said, Wright... The truth isn't always... pretty... Murder, disassembly on an operating table, a scientist using her daughter as a guinea pig... Sadly, it appears that my theory was correct after all.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
It's true that Athena didn't like her mother's research, but... ...you dare cast aspersions on my mentor by claiming Athena was used in such a manner?! Dr. Cykes could be awkward with people, but she loved her daughter with all her heart!
Athena:
She... loved me...?
Blackquill:
Your mother hated to see you suffer because you could hear the voices of people's hearts. She wanted to set you free of your pain, so she worked tirelessly on her research. Do you remember those headphones you hated so much?
Athena:
Yes... My head hurt every time I wore them...
Blackquill:
No, Athena, it's just the opposite. They emitted sound waves to nullify emotional input from the voices of people around you. Your power was much stronger then than it is now. And those headphones were what enabled you to carry on with everyday life.
Athena:
No...! That can't be true...! Then why...?! ...Why would I have done... something like that... to somebody who loved me so much..?!
Blackquill:
Her love for you was real. That, I can guarantee. That's why I knew... ...that what happened had to be some kind of mistake. I couldn't let you be punished for it!
Edgeworth:
So you took the blame yourself? You and your mentor are more alike than you know.
Blackquill:
Ponco was a witness, so I put it in the case, held Athena close, and vacated the lab. I threw Ponco away in the boarding lounge trash chute... ...and I hid the case on the Space Center grounds.
Judge:
Hmm... It would seem that we now have all of the facts of this case.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
No! Not yet! It can't end like this!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Do not disgrace yourself, Mr. Wright. The truth has been revealed. Or are you the type of man to turn your back to things that disagree with you?
Phoenix:
I'm not... But this...! (I-I can't give up now! I have to say something, anything, even if it's a bluff! I've always managed to pull through that way in the past! I have to make it work!) The defense is, uh, prepared to... present evidence...
Athena:
...Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Athena?
Athena:
It's... okay. You can stop now... I don't want you or anyone else to suffer any longer for my sake...
Phoenix:
A-Athena! What are you saying?!
Athena:
I killed my mother. That's the truth. It's just like Prosecutor Edgeworth said... We have to face it... no matter how much it hurts. I admit my guilt. But could I please be granted... just one chance to tell everyone what I recall...?
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. It appears Ms. Cykes is much braver than you, Mr. Wright. What say you, Your Honor? In light of her courage, will the court give Ms. Cykes this opportunity to confess?
Judge:
...Very well. Then if you would, please take the stand, Ms. Cykes.
Athena:
Thank you for letting me do this, Prosecutor Edgeworth. And thank you, Mr. Wright and Prosecutor Blackquill, for letting the truth be known. Now we can finally move forward, and everyone's suffering can come to an end.
Phoenix:
(Athena...!)
Edgeworth:
Prosecutor Blackquill will be cleared and the dark age of the law can come to an end. ...Yes. Admit your guilt, and bring everything to its conclusion.
Athena:
...I killed my mother. My memory is still a little hazy, but there's no question I remember it. I remember the weight of the weapon in my hands, and the feeling of it stabbing in deep... And I remember the warmth of her blood as it flowed down the handle onto my fingers. Your Honor, please find me guilty.
Edgeworth:
I dare say, these are all memories that no one but the murderer would have.
Judge:
I see. Thank you for your confession. I believe this trial has gone on long enough. But, before we conclude, does anyone have a counterargument?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
............I do, Your Honor.
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright...
Athena:
But Mr. Wright... Why? I killed her. I remember it now. Any counterargument now is pointless!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Don't tell me you've forgotten one of the basic tenants of lawyering? Always believe in your client to the bitter end. Athena, you are not a murderer.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
I said that you never change, but could you have actually regressed in these eight years? I won't stand for your childish emotionalism getting in the way of the truth!
Phoenix:
("Emotionalism"? Don't lecture ME on matters of the heart, Edgeworth! Because I can see straight into a person's soul!)
Pearl:
...I did a little research. I looked into those special Psyche-Locks you mentioned, Mr. Nick. Athena isn't trying to keep anything from you on purpose. For some reason, part of her heart and her memories are sealed off, even from herself.
Phoenix:
(There's still a chance. Somewhere deep in Athena's heart... ...there might still be a memory that not even she knows about yet. It might be like looking for a grain of sand somewhere in the cosmos, but, still...! That memory might contain a new fact that could prove her innocence!)
Judge:
I hope for everyone's sake that you are not just bluffing, Mr. Wright. Now then, is there or is there not a problem with Ms. Cykes's confession?
Athena:
My memory is still a little hazy, but there's no question I remember it. I remember the weight of the weapon in my hands, and the feeling of it stabbing in deep... And I remember the warmth of her blood as it flowed down the handle onto my fingers.
Phoenix:
(There's definitely something wrong with her memory of the event. I can just tell!)
Judge:
If there is a problem with her confession, please prove it to this court now.
Present Katana
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Isn't that... the katana the defendant used to kill the victim, Mr. Wright?!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmm... And what contradiction does that piece of evidence prove?
Phoenix:
Well, sometimes you have to flip or tilt a thing to get a new way of looking at it, Your Honor.
Judge:
And I suggest YOU get a new way of looking at things yourself, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Ouch. That didn't work... Hmm... Athena said that the blood "flowed down the handle onto my fingers"... There's something about that that bothers me... I'd better look at the evidence again.)
Leads back to:
"I hope for everyone's sake that you are not just bluffing, Mr. Wright."
Judge:
Isn't that... the katana the defendant used to kill the victim, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
I respectfully and vehemently disagree, Your Honor!
Athena:
But I remember it! I remember holding the weapon and getting blood on my fingers!
Phoenix:
That's exactly my point. If blood really did get on your fingers while you were holding it... ...there should be blood on the handle. But please focus on the handle of this sword. There's not a trace of blood on it. And therefore... this is clearly a contradiction of the facts!
Athena:
You're... You're right...
Judge:
O-Oh myyyyyyyyyyyy!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Hmph. The defendant must've simply confused a portion of her memories. She mentioned it was hazy to begin with, and we can't mull over every minor detail...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But she also said, "There's no question I remember it," -- a fact we can't ignore!
Edgeworth:
In that case, why don't YOU explain what this contradiction with her memories means?
Phoenix:
G-Gladly! (Just give me a sec to think of something... I want to say that Athena didn't stab anyone... ...but she said it herself that she remembers the feeling of committing the act... Think, Phoenix. Think! What could the contradiction with Athena's memories mean?)
The blood was wiped off the weapon
Phoenix:
The blood was wiped off of the handle!
Edgeworth:
...Hmph.
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. I got the "hmph" treatment...)
Edgeworth:
I shouldn't have to explain the implications of your own argument to you, Wright, but... ...all your claim suggests it that Ms. Cykes wiped the blood off herself after the fact.
Phoenix:
I-I knew that...
Edgeworth:
I know that bluffing your way through things is your calling card... ...but your credibility phoned just now and told me to tell you to "put a sock in it."
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Daddy...
Leads back to:
"(What could the contradiction with Athena's memories mean?)"
The defendant used a different weapon
Leads to:
"Ms. Cykes said blood flowed down the handle, but the katana's handle is spotless."
Phoenix:
Ms. Cykes said blood flowed down the handle, but the katana's handle is spotless. So, doesn't it follow that the defendant must have used a weapon other than the katana?
Edgeworth:
What are you up to this time?
Phoenix:
(This is it. This time, I've found just the thing to end Athena's nightmare for good! The weapon that took Dr. Cykes's life was the katana. That much is for sure. So if I can show a possibility that Athena didn't use the katana... ...it could help me prove her innocent!)
Judge:
A different weapon, you say? What weapon would that be, exactly?
Phoenix:
(Right. Of course he would ask that.)
Edgeworth:
I can see you're floundering, Mr. Wright. Did you speak without thinking again, as always?
Phoenix:
(How does he do that? But I can't back down! Not here, not now!) That's right. I did. Because it's so obvious, it doesn't require any thought.
Edgeworth:
What did you say?
Phoenix:
(Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration, but there has to be something! Was there some other bladed weapon in the robotics lab that day? Maybe there's something in one of the crime scene photos... Wait a minute! There IS something! There is a high probability that THAT was in the lab! I don't have that particular weapon here in evidence right now, but... ...I DO have a piece of evidence just like it!) Other than the katana, this is another blade that may have been at the crime scene!
Present Utility Knife
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"B-But that's the murder weapon in the Clay Terran case!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
How does that evidence suggest that there was another bladed weapon at the scene?
Phoenix:
Well, when you put it that way... I'm not sure.
Judge:
Then let me give you a little jolt to help you be sure next time!
Phoenix:
(That... wasn't... so... bad... Anyway! The crime scene was a robotics lab. They must have had blades of some kind! And I have something just like it in evidence!)
Leads back to:
"Other than the katana, this is another blade that may have been at the crime scene!"
Judge:
B-But that's the murder weapon in the Clay Terran case!
Phoenix:
Yes. This is the knife that took Mr. Terran's life. But there must have been a knife just like this at the scene seven years ago as well. Tool kits containing utility knives like this one are issued to Space Center employees. And a robotics lab, especially, would naturally have one of these around.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
But, besides the katana, no other bladed weapon was found at the site. It was in the investigation report, if you didn't know...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
O-Of course I knew that! (Once you told me just now...)
Edgeworth:
Then here's something else you "already knew." There was a tool kit at the scene. But it didn't contain any blades. Here is a photo of its contents.
Judge:
You're right. I don't see any kind of bladed tool.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Fine, but isn't there something odd about the design on these handles...?)
Edgeworth:
Therefore, there was no other bladed weapon in the room.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I disagree. This tool kit contained a knife.
Edgeworth:
And what proof do you have of that?
Phoenix:
Don't tell me your eye for art is failing you, too, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
You are the last person in the world who should be criticizing my aesthetic sense!
Judge:
Now, now, he is simply watching out for your ocular health. Please proceed, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Notice that the handles of each of these tools have a sort of design on them.
Judge:
Ah, I see that they do. But what significance does that have?
Phoenix:
It's clear that one of the tools is missing from this kit. If we rearrange the tools into a specific pattern... ...we might be able to tell which part of the overall design is missing.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Is that the theory your pitiful sense of aesthetics helped you come up with?
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... Just let it go, man.)
Edgeworth:
Show the court, then, if you would! What pattern or design would we see if we were to rearrange the tools?
Present Robots with a Heart
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"And what design is this supposed to represent?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Here it is!
Judge:
That's the design we'll see when we rearrange the tools?
Phoenix:
That's right. Of course, you have to have an open mind. And squinting a little helps, too.
Edgeworth:
............*sigh*
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. I got the "*sigh*" treatment...)
Judge:
Please answer seriously, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor! I'll be very serious next time! I promise! (These red and white markings... I know I've seen something like them before!)
Leads back to:
"Show the court, then, if you would!"
Judge:
And what design is this supposed to represent?
Phoenix:
The GYAXA logo, Your Honor. It's on all of the Space Center's documents and pamphlets. As you're aware, GYAXA is the program that operates the Cosmos Space Center.
Athena:
Look at how brightly the GYAXA logo shines in the sunlight above the entranceway! I really dig the stars and rocket motif it's got going!
Phoenix:
GYAXA, huh? Isn't that the new name of the federal space R&D program?
Judge:
Ah, I think I see it now. But...
Phoenix:
Yes, with just the tools shown in this photo... ...the red "A" part of the logo is missing. And this is where the murder weapon from the Terran case comes into play. If we were to place the utility knife in the open slot... ...it would complete the GYAXA logo!
Judge:
So it would! Then that means...!
Phoenix:
Admit it, Mr. Edgeworth. My aesthetic sense is keener than yours! And while you're at it... ...admit that the weapon Ms. Cykes used could have been this one!
Edgeworth:
Nnnghhhoooh!!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Phoenix:
Ms. Cykes confessed to having a memory of "stabbing the victim." Admittedly, Ms. Cykes most likely did stab someone... using the utility knife... However, the weapon used to kill Dr. Cykes was the katana. Therefore, the act of stabbing that Ms. Cykes remembers couldn't be that of Dr. Cykes!
Edgeworth:
............ Very well. Let's suppose for a minute that Ms. Cykes did use the utility knife. Tell me............ How does that change anything?
Phoenix:
...Come again?
Edgeworth:
What if the katana was only being used as a decoy, to conceal the true murder weapon? What if the real weapon that took the victim's life was the utility knife?
Phoenix:
Don't be ridiculous! Or are you changing the premise of your entire argument?!
Edgeworth:
I'm merely offering a hypothetical situation derived from YOUR logic. Ms. Cykes could've put blood on the katana to make it look like the murder weapon... ...and then concealed the knife on her personage until Blackquill carried her away.
Judge:
That does clear up the contradiction between Ms. Cykes's memories and the evidence...
Edgeworth:
If, in fact, the murder weapon is a utility knife, then Fate has dealt you a cruel hand. For you have just proven the knife's existence to the rest of us with your own logic!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Th-The prosecution is attempting to lead the court!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
YOU'RE the one attempting to lead the court, Mr. Wright! By forcing us to forget the facts of this case. Need I remind you that there were only two people in the lab at the time of the murder? And that the defendant herself recalls stabbing someone with her own hands?
Phoenix:
No...
Edgeworth:
It matters not whether the murder weapon was a katana or a utility knife. As long as we know that the victim and the defendant were the only ones there... ...you cannot escape the fact that it was Athena Cykes who killed her own mother!
Phoenix:
I-I don't believe it...! Why?! Why does this keep happening?! Every time I find a contradiction, it vanishes and the suspicions keeps coming back! It's almost as if... almost as if...!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Now you're finally starting to get it. Your contradictions keep vanishing because the charge is true. And the suspicion keeps coming back to the defendant because that's where it belongs. Phoenix Wright... When will you open your eyes and accept the truth?!
Phoenix:
Ngh...! NGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
Ngaaagh! (I don't want to believe it... It can't be true...) Ngh...! (But what if...?!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you've fought a good fight. I think you've done all you can do...
Phoenix:
(Is giving up really the only option...?! No! Snap out of it, Phoenix! What's the matter with you, giving in to doubt?! I can't look back! Forward is the only way to go!) No, Your Honor, not yet! It isn't over yet!
Edgeworth:
Wright!
Phoenix:
(I can't lose sight of what's important! I believe in Athena, and I'll always believe in her... to the very end! A defense lawyer never gives up on his client! I have to pick myself up and stand firm! Make that brain of yours work, Phoenix! If I don't see a way, I'll just have to go back and look for one! Time to rethink this case, thoroughly!)
Phoenix:
I concede the fact that Athena must have stabbed someone with the utility knife. This must've been what Ponco witnessed as Athena's "hug." But Prosecutor Blackquill didn't see the knife at the scene. This means that someone must've removed it from the lab before he arrived. Who could have taken the utility knife from the lab?
Metis Cykes
Phoenix:
Maybe Dr. Cykes was still alive, and she's the one who took the utility knife away...? ............Nah. That's definitely not it.
Leads back to:
"Who could have taken the utility knife from the lab?"
Athena Cykes
Phoenix:
But that's the prosecution's claim! And of course Athena didn't take the knife with her! What kind of lawyer doubts his own client?!
Leads back to:
"Who could have taken the utility knife from the lab?"
Someone else
Leads to:
"A third person was at the scene"
A third person was at the scene
Phoenix:
If I trust in Athena, then I have to conclude there was a third person at the scene. But according to Ponco's testimony, Athena and her mother were the only two there. So then, how did this third person manage to escape Ponco's detection? I know! This person must've fooled Ponco's facial recognition feature by covering...
Ponco's face
Phoenix:
Maybe the person covered Ponco's face so they wouldn't be recognized! But, no... In that case, Ponco wouldn't have recognized anybody, not even Athena...
Leads back to:
"I know! This person must've fooled Ponco's facial recognition feature by covering..."
Their own face
Leads to:
"The person hid their face"
The victim's face
Phoenix:
No, that's not right. What good would covering the victim's face have done? Besides, that wouldn't have helped the culprit hide their identity.
Leads back to:
"I know! This person must've fooled Ponco's facial recognition feature by covering..."
The person hid their face
Phoenix:
But wait a minute. Ponco has a heartbeat detection system, too. Even if they covered their own face, Ponco would've still detected their presence. But she wouldn't have been able to tell who they were... Wait, that's it! The culprit could have covered their face and posed as which person to avoid detection?
Simon Blackquill
Phoenix:
What if the culprit covered their face and posed as Prosecutor Blackquill? ...But Ponco already said she recognized the real Blackquill... I guess two Prosecutor Blackquills isn't the answer... Back to the drawing board...
Leads back to:
"The culprit could have covered their face and posed as which person to avoid detection?"
Ponco
Phoenix:
What if the culprit posed as Ponco? That way, the real Ponco would just think she was looking in a mirror! ...Okay, now that's just silly. Scratch that.
Leads back to:
"The culprit could have covered their face and posed as which person to avoid detection?"
Metis Cykes
Leads to:
"The person posed as the victim"
The person posed as the victim
Phoenix:
If the person posed as the victim... ...that would explain why Ponco thought only she and Athena were there. All they had to do was take advantage of Ponco's basic recognition features. The culprit used this in order to pose as the victim.
A recording of her voice
Phoenix:
...But then why would the culprit have gone to the trouble of hiding their face?! Let's see... Ponco can also recognize people by scanning their ID tag, if I recall... In that case...
Leads back to:
"The culprit used this in order to pose as the victim."
Her jacket
Leads to:
"The victim's jacket"
Her katana
Phoenix:
Ponco saw the culprit holding the victim's katana and thought it was her, maybe...? Nah. Let's see... Ponco can also recognize people by scanning their ID tag, if I recall... In that case...
Leads back to:
"The culprit used this in order to pose as the victim."
The victim's jacket
Phoenix:
The culprit could've posed as the victim by wearing her jacket with the ID tag on it! But that still leaves the heartbeat detection system. How did the culprit get around that? It wouldn't have worked if Ponco could detect the real Dr. Cykes's heartbeat, too. So does that mean that the real Dr. Cykes was already dead by that time? If that's the case, then who did Athena stab?
The victim
Phoenix:
No, no, no. That's the one conclusion I DON'T want to come to. I'd better try again.
Leads back to:
"If that's the case, then who did Athena stab?"
The defendant
Phoenix:
Athena stabbed herself? What am I thinking?! Get it together and try again, Phoenix!
Leads back to:
"If that's the case, then who did Athena stab?"
The real culprit
Leads to:
"ATHENA STABBED THE REAL CULPRIT"
ATHENA STABBED THE REAL CULPRIT
Phoenix:
Th-That's it...! The person Athena stabbed wasn't Dr. Cykes. It was the person who murdered her, and then pretended to be her... The real culprit!
Phoenix:
............
Edgeworth:
Now that Mr. Wright has finally finished thinking, let us bring this to a swift end. Please give us your verdict, Your Honor, so that we can move on to hostage negotiations.
Judge:
You are absolutely right, Prosecutor Edgeworth. I hereby--
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I didn't say I was finished -- I was only pausing for a second. Because I realized something so shocking, I had to take a break to digest it. But now, I know for a fact that............ Ms. Cykes is innocent.
Athena:
But Ponco saw me! She witnessed the moment of the crime!
Phoenix:
Yes, Ponco did witness something. She saw the "hug"... In other words, the moment you used the utility knife. But the person you stabbed wasn't your mother.
Judge:
Wh-What are you saying, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
The answer is simple. The person Ms. Cykes stabbed... ...was a third person, posing as Dr. Cykes!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Do you really expect us to swallow that, Mr. Wright? According to the robot's statements, there was no third person there. Did you really think I wouldn't see through your ludicrous grab for time?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
After all we've been through, Mr. Edgeworth, I'm disappointed. Don't you know by now that this smile of mine means I have absolute confidence?
Edgeworth:
Hah! You make that pose all the time, regardless of the facts!
Phoenix:
(Clonco's strange "malfunction"...)
Clonco:
Mr. Terran, you look pale. Shall I help you to the sickbay?
Phoenix:
"Mr. Terran"...? But that's Apollo you're talking to...
Aura:
Oh, this Hunk of Junk here is mistaking Apollo for Clay. Maybe Apollo is possessed by Clay's ghost.
Phoenix:
(That was another case of mistaken identity cause by a jacket ID tag. All because Clonco couldn't read Apollo's facial features due to that eye patch.) Like Mr. Edgeworth said, a mask could nullify the robot's facial recognition. And then... ...all the person would have to do is wear a jacket with the victim's ID tag to pose as her!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Of all the ridiculous theories... What good would a disguise like that do? Have you forgotten that the robot also has a heartbeat detection system? If there was a third person at the scene, the robot would have detected them!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Mr. Edgeworth, but that doesn't count for much, I'm afraid. Because, by that time, Dr. Cykes's heart had already stopped beating.
Edgeworth:
What?!
Judge:
S-So does that mean...?!
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor -- the person Ms. Cykes stabbed... ...this third person who was posing as Dr. Cykes... ...is her mother's real killer!
Edgeworth:
...B-But that's... ...Im... Im... IMPOSSIBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Athena:
A mask... The person I stabbed... was wearing a mask...?
Judge:
Order! Order in the court...! Ms. Cykes? Did you say something?
Athena:
A mask...? Yes... I remember a... Aaaaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
Athena...! Wh-What is it?!
Athena:
I... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! I remember a man... with a mask! How could he...?! What did he do to my mother...?! Ungh... My head...! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes! Are you all right?!
Athena:
N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
5 BLACK PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(The black Psyche-Locks... They're breaking!)
Athena:
It's all coming back to me... Everything that happened the day my mother was murdered...
Phoenix:
(They're gone! The black Psyche-Locks are finally gone!) You didn't really stab your mother, did you. It's all right, Athena. Just tell us what you saw that day.
Athena:
I was... drawing a picture. When I was done, I went to show it to my mom. I opened the door... and then...! Ugh... Nghaaah...
Phoenix:
It's all right. I'm right here. You're safe, Athena.
Athena:
She... was on the floor, by the workbench... with the katana sticking out of her... There was a handkerchief over her face... but I knew it was her by her clothes. And... there was a man there!
Judge:
A-A man?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Quiet, Your Honor! Go on, Athena.
Athena:
He tried to attack me. In a panic, I grabbed the knife that was there and... Nngh... He dodged at first, so I only got his clothes, but I tried again!
Phoenix:
And this time, you got him, didn't you?
Athena:
I did. I remember it clearly now. The knife went into the back of his hand. Then he kicked me, and I passed out.
Utility Knife updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
When I came to, my mom wasn't moving. I had to do something... I had to fix her, I thought... So I asked Ponco to move her to the operating table.
Something's wrong with Mom, so I'm taking her apart to fix her!
Phoenix:
(So that's why she said that...) Your Honor, as you can see, the defendant has just given us critical new testimony. A man was there before Ms. Cykes arrived! A man who covered the victim's face... ...and put on the victim's jacket! This man is the real culprit!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes, do you have any idea who this man was?
Athena:
............No, I'm afraid I don't...
Phoenix:
A few moments ago, Ms. Cykes mentioned a mask. Athena, can you tell us anything else about that?
Athena:
Yes...! The mask... It was my mom's Japanese theater mask! I think it was the one hanging on the wall of the lab!
Judge:
Ah, this mask hanging here on the wall!
Athena:
It was kind of spooky, that mask. My mom used to tell me... ...that a Noh mask even has the power to turn an ordinary human being into a phantom.
Phoenix:
(A ph-phantom...?)
Judge:
Hmm... It would seem... ...that a new suspect has emerged. And that means all suspicion against Ms. Cykes has--
Aura:
Aura:
...You see? This is precisely why I can't trust the court system. Athena Cykes is the murderer! I won't accept any other verdict!
Phoenix:
Ms. Blackquill! (Th-This is not good...)
Aura:
A new suspect? Where's the proof this person ever existed? Who says it wasn't all just a dream in the little princess's groggy little head?
Phoenix:
(Ungh... She's right. We don't have any hard evidence of the masked man's existence...)
Athena:
Athena:
Thank you, Mr. Wright. I'll never be able to repay you for all you've done. But I'm fine now, because I can say with certainty that I didn't kill my mother.
Phoenix:
Athena... I'm so glad for you.
Athena:
More and more memories are coming back now... so I'd like to say one thing, if I could. Ponco came to the robotics lab at about 2 PM to recharge.
Ponco:
I went to the robotics lab at about 2 PM for my regular recharge! Just as I was about to charge up, Athena came in and hugged Mommy Metis! And then Mommy Metis fell down. After that, I was recharging, so I don't know anything.
Phoenix:
I see where you're going with this. If "Mommy Metis" was really the killer in disguise...
Athena:
Right. Then he must have come to the robotics lab before 2 PM!
Phoenix:
(Do I have anything here in the evidence... ...that can help me find this person who came to the lab before 2 PM...?)
Present Seven-Year-Old Video
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is Prosecutor Blackquill leaving the scene after the incident, at around 3 PM."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence will reveal the identity of the person who came to the lab!
Edgeworth:
Will it, now? Then reveal away, by all means.
Phoenix:
Oh... um... How about if we team up for this, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
No.
Phoenix:
H-How about you, Your Honor? What do you say?
Judge:
Certainly, I'll help you. I will help you to remember to think before you speak!
Phoenix:
Owww! (Tag-teamed by Lemon Juice and Paper Cut... Could an image of the culprit.. ...possibly have been captured anywhere...?)
Leads back to:
"(Do I have anything here in the evidence...)"
Phoenix:
This is Prosecutor Blackquill leaving the scene after the incident, at around 3 PM. What I'm wondering is, does the video show anyone else passing by there before then?
Edgeworth:
I don't see anything in the investigation report. It looks like they didn't check.
Phoenix:
Just as I thought. So if we rewind the footage and go back to around 2 PM... ...we should be able to see the true culprit leaving the scene!
Judge:
V-Very well, then! Let's take a look!
Phoenix:
There! Please stop it right there!
Judge:
It's just like you said! There is a man leaving the scene of the crime!
Phoenix:
Ms. Cykes... do you remember this person?
Athena:
That's him! I'm sure of it! He... He's wearing my mother's jacket!
Athena:
I did... but what I really wanted to see was her jacket.
Phoenix:
(That jacket on display... That was Dr. Cykes's...?)
Athena:
Can you see it? There's the slash I made with the utility knife that day! And I'm sure that knife is under that jacket somewhere!
Judge:
S-So then... everything Ms. Cykes said...
Phoenix:
Exactly. It proves that Ms. Cykes's memory was correct! Dr. Cykes's killer arrived at the robotics lab before 2 PM. He killed her and hid her face with a handkerchief. Then, he disguised himself with Dr. Cykes's jacket and mask that were there in the lab.
Athena:
The culprit probably knew beforehand that Ponco charged up at 2 PM every day. So he waited for Ponco to come to the lab for her regular recharge.
Phoenix:
By leaving Dr. Cykes's jacket on, the culprit tricked Ponco into thinking he was Dr. Cykes. Thereby, making it look like she was alive up to that point in time. All to disguise the real time of death!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
It's a nice theory, Mr. Wright, but I'm afraid that it's just not possible.
Phoenix:
Wh-What?! Why not?! The victim's jacket is clearly visible right there in this video!
Edgeworth:
And that right there, is precisely the problem. The ID tag on the jacket at the scene confirms beyond doubt that it belonged to the victim. If the person who left the lab truly was wearing the victim's jacket... ...then how could it possibly have wound up back at the crime scene?!
Phoenix:
Hmm... (What's going on? That doesn't make sense... Edgeworth's right. If the culprit was wearing the jacket, how did it get back to the lab?)
The killer brought it back
Leads to:
"The killer used the jacket as a disguise to make his escape..."
The victim brought it back
Phoenix:
Dr. Cykes must have brought it back to the lab herself.
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid she would have had to come back from the dead to accomplish that feat. Care to explain to the court exactly how she managed it?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Don't be ridiculous, Edgeworth! Everybody knows that's impossible!
Judge:
Exactly the prosecutor's point, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Gaaaaaaagh! Your Honor, please give me another chance!
Leads back to:
"(Edgeworth's right. If the culprit was wearing the jacket, how did it get back to the lab?)"
The defendant brought it back
Phoenix:
Ms. Cykes brought the jacket back to the lab!
Edgeworth:
I see. So you're saying Ms. Cykes is an accomplice then?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'll believe in Ms. Cykes [sic] complete innocence... to the bitter end!
Judge:
With the way things are going, it might very well be a bitter end... for the both of you.
Phoenix:
Gaaaaaaagh! Your Honor, please give me another chance!
Leads back to:
"(Edgeworth's right. If the culprit was wearing the jacket, how did it get back to the lab?)"
Phoenix:
The killer used the jacket as a disguise to make his escape... ...but in order to conceal that fact, he had to get the jacket back to the crime scene. So the culprit simply returned to the robotics lab later and planted it there. Contradiction resolved!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Except that it would have been impossible. The only people who came to the robotics lab after the killer were... ...Prosecutor Blackquill, and the people who reported the body. And they claimed that the jacket was there when they arrived. So! When do you propose this mysterious man of yours had the chance to return the jacket?!
Judge:
Hmm... A puzzling question indeed.
Phoenix:
(When did the culprit have the chance to bring the jacket back?)
When the body was found
Leads to:
"The only time the culprit could have returned the jacket was when the body was found."
At the time of the murder
Phoenix:
The culprit was there at the time of the crime! He could have easily put it back then.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
But the security camera captured the man leaving with the jacket AFTER the murder. You realize you're contradicting yourself, don't you?
Phoenix:
Of course I do! Who do you think you're dealing with here?
Judge:
Well, I hope you also realize that you will now have to deal with this penalty.
Phoenix:
Why can't these hurt less?!
Leads back to:
"(When did the culprit have the chance to bring the jacket back?)"
Phoenix:
The only time the culprit could have returned the jacket was when the body was found.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, do you realize the implication of that argument?
Phoenix:
I do. Most people, when they come across a murder, focus their attention on the body. The culprit could have taken advantage of that split second to plant the jacket. In other words, the true culprit of this case, the man known as "the phantom"... ...was one of the first people to discover the body!
Judge:
I... I... would never have thought of that! Order! Order in the court...! Wh-What is the meaning of this, Prosecutor Edgeworth?!
Edgeworth:
............The body was discovered and reported by a group of three people. They were there to collect the space probe's capsule in preparation for the HAT-1 launch. One of those people had a special bag to transport the capsule in.
Phoenix:
Oh, you mean the shock-resistant bag?
Edgeworth:
Correct. I suppose that if the jacket was in that bag... ...it could have been returned to the scene of the crime without anyone noticing. I'll see to it that you get the reports on those three people.
Phoenix:
Y-You will...?!
Edgeworth:
We should also check the facial recognition database for that robot. If this person felt the need to hide his face with the theater mask... ...it might mean that his facial data was once registered.
Judge:
P-Prosecutor E-Edgeworth! D-Does th-this mean...?!
Edgeworth:
I have to admit, I believe Ms. Cykes's memories to be credible. ...You win, Wright... Not that this was ever an "official" trial anyway...
Judge:
Do my ears deceive me...? Prosecutor Edgeworth, are you actually conceding?!
Athena:
Is it true, Boss? Does this mean... I'm...?
Phoenix:
(I can't believe it! It's over! I won! I proved that both Athena and Prosecutor Blackquill are innocent!) Your Honor! I see no need to further prolong this trial!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Hold on, Mr. Wright. Have you forgotten who's in charge of this trial?
Judge:
That's right! I'M the one who's supposed to say, "I see no need to further prolong--"
Edgeworth:
Not you either, Your Honor. Now, silence.
Aura:
............ The little princess who was truly beloved by Metis, and who repaid that love with death-- All these years, hating Athena was the only thing that's kept me going... But what do I do now? Can anybody tell me? How am I supposed to go on?!
Phoenix:
(Ms. Blackquill...)
Blackquill:
Hmph. How unlike you, Aura. Metis was deeply passionate about her work, and she chose you as her partner. Isn't that--
Aura:
Shut up, Simon! You know exactly how I felt about her! Her respect as a co-worker wasn't all that I wanted!
Judge:
Hmm... Then what did you want from her?
Phoenix:
(...Did you really just go there, Your Honor?!)
Blackquill:
Aura, there is something I've wanted to say, if you will lend me an ear. I have in my possession, a lead on who Metis's murderer is.
Phoenix:
Y-You do?!
Blackquill:
Wright-dono, you asked me about the identity of "the phantom of seven years past."
Phoenix:
Th-That's right. (The phantom... The person Blackquill has been looking for, even from behind bars!)
Blackquill:
Seven years ago, somebody hatched a plan to sabotage the HAT-1 rocket.
Edgeworth:
The spy...
Blackquill:
But he was no ordinary spy. We knew naught about him -- his background, appearance... We came to refer to him as "the phantom." At the time, I was working with the police to hunt him down. And then one day, a miracle occurred, and I obtained a lead on him.
Judge:
Oh, how exciting! What was the lead?
Blackquill:
A recording of the phantom's voice. But the quality was too poor for proper analysis. Yet, I had hope. Aura's co-worker was a scientist who could analyze human emotions... ...so I asked her to evaluate the recording using analytical psychology.
Phoenix:
And that scientist was... Dr. Cykes!
Blackquill:
Yes. A spy's greatest fear is to have his true identity discovered. In addition to HAT-1, Dr. Cykes's results and the recording were surely among his targets. But his search of the Space Center bore no fruit, so he must have started to panic.
Judge:
He couldn't find them? But where could they have been?!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Who is to say?
Phoenix:
(Wow, I bet he's never let that out of his sight all these years.)
Edgeworth:
How in the world did you smuggle them into prison?!
Blackquill:
Oh, I have my ways. What's more, my partner is especially talented at that sort of thing. I worked to lure the phantom in by spreading rumors throughout the underworld. I was even granted permission to prosecute cases to attract the phantom's attention. "Just TRY to retrieve your identity, you bloody butcher!" became my taunt.
Phoenix:
And what about the results Dr. Cykes drew up for you? Was there any useful information?
Blackquill:
Here. You can see for yourself. But take good care of it. It's all I have left of my mentor.
Phoenix:
I-I will... (I'd better hold onto this real tight...)
Phantom's Psych Profile added to the Court Record.
Psychological Profile (Classified)
Emotional output of this voice extremely weak compared to typical voices. Subject deemed to have unique psychological makeup with almost no emotional fluctuation.
Phoenix:
(No emotional fluctuation, huh?)
Blackquill:
A spy who experiences no emotions -- not sadness, nor anger... and naturally, no fear. He is the very definition of a phantom: a monster with no heart. Don't you see? This CREATURE is the rot that destroyed our lives, and set what ails us all into motion!
Edgeworth:
"The phantom," indeed. A fitting name for the one who has brought darkness to our world.
Judge:
Hmm... Well then. It seems a faint image of this man has started to take shape. Based on what we have learned, I'd like all of you to conduct further investigation. This is not a normal trial, but I do want to follow protocol. If I may, I'd like to hand down my verdicts and bring these proceedings to an end.
Aura:
...Whatever. Do what you want.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You'll hear no objections from me.
Phoenix:
Yes, please, Your Honor! (It's over... It's finally over...)
Judge:
Very well. In that case... Prosecutor Blackquill, could you please take the stand? As a result of this trial, your innocence has been proven. The verdict handed down seven years ago is hereby overturned.
Blackquill:
Hmph............
Judge:
And now, the defendant of the current trial, Ms. Athena Cykes.
Athena:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! Mr. Wright... Thank you! Thank you for everything!
Phoenix:
Athena... You're more than welcome...
Judge:
If everyone is ready, I will now give my verdict.
???:
Judge:
Y-You...!
Apollo:
............
Phoenix:
A-Apollo!
Edgeworth:
What is the meaning of this...?
Apollo:
Congratulations, Mr. Wright and Prosecutor Edgeworth. You uncovered the truth from seven years ago, and you saved Prosecutor Blackquill. However... ...I can't allow this trial to end just yet!
Phoenix:
(Why, Apollo? Why would you do this to us?)
To Be Continued
December 20
District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Please explain yourself!
Apollo:
It's very simple. There isn't much to explain. The defendant, Ms. Athena Cykes, might not be innocent.
Phoenix:
What are you talking about?! The case from seven years ago has been settled!
Apollo:
I'm not talking about that case. I'm talking about the present case. It's still not clear who killed Clay Terran.
Athena:
But, Apollo... Why would you...?
Apollo:
...Ms. Cykes, please listen quietly to what I have to say.
Phoenix:
(What in the world is Apollo trying to do?)
Apollo:
Your Honor, please allow me a little of the court's time.
Judge:
But... this is a trial for the case from seven years ago.
Apollo:
Ms. Blackquill... I'd like to ask a favor of you. Just as you lost someone close to you, I lost someone close to me, too. I'm sure you want to know the real truth of what happened as much as I do.
Aura:
Apollo............ Hee hee. Sure, you know I'm all for the truth! Now, let's see you expose the princess's guilt! Judge, I give my permission. Continue with the trial!
Judge:
V-Very well. Is that all right with you, Prosecutor Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Hmph............ The prosecution has no objections. Let's hear Mr. Justice's testimony. I'll have the police's investigation report brought immediately.
Phoenix:
(Not you too, Edgeworth... I really hope it's because you have something up your sleeve.)
Judge:
Very well. Your opening statement, please, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
As you wish. Let's review the case of the murder of Mr. Clay Terran. It was made clear in the previous trial that Solomon Starbuck was not his killer. Therefore, the true culprit was someone else. On that day, this culprit waited for the astronauts in Boarding Lounge 1. When the two men made their escape out of the Space Museum... ...the killer attacked Mr. Terran with the same type of knife that was used seven years ago. The murderer then escaped into the Space Museum. Next, Director Yuri Cosmos switched the launch pads. After that, the culprit exited the Space Museum and escaped via Boarding Lounge 2. Therefore, this trial must make clear who Mr. Terran's true killer was. In other words... ...we must discover who it was that escaped through the Space Museum that day.
Judge:
Thank you, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Mr. Wright, is the defense ready?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. (I'd better rearrange my evidence...)
Relevant evidence swapped in to the Court Record.
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Justice. Your testimony, if you please.
Witness Testimony
-- Apollo Justice's Accusation --
Apollo:
I suspected Ms. Cykes of the murder of Clay Terran.
My growing suspicions were confirmed when this incriminating evidence presented itself.
In addition, she's the only one who could have utilized the launch pad switch to escape.
That is why I wish to indict Ms. Cykes on the charge of murder!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Mr. Justice, you realize you are charging your own co-worker with murder, don't you?!
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor, because that is the conclusion my investigation has led me to.
Athena:
But, Apollo... Why? How could you suspect me, too?
Apollo:
............Mr. Wright, your cross-examination. Please.
Phoenix:
(I don't get it! Just what did you find out over the past few days to make you think this...?)
Cross Examination
-- Apollo Justice's Accusation --
Apollo:
I suspected Ms. Cykes of the murder of Clay Terran.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What first made you suspicious of Ms. Cykes?
Apollo:
It all started when Ms. Cykes and I were investigating the crime scene. When she saw the weapon that killed Mr. Terran... ...my bracelet reacted. She said she'd never seen the knife before, but my bracelet told me otherwise. And then, every time after that... ...my bracelet would react when she talked about the case.
Phoenix:
(Poor Apollo must've been beside himself during that investigation...)
Apollo:
I didn't know what to do or think. I couldn't even sleep. In that condition, I knew I wouldn't be any good in court. So I decided to wear an eye patch, so I wouldn't be able to perceive any of her tells.
Phoenix:
(So that's why Apollo was acting so strangely...) But the reason Ms. Cykes unconsciously reacted to the knife is because... ...she stabbed her mother's murderer with one identical to it seven years ago.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But that knife was also the murder weapon that was used to kill Clay Terran. My bracelet could've also reacted to her because she knew she was his killer, too.
Phoenix:
Ungh... (I guess he has a point...)
Apollo:
But my bracelet wasn't the only reason I became suspicious of her...
Apollo:
My growing suspicions were confirmed when this incriminating evidence presented itself.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's the lighter found in the Space Museum with her fingerprints on it, right? But even if it seems decisive, there must be other facts we don't know about it yet!
Apollo:
If that's so, go ahead and prove it, then! Look, honestly, I don't want to believe it's true, either...! But... But Ms. Cykes was the only one who was in the Space Museum at the time of the murder.
Phoenix:
But, Mr. Justice! Ms. Cykes had absolutely no motive to kill Mr. Terran!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Seven years ago, Ms. Cykes lived at the Cosmos Space Center. It wouldn't be strange if she had some kind of connection to him. Besides, people sometimes kill for motives we can't even imagine. I know you've seen plenty of cases like that in your own career, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I still can't believe this... How can you actually suspect Athena, Apollo?)
Apollo:
In addition, she's the only one who could have utilized the launch pad switch to escape.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Isn't it possible that somebody else used that same escape route?
Apollo:
I'm afraid not, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Why not?
Apollo:
Recall there is a security camera in Boarding Lounge 1 aimed at the launch pad door. It's the camera that captured Mr. Terran and Mr. Starbuck. But there's also another security camera in Boarding Lounge 2. It recorded Mr. Terran's killer, or rather, Ms. Cykes coming out of the Space Museum.
Phoenix:
A camera in Boarding Lounge 2? (First I've heard of it, but it makes sense... Athena said she had snuck into the Space Museum the night before the incident... ...and then was overcome and passed out until around noon the next day.)
Athena:
I was out until about noon of the next day. I didn't even know about the explosions. When I woke up, nobody was around, so I just went out into Boarding Lounge 2.
Phoenix:
(That must've been when the camera captured her. And that's what made Apollo suspect her even more... But wait a minute...) In that case, it most likely recorded the true culprit as well.
Apollo:
Apollo:
That's a negative on that one too, Mr. Wright. In the footage taken after the incident............ Ms. Cykes is the only one who appears.
Phoenix:
WHAT?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Phoenix:
(That can't be! But if it is, then it is incredibly incriminating...)
Edgeworth:
Wasn't it YOU who proved in the previous trial that the way the true culprit escaped... ...was via the Space Museum after the pads had been switched? Hmph. A fact you previously proved, turned on its ear, leaving your client high and dry... I must say... That is vintage Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
(Nghhh...)
Apollo:
That is why I wish to indict Ms. Cykes on the charge of murder!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Believing in your client to the end is a basic principle of good defense. Shouldn't you extend that same principle to your own co-worker?
Apollo:
You're probably right. Maybe I'm not even fit to be a lawyer... However... I don't care. This case is special to me! Clay was my friend...! And that's why I just have to know the truth...
Phoenix:
(Apollo suspected his trusted co-worker of killing his friend. To dispel his doubts, he investigated on his own, but that only led to more doubts. Apollo must've been really struggling with this... Well, Apollo may have doubts, but...) ...I'll say it again. Athena Cykes isn't the murderer.
Apollo:
Then I have only one thing to say. "Evidence is everything in court." Well, Mr. Wright? Think you have the concrete proof to knock down my arguments?
Phoenix:
(His points of contention are the fingerprints on the lighter, and the escape route, huh? Apollo knows how I operate, so I can't use my usual tactics on him. It looks like the only thing I can do here is press him for more information.)
After pressing all statements:
Judge:
Hmm... Your arguments have been very clear, Mr. Justice. And your facts appear to be indisputable.
Apollo:
Well, Mr. Wright? What do you think of MY theory?
Phoenix:
............
Apollo:
It looks like not even you can deny it. Ms. Cykes was the only one who used the only possible escape route.
Edgeworth:
Under these circumstances, there can be no other suspect but the defendant.
Apollo:
Unless... ...you think there was an alternative escape route...? Is that what you think, Mr. Wright?
Judge:
IS that what you think, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(IS that what you think, Phoenix? Was there an alternative escape route?)
Of course
Leads to:
"Yes, of course there must have been."
No way
Phoenix:
(I don't THINK there was an alternative route, but if I say that, it's all over. I'd better think this through again.)
Leads back to:
"Was there an alternative escape route?"
Phoenix:
Yes, of course there must have been. (Just don't ask me what...)
Apollo:
............! You're just bluffing again, aren't you?
Phoenix:
Me? Bluff? No way! (............He knows me too well.)
............It's fine, Mr. Wright... Even a bluff would suit me just fine... As long as you can...
Apollo:
...clear up this doubt inside me!
Phoenix:
............Wait! So is that what this is all about?!
Apollo:
I... I want to believe in Athena. I really do. But what is faith without doubt? That's why... I need to question her guilt! So that once the truth finally comes out, I can really, fully trust her!
Athena:
So that you can... really trust me?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It seems your junior partner has just showed us what trials are truly all about.
Phoenix:
I believe you're right.
Edgeworth:
We prosecutors painstakingly question every detail in pursuit of the defendant.
Phoenix:
While we lawyers believe in and defend our clients to the end.
Judge:
When both sides go all-out against each other, that's when we discover the truth.
Edgeworth:
Precisely. And when the battle is over, we will understand the true meaning of trust. That is exactly what trials are about, wouldn't you agree?
Apollo:
Yes. I couldn't ignore the seed of doubt that was growing inside me. So I decided I needed to face it head-on! No matter what the truth is that's waiting ahead, I won't be afraid!
Athena:
............
Phoenix:
(That's so like Apollo, always uber-earnest about things like this...) Mr. Justice... I vow to dispel every last bit of doubt in your heart!
Apollo:
Good! Because I want to believe in Ms. Cykes again!
Phoenix:
(You're really hoping there WAS an alternative route, aren't you, Apollo? But if I use the process of elimination, there really aren't that many possibilities. Director Cosmos was at the southern exit... ...leaving only the Control Room and the corridor to the Space Museum. Which door could the culprit have escaped through?)
Apollo:
Come on, Mr. Wright! Where do you think the culprit escaped to?
Present Space Museum Corridor
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"They really only could've escaped to the corridor to the Space Museum."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Apollo:
There? I doubt anybody could have escaped that way...
Phoenix:
But can you really say with certainty that it isn't possible?
Apollo:
............ Yes, I believe I can.
Phoenix:
...I guess you're right.
Apollo:
What are you doing?! This is serious, Mr. Wright!
Judge:
Please be serious, Mr. Wright!
Leads back to:
"(You're really hoping there WAS an alternative route, aren't you, Apollo?)"
Phoenix:
They really only could've escaped to the corridor to the Space Museum. All they had to do was use the unconscious Mr. Starbuck's prints to get through the door.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
It appears that all you're trying to establish is Ms. Cykes's guilt. If the culprit used that route, the only exit would have been into Boarding Lounge 2. The logical conclusion of your argument is that the killer is none other than the defendant!
Phoenix:
Ungh...
Apollo:
............I knew it... That's the only way it could be, huh? If the culprit escaped into the corridor that leads to the Space Museum... ...then I guess it's true. The only exit WOULD have been into Boarding Lounge 2.
Phoenix:
But Ms. Cykes was the only person... ...captured by the Boarding Lounge 2 security camera.
Apollo:
I investigated the crime scene thoroughly... ...but the only place the culprit could have escaped to was the Space Museum corridor. There weren't any other secret corridors or anything.
Edgeworth:
So the leaves us with no other conclusion to draw but that Athena Cykes was the culprit.
Phoenix:
(What could the answer be? Was there really no other escape route? ............But, hold on a second. What if...? Where did those mysterious leaves we saw in the corridor come from? What if they're a clue to the culprit's real escape route...?) ............I think it IS possible that the culprit escaped into the Space Museum... ...but then came out using a route other than into Boarding Lounge 2.
Apollo:
Oh?!
Phoenix:
Launch Pad 1 and the Space Museum were switched after the bombing, meaning... ...the Space Museum corridor was moving along the rail at the time. Which is exactly when an alternative escape route opened up for our culprit!
Apollo:
A-Are you kidding me?!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Judging by the intense look in your eyes, I take it you're serious. Very well, then, Mr. Wright. Do tell. Where could the culprit have gone from the Museum corridor besides Boarding Lounge 2?
Present area outside the Space Center
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"We found something odd while investigating the Museum corridor this afternoon."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Edgeworth:
I see... So you're saying that the Space Museum corridor... ...leads to a spot somewhere in your head? What must it be like, being Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
What?
Edgeworth:
After all, this "alternative escape route" seems to exist only in your mind.
Phoenix:
Gah... (Well, I think I have a beautiful mind...!)
Edgeworth:
Perhaps we'd better shut the security door on that corridor tightly... ...so that your ridiculous delusions don't seep out onto us.
Judge:
Yes, shut it AND lock it, too!
Phoenix:
(Launch Pad 1 and the Space Museum were switched after the bombing, meaning... the Space Museum corridor was moving along the rail at the time. Which is exactly when an alternative escape route opened up for our culprit!) Please let me try that again!
Edgeworth:
Fine. Just don't exhaust all of your mental capacities while you're at it.
Leads back to:
"Where could the culprit have gone from the Museum corridor besides Boarding Lounge 2?"
Phoenix:
We found something odd while investigating the Museum corridor this afternoon. Namely, a few dead leaves on the floor. Considering where dead leaves come from... they point us to exactly where the culprit escaped to.
Apollo:
Yes, I remember seeing some leaves myself............ Aaaaah! Do you mean...?!
Phoenix:
Yup. While the Space Museum was in motion, just beyond that corridor's safety door... ...was an alternative place that the culprit could use to escape. In other words, the culprit's real escape route was... ...the area outside the Space Center!
Edgeworth:
You're
Apollo:
Freakin'
Judge:
INSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Do you know how impossible that would be?! That corridor is level with the third floor! Even if the culprit tried to leap to the outside wall of the Space Center building... ...they would fall to their death!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ordinarily, yes. But after the bombing incident, the culprit could make use of a certain item.
Edgeworth:
And what item was it, exactly, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
All right. This is what the culprit used to leap to the outside wall of the main building.
Present Emergency Ladder
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"An emergency ladder...?!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Why don't you demonstrate how it could've been done with that, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Um, what?
Edgeworth:
You're saying that the culprit used that to escape, are you not? Then why don't you show us and use that item yourself to leap to a third-floor wall!
Phoenix:
Well, uh... GAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
I suggest a less reckless answer next time, Mr. Wright!
Edgeworth:
Why don't you try one more time?
Leads back to:
"All right. This is what the culprit used to leap to the outside wall of the main building."
Edgeworth:
An emergency ladder...?!
Phoenix:
There was an emergency ladder in the fourth-floor robotics lab. And it was used that day after the explosions to help evacuate people. Ms. Blackquill herself used that ladder to escape down to ground level. Recall that the launch pads were switched after the ladder was lowered. The corridor would have passed by the ladder while the pads were being switched. And that's when the culprit literally sprang into action! And leapt onto the ladder!
Apollo:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Wh-Who could have imagined...?!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Well! An alternative escape route seems to have emerged!
Apollo:
Which means someone other than Ms. Cykes could have been the culprit, right?!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Making things up on the fly in an attempt to sway the court again, are we, Mr. Wright? Your theory has so many holes, it puts Swiss cheese to shame!
Phoenix:
All right, then. Name one.
Edgeworth:
I have here detailed information about the Space Center. According to this... ...the distance between the Museum Corridor and the main building during movement is... ...a full twenty feet.
Phoenix:
T-Twenty feet? You're pulling my leg, right?
Edgeworth:
In addition, the corridor is three floors from the ground, or roughly fifty feet. What's more, the culprit would be leaping to a precarious place............ an unstable ladder.
Phoenix:
Urk.
Edgeworth:
Human beings feel fear in dangerous situations. It's a basic survival instinct. An ordinary person would certainly hesitate before jumping... ...or even freeze in fear and not jump at all.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
B-But the culprit had just murdered someone. They weren't in an ordinary state of mind.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Nevertheless, why would they have taken that kind of risk? They could have waited for the switch to be complete and escaped to Boarding Lounge 2.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Because there was a security camera in Boarding Lounge 2. The culprit knew they would be recorded if they left the Space Museum that way!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
In that case, the culprit could have hidden in the museum until things settled down... ...and then blended in with the other people after the museum was opened.
Phoenix:
That's a good point!
Edgeworth:
But you claim that, despite all this, the culprit took a twenty-foot death-defying leap? And all in the brief moment that the corridor and ladder passed by each other?
Phoenix:
That's.... also a good point...
Edgeworth:
They would have needed a running start while the corridor was moving to make that jump. If their timing was off or if they couldn't jump far enough, it would have been instant death. What kind of person would attempt something like that?!
Phoenix:
Stop bringing up good points, Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
This "true culprit" of yours is nothing but a figment of your imagination!
Phoenix:
Why do you always have to point out every flaw?!?!?!
Apollo:
Mr. Edgeworth's right -- that does sound pretty insane. The culprit would have to be someone who feels no fear, like a stuntman.
Phoenix:
(But everyone feels fear on some level, right? ............Wait a minute! Aha! I've got it this time!) I can prove that there is someone who could've used this alternate escape route!
Edgeworth:
Oh, can you now?
Phoenix:
This proves the possibility of a person who could've used this alternative escape route!
Present Phantom's Psych Profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"What's that, Mr. Wright?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This should clear everything up!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Clearly not.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Yes, it does! It even suggests the possibility of a third or fourth escape route!
Judge:
The only thing this suggests to me is YOU need an escape route out of life.
Phoenix:
Gah! (That didn't work... Didn't I have some evidence that proves the existence of somebody without fear...?)
Leads back to:
"This proves the possibility of a person who could've used this alternative escape route!"
Apollo:
What's that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
This is a certain person's very interesting psych profile. "The subject... doesn't experience feelings like normal people do." In other words, this person doesn't feel happiness, sadness, or fear.
Apollo:
Doesn't feel... fear?
Edgeworth:
............W-Wright...! You can't be serious?!
Phoenix:
Without the constraint of fear... ...he could easily do what an ordinary person wouldn't dare! Just as you or I could do a broad jump on the ground without the slightest fear... ...this "subject" could make a twenty-foot leap, fifty feet up in the air. He could choose this extreme way of escaping without hesitation!
Apollo:
So you're saying that to a person without fear... ...the alternative route would be quicker and eliminate the chance that they'd be spotted? That's definitely pretty extreme, Mr. Wright!
Judge:
But was there such a person at the scene?
Phoenix:
Yes, the phantom, that mysterious, shadowy figure who keeps popping up...
Judge:
Oh dear!
Edgeworth:
The phantom... again...?!
Phoenix:
I knew the phantom was there behind the scenes of the Space Center bombing. But I wasn't sure if he was connected to the murder of Clay Terran as well. However, now it's all clear! The phantom is the one who not only bombed the Space Center, but also killed Mr. Terran!
Edgeworth:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--
Apollo:
--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Order in the court! Order, I say! M-Mr. Wright, please continue!
Phoenix:
There were just too many similarities between this case and the one from seven years ago. "But why?" you may ask. It can only be because both incidents are the work of the same phantom!
Apollo:
So then, this "phantom"... is the one who killed Clay...?! But who IS he?!
Phoenix:
(This phantom has been haunting this case, pulling the strings in the background... Who could this unidentified, international spy be?)
Edgeworth:
Wright, this escape route must've been a part of the phantom's plan from the start. As was tricking Director Cosmos into switching the launch pads. The bomb on the second floor was meant to make the elevators and stairs unusable. That's why he gave advance warning and planted the bombs where he did.
Phoenix:
Yes, I think you're right. ............But it doesn't explain this one last thing.
Aura:
So I lowered my emergency ladder like the detective leading the evacuation told me to. But it was such a pain. Why couldn't they have used the ladders in the other rooms?
Phoenix:
The robotics lab wasn't the only room with an emergency ladder. But he couldn't have made that leap unless he was certain which one it would be.
Apollo:
So, you mean... ...the phantom was someone who knew that particular ladder was going to be used?
Phoenix:
That's right.
Judge:
Hmm... Who could it be?
Phoenix:
............Wait a minute...
"So I lowered my emergency ladder like the detective leading the evacuation told me to."
Phoenix:
Ms. Blackquill lowered the ladder... after being told to by the detective leading the...? ............AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (Y-You've gotta be kidding me!)
Edgeworth:
Did you figure it out, Wright? Do you know who the phantom is?!
Phoenix:
Yes, I do...
Apollo:
Wh-Who is it?! Who killed Clay?!
Phoenix:
(Our mystery spy, known as the phantom, is none other than...!)
Present Bobby Fulbright profile
Leads to:
"After the explosions, a member of the staff crossed paths with a certain detective."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Unbelievable! This person is the spy?!
Phoenix:
That's right. We were all completely fooled!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, please don't be fooled by Mr. Wright here. He picked that person without putting any thought into it at all.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! How dare you take me for a foolishly foolish fool! Unacceptable!
Phoenix:
But I don't, Your Honor! And I'll prove it! (After the explosions, somebody gave the order to lower that emergency ladder. That person is the phantom!) I promise to reveal who the phantom is this time, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"(Our mystery spy, known as the phantom, is none other than...!)"
After the explosions, a member of the staff crossed paths with a certain detective.
"I was on duty on the fourth floor. It was quite the madhouse, I tell you!"
Phoenix:
As for the detective who was leading the evacuation from the fourth floor... ...he had a very specific objective in mind.
"So I lowered my emergency ladder like the detective leading the evacuation told me to."
Phoenix:
His objective was to secure his own escape route!
"We lowered an emergency ladder from a fourth floor window and escaped that way. Once everyone else got out safely, I made my way down too, and headed to the shelter."
Phoenix:
This is a detective you all know. He's even the lead detective on the current case... He appears to be a very emotional man, but his psych profile says he is without emotion.
Edgeworth:
What?! Are you saying...?!
Apollo:
Y-You mean the phantom is...?!
Judge:
D-Detective Bobby Fulbright?!
Phoenix:
Exactly. We were all taken in by his fake persona. Detective Fulbright's real identity is the phantom!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court...! Mr. Wright! How could this be?
Phoenix:
That's easy, Your Honor. Detective Fulbright was leading the fourth floor evacuation effort. Our first clue is that he made no attempt to have any other ladder put to use. The ladder in the robotics lab is the only one he ordered to be lowered. The second is that he directed everybody to the basement shelter via this ladder.
Edgeworth:
Verily! It was all a part of his plan to create an escape route!
Phoenix:
After Detective Fulbright saw to it that the ladder was lowered from the robotics lab... ...he went to the lounge, where he killed Clay Terran, and escaped into the Space Museum. The Museum started moving, slowly, so he waited for the right time, got a running start... And just as the corridor was passing the ladder... he leaped onto it!
Edgeworth:
Grr... I don't believe it... That addlepated detective did all that...?!
Apollo:
Was it really him...? I mean, all this time, I thought...
Apollo:
Sorry, we didn't catch your name.
Fulbright:
My name? I'm Bobby Fulbright! The heroic detective who defends our good citizens from evil! The champion of justice who comes running whenever you're in need! And my catchphrase? It's "In justice we trust!"
Athena:
Then... his concern for Simon... was also all just one big act...?
Fulbright:
I swore to reform Prosecutor Blackquill and make him a valued member of society again... ...so I can't just sit by and watch him give in to his emotions, and tear the defendant apart!
Apollo:
THAT monster killed Clay?! He--! He had me completely fooled! Come to think of it, he's the one who brought that bloodstained lighter to court, too! The scumbag even made me turn on Athena! Damn it! How the hell did I fall for all that?!
Edgeworth:
For him to have wormed his way into the police department as well... Nnrgh!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, the defense demands to question Detective Bobby Fulbright!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, I agree that we need to hear from him right away. The court will take a short recess, and then Detective Fulbright will take the stand!
December 20, 5:23 PM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Athena:
Thank you so much, Mr. Wright! If it wasn't for everything you did, I... I...
Phoenix:
Don't thank me yet. We still have an uphill battle to fight.
Athena:
You got it, Boss!
Apollo:
............
Athena:
A-Apollo...! ............
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Well, this is awkward...)
Apollo:
Athena, can you do me a favor?
Athena:
Huh? What is it?
Apollo:
Could you............ punch me, please?
Athena:
Wh-What?! Why should I do that?!
Apollo:
Because I should've believed in you! I let the seed of doubt inside me get the best of me. I'm really sorry that I didn't trust-- OUCH!
Athena:
Don't be such a dope! I was really touched by what you did!
Apollo:
............Huh? Now what are YOU talking about?
Apollo:
I... I want to believe in Athena. I really do. But what is faith without doubt? That's why... I need to question her guilt! So that once the truth finally comes out, I can really, fully trust her!
Athena:
You took the time and effort to genuinely think about who I am and what I'm made of... After all that, how could I punch a true friend like you, Apollo?
Phoenix:
(You didn't have any trouble slapping him a second ago...)
Apollo:
Thanks, Athena. And thanks for waking me up to reality again.
Phoenix:
(Guess I know now who to call if I ever get sleepy in court...)
???:
It looks like you have some promising young people working under you.
Phoenix:
...Edgeworth. Yeah. I think they're pretty great, myself. (And they're not afraid to keep me in line...)
Edgeworth:
Anyway, I have some very good news. Aura Blackquill has surrendered and the hostages have been set free.
Phoenix:
Trucy and all the others...?! Oh, thank goodness!!!
Edgeworth:
............Ms. Blackquill said she had something she really needed to do. So I granted her special permission to do what she must.
Phoenix:
I wonder what it is? Ms. Blackquill!
Aura:
............I didn't come to apologize, if that's what you're thinking. My actions are what allowed the truth of what happened seven years ago to come to light. But I did come because I had something to say to all of you.
Clonco:
Miss Aura...
Phoenix:
(She'd better not be here to complain about something...)
Edgeworth:
............Ms. Blackquill, I want to apologize to you. The fact that you couldn't trust the court system is our fault.
Aura:
Ha ha ha! Yes, it's true the courts are filled with incompetent idiots. Still... I suppose I could let you handle the rest of this case for me.
Clonco:
Oh, Miss Aura! Does this mean you're starting to trust the system again?!
Aura:
No, of course not! Be quiet, Hunk of Junk! It's just... I wouldn't mind if you were the ones who took Metis's killer down.
Apollo:
Leave it to us! We'll get him!
Phoenix:
(So I guess that means she's starting to trust US at least...)
Blackquill:
...Aura.
Aura:
Simon. I'm so glad both you and the princess were cleared of all suspicion. And it's all thanks to me and my robots. You'd better be grateful.
Blackquill:
Hmph. I never imagined you would go that far... though you always were extreme. But I don't recall ever requesting your help.
Aura:
As closed as ever, I see. Well, now that you've been released, I guess it's my turn to go live in the slammer. I just hope you're not the prosecutor for my trial. You'd probably give me the death penalty.
Blackquill:
...Hmph. You know me all too well.
Phoenix:
(I guess love can take on a variety of expressions, including stunted in their case...)
Blackquill:
............But I truly was about to be executed tomorrow. Though, because of you, it looks like I won't be crossing the Styx just yet. ............You have my heartfelt thanks, Aura. I'm sorry I caused you so much anguish.
Aura:
Simon... ............ *sniffle* I'm so glad, Simon. So very glad to hear you say that...
Blackquill:
Aura...
Aura:
...All right. That's enough of that... Bailiff, take me to the Detention Center.
Phoenix:
(What Ms. Blackquill did was inexcusable... ...but it's clear she did it out of love for her brother...)
Athena:
I still can't wrap my mind around Detective Fulbright being the phantom...
Apollo:
I...! I can't believe he killed Clay!
Blackquill:
Right. And murdered my mentor, which brought great distress upon little Athena. ......Chief Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Yes...?
Blackquill:
I would ask a favor. Would you allow me to stand at the prosecutor's bench for this trial? I wish to claim the phantom's head by my own hand.
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. That was my plan all along. After all... ...it's highly unconventional for a man of my position to stand in court.
Blackquill:
............Sir...
Edgeworth:
The formal paperwork has yet to be filed, but you are hereby conditionally released. Please take the prosecutor's bench in your official capacity... ...and uncover the truth by your own hand.
Blackquill:
I'm much obliged... ...The day to part with these has come at last. Chief Prosecutor... could you?
Blackquill:
............ ............How long have I waited. Maybe it's the sense of freedom, but even the air seems fresher, the light, brighter... And I will relish slashing that blackguard Fulbright to shreds without mercy.
Phoenix:
(I don't have to be able to read his heart to see how happy he is...)
Athena:
*sniffle* I'm so glad! But I won't... cry just yet! After all, we've still got a trial to finish!
Phoenix:
(It's okay to cry, Athena. I promise.)
Apollo:
Prosecutor Blackquill... Mr. Wright... Please avenge Clay's death for me.
Phoenix:
What are you talking about, Apollo? You're coming to the defense's bench with me.
Apollo:
I am?!
Phoenix:
Well, I can't expect Athena to assist me, now can I? She's the defendant. That leaves you, Apollo.
Apollo:
But... Are you sure you want me...? I... I took a leave of absence and everything...
Phoenix:
Well, our office is pretty short-handed, and you're all I've got.
Apollo:
Th-Thank you, Mr. Wright!
Athena:
Apollo.
Apollo:
Athena, I can say it with all my heart now. I believe in your complete innocence. And now we're going to prove it to the world!
Athena:
...Thank you, Apollo! I know you can do it!
Anime cutscene
Phoenix:
So, you won't be needing that eyepatch anymore, right?
Apollo:
Right! Because I'm fine now!
Phoenix:
Now THIS is the Apollo I know!
Athena:
Welcome back, Apollo!
Edgeworth:
It's almost time for the trial to restart, though it looks like you have things well in hand.
Phoenix:
Yup.
Edgeworth:
I should head back to the Prosecutor's Office.
Athena:
But why?
Edgeworth:
I want to look into a few things. Namely... ...the first people on the scene seven years ago, the facial data registered by the robot... ...and Detective Fulbright's background.
Phoenix:
Sounds great, Edgeworth. Thanks.
Edgeworth:
I expect to be repaid with a victory, Wright. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Phoenix:
Okay, you two all set to go?
Apollo:
You bet I am!
Athena:
Let's do this!
Phoenix:
(This is it, the final battle! The murder of Apollo's friend, the courtroom bombing incident... ...and the case that ushered in the dark age of the law seven years ago... Destiny has called us to bring the one responsible for it all to justice today!)
December 20, 5:27 PM
District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Judge:
Let us now reconvene.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Blackquill:
The prosecution has never been more ready.
Apollo:
You know, this is the first time we've been at the defense bench together since I debuted.
Phoenix:
Not that you mention it... (Although, back then, I thought you were more loud than you were reliable...) You've really come a long way since then, Apollo. You've grown a lot.
Apollo:
Well, there have been some hiccups, but I guess I've done pretty well.
Phoenix:
(He's still got that ego of his, though.)
Judge:
............Prosecutor Blackquill. With the seven-year mistake now resolved, you can finally take your rightful place... ...! Um, yes, I guess we can keep the chitchat for later...! B-Bailiff, please bring in the witness immediately!
Apollo:
Even with those handcuffs off, Prosecutor Blackquill seems to be pretty much the same.
Phoenix:
Seven years of grumpiness doesn't go away so easily, I guess.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! Bobby Fulbright here! I heard I was needed on the stand so I here I am!
Judge:
Detective Fulbright... Do you know why you have been called to give testimony?
Fulbright:
Yup! 'Cause there is only one reason why I'd be called! And that is, because it's time for justice! In justice we trust!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You can't fool us with that act anymore! Your "justice" is nothing but lies!
Fulbright:
What?! Are you questioning the integrity of my sense of justice?! ............I mean, sure, sometimes I make mistakes, but hey...
Apollo:
............He's acting exactly the same as always.
Phoenix:
Tell me about it. He must be feeling awfully confident...
Blackquill:
............Fool Bright, if you wish to dispel our suspicions, then let's get to your testimony.
Fulbright:
All right. Fine! You want me to prove my righteousness? I can certainly do that!
Witness Testimony
-- The Embodiment of Justice --
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! I am the very embodiment of justice itself!
I won't have you make me into a villain with your far-fetched arguments!
And this bit about the escape route is only a theory -- you don't have any proof!
What we DO have is proof that Athena Cykes is the culprit: this lighter with her prints on it!
Judge:
Hmm... So you're saying the suspicions against you are completely false? And that the defendant is the real culprit?
Fulbright:
Th-That's right. Mr. Lawyer's escape route is totally circumstantial! He doesn't have any proof that I made a big leap onto a ladder!
Blackquill:
We don't have proof. You are correct about that. However, you don't have any proof for your claim, either.
Fulbright:
Ngaaagh! I-I guess you're right. But you can't define justice with evidence. Who can define it, anyway? Justice... just is!
Apollo:
Apollo:
D-Don't make me......... break out a dictionary on you!
Fulbright:
Ngaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Please, don't throw the book at me!
Apollo:
Ugh... Tell me the phantom didn't just make me set up a stupid pun for him.
Phoenix:
...Let's just try not to lose focus, all right?
Fulbright:
But my justice is crystal clear! What's not clear are your eyes! Wake up and smell the justice!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Fulbright:
!
Blackquill:
Enough of your rubbish, Fool Bright. If you have even an ounce of justice, then you will answer the court's questions and prove it!
Fulbright:
............Prosecutor Blackquill?
Apollo:
Prosecutor Blackquill looks torn.
Phoenix:
Well, Fulbright was his partner after all.
Judge:
Hmm... Prosecutor Blackquill is right. The truth will be revealed in the cross-examination. The suspicions against Detective Fulbright are, at this point, only suspicions. As is my duty, I will judge the claims against the detective as impartially as I can. Does anyone have any objections?
Phoenix:
That's fine, Your Honor.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! Now, ask away and don't hold back!
Judge:
Well, there don't appear to be any objections. Very well, Mr. Wright. Please begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Embodiment of Justice --
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! I am the very embodiment of justice itself!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The "embodiment of justice"?! Those are just empty words!
Fulbright:
But they say if you keep saying something, it can eventually become the truth! Isn't that how people make their dreams come true, too? By wishing over and over?
Phoenix:
All right, all right. Let's just move on.
Fulbright:
I won't have you make me into a villain with your far-fetched arguments!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
My arguments are hardly "far-fetched"! There's careful reasoning behind my theory!
Fulbright:
Yes, well, apparently there's "reasoning" behind even a tofu burger. But what we have against Ms. Cykes, though, is not just "reasoning," but solid evidence. And it's called the lighter, with Ms. Cykes's fingerprints on it in the victim's blood!
Phoenix:
Yes, that's true, but... (But wait... Detective Fulbright was the one who brought that evidence to the trial...)
Blackquill:
If you harbor any suspicions, I suggest you ask Fool Bright, Wright-dono. Especially about that lighter...
Phoenix:
(He's right. But what exactly should I ask about...?)
The number of prints (before adding either statement)
Phoenix:
So, how many prints were found exactly?
Fulbright:
Three: the thumb, the index finger, and the middle finger of a right hand!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, that is an important statement! Could we please have it--
Fulbright:
Added to my testimony? You got it!
Judge:
...He beat me to it.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Be it investigating or testifying, speed is the key!
Adds statement "Three prints were on the lighter: the thumb, index, and middle fingers of a right hand!"
The number of prints (after adding statement "Three prints were on the lighter: the thumb, index, and middle fingers of a right hand!")
Phoenix:
(No, wait a minute. He already answered this one. He's even added a statement about it to his testimony already.)
Leads back to cross-examination
The number of prints (after adding statement "The prints were placed just the way they would be if someone were holding it lit.")
Phoenix:
So, how many prints were found exactly?
Fulbright:
Three: the thumb, the index finger, and the middle finger of a right hand!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, that is an important statement! Could we please have it--
Fulbright:
Swapped into my testimony? You got it!
Judge:
...He beat me to it.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Be it investigating or testifying, speed is the key!
Changes statement from "The prints were placed just the way they would be if someone were holding it lit." to "Three prints were on the lighter: the thumb, index, and middle fingers of a right hand!"
The position of the prints (before adding either statement)
Phoenix:
Please tell the court about the position of the prints on the lighter.
Fulbright:
They're around the same spot on either side, as they would be if she were holding it up.
Phoenix:
Hmm... I suppose if it was used to light the room, it would be held that way. Could you please add that statement to your testimony?
Adds statement "The prints were placed just the way they would be if someone were holding it lit."
The position of the prints (after adding statement "Three prints were on the lighter: the thumb, index, and middle fingers of a right hand!")
Phoenix:
Please tell the court about the position of the prints on the lighter.
Fulbright:
They're around the same spot on either side, as they would be if she were holding it up.
Phoenix:
Hmm... I suppose if it was used to light the room, it would be held that way. I believe this is important. Please swap this statement into your testimony!
Changes statement from "Three prints were on the lighter: the thumb, index, and middle fingers of a right hand!" to "The prints were placed just the way they would be if someone were holding it lit."
The position of the prints (after adding statement "The prints were placed just the way they would be if someone were holding it lit.")
Phoenix:
(No, wait a minute. He already answered this one. He's even added a statement about it to his testimony already.)
Leads back to cross examination
Fulbright:
And this bit about the escape route is only a theory -- you don't have any proof!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Then please tell us more about the circumstances surrounding the ladder.
Fulbright:
Well, I'd much rather expound on the topic of justice, but oh, all right.
Phoenix:
(Let's see. What should I ask about?)
About Aura Blackquill (before adding either statement)
Phoenix:
Please tell the court what you remember about Ms. Blackquill at the time.
Fulbright:
She appeared to be really angry that the bombing commotion was disrupting her work. She even threw a robot at me.
Phoenix:
(Yikes. I hope it wasn't poor Clonco.)
Fulbright:
This is very important information, isn't it! I'll just add this statement then!
Phoenix:
(Um, why don't you let me decide that...?)
Adds statement "Ms. Blackquill was extremely crabby about having her work interrupted!"
About Aura Blackquill (after adding statement "Ms. Blackquill was extremely crabby about having her work interrupted!")
Phoenix:
(No, wait a minute. He already answered this one. He's even added a statement about it to his testimony already.)
Leads back to cross-examination
About Aura Blackquill (after adding statement "The lab was very messy, so it was actually kind of a poor choice for the evacuation...")
Phoenix:
Please tell the court what you remember about Ms. Blackquill at the time.
Fulbright:
She appeared to be really angry that the bombing commotion was disrupting her work. She even threw a robot at me.
Phoenix:
(Yikes. I hope it wasn't poor Clonco.)
Fulbright:
This is very important information, isn't it! I'll just switch this statement in!
Phoenix:
(Um, why don't you let me decide that...?)
Changes statement from "The lab was very messy, so it was actually kind of a poor choice for the evacuation..." to "Ms. Blackquill was extremely crabby about having her work interrupted!"
About the lab (before adding either statement)
Phoenix:
Please tell us anything you remember about the lab.
Fulbright:
The lab, huh? Well, it was so messy, there was hardly anywhere to step. I guess they were in the middle of building a giant robot.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that's pretty much how it looked when we visited this afternoon, too.)
Fulbright:
Okay, I know the drill! You want me to add this statement to my testimony, don't you!
Phoenix:
What? No, um..
Fulbright:
Way ahead of you! I'll just add it in!
Adds statement "The lab was very messy, so it was actually kind of a poor choice for the evacuation..."
About the lab (after adding statement "Ms. Blackquill was extremely crabby about having her work interrupted!")
Phoenix:
Please tell us anything you remember about the lab.
Fulbright:
The lab, huh? Well, it was so messy, there was hardly anywhere to step. I guess they were in the middle of building a giant robot.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that's pretty much how it looked when we visited this afternoon, too.)
Fulbright:
Okay, I know the drill! You want me to swap this statement into my testimony, don't you!
Phoenix:
What? No, um..
Fulbright:
Way ahead of you! I'll just swap it in!
Changes statement from "Ms. Blackquill was extremely crabby about having her work interrupted!" to "The lab was very messy, so it was actually kind of a poor choice for the evacuation..."
About the lab (after adding statement "The lab was very messy, so it was actually kind of a poor choice for the evacuation...")
Phoenix:
(No, wait a minute. He already answered this one. He's even added a statement about it to his testimony already.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Fulbright:
What we DO have is proof that Athena Cykes is the culprit: this lighter with her prints on it!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You mean the lighter that was found in the Space Museum, is that right?
Fulbright:
The one and only! After Ms. Cykes murdered Mr. Terran, she escaped into the Space Museum. That's when she probably dropped the lighter. Then, after the launch pads were switched, she ran out of the Space Museum... ...where her image was caught by the security camera!
Phoenix:
(Without evidence I should probably save this fight for another time...)
Fulbright:
Three prints were on the lighter: the thumb, index, and middle fingers of a right hand!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So three prints from a right hand were found on the lighter, huh? Are you certain of this?
Fulbright:
I'd stake my life on it!
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, isn't it odd he's saying the prints are from Athena's right hand?
Phoenix:
Why would you say that?
Apollo:
Well, think about it for a sec. Athena always wears that glove on her right hand, right? So there's no way she'd leave prints of those three fingers from her right hand.
Phoenix:
Hey, great point! (Why didn't I catch that one?) Detective Fulbright! I'm sure you heard our discussion just now. About how Ms. Cykes always wears a glove on her right hand!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Well, I have only one thing to say to that! Do you have any evidence that she was wearing that glove at the time of the incident?
Phoenix:
............I guess we don't.
Fulbright:
If you want to prove the defendant innocent, you'll have to ask better questions than that.
Phoenix:
(Like I need a lecture from you, Smiles McGoo... Hmm... Should I try asking him about something else?)
The prints' position
Phoenix:
Please tell the court about the position of the prints on the lighter.
Fulbright:
They're around the same spot on either side, as they would be if she were holding it up.
Phoenix:
Hmm... I suppose if it was used to light the room, it would be held that way. I believe this is important. Please swap this statement into your testimony!
Changes statement from "Three prints were on the lighter: the thumb, index, and middle fingers of a right hand!" to "The prints were placed just the way they would be if someone were holding it lit."
Let's just press on like this
Phoenix:
Let's proceed with your testimony, shall we?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! Certainly, certainly!
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Aura's Statement
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You say the prints were from a right hand, is that correct?!"
Fulbright:
The prints were placed just the way they would be if someone were holding it lit.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Yes, Ms. Blackquill did mention she saw a lit lighter being held up.
Fulbright:
Yup! Meaning the person Ms. Blackquill saw was the owner of the fingerprints! It just strengthens the argument against Ms. Cykes!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... This line of questioning is going to get me anywhere except Convictionland... Hmm... should I try asking him something else?)
The number of prints
Phoenix:
So, how many prints were found exactly?
Fulbright:
Three: the thumb, the index finger, and the middle finger of a right hand!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, that is an important statement! Could we please have it--
Fulbright:
Swapped into my testimony? You got it?
Judge:
...He beat me to it.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Be it investigating or testifying, speed is the key!
Changes statement from "The prints were placed just the way they would be if someone were holding it lit." to "Three prints were on the lighter: the thumb, index, and middle fingers of a right hand!"
Let's just press on like this
Phoenix:
Let's proceed with your testimony, shall we?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! Certainly, certainly!
Leads back to cross-examination
Fulbright:
Ms. Blackquill was extremely crabby about having her work interrupted!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'm beginning to wonder, is Ms. Blackquill ever NOT crabby?
Fulbright:
Well, they already took her down to the station, so it's a bit late to ask her now.
Apollo:
Just my opinion, but maybe it's best we DON'T ask her about that... Ever.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Should I try asking the detective something else?)
About the lab
Phoenix:
Please tell us anything you remember about the lab.
Fulbright:
The lab, huh? Well, it was so messy, there was hardly anywhere to step. I guess they were in the middle of building a giant robot.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that's pretty much how it looked when we visited this afternoon, too.)
Fulbright:
Okay, I know the drill! You want me to swap this statement into my testimony, don't you!
Phoenix:
What? No, um...
Fulbright:
Way ahead of you! I'll just swap it in!
Changes statement from "Ms. Blackquill was extremely crabby about having her work interrupted!" to "The lab was very messy, so it was actually kind of a poor choice for the evacuation..."
Let's just press on like this
Phoenix:
Let's proceed with your testimony, shall we?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! Certainly, certainly!
Leads back to cross-examination
Fulbright:
The lab was very messy, so it was actually kind of a poor choice for the evacuation...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You aren't fooling anyone! You chose the ladder in that very room on purpose to create your escape route!
Fulbright:
That's not true! It's just that, when it comes to ladders, I'm very particular. I had a good feeling about that ladder!
Apollo:
Uh, this isn't getting us anywhere, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Huh? Did I mess up somewhere along the way?)
About Aura Blackquill
Phoenix:
Please tell the court what you remember about Ms. Blackquill at the time.
Fulbright:
She appeared to be really angry that the bombing commotion was disrupting her work. She even threw a robot at me.
Phoenix:
(Yikes. I hope it wasn't poor Clonco.)
Fulbright:
This is very important information, isn't it! I'll just switch this statement in!
Phoenix:
(Um, why don't you let me decide that...?)
Change statement from "The lab was very messy, so it was actually kind of a poor choice for the evacuation..." to "Ms. Blackquill was extremely crabby about having her work interrupted!"
Let's just press on like this
Phoenix:
Let's proceed with your testimony, shall we?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! Certainly, certainly!
Leads back to cross-examination
Before adding any additional statement
Apollo:
It looks like he's sticking with Athena as the culprit.
Phoenix:
Ugh... And it doesn't help that he has the evidence...
Apollo:
Let's press him on everything until he cracks!
After adding any additional statement
Apollo:
Hmm... This statement that was added... I'm not sure if it's relevant or not.
Phoenix:
Well, at least he seems willing to answer our questions. Let's keep asking about different things and see if we can uncover an inconsistency. (Detective Fulbright is a tougher adversary than I'd thought...)
Phoenix:
You say the prints were from a right hand, is that correct?!
Fulbright:
That's right! Very clear prints!
Phoenix:
But that just doesn't add up.
Fulbright:
Huh? What doesn't add up?
Phoenix:
According to Ms. Blackquill, who saw the culprit herself... ...this person held the lighter in their left hand.
Fulbright:
Oh?
Phoenix:
So here is the dilemma before us: Why are the prints on the lighter from a right hand instead of a left?!
Fulbright:
Ngaaagh!
Judge:
Hmm! You're right! It doesn't make sense, does it?
Phoenix:
Your Honor, this lighter can hardly be called incriminating evidence! The witness's CLAIMS don't even hold water!
Judge:
Detective Fulbright! I hope you have a good explanation for this!
Fulbright:
Hmm... I just can't understand it. They're definitely right-hand prints. But then, why are they inconsistent with Ms. Blackquill's statement...? Hmm... I've got it!
Judge:
Wh-What have you got, Detective?
Fulbright:
The mirror! The witness must have seen a reflection of the culprit in the mirror!
Judge:
Go on!
Fulbright:
Ms. Blackquill was looking in through the window of Boarding Lounge 1, wasn't she?!
Phoenix:
I believe so... ...if you mean the little window in the back and to the right of the room.
Fulbright:
That's right. And across the room on the opposite wall... ...is a large mirror.
Phoenix:
Hmm... I do remember seeing it... ............Aaaah! So are you saying...?!
Fulbright:
Yes, the culprit Ms. Blackquill saw must have been a reflection of that person in the mirror.
Judge:
Ah, I see. In that case, right and left would appear reversed, wouldn't they?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Now do you see?! That's the logic of pure justice!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But your argument is only conjecture! You don't have any proof that what Ms. Blackquill saw was a reflection--
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Wright-dono, you'd sooner nick yourself than him like that. Put some more muscle into it.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha! That's right! Besides, the lighter couldn't have been in the left hand!
Phoenix:
And why not?
Fulbright:
Ms. Blackquill said she saw an Earth emblem on the lighter, didn't she? That emblem is only on one side of the lighter.
Phoenix:
...You're right. There's no emblem on the other side.
Fulbright:
Exactly! As blank and smooth as the judge's fine scalp! If the culprit had held the lighter in their left hand, they would've covered the emblem.
Phoenix:
Uh oh...
Fulbright:
What's more, this is the kind of lighter you flick open with your thumb before lighting. So if the culprit had held it in their left hand with the emblem out and visible... ...they wouldn't have been able to open it, let alone light it. But if they had held it in their right hand, they could easily open it and light it. This all means that the culprit was definitely holding the lighter in their right hand!
Phoenix:
Noooooooooooooooooooooo! (Come baaack, my beautiful contradiction!)
Blackquill:
...Hmph. It appears you've planted a flower that bears no fruit.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! See how it withers before my flower of justice?!
Phoenix:
He's tough! He's managed to discredit almost everything I've proven up this point...
Fulbright:
In justice we trust! Now do you see? I'm not this "phantom" you've been talking about. I mean, are you sure there really is a spy? I bet they're just a figment of your imagination! *sob* Oh, it's so sad! So very sad! But I'm afraid Ms. Cykes is the culprit!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Detective Fulbright, I believe you said... ...that the emblem is only on one side of the lighter. Are you sure about that?
Fulbright:
Hmm? Of course I'm sure! Why don't you take a look for yourself and see? Do YOU see an Earth emblem on both sides of the lighter?
Apollo:
............I knew it. You're lying, Detective.
Fulbright:
P-Pardon me?
Phoenix:
You mean...?
Apollo:
Yes, my bracelet reacted to his statement about the emblem. He's definitely hiding something big. And I think if we use my talent, we might be able to figure it out.
Blackquill:
Justice-dono, are you to use that cheat of yours again?
Apollo:
It's not cheating, Prosecutor Blackquill!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Very well. Whether I like it or not, I suppose we should use whatever works right now. Go on, then.
Phoenix:
We have Prosecutor Blackquill's reluctant blessing, apparently. Okay, Apollo, you're up!
Apollo:
Here goes, then...! Detective Fulbright, could you repeat that last statement one more time?
Fulbright:
What in the world are you up to? Hmm............ All right. Fine. I'll say it as many times as you like! Listen carefully! The Earth emblem is only on the side that you can see when held in the right hand.
Perceive thumb on holster on "The Earth emblem"
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Detective Fulbright, you might not be aware of it yourself, but..."
Perceive wrong area
Apollo:
Apollo:
Aha! I spy a nervous tic!
Fulbright:
A tick? Maybe I should squash it then!
Apollo:
(That's not the kind of tic I had in mind...) Um, could you please repeat your statement?
Leads back to:
"I'll say it as many times as you like! Listen carefully!"
Apollo:
Detective Fulbright, you might not be aware of it yourself, but... ...whenever you say the phrase "The Earth emblem," your left thumb moves. In fact, it appears as though you're running it along the edge of your holster.
Fulbright:
M-Mr. Lawyer, I don't have the foggiest notion what you're talking about.
Apollo:
Be that as it may, I know it has something to do with the lighter. Let me examine it.
Fulbright:
But why? You're not making any sense! You can't just--
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph! Be still and do as you're told, Fool Bright. If you have nothing to hide, you shouldn't mind them having a look-see, should you?
Fulbright:
What...?! Not you too, Prosecutor Blackquill...!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm not sure what this is all about, but if Prosecutor Blackquill insists... ...it must be something important. I will allow the defense to examine the lighter.
Fulbright:
............Nnnghhh...
Apollo:
Good! Now maybe we'll learn something new!
Phoenix:
I hope so. Now, let's check every inch of this thing.
Examine prints on front
Apollo:
Hmm. It's hard to tell if the prints are from a right hand or a left just by looking.
Phoenix:
I don't think looking at each print with the naked eye will tell us anything new. But this lighter definitely hides a secret...
Apollo:
I agree. Let's check it out carefully.
Examine bloodstain on back
Phoenix:
Ugh... The back is covered with blood.
Apollo:
Say, do you notice anything funny about this bloodstain?
Phoenix:
You're right. It suddenly breaks off unnaturally.
Apollo:
Supposedly, the lighter was held with the right hand so that the emblem was visible. If so, the prints should be around the emblem and on the lid where you open it.
Phoenix:
You're right. There's definitely something off here.
Examine top of lid
Phoenix:
I don't see anything unusual about the top of the lid.
Apollo:
But Detective Fulbright's words were definitely hiding something. Let's look for something that has to do with what he said.
Examine moon emblem
Phoenix:
There's a moon here in relief.
Apollo:
I guess it's designed to go with the Earth. If anything is suspicious about this lighter, it's probably in this area...
Phoenix:
I don't see anything add about this, though.
Examine earth emblem
Leads to:
"So this is the Earth emblem Detective Fulbright was talking about."
Phoenix:
So this is the Earth emblem Detective Fulbright was talking about.
Apollo:
See anything noteworthy?
Phoenix:
...Huh? H-Hey! Look at this! The emblem's actually some kind of button!
Apollo:
Wow! It transformed... into something...
Phoenix:
A handle, a trigger. Is this what I think it is...?
Blackquill:
............There's no question, it seems. What you have there is a gun.
Judge:
A WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
A gun............ So that's it. Your Honor, please recall this morning's trial, when Director Cosmos was on the stand. The bullet that hit the oxygen tank was extremely small, maybe a .10 caliber. This little compact gun probably takes bullets of that caliber.
Apollo:
It looks like this is the gun that was fired at the scene.
Judge:
I'm flabbergasted! The lighter... was a gun?!
Phoenix:
So when Detective Fulbright would touch his holster...
Apollo:
That's right. Whenever he mentioned the Earth emblem... ...he must have subconsciously thought about the secret behind the lighter. In other words, he knew it was a gun from the very beginning.
Fulbright:
............
Apollo:
A lighter that transforms into a gun seems like a spy gadget to me. It's not the kind of thing any ordinary person can get their hands on. In fact, I'd say it's strictly in the domain of elite spies! Detective Fulbright, you WILL explain yourself!
Fulbright:
............ Ha ha ha ha ha! There's nothing for me to explain! I didn't know the lighter could transform! I mean, it was found in the Space Museum, and then I brought it straight in! ............I didn't even have time to check it out.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Whenever you mentioned the Earth emblem, you touched your holster! You subconsciously did that because you knew it was a gun!
Fulbright:
Accuse me all you want, but where is your proof?! Do you have any evidence that I knew the lighter was a gun?
Apollo:
...Not exactly...
Fulbright:
And whose prints are on it? Ms. Cykes's prints! It proves that she's the culprit who fired the gun at the scene!
Apollo:
Argh!
Judge:
I-It would appear that the detective is right...
Fulbright:
Are you guys really trying to prove your client innocent or what?! ...Although it pains me to do this, now that we are where we are... ...I have to make the following assertions, coming from the prosecution's side. The person who fired the gun at Director Cosmos in the lounge after the incident... ...and the person Ms. Blackquill saw holding the lighter... ...and the person who murdered Mr. Terran... ...and the person who bombed the Space Center... ...are all the defendant, Athena Cykes! The prints on the lighter are decisive proof!
Apollo:
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Now do you see? A man on the side of justice couldn't possibly be the culprit! And I think this about sums up Ms. Cykes's part in the whole affair.
Judge:
The evidence certainly does seem to point to the defendant's guilt. Do you have anything to say, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
...Evidence is everything in court. Therefore, Fool Bright's claims... stand firm.
Apollo:
B-But...!
Phoenix:
Calm down, Apollo. He's just saying that because he has to as the prosecutor.
Fulbright:
Mr. Lawyer, our job is to pursue criminals in the name of justice! You shouldn't cast suspicion on people based on something as dubious as a habit! In fact, you have a bad habit of showing up in court with an awful case of bed head!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Says the man who wears sunglasses at night. If it's proof you want, it's proof you'll get! I'll prove that lighter is not Ms. Cykes's, but yours!
Fulbright:
Hmm?
Phoenix:
Sounds like you've hit on something, Apollo.
Apollo:
It's just, if the prints on the lighter are the basis for accusing Athena... ...I think we should reconsider the credibility of the evidence itself.
Phoenix:
You mean, you think this lighter might be forged evidence?!
Apollo:
That's right. It could all be part of Fulbright's bigger plot. Did he do anything out of the ordinary while I was off on my own?
Phoenix:
...I can definitely think of a few things.
Fulbright:
It is, indeed! Have a look at this!
Judge:
What's this? A lighter?
Athena:
Detective, we'd like to run a comparison on some prints we found in the boarding lounge.
Fulbright:
Ah, yes! I just happened to have compiled the print data of everyone related to this case! I can always make another copy for myself, so it's all yours! Consider it a gift.
Phoenix:
(If we assume he's been laying a big trap for us all along... There's gotta be something off about this piece of evidence. What's wrong with the lighter as a piece of evidence?)
How the prints were left on it
Phoenix:
(No, I guess I don't see anything strange about how the prints were left on the lighter... Nothing unusual about the angle of the prints or how they are patchy in places, but...)
Leads back to:
"There's gotta be something off about this piece of evidence."
The owner of the prints
Leads to:
"Are they really Athena's fingerprints?"
Where the prints are on it
Phoenix:
(Anything odd about where the prints are? No, I guess if it was fired as a gun... ...that's about where the prints would be, but...)
Leads back to:
"There's gotta be something off about this piece of evidence."
Phoenix:
(Are they really Athena's fingerprints? They definitely matched her print data... Hmm... But what about the data itself...?) Detective Fulbright, you were the one who provided us with the lighter and print data... ...isn't that correct?
Fulbright:
............Yes. What about it?
Phoenix:
You say Ms. Cykes's prints matched the print data... ...but I have to wonder, was the data you used official?
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! Are you suggesting that the evidence might have been fabricated?!
Phoenix:
I guess there's only one way to find out. Let's re-examine the prints... ...using the official, sanctioned print data of the people involved in this case.
Fulbright:
What?! You dare insult the epitome of justice and integrity?! There's no need for such antics!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Your Honor, I lend my voice to the defense's request. You must allow the test to be re-run.
Judge:
Very well, then... Bailiff!
Judge:
Ah! It appears that the official data is here.
Phoenix:
And the results?
Judge:
Hmm... Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm............ It's... It's just as the defense claims... This proves that the prints on the lighter do not belong to the defendant!
Fulbright:
NGAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
Yes!
Judge:
The fingerprints actually belong to the victim, Mr. Clay Terran.
Lighter updated in the Court Record.
Apollo:
They were Clay's fingerprints on the lighter...?
Blackquill:
Ah, I see. Come to think of it... ...wasn't it you, Fool Bright, who collected the victim's prints?
Fulbright:
I personally removed his glove during the investigation. We had to get his fingerprints to confirm his identity, after all.
Blackquill:
When you took the deceased's fingerprints... ...you could have easily planted his prints on the lighter with his blood. After which, you wiped the blood off of his hand.
Fulbright:
Ngaaah.
Phoenix:
By your own admission, you were also the one who compiled the phony print data. All to put the blame on Ms. Cykes!
Fulbright:
NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
This ploy must've been to distract us from the phantom who was behind everything. You were out to create the impression that the phantom wasn't the true culprit.
Judge:
S-So does this mean... Detective Fulbright really IS the phantom?
Phoenix:
Remember the killer's escape route. No ordinary person... ...would have been fearless enough to attempt it. Nobody but the phantom -- the man with no emotions -- could've done it.
Fulbright:
NGAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
Detective Fulbright, you were the only one who could've used that escape route.
Fulbright:
Ngaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! I... I...!
Blackquill:
Fool Bright! Are you really the phantom?
Fulbright:
............
Blackquill:
Answer me, or so help me I will slash you to tiny slivers where you stand!
Fulbright:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! All right! All right! I'll talk! I-I confess. ............I... I'm not the phantom.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
It's all over. Now be a man and admit it already!
Fulbright:
B-But I'm not a spy! ............I'm an undercover investigator. I've actually been after the phantom myself.
Judge:
An under-the-cover investigator...? That sounds less than wholesome to me...
Blackquill:
...A person who hides his identity and secretly investigates in order to uncover information. And that's what you really are, Fool Bright?
Fulbright:
That's right, I was working to track down the phantom... But, sadly... ...even though I was supposed to catch the spy, the spy ended up catching me. He took my family hostage and forced me to cooperate with him.
Judge:
What?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You're telling us this NOW?! But if what you say is true, then... ...who was the mystery person Ms. Blackquill and Mr. Starbuck saw?
Fulbright:
It was the phantom, I tell you! All I did was help him by having that emergency ladder lowered for him!
Apollo:
Apollo:
I don't believe you! Then how do you explain the fabricated lighter?!
Fulbright:
That was also one of the phantom's demands. Being the detective in charge of the case, it was easy for me to fabricate evidence. Pinning the crime on Athena Cykes was just another one of the phantom's orders!
Apollo:
And you expect me to buy that?!
Blackquill:
...Fool Bright, what was the phantom's ultimate objective?
Fulbright:
I was told it was to sabotage the rocket launch. ...Someone who didn't want the launch to happen must've given him the order.
Blackquill:
............
Fulbright:
Actually, I have to apologize to you, too. The phantom told me to get close to you. He ordered me to get back that psych profile you have on him.
Blackquill:
............So, he sent a buzzard of his own to tail me this past year, did he?
Fulbright:
I... I haven't been a champion of justice... ............I've just been a pawn of evil... ...a pawn of the phantom who stole the moon rock and killed Dr. Cykes seven years ago...
Blackquill:
...Enough, Fool Bright. Just tell us the phantom's true identity.
Fulbright:
I don't know. He was very careful to hide it. He has top secret information for all kinds of corporations and countries... ...so there's a number of organizations that want him dead. If people believed I was the phantom... ...I could be killed on the spot! Why, I bet even now... ...there are assassins lurking nearby! This case is about the phantom after all.
Blackquill:
...With the ceiling blown off, I suppose you are vulnerable to a sniper's shot in this courtroom.
Phoenix:
(Just two seconds ago, Fulbright was treating Athena like a criminal... Does he really think he's going to lie his way out of it now?)
Apollo:
But on the surface, everything does seem to make sense. This could be bad, Mr. Wright, if we can't find a flaw in his logic!
Phoenix:
(He's right! After we've come all this way, we can't let Fulbright wriggle free now!)
Fulbright:
There. I finally told the truth.
Now I hope you see how foolish it was to think I was the phantom!
Fulbright:
You're an intelligent man, Prosecutor Blackquill. You believe me, right?
Blackquill:
............I believe you. I don't think you're the phantom.
Phoenix:
What?! How can you say that, Prosecutor Blackquill?! It's obvious he's the phantom!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Evidence is everything, Wright-dono. And you must admit there's no clear evidence that Fool Bright is the phantom.
Phoenix:
Ngah.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes. As I recall, the only solid proof we've seen up to this point... ...is the fact that Detective Fulbright fabricated evidence.
Phoenix:
B-But...!
Fulbright:
............
Blackquill:
...I've known Fool Bright here for a year now. And all this time, he's been quite intent on rehabilitating me. I don't believe his efforts were a lie.
Fulbright:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill!
Blackquill:
This fool truly thought he could reform a death-row inmate like me. He went so out of his way in his efforts for me, he actually became quite a nuisance, really.
Fulbright:
*sob* Prosecutor Blackquill! You believe meeeeeeee!
Phoenix:
(Please tell me Prosecutor Blackquill hasn't REALLY been taken in by this big phony?!)
Blackquill:
However, even if it was against your will... ...you still acted as the phantom's accomplice. You will have to pay the price for that. Throw yourself at my mercy! And don't you ever betray me again! Have you got that?!
Fulbright:
............Y-Yes! Thank you! Oh, thank yooooou!
Judge:
*sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* S-Such a bond of trust is a rare and beautiful thing...! In any case, it looks like everything has been resolved. I can now hand down a "not guilty" verdict with confidence.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Very good! I'm very glad to hear it! It's all over. Everything's been cleared up, and Ms. Cykes will go free as well!
Athena:
............
Apollo:
M-Mr. Wright! We can't let the trial end here! If we do, the phantom -- the man who killed Clay -- will get away!
Phoenix:
I know! I know! But...! (Argh! What do I do?! I don't have any proof that Detective Fulbright is the phantom! Is this it...? Is he going to get away just like that...?)
Fulbright:
Now, if you'll excuse me, my next investigation awaits! And with that............ I'm off!
Athena:
Athena:
The defense-- No, wait... Not "the defense"... The defendant feels it's not time for a verdict yet, and would like to see this trial continue.
Judge:
Wh-What?! But I was just about to declare you innocent of all charges!
Athena:
............Hmm... It just doesn't feel right to be standing here. Hey, Apollo! Think you could scooch over?
Phoenix:
Athena, what are you doing?! (Hope we don't get held in contempt of court!)
Athena:
I have some questions for you, Detective Fulbright. Are you relieved that you are no longer under suspicion of being the phantom? Are you grateful to Prosecutor Blackquill for what he's done for you?
Fulbright:
O-Of course I am! And I'm truly grateful from the bottom of my heart!
Phoenix:
Athena, where are you going with these questions?
Athena:
I have yet to hear a single emotion behind any of Detective Fulbright's words, Boss. The suspicion against him has been cleared up, but he's not feeling happy at all.
Phoenix:
What? Does that mean...?!
Athena:
We may not have any evidence, but the heart doesn't lie!
Phoenix:
That's it! With your special ability, we just might be able to stop him!
Athena:
Your Honor! The detective has been deeply traumatized by our accusations!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, well... Even before all this, I thought he was a rather odd fellow...
Athena:
If he doesn't get counseling right away, who knows what might happen to him?!
Fulbright:
Hee hee hee hee! Hoo hoo hoo! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Prosecutor Blackquill! Can you believe the nonsense the defense is spouting?!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Fool Bright, I think you'd better have that counseling.
Fulbright:
Not you, too?!
Blackquill:
You've been making batty remarks ever since you were accused of being the phantom... ...such as, you're an undercover investigator, and your family has been taken hostage. ...I fear you might have finally lost it.
Fulbright:
B-B-But I thought you believed me...?!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, how you amuse me so!
Phoenix:
Wh-What's going on here?
Athena:
That was an excellent bit of psychological manipulation just now, Simon!
Blackquill:
I knew you would catch on, Athena.
Phoenix:
Huh? Mind filling me in here?
Athena:
Hee hee. Guess we left you in the dust, huh, Mr. Wright? Simon was only pretending to believe Detective Fulbright... Because he knew I'd notice if there was a lack of emotions, like joy or relief, in his response. So he gave me the chance to take a listen. And listen I did to the voice of Detective Fulbright's heart!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! You two were working together just now?!
Blackquill:
Come now, Athena! Show us what's inside Fool Bright's heart!
Athena:
You got it! Time to check the instant replay! Widget, mon ami! Let's do this!
Fulbright:
Thank you for believing in me, Prosecutor Blackquill!
Fulbright:
I am an undercover investigator, but the phantom was coercing me!
Fulbright:
He stole the moon rock and killed Dr. Cykes seven years ago!
Fulbright:
I'm a bad, bad person for cooperating with such a man!
Fulbright:
But he took my family hostage! What else could I do?!
Phoenix:
Even with all his over-the-top expressions and gestures, he's registering no emotion at all?!
Athena:
It's just like I thought, and right in line with the phantom's psych profile.
Fulbright:
............
Athena:
Detective Fulbright! This lack of emotion proves you're the phantom! Hey! What's going on?!
Phoenix:
Wait! Hold it! What do you think you're doing, Detective?
Fulbright:
............Me? I'm not doing anything.
Athena:
He's trying to hack into the Mood Matrix program! I can't do anything with it like this!
Fulbright:
Gaaagh!
Blackquill:
Fancy device you have there, but I'll tolerate no cheating, thank you.
Fulbright:
............Ha ha ha! Sorry about that! As an undercover agent, I tend to use my secret arsenal without even thinking!
Phoenix:
(More like, as a spy...)
Athena:
Thanks, Prosecutor Blackquill! There! Now that you can't hack me anymore... ...I dare you to try to hide your lack of emotions from us!
Fulbright:
............ Ha ha ha ha ha! Lack of emotion? What are you talking about? Of course I have feelings! *sob* As a matter of fact, you've wounded me very deeply with that accusation!
Athena:
What's going on?! All of a sudden, I'm getting an overwhelmingly happy reading!
Apollo:
Huh? But he's literally crying us a river over there...
Fulbright:
............Oops. My mistake. How about this? Graaaagh!
Athena:
Yikes! Now he's angry all of a sudden?!
Apollo:
What's he trying to pull?
Blackquill:
Like as not, it would appear our friend is not completely without emotion. It's just as it says in Dr. Cykes's profile of the phantom. The subject has a "unique psychological makeup with almost no emotional fluctuation."
Athena:
Oh, I get it! So he has SOME emotions, right?
Blackquill:
Precisely. Which leads me to wonder why you can't sense any emotion from him at all. I believe it's most likely because he is controlling his emotions.
Fulbright:
Very good, Prosecutor Blackquill! You are correct! It's the result of my daily training! A very important skill for us undercover investigators, you know!
Phoenix:
(More like, "for us SPIES"... Seriously. But I wonder why he suddenly showed several strong emotions...? Wait a minute... I think I know!) I sense there's a feeling you're trying to hide with your exaggerated emotions, Detective.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! A feeling I'm trying to hide? That's a good one! You're the ones who have been saying I'm the phantom because I don't have any emotions! I was just trying to show you the range of deep emotions I truly possess!
Athena:
Then you have no objections to me analyzing you, right?
Fulbright:
...No. Analyze away. But I will state it again: I am not the phantom. And be forewarned that your analysis will have no effect! Because you're about to see what an undercover agent can really do!
Fulbright:
Me, the phantom?! No way!
Fulbright:
Oh, I'm so sad! *sob* See?! I told you I have emotions!
Fulbright:
How dare you accuse me of being someone who would kill over a moon rock?!
Pinpoint Fear
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"I found it! I found the one emotion you're truly feeling!"
Fulbright:
I do regret cooperating with the phantom, of course...
Fulbright:
But I'm so glad this whole misunderstanding is cleared up now!
Phoenix:
What the--?! How are we supposed to pick out what's unnatural from this mess?!
Athena:
I don't know what we can do with this, either...
Phoenix:
This must be his defenses against your ability.
Athena:
S-So you think this is what he meant by what he's really capable of?
Apollo:
I'd hate to know what's going on inside that guy's head...
Phoenix:
Well, we know he's hiding something, and that he feels threatened by Athena. Being only human, his true feelings -- an emotion he can't completely conceal... ...must be hidden somewhere in his testimony!
Phoenix:
I found it! I found the one emotion you're truly feeling!
Fulbright:
What...?
Phoenix:
Hidden in the middle of that chaotic storm, I saw one emotion that never disappeared. When you talked about the moon rock... ...you felt a fear that wouldn't fade!
Fulbright:
Fear... huh...
Blackquill:
Hmph. A fear that a man with hardly any emotions feels, huh?
Athena:
And it was a response to that moon rock!
Fulbright:
............
Phoenix:
Detective Fulbright, I presume you feel fear concerning the moon rock because...
Your identity will be revealed
Leads to:
"...Of course! That's it!"
You lost it
Phoenix:
You lost the precious moon rock you went to so much trouble to get, didn't you? And that frustration has turned into fear in your heart!
Fulbright:
Oh, it's so frustrating! I can't stand it! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
I'm not so sure a man who could make that twenty-foot leap would feel fear about that...
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess you're right... (Didn't the topic of what a spy might fear the most come up in our discussions earlier?)
Leads back to:
"Detective Fulbright, I presume you feel fear concerning the moon rock because..."
You failed to steal it
Phoenix:
You tried but failed to steal the moon rock! That stain on your career as a spy has left you feeling afraid!
Blackquill:
But the moon rock did indeed disappear from the laboratory...
Apollo:
And I'd hardly think a person who feels so little would feel fear over a thing like that...
Phoenix:
Don't everyone jump on the Phoenix hype train all at once now... (Didn't the topic of what a spy might fear the most come up in our discussions earlier?)
Leads back to:
"Detective Fulbright, I presume you feel fear concerning the moon rock because..."
Phoenix:
...Of course! That's it!
Blackquill:
...Enough, Fool Bright. Just tell us the phantom's true identity.
Fulbright:
I don't know. He was very careful to hide it. He has top secret information for all kinds of corporations and countries... ...so there's a number of organizations that want him dead. If people believed I was the phantom... ...I could be killed on the spot! Why, I bet even now... ...there are assassins lurking nearby! This case is about the phantom after all.
Phoenix:
Detective Fulbright, I think I know why you would feel afraid. You are afraid that the moon rock will somehow reveal your identity.
Fulbright:
!
Blackquill:
If his identity were revealed, he would be killed immediately... That's certainly enough to make even the phantom feel afraid.
Fulbright:
Me, afraid? I don't know what you're talking about.
Athena:
So, there really is something about the moon rock that would reveal his identity...?
Phoenix:
Apparently so. Wait a minute... Maybe the phantom didn't so much STEAL the moon rock... ...but more like he HAD to take it with him? Because there was something on it that would reveal his true identity!
Fulbright:
............
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Where do you think YOU'RE going?!
Fulbright:
...Me? I'm not going anywhere.
Apollo:
Is it just me or was he going to use that weird watch thing to try to get away?
Phoenix:
(How many more of those toys does he have? And where can I get myself some?) Detective Fulbright! You will answer honestly to this court right now! Why do you feel fear in connection with the moon rock?!
Fulbright:
In JUSTICE we TRUST! Not emotions, Mr. Lawyer! Evidence is everything. I'm the phantom because I'm afraid? Don't make me laugh!
Phoenix:
Aaaaagh! (And what was THAT just now?!)
Athena:
But all humans beings have hearts and experience emotions. Sometimes analyzing a case from the psychological perspective... ...is the best way to find the truth! Eeeeek!
Fulbright:
............It's all just a waste of time. All your efforts at analysis serve no purpose. And now, in this dark age of the law, nobody would believe your claim that it's effective. In an era when evidence is fabricated, do you truly expect feelings to be accepted as proof? And where exactly is your "proof" that I fear the moon rock anyway?
Athena:
Ungh! ...W-Well, I admit, I don't have any conventional proof... But I still say that examining a person's heart has its merits!
Fulbright:
Oh, really? Then why don't you listen carefully with those special ears of yours. Listen to the voices of the hearts of the people in the gallery.
Athena:
All I hear... is distrust...?
Fulbright:
As you can see, the people are on my side. Because all they see is a strange little girl using a weird little machine.
Athena:
But it's not like I use analytical psychology to falsely accuse people!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. He's got Athena doubting herself.) Ms. Cykes's analytical psychology has breathed new life into the courtroom. It has freed the hearts of many witnesses, and has been key in getting to the truth.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! What nonsense! Your Honor, the defense's claim is a false one! I don't feel any kind of fear when it comes to the moon rock!
Judge:
............Hmm, I see. Very well. I will give the opinion of this court. In a trial, I don't feel that a person's emotions are quite as compelling as actual evidence is.
Athena:
B-But, Your Honor...
Fulbright:
Hee hee hee hee! Hoo hoo hoo! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! There! You see?! Nobody believes you and your trumped-up charges!
Judge:
However, I do believe Ms. Cykes's analyses can contribute to making the truth clear. I have seen her do this firsthand several times already.
Fulbright:
Surely you jest.
Athena:
So does this mean............ you will accept my findings in this trial, Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes, I believe your claim, Ms. Cykes. I think there is merit in examining why the witness feels fear in regard to the moon rock. That is the court's opinion on this matter.
Athena:
Then that's a win for me-- No, a win for analytical psychology! Now, Mr. Phantom, you will tell this court the reason for your fear!
Fulbright:
Analytical psychology? My fears? ............Fine! I'll show you precisely why those abstract things can't be considered evidence! Hee hee hee hee! Hoo hoo hoo! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Witness Testimony
-- My Fear of the Moon Rock --
Fulbright:
I felt fear when I thought about the moon rock because it reminded me of the phantom.
Yes, I'm very afraid of him because he took my family hostage.
What reason would the phantom have to be afraid of the moon rock?! None at all!
So the very fact that I'm afraid of the moon rock means I'm not him!
In fact, I'm on the side of... JUSTICE!
Fulbright:
...And there you have it. Now do you see why I'm afraid of the moon rock?
Blackquill:
Sure, you sound convincing enough. But so does any two-bit con artist. It's all meaningless in the absence of evidence.
Fulbright:
............ Hmph!
Blackquill:
Hmph. The phantom is like the mist. No flesh. No bones. My sword alone cannot cut it, Wright-dono...
Phoenix:
!
Blackquill:
With your deductive reasoning and the body of evidence before us... ...let us send this miserable phantom fellow to the other world together.
Phoenix:
You and I, Prosecutor Blackquill... We have a duty to bring the phantom down, and restore the people's faith in the courts!
Blackquill:
Indeed. By covering for Athena, I allowed the phantom to escape. And as a prosecutor, I gave birth to the people's mistrust with my murder conviction.
Phoenix:
I bear part of the responsibility as well... ...for being suspected of forging evidence and losing my attorney's badge as a result. The two of us and the phantom were there at the beginning of the dark age of the law.
Blackquill:
Then it is also our burden to cut away the foul specter we created, is it not? Until all that remains is the righteousness of the court and the faith of the people!
Fulbright:
Hee hee hee hee! Hoo hoo hoo! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Trust? Understanding? Hah! Fragile ideals of the masses who are controlled by emotion. Humans can't truly trust each other, which is exactly why the illusion of trust is so enticing.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Once two people overcome their misgivings, that's where real trust is to be found. You're free to believe what you want, but... ...trust like that is stronger than you and your lies, always!
Cross Examination
-- My Fear of the Moon Rock --
Fulbright:
I felt fear when I thought about the moon rock because it reminded me of the phantom.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It only REMINDED you of the phantom?! Don't make me laugh. You ARE the phantom!
Fulbright:
Evidence is everything in a court of law... Or did you forget? I was forced to testify over a silly thing like "feelings"... ...but those tactics won't work from here on out! You need real evidence!
Phoenix:
(Argh... I hate to admit it, but he's right.)
Fulbright:
Yes, I'm very afraid of him because he took my family hostage.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your family? Like, who in your family, specifically?
Fulbright:
Oh, I don't know... Like... maybe my lover, for example?
Athena:
"For example"?! "Maybe"?! We need a more concrete answer than that!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Maybe... my mother? My son...? Or, my daughter! Maybe it was all of them! I'm so sad and worried! I miss them so much! Ha ha ha!
Apollo:
Argh! He's obviously lying!
Fulbright:
Look how upset I am! Is it any wonder I followed the phantom's orders?!
Fulbright:
What reason would the phantom have to be afraid of the moon rock?! None at all!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You can't think of a single reason that the phantom might be afraid of the rock?
Fulbright:
I thought the phantom wasn't even supposed to have any feelings? How can someone like me, with my wealth of emotions, be expected to understand the guy!
Phoenix:
(The phantom, a person with very few emotions... ...would only be afraid of something really big. Like his cover getting blown big... I'm willing to bet that the moon rock has something to do with his identity, but what?)
Athena:
Maybe the phantom's fingerprints are on the rock?
Apollo:
But fingerprints can be wiped off.
Athena:
Then maybe he wanted the rock so bad, he literally drooled on it and left his DNA?
Apollo:
We're dealing with a SPY here, Athena, not a SLOB...
Phoenix:
True............ But maybe the "DNA" isn't too far off...
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
(Something unexpected happened to him during the incident seven years ago... I just KNOW I have something that can show why the phantom is afraid of the moon rock!)
Fulbright:
I'll just continue with my testimony while you're pondering, then, if you don't mind!
Present Utility Knife
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Detective Fulbright, I assume you know what this is."
Fulbright:
So the very fact that I'm afraid of the moon rock means I'm not him!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And how afraid are you, exactly?
Fulbright:
I'm so scared I start to shake even when I see the moon in the sky!
Phoenix:
Do you shake when you see Ms. Cykes's earring?
Fulbright:
Well, to be honest, since the very first time I met Ms. Cykes... ...I've felt more than a little frightened of her.
Phoenix:
(I guess some people just inspire THAT much fear in others...)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, you were thinking something mean-spirited and rude, weren't you?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha! Of course not! (Must beef up mindreading defenses...)
Fulbright:
Now do you understand?! The very fact that I'm afraid of the moon rock proves that...
Fulbright:
In fact, I'm on the side of... JUSTICE!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
After all that you've done, how dare you speak the word "justice"?!
Fulbright:
In justice we trust! I'll say it as much as I want, and with absolute confidence! What I say is just, is just! That's how it works in this dark age of the law!
Phoenix:
(Grr! He won't get the best of me with that twisted argument of his! I'll find a way to get him right where I want him!)
Athena:
Detective Fulbright, or rather, the phantom, feels fear in regard to the moon rock. It probably has something to do with being afraid that his true identity will be revealed.
Phoenix:
Right. So that's why the phantom had to take the moon rock with him seven years ago. (In that case, if we had something to show the real cause of Fulbright's fear... ...we just might be able to expose his true identity!)
Phoenix:
Detective Fulbright, I assume you know what this is.
Fulbright:
Of course! That's the knife the phantom used to kill Clay Terran!
Phoenix:
That's right. And the exact same type of knife... ...Ms. Cykes used seven years ago when stabbed the phantom's hand.
Fulbright:
............Yes, that was discussed earlier, as I recall.
Athena:
He dodged at first, so I only got his clothes, but I tried again!
Phoenix:
And this time, you got him, didn't you?
Athena:
I did. I remember it clearly now. The knife went into the back of his hand.
Phoenix:
Ms. Cykes then stated that she remembers the culprit bleeding. It's my theory that the culprit's blood got on the moon rock. And he was afraid that if the blood was analyzed, his true identity would be revealed. That explains why the phantom had to remove the moon rock from the crime scene!
Judge:
You mean, if we ran the analysis now, we'd know who the phantom is?!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Yes, I suppose so! But, unfortunately, the moon rock in question is missing!
Phoenix:
That may be so, but I'm certain I can explain what happened to it in great detail.
Judge:
Y-You can?!
Phoenix:
Of course! (...Not.)
Fulbright:
You don't actually expect us to believe that, do you? Because you don't fool me!
Phoenix:
Aaaaagh! (What this court needs is a bully-free zone...)
Blackquill:
Ah, the infamous "Sword of the Beguiling Bluff." Its edge is without compare. Come now, ready it with me, and show us just how finely it cuts!
Fulbright:
Your Honor! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! ............Oh. I mean... THIS IS AN OUTRAGE.........? Gaaagh!
Blackquill:
...Go on, Wright-dono.
Phoenix:
Let's start with something that's been bothering me for a while. Now, the culprit supposedly removed the moon rock from the lab... ...but in this video of him, it's nowhere to be seen.
Judge:
Oh! You're right!
Phoenix:
But here's something to consider. What if the phantom hid the moon rock somewhere at the scene of the crime?
Athena:
Good thinking, Boss. Security was super tight at the Space Center back then.
Cosmos:
All that, in spite of the Space Center having very strict security in those days. All personal effects were examined thoroughly, coming or going. You couldn't even smuggle a withered old leaf through those checkpoints!
Apollo:
Does this mean that the moon rock is still somewhere in the Space Center?
Fulbright:
In the name of justice, I proclaim, "That's impossible!"
Phoenix:
And why's that?
Fulbright:
The Space Center was searched from top to bottom. And especially the lab! But the moon rock was never found!
Phoenix:
Ah! How could I forget about that?!
Blackquill:
A sad but true fact. We still haven't a grasp on how it was done... ...but the phantom made the moon rock vanish into the ether.
Phoenix:
(There's no way it just disappeared! Logic and evidence tells us otherwise. The phantom didn't have the moon rock on him when he left the lab... ...yet, a thorough police search didn't turn up anything... ...and it never turned up in the seven years after that, either. The phantom made the rock disappear without physically removing it himself... But how? There must have been a way...! Think, Phoenix, think! How did the moon rock vanish from the robotics lab?!)
Judge:
So, can you or can you not show what happened to the moon rock, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, I can, Your Honor.
Fulbright:
Whaaaaaaaaat?! Oops! Sorry! I mean... Whaaaaaaaaat!.........?
Judge:
............In that case, let's have your answer, Mr. Wright. How did the phantom make the moon rock disappear from the crime scene?
Present "Hope" Capsule
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"That's the Hope capsule, right?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
THAT'S where the moon rock was hidden?!
Phoenix:
Yes, well, I thought it would be kind of cool if it was.
Judge:
I wasn't asking what you thought would be cool. I was looking for a reasonable argument.
Phoenix:
Gaaaaaaagh! (But what if I don't HAVE one?!)
Athena:
So, let's see. The phantom didn't have the moon rock on him when he left...
Apollo:
And it wasn't found anywhere in the Space Center. So what happened to it?
Athena:
Hmm... It's almost as if it disappeared off the face of the Earth.
Phoenix:
(Off the face of the Earth...? Wait a minute! That's it!)
Judge:
All right, Mr. Wright. Let's have your answer! You do HAVE one, don't you?
Leads back to:
"How did the phantom make the moon rock disappear from the crime scene?"
Judge:
That's the Hope capsule, right? The one that went up with the HAT-1 rocket?
Phoenix:
He couldn't carry the rock out, but he couldn't leave it in the Center to be found, either. So there was only one safe place to stash it. The Hope capsule that was there in the lab that day.
Judge:
Hmm, yes. And the team must have loaded it onto the Hope space probe eventually. But... if that's what happened... ...then the moon rock would've been launched up into space along with the rocket!
Blackquill:
............Preposterous! It would mean... ...that for these past seven years, the moon rock was...!
Phoenix:
Exactly. The phantom got rid of the moon rock in the most "cosmic" way he knew how. It was out there in the depths of space... ...aboard the Hope space probe!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Wh...
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
O-Order! Order in the court!
Blackquill:
I understand now... The phantom's original scheme was to sabotage the HAT-1 anyway. The villain! He used his primary objective to conveniently kill two birds with one stone!
Phoenix:
That's right. He planned for the moon rock to be turned into cosmic dust out in space... ...thereby destroying the one piece of evidence that could reveal his true identity! But Mr. Starbuck and the others foiled the phantom's plot.
Fulbright:
Ngh.
Phoenix:
The Hope space probe sailed off safely on its mission and returned seven years later... ...with the capsule in tow!
Fulbright:
Gaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
If we analyze the blood on the moon rock, it should make one thing crystal clear. That you were the phantom all along, Detective Fulbright!
Fulbright:
............
Apollo:
...So, he killed Clay just so he could get the moon rock back?
Phoenix:
I believe so. His original assignment may have been just to sabotage the HAT-2, but... ...at the same time, he also had to retrieve the evidence of his crimes seven years ago. That's why he went to the boarding lounge... ...and attacked Clay as he made his "escape" out of the rocket with the capsule. But, in the end, it was all he could do just to escape himself, so he didn't get the capsule.
Apollo:
Clay must've done everything he could to stop Fulbright! He probably hung on to that capsule for all he was worth until his very last breath!
Fulbright:
Nnnnnnnnnnngh... Hee hee hee hee! Hoo hoo hoo! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Oh, this is so funny! You make me laugh, you really do!
Athena:
Boy, he's totally out of whack now...
Phoenix:
It's game over for you, Detective Fulbright! Why don't you just admit to it all now?!
Fulbright:
There's nothing to admit! I'm Bobby Fulbright, undercover investigator, I tell you! I am not the phantom! The blood on the rock is just another one of his schemes! A trap!
Judge:
H-Hmm... Now I'm not sure what to think. I suppose if the phantom is a spy worth his salt, a trap is not out of the question.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But in that case, you could say ANYTHING is a trap!
Fulbright:
Hee hee hee hee! Hoo hoo hoo! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! That's what makes a trap a trap! I've been framed into taking the blame for the phantom! Your Honor! I believe further investigation is in order!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Further investigation? More like plotting your escape. But no more! I will bring you to justice myself if I must, here and now!
Fulbright:
............I guess it's time to show you... just what I'm really capable of! Die, Simon Blackquill!
Phoenix:
H-Hey! You guys aren't really...!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
............It looks like I made it just in time.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
I have good news for you, Mr. Wright. I've uncovered some very crucial facts.
Phoenix:
Did you find something out about the phantom's true identity?
Edgeworth:
You might say that. I started by looking into the first people on the scene seven years ago. All three, an employee and two officers, were registered in the robots' recognition systems. But none of them looked the least bit like Detective Fulbright.
Phoenix:
(That's not good...)
Edgeworth:
But there's more. I've yet to share my most important finding. ............Mr. Wright. Prosecutor Blackquill. You'd best brace yourselves.
Phoenix:
Uh, oh...
Blackquill:
............
Edgeworth:
The man you see there before you... Bobby Fulbright............ is already long dead.
Phoenix:
Huh? Wh-What's that supposed to mean...?
Edgeworth:
An unidentified body that was found a year ago... ...has now been proven to possess Bobby Fulbright's fingerprints.
Blackquill:
Then does this mean...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. That man there is an impostor pretending to be Bobby Fulbright.
Phoenix:
............A-An IMPOSTER?!
Judge:
Then, this man... Who in the world is he?!
???:
............
Blackquill:
Enough of your trickery. If you will not reveal yourself to us... ...then I shall do it for you!
Phoenix:
What the...?!
Athena:
Nooooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
H-H-His face!
???:
............Aww. Look what you did to my mask.
Judge:
M-Mask...?! What is the meaning of this, witness?!
???:
Okay. You got me. I guess I have to show you who I really am now.
Apollo:
Wait! But that's...!
Starbuck:
Hey, Apollo. Yup, it's me, Solomon Starbuck.
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck...! But that can't be right...! You can't really be the phantom, can you?
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Of course not. The real Starbuck was aboard the HAT-1, which was set to be destroyed.
???:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh... Yeah, this is just another mask. I mean, didn't I tell you? I'm an undercover investigator! I can change identities at will! I can be anyone I want!
Athena:
Athena:
Not so fast. I have the phantom's psych profile right here. If we compile a psych profile on you, and compare the results... ...it will prove that you're the phantom!
???:
???:
............ It's time for me to show you the real meaning of the phrase, "the end justifies the means."
Athena:
Th-That voice... Those words...!
Means:
I cannot accept such evidence here, Ms. Cykes!
Athena:
P-Professor Means! ............'s mask?
???:
I'll take what I want by any means necessary! Now, give me that evidence!
Athena:
Huh?
???:
............Hmph! Time to take out the trash... permanently.
Athena:
H-How could you?!
???:
Now do you see now how powerful "the end justifies the means" can be?!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
How pathetic. You can't even speak without wearing another man's face.
???:
Ah, but that's the life of an undercover agent for you. My real face has no meaning or value to me at all.
Blackquill:
............Or perhaps it is really the case that... ...you don't even know who you are anymore.
???:
Hmm?
Blackquill:
What must you see when you look in a mirror, Mr. Phantom? Not an awful lot, I'd wager.
???:
............Well, aren't you just the master of psychology, Blackquill! That's right. I don't know who I am. I am always living as someone else for my assignments. I don't remember what my face looks like... ...or even what my personality was like. My face, memories, personality, beliefs, emotions, and soul... I left them all behind. I have no... "self." I am no one. I am nothing but an endless abyss.
Phoenix:
(Wh-What's with this guy? ............Is he even still human?)
Means:
And now, we resume with your lesson, Professor Wright.
Phoenix:
Oh, uh... huh?
Means:
I believe you made this argument earlier: If you were to analyze the blood on the moon rock, you could prove that I am the phantom.
Phoenix:
I believe there was blood on the moon rock in that capsule. Now that we know you aren't even Bobby Fulbright... ...your claims of a phantom "trap" won't work anymore!
???:
Then why don't you bring this moon rock in? This decisive evidence from the Hope capsule?
Phoenix:
I think I will do just that! Get ready, because the Hope capsule is about to seal your... ............F...Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge!
Cosmos:
It was the courtroom bombing from the other day. The capsule was there in the courtroom as evidence, and was blown to smithereens!
???:
It looks like you have finally caught on. Full marks for the defense for effort. But what a shame your "hope" was lost in that courtroom explosion!
Phoenix:
A............ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Apollo:
So that's the real reason this courtroom was blown up! It was all for the phantom to destroy that one piece of evidence!
Phoenix:
(I can't believe it... Have we really reached a dead end after coming all this way?! Has the only evidence we have on this guy really been destroyed?!)
???:
How dare you continue to call me the phantom? As I've said all along, I'm just a nameless undercover agent!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And the defense will continue to assert that you are the phantom! Furthermore, we have proof! ............Or at least, a prayer!
Judge:
............I'm afraid that won't do, Mr. Wright...!
Blackquill:
A-At least put some weight behind your swing, Wright-dono...
Phoenix:
I-I know! I'm trying! (There's only one thing that can unmask this menace: the moon rock! But that was blown to bits in the courtroom bombing. And yet, is it really gone without a trace? What if... some tiny part, some little fragment still exists...?)
Edgeworth:
Yes. And you can see the stolen moon rock there, too.
Phoenix:
(That strange black and yellow thing on the left side of the picture?)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Let's see your proof. What evidence will finally prove the phantom's identity?
Present Phony Phanty Bomb
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Hmm? Isn't that the bomb that blew up the courtroom... and the moon rock along with it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Take a look at this!
Judge:
And what is that, may I ask?
Phoenix:
This is the last fragment of hope that I have. This is what will give us the strength to carry on!
Judge:
............I see.
Phoenix:
(Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, for your sake, I will pretend I didn't see that embarrassing display. Please try to get it right next time, won't you?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
Unfortunately, it will still cost you.
Phoenix:
(Argh! Is the moon rock really completely gone? No, I refuse to believe that all hope is lost!)
Leads back to:
"What evidence will finally prove phantom's identity?"
Judge:
Hmm? Isn't that the bomb that blew up the courtroom... and the moon rock along with it? Are you saying this will reveal the phantom's identity?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. Focus your attention on this photo taken after the bombing -- specifically, right here.
Present black and yellow fragment on top left
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please take a look at this newspaper article."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the last fragment of hope left to us. With this, we will build our dreams and pass them down to future generations. Gaaaaagh!
Blackquill:
With that, you are building your own coffin and passing down nothing but shame. Cease your blathering now before you find yourself inside it!
Phoenix:
All right... So I got it wrong...
Judge:
And here is another nail for your coffin, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I'd better take another good look at the photo. I just know the answer we've been looking for is right there in front of my eyes!)
Leads back to:
"Focus your attention on this photo taken after the bombing -- specifically, right here."
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this newspaper article.
Judge:
This article about the HAT-1?
Phoenix:
Now please note the strange black and yellow rock there on the left. That's the moon rock. And when we look at this photo of the bomb fragments... ...see how there is a rock-like object with the same coloration?
Judge:
Oh, my! Yes, I see it!
Phoenix:
It would seem that the moon rock was much more durable than the phantom thought. If we take a look at all the fragments that the police found, we'll likely find one with blood. And DNA testing on that blood will prove that the witness is indeed the phantom.
Judge:
Unbelievable!
???:
B-But that's impossible...!
Blackquill:
Hmph. A surprise to be sure. That's one bloody tough rock. Let us have the fragments tested straight away. Oh, and you'll be having a DNA test, too, "Fool Bright."
Judge:
Bailiff! Contact the police department immediately and order the testing!
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill! What do the test results show?!
Blackquill:
There was a rock fragment that had blood on it that appeared to be several years old. DNA testing revealed... ...Well, I'm sure you know full well what it revealed.
???:
............
Judge:
Th-They confirmed it was the witness's blood, didn't they!
Phoenix:
There's no use in trying to talk your way out of it anymore! Admit it! You are the phantom!
Phoenix?:
Phoenix:
............Huh?
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, did you just raise an objection to yourself?
Phoenix:
No. I didn't say a word...
???:
That was my objection, Apollo.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
Phoenix?:
It was a pretty good "objection" too, don't you think?
Phoenix:
Now he's me...?
Judge:
So, um, did you have an objection or not, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? ............Oh, uh, no, not really, Your Honor.
Judge:
No, not you, Mr. Wright. I mean the witness Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Could this trial get any more insane...?)
Phoenix?:
Mr. Wright, this fragment of rock in the photograph, and those just like it... ...how can you be sure they're pieces of the same moon rock that was at the robotics lab?
Phoenix:
............Care to explain what you mean?
Phoenix?:
Well, there may have been a rock or two in the courtroom that had my blood on it. But how do you know they're not just rocks? You can't prove they're THE moon rock, right?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Don't be absurd! Just compare the fragment with the rock in the newspaper article! Anybody can see they're the same! They have the exact same coloration!
Phoenix?:
Phoenix?:
But maybe some other rock with the same coloration happened to be in the courtroom.
Phoenix:
It's highly unlikely a rock with such a unique appearance just "happened" to be here!
Phoenix?:
But you can't deny it's a possibility.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But your blood was found on one of the fragments!
Phoenix?:
Apollo, there's nothing suspicious about my blood being on a piece of rock.
Apollo:
And why not?
Phoenix?:
I know it sounds like an excuse, but... ...several years ago, I tripped and fell in this very courtroom, and was hurt pretty badly. Maybe that's how my blood found its way onto a piece of rubble.
Phoenix:
(Even he must realize how ridiculous that sounds! And yet, I suppose it's not completely out of the question...)
Phoenix?:
Ha ha ha. I see you're starting to sweat, Mr. Wright. I thought that the worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles.
Phoenix:
(You're the last person I want to hear that from.)
Athena:
W-Well, then why don't we get those fragments analyzed! We could ask an expert to verify if they were from the moon rock in the robotics lab or not.
Phoenix?:
............I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that just isn't going to be possible.
Athena:
And why not?
Phoenix?:
In order to prove that the fragments are from what you say they are from... ...you'd need a sample of the moon rock from seven years ago to compare it with. But that moon rock doesn't exist anymore, and there's no sample data left either. So you see, short of going back in time... ...there's no way to prove that any of the fragments are from that moon rock.
Athena:
Oh!
Apollo:
Nooooooooo!
Athena:
There's really no way to prove it...?
Phoenix?:
Ha ha ha! Are you finally ready to throw in the towel?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
............ So the moon rock doesn't exist anymore, huh?
Phoenix?:
That's right. It was such a valuable rock, too... A shame, really. But it's lost to us forever.
Phoenix:
(He's wrong. It's not completely lost. There's another piece of it, right here by our side! A shining fragment of hope that can turn everything around! The final piece of evidence to put this phantom away for good!) The defense has a piece of evidence that completely contradicts your claim.
Phoenix?:
You have what, now?
Phoenix:
A final fragment of hope that was passed down with great love and care!
Athena:
We do?
Phoenix:
(We do. Even if the person holding it hasn't realized it yet...)
Judge:
Is this true, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix?:
Pay no attention to him, Your Honor. He's just bluffing, as usual.
Phoenix:
I wonder if you'll be able to force your biggest smile when you see what I've got.
Phoenix?:
Try me.
Phoenix:
(The piece of evidence that shows the original moon rock isn't completely lost is this!)
Present Moon Rock Earring
Leads to:
"But just about the only things my mother left me with are Widget..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
That evidence contradicts the witness's claims?
Phoenix:
Doesn't it, Your Honor?
Judge:
Are you asking me?! Why don't you ask the moon instead?!
Phoenix:
(The moon, huh...? Well, then, maybe I will!)
Athena:
?
Phoenix:
Please let me try again, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"(The piece of evidence that shows the original moon rock isn't completely lost is this!)"
Athena:
But just about the only things my mother left me with are Widget... ...and this earring. Maybe she did love me, in her own way...
Phoenix:
Athena, you may not know it, but... ...your mother left with you a very important piece of evidence.
Athena:
She did?
Phoenix?:
You're bluffing! You don't have anything of the kind!
Phoenix:
Oh, but we do! Evidence that will finally corner you. Because we have a moon rock of our own.
Athena:
Yeah! ............O-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Y-Y-You mean...?!
Phoenix:
(Exactly. A gift Dr. Cykes left her daughter... An item Athena has cherished and worn all these years...)
(As distant as Dr. Cykes may have seemed to her daughter, that fragment of her love... ...will shake off the darkness of the past and give us all hope for the future!)
Phoenix:
This is the defense's sample of the moon rock!
Judge:
That's... your sample?
Phoenix:
This earring that Ms. Cykes always wears... ...was made from that original moon rock!
Phoenix?:
What?!
Blackquill:
All this time...!
Judge:
It was right here all along?!
Phoenix?:
No...! Nnngh... It can't be...!
Phoenix:
If the composition of the bombed fragments and the earring are found to be a match... ...then it will prove beyond the shadow of a doubt the origin of the fragment in this photo. And since the test results showed that the blood on the fragments was yours... ...this means that the identity you tried so hard to hide will finally be revealed!
Phoenix?:
The identity I tried to hide? I-I don't have an identity TO hide!
Phoenix:
I may not have Athena's ears, but now, even I can hear the fear in your voice!
Phoenix?:
F-Fear...? I-I-I don't feel fear... I left all of my emotions behind years ago...!
Athena:
Athena:
Every human being feels fear! You simply can't face the emotions inside you. You can't face them because you have nothing. No love, no trust...
Phoenix?:
And I suppose you do?
Athena:
I didn't have anybody to support me at first, either. I couldn't face the fear inside me, couldn't get over the trauma of my past.
Phoenix?:
Like I said, I don't feel fear.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Then you're just a coward for running away from yourself! When I had my doubts about Ms. Cykes, I felt like I would collapse under the weight. But I wanted to trust her. And I knew I could trust Mr. Wright to uncover the truth. That's why I was able to face my suspicions without hesitation.
Phoenix?:
Running away from myself...? Ha ha ha ha ha! How can I run from myself...?! When there's NOTHING inside... Nothing at all...!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I know it's hard for someone as unwilling to trust others as you to understand... But people have emotions. It's just a fact of life. And so, people can be weak at times. But that's exactly why people need to trust one another... ...so they can gain the strength to face themselves when things are at their bleakest. Without trust in others... ...how can you ever hope to face your fears?
Phoenix?:
The fear inside of me... Is this...? No... Aaaaagh...! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'm afraid! I'm scared! AAAAAAAAAAH! I feel FEAR!
Athena:
You can't outrun yourself!
Apollo:
Remove that mask and unleash your emotions!
Phoenix:
Confront your guilt head-on...
...with your own, true face!
Phoenix?:
My... own, true face...? No! Please don't! I know you're here! Where are you?! See...? I haven't revealed anything yet! Honest! ...A-AAAAAAAAAAAGH! My own, true face...! I don't have one! My face! My face! My face! Is this my face?! Is it?! Is it?! No! That's not it! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! This isn't me, either! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Is this me?! Which one is my face?! What am I?! Who am I?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
...*shudder* A sniper attack in this very courtroom... It chills me to my bones... But the police are doing everything they can to track down the sniper as we speak. Prosecutor Blackquill, how is Detective Fulbright... I mean, his imposter, doing?
Blackquill:
He's a lucky fellow. The bullet didn't hit any vital organs. He appears to be in no danger of dying.
Judge:
Well, that was fortunate for all of us.
Blackquill:
The analysis of that final piece of evidence Wright-dono submitted is in. The composition of Ms. Cykes's earring and the fragment with the blood on it match. We can now be certain that it is a fragment of the moon rock in question. The murders and bombings at the Space Center, both past and present... ...the bombing of Courtroom No. 4, and all of his other crimes, as numerous as the stars... Under suspicion of all of these things, the spy known as the phantom has been incarcerated. The Prosecutor's Office is now responsible for his well-being. There are still a myriad of things we wish him to tell us about, after all.
Judge:
Thank you, Prosecutor Blackquill. Well, it's time to finally bring this trial to an end. But, before I do... Will the defendant please return to her proper place?
Athena:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Now then, this court finds the defendant, Athena Cykes...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
December 20, 9:12 PM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 5
Pearl:
Congratulations, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Pearls! And thank you for being there for Athena.
Pearl:
It's the least I could do. But Athena was great, wasn't she? She was so strong throughout the whole trial.
Trucy:
Daddy! I'm so glad to see you!
Phoenix:
Trucy! Are you all right? Are you hurt?
Trucy:
I'm fine, Daddy! I was doing magic tricks for the other hostages to keep our spirits up.
Apollo:
That's our Trucy for you! I'm really glad to see you're safe.
Edgeworth:
Wright, I fear I owe you yet another debt of gratitude.
Phoenix:
............Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
We never would have caught him if it weren't for all of you.
Phoenix:
Aw, c'mon, Edgeworth! What are you talking about? You're the ones who have been tracking the phantom all this time. Plus, you were the one who gave Blackquill permission to serve as prosecutor, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... We knew the phantom was somewhere nearby. The police and I were trying to find him, but we never did manage to do so until this trial.
Phoenix:
Well, we never would've won this trial without you. It was your help as chief prosecutor that was the key to its successful conclusion. Besides............ ...it was you that saw to it I got my attorney's badge back, wasn't it?
Edgeworth:
............So you figured it out, did you?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Getting my license back went just a little too smoothly, you know? It should've been much harder after that evidence-forging scandal.
Edgeworth:
Well, I owed you a few favors.
Phoenix:
Hey, Edgeworth, think we can finally bring the dark age of the law to an end?
Edgeworth:
Even the darkest night turns to dawn eventually... Our sun will rise again. Besides... now that Prosecutor Blackquill has been cleared of all charges... ...a great deal of the mistrust towards the court system should've been swept away.
Phoenix:
You know, you could've said that with a bigger smile, Edgeworth. It won't kill you. Instead, the furrows in that brow of yours just keep getting deeper and deeper.
Edgeworth:
So I should smile more, huh? ............I'll think about it.
Athena:
Ah, the complicated love-hate relationship between life-long rivals!
Blackquill:
...Athena. I'm forever in your debt. You went to all that trouble... even taking the bar exam while you were overseas...
Athena:
Well, I knew that if I didn't get your sentence overturned fast, you'd be executed! So I studied and studied. I was frantic! I'm so glad I made it in time! ............  Just barely... but I still made it!
Phoenix:
(............Thatta girl, Athena. It's good to see you finally let your tears out.)
Blackquill:
............Yes, I survived by the skin of my teeth, thanks to you.
Athena:
Sh-Shame on you, Simon... for trying to throw your life away like that!
Blackquill:
...It was never my intention to just throw my life away. But some things in this world are more important than your own life.
Athena:
Like what...?
Blackquill:
My honor-bound duty to protect with my life... ...my mentor's most beloved treasure.
Athena:
Huh?
Phoenix:
(That's some loyalty... This guy really is a samurai, through and through.) Well, it looks like we can breathe easy now. Apollo, Athena, thank you both. It took all of us together to pull it off.
Athena:
You bet, Boss! What a team we are, huh?!
Apollo:
It was definitely the most amazing turnabout I've ever seen!
Phoenix:
I'm a lucky guy... My office has the best, most capable lawyers around!
Apollo:
Thanks, Mr. Wright. I'm going to work extra hard to make up for all the worry I caused. Apollo Justice is fine and ready to go! Let's hear it for the Wright Anything Agency!
Athena:
Well, nobody's going to try harder than me! So you'd better watch out, Apollo! Simon is free, thanks to Mr. Wright... ...but there are so many more people out there who need our help!
Phoenix:
You're right. And I'll be needing you both to help them. We still have a long way to go! (Get ready, you two... We won a major victory, but the war is far from over. There are still people out there suffering under false charges who need defending. We've got a lot of work ahead of us... ...if we ever hope to fully bring the dark age of the law to a close...)
Athena:
Hey, I know one thing we have to do! We have to celebrate! With a bowl of piping-hot noodles!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Apollo:
Nothing like a bowl of Eldoon's Noodles after a trial, all on Mr. Wright's tab. That's how it works at the Wright Anything Agency, right, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. As a boss, it's your duty to express gratitude to your people for their great work.
Blackquill:
In that case, allow me to join in the festivities. I would greatly welcome a bowl of noodles.
Phoenix:
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Trucy:
I have an idea, Daddy. Why don't you just invite everybody involved with the case? The more the merrier, right?
Pearl:
Oh, Mr. Nick! Look how far you've come! Who knew you'd grow up to be such a generous gentleman?
Phoenix:
............ ...Um, guys? Under these circumstances... there's only one thing I can say.
Apollo:
Only if I get to join in!
Athena:
Hey, no fair! I want to say it, too!
Phoenix:
Okay, here we go...!
Phoenix/Apollo/Athena:
Trucy:
I was trying to think of something nice I could do for Polly now that he's back. So I decided to go around and get a bunch of jobs for him to do! Find a lost cat, install an air conditioner, give a computer lesson, find a lost item... Hmm? You think I should've found him a few legal cases? Nah, that's okay! This is the Wright Anything Agency, after all!
Woods:
Thena and Apollo were so wonderful in court! I'd better study as much as I can if I want to be a judge someday. My grandma says, "Eat lots of peppers and they'll ignite your passion." Oh, but I should figure out which to grow: green peppers or yellow peppers. Or maybe I should go with hot-as-the-sun red peppers instead...
Payne:
The end of the dark age of the law, you say? Tsk, tsk. How naïve! Don't you know it's sometimes necessary to get a "guilty" verdict by any means possible? What? They're putting me under investigation? The chief prosecutor wants to see me?! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Tenma:
I've been asked to debut the great masked wrestler "Tenma Taro."
Jinxie:
He's scheduled to go up against The Amazing Nine-Tails next, though.
Tenma:
Oh, what to do? What to do? A fight to the finish with myself?
Jinxie:
Why don't you ask Mr. Demon Lawyer to be The Amazing Nine-Tails II?
Tenma:
That's not a bad idea! I bet he'd be all for it! Caw caw-caw-caw! So, we are to meet as foes, are we, my little friend!
Filch:
Would ya believe it? I'm alderman of Nine-Tails Vale now. Pretty impressive, eh? I took over after Rex Kyubi for the good of my beloved village! What do ya say? Would ya like to make a little donation to help us out?
Policeman:
Hey, you! What do you think you're doing, sneaking into the manor?!
Filch:
Aaaaagh! The jig's up! Better make a run for iiiiiiiiiiit!
Newman:
I thought I wanted to be an artist, but after seeing the amazing job Athena did... ...I started becoming genuinely interested in law. So now I'm studying for the bar exam! Ahh! I'm going to prosecute Athena someday! You'll S-E-E!
O'Conner:
Hmph. I'm studying my buns off, too, but not for the bar exam. I'm going to pass the Themis entrance exam on my own merit this time. With a score of 100 points, of course.
Newman:
Hugh! Juniper! Our dream will live on, foreveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!
Scuttlebutt:
I found really sweet boxes for all three of them, but they won't wear them! Is it because I want to be a legal journalist instead of a lawyer or a judge?! But, anyway, thanks to the trial, the school newspaper's future is as bright as can be! Sss, sss, sss! Now, let's see what the fresh blood have to say in the new school paper... "Our editor cried so hard at graduation rehearsal, her cardboard box got soggy."
Klavier:
The one-night-only reunion concert... I still remember that evening of passion. The president of the student council sang like no other high school student I've ever heard. When she's a judge in her own court someday, I'd love to have a jam session with her. It'd be the coolest trial ever, ja! I can already hear it now...
Pearl:
I gave this place a good cleaning from top to bottom... ...but it's already a mess again. I guess the only thing I can do now is... ...clean up the attitudes of the people in this office! With Mystic Maya due to come here once her training is over, it simply must be done!
Cosmos:
Ha ha ha! Humanity's dreams for outer space will never die! In fact, planning for the HAT-3 rocket has already officially begun! Look upon me, people of this great nation! And witness the glory of Yuri Cosmos! What do you-- Oh, Director! Yes, yes! Rocket preparations are fully complete! Yes! You just leave everything to me, Assistant Director Yuri Cosmos!
Ponco:
I'm going to the moon in the new rocket! If Athena or Mommy Metis came to the moon, I would love to show them around! But which is more interesting: Montes Pyrenaeus or the Mare Tranquillitatis...? You think they would like either one?! Yay! Hooray!
Clonco:
I wonder how Miss Aura is doing...? I'd rather be near Miss Aura than on the moon! Oh, Miss Aura! I just want you to use me again, like you used tooooooooo!
Starbuck:
Ready for launch! Five! Four! Three! Two! One............ LIFTOFF! I'm going to the moon for real this time! For me, and for Clay! Thanks to my lawyers, I know now I should never give up! But I'm worried... You can't breathe in space, and, in fact, it's cold as heck... Oh, man! Now I'm getting really nervous! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangh...
Blackquill:
No, I am not employed here. I simply came to request their services in defense of my sister. But no one's around, and I've been kept waiting for a long time. ...And what sort of case brings you here? ...Oh? Your father was accused and you wish for Athena to defend him...? Hmph. Then perhaps... he and I shall meet in a courtroom in the near future.
Edgeworth:
I look forward to your next month's salary assessment.
Payne:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Please forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Edgeworth:
Blackquill's acquittal has brought all manner of ills in the Prosecutor's Office to light. It would seem solving that case has thawed the chill of Winter into the warmth of Spring. Now I owe Wright yet another debt of gratitude... But I will repay him one day. You can trust in that.
Anime cutscene
Starbuck:
I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'll be fine.
Operator:
T-minus 15 seconds. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Lift-off.
Apollo:
Mr. Starbuck! You'll be fine!
Phoenix:
Just believe in yourself!
Athena:
The moon's closer than you think!
Starbuck:
Thanks guys. I wouldn't have made it back into space if it wasn't for you.
Operators:
YEAH!!!
Athena:
Aw yeah!!!
Apollo:
Alright!!!
Phoenix:
Through the years, I've seen as much joy as heartache, honesty as deceit. But just as Mr. Starbuck was able to escape the harsh pull of his fears and despair... I believe that hope and friendship can lift us all up towards a brighter tomorrow.
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Miles Edgeworth as prosecutor)
Phoenix:
But isn't that statement inconsistent with this piece of evidence?
Judge:
Another fishing expedition, Mr. Wright? You haven't changed one bit in eight years.
Phoenix:
You haven't changed either, Your Honor! (Come to think of it, he really hasn't...)
Judge:
I firmly believe that people should continue to grow and evolve throughout life. Even at my age, I still have a lot to learn, especially from the younger generation. ...Though maybe not from you, as you obviously still have a lot to learn as well!
Phoenix:
Gah! (I guess I'd better take another look at the evidence...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Miles Edgeworth as prosecutor)
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth, are you aware... ...of the contradiction between that statement and this piece of evidence?
Edgeworth:
...No, I am not "aware," Mr. Wright, because there is nothing here I need to be aware of.
Phoenix:
(Ouch. That was harsh.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, do you still intend to claim a contradiction... ...in light of Prosecutor Edgeworth's honest response?
Phoenix:
Well... if Mr. Edgeworth doesn't think there's a contradiction, maybe there really isn't...
Judge:
I'd appreciate it if you'd do your OWN thinking from now on, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(I guess I'd better take another look at the evidence...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Miles Edgeworth as prosecutor)
Phoenix:
That statement is clearly inconsistent with this evidence!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, you have just proven to the court... ...that the only inconsistency here... ...is the fact that you have an attorney's badge at all!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh! Looks like I got it wrong!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, now that you have finally gotten your badge back... ...I suggest you conduct yourself in a more befitting manner. Perhaps this penalty will help you remember!
Consult (when statements must be pressed; with Miles Edgeworth as prosecutor)
Judge:
Is anything wrong, Mr. Wright? You seem a little less lively than usual...
Phoenix:
Oh, it's nothing, Your Honor. I'm just having a little bit of trouble. 
Judge:
Hmm... Have you been getting enough sleep these days? I can't have you nodding off in my courtroom, you know. Especially not today when you don't have a little buddy to press you to stay awake. 
Phoenix:
(Hmm? Did he just say "press"...? That's it! That's what I should be doing now! Pressing the witness!)
Consult (when evidence must be presented; with Miles Edgeworth as prosecutor)
Judge:
...You appear perplexed, Mr. Wright. 
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha! Well, at times like this, my partner usually throws me a lifeline... (But I'm up here all by my lonesome today...) 
Apollo:
You're fine, Mr. Wright! Let's just take this one step at a time!
Athena:
What?! You can't give up now! It's time to get in there and knock 'em to their knees!
Phoenix:
............ (I can't stop thinking about them... But I can't start getting sentimental now. Focus, Phoenix, focus! If I look back at everything I've learned... Yes, that one statement is definitely fishy!)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "Seven Years Ago")
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
When we view your emotions alongside your testimony, we find the unexpected emotion-- (Wait a minute... There really isn't anything strange here.)    
Athena:
I don't know, but I think maybe we made a mistake, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
......I think maybe you're right.
Athena:
Let's take another look! There must be an unexpected emotion here somewhere!
Presenting wrong evidence during the Mood Matrix
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill, your statement is inconsistent with this evidence. 
Blackquill:
...Hmph. And what's YOUR opinion, Chief Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
As always, I'm afraid the only thing that is logically inconsistent here... ...is Mr. Wright himself.
Judge:
In that case, as always, I will give Mr. Wright a penalty. 
Phoenix:
Gah... (Hmm. Maybe I'd better look for inconsistent emotions instead... Now, contradictory testimony or inconsistent emotions... Which should I tackle first?) 
His testimony
Phoenix:
Okay, let's present some evidence here!
Athena:
Got it, Boss! But if you want to go back to looking for inconsistent emotions... ...just let me know. I can easily switch back!
His emotions
Phoenix:
Okay, let's look for inconsistent emotions! 
Athena:
Got it, Boss! But if you want to try looking for a contradictory statement instead... ...just let me know. I can easily switch over!
Leads to Mood Matrix segment
Presenting wrong evidence during the Mood Matrix (at renewed 100% noise level)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill, your statement is inconsistent with this evidence. 
Blackquill:
...Hmph. And what's YOUR opinion, Chief Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
As always, I'm afraid the only thing that is logically inconsistent here... ...is Mr. Wright himself.
Judge:
In that case, as always, I will give Mr. Wright a penalty. 
Phoenix:
Gah... (All right [sic], what should I tackle first this time?) 
His testimony
Phoenix:
I think there might be an inconsistency in Prosecutor Blackquill's testimony!
Athena:
All right [sic]. Let's give it a thorough check, then!
His emotions
Athena:
All right [sic]. Let's give them a good look, then!
Leads to Mood Matrix segment
Probe wrong area (during Mood Matrix segment "Seven Years Ago")
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
The root cause of all these emotions... is this!
Athena:
I'm actually not getting any particularly big reading there, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
(Guess that's not it then... What could've caused Blackquill to react with all of these emotions all at once?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Simon Blackquill as prosecutor)
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is contradictory to this piece of evidence.
Judge:
I'm afraid I don't see anything here.
Phoenix:
...My apologies, Your Honor. It looks like I was wrong.
Judge:
In that case, my apologies, Mr. Wright, for this penalty.
Phoenix:
(I'd better check his statements against the evidence carefully!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Simon Blackquill as prosecutor)
Phoenix:
Don't you find this statement to be a bit odd?
Blackquill:
You have the question wrong.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Blackquill:
I believe you meant to say, "Don't you find my head to be a bit odd?"
Phoenix:
Huh? (He'd better not be talking about my hair.)
Blackquill:
If you choose to wave your sword at contradictions that don't exist... ...prepare to have the soundness of your mind brought into question, Wright-dono.
Phoenix:
(Subtle, aren't you?)
Judge:
I'll have no wild sword waving in my courtroom, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Maybe I'd better listen to the testimony again...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Simon Blackquill as prosecutor)
Phoenix:
That statement is clearly inconsistent with-- AAAAAAAGH!!
Blackquill:
Don't be absurd.
Phoenix:
(Agh. I must've gotten it wrong.) Um, could you at least tell me why you think so?
Blackquill:
In the art of the sword, you must slash your opponent before he draws his weapon. But in your case, you'd be struck down before you even touched your blade.
Phoenix:
I-I'll try to draw faster next time...
Blackquill:
Hmph. That, I'd like to see. But in the meantime...
Judge:
...Yes, in the meantime, here is a strike against you.
Phoenix:
(Gee, how well they work together...)
Consult (when statements must be pressed; with Simon Blackquill as prosecutor)
Apollo:
Is everything okay, Mr. Wright? It looks like you're getting a little bogged down.
Phoenix:
Yeah, maybe a little. (Or maybe a lot.)  
Apollo:
Well, here's something you taught me. If you can't find an inconsistency in the testimony, try pressing the statements. Wouldn't now be a good time to try that?
Phoenix:
(You know, I think he might be right.) Thanks, Apollo. Time to turn things around!
Consult (when evidence must be presented; with Simon Blackquill as prosecutor)
Apollo:
That's it! I figured it out!
Phoenix:
Wh-What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
I figured out the contradiction in that testimony! Can I say it? Can I?
Phoenix:
Sure. Go ahead. (...'Cause I've got nothin'.)  
Apollo:
I think that's the statement that's off. What do you think?
Phoenix:
Um, yes, I think so, too... (I have no idea, actually. Thanks, Apollo. I'll put your intuition to the test right now.)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment in the chapter "The Phantom's Heart")
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
Maybe this...?
Athena:
Hmm... I don't think so. I've never seen a person in such a chaotic emotional state!
Phoenix:
But there has to be something here. I just know it!
Athena:
This might be a long shot, but if there really IS a real emotion mixed in here somewhere... ...then it's possible that it would be the one emotion that doesn't disappear.
Phoenix:
(The one that doesn't disappear, huh? I'll give it another look, then.)
Too many penalties (at any point other than the chapter "Cross-Examining Blackquill", when answering how the jacket was returned to the scene, and the chapter "The Phantom's Heart")
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Athena Cykes...
Guilty
Too many penalties (during chapter "Cross-Examining Blackquill")
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. Prosecutor Simon Blackquill remains guilty for the murder of Dr. Metis Cykes. Court is adjourned!
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill was executed as scheduled the next day. As for Aura Blackquill... She and her robots took Trucy and the rest of the hostages and vanished without a trace. Athena left the office... Apollo stopped smiling... And I, realizing my uselessness as a lawyer, took off my badge for good.
Too many penalties (when answering how the jacket was returned to the scene)
Aura:
That's enough! I've had more than my fill of your worthless arguments.
Phoenix: 
B-But...!
Aura: 
This trial is over. Now, hand Athena Cykes over to me! You know what will happen if you don't!
Phoenix:
No matter what I said, I couldn't change Aura Blackquill's mind. Athena was taken away... ...and I never heard from her again.
Too many penalties (during chapter "The Phantom's Heart")
Judge:
I'm afraid that's as far as we can go. At this time, it appears you can't prove that the witness is the phantom. All we can do is look forward to seeing what the prosecution can dig up in the future.
Phoenix:
After that, the phantom vanished completely. The case remained unsolved, and we were never able to uncover the truth. As the days passed, the dark age of the law... only grew darker and darker.
Turnabout Goodbyes
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Part 1
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Part 4
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Part 6
Episode 4Turnabout Goodbyes
It's been, what, 15 years?
About that, yes.
15 years is a long time to wait...
You can't imagine how much I've suffered...
You... suffered?
And now... the perfect opportunity presents itself.
At last... I shall have my revenge!
What!?
...Merry Christmas.
December 25, 10:08 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
Hey, hey, Nick! Do you know if there's any good waterfalls around here?
Phoenix:
Waterfalls...? Dare I ask why?
Maya:
Duh, Nick! Isn't it obvious? I need a waterfall to stand under! Preferably a freezing one!
Phoenix:
... Oh... Is that part of your spirit medium training?
Maya:
Of course! Except, I've been slacking off lately... I need to brave the elements and be forged anew under the rushing spring waters!
Phoenix:
Umm... Okay... I don't know about any falls per se, but Gourd Lake is pretty close...
Maya:
Oh. Darn.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but them's the breaks. Couldn't you just take a cold shower or something?
Maya:
... Good idea!
Phoenix:
(So much for the rushing spring waters...) 
TV:
Next in the news... A large, unidentified animal was sighted at Gourd Lake! The town is buzzing with excitement! Locals are calling it "Gourdy" in a tip of the hat to Nessie, the Loch Ness monster. Though its namesake, Nessie, proved to be a hoax... locals are confident their Gourdy is the real deal. ... 
Phoenix:*yawn* Bor-ing. Can't they show real news for a change?
Maya:
Nick?
Phoenix:
?
Maya:
The water pressure's kind of low in that shower.
Phoenix:
... You want more pressure, huh? Why don't you go down to the fire department and have them spray you with the hose?
Maya:
... Good idea, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Apparently, E.S.P. is no aid in detecting sarcasm...) 
TV:
We interrupt this program to bring you a special news bulletin! Strange occurrences continue at Gourd Lake... But this time, it's murder! 
Phoenix:
(Gourd Lake again?) 
TV:
The body of a man was found in the lake early this morning. A suspect was apprehended. Sources inside the police department revealed... that the suspect's name is Miles Edgeworth, age 24. Edgeworth was an up-and-coming prosecution attorney, known for his skill and connections. He was guaranteed a long and rewarding career... has he thrown it all away? 
Phoenix:
(...? E-Edgeworth!?) What's going on!? Edgeworth would never do something like--
Maya:
Nick?
Phoenix:
Yipes! M-Maya!
Maya:
The fireman yelled at me when I called him.
Phoenix:
We've got bigger things to worry about than that! They arrested Edgeworth!
Maya:
What? You mean, the prosecutor?
Phoenix:
Yeah, he's a suspect... in a murder!
Maya:
Whaaaaat!? When? Where? Whom? Why? How?
Phoenix:
I-I don't know!
Maya:
Let's go find out, Nick!
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. I tried reading one, and it made my head hurt. When I closed it, it slipped out of my hand. Then my foot hurt too.
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Mia's favorite plant. Its name is "Charley." Maya's gotten the knack of watering it lately. Charley's been perking up these days.
Mia's desk
Phoenix:
Mia's desk. If we had more clients, I would probably sit here more often. Lately, I've been spending more time on the couch, watching TV.
Movie poster
Phoenix:
Maya brought in a poster of the Steel Samurai the other day. We had a big fight over whether to put it up or not. I know she's just waiting for a chance to sneak it up on the wall.
Window
Phoenix:
Looks like it's cleaning day again at the hotel across the way. I hear they're planning a second branch outside the city. I can see the bellboy, getting the angle of that screwdriver in the drawer just right.
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
Well, what should we do?
Maya:
What do you mean!? Let's investigate! We should talk to Mr. Edgeworth, and check out the crime scene!
Phoenix:
(You're right... We need more information! Save aimlessness and confusion for later!)
Any ideas
Phoenix:
Well? Got any good ideas?
Maya:
Not really. I do my best thinking when I'm standing underneath a waterfall.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
You know, I think it's developing a nice luster.
Maya:
I'll look at your badge later, Nick. We've got work to do!
Phoenix:
(I suppose you're right...)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 25
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Gourd Lake Entrance
Leads to:
December 25
Gourd Lake Park
Entrance
December 25Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
You know, Nick... We've all been in here one time or another, haven't we?
Phoenix:
I guess it comes with the territory.
Maya:
I'm not sure it's something we should mention to too many people... Aah!
Phoenix:
... Hey! Edgeworth! Come back!
Edgeworth:
What are you doing here!?
Maya:
Nick, I don't think he's in a very good mood.
Phoenix:
Well, he is in detention. Were you in a good mood when you were here?
Edgeworth:
So, you've come to laugh at the fallen attorney? Then laugh, laugh! Well? Why aren't you laughing?
Maya:
Nick... Should we be laughing?
Phoenix:
Nah. It's a trick. Laugh and he'll get mad... or burst into tears. Edgeworth. We don't have so much free time we can spend it coming down here to laugh at you.
Edgeworth:
... Yes you do.
Phoenix:
(Actually, he's right.) 
Edgeworth:
... I hoped you wouldn't come. I didn't want you to see me. Not like this.
Phoenix:
(Hey, I didn't want to see you either, believe me.)
Examine
Surveillance camera
Phoenix:
Smile for the camera...
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He hasn't moved an inch since I came in. A real pro. Or maybe he's just nervous with Edgeworth in the room.
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Edgeworth. Tell me what happened.
Edgeworth:
... Why should I? What are you going to do about it?
Maya:
Duh! We're going to help you, that's what!
Edgeworth:
...! ... Help me? You? Don't be ridiculous.
Phoenix:
Sorry...?
Edgeworth:
You're a novice! You've only been in three trials!
Phoenix:
H-hey!
Edgeworth:
Sure, you got lucky and won all three... But your luck's bound to run out some day! You need real skill, Wright. Experience!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Nick! He's insulting you! Nick? Why am I always the one who has to get angry!?
Gourd Lake
Phoenix:
The murder took place at Gourd Lake, correct?
Edgeworth:
Yes... late last night.
Phoenix:
The lake is a long way away from your offices and the court... Why were you down there?
Edgeworth:
... I see no need to tell you.
Maya:
M-Mr. Edgeworth! You... you didn't really...?
Edgeworth:
... Gourdy.
Maya:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
I went to see Gourdy.
Maya:
"Gourdy"? What's that!?
Phoenix:
I'll... tell you later. (Why won't Edgeworth talk to us?)
Did you do it (appears after What happened, Gourdy, and presenting Attorney's Badge)
Leads to:
"Edgeworth... this is really hard for me to ask..."
Present
Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth:
Your attorney's badge...?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth. Let me defend you.
Edgeworth:
... Hah! Hah hah! Good one, Wright. But I'm not that hard up. Not yet.
Maya:
Wh-what do you mean by that?
Edgeworth:
Me? Trust a wet-behind-the-ears lawyer with only three trials under his belt? Never!
Maya:
Wh-what!?
Edgeworth:
My case is near hopeless, Wright. Every defense attorney I've talked to has turned me down.
Phoenix:
What?
Edgeworth:
Simply put, they were afraid they'd lose. It occurred to me that it might be my fault that they lack confidence. After all, I did get every single one of their clients declared "guilty."
Phoenix:
I don't believe it!
Edgeworth:
Regardless, I don't want you involved in this. You in particular I cannot ask to do this.
(Clearing "Did you do it" "Talk" option leads to:)
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... this is really hard for me to ask... But... you didn't do it, right? Right?
Edgeworth:
... Think what you will. I have only one request.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Stay out of this case.
Maya:
Why!? B-but Nick is trying to help you!
Edgeworth:
I know...! I know that! But I don't want your help, okay?
Maya:
!!! Why not?
Edgeworth:
... Look, just go away, and leave me alone!
Maya:
Nick... Mr. Edgeworth did it, didn't he.
Phoenix:
Maya! Let's go investigate elsewhere.
Maya:
But, Nick...
Examine
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He hasn't moved an inch since I came in. A real pro. Or maybe he's just nervous with Edgeworth in the room.
December 25Gourd Lake ParkEntrance 
Maya:
This is where it happened?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Gourd Lake is in the middle of this park.
Maya:
I can see some police walking around in there.
Phoenix:
Questioning people, probably.
Maya:
Hey! Isn't that Detective Gumshoe over there?
Gumshoe:
Well, pal!? There's enough of us here! Anyone found anything?
Police:
S-sorry, sir... Nothing.
Gumshoe:
Idiot! The trial's tomorrow! We need clues, on the double!
Police:
B-but, sir... There weren't any clues... that's why we arrested that attorney, Mr. Edgeworth! It's clear, sir. He's the one who--
Gumshoe:
Shaddup! Just you try saying that again! I'll... er... I'll make you sorry if you do! I mean... just, get outta my face, pal!
Police:
Y-yes, sir!
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe's kinda scary today!
Gumshoe:
Recruits... peh! ... Aah!
Maya:
Eek!
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're that Harry guy! Harry Butz!
Phoenix:
Wright! Phoenix Wright! (Will he ever learn my name!?) 
Gumshoe:
And just what are you doing here, pal? Investigating!?
Phoenix:
Huh? Um, well, yes. I suppose.
Gumshoe:
Well, I'm here to help! Ask me anything you want! Bring it!
Maya:
He seems different than usual. I wonder what's up? Umm... Mr. Edgeworth hasn't actually asked us to defend him yet...
Gumshoe:
Huh!? Oh? Y-you don't say...
Examine
Trees
Phoenix:
I feel winter's chill from the bare leaf trees today... *sigh* What is it about winter that turns people into poets?
Maya:
I don't know, but my toes are starting to feel numb.
Phoenix:
(Yes... my poetry has that effect on some people.)
Sign
Phoenix:
The sign says "Gourd Lake Nature Park." This place is full of families picnicking on the weekend.
Maya:
But... no waterfall.
Phoenix:
Not many picnickers come here for spiritual training, Maya.
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe? Do you know what happened here?
Gumshoe:
Huh? You don't know, pal?
Phoenix:
No...
Gumshoe:
Wow, okay, Mr. head-in-the-fluffy-pink-clouds Lawyer.
Phoenix:
Head-in-the... huh?
Gumshoe:
Never mind, I'll tell you. It happened last night, about 15 minutes after midnight. There was a boat out on Gourd Lake. In that boat were two men. One of those men shot the other with a pistol.
Maya:
And... the shooter was Mr. Edgeworth?
Gumshoe:
A cop who arrived on the scene arrested him.
Maya:
How did he get there so fast?
Gumshoe:
Well... There was a witness. When the report came in, we raced to the lake.
Phoenix:
A witness?
Edgeworth
Maya:
You don't think Mr. Edgeworth is a... murderer!?
Gumshoe:
Absolutely not! It's impossible! I don't care if there's a witness either! I don't believe a lick of it!
Maya:
R-right! Who cares what the witness says!
Phoenix:
(I care!)
Maya:
... You really believe in him, don't you, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Course I do! But... the police are pretty sure he's the killer. Nobody's even really taking this investigation that seriously.
Maya:
Oh no!
Gumshoe:
After all the help Mr. Edgeworth has been to us... Hard to imagine that no one's standing up to take his side.
Maya:
Well, at least you are, Detective. At least you are.
Defense request
Maya:
Do you know who will be Mr. Edgeworth's defense attorney in tomorrow's trial?
Gumshoe:
He hasn't got one yet.
Maya:
What? The trial IS tomorrow, isn't it?
Gumshoe:
Well, I don't know the whole story... But apparently no one he's been talking to will take his case.
Maya:
W-why not?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth won't tell me! When you guys showed up, I figured he'd asked you to defend him.
Phoenix:
U-unfortunately not...
Gumshoe:
Well, pal, then you got a job to do! Help out Mr. Edgeworth! Prove that badge you wear isn't just some fancy piece of metal! Prove it to me, pal! Show me you're an attorney!
Defense request (after presenting Attorney's Badge to Edgeworth)
Maya:
I-is it true? No one will take Mr. Edgeworth's case?
Gumshoe:
Yeah... He's a bit of a celebrity. If you defended him, and lost, your reputation'd be sure to suffer. What's more... The case against him is... well, it's pretty solid.
Phoenix:
(I suppose it would be if they have a witness.)
Gumshoe:
Hey! Pal! Don't tell me your going to turn your back on him too!? Remember the Steel Samurai! Mr. Edgeworth helped you get your client declared innocent!
Phoenix:
I... I know. I went to Edgeworth. I tried. He really doesn't want us to represent him. Especially not us, he said.
Gumshoe:
What!? W-well, that doesn't make any sense, pal! You should have heard him talking about you after the Steel Samurai case! He kept saying "Wright, Wright, Wright" over and over.
Maya:
... Nick? I'm not sure that's a good sign.
Phoenix:
Neither am I...
Gumshoe:
Why wouldn't he want your help? I don't get it.
The witness (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
Who was this witness?
Gumshoe:
Er, sorry, pal. That's confidential. Anyway, the witness saw everything, apparently. I'm sure they'll turn up at the trial tomorrow.
Phoenix:
Was there only that one witness?
Gumshoe:
Yep. It was pretty cold out on the lake last night. And, it was Christmas Eve after all. Still, we're being thorough. You never know when you're going to turn up another witness. That's why we're here today, checking things out. So far, we're coming up empty...
Maya:
Oh! It's Christmas today! I'd forgotten. What are you getting me for Christmas, Nick?
Phoenix:
Talk to Santa.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Gumshoe:
That badge! You're showing that to the wrong guy, pal! You gotta show that to someone who needs it!
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Police:
Detective Gumshoe, sir!
Gumshoe:
What? Find something!?
Police:
Um, no, sir. Not yet. But there was a call from the precinct. They want to hold an investigation briefing...
Gumshoe:
A briefing? Right! I'm off! Oh... Sorry, pal. I guess you heard. I gotta go. Any last things you want to ask me about before I head back?
The autopsy report
Maya:
Well, yes. Do you have any information on the victim...?
Gumshoe:
Sorry... They haven't worked up the autopsy report yet. I'm still waiting for it myself. Actually... Say, if you get the time, drop by the precinct! We can talk more there, pal!
Leads to:
"You're not coming back, Detective?"
How to get in touch with you
Leads to:
"You're not coming back, Detective?"
Phoenix:
You're not coming back, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Erm... Probably not, pal.
Phoenix:
So, what should we do if we have something to talk to you about...?
Gumshoe:
Ah, right. Here, I'll show you how to get to the precinct. Come down and see me anytime.
Detective Gumshoe gave you directions to the police station.
Phoenix:
Oh, hey! Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
W-what!?
Phoenix:
Um, we'd like to take a look around in the park. Can we walk around?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! No problem, pal. You got my permission.
Maya:
You know, Nick. I think there's something to be said for talking to people when they're busy.
Phoenix:
Yeah. They don't have time to think about not giving you information...
Maya:
Right! Now, let's get investigating!
Move
Gourd Lake Public Beach
Leads to:
December 25
Gourd Lake
Public Beach
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 25
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
December 25Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Maya:
... Looks like Detective Gumshoe isn't here.
Chief:
Something wrong, miss? Hmm? Turning yourself in? Okay, what did you do? Shoplifting? Larceny? Public indecency...?
Maya:
N-no! None of those things! We're looking for Detective Gumshoe... is he around?
Chief:
Gumshoe? Oh yeah. He's in a meeting right now. I don't think he'll be out any time soon.
Maya:
Okay, we'll come back.
Chief:
You do that. Oh, and go straight home and stay out of trouble. No more shoplifting, you got that?
Maya:
... Do I look like a criminal or something?
Examine
Poster
Phoenix:
A poster of a female police officer... Wait, no. That's the latest "Babes in Uniform" calendar. My bad.
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"...your mama could see you know she'd be crying'... ...a break and spit it out, you lowlife scumbag..."
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for interrogations.
Desk
Phoenix:
These are the detectives' desks. There are computers and files on each one. Funny, they're a lot tidier than I'd expect. I guess the detectives don't spend a lot of time at their desks.
Blue Badger
Phoenix:
Hey, is that the police department's mascot...?
Chief:
That's the "Blue Badger"! It was my idea! I made it! It's my mascot!
Phoenix:
I... see. How nice.
Chief:
I'll get him assigned mascot of the Criminal Affairs Dept. if it's the last thing I do!
Phoenix:
Um, good luck!
Chief
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
Wha...!? "Gourd Lake...!" "Gourdy sighted"!!! I don't believe it!
Phoenix:
(Shouldn't you be reading something more important...?)
December 25Gourd LakePublic Beach
Maya:
Wowsers! This is "Gourd Lake"?
Phoenix:
Yup. I'm not sure it warrants a "wowsers," though.
Maya:
Hmm. Probably not. But hey, look at that snack stand!
Phoenix:
"Samurai Dogs"...?
Maya:
I wanna Samurai Dog! Please! I bet they're great!
Phoenix:
With a name like Samurai Dog, how could they not be?
Maya:
They're a little behind the times, though. The kids are all into "The Pink Princess" now. I mean, like, y'know!?
Phoenix:
(Nope.)
Examine
Lake
Maya:
Wow. Gourd Lake is really big.
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Maya:
Say, Nick. Why is it called "Gourd Lake"?
Phoenix:
Oh. Well, a long time ago, they used to grow gourds here.
Maya:
Whoa! No way! I was sure it was because the lake looked like a gourd when viewed from above! You know, like an hourglass shape?
Phoenix:
Well, it is shaped like a gourd, actually. But that's just a coincidence.
Maya:
Oh. Okay.
Trash
Phoenix:
The trashcan is empty. At least the place is well maintained.
Bench
Phoenix:
A lineup of plastic benches. I guess the idea is you buy a dog and eat it here. I doubt anyone would sit here and eat on a day like this. Except maybe Maya... if she had a Samurai Dog.
Sign
Phoenix:
Huh... I almost didn't see that signpost. "Left - Boat docks" "Right - Exit"
Stand
Phoenix:
A hotdog stand. It's closed... The Christmas fringe looks a little half-baked. The banner reads "Samurai Dogs"... Somebody needs to redecorate.
Popper
Maya:
Huh. Someone left one of those poppers here. You know, you pull the string...
Phoenix:
...and it goes "pop." Yeah, I know the ones. You see them a lot around New Year's.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! It might be a clue! Let's take it.
Phoenix:
C'mon, admit it. You just want to pop it, right?
Maya:
Was it that obvious?
Phoenix:
(A popper... hmm.)
Take it
Leads to:
"I suppose it couldn't hurt. Huh? Where'd it go?"
Leave it
Phoenix:
Nah, let's leave it.
Maya:
Aww, listen to your inner child a little, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Maybe if you outer child would be quiet for just a moment, Maya!)
Phoenix:
I suppose it couldn't hurt. Huh? Where'd it go?
Maya:
I already put it in my pocket.
Popper put in pocket.
Move
Gourd Lake Woods
Leads to:
December 25
Gourd Lake Woods
Boat Rental Shop
Leads to:
December 25
Boat Rental Shop
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Anything else
Maya:
Nick! If we don't hurry Mr. Edgeworth will get the death sentence!!!
Phoenix:
Whoa! O-okay! Let's go check things out.
Detention Center
Present
Anything else
Edgeworth:
What's that? I'm not in the mood for idle banter, Wright.
December 25Boat Rental Shop
Maya:
Nick... what is this place?
Phoenix:
A boat rental shop. Closed for Christmas it seems. I guess a murder taking place on one of the boats won't be good for business, either.
Maya:
Boats... I've never ridden on a boat.
Phoenix:
Really? Well, how about we go out on one when the trial is finished?
Maya:
Hey, good idea! You bet!
Examine
Trees
Phoenix:
There's more forest off that way. I doubt I'd find any helpful clues in there.
Shop
Phoenix:
A small boat rental shop. Doesn't look like anyone is around. They're probably closed because it's Christmas.
Boats
Phoenix:
There are some boats floating at the dock. Was one of these boats used in the murder, I wonder?
Maya:
Nick?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
I changed my mind. I don't really want to go for a boat ride.
December 25Gourd Lake Woods
Maya:
I like it here, Nick. Look... someone's camping!
Phoenix:
They've got guts, camping at the scene of a murder.
Maya:
Hey, hey, Nick! If they were camping here last night, they might know about the murder!
Phoenix:
(That's true...) Good call, Maya. Let's go talk to them.
Examine (left side)
Camera
Maya:
Hey, Nick. Check out this camera!
Phoenix:
Yeah... what's with the big mic and that box on top, I wonder? It looks like some sort of automatic system for taking a photo when a noise is heard.
Maya:
Wow! Hey, let's see if it works! *cough* "Hi, I'm Nick!" ... Maybe I'm not saying it loud enough. "YO! I'M NICK!!!" ... Huh. NIIIIIIIIII......IIIIIIIIIICK!
Phoenix:
Will you stop that?
Maya:
I think it's broken, Nick.
Phoenix:
D-don't kick it! (It must not be set up to respond to voices.)
Camera (after obtaining Popper)
Leads to:
"This camera has a mic and some sort of attachment."
Trees
Phoenix:
The trees grow quite thick here. Further back, the trees fade into the shadow where the sunlight can't reach them.
Examine (right side)
Trees
Phoenix:
The trees grow quite thick here. Further back, the trees fade into the shadow where the sunlight can't reach them.
Sign
Phoenix:
The sign says "No Camping." Funny place to pick to pitch your tent.
Maya:
Wait, what if the sign said "No Setting Tents on Fire"?
Phoenix:
... I don't think they have signs like that.
Maya:
Oh...
Sheet
Phoenix:
There's food and some magazines on the sheet. It takes a pretty tough skin to camp in this cold.
Campfire
Maya:
Hey, Nick!
Phoenix:
What, don't tell me you're hungry again?
Maya:
No, no. I was just wondering, why are camping pots and pans made of aluminum?
Phoenix:
... They didn't talk about that in any of the law books.
Maya:
So, there's no law saying they have to be made out of aluminum, then!
Phoenix:
(I'm not having this conversation...)
SUV
Phoenix:
This SUV has seen better days. It's dented all over. I can't believe anyone would drive their car down here.
Phoenix:
This camera has a mic and some sort of attachment. It must take pictures when triggered by a noise.
Maya:
Wow! Cool! Let's try it out! *cough* "Hi, I'm Nick!" ... Maybe I'm not saying it loud enough. "HEY! I'M NICK!!!" ... Huh. NIIIIIIIIII......IIIIIIIIIICK!
Phoenix:
Will you stop that?
Maya:
Maybe it's broken?
Phoenix:
D-don't kick it! Maybe it isn't set up to respond to voices?
Maya:
Well what then? I know!
Phoenix:
The party popper...?
*BANG*
klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik
Maya:
... Yep. It responded.
???:
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw! Hey, you! Git yer hands offa' that!
Maya:
Eek!
???:
What in the Sam Hill...!? Look what ya done now! There goes a whole roll of film!
Maya:
Ah? Wha... huh? S-sorry!
???:
Sorry's nice but it don't pay my bills! Y'all know how much a roll of film costs!?
Maya:
I-I'll pay you back!
???:
What were ya'll thinkin' settin' off a party-popper in a place like this?
Maya:
Uh... well...
???:
What! Don't try to play stupid with me just 'cause you think I'm some country bumpkin! Yeah, I know how y'all Yanks think! "I say, those southern folks talk with that exaggerated drawl, why they must be dumb!" Well let me tell you, just because I might be dumb don't mean we all are!
Maya:
N-Nick, help!
???:
And who are you, now? Her chaperone?
Phoenix:
Yeah, uh, no, rather, uhh... we're sort of... friends?
???:
Jus' figure out what y'all are gonna say and say it for bejeezum's sake! Gawd, I'd rather sit through one of papa's drawls than listen to you stutter all day.
Phoenix:
(Oh boy... I guess we should pay her for the film...)
???:
Watch it!
Phoenix:
Yes ma'am. (On second thought, I'll pay later...)
Maya:
I'm really sorry!
Examine (left side)
Camera
Phoenix:
This camera is rigged to respond to noise. But it only responds to loud noises... like a party popper.
Talk
Any option
Phoenix:
Ummm...
???:
What!? Can't ya see I'm changin' the film on my camera here! Someone--I'm not namin' any names--but someone used up a WHOLE ROLL.
Maya:
Sorry...
Phoenix:
(That didn't work... I wonder if I have anything to show her that would get her attention...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Leads to:
"I, er, this is my badge."
Phoenix:
I, er, this is my badge.
???:
Huh? Aren't badges supposed t' be all shiny and impressive? You a cop or something?
Phoenix:
Umm... I'm a lawyer.
???:
Wh-what!? Y'all ain't gonna try and pull one o' them lawsuits on me over that film now? Cause I'll have you know I'm a fighter and I wrassled meaner looking' things'n you!
Phoenix:
N-no, that's not it at all. We're here investigating a murder that took place here, on the lake.
???:
A murder...? ... Sounds cool! Why didn't y'all say that in the first place! Go ahead, ask me anything ya like!
Phoenix:
(Finally! Some cooperation!)
???:
You too. Y'all can come out of hiding now. I won't bite. Hard.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, where did Maya get to?)
Maya:
S-sorry... I-I was feeling a little overwhelmed. The culture gap and all...
???:
Never you mind, honey. I kin' talk Yank for ya if... ahem... if it pleases you?
Maya:
Th-thanks. I think I'll be okay.
Lotta:
Great then! I'm Lotta, Lotta Hart, but y'all can call me Lotta! I'm here photographing meteor showers for a research project. Mighty pleased ta meet ya!
Talk
What happened
Lotta:
Oh yeah, when was that murder, anyway? I ain't seen much television lately.
Phoenix:
It happened late in the night on Christmas Eve.
Lotta:
That so? Christmas Eve?
Phoenix:
A man on a boat was shot... Did you see anything?
Lotta:
Well, lemme see. A boat, ya say? I reckon I mighta seen one... not sure though. Y'all gotta remember I've been watching this here lake for a good three days now. I seen enough boats to choke a mule. Kinda hard to remember which I seen when.
Lotta
Maya:
So, what is it you do, Lotta?
Lotta:
Huh? Me? Hah hah. Y'all don't really want to know that, do ya? Actually, I'm a research student at Country U., right in the heart of the heartland.
Maya:
Wow! Neat! Nick! She's a research student at a university! Country U.!
Phoenix:
Uh... so I hear.
Maya:
So, when did you come up here?
Lotta:
Hmm, lemme see... I guess it was 'bout three days ago.
Phoenix:
What are you photographing?
Lotta:
D-didn't I tell y'all that already? Meteors! Yep, meteor showers!
Phoenix:
(Falling stars...?)
The camera (appears after What happened)
Maya:
That's quite a camera you have there.
Lotta:
Y'all better know it! It's German-made. A genuine Solingen!
Phoenix:
(Isn't that where they make knives...?)
Maya:
Umm... So, what's that device you have stuck to the camera?
Lotta:
Huh? Device?
Maya:
It started moving all by itself when I fired my party popper...
Lotta:
Oh that? That triggers the shutter whenever it detects certain sounds. It's programmed to pick up loud noises right now.
Maya:
A programmable camera! Neat!
Lotta's Camera added to the Court Record.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Lotta:
So yer a lawyer, huh? Tell the truth, yer badge is a lot more impressive than you are.
Maya:
Hah hah!
Phoenix:*glare*
Maya:
Hah... hah... oh. Ahem.
Lotta's Camera
Leads to:
"Lotta?"
Phoenix:
Lotta?
Lotta:
Yeah?
Phoenix:
So, your camera... it triggers on loud explosion noises?
Lotta:
Ayup.
Phoenix:
Actually, the victim in the case we're researching--he was shot with a pistol.
Lotta:
A pistol...?
Phoenix:
Right. Now wouldn't a gunshot make a similar noise to our party popper...?
Lotta:
I guess it would.
Phoenix:
Your camera... didn't get a picture of the murder, did it?
Lotta:
... Hey! Y'all are pretty bright!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lotta:
I see what yer sayin'... Tell ya what, I'll have a look-see at my film.
Phoenix:
It would have been a photo taken late last night...
Lotta:
I checked 'em once, don't remember if there was anything on 'em though. But what if I got sumtin'! I could be witness to a genuine murder! Yeehaw! I'll go check that film. Y'all come back now, y'hear?
Maya:
She went inside her SUV. I guess we should come back later...
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Lotta's Camera
Maya:
Who was that with the camrea...? Lotta something? Let's go talk to her about that photograph!
Gourd Lake Entrance
(Presenting Lotta's Camera to Lotta leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 25
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
December 25Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Maya:
... I guess Detective Gumshoe is still in that meeting.
Gumshoe:
Hey! Thanks for coming down, pal!
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
We just finished the meeting. For better or for worse...
Phoenix:
(I get the feeling we're in for some bad news...)
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"All right, hands against the wall, all o' you... Don't even think about escaping! I got eyes in the back of my head!"
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for arrests.
Talk
The victim
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about the victim yet?
Gumshoe:
No, no... Still can't I.D. him.
Maya:
Has Mr. Edgeworth said anything?
Gumshoe:
Not a word.
The meeting
Phoenix:
So, how did the meeting go?
Gumshoe:
I can't tell you, pal! You're a lawyer!
Phoenix:
T-true...
Gumshoe:
... Y'know... I don't know what to believe anymore. Sure, Mr. Edgeworth's human like you or me. Still... I get the feeling that if he'd done something wrong, he wouldn't go hiding it. That's just the kind of guy he is. Why can't anyone else see that?
Maya:
So, they think that Mr. Edgeworth did it...?
Gumshoe:
Well, the trial's starting tomorrow, as scheduled.
Maya:
I see...
Gumshoe:
...
Phoenix:
Umm... hey, in the end you did tell us about the meeting!
Gumshoe:
... Don't go telling anyone else, pal.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, sir!
Gumshoe:
And... do me a favor! Stand by Mr. Edgeworth! He needs help, and you're the ones to help him! I'm sure he's got some reason why he won't talk to us.
Maya:
Thanks, Detective Gumshoe.
Trusting Edgeworth (appears after The meeting)
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe... How come you trust Mr. Edgeworth so much?
Gumshoe:
Well, I'd think that was obvious. We got a strong working relationship, us two. We trust each other, and that's how it works.
Maya:
A "working relationship"?
Gumshoe:
See, Mr. Edgeworth always gets his defendants declared "guilty" every time. Yeah, his methods right be a little extreme at times. But... there's a reason! He trusts our investigation, see? He trusts us to get the right man! That's why I work extra hard, pal. We've got to earn that trust he places in us.
Maya:
I see...
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth is a man you can trust... And you have my word on that!
The autopsy report (appears after Trusting Edgeworth)
Phoenix:
I was wondering, did you ever get that autopsy report?
Gumshoe:
Oh, that? Yeah, I made a copy for you.
Added Autopsy Report to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Thank you.
Maya:
...Nick?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
Can you show me that photo of the victim? ... That face...!
Phoenix:
Someone you know?
Maya:
I... I don't know. I just have this feeling that I met him somewhere a long time ago. ...
The autopsy report (subsequent times)
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
(Maya seems lost in thought.) You remember anything?
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
(Guess not.)
Present
Autopsy Report
Gumshoe:
Well, I hope it helps you, pal.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Detective.
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Sorry, I'm drawing a blank right now.
(Clearing "The autopsy report" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
"..."
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
What is it?
Maya:
Oh. Nothing... just, something's been bothering me. ... Could you show me that autopsy report once more? ... ... ... Hey! I-I remember now! This guy! This is a lawyer that was at that office Mia worked at! I met him once when I went there to hang out with Sis!
Phoenix:
That office...? Wait! You mean Grossberg's office?
Maya:
Right! That guy!
Phoenix:
(That was the last name I expected to come up... Maybe I should go talk to him... for old time's sake.)
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
Well, what should we do?
Maya:
Hmm... The police have pretty much made up their minds that Mr. Edgeworth did it. And Mr. Edgeworth won't tell us anything. I guess we could go look for clues down by the lake?
Phoenix:
Right.
Any ideas
Phoenix:
Well? Penny for your thoughts?
Maya:
Thoughts... Thoughts... Yeah, why won't Mr. Edgeworth tell us anything? And... and... And why did he refuse to ask for our help? What a jerk!
Present
Autopsy Report
Maya:
Nick... This person was a lawyer at Grossberg's office. Let's go talk to him! Mr. Grossberg, I mean, not the dead guy.
Move
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
December 25
Grossberg Law Offices
December 25Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
It's been a while since I was here last. Mr. Grossberg is out as usual.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. Look at the wall.
Phoenix:
(That painting is still missing... Mia must have known about the deal with Mr. Grossberg and Redd White... She kept track of all of White's extortion and blackmail rackets.)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Expensive-looking mahogany bookshelves, filled with expensive-looking books. Hmm... funny... they don't look like they've ever been read.
Maya:
Well then let's take them back to our office! He won't miss them!
Phoenix:
Uh, we don't need them.
Maya:
Then, can we take that wooden bear?
Phoenix:
(Hmm. It is kind of cute.)
Desk
Phoenix:
A solid mahogany desk. The wood's been polished to a deep luster.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! I want a desk like that in our office too!
Phoenix:
I don't know. I don't think I'm ready to sit at a desk like that yet.
Maya:
Huh? I meant for me!
Phoenix:
You'd better start saving your allowance, then.
Vacant wall
Maya:
Why is the wall there a different color?
Phoenix:
A big painting was hanging there until recently.
Maya:
Huh. What happened to it?
Phoenix:
Uh... well, he gave it to someone.
Maya:
I bet he gave it to some romantic interest! Love blooms eternal, Nick!
Phoenix:
Uh... yeah.
Potted plant
Phoenix:
An expensive potted plant. No idea what kind of plant it is, but it's probably the most expensive one available.
Maya:
I think our Charley is cuter.
Phoenix:
Right. He's a really cute... plant.
Table
Phoenix:
A table for clients. Hmm... an elegant ebony case, and if I'm not mistaken, that lighter's made of solid gold. Even I can tell someone here's got money to burn.
Maya:
We should put things on our client table too.
Phoenix:
I'm not really into smoking.
Maya:
We could put out candy, or gum.
Phoenix:
Classy...
Detention Center
Present
Autopsy Report
Edgeworth:
... I'm sorry. I can't think of anything I want to say about that.
Gourd Lake Public Beach
(Clearing "The autopsy report" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Gourd Lake Woods
Leads to:
December 25
Gourd Lake Woods
December 25Gourd Lake Woods
Lotta:
Hey y'all!
Maya:
Lotta!
Lotta:
Wait up a sec! We got bingo!
Maya:
Bingo...?
Lotta:
My automatic camera took two pictures last night!
Maya:
Hey!
Lotta:
This is them. Take a look!
Phoenix:
Wait...!
Lotta:
See? See? He's shooting him with that pistol!
Phoenix:
I-it looks like that, yes.
Maya:
But you can't really tell who that is shooting.
Lotta:
Yeah, well there was enough fog out there last night t' strangle a bullfrog. But, y'know... Seeing these photos reminded me of something.
Maya:
What...?
Lotta:
I saw the murder happen. I'm a witness!
Maya:
Whaaaaaaa!?
Phoenix:
A-are you serious!?
Lotta:
Course!
Phoenix:
(How do you forget... never mind.)
Lotta:
Y'all reckon I should tell the cops?
I reckon so
Phoenix:
I... reckon so!
Lotta:
What's that? Now don't y'all go tryin' to mock my accent! I'm a sensitive lady!
Leads to:
"Hey, so, I'm off to talk to the cops."
I reckon no
Phoenix:
I... reckon no!
Lotta:
What's that? Now don't y'all think y'all can pull one over on me just cause you speak the lingo! I know enough to know that when you see a murder, you'd best tell the cops! It's my obligation as a citizen!
Leads to:
"Hey, so, I'm off to talk to the cops."
Lotta:
Hey, so, I'm off to talk to the cops. Y'all can have this photo. Later.
Phoenix:
W-w-wait! Lotta!
Lotta:
What? Can't y'all see I'm kinda busy?
Phoenix:
T-tell us what you saw, too! Please?
Lotta:
Nice try, honey, but I wasn't born yesterday. I'm a witness, and that means I'm on the side of justice, and that means the cops! I'd sooner eat the south side of a north-bound skunk than tell you!
Maya:
L-Lotta!
Lotta:
Don't let it get your skivvies in a bunch. Friends today, enemies tomorrow! Or was that the other way round? No matter. I'm gone! Hey! Maybe they'll let me do some testifying! Hot darn!
Maya:
She left... ... Well, that's one more witness. What do we do now, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Well, if she saw something, there's not much we can do about it. The question is: what exactly did she see...? I guess we'll find out in the trial tomorrow.)
Lake Photo added to the Court Record.
Examine (left side)
Camera
Phoenix:
An expensive-looking camera faces the lake. Next to it is a large microphone and a blue plastic sheet. Hmm. Looks like a computer is attached to the camera.
Move
Gourd Lake Public Beach
Leads to:
December 25
Gourd Lake
Public Beach
December 25Gourd LakePublic Beach
Maya:
Looks like the police have given up their questioning.
???:
Hey!
Maya:
Aah! N-Nick! I think Santa's mad at you!
???:
Long time no see, Nick.
Maya:
Nick... you know Santa!? Wow... Nick and St. Nick... Hey! I see the connection!
Phoenix:
Don't be ridiculous!
???:
Dude, it's me!
Phoenix:
L... Larry! What are you doing here!?
Butz:
Isn't it obvious? I'm working my day job! I sell Samurai Dogs! Want one? Gotta get money for dates, you know, My girl Kiyance deserves the best!
Phoenix:
(K-Kiyance...? Not another model, I hope...)
Butz:
Oh, Kiyance's a fine, fine woman, Nick. It was her idea that I wear this costume! She was all "You go girlfriend!" Y'know? She bought this costume for me!
Phoenix:
That... that's great, Larry.
Maya:
Wow! A Santa costume! She must be really nice!
Butz:
Whoa! Cute! Nick! Who's she? She's not your...?
Phoenix:
Not my... what? N-no, she's not!
Maya:
I'm his partner, Maya Fey. I'm, uh, the little sister.
Butz:
Sister...? ... Wow, Nick, must be tough. Working nine to five, having to take care of a little sister...
Maya:
N-no, I'm not Nick's sister, I'm my older sister's little sister...
Butz:
Huh. Sounds great!
Phoenix:
(Don't worry, Maya, he's not listening...)
Examine
Bench
Maya:
Hey, Nick, benches! Let's take a break... maybe have a dog?
Phoenix:
I think not. It's too cold to sit and eat hotdogs out here!
Maya:
Wimpy city boy! You should try standing under a freezing waterfall some time!
Stand
Phoenix:
I can't get over the Samurai Dogs...
Maya:
The "Original" Samurai Dogs, no less.
Butz:
Hey, man, whoever calls their product the "original" first wins!
Phoenix:
Why don't you add "world-famous" to the sign?
Butz:
Hey, good idea!
Phoenix:
(What have I done...?)
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Hey, Larry. There was a murder here last night... You work here. Have you heard anything?
Maya:
Nick, you're wasting your time. Last night was Christmas Eve! He was with Kiyance, obviously! He wouldn't have been standing out here in the cold!
Butz:
Oof!
Maya:
?
Phoenix:
I think what you just said caught him off guard, Maya.
Butz:
N-no, it's just... Kiyance's not in town right now. She... she's in Hawaii on a photo shoot.
Phoenix:
(A model. I knew it.) Well, anyway, there was a murder here on the lake. The trial's tomorrow.
Butz:
Huh. Neat.
Phoenix:
The defendant is Edgeworth. Miles Edgeworth.
Maya:
Um, Nick? Why would Larry know Edgeworth...?
Butz:
Whoa, Nick! You don't mean THAT Miles Edgeworth!? Old Edgey!?
Phoenix:
Yeah. He's a murder suspect.
Butz:
Wh-whoa! Murder?
Maya:
Huh? You know Mr. Edgeworth, Larry?
Butz:
Yeah! Of course! Edgey was in the same class as us in grade school!
Maya:
Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Samurai Dogs
Maya:
Umm... umm... tell me about the dogs!
Butz:
Huh? Oh, you mean the Samurai Dogs?
Maya:
W-why are they Samurai Dogs? I... I mean they kind of look gourd-shaped.
Butz:
Oh, well originally, they were Gourd Dogs! Y'know, like "guard dogs"?
Maya:
Ouch...
Butz:
The Samurai thing was Kiyance's idea. Oh, she's my woman, y'know. She was all "change the name and you go girlfriend!" She made me that banner! Man, the kids can't get enough of those Samurai Dogs!
Maya:
Err... Something about that just seems... wrong.
Butz:
Oh, and guess what? We're getting a ton of customers here at the lake, what with the big news!
Maya:
The "big news"...?
Butz:
Yeah! Gourdy!
Maya:
G-"Gourdy"...?
Edgeworth (appears after What happened)
Maya:
So, Mr. Edgeworth was your classmate, Larry?
Butz:
Yeah, Nick, him, and I used to hang out all the time.
Maya:
Wow... I never knew.
Butz:
Don't get me wrong. He's always been kind of a stick in the mud. Studying all the time, trying to "be like father."
Maya:
Like his father...?
Butz:
Yeah. Edgey's pop was a famous defense lawyer back in the day.
Maya:
Wow. Wait... You said "defense lawyer"?
Butz:
Yeah.
Maya:
Wait a second! But Mr. Edgeworth is a prosecuting attorney!
Butz:
What? Edgey's got a proboscis on his knee!?
Maya:
No, no--he's a "prosecuting attorney." That's like the total opposite of a defense lawyer!
Butz:
... Huh. Go figure! He always used to talk about defending the "weak" who were "unable to defend themselves." Man, he used to go on and on about man's duty to society and all that. What a bore! I wonder that changed his mind, though? Do you know, Nick?
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Nick...?
Gourdy (appears after Samurai Dogs)
Maya:
Umm... what's "Gourdy"?
Butz:
Huh? You mean you don't know? It's here, in this very lake! A giant, mysterious monster! Gourdy!
Maya:
A... monster?
Butz:
Yeah. Check it out. This is an article from yesterday's newspaper. There's a photo!
Maya:
Wow! It's r-really real! Nick! A monster! A real monster!
Phoenix:
Umm... yeah. (It's probably just a log or something... right?) Hey... there's a quote here from the person who took the photo. Hmm? What's this? "I set the camera to automatic, and when we got into the frame... I heard a loud 'bang'! Like an explosion... followed by the sound of something slipping into the water..."
Maya:
I wish I could have seen it!
Phoenix:
(Why would there be a sound like an explosion...?) Larry. Could I borrow this article from you?
Butz:
Sure, no problem. That'll be one million dollars!
Maya:
O-one million...?
Phoenix:
(Grow up, Larry.)
Gourdy Article added to the Court Record.
Gourdy (subsequent times)
Maya:
Hey Nick, show me that article once more. "I set the camera to automatic, and when we got into the frame... I heard a loud 'bang'! Like an explosion... followed by the sound of something slipping into the water..." How romantic! And cool! I mean, to think, a real monster!
Butz:
Yeah. I'm just glad I'm selling more dogs!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Butz:
Huh? Oh, that's your attorney's badge, isn't it? Dude, you really helped me out back in that trial. S-sorry, I can't really pay you.
Phoenix:
(Cause you blow it all on "Kiyance"...!)
Butz:
But... you can have all the dogs you want!
Maya:
R-really!?
Phoenix:
Larry... If you let her at your dogs, you won't have any left for the other customers.
Butz:
Hey, no problem. If that's what makes her happy, y'know?
Phoenix:
(How many times do I have to remind you that it was ME who got you off the hook!)
Lotta's Camera
Butz:
Whazzat?
Phoenix:
It's a camera. You take pictures with it.
Butz:
Huh?
Maya:
L-Larry! You mean you don't know what a camera is!?
Butz:
C-course I know! Hey, you're looking at a bona fide junior high graduate! I was talking about the weird contraption on that camera!
Phoenix:
Oh, that. Well... it's hard to explain. Just forget about it.
Butz:
Well don't go showing me it, then! Geez!
Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Hey Larry, you know this guy?
Butz:
Who's this?
Phoenix:
I don't know. That' why I asked you.
Butz:
Who's this, Maya?
Maya:
Well...
Lake Photo
Butz:
W-what's this? You know, my eyes have been getting pretty bad lately, Nick...
Phoenix:
Actually, the photo's blurry, Larry. It was taken last night.
Butz:
Last night...?
Anything else
Butz:
Sorry, Nick. I don't know much about that. I'm just a simple vendor of Samurai Dogs, dig?
Gourd Lake Entrance
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 25
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
December 25Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Maya:
... Not a Gumshoe in sight.
Police:
If you're looking for Detective Gumshoe, he's in the questioning room. Apparently, an important witness turned up. He'll be in there for a while.
Maya:
Lotta Hart... it has to be.
Phoenix:
Uh oh...
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"...move in the crowd. Wear drab clothes... Never enter the target's field of vision..."
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for trailing.
Detention Center
Present
Lake Photo
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Who would have thought there'd be a photo...?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... Did you shoot him?
Edgeworth:
... What do you think, Wright?
Phoenix:
I don't think you're the kind to point a gun at anyone, no.
Maya:
So you didn't shoot him?
Edgeworth:
No, I didn't. It wasn't me.
Wright & Co. Law Offices
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Move
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
December 25
Grossberg Law Offices
December 25Grossberg Law Offices
Grossberg:
Ah-HHHHEM!*
Phoenix:
(Ah, that old familiar clearing of the throat!)
Grossberg:
Ah hah! You're Mia's... something, are you not?
Phoenix:
I was her understudy, yes. Phoenix Wright.
Grossberg:
Ah hah! And you, you're Mia's... something too, are you not?
Maya:
Her little sister, yes!
Grossberg:
You've grown! You've come to look a lot like your sister, you know? It takes me back. "Ahh... the days of my youth... like the scent of fresh lemon..." you see.
Phoenix:
Um, Mr. Grossberg, sir?
Grossberg:
Hmm...? Ah, yes. I beg your pardon. Of course you came here to discuss something. What is it then? Something the matter?
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
There was a murder last night...
Grossberg:
A murder?
Phoenix:
You haven't heard...?
Grossberg:
I, er, just got up, you see.
Phoenix:
Well, Miles Edgeworth shot someone with a pistol.
Grossberg:
Edgeworth!? What!? W-who!?
Phoenix:
Well, the identity of the victim is still unknown.
Grossberg:
T-this is terrible news indeed!
Phoenix:
(I guess he hadn't heard anything...)
That painting
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg? Whatever happened to that painting?
Grossberg:
Oh, yes... I do not think it shall ever be coming back home to this office. I can't exactly claim it as stolen... I suppose it's my just desserts. Old, bitter desserts.
Robert Hammond (appears after presenting Autopsy Report)
Phoenix:
Who is this Hammond guy, anyway?
Grossberg:
Mr. Hammond... He was the defense attorney in that case...
Phoenix:
"That case"...?
Grossberg:
Yes, the "DL-6 Incident."
Phoenix:
"DL-6"...? (Why does that sound so familiar?)
Grossberg:
Perhaps you remember?
Phoenix:
(I'm sure someone mentioned it during the trial for Mia's murder.)
Grossberg:
That was the incident where the police were so at a loss they used a spirit medium.
Maya:
...! Wait... you don't mean? Was that medium my mother?
Grossberg:
Yes, my dear. The spirit medium, Misty Fey, your mother, contacted the spirit of the victim. But... the case was a loss. No conviction was made.
The DL6 Incident (appears after Robert Hammond)
Grossberg:
The DL-6 Incident, yes... Happened 15 years ago. A very strange case, indeed.
Phoenix:
They never caught the criminal, right?
Grossberg:
Correct. Misty Fey used her powers to talk to the spirit of the late victim. Her testimony led to charges being laid against one man. But Mr. Hammond won the case and the suspect was declared innocent.
Maya:
... And the police blamed my mother, calling her a fraud. You were the one who helped her out then, right, Mr. Grossberg?
Grossberg:
Er... y-yes. Yes, quite.
Maya:
Thank you!
Grossberg:
N-no... please. D-don't mention it.
Phoenix:
... (DL-6... Never thought I'd hear that name again...)
Maya:
But wait... What does this case have anything to do with Mr. Edgeworth?
Grossberg:
It has everything to do with Mr. Edgeworth, my dear! The victim in the DL-6 Incident was none other than his father, Gregory Edgeworth!
Maya:
Wh-what!? His father!?
Grossberg:
... If you want to know more, you should ask him yourself.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Grossberg:
You've really grown up in the past few years, my dear! How proud Mia would be if she could see you now!
Maya:
She said she was more worried about me than anything.
Phoenix:
Aww, just go on and take the compliment, will you?
Lotta's Camera
Grossberg:
So, this camera on the lake takes a photo whenever it hears an explosion sound?
Maya:
That's what she said.
Grossberg:
And it just happened to be set up on the beach, pointing out on the lake?
Maya:
Yes... she said it was to photograph "shooting stars."
Grossberg:
Hmm. Shooting stars... explosions... what's the connection? I'd be suspicious of this witness of yours.
Autopsy Report
Grossberg:
Hmm? Strange... I feel as though I've seen this man somewhere before! ... Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Did you remember!?
Grossberg:
He was a lawyer! Here, in my office! That's Hammond! Robert Hammond!
Maya:
Mr. Hammond...?
Grossberg:
And you say this is the man Miles Edgeworth shot?
Lake Photo
Grossberg:
So this is the moment the crime took place, eh?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Grossberg:
You can't really say for sure that's Edgeworth. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. Not sure at all...
Misty Fey's Photo
Grossberg:
Misty Fey. Mother of Mia and Maya Fey. Show this photograph to Miles Edgeworth. He'll have something to say to you then.
Anything else
Grossberg:
Er... my apologies. I'm not sure I can help you with that.
(Clearing "The DL6 Incident" "Talk" option leads to:)
Grossberg:
Show him this... I'm sure he'll talk to you.
Maya:
Wait... This is a photograph of my mother!
Misty Fey's Photo added to the Court Record.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 25
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Misty Fey's Photo
Maya:
My mother... ...
Phoenix:
(Now that I've shown her the picture, I can't think of anything to say... That probably wasn't the best thing to do.)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 25
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
December 25Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Edgeworth:
What's this? I was hoping you'd gotten my message the first time.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth, what about your defense?
Edgeworth:
...! It's no concern of yours.
Phoenix:
(Guess he hasn't found anyone yet.)
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Can I ask you about the murder?
Edgeworth:
Wright. I'll ask you again, just leave me alone.
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
Please try to understand. I'm not doing this to prove I'm tough, or because I look down on you. I just don't want you anywhere near this case. Understand?
Gourd Lake
Phoenix:
Why did you go to Gourd Lake?
Edgeworth:
I have no intention of telling you.
Phoenix:
Nor, apparently, would you tell Detective Gumshoe.
Edgeworth:!
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe was really worried about you!
Edgeworth:
...
The DL6 Incident (appears after presenting Misty Fey's Photo)
Edgeworth:
The "DL-6 Incident"... was when my father died. Right before my eyes... He was shot and killed, and I saw it all.
Maya:
...!
Edgeworth:
My memories from that time are... foggy. I suppose it's a self-defense mechanism. In any case, a suspect was arrested... a man. It's pretty clear he was the only one who could have killed my father. The spirit medium they used to talk to my late father said the same thing. It was an attorney by the name of Robert Hammond that cleared the suspect's name.
Phoenix:
And Hammond... is the victim in the Gourd Lake murder?
Edgeworth:
Correct.
Maya:
Umm... That spirit medium... that was my mom.
Edgeworth:
What? You mean you're...? ... It's strange. I thought that terrible incident was about to end, and now... this.
Phoenix:
"About to end"?
Edgeworth:
The DL-6 Incident happened 15 years ago. 15 years ago... on December 28.
Maya:
December 28?
Edgeworth:
The statute of limitations on the case runs out in three days.
Phoenix:
What!?
Maya:
Um, Nick? What odes that mean?
Phoenix:
When a case's statute of limitations runs out, legally, the case never happened.
Edgeworth:
Three days from now, DL-6 will be closed... forever.
The suspect (appears after The DL6 Incident)
Maya:
What happened to the suspect? The one who got off innocent?
Edgeworth:
I don't know... He disappeared from public view. Nobody knows where to. If he's still alive, he'd be about 50 years old now.
Phoenix:
(I guess I can understand why he'd go into hiding... It'd be hard to live a normal life after being a murder suspect in such a big case.)
Your father (appears after The DL6 Incident)
Maya:
Umm... so, was your father a lawyer?
Edgeworth:
He was... Gregory Edgeworth. He was quite famous at the time, apparently.
Maya:
So, you were sort of trying to follow in his footsteps.
Edgeworth:
... I'd rather not talk about it.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth:
Your attorney's badge...? I can't say I really want to see one of those right now.
Misty Fey's Photo
Edgeworth:
...! ...
Phoenix:
Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
It's only been a matter of hours since you last visited. Yet you've made incredible progress in your investigation. I'll admit it, I'm impressed, Wright. You were always single-minded in your work, though. Once you start on something, you always see it through, don't you?
Phoenix:
About the "DL-6 Incident"...
Edgeworth:
Right... DL-6. I didn't want you to find out about it. That is why I refused your offer to defend me. I'm sorry if it sounded like I thought you weren't up to the job. I just wanted to keep you away from DL-6.
Phoenix:
So... do you still think it would have been better for me to stay away?
Edgeworth:
I don't know. But... I see no point in hiding anything from you now. Very well. Ask whatever you like, and I will answer to the best of my abilities.
(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting Lake Photo leads to:)
Edgeworth:
... Wright.
Phoenix:
?
Edgeworth:
It pains me to ask you this now...
Maya:
I know! You want us to defend you!
Edgeworth:
Yes... Will you?
Of course we will
Phoenix:
Ah, who could have guessed this day would come?
Edgeworth:
Not me.
Leads to:
"This is my chance to finally pay you back."
Of course we won't
Phoenix:
Sorry, charley! No way!
Edgeworth:
Wright...
Maya:
Nick...!? ...
Phoenix:
H-hey, don't look so serious, guys! I was kidding! Just a little joke!
Edgeworth:
There was nothing little...
Maya:
...or joke-like about it!
Phoenix:
(I thought it was funny...)
Maya:
Nick! Do it over!
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. How could I refuse you, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Thank you, Wright.
Leads to:
"This is my chance to finally pay you back."
Phoenix:
This is my chance to finally pay you back.
Maya:
Pay him back...?
Edgeworth:
Pay me back? For what? I don't remember ever doing anything for you.
Phoenix:
Never mind... I guess you don't really need to know.
Edgeworth:
Huh... My letter of request. Please give it to Detective Gumshoe.
Edgeworth's Request put in pocket.
Phoenix:
Well, I guess we should... ... W-what's that!?
Maya:
E-earthquake! Nick! It's a big one! Whaaaaa! I-it's calming down... ... Whew... that was scary!
Phoenix:
...? Huh? Where's Edgeworth?
Maya:
... There. He's on the floor in a ball, shivering. I guess he doesn't do so well with earthquakes.
Phoenix:
(I've heard of running, but curling up in a ball?)
Maya:
Well, I guess we're done. Mr. Edgeworth doesn't seem like he's going to stand up any time soon. Let's go, Nick.
Phoenix:
Uh.. right. We have to give Edgeworth's letter of request to Detective Gumshoe.
December 25Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Gumshoe:
What's going on here!?
Maya:
Eek!
Phoenix:
W-what's wrong, Detective?
Gumshoe:
This wild lady comes in here just a while ago... Says she came "to talk to y'all after hearing what Mr. Wright had to say"! What's this all about, pal!?
Phoenix:
(Lotta Hart...)
Gumshoe:
Why are you going around finding more witnesses!? You want to give Mr. Edgeworth the death sentence, pal!?
Phoenix:
N-no, not at all... Just... I mean, she did see something. There's nothing I can do about that. I can't go around covering up evidence!
Gumshoe:
Er... You trying to say something about the way I do my job?
Phoenix:
No sir!
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"Never talk to people in the neighborhood... Turn all the lights in the room off, and close the curtains..."
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for a stake-out.
Talk
Lotta's testimony
Phoenix:
So... what did Ms. Hart say?
Gumshoe:
She says she saw Mr. Edgeworth fire the pistol.
Maya:
What!?
Gumshoe:
She even had a photograph to prove it.
Phoenix:
Right. I saw it too... But you really can't tell from the photo who it is shooting.
Gumshoe:
That's why she said she's going to enlarge the photo. She said "it'll drop the quality a mite, but should let us see who's who!"
Maya:
She can do that!?
Phoenix:
(Okay, so there's going to be an enlarged photograph that shows Edgeworth in the act. Great. Just great.)
Gumshoe:
In any case, she's going to be the one testifying tomorrow.
Maya:
Huh? What happened to the other witness?
Gumshoe:
Well... Apparently, there was a cancellation.
Phoenix:
(A "cancellation"...!?)
Tomorrow's trial
Gumshoe:
I'm afraid tomorrow is going to be life or death for poor Mr. Edgeworth. We got a witness who says she saw the very moment of the murder. And we got a photo taken when the shot rang out.
Phoenix:
(I'd say that sounds like a pretty unwinnable case... But wait... What did Mia used to say? If he's innocent, there's got to be something I've overlooked...)
Edgeworth
Gumshoe:
It sound like Mr. Edgeworth is going to ask the state to assign a public defender. I was just asked to file the paperwork. But you still got time, pal! Go talk to him again, for me, please! You have to convince him! You have to make him let you defend him! Please! I know you're the only one who can do it, pal. You're the only one who can save Mr. Edgeworth!
Present
Edgeworth's Request
Leads to:
"Look what I got."
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal, there's only one thing I want to see from you! And that's a letter of request from Mr. Edgeworth for you to be his defense attorney!
Phoenix:
Look what I got.
Gumshoe:
... Hey, you did it, pal! Glad I waited till the last minute to file those papers! I'll rip 'em up and start new ones for you!
Phoenix:
Thanks, Detective. Well, see you in court tomorrow, then.
Gumshoe:
Good luck, pal.
Gumshoe:
Hey! You guys feel that earthquake a little while back? I was worried!
Maya:
Worried? We're fine! I've lived out here my whole life. I'm pretty used to them by now.
Gumshoe:
Oh, I wasn't worried about you two. I was worried about Mr. Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
(Oh, right...) He did seem to over-react a little, now that you mention it.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, well, I'm not surprised. It was a pretty big quake. I'm going to go check on him. You two go eat and get your rest for tomorrow's trial. Later!
Maya:
... I wonder what it is with Mr. Edgeworth and earthquakes?
Phoenix:
I wonder... He was never that scared of them when he was in school.
Phoenix:
(Then again, I was only in the same class as him for 4th grade. He transferred to another school after that. I wonder what happened to Edgeworth...)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Turnabout Goodbyes
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December 26, 9:44 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
Karma...?
Edgeworth:
That's right, Manfred von Karma. He's the best prosecutor there is. He hasn't lost a case in his 40-year career. He is a god of prosecution, Wright! A god!
Maya:
Not a single case?
Edgeworth:
He'll do anything to get a guilty verdict, anything.
Phoenix:
Hmm. Sounds like someone else I know, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You don't understand. I mean he'll really do anything. Manfred von Karma is a man to be feared.
Phoenix:
(That's quite a claim coming from someone who forges evidence...)
Edgeworth:
He taught me what it really means to "prosecute."
Phoenix:
Wh-what!?
Edgeworth:
Just picture a prosecutor as vicious as me... multiplied by a factor of ten.
Maya:
Ugh... So... so was he your teacher, then, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Something like that...
Maya:
And now he's trying to get you found guilty!? What a creep! Oh, wait... Maybe he's planning on losing on purpose to help you out.
Edgeworth:
Not a chance... He hasn't lost once in 40 years. 40 years! He's as ruthless as me, times twenty!
Maya:
That's pretty ruthless...
Edgeworth:
Like I said. He's a god among prosecutors.
Phoenix:
(I guess that's something like Mia was to me. Speaking of Mia...) Um, Maya?
Maya:
Uh huh?
Phoenix:
We could really be using Mia's help right now... don't you think?
Maya:
Oh...
Phoenix:
?
Maya:
I can't. Sorry. I tried, I really tried, but I couldn't reach.
Phoenix:
You couldn't "reach"?
Maya:
I think it's because I haven't been training. My powers are weak again...
Phoenix:
Oh man, what bad timing!
Maya:
I'm really sorry. I'll try my best!
Phoenix:
I hope so!
Edgeworth:
What are you whispering about?
Phoenix:
O-oh, it's nothing. Well, it's time. Let's head in...
December 26, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Miles Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Karma:
...
Judge:
Err, Mr. von Karma? Is the prosecution ready?
Karma:
... Fool... You seriously think that I would stand here were I not completely prepared?
Judge:
R-right, my apologies!
Phoenix:
(He's even got the Judge scared!)
Judge:
Very well, your opening statement, please.
Karma:
... Decisive evidence... A decisive witness... What else could possibly be required?
Judge:
Ah... er, nothing of course. That should be fine. The prosecution may call its first witness.
Maya:
What's with this guy? Is he royalty or something?
Phoenix:
How am I supposed to fight against this!?
Karma:
I call the detective in charge of this case, Detective Dick Gumshoe.
Phoenix:
(Okay, Gumshoe's first... Let's see how this goes.)
Karma:
Describe the incident. Now!
Gumshoe:
Y-yessir!
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe looks nervous...)
Gumshoe:
Er, please take a look at the map. The murder happened late Christmas Eve, around midnight. There was one boat in the very middle of the lake. There were two men on the boat. Now, there happened to be a woman camping here on the edge of the lake. At 12:10 AM, she heard two pistol shots. Then the boat started to move. It went towards the boat rental shop.
Karma:
Hmm.
Overhead Map added to the Court Record.
Karma:
Testify to the court about your arrest. Now!
Judge:
W-w-wait! Mr. von Karma...
Karma:
Yes?
Judge:
Actually, I'm the one that's supposed to be handling these proceedings...
Karma:
Wrong. There is only one thing you need to do here. You will slam down your gavel and say the word "guilty." That is your role!
Judge:
Y-yes, of course. You're quite right.
Phoenix:
(No he's not!!!)
Witness Testimony
-- The Arrest of Edgeworth --
Gumshoe:
A man called into the station around 30 minutes after midnight.
We headed to the scene of the crime as fast as we could.
That's where we found Mr. Edgeworth.
Now, I didn't suspect him of anything at all.
But... the next morning, a body was found in the lake.
So we had to arrest Mr. Edgeworth.
Judge:
Hmm... I see. Very well...
Karma:
Begin your cross-examination, attorney. Now!
Judge:
...
Cross Examination
-- The Arrest of Edgeworth --
Gumshoe:
A man called into the station around 30 minutes after midnight.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You received a call from a "man"?
Gumshoe:
Er... yup.
Phoenix:
But you said there was a woman camping there? She was the one who heard the two gunshots, right?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
That woman and the "man" who called in the report are two different people, obviously!
Phoenix:
Different people?
Karma:
There were two witnesses!
Phoenix:
(Urk!)
Karma:
Their testimonies were quite similar however. Today I've summoned the woman who was camping.
Phoenix:
(The woman who was camping... Lotta Hart.)
Karma:
What happened next, Detective?
Gumshoe:
We headed to the scene of the crime as fast as we could.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How long was it between receiving the report and your arrival at the lake?
Gumshoe:
Er, well... I'd say it was about three minutes.
Phoenix:
That's pretty fast!
Gumshoe:
Our motto for the month is "get there quick."
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Detective! You will refrain from casually revealing department secrets!
Gumshoe:
Y-yessir! Sorry, sir!
Karma:
Do that, and you'll be able to look forward to your next salary review.
Gumshoe:
So much to look forward to, these days...
Karma:
This is no time for daydreaming! Continue!
Gumshoe:
Y-yessir!
Gumshoe:
That's where we found Mr. Edgeworth.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What was Mr. Edgeworth like when you saw him then?
Gumshoe:
Well... From what I saw, he looked pretty relaxed. Not like a murderer at all, really.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Detective! The court requires the facts, NOT your opinion! How many years have you been on the force!? Facts only, Detective! Hard, cold, objective facts!
Gumshoe:
Y-y-yessir!
Phoenix:
(Man, he's got his share of objections...)
Gumshoe:
Now, I didn't suspect him of anything at all.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why didn't you think he was suspicious?
Gumshoe:
You should know! We have a deep, trusting relationship with the prosecutors.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Detective! The court isn't interested in your musings! "Deep"? "Trusting"? Poppycock! I've never heard so many flippant comments from an active detective on the force!
Gumshoe:
Mmph!
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe doesn't look so good...)
Karma:
Continue! Now!
Gumshoe:
But... the next morning, a body was found in the lake.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you find any clues on the body?
Gumshoe:
A single bullet was recovered from the body. He was shot through the heart... fatally.
If first time pressing
Karma:
Judge! Here's the bullet... It didn't strike bone, so its shape is well preserved.
Judge:
Very well. The court accepts this bullet into evidence.
Pistol Bullet added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
So we had to arrest Mr. Edgeworth.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
W-why is that?
Gumshoe:
Well, we found the murder weapon in the boat.
Phoenix:
The murder weapon...?
Gumshoe:
A pistol.
Judge:
Detective Gumshoe... That is a vital piece of information. Please revise your testimony.
Gumshoe:
Right! S-sorry, Your Honor.
Change statement:
"So we had to arrest Mr. Edgeworth." to "The murder weapon we found in the boat was decisive evidence."
Gumshoe:
The murder weapon we found in the boat was decisive evidence.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What about the pistol made it "decisive evidence"?
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk...
Phoenix:
(Ack! He has the same evil laugh as Edgeworth...)
Gumshoe:
There were fingerprints on the pistol found in the boat. They were clear prints from Mr. Edgeworth's right hand.
Phoenix:
Wh-what!?
Judge:
Order! Order! So Mr. Edgeworth's fingerprints were found on the murder weapon!?
Gumshoe:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Karma:
Judge! This is the weapon in question.
Judge:
A-accepted into evidence.
Pistol added to the Court Record.
Maya:
Nick. Doesn't it seem like Detective Gumshoe is being a little vague?
Phoenix:
I bet von Karma is feeding him lines! His testimony's probably filled with landmines just waiting for me to press.
Maya:
What do we do?
Phoenix:
Grit our teeth and press, I guess. What else can we do?
Maya:
Well said, Nick! You're the man!
(Pressing fifth statement and sixth twice leads to:)
Karma:
Members of the court... We now have the pistol used in the murder, and the bullet found in the body! Detective!
Gumshoe:
Y-y-yessir!
Karma:
Was the bullet found in the body fired from this pistol?
Gumshoe:
Yes. The ballistic markings on the bullet match the pistol.
Judge:
Hmm...
Maya:
Hey, Nick! What does he mean, "ballistic markings"?
Karma:
Shocking! To imagine someone here does not know something as basic as ballistic markings!
Maya:
N-Nick! He's glaring at me!
Karma:
Tsk... very well, I'll explain. Actually, Judge! You do it.
Judge:
Eh? M-me? ... Erm, ahem. Ballistic markings are like the "fingerprints" of a gun. The barrel leaves distinctive marks on each bullet it fires. You can examine these "ballistic fingerprints" to see which gun fired the shot. It's quite accurate.
Karma:
Indeed. This leads to one, inevitable conclusion: the bullet found in the victim's heart... was, without a doubt, fired from this pistol. This pistol which, as you may recall, was covered with the defendant's own fingerprints!
Judge:
O-order! Order!
Phoenix:
(This is bad... This makes it look like Edgeworth did it!)
Karma:
Well, Judge?
Judge:
I'd say it's almost decisive, yes. Honestly, I could declare a verdict at this point. However...
Karma:
You wish to hear the witness speak, no doubt. Very well. I am somewhat fatigued, and so I will take a brief break. I will call my witness after the recess. Which will last ten minutes. Judge!
Judge:
Y-yes?
Karma:
What are you doing? A ten minute recess! Now!
Judge:
B-but, wait, I...
Karma:
Just bang your flimsy gavel and get on with it, man!
Judge:
Y-yes! Ahem. This court will take a ten minute recess.
Phoenix:
(Who's running this court, anyway!?)
December 26, 11:09 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
Edgeworth! What's going on here!? Your fingerprints were on the murder weapon!
Edgeworth:
Uh... hmm...
Phoenix:
And that foggy photo makes one thing clear... The only one who could have shot that man was the person in the photo!
Edgeworth:
True...
Phoenix:
Was that you in the boat?
Edgeworth:
... Yes. It was me.
Phoenix:
What!?
Edgeworth:
But... you must believe me. I didn't shoot him.
Phoenix:
Th-then who did!?
Edgeworth:
I... don't know.
Phoenix:
You don't know!? Weren't you right there!?
Edgeworth:
... I heard a gunshot from very close by. Then... the other man fell from the boat. I can't say why, but... I thought, at the time, that he had shot himself!
Phoenix:
Y-you mean it was a suicide!?
Edgeworth:
... That's the only explanation I can come up with.
Phoenix:
Huh... (How am I going to convince anyone of that!?) Say, Maya?
Maya:
Huh? Wh-what?
Phoenix:
Any progress with Mia?
Maya:
Oh... Sorry. It's no good.
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Maya:
I know... I'm no good for anything, am I, Nick? If I can't call my sister, I might as well not be here, right?
No, I need you here
Phoenix:
No, of course not, I need you here! I can see you're always trying to help out. Even if you don't actually help... it's the thought that counts, right?
Maya:
It's okay Nick, you don't have to make me feel better.
Leads to:
"I don't know anything about trials, or defense..."
Yeah, you're useless
Phoenix:
Um, well, actually... (You don't know law, you don't have any trial experience or techniques... Yeah, you're pretty much useless... but I can't say that!)
Maya:
It's okay Nick. You don't have to say anything. Your face said it for you.
Phoenix:
(Whoops!) N-no, o-of course we... I'm sorry.
Maya:
It's okay Nick.
Leads to:
"I don't know anything about trials, or defense..."
Maya:
I don't know anything about trials, or defense... What's more, I'm a spirit medium who can't even contact spirits...
Phoenix:
Aww, everyone has their off days! I mean, I've just been getting lucky lately... But you never know when my luck is going to run out!
Maya:
Really...?
Edgeworth:
W-w-whoa! Wright! Don't jinx this case any worse than it already is! It's bad for my heart...
Phoenix:
Oh? Oh! S-sorry... (Whoops!)
Judge:
Court is back in session. Mr. von Karma, call your witness.
Karma:
Yes. Will Ms. Lotta Hart take the stand?
Karma:
Lotta Hart, you are a research student at a university?
Lotta:
That I am.
Karma:
Good. Begin by telling us what you saw the night of the incident. And don't add anything trivial or subjective. Understand?
Lotta:
... Y'all need to learn some manners.
Karma:
UNDERSTAND?
Lotta:
Y-yeah, I understand, I understand!
Judge:
Er... very well. Your testimony, please.
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
Lotta:
It was Christmas Eve, just after midnight, I reckon.
I was in my car.
I heard this "bang" come up from the lake.
When I looked out the window, I saw two gents in a boat.
Then there was another "bang"...
There wasn't nary a thing on the lake but that boat.
Karma:
Enough.
Lotta:
Huh?
Karma:
Judge! She happened to take a photo of the incident! This is that photo. Accept it as evidence.
Judge:
W-well! This is a surprise! This looks like... the very moment of the murder! O-Order! I will remove you from the court if I do not have order immediately!
Karma:
As the witness testified, she looked at the lake when she heard the shot. There were no other boats on that lake! So, the man in the boat with the victim must have been the one who shot him... Yes. It was the defendant, Miles Edgeworth!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order...! I will have order!
Karma:
... Well, Judge?
Judge:
The evidence is... decisive. I have very little doubt about this case. Very well, this court finds the defendant...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
W-wait! Your Honor! I haven't cross-examined the witness yet!
Karma:
A cross-examination? We have photographic proof! What question can there possibly be!? This photo is worth a thousand words... and they all read "guilty"! You lose. Or... Do you claim to have found a contradiction in her testimony!?
Phoenix:
...!
Karma:
Very well. If you have to, you may cross-examine the witness. You will only flounder and ask meaningless questions! You will fail to find anything! And then, I will have you held in contempt of court!
Maya:
Uh, Nick... contempt...?
Phoenix:
"Contempt of court," you know?
Maya:
I... guess I understand. Well... what are you going to do? Do you really think there was a contradiction with the facts in her testimony?
I think there was
Phoenix:
I... think I noticed one little thing...
Maya:
Wow, I'm impressed, Nick! I didn't notice anything! Right! Let's take him on!
Phoenix:
Y-yeah... (I got a bad feeling about this...)
Leads to:
"I understand... I will cross-examine the witness!"
I think there wasn't
Phoenix:
Honestly, I found nothing.
Maya:
I dunno, I thought her testimony was strange. She was so vague about everything!
Phoenix:
I bet von Karma probably fed her her lines.
Maya:
But... But if you don't cross-examine her, the judge will...
Phoenix:
He'll bang down that "flimsy gavel" of his and declare Edgeworth guilty.
Maya:
I guess we'll just have to bluff it.
Phoenix:
But if we mess up... contempt of court.
Maya:
Hey, if we lose we'll be held in public contempt!
Phoenix:
Er... right.
Leads to:
"I understand... I will cross-examine the witness!"
Phoenix:
I understand... I will cross-examine the witness!
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Very well!
Judge:
I pray for your sake this isn't a waste of time.
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
Lotta:
It was Christmas Eve, just after midnight, I reckon.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Just after midnight," you say? In other words, it was no longer Christmas Eve... but Christmas Day!
Lotta:
Huh? Uh, yeah, well, yes.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
I know you want to find contradictions, but really!
Phoenix:
Mmmph.
Judge:
I hope your next contradiction is a little more relevant to the trial.
Lotta:
I was in my car.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why were you camping there, anyway?
Lotta:
I'm a research student at my university. I was taking pictures to use in my research.
Phoenix:
(What research? This all sounds suspicious...)
Press further
Phoenix:
Ms. Hart. Could you be more specific about your "research"?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
What does the witness's motive in camping by the lake have to do with this case!? The answer "is nothing"! I object to this line of questioning! Objection sustained!
Judge:
W-w-wait, now, I'm the one who says that!
Karma:
Well, then say it already!
Judge:
Objection sustained.
Phoenix:
(Thanks for nothing, Your Honor...)
Hold back
Phoenix:
(I think I'll let that one slide for now.)
Lotta:
I heard this "bang" come up from the lake.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you weren't looking at the lake at that time?
Lotta:
Nope. I looked after I heard that noise.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
She's said that already! I asked you to find "contradictions"! Not leisurely chat with the witness!
Phoenix:
(Urk...)
Lotta:
When I looked out the window, I saw two gents in a boat.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Could you clearly see the two men?
Lotta:
Just look at the picture! Clear enough for you?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh...)
Press further
Phoenix:
Wait a second! I wasn't asking you about the photo! I was asking if YOU saw the two men!
Lotta:
Uh, yeah, well, of course...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The witness has testified that she saw them! There's also a photo! You'd best look elsewhere for your precious contradictions!
Phoenix:
(He jumped in quick... He's hiding something!)
Hold back
Phoenix:
(I think I'd best let that one slide...)
Lotta:
Then there was another "bang"...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Were you watching the very moment the shot rang out?
Lotta:
Well, yeah, sure...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
You're asking meaningless questions! Meaningless! "Contradictions," Mr. Wright. Not meaningless babble!
Phoenix:
(von Karma, I think I hate you. He's trying to keep me from talking to the witness... To what end...?)
Lotta:
There wasn't nary a thing on the lake but that boat.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure about that?
Lotta:
Yeah, sure as a country gal can be!
Phoenix:
(That sounds pretty sure.)
Press further
Phoenix:
How come you're so sure?
Lotta:
Well, heck, I scanned the whole lake.
Phoenix:
("Scanned the whole lake"? It almost sounds like she was more interested in the lake than the boat...) Ms. Hart... you--
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Mr. Wright! The witness has answered the question in full.
Phoenix:
Mmph!
Karma:
No need for further questions! Objection sustained!
Judge:
U-uh, that's what I'm...
Karma:
Sustained!
Judge:
Y-yes, of course.
Phoenix:
(Oh great... What am I supposed to do now?)
Hold back
Phoenix:
(Lotta seems pretty sure of herself. I'd better not forge blindly ahead here. Still... this whole thing stinks.)
Phoenix:
(Th-there weren't any contradictions in there!)
Maya:
Sorry, Nick. If only my sister were here...
Phoenix:
(Maya's really taking this hard.)
(Fully pressing second, fourth, fifth, and sixth statements leads to:)
Judge:
Enough! I think we've heard all we need to hear, Mr. Wright. It seems you are unable to find a contradiction in the testimony worth noting.
Phoenix:
B-but, Your Honor!
Karma:
You keep your promise!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I am afraid that I will have to penalize any further outbursts... By holding you in contempt of court!
Karma:
And if that happens, you'll have to leave the courtroom immediately! Understood...?
Phoenix:
Uh... uh huh.
Maya:
Nick...! Lotta's testimony is fishy, Nick! Real fishy!
Phoenix:
I... know what you mean. But... If I can't say anything, what can I do?
Judge:
I believe we've covered the evidence sufficiently to make a decision.
Karma:
Then, pass your judgment!
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Miles Edgeworth, please take the stand.
Hold it!
Judge:
Wh-who was that!?
Maya:
It... was me.
Phoenix:
(Maya!)
Judge:
I-is something wrong? D-do you need to use the facilities?
Maya:
No, I do not! Lotta Hart! Your testimony stinks! It's unclear whether you were actually looking at the lake! It's highly doubtful that you actually say Mr. Edgeworth! Tell us the truth! This is a matter of life or death!
Lotta:
...!
Maya:
Lotta! Did you really clearly see Mr. Edgeworth that night!? Did you see him fire that pistol!?
Judge:
You will stand down! The court does not acknowledge the defense's outburst!
Maya:
Answer me, Lotta!
Lotta:
What's the big idea, treating me like some kind of criminal!? I saw him! I swear it! I saw Edgeworth...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Enough! Judge... Declare the defense in contempt of court!
Judge:
Y-yes... yes, of course. I'm sorry, but you WERE warned. Guard! Escort Mr. Wright out of the courtroom! He is in contempt of court, and must leave.
Phoenix:
(No... No...!)
Wait!
Maya:
I-I was the one who made the outburst, Your Honor! Nick is innocent!
Karma:
Hah! What's the difference? All that remains is for the guilty verdict to be declared! Isn't that right, Mr. Phoenix Wright!?
Wrong
Phoenix:
Wrong!
Karma:
What!?
Leads to:
"Did you hear what Ms. Hart just said?"
Right
Phoenix:
(Dammit, he's right...)
Maya:
N-Nick! There must be something we can do!
Phoenix:
I... don't think there is. The cross-examination is over already!
Maya:
B-but... but didn't Lotta just say she saw him? She did, Nick! She just said that she saw Mr. Edgeworth! She didn't say that in her testimony, did she?
Phoenix:
...! Y-you're right! Your Honor!
Leads to:
"Did you hear what Ms. Hart just said?"
Phoenix:
Did you hear what Ms. Hart just said? She said she clearly saw Mr. Edgeworth! That was not in the testimony! That changes her testimony, and I have a right to cross-examine her again!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Order! Order! Order!
Karma:
You're in contempt of court! It's too late for wild claims! Judge! Sustain my objection!
Judge:
... ... I'm sorry, Mr. von Karma, but I cannot.
Karma:
What!?
Judge:
Ms. Lotta Hart has made a new testimony. The defense does have a right to cross-examine her again.
Karma:
B-but he is in contempt of court!
Maya:
No, I am! If you're going to arrest someone, arrest me!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Maya Fey! You will leave the courtroom immediately.
Maya:
Nick! I did what I could... You have to do the rest! Good luck!
Phoenix:
M-Maya...!
Karma:
Peh! I care not for this melodrama! Listen well, Mr. Wright! I do not tolerate badgering of my witnesses!
Phoenix:
(I'm running out of time... I'd better find a contradiction in here or else...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Begin your cross-examination!
Cross Examination
-- That Last Statement --
Lotta:
I saw it clear as day. The man on the boat was Mr. Edgeworth!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Well, what about the other man?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
You cannot expect to be allowed to blithely ignore your promise, Mr. Wright! I believe you claimed there was a contradiction in the witness's testimony! Well, find it! If you can!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, I have to assign you a penalty.
Phoenix:
(Damn...!)
Present Lake Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Got you."
Phoenix:
(That's it...? Uh oh. I don't know if I can find anything in that... What will Maya say...?)
Phoenix:
Got you. Got you, Ms. Hart! Finally!
Lotta:
Wh-what!? You got what?
Phoenix:
Look at this photograph.
Lotta:
The photo I took...?
Phoenix:
The very same. There's something I want you to see in this photo... it's quite clearly visible. The fog, Ms. Hart.
Lotta:
So... so?
Phoenix:
This picture was taken with professional, high quality film, correct? Yet even it could not capture the faces of the men on the boat! Yet you claim you saw Mr. Edgeworth! How!?
Lotta:
Whut!? Wha--!
Judge:
Mr. Wright has a point!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
That's why I told her not to say that in her testimony! Please!
Phoenix:
Yet, now she has said it, Mr. von Karma. How could you possibly see Mr. Edgeworth!? Explain yourself!
Judge:
Ms. Hart.
Lotta:
What!
Judge:
Could you see the defendant that night?
Lotta:
O-of course! I said I could and I meant I could!
Judge:
Then, please testify as to the circumstances of your sighting.
Phoenix:
(I did it! I finally found a hole in von Karma's carefully vague testimony!)
Witness Testimony
-- How Edgeworth Was Seen --
Lotta:
Yer right. It was a cold night, and the fog was thick as grits.
So, once I was finished setting up my camera, I got back in the car.
Still, I brought my binoculars with me.
When I heard that noise out on the lake, I looked with my binoculars.
See? No problem!
Judge:
Hmm...You used binoculars? Very well. You may begin your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(This one'd better be good!)
Cross Examination
-- How Edgeworth Was Seen --
Lotta:
Yer right. It was a cold night, and the mist was thick as grits.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So? How could you see Edgeworth!?
Lotta:
Now, just hold your horses for a second! You hasty Yankee types'd never find a gal where I'm from.
Judge:
Defense attorneys have trouble with that as it is.
Phoenix:
(Nobody loves me...)
Lotta:
So, once I was finished setting up my camera, I got back in the car.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Your "camera"...?
Lotta:
Yeah. It's got an automatic...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The issue we are concerned with here is Ms. Hart seeing Mr. Edgeworth! The camera has nothing to do with this at all!
Judge:
Objection sustained.
Phoenix:
(Argh! He's not letting her answer any of my questions!)
Lotta:
Still, I brought my binoculars with me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Binoculars"?
Lotta:
Yeah, binoculars.
Phoenix:
Yesterday, you mentioned that you were out looking for shooting stars, correct?
Lotta:
Well... yeah.
Phoenix:
Wouldn't you need a telescope, not binoculars, for that?
Lotta:
...!
Phoenix:
I've got doubts about your camera, too! Was that really to take pictures of meteor showers?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The camera is irrelevant to this case!
Phoenix:
You can't say that for certain!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright. Is the camera really relevant to this case? If you believe it is, you may continue with this line of questioning.
Karma:
But know this! If you find nothing with this, there will be consequences!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Do you wish to press further about the camera?
Press further
Phoenix:
(This is make-it-or-break-it time!) The camera is of utmost importance, Your Honor. It is, perhaps, the key to this entire case! Therefore, I will continue my line of questioning! (Wow! Maybe I went a little overboard there...)
Judge:
Very well! Ms. Hart! You will testify to the court about the camera!
Lotta:
Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.
Change statement:
"Still, I brought my binoculars with me." to "The camera was set up to take pictures of a meteor shower."
Hold back
Phoenix:
Okay, Your Honor... I withdraw my question. (I have to remember who I'm dealing with! I bet von Karma wants to trap me so he can put me in contempt! I think I'll hang back for now and see what happens.)
Karma:
Hah!
Lotta:
The camera was set up to take pictures of a meteor shower.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Ms. Hart. What made you choose that lake to photograph meteors? You know the fog gets thick on that lake. It's not very suited to stargazing.
Lotta:
Yeah, well... Y'see, I... I guess I wasn't thinking too straight! Har!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Mr. Wright! I will not have you badgering my witness because of her challenged intellect!
Lotta:
Now wait a minute!
Karma:
Continue your testimony. You were saying how it was that you saw Edgeworth?
Lotta:
Grr...
Karma:
No unnecessary comments, please.
Present Lotta's Camera
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You were photographing shooting stars? That's a lie!
Lotta:
S-says who!?
Phoenix:
I saw the camera you set up yesterday. It was pointed directly at the lake! You have to point a camera upwards to take photos of the stars, Ms. Hart!
Leads to:
"Ooof!"
Present Lake Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You were photographing shooting stars? That's a lie!
Lotta:
S-says who!?
Phoenix:
Take a look at this photograph. This was taken on an automatic setting, was it not?
Lotta:
Y-yeah, that's right.
Phoenix:
You have to point a camera upwards to take photos of the stars, Ms. Hart! But, as this photograph clearly shows... The camera was pointed directly at the lake!
Leads to:
"Ooof!"
Lotta:
When I heard that noise out on the lake, I looked with my binoculars.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
If there was a heavy fog, how would binoculars change that at all?
Lotta:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Even binoculars can't see through fog! But... you say you clearly saw him?
Lotta:
Er... I did... yeah.
Karma:
Enough! There is no room for doubt in her testimony!
Phoenix:
(Hmm. She sounded pretty doubtful to me! But... I have to find a clear contradiction first.)
Phoenix:
(I don't care how many von Karmic objections I get... I'm going to find a hole in this testimony if it's the last thing I do!)
Lotta:
Ooof!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What are you driving at?
Phoenix:
The witness was not at the lake to photograph shooting stars, Your Honor!
Lotta:
...!
Judge:
W-well then, what exactly was she photographing?
Show evidence
Leads to:
"Your Honor! Take a look at this..."
I don't know
Phoenix:
Well... that I don't know.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
What the witness takes photos of is entirely her business! This has nothing to do with the case! Not to mention that you can't even show us another reason why she might have been there. Mr. Wright... If you are out of material, I suggest we end this mockery of a cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... I can't let the trial end like this! I have to show them something!)
Leads to:
"Your Honor! Take a look at this..."
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Take a look at this... What was Ms. Hart trying to photograph at the lake?
Present Gourdy Article
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Hart."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor? What do you think?
Judge:
I... think I'm confused.
Karma:
Wrong again, Mr. Wright. So very wrong. You can't get through this one with your weak bluffs!
Phoenix:
Y-Your Honor! Enough playing around! Here's the real evidence!
Judge:
"Enough playing around" is my line, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Uh...
Leads back to:
"What was Ms. Hart trying to photograph at the lake?"
Phoenix:
Ms. Hart. This is what you were trying to photograph!
Judge:
What's this? A newspaper article? "Gourdy"...? Ah, the sighting at Gourd Lake...
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Hart?
Lotta:
I... I never heard of no lake monster! You got proof or something? Let's see you prove that I was down at the lake trying to photograph this "Gourdy."
I don't have proof
Phoenix:
Well, I don't have proof...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Bah! Your ineptitude is entertaining, Mr. Wright, but enough is enough! I've had enough of baseless claims made without a hair of evidence to support them!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Well all right, if that's how you want to play... I'll show you evidence!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Are you sure about this?
Phoenix:
(I'm sure sick of that smarmy prosecutor putting me down! Or... did he taunt me so I'd get mad and make a mistake?)
Leads to:
"Very well, let's see it."
I have proof
Phoenix:
I have it! Proof!
Judge:
Hmm... Intriguing!
Leads to:
"Very well, let's see it."
Judge:
Very well, let's see it. And... no joking around this time, please. Here is proof that the witness was trying to photograph Gourdy, the lake monster!
Present Lotta's Camera
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The proof, Ms. Hart, is your own camera!
Lotta:
...!
Phoenix:
You camera was set to take photos in response to loud noises, correct? Thus this photograph here, taken when a gun fired on the lake.
Lotta:
...
Phoenix:
And here, this article about "Gourdy." According to this article... Gourdy made a loud noise when it emerged! Well? You were trying to photograph Gourdy, weren't you! That's why you had set your camera to respond to loud noises!
Leads to:
"Order! Order!"
Present Gourdy Article
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The proof is this article about Gourdy the lake monster!
Lotta:
...!
Phoenix:
According to this article... When Gourdy breaks through the water, it makes a loud noise! Which is why you set up your camera with that microphone! You had it set to respond to loud noises! And that's how you got this picture when the pistol fired!
Leads to:
"Order! Order!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here's my proof! It's simple!
Judge:
... If it's simple... then why have you obviously made an error, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Urk...?
Lotta:
What's that!?
Karma:
Go home. Consider a career change.
Phoenix:
(Gah! How can they so casually toss aside this eviden... Oh. Whoops. Wrong evidence.)
Judge:
Luckily for you, I'm in a patient mood, Mr. Wright. One more time please.
Leads back to:
"Here is proof that the witness was trying to photograph Gourdy, the lake monster!"
Judge:
Order! Order! I see... I, too, thought it was a little strange.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, sure!) Well, Ms. Hart? You were camping there to try and take a photo of Gourdy, weren't you?
Lotta:
... Yeah. Not bad. Are all you lawyers that smart? So, smart boy, I was down there trying to photograph Gourdy, you got me. So what?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Lotta:
That don't change what I saw, does it?
Karma:
Exactly! What you just used several precious minutes of our time to prove... is nothing more than that the witness is an idiot who thinks monsters exist!
Lotta:
H-hey!
Karma:
But, as she so succinctly said, so what!? It changes nothing!
Phoenix:
(Not true! You were hiding the whole thing about Gourdy for some reason, I know it! But what could it have been...? Whatever it is, I'm getting to the bottom of this!)
Judge:
Ms. Hart. Why did you hide the fact that you were searching for Gourdy from the court? Please revise your testimony.
Lotta:
... Right. Fine, I'll testify. It won't change nothing, though.
Phoenix:
(Something will change... it has to! And I'm going to spot it!)
Karma:
...
Witness Testimony
-- Lotta's New Testimony --
Lotta:
Actually, I'm not a research student at a university.
I'm an investigative photographer.
Imagine what a scoop it'd be if I got a picture of that monster!
That's why I was camping out by the lake.
But, that's all I was hiding.
When I heard the "bang" I looked right straight out at that lake.
There wasn't much else to look at, so I just watched that boat the whole time.
Then I saw a flash, near one of the men's hands, and I heard another gunshot.
I was looking right at that boat, the whole time, cross my heart and hope to fry.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright. You may cross-examine the witness.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The witness's testimony is unchanged from before! Whether she is a research student or a photographer has no bearing on this case! There is no need to waste more of our time with another pointless cross-examination!
Judge:
Er... hmm.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I claim the defense's right to cross-examine the witness, Your Honor! (von Karma's up to something, I know it! He doesn't want me to cross-examine her because... why? Was there a contradiction?)
Judge:
Very well. You may begin the cross-examination. You seem sure of yourself, you must have something in mind.
Karma:
Hah! That would be a first!
Phoenix:
(Hah hah, very funny.)
Judge:
You understand that this is your last chance at a cross-examination, Mr. Wright? If there is no problem with the testimony this time, we will let the witness leave. I will announce my verdict at that time, Mr. Wright. Understood?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- Lotta's New Testimony --
Lotta:
Actually, I'm not a research student at a university.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Then what manner of person are you!?
Lotta:
I'm not sure I'm high-falutin' enough to be called a "manner" of anything.
Lotta:
I'm an investigative photographer.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
An "investigative photographer"?
Lotta:
Yep. You get your photo, and sell it to the press. It's that kind of business. Hey, I was taking pictures at my sister's graduation last year... N' guess what!
Phoenix:
Umm... what?
Lotta:
There was a yoofoh just a' hanging in the sky!
Phoenix:
A "yoofoh"...?
Lotta:
You know, an "Unidentified Flying Object"? A yoofoh! That's when I had sort of a revelation. I knew I should become an investigative photographer!
Phoenix:
I... I see. (Kind of a shaky basis for a career...)
Lotta:
Imagine what a scoop it'd be if I got a picture of that monster!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Is "Gourdy" really all that newsworthy?
Lotta:
Heck yeah! They even had him up on the TV!
Phoenix:
(I'm not sure that appearing on the local news "rumor of the month" show qualifies. Last month's show was "Bigfoot Sighted on Acorn Hill," I believe.)
Lotta:
Hey! They also had a picture of him in the newspaper! For real!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. This is one fight I do not believe you can win. Let's keep moving, shall we?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Lotta:
That's why I was camping out by the lake.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That's why you put the automatic senior on your camera?
Lotta:
Yep. Borrowed it from a friend at a university. It analyzes every sound it picks up, and when it gets a "bang!"...
Phoenix:
It snaps a shot.
Lotta:
Yep.
Phoenix:
So, how many pictures has it taken so far?
Lotta:
The only time the camera triggered was that night.
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Lotta:
But, that's all I was hiding.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I think it's time you told us why you felt you had to hide your true purpose at the lake.
Lotta:
Heck, if word got out what I was up to, the lake'd be swarmin' with competitors!
Phoenix:
Competitors...?
Lotta:
Yeah! Second-rate shutterbugs trying to steal my scoop!
Phoenix:
Ah... Is that the only reason you were hiding the truth?
Lotta:
W-well, actually...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Mr. Wright! I'll not have you asking questions with no relevance to this case!!!
Phoenix:
(Whatever you say, von Karma. I know you told her to keep quiet.)
Lotta:
When I heard the "bang" I looked right straight out at that lake.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Exactly what sort of sound was it?
Lotta:
Well, I never heard one before so I can't say for sure... but it sounded like a gunshot. It was a lot sharper a sound than I would have expected.
Phoenix:
(Hmmm...)
Present Gourdy Article
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Hart!"
Lotta:
There wasn't much else to look at, so I just watched that boat the whole time.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
There wasn't "much else to look at"?
Lotta:
Yep.
Phoenix:
(I dunno. If she heard a bang... and she thought Gourdy was out there... I kind of doubt she'd waste any time looking at a boat.)
Lotta:
What? What did I do now? What're you giving me that look for?
Phoenix:
(Definitely suspicious... Maybe it's time for some evidence...)
Karma:
Witness! Continue.
Lotta:
Hold your hushpuppies, pops, I'm getting there.
Present Gourdy Article
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Hart!"
Lotta:
Then I saw a flash, near one of the men's hands, and I heard another gunshot.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was there nothing on the lake but the boat at that time?
Lotta:
Huh? Wait, so you're thinking maybe he was shot from some other place? I don't think so, nope. The lake was smooth as glass, and nobody was on the shore, neither.
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Present Gourdy Article
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Hart!"
Phoenix:
(I'd better find some sort of contradiction in this testimony... I won't be able to beat von Karma any other way... There has to be something!)
Phoenix:
Ms. Hart! Were you REALLY looking at that boat!?
Lotta:
W-what's with you!? Course I was looking at it! It was the only thing out there! Any normal person'd be looking at it!
Phoenix:
I agree, any normal person would. But you are far from normal!
Lotta:
Wh-what!? Y'all wanna step over here and say that!?
Phoenix:
You were camping at the lake to take a picture of Gourdy! Think about it-- What would you do if you heard a loud noise? You'd be scanning the lake for any sign of Gourdy, that's what! You wouldn't give the boat a second thought!
Lotta:
Aah!
Judge:
Order! Continue, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
You testified that you were watching the boat through binoculars! However, you wouldn't need binoculars to watch that boat! You needed them to search for Gourdy... and that's what you were doing!
Lotta:
...! ... ...
Phoenix:
Well!?
Lotta:
Hmph... Well, now that y'all mention it... I did sort of take my binoculars and kind of scan the lake a bit... I mean, Gourdy might be out there, n' all...
Judge:
M-Ms. Hart! A-are you saying that you were NOT watching the boat, then?
Lotta:
... S-sorry, y'all. I wasn't fibbing, really. I was, just... I thought y'know, I could be witness to a murder n' all! I kinda got excited. I was sure I was watching that boat... till now.
Judge:
... This... this is totally uncalled for--
Lotta:
B-but hey! You got the photograph! You got proof!
Judge:
Hmm... Still, we can't see who is shooting who in this.
Lotta:
Right! Right! That's why I took this photo n'...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Witness... That's enough. You've had a long day. Shut your pie-hole.
Lotta:
Sh-shut my what!?
Phoenix:
(What was she going to say? She took the photo... and what? Wait a second...)
Gumshoe:
She even had a photograph to prove it.
Phoenix:
But you really can't tell from the photo who is shooting.
Gumshoe:
That's why she said she's going to enlarge the photo. She said "it'll drop the quality a mite, but should let us see who's who!"
Phoenix:
(She enlarged that photo! Why won't von Karma let her show it? I've got a hunch! I bet that enlarged photo shows something bad for von Karma! This is my chance! If I'm wrong, though, it'll mean prison for Edgeworth... or worse. What should I do!?)
Make her show the enlargement
Leads to:
"Ms. Hart! Look at this photograph."
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(If this is a trap... I'd better hold back and see how things go. But... if I wait now, the cross-examination will be over! Can I really risk that!?)
Do nothing
Judge:
This hereby ends the cross-examination of Ms. Lotta Hart.
Karma:
And none too soon. That was a flagrant waste of my time.
Judge:
Mr. von Karma, do you have anything to add?
Karma:
I stated everything I needed to when this trial began. Decisive evidence. A decisive witness. What else could possibly be required?
Judge:
Nothing, of course.
Phoenix:
(Oh no! I should have pressed further!)
Judge:
This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court find the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Rethink position
Phoenix:
(I have to fight now or I could lose everything!)
Leads to:
"Ms. Hart! Look at this photograph."
Phoenix:
Ms. Hart! Look at this photograph. You enlarged this photograph, did you not?
Lotta:
Y-yeah! I did!
Phoenix:
Why has that enlargement not been presented to the court!?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
B-because it does not exist!
Lotta:
What're y'all talking about!? You were the one who told me not to show it in court in the first place! You old fool!
Judge:
What's the meaning of this, Mr. von Karma!
Karma:
Er... erm...
Phoenix:
Ms. Hart! Show the photo to the court! Show us the enlargement!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The prosecution objects to the submission of this evidence!
Judge:
Objection... denied. The witness will show the enlargement to the court.
Lotta:
Here it is.
Judge:
Hmm. We still cannot see who is firing in this. It could be the defendant... or maybe it's not. Regardless, I'll accept this as evidence.
Lake Photo added to the Court Record.
Karma:
Happy now, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Hmm... (There has to be something!)
Karma:
You asked for the enlargement, you got the enlargement. And little good it has done any of us! That's why I requested she not show it!
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose this means that the cross-examination...
Karma:
Is over! Obviously!
Judge:
Then, I would like to close the cross-examination of Ms. Lotta Hart.
Karma:
And none too soon. That was a flagrant waste of my time.
Judge:
Mr. von Karma, do you have anything to add?
Karma:
I stated everything I needed to when this trial began. Decisive evidence. A decisive witness. What else could possibly be required?
Judge:
Nothing, of course. Then, I believe it is time for me to declare my verdict.
Phoenix:
(Wait... it's not supposed to go like this! There has to be a clue in this photo... somewhere! This is bad! Real bad! What should I do!?)
Object to the enlargement
Leads to:
"Your Honor! There is something decidedly strange with this enlargement!"
Show other evidence
Phoenix:
W-wait! Your Honor, This evidence...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
I believe we have spent enough time talking about evidence!
Judge:
Hmm... indeed. We've heard opinions on every piece of evidence but this enlargement. I see no point in retracing our steps.
Leads back to:
"(This is bad! Real bad! What should I do!?)"
Wait and see
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... think of something! No good... I guess I'll just sit back and see how this turns out.)
Judge:
Very well! Allow me to state my verdict.
Phoenix:
(Oh no! I should have pressed further!)
Judge:
This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court find the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Phoenix:
Your Honor! There is something decidedly strange with this enlargement!
Judge:
W-what might that be? Mr. Wright... You will show the court what you mean! What about this photo is "strange"?
Phoenix:
(Okay... here goes nothing! I'll show the judge what's strange about this photo.)
Present shooter's hand or pistol
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here, Your Honor!"
Present shooter
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here, your honor!
Judge:
The shooter...? I'm not sure I understand. What about the shooter is strange? Can you be more specific?
Phoenix:
(Specific, right...)
Leads back to:
"(I'll show the judge what's strange about this photo.)"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here, Your Honor!
Judge:
Where...? Mr. Wright, I understand you're in a tight spot. However! You have nothing to gain by making baseless claims of faulty evidence!
Phoenix:
Y-Your Honor! Never mind that... my, my finger slipped! Please let me show you again!
Judge:
Hmm...
Leads back to:
"(I'll show the judge what's strange about this photo.)"
Phoenix:
Here, Your Honor!
Judge:
The shooter...? I'm not sure I understand. What about the shooter is strange?
Phoenix:
Look at the hand holding the pistol, Your Honor!
Judge:
The hand...?
Phoenix:
That hand directly contradicts another piece of evidence!
Judge:
This man's left hand does what...!?
Phoenix:
Let me show you. I'll show you the evidence that left hand contradicts!
Present Pistol
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The evidence is clear."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I'm not sure this warrants a "take that!" I'd better think this one through!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please hurry up. We haven't got all day.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor! Right away!
Leads back to:
"I'll show you the evidence that left hand contradicts!"
Phoenix:
The evidence is clear. The man in this photograph is holding that pistol in his left hand. However! The prints on the murder weapon were from Edgeworth's "right hand"! Ergo! The man shooting the pistol in this photograph... Is not Mr. Edgeworth!!!
Judge:
Now that everyone in the courtroom has quieted down... I would like to reconvene this court of law! Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
You have given us definitive proof today. We now know that it was not Mr. Edgeworth who fired the pistol that night. However... This leaves us with a rather large problem. If Mr. Edgeworth didn't do it, then who shot our victim?
Karma:
Precisely! As we have seen, there were no other people on the lake that night! Who but the defendant could have shot the victim!?
Ms. Hart
Phoenix:
Who else but the witness, Ms. Lotta Hart!
Judge:
Wh-what!? Do you have proof of this!?
Phoenix:
(Proof-shmoof! Always with the proof! Oh... wait, I do need proof, don't I.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I'll have you remember this is a court of law!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. The Judge is mad.)
Karma:
Let me ask again!
Leads back to:
"Who but the defendant could have shot the victim!?"
The victim himself
Leads to:
"There is only one explanation remaining!"
Larry
Phoenix:
(Wait, wait--I can't do that. Sacrifice one friend to save another? What's the point!?)
Karma:
Well, Wright! Your answer!
Leads back to:
"Who but the defendant could have shot the victim!?"
Phoenix:
There is only one explanation remaining! The man who shot the victim was none other than... the victim himself!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! So... you are saying that the victim committed suicide?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. I can think of no other explanation.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed, that does seem to be the only remaining option.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
I'm so very, very sorry, Mr. Wright. But suicide is out of the question.
Phoenix:
Wh-what!?
Karma:
An examination of the victim's wound reveals the distance at which he was shot.
Phoenix:
The... distance?
Karma:
The victim was clearly shot from further than a meter away!
Phoenix:
A meter! Th-that's three feet!
Karma:
There is no way it could have been suicide!
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. von Karma! Are you sure of the accuracy of your data!?
Karma:
Of course! I had already considered the possibility of suicide, you see.
Autopsy Report updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... I see. Very well, allow me to state my opinion. Considering the situation, the shooter had to be the defendant, Mr. Edgeworth. However! The prints on the gun reveal that the shooter was not Mr. Edgeworth. This is a conundrum. Therefore, I would like to suspend proceedings for this trial for the day. The court orders the defense and the prosecution to further investigate this matter. Understood?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Karma:
...
Judge:
That is all. The court is adjourned.
December 26, 1:15 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
Whew, that was a close one.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Hey! Don't you have anything to say!?
Edgeworth:
No. I have yet to be declared innocent, Wright.
Phoenix:
Well, yeah, but... What happened out there on that lake, anyway!? If he didn't commit suicide, then who...? The shooter was about a meter away, too!
Edgeworth:
... W-what? Don't give me that look! I did not kill him!
Phoenix:
I was just kidding around.
Edgeworth:
Hmph.
Phoenix:
Look... I'm going to go check on Maya.
Edgeworth:
Oh... Wright.
Phoenix:
What?
Edgeworth:
Tell her something for me.
Phoenix:
What?
Edgeworth:
... ... ... Tell... Tell her to watch what she says in court. That's all.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I'm sure she'll be happy to hear you say that, Edgeworth. Jerk!)
Phoenix:
I requisitioned a transcript of Lotta's entire testimony. I thought it might give me some ammunition for the trial tomorrow. Of course she didn't see the shooter... So the only part of her testimony that stood was the "bang" she heard.
Lotta's Deposition added to the Court Record.
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court find the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Turnabout Goodbyes
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December 26Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
Hey! Nick, it's you! I'm glad Mr. Edgeworth made it through the day okay. It's a relief...
Phoenix:
Hey. Why'd you do that, anyway?
Maya:
... I don't know. I... just knew I had to do something. I know I'm not the lawyer my sister was... ... I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
Well, you did save the trial... Just, behave from now on, okay?
Maya:
O... okay.
Talk
Questioning
Phoenix:
Have you been questioned yet?
Maya:
No... not yet. Detective Gumshoe was here just now. He said "seeing as this is your first offense, we'll let you go after questioning."
Phoenix:
Whew...
Maya:
Oh, and he wanted me to get bail money ready. You can pay for me, okay?
Phoenix:
Huh? How much?
Maya:
I don't know. I guess they'll send you a bill or something.
Phoenix:
(Why do I picture giant bales of money every time I hear the word "bail"?)
Mia
Phoenix:
Any luck with Mia...?
Maya:
None... I can't get through to her at all. I tried... I really did! I don't know what to do... ... I think I probably shouldn't have stopped my training.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... she sounds like she really did do her best. I should check and see if there are any waterfalls in the local area...)
Maya:
I wonder if I'll ever see my sister again...
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
It must be nice, Nick. You can just show that to anyone and say "I'm a lawyer!" But, spirit mediums, well...
Phoenix:
I dunno, with your clothes, I bet at least some people would recognize you...
Maya:
But these are medium-in-training clothes... I wonder if I'll ever be a proper medium...
Lake Photo
Maya:
Isn't that the enlarged photo Lotta was talking about?
Phoenix:
Uh huh.
Maya:
Huh... It's nice and big... but you can't really see the faces any clearer, can you?
Misty Fey's Photo
Maya:
My... mother. ...
Phoenix:
(Now that I've shown her the picture, I'm not so sure it was the right thing to do. No... I'm pretty sure it was the wrong thing to do.)
Gourdy Article
Maya:
I want to see Gourdy, too!
Phoenix:
If he really exists.
Maya:
Well, I'd say a photograph is pretty good proof! Once this trial is over, let's get some fishing poles and go down to the lake!
Phoenix:
(Even if there is a monster in that lake, fishing poles sound like a BAD idea...)
Pistol Bullet
Maya:
So the markings on this bullet and the barrel of the pistol matched?
Phoenix:
Hey, I'm surprised you remembered that!
Maya:
How could I forget after von Karma rubbed it in so much? So, which one of these are the ballistic markings?
Phoenix:
I'm... not really sure.
Pistol
Maya:
Mr. Edgeworth's prints are on this pistol, aren't they?
Phoenix:
Yes... the prints from his right hand. But they must have gotten on there at some other time other than the shooting.
Maya:
What? Really!?
Phoenix:
(The shooter used his left hand, after all...)
Anything else
Maya:
Sorry... I'm fresh out of ideas.
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
December 26
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Gourd Lake Entrance
Leads to:
December 26
Gourd Lake Park
Entrance
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 26
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
December 26
Grossberg Law Offices
December 26Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
... Sure is quiet here with nobody around. Right... I have to get Maya out of that detention cell soon!
December 26Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe's not here...)
Police:
Gumshoe's at the scene again today.
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, really?
Police:
He's a live wire that one. Got into a fight with the chief for not following protocol...
Phoenix:
(Not following protocol...? I bet he wouldn't help them build the case against Edgeworth...)
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"Don't do anything rash! Why jump...? ...You have every reason to live!"
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for talking down a potential suicide.
Chief
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
Wha...!? Rook to Bishop 7... Checkmate!? I don't believe it!
Phoenix:
(He must be playing chess on the computer...)
December 26Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
Apparently, Mr. Grossberg is on vacation today. Well, I guess I can come back tomorrow if I need anything.
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Expensive-looking mahogany bookshelves, filled with expensive-looking books. Hmm... funny... they don't look like they've ever been read.
Desk
Phoenix:
A solid mahogany desk. The wood's been polished to a deep luster.
Vacant wall
Phoenix:
I guess Mr. Grossberg isn't getting that painting back. I feel kind of bad for him...
Potted plant
Phoenix:
An expensive potted plant. No idea what kind of plant it is, but it's probably the most expensive one available.
Table
Phoenix:
A table for clients. Hmm... an elegant ebony case, and if I'm not mistaken, that lighter's made of solid gold. Even I can tell someone here's got money to burn.
December 26Gourd Lake ParkEntrance
Phoenix:
There are fewer than there were yesterday, but the cops are still around in the park. I wonder if Detective Gumshoe is here today?
Examine
Trees
Phoenix:
I feel winter's chill from the bare leaf trees today... There's a lot of trees here. I guess that's why they call it a "nature park." It's quite pretty when the cherry trees along the lakeside blossom in spring. Today... it's just cold.
Sign
Phoenix:
The sign says "Gourd Lake Nature Park." This place is full of families picnicking on the weekend. It's a little cold for picnicking these days, though.
Move
Gourd Lake Public Beach
Leads to:
December 26
Gourd Lake
Public Beach
December 26Gourd LakePublic Beach
Phoenix:
Haven't seen Larry around at all. Probably off paying through the nose on a date with the lovely Kiyance...
Examine
Lake
Phoenix:
The famous Gourd Lake... Its green waters stretch out on both sides... It's a pretty big lake, really.
Move
Gourd Lake Woods
Leads to:
December 26
Gourd Lake Woods
Boat Rental Shop
Leads to:
December 26
Boat Rental Shop
December 26Boat Rental Shop
Phoenix:
(Looks like the boat rental shop is closed today, too.)
Examine
Shop
Phoenix:
A small boat rental shop. Doesn't look like anyone is around. They're probably closed because of the murder.
Boats
Phoenix:
There are some boats floating at the dock. The murder took place in a boat from this dock... Apparently, the police took away the actual boat that was used that night. Indeed, there's space for one more boat at the dock.
December 26Gourd Lake Woods
Phoenix:
Hey, Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! The trial today, it, er... ...
Phoenix:
Yes? What about the trial?
Gumshoe:
Well, I was going to say "good show," but it wasn't really all that... Though you did save Edgeworth, I guess... I just wasn't sure how to thank you... you know?
Phoenix:
Er... thanks.
Examine (left side)
Camera
Phoenix:
Lotta's camera is staring out at the lake, as usual. Even a novice like me can tell that camera must cost a pretty penny. I hope she doesn't leave it out here to get stolen.
Examine (right side)
Sign
Phoenix:
The sign says "No Camping." Funny place to pick to pitch your tent.
Campfire
Phoenix:
I wonder why she brought a camping cooker with her? There's a convenience store right up the street... I guess she wanted to get into the outdoor spirit.
SUV
Phoenix:
I don't think Lotta takes very good care of her SUV. It's covered with dents. I can't believe anyone would drive their car down here.
Talk
Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe? Any idea what strategy von Karma is planning for tomorrow?
Gumshoe:
It sounds like he's bringing in another witness!
Phoenix:
Another witness!? Oh, right, he said something about that in the trial today...
Karma:
There were two witnesses!
Phoenix:
I was wondering who that other witness was! Er... who was it?
Gumshoe:
S... sorry, pal. As much as I'd like to, I'm not at liberty to divulge that information.
Phoenix:
(Right...)
Prosecutor Edgeworth
Phoenix:
Oh, right... I wanted to ask you something about Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
What's up?
Phoenix:
Is he afraid of earthquakes? I never heard anything about that before.
Gumshoe:
... Mr. Edgeworth doesn't talk about himself too much, see. But there's one thing that's clear as day... Him hating crime the way he does... And him becoming a lawyer... And him being scared of earthquakes... It all started with that incident.
Phoenix:
The DL-6 Incident?
Gumshoe:
Yep, that's the one. Fifteen years ago... when he saw his father shot before his very eyes! He still feels the pain now, you can see it in his eyes.
Maya Fey
Phoenix:
I wanted to talk to you about Maya Fey...
Gumshoe:
Huh? She's not out on bail yet? That's strange. I told 'em to let her go as soon as they had their report written up. Man... I don't know what would have happened in that courtroom today if it weren't for her. Seeing her getting dragged out by the bailiff... I'll be honest with you, pal. I shed a tear or two. Edgeworth, he was so moved I saw his lip trembling.
Phoenix:
Really!? (Cold-as-ice Edgeworth!?)
Gumshoe:
He was really grateful for what she did, you know.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Gumshoe:
I think it's a little early for you to be proudly waving that thing around. You can be proud of yourself when you get Mr. Edgeworth declared innocent, pal!
Lotta's Camera
Gumshoe:
That woman really took us for a ride, didn't she? Claiming she was a witness to a murder and all...
Phoenix:
Still, if it weren't for her photograph, Mr. Edgeworth wouldn't have made it today.
Gumshoe:
Oh, huh, really?
Phoenix:
(Umm... you were at the trial, weren't you, Detective?)
Robert's Autopsy Report
Gumshoe:
Robert Hammond... He was the defense attorney in the DL-6 Incident trial. He's the one who got the sole suspect off the hook. I wonder what Mr. Edgeworth thinks of him. Not much, I'd wager.
Lake Photo
Gumshoe:
I don't care who you are, no one can tell me that that's Mr. Edgeworth! I mean, come on, it doesn't look like him at all!
Phoenix:
But Edgeworth has admitted he was on the boat.
Gumshoe:
Then he's the one being shot, then!
Phoenix:
He seemed fine in court today...
Gumshoe:
... Details, pal, details! Whose side are you on, anyway?
Phoenix:
(All I'm saying is we have to respect the evidence...)
Pistol Bullet
Gumshoe:
Yep, it was fired from the murder weapon, without a doubt.
Phoenix:
From a meter away... so it would have to have been from someone else on the boat.
Gumshoe:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
What do you make of this, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Hey, making something of things is your job!
Phoenix:
Er... right. (Since when do lawyers have to do detectives' work for them!?)
Pistol
Gumshoe:
Maybe you should tell me why Mr. Edgeworth's prints were on the weapon, pal.
Phoenix:
Huh? How should I know!?
Lotta's Deposition
Gumshoe:
Now, she heard two gunshots, right?
Phoenix:
But wait... Look at the Court Record! According to this, the murder weapon was fired three times!
Gumshoe:
What!? How's that possible!?
Phoenix:
Where was the third shot fired?
Gumshoe:
I wonder... Maybe it was a practice shot or something?
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Sorry to disappoint you, pal. I'm drawing a blank.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gumshoe:
I'm going to head back to the station. I'll get the report on Maya and get her out of there as soon as I can.
Phoenix:
Thank you. Oh, wait! Umm... I was wondering, how much is bail going to be?
Gumshoe:
Don't worry about that. Mr. Edgeworth is posting the whole amount.
Phoenix:
What? Edgeworth...?
Gumshoe:
Didn't I tell you? He's grateful to her for what she did. Alright, pal. Well don't forget to go pick her up, okay?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Maybe I can get Edgeworth to pay this month's rent, too...)
Gourd Lake Entrance
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Gumshoe leads to:)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 26
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
December 26Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
Hey, Nick! You finally came! They just finished the paperwork, I'm free to go.
Phoenix:
Free at last, eh?
Maya:
Those interrogators were really mean! They were like "okay, what did you do THIS time?" Like I was some kind of criminal! Can you believe it?
Phoenix:
Well, they let you out in the end, didn't they?
Maya:
Mmm... Oh, that reminds me... Thanks for bail.
Phoenix:
Thank Edgeworth.
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
He posted bail for you. Said he was grateful for what you did.
Maya:
Mr. Edgeworth did that...? ... I have to make it up to him! We've got to win this case, Nick!
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
What do you think we should do next?
Maya:
We're kind of lacking in the clues department. We could go to the park and look for Gourdy.
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
I-I was kidding!
Phoenix:
Still, if there are any clues out there, the park's as good a bet as any. What do you say? Shall we head down there?
Maya:
Sure!
Any ideas
Phoenix:
Have you noticed anything lately?
Maya:
Hmm... You know, I did notice one thing while I was here in detention. It's really pretty comfortable here. It's warm, and they keep it very clean.
Phoenix:
I meant have you noticed anything about the case...?
Maya:
Well... Not much more than that, no.
Phoenix:
(She's probably still upset about Mia. I should leave her alone.)
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
"Ahh! Fresh air! I gotta say, freedom feels great."
Gourd Lake Entrance
Leads to:
December 26
Gourd Lake Park
Entrance
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
Ahh! Fresh air! I gotta say, freedom feels great.
Phoenix:
Behave yourself in the courtroom tomorrow, okay?
Maya:
Heh heh heh. Misbehaving's much more fun.
Phoenix:
It's not going to be so much fun when Edgeworth refuses to pay your bail again.
Maya:
... Right. I'll behave.
Phoenix:
(Oh dear...)
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
Well, what should we do?
Maya:
I don't know! I've been in detention this whole time. I think I'll let you decide what we should do. Deal?
Any ideas
Phoenix:
Well? Any thoughts you want to share?
Maya:
Well, I was detention all day. I think I'd like more time to think.
Phoenix:
(Poor Maya, she probably thought about Mia the whole time she was in there...)
Present
Anything
Maya:
Don't waste time showing me things! We have to get cracking on this case! You know the enemy has more tricks up his sleeve! He's bringing in another witness!
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 25
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
December 26Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
Looks like Edgeworth is in questioning.
Maya:
Let's come back later.
Phoenix:
Guess so...
December 26Gourd Lake ParkEntrance
Maya:
There aren't many cops around today, are there?
Phoenix:
They're probably back at the precinct, working up the case against Edgeworth.
Maya:
Mmm...
Lotta:
Hey y'all!
Maya:
Hey, it's Lotta!
Lotta:
Y'all really did it today...
Phoenix:
Wh-what did we do now?
Lotta:
Naw, I'm not complaining! See, I did a little thinking. A little... self-reflection, you might say. I realized that bein' a witness is a mighty big responsibility. But I just went up there and started blabbing any old thing that came to mind.
Phoenix:
Lotta...
Lotta:
So, you see, I want to make it up to y'all.
Phoenix:
"Make it up"...?
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
What did you think of the trial?
Lotta:
To be honest, I was doin' it half just to say I'd been a witness... Even though I didn't really see anything. I kinda convinced myself I had though... I'm sorry, I know I caused y'all a lot of trouble.
Maya:
Well, memory is a tricky, vague little thing.
Lotta:
Yeah, I sure know that now. I'll be fine the next time I witness a murder!
Maya:
Right!
Phoenix:
(You mean the FIRST time you witness a murder...)
Gourdy
Phoenix:
What about Gourdy?
Lotta:
Right! Well, the way I figure, the trial's only stoking the flames of Gourdy fever! I'll get my exclusive photos and rocket to stardom!
Maya:
All right, Lotta! You go, girl! I wish I could be an investigative photographer too!
Phoenix:
(Finish your spirit medium training first!)
Making it up
Phoenix:
Lotta, what do you mean by "making it up to us"?
Lotta:
Well, ya see... Actually, I got a bit of information for you.
Maya:
What!?
Lotta:
That von Karma didn't want me to say nothin' about it.
Maya:
Wh-what information!?
Lotta:
Now we're getting to the heart of it! See, I reckoned we might be able to do ourselves a little "exchange."
Phoenix:
E-"exchange"? Umm... I thought this was to "make it up to us"...?
Lotta:
Right! I propose a little exchange, to make it up to you!
Phoenix:
...
Lotta:
What!? Information don't come cheap, my friend!
Maya:
Uh...
Lotta:
Hey! I see you thinking "my, how unsophisticated these southern folks are"!!! It's written all over yer face! Let me tell you, most southerners are WAY more sophisticated than you... I'm just the exception, okay? Well, what'll it be? We gonna deal, or not!?
Maya:
Wh-what should we do, Nick?
Deal
Phoenix:
(We don't have any other leads so I don't think we have a choice here...) Okay. How much?
Lotta:
Huh? You completely off your rocker? I may not be sophisticated, but I'm not trying to rob the poor!
Leads to:
"Huh?"
No deal
Phoenix:
I'm sorry... But I've no intention of dealing with you!
Maya:
Nor do we have any money, anyway!
Lotta:
You guys make a fine team, you know that? And I can tell you don't have any money, just look at those clothes!
Leads to:
"Huh?"
Present
Lotta's Camera
Lotta:
I'm thinking I should up the sensitivity of my camera mic. Y'all just be sure y'all don't sneeze or nothing when you're in my part of the woods!
Phoenix:
Right...
Lake Photo
Lotta:
I'm glad I did that enlargement.
Phoenix:
No kidding. If we didn't have that, Edgeworth would be in prison now, or worse!
Maya:
There's never a lack of drama when you're on a case, is there, Nick?
Lotta:
What, are you always on the verge of horrible failure like this!?
Phoenix:
Umm...
Lotta:
Careful or the stress'll send you to an early grave.
Phoenix:
(Thanks for the cheerful message of support!)
Gourdy Article
Maya:
Umm... uh... You know, I was wondering...
Lotta:
Yeah?
Maya:
What if you get a picture of Gourdy... and it turns out like this enlargement did?
Lotta:
Y'all crazy!? A blurry picture like this doesn't make a hit story! I need a picture that screams "I am Gourdy! Hear me roar!" I can't turn something like this into the paper! What kind of fool do y'all think I am?
Phoenix:
(The kind of fool that would turn a blurry picture in as evidence in a murder trial? Not to mention claiming she saw something she didn't see!)
Anything else
Lotta:
Yep, I'd have to say I know exactly squat about that.
Phoenix:
(It's painfully easy to know when something doesn't catch Lotta's interest...)
Move
Gourd Lake Public Beach
Leads to:
December 26
Gourd Lake
Public Beach
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lotta:
The only fair exchange for information is... information! Listen good-- What I need from you is information about Gourdy!
Maya:
Whoa-whoa-whoa! G-Gourdy!?
Phoenix:
B-but Gourdy doesn't... I mean, Gourdy might not exist!
Lotta:
Then bring me proof that shows he don't!
Phoenix:
Uh...
Lotta:
I'll be keepin' watch from the car, okay? You see something, y'all come to me first, got it?
Phoenix:
O-okay...
Lotta:
Right! See y'all later!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Okay, Nick, let's get hunting!
Phoenix:
H-hunting...? You don't seriously mean...
Maya:
Gourdy? I sure do!
Phoenix:
What about Edgeworth!?
Maya:
We're searching for Gourdy for him, Nick! Don't you get it!?
Phoenix:
(Okay... and how exactly do we search for a make-believe monster...? Maybe we can find a monster myth specialist?)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 26
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
December 26Gourd LakePublic Beach
Phoenix:
Wh-what's that?
Maya:
Th-the Steel Samurai, Nick.
Butz:
Yo! Maya!
Phoenix:
Larry! What the heck is this!?
Butz:
Oh, it was my girl Kiyance's idea... She was all "if you like, put this here, it would be, like, really cool!" Dude, she gave it to me along with the banner!
Maya:
Wow! That's really impressive she could find those for you!
Butz:
Well, she knows a lot of people. And that show's finished now, so she got 'em for free.
Phoenix:
Right...
Examine
Flags
Phoenix:
Those flags look sadly out of place here. Flapping listlessly back and forth in a cold wind under a cold sky...
Maya:
I dunno, I think it kind of gives the place a festival atmosphere. It reminds me of the "War of the Eyeglasses"!
Phoenix:
...? The war of the what!?
Maya:
Huh? What? You mean, you don't know the War of the Eyeglasses?
Phoenix:
What the heck is it?
Maya:
Our local fair used to do it ever summer... Huh, I guess we were the only ones.
Phoenix:
(I ask again, what the heck is it!?)
Steel Samurai
Phoenix:
Doesn't that Steel Samurai look a little out of place? I mean, it's so huge... I guess it's good advertising.
Maya:
... Something about this Steel Samurai just doesn't work for me.
Phoenix:
Huh? Really? It looks pretty well made to me.
Maya:
Hmph. Still a novice, aren't you, Nick. Really... True connoisseurs like Cody and me don't fall for this kind of stuff.
Phoenix:
(These Steel Samurai fans are obviously in a league of their own...)
Compressor
Maya:
What's this machine?
Butz:
That? That's a compressor. I use it to fill up that balloon there with air.
Maya:
Huh, neat.
Butz:
Just got it repaired yesterday! Man, what a drag that was.
Talk
Edgeworth
Butz:
Yo, Nick! What happened with Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
Well, we made it through the first day in court all right... I don't know how good our prospects are from here on, though.
Butz:
Huh.
Maya:
Hey, Larry, did you know Edgeworth's secret weakness? He's terrified of earthquakes! He acts like a little boy!
Butz:
Huh? That's weird. I don't think he was ever like that in school.
Maya:
No? Really?
Butz:
Well, we were only in the same class for a year. He transferred schools pretty quickly...
Maya:
Transferred?
Phoenix:
(Right... when the DL-6 Incident happened. Doesn't look like Larry knows about it, though.)
The big samurai
Phoenix:
Hey, Larry. What was that big... thing up there before?
Butz:
Huh? Oh, the big guy? I've had that for about a month, yeah. It's a big hit with the kids!
Phoenix:
Why wasn't it there yesterday?
Butz:
Huh? Huh!? Oh... right. Th-the compressor was busted.
Maya:
Compressor?
Butz:
Yeah--it's that little unit by my hotdog stand. That what I use to put air in the Steel Samurai! It broke a little while ago so I sent it in for repairs.
Maya:
Oh. And here I thought you'd inflated it by yourself.
Present
Gourdy Article
Butz:
That's the guy that’s selling my dogs faster than I can cook 'em!
Maya:
Do you think Gourdy really exists?
Butz:
Nah, I think somebody probably saw something else that they just thought was Gourdy. But I'll keep selling Samurai Dogs until the truth's out!
Anything else
Butz:
Sorry, Nick. I don't know much about that. I am a mere seller of hotdogs.
Move
Boat Rental Shop
Leads to:
December 26
Boat Rental Shop
(Clearing "Making it up" "Talk" option leads to:)
Gourd Lake Woods
Leads to:
December 26
Gourd Lake Woods
December 26Boat Rental Shop
Maya:
... It’s always so quiet, here. I wonder if the boat shop is closed for good?
Phoenix:
Well, with the murder on the lake and all... They're probably just taking a vacation till it blows over.
Maya:
I get it.
December 26Gourd Lake Woods
Lotta:
Hey y'all! Well? Y'all find anything out about Gourdy?
Maya:
Umm... no, nothing.
Lotta:
Well, keep moving! It gets cold out here at nighttime.
Maya:
It is a little chilly... I... I think I have to sneeze!
Lotta:
Wh-whoa! No you don't! No sneezing!!!
Maya:
Whaaa-cho!
klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik
Maya:
...
Lotta:
I told y'all NO SNEEZING! See, I set the camera to respond to things a little softer than a "bang." It'd trigger on one of von Karma's finger snaps now!
Maya:
Oh... I'm sorry.
Lotta:
Yeah, well, sorry's nice but what about my film!?
Maya:
Nick... pay the lady.
Phoenix:
(*sob*)
Talk
What happened
Lotta:
I learned something in today's trial, that's for sure. Testifyin' is serious business! That's why I decided not to talk about that case any more.
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Whoa--didn't you say you had information about the case!? Tell us that, at least!
Lotta:
Like I said... I'll trade it for the dirt on Gourdy!
Gourdy
Maya:
What are you going to do if Gourdy doesn't exist?
Lotta:
I'll quit being an investigative photographer.
Maya:
What!?
Lotta:
After all, I only have one photo to my name so far...
Maya:
Was it a good one?
Lotta:
You bet... a yoofoh!
Maya:
A y-yoofoh...?
Lotta:
Anyway, if I can't get a career-making photo this time around... Then that's it! I'll quit and go back to school.
Maya:
Huh? So you really are a university student?
Lotta:
Yeah, well, I'm takin' a break for a bit.
Maya:
Right...
Present
Lotta's Camera
Lotta:
I gotta do what I gotta do to get me a picture of Gourdy! That's why I raised the sensitivity of my mic. Just... watch yourself from now on, okay?
Maya:
Sorry, sorry!
December 26Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Gumshoe:
Hey there, pal. What's up? You look out of sorts. Wait... you didn't go and do something that's going to hurt Mr. Edgeworth's case again!
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "again"!?
Gumshoe:
Whatever, have a seat, pal. I'm here for you if you need anything. Besides money, that is.
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"You're under arrest! I have a warrant... You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney..."
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for making arrests.
Talk
The investigation
Phoenix:
How is the investigation proceeding?
Gumshoe:
It's not, really. We have another meeting coming up... We're supposed to talk about Mr. Edgeworth's motive...
Maya:
His motive?
Gumshoe:
See, Mr. Edgeworth's father died in the DL-6 Incident... And the guy who got the lone suspect declared innocent was the victim in this case... Robert Hammond. They're saying that's why Mr. Edgeworth shot him.
Phoenix:
(And Edgeworth never talks about his past... I bet they'll drag that out and hit him with it in court tomorrow, too...)
Maya:
Poor Edgeworth...
Gumshoe:
I gotta admit, it doesn't look good, pal.
Gourdy
Maya:
Say, Detective Gumshoe. Do you know "Gourdy"?
Gumshoe:
The monster down in Gourd Lake? Not personally, no.
Maya:
Well... we're looking for him.
Gumshoe:
Huh!? Are you out of your minds!?
Maya:
Eeek!
Gumshoe:
You got time to go wild monster hunting!? How about doing a little questioning for me then!?
Maya:
Oh... Detective Gumshoe is scaring me, Nick.
Phoenix:
I told Detective Gumshoe about the deal with Lotta.
Maya:
Nick! Try telling him sooner next time!
Phoenix:
Er, sorry.
Gumshoe:
... I see, pal. Sorry for shoutin' at you. ... Okay! I, Detective Gumshoe, will aid your search for Gourdy!
Maya:
H-huh!?
Gumshoe:
I'll loan you one of newest secret weapons for finding evidence!
Maya:
Really!?
Gumshoe:
You can take whichever one you like!
Secret weapons (appears after Gourdy)
Maya:
Okay, give us the goods!
Gumshoe:
Hold on now, everything in due time. First, let me show 'em to you! These are our best and brightest! Introducing Secret Weapon No. 1: "Missile"!
Maya:
M-M-Missile?
Gumshoe:
He's a K-9 police dog, still in training! Missile! Missile! Here, boy...
Missile:
Woof.
Gumshoe:
Here he is.
Maya:
Hey, he's cute! Look, Nick! Cute dog!
Phoenix:
(A cute dog... And this will help us... how?)
Missile:
Woof.
Gumshoe:
Next, Secret Weapon No. 2... A fishing pole! Here, this is my own personal pole.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe... we're looking for a monster...
Gumshoe:
Yeah!
Phoenix:
How are we supposed to catch a whole sea monster with a fishing pole!?
Gumshoe:
Never know 'til you try, pal!
Phoenix:
...!
Gumshoe:
Okay, this next one is the last one.
Phoenix:
(No, please, I'm already overwhelmed by our choices.)
Gumshoe:
Secret Weapon No. 3! A metal detector! Here.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe... we're looking for something alive.
Gumshoe:
Right!
Phoenix:
How are we supposed to find it with a metal detector!?
Gumshoe:
Hey, you never know! It might have been eating soda cans! Well, which will it be!?
Maya:
Umm... I can't make up my mind, Nick. They all seem so perfect!
Phoenix:
I can't make up my mind, either... for the totally opposite reason. (Oh well, I suppose it can't hurt to borrow one of them.)
Borrow Missile
Phoenix:
Can we borrow Missile?
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, pal. Be good to 'im!
Missile:
Woof.
Maya:
He's sooooo cute!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy...)
Borrowed K-9 unit Missile from Detective Gumshoe.
Borrow the fishing pole
Phoenix:
Can we borrow that flimsy-looking fishing pole?
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, pal. Oh, if it breaks, be sure to dispose of it properly, okay?
Phoenix:
Er... right.
Borrowed Fishing Pole from Detective Gumshoe.
Borrow the metal detector
Phoenix:
Can we borrow that metal detector?
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, pal.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure what we're going to find with this...
Gumshoe:
Remember: you're hunting for a monster. Anything is possible! Anything!
Borrowed Metal Detector from Detective Gumshoe.
Secret weapons (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, can we borrow one of the other things?
Gumshoe:
Hmm? Yeah, sure, pal! But I have to take back the last one I lent you, department policy. Well, take your pick. Which will it be?
Borrow Missile
Phoenix:
Can we borrow Missile?
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, pal. Be good to 'im!
Missile:
Woof.
Maya:
He's sooooo cute!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy...)
Borrowed K-9 unit Missile from Detective Gumshoe.
Borrow the fishing pole
Phoenix:
Can we borrow that flimsy-looking fishing pole?
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, pal. Oh, if it breaks, be sure to dispose of it properly, okay?
Phoenix:
Er... right.
Borrowed Fishing Pole from Detective Gumshoe.
Borrow the metal detector
Phoenix:
Can we borrow that metal detector?
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, pal.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure what we're going to find with this...
Gumshoe:
Remember: you're hunting for a monster. Anything is possible! Anything!
Borrowed Metal Detector from Detective Gumshoe.
Present
Missile
Gumshoe:
Missile is a big star in criminal affairs.
Maya:
Why's he named "Missile"?
Gumshoe:
Huh... now that you mention it, I'm not sure. But I hear he's aptly-named, for what it's worth.
Fishing Pole
Gumshoe:
It's funny, one day I woke up and I wanted a fishing pole.
Maya:
Do you like fishing?
Gumshoe:
I've never gone. I just wanted one so bad, I went out and bought it. I've never used it, actually.
Phoenix:
(Must have been one of those mid-life crisis things...)
Metal Detector
Gumshoe:
As you can see, it's a metal detector. We use it to look for bullets in the ground. If you can find that monster with it, all the better!
Phoenix:
(I'm not so hopeful...)
Gourd Lake Public Beach
Borrowed Missile
Maya:
Hey, Nick...
Phoenix:
Hmm?
Maya:
Missile's been acting strangely...
Phoenix:
"Missile"? Oh, oh right. That little... creature of yours.
Butz:
Hey, I love lil' doggies! Good boy, good boy.
Missile:
Grrraaaaaaarh!
Maya:
Wh-what's wrong, Missile?
Missile:
... Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip!
Maya:
Eeeeek! Missile! Misssssssssssile!
Missile:
Munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch Munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch
Butz:
Wh-whoa! Stop that thing! Cannibal! It's eating my Samurai Dogs! ...! ... My Samurai Dogs... *sniff*
Maya:
Wow. He ate every single one.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Larry...
Butz:
"Sorry"!? "Sorry" don't pay my bills, Nick!
Phoenix:
Ah hah hah... (It's going to have to this time...)
Present
Missile
Maya:
Hey Larry! Look, it's Missile! Isn't he cute?
Butz:
K-keep that mutt away from me! What am I going to tell the big boss?
Maya:
There's a "big boss" in charge of your hot dog stand? Nick! Maybe the stand is a front for a mafia money laundering scheme!!!
Phoenix:
Maya... I think you should probably try to look a little sorry about what happened.
Maya:
Oh, right!
Butz:
Heh... My poor dogs...
Fishing Pole
Butz:
You know, you can't catch many fish in this lake.
Maya:
I'm not after small fry. I'm after the biggest fry of them all... Gourdy!
Butz:
... You really going to try to fish out a monster?
Maya:
To save Edgeworth, yes!
Butz:
... Brings a tear to my eye, in more ways than one.
Gourd Lake Woods
Borrowed Fishing Pole
Maya:
Mmm. Okay, Nick, this looks like a good spot!
Phoenix:
A good spot... for what?
Maya:
Time to do some fishing!
Phoenix:
(She's serious...) Umm... What are you going to use for bait?
Maya:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Yeah. "Oh."
Maya:
Mmm...
Phoenix:
I figured something like this would happen. We should have brought Missile along with us, too. At least then we'd have bait.
Maya:
...!!! N-Nick...! How could you!
Phoenix:
I'm kidding! I'm kidding!
Maya:
Hmph! Some jokes are better left untold.
Phoenix:
(Oof! She hit me!)
Maya:
Okay... Watch this, Nick!
Phoenix:
Just try not to reel in any empty cans or boots, okay?
Maya:
Here we go! Ack! M-my leg!
*whump*
klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik klik
Lotta:
Hey! Wh-what are you doing!
Maya:
Sorry, Lotta...
Lotta:
Don't tell me y'all are on some film company's payroll!
Maya:
Nick, pay her.
Phoenix:
(Dear, dear...)
Present
Missile
Maya:
Hey, Lotta!
Lotta:
Oh, cute! He yours?
Maya:
He's a K-9 police dog! His name's "Missile."
Lotta:
Huh. K-9s are the ones they use to sniff for things, right? I wonder what Gourdy smells like...
Maya:
Hmm... I hadn't thought about that.
Fishing Pole
Maya:
Lotta, wait... For catching Gourdy...
Lotta:
A fishing pole!? Are you out of your doggone mind!?
Maya:
Yes! I mean... yes, it's a fishing pole!
Lotta:
Huh.  I never thought of that! Good luck!
Maya:
Thanks!
Phoenix:
(I don't believe it...)
Metal Detector
Maya:
Hey, Lotta, look at this: It's a metal detector!
Lotta:
I know what it is. Umm... I'm not sure that's going to pick up Gourdy, though. Unless he's been eating people's watches or spare change or something.
Maya:
Oh... I hadn't thought about that.
Boat Rental Shop
Borrowing Metal Detector leads to:
*beep* *beep* *beep*
Maya:
N-Nick! It's beeping! The metal detector's found something!
Phoenix:
Sure it loud enough about it. (Whatever it is, it must be in those bushes...) Go check it out, Maya.
Maya:
Why do I have to check it out? ... Nick. Look!
Phoenix:
Huh...? An air tank? Huh. The valve looks broken.
Maya:
I thought it was Gourdy...
Phoenix:
Maya, first of all... Why would Gourdy be in the bushes!? And second of all, why would a metal detector react to a sea monster!?
Maya:
Oh.
Phoenix:
Huh? (There's something wrapped around this air tank... It looks like... a string of flags...?)
Maya:
Well, we might as well take it with us now that we've found it.
Phoenix:
(It's heavy...)
Picked up air tank of dubious value.
Gourd Lake Entrance
(Visiting Boat Rental Shop with Metal Detector leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 26
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
December 26Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Phoenix:
Hmm... Detective Gumshoe isn't here...
Maya:
Now that you mention it, didn't he say he had a meeting to go to?
Phoenix:
Ah, that's right... Let's come back later.
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"Resistance is futile! We have you surrounded! It's not too late... Release the hostages and come out with your hands up."
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for negotiating a hostage situation.
Gourd Lake Public Beach
Talk
The flying air tank (after presenting Air Tank and fully pressing)
Maya:
Umm... So, the tank and the Steel Samurai you were trying to fill up flew away... What happened next?
Butz:
Well, all that happened on the 20th or so.
Phoenix:
(The 20th... a week ago.)
Butz:
Now, as far as I could see, the tank went flying out into the lake. So I went out every night in a boat looking for it. I mean, Kiyance gave me that Steel Samurai after all!
Maya:
And when did you find it?
Butz:
Just the night before last! It flew way out there! Took me four whole days to find it.
Phoenix:
(The night before last... was the night of the murder!)
Butz:
Sorry for not telling you, Nick. Actually, I was here on the night of the murder. But, you see, I went home before midnight.
Maya:
So you didn't know about what happened?
Butz:
No...
Maya:
That's too bad...
Phoenix:
It's not all bad. We've solved one mystery at least.
Maya:
A mystery...?
Phoenix:
(Maybe we should go tell her...)
Present
Air Tank
Butz:
What? An air tank? What about it?
Phoenix:
Larry... I wanted to ask you about this tank...
Have you seen it before?
Phoenix:
Have you seen this before?
Butz:
Huh? Me? N-no. Never. Who the heck would go diving in the middle of the winter!
Phoenix:
(There's something about the way his eye twitched when I showed him the tank... I think I'd better pursue this line of questioning a little further...)
Is it yours?
Leads to:
"Say... is this air tank yours?"
Phoenix:
Say... is this air tank yours?
Butz:
Wh-why would I have a thing like that?
Phoenix:
Look--see how there's a string of flags around the tank valve? It's just like the string of flags around your Steel Samurai there.
Butz:
...! M-must be a coincidence! There's strings of flags everywhere these days! L-like elementary schools! A-and used car dealerships! L-look, why would I need a tank anyway!?
To inflate something
Leads to:
"You used this to inflate that, didn't you?"
To go diving
Phoenix:
You used this to go diving in the lake, didn't you?
Butz:
Wh-wh-what!? Why the heck would I go diving in the lake!? Wait! You... you're not... You're not saying I had something to do with that murder!?
Phoenix:
N-no, not at all, just...
Butz:
Hey, you watch it buddy! I'm not saying anything until my lawyer gets here!
Maya:
Larry... Nick is your lawyer.
Phoenix:
Well, Larry? She's right.
Butz:
Bah! A-anyway, I never seen that air tank! Okay?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, right... Larry is hiding something, I can tell...)
Phoenix:
You used this to inflate that, didn't you?
Butz:
I-inflate what!?
Phoenix:
What else? That big puffy Steel Samurai!
Butz:!!! ... N-now why would you go asking me a question like that.
Phoenix:
(Looks like I hit the nail on the head.)
Butz:
... Right... right... Actually, umm... See, the compressor I always use was on the fritz. So I tried using the tank to inflate it, just once. And, er, it didn't go so well.
Phoenix:
(As I suspected!)
Put the tank away
Phoenix:
(I guess I've gotten to the bottom of that mystery!)
Butz:
Heh. Sorry!
Ask more about the tank
Leads to:
"It "didn't go so well"?"
Phoenix:
It "didn't go so well"?
Butz:
Er, yeah.
Phoenix:
Do you think you could be a little more specific?
Butz:
C-c'mon...  Look, it's embarrassing so I really don't want to talk about it...
Maya:
Tell us! Tell us!
Butz:
... Fine. Whatever. It's like what I said, the compressor was busted. So I took the tank and tried to fill the Samurai up with that. And then...
BLAAAAM!
Butz:
The valve busted open and made this incredible noise! And that tank there took off like a rocket. And it took my poor deflated Steel Samurai with it!
Maya:
What!? Off into Gourd Lake?
Butz:
It sure scared me out of my gourd, that's for sure.
Air Tank (after fully pressing)
Butz:
See, I tried to use this tank to fill up the Samurai. I was attaching the tank, when it happened!
BLAAAAM!
Butz:
The valve just busted open and the whole thing took off! The tank shot up in the air like a rocket... And it took my poor deflated Steel Samurai with it! Man, what a sight that was.
Maya:
I wish I could have seen it!
Phoenix:
Me too.
Gourd Lake Woods
Talk
Gourdy
Lotta:
Well, Mister Lawyer? I've got the info y'all need! Y'all got the scoop on Gourdy for me yet?
Nothing yet
Phoenix:
It's not going to be that easy to find him, you know.
Lotta:
You'd better hurry or you won't have that info in time for the trial tomorrow!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh...)
We found him
Phoenix:
Huh? Gourdy? Oh, we found him already.
Maya:
What!? I haven't seen any monsters yet!
Lotta:
Y-y'all for real!? Gourdy really exists!? Wait! I need proof! You get a photo!?
I have proof
Leads to:
"Of course I have proof."
I have no proof
Phoenix:
I don't have it yet, but my lawyer instincts tell me the proof is out there.
Lotta:
Hah! Nice try, but y'all can't pull the wool over these eyes that easy!
Maya:
That won't work in court either, Nick...
Phoenix:
(Great, now they're both mad at me.)
Phoenix:
Of course I have proof.
Maya:
No fair, Nick! It was when I went to the bathroom, wasn't it!? That's when you made contact with Gourdy!
Lotta:
Enough jabbering already, let's see your proof!
Present Air Tank
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Larry's air tank...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Lotta:
... Y'all trying to make a fool out of me? That don't prove diddly-squat!
Maya:
Hmph. We almost had her duped, too.
Phoenix:
(We need to do something soon or I won't get that information off of her!)
Gourdy doesn't exist
Phoenix:
Lotta... There is no such thing as Gourdy.
Lotta:
Wh-what!? How can y'all be so sure!
Maya:
R-really, Nick!?
Lotta:
Y'all got some proof Gourdy don't exist!?
Phoenix:
The proof that Gourdy doesn't exist...
Is here
Leads to:
"Of course I have proof."
Is out there somewhere
Phoenix:
I don't have it yet, but my lawyer instincts tell me the proof is out there.
Lotta:
Hah! Nice try, but y'all can't pull the wool over these eyes that easy!
Maya:
That won't work in court either, Nick...
Phoenix:
(Great, now they're both mad at me.)
Phoenix:
Of course I have proof. No lawyer worth his badge would make a claim without proof to back it up. Here's the proof that Gourdy doesn't exist...
Present Air Tank
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Larry's air tank...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Lotta:
... Hah! All that fancy talk about lawyers and proof had me going for a second there! Y'all better take a good hard look at that badge of yours and consider a career change!
Phoenix:
(Great, the "investigative photographer" is giving me career advice...)
Maya:
Larry's air tank...?
Lotta:
What're y'all doing with an air tank?
Phoenix:
This... is Gourdy.
Lotta:
Umm... scuze me?
Maya:
Wh-what exactly are you saying, Nick?
Phoenix:
There's a stand near here... a hotdog stand. There's a giant inflatable samurai doll there. About a week ago, an idiot, who happens to be a friend of mine, tried to fill it. He used this air tank, and when the valve blew, the tank flew into the lake. Apparently, it made a pretty loud "bang" when it flew...
Lotta:
A "bang"...?
Phoenix:
The tank, along with the still deflated Samurai fell into the lake. At the same time... A couple was taking a photograph of the lake. This photo!
Maya:
Wait... So... you're saying that Gourdy... Is really the Steel Samurai!?
Lotta:
... ... Well, that's a fine way to ruin a gal's dreams.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Lotta.
Lotta:
Nah, it's okay, you win. I'll give you your info, like I promised.
Maya:
Poor Lotta...
Case information (appears after Gourdy)
Leads to:
"..."
Phoenix:
So, tell us this "information" you have.
Lotta:
A promise is a promise, I guess... I overheard the cops around here saying something about the witness tomorrow... They said he's the caretaker of the boat rental place up the path here.
Maya:
Boat rental...? There's someone there? I mean, it looks so deserted.
Lotta:
Just an old guy, living all by himself. Y'all should go check it out.
Maya:
Thanks, Lotta! We will! Let's get cracking, Nick!
Lotta:
Hold on.
Phoenix:
Something else?
Lotta:
Yeah... the night of the murder. My camera clicked twice, you know.
Maya:
...! Wait... so you have another photo?
Lotta:
Well... Yeah, but there's nothing in it at all. Just the lake. I figured it wouldn't be much use as evidence, so I kept it to myself. Well, it might not be helpful at all, but... Here, take it.
Second Lake Photo added to the Court Record.
Lotta:
Bye now. Y'all take care. Time for me to pack up and leave.
Maya:
... Poor Lotta...
Phoenix:
It's all Larry's fault. The legend still lives on, I guess.
Maya:
The "legend"...?
Phoenix:
Yeah, the legend of Larry, familiar to all who know him for any length of time... "When something smells, it's usually the Butz."
Maya:
Hmm. Someone should whip that Butz into shape.
Gourd Lake Public Beach
Move
Boat Rental Shop
Leads to:
December 26
Boat Rental Shop
December 26Boat Rental Shop
Maya:
Hey, Nick! This is the boat shop that Lotta was talking about!
Phoenix:
You're right. Doesn't seem to be anyone around at all.
Maya:
Well, let's go check it out anyway!
Move
Caretaker's Shack
Leads to:
December 26
Caretaker's Shack
December 26Caretaker's Shack
Uncle:
Meg! That you!?
Maya:
Eeeek!
Uncle:
Hey, is that Keith with you!? Where have you two been! I've been worried sick.
Maya:
... N-Nick... you handle this.
Phoenix:
Uh, I think I'll leave this one up to you, Maya.
Uncle:
Meg!
Maya:
Y-yes!?
Uncle:
Finally made up your mind, have you?
Meg:
M-my mind?
Uncle:
You'll run the pasta shop when I'm gone?
Maya:
P-pasta?
Uncle:
Glad to hear it, glad to hear it! You make your old man proud. When you kids left the house, I didn't know what to think. How'm I supposed to keep this place running, an old man like me? Polly! The kids are home!
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Maya:
N-Nick! What was that!?
Phoenix:
A parrot... the one on the perch.
Uncle:
Keith!
Phoenix:
Y-yes!?
Uncle:
I leave the "Wet Noodle" in your capable hands, sonny.
Maya:
N-Nick? What's the "Wet Noodle"?
Phoenix:
Um, based on the available evidence, I'd say it's the name of his pasta shop.
Uncle:
That's a relief, isn't it, Polly?
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Uncle:
Ayup... ... *Zzzzz*
Maya:
He fell asleep...
Phoenix:
I guess he's relieved.
Examine
Stove
Phoenix:
Looks like a kitchen unit. It's pretty clean. Funny, he doesn't look like the type who'd keep things tidy like that.
Maya:
You're forgetting, Nick... He's running a pasta shop, here!
Fish pictures
Phoenix:
Wow, there's lots of various fish in Gourd Lake, aren't there!
Maya:
...? Something's funny, Nick. All these fish are saltwater fish.
Fishing pole
Phoenix:
This fishing pole looks expensive.
Table
Maya:
Look, Nick, he has an electric blanket on his table! Looks warm! That's a great idea, we should do that at the office. We can sit down with our clients, snug and warm, and drink hot cocoa!
Phoenix:
And what, talk about murders?
Maya:
Aw, you're a party pooper, Nick!
Television
Maya:
Wow, he has a television in here, too.
Safe
Maya:
Look, a little safe! Hmm... ... It's locked.
Parrot
Maya:
Wow... what an amazing parrot that is. Good morning!
Parrot:
"..."
Maya:
Hello!
Parrot:
"..."
Maya:
He ignored me!
Before presenting Attorney's Badge
Uncle:*Zzzzz*
Leads to:
"What, you forgot, Meg?"
Uncle:
What, you forgot, Meg? You gotta call her name first!
Maya:
Her name?
Uncle:
Polly! How ya been!?
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Uncle:
See?
Maya:
Neat! So the parrot's name is "Polly"!
Parrot added to the Court Record.
Maya:
Too bad all she can say is "hello"...
Uncle:
Har har har! Old Polly can say lots of things! You just need to know the secret words!
Maya:
The "secret words"...?
Parrot (subsequent times)
Maya:
Polly! Polly! What's your name?
Parrot:
"Pol-ly!" *squawk*
Maya:
Hee hee! Cute!
Phoenix:
(Maya's found a new friend.)
Talk
The pasta restaurant
Before presenting Attorney's Badge
Uncle:*Zzzzz*
Leads to:
"Umm... a pasta shop?"
Phoenix:
Umm... a pasta shop?
Uncle:
Ayup! To think, the "Wet Noodle," will live on when I'm gone! My father started it you know. So that makes you two the third generation! Meg...
Maya:
Y-yes!
Uncle:
Tomorrow, we'll start with the secrets of dough tossin'!
Maya:
D-dough tossing?
Uncle:
You, too, Keith.
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Uncle:
You'll be the best pasta wrangler the west has ever seen!
Maya:
P-pasta wrangler? The west? I-isn't pasta from Italy?
Uncle:
Meg!
Maya:
Y-yes!
Uncle:
You know the best pasta's always been made west of the Rockies, don't you?
Phoenix:
R-right, of course. Everybody knows that.
Maya:
Nick...?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
How long do we have to keep up this all-in-the-family charade?
Phoenix:
(This old man must know something about the murder...! We're not leaving until we find out what that is.)
The boat rental shop
Before presenting Attorney's Badge
Uncle:*Zzzzz*
Leads to:
"Umm... this is a boat rental shop, right?"
Phoenix:
Umm... this is a boat rental shop, right?
Uncle:
What're you talking about!? This here's the palace of pasta, the "Wet Noodle"! Though, now that you mention it, we haven't gotten many orders for spaghetti lately. All the kids come up and say "Yo dude, we wanna ride in one of your boats!" That's why I keep them boats out there. Youngsters these days... Darned if I understand 'em!
Phoenix:
I'm pretty confused myself.
Maya:
Nick... This isn't going anywhere.
Phoenix:
But this old man is the witness tomorrow, right? We've got to find some way of getting information out of him!
Polly (appears after examining parrot)
Before presenting Attorney's Badge
Uncle:*Zzzzz*
Leads to:
"Ack, my memory's gotten worse of late."
Uncle:
Ack, my memory's gotten worse of late. That's why I just tell everything important to old Polly here.
Maya:
Everything... important? Hmm, I wonder... Polly! What's the number to the safe!?
Parrot:
"... 1228!" *squawk*
Maya:
Alright!
Uncle:
H-hey! Polly! Watch it, will ya!
Maya:
Heh heh. See, Nick? All it takes is a little clever thinking!
Phoenix:
(And a criminal mind...)
Maya:
Quick, Nick! Write that number down!
Phoenix:
H-hey! Don't get me involved in your little heist schemes.
What you saw (appears after presenting Lake Photo)
Uncle:
I forget the time, but it was pretty dark outside... probably night, ayup.
Phoenix:
(It was after midnight, but okay...)
Uncle:
Then I heard this "bang!" So I looked outside. Then I heard another one. "Bang!" A little while later, this boat comes back. Then a young man walked by my window here. He was mutterin' something to himself, ayup.
Maya:
What did he say?
Uncle:
... Ayup... ... I forgot. I'll remember tomorrow by court time, promise.
Maya:
We need to know earlier than that...!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Uncle:*Zzzzz* ...! That a lawyer's badge?
Phoenix:
Y-yes, it is! (I don't believe it! This old guy is the first person to recognize my badge!)
Uncle:
... I get it.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Uncle:
Ayup... I got you figured out now! You're not Keith!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
N-Nick!  Now's our chance to clear things up!
Phoenix:
Umm... sir. No, I'm not Keith.
Maya:
And I'm not Meg, either!
Uncle:
...
Phoenix:
We're here investigating a murder that took place on this lake the other night.
Maya:
Please, help us!
Uncle:
... Hmm... a lawyer, huh?
Maya:
Please, mister...
Uncle:
Alright, I'll help. But, on one condition.
Maya:
What's that?
Uncle:
When this case is over and done... You'll run the "Wet Noodle"!
Promise to run the Noodle
Leads to:
"Okay, we promise."
We can't promise that
Phoenix:
I can't make that promise.
Uncle:
... I-is that any way to treat your old man!? Bah! You want me help? You've come to the wrong man!
Maya:
Uh oh... now he's grumpy.
Phoenix:
Not to mention he still thinks we're his kids. (Maybe we should just lie and say we'll run his shop?)
Leads to:
"Okay, we promise."
Phoenix:
Okay, we promise.
Maya:
N-Nick! Are you sure about this?
Phoenix:
Hey, anything to get the case solved. Also... Who wouldn't want to eat "Phoenix Noodles"?
Maya:
I... guess so.
Uncle:
That's my boy! Good for you, Keith.
Phoenix:
W-wait, didn't I just say...
Uncle:
You, too, Meg!
Maya:
Y-yes!?
Uncle:
Heh heh heh... you bring a tear to your old man's eye, you know. Now, what was that you wanted to know? Speak up, Polly!
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Maya:
Er...
Phoenix:
(Now he's talking to the bird again! How do we get him to talk to us!?)
Attorney's Badge (subsequent times)
Uncle:
You won't be needing that badge to run a pasta shop. Toss it.
Phoenix:
Uh, um, I think I'll hold on to it if you don't mind.
Gourdy Article
Phoenix:
You know about Gourdy?
Uncle:
Nope.
Lake Photo
Uncle:
Ayup, I seen this.
Phoenix:
Y-you know something about this, sir!?
Uncle:
Keith.
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Uncle:
It's okay. You can call me Dad.
Phoenix:
... D-Dad! You know something about this!?
Uncle:
Ayup. The other night... out on the lake...
Maya:
Yes? Yes!?
Uncle:
I know all about that! I seen it.
Maya:
Whaaaat!? Tell us! Tell what you saw!
Uncle:
Well, I suppose. Since you're taking over the shop and all...
Parrot
Uncle:
Polly here's my only friend in the world. Isn't that right, Polly?
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Uncle:
Ayup.
Anything before presenting Attorney's Badge
Uncle:*Zzzzz* Now, listen here, Keith. Remember that tricolor pasta we were talking about? Our "Rainbolioli"! I figured out the last color we should use! Indigo Blue!
Maya:
Indigo... Blue?
Phoenix:
(That didn't seem to work the way I thought it might.)
Anything else
Uncle:
... *Zzzzz*
Phoenix:
(He fell asleep...)
Uncle:*Zzzzz* *mmph*
(Clearing "Polly" and "What you saw" "Talk" options leads to:)
Uncle:
You know what? Eh? Little Terry was just here.
Phoenix:
"Terry"...?
Uncle:
Ayup, that kid next door. You always used to make him cry, remember? He was wearin' this tattered old coat. Got himself some whiskers growing out of his face.
Phoenix:
(He must be talking about Detective Gumshoe...)
Uncle:
He comes up and tells me to come down to court tomorrow.
Maya:
Really...?
Phoenix:
(Somehow I don't think we're going to get much useful information out of this guy.) Maya... maybe we should be leaving.
Maya:
I think you're right. Oh, wait--I had one more question.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
Polly! Polly! Have we forgotten something?
Parrot:
*squawk* "Don't forget DL-6!" *squawk*
Maya:
H-huh!? What did she just say, Nick?
Phoenix:
One more time, Polly!
Parrot:
"Don't forget DL-6!" *squawk*
Phoenix:
(What!? The DL-6 Incident?) Hey, mister! I-I mean, Dad!
Uncle:*Zzzzz*
Phoenix:
(This is getting weird... Who IS this old guy!?)
Boat Rental Shop
Maya:
Why would that bird Polly know about DL-6...?
Phoenix:
We have to figure out who that old man is.
Maya:
Oh...
Phoenix:
What?
Maya:
He locked the door, from the other side.
Phoenix:
(... Who could that old man be...? I think I need to do a little more research on this DL-6 Incident... Maybe I should ask Detective Gumshoe.)
Gourd Lake Entrance
(Clearing "Polly" and "What you saw" "Talk" options leads to:)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 26
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
December 26Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! Long time no see! ... You don't look so happy. What's wrong this time?
Phoenix:
Actually, we wanted to ask you something...
Gumshoe:
Yeah?
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"I... I'm not gonna make it... Just... just arrest that guy for me... please... uggh!"
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for dying in action.
Talk
The boat caretaker
Phoenix:
You know the boat rental shop down at Gourd Lake?
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah...
Phoenix:
The old man who runs it is appearing as a witness in court tomorrow, right?
Gumshoe:
Huh...!? How'd you-- Hmm. That was supposed to be top secret.
Maya:
Do you know who that old man is, Detective?
Gumshoe:
... Actually... I don't. He's a bit of an odd bird... I haven't been able to get a straight answer out of him. I decided first that he wasn't persuasive enough to stand and testify as a witness. That's why we called Ms. Lotta Hart yesterday. As for who he is... We have absolutely no idea.
Maya:
Hmm... sounds suspicious!
Gumshoe:
Hmm...
The DL6 Incident
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, please, help us...
Gumshoe:
H-huh?
Phoenix:
We need to know about the DL-6 Incident!
Gumshoe:
...!
Phoenix:
That was when Edgeworth's father died. I can't help but think that it has something to do with this current case.
Gumshoe:
... To tell the truth, I don't know much about DL-6 either. Mr. Edgeworth forbade us from reading the file. So... I'm afraid I can't show them to you, either, pal.
Maya:
What!?
Gumshoe:
However... If you can convince me somehow that the DL-6 Incident is related to this case... Well, I guess I'd consider opening the file up.
Present
Metal Detector
Phoenix:
Thanks, Detective Gumshoe. This was really helpful.
Gumshoe:
R-really?
Maya:
You seem surprised!
Gumshoe:
Huh? N-no, not at all. Glad it worked out for you.
Parrot
Gumshoe:
What's that? A parrot?
Phoenix:
The old man at the boat rental shop's parrot. The parrot knew about that "incident"...
Gumshoe:
That incident?
Phoenix:
DL-6.
Gumshoe:
Wh-what!?
Maya:
Polly! Polly! Have we forgotten something?
Parrot:
*squawk* "Don't forget DL-6!" *squawk*
Maya:
H-huh!?
Phoenix:
I'm pretty sure that old man must have taught her that word...
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but how would that old man know about the DL-6 Incident?
Phoenix:
Wait! What if... What if that old man was connected to DL-6?
Maya:
N-Nick! You think he might be!?
Gumshoe:
...
(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting Parrot leads to:)
Gumshoe:
... I get ya. Sounds like you need information on the DL-6 Incident. Through there is the Station's Records Room. I'll give you special permission to go in and find what you need.
Maya:
All right! Way to go, Detective Gumshoe! Okay, Nick! To the Records Room!
Phoenix:
(I guess it's time we faced Edgeworth's past...)
Move
Records Room
Leads to:
December 26
Police Department
Records Room
December 26Police DepartmentRecords Room
Maya:
Wow!!! It's amazing.........ly dusty.
Phoenix:
Ten years of files and ten years of dust, I guess.
Maya:
Let's find that DL-6 stuff quick!
Phoenix:
(Fifteen years ago... both me and Edgeworth were nine years old. We were almost through with fourth grade when he suddenly transferred. Because of DL-6...?)
Maya:
Nick! I found out where the file is!
Phoenix:
O-oh, thanks!
Maya:
Just let me know what you want to know about the DL-6 Incident! I'll go get the right file!
Examine
Glass case
Phoenix:
It looks like there are files inside that glass case. The case is so dusty I can't see what's inside.
Maya:
Nick... it's locked.
Phoenix:
They must keep important case files in there.
Back wall
Phoenix:
There are shelves stuffed with case files in the back of the room, too. Forgotten cases, rotting away for eternity...
Maya:
Nick, let's get what we need and get out of here. All this dust is getting to me!
Cabinet
Phoenix:
This cabinet is where they keep evidence for current cases. Some of the things are obviously murder weapons. Others are... who knows what. Most of it just looks like random junk.
Maya:
Nick... what do you think this clothespin is for?
Phoenix:
Don't touch that! It's evidence...
Shelves
Phoenix:
Here are files of collected case reports. There's quite a large volume of reports here.
Maya:
Wow... these are all case reports!?
Phoenix:
Yeah. It's like a graveyard of police cases.
Maya:
I guess my sister's case report is in here too... quietly gathering dust.
Talk
The case summary
Phoenix:
Well, first I have to get a handle on the main facts... like a summary.
Maya:
Right. Summary... summary... Found it! Here you go.
Phoenix:
December 28... 2001.
Maya:
That's exactly 15 years ago from the day after tomorrow!
Phoenix:
(So in two days, the case is closed...) The incident took place in the elevator of the district court.
Maya:
What!? Is this the same district court where we're holding the trial now!?
Phoenix:
Looks like it. There was a large earthquake at 2:00 PM on that day. Part of the court building collapsed, and all of the lights went out.
Maya:
Wow... that was some earthquake!
Phoenix:
At the time, three people were trapped in the elevator. It took five hours for them to be rescued... Five hours!
Maya:
That would be scary like that, in the dark!
Phoenix:
There was a lack of oxygen in the elevator, and the survivors were unconscious.
Maya:
The survivors...?
Phoenix:
One of the three in the elevator had been shot... in the heart.
Maya:
That was Mr. Edgeworth's father... wasn't it.
Phoenix:
(He said that his father was shot before his very eyes... So Miles Edgeworth was one of the other passengers in that elevator.)
Victim data
Phoenix:
Do you have data on the victim... Edgeworth's father?
Maya:
Yeah, hold on... Victim... victim... Here! Found it!
Phoenix:
Gregory Edgeworth, 35, defense attorney. If he were still alive, he'd be 50. He had lost that day's case in court, and got in the elevator with his son, Miles.
Maya:
"Miles"...!
Phoenix:
Miles Edgeworth, of course.
Maya:
So he was on the elevator with his father!
Phoenix:
From the angle of the bullet and the other evidence, it could not have been a suicide... The murder weapon, a pistol, was found in the elevator. The pistol had been fired two times. (Where have I heard that before...? Huh...! It sounds just like this current case! What's going on here?)
Suspect data
Phoenix:
Got any data on the suspect in there?
Maya:
Hmm... that would be the guy that my mom got arrested. Hold on... this is it.
Phoenix:
The man arrested as a suspect in DL-6 was... Yanni Yogi? He was a clerk in the court, apparently.
Maya:
So he must have been the third person in the elevator. Well, then he had to have done it!
Phoenix:
But... he was found innocent. Thanks to his defense lawyer, Robert Hammond.
Maya:
Hammond... the victim in our case!
Phoenix:
Right. The suspect, Mr. Yogi was oxygen deprived... so much so he had brain damage. He lost all memory of being in the elevator. After he was declared innocent, he disappeared.
Maya:
Hmm... where could Yogi have gone to, I wonder?
Phoenix:
(He may be closer than we think...)
Present
Anything
Maya:
Let's just hurry up and read these files! This place is so dusty, I want to finish up and get out of here...
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Phoenix:
I guess I know generally what happened in DL-6 now. I still don't know what sort of impact the whole thing had on Edgeworth...
Maya:
Nick. Are we going to take the whole file? There's too much! We'll never get it out.
Phoenix:
Y-you're right. How about we just take what we think we'll need...
DL-6 Case File added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Right. That's probably all we'll be able to find here. Now, all that's left is the trial tomorrow... I wonder how "Dad" will do testifying in court...
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Turnabout Goodbyes
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December 27, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Miles Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Karma:
... ...
Judge:
Very well, apparently the prosecution is also ready.
Phoenix:
(Who is the judge here, anyway!?)
Judge:
Mr. von Karma, your opening statement.
Karma:
... ...
Judge:
Er... very well, no opening statement so...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Not so fast, Judge! I was taking a meaningful pause before speaking!
Judge:
R-right, of course.
Karma:
A prediction! Today's trial will end three minutes from now!
Judge:
Order... order! Mr. von Karma! What is the meaning of your statement just now!?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Bah! Must you question everything! It will be over in three minutes! We have no time to waste! I'll call my witness now!
Judge:
R-right...
Karma:
I call my witness... my decisive witness to the stand!
Phoenix:
(It's that mysterious boat shop owner.)
Karma:
Witness... state your profession.
Uncle:
Mmph... zzzz... ... I, er, am the proprietor of the restaurant the "Wet Noodle" at Gourd Lake.
Karma:
...
Uncle:
And I, er, also rent boats.
Karma:
The night of the incident, you were in the boat rental shop, correct?
Uncle:
Er... ayup, yup I was.
Karma:
Please testify.
Phoenix:
(Wait a second... We still haven't heard who this old guy is!)
Raise an objection
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait a minute! The witness hasn't stated his name yet!"
Let it slide
Phoenix:
(On second thought, I guess it doesn't really matter.)
Maya:
Doesn't matter!? What are you thinking, Nick!? What if that old man had something to do with the DL-6 Incident? If we don't find out who he is, we won't be able to build a case here!
Phoenix:
(Hmm, she has a point.)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait a minute! The witness hasn't stated his name yet!"
Phoenix:
Wait a minute! The witness hasn't stated his name yet!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Because I did not ask him, Mr. Wright! Bah! I have predicted this trial will end in three minutes! Stop asking trivial questions and cooperate!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, right!)
Judge:
The witness will state his name.
Uncle:
Zzzz... ... Mmph! Well, er... I'm not really sure, ayup.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Uncle:
My, er, memory...
Karma:
Your honor... The witness does not remember anything beyond the last several years... Ergo, he cannot recall his own name.
Judge:
Hmm... he can't recall, you say?
Karma:
Yes, but the incident in question took place three days ago. He can testify.
Judge:
Very well. Let's hear his testimony then, shall we. Witness?
Witness Testimony
-- The Night of the Murder --
Uncle:
It was the night of the 24th, just after midnight, ayup.
I was in the restaurant... where I er... rent boats, as usual.
Then I heard a "bang!" Ayup.
When I looked out the window, I saw a boat just a' floating on the lake.
Then I heard another "bang."
Just about then the boat comes back to the shore, and a man walks by my window.
Judge:
Hmm...Very well. I'd like to begin the cross-examination...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
There is nothing to question in my witness's testimony! Ergo, no need for cross-examination! Besides, there are only 10 seconds left before our three minutes are up! Judge! Your verdict, now!
Judge:
Er... yes... M-Mr. Wright...?
Cross-examine
Phoenix:
What are you saying!? Of course I'll cross-examine the witness!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, you may begin.
Leads to:
"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"
Don't cross-examine
Phoenix:
(He's right. That testimony sounded pretty solid. Maybe I should hold back.)
Maya:
B-but, Nick! You have to cross-examine him! This is your only chance to turn this trial around! Your last chance!
Phoenix:
(O-oh... right.)
Leads to:
"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"
Karma:
Raaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Judge:
E-excuse me? Mr. von Karma?
Karma:
Three minutes just passed.
Judge:
I see. Well then, let's just take our time. You may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- The Night of the Murder --
Uncle:
It was the night of the 24th, just after midnight, ayup.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Just after midnight," you say?
Uncle:
Ayup, just around then.
Phoenix:
Are you sure?
Uncle:
Pretty sure, ayup.
Phoenix:
When I talked to you yesterday, you were rather vague about the time... I'm surprised you seem so sure about it today.
Uncle:
...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
I asked him, and he remembered. Isn't that right!?
Uncle:
Zzzz... D-don't glare at me like that...! I, er... I remembered it clearly, I did. Ayup.
Karma:
You see? Continue!
Uncle:
I was in the restaurant... where I er... rent boats, as usual.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Is there anyone who can verify that?
Uncle:
... Well, I guess Polly could.
Phoenix:
Th-that's not good enough for a court of law!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... exactly what's not good enough?
Phoenix:
Ah, uh, Your Honor, this "Polly" is a parrot.
Judge:
A... parrot?
Uncle:
Don't be so hard on the girl, Keithy-boy!
Judge:
Keith...?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The prosecution concedes that we cannot prove the witness was in the shop. Witness... please continue.
Uncle:
Then I heard a "bang!" Ayup.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And where did the "bang" seem to come from?
Uncle:
From the lake, I figure.
Karma:
Are you certain?
Uncle:
A-ayup.
Karma:
Good. Continue!
Uncle:
When I looked out the window, I saw a boat just a' floating on the lake.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was there someone in the boat?
Uncle:
It was pretty far out there... I couldn't see clearly... But I figure there was two men out there, ayup.
Phoenix:
But you couldn't see them clearly!
Uncle:
Ayup... at the time, that is.
Phoenix:
(At the time...?)
Uncle:
Then I heard another "bang."
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you heard two gunshots total?
Uncle:
Ayup.
Phoenix:
(That's what Lotta said in her testimony yesterday.)
Uncle:
Just about then the boat comes back to the shore, and a man walks by my window.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"By your window"?
Uncle:
Ayup, by my window. Right outside the window of my little shack.
Phoenix:
And, could you see the man's face?
Uncle:
Well, the fog was pretty darn thick, but he was right there in front of me. I saw him.
Judge:
This is rather important detail! Please add it to your testimony.
Uncle:
...
Karma:
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Phoenix:
(I have a bad feeling about this...)
Add statement:
"That man was the defendant... he was saying "I can't believe he's dead.""
Uncle:
That man was the defendant... he was saying "I can't believe he's dead."
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"A-are you sure!?"
Phoenix:
(If I know von Karma, he spent time preparing his witness. I'm not going to find contradictions very easily in this testimony. Whew... it's tough being a lawyer.)
Phoenix:
A-are you sure!?
Uncle:
...
Phoenix:
(Uh oh!) D-Dad!
Uncle:
Dead certain, Keith! He said "I can't believe he's dead" as he was walking by, too.
Karma:
Witness! Are you sure that the person you saw was Miles Edgeworth!?
Uncle:
It was him! That Edgeworth boy!
Judge:
... This... sounds like decisive evidence indeed. I see no room for doubt.
Phoenix:
(von Karma... He lured me into cross-examining so he could set me up for a fall!)
Karma:
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Maya:
N-Nick...! I don't like the way things are going here! Everyone in the courtroom is glaring at us!
Phoenix:
(I'd better act quick, or this trial is going to be over!)
Raise an objection
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! We proved in yesterday's court that it could not have been Edgeworth who fired the gun!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Mr. Wright. Are you referring to the fingerprints from Edgeworth's right hand found on the gun, and the photograph showing a man firing with his left hand...?
Phoenix:
Exactly!
Karma:
That is easily explainable! He could have wiped his prints after he fired! You are ignoring the truth of the matter here! Everything in this witness's testimony is true!
Leads to:
"Hmm..."
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(But... how can I raise an objection without any proof?)
Karma:
Judge! There is no room for doubt in the witness's testimony! I demand that you declare your verdict!
Leads to:
"Hmm..."
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(The judge is lost in thought... what should I do?)
Raise an objection
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! This witness claims that Edgeworth said "I can' t believe he's dead"... But his word is all we have! If he were telling a lie...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Mr. Wright. In a court of law, the evidence tells all. Apparently, you have yet to realize even this basic fact. If you say his testimony is a lie, show us proof!
Phoenix:
Urk...
Maya:
Nick! Do we have evidence...?
Leads to:
"It's no good! There's nothing I can do."
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(I can't see any room to raise an objection... I'd better hold back and see how things develop.)
Maya:
Nick! We have to do something! If we stay quiet now, Mr. Edgeworth'll be found guilty for sure!
Leads to:
"It's no good! There's nothing I can do."
Phoenix:
It's no good! There's nothing I can do.
Maya:
A... are you sure?
Phoenix:
To be honest... I don't know what to do anymore.
Maya:
Please... Can you hear me, Sis? Please... We need your help... Nick needs you...
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Three minutes was perhaps too high an expectation. However, fifteen minutes isn't bad! This must be a new record.
Judge:
Enough! The witness may leave the stand.
Uncle:
Zzzz...
Judge:
This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts.
Phoenix:
(W-what!? No!)
Karma:
Hmph.
Judge:
This court find the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
W-w-waaaaaaait!
Judge:
Wh-who was that just now?
Me!!!
Phoenix:
Huh? Waaaaah! L-Larry!
Judge:
Wh-what are you doing here!?
Butz:
Listen! Y-you gotta listen to me! I... I was...  I was there, in the park, the night of the murder! I... I wasn't sure about it until just yesterday.  B-but today I remembered it!
Judge:
Remembered what?
Butz:
The gunshot! I heard it too!
Judge:
O-order!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
What is the meaning of this!? The verdict has been decided! I call for adjournment!
Judge:
One moment, Mr. von Karma. So, you say you heard a gunshot?
Butz:
Yeah, I did! A gunshot! That night! I was sitting here in the audience, listening to the testimony... Then I realized, something he said was different from what I remember! A-anyhow, I can't just sit here and let you call Edgey a murderer!  It's... It's just not right! I'll testify! Lemme testify!
Judge:
Order! Order! Well, this is the first time something has happened like this in my court. I'm not quite sure how to proceed...
Karma:
Judge! You've already given your decision! The trial is over!
Maya:
Nick! This is it! Larry's given us one final chance at this!
Phoenix:
(She's right! If only it wasn't Larry... He could make things even worse...)
Maya:
Mr. Edgeworth was just declared guilty, Nick! It doesn't get any worse!
Phoenix:
You're right! Okay! Your Honor! If there is another witness, it is our duty to hear him speak! Right here! Right now!
Karma:
A waste of time! The verdict cannot be overturned!
Judge:
Hmm... ... ... Allow me to speak my opinion. In all court proceedings, it is our duty to prevent an inaccurate verdict. In order to make sure no mistake has been made, every witness should be heard!
Karma:
Wh-what is this!?
Judge:
I withdraw my previous verdict of "guilty"! Mr. von Karma! I order you to call this new witness to testify. Now!
Karma:
Whaaaat!
Judge:
The court will adjourn for a five minute recess. After that, we will hear this new witness. Court is adjourned!
December 27, 10:28 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
Whew... That was too close. Sorry to keep you on the edge of your seat like that, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I've seen worse.
Phoenix:
(Yeah right, Edgeworth. You're sweating bullets!) I just wonder what Larry plans to say in there.
Maya:
Larry was at the lake that night?
Phoenix:
Yes... He said he went looking for the Steel Samurai balloon that flew into the lake.
Maya:
Oh right. And he found the balloon and the air tank that night?
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Hey, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
... Huh? You say something, Wright?
Phoenix:
Yeah, a lot of things. You seem out of it. What's wrong?
Edgeworth:
It... it's nothing.
Phoenix:
Hmm?
Maya:
Umm... Mr. Edgeworth? There's something I've been meaning to ask you.
Edgeworth:
What's that?
Maya:
Why are your fingerprints on the murder weapon?
Edgeworth:
Oh. When he fell into the lake, I went into a daze. I couldn't understand what had happened. I couldn't think straight. Then I saw the pistol lying on the floor of the boat in front of me. I picked it up without thinking. I didn't have a reason, really.
Maya:
I see...
Edgeworth:
Wright...
Phoenix:
Yeah?
Edgeworth:
This might be our chance.
Phoenix:
Our chance?
Edgeworth:
von Karma has only ever run perfect trials.
Phoenix:
Perfect trials...?
Edgeworth:
Perfectly prepared witnesses, perfectly complete evidence. That's the secret to his success. This is the first time he's ever had to deal with something unexpected! He has let someone he hasn't even talked to testify before the court! And that someone... is Larry!
Phoenix:
What are you getting at?
Edgeworth:
It's likely his testimony will be full of holes, Wright.
Maya:
That's right, Nick! No ten minute trial this time! We'll milk this one for all it's worth!
Phoenix:
Hey, it was fifteen minutes! Fifteen! (Everything depends on Larry now...)
December 27, 10:35 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court is now back in session. Witness... Please testify to the court about everything that you saw... on the night of December 24th.
Butz:
Right... leave it to me!
Phoenix:
(Please, Larry, don't mess this one up!!! I hate to admit it, but you're our last chance!)
Karma:
...
Phoenix:
(von Karma didn't even have time to prep his witness. I just hope Edgeworth is right about this being our big break...)
Witness Testimony
-- The Night of the Murder --
Butz:
That night, I was out in a boat on the lake.
I was looking for something and I, er, found it.
So I quietly slipped the boat back in at the rental shop dock.
Then, just as I was thinking about going home, I heard this "bang"!
I looked out over the lake, but I didn't notice the boat.
So after I heard that single gunshot I went home.
Judge:
Hmm... That was an unusually vague testimony, even for this court. In any matter, Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor...
Maya:
What's wrong, Nick?
Phoenix:
It's Larry! I have no idea what he's going to say if I press him. I'm a little scared.
Maya:
Hmm... Well, we've come this far. There's no way to go but forward, Nick!
Cross Examination
-- The Night of the Murder --
Butz:
That night, I was out in a boat on the lake.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Something wrong, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
There were so many things wrong I don't know where to begin...
Judge:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Um, well, okay. First of all, what time was it?
Butz:
Oh, it was after 11:00 when I went out in the boat. By that time everyone had gone home for the night. So I waited until the coast was clear, so to speak.
Phoenix:
And why were you out on a boat at such a late hour...?
Butz:
I was looking for something and I, er, found it.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Looking for something"...?
Butz:
Er, yeah.
Judge:
Mr. Butz, what was it you were looking for?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
What the witness was searching for is irrelevant! Most likely he was hunting for this "Gourdy"!
Phoenix:
(You know, it wouldn't surprise me one bit if that was the truth.)
Karma:
This is all irrelevant! Let's get it over with.
Butz:
So I quietly slipped the boat back in at the rental shop dock.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Around what time was that?
Butz:
Uh... Well, let's see... I figured I was out searching for about an hour... I guess it was around 12:00. Yeah.
Judge:
You're not sure?
Butz:
Hey! Don't give me that face! I'm not some sort of human sundial, okay!?
Phoenix:
(People use watches these days, Larry...)
Butz:
Then, just as I was thinking about going home, I heard this "bang"!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Where did the sound come from?
Butz:
Yeah, well, I wasn't too sure about that. I looked around, y'know.
Judge:
Did you look at the lake?
Butz:
Yeah, I looked.
Butz:
I looked out over the lake, but I didn't notice the boat.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Wasn't there a boat on the lake!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Well? Mr. Butz!
Butz:
Whoa, whoa. Everybody just calm down, okay? I mean, it was real foggy that night. I'm not sure whether there was a boat out there or not.
Phoenix:
(Oh, okay, no problem. That's just the MOST IMPORTANT PART of the case!!!)
Karma:
Hmph!
Butz:
So after I heard that single gunshot I went home.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you only heard one "bang" correct?
Butz:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
(Huh.)
Present Lotta's Deposition
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"W-wait a sec, Larry!"
Maya:
Well, Nick?
Phoenix:
Hmm... It was a pretty wishy-washy testimony, wasn't it? I guess I should just start working on the contradictions.
Maya:
Sorry...
I wish I could be more helpful. I wish I could call my sister...
Phoenix:
W-wait a sec, Larry!
Butz:
Wh-what!?
Phoenix:
You only heard one "bang"!? You're sure!?
Butz:
That's what I said!
Phoenix:
But Mr. Lotta Hart testified yesterday that she heard two "bang"s! And the old man just now said the same thing! They both heard two gunshots that night!
Butz:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Were you even listening!? Were you paying attention at all to what they said?
Butz:
Yo, Nick, please!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Butz:
You know, something's been bothering me. I'm a witness, see? I'm like a customer here! So you got to treat me nice and stuff, okay!?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Mr. Butz.
Butz:
What!?
Judge:
You only heard one gunshot? Are you sure?
Butz:
... Umm... Well, to tell ya the truth... I'm not sure.
Judge:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
Not sure!? H-how could you not be sure?
Butz:
Yeah, well... I, uh, I might have missed the other gunshot. I was, uh, listening to something else...
Phoenix:
Something... else?
Butz:
My radio, dude! On my headphones.
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! And stop that booing! M-Mr. Butz! You were listening to a radio on earphones?
Butz:
Y-yeah! So what! That a crime!? I listen to my radio! Everybody listens to the radio! What's the big deal!?
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. von Karma... your opinion?
Karma:
Waste of time. I do not accept this witness, nor his shoddy testimony.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright? Should he continue the testimony?
That's enough
Phoenix:
(No, I think I've heard enough. This is all too embarrassing... In fact, I think we've all heard enough.)
Maya:
What are you saying, Nick!? If you stop now, Mr. Edgeworth will be found guilty! We have to turn this trial around now!
Phoenix:
Uh...
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
Continue
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
Phoenix:
Your Honor. Please... please allow the witness to continue his testimony.
Karma:
Bah! Nothing is more pitiful than a lawyer who doesn't know when he's lost!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Butz. Please give your testimony, and be sure to include details like your RADIO.
Butz:
Right! Leave it to me!
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't if there were any other way out of this, believe me.)
Witness Testimony
-- What Larry Heard --
Butz:
It's lonely, being alone on Christmas Eve!
That's why I was listening to an all-requests show on the radio, see?
I was listening to it real booming loud, like.
But I'm sure I heard that gunshot!
I remember exactly what the DJ was saying when I heard it, too.
Judge:
You were listening to your radio... at a high volume!?
Butz:
Yeah, what's the big problem? Can't a man listen to his radio in peace? Isn't this a free country!?
Phoenix:
(I truly believe Larry has no idea what the problem is.)
Karma:
Judge. Can you believe a word this witness says? What he heard was probably nothing more than a drum beat from the radio!
Judge:
True enough, it is difficult to believe this testimony.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Wait, Your Honor! The witness said he remembers exactly what the DJ said when he heard the gunshot!
Judge:
Excuse me? "Dee-jay"...?
Phoenix:
An announcer... the guy who says things on the radio. Anyway! What this means is, when he heard the sound, no music was playing! The DJ only talks between songs! So he could have heard the gunshot from the lake! I'd like to cross-examine the witness, Your Honor!
Judge:
V-very well, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I can't believe I'm continuing this charade...)
Cross Examination
-- What Larry Heard --
Butz:
It's lonely, being alone on Christmas Eve!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you turned on the radio?
Butz:
Right! I just wanted to hear someone's voice, y'know? You don't know what it's like out there, alone, on Christmas Eve! Alone!
Phoenix:
(I shouldn't have said anything...)
Butz:
That's why I was listening to an all-requests show on the radio, see?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Do you by any chance remember the name of the program you were listening to?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
This has nothing to do with the case, Your Honor!
Judge:
Objection sustained. The witness was listening to the radio. That is all we need to know. Tell us, Mr. Butz, how loud was your radio set to that night?
Butz:
I was listening to it real booming loud, like.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Real "booming" loud?
Butz:
Yeah, y'know.
Judge:
And you had headphones on?
Butz:
Yup.
Judge:
I wouldn't think you could hear anything going on outside at all...
Butz:
But I'm sure I heard that gunshot!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Can you prove that...? No... no, of course you can't.
Butz:
Nah, I can't prove it. But I remember that moment real clear. I mean, while I was talking about it, it came back real clear to me, y'know?
Butz:
I remember exactly what the DJ was saying when I heard it, too.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What did he say?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Mr. Wright! Please cease these pointless questions! What possible good could knowing what a radio DJ said do us!?
Judge:
Indeed, Mr. von Karma has a point. I'll allow the question only if you see some reason why we should care...?
We don't care
Phoenix:
(Hmm... right. I didn't really have a deep reason for asking that question, now that I think about it.) Understood, Your Honor. I withdraw my question.
Judge:
Continue your examination of the witness, then.
Phoenix:
(This is getting nowhere...)
We should care
Leads to:
"We should care, Your Honor! Of course we should!"
Phoenix:
We should care, Your Honor! Of course we should!
Karma:
Why?
Phoenix:
Uh. W-well, how do you know if we don't ask, hmm?
Judge:
Fine, very well. Mr. Butz, please testify to the court. What was the radio announcer saying when you heard the gunshot?
Add statement:
"Just when she said "Hey! It's almost Christmas!" I heard the gunshot!"
Butz:
Just when she said "Hey! It's almost Christmas!" I heard the gunshot!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure?
Butz:
Course I am! She had this real sexy voice...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe von Karma was right. I'm not sure how that helped us at all.)
Present Lake Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Larry! Are you absolutely sure what you're saying is correct!?
Butz:
Huh? What's with the face? You look scary, dude. Hey, if you're trying to scare me, you better know I don't scare that easy!
Judge:
Is something the matter, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Did you hear what the witness just said? The DJ said "Hey! It's almost Christmas!" when he heard the gunshot!
Judge:
Indeed... And...?
Phoenix:
"Almost Christmas" means it wasn't Christmas! Do you realize what this means? When he heard the gunshot, it was still Christmas Eve!!!
Judge:
That would seem to be the case, yes...
Phoenix:
But he should have heard that gunshot after midnight! This photograph is irrefutable proof of this fact!
Judge:
Let's see what the time was on the photo taken when the gun triggered Ms. Hart's camera. < 12/25 00:15 >...! Fifteen minutes after midnight, on Christmas Day!
Leads to:
"This is a clear contradiction, Your Honor!"
Present Lotta's Deposition
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Larry! Are you absolutely sure what you're saying is correct!?
Butz:
Huh? What's with the face? You look scary, dude. Hey, if you're trying to scare me, you better know I don't scare that easy!
Judge:
Is something the matter, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Did you hear what the witness just said? The DJ said "Hey! It's almost Christmas!" when he heard the gunshot!
Judge:
Indeed... And...?
Phoenix:
"Almost Christmas" means it wasn't Christmas! Do you realize what this means? When he heard the gunshot, it was still Christmas Eve!!!
Judge:
That would seem to be the case, yes...
Phoenix:
But that contradicts the two testimonies we have heard, Your Honor! Both Ms. Hart and the old man said it was after midnight when they heard the shots! In other words... When they heard the gunshots, it was already Christmas!!!
Leads to:
"This is a clear contradiction, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
(This is the most ludicrous testimony I've ever heard. But there is one gleaming ray of hope in there! I've got to press it until we get to the bottom of what happened!)
Phoenix:
This is a clear contradiction, Your Honor!
Judge:
Order! Order! What does this mean? The two prior witnesses heard gunshots after midnight. However, this witness says he heard a gunshot before midnight...
Karma:
Judge. The answer is simple. The current witness is plainly mistaken. Just look at him! Suspicious!
Butz:
Wh-whaaat!?
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright? What do you think about Mr. Butz's claim that he heard the gunshot before midnight?
Larry's wrong
Phoenix:
Well... I guess, it had to have been Larry's mistake.
Karma:
Hah!
Judge:
Very well.
Butz:
W-w-waaaaait! I come up here, I give you a riveting testimony... And you laugh it off as some kinda mistake!? What about me!? How can you call yourself a friend, Nick? How!? Get used to disappointment!!!
Phoenix:
...
Leads back to:
"Well, Mr. Wright?"
Larry's right
Leads to:
"Larry's not mistaken, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
Larry's not mistaken, Your Honor! He heard that gunshot before midnight!
Karma:
... Intriguing. I'm assuming you have evidence for this wild claim? Show me evidence there was a gunshot before midnight!
Present Second Lake Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Look at this photograph! This was taken by our witness yesterday, Ms. Lotta Hart, with her automatic camera. The timestamp on the photo reads "December 24, 11:50 PM."
Judge:
Oh yeah? Hmm? But, there's nothing on the lake in this picture.
Phoenix:
Your Honor. The real issue here is not why nothing is shown in the photograph. It is why this photograph exists at all!
Judge:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Your Honor... This photograph was taken by an automatic camera. That camera was set to go off in response to loud noises!
Judge:
Ahah!
Phoenix:
Correct! There was a loud noise on the lake at 11:50 PM. That is why this photograph was taken! In other words... When Larry heard that gunshot, it was most definitely Christmas Eve!
Judge:
Indeed, it would seem that is the case! Then... where does that leave us? Ms. Hart testified that she heard the gunshots after midnight. Are you claiming she was mistaken?
Phoenix:
Not at all, Your Honor. It is a fact that the camera also triggered at 15 minutes after midnight! Your Honor! That night, there were two sets of gunshots, with a 25 minute pause between them!
Judge:
Why would this be...?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Don't be fooled, Judge! That camera was set to respond to "loud noises"!
Judge:
Yes?
Karma:
There is no proof that the "loud noise" at 11:50 was a gunshot! Why, the witness could have sneezed, triggering the camera!
Butz:
H-hey, my noise was clear that night, man! Clear!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright? There's no turning back now. Can you prove that the "loud noise" at 11:50 PM was indeed a gunshot? Please show the court evidence if you have any.
Present Pistol
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is my evidence."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... Is that a smirk I see?
Phoenix:
Er, Your Honor... sorry, I wasn't really sure about the evidence.
Judge:
Don't show us evidence you aren't confident in Mr. Wright! I'll ask you again.
Leads back to:
"Can you prove that the "loud noise" at 11:50 PM was indeed a gunshot?"
Phoenix:
This is my evidence.
Judge:
The... murder weapon?
Phoenix:
Something about this pistol was bothering me, Your Honor. Both of the witnesses who testified yesterday heard two gunshots. However, the murder weapon was fired three times. When, then, was the last shot fired? Only now have I realized the truth. That third shot was the shot Larry heard just before midnight!
Leads to:
"Order! Order!"
Present Pistol
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is my evidence.
Judge:
The... murder weapon?
Phoenix:
Something about this pistol was bothering me, Your Honor. Both of the witnesses who testified yesterday heard two gunshots. However, the murder weapon was fired three times. When, then, was the last shot fired? Only now have I realized the truth. That third shot was the shot Larry heard just before midnight!
Judge:
Order! Order! Hmm... I guess that would make sense out of yesterday's testimonies.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Bah! You waste our time again with your empty statements! Yes, the pistol was fired three times. But do you have any proof that it was fired before midnight!? Do you have proof that the witness didn't just "think" he heard something?
Judge:
Indeed... Well, Mr. Wright? There's no turning back now. Do you have evidence that proves there was a gunshot before midnight? Do you have evidence that proves Mr. Butz wasn't just hearing things?
Present Second Lake Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Look at this photograph!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... Is that a smirk I see?
Phoenix:
Er, Your Honor... sorry, I wasn't really sure about the evidence.
Judge:
Don't show us evidence you aren't confident in Mr. Wright! I'll ask you again.
Leads back to:
"Do you have evidence that proves there was a gunshot before midnight?"
Phoenix:
Look at this photograph! This was taken by our witness yesterday, Ms. Lotta Hart, with her automatic camera. The timestamp on the photo reads "December 24, 11:50 PM."
Judge:
Oh yeah? Hmm? But, there's nothing on the lake in this picture.
Phoenix:
Your Honor. The real issue here is not why nothing is shown in the photograph. It is why this photograph exists at all!
Judge:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Your Honor... This photograph was taken by an automatic camera. That camera was set to go off in response to loud noises!
Judge:
Ahah!
Phoenix:
Correct! There was a loud noise on the lake at 11:50 PM. That is why this photograph was taken! In other words... There was a gunshot at the time that Larry claims!
Leads to:
"Order! Order!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Karma:
I have a favorite saying. I'd like to share it with the court. "Youth and stupidity go hand in hand." Get rid of both, and I'll allow you show me this rubbish you call "evidence"!!!
Phoenix:
(In other words, I picked the wrong evidence to show him...)
Karma:
... I can tell from your face you haven't learned your lesson. Very well, try again. Show us your evidence!
Leads back to:
"Show me evidence there was a gunshot before midnight!"
Judge:
Order! Order! Hmm... That would make sense of the evidence we've seen so far. ... However... This leaves me wondering exactly what did happen that night on the lake.
Karma:
Exactly! If this is true, there were two sets of gunshots, separated by 25 minutes! One at 11:50, another at 15 minutes after midnight! Why, I ask you! Why!?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, I'd better think of something quick! ... Wait a second...! Gunshots separated by 25 minutes...?) Aaaaaaaaaaah!
Maya:
Wh-what's wrong, Nick?
Phoenix:
I have it! I have it!
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Remember the case with the Steel Samurai!?
Maya:
Huh? Yeah, of course I remember...
Phoenix:
The murderer in this case had the same idea as the murderer in that case!
Maya:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
Yes!?
Phoenix:
If we don't figure this out now, we'll never overturn Edgeworth's guilty verdict! I've got a hunch, and I'm going to run with it...
Maya:
Right! I mean... is this safe?
Phoenix:
Safe? We've already gotten a guilty verdict! We have nothing to lose!
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
You just watch and let me know if I say anything that sounds fishy, okay?
Maya:
Right, Nick!
Phoenix:
Your Honor!
Judge:
Y-yes, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
The testimony just now has cleared up this entire case!
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Wright!?
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... So, you've finally realized the truth? There can be no other murderer here than Miles Edgeworth himself.
Phoenix:
Wrong, von Karma! A man was shot that night, but it wasn't Edgeworth who did the shooting!
Karma:
Listen, rookie. Take a deep breath, and consider the facts. At the time of the murder, one boat was on the lake. This was shown by the witness's photograph. The defendant, Edgeworth, and victim, Robert Hammond, were on that boat. There was a gunshot fired on that boat, and Robert Hammond fell into the lake. The distance of the shooting was one meter. It couldn't have been suicide! Well? The guilty party has to be the other man on that boat!
Judge:
I admit, it is hard to imagine any other possibility.
Phoenix:
Yes... But this assumes that the victim was shot at 15 minutes after midnight.
Judge:
... What do you mean by that, Mr. Wright? We have photographic evidence of the time of the shooting. The timestamp on the photo says 00:15.
Phoenix:
But Larry heard a gunshot 25 minutes before that! Robert Hammond was killed then! 25 minutes before the shot on the lake! (That's the only way that Edgeworth could be innocent!)
Judge:
...
Karma:
... Mr. Wright. Are you quite mad? Explain who this is sitting on the boat!
The murderer and Hammond
Phoenix:
It was the murderer and Robert Hammond!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
What are you saying!? That contradicts what you just told the court. You said that Robert Hammond had been killed 25 minutes before this gunshot!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, that's right.
Judge:
Also, might I mention... The defendant, Mr. Edgeworth, has admitted to being on that boat.
Phoenix:
Er, right, Your Honor. (Crash and burn...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Your client has already been declared guilty once! I'm going to have to penalize you for this foolishness.
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
Karma:
Bah! I'll ask you again!
Leads back to:
"Explain who this is sitting on the boat!"
Edgeworth and the murderer
Leads to:
"Of course, it was Edgeworth and the murderer!"
Edgeworth and Hammond
Phoenix:
Miles Edgeworth and Robert Hammond!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Yes, I believe you are mad! That is exactly what I've been telling the court this whole time! You're agreeing with me! And yet, what did you just say? That Robert Hammond had been killed 25 minutes before the shot on the boat!?
Phoenix:
Y-yes, that's what I said! I was just testing you, von Karma!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Your client has already been declared guilty once! I'm going to have to penalize you for this foolishness.
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
Karma:
Bah! I'll ask you again!
Leads back to:
"Explain who this is sitting on the boat!"
Phoenix:
Of course, it was Edgeworth and the murderer! After the murderer killed Robert Hammond at 11:50... He assumed the guise of Mr. Hammond and met Edgeworth!
Judge:
Wh... What!? Are you serious?
Phoenix:
Yes. Edgeworth won't tell us why he went to the lake that night. However, I have a hunch. That night, Robert Hammond called Edgeworth to the lake. Now, Edgeworth didn't know Robert Hammond's face that well. That's why he didn't suspect anything when the murderer took Robert Hammond's place!
Judge:
... I'm not sure what to make of all this.
Karma:
L-Ludicrous!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Tell us the name of the murderer then!
Phoenix:
The murderer's name...? Right! It's...
Miles Edgeworth
Phoenix:
(On second thought, that's a really dumb answer... I might get a laugh or two out of the crowd, but that's about it.)
Maya:
Uh, Nick? Something on your mind?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, uh, nothing. Hah hah. *groan*
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Stop laughing and tell us who the murderer is!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"The murderer's name...? Right! It's..."
Lotta Hart
Phoenix:
The murderer is none other than Ms. Lotta Hart!
Judge:
... The investigative photographer...?
Phoenix:
Um, yes.
Judge:
You're saying that young lady dressed up like Robert Hammond and fooled Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
Y-yes, well, she did look sort of manly.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
I am ashamed I actually listened to this utter nonsense. Listen! You came to this conclusion based on a piece of evidence. That is, this photograph taken at 11:50. If you didn't have this photograph, you never would have made this claim! Correct? And just who was it who went out of her way to give you that piece of evidence?
Phoenix:
...! It was... Lotta Hart.
Karma:
Why would the murderer go to all that trouble just to deliver you decisive evidence!
Phoenix:
... I guess... they wouldn't.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I'm going to penalize you for this.
Phoenix:
(Whoops.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Can you really tell us the name of the murderer!?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, he looks suspicious! I'd better bluff and bluff good!)
Leads back to:
"The murderer's name...? Right! It's..."
I don't know
Leads to:
"Actually, I don't know the murderer's name."
Phoenix:
Actually, I don't know the murderer's name.
Judge:
Y-you don't know!?
Karma:
Bah! Again, you waste my time!
Phoenix:
I don't know because he never told us!
Karma:
...!
Phoenix:
The murderer is the caretaker of the boat shop, that old man! At 11:50, he was the one who killed Robert Hammond.
Judge:
The caretaker of the boat shop!? Wh-where did he do this!? There weren't any boats on the lake then!
Phoenix:
Why would he have to go all the way out on the lake just to shoot someone? May I suggest... That the real scene of the crime was not in a boat!
Judge:
What!? W-well then, where did the murder take place!?
Phoenix:
(Show the judge where the murder really took place!)
Present Boat Rental Shop
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here, of course! The boat shop, where he lives."
Present Gourd Lake Woods
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It was here!
Judge:
... Where Ms. Hart, the photographer was camping?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Judge:
Why would the caretaker of the boat shop go there to kill someone?
Phoenix:
It was probably an honest mistake.
Judge:
The caretaker made a mistake?
Phoenix:
No, I did.
Judge:
... Maybe you'd like to show us again?
Leads back to:
"(Show the judge where the murder really took place!)"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Around here, maybe?
Judge:
Around... where? You have some reason for thinking this?
Phoenix:
Yes, well... Maybe because there's no good reason, the murderer knew we'd never expect it!
Judge:
... Try again.
Phoenix:
(He wasn't even surprised I goofed up.)
Leads back to:
"(Show the judge where the murder really took place!)"
Phoenix:
Here, of course! The boat shop, where he lives. That way he could meet with the victim without anyone seeing!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Do you have proof that the boat shop was the scene of the crime!?
Phoenix:
Recall Larry's testimony if you will. That night he was out on the lake in a boat, searching for something. He finds it, and returns the boat. Then, just as he's starting to head for home, he hears a gunshot! He heard a gunshot, Your Honor! Even though he was wearing headphones at the time! In other words, the gunshot was very, very close by! And where would that be if he had just returned a boat?
Judge:
The boat shop...! Mr. Wright! What happened that night on Gourd Lake!? Please tell the court, from the beginning!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Maya:
Nick, are you sure about this...?
Phoenix:
Um, not really. But, I think if I start at the very beginning... And I take it slow, I must just be able to figure this out...
Phoenix:
That night... The caretaker of the boat shop called Robert Hammond to his shop. This was around 11:50. That was when the gunshot that Larry heard was fired. After that, the caretaker put on Robert Hammond's coat... He became Robert Hammond! Then he got in the boat with Edgeworth, and went out into the middle of the lake.
Judge:
Then... who fired the pistol on the boat, Mr. Wright?
Miles Edgeworth
Phoenix:
It was Miles Edgeworth...
Maya:
N-Nick! How could that be!? Wasn't the old man holding the pistol!?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah. Good thinking!
Maya:
That was easy, Nick! What I'm worried about is what you're thinking!
Leads to:
"Of course, it was the murderer who shot the pistol."
The boat shop caretaker
Leads to:
"Of course, it was the murderer who shot the pistol."
Phoenix:
Of course, it was the murderer who shot the pistol. He shot twice. Both missed Edgeworth, on purpose.
Judge:
Wait a minute...
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Judge:
Why would he shoot twice if he didn't mean to hit anyone?
Phoenix:
Uh... (Details! Details!)
Karma:
Know this, Mr. Wright. The moment you run out of explanations is the moment you lose. Tell us why the murderer had to fire twice!
Because the first shot missed
Phoenix:
B-because the first shot missed?
Judge:
Missed?
Phoenix:
Yeah, he was aiming for Edgeworth, and he missed...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
What are you saying!? Did you not just tell us that he missed Edgeworth on purpose!?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, uh, right. (Uh oh... I'd better figure out just what it is I'm trying to prove here.)
Leads to:
"I believe he shot twice to create a witness, Your Honor."
To create a witness
Leads to:
"I believe he shot twice to create a witness, Your Honor."
Phoenix:
I believe he shot twice to create a witness, Your Honor.
Judge:
Create a witness...?
Phoenix:
The murderer lifts his pistol and fires one shot. That ensures that anyone who heard the shot would look at the lake. Indeed, Ms. Hart did exactly that after hearing the first gunshot. Next! The murderer waits a bit and he fires again. Then... The murderer jumps from the boat himself! Leaving the pistol in the boat behind him.
Judge:
... I see! To someone looking from the edge of the lake... It would appear that one of the men on the boat had shot the other!
Phoenix:
The murderer didn't know about the automatic camera, of course. That's why he shot twice to draw attention to the boat!
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Once you realize that, everything else falls into place! The boat shop caretaker swam back to his shop. Then he put Mr. Hammond's coat back on the body. And threw the body into the lake! This is what happened, Your Honor. These are the events that transpired that night on Gourd Lake.
Judge:
...
Karma:
...
...
Judge:
... Bailiff! Bring out the witness from before! The boat shop caretaker! Quickly!
Judge:
Very well. While we are waiting for the caretaker... I would like to ask the defendant, Miles Edgeworth, a few questions. Mr. Edgeworth. Please take the stand.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth... You heard what the defense has said?
Edgeworth:
Yes.
Judge:
Well? Why did you go to the lake that night?
Edgeworth:
... What Wright has said was mostly correct. Astonishingly so, actually. Yes... Several days ago, I received a letter. The letter was signed, "Robert Hammond." He asked me to come to the boat shop by the lake at midnight on Christmas Eve. He said he had something very important to discuss with me.
Judge:
Something important?
Edgeworth:
... I'm sorry. I can't say what it was.
Judge:
Hmm...
Guard:
Your Honor, sir!
Judge:
Bailiff! We are conducting a trial here, I ask that you remain quiet...
Guard:
The witness has disappeared! He isn't at the boat shop, either!
Judge:
What!?
Guard:
What should I do?
Judge:
F-find him, quickly! We cannot allow him to get away!
Judge:
Mr. von Karma! Your witness has disappeared!
Karma:
... A search warrant has already been issued.
Judge:
Hmm... It goes without saying that I cannot declare a verdict under these circumstances. I will extend the trial until tomorrow, the final day allowed. I request that the police department utilize all its forces to find that witness! Am I understood?
Karma:
...
Judge:
One more thing. Just who is that boat shop caretaker? I think his identity has become very important to this trial. I want him, and I want to know who he is.
Karma:
...
Judge:
Very well. Court is adjourned!
December 27, 1:22 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Maya:
Yay, Nick! You did it!
Phoenix:
Yeah... Well, at least we got out from under that guilty verdict...
Maya:
And what about Larry! That was something else! Even von Karma didn't know what to do with his testimony! Larry really helped us out!
Phoenix:
Sure, once I sifted through his "unique" testimony. Still... he did save us. I just wish our cases weren't so down to the wire all the time.
Maya:
I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like it's us on trial instead of our clients!
Phoenix:
Hey, Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
...
Maya:
Umm... Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
! D-did you say something?
Maya:
Don't look so pained! I mean, it looks like you're probably going to get off the hook! You could try to smile just a little...? Relax!
Edgeworth:
... I'm sorry... But... I fear it's not over for me yet.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Wright... There's something that's been troubling me for a long time now. And I don't know whether or not to tell you...
Phoenix:
Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
No... there's so little time left. I want to tell you, to get it off my chest, but... ... Hmm. I can't make up my mind. ...
Phoenix:
What is this about, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
... It's... a nightmare I've had. A memory of a crime... that I committed.
Phoenix:
A crime you committed?
Edgeworth:
A memory... of a murder.
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court find the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Turnabout Goodbyes
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
December 27, 2:11 PMWright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
What was Mr. Edgeworth talking about...?
Edgeworth:
A memory of a crime... that I committed. A memory... of a murder.
Maya:
Do you really think Mr. Edgeworth killed...?
Phoenix:
... I don't believe it. Not Edgeworth. Some painful memory has been troubling him recently... But he'd never take someone's life! Never!
Maya:
Nick...
Butz:
Yo! How's everyone doing? Whaddya think of my performance today? I had 'em swooning in the aisles! Huh, Maya?
Maya:
S-swooning? Me? Oh... Oh, yes. I do remember feeling faint.
Butz:
Right on! Tell me the truth, it was like love at first sight, right? Right, Nick?
Phoenix:
H-huh? Me!? I... uh, well, maybe my heart skipped a beat or two...
Butz:
... I think you can do better than that! C'mon! I saved Edgeworth in there, dude! Edgey! You guys should be bowing before me! Yeah! Bow before your hero!
Present
Anything
Butz:
Woo hoo, I was hot in there. Hot!
Phoenix:
(I'm glad someone's happy about how this case is going... He seems too happy to care about anything I show him.)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 27
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Gourd Lake Entrance
Leads to:
December 27
Gourd Lake Park
Entrance
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 27
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
December 27
Grossberg Law Offices
December 27Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
... Looks like Edgeworth is back in questioning.
Maya:
We have our own questions for him! Let's come back later.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess so.
Maya:
Don't forget, okay?
December 27Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Looks like Detective Gumshoe hasn't gotten back yet.)
Police:
Gumshoe? He won't be coming back today.
Maya:
Oh... really?
Police:
He said there was some guy he had to arrest by tomorrow.
Phoenix:
(The boat shop caretaker...)
Police:
He shouted something about "catching him if it's the last thing I do, pal!"
Phoenix:
(Good luck, Gumshoe!)
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"Please! Think about what you're doing, Jolinda! Don't take my Tommy away from me! No!"
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for a nasty divorce argument.
Chief
Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
Wha...!? Th-that's not possible! The world ended... yesterday!?
Phoenix:
(He must be reading predictions for the future on someone's homepage.)
December 27Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
He's out... again.
Maya:
When does he work, anyway?
Phoenix:
Now, now. Don't be harsh. (Guess we'll have to come back later.)
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
Larry... You really helped out in the trial today.
Maya:
You did! If you weren't there, Larry, I'm sure Mr. Edgeworth would have been found guilty!
Butz:
Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah! But, seriously, Nick. That boat shop caretaker guy is pretty suspicious... But Edgey ain't off the hook yet!
Maya:
Way to spoil the mood, Larry.
Butz:
Hey, I'm just a guy sitting in the audience, you know? But from where I was sitting, Edgey seemed pretty... edgy. I mean, can you really know he's telling the truth about that night?
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Nick?
Phoenix:
I don't know. But... what I do know is... I'm going to believe in you two until the end.
Butz:
Us two?
Maya:
Edgeworth and... who else? You mean me right?
Butz:
Nah! He means me! Right, Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, you, Larry.
Maya:
Not... me? ... B-but why you, Larry!?
Butz:
Huh? Um, actually, yeah. Why me, Nick?
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Hmph. Enough with the silent treatment!
Edgeworth
Maya:
Nick... Why do you trust Mr. Edgeworth so much? I mean, he's changed recently, true. But when we first met him, he was kind of jerk, don't ya think?
Phoenix:
... You didn't know him back then. Back when he wanted to become a defense attorney.
Maya:
Wait... Was that when you two were classmates?
Phoenix:
Yes. In grade school... They saved me... Miles... And Larry. They saved me and I'll never forget it. That's why I became a defense attorney, you know.
Maya:
Whaaaat!? Hey, hey, Larry. What's he talking about?
Butz:
Huh? Uh... umm... Er, sorry. I kinda forgot.
Maya:
Hmph. Okay, Nick. Out with it! I'm going to hear this story today, and that's final!
Phoenix:
Okay, okay. It's kind of a long story, so hang in there. ... It was the beginning of Spring, 4th grade. I was on trial. A class trial.
Maya:
A c-class trial!?
The class trial (appears after Edgeworth)
Phoenix:
You remember, Larry? Spring, 4th grade? A kid in my class got his lunch money stolen.
Maya:
Lunch money?
Phoenix:
Our school was really small. Every month, kids would bring in an envelope with money for lunch from home.
Maya:
Huh, I see.
Phoenix:
Anyway, this kid's envelope disappeared. With $38.00 still inside.
Butz:
Oh... Yeah, now that you mention it, I do remember that!
Phoenix:
I can see why you'd forget, though. You were out of school that day. Anyway, the envelope had been stolen during PE class. I was coming down with a cold, so I'd skipped PE that day. I was the only one not in class.
Maya:
So... they thought you did it?
Phoenix:
Yeah. The kids in class said I should be put on trial.
Maya:
Trial...?
Phoenix:
So the next day we held a classroom trial, with me as the defendant.
Phoenix:
"I... I didn't do it!"
"Guilty!" "He did it!" "Guilty!" "It was you! "Thief!" "Give me my money back!" "You're such a meanie!" "No one play with him!" "Just admit you did it!" "You can't hide the truth!" "Tell us the truth!" "We're not gonna play with you anymore!" "Yeah, and no borrowing my eraser!" "He shouldn't be allowed in the relay race!" "Or on the library committee!" "Give me back the 50 cents I loaned you!" "Hey, did you rob that bank the other day?"
Teacher:
"Now, Phoenix, you know you shouldn't steal people's money! It's not right."
Phoenix:
In the end, even the teacher thought I'd done it.
Teacher:
"Apologize to the class, Phoenix."
Phoenix:
I... I didn't know what was happening. I was so sad... I couldn't stop crying. Everyone was staring at me like I'd done it... I tried to apologize. I went over to where the boy was sitting... ... That's when it happened.
Objection!
"He shouldn't have to apologize! The only thing that belongs in a trial is evidence! Anything else has no place! You should all be ashamed... amateurs!"
Teacher:
"M-Miles?"
Edgeworth:
"It wasn't you who stole my money, was it?"
Phoenix:
"No..."
Edgeworth:
"Then you shouldn't apologize! Everyone's been shouting you did it, but no one has any proof! That is why, Your Honor, this boy is innocent!"
Teacher:
"B-but Miles, it was your money that was stolen!"
"Yeah yeah!" "He did it! He's the one!" "We don't need proof!" "Make him say he's sorry!"
"Why don't you all just shut up!!!"
Butz:
"This is always how it is, everybody ganging up and picking on one person. Just think how he feels! He said he didn't do it, so he didn't do it!"
...
Teacher:
"Very well. I will replace the money myself. This class trial is over."
Phoenix:
That's how it happened. After that, the three of us were always friends.
Maya:
Wow... I had no idea!
Butz:
Yeah... I had no idea, either! I mean, I forgot.
Phoenix:
That's what I learned what it meant to be alone. Totally alone, without a friend in the world.
Maya:
You did a good thing, Larry!
Butz:
Um, yeah, well... I was just lucky that I took the day off from school. If I'd been there they would have thought I'd done it! So, I took it kind of personally, see.
Phoenix:
("When something smells, it's usually the Butz.")
Edgeworth's goals (appears after The class trial)
Phoenix:
Anyway, Edgeworth and I talked after that class trial. That's when I heard his father was a defense attorney. I remember, his eyes would shine when he talked about his father.
Edgeworth:
"I'm going to become a defense attorney, just like my Dad! A famous defense attorney!"
Phoenix:
Then, a few months later, he suddenly transferred to another school.
Maya:
The DL-6 Incident...
Phoenix:
Right. I'm not sure, but the transfer probably had to do with his father's death.
Maya:
That's so sad!
Phoenix:
... It was several years later when I heard Edgeworth's name again. There was an article about him in the newspaper. The headline was something like "Dark Suspicions of a Demon Attorney." Fabricating evidence, manipulating testimonies, covering up facts... The article said he'd do anything to get a guilty verdict. Anything.
Butz:
But why? What happened!? I mean, that's not the Edgey I used to know at all!
Phoenix:
That's what I thought too. I tried to get in touch with him I don't know how many times... He never replied.
Maya:
I guess he didn't want to see his old friends...
Phoenix:
I couldn't just drop it, though. I wanted to meet him, to know why he had become who he became. That's when I decided.
Maya:
...! Wait... You don't mean...? That's why!? That's why you became a defense attorney!? To meet Edgeworth!?
Phoenix:
If I was a defense attorney, I knew he's have to meet me whether he wanted to or not. In court. ... Edgeworth believed in me, and I believe in him.  He's in pain... And no one's on his side. I'm the only one who knows the real Edgeworth. I'm the only one who can help him.
Butz:
Whoa... Nick. S-so, is that why you helped me out for free?
Phoenix:
Uh... yes. I helped you because I believed in you. (Except I don't remember saying I'd do it for free...)
Butz:
Aw, Nick! Nick!!!
(Clearing "Edgeworth's goals" "Talk" option leads to:)
Maya:
Nick! We have to save Mr. Edgeworth if it's the last thing we do, okay?
Phoenix:
Right. (It very well may be...)
Maya:
First, there's that rental boat shop caretaker. We need to find out who or what he is!
Phoenix:
I'd settle for who. (I guess I can clean out some of this evidence I no longer need... ...) Okay, let's go!
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
December 27
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
December 27Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
You look grim as always.
Edgeworth:
Hmph.
Maya:
Um, Mr. Edgeworth? I heard the story about the class trial...
Edgeworth:
Class trial? What do you mean?
Maya:
You... don't remember?
Edgeworth:
No, I don't.
Maya:
Your lunch money was stolen, wasn't it? In 4th grade...?
Edgeworth:
Lunch money...? ... Oh... Oh, right. Yes, I seem to remember something like that.
Maya:
Nick. I think you're the only one who really remembers.
Phoenix:
Well, it probably only really mattered to me anyway.
Maya:
Mr. Edgeworth, didn't you know? That trial was the reason Nick became a defense attorney!
Edgeworth:
... Ridiculous!
Phoenix:
(Gee... thanks.)
Edgeworth:
That said... It does sound like that kind of thing you'd do. You haven't changed a bit, have you, Wright? So...simple. To a fault, even.
Phoenix:
Well, maybe yeah, but... I think you changed too much, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
... Perhaps.
Talk
Why prosecute?
Phoenix:
Hey, Edgeworth. Why did you become a prosecutor, anyway? You used to look up to your dad... You said you wanted to be a defense attorney, right?
Edgeworth:
... I couldn't let myself deny reality like you.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
My father was taken from me, and you want me to defend criminals? I'm sorry, Wright, but I'm not that good of a person!
Maya:
One suspect was apprehended in your father's murder, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. The man trapped in the elevator with my father. His name... was Yanni Yogi. He had to be the shooter, any way you look at it! Yet... he was found innocent. That defense attorney got him off the hook!
Phoenix:
(That would be Robert Hammond...)
Edgeworth:
On that day, 15 years ago... The three of us were trapped in that elevator for five hours. When we were rescued, we all suffered oxygen deprivation. I had lost all memory of the murder.
Phoenix:
Lost your memory?
Edgeworth:
Even now, I can't recall what happened in that elevator. That was the crux of Yogi's argument in court. He claimed Yanni Yogi had been "not of sound mind" due to the oxygen deprivation. Yogi was released due to a lack of evidence... innocent. That's when I changed my mind. I started to hate defense attorneys.
Prosecutor von Karma
Phoenix:
What's your relationship with von Karma?
Edgeworth:
He's my teacher, and a man who deserves respect. I learned everything I know of courtroom techniques from him.
Maya:
So, he's like my sister was to you, Nick.
Edgeworth:
He is a perfectionist in all things. In court... In his personal life... He is obsessed with doing everything perfectly.
Maya:
Perfectly, huh?
Edgeworth:
In all the cases he has taken on, none were left unsolved. And not one suspect was declared innocent. Ever.
Maya:
But... but that's...
Edgeworth:
I know. It's possible some of the suspects were indeed innocent. However, it is impossible for us to accurately determine that in every case. All von Karma does is his job, to find the suspect guilty, perfectly. In any case... It's nigh well impossible to find a weakness in him. Should a weakness appear, he would do everything in his power to make it go away.
Phoenix:
Um, Edgeworth? If what you're saying is true, you're headed for a guilty sentence tomorrow!
Maya:
H-he's right! Now's no time to be praising the enemy, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... It's a strange situation in which I find myself, I'll admit.
Phoenix:
(No kidding.)
Present
Lake Photo
Edgeworth:
What are you showing me this picture for?
Phoenix:
Um, uh, no reason.
Edgeworth:
... You know, I was impressed by your deduction in the trial today. Granted, you were at the end of your rope, but still.
Maya:
Nick, he noticed.
Phoenix:
Hah hah.
DL-6 Case File
Edgeworth:
... It was that case that changed my life. And tomorrow, on December 28, its statute of limitations runs out.
Phoenix:
(Tomorrow... Could that be a coincidence?)
Edgeworth:
But... even if the case is finally closed on paper... It will never be erased from my memory. Never...
Maya:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth!
DL-6 Incident Photo
Maya:
N-Nick! No! Th-that's a photo of his father! Don't show him that!
Phoenix:
(You're right... Now probably isn't a good time to dredge up those old memories...)
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Phoenix:
Uh, um, n-nothing.
Edgeworth:
Huh?
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Sorry. I'm not sure I can help you with that.
December 27Gourd Lake ParkEntrance
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! Long time no see!
Maya:
Oh! Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Close one today, eh! I got so worked up, I snapped my tie in half!
Phoenix:
Uh... Sorry about that.
Gumshoe:
No prob, pal! Thanks to you, we now know who really did it!
Maya:
You mean, the boat shop caretaker?
Gumshoe:
Look, I'll make you a promise. I'll have that scoundrel in my custody by trial time tomorrow! Come what may! It's my duty to you as a police officer! Now, I'm off to catch me a criminal!
Maya:
... Detective Gumshoe sure is... active today.
Gumshoe:
Oh, one other thing!
Maya:
Eek!
Gumshoe:
No one can go into the woods today.
Maya:
The woods?
Phoenix:
(Where Lotta was camping?)
Gumshoe:
The woods are off-limits to camping, and apparently the park ranger found out. He got pretty mad. No one can go in for a while.
Maya:
I guess Lotta's in a 'lotta' trouble...
Gumshoe:
Anyway, I'll be seeing you tomorrow!
Move
Gourd Lake Public Beach
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December 27
Gourd Lake
Public Beach
December 27Gourd LakePublic Beach
Phoenix:
Huh? The Steel Eyesore is missing...
Maya:
"Eyesore"!?
Phoenix:
Looks like the hotdog stand is closed, too.
Maya:
I guess Larry's been too busy with the trial to show up for work...
Examine
Lake
Maya:
This lake sure likes to cause problems, doesn't it.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
I mean, everything that happened here turned out to be a lie! Gourdy was a lie, and the charges against Mr. Edgeworth were all lies.
Phoenix:
I guess you're right.
Maya:
I mean, I'm glad the charges were all lies, but still.
Trash
Phoenix:
A trashcan with no trash. At least the place is well maintained.
Bench
Maya:
No one's going to sit here on a cold day like today. Well, unless they were eating a Samurai Dog!
Phoenix:
(How would that change the temperature, I wonder?)
Maya:
...? You seem troubled, Nick.
Phoenix:
N-no, who? Me?
Stand
Phoenix:
Guess Larry has today off.
Maya:
He was pretty happy about saving Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
True. We owe him big.
Move
Boat Rental Shop
Leads to:
December 27
Boat Rental Shop
December 27Boat Rental Shop
Maya:
That old caretaker got away...
Phoenix:
Yep.
Maya:
I never imagined he might be the real murderer! ...
???:*Ah-HHHHEM!*
Phoenix:
...! (I'd know that clearing-of-the-throat anywhere!)
Grossberg:
Ah hah, hello! What might you be doing here? Out for a walk, hmm? "Ahh... the days of my youth... like the scent of fresh lemon..." you see.
Maya:
Mr. Grossberg! This is no time for idle reminiscing! Mr. Edgeworth's trial ends tomorrow!
Grossberg:
Er... that is true, yes. But, from what I saw of today's trial, Edgeworth should be fine, right?
Phoenix:
Well... I'm not so sure about that.
Grossberg:
Ho ho! What do you mean by that?
Phoenix:
Well... I'm not sure.
Grossberg:
Hmm... If you find anything out, come by my office at once. I may be able to offer you some assistance.
Phoenix:
Thanks... (Bye...)
Maya:
What do you think Mr. Grossberg was doing here anyway?
Phoenix:
Who knows...
Examine
Trees
Phoenix:
There's a forest here beyond these bushes.
Maya:
Nick! The forest! There's someone in there!
Phoenix:
... You're right. There's a few policemen in there.
Maya:
They must be looking for the caretaker!
Phoenix:
Good luck...
Shop
Phoenix:
The boat rental shop. Doesn't look like anyone is around.
Maya:
The caretaker must have run for the hills, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah, looks like it.
Maya:
He didn't seem like a bad person...
Move
Caretaker's Shack
Leads to:
December 27
Caretaker's Shack
December 27Caretaker's Shack
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Nobody's home.
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Maya:
Hey! It's Polly! I wonder where your owner's gone, Polly?
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Maya:
I can't believe he'd run off and leave his poor parrot to fend for herself!
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Examine
Stove
Maya:
It doesn't look like he used this kitchen much.
Phoenix:
You're right.
Maya:
I guess the whole pasta restaurant thing was a lie.
Phoenix:
What, you thought he was telling the truth!?
Fish pictures
Maya:
Say, Nick. Don't people usually put pictures of fish up on the wall to boast about them?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah, I guess so. You mean picture of the fish they caught, right?
Maya:
Right... but don't all the fish on the wall here look really puny to you?
Phoenix:
Well, you know what they say... "You shoulda seen the one that got away!"
Maya:
Except the one that got away from us was the caretaker! And we did see him!
Phoenix:
(Why do I feel like we're having two different conversations here?)
Fishing pole
Phoenix:
This fishing pole looks expensive.
Maya:
Maybe we should bring it to Detective Gumshoe.
Phoenix:
Don't you think the caretaker would mind?
Maya:
Well, we can just leave him the metal detector in exchange!
Phoenix:
Uh... maybe we'd better not.
Table
Phoenix:
Hmm. Everything's cold. Looks like he didn't turn his heater on. I guess he hasn't been back here since the trial.
Television
Maya:
Aah!
Phoenix:
W-what's wrong?
Maya:
Huh? Oh... N-never mind.
Phoenix:
What? Tell me!
Maya:
Just, when I saw the TV, I remembered... They're showing a Pink Princess special this week...
Phoenix:
... Oh.
Maya:
See? That's why I didn't want to tell you.
Safe
Maya:
That reminds me, Nick! Polly here knows the number to this safe, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's right.
Maya:
Polly, what's the number to the safe?
Parrot:
"1228"! *squawk*
Maya:
Let's open it, Nick! C'mon!
Phoenix:
I'm sure there isn't any money in there.
Maya:
Aww... But, hey! He keeps it locked, right? So there must be something of value in there!
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure...
Maya:
Okay, Nick, let's see what's in there!
Phoenix:
(I guess there might be a clue or two...) ... The only thing in here is a letter.
Maya:
A letter? Aww... boring!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... There's no name or signature on this thing. It's handwritten in very precise, clear letters...) ... "Get your revenge on Miles Edgeworth..." Edgeworth!
Maya:
N-N-Nick! Why would Mr. Edgeworth's name be on here...?
Phoenix:
How should I know!? I'm going to read the whole thing...!
"Get your revenge on Miles Edgeworth..." It also says: "This is your last chance! Now is the time to get revenge on the two men who ruined your life!" ...
Phoenix:
(The rest of the letter goes on to describe the murder plot in detail! How to kill Robert Hammond, and frame Edgeworth... ...Calling Edgeworth out to the lake, getting on the boat... firing twice! This is exactly what I figured out today in court! It's all here... in perfect detail!) ...
Maya:
What do you think it means, Nick?
Phoenix:
I don't know... but it looks like these are instructions for that caretaker. When he killed Robert Hammond and called out Edgeworth, he was following instructions!
Maya:
But who could have written that letter? And... what does it mean, to "get revenge on Miles Edgeworth"...?
Phoenix:
Look, I don't know, okay? But one thing's for certain. This letter is an amazing clue!
Added Letter from the Safe to the Court Record.
Safe (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
There's nothing left in the safe.
Maya:
I wonder why the caretaker didn't take the letter with him?
Phoenix:
He left in a hurry, right? I don't think he even came back here after the trial.
Parrot
Maya:
Maybe I should take care of Polly, Nick?
Phoenix:
You probably shouldn't just kidnap her. The police know about her anyway. I'm sure they'll do something.
Maya:
Well... okay... Sorry, Polly. He says I can't take you.
Phoenix:
(Great, now the bird's going to hate me.)
Gourd Lake Public Beach
(Clearing "Edgeworth's goals" "Talk" option and examining safe leads to:)
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
"One day left, Nick."
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
One day left, Nick.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I know.
Maya:
Well, no time to waste! Let's get going!
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
What do you think we should do now, Maya?
Maya:
You would know best, Nick! Just do what you do! That should work.
Any ideas
Phoenix:
Well? Had any good ideas?
Maya:
This is all tied to the DL-6 Incident... We'd better find out as much as we can about that murder before tomorrow!
Phoenix:
(Something that happened back then has a hold on Edgeworth and it won't let go.)
Present
Anything
Maya:
Stop showing me stuff and let's get cracking! We only have today to get to the bottom of this!
Detention Center
Talk
Yanni Yogi (after presenting Letter from the Safe)
Edgeworth:
Yanni Yogi was a court bailiff at the time. We just happened to be in that elevator together 15 years ago. The quake was incredibly strong... Before I knew it, everything was dark. We were there for so long, it felt like forever. The air thinned... and the darkness closed in on us in that little box. We became... unsettled.
"H-help! I can't breathe!"
"Quiet! I said quiet! You're not making this any easier!"
"I want to get out! Help! Get us out!"
"Don't shout! You'll just use up more oxygen!"
"...!"
Edgeworth:
That's all I remember... When I came to, I was in a hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling.In court, Yanni Yogi's mental condition was called into question. They claimed the oxygen deprivation and stress had caused temporary insanity. In the end, the claim passed the court, and Yogi was found innocent.
Maya:
Huh... But, isn't that strange? This letter tells him to "get revenge on Edgeworth"... Why would he want to take revenge on you?
Edgeworth:
... Wright.
Phoenix:
Yeah?
Edgeworth:
There's something that's been troubling me these last few days. I... didn't know whether or not I should tell you.
Phoenix:
You mean the nightmare?
Edgeworth:
It's... a nightmare I've had. A memory of a crime... that I committed.
Phoenix:
A crime you committed?
Edgeworth:
...A memory... of a murder.
Edgeworth:
I think... I think the time has come to tell all.
The nightmare (appears after Yanni Yogi)
Edgeworth:
For the last 15 years, I've had the same dream almost every night. I wake up in a fearful sweat, every time.
Maya:
What kind of dream?
Edgeworth:
It's a dream about my father's killing... in the dark.
"H-help! I can't breathe!"
"Quiet! I said quiet! You're not making this any easier!"
"I want to get out! Help! Get us out!"
"Don't shout! You'll just use up more oxygen!"
"I... I can't breath! [sic] You... you're using up my air!"
"Wh-what!?"
"Stop breathing my air! I'll... I'll stop you!"
"Aaaah! Wh-what!? What are you...!?"
"Stop breathing my aaaaair!"
(No! Father! He's attacking Father!)
Edgeworth:
Then I see the pistol lying by my feet. I don't know if it was evidence from that day in court, or the bailiff's... In a daze, I pick up the pistol...
Edgeworth:
(Get away...! Get away from my father!)
*BANG*
Uuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Edgeworth:
And with that scream... I wake. It's a bone-chilling scream. A scream that has rung in my ears for the past 15 years.
Maya:
... B-but... That's just a dream, right? Right?
Edgeworth:
... That thought is the only thing that has kept me sane for the last 15 years. But what if I'm wrong? What if it's real? They say that sometimes people shut out memories in self-defense. Maybe it was I who killed my father!
Maya:
What!?
Edgeworth:
If you think about it that way, this letter makes sense. "Get your revenge on Miles Edgeworth." Think about it. Yogi was really innocent. That's why he wanted revenge against me!
Phoenix:
Wait, Edgeworth! You... you mean...!
Edgeworth:
It was me. I was the true criminal of DL-6. I shot my father!
Present
Letter from the Safe
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... See this letter?
Edgeworth:
Hmm?
Phoenix:
This came out of the safe in the shack where that boat rental caretaker lives.
Edgeworth:
I see... ...! Revenge... on me?
Maya:
Who is that old guy, anyway!?
Edgeworth:
I... I don't know.
Phoenix:
Could he be an innocent defendant you got declared guilty or something?
Edgeworth:
Nice, Wright. But I don't remember that old man. Not at all.
Maya:
So, he was following this letter, then?
Edgeworth:
Which means there was someone else behind it!
"Now is your time to get revenge on the two men who ruined your life!"
Edgeworth:
Two men... meaning myself and Robert Hammond?
Maya:
It also says: "This is your last chance!"
Phoenix:
Last chance...? Wait, maybe... Maybe he's talking about the statute of limitations on the DL-6 Incident!
Edgeworth:
... Wait... Wait, that old man...!
Maya:
Wh-what is it!? Do you know who he is!?
Edgeworth:
Yogi... Could he be Yogi!?
Maya:
Yogi?
Edgeworth:
The suspect in the DL-6 Incident. The one who was found innocent.
(Clearing "The nightmare" "Talk" option leads to:)
Phoenix:
This is bad...
Maya:
What are we doing to do, Nick? What can we do!?
Phoenix:
I don't know... I don't think there is anything we can do. Like it or not. If there's someone else who knows a lot about the DL-6 Incident, maybe...
Maya:
...! There is, Nick! There is someone else who knows about DL-6!
Move
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
December 27
Grossberg Law Offices
December 27Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Grossberg!
Grossberg:
Ah, hello there. What's wrong? You look troubled.
Maya:
No kidding! I can't believe you're not!
Grossberg:
M-my my my... Just calm down and tell me what's happened, hmm?
Maya:
It's M-Mr. Edgeworth! He... He... *sob*
Grossberg:
I see... So, Edgeworth dreamt he shot his own father?
Maya:
It's o-only a dream! Only a dream!
Grossberg:
... I wonder...
Maya:
W-what...?
Grossberg:
If that's the case, then why do you two look so troubled, hmm?
Maya:
W-well...
Grossberg:
Also, consider this. Yogi quite certainly holds a deep grudge against Miles Edgeworth. So deep, he'd want to frame him for murder. This leads me to surmise... That Mr. Edgeworth's dream was NOT a dream. It was real. As you imagined. Miles Edgeworth threw the pistol to save his father... the pistol fired... and the deed was done. ...
Maya:
N... No! I don't believe it!
Grossberg:
Yogi was suspected of murder, and his career as bailiff was irrevocably wrecked. Thus, he sought revenge on Miles Edgeworth. This was his last chance, of course, with the statute of limitations so close.
Talk
Gregory Edgeworth
Phoenix:
What do you know about Edgeworth's father?
Grossberg:
... He was a defense attorney without peer. It sounds trite, but it's true. Well, he may have had one peer now that I think about it. Your mentor, Mia Fey.
Maya:
My sister...?
Grossberg:
Gregory Edgeworth was very disapproving of Mr. von Karma's techniques.
Phoenix:
(That's no surprise...)
Grossberg:
von Karma is an extreme man. Forged testimonies and evidence are nothing to him. The result: he has a perfect win record in court. To beat him, Gregory Edgeworth tried to call attention to his methods.
Maya:
And...?
Grossberg:
He lost. And died in despair, as it were.
Maya:
I see...
The spirit medium
Grossberg:
When Gregory Edgeworth was killed, the police called on a spirit medium. That was your mother, Misty Fey.
"I am Gregory Edgeworth... I have been killed... The one who shot me... was the bailiff... Yanni Yogi."
Grossberg:
Yet Yogi was found innocent.
Maya:
That's when my mother left us. Everyone called her a fraud.
Grossberg:
That's right. Everyone thought she was, you see. Yet... now that I think about it. It seem the one who lied was Gregory Edgeworth's ghost... Gregory Edgeworth must have known who shot him.
Phoenix:
I don't believe it... So you're saying he falsified his "testimony"? That Edgeworth's dad lied to protect his son...?
Grossberg:
It's only a possibility, mind you. But... a possibility nonetheless.
Prosecutor von Karma (appears after presenting Letter from the Safe)
Grossberg:
If it truly was von Karma who wrote this letter, then he would know the truth. He would know that Miles Edgeworth had accidentally killed his own father.
Phoenix:
...!
Grossberg:
He'll say as much tomorrow in court, I should think. He'll press the point until the court finds Miles Edgeworth "guilty."
Phoenix:
Oh no!
Maya:
B-but how could von Karma know about Mr. Edgeworth's past like that? Even Mr. Edgeworth thought it was just a nightmare!
Grossberg:
Hmm... That, I do not know. Yet I do know that von Karma is both persistent... and a perfectionist. He may be seeking to satisfy a grudge against Gregory Edgeworth by hurting his son.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Grossberg:
It was fifteen years ago... von Karma met Gregory Edgeworth in court, and von Karma did win... But he didn't make it through the trial unscarred.
Gregory vs. Manfred (appears after Prosecutor von Karma)
Phoenix:
What happened in the trial between Edgeworth's dad and von Karma?
Grossberg:
von Karma got the "guilty" verdict he wanted. He won the trial. But Gregory Edgeworth accused von Karma of faulty evidence. And though he lost the trial, Mr. Edgeworth's accusation stood.
Maya:
Faulty evidence?
Grossberg:
It was the only penalty von Karma has ever received in his career as a prosecutor. Gregory Edgeworth dealt a blow to his perfect trial record.
Maya:
Wow.
Grossberg:
It must have been quite a shock for von Karma. He took a vacation for several months after that, you see.
Phoenix:
A vacation...?
Grossberg:
Yes, an unusual event for the man. That was the first, and the last vacation he's taken in his many years of prosecuting.
Maya:
Really!? He doesn't take vacations!? Like... go to the sea, or, uh, to the mountains? Don't tell me he's never been to Europe!?
Phoenix:
You have strange ideas about vacations, Maya.
Grossberg:
In any case... That was the only time he took a vacation from work. I believe the penalty upset him quite a lot.
Phoenix:
(Odd... If he wanted to keep a perfect record so badly... why would he take such a long vacation?)
Present
Lake Photo
Grossberg:
In any case, it's good that the one shooting isn't Miles.
Phoenix:
You bet it's good! (I can't believe the fiendish planning that went into this murder... And we almost fell right into his trap!)
Maya:
What a creep!
Misty Fey's Photo
Grossberg:
Ah, she was a beautiful woman... I'm truly sorry about what I did...
Maya:
Huh? Sorry about what?
Grossberg:
...
Phoenix:
(I think I'll stay out of this one...)
DL-6 Case File
Grossberg:
This incident took place 15 years ago tomorrow. So tomorrow will see the completion of not one, but two trials. All thanks to the statute of limitations. However... I'm afraid the damage the DL-6 Incident has done will never be eased...
DL-6 Incident Photo
Grossberg:
Gregory Edgeworth...? He was a gifted man. His death was truly a loss. I wonder what would have become of von Karma were he alive...
Letter from the Safe
Grossberg:
So this is the letter? It does seem that Yogi was following this letter... when he killed Hammond.
Maya:
But, why kill Robert Hammond?
Grossberg:
Hammond was a skilled defense attorney. But... he defended clients not for their sake, but for his own.
Phoenix:
Huh? His own sake?
Grossberg:
He never trusted his clients, that one. The only thing he trusted was his own ability.
Maya:
But, he got his client found innocent. So why should it matter?
Grossberg:
Actually, my dear, it's quite different. He won that innocent verdict for no one but himself. Yogi was a free man, but socially, he was ruined.
Phoenix:
(Huh...?)
Grossberg:
You'll understand soon enough. ... Wait!
Phoenix:
What is it?
Grossberg:
This letter... I've seen this handwriting somewhere before... a long time ago! Whose handwriting was this...? Do you have any idea who wrote this?
Miles Edgeworth
Phoenix:
Miles Edgeworth?
Grossberg:
Wh-wh-whaaat!? Why in heavens would he write something like this!? Why, this letter is an attempt to destroy Miles! Think before you speak, greenhorn!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. He's angry.)
Grossberg:
Think again!
Leads back to:
"Do you have any idea who wrote this?"
Yanni Yogi
Phoenix:
Maybe it was Yanni Yogi?
Grossberg:
Yanni Yogi!? You claim he wrote himself this letter... then followed his own instructions?
Phoenix:
Uh... Yeah, I guess that would be what happened.
Grossberg:
Harumph! Perhaps you think Mr. Yogi has a split-personality, hmm?
Phoenix:
I think that's definitely a possibility, yes...
Grossberg:
Hmm... No, I think not. I do not know this Yogi, in any case. There's no way I would recognize his handwriting.
Phoenix:
Oh, right...
Grossberg:
Yes, Wright. I'll ask you again.
Leads back to:
"Do you have any idea who wrote this?"
Manfred von Karma
Leads to:
"Hmm... could it be Manfred von Karma?"
Phoenix:
Hmm... could it be Manfred von Karma?
Grossberg:
von Karma? Why would he have something to do with this?
Phoenix:
Um, well, I'm not sure...
Grossberg:
... Hmm? von Karma... von Karma... W-wait! You're right, my boy! This is von Karma's handwriting, I'm sure of it! I used to see it all the time on court reports...
Maya:
Whaaaaaat!? But... but that means...! Th-the one who told Mr. Yogi to kill was...
Grossberg:
Correct. Manfred von Karma, himself!
Phoenix:
What does this mean, then? Why would von Karma want to frame Edgeworth...?
Letter from the Safe (subsequent times)
Grossberg:
No doubt about it, this is von Karma's handwriting. Yogi was following von Karma's instructions when he killed Hammond.
Maya:
But, why kill Robert Hammond?
Grossberg:
Hammond was a skilled defense attorney. But... he defended clients not for their sake, but for his own.
Phoenix:
Huh? His own sake?
Grossberg:
He never trusted his clients, that one. The only thing he trusted was his own ability.
Maya:
But, he got his client found innocent. So why should it matter?
Grossberg:
Actually, my dear, it's quite different. He won that innocent verdict for no one but himself. Yogi was a free man, but socially, he was ruined.
Phoenix:
(Huh...?)
Grossberg:
You'll understand soon enough. ... Now, there's only one question left. Why did von Karma write this? And why now?
Anything else
Grossberg:
Er... quite sorry. I have nothing to say to that.
(Clearing "Gregory vs. Manfred" "Talk" option leads to:)
Maya:
What do we do, Nick? von Karma is going to bring up DL-6, you can bet on it! What if Mr. Edgeworth pleads guilty to DL-6!?
Phoenix:
I won't let him!
Grossberg:
Erm, yes, Mr. Wright... I hate to say this... But even accidental murder is murder, you know.
Phoenix:
I know that! ... I... I just believe in Edgeworth's innocence! I can't believe he'd kill someone!
Maya:
B-but, Nick! Mr. Edgeworth admits it himself! His father must have lied to protect him, beyond the grave...
Phoenix:
I don't care! I know he's not guilty!
Grossberg:
... Mr. Wright... If you say so, I suppose I could go check again. The police files might hold something of interest.
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg... thank you!
Grossberg:
I can't promise anything. In fact, I think the chances of finding something are slim.
Phoenix:
I understand. (The police materials... hmm.)
Move
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Leads to:
December 27
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
December 27Police DepartmentCriminal Affairs
Maya:
There's hardly anyone here...
Phoenix:
Everyone must be out looking for the old guy... Yogi.
Police:
Ah, it's you. I don't think Gumshoe'll be coming back today. He's staying out late looking for someone.
Maya:
Sounds like Detective Gumshoe is pounding the pavement for real! Um, we were wondering if we could check out the Records Room again...
Police:
Well, now, I can't have just anyone wandering around in there. But... I guess Mr. von Karma is in there now, anyway. You can go in as long as he's there.
Maya:
von Karma...?
Police:
Yes. He just arrived actually.
Phoenix:
(von Karma's in the Records Room!)
Maya:
N-Nick! Let's hurry!
Examine
Detective
Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"So, um, what are your hobbies?" "Well... I like to do stake-outs now and then..."
Phoenix:
... He must be doing image training for a first date.
Move
Records Room
Leads to:
December 27
Police Department
Records Room
December 27Police DepartmentRecords Room
Maya:
Dusty as always!
Phoenix:
We were only here just yesterday. I'm sure they just haven't had time to clean... ...
Maya:
What's wrong, Nick?
Phoenix:
Nothing. I was just noticing that he isn't here. von Karma...
Examine
Cabinet
Phoenix:
This cabinet is where they keep evidence for current cases. Some of the things are obviously murder weapons others... are question marks. Most of it just looks like random junk.
Maya:
Nick... what do you think this clothespin is for?
Phoenix:
Don't touch that. It's evidence...
Open drawer
Leads to:
"Huh? One of the drawers here is open."
Maya:
Huh? One of the drawers here is open.
Phoenix:
Someone must have been looking in it recently.
Maya:
The label says, "Unsolved Cases: Evidence"
Phoenix:
Hmm... "Unsolved cases"?
Maya:
Nick! The file for DL-6... it's completely empty!
Phoenix:
Wh-what!?
Karma:
What are you doing in here!
Maya:
Eeek! v-v-von Karma!
Karma:
You...! ... How do you know my name?
Maya:
Huh?
Karma:
Have we met?
Maya:
W-w-what are you saying!? We see each other every day, don't we? We're Miles Edgeworth's defense team!
Karma:
Defense team...?  Ahem. I beg your pardon, you see, I rarely remember defense attorneys. They are like bugs to me. Needless things, to be crushed.
Phoenix:
(I can see how this guy was Edgeworth's mentor.)
Examine
Open drawer
Phoenix:
This large drawer is half-open. The label on the drawer reads: "Unsolved Cases: Evidence." All the stuff in here looks like random junk. Only the evidence for the DL-6 Incident is missing. I can guess who took it, too. von Karma.
Talk
Edgeworth
Maya:
Uh, umm... Mr. Edgeworth was your student, right?
Karma:
... A romanticist who could never shed that veneer of amateurism. Just like his father. Always second rate.
Phoenix:
Mr. von Karma... You had an axe to grind with Mr. Gregory Edgeworth, didn't you?
Karma:
Me? A grudge against a mere defense attorney? Why?
Phoenix:
Because he dealt a blow to your otherwise perfect trial record?
Karma:
Hmph.
Phoenix:
So you did... but what I don't get is... Why did you take his son under your wing afterwards? The son of your most bitter rival?
Karma:
... That, my dear attorney, is none of your business.
Tomorrow's trial
Karma:
Tomorrow will be the last day of this trial. It's been a while since I've had a defense attorney last this long. Still, you will lose in the end. Miles Edgeworth will admit his own guilt.
Phoenix:
His guilt of 15 years ago, you mean?
Karma:
... You're quite the researcher. If you've done your homework so well, then certainly, you must understand. You know what Miles Edgeworth will tell the court tomorrow.
Phoenix:
(We were right... So von Karma is going to bring up DL-6 in court tomorrow.)
Present
Letter from the Safe
Leads to:
"Mr. von Karma, have a look at this."
Anything else
Karma:
Fool. You think I, a prosecutor, would you, a defense attorney, information? Bah!
Maya:
(Creep!)
Phoenix:
Mr. von Karma, have a look at this.
Karma:
...
Phoenix:
This was you, wasn't it? You instructed Yanni Yogi to commit murder.
Karma:
... Yanni Yogi... How many years has it been since I've heard him called by that name. He's a fool. I told him to burn it after he read it.
Maya:
...! S-so you admit it! You... you wrote Mr. Yogi this letter!
Karma:
Yes, my dear defense attorney. Thank you for taking the trouble to bring it to me. You've saved me from a lot of needless hassle.
Phoenix:
Wh-what!?
Maya:
N-Nick! What is that thing!?
Phoenix:
A stun gun. For self defense... usually.
Karma:
Indeed. 600,000 volts will course through your body like a dog touching an electric fence.
Phoenix:
Six hundred thous...!?
Karma:
Oh, don't worry. People don't die from it, usually. Now, give me the letter.
Phoenix:
(No!!!)
Maya:
Nooooooooooo!
Karma:
Whoa! What are you--!?
Maya:
N-Nick! Run!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
M-Maya!
Karma:
Out of my way!
Phoenix:
Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
... ... ...
Phoenix:
(Ugh... he got us. The letter's... gone, of course. And he took the DL-6 evidence... all of it. Back to having no clues. Wait... Maya jumped first. Maya...! Is she okay? ...) Ma...Maya!
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
Maya! Open your eyes!
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
... The letter! Did he take it?
Phoenix:
Huh!? Oh... yeah. A-are you okay!?
Maya:
... I... I couldn't stop him. I jumped as fast as I could, but one shot from that thing knocked me out cold. I'm useless. I'm not good as a lawyer, or a medium! I can't even call my sister. Not even now, when we need her the most. I wish I hadn't woken up at all.
Phoenix:
Maya! (Grr! There has to be some way I can help her! I'd better do something about her self-confidence, first.) ...? (Maya... She's holding something! What is that? A bullet?) "DL-6 Incident, Evidence No. 7 Taken from the heart of Gregory Edgeworth." I remember... von Karma was holding this when Maya jumped him.
Put DL-6 Bullet in pocket.
Phoenix:
(I'll prove it to you, Maya. You're most definitely not useless! I'll prove it to you in court tomorrow!)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Turnabout Goodbyes
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December 28, 9:51 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
(This is it... judgment day. Today, things are gong to get settled at last... a lot of things.) Waaaaaaaargh! Wh-what's the big idea!?
Maya:
S-s-sorry, Nick! I only touched your shoulder! I guess the "shock" hasn't worn off from my run-in with the stun gun yesterday. Anyhow, today's the last day of the trial! Good luck, Nick!
Phoenix:
Yeah... thanks, Maya.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth is looking glum as always. I hope von Karma doesn't push him too hard.)
Edgeworth:
... Whooooooooaa! Wh-wh-what are you doing!?
Maya:
Sorry! I'm sorry! I just thought I'd ch-cheer you up with a pat on the back...
Phoenix:
Maya... Maybe you should go outside and discharge?
Maya:
Right. Good idea.
Phoenix:
(Try not to electrocute anyone on your way out...)
Woooooooooyaaah, pal!
Gumshoe:
What's gotten into that girl?
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Morning! Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Uh... good morning.
Phoenix:
How did it go, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Have no fear! As promised, I've captured our runaway caretaker! I just brought him in. Took all night, pal.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Detective Gumshoe. You must be tired.
Gumshoe:
Actually, after that shock I got on the way in, I feel pretty good.
Phoenix:
(Yogi says he's forgotten his own name... But that has to be a lie! Why would he want revenge on Edgeworth if he couldn't remember his past!? He does remember... and I'm going to prove it!)
December 28, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Miles Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Karma:
... The prosecution... is ready.
Judge:
... U-uh... right, very well. We have reached the final day of our proceedings in this trial. I ask that the prosecution submit decisive evidence.
Karma:
Understood.
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
(C'mon! Don't be awed into silence by every little thing he says!)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. von Karma, your opening statement.
Karma:
Right. Thanks to Detective Gumshoe's efforts, the boat rental shop caretaker has been arrested. In yesterday's trial, the defense asserted that the caretaker was the murderer. However, the caretaker has yet to confirm this. I would like to ask the defense to cross-examine him as much as necessary.
Judge:
Very well! Please bring the witness into the courtroom.
Karma:
Ladies and gentlemen of the court... I believe you all remember our witness. He lives in the boat rental shop on the lake, from where he witnessed the incident. In addition, he has currently lost memory of his name and identity.
Judge:
Witness! Why did you run away yesterday?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The witness was not running away, as he will now testify.
Judge:
I-I see. Very well, please begin your testimony.
Uncle:
Zzz... mmph?
Witness Testimony
-- Why I Left Court --
Uncle:
Er, I'm really sorry about just leaving yesterday like I did.
But, I wasn't running away or nothing.
I, uh, went to buy some food for Polly, see...
I figured I got nothing to do with this incident anyhow.
Er... I mean, I'd need one of those "motive" things, right? And I don't got one.
So, my testimony yesterday stands as is.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Let's begin the cross-examination, shall we?
Phoenix:
(He has to know his name! Yanni Yogi! You're Yanni Yogi and I'm going to prove it!)
Cross Examination
-- Why I Left Court --
Uncle:
Er, I'm really sorry about just leaving yesterday like I did.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I'd call what you did "running away," and not "just leaving." You heard Larry's testimony, and realized you were in danger!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Now, Mr. Wright, there's no need to rush to conclusions. As I said, the witness was not "running away." Listen to the testimony.
Phoenix:
(He sure seems relaxed! In fact, they both do--von Karma and Yanni Yogi!)
Uncle:
But, I wasn't running away or nothing.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Then why did you leave!?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
He's just about to say why! Is it so hard for you just quietly listen when someone is talking!?
Phoenix:
(If I sat quietly, Edgeworth would be guilty in three minutes!)
Uncle:
I, uh, went to buy some food for Polly, see...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Food...?
Uncle:
Well, Polly is a bit of a gourmand, you see. She only eats these high-quality bird pellets from France. They only have them in the big pet shop downtown.
Phoenix:
But you weren't arrested until this morning! Why didn't you go back to the caretaker's shack?
Uncle:
Er... well... I kind of got lost, you see.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The witness has trouble remembering things sometimes. When the police apprehended him, he was on his way back to the shack!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, right! Nice try von Karma! No one's going to believe that!)
Judge:
Hmm... I see! So he was lost!
Phoenix:
(Please! Your Honor, come to your senses!)
Uncle:
I figured I got nothing to do with this incident anyhow.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You've lost much of your memory, is that correct?
Uncle:
Er... ayup, seems like it.
Phoenix:
Then how could you know that you didn't have anything to do with this incident!
Uncle:
Uh...
Phoenix:
Or... Or maybe you're lying about not having your memory, hmm? You know exactly who you are!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The witness has testified quite clearly that he has no memory of who he is. If you claim he's lying, then show the court proof!
Phoenix:
(Grr... How am I supposed to prove what's going on in that old codger's head? That's impossible!)
Karma:
Hmph! I'm glad you've come to your senses, Mr. Wright. Very well, witness. Please continue.
Uncle:
Er... I mean, I'd need one of those "motive" things, right? And I don't got one.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How can you say you had no motive? I say you do! You had a grudge against Edgeworth and the victim, Robert Hammond! That's why you took revenge on them! Right?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Please don't make me repeat myself, Mr. Wright! This witness has no memory of anything beyond several years ago! He can't hold a grudge! It's impossible!
Phoenix:
(I have to prove he's lying about his memory... Otherwise, it's going to be the same thing over and over until the trial ends!)
Phoenix:
(First things first, I have to prove this man is who he is! Do that and the motive will prove itself!)
(Pressing fourth and fifth statements leads to:)
Judge:
Might I say something, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes... Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
You've been saying the same thing now over and over. You've been calling the witness's memory of the past or lack thereof into question. But, does this really have anything to do with the current case?
Phoenix:
Of course, Your Honor. The witness has said he has "nothing to do with this case" and "no motive"... Both of these statements are lies!
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. Wright! There is a serious problem with your claim! Or... are you saying... Are you saying you know who this witness is!?
Phoenix:
Of course, Your Honor!
Karma:
Ho hoh! Now, this is interesting. I would like to know myself! So, who is he?
Phoenix:
(Don't play dumb von Karma!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please tell us this witness's name.
Gregory Edgeworth
Phoenix:
His name... is "Gregory Edgeworth"! ...
Judge:
Er... Mr. Wright? All of us here remember what Gregory Edgeworth looked like. And he looked nothing like this, believe me.
Phoenix:
(Wow... that's pretty harsh, Your Honor...)
Judge:
I'm going to have to penalize you for your wild claim! Now... let me ask you again.
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright, please tell us this witness's name."
Yanni Yogi
Leads to:
"His name is Yanni Yogi, a former court bailiff!"
Robert Hammond
Phoenix:
His name... is "Robert Hammond"!
Judge:
... Mr. Wright. Robert Hammond is the name of the victim in this case.
Phoenix:
Uh...
Judge:
Generally, the victim in a murder case is no longer living.
Phoenix:
That's true...
Judge:
Please, try again.
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright, please tell us this witness's name."
Phoenix:
His name is Yanni Yogi, a former court bailiff!
Judge:
... Yogi...? That name seems familiar. ... Oh! Yanni Yogi! From the DL-6 Incident!
Phoenix:
(I thought the judge would have heard of it... it was such a famous case.)
Judge:
But, what does this mean?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! If this man is Mr. Yogi, then he has a clear motive!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Jumping to conclusions again, Mr. Wright! This man, this witness, is Yanni Yogi? Fascinating! However... How do you propose to prove this to the court?
Phoenix:
...
Karma:
This is a court of law, as you may recall. You need proof! And, allow me to repeat, once more, that the witness has lost his memory!
Phoenix:
(This is it... I have to do this now! If I can't prove he's Yogi right here, right now... Then I've got nowhere else to go!)
Maya:
Nick! How are you going to prove it!? How can you prove that he's Yanni Yogi?
Phoenix:
It's okay. It's actually quite simple. Your Honor! Please take this man's fingerprints! Then, we'll compare them to the fingerprints on file for Yanni Yogi 15 years ago...
Judge:
I see... that makes sense.
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Karma:
I'm so very, very sorry, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Wh-why?
Karma:
The witness... has no fingerprints!
Phoenix:
What? What!? No fingerprints!?
Uncle:
Er... you see, before I worked as a caretaker, I worked at a chemical plant. I burned my fingers working with the stuff. Ayup.
Phoenix:
Wh-what!? (Yogi, you sneak! You burned your fingerprints off to hide your past!)
Judge:
Hmm... Well, if the witness has no fingerprints... I guess we will not be able to prove his identity.
Phoenix:
(No...!)
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Well, what will you do, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Karma:
Hmm? It seems that the case has been decided, no?
Phoenix:
(No!!! I know what happened! I know everything! I... I just can't prove it! But no... I can't let it end like this. I can't lose! There has to be another way!)
Karma:
There is no one who can testify as to who this witness is! No one!
Maya:
Nick! What are we going to do!?
Phoenix:
I didn't even consider that he might have erased his fingerprints... (What do I do!?)
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Well, Mr. Wright? Perhaps you'd like to cross-examine the parrot for a little comic relief, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, yeah, very funny. You're a sore winner, von Karma. ... Wait a second... "Cross-examine the parrot"?)
Maya:
Wh-what is it, Nick? No... you're not going to...!?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense would like to take Mr. von Karma up on his proposal!
Judge:
Take Mr. von Karma up?
Karma:
On his... proposal?
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor! I would like to cross-examine the witness's pet parrot!
Judge:
O-order! Order! Uh... well, what do you think, Mr. von Karma?
Karma:
Need you even ask!? This is a farce! I object!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Wait a second! You were the one who suggested I cross-examine the parrot, von Karma! I have a right to do as you suggested!
Karma:
Mmph... ... Well, if you're so desperate, then please, be my guest.
Phoenix:!
Karma:
Of course, should you go through with this... And nothing comes of it, then I hope you're ready for the consequences.
Maya:
Nick... this is crazy!
Karma:
Well? Still want to go through with your little game!?
Yes, I'm doing it.
Phoenix:
Let the parrot take the stand. I will cross-examine her, Your Honor.
Judge:!
Karma:
This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard!
Phoenix:
(von Karma's rigged every person's testimony, every piece of evidence... Except the parrot! She's my last chance! At least... I think so.)
Leads to:
"Bailiff! Bring in the parrot."
No, maybe not.
Phoenix:
(You know, come to think of it... This is a really stupid idea.)
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... I've heard of desperate men grasping at straws... But this is the first time I've heard of men grasping at macaws! Hah!
Phoenix:
(Think! von Karma is a perfectionist in all things. He's probably rigged every piece of evidence and all the testimonies... If I can't do the unexpected I've no chance of winning!) Your Honor. I've thought about this proposal... And I'm going to do it. I'm going to cross-examine the parrot!
Judge:!
Karma:
Ridiculous!
Leads to:
"Bailiff! Bring in the parrot."
Judge:
Bailiff! Bring in the parrot.
Judge:
That's... quite a bird. Please tell us your name?
Parrot:
"..."
Judge:
Name!
Parrot:
"..."
Judge:
The witness is ignoring me.
Phoenix:
(It must be hurt... to be ignored by a bird.)
Judge:
Ahem. Very well, witness... Who is your owner? Please, er... testify for us.
Witness Testimony
-- Who Is Your Owner? --
Parrot:
"..."
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
"..."
Judge:
Hmm... Certainly the most concise testimony we've had so far. Very well, begin your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Right...
Maya:
What are you going to do, Nick?
Phoenix:
... I... I don't know! What do we do, Maya?
Maya:
Hmm...
Cross Examination
-- Who Is Your Owner? --
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Witness! You can't just say "hello" and expect us to get anywhere! I want you to testify! Maya, you talk to her.
Maya:
R-right! Uh... What do I say?
"Have we forgotten something?"
Phoenix:
(Remember... two days ago...)
Maya:
Pol-ly, Pol-ly. Have we forgotten something?
Parrot:
*squawk* "Don't forget DL-6!" *squawk*
Phoenix:
(If I can get Polly to say that here...! That will prove that the caretaker had something to do with DL-6!)
Maya:
Um, Polly? Have we forgotten something?
Parrot:
"... ... Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Maya:
...! Th-that's not what you're supposed to say! Forgot! Something we forgot!
Parrot:
"Hello! Hello!" *squawk*
Maya:
Uh oh. It's not working, Nick! She won't say it!
Phoenix:
(This is ridiculous! Why won't she say it!?)
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Something the matter, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Wait... Don't tell me von Karma expected this! He couldn't have retrained the parrot... could he!? Did he train her not to respond when we asked if we'd forgotten anything!?)
"What's your name?"
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should get her to say her name?)
Maya:
Polly! Polly! What's your name?
Parrot:
"Pol-ly! Pol-ly!" *squawk*
Judge:
Mr. Wright... I think we've established that this parrot is named "Polly." Does this have anything to do with her owner's identity?
Of course
Leads to:
"Yes it does!"
No, it doesn't
Phoenix:
Uh, well, I guess it doesn't really have anything to do with that, no.
Judge:
Hmm... Please only ask questions pertaining to the matter at hand. Very well, witness. Continue your testimony.
Phoenix:
Yes it does!
Judge:!!!
Karma:
Hah! Fascinating! You claim that the parrot's name will prove her owner's identity? Then show us this proof!
Maya:
Nick! Don't you think you're taking the bluffing a little too far?
Phoenix:
Listen. We've not here to answer the question of "who is the caretaker." We're here to prove that he is Yanni Yogi! All we have to do is tie the name "Polly" to Yogi!
Phoenix:
Your Honor. The proof that the parrot's name reveals the caretaker's identity is...
Present DL-6 Case File
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The DL-6 Case File?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I had hoped you would have learned this by now... Making random guesses here is a waste of court time!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... wrong again.)
Judge:
That is all! Witness, continue your testimony.
Judge:
The DL-6 Case File?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
That's quite a large file you have there! Which page is this "proof" on, then? Show us, or stop wasting our time!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Mr. Wright, please show us the page. Where in this file is the information connected to this parrot's name?
"Case Summary"
Phoenix:
It's on the "Case Summary" page!
Judge:
... I'm sorry... But I don't see anything here that relates to the name "Polly." At least, not on this page.
Karma:
Hmph! A bluff! As I expected!
Judge:
I'm afraid I have to deny your claim, Mr. Wright. The witness may continue.
"Victim Data"
Phoenix:
It's on the "Victim Data" page!
Judge:
... I'm sorry... But I don't see anything here that relates to the name "Polly." At least, not on this page.
Karma:
Hmph! A bluff! As I expected!
Judge:
I'm afraid I have to deny your claim, Mr. Wright. The witness may continue.
"Suspect Data"
Leads to:
"It's on the "Suspect Data" page!"
Phoenix:
It's on the "Suspect Data" page!
Judge:
...?
Phoenix:
This page has all the information about Yanni Yogi! Right after he was arrested, his fiancee committed suicide, see?
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed, it does say that, yes.
Phoenix:
What was his fiancee's name?
Judge:
"Polly Jenkins"... "Polly"!
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor! He remembered the name of his fiancee who committed suicide. That's why he named his parrot after her!
Judge:
I see! I guess that is possible.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Bah! A mere coincidence, that's all! My granddaughter has a dog she calls "Phoenix." Well, Mr. Phoenix Wright? Does this make you my granddaughter's fiancee!? She's only seven years old!!!
Before fully pressing "What's the safe number?"
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed. Alone, it is a little weak for evidence in a murder trial. We would need some other corroborating evidence...
Phoenix:
(Where am I going to find that!?)
Maya:
Nick! We're getting closer! One more! If we can just get one more piece of evidence...!
Phoenix:
(Right... but what?)
Karma:
Hmph!
Judge:
Very well, witness. You may continue.
After fully pressing "What's the safe number?"
Leads to:
"That's enough!"
"What's the safe number?"
Phoenix:
(Maybe I'll get her to say the number of that safe...)
Maya:
Huh? The safe? Why?
Phoenix:
Let's just try to get her to say anything, okay?
Maya:
Polly! What was the number of the safe in the shack?
Parrot:
"1228... 1228..."
Judge:
... My, what a reckless parrot. Well, Mr. Wright? You aren't claiming that this number has something to do with the caretaker?
Actually it does
Leads to:
"Actually it does!"
No, it doesn't
Phoenix:
Uh, well, I guess it doesn't really have anything to do with that, no.
Judge:
Hmm... Please only ask questions pertaining to the matter at hand. Very well, witness. Continue your testimony.
Phoenix:
Actually it does! That's why I had her say it!
Karma:
Hah! Ridiculous! How can the number to a safe tell us who the caretaker is? Show us your proof! What could possibly link this number to the caretaker's true identity!?
Present DL-6 Case File
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The DL-6 Case File?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Admittedly, I didn't think you had anything to show us. And now I see I'm right. How could a safe number reveal someone's identity?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... I think that was the wrong thing to show them.)
Karma:
Hmph. I hope you're happy now, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
The witness may continue her testimony...
Karma:
The DL-6 Case File? What is this obsession you have with that case?
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Where in this file is something relating to the safe number?
"Case Summary"
Leads to:
"It's on the "Case Summary" page!"
"Victim Data"
Phoenix:
It's on the "Victim Data" page!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. This file is from a case 15 years ago. I don't see anything about a safe in here at all!
Karma:
I believe this is another one of Mr. Wright's bluffs.
Judge:
Hmph. Very well, witness, continue your testimony.
"Suspect Data"
Phoenix:
It's on the "Suspect Data" page!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. This file is from a case 15 years ago. I don't see anything about a safe in here at all!
Karma:
I believe this is another one of Mr. Wright's bluffs.
Judge:
Hmph. Very well, witness, continue your testimony.
Phoenix:
It's on the "Case Summary" page!
Judge:
The Case... Summary?
Phoenix:
Specifically, the date on which the DL-6 Incident occurred!
Judge:
The date of the incident? December 28...? Why, that's today's date. Fifteen years ago!
Phoenix:
And the number on that safe is 1228!
Judge:
Ah!
Phoenix:
He used the date of the DL-6 Incident as the number for his safe, Your Honor! That's how important that date was to him!
Judge:
I see... it certainly is an interesting coincidence. People often do set their secret numbers to dates.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Bah! This is not tangible proof! I set my ATM card's number to "0001" because I'm number one! This has nothing to do with a date! Nothing!
Before fully pressing "What's the safe number?"
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed. Alone, it is a little weak for evidence in a murder trial. We would need some other corroborating evidence...
Phoenix:
(Where am I going to find that!?)
Maya:
Nick! We're getting closer! One more! If we can just get one more piece of evidence...!
Phoenix:
(Right... but what?)
Karma:
Hmph!
Judge:
Very well, witness. You may continue.
After fully pressing "What's your name?"
Leads to:
"That's enough!"
Parrot:
"..."
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Witness, you're here to speak! You must speak to me!
Parrot:
"..."
Karma:
Frankly, I can't believe that you're speaking to the parrot.
Maya:
W-well... I guess we should try to get some information out of her! We need to show the judge that her owner is Mr. Yogi!
Judge:
That's enough! I think we've reached a conclusion here.
Karma:
This is a mere coincidence, that's all!
Judge:
True, that is a possibility. However, two coincidences at the same time seems more like a "pattern" to me.
Karma:
Wh... what are you saying!?
Judge:
Summon the caretaker of the boat shop. Immediately!
Judge:
Witness... Tell us your name.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Wait! This witness, he doesn't remember...
Uncle:
No... it's okay.
Phoenix:
...!
Uncle:
I've accomplished what I wanted to do. I'm done.
Maya:
Nick! He looks totally different!
Phoenix:
This is the real Yogi, I think. Finally. He's been acting feeble to hide his true identity. Acting... for 15 years!
Judge:
W-well...! Let me ask you again. Please state your name for the court!
Yogi:
My name... is Yanni Yogi. 15 years ago, I served as a bailiff in this very court.
Judge:
Order! Order! Yanni Yogi! So was it you who killed Robert Hammond...? And tried to frame Miles Edgeworth for his death?
Yogi:
... Yes.  It was me. I did it. ... They put me on the witness stand 15 years ago... Robert Hammond... he said I was mentally unsound. He told me it would make me innocent. Get me off the hook. So... I pretended to have brain damage... I was innocent, really! But he didn't believe me! We won the trial... But I lost everything. I lost my job, my fiancee, my social standing... ... Then, this year, 15 years later... A package arrived. It was a letter... and a pistol. The plan was written out in careful detail. It was a plan to take my revenge on the people who ruined my life. I didn't care who had sent it. I thought this was my chance, after 15 years, this was it! Finally, a chance to have my revenge on Robert Hammond and Miles Edgeworth... I have no regrets.
Judge:
W-wait a moment! Revenge... against Miles Edgeworth? What do you mean?
Yogi:
I'm not at liberty to speak on that matter. Why don't you ask Mr. Edgeworth yourself? Anyway, I admit it, I was the one who killed Robert Hammond.
Judge:
von Karma... Where is Mr. Yogi?
Karma:
Under arrest, Your Honor. I saw no room for error in his confession.
Judge:
Then... the defendant, Miles Edgeworth is...
Karma:
Innocent. In this case, at least.
Judge:
Hmm. Very well. Will the defendant please take the stand?
Judge:
There are a few mysteries left unsolved. Still, you are cleared of suspicion for this particular case. So I would like to pass judgment on the murder of Mr. Robert Hammond. Any objections?
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Karma:
...
Phoenix:
(I don't believe it! Why isn't von Karma saying anything?)
Judge:
Very well. This court finds the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. The court is adjourned!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Judge:
D-did someone just say "objection"?
Phoenix:
(It wasn't von Karma...! Wait, but that means...) No... Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. I object to your judgment.
Judge:
Wh-what do you mean?
Edgeworth:
I'm not innocent at all! As we have heard, Yanni Yogi killed Robert Hammond in revenge. But, revenge for what?
Maya:
Nick! Edgeworth is trying to confess! He's going to say he's guilty! He's going to tell them he was the murderer in the DL-6 Incident! He's going to tell them he killed his own dad!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh! What do I do?)
Raise an objection
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The judgment has already been passed! I object to Edgeworth's outburst...
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Didn't something like this happen yesterday, too? I believe a certain witness raised an objection after a guilty verdict was passed.
Phoenix:
(That would be Larry...)
Karma:
We must hear this new statement! We must hear Miles Edgeworth!
Judge:
He's right. We have a duty to hear Mr. Edgeworth out.
Leads to:
"For fifteen years... I have had a recurring dream."
Leave it to Edgeworth
Phoenix:
(No... I'm sure Edgeworth thought about this one long and hard. This isn't my place to interfere!)
Maya:
Nick, are you sure!?
Phoenix:
There's nothing we can do about it. This is his problem, now.
Leads to:
"For fifteen years... I have had a recurring dream."
Edgeworth:
For fifteen years... I have had a recurring dream. A nightmare... it's only a nightmare. That's what I told myself. But now I know, it wasn't a dream. Yanni Yogi wasn't the killer.
Judge:
You mean... in the incident where your father died?
Edgeworth:
From the distance of the shot, it wasn't suicide, either. Everything was as clear as day. The murderer... The criminal in the DL-6 Incident... It was me! Your Honor! I confess my guilt! I am guilty for DL-6, the statute of limitations of which ends today! The culprit... is me!
Judge:
Order! Order! This is certainly unexpected! The defendant, declared innocent, is confessing to another crime! A crime for which the statute of limitations runs out today! I'm not really sure how I should deal with this...
Karma:
Bah! It's obvious. We hold a trial. Right here. Right now. We try this man for his crime of fifteen years ago!
Judge:
I think... I think I would like to take a five minute recess. During this time, I will consider the appropriate course of action to take. Court is adjourned!
December 28, 2:24 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, Wright. I've just wasted all of your effort.
Gumshoe:
... Mr. Edgeworth... I just don't believe it, pal! I mean, you... kill your dad?
Edgeworth:
I didn't want to believe it myself, Detective! But... it's the truth. I deserve to be punished. Murder is murder, no matter what the circumstances.
Gumshoe:
This is crazy! Just crazy!
Maya:
... ...? Nick? What are you doing?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh... I was just reading through the Court Record once more. I'm getting my case ready.
Maya:
Your case... for what?
Phoenix:
Huh? Isn't it obvious? I'm going to prove that Miles Edgeworth is innocent.
Gumshoe:
...! Wh-what are you talking about, pal! He just admitted to it! He confessed that he did it! In court!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Edgeworth. But I don't believe in your "nightmare."
Edgeworth:
Wh-what!?
Phoenix:
It's just a dream. It's not real. The truth is right here in this Court Record. In any case, tighten your belts. The real fight is just beginning. I'll prove you're innocent. Trust me.
Edgeworth:
W-Wright...
December 28, 2:30 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Then, I would like to resume our trial.
Karma:
Judge! Miles Edgeworth has admitted his own guilt. He has confessed his crime. Let us begin by hearing his testimony. Then, though pointless, let the defense do their cross-examining. The statute of limitations on the DL-6 Incident runs out today. Though it's unconventional for me, I'd like to run this one by the book.
Judge:
I see. Does the defense have any objections?
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor. (von Karma... you knew this was going to happen from the very beginning, didn't you!)
Judge:
Very well. Will Miles Edgeworth take the stand?
Karma:
Will the witness state his name and profession.
Edgeworth:
Miles Edgeworth... I am a prosecuting attorney.
Karma:
Mr. Edgeworth. Fifteen years ago, you mistakenly killed your father, Gregory Edgeworth. Is this correct?
Edgeworth:
... It is correct.
Karma:
Then testify about this matter to the court.
Phoenix:
(When Edgeworth was telling me about his dream yesterday I noticed something... One detail didn't quite fit. That will be the key... but only if I can get it to work!)
Maya:
Please... Please...
Witness Testimony
-- The DL-6 Incident --
Edgeworth:
That day, I had gone to the courtroom to observe one of my father's trials.
As we went to leave, an earthquake struck, trapping us in the elevator.
My father and Mr. Yogi lost their composure, and began to argue.
Just then, something heavy fell at my feet.
I picked it up, and threw it at Mr. Yogi. I wanted them to stop fighting.
A moment later, there was a single gunshot, then a scream.
It was a terrible scream. I remember it to this day.
That's all.
Judge:
Hmm... And, until now, you thought this memory was a "dream"?
Edgeworth:
We were stuck in that elevator for five hours. The oxygen in the elevator ran out, and I lost my memory of the events.
Karma:
Bah! The same claim Mr. Yogi has made!
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Wright? Your cross-examination, please.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- The DL-6 Incident --
Edgeworth:
That day, I had gone to the courtroom to observe one of my father's trials.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What was the trial your father was involved in on that day?
Edgeworth:
I don't remember things very clearly. Only two things... I know my father lost, and Mr. von Karma was the prosecuting attorney.
Judge:
Mr. von Karma? You were handling that case?
Karma:
It was fifteen years ago. I don't remember the details.
Phoenix:
(That was when Edgeworth pointed out the problem in von Karma's evidence...)
Edgeworth:
As we went to leave, an earthquake struck, trapping us in the elevator.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, there were three people including yourself trapped in that elevator?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Myself, my father, and Yanni Yogi. We were fine at first... But then as time passed, and no one came to help...
Edgeworth:
My father and Mr. Yogi lost their composure, and began to argue.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What did you do then?
Edgeworth:
I was a nine-year-old boy at the time. What could I do? I was scared... Trembling, in the corner. But then...
Edgeworth:
Just then, something heavy fell at my feet.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What was it?
Edgeworth:
A pistol. I assume it was the bailiff, Yanni Yogi's. The safety must have come off when it fell from his holster.
Karma:
And you picked it up. What happened next?
Edgeworth:
I picked it up, and threw it at Mr. Yogi. I wanted them to stop fighting.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you know it was a pistol when you threw it?
Edgeworth:
I think I knew. I knew it was dangerous. But... the air was getting so thick. I panicked.
Karma:
So, you're saying that you threw the pistol at Mr. Yogi.
Edgeworth:
I was... in a daze.
Edgeworth:
A moment later, there was a single gunshot, then a scream.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The gun fired once?
Edgeworth:
Yes... I think... after I threw it, I lost consciousness. Since then... They've echoed in my head, every day. That gunshot, and that horrible scream.
Phoenix:
The scream...
Present DL-6 Case File
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Are you sure you only heard one gunshot?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I'm sure of that. I heard the shot, and the scream... Then everything faded. I was unconscious until the rescuers came.
Judge:
I see...
Phoenix:
But that doesn't make sense! Look at this file one more time. This plainly contradicts the witness's testimony.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
You do enjoy dragging out that file, don't you? I don't accept this evidence! Unless... you can tell us what page it's on! Which page contradicts Miles Edgeworth's testimony?
"Case Summary"
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Looks like your luck has run out.
Judge:
Mr. Wright... This page has no contradictions that I can see!
Phoenix:
W-wait! There is a contradiction in the file!
Karma:
Then show us the right page! Even my grandchild could do better than you!
Leads back to:
"Which page contradicts Miles Edgeworth's testimony?"
"Victim Data"
Leads to:
"Look at the "Victim Data" in this file!"
"Suspect Data"
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Looks like your luck has run out.
Judge:
Mr. Wright... This page has no contradictions that I can see!
Phoenix:
W-wait! There is a contradiction in the file!
Karma:
Then show us the right page! Even my grandchild could do better than you!
Leads back to:
"Which page contradicts Miles Edgeworth's testimony?"
Phoenix:
Look at the "Victim Data" in this file! It says quite plainly: "the murder weapon was fired twice"! Miles Edgeworth only heard one gunshot! Yet, the murder weapon was fired twice! The first shot was the accidental firing when the pistol was thrown. So... who fired the remaining shot!?
Judge:
Hmm... Was there, perhaps, another shooter who fired that second shot?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Your Honor. As I'm sure you're aware... This incident occurred fifteen years ago. The evidence is dated... The pistol did fire twice. However, we do not know WHEN that second shot was fired. It might have been fired the day before the incident! There is no proof that the second shot had anything to do with this incident!
Phoenix:
(What...!)
Judge:
Hmm... I see, I see. You do have a point. Mr. Wright? The murder weapon was fired twice, as we have heard. One of those shots was fired by the defendant, a boy at the time. Do you have any proof that the other shot fired had something to do with the case?
Yes
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
No
Phoenix:
(Grr... I didn't think of that.) I, uh, don't have proof.
Karma:
Hah! As I suspected!
Judge:
Hmm... Given that all this happened fifteen years ago, it's doubtful any proof remains.
Maya:
Nick! Take a look at this!
Phoenix:
The Court Record...?
Maya:
Look... doesn't this make you think...
Phoenix:
Wh-whoa! (She's right! That is strange!)
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
Phoenix:
Your Honor. I think I will be able to show you proof.
Karma:
Wh-what!? Impossible!
Judge:
Now, now, Mr. von Karma. Save your surprise for after you've seen the evidence. Very well, Mr. Wright. Show us your proof. Do you have evidence that the second firing of the pistol is related to this incident?
Present DL-6 Incident Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Look at this photograph."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... Please, think how we feel having to look at this evidence time and time again. Every time you show us ridiculous evidence, I feel, well, mocked.
Phoenix:
Hah hah... Uh, I mean, I really don't mean any harm by it, Your Honor.
Judge:
"Not meaning any harm"... and "not doing any harm" are two different things, Mr. Wright. Try again, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"Do you have evidence that the second firing of the pistol is related to this incident?"
Phoenix:
Look at this photograph.
Judge:
This is a photograph of the scene of the crime, fifteen years ago. I can see that the victim lying there is Gregory Edgeworth...
Phoenix:
This proves the murder weapon was fired twice, at the time of the incident! This photo proves it!
Karma:
...
Judge:
... So, let me get this straight. This photo proves two shots were fired? Where?
Phoenix:
(Y-Your Honor, please... Please get a clue! Show the judge the contradiction in the photo!)
Present cracked glass
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"As should be obvious, the contradiction is here."
Present Gregory Edgeworth
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It's here... I think.
Judge:
You mean the victim... Gregory Edgeworth? Gregory Edgeworth was shot once... and he died, as we can see here. What's strange about that?
Phoenix:
(Er... Maybe I need to be more specific here.)
Judge:
Once more, please!
Leads back to:
"(Show the judge the contradiction in the photo!)"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, I think... it's here!
Judge:
... Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Judge:
Your eyes have a habit of shifting back and forth when you're uncertain. Try taking a deep breath, and think this over once more.
Phoenix:
R-right, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"(Show the judge the contradiction in the photo!)"
Phoenix:
As should be obvious, the contradiction is here.
Judge:
I see... a bullet hole in the door...
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Gregory Edgeworth was killed by a shot from the pistol! Yet, there is also a bullet hole in the elevator door! We also know that the murder weapon was fired twice! Thus... Someone other than Edgeworth fired that second shot!
Leads to:
"O-order! Order!"
Present DL-6 Incident Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
So, there was only one gunshot?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I'm sure of that. I heard the shot, and the scream... Then everything faded. I was unconscious until the rescuers came.
Judge:
I see...
Phoenix:
It must have been scary.
Karma:
...
Phoenix:
Take a look at this. This is a photograph of the scene of the crime, fifteen years ago. And in it, lies a clear contradiction to Mr. Edgeworth's testimony.
Judge:
Well, I can see the victim, Gregory Edgeworth, lying there... But what do you mean, a "contradiction"?
Phoenix:
(Just as I thought, the judge is clueless... as always. Show the judge the contradiction in the photo!)
Present cracked glass
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"As should be obvious, the contradiction is here."
Present Gregory Edgeworth
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It's here... I think.
Judge:
You mean the victim... Gregory Edgeworth? Gregory Edgeworth was shot once... and he died, as we can see here. What's strange about that?
Phoenix:
(Er... Maybe I need to be more specific here.)
Judge:
Once more, please!
Leads back to:
"(Show the judge the contradiction in the photo!)"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, I think... it's here!
Judge:
... Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Judge:
Your eyes have a habit of shifting back and forth when you're uncertain. Try taking a deep breath, and think this over once more.
Phoenix:
R-right, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"(Show the judge the contradiction in the photo!)"
Phoenix:
As should be obvious, the contradiction is here.
Judge:
I see... a bullet hole in the door...
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Miles Edgeworth testifies that there was only one gunshot! However, according to this photograph, not one, but two shots were fired! One shot hit the victim, the other hit the elevator door. I ask you, then! Why did Miles Edgeworth only hear one gunshot?
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
This photograph does seem to confirm a second shot. However, when was the hole in the elevator made? It might have been there before the incident occurred! If it was there before, it has nothing to do with this incident!
Phoenix:
Urk...
Karma:
Mr. Wright! Do you have any proof that this bullet hole was caused at the time of the incident!?
Yes
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
No
Phoenix:
(Grr... I didn't think of that.) I, uh, don't have proof.
Karma:
Hah! As I suspected!
Judge:
Hmm... Given that all this happened fifteen years ago, it's doubtful any proof remains.
Maya:
Nick! Take a look at this!
Phoenix:
The Court Record...?
Maya:
Look... doesn't this make you think...
Phoenix:
Wh-whoa! (She's right! That is strange!)
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
Phoenix:
Your Honor. I think I will be able to show you proof.
Karma:
Wh-what!? Impossible!
Judge:
Now, now, Mr. von Karma. Save your surprise for after you've seen the evidence. Very well, Mr. Wright. Show us your proof. What do you have that proves the bullet hole in the door was related to the incident?
Present DL-6 Incident Case File
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Your Honor... The answer is in this file.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
You do enjoy dragging out that file, don't you? I don't accept this evidence! Unless... you can tell us what page it's on! Which page contradicts Miles Edgeworth's testimony?
"Case Summary"
Leads to:
"Mr. Wright..."
"Victim Data"
Phoenix:
Look at the "Victim Data" in this file! It says quite plainly: "the murder weapon was fired twice"! Miles Edgeworth only heard one gunshot! Yet, the murder weapon was fired twice!
Leads to:
"O-order! Order!"
"Suspect Data"
Leads to:
"Mr. Wright..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Wright..."
Judge:
Mr. Wright... Please, think how we feel having to look at this evidence time and time again. Every time you show us ridiculous evidence, I feel, well, mocked.
Phoenix:
Hah hah... Uh, I mean, I really don't mean any harm by it, Your Honor.
Judge:
"Not meaning any harm"... and "not doing any harm" are two different things, Mr. Wright. Try again, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"What do you have that proves the bullet hole in the door was related to the incident?"
Edgeworth:
It was a terrible scream. I remember it to this day.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"To this day"...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I can practically hear it now. I doubt I will ever forget that scream as long as I live.
Phoenix:
(There it is! One part of the testimony that clearly contradicts the evidence... But I don't know what it means...! I'd better find out, and quick...)
Judge:
O-order! Order! Mr. Wright! What are you driving at?
Phoenix:
It's simple, Your Honor. At the time of the incident, two shots were fired. One went into Gregory Edgeworth's heart. The other hit the elevator door. Remember that the defendant lost consciousness after the shot he fired rang out. In conclusion... We must agree that the second shot was fired by someone else!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! But who could that someone else be!?
Phoenix:
The murderer, of course!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
... I knew I should have stepped in before your wild fantasies got out of hand. Mr. Wright... Look once more at the DL-6 Incident case file. Look closely. Try the "Case Summary" page.
Phoenix:
(The "Case Summary"... that's on page 1.)
Karma:
Look what is written there! "Not a single clue was found on the scene."
Phoenix:
...!
Karma:
If the pistol had indeed been fired two times... Then the other bullet would have been discovered on the scene!
Judge:
He does have a point.
Karma:
That second bullet has never been found! Why? Because the second bullet does not exist! The bullet that claimed Gregory Edgeworth's life was the one fired by his own son! That is the truth of this matter. The whole truth. It was undoubtedly something else that made that bullet hole in the door.
Judge:
Order! I will have order! ... Mr. Wright has proven one thing to us quite clearly... That the murder weapon was fired twice at the time of the incident. However! As Mr. von Karma says, the second bullet was not found. It is highly unlikely that the police merely overlooked this second bullet. So, all we have is the single bullet fired. I'm afraid I have to discount the defense's claim.
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... I praise the judge for his wisdom in his matter.
Phoenix:
(Gah! How did this happen!? I don't believe that the second bullet didn't exist! Was I wrong? Have I been wrong about this whole incident?)
Maya:
What are you doing, Nick!? Why aren't you raising an objection!?
Phoenix:
... I'm sorry, Maya.
Maya:
What?
Phoenix:
I... It looks like I was wrong.
Maya:
Nick...?
Phoenix:
If the second bullet wasn't there, then all my conjectures are for nothing!
Maya:
N-no... But you said you'd do it, Nick! You said you'd get Edgeworth declared innocent!
Phoenix:
... I'm sorry... It's just, when I saw the photograph, I thought that two shots had been fired. I was so certain of it. I thought I'd won! I thought there was another person, someone else who fired the killing shot. But now... I was wrong to think it could be that simple. This case has stood unsolved for fifteen years!
Maya:
Nick...
Judge:
Well, it seems that we have finally cleared up this incident. Only one bullet was found at the scene of the crime. That shot was fired by Miles Edgeworth.
Karma:
Precisely.
Judge:
I would like to ask one thing of Miles Edgeworth before passing my verdict. Have you been paying attention to the trial so far?
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Do you have any objections?
Edgeworth:
No... No, I do not.
Judge:
So you killed your father, though that was not your intention?
Edgeworth:
... Yes, I did.
Maya:
... Oh no... He's confessing... ...
Judge:
Very well. The statute of limitations on the murder of Gregory Edgeworth runs out today. Therefore, I must pronounce a verdict on the defendant, right here...
Karma:
Right now!
Judge:
Indeed. Does anyone have any objections?
Phoenix:
(I've been here before... It's just like my first day in court... There are so many things I know I should be saying... But my mind's gone blank, I can't find the words...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright?
No objections
Phoenix:
(Every lead I thought I had has been squashed. This is really the end. Edgeworth... I'm sorry.)
I closed my eyes. What was it that I had been doing all this time? Wasn't my whole life leading up to today? But now that I'm here... I know I've failed. Mia... I'm sorry.
...Not ......Not yet...
Phoenix:
!!!
Phoenix:
H-huh...? Maya...?
Maya:
What?
...Object!......Your only weapon...
Maya:
A-are you okay? Nick?
Phoenix:
(What's happening to me...? I have to think...! Wait... don't think... act!)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Honor! I... I object!"
I have an objection
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Honor! I... I object!"
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I... I object!
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk. Mr. Wright, on what grounds do you object, hmm?
Phoenix:
Oof!
Maya:
Nick...?
Phoenix:
(I... I don't know! His case is perfect!)
Maya:
Oh no...
Phoenix:
Grah!
...it must exist......the second bullet...
Phoenix:
!!!
Phoenix:
Wh-what? What did you just say?
Maya:
N-nothing!
Phoenix:
(The second bullet must exist? But where!?)
...Someone took it...
Judge:
... It seems waiting is not going to produce us any answers from Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Wait, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm?
Phoenix:
I, uh... Th-the second bullet! It, uh, it exists!
Judge:
What!? But we've just heard proof that it did not exist!
Phoenix:
I-I realize that, Your Honor. (I'm really grasping here!) I-it's just, someone took it from the scene of the crime! That's what happened!
Judge:
But... Who!?
Phoenix:
Th-th-the murderer!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
The murderer? Then tell us, just who is this "murderer"?
Phoenix:
I'm... still thinking about that one.
Judge:
Hmm... So the criminal took the second bullet? Why would he?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
First of all, how would he have found it? It's not easy to find a stray bullet, Mr. Wright! Was there some pressing need for the murderer to search for that bullet?
The murderer had to find it
Phoenix:
O-of course there was a need. That's why he took it!
Karma:
Bah! What possible reason could he have had!?
Phoenix:
W-well... The reason the murderer took the bullet away from the scene with him is...!
The bullet would be proof
Phoenix:
Er... Maybe he thought that the bullet would be used as proof?
Judge:
Proof...?
Phoenix:
It was a special bullet, so he took it with him...
Karma:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It that was the case, then he would have taken the bullet from inside Gregory as well!"
The murderer was cautious
Phoenix:
Uh... Well, the murderer was a very cautious sort, you see. That's why the murderer had to search for that bullet...
Karma:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It that was the case, then he would have taken the bullet from inside Gregory as well!"
Karma:
It that was the case, then he would have taken the bullet from inside Gregory as well!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Karma:
Why would he only take one of the two shots fired!?
Phoenix:
Oh, right.
Judge:
Mr. Wright? Have you really thought this through? I'm going to have to penalize you!
Phoenix:
(Argh... This isn't going so well.)
Leads back to:
"Was there some pressing need for the murderer to search for that bullet?"
The murderer didn't need it
Leads to:
"(Why would the murderer have spent the time to look for that stray bullet...?)"
Phoenix:
(Why would the murderer have spent the time to look for that stray bullet...? I haven't got a clue!)
Judge:
What's wrong, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Uh... Um...
Karma:
Bah! The murderer had no reason to take that bullet! You don't want to admit it, but it's true!
Phoenix:
Urk...
...had to take it...
Phoenix:
(Had to take it...? The murderer? What does that mean?)
...you're thinking too normal... think crazy......don't think why the bullet was taken......think why the bullet HAD to be taken...
Judge:
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor! (I have no idea what I'm doing...) U-uh, well, the murderer had no intention of taking the bullet from the scene. But... uh, the murderer HAD to take that bullet.
Judge:
"Had to," Mr. Wright? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Well, for instance... (For instance WHAT!?) Uh, maybe the bullet, uh... hit the murderer?
Judge:
The bullet... hit the murderer?
Phoenix:
J-just saying, for instance. I mean, if it hit you, you would have to take it with you, wouldn't you? It's not like you could perform surgery right there. Y-y'know?
Judge:
...
Karma:
...
...
Phoenix:
(Wait a second... I was just talking off the top of my head, but what if that's really what happened?)
Judge:
Let me get this straight. So at the time of the murder, the murderer himself was shot? And he left with the second bullet still inside!? Thus leaving only one bullet at the scene of the crime?
Phoenix:
Uh, yes... I guess that's how it would work, yes.
Judge:
But there's a problem with that! The other two people rescued from that elevator... Miles Edgeworth and Yanni Yogi were both unharmed! So that would mean...
Phoenix:
The murderer came from outside, yes.
The two men fight inside the elevator. Trying to stop them, the boy picks up the pistol at his feet and throws it. The pistol discharges, and the bullet... The bullet goes through the elevator door and hits the murderer outside! The boy loses consciousness... Then the murderer opens the elevator door and sees the men inside...
Judge:
Hmm. Mr. Wright. You are truly the most unpredictable defense attorney I've ever known. I can tell you're grasping, yet I cannot deny the possibility of what you say.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
What are you saying! Deny it! Deny it! No one involved with the incident was wounded! There was no "murderer"!
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
(No one was wounded at the time of the incident... He's right. I can't think of anyone...)
Maya:
Hey, Nick.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
I just thought of something really crazy.
Phoenix:
Crazy?
Maya:
Remember what Mr. Grossberg said yesterday?
Grossberg:
Gregory Edgeworth dealt a blow to his perfect trial record.
Maya:
Wow.
Grossberg:
It must have been quite a shock for von Karma. He took a vacation for several months after that, you see. Yes, an unusual event for the man. That was the first, and last vacation he's taken in his many years of prosecuting.
Maya:
What if von Karma didn't take that vacation because of shock...
Phoenix:
But took it because he was injured!
Maya:
Which would mean...
Phoenix:
It could only mean one thing!
Maya:
He was the murderer in the DL-6 Incident!
Phoenix:
He was the man who shot Gregory Edgeworth!
Maya:
It was... von Karma!
Phoenix:
(Oh man!)
Judge:
Something wrong, Mr. Wright? You seem... dazed.
Phoenix:
Uh, n-no, Your Honor.
Judge:
Well? You have indicated the possibility that the murderer came from outside. Can you give us the name of your suspect?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. Should I come out and say it now!?)
Say it now
Leads to:
"Your Honor!"
Save it for a better time
Phoenix:
(Wait... I don't have enough proof yet. This is my trump card, I'd better save it for the right time.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright? Something the matter?
Phoenix:
I-I'm fine, Your Honor.
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Shall we carry on with the trial then, hmm? That said, we have no farther to go. All that is left... is the finish. In other words... the verdict!
Phoenix:
Wh-what! Not yet!
Karma:
Think, Mr. Wright. You have said that someone from the "outside" was the murderer. Yet you cannot suggest anyone as a possible suspect! Which means your conjecture... is worthless. And will be rejected. Of course.
Maya:
Nick! Now's no time to be holding on to that trump card! The trial's almost over!
Phoenix:
A-alright! I may not know what I'm doing... but here goes!
Leads to:
"Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
Your Honor! There is a suspect... one lone suspect!
Karma:
...
Judge:
Well, this is certainly interesting news. Very well, Mr. Wright. Who is your suspect?
Phoenix:
V-V-V... (Urk! My h-hands are shaking!)
Judge:
V-what?
Phoenix:
von Karma!
Edgeworth:
von Karma!?
Karma:
...
Judge:
...
...
Judge:
You mean, THE von Karma? The prosecutor? Sitting right there?
Karma:
Bah.
Judge:
You... don't object?
Karma:
Hmph. I see no need. Why honor this ridiculous outburst with my objection?
Phoenix:
Because you took a vacation for several months starting the day after the incident! Yet you pride yourself on a perfect record! Why would you take such a long vacation without any reason!?
Karma:
So you're claiming that I took a vacation to heal my "injury" from the incident? Fascinating! Prove it. I would have needed surgery, no? Where did I go under the knife at, Mr. Wright!? Bring the doctor that operated on me! Have him testify!
Phoenix:
Urk...
Maya:
Nick! Let's find out who his doctor is!
Edgeworth:
It's no use.
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
I know von Karma. Perhaps too well. He's perfect. He wouldn't leave clues. He probably didn't undergo surgery. That would leave a doctor as a witness.
Phoenix:
(Grr... Nobody's that perfect!)
Maya:
So... so what, Nick? Did von Karma pull the bullet out by himself!? That's insane!
Phoenix:
No... he couldn't have. You can't just pull bullets out of yourself! ... (Wait... What does that mean...? That bullet has to be somewhere! But... where?)
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Well, Mr. Wright! Can you produce evidence to prove that I was shot?
It's impossible to prove
Phoenix:
(It would be impossible to find the doctor who operated on von Karma now... Even if von Karma did undergo surgery!)
Karma:
Hmph! It seems you have finally come to your senses. You've realized the truth: You can't prove something that didn't happen!
Phoenix:
(Urk!)
Maya:
Nick...
...the Court Record... ...there must be something...
Phoenix:
(The Court Record...? What could be in there!? Gah! There's no time! I'd better think on it as I go...)
Leads to:
"Alright, von Karma."
Show evidence
Leads to:
"Alright, von Karma."
Phoenix:
Alright, von Karma. I'll prove it. And I'll even use evidence... I know how you like it so much.
Karma:
Wh-what!?
Phoenix:
The evidence that proves von Karma was shot is...!
Present Metal Detector
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"von Karma is perfect... He wouldn't risk surgery, leaving an evidence trail."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Karma:
What exactly is that?
Phoenix:
Er... Sorry.
Karma:
Judge, if you would?
Judge:
Right. Penalty!
Phoenix:
(I'm really not sure how I've managed to make it this far...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please reconsider your evidence.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"The evidence that proves von Karma was shot is...!"
Phoenix:
von Karma is perfect... He wouldn't risk surgery, leaving an evidence trail. So then, I ask, where is that bullet now? I think it unlikely that von Karma performed surgery on himself!
Judge:
...! You... you don't mean!
Phoenix:
I do. There is the possibility that the bullet is still inside von Karma!
Judge:
I-is that even possible? For all these years!?
Phoenix:
Well, there's one way to find out. We could use this metal detector! Well, von Karma? I'm going to run this over you, and see what we find.
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
... I... refuse!
Judge:
Y-you refuse...!? But, refusing this means... You acknowledge that the bullet is still inside you? Order! Order! Order!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense requests that we be allowed to use the metal detector!
Karma:
Objection!
Karma:
Judge! I call for a suspension of this trial! This is an invasion of privacy!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The statute of limitations runs out on this case today! It was you who said we had to end it right here, right now!
Karma:
Mm... mmmph!
Judge:
Enough! I permit the use of the metal detector. Mr. von Karma, you will submit yourself for testing!
Maya:
Nick! What does this mean...?
Phoenix:
I don't know... but we have to give it a shot!
...*beep* *beep* *beeeeeep*
Phoenix:
(It reacted! Something's inside his right shoulder! The bullet!)
Phoenix:
... Mr. von Karma...?
Edgeworth:
... You! It was you!
Karma:
... I was afraid this would happen. And so, I remained silent.
Phoenix:
...?
Karma:
Indeed, there is a bullet in my shoulder. However... it has nothing to do with this incident!
Phoenix:
What!?
Karma:
I was shot in the shoulder long before the DL-6 Incident! I claim that the bullet in my shoulder has no relation to DL-6!
Judge:
B-but, Mr. von Karma! Can you prove that?
Karma:
"Prove"? I have no obligation to prove anything! It is you who must prove something here, Mr. Wright! Not I.
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright? Well? Can you prove it? Can you prove that the bullet in von Karma's shoulder was from DL-6?
Karma:
Of course he can't! You don't have any of the DL-6 evidence!
Phoenix:
(That's because you took it out of the Records Room yesterday!)
Karma:
With no proof, you cannot convict me of any crime! So sorry, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
No... I'm the one who's sorry, Mr. von Karma.
Karma:
Wh-what!?
Phoenix:
You were close... one day away from freedom. You see... I have proof!
Karma:
Wh-what!?
Phoenix:
Who would have thought you would have dug your own grave trying to convict Edgeworth! I can link that bullet in your shoulder to the DL-6 Incident... And here's my final proof!
Present DL-6 Bullet
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Th-that's..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
N-Nick...? Umm... If this if your final proof, don't you think you should choose a little better?
Phoenix:
Huh? You mean, that was the wrong evidence? Everyone looks kinda puzzled...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. ...
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, he's really mad.)
Maya:
I think you'd better dig out the right evidence, and quick!
Phoenix:
R-right! You got lucky, von Karma, but this next one is the real evidence, okay!?
Leads back to:
"I can link that bullet in your shoulder to the DL-6 Incident..."
Judge:
Th-that's... A bullet?
Karma:
Where did you get that!?
Phoenix:
This is the bullet used in the DL-6 Incident. This was taken from the heart of the victim, Mr. Gregory Edgeworth. The bullet is preserved quite nicely, with all the ballistic markings intact.
Edgeworth:
Ballistic markings...
Phoenix:
You may recall the term. It came up in the first trial, two days ago.
Judge:
Ballistic markings are the fingerprints of a weapon. All bullets fired from a gun are marked with that weapon's unique pattern. By examining the markings, you can tell which weapon fired the bullet. It's quite accurate.
Phoenix:
We have two bullets in our possession. One, the bullet removed from Gregory Edgeworth's heart. The other, Mr. von Karma, is the bullet buried in your shoulder. We could analyze both bullets... Then, if the markings matched... We would know that both bullets had been fired from the same gun! The very same pistol... in other words, the murder weapon that killed Gregory Edgeworth!
Karma:
Mmmph... mmmph!
Phoenix:
Mr. von Karma? You will let us remove the bullet from your shoulder. Then we'll compare the ballistic markings to those on this bullet... And solve this case once and for all! Well, Mr. von Karma!?
Karma:
Mmmrrrrrrgggh! Uuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Uaaaaarrrr... aaa...oooh. Worrrrrrrggg... aaa...oooooh...
Edgeworth:
That scream... I've heard that scream before... Wait... I know!
"H-help! I can't breathe!"
"Quiet! I said quiet! You're not making this any easier!"
"Stop breathing my air! I'll... I'll stop you! Stop breathing my aaaaair!"
(Get away...! Get away from my father!)
*BANG*
Uuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Edgeworth:
It's that scream I heard in the elevator! Fifteen years ago... von Karma! It was you who screamed!
Judge:
Mr. von Karma?
Karma:
Wooorrrrrrroooorrgggh Eh...Edgewoooooorrth......... ...Ehh...Edgewoooooorrth...... Only...you would... dare...defy me...!
Edgeworth:
So... it was you!
Karma:
You and your father are my curse! Your father shamed me with a penalty on my record! And you... you left a scar on my shoulder that would never fade! I... I'll bury you! I'll bury you with my bare hands! Death! Death!
Fifteen years earlier...
Karma:
Mr. Chief Prosecutor... I am sorry.
von Karma! It's not like you to make this kind of error... I never would have thought that Edgeworth would be the one to catch you.
Karma:
I... was careless.
I'm sorry, but you will have to be penalized. I've covered for you in the past, but not this time.
Karma:
...! Edgeworth!!!
It was a shock like none I had ever known. Me? Penalized!? It took hours for me to regain my composure. Suddenly, I found myself in the darkness... I was in the court records room. I must have wandered in there without thinking where I was going. The room was pitch black. The lights must have gone out. I went out in the hall and felt my way to the elevator. I pressed the button, and nothing happened. Then... there was a noise! I was in pain! A horrible, burning pain in my shoulder! Just then, the lights came back on. The elevator door opened before my eyes. I saw three people inside, all lying unconscious from oxygen deprivation. Much to my surprise, a pistol lay at my feet. I knew then... it was destiny. In his last moments, Gregory Edgeworth was still unconscious. He died, never knowing who had shot him. Later, he spoke through a medium, blaming Mr. Yogi. He was fooled! It was the perfect crime!
Karma:
Tsk tsk tsk... Who would have thought another man would have come to open that elevator door? Judge!
Judge:
Wh-what?
Karma:
What are you doing!? Do your job! Bring an end to this miserable charade! Now! End it!
Judge:
V-very well.
Judge:
It appears that we have come a very long way to the end of this maze. Fifteen years later... Mr. Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
You were innocent. You are innocent.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
As you said, it was all a "nightmare."
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
This court finds the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. The court is adjourned!
December 28, 5:38 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Maya:
Nick! Nick! We did it! Did you see his face!? von Karma looked even paler than usual! He's pretending to be all cool, but inside you crushed him, Nick! Crushed! I gotta say, I'm impressed.
Phoenix:
Heh... It was pretty close, though. I was sure we'd had it.
Maya:
I know, I was on the verge of tears the whole time, myself. But now it's all just a good memory!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
So, it's finally over, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
... Wright.
Phoenix:
Yeah?
Edgeworth:
... I... I'm not sure how to say this.
Maya:
I know! I know! Try "thank you."
Edgeworth:
I... I see. ... Th-thank you, Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-you're welcome.
Maya:
I think you could have done better than that!
Edgeworth:
Oof! S-sorry... I'm not good at this sort of thing.
Maya:
You got a lot to learn, Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
(Dear, dear...)
Gumshoe:
Whoooooooooooooop! Amazing, pal! You pulled through just like I thought you would! I'll never forget this! I owe you one, pal. And tonight, let's party! Dinner's on me! Yeah, my salary went down again a bit this month... But who cares!
Maya:
See, Mr. Edgeworth? You should take a lesson from Detective Gumshoe! That's how you say "thank you"!
Edgeworth:
Mmm. I... I see. *ahem* Whooooooooooooop! ... I... I feel foolish.
Maya:
Don't worry. Take it a little at a time. You'll get used to it.
Phoenix:
(It's been fifteen years since I've seen Edgeworth this... unguarded.)
Lotta:
Hey, y'all!
Maya:
Lotta!
Lotta:
Y'all were great in there!
Phoenix:
Thank you!
Lotta:
Yo, Edgeworth! Congrats!
Edgeworth:
Er... thank y'all very much.
Lotta:
I knew you were innocent from the start, of course. Just look at you! You wouldn't stick your hand in the cookie jar even if no one was there!
Edgeworth:
You... were the witness on the first day of the trial, weren't you.
Lotta:
Yeah, well, let bygones be bygones, eh?
Phoenix:
Speaking of which, what are you doing now, Lotta?
Lotta:
Who, me? Aww, I went back to college. I gave up trying to be an investigative photographer pretty quick.
Phoenix:
Really? That's too bad.
Lotta:
Huh?
Phoenix:
?
Lotta:
Isn't that the hotdog guy from the park?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Butz:
It's over, Nick! My life is over!
Phoenix:
Wh-why the sad face, Larry!? What happened now!?
Butz:
Oh, Nick... I'm not long for this world.
Phoenix:
Uh... you don't look sick...
Butz:
It's Kiyance! Sh-she's goin' to live in Paris! Paris, Nick! She's leaving me behind!!!
Phoenix:
(Larry, Larry...)
Butz:
Yo, Edgey! There you are!
Edgeworth:
Um, yes, here I am.
Butz:
Congrats, Edgey! Here... a little gift from me in celebration!
Edgeworth:
Celebration? That's unusual for you.
Gumshoe:
Harry Butz! You come along tonight too! My treat, pal!
Butz:
Huh? Uh... thanks! Looking forward to it! (Yo, yo, Nick! That's the suit that questioned me! When he says treat... that's not police-talk for prison food, right? Right?)
Phoenix:
Uh, I think you'll be fine, Larry.
Edgeworth:
Wright...
Phoenix:
Yeah? What's up?
Edgeworth:
That envelope that Larry gave me. It's got money in it.
Phoenix:
Well, yeah. That's not that strange. People give money away to celebrate sometimes.
Edgeworth:
It's $38.00, Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh. What a weird amount. I mean, it's not a little, but it's not a lot either. ... $38.00 exactly?
Maya:
N-N-Nick! Wasn't that exactly the amount of lunch money that was stolen from Mr. Edgeworth in school!?
Phoenix:
$38...! No... No!!! Larry, it was you!!!
Edgeworth:
What are you so surprised about, Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Larry was absent that day from school, right? But that doesn't automatically rule him out as a suspect.
Phoenix:
What?
Edgeworth:
Think back to that day, fifteen years ago. Larry took the day off, but he was bored, he came in to school anyway. Then he saw the money lying there... and the rest is history.
Butz:
I never was good at History! Heh...
Phoenix:
... Edgeworth... you didn't know, did you?
Edgeworth:
I suspected. I just couldn't picture Larry protecting you like he did that day. Everyone else was saying you did it. The whole class was against you, remember?
Phoenix:
Yeah... too well.
Edgeworth:
Wright, you may not know this, but we used to have a saying back in school. "When something smells, it's usually the Butz."
Phoenix:
I know, I know.
Edgeworth:
Really, Wright. I'm surprised you didn't figure it out!
Butz:
Well, this is sure an unexpected turn of events, eh?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Hmm?
Phoenix:
You should have told me!
Maya:
Now, now, Nick. It was fifteen years ago! Don't you think the "statute of limitations" has run out, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I'd say so, yes.
Butz:
There you have it!
Phoenix:
Grr... Where does that leave me!? I became a defense attorney because of what you two did!
Edgeworth:
Well, I'd call you a goody-two-shoes to the extreme.
Butz:
Yeah! And you get worked up too easily, too!
Phoenix:
D-death! The death sentence for both of you! Man, if only I had known, I'd have become a prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
The same goes for me, only the other way around... For the longest time, I thought that I might have killed my own father. I thought I might be a criminal. I became a prosecutor in part to punish myself. If I had known the truth, I might have become a defense attorney after all.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Want to switch, Wright?
Lotta:
Hey, y'all! Line up, I'll take a photo!
Maya:
Hey, photo time! Let's go!
Gumshoe:
And after that, dinner on me!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe took us out on the town that night. We celebrated Edgeworth's new found freedom. Although, Edgeworth was still in detention.
December 29, 5:02 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Whoa... I went a little overboard yesterday. My head hurts... Huh? It's still only 5:00. Maybe I should go back to sleep... Hmm? (What's this? A letter?)
Maya:
Good morning, Nick. You were really impressive yesterday. Seeing you... It made me think about what I'm doing here. I'm a spirit medium... in training, of course. I wanted to help Mr. Edgeworth too. I wanted to help you. But I couldn't. I was useless. So, I've decided to go back to my training. I'll become a full-fledged spirit medium, for starters. I couldn't say it to your face, so I left this letter. Goodbye, Nick.
Phoenix:
(G-goodbye!?) What time is it? Gah! The first trains for the mountains have already left! To the station!
Phoenix:
... I guess I'm too late... ...
Maya:
Hey! N-Nick!
Phoenix:
Maya!
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
So... you're leaving?
Maya:
Yeah. It's hard being a spirit medium who can't talk to spirits. And... I think you'll do fine without me, Nick. Be good... okay!
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
W-wait!
Maya:
What?
Phoenix:
... I never could have saved Edgeworth without your help.
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
On the last day of the trial... I heard her. I heard Mia's voice!
Maya:
You heard my sister...?
Phoenix:
Yes... only her voice, but still... It was at the very end when I thought we'd lost everything.
Maya:
Well, that's my sister for you. Detective Gumshoe helped, and Mr. Grossberg, and even Larry... I'm the only one who couldn't help. I was useless, Nick.
Phoenix:
But you were the one who stopped von Karma, Maya!
Maya:
Huh? I-I didn't do anything! All I did was wander around in a daze...
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I have evidence that you helped!
Maya:
E-evidence?
Phoenix:
(Show Maya some evidence to cheer her up!)
Present DL-6 Bullet
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
A bullet...?
Phoenix:
von Karma was convinced he had taken all of the evidence pertaining to DL-6! But you were the one who rescued the last piece of evidence we needed! This was the bullet that put an end to von Karma! And you were the one who gave it to me!
Maya:
Nick...
Phoenix:
Thanks, Maya. I couldn't have done it without you.
Maya:
...  ... I'll be back soon.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
I'm going to complete my training, and come back!
Phoenix:
... Okay. I'll be waiting. ...
Maya:
Of course you will. You can't run that office by yourself! You're hopeless!
Phoenix:
Uh, I don't know about that...
Leads to:
"So... bye."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
... Huh? S-sorry, Nick. I guess I don't understand.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh! Now that I think about it I don't understand this evidence either!)
Maya:
It's okay. You don't have to try and cheer me up. But... One day, I'll come back and be useful, I promise!
Leads to:
"So... bye."
Maya:
So... bye.
Phoenix:
Bye.
Thanks... Nick.
And so my story ends. Time to turn a new page... and say goodbye to the novice defense attorney that I once was... Now a new story begins... With the same old crazy cast of characters...
Edgeworth:
Hah! Don't think you've graduated yet, amateur!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Perhaps you'd like to rethink that claim?
Phoenix:
Er... yes, Your Honor. (Uh oh... I got a bad feeling about this...)
Phoenix:
Objection!
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! Mr. Edgeworth came down to the precinct to wish me a happy new year! Talk about a pleasant surprise!
Edgeworth:
Whoooooooooooooop! Detective Gumshooooooooooe!
Gumshoe:
Then he hung his head low and went right back outside. Kind of like he was embarrassed or something. Strange, huh?
Butz:
Huh? Nick? Nah, haven't seen him lately. Who, me? I've been working at a cheese shop! That's Missy's a nice lady, but she's not exactly what you'd call a "cheap date". Huh? Oh, she's in Hawaii right now, yeah...
Payne:
Who? Wright? Yeah, I remember him. I hear he's busy lately. You know, not to ring my own bell, but I sort of taught him everything he knows. I'm sure he's grateful.
Bellboy:
Phoenix Wright...? Hmm... Ah! The defense attorney for whom I wrote that affidavit for, yes! Oh, you should know, I've taken over management for the Gatewater hotel recently. Should you be in the area, please, stop by...
Grossberg:*Ah-HHHHEM!* Hmm? Oh, it's you. Phoenix Wright? Ah yes, Mia's understudy, was he not? I wonder how he's doing. Haven't seen him of late... "Ahh... the days of my youth... like the scent of fresh lemon..." you see.
Oldbag:
Phoenix Wright...? He an actor? Well, I'm not buying it! You can't be a star with a name like "Phoenix"! Did you finally know they're putting out some of Hammer's old movies out on DVD in one of them box set thingies that you can buy now-a-days and all not that I know what a "DVD" is or why they use three-letter words for just about everything these days how am I supposed to keep it all straight anyhow, hmm?
Will:
I'm pleased to announce the Pink Princess is a hit! I sure owe that Mr. Wright a great deal. *sniff* Oh, and I'm keeping my face out of the public eye until the show's over. I wouldn't want to ruin any kids' dreams, you know.
Penny:
Oh, I got a letter from Maya the other day. It sounds like she caught a cold standing under a waterfall. I wanted to visit, but didn't have time, so I sent her some Pink Princess trading cards. She says she can't buy them where she is. What kind of place is she living at anyway?
Cody:
Wright? Who's that? You wanna talk? Let's talk Pink Princess! Alright! But... you know. I snuck into the studio the other day. And I saw her... the one inside the Pink Princess suit! Ugh! What a dog! It was kind of a shock for a boy of my tender age.
Lotta:
Yeah, I remember Wright! That lawyer guy! Huh, me? I'm in training to become a paranormal photographer! You know that picture I took of everyone? Well, just behind them there's a ghost! For real! Now that's talent! I'm gonna be famous!
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court find the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
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Episode 1Turnabout Memories
...*huff*...*huff*... Argh! How did I get into this mess? Why...? Why did I do that...?
That girl... You shouldn't see her anymore.
Hey! It's none of your business!
I'm telling you for your sake. If you continue to see her, it's going to be bad news.
Y-You're lying!
Just listen to me. There's something you need to know about that girl... ...
Stop it! D-Don't talk about her like that!
It-It wasn't me! I-I d-didn't... I didn't do it!
-- 5 Years Earlier --
Mia Fey2nd Trial
April 11, 9:40 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Mia:
(Whew, it's finally time... I'm kind of nervous...)
???:
*Ah-HHHHEM!*
Mia:
Oh! Mr. Grossberg! Good morning!
Grossberg:
Ah, Mia. Please calm yourself down! You're going to get yourself arrested for suspicious behavior, you know.
Mia:
What are you talking about!! I am relaxed, Mr. Grossberg!! Look at me, I'm relaxed!!
Grossberg:
*Grrrmmphh* L-Let go of my lapels! Hmph... You obviously haven't got the temperament to be a lawyer.
Mia:
I, err... I'm so sorry! It's just that I'm so nervous today...
Grossberg:
Oh, that's right. This is your first time in the big leagues, isn't it? Well, never you fear my dear. I, Marvin Grossberg, am at your service!
Mia:
Umm, actually this is my second time in court...
Grossberg:
Still, you surprised me... What, with your earnest request last night... "Let me handle this case!" you suddenly said. And quite forcefully, too!
Mia:
I just found out yesterday. About the case, I mean.
Grossberg:
What? And you've already learned all the relevant facts?
Mia:
Well about that... You see... I mean, of course I have! I think.
Grossberg:
Oh dear... In any case, don't let our client see you're so nervous. You see the poor young man in the pink sweater over there? That's our client.
Phoenix:
*cough* *sniffle* Good morning there everybody!
Mia:
Good morning... (Try to keep smiling, Mia!)
Phoenix:
I, err, I just want to say... I'll give it all I've got! Yup, it'll be fine! No prob! *cough* *achoo* *achoo*
Mia:
Oh, what's wrong? Do you have a cold or something... Mr. Wry?
Phoenix:
Actually, it's Wright... Like the flying brothers... People screw it up all the time. And yes I have a cold. That's what this mask is for. My doc says this way, I won't give it to anyone else... Be kind to others, he says...
Mia:
Right, Mr. Wright! You have nothing to fear in court today! If you are truly innocent... I promise I will save you!
Phoenix:
Nnnnggghh... P-Please l-let go of my shirt... *cough*
Mia:
(That's right, he's the one on trial, not you! He's the one who should be nervous! You need to stay strong for your client, Mia!)
Mia:
My name is Mia Fey. I'm still pretty new at this lawyer thing... The first time I appeared in court was a year ago. But that trial traumatized me so badly, I thought I'd never set foot in another courtroom. It's been one year since then, and well, here I am again. But this time... This time I'll win. For my client... And for myself.
April 11, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Phoenix Wright.
Mia:
The defense is ready, Your Honor!
Payne:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
The defense today is... Ms... Ms... Mia Fey, was it?
Mia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. Is there a problem?
Judge:
I was under the impression that Marvin Grossberg was to be leading the defense.
Mia:
Yes! Well, you see... Mr. Grossberg had... A-A bit of an emergency...
Judge:
Emergency? But isn't that him standing there right next to you?
Mia:
Yes, well...
Judge:
You... You're just a rookie. Are you sure you can really handle this?
Mia:
(Don't let him scare you, Mia! Give him your toughest look!) Of course, Your Honor! ... I think.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Payne. Your opening statement, please.
Payne:
Well, well, well... I can't believe a veteran like me has to spend his time baby-sitting a new defense lawyer.
Mia:
...!
Payne:
Don't worry little girl. It will all be over soon.
Mia:
(What was that all about? Was he trying to trash-talk me?)
Payne:
Now then, I'd like to proceed with a summary of events on the day in question. The incident occurred on the campus of Ivy University. The murder victim was a student named Doug Swallow. He was a fourth year student studying Pharmacology.
Judge:
Hmm... It sounds like he was a very bright young man.
Payne:
Yes, well, next we have a photo taken at the scene of the crime. Students discovered the scene shortly after the murder. They found the victim's body... ...and the defendant, who had obviously bungled his getaway. They then called the police.
Judge:
Hmm... That certainly makes the defendant look very suspicious indeed. Very well. The court accepts this photo into the record as evidence.
Crime Photo 1 added to the Court Record.
Judge:
By the way... I can't quite tell the cause of death from this photo.
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee... Your reputation for sagacity is well-earned, Your Honor. The truth is that this victim died a rather unusual death.
Mia:
An unusual death...!?
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Payne!?
Payne:
Well... Perhaps the defense would like to take this question.
Mia:
Huh...!?
Payne:
A simple question. I thought I might loosen you up a bit. I am a genteel-man, if you will.
Mia:
Um, a what? (Stand up to him, Mia! Show him what you're made of!)
Grossberg:
Ah, a perfect opportunity! Well, what was it? The cause! Go on! ... ...Please say you know at least this much.
Mia:
I-I'm so sorry... I-I didn't get a chance to read through the whole file.
Grossberg:
*groan* My hemorrhoids are beginning to act up... Now see here! The details of the case are filed under the Court Record. But you knew that already, didn't you?
Mia:
(Ah! The Court Record! I think I can see that by touching the Court Record Button...)
Grossberg:
All of the weapons we need can be found in the Court Record. Take a good, hard look at the data there and think carefully before you answer, m'dear!
Mia:
Y-Yes, sir! I'll do just that! (I've got to stay calm! I can't let that prosecutor get the better of me! The Court Record... OK, let's take a look! I just touch the Court Record Button here...)
Judge:
Now then, would the attorney for the defense please answer the question? What was the cause of death?
Asphyxiation
Mia:
Well... I think you'll find it was a case of asphyxiation.
Judge:
Hmm... Asphyxiation, huh?
Grossberg:
M-Mia! What are you saying!?
Mia:
Well it's stuffy in here! I can hardly breathe.
Grossberg:
No one's asking how you feel! Please, make sure to properly read the Court Record!
Mia:
I-I'm so sorry! I'll take a better look! (Hang in there, Mia! Open the Court Record with the Court Record Button...)
Judge:
Hmm... I'll ask you once again.
Leads back to:
"What was the cause of death?"
Electrocution
Leads to:
"According to the Court Record, it was a fatal electric shock."
Hypothermia
Mia:
Err... Hypothermia, I believe.
...
...
......
Mia:
Umm, Mr. Grossberg? Does it suddenly feel very cold in here to you?
Grossberg:
That's because your absurd reply has brought a chill to the courtroom!
Mia:
I-I'm so sorry...
Grossberg:
Look at the Court Record more carefully, would you! How can you expect to win a case this way!?
Mia:
(Hang in there, Mia! Open the Court Record with the Court Record Button...)
Judge:
Hmm... I'll ask you once again.
Leads back to:
"What was the cause of death?"
Mia:
According to the Court Record, it was a fatal electric shock. In other words, electrocution.
Judge:
Electrocution? Hmm... But how could such a thing happen? Did the murderer use some type of new, super-powerful stun-gun, perhaps?
Payne:
The answer to that will become crystal clear as this trial proceeds, Your Honor. But before that, there is one more vital issue.
Mia:
Wh-What's that?
Payne:
Why, motive of course. Apparently there was some bad blood between the victim and the defendant.
Judge:
Bad blood...?
Mia:
Wh-What do you mean...?
Payne:
Oopsie! I'm terribly sorry. You're the defense attorney, so you must know all about it. I shouldn't be stealing your spotlight like this.
Mia:
(I really don't like this guy's smug attitude...)
Grossberg:
That's Winston Payne for you. He is one smooth operator, if you catch my drift. They don't call him the "Rookie Killer" for nothing, you know.
Judge:
Now then, let's hear from the defense. What was the source of the bad blood between the victim and the defendant? And this time, I would like to see some supporting evidence!
Mia:
Ev-Evidence...?
Grossberg:
Ah, no need to get all worked up over this. As I said, all our weapons can be found in the Court Record. Find the evidence you need and then shove it into Ol' Graybeard's face!
Mia:
Y-Yes, sir! Into Ol' Graybeard's face!
Judge:
Err, Mr. Grossberg. Try to set a better example for the young lady!
Grossberg:
Mia, evidence isn't the only thing in the Court Record. People's profiles are as well. You can toggle between Profiles and Evidence, so be sure to go over it all!
Judge:
Now then, let's see what you've got. What was the cause of the bad blood between Phoenix Wright and the victim?
Present Dahlia Hawthorne profile
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The reason for the bad blood between the two of them was..."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Judge:
Mr. Grossberg... I honestly think it would be best for the defense if you were in charge. I'm afraid Ms. Fey might stir up some bad blood with this court if she were to continue.
Grossberg:
Or simply put, you are quite mistaken, m'dear.
Mia:
Oh no... I'm so sorry...
Judge:
Even if you are new, your lack of preparation is inexcusable. Now take a moment and think it over again.
Mia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! (It's OK! You've got another chance, Mia!)
Leads back to:
"Mia, evidence isn't the only thing in the Court Record."
Mia:
The reason for the bad blood between the two of them was... this woman here.
Judge:
Dahlia Hawthorne, is it?
Payne:
Very good, Ms. Fey. You seem to have picked up on at least this much. This woman is the girlfriend of the defendant, Phoenix Wright. But up until about eight months ago, she was with the victim, Mr. Swallow. Clearly she has some part to play in this story.
Judge:
Hmm...
Grossberg:
Ah, he's done it again. Before the cross-examination starts, he's already got the judge thinking like he wants.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Payne. Please call your first witness!
Payne:
If it pleases the court, the prosecution would like to call Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Judge:
What? The defendant himself? Well, Ms. Fey?
Mia:
(It's fine! After all, Mr. Wright is innocent, right?) The defense has no objection.
Judge:
Very well. The court calls Mr. Phoenix Wright to the witness stand!
Payne:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Phoenix:
Oh, ah, yes... My name is Phoenix Wright. My job is, um... Well, right now, I guess I'm a suspect.
Judge:
No, no. He means what did you do before you were arrested?
Phoenix:
Oh... *achoo* *achoo* *achoo* I was a university student.
Payne:
Mr. Wright. You understand that you are suspected in the death of your fellow student, Doug Swa--
Phoenix:
But! But I didn't do it! I'm innocent I tell you! I'm telling you I was... *achoo* *achoo* *cough* *cough* *achoo* *cough*
Judge:
Would the defendant please refrain from passing on his cold to the rest of us!
Payne:
It seems the witness has something he wants to say.
Judge:
Hmm... Well then, Mr. Wright. Please tell us about your relation to the victim.
Phoenix:
Right away, Your Honor!
Witness Testimony
-- The Victim and I --
Phoenix:
Um, I... I admit I was there...
But I'm not a killer! All I did was find his body!
I hardly knew the guy to begin with...
I never even talked to that stuck-up British wannabe!
Judge:
Hmm... I see. So you hardly knew the victim?
Phoenix:
Right! Like I said, I'm not a killer!
Mia:
Whew... It looks like the judge understands.
Grossberg:
Mmfph... You're being naïve, you know. Too naïve.
Mia:
Huh...?
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee. It seems that you've forgotten one small thing, young lady.
Mia:
And that would be...?
Payne:
This witness still has to undergo something called cross-examination.
Mia:
Cross-examination...?
Grossberg:
He's right. And it's the defense's duty to carry out the cross-examination. The purpose is to determine if a witness's testimony contains any contradictions.
Mia:
Contradictions...?
Grossberg:
If a witness is lying, their statements will conflict with the Court Record.
Mia:
But... Mr. Wright is my client!
Grossberg:
Even if he is your client, in court, all lies must be struck down. As a lawyer, that is your duty, you see.
Mia:
(What does he mean by that? Is he saying that testimony just now... That there was a lie -- a contradiction?)
Judge:
Now then, your cross-examination, if you please, Ms. Fey.
Mia:
(Please, Mr. Wright... Tell me you haven't been lying! You wouldn't do that to me... would you...?)
Cross Examination
-- The Victim and I --
Phoenix:
Um, I... I admit I was there...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
When you say "there", you mean the place where the victim was murdered?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, sort of. The place where SOMETHING happened anyway.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
"Something"? You can't hide what happened. We have photographic evidence.
Phoenix:
*achoo* *achoo* *achoo* *achoo*
Mia:
A-Anyway, Mr. Wright... What were you doing at the scene of the crime? I thought you said you didn't know the victim, Mr. Swallow.
Phoenix:
It was just a coincidence! We bumped into each other by accident.
Judge:
A coincidence, huh...?
Phoenix:
But I'm not a killer! All I did was find his body!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You say you found the body? So who called the police?
Phoenix:
Huh!? Um... *achoo* *cough* *achoo* *cough* *achoo* *cough*
Payne:
Unfortunately it was some other students that notified the police.
Judge:
"Other students"...?
Payne:
That's correct. They were witnesses. Witnesses who saw the defendant standing there, next to the body, in shock!
Judge:
W-What! Is this true, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
*achoo* *achoo* *achoo* *achoo* *achoo* *achoo*
Mia:
(Could you stop sneezing every time you're in a bind...?)
Phoenix:
W-Well, it's true that I was pretty shocked when I found the body. But, but I...
Phoenix:
I hardly knew the guy to begin with...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So, you didn't know his face, or even his name, right?
Phoenix:
Right! Um, well, no... That is... I mean...
Mia:
So... Which is it? Did you know him or not?
Phoenix:
*achoo* *achoo* *achoo*
Judge:
Now, see here! You can't avoid answering the question by sneezing all day!
Phoenix:
Err... Umm, well... I guess I did know his name.
Mia:
(N-News to me! Why didn't he tell me that before...?)
Phoenix:
Um... I heard he used to date Dollie.
Judge:
Who is this "Dollie" person?
Payne:
Ah yes, that would be the defendant's lover, Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne.
Judge:
Oh, I see. Ah, young love... So bittersweet...
Phoenix:
But that's all I knew about him!
Phoenix:
I never even talked to that stuck-up British wannabe!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Mr. Wright, you stated the following in your testimony: "I hardly knew the guy to begin with..."
Phoenix:
Th-That's right! I mean why would I even--
Mia:
But that doesn't sound right. If you hardly knew him... ...then why would you say that the victim was a "stuck-up British wannabe"!?
Phoenix:
...
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
... *achoo*
Mia:
Well, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
Ah! No! It wasn't me! I'm not a killer, I swear!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I will give you an opportunity to revise your testimony. How is it that you knew the victim was, as you put it, a "British wannabe"...?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, well...
Adds statement "He was always walking around with a huge Union Jack on the back of his shirt."
Press (subsequent times)
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Mr. Wright, you stated the following in your testimony: "I hardly knew the guy to begin with..."
Phoenix:
Th-That's right! I mean why would I even--
Mia:
But that doesn't sound right. If you hardly knew him... ...then why would you say that the victim was a "stuck-up British wannabe"!?
Phoenix:
Um, well, you see...
Phoenix:
He was always walking around with a huge Union Jack on the back of his shirt.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Did you see it at the crime scene? The Union Jack, I mean.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, that's right! I saw it at the crime scene! That's why... That's why I figured he must love British stuff, see? It's true! Cross my heart! I swear I didn't do it...
Mia:
(He's acting fishier than the salmon I ate last night...)
Judge:
May I ask you something, Ms. Fey?
Mia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. (What is it now?)
Judge:
Who is this person anyway? This "Union Jack" fellow...
Mia:
...
Payne:
The Union Jack is the name of the flag of England.
Judge:
Oh, I see... So you mean like the "Stars and Stripes", right?
Payne:
As usual, Your Honor, your insight astounds me.
Mia:
(Hey, something just occurred to me... Isn't there something strange about this bit just now?)
Grossberg:
Mia... There is a contradiction here!
Mia:
M-Mr. Grossberg!
Grossberg:
Quickly now! Show that boy you mean business! With evidence, I mean!
Mia:
(OK, Mia, check the Court Record carefully!)
Present Crime Photo 1
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Are you certain you saw the "Union Jack"?"
Grossberg:
Well m'dear, do you think you can manage on your own from this point?
I can handle it myself.
Mia:
(One year ago... I was in a courtroom just like this. I can do it. I can handle this myself!)
Grossberg:
Mmrgh... You mustn't try to bite off more than you can chew, Mia.
Mia:
I-I'll be fine! I know what I have to do!
Grossberg:
Remember, you can always press him to get more information. Oh, and one more thing. When you're going to state a contradiction, make sure you present some definitive proof.
I need some help.
Mia:
Umm, Mr. Grossberg... I could use a little help...
Grossberg:
Ah, please don't look so sad. It brings a tear to my eye when you do. Alright, listen carefully. By comparing the testimony to the Court Record... ...you should be able to discover any contradictions, if there are any. And when you've found one...
Mia:
I present the piece of evidence that contradicts the witness's testimony...?
Grossberg:
Yes. That's the ticket!
Mia:
But still... I don't see any contradictions in Mr. Wright's testimony!
Grossberg:
Hmm... Maybe you don't have enough information yet.
Mia:
Information...?
Grossberg:
You can press for more information by leaning on a witness.
Mia:
Even if they're my own client?
Grossberg:
It doesn't matter who it is, if you think they're lying, press them like a cheap suit! That is the obligation of an attorney.
Mia:
(OK, Mia. One more time, from the very beginning of his testimony!)
Mia:
Are you certain you saw the "Union Jack"?
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I'm sure. It was right there on his back.
Judge:
Ms. Fey, is there some point to this line of questioning?
Mia:
Your Honor, please take another look at the crime scene photo. As you can see, there's absolutely nothing written on the victim's back.
Phoenix:
Hey! Wait a minute! He's wearing a leather jacket! The Union Jack was on the back of the t-shirt he was wearing...
Mia:
I was under the impression that you accidentally came across the body. But, if that was really the case, then you wouldn't know that, would you? You'd have no idea at all what he was wearing underneath that jacket! Mr. Wright... You've been lying to me!
Phoenix:
... P-P-P-Please forgive me! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
Grossberg:
Mia! You've made our client cry!
Mia:
Let him! That "P" on his chest doesn't stand for Phoenix anyways! I can't believe I trusted him! Mr. Wright was all wrong!
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee. That was an impressive bit of cross-examination.
Mia:
...!
Payne:
Thank you for uncovering the defendant's lies for me. It's quite clear that this man did not simply "stumble upon" the scene of the crime!
Phoenix:
Uggghhh...
Mia:
(Uh oh... Did I go too far?)
Payne:
By the way, Mr. Wright. You seem to have a rather bad cold. Have you taken any medicine for it?
Phoenix:
I, err, umm... Yeah, I took some but...
Payne:
Was the medicine that you took an over-the-counter brand called "Coldkiller X"?
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's right! It kills colds good! Hey, wait a second... How did you know I'm a big fan of Coldkiller X...?
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee... Would you happen to have that medicine with you right now?
Phoenix:
Well... Actually, I seem to have lost it somewhere...
Mia:
(He lost it? Does this even have anything to do with the case...?)
Payne:
Mr. Wright... Shall I tell you where your cold medicine is right now?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Payne:
Your Honor! I'd like you to take a look at another photo from the crime scene!
Judge:
Wh-What's this! In the victim's hand, it's... It's Coldkiller X...!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Y-Yes, but even I've got a bottle of Coldkiller X in my apartment!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that argument won't work. There's no doubt as to who this bottle of Coldkiller X belonged to. Especially since Mr. Wright's fingerprints were all over it!
Mia:
Wh-What!?
Payne:
Sensing his murderous intent, Mr. Swallow must have picked up the bottle of medicine... ...dropped by Mr. Wright and hid it in his hand. His purpose in doing so can only have been to identify his killer as Phoenix Wright!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Payne:
Your Honor! I'd like to present this photo and bottle as evidence!
Judge:
Very well. The court will accept them into the record.
Crime Photo 2 added to the Court Record.
Coldkiller X added to the Court Record.
Payne:
Also, the victim's wristwatch was broken.
Judge:
Broken...?
Payne:
Yes, it ceased functioning when a large wave of electricity passed through it. Well, Mr. Wright! Do you have some kind of explanation for all of this!?
Phoenix:
Uggghhh...
Mia:
(This is really bad...)
Grossberg:
Oh, my buttocks... My poor, poor hemorrhoids...
Witness Testimony
-- What Really Happened --
Phoenix:
The truth is... I went because he called me.
He was in the Pharmacology Dept., so we agreed to meet at 2:45 behind that building...
We talked for a bit, and then at around 3:00, we split up.
Then later when I went back, I found him lying there.
I'd been taking Coldkiller X for the last 2 or 3 days...
But I lost my bottle of it around lunchtime on the day of the accident.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! That's completely different than the testimony you gave previously!
Phoenix:
*achoo* *achoo* *achoo* I-I'm sorry, Your Honor! I was afraid you wouldn't believe the truth!
Payne:
You'll forgive me if I say I hardly find your current testimony any more credible.
Judge:
Hmm... Ms. Fey, please begin your cross-examination.
Mia:
(Oh please, Mr. Wright... Don't tell any more lies.)
Cross Examination
-- What Really Happened --
Phoenix:
The truth is... I went because he called me.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Had you ever met the victim before then?
Phoenix:
No! Never! ... But... That day, he called me up and told me he wanted to talk about Dollie.
Judge:
And this "Dollie" person is...?
Phoenix:
My um... It's kind of embarrassing. She's my, umm, sweetheart...
Grossberg:
Oomph...! Wh-What... What was that for, Mia!?
Mia:
Oh! I'm so sorry! I just felt like slapping something all of a sudden!
Payne:
Dahlia Hawthorne was also the lover of the murder victim, Doug Swallow. ...Before she met Mr. Wright, that is.
Judge:
Hmm... So it was one of those nasty love triangles, I see...
Phoenix:
He was in the Pharmacology Dept., so we agreed to meet at 2:45 behind that building...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Was it Mr. Swallow who indicated you should meet at 2:45?
Phoenix:
Yeah. And we were both there right on time.
Judge:
Hmm... You said the victim was in the Pharmacology Dept., correct?
Phoenix:
Yeah, he was studying how to manufacture and improve pharmaceuticals. Everyone called him the "Alchemist of Ivy U".
Judge:
An "alchemist"... I see...
Phoenix:
I gotta admit it was a little suspicious. He had a whole laboratory and everything! It was filled with chemicals and strange machines that run on high-voltage electricity.
Judge:
Ho ho. How fascinating. He sounds like he was quite an ambitious young man.
Mia:
(What do I do!? Maybe I should ask him for some more details?)
About timing of the meeting
Mia:
So you are absolutely certain that you met at 2:45?
Phoenix:
Yeah, pretty sure. That's the time class ends. But they're always doing experiments, so it doesn't matter much.
Mia:
Experiments...?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Those pharmacology guys are always in the lab whipping up something.
Mia:
(Well, it looks like he's right about the time anyway.)
Payne:
Witness, let's go on with your testimony.
About Pharmacology Dept.
Mia:
I was wondering if you could tell us a bit more about the Pharmacology Department.
Phoenix:
Well OK, sure. I don't know all that much though.
Mia:
A little bit earlier in your testimony, you said something interesting. You said the department uses strange machines that run on high-voltage electricity.
Phoenix:
That's right. And they sure look dangerous. They use non-standard voltages, so there are high-voltage cables everywhere.
Mia:
"High-voltage cables"...
Phoenix:
Yeah, there were electrical poles set up all around the building. The high-voltage cables run overhead around the roof.
Mia:
(Finally I think we're getting somewhere...!)
Forget about it
Mia:
(I've gotten everything I need from this statement. It's time to move on.)
Payne:
In any case, let's continue with your testimony.
Phoenix:
We talked for a bit, and then at around 3:00, we split up.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So what was it you were talking about?
Phoenix:
You know... *achoo* *cough* That maybe we should hang out again sometime.
Mia:
("Hang out again sometime"? I wish that were true.)
Phoenix:
Then later when I went back, I found him lying there.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So you say you went back...
Phoenix:
Umm, yeah. That's when I found the body.
Mia:
Yes, but why did you go back in the first place? Weren't you angry with him?
Phoenix:
Well, th-that's right, I was. ...
Mia:
Then why, Mr. Wright? Why did you go back there?
Phoenix:
... Umm... I thought maybe we could make up.
Mia:
...
Payne:
...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
... *achoo* *achoo*
Mia:
(Judging by the atmosphere... I'm pretty sure no one is buying this.)
Phoenix:
I'd been taking Coldkiller X for the last 2 or 3 days...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
It's rather unusual to catch a cold this time of the year, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I always get a little careless when the weather starts to warm up. I guess I shouldn't sleep with the window open this early in spring, huh?
Mia:
(I suppose common sense is not always common...) So... Did anyone else know that you were taking cold medicine?
Phoenix:
Well, I always took one after meals... So I'm pretty sure all my friends knew about it.
Phoenix:
But I lost my bottle of it around lunchtime on the day of the accident.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
On the day of the incident, what did you do for lunch...?
Phoenix:
Huh? What does that have to do with anything?
Mia:
You can never be too sure...
Phoenix:
I always eat with Dollie... Just the two of us. Dollie's homemade lunches are just the greatest! Mmm! Her mini-omelettes are magically delicious! Eheh heh heh.
Grossberg:
Yeowch!! Wh-Why did you punch me in the jaw!?
Mia:
Oh! I-I'm so sorry...! I just felt like hurting someone all of a sudden!
Grossberg:
Well, Mia?
Mia:
I don't know... I can't seem to find any contradictions.
Grossberg:
The boy isn't exactly what I'd call a natural-born liar, you know. But still, we can't have him continue to spout nonsense.
Mia:
I know... But what can I do!?
Grossberg:
Well, I'm certain he must still be hiding something. Information! Right now it's information we need more than anything else!
After picking second choice at second statement and pressing sixth statement:
Judge:
I think that's enough for now. So the defendant and the victim met at approximately the time of his death. And then the defendant returned to the scene for some unknown reason.
Payne:
I'm not entirely convinced by his explanation about the medicine bottle either.
Judge:
Let me be frank here, Mr. Wright. Your testimony cannot be trusted.
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee... I knew it was too much work for a little girl.
Mia:
Hmph...!
Judge:
However, there is one mystery that still remains.
Payne:
There is, Your Honor?
Judge:
How the murder was carried out, of course. Just how was the victim electrocuted? I don't believe the murder weapon has been produced yet, correct?
Payne:
Well, that is... I... You are correct, Your Honor.
Mia:
(So how exactly was Mr. Swallow killed...? If I could somehow establish how it was done... Maybe I could still come out of this mess smelling like a rose!)
Establish murder method
Leads to:
"Your Honor!"
Can't right now
Mia:
(Hmm, I do have one idea, but it would be impossible to prove it.)
Grossberg:
Mia, m'dear. If you have any ideas, now is the time to present them.
Mia:
Mr. Grossberg!
Grossberg:
Remember, silence is NOT golden. ...In court, anyway.
Mia:
(Silence is not golden, huh? Well in that case...)
Leads to:
"Your Honor!"
Mia:
Your Honor!
Judge:
Y-Yes, Ms. Fey?
Mia:
I believe that if we were to piece together everything we've heard up until now... ...we should be able to solve the mystery of how Mr. Swallow died.
Judge:
Th-That would be most impressive!
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee... Quite the brash statement coming from a rookie! But even a beginner like you must understand the basic rules of the court, yes? An attorney must be able to substantiate their arguments with evidence!
Mia:
Hmph! Of course I know that! (Actually, I had totally forgotten about that...)
Judge:
Now then, Ms. Fey. Let me see what you've got. Show me how you believe the victim was electrocuted!
Present Crime Photo 1
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"As for the cause of death..."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Judge:
Ms. Fey, I'm deeply disappointed in you.
Payne:
I'm disappointed as well, Ms. Fey.
Grossberg:
To be honest, I'm a bit disappointed too, Mia.
Phoenix:
... *achoo*
Mia:
(Argh! I need to use my brain on this! Come on, Mia! You can't strike out here!)
Leads back to:
"Now then, Ms. Fey. Let me see what you've got."
Mia:
As for the cause of death... ...I'd say this picture captures it quite well!
Judge:
Wh-What!? But there is nothing that even remotely resembles a murder weapon here... Hmm, I'm afraid the defense is going to have to explain this in a bit more detail. Ms. Fey, where exactly in this photo is the murder weapon?
Present severed electrical cable
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Well, naturally... it's right here!"
Present anywhere else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
Well naturally... it's right around here! ...I think.
Judge:
Ms. Fey, I'm deeply disappointed in you.
Payne:
I'm disappointed as well, Ms. Fey.
Grossberg:
To be honest, I'm a bit disappointed too, Mia.
Phoenix:
... *achoo*
Mia:
(Argh! I need to use my brain on this! Come on, Mia! You can't strike out here!)
Leads back to:
"Ms. Fey, where exactly in this photo is the murder weapon?"
Mia:
Well, naturally... it's right here!
Judge:
That's... That's... What is that?
Mia:
A severed electrical cable, I believe... Your Honor. Remember the testimony we've heard. The machines the pharmacology students use in their experiments require high voltage... ...and because of that, there are special high-voltage cables strung up everywhere!
Judge:
So then, the high-voltage cable...!
Mia:
Yes, the high-voltage cable is the cause of death. That is the most likely explanation!
Judge:
Hmm... That certainly sounds plausible. Well, Mr. Payne? What do you have to say about this?
Payne:
Well... I believe some praise is in order.
Mia:
Don't toy with me, old man!
Payne:
Now, now. The victim's cause of death may indeed have been a high-voltage cable. However! I want you to think about what that really implies! The only one who had the opportunity to use the cable as a murder weapon was... The defendant!
Phoenix:
... *achoo*
Judge:
Hmm... That much is certainly true.
Payne:
Yes, and that's not all. We have proof. Irrefutable proof that will establish that Mr. Wright was the murderer.
Judge:
Y-You do!? Well, what is it!?
Payne:
His fingerprints.
Judge:
Fingerprints...? You mean that the defendant's fingerprints were on something besides the medicine bottle?
Payne:
Let's take another look at the crime scene photo. As you can see, the victim is wearing a leather jacket. And as you may know, leather holds fingerprints quite well.
Mia:
Ah! Y-You mean...?
Payne:
Yes. It was quite clearly imprinted on the chest area of the victim's jacket. The palm print of the defendant's very own hand!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaat!?
Payne:
I can only think of one way Mr. Wright could have left a print like that. Intent on murder, he squarely pushed the victim towards the severed electrical cable!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! That's enough! I think we can conclude that there is no reason to continue with this cross-examination.
Grossberg:
Stick a fork in us, we're done.
Mia:
M-Mr. Grossberg!
Grossberg:
My hemorrhoids never lie. The show is over, Mia. I knew that boy was guilty the first time I saw him.
Mia:
N-No! You're wrong! Mr. Wright is innocent.
Judge:
No further evidence is required to convince me of this man's guilt!
Mia:
Y-Your Honor...!
Judge:
At this time, I am prepared to render a verdict in this case!
Mia:
Hold it!
Judge:
Do you have something further to add, Ms. Fey?
Mia:
Is this what you want, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
...!
Mia:
You still haven't told us the truth... the whole truth. If you don't say something now, the judge is going to hand down his verdict!
Phoenix:
B-But I... I can't! I-I just can't say it! If I told you what really happened, then I'd b-be...
Mia:
It's OK, Mr. Wright. I'm your attorney. You can trust me.
Phoenix:
M-Miss Fey...
Mia:
No matter what it is you have to say... I believe in you and I'll represent you to the very end.
Phoenix:
...!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
We've already established the defendant's guilt. There's no further need for him to say anything.
Phoenix:
*cough* *cough* W-Wait a minute!
Mia:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
I... I'll tell you what really happened!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
But I've already told you, Mr. Wright. There's no need for further...
Phoenix:
*cough* I-I-I... I did it... I admit it! I pushed him! It's my fault... My f-fault that D-Doug Swallow is dead!
That girl... You shouldn't see her anymore.
Hey! It's none of your business!
I'm telling you for your sake. If you continue to see her, it's going to be bad news.
Y-You're lying!
Just listen to me. There's something you need to know about that girl... ...
Stop it! D-Don't talk about her like that!
Judge:
... What you just said... Was that the truth!?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, I... I was afraid... Afraid that if I told the truth... ...everyone would think I was the murderer for sure!
Judge:
Well, as things currently stand, we're all absolutely convinced you are!
Phoenix:
P-Please...! Please give me one more chance to explain! This time I swear... I swear I'll tell the whole truth! It'll be OK, won't it, Miss Fey? I... I believe in you!
Mia:
Oh! Um, th-thank you. (I still can't believe it... He really did push the victim...)
Grossberg:
Unnngh... It feels like my hemorrhoids are doing the Harlem Shake!
Witness Testimony
-- When I Pushed The Victim --
Phoenix:
That guy... He was talking bad about Dollie...
I lost my temper and gave him a shove!
At that moment, I heard some kind of loud noise...
A little while after I left, I started to get worried.
So I went back. But h-he was just laying there, d-dead!
Payne:
Well, the explanation is really quite simple. When you pushed him, Mr. Swallow flew back and touched the electrical cable. He died from the shock. And that, as they say, is that.
Judge:
Hmm... A simple explanation indeed.
Payne:
At the time of the incident, a light rain had been falling. Wet from the rain, the victim was more easily electrocuted.
Phoenix:
B-But! When I pushed him, there weren't any electrical cables nearby! If there had been something like that, even I would've noticed it!
Mia:
(That's true... Even a dufus like him couldn't miss that!)
Judge:
Hmm... Ms. Fey. Let me warn you right now that if your cross-examination doesn't yield any new facts... ...I intend to deliver my verdict without further delay. Are we clear on that?
Mia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. (Don't give up, Mia! If he is innocent, there must be some kind of evidence somewhere that will prove it!)
Cross Examination
-- When I Pushed The Victim --
Phoenix:
That guy... He was talking bad about Dollie...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So what kinds of things did Mr. Swallow say to you?
Phoenix:
He said all sorts of terrible things about Dollie! He said that she was a bad girl!
Payne:
...
Mia:
...
Judge:
... Umm... Is that all?
Phoenix:
Yup!
Judge:
Well, Ms. Fey, you heard him yourself.
Mia:
(Oh boy! You're not doing yourself any favors here, Mr. Wright! Please don't make this harder for me than it already is!)
Phoenix:
Anyway... After he said that, I just, I just...
Phoenix:
I lost my temper and gave him a shove!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Can you tell me about what happened in a little more detail?
Phoenix:
That guy... He just said what he wanted to say to me... And then he put on the jacket he was holding and started to leave. That's when... That's when I lost my temper and flew into a furious frenzy! I just gave him a... light, gentle shove to the chest.
Mia:
And when you did that, there was no severed cable anywhere to be seen?
Phoenix:
Right! There was nothing like that at all!
Payne:
But is it possible that you merely overlooked it?
Phoenix:
... Well, I guess it's possible.
Mia:
(What are you doing!? Don't let that guy steamroll over you like cheap asphalt!)
Judge:
I believe what's important here is the moment the push occurred. Let's continue on with the testimony, witness.
Phoenix:
At that moment, I heard some kind of loud noise...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
A "loud noise"? And what would you say that loud noise was, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure... But it was really loud! It was like, "SNAP!"... You know, come to think of it, I wonder what that was...
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee... Clearly, Your Honor, it was the sound of the victim being electrocuted.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Y-You're not qualified to decide that! (What should I do? I'm treading on some dangerous ground here...)
Ask for more details
Mia:
Mr. Wright, that "loud noise" you heard may be extremely important. So try to remember what it was!
Phoenix:
Umm, how do I put it... It was like a sharp crack. Aha! Could it... Could it have been...?
Mia:
Yes? Could it have been? Hurry up and tell us!
Phoenix:
When I pushed him, he dropped the umbrella he was holding. He fell right on top of it, and it broke. That was probably the noise I heard.
Judge:
An umbrella, huh? And did that umbrella belong to the victim?
Phoenix:
Yeah, it was a plastic umbrella. Cheap and frail, kind of like the owner! Then again, I wish I had any kind of umbrella. I was totally soaked to the bone.
Judge:
Hmm... Ms. Fey. What do you think? Is there something important in that testimony just now?
Mia:
Umm, well...
Of course it's important!
Mia:
(This is it, Mia! The new information you've been waiting for!) Of course it's important! No! This cheap umbrella is more than important; it's vital! I want to officially have it entered into the testimony!
Payne:
Ha! How perfectly fitting. Flimsy information for a flimsy lawyer!
Judge:
The court agrees to the defense's request. Witness, please add the bit about the cheap umbrella to your testimony.
Changes statement from "At that moment, I heard some kind of loud noise..." to "After I shoved him, he... He fell down on top of his cheap umbrella."
Of course it's not important!
Mia:
Of course it's not important!
Judge:
M-Ms. Fey! How can you state that so proudly!?
Mia:
Well, it just isn't! It's not important one bit! Not even one iota. OK?
Grossberg:
Mia! That's enough! You're making a fool of yourself!
Phoenix:
Umm... Is it OK if I go on?
Leads back to cross-examination
Leave it alone
Mia:
(I've got other, more pressing things to ask about.) Very well, Mr. Wright, let's move on, shall we?
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
After I shoved him, he... He fell down on top of his cheap umbrella.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So Mr. Swallow fell on top of his umbrella? And you are certain of this?
Phoenix:
Yeah. It was right there under him. Actually, if it hadn't been under him, I was planning on borrowing it for myself.
Mia:
The umbrella, you mean?
Phoenix:
Well yeah, you see I was wearing this sweater here... Dollie stayed up late for nights at a time knitting it for me... I didn't want the rain to dampen the handmade symbol of her love...
Grossberg:
Oomph! My stomach is not to be used as your personal soccer ball, Mia!
Mia:
Ah! I-I'm so sorry!
Judge:
Continue on with your testimony, witness.
Present Crime Photo 1
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Why didn't you testify about the umbrella from the very beginning?"
Phoenix:
A little while after I left, I started to get worried.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
After you shoved the victim, did you leave the scene right away?
Phoenix:
Yes, I did! I admit it! I-I was furious!
Payne:
You left without even checking Mr. Swallow's condition?
Phoenix:
Well, um, yeah... But like I said, I got worried about him later.
Phoenix:
So I went back. But h-he was just laying there, d-dead!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
At that time, did you see anyone else at the scene of the crime?
Phoenix:
*cough* *cough*... *cough* *cough* *cough* Um, nope. Nobody...
Mia:
(Geez. Could that stupid cough possibly sound any phonier?)
Judge:
Hmm... In that case, it's very hard to believe someone else could have been the murderer...
Grossberg:
Unless we can find something that shows his innocence from that testimony, m'dear... I'm afraid the judge will make his final decision with no remorse whatsoever!
Mia:
Y-Yes, sir! (Right now I need more info; info that will help me turn up some contradictions!)
Mia:
Why didn't you testify about the umbrella from the very beginning?
Phoenix:
Come on... If I had mentioned that...
Mia:
I would've been able to counter the prosecution's arguments earlier!
Payne:
Wh-What do you mean by that?
Mia:
Take another look at the crime scene photo! According to Mr. Wright, the victim fell on top of his umbrella. However, if you look closely... ...the umbrella is nowhere near the victim. Actually, it's by the electrical pole!
Judge:
Y-You're absolutely right!
Mia:
The conclusion here is obvious. After the defendant left, the victim moved from where he fell. In other words... After he was pushed by the defendant, Mr. Swallow was still alive!
Payne:
Nnnnooooo!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! The victim... He moved...!? Mr. Payne! The umbrella in this photo... Where is it now?
Payne:
W-Well, it was collected by the police at the crime scene...
Judge:
I want it presented as evidence immediately!
Umbrella added to the Court Record.
Payne:
B-But the umbrella could have simply been blown there by the wind!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
According to the testimony, the victim fell on top of the umbrella. There's simply no way it could have been blown there by the wind!
Payne:
Nnn... Gggg... Hrrmph! B-B-But...!
Judge:
I know this matter of the umbrella seems relatively trivial... But as long as the smallest doubt remains, I cannot render final judgment!
Payne:
N-N-N... Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Judge:
However, I still find it hard to believe that a huge hole has been blown in the... ...prosecution's case by the defendant's testimony.
Phoenix's Testimony added to the Court Record.
Grossberg:
Well done, Mia!
Payne:
......Hee hee. Hee hee hee hee hee...
Judge:
Mr. Payne! What are you chuckling about?
Payne:
Pardon me, Your Honor. It seems I was expecting too much of a free ride. It was foolish to think I could establish guilt through cross-examination alone.
Judge:
I'm afraid I don't follow what you're saying!
Mia:
... Let me guess. You have another witness.
Payne:
Exactly! And this witness's testimony will be incontrovertible!
Judge:
Well!? Who is this witness!?
Payne:
Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne.
Judge:
Dahlia Hawthorne? You don't mean... "Dollie"?
Payne:
I do, Your Honor. The defendant's very own lover is a witness to the whole thing! That's right. She was at the scene of the crime when the murder took place!
Judge:
Whaaaat!?
Payne:
I'm sorry to break the bad news to you, my dear.
Mia:
... "Bad news"? You couldn't be more wrong. Actually... I've been waiting for this.
Payne:
You can't be serious...
Grossberg:
Mia! What do you mean by that...?
Judge:
I think this is a good point for us to stop at. Court will now enter a 20 minute recess. Afterwards, we will listen to the testimony of Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne.
April 11, 11:52 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Phoenix:
Miss Fey... I-I'm sorry about what happened back there... I... I...
Mia:
It's alright. At least you told us the truth in the end, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yeah... So I guess I can start to relax then, huh?
Grossberg:
Relax, my boy? You can't be serious! After hiding such important facts...
Phoenix:
B-But...! But the next witness is my Dollie, right? She'll save me! I just know she will!
Mia:
Why do you think that?
Phoenix:
Huh!? What do you mean!? She... She's the love of my life, that's why!
Mia:
The love of your life, huh... Would you mind telling me more about you and... Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne?
Phoenix:
Sure! No problem! Dollie and I... We first met about eight months ago right here in this very courthouse. Actually, I'm studying to be a lawyer, on the side... Anyway! One day, she and I just bumped into each other in the reading room downstairs. That's why I really think it was fate that brought us together. As soon as I first set eyes on her, I knew she was the one for me. Oh, here! Take a look at this!
Mia:
...!
Phoenix:
She gave this to me the day we met as a symbol of our love! She had been wearing it around her neck that day, but then... ...she took it off, but before she gave it to me she said, "I want you to carry this."
Grossberg:
So she gave it to you as a present, I see.
Phoenix:
This darling little bottle is filled with memories of my darling little Dollie!
Mia:
It certainly is a little bottle alright.
Phoenix:
It makes me so happy, I show it to everyone I meet! I want to share my happiness with the whole world!
Dahlia's Present borrowed from Phoenix Wright.
Mia:
Um, anyway... So after that, you and Ms. Hawthorne started dating?
Phoenix:
Yeah, but she's so shy. Every time I see her, she always says the same thing to me. "Please give it back now."
Grossberg:
What a strange girl, asking for a present back like that...
Mia:
By the way, Mr. Wright. The day you first met Dahlia Hawthorne, eight months ago... It wouldn't happen to have been on August 27th, would it?
Phoenix:
Huh...? Y-Yeah, it was... But how did you...?
Mia:
This happened on August 27th, right here in this courthouse.
Phoenix:
What's this? A newspaper clipping? Let's see... "Murder in the Courthouse?" M-Murder?
Grossberg:
What are you reading there!? Let me see that! .........! Oh, I see. Mia... I think I understand what you're trying to say. And I think I understand why you suddenly took such a keen interest in this case. You believe there is some relationship between these two cases. Am I correct?
Newspaper Clipping added to the Court Record.
Mia:
I hope you don't mind, Mr. Grossberg... I... I need to finish this myself.
Grossberg:
Ah, yes, but... I'm afraid what you have will not be enough, m'dear. I'll go and have a look at the downstairs reading room and see what else I can find.
Mia:
Th-Thank you!
Grossberg:
I want to do whatever I can to be of help to you, Mia! Well, it looks like recess is about over. We'd better all get moving!
Mia:
(I guess so... That recess sure seemed longer than 20 minutes though...)
To be continued.
April 11, 12:13 PM
District CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court will now reconvene. Mr. Payne, please call your witness.
Payne:
This next person is someone who witnessed the crime as it happened. The prosecution calls Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne to the stand!
Payne:
...
Judge:
...
Mia:
(Wh-What's with this stiff silence...?)
Judge:
In my long career as a judge, I have been deceived by many witnesses. It's my job to doubt; to take no one at their word... But in your case, I must admit that you radiate a glow of complete sincerity.
Mia:
(I can't believe he actually said that!)
Payne:
Oh! Um, now then, witness. Could you please state your full name?
Dahlia:
... I, umm...
Judge:
Don't worry, sweetie. There's no need to be nervous!
Payne:
If anyone says anything rude, you can be sure, I'll cut them right down to size!
Judge:
And I will bash them with my gavel!
Mia:
(I love how they look straight at me when they say that...)
Dahlia:
Um, thank you... for calming my nerves. You are all so nice... I almost feel right at home.
Payne:
Not at all!
Judge:
It was nothing!
Mia:
If we may move on now... What is your full name and occupation?
Dahlia:
My name is Dahlia Hawthorne. I'm a junior in Literature at Ivy University. I just want to say... It's an honor for me to be here in your noble presence.
Payne:
The honor is all mine!
Judge:
No... The honor is all mine.
Mia:
(Well, we know whose milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...)
Dahlia:
...Umm. Sir?
Payne:
Is there something I can help you with?
Judge:
You just go on and say whatever is on your mind!
Dahlia:
I'm sure that there must be some kind of mistake. Feenie wouldn't kill anyone. I just know it!
Judge:
Yes, yes... I can see why you'd say that.
Mia:
(She's going to be a tough witness, alright... It only took her 12 seconds to wrap them all around her little finger.)
Judge:
Now then, please proceed with your testimony. Let's hear about what you witnessed on the day of the incident, if you please.
Witness Testimony
-- What I Witnessed --
Dahlia:
I had been planning to go back to Feenie's place after class was over.
Feenie and Dougie... They were talking behind the building.
Then suddenly... Dougie got all wobbly and just collapsed.
That's when Feenie noticed that I was there.
I went to go and find some other students and they called the authorities.
Judge:
I-I don't know what to say! According to you, Ms. Hawthorne... ...the defendant didn't do anything wrong!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Young lady. As old as I am, even I recall how hot the flames of young passion can burn. Nevertheless... It is my job to discover the truth. Please, tell us the truth...
Dahlia:
But... But, I... I would never...
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
That's more than enough, witness. I won't allow this to continue.
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean by that?
Mia:
Please, just let me proceed with my cross-examination, Your Honor. I, for one, don't plan to win my case on a bunch of paper-thin lies!
Dahlia:
...Tee hee. You haven't changed a bit... Mia Fey.
Mia:
...
Payne:
What's this? So, you two are... acquainted?
Mia:
Yes. We've met before... Once.
Dahlia:
...
Judge:
In any case, Ms. Fey, the floor is all yours.
Dahlia:
It's good to see you again, Madame Fey!
Mia:
"Madame"!? (I'm no one's grandma yet, girlie!)
Cross Examination
-- What I Witnessed --
Dahlia:
I had been planning to go back to Feenie's place after class was over.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Now, unless I'm mistaken, Feenie -- I mean, Mr. Wright is in the Art Department. If that's the case, then what were you doing by the Pharmacology building?
Dahlia:
Well... I'm in the Literature Department. I'm studying Japanese Senryu poetry.
Judge:
Oho hoh! How wonderful! It's that humorous, yet satirical style of haiku, yes?
Dahlia:
"Nothing left to do... When a man reaches this age, sleep is his best friend."
Mia:
(That's supposed to be poetry? Sounds more like a mid-life crisis!)
Dahlia:
For me to get to the Art Department, I have to walk through that back area.
Judge:
Ah, yes I see. That makes sense. When I want to enter the courthouse, I always walk through the front doors.
Mia:
(How else would you enter? Teleportation!?)
Dahlia:
Feenie and Dougie...They were talking behind the building.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So who is this "Dougie" person?
Dahlia:
Oh, I'm sorry. Doug Swallow. We were dating until about eight months ago...
Mia:
So what were Dougie-- *ahem* Mr. Swallow and Mr. Wright talking about anyway?
Dahlia:
... H-How can you be so mean? I would never... I would never eavesdrop... I wasn't raised to be so rude and unrefined!
Payne:
That's right, Ms. Fey!
Judge:
Don't drag the witness down to your level!
Mia:
(Why am I being demonized here?)
Judge:
Please, go on. What did you see next?
Dahlia:
Then suddenly... Dougie got all wobbly and just collapsed.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Are you saying that the victim just collapsed on his own?
Dahlia:
Y-Yes.
Mia:
In other words, the defendant never touched the victim. Is that right?
Dahlia:
I was watching the whole time. Feenie never did a thing to Dougie!
Mia:
(If I press her for no good reason, I just know the judge will get angry with me... Hmm, so what should I do about her testimony just now?)
Leave it alone
Mia:
(Hmm... I suppose her statement works in our favor, for now. I'll hold off on looking into it any deeper until it's necessary.)
Judge:
Very well, young lady, please go on with your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Show contradiction
Mia:
Feeble lies are not very becoming, Ms. Hawthorne, so let's drop them, shall we?
Dahlia:
Wh-What...! I...! I would never...!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Ms. Fey! I will not allow you to badger this witness!
Mia:
...
Payne:
I-I believe the defense is engaged in a-a... fishing expedition.
Mia:
...
Payne:
That is... Err... She has no supporting...
Mia:
...
Payne:
P-Please don't glare at me like that...! I-I'm just doing my job!
Mia:
Now then, Ms. Hawthorne. The defendant's palmprint was found on Mr. Swallow's leather jacket. It has already been shown that Mr. Wright did, in fact, push the victim.
Dahlia:
What...?
Mia:
There's no need to try to cover for the defendant. It would be much better if you came out and told us the whole truth.
Judge:
Hmm... There's nothing to worry about, young lady. Just tell us everything that you saw.
Dahlia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor... I-I will. If you don't mind, I-I'd like to revise my testimony.
Mia:
(Looks like we're finally getting somewhere...)
Changes statement from "Then suddenly... Dougie got all wobbly and just collapsed." to "Um, actually, I didn't see the moment he pushed Dougie."
Changes statement from "That's when Feenie noticed that I was there." to "It didn't look like they were fighting, and I didn't hear any noise either."
Dahlia:
That's when Feenie noticed that I was there.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
And what did Mr. Wright say when he saw you?
Dahlia:
I-I'm sorry. I-I was so flustered that I... I really don't remember. P-Please forgive me.
Mia:
You don't remember...?
Judge:
Well, that's common enough. Sometimes I can't recall a sentence I passed only minutes prior!
Mia:
(Please... Someone, anyone... Stop him before he gets hurt... by me.)
Dahlia:
Um, actually, I didn't see the moment he pushed Dougie.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You didn't see it!?
Dahlia:
Well, I saw the moment when Dougie fell to the ground...
Payne:
And at that time, there was only the two of them at the scene? The defendant, Phoenix Wright, and the victim, Doug Swallow?
Dahlia:
Yes... that's right.
Dahlia:
It didn't look like they were fighting, and I didn't hear any noise either.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So then, what did it look like they were doing to you?
Dahlia:
I thought they were having a nice, friendly afternoon conversation.
Mia:
(Oh, give me a break!)
Dahlia:
That's why I really wasn't watching them all that closely.
Judge:
Did you notice anything out of the ordinary at all?
Dahlia:
No, nothing at all... Mr. Judge.
Judge:
Oh, I like the sound of that! "Mr. Judge"... Now then, please proceed with your testimony.
Present Phoenix's Testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You say you didn't hear any noise. Is that correct?"
Dahlia:
I went to go and find some other students and they called the authorities.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
When you say "students" do you mean students from the Pharmacology Department?
Dahlia:
Yes. They're all very fond of their drugs...
Mia:
Please try to stay on topic! So to find some Pharmacology students, you went to the labs, correct?
Dahlia:
That's what I was planning to do... But in the end, I wound up not going. A group of about 10 research students came running out of the building entrance. Somehow they all seemed to know what was going on...
Mia:
(The students knew what was going on...?)
Leave it alone
Mia:
(The Pharmacology students... They have nothing to do with the incident. I think what I need is more information about Dahlia herself.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Press for more details
Mia:
But how could the students have known what was going on?
Dahlia:
Well... I don't know for sure that they knew what had happened. It's just, they all seemed kind of excited about something.
Mia:
(Hmm... It doesn't look like I'm going to get any more info about the students.)
Payne:
So did the students call the police?
Dahlia:
Y-Yes. I-I was just so... I was so panicked...
Judge:
Hmm. Yes, well anyone would have been, my dear.
Leads back to cross-examination
Mia:
(That girl... She's telling a super obvious lie, and she knows it. She's just pretending to protect Mr. Wright... Yes, that's got to be it! Way to go, Mia! OK, that means I'm going to have to dig deep to find the contradiction on this one!)
Mia:
You say you didn't hear any noise. Is that correct?
Dahlia:
Yes. That's why I was very relaxed, looking at the scenery around me.
Mia:
That's nice, but I find that just a little odd. I have here, the testimony of your boyfriend, Mr. Phoenix Wright. And he clearly testified to the effect... ...that when he pushed the victim, he heard a sharp, loud noise.
Dahlia:
H-He said that?
Mia:
If you were really that close to the two of them, why didn't you hear this noise as well?
Dahlia:
I...!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
W-Well, maybe the noise just wasn't all that memorable.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
But according to Mr. Wright's testimony, it was a sharp noise like a "SNAP"! There's no way a noise like that could fail to make an impression!
Payne:
Ack!!
Dahlia:
Umm... May I have a moment to answer?
Judge:
B-By all means!
Dahlia:
I know the reason why I didn't hear the noise. You see, the truth is... I had my headphones on, and I was listening to music at the time.
Payne:
H-H-Headphones...? You mean that both of your ears were covered?
Dahlia:
The rain was just beginning to let up... But it seemed as though Thor wasn't ready for his fun to come to an end yet. So the sky continued to flash and rumble.
Mia:
Thunder and lightning, huh...
Dahlia:
Yes, I'm afraid of the sound of thunder. So I put my headphones on to block it out...
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee... Well, Your Honor? As you can see, there weren't any contradictions in her testimony after all.
Judge:
Hmm...
Mia:
(Wait a sec, Mia! That testimony just now... She said something that could totally change this whole case!)
She didn't hear anything.
Mia:
Your Honor! There is a problem with the witness's testimony!
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Payne:
Wh-What is this "problem"!?
Mia:
It's obvious. The problem is that the witness claims to have not heard the "SNAP!"
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
A-Are you deaf!? Did you pay attention to the testimony!? She said she didn't hear it because she was listening to music with her headphones!
Judge:
Ms. Fey! I'm surprised you're going senile before me!
Mia:
(I'm not THAT bad! ...I think.)
Judge:
Well, the testimony we've just heard seems to be very decisive. The only one that could have killed the victim was the defendant, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Dahlia:
N-No! Please...! I-I never meant to incriminate him!
Mia:
(This is bad, Mia! If you don't do something, we're going to lose this!! Think again! What is it about this testimony that doesn't make sense...?)
Leads back to:
"She said something that could totally change this whole case!)"
She was listening to music.
Mia:
Your Honor! There is a problem with the witness's testimony!
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Payne:
Wh-What is this "problem"!?
Mia:
It's obvious. The problem is that she claims to have been listening to music!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
A-Are you deaf!? Did you pay attention to the testimony!? She explained she was listening to music to cover up the sound of thunder!
Judge:
Ms. Fey! I must warn you that I can be even more frightening than Zeus when I'm angry!
Mia:
(Yikes! I'm in trouble now!)
Judge:
Well, the testimony we've just heard seems to be very decisive. The only one that could have killed the victim was the defendant, Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Dahlia:
N-No! Please...! I-I never meant to incriminate him!
Mia:
(This is bad, Mia! If you don't do something, we're going to lose this!! Think again! What is it about this testimony that doesn't make sense...?)
Leads back to:
"She said something that could totally change this whole case!)"
There was lightning.
Leads to:
"Your Honor! There is a problem with the witness's testimony!"
Mia:
Your Honor! There is a problem with the witness's testimony!
Judge:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Mia:
Didn't you notice? She said there was lightning, correct?
Judge:
Yes... What about it?
Mia:
Well, lightning is actually a large discharge of electricity in the atmosphere, am I right?
Judge:
Now's not the time for a science lesson, Ms. Fey!
Mia:
Yes, Your Honor. Anyway, since the cause of death was electrocution... ...isn't it possible that the victim died from being hit by a bolt of lightning!?
Judge:
Oh!
Payne:
Ah!
Dahlia:
...!
Judge:
Hmm... I must admit that the thought had not occurred to me!
Mia:
(Just what kind of thoughts DO occur to this guy anyway?) This entire case is built on the premise that Mr. Doug Swallow was "murdered"... ...but that very premise itself is mistaken! The defense believes that Mr. Swallow was, in fact, the victim of a stray bolt!
Judge:
I-It appears the defense may be on to something! Could it be that the death was actually accidental?
Mia:
(Alright, you did it, Mia! I'll be taking that "Not Guilty" now if you don't--)
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee... I'm hurt that you have such a low opinion of me, Ms. Fey.
Mia:
Huh...?
Payne:
I'm not a fool, you know. The prosecution has done its research, Your Honor. We found that there were no lightning strikes on that day at that location!
Mia:
Whaaa!?
Payne:
What's more... We have evidence that the electrical cable is definitely linked to this case.
Judge:
E-Evidence, Mr. Payne!? Well, what is this evidence?
Payne:
This affidavit.
Judge:
And who is this affidavit from?
Payne:
The Pharmacology students who were conducting experiments in their labs that day. Allow me to read out to the court the testimony of the Pharmacology students. "All equipment in the labs lost power all of a sudden at around 3:00 PM that day."
Judge:
Was it a blackout?
Payne:
All of the labs' equipment runs of high-voltage, Your Honor.
Mia:
So you're saying the equipment lost power because...
Payne:
Precisely. They lost power because of the severed electrical cable. The power outage occurred at approximately 3:00 PM...
Judge:
Which fits with the time of death listed in the autopsy report.
Payne:
Exactly! In other words... The victim died as a result of touching the severed electrical cable. According to the students, the cables were very old. They were planning on having them replaced in the near future.
Judge:
Hmm, I see...
Payne:
Apparently the cables had become so brittle... ...that even the smallest bump would've caused them to break.
Students' Testimony added to the Court Record.
Judge:
However... There is one thing that troubles me. If the cable could have been broken by any small bump... ...then it wouldn't have snapped if it hadn't been bumped into, correct?
Payne:
W-Well... I suppose you could say that.
Judge:
Hmm, Ms. Fey. Do you have any thoughts regarding the cause of the severed cable?
Mia:
Y-Your Honor... (I don't like how this is looking one bit! I have to come up with something to try to regain some momentum!) If it pleases the court, the defense would like to state its opinion.
Judge:
Well then, let's hear it. Who or what was it that caused the cable to break?
Present Phoenix Wright profile or Phoenix's Testimony
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Your Honor. Please think back to Mr. Wright's testimony."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Mia:
This is it! This is why the cable snapped.
Payne:
Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
I believe that the only thing that has snapped is the mind of the defense.
Payne:
Ah, that was one of your best lines yet, Your Honor.
Mia:
Nnnfff...! (Ouch, that was harsh...) Please, Your Honor! Give me one more chance!
Leads back to:
"Well then, let's hear it."
Mia:
Your Honor. Please think back to Mr. Wright's testimony.
Judge:
The defendant's testimony?
Mia:
He said that after he pushed the victim, he heard a loud, sharp noise. Now, this happened at around 3:00 PM, correct?
Judge:
Yes, that sounds right. Wait! Are you saying that...
Mia:
The lab equipment lost power at 2:55 PM... which fits right in Mr. Wright's timeline. In other words, it was Mr. Wright's shove that caused the power outage.
Payne:
Yes! The prosecution also came to that same conclusion. And it was that very shove that caused Mr. Swallow to be electrocuted!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
I'm afraid I can't agree with you there, Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean?
Mia:
Take a good look at where the victim landed after being shoved. See the umbrella? It's by the electrical pole. That's right. The victim banged into that pole as a result of being pushed. It was that impact that caused the cable to break.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, that makes sense. And then the victim was electrocuted.
Mia:
I'm sorry Your Honor, but no. It doesn't make sense at all. If the victim was shoved into the far pole... ...then he couldn't have been electrocuted by this severed cable in the foreground here!
Payne:
AAAAAAAAAAHH!!
Mia:
In other words... Someone other than my client must have electrocuted the victim!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Mia:
(Ah, the lamentations of my enemy. How I've longed to hear them!)
Judge:
It-It's true... The defense is absolutely correct! There doesn't seem to be any way the defendant could have done it--
Dahlia:
Umm... Mr. Judge, sir? May I say something? The madame attorney's explanation... She said some things that are a little different than I remember them.
Judge:
Wh-Wh-
Payne:
Wh-Wh-
Mia:
What the...!?
Dahlia:
Please, just once more. May I please testify one last time? Please... Mr. Judge?
Judge:
Of course it's alright! Just go right ahead and give your new testimony!
Mia:
(This is it... She's finally starting to show her true colors!)
Witness Testimony
-- What I Witnessed, Part 2 --
Dahlia:
The truth is... Feenie pushed him twice.
The first time was into the electrical pole. That's when the cable broke.
Then Dougie tried his best to run away from him...
But Feenie caught up and crashed into him from behind.
The cable snapping, and Dougie being electrocuted -- it all occured [sic] in less than a minute.
Judge:
Hmm... So after being shoved... ...the victim got up and tried to run away.
Payne:
And that is when the defendant pushed him for the second time.
Dahlia:
I'm so sorry, Feenie... But I... I just have to tell the truth. Am I doing the right thing? Am I, Mr. Judge?
Payne:
Of course you are, my dear! As painful as it may seem, you are.
Judge:
Now then, Ms. Fey. You may proceed with your cross-examination!
Cross Examination
-- What I Witnessed, Part 2 --
Dahlia:
The truth is... Feenie pushed him twice.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Ms. Hawthorne... Previously in your testimony you said the following... "Actually, I didn't see the moment he pushed Dougie."
Dahlia:
I know... I-I'm sorry. I wanted to protect Feenie.
Mia:
So that's why you basically lied to the court?
Dahlia:
I was a bad girl... I know... Um, Mr. Judge?
Judge:
Y-Yes?
Dahlia:
Would you please, please forgive little old me?
Mia:
Of course he won't! What you did is called "perjury"...
Judge:
Oh, come now! It was just a little old white lie! We'll forget it this time! But please be more careful from now on, alright?
Dahlia:
Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Judge.
Judge:
Not at all! Ho ho ho...!
Mia:
(The judge had better be more careful himself! A dark alley is friendlier than that girl!)
Dahlia:
The first time was into the electrical pole. That's when the cable broke.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You're saying you actually saw the victim get pushed into the electrical pole?
Dahlia:
I know he doesn't look it, but Feenie can be a bit of an imp when he wants to be.
Mia:
(Oh, really...?)
Dahlia:
But I never imagined that he would cause an electrical cable to break... Feenie really is scary when he gets mad...
Judge:
Yes, he sounds like a very dangerous individual indeed.
Dahlia:
then Dougie tried his best to run away from him...
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So let me get this straight. You were happily listening to music on your headphones while you watched this scene unfold?
Dahlia:
Waaaaah...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Ms. Fey! I'll have to ask you to stop badgering the witness!
Dahlia:
Umm... I wasn't happy... I was so scared that I couldn't even move. All I could do was stand there and cheer them on...
Mia:
Ch-Cheer them on? What do you mean by that?
Dahlia:
Well, I wished the best for them both, and that they would each give the fight their all.
Judge:
Hmm... That's very sweet of you to be so supportive.
Payne:
And what happened after that?
Dahlia:
But Feenie caught up and crashed into him from behind.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
That doesn't sound quite right... There were handprints found on the chest of the victim's leather jacket. Mr. Payne, were there also prints found on the back of his leather jacket?
Payne:
W-Well, um... N-No, there weren't...
Dahlia:
Madame Fey, may I suggest that you listen a little more carefully?
Mia:
...!?
Dahlia:
I said that he "crashed" into him from behind, right? My Feenie wouldn't leave any prints behind in that case, would he?
Mia:
Unngghh...
Dahlia:
The cable snapping, and Dougie being electrocuted -- it all occured [sic] in less than a minute.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Did you actually witness the moment the victim was electrocuted?
Dahlia:
I-I'm sorry. I didn't actually see it. I... I turned my eyes away...
Payne:
That's understandable.
Judge:
Yes indeed. It would have been a horrific sight for anyone to behold.
Present Crime Photo 2 or Students' Testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"That's enough, witness."
Mia:
(If I don't figure out the contradiction here... ...it's all over! She didn't have much time to come up with her lie, so this is my best chance. There must be a hole in her testimony somewhere! Think, Mia!)
Mia:
That's enough, witness.
Dahlia:
I'm afraid I don't understand...
Mia:
You will in a minute. Could you please take a look at this picture?
Dahlia:
Oh. That medicine... That's the one Feenie likes to take for his cold.
Mia:
It's not the medicine I want you to look at... It's the wristwatch. It stopped at the precise time the victim was electrocuted. In other words... 3:05 PM.
Judge:
Yes, and your point is, Ms. Fey...?
Mia:
My point is this! What time was it when the lab suffered that power outage due to the cable snapping?
Payne:
Well, according to the students' testimony, the answer is clear. It was 2:55 PM... Yeeaaaaaaarrrgghhh!!
Mia:
Would you care to explain to the court, Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne... ...what exactly happened during this 10 minute interval!?
Dahlia:
...!
Mia:
The defense proposes that... ...it was during this interval that the real murderer killed Mr. Doug Swallow!
Judge:
Or-Order! Order in the court! What is this all ab--
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Th-This is nonsense! The "real murderer"...!?
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Even you can't deny that the time between the cable breaking and the electrocution... ...are completely unaccounted for!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Th-Then who was it!? Who else are you saying could've done it!?
Mia:
There's only one person who could have murdered Mr. Swallow. Only after my client had left the scene... ...was there a window of opportunity for the real killer!
Judge:
Ms. Fey. Is the defense ready to indict someone as this "real killer"?
Mia:
(It's finally time. This is the moment I've been waiting for.) Yes, Your Honor. We are ready.
Judge:
Very well. But remember! If you accuse the wrong person, you will be penalized. Think very carefully before you speak, Ms. Fey. Now then, Ms. Fey. Let's have it. Who is the "real killer"!?
Present Dahlia Hawthorne profile
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It could only have been you, Dahlia Hawthorne!"
Present anyone else
Mia:
Take that!
Judge:
...
Payne:
......
Dahlia:
.........
Judge:
What's that supposed to be!?
Mia:
Err... Umm... A bout of youthful indiscretion! ...Your Honor!
Judge:
Maybe so, but I still have to penalize you.
Mia:
(Unngggh... No way! I won't let it end like this!)
Judge:
Now this time, I expect you to think a bit more carefully!
Leads back to:
"Now then, Ms. Fey. Let's have it. Who is the "real killer"!?"
Mia:
It could only have been you, Dahlia Hawthorne!
Dahlia:
Waaaaah! H-How... H-How can you...!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Th-The defense is grasping at straws!
Mia:
Ten minutes passed between the time the cable broke and the time of the electrocution! What exactly were you doing that whole time, Ms. Hawthorne? Were you really listening to some music while "cheering them both on" as they fought? I find it hard to believe that you didn't lift a finger to stop the men "dearest" to you!
Judge:
Order! Order! Ms. Fey! Wh-What... I mean, why... That is to say...
Mia:
Ms. Hawthorne! I believe you did witness the two men fighting on that day. However! After Mr. Wright pushed the victim, and subsequently left the scene... ...it was YOU who pushed Mr. Swallow to his death by your very own hands!
Dahlia:
AAAAAAAAHHH!!! H-How can you say something so mean, Madame Fey...! I... I didn't do anything...!
Judge:
Ms. Fey! This is a very serious charge you are--
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! P-Please, I have something I want to say! *achoo*
Judge:
Y-Y-You! Wh-What is it!?
Phoenix:
Please... Please strike everything the defense said just now from the record!
Mia:
What the...!? Are you daft!?
Phoenix:
You're totally wrong, Miss Fey! Dollie... She... She couldn't do something like that!
Judge:
Mr. Wright!! Get back in your seat! Bailiff! Grab that man!
Phoenix:
Aaaarrgghh... *achoo* *achoo* Leave my Dollie alone! *achoo* *cough*
???:
... *sigh* That boy...
Grossberg:
He's gotten himself in way over his head.
Mia:
Oh...! Mr. Grossberg! You're back!
Grossberg:
It seems I've arrived just in the nick of time. I found the police report on that incident in your newspaper clipping!
Police Report added to the Court Record.
Mia:
Thank you so much! This is exactly what I was hoping for!
Grossberg:
You'd better take a good look at it... It... err... details how you came to lose your boyfriend.
Judge:
Now then, the defense has made a very serious accusation. Mr. Payne, what do you have to say about this?
Payne:
W-Well really, Your Honor... I... I... That is I...
Dahlia: 
May I interrupt you for just a moment, Mr. Prosecutor?
Payne:
Ah, don't you worry, my dear. I have this situation well in hand.
Dahlia:
... ... *sniffle*
Payne:
Err, that is I... Um... G-G-Go right ahead.
Dahlia:
Madame Fey, are you seriously accusing me of killing my sweet Dougie?
Mia:
Yes. I am. Not only am I saying you murdered Doug Swallow... ...but you also tried to pin the whole thing on your current lover, Phoenix Wright!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
I told you that you should let me handle this...
Dahlia:
... ... *weep*
Payne:
Urk. Sorry. P-Please go ahead.
Dahlia:
How can you say that!? I'm absolutely devoted to my dear Feenie. The notion that I would try to frame him is ludicrous! This is all just too much for poor little me to bear!!
Grossberg:
Ah, I believe the girl is trying to ask what on Earth her motive would be.
Mia:
(The answer to that lies somewhere in this police report. It must!)
Mia:
Eight months ago, an incident occurred in the basement cafeteria of this building. And then... that same day the two of them "accidentally" meet...
Mia:
Your Honor. The defense requests further testimony from Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne!
Judge:
F-Further testimony...? What about?
Mia:
About the events of the day when she first met the defendant, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
What could that possibly have to do with this case!?
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
The witness claims that she has no reason to frame the defendant, am I correct? Well I have evidence that suggests that she, in fact, had a very good reason!
Judge:
Very well then, the court grants the defense's request. Young lady. Would you mind staying on for just a bit longer?
Dahlia:
Of course not, Mr. Judge.
Mia:
(Get ready for the battle of your life, Dahlia Hawthorne!)
Witness Testimony
-- How I Met My Feenie --
Dahlia:
I first met my darling Feenie eight months ago.
It's like we were destined to meet in this very courthouse's basement reading room.
The moment our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat!
We've been going out ever since that fateful day.
Phoenix:
We're so lovey-wuvey we literally make people sick! It's just jealousy, I think...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Do that again and you will be held in contempt of court!
Mia:
(And now we enter the final act of our little drama!)
Grossberg:
As we used to say in the days of my youth, "Go get her!"
Cross Examination
-- How I Met My Feenie --
Dahlia:
I first met my darling Feenie eight months ago.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
So until that time, you had been dating Doug Swallow?
Dahlia:
Y-Yes. I'm a real fool, I know. Letting my emotions change so quickly... I'm ashamed of myself.
Judge:
No, no. Not at all! Look at me! I'm infamous for changing my mind! My critics have even taken to calling me "Judge Fickle"! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Mia:
(Maybe you should look for a different line of work...)
Grossberg:
Despite that, however, he always, always hands down the correct verdict. That's why some people also call him "The Great Judgini".
Dahlia:
It's like we were destined to meet in this very courthouse's basement reading room.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
The courthouse reading room? That's a strange place to meet the love of your life.
Dahlia:
That's not true, Madame Fey. After all, Feenie was... Feenie was not only an art student, but he was also planning on becoming a lawyer.
Mia:
I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about you, Ms. Hawthorne. What was a literature student like you doing in a courthouse reading room?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
This line of questioning is a waste of time! It has nothing to do with our murder case!
Judge:
Ms. Fey, I'm warning you. If this has nothing to do with Mr. Swallow's case...
Mia:
(I have to remember the judge is on Dahlia's side. I'd better tread carefully...)
Wait and see
Mia:
(Mia, if the judge gets any angrier, you'll lose the whole case! I'll just have to hold my tongue for the time being.)
Judge:
Now then, young lady, please go on with your testimony. Tell us about the time you first met Phoenix Wright.
Leads back to cross-examination
Keep pressing
Mia:
Your Honor, if you'll allow me some latitude, I think I can establish relevance. Please ask her to continue on with her testimony!
Judge:
Very well. Young lady, I've got a simple question for you. What were you doing downstairs in the courthouse reading room?
Dahlia:
If it pleases Your Honor, the answer is simply this.
Adds statement "I had come to this courthouse to do some research for a paper I was writing."
Press (after adding fifth statement)
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
The courthouse reading room? That's a strange place to meet the love of your life.
Dahlia:
That's not true, Madame Fey. After all, Feenie was... Feenie was not only an art student, but he was also planning on becoming a lawyer.
Mia:
I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about you, Ms. Hawthorne. What was a literature student like you doing in a courthouse reading room?
Dahlia:
Tee hee. There's nothing strange about that. ma'am.
Dahlia:
I had come to this courthouse to do some research for a paper I was writing.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
You were writing a paper? On what?
Dahlia:
On the relationship between modern Senryu poetry and the criminal underworld.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. That sounds like a fascinating research idea.
Dahlia:
"Am I getting old? Now I've even forgotten what I've forgotten..."
Mia:
(Again with the mid-life crisis stuff!?)
Grossberg:
Mia, why did that girl really come to this courthouse? Isn't that what you wanted to know? And speaking of forgetting things, you haven't forgotten the police report, have you? I went through a lot of trouble to get it, m'dear, so be sure to read it carefully.
Present Police Report
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Hawthorne, you weren't here because of your research paper, were you?"
Dahlia:
The moment our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Hmm... So what was it about Mr. Wright that made your heart malfunction like that? In my personal opinion, he just looks like a typical snotty-nosed college brat.
Dahlia:
Perhaps to a woman your age. But to me, Feenie is handsome!
Mia:
Perhaps to you, Ms. Hawthorne. But to the rest of the planet, he's a dime a dozen.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Love is a mysterious thing, and I object to this line of questioning! If you were to look at my wife for example, you might all be shocked!
Judge:
He's telling the truth. It was truly, truly shocking.
Dahlia:
"Beautiful mushroom, growing tall in the darkness. It comes from cow dung." That's the poem that best describes how I feel about my Feenie.
Dahlia:
We've been going out ever since that fateful day.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Were there any bad feelings between you and Mr. Swallow?
Dahlia:
No, none at all. We parted on very good terms.
Mia:
But that can't be!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Our investigation also shows that it was a clean breakup.
Mia:
Huh... Are you... Are you sure?
Payne:
Yes, it seems that they both wanted it that way.
Mia:
(So the victim wanted to break up with her...?)
Press further
Mia:
So you're saying that Mr. Swallow also wanted to break up with you?
Dahlia:
W-Well, y-you see...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
What a cruel thing to ask a lovely young lady like this! ... By the way, I have never ONCE considered leaving MY wife!
Judge:
No one cares, Mr. Payne.
Mia:
(She didn't deny it... That must mean... Doug Swallow must have seen through her little act. He must have gotten a glimpse of her true nature.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Back off
Mia:
(What did the victim think of Dahlia Hawthorne...? Well, I guess I don't have to think about that now...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Grossberg:
Listen to me, Mia. That woman has the judge in the palm of her hand, you see. So the only way to discredit her is to find a contradiction in her testimony!
Mia:
Ms. Hawthorne, you weren't here because of your research paper, were you? Didn't you actually come here for a much more important reason?
Dahlia:
...!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Wh-What is the meaning of that cocky smile on your face, Ms. Fey!?
Mia:
Eight months ago, right here in this very courthouse, there was another tragedy.
Payne:
Another tragedy...?
Judge:
Do you mean the incident in which an attorney was poisoned?
Dahlia:
...
Mia:
The name of the suspect in that incident is listed here in this report. And that name is... Dahlia Hawthorne!
Payne:
What!?
Judge:
D-Dahlia H-Hawthorne!?
Mia:
Yes! The sweetie-pie of everyone's eye, Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne! She was the prime suspect in a criminal case just eight months ago!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ... Th-This is unbelievable! It's true then... The loveliest rose can hide the cruelest thorn...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Ms. Fey! Th-That's not fair! You can't slander my witness with an unrelated case!
Dahlia:
Umm...
Payne:
I, Winston Payne, will not allow it!
Dahlia:
Mr. Prosecutor... I believe I was speaking.
Payne:
Urk. P-Pardon me... G-Go right ahead...
Dahlia:
It's true that about eight months ago... ...the police expressed some interest in me.
Judge:
Hmm... Expressed some interest, huh?
Dahlia:
Mr. Judge, sir... I know I'm under oath, so I'll tell you the absolute truth. I did not commit the crime that occurred during that incident eight months ago.
Judge:
I see...
Mia:
(OK... I've tied the two crimes together! Now I've just got to stay on the offensive!)
Grossberg:
Well done, Mia! Ooohhh... You've really lit a fire in my heart... And my buttocks! I can hardly tell which is more inflamed, my spirit... or my hemorrhoids!
Witness Testimony
-- The Poisoning --
Dahlia:
I met the lawyer who was poisoned to discuss something in the cafeteria that day.
I left my seat for just a moment, and that's when it happened!
From what I heard, it was a liquid poison that is lethal at just 2 teaspoons.
Not only that, I heard it was a very special kind of poison.
So you see, I'm innocent! I wouldn't even know where to get a poison like that!
Judge:
Hmm... So that's what happened here eight months ago.
Payne:
However, as you've heard from the witness's testimony, she had nothing to do with it. I think the defense is just about out of tricks...
Mia:
I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Payne. But I'm afraid the defense has many more tricks up its sleeve today. And I'll be sure to show them to you before the end of this cross-examination!
Payne:
Unnggh! What the...!? Why does the defense suddenly feel stronger...?
Grossberg:
Aha! Mia! You're glowing with a true lawyer's aura, m'dear! That proud posture and self-confidence! Absolutely smashing!
Cross Examination
-- The Poisoning --
Dahlia:
I met the lawyer who was poisoned to discuss something in the cafeteria that day.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
What were you talking about with the defense attorney?
Dahlia:
Well I... I'm sorry, but that's confidential.
Judge:
According to the report, you were being interviewed regarding another case.
Dahlia:
The lawyer that was killed... He said he wanted to talk about an incident I was caught up in when I was younger.
Mia:
Why don't you tell us all what that incident was?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
That has absolutely nothing at all to do with this case!
Judge:
Objection sustained. The defense's question is stricken from the record.
Mia:
You get involved in a lot of "incidents", don't you, Ms. Hawthorne?
Dahlia:
Well, I guess I was just born under a bad sign.
Phoenix:
Don't worry, Dollie! I'll protect you!
Judge:
You heard the man. Now THAT is true love, young lady!
Dahlia:
Oh, Feenie... Please...
Mia:
(*gag* Those two really are making me ill. Albeit for decidedly different reasons.)
Dahlia:
I left my seat for just a moment, and that's when it happened!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
How long were you gone?
Dahlia:
I've already answered all these questions for the police... But if you must know, maybe 10 or 20 minutes...
Mia:
And where were you during that stretch of time? Using the toilet?
Phoenix:
What are you SAYING, Miss Fey!? Toilet!? My perfect little Dollie doesn't poop!
Judge:
You heard the defendant, Ms. Fey. Better luck next time.
Dahlia:
Oh, Feenie... Please...
Payne:
The police have already looked into this whole matter. This line of questioning is nothing but a waste of the court's time!
Judge:
Objection sustained. Ms. Hawthorne, please continue with your testimony.
Dahlia:
From what I heard, it was a liquid poison that is lethal at just 2 teaspoons.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
About how much liquid is 2 teaspoons?
Judge:
Hmm, well let me see... My bottle of eyedrops says it's 1/2 fluid ounce... Which is equal to 3 teaspoons...
Mia:
(So it's about two-thirds of that amount, huh...)
Dahlia:
The poison was found in the lawyer's mug of coffee. It must have been after I left the table... Someone must have quietly slipped it in there.
Dahlia:
Not only that, I heard it was a very special kind of poison.
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
A "special kind of poison"? How so?
Dahlia:
Well, I heard that it's almost impossible to detect.
Judge:
Oh? And where would something like that come from...?
Dahlia:
I'm sorry... All I know is what I overheard the policemen saying. They said something about using advanced chemical processes to purify it...
Judge:
"Chemical processes"...? Well, well... That's quite... ...impressive. Most impressive...
Mia:
(The better question is, how did the criminal get something like that?)
Dahlia:
So you see, I'm innocent! I wouldn't even know where to get a poison like that!
Press
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
And that's the reason they didn't arrest you? Because no one could show how you could've gotten the poison?
Dahlia:
I think that's a good enough reason, Madame Fey.
Payne:
She's right. And I think we've all had enough of Ms. Fey's questions!
Judge:
Hmm...
Present Doug Swallow profile
Mia:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You wouldn't know how to get that kind of poison? I don't believe you."
Grossberg:
So in essence, the main reason Ms. Hawthorne was never arrested for this crime... ...was because no one could show how she could have obtained the poison.
Mia:
Then all we have to do is find a way to establish how she could've gotten some, right? (Great... Now just how did a lit. student get a hold of poison, of all things...?)
Mia:
You wouldn't know how to get that kind of poison? I don't believe you.
Dahlia:
What...!?
Mia:
In fact, you had easy access to that kind of poison, didn't you? At your boyfriend's lab!
Judge:
B-Boyfriend!? You mean the victim, Doug Swallow!?
Mia:
That's right. Up until eight months ago, Ms. Hawthorne was dating Mr. Swallow. And if you'll recall, Mr. Swallow was a Pharmacology student at Ivy University.
Payne:
Ph-Ph-Pharmacology...
Mia:
His laboratory contained highly advanced chemistry equipment. In fact, without such equipment... ...the culprit could never have obtained such a rare and special poison!
Dahlia:
...!
Mia:
Well, Ms. Hawthorne? It seems you had access to such a poison after all. And then, it was a matter of slipping it into the victim's coffee when he wasn't looking. The only person who could've done that was the one sitting at his very table -- you!
Dahlia:
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! C-C-Could it be...!?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Th-That's nothing but a baseless accus--
Dahlia:
May I say something, Madame Fey?
Mia:
What is it, Ms. Hawthorne?
Dahlia:
The amount of poison in the coffee was 2 teaspoons, correct? In order to carry that much liquid... you would need some kind of container.
Judge:
Well, yes... That's true.
Dahlia:
I was searched immediately after the incident took place.
Payne:
Quite true. In fact the entire courthouse was turned upside down.
Dahlia:
But... they didn't find a suspicious container anywhere, did they?
Mia:
(She's right... They even mentioned that in the report!) W-Well, you could've easily gotten rid of something that small!
Dahlia:
Excuse me, Madame, but this is a court of law! If you're saying I threw the poison container away... ...I think you need to show some kind of proof!
Mia:
P-Proof...!? (She got me good with that!)
Judge:
Provide some evidence or I'll have to disallow this line of questioning, Ms. Fey!
Grossberg:
Unless we can come up with some evidence, we're going to lose this lead!
Mia:
(The police conducted a full body search of Dahlia and of the entire courthouse. And yet the container holding the poison disappeared right after the crime occurred...)
Judge:
If you're going to accuse the young lady of committing the murder... ...then where is the container the poison was carried in? What happened to it?
Present Dahlia's Present or Phoenix Wright profile
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You were forced to get rid of the container in a hurry, weren't you?"
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Judge:
...
Payne:
... ......
Dahlia:
... ...... .........
Judge:
Ms. Fey... I'm sure even you understand.
Judge:
In a narrative, this is what they call the "moment of truth"! And you've ruined it!
Dahlia:
That's correct, Mr. Judge... But you play your part so well.
Judge:
Leave it to me, young lady! It's my job, after all!
Mia:
(Ohhh...! Don't do it, Mia! Don't cry!)
Grossberg:
You're so close, Mia! Don't give up! Think!
Leads back to:
"If you're going to accuse the young lady of committing the murder..."
Mia:
You were forced to get rid of the container in a hurry, weren't you? And that's why you passed it on to someone that had nothing to do with the case! Someone that you knew wouldn't be searched!
Judge:
W-Who is this person!?
Mia:
Mr. Phoenix Wright, of course.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
So the defendant was this witness's accomplice?
Mia:
Of course not. She gave the poison to him disguised as... a present.
Dahlia:
Wh-What...!? B-But... But that's...!
Judge:
Hmm... That's a charming little necklace. Is this... a little bottle? It's really quite cute. So what about it? What does it mean, Ms. Fey?
Mia:
The day that the witness met and fell for Mr. Phoenix Wright was eight months ago... August 27th. The very same day as the poisoning incident. Under the pretense of love, the witness gave my client a present. All for the purpose of hiding the one piece of evidence that would give her away!
Judge:
Whaaat!? Are you saying there's a deadly poison in here!?
Mia:
No, there's no longer any poison in that bottle. However! I'm certain if the crime lab were to analyze it, they would find a trace amount!
Dahlia:
......... NOOOOOOOOOO!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
Judge:
Or-Order! Order in the court! Ahh, umm...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
On behalf of Dollie, I object!
Payne:
M-Mr. Wright! Control yourself!
Phoenix:
I-I won't let you bully her like this...!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I thought I told you to stay in your seat!
Mia:
Mr. Wright... Why? Why are you going through so much trouble to protect her?
Phoenix:
Why? B-Because...! Because I'm madly in love with her!
............
Judge:
Hmmm, hmmmm... "Madly in love"... I haven't heard anyone say that in a long time...
Mia:
Mr. Wright... Have you ever thought about this... Why exactly would a woman like Dahlia Hawthorne want to date you anyway?
Phoenix:
W-Well... I guess she must be madly in love with me too...
Mia:
(Mr. Wright... Please! Open your eyes...!) At this point in the trial, I think it should be obvious to everyone. The real reason that Dahlia Hawthorne is dating you is...
she's madly in love with you.
Mia:
Naturally it's because she has fallen madly in love with you too!
Phoenix:
See? Just like I told you!
Grossberg:
M-M-Mia! Are you thinking clearly!? Th-That flies in the face of everything we've learned up to this point!
Mia:
I-I'm sorry! I don't know why I even said that... *sigh* I guess it's because I just like the sound of that phrase, "madly in love"...
Judge:
Ms. Fey. You can't remain a starry-eyed maiden for the rest of your life, you know.
Mia:
Please let me think it over one more time, Your Honor...
Leads back to:
"The real reason that Dahlia Hawthorne is dating you is..."
because of that necklace.
Leads to:
"Dahlia Hawthorne was not and is not madly in love with you."
to keep you quiet.
Mia:
Naturally, it's to keep you quiet!
Phoenix:
What...!? To k-keep me quiet!? ... Um... Keep me quiet about what...?
Mia:
Well... uh...
Judge:
It seems that the rest of us don't quite understand you, Ms. Fey. Nor do we understand what this vile secret that Ms. Hawthorne holds is...
Phoenix:
That's because there is no secret, I tell you.
Mia:
(ARGH!! How dense can you be!?)
Judge:
Ms. Fey... Please think it over and try again.
Mia:
Yes, Your Honor...
Leads back to:
"The real reason that Dahlia Hawthorne is dating you is..."
Mia:
Dahlia Hawthorne was not and is not madly in love with you. The only thing she's after is that bottle necklace you love to wear around your neck!
Phoenix:
My n-necklace...?
Mia:
Back there in the waiting room, you said it yourself...
Phoenix:
Yeah, but she's so shy. Every time I see her, she always says the same thing to me. "Please give it back now."
Grossberg:
What a strange girl, asking for a present back like that...
Mia:
For Dahlia Hawthorne, that necklace is irrefutable evidence of her crime. That's why she absolutely had to get it back.
Phoenix:
Y-You're lying!
Mia:
But you never gave it back to her. And to make things worse for her, you insisted on showing it to everyone you met. That's why she......
Phoenix:
...I don't...... I don't believe you... NOOO!! Th-That's a LIE!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
Mia:
Eeeeeek!!
???:
M-Mia! Are you alright!?
Ah! The defendant! He-He's getting away!
???:
Bailiff! Hurry! After him!
Grossberg:
Mia! Mia! Are you alright!?
Mia:
Y-Yes, I-I think so...
Grossberg:
That boy...! He went completely insane!
Mia:
Where... Where's Mr. Wright?
Grossberg:
It looks like the bailiff caught him, so he should be brought back here soon.
Mia:
Thank goodness... ... Oh no!
Grossberg:
What is it!?
Mia:
The bottle necklace...! Ms. Hawthorne's "present"...! It's gone...!
Grossberg:
Whaaaaat...! That's terrible!!
Mia:
Mr. Wright must have grabbed it when he slammed into me!
Grossberg:
Foolish boy...! That's the only thing that could have saved him... What in blazes are we supposed to do noooow!!
Judge:
Mr. Wright!! This sort of behavior is unprecedented in the history of this court!
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry...
Payne:
I'm afraid that your apology is not enough!
Mia:
Mr. Wright! What did you do with the bottle necklace?
Phoenix:
F-Forgive me... I... I... I'm sorry...
Mia:
It's OK. Just give back the necklace.
Phoenix:
... I ate it.
Mia:
... You what?
Judge:
You... You... You ate it...?
Phoenix:
It was too big to swallow, so I had to chew it into little bits first, but yeah... ...Ugh. Aaaaaaaaahhhh!
Mia:
What the...?
Payne:
Wha--...?
Judge:
What is he doing now!?
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
Y-Your Honor!! You've got to stop the trial!! Mr. Wright! Mr. Wright! Are you feeling OK!? Does your stomach hurt!? That bottle you swallowed may have had some poison left in it!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Ehee hee... Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee... It seems the defendant has proven the prosecution's case for us. Clearly that bottle did not contain a deadly poison!
Mia:
H-How can you be so sure!?
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee... I think that's obvious... As you can see, the defendant is still very much alive. As for the poison? More like a fledgling defense attorney's overactive imagination!
Judge:
Hmm... So it would seem.
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
No! There must be some mistake! The bottle must not have had any poison left in it! Either that or the poison must have lost its potency...
Payne:
There, there... It's alright, rookie. Trusting your client is the most noble thing a defense attorney can do. And it's heartwarming to see that you placed this much faith in Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Payne:
But that's how it is for us on the prosecution side, too! For example, I would trust the witness, Ms. Hawthorne, with my very life! Which is why I can state that your assessment of her is completely wrong!
Judge:
That's enough! Unfortunately, Ms. Fey, I cannot accept your explanation of the events.
Mia:
B-But why!?
Judge:
This may be impossible for a beginner like you to understand... ...but in a court of law, evidence is everything.
Mia:
Unngggh! (Even though I've proven so much, is she going to get away with everything...?)
Judge:
Well, now that the suspicion surrounding Ms. Hawthorne has been cleared up... I would like to proceed with the trial.
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Mia:
M... Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Miss Fey. It totally slipped my mind. I'm really, really sorry... I know you believed in me, and I feel like I really let you down.
Mia:
Mr. Wright... What are you trying to say?
Phoenix:
Um... There's something I forgot to tell you.
Judge:
What is it!?
Phoenix:
That day... The day I met Doug Swallow...
That girl... You shouldn't see her anymore.
Hey! It's none of your business!
I'm telling you for your sake. If you continue to see her, it's going to be bad news.
Y-You're lying!
Just listen to me. There's something you need to know about that girl... ...
Swallow:
Last night, someone stole some poison from our lab.
Phoenix:
P-Poison...?
Swallow:
The same thing happened eight months ago. A drug sample was stolen. She came to the lab that time, too. It could only have been her! That girl is a thief!
Phoenix:
Stop it! D-Don't talk about her like that!
Mia:
Is it true? Did he really say that?
Payne:
Th-That's ridiculous!
Phoenix:
There's one more thing... After I pushed him that day... I got worried and came back to have a look. And she was there... Dollie was right there. She was crouched down next to him...
Mia:
What!?
Phoenix:
She told me not to ever tell anyone about it, but... I'm sorry, Dollie!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Y-Your Honor! This is... The defendant is...
Phoenix:
Miss Fey! You tell them! D-Dollie didn't do it... Sh-She's innocent!
Mia:
(So Dahlia stole poison eight months ago too, huh... If you put that together with Mr. Wright's testimony... ...then there's only one possible conclusion!) The defense believes that Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne... ...stole some poison on the night before she killed Doug Swallow.
Judge:
The night before...!?
Mia:
Naturally, her motive for stealing it was to kill someone!
Phoenix:
Miss Fey...
Judge:
If you're so certain of your theory, then let me ask you this.
Mia:
(Mia, this is your last chance. Think carefully now... There's something that she desperately wanted to get back... Therefore...)
Judge:
Exactly who was Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne planning to kill?
Present Phoenix Wright profile
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There was one person that was standing squarely in Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne's way..."
Present Doug Swallow profile
Mia:
Take that!
Grossberg:
W-Wait a minute, Mia! Why would she want to kill Doug Swallow?
Mia:
Because Doug Swallow had figured out what kind of a person she was! And so...
Grossberg:
No, no! Well, that may be true, but Ms. Hawthorne had no way of knowing that. From her point of view, who was it that was really in her way? THAT is the question you have to ask yourself.
Judge:
Ms. Fey. I'm beginning to run out of patience with you. What is your answer?
Mia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! (I can't mess up again!)
Leads back to:
"If you're so certain of your theory, then let me ask you this."
Present anyone else
Mia:
Take that!
Judge:
...
Payne:
Are you trying to mock this court, Ms. Fey?
Grossberg:
Wh-What are you doing!? You sounded so sure of yourself at first... Now it turns out you have no idea what you're talking about!
Mia:
W-Well it's been a long time since I've been in court...
Judge:
That will cost you, Ms. Fey! Now think more carefully!
Mia:
I apologize, Your Honor... (No more mistakes, Mia!)
Leads back to:
"If you're so certain of your theory, then let me ask you this."
Mia:
There was one person that was standing squarely in Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne's way... And that person was... Mr. Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
... M-M-M-M-M-M-Meeee!?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Th-That's preposterous!! After all, it was Doug Swallow that was murdered!
Mia:
Well, it's true that that's how things worked out... But, let's remember that Mr. Swallow died of electrocution, not poison. The person that Ms. Hawthorne was planning to poison was in fact... You, Phoenix Wright. There's no one else that it could be.
Judge:
B-But how can that be!? I-I thought Mr. Wright and Ms. Hawthorne were in love!
Mia:
(Poor Mr. Wright... This must be killing him... Hang in there... I'll bring her to justice... I swear it!) As I said before, the only thing Ms. Hawthorne truly cared about was... ...the one piece of evidence linking her to that incident eight months ago. That's right. The bottle necklace. That's all she cared about.
Judge:
But even so... Why... Why would she go so far as to murder him!?
Mia:
Eight months ago, just after the fall of that attorney in the basement cafeteria... Dahlia Hawthorne could think of only one thing. How to get rid of the bottle necklace as quickly as possible!
Phoenix:
N-No... It-It can't be...
Mia:
It was a pretty good move she made, too. The evidence was missing for a long time. But there was just one big problem. Although she got him to hide the evidence, Mr. Wright refused to return it to her. To him, the tiny little bottle was a cherished treasure. He even showed it to everyone he met!
Judge:
Y-You mean... TH-THAT'S why she tried to kill Mr. Wright...?
Mia:
Correct, Your Honor. It was to retrieve that piece of evidence.
Phoenix:
... Th-Th-Th... That can't be trueeeeeeeee!!
Dahlia:
"Feenie"... What a joke you are. Honestly, how can any woman ever count on you for anything? I even told you time and time again to keep your trap shut about me and that necklace. ...You disgust me!
Judge:
M-Ms. Hawthorne...?
Mia:
It appears that this trial will be coming to an end soon...
Dahlia:
Fine. I can tell you plan on making me into a criminal no matter what I say!
Mia:
You ARE a criminal, Ms. Hawthorne!
Dahlia:
We'll see about that. But first, where's your evidence? It seems your sniveling little crybaby of a client has eaten the bottle as a snack.
Mia:
Urk...! W-Well, umm...
Dahlia:
Hey! Old man! Are you senile or something!? Why don't you say something instead of sitting there with that dumb look on your face!
Judge:
M-M-Ms. Hawthorne! What's happened to you...!?
Dahlia:
Hmph! Are you really that shocked? ... Or do you prefer me... this way, Mr. Judge?
Judge:
Nnnnggghh...!
Dahlia:
With absolutely no proof, you treat a voluntary witness like she's a mass-murderer... Well, I have nothing more to say. I'll be heading home now, if you don't mind.
Judge:
B-But y-you're not finished...
Dahlia:
Fine! Then ask this nasty old hag to finish up already!
Mia:
Hold it!
Mia:
(I can't let her get away this time!)
Grossberg:
Stop, Mia! If you keep on pushing without any evidence... ...you could pay the ultimate price as a lawyer!
Mia:
The ultimate price...?
Judge:
You'd be forced to take off your attorney's badge forever, I'm afraid.
Mia:
N-No...!
Dahlia:
You'd better think it over carefully, Ms. Fey... Or should I say, Ms. Gray.
Judge:
Well, Ms. Fey? Can you provide evidence that would establish her guilt once and for all?
Mia:
(If I mess up here, my career as a lawyer is over! But to be honest... at this point I don't have any evidence that's well-founded. Even so... I'd rather lose my attorney's badge than let her get away with murder!) Your Honor! The defense would like to present proof!
Payne:
Im-Impossible! You can't possibly...
Dahlia:
Stupid woman!
Judge:
It is the opinion of the court that there has already been enough discussion. Therefore, I will allow only one piece of evidence to be presented.
Mia:
J-Just one!?
Judge:
If you are unable to establish her guilt... ...then I'm afraid that a very harsh verdict will immediately be handed down on Mr. Wright.
Mia:
I understand, Your Honor.
Dahlia:
I can just imagine the headlines for tomorrow's newspaper. Up-and-coming lawyer plummets to Earth before she gets the chance to soar...
Mia:
(She was planning to poison Mr. Wright... If that's the case, then the poison was probably in there!)
Judge:
Well then, Ms. Fey. Please present your evidence. Show to this court irrefutable proof that Ms. Hawthorne was planning to poison Mr. Wright!
Present Coldkiller X
Mia:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here it is, Your Honor! The evidence that will prove her guilt once and for all."
Present anything else
Mia:
Take that!
Judge:
Ms. Fey...! After all that thinking, THIS is your best answer!?
Grossberg:
C-Couldn't you have tried a little bit harder...?
Mia:
Please wait, Your Honor! I just... made a mistake!
Judge:
Very well. But even I have my limits!
Leads back to:
"She was planning to poison Mr. Wright..."
Mia:
Here it is, Your Honor! The evidence that will prove her guilt once and for all.
Judge:
Coldkiller X... Phoenix Wright's beloved cold medicine.
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee... Does our rookie defense attorney have a bit of a cold?
Mia:
If I did, I still wouldn't take this cold medicine. After all... It's been poisoned.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Mia:
Remember what the defendant said in his testimony.
Phoenix:
But I lost my bottle of it around lunchtime on the day of the accident.
Phoenix:
I always eat with Dollie... Just the two of us.
Mia:
She was the one who took his bottle of Coldkiller X. Then she poisoned it, knowing that Mr. Wright was going to take some.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Now you're really grasping at straws! After all, it was the victim, Doug Swallow, that was holding the medicine.
Mia:
I would like the court to recall the crime that happened here eight months ago. Where did Ms. Hawthorne hide the evidence?
Judge:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Mia:
Eight months ago, the poison was hidden in her bottle necklace... ...which she then gave to someone else for safekeeping. Someone she had accidentally run into in the reading room. My client, Mr. Phoenix Wright! Yes, that's right... She did the same thing this time as well. After shoving the victim, Mr. Phoenix Wright left the scene of the crime. That is when the murderer, Dahlia Hawthorne, appeared. With her, she was carrying the poisoned bottle of Coldkiller X. This, of course, was so she could carry out her plan to murder Mr. Wright.
Judge:
Hmm, I believe she did testify that she was going to meet with the defendant.
Mia:
Yes, and she heard and saw everything that happened at the scene of the crime. Including what the defendant and victim were arguing about, and the cut electrical cable.
That's when she realized, "I can't allow Doug Swallow to live!"
Mia:
She used the severed electrical cable to silence him forever. Unfortunately for her, this is when the problem occurred. Mr. Wright, who she thought had left the scene, came back to check on the victim. And on top of that, because of the power outage, some students showed up as well. It's hardly any wonder that she was, as she put it, in a state of panic. Recall that she was carrying that bottle of poisoned cold medicine. She must have thought, "What if they search me like they did eight months ago?"
Payne:
E-Eight months ago...?
Mia:
Yes, she disposed of the evidence exactly the same way as she did back then! She had someone else hold it! In this case... Doug Swallow!
............
Dahlia:
Oh come on now, everyone. Surely you aren't fooled, are you? This stupid woman! She's nothing but a filthy, stinking liar! Right, Mr. Prosecutor...?
Payne:
Huh...!? Y-Yes... Th-That's exactly right. It's just pure desperation!
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Hmm... I wonder which one of us is the desperate one? So, Ms. Hawthorne. This cold medicine... I wonder if you wouldn't mind taking some?
Dahlia:
...!?
Mia:
Well, Mr. Wright ate that necklace of yours, right? Now it's your turn to prove your innocence. What do you say?
Dahlia:
...!
Mia:
If I'm just a filthy, stinking liar, then there's no need to worry. So come on! Show us! I dare you to take some of this medicine right now!
Dahlia:
... ...Grr... Nngghh... Hnnn... MIA FEY...! MIA... FEYYYY...!! Do. You. Think. You've. Won? Well!? Do you, Mia Fey?
Mia:
...!
Dahlia:
Heh... Heh... Heh... Heheh... That's. Just. Fine! For the time being... For the time being, victory is yours.
Mia:
"For the time being"?
Dahlia:
Well... I have a very long memory, you know. You and I will meet again... I'm certain of it.
Mia:
...?
Dahlia:
Well then, Mr. Judge... I'll see you later too, OK?
Judge:
Huh...!? Err, why, um... Y-Yes...
Dahlia:
I'm going to go spend a little quality time with the men in blue now. I wish you all the best.
Mia:
(Whew... It's finally all over.)
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
I... I refuse to accept this! The defense hasn't shown a scrap of evidence to support their outrageous claim!
Judge:
B-But even so, your witness seems to have accepted it...
Payne:
I don't care!! I'm Winston Payne! And I don't believe one word that this rookie lawyer has said!
Mia:
Well then, Mr. Payne, let me ask you this.
Payne:
Y-Yes!?
Mia:
Would you care to try this cold medicine?
Payne:
WHAT!?
Mia:
Just a little earlier, I could've sworn you said...
Payne:
There, there... It's alright, rookie.
Payne:
For example, I would trust the witness, Ms. Hawthorne, with my very life!
Mia:
So, if she's so trustworthy... ...then I'm sure there couldn't possibly be any poison in here, right?
Payne:
Err... Well... Ummm... You see... Umm... Y-Yes...
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
...And here comes the backpedal! Come on now, "Rookie Killer"! Show this rookie how it's done! How much trust do you really have for this woman? Are you willing to bet your life!?
Payne:
Gggg... Nnngh... Unnngggggh... NNNNNNYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA M-M-My HAAAAAAAAAAIIIIRRR!! IT-IT-IT'S FLYYYYYIIIIIIIING OOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!! MY BEAUUUUUUUTIFUL HAIR!! NOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!! WAAAAAHAAAAWAAAAHAAAA NO-NO-NO-NO-No-No-no-no noooooooooooooooooooooo...
Judge:
Umm, Mr. Payne? About Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne...?
Payne:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor! I'll file papers for her immediate arrest...
Judge:
Hmmm... Tragic... but not surprising. I knew there was something suspicious about her from the very beginning!
Mia:
(Don't lie! Just admit you were wrong!)
Judge:
By the way, Ms. Fey?
Mia:
Y-Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
You said earlier that you and Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne knew each other...?
Mia:
... Your Honor... How we knew each other had nothing to do with this case.
Judge:
Hmmm... Very well... Err, Mr. Payne.
Payne:
This can't be happening! It's a nightmare! It's like losing to my daughter!
Judge:
...It appears Mr. Payne has lost his spirit along with his hair. Does the defendant have anything further to say?
Phoenix:
It-It can't be true... My... Dear... Dollie... *achoo*
Judge:
Hmm... Very well then... I believe I am ready to pass judgment and bring this trial to an end. The court finds the defendant, Phoenix Wright...
Not Guilty
Judge:
This court is adjourned!
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Grossberg:
Mia! You were wonderful in there!
Mia:
Thank you for everything, Mr. Grossberg.
Grossberg:
During the verdict, I thought my hemorrhoids were going to explode like Mt. Vesuvius!
Mia:
Umm, Mr. Grossberg... Do you, um, maybe think you could stop talking about them?
Grossberg:
Hmph! That's rather rude. Anyway, this case really made me think. What does it really mean to have a relationship of mutual trust with the client? Perhaps it is we veteran lawyers who have lost sight of this.
Phoenix:
...
Mia:
Oh! Mr. Wright...! Congratulations!
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks... Um, you know... I was thinking...
Mia:
Go on...
Phoenix:
The Dollie that I saw up there on the witness stand... I don't think that was really her.
Mia:
Um, what?
Phoenix:
Yeah... The Dollie I know could NEVER have said those kinds of terrible things... Maybe... Maybe she was like... I don't know... A fake or something.
Mia:
(Boy... This poor kid still hasn't got a clue...) You need to forget about her, Mr. Wright. For your own sake...
Phoenix:
Yeah, you're right... That's probably for the best.
Mia:
Also... You need to relax a bit more. Try to grow up a little.
Phoenix:
B-But... Out of all my friends, everyone says I'm the most grown up!
Mia:
(Eek! What kind of company must this guy keep!?)
Phoenix:
... Right now I... I'm studying to become a lawyer myself.
Mia:
That's what you keep saying... But I thought you were in the Art Department?
Phoenix:
Well, yeah... I guess I am... But there's a friend that I desperately want to help! And if I hurry, then I should still be able to save him in time!
Mia:
I see.
Phoenix:
Say, Miss Fey? A lawyer is someone who can help people when they're in trouble, right?
Mia:
Mr. Wright, I'm still new at this myself. But... I think that's exactly what a lawyer is.
Phoenix:
OK... I'm going to do it. I'll study my butt off. I'll become a lawyer for sure! I hope... I hope we see each other again some day, maybe even in court.
Phoenix:
It's been five years since I was acquitted of all charges. I became a lawyer like I planned, and managed to save my friend. But Mia has passed on to a better place. For me, this trial brings up a lot of painful memories. But... it also brings up some very precious ones. And memories that I thought would never rise to the surface again... Mia is gone now. But even so... I can hear her in my mind.
Mia:
Phoenix, no matter what, always believe in your client. In a court of law, your greatest weapon is your belief.
Phoenix:
...Five long years... Something has happened that's made me think back to her words of wisdom... But that is a story for another day...
Episode 1: Turnabout MemoriesTHE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Your Honor! What do you think of the witness's statement!?
Judge:
Hmm... I don't really see any problem with it.
Mia:
... Actually... I don't either.
Judge:
Well then what are you making a fuss for!? Think before you speak, young lady!
Mia: 
(Looks like you missed the mark on that one, Mia!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
In what way...? I'm not sure I understand.
Mia:
Actually... I don't quite get it either.
Judge:
Well, make sure you do before you speak out again!
Mia:
(Aghh... He's mad at me now. But you can't give up yet, Mia!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
Does this evidence establish that the defendant is lying?
Judge:
D-Don't ask me! You're the one who's supposed to know!
Mia:
Oops, sorry. This is all still kind of new to me...
Judge:
Well, I've got something new for you, too -- a new penalty! Objection overruled!
Mia:
(This isn't going as smoothly as I had hoped...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Mia:
Objection!
Mia:
The witness's testimony just now is clearly contradictory, Your Honor!
Judge:
It could be...
Mia:
It has to be, right!? I knew it!
Judge:
However, your evidence doesn't show whatever contradiction you think you see.
Mia:
Um...
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think it over again.
Mia:
(Well, there goes a few points with the judge...)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Phoenix Wright...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately... ...to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. This court is adjourned!
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Phoenix:
My name is Phoenix Wright... ...head of the Wright Anything Agency, and a lawyer. Although, I was doing something else entirely for a while there. As for why I decided to formally get back into lawyering... ...let's just say there's unfinished business to take care of. Anyway, I thought I'd reminisce about my first case back on the job. And what a case it was! It happened only a few months after Athena joined our office...
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Anime cutscene
Whale:
*Fweet!*
Female pirate:
Cap'n Orla! Ye made it just in time!
Orla:
*Fweet fwe fwe fwe fwe fweet!*
Female pirate:
Oh we be pirates. We love to sail the seven seas.
Just a bunch o' scallywags who are as free as free can be.
We swim through storms and waves, all because, you see...
Grand treasure and adventure's waitin' just for me!
Crowd:
YEAH!!!
July 20, 12:37 AM [sic] 
Wright Anything Agency
Phoenix:
(Today is my first day back on the job as a lawyer. Putting this attorney's badge on again really makes it hit home. Boy am I pumped! Even Trucy said, "Looking good, Daddy!") So Athena, Apollo, what do you think of the ol' attorney's badge?
Athena:
Wow! This Shipshape Aquarium's show is great! I can't get enough of it!
Phoenix:
Um... Athena?
Athena:
I still can't believe they showed the Swashbuckler Spectacular on TV! Good thing I recorded this! ...Now, who's ready for another viewing!
Apollo:
You've already watched it five times! Let's watch something else now!
Athena:
How can you even suggest such a thing?! This show is therapeutic!
Phoenix:
(Uh, boss here, asking you guys a question...)
Apollo:
What's so "therapeutic" about watching a killer whale?
Athena:
What?! Don't you know anything?! Animal-assisted therapy is an established psychiatric treatment!
Apollo:
You're kidding. That kind of thing really exists?
Athena:
It's a real thing! I've been to the aquarium myself to try it, and it really helps. I still go to there every now and then to further my psychology studies. The last time I went, I saw a dolphin and an orca swimming around together! It was so--
Phoenix:
Hey, do you two think you could quit goofing off and do some work for a change?
Apollo:
Work? But we've already cleaned the toilet... Twice. Each. ...Hey, wait a minute. Is that your badge I see?
Athena:
Wow! Congrats on getting your attorney's badge back, Boss!
Phoenix:
Thanks. Starting today, I'm officially a lawyer again! (Sheesh. Took 'em long enough to notice...)
Apollo:
Gee, Mr. Wright... With that badge on, you suddenly look so... capable!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. Um, thanks? (It's not like I was some lazy bum, you know!)
Apollo:
But what made you suddenly so fired up to get your badge back, anyway?
Phoenix:
Ah, well... I made a promise to a certain someone... An important promise.
Apollo:
What could be so important...?
Phoenix:
Anyway, we have three lawyers now, so we'd better start taking on lots of work!
Athena:
I'm all for that! Let's get this agency hoppin'!
Phoenix:
(Well, we have plenty of enthusiasm. All we need now are some clients... It's been eight years since I last wore this badge. I feel like a rookie all over again.)
TV:
...And this just in... The owner of Shipshape Aquarium, "Captain" Jack Shipley... ...has been murdered. The suspect in the case is reportedly already in custody inside the aquarium.
Apollo:
Isn't that the aquarium we were just watching, Athena?!
Athena:
It is! ...I can't believe it! A murder at Shipshape Aquarium...?! But I love that place! We need to get to the bottom of this!
???:
R-Really? I guess I'm in luck, then! I need Phoenix Wright to save my friend!
Phoenix:
(Wh-Who in the world is this?!) Um... are you a client...?
Athena:
Wait... That costume... It looks just like... I've got it! You must work at Shipshape Aquarium!
Buckler:
That's right! You min-now it! I'm Sasha Buckler! I perform like an agile catfish in our pirate show! It'll blowfish your mind!
Phoenix:
("Minnow"? "Blowfish"? Those puns floundered a bit...)
Athena:
Hee hee! I figured out the client's identity! Chalk one up for analytical psychology!
Buckler:
My friend is under suspicion of murder, so I really need some help. That's why I've gotta find this "Phoenix Wright" guy...
Phoenix:
Well, I'm Phoenix Wright... And this is Apollo Justice and Athena Cykes. They're lawyers, too.
Apollo:
If there's anything you need, all you have to do is ask!
Athena:
The same goes for me too, Ms. Buckler!
Buckler:
Ha ha! Just call me "Sasha." And I'll call you all by your first names, too, if that's all right. Phoenix, Apollo, Athena, you have to help me! Please save my friend!
Phoenix:
(Guess we'd better start by asking her more about her defense request.)
Talk
Your defense request
Phoenix:
Ms. Buckler-- Sasha, could you tell us more about why you need our help?
Buckler:
My friend is suspected of murdering the captain of Shipshape Aquarium.
Phoenix:
"Captain"? I thought the victim was the owner of the aquarium?
Buckler:
Yeah, well, our aquarium has a pirate ship theme. That's why we call the owner our "captain." We call the employees "crew," too.
Phoenix:
That's a pretty unusual aquarium you've got there.
Buckler:
Anyway, one of the crew members, my friend, is being suspected of the captain's murder. They've already decided she's guilty. I think they're going to give her the death penalty!
Phoenix:
Wh-What?! (What happened to "due process"!?)
Buckler:
But my friend is as sweet and gentle as a whale shark! She wouldn't hurt a guppy! I know there's no way she murdered anyone, but they won't believe me! But with a name like "Wright," I figured you'd be able to help me set them straight!
Apollo:
Wait a minute... Don't tell me she picked you all because of a bad pun...
Phoenix:
Ouch. I see my reputation doesn't precede me... (But seriously. My name can't be the real reason she's here...)
Adds talk option:
"Why request me?"
Why request me?
Phoenix:
What's the real reason you picked me, Sasha?
Buckler:
...Well, to be honest, I asked a whole slew of lawyers, but they all refused. They said stuff like, "There's no merit to taking your case," or "I'm not sure I can help." They're all as cruel as sharks, with hearts punier than whitebait!
Athena:
Ooh! I can really feel Sasha's frustration!
Phoenix:
(With nobody on her side, she must feel all alone... But helping people like her is the whole reason I became a lawyer in the first place.)
Buckler:
And then I heard about a lawyer named "Phoenix Wright." They say he defends clients to the end, no matter how bleak the circumstances.
Phoenix:
Hmm, guess my reputation DOES precede me. ...Not sure how well-deserved it is, though.
Buckler:
I thought to myself, if anybody can save my friend, it's you, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
(Quite a tall order there for a man who just got his badge back... But I don't want to let Sasha down... or her friend!)
Athena:
Let's help her, Mr. Wright! Let's save her friend!
Phoenix:
That's just what I was thinking. Sasha, we'll accept your case.
Buckler:
Y-You will?! Oh, thank you! You're a life-saver, literally!
Present
Anything
Buckler:
Sorry. Sea creatures are the only things I know anything about...
Phoenix:
That's all right. Don't worry about it. (Gee, I didn't mean to put her in a funk.)
Buckler:
Well, no time to stand around and mullet over things! I want you to meet my friend right away! Come to Shipshape Aquarium with me!
Athena:
You got it!
Apollo:
And I'll go, too!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I need you to stay here and keep an eye on the office until Trucy gets back. You never know when a new client might stop by.
Apollo:
How come I'M the one who has to stay behind?!
Phoenix:
Thanks a million, Apollo. Well, ladies, let's move to the aquarium, shall we?
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
So what do you think about this case, Apollo?
Apollo:
The murder of the owner of Shipshape Aquarium? ............Gah. I can't think with you looking at me so expectantly. I don't really have any ideas. Sorry I'm not any help.
Athena:
But you ARE a help! As long as you're the one playing officesitter, you're "fine"!
Phoenix:
Hey, there's Apollo's favorite word! I think I'll say it a few times, too. I'm fine! I'm fine!
Apollo:
Are you two making fun of me?
Phoenix:
Who, us? Of course not. (Just yanking your chain a little.)
Any ideas?
Phoenix:
So, any ideas for us?
Apollo:
Well, I think you should give that Swashbuckler video a glance.
Athena:
Starting to become a fan, too, huh? I knew you'd like it if you gave it a chance!
Apollo:
It's not so much that... I just thought it might give you some leads, seeing as it's the scene of the crime and all.
Phoenix:
That's a good idea. I'll take a look when I get a second.
Apollo:
I've got nothing better to do, so maybe I'll watch it a few times myself.
Phoenix:
Apollo... Please try to find something better to do...
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
The return of a legendary lawyer! It's kind of exciting.
Phoenix:
("Kind of"?) So how do I look with it?
Apollo:
Wow! You present that thing like a real pro! You must've done it a thousand times.
Phoenix:
It never really seems like enough to just have it pinned to my lapel, for some reason.
Apollo:
I get wanting to show it off. When I first became a lawyer, I flashed that badge left and right!
Phoenix:
(Uh, you still do that, actually.)
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Aqua Tunnel
Athena:
Wow, this is gorgeous! It's just like being under the sea!
Buckler:
Yeah, this is the Aqua Tunnel, our pride and joy. I'm r-eel-y glad you like it! I'm going to go on ahead and fill the detective in on your arrival. Take a look around the tunnel, and then come meet me at the pool up ahead on the right.
Athena:
Hey, Boss! Look at this cute little fish!
Phoenix:
Mmm... I bet it would be delicious grilled.
Athena:
Seriously? Is that really all you can think of?
Phoenix:
Well, I didn't get to eat lunch today-- Ooh! And here comes some grilled chicken!
Athena:
That's not a chicken! It's a penguin! C'mere, little cutie!
............*kree*
Athena:
.........It ignored me...
Phoenix:
Maybe it was hungry, too... Oh, look. It dropped something.
Athena:
Ah! It's an ad for the Swashbuckler Spectacular show!
Phoenix:
That penguin had a whole bunch of these stuffed in its backpack.
Athena:
So it's passing out flyers, huh? How cute!
Phoenix:
A carrier penguin that distributes flyers? ...We could use one of those for our office.
Swashbuckler Flyer added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Well, can't keep the client waiting! We'd better get going.
Athena:
Yeah, you're right. Time to roll up our sleeves!
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - ???
Phoenix:
Huh? I don't see Sasha...
???:
Ah! Are you two the lawyers Ms. Buckler mentioned?
Athena:
Detective Fulbright! Are you the lead detective on this case?!
Fulbright:
That's right. As long as evil exists in this world, there'll be no rest for me! And who is your sea urchin-like friend there? I don't believe we've met...?
Phoenix:
(Is he talking about me?) I'm the defendant's lawyer, Phoenix Wright.
Fulbright:
Well, I'm Detective Bobby Fulbright! People don't usually get to see this area. It's only open now because of the investigation. You two are pretty lucky to get this peek behind the scenes of an aquarium!
Phoenix:
Lucky... Right... (This guy is even louder than Apollo...) So, where is the suspect being questioned? And where is Ms. Buckler?
???:
Here I be, me buckos!
Athena:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Buckler:
Shiver me timbers! There be one of Dread Pirate Nostache's scurvy swabs!
Fulbright:
I beg your pardon?! I'm not anyone's "swab," "scurvy" or otherwise!
Buckler:
More shameless than a sea lion ye be, tryin' to make off with me best bucko! If ye want to pick a fight with us, ye'd best bring along an army o' great white sharks!
???:
*squeek*... Fweeeeeeet!
Phoenix:
S-Sasha, what's going on here...?
Buckler:
Let me introduce you! This is the friend I was telling you about! Her name is Ora Shipley... ...but she only responds to "Orla," so that's what people call her. I'm her trainer. She's the suspect in the murder, but she'd never hurt anybody.
Orla:
Fweet!
Phoenix:
SHE'S the suspect...?!
Buckler:
Yeah, and thank goodness you came before they put her down! I'm r-eel-y grateful to the two of you. I just know you'll save Orla!
Phoenix:
...WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Fulbright:
Don't tell me you didn't even know who your client was?
Athena:
A-An orca is the suspect? Our client is an orca?! Is this for real?!
Buckler:
Oh, did I forget to mention that? Oopsie!
Phoenix:
(That's one VERY BIG OOPSIE!) By the way, what was with that mustache earlier...?
Buckler:
Oh, this be part of me costume for the Swashbuckler Spectacular! When I be wearin' the mustache, I be one of Cap'n Orla's Swashbucklers! A transformation as dramatic as a puffer fish's, wouldn't you say?
Phoenix:
(I don't think I would ever say that.)
Athena:
It's a pirate-themed aquarium, so that's why Orla is wearing a pirate hat, right?
Buckler:
Yup! She really loves wearing hats. She puts them on all the time. But her fake mustache keeps falling off, so that's a problem...
Phoenix:
I-I see... Well, why don't we start with you telling us a bit more about Orla?
Talk
Orla the orca
Phoenix:
So you're really serious about me defending Orla?
Buckler:
Of course I am! You're the only one who can do it, Phoenix! I heard you once questioned an animal during a trial, and that got your client off the hook!
Athena:
No way! You did that?!
Phoenix:
I, ah... might've tried something like that at one point in my career...
Athena:
Ooh, you're gonna have to tell me all about this later, or I'll ask Apollo for all the juicy details!
Buckler:
When I heard you didn't discriminate against animals, I knew you'd hear me out.
Phoenix:
I have to warn you, though. I don't know anything about orcas. I mean, they don't... eat people, do they...?
Orla:
Fweet! FWEEEEEEET!
Phoenix:
YIKES! (I think I made her mad!)
Buckler:
I won't have you talk that way in front of Orla! Orcas have feelings too, you know!
Athena:
Yeah, Boss! They have emotions just like we do!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry! (Is anger the only feeling I inspire in women?)
Buckler:
Don't worry. She says she forgives you! Besides, orcas are very picky eaters. Orla here only eats fish. The captain went to feed Orla this morning, and then he was found dead in this very room.
Phoenix:
Could you tell us more about his death?
About the murder (appears after "Orla the orca")
Phoenix:
So the owner of the aquarium, Jack Shipley, was discovered murdered...
Buckler:
Yeah... It was about 10:10 this morning, just after the aquarium opened. A visitor was viewing the orca pool from the visitor's corridor and screamed.
Phoenix:
The orca pool is this tank here?
Buckler:
Yeah, that's right. This pool is built so that guests can see into it from the corridor on the first floor. The security guard and I heard the scream and came running into this pool room... ...where we found the captain dead at the side of the pool in his Swashbuckler costume. He was as big and tough as an ol' crocodile, the captain. I still can't believe he's dead...
Athena:
Mr. Shipley was very important to you, wasn't he?
Buckler:
Sorry. I didn't mean to get all sad goldfish on you...
Phoenix:
(Sad goldfish...?)
Buckler:
Okay. Time to snapper out of it! When it's showtime, it's time to smile! That's what the captain always said.
Athena:
...By the way, do you know why exactly Orla is being accused of the crime?
Why is Orla accused? (appears after "About the murder")
Phoenix:
Can you think of any reason why Orla would come under suspicion?
Buckler:
The police think Orla went berserk during practice for the Swashbuckler Spectacular. But Orla would never do anything like that! Right, Orla?
Orla:
Fweeeeeeet! Fwee, fwee!
Athena:
Aw, just look at that face! Isn't she adorable! The charges just HAVE to be false!
Phoenix:
Hate to break it to you, but the police don't usually base its decisions on "cuteness."
Fulbright:
That's right! We base them on facts! Take a look at this.
Phoenix:
(A photo of the victim, huh?) He's got a wound on his head.
Fulbright:
Very perceptive! The victim and the orca were the only ones here. What's more, we couldn't find a weapon of any kind around.
Photo of the Body added to the Court Record.
Athena:
So what's the theory on how Orla supposedly killed the victim?
Fulbright:
They say orcas sometimes kill their prey by ramming into them underwater. We believe this orca did just that by pulling the victim into this 65-foot pool... ...and then ramming into him while they were in the water!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Without any suspects besides Orla, this could be one tough case...)
Orca Pool Diagram added to the Court Record.
Fulbright:
No official autopsy has been ordered, but an orca attack makes sense.
Phoenix:
Why hasn't one been ordered?
Fulbright:
Accidental death due to a failure to exercise proper oversight over an animal. The medical examiner said it wasn't a homicide, so we don't need an autopsy.
Athena:
So Orla's going to be put down without a proper investigation?! That isn't fair! That's nothing short of police negligence, Detective Fulbright!
Fulbright:
The incident wasn't determined a homicide, so there's nothing we can do, Ms. Cykes! Ordinarily, the owner of the aquarium would be held responsible for the oversight failure... ...but the owner is the victim himself, so all we can do is hold the orca responsible.
Buckler:
Phoenix! Isn't there anything you can do?! They're going to put Orla down!
Phoenix:
(Sasha and Orla are depending on me. I want to do everything I can to help them! But how do I help an orca? Wait... Yes, I can do this!)
Find the real killer
Phoenix:
...I'll find the real killer!
Buckler:
Oh, thank you, Phoenix! And I'll do everything I can to help you!
Fulbright:
Wait just one moment! You're not a police officer or a prosecutor! You're not even officially the defendant's lawyer! You have no right to investigate!
Phoenix:
(I'm not officially Orla's lawyer, huh...? In that case, I know exactly what I have to do!)
Leads back to:
"(Yes, I can do this!)"
Defend Orla in court
Leads to:
"(I got my badge back now, so I know exactly what I have to do.)"
Set Orla free
Phoenix:
...I'll set Orla free.
Buckler:
Okay! I'll go open the water gate!
Fulbright:
If you think I'll just let you set the suspect free, you've got another thing coming!
Buckler:
Pollocks to you, punk!
Phoenix:
(I guess until I can actually try to prove Orla's innocence... ...I can't truly set her free... Which means...)
Leads back to:
"(Yes, I can do this!)"
Present
Swashbuckler Spectacular Flyer
Sasha:
Do you two want to be in the Swashbuckler Spectacular?
Phoenix:
You have regular people participate?
Buckler:
Of course! We even have a special tour for people who want to be in it!
Athena:
What roles would we play if we said yes?
Buckler:
Let's see... The roles of a blue seahorse and a yellow sea slug are available!
Phoenix:
Judging by the colors, I must be the seahorse.
Athena:
A-And I'm the sea slug?! No way! I won't do it!
Buckler:
But sea slugs are all fluttery and beautiful, Athena!
Athena:
They're... beautiful? In that case, I'll do it!
Phoenix:
(Her mind is pretty much an open book.)
Buckler:
Ha ha ha! I hope we can do a show together someday!
Phoenix:
(I got my badge back now, so I know exactly what I have to do.) ...I'll defend Orla in court.
Fulbright:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Even an orca deserves a fair trial. If the one responsible for Orla is dead... then I'll take responsibility for her!
Athena:
You'll what?! I guess doing crazy things just once in your career wasn't enough, huh? But what the heck! I'll take responsibility for her, too!
Fulbright:
Are you two insane?! This is a case of accidental death caused by an animal! It's not a murder case! With no evidence of foul play, this case will never go to court!
Phoenix:
Then let us investigate the crime scene. If we can prove this was a murder, we might be able to take it to trial. And then Orla would certainly need the help of a few good lawyers!
Fulbright:
Hmm... I guess so... But who's ever heard of a trial for a killer whale?!
Athena:
Just because it's never been done before doesn't mean we can't do it now!
Fulbright:
But... Hmmmmmmmmm...
Athena:
Please, Detective Fulbright! For justice's sake!
Fulbright:
............ The police have determined that an animal that has harmed a human should be put down. But I don't know for sure whether that was a just decision... If your sense of justice compels you to take on the defense of this animal... ...then my sense of justice tells me to let this case be reexamined for possible merit!
Phoenix:
Y-You mean it?!
Athena:
Really?! That's fantastic! You're not such a bad guy after all, Detective Fulbright!
Fulbright:
Just remember, this case hasn't been officially recognized as a homicide yet. I'll get in touch with the prosecutor's office, but I'm not making any promises. Anyway, I'd better be off!
Buckler:
You two are our lifeboat! I'll be right here if you need me!
Phoenix:
Thanks. I've got a feeling we'll really need your help with this investigation.
Athena:
We're still not sure if it'll go to trial, but as Orla's lawyers, we'll do everything we can!
Phoenix:
To get this case into court, we'll need a prosecutor to make an indictment... ...so we have to find enough evidence to prove it's a criminal case.
Athena:
There just has to be something that shows the culprit was somebody other than Orla!
Phoenix:
Hmm... Detective Fulbright said there were no weapons in the area, other than her... ...so we'd better look for something to prove him wrong. I'd better make a note of that so I don't forget.
Athena:
You sure are organized, Boss! Maybe I should get a notebook of my own!
Phoenix:
I just like to jot down Notes on the case in the Court Record as I go along. We can use it as a sort of "To Do" list.
Athena:
Great idea! I'll add things, too. And whenever we're stuck, we can just refer to the notes!
Phoenix:
(To read the Notes, I just open the Court Record (R). The I can switch between the tabs by touching them, or with R and L.) There! Note jotted. Now let's investigate this crime scene.
Athena:
There has to be some evidence here we can use in court! Examining the crime scene from every angle is the key here!
Phoenix:
That's right. If we change our perspective, we might come across new evidence. To change perspectives, I can touch the arrows on the bottom screen or use [D-Pad].
Athena:
Or, if there's a particular spot that's got your attention, get right up to it and look away!
Phoenix:
(Like that outline of the body in the far right there...?)
Athena:
Of course, talking to everybody involved is one of the keys to good investigation.
Phoenix:
Exactly. And if we Present items to people, we might learn even more.
Athena:
Right! It all boils down to thorough legwork! Well, let's get started!
Talk
Why is Orla accused?
Phoenix:
Okay, let's run through why Orla is under suspicion one more time, shall we?
Buckler:
The police think Orla went berserk during practice for the Swashbuckler Spectacular.
Phoenix:
(No official autopsy has been ordered but the victim's head injury can be seen in the photo. The victim and Orla were the only ones here, and there was no weapon of any kind.)
Athena:
They think Orla dragged the victim into the pool, which is about 65 feet deep... ...and then rammed him in the water.
Buckler:
But Orla would never do anything like that! You two believe me, don't you?!
Phoenix:
We do. We agreed to take on your case, and we'll believe in you to the very end.
Athena:
Great! It's all settled, then. Let's start the investigation!
Examine
Orla (from front)
Athena:
Is that show makeup above Orla's eye?
Buckler:
That's right. It's a starfish. Kinda makes her look like a punk-rockin' pirate, dontcha think?
Phoenix:
(A punk-rock pirate killer whale...? *groan* It's official -- society's on the road to ruin.)
Athena:
Well, I think Orla is one hot rockfish! Speaking of rockin', how do you get Orla to do what you want during the show?
Buckler:
I give her signals with this whistle.
Phoenix:
Oh? But I didn't hear anything just now.
Buckler:
The sound's out of the range of human hearing, just like a dog whistle. Orcas have better hearing than people do. They can even hear the whistle underwater.
Athena:
That's so cool! I wish I could give commands to Orla!
Buckler:
Anybody can do that. All they'd have to do is learn the signals. Here, Athena. You can have one of our whistles. Consider it a present!
Whistle added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Gee, thanks!
Buckler:
As for the actual commands, I'm afraid I can't teach them to you. They're top-secret.
Orla (from front, second time)
Athena:
Is that show makeup above Orla's eye?
Buckler:
That's right. It's a starfish. Kinda makes her look like a punk-rockin' pirate, dontcha think?
Phoenix:
(A punk-rock pirate killer whale...? *groan* It's official -- society's on the road to ruin.)
Athena:
Well, I think Orla is one hot rockfish! Speaking of rockin', how do you get Orla to do what you want during the show?
Buckler:
I give her signals with this whistle.
Phoenix:
Oh? But I didn't hear anything just now.
Buckler:
The sound's out of the range of human hearing, just like a dog whistle. Orcas have better hearing than people do. They can even hear the whistle underwater.
Athena:
That's so cool! I wish I could give commands to Orla!
Buckler:
Anybody can do that. All they'd have to do is learn the signals.
Orla (from left or right)
Phoenix:
(Orla's not going to notice me from here. I'd better move around to the front...)
Ladder
Phoenix:
It doesn't look like the ladder goes all the way down to the bottom of the pool.
Athena:
But there's usually water in the pool, so it doesn't need to. So apparently, the pool spans two whole floors. Ordinarily, visitors only get to see what they can from the first floor... ...but they said on TV that they sometimes give behind-the-scenes tours!
Phoenix:
Sounds likes that Swashbuckler Spectacular show you recorded is really coming in handy.
Octopus
Athena:
Yikes! Look at that huge octopus!
Phoenix:
That must be a show prop, too. One of its legs is missing, though.
Athena:
Wouldn't it be exciting to take on a huge enemy like that?! I'd like to give it a try, myself -- as a lawyer, that is!
Phoenix:
(You know you have an insufficient number of limbs to out-object it, right...?)
Backdrop
Phoenix:
A setting sun... Sunsets always remind me how quickly the day goes by...
Athena:
Oh, Boss! It's just a painted backdrop, you know!
Phoenix:
Down, Athena. Of course I know. I guess they use it for the Swashbuckler Spectacular.
Athena:
It looks handmade. Ooh, I just got an idea! Why don't we make our own "not guilty" backdrop?
Phoenix:
And present it to the judge when things aren't going our way?
Athena:
No, we put psychological pressure on the judge by hanging it behind the defendant!
Phoenix:
I... almost want to see how the judge would respond to that...
Hoist
Athena:
Hey, look! There's an apparatus here to hang from.
Phoenix:
I don't think it's for people to hang from. It looks more like a crane to move things with.
Athena:
But Sasha was hanging from it during the Swashbuckler Spectacular. I bet there are all kinds of ways to use it, not just to move things. C'mon, Boss! Try thinking outside the box!
Phoenix:
(Is she trying to say I have a narrow-minded view of things?)
Hoop or piece of meat
Phoenix:
There's a piece of meat and a plastic hoop suspended from the ceiling. Talk about a clashy décor.
Athena:
I guess Orla really likes meat. Who knew they fed her such huge chunks, though.
Phoenix:
Uh, all orcas are carnivores. You knew that, right?
Athena:
Of course, silly! And I love meat, too! Protein is your body's basic building block, after all!
Phoenix:
But that meat is made out of rubber. I doubt Orla could really eat it, even if she wanted to.
Athena:
You mean to tell me she jumps all the way up there and doesn't get her reward? The poor girl! After all that effort!
Phoenix:
I don't think Orla is as dumb as you think she is...
Door
Phoenix:
The doors are slightly open, and there are police officers standing guard outside.
Athena:
I guess they're watching to make sure we don't try any funny business.
Phoenix:
Well, now that you've said it, I suddenly feel the urge to do something.
Athena:
How about if I suddenly break out some squat exercises? That would be pretty funny.
Phoenix:
Yeah... that might cause a few raised eyebrows in ways you don't want, Athena...
Ball
Phoenix:
Oh, look. There's a ball in the water. Is that another prop for the show?
Buckler:
That's one of Orla's toys. She plays volleyball with it. It's usually in the bin. Guess I must've forgotten to put it away yesterday.
Athena:
Wow, I wish I could play volleyball with Orla!
Buckler:
You have as much fight in you as a mean, old lobster! I like it! There aren't many people who wanna be on the receiving end of Orla's fast ball!
Athena:
H-Her fast ball?!
Buckler:
Yeah. She likes to be naughty and slam the ball into things around the pool. You should hear the sound that ball makes when it crashes into stuff!
Athena:
U-Uh, well, maybe some other time...!
Phoenix:
(She suddenly went from "fighting lobster" to "reluctant hermit crab"...)
Shark cannon
Athena:
Hey, there's a cannon in the shape of a shark! I'd love to try firing that thing! Boom!
Phoenix:
Are these cannonballs supposed to look like fish eggs or something...?
Athena:
Hm? But why fish eggs? Why not baby sharks? Think about how crazy it would be to have sharks go flying through the air! Watch the thrilling life-or-death struggle as the little tykes fight to stay alive out of water! I can see it now! The drama! The mayhem! The whirlwind of teeth!
Phoenix:
(A tornado of sharks? Not even Hollywood could conjure up something that insane.)
Control panel
Phoenix:
Looks like the control panel for that crane apparatus. There sure are a lot of buttons...
Athena:
When I see this many buttons, I start to get fidgety.
Phoenix:
I know what you mean. You start itching to push them, right?
Athena:
Nah, I start itching to make a psychological study of people who want to push buttons!
Phoenix:
...Need I remind you that I'm your boss, not your guinea pig?
Boxes and props (from far away)
Phoenix:
(It's too far away to get a good look. I'd better get a little closer first.)
Boxes and props (from close up)
Athena:
What a mess! Was all this stuff knocked over when the victim struggle [sic] with his killer?
Phoenix:
It's possible, but it would be hard to prove. Let's take a closer look, shall we?
Boxes
Athena:
Look at all this stuff scattered everywhere! I see some swords! I wonder if they have anything to do with the case?!
Phoenix:
They're made of rubber. I doubt they could be used as a weapon.
Athena:
But I still bet if someone got whapped with one, it would sting quite a bit.
Phoenix:
...Yeah, I guess it would.
Athena:
But I think I could stand the pain.
Phoenix:
Yeah? Good for you... (Oh, look. There's a blow-up dolphin and an anchor, too.)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! Are you even listening to me? Stop looking at those toys!
Phoenix:
(Yikes! Guess I've been caught red-faced!)
Outline
Athena:
Ugh. So this is where the body was found, huh?
Phoenix:
If they suspect Orla, maybe they found some evidence of an attack on the victim...?
Buckler:
Orla didn't attack the captain! She loved him! The captain rescued Orla when she was little, after she got beached on the shore. He tried to release her into the ocean, but she kept coming back. I can tell Orla's sad about losing the captain. She's just not her usual chipper self.
Athena:
Orla must really love this aquarium and the captain.
Buckler:
She's the only one around here big and strong enough to play with the big, tough captain. Every day, she made a point of head-butting him and stealing his hat.
Phoenix:
Yikes! I guess you weren't kidding when you said the captain was a really strong guy.
Anything else
Phoenix:
(Nothing much to see here.)
Phoenix:
I guess that's about it.
Athena:
Under different circumstances, I would've loved to see the Swashbuckler Spectacular...
Buckler:
The three of us always performed the show together -- me, Orla, and the captain... Today's show has been canceled, but we could put on a little performance for you now! We be Cap'n Orla's Swashbucklers, me buckos! We love to sail the seven seas! We've come to rout that mangy blaggard, Dread Pirate Nostache! Avast! There he be, Nostache himself! Prepare to feed the fish!
Phoenix:
Um... am I playing the role of "Nostache"?
Athena:
Well, Sasha has a "stache," and you don't, so I guess so...
Buckler:
Hit 'im with yer water cannon, Cap'n, and spare no quarter!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaagh!
Orla:
Fwe fwe fweet. Fwe fwe fwe fweeet! Fwe fwe fwe fweet fwe fwe fweet!
Buckler:
We swim through storms and wave all because you see... Grand treasure and adventure's waitin' just for me!
Athena:
Wow! That was awesome! Your performance packed quite a wallop!
Phoenix:
Yeah... I, for one, feel like I took quite a beating...
Buckler:
Sorry 'bout that! Can't have a show without a bad-guy role, right?
Phoenix:
But a singing orca, huh? It must've been tough to train her to do that.
Buckler:
That's Orla's best trick. She can only sing one song, though.
Phoenix:
(Well, she's still got one up on a pianist who can't play even one song...) Well, now that we've had a taste of the show, we'd better do some more investigating.
Athena:
Good idea. Let's go to the Aqua Tunnel!
Examine
(I guess we already checked this out, but no harm in giving it another look.)
Present
Whistle
Buckler:
Oh, have you been using the whistle I gave you?
Athena:
Of course! But I can't get Orla to do any tricks.
Phoenix:
I can't believe you can command that huge creature. That's pretty impressive, Sasha.
Buckler:
Pretty cool, huh? I bet there aren't too many people who can say... ...they literally get to "whistle while they work."
Phoenix:
(That must be pretty nice for you.)
Buckler:
But Orla is the one who's impressive, really, not me.
Athena:
It's easy to see how much you care about Orla.
Phoenix:
You two are a good team.
Athena:
What...?! But you and I are a great team, right? We can top that!
Wright Anything Agency:
Present
Whistle
Apollo:
What's this? Something you wear around your neck?
Phoenix:
It's a whistle they use to make the orca do her tricks.
Athena:
If I blow it at you, will you do a trick?
Apollo:
What am I, some kind of circus animal to you two?
Phoenix:
Well, you ARE one of the talents here at our Wright Anything Agency, after all. The least you could do is learn a trick or two.
Apollo:
Need I remind I'm a lawyer?! Besides, Athena doesn't know any tricks!
Athena:
Hee hee! That's what YOU think! I've got a special trick I've been waiting to bust out. I can chug an entire glass of OJ without taking a breath, all while doing squats!
Apollo:
Well... that's, uh, really something, Athena...
Phoenix:
(I don't think I want to see Athena do squats...)
Anything else
Apollo:
Evidence...? Does this mean you want me at the defense's bench in court?!
Phoenix:
No. I just wanted to see what you think.
Apollo:
Oh. Darn... In that case, I don't think you want to hear what I think.
Aqua Tunnel (before examining crime scene):
Talk
What to do
Athena:
We have to find some evidence that shows the culprit wasn't Orla! 
Phoenix:
You're really fired up for this, aren't you?
Athena:
Well, I'm getting pretty good at investigating, thanks to that last case. So I want to show you how much I've learned! Vamos a hacer esto! Let's check out the scene!
Phoenix: 
I'm glad to see your enthusiasm, but if you run like that, you're going to fall. 
Athena:
Aaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix: 
...Too late.
Any ideas?
Athena:
Well... I have noticed there's an amazing chemistry between Orla and Sasha.
Phoenix:
Not those kinds of ideas. I mean, any thoughts on the case?
Athena:
My thoughts are that we don't have enough information yet. That is what my heart is telling me.
Phoenix:
(In other words, you don't have any ideas. Got it.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Athena:
I'm so glad you got your attorney's badge back, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Me too. I guess I was always meant to be a lawyer. I'm going to polish it up, shinier than it's ever been!
Athena:
I can top that! I'm going to polish mine until the finish comes off!
Phoenix:
Never mind. You win.
Swashbuckler Flyer
Athena:
Ooh, the Swashbuckler Spectacular is so exciting! I could watch it a hundred times! The fierce fighting, the graceful moves! Oh, Orla and Sasha are so cool!
Phoenix:
If you love the show so much, why don't you try auditioning to be in it?
Athena:
Hey, I know! The whole office could be in it together! We could be the "Anything Pirate Band"! You know, from the name of the agency!
Phoenix:
Sounds like a pretty pathetic pirate band to me. 
Athena:
What are you talking about?! It sounds cutthroat! It means we'd do "anything" to get our hands on treasure! Anything, no matter how brutal!
Phoenix:
Yikes. We're a brutal pirate band?!
Whistle
Athena:
Phwiiiiip! Phwiiip, phwiiip!
Phoenix:
I didn't ask if you could blow it. It's such a weird whistle, anyway. It doesn't even make a proper "whistle" sound.
Athena:
Most people can't hear it, but I think I can hear it a little bit. It's like a message that only Orla's heart can receive! Aw, that's so sweet!
Phoenix:
It's the same idea as a dog whistle, so I wonder if dogs can hear it, too?
Athena:
Grr! Now you ruined it! You don't know anything about girls, do you?
Anything else
Athena:
Oh, I get it. Your current state of mind is: "Gather all the information we can get." But let's concentrate on USEFUL information from now on, okay, Boss?
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Aqua Tunnel
Fulbright:
So you all done investigating the pool already?
Phoenix:
We had a good look around, but now we're moving on to other areas.
Athena:
How is the police investigation going? Did you -- say, for example -- find any other suspects besides Orla...?
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Wouldn't that be fortunate for you if we did? But no, I'm afraid not. And even more unfortunate for you... ...I'm afraid we found decisive evidence of the orca's guilt.
Phoenix:
(What?!) P-Please tell us more, Detective!
Talk
Proof the orca did it
Athena:
So what's this "decisive evidence"?! Don't hold out on us now, Detective Fulbright!
Fulbright:
I'm very sorry, but I can't share classified information with the defense. Especially not security footage that shows the moment the orca attacked the victim! Yup, I'm to personally see to it that this baby stays safe! It will never leave my side!
Policeman:
'Scuse me, but there's a call for you, Detective.
Fulbright:
I'll be right there! Sorry guys, you know how it is!
Athena:
Well, he never said that HE wouldn't leave ITS side, I guess... Now, let's sneak a peek! Wh-What the--?!
Phoenix:
Is this supposed to be  the moment Orla attacked the victim...?
Security Footage added to the Court Record. 
Athena:
This little bit of footage doesn't prove anything!
Phoenix:
I agree. I believe in Orla and Sasha. Let's just continue with our investigation.
Athena:
Good idea! ...Huh? There's a sticker on this camera that says, "Return to the Pub O' Danger."
Phoenix:
Guess somebody there manages the cameras? Let's check it out later.
Fulbright:
Sorry about that. Prosecutor Blackquill called to remind me to go feed Taka. So where were we...? Oh, that's right! You two got any more questions for me?
Phoenix:
No, we're good. Thank you. (For leaking all your info!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Fulbright:
So that's your symbol of justice, is it? Well, this is MINE!
Phoenix:
(...Wow. He can whip that badge out pretty fast...) 
Athena:
We can top that! Take THIS! Twin attorney's badges!
Fulbright:
Aaagh! No fair! Two against one!
Athena:
No fair! Your police badge is bigger and flashier!
Fulbright:
What?! You dare to call me... "unfair"?! Me, the very model of justice itself?!
Athena:
Boss! I'd say we won this round!
Phoenix:
Athena, in this battle there are no winners...
Photo of the Body
Fulbright:
The poor victim... It's heart-wrenching! Crime cannot go unpunished!
Phoenix:
We don't want crime to go unpunished, either.
Athena:
But we'll do our utmost to defend our client.
Fulbright:
Hmm. Your form of justice or mine... Which is true justice? I guess we'll see how it plays out.
Athena:
In other words, he doesn't have enough information right now to make up his mind. 
Phoenix:
Thank you for the translation, Athena.
Anything else
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! I have NOTHING to say about that! If you're lawyers of any mettle, you'll find the answers for yourselves!
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Pub O' Danger
Athena:
This looks like one of those hands-on exhibits. It has a real air of danger, don't you think?!
Phoenix:
Well, the banner does say it's the "PUB O' DANGER"... 
Athena:
Let's see. According to the description, this room is... ..."A pub where pirates gather. Explore and interact with sea creatures! Actually feel the electricity of electric eels and feed real piranhas! Experience the terror of the seas with these dangerous experiments!"
Phoenix:
All of those sounds less like "terror" and more like "torture" to me!
???:
Ahem! I'd thank you to keep it down there, blue boy. I'm conducting an experiment! Do not disturb me, unless you wish to be zapped with an electric eel!
Phoenix:
M-My apologies, ma'am. (Wow. She seems intense...)
Athena:
Excuse me, but who are you?
???:
Before you ask others, shouldn't you give YOUR name first? Basic manners, young lady. 
Athena:
O-Oh, yes! Of course! My name is--
DePlume:
Never mind. I will simply call you "yellow girl." It's easier that way. I am Norma DePlume. I am very interested in Shipshape Aquarium, and am a frequent visitor here.
Athena:
B-But... I don't want to be "yellow girl"!
Phoenix:
You think I want to be called "blue boy"? ...*sigh* Let's just see what she has to say.
Talk
Norma DePlume
Athena:
You say you're interested in the aquarium, but you don't look like a staff member. Hmm... Let's see... I got it! You're someone completely unrelated to this aquarium!
Phoenix:
(That's some deductive reasoning there champ.) 
DePlume:
I am a visitor, a patron, a customer, a guest... And  what might you be?
Athena:
I'm not a "what"! I'm a lawyer!
Phoenix:
(Hey, that's what I was going to say!) A-And I run a law office!   
DePlume:
Well, whatever you are, I don't have the slightest interest. 
Athena:
Grr! Just who does she think she is, Boss?!
Phoenix:
"A visitor, a patron, a customer, a guest," remember?
Why you're here
Athena:
I thought they closed the aquarium and weren't letting members of the public in?
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! But I have special permission, you see.
Phoenix:
And why exactly is that, if I may ask?
DePlume:
Well, because of the incide-- Heavens! I've said too much.
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
I-I remember this...! Psyche-Locks!
Athena:
Huh? Psychedelic rock? Cyborg clocks? What?!
Phoenix:
No, no. "Psyche-Locks." It's the power of this Magatama. It gives me the ability to see the  secrets locked away in somebody's heart. If I can remove the locks, I can uncover their secrets. 
Athena:
I didn't know you had a magical item like that!
Phoenix:
It looks like this lady knows something about what happened. I'll just use my Magatama and undo her Psyche-Locks. (Huh? I can't see the locks anymore!)      
Athena:
Huh? The color of that stone looks different from before.
Phoenix:
That's funny. Maybe it's just out of juice...?
Athena:
I-It can do that?
Phoenix:
Yeah. A certain girl I know poured her spiritual power into it for me. Without that power, I can't undo the Psyche-Locks.
Athena:
No way!
DePlume:
Hmph! Why do I have to keep quiet about it, anyway?! I've never been any good at keeping secrets. But I did promise after all, so I guess I had better keep my mouth shut... 
Phoenix:
Who did you promise what to?
DePlume:
No comment. Now, go away!
Phoenix:
*sigh* Just when I thought we could find out more about the case...
Athena:
Let's go try to find some other way! I'm sure we'll find something!
Why you're here (second time)
Athena:
I thought they closed the aquarium and weren't letting members of the public in?
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! But I have special permission, you see.
Phoenix:
And why exactly is that, if I may ask?
DePlume:
Well, because of the incide-- Heavens! I've said too much.
Phoenix:
(Without some spiritual power, the Magatama can't help me unlock Ms. DePlume's secret. I guess we'll just have to think of some other way.)
Present
Swashbuckler Flyer
DePlume:
A Swashbuckler flyer? I have more than enough of those already. Do you have any idea how many times I've visited this aquarium?!
Phoenix:
(Hey, what are you yelling at me for?) Don't you ever get tired of coming here?
DePlume:
Hmph! You obviously don't know anything about Shipshape Aquarium. They feature different marine creatures each month, so visitors never get bored.
Athena:
So you're a fan of Shipshape Aquarium, like me?
DePlume:
Oh, please! I'm here to gather information-- the fundamental work of a great writer. But I don't suppose that's something you common folk would understand...
Athena:
Grr! That woman makes me so mad! 
Phoenix:
Now, now. Why don't we "common folk" just get back to our investigation?
Security Footage
DePlume:
Don't thrust that under my nose! I won't watch it!
Phoenix:
Are you usually pretty photogenic, Ms. DePlume?
DePlume:
Of course I am! I've been compared to a movie star! It's little wonder, with my perfect makeup and stylish figure. Wouldn't you agree?
Phoenix:
(She wants me to agree?!) Let's get a woman's opinion on this one.
Athena:
What? You're asking me?! Well, uh, let's see. I DO think you're very pretty, Ms. DePlume.
DePlume:
Hmm? I get the distinct impression your words are full of hidden meaning...
Athena:
Well... I wouldn't say "full" so much as "full-figured"...
Phoenix:
A-Athena! I'd stop right there if I were you.
Anything else
DePlume:
I have no interest in looking at meaningless trifles. As a matter of fact, I have no interest in looking at you, blue boy. 
Phoenix:
(What, so now I'm a "meaningless trifle," too?)
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Aqua Tunnel
Athena:
Hey, Detective Fulbright's gone. It looks like the police investigation is over, too. 
Phoenix:
That's too bad. I was hoping to get a little more out of him. 
???:
Yo! Yo! Yo ho hooooo! Cleaner? Nuh uh. Feeder? That's right! Yo girl why you hidin' from me? I'm searching all 'round like this be a bad dream.
Phoenix:
(Is that somebody... rapping?)
???:
Rifle yo sometimes you make me so mad. But now that you're gone I'm just so sad. Yo Rifle just come back to me. We can be together and sing kree kree kree!
Phoenix:
What's with this guy, rapping and making strange bird sounds...?
???:
Yikes! W-Who's there?! ...You didn't hear me rappin', did ya?!
Phoenix:
Yeah, well... Maybe...
???:
Arrrrrrr! Look, just do me a favor and pretend ya didn't hear nothin'!
Phoenix:
Fine by us. And who might you be?
Rimes:
I'm Marlon Rimes. I'm an animal keeper here. But the aquarium is already closed today. Um, at least, I'm pretty sure it is...
Athena:
Pretty sure? You don't sound too certain... Oh! Are you new here or something?
Rimes:
Wow! Yeah, that's right! Pretty good guess! So who are you guys?
Phoenix:
I'm Phoenix Wright.
Athena:
And I'm Athena Cykes. We're lawyers, and we're going to represent Orla... ...by taking her case to court and proving she's innocent!
Rimes:
A-Are ya serious?! You wanna defend an orca in COURT?! ...Oh! But if you're here for Orla, that must make ya friends of Sasha's... Sorry if I came across rude.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like he's friends with Sasha.)
Rimes:
Sometimes when I'm by myself, I like to rap to pass the time. Especially when I'm around the animals I love. 
Athena:
Ooh, I love animals, too! Especially marine creatures, like dolphins!
Phoenix:
I like marine creatures, too. (But just the ones you can eat.)
Rimes:
Yeah? Well, people who like animals are good people. That's what I always say! If there's anything I can do for you two, just say the word! I just started workin' here, though, so I dunno how much help I can be. 
Athena:
Mr. Rimes seems pretty friendly.
Phoenix:
Yeah, friendly and agreeable.
Talk
Marlon Rimes
Athena:
So, what exactly do you do here as an animal keeper?
Rimes:
Mainly, I clean the place and feed the animals. Wiping all this glass takes forever!
Phoenix:
(I can imagine... This tunnel alone must take most of the day.)
Rimes:
I also prep the food the animals eat. That's the hardest part of all.
Athena:
You mean, it's really difficult to get the hang of?
Rimes:
Nah, I mean, I'm a vegetarian, so cuttin' fish and meat and stuff up creeps me out.
Phoenix:
Now there's something I never expected to hear from a pirate.
About the murder
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about the incident that took place this morning?
Rimes:
Yeah. One of our guests saw what happened and started screamin'. I came runnin', but by the time I got there, I couldn't see the orca or the captain.
Athena:
Speaking of the captain... what was he like?
Rimes:
Like a strong captain who can turn a wild bunch of ruffians into some great pirates... He always treated us fairly and equally, human and fishes alike. The real deal, man. ...Hey! Wh-what are YOU cryin' for?!
Athena:
I-I'm not crying! It's just, I can feel your heart crying, that's all.
Rimes:
G-Girl, whatchu talkin' about?! I'm not cryin', either!
Phoenix:
(I guess I won't mention that his eyes are puffier than a pair of pufferfish...)
Rimes:
I bet Sasha and our vet Dr. Crab are even more upset by his death. 
Phoenix:
Vet? This aquarium has a resident vet?
Rimes:
Yeah... Yo, hold up! I haven't seen Dr. Crab this morning. Staff are supposed to stay put. The night shift has been on duty since last night, but they won't let us go home. Sasha even had to get special permission to go out looking for a lawyer this morning.
Athena:
Hmm... We haven't seen anybody who looks like a vet.
Rifle
Athena:
Were you rapping something about looking for a weapon earlier? A rifle or something...?
Rimes:
Ha ha ha! No, not a weapon! "Rifle" is the name of one of our penguins.
Athena:
A penguin? Why would you name a penguin something like that?
Rimes:
Ahoy! Yo! Yo! Yo ho hooooo! Prep for the battle, prep for the war! Little lady Rifle gon' even da score! Ya'll [sic] think you can escape with your pride? Nuh uh, you just gon' be straight up denied! Yo! Yo! Yo ho ho! Yo! Yo! Yo ho hooooo! Anyway, that's what she's like, so we named her " Rifle."
Phoenix:
...Okay, but did you have to rap it?
Rimes:
That's just how I roll.
Athena:
Does Rifle wear a backpack, by any chance?
Rimes:
Yeah, that's the one! So you've seen her, huh? She's always runnin' away! She's such a good runner, we decided to put her to work deliverin' flyers.
Phoenix:
Do you really want a dangerous penguin like that running loose?!
Rimes:
Aw, Rifle's not dangerous. She only attacks people she doesn't like. 
Athena:
When we ran into her earlier, she didn't attack us. She straight up ignored us, actually.
Rimes:
Hey, I have an idea! If you run into Rifle again, would ya mind feedin' her for me? She didn't come back to the pool at feedin' time like usual, so I've been lookin' for her. She loves the smell of fish, so she might come over to you if you have some.
Athena:
Ooh, I would LOVE to feed a penguin! That'd be okay, right, Boss?
Phoenix:
I don't mind, as long as YOU carry the fish.
Fish handed over to Athena.   
Athena:
P-U! It smells so... fishy!
Phoenix:
(Really? What a shocker...)
Present
Swashbuckler Flyer
Rimes:
With this flyer, you can get a penguin sleep mask the next time you come in.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah? That would be nice, especially if it's free.
Athena:
That'd be perfect for taking a nap at the office after going for a run or something!
Phoenix:
I prefer you DIDN'T take naps at the office, actually.
Rimes:
Yeah, I feel ya! Sometimes I fall asleep when I'm feedin' the animals.
Athena: 
I guess only a newbie can truly understand the feelings of another newbie!
Rimes:
Heh heh. We're kindred spirits, my sister. Kindred spirits.
Athena:
Two peas in a pod! Birds of a feather!
Phoenix:
I suddenly feel so alone.
Fish
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, about this fish...
Rimes:
I'm the master keeper! No way you can beat me! You're a pro lawyer, but an amateur feeder! Ya'll [sic] ready for a feeding throw-down? Rifle c'mon! Time to defend da crown!
Phoenix:
............ Uh, it doesn't look like Rifle's coming...
Rimes:
............I guess not, huh? Sorry about all that "throw-down" stuff, then... I just wanted to show ya the inner secrets of animal feedin'.
Phoenix:
There are "inner secrets"?
Rimes:
You know, stuff like how to debone a fish. Great care goes into each animal's food. Then of course there's the way of tossin' the food to 'em. It's different for each one.
Phoenix:
...I see. Sorry to have bothered you with mundane questions from the uninitiated.
Anything else
Rimes:
I'm new here, so I dunno.
Phoenix:
(I don't really think being "new here" has anything to do with it in this instance...)
Rimes:
Oh, yeah. Besides Rifle, I've been lookin' for Small Fry, too.
Phoenix:
"Small Fry"? Is that another penguin?
Rimes:
Nah, she's a friend I made, a high-school girl. She went off lookin' for Rifle somewhere and hasn't been back.
Athena:
Is she... your girlfriend?
Rimes:
What?! Nah, no way! Sasha is the one I--
Athena:
So you like Ms. Buckler, do you!
Rimes:
Well, I-I really respect her, ya know? We have different tastes in music, but I admire the way she lives her life! It's not like I "like" her. It's more complicated than that...
Phoenix:
(I'm pretty sure that all adds up to "like"...)
Rimes:
She tries to put on a brave face... ...but I think the captain's death is hittin' her hardest of all. After all, it was her human show partner that got killed by that orca.
Athena:
So you think Orla really did it?
Rimes:
Well, I can understand how Sasha feels... ...but she's the only one of us who doesn't think the orca did it.
Athena:
Oh, I see...
Phoenix:
(I guess it isn't easy to believe in somebody who can't even speak up for herself...)
Rimes:
Anyway, let me know if you see Rifle or Small Fry, okay? Small Fry said she was gonna go check the orca pool. 
Phoenix:
Maybe we'll head back there, then.
Wright Anything Agency
Present
Fish
Phoenix:
Hey, Apollo. Think you could whip us up a little meal with these?
Apollo:
Fish? I haven't had fish for a while, come to think of it... ...The obvious question, though, is "What are you doing with a bunch of raw fish?!"
Athena:
It's to feed the penguin with!
Apollo:
Penguin?! So why are you giving it to me to cook?!
Phoenix:
Oh, I dunno. I just happened to think of it, and I was hungry.
Apollo:
Then why don't we all go out for sushi when you wrap up the investigation?
Athena:
Oh, you're going to treat us?! How sweet of you! I'll start with tuna!
Phoenix:
That's really generous of you, Apollo. Don't forget to invite Trucy, too.
Apollo:
...Why did I even open my mouth?
Orca Pool (before clearing all Talk options with Marlon Rimes)
Present
Fish
Buckler:
You be givin' me a fish?! So you be challengin' me to a fight, eh?! Arr!
Phoenix:
What?! No! What kind of rule is that?!
Athena:
That's how it goes in the Swashbuckler Spectacular! Present a fish. Start fighting. The gauntlet--I mean, the fish--is thrown down, and the glorious battle begins! Ooh, you're so cool when you're up there jumping and slashing!
Buckler:
Arr! Belay that talk, li'l lassie! Compliments will get ye naught!
Athena:
Ooh! You sound just exactly like a real pirate! Hee hee!
Phoenix:
(Athena just eats this stuff up.)
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Orca Pool
Phoenix:
(Huh? There's something on the left side of the pool that wasn't here before...) It looks like an electronic sword...?
Buckler:
Hey, you're back!
Phoenix:
Hi, Sasha. What's with this strange sword here?
Buckler:
Oh, that's a walkie-talkie. It's probably Rifle's.
Athena:
R-Rifle can use a walkie-talkie?!
Buckler:
She's always running away, so we attached a walkie-talkie to her. If we can hear the sounds around her, we can usually guess where she is.
Phoenix:
(But not if she drops the walkie-talkie on the floor.)
Buckler:
Every member of the crew has one, too, so we can communicate back and forth. We can even use them to broadcast to specific parts of the aquarium. Cool, huh?
Walkie-Talkie added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Well, if Rifle's walkie-talkie is here, then Rifle might still be here, too! Rifle! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
*SPLASH!*
Athena:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Orla:
Fweet?
Buckler:
Are you okay? You have to be careful around pools, or you might slip right in!
Athena:
I'm more afraid of my heart jumping right out!
Phoenix:
Hey, who's that riding on Orla? Isn't that Rifle?
Athena:
Hey, you're right! C'mere, Rifle!
Rifle:
............ *kree*
Athena:
Argh! She ignored mem again! Why doesn't that penguin like me?! Graaaaagh!
Phoenix:
Now you've scared Rifle away with all that yelling...
Athena:
Well, I'm not giving up! I'll MAKE that penguin like me if it's the last thing I do!
Anime cutscene
Athena:
Hey! Get back here, you little pipsqueak!
Rifle:
*kree!*
Pearl:
Oh, sorry Rifle. But at least you seem alright.
Athena:
Huh?
Pearl:
Oh!
Phoenix:
(Hey... It's... It's...) Pearls?!
Pearl:
Oh! Mr. Nick! I haven't seen you in ages!
Phoenix:
(Could Pearls be the "Small Fry" Mr. Rimes was talking about?)
Pearls:
Congratulations on your return to lawyering! I've been thinking about stopping by your office for a visit to congratulate you.
Phoenix:
(This is Pearl Fey. I call her "Pearls." She may dress a little funny... ...but that's because she's a spirit medium -- a real prodigy with great power, at that. I've known her since she was little, and she sometimes comes to the office to visit. She's just a little older than Trucy, so she's been like a big sister to her.)
Pearls:
I guess everyone here knows Mr. Nick, then? He's such a nice guy, don't you think?
Phoenix:
(...Is she trying to be MY big sister too, now?!)
Talk
Pearl Fey
Phoenix:
What are you doing here, Pearls?
Pearl:
My summer camp is here on a field trip. I've never been to such a big aquarium before, so I was really looking forward to it! But then that incident happened... and the police just finished questioning me.
Phoenix:
Oh, I see.
Pearl:
Um...Mr. Nick...? Who is that lady next to you...?
Athena:
I'm Athena Cykes! I'm a new lawyer at the Wright Anything Agency!
Pearl:
Oh, how do you do! My name is Pearl Fey. My cousin and my friends call me "Pearly."
Athena:
"Pearly" it is, then! Nice to meet you!
Pearl:
So... how did the two of you meet...?
Phoenix:
Well, you know how I used to travel to Europe to study their legal systems, Pearls? I met Athena on one of those trips.
Meeting Athena
Pearl:
So, tell me more about how the two of you met in Europe. 
Phoenix:
(Hey, I thought I was supposed to be asking the questions here!)   
Athena:
A long time ago, Mr. Wright helped me out of a difficult jam. That's when I started thinking about becoming a lawyer like him.
Pearl:
So you're like her mentor, huh, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, something like that, I guess.
Athena:
Mr. Wright is the whole reason I am who I am today! He was the one who told me my knowledge of psychology could help people in court!
Pearl:
Gee, Mr. Nick, it looks like you've become a real adult since the last time I saw you!
Phoenix:
(I've always been an adult the entire time I've known you, Pearls!)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Pearl:
Oh, I'm so happy you get to be a lawyer again, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Ha ha. Thanks. I let our friends know I was back, too.
Pearl:
I wish we could all get together. It's been quite a while! Maybe we should throw you a surprise party to celebrate your comeback.
Phoenix:
That would be really nice. But if you tell me about it, it won't be a surprise, you know.
Pearl:
Oh! B-But we could spring it on you after you had forgotten, and still surprise you!
Swashbuckler Flyer
Pearl:
I was really looking forward to seeing the Swashbuckler Spectacular... It's such a shame.
Phoenix:
Yeah. I bet you would've really enjoyed it.
Pearl:
But I was really happy to see such a large marine animal! It was quite an experience! ...I still have yet to see a blue whale, though, the largest marine animal of them all!
Phoenix:
Yeah, uh... I doubt there are any blue whales at the aquarium.
Fish
Pearl:
Oh my! Did you go fishing, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
No, this is for Rifle. We were asked to feed her.
Pearl:
Ooh, that sounds like fun! Do you think she would take food from me?
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm sure she would--from you.
Athena:
...So what you're really trying to say is that Rifle wouldn't take food from ME, right?!
Phoenix:
No, that's not what I meant. (That IS what I meant, though.)   
Athena:
Grr! I won't be bested! Pearly, it's ON!
Pearl:
Wh-What? What's "on"?
Phoenix:
Now, now, Athena. Let's be adults about this. You've got poor Pearls here all confused.
Anything else
Pearl:
You know I'd do anything I could to help you! ...But I'm afraid I don't really know anything about that...
Phoenix:
That's all right, Pearls. No worries.
Rifle:*kreeeee*
Athena:
Well, would you look at that! Rifle loves you!
Phoenix:
She sure does seem to be attracted to Pearls...
Pearl:
Hee hee! I'm so glad she likes me! Penguins are so adorable, aren't they! I even bought myself a little penguin calendar here at the aquarium gift shop. I have it hanging from my bag already!
Athena:
Oh, how cute! A calendar in the shape of a penguin!
Buckler:
That calendar is a real hit with all our female visitors. I even have one myself! But the rest of the staff thinks it's... too cutesy. 
Phoenix:
I guess it doesn't really fit the whole "rough-and-tumble pirate" image very well... But, hmm... why does this calendar smell kind of like fish...?
Pearl:
Wh-What do you mean, Mr. Nick?! Please don't be rude!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. I got Pearls mad...)
Calendar added to the Court Record.
Talk
Rifle
Phoenix:
So you were looking for Rifle, too?
Pearl:
That's right. I was trying to help Mr. Marlon, the animal keeper.
Athena:
C'mere, Rifle! C'mon!
Rifle:
*kree!*
Phoenix:
She went towards Orla instead.
Athena:
Grrrrr! Why can't I get Rifle to like me?!
Phoenix:
Maybe you should quit chasing after her with that scowl of yours...
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! How could you speak to a lady so rudely?!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. I got Pearls mad... again.) Why don't you try to get Rifle to take some food from you?
Athena:
Oh, great idea! And I have just the thing to offer her, too!
Present
Calendar
Pearl:
Isn't it cute? I really love this calendar.
Phoenix:
It's shaped like a penguin. It is pretty cute, isn't it? Maybe I should buy a calendar for the office before I leave. I always run out of room to write appointments in my planner.
Athena:
Why don't you just put your appointments on your phone?
Phoenix:
I'm not very good at using electronic devices...
Pearl:
Oh, neither am I. Hee hee! We have something in common!
Athena:
Aw, now I feel left out.
Fish (after clearing "Rifle" Talk option)
Leads to:
"Rifle! I have a present for you!"
Athena:  
Rifle! I have a present for you! It's chock-filled with love! Here you go!
Orla:
Fwee, fweet!
Athena:
Hey! Orla ate my love-filled fish! At least it looks like she enjoyed it, though.
Orla:
Fwee, fweet!
Athena:
I think Orla and I just had a bonding moment!
Pearl:
Friendship blossoming with the exchange of some food! Oh, isn't it moving, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
I think "moving" might be going a bit far... Anyway, how did you get Rifle to come to you so easily, Pearls? I heard Rifle was attracted to the smell of fish...
Pearl:
M-Mr. Nick! Are you saying I smell like fish?!
Phoenix:
Uh, maybe just a little, yes...
Pearl:
Hmm... I guess I need to change my clothes...
Phoenix:
(That's odd... I wonder why Pearls smells like she's holding a bucket of fish...?)
Buckler:
Hmm... Orla doesn't usually want to eat at this time of day... And we've even been giving her more food than normal at her regular meal times lately...
Talk
Orla's eating
Phoenix:
Is there something wrong with Orla's feeding habits lately?
Buckler:
Yeah, something's weird. The new guy, Marlon, feeds all the other animals besides Orla. But the captain and I, her trainer, are responsible for feeding Orla. It was the captain's turn to feed Orla this morning. 
Athena:
But Orla keeps coming to me and signaling she's still hungry. She wants my fish, chock-filled with love!
Phoenix:
How long are you going to keep saying that? (She sure is excited to make a new friend.)
Buckler:
But I don't think the captain would've forgotten to feed Orla...
Orla and Rifle
Pearl:
Rifle and that big creature there certainly seem to love each other!
Buckler:
This is Orla the orca. Rifle and Orla are best friends! They belong together like a clownfish and a sea anemone!
Phoenix:
(Care to phrase that in a way us non-biology majors can understand...?)
Pearl:
Oh! So this orca is the suspect. I-I read in a book once that orcas eat penguins...!
Buckler:
Don't you worry about that. Orla here's really gentle, and she never eats anything but fish.
Rifle:
*kree!* *kreeeee!*
Orla:
Fwee... Fwee, fwee...
Buckler:
She's an ol' sweetheart. As a matter of fact, she even tolerates Rifle picking on her!
Phoenix:
It's true, she does seem very gentle. She hardly seems like a "killer" whale...
Athena:
As lawyers, we have to do everything we can to save this beautiful, gentle creature!
Pearl:
Wow, you're going to defend her in court? She's... quite the defendant, isn't she...?
Phoenix:
She's the biggest defendant we've ever had. (Literally!)
Phoenix:
Oh, Pearls. I have a big favor to ask. 
Pearl:
What is it, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
It's about my Magatama... Its spiritual power seems to have vanished. 
Pearl:
Oh! That Magatama brings back memories! I remember pouring my spiritual power into it. That was so many years ago... I guess that's why it's almost out now. ...There you go, Mr. Nick. It should be fine now.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Pearls! Now I can break Psyche-Locks again. 
Pearl:
Hee hee. I'm glad I could help! Well, I think I'll go find Mr. Marlon now. I have to bring Rifle to him.
Athena:
Pearly sure seems right at home at this aquarium. 
Phoenix:
Hmm, you're right. But didn't she say this was her first time here...?
Buckler:
Apparently, that girl was in the staff corridor earlier this morning. That's why the detective was questioning her.
Phoenix:
What was Pearls doing in the staff corridor?
Buckler:
I dunno. I thought she was Marlon's friend or something.
Phoenix:
The staff corridor, huh...? Something about that doesn't sit well with me...
Orca Pool Diagram updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
Well, if it bothers you, why don't you just ask her about it?
Phoenix:
Yeah, good idea. Let's go catch up with her.
Aqua Tunnel (before talking to Pearl Fey and Sasha Buckler):
Talk
What to do
Athena:
Checking out the scene is important, but we can't forget to question people, too! We need to get some insight on how people are feeling.
Phoenix:
But we should give the scene another look, too, though. We might've missed something.
Athena:
Of course! That's one of the basic rules of investigating! "The lawyer always returns to the scene of the investigation."
Phoenix:
Wasn't that "The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime"?
Any ideas?
Athena:
There sure are a lot of interesting characters at Shipshape Aquarium! 
Phoenix:
I'll say. It's like a wild pirate ship. 
Athena:
I guess they really wanted to give the place an authentic piratey flavor. Like the sea-bottom Aqua Tunnel, and the Exploration Corner, "where pirates gather"!
Widget:
Arr! Let's have some fun, me hearties!
Athena:
Y-Yikes! Widget, you scared me!
Phoenix:
...Let's save the pirate fun for AFTER the investigation, shall we?
Present
Fish
Athena:
Ugh. That smells awful! Please keep it away from me!
Phoenix:
But you're the one who wanted it. Why do I have to carry it?
Athena:
Orla sure eats a lot, doesn't she? I used to eat a lot when I was a kid. Took lots of naps, too!
Phoenix:
And you still take lots of naps, right here at the office.
Athena:
What?! You knew about that?! I-It's this new thing I'm trying out! Um... sleep learning! Yeah, that's the ticket!
Phoenix:
(Not buying it.)
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Aqua Tunnel
Phoenix:
(Looks like Mr. Rimes and Pearls are talking.)
Rimes:
Ahoy! Based Small Fry was so clutch with the assist! Rimes n' Rifle reunion, a tale endin' in bliss! Now animal keeper Rimes ain't gonna get cut! Mad props, Small Fry, this case is now shut! Yo! Yo! Yo ho hooooo!
Pearl:
Hee hee. It was my pleasure. See you again sometime, Rifle!
Rifle:
Kree...
Rimes:
Okay, let's go Rifle. See ya, Small Fry!
Pearl:
Oh, Mr. Nick! I didn't see you there.
Talk
Relation to Rimes
Athena:
Hey, Pearly, you and Mr. Rimes seem to be really good friends.
Phoenix:
Could you tell us more about your relationship?
Pearl:
! W-Well, I...
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Phoenix:
Um, Pearls, why do I see a Psyche-Lock?
Pearl:
Um... I'm sorry, Mr. Nick... But I really shouldn't talk about it...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I don't really feel right about digging into Pearls's affairs... But she was here at the aquarium at the time of the incident... Whatever she's hiding could help us in court! Sorry Pearls, but I'll have to use my Magatama on you.)
Magatama
Phoenix:
1 PSYCHE-LOCK
Phoenix:
(A Psyche-Lock... A lock on a person's heart that only I can see... The deeper the secret is hidden, the more locks there will be. Pearls only has one lock, so I should be able to undo it fairly easily. But if I make a mistake, I'll be locked in a loop and won't be able to move forward. Okay, time to give it a try.)
-- Relation to Rimes --
Phoenix:
Pearls, you have to tell me about your relationship with Mr. Rimes. 
Pearl:
"Relationship"? There is no "relationship" between Mr. Marlon and me. We're just a visitor to the aquarium and an animal keeper at the aquarium, that's all. 
Phoenix:
But there are areas where ordinary "visitors to the aquarium" don't get to go... You were here before the incident occurred, weren't you? 
Present Staff corridor
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Yes! That's right..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Pearl:
Do you have any proof I was there?
Phoenix:
Proof...? No, can't say that I do... (Hmm... I'd better give it another try...)
Leads back to:
"You were here before the incident occurred, weren't you?"
Pearl:
Yes! That's right... ...But how did you know?
Phoenix:
Someone told me you were there.
Pearl:
I got confused and went the wrong way. I didn't know it was a corridor just for the staff. But that's all it was, Mr. Nick! It didn't have anything to do with Mr. Marlon.
Phoenix:
(Sounds reasonable. I guess I'd better move on to my next topic.) Actually, there's something else I've been wondering about, Pearls... Why do you smell like fish?
Pearl:
F-Fish? Wh-What makes you think I smell like fish?
Phoenix:
Well, there's a certain someone who convinced me it wasn't my imagination. 
Present Rifle profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"R-Rifle...?!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Pearl:
Is there something you want to say about that person...?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, I guess not... (When it comes to sniffing out the smell of fish, there's only one nose that I can rely on!) Pearls, I want you to be honest with me. 
Leads back to:
"Why do you smell like fish?"
Pearl:
R-Rifle...?!
Phoenix:
She's apparently very attracted to the smell of fish. Rifle didn't want anything to do with Athena, even though she had a bunch of fish. So why then, was Rifle so attracted to you, Pearls?
Pearl:
Errr... I don't know...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Looks like she's still not ready to talk about it.) You had an object with you that smelled fishy, too. In fact, I think this has something to do with your secret.
Present Calendar
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The fishy smelling calendar has something to do with your secret, doesn't it, Pearls?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Pearl:
I'm sorry, Mr. Nick... ...but I don't see how that relates to me.
Phoenix:
(I guess that wasn't it. The key here is something that smells fishy.) Let me try that again, Pearls. 
Leads back to:
"In fact, I think this has something to do with your secret."
Phoenix:
The fishy smelling calendar has something to do with your secret, doesn't it, Pearls?
Pearl:
A-Aaaaaaah! I... I can't lie to you, Mr. Nick... I'll tell you about me and Mr. Marlon, and about the calendar.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Phoenix:
(Whew. It was only one lock, but it sure took some work!)
Talk
Relation to Rimes (after breaking Psyche-Lock)
Phoenix:
Please tell me about your relationship with Mr. Rimes.
Pearl:
I became distracted by the gift shop almost as soon as we got to the aquarium. Before I knew it, everyone else had moved on, and I got lost. I was so embarrassed to be lost at my age!
Phoenix:
Oh, Pearls. I know big, crowded places are hard for you.
Pearl:
I sort of panicked... and went down the wrong corridor. I ended up in the food prep room, and that's where I met Mr. Marlon. I really startled him when I called out to him. He jumped so much, he startled me, too, and I lost my balance and fell down. Oh, Mr. Nick! I spilled so many fish all over the floor!
Phoenix:
I guess that explains why you smell fishy, pardon the pun.
Pearl:
Yes. And my calendar fell off my bag and got buried in all the fish, too. 
Phoenix:
(But it doesn't explain why Pearls wanted to keep it a secret.)
Why did you hide it?
Phoenix:
Why did you want to hide your meeting with Mr. Rimes?
Pearl:
Well, I didn't want him to get in trouble over feed sanitation regulations because of me. And Mr. Marlon said he didn't want anyone to know he was in the food prep room.
Phoenix:
Huh? Why not? What was he doing in there?
Pearl:
Before I spoke to him, he was starting at a calendar. But, because of me, he dropped his calendar, too. We had to search for it among the fish.
Athena:
Wait a minute... This calendar of yours... It already has writing in it!
Pearl:
It does? But I didn't write anything in it yet!
Athena:
There's something written here under today's date. "Meet the captain at the orca pool at 7 am."
Pearl:
Maybe my calendar and Mr. Marlon's got mixed up?
Phoenix:
Pearls, about what time did you run into Mr. Rimes?
Pearl:
I think it was about 10:15 when he had the info desk announce that I was lost... So I must have first gone into the prep room at about 10:10.
Phoenix:
I see... Do you mind if I hang on to this calendar for a while? It might be a clue to the victim's movements before he was killed.
Pearl:
...All right. But be sure to give it back to Mr. Marlon later, okay?
(Calendar updated in the Court Record.) 
Phoenix:
(Good. Now maybe I'm ready to remove Ms. DePlume's Psyche-Locks, too.)
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Pub O' Danger
DePlume:
You people again? You're becoming quite the nuisance. If that veterinarian won't come out, then I might just have to give up and leave.
Athena:
Veterinarian...? Is that the "Dr. Crab" Mr. Rimes was talking about?
DePlume:
You are correct. He likes to shut himself up in that back room there and won't come out. But I don't think he's even in there today, so I'm about ready to go home.
Phoenix:
(She sure seems to know a lot about the workings of this aquarium. And maybe a little something about the incident this morning, too.)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! This is no time to be standing there thinking to yourself! It's time to put your psychedelic clock skills to work and uncover her secret!
Phoenix:
That's "Psyche-Lock," Athena. "Psyche-Lock."
Talk
Why you're here
Athena:
I thought they closed the aquarium and weren't letting members of the public in?
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! But I have special permission, you see.
Phoenix:
And why exactly is that, if I may ask?
DePlume:
Well, because of the incide-- Heavens! I've said too much.
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(All right. Now that I can see her Psyche-Locks again... ...I just have to tap my Magatama to start removing them!)
Magatama
Phoenix:
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Why You're Here --
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume, I want you to tell me the secret you're hiding.
DePlume:
I'll do nothing of the sort! It would mean breaking my promise. 
Phoenix:
I don't know who you made this promise to... but you WILL tell me. You're not an aquarium employee, and yet, here you are, after the place has closed. That must mean you're connected to the incident involving the owner somehow.
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! I don't know anything about any "incident" involving the owner.
Phoenix:
No, I think you do. I have a piece of evidence here that suggests you DO know something.
Present Security Footage
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"According to Detective Fulbright, this shows the orca attacking the victim."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You won't be able to evade my question once you've seen this!
DePlume:
...What is the point of showing me that, blue boy?
Phoenix:
Er... (I guess this wasn't it. I know I have something here somewhere that shows Ms. DePlume knows something.) ...All right, then. Let me try one more time.
Leads back to:
"I have a piece of evidence here that suggests you DO know something."
Phoenix:
According to Detective Fulbright, this shows the orca attacking the victim. And the person in this footage... is wearing an outfit just like yours, Ms. DePlume.
DePlume:
Oh! I suppose there is no hiding this bombshell figure, is there? Yes, it is I.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
And I think I can guess why you're here at the aquarium. You aren't simply a visitor to the aquarium; what you really are is...
A police investigator
Phoenix:
You are a police investigator.
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! You're completely off the mark. I think you know full well that I am NOT a police investigator. 
Phoenix:
(I full well did NOT know that.)
Leads back to:
"You aren't simply a visitor to the aquarium; what you really are is..."
A witness to the murder
Leads to:
"You are a visitor who also happened to witness the death of owner Jack Shipley."
A Shipshape employee
Phoenix:
I've got it! You are... (Now, what did they call them here again...?) You're a "crew member' of Shipshape Aquarium!
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! What amusing jokes you tell, blue boy. Even a child could tell you I am NOT an employee here. And please don't call them "crew members." Have you no self-respect at all?
Phoenix:
(Ack! All right, fine. It's not like I wanted to call them that in the first place!)
Leads back to:
"You aren't simply a visitor to the aquarium; what you really are is..."
Phoenix:
You are a visitor who also happened to witness the death of owner Jack Shipley. 
DePlume:
That is cor-- Oh, I want to say it! But I promised the police...
Phoenix:
It's not good for you to keep things inside, you know. I'm sure you'll feel much better once you get it all out.
DePlume:
I-I-I... I give up! I'll tell you everythiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Phoenix:
(If she wanted to tell me this badly, why couldn't she have just done so from the top?)
DePlume:
I think anyone would agree that I held it in for as long as I could! But I couldn't be expected to withstand this commoner's badgering any longer!
Phoenix:
P-Please calm yourself, Ms. DePlume! (And that's "top-class badgering" to you!)
DePlume:
You are correct. I witnessed the killer whale's crime with my own eyes! You got a problem with that, blue boy?!
Athena:
Boss, Ms. DePlume's anger is so powerful... ...even I feel like I'm about to explode! You have to do something! Quick!
Phoenix:
(Please don't explode on me...)
Talk
Why you're here (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Phoenix:
Could you start with telling me what you saw?
DePlume:
I witnessed the very moment the killer whale attacked the victim. I told the police what I saw as well. I'm the sort of person who simply can't rest until the truth is known.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... So both Ms. DePlume's statement and the footage point to Orla's guilt...)
Athena:
Hm? Pardon me, but you seem pretty pleased that you witnessed this incident...
DePlume:
What? "Pleased"? Shame on you! Are you implying that I am happy about an innocent man's death?!
Athena:
N-No, of course not! I... I just don't get the sense that you were afraid of Orla. It's more like you were... interested in her.
DePlume:
Are you...? You know, I wasn't sure, but I was thinking that maybe... Are you perhaps one of my fans? Is that how you knew... ...that I am THE nonfiction writer, Norma DePlume?!
Athena:
Oh! THAT Norma DePlume!
Phoenix:
So... big fan, huh?
Athena:
No! I've never even heard of her!
DePlume:
Well, now that you've figured me out, there's no sense in trying to hide who I am, I suppose. Talking to fans is part of a writer's duty, after all! Oh ho ho!
Athena:
B-But I'm not a fan, I tell you...
Non-fiction writer (appears after "Why you're here")
Phoenix:
So what exactly have you written, Ms. DePlume?
DePlume:
Oh, my. You mean to say you truly aren't familiar with my work? I write the truth. I take great pride in my craft, you know. I've been gathering information on Orla the killer whale for a year now. I've been very worried about Orla's violent tendencies... And today, my concern was proven to be well justified!
Athena:
Orla isn't violent! She's a sweet and gentle soul!
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! The moment you let your guard down with that killer whale... CHOMP! Shipshape Aquarium has always denied the killer whale's violent streak. But it has been rumored to attack people...
Athena:
But rumors are just rumors! They aren't necessarily true!
DePlume:
Yes, I realize that. But I only write the truth. That is why I questioned the owner directly. But he refused to allow my research, and he even had the audacity to say to me: "You're nothing but a nuisance, coming here day after day. Don't ever come back again!"
Phoenix:
(It sounds like her "research" was a bit too much to take...)
Athena:
But then... how did you get in here if you've been blacklisted?
DePlume:
I have my methods. Oh ho ho!
Phoenix:
(This lady is shameless.)
Orla's violent streak
Athena:
We won't let you speak badly of Orla! We're going to defend her!
DePlume:
I'm only stating what I saw with my very own eyes. I came to the aquarium today to observe the killer whale. But on my way to that thing's tank, I heard its cries. 
Athena:
You can hear Orla from the visitor's corridor?
DePlume:
There are speakers there in the corridor, up near the ceiling. Apparently, that speaker is there so visitors can hear the killer whale's sounds. In any case, as I approached the killer whale's tank, I heard its cries. And when I arrived, I saw something terrifying.
Phoenix:
What did you see?
DePlume:
The killer whale stealing the Swashbuckler Spectacular hat the owner was wearing... ...and then, the moment it bit him and shook him mercilessly to death within its jaws!
Athena:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat?!
Phoenix:
Orla... bit the owner to death...?!
Fulbright:
In justice we trust! So I take it Ms. DePlume's just finished telling you what she saw?
Phoenix:
D-Detective Fulbright! I guess you've already heard it, too?
Fulbright:
Yup, when we took her statement earlier. As you heard, I'm afraid that accidental death is really the only thing it could be.
DePlume:
Yes! And a dangerous creature like that cannot be allowed to harm anyone ever again!
Phoenix:
B-But she's not dangerous!
Fulbright:
Sorry, but the Prosecutor's Office said the case didn't have enough merit to go to trial. There was one prosecutor, though, who expressed an interest in the case... 
Phoenix:
Really?! Then could we have that prosecutor take a look at the investigation reports?
Fulbright:
Unfortunately, I doubt even he'd take action without evidence of a homicide... Look, I understand how you feel, Mr. Lawyer, but maybe you should give up on this one?
Phoenix:
Not a chance. We'll just re-examine the crime scene and strengthen our case.
Fulbright:
Well, if that's your version of justice, I won't stop you. 
Athena:  
And we won't rest until we find proof it wasn't "accidental death," Detective! You'll see! Let's go, Mr. Wright! Time to check out that crime scene one more time!
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Orca Pool
Athena:
All right, then! Let's start the re-examination! Pronto! I'm going to go check out that mess in the back one more time!
Phoenix:
Athena! Wait! No running!
Athena:
Aaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
A-Are you okay? (It didn't look like she tripped, but...)
Athena:
*groan* I slipped.
Orla:
Fweet!
Phoenix:
Huh? Orla? What is it, girl?
Athena:
Aaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Athena! Are you all right?! (She crashed into all that stuff behind her.)
Athena:
*groan* I tried to get out of the way, but all I did was slip and fall... again... 
Phoenix:
That was a pretty amazing wipeout. Are you hurt?
Athena:
I'm okay... But why did Orla spike that ball at me? After all the fish I gave her, I thought she liked me... 
Phoenix:
Maybe she thought you were the main entrée?
Athena:
Very funny, Boss!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. In any case, let's give the ball back to Orla.
Athena:
Huh? Looks like everything got shifted around when I fell on it.
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right. There are things now that we couldn't see before. (Like another ball. I guess Orla really likes them.)
Athena:
Look! There's something new by the outline of the body, too!
Phoenix:
We'd better take a good look around.
Examine
Ball
Phoenix:
Orla sure can hit that ball hard!
Athena:
I didn't think she was gonna spike it at me like that. I guess that must mean she likes me! I gladly accept her expression of affection!
Phoenix:
...Not how I would've interpreted that, but whatever floats your boat.
Octopus leg
Phoenix:
Looks like we just found that giant octopus prop's missing leg. 
Athena:
Wow. I bet you could get a whole lot of Carpaccio from a giant leg like that! Ooh, let's go to the ocean and try and catch a giant octopus of our own!
Phoenix:
Yeah, but even if we did catch one, how are you planning to slice it up?
Athena:
Kein Problem! That's what man invented chainsaws for!
Phoenix:
(I've never seen anyone so hell-bent on chomping down some giant octopus...)    Well, I doubt we could catch one that big anywhere near the shore, anyway...
Athena:
The more roadblocks you throw up, the more I want to do it, you know. Ooh, I can't wait to get started!
Phoenix:
(It would appear that Operation Discourage Insanity has backfired...)
Footsteps
Athena:
Hey, look at this mark on the floor. What do you suppose it is?
Buckler:
That's where we stand when we want to play volleyball with Orla. 
Phoenix:
Volleyball, huh?
Buckler:
Yeah. If we stand there, she'll spike the ball right at us.
Athena:
So when Orla spiked the ball at me earlier... ...that was one of her tricks?! It doesn't mean she hates me?!
Buckler:
Nah! She wanted to play with you! She loves volleyball. She used to play with the captain all the time...
Athena:
Aw... Sasha looks so sad... 
Buckler:
Okay, time to snap out of it! This is no time to be all dejected and mopey like a blobfish!
Athena:
That's right! Time to put on a smile and stay strong, right?
Phoenix:
(What's a blobfish? ...Or do I not want to know...)
Bloody coin
Phoenix:
What's this? A coin...?
Athena:
M-Mr. Wright! There's blood on it!
Phoenix:
You're right! But it's dried. 
Athena:
Do you think it could be the victim's? And what was it doing all the way over here in the first place?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I'm not sure, but now that we've found blood outside the pool... ...it just might help us prove that there's more to this case than just "accidental death."
Athena:
Hey, you're right! Orla certainly can't leave the pool, after all!
Bloodstained Coin added to the Court Record.   
Phoenix:
Speaking of coins, take a look at this. There are a few coins around the body here, too. 
Athena:
You're right, Boss! But where did they go? They aren't here anymore. You don't think somebody picked them up, do you?
Broken sword
Phoenix:
There's a broken sword here.
Athena:
Hmm... The tip of the blade is missing. Guess it just broke off. 
Phoenix:
(Don't tell me it happened when Athena fell over...?)
Athena:
You'd better not be trying to pin the blame on me, Boss!
Phoenix:
What?! N-No! Of course not!
Athena:
No use trying to hide it. It's written all over your face! Besides, the broken part isn't even here. How could it have been my fault?!
Phoenix:
(I'd better watch what I think or I'll get every little thing thrown back in my face.)
Dummy
Athena:
Oh no! That child is hurt!
Phoenix:
What?! Call an ambulance-- Hey, it's just a dummy.
Athena:
I-It is?! Oh, I mean, of course it is! I was just testing your response to an emergency.
Phoenix:
Well, I guess we just found that you don't bluff well under pressure.
Athena:
Grr! I guess I'll just have to keep practicing, then! I wonder what the dummy is for, anyway?
Buckler:
Oh, that? We use it to train Orla. It's smaller than a human, but it does the job. Some of our tricks can be pretty dangerous, so Orla practices them on the dummy first.
Phoenix:
(Forget the tricks, those bite marks look pretty dangerous...)
Phoenix:
Hey, Sasha? Would you happen to know anything about this coin?
Buckler:
Oh, I guess I missed one. I just finished cleaning up the rest of them.
Phoenix:
You picked up all of the coins already?
Buckler:
That's right. After the police finished their investigation, they gave me the go-ahead. I haven't found them all yet, though. I'm still missing a few.
Athena:
Well, if they aren't beside the pool, maybe they're IN the pool. Let's go to that ladder over there and take a peek at the bottom of the pool, Boss!
Examine
Ladder (front or right view)
Phoenix:
(I can't see anything from here. I'll have to take a look when I'm by the ladder...)
Bottom of the pool
Phoenix:
Look! I think I see something on the bottom of the pool.
Athena:
Hee hee! I knew it! Want me to go down and check?
Phoenix:
You can't jump in dressed like that! You'll drown under the weight of your clothes! 
Athena:
No, I won't! I'm a pretty good swimmer, you know! 
Phoenix
...Be that as it may, that pool's really deep. I doubt you can hold your breath that long. But maybe Sasha can...?
Buckler:
Whew! Phoenix! Look at all these coins I found at the bottom! 
Phoenix:
Thanks, Sasha. So there really were more of them down there, huh?
Athena:
We seem to be finding them all over. I wonder how many there are all together?
Buckler:
Including the ones I put away, there are 300 of them. They're for the show.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Sounds like they'd be heavy.
Buckler:
About seven pounds, I'd say. A little lighter than a stringfish. Well, I'd better go put these coins away where they belong!
Athena:
So, seven pounds of coins, scattered around the scene, one of them with blood on it... They have to be related to the case!
Phoenix:
(I wonder how the blood got on that one coin? Wait a minute. Could it be...?) Remember how Detective Fulbright said that they couldn't find a murder weapon? Well, what if these coins were the weapon?
Athena:
Huh? How could a little coin kill a grown man?
Phoenix:
Well, one coin by itself isn't much of a threat, but... 300 coins together could definitely be used as a weapon. All you'd have to do is...
Freeze them
Phoenix:
I bet a frozen lump of coins would make for a pretty good weapon. 
Athena:
But wouldn't it make more sense to freeze just the water into a block of ice? That way, there'd be no evidence of it ever existing once it melted. 
Phoenix:
...I guess you're right. (But, wait a minute. There IS another way to bundle coins together!)   
Leads back to:
"300 coins together could definitely be used as a weapon. All you'd have to do is..."
Put them in a bag
Leads to:
"If you put seven pounds of coins in a bag and swung it at somebody..."
Throw them
Phoenix:
I bet you could kill a man if you threw them hard enough. 
Athena:
Hmm... I dunno about that. I think they'd just bounce off. Besides, how could you throw them that hard all at once?
Phoenix:
Yeah... (Wait a minute...! Maybe there IS a way to bundle them all together...)   
Leads back to:
"300 coins together could definitely be used as a weapon. All you'd have to do is..."
Phoenix:
If you put seven pounds of coins in a bag and swung it at somebody... ...it would make a pretty formidable blunt instrument, wouldn't it? It would explain how blood got on this coin.
Athena:
Oh, I get it! If that bag of coins is the weapon, then we can use it to prove Orla's innocence! 
Bloodstained Coin updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
But I don't see anything resembling a coin bag around here.
Athena:
Maybe the killer took it with them.
Phoenix:
Yeah, it would certainly make it look like Orla did it if they did...
Athena:
You know what I think, Mr. Wright?! The bloody coin alone should be enough to prove this might have been a murder!
Phoenix:
I agree. It shows the possibility of a human killer rather than Orla.
Athena:
Yes! This is just what we needed! Let's go show this coin to Detective Fulbright and Ms. DePlume right away!
Phoenix:  
Good idea. Let's hope they're still at the Pub O' Danger.
July 20
Shipshape Aquarium - Pub O' Danger
Fulbright:
Oh, you're back! So did you find anything?
DePlume:
Of course he didn't!
Fulbright:
Remember, even if you don't succeed, it's the effort you make that's important!
Phoenix:
(Is he trying to console me?)
Athena:
Let's show them the evidence we found! The one that points to a human culprit!
Phoenix:
Right. Because we won't let Orla be put down.
Present
Bloodstained Coin
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this bloodstained coin.
DePlume:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek! C-Cease and desist, at once! Wh-What kind of a man shows a lady blood?
Phoenix:
Urk. (She doesn't have to get so worked up...) 
Fulbright:
What are you terrorizing this lady with?! Come on, now. Let's see it.
Phoenix:
We found this coin beside the orca pool.
Fulbright:
We did see a large number of coins beside the pool, but not one with blood on it!
Phoenix:
We just learned that there's 300 of these, weighing about seven pounds all together. Now, what do you suppose would happen if a person was assaulted with that many coins?
Fulbright:
What?! So you're saying the coins might've been used like some kind of blunt weapon?!
Phoenix:
If the blood belong to the victim, then yes, it's entirely possible!
Fulbright:
Hmm... But I wouldn't call it decisive proof that the real culprit was human... 
Phoenix:
Y-You wouldn't?! Why not?!
Fulbright:
Because there'd have to be something to put the coins in to make them into a weapon. Without that "something", it's just not going to be enough to pass muster. But I will say that your theory does seem to warrant further investigation. I'll call the Prosecutor's Office and ask to reinvestigate from a possible criminal angle.
Phoenix:
...You will?! Thank you very much!
Athena:
I really hope Detective Fulbright can convince them...
Fulbright:
Hmmmm... You won't believe the answer I got. When I explained your passion for this case, and the police's investigation... ...they said that the prosecutor I mentioned earlier would be willing to take this to court.
Phoenix:
Really?! So does that mean a new suspect has emerged?
Fulbright:
No, I'm afraid not... To be frank... ...Prosecutor Blackquill said he just wants to prove that orca's guilt in court!
Athena:
WHAAAAAAAT?! It's Prosecutor Blackquill that wants to prosecute Orla?!
Phoenix:
...That's fine, Detective. Thanks for arranging this for us.
Fulbright:
Well, I must say you're taking this rather calmly.
Phoenix:
Defending Orla in court was my idea from the start. And I'll do whatever it takes to save her.
Fulbright:
Hmm... In that case, I'll do whatever I can as well to see that justice is served. Ms. DePlume, will you be a witness for the prosecution?
DePlume:
A trial for a killer whale? I've never heard of such recklessness before in my life! But I will reveal the truth about this killer whale, and then write all about it!
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! Sounds like a plan! Now, if you'll just come along with me... We have to prepare for tomorrow, and I still have to arrange for an autopsy.
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! I look forward to tomorrow! Until then, blue lawyer and yellow fan.
Athena:
I AM NOT A FAN!
Phoenix:
...Well, at least we managed to get the case to go to trial.
Athena:
But how in the world do we defend an orca in court, anyway?
Phoenix:
To be honest, I'm not really sure myself.
Athena:
Plus, Ms. DePlume said Orla bit the victim... This trial sure isn't going to be easy... ...but I love a challenge!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. Then we ought to be just fine. Guess I should go over that Swashbuckler Spectacular you were watching this morning. 
Athena:
Yeah! We can have a formal viewing back at the office!
Phoenix:  
(There's nothing decisive against Orla in the security tape, but that doesn't mean much. I'll just have to find a more concrete way to save Orla at tomorrow's trial or else!)
To Be Continued
Orca Pool (before presenting evidence to Norma DePlume):
Examine
Ladder
Phoenix:
(I guess I've seen enough of the inside the pool... [sic] but maybe just one more look.)
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I think I have enough evidence, but maybe I should do a bit more thinking first...)
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July 21, 9:21 AM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3 
Athena:
Good morning, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Good morning. Chipper as ever this morning, I see.
Athena:
I'm just thankful we actually get to have a trial for Orla. As a matter of fact, I just ran a few laps around the courthouse to get extra pumped!
Phoenix:
(And I just splashed my face with some water to get the sleep out of my eyes...)
Athena:
Oh, I also cued the Swashbuckler video so we can watch it any time.
Swashbuckler Video added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Thanks. It just might help our case. By the way, you have some serious dark circles. Did you stay up late watching this?
Athena:
What?! M-Me? No, I, uh, just woke up early, that's all. ...Guess I need to cover them up. I get ragged on enough as it is by Prosecutor Blackquill.
Phoenix:
Speaking of being pumped, I'm pretty fired up for this trial, too. It's been a while.
Athena:
Hee hee. That explains why your hair is spikier than usual. I mean, look at it! It's all super pokey and prickly and stuff. It's amazing!
Phoenix:
(...That was a compliment... right?)
Pearl:
Good luck, Mr. Nick! I'll be cheering you on from the gallery.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Pearls. It's been so long, I'm actually a little nervous.
Rimes:
Good morning, Mr. Lawyer!
Athena:
Oh, Mr. Rimes! You came to watch the trial?
Rimes:
Yeah. Sasha is back at the aquarium with the orca... ...so I thought I'd better come here to watch for her.
Athena:
Well, don't you worry! We're going to win for Orla! Isn't that right, Boss?!
Phoenix:
(Right. One unprecedented trial, coming right up!)
July 21, 9:30 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Day 1Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Orla Shipley.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Blackquill:
Hmph............ Must we waste words on this?
Phoenix:
(Prosecutor Simon Blackquill... Known as the "Twisted Samurai," he's a prosecutor who's also a convicted felon. They say he never conducts a trial without his loyal hawk Taka by his side.)
Judge:
...Mr. Wright, it's been quite a while since I've seen you like that. The lawyer image suits you. You look younger somehow. 
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Honor. And you look as young as ever yourself. 
Judge:
Ha ha ha. Well, I have to keep up with you folks, after all. By the way, has the defendant arrived in court yet?
Blackquill:
...Surely you jest, Your Baldness. Did you not receive the memo? The defendant, Ora Shipley, is an orca at Shipshape Aquarium. 
Judge:
A-An orcaaaaaaaaaaaaa?! Arrangements for this trial were made only yesterday, so I didn't have time to review. But an orca as a defendant? It's patently absurd!
Blackquill:
Hmph......... Direct your comments to the defense. He's the absurd fellow who insisted on defending the orca in court in the first place.
Phoenix:
Absurd or not, I will carry out my duty to defend my client. 
Judge:
Your duty to defend your "crying ant"? Don't you mean your "crying orca," Mr. Wright?
Blackquill:
If we are to proceed, we must treat the orca as we would any other defendant. Every soul -- be it of man or beast -- is of equal value. The question is whether that soul is painted in black or white. Take Taka for example. He is as human in spirit as you or I. 
Taka:
*Screech!*
Phoenix:
(The real question is, am I in for more pain... as always?)
Judge:
Hmm... Orca or not, I suppose the defendant is still a defendant. And I vow to render my verdict fairly and impartially! *ahem* Now then, Prosecutor Blackquill, your opening statement, if you would.
Blackquill:
I suppose I can hardly leave it to someone who knew nothing of the defendant... Very well. Listen carefully. The orca murdered the owner of Shipshape Aquarium in the aquarium's orca pool. The orca apparently toyed with the victim mercilessly as he died.
Judge:
A sadistic orca... What a chilling thought. And where exactly is this defendant now?
Blackquill:
Inside this.
Judge:
A-A cell phone, Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
Hmph... Time marches on, Your Baldness -- with or without us. I borrowed this TV phone from the aquarium, which will allow us to interact with the orca.
Judge:
A "TV phone"? Very well. The court accepts it into evidence.
TV Phone added to the Court Record.
Blackquill:
We will be able to view the defendant in question on this large monitor. Fool Bright, prepare for transmission.
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! You've got it, Prosecutor Blackquill!
Blackquill:
We will proceed with the defendant on telecast.
Judge:
Hmm... So that is the orca that stands accused, is it?
Orla:
Fwee, fweet!
Phoenix:
(Aw. She's waving her flipper at us. Maybe she's cheering us on?)
Buckler:
Orla, wish Phoenix and Athena luck!
Orla:
Fweeeet!
Judge:
Oh, it's quite cute, isn't it? And this adorable creature is suspected of killing a man...?
Athena:
Orla's really pouring on the charm, huh!
Blackquill:
She is far from "cute." She is a violent, reckless animal. 
Fulbright:
That's right! The name's Bobby Fulbright, and I'll take over the explaining from here. Now, if I could direct your attention to this diagram of the crime scene. Following the report of an orca attack, we the police raced on over to Shipshape Aquarium. There, we found a guest who says she saw the orca and the victim from the visitor's corridor. As the witness was watching, the orca suddenly went crazy and attacked the victim. The orca was the only one there; therefore, no one else could have committed the crime. It's not quite finished, but I have a portion of the autopsy report here.
Shipley's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
I can't imagine the terror of being attacked underwater by such a large creature...
Blackquill:
But attack it did. Prepare yourself for the grisly details, Your Baldness. The prosecution moves to introduce our witness. ...Fool Bright.
Fulbright:
You got it, Prosecutor Blackquill! In justice we trust! One brave lady whose fine sense of justice compelled her to speak, coming right up!
DePlume:
How dare you make me wait? Don't you know I'm a busy woman?! I could have written an entire book for all the time I spent in that lobby!
Judge:
Um... Prosecutor Blackquill?
Blackquill:
............Well?
DePlume:
I am Norma DePlume, and I'm a nonfiction writer.
Phoenix:
(Am I the only one who isn't telepathic here?)
Athena:
Looks like she can read into people's words just as well as I can read into people's hearts.
Phoenix:
Not everything needs to be a competition, Athena...
Judge:
What?! Norma DePlume?! The great nonfiction writer, Ms. Norma DePlume herself?! I've read all of your works and enjoyed them immensely. Your million seller, "The Great Grief of the Great Thief," is one of my favorites.
DePlume:
Oh, are you a fan, Your Honor? I could give you my autograph, if you'd like.
Judge:
Wait a second... I could swear you looked much different in the photos in your book......
DePlume:
Well, I use ones from ten years ago in my books so that paparazzi won't harass me.
Judge:
...! 
Athena:
The judge seems to be shocked.
Phoenix:
The visual disconnect must really be doing a number on His Honor's head...
DePlume:
Could we get started, please? If I find you to be lacking as a judge... ...you will see your debut in my books!
Judge:
Such harsh comments...! You really MUST be the real Norma DePlume.
Phoenix:
(Who knew Ms. DePlume was so famous?)
Blackquill:
Enough jabbering. Tell the court what you saw, and keep it brief.
DePlume:
I would thank you to not order me around. I am perfectly willing to tell everyone what I witnessed. It was the moment of the murder!
Judge:
...Very well, then. Please proceed with your testimony. 
Witness Testimony
-- The Moment of the Murder -- 
DePlume:
I went to Shipshape Aquarium to see the killer whale.
As I was watching the killer whale from the visitor's corridor, it suddenly went crazy!
I saw the killer whale bite the victim to death with its huge mouth and deadly teeth!
Attempting to remain calm, I reported the incident to the police immediately. 
Judge:
The adorable defendant really did all that?! Hmm... It must be much more vicious than it looks...
Blackquill:
Now, deliver your judgment so I may carry out the sentence. 
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Umm... the defense would like to do some defending first, if that's all right...
Blackquill:
Hmph... Must you drag this out with your tomfoolery?
Athena:
Athena:
The defense always has the right to cross-examine the witness, you know!
Blackquill:
A fellow inmate told me just this morning... "If you want something signed, all you need is the document and a witness."
Phoenix:
...Let me guess. They were convicted for contract fraud, right?
Blackquill:
............ All we need in this case is the evidence and a witness to convict. It's as simple as that.
Phoenix:
(Looks like I guessed right.) Sorry, but as Ms. Cykes said... ...the defense has every right to cross-examine. Isn't that correct, Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes, of course. You may proceed with your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Blackquill:
.........I shall relish the sight of you thrashing around in vain.
Cross Examination
-- The Moment of the Murder --
DePlume:
I went to Shipshape Aquarium to see the killer whale.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why did you want to see the orca?
DePlume:
Well, it IS the featured attraction of the aquarium, after all. 
Blackquill:
Hmph. Why waste energy on such tripe? There is but one attraction in Shipshape Aquarium that is worth anyone's time... ...and that is the penguins. Isn't that right, Taka, my friend?
Phoenix:
(All righty then. I guess Prosecutor Blackquill is for the birds.) 
Athena:
Guess I should jot that down. Note to self: Prosecutor Blackquill is on Team Rifle.
Judge:
And so you went to see the orca in its tank?
DePlume:
Yes, that's right.
DePlume:
As I was watching the killer whale from the visitor's corridor, it suddenly went crazy!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The orca suddenly went crazy, did she?
DePlume:
Yes. It took a look at me, and then, all at once, it started going berserk!
Phoenix:
Did you do anything to make her angry?
DePlume:
I did nothing more than simply glare at it from the visitor's corridor!
Phoenix:
(She glared at Orla?) And that's what caused her to go berserk?
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
The reason the defendant went mad is not the issue here. Only what she did once she entered that state.
DePlume:
In any case, the killer whale began behaving wildly in front of my very eyes. And then...
DePlume:
I saw the killer whale bite the victim to death with its huge mouth and deadly teeth!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you're saying you saw the very moment of the victim's death?
DePlume:
That is exactly what I'm saying! Oh, it was simply dreadful! It was as frightening as losing one's manuscript just before a deadline!
Phoenix:
(I suppose for a writer, that would be pretty terrifying...) 
DePlume:
I witnessed the killer whale's horrific act, and I knew I had to do something, so...
Present Shipley's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"It would seem that you are mistaken, Ms. DePlume."
DePlume:
Attempting to remain calm, I reported the incident to the police immediately.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why were the police the first ones you contacted?
DePlume:
I was afraid if I told aquarium staff, they might try to cover it up. Of course, I immediately told aquarium security after my call to the police. I believe I deserve praise for my swift decision-making skills under pressure!
Phoenix:
...Ms. DePlume is the most assertive witness I've ever seen.
Athena:
We'd better do our best to look like big-shot lawyers if we want to match her intensity!
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume, I praise your swift decision-making skills under pressure!
Athena:
That was more "kiss up" than "big shot"...
Judge:
I suppose it was unrealistic to expect "big shot" from Mr. Wright...
Blackquill:
Hmph. How fitting for a small fry to praise a big shot.
Phoenix:
(How about cutting this small fry some slack, you big meanies?)
Phoenix:
(The important thing here is, did she really see the "moment of the murder"?)
Athena:
You're raring to go, aren't you, Mr. Wright? I see it in your eyes... and in your heart!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. I guess I really am a lawyer at heart.
Phoenix:
It would seem that you are mistaken, Ms. DePlume.
DePlume:
I beg your pardon?!
Phoenix:
The autopsy report does indeed say, "Death thought to be result of orca attack"... ...but the actual cause of death is "contusion from head trauma," not "being bitten"!
DePlume:
What?! B-But...! But... I'm sure the victim was bitten!
Phoenix:
I don't believe that can be true. The security footage doesn't show anything of the kind.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph............ Just as I suspected. I knew you would peek at the footage behind Fool Bright's back.
Phoenix:
(Well, what did you expect when he wouldn't play nice and share?)
Blackquill:
But, unfortunately for you... ...the footage you saw was only one small part.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Blackquill:
Yesterday, after I decided to take this case to trial, I re-reviewed all of the evidence. Taka, the evidence I gave to you for safekeeping.
Taka:
*Screech!*
Phoenix:
(Guess that hawk is higher up on the pecking order than Fulbright in Blackquill's book.)
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Let's view the footage. Wh-What's this?! The orca is biting the victim!
Phoenix:
N-No waaaaaay!
Judge:
I have to say that this appears to be very damning evidence.
Security Footage updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
No... I can't believe Orla really bit him!
Blackquill:
And there is more... Look at this. This photograph was taken while the body was being examined.
Judge:
Hmm... There seems to be a strange bruise on the victim's right wrist.
Blackquill: 
I'll have the crime lab examine the bruise and calculate its relevance to the case at hand. What's important right now is evidence that points to the orca as the killer. Look at the left side of the body. See the orca's tooth marks in the victim's clothes?
Judge:
Yes! They do appear to suggest that she did, in fact, bite the victim.
Phoenix:
...!
Photo of the Body updated in the Court Record.
DePlume:
I told you so! And then the killer whale swam up toward the surface with the victim in its mouth!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
H-However! In the autopsy report, the cause of death is "contusion from head trauma"!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
You are much too impetuous, Wright-dono. Granted, the orca biting the victim was not the cause of death. The witness was mistaken about that.
Judge:
Then what explanation is there for what the witness saw?!
Blackquill: 
Did I not say in the beginning, "The orca toyed with the victim mercilessly"?
Judge:
M-My goodness!
Blackquill: 
After killing the victim, the defendant swam around with his dead body in her mouth. Just like any other predator toying with its prey!
Phoenix:
(Nrgh...!)
Athena:
M-Mr. Wright! The hearts of the people in the gallery are suddenly filled with fear -- fear of Orla!
Judge:
So the defendant bit the victim after she had killed him... But if that's the case, then we must still figure out how the defendant killed the victim. Prosecutor Blackquill, do you have a sound theory to give to this court?
Blackquill: 
I wouldn't be standing here if I couldn't prove whether the orca's heart was black or white.
Athena:
But Orla is black AND white! ...Her body, I mean.
Phoenix:
Athena, please try not to provoke Prosecutor Blackquill.
Blackquill:
The witness also observed the actual moment of the murder. Think back, Word Mistress. Think back to what you observed before the orca bit the victim.
DePlume:
...Ah, I see what you're driving at. So that was the true moment of the murder, was it?
Blackquill:
Now, explain it in a way that even these simpletons can understand.
DePlume:
There you go again, ordering me around! Stop that this instant! But whatever... I don't mind telling my story. I saw the killer whale before it toyed with the body as well. I saw it the moment it killed the victim by head-butting him!
Phoenix:
O-Orla killed the victim by head-butting him?!
DePlume:
That's right. It rammed the victim over and over again.
Blackquill:
Recall that the autopsy report stated that there were bruises all over his body. Recall as well, how persistent the defendant can be when she's attacking her prey.
DePlume:
And we all just saw the killer whale head-butting the victim in the footage, don't forget.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... That footage backs up Ms. DePlume's testimony... But there's also something very important it does NOT show...!)
DePlume:
Now do you see what a menace this killer whale is?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but I can't allow your testimony to stand unchallenged. Looking at this footage, the orca certainly seems to be head-butting something... ...but you'll note that the "something" is not the victim!
DePlume:
Oh! ...Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Phoenix:
(I want to look away... but I can't...). Even if it was the victim, you couldn't have seen him from where you were, could you?
DePlume:
............What? O-Oh. Well... I suppose not...
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume, did you actually witness the victim getting head-butted by the defendant?
DePlume:
Ah, let's see... Oh, I remember now! As I recall, a rock in the shape of a skull was obstructing my view.
Judge:
So are you admitting that you couldn't see the victim?
DePlume:
Yes... Yes, I suppose I am. However! Immediately after the head-butting, the victim came floating up! He came up from behind the skull-shaped rock, and his body was all limp. What else could I think except that the killer whale was head-butting the victim?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But if you didn't actually see the moment of attack itself, then it's pure conjecture!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
*sigh* Must I do everything around here?
DePlume:
H-How dare you speak so rudely to me?!
Blackquill:
There's no need for hysterics. Clear your mind and recall how you reached your conclusion. Though you couldn't see what the orca was attacking, you didn't need to, did you? Because you knew she was behaving exactly as she had only one year prior.
DePlume:
Oh!
Phoenix:
(One year ago...?)
DePlume:
That's right! Yes, that's it! That's how I knew the killer whale was head-butting the victim! 
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but could someone explain exactly what happened a year ago?
Blackquill:
If you must know, a very similar incident occurred only last year, in which... ...the defendant murdered her trainer. 
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat?! The orca murdered her trainer, you say?!
Phoenix:
What?! Is this really true?! (This is not looking good for us!)
Blackquill:
It's all in this book. 
Judge:
That book... "The Killer Killer Whale"...! That's Ms. DePlume's latest work! I was just thinking of picking that up.
"The Killer Killer Whale" added to the Court Record.
Blackquill:
Last year, the defendant killed her trainer in the middle of a show. The orca head-butted and bit the victim.
Phoenix:
(The same thing she's accused of in this case!)
Woman:
That orca killed two people?!
Man:
That thing is a menace! Guilty! Guilty, I say!
Man:
I never want to go to the beach again!
Phoenix:
(We were doing so well, but now... Now everyone in the room has a bad impression of Orla. I don't want to think she did it... ...but it's hard to keep on believing in somebody who can't even tell me her side...)
Orla:
Fwee, fweet?
Buckler:
Phoenix! Athena! You gotta believe in Orla! There's no way she killed anybody! You gotta save her! Please, I'm begging you!
Phoenix:
Sasha... (What am I doing, doubting my client like this? This is the time to be strong!)
Athena:
I believe in Orla! And I'm ready to fight for our clients! I'll take everybody in this courtroom on if I have to!
Phoenix:
Don't you worry, Sasha. We won't give up on Orla. We'll defend her to the very end!
Buckler:
Thank you! Thank you, both of you!
Orla:
Fweet, fweet!
Phoenix:
(We are Orla's lawyers. Who else but us can save her?! We can't give up on her now!)
Blackquill:
Hmph... For an instant there, you were afraid of the orca, weren't you, Wright-dono. When you saw the photograph of the victim from a year ago, you turned paler than me.
Phoenix:
! (He saw right through me!)
Blackquill:
It's obvious you have neither the guts nor the determination to defend the orca.
Phoenix:
It's true that Orla can't speak, and I don't know her thoughts... ...but there's a certain someone who believes in Orla with all her heart. I respect the trust she has in Orla, so I'm willing to believe in Orla, too.
Blackquill:
Hmph. And what do you know about orcas? Nothing, that's what. So, allow me to fill you in. Do you have any idea why orcas are also called "killer whales"? Because they are cunning and merciless predators that hunt and kill even true whales.
Judges:
So "killer whales" really are "killers"! What terrifying creatures indeed...
Blackquill:
I can't bear to hear any more of such rubbish as "trusting a killer." Can you, Your Baldness?
Phoenix:
No matter what you say, I will continue to believe. I don't give up that easily, you know.
Blackquill:
............Dullard. You don't know when to give up, do you? Very well. I shall give you a chance to prove just how determined you are. Witness, spare no quarter and lay the full truth on them.
DePlume:
Oh ho ho! But of course! That is what I do, after all. 
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill, what will you have the witness testify about?
Blackquill:
I shall have her testify about what she saw, and what she heard.
Phoenix:
What she heard...?
Judge:
Very well. Ms. DePlume, please tell the court what you saw and what you heard. 
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw and What I Heard --
DePlume:
The killer whale's behavior was exactly the same as a year ago. 
As I approached the pool, the killer whale suddenly started singing.
I was calm when I saw it start to head-butt.
But when the pirate hat and victim came floating up, I let out a scream! 
Judge:
Hmm... So the orca displayed the same behavior as during the incident a year ago...
DePlume:
That's right! Those weren't just simple cries. It was singing! As I approached the pool, the killer whale suddenly started singing! It kept head-butting while it sang the Swashbuckler Spectacular song! That's right. It was singing the same song it sang in the aquarium's stage show back then. It was singing while it was head-butting! Oh, it was perfectly horrible! 
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I don't see a single obvious inconsistency in this testimony. It's clear I won't be able to take her apart her statements with evidence alone.)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! Now would be a good time for me to put my skills to work! It's time to show what analytical psychology can really do!
Phoenix:
You seem pretty confident. Let me guess. You noticed a contradiction between the testimony and her emotions?
Athena:
You bet I did! And once we expose it, we just might be able to crack her. No, scratch that. Make it, "we'll definitely be able to"!
Phoenix:
Then let's give your knowledge of analytical psychology a try!
Athena:
You got it, Boss! A complete analysis of Ms. DePlume's heart, coming right up!
DePlume:
The killer whale's behavior was exactly the same as a year ago.
DePlume:
As I approached the pool...
DePlume:
...the killer whale suddenly started singing.
DePlume:
I was calm when I saw it start to head-butt.
Pinpoint Fear
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Ms. DePlume, Orla really frightened you with her head-butting, didn't she?"
DePlume:
But when the pirate hat and victim came floating up, I let out a scream!
Athena:
Do you see any emotions that seem odd or out of place? Pay attention to not only which emotions you see, but how strong they are, too. An emotion might suddenly get stronger, for example, or you might see it grow weaker.
Phoenix:
(Okay. Let me listen to her testimony again.)
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume, Orla really frightened you with her head-butting, didn't she?
DePlume:
Don't be absurd! I certainly was NOT frightened by the likes of any killer whale!
Athena:
It must've been something else that scared her, then, Boss.
DePlume:
However... I do remember being very afraid for some reason while it was doing that. 
Athena:
It sounds like maybe you saw something we haven't discussed yet. Take your time and try to remember what it was... What did you see?
Phoenix:
(This is practically turning into a counseling session.)
DePlume:
............ I... saw something...? ...Oh! Aaaaaaaaaaaagh! I-I remember now!
NOISE LEVEL
50%
Athena:
Okay, good! Now, if you could please tell the court what you saw!
DePlume:
I saw... I saw... I saw... bright red blood! The killer whale's ramming caused the victim to bleed. There was a great cloud of blood!
Phoenix:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
DePlume:
Yes, that's it! That's why I was so sure! That's when I knew that killer whale had killed a person for a second time!
Judge:
Well! That was a very compelling statement indeed. Looking at this again, there does appear to be something that could be a cloud of blood.
Phoenix:
(So her terror was a reaction to blood, was it? That would certainly explain what happened yesterday...)
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this bloodstained coin.
DePlume:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek! C-Cease and desist, at once! Wh-What kind of man shows a lady blood?
Phoenix:
Urk. (She doesn't have to get so worked up...)
DePlume:
I was badly injured during an interview once. Ever since then, I've been terrified of blood. The very sight of it dreadfully upsets my delicate sensibilities.
Phoenix:
(This is a bad turn... If Ms. DePlume saw blood... ...then does that mean Orla really did attack the victim...?)
Blackquill:
It would appear that orcas are even more vicious than I am. So, how does it feel to be thoroughly rammed by your own cross-examination, Wright-dono?
Athena:
Wh-What do we do now, Boss?!
Phoenix:
Argh... That testimony was not at all what I expected to hear...
Athena:
Wait a minute... There's still some discord left in Ms. DePlume's heart. 
Phoenix:
What? You mean there's more?
Athena:
Yes, but there's no telling what it is. It could be something even more damaging...
Phoenix:
(Ugh... Is there even anything left of our case to damage...? Well, whatever it is, we have to face it head-on.) Athena, you believe in Orla, right? If so, there's no reason for us to shy away from the truth.
Athena:
...Yeah, you're right!
Phoenix:
I know we can handle the truth, whatever it is, so let's delve a little deeper!
Athena:
You've got it, Boss!
DePlume:
The killer whale's behavior was exactly the same as a year ago.
DePlume:
As I approached the pool...
DePlume:
...the killer whale suddenly started singing.
DePlume:
After it started head-butting, I saw that awful blood and was terrified.
DePlume:
But when the pirate hat and victim came floating up, I let out a scream!
Pinpoint Fear
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Huh? Her fear appears to lessen here at this statement."
Athena:
Do you see any emotions that seem odd or out of place? Pay attention to not only which emotions you see, but how strong they are, too. An emotion might suddenly get stronger, for example, or you might see it grow weaker.
Phoenix:
(Okay. Let me listen to her testimony again.)
Phoenix:
(Huh? Her fear appears to lessen here at this statement.) Ms. DePlume, weren't you afraid when you saw the victim with blood coming out of him?
DePlume:
My, that's a very good question. I was shaken after witnessing a murder, yes, but then... the blood seemed to disappear...
Phoenix:
Disappear? And why do you suppose that was?
DePlume:
Simple! It was because of the pirate hat! After the killer whale put the hat on, the cloud of blood disappeared!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And how exactly does that work...?
DePlume:
How should I know?! I'm just telling you what I remember, blue boy!
Phoenix:
(Wait a minute... From whom was this blood that Ms. DePlume saw actually coming from?)
Present Ora Shipley profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Consider this."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Maybe somebody else was bleeding in the orca pool, somebody such as this!
Blackquill:
Do you see an injury anywhere on that individual?! And when exactly was this individual supposed to have entered the pool?!
Judge:
I don't think you're ready to play in the deep end just yet, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
I-I'll be right back with some floaties, Your Honor... (Hold on... "Entered the pool"...? What if this individual didn't "enter" the pool, but was already "in" the pool...? Who else was in the pool besides the victim?) 
Leads back to:
"From whom was this blood that Ms. DePlume saw actually coming from?"
Phoenix:
Consider this. Maybe the one who was bleeding wasn't the victim.
DePlume:
I beg your pardon? What kind of ridiculous nonsense is that? There was no one else in that pool beside the victim!
Phoenix:
Oh, I wouldn't say there was no one else. It IS an orca pool, after all.
Blackquill:
What?! Then where is this alleged injury on the defendant?!
Phoenix:
I'm not sure. But if simply wearing the pirate hat made the blood "disappear"... ...then the blood must've been coming from somewhere on Orla's head!
DePlume:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Blackquill:
The orca's head? What are you prattling on about now?!
Athena:
Please think about it again, Ms. DePlume! Think back to what you really saw!
DePlume:
Errr... I... That is... Th-The one who was bleeding was not the victim, but the killer whale...? Ngh... I remember now! There wasn't any blood coming from the victim after all!
NOISE LEVEL
0%
BYE BYE
Athena:
We did it! Analytical psychology got us what we needed from her!
Phoenix:
That was a huge help, Athena. (It was also pretty dicey for a while, though.)
Judge:
Well! This is a surprise! The blood the witness saw was the defendant's, not the victim's!
Phoenix:
That is correct. And since there was no blood coming from the victim... ...there's only one thing we can conclude. That what Ms. DePlume witnessed was not the "moment of the murder," as she claims!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
I thought you were unarmed, but it turns out you were concealing a sword all along. Nevertheless... it is far too dull to cut to the bone. 
Phoenix:
Meaning...?
Blackquill:
I grant that what the witness saw was not the victim's blood, but it proves nothing. After all, being rammed doesn't always result in a wound that bleeds, does it? Death from internal hemorrhaging is also a possibility.
Phoenix:
...! (He has a point there.)
Blackquill:
If you wish to challenge me to a duel, you'll need a sharper blade than that, Wright-dono. I demand evidence that proves the witness did not see the moment of the murder!
Phoenix:
Ack! (There must be something. Think, Phoenix! If I'm correct, then the victim's death occurred...)
Before DePlume saw it
Leads to:
"If the victim was already dead when Orla started her head-butting..."
After DePlume saw it
Phoenix:
(If the victim was alive when Orla started her head-butting... ...then that would basically make Orla the one who killed him. But since I don't think she did it, then we must be wrong about when it took place.)         
Leads to:
"If the victim was already dead when Orla started her head-butting..."
Phoenix:
(If the victim was already dead when Orla started her head-butting... ...then that would mean he died sometime before Ms. DePlume was watching her. The events Ms. DePlume witnessed took place at around 10:10 AM. I must have something that can tell us about what happened before 10:10 AM!)
Present Security Footage
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"We've only seen the footage from 10:09 to 10:10 AM."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the evidence that proves Ms. DePlume did not see the moment of the murder!
Athena:
Huh? I'm not sure that's really related to what Ms. DePlume did or didn't witness.
Phoenix:
............But you're not sure, right...?
Blackquill:
No, we can be quite sure it's unrelated.
Judge:
Yes, quite.
Phoenix:
(Ouch. I guess we can be...)         
Leads back to:
"The events Ms. DePlume witnessed took place at around 10:10 AM."
Phoenix:
(We've only seen the footage from 10:09 to 10:10 AM. Which means... there's still footage going further back that we need to check!) Your Honor, I request that ALL of the security footage be played for the court.
Judge:
All of the footage?
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume witnessed the cloud of blood at around 10:10 AM. But I believe the victim was already dead by that time. 
Judge:
So your assertion is that the murder took place before Ms. DePlume arrived?
Phoenix:
Exactly. The security camera footage starts at 10:00 AM when the aquarium opened. And I believe there is vital evidence in the ten minutes before!
Blackquill:
Hmph............ You are quite the gambling man, Wright-dono. Are you honestly willing to risk everything on those mere ten minutes?
Phoenix:
(I've bet on slimmer chances before, but when he puts it that way...)
Athena:
Athena:
My boss is no coward, Prosecutor Blackquill, so I suggest you get ready to eat humble pie!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. I can't back down now...)
Judge:
Well, if the defense is that confident in its importance... Prosecutor Blackquill, the security footage.
Blackquill:
............Fool Bright.
Fulbright:
Roger! I have the rest of the security footage right here!
Judge:
Very well. Please play it for the court.
Phoenix:
(Please, PLEASE have something for me!)
Fulbright:
This is what it looked like at 10:10 AM. The witness can be seen here. All right. I'll just back the footage up to the beginning now!
Judge:
Hmm... It appears Ms. DePlume hasn't arrived yet at this point.
Phoenix:
(Now to see if I can find something from before this point in time!)
Judge:
............
Blackquill:
............
Phoenix:
............ Is that it?
Fulbright:
Yep! That's all the footage there is!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Did you see what you were looking for?
Athena:
W-We got nothin'...
Blackquill:
Hmph............ Well, Wright-dono? Those were the ten minutes you placed your bet on. Did you see anything of significance?
Phoenix:
(...Did I see anything important? I'd better think about this carefully...) In the footage, we see...!
Something important
Phoenix:
This is the important thing the footage shows!
Present anywhere
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmm? And what is so vital about that point, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Different things are important to different people. "Importance" is a subjective thing!
Judge:
Yes, just as my decision to assign a penalty is a "subjective thing."
Phoenix:
Urk. (Wait a minute... What if something that SHOULD be in the footage isn't there...?) P-Please wait, Your Honor! Um... That footage...
Leads back to:
"In the footage, we see...!"
Nothing important
Leads to:
"We can see nothing of importance in that footage."
Phoenix:
We can see nothing of importance in that footage.
Blackquill:
Hmph. Just as I thought. 
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! You're right about that! That section was completely meaningless! It doesn't show a thing. That's why I didn't submit it as evidence!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
No. It's just the opposite.
Fulbright:
Huh? What do you mean by that?
Phoenix:
In this ten minutes of footage, something important that SHOULD be there isn't there! Detective Fulbright, this footage should have been submitted as evidence.
Fulbright:
What? Are you questioning the way I carry out my duty to justice?!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Explain yourself, please! What is this important thing that you say should be in the footage, but isn't?
Present Photo of the Body
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The important thing we should see in the footage is the victim himself, Jack Shipley."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
And what is the problem you perceive if that particular object isn't in the footage?
Phoenix:
There is no problem, which is exactly why it is a problem, right?!
Judge:
While I admire your enthusiasm, please don't think you can wing it on enthusiasm alone. I would further like to suggest that your attitude is a problem, Mr. Wright. 
Phoenix:
...My apologies, Your Honor. (If the victim was alive, there's something we should see in the footage...) I still content that there is something important that is not in this footage.
Judge:
If that is your contention, please back it up with evidence.
Leads back to:
"What is this important thing that you say should be in the footage, but isn't?"
Phoenix:
The important thing we should see in the footage is the victim himself, Jack Shipley. I don't know about you, but I didn't see him get in the pool in that footage.
Judge:
Oh!
Blackquill:
............!
Fulbright:
Aaaaagh! That's right!
Phoenix:
If the victim is not shown entering the pool in this footage... ...it means that he must have been there by the skull rock during those ten minutes. But no human being can hold their breath underwater for that long. 
Fulbright:
W-Wait a minute... Are you saying...?!
Phoenix:
When the security camera started up at 10 AM, the victim was already dead!
Fulbright:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! If that's the case, then when was the victim murdered?!
Phoenix:
I don't know, Your Honor, but we now know it had to have been sometime before 10 AM. Therefore, this footage can no longer be called decisive evidence against my client!
Blackquill:
Hmph. But there is no one else who could have killed the victim. 
Phoenix:
Not necessarily. The defense believes that the true culprit may have been human. And we have evidence to back up our theory as well!
Blackquill:
Do you, now? I would be very interested in seeing this evidence.
Phoenix:
(The defense's trump card -- that thing we found during our investigation yesterday... I wouldn't go so far as to call it "decisive," but... ...now's the time to play it!)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Please submit your evidence. What evidence shows that the crime may have been committed by a human?
Present Bloodstained Coin
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"What's this?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
And that substantiates your claim how...?
Athena:
What are you doing?! That's not the right piece at all, Boss!
Phoenix:
...That's what I was just thinking myself, judging by the judge's expression...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You will refrain from presenting evidence you're not sure about just to feel me out!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... I must still be rusty, but this time, I'll present our real trump card!)        
Judge:
Let's try again, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"What evidence shows that the crime may have been committed by a human?"
Judge:
What's this? A coin...?
Phoenix:
Yes, a fake coin used in the aquarium's pirate show. We found it beside the pool. This coin is quite possibly the real murder weapon.
Judge:
This tiny little coin... is the murder weapon? Mr. Wright! If this is another one of your bluffs...!
Blackquill:
Hmph. As they say, the bolder the presentation, the less confident the solicitor. 
Phoenix:
This is no bluff, and this isn't the only coin. There are 300 of these coins all together, weighing a total of about seven pounds. This one just happens to have blood on it. 
Blackquill:
...Did you have the blood analyzed to see whose it is?
Phoenix:
Not yet... ...but there were coins scattered all around the body, and the victim had a head wound. Taking these things into account, I believe it has to be the victim's blood. So, to put it together, we have about seven pounds of coins by the side of the pool... ...one of them with a bloodstain on it. I think the answer is pretty clear here. Your Honor! The defense proposes that the victim was killed beside the pool! 
Judge:
The side of the pool?! But if the murder took place there, it would be difficult to say the orca did it...
DePlume:
I realize you are trying to defend your client, but that theory is preposterous! How could 300 coins possibly be made to hit someone all at once?!
Phoenix:
It'd be pretty easy if they were in a bag or something of that nature.
Judge:
And so where is this bag the coins were in?
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, Your Honor, we recovered nothing of the sort from the scene. It's possible the culprit took it with them.
Judge:
They took it...?
Phoenix:
The true culprit used the coins as a blunt instrument to commit murder. They then threw the body into the pool before the security cameras started up. And then they left, taking the bag the coins were in with them. They got rid of the evidence that points to a human culprit to pin the blame on Orla!
Athena:
That was brilliant, Mr. Wright! You found a way to introduce the possibility of a human perpetrator!
Phoenix:
Yeah, somehow... (Let's hope my luck holds out... Hmm... I wonder why Prosecutor Blackquill hasn't said anything...)
Judge:
The possibility of a perpetrator other than the defendant has now been suggested. But if we hold this possibility to be true, then what did Ms. DePlume witness?
DePlume:
Th-That's right! I saw the killer whale attack the victim! Just like it did a year ago, singing a song!
Athena:
Hmm... I guess there still is that... Even with somebody else as the culprit, Orla's behavior still seem [sic] pretty bizarre. I wonder why did she [sic] was doing the same things she did a year ago?
Phoenix:
But are they REALLY that bizarre...?
Athena:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
To explain the inexplicable, all we have to do is turn our thinking around.
Athena:
Turn our thinking around, huh? Sounds good to me!
Phoenix:
(Time to give the ol' "turn my thinking around" method a try! Instead of trying to figure out WHY Orla did the same things she did a year ago... ...I should consider the results that were produced by her behavior this time around. Orla sang a song, did some head-butts, and bit the victim. If the real culprit wanted to shift the suspicion onto Orla... ...then they would've needed to give people a reason to think Orla did it in the first place!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, as her lawyer, how do you explain your client's actions?
Phoenix:
I believe we should think of it in this way, Your Honor: What kind of effect did Orla's actions have on the case?
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Then why don't you explain it for the court. How did the defendant's actions affect the case?
They created a witness
Leads to:
"Ms. DePlume focused her attention on the orca pool because she heard the song."
They killed the victim
Phoenix:
The defendant's actions may have killed the victim.
Judge:
So your assertion is that... the defendant is guilty...?
Phoenix:
Oh! What?! No...! I retract my statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
You may retract your statement, but you will first contract a penalty.
Phoenix:
(Instead of trying to figure out WHY Orla did the same things she did a year ago... ...I should consider what the result was of her doing the same things as a year ago. That's what I have to focus on now!) Your Honor! Please let me try again!
Judge:
Very well. Please explain to the court...
Leads back to:
"How did the defendant's actions affect the case?"
They got rid of evidence
Phoenix:
The defendant's actions may have gotten rid of evidence! 
Judge:
Hmm... And what evidence might that be, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Vital evidence that would prove who the true culprit is! ...At least, that is what I hope.
Judge:
...I am not asking about your hopes and dreams, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Instead of trying to figure out WHY Orla did the same things she did a year ago... ...I should consider what the result was of her doing the same things as a year ago. That's what I have to focus on now!) Your Honor! Please let me try again!
Judge:
Very well. Please explain to the court...
Leads back to:
"How did the defendant's actions affect the case?"
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume focused her attention on the orca pool because she heard the song. The orca's act of singing a song created a witness. 
Judge:
Created a witness...?
Phoenix:
Isn't it possible... ...that fabricating a witness was the real culprit's true intention? After all, Ms. DePlume witnessed two things: She saw Orla head-butt something over and over, and she saw the orca bite the victim. Those two actions of Orla's might have been... ...the true culprit's plot to make the witness think the orca was attacking the victim!
Judge:
Are you saying... that the defendant was being manipulated by the true perpetrator?! 
Phoenix:
Exactly. And that would explain Orla's actions perfectly.
Judge:
But the defendant is an orca. Is it even possible to manipulate her?
Phoenix:
Yes, there is a way to manipulate Orla's behavior, with this!
Present Whistle
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Is this... a whistle?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
THAT can be used to manipulate Orla's behavior?
Phoenix:
...Sure, maybe it could be, if one knew how!
Judge:
I wish someone would manipulate YOU into presenting relevant evidence, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
M-My apologies, Your Honor... (Hmm... I know I have something that can be used to control Orla's behavior...) 
Judge:
So, Mr. Wright, is it really possible to manipulate Orla's behavior?
Leads back to:
"Yes, there is a way to manipulate Orla's behavior, with this!"
Judge:
Is this... a whistle?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. Trainers at the aquarium use whistles to issues commands to Orla. But in truth, anyone can do it, provided they know the right signals.
Judge:
Ah, that must be how they get Orla to do tricks for their pirate shows.
Phoenix:
The true culprit hid the body in a spot that couldn't be seen from the visitor's corridor. Then, when Ms. DePlume appeared, they gave Orla the commands! In other words, Orla was manipulated by the culprit to perform a series of "tricks"!
DePlume:
Wh-Whaaat...?
Phoenix:
And, as for you, Ms. DePlume... ...you were manipulated by the true culprit to play the part of the witness!
DePlume:
I-I, Norma DePlume, was set up...?! I, Norma DePlume, writer extraordinaire, was used...? N-No... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
M-Ms. DePlume...! Please do something about your attire!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... That was one wardrobe malfunction I did NOT want to see...)
Judge:
I-It would appear we need to shift our suspicion toward someone other than Orla. Prosecutor Blackquill, please have the bloodstained coin analyzed. 
Blackquill:
...Hmph. You waste your breath.
Phoenix:
(I guess even Prosecutor Blackquill can't refute the possibility of a human suspect.)
Athena:
You did it, Boss! If the crime happened beside the pool, there's no way an orca could have done it!
Phoenix:
Now, if only we could find the bag the coins were in...
Judge:
Hmm... In light of the new discovery, it would appear that the orca couldn't have done it. 
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor. If the blood on the coin proves to be that of the victim... ...we can unequivocally overturn Orla's accusation.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Overturn the defendant's accusation...? Hmph. I think not.
Phoenix:
ACK! (M-My hair! My beautiful hair!)
Blackquill:
Yesterday, a new inmate was brought into the prison. He said, "The moment you relax is when you're most vulnerable."
Judge:
Hmm... And what did this man go in for?
Blackquill:
...He is merely a sneaky thief who enjoys a spot of fishing now and again. But Wright-dono here would be easier to hook than any fish... 
Taka:
*Screech!*
Phoenix:
(That hawk sure does love the judge's head.)
Judge:
What's this? That coin from before and... some sort of bag?
Phoenix:
A b-bag...? (I don't think I'm gonna like this...)
Blackquill:
This is the coin bag the 300 coins were in. I believe you were looking for this?
Phoenix:
H-How did you get that?!
Blackquill:
I never said we didn't find it at the crime scene. The bag had blood on it, so naturally, I had it sent to the crime lab.
Phoenix:
And... does the blood belong to the victim?
Blackquill:
It does indeed, as does the blood on the coin.
Phoenix:
(I knew it! So the blood on the coin DID belong to the victim!)
Blackquill:
The bag was open and the coins had all spilled out. But the bag alone wasn't proof enough to say that it was used as the murder weapon. ...However, thanks to the defense and their coin, I am more than satisfied that it was.
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill! Are you conceding that the true culprit committed the murder with the bag of coins?
Blackquill:
I shall concede that the victim was put into the pool after his death. However, even with the bag... ...it doesn't change the fact it was the orca that killed the victim!
Phoenix:
What?! How can you still suspect Orla?!
Blackquill:
You said that the true culprit manipulated Orla's behavior. But Orla isn't the kind of orca that would let someone control her. If anything, Orla used the victim's behavior against him to murder him!
Phoenix:
What?! But--
Judge:
A-Are you arguing that the orca manipulated a human being?!
Blackquill:
Hmph... To prove it, I have summoned another witness. Marlon Rimes, take the stand!
Phoenix:
(M-Marlon Rimes?! Is a witness...?!)
Blackquill:
...Well, don't just stand there. State your name. 
Rimes:
............I told ya I didn't wanna be a witness.
Blackquill:
I thought one witness would be quite enough to prove the defendant's guilt... ...but apparently Wright-dono won't be satisfied until every stone is turned.
Rimes:
Well, son of a... All right, fine! If I gotta talk, then let's get this over with!
Athena:
Mr. Rimes doesn't seem like a willing witness.
Phoenix:
(I wonder what Prosecutor Blackquill is going to have him testify about?)
Judge:
Um... So could we have your name and occupation for the record, witness?
Rimes:
............ Ahoy! Yo! Yo! Yo ho hooooo! People of da law! Time to testify! Chillin' with my crew at the Shipshape. Orcas, penguins, and da seascape. Cleanin' n' feedin', there ain't no end. But dem bratty kid's tours, I shall transcend. Noob animal keeper, from the house of Rimes! I'm da master keeper, Marlon with the rhymes!
Judge:
Oh, my... I'm afraid I couldn't understand a word you said! Is that that "flip-flop" music young people nowadays like?
Phoenix:
(...So close, Your Honor, so close... and yet so far.)
Judge:
Please proceed with your testimony, witness. Without the flip-flop.
Rimes:
Okay, fine. But I don't wanna do this, I tell ya. I feel like I'm sellin' Sasha out.
Witness Testimony
-- The Man-Manipulating Orca -- 
Rimes:
At about 10:10 AM, I was in the staff room.
I heard a loud noise from the pool room, so I went to the door to look in.
I couldn't see the captain or the orca, but I saw a bunch of coins scattered around.
The orca knows there's a certain spot people stand to play volleyball with her.
I think maybe she knocked down the stuff that was piled up there and hit the captain.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... So that gives us a little more info about the area around the orca pool.)
Orca Pool Diagram updated in the Court Record. 
Phoenix:
The defendant made the stuff fall down...?
Blackquill:
Overturned crates and assorted props were scattered all over the pool room floor. There is no doubt that it was the orca that caused the mess. 
Judge:
But could she really have done that from within the pool?
Blackquill:
Hmph. As I said, the orca is the only one that could've perform [sic] such a feat. The pool and its room were tidied the night before, including its various odds and ends. But when our rhyming marlin checked on the scene, over 400 pounds of props had fallen. To move it all in one go would challenge even the brawny prisoner in the cell next to mine.
Phoenix:
(...What is he? The jail gossip?)
Blackquill:
So, how did 400 pounds of items fall all at once? I'll tell you how. The orca pulled on the cloth that was underneath them. A weight that would be all but impossible for a human to move... ...was child's play to an orca. During a friendly game of volleyball, the defendant made the crates fall... ...and the bag of coins that was among the items fell on the victim's head and killed him! The orca then toyed with the victim's body underwater, which is what Ms. DePlume saw. 
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But the witness only said he "heard a loud noise." That doesn't automatically make it the sound of Orla making the items fall! Also, why did you only "look in" on the pool room, anyway, Mr. Rimes?
Rimes:
That orca sometimes makes a loud noise to summon her trainer. But I'm still a newbie, so I don't have a security card to get into the pool room yet. So even if she tries to summon somebody, there isn't much I can do about it. 
Judge:
I see. So the witness couldn't enter the crime scene...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If Mr. Rimes couldn't enter the room, there's at least one thing he can't be sure about! His statement that the orca was playing volleyball is purely speculation!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Whether the orca was actually playing volleyball or not is not the issue. Traces of the orca's saliva were found on the cloth that was underneath the crates. The important point is that the orca is the only one that could have moved the items!
Phoenix:
(Argh! I have to discredit that statement somehow! If I don't, it'd mean that Orla was the culprit, even if the victim died beside the pool!)
Cross Examination-- The Man-Manipulating Orca --
Rimes:
At about 10:10 AM, I was in the staff room.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you sure about the time you were in the staff room?
Rimes:
What?! Y-Yes, I'm sure! I'm pretty good with time. I've never been late to work once. 
Phoenix:
(Hmm... If he's sure about the time, then there's something wrong with that statement. I'd better take another look through the Court Record...) 
Judge:
All right. Please continue with your testimony, Mr. Rimes.
Present Calendar
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You say you were in the staff room..."
Rimes:
I heard a loud noise from the pool room, so I went to the door to look in.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You heard the noise all the way in the staff room?
Rimes:
That's right. The orca pool room and the staff room are pretty close to each other. Anyway, I heard the noise, so I went to the door of the pool room. But I don't have a security card, so all I could do was look through the door crack.
Phoenix:
What kind of noise did you hear?
Rimes:
Want me to describe it? Awww yiiiiis! Yo word up Courtroom Numbah Fouuuuurrr! Da crash, boom, bowing to relativity! Everything fallin' with sweet simplicity! This testimony yo, it ain't got no fallacies! Things fallin' n' breakin', was pure insanity! ...Kinda like that.
Phoenix:
(Okay... But why the need to rap it...?) 
Judge:
Well, I didn't really get all of that, but, in any case, I gather it was a very loud noise... Very well. Please describe what you saw at the scene.
Rimes:
I couldn't see the captain or the orca, but I saw a bunch of coins scattered around.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You couldn't see the victim?
Rimes:
I was just lookin' through the door crack. I guess all that stuff was blockin' my view. I did notice a whole bunch of coins scattered all over the place, though... But, at the time, I had no idea the captain was dead.
Blackquill:
Hmph... Killed by gold coins. Ironic, isn't it? Perhaps the orca wanted to be paid for her labor, paid in coins raining from the skies.
Athena:
Coins raining from the skies? He makes it sound... almost poetic. 
Phoenix:
But the hard truth is that those coins were actually the murder weapon...
Blackquill:
We all deserve to be paid for our work, do we not? I shall have a fine meal tonight... 
Phoenix:
If you find our client guilty, that is. Mr. Rimes, do you have a theory on how the things got knocked down?
Rimes:
Of course I do.
Rimes:
The orca knows there's a certain spot people stand to play volleyball with her.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
She uses this ball and does a spike, right? We had a nice little demonstration of Orla's spike for ourselves just yesterday.
Rimes:
If you stand on the mark on the floor, the orca spikes the ball at you. 
Blackquill:
Hmph. Taka is good at flying straight at his target as well. And I see plenty of targets right here in this room.
Judge:
?
Phoenix:
?
Rimes:
?
Athena:
Everyone's so busy protecting their head, they forgot about the trial...
Phoenix:
Including you. 
Blackquill:
Tell them what the defendant caused to happen. 
Rimes:
Well, the orca knows people stand in a certain spot for volleyball...
Rimes:
I think maybe she knocked down the stuff that was piled up there and hit the captain.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you saying you think she knocked down the items on purpose?
Rimes:
I don't wanna believe it, myself, but that orca's pretty smart... It'd be easy for her to pull the cloth the stuff was on while she was playin' volleyball. Orcas are really strong. One good pull and all those things would come crashin' down.
Phoenix:
(I guess maybe an orca could be strong enough to make that much stuff fall...) 
Blackquill:
I've never seen an orca play tug of war, myself. But the fact is, this one did. The traces of the orca's saliva found on the cloth prove it. How long do you plan to walk tightrope on those shaky theories of yours?
Phoenix:
(Wait until you see me do acrobatics! Moments like these are what I became a lawyer again for!)
Phoenix:
(I don't know why, but Mr. Rimes is lying. I'm afraid I have to expose that secret he and Pearls were keeping to resolve this...) 
Phoenix:
You say you were in the staff room, but is that really true?
Rimes:
Of course it's true. Why would I lie about a thing like that?
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, have you ever seen this calendar before?
Rimes:
Hey! That's...!
Phoenix:
I see you recognize it.
Rimes:
Yeah, that's the Rifle calendar. It's a big hit at the Shipshape Aquarium gift shop. Thank you for shoppin' at Shipshape! 
Judge:
Mr. Rimes! Please refrain from scattering fish around the witness stand!
Blackquill:
...Not to worry, Your Baldness. Taka will have them cleaned up in no time.
Taka:
*Screech!*
Phoenix:
(...I guess that bird comes in handy now and then.)
Judge:
All right, Mr. Wright. We have all seen your cute souvenir. Now, if you wouldn't mind...
Phoenix:
Uh, no, Your Honor! This isn't my calendar. It was originally the witness's, but it came into the possession of a certain young lady.
Rimes:
Wh-What?!
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes and this young lady first met each other in the food prep room. After a mishap, their calendars got switched around. They ran into each other at about 10:10 AM in the food prep room. So clearly, the witness was not in the staff room. In other words, there's no way he could have heard the noise in the pool room upstairs!
Rimes:
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Blackquill:
What's this? This is the first I'm hearing about any calendar! 
Phoenix:
(That's because Mr. Rimes and Pearls were keeping it a secret.)
Blackquill:
You lied to ME?! This transgression will not go unpunished!
Rimes:
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Judge:
So, Mr. Rimes, you didn't hear the noise of the equipment falling after all, did you?
Rimes:
...Okay. I admit it. I didn't hear the noise in the orca pool room myself. But somebody told me about it. 
Phoenix:
Who told you about it?
Rimes:
............It was... uh...
Phoenix:
Unless you tell the truth, Mr. Rimes, I can't save Orla. And I'm sure you know how sad that would make Ms. Buckler.
Rimes:
............ ............I heard about it... from Sasha.
Phoenix:
What?! From Ms. Buckler?!
Athena:
B-But that doesn't make sense!
Phoenix:
(What is going on here?)
Blackquill:
Hmph... Now it's the trainer's own words that drive the orca into a corner. How do you like being bitten by your own client, Wright-dono?!
Phoenix:
(Ugh! I certainly didn't see this coming!)
Blackquill:
What perfect timing. There was something I wanted to ask Ms. Buckler about the orca. The prosecution calls the trainer, Ms. Sasha Buckler, to the stand!
Judge:
Yes, I suppose it would be a good idea to hear what the orca's trainer has to say.
Phoenix:
(I don't know what Sasha is going to say... ...but I'll just have to meet it head-on, whatever it is!)
Judge:
We will take a twenty minute recess while the witness is summoned.
To Be Continued
July 21, 10:39 AM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Athena:
Mr. Wright... are you going to cross-examine Sasha?
Phoenix:
I guess I'll have to ask her about the noise from the stuff falling down. 
Rimes:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, why did you lie?
Rimes:
I... I didn't want Sasha to have to appear in court. I thought if anybody had to testify, I should be the one to do it for her. 
Athena:
But why would you go to all those lengths...?
Rimes:
............ Did you see the entry for the twentieth on that calendar?
Phoenix:
The note about meeting the captain at the orca pool?
Rimes:
Yeah. I found that calendar in the nap room. I think it's probably Sasha's.
Athena:
What?! Then that means...!
Phoenix:
(I guess it does look like more of a woman's calendar than a man's...)
Calendar updated in the Court Record.
Rimes:
I didn't want suspicion to fall on Sasha... Mr. Wright... I gotta go back to the aquarium to look after the orca in Sasha's place. I'll be rootin' for ya on the other end of that TV phone. Please take care of Sasha...
Athena:
Okay! We can't let Prosecutor Blackquill get the best of us! Time to refocus!
Phoenix:
You're right. After all, we're the only ones who can save Orla.
July 21, 11:02 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Judge:
The court will now reconvene. Prosecutor Blackquill, please call the witness to the stand.
Blackquill:
............Again, you waste your breath. 
Buckler:
Me name be Sasha! And I be one of Cap'n Orla's Swashbucklers! I come to rescue me bucko from the false charges put on her by Dread Pirate Nostache!
Blackquill:
............"Nostache"...?
Athena:
I guess "Nostache" refers to Prosecutor Blackquill this time.
Phoenix:
...Well, it can't be the judge. He HAS a mustache... and a full beard.
Buckler:
Now then, Cap'n Judge... shall we begin the pirate court?!
Judge:
"C-Cap'n Judge"...! Hmm... I rather like that. It makes me feel like a salty old sea dog.
Buckler:
And scene! How was that for a self-intro?
Blackquill:
............The court is not a show. State your full name and occupation. 
Buckler:
I'm Sasha Buckler. I work at Shipshape Aquarium. I perform in our Swashbuckler Spectacular pirate show alongside Orla, as her trainer.
Judge:
Well! You seem like a completely different person now. 
Buckler:
You r-EEL-y think so? Thanks! I was in my pirate show persona just then! Prosecutor Blackquill said I could introduce myself any way I like.
Phoenix:
(I'd bet money he didn't think you were going to do it like THAT...)
Judge:
And what will this witness testify about?
Blackquill:
The orca manipulated the victim into playing volleyball and then knocked the items down. The witness will report about hearing the noise that caused the victim's death. 
Buckler:
Now wait just a minute! Sure, Orla uses the ball to break props sometimes... She even spiked the ball at the giant octopus's leg yesterday when I was cleaning.
Phoenix:
(...So Orla was the one who broke that leg, huh?)
Buckler:
But she couldn't have knocked down that huge stack of equipment with her little ball!
Blackquill:
Hmph. I thought you were paying attention to the trial over the telecast... ...but you apparently know nothing of what we have been discussing. The orca knocked down the equipment by pulling on the cloth that was underneath it. No one said anything about the orca knocking it down with a ball!
Buckler:
Whaaaaaat?! I-Is THAT what we're talking about?! Ngh... I came in here to give Prosecutor Nostache a good keelhauling... ...but I'm the one getting the cat-o'-nine-tails! Ooh, he's as vicious as a tiger shark!
Athena:
Ms. Buckler! Just focus on your testimony and you'll be all right! Don't worry. We'll take care of that tiger shark for you!
Buckler:
Thank you, Athena! Okay, I can do this! My testimony will be fin-omenal!
Judge:
All right, Ms. Buckler. Please proceed with your testimony. 
Witness Testimony
-- Hearing the Noise --
Buckler:
I admit I heard Orla summoning me with a loud noise.
But the aquarium guest's scream I heard over the walkie-talkie was more urgent.
I talked to Norma DePlume first and then went to the pool room with the security guard.
The equipment was everywhere, and... the captain was lying in the middle of it all.
Judge:
Hmm... Her story doesn't seem to be much different from Marlon Rimes's testimony. 
Phoenix:
Or does it...? The circumstances are different. The actual order of Orla's actions depend on the order the witness heard the two noises. If she heard the scream first, the prosecution's claims don't stand up!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. Unfortunately for you, she doesn't remember the order of what she heard.
Phoenix:
............Sh-She doesn't...?
Buckler:
I was distracted at the time... so I don't really recall which one I heard first... I was lost in thought until the guard brought me back to myself... Sorry I'm no help. 
Blackquill:
As long as the order remains unclear, I shall not alter the prosecution's claims. After killing the victim with the bag of coins, the orca toyed with the body in the water.
Phoenix:
(I have to turn things around here somehow! Unless I can prove the sound Sasha heard was NOT the sound of the victim's murder... ...Blackquill's claim that Orla pulled down the equipment to kill the victim will stand. If I want to save Orla, I have to find a contradiction, no matter how small!)
Judge:
Very well. Your cross-examination, please, Mr. Wright.
Cross Examination
-- Hearing the Noise --
Buckler:
I admit I heard Orla summoning me with a loud noise.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What made you think Orla was summoning you?
Buckler:
Orla knows the sound of her cries doesn't carry far enough. So sometimes she summons people by making a loud noise. Heh heh. That Orla is smarter than the average whale, I tell you!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Taka would not be bested in a battle of wits.
Athena:
Athena:
Wait a minute! Widget is the smartest one of all!
Widget:
Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who's the smartest one of all? Widget!
Phoenix:
(Am I expected to enter Trucy into this "my kid is better than yours"-apalooza...?) And did you heed the summons of this very intelligent Orla immediately?
Buckler:
I couldn't right away, although I was concerned about her, of course.
Buckler:
 But the aquarium guest's scream I heard over the walkie-talkie was more urgent.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You heard Ms. DePlume scream?
Buckler:
That's right. I heard her through the walkie-talkie of a guard making his rounds. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" I can still hear it in my head. It was so loud, I thought it was a sea lion. 
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume sort of reminds me of a sea lion, actually. 
Athena:
I know, right? Ooh, I should call her "sea lion lady" and see how she likes it!
Phoenix:
(I guess Athena is still upset about being called "yellow girl.")      
Judge:
What did you do after hearing the visitor's scream?
Buckler:
I talked to Norma DePlume first and then went to the pool room with the security guard.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You and the security guard headed to the orca pool room?
Buckler:
Yeah. Apparently, that obnoxious writer lady said she didn't trust me by myself. That's why, after talking to her, the guard and I went to the pool room together. Why the wench be so suspicious?! Arrrrr! I demand a swordfish duel! That's what I felt like saying to her, anyway.
Judge:
............I'm afraid I don't get it.
Athena:
That was a line from the show when Orla and Sasha quarrel with each other! Didn't you do your Swashbuckler Spectacular homework, Your Honor?
Judge:
Why am I getting scolded, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
And why am I getting scolded here, Your Honor...? Ms. Buckler, please tell me what happened after you headed to the pool room.
Buckler:
All right. When the guard and I got there, we saw that...
Buckler:
The equipment was everywhere, and... the captain was lying in the middle of it all.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What do you recall about the scene exactly?
Buckler:
I don't remember much, to be honest... I was in total shock from seeing the captain like that. If you ask me something specific, I might be able to remember, though.
Phoenix:
(Specific questions, huh? Okay, let's see. What should I ask her about?)      
The things scattered around
Phoenix:
Could you tell me more about the things that were scattered around?
Buckler:
They were equipment and props for the new show.
Phoenix:
The new show?  
Buckler:
Yeah. We were supposed to debut a brand-new Swashbuckler Spectacular yesterday. We already defeated the giant octopus and Nostache, after all. We were going to have a new nemesis, Redstache. He's on the flyer.
Athena:
Oh! That's the flyer Rifle was distributing! "Who will obtain the gold coins hidden in the skull rock?!" Ooh, I wish it could be me!
Buckler:
Leave it to you, Athena, to know all about it! Orla's even got some new tricks for the new show.
Swashbuckler Flyer updated in the Court Record.  
Phoenix:
So all the stuff that fell down was for the new show, is that it? 
Buckler:
That's right. A bunch of props in crates and other equipment, stacked up.
Phoenix:
Your Honor, for the record, I'd like that information added to the witness's testimony.
Judge:
Very well. Ms. Buckler, please append what you just said to your testimony.
Buckler:
Sure thing!
Changes statement "The equipment was everywhere, and... the captain was lying in the middle of it all." to "The props for the new show were everywhere, and... the captain was in the middle of it all."
Jack Shipley
Phoenix:
Could you tell me more about the state you found the victim in?
Buckler:
It's so hard to even think about right now...
Athena:
Sasha is deeply traumatized by the victim's death...
Phoenix:
I guess I shouldn't push her on it, then. (Poor Sasha... She must've really adored him.)
Buckler:
The props for the new show were everywhere, and... the captain was in the middle of it all. 
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
These props for the new show... What kind of things were they?
Buckler:
A blow-up dolphin and anchor, Redstache's costume, the bag of coins... Stuff like that. The captain was wearing his usual costume, and the new props were all there.
Phoenix:
(What [sic] a minute... Something about that doesn't seem right... Is there a problem with Sasha's testimony?)
No, no problem
Phoenix:
(I guess there isn't any particular problem. I'd better get on with the cross-exam.)
Yes, there is
Leads to:
"You say the captain was wearing his "usual costume"..."
Athena:
Do you think Orla really did make that stuff fall down? 
Phoenix:
I think we probably need more information before we can know what really happened. Let's be careful not to let a single inconsistency slip by us.
Phoenix:
You say you the captain was wearing his "usual costume," but is that completely accurate? 
Buckler:
Come on, Phoenix! What are you nitpicking my testimony for?!
Phoenix:
If we look at the body, we see that there's a discrepancy between that and your statement. You stated that the victim was wearing his usual costume. But you'll notice that the victim was wearing a red scarf around his neck. I imagine this red scarf is part of his costume for the new pirate show.
Judge:
Oh, you're right. It's written right here in the flyer for the new show. "Featuring the dashing Redstache, with a fluttering red scarf!" 
Athena:
Although, I have to say, it just looks like a red scarf was added to his OLD costume...
Buckler:
Yeah, well, the captain was never one to spend too much money on costumes... But, you know, the captain wasn't WEARING that red scarf...
Phoenix:
But in this photo, I believe I see a red scarf...
Buckler:
Yeah, but it's not wrapped around his neck. It's just draped on top of his neck. That red scarf was packed away with the rest of the new show's equipment. It must've fallen on top of the captain when the equipment fell down.
Phoenix:
Oh... I see...
Judge:
It looks like your "discrepancy" wasn't really a "discrepancy" after all.
Phoenix:
(So the scarf doesn't have anything to do with the case? But there's something about the timing of the stuff falling that bothers me... Hold on. The timing of the stuff falling... The timing... Maybe... my theory has been all wrong from the beginning! Maybe... the bag of coins isn't the murder weapon!)        
Blackquill:
Heh heh. And so your last cross-examination ends in failure as well. You should know that such a feeble slash will never hurt me.
As I said... the orca made the equipment fall and then toyed with the body in the water.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Prosecutor Blackquill, but based on the circumstances at the scene... ...the defendant couldn't have dragged the body into the water after the equipment fell. 
Blackquill:
...Hmm? And why, pray tell, is that?
Phoenix:
Oh, I'll tell you all right. (If my theory has been all wrong... then I'll just have to fix it!)    
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Wright. Please do tell the court. What indicates that the body was not dragged into the water after the items fell?
Present red scarf
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This red scarf fell at the same time as the bag of coins."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Please focus on this point! 
Judge:
That point? I don't see any particular problem there.
Phoenix:
Right here! No... uh, I mean... right AROUND here! To, uh... somewhere over there-ish... And please also take a look at this area over here as well...
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Your "point" is gradually expanding to include the entire photograph!
Phoenix:
(...Okay. I deserved that. The items that fell were props for the new show. A blow-up dolphin and anchor, the bag of coins, the red scarf, swords... If the body was dragged into the pool AFTER the items fell... ...then a certain piece of evidence shouldn't still be in this photograph.) 
Judge:
All right. Please try that again.
Leads back to:
"What indicates that the body was not dragged into the water after the items fell?"
Phoenix:
This red scarf fell at the same time as the bag of coins. But if the body was dragged into the pool after the bag of coins fell... ...then the red scarf wouldn't still be on top of the body! 
Blackquill:
Wh-What...?!
Phoenix:
In other words, the victim was already dead when the equipment came crashing down! Therefore, the bag of coins that fell with the red scarf was NOT the murder weapon!
Blackquill:  
Silence!
Blackquill:
But it was the defense who claimed the bag of coins was the murder weapon to begin with!
Phoenix:
Well... yes, that's true. 
Blackquill:
Do you intend to abandon your original argument?
Phoenix:
After hearing the testimony, I realized my theory about the murder weapon was wrong. Please recall the facts we have learned so far. It's a fact that what Orla bit was the victim's dead body. 
Judge:
After all, when we saw the victim on the security footage, he was already dead.
Phoenix:
But then, Orla carried the victim's body to the side of the pool... ...and knocked down the equipment for the new pirate show that was piled up there. Maybe Orla was trying to alert the humans to the victim's condition. If Orla knocked the items down on the victim after he was already dead... ...then it means the defendant didn't kill the victim with those items!
Blackquill:
BUT THAT'S PREPOSTEROUS! ............Even still, your argument is lacking... If neither the orca's head-butting nor the bag of coins were the manner of death... ...then how do you propose the victim was killed?
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaagh!
Judge:
A very good point. If the defense is now abandoning its original theory... ...then we would need a new theory as to what the murder weapon was.
Phoenix:
Ugh... A-All right... (I doubt "I have no clue" would go over well.)
Athena:
All right! Let's go over what we still need to find out about the victim's body.
Phoenix:
What we don't know is how he died and why his body was at the bottom of the pool. I wonder if there's something that would explain both of those things at once?
Athena:
Hmm... How did the victim's body sink to the bottom of the pool...? On a diagram, it's easy enough to move the body to the bottom of the pool... ...but in real life, the water would just cause the body to float.
Phoenix:
Right... (Hold on... Water? Okay. Then what if we flip that around? What if there was no water? Then the body would go right down in an instant. ...So could the real manner of death be...?!) Thanks for the great hint, Athena. 
Athena:
What? I helped you, and I didn't even know it?!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I think we know the real manner of the victim's death!
Judge:
"I think" won't do, Mr. Wright. I expect a clear answer. Now then, what was the real manner of Jack Shipley's death?
Phoenix:
(What's the manner of death that moved the victim to the bottom of the pool in an instant?)
Falling
Leads to:
"Please take a look at this diagram of the pool."
Drowning
Phoenix:
We believe the victim drowned, Your Honor.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
............Autopsy report.
Judge:
Ah, of course! Let's see... Cause of death was "instant death from a brain contusion." Your answer is completely wrong, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
...You're right, Your Honor. Please let me try that again.
Leads back to:
"What's the manner of death that moved the victim to the bottom of the pool in an instant?"
Assault
Phoenix:
We believe the victim was assaulted with a blunt instrument, Your Honor!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
...But nothing like that was found at the crime scene, other than the bag of coins. So if it wasn't the coins, then what was the murder weapon?!
Phoenix:
Um... could we just forget I said that...? You know, about the blunt instrument...?
Judge:
"Forget"...? Very well. I'll try to forget it, but I won't forget to give you a penalty!
Phoenix:
Gah... Please let me try that again.
Leads back to:
"What's the manner of death that moved the victim to the bottom of the pool in an instant?"
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this diagram of the pool. If there was no water in the pool... ...then it would be very easy to move the victim's body to the bottom of the pool. 
Judge:
He would drop straight down... Oh, my! Could that be the true manner of death...?! 
Phoenix:
The orca pool is about 65 feet deep. If the victim were to go from the top of the pool to the bottom when there was no water... ...then he would, without question, have fallen to his death!
Judge:
...Death from a fall...!
Blackquill:
Ngh... And that's your answer...?
Athena:
It all makes perfect sense! If he fell, that would explain the "signs of blunt force trauma all over the body," too!
Phoenix:
The culprit pushed the victim into the pool when there was no water in it. After doing something to keep the body from floating up, they filled the pool with water. The pool water washed away any signs of blood, so no one would realize that he fell!
Judge:
S-Surprisingly, that actually makes sense! Order! Order in the court! I'm just as surprised as you are, but I must have order! If falling was the manner of death, then does that mean the defendant's behavior... ...was the result of being manipulated by the true culprit, as the defense claimed?!
Phoenix:
Yes, it would have to be. All that needs to be explained now is how the real culprit commanded Orla! Ms. Buckler, is there a way to instruct Orla to bite someone? 
Buckler:
What?! What kind of trick would that be?! Of course not!
Phoenix:
Then could you tell us about the tricks Orla does know?
Buckler:
Well, there's jumping, dancing, and playing volleyball. And she can spin, do the rock 'n' roll trick, and sing the Swashbuckler Spectacular song.
Phoenix:
(Those sound like pretty nice tricks, but I doubt they're related to this case.)  
Buckler:
She's also practicing two new, top-secret tricks. There's the "human rocket," where she shoots somebody up into the air. And then there's the "lifesaver" trick, where she brings a drowning person to the surface.
Phoenix:
(Hey! One of these "top-secret" tricks might have something to do with the case! Now, which of these two tricks sounds relevant to the case?)     
The human rocket trick
Phoenix:
The human rocket trick shoots a person up into the air. That means Orla shot the victim's body, which had sunk to the bottom, up to the surface! 
Judge:
Hmm... Are you implying that's how the victim's body got to the surface? In that case, when did the bite marks get onto the victim's clothes?
Phoenix:
Huh? (Oops. I forgot about those.)     
Judge:
I can't accept your theory unless it explains all of the circumstances of this case.
Phoenix:
(Orla has two "top-secret" tricks. The human rocket trick, where she shoots somebody up into the air. And the lifesaver trick, where she brings a drowning person to the surface.)     
Leads back to:
"Now, which of these two tricks sounds relevant to the case?"
The lifesaver trick
Leads to:
"So, in the lifesaver trick, Orla brings a drowning person to the surface, correct?"
Phoenix:
So, in the lifesaver trick, Orla brings a drowning person to the surface, correct? 
Buckler:
You cod it! Orla's still learning how to hold someone gently in her mouth... ...so she sometimes bites into their clothes, but she's never hurt a person's skin. 
Athena:
She brings a drowning person to the surface?! Then that must be it...!
DePlume:
And then the killer whale swam up toward the surface with the victim in its mouth!
Judge:
That matches up perfectly with what Ms. DePlume said in her testimony!
Phoenix:
The real culprit must have used the lifesaver trick command to manipulate Orla!
Judge:
Hmm... I still find this very hard to believe. 
Phoenix:
Then let's see it for ourselves. Let's have Orla show us her trick using a practice dummy.
Blackquill:
...Hmph. As you wish. 
Judge:
The prosecution doesn't appear to have any objection. Ms. Buckler, please proceed.
Buckler:
Okay, sure! I'll show you Orla's fin-omenal trick! Hey, Marlon! Are you ready over there?
Rimes:
Okay, lemme just go get the practice dummy... ...There! It's in the pool! Ready and standin' by, Sasha!
Buckler:
Here goes! Orla's secret new trick, the lifesaver!
Anime cutscene
Rimes:
The clothes got torn up a little, but the dummy doesn't have any new marks on it!
Orla:
Fwee, fweet! Fwee, fweeeeet!
Buckler:
And there you have it! Orla's secret new trick!
Man:
Wow! That orca is really something!
Woman:
A cute thing like that wouldn't hurt anybody!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like the gallery loved Orla's performance!)   
Athena:
That was great! That awesome trick captured everybody's heart!
Judge:
Ho ho ho! Wonderful! I wish I could see more!
Blackquill:
............
Athena:
Looks like we silenced Prosecutor Blackquill!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Orla and Ms. Buckler. And thank you, too, Mr. Rimes. And so now you can clearly see that Orla was manipulated. The bottom of the orca pool needs to be examined immediately! We might still find some evidence of the victim falling to his death!
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill, please have that taken care of at once!
Blackquill:
............
Judge:
Uh, excuse me, Prosecutor Blackquill, but I am requesting further investigation...
Blackquill:
............ GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Fulbright:
Tsk, tsk, Prosecutor Blackquill! You have to answer the nice judge politely! Oh, that's right! I almost forgot! The thing you asked for just came in.
Blackquill:
Ngh... And you couldn't be bothered to think of a less violent way to deliver it...?
Phoenix:
(What did Prosecutor Blackquill ask for?)   
Blackquill:
Hmph............ I've been waiting for this.
Judge:
Oh? And what is that?
Blackquill:
............An updated autopsy report.
Phoenix:
What?! Why did it have to come now?!
Blackquill:
During the recess, I ordered the body to be re-examined. Something started nagging at me during the course of the trial, you see. ............Here. 
Judge:
I take it you'd like me to read it? Very well. "Cause of Death: Thought to be from 65-foot fall"!
Shipley's Autopsy Report updated in the Court Record.      
Judge:
B-But this...! But this is decisive evidence that substantiates Mr. Wright's theory!
Phoenix:
What?! (It's something... GOOD for a change?!)      
Judge:
If the manner of death was falling into an empty pool, the orca can't be responsible. It seems Orla's complete innocence has been proven. 
Blackquill:
Hmph............ I suppose I can't deny that. 
Athena:
This is fantastic! You did it, Mr. Wright! Prosecutor Blackquill isn't even trying to refute it! Orla is saved!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah... (Is it really safe to celebrate...?)      
Judge:
It would appear more investigation into this case is necessary. But first allow me to render my verdict. The court finds the defendant Ora Shipley...
Not Guilty
Buckler:
You did it! Thank you so much, Phoenix! Thank you, Athena! Orla and Marlon thank you, too!
Rimes:
Congrats, Sasha!
Orla:
Fwee, fweet!
Rimes:
Time to celebrate! Go on! Eat up!
Orla:
Fwee, fwee, fweet!
Athena:
Hee hee! Glad to see everybody so happy! And I'm absolutely thrilled about the verdict!
Blackquill:
............ ...Thank you, Wright-dono. 
Phoenix:
Huh?! For what?
Blackquill:
Hmph... The drained pool... Thanks to you, the truth is finally clear. Fool Bright............ Arrest this woman. 
Fulbright:
Certainly! Right away, Prosecutor Blackquill! Sasha Buckler, you are hereby under arrest for the murder of Jack Shipley!
Buckler:
WHAAAT?!
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you talking about?! What reason could you possibly have?!
Blackquill:
Come now. You must have had some idea in the back of your dull, little mind. The true culprit manipulated the orca in order to have false charges brought upon her. ...And who is the only one with the ability to accomplish that? It can only be the orca's trainer!
Phoenix:
But I'm sure there's some other explanation!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
I don't need any of your baseless counterarguments... Have you forgotten? In order to enter the orca pool room, a security card is necessary. A security card that only the victim and Sasha Buckler possessed! Ms. Buckler is the only one who could have caused the victim to fall to his death!
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Wh-What?!
Athena:
No! I don't believe it! Ms. Buckler was so upset by Mr. Shipley's death! She couldn't have done it!
Blackquill:
............Fool Bright. 
Fulbright:
We asked the security company yesterday to check their security card logs. Their report just came in during the recess. The night before the incident, Sasha Buckler used her card to enter the orca pool room. After that, not a single person entered the pool room! Not until the incident was discovered, when Ms. Buckler and the guard ran in.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But no one would commit murder where their card usage was being recorded!
Fulbright:
Apparently, the aquarium employees don't know that their card usage is tracked. What's more, Ms. Buckler was seen arguing with the victim before the incident. So, Ms. Trainer, what were you arguing about?
Buckler:
It was... a private matter... But it wasn't anything I would kill him over! That's ridiculous!
Blackquill:
Ms. Buckler is the only one who entered the room, and she knows how to command Orla. Besides, I thought her suspicious from the very beginning.
Phoenix:
You suspected Ms. Buckler from the start?
Blackquill:
The orca did tricks because someone commanded her to do so. Possibly someone with a heart so black as to make her own partner the murder weapon! The possibility the orca killed the victim... The possibility a human manipulated the orca... I looked into both.
Phoenix:
(So he suspected both Sasha and Orla all along...)
Blackquill:
Hmph... My gratitude to you. After all... ...you were the one who drew out that information about the lifesaver trick. The orca you saved was an unwitting victim. A victim made to look like the weapon that killed Jack Shipley.
Phoenix:
Ungg... N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Fulbright:
All right, come along, then. Let's have a good, long talk...
Buckler:
Wait! I didn't kill the captain! And I would never try to frame Orla! Why would I hurt the ones I love like that?! 
Athena:
Sasha...!
Buckler:
Phoenix! Athena! You gotta believe me! I--
Athena:
Sasha didn't kill him! I believe that with all my heart! There's gotta be something we can do!
Phoenix:
(I feel the same way... Could I have done something differently? But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine things turning out like this!)
Judge:
Hmm... It would appear that this case has taken on an entirely new suspect. But this trial is only concerned with a ruling on the defendant, Ora Shipley. So I'm afraid this concludes today's trial. Court is adjourned!
To Be Continued
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence clearly exposes the witness's lie!
Judge:
It does? In what way...?
Blackquill:
It does indeed expose something... the defense's boneheadedness. There is nothing untoward about that evidence, no matter how you bluster.
Judge:
I agree. There is nothing compelling in that evidence.
Phoenix:
(I'm definitely losing the judge's confidence in me here...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What is your opinion on the witness's statement just now?
Judge:
My opinion? My opinion is that there is nothing wrong with it.
Phoenix:
Oh... This is my first trial in eight years. It looks like I made a little mistake...
Judge:
That is no excuse, Mr. Wright. I should give you eight years' worth of penalties! 
Phoenix:
(It's been eight years. Can't he go easy on me?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement is clearly inconsistent with this evidence, Your Honor!
Blackquill:
I hope you don't think waving your finger about aimlessly... ...is going to help you win this trial!
Judge:
Hmm... I agree. I see nothing inconsistent with that evidence.
Phoenix:
Urk! (I must have the wrong evidence...)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! I think I have something here!
Phoenix:
You sensed something wrong with the testimony?
Athena:
That's right. Let me show you which statement I thought was strange!
Phoenix:
Thanks. That would be a big help! (Then I'll just have to compare the evidence with the statement she shows me!)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, I don't see any inconsistencies in the testimony. This might be a good time to--
Phoenix:
Press for more information? I think you're right. 
Athena:
I just can't help but feel that there's more to this statement than meets the eye.
Phoenix:
(I'll put my faith in Athena and press on that statement, then!)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "What I Saw and What I Heard")
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
When we view your emotions alongside your testimony, we find the unexpected emotion-- (Wait a minute... There really isn't anything strange here.)    
Athena:
I don't know, but I think maybe we made a mistake, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
......I think maybe you're right.
Athena:
Let's take another look! There must be an unexpected emotion here somewhere!
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Ora Shipley...
Guilty
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Athena:
*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*
Trucy:
That was a big sigh, Athena.
Apollo:
Did you... lose the case?
Phoenix:
No, we won. The defendant was found not guilty. 
Apollo:
Huh? Then why are you so dejected?
Trucy:
Daddy... were you being mean to her?
Apollo:
What?! Picking on the new kid? Not cool, Mr. Wright. Not cool...
Phoenix:
Wait a minute! Talk about false accusations! We were able to prove the defendant's innocence... 
Athena:
...But then Sasha got arrested instead. 
Trucy:
So that's what happened. That's too bad... 
Apollo:
So what are you two going to do now?
Phoenix:
...We're going to get to the bottom of this. I don't believe for a second that Sasha did what they're accusing her of. 
Athena:
I-I don't believe it, either! I won't give up! Boss, let's go see Sasha and tell her we want to represent her!
Phoenix:
Right now, I imagine she's still being questioned by the police. Let's get started on the investigation first, and look for proof of her innocence. 
Athena:
Sounds like a plan!
Trucy:
Just leave the office to me and Polly, Daddy.
Apollo:
If there's anything I can do to help, just say the word!
Phoenix:
Thanks. If you could organize the evidence and clean the office, that'd be great. 
Apollo:
...I meant, anything I could do as a lawyer...
Unnecessary evidence given to Apollo.     
Phoenix:
(That takes care of that. Time to head to the scene of the crime!)     
July 21Shipshape Aquarium - Orca Pool
Athena:
Huh? There's no water in this pool. Orlaaa! Where are youuu?
Orla:
...Fweet...
Phoenix:
I can hear her at the bottom of the pool. Maybe there's some water down there. 
Athena:
Orla sounds so sad. Maybe she misses Sasha.
???:
Careful, there! You shouldn't get right up to the edge like that! 
Fulbright:
You don't want to end up like the victim! Besides, the police are still conducting their investigation here. Don't go poking around!
Athena:
Detective Fulbright...! Grrr!
Fulbright:
Is something wrong, Ms. Lawyer? You look angry. 
Athena:
I object to you arresting Ms. Buckler!
Phoenix:
Detective, I'd like to ask you some questions about the case, if you don't mind.
Fulbright:
Go right ahead!
Talk
Why arrest Buckler?
Athena:
Ms. Buckler is one-hundred-percent innocent, so why did you arrest her?!
Fulbright:
I understand your desire to believe in her. But the fact remains that she's suspicious! Right now, there are investigators on the scene, so you can come in as you please... ...but ordinarily, a security card is required to enter this orca pool room. The victim and Sasha Buckler were the only ones who possessed this card. And yesterday, the day of the incident, there's proof the suspect's card was used.
Security Card added to the Court Record.
Athena:
O-Objection! Somebody else could have used Ms. Buckler's card!
Fulbright:
Oh, my! I guess that would be one possible explanation...
Athena:
Hee hee! Didn't I sound just like a lawyer right there?
Phoenix:
...Yeah. (We'd kinda be in trouble if you didn't...)
Fulbright:
Except! The suspect confirmed she entered the room at the time the record states. She said she was here from 3:00 to 6:00 AM on July 20th. Apparently, she was giving the orca pool room a good cleaning.
Phoenix:
Cleaning, in the middle of the night?
Fulbright:
Yes, she said that a lot of the heavy-duty cleaning is done at night. The suspect also admits that she was fighting with the owner before his murder. What's more, nobody saw the victim again after he met with the suspect. 
Athena:
O-Objection...! Um, there must be something I can object to in there somewhere...
Phoenix:
Save your objections for tomorrow's trial.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Fulbright:
So that's your symbol of justice, is it? Well, this is MINE!
Phoenix:
(...Wow. He can whip that badge out pretty fast...) 
Athena:
We can top that! Take THIS! Twin attorney's badges!
Fulbright:
Aaagh! No fair! Two against one!
Athena:
No fair! Your police badge is bigger and flashier!
Fulbright:
What?! You dare to call me... "unfair"?! Me, the very model of justice itself?!
Athena:
Boss! I'd say we won this round!
Phoenix:
Athena, in this battle there are no winners...
Photo of the Body
Fulbright:
The poor victim... It's heart-wrenching! Crime cannot go unpunished!
Phoenix:
We don't want crime to go unpunished, either.
Athena:
But we'll do our utmost to defend our client.
Fulbright:
Hmm. Your form of justice or mine... Which is true justice? I guess we'll see how it plays out.
Athena:
In other words, he doesn't have enough information right now to make up his mind. 
Phoenix:
Thank you for the translation, Athena.
Fish
Fulbright:
Are you trying to bribe me?! What a heinous act! I'll bring justice down upon you!
Phoenix:
This is food for the penguin. I wasn't trying to give it to you. 
Athena:
What kind of a person gives fish as a bribe?!
Fulbright:
Oh, you'd be surprised. All kinds of people try to buy the police's favor... A politician once even sent me some raw meat as a bribe.
Phoenix:
Raw meat? So what did you do with it?
Fulbright:
It goes without saying! I returned it to him, and then I arrested him! The meat was rotten by the time he got it back, though... 
Phoenix:
(Must've been a pretty rotten day for the politician altogether...)
Anything else
Fulbright:
Ha ha ha! I have NOTHING to say about that! If you're lawyers of any mettle, you'll find the answers for yourselves!
Phoenix:
By the way, Detective Fulbright, do you think Ms. Buckler's questioning is over?
Fulbright:
No, not yet. But I told the guy in charge to take it easy on her... 
Athena:
Why? Is something wrong?
Fulbright:
...Oops! Forget I said anything. It doesn't concern you two anyway. 
Phoenix:
But it does concern us. We intend to represent Ms. Buckler. 
Fulbright:
What? You do? In that case, I have a favor to ask. Could you get this medicine to her?
Phoenix:
Medicine...? Looks like a prescription from Hickfield Clinic... (I've spent some time at that hospital, myself.)
Fulbright:
We confiscated it from her home when we were doing a search. I can't get away here, so if you could make sure she gets it, that would be great. 
Athena:
Medicine, huh...? Does Ms. Buckler have some illness?
Fulbright:
Um... I think that's the kind of question you'd better ask her. In justice we trust! Now I need to get back to the investigation.
Prescription Bag added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
We can give it to her as soon as they let us talk to her. (And we have to return her calendar to her as well. If we can't see Sasha or investigate, we should question people at the aquarium...)
Present
Prescription Bag
Fulbright:
Please give that to Sasha Buckler! It's very important that she has it!
Athena:
You're pretty considerate, aren't you, even to a suspect.
Fulbright:
Of course! I treat everyone justly and fairly, no matter who they are!
Phoenix:
In that case, you'll share the prosecution's information with us, right? It's only fair.
Fulbright:
Hmm. You've got a point there, but... Hmmmmmmmm... Quite the pickle...
Athena:
...His heart is filled with confusion. I don't think we'll get him to listen now.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I didn't really think that was going to work...
Wright Anything Agency:
Talk
What to do
Trucy:
So Sasha Buckler got arrested, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Do you know Sasha?
Trucy:
One of my magician friends told me about her. He said she was a great performer. He said she was like a different person when she gets on stage. 
Phoenix:
Yeah, well... she does wear a mustache during her act...
Trucy:
What? A mustache? Maybe I should wear a mustache, too. Or cat whiskers...
Phoenix:
Well, if you think that will help your act, I say go for it.
Any ideas?
Trucy:
Remember, investigation and questioning people are a lawyer's two main tools! Even if you've already checked a place, you might find something new if you look again. 
Phoenix:
Well, listen to you! You sound like a regular little lawyer lady all of a sudden. 
Trucy:
Well, you haven't worked as a lawyer for a long time. I'm worried about you! It's just like magic. If you don't keep practicing, you get rusty.
Athena:
You have a good point there, Trucy. So we lawyers have to keep mowing the prosecutors down, to stay sharp?
Phoenix:
I guess that's one way of putting it.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Trucy:
Congratulations on your big comeback, Daddy! You look sharp in your suit! ...But I'm a little sad, too. Now I'm the only entertainer left in our agency...
Phoenix:
That's not true. We still have Apollo.
Athena:
I bet Apollo could be a first-rate talent in no time!
Trucy:
Oh, you're right! He'd be great as my magician's assistant, for example.
Phoenix:
Yeah, we're all basically entertainers here when we don't have a legal case to work on.
Athena:
R-Really?! I'd better start working on an act, then!
Phoenix:
(I was just kidding.)
Swashbuckler Flyer or Swashbuckler Video
Trucy:
That Swashbuckler Spectacular at Shipshape Aquarium is my number-one competition!
Phoenix:
Oh, is it, now?
Trucy:
They talk about that show a lot at the Wonder Bar. I've been studying up on their format, you know. 
Phoenix:
I think your magic show is pretty great just as it is. 
Trucy:
Thanks, Daddy! But I'd like to do an underwater magic show someday, too. For example, I'd love to do one of those underwater escape acts!
Phoenix:
Absolutely not! Too dangerous!
Fish
Trucy:
You want me to do that magic trick where I instantly turn a whole fish into just bones?
Phoenix:
You mean that "magic trick" where you EAT the fish?
Trucy:
How about the trick where I turn a fish into a dish?
Phoenix:
Now you're just rhyming words. 
Trucy:
I can turn a fish into a fist, too!
Phoenix:
...I'm starting to wonder how far you're going to run with this one. 
Trucy:
There are unlimited possibilities when it comes to my Magic Panties trick!
Anything else
Trucy:
Ooh! Did you buy that for me to do a magic trick with?!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but this is evidence. I'll have Apollo buy you something instead.
Aqua Tunnel or Pub O' Danger (before talking to Fulbright):
Talk
What to do
Athena:
I can't believe it! Just when we prove Orla innocent, Sasha gets arrested! I'll never forgive that Prosecutor Blackquill and Detective Fulbright! This stress on my heart is just too much!
Phoenix:
(Poor Athena. She's really upset...) We'd better do some more investigating if we want to save Sasha. Let's check the orca pool room again and question everybody involved.
Athena:
Gee, Mr. Wright! You sure know how to stay calm in a crisis! I can top that! LOOK HOW CALM I CAN BE!
Phoenix:
(Yes, the very definition of "calm," I'd say...) Good for you. Now let's get back to the investigation.
Any ideas?
Athena:
I had a thought. How about if I try getting on Taka's good side? Then maybe he wouldn't attack when that awful Prosecutor Blackquill told him to!
Phoenix:
(Not sure it's that simple, but, anyway...) How are you going to get on his good side?
Athena:
Well, if I made myself smell like meat, he'd start to like me! The way to a bird's heart is through his nose, right?
Phoenix:
I'd rather you didn't smell like meat while you were standing next to me at the bench.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Athena:
I'm so glad you got your attorney's badge back, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Me too. I guess I was always meant to be a lawyer. I'm going to polish it up, shinier than it's ever been!
Athena:
I can top that! I'm going to polish mine until the finish comes off!
Phoenix:
Never mind. You win.
Swashbuckler Flyer or Swashbuckler Video
Athena:
Ooh, the Swashbuckler Spectacular is so exciting! I could watch it a hundred times! The fierce fighting, the graceful moves! Oh, Orla and Sasha are so cool!
Phoenix:
If you love the show so much, why don't you try auditioning to be in it?
Athena:
Hey, I know! The whole office could be in it together! We could be the "Anything Pirate Band"! You know, from the name of the agency!
Phoenix:
Sounds like a pretty pathetic pirate band to me. 
Athena:
What are you talking about?! It sounds cutthroat! It means we'd do "anything" to get our hands on treasure! Anything, no matter how brutal!
Phoenix:
Yikes. We're a brutal pirate band?!
Whistle
Athena:
Phwiiiiip! Phwiiip, phwiiip!
Phoenix:
I didn't ask if you could blow it. It's such a weird whistle, anyway. It doesn't even make a proper "whistle" sound.
Athena:
Most people can't hear it, but I think I can hear it a little bit. It's like a message that only Orla's heart can receive! Aw, that's so sweet!
Phoenix:
It's the same idea as a dog whistle, so I wonder if dogs can hear it, too?
Athena:
Grr! Now you ruined it! You don't know anything about girls, do you?
Fish
Athena:
Ugh. That smells awful! Please keep it away from me!
Phoenix:
But you're the one who wanted it. Why do I have to carry it?
Athena:
Orla sure eats a lot, doesn't she? I used to eat a lot when I was a kid. Took lots of naps, too!
Phoenix:
And you still take lots of naps, right here at the office.
Athena:
What?! You knew about that?! I-It's this new thing I'm trying out! Um... sleep learning! Yeah, that's the ticket!
Phoenix:
(Not buying it.)
"The Killer Killer Whale"
Athena:
It's just horrible! How could Ms. DePlume write such mean things about Orla?! This awful book made the judge doubt her innocence!
Phoenix:
Especially since he's a fan of Ms. DePlume's work. 
Athena:
I read the book, too, you know... I hate to admit it, but it's a real page-turner. It really brought the scenes to life. Ms. DePlume is a powerful writer. She knows how to capture the reader's imagination. ...Maybe I'll ask her to sign the book for me.
Phoenix:
Well, what do you know. Looks like you really DID become a fan.
Anything else
Athena:
Oh, I get it. Your current state of mind is: "Gather all the information we can get." But let's concentrate on USEFUL information from now on, okay, Boss?
July 21Shipshape Aquarium - Pub O' Danger
Athena:
Huh? That door is open. It was closed yesterday.
Phoenix:   
Well, you know what we have to do, right?
Athena:
Of course, Boss! We sneak in and check it out! 
???:
Hey, you two! Who barges into a person's lab without permission?!
Athena:
Eeek! We're sorry!
Phoenix:
My apologies, sir. She insisted... 
Athena:
Don't throw me under the bus, Mr. Wright!
???:
The polite thing to do is nock and ask if you can come in! Now, start over!   
Athena:
Y-Yes, siiir!
*knock, knock*
???:
Come in.
Athena:
Thank you! Sorry to bother you!
???:
Now, what can I do for you? Medical problems?
Athena:
Um, well, yes... I'm not feeling super good at the moment... We're not making any progress on this murder investigation, and--
???:
...Hey, Miss? Where is the patient? Don't you have your pet with you? ...Oh, wait a minute. That was my last job. This is the aquarium... I was exhausted from all that questioning... I must've fallen asleep.
Phoenix:
(Wh-What's with this guy...?)
???:
...My apologies. I just woke up, and I was a little groggy. 
Crab:
I'm Dr. Herman Crab. I'm Shipshape Aquarium's resident veterinarian. 
Athena:
Oh! You're the "Dr. Crab" Mr. Rimes mentioned yesterday!
Phoenix:
(And Rimes also mentioned he hadn't seen Dr. Crab around... I wonder where he was?) 
Crab:
...Son of a gun. This little thing doesn't let me get any sleep.
???:
*peep!* *peep, peep, peep!*
Athena:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw! What a cute little thing! Who is it?
Crab:
A penguin chick, a member of the Little Penguin species. She lives in my hair. 
Athena:
Oh, you're so lucky! I wish I had a pet to live in my hair!
Phoenix:
Athena, no pets allowed in my office. 
Athena:
Aww, you're no fun... 
Crab:
If you two don't have any particular business with me, please leave. I have to get ready to make my rounds. ...Back in you go, little one. 
Phoenix:
Wait! We'd like to ask you a few questions, to save Ms. Buckler!
Crab:
Hold on... Don't tell me you're the curious pair who defended Orla?
Phoenix:
That's right. Please let us ask you a little about the case.
Talk
Herman Crab
Phoenix:
Dr. Crab, were you gone from the aquarium yesterday?
Crab:
That's right. I had some minor business at the Supermarine Aquarium.
Phoenix:
"S-Supermarine"? That's a funny name for an aquarium.
Athena:
The Supermarine Aquarium is the nation's biggest dolphin therapy treatment center! I go there, myself. I'm friends with their dolphins!
Phoenix:
You and Apollo were talking about animal-assisted therapy yesterday, weren't you?
Crab:
I go to the Supermarine once a month, but I live here, of course.
Phoenix:
You LIVE here at the aquarium?!
Crab:
That's right. I have a sleeping bag here, and sometimes I use the nap room. I'm responsible for the health and well-being of all the marine creatures here. If any of them have a sudden medical emergency, I'll be here to help them.
Athena:
Wow. You're kind of rough around the edges, Dr. Crab, but you care about your work!
Crab:
...Hey, buddy? Is this young lady trying to pick a fight with me?
Phoenix:
...I apologize for her, sir. She tends to be too honest. 
Crab:
Well, you're no paragon of politeness either, apparently.
The penguin chick
Athena:
Can we see the penguin chick again?!
Crab:
Stop! Don't come any closer!
???:
*peeeeeeep!*
Athena:
OWWWWW!
Crab:
I'm sorry she attacked you. She doesn't like anyone but me, I'm afraid. I was the first one she saw when she hatched, so she thinks I'm her parent. She targets people from my hair, so please be careful. 
Phoenix:
She's just like a little sniper, isn't she?
Crab:
Exactly. That's why I named her "Sniper." Her mother's name is "Rifle."
Phoenix:
("Sniper" and "Rifle," huh? What a dangerous-sounding mother and daughter.)
Athena:
So this is Rifle's daughter! ...Which means both mother and daughter now hate me. 
Crab:
Little Penguins are generally belligerent little creatures. It's hard to get them to warm up. But they're nocturnal, so you might be able to touch them during the day.
Phoenix:
You and Sniper get along well, don't you? Just like Sasha and Orla. 
Crab:
But unlike Sniper and me, the two of them seem to truly understand one another. This one keeps me awake every night! Looks like I won't sleep until she leaves the nest. 
Phoenix:
(It must be rough for him... but it's pretty cute to watch for us...)
About the murder
Phoenix:
Can you tell me anything about Jack Shipley's murder?
Crab:
Gah! ...I still can't believe Jack is gone... He's the one who brought me on board. How could he up and die on me?!
Athena:
Did you and Mr. Shipley get along?
Crab:
He loved all animals and fish, but I'm not like that. ...But I still took pride in my work as a vet, nonetheless. We got along well enough as business associates. And it's thanks to him my laboratory is what it is today. 
Phoenix:
It IS a pretty amazing laboratory. 
Crab:
Ah, you have discerning taste, I see. I could tell you more about my lab, if you'd like.
Dr. Crab's lab (appears after "About the murder")
Athena:
This place is just filled with electronics! What are those monitors for?
Crab:
Essentially, they're digital medical records for all the creatures here. I can also view the feed from the visitor's corridor security camera here. That way, I can see that silly mother penguin when she tries to escape.
Phoenix:
So you were the one who gave this security footage to the police?
Crab:
No, I wasn't here yesterday, but I did give my permission for them to take it. And I gave them a statement about Jack and Sasha arguing. 
Athena:
Oh! So you were the one who witnessed it?
Crab:
That's right. It was late in the evening of the 19th, maybe about midnight. I saw them fighting near the Aqua Tunnel. I don't know what their argument was about, though. 
Phoenix:
Are you sure you should be talking to us about this?
Crab:
I'm not taking sides. I'll give information to anyone who wants it. What you do with that information at Sasha's trial is up to you. 
Athena:
Wow. You're kind of rough around the edges, Dr. Crab, but you're a pretty nice guy!
Crab:
Hmph! You ARE trying to pick a fight, aren't you, young lady?!
Athena:
Aww, isn't that cute! He's easily embarrassed!
Present
Photo of the Body or Shipley's Autopsy Report
Crab:
Son of a gun! How could you die before fulfilling your promise to me?!
Phoenix:
Mr. Shipley promised you something?
Crab:
He promised he would make Shipshape Aquarium the greatest aquarium in the world. It was because of that promise that I agreed to become the resident vet here. 
Athena:
So you were just a regular veterinarian before this?
Crab:
That's right. Big or small, there is no living creature I cannot treat! Would you like me to examine you?
Athena:
What?! You can treat people, too? You're amazing, Dr. Crab! 
Crab:
...I was joking, of course. Ooh, you walked right into that one!
Athena:
GRRRRRRRRRRR! You're awful, Dr. Crab!
Phoenix:
(Okay, so that makes him... amazingly awful...?)
Anything else
Crab:
Hmm? Don't waste my time with useless nonsense. I'm sleepy, I tell you!
Phoenix:
(He won't even glance at it.)
Sniper:
*peep*... *peep, peep, peep!*
Crab:
Huh? Son of a gun. Are you hungry again already? And that silly mother penguin's nowhere to be found again...
Sniper:
*peep* *peep, peep, peep!*
Crab:
Gaaaaagh! Would you quit peeping in my ear?! According to her walkie-talkie, Rifle is somewhere around the Aqua Tunnel. If you see her, could you bring her to me? I have to go examine some other creatures...
Athena:
No sweat! And this time, I'll get her to like me, too!
Phoenix:
(Rifle has escaped again? What is she, she the Houdini of the penguin world?) There's no guarantee we'll find her right away but let's head for the Aqua Tunnel.
July 21Shipshape Aquarium - Aqua Tunnel
DePlume:
Aaaaagh! It's you two! The blue and yellow duo! I'm very angry about what you did this morning!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. We ran into the sea lion before our penguin...)
DePlume:
I write the truth. And I will find the truth with my own eyes! I won't be bested by the likes of the blue and yellow duo!
Phoenix:
(When did we become the "blue and yellow duo"...?)
Widget:
Athena will never give up!
Phoenix:
In that case, I'll leave the questioning to you, Athena.
Athena:
Thanks a lot, Widget. Well, at least she's a worthy adversary! Okay! Let's do this!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. You'll do great! (You know, being the boss isn't half bad.)
Talk
Last year's scoop
Athena:
Have you been gathering material about last year's incident ever since?
DePlume:
That is correct. An acquaintance of the victim asked me to look into it, you see. 
Phoenix:
An acquaintance of the victim? 
DePlume:
I refuse to divulge any information about my clients. The aquarium is saying it was an accident, but I don't believe that's the truth. It seems to me they're all hiding something -- every last one of them! The only thing I can think is that the killer whale murdered that poor girl. 
Athena:
But you don't even know if that's true or not! 
DePlume:
That's enough out of you, yellow girl! As I said, I'm still investigating the matter... Once I learn the truth, I plan to write a sequel to this book.
Phoenix:
(She's completely taken with her "investigation"...)
DePlume:
I came to make a report on the anniversary of the previous trainer's death... ...only to find the aquarium owner murdered! I was deeply shocked.
Phoenix:
(So this incident happened on the exact same date as the last one...? It can't be a coincidence... Anyway, we'd better ask Ms. DePlume about today's trial.)
Today's trial (appears after "Last year's scoop")
Athena:
So you heard Orla singing, and that's when you realized something was happening?
DePlume:
Correct! ...Ooh, it's all so galling! I still can't believe the culprit used ME, Norma DePlume! In any case, I swear that killer whale song brings misfortune. First last year, now again...
Athena:
A fun song like that?! How could it bring misfortune to anyone?!
DePlume:
You think that barbaric song is "fun"? I'll never understand the tastes of children...
Phoenix:
...I don't remember that Swashbuckler Spectacular song being all that "barbaric"...
DePlume:
Well, if you don't remember it, I will gladly sing it for you!
Anime cutscene
DePlume:
Avast, mateys! Landlubbers, ho!
Hand o'er all yer gold!
Pillage, plunder, then feast like kings!
Them's the joys of pirating!
DePlume:
...That's how it goes. Now, what is "fun" about those lyrics, pray tell?
Phoenix:
(She seemed to be enjoying it well enough...)
Athena:
Wait a minute! That isn't the Swashbuckler Spectacular song! THIS is the song from the Swashbuckler Spectacular!
Anime cutscene
Athena:
Oh we be pirates. We love to sail the seven seas.
Just a bunch o' scallywags who are as free as free can be.
We swim through storms and waves, all because, you see...
Grand treasure and adventure's waitin' just for me!
DePlume:
............What was that? I've never heard that song before.
Athena:
What? It's the song they use in the Swashbuckler Spectacular!
We be pirates. We love to sail the seven seas.
Just a bunch o' scallywags who are as free as free can be.
We swim through storms and waves, all because, you see...
Grand treasure and adventure's waitin' just for me!
DePlume:
But that can't be! It's completely different from the song a year ago!
Avast, mateys! Landlubbers, ho!
Hand o'er all yer gold!
Pillage, plunder, then feast like kings!
Them's the joys of pirating!
Unless you show me some proof, I won't believe your song is right!
Athena:
Grr! She's so stubborn!
Phoenix:
Well, if it's proof she wants, it's proof she'll get of the Swashbuckler Spectacular song.
Present
Swashbuckler Flyer
DePlume:
A Swashbuckler flyer? I have more than enough of those already. Do you have any idea how many times I've visited this aquarium?!
Phoenix:
(Hey, what are you yelling at me for?) Don't you ever get tired of coming here?
DePlume:
Hmph! You obviously don't know anything about Shipshape Aquarium. They feature different marine creatures each month, so visitors never get bored.
Athena:
So you're a fan of Shipshape Aquarium, like me?
DePlume:
Oh, please! I'm here to gather information-- the fundamental work of a great writer. But I don't suppose that's something you common folk would understand...
Athena:
Grr! That woman makes me so mad! 
Phoenix:
Now, now. Why don't we "common folk" just get back to our investigation?
Security Footage
DePlume:
Don't thrust that under my nose! I won't watch it!
Phoenix:
Are you usually pretty photogenic, Ms. DePlume?
DePlume:
Of course I am! I've been compared to a movie star! It's little wonder, with my perfect makeup and stylish figure. Wouldn't you agree?
Phoenix:
(She wants me to agree?!) Let's get a woman's opinion on this one.
Athena:
What? You're asking me?! Well, uh, let's see. I DO think you're very pretty, Ms. DePlume.
DePlume:
Hmm? I get the distinct impression your words are full of hidden meaning...
Athena:
Well... I wouldn't say "full" so much as "full-figured"...
Phoenix:
A-Athena! I'd stop right there if I were you.
Swashbuckler Video (after talking about "Today's trial")
Leads to:
"This recording contains the Swashbuckler Spectacular song."
"The Killer Killer Whale"
DePlume:
If it's an autograph you want, I give them out to anyone, no matter who it is. But make sure you've read the entire book before you ask. After all, the worth of a book is not who the writer is or what the cover looks like.
Phoenix:
(Huh. That actually made sense.) ...I'll be sure to read it.
Athena:
I read it! I hate to admit it, but I thought it was very well-written.
DePlume:
Well, well, yellow girl. I just might have to learn your name.
Athena:
Really?! It's Athena Cykes!
DePlume:
I simply wrote "to banana girl" when I signed your book. Because of the yellow, you see.
Athena:
"B-Banana girl"?! That's the worst one yet!
Phoenix:
So, do you regret being a fan now?
Anything else
DePlume:
I have no interest in looking at meaningless trifles. As a matter of fact, I have no interest in looking at you, blue boy. 
Phoenix:
(What, so now I'm a "meaningless trifle," too?)
Phoenix:
This recording contains the Swashbuckler Spectacular song. In it, you can see Ms. Buckler and Orla singing together.
Orla:
Fwe fwe fweet. Fwe fwe fwe fweeet!
Fwe fwe fwe fweet fwe fwe fweet!
Buckler:
We swim through storms and waves, all because, you see...
Grand treasure and adventure's waitin' just for me!
DePlume:
! B-But I've never heard this song before!
Athena:
Huh? But they always sing this song during the Swashbuckler Spectacular... 
DePlume:
Well, I haven't seen the show recently... A year ago, they used the song that I sang to you. I'd recognize it anywhere! Perhaps that killer whale can sing two songs?
Phoenix:
According to Ms. Buckler, Orla only knows one song.
DePlume:
Then... what was that song that I heard...? 
Athena:
We wish we knew... 
Phoenix:
(The orca sang a song she isn't supposed to know how to sing...?)
Swashbuckler Video updated in the Court Record.
DePlume:
It's obvious I have a lot more investigating to do on Shipshape Aquarium. And perhaps I'd better look into the Center for Dangerous Animal Control as well... 
Phoenix:
(The Center for Dangerous Animal Control? What's that?)
Talk
Dangerous Animal Control
Phoenix:
Can you tell us about this "Center for Dangerous Animal Control"?
DePlume:
Just as the name implies, it's an organization that monitors dangerous animals. The center demanded that the aquarium put the killer whale down a year ago.
Athena:
P-Put her down?!
DePlume:
But the aquarium owner refused their demand, saying it was an accidental death. But I hardly think a persistent organization like that would just give up and go away. I'm quite sure the power of money helped convince them!
Phoenix:
What makes you think that?
DePlume:
Once a month, the owner and the vet disappear from this aquarium. And I came to find out that, each time, a large amount of money was being paid out!
Athena:
Oh! And you think the money was going to this Center for Dangerous Animal Control?
DePlume:
...I'm looking into it now. You'll have to wait until my book comes out to see! In any case, I can't catch that man out on anything... ...but that veterinarian is not to be trusted.
Phoenix:
(Dr. Herman Crab... There's still so much we don't know about him...)
Athena:
Well, I don't see Rifle here. What do you want to do next? 
Phoenix:
I think we'd better stop by the office and discuss a plan of action.
Present
Swashbuckler Video
DePlume:
I can't believe it! A song I've never heard before... Of course, I haven't seen the show since the incident a year ago...
Phoenix:
Why not?
DePlume:
Because the owner was in the show, and I thought it best he didn't see me. I've been banned from the aquarium, after all. 
Athena:
Being able to say that with your head held high proves you're somebody who matters!
Phoenix:
(And being able to say that right in front of somebody proves you're a newbie, Athena.)
July 21Wright Anything Agency
Trucy:
3, 2, 1...... Ta-da!
Pearl:
Wow! You pulled Mr. Nick's cell phone from your Magic Panties! That's Amazing!
Trucy:
Hee hee. That's all for Trucy's magic show! Come back and see me next time!
Apollo:
Great job, Trucy. You never fail to impress. I have no idea how you did that, either.
Phoenix:
We're back... Oh, Pearls! Stopping by for a visit?
Pearl:
Hee hee. Hello, Mr. Nick. Are you missing something...?
Phoenix:
Uh, thanks... (From out of the ol' Magic Panties, huh...)
Apollo:
How is the investigation going, Mr. Wright?
Talk
The investigation
Phoenix:
We don't have much time, but we didn't get a chance to check out the crime scene yet.
Apollo:
I see...
Trucy:
Oh! Speaking of checking out the crime scene, Daddy... You should bring your forensics kit with you! Fingerprint powder to check for prints, and luminol testing fluid to look for blood!
Athena:
Wow, Trucy! I didn't know you had stuff like that, too!
Trucy:
Hee hee! I got them from a detective friend of mine.
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! I'd like to help you with your investigation! Can I borrow your forensicking kit?  
Phoenix:
I feel bad making you work when you're supposed to be here having fun.
Pearl:
I don't mind. And I'd like to see Rifle again, too.
Apollo:
If you have anything for me to do, I'd like to help, too. 
Phoenix:
Yeah? Thanks. I'll be sure to ask you if anything comes up, then.
Apollo:
Well, I'll be right here... hanging around watering Charley... if you think of anything!
Phoenix:
Ha ha. I appreciate that, Apollo. (I've got some good kids, here.) 
Leads to:
"All right, team, let's do our best!"
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
The return of a legendary lawyer! It's kind of exciting.
Phoenix:
("Kind of"?) So how do I look with it?
Apollo:
Wow! You present that thing like a real pro! You must've done it a thousand times.
Phoenix:
It never really seems like enough to just have it pinned to my lapel, for some reason.
Apollo:
I get wanting to show it off. When I first became a lawyer, I flashed that badge left and right!
Phoenix:
(Uh, you still do that, actually.)
Whistle
Apollo:
What's this? Something you wear around your neck?
Phoenix:
It's a whistle they use to make the orca do her tricks.
Athena:
If I blow it at you, will you do a trick?
Apollo:
What am I, some kind of circus animal to you two?
Phoenix:
Well, you ARE one of the talents here at our Wright Anything Agency, after all. The least you could do is learn a trick or two.
Apollo:
Need I remind I'm a lawyer?! Besides, Athena doesn't know any tricks!
Athena:
Hee hee! That's what YOU think! I've got a special trick I've been waiting to bust out. I can chug an entire glass of OJ without taking a breath, all while doing squats!
Apollo:
Well... that's, uh, really something, Athena...
Phoenix:
(I don't think I want to see Athena do squats...)
Fish
Phoenix:
Hey, Apollo. Think you could whip us up a little meal with these?
Apollo:
Fish? I haven't had fish for a while, come to think of it... ...The obvious question, though, is "What are you doing with a bunch of raw fish?!"
Athena:
It's to feed the penguin with!
Apollo:
Penguin?! So why are you giving it to me to cook?!
Phoenix:
Oh, I dunno. I just happened to think of it, and I was hungry.
Apollo:
Then why don't we all go out for sushi when you wrap up the investigation?
Athena:
Oh, you're going to treat us?! How sweet of you! I'll start with tuna!
Phoenix:
That's really generous of you, Apollo. Don't forget to invite Trucy, too.
Apollo:
...Why did I even open my mouth?
Swashbuckler Video
Apollo:
Athena already made me watch it so many times, I remember the whole show. 
Phoenix:
When this case is over, we should go see the show live. 
Apollo:
I bet Trucy would like it.
Athena:
Gee, I sure would like to see a head-to-head between Sasha and Trucy!
Apollo:
Magician versus pirate, huh? That would be one wild show, I bet. 
Athena:
And we could join the fray as a band of lawyers! Right, Boss?
Phoenix:
That would be even wilder than a day in court, I bet...
Anything else
Apollo:
Evidence...? Does this mean you want me at the defense's bench in court?!
Phoenix:
No. I just wanted to see what you think.
Apollo:
Oh. Darn... In that case, I don't think you want to hear what I think.
Phoenix:
All right, team, let's do our best! I have faith we can save Sasha all together. 
Athena:
It sure feels nice to be part of a great group like this! I just want to say that I really love working here, with all of you fabulous people. Thank you for bringing me aboard, Boss!
Phoenix:
S-Same here, Athena. (She's so earnest, she's making me blush.)
Athena:
Okay! Let's all run over to the aquarium!
Pearl:
I hope I can be of some use with the forensicking kit! 
Phoenix:
H-Hey, wait up, you two! (They left without me...)
July 21Shipshape Aquarium - Orca Pool
Fulbright:
In justice we trust! Good timing! We're done with the crime scene for now... ...and we're just about to examine the show stage. Marlon Rimes helped with the cleaning, so we've got to go talk with him.
Phoenix:
(...I thought he'd be more tight-lipped than this, but hey...)
Fulbright:
You're welcome to look around here now, if you'd like!
Phoenix:
Thank you. I think we'll do just that.
Fulbright:
Oh, by the way... If you want to examine the bottom of the pool... ...I recommend using that hoist over by the ladder to get down there.
Phoenix:
(That crane-like thing hanging from the ceiling, right? Got it.) 
Fulbright:
Just stand on the ladder platform, and the police guard will operate it for you. 
Phoenix:
Thanks. (Why couldn't the pool be less deep...?)
Fulbright:
Well, good luck to us both! In justice we trust!
Athena:
Now that Detective Fulbright's gone, we can do anything we want here!
Phoenix:
The guard is still here, so keep your voice down when you say stuff like that, Athena...
Examine
Pirate flag
Athena:
So Orla pulled this pirate flag and made the stuff fall down, huh?
Phoenix:
Hey. Doesn't this pirate flag look like a transport stretcher to you? And judging by the size, it's probably for Orla. 
Athena:
Hey, you're right. There are holes for her flippers, too. 
Phoenix:
But that pirate flag design... Mr. Shipley sure was into the whole "pirate" thing. 
Athena:
We need to get serious about the whole "lawyer" thing, too. We can't let Prosecutor Blackquill outdo us!
Pool
Phoenix:
It looks like the water was drained for the police investigation. It seems kind of... sad, somehow, without the water.
Athena:
When something that was there before is suddenly gone, it has a psychological effect. Like, for example, if all the magic props in the office were suddenly put away neatly. 
Phoenix:
I don't think that's ever gonna happen as long as Trucy continues to practice magic.
Athena:
Well, she might not always be interested in magic, you know. She's at the age when young women start to worry about their future. The same thing happened to me, and I ended up becoming a lawyer.
Phoenix:
(I'm pretty sure Trucy will always be interested in magic.)
Octopus
Athena:
One of the giant octopus's legs has been broken off. 
Phoenix:
Orla's spikes sure can do a lot of damage. Mr. Shipley must've been really strong to be able to return those hits.
Athena:
I'm pretty amazing, myself, when it comes to strength! I run every day, and I go mountain climbing, too! I bet I could return Orla's spike... Well, I'll be able to someday, anyway!
Phoenix:
Do you really have to turn every little thing into a competition?
Backdrop
Phoenix:
A setting sun... Sunsets always remind me how quickly the day goes by...
Athena:
Oh, Boss! It's just a painted backdrop, you know!
Phoenix:
Down, Athena. Of course I know. I guess they use it for the Swashbuckler Spectacular.
Athena:
It looks handmade. Ooh, I just got an idea! Why don't we make our own "not guilty" backdrop?
Phoenix:
And present it to the judge when things aren't going our way?
Athena:
No, we put psychological pressure on the judge by hanging it behind the defendant!
Phoenix:
I... almost want to see how the judge would respond to that...
Hoist
Athena:
Yesterday, I asked around about this orca pool room, you know. They said that this hoist is used to move equipment and even Orla herself. 
Phoenix:
How do they move Orla?
Athena:
Hee hee! I thought you'd ask that! Apparently, they use a stretcher made especially for an orca.
Phoenix:
...Well, what do you know. (Athena looks pleased with herself.)
Hoop or piece of meat
Phoenix:
There's a piece of meat and a plastic hoop suspended from the ceiling. Talk about a clashy décor.
Athena:
I guess Orla really likes meat. Who knew they fed her such huge chunks, though.
Phoenix:
Uh, all orcas are carnivores. You knew that, right?
Athena:
Of course, silly! And I love meat, too! Protein is your body's basic building block, after all!
Phoenix:
But that meat is made out of rubber. I doubt Orla could really eat it, even if she wanted to.
Athena:
You mean to tell me she jumps all the way up there and doesn't get her reward? The poor girl! After all that effort!
Phoenix:
I don't think Orla is as dumb as you think she is...
Door
Phoenix:
Only the victim and Sasha had security cards for this door. And Sasha was the only one who had entered the room up until the time of discovery.
Athena:
Hmm... It won't be easy, but we can do this! Kein Problem! Sasha was devastated by Mr. Shipley's death. That means the true culprit has to be somebody else. So, chin up, Boss! Onward and upward!
Phoenix:
(As the boss, shouldn't I be the one giving her a pep talk?)
Shark cannon
Athena:
Hey, there's a cannon in the shape of a shark! I'd love to try firing that thing! Boom!
Phoenix:
Are these cannonballs supposed to look like fish eggs or something...?
Athena:
Hm? But why fish eggs? Why not baby sharks? Think about how crazy it would be to have sharks go flying through the air! Watch the thrilling life-or-death struggle as the little tykes fight to stay alive out of water! I can see it now! The drama! The mayhem! The whirlwind of teeth!
Phoenix:
(A tornado of sharks? Not even Hollywood could conjure up something that insane.)
Control panel
Phoenix:
Looks like the control panel for that crane apparatus. There sure are a lot of buttons...
Athena:
When I see this many buttons, I start to get fidgety.
Phoenix:
I know what you mean. You start itching to push them, right?
Athena:
Nah, I start itching to make a psychological study of people who want to push buttons!
Phoenix:
...Need I remind you that I'm your boss, not your guinea pig?
Outline
Athena:
The victim fell to his death and was kept down at the bottom of the pool. But Orla brought him up to the edge of the pool with her lifesaver trick.
Phoenix:
I wonder if Orla was actually trying to save him? I'm convinced she knocked down the equipment to call for help, too.
Athena:
Yeah, I bet that's what really happened. Because she loved him...
Ladder
Phoenix:
(Let's use the hoist to go down to the bottom of the pool...)
Orla
Phoenix:
This must be Orla's bedroom. There's even a sofa and everything.
Athena:
Orla! Congratulations on your "not guilty" verdict! But... we have bad news... Now Sasha has been arrested instead.
Orla:
Fweeeeet...
Phoenix:
Orla seems sad.
Athena:
I'm sure she is. I can sense the sadness filling her heart. Don't worry, Orla! We'll save Sasha!
Orla:
Fweet, fweet!
Athena:
I think Orla's wishing us good luck!
Phoenix:
Orla really seems to understand what we're saying.
Athena:
She can't understand our words, but I bet she can understand our hearts.
Treasure
Athena:
Wow! Look at all that treasure! Those jewels and that crown are huge!
Phoenix:
They sure are. I guess everything is size "large" around here. 
Athena:
No, everything is size "Orla."
Phoenix:
(I stand corrected.)
Skull rock or compass or map
Athena:
A map, a compass... and a spooky, skull-shaped rock! Orla's room is filled with pirate pizzazz!
Phoenix:
But that skull rock seems out of place. It doesn't go with the other things...
Athena:
Yeah, it does seem pretty weird to have a big skull rock next to your desk... 
Phoenix:
Maybe Sasha wasn't finished arranging the set?
Athena:
When it comes to Orla, Sasha doesn't seem like the type to leave something half done... Her state of mind when she put it there... That could be the key to this mystery! And I bet it's a mystery I can solve! 
Phoenix:
Never mind that mystery. Let's get back to the investigation.
Lantern
Athena:
They called this the "Captain's Cabin" on TV! Every night, by the light of the lantern, Orla pores over her treasures. 
Phoenix:
Hmm... Sounds more like a miserly housewife going over the family finances...
Anything else
Phoenix:
(Nothing special here.)
Pearl:
Is this a good time to get started, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
Huh? Started with what?
Pearl:
This is the crime scene, right? So this should be the perfect place to start forensicking!
Phoenix: 
(She wants to use the forensics kit so badly, she's practically beaming.) Okay, let's do it. Forensicking, it is!
Pearl:
Hooray! I get to help! 
Phoenix:
All right. We'll need these...
Athena:
Um... what's with the glasses, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
It's not like they're a fashion statement! We need them to see if there's any blood! All right, Pearls. You spray the luminol wherever I need it, okay?
Pearl:
Got it, Mr. Nick! I won't miss an inch!
Phoenix:
Got your glasses on, everybody...? Good. Now to check out the bottom of the pool.
Spray Luminol
On Orla
Pearl:
Oh no! I'm so sorry! I got some on Orla by mistake!
Athena:
Calm down, Pearly! It's okay!
Phoenix:
Look! There are luminol reactions on Orla, too.
Athena:
The poor thing was bleeding yesterday... The luminol must be showing her injuries.
Phoenix:
But wait a minute. Ms. DePlume said the blood disappeared when Orla put on her hat. 
Athena:
Huh? So shouldn't her injuries be under her hat?
Phoenix:
(If this blood isn't from Orla's injuries, then what could it be?)
On Orla (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
There are luminol reactions on Orla, too.
Athena:
The poor thing was bleeding yesterday... The luminol must be showing her injuries.
Phoenix:
But wait a minute. Ms. DePlume said the blood disappeared when Orla put on her hat. 
Athena:
Huh? So shouldn't her injuries be under her hat?
Phoenix:
(If this blood isn't from Orla's injuries, then what could it be?)
On skull rock
Pearl:
Look! I see something!
Athena:
If your deductions are correct, Boss, I guess this luminol reaction means... ...that the victim hit this skull-shaped rock when he fell to his death...
Phoenix:
I guess so.
Skull Rock added to the Court Record.
On skull rock (subsequent times)
Athena:
If your deductions are correct, Boss, I guess this luminol reaction means... ...that the victim hit this skull-shaped rock when he fell to his death...
Phoenix:
I guess so. The luminol doesn't lie, after all.
Phoenix:
I guess that's about it for inside the pool.
Athena:
Then let me just get a quick photo to remember the occasion by! It's not every day we get to see the bottom of an aquarium pool! Yeah! That's a good shot!
Pearl:
I'll mark where the luminol reactions were. 
Athena:
Yay! My first collaborative work with Pearly!
Pool Bottom Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Huh? I hear something...)
Orla:
Fweet............
Athena:
Orla...? Boss! Something's wrong with Orla!
Phoenix:
What?! You're right! She's listless... and she's sinking!
Pearl:
Oh no! Maybe it's because of that luminol I got on her! Wh-What do we do, Mr. Nick?!
Phoenix:
We can't do anything for her ourselves! Let's get Dr. Crab!
Athena:
I'll run and get him!
Crab:
What's Orla's condition?!
Phoenix:
She's listless and sinking! Maybe she's unconscious?
Crab:
The pool is drained. Son of a gun! Who did this?! She'll drown unless we do something. ...Here. Give me a hand.
Phoenix:
Huh? Us?
Crab:
No, I meant the Steel Samurai. Of course you! Just help me!
Athena:
What...? A-All right! What do you want us to do?
Crab:
There's no time to fill the pool to get her up to the top. Get the orca stretcher! It's a piece of black cloth with a skull and crossbones on it. Looks like a pirate flag. When the stretcher is ready, press the hoist button!  
Phoenix:
Okay! We're on it!
Talk
Orla's condition
Crab:
No time for chit-chat! Get going on that stretcher! Both Orla's right- and left-brain hemispheres are completely asleep now! She'll drown if we don't do something!
Phoenix:
What does the stretcher look like again?
Crab:
It's a piece of black cloth with a skull and crossbones on it. Looks like a pirate flag. Once the stretcher is ready, press the button on the control panel to move the hoist! And hurry! I have to get back to prepping her!
Examine
Pirate flag
Phoenix:
So this pirate flag is a stretcher for the orca, huh?!
Athena:
We can't use it with all this stuff on it! Let's clear it off!
Crab:
Good! Now push the hoist button and lower the stretcher! The control panel is on the wall to your right!
Control panel (after examining pirate flag)
Leads to:
"Ah! This must be the button to move the hoist...!"
Anything else
Phoenix:
(This is no time to be examining this!)
Phoenix:
Ah! This must be the button to move the hoist...! Dr. Crab! The stretcher is ready!
Crab:
Good! Let's get it under Orla!
Crab:
I'll take it from here. Stand back. I have to treat her immediately... Hmm... There's something in her stomach...
Crab:
There. I got it all out.
Athena:
Will Orla be all right, Dr. Crab?!
Crab:
Yes, she'll be fine. She's just sleeping now. Orcas are mammals, so they won't die if they're out of the water for a little while. But their own weight puts stress on their organs, and their skin starts to dry out. I put some of my special handmade cream on her skin as an emergency measure.
Athena:
Feel better soon, Orla...
Pearl:
Oh, if only I hadn't gotten that luminol on her...! 
Crab:
Luminol? Nah, no problem there. That stuff just washes right off. Orla's condition has nothing to do with you, young lady.
Pearl:
Really? Then what is wrong with Orla?
Crab:
I don't need to share that information with you people! It's none of your business. ...I have to get back to my rounds, so I'll leave the rest to the crew. Please keep an eye on Orla while I rouse up some crew members.
Phoenix:
(Dr. Crab sure is acting funny... He seems to be hiding something... Maybe we should check on Orla's condition before the staff get here.)
Examine
Ladder
Phoenix:
(I guess we don't need to examine the bottom of the pool again.)
Control panel
Phoenix:
(This is the button we used to raise Orla in the stretcher. There's no need to push it now.)
Orla
Athena:
Orla! Open your eyes!
Phoenix:
I know how you feel, Athena, but we'd better let Orla rest right now. 
Athena:
How did this happen? Mr. Wright! We have to examine her ourselves, right now!
Phoenix:
I wish we could, but we're lawyers, remember?
Athena:
But there must be something we can do!
Phoenix:
Well, we can investigate the cause of her condition. (Didn't we have evidence that might tell us something about the cause...?)
Hats
Phoenix:
Look at all those pirate hats! Orla must really love those things.
Athena:
The pirate hat, the star above her eye, and her white mustache are her trademarks! Without those things, she'd look just like any other orca.
Phoenix:
Even with a hat, she still looks like any other orca to me...
Athena:
I bet no ordinary orca could do that lifesaver trick! Hmph! How could you lump Orla in with all the other orcas like that, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
(Oops. I forgot how much of a fan Athena is.)
Wanted poster
Athena:
Hey, there's a poster of Mr. Rimes here.
Phoenix:
"Wanted," huh? Very piratey. Looks like they list the staff's likes and nicknames and other stats, too.
Athena:
And there's a reward amount listed, too. 
Phoenix:
A reward?
Athena:
Yeah, they have this special event where they give you a prize for tagging a staff member. The bigger the reward listed, the better the prize. The crew tries hard not to get tagged... Sounds like my type of event! I would totally DOMINATE in a game like that!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Her competitive fire is starting to blaze out of control.)
Fish
Phoenix:
We should check out the contents of Orla's stomach... I guess... Hey, I see something mixed in with the fish.
Athena:
It looks like a medicine capsule. There's something written on it. I think it says... "3 Zs"... What would it be doing in Orla's stomach? 
Mysterious Capsule added to the Court Record.
Athena:
I wonder what kind of medicine it is? Let's ask Dr. Crab. It might have something to do with Orla's condition!
Phoenix:
...Maybe we'd better not ask. He must've noticed it himself, yet he didn't mention it. I think he's hiding something about Orla's condition. If we show him the capsule, he might try to take it away from us.
Athena:
Yeah, I guess he was acting pretty sketchy. Okay, let's look into it ourselves, then.
Phoenix:
Good idea. When we get back to the office, we can ask for Apollo's help.
Leads to:
"I guess that wraps up our investigation here."
Athena:
I guess that wraps up our investigation here. Orla still isn't fully awake yet... Oh, here comes some staff! Looks like they're going to put Orla back into the pool.
Phoenix:
And I guess they're going to fill the pool back up. I bet that will take awhile... Well, I guess we can leave Orla in the staff's capable hands now.
Athena:
...Right! So, where to now?!
Phoenix:
Let's head to the show stage next. If we're lucky, the police will be done with the place.
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
We're starting to get quite a bit of evidence. I still can't figure out who the culprit is, though...
Athena:
Maybe we should look for information in other places besides the crime scene! Investigating is key, but questioning people is vital, too! I know! Let's make it a competition to see which of us can find the best evidence! The loser buys the winner a glass of OJ!
Phoenix:
All right. Fine. (Whatever.)
Any ideas?
Athena:
Why are the Swashbuckler Spectacular songs Ms. DePlume and I know different? I get the feeling it has something to do with this case...
Phoenix:
Hmm... Why would there be two songs...? It must mean something...
Athena:
I hate it when I don't know the answer! I'm going to go for a little run to let off steam!
Phoenix:
Athena, wait! Better not. You might forget what made you want to let off steam in the first place.
Examine
Phoenix:
(I guess we already examined this area, but let's take another look around.)
Present
Mysterious Capsule
Athena:
That's the capsule from Orla's stomach, isn't it? It says "3 Zs" on it. I wonder what this drug does?
Phoenix:
I don't know, but maybe it had something to do with Orla's mysterious condition.
Athena:
Who would do such a thing to Orla?! If I get my hands on them, I'll... I'll rip them to shreds, that's what I'll do!!
Phoenix:
Let's just stick to lawful acts, shall we?
Wright Anything Agency:
Talk
The investigation
Phoenix:
Would you like to help out with the investigation, Apollo?
Apollo:
You bet I would! What do you want me to work on?
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Let's see... Do I actually have anything for him to do...?)
Apollo:
Okay... And it's suddenly crickets...
Athena:
Oh, I know, Boss! Let's have Apollo look at the evidence we collected!
Phoenix:
Oh, good idea. He might notice something that will help us win the case.
Present
Mysterious Capsule
Phoenix:
Apollo, there's something I'd like your help with.
Apollo:
You have work for me?! What is it?
Phoenix:
Could you have this capsule checked out? I think it's some kind of medicine. 
Apollo:
Sure thing, Mr. Wright! I'll go to a hospital or something and have somebody take a look. Let's see... I'm pretty sure the closest one is Hickfield Clinic.
Phoenix:
Good luck, Apollo. And thanks. I guess we should head back to the aquarium and check out the show stage.
July 21Shipshape Aquarium - Show Stage
Phoenix:
(So this is where they hold the Swashbuckler Spectacular, huh... Looks like the police are done with their work here.)
Rimes: 
Hey! It's you lawyers! How could ya let Sasha get arrested?! Didn't I ask ya to take care of her?!
Phoenix:
We're sorry we couldn't prevent her from getting arrested... ...but, as her lawyers, we'll do everything we can for her.
Rimes:
............ Sorry I got upset... If there's anythin' I can do to help Sasha, just say the word. 
Pearl:
Marlon, you can trust in Mr. Nick. I'm going to do what I can, too, with this forensicking kit! I'm going to cover this whole area with forensicking!
Rimes:
Thatta girl, Small Fry! You can have free rein of this place!
Phoenix:
(I want to check this place out, but I'd better talk to Mr. Rimes, too.)
Talk
Helping with cleaning
Phoenix:
I hear you helped Sasha with the cleaning, Mr. Rimes.
Rimes:
Well, not really "helped." I was just takin' care of the orca here while she cleaned. Sasha felt bad for making Orla stay up so late, so she asked me to give her a snack. It was a little bit less than her ordinary meals, but she seemed satisfied. Oh, yeah. And I put Orla on the transport stretcher, too.
Phoenix:
Transport stretcher?
Rimes:
See that hoist up there on the right? The stretcher can be suspended from it. This stage show is right next to the orca pool room... ...and we use the hoist to move the orca or cargo between the two areas. 
Phoenix:
So the rail we saw in the orca pool room runs all the way here, huh?
Rimes:
Why? Did ya wanna take a ride?
Athena:
Aerial investigation, huh? Sounds good to me! 
Phoenix:
No, no. That's okay. (I like my investigations on sweet terra firma.)
Rimes:
Actually, the hoist can only be operated from the orca pool room.
Phoenix:
(Oh, that's right. I remember seeing the hoist control panel in there...)
Rimes:
So, I'm sorry, but I can't give ya a ride without somebody on the other end. 
Phoenix:
No need to be sorry. (Whew... Dodged that bullet...)
About the murder
Athena:
If it wasn't Ms. Buckler or Orla... who else could've killed Mr. Shipley?
Rimes:
Well, I know Sasha is innocent, but I'm not so sure about the orca... 
Phoenix:
What? But we proved her innocence in court this morning. 
Rimes:
But a few days ago, that orca attacked Sasha right here in the show pool! I saw that orca take Sasha's body into her mouth and squeeze her chest!
Phoenix:
(Her chest...?)
Athena:
They were probably practicing the lifesaver trick. 
Rimes:
But Sasha was being crushed so bad, she couldn't even blow the whistle. I wanted to help her right away, but... I hate to admit it, but I froze. I... I'm a weak man. I can't protect anyone...
Phoenix:
I doubt there are many people who would pit themselves against an orca.
Rimes:
Everybody tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn't give up on practicin'. When we said Orla could kill her, she said she trusted Orla!
Athena:
Yeah... While everybody else seems to think Orla is a killer... 
Rimes:
How can ya trust a creature that can't speak? You can't even know what it's thinkin'.
Athena:
But with orcas and dolphins, you can have communication of the heart.
The new show (appears after examining the sign)
Phoenix:
You say Ms. Buckler was mad... Was it because of the new show?
Rimes:
Ugh... Me and my big mouth. Okay, but ya never heard it from me! There was a rumor that the captain wasn't gonna let Sasha be in the new show. 
Athena:
Whaaaaaaat?! But why not?!
Rimes:
I dunno. It was just a rumor. I don't know if it was true...
Phoenix:
So Mr. Shipley was going to do the show all by himself?
Swashbuckler Flyer updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
I can't even imagine the show without Ms. Buckler! It would be like, "Where's the beef?"
Phoenix:
(Is she trying to say it would be like bones without any meat on them...?)
Rimes:
Sasha wanted to go back to the old Swashbuckler Spectacular. But now that the captain's gone... who knows what's gonna happen with the show...
Examine
Skeleton
Athena:
Eeeeek! There's a skeleton adrift!
Phoenix:
!
Athena:
Heh heh. It's just a prop. Were you really scared?
Phoenix:
A little bit... (...by your screaming.) Is this skeleton an enemy defeated by Orla's pirates?
Athena:
No, he's an informant named The Skeleton Kid. A dashing, spirited character, neither friend nor foe!
Phoenix:
So you're saying he's alive in the show?
Pirate ship
Phoenix:
This galleon was in the Swashbuckler Spectacular, too, wasn't it?
Athena:
Look at that cute figurehead! It looks just like Orla!
Phoenix:
It is cute, but it looks like it's also a cannon.
Athena:
The enemy lets their guard down and then, blam! Very piratey, don't you think?
Phoenix:
I thought Orla and Sasha were supposed to be the good guys?
Athena:
We should do the same thing in court! Lure 'em in and then, blam! Present evidence!
Phoenix:
I don't think the judge would appreciate any "blamming" in his court.
Water
Athena:
Look at this pool! It's huge! So this is where they do the Swashbuckler Spectacular. 
Rimes:
This show pool is the same depth as the orca pool. They practice the tricks in the orca pool, and then do the real show here. Are ya interested in the Swashbuckler Spectacular?
Athena:
Oh, of course! I've only seen it on TV, though.
Rimes:
Well, I'm new here, so I've never even seen it once.
Phoenix:
Athena is a big fan. She watches the recording over and over. 
Athena:
I love the show and the ocean! Standing here makes me feel like I'm at the beach!
Phoenix:
Especially with it open to the sky. You can even hear the sound of the surf nearby. Why don't you take a dip in the pool?
Athena:
Really?! I can?! In that case...
Rimes:
What?! What are ya talkin' about?! You can't swim here! 
Phoenix:
We were just joking.
Athena:
Right...... O-Of course! I was just joking, too!
Phoenix:
(Don't tell me she was actually going to do it...)
Ladder
Phoenix:
This ladder only goes down to the surface of the water.
Athena:
Well, it's not like a public pool. Everybody who gets into this pool knows how to swim. Just like in the courtroom! It's sink or swim in there! A newbie could really get hurt. You know, like last time in court... I could've really gotten injured. I was an inch away from getting attacked by a witness. 
Phoenix:
(Yeah... A trial with Apollo can be a pretty dangerous affair...)
Hoist
Phoenix:
We saw this same device in the orca pool room, too, huh?
Athena:
Yeah, we used it to lift Orla when she was on the stretcher. In the show, Sasha makes her grand entrance by hanging from this thing! Ooh! We should think of a cool, grand entrance for us, too! 
Phoenix:
I've always wanted to burst into the middle of somebody else's trial with a loud bang!
Athena:
I've always wanted to crash in through the ceiling! I bet that would really knock the socks off the judge and the gallery!
Phoenix:
(Just what exactly was this girl learning while she was in Europe?)
Sign
Phoenix:
This colorful sign... Did Ms. Bucker [sic] make it?
Rimes:
Wow! How did ya know? Yeah, that sign is for the new show. Before she went to clean, she painted it and left it to dry. She told me to keep an eye on it while I was takin' care of the orca. 
Athena:
Huh? Isn't that the skull rock there on the right?
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, is the skull rock a part of the set for the new show?
Rimes:
Yeah, I guess so.
Phoenix:
(If they were going to use it in the show, what's it doing in the orca pool?)
Skull Rock updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
This sign is so eye-catching, with all those twinkling stars!
Rimes:
I think they're supposed to be starfish. It's for the pirate show, after all.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... A few of them look more like leaves to me...)
Handmade Sign added to the Court Record.
Rimes:
Sasha put so much effort into makin' this sign for the new show... No wonder she was mad about what happened...
Phoenix:
(Huh? I wonder what he's talking about? I'd better ask...
Anything else
Phoenix:
(Nothing special here.)
After examining everything:
Phoenix:
(We've examined pretty much everything here, but...)
Examine again
Phoenix:
(We already checked this out, but another round wouldn't hurt.)
Present
Swashbuckler Flyer
Rimes:
With this flyer, you can get a penguin sleep mask the next time you come in.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah? That would be nice, especially if it's free.
Athena:
That'd be perfect for taking a nap at the office after going for a run or something!
Phoenix:
I prefer you DIDN'T take naps at the office, actually.
Rimes:
Yeah, I feel ya! Sometimes I fall asleep when I'm feedin' the animals.
Athena: 
I guess only a newbie can truly understand the feelings of another newbie!
Rimes:
Heh heh. We're kindred spirits, my sister. Kindred spirits. 
Athena:
Two peas in a pod! Birds of a feather!
Phoenix:
I suddenly feel so alone.
Fish
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, about this fish...
Rimes:
I'm the master keeper! No way you can beat me! You're a pro lawyer, but an amateur feeder! Ya'll [sic] ready for a feeding throw-down? Rifle c'mon! Time to defend da crown!
Phoenix:
............ Uh, it doesn't look like Rifle's coming...
Rimes:
............I guess not, huh? Sorry about all that "throw-down" stuff, then... I just wanted to show ya the inner secrets of animal feedin'.
Phoenix:
There are "inner secrets"?
Rimes:
You know, stuff like how to debone a fish. Great care goes into each animal's food. Then of course there's the way of tossin' the food to 'em. It's different for each one.
Phoenix:
...I see. Sorry to have bothered you with mundane questions from the uninitiated.
Calendar
Rimes:
That's Sasha's calendar. ...Sorry I didn't tell ya sooner.
Phoenix:
Well, I guess you were worried about Ms. Buckler. It's understandable.
Rimes:
I dunno why she was supposed to meet with the captain... ...but I know she definitely didn't kill him. She'd never do anythin' like that. 
Athena:
We know that. And we're going to prove it in court!
Rimes:
If ya mess up, I'm gonna write a rap dissin' you two! And even before it comes out on CD, I'm gonna play it all over the place!
Phoenix:
...What does "dissing" mean?
Athena:
To "diss" somebody means to insult them or put them down. It's short for "disrespect." 
Phoenix:
...Ouch. That's harsh.
Anything else
Rimes:
I'm new here, so I dunno.
Phoenix:
(I don't really think being "new here" has anything to do with it in this instance...)
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! I found some peculiar fingerprints.
Phoenix:
(Pearls! I almost forgot she's been "forensicking" for me all this time.)
Pearl:
Oh! Who's that?
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill! What are you doing here?!
Blackquill:
............Just some business to attend to.
Fulbright:
Prosecutor Blackquill insisted, so I brought him along to get a little exercise.
Athena:
Is it business with us...?
Blackquill:
...No, not you. My business is with that animal keeper there. Marlon Rimes... You will be a witness for the prosecution tomorrow.
Rimes:
Ya gotta be kiddin'! Why would I wanna testify against Sasha?!
Blackquill:
What you "want" does not matter. ...Now, come along.
Rimes:
But if I leave, who's gonna feed the orca? The other animal keepers are too scared to go near her now.
Pearl:
Um, maybe I can help? I'm concerned about Orla's health... and this way, I can stay close and look after her. I can feed her and do a telecast, too, if you need me too! I'll do anything to help!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like Pearls wants to do something nice for Orla and make sure she's okay.)
Rimes:
Small Fry! Are you trippin'? That orca is... dangerous, ya know. 
Pearl:
Hee hee. I'll be fine. I'm just happy to help. Oh! But I don't have a TV phone... I won't be able to contact you if I have to do a telecast... Marlon, may I please borrow yours?
Rimes:
What? ...Sure, Small Fry. Anythin' for you! Especially when you're goin' out of your way to help like this. I dunno if I'm gonna testify, but I guess I can at least hear what the police have to say.
Fulbright:
Thanks for your cooperation! Now, justice will be served... with a strategy meeting!
Athena:
Grrr! C'mon, Mr. Wright! Let's get back to our investigation!
Blackquill:
............Hmph. How sad. The police have already investigated all there is to investigate. Your efforts are a waste of time.
Phoenix:
Nothing we do to try and save our client is a waste of time, Prosecutor Blackquill. 
Blackquill:
Today, the orca. Tomorrow, Sasha Buckler. You intend to save them both? Hmph. You say you "believe" in your clients, but isn't money really your true motivation? Why not admit you're only doing this for your own benefit? I could understand that much more readily than your empty, righteous talk. 
Athena:
Our own benefit?! That's not why we're doing it!
Phoenix:
Now, Athena. Try not to let him get to you.
Fulbright:
All right! We should be off, Prosecutor Blackquill! In justice we trust!
Athena:
Grrr! I've never been so insulted! Be right back! I need some water to wash away the anger.
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. She hit Prosecutor Blackquill with that water... He doesn't seem to care, though.)
Pearl:
Hmm... I guess prosecutors these days are more about harsh monochrome than fancy frills...
Phoenix:
Oh, wait! What about those peculiar fingerprints you said you found, Pearls?
Pearl:
Hee hee. I'll tell you all about them!
Talk
Peculiar prints
Phoenix:
So tell me about this big discovery you made.
Pearl:
Well, I don't know if it's a "big" discovery, but... ...I found some odd fingerprints on the pool ladder over there. 
Phoenix:
Okay... So what's so peculiar about them?
Pearl:
Well, they're on the left side of the ladder, but they're right-hand prints. Wouldn't a person usually hold the left side of a ladder with their left hand? Plus, I think they were made from above by grasping the ladder with the right hand. 
Phoenix:
Hmm... Now that you mention it, that IS strange. I wonder whose prints they are?
Pearl:
I compared them with the prints on file, and they turned out to be Marlon's.
Phoenix:
(How did he manage to leave prints in such an awkward position?)
Pearl:
So, Mr. Nick, was I helpful? 
Phoenix:
Yes, you were. Thank you very much, Pearls. (I don't know if they're related to the case yet, but I'll keep them in mind...)
Ladder Prints added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Hee hee. I bet Detective Fulbright doesn't know about these prints! I imagine their search wasn't as thorough here as it was at the crime scene.
Phoenix:
You're probably right. I'm sure they checked everything at the actual crime scene. But I guess they can't do forensics on every inch of the rest of the aquarium.
Athena:
But we could, thanks to Pearly! And now we have a new piece of information!
Pearl:
Ooh, you're embarrassing me, Athena!
Leads to:
"*kree!*"
Examine
Water
Athena:
Wow! This pool is about the same size as the orca pool! This is where they do the Swashbuckler Spectacular.
Phoenix:
You're a big fan, aren't you, Athena? You watch that recording every chance you get. 
Athena:
I get so excited watching the pirates do battle! It makes me want to put just as much passion into our battles in court!
Phoenix:
That's what I like to hear.
Athena:
Maybe I should get a pirate outfit to wear in the courtroom? 
Phoenix:
I don't think you have to go quite that far.
Sign
Phoenix:
This colorful sign... So Sasha was the one who made it, right?
Athena:
Yup. Before she went to clean, she apparently painted it and left it to dry. There's a picture of that skull rock for the new show on the right.
Phoenix:
(If they were going to use it in the show, what's it doing in the orca pool?)
Athena:
It's really eye-catching, with all those twinkling starfish!
Phoenix:
I don't think you can say "twinkling" when you're talking about starfish... Besides, a few of them look more like leaves to me.
Athena:
Oh, you're right. Maybe Sasha forgot to finish painting them?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Pearl:
Oh, I'm so happy you get to be a lawyer again, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Ha ha. Thanks. I let our friends know I was back, too.
Pearl:
I wish we could all get together. It's been quite a while! Maybe we should throw you a surprise party to celebrate your comeback.
Phoenix:
That would be really nice. But if you tell me about it, it won't be a surprise, you know.
Pearl:
Oh! B-But we could spring it on you after you had forgotten, and still surprise you!
Swashbuckler Flyer
Pearl:
I was really looking forward to seeing the Swashbuckler Spectacular... It's such a shame.
Phoenix:
Yeah. I bet you would've really enjoyed it.
Pearl:
But I was really happy to see such a large marine animal! It was quite an experience! ...I still have yet to see a blue whale, though, the largest marine animal of them all!
Phoenix:
Yeah, uh... I doubt there are any blue whales at the aquarium.
Fish
Pearl:
Oh my! Did you go fishing, Mr. Nick?
Phoenix:
No, this is for Rifle. We were asked to feed her.
Pearl:
Ooh, that sounds like fun! Do you think she would take food from me?
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm sure she would--from you.
Athena:
...So what you're really trying to say is that Rifle wouldn't take food from ME, right?!
Phoenix:
No, that's not what I meant. (That IS what I meant, though.)   
Athena:
Grr! I won't be bested! Pearly, it's ON!
Pearl:
Wh-What? What's "on"?
Phoenix:
Now, now, Athena. Let's be adults about this. You've got poor Pearls here all confused.
Calendar
Pearl:
Isn't it cute? I really love this calendar.
Phoenix:
It's shaped like a penguin. It is pretty cute, isn't it? Maybe I should buy a calendar for the office before I leave. I always run out of room to write appointments in my planner.
Athena:
Why don't you just put your appointments on your phone?
Phoenix:
I'm not very good at using electronic devices...
Pearl:
Oh, neither am I. Hee hee! We have something in common!
Athena:
Aw, now I feel left out.
Anything else
Pearl:
You know I'd do anything I could to help you! ...But I'm afraid I don't really know anything about that...
Phoenix:
That's all right, Pearls. No worries.
Rifle:
*kree!*
Athena:
Hey, it's Rifle! We've got to catch her!
Pearl:
Don't worry. She's being a good girl right here on my lap. 
Phoenix:
Ha ha! Well, I'm glad she's been found. (I forgot we were looking for her, actually.)
Athena:
............ Yeah, thanks again to Pearly... 
Phoenix:
(I think somebody's jealous...)
Pearl:
Well, I think I'll go talk to the staff about Orla. 
Phoenix:
All right. Good luck, Pearls! And thanks again!
Phoenix:
Well, I guess we're done with things here. What do you want to do next?
If the Mysterious capsule has not yet been presented to Apollo Justice
Athena:
How about if we have Apollo check out our mystery evidence?
Phoenix:
(Oh, that's right. We haven't done that yet.) Good idea. Let's stop by the office.
July 21Wright Anything Agency
Apollo:
Oh, you're back! How is the investigation going?
Phoenix:
It's going pretty well, but there are still things we need answers to.
Apollo:
Let me know if there's anything I can do to help!
After presenting Mysterious Capsule to Apollo Justice:
Athena:
I wonder if they'll let us see Sasha now?
Phoenix:
It has been quite a while. Let's stop by the detention center and see. We have something to deliver to her, too, don't forget.
If the Mysterious Capsule has already been presented to Apollo Justice
Athena:
They ought to be done with Sasha by now, too.
Phoenix:
True. Let's stop by the detention center and let her know we can take on her defense.
July 21Shipshape Aquarium - Pub O' Danger
Athena:
Dr. Crab! We found Rifle!
............
Athena:
No answer.
Phoenix:
I guess nobody's here. Why don't we come back later?
July 21Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Athena:
All right, Boss! Chin up! We have to lift Sasha's spirits!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha! I like your enthusiasm! 
Buckler:
Ahoy there, me hearties! Thank ye for comin'! Arr! I be in good spirits! Worry not about me!
Athena:
............She's trying to cheer us up.
Buckler:
Well, that went over like a lead balloon... I was trying to make up for all your trouble. 
Phoenix:
Maybe the two of you need to take it easy. (I guess they both had the same idea.)
Athena:
We came to let you know that we can take on your defense, if you'll have us!
Buckler:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?! ............!
Phoenix:
I-Is something wrong? (Why is she hiding from us?)
Buckler:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill said... ...th-that you two would... abandon me... But here you are... t-to my rescue...! That's why... I-I'm so happy...!
Phoenix:
(It sounds like she's crying back there.)
Athena:
O-Of course we wouldn't abandon you...! Uuuuuugh... Sasha...! Don't cry!
Phoenix:
Maybe the two of you need to take it easy. (Great, now I have crybabies in stereo...)
Buckler:
Okay! I'm all right now! Thank you for taking on my case! 
Athena:
We're glad to do it!
Phoenix:
Well, now that you're smiling again, we have a few questions to ask you.
Talk
About the murder
Phoenix:
On the night before the murder, did you enter the orca pool room alone?
Buckler:
That's right. On July 20th, from 3:00 to 6:00 AM, I was there cleaning and organizing. The captain and I were actually supposed to clean together starting at 4:00 AM, but... ...we got in a fight. I couldn't face him, so I went an hour early and started cleaning. 
Athena:
What does the orca pool room cleaning involve?
Buckler:
Well, first we have to move Orla to the show stage pool before we get started.
Phoenix:
(Mr. Rimes mentioned he took care of Orla in the show stage pool.)
Buckler:
After Orla was moved, I drained the pool and rearranged the equipment and props. 
Phoenix:
And did the captain ever show up?
Buckler:
4:00 AM came and went, but he never showed. I bet he was mad at me... I wish I'd apologized to him, instead of being all prickly and angry like a scorpionfish...
Orla
Athena:
I'm glad we could prove Orla's innocence, but we didn't know you would get arrested.
Buckler:
Ha ha ha. As long as Orla is safe, I'm happy. I'm so glad I found you two! You guys are the best!
Athena:
I'm glad you found us, too! YOU'RE the best, Sasha!
Buckler:
I never imagined Orla's tricks would ever be used to commit a crime...
Phoenix:
Could you tell us more about the lifesaver trick?
Buckler:
Yeah, sure! There's a little speaker on the captain's clothes and on the training dummies. That speaker can emit sound waves. When a trick command is issued with the whistle... ...Orla uses the sound waves as a guide to find the person she's supposed to rescue. 
Phoenix:
I see. Does anybody else know about how that trick works? 
Buckler:
The entire crew knows about it. But it takes quite a bit of practice to be able to command the lifesaver trick. It wouldn't be easy to do for anybody who wasn't a trainer. 
Phoenix:
(And that's why they suspected Sasha...)
Buckler:
And Orla can only perform one trick per signal. In other words, she can't perform two tricks at a time.
Whistle updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Wait... So she can't do the singing trick and the lifesaver trick at the same time...? So what was that song Ms. DePlume heard?)
If the Prescription Bag has not yet been presented
Athena:
Oh, Mr. Wright! I just remembered! We have to return something to Sasha.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah. You're right. (I have it right here in evidence... And we have to give Sasha that item Detective Fulbright gave us, too.)
Reason for the fight (appears after presenting Prescription Bag)
Phoenix:
Why were you arguing with Mr. Shipley?
Buckler:
The captain knew about my heart condition, and he was worried about me. So he said he wouldn't put me in the new show. See? I'm not in the new flyer. 
Athena:
Oh, you're right! It's just Orla and the new adversary, Redstache.
Buckler:
I was so upset and frustrated... I was still crying when I went to do the cleaning. And I cried for quite a while before I drained the pool, too. But then, you know what? Orla did a trick to try and cheer me up. She acted out the scene where she defeats the giant octopus by spiking a ball at it! She spiked that ball so hard, she even ended up breaking off one of the octopus's legs. 
Phoenix:
...What a dramatic way to cheer up a friend.
Buckler:
So that's why we argued, because he wasn't going to put me in the new show. But I was determined to be in the show yesterday. It was July 20th, you see... The anniversary of the death of the trainer before me... ...Azura Summers.
Phoenix:
...The person Norma DePlume wrote about in her book. 
Buckler:
I wanted to explain to the audience that it was an accident, not murder. That's why I wanted... that's why I NEEDED to be in that show so bad... So during the cleaning, I moved the skull rock to the orca pool.
Athena:
What? But why?
Buckler:
It was a key prop. I figured the new show couldn't go on without it. I thought they'd be forced to switch back to the old show. 
Phoenix:
(Wow... That was pretty extreme...)
Skull Rock updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(So Sasha moved the skull rock to the orca pool at the time of the cleaning... And if there's blood on that rock... ...then that must mean that the victim's death occurred after the rock was moved.) Around what time did you finish up the cleaning?
Buckler:
It was about 6:00 AM.
Phoenix:
(So that places suspicion on whoever met with the victim after 6:00 AM...)
Azura Summers (appears after talking about "Reason for the fight")
Phoenix:
So Azura Summers was the trainer before you?
Buckler:
That's right! She was a year older than me. She taught me all about how to command Orla. 
Phoenix:
(I bet Azura and Sasha were like sisters to one another.)
Buckler:
She was the one who taught me the signals for the singing and lifesaver tricks, too. After she died... I swore on this charm... I vowed to become a great trainer someday, just like Azura!
Phoenix:
What is that charm?
Buckler:
It's a keepsake to remember Azura by. She always wore it. She told me once that she and her boyfriend had matching charms... I never found out who he was, so I couldn't give this one to him... I've had it ever since.
Phoenix:
You're keeping the memory of Ms. Summers alive.
Buckler:
The captain always carried around a memento of Azura, too: her walkie-talkie.
Phoenix:
(Huh? Did the victim have a walkie-talkie on him? Maybe I should show Sasha the victim's photos and see what she has to say.)
The ship's doctor? (appears after talking about "Azura Summers" and presenting Photo of the Body)
Phoenix:
What did you mean by "protect Orla from the ship's doctor"?
Buckler:
You know, Herman Crab. Ever since the accident a year ago, he's been completely different. When Azura died, he said he was going to "euthanize the orca"! Before that, he always used to say that euthanizing animals was a despicable act! 
Athena:
Euthanize the orca...? That's horrible...
Buckler:
They all thought that Azura's death was the orca's fault. Nobody believed in her but me... The ship's doctor always keeps poison to euthanize the orca with on hand. And if Orca had been pronounced guilty in yesterday's trial, he would've used it!
Phoenix:
He was going to put her down right away? 
Buckler:
That ship's doctor was close with both the captain and Azura, you know... I think he hates Orla...
Present
Swashbuckler Flyer, Swashbuckler Video, Skull Rock, or Handmade Sign
Sasha:
Do you two want to be in the Swashbuckler Spectacular?
Phoenix:
You have regular people participate?
Buckler:
Of course! We even have a special tour for people who want to be in it!
Athena:
What roles would we play if we said yes?
Buckler:
Let's see... The roles of a blue seahorse and a yellow sea slug are available!
Phoenix:
Judging by the colors, I must be the seahorse.
Athena:
A-And I'm the sea slug?! No way! I won't do it!
Buckler:
But sea slugs are all fluttery and beautiful, Athena!
Athena:
They're... beautiful? In that case, I'll do it!
Phoenix:
(Her mind is pretty much an open book.)
Buckler:
Ha ha ha! I hope we can do a show together someday!
Whistle
Buckler:
Oh, have you been using the whistle I gave you?
Athena:
Of course! But I can't get Orla to do any tricks.
Phoenix:
I can't believe you can command that huge creature. That's pretty impressive, Sasha.
Buckler:
Pretty cool, huh? I bet there aren't too many people who can say... ...they literally get to "whistle while they work."
Phoenix:
(That must be pretty nice for you.)
Buckler:
But Orla is the one who's impressive, really, not me.
Athena:
It's easy to see how much you care about Orla.
Phoenix:
You two are a good team.
Athena:
What...?! But you and I are a great team, right? We can top that!
Fish
Buckler:
You be givin' me a fish?! So you be challengin' me to a fight, eh?! Arr!
Phoenix:
What?! No! What kind of rule is that?!
Athena:
That's how it goes in the Swashbuckler Spectacular! Present a fish. Start fighting. The gauntlet--I mean, the fish--is thrown down, and the glorious battle begins! Ooh, you're so cool when you're up there jumping and slashing!
Buckler:
Arr! Belay that talk, li'l lassie! Compliments will get ye naught!
Athena:
Ooh! You sound just exactly like a real pirate! Hee hee!
Phoenix:
(Athena just eats this stuff up.)
Calendar
Phoenix:
This is your calendar, isn't it, Sasha?
Buckler:
Huh? No, mine's at the aquarium. 
Phoenix:
Yeah? Mr. Rimes said he found this one in the nap room. 
Buckler:
Huh. I didn't think anybody else at the aquarium used a calendar like that...
Phoenix:
(The owner of this calendar had 
a meeting scheduled with the victim. This mystery person might be the killer! We'd better find the calendar's owner...)
Calendar updated in the Court Record.
"The Killer Killer Whale"
Buckler:
Grr! That lady! Do you know what kind of terrible things she wrote about Orla?!
Phoenix:
So you knew about this book?
Buckler:
Yeah. I wish I didn't, but all kinds of people kept showing it to me. I tell you, I've haddock enough of that woman and her book! 
Phoenix:
(Ah, okay. I see what you did there...) So what do you think about what happened that day?
Buckler:
...It must've been some kind of accident. I believe in Orla's innocence.
Athena:
I can sense you really do believe in her, from the bottom of your heart. Well, we believe in her, too! 
Phoenix:
That's right. After all, she was proven "not guilty" in this case, too. We believe in the both of you.
Prescription Bag
Phoenix:
Detective Fulbright asked us to give you this medicine.
Buckler:
Arr! That bilge-suckin' blaggard had the spine to send me a gift?! Dread Pirate Nostache! Don't stand there gapin' like a weak li'l minnow! Have at ye! 
Athena:
Ooh, a real swashbuckling battle! ...Arr! If it be a fight ye want, a fight ye shall have!
Phoenix:
Could you two please not drop into show mode out of the blue?! 
Buckler:
Okay, sorry about that. ...Yeah, I'll take that medicine.
Phoenix:
(She's acting kind of funny...) What is the medicine for, by the way?
Buckler:
Ugh... Well, I guess I can't keep it a secret from you two... I... I suffer from a heart condition. 
Athena:
A h-heart condition...? Then you'd better get to the hospital right away!
Phoenix:
Take it easy, Athena. She's in detention, remember?
Buckler:
Don't worry. it's not as serious as it sounds. They can fix it with surgery...
Athena:
NOT SERIOUS?! A heart condition is a heart condition! Don't tell us not to worry!
Buckler:
Yeah, I'm sorry... The captain was just as mad at me the day before yesterday... We both got so worked up, at one point, it was like a shark-eat-shark situation. 
Phoenix:
(Whew. That sounds scary...) Do you mind if I ask more about that fight?
Prescription Bag (subsequent times)
Buckler:
! How did you...?
Phoenix:
Detective Fulbright gave it to us.
Buckler:
Arr! That bilge-suckin' blaggard had the spine to send me a gift?! 
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaat?! S-Sasha...?
Buckler:
Dread Pirate Nostache! Don't stand there gapin' like a weak li'l minnow! Have at ye! 
Athena:
Arr! If it be a fight ye want, a fight ye shall have!
Phoenix:
Could you two please not drop into show mode out of the blue?! 
Buckler:
Oops! Sorry about that. Now what were we talking about? Orla...?
Phoenix:
(...Hmm. I get the feeling Sasha was trying to divert the topic away from that medicine...)
Photo of the Body (after talking about "Azura Summers")
Phoenix:
The victim didn't appear to have a walkie-talkie with him at the time of his death. 
Buckler:
Huh? But I talked to the captain on his walkie-talkie before I started the cleaning.
Phoenix:
But there's no walkie-talkie shown in these crime scene photos. 
Buckler:
I don't understand it... The captain always kept that walkie-talkie with him...
Athena:
Maybe the culprit took it away?
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Maybe... But what would be the point of that? I'd better organize the data I have on the victim in the Court Record...)
Shipley's Autopsy Report and Photo of the Body consolidated.
Buckler:
The captain always kept that walkie-talkie by his side. It was the walkie-talkie Azura used right up until her death. In the middle of the show, the orca brought Azura up to the surface in her mouth. She left tooth marks in Azura's walkie-talkie... The captain said he always kept that walkie-talkie with him so he'd never forget...
Phoenix:
(So the walkie-talkie was really important to the victim...)
Buckler:
But... now the captain is dead, too... I'm the only one left who can protect Orla from the ship's doctor!
Phoenix:
(Protect Orla from the ship's doctor? I wonder what Sasha means?)
Changes "Azura Summers" talk option to "The ship's doctor?"
Anything else
Buckler:
Sorry. Sea creatures are the only things I know anything about...
Phoenix:
That's all right. Don't worry about it. (Gee, I didn't mean to put her in a funk.)
Phoenix:
(I guess we'd better look into Dr. Crab a little more.)
Athena:
Boss, let's go see Dr. Crab!
Phoenix:
I was just thinking the same thing. We have a lot of questions to ask him. 
July 21Shipshape Aquarium - Pub O' Danger
Phoenix:
Oh, it's Pearls... and Rifle. What are you doing here?
Pearl:
Rifle came in here, so I followed her.
Phoenix:
(Oh, that's right. We were supposed to deliver Rifle to him. I completely forgot.) 
Pearl:
Oh! Rifle!
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! What are you doing? Stop that!
Crab:
You silly mother penguin! What if you injured my spectacular, genius brain?!
Phoenix:
D-Dr. Crab...? Are you all right?
Crab:
Huh? Oh. It's you people. I see you brought Rifle for me. 
Phoenix:
Uh... Rifle was really laying into you...
Crab:
Well, she hates me because she thinks I took her baby away from her.
Sniper:
Peep!
Rifle:
*kree!* *kree!* *kree, kree!*
Phoenix:
(Gee, Rifle looks so... happy... Is she actually playing with Sniper...?) 
Rifle:
*kree, kree, kree!* *kree, kree!* *kree, kree, kree!*
Crab:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Stop all this cacophony!
Athena:
The biological parent and the caregiver parent, locked in a struggle over the child...
Crab:
*panting* Do you think you could hold this silly mother penguin down for me?
Pearl:
All right! I will try!
Rifle:
*kree*... *kree, kree!*
Phoenix:
Um, what are you doing? (I think Rifle just threw something up.) 
Crab:
Oh, I'm getting food for Sniper out of Rifle. Mother penguins stock up food for their babies in their stomachs. They break it down in there so that it's easier for the baby to eat.
Athena:
Wow. You sure know a lot about animals. 
Crab:
...You're trying to pick a fight with me again, aren't you, young lady? Yes, I know a lot about animals. I am a licensed veterinarian. Hmm... Rifle certainly is in a bad mood, even for her.
Talk
Rifle's condition
Phoenix:
Is Rifle okay?
Crab:
...Hold on. I'm checking her now. Girl in the strange outfit... Could you turn Rifle over on her back, please?
Pearl:
All right. Rifle, I'm just going to turn you over, okay?
Crab:
Hmm? What's this? The bottom of her feet are pink. 
Athena:
Oh, no! Wh-What kind of sickness is that?! We have to get her to a doctor!
Phoenix:
Athena, get a hold of yourself. Dr. Crab is a veterinarian, remember?
Crab:
...It's just something she stepped in, by the looks of it. It's her stomach that's the problem. There's still something in there... Here we go!
Rifle:
*kree, kree*... *KREEEEEEE!*
Crab:
...Hmm. Looks like she swallowed something odd. I know this penguin will eat anything, but where did she pick up something like this? Son of a gun... I'll have to talk to Marlon about her care... 
Athena:
Dr. Crab, may we see what was in Rifle's stomach?
Crab:
Huh? Please be quiet. I'm busy right now.
Athena:
Busy? But you're just staring at that weird machine. 
Crab:
I'm checking to see when Rifle ingested the foreign object!
Athena:
He just keeps looking at that machine. He won't even glance our way.
Phoenix:
(Now I'm really curious to know more about his monitoring system.) 
Changes "Rifle's condition" talk option to "Monitoring system"
Monitoring system
Phoenix:
Could you tell us about the monitoring system you have here?
Crab:
It's a collection of electronic medical records for all the creatures here. With this system and the camera footage, I can monitor the creatures 24/7. I won't tell you any more than that. It's private, company business.
Phoenix:
But medical records are usually just a history of past medical exams and data. I never heard of any that could monitor 24/7. 
Crab:
............Good point, Mr. Lawyer. I can see there's no fooling you.
Phoenix:
But why would you want to fool me?
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(This guy's going to be a tough nut to crack.)
Crab:
............I have my reasons.
The charm (appears after "Rifle's condition")
Phoenix:
(Huh? This looks like the charm Sasha had...) Dr. Crab, do you know anything about this charm?
Crab:
Charm...? Hey! Leave that alone! That belonged to Azura! What was Azura's charm doing in Rifle's stomach...?!
Phoenix:
(That's odd... When Sasha was telling us about the charm earlier... ...Sasha said that she had Azura's charm. But that charm is still at the detention center... Hey, wait a minute! Didn't Sasha say Azura and her boyfriend had matching charms? So this second charm must be the one that belongs to Azura's boyfriend.) Dr. Crab, is it possible this charm belongs to Azura's boyfriend...?
Crab:
I refuse to talk about such personal details of the deceased. Subject closed!
Phoenix:
A-All right... (He sure is touchy when it comes to Azura...)
Charm added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Azura Summers... Yesterday was the anniversary of her death, wasn't it?
Crab:
...That's right. She was killed by the orca. 
Athena:
Do you really think Orla killed her? I... I don't believe it!
Crab:
Who can say if the orca did it on purpose? But the fact remains that she killed Azura. I was right there, the day of her death a year ago... I saw the orca bite Azura with my own eyes.
Athena:
But... is that really the whole truth of what happened...?
Phoenix:
I guess only Orla knows what really happened... both a year ago and this time...
Present
Charm
Crab:
That charm... Azura always wore it. It meant a lot to her.
Phoenix:
Azura Summers... The trainer who died a year ago, right?
Athena:
Was Ms. Summers special to you, Dr. Crab?
Crab:
Hmm? What are you talking about? 
Athena:
Oh, I'm sorry! I just thought I sensed a hint of romantic feelings...
Crab:
She was my co-worker. Nothing more than that. Now, if you ask me any more inane questions, I will lose my patience!
Athena:
Sorry about that. I guess I touched a nerve. 
Phoenix:
It seems everybody here at the aquarium loved Azura Summers.
Magatama
Phoenix:
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
 -- The Monitoring System -- 
Phoenix:
I want you to tell me about the monitoring system here.
Crab:
You don't let up, either, do you, Mr. Lawyer? They're just electronic medical records and feeds from security cameras. With these, I can monitor all of the animals 24/7. 
Phoenix:
...And I say that's not true. I have proof that you can't monitor the animals 24/7 with this system.
Present Security Footage
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The security camera doesn't begin recording until 10 AM."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the evidence that you can't monitor the animals 24/7!
Crab:
The only thing that evidence proves is that you are mistaken, Mr. Lawyer. 
Phoenix:
Ugh... (I guess I got it wrong.) But I still say it can't be true. And that's because...
Leads back to:
"I have proof that you can't monitor the animals 24/7 with this system."
Phoenix:
The security camera doesn't begin recording until 10 AM. If that's the case, how could you possibly monitor the animals 24/7?!
Crab:
Okay. You got me. I guess that was a pretty weak explanation.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Crab:
You're right. I guess I can't monitor the animals 24/7. But if I see anything unusual on the camera feeds, I can spring to action right away. And if I can examine an animal, I can usually tell exactly what is going on with them. 
Phoenix:
(Wow. He's really confident in his abilities.) But I still say you can't do that 24/7. 
Crab:
But I'm here at the aquarium most of the time. And I can go anywhere at any time to examine an animal.
Phoenix:
Anywhere? I say that's not true, either. I have proof that there's a place you can't go! 
Present Security Card
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The only people who have access to the orca pool room are the owner and Sasha."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Crab:
...Do me a favor and come back later, would you? I'm going to get a little more sleep. 
Phoenix:
W-Wait! (I guess I got it wrong...) 
Crab:
I'm telling you, I can go anywhere at any time to examine an animal. Why are you trying to argue that I can't?
Phoenix:
Because I know it can't be true. 
Leads back to:
"I have proof that there's a place you can't go!"
Phoenix:
The only people who have access to the orca pool room are the owner and Sasha. So how can you say you monitor all of the animals?
Crab:
Son of a gun. So you knew about the security card, did you?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Crab:
Yes, tighter security was imposed on the orca a year ago as a precaution. Due to Sasha's objections, I wasn't allowed to have a card.
Phoenix:
(I guess she was trying to protect Orla from him...) So you're monitoring the animals with a system that's "private, company business." But I have to insist you tell me about this monitoring system. 
Crab:
Now YOU'RE trying to pick a fight with me?! Very well. I suppose it's only fitting that the spoils go to the victor. I'll tell you about Shipshape Aquarium's ecological data organization system.
Talk
Monitoring system
Phoenix:
So what does that machine you were using do?
Crab:
It's a system of ecological data organization developed in Europe. I call it the TORPEDO! What do you think? Pretty impressive name, isn't it?
Athena:
"Torpedo"? As in "Man the battle stations!" and all that?
Crab:
No, no! It's the name I gave to this data organization system. "TORPEDO." It stands for "TeleObservation Realtime PErtinent Data Organizer." 
Phoenix:
(Quite a name... I wonder if it's super admin restricted desktop access pass-protected.)
Crab:
The TORPEDO collects data through sensors placed on or near the subjects. Temperature, heartbeat, vocalizations, etc. It gathers this information 24 hours a day. All of this data is then sent to my terminal and these monitors. 
Athena:
Wow! This TORPEDO sounds amazing! Does Rifle have a sensor on her, too?
Crab:
Yes, she does. Where and what kind of sensor is attached depends on the animal. The penguins have theirs attached to the ID tag at the base of their flipper. The TORPEDO doesn't tell me where Rifle is when she escapes, though. It's hard to attach sensors to the orca or fish, so theirs are on the tanks themselves. Places where the creatures don't normally live, like the show stage, don't have sensors. ...Okay, here we go. It's telling me the time Rifle swallowed the foreign object... "Approximately 4:00 AM on July 20th"... What an odd time...
Phoenix:
(That was when Sasha was doing the cleaning.)
Athena:
Maybe that's why she wouldn't take my fish, because she was full from the night before. But at least Orla ate it, so that's okay.
Crab:
Orla ate another animal's food? That's odd. She's never done that before. And then she had that episode, too... I'd better take a look at her data... ...Huh? She didn't eat anything from the evening of the 19th to yesterday afternoon. 
Phoenix:
So Rifle had a late-night snack, but Orla went hungry, huh?
Crab:
It appears so... But let's see... She's been eating normally since yesterday afternoon. ...Come to think of it, Jack was supposed to feed Orla yesterday morning... Maybe he died before he had the chance...
Phoenix:
(I'm worried about Orla's condition. I'd better remember this TORPEDO data...)
TORPEDO Data added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I still wonder why he wouldn't tell us about the TORPEDO...) 
Talk
Why hide the TORPEDO? (appears after "Monitoring system")
Phoenix:
Dr. Crab, why did you want to hide the existence of the TORPEDO system? 
Crab:
...Well, it's a safe system that has been approved for use in other countries... ...but it hasn't been legally approved in this country yet. That's why I always carry this terminal around with me. It's not something I want the police poking their nose into...
Athena:
You mean... you're breaking the law?!
Crab:
Which is why I was keeping it a secret. It would create a problem for the aquarium. I had Jack's permission. He felt the animals' care was more important than the legality. But we wanted to shield the rest of the staff, so we kept it a secret.
Athena:
But breaking the law is breaking the law!
Crab:
...But, in some cases, lives can be saved by breaking the law. Do we simply allow the lives of our animals to be lost while we wait for laws to change? 
Athena:
............Ugh. Now you're twisting things around...
Phoenix:
I'd like to use this evidence during the trial tomorrow. But it may result in you and Shipshape Aquarium being brought up on charges...
Crab:
Well, I followed my own convictions, and I have no regrets. You're only doing your job. I can't blame you for that, Mr. Lawyer. 
Phoenix:
...I appreciate that.
Present
TORPEDO Data
Crab:
Ah, you're interested in my TeleObservation Realtime PErtinent Data Organizer?
Phoenix:
Your "TORPEDO," huh? So it allows you to gather data and observe all the animals?
Athena:
Gee, Dr. Crab. The names you pick all seem to have something to do with weapons. 
Crab:
Well, I do make a hobby of collecting air guns in my spare time. I picked "Sniper" and "Rifle" from a list of over one hundred gun name candidates.
Phoenix:
What were some of the other names on the list?
Crab:
"Grenade" and "Launcher." "Revol" and "Ver." Things like that. 
Athena:
Couldn't you come up with anything a little cuter?! 
Crab:
What? But those names are so cool! The young lady apparently just doesn't understand the masculine spirit.
Phoenix:
Oh, well... You know... (Apparently, I don't, either.)
*peep, peep, peep.* *peep, peep, peep.*
Phoenix:
What's that sound? Another penguin...?
Crab:
............That's my ringtone. 
Athena:
Gee, Dr. Crab sure likes cute things.
Phoenix:
...Maybe he wanted it to sound like Sniper?
Crab:
Hello? Crab speaking... Son of a gun! You people again?! Stop harassing this aquarium! Orla was found not guilty! Why on earth should she be put down?! Huh? Come there on the 26th and explain? Fine. Just let me write it down in my... Son of a gun! Where did my calendar go?
Phoenix:
(His calendar! Could he be talking about THAT calendar...?)
Crab:
...I realize that. If it comes to that, I'll use that drug to euthanize her.
Phoenix:
!
Athena:
Mr. Wright! He s-said, "euthanize her"!
Phoenix:
We'd better ask him more about this. (And I should try presenting that calendar to him, too.)
Talk
Euthanasia (appears after "Why hide the TORPEDO?")
Phoenix:
Who was that phone call from?
Crab:
Son of a gun. You heard that?
Phoenix:
(Who didn't hear that?)
Crab:
It was the Center for Dangerous Animal Control, calling with a demand. They said that the orca may have been found not guilty this time... ...but that if she ever attacked a human again, we would have to put her down. 
Athena:
Put her down?! But that's horrible! Did you agree to their demand?
Crab:
...Animals sometimes do attack humans. And, of course, humans sometimes do kill animals to protect themselves. If it comes to that, yes, as a veterinarian, I am prepared to carry out euthanization... ...using this poison.
Phoenix:
(Huh?! That capsule... It has the same letters on it as the one that was in Orla's stomach! Did Dr. Crab... try to kill Orla...?)
Present
Calendar
Phoenix:
Dr. Crab, isn't this your calendar?
Crab:
! Yes, it's mine. What are you doing with it?
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes found it in the nap room. 
Crab:
Oh... I must've forgotten it there when I tried to get some rest... 
Athena:
It sure is a cute calendar. I guess you're crazy about penguins?
Crab:
Somebody gave it to me, okay?! Now, please don't tell anybody about it. It's embarrassing. Azura designed this calendar. This one here is a prototype. She designed a calendar for this year, and then she died before it went on sale... 
Athena:
Were you and Ms. Summers... romantically involved?
Crab:
What?! What gave you that idea?!
Athena:
It's just that I sensed... sadness in your heart when you talked about the calendar...
Crab:
Of course we weren't romantically involved! I don't believe in romantic feelings!
Phoenix:
(He looks shaken, though...) By the way, did you meet Mr. Shipley at 7:00 AM on July 20th, as scheduled?
Crab:
............No. We were supposed to meet, but Jack didn't show up.
Phoenix:
(Is that really true? Sasha finished cleaning the orca pool room at 6:00 AM. If Dr. Crab managed to get in the pool room somehow and meet with the victim... ...then he would have had the opportunity to kill Mr. Shipley!)
Calendar updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Please let me ask you one more question, Dr. Crab. 
Crab:
What is it, Mr. Lawyer? You look so grave. 
Phoenix:
I heard something disturbing from the writer Norma DePlume...
DePlume:
The center demanded that the aquarium put the killer whale down a year ago. 
Athena:
P-Put her down?!
DePlume:
But the aquarium owner refused their demand, saying it was an accidental death. But I hardly think a persistent organization like that would just give up and go away. I'm quite sure the power of money helped convince them! 
Phoenix:
What makes you think that?
DePlume:
Once a month, the owner and the vet disappear from this aquarium. And I came to find out that, each time, a large amount of money was being paid out!
Phoenix:
I think Shipshape Aquarium might be keeping some kind of secret... ...and that it has something to do with the recent murder!
Crab:
............!
5 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(F-Five Psyche-Locks?!)
Crab:
That writer... She just has to stick her nose in everyone's business. Son of a gun... I should have dealt with it all more carefully... 
Phoenix:
(How am I ever going to remove all those locks?)
???:
Phoenix:
(H-Huh?!)
Fulbright:
Sorry to interrupt, but Prosecutor Blackquill wants Dr. Crab. 
Phoenix:
D-Detective Fulbright! 
Crab:
You again? You couldn't possibly have any more questions for me! 
Fulbright:
Well, you see, we're having a little problem... We were going to call the animal keeper as a witness for the prosecution... ...but he's being very stubborn and refusing to testify. And so we thought we'd ask you to be a witness in tomorrow's trial!
Crab:
...Hmph. Did you really, now? Well, I'm not taking sides. I'll tell what I know. No more, no less.
Fulbright:
That would be fine! Now, if you would please come along with me!
Crab:
Well, it looks like we'll have to continue our talk at the trial tomorrow.
Phoenix:
I don't know what secret you and this aquarium are hiding... ...but I'll uncover it if it'll help save Ms. Buckler.
Crab:
Give it your best shot, then. I'll see you tomorrow.
Athena:
Well, it looks like we'll be going up against Dr. Crab in tomorrow's trial. 
Phoenix:
I bet he'll be one tough customer. 
Athena:
Okay, we'd better get our evidence organized for tomorrow!
Phoenix:
(I'll have Athena hold on to the evidence I don't think I'll need in court.)
Evidence has been re-organized.
............... ............Beep.
Phoenix:
Hello?
Apollo:
Mr. Wright! I went to Hickfield Clinic!
Phoenix:
A-Apollo, use your indoor voice.
Apollo:
S-Sorry about that! Anyway, I found out a lot, so I wanted to tell you right away! It turns out that mysterious capsule is a powerful sleeping drug. Apparently, the brand name is "3 Zs."
Phoenix:
Okay, yeah. It says "3 Zs" right on it.
Apollo:
And they said the Shipshape Aquarium vet recently bought a large quantity from them!
Phoenix:
The vet...! (Dr. Herman Crab...)
Apollo:
"3 Zs" is supposed to be for people. But Dr. Crab told them it would work on other mammals, like orcas and dolphins, too.
Phoenix:
(So Dr. Crab's "euthanization poison"... was actually sleeping pills...? When Orla almost drowned today... was it because she'd been given sleeping pills...?)
"3 Zs" Sleeping Pill updated in the Court Record.
Apollo:
And I found out more than just about that capsule! Dr. Hickfield himself gave me some information. Shipshape Aquarium had someone on their staff named Azura Summers, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah, the one who died a year ago. 
Apollo:
Well, Azura Summers was getting a certain medication from Hickfield Clinic last year... ...the same heart medication as Sasha Buckler! 
Phoenix:
Really?! (Azura Summers had the same heart condition as Sasha...?) Nice work, Apollo. Thank you. We'll be coming back to the office soon.
Apollo:
Okay. Trucy and I will be here!
Phoenix:
Well, we'd better get back to the office and get ready for tomorrow. What are you going to do, Pearls?
Pearl:
I thought I'd stay overnight here and be with Orla and Rifle. I'll be ready for a telecast during the trial tomorrow! Good luck to both of you! 
Athena:
Thanks, Pearly!! That way, when we prove Sasha's innocent she can see Orla right away!
Phoenix:
(I'd love to see Sasha and Orla back together again, both free and clear! But before that can happen, I have to prove Sasha's innocence!)
To Be Continued
Wright Anything Agency (before clearing all talk options at Shipshape Aquarium - Pub O' Danger):
Present
Charm
Trucy:
That looks like an old charm. Is it yours?
Phoenix:
No, it's evidence. But I have a charm of my own, actually.
Trucy:
You do? Better keep it safe, then.
Athena:
You're talking about that locket, right? The pendant you keep in your pocket? ...The one with Trucy's picture in it?
Phoenix:
Ha ha. So you knew about that, huh? I'm a little embarrassed, so don't tell Trucy about it, okay?
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I think I have enough evidence, but maybe I'd better think about it a little more.)
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July 22, 9:17 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Buckler:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?! The ship's doctor and Azura were romantically involved?!
Athena:
Well, that's my theory, but I don't actually know if it's really true.
Buckler:
Azura would never get involved with that cod-awful ship's doctor! But I do admit... they were friends... But would Azura send Dr. Crab videos, I wonder...?
Phoenix:
Videos? What do you mean?
Buckler:
Azura used to send her boyfriend videos of herself teaching the orca tricks. I used to help Azura take the videos on her TV phone.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. This is an interesting bit of information...)
TV Phone updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
So TV phones can shoot videos, too, huh? My dumb phone sure can't. 
Buckler:
These TV phones are amazing! They can even record sounds you and I can't hear! All the equipment we use at Shipshape Aquarium is high-tech. The ship's doctor sends away for all kinds of electronics.
Phoenix:
(So all the high-tech stuff is Dr. Crab's doing, huh?)
Buckler:
Anyway, I still highly trout Azura's boyfriend was the ship's doctor. 
Phoenix:
But Dr. Crab found a charm yesterday, and he was really shaken by it.
Crab:
Charm...? Hey! Leave that alone! That belonged to Azura! What was Azura's charm doing in Rifle's stomach...?!
Phoenix:
That charm looked just like your keepsake of Azura.
Buckler:
Yeah, well... She did say she and her boyfriend had matching charms... Was the ship's doctor and Azura really a couple...? I-I can't believe it!
Phoenix:
I think Dr. Crab will be called as a witness today. There are still so many unanswered questions... ...but I hope to solve them all in today's trial. 
Buckler:
I believe in you two! I know you can do it.
Athena:
And we WILL, Sasha! We promise!
July 22, 9:30 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 4
Day 2Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge: 
Court is now in session for the trial of Sasha Buckler.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready-- AAAAAGH!
Blackquill:
............Ready.
Phoenix:
(...Now I'm completely thrown off...)
Judge:
Very good. It appears both the prosecution and the defense are ready. Yesterday, it was proven that the orca was not guilty and that the victim fell to his death. Prosecutor Blackquill, did your investigation of the orca pool area turn up anything?
Blackquill:
............Hmph. It did. We found a bloodstain from the victim at the bottom of the pool. ...On this.
Judge:
Oh, my. What a frightening-looking rock. And you say it has a bloodstain on it? Hmm. Just looking at it gives me the willies. So can we assume that there was no water in the pool at the time of the incident?
Blackquill:
............Very good. What a clever little deduction.
Judge:
Ho ho! Well, it's nice to get a compliment from the prosecution for a change. 
Athena:
Prosecutor Blackquill has completely tamed the judge with his carrot-and-stick approach.
Phoenix:
(...I guess I should've brought a few carrots of my own.)
Blackquill:
Right. Moving along. I have prepared a witness. Buckler was the only one who entered that room when there was no water in the pool. The witness will prove that. ............Come to the stand, witness. 
Blackquill:
............Name and occupation. 
Crab:
Dr. Herman Cr--
Sniper:
Peep!
Crab:
Sniper! Stay in there!
Judge:
And who is that cute little creature?
Blackquill:
Hmph. Such a restless bird. Quite unlike Taka.
Taka:
Graaaaaw!
Sniper:
Peep!
Phoenix:
(Wow... Chalk one up for Taka... He shut Sniper up with a single sound.)
Crab:
Son of a gun... Dr. Herman Crab, Shipshape Aquarium's veterinarian.
Judge:
...And could you tell us the name of your cute little friend there, as well?
Athena:
Your Honor, please focus on the case!
Judge:
But it's important to learn all we can about the witness!
Crab:
This is Sniper. 
Sniper:
*peep!* *peep, peeeeep!* *peep, peep, peep, peep!*
Crab:
She's the offspring of a penguin named Rifle. Sniper lives in my hair. She might cause a commotion now and then, but please try to ignore her. 
Blackquill:
I was originally going to call the animal keeper to the stand... ...but he refused to testify, so I settled on the veterinarian. ............Now tell us. Why was the defendant in the orca pool room when the water was drained?
Witness Testimony
-- Cleaning the Orca Pool Room -- 
Crab: 
In the early morning hours of July 20th, Sasha was cleaning the orca pool room.
Sasha and Jack Shipley, the owner, were scheduled to do the cleaning together.
During cleaning, the pool water is drained.
While the cleaning was going on, Marlon was taking care of the orca in the show pool.
The pool water would never be drained unless the pool was being cleaned.
Judge:
Hmm. And your claim is that the victim was made to fall to his death during the cleaning? 
Blackquill:
............Hmph. Only Buckler and the owner had the security card necessary to enter the orca pool room. And we already know from the security company's record of card usage... ...that the defendant was in the orca pool room during the time of cleaning. The witness's testimony and the record of security card usage are conclusive evidence.
Judge:
So no one beside the defendant was at the scene, and the water in the pool was drained.
Phoenix:
Uh-oh... The judge already seems to be leaning toward the other side.
Athena:
We have to strike fast... Your Honor, we're ready for our cross-examination now!
Judge:
Oh! Yes, of course... Please proceed, then.
Phoenix:
(The power of youth comes in handy at times like these.)
Cross Examination
-- Cleaning the Orca Pool Room --
Crab: 
In the early morning hours of July 20th, Sasha was cleaning the orca pool room.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why is the cleaning done so early in the morning--essentially the middle of the night?
Crab:
Our aquarium is open every day of the year, without break. So of course the cleaning has to be done at night when there are no visitors. 
Blackquill:
Hmph... No days off, is that it? I can relate to that...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I guess prisoners don't get to take days off...) 
Athena:
Things SURE are different around OUR office, huh, Boss?!
Phoenix:
You don't have to rub it in quite so enthusiastically. 
Blackquill:
So, was the defendant cleaning alone?
Crab:
No.
Crab: 
Sasha and Jack Shipley, the owner, were scheduled to do the cleaning together.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But Ms. Buckler said that Mr. Shipley never showed up to help with the cleaning!
Crab:
I don't know anything about that. All I know is what was on the schedule. Maybe they changed plans. They probably felt awkward with each other after their fight.
Phoenix:
In any case, there's no proof the victim entered the orca pool room during cleaning!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
If you don't stop your yammering, I will pull your tongue out and barbecue it.
Phoenix:
Gah... (Do you have to be so violent...?) 
Blackquill:
Proof or none, the victim must have entered the pool room during cleaning. Witness, tell him why.
Crab:
Jack must have entered the orca pool room. The reason I think so is because...
Adds statement "The record of card usage shows that Sasha entered the orca pool room."
Crab: 
The record of card usage shows that Sasha entered the orca pool room.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Don't you mean to say that the record shows both of their cards being used?
Crab:
No, only Sasha's. But they must have gone in together. Jack's body was found in that room, so that's the only logical explanation. 
Blackquill:
We talked about this just yesterday. What purpose does that brain of yours serve?
Phoenix:
Gak!
Crab:
You're even more birdbrained than Rifle.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Witness, I will not allow birds to be belittled in my presence! Limit your disparaging comments to the defense alone!
Phoenix:
(So I get disparaged either way. Great.) 
Crab:
Hmph. Bird lover, huh? I guess we're not destined to become best friends.
Blackquill:
That is fine. All I need is for you to talk about the state of the scene during cleaning.
Crab:
All right. Fine.
Phoenix:
(Oh, I don't know. I think the two of them were made for each other...)
Crab: 
During cleaning, the pool water is drained.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So the cleaning is done with the pool drained of water?
Crab:
That's right. They use the hoist there to lower themselves to the bottom of the pool. They can do regular cleaning with water in the pool, but this was an intensive session. I never clean my own lab, however...
Phoenix:
...Don't you think it might be due, then...? (I guess I can't talk, though...) 
Crab:
Well, Sasha and Marlon come in and clean it for me on occasion. But I'm too busy, myself. I have animals to look after. Like this one, for example. 
Judge:
Such an adorable little creature! It lends cheer to this bleak courtroom. 
Blackquill:
...Your reaction to Taka was very different, as I recall...
Judge:
O-Oh, T-Taka is a fine bird, too, of course! ...Please continue, Dr. Crab. Quickly, now. 
Crab:
As I was saying, Sasha was cleaning the orca pool room...
Crab: 
While the cleaning was going on, Marlon was taking care of the orca in the show pool.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So Orla was moved all the way over to the show pool? Why is that?
Crab:
Well, it wouldn't do to get her covered in cleanser, would it? Of course she was moved! You don't take a bath while you're cleaning the tub, do you?
Judge:
Excellent point. I usually clean the tub after I take a bath, myself. 
Blackquill:
Hmph... I was assigned to clean the shower stalls yesterday. They were cleaner than an Edo bathhouse by the time I was done. 
Phoenix:
I guess Prosecutor Blackquill is the fastidious type... 
Blackquill:
I polished it so well, I bet the inmates are slipping and sliding all over right about now...
Phoenix:
...Hmm. Maybe he's not so much the fastidious type as the prankster type...?
Athena:
S-Somehow, I don't think that's it, either...
Crab:
Anyway, cleaning the orca pool is just like cleaning the tub.
Crab: 
The pool water would never be drained unless the pool was being cleaned.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's no possibility it would be drained at any time other than during cleaning?
Crab:
None. 
Phoenix:
(Ugh. Shot down with a single word...) Why are you so certain?
Crab:
Think about it. If the pool water were drained, what would happen to the orca?
Athena:
Th-The poor thing!
Phoenix:
(Whose side are you on, Athena?) 
Crab:
Exactly, young lady. Without water, Orla would be all right for a short period of time. But anything longer than that would pose serious risks. She could even die. 
Phoenix:
So the fact that Orla is alive and well is proof the water wasn't drained on her?
Crab:
That's right. The orca pool and the show stage pool are next door to each other. A hoist runs between the two to move the orca and equipment back and forth. When intensive cleaning is done, the orca is moved to the show stage pool first... ...so the water is only drained while the pool is being cleaned.
Judge:
Hmm. Please add that information to your testimony.
Adds statement "If there were no water in the pool, the orca might die."
Crab: 
If there were no water in the pool, the orca might die.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I-I guess you're right.
Crab:
Son of a gun... Then why did you harp on it so?
Blackquill:
The defense loves to make a fuss over nothing.
Crab:
You do like to stir up trouble, don't you, Mr. Lawyer. Just like this one...
Sniper:
*peep, peeeeep!*
Athena:
How rude! Don't compare Mr. Wright to Sniper! Granted, his suit may make him LOOK a little like a penguin...
Phoenix:
A-Athena... (Is that what she really thinks of me?) 
Crab:
Gaaah! I wish Sniper and Miss Baby Chick would both stop all the peeping and cheeping!
Athena:
M-Miss Baby Chick...?! How dare you-- No, wait. That actually sounds pretty cute.
Phoenix:
(Wow. He just got away with calling a young woman a "chick" in court.)
Present Pool Bottom Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"If the water in the pool is drained, you say the orca could die."
Before adding statement "If there were no water in the pool, the orca might die."
Phoenix:
Hmm. I don't see a single hole in Dr. Crab's testimony.
Athena:
He leaves himself wide open to Rifle's attacks, though! I guess all we can do is keep pressing him for more information!
After adding statement "If there were no water in the pool, the orca might die."
Phoenix:
Somehow, we have to show that the water could've been drained at some other time.
Athena:
If we don't, Sasha will be the only one under suspicion! There must be a hint somewhere. I'd better look through the evidence again.
Phoenix:
(I have to find out how the water could've been drained while Orla was there!)
Phoenix:
If the water in the pool is drained, you say the orca could die. But is that necessarily true?
Crab:
What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
There is a way to let the water out without harming the orca, isn't there? Your Honor, please allow me to submit this photograph.
Judge:
............Oh! This is...!
Phoenix:
As you can see, there is no water around the skull rock area. With the pool in this state, the victim could have been made to fall to his death. However, there IS water on the other side of the partition... ...and Orla looks just fine.
Crab:
............Son of a gun.
Phoenix:
In other words, if the partition is set up at the bottom of the pool... ...the water can be drained without doing Orla any harm!
Judge:
Are you implying the water could have been drained at a time other than during cleaning?
Phoenix:
Yes, there is that possibility.
Athena:
Dr. Crab is shaking... Looks like he has something to hide. Could it have something to do with the calendar note about meeting with the victim? 
Phoenix:
...It might. I'll submit to the judge. Your Honor! Please take a look at this calendar.
Judge:
Ah, you waved that around in court yesterday. No need to drag out your souvenir today.
Phoenix:
Actually... I would like you to make note of the entry for the day of the incident!
Judge:
Let me see, here... "Meet the captain at the orca pool at 7 am." This note is about a meeting planned with the victim!
Blackquill:
What?!
Phoenix:
The defense would like to argue that, at the time of that meeting... ...the pool may have been drained of its water!
Judge:
Wh-Whose calendar is that?!
Phoenix:
............It belongs to Dr. Herman Crab. Isn't that right, Dr. Crab?
Crab:
Son of a gun... SO you suspect me, do you?!
Judge:
What is the meaning of this calendar entry, Dr. Crab? Explain yourself!
Crab:
Fine. I was supposed to meet Jack at the orca pool at that time. But... I ended up not going.
Phoenix:
So you're saying you simply broke your promise? You can't get out of it that easily. I believe you have some explaining to do.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Your blade is sharper than I thought, Wright-dono. But your cut was shallow--a mere surface scratch. There's a saying amongst prisoners. "Do not see, hear nor speak to smooth-talking lawyers." If you think the witness is suspicious, show your proof!
Phoenix:
Ack! (The calendar alone isn't good enough, huh? I have to prove the victim could have fallen to his death at that 7 AM meeting time!) 
Athena:
Let's put our heads together, Boss! The victim could've fallen during cleaning, when the pool was completely drained... ...or, using the partition, it could've been at 7 AM, with the water partially drained. What would be the major difference in circumstance between these two possibilities?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... What circumstance was different...? The answer could really tell us something... What circumstance was different between the two possibilities of cleaning and 7 AM?)
The pool was half filled
Phoenix:
If the murder was at a time other than during cleaning, the pool must've been half filled!
Blackquill:
I suppose there's half a possibility the pool was only half filled... ...but if you wish to make that claim, let me see your proof!
Phoenix:
Ack! Proof...? I... don't have any proof.
Judge:
In that case, there's much more than half a possibility that I will assign you a penalty.
Phoenix:
(I'd better rethink that. There must be some other circumstance that was different...)
Leads back to:
"(What circumstance was different between the two possibilities of cleaning and 7 AM?)"
The orca was there
Leads to:
"If the murder occurred at a time other than during cleaning, the orca must've been there!"
The time of day was different
Phoenix:
The murder must have been at a different time of day than the cleaning time!
Blackquill:
Wright-dono... If you wish to claim the murder was at a different time of day, show me your proof!
Phoenix:
Ack! Proof...? I... don't have any proof.
Judge:
In that case, it's the time of day for me to assign you a penalty.
Phoenix:
(I'd better rethink that. There must be some other circumstance that was different...)
Leads back to:
"(What circumstance was different between the two possibilities of cleaning and 7 AM?)"
Phoenix:
If the murder occurred at a time other than during cleaning, the orca must've been there! 
Athena:
Oh, you're right! And that would mean... ...Orla witnessed the murder! 
Blackquill:
What's this? You're sheathing your sword so soon? Stop yammering to each other and show me how you wield your sword!
Phoenix:
All right, then. My sword is poised and ready. If the murder was committed at a time other than during cleaning time... ...then Orla must have been present at the scene. If I can prove that the murder happened right in front of Orla... ...then I can prove that Ms. Buckler is not guilty!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court...! Mr. Wright! Are you implying that the orca was a witness to the crime?! 
Phoenix:
That is exactly what I'm implying!
Blackquill:
Hmph. And...? How do you intend to prove the orca witnessed the murder...? What are you going to do, put the orca on the stand and cross-examine her?! 
Phoenix:
(This is a critical point. I'd better think about it carefully...) The defense will...
Cross-examine Orla
Phoenix:
If I asked Orla if she witnessed the murder, I'm sure she would tell me everything!
Blackquill:
Really? How interesting... And how do you propose to communicate with the orca?
Phoenix:
Well, I... I'd have to think about that...
Judge:
Unlike some birds, an orca is incapable of human speech. No, I'm afraid I cannot allow you to cross-examine a creature that cannot speak. Unless the defense has some other way of communicating with the orca...?
Phoenix:
No... I'm afraid I don't, Your Honor. (I guess that was a silly idea...) Please let me try again, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"The defense will..."
Continue with Crab
Phoenix:
I'll continue my cross-examination of Dr. Crab!
Crab:
............Hmph. That's fine with me, but I've already said everything I have to say. 
Phoenix:
You still haven't told the court why you broke your promise to meet with the victim!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Before we get into that... ...why don't you take care of your "orca witnessing the murder" balderdash first?
Judge:
"Balderdash"...? Is that some sort of shot at me...?
Athena:
That seems to be quite a sensitive subject with the judge...
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Maybe I'd better come up with something that isn't "balderdash"...)
Leads back to:
"The defense will..."
Present evidence
Leads to:
"The defense will present evidence, evidence that will prove Orla witnessed the murder!"
Phoenix:
The defense will present evidence, evidence that will prove Orla witnessed the murder!
Judge:
You're going to... present evidence? Knowing the defense, I thought surely you would try to cross-examine the orca... I must say I'm a little disappointed.
Phoenix:
(Gee, sorry to get your hopes up, Your Honor...) 
Judge:
Very well. Let's see this evidence, then. What evidence shows that the murder took place right in front of the orca? 
Present Pool Bottom Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This photo indicates where we discovered luminol reactions yesterday."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmm... I have no idea how that evidence is relevant...
Phoenix:
(Hmm. I thought maybe if I presented it with confidence, it would all work out somehow...)
Judge:
Nothing to say for yourself, is that it, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
(I must have some evidence here somewhere that shows Orla witnessed the murder!) Your Honor! Please allow me to present a different piece of evidence!
Judge:
Very well. Let's see this evidence, then.
Leads back to:
"What evidence shows that the murder took place right in front of the orca?"
Phoenix:
This photo indicates where we discovered luminol reactions yesterday. By accident, we got some of the luminol testing fluid on Orla. We were then very surprised to see... ...luminol reactions on Orla's body!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
So what of it? There's nothing odd about that. As was discussed in yesterday's trial, the orca was bleeding. Traces of the orca's blood were also found on the skull rock. The orca must have injured herself when she rammed the rock.
Phoenix:
(So that cloud of blood Ms. DePlume saw... ...was from Orla head-butting the skull rock, was it?) 
Skull Rock updated in the Court Record. 
Blackquill:
Those luminol reactions you saw on the orca are most likely from her head-butting. 
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But what's odd is the position of those bloodstains. Please take a good look at the photograph. Yesterday, Ms. DePlume said the blood disappeared when Orla put on the hat. That testimony indicated that Orla's injuries were under the hat area. However, these luminol reactions are in two entirely separate areas from her injuries. These bloodstains can't be Orla's own blood from when she was head-butting!
Judge:
Th-Then where did the blood come from...? 
Phoenix:
It's my firm belief that it's the victim's blood. The victim was killed right in front of Orla... ...and the victim's blood splattered onto Orla's body!
Blackquill:
Gaaaaaaaaagh! 
Phoenix:
(Now it finally all makes sense! Orla was a witness to the murder...! So THAT'S why...!)
Athena:
Orla? Boss! Something's wrong with Orla!
Phoenix:
What?! You're right! She's listless... and she's sinking!
Phoenix:
There's one more fact that indicates Orla was a witness to the murder.
Judge:
There's more?!
Phoenix:
(The culprit was afraid Orla could somehow reveal what she witnessed... ...and that's why they did what they did. It's the only thing that makes sense! I have to present that evidence...! ...That evidence that proves the culprit thought Orla was a dangerous witness!)
Present "3 Zs" Sleeping Pill
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The defense would like to submit this evidence."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
And what is this?
Phoenix:
...Evidence, Your Honor!
Judge:
What I'm asking you is, what does that evidence have to do with anything?! 
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! You don't even have an answer for me?! Your silence will be rewarded with a penalty. 
Phoenix:
(The culprit was afraid Orla could somehow reveal what she witnessed... ...and that's why they did what they did. I have to present evidence to prove that!)
Leads back to:
"...That evidence that proves the culprit thought Orla was a dangerous witness!"
Phoenix:
The defense would like to submit this evidence.
Judge:
What's that? It looks like some sort of medicine...
Phoenix:
It's a sleeping drug, Your Honor, a very powerful one. The sleeping drug was discovered in Orla's stomach yesterday. The culprit tried to drown Orla by putting her into a deep sleep!
Judge:
Tried to drown the orca?! B-But... why? 
Blackquill:
Wright-dono... are you trying to tell this court... ...that the perpetrator tried to kill the orca off to prevent a witness from talking?! Do you really expect to defeat me with that feeble attack?!
Phoenix:
My sword has been drawn. I'm not about to sheathe my evidence now. Orcas have an enormous potential for intelligence. The possibility that Orla could somehow manage to reveal the truth can't be denied. The culprit believed in this possibility... and that's why they tried to kill her! ............Dr. Herman Crab. You purchased this sleeping drug, didn't you?
Crab:
!
Judge:
Wh-What?! Does this mean the veterinarian tried to do away with the orca?!
Phoenix:
Who but a veterinarian would better know how to disguise an orca's death? He could even prevent the police from examining Orla's body!
Crab:
............Why, you... Are you actually accusing me of trying to murder the orca?! HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU slander the noble profession of VETERINARIAN?! 
Athena:
Eeeeeeek!
Phoenix:
(E-Eeek...!)
Judge:
My goodness! One could cut the tension in this courtroom with a knife.
Crab:
YES! I admit to purchasing that sleeping drug! However............ it was subsequently stolen from my lab.
Athena:
That's such a flimsy excuse!
Crab:
It's the truth. What else can I say? Any one of the crew members could have entered my lab. 
Phoenix:
(I guess that weakens my evidence quite a bit...)
Crab:
...Besides, think about it for a minute. Who was it that treated Orla after she swallowed the drug? It was I! 
Phoenix:
But as I recall, it took you quite a while to give that treatment. You didn't even come on your own. We had to go get you.
Crab:
............Son of a gun. You just remember all sorts of little details, don't you, Mr. Lawyer?
Blackquill:
The orca pool and the lab are far apart. It's little wonder he didn't know Orla's condition.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Didn't know...? That's highly doubtful. As far apart as they were, Dr. Crab still had a way to know all about Orla's condition. The defense would like to submit evidence that the witness knew about Orla's condition.
Present TORPEDO Data
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The TORPEDO..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Crab:
You're on fire, Mr. Lawyer. It's too bad you're wrong. I couldn't tell the condition of a sardine with that, let alone an orca!
Phoenix:
Urk... No, huh...?
Judge:
What happened to your fire now, Mr. Wright? Let me rekindle it... with a penalty!
Phoenix:
(No matter how far away Dr. Crab may have been, there's one piece of evidence... ...that should have allowed him to realize Orla's condition!)
Leads back to:
"The defense would like to submit evidence that the witness knew about Orla's condition."
Phoenix:
The TORPEDO...
Crab:
Gah! You just had to bring that up, didn't you?!
Phoenix:
With this advanced data system, surely you would have known Orla's condition! 
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
...Wait just one minute. What is this "TORPEDO"?
Judge:
Dr. Crab! How dare you bring a weapon of mass destruction into my courtroom!
Phoenix:
The TORPEDO, or "TeleObservation Realtime PErtinent Data Organizer," is a data system. Until yesterday, only Dr. Crab and Mr. Shipley knew about the TORPEDO. It isn't legally approved in this country, so it was kept secret from the police.
Judge:
I-It's illegal?! Dr. Crab! I demand an explanation!
Crab:
............Son of a gun! You and your big mouth, Mr. Lawyer! Yes, it's true... I'm using an illegal system to monitor the creatures at the aquarium. The system uses sensors like these, and, yes, there's one in the orca pool, too. These sensors send sound waves through the water to gather data on the creatures. If it finds abnormalities in their condition, the TORPEDO alerts me with a sound.
Judge:
Oh, my goodness! How very high-tech! But if it's illegal, I will not turn a blind eye. This matter will be appropriately dealt with at a separate time. Now then, Mr. Wright. Please continue.
Phoenix:
With the TORPEDO, I'm sure Dr. Crab noticed the danger Orla was in... ...but he made no attempt to come to her aid on his own! And the reason for that is... that Dr. Crab wanted Orla dead!
Crab:
............The TORPEDO didn't give me a warning message. That's why I didn't know there was anything wrong with Orla. The sensor in the orca pool wasn't working during the police's investigation.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Can you prove that statement?!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
............Heh heh. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(Wh-What's with him?) 
Athena:
I guess this is all so high-tech for Prosecutor Blackquill that it's making him a little "funny." 
Blackquill:
"Funny"...? Yes, I find this all very "funny." Witness, those "sensors" send sound waves through the water, correct? But what if there isn't any water?
Crab:
Then they wouldn't work. They would automatically switch off.
Blackquill:
I see... And where is the sensor in the orca pool located? 
Crab:
I don't know. Jack is the one who attached it for me.
Blackquill:
You don't know? Then I will tell you. The police found a sensor just like the one you just showed us. They found it attached to the table at the bottom of the pool. 
Phoenix:
Table...? Do you mean the table in this photograph?
Blackquill:
That's right. ............Don't you get it yet, Wright-dono? The table is on the skull rock side of the partition. It's affixed to the bottom of the pool, and can't be moved. 
Judge:
Oh! And so if the water was drained from the skull rock side of the pool...!
Blackquill:
Precisely. Without water, the TORPEDO sensor would not work. Witness, when did that sensor automatically switch off?
Crab:
Hang on. I'll look it up. The only times lately were during cleaning two days ago and the investigation yesterday. Of course I knew the pool would be drained while they cleaned it... ...but I had no idea they drained it for the investigation. No one let me know. That's why I didn't know about Orla's condition yesterday. 
Phoenix:
(So Dr. Crab really did want to save Orla...?)
Blackquill:
Heh heh. Did you hear that, Wright-dono? Yes, the water can be drained without harm to the orca if the partition is used. But if the water is drained from the skull rock side, the sensor turns itself off. If the sensor was always on except for during the cleaning and the investigation... ...it means there must have been water in the pool at all other times. It was never drained. In other words... no one but the defendant could have committed the crime!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! This completely shatters the defense's argument!
Phoenix:
Ggg... B-B-But... The fact still remains that Orla was nearly killed with Dr. Crab's sleeping drug!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
But aren't you forgetting one important question? When was the sleeping drug given to the orca?
Phoenix:
...You're right. That hasn't been discussed yet, has it?
Blackquill:
The orca pool is the scene of the murder. The police were there all day yesterday. The only way to give the drug to the orca undetected is to put it in her food. Yesterday, someone gave the orca food during the trial.
Judge:
Someone did? I'm afraid I don't remember that.
Blackquill:
You don't remember? You're not THAT old yet, are you? ............It was the defendant, Sasha Buckler!
Phoenix:
Aaaaagh!
Judge:
Hmm... So that is the orca that stands accused, is it?
Orla:
Fwee, fweet!
Phoenix:
(Aw. She's waving her flipper at us. Maybe she's cheering us on?)
Buckler:
Orla, wish Phoenix and Athena luck!
Orla:
Fweeeet!
Judge:
So your argument is that Ms. Buckler is the one who gave the orca the drug?
Blackquill:
The prosecution's argument hasn't changed. Buckler made the victim fall to his death and then manipulated the orca to pin it on her. Still not satisfied, she further planned to kill the orca with the sleeping drug!
Phoenix:
(Hmm. I didn't hear any reports of Dr. Crab feeding Orla... Maybe he didn't have a hand in Orla's attempted murder after all... But is there anybody else who could've fed Orla, besides Sasha?)
Judge:
Hmm. If it's true the defendant is the one who fed the sleeping drug to the orca... ...then that places even more suspicion on her than ever.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defense objects to the prosecution's claims!
Blackquill:
Well, well. You still haven't admitted defeat?
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Blackquill. I don't appreciate the way you only mention the parts that are convenient for you.
Blackquill:
............Hmph.
Judge:
What do you mean by that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
The prosecutor failed to mention that Ms. Buckler wasn't the only one who fed Orla! As you will all recall, there was another person who gave Orla food.
Athena:
O-Oh! You mean, that person...?
Phoenix:
(Looks like Athena remembers now, too.)
???:
Congrats, Sasha!
Orla:
Fwee, fweet!
???:
This is to celebrate! Eat it all up!
Orla:
Fwee, fwee, fweet!
Athena:
Oh, Mr. Wright! No...
Phoenix:
(I don't want to believe it, either, but we can't ignore the truth... The other person who fed Orla during the trial was...)
Present Marlon Rimes profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please recall when Orla was found not guilty yesterday."
Present Sasha Buckler profile
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The person who feed [sic] Orla was... Sasha Buckler!
Blackquill:
............That's what I've been saying all along! After the orca was falsely accused, the defendant planned to kill the orca. 
Phoenix:
Oh, wait a minute...! I, uh... Huh? I was just trying to, er... confirm... that the defendant ALSO fed the orca...!
Judge:
That was already clearly established, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ugh... It was just a simple attempt at confirmation, Your Honor... (But there WAS another person who fed Orla during the trial...) 
Leads back to:
"The other person who fed Orla during the trial was..."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
I don't remember that person feeding the orca. 
Phoenix:
...Oops. Uh, my finger slipped.
Judge:
You'll receive a penalty for that, Mr. Wright. 
Phoenix:
(But, other than Sasha... ...there was one other person who fed Orla during the trial...) 
Leads back to:
"The other person who fed Orla during the trial was..."
Phoenix:
Please recall when Orla was found not guilty yesterday. ...Marlon Rimes gave the orca a large quantity of food. If the sleeping drug was mixed in with that food... ...it could be given to the orca without arousing police suspicion!
Judge:
N-Now that you mention it, I do remember that flip-flopper feeding the orca!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph! So you remembered, did you? I see the time for a true sword fight has come. I call Marlon Rimes to the stand!
Crab:
............Mr. Lawyer. Both Miss Orca Lover and Marlon Rimes are important members of our crew. I don't want to suspect either of them, but I'm ready to accept whatever truth you find. Here. Take this. 
Phoenix:
! That charm...!
Athena:
It's the charm that matches the one Azura Summers had, isn't it? So you and Ms. Summers WERE romantically involved, weren't you, Dr. Crab? 
Crab:
What? No, of course not. Sorry to disappoint you, but this doesn't belong to me. At the time, I thought it was Azura's, so I grabbed it... ...But it wasn't hers. Now it's up to you, Mr. Lawyer, to figure out whose charm it is.
Phoenix:
...I will. Thank you, Dr. Crab.
Crab:
After all, I'm interested in the outcome of this trial, too...
Judge:
Now, then. Please summon Marlon Rimes to the witness stand!
Rimes:
Wh-What's going on? What's everybody makin' that face for? I haven't been watchin' the trial and nobody's told me anythin'.
Judge:
Marlon Rimes. You are under suspicion for the attempted murder of the orca.
Rimes:
............ I see... Well, if it's already out... 
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Rimes...? (Is he really going to admit it?) 
Rimes:
Fine. I'll tell the truth.
Witness Testimony
-- The Truth -- 
Rimes:
Sasha is lyin' to protect that orca.
At 3:30 AM on the 20th, there was still water in the orca pool.
The incident happened before the orca was moved to the show pool!
Orla killed the captain by bashin' him 30 feet high and makin' him slam down on the water!
So I thought the orca should pay the consequences.
Judge:
Now we're back to the orca again?!
Phoenix:
(............ I did not see THAT testimony coming...) 
Athena:
Now wait just one minute! Yesterday, Orla was proven innocent! Besides, you said Orla was in the show pool during the cleaning!
Rimes:
I didn't wanna sell Sasha out... That's I didn't tell the truth... But the fact is, all three of us--Sasha, the captain and me--were cleanin' the pool room.
Athena:
But Dr. Crab and Ms. Buckler both said you were at the show stage...!
Rimes:
...Well, the only thing Dr. Crab knew about the cleanin' was what I told him. I didn't give him a whole lot of details, either. Maybe he misunderstood. And Sasha is lyin' to protect the orca. She can't tell the truth. Sasha put blood on the skull rock herself to make a fake bloodstain. I think it's pretty brave of her to let herself get arrested to protect the orca. 
Athena:
Mr. Rimes! How can you lie like that?!
Rimes:
It's the truth! Besides, wouldn't it be better for you if I wasn't lyin'? If the orca did it, you win your case!
Athena:
What?!
Judge:
............ This is all very hard to believe... ...but if Mr. Rimes's story is true... ...Ms. Buckler would be innocent, and the orca would be the killer.
Phoenix:
! (Meaning, if we turned our backs on Orla... ...we could save Sasha...?!) 
Blackquill:
Having a witness lie to save your own client? What a dirty, underhanded tactic, Wright-dono!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Yesterday, the defense proved Orla was not guilty. We have no intention of going back on our assertions now!
Rimes:
What are ya sayin', Mr. Wright?! All ya gotta do is admit the orca did it, and Sasha goes free! Isn't a lawyer supposed to act in his client's best interest?! 
Phoenix:
But that wouldn't be acting in her interest. Ms. Buckler believes Orla is innocent. And we, of course, believe that Ms. Buckler herself is innocent, too. Acting in the client's best interest is an important part of our job as lawyers. Using dirty means to win a verdict would destroy our client's faith in us.
Athena:
That's right! We believe in both Ms. Buckler's AND Orla's innocence!
Rimes:
Huh?! I just don't understand how ya can treat a human and an orca equally. Sasha or the orca? You can only save one of them!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. I don't know about that. I think I can save them both. All I have to do is disprove your testimony!
Rimes:
Oh, yeah? Then go ahead and try.
Phoenix:
I will do just that. (If I can't tear down his testimony, I won't be able to save both of them. I have to find a weak spot and start tearing!) 
Cross Examination
-- The Truth --
Rimes: 
Sasha is lyin' to protect that orca.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What exactly do you claim Ms. Buckler is lying about?!
Rimes:
Sasha put that bloodstain on the skull rock and stuff herself, as false evidence. She left fake traces to try and save the orca! 
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Witness, if you keep talking nonsense, I will seal your mouth shut. 
Phoenix:
The defense supports the prosecution's idea!
Rimes:
But, Mr. Wright! My testimony helps your client! You oughta be happy... 
Phoenix:
I want to save both Orla and Ms. Buckler. I won't accept anything less. Now that that's understood, please continue with your testimony.
Rimes:
............Fine.
Rimes: 
At 3:30 AM on the 20th, there was still water in the orca pool.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
When the victim was killed, how much water was in the pool?
Rimes:
It was before the pool was drained for cleanin', so it was full.
Phoenix:
You went into the orca pool room and saw this yourself? Dr. Crab said that you were at the show stage. 
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
But it's possible that Dr. Crab was misinformed or that he misunderstood. The witness already explained this. Why are you taking this meaningless tack? If you want to play games, Taka here would be more than happy to "play" with you.
Taka:
Graaaaaw!
Athena:
We'd better be careful how we press the witness. Taka is watching us like a hawk...
Blackquill:
Witness. Continue.
Rimes: 
The incident happened before the orca was moved to the show pool!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you're saying the incident took place before the cleaning began?
Rimes:
Yeah, I guess so. The captain, Sasha and I were gonna do the cleanin' together. It's much more efficient than tryin' to have just one person do it alone. 
Blackquill:
In the defense's case, however, more lawyers means simply... more lawyers. Nothing more. 
Athena:
What?! You're one to talk! All you have on your side is a cantankerous bird!
Judge:
What about me?! I'm up here all alone!
Rimes:
...Are you people done?
Blackquill:
Hmph. You need the witness to keep you focused? For shame, Wright-dono.
Phoenix:
(Hey, I was the only one who kept my mouth shut!) 
Rimes:
...Anyway, the incident happened in the orca pool before the cleanin' got started.
Rimes: 
Orla killed the captain by bashin' him 30 feet high and makin' him slam down on the water!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Can an orca even do that? Send a person flying up into the air like that?
Rimes:
Yup. Of course. I've seen orcas bashin' seals 60 feet into the air. So, naturally, Orla could do that to the captain, too. 
Judge:
What a frightening thought! And you mention it so casually, Mr. Rimes...
Rimes:
Well, what else can I say? It's the truth. 
Phoenix:
(Mr. Rimes is claiming that Orla killed the victim by sending him flying into the air... ...but would something like that even be possible in the orca pool room? There's something about that statement that bothers me...) 
Judge:
And so you witnessed the moment the victim was killed by the orca, is that right?
Rimes:
Exactly.
Present Shipley's Data
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"When lies are piled on top of each other, contradictions start to emerge."
Rimes: 
So I thought the orca should pay the consequences.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And that's why you put the sleeping drug in Orla's food!
Rimes:
Ahoy! Yo! Yo! Yo ho hooooo! Sasha could be found guilty if we let her be! But if the orca died, Sasha could go free! I thought if the orca was already dead, Sasha might tell the truth and free herself. It might seem cruel, but a man-killin' animal has to be put down!
Phoenix:
The culprit must have tried to do away with Orla because she was a witness to the crime. But if Mr. Rimes is the culprit... why would he try to protect Sasha?
Athena:
Hmm... I'm sensing some very complex emotions from Mr. Rimes... I need more information before I can do a proper analysis!
Phoenix:
(If I'm going to tear down his testimony, then I guess I have to present evidence.)
Phoenix:
Of course we don't believe Mr. Rimes's testimony...
Athena:
But he's suggesting the murder took place in the orca pool... Unless we can disprove that, we won't be able to save both Orla and Sasha.
Phoenix:
When lies are piled on top of each other, contradictions start to emerge. ............This time is no different.
Rimes:
Are ya sayin' there's some kind of inconsistency in my testimony?
Phoenix:
That's exactly what I'm saying. You claimed that the victim was sent flying about 30 feet into the air. But the autopsy report states the cause of death was thought to be from a 65-foot fall.
Rimes:
What?!
Phoenix:
Additionally, in your testimony a moment ago... ...you said, "At 3:30 AM on the 20th, there was still water in the orca pool." The pool is about 65 feet deep and there's about 30 feet between the water and ceiling. If the pool was full of water as you claimed... ...it would be impossible for the victim to fall about 65 feet, as the autopsy states.
Rimes:
Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
(Mr. Rimes claimed he was in the orca pool room so he could make these statements. But the truth must be he was at the show stage, just as Dr. Crab and Sasha testified!)
Judge:
Hmm... I believe that brings us back around to "the orca didn't do it."
Blackquill:
............I didn't believe the witness's testimony from the outset. I am grateful to you, Wright-dono, for shutting the witness up. As I thought, the only person who could have killed the victim is Sasha Buckler. That fact still remains, whether the witness was the one who tried to kill the orca or not.
Rimes:
Son of a...
Phoenix:
(Mr. Rimes was right about one thing. His testimony WAS advantageous to our case. But pointing out the contradiction in his statement will only drive us into a corner...)
Judge:
As Prosecutor Blackquill said, suspicion against Ms. Buckler is now deepened.
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh! If I don't do something fast, the judge is going to find Sasha guilty!)
Athena:
M-Mr. Wright! Isn't there anything we can do? There has to be a way to prove Sasha is innocent!
Phoenix:
(At a time like this............ the thing to do is turn my thinking around! Instead of trying to prove that Sasha couldn't have done it... ...I have to think about what made it possible for somebody else to have done it. As long as the crime scene is the orca pool room... ...then Sasha is the only one who could have committed the crime.)
Blackquill:
............No need for pity, Your Baldness. Just finish him off with a swift verdict.
Judge:
It appears the defense has no objections. Very well. I will give my verdict--
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please hold off on that verdict!
Judge:
But you were so quiet, Mr. Wright. Do you have something to say now?
Phoenix:
The defense has a counterargument!
Judge:
Y-You do?!
Blackquill:
Hmph... Pitiful. Such desperation. You look pale. Are you sure you're prepared to make this counterargument?
Phoenix:
("A lawyer is someone who smiles no matter how bad it gets..." I'll never forget those words, no matter how many years go by. Even though it's probably just a bluff, I'll give it to them with a smile!) ...What if the scene of the crime was somewhere else?
Judge:
The scene of the crime?
Rimes:
Somewhere else...?
Blackquill:
What? You're finding fault with the police investigation now?
Phoenix:
As I understand, the prosecution's argument is as follows. The scene of the crime was the orca pool room. Only the defendant and victim entered that room when there was no water in the pool. Therefore, only the defendant could have committed the crime.
Blackquill:
...That is correct.
Phoenix:
But of the scene of the crime was NOT the orca pool room... ...then somebody other than the defendant could have committed the crime!
Athena:
A-Are you sure you know where you're going with this?!
Phoenix:
I might not be too sure, but I can't back down now!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... I hope that I'm wrong, but this isn't one of your bluffs, by any chance...?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha! Of course not! (...The judge knows me far too well.)
Judge:
And do you have a theory on where the actual scene of the crime was?
Phoenix:
Yes, of course! (Think, Phoenix! Think! Think of a place--other than the orca pool room--where one could fall to one's death!)
Judge:
Then, by all means, please share your theory with the court! Where was the real scene of the murder?
Present Show Pool
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The show stage pool might have been drained of water at some point as well!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
THIS was the actual scene of the murder!
Judge:
Really? Do you actually believe the victim was killed there?
Phoenix:
Well, when you put it like that... my response would have to be... a definite "maybe."
Judge:
In that case... you will definitely be getting a penalty. No "maybe" about it.
Phoenix:
Ack...! This time, I promise to point out the true scene of the murder, Your Honor! 
Judge:
You sound very sure of yourself for a man who just received a penalty. I hope you are right this time.
Leads back to:
"Where was the real scene of the murder?"
Phoenix:
The show stage pool might have been drained of water at some point as well! And, if so, it would be just as possible to fall to one's death there as the orca pool!
Blackquill:
............Wright-dono. What you're doing is a disgrace to your profession. I sincerely hope you have some basis for what you're suggesting!
Phoenix:
O-Of course I do! (I will... as soon as I think of something...!)
Blackquill:
The victim's body was found in the orca pool! How do you explain that?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How about if, after the victim was killed in the show stage pool... ...his body was moved to the orca pool...?
Judge:
"How about if..." What kind of presentation of your argument is that?! You had better have a reasonable explanation of how the body was moved! 
Phoenix:
(There's no turning back now! I have to think of a way the body could've been moved! Was there something at the scene that could've been used to move the body?) 
Present hoist
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The hoist runs between the orca pool room and the show stage."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
Totally misguided, completely wrong and astonishingly foolish!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Blackquill:
How could anyone move a body with that?! 
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please make it a habit to think before you speak!
Phoenix:
(Even though the two pools aren't all that far apart... ...it would still be pretty hard to carry a body all that distance. So the culprit must've used some kind of tool to move the body.) 
Leads back to:
"Was there something at the scene that could've been used to move the body?"
Phoenix:
The hoist runs between the orca pool room and the show stage. The stretcher can be hung from the hoist to move things like Orla or the skull rock. The stretcher could also have been used to move the dead body! 
Judge:
Hmm. Yes, if the stretcher can move the orca or the skull rock... ...it seems likely it could also move a dead body as well.
Phoenix:
(Wow! Somehow, that worked! I just might be able to pull this off!) If the show pool was the scene of the crime, somebody else could have done it!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. You desperately spew conjecture and now you even make up a crime scene? 
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
Eeeeeeeeeeek!
Athena:
Not again?!
Blackquill:
You don't have the soul of a warrior. You don't deserve to be on the battlefield! And even your fabrication is half-baked. It's a disgrace! 
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean, "half-baked"?
Blackquill:
The hoist can be operated from the orca pool room only.
Phoenix:
Gah... 
Blackquill:
And the only person who entered the orca pool room was the defendant. So even if the body was moved... ...the only one who could have moved it was the defendant herself!
Phoenix:
NAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
Order...! So it comes back to the defendant, no matter which pool it was?
Phoenix:
(Meaning... I can't clear Sasha either way...? Sasha said she moved Orla and the skull rock... ...and I believe her. So could it be possible that she moved the body herself without being aware of it?!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright? Do you have an objection to Prosecutor Blackquill's claim?
Phoenix:
(Do I have an objection to the claim that the defendant moved the body?)
You bet I have one!
Phoenix:
The defense has an objection!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. All right, fine. Let's hear this "objection," then. 
Phoenix:
Er... well... My objection is... (I can't admit I hadn't thought of one...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you just FELT like saying you had an objection, didn't you?
Phoenix:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Well, I just FEEL like giving you a penalty!
Blackquill:
The hoist could only be operated from the orca pool room. Furthermore, the defendant is the only one who entered the orca pool room. Therefore, the defendant is the only one who could have moved the body. 
Phoenix:
(There are no inconsistencies in Prosecutor Blackquill's claim itself. But the only things Sasha moved are Orla and the skull rock. So that must mean... Sasha moved the body without realizing it...) ...I admit, I don't see any problems with Prosecutor Blackquill's claim per se... 
Leads to:
"Ms. Buckler must have been the one who moved the body..."
I have no objections
Phoenix:
I have............ no objections.
Leads to:
"Ms. Buckler must have been the one who moved the body..."
Phoenix:
Ms. Buckler must have been the one who moved the body...
Blackquill:
Wh-What?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Are you admitting the defendant committed the murder?!
Phoenix:
...No. I'm simply conceding that she was the only one who could have moved the body. However, I contend Ms. Buckler was not aware that is what she was doing. The culprit made her move it, unbeknownst to her!
Judge:
The defendant moved a dead body without recognizing that it was a dead body? How could that be possible?!
Phoenix:
(The body was found in the orca pool. It must have been moved there somehow. I might find some kind of hint in the things she moved with the stretcher!) The culprit made Ms. Buckler move the body along with this piece of evidence!
Present Skull Rock
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The skull rock...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Y-You're claiming the defendant moved the body with that?!
Phoenix:
It might seem surprising, but it's true.
Blackquill:
...Hmph. It's not "surprising." It's "absurd," which is no surprise, coming from you. 
Judge:
I'm afraid I have to agree. Indeed, there's nothing else to call it but "absurd."
Phoenix:
(Oops. Looks like I got it wrong. The only two things Sasha moved are Orla and the skull rock. Why was Orla ramming the skull rock? There must be an answer that explains everything!) Your Honor! Please let me give that another try!
Leads back to:
"The culprit made Ms. Buckler move the body along with this piece of evidence!"
Judge:
The skull rock...?
Phoenix:
Ms. Buckler told me yesterday that she moved the skull rock when she was cleaning. The only two things Ms. Buckler moved to the orca pool are Orla and the skull rock. I would like to suggest that the victim's body may have been inside the skull rock!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat?!
Blackquill:
!
Phoenix:
Hidden inside the rock, the body could have been moved to the orca pool with the hoist. At the show stage, Marlon Rimes loaded up the skull rock, with the body inside... ...and then he used the walkie-talkie to let Ms. Buckler know the rock was loaded. Ms. Buckler operated the hoist from the orca pool room and moved the stretcher! She moved the rock without knowing the body was inside!
Judge:
Do you really think there's enough space inside the skull rock to place a body?
Phoenix:
The Swashbuckler flyer indicates it could be possible. Please focus on the question at the bottom left.
Judge:
Oh! It says, "Who will obtain the gold coins hidden in the skull rock?!" Hmm. In that case, I suppose the rock is most likely hollow.
Phoenix:
What's more, if the body was inside the skull rock... ...it explains the remaining unanswered questions.
Judge:
Such as...?
Phoenix:
Please take a look at the security footage of the scene Ms. DePlume witnessed. Where did the body that Ms. DePlume saw come from? Please recall... What was Orla doing to the skull rock at this time? She was head-butting it.
Judge:
Oh!
Phoenix:
That's right. Orla's ramming released the body from the skull rock! The body had been placed inside the skull rock and moved there from the show stage. I assert that the real murder scene was, in fact, the show stage pool!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph! What rubbish is this now? You don't have a single scrap of evidence!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It's easy enough to verify what I say. Take a look inside the skull rock for yourself! You should find some kind of proof that the body was there. Blood, fibers, hair...
Blackquill:
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Wright-dono...!
Athena:
Mr. Wright! Th-That was incredible! You turned things completely around! And to think! It all started with that half-baked bluff, too!
Phoenix:
Whew! That was a close one! (Did you really have to add that last bit?)
Judge:
If the murder took place at the show stage, then who is the perpetrator?
Phoenix:
It is, naturally, the person who was at the show stage.
Rimes:
............
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes... Weren't you the one who loaded the skull rock onto the stretcher at the show stage?
Rimes:
........................ ............Heh heh. Wow, Mr. Wright. That was some pretty smart brain work ya did there. To be honest, I never thought you could figure it out... I tried to protect myself, but I guess it came back to bite me...
Judge:
Are you confessing you gave false testimony before, Mr. Rimes?! That's perjury!
Rimes:
Yeah... What Mr. Wright says is true. The body WAS inside the skull rock. And it's true the captain was killed in the show pool, too.
Phoenix:
(What? He's admitting it that easily?!)
Rimes:
This time, I'm gonna tell ya the whole truth about what happened that day!
Witness Testimony
-- The Whole Truth -- 
Rimes:
In the show pool, the orca shot the captain up into the air!
Then the captain came down and slammed into the water!
I can still remember the spectators' screams clearly...
All Sasha did was move the body! She was tryin' to protect the orca.
When Ms. DePlume witnessed the orca findin' the body, I freaked.
Judge:
Hmm... So now we're back to the orca again, I see!
Blackquill:
If you were going to give testimony like that, why did I bother putting you on the stand?
Rimes:
All I'm doin' is tellin' the truth! That day, Sasha wanted to do the old version of the Swashbuckler Spectacular. So I suggested she hide the body in the skull rock and move it to the orca pool. I was gonna figure out what to do with the body after the show was over. The orca is the one that killed the captain! It wasn't me, and it wasn't Sasha!
Phoenix:
(So it was Mr. Rimes's idea to hide the body in the skull rock? But if Mr. Rimes is the culprit, why would he protect Sasha? False charges against Sasha would mean he himself would escape suspicion. So why...?)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, how about if you leave this to me?
Phoenix:
Athena! Do you mean... you heard something?!
Athena:
Yup, noise! Discord in Mr. Rimes's heart.
Phoenix:
So that means, somewhere in his testimony, there's an inconsistency in his emotions... All right, Athena! Give him a good counseling session!
Athena:
You got it, Boss! Huh? What's this?
Phoenix:
What are you getting, Athena?
Athena:
...Hmm... This testimony is pretty complex. Feelings of deep sadness and intense anger are being called up. Those two emotions appear to be running out of control!
Phoenix:
Out-of-control emotions...? Is that going to be a problem?
Athena:
We'll have to probe their cause if we want to get to his true emotions and testimony. There might even be odd or unnatural spots in his testimony he isn't even aware of.
Phoenix:
All right. Let's probe the cause of his out-of-control emotions, then!
Athena:
I'll explain how to probe. Let's find the root cause together. When you see something off in a statement, tap the Probe button! Next, point to what's causing Mr. Rimes's out-of-control emotions. Finally, tap Probe to complete the process! When emotions are out of control, memories can be recalled incorrectly. If you still haven't found anything after all the statements and images, I'll help.
Phoenix:
Great! All right. I'll get started comparing the statements with the images.
Rimes:
In the show pool, the orca shot the captain up into the air!
Probe Orla
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, you're angry with Orla, aren't you?
Rimes:
Angry? At an orca? Why would I be? If ya think I have some reason to be mad, then show me some proof.
Phoenix:
(Do I have proof that Mr. Rimes has a reason to be mad...?) 
I've got your proof!
Phoenix:
I've got your proof right here! Uh, somewhere... I'm just not sure where at the moment...
Rimes:
You're accusin' me without any proof? That's low, man. If ya wanna fight with just words, why not settle this with a rap battle? 
Phoenix:
Um, no, thanks. Maybe some other time... (Well, THIS isn't working... If I can't uncover the reason for his anger, I'd better think of a new approach.)
Um... No?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid I don't have any proof. (I'd better think of a different approach.)
Rimes:
Then the captain came down and slammed into the water!
Rimes:
I can still remember the spectators' screams clearly...
Probe Audience
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"I doubt there were any spectators there at the show stage when the owner died."
Rimes:
All Sasha did was move the body! She was tryin' to protect the orca.
Rimes:
When Ms. DePlume witnessed the orca findin' the body, I freaked.
Probe Orla
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, you're angry with Orla, aren't you?
Rimes:
Angry? At an orca? Why would I be? If ya think I have some reason to be mad, then show me some proof.
Phoenix:
(Do I have proof that Mr. Rimes has a reason to be mad...?) 
I've got your proof!
Phoenix:
I've got your proof right here! Uh, somewhere... I'm just not sure where at the moment...
Rimes:
You're accusin' me without any proof? That's low, man. If ya wanna fight with just words, why not settle this with a rap battle? 
Phoenix:
Um, no, thanks. Maybe some other time... (Well, THIS isn't working... If I can't uncover the reason for his anger, I'd better think of a new approach.)
Um... No?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid I don't have any proof. (I'd better think of a different approach.)
Phoenix:
What could be the cause of his out-of-control sadness and anger?
Athena:
It'd be hard to find them both at the same time. Let's concentrate on probing just one. He did make one odd statement I was wondering about... I highly doubt there were any spectators at the scene of the crime.
Phoenix:
Hey, good point! That just doesn't fit. 
Phoenix: [sic] 
It might be the cause of his out-of-control emotions. Point to the spectators. 
Athena:
Just to be sure, I'll explain how to probe one more time. Tap the Probe button at the statement that seems off! Next, point to what you think is causing his out-of-control emotions, the spectators. Finally, tap Probe again to complete the process!
Phoenix:
I doubt there were any spectators there at the show stage when the owner died. If there had been, those witnesses would've told us the true crime scene right away!
Rimes:
What?! ...Oh, right. Of course. I just made a mistake.
NOISE LEVEL
60%
Athena:
Okay. That made the sadness subside. So maybe the "spectators" part was what was making him sad?
Phoenix:
I wonder why he would make that mistake, saying spectators were there? How strange.
Athena:
The only thing I can think of... is that he was mixing up one memory with another. Like... he was in a similar situation before, and it was deeply imprinted on his heart.
Phoenix:
(A situation where an orca killed somebody and there were spectators there...? Hey! I think I know why he's mixing up his memories... The reason why Mr. Rimes mixed up his memories is...)
Present "The Killer Killer Whale"
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr. Rimes, I think I know what happened."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Could this be the reason Mr. Rimes mixed up his memories?
Athena:
No, I don't think that piece of evidence would make him mix up his memories. 
Phoenix:
No? (Ouch. She dismissed that pretty fast.)
Athena:
Let's look for something that shows he suffered intense emotional pain in the past. 
Phoenix:
(When it comes to psychology, I can really count on Athena! Hmm. An orca attacking somebody in front of spectators... Hey! I think I've got it now!)
Leads back to:
"The reason why Mr. Rimes mixed up his memories is..."
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, I think I know what happened. Could you have been mixing up what happened a year ago with this incident? Maybe that's why you slipped and said the owner was killed in front of spectators?
Rimes:
What?! How did you...?! You're right... I did see the orca kill somebody a year ago... But what about it? I was just one of the spectators.
Athena:
Really? Just another spectator? There must a reason why you feel great sadness about that incident last year.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Stop this nonsensical scrutiny of feelings! Just present evidence to prove your point!
Athena:
Eeep! B-Boss, do we have any kind of evidence that would back us up here?
Phoenix:
Hmm. There IS one piece that comes to mind that might explain his sadness...
Blackquill:
Well?! I'm waiting! Let's see this "evidence" that has to do with Marlon Rimes's sadness!
Present Charm
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Azura Summers died an accidental death one year ago."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence makes it clear why the witness feels great sadness!
Blackquill:
The only thing that piece of evidence made clear is my feeling toward you.
Phoenix:
And what feeling might that be?
Blackquill:
A feeling of complete disgust that you have presented such ridiculous evidence!
Judge:
I'm afraid I feel disgust and sadness, too. 
Phoenix:
Gak! (Looks like I made a mistake there... I have to find some evidence that connects Mr. Rimes to the incident a year ago!)
Blackquill: [sic]
I'll present the correct evidence this time!
Leads back to:
"Let's see this "evidence" that has to do with Marlon Rimes's sadness!"
Phoenix:
Azura Summers died an accidental death one year ago. This is her boyfriend's charm.
Rimes:
H-Hey...! What are ya doin' with that charm?!
Phoenix:
It was found in Rifle's stomach yesterday. Judging by your reaction, I believe this charm belongs to you?
Rimes:
............
Phoenix:
I guess I need to push him just a little harder to make him admit it.
Athena:
When Mr. Rimes said the word "charm," he was very rattled. We'd better examine this charm a little more.
Phoenix:
Good idea. Let's look inside it. ...Huh? What's this? A photograph...? H-Hey, this is... ...Azura Summers and Marlon Rimes!
Athena:
Mr. Rimes, you and Azura Summers... were a couple, weren't you?
Rimes:
Nghhh! So what if we were a couple?! It doesn't have anything to do with the captain's case!
Phoenix:
You believe you saw the orca kill your girlfriend. That's the cause of your sadness. Isn't that emotion of yours connected to the current case? 
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
The only thing you revealed was the witness's relationship with the victim a year ago. What does the witness's past have to do with the case at hand?!
Phoenix:
I don't know yet...
Athena:
But we managed to pinpoint the source of his sadness! Now let's delve into who Mr. Rimes is angry at!
Rimes:
In the show pool, the orca shot the captain up into the air!
Probe Orla
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Mr. Rimes, you're angry with Orla, aren't you?"
Rimes:
Then the captain came down and slammed into the water!
Rimes:
I can still remember the captain's dead body clearly...
Rimes:
All Sasha did was move the body! She was tryin' to protect the orca.
Rimes:
When Ms. DePlume witnessed the orca findin' the body, I freaked.
Probe Orla
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"Mr. Rimes, you're angry with Orla, aren't you?"
Athena:
Now that his out-of-control sadness has subsided, the situation is a little different. Let's think about why he was so intensely angry!
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, you're angry with Orla, aren't you?
Rimes:
Angry? At an orca? Why would I be? If ya think I have some reason to be mad, then show me some proof.
Phoenix:
(Do I have proof that Mr. Rimes has a reason to be mad...?) 
I've got your proof!
Leads to:
"I bet that evidence we just took a look at would come in handy here."
Um... No?
Phoenix:
Hmm... Maybe you don't have a reason to be angry at Orla.
Rimes:
That's right! I like orcas.
Athena:
But I heard discord in Mr. Rimes's heart. Does he really like Orla...?
Phoenix:
(I'd better take a look at the evidence again and see if anything is connected to Rimes.)
Leads back to:
"Do I have proof that Mr. Rimes has a reason to be mad...?"
Phoenix:
(I bet that evidence we just took a look at would come in handy here.) This charm indicates that you were Azura Summers's boyfriend. I'm sure you believe Orla killed your girlfriend a year ago. You lost your girlfriend, and so you've been angry at Orla! 
Rimes:
Ngh............ All right. I'll admit it. I'll never forgive that orca. Azura is dead, and that orca is still swimmin' around, happy as a clam. I became an animal keeper just so I could prove that orca is a killer. You're right! I want that orca to pay! There! Do ya feel good, draggin' up a person's past?! But it still doesn't change anythin'!
NOISE LEVEL30%
Phoenix:
Ack! (He's right...)
Athena:
I disagree. It DOES change things! His out-of-control emotion quieted down. Now we should be able to find out the truth behind that emotion!
Rimes:
In the show pool, the orca shot the captain up into the air!
Rimes:
Then the captain came down and slammed into the water!
Rimes:
I can still remember it clearly...
Rimes:
All Sasha did was move the body! She was tryin' to protect the orca.
Rimes:
When Ms. DePlume witnessed the orca findin' the body, I freaked.
Pinpoint Surprise
Phoenix:
Got it!
Leads to:
"When Ms. DePlume witnessed the orca finding the body, you "freaked"?"
Athena:
According to my analysis, Mr. Rimes is usually a very calm person. Let's see if we can find any inconsistencies between his words and his emotions!
Phoenix:
When Ms. DePlume witnessed the orca finding the body, you "freaked"? Really?
Rimes:
............ What are ya gettin' at?
Phoenix:
With Ms. DePlume as a witness, Orla was guaranteed to be accused of the murder. Didn't it work out exactly as you'd hoped? In order to have Orla put down, you made sure Ms. DePlume witnessed that scene!
NOISE LEVEL0%
BYE BYE
Rimes:
............So ya figured all that out, did ya?
Judge:
M-Mr. Rimes? Are you admitting it?!
Rimes:
I didn't really wanna have to fight anybody but the orca... ...but ya leave me no choice! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Now it's time to get serious! AHOY! WHAT WHAT! YO! YO! YO HO HOOOOOO! AHOY ME MEAT BROTHAS REPRESENT! AVAST YE GRASS EATERS STAY FREE! TAKE ME WORDS N' POP N' IN YO MOUTH! SCURVY GRASS EATERS KNEEL TO ME BEAT! YO! YO! YO HO HOOOOOO! BRO I'M READY FOR THE SHOWDOWN!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Wh-What is going on?! Where did this pirate fellow come from?!
Phoenix:
H-He looks like a completely different person!
Judge:
O-Order! If we don't have order, Prosecutor Blackquill will yell at us!
Blackquill:
............
Phoenix:
(Even Prosecutor Blackquill is at a loss for words...)
Rimes:
So I planned to have that wench be a witness? Heh heh. Arr! Ye caught me out. It be true I thought that orca's murderous ways should be found out! That be why I schemed to have DePlume see the body!
Phoenix:
So you admit it? You deliberately framed Orla?!
Rimes:
............Arr! It be true! But what skin be that off of anybody's nose? That orca be a murderin' scurvy dog! I may have a grudge against that orca, but I always felt grateful toward the cap'n. The orca murdered Azura and the cap'n, so o' course she should walk the plank!
Phoenix:
Gah! (I-I don't have a response to that...!)
Athena:
I agree it wouldn't make any sense for him to kill the owner. Why would he? But his hatred for Orla on the other hand comes through loud and clear.
Phoenix:
(............Wait a minute... If killing Mr. Shipley doesn't make sense, who would it make sense for Rimes to kill? Maybe... my theory has been all wrong...) Your Honor! I think I just became aware of a new fact.
Judge:
Oh? And what is that?
Phoenix:
(Now that we know about Mr. Rimes's intense hatred of Orla... ...it turns the premise we've been arguing under on its ear!) I will now reveal the identity of the individual Mr. Rimes meant to kill from the start!
Present Ora Shipley profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the one the witness meant to kill from the start!
Judge:
R-Really?! ...But why?
Phoenix:
Well, because... Hmm. One can only wonder. 
Judge:
Mr. Wright! How dare you roll the dice when you accuse someone of intent to murder?!
Phoenix:
I-I apologize, Your Honor... I'll do better next time. (Who did Mr. Rimes bear a grudge against? There's only one answer!)
Leads back to:
"I will now reveal the identity of the individual Mr. Rimes meant to kill from the start!"
Judge:
Whaaaaaaaaaaat?! So the witness's intent was to kill the orca?!
Phoenix:
Exactly. The witness's intended victim was not Jack Shipley. From the start, it was all a scheme to kill Orla!
Blackquill:
The orca was his true target? But Jack Shipley is the one who died! The orca is alive and quite well!
Phoenix:
............ (Hmm. He's right... He wanted to kill the orca, and yet it was Jack Shipley who fell to his death. How did that happen? ...Wait a minute...! What if...? What if Mr. Rimes wanting to kill Orla was somehow connected to Mr. Shipley's death?)
Blackquill:
Hmph... At a loss for words, are you? What happened to your bravado of a moment ago? Enough of these reckless words, without any basis in fact!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
They aren't reckless words! The basis for my claim is at the real murder scene... the show pool!
Blackquill:
What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
It's my contention that two incidents happened at the show pool. The attempted murder of the orca, and the victim falling to his death. First of all, in order to kill the orca, Mr. Rimes removed something from the scene. And, by so doing, he made it possible for Mr. Shipley to fall to his death.
Judge:
What did he remove?
Judge: [sic]
This is what Mr. Rimes removed in an attempt to kill Orla!
Present water
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Don't tell me you're trying to claim he tried to kill the orca by draining the pool water?!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
If you could kill a giant orca with that, you would be the king of the ocean! ...Clearly, you lack respect for the sea!
Phoenix:
(Ouch. That remark was as salty as sea water... But wait a minute... Orla is a creature of the sea... And how would one kill a sea creature...? So THAT'S the answer!)
Rimes:
So what be yer answer? Smartly now, Mr. Lawyer! How did I try to kill the orca?
Leads back to:
"This is what Mr. Rimes removed in an attempt to kill Orla!"
Blackquill:
Don't tell me you're trying to claim he tried to kill the orca by draining the pool water?!
Phoenix:
That's exactly what I'm claiming. To help the defendant with the cleaning, Marlon Rimes took charge of Orla... ...with the plan to kill Orla in the show pool! And because the pool water was drained... ...it made it possible for Jack Shipley to fall to his death in the show pool!
???:
Rimes:
Arr! I tried to kill the orca, ye say? Can ye even prove there was nary a drop of water in the pool?! That day, I was simply lookin' after the orca. Why would I have the monstrous thought of killin' it?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You claim you were looking after Orla in the early morning hours of July 20th... ...but I don't think you were doing a very good job of it. After all, Orla wasn't given anything to eat during that time.
Rimes:
How would ye know such a thing?!
Phoenix:
I know because of Orla's record here in the TORPEDO data system. This system continuously records data on the subjects it monitors. From Orla's record, we can tell exactly when she ate... or didn't eat.
Rimes:
Sink me! Nobody ever told me 'bout that dastardly contraption!
Phoenix:
Only a few of the Shipshape Aquarium staff know about this system. According to Orla's record, she never ate in those early morning hours of the 20th. You planned to kill Orla, and that's why you didn't feed her!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph. You're wasting time. What proof do you have of that? Perhaps the orca simply wasn't hungry?
Phoenix:
(Ack, he's right. I don't have any proof...)
Athena:
If Orla simply didn't eat, then that would create an inconsistency. Where did her fish go?
Phoenix:
(Her fish? Good question. Where did it disappear to?)
Blackquill:
Fish? What does it matter? What relevance does it have to the case? Cease this stalling by asking inconsequential questions! Stop delving into the depths of the orca's stomach and delve into the case instead!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But wait! It may seem like a small inconsistency... ...but it's an issue of great importance. (I think.)
Judge:
What are you driving at, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(How could the fish disappear? Somebody must have eaten it... So who came to the show stage and ate Orla's fish? I think I might have a pretty good idea...) I believe there must have been a visitor to the show stage that Mr. Rimes didn't notice.
Blackquill:
............Visitor? Are you trying to introduce yet another suspect at this eleventh hour? If you utter more of your careless remarks, Taka won't look favorably upon it!
Phoenix:
I don't plan to utter any "careless" remarks. (Whether my remarks will actually be related to the case or not, I don't yet know...)
Athena:
Don't worry, Boss. If Taka comes this way, I'll fend him off! But do try to keep your remarks "careful"!
Phoenix:
(Somehow, Orla's fish disappeared... Somebody must've visited the show stage, but who?) This was the visitor to the show stage!
Sasha Buckler
Phoenix:
I believe that Sasha Buckler visited the show stage!
Blackquill:
The defendant...? What basis do you have for that claim?
Phoenix:
The fact that Orla's fish disappeared. Ms. Buckler must have eaten up all of the fish meant for Orla!
Blackquill:
...Is this some kind of jest? Do you actually believe the defendant ate the orca's fish?
Phoenix:
I believe it could be a possibility!
Judge:
...No. No, I don't believe it could.
Phoenix:
(How did Orla's fish disappear? I'd better think about it a little more.)
Leads back to:
"This was the visitor to the show stage!"
Herman Crab
Phoenix:
I believe Dr. Crab visited the show stage!
Blackquill:
...The witness from before? Do you have any basis for that claim?
Phoenix:
The fact that Orla's fish disappeared. He most likely decided to feed Orla some fresher fish... ...and took the old fish away somewhere. 
Blackquill:
"Somewhere"? Where? And where is this "fresher fish" he was going to give her?
Phoenix:
Where...? Yes. Hmm. Good question.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, there is no "question" about "where" this penalty is going!
Phoenix:
(How did Orla's fish disappear? I'd better think about it a little more.)
Leads back to:
"This was the visitor to the show stage!"
Rifle
Leads to:
"I believe Rifle the penguin visited the show stage!"
Phoenix:
I believe Rifle the penguin visited the show stage!
Judge:
First an orca, now a penguin?
Rimes:
Why would ye be sayin' such a thing, Mr. Lawyer? I didn't see Rifle durin' the wee early mornin' hours! Do ye have any proof Rifle visited the show stage? If ye be a lawyer of any salt, show me yer evidence!
Phoenix:
(The bottom of Rifle's feet were pink for some reason... That fact is a clue that Rifle was indeed at the show stage. I have to present that piece of evidence that connects Rifle to the show stage!) Now to prove I'm a lawyer worth my salt! This is the proof that Rifle visited the show stage!
Present Handmade Sign
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Oh, my! What a cute little sign. Look at all of those adorable stars!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Rimes:
No lawyer be I, but even a pirate like me can tell that not be right. Arr! AHOY! WHAT WHAT! YO! YO! YO HO HOOOOOO! DAT EVIDENCE, FAKE. YER A DISGRACE! YE BE SHARK BAIT! GET OUTTA MA FACE!
Judge:
Hmm, yes. I quite agree. That evidence doesn't support your claim, Mr. Wright.
Rimes:
Well, shiver me timbers, Your Honor! Ye have a fair sense of rap music!
Phoenix:
(The bottom of Rifle's feet were pink for some reason... That fact is a clue that Rifle was indeed at the show stage. I have to present that evidence that connects Rifle to the show stage!) ...I promise to present some much more credible evidence this time, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"This is the proof that Rifle visited the show stage!"
Judge:
Oh, my! What a cute little sign. Look at all of those adorable stars!
Phoenix:
These stars are actually starfish. Ms. Buckler painted this sign. In the early morning hours of the 20th, she left this sign at the show stage to dry. Mr. Rimes kept an eye on the sign for Ms. Buckler while the paint was drying.
Rimes:
Aye, that be true! But what be yer point?
Phoenix:
On this sign... ...is proof that Rifle visited the show stage.
Judge:
Proof of the penguin's visit? I'm afraid I don't see it... Where is this proof that the penguin visited the show stage? Please point it out.
Present pink prints at top left
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"A couple of the pink starfish are shaped a little differently from the others."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
What? Does that really prove the penguin visited the show stage?
Phoenix:
It might prove it, but then, on the other hand, it might not. No one can say for sure!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I can say for sure that you are getting a penalty!
Athena:
Ungh... Do you really think this sign proves Rifle was at the show stage?
Phoenix:
I do. If you take a good look, you'll see the marks of her passage. And if you check out Rifle's data in the court record, you'll get another clue.
Judge:
I expect a better answer out of you this time, Mr. Wright. 
Leads back to:
"Where is this proof that the penguin visited the show stage?"
Phoenix:
A couple of the pink starfish are shaped a little differently from the others.
Judge:
Ah, you're right! They look almost like little leaves.
Phoenix:
Rifle had pink paint on the bottom of her feet. These little leaf-like shapes on this sign are actually Rifle's footprints. Rifle made these footprints by walking on the sign before it was dry!
Judge:
Ho ho! What cute little penguin prints!
Blackquill:
So there are footprints... What of them?
Phoenix:
Marlon Rimes was watching over this sign at the show stage while the paint dried. And during that time, the penguin paid a visit. According to the TORPEDO data system... ...we know that Rifle ate something that morning of the 20th. Most likely, Rifle ate the fish meant for Orla that was at the show stage. Orla's snack was a small quantity of fish. Even a penguin could have eaten it all.
Rimes:
Begad! Rifle ate Orla's fish...? Who be ye to say Rifle ate Orla's fish? She could have picked up food anywhere! But that doesn't change the fact that I really WAS at the show stage. After all, I had to help move the skull rock. It couldn't have been moved without me!
Blackquill:
The witness claims he never saw the penguin. How do you explain this contradiction?
Phoenix:
(Both Mr. Rimes and Rifle were at the show stage, but Mr. Rimes didn't see her. So where could Mr. Rimes have been at the time?)
Blackquill:
Wright-dono, if you aren't up to the task... ...I could disprove this witness's testimony for you...
Phoenix:
(If I leave it to Prosecutor Blackquill, Sasha will be declared guilty. I can't let him interrupt this line of reasoning!)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! Let's try to figure out how things looked when Rifle came to the show stage.
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes was at the show stage, keeping an eye on Orla and the sign.
Athena:
And we know it must be true, because he helped move the skull rock.
Phoenix:
And then Rifle came in and walked over the sign...
Athena:
But wouldn't Mr. Rimes notice Rifle if he was right there?
Phoenix:
Well, let's think about where Mr. Rimes could have been... Is there a place in the show stage area from which Rifle couldn't have been seen?
Present water
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"What?! Inside the pool?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Athena:
Do you really think he was there? That doesn't seem right to me, somehow...
Phoenix:
Hmm. Now that you mention it, maybe you're right. 
Athena:
Come on, Mr. Wright! We're all counting on you, here! Try to imagine yourself as a high-powered attorney!
Phoenix:
Okay, I'll do my best. (Um, what's with the "imagine" part?) Okay, let me try to figure out where Mr. Rimes must have been.
Leads back to:
"Is there a place in the show stage area from which Rifle couldn't have been seen?"
Athena:
What?! Inside the pool? But, you're right. If he was inside the pool, he wouldn't have noticed Rifle. So are you saying Mr. Rimes was underwater the whole time Rifle was eating?
Phoenix:
No, not underwater. (When I think about what he was trying to do, the answer is clear. Now I'm finally starting to get the whole picture!)
Blackquill:
Hmph. Just like yesterday... Must you two always be whispering to each other? Why don't you admit that resorting to a penguin will get you nowhere!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Oh, I don't know about that. The fact that Mr. Rimes didn't notice Rifle is such a small inconsistency... ...but it's a key point that proves what Mr. Rimes was trying to do.
Blackquill:
The penguin is a "key point"?
Phoenix:
The show stage pool is very deep. If Rifle came to visit while Mr. Rimes was at the bottom of this pool... ...he would have never noticed Rifle!
Rimes:
...Arrrrr!
Phoenix:
Orcas can be out of the water for a short time without sustaining damage. But if they're out of the water for a long time, they weaken and eventually die. In order to kill Orla, Mr. Rimes had to drain the pool. And while the pool was drained of water, Mr. Shipley fell to his death. The show stage pool is about 65 feet deep, just like the orca pool. Without water in the pool, a person could be made to fall 65 feet.
Blackquill:
............!
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes probably wondered what to do. If he continued with his plan to kill Orla, how would he dispose of Mr. Shipley's body? So he devised a plan to kill two birds with one stone.
Judge:
What? How...?
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes went down to the bottom of the pool and put the victim's body in the rock. He then had Ms. Buckler move the rock and the body together.
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
And the witness made the defendant do this somehow without arousing her suspicion?!
Phoenix:
That's right. Mr. Shipley told Ms. Buckler that she couldn't perform in the new show. Ms. Buckler became upset, and wanted to switch back to the old version of the show. So Mr. Rimes conveniently suggested that she take and hide a prop for the new show. Mr. Rimes then manipulated Orla, using her singing and lifesaver tricks. He schemed to have Orla find the body while Ms. DePlume would be standing witness. He saddled Orla with the false charge of murder so that Orla would be put down!
Blackquill:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Rimes:
Arrrrr............! Raaaaarrr! GRAAAAAAAAARRR!
Judge:
So the fact that the witness didn't see the penguin...?
Phoenix:
...Shows that when Rifle visited the show stage, Rimes was putting the body in the rock. At the bottom of the pool, that is.
Judge:
Who would have thought the presence of a penguin could prove the witness's actions!
Phoenix:
(It's working! Just a little further now and Sasha will be proven not guilty!)
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
If you think you've won this battle, you are sorely mistaken. Your theory is based on the notion that the witness could manipulate the orca. Witness, can you control the orca's actions?
Rimes:
............! Of course not. What kind of bilge be that? I be but a simple animal keeper!
Judge:
If my memory serves... ...wasn't Ms. Buckler the only one who could issue commands to the orca?
Phoenix:
............Ugh...
Blackquill:
Hmph. The judge's blade is sharper than the lawyer's. If you wish to do battle with a witness, you'll need a honed blade. Where is your sword of evidence that Marlon Rimes could manipulate the orca?!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (Rimes had to have manipulated Orla in order for his plan to work. But how can I prove it?)
Judge:
Well, it appears this line of reasoning has become unsustainable...
Athena:
Judge:
Well, it appears that I was mistaken...
Phoenix:
A-Athena?
Athena:
I've analyzed the hearts of all kinds of people. I have enough experience to see when I look into your heart that you haven't given up. So that objection was my way of speaking up for your heart!
Phoenix:
............! (She's right. Why would I become a lawyer again, only to give up? I have to keep fighting!) Athena, thank you. With your help, I've remembered the old "Wright way."
Athena:
The "Wright way"...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I'm not finished with presenting my argument!
Judge:
Hmm. Do you have anything else to ask this witness?
Blackquill:
You've cross-examined all the witnesses and presented all your evidence!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
All the witness...? Hmm. I don't think so. I haven't cross-examined the most important one, the central figure in both cases.
Blackquill:
The central figure...?
Phoenix:
(The one involved in not only the case a year ago, but this current case, too... I've never called her as a witness, but it's time to do so now!)
Judge:
Wh-Who are you talking about? I demand you tell the court immediately! Who is this "central figure" in both cases?
Present Ora Shipley profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The defense calls the central figure in both cases... Orla the orca!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
If that's your "central figure," the one who holds the key to it all... ...then even Taka here could win a "guilty" verdict against you!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Judge:
I have the final say over the verdict. Just as I have final say over assigning penalties.
Phoenix:
(Gah...! But there's no way I can give up now! There's one figure at the heart of both the case a year ago and this recent case... Even if this individual can't speak, she can still help me!)
Judge:
Now, Mr. Wright. Please give us a proper answer this time.
Leads back to:
"Who is this "central figure" in both cases?"
Phoenix:
The defense calls the central figure in both cases... Orla the orca!
Judge:
Y-You intend to cross-examine an orca?!
Rimes:
Arr! Cross-examine an orca? Ye must be addled! It be impossible, says I!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
This absurdity is beyond the pale. How do you expect to question an orca, a creature incapable of speech?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Orla is intricately involved in this case. I have every right to cross-examine her! Besides, even if she can't speak, I think cross-examining her will be invaluable!
Blackquill:
Very well! Do what you will, then! But if you fail to garner anything from this little exercise with the orca... ...I hope you realize the reward for your efforts will be the defendant's guilty verdict!
Phoenix:
............I'm ready and confident.
Athena:
So... Cross-examining Orla, huh? That was a bold move, Boss. Now all we have to do is figure out how Mr. Rimes manipulated Orla!
Phoenix:
That's right. Now it's Orla's turn to help us save Sasha!
Judge:
An orca defendant yesterday, an orca witness today! This is truly unprecedented. But even though this is highly unusual, I'm prepared to allow it. Bailiff! Ready the witness telecast! We'll have a ten-minute recess while the telecast is being set up.
To Be Continued
July 22, 11:21 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Athena:
Leave it to you to think of something like calling Orla, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Well, she's the only one who knows all the answers, after all. I just talked to Pearls, and she said Orla seems to be feeling fine. Now we have to try and figure out how Mr. Rimes manipulated Orla.
Athena:
If we put Mr. Rimes and Orla together, maybe we can get some kind of clue.
Phoenix:
(And I can't forget about that strange set of prints of Rimes's, either...)
Buckler:
I r-EEL-y appreciate your trying to save both Orla and me. I had no idea Marlon hated Orla like that... I feel like I've been shocked by a torpedo ray.
DePlume:
Of course he would hate the killer whale that murdered his girlfriend right in front of him!
Athena:
Oh! Ms. DePlume! You've been watching the trial?
DePlume:
Oh, yes! I came to make a declaration of war!
Phoenix:
A d-declaration of war...?
DePlume:
No matter what the results of today's trial, I will report the truth in my new book. Even if that truth goes against what I wrote in "The Killer Killer Whale."
Crab:
I don't know what the truth is... Not even about what happened a year ago...
Phoenix:
Dr. Crab...
Crab:
Azura died right in front of my eyes, in the middle of a pirate show... She suddenly fell from the orca's back and began to thrash around in pain. The orca was singing a song, and then started head-butting Azura over and over. Finally, the orca took Azura in her mouth and brought her to the side of the pool. Just before she died, Azura was holding her chest, in obvious pain...
Phoenix:
(...She was holding her chest...? Wait a minute... Could it be...?) ...I don't think Orla was to blame for the incident a year ago, either.
Crab:
What?
Phoenix:
I think the cause of Ms. Summers's death might have been... ...her heart condition.
Crab:
Heart condition? What heart condition?! I never heard anything about it!
Phoenix:
Ms. Summers had a prescription with Hickfield Clinic for a heart condition. The orca didn't kill her. I think it's possible her heart condition did!
Buckler:
What?! Azura had a heart condition, too?! I guess she hid it from everybody, just like I did...
Crab:
............! So that means... ...the orca was innocent a year ago, too!
Phoenix:
It's just a theory, but... I think the orca head-butted Azura to check on her... ...and then did the lifesaver trick to rescue her.
Crab:
............So there was no need to put the orca down after all...?
Phoenix:
So... you really did intend to put Orla down...?
Crab:
...No. Jack and I... ...were against such a thing from the start.
Athena:
B-But you said you were going to "euthanize the orca"!
Phoenix:
(Yeah... I've been wondering about that...) Dr. Crab... About this capsule... It's not a poison, but a sleeping drug, right...?
Crab:
That's right. Even if Orla attacks someone... ...or even if the Center for Dangerous Animal Control demands she be put down... ...I never had any intention of killing her. I would use sleeping pills to make it look like she was dead, and then set her free. That's why I purchased so many sleeping capsules.
Athena:
Oh! THAT'S why?
DePlume:
............! I never considered the possibility that that poor woman's death was illness...
Phoenix:
(She seems pretty disturbed to be wrong...)
DePlume:
............I simply want to know the truth. That is why I will tell you who my client is. The day I witnessed the owner's death, I was there at the request of the animal keeper.
Phoenix:
Marlon Rimes...?
DePlume:
That is correct. That day, my client called me to ask me to investigate the orca pool.
Athena:
H-he must have wanted you to witness what Orla was going to do!
Phoenix:
...Why did you decide to tell us this?
DePlume:
My desire to protect my client was standing in the way of the truth. I couldn't allow that. I will be watching to see how this all unfolds. Good luck to you, blue and yellow duo.
Athena:
Well, that was quite a bombshell she just dropped, and so casually, too.
Phoenix:
(That woman really is a free spirit.)
Crab:
Do you remember what you said yesterday, Mr. Lawyer? That you'd expose any secret if it would help save Sasha?
Phoenix:
I remember. It's my duty as a lawyer.
Crab:
Well, I just wanted you to know that I don't blame you for exposing the aquarium's secret. It may put me in hot water, but if it helps save the orca... Let me clue you in on another secret. Focus on the orca's song.
Phoenix:
The orca's song, huh...? (What could he be hinting at?)
Athena:
Oh, Mr. Wright! Looks like it's time!
Phoenix:
All right. Let's go back in.
Athena:
You've got it, Boss! We're gonna go in there and save Sasha and Orla--together!
July 22, 11:30 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 4
Judge:
The court will now reconvene. Is the witness, Ora Shipley, commonly known as "Orla," ready?
Blackquill:
Well, the orca is present, but I highly doubt she understands what's going on.
Orla:
Fweet? Fweeeeet!
Judge:
Ho ho! Just as adorable as yesterday!
Phoenix:
(...I distinctly remember you being afraid of her on several occasions...)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. How do you propose to cross-examine the witness?
Phoenix:
I intend to have the young lady there with Orla help me.
Pearl:
Hello, everyone.
Judge:
That young lady... Didn't I meet her once before, a long time ago?
Phoenix:
Yes, that's Pearl Fey, my old friend.
Judge:
Well, well. Didn't she grow up to be a lovely young lady! Aaaaagh!
Blackquill:
I have no interest in this chit-chat. On with the cross-examination!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! This is all your fault! Why are you dawdling?!
Phoenix:
(How is this my fault?)
Judge:
The court will now hear the testimony of Ora Shipley!
Witness Testimony
-- How Orla was Manipulated -- 
Orla:
Fweet... Fwe fweet. Fwe fwe fweet fwe fweet!
Fwe fwe! *click* Fwe fwe fwe fweet!
*whir* *click* Fweet fweet!
Fweet? Fwe fweeeeet!
Judge:
........................ ............Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
...Do you seriously intend to cross-examine this orca?
Phoenix:
Well, she is a key witness for the defense, after all, sir.
Judge:
Every time you come to my courtroom, you open my eyes to a new way of thinking. It appears this will be another one of those times.
Phoenix:
(Yes! He's given me the go-ahead.) I'd now like to put the witness and Mr. Rimes together to see how he manipulated the orca. (Hopefully, Orla will have some kind of reaction...)
Rimes:
Arr! Fine by me! But naught will happen, I tell ye!
Orla:
Fweet? Fwe fwe fweeeeet!
Athena:
............ Mr. Rimes was right. Nothing happened...
Phoenix:
I guess I shouldn't have expected it to be easy... Hmm. How DID he manipulate her...?
Blackquill:
Wright-dono, I hope you realize... ...that if you can't prove how Rimes manipulated the orca with this cross-exam... ...your defendant will be declared guilty immediately!
Phoenix:
............Yes. I realize that. (This is my last chance. I have to figure out how Rimes commanded Orla to do her tricks!)
Judge:
Please begin your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Cross Examination
-- How Orla was Manipulated --
Orla: 
Fweet... Fwe fweet. Fwe fwe fweet fwe fweet!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix: 
Ms. Shipley! I'm afraid "Fweet fweet fweet" is not going to get us anywhere!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. This is your plan of action? If you are incapable of interpreting orca speech, this entire exercise is folly!
Athena:
Athena:
You leave the interpretation of Orla's heart to me! All right, girl! What you got to say?! Lemme hear it!
Orla:
Fwe? Fwe fweet!
Athena:
............ Oh, Orla! You're so cuuuuute!
Blackquill:
............Wright-dono. Surely you don't intend to continue this farce...?
Phoenix:
...I do. Ms. Shipley, please continue with your testimony.
Present TV Phone
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Sasha told me an interesting story about Ms. Summers..."
Orla: 
Fwe fwe! *click* Fwe fwe fwe fweet!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix: 
Could you interpret that for the court, Ms. Cykes?
Orla:
*whoosh*
Athena:
I'm getting a strong reading of happiness. Maybe she thinks she's doing a show?
Blackquill:
I demand serious witness testimony! This is no time for fun and games! If you continue this mockery, I will subject you to forty lashes with a wet fish.
Athena:
Not a wet noodle? That just sounds... fishy.
Phoenix:
Hey, speaking from experience, anything is better than forty lashes from a whip...
Judge:
The defense will please caution its witness to conduct herself with propriety.
Present TV Phone
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Sasha told me an interesting story about Ms. Summers..."
Orla: 
*whir* *click* Fweet fweet!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix: 
Um... instead of impersonating a one-orca band, could you show us the lifesaver trick?
Athena:
I guess Orla won't do what you want unless you give her the proper signal. ...Ooh, doesn't Orla sing beautifully?!
Blackquill:
Hmph... Taka's singing voice is much more melodic and clear.
Taka:
*Screech!*
Phoenix:
(Meh. Neither one should quit their day job.) Please continue your testimony, Ms. Shipley.
Present TV Phone
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Sasha told me an interesting story about Ms. Summers..."
Orla: 
Fweet? Fwe fweeeeet!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix: 
Hmm. Ms. Shipley seems to want to communicate something...
Orla:
Fweeeeet!
Pearl:
Perhaps she's hungry? 
Phoenix:
Ms. Fey, could you give Ms. Shipley a snack?
Pearl:
Certainly! One moment...
Orla:
Fwe!
Judge:
What a heartwarming scene. It reminds me of my granddaughter with her pet.
Phoenix:
...Wow. Your granddaughter must have a pretty large pet...
Blackquill:
Stop all this pet prattle and get on with the cross-examination!
Present TV Phone
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Sasha told me an interesting story about Ms. Summers..."
Before pressing all statements
Phoenix:
If I could actually communicate with Orla, this case would be solved in an instant.
Athena:
Even if we can't understand what she's saying, at least we can understand her heart! If we can just figure out how Mr. Rimes commanded her, I'm sure Orla will confirm it!
Phoenix:
(How did Mr. Rimes make Orla do those tricks...? We have to find the answer somehow!)
After pressing all statements
Orla:
Fweet fweet fweet!
Judge:
But she's such an adorable creature! I never get tired of looking at her!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
I, on the other hand, have had more than my fill of this tomfoolery! Enough is enough!
Phoenix:
(It sounds like Prosecutor Blackquill is about to blow his top... What should I do? Should I continue the cross-examination?)
Continue cross-examination
Phoenix:
But I'm not finished with my cross-examination!
Blackquill:
Hmph... You have just about exhausted my patience, Wright-dono!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! Please finish as quickly as you can!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor... But I'm not really sure how to continue, to tell the truth...
Athena:
Mr. Rimes had to have commanded Orla somehow! 
Phoenix:
Hmm. Do we have anything in evidence he could've used...? (With Orla, it's not like I can present evidence that contradicts a particular statement... Guess it doesn't matter which statement... Hmm. What could be used to command Orla?)
Judge:
Witness, please continue with your testimony!
Leads back to beginning of cross-examination
Stop here
Phoenix:
I'm done playing games! I will now explain how Orla was manipulated by Mr. Rimes! (In order to respond to a command, Orla needs to hear the sound of a whistle. But Mr. Rimes isn't a trainer. I doubt he'd know how to give the signals himself. So that means... he must've had help! So how did Mr. Rimes issue commands to Orla...?)
Present TV Phone
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Sasha told me an interesting story about Ms. Summers..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
I'm weary of this comedy of errors. Your Baldness, bring down your hammer of justice!
Judge:
Hmm. I agree that evidence seems patently wrong. I enjoyed the comedy of errors, myself, but I must give you a penalty, Mr. Wright.
Blackquill:
...Hmph. No verdict yet?
Phoenix:
(Rimes isn't a trainer. I doubt he'd know how to give Orla signals with a whistle himself. So that means... he must've had help! I'd better rethink this...)
Leads back to:
"What should I do? Should I continue the cross-examination?"
Phoenix:
(Sasha told me an interesting story about Ms. Summers...)  
Buckler:
Azura used to send her boyfriend videos of herself teaching the orca tricks. I used to help Azura take the videos on her TV phone.
Phoenix:
(Most likely, Mr. Rimes still has these videos of Ms. Summers.) ...Ms. Fey, could I ask for your help?
Pearl:
Of course, Mr. Nick. What is it?
Phoenix:
You're using Mr. Rimes's TV phone, correct? I'd like you to examine it for me. Please look for videos of Azura Summers issuing whistle commands to Orla.
Pearl:
Um... videos...? I'm not too sure how to do that, but I'll give it a try... My apologies to Marlon...
Blackquill:
Wright-dono... what are you up to?
Phoenix:
You'll see in a moment. (If Pearls can find those videos for me!) 
Pearl:
Mr. Nick! I found them! I found some videos like you described. 
Phoenix:
You did? Thank you, Ms. Fey! (Just as I suspected!) How did Marlon Rimes get Orla to do those tricks? I will now show you... ...with Mr. Rimes's cell phone! 
Blackquill:
His cell phone?! Are you implying he used an app?!
Phoenix:
Ms. Fey, see if you can issue Orla a command.
Pearl:
Me? Can I do such a thing?
Phoenix:
You might be able to, if you play a video with a whistle signal in it. If there's a video of the lifesaver trick, please play that. Before you do, though, please put the practice dummy in the pool.
Pearl:
The practice dummy? All right... In it goes! ...There. It sank to the bottom. Now I'll play a video.
Orla:
Fweet! 
Pearl:
Orla is diving down, heading straight for the dummy!
Orla:
Fwe fweet!
Pearl:
Hee hee! What a smart girl you are, Orla! The lifesaver trick was a complete success, Mr. Nick!
Phoenix:
Thank you, Ms. Fey. You were a big help. (Now I have proof!)
Blackquill:
Hmph... Unbelievable! You actually pulled it off...
Judge:
That was... the lifesaver trick we saw yesterday! Is Ms. Fey an orca trainer now?!
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor. I'll explain after we try one more trick. Now let's see if we can command Orla to do the singing trick. ...Ms. Fey. If there's a video of the singing trick, please play that. 
Pearl:
Certainly! ...Let's see. Is it this video? 
Orla:
Fweet!
Fwe fwe fweet. Fwe fwe fwe fweeet!
Fwe fwe fwe fweet fwe fwe fweet!
Fwe fwe fweet, fwe fwe fweeet!
Fwe fwe fwe fweet fwe fwe fwe fweet!
Pearl:
Oh my! Isn't she wonderful! That was the Swashbuckler Spectacular song!
Judge:
Ho ho. What a lovely singing voice!
Blackquill:
Hmph............ It wasn't bad.
Judge:
By the way, how did Ms. Fey give the orca those commands?
Phoenix:
Marlon Rimes has something on his phone that his girlfriend, Azura Summers, sent him. They're videos of Ms. Summers issuing commands to Orla with a whistle. If they have Orla listen to the sounds of the signals, anyone at all could command Orla! 
Judge:
Oh, my! Anyone at all?!
Phoenix:
Yes, I believe so, Your Honor. All they would have to do is play those videos. 
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Please submit those videos as evidence!
Phoenix:
(I'm getting the sneaking suspicion the judge just wants to try it out for himself...) Ms. Fey, could you send those videos to the TV phone here?
Pearl:
All right. Certainly!
Athena:
...Got them! All right, I'll try playing one.
Anime cutscene
Phoenix:
(So this was a training session a year ago, huh? But wait a minute... There's something about that song that bothers me...) 
TV Phone updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
If the orca can be commanded using videos on a cell phone... ...then that means that Marlon Rimes could have manipulated the creature! 
Rimes:
Arrrrrrrrrr!
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes! You can't talk your way out of it now!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Hmph............ I have to commend you. That was very good proof. I concede Marlon Rimes could have manipulated the orca. But isn't it true that the defendant could have done it as well? All she would have to do is use the whistle, the whistle she knows how to use so well. And she wouldn't have had to use those videos... Surely you admit it's a possibility? She could have easily had Norma DePlume witness the singing and the lifesaver trick!
Phoenix:
(So he's trying to argue it was equally possible for Sasha as it was for Rimes, is he? But is that true? Let me think about that for a minute...)
DePlume:
That's right! Those weren't just simple cries. It was singing! As I approached the pool, the killer whale suddenly started singing! It kept head-butting while it sang the Swashbuckler Spectacular song!
Phoenix:
(The culprit made sure Ms. DePlume heard the song and saw the lifesaver trick. Could Sasha have shown these two tricks to the witness?) 
She could have
Phoenix:
As Prosecutor Blackquill said... Ms. Buckler could have shown these tricks as well.
Blackquill:
...Just as I claimed! And isn't it much more natural to assume that it was the defendant who did it?!
Phoenix:
............Huh? 
Judge:
Hmm, yes. It does appear that way to me, too.
Phoenix:
...W-Wait! Can I take that back?! Please let me have a do-over!
Judge:
"Take it back"?! "Do-over"?! Mr. Wright, are you trying to make a mockery of my court? 
Phoenix:
(...But hold on. Could Sasha really have created those exact same conditions?) But, come to think of it, I doubt Ms. Buckler could have produced those exact conditions. 
Blackquill:
And on what basis do you make that claim?! Show your sword if you want to challenge me!
Leads to:
"Don't you worry..."
She couldn't have
Phoenix:
No, I don't think Ms. Buckler could have created the same conditions as the culprit.
Blackquill:
You challenge me to a battle? I hope your sword is sharpened... Let me see those sword skills of yours!
Leads to:
"Don't you worry..."
Phoenix:
(Don't you worry... My sword is drawn and ready! My sword is... evidence that the two tricks couldn't have been shown at the same time!)
Present Whistle
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ms. DePlume said in her testimony that she witnessed these two tricks at the same time."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
...What, pray tell, is that?
Phoenix:
(...Maybe if I just don't say anything, it'll all work out somehow...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Are you giving us your best imitation of Prosecutor Blackquill?! Speak up and give the court your answer!
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
...I see. Silence, is it? Then I will reward your silence with a penalty. 
Phoenix:
(Well, I guess it didn't "all work out somehow"... Ms. DePlume said she saw these two tricks at the same time. But didn't I have a piece of evidence that contradicts that possibility? I think my sword is finally ready now...)
Leads back to:
"My sword is... evidence that the two tricks couldn't have been shown at the same time!"
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume said in her testimony that she witnessed these two tricks at the same time. However, that fact is inconsistent with how Orla performs tricks.
Blackquill:
How Orla performs tricks? What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
Orla can't perform two tricks at once. She performs only one trick per whistle signal. That's how she's been trained.
Judge:
Hmm. In other words, it would be just like, with a dog... ...if you tell him to both "sit" and "shake," he won't do them at the same time. Am I understanding it correctly?
Phoenix:
Yes, that's the idea, Your Honor. (I wonder if the judge has a dog?)
Blackquill:
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! What a farce! So are you saying that the witness somehow managed to produce an impossible scenario? 
Rimes:
Arr! If the creature's own trainer couldn't do it, how could I?!
Phoenix:
............ Yes, it's a mystery, isn't it?
Athena: 
B-Boss, you don't have to agree so cheerfully... 
Blackquill:
The defense is claiming that Marlon Rimes manipulated the orca... ...but if you cannot explain fully how this was done, your argument doesn't hold water! If you can't straighten out your own theory, would you like me to straighten you out?!
Phoenix:
Um... no, thank you! 
Athena:
Hmm. So Orla can't do two tricks at a time, but Ms. DePlume saw her do it... This logical inconsistency means there's a flaw somewhere. 
Phoenix:
Was Ms. DePlume lying...? Or is it not true that Orla can't do two tricks at a time..?
Athena:
But Ms. DePlume had no reason to lie about such a thing. 
Phoenix:
If it really is impossible for Orla to perform two tricks at once... ...then maybe either the lifesaver trick or the singing trick was... faked?
Blackquill:
"Faked"...? 
Phoenix:
Yes. Maybe Orla only performed one of the tricks... ...but it was made to look like she performed two! 
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
"Maybe"?! How do you expect to conduct a sword battle with conjecture?!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like I'd better present some evidence here, and fast.)
Judge:
Although I am concerned about your profuse sweating, Mr. Wright, allow me to ask you... Which of the two was faked, the lifesaver trick, or the singing trick? 
The lifesaver trick
Phoenix:
The lifesaver trick was faked!
Blackquill:
The security footage plainly shows the orca performing the lifesaver trick. Norma DePlume also stated in her testimony that the orca was singing. There's no indication that either one of these tricks was "faked"!
Phoenix:
............Gah. 
Judge:
The defense appears to be at a loss for words. 
Phoenix:
(But Sasha said that Orla couldn't perform two tricks at once. If the lifesaver trick is clearly shown on the security footage... ...then that means...)
Judge:
Allow me to ask you one more time.
Leads back to:
"Which of the two was faked, the lifesaver trick, or the singing trick?"
The song
Leads to:
"The defense wishes to argue that the singing trick was faked."
They were both faked
Phoenix:
Surprisingly enough, they were BOTH faked!
Blackquill:
If that's true... then what was the orca doing?
Phoenix:
...What? Oh, um, she was performing some other trick!
Blackquill:
The singing trick was faked. The lifesaver trick was faked. Are your qualifications as a lawyer also faked?
Judge:
Yes, I'm beginning to wonder about that point, myself. 
Phoenix:
(Orla was obviously performing some kind of trick. But which of the two was faked, the lifesaver trick, or the singing trick?)
Judge:
Allow me to ask you one more time.
Leads back to:
"Which of the two was faked, the lifesaver trick, or the singing trick?"
Phoenix:
The defense wishes to argue that the singing trick was faked.
Judge:
And on what grounds do you base your assertion that the singing trick was faked?
Present Swashbuckler Video
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is a recording of a recent Swashbuckler Spectacular."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
That item proves the singing trick was faked?
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor. This piece of evidence will not prove that. In other words... this piece of evidence is... a fake-out! And if this evidence is a fake-out, then the singing trick was a fake-out as well!
Athena:
Boss, I don't think that makes any sense...
Phoenix:
Momentum is key at times like these. 
Judge:
I can hear every word you're saying, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(I'm still confident it was the singing trick that was faked. Wasn't somebody looking at something and saying the songs were different...?)
Judge:
I ask you once again, Mr. Wright...
Leads back to:
"And on what grounds do you base your assertion that the singing trick was faked?"
Phoenix:
This is a recording of a recent Swashbuckler Spectacular. In this recording, Orla sings the same song she sang for Ms. Fey earlier. But Ms. DePlume said this song is different from the one sang a year ago.
Judge:
The song is different...?
Phoenix:
Please listen to the song in the video from a year ago, sent to this cell phone.
Orla:
Fwe fweet! Fwe fweet!
Fwe fwe fweet!
Fweet! Fweet! Fwe fweet!
Fwe fwe fwe fweet!
Judge:
Hmm, yes. It sounds quite different from the song Orla sang for Ms. Fey earlier.
Phoenix:
And yet, this is the same video Ms. Fey used to issue the command to Orla to sing. By having Ms. DePlume listen to the song recorded in the cell phone video... ...the true culprit made Ms. DePlume think Orla was singing the song from a year ago! Only Marlon Rimes, the owner of the cell phone videos, could have done this!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
But Ms. DePlume said she heard the orca singing right in front of her! How do you claim he made her think that? How was the song recording played?!
Phoenix:
...I intend to explain that, too, of course.
Blackquill:
What...?!
Phoenix:
The answer lies somewhere in the orca pool visitor's corridor. Marlon Rimes played the song recording by using this!
Present speaker
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ms. DePlume heard the song while she was in the orca pool visitor's corridor."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
Now I regret my surprise... How could anyone play a song recording with that?!
Phoenix:
Well... he could have used it with some kind of... thing, and played it... somehow...
Blackquill:
That "somehow" is what I'm asking you to explain!
Judge:
Your ambiguous answer has earned you a very unambiguous penalty, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(So where DID he play the song recording from...? There's only one answer...) Prosecutor Blackquill! This time, I'll explain how the song recording was played properly.
Leads back to:
"Marlon Rimes played the song recording by using this!"
Phoenix:
Ms. DePlume heard the song while she was in the orca pool visitor's corridor. There's a speaker in that corridor, so that visitors can hear the orca's sounds.
Blackquill:
And you claim the song was played from that speaker? How?!
Phoenix:
(Here's how Rimes played the song over the speaker in the visitor's corridor!)
Present Walkie-Talkie
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr. Rimes could broadcast the song in the video to the speaker by using a walkie-talkie!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Blackquill:
How would using THAT make the song play through the speaker?! 
Phoenix:
Do I really have to explain? This piece of evidence is actually a microphone. Testing! One, two, three... Testing!
Blackquill:
............
Phoenix:
............ I guess the test failed... 
Judge:
Although you test my patience, I will not fail in my duty to assign you a penalty!
Phoenix:
(Think, Phoenix! You can do this! What do I have in evidence that could play a song over a speaker...?)
Leads back to:
"Here's how Rimes played the song over the speaker in the visitor's corridor!"
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes could broadcast the song in the video to the speaker by using a walkie-talkie! And he could get Orla to do a trick by letting her hear Ms. Summers's whistle signal, too. He played the singing through the speaker, and he made Orla do the lifesaver trick. All of this was the doing of the true culprit--Marlon Rimes!
Blackquill:
Gaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Phoenix:
This is what you did, isn't it... Mr. Rimes?!
Rimes:
Ngh............ ARRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Athena:
You did it! Now we can save both Sasha and Orla! Just leave it to Cap'n Wright's Swashbucklin' Lawyers to win any case!
Phoenix:
I don't remember agreeing to that name...
Judge:
So it actually WAS possible for Mr. Rimes to manipulate the orca! I'm stunned. I see we will need to hear more from this witness...
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes. The time has come for you to tell the court the truth!
???:
Rimes:
Hmph... Heh heh heh heh.... *chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp* So I used a walkie-talkie, ye say?! Arr... Sorry but yer dead wrong, me bucko! It be impossible, says I!
Phoenix:
W-What do you mean, "impossible"?
Rimes:
I shall sing ye a li'l shanty dissin' yer scurvy theory! Hark ye well, now!
Witness Testimony
-- The Dissin' of Phoenix Wright -- 
Rimes:
YO! WALKIE-TALKIE BE BROKE 4 REAL! MR. LAWYER'S FREESTYLE GOT NO APPEAL!
BROKE B4 DEPLUME ON DA SCENE! BROKE B4 WRIGHT COULD EVA DREAM!
LEGIT GOOFED DURING CLEANING TIME AYE. BUT BILGE-SUCKING LAWYER SPITTIN' LIES!
DAT ORCA YO DON'T LISTEN TO ME, 'KAY? KILL THE CAPT? YO YOU SO CRAY-CRAY!
Judge:
Here we go with that "flip-flop" music...
Phoenix:
Broken...? Of all the flimsy excuses! ("Bilge-suckin'"? That was uncalled for...)
Athena:
You probably broke it on purpose after the fact!
Rimes:
Arrrrr! That be untrue, li'l lassie! ...Although I can't prove when it really was... Lucky be it for me, ye lawyers be the ones who have the provin' to do!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... After everything we've uncovered, he still won't admit it! Somehow, I have to prove that he still could have done it!)
Cross Examination
-- The Dissin' of Phoenix Wright -- 
Rimes:
YO! WALKIE-TALKIE BE BROKE 4 REAL! MR. LAWYER'S FREESTYLE GOT NO APPEAL!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, are you sure it was YOUR walkie-talkie that was broken?
Rimes:
Of course I be sure! Although... it doesn't have me name written on it or anythin'... But ye can't prove it be not me walkie-talkie, now, can ye?
Phoenix:
(I'll never save Sasha this way... I have to figure out how he got a command to Orla!)
Blackquill:
If Rimes couldn't get a command to the orca, your theory crumbles. Everything you've done will all go up in smoke!
Rimes:
I be not on the prosecution's side, neither, mind ye. The defendant be innocent, says I! But, either way, me walkie-talkie was broken, and that be the truth.
Press (after pressing third statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you SURE it was your walkie-talkie? You could have stolen a broken walkie-talkie from somebody else. 
Rimes:
Arr! If ye be accusin' me of thievery, let me see yer proof!
Phoenix:
...All right. This evidence tells who you stole the walkie-talkie from! 
Present Shipley's Data
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"According to the defendant's statement..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This evidence tells the truth about this walkie-talkie! 
Rimes:
Arr... Har har har! *chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp* AHOY! YO! YO! YO HO HOOOOOOO! YO ME BUCKO, YOU BE TRIPPIN'!? AIN'T WORTH GOING ALL IN! Ye say the walkie-talkie be not mine? The "proof" ye just presented doesn't prove aught!
Phoenix:
............I guess you're right. 
Judge:
I agree. That piece of evidence doesn't tell us anything.
Phoenix:
(Wasn't there somebody involved in the case who lost their walkie-talkie...? I'd better take a look at the evidence again.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Shipley's Data (after pressing third statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The walkie-talkie that the witness brought with him to court today... ...maybe have been stolen from the victim, Mr. Jack Shipley.
Rimes:
Our aquarium may look like a band of pirates, but thievery...? Arr!
Leads to:
"According to the defendant's statement..."
Rimes:
BROKE B4 DEPLUME ON DA SCENE! BROKE B4 WRIGHT COULD EVA DREAM!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you have some way of proving that statement?
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
The burden of proof is on you! If you can't do that, then we can end this cross-examination right now.
Phoenix:
Ngh!
Rimes:
AHOY! YO! YO! YO HO HOOOOO! PROOF THAT IT BROKE? BRO YOU A JOKE! LAG EVEN A SECOND & YOU GON' CHOKE! WRIGHT WANNA PRESS ON EVERY WORD? NOPE! JUDGE GON' JUDGE UNDETERRED! YOU GON' FRONT? THEN BRING THE PAIN! OR STOP AND WALK AWAY IN SHAME!
Athena:
Ooh, he makes me so mad! We gotta come up with our own freestyle, Boss!
Phoenix:
...Let's get him back with evidence instead, shall we? No singing.
Judge:
Witness, please continue your testimony about the walkie-talkie.
Rimes:
LEGIT GOOFED DURING CLEANING TIME AYE. BUT BILGE-SUCKING LAWYER SPITTIN' LIES!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You made a big blunder? What happened?
Rimes:
After I helped Sasha with the cleanin', I dropped it by accident and broke it. Ye wish to see it? I still have it with me!
Judge:
Hmm... It does indeed appear to be broken.
Rimes:
Heh heh. With me walkie-talkie broken, there be no way I could have done what ye said! I couldn't have given the orca any commands!
Athena:
Ooh, your walkie-talkie broke! Isn't that just SO convenient?! Mr. Rimes, I think you broke it on purpose!
Rimes:
Miss Lawyer, none o' yer false accusations, if ye please! I broke it on purpose? Where be yer proof?
Athena:
Ungh... I-I don't have any proof...
Phoenix:
(If his walkie-talkie was broken, it throws a monkey wrench into my whole theory. When he let Pearls borrow his cell phone so casually yesterday... ...he must've already been confident I wouldn't be able to prove anything!)
Rimes:
Har har! Ye'll ne'er get me to agree that that poxed orca be innocent! If somethin' be not done about her, she'll get Sasha one day, too! The orca killed the cap'n! It weren't me!
Blackquill:
Hmph............ So you intend to continue to claim that the defendant is innocent, do you? But I won't stand for that... Now, then, Wright-dono, what's your next move?!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I would like to examine that walkie-talkie, if you don't mind!
Judge:
Certainly. Here you are.
Phoenix:
Let's see if there's any way to tell when the walkie-talkie was broken.
Athena:
If he gave Orla that command, then it couldn't have been broken at the time.
Phoenix:
[Tap and slide on the bottom screen to rotate the evidence. / Slide the screen to rotate the evidence.] Tap again if you notice anything of interest.
Athena:
You can also zoom in and out to get a better look. Now, let's check every last inch of it for anything "off"!
Examine front of "blade"
Phoenix:
A walkie-talkie shaped like a sword... Pretty clever. But I don't see anything odd. 
Athena:
Well, a sword walkie-talkie in and of itself is pretty odd, I guess. But let's keep checking it out!
Examine handle
Phoenix:
Darn. It IS broken. It doesn't seem to work... ...Wonder what would happen if I thump it?
Athena:
H-Hey, it's not an old TV, you know! Please don't break it any further! Let's keep looking!
Examine holes on back side
Leads to:
"Huh? Look at these. They look like... tooth marks."
Athena:
Huh? Look at these. They look like... tooth marks.
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right. A bite this big... I wonder if it was Orla?
Phoenix:
(Wait... A walkie-talkie... with tooth marks...? Didn't we hear a story like that just yesterday?)
Buckler:
It was the walkie-talkie Azura used right up until her death. In the middle of the show, the orca brought Azura up to the surface in her mouth. She left tooth marks in Azura's walkie-talkie... The captain said he always kept that walkie-talkie with him so he'd never forget...
Phoenix:
(Rimes said this walkie talkie was his... but could it be...?)
Rimes:
Heh heh. Naught odd about it, don't ye agree? Arr! Time to give it up, Mr. Lawyer! Forget the orca! Just save Sasha, says I!
Phoenix:
...I can't do that. Now that I'm finally a lawyer again... ...how could I hold my head up if I made my client so miserable?
Rimes:
Arr! A stubborn one, ye be.
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You made a big blunder? What happened?
Rimes:
After I helped Sasha with the cleanin', I dropped it by accident and broke it. Heh heh. With me walkie-talkie broken, I couldn't have given the orca any commands! 
Athena:
This walkie-talkie has Orla's tooth marks on it. Does that give us any kind of lead...?
Phoenix:
I think these tooth marks change the meaning of another piece of evidence... (I won't stop until I find the clue I need to save both Sasha and Orla! I have to uncover the truth about this walkie-talkie!)
Rimes:
DAT ORCA YO DON'T LISTEN TO ME, 'KAY? KILL THE CAPT? YO YOU SO CRAY-CRAY!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There could've been some other way besides the walkie-talkie to issue the command!
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
Yes... The orca could have received a signal from the defendant's whistle... Is this the point you're trying to concede?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
No, that's not what I'm saying! Some other way, besides the whistle...
Rimes:
ROTTEN LAWYER! BLACK-EYED SAMURAI! TIME FOR A FREESTYLE DRIVE-BY! SASHA IS LEGIT. THAT THE TRUTH. ORCA IS GUILTY. YOU GOTTA ADMIT. I tell ye, it be all the orca's doin'! If ye don't belay all this bilge, I shall dis [sic] ye with some rap!
Phoenix:
(Uh... I believe you've already been doing that...)
Before pressing third statement
Athena:
I'm not even sure where to start with testimony like this... I mean, how can we possibly prove when his walkie-talkie broke?! 
Phoenix:
Yeah, it's all pretty convenient for him, I have to say. All we can do is stay calm and keep pressing him for as much as we can. Maybe we'll find a place we can break through somewhere.
After pressing third statement
Athena:
Hmm, we tried pressing him, but it didn't change anything.
Phoenix:
Oh, I don't know about that... His statements might not have changed, but the meaning of one of them may have...
Athena:
Really?! You caught something?!
Phoenix:
(And that one statement just might be the breakthrough we need!)
Phoenix:
According to the defendant's statement... ...Mr. Shipley talked to her on his walkie-talkie before his death. However, no walkie-talkie was found near the victim's body. 
Rimes:
Arr! Methinks the police just didn't look hard enough. Besides, the cap'n's walkie-talkie wasn't broken, be that not right? So his walkie-talkie has naught to do with mine! 
Phoenix:
...I'm not so sure that's true. The victim fell to his death. It's quite possible his walkie-talkie broke in the fall. You stole the walkie-talkie after the victim's death, didn't you, Mr. Rimes?
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
I will not allow such leading questions, Wright-dono. If you claim the walkie-talkie belonged to the victim, show me your evidence!
Phoenix:
Certainly, I plan on doing just that. Please look at these tooth marks here on the walkie-talkie. 
Judge:
Tooth marks? Ah, yes. I see them.
Phoenix:
The victim's walkie-talkie... ...was a keepsake that used to belong to Azura Summers, who died a year ago. These tooth marks were left by Orla when she carried Ms. Summers in her mouth. 
Rimes:
............
Judge:
Hmm. If this is Mr. Shipley's walkie-talkie... ...then Mr. Rimes's walkie-talkie is still unaccounted for! Which means he could have used it to command the orca after all!
Phoenix:
And that's not all, Your Honor. The only one who could have taken the victim's walkie-talkie is the culprit himself!
Rimes:
Arr............
Phoenix:
The fact that Marlon Rimes had the victim's walkie-talkie... ...is proof that he murdered Jack Shipley!
Rimes:
Sink me............ ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! ............Not so fast, Mr. Lawyer!
Phoenix:
(What?! He still won't admit defeat?!)
Rimes:
This walkie-talkie be mine, says I! 
Phoenix:
Then how do you explain the tooth marks on it?! 
Rimes:
I've had many the run-in with that orca meself! Arr! She bit me more than once, and me walkie-talkie, too! Evidence of our fights are carved here into me body!
Judge:
My goodness! I can clearly see the tooth-mark scars in your skin!
Phoenix:
What...?! Are those really scars from being bitten by Orla?!
Rimes:
AHOY! YO! YO HO HOOOOOO! YOU WANT ANSWERS? I GOT SOME MATE! THESE SCARS FROM ORLA? THAT'S RIGHT. DEM GIRL CAN PUT UP A NASTY FIGHT! DAT ORCA BIT ME AND LEFT ME SCARRED. HAD A REP TO PROTECT, SO I WENT IN HARD! SO MR. LAWYER, I WIN, JUS BEIN' FRANK! AND ORLA? HEH, YOU GET DA PLANK!
Phoenix:
(I can't let him run this show! I have to find a way to prove the walkie-talkie belonged to the victim!)
Rimes:
And ye can forget about fingerprints! I always keep me walkie-talkie clean 'n' polished! 
Phoenix:
(This man had everything worked out before he even took the stand! But I won't give up. There has to be a way!)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, I found something interesting. The tooth marks on the walkie-talkie... Notice anything funny about them? 
Phoenix:
Funny? Funny, how?
Athena:
Something is different about them, compared to the other tooth marks we've seen.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. The only other ones I remember are the ones on the practice dummy.)
Athena:
It's just a tiny difference. It might not even mean anything...
Phoenix:
...Right now, we need to consider every possibility we can, no matter how small. (If I can figure out what's different about the bite marks... ...maybe I can somehow prove Rimes's walkie-talkie actually belonged to the victim. Think, Phoenix! You can turn everything around, right here and now!)
Phoenix:
Time to review the facts we have so far. With the intent of killing Orla, Rimes drained the show stage pool. But Rimes failed to kill Orla, and, instead, he tried to pin Shipley's murder on Orla. In order to manipulate Orla, Rimes must have used a cell phone and a walkie-talkie. But the walkie-talkie Rimes has is broken. I think it's the victim's walkie-talkie, the one he kept as a memento of Azura Summers. I have to find a way to prove that it is indeed the victim's walkie-talkie! Which piece of evidence left on the walkie-talkie could prove it belongs to the victim? 
The orca's tooth marks
Leads to:
"Tooth marks on the walkie-talkie"
The victim's fingerprints
Phoenix:
No... Rimes said he wiped away any prints on the walkie-talkie... I doubt I'd find as much as a tiny fish scale on that thing. But I think the scales are starting to fall from my eyes, though! I think I'll give it another try.
Leads back to:
"Which piece of evidence left on the walkie-talkie could prove it belongs to the victim?"
Tooth marks on the walkie-talkie
Phoenix:
We have two pieces of evidence with tooth marks: the walkie-talkie and the dummy. What's striking about these two pieces of evidence?
The colors are similar
Phoenix:
They both have a similar yellow color... but I doubt that has anything to do with the case. Hmm. Maybe I'm starting to notice yellow more because of Athena...? I'd better refocus my attention.
Leads back to:
"We have two pieces of evidence with tooth marks: the walkie-talkie and the dummy."
The tooth marks are different
Leads to:
"2 different bite mark patterns"
2 different bite mark patterns
Phoenix:
When I look closely, I see two different bite mark patterns... Hmm. Two variations, huh? Wasn't there a trick of Orla's that had two different variations as well?
The show song
Leads to:
"2 different songs"
The lifesaver trick
Phoenix:
Wait... I don't think that's right. I think there was only one lifesaver trick... At this point, I kind of wish Orla knew a trick that could save me... But enough whining. Time to get back to work!
Leads back to:
"Wasn't there a trick of Orla's that had two different variations as well?"
2 different songs
Phoenix:
A year ago, the orca's song and teeth marks were different from what they are now. What could be the cause of these two inconsistencies? What's behind the fact that the orca's tooth marks and song were different from a year ago?
New teeth grew in
Phoenix:
Even if new teeth grew in, that still wouldn't explain why the song was different. That would be like my voice changing the second I lost my baby teeth... I'd better go back to the drawing board. 
Leads back to:
"What's behind the fact that the orca's tooth marks and song were different a year ago?"
It was a different orca
Leads to:
"THERE ARE 2 DIFFERENT ORCAS"
She learned a new song
Phoenix:
No. If she learned a new song, that would go against the basis for my whole theory. Orla can only sing one song. I can't start second-guessing everything now. I guess I need to think about this some more.
Leads back to:
"What's behind the fact that the orca's tooth marks and song were different a year ago?"
THERE ARE 2 DIFFERENT ORCAS
Phoenix:
I'm beginning to think... there are two different orcas: the one a year ago, and Orla now. And if the orca a year ago wasn't Orla... ...it means the bite mark on the walkie-talkie isn't Orla's, like Rimes said it was. Now I can finally prove the walkie-talkie belongs to the victim!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you appear to be lost in thought there. Is everything all right?
Phoenix:
I-I just realized something... astonishing, Your Honor... 
Blackquill:
...Your face is what's astonishing, Wright-dono.
Phoenix:
(Your rudeness is what's astonishing Prosecutor Blackquill...)
Judge:
And what is this astonishing thing you realized?
Phoenix:
Until just now, I thought the orca at Shipshape Aquarium a year ago, and Orla... ...were the same orca. However, two inconsistencies led me to a new fact. And that fact is... that there might be two Ora Shipleys! 
Judge:
What?! Two different orcas?!
Blackquill:
B-But that's impossible! 
Judge:
Order! Order in the court!
Blackquill:
Explain yourself! What is the basis for this preposterous claim?! 
Phoenix:
The orca's show song a year ago and the one now are different. I believe it's because the orca a year ago was a different orca. Two different orcas; two different songs. It explains the show song contradiction!
Rimes:
Wh-What be this bilge-water talk?! I don't understand! 
Phoenix:
I'm talking about the truth--truth that will finally catch you out in your lies. You claimed that the tooth marks on the walkie-talkie were Orla's but that's not true. The two different bite mark patterns on the walkie-talkie and on the dummy proves this.
Rimes:
What?! Two different patterns, ye say...?
Blackquill:
Silence!
Blackquill:
...While I will concede there is a possibility that two different orcas exist... ...bite mark patterns alone are not proof enough. I want more conclusive evidence! 
Phoenix:
...All right. I will show you conclusive evidence, then. (So he wants to see evidence other than the bite mark patterns, does he? The orca a year ago and Orla have different songs and different teeth. Don't I have two videos on hand that can be used to compare those differences...?) I will now submit two videos with which the different songs and teeth can be compared! 
Present anything
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And here is the other... 
Present TV Phone or Swashbuckler Video (whichever has not yet been presented)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please compare these two videos, one from a year ago, and one recent."
Otherwise
Phoenix:
Judge:
I don't think comparing those two pieces will tell us about the orca songs and teeth... 
Phoenix:
Of course they won't. That's because... I submitted the wrong evidence!
Judge:
Well, you don't have to be so smug about it. Please try to show proper remorse!
Phoenix:
(I have to show evidence other than the bite marks to prove they're two different orcas!)
Leads back to:
"The orca a year ago and Orla have different songs and different teeth."
Phoenix:
Please compare these two videos, one from a year ago, and one recent. As discussed, the two orcas are singing two different songs. Please also pay special attention to the appearance of the two orcas' teeth! 
Judge:
How exactly do you claim their teeth are different? 
Phoenix:
Let's look for shots in the two videos where the orcas' teeth are shown. This is Orla in the recent video of the Swashbuckler Spectacular pirate show. As you can see, she has all of her teeth.
Judge:
What a healthy smile she has! I'm a bit envious.
Phoenix:
Next, let's take a look at the TV phone video from a year ago. (Just as I thought! Their teeth are different!)
Judge:
Oh! I believe this smile looks a little different from the one we saw a moment ago. 
Phoenix:
As you can see, the orca from a year ago has one tooth that's broken off.
Blackquill:
Ngh............ If the teeth are different, then...
Phoenix:
Yes. If the teeth are different, they of course leave different bite mark patterns! On the practice dummy, you can see Orla's uniform pattern, with all teeth intact. And on the walkie-talkie, you can see that one tooth is missing from the pattern. 
Judge:
Ah, I see it! Just like the smile of the orca in last year's video!
Phoenix:
The tooth marks on the walkie-talkie were not made by the orca we know as Orla! They were made a year ago by a different orca! 
Rimes:
T-Two different orcas...? I-I can't believe it...
Phoenix:
The statement that the tooth marks on the walkie-talkie were from Orla was a lie. The truth is... this walkie-talkie was stolen from the victim, Jack Shipley! And the only person who could have stolen it is... the true culprit, Marlon Rimes!
Rimes:
No... Ye got it all wrong............ It be all............ the fault of that orca... Woah............ Huh............? Arr............! Ye got it all wrong! Blimey! It be the orca's fault! This can't be............ ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Once again............ I'm too weak............ ...to help anybody............ 
Judge:
Well... it would appear... ...we should hear more from the defendant about Ora Shipley. ...Sasha Buckler.
Buckler:
Y-Yes, Cap'n Judge?!
Judge:
Is what Mr. Wright claims true? Are there two different orcas?
Buckler:
I............ I, uh............
Phoenix:
The secret that Shipshape Aquarium was hiding was about Orla, wasn't it? Dr. Crab told me to focus on the orca's song. He hinted it would be a clue.
Buckler:
............Phoenix is right. The one we call "Orla" is the second "Ora Shipley." There actually used to be two orcas at Shipshape Aquarium. I used to call the first Ora Shipley just "Ora" for short. Ora and Orla are sisters. The captain rescued them both when they got beached on the shore. But Orla was in bad shape, and the ship's doctor had to look after her for a long time. Both orcas loved the captain, so we decided to keep them on at Shipshape Aquarium.
Blackquill:
...Why didn't you say anything about there being two orcas?
Buckler:
Well, because... ...after the accident a year ago, Ora was put down.
Judge:
What?! Ora is dead?
Buckler:
Yeah, the Center for Dangerous Animal Control demanded it... Apparently, the captain and the ship's doctor begged them... ..."We put the first one down, so please leave the second one alone," they said. Anyway, after the accident a year ago... ...the captain told us he was gonna put Orla in the pirate show as "Ora Shipley." He asked us to keep quiet about Ora's death until the time was right.
Judge:
Hmm... What a surprising and complex tale... Did all Shipshape Aquarium employees know about this?
Buckler:
No, just a select few of us.
Judge:
Mr. Rimes, did you know about it?
Rimes:
Of course not... How would I...?
Phoenix:
Tell me, Mr. Rimes. Did you plan on killing Orla from the start?
Rimes:
...Yeah. I planned to do it durin' the cleanin', so I drained the pool. I figured if I didn't do somethin' about that beast, Sasha's life was in danger... Sasha trusted that orca... just as much as Azura did... I wanted to protect her! I couldn't help Azura... so I felt like protectin' Sasha was the least I could do... My duty... I built up my strength so I'd be ready to kill the orca. I even fought with sharks! But the captain realized my plan, and tried to save the orca...!
Blackquill:
And that is why...you killed Jack Shipley? Ah... Now the report from the crime lab finally makes sense...
Phoenix:
Report from the crime lab?
Blackquill:
In court yesterday, you will recall I showed a photo of the victim lying on his back? According to the lab, the bruise on the victim's right wrist was Rimes's handprint.
Phoenix:
His... handprint?
Blackquill:
I didn't know how it fit in the case until I heard Rimes's story just now. But now we can imagine the reason for it being there. Rimes must have made the handprint when he fought with the victim over the orca.
Phoenix:
(A handprint made during a struggle...?)
Rimes:
...I don't care what happens to me anymore. I deserve the death penalty. I'm the one that killed the captain. Please give Sasha her "not guilty" verdict.
Blackquill:
Heh. You accept your defeat well, I see. Let me be your guide... to hell. Get on with the verdict, Your Baldness.
Judge:
Hmm. It seems this unprecedented trial that began with an orca as the defendant... ...has finally come to a close.
Athena:
Sasha is saved! Orla is going to be so happy!
Phoenix:
(Sasha's "not guilty" verdict is coming... Why do I still have this nagging feeling? Rimes's handprint on the victim's right wrist... Was it really the result of a deadly struggle over the orca? I can't shake the feeling... that handprint has some other, hidden meaning... Is this trial going to end without revealing the whole truth...?)
Judge:
Very well. This court finds the defendant, Sasha Buckler...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, please hold off on that verdict!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What is the meaning of this?!
Phoenix:
I would like to further explore this new evidence the prosecution just submitted!
Blackquill:
...But what complaint could you have? You are about to get your "not guilty" verdict!
Judge:
I see no need to further prolong this trial, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Your Honor, we still don't know the entire truth of this case! This unnatural handprint Mr. Rimes left on the victim's right wrist... ...I don't think it was a result of a fight between the two men.
Judge:
Not the result of a fight?
Blackquill:
............Then what do you suggest it was?
Athena:
Boss! What are you doing?
Phoenix:
Do you remember that evidence we found at the show stage?
Athena:
Evidence? What evidence?
Phoenix:
That mysterious mark might be the key to understanding the whole case. Your Honor! The defense would like to submit evidence that will expose the truth of this case! A mysterious piece of evidence that pairs with Mr. Rimes's unnatural handprint!
Present Ladder Prints
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Marlon Rimes left behind a very unusual set of fingerprints at the show stage."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
In what sense does that "pair with" the handprint on the victim's wrist?
Phoenix:
...Pardon me, Your Honor. In my excitement, I'm afraid I made a mistake. (Rimes left an unnatural handprint on the victim's right wrist... ...and I have another piece of "unnatural" evidence that has to do with Rimes!) This time, I promise I will submit evidence that will expose the truth of this case!
Leads back to:
"A mysterious piece of evidence that pairs with Mr. Rimes's unnatural handprint!"
Phoenix:
Marlon Rimes left behind a very unusual set of fingerprints at the show stage.
Judge:
In what way were they unusual?
Phoenix:
They were right-hand prints on the left side of the ladder. If one were to grasp the ladder in the same way as the prints, it would look like this.
Judge:
Hmm. It looks like the ladder is being grasped from above.
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor. And the handprint on the victim's right wrist shows it was held by a powerful grip. Marlon Rimes grasped the show stage ladder in an unnatural pose. If he was gripping the victim's wrist in this position...
Judge:
Gripping the victim's wrist...?
Blackquill:
Th-Then he must have been...!
Athena:
...It means Mr. Rimes was actually...!
Phoenix:
...That's right. If we couple the unnatural handprint with the mysterious fingerprints... ...we see that Marlon Rimes was trying to save the victim's life!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAT?!
Blackquill:
B-But that can't be...! It's... impossible!
Phoenix:
Why don't we ask Mr. Rimes himself?
Rimes:
Yeah............ I............
Phoenix:
Mr. Rimes, we want to hear the truth directly from you.
Rimes:
Heh... I gotta hand it to ya, Mr. Lawyer... You got skills... Why...? Why did ya have to figure it out? It doesn't matter what happens to me anymore... I'm ready to die...
Judge:
So is what the defense is claiming... true?
Rimes:
The captain... He found out I drained the show stage pool... He rushed to the side of the pool, frantic to put some water in for the orca. And then... he slipped...
Rimes:
Captain! Gimme your left hand!
Shipley:
No, Marlon! You'll fall, too! Forgive me, Marlon... I didn't realize what deep pain you were in... But, please... Please don't blame Orla. It's nobody's fault... Not Orla's... and not yours............
Rimes:
Hey............!
Captaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!
Judge:
So............ Jack Shipley's death was accidental... Why didn't you tell us that you didn't kill the victim?
Rimes:
Because... I have no right to live anymore. I'm ready to get the death penalty... The captain died because of me! And then, on top of it all, I used his body to frame Orla... I was gonna kill Orla, and she wasn't even to blame. She didn't do anything wrong... The only thing I can do now... is pay for it all with my life... I can't do anythin'... ...I couldn't save the captain... I couldn't avenge Azura's death...
Phoenix:
...Mr. Rimes, you have the wrong idea about Ms. Summers' death. Not even the first Ora Shipley was responsible for her dying. Ora--of her own accord--was trying to save Ms. Summers's life.
Rimes:
What............? What are you talkin' about...?
Phoenix:
Azura Summers suffered from a heart condition. But she didn't tell anyone, and she performed in the pirate show anyway. She had a heart attack and died before anyone could save her. I'm sure she didn't think Ora attacked her. There's nothing to "avenge."
Rimes:
No way... A heart condition...? She never said a word about it!
Athena:
Maybe she didn't want you to worry about her...
Rimes:
So I wanted to get revenge all this time... for nothin'...!
Judge:
So neither case was murder--not a year ago, and not this time, either. ...Your responsibility in this matter is great, but I believe you can be rehabilitated...
Rimes:
............
Buckler:
Marlon, you better come back to Shipshape Aquarium when you're done, ya hear? Orla and I and everybody will be waiting for you!
Phoenix:
You still have a lot to offer, Mr. Rimes. Live your life and never give up... for the sake of those who are gone, as well!
Rimes:
I... I promise to make up for what I've done... even if it takes me my whole life! Mr. Wright... Sasha...
Thank you!
Judge:
Well! I have seen countless trials, but never one that ended like this. I don't know how, Mr. Wright, but you always seem to manage to turn things around. ...I think all this excitement has taken a few years off of my life...
Phoenix:
(Is that praise... or a diss...?)
Judge:
Now then! This court finds the defendant, Sasha Buckler...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is now adjourned!
July 22, 5:11 PM
Shipshape Aquarium - Orca Pool
Pearl:
Congratulations on your win!
Phoenix:
Thank you for all your help today, Pearls.
Pearl:
Hee hee. All I did was have fun with Orla!
Orla:
Fweet! Fweet fweet!
Buckler:
Orla, I'm back! Oh, I missed you, girl!
Athena:
Oh, I'm so happy for you and Orla, Sasha! Everything turned out great!
Buckler:
Phoenix! Athena! I r-EEL-y want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart! Orla and I are both r-EEL-y grateful! I will now act out me gratitude with a li'l performance! Arr!
Crab:
Miss Orca Lover! Don't you think you'd better take care of your health first?!
Buckler:
A-all right, fine... I promise. No more shows until I'm better. I don't want anybody to worry about me, after all!
Crab:
Good! I'm glad that's settled. ...Hey, buddy. Mr. Lawyer... You just had to blab every single one of the aquarium's secrets, didn't you?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Dr. Crab.
Crab:
Nah, that's all right. I'm glad.
Phoenix:
(It was kind of hard to tell...)
Crab:
Although, thanks to you, they now know we're using the illegal TORPEDO system... ...but I think we'll be able to wiggle out of serious repercussions somehow. That writer lady is advocating for us, saying the law itself is to blame. She said she's going to look into getting the law changed.
Phoenix:
Wow. Go, Ms. DePlume. (She sure is a powerhouse.)
Crab:
There's one thing you didn't figure out, by the way. Keep this to yourself, will you? We don't want it getting out publicly. Remember that appointment I had written down in my calendar?
Phoenix:
Oh, you mean, "Meet the captain at the orca pool at 7 am"?
Crab:
That note meant the orca pool of the Supermarine Aquarium, not Shipshape's.
Phoenix:
What? Why were you supposed to meet there?
Crab:
Jack and I... ...We visited the Supermarine Aquarium once a month. Any idea why?
Phoenix:
Um, to get dolphin therapy treatment...?
Crab:
No, silly! Remember I told you? Jack and I were against putting the orca down from the start.
Phoenix:
What?! You mean...?!
Crab:
We just pretended to put the first Ora Shipley down. The Supermarine Aquarium is harboring her for us.
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Oh! So that talk about large amounts of money you were paying them...
DePlume:
Once a month, the owner and the vet disappear from this aquarium. And I came to find out that, each time, a large amount of money was being paid out!
Crab:
We were paying for Ora's care. You wouldn't believe how much fish orcas eat! Now that it's been proven she was innocent all along, I think we can bring her back soon. Until then, keep it under you hat, okay?
Athena:
Huh? What was he telling you about?
Phoenix:
Oh, nothing much.
Athena:
By the way... Orla wants you to give her a little celebratory prize!
Orla:
Fweet! Fweet... fweet!
Buckler:
Orla specifically requested that you give it to her, Phoenix!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. All right. Fine. (Let's see... What can I give her?)
Present Fish
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Orla, it's coming a day late... but congratulations on your verdict!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Orla:
Fwe... Fwerk!
Phoenix:
Huh? I don't think she liked it...
Athena:
Mr. Wright! What did you do? Orla's heart is overflowing with sadness! I think THIS is what she wants!
Orla:
Fweet! Fweet! Fweet!
Phoenix:
(Oh! She wants a snack, huh?)
Leads to:
"Orla, it's coming a day late... but congratulations on your verdict!"
Phoenix:
Orla, it's coming a day late... but congratulations on your verdict!
Anime cutscene
Orla:
*Fweet fweet!*
Phoenix:
Aaaaaaaaagh!
 
Pearl:
Oh, my! Hee hee! Aren't you lucky!
Buckler:
Ha ha! That's Orla's best trick! The "thank-you kiss" trick!
Orla:
Fweet! Fweet!
Athena:
Oh, Orla! I want to be next!
Phoenix:
And so the curtain fell on my first trial in years... I'm looking forward to the comeback of Sasha and Orla's Swashbuckler Spectacular. After all, I made a comeback of my own... as a lawyer. 
A Few Months Later 
Date: ??? Time: ???
Shipshape Aquarium - Entrance
Phoenix:
(It's been a while since I visited Shipshape Aquarium. Now that Sasha has recovered from her illness, she's performing today. There's still some time before the show starts... Think I'll wander around a bit.)
Buckler:
Hi, Phoenix! Hope you enjoy the show today! The orcas are excited and ready to go! 
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm sure I'll enjoy-- Wait a minute... Did you say "orcas," as in, plural?
Buckler:
Yup! Let me show you!
Phoenix:
What?! Two Orlas? Don't tell me...! 
Buckler:
Yup! You cod it right! Ora Shipley the First has returned to Shipshape Aquarium! We be the Three Pirate Sisters! Arr! We be out to stop the evil Scalawag League, led by Redstache and the giant octopus!
Phoenix:
(...Well, I don't want to get in the way of their rehearsal... Guess I'd better go.)
DePlume:
Well, if it isn't blue boy! Did you come for my book signing?
Phoenix:
Oh, Ms. DePlume. There's a book signing?
DePlume:
Yes, my new book is just out. It's called "Shipshape Aquarium: Don't Pull the Plug." The book signing will be held here in this room. After all, the vet owes me a favor.
Crab:
Yes, she got them to approve the use of the TORPEDO. I'm grateful... ...but why does she keep coming to my lab to bother me every single day?!
DePlume:
My next work will be entitled "Sniper: The Penguin Leaves the Nest." 
Rifle:
Kree! Kree!
Crab:
Gaaaaaah! Stop this cacophony! Why am I surrounded by carping females?!
Phoenix:
(Gee, Dr. Crab gets all the ladies... I guess I'll leave him to it... Oops. It's almost time for the show.) 
Trucy:
Where have you been, Daddy?! Polly and Athena already went in!
Pearl:
While we were waiting, I bought some souvenirs to take back to the village.
Phoenix:
Sorry to keep you waiting... I bet they'll love your souvenirs back home, Pearls.
Pearl:
By the way, I hear a certain someone is going to be in today's show!
Phoenix:
A certain someone? (I wonder who it could be?)
Trucy:
Ooh! It's almost time! The show's just about to start! 
Phoenix:
All right. Let's go to the show stage, then.
Apollo:
I saved you all seats, Mr. Wright!
Athena:
Ooh, I can't believe I get to see the show again! I'm so happy, I want to dive in the pool!
Phoenix:
You'd better not. I think they'd call security.
Buckler:
You're welcome in the pool anytime, Athena! But Redstache is the best swimmer of all!
Phoenix:
Huh? Who have you got playing Redstache's role?
???:
Sasha! Ora and Orla are ready to go! 
Phoenix:
Hey, I know that voice!
Buckler:
Yup! You min-now it! Marlon is back, and he's playing the role of Redstache! It be the new Swashbuckler Spectacular! Hope ye enjoy it, me buckos!
Phoenix:
And so, our pirates set sail for bluer seas under a sunnier sky. As for me... I set foot into the world of law once more as a full-time lawyer.
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence clearly exposes the witness's lie!
Judge:
It does? In what way...?
Blackquill:
It does indeed expose something... the defense's boneheadedness. There is nothing untoward about that evidence, no matter how you bluster.
Judge:
I agree. There is nothing compelling in that evidence.
Phoenix:
(I'm definitely losing the judge's confidence in me here...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What is your opinion on the witness's statement just now?
Judge:
My opinion? My opinion is that there is nothing wrong with it.
Phoenix:
Oh... This is my first trial in eight years. It looks like I made a little mistake...
Judge:
That is no excuse, Mr. Wright. I should give you eight years' worth of penalties! 
Phoenix:
(It's been eight years. Can't he go easy on me?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That statement is clearly inconsistent with this evidence, Your Honor!
Blackquill:
I hope you don't think waving your finger about aimlessly... ...is going to help you win this trial!
Judge:
Hmm... I agree. I see nothing inconsistent with that evidence.
Phoenix:
Urk! (I must have the wrong evidence...)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
Mr. Wright! I think I have something here!
Phoenix:
You sensed something wrong with the testimony?
Athena:
That's right. Let me show you which statement I thought was strange!
Phoenix:
Thanks. That would be a big help! (Then I'll just have to compare the evidence with the statement she shows me!)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
Mr. Wright, I don't see any inconsistencies in the testimony. This might be a good time to--
Phoenix:
Press for more information? I think you're right. 
Athena:
I just can't help but feel that there's more to this statement than meets the eye.
Phoenix:
(I'll put my faith in Athena and press on that statement, then!)
Probe wrong area (during Mood Matrix segment "The Whole Truth" at 100% noise level)
Phoenix:
Got it!
Athena:
Hmm. That doesn't appear to be the cause of his out-of-control emotions...
Phoenix:
What could be the cause of his out-of-control sadness and anger?
Athena:
It'd be hard to find them both at the same time. Let's concentrate on probing just one. He did make one odd statement I was wondering about... I highly doubt there were any spectators at the scene of the crime.
Phoenix:
Hey, good point! That just doesn't fit. 
Phoenix: [sic] 
It might be the cause of his out-of-control emotions. Point to the spectators. 
Athena:
Just to be sure, I'll explain how to probe one more time. Tap the Probe button at the statement that seems off! Next, point to what you think is causing his out-of-control emotions, the spectators. Finally, tap Probe again to complete the process!
Probe wrong area (during Mood Matrix segment "The Whole Truth" at 60% noise level)
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
So what's the cause of Mr. Rimes's intense anger?
Athena:
Well, I don't think it was directed at that... Let's think about who he was really angry at, and why!
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "The Whole Truth")
Phoenix:
Got it!
Phoenix:
When we view your emotions alongside your testimony, we find the unexpected emotion-- (Wait a minute... There really isn't anything strange here.)    
Athena:
I don't know, but I think maybe we made a mistake, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
......I think maybe you're right.
Athena:
Let's take another look! There must be an unexpected emotion here somewhere!
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Phoenix:
(Nothing of particular interest here. Guess I'll check out another spot.)
Too many penalties (any point other than cross-examination segment "The Truth")
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Sasha Buckler...
Guilty
Too many penalties (during cross-examination segment "The Truth")
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. And I require no further time to deliberate on the defendant's verdict. This case is very clear. There is no room for doubt! This court finds the defendant, Sasha Buckler, not guilty!
Phoenix:
Sasha won her "not guilty" verdict... ...but Orla was taken away by Dangerous Animal Control and never seen again.
Turnabout Reminiscence
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Episode 4Turnabout Reminiscence
Edgeworth:
Kay Faraday... the young lady who calls herself the second Yatagarasu... The piece of cloth that she conjured up has taken me back to many years ago...
-- 7 Years Earlier --
Defendant:
Yeah, that's right. I did it. I killed the guy. But it was the Great Thief Yatagarasu that told me to do it!
Objection!
Lawyer:
I ask the defendant... Just what exactly are you trying to say?
Defendant:
Don't you get it? I know the true identity of the Yatagarasu! ...The Yatagarasu is the man standing over there at the prosecutor's bench!
Prosecutor:
Are you saying... that I'm the Yatagarasu?
Defendant:
Don't you dare deny it! You told me to kill him when you snuck into the embassy!
Lawyer:
Are you claiming that Mr. Faraday is the Yatagarasu?
Defendant:
That's exactly what I'm saying!
Objection!
Prosecutor:
Mr. Rell! I think we've heard just about enough out of you...!
Defendant:
Your Honor! Please listen to me! I'm telling the truth... You've gotta believe meeeeeee!
Judge:
Hmph... In accordance with the defendant's accusation... ...a new prosecutor shall be called to replace Mr. Faraday. This court will be in recess until the new prosecutor is ready.
September 10, 3:20 PMDistrict Court3rd Floor Lobby
Examine evidence
Front of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor... ...but my mentor has taught me that it's more fashionable to keep it in my pocket.
Edgeworth:
(...It's almost time for me to enter the courtroom. And so, it is that my first assignment as a prosecutor will be... ...as a replacement for a prosecutor who has been accused by the defendant.)
???:
Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
! ...Sir.
???:
Have you read over all of the documents regarding this trial?
Edgeworth:
Yes, sir. I've memorized everything there is to know.
Manfred:
Very good. The paperwork for the prosecutor substitution is just about complete. Edgeworth... always bear in mind that as your mentor, I, Manfred von Karma... ...will accept nothing short of perfection.
Edgeworth:
I understand, sir. To have the chance to stand in court at such an early stage in my career... ...I am honored and proud.
Manfred:
As I have watched over your studies, I am giving you this very rare chance. Prove yourself. Crush the defendant's pathetic lies into oblivion.
Edgeworth:
.........Yes, sir! (That such a legendary prosecutor is watching over and judging my performance... ...I have to perfect in every way!)
Door on left
Edgeworth:
This should lead to the defendant lobbies.
Manfred:
Edgeworth! Where is your composure!? If you wish to take a look at your enemy, do so in the courtroom... as you crush him.
Edgeworth:
...Indeed, thank you. You are a man of wisdom and experience, sir.
Bulletin board
Edgeworth:
(A bulletin board... There are trial schedules posted on it. Trials scheduled for this week... Huh? There's only today's trial listed... This must be a mistake, or this country's judicial system is not working as it should!)
Man drinking water
Man:
Th-This is so good! *gulp, gulp, gulp* I could drink a whole gallon!
Edgeworth:
(I've never heard of water that tastes THAT good...) .................. (Maybe I'll give him a minute...)
Man:
*gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp* *gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp* *gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp* *gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp* *gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp* *gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp*
Edgeworth:
(Does he plan on gulping an entire reservoir dry!?)
Old lady
Old Lady:
*sigh*
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, madam, but is something the matter?
Old Lady:
I just thought someone would have brought hors d'oeuvres by now...
Edgeworth:
B-But this is a courthouse! It would be quite atypical to provide hors d'oeuvres here!
Old Lady:
Are you sure? Someone poured me a fresh cup of coffee last night I was here.
Edgeworth:
(What the heck does she think a courthouse is for!?)
Door on center
Edgeworth:
(This trial is about to resume. I should stay on the premises.)
Bailiff on center door
Bailiff:
Mr. Prosecutor, sir!
Edgeworth:
You've got a good eye if you can tell that I'm a prosecutor with just one glance.
Bailiff:
As there are always only prosecutors and defense attorneys in this lobby... I usually hit the mark if I guess one or the other while there is a recess.
Edgeworth:
(You were only guessing!?)
Father and son
Father:
Aren't these great? Daddy made all of these.
Boy:
Awesome! But didn't you get fired right after you made them?
Father:
Ah, yeah I did... I spent the same amount of money on this model as it cost to build the real thing. And my boss wasn't very happy with me. Haha.
Boy:
Hey, Daddy. Didn't you say you built a secret mechanism inside of it?
Father:
Hahaha. I'll tell you about it someday when you're older.
Edgeworth:
(A secret mechanism...? Maybe he installed it as payback for getting fired? It could be trouble... ......Now I'm curious.)
Courthouse model
Edgeworth:
(A model of the courthouse. It's pretty well constructed. Hm...? Hands and a face...? Don't tell me this thing transforms... Yet, I wonder for what other purpose could they have been made...?)
Manfred von Karma
Manfred:
Today's trial should have ended in just one minute.
Edgeworth:
Because the defendant was picked up by the security camera, correct?
Manfred:
...Exactly. The killer had the gall to say that he only killed because he was instructed to do so. Even more outrageous is his claim that the case prosecutor. Byrne Faraday, gave the order. Hah! Faraday is such a fool! He's been cornered by his very own prey.
Edgeworth:
Sir... Are you an acquaintance of Mr. Byrne Faraday?
Manfred:
Hmph. He is a pathetic man who speaks nothing but nonsense.
Edgeworth:
Nonsense...?
Manfred:
He once tried to explain to me a way of punishing "those who cannot be brought to court".
Edgeworth:
"Those who cannot be brought to court"...? That IS nonsense, for no man is above the law.
Manfred:
Well... there are always a few exceptions. However, there is no reason to even deal with such individuals. A prosecutor is a guardian of the court, one with no obligation to outside matters.
Edgeworth:
(Thus, there is no reason to deal with such individuals, I see.)
Manfred:
Edgeworth... Disgracing yourself as Faraday has will not be forgiven.
Edgeworth:
Hace no fear. I will not let you down, sir. In place of the accused Prosecutor Byrne Faraday, I'll prove the defendant's guilt!
Manfred:
Very good. I've secured an hour of recess for you to prepare to do just that. Show them all... the power of Von Karma!
Today's trial
Manfred:
So, have you achieved a firm understanding of the case?
Edgeworth:
Yes, sir. I have memorized everything that is written down in the case files.
Manfred:
Well then, explain the case to me. ...I want to see if you really know what you are talking about.
Edgeworth:
Understood. A murder was committed on September 8th in front of the Cohdopian Embassy. The victim, Mr. Deid Mann, was a staff member at the embassy. The defendant in this case, Mr. Mack Rell... ...was held for questioning the night of the incident as he was deemed suspicious. He was quickly placed under arrested for possession of the murder weapon, a gun. Furthermore, at the time of the murder... ...the Great Thief "Yatagarasu" had successfully infiltrated the Cohdopian Embassy as well. At first, Rell claimed that he himself was the Yatagarasu... ...but that he did not kill Deid Mann. I wonder what he expected to gain from such a desperate lie?
Manfred:
It's possible that he wants to go down while in the spotlight, if he is found guilty. There truly is no limit to people's inanity... But I digress. Continue, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes, sir. During the trial, the prosecution presented the security footage that captured the murder... The footage clearly showed Mr. Rell as the murderer.
Manfred:
The act of Mr. Rell firing the gun could be clearly seen from the visitor's gallery.
Edgeworth:
Upon seeing that, the defendant retracted his statement and admitted to the murder. "I did it because I was told to... ...by the real Yatagarasu, Byrne Faraday."
Manfred:
...Hmm. That sounds about right. However, you've forgotten one thing.
Edgeworth:
!
Manfred:
While this may appear to simply be the murder of a Cohdopian Embassy staff member... ...people are actually referring to it as the second KG-8 Incident.
Edgeworth:
The second KG-8 Incident...? I'm very sorry, sir. I fear I've failed to study hard enough.
Manfred:
...Hmph. Well, even among the police, it's information that only a select few are privy to.
Edgeworth:
Could you please enlighten me, sir?
"2nd KG-8 Incident" (appears after Today's trial)
Edgeworth:
Sir... What do you mean by "the second KG-8 Incident"?
Manfred:
In order for me to tell you that, you must first learn about the original case. Take a look at these documents.
Edgeworth:
This is a... three-year-old newspaper.
KG-8 Incident Overview data jotted down in my Organizer.
Manfred:
You have heard of the Amano Group scandal before, correct?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I have. The secretary of Ernest Amano, the Amano Group's director, was arrested... ...under suspicion of smuggling.
Manfred:
Correct. Cece Yew was an employee of the Amano Group... ...and the sole witness to the smuggling operation. It was she who brought the crime to light. However, Ms. Yew was silenced before she could testify in court.
Edgeworth:
Wasn't a Cohdopian Embassy staff member arrested for the murder?
Manfred:
Yes... A Cohdopian by the name of Manny Coachen was the suspect. However, due to lack of evidence, the case went unresolved.
Edgeworth:
...Lack of evidence!?
Manfred:
Hah! If only I was in charge of the case. I would have done everything in my power to prove his guilt!
Edgeworth:
(To make sure that all criminals are found guilty... My mentor really is dedicated.)
Manfred:
Faraday was the prosecutor on the case then, and he was as pathetic as ever.
Edgeworth:
...! Mr. Faraday was in charge of the KG-8 Incident as well?
Manfred:
That's right. And now, once again, the victim of the case you are currently assigned to... ...was someone who was scheduled to testify against that smuggling organization.
Edgeworth:
...And just like last tome, the victim was murdered right before he was to testify.
Manfred:
You're catching on. The victim was murdered just before his day in court against the smuggling organization. Events are occurring almost exactly the same way as they did in the KG-8 incident.
Edgeworth:
So that's why it is being called the second KG-8 Incident?
Manfred:
Yes... Yet, there is one difference between the two incidents.
Edgeworth:
What would that be...?
Manfred:
The so-called noble thief that is sending everyone into an uproar... The Great Thief "Yatagarasu".
Edgeworth:
(Yatagarasu...? I'd better find out more.)
Yatagarasu (appears after "2nd KG-8 Incident")
Leads to:
"If it's true that the Yatagarasu showed up at the Cohdopian Embassy..."
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
It is thanks to you that i have finally become a prosecutor, sir.
Manfred:
It's amusing that you wanted to become a defense attorney, yet became my student. Hmph... It is a strange path you have traveled.
Edgeworth:
It's true that I had once wanted to become a defense attorney... But now, I am honored and proud to be a prosecutor.
Manfred:
I see. Then as a student of mine, I suggest you remember this well: The Prosecutor's Badge... is not to be flaunted! The dignity of a prosecutor lies in the man himself, not in the badge.
Edgeworth:
I understand... I will keep that in mind.
Manfred:
Besides, why put holes in your fine garments? It's simply preposterous!
Edgeworth:
Prosecutors must also take pride in their appearance... I will keep this in mind as well.
Manfred:
I'm constantly having to remind the others at the Prosecutor's Office of this... "It's more fashionable to keep your Prosecutor's Badge in your pocket!"
Edgeworth:
In other words, always treat a Prosecutor's Badge with care and honor? I understand, sir.
KG-8 Incident Overview
Edgeworth:
About the KG-8 Incident... The trial came to a proper conclusion, did it not?
Manfred:
Hah! I'd hardly call the defendant being found innocent! a "proper" conclusion! If I had been on the case, no one would have a single doubt about his guilt!
Edgeworth:
But, wasn't there a lack of evidence to prove that Mr. Coachen was guilty...?
Manfred:
...A lack of evidence? Hah! There is no such thing.
Edgeworth:
(That's just like him to be able to prove a man guilty, even when the evidence is lacking!)
Sofa
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. A luxurious and beautiful leather sofa. I must say, every part of this courthouse is meticulously well kept. Although, the positioning of this sofa puts one under the direct gaze of the judges. Every judge in this courthouse's history has had a quite the beard... ...and has gallantly parted with their beloved head of hair, I see. Being a judge must be a very stressful career.)
Bailiff on right up
Edgeworth:
(Egad...! What a cold stare he's giving me! However, as a disciple of Von Karma, there is no option but to win!) ..................!
Bailiff:
..................
Edgeworth:
(Nngh...... He's good! The power of his cold stare rivals my own!)
Bailiff:
..................zzz.
Edgeworth:
............! (He's sleeping while standing up!)
Door on right
Edgeworth:
(This trial is about to resume. I should stay on the premises.)
Bailiff on right down
Bailiff:
The trial will resume shortly. Please wait a moment, sir.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I was already well aware of that. (Shortly, or in a moment... Which one is it? Be specific!)
Bookshelf
Edgeworth:
A bookshelf, huh...? ("Compendium of Laws for Beginners"... I don't have the time to read this and second-guess myself now!)
Edgeworth:
If it's true that the Yatagarasu showed up at the Cohdopian Embassy... ...what could he or she have been better?
Manfred:
Hmph... No doubt to steal any suspicious accounting records and release them publicly. Or, more likely, to steal secrets from the Cohdopian Embassy itself... ...since the item that the Yatagarasu stole from there was sent to the police.
Edgeworth:
What was it that the Yatagarasu sent to the police?
Manfred:
...I don't know the details. Anything related to the Yatagarasu is getting the top-secret treatment. Still, I find it very ironic. By returning the stolen item to the police, it was proof positive that the Yatagarasu... ...had infiltrated the embassy on the same day the staff member was killed. Criminals have a way of incriminating themselves, wouldn't you say?
Edgeworth:
That would have to be the first time the Yatagarasu has left evidence behind, correct?
Manfred:
Yes, indeed. If you wish to learn more about the Yatagarasu, then I suggest you ask Faraday.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday...?
Manfred:
He happens to be the prosecutor in charge of the Yatagarasu case, as well.
Edgeworth:
(He's the prosecutor in charge of both the KG-8 Incident and the Yatagarasu case? Mr. Faraday really has a lot on his plate...)
Manfred:
...What is it, little girl?
???:
......... ...You're scary, mister.
Manfred:
!
Edgeworth:
Did you need something?
???:
Umm... I want to trade these coins with you!
Edgeworth:
A fistful of dimes, quarters, and pennies... but it looks like you've exactly a dollar. Is this what you want?
???:
Thanks! That's exactly what I needed!
Edgeworth:
Could that child be here to watch the trial?
Manfred:
How disrespectful for a child like that to be running around inside the courthouse! Does no one have respect for this country's judicial system anymore!?
Bailiff:
The paperwork for the prosecutor substitution is complete!
Manfred:
Why you! Do you even know how much time there is left before the trial resumes!?
Bailiff:
I... I-I'm so sorry!
Manfred:
I can have you mopping up this courthouse instead of protecting it in an instant!
Bailiff:
! *gulp*
Edgeworth:
It's no bother, sir. Not being completely prepared could prove to be a prefect handicap for me.
Manfred:
Hmph. A proud one you are. You had better collect the evidence from Faraday and prepare yourself. It's time for your debut, Edgeworth!
September 10, 4:00 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Manfred:
..................
Edgeworth:
..................
Manfred:
Just what is going on!? Why isn't Faraday here yet!? How is it possible that the defense is not prepared yet, either!?
Edgeworth:
Bailiff... Where is Mr. Faraday?
Bailiff:
I-I'm not sure... I wasn't really paying attention...
Judge:
Ah, you must be the one Mr. von Karma recommended... I hear this will be your first trial. I look forward to seeing how you perform. Oh, by the way, was there someone celebrating a birthday during the recess? I could have sworn that I heard a popper going off... Come to think of it... The other day with my grandson...
Edgeworth:
Sir, it looks like the trial is about to resume, however...
Manfred:
...Yes, it will be all but impossible to prove the witness a liar... ...without the evidence from Faraday! What is that balsted buffon up to!?
???:
I-I-It's an emergency, siiiiiirs!
Judge:
S-Silence!
Manfred:
There shall be no yelling in this sacred hall of law! Bailiff! Remove that man from this courtroom at once!
???:
P-Please... wait! You have to listen to me! There's an emergency! Defendant Lobby No. 2...! M-Mr. Faraday and the defendant... Th-The two of them... They're... They're both dead, Your Honor!
Judge:
Wh--!?
Manfred:
Wh--!?
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
September 10District CourtHallway
???:
Stay back!
Edgeworth:
Ungh...!
???:
...No one's allowed on the crime scene... Period.
Edgeworth:
(Just who does this... oddball think he is...?)
???:
This is becoming quite the hotspot...
Edgeworth:
(Isn't she Mr. Rell's defense attorney...?)
???:
H-Hey, you! No running in the hallway, pal!
Edgeworth:
And who are you to tell me what to do? (I'll never find out what's going on like this. It's time for some civil discourse.)
Sofa
Edgeworth:
(This soda looks like it's seen its fair share of use. And it looks like another part of the courthouse is visible from the window... Ack! My eyes have locked with my reflection's eyes in the barred window! As a student of Von Karma, I refuse to back down!) ..................I won.
Detective
Edgeworth:
Excuse me, but... who are you?
Badd:
...Detective Tyrell Badd. ...Homicide.
Edgeworth:
I was informed of the situation and came as quickly as possible... ...so how did you arrive and inspect the body before me?
Badd:
...Faraday requested for me to testify in the trial... Plain and simple.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday requested that you be here...?
Crime scene
Badd:
I've already contacted HQ about the situation. I've... got nothing to say to you... kid.
Edgeworth:
(K-Kid!?) I'm Mr. Faraday's substitute in today's trial. Therefore, I insist that you update me on the situation!
Badd:
............
Edgeworth:
(I can't back down here. I have a right ot know.)
Badd:
...Do I need to teach you a thing or two about how to talk to adults, kid!?
Edgeworth:
! (Is he threatening me? I-Is he going for his gun!? I-It's just a mirror... How dare he trick me like that!?)
Badd:
...Faraday was stabbed to death with some kind of blade. And he had a gun in his hand. The other man, a Mr. Mack Rell, was shot and killed. He was found holding a bloody knife in this hand.
Edgeworth:
Was there anyone else who went into Defendant Lobby No. 2?
Badd:
Yeah, that big lug over there. His name's Gumshoe. He was in charge of guarding the place... He's claiming that no one else entered the room.
Edgeworth:
If that's the case, then... they must have killed each other, correct!?
Badd:
Maybe...
Edgeworth:
(Such impudence! This guy is really testing my patience!)
Trial witness
Edgeworth:
Why was I not informed that you were going to testify in court?
Badd:
...Homicides aren't my only gig; the Yatagarasu case is also one of my assignments.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... So you were called upon to comment on the Yatagarasu's characteristics... ...in order to assess if Mr. Faraday really was the Yatagarasu or not?
Badd:
Well, well... Looks like you just might have a brain after all in that head of yours, son.
Edgeworth:
(S-Son...!? I'm not your son, "pops"!)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Badd:
...Does showing that off make you feel like a big, strong prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
O-Of course not! I was simply proving my title of prosecutor to you.
Badd:
I see. But most prosecutors don't go around flaunting those tings... It's like a detective walking around outside with his badge flashing in the sunlight. ...Show that off too much, and before you know it, you'll be elbow-deep in angry criminals.
Edgeworth:
That would... definitely be a problem.
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd... I'd like to ask you about this piece of evidence.
Badd:
..................
Edgeworth:
Could you please pay attention?
Badd:
Heh... I'm listening. But I've got nothing to say... End of story.
Edgeworth:
...Very well. (Why didn't you say that in the first place?)
Defense attorney
Edgeworth:
Do you have a minute?
???:
...You know, I'm not really into talking to people I don't know. Especially at a time like this.
Edgeworth:
Ah. I apologize for not introducing myself before bothering you. My name is Miles Edgeworth. I was to take Mr. Faraday's place in court.
???:
Edgeworth, huh...? Never heard of you. So Faraday's substitute is a newbie, huh?
Edgeworth:
I'll have you know, madam, that I studied under Manfred von Karma. Do not take me for some naïve novice.
???:
..................Phwwh!
Edgeworth:
...?
???:
...Mu...Phwwh. "Do not take me for some naïve novice"...!? Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! So, you're a student of Von Karma! I should have... Phwwh...! Those clothes are a dead giveaway!
Edgeworth:
S-Stop right there! These are the garments of one who gallantly presents the facts...
???:
Phwwh... Ah, thanks for the great laugh, but try not to make me laugh so much, OK?
Edgeworth:
I wasn't trying to do anything of the sort!
Yew:
Ahaha! Just kidding! I was just goofing around! By the way, do you know who I am? My name is Calisto Yew. And if you're telling the truth... then we were about to go head-to-head in court.
Edgeworth:
Ah, but of course! I have heard much about you, Ms. Yew.
Yew:
Phwwh...! "Ah, but of course! I have heard much about you"... You're a regular Shakespeare!
Edgeworth:
(Did I say something funny...?)
Crime scene
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to update me on the situation.
Yew:
I don't really know anything. ...Why don't you try talking to those detectives over there?
Edgeworth:
If that's the case, then why are you here?
Yew:
Phwwh............ Ahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
Urgh! What's so funny!
Yew:
It's just that the way you speak is so tactless! The person I was going against in court until only a little while ago was just murdered. It's not like I could go back into the courtroom pretending as though nothing happened.
Edgeworth:
! ......That's a good point. I apologize for asking such an insensitive question.
Yew:
...It's fine. Don't worry about it.
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
It is a shame that we will not be able to face each other. It was to be my first trial, too.
Yew:
Oh, was that a declaration of war? How nice it is to be young and carefree. And what a nice squeaky clean badge you've got yourself there. I'm jealous!
Edgeworth:
I'm sure its gleam will dull over time with experience.
Yew:
Phwwh... Are you saying your reputation will also tarnish over time with it?
Edgeworth:
Nngh...! That's not what I meant!
Yew:
Phwwh! Well, you just can't avoid some things in life.
Edgeworth:
(I'll never allow my badge or my reputation to become tarnished.)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew... What do you think about this piece of evidence?
Yew:
Actually Edgeworth, I'm interested in finding out what you think about it.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I don't really know all that much about it.
Yew:
Hmm... Then, I don't really know all that much about it, either.
Edgeworth:
..................
Yew:
...Phwwh! Ahahahahahaha! Sorry! Guess I can't be of any service!
Edgeworth:
(I shouldn't push her too much... She'll just start laughing again.)
Dick Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
And you are...?
???:
...Who, me? Hey, pal... ...it's common courtesy to tell someone your name first before asking their's!
Edgeworth:
Nngh...! Point taken. My name is Miles Edgeworth. I am a district prosecutor.
???:
A prosecutor? I've never seen a prosecutor as young as you, pal.
Edgeworth:
...I've told you my name. Now would you mind telling me yours?
Gumshoe:
Detective Dick Gumshoe! And just recently, I achieved my dream of becoming a detective! More than a dream... It's what I was born to do! Wait... Maybe I should check and make sure I'm not really in some crazy dream first...
Edgeworth:
(This detective is entirely too excited to be at a murder scene...)
Crime scene
Edgeworth:
So Detective Gumshoe... Would you mind telling me what you know about the incident?
Gumshoe:
You know that I don't have to tell you anything, right?
Edgeworth:
I know that. But it would behoove you to fill me in on what you know.
Gumshoe:
...Wow, you're a proud one for such a youngster, aren't you? Well, anyway, Detective Badd is the one in charge... ...so you're just gonna have to ask him for all the details, OK? As for me, I was guarding the door to Defendant Lobby No. 2.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... So you were the guard detail... Did you notice anything strange while you were on duty?
Gumshoe:
Well, I freaked out when I heard a gunshot, and then I kinda froze.
Edgeworth:
(You're a detective and a measly gunshot scared you that much? ......Then again, I can hardly claim to not know what it's like to hear one at close range...)
Gumshoe:
Then, Detective Badd came running to the scene. We went into Lobby No. 2 together, and both men were lying there, dead.
Edgeworth:
Is that everything?
Gumshoe:
Hmm......... Yeah, that's it. I was in the hallway the whole time, but I didn't hear a single peep of a struggle.
Edgeworth:
(Interesting... Other than the gunshot, he didn't hear a single sound of commotion.)
Det. Gumshoe's Testimony jotted down in my Organizer.
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
You mentioned that you've only recently become a detective, did you not?
Gumshoe:
You got it! I'm a brand spankin' new detective!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... So that means you've probably never seen a real Prosecutor's Badge, right? If you so desired to see one, I just might be able to make your day.
Gumshoe:
You don't have to go through the trouble, pal, because a real man has a police badge! And someday, I'm gonna become an Ace Detective, just like Detective Badd!
Edgeworth:
..................
Gumshoe:
Umm... Did I say something wrong, pal?
Edgeworth:
......... ...Forget it, Detective.
Det. Gumshoe's Testimony
Edgeworth:
So, you were guarding the door to Lobby No. 2 at the time of the crime, correct?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's right! And I'll have you know, not even a single ant got by me!
Edgeworth:
Really? Are you sure that not even a single ant slipped in?
Gumshoe:
Well, umm... I-I guess if we're talking about "slipped in", then maybe a frog or something did!
Edgeworth:
...It would appear that my point also completely slipped by you, Detective.
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Do you have any insight on this, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Hmm, well... As a detective I'd rather see something that is actually related to the case, pal!
Edgeworth:
(And here I thought this was related enough...)
Vending machine on left
Edgeworth:
(Interesting. They're selling special court-themed food products here. Many of them seem sort of troublesome and suspicious. Objection...! I suppose.)
Vending machine on right
Edgeworth:
Hmm, a drink vending machine. .................. Ack! (Now is not the time to be pondering what kind of drink I want!)
Door on up right
Edgeworth:
(Defendant Lobby No. 1 is through here. The incident took place in Lobby No. 2 next door... I shouldn't allow myself to be sidetracked like this. I'd better get a move on.)
Poster
Edgeworth:
(A poster of the Judge. There's a slogan of some sort on it... ) "Every strike of my gavel brings the truth closer to me, and my hair farther away." .................. (Is this a promotional poster for the court or a hair growth product...?)
Fire extinguisher
Edgeworth:
(A fire extinguisher... If one were to be hit in the head with this... ...I suppose the victim would lose a memory or two. But it's not as though I'D ever be so foolish as to be struck by one of these.)
Door on down right
Edgeworth:
(First, I need to get a handle on the situation. Perhaps, I should talk to some people.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Bailiff:
Ms. Yew! There is someone here who wishes to see you...
Yew:
......Who is it?
Bailiff:
A Cohdopian Embassy staff member by the name of Manny Coachen.
Yew:
Wh--!
Badd:
.........!
Edgeworth:
(What's going on? Detective Badd and Ms. Yew's moods just changed all of a sudden. Wait a second... Wasn't Manny Coachen...!?)
Yew:
I'll be right there.
Coachen:
It's nice to see you again... Ms. Yew.
Yew:
Why are you here? I have no desire to ever see you again.
Coachen:
Now, now... Actually, would you mind stepping outside for a brief chat?
Yew:
........Fine. Let's go.
Manfred:
...Badd.
Badd:
Von Karma...? It's been a long time.
Manfred:
I knew you would show up. You usually do when the Yatagarasu is involved, and I see this case is no exception.
Edgeworth:
Do you know Detective Badd, sir?
Manfred:
Yes. He's like an old bloodhound that never leaves the scene of a crime. If only he would get a promotion and move on.
Badd:
It's the crime scene where a detective is most useful and effective.
Manfred:
Hmph! It's not like I don't know that. Moving on though, Badd. The man that I just passed by... ...was he not the suspect from the KG-8 Incident!?
Edgeworth:
(So I was right...!)
Manfred:
Just what is that man doing, wandering around here!? That Faraday... I can't believe he let such an easy catch get away! Imbecile! I would've proved his guilt in three minutes!
Badd:
Von Karma! ...I think you've said enough for now. It's in poor taste to speak like that about the departed.
Manfred:
Hmph...Very well. Back on topic... I'm placing Edgeworth in charge of the investigation here...
Franziska:
Objection!
???:
Papa! How can you place him in charge!?
Edgeworth:
Franziska... What are you doing here?
Franziska:
I'm here for summer vacation, what else?
Edgeworth:
(Franziska von Karma... So she is here on vacation from Germany... She is the daughter of Manfred von Karma and a student of his, who's also junior to me.)
Franziska:
You're the one who's junior to me! And don't you forget it!
Edgeworth:
You're not conveniently avoiding the Bar Examination, are you?
Franziska:
Hah... If you were able to pass, then I'll have absolutely no trouble at all. I'll never allow myself to lose to you! Never!
Edgeworth:
(Why does she always have to be this competitive...?)
Franziska:
Anyway... Papa... Are you really assigning Miles Edgeworth to cover the case?
Manfred:
Yes, I am. Why do you ask?
Franziska:
Well, you know... I'm close to becoming a prosecutor myself... And I am 100% confident that I can do a better job than him!
Edgeworth:
(That's just like Franziska. She has no problem bad-mounting someone right in front of them.)
Manfred:
...Badd.
Badd:
Yeah...?
Manfred:
These two will be conducting the investigation.
Badd:
What? You want me to let both of these kids loose on the crime scene?
Manfred:
Hah. This is a perfect opportunity for them to work on their prosecutorial skills.
Badd:
A crime scene is not a place for children to be messing around in!
Manfred:
I'm the one with the authority over this crime scene, Badd. ...And I will not tolerate complaining.
Badd:
...Knngh...!
Manfred:
Edgeworth! Franziska! I leave this case to the two of you.
Edgeworth:
Understood, sir.
Franziska:
Yes, Papa.
Manfred:
I'll go take care of the paperwork now. Remember, I'll accept nothing but a perfect report from the both of you. Do not disappoint me.
Badd:
Hold up, Von Karma.........! I still... haven't agreed to this!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth...!
Edgeworth:
It's been quite some time, Franziska.
Franziska:
This will be the perfect chance for us... ...to see which of us is truly worthy of the Von Karma name.
Edgeworth:
Would it kill you to at least say hello?
Franziska:
Unngh... Umm... Long time no see.
Edgeworth:
Very good.
Franziska:
Just because you became a prosecutor first doesn't mean you can act all proud!
Edgeworth:
(S-She hasn't changed a bit...)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! As I was saying, we shall see which one of us is worthy of the Von Karma name...
Badd:
For cryin' out loud... I've been reduced to a babysitter...
Edgeworth:
(It looks like Mr. von Karma was successful in convincing the detective. That's just like him; he never fails.) Now, I'd appreciate it if you could quickly run me through the facts, Detective Badd.
Badd:
You're better off checking things out on your own.
Edgeworth:
...Very well. (Seems like getting help from Detective Badd will be a most arduous task...)
September 10, 4:15 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... Is the only real explanation that they killed each other simultaneously...?)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! You should listen to someone until they are finished talking!
Edgeworth:
Umm... What are you talking about?
Franziska:
I'll only say it one more time... This is a competition to see who is truly worthy of the Von Karma name!
Edgeworth:
A competition...?
Franziska:
The person that figures out the truth first wins.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... So the person who doesn't discover the truth is a dishonor to the name?
Franziska:
Exactly! I don't care that you became a prosecutor before me... ...I simply refuse to hear any more foolish things come from your foolishly, foolish mouth.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Fine, whatever makes you happy.
Franziska:
Can I take that as you accepting my challenge?
Edgeworth:
Once again... Whatever makes you happy.
Franziska:
Hah... Well then, let's begin the investigation, shall we? I'm going to find the perfect evidence and prettily present it like the professional I am.
Edgeworth:
(Competing to discover the truth behind a crime -- how delightfully... childish.)
Badd:
You kids, over there! Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"Kid"!?
Franziska:
Ha! Serves you right, Miles. He just called you a kid...!
Badd:
...I said "kids", kid.
Franziska:
H-How dare you call me a kid as well!?
Badd:
I'll do what I please. And I won't allow you to cause a ruckus on my crime scene. Hey, big guy. You're... going to watch over these two.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Detective Badd, sir! Now, do what I say from now on kids, OK!?
Franziska:
You'd better not get in our way, Scruffy! You'll feel the bite of my whip if you do!
Gumshoe:
E-Eeek! Th-Then you, p-prosecutor boy! Let's get your investigation started already, alright!?
Edgeworth:
(Great. Now, even THAT detective is treating me like a child...)
Gumshoe:
Alright! It's time to get investigating! Get a move on, prosecutor boy!
Edgeworth:
...My name is Miles Edgeworth. And if you were to call me "prosecutor boy" one more time... ...it will be my duty as a prosecutor to "look into" your monthly salary.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What!? And what would you do with my salary after you saw how much it was!?
Edgeworth:
That's up to you now, isn't it?
Gumshoe:
Really!? Sounds good, pal!
Edgeworth:
(He's so naïve...)
Begin Investigation
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, may I have a word with you?
Badd:
...What is it?
Edgeworth:
It appears that both a knife and a gun were used as murder weapons.
Badd:
...Yeah, it does.
Edgeworth:
That leads us to our first question of the investigation. Where did the men acquire the weapons?
Badd:
...The gun was inside of Faraday's bag. It was a piece of evidence that was presented in the trial earlier today. It was used... to kill the Cohdopian Embassy staff member. But... I never heard anything about the knife. Mr. Rell was being held by the police. There's no way he could have brought it in. Which means it's possible that Faraday had the knife on him from the start as well.
Edgeworth:
(Could it have been a piece of evidence that had yet to be presented...? But then, why doesn't Detective Badd know about it? Wait! What if...!?) It's possible that Mr. Faraday brought the knife in under the guise of prosecutorial evidence. He could have then brought it out and attacked Mr. Rell with it.
Badd:
Huh... Maybe you've got a brain in there after all, kid.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...! (Is he going to treat me like a child forever!?)
Badd:
...It looks like Mr. Faraday attacked Mr. Rell first, who then counterattacked... That's the only logical conclusion you can draw from a scene like this.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Not yet. I feel that it's much too early to be drawing conclusions already. I must first find conclusive evidence, so as to ensure the honor of the Von Karma name.)
Logic
"Neat and tidy table" and "Plastic bags strewn about"
Edgeworth:
There is a very tidy pile of plastic bags on the table... ...and yet, a portion of them wound up scattered on the floor as well. It's not likely that the ones on the floor were knocked over during a struggle... ...in which case, might there not be another explanation as to how they got there?
Gumshoe:
Umm... Another reason...?
Edgeworth:
I believe it's possible that the blood on the outside of the bag is related somehow.
Gumshoe:
Eek! Please get that blood away from me, pal!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. Whose blood is on this bag?
Gumshoe:
Ummm... Hold on, let me ask the lab guy!
Edgeworth:
Alright. Please hurry. ..................
Gumshoe:
Wait 'till you get a load of this, pal! It's Mr. Faraday's! Oh, and the technician said they didn't find anything else on or in the bag, either.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It would appear that this bag is a very important piece of evidence.
Gumshoe:
OK, if you say so! I leave it in your hands, pal!
Plastic Bag data jotted down in my Organizer.
"Ink stain" and "Fountain pen in pocket"
Edgeworth:
That splotch on Mr. Faraday's hand... I wonder if it might be the ink from his fountain pen.
Gumshoe:
Ooh, let's ask the lab guy!
Forensics:
Detective Gumshoe! I can confirm that the substance on Mr. Faraday' hand is the ink from his fountain pen!
Gumshoe:
I see. Good work! Ahhh... You know, I've always wanted to say that! Even if it was just one time in my life!
Edgeworth:
......... (If Mr. Faraday wrote with his fountain pen in his left hand... I think it's fair to assume he was left-handed.) It appears that Mr. Faraday's pen is very important to our case as well.
Gumshoe:
OK, if you say so, pal!
Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal?
The investigation
Gumshoe:
I-I'm so excited, pal! This is my first real crime scene! Let's get investigating!
Edgeworth:
Umm... Detective Gumshoe... I thought investigations were supposed to be conducted in a calm, collected manner.
Gumshoe:
Hmph! What do you know about how to run an investigation, little boy prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
I know that at the very least, I have greater grasp than you of what happened here.
Gumshoe:
Why you! You don't know any more than me, pal! Look, you just stay behind me, boy, and out of the way!
Edgeworth:
(Ironic coming from the guy that's been a step behind me the entire case...)
Notice anything?
Gumshoe:
This is my first time setting foot inside the courthouse! Who would've thought it'd be for my first case as a detective? But you know... I get the feeling I'll be coming here a lot more in the future!
Edgeworth:
...As a suspect, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Of course not, pal! Anyway, this lobby's actually pretty luxurious. I mean, for a defendant's lobby, it's got a pretty big TV... Oh! And there's that tea set on the table over there! Bet you didn't know that I like to drink tea... Wow, this room really is decked out. If it means spending time in here, maybe being a suspect isn't such a bad thing after all!
Edgeworth:
(I'm beginning to suspect that leaving this detective in charge of anything might be bad... But he is right; this room is rather well furnished. And somewhere in this room, the truth is slumbering. It's time to find it, and give it a wake-up call!)
The murder
Edgeworth:
So... Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, what is it, boy?
Edgeworth:
(Grr! Of all the people to call me that, this detective is by far the least qualified!) ...I wanted to ask you about how the investigation is proceeding.
Gumshoe:
......See for yourself... pal. Ho ho! Do I do a great Detective Badd or what!?
Edgeworth:
(Has this man not a professional bone in his body!?) Nngh... Very well, then I will inspect the victims' bodies myself.
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Gumshoe:
Hey, so that's a prosecutor's badge, huh?
Edgeworth:
You mentioned that you've only recently become a detective, did you not?
Gumshoe:
You got it! I'm a brand spankin' new detective!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... So that means you've probably never seen a real Prosecutor's Badge, right? If you so happened to want to take a look, I just might be able to make your day.
Gumshoe:
You don't have to go through the trouble, pal, because a real man has a police badge! And someday, I'm gonna become an Ace Detective, just like Detective Badd!
Edgeworth:
..................
Gumshoe:
Umm... Did I say something wrong, pal?
Edgeworth:
.........Let's return to the investigation, Detective!
Det. Gumshoe's Testimony
Gumshoe:
That's the whole truth there, pal. I swear!
Edgeworth:
So, you were guarding the door to Lobby No. 2 at the time of the crime, correct?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's right! And I'll have you know, not even a single ant got by me!
Edgeworth:
Really? Are you sure that not even a single ant slipped in?
Gumshoe:
Well, umm... Guess if we're talking about "slipped in", then maybe a frog or something did!
Edgeworth:
...It would appear that my point also completely slipped you by, Detective.
Handgun
Gumshoe:
Eeeek! Hey, pal! I'd appreciate it if you didn't point that thing at me, OK!?
Edgeworth:
Don't get cheeky with me, Detective! I simply wished to show it to you.
Gumshoe:
And? You got a point in showing it to me!? B-Because I don't even have a single penny on me, so you're out of luck, pal!
Edgeworth:
(Well THAT was an unusual reaction to being shown a piece of evidence...)
Knife
Gumshoe:
That knife is one of the murder weapons, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it is the weapon that took Mr. Faraday's life.
Gumshoe:
Ooonnnrrrgh... There's blood stuck on the blade, and it's still fresh...
Edgeworth:
You're in the Homicide Division, correct? You'll be seeing a lot more blood. Even if it's not your cup of tea, you might as well get used to it.
Gumshoe:
Rnnngh... But the sight of blood isn't something I want to get used to...
Edgeworth:
Don't think of it as seeing blood, but rather, as a representation of the killer. If viewed in that sense, you begin to see how the killer operates.
Gumshoe:
...You're right, pal! Thanks for the fresh perspective. I feel so much better now!
Edgeworth:
(Hmph... I'm glad someone does.)
Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Gumshoe:
So that's what Mr. Faraday uses to write with. It's in a completely different league from my 10 for $9.95 ballpoint pens!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It looks to be well-used.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, he probably used it a lot at work. I heard he was really passionate about his job. I just can't believe he died like this... Poor guy.
Edgeworth:
(As for why he died... I suppose I'll find that out once we solve this case.)
Plant
Edgeworth:
This decorative plant's foliage is quite nice. It's actually soothing to be around it. Hmm... Perhaps I should purchase one for my room.
Sofa
Edgeworth:
(It looks like this sofa is ready to be disposed of...)
Gumshoe:
It's so soft! I could sleep for all 25 hours of the day on this thing!
Edgeworth:
.................. (If only I could dispose of him...)
Plastic bags
Edgeworth:
Hm...? Why are there plastic bags scattered all around?
Gumshoe:
Those bags are for keeping evidence safe, pal.
Edgeworth:
I know that much, Detective.
Gumshoe:
You sure are good at this stuff, aren't you, pal!?
Edgeworth:
(Normally, I'd be happy when someone compliments me, but when it's this guy... Anyway, could these plastic bags be evidence of a fight (Plastic bags strewn about - Plastic bags used to store evidence are strewn all over the floor.) between the two men?)
Bodies
Edgeworth:
(It looks like Mr. Faraday fell on top of Mr. Rell. At first glance, it seems like they must have killed each other, however...)
Gumshoe:
Using logic, the only conclusion is... Aha!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What was that outburst for!?
Gumshoe:
My detective's instinct just hit me real hard! It was Mr. Rell that feel first, see!
Edgeworth:
You don't need a detective's instinct for that! It's common sense!! (But I suppose we won't know much more than that until after I examine the bodies.)
Before obtaininh Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After obtaining Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Gun
Gumshoe:
Looks like Mr. Faraday died while holding the gun in his right hand...
Edgeworth:
So he shot Mr. Rell, and then fell on top of him while still gripping onto the gun...?
Gumshoe:
...I guess that does seem kinds strange, huh? I mean, why would Mr. Faraday know how to fire a gun!?
Edgeworth:
It's not exactly rocket science; even I know how to pull a trigger. ...Although I doubt I'll ever need to use one.
Gumshoe:
I hope I never have to fire a gun, either, pal. But it sure look cool to hold a gun in your hands!
Edgeworth:
(It appears that the police's screening procedures need a thorough review... Anyway, I should jot down some notes about the handgun in Mr. Faraday's hand.)
Handgun data jotted down in my Organizer.
Faraday's left hand
Gumshoe:
His hand is all black down here, see? ...I wonder what it could be?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... If you look closely... ...this blotching pattern resembles an ink stain (Ink stain - Mr. Faraday has ink on his left hand. Why is there ink on such a place anyway?).
Gumshoe:
An... ink stain?
Edgeworth:
Yes. I usually get ink on my own hand when I use my feather pen.
Gumshoe:
A feather pen...? I've never seen one before. Sure you aren't just making it up, pal?
Byrne Faraday
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday... How ironic it is for him to lose his life in a courthouse.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, why did it to be like this? I don't know what to say... I can't believe this happened while I was on watch, pal!
Edgeworth:
Rather than beathing yourself up, you should spend your time continuing the investigation. Didn't you become a detective in order to solve crimes?
Gumshoe:
...Yeah.
Edgeworth:
Then get back to work. Find out the cause of his murder!
Gumshoe:
R-Right! I'm on it, pal!
Mack Rell
Edgeworth:
First he killed a Cohdopian Embassy staff member, then he was murdered himself.
Gumshoe:
This guy... wasn't exactly an angel, you know.
Edgeworth:
Oh? What makes you say that?
Gumshoe:
Well, he's been hauled in to the precinct several times for theft and assault, pal. So yeah, he's definitely the type to have committed a murder or two.
Edgeworth:
Well, he did admit to killing Mr. Deid Mann.
Gumshoe:
Hey! Good point, pal! I knew my detective's intuition was telling me something!
Edgeworth:
Detective's intuition...?
Gumshoe:
Yup! Do you know about it? It's a special feeling that all detec--
Edgeworth:
We don't have time for this conversation right now. Let's return to the investigation.
Knife
Gumshoe:
Looks like Mr. Rell died with the knife in his hand.
Edgeworth:
There's some blood stuck on it.
Gumshoe:
Then, he must've used this as a weapon. Yup, no doubt about it!
Edgeworth:
(Was Mr. Faraday carrying this on his personage...? Did he bring this as a piece of evidence for the trial? Or... did he bring it with a very different intention in mind...? I should jot some notes down about it.)
Knife data jotted down in my Organizer.
(Examining gun, Faraday's left hand, and knife leads to:)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Rell's cause of death was from being shot, correct? That's what we think, but it's hard to tell with him lying face down. Death is bad enough, but it's truly lamentable that someone would try to hide the truth.
Gumshoe:
...Um, are you sure they were trying to hide something?
Edgeworth:
(I can't confirm Mr. Rell's cause of death with his body positioned like that.) Detective Badd, I'd like to examine the bodies in firther detail, if possible...
Franziska:
What's this? You're not able to form a theory with them the way they are?
Edgeworth:
I believe an examination of the bodies is vital to finding the perfect evidence, don't you?
Franziska:
Hmm... I suppose you do have a point. Well!? Hurry up and get on with it!
Badd:
...Labbie.
Forensics:
Yes, sir! We've taken enough photos of the scene, sir.
Badd:
...And there you have it.
Edgeworth:
..................
Badd:
..................
Edgeworth:
D-Do you not approve?
Badd:
...Of course not.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Badd:
Investigation of a crime scene is the work of a detective. So don't touch a thing. Hey, big fella, turn over the bodies for me, will you?
Gumshoe:
O-OK......... Please forgive me, Mr. Faraday, sir...!
Badd:
Gumshoe... do not get emotionally involved. Remember, you're a detective!
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Understood, sir!
Knife
Edgeworth:
It looks like Mr. Faraday was stabbed with this knife that Mr. Rell is holding.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeooooowch!
Edgeworth:
What's wrong, Detective!?
Gumshoe:
My stomach started to hurt from just thinking abour being stabbed!
Edgeworth:
...Just keep your mind on the case, alright!?
Rell's wound
Edgeworth:
Shot in the chest...
Gumshoe:
It takes some guts to fire a gun in a courthouse... I mean, I've been a detective for a whole week and I STILL haven't fired a single round yet!
Edgeworth:
There aren't any burn marks on his clothes. That must mean...
Gumshoe:
Wait... Burn marks...?
Edgeworth:
A round grows very hot as it is discharged from a firearm. Therefore, burn marks are usually left when a shot is fired from point blank range. Ergo, Mr. Rell must have been shot from at least a yard or two away.
Handgun data updated in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
You sure do know a buncha neat stuff for your age, pal!
Edgeworth:
(...Apparently, this detective has as much comon knowledge as your everyday marsupial.)
Object in Faraday's pocket
Edgeworth:
There's something in his breast pocket. It's... a mirror shards (Fountain pen in pocket - The fountain pen in Mr. Faraday's pocket has an especially nice nib.).
Gumshoe:
Hey, you know, I always keep a pencil behind my ear! It's because Detective Badd is always telling me... "You should always write your name on everything you own!"
Edgeworth:
(Yes... Somehow, you do strike me as quite a forgetful individual.)
Faraday's wound
Gumshoe:
There's a knife wound in his chest here, see?
Edgeworth:
I wonder if the wound matches the knife Mr. Rell is holding?
Badd:
...Labbie.
Forensics:
Yes, sir! Verifying now, sir!
Badd:
...Make it quick.
Edgeworth:
(From the look of things... ...one could deduce that the knife Mr. Rell is holding is what killed Mr. Faraday.)
Gun
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday is holding a gun in his right hand.
Gumshoe:
That's the one Mr. Rell got blown away by, right?
Badd:
...Labbie, your answer.
Forensics:
Yes, sir! We've found that the ballistic markings do match that gun.
Gumshoe:
Oh, um... Ballistic markings are, um...
Edgeworth:
...Are the figurative fingerprints a gun leaves on a bullet when fired. Every gun leaves its own unique ballistic markings. Therefore, by looking at the markings on a bullet, you can tel which gun it came from.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that's it! O-Of course, I already knew all about that, pal!
Badd:
.........Maybe you'd be better off going back to the academy.
Gumshoe:
Eeeek! Come on, sir! Cut me some slack, will ya!?
Edgeworth:
(So the bullet that was fired from this gun is what felled Mr. Rell...)
(Examining fountain pen and two wounds leads to:)
Edgeworth:
Let us now try to understand how the two men died. First, Mr. Faraday took the gun and the knife out from today's trial evidence... ...then he aimed the gun at Mr. Rell and fired. However, Mr. Rell managed to grab the knife and counter Mr. Faraday while being shot. Then, the two men fell together where they stood. ...That is my theory, in any case.
Gumshoe:
What a crazy way to go...
Edgeworth:
(Still... something about that explanation just doesn't seem right...)
Crime Scene Notes jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I believe I now have a firmer grasp on what happened here.
Franziska von Karma
Franziska:
Ahh... I see.
Edgeworth:
Did you figure something out?
Franziska:
This is a competition, Miles! And as such, I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me!
Edgeworth:
*sigh* As you wish.
Table
Edgeworth:
There are some plastic bags stacked up on the table. There's a tea set, too... but there doesn't seem to be any sign of a disturbance.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... The table's all neat and tidy (Neat and tidy table - The tea set and plastic bags on top of the table are completely undisturbed.). Maybe... they were super quiet in their scuffle!? After all, I didn't hear anything from out in the hallway, you know?
Edgeworth:
Maybe the plastic bags scattered on the floor are throwing us off?
Open window
Edgeworth:
The window is open, and... heh, there's a fresh, flowery scent in the air.
Gumshoe:
Ugh! The flowers in the garden down there are so gross and ghastly!
Edgeworth:
(......Do you think maybe you could try offering something useful for a change?)
Gumshoe:
Well, at least there's no way someone escaped through this window, pal! They wouldn't wake up and smell the flowers after a fall from the third floor.
Edgeworth:
...Are you willfully ignoring the fact that there are also iron bars on the windows (Lobby No. 2 window - No human can climb through these barred windows. The scene of flowers is in the air.)?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I guess there's that, too. Either way, no one could get through these windows, right?
Edgeworth:
(They thought of everything when they were designing this courthouse. Very nice.)
Bag on the table
Gumshoe:
There's some stuff in the bag, pal.
Edgeworth:
(I suppose this was Mr. Faraday's bag...) It's probably the trial evidence I was supposed to collect from him.
Gumshoe:
Th-This is the evidence!? Ah! I'd better not touch it! I'll leave prints on it!
Edgeworth:
(Do you just not pay attention to anything you do?)
TV
Gumshoe:
Whoooaaa!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What is it. Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
My TV at home is so tiny compared to this one, pal!
Edgeworth:
(...Then perhaps you should purchase a more normal-sized television like this one!)
Gumshoe:
Ooh, let me see here... Wow! This thing is huge! Uwaah! And way too noisy!
Franziska:
You're the noisy one, Scruffy!
Badd:
Don't touch it! You'll get your fingerprints all over it.
Gumshoe:
B-But...! I didn't touch it...
Badd:
Preservation of the crime scene is the foundation of detective work!
Edgeworth:
(The foundation, huh...? Sounds like something the rookie here needs to shore up on.)
TV (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
The TV has been left on...
Gumshoe:
Why are you looking at me like that!? It wasn't me! I didn't touch anything!
Badd:
Gumshoe... you do know what will happen to you if you touch something again... Right?
Gumshoe:
I won't touch anything! I won't even go anywhere near the TV, sir! A-And you! Get back to your investigation, alright?
Edgeworth:
I was planning to do so anyway.
Tyrell Badd
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, do you have any thoughts on the case?
Badd:
Faraday and Rell... It looks like they killed each other to me... Although... there are a few things that just don't seem right.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... And what would they be?
Badd:
Hmph...... Why don't you try thinking on your own first before you bother me, boy?
Edgeworth:
(Wh--!? Now I've been downgraded to just "boy"!?)
Examine evidence
Blood on Plastic Bag
Edgeworth:
(This blood here is from Mr. Faraday, but there are no other clues to be found. Which begs the question... ...do I need to put this bag inside another bag to preserve it as evidence?)
Cap on Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It seems Mr. Faraday was in the habit of using very nice fountain pens.
Gumshoe:
That's the total opposite of me! I don't get these things at all...
Edgeworth:
Heh... Well, I think the pencil behind your ear suits you just fine!
Gumshoe:
Really!? You think so, pal!? Man, I knew it was worth something!
Edgeworth:
.........That wasn't exactly a compliment, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What? Me? I-I'd never do something like that!
Edgeworth:
(......Is it possible that she has never wanted to steal from a jewelry store before?)
Nib on Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Edgeworth:
Hmm... This looks like a quality nib.
Gumshoe:
Hey, let me test it out, pal! Ooh... This is really, really... Ack! I got ink all over my hand!
Edgeworth:
...Detective Gumshoe. Don't EVER play with the evidence like that again!
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining open window and TV, and obtain Crime Scene Note leads to:)
Gumshoe:
I guess there's not much left to investigate, huh? They really did kill each other...
Edgeworth:
No... We can't conclude that quite yet. There's still something I find very peculiar here. The theory that they simply killed one another is too simplistic in this case. In fact, there is actually a contradiction that shows there is another possibility!
Gumshoe:
No way, pal! Really!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I suppose I will just have to show you the conflict in this crime scene.
Bodies
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce gun and and present Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Now we come face to face with the contradiction I spoke of, and it is... this!"
Deduce fountain pen and and present Handgun
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Now we come face to face with the contradiction I spoke of, and it is... this!"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
There is a clear contradiction with the evidence here in this spot!
Gumshoe:
Um... Really, pal? Because I don't see anything wrong there...
Edgeworth:
Hah... I was merely testing you.
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! Don't make me arrest you for lying!
Edgeworth:
Ngh! (I guess I was mistaken...)
Edgeworth:
Now we come face to face with the contradiction I spoke of, and it is... this! Mr. Faraday used his left hand to write with his fountain pen. Ergo, he is left-handed. And yet, the handgun is in his right hand! Don't you find it odd that the left-handed Mr. Faraday would hold the gun in his right hand? That. lady and gentlemen... is the great contradiction haunting this crime scene!
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're right, pal! That does seem kinda strange! But... How could something like that happen?
Edgeworth:
The facts add up to one conclusion, and one alone. Someone else put the gun in Mr. Faraday's hand after he died.
Gumshoe:
Someone else...!?
Edgeworth:
Plastic bags scattered on the floor, and a gun in the wrong hand... I sense the presence of a shadowy figure behind this case. A person of vile intent who is serious about keeping the truth from us!
Investigation Complete
September 10District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Badd:
Here's the autopsy report.
Franziska:
"It is probable for that Mr. Rell survived for a short time after he was shot. However, Mr. Faraday died instantaneously from his stabbing." Interesting...
Crime Scene Notes updated in my Organizer.
Franziska:
It looks like we now know everything we need to know about this case.
Edgeworth:
Are you sure we know everything...?
Franziska:
Of course! The incident began with Mr. Faraday attempting to get his revenge. The prosecutor went into a rage from being accused, and tried to kill the defendant... But, the defendant fought back and they ended up killing each other. It's all very clear and simple. There is absolutely no margin for doubt.
Edgeworth:
Do you really believe that to be the truth?
Franziska:
Hah! Are you saying that just because I figured out the truth before you... ...that you don't want to believe it's true?
Edgeworth:
N-Nngh...
Franziska:
It's alright. If you disagree with my argument, then prove me wrong. Well, if there are any contradictions to be found, that is...
Edgeworth:
Don't worry, I will.
-- What Happened --
Franziska:
Mr. Faraday's death was instantaneous, while Mr. Rell survived for a short time.
From this, it is obvious that Mr. Faraday died after he shot Mr. Rell.
And Mr. Rell, while on the brink of death, stole Mr. Faraday's knife and stabbed him.
Those are the facts of this case.
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Faraday's death was instantaneous, therefore, he must've attacked first... Proving that logic to be false is probably the fastest way to show her that she's wrong. In that case, I should first look for any holes in her theory!)
Rebuttal
-- What Happened --
Franziska:
Mr. Faraday's death was instantaneous, while Mr. Rell survived for a short time.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you truly believe that Mr. Faraday died instantaneously?
Franziska:
I have the murder report right here... "Mr. Faraday died instantaneously of shock due to being stabbed in the chest." There, you see? It's been documented, clear as day.
Edgeworth:
Arngh...!
Franziska:
From this, it is obvious that Mr. Faraday died after he shot Mr. Rell.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday shot Mr. Rell before he died...? Do you have any basis for that statement?
Franziska:
Your foolishness has no end, does it? Now, I hate to repeat myself, however... ..."Mr. Faraday died instantaneously." That's all the basis I need.
Edgeworth:
Alright, so if Mr. Faraday died instantaneously... ...then he must have attacked Mr. Rell before being stabbed.
Franziska:
You're finally beginning to catch on, I see.
Franziska:
And Mr. Rell, while on the brink of death, stole Mr. Faraday's knife and stabbed him.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you believe that the dying Mr. Rell stole the knife from Mr. Faraday?
Franziska:
Mr. Rell became desperate as he did not want to die. Human beings can do amazing things when they are put to the test. So, the two men struggled... And in the end, Mr. Rell was able to grab the knife and stab Mr. Faraday. The messy condition of this room is a testament to their struggle. Hmm... Yes, my logic is perfectly sound.
Edgeworth:
...Can you really say that it's "perfect"?
Franziska:
What are you insinuating?
Edgeworth:
Nothing... However, I can't let what you said slide by without further inquiry. One must be clear and precise, so if you could append that statement to your testimony...
Franziska:
...Fine.
Change statement:
"And Mr. Rell, while on the brink of death, stole Mr. Faraday's knife and stabbed him." to "They struggled, and Mr. Rell used the last of his strength to counterattack Mr. Faraday."
Franziska:
They struggled, and Mr. Rell used the last of his strength to counterattack Mr. Faraday.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
About this statement...
Franziska:
Mr. Rell used all of his remaining strength to take the knife and defend himself. One can easily see that they had a violent struggle. Of course, it's nothing compared to what my riding crop can do.
Edgeworth:
(How does one compare the damage her crop can do with the state of this room!?)
Franziska:
Furthermore, all the plastic bags on the floor in this room... ...were scattered there due to the fight. Is there anything else that I can explain for you?
Edgeworth:
No, that will be fine...
Present Det. Gumshoe's Testimony
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"If the two men were fighting, their struggle would've surely caused quite a bit of noise."
Franziska:
Those are the facts of this case.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Claiming speculation as fact already? Don't you feel that the evidence is a bit lacking?
Franziska:
You'll find all the evidence you need just by looking around this room. Mr. Faraday collapsed on top of Mr. Rell... In addition, Mr. Faraday died instantaneously, making a counterattack impossible. Furthermore, the room is a total mess from their fight... Heh, I dare say that there's more evidence here than you could whip a whip at.
Edgeworth:
(It looks like she's becoming more and more confident... And... looking at this place, she might have a right to be. After all, everything here seems to support her theory...)
Franziska:
It looks like you're starting to see my point. I've as good as won our little competition.
Edgeworth:
(There's something strange about Franziska's theory... I should compare her claim with the data I've gathered thus far. I just know there's a contradiction somewhere!)
Edgeworth:
If the two men were fighting, their struggle would've surely caused quite a bit of noise. However, Detective Gumshoe testified that he heard absolutely nothing!
Franziska:
Hah. You place too much faith in that detective's testimony, you know. But for the sake of argument, let's say there wasn't a fight. How, then, did Mr. Rell get his hands on the knife?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday's bag was sitting right here in Lobby No. 2. It is not hard to imagine that perhaps Mr. Rell saw a chance and took it out at some point!
Franziska:
.................. So... What you're saying this: Mr. Rell took a chance when he saw the opportunity, and took the knife from the bag. And then Mr. Faraday shot Mr. Rell after being stabbed...?
Edgeworth:
Hmm......... (Isn't there something... strange in Franziska's statement just now?)
No, it all makes sense.
Edgeworth:
It... does all add up.
Franziska:
...So then, there's no problem, right?
Edgeworth:
N-No...?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Franziska:
Taking random shots in the dark is unbecoming of a disciple of Von Karma?
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh!
Franziska:
Now, take a step back and think for a change!
Edgeworth:
N-nngh... (Is Franziska's explanation of things really perfect? I'm going to carefully review what she said once again in my head!)
Franziska:
Mr. Rell took a chance when he saw the opportunity, and took the knife from the bag. And then Mr. Faraday shot Mr. Rell after being stabbed...?
Edgeworth:
(As I suspected... There is definitely something wrong with her theory!)
Franziska:
Hah... If you have nothing to say, then I suppose that I win--
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Wait, as I suspected, something doesn't add up.
Franziska:
...Oh?
Leads to:
"It's simply not possible for Mr. Faraday to have shot Mr. Rell after being stabbed!"
Yes, something is off.
Edgeworth:
Wait, something doesn't add up.
Franziska:
...Oh, really?
Leads to:
"It's simply not possible for Mr. Faraday to have shot Mr. Rell after being stabbed!"
Edgeworth:
It's simply not possible for Mr. Faraday to have shot Mr. Rell after being stabbed!
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"According to the coroner's report, Mt. Faraday died instantaneously, meaning..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the piece of evidence that proves it!
Franziska:
Hah! And what is this supposed to prove?
Edgeworth:
...Take a closer look.
Franziska:
.........? I'm still not seeing it.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... In that case, I'll just have to try and explain it to you.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... You should know by now that you can't fool me.
Edgeworth:
Aaarghn! (I guess this evidence was unrelated after all... I have to think this over one more time... Mr .Rell grabbed the knife from Mr. Faraday's bag when he wasn't paying attention... And Mr. Faraday shot Mr. Rell after being stabbed by the knife. But it just doesn't add up, and I have the evidence that proves that it doesn't!)
Leads back to:
"It's simply not possible for Mr. Faraday to have shot Mr. Rell after being stabbed!"
Edgeworth:
According to the coroner's report, Mt. Faraday died instantaneously, meaning... ..that he died immediately upon being stabbed by the knife! Ergo, he could not possibly have fired the gun after that!
Franziska:
...Ooh, you got me.
Edgeworth:
But of course.
Franziska:
Well then, if the report is correct, then there is only one correct explanation. If we suppose that Mr. Rell attacked first... ...then Mr. Faraday, who died instantaneously, would have been unable to kill Mr. Rell.  Therefore, Mr. Rell must have stabbed Mr. Faraday after he was shot. Then they both died. That is the only explanation that make logical sense!
Edgeworth:
Negating your opponent's ideas in order to prove your own theory... I see you've been studying, Franziska.
Franziska:
I just wanted to explain it to you as simply as possible. before you foolishly propose a foolish theory that only a foolish fool like you could.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... How naïve of you to believe that only your opinions are valid... ...and still expect to discover the truth that the crime scene offers you... Franziska... You've still got a ways to go.
Franziska:
What are you talking about!? Are you saying there's a flaw in my logic!?
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Faraday dies instantly... And the fact that he did is what gives rise to the contradiction in this scene!) The contradiction here in this crime scene is...!
The order of events
Edgeworth:
There is a contradiction in the order you say the crime took place in.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
...Oh? In that case, why don't you prove the contradiction already!? Miles Edgeworth! Remember that we Von Karmas must strive to be perfect in every way!
Edgeworth:
...Nnghhoooh!
Franziska:
And that kind of half-baked answer can hardly be called "perfect", now can it?
Edgeworth:
(Maybe I should've given a more detailed explanation... Let's see... Mr. Faraday died instantaneously...)
Leads back to:
"(And the fact that he did is what gives rise to the contradiction in this scene!)"
The order the bodies fell
Leads to:
"Let me get this straight. What you are arguing is this:"
The evidence bag's location
Edgeworth:
The evidence bag is too far away from the bodies. If the bag that held the weapons was this far from the victims... ...then neither of the two men could have taken one out without the other noticing!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Heh. Weren't you the one who just said: "...perhaps Mr. Rell saw a chance and took it out at some point"? Now take some responsibility for your own claims!
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooh...! (Maybe I should've given a more detailed explanation... I need to think this over one more time. Let's see... Mr. Faraday died instantaneously...)
Leads back to:
"(And the fact that he did is what gives rise to the contradiction in this scene!)"
Edgeworth:
Let me get this straight. What you are arguing is this: Mr. Faraday took the gun from his evidence bag and shot Mr. Rell. Then, the wounded Mr. Rell found an opportunity to take the knife and strike back. Upon being stabbed, Mr. Faraday died on the spot, and Mr. Rell died thereafter. If that's the case, then how do you explain this? Take a good look at the order in which their bodies are piled.
Franziska:
............N-No...!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday's body is lying on top of Mr. Rell's. Therefore... ...Mr. Rell must have died before Mr. Faraday!
Franziska:
I-Impossible!
Edgeworth:
(Yes, I agree that it seems strange no matter what angle you approach it from... ...which means that the real mystery behind this crime scene that we must solve is--!)
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
No...! Not so fast, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
What now...?
Franziska:
I simply think that you ought to think a bit more outside the box... And that it's even clearer now that the incident started with Mr. Faraday's murderous intent!
Edgeworth:
(She sure bounced back quickly. An explanation won't be enought this time. It's going to take some very decisive evidence to prove her wrong!)
-- What Happened, Pt. 2 --
Franziska:
It was just chance that Mr. Faraday's body fell on top of Mr. Rell's.
The two bodies fell into a pile...
...which indicates that they attacked each other at the same time.
It really doesn't matter in the slightest that they fell in the opposite order.
Edgeworth:
(I just know that Franziska's explanation isn't absolutely correct. All I have to do is find a hole in her logic! Once I do, I can then present her with the evidence that proves the contradiction!)
Franziska:
I don't think you could ask for a more perfect witness testimony. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
(Not really. It's hardly perfect when there's a gaping hole in it.)
Rebuttal
-- What Happened, Pt. 2 --
Franziska:
It was just chance that Mr. Faraday's body fell on top of Mr. Rell's.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
About that--
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
*sigh* Pressing someone's testimony in order to gain some time to think... You're a real one-trick pony, aren't you? It's too bad your trick only works on fools.
Edgeworth:
Th-That wasn't my intent! I simply wish for more details as to how Mr. Faraday ended up on top of Mr. Rell...
Franziska:
Hmph. Someone's impatient. I was just about to explain everything to you. So do you think you could hold on for a minute!?
Edgeworth:
Argh! ......Franziska, I'll make you a deal. I'll hold on if you hold on to that whip of yours.
Franziska:
Oh, I'll hold on to it alright, As I whip you!
Edgeworth:
Arrngh!
Franziska:
Well, now that you've quieted down a bit, I'd like to continue, if you don't mind.
Franziska:
The two bodies fell into a pile...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The two fell on top of each other...? Don't you find that to be just a bit strange?
Franziska:
Not at all.
Edgeworth:
Aarngh! (I can see it in her eyes... She's dead set against me from the bottom of her heart.)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... Once I'm done here, you'll see that there's nothing strange at all! Now then, the two men fell into a pile...
Franziska:
...which indicates that they attacked each other at the same time.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by "they attacked each other at the same time"?
Franziska:
I assume Mr. Faraday had the two different weapons in his hands... He made to attack Mr. Rell while holding both the knife and revolver... and then... After Mr. Faraday fired the gun... ...Mr. Rell grabbed the knife as he was falling, and stabbed Mr. Faraday. That is how Mr. Rell wound up on bottom with Mr. Faraday on top. At close range, that is more than possible.
Edgeworth:
Yes, it's possible, but...
Franziska:
Well, if you have any other ideas... ...then show me what you've got!
Edgeworth:
Oh, I will. And to that extent... I'd like for you to append what you just said to your testimony.
Franziska:
Hmph... I don't see any point to that, but as you please.
Change statement:
"...which indicates that they attacked each other at the same time." to "That fact indicates that they attacked each other at the same time from close range."
Franziska:
That fact indicates that they attacked each other at the same time from close range.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You're saying that they attacked each other at the same time from close range?
Franziska:
Exactly. Mr. Faraday pointed the gun at Mr. Rell's chest and pulled the trigger. Mr. Rell then took the knife from Mr. Faraday and stabbed him before he fell unconscious. The dead Mr. Faraday instantly fell on top of Mr. Rell from the stabbing... ...pinning Mr. Rell under him, where he died shortly thereafter. And that's how they ended up on top of each other with no contradictions to be seen.
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Present Crime Scene Notes or Handgun
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So you believe they killed each other at close range...? Sorry, but that's impossible."
Franziska:
It really doesn't matter in the slightest that they fell in the opposite order.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you really believe they fell in the exact opposite order in which they attacked?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... You're not listening to a word that I'm saying!
Edgeworth:
Arrngh!
Franziska:
They both attacked each other at the same time, and Mr. Rell fell first by chance... ...leaving Mr. Faraday to just happen to fall on top of him. Then, Mr. Rell died shortly thereafter, pinned underneath Mr. Faraday. That's how it happened.
Edgeworth:
(So the two men attacked each other, with Mr. Rell randomly falling down first...?)
Edgeworth:
(The fact that the order that they attacked each other in... ...varies from the order they fell in doesn't cause a problem for me. However, there's definitely one certain aspect that I'm having trouble swallowing!)
Edgeworth:
So you believe they killed each other at close range...? Sorry, but that's impossible. Just as it is written in the crime scene notes... ...the firing of the handgun did not leave a gunpowder burn on Mr. Rell's clothes. Therefore... Mr. Rell and the gun... ...must have been separated by a distance of at lease two or three yards!
Franziska:
Aaaaah!
Edgeworth:
(Yes... This is by far the biggest contradiction! The two bodies are piled up on each other, yet the gun was fired from a distance. And with there being no chance that Mr. Rell moved that far after being shot... ...that leaves only one possible explanation!)
Franziska:
Wh-What a completely foolish line of foolish thought from a thoroughly foolish fool! If I'm not right... ...then who was it that made the first move with the intent to kill, huh!? Who!?
Edgeworth:
The person that attacked first with murderous intent? That would be...
Mr. Faraday
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday, of course.
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal. What you're saying now contradicts with what you said earlier.
Edgeworth:
Well, um... (I have to re-think this... carefully!)
Leads back to:
"The person that attacked first with murderous intent? That would be..."
Mr. Rell
Edgeworth:
Mr. Rell, of course.
Franziska:
You know... ...your foolishly foolish foolhardy idea is making me feel just as foolish as you! The murder weapons used in this case were taken straight from Mr. Faraday's bag. The fact that Mr. Faraday had items that could be used to kill in his possession... ...is something Mr. Rell wouldn't have known!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (She's right, of course... Mr. Rell wouldn't have known what was inside Mr. Faraday's bag... I have to re-think this... carefully!)
Leads back to:
"The person that attacked first with murderous intent? That would be..."
Neither man
Leads to:
"Here in this room..."
Edgeworth:
Here in this room... ...contradictions appear no matter which man we claim attacked first. Thus, there can be only one explanation. There was... a third person here!
Franziska:
...!
Edgeworth:
It was that third person who killed both Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell... ...and set their bodies up to make it look like a double murder... That third person is the real culprit!
Franziska:
............ Miles Edgeworth... There's just one thing you're missing.
Edgeworth:
...Evidence, correct?
Franziska:
Exactly. Everything you've said up until now is nothing but a story played out in your head. However, this is where the real test begins. Can you prove that there was a third person involved in this crime!?
Edgeworth:
...Of course. (If a third person was truly here, that fact would resolve the glaring contradiction. The proof that this has all been a set-up, made to look like they killed each other... I'll present it, and lay bare the final piece of the puzzle that's not yet in place! What is the piece of evidence that proves there is a third person involved...?)
Present Handgun or Plastic Bag
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The gun in Mr. Faraday's hand and the plastic bag with his blood on it... These two items point to the presence of a third person."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is that very evidence.
Franziska:
...? And exactly how is this related? Do you think you could explain it to me?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... There is no need for an explanation.
Gumshoe:
Umm, well, I have no idea how it's related, so could you please explain it to me!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, well, um...
Franziska:
Let me guess, you can't explain it can you?
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Franziska:
..............................
Edgeworth:
Gnnaaargh! (I-It would appear that I was wrong... But there is definitely a contradiction here... ...and it should resolve itself if there truly was a third person here... I just need to go over the evidence and my thoughts once again!)
Leads back to:
"(What is the piece of evidence that proves there is a third person involved...?)"
Edgeworth:
The gun in Mr. Faraday's hand and the plastic bag with his blood on it... These two items point to the presence of a third person.
Franziska:
How so...?
Edgeworth:
Recall Detective Gumshoe's testimony.
Gumshoe:
I was in the hallway the whole time, but I didn't hear a single peep of a struggle.
Edgeworth:
If there wasn't a struggle in this room... ...then there shouldn't be any plastic bags on the ground. Meaning that someone else must've deliberately scattered them around!
Franziska:
...!
Edgeworth:
Do you not see the possibility in this? Disregarding the gun for the moment... ...there's a high probability of blood splatter when a knife is used on a person. If the culprit held the knife with a plastic bag around it... ...they could use the bag to catch any blood splatter from when they withdrew the knife. Then, by spreading a few more plastic bags around, mixing the bloody one in with them... ...and arranging the room to make it look like there was a struggle between the two... ...they were able to conceal their presence!
Franziska:
Aaaaaaaaah!
Badd:
Looks like... we've still got a long way to go in this investigation...
Edgeworth:
Yes.
Yew:
Objection!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What the heck's up with you, pal!?
Yew:
Mr. Badd, I advise you to place Detective Gumshoe under arrest.
Gumshoe:
Wh...WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!?
Badd:
......What's the meaning of this?
Yew:
Hah! Looks like you're not man enough to discipline your own subordinates.
Badd:
...Don't you dare...!
Yew:
That detective claims he was there, standing in front of the door the entire time... ...but I have it on good authority that it was all a giant lie!
Badd:
......!
Edgeworth:
...Ms. Yew! I ask that you please explain that last statement!
Yew:
I'll let His Honor explain it himself.
Judge:
I-I saw it with my own eyes, I tell you! During the recess, there was a period of time when there was no one in the hallway!
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Yew:
See, Mr. Badd? So I ask you, why would a detective who was supposedly doing his job the whole time... ...want to fabricate such a lie?
Badd:
...Gumshoe. Did you... Did you kill Faraday...!?
Gumshoe:
N-Noooooooooooooooooo! Of course not, sir!
Franziska:
It would appear that the one who set this whole crime scene up is that detective. ...Which basically renders his testimony a complete lie and wholly invalid. It looks like your "perfect" logic has just come tumbling down, Miles.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...
Gumshoe:
I was in the hallway the whole time, but I didn't hear a single peep of a struggle.
Edgeworth:
(Was that statement really a lie...?)
Badd:
...Detective Gumshoe. You're now a suspect in the murder of two men. Now, spit out the truth, or so help me...!
Gumshoe:
I...I haven't lied to anyone, sir! Honest! I really was really there... I was in the hallway the whole time!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, I ask that you please do not act without my permission. After all, I am the one that is heading up this investigation, am I not?
Badd:
.........Don't talk like you know what's going on, boy...
Edgeworth:
All I want is for this investigation to run perfectly.
Franziska:
Perfection is the only wish of a disciple of Von Karma, after all.
Edgeworth:
Therefore, before you take Detective Gumshoe into custody... ...I'd like to set the record straight on something.
Badd:
...And what's that...?
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, what should I ask Detective Gumshoe about...?)
Motive for the murders
Leads to:
"I suppose the one thing I'd liked clarified..."
Why he wasn't in the hallway
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, why were you missing from the hallway for a span of time?
Gumshoe:
Look, pal! Like I said, I was there the whole time, OK!?
Edgeworth:
But there is testimony against you that...
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Why are you wasting our time with a completely useless question!?
Edgeworth:
Hm...?
Franziska:
The only logical reason as to why he was absent is that he was busy committing the crime!
Edgeworth:
!
Franziska:
Anyone who says otherwise... is a fool!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk...! (Maybe I should ask about something else...)
Leads back to:
"(Hmm, what should I ask Detective Gumshoe about...?)"
State of the hallway
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. I take it that no one else was in that hallway at any time, correct?
Gumshoe:
Huh!? O-Oh, of course not, pal!
Edgeworth:
You're being awfully defensive... Might you be hiding something from me?
Gumshoe:
W-Watch your mouth, pal! You can't go around saying stuff like that about me without any evidence!
Edgeworth:
Hmm...! I suppose you're right. I have no evidence at this point...
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! How can you be losing a battle of wits with THIS detective!? You're a disgrace!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk...! (Maybe I should ask about something else...)
Leads back to:
"(Hmm, what should I ask Detective Gumshoe about...?)"
Edgeworth:
I suppose the one thing I'd liked clarified... ...is Detective Gumshoe's motive for committing this crime.
Badd:
Hmph... Motive, huh. Gumshoe... You got a grudge against Faraday or anything...?
Gumshoe:
N-No, sir! Not me! Not a single bad thing against Mr. Faraday, sir!
Badd:
...Is that a fact...?
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
...You really have a problem with lying, don't you, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
I'm telling you... I AM NOT LYING!
Franziska:
The more unnatural you act, the more suspicious you become, you know.
Yew:
If you want a motive, Edgeworth, I have one for you right here.
Edgeworth:
Could you please share it with us? However, be forewarned that I won't hesitate to object to flights of fancy... ...because all I'm interested in is the perfect explanation.
Yew:
Phwwh! Ahahahahahaha! You're serious, aren't you? ...Fine. You amuse me, so I'll humor you with a little courtroom practice.
-- Gumshoe's Motive --
Yew:
It was... about a week ago.
I saw the detective get chewed out by a livid Faraday in front of the precinct.
He stood there super pale, as Mr. Faraday yelled, "That's a salary cut for you, you nitwit!"
A brand new detective suddenly getting his salary cut -- that's reason enough for a grudge.
Well? How's that for a "perfect explanation"?
Gumshoe:
Y-You totally misunderstand me, pal! No matter how mad I get, I could never hold a grudge!
Badd:
.........Quiet. We can't trust anything you say...!
Gumshoe:
Sir...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... There's nothing wrong with the motive she proposed, per se... ...but there are some gaps in her logic that need to be filled in. Ms. Yew's "perfect explanation"... ...may not be so "perfect" at all...!)
Rebuttal
-- Gumshoe's Motive --
Yew:
It was... about a week ago.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
A week ago...? Then, you and Detective Gumshoe are acquaintances?
Yew:
Phwwwwwh...! No way. I only met him in-person today.
Edgeworth:
Then how did you know about Detective Gumshoe?
Yew:
Oh, I've seen him around before.
Yew:
I saw the detective get chewed out by a livid Faraday in front of the precinct.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday was upset?
Yew:
Yeah. You know what else? Mr. Faraday isn't exactly known to get angry often... ...Phwwh! Phwwwwwh! But there he was, totally beet red in the face! ...Ahem. And the offending detective just stood there, pale as a ghost, like he was about to die!
Franziska:
Just like the face he's making now, right?
Gumshoe:
Arnngh... I'm completely innocent I tell you...
Yew:
...Phwwh! Phwwwwh!
Edgeworth:
(The poor man.)
Yew:
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ...Ahem. I was quite the scene with the detective.
Yew:
He stood there super pale, as Mr. Faraday yelled, "That's a salary cut for you, you nitwit!"
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You just stood there, watching this unfold in front of you?
Yew:
Yeah. I have to say it was really enjoyable, too. But that's why when I saw Detective Gumshoe earlier, I knew to steer clear of him.
Gumshoe:
No way... I thought it was because I had something stuck on my face!
Yew:
Phwwh...! Ahahahahahaha! But you do!
Gumshoe:
Huh? What've I got stuck on my face?
Yew:
Let's start with your eyes, nose, mouth... Oh, and those ridiculous eyebrows.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Yew:
Phwwwwwh! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, man! Messing with your head is just too much fun!
Edgeworth:
...Ms. Yew. If you don't mind, I'd like to return to your testimony now.
Yew:
Phwwwh... Sure, why not?
Yew:
A brand new detective suddenly getting his salary cut -- that's reason enough for a grudge.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... To cut a new detective's salary right off the bat like that...
Yew:
I'm not really familiar with the way you guys relate, but is that a common practice?
Gumshoe:
Nnnnnnn... Speaking of cutting my salary, didn't you threaten to do that to me earlier, too!?
Edgeworth:
............I suppose I did.
Franziska:
It's only natural to cut a worthless detective's salary down to their actual worth. My father can even fire anyone, new or old, with a snap of his fingers.
Yew:
Phwwh! Do you think maybe that's reason enough for detectives to hate you people?
Badd:
.........Well, I guess... They really... shouldn't cut people's pay.
Edgeworth:
(Detective Badd... Don't tell me, Mr. von Karma cut your salary earlier...?)
Yew:
Well? How's that for a "perfect explanation"?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You call your explanation "perfect"?
Yew:
Ahah...! Is it not to your liking?
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately for you, it's just not up to my standards.
Yew:
Oh? Is there something you want me to clarify, in that case?
Edgeworth:
(What should I do? Should I raise an objection?)
Raise an objection
Leads to:
"Alright, if you could clear this one thing up for me...!"
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(Maybe I should wait and listen to what she has to say for a bit longer...)
Edgeworth:
(Detective Gumshoe certainly had a motive to kill Mr. Faraday. However, there is just one thing I can't wrap my head around in this explanation. I'll just have to force Ms. Yew to explain herself fully!)
Edgeworth:
Alright, if you could clear this one thing up for me...!
How Mr. Faraday was killed
Edgeworth:
You still haven't explicitly established how Mr. Faraday was killed!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Going senile already, Miles? Mr. Faraday was stabbed to death with a knife!
Edgeworth:
Nnnghoooh! N-Not that! What I meant to ask was... ...how were the two men killed when they were in a guarded room!?
Badd:
...We're going to find that out very soon from Gumshoe at his interrogation, boy.
Edgeworth:
Aaarghn...!
Yew:
Phwwh... "Aaarghn...!" Oh, you're a riot, Edgeworth! Poor baby... Tell you what, I'll let you another go, how's that?
Leads back to:
"Alright, if you could clear this one thing up for me...!"
Motive for killing Mr. Rell
Leads to:
"I understand Detective Gumshoe's potential motive for killing Mr. Faraday..."
Faraday and Gumshoe's relation
Edgeworth:
Actually, allow me ask the detective directly. What was your relation to Mr. Faraday?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Faraday was in charge of training rookie detective to testify in trials. I met him on the very first day I entered the Criminal Affairs Department, pal.
Edgeworth:
Oh? I had no idea Mr. Faraday was so involved.
Badd:
Faraday... He may look like an easy-going guy... ...but he's actually... a bit of a nut for strict discipline and manners. Guys like Gumshoe... ...tended to rub him the wrong way...
Yew:
There, now you know how the detective and Mr. Faraday were related. Happy now?
Edgeworth:
N-No...! Wait...!
Yew:
Phwwh! ...You said you only had one thing to ask, right?
Edgeworth:
Nnnnnnngh! P-Please allow me to ask about one more thing.
Yew:
Phwwh... "Nnnnnnngh!" Oh, you're a riot, Edgeworth! Poor baby... Tell you what, I'll let you another go, how's that?
Leads back to:
"Alright, if you could clear this one thing up for me...!"
Edgeworth:
I understand Detective Gumshoe's potential motive for killing Mr. Faraday... ...however, what about his motive for killing Mr. Rell?
Yew:
His motive for killing Rell? Like I would know.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... If there was no clear motive for both of the murders... ...then I doubt this incident would've occurred. Wouldn't you agree?
Yew:
..................
Edgeworth:
Is there anyone else who might have had a grudge against either of the two men? Or should we look into that ourselves?
Yew:
Oh... In that case... .........I have absolutely no idea.
Edgeworth:
.........! (What? But that's impossible! She must knew SOMETHING!)
Yew:
Phwwh... Wait... Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Can you please not glare at me like that? ...It makes me laugh. Phwwwwwh!
Edgeworth:
(Grr...! I didn't even do anything, and you're already laughing away!)
Yew:
Well, anyway... the way I see it, as long as he had a motive to kill one of the two... ...this crime would've played out the way it did anyway.
Edgeworth:
...Oh? Would you care to explain your logic? And this time, please try to provide a truly perfect explanation.
Yew:
Phwwwwh...! Perfect this, perfect that... Stop being so uptight, or is that a requisite trait for being a Von Karma? Ahahahaha!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! I demand that you shut this rude woman up!
Edgeworth:
(...I wish you'd BOTH be quiet for just one second...)
Yew:
Ahem... Oh well. I guess I'll just have to explain it to you kids.
-- Motive To Kill The Men --
Yew:
There's no one out there with a motive to kill both Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell.
All you really have to establish is that someone had a grudge against one of the two men.
Mr. Rell, who happened to be there, became a witness to Mr. Faraday's murder.
Therefore, he was killed out of necessity, and set up to look like they had killed each other.
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if that's really true... Is there no one out there with a grudge against both men? I should take another hard look at the evidence for this morning's case. The second KG-8 Incident, as people are calling it, involving an Embassy staff member... ...and the two men who both wound up as suspects in the case... Is there someone else I'm overlooking who is somehow related to them?)
Rebuttal
-- Motive To Kill The Men --
Yew:
There's no one out there with a motive to kill both Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So there is no one else who might have a grudge against both Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell?
Yew:
I suppose "no one"... is a bit of a stretch. But I'm pretty sure no one like that was here in this courthouse today.
Edgeworth:
(...She's lying through her teeth. We just saw a someone "like that" here earlier!)
Yew:
Besides, you don't need to prove that the killer had a grudge against both men.
Present KG-8 Incident Overview
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Yew. I believe there is someone you overlooked in making your statement."
Yew:
All you really have to establish is that someone had a grudge against one of the two men.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Someone with a grudge against one of the men... In that case, aren't there plenty of other people who fit the bill?
Yew:
Sure. After all, who doesn't garner scorn from another simply by being alive? But the only one who held a grudge and acted upon it by killing was Detective Gumshoe.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...!
Yew:
Furthermore...
Yew:
Mr. Rell, who happened to be there, became a witness to Mr. Faraday's murder.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that he was basically silenced...?
Yew:
Aren't you glad you managed to avoid the same fate, Your Honor? Why, if you had been the one to witness the blood-covered detective... Ahahaha!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What!? Detective Gumshoe! Y-You would kill even me!?
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaaat!? I-I... I could never do something as terrible as that, Your Honor!
Judge:
There's no need for even a second of deliberation! I will hand down my verdict here--
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. Take a look around. We are not in court right now! It would be greatly appreciated if you would stay here with us in reality.
Judge:
Ack! Please forgive me! I know not what I do!
Yew:
Phwwh...!
Franziska:
And you there, Ms. Yew! Hurry up and continue with your testimony. If you fail to do so... I will whip into shape!
Yew:
Ha ha ha... That's nice. Sounds kind of like fun, actually. Anyway, Detective Gumshoe had to erase the witness, Mr. Rell.
Yew:
Therefore, he was killed out of necessity, and set up to look like they had killed each other.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Gumshoe:
I. Didn't. Do. It. Pal!
Yew:
No hard feelings, but I don't think we can take the word of a criminal seriously.
Gumshoe:
*whimper* B-But! I can't even begin to think up ways to set up a crime scene!
Edgeworth:
.........
Franziska:
...I suppose you do lack the necessary tactical mind required to do such a thing.
Gumshoe:
*whimper* Why do you have to kick a man when he's down, pal?
Yew:
Ahahaha! You shouldn't put yourself down, Detective! You're a big boy. I bet you thought it up all by yourself, right?
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah! That's right! And I worked real hard as it, too!
Edgeworth:
(I think this proves one thing about the detective: he has the mental acuity of a worm.)
Edgeworth:
(I have to admit, her explanation makes sense. However, there is also something she overlooked in her testimony. I should present that piece of evidence, and see if I can't make her see the truth!)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew. I believe there is someone you overlooked in making your statement. Or rather... is it because you'd rather not bring this person up...?
Yew:
.........What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
We are looking for someone with a reason to kill both Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell... I can think of at least one person that fits the bill! He was the suspect in the original KG-8 Incident... ...and a member of the Cohdopian Embassy staff, Mr. Manny Coachen!
Yew:
...!
Edgeworth:
That's right. The very man who came to visit you earlier out in the hallway.
Yew:
..................
Edgeworth:
The man who killed a member of the Cohdopian Embassy staff, Mr. Rell... ...and the man who was the lead prosecutor of the KG-8 Incident, Mr. Faraday... Are you telling me that Mr. Coachen has no reason at all to kill both of these men?
Yew:
Well......... I suppose he might have a reason or two...
Gumshoe:
You! You covered for me, pal! ...Maybe you're not such a bad guy after all.
Edgeworth:
Don't get ahead of yourself. You're still a suspect, make no mistake about that! The perfect evidence, the perfect testimony... These are the only things I wish to hold.
Gumshoe:
B-But I didn't do it...!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You will stay under my authority, and go investigate Mr. Manny Coachen for me. And remember, I will not be very forgiving should any of this leak out--
Hold it!
Badd:
You want to investigate Coachen...? You'd just be wasting your time...
Edgeworth:
And why is that?
Badd:
...Coachen was up in the viewing gallery, watching the trial... or so I was told. Every cop in this place has been keeping an eye on the guy since he arrived...
Franziska:
Then the only real suspect we have is still Detective Gumshoe.
Edgeworth:
...I suppose so.
Gumshoe:
No way... Come on, Detective Badd! You've gotta believe me, sir! I really was in that hallway the whole time, sir! I never took a single step into this room, sir!
Badd:
...OK, then are you saying... there was someone else who passed through the hallway?
Gumshoe:
I-I... No... There was no one else, sir.
Badd:
.........Then why should I believe you didn't do it...!?
Franziska:
That is one incredibly foolish detective. Standing right in front of a crime scene all by himself... It's as good as a confession of guilt.
Edgeworth:
(I have to admit it's a bit strange. Most criminals will fabricate some sort of lie to escape their crimes. And if that detective really wanted to prove that he is innocent... ...you'd think he would at the very least offer up "I spaced out while on duty" or the like.)
Badd:
...Come on, Gumshoe. Time for your interrogation...
Gumshoe:
.........Detective Badd...
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... I will go ahead and report this to Papa.
Judge:
And that, as they say is that! Right, everyone? Ho ho ho.
Yew:
Well, I suppose we should both be getting back to our real jobs now, huh?
Edgeworth:
Before we do, Ms. Yew, there is something I'd like to speak with you about.
Yew:
...What is it?
Sofa
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It's just another cheap sofa. If I should buy one for my office, I'll be sure to select a much more luxurious one.
Exit
Yew:
Ahahahahaha! Hey, wait! Phwwwh... Edgeworth? Phwwh... Where are you off to? Aren't you the one who wanted to talk...?
Edgeworth:
Oh, yes... Sorry about that.
Plastic bags
Edgeworth:
These plastic bags look like they fell here by chance at first glance... But all of them, with the exception of the bloody one, are just camouflage. I suppose you could call this a twist on the old "to hide a tree, hide it in the woods".
Calisto Yew
Yew:
So? What did you want to ask me about?
KG-8 Incident
Edgeworth:
The current case of the murdered Cohdopian Embassy staff member... ...I've heard that people have begun calling it the second KG-8 Incident.
Yew:
.........Only among you law enforcement types. And? What about it?
Edgeworth:
I'd like for you to tell me everything you know about the original KG-8 Incident.
Yew:
.........I'm afraid I can't help you. I don't know anything beyond what was reported in the papers.
Edgeworth:
No, I believe you know much more... since you are directly tied to the KG-8 Incident!
Yew:
......I'd appreciate it if you'd stop with the false accusations. Baseless outbursts are useless both inside and outside the courtroom, don't you know?
Edgeworth:
I do, but I also know that I DO have a leg to stand on here.
Yew:
............ Phwwh... Phwwwwahahaha. Think you can stop making that ultra-serious face in front of me?
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk! I-If you could please stop laughing for just one second! (I'm not going to make any headway like this... I'm just going to have to show her... ...exactly how related to the KG-8 Incident she is!)
KG-8 Incident (after present KG-8 Incident Overview)
Yew:
As you guessed... the one who reported the smuggling activities of the Amano Group... ...was my sister, Cece Yew.
Edgeworth:
(As I thought...)
Yew:
And... she was killed right before she was to testify at the impending trial... ...by Manny Coachen! But, because he was tried once... ...and was acqutted, he gets to live out the rest of his cushy life, completely carefree.
Edgeworth:
All because of a lack of evidence.
Yew:
No, I heard that the evidence to convict him did exist.
Edgeworth:
What?
Yew:
I heard it from Mr. Faraday himself after Mr. Coachen's trial was over. Apparently. a man in black made off with the most important piece of evidence.
Edgeworth:
...! Then, the evidence had been tampered with!?
Yew:
...Isn't it just like a criminal to do something like that? The smuggling ring being run out of the Amano Group by one of its secretaries... They bailed Mr. Coachen out. Turns out, they were in league with each other all along.
Edgeworth:
How big was that smuggling ring? Was it a large operation?
Yew:
I don't really know. Which is why I wanted to become the lead defense... ...on this case that people are calling the second KG-8 Incident. But, I haven't learned anything new at all. I was probably expecting too much, I know...
Edgeworth:
You mean, you think this case has nothing to do with the smuggling ring?
Yew:
I... don't know what to think...
Manny Coachen (after present KG-8 Incident Overview)
Edgeworth:
Why did Mr. Coachen want to meet with you earlier?
Yew:
Actually... he came to watch the trial. Apparently, he only found out that I was the defense lawyer of this case after he'd arrived. He figured he should say, "Hi"... and one other thing: "Looks like you couldn't resolve anything this time either. Too bad."
Edgeworth:
......! What's that supposed to mean!?
Yew:
Phwwh... Ahahahahahahahahaha! Ooh, boy! Stop it with the scary face, already! I'm fine. Really. I gave him a good slap across the face!
Edgeworth:
(The way she talks about slapping him as she laughs away is kind of creepy...)
Yew:
Ahem... But, it's just as Mr. Badd said. He's not related to the double murder. I asked around, and people in the gallery claim that he was in his seat the entire time. ...Talk about "cruel fate".
Present
KG-8 Incident Overview (after talking about "KG-8 Incident")
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew... I believe that I have proof of your connection to the KG-8 Incident.
Yew:
That file is your proof? Very well, then... Why don't you tell me exactly how I'm related to the KG-8 Incident?
Through the suspect
Edgeworth:
You're linked to this case through the former-suspect, Manny Coachen!
Yew:
Yes, and that sheds light on our discussion... how?
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? (It looks like I jumped the gun on this one!)
Yew:
Phwwh... Ahahahahahahaha! Weren't you the one who mentioned it earlier...? About how Mr. Coachen came to see me? Obviously, that makes us acquaintances, right?
Edgeworth:
Nngh... I suppose so.
Yew:
So, is that all you wanted to talk about? If so, I'd like to get going.
Edgeworth:
W-Wait a second!
Yew:
...Hmph. Alright, then.
Leads back to:
"Why don't you tell me exactly how I'm related to the KG-8 Incident?"
Through the victim
Leads to:
"Your connection to the KG-8 Incident..."
Through the lead prosecutor
Edgeworth:
You're linked to this case... through Mr. Faraday!
Yew:
Well, I guess we WERE just duking it out in the courtroom... I suppose that makes us "related" in some sense. But so what? Who cares?
Edgeworth:
I-I suppose... (Nngh... I guess that wasn't it...)
Yew:
So, is that all you wanted to talk about? If so, I'd like to get going.
Edgeworth:
W-Wait a second!
Yew:
...Hmph. Alright, then.
Leads back to:
"Why don't you tell me exactly how I'm related to the KG-8 Incident?"
Edgeworth:
Your connection to the KG-8 Incident... ...is through the victim!
Yew:
.........!
Edgeworth:
The victim's name is Cece Yew. You will note that she has the same last name as you. Can you really still tell me with a straight face that you are not related to this case?
Yew:
.........Phwwwwh. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ...Sorry, but we're not related.
Edgeworth:
Wh--!?
Yew:
.........Just kidding. You asked that question with such a serious look on your face... ...that I couldn't help but... Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
Mmmrrrrgh...! Ms. Yew, I ask that you please tell me the truth.
Yew:
..................Ahem. Alright. I'll tell you everything I know.
KG-8 Incident Overview (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew, I ask that you please tell me truth.
Yew:
Alright. I'll tell you everything I know.
Knife
Yew:
Mr. Faraday was killed with this knife, correct...? I feel bad for him -- being killed by evidence you prepared yourself is just awful.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew, what do you think about this piece of evidence?
Yew:
What do I think? Well, other than the blood, it's a very pretty and ornate knife. I'd love to use it as an ornament in my home. If it's alright with you, may I have it?
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are you talking about!? This is a weapon that was used to kill someone with!
Yew:
...Phwwh! Ahahahahahaha! Why so serious!? I think someone needs to loosen up!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! (There she goes again!)
Handgun
Yew:
Looks like Mr. Rell was killed by the very gun he used to kill the Embassy staff member.
Edgeworth:
You speak of the concept of karma, I assume...? And that you take your life into your own hands when you commit a crime, correct? Hmph... I never thought I'd be dealing with a gun this soon upon becoming a prosecutor.
Yew:
Ah, well, for a veteran like me, they're pretty much par for the course. To be honest, even if it's just once, I've always wanted to try firing one. Hey! Is that thing loaded? Do you think I could give it a try right now?
Edgeworth:
D-Don't be ridiculous! This isn't some kind of toy!
Yew:
Phwwh! ...Phwwwwh! I was only joking! Duh!
Edgeworth:
(Why is it that anything I have to say is a joke to her...?)
Bodies
Edgeworth:
To have set these two men up and make it look like they killed each other... If there's one thing I cannot forgive, it's the desecration of the dead!
Table
Edgeworth:
Everything is neat and tidy on top of the table, with not a single disturbance in sight.
Open window
Edgeworth:
A pleasent breeze is blowing through this window. If only I could exchange it with the stifling atmosphere of this crime scene...
Bag on the table
Edgeworth:
...It's Mr. Faraday's bag. The evidence for the trial of the Embassy staff's murder is in here. And if things had gone smoothly, they would now be mine. Including the two weapons in this double murder, the knife and gun, I suppose.
TV
Edgeworth:
The television has been left on... to preserve the crime scene, of course. And it will stay on until the police are finished with their investigation. ...Do they think nothing of saving electricity? *sigh* How bothersome.
Examine evidence
Cap on Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It seems Mr. Faraday was in the habit of using very nice fountain pens.
Nim on Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Edgeworth:
Hmm... This looks like a quality nib. ...But I bet it's no match for my beloved feather pen.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Yew:
Well, this is about all I know. Haha... Sorry. Guess I wasn't much help, huh?
Edgeworth:
That's not true. I'm sorry I made you recall such a painful time in your life.
Yew:
Phwwh...... Ahahahahahahaha! Edgeworth, you really are too serious for your own good. You really need to learn to relax. We wouldn't want you to die of stress, would we?
Edgeworth:
...Thank you for the advice, but there's no need to worry. I work in my own way, and I will catch this criminal in my own way as well. You'll see.
Yew:
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Look at you with your game face on, ready to go!
Edgeworth:
I...! I'm making no such face!
Yew:
Did you know? Laughter is the best medicine, Edgeworth. Don't you get tired of making such a serious face all the time?
Edgeworth:
I'm charged with making sure that all the criminals of this world are found guilty. I... have no need for laughter.
Yew:
There you go, making that face again. Oh well. I've got to get going. I still have a few loose ends I need to tie up.
Edgeworth:
(.................. The KG-8 Incident and this murder investigation... It is my belief that these two cases are related to each other somehow. Plus, that detective... Detective Gumshoe...It's obvious he's lying, even though the lie is hurting his chances. ...Clearly, this case is far from over. But whether or not that detective is the murderer... ...can only be determined once I've completed my perfect investigation. Mr. von Karma... I swear to uphold your honorable name, or my name isn't Miles Edgeworth!)
To be continued.
September 10, 4:45 PMDistrict Court3rd Floor Lobby
Edgeworth:
Sir... What is to become of the trial into the Cohdopian Embassy staff member's murder?
Manfred:
Indeed. Since both the suspect and the prosecutor are now dead... ...the case will be dismissed. In other words, the trial ends here prematurely.
Franziska:
Hah... Looks like you'll have to wait just a bit longer for your big debut.
Edgeworth:
...I suppose it can't be helped.
Manfred:
The evidence for this trial will be transferred to you in a little while.
Edgeworth:
......... Sir, what do you think about the murder of the Cohdopian Embassy staff member... ...and the murders of Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell?
Manfred:
...What an outrageous circus it has all become. That Faraday brought it all upon himself wirh his naïveté.
Edgeworth:
An outrageous circus... Right, sir.
Manfred:
I grow weary of this topic. Edgeworth, I will have you assigned to a different case.
Edgeworth:
.........
Franziska:
Papa! You'll come and watch my courtroom debut next, won't you?
Manfred:
Hmm... I'll consider it.
Edgeworth:
...Sir, if I may, please allow me to continue with my investigation.
Manfred:
Whatever for?
Edgeworth:
I know that there is already a suspect in the murder of Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell... ...however, there is not enough evidence to prove that it was he who committed the crime. I'd like to continue investigating in order to find the perfect proof of his guilt.
Manfred:
The perfect proof? Don't make me laugh! A worthless person like you has no right to claim such a thing as perfection!
Edgeworth:
..................
Franziska:
.........Umm, Papa? Who do you think is the real culprit behind these murders?
Manfred:
..................
Franziska:
Miles and I, we're competing to see who can find the real killer first. Plus, being able to investigate a real crime scene is a really rare opportunity. It would give us some real-life experience, wouldn't you agree?
Manfred:
...Hmph! If you want to investigate this case that much, then do as you wish.
Edgeworth:
Then, you're allowing us to continue...?
Manfred:
In court, your top priority is to win, and a solid investigation is one of the keys to winning. We have to make sure you become recognized as a first-rate prosecutor, don't we? .........It wouldn't be very interesting otherwise. I'm returning home now. Edgeworth, Franziska! See to it I'm not disturbed, save for the results of your competition.
Edgeworth:
...Yes, sir!
Franziska:
Of course, Papa!
Edgeworth:
Franziska... Thank you.
Franziska:
What are you thanking me for? Your logic earlier was built on that scruffy detective's lie. That means that the competition is still on!
Edgeworth:
Yes, just as you wished.
Franziska:
Hmph... I couldn't let you get off so easily. Now then, let's see how well you fare on the investigation from here, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(I know I don't have enough information yet. So my first order of business will be to question anyone involved with this case...)
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Today's trial
Franziska:
It feels like there's a whole backside to this case we're not seeing.
Edgeworth:
(And here we had thought that it was a case where the two men had killed each other.)
Franziska:
We're lacking in information. And as a Von Karma, I can hardly call this a perfect investigation.
Edgeworth:
Indeed, it is as you say.
Franziska:
Ack...! I can't believe we agree on something...!
Edgeworth:
(Just what is so revolting about agreeing...?)
Franziska:
Anyway! Our first move should be to speak with everyone related to this case!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Even if you had not said it, I was planning to do so anyway.
Franziska:
...!
Edgeworth:
Argnk! (What was that lash for!?)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Franziska:
Do you think you can win this competition by simply showing that to me?
Edgeworth:
Not at all. In fact, I was planning to thank you. I wouldn't be a prosecutor today without you and your father.
Franziska:
...I didn't really do much. You became a prosecutor first, that's all. But just you wait and see, Miles Edgeworth. Very soon, I'll be a prosecutor, too!
Edgeworth:
Good, then we can both send criminals away together as colleagues!
Franziska:
Hmph... But you can be sure that I will always get more convictions than you.
Edgeworth:
(It's almost cute that she's going this far to insist that she'll always win... Almost.)
KG-8 Incident Overview
Franziska:
The KG-8 Incident, huh... The defendant was acquitted in that case, but I don't think we've seen the last of it.
Edgeworth:
The fact that he was acquitted on a lack of evidence is just revolting. It's inexcusable!
Franziska:
Well, if it was my papa, he would've been found guilty in three minutes flat.
Edgeworth:
Heh... Indeed. We would do well to watch and study more from our mentor... ...so that we may secure a conviction for all those we try. That will be our rule.
Franziska:
...What's all this "we" business? Don't lump me in with you, Miles. Any suspect I come across... will confess everything to me before we even reach the trial! Hmph... I'll show you exactly who is the superior prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
(.........Clearly, only one of us is playing to win here.)
Knife or Handgun
Franziska:
It's one of the weapons in this case... I pity Mr. Faraday. It's bad enough to be killed with evidence that he prepared himself... ...but to also be killed in a courthouse of all places... ...and right in the middle of one of the trials he was running, too...
Edgeworth:
It just goes to show that nothing in life is predictable.
Anything else
Edgeworth:
I was wondering what you think of this piece of evidence.
Franziska:
Asking people for help is breaking the rules, Miles. As I said earlier, this is a competition! A battle of wits! If you want to ask someone for an opinion, you should start with yourself!
Edgeworth:
(...In other words, you have no real opinions about this piece of evidence, do you?)
Bulletin board
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Franziska:
What is the meaning of this bulletin board!? Why are there so few trials posted!?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It would appear that the entire week is devoted to Mr. Rell's trial.
Franziska:
Is the crime rate really that low in this country? Or maybe... ...the police lack the proper motivation to get out there and catch the criminals?
Edgeworth:
...I'm afraid I can't comment on that, however... ...I can say I have my doubts about the younger detectives.
Franziska:
Sounds to me like they're in need of a stricter hand. And I'll start my discipline regiment with that pathetic, filthy-coated detective.
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* I feel bad for the big guy... and yet, I can find no suitable reason to stop her...)
Officer covering water
Officer:
I-I can't stop the water, sir!
Edgeworth:
It seems that the man who was here earlier broke it by drinking from it too much.
Franziska:
Bunch of fools who pretended to not see the foolishly foolish actions of a foolish fool!
Edgeworth:
Well then, why don't you lend the officer a hand?
Franziska:
Hmph. As if I should have anything to do with this. Besides, that water-drinking fool's mouth is the thing that officer should be covering. Let's give that officer a description of the water guzzler later.
Edgeworth:
(She seems to have quite the grudge... It sounds to me like someone wanted a drink...)
Door on center
Officer:
This area is restricted to authorized personnel only, sir.
Franziska:
If I'm not "authorized personnel", then what, may I ask, do you think I am?
Officer:
...Um, the younger sibling of a dysfunctional relationship...?
Franziska:
I'm not the younger one! He is! Now get that straight in your head!!
Edgeworth:
(I believe there is a more objectionable part you should be upset over, Franziska.)
Officer on center door
Officer:
Uuuu...nnngh...
Edgeworth:
What's the matter, officer?
Officer:
I've been standing here for forever, sir, and I really need to go to the bathroom...
Edgeworth:
Why don't you just make a quick trip? The nearest one isn't that far, is it?
Officer:
N-No, it's a short way down the hall beyond these doors, but... ...I don't want to be blamed for anything that might happen while I'm gone! So, I-I'm gonna hold it!!!
Edgeworth:
(...Perhaps Detective Gumshoe can be a positive influence on the force after all.)
Officer seeing courthouse model
Officer:
Wow! This thing is so incredibly detailed! My inner modeling fanboy is impressed!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I'm not exactly a fan of plastic models, per se... ...but even I can sense the superb quality of this model.)
Franziska:
I simply cannot comprehend how that man can feel so much love for such a trifle.
Edgeworth:
Oh...? I-I see...
Franziska:
You're a disciple of my father. So you would go well to guard yourself against an interest in such unproductive things.
Edgeworth:
(Yes, perhaps I should take up whipping people like the young lady over here...)
Courthouse model
Franziska:
It's an incredibly detailed model, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
I heard that it cost as much to make that as it cost to build the courthouse itself.
Franziska:
What was the point of making such an expensive model!?
Edgeworth:
I felt the exact same way upon hearing it.
Franziska:
Ugh. It's so hard to understand such foolishness!
Edgeworth:
Agreed.
Officer on sofa
Officer:
Sir! Nothing to report, sir! ...ZZZzzz...
Edgeworth:
Is there no one who will make this man take responsibility for his actions on the job!?
Franziska:
Looks like we have no choice but to report this to Papa. Then, this guard can have fun in a waking nightmare after being awakened from his dream.
Edgeworth:
...Actually, let's not. I kind of feel sorry for him now.
Gumshoe and Officer
Gumshoe:
It wasn't me, I tell ya! I didn't do anything wrong!
Officer:
Yes, I understand. So let's just calm down, OK buddy?
Edgeworth:
(I doubt I'll get anything useful from the detective while he is this agitated...)
Bookshelf
Edgeworth:
It's a bookshelf... Hm? What's this...? "Judges' Trial Exchange Log"? It appears to be a journal where the various judges share their thoughts and ideas. (The real daily lives of the judges are laid out here on these pages...)
Franziska:
...There's nothing about the court in here! It's just page after page of unrelated drivel!
Edgeworth:
Judging by the content, they are very enthusiastic about the courthouse's daily menu. ...And it would appear that fried oysters are a favorite.
Franziska:
I have no use for such foolishly foolish words from that foolishly foolish crowd.
Edgeworth:
(Someone please assure me that this is not the true state of this country's judiciary.)
Examine evidence
Cap on Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It seems Mr. Faraday was in the habit of using very nice fountain pens.
Franziska:
Really? Because my papa uses fountain pens that are much, much nicer than this. The way he signs his name with those pens makes his signature look like pure art.
Edgeworth:
(...I'm surprised Mr. von Karma has to sign anything. I thought he'd have a crest stamp made!)
Nim on Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Edgeworth:
Hmm... This looks like a quality nib.
Franziska:
Hmph. Well, my ballpoint pen is much easier to write with.
Edgeworth:
...You're obviously still too young to appreciate the finer points of a fountain pen.
Franziska:
! Don't treat me like a child!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh...! I wouldn't have to if you would only grow up!)
Blood on Plastic Bag
Edgeworth:
It would appear that this bag was actively used in the murder of Mr. Faraday.
Franziska:
! Wait... Isn't it possible that the killer left his fingerprints on the inside of this then!?
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but it looks like the killer was very careful not to leave any evidence behind.
Franziska:
...Sounds like we have a very clever killer on our hands. Which means that, on second thought, maybe that detective didn't do it after all.
Courtroom
Witness stand
Edgeworth:
It's the witness stand.
Franziska:
I'll make sure that each and every person that ever stands here will be found guilty!
Edgeworth:
There are others beside the defendant that stand at this podium, you know.
Franziska:
I don't care! Just make sure you never end up standing at one of these... ...or you'll be sorry!
Edgeworth:
.........I'll keep that in mind.
Viewing gallery
Franziska:
It's the viewing gallery. This is where the riffraff sit when they come to watch.
Edgeworth:
It's situated at the same height as the Judge's bench... I wonder if that's to represent the intense scrutiny of each and every case from all sides?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Are you or are you not man enough to stand up to all those eyes!?
Edgeworth:
What sort of--!? Of course I'm man enough!
Prosecution's bench
Franziska:
Any day now, I'll be taking my rightful place behind this bench.
Edgeworth:
By that time, I should already be standing here.
Franziska:
It'd be downright disgraceful if I beat you to it, wouldn't it?
Edgeworth:
If that were to happen Franziska... ...I'll eat my cravat.
Attorney's bench
Edgeworth:
It's the defense attorney's bench. .................. (I'd probably be standing on this side of the courtroom if that incident hadn't happened.)
Franziska:
What are you thinking about? Lately, the more wrinkly your face becomes, the less I'm able to read what you're thinking.
Edgeworth:
Well, I never--! I'll have you know, I don't have a single wrinkle upon my youthful brow!
Judge's bench
Franziska:
This must be the Judge's desk. You can tell by the gavel sitting on top.
Edgeworth:
I had a dream once that I was being squashed from above by this gavel.
Franziska:
You're such a weakling, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
You have no idea how frightening it was.
Judge's chair
Edgeworth:
The Judge's chair... It must be wonderful to be able to sit the whole time.
Franziska:
Yes, as apposed to us prosecutors and defense attorneys who have to stand. I think it'd only be fair if the Judge had to stand the whole time, too.
Edgeworth:
His Honor is an old man. He should be afforded some comforts...
Franziska:
Hmph! Fine, he can enjoy his chair, but he'll share in our pain through my lashes!
Edgeworth:
(I fear for the Judge if Franziska were to ever become a real prosecutor...)
3rd Floor Lobby
Calisto Yew
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew.
Yew:
Oh, it's you, Edgeworth. And who... are you? Wait... you were at the crime scene just now, weren't you?
Franziska:
...You should be disbarred for not knowing who I am. I am Franziska von Karma, and I am about to become the successor to the family name.
Yew:
About to? I guess that means that for now, you're still just another kid. In which case, it's only natural that I didn't know who you are.
Franziska:
Wh--!?
Edgeworth:
Wh-Why are you whipping ME!?
Yew:
Phwwwwwwwwh... Anyway, it looks like they're planning to hold the evidence a bit longer. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's waiting.
Edgeworth:
I'm terribly sorry, but I have but a few more questions to ask of you.
Yew:
Phwwh... Ahahahahaha! Look at you -- eyebrows scrunched, with lines on your forehead... And that, "To ask of you"! Ahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What exactly is so funny!?
Yew:
Mnnpphwwwh... Sorry! I'm just bad at dealing with a super-serious atmosphere.
Edgeworth:
(Apparently, they failed to teach you proper behavior at a crime scene in law school.)
Yew:
Ah... Hoo. I feel much better now. So, what is it you want to talk about?
Edgeworth:
I'd like to inquire as to where you were at the time of the crime.
Yew:
We were in Defendant Lobby No. 1 the whole time, up until we heard the gunshot. And by "we", I mean Mr. Badd. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask him yourself.
Edgeworth:
You were with Detective Badd? Why?
Yew:
We had a little something to discuss, that's all.
Detective Badd
Edgeworth:
So, I take it that you are acquaintances with Detective Badd?
Yew:
Yes, he was the detective in charge of the KG-8 Incident.
Edgeworth:
! Detective Badd is also related to that incident!?
Yew:
That's right. He was the one who was supposed to protect my sister, Cece. But you know how that turned out, don't you Edgeworth?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! I have no idea what you two are talking about! I've heard of the KG-8 Incident from my papa... ...but how does that case relate to you, Ms. Yew?
Yew:
The victim of that case, Cece Yew, was my little sister.
Franziska:
.........!
Edgeworth:
..................
Yew:
Ahahahaha! You're making that super-serious face again! I'm fine... Really. I just make it a point to rub some more salt in his wounded prode every time I see him!
Edgeworth:
(The way she talks about doing that as she laughs away is kind of creepy...)
Yew:
Oh, speaking of Mr. Badd, he and Mr. Faraday... ...I'd say they met up just about every single time the Yatagarasu made a move. It was practically a given that the two would meet up at every one of the crime scenes.
Edgeworth:
I see. He did mention that he is in charge of the Yatagarasu investigation earlier. (Maybe I should ask her what she knows about the Yatagarasu in more detail...)
Time of the murder
Edgeworth:
You claim that at the time of the murder, you were with Detective Badd...
Franziska:
...But don't you lawyers usually discuss the trial with your clients during a recess?
Yew:
We do, and that's what I was planning to do. But Mr. Faraday was being rather threatening and he dragged Mr. Rell away. After that, Mr. Badd came into Lobby No. 1, so we just stayed there and talked.
Edgeworth:
And what did you talk with Detective Badd about?
Yew:
Phwwwh... Nothing interesting. I just insulted him some... ...talked about how the trial was going... and then I insulted him some more.
Edgeworth:
(Bloody... When she's not laughing, her mouth seemingly spews nothing but insults.)
Yew:
Anyway, Mr. Badd and I were in Defendant Lobby No. 1 when the murders occurred... ...so I really can't tell you anything about the hallway or Lobby No. 2.
Edgeworth:
I see.
Mack Rell
Edgeworth:
I'd like to ask you a few questions about your client, Mr. Mack Rell. Now, your client first claimed to be the Yatagarasu, is that correct?
Yew:
Yeah... Once I heard that it was the Yatagarasu that had made off with the evidence from KG-8... ...I began to ask Mr. Rell all sorts of questions, but to no avail. Turns out, Mr. Rell was not the Yatagarasu. He had just made that up.
Edgeworth:
He made it up...?
Yew:
Mr. Rell's crime was caught on tape by the security cameras... ...but there is no footage of him sneaking into the Cohdopian Embassy itself.
Franziska:
Hold on for just one second! Then, you mean to say that you knew that he was not the real Yatagarasu... ...and that he was just another cold-blooded killer? And you were ready to defend him!?
Yew:
Yes, that's right.
Edgeworth:
I see... So a defense lawyer is actually just someone whose job is to cover for criminals.
Franziska:
That's why defense lawyers are so detestable! But they are no match for us Von Karmas!
Yew:
.........Phwwh... Ahahahaha! I don't believe it! You're serious! Why don't you save that face for something really worth being serious about? And Edgeworth, do you remember what I said earlier? I... phwwh... have my own agenda. Phwwwh... I'm still on the hunt for leads regarding the KG-8 Incident, alright?
Edgeworth:
And for that, you have not a single qualm about defending a known killer...?
Yew:
.........Don't put words in my mouth. I said no such thing.
Edgeworth:
.........
Yew:
The only was I had to get close to Mr. Rell was to be his lawyer. I had no intention of covering for him, ever. So don't you dare suggest I was going to.
Edgeworth:
...I'm sorry. Forgive my rashness.
Yatagarasu (appears after Detective Badd)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew. I was wondering if you could tell me about the Yatagarasu.
Yew:
The Yatagarasu, huh... I don't really know much about that character myself. But I do get a lot of consultation requests from companies to defend them.
Edgeworth:
Requests from companies...?
Yew:
The Yatagarasu isn't some petty thief out for money, you know.
Franziska:
Hmph. Alright then. Perhaps the Yatagarasu is in the business of stealing people's lives?
Yew:
............ You're not very funny, or witty, are you, little Miss. von Karma?
Franziska:
Grr.........!
Edgeworth:
Franziska! Be careful about who you whip! Choose carefully, or we may be sued by... Nnghhoooh!
Franziska:
There. I chose carefully, just like you wanted.
Yew:
Phwwh... Mnnphwwwwwwh! Ahahahahaha!
Franziska:
.........?
Yew:
Ahah... Ahahahahahahahahaha! Th-That just now... was hilarious, little missy!
Franziska:
Hmph. Of course it was.
Edgeworth:
(.........What is wrong with these two women!? Why does my pain give them delight?)
Franziska:
And? So, in the end, what is the Yatagarasu? I have to say, I had never even heard of this thief when I was in Germany.
Yew:
The Yatagarasu deals in information. Namely, in digging out dirt about back-room dealings and the like of companies. The Yatagarasu is a vigilante who steals such info and then makes it public for all to see.
Franziska:
Hmph. Vigilante or not, this person sounds like just another criminal to me.
Yew:
I suppose you could put it that way, too. But either way, I get a lot more clients now, thanks to that thief.
Edgeworth:
(...Sounds like Ms. Yew is profiting nicely.)
Present
KG-8 Incident Overview (after talking about "KG-8 Incident")
Yew:
My sister was killed in that incident... And the defendant, Manny Coachen, got off scot-free due to a lack of evidence! It's so frustrating... The prosecution was a breath away from putting him away.
Edgeworth:
(She's not laughing at this particular topic... Although, it's to be expected.)
Yew:
...Phwwwh! I can't believe what a forceful face you're making! Ahahahaha! That face is totally killing me!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... Well that moment of seriousness was short-lived...)
Det. Gumshoe's Testimony
Yew:
Circumstantial evidence and a motive... It all points to that detective, doesn't it? On top of that, even his testimony turned out to be a lie. Well, that's what you get when you trust a criminal. They're all just liars in the end.
Edgeworth:
(All criminals are liars...? Well, at least we agree on something.) But that detective is telling a lie that is nothing but a disservice to himself...
Yew:
...Phwwwh. You're really too naïve, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You don't understand. If I should leave even the smallest mystery unsolved... ...I can't really claim to have conducted the perfect investigation.
Yew:
Phwwh... "The perfect investigation"...!
Edgeworth:
(Speaking of... I fear that why she laughs when she does is a mystery I may never solve.)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I suppose I've gotten all I can out of Ms. Yew. I should move on and speak with Detective Gumshoe now.)
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Present
Annual Bonus Envelope
Franziska:
Scruffy's annual bonus envelope? What a useless piece of evidence.
Edgeworth:
Yes, well, obvious point aside, what do you think about the low amount of money?
Franziska:
A pathetic amount for a pathetic detective. I think it rather suits him.
Edgeworth:
But don't you think it's a bit too low, even for an officer like him?
Franziska:
By his pay, I can tell he's a fool that I'd never trust anything to. A foolish fool like him would only blotch my record with foolishly foolish mistake. Well, not that it matters. I'll never have to work with that pathetic fool anyway.
Edgeworth:
(That was a bit harsh... even for you, Franziska...)
Dick Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Hey... It's you, pal! You're here. ...Yeeeeeooowwch!
Franziska:
...As am I.
Edgeworth:
(I don't think you needed to whip him to let him know that...)
Gumshoe:
I-I didn't do it, pal! I swear on my honor as a detective! I really didn't!
Edgeworth:
Your words are useless. I place my trust only in the evidence, Detective. Once the investigation is fully over, and should we find out that you are the killer... ...there will be no mercy to be had for you.
Gumshoe:
H-Have a heart, pal!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. But you're not worried, right? After all, you have nothing to worry about, if you really are innocent, that is.
Gumshoe:
That's right! Hey, pal! Go and do your perfect investigation and get the real killer for me, will you?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I would've done so, even had you not requested me to, Detective.
Motive for murder
Edgeworth:
So you and Mr. Faraday had a small "meeting" last week, did you? And what exactly did you do to make him so angry?
Gumshoe:
I just asked Detective Badd the same thing myself, pal. Turns out, he was mad at me because on my very first day as a detective... ...I reported in at my usual post instead of the Criminal Affairs Department. By the time I got down to Criminal Affairs, I was really, really late. And that's when he gave me that huge speech...
Franziska:
I remember doing the same exact thing in elementary school. On the first day of school every year, I'd always wind up going to my old classroom.
Edgeworth:
(How pathetic for the Detective to be compared to a mere schoolchild.)
During the recess
Edgeworth:
You claim to be standing guard in front of the door to Lobby No. 2 during the recess. However, when did you receive the order to do so, and from whom?
Gumshoe:
Umm... earlier, at around 3:20. and from Detective Badd, pal. Today's trial took a really crazy turn... ...so I was told to make sure nothing happened to Mr. Faraday.
Franziska:
And yet, something did happen to him, correct? It looks like it was a total waste of manpower to assign you to guard duty.
Gumshoe:
Owww! Your words sting worse than your whip, pal...
Edgeworth:
(So it was Detective Badd who ordered him to stand guard, huh...)
Next step (appears after During the recess)
Edgeworth:
Now then, Detective Gumshoe... Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?
Gumshoe:
............N-Nope, not a thing, pal.
Franziska:
In that case, allow us to take a look at what you are carrying on your personage.
Gumshoe:
Ah! Wait! You can't do that!
Franziska:
...There's nothing of any particular value here.
Gumshoe:
Well, my handcuffs and badge were confiscated by Detective Badd, you know...
Edgeworth:
And what is that open envelope I see sticking out of your coat pocket?
Gumshoe:
Ah! Hands off, pal!
Franziska:
Just show it to us already!
Gumshoe:
Yeoooow!
Edgeworth:
"Annual Bonus Check Within: $5.00 total"... Except there is no check inside.
Gumshoe:
You've had your look, now give it back, pal! It's my first bonus as a brand-new detective! I just got it and cashed it today! I had literally no cash on me up until I did, you know. So that envelope is really special to me! Now give it back!
Franziska:
You don't need rubbish like this. Don't worry, we'll throw it away for you later.
Gumshoe:
How could you...!?
Annual Bonus Envelope data jotted down in my Organizer.
Present
Annual Bonus Envelope
Edgeworth:
A bonus of $5.00? Even for a new, rookie detective, that's a bit low.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, even though I just got promoted, I guess I caught the attention of the higher-ups!
Franziska:
At that amount, I'd have preferred to not receive one at all.
Gumshoe:
You just don't get it, pal! You don't get how great it feels to get your first bonus!
Edgeworth:
I suppose not. I have yet to receive my own bonus as a prosecutor.
Franziska:
Hmph. Well, I received mine from my papa last December, like I do every year.
Edgeworth:
...That's not a bonus. That's a Holiday gift.
Franziska:
.........Whatever you want to call it, Miles.
Anything else
Edgeworth:
I'd like to ask you a little about this...
Gumshoe:
I'm not saying a peep, pal! 'Cause I'm not the killer, OK!?
Edgeworth:
You misunderstand. I wasn't going to ask you about that...
Gumshoe:
All I've ever wanted to do was to become a detective, pal! So I'd never want to be a killer!
Edgeworth:
(It seems that he doesn't want to talk about anything unrelated to his predicament...)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Officer:
I'm sorry, but I need to take him for questioning now...
Edgeworth:
(I think I've asked him just about everything I needed to... No, wait... Since he became a suspect, there is one piece of evidence I should re-confirm.) Officer, I ask that you wait a second. I still have one thing I'd like to re-confirm with Detective Gumshoe.
Officer:
Understood! But please make it brief, sir.
Edgeworth:
(I want to hear it from the horse's mouth... I must confirm whether or not his testimony about when the crime occurred is the truth.)
Dick Gumshoe
Present
Det. Gumshoe's Testimony
Leads to:
"You told me earlier that you heard no sound, other than the gunshot, out in the hallway."
Edgeworth:
You told me earlier that you heard no sound, other than the gunshot, out in the hallway. Is that correct?
Gumshoe:
No mistake about it, pal!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... then, you are also claiming that no one passed through the hallway either? Is that also correct?
Gumshoe:
......Yup! Not even a single ant passed through that hall while I was on duty!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Hmmmmm... You do realize that the lie you're telling is only making life more difficult for yourself.
Gumshoe:
Huh? ............Oh. B-But it's true! I didn't see anyone go through the hallway, and I didn't hear anything else, pal! I bet the killer found a way to kill the two guys that's beyond what I can even imagine!
Edgeworth:
......... (So he intends to continue telling this ridiculous lie... But why would he do so, given the situation he's in? I believe a thorough investigation... ...of the hallway in front of the defendant lobbies is in order.)
Gumshoe:
Ack! You...!
Edgeworth:
Nnnghoooooooh!!
???:
*rasp* Phwwwwwwtt!
Franziska:
...How could you have not noticed that coming?
Edgeworth:
Nnn...nghhhh...! (Wasn't that... the child I changed money for earlier...?)
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Thanks! That's exactly what I needed!
Edgeworth:
Kids... can sometimes be so cruel...
Franziska:
It looks like she dropped something.
Swiss Roll data jotted down in my Organizer.
Franziska:
Maybe we should arrest the girl? She might turn out to be a valuable lead.
Examine evidence
Front side of Swiss Roll
Edgeworth:
"Courthouse Special Swiss Rolls"... Is this being sold somewhere on the premises?
Franziska:
I don't recall seeing a restaurant of any sort in this courthouse...
Edgeworth:
I somehow doubt you'd find junk food like this on a restaurant menu, Franziska...
Franziska:
Well then, where do they sell these things, huh!?
Edgeworth:
Umm... a convenience store, I suppose...
Franziska:
Well, I'm sure there's no convenience store in this courthouse, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk! (...Where in the world did this come from?)
Edgeworth:
Mnrgh... I believe some sort of punishment may need to be dealt the next time we meet...
Edgeworth:
I believe I've asked all that I need to of this man. Now, for Detective Badd and the Judge...
Franziska:
We have to confirm who is correct, the Judge or that scruff-face, right? I suppose we should inspect the hallway in front of Lobby No. 2 next, then.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose so. Shall we head on over, Franziska?
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
That scruff-face's movements during the recess are really suspicious.
Edgeworth:
Oh? I suppose you noticed it too, then.
Franziska:
Of course I did. Scruffy is giving us a testimony that is nothing but harmful to himself. Normally, criminals would tell the opposite type of lie in an attempt to escape.
Edgeworth:
Yes... That is exactly the same point I'm having trouble understanding. (It seems that I need to expose what he was really up to during the recess. And to do that, I should head to the hallway where he was supposedly standing guard.)
Dick Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
May I have a word with you, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Argh... What in the world am I supposed to do, pal...?
Franziska:
I don't think he'll be of much use right now. Let's continue with the investigation.
Edgeworth:
I suppose so. I propose we go and inspect the hallway he was standing guard in next.
September 10District CourtHallway
Badd:
So... did you see anything else...?
Judge:
Hmm... No, I don't think so.
Badd:
I see... Well, thanks for your cooperation...
Judge:
Oh, it's nothing. Just doing my duty as a defender of the law.
Badd:
...That'll be all for now. I'll ask again if I have any other questions.
Judge:
Anytime, Detective. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few loose ends I have to tie up... Oh! You're that new prosecutor Mr. von Karma recommended, right?
Edgeworth:
My name is Miles Edgeworth, Your Honor.
Franziska:
And I'm Manfred von Karma's daughter, Franziska von Karma. I'm set to become the successor to my genius father any day now, Your Honor!
Judge:
I see, Mr. New Prosecutor Recommended by Von Karma Miles Edgeworth, and Ms. Gen-- ...Ack...! ...I-I bhit mai tonnge.
Edgeworth:
...Are you alright, Your Honor?
Franziska:
Please feel free to refer to me as just "Ms. von Karma", Your Honor. As for him... Just "Edgeworth" is fine.
Edgeworth:
(Apparently, SOMEBODY doesn't feel that I'm worthy of a proper title.)
Judge:
Oho! Very well, then. I shall call you Ms. von Karma and Mr. Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...Your Honor, "Mr. Edgeworth" is fine, sir. Now, about your earlier testimony...
Judge:
Yes? What about it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I would like to ask you a few questions about what exactly you saw.
Judge:
Alright. After all, it's my duty to clarify my testimony as a defender of the law.
Edgeworth:
I greatly appreciate your cooperation, Your Honor. (Now, the first thing I will need to do is figure out that detective's exact movements.)
Begin Investigation
Hallway
Logic
"Pink piece of trash" and "Windowsill cactus"
Edgeworth:
This pink, rubbery substance... I saw this in a different form earlier today. I believe this is a piece of a popped balloon.
Franziska:
I suppose that's possible.
Edgeworth:
The balloon probably got a little too close to our friend, the windowsill cactus.
Franziska:
...That would be the logical conclusion, yes.
Balloon Piece data jotted down in my Organizer.
"Vending machine" and "Swiss roll crumbs"
Edgeworth:
These bits of chocolate and cake... Could they not have come from a Swiss roll?
Franziska:
A Swiss roll? Why would a courthouse sell a thing like that?
Edgeworth:
It may not seem like the right venue... however, it IS being sold right over there.
Franziska:
The vending machine...? Ah, I see. "Stay neutral as the Swiss do until the end with these!" Two for $6!? Talk about expensive.
Edgeworth:
(Leaving the fact that it's on the expensive side aside... ...the fact that the cake crumbs and chocolate bits were found in this hallway... ...suggests that they came from a Swiss roll that was purchased from this machine.)
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
This is a pretty spacious hallway, but it's nothing compared to the ones at home.
Edgeworth:
Indeed... (...because Mr. von Karma's house is a bit TOO spacious.)
Franziska:
However, even with this much space, there's nowhere for that scruff-face to hide. Well, other than the crime scene just beyond those doors.
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I believe it's much too early to draw any conclusions. (It was already proven that Detective Gumshoe was in this hallway the entire time. Now all we need to do is gather more information. And to do that, I'll just have to examine everything I see here by myself.)
Hallway window (after talking about "Time of the murder")
Franziska:
So, according to the Judge, someone looking through the restroom window... ...that you can see from the window at the end of this hall, can see into this hall? I wonder exactly how true that statement is, don't you?
Edgeworth:
Well, it IS possible to get a pretty clear view of this hallway from that restroom.
Franziska:
...Is there really a men's bathroom window through the window at the end of this hall?
Edgeworth:
Of course. ...Can you not see it?
Franziska:
...!
Edgeworth:
Arrnnngh!
Franziska:
I demand that you show me this view at once!
Edgeworth:
(I suppose I should go examine that window once again anyway...)
The crime scene (after gaining all logic)
Franziska:
We've gathered so much information, but they feel like just random fragments to me. I wonder what really happened here?
Edgeworth:
(Random fragments...? No matter how related they seem at first, they might actually fit together somehow.)
Franziska:
.........I grow tired of your inner monologues! Say something!
Edgeworth:
Arnngh! (I'm going to end up in pieces thanks to that whip before I can piece the logic together.)
Sofa (top side)
Before obtaining all Logic and examining handprint
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After obtaining all Logic and examining handprint
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Cactus
Edgeworth:
...Unnrgh!
Franziska:
What's the matter?
Edgeworth:
I pricked myself on one of this cactus's needles. I didn't think the needles on this thing would be so sharp.
Franziska:
Well? What did you expect? Can you imagine how bad it would be if you were hit on the head by one of these? Anyway, this cactus seems to be unrelated to our case.
Edgeworth:
Do you really think so? Because I believe that this cactus sitting on this windowsill (Windowsill cactus - Potted cactus sitting on the hallway window's windowsill. Its needles are dangerous.) is completely related.
Franziska:
...Oh? Well then, I look forward to your explanation on how exactly it is related.
Pink object
Edgeworth:
Hm? What... is this? It's a pink-colored piece of trash (Pink piece of trash - Piece of pink trash found on the windowsill of the hallway window. Made of rubber.)... made of rubber. Hmm... I feel like I've seen something like this before...
Franziska:
Well, all I see is a piece of garbage. But you know... the fact that there is a litterer running loose inside this courthouse... It's simply unforgivable!
Edgeworth:
Ack-! It's not like it was I who littered!
Franziska:
Rubbish belongs in a rubbish bin!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk!
Open window
Edgeworth:
I can look outside... however, I doubt the killer could've escaped through here.
Franziska:
Of course not. This IS the third floor, after all.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It appears that bars were installed on this to prevent people from falling out.
Franziska:
Bars? What bars?
Edgeworth:
...Can you not see them from your vantage point?
Franziska:
.........
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? (I must remember not to bring up that taboo subject again...)
Open window (after talking about "Time of the murder")
Edgeworth:
So that window on the other side belongs to the men's restroom...
Franziska:
...I can't see it.
Edgeworth:
At your height? I'm not surprised.
Franziska:
.........!
Edgeworth:
Nnghoooooooh! (I guess short people have feelings too!)
Ants
Edgeworth:
The ants are hard at work carrying their food home. It's a marvel that they can pick up such comparatively large objects to their size.
Franziska:
Well, if you want to carry the mighty Von Karma name and not be squished under it... ...you'd better work extra hard, just like these ants.
Edgeworth:
.........The same goes for you, Franziska.
Sofa (bottom side)
Sofa
Edgeworth:
Ants are pouring out of the hole in this bench as well. I wonder if the inside of this bench consists of nothing but ants...?
Franziska:
Don't you dare continue with that gross line of thought!
Edgeworth:
Unnrk! I-I'm sorry.
Pile of ants
Franziska:
What are these black speckles?
Edgeworth:
I believe it's a pile of ants, eating away.
Franziska:
Oooh... That detective...! He claims that not a single slipped by him... ...and yet, here is a whole hill of them!
Edgeworth:
Gnaaack! Wh-What are you hitting ME for!?
Franziska:
As a replacement for that pathetic detective!
Edgeworth:
Nngh... (Perhaps I should add this deduction to the detective's growing tab of pay cuts...)
Franziska:
Anyway, I wonder what the ants are eating?
Edgeworth:
From the look and sweet smell of it, pieces of cake and chocolate from a Swiss roll (Swiss roll crumbs - Found on the floor under the bench. A hill of ants are attracted to its sweet scent.).
Franziska:
...Miles Edgeworth... The courthouse is to be kept pristine at all times!
Edgeworth:
Nnghooooh! I-It wasn't me that dropped food on the ground!
Franziska:
The courthouse! Must be! Kept clean!
Edgeworth:
Nnnghooooooh!
Handprint
Edgeworth:
The dirt on this bench... It smells like some sort of sweet substance.
Franziska:
I can't believe there is someone going around dirtying the courthouse! For shame!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
C-Calm down, Franziska... Now, take a good look. Doesn't this smudge look kind of like a handprint to you?
Franziska:
...I suppose it could be.
Edgeworth:
Which means... ...that perhaps we can lift the prints of the person who sullied this bench!
Franziska:
I see... And then, we'll know the identity of our mystery slob.
Edgeworth:
You there! The lab technician! Could you please find out who this handprint belongs to?
Forensics:
Sir! Yes, sir!
Forensics:
I've got the results of the fingerprint analysis, sir!
Edgeworth:
And? Do we know who they belong to?
Forensics:
Sir! The fingerprints belong to Detective Gumshoe!
Edgeworth:
Oh...? Interesting. Good work, officer.
Det. Gumshoe's Fingerprints data jotted down in my organizer.
Franziska:
And there you have it...
Edgeworth:
Yes, I suppose so.
Franziska:
Now we know the identity of the person who dirtied the bench...!
Edgeworth:
(.........I sense that you and I will be using this information in very different ways...)
Handprint (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
So the one who sullied the bench turns out to be Detective Gumshoe. We know thanks to the fingerprints he left.
Franziska:
What a slob, dirtying the bench like this! That scruff-face is going to receive a good whipping from me when next we meet!
Edgeworth:
(As if he isn't being punished enough by everything that's going on, Franziska...)
Tyrell Badd
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, I have something I wish to inquire about...
Badd:
.........
Franziska:
Hey! How about doing some actual work, you!
Edgeworth:
...I wish to inquire into Detective Gumshoe's movement during the recess.
Badd:
...You're getting in the way of the investigation.
Edgeworth:
I have an order from Mr. von Karma himself. Plus, I still hold investigative authority.
Badd:
...Tch.
Detective Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
So I hear you were the one who called for Detective Gumshoe to come down here.
Badd:
...Faraday... That guy was just accused... you know? I just knew something was gonna happen... My detective instinct told me.
Franziska:
A lot of good it did you. You couldn't even protect one, lone prosecutor with it.
Badd:
............!
Franziska:
!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, you need to apologize.
Franziska:
...Arghn...! ...I'm sorry.
Edgeworth:
I'm terribly sorry, Detective Badd. Please continue.
Badd:
.........Hmph. I used the phone on the first floor... and called the precinct... I told them to send somebody over. ...And that detective's the one that showed up.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... And only upon his arrival did you set Detective Gumshoe to stand guard, Detective Badd?
Badd:
...Yeah. I waited for him on the first floor... After he got here, we came up to these defendant lobbies together. ...As we entered this hallway, we ran into Yew... She told us... that Faraday was really mad... ...and that he'd dragged Rell off to Lobby No. 2 to have a word or something... And... that Faraday had said... to not let anyone interrupt them. ...So what choice did I have? ...All I could do was tell the big lug to stand guard outside.
Edgeworth:
And around what time did all of that take place?
Badd:
Let's see... I think it was about... 30 minutes before I heard the gunshot. After giving the big lug his assignment... he never left the hallway, not once...
Franziska:
Oh? And how can you make such a claim?
Badd:
Hmph... One of the guards out in this floor's main lobby swore to me he didn't.
Edgeworth:
If the detective never left the hallway... then where did he disappear off to?
Franziska:
Hmph. That's simple. He must have gone into Lobby No. 2, just as I suspected.
Badd:
Yew and I... We were in Lobby No. 1 next door. ...The only one without an alibi... is Gumshoe...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... It would seem that I am still missing some key pieces of information.)
The gunshot
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, you also heard the gunshot, did you not?
Badd:
...Yeah. I heard it when I was in Defendant Lobby No. 1... That's why I... came running towards Lobby No. 2 together with Yew...
Edgeworth:
How much time elapsed between you hearing the gunshot and your arrival on the scene?
Badd:
...Less than a minute.
Edgeworth:
What were your movements upon hearing the gunshot?
Badd:
I grabbed the big lug, who was just walking around in the hall... ...and raced into Lobby No. 2... And that's when we discovered the bodies... in that order.
Franziska:
That makes you the discoverer of the crime scene, right?
Badd:
...Yeah. I guess it does... little miss.
Franziska:
I am about to become a prosecutor very soon! You will treat me with the dignity I deserve, or else!
Badd:
Hmph. You wave that thing around any more... ...and I'll have you arrested for obstruction... little miss.
Franziska:
You wouldn't dare!
Badd:
Ha ha... Just joking.
Franziska:
Gnnnngh...
Edgeworth:
(Detective Badd is really something if he can make Franziska behave...!)
Badd:
...Are we... about done?
Edgeworth:
(Is there anything else I should ask him about...?)
Time he heard the gunshot
Leads to:
"I'd like for you to tell me the exact time you heard the gunshot."
Place he heard the gunshot
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd... Where were you when you heard the gunshot?
Badd:
...How many times are you going to ask that? I was in Defendant Lobby No. 1 when I heard the gunshot...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... It's exactly the same as what he said earlier when I asked...)
Badd:
...Now, get out of here. ...You're getting in the way.
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I-I'm not through questioning you yet!
Leads back to:
"(Is there anything else I should ask him about...?)"
Situation around the gunshot
Edgeworth:
I'd like to know a little more about the circumstances under which you heard the gunshot.
Badd:
...Like I said, I was in Lobby No. 1 with Yew. ...I have nothing else to add.
Edgeworth:
(Well, his testimony certainly corroborates with what Ms. Yew said...)
Franziska:
Miles, you already asked him about that, remember?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (I suppose I should ask about something else...)
Leads back to:
"(Is there anything else I should ask him about...?)"
Edgeworth:
I'd like for you to tell me the exact time you heard the gunshot.
Badd:
...It was around the end of the recess, and the trial was about to start again... I think. He was supposed to make time for himself to transfer the evidence he was holding... ...but I got the sense he wasn't gonna show for the hand-off... So I figured I should go get him, or he'd be late... And just as I thought that... Bang...! The sound of a gunshot hit my eyedrums...
Edgeworth:
(So he heard the gunshot right before the trial was about to re-start, huh...)
Det. Badd's Testimony jotted down in my Organizer.
Present
KG-8 Incident Overview
Edgeworth:
The KG-8 Incident... I heard that you were involved in this case as well.
Badd:
...Yeah.
Edgeworth:
............
Badd:
............
Edgeworth:
...Th-That's all you have to say?
Badd:
...It was an unpleasant case that I don't wish to recall... I've got a lot of regrets I'll never forget related to that. Regrets I'll take to the grave.
Edgeworth:
(Does he really have that many regrets...? On the other hand, thinking back on what I know, I suppose he just might...)
Mr. Faraday's Fountain Pen
Badd:
Faraday...
Edgeworth:
It sounds like you lost someone close to you.
Badd:
...He was a battle-buddy. We fought through a lot together... A boy with a silver spoon in his mouth couldn't understand society's dark underbelly.
Edgeworth:
Grr... (Although, honestly, I suppose he's right. I don't have anyone I relate to in that way... Well, it's not as though I long for someone like that... Nor am I good at getting close...)
Det. Badd's Testimony
Badd:
It's just as I said... I have nothing further to add. But if there's one thing a detective honors, it's that... ...you must have confidence in, and take responsibility... for anything you say... That's what it means to be a detective...
Edgeworth:
(In other words, you're just another stubborn horse, aren't you, Detective?)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, I'd like to ask you about this piece of evidence.
Badd:
..................
Franziska:
Hmph. What a narcissist! He'd rather look at his face than the evidence!
Badd:
...Don't trust your eyes all the time, little girl... I can see the evidence... and keep an eye on the two of you with this mirror...
Franziska:
What--!? Then why don't you answer!?
Badd:
Because I've got nothing to say... That's all.
Edgeworth:
...Understood. (Why couldn't he have just said that at the beginning?)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Badd:
...Are we done here? I don't have any time to waste...
Hold it!
Franziska:
Oh, come on. All you're doing is standing in front of this door, doing nothing.
Badd:
.........Hmph.
Edgeworth:
(I get the sense that he is somewhat investigating this crime scene... Or rather, that he is keeping us under surveillance... But to what end...?) ...Detective Badd, may I ask that you cooperate with us for just a bit longer?
Badd:
...I don't have anything else to say.. to the two of you... You guys... were the ones who said you wanted to investigate in the first place.
Franziska:
Fine then! Be obstinate! We'll just do as we please! Come on, Miles!
Edgeworth:
...You may no longer be willing to help us, however... ...may I ask for the forensic scientists' cooperation?
Badd:
.........Do as you like...
Judge
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind. Where were you at the time of the murder?
Judge:
I-I-I-Do you suspect me of something!?
Edgeworth:
No, nothing of the sort, Your Honor...
Judge:
Ahem! V-Very well, you may continue with your testimony.
Edgeworth:
...Your Honor, it's your testimony I'm after.
Judge:
Oh! I had no idea you were chasing after me or my testimony...
Edgeworth:
(I'm beginning to sense that I might want to avoid being in a trial run by this judge...)
Time of the murder
Leads to:
"Let's see here... Now then, how should I put this...?"
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Today's trial may have ended abruptly, but we will meet again.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. I'm looking forward to that day, Mr. Edgeworth.
Franziska:
When I become a prosecutor, you might even see me in your courtroom a few times. I hope you'll treat me with even greater respect than now.
Judge:
I-I only ask that you please do not bring a whip into my courtroom!
Franziska:
Hmph. I'm afraid that issue is not up for negotiation.
Edgeworth:
(As long as the whip can't reach his seat, I'm sure His Honor will be safe... I think.)
Swiss Roll
Judge:
Oh! It's a Courthouse Special Swiss Roll! It has such a nice, fluffy texture, and just the right amount of sweetness to it. And it's made from all-natural ingredients... ...so of course, it's easy to digest as well!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I see...
Judge:
Actually, they decided only recently to sell these rolls as the Courthouse Special. Of course, I've been sending in my special requests all along. Why don't you try sending in a request once in a while?
Edgeworth:
(I suppose I'll just have to think of a good suggestion by the next time I come here...)
Det. Badd's Testimony
Judge:
You wish to ask about Detective Badd? Well, he is one well-honored detective. He doesn't say much and he doesn't really like people, but he has quite a few wounds.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I figured as much...
Franziska:
He has such a bad habit of randomly treating people as through they were children.
Judge:
Ah, but if you were in pursuit of a criminal, there's no one I'd trust more with my life. Even in the middle of a fierce gunfight, Detective Badd doesn't lose his cool.
Edgeworth:
Aren't you exaggerating just a bit? I mean, what detective doesn't value his or her life?
Judge:
No, no, you don't understand. He got all those holes in his jacket from all the gunfights he's gotten in fighting crime! You should learn about him if you want to be a part of the world of law enforcement.
Edgeworth:
(Something tells me that I should strive to stay on that detective's good side...)
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, I'd like for you to please take a look at this piece of evidence.
Judge:
Very well. The court will accept this into evidence.
Edgeworth:
N-No, wait! That's not what I showed it to you for!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Edgeworth. If I may, I suggest you bone up on court procedure a bit more. When evidence is shown before me, it goes into evidence. That is the law of the court.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... I'm sorry to say this, however, that rule does not apply to the outside world.
Judge:
Hmm, come to think of it, I suppose court is not in session right now.
Edgeworth:
(...Being passionate about one's work is one thing, but to confuse it with real life...)
Judge:
Let's see here... Now then, how should I put this...? When you get to be my age... you need to pay more frequent visits to the restroom.
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Judge:
If you go take a look through the window at the end of this hall, you'll see a small window. That is the window to the men's restroom. In other words, you can see clearly into this hallway from the men's restroom.
Edgeworth:
..................
Judge:
When I was going into the restroom, that detective... Gumshoe, is it...? Well, he was standing in front of the vending machines buying something from it.
Edgeworth:
...Hmm...
Judge:
However! And this I couldn't believe... When I was about to exit the restroom... ...there was not a soul in the hallway anymore!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... If you could please calm down and explain it to me rationally...
Judge:
Oh! I'm really sorry. Please let me regain my composure... It was really suspicious! That's what my finely-honed judge's intuition said! Although, well, until the murders occurred, I just sort of brushed it off. Ho ho ho.
Edgeworth:
(Apparently, this judge doesn't understand the concept of "staying calm"... That's probably all I'm going to find out from His Honor...)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth, may I return to my other duties now?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'm sorry to have held you up. Thank you for your cooperation, Your Honor.
Judge:
Ho ho ho. Anytime, Mr. Edgeworth! Anytime!
Franziska:
The judges in this country seem rather friendly.
Edgeworth:
Yes... if not a little wishy-washy. However, I hear that they are known to hand down very fair verdicts.
Vending machine on left
First time
Franziska:
Hmm... It would appear that this vending machine (Vending machine - A vending machine that sells Courthouse Special goods. A few sweet items are for sale.) sells snacks and various other foods.
Edgeworth:
Just lovely. What will they think of next?
Franziska:
"Don't be a jerk in court like these beef jerks!" ......One packet for $9. "Defendant's Fresh Milk!" ......One half-pint for $7. "Stay neutral as the Swiss do until the end with these!" ......For $6. ...They're awfully overpriced.
Edgeworth:
(The line-up is simply awful. Period.)
Franziska:
Speaking of snacks... I wonder if that Swiss roll the little girl dropped is from this machine?
Edgeworth:
Hmm, I was wondering about that myself.
Subsequent times
Edgeworth:
(I've already finished examining this area, but it never hurts to look again.)
Hot dog
Edgeworth:
"When you're in hot water, you might need a hot dog." .................. Hmm... It looks like this slogan was decided through a public contest. And the winner was... Prosecutor Winston Payne...?
Franziska:
Hmph. What a pathetic slogan. No presence at all! Now if it was up to me, it would read... "If you leave matters in a Von Karma's hands, everyone in court will be found guilty dogs!"
Edgeworth:
............
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Franziska:
Overruled!
Beef jerky
Edgeworth:
"Don't be a jerk in court like these beef jerks!" I see...
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Wouldn't you agree that it's a very clever pun?
Edgeworth:
Do you really think they that much effort into the product name?
Franziska:
Even a foolish fool could understand the foolish thinking of the fool who made it up! You're acting so foolishly that I got so thoroughly mad, and am now utterly famished!
Edgeworth:
......If you wanted a pack of these, all you had to do was ask like a normal person.
Ham sandwich
Edgeworth:
"Don't let the prosecution and the defense make a ham sandwich out of you!"...?
Franziska:
It sounds like it's directed at that ham of a Judge.
Edgeworth:
Well, it certainly isn't directed at me. I can out-maneuver him any day.
Orange juice
Edgeworth:
"When it's looking bad, blind your opposition with some OJ!" Are they promoting violence?
Franziska:
Don't worry. My whip will make sure that anybody following this advice won't be for long.
Edgeworth:
(Compared to the sting of a whip, the sting of orange juice may not be so bad...)
Milk
Edgeworth:
"Defendant's Fresh Milk!"... What exactly is that supposed to mean?
Franziska:
I bet it means that the milk is freshly milked by various defendants on trial right now.
Edgeworth:
No, I think it might mean that this was milked right here from the various defendants.
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... You can't possibly be serious!
Edgeworth:
...Of course not.
Swiss rolls
Franziska:
"Stay neutral as the Swiss do until the end with these!" ...The end of what?
Edgeworth:
Well, I assume it means the end of the trial. I suppose this means that one should eat these during a recess...?
Franziska:
You can't eat during a trial, so I suppose the only time you can eat them is now, huh!
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't mind if you wanted to eat one now. They come in packs of two, after all.
Franziska:
Hmph. We're in the middle of an investigation! Besides, I don't have $6 on me!
Edgeworth:
If you want, we can pool our money and buy a pack together.
Franziska:
If I have to split it with you, then I don't want it!
Vending machine on right
Franziska:
It doesn't look like there's anything contradictory left in this area...
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose not. (Perhaps I should check somewhere else.)
Forensics under vending machine
Edgeworth:
Did you find something, officer?
Forensics:
I think there's a 5 dollar bill back there! ...Come on... ...Just a little more...
Franziska:
Is there no one working this crime scene who isn't a total waste of living tissue?
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a single person we can deem useful here.
Forensics examining door
Edgeworth:
Have you found any suspicious fingerprints, officer?
Forensics:
Nope. Just the fingerprints of those involved with the case, sir.
Franziska:
I guess we know all of the players in this case then, huh?
Edgeworth:
It would appear that way... but I have the nagging feeling that we're missing something. (And I suspect that what we're missing is hiding right here in this crime scene somewhere!)
Poster
Franziska:
...He's making a most ridiculous-looking face.
Edgeworth:
That may be, but at least he doesn't look like someone who would tell a lie on purpose.
Franziska:
I suppose. But to a Von Karma, evidence is the only thing that carries any weight.
Edgeworth:
Of course. At any rate, this poster seems to be of no use to us right now.
Fire extinguisher
Edgeworth:
There are mo signs that this fire extinguisher was used in the crime.
Franziska:
If you could already tell from a distance, then why are you wasting your time examining it?
Edgeworth:
Franziska, let's not try to rush absolute genius.
(Connecting "Vending machine" and "Swiss roll crumbs" Logic and examining handprint leads to:)
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I think I have a pretty clear picture of what happened here now.
Franziska:
Hmph. Naturally. After all, I'm here, aren't I?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe must have sat on this bench as he ate a Swiss Roll. And as he ate, he dropped it on the floor, and sullied the bench.
Det. Gumshoe's Fingerprints data updated in my Organizer.
Franziska:
Ugh! How could he have not cleaned up after himself!? How utterly despicable!
Edgeworth:
Don't dare you whip me again! It wasn't I who made the mess in the first place! Anyway... If it was indeed Detective Gumshoe who bought the Swiss roll... ...that creates a rather interesting contradiction of facts.
Franziska:
A contradiction... Where?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I think another look at the special courthouse vending machine is in order.
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Crime scene oddity
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! That contradiction you were talking about... I demand that you show it to me at once!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (If Detective Gumshoe really did buy a pack of Swiss rolls for himself... ...that fact creates a contradiction with what I know about this case!) Hmph... Are you telling me that you haven't figured it out yourself, yet, Franziska?
Franziska:
O-Of course I've figured it out! But I thought I'd let you have the glory, just this once.
Edgeworth:
(She really doesn't like to lose, does she...?)
Present
Swiss Roll (after deduce)
Franziska:
It looks like this Swiss roll was bought from the vending machine in the hallway. I heard that it has a nice, fluffy texture, and just the right amount of sweetness. And it's made from all natural ingredients... ...so of course, it's easy to digest as well! ...Or so I've heard. ..................
Edgeworth:
.................. ...Franziska, if you want one, I'd appreciate it if you would just tell me so.
Franziska:
I-I never said I wanted one! And besides, if I did, I'd make you prepare me some milk to go along with it!
Edgeworth:
(At that time, I hope you will be more direct, instead of playing these mind-games.)
Vending machine on left
Before deducing
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After deducing
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce Swiss Rolls and and present Annual Bonus Envelope
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"About Detective Gumshoe's finances, he said that until this morning..."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
There is clearly a contradiction here!
Franziska:
...Do you think so?
Edgeworth:
...I think there is one.
Franziska:
......
Edgeworth:
...I think there should be one.
Franziska:
Do not anger me with a foolish game of semantics, Miles!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnuurk! (Nngh... I'd better look a bit more carefully through my evidence once again...)
Edgeworth:
About Detective Gumshoe's finances, he said that until this morning... ...he didn't have even a single penny on his personage.
Franziska:
Just how poor is that guy!?
Edgeworth:
If his bonus really was only $5... ...then, he should not have been able to purchase a pack of Swiss rolls! However, facts being as they are, we found cake crumbs on the floor.
Franziska:
...Meaning Scruffy must've bought a pack somehow.
Edgeworth:
Indeed... (That detective should not have been able to purchase a pack, and yet he did... The question is, "How?")
Swiss Roll data updated in my Organizer.
Examine evidence
Front side of Swiss Roll (after deduce)
Edgeworth:
I can't believe they're selling Swiss rolls like these in vending machines these days.
Franziska:
Yes, and I can't believe it's $6 for two... I mean, who charges that much for a commoner's junk food!?
Edgeworth:
Franziska... If you want one, all you have to do is buy one for yourself.
Franziska:
Wh--!? I'm working right now! It won't do for me to eat while there's a case to be solved!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrgh! (Your idea of working must be vastly different from my own!)
(Connecting all possible Logic, clearing all "Talk" options of Badd and Judge, and deducing vending machine leads to:)
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I believe I now have a very firm grasp on what happened here.
Franziska:
Arnngh! ...W-Well, I do, too!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Alright, Franziska. Would you care to share what conclusions you've come to?
Franziska:
Wh-Why should I do that!? We're still in the middle of a competition, you know! We should be checking to see if your conclusions are wrong first, so you go ahead!
Edgeworth:
(It's almost cute that she's going this far to ensure that she wins... Almost.) Very well. But first, we need to pay His Honor a visit to correct his testimony.
September 10, 5:15 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, if I may, I'd like to test your witness testimony to see how it stands up.
Judge:
D-Do you doubt me!? Am I your new suspect!?
Edgeworth:
...In a sense, I suppose you could say that.
Franziska:
Even you, a judge... ...is nothing but a common witness before a Von Karma!
Judge:
Silence in the courtroom! Silence, I said! Mr. New Prosecutor Recommended by Manfred von Karma Miles Edgeworth... ...and Ms. Genius Prosecutor Successor to Manfred von Karma Franzisk...ack...!
Franziska:
...You bit your tongue again, didn't you?
Judge:
...Ahem. As a defender of the law, I could never give false testimony! You can even place me under oath if you want!
Edgeworth:
Very well, then. Your testimony, if you please.
Judge:
Hmm...
-- What I Saw at Recess --
Judge:
During the recess... I, um... I went to the restroom.
There is a window on the hallway side. In other words, I could see into the hallway.
As I entered, I saw that detective buying something from the vending machines.
But when I was about to exit the restroom, he had completely disappeared!
A detective that goes missing while on duty... That sounds mighty suspicious to meeeee!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... Can you please try to remain calm?
Judge:
Oh! I'm so used to simply listening to testimonies that I got caught up in the excitement.
Edgeworth:
(I'm sorry, Your Honor, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to spoil your fun now.)
Rebuttal
-- What I Saw at Recess --
Judge:
During the recess... I, um... I went to the restroom.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... Why exactly did you pay a visit to the restroom, if I may ask?
Judge:
Oh! Well, isn't it obvious!? What else do you go to the restroom for!? Or, maybe... I-I-I-I-I knew it...! You suspect me of some sort of tomfoolery, don't you!
Edgeworth:
Please stay calm, Your Honor! (This is going to be much harder than I anticipated...)
Judge:
I-I'm sorry... You're right... I need to think things through with a level head. I'm just nervous because so much has happened today with this trial. Let's see... I announced a recess, and a time for us to reconvene... But having done all that, I still wasn't able to go the restroom right away.
Edgeworth:
And why couldn't you?
Judge:
Mr. Faraday had been accused, so I had a paperwork to process regarding a new prosecutor. Once I had finished that, I was finally able to make a mad dash to the restroom.
Edgeworth:
(At least he stayed consistent on the "going to the restroom" part of his testimony...)
Judge:
There is a window on the hallway side. In other words, I could see into the hallway.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, did you really go to the men's restroom?
Judge:
Wh-Wh--!? What is the meaning of that statement!?
Edgeworth:
I simply meant... that perhaps you went to a restroom on a different floor.
Judge:
I had to go for such a long time... It was all I could do to dash to the closest one to the courtroom.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I suppose that's only natural, given his circumstances...)
Judge:
I ran from the courtroom, through this floor's main lobby and down the hallway. Once you enter, you can see there's a window just above the urinals.
Edgeworth:
And it was through that window that you witnessed Detective Gumshoe, Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes, exactlyyyyyyy!
Edgeworth:
Y-Your Honor! There is no need to yell! I can hear you just fine!
Judge:
Oh! I guess I put a little too much into that last answer. Now then, let's continue with the testimony.
Judge:
As I entered, I saw that detective buying something from the vending machines.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you sure that the person you witnessed was Detective Gumshoe, Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes, I'm absolutely sure. It's hard to miss someone of his statue, even from as far away as the restroom. Besides, I can't think of anyone else with that kind of hairstyle and big, beige coat.
Edgeworth:
Well, I was simply wondering if you were mistaken in what you saw...
Judge:
What!? Preposterous! My eyes are as sharp as can be! Ready to see through lies to the truth! Although, recently, things do seem to become a bit fuzzier than they used to be...
Edgeworth:
(Clearly, his eyes are not the only things that have gone fuzzy!)
Judge:
But allow me to say with all the honor and dignity of a judge... ...I am not mistaken in what I saw!
Judge:
But when I was about to exit the restroom, he had completely disappeared!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
He disappeared? But Your Honor, didn't you just say... ..."I saw that detective buying something from the vending machines"?
Judge:
Why, yes! Yes, I did! The restroom window looks over the courtyard and right into the hallway. But! Just as I was about to exit, I took another look, and there was no one in sight! .................. That led me to the only solution to this mystery. That detective must've gone into the crime scene, Lobby No. 2 at that pooooooooooint!
Edgeworth:
(So he looked into the hallway from the restroom, and over the courtyard, did he...?)
Present Det. Gumshoe's Fingerprints
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wh-What was that finger wag for, Mr. Edgeworth!?"
Judge:
A detective that goes missing while on duty... That sounds mighty suspicious to meeeee!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, I ask that you please remain calm.
Judge:
Nononononononononono! I-I-I-I'm cerfectly palm!
Edgeworth:
(You're being anything but "perfectly calm"!)
Franziska:
It appears that His Honor could not have been mistaken in what he saw.
Edgeworth:
Hmph, I suppose so, given his line of sight. However, Franziska, why do you suppose our lines of sight are so different?
Franziska:
...If you're referring to my height...
Edgeworth:
C-Can't you hold that whip still for just a second!? Now, about His Honor's testimony... ...I believe his line of sight to be an important factor.
Franziska:
If it's that important, why don't you hurry up and tell him already?
Edgeworth:
(I will, but there is one more thing I need to do if I am to correct His Honor's testimony. I am going to need to retrace Detective Gumshoe's movements!)
Judge:
Wh-What was that finger wag for, Mr. Edgeworth!? And don't you know it's rude to shout "Objection!" while someone is giving testimony?
Edgeworth:
Hah. If you truly are a man of the law, then you must always be vigilant. For example, I, myself, never let an opportunity to shout "Objection!" pass me by!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth. It's one thing to be passionate about your job, but this is real life.
Edgeworth:
(This is what some people may say is the pot calling the kettle black...) Your Honor, I wonder if you might take a look at this for me?
Judge:
What is that filth!? How dare someone dirty the hallway bench like that!? Who is the culprit!? That party is hereby found GUILTY of uncleanliness!!!
Edgeworth:
If you must know, the uncouth bench sullier... ...has already been placed under arrest, thanks to your earlier testimony, Your Honor.
Judge:
Oh? ...Well that's good. But who was it?
Edgeworth:
We were able to discover something from the smudge on the bench. Namely, Detective Gumshoe's fingerprints.
Judge:
Not happy with committing just murder, he had to go and dirty the courthouse, too!? GUILTY!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. Please calm down. While it's true that the detective is the one who made the mess on the bench... ...we have not yet established that this action is related to the double murder.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
I believe that the Detective bought a pack of Swiss rolls from the vending machine... ...and then, promptly sat down on the bench to eat one. The cake crumbs and pieces of chocolate on the floor under the bench... ...and Detective Gumshoe's fingerprints prove my conclusions to be true.
Judge:
Oh... But I still don't understand. Is the whole thing related to how I couldn't see him as I was leaving the restroom?
Edgeworth:
Heh... It is indeed! The window in the hallway was built rather high up into the wall... ..at around a grown adult's chest height. As evidence, I submit that Franziska herself was unable to see out of that window.
Franziska:
.........
Edgeworth:
Nnghooooh! (I knew I shouldn't have used her height as evidence!) ...B-Basically, what this means is that the area directly under the hallway window... ...is a blind spot when the hallway is being viewed from the men's restroom!
Judge:
Th-Then!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... It seems that you have made the connection. If someone were to sit on the bench under the window... Yes, even someone as large as Detective Gumshoe... ...would effectively disappear from sight!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Do you finally see, Your Honor? Your testimony has just proven that Detective Gumshoe was in the hallway the entire time.
Hold it!
Judge:
...Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to say it with that much enthusiasm. All I wanted to do was try saying it once. Here, let me try that again... "Hold it!"
Edgeworth:
...Is there something of value that you'd like to say?
Judge:
Yes, actually, there is! I remembered something else just now! Mr. Edgeworth! Please allow me to testify to the court one more time!
Franziska:
Even if we overruled him, he'd just keep on talking, wouldn't he?
Edgeworth:
That might not be a bad thing. The more info the better in a perfect investigation, right?
-- What I Saw, Pt. 2 --
Judge:
I suppose it's possible you can't see a seated person from the restroom window.
However, that doesn't mean that the Detective was sitting there when I looked!
Anyway! I forgot to testify earlier about probably the most important detail...
As I was leaving the restroom, I heard the loud "BANG!" of a gunshot!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnnrrrrrk...
Judge:
How was that!? That is the testimony of one who judges the crimes of others!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... Could you try to state the important facts first next time!?
Franziska:
I agree! Before you go around judging others, you should learn to judge your own words!
Judge:
Eeeek! ...I-I'm sorry! But honestly, I thought that sound was just a noise popper until just now!
Edgeworth:
(Now that he mentions it, right before we re-started the trial, he did talk about that...)
Judge:
Oh, by the way, was there someone celebrating a birthday during the recess? I could have sworn that I heard a popper going off... Come to think of it... The other day with my grandson...
Edgeworth:
(The most critical point in this argument is when did the Judge look into the hallway? And whether that lines up with when the gun was actually fired.) Your Honor, if I may... I'd like to clarify a few details in your testimony!
Rebuttal
-- What I Saw, Pt. 2 --
Judge:
I suppose it's possible you can't see a seated person from the restroom window.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
In that case, do you concede that you were overconfident in your last testimony?
Judge:
N-Now hold on there! I just said that it's possible you can't see a seated person from the restroom this time! But you know something? I don't think you know when the prints you referenced were left on that bench, do you!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh!
Judge:
While you have proven that it's possible the Detective was sitting... ...I still have a problem with just when those fingerprints were left.
Edgeworth:
(He's right. I have yet to prove when the fingerprints were left on that bench... While he feigns ignorance. His Honor has seen a lot of life... This Judge... I mustn't underestimate him!)
Judge:
However, that doesn't mean that the Detective was sitting there when I looked!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
As we established, you went to the restroom during the recess. However, at what point in the recess did you look into that hallway?
Judge:
Hmm... After I called for a recess, I handled the change of prosecutor paperwork... Maybe about 20 minutes until we reconvened...? Yes, that sounds about right.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Just as I expected.
Judge:
Wh-What were you expecting? And I demand to know what that all-knowing smile is for!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... That statement you made just now is very important. I'd like for you to append it to your testimony.
Judge:
A-Alright. If you insist.
Add statement:
"Let's see... I looked into the hallway about 20 minutes before we were to reconvene."
Judge:
Let's see... I looked into the hallway about 20 minutes before we were to reconvene.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Twenty minutes before we reconvened... Very well, what did you do after that?
Judge:
Let's see... I had to make some preparations, so I rushed straight back to the courtroom. I also had to track down a few pieces of paperwork for the various bailiffs.
Edgeworth:
So you rushed back to the courtroom, despite having just heard a gunshot?
Judge:
Well, at the time... I thought it was just the sound of a noise popper. I really couldn't think of any other explanation than someone having a birthday party. But now... Now that this has happened...
Edgeworth:
I see... (Thinking back, the Judge did mention something to that effect when we reconvened...)
Present Det. Badd's Testimony
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Hon--"
Judge:
Anyway! I forgot to testify earlier about probably the most important detail...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If it's something that forgettable, I don't need to hear it!
Judge:
Eek! B-But! All I did was forget to mention it!
Franziska:
That sort of excuse may work on other people, but not on a Von Karma!
Judge:
Oh! But it's such an important piece of testimony! Please give me a chance to present it!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I suppose I have no choice in the matter.
Judge:
As I was leaving the restroom, I heard the loud "BANG!" of a gunshot!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, about what you just said...
Judge:
I know! I couldn't believe it myself! But I heard it! "BANG!" went the gunshot! I heard it loud and clear! And then I had a knee-jerk reaction, "Aah!" and jumped into the air! Like this! Yes, just like this! With a quick, "Aah!"
Edgeworth:
......Your Honor. Please remain calm when you're trying to explain yourself to me.
Judge:
Yes, sir! Sorry about that. Now then, I must gather myself, yes... When I heard the gunshot, there was no one in the hall! I should know! I looked! There was no one theeeeeeere!
Edgeworth:
(This judge's emotion circuits appear to be stuck on "overreact".)
Franziska:
At this point, nothing stands out to me as a contradiction in his testimony...
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Franziska. If I'm correct, this testimony is hardly precision quality.
Franziska:
...I know that. And that's why I said, "At this point."
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I think my first line of attack will be to draw more information from His Honor.
After the additional statement has been added
Edgeworth:
I belive... that we've finally found the flaw in His Honor's testimony.
Franziska:
Yet sadly, he's completely oblivious to it. But I guess I can't really expect him to be aware of it. Well? What are you waiting for!? Hurry up and fill him in! ...At least that thing finally came in handy.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Now let's see what happens... ...when I present it to His Honor!
Edgeworth:
Your Hon--
Judge:
I cannot allow you to make an objection.
Edgeworth:
What!? Your Honor... I'm really sorry, but... ...I cannot allow you to not allow me to make an objection!
Judge:
Egads! I've been overruled!?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, there are simply too many holes in your testimony for my taste.
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Wh-What do you mean by that!?
Edgeworth:
You claim that you heard the gunshot during the recess, but that is simply not possible!
Judge:
! Mr. New Prosecutor Recommended by Manfred von...ack...!
Franziska:
Instead of biting your tongue, why don't you bite your tongue on those preposterous names!?
Judge:
Eek!
Edgeworth:
I see you have no mercy for the elderly either, Franziska.
Franziska:
Hmph. Don't talk back to me, unless you want to be whipped in the back.
Edgeworth:
(With your height, you'd need a step-ladder or four to accomplish that.)
Judge:
Ahem! Mr. Edgeworth. My ears are not that far gone yet, I'll have you know! I can still hear just fine! And I heard the sound of a gunshot loud and clear with my own two ears!
Edgeworth:
Hah... Your Honor, I have here an interesting bit of testimony. It's from Detective Badd. And according to him, he heard the gunshot "right before the trial was about to start again".
Judge:
Wh-What did you just say!?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, you just said... ...that you heard the gunshot "about 20 minutes before we were to reconvene". How do you explain this glaring contradiction!?
Judge:
Th-That can't beeeeeee!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately... that is the truth.
Judge:
B-But! I heard it clear as day! "BANG!" The loud sound of a gunshot!
Edgeworth:
(The sound of the gunshot... We keep returning to this point of contention. And that piece of evidence... I always did wonder why I found it where I did. However, now I understand what that gunshot the Judge heard really was!) Unfortunately, Your Honor, this is what really produced the gunshot you heard!
Present Balloon Piece
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I found this object in the hallway earlier."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... I have no idea what you are trying to say with that piece.
Edgeworth:
Franziska... You're just still too young to understand.
Franziska:
Stop trying to fool me, and start being mature enough to admit when you're wrong!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrrk! (Perhaps that was not the piece I needed to show...)
Leads back to:
"Unfortunately, Your Honor, this is what really produced the gunshot you heard!"
Edgeworth:
I found this object in the hallway earlier.
Judge:
Wh-What is that pink substance?
Edgeworth:
It may not look it, but this is actually a piece of a balloon.
Judge:
I see. And I suppose you would like me to accept that pink balloon into the court record?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... I present this piece of evidence in order to overrule your testimony!
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, your argument goes as follows: You saw no one in the hallway when you heard the gunshot. Now, there is no guarantee that the detective was sitting on the bench at that time... ...therefore, you believe he must have been at the crime scene, Defendant Lobby No. 2. ...Am I correct?
Judge:
Yes, that's exactly right.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Let me ask you something. Do you think that the gunshot you heard was produced by a real gun?
Judge:
!
Edgeworth:
I think I've said enough that even you can figure the rest out on your own. Your Honor. You were fooled by the popping of this balloon into thinking it was a gunshot!
Judge:
Wh-What manner of trickery is thiiiiiiiiiiiiis!?
Franziska:
That was a good effort you put forth, Miles Edgeworth. But if it was me, I'd have wrapped this thing up before the Judge even testified.
Edgeworth:
(Care to elaborate on how one ends something before it even begins...?)
Judge:
Hmm... Well, to be honest... I did think that the sound was a bit off from a real gunshot sound... But who could've guessed... that someone would pop a balloon in a place like this?
Edgeworth:
(That's true... One doesn't usually think "balloons" in conjunction with "courthouse".)
???:
Umm... I want to trade these coins with you!
Edgeworth:
(That's it...! That balloon that girl was holding... it explains everything.) Your Honor, if it makes you feel any better, you didn't lie once in your testimony. However, I can't really vouch for its accuracy...
Judge:
Mmnngh... Who knew... that giving testimony could be such a difficult thing to do...? What have I done? I owe Detective Gumshoe a very, very big apology... I will see to it myself that he is released...!
Edgeworth:
Wait... There are still a few things I have yet to resolve about what happened in the hallway. Your Honor, I request your permission to further question Detective Gumshoe.
Judge:
B-But why!? I thought we just cleared his name!?
Edgeworth:
Whether we did just now or not... I still cannot say. The only think I can do for now is to continue in my quest for the perfect explanation. And to that end... ...I must resolve the remaining issues pertaining to the events that occurred in the hallway!
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff! Please bring Detective Gumshoe into the courtroom!
Edgeworth:
(I must fulfill my mission, and find the perfect explanation to this case!)
September 10District CourtCourtroom No. 3
Gumshoe:
Wh-What is it now!? Is it time for my trial already!? I've already told you a gazillion times, pal! I didn't do it! 
Edgeworth:
I'll be the judge of that, Detective Gumshoe.
Franziska:
No, you won't! I'll be the judge of that!
Judge:
No, no, no, no, no! I'M the judge around here! And I'LL be the judge of that!
Gumshoe:
Why can't you guys be a little less judgmental...?
Judge:
Yes, well, speaking of hasty judgements, Detective Gumshoe... I'm afraid I must apologize for an error in judgement on my part.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. I don't believe you should apologize just yet. We have yet to prove he is completely innocent of this crime.
Judge:
I-I guess so...
Gumshoe:
? Um, what are you guys talking about?
Edgeworth:
...In any case. I would like you to testify as to your actions while you were on guard duty. And please remember, you are not on trial. This is all just a part of the investigation. As such, you may still be found to be innocent... ...however, if you should give false testimony...
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeoooow!
Franziska:
My whip will object, loud and clear!
Edgeworth:
If you are found to be lying, you will be held indefinitely. Understood?
Gumshoe:
.........I gotcha, pal.
Edgeworth:
(Thinking back on the state of the crime scene and the Judge's testimony... ...it's obvious that Detective Gumshoe is lying. And if I can't break his lie, then we may never get a break in this case!)
-- While I was on Duty --
Gumshoe:
I came down here to this courthouse on Detective Badd's orders.
As soon as I got here, he ordered me to stand guard in front of Lobby No. 2.
From that time on, until I heard the gunshot, I was in the hallway the whole time!
On my honor as a detective, I swear it wasn't me, pal!
Franziska:
He's still singing the same tired tune.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. In that case, I'll just have to change the melody. (I know he's lying, and it's time I pulled the information I need out of him!)
Rebuttal
-- While I was on Duty --
Gumshoe:
I came down here to this courthouse on Detective Badd's orders.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So, was it really Detective Badd who called you down here?
Gumshoe:
You bet it was, pal! I was left in charge of the precinct while everyone was out, and this call comes in... "I want you down here in one minute flat!" he said! Well, I thought this was my big chance, my first case, so I made a mad dash down here! Although, I couldn't exactly get here in a minute flat...
Edgeworth:
So how long did it take you?
Gumshoe:
Umm... About then minutes, I guess.
Edgeworth:
And what was Detective Badd doing when you finally made it?
Gumshoe:
He was waiting for me down on the first floor in the entrance way, pal!
Gumshoe:
As soon as I got here, he ordered me to stand guard in front of Lobby No. 2.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And by "he", you mean...?
Gumshoe:
Detective Badd, of course! And, this being my first time at this courthouse... ...he also walked with me up to the 3rd floor hallway in front of the defendant lobbies!
Edgeworth:
And did you meet anyone along the way?
Gumshoe:
Hmm... Well... Just as we entered the hallway, we ran into Ms. Yew. When he heard from Ms. Yew that Mr. Faraday was not to be interrupted... ...that's when Detective Badd told me to stand guard in the hallway, pal!
Edgeworth:
(So far, Detective Gumshoe's testimony is matching up with Detective Badd's...)
Gumshoe:
From that time on, until I heard the gunshot, I was in the hallway the whole time!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You claim to have been in that hallway the "whole time"... ...however, is it not a fact that you did something while you were in that hallway?
Gumshoe:
O-Of course I did something! I guarded the door to Lobby No. 2, pal! What else!?
Edgeworth:
Very well, then. And what exactly does guarding that door entail?
Gumshoe:
Umm... Well, to put it simply... Oh, I know! It was my job to stand in front of the door without moving an inch!
Edgeworth:
Oh? Detective Gumshoe, you mean to tell me... ...that you didn't take a single step away from the door to Lobby No. 2? Is that really what you wish to testify to the effect of?
Gumshoe:
You got it, pal! I didn't take a single step away from that door, just like I was ordered not to!
Franziska:
..................
Judge:
..................
Edgeworth:
..................
Gumshoe:
Wh-Why is everyone so quiet all of a sudden?
Edgeworth:
Because we are all in shock... ...and in awe of your utter stupidity.
Franziska:
Scruffy! If you're going to lie, at least tell us a more believable one!
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeowch! B-But I... I'm not lying...
Edgeworth:
(I should hurry up and bring this insipid testimony to a close.)
Change statement:
"From that time on, until I heard the gunshot, I was in the hallway the whole time!" to "And until I heard the gunshot, I didn't take a single step away from the Lobby No. 2 door."
Gumshoe:
And until I heard the gunshot, I didn't take a single step away from the Lobby No. 2 door.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I'm only going to ask you one more time, Detective Gumshoe. Are you sure you stood in front of the door to Lobby No. 2 the entire time?
Gumshoe:
Yup! After I was told to by Detective Badd... ...I stood guard in front of that door without a single break! S-So believe me when I say that I was in that hallway the whole time already, pal!
Franziska:
..................
Judge:
..................
Edgeworth:
..................
Gumshoe:
Wh-Why did everyone go quiet all of a sudden again...?
Edgeworth:
Apparently, someone has a bit of trouble reading between the lines.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean!? I don't...!
Franziska:
Be quiet!
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeowch!
Edgeworth:
(I should hurry up and bring this insipid testimony to a close.)
Present Swiss Roll or Det. Gumshoe's Fingerprints
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I have... an objection."
Gumshoe:
On my honor as a detective, I swear it wasn't me, pal!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Would you also be willing to swear that there was no one else in that hall besides you?
Gumshoe:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What are you talking about!? I just swore to you that I was doing my job, pal!
Edgeworth:
Oh? Then what are you acting so nervous for?
Gumshoe:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What!? I'm not nervous at all, pal! Anyway! Not a single person other than myself was in that hall the whole time!
Edgeworth:
(I should just let it go... Pursuing this train of thought at this time would just be a waste of time...)
Franziska:
He's still singing the same tired tune.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. In that case, I'll just have to change the melody. (I know he's lying, and it's time I pulled the information I need out of him!)
After the additional statement has been added
Franziska:
To have such a foolishly foolish contradiction... ... in such a foolishly foolish testimony is just plain old foolish.
Edgeworth:
...Indeed. However, in the pursuit of the perfect investigation, I'm afraid we have to deal with it. By Squashing it under the weight of the evidence!
Edgeworth:
I have... an objection.
Gumshoe:
Wh--!? Wh-Wh-Wh-What is it, pal!?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe... I wonder if you might recognize this from somewhere?
Gumshoe:
Hey! It's one of those things! The Courthouse Special Swiss Rolls, right pal!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Precisely. In that case, I suppose... ...that you also recall the sullied hallway bench?
Gumshoe:
Hey! You know what!? I think it was probably me that did that!
Judge:
Detective Gumshoe! You know you can't go around dirtying up the courthouse like this!
Franziska:
You inconsiderate, slovenly pig!
Gumshoe:
Eeeek! I promise to clean it up later! I swear!
Edgeworth:
Now then, shall we get down to business? About the fact that you didn't move even a single step from in front of that door... If that really were the case, then how were you able to buy a pack of Swiss rolls!?
Gumshoe:
Aaaaaack!
Franziska:
Furthermore, if you didn't move a single step from in front of that door... ...how did you manage to get the bench dirty with your grubby hands!?
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeowwwwwwwwch!
Edgeworth:
(It appears that Franziska's whip can do more damage than my words alone can...)
Gumshoe:
A-Alright... I confess, pal. I was hungry, so I bought a pack for myself, OK!? I thought I'd get chewed out again if anyone found out about me eating on the job... ...so I didn't want to say anything!
Judge:
Well, unfortunately for you, I saw you do the whole dastardly deed! I clearly saw you buying a pack of Swiss rolls from the vending machine!
Gumshoe:
*sigh* OK, OK, I'm sorry for lying! But that's all I'm sorry for, you got that! Because I'm not holding anything else back!
Edgeworth:
(That last statement... It may sound like it makes sense... ...however, there is something I don't quite believe about it!) ...Are you sure you're not withholding further information from us?
Gumshoe:
Huh? O-O-O-O-Of course not! I've got nothing else to hide, pal!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Oh, if only that were true, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
B-B-B-B-B-But it IS true, pal! I swear there's nothing else!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, I'm sure you are aware of the price of a pack of Swiss rolls, correct?
Gumshoe:
Huh!? Umm... Remind me again, pal!?
Franziska:
That vending machine out in the hallway... ...is selling packs of two Swiss rolls for $6 a pack.
Gumshoe:
Mmmmnnnnrrrrgh...
Edgeworth:
And yet, according to you... ...you didn't have any cash on you until you cashed your $5 annual bonus check. Isn't that right?
Gumshoe:
Oooooooooonnngh...
Edgeworth:
Let me ask then, how did you managed to purchase a pack all by yourself? Can you provide me with a proper explanation to that?
Gumshoe:
Aaaaaaaargh! I told you, I bought it by myself, pal! There wasn't anyone else in that hallway with me... ...so there's no one who could've helped me buy it!
Edgeworth:
.........
Gumshoe:
Wait, don't tell me... You've got some kind of proof that there was someone else in the hallway, don't you!?
Edgeworth:
Correct.
Gumshoe:
As if you could! I mean, what are the chances of that... Wait, you do...?
Edgeworth:
Of course I do.
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!? Hooooooooooow!?
Edgeworth:
(What proof do I have that there must have been someone else there in the hallway...?)
Present Swiss Roll
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Hey! You showed that to me not two seconds ago, pal!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
What the heck is that!? Heh, I knew you didn't really have anything! You prosecutors are all the same, always lying to people. You should stop, you know!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhhooooh! I refuse to be lectured by the likes of you, Detective!
Franziska:
Miles! How long do you plan on being strung along by this moronic detective!?
Edgeworth:
I have no intention of falling for his lie, because there was definitely a second person. (Because if he was truly alone all along, then that piece of evidence should not exist!)
Leads back to:
"(What proof do I have that there must have been someone else there in the hallway...?)"
Gumshoe:
Hey! You showed that to me not two seconds ago, pal!
Edgeworth:
Ah... I think you're under the mistaken impression that I bought this pack of rolls.
Gumshoe:
Wait, if you didn't buy it... then that means you must've stolen it! You thief!
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? I would never do such a thing!
Gumshoe:
All you liars are the same; you start out as thieves! You're under arrest, pal!!
Edgeworth:
I believe you meant to assert that all thieves start out as liars. And in that case, what does that say about you, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Gnnrk!
Edgeworth:
This particular Swiss roll was dropped by a certain someone.
Gumshoe:
.........Oh!
Edgeworth:
There were two rolls in this package. You ate one of them... ...but you then gave the other one to a certain other person, didn't you?
Gumshoe:
N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-No way, pal! You've got it all wrong! I ate both of them...
Edgeworth:
It would appear that we've caught you at last.
Gumshoe:
Hey! Don't you dare do anything bad to that girl!
Edgeworth:
(It would appear that they DO know each other after all...) So, why do you continue to come up to me and kick me? Have I wronged you somehow?
???:
I have a name, and it's Kay!
Edgeworth:
Kay what...?
Kay:
Kay Faraday!
Edgeworth:
Faraday... Are you perhaps, Mr. Faraday's daughter?
Kay:
I'm not a "you"! I'm "Kay"!
Edgeworth:
Mnnrgh... Kay. You know... good little girls don't kick other people. Especially not hard enough to leave big, nasty bruises like the way you do...
Kay:
Well, then you shouldn't have put Gummy under arrest, mister!
Edgeworth:
G-Gummy...?
Judge:
My guess is that she's talking about Detective Gumshoe.
Franziska:
...What a cute nickname you've given him.
Kay:
Gummy didn't do anything wrong!
Gumshoe:
Kay...
Edgeworth:
It appears that I will need to speak with her in a bit more detail...
Kay:
Rwaaaar!
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
That girl... She seems to know that scruffy detective. Maybe she knows something about him that we don't.
Edgeworth:
Agreed. However, she seems to be rather... uncooperative at the moment.
Franziska:
She's like a stray alley cat. Ha ha ha. I wonder what would happen if we feed her.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Perhaps I will try feeding her...)
Kay Faraday
Leads to:
"Now then, Kay..."
Dick Gumshoe
Edgeworth:
It appears that we've caught you red-handed, eating a Swiss roll.
Gumshoe:
Ack! Look, I'm sorry about lying to you, pal.
Edgeworth:
And? Do you have nothing else to say?
Gumshoe:
Sure do! It was so fluffy! And sweet! And big! Ah, it was perfection, pal! And totally worth every penny of my bonus!
Edgeworth:
............I see. Well, good for you, Detective.
Franziska:
I can't believe it, but it's almost funny when a fool is this unbelievably foolish.
Judge
Judge:
Oh dear... *sigh*...
Edgeworth:
What is the matter, Your Honor?
Judge:
I claim to hand down fair verdicts, but I unfairly cast suspicion on the big fella. If this had been a trial just now, I would've destroyed his life! I... am the guilty one! *siiiiigh*...
Edgeworth:
...We all make mistakes, Your Honor. "To err is human, to forgive divine," as they say.
Franziska:
Although, if you were to make a mistake during a trial, then it would be quite unforgivable.
Edgeworth:
Now then, Kay...
Kay:
*hiss!*
Franziska:
...She's like a stray cat.
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if I should feed her something...?)
Present Swiss Roll
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Kay, I promise to give this to you if you calm down."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
*hissss!*
Edgeworth:
(She swatted it back at me...)
Kay:
Graaaaaaawr!
Franziska:
Miles, I demand that you do something to calm her down this instant!
Leads back to:
"(I wonder if I should feed her something...?)"
Edgeworth:
Kay, I promise to give this to you if you calm down.
Kay:
Oh! A Swiss roll!
Edgeworth:
It really belongs to you, though, doesn't it?
Kay:
...Yeah. I was saving it for Daddy.
Edgeworth:
!
Franziska:
!
Judge:
Oh, my...
Edgeworth:
.........Your father... He's...
Gumshoe:
Ah! Don't you say another word, pal! She doesn't know yet!
Kay:
Thanks for watching out for me, Gummy... But... I... I already know about Daddy. I overheard the guards talking... ...about how Daddy's... he's... not here anymore...
Gumshoe:
I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't protect him...
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Kay:
I-I'm not gonna cry! I'm not... gonna... ...cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Edgeworth:
It's alright... Let it all out... Your father just passed away, after all...
Edgeworth:
I, myself, was also involved in a case at this courthouse when I was a young child... A case in which my father, who was a defense attorney, passed away. All of my dreams of becoming a lawyer were crushed into fine ash on that nightmarish day. Even now, the wound festers deep in the depths of my soul. Even since that incident... I've dedicated myself to locking away every criminal I can. And now, to have this happen right in front of me...
Edgeworth:
(This child... I feel a certain shared fate, a common bond between us.)
Franziska:
...Miles Edgeworth! What sort of gentleman are you!? Are you going to just stand there and watch a lady cry?
Edgeworth:
Ah, you're right. Sorry about that. Kay... Here, How about we use this handkerchief and dry your little eyes?
Kay:
*quiver*... ...Uuuugggh... *Hooooonk!*
Edgeworth:
Nnnnghooooooh! My cravat! Don't blow your nose on that!
Kay:
...I feel better now. Thanks.
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
It looks like the girl has finally calmed down.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I believe I can take my time and talk with her now.
Franziska:
It's so disrespectful for a child like that to be running around inside the courthouse! Does no one have respect for this country's judicial system anymore!?
Edgeworth:
(Didn't Mr. von Karma say the exact same thing earlier...?) But Franziska, I don't think you two are that far apart in terms of age...
Franziska:
I'm about to become a prosecutor, so understand that I'm nothing like that little girl!
Present
Promise Notebook
Franziska:
It looks like some sort of exchange diary that girl shared with her father. We're alike, that girl and I. Because they're both admirable prosecutors... ...we look up to our fathers. The only difference is that her father is now dead. If my father, who is the anchor of my life, were to die, I don't know what I'd do...
Edgeworth:
You needn't worry about that. Even if he were to be killed, Mr. von Karma's spirit would still go on living. Urrrnghk!
Franziska:
Don't talk about Papa like he's some sort of ghost!
Edgeworth:
(That was supposed to be a compliment...)
Kay Faraday
Edgeworth:
Kay, are you going to be... alright?
Kay:
Yup, I'm already alright!
Edgeworth:
(Somehow, I highly doubt that, but I'm not going to push it...)
Kay:
I promised Daddy I'd never cry in front of strangers.
Gumshoe:
And you're a good kid, aren't you, Kay!? You always keep your promises, right?
Kay:
Eheheh! That's right! Even if I can't see Daddy anymore, I'm still going to keep all my promises!
Edgeworth:
You're a very brave girl, Kay.
Franziska:
You're a very good child for keeping the promises you made to your papa. I'll even testify that you didn't cry, just for you.
Kay:
Thank you very much, lady!
Franziska:
......Hah. It's nothing. I'm only teling the truth, after all.
Edgeworth:
(It would appear that because her father was a respected prosecutor... ...Franziska is sympathetic to Kay's feelings...)
Your father
Edgeworth:
Kay, what kind of person was your father?
Kay:
Daddy was a Hero of Justice! His job was to catch all the bad people in the world!
Edgeworth:
So, to you, a prosecutor is a Hero of Justice, huh? I suppose we are in a sense, as we are the ones who seek guilty verdicts for criminals.
Kay:
Plus, you know what? Whenever I came to the courthouse... ...Daddy would buy me my absolute favorite treat, Swiss rolls!
Edgeworth:
Oh...?
Kay:
I wanna be a Hero of Justice someday, just like Daddy... ...so I've been working really hard!
Edgeworth:
I see. And what have you been working hard on?
Kay:
I've been working hard to keep all the promises Daddy and I made together!
Edgeworth:
A promise notebook...? May I take a look inside, Kay?
Kay:
Sure, OK!
Edgeworth:
(It appears to be an exchange diary of sorts between father and daughter. Mr. Faraday's writing conveys a sense of the kind of man he was. This little notebook just might come in handy later...)
Promise Notebook data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
Thank you for showing it to me, Kay. I hope you'll continue to work hard and become a hero just like your father.
Kay:
I'm gonna try!
Gumshoe:
Hey, Kay! So, I'm a detective that catches the bad people, right? That makes me a hero, too!
Kay:
Yeah! You're really cool, too, Gummy!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, aren't I, Kay!?
Edgeworth:
(What is with the two of them...?)
Judge:
I-I hand down Verdicts of Justice, so that makes me a hero, too!
Franziska:
Yes, and thanks to your oh-so-heroic testimony... ...you almost painted that detective as a vile criminal and sent him off to jail.
Judge:
! I-I'm really sorry about that...
Kay:
Gummy is not a bad man, OK!?
Edgeworth:
(That poor Judge. He's being treated like a vile criminal rather than a Hero of Justice.) It appears that you and Detective Gumshoe are good friends, Kay.
Kay:
Yeah! We're friends!
Edgeworth:
In that case, would you mind telling me a little more about him?
Dick Gumshoe (appears after Your father)
Edgeworth:
So I take it that you ran into Detective Gumshoe earlier?
Kay:
Yup! I was on my way to see Daddy when I saw Gummy standing there. He was standing in the hallway staring really hard at the vending machine, so I said hi.
Edgeworth:
And when was this?
Kay:
Huh? Oh... Umm... Before everything got crazy.
Edgeworth:
How long were the two of you together?
Kay:
U-Umm... We only talked for a little while. And then we went on our own ways.
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal! Kay and I only talked for a little while, and that's it!
Edgeworth:
Oh...? Which means... ...we have now confirmed that Kay was in the hallway during the recess, isn't that right?
Gumshoe:
.........Ack! You got meeeeeee!
Kay:
I told you to stop picking on Gummy, mister!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Very well, then. I'll just have to speak with the good detective in private later.
Swiss rolls
Edgeworth:
Were you the one who bought this pack of Swiss rolls, Kay?
Kay:
Umm... Well... I didn't really have a lot of money... ...and I somehow made a dollar out of all the pennies and quarters I had... But that still wasn't enough, and I really, really wanted one...
Edgeworth:
(Come to think of it... ...she did come and ask me to exchange a handful of change for a dollar...) And that's when you came and asked me to change your money, correct?
Kay:
Yeah! Thanks a bunch for doing that, mister!
Edgeworth:
Sure... But let me ask you, even with that dollar, you still didn't have enough, correct?
Kay:
Umm... Well... that's why...
Gumshoe:
Hey! If you bully Kay any more, I'm gonna have to arrest you, pal!
Franziska:
Need I remind you that you're the one already under arrest!?
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeow!
Edgeworth:
(I sense that Kay is going to be less than forthcoming with this question...)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Kay:
Oh! Daddy showed this to me before!
Edgeworth:
Well, he was a prosecutor, too, so it's only natural that he had one as well.
Kay:
Daddy would pin this badge on me a lot, just for fun.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Pinning a Prosecutor's Badge on a child for fun...
Kay:
Daddy said that if he put it on his clothes, a scary prosecutor would get mad. He also said that the scary prosecutor said it was more "fashionable" to not wear it.
Franziska:
I wonder who that scary prosecutor could be?
Edgeworth:
(I wonder... Could Kay be talking about Mr. von Karma...?)
Det. Gumshoe's Testimony
Kay:
You really need to stop picking on Gummy, OK!?
Edgeworth:
Aarghn...
Gumshoe:
Ho ho, Kay! Attagirl! You're a great kid, you know that!?
Edgeworth:
(What is with their chummy relationship...?)
Knife, Handgun, Crime Scene Notes or Plastic Bag
Gumshoe:
What the heck are you doing, reminding her of her father's death, pal!?
Edgeworth:
I... didn't think of that.
Gumshoe:
She may look all happy, but she's really hurting deep down inside, you know! So have a heart and be more sensitive, OK, pal!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh... I-I'm sorry... (For once, this detective is actually the voice of reason...)
Swiss Roll
Kay:
I came here with Daddy for his work, and I wanted to eat with him... Daddy...
Edgeworth:
(She looks so sad and lost... I can't bring myself to make her recall any more about today's events.)
Promise Notebook
Kay:
It's the Promise Notebook Daddy and I made! I have to be a good girl and keep all of the promises we wrote in here!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... May I take a look inside for just a second?
Kay:
Sure, OK!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... It appears that there are more than just the five I thought there were... Promise VI... "If you ever have a boyfriend, you must bring him to meet Daddy right away." Promise VII... "Even when you have a boyfriend, never forget that I love you the most.") ..................
Franziska:
I certainly don't envy the poor sap she falls in love with...
Kay:
...?
Anything else
Edgeworth:
Kay, about this...
Kay:
Huh? Are you giving it to me? Umm, but... ...I promised Daddy that I wouldn't take things from strangers. I'm sorry.
Edgeworth:
It's alright. I wasn't intending to give it to you anyway.
Kay:
Oh, OK. Eheheh, guess I thought wrong.
Franziska:
Miles, even if you show that to her, she isn't going to magically know all about it.
Edgeworth:
...I suppose you're right.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Kay:
Umm... Sorry... about your ruffly thing.
Edgeworth:
...*sigh* (Yes, well, now that it's positively drenched in your nasal mucus...) Don't worry, Kay. I have a spare. So here, you can have this one.
Kay:
...Ummmmm... But Daddy said... "Never take things from a stranger."
Edgeworth:
Ah, it's one of the promises you made in your Promise Notebook, correct?
Kay:
Yeah! Look, see! It's right here on this page!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Alright then, I'm not giving this to you. I'm merely allowing you to borrowing it. You can take it home, wash it nice and clean, and then give it back to me next time we meet.
Kay:
...OK! Daddy never said I couldn't borrow things from strangers!
Edgeworth:
Now then, Detective Gumshoe...
Gumshoe:
Uh oh...
Edgeworth:
I believe it is now crystal clear... ...that you were with little Kay in that hallway!
Gumshoe:
Ooooonnngh...
Kay:
Grr! I told you to stop being mean to Gummy!!!
Hold it!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! There is still something you have yet to resolve.
Edgeworth:
I beg your pardon?
Franziska:
You still haven't offered an explanation for why that man would lie to us.
Edgeworth:
Th-That's...! Well...
Kay:
! Gummy... Don't tell me you lied for my sake...?
Gumshoe:
Hey! don't worry about it, Kay! Everything's gonna be OK!
Edgeworth:
(Ah, so that's why...)
Franziska:
So, what was Detective Gumshoe's motive for lying? If you can't explain that, then you can't call this a perfect investigation!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. His reason for lying is very simple.
Franziska:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
Here is what I believe to be his reason: From simple observation of the Detective's actions and his interactions with Kay... ...it's obvious the Detective was lying for the young girl's sake. And this piece of evidence will show you exactly why. (Which piece of evidence proves that Detective Gumshoe was lying on account of Kay?)
Present Promise Notebook
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Faraday and Kay's Promise Notebook? How does this explain anything?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is that piece of evidence!
Franziska:
What are you showing me that for? It doesn't seem to add anything to the conversation.
Gumshoe:
Umm, I don't get what you're trying to say with that. Or do you just like showing it off?
Kay:
Are you gonna give that to me, mister?
Judge:
Hmm... I don't feel that the court needs to enter that into the court record at this time.
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk! (What is wrong with everyone!? Why are they ALL teasing me all of a sudden!? Although... it's possible that perhaps I made a mistake, and that's why... Now then, back to the topic at hand. Detective Gumshoe lied for Kay's sake. And I know I hold the evidence which shows the reason why!)
Leads back to:
"(Which piece of evidence proves that Detective Gumshoe was lying on account of Kay?)"
Franziska:
Mr. Faraday and Kay's Promise Notebook? How does this explain anything?
Edgeworth:
If you could take a look at this page, it's clearly written that Kay should... "Never take things from a stranger." When Detective Gumshoe heard about that promise, he tried to cover for Kay.
Franziska:
......... What a foolishly foolish fool's fool of a foolish reason for a fool!
Gumshoe:
Eeeowwwwww!
Kay:
Gummy... You lied because of me, didn't you?
Gumshoe:
Because I'm your friend, Kay! That's why!
Kay:
Gummy...!
Edgeworth:
...At long last. Detective Gumshoe, can you please tell me the whole truth now?
Gumshoe:
Guess there's no beating you, huh, pal? OK, OK, I'll spill the goods! I'd been standing guard for a while... I was getting really hungry, and that snack vending machine was taunting me.
Franziska:
But all the cash you had on you was $5, and that wasn't enough to buy anything, right? After all, the cheapest item in that machine is a $6 pack of Swiss rolls.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... But then, like an angel from heaven, Kay showed up...
Kay:
I was thinking about sharing a snack with Daddy... ...so I wanted to buy a Swiss roll. But I only had about a dollar in coins.
Gumshoe:
So we pooled my $5 and her $1 together... ...and bought a pack of Swiss rolls together.
Kay:
But I was worried... ...about breaking one of my promises. So then Gummy said...
Gumshoe:
Mr. Faraday's one scary guy when he gets mad! But, don't worry. You won't get in trouble if I don't tell, right!? Besides, you bought it with me! So you didn't really get it from me, you know?
Kay:
...He told me it'd be OK... And he gave me a whole roll to save and give to Daddy.
Franziska:
...Who knew that Scruffy could be so considerate...?
Edgeworth:
Indeed... Detective, I take it that you then sat down on the bench and ate the rolls together?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, we split the other roll and ate it right then! The sweet taste of that cake's chocolate... I'll never forget it as long as I live, pal!
Edgeworth:
Anyway... Kay, I believe this also belongs to you.
Kay:
Oh! That's from the balloon I popped...
Franziska:
It's bad manners to leave garbage lying around, Kay.
Kay:
I'm sorry...
Franziska:
Well, I guess I can't blame you for not throwing this one piece away. It was sitting high up on a windowsill where you couldn't see it. So just this once, I forgive you.
Kay:
But that balloon... I wanted to surprise Gummy a little, so I popped it on purpose... ...and because of me, Gummy dropped his half of the Swiss roll.
Gumshoe:
Aha ha ha! Wow, you really got me there, pal!
Kay:
So I thought maybe I should give Gummy this other roll. And then, I saw you picking on Gummy, mister...
Edgeworth:
So you kicked me, is that it?
Franziska:
You sure are a feisty one.
Kay:
I'm really sorry, mister...
Edgeworth:
It's alright. I'm perfectly unharmed. But about this Swiss roll... Would it be alright with you... ...If I held onto it until Detective Gumshoe is cleared of all charges and free to go?
Kay:
Yeah! Sure! Just make sure you give it to Gummy afterwards, OK!?
Edgeworth:
Of course. I promise. Now then, I believe we have proven beyond the shadow of a doubt... ...that Detective Gumshoe was in the hallway for the entire duration of his duty. Which undeniably proves... ...that Detective Gumshoe could not have committed the double murders.
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
Actually, it proves just the opposite, Edgeworth. You've just shown... ...that Detective Gumshoe is the only one who could have committed the crime.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Franziska:
It's quite rude to eavesdrop, Ms. Yew.
Yew:
Phwwh... Ahah... Ahahahahaha! Mnnphwwwwh... I'm getting lectured on manners... ...by a girl with a penchant for whipping people! Phwwwwkkkgh!
Franziska:
Wh-What!? How dare you talk back with such insolence!?
Kay:
You're wrong, lady! Gummy's not the bad guy!
Yew:
Oh, and what have we here? What is a child doing here in a courthouse? Bailiff! Please take this child in!
Kay:
!
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? Ms. Calisto Yew! That girl is Mr. Faraday's...!
Yew:
I know. So what? You think that just because she's the victim's daughter... ...she gets to just run wild all around the crime scene? I think it's actually quite dangerous for her, to speak nothing of getting underfoot.
Edgeworth:
I suppose you're right, however...
Yew:
As long as we're in agreement on that point, let's get back to the real issue at hand. Now then, Detective, you were in front of the door to Lobby No. 2 the entire time, correct?
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah, but...
Yew:
You see! Isn't it obvious that it could only be the detective? He is the only person who could've gone into Lobby No. 2 at the time of the murders!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (I... have no counterargument to that...!)
Yew:
Don't worry, I've already put in the necessary paperwork for his formal arrest.
Edgeworth:
Nnrgh! But the investigation is far from over!
Yew:
Oh, that's right. I was going to speak with you about that. Don't you think it's reckless to talk to the suspect out in the open without a guard?
Edgeworth:
Nngh... I suppose it is...
Yew:
Well, as someone with more experience in law than you, allow me to share something: Always keep a good eye on a criminal, or you may regret what comes of your negligence.
Franziska:
Oooooh...! Miles, I can't believe you're letting this woman lecture you like this! This is unforgivable as a disciple of Von Karma!
Yew:
Ha ha ha. Down, tigress. Now then, I'll be looking forward to the results of your investigation.
Franziska:
So. We're back to square one.
Edgeworth:
Actually, this is our last chance. I can tell that if we fail to solve this case... ...Detective Gumshoe will be formally charged under all of the circumstantial evidence. (This investigation is not over yet. There's still one location we have yet to inspect. It's where Detective Badd and Ms. Yew were at the time of the crime -- Lobby No. 1!)
To be continued.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence that proves the flaw in your theory!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! You dare try to bluff through this by presenting unrelated evidence? You're a disgrace to the Von Karma name!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (Could I have it all wrong...?)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, I advise you take a look at this piece of evidence.
Franziska:
And what are you trying to say with this?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I'm saying that this piece of evidence...
Franziska:
...Doesn't contradict with my testimony.
Edgeworth:
Arrghnn...!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... Just face it; I'm going to win our little competition.
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! I have to calm down and do a better job of finding a flaw in her logic!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Franziska von Karma)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There is a clear contradiction in your line of logic!
Franziska:
And where, pray tell, would that contradiction be?
Edgeworth:
Maybe... nowhere?
Franziska:
Exactly.
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (Could I have it all wrong...? At this rate, I'll lose the truth for all eternity... I need to pay more attention to her testimony...!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Calisto Yew)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew, what do you think about this?
Yew:
Well, as someone with more experience in law than you, allow me to share something: Use your own brain and figure it out yourself. That's my advice to you.
Edgeworth:
I see. Well, I'm terribly sorry to have bothered you with such a mundane question.
Yew:
Phwwwwh! No need to be so serious! Tell you what, I'll toss in another piece of evidence. In no way does my testimony contradict with that piece of evidence.
Edgeworth:
Nngh......... (I should've known...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Calisto Yew)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I believe this piece of evidence contradicts your statement just now.
Yew:
..................
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew! I insist that you please take a good look at this!
Yew:
I don't need to do anything. I can already tell you it doesn't contradict a thing I said.
Edgeworth:
Nngh... I... I see...! (She's fearsome when she's not doubled over in laughter! I must treac carefully here!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Calisto Yew)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There is a glaring flaw in your testimony, and this piece of evidence will prove it!
Yew:
Phwwh...! Mnphwwwh! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
! What exactly is so funny!?
Yew:
Phwwh! You say you're a disciple of Von Karma...? Phwwwwwwh! I can't wait to see what kind of prodigy you really turn out to be in court! Phwwh! Because, right now, you're a prodigy among mistaken buffons, that's for sure! Ahah!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! You will take your punishment for soiling the good name of Von Karma!
Edgeworth:
Nnghaah! (Your simultaneous reprimands are punishment enough!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Judge)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! There is a very large flaw in your statement just now!
Judge:
Hmm? I don't understand what you're talking about. Where is it, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
N-Nevermind, Your Honor.
Judge:
Making such accusatory statements... I don't know how I feel about that.
Edgeworth:
I-I'm truly sorry, Your Honor! (Arghn! I have to find a flaw in his testimony before the truth escapes me completely!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Judge)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement and this piece of evidence... contradict one another!
Judge:
I don't feel a contradiction in the air.
Edgeworth:
Arghn!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth... I advise you to be a little more cautious with what you say.
Edgeworth:
Mmmrrrgh... (It would appear that I was mistaken.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Judge)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement right now contradicts with this piece of evidence!
Judge:
Really!?
Franziska
Your Honor, by my account... there is absolutely no contradiction here at all.
Judge:
R-R-R-REALLY!? Well then, I guess we're still alright. Please continue with the testimony.
Edgeworth:
The two of them overruled me!? (At this rate, I will lose the truth to the darkness forever... I need to stay calm, think carefully, and find a flaw in his testimony, fast!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Dick Gumshoe)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There is clearly a contradiction here!
Gumshoe:
There is?
Edgeworth:
Do you not recognize that there is one?
Gumshoe:
Not at all, pal.
Edgeworth:
I see. In that case, I retract what I said...
Franziska:
Why can't you ever just admit when you're wrong!?
Edgeworth:
Gnnrrrk! (Curses... I can't keep on doing this. I must regain my composure, and think it through again!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Dick Gumshoe)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. There is a problem with that statement you just made!
Gumshoe:
What are you talking about!? There's nothing wrong with my statement, pal! So don't go around slamming what I have to say for no good reason, alright!? Unless you do have a good reason! In which case, can you explain it to me in a way that even I can understand, pal!?
Edgeworth:
Mmnnrrgh...
Franziska:
Hmph. Miles... It looks like that evidence will be of little use to you in breaking Scruffy's lie.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I can see that! (I guess I was wrong... I need to pay attention and listen carefully to his testimony one more time...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Dick Gumshoe)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence proves the contradiction in your statement!
Gumshoe:
Huh? What exactly does it prove?
Edgeworth:
Um, I suppose it doesn't "prove" so much as...
Judge:
Looks like a meaningless piece of evidence. The court refuses to accept it into the record.
Edgeworth:
Mmrrrrnngh... (It would appear that I was mistaken... Arghn! If I continue to make mistakes like this, the truth will slip from my grasp!)
Too many penalties (during investigation of Courtroom Lobby No. 2)
Manfred:
What are you hesitating for!? I should have known you weren't ready yet.
Edgeworth:
Sir! Please, wait!
Manfred:
This matter should not have taken more than three minutes to resolve! Period! Franziska, you disappoint me as well. Now get out of my sight, the both of you!
Franziska:
Papa! Wait!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! Is this the best I could do...?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during argument of Franziska, in Courtroom Lobby No. 2)
Franziska:
It would appear... that I am the victor.
Edgeworth:
W-Wait a second, Franziska!
Franziska:
I don't need to hear any more from you! As I've always thought, only I am worthy of the Von Karma name!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! Was that really the best I could do...!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during argument of Yew, in Courtroom Lobby No. 2)
Yew:
Ahahahaha! Is there anything else you'd like to share?
Franziska:
Miles! Why aren't you fighting back!?
Edgeworth:
Nngh... Because I have nothing to fight back with at this point in time.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What!? But I didn't do it, sir! Please, help me!
Yew:
And that's the way it is, Mr. Badd.
Badd:
.........Gumshoe. Just come along quietly, alright?
Gumshoe:
But sir...!
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during investigation of Hallway)
Badd:
...Afraid I can't let the two of you mess things up any more than you already have. So don't get me wrong. but... get out.
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? But I have an investigation to run!
Badd:
Hmph... I don't care if you do or don't... The fact is... that you're in my way. You there! Take these kids outside.
Forensics:
Sir! Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during argument of Judge, in Courtroom No. 3)
Judge:
I'm sorry, but I have to prepare for my next court hearing. Don't worry, I'll make the necessary arrangements for Detective Gumshoe's arrest...
Edgeworth:
Please wait, Your Honor! There is still much we have yet to resolve...
Judge:
Unfortunately for you, this court sees no reason to further prolong the issue. That is all. The court is abjourned!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! THIS was the best I could do...!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during argument of Gumshoe, in Courtroom No. 3)
Yew:
Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! That's as far as you go, Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
What is it now, Ms. Yew?
Yew:
I don't have any more time to waste babysitting the two of you. I think we have enough to take Detective Gumshoe in as a "material witness". Don't we, Mr. Badd?
Edgeworth:
What!? Since when!?
Gumshoe:
N-No way, pal! I swear I didn't do anything!
Badd:
.........We can talk more down at the station.
Gumshoe:
Detective Badd! Please, you've gotta believe me, sir! I'm innocent, sir! Honest...!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! Is this all I could do for him...!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Turnabout Reminiscence
Image Gallery
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
September 10, 5:45 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Edgeworth:
Wh-What is this incredibly overpowering sweet scent...!?
Franziska:
It smells like flowers.
Kay:
Uncle Badd! Is this it?
Edgeworth:
Hm? Isn't that Detective Badd and Kay over there?
Franziska:
It looks like she managed to escape the bailiff.
Badd:
No... That's not quite it...
Kay:
Aww, too bad. But it's so pretty!
Badd:
I think... you're still a bit too young to be wearing that. But since you found it... I guess I can let you keep it.
Kay:
Thanks! I'll treasure it, always!
Edgeworth:
(Those two seem to get along rather well...)
Badd:
Oh, here... I've got something else for you...
Kay:
Yay! Thank you, Uncle Badd! ...Earlier, I ate one of these with Gummy.
Badd:
Gummy...? Oh, you mean Gumshoe...
Kay:
Gummy is... *sniffle* He was trying to be nice to me because I was gonna get in trouble... ...and then he got in trouble because he lied to protect me... Gummy... *hiccup*... I know he didn't kill Daddy...!
Badd:
.........Don't cry... Faraday would be sad if he saw you crying...
Kay:
...I-I'm not crying!
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Kay:
Oh! it's the mister from before and the lady, too!
Edgeworth:
Don't you think it would be a good idea to go home for the time being?
Franziska:
You're not involved in the investigation, so it's for the best if you do.
Kay:
Umm... Actually, I'm Uncle Badd's assistant! So I'm related to the investigation!
Edgeworth:
Is that so, Detective Badd?
Badd:
...Yeah, I guess.
Franziska:
What!? You were just scolding us like kids to not mess up the crime scene... ...and now you let this child run free!? Why!?
Badd:
...People are free to investigate things outside of the actual crime scene. Yew also had a few things she wanted to look into... Got a problem with that...?
Franziska:
Rrrrnnngh!
Edgeworth:
(I don't have a problem with that, but I am curious as to what Ms. Yew is looking into.)
Kay:
Uncle Badd! I'm gonna go look somewhere else now, OK!?
Badd:
Alright... I'm counting on you...
Kay:
Oh, that's right! Hey, mister!
Edgeworth:
Hm? Yes, what is it?
Kay:
I know Gummy really isn't the bad guy... I mean it... So please... find the real bad guy, OK!?
Edgeworth:
............ (I won't forgive whoever did this. But in the absence of the perfect piece of testimony and evidence... ...there is no one else who could be the true culprit other than Detective Gumshoe.) ...Hm? She wandered off while I was pondering...
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
What is this... smell that has permeated the air!?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It's sweet and flowery. Although, at this strength, I'm likely to suffocate from it.
Franziska:
I can't conduct an investigation under these circumstances! We need to open a window and air this room out! I demand that you open a window right now! Hurry!
Edgeworth:
Franziska, one of the windows is already open.
Franziska:
.........I can see that.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I wonder... Is it just a coincidence that one of the windows in this room is already open, too...?)
Sofa
Edgeworth:
That expensive painting is ill-suited to be hanging on the wall of this room.
Franziska:
I wonder if a guard detail should be placed on it?
Edgeworth:
Why do you say that?
Franziska:
Well, a desperate, low-paid detective might make off with it someday. You never know.
Edgeworth:
(She may be thinking about hiring a guard... ...but it's obvious she isn't factoring in that guard's salary whatsoever.)
Open window
Edgeworth:
(One of the windows in this lobby is open as well... The air-conditioner is working just fine in this room, so why did they open it, I wonder?)
Decorative plant
Edgeworth:
This decorative plant's leaves are shinier than the ones on the plant in Lobby No. 2.
Franziska:
That's probably because it's next to the windows where it's easier to photosynthesize.
Edgeworth:
You may right. Plus, the curtains are always drawn in Lobby No. 2.
Franziska:
The caretakers of this courthouse don't think enough about the plants, do they?
Edgeworth:
(That's because they're the courthouse's caretakers, not a bunch of botanists.)
Tea bottle
Franziska:
What an incredibly strong-scented herbal tea.
Edgeworth:
I fear that more than being relaxing, this scent may make one a bit heady instead.
Badd:
...Yew put in a special request for that.
Franziska:
No wonder she's so violent, if she's been drinking this stuff the whole time.
Edgeworth:
(Neither woman should be allowed to comment on this particular topic. Ever.)
Closed window
Edgeworth:
(I can see down into the courthouse courtyard from here.)
Franziska:
What is that mess supposed to be!? It's like an optical illusion...!
Edgeworth:
I believe it's supposed to be postmodern in design.
Franziska:
More like "thoughtlessness in design".
Edgeworth:
(I can't disagree there.)
Table
Edgeworth:
It may not look like much, but I find that ordinary tables like this one are very useful.
Franziska:
I think it's time they bought a new one. I wonder if they will replace this table if I hit it enough with my whip?
Edgeworth:
(A much too heavy-handed method if I ever saw one...)
TV
Edgeworth:
This television is the same model as the one in Defendant Lobby No. 2.
Franziska:
Looks like the two rooms are basically the same in terms of layout and supplies.
Edgeworth:
Yes. (Hmm... The two rooms are basically the same, huh...)
Hallway
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
All that's left to investigate is Defendant Lobby No. 1. If there is anything left to be found, we'll find it there.
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps I should head over to Lobby No. 1 and see what I turn up...)
Bench
Franziska:
This bench is covered with ants. The janitor is going to have a tough time with this.
Edgeworth:
It would appear that they're coming in through the open window up there. (Ants are unusual creatures. We can learn so much from their diligence and zeal.)
Vending machine on left
Edgeworth:
This vending machine is stocked with a variety of base food products. Yet, despite their banality, they're priced extraordinarily high.
Franziska:
I have no interest in anything that is unrelated to the case, Miles.
Edgeworth:
Hold on, I wouldn't dismiss it yet. Clues are often found in the most surprising of places. No matter how insignificant it may seem, we should give all things due consideration.
Franziska:
I suppose... In that case, Miles Edgeworth... ...you will buy me one of those ham sandwiches! For evidence's sake, of course!
Edgeworth:
.........I believe that preserving the crime scene takes precedence, Franziska.
Vending machine on right
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth, prepare me some change.
Edgeworth:
And what if I refuse?
Franziska:
Well, aren't we stingy? I'm shocked that you're unwilling to part with a few coins!
Edgeworth:
Think what you will. Besides, we cam't go around changing the state of the crime scene.
Franziska:
Hmph, you don't have to treat me like a child! I already knew that, you know!
Edgeworth:
(Oh? Then why did you bother asking for change in the first place?)
Poster
Franziska:
I don't believe it! This judge has it all wrong. The star of the courtroom isn't him; it's me, Franziska von Karma!
Edgeworth:
(As long as she doesn't turn evil, I suppose I can live with "just another megalomaniac".)
Fire extinguisher
Franziska:
That extinguisher looks like it would be good at extinguishing any bad memories... With a solid smack across the back of a person's head.
Edgeworth:
Are you saying you have memories you'd like erased at your tender age?
Franziska:
I am perfect. Therefore, I don't have anything I want to erase from my mind. I was talking about you, Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
..................I have no intention of revisiting the past.
Franziska:
Oh? That's too bad. Well, if you ever want my help erasing memories...
Edgeworth:
...I'll be sure to ask.
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Sofa
Edgeworth:
You must be tired, Franziska. Care to take a short break on that sofa?
Franziska:
Surely you jest! Me? Sit on that tiny, dirty, disgusting thing?
Edgeworth:
(But that detective said he could sleep "all 25 hours of the day" on this...)
Plastic bags
Edgeworth:
I wonder if the killer used these plastic bags in a flash of inspiration?
Franziska:
With THAT detective? I somehow doubt he's that quick-witted.
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that this crime was thought out in advance...?
Franziska:
With THAT detective? I somehow doubt he's capable of making such a complex plan.
Edgeworth:
Franziska... When will you learn to take responsibility for your statements?
Bodies
Franziska:
It seems that detective has more brains than he looks in some regards.
Edgeworth:
Do you really think so? Because, to me, in order to pull off a crime of this magnitude... Let's just say that I doubt he has enough mental prowess to be successful at such a thing.
Franziska:
Hah, don't think that kind of subjective commentary is going to prove anything. If you have a theory, then prove it to me with evidence.
Edgeworth:
Of course. That has been my intention all along.
Table
Franziska:
Was this table here all along?
Edgeworth:
I suppose so.
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Well, clearly, it's out of place. When you take the sofa into consideration, that table is much too tall!
Edgeworth:
...I get the impression the two are not meant to be used as a set, Franziska.
Franziska:
! I-I knew that!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* It seems she's lost her calm sense of judgement in her eagerness to defeat me...)
Open window
Edgeworth:
I suppose it's impossible to enter or exit through these windows thanks to these bars.
Franziska:
I suppose you're right.
Edgeworth:
...Actually, that's not true. I bet a person of small stature could slip in. Franziska, would you care to help me test my theory?
Franziska:
..................
Edgeworth:
Unnnrgh! (Drat. I must remember to be more tactful around the vertically challenged!)
Bag
Edgeworth:
So this was the bag I was to receive with the evidence for today's trial in it...
Franziska:
Aha! I have it! The killer hid himself inside this bag and that's how he snuck into this courthouse!
Edgeworth:
The suspect that was arrested is hardly the type of man to carry a bag of this kind. Besides which, I doubt there is enough space inside this bag for him to hide in.
Franziska:
Ooh... Just shut up!
Calisto Yew
Yew:
What is it, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Nngh... Nothing in particular, however...
Yew:
Phwwh...! "Nngh," he says!
Edgeworth:
Nngh...?
Yew:
Ahahaha! You did it again! What IS that supposed to be? Your mating call!?
Edgeworth:
(Is everything I do humorous to this woman?)
Yew:
Look, Edgeworth, I'm incredibly busy right now. I've got a mountain of things to figure out and check up on. If you want to talk, you're just going to have to wait until later, OK?
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. I'll just continue with my investigation, then.)
TV
Franziska:
That is one tiny TV.
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe was rather shocked at this, and said it is "huge" compared to his own.
Franziska:
Hah, anything you compare with something he owns will always seem grandiose.
Edgeworth:
(Speaking of grandiose, I'd say that ego of yours could use a little deflating.)
Forensics
Franziska:
Mr. Lab Technician! I want to know what you found!
Forensics:
Oh! I've found some fingerprints that I can't show to any kids.
Franziska:
Whose fingerprints are they?
Forensics:
I think they're the victim's!
Edgeworth:
And what kind of prints are they?
Forensics:
The kind that Detective Badd told me not to show you kids!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (Argh! That only makes me all the more curious!)
3rd Floor Lobby
Kay Faraday
Kay:
Oh, sorry, mister. I'm a little busy right now!
Edgeworth:
Doing what...?
Kay:
Um... Well, I'm looking for something. Uncle Badd told me to, so that's what I'm going to do.
Franziska:
Let's go. I don't want to interfere with the girl, lest Detective Badd get angry.
Edgeworth:
Yes, agreed.
Water stand
Edgeworth:
It appears I won't be drinking out of this until it's been repaired.
Franziska:
If you want a drink of water, just find a tap. It's all the same.
Edgeworth:
No, actually, the water from this is apparently something special. There was a man here who was practically bathing in it.
Franziska:
............ I know.
Edgeworth:
Ah, then obviously we are both thinking the same thing.
Franziska:
I suppose we'll just have to wait then.
Edgeworth:
Yes.
Defendant Lobby No. 1
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Present
Ms. Yew's Perfume
Franziska:
I have no interest in that perfume, or in that woman. Here we are, trying to be serious, and all she does is break out into laughter. It's borderline rude!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Franziska seems to hold some ill-will towards Ms. Yew. Although... ...between whipping people all the time, and laughing when people are being serious... ...I'm not sure which one I find more annoying.) Aaargh!
Franziska:
You were thinking something bad about me just now, weren't you!?
Edgeworth:
(I take that back. Ms. Yew is slightly less annoying due to the lack of physical pain.)
Tyrell Badd
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, what exactly was Kay searching for?
Badd:
...Nothing that concerns you, boy...
Franziska:
Oh? And I suppose it has something to do with Kay?
Badd:
...It does, because she's Faraday's daughter... Anyway... Hurry up and get to the point... I don't have time to waste...
Edgeworth:
(It sounds like he'd rather be left alone...) I have something I'd like to confirm with you once again.
Badd:
...I... don't have anything to say to you.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. be that as it may, we still have questions that we need answers to. Now then, first of all, what is the overpowering smell that is permeating this room? Upon entering this room... I thought I was going to suffocate!
Badd:
...It's that ultra-strong perfume Yew wears... She spilled some of it... I was... having a bad time of it myself. I didn't think twice and opened the window... but that smell's still here.
Edgeworth:
Perfume, huh... (So the sweet scent in the air... is perfume.)
Franziska:
Well, it's giving off quite a stench. I bet it's some cheap, no-name brand.
Badd:
...She said... it's a famous brand from overseas.
Franziska:
............ It's a knock-off. Yes, definitely a knock-off.
Badd:
...No disrespect, but... she forced one of those bottles on me. ...Here, little girl. You can have it...
Franziska:
Hmph. I was born for a much more expensive and refined perfume! However, seeing as how you just happen to have a spare, I suppose I'll take it. Miles Edgeworth! You will hold on to this bottle without fail!
Edgeworth:
...Arnngh. (Why can't she ever be honest about her wants...?)
Ms. Yew's Perfume data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(So now we have the perfume Ms. Yew wears... Just fantastic.)
Badd:
.........Is that all you wanted to talk about? If so, I'm going back to investigating.
Edgeworth:
Actually, I still have a few other things I wish to inquire about.
Badd:
.........Tch...
During the recess
Edgeworth:
So you were in this room the entire recess?
Badd:
...Like I said... ...I made a call to the precinct to get that big lug down here. But other than that... I was waiting for the recess to end in here.
Franziska:
At least your story is consistent.
Edgeworth:
Earlier, you started that you were in this lobby with Ms. Yew.
Badd:
...Yeah, I ran into her in the hallway... She said she wanted to talk to me about something, so we came in here...
Edgeworth:
Then, what you're saying is that until Detective Gumshoe's arrival... ...you and Ms. Yew were in two different locations?
Badd:
.........Hmm... Guess I am...
Edgeworth:
(Interesting...)
Franziska:
Speaking of that lawyer... She seems to have a great dislike for you.
Badd:
Oof...
Edgeworth:
(Let's see... Ms. Yew is the sister of the victim of the KG-8 Incident. And, as I recall, Detective Badd was the lead detective on the case.) I wonder if the reason for her distain isn't simply because you failed to guard Cece... ...but because you were the lead detective on the case.
Badd:
! ...You knew...?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I also know that today's trial involving the Cohdopian Embassy staff member... ...is being referred to as the second KG-8 Incident.
Badd:
.........
Edgeworth:
Now then, Detective. I believe it's time you were honest with me... ...and tole me the truth behind your relationship with Ms. Yew and Mr. Faraday... ...and the KG-8 Incident!
Badd:
..................If you already know that much... I guess it'd be alright to tell you.
KG-8 Incident (appears after During the recess)
Edgeworth:
Now then, I'd like to ask you a few questions about the KG-8 Incident.
Badd:
...It's not exactly a happy story... Other than the people who were directly involved... ...you two will be the first to hear what I'm about to tell... The honest truth behind the KG-8 Incident!
Edgeworth:
!
Badd:
Faraday, Yew, and I... As you already know, we three were involved with the KG-8 Incident. Faraday and I, we were originally on the trail of a smuggling ring.
Edgeworth:
You mean the smuggling case involving one of the Amano Group's secretaries...?
Badd:
Hmph, that trial was just a front!
Franziska:
A façade...?
Badd:
Yeah... But the case became tainted! All because the witness who was going to testify... ...about the Amano Group's ties to the smuggling ring, Cece Yew, was killed!
Edgeworth:
Then, what became of the secretary who was arrested?
Badd:
...His name... was Colin Devorae... To be honest... the guy didn't know a thing about the smuggling ring... But... he confessed to knowing about it anyway... Devorae was probably being intimidated by the big boss man... Just another scapegoat.
Edgeworth:
(The "boss man", of the Amano Group...? He can't seriously mean Mr. Ernest Amano... ...That can't be right. It's probably just Detective Badd's personal hypothesis. What is he trying to do, suspecting Mr. Amano of being involved with smuggling...?)
Franziska:
I suppose it would've been quite difficult to secure an acquittal after he confessed. But the man who killed Cece Yew, Manny Coachen, was a completely different person. But since he's already been acquitted once of her murder... Mr. Faraday, how could you have let him go!?
Edgeworth:
If I remember correctly... ...I heard that Mr. Faraday had an important piece of evidence stolen from him.
Badd:
.........That wasn't Faraday's fault. It was mine... I wasn't vigilant enough. Faraday, Cece... I was supposed to protect them both...
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Yew did mention that as well... About how Detective Badd was supposed to guard her sister...)
Badd:
But... even I, who was supposed to protect them... ...I fell into their trap...
Franziska:
What kind of a trap...?
Badd:
...Hmph... The holes in this jacket are a testament to that trap.
Edgeworth:
! Y-You mean... you were fired upon!?
Franziska:
Y-You were shot at that many times in one gunfight...?
Badd:
.........No. Only about half of these... are from that case... But... the reason I continue to wear this jacket is to remind myself... ...of the lessons I learned... from the KG-8 Incident...
Edgeworth:
...I see.
Badd:
I couldn't protect Cece Yew... and the suspect was found not guilty. We had hit a brick wall... as far as the law was concerned... And that's when she came to the courtroom... the victim's sister... ...That's when I first met Calisto Yew...
Relation to Yew (appears after KG-8 Incident)
Edgeworth:
About when you first met Ms. Yew... It was on the day the verdict of the KG-8 Incident was handed down, was it not?
Badd:
Yes... Faraday and I... We apologized to her from the bottom of our hearts... It was all we could do... But... "Just saying you're sorry won't bring my sister back!" she said... ...and then she gave me a hard slap across the face...
Franziska:
Well... She certainly had a lot of self-control to stop at just a slap. If it was me... not even a hundred lashes would've been punishment enough!
Badd:
...I suppose not... Yew said it herself... that she never wanted to see either of us ever again.
Edgeworth:
But after that, you've seen her many times over, correct?
Badd:
...Yeah. Faraday and I... Even after the KG-8 Incident had come to a close... ...we continued to hunt down the smuggling ring, and got involved in a variety of cases. But... it was no use... We cracked so many different cases... ...but the result was always the same. We couldn't find the real mastermind behind the ring.
Edgeworth:
(Is the ring... really that big...?)
Badd:
It was in the pursuit of the ring... that we met Yew once again... ...It was during another trial... related to the smuggling ring... Faraday was the prosecutor... and I, as the lead detective... ...took to the witness stand. Yew... She appeared out of the blue as the defense attorney...
Edgeworth:
Her client was related to the smuggling ring, and she was defending them...?
Badd:
Yeah... Yew... was pursuing the ring as best she could as a lawyer. I think she defended Rell this time... for the same reason...
Edgeworth:
(Come to think of it, Ms. Yew did say something to the same effect...)
Yew:
I... phwwh... have my own agenda. Phwwwh... I'm still on the hunt for leads regarding the KG-8 Incident, alright?
Edgeworth:
And for that, you have not a single qualm about defending a known killer...?
Yew:
.........Don't put words in my mouth. I said no such thing.
Edgeworth:
.........
Yew:
The only was I had to get close to Mr. Rell was to be his lawyer. I had no intention of covering for him, ever. So don't you dare suggest I was going to.
Franziska:
Hmph. It doesn't matter what her reason is... helping a criminal is just despicable!
Badd:
...You're so naïve... little girl. I could've stolen this lollypop from you, that's how naïve you are!
Franziska:
H-How dare you insult the daughter of a Von Karma!
Badd:
Just like us, Yew felt that she had hit the limit of what the law could do. ...That's all.
Edgeworth:
...The law is merely a tool. There is no limit to it, only the skill of the craftsman.
Badd:
You two... are still too young... But one day, you'll know what I mean...
Edgeworth:
..................
Badd:
But enough sidetracking... What matters... is that we met Yew again... in pursuit of the smuggling ring. ...That's all.
Yatagarasu (appears after Relation to Faraday)
Edgeworth:
You claim to know much about the Yatagarasu... Would you care to share what you know with me?
Badd:
Hmph... What you two should be looking for right now... ...is proof... of murderous intent towards Faraday and Rell...!
Edgeworth:
I agree, which is exactly why I am asking you about the Yatagarasu.
Badd:
...What?
Edgeworth:
The KG-8 Incident and this "second" KG-8 Incident... Both of these cases are tied to the smuggling ring... ...and in both of these cases, the witness who was to testify about the ring was murdered. However, there is one point in which they differ. And that is the presence or absence of the Great Thief Yatagarasu.
Badd:
.........
Edgeworth:
Mr. Rell claimed to be the Yatagarasu, however, in the middle of the trial... ...he suddenly declared Mr. Faraday to be the real Yatagarasu. Then, during the recess, they were both killed. Don't you find that to be the least bit odd?
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! Stop beating around the bush and just spit it out already!
Edgeworth:
I believe that there must be some reason that... ...the two men suspected of being the Yatagarasu were both killed at the same time.
Badd:
...A reason... huh...
Edgeworth:
And so, in order to catch Mr. Faraday's and Mr. Rell's cold-blooded killer... ...I feel that I need to learn as much as I can about the Yatagarasu.
Badd:
.........If it will help you solve this case... Then I'll tell you! I'll tell you the reason why we've never caught the Yatagarasu!
Franziska:
What was that sudden outburst for!? You almost made me whip you by accident!
Edgeworth:
Nnghooh! (It still "accidentally" whipped me anyway...)
Badd:
There are three main reasons why the Yatagarasu will always be one step ahead! First! The Yatagarasu always knows the exact location of the target object. Second! The Yatagarasu always knows exactly how to disarm the security system. Third! The Yatagarasu doesn't leave a single shred of evidence behind, ever!
Edgeworth:
I see. So those are the Yatagarasu's special traits.
Franziska:
...Sounds like an incredibly elusive thief.
Badd:
...The Yatagarasu... ...has never been caught on tape... never tries to draw anyone's attention... ...and would never do something... as low-brow as commit murder...! That's how I knew... that Rell wasn't the real Yatagarasu right away.
Franziska:
But you can't use that sort of logic on its own to prove that he wasn't.
Badd:
Hmph... Listen, little girl. I'm not done talking yet...
Franziska:
Gnrrk!
Badd:
What's different about this time... was that evidence related to the smuggling ring... ...was sent to the police... And the sender was none other than the one who infiltrated the Cohdopian Embassy... ...the Yatagarasu...
Edgeworth:
The Yatagarasu sent the evidence?
Badd:
Until now, the Yatagarasu... ...would always publicize any corrupt dealings through the mass media... ...but not this time... The evidence this time... ...was something only Faraday and I... and a select few others knew about...
Edgeworth:
In that case, how can you be so sure that it was the Yatagarasu who sent it?
Badd:
That's easy... A special card that only the Yatagarasu uses was attached... That's how I can be so sure...
Edgeworth:
And just what sort of card is it?
Badd:
...Here, take a look at this article... Whenever the Yatagarasu wants to publicize something... ...a white card is sent along with the stolen information... But... when we questioned Rell about what was sent along with the white card... ...Rell had no idea what it was.
Edgeworth:
(Ahh, and that's how Detective Badd knew that Mr. Rell was a phony...) Thank you very much. I have a much better understanding of the Yatagarasu now.
Badd:
Hmph...
Relation to Faraday
Edgeworth:
So what was your relation to Mr. Faraday? You even seem to know Kay fairly well.
Badd:
I met him... when he was a rookie prosecutor... Known him ever since. And Kay... I've known her... since the day she was born. ...Faraday and I... we cracked quite a few cases together...
Edgeworth:
Hmm, but you two seem to have made no progress at all in the Yatagarasu case.
Badd:
..................
Franziska:
Did we touch a nerve?
Badd:
...Hmph. I only have one thing... to say to you. ...No one knew more about the Yatagarasu... ...than me and Faraday... That's why... I was called upon to testify in today's trial... ...To prove... that Rell was not the real Yatagarasu... Which I would've done... if he hadn't turned around and accused Faraday... After the accusation, I was asked to testify, but this time... ...to prove or disprove the accusation... But I guess I won't be doing that either.
Edgeworth:
(I sense that there's more to that statement than meets the eye. Perhaps a bit more digging into the Yatagarasu is what's necessary.)
Present
Swiss Roll
Badd:
That snack has quite a history attached to it for me...
Edgeworth:
...I'm not sure I follow.
Badd:
Our recently departed Faraday loved the Courthouse Special Swiss Rolls... ...and his daughter, Kay, also seems to have taken a liking to them. The three of us used to sit around eating them together...
Edgeworth:
..................
Badd:
I guess that's why we wanted to get Detective Gumshoe into them, too. But look at the sticky situation that came out of that.
Franziska:
Actually, the biggest reasons for the sticky situation we find ourselves in are... ...the absolute poverty of that scruff-face, and his unnecessary soft-heartedness!
Edgeworth:
(...Unforgiving as always, I see.)
Ms. Yew's Perfume
Badd:
I'm not a big fan... of perfume...
Edgeworth:
So, exactly what kind of relationship do you have with Ms. Yew?
Badd:
Like I told you... ...we're connected through the victim of KG-8 Incident, her younger sister. I was supposed to protect her... ...but I failed in my duties; just another pathetic detective... After that... Coachen's not guilty verdict... ...sparked our pursuit of the case. Me as detective, and she as a lawyer.
Edgeworth:
(In other words, they're still working together...)
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Badd leads to:)
Bailiff:
Excuse me, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Bailiff:
His Honor would like to transfer the evidence from today's trial over to you. So if you could please head over to the courtroom, it'd be much appreciated, sir!
Edgeworth:
Understood. I'll be there shortly. Detective Badd... What does the law mean to you?
Badd:
.............................. Finding the answer to that question is the only reason I'm still alive...
Edgeworth:
(I became a prosecutor to find the answer to that question myself... ...and to play a part in ensuring that all criminals everywhere are found guilty!)
September 10District CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
...Oh, it's you, Mr. Edgeworth. ...*sigh*...
Edgeworth:
(It appears that His Honor is still a bit dispirited...)
Judge:
For the first time today, I experienced what it's like to stand at the witness stand... *sigh* I now have a greater appreciation... for just how hard it is to give testimony.
Franziska:
Well, there's no reason for you to be all depressed about it, Your Honor. As a judge, no one expects you to think about anything other than the verdict.
Edgeworth:
Franziska, there is no need to further depress His Honor.
Franziska:
But I'm not trying to, Miles.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor...
Judge:
Ehh...
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, I've come to collect the evidence that was to be transferred to me.
Judge:
He...
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. The evidence...?
Judge:
I...
Edgeworth:
Your Honor!
Judge:
Oh! Y-You! Yes, can I help you!?
Edgeworth:
...I'd like to collect the evidence now, sir.
Franziska:
Your Honor... Do you think you can stay focused long enough to at least do your job!?
Judge:
Y-Yes, I'm sorry! And I would, except that the defense attorney has yet to arrive.
Edgeworth:
She is busy with the investigation, so let's keep this brief, shall we?
Judge:
Very well. In that case, please confirm that all the pieces of evidence are present. Furthermore, the evidence that was used in the murders of Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell... ...are also included, so please go ahead and use them in your investigation into their case.
Edgeworth:
Understood, Your Honor. (The pieces of evidence that were used in the murder of those two men... This could be a very good chance for me to find new leads regarding their case. And maybe even something that will finally lead me to the truth!)
Judge:
I've placed all of the evidence over at the Prosecutor's Bench for you.
Edgeworth:
I see. Thank you very much. I will go and confirm that they are all accounted for.
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Evidence transfer
Franziska:
It looks like your debut trial fizzled out thanks to it being declared a mistrial. Too bad.
Edgeworth:
.........
Franziska:
But now you can take your time bidding the evidence they transferred to you goodbye.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... It's much too early to shelve the pieces that were given to me.
Franziska:
Oh? How do you figure?
Edgeworth:
Two of the pieces were used to kill Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell. Naturally, having all of them makes it easier for me to examine them more thoroughly.
Franziska:
Argh! Y-Yes, of course.
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me... Your forgot about that fact, didn't you, Franziska?
Franziska:
I don't have to answer the characteristically foolish question of a foolish fool! Now, hurry up and check the evidence already!
Edgeworth:
Trust me, I will. In due time.
Judge
Judge:
*siiiiiigh*... *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*...
Edgeworth:
It would appear that the Judge is still a bit dispirited.
Franziska:
......... Stop that! You're being so depressing!!
Judge:
Muhwooooohh!
Edgeworth:
You should listen to her, Your Honor, before things go from bad to worse. (...Although, it can't really get much worse for him, other than to be whipped by her.)
Documents on defense attorney's bench
Edgeworth:
(Evidence that Ms. Yew prepared is just sitting here on this table.)
Franziska:
You know you can't just walk off with it, right?
Edgeworth:
Of course I do. (Ms. Yew must've been caught off-guard by her client's sudden accusation... I wonder how she would've defended Mr. Rell in that case if he was still alive?)
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Tyrell Badd
Badd:
You're in the way, boy. Move.
Edgeworth:
You look terribly busy, however, I was wondering what you're busy with.
Badd:
Just looking for something. It's got nothing to do with you...
Franziska:
What is with your terrible attitude...!?
Edgeworth:
(I guess I'm out of luck. I really should get back to what I need to do, anyway.)
Defendant Lobby No. 1
Closed window
Edgeworth:
(The curtains are shut tight.)
Franziska:
The color of those curtains is rather gloomy. For a place where people's lives are in the balance... ...they could've chosen to hang something a little more cheery, you know...?
Edgeworth:
I know, however, I think the designer had more things to think about than the lobbies.
Franziska:
Hmph. Well, as a Von Karma... ...I would afford any location related to the law extra attention to detail.
Edgeworth:
(A bit obsessive, aren't we...)
Courtroom No. 3
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Present
Knife or Yatagarasu's Key (after examining knife and organizer)
Franziska:
So the knife that was used to kill turns out to be the Yatagarasu's Key... It must've taken great skill to combine both aspects into one object so well... Make no mistake, I think this is the key to the whole case.
Edgeworth:
So you're saying... ...that this key is the golden key to unlocking the secrets behind this case!?
Franziska:
..................
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk!
Franziska:
No lame puns in my presence!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... Perhaps that was just a bit too corny...)
Evidence on prosecutor's bench
First time
Edgeworth:
So this is the evidence related to today's Cohdopian Embassy trial from Mr. Faraday's bag.
Franziska:
You mean the evidence bag that was on the table in Lobby No. 2, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Finally, we can now take a look at the evidence itself, and not just data about them. Let's be sure to thoroughly examine them while we have the time.
Franziska:
Agreed. I want to take a good look at all of the evidence from the Embassy murder, too.
Edgeworth:
...And why is that?
Franziska:
Because! I still don't fully understand what today's trial was about!
Edgeworth:
Gnwaaah! Don't point your crop at me just because you don't know something!
Franziska:
And don't you try to order me around just because Papa chose you today!
Edgeworth:
(I see someone is still sore about not being picked by Mr. von Karma...)
Franziska:
...It's all so... real too see the knife up close.
Edgeworth:
So, we have the knife, the gun, an envelope... and what's this organizer doing here...?
Judge:
Oh! That's right! I completely forgot to tell you!
Edgeworth:
About what, Your Honor?
Judge:
They found Mr. Faraday's personal organizer inside that evidence bag of this. Detective Badd requested it be passed along to you. He said it would help the investigation.
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd said that...?
Franziska:
...What a strange stroke of luck.
Edgeworth:
Well, never look a gift horse in the mouth. We might as well flip through it, too.
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Gun
Edgeworth:
This gun... It was originally used to kill the Cohdopian Embassy staff member. When the crime was reported... ...the responding police found Mr. Rell still holding it, which led to his immediate arrest.
Franziska:
And then... this gun took the original shooter's life. How ironic.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. (There doesn't seem to be anything else we can learn from this piece of evidence.)
Knife
Edgeworth:
It's the knife that was used to kill Mr. Faraday...
Franziska:
Who would've thought that such a beautiful piece of art... ...could be used for such a cruel act!?
Edgeworth:
(And it's never crossed your mind that you use your riding crop for the wrong purpose?)
Organizer
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday's organizer... It appears he was in the habit of using it.
Franziska:
It looks like he wrote his strategy for getting Mr. Rell convicted down in here.
Edgeworth:
It appears that Mr. Faraday honestly believed that Mr. Rell was the killer in the case. And it would also appear that he had proof that Mr. Rell was not the Yatagarasu. Hmm... And he apparently also had a very definitive piece of evidence. Yes, I believe that Mr. Faraday was well prepared... ...to discredit any claim Mr. Rell may have made about being the real Yatagarasu.
Franziska:
And he had a way to prove that Mr. Rell was the guilty party in the Embassy murder.
Edgeworth:
(This organizer is a clue straight from Mr. Faraday. I'll have to take my time and give it a thorough read later.)
Mr. Faraday's Organizer data jotted down in my Organizer.
Franziska:
Look, there's a picture stuck between these pages here.
Edgeworth:
It appears to be... a key.
Franziska:
And a rather ornate one at that. Just look at the design on the handle.
Edgeworth:
The craftsmanship is superb... Could this be the "Yatagarasu's Key" Mr. Faraday mentioned in his organizer?
Franziska:
The Yatagarasu's... Key?
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd said something earlier...
Badd:
What's different about this time... was that evidence related to the smuggling ring... ...was sent to the police... And the sender was none other than the one who infiltrated the Cohdopian Embassy... ...the Yatagarasu...
Edgeworth:
The Yatagarasu sent the evidence?
Badd:
Until now, the Yatagarasu... ...would always publicize any corrupt dealings through the mass media... ...but not this time... The evidence this time... ...was something only Faraday and I... and a select few others knew about...
Franziska:
Mr. Faraday must've been trying to keep this secret key safe.
Edgeworth:
As the prosecutor on both the Yatagarasu and smuggling ring cases, that's to be expected.
Yatagarasu's Key data jotted down in my Organizer.
Organizer (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday's organizer... It appears he was in the habit of using it. (This organizer is a clue straight from Mr. Faraday. I'll have to take my time and give it a thorough read later.)
Envelope
Edgeworth:
I took a quick look through these documents before the trial started.
Franziska:
Well, I wasn't even afforded the opportunity to skim it.
Edgeworth:
Hmm...I suppose I should explain it to you then.
Franziska:
Yes, you should. Perfectly and in its entirely, if you please.
Edgeworth:
On the night of September 8th, an Embassy staff member was killed in front of the Embassy. The staff member died of shock due to being shot in the heart. Mack Rell was brought in that night as a suspect and thoroughly questioned... ...because the murder weapon was found on him, for which he was arrested on the spot.
Franziska:
A simpleton of a man, that's what he was.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Perhaps he was, for the weapon wasn't the only incriminating evidence we had. Mr. Rell was caught in the act on film by a security camera.
Franziska:
He was an even bigger simpleton than I'd thought. I can't believe he didn't notice a security camera!
Edgeworth:
The Cohdopian Embassy's security system is supposedly very well designed. He may have simply not been aware that there was a camera in the area.
Franziska:
So... have you seen the contents of the video for yourself?
Edgeworth:
Yes, the surveillance video the security camera took... ...was played during the trial by Mr. Faraday. You can clearly identify Mr. Rell on it. Even the sound of the gunshot was crystal clear.
Franziska:
So the footage included sound, huh? I don't think I'd ever want to see the moment of someone's death in real life.
Edgeworth:
Me neither.
(Examining knife and organizer leads to:)
Edgeworth:
Hmm, that's odd...
Franziska:
What is it?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday didn't mention anything about a knife in his organizer.
Franziska:
...That certainly is odd.
Edgeworth:
The weapon that was used to kill the Cohdopian Embassy staff member was the gun. But if that's the case... ...then where did the knife that was used to murder Mr. Faraday come from!?
Franziska:
Isn't it obvious? It was brought into the courthouse by Mr. Rell! That's the only logical conclusion, right?
Edgeworth:
No, because it's not that easy to smuggle a weapon like that in here. Every person who enters the courthouse doors is checked thoroughly for contraband. Furthermore, the suspect was handcuffed... ...making it possible for him to bring a knife as large as this inside.
Franziska:
In that case... how do YOU suppose this knife ended up inside the courthouse!?
Edgeworth:
.................. (I need to think carefully here... There is nothing related to the knife written anywhere in Mr. Faraday's organizer... However... it is a fact that this knife... ...came from Mr. Faraday's evidence bag. ...Conversely, there is one item listed in Mr. Faraday's organizer... ...that no one has claimed to have seen today! So in order to solve this mystery... ...I believe I will need to take another good look at the evidence.)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... Can I take the fact that you have yet to answer me... ...to mean that you don't have an answer for me?
Edgeworth:
Actually, I do know the answer, Franziska.
Franziska:
What!? Then what is it!?
Edgeworth:
One of the pieces of evidence we've been holding has been hiding a secret of its own. And it was through this piece of evidence that the knife was brought into the courthouse!
Present Yatagarasu's key
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This "Yatagarasu's Key" Mr. Faraday mentions in his organizer..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Franziska:
I don't see how that answers my question at all.
Edgeworth:
Every piece of evidence has some secretive aspect about it...
Franziska:
Oh? Then I demand to know what the secret is to this one!
Edgeworth:
Gnrk! (Alright, maybe there is no secret to this one... I need to think carefully here... There is nothing related to the knife written anywhere in Mr. Faraday's organizer... However... it is a fact that this knife... ...came from Mr. Faraday's evidence bag. ...Conversely, there is one item listed in Mr. Faraday's organizer... ...that no one has claimed to have seen today! So in order to solve this mystery... ...I believe I will need to take another good look at the evidence.) The knife was definitely brought in somehow...
Leads back to:
"(I need to think carefully here...)"
Edgeworth:
This "Yatagarasu's Key" Mr. Faraday mentions in his organizer... This is how the knife was brought into the courthouse.
Franziska:
You're not making any sense, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You just need to look a bit closer, Franziska, to see what I mean. Don't the color and ornamentation of the key's handle remind you of anything?
Franziska:
..................They do remind me of the knife...
Edgeworth:
Very good. Both the Yatagarasu's Key in this photo and the murderous knife... ...have this very unique design on their handles. Furthermore, even though Mr. Faraday mentions the Yatagarasu's Key... ...the only object we found at the crime scene was the knife.
Franziska:
Y-You don't seriously mean to say...!?
Edgeworth:
It appears that you've finally caught up. And yes, I DO mean to say that these two pieces are, in fact, one and the same!
Franziska:
But that's impossible!
Edgeworth:
Even if that is what you believe, we should still investigate this possibility.
Franziska:
Nnrgh...
Edgeworth:
Now then, let us examine this knife in a little more detail.
Examine blade
Edgeworth:
It's the weapon that was used to kill Mr. Faraday... The handle and the blade itself both have beautiful designs worked into them.
Franziska:
Look! There's even a flower-shaped design in this gold section here. If this hadn't been used as a tool for murder, I'd want it for myself.
Edgeworth:
(...She seems to be drawn to the embellishments. Too bad this isn't mine to give.)
Examine button on bottom
Leads to:
"I can't believe it turned into a key! To think there was such a trick to this thing...!"
Franziska:
I can't believe it turned into a key! To think there was such a trick to this thing...!
Edgeworth:
So the weapon used to kill Mr. Faraday is actually the key the Yatagarasu stole... (This piece of information is more critical than anything we've learned up until now!)
Yatagarasu's Key data updated in my Organizer.
Franziska:
...Frankly, I'm shocked.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday only mentioned the key aspect of this piece of evidence in his organizer. It's possible that even he had no idea the key was hiding a knife blade inside.
Franziska:
But if that's true... ...then only someone who knew about the key to knife trick... ...could have killed Mr. Faraday!
Edgeworth:
Even among law enforcement, this key was top secret... We're looking for someone who knew even more about the key than even Mr. Faraday... Meaning that the only person it could be is the one who sent the key in the first place... The Great Thief Yatagarasu!
Franziska:
! .........Then maybe Mr. Rell really was the Yatagarasu... ...and he was the one who killed Mr. Faraday. Isn't that one possible scenario?
Edgeworth:
No, not really... Especially since Mr. Faraday... ...was absolutely convinced that Mr. Rell was not the Yatagarasu. Besides, as Detective Badd said earlier...
Badd:
But... when we questioned Rell about what was sent along with the white card... ...Rell had no idea what it was.
Franziska:
I see... Alright then, I guess the person who knows the trick behind this key... ...is someone else, and that person is the real Yatagarasu.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It seems that this key is truly the key to solving this case.
Knife data updated in my Organizer.
Examine evidence
Trigger of Handgun (after examining handgun)
Edgeworth:
The trigger -- such a small piece of metal, and yet, it can take a whole life away... I wished that I never had to lay eyes on another gun again...
Franziska:
What's this? Are you afraid of guns, Miles?
Edgeworth:
...It's not that at all! It's just...
Franziska:
Well! I am not afraid of these things in the least!
Edgeworth:
(Where does she find the gall to say things like that...?)
Front side of Swiss Roll
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe and Kay pooled their money and bought the Swiss rolls together.
Franziska:
I suppose they both just wanted a snack that much.
Edgeworth:
Kay was probably saving this one for her father to cheer him up. Not that I blame her. I know the feeling myself.
Franziska:
..................Hmph. Well, so long as we're here, once we solve this case, let's buy some and bring them home.
Edgeworth:
Sure, why not? (Ah, and I mustn't forget to give this to Detective Gumshoe.)
(Examine all evidences leads to:)
Edgeworth:
That's odd. We're short one piece of evidence. And the piece that's missing is the surveillance video that was played in court!
Franziska:
The surveillance video...? How could a piece of evidence just disappear? Where did it go?
Edgeworth:
(The video showing the moment in which Mr. Rell committed the murder... Where could it have gone indeed!?)
Judge:
Are you done with your inspection of the evidence?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'm finished. However, Your Honor, I am missing a single piece of prosecutorial evidence.
Franziska:
Your Honor... Were you derelict in your duties?
Judge:
Wh-What!? No! I dare not lick my duties! What do you take me for!?
Edgeworth:
No, Your Honor. The most important piece of evidence in today's trial... ...the surveillance video, is not amongst the evidence you laid out for me.
Judge:
Hmm... But I brought Mr. Faraday's whole bag with me from the crime scene. Maybe the tape is still somewhere at the crime scene...?
Edgeworth:
.................. (There's something wrong here... Something about this missing piece of evidence... It would appear that for me to find the answers I seek... ...I will have to pay another visit to the scene of the crime, Defendant Lobby No. 2!)
September 10, 6:00 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Edgeworth:
Hm? That's Detective Badd... but who is he with...?
Franziska:
I've never seen that officer before.
Badd:
So, did you find it...?
???:
No, not yet, and I've looked everywhere.
Badd:
I see... Well, then... please continue with the search...
???:
Understood. I'll continue the search. Heh. So you're the one running this show. Prosecutors like you shouldn't even be allowed at crime scenes!
Edgeworth:
How dare you!? Just who do you think you are...!? What was that all about, and who was that man just now!?
Franziska:
Whoever he was, I've never seen a more impudent officer in my life.
Edgeworth:
(Does he even know that we're standing right here behind him?)
Badd:
.........I know you're standing right behind me. What do you want... kids?
Edgeworth:
!
Franziska:
It looks like you were paying attention after all.
Badd:
...Of course I was. ...I have eyes... in the back of my head...
Edgeworth:
(Ah, so that mirror isn't for vanity's sake... It's for him to keep an eye out on who or what is behind him at all times.) So tell me, Detective Badd, who was that rude man just now?
Badd:
...The guy came here... from the Republic of Zheng Fa to study... He's Agent Lang. He's trying everything he can... to revive the lost honor of his family... He's traveling the world... to study different philosophies of detainment... from scratch...
Edgeworth:
By visiting various police departments around the world? He has a lot of dedication.
Badd:
He's still just a rookie cop... but I sense a strong grudge of some sort from him. The guy's... more useful than Gumshoe. .........Even if he is rude.
Franziska:
Well, he sure has a lot of guts to come to this country and give prosecutors a hard time.
Edgeworth:
(I agree, however, I can think of one young lady that statement also applies to.) Anyway, what was that agent looking for, Detective Badd?
Franziska:
Earlier, that little girl was poking around in Lobby No. 1 as well.
Badd:
...Like I said before, it's got nothing to do with the two of you.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... I highly doubt that it has nothing to do with me.
Badd:
...Hmph.
Edgeworth:
(Fine, if this is the game I must play, then I will take this opportunity... ...to draw out what he's been hiding and what happened in this room straight from him.)
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
It looks like Detective Badd is searching for something.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I'm curious as to what it could be myself. (Maybe I should just ask him...)
3rd Floor Lobby
Tyrell Badd
Edgeworth:
Earlier, you were in Lobby No. 1, and now you're here in Lobby No. 2... You are quite the busy man, Detective Badd.
Badd:
"Multiple returns to a crime scene brings about success"... That's what we detectives say.
Edgeworth:
I see... In that case, you wouldn't mind if I asked about what happened again, correct?
Badd:
I don't have anything left to say to you, boy...
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! "Boy"!? You'll see. I WILL draw my answer from you, one way or another!)
Franziska:
Would it kill you to help us even a tiny bit in our investigation!?
Badd:
...I gave Faraday's notebook... ...to the Judge earlier... ...That's help enough... don't you think...?
Franziska:
Arngh!
Edgeworth:
Please, we are asking you for just a bit more of your cooperation.
Badd:
...Don't push me, kid...
Time of the murder
Edgeworth:
I'd like to ask once again about what happened around here at the time of the crime.
Badd:
...I refuse to answer. ...Any more investigating you do... would be a waste of time. Besides... how am I supposed to answer questions about things I don't know about?
Franziska:
Things you don't know about? But aren't you supposed to know everything?
Edgeworth:
He should... (Wait, is it possible...? Maybe he doesn't know about the trick behind that piece of evidence! I should try showing it to him. It may prove to be the key to getting some answers from Detective Badd!)
Time of the murder (appears after present Knife or Yatagarasu's Key)
Leads to:
"Detective Badd. I ask that you please testify once more..."
Present
Knife or Yatagarasu's Key
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd. Did you know of the existence of the item in this photograph?
Badd:
...Hmph. Of course I did. It's my job to know everything related to the Yatagarasu case.
Edgeworth:
In that case, let me ask you something. Did you know that the knife that killed Mr. Faraday and this Yatagarasu's Key... ...are one and the same?
Badd:
What!? ...That's impossible!
Franziska:
It looks like he didn't know after all.
Edgeworth:
The piece of evidence which we call the Yatagarasu's Key... ...is actually a well-camouflaged knife.
Badd:
......
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faraday was planning to use this Yatagarasu's Key... ...to prove that Mr. Rell was not the real Yatagarasu. Isn't that correct?
Badd:
I guess so.
Edgeworth:
However, Mr. Faraday had no idea that it was, in fact, a knife.
Badd:
Yeah, I have to admit, neither one of us knew that fact. And if neither of us knew, then no one in law enforcement knew either. How did we miss something as big as this!?
Edgeworth:
I noticed that since a little while ago, you appear to be searching for something. I presume that this key is what you were searching for.
Badd:
...! ...Yeah, that's right...
Edgeworth:
And why were you searching for it?
Badd:
Because... I promised Faraday... I promised that I'd protect that key with my life... But after he was killed, the key disappeared from Faraday's evidence bag... Who would've thought... that the key... is what took Faraday's life...!?
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd. So that we may find the truth, please, testify for me once more.
Badd:
...Alright. But it doesn't matter how many times I tell you about what happened... Nothing'll change...
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd. I ask that you please testify once more... ...about what happened in Lobby No. 2 and what you experienced in Lobby No. 1.
Badd:
...My answer is still the same. And this... is the last time I'm going to do this...
Edgeworth:
That's fine, because I only need this one last time to clear everything up. (And find the truth behind this case!)
-- Det. Badd's Movements --
Badd:
...I was in Lobby No. 1... talking with Yew.
...We were talking about... some trivial things.
...I heard the gunshot... right before the trial was about to reconvene.
When we heard it, Yew and I immediately dashed out into the hallway together!
I saw Gumshoe goofing around there... and then we all ran in to Lobby No. 2.
Franziska:
It sounds like the exact same story he told us before...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. However, I feel that we have yet to draw out all the information that we can.
Rebuttal
-- Det. Badd's Movements --
Badd:
...I was in Lobby No. 1... talking with Yew.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why did Ms. Yew choose Lobby No. 1?
Badd:
.........
Edgeworth:
Answer me!
Badd:
...Who knows. She just said that she had something she wanted to talk me about... ...and we walked into Lobby No. 1 together... That's all...
Edgeworth:
(So his answer remains the same as before, I see...)
Badd:
...We were talking about... some trivial things.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I was hoping you could expand on what exactly you were discussing with Ms. Yew.
Badd:
......... Trivial stuff... It was nothing important.
Edgeworth:
That's for me to decide.
Badd:
.........
Edgeworth:
.........
Badd:
.........
Edgeworth:
(Alright, I suppose that's for him to decide. Moving on then.)
Badd:
...I heard the gunshot... right before the trial was about to reconvene.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Until you heard the gunshot, did you notice anything else that was out of the ordinary?
Badd:
...I didn't hear any other strange sounds... until that gunshot...
Edgeworth:
(If the gunshot Detective Badd heard was really the one from the murder... ...that would give that other piece of evidence an entirely different meaning...!) I ask that you please amend your testimony with that statement just now!
Badd:
Sure...
Add statement:
"...I didn't hear any other strange sounds... until that gunshot..."
Badd:
...I didn't hear any other strange sounds... until that gunshot...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd... You honestly don't remember hearing anything else?
Badd:
...Yeah.
Edgeworth:
Is it possible you were so involved in your conversation that you missed something?
Badd:
...I've been a detective for a long time, and even if I were involved in something... ...I've got quite the habit of keeping tabs on everything that goes around me... If there had been some other strange sound, you can be sure I would've heard it...
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I suppose with this detective, that's probably very likely...)
Badd:
So, the gunshot...
Present Balloon Piece
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Badd... Does this balloon fragment remind you of anything?"
Badd:
When we heard it, Yew and I immediately dashed out into the hallway together!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And why did the two of you dash out into the hallway straight away?
Badd:
...Because we clearly heard the sound of a gunshot... And we knew it came from somewhere nearby...
Edgeworth:
And how did you know that it was a gunshot?
Badd:
Hmph... In my line of work, you hear enough of them to know.
Edgeworth:
(I suppose it's only natural for a detective to know what a real gunshot sounds like...)
Badd:
But given the circumstances... ...the only person I could think of whose life would've been in danger was Faraday. That's why I ran out into the hallway right away and headed for where he was...
Badd:
I saw Gumshoe goofing around there... and then we all ran in to Lobby No. 2.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe was there in the hallway?
Badd:
Yeah...
Edgeworth:
Why didn't you attest to that earlier!?
Badd:
When I saw Gumshoe, it was after I had heard the gunshot. Having seen him then didn't change the fact that he still could've done the deed.
Edgeworth:
Arngh!
Edgeworth:
It sounds exactly like what Detective Badd told us before, however...
Franziska:
Is there something in particular we should be asking the detective about?
Edgeworth:
There just might be... (No one knew that the knife is actually the Yatagarasu's Key... Reflecting on that... ...perhaps there are other things that we know now, but Detective Badd doesn't yet. Yes, that should be my angle of attack!)
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd... Does this balloon fragment remind you of anything?
Badd:
...It's the same color... as the one Kay was holding...
Franziska:
Oh? So you knew about that girl's balloon?
Badd:
Yeah... I was sitting with her up in the gallery... During the recess... just before we split up, I filled that balloon up for her.
Edgeworth:
Well, as you may have already surmised, this piece did indeed come from Kay's balloon.
Badd:
So? What about the balloon...?
Edgeworth:
I wonder if you might remember hearing this balloon pop at some point?
Badd:
...What are you getting at?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... This fragment was found in the hallway, right in front of Lobby No. 2. Furthermore... ...it was the sound of this balloon popping that the judge mistook as a gunshot.
Badd:
...Oh? So the sound that the judge heard... was not actually a gunshot, huh...
Franziska:
On top of that, His Honor said that he heard the balloon pop... ...about 20 minutes before the trial was to reconvene.
Edgeworth:
Yes, which means that His Honor heard the balloon pop in the hallway... ...when you were in Lobby No. 1, Detective Badd! And if you were in Lobby No. 1 at that time... ...you were close enough that you should have heard the balloon popping as well!
Badd:
...So?
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? Don't give me a "So?"!
Franziska:
We just proved that there is a flaw in your testimony!
Badd:
The cracking of the truth... is louder than the sound of your sweet naïveté cracking... And since you kids don't seem to know, let me fill you in on something! Did you ever stop to think why the doors and walls of this place seem so rugged? That's because they were designed to keep secrets from being leaked!
Hold it!
Franziska:
Wh-What... is that supposed to mean!?
Badd:
...The doors and walls are super thick... the windowpanes are double-layered... To top it all off... even the curtains are made of a special sound-absorbing material.
Edgeworth:
! Then, you mean...!?
Badd:
Since I was shut up inside Lobby No. 1, there was no way I could've heard that sound!
Franziska:
N-No!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! (I knew that's what he was going to say!)
Franziska:
Then that means that scruff-face's testimony is completely useless! If the rooms are soundproof, then of course he wouldn't hear any sign of a struggle!
Edgeworth:
Nnghooooh!
Badd:
...That's also why it's only natural... ...that I didn't hear the balloon popping... ...Now do you get it... kids?
Franziska:
Miles! I thought WE were supposed to be the ones finding flaws in his logic... ...not the other way around!
Edgeworth:
The... other way around...? (It's not possible to hear the sound of a balloon popping if one were in Lobby No. 1. However, if we examine this situation in reverse... ...a person standing in the hallway should not be able to hear the real gunshot either. And yet, Detective Gumshoe claims to have heard it while he was standing in the hallway.) Detective Badd... If that is the case, how exactly did you hear the gunshot?
Badd:
...What do you mean, "how"...? I just did...
Edgeworth:
Hmph... It would appear... ...that you have yet to realize the contradiction in your own words.
Badd:
...Oh? How so...?
Edgeworth:
If the rooms are as soundproof as you say they are... ...then how did the sound of the gunshot enter your ears?
Badd:
...! I see what you mean... I guess I'm more out of it... from Faraday's murder than I had thought...
Franziska:
Which means what, exactly, Miles!? In the end, what does it all boil down to!?
Edgeworth:
It boils down to this: There must be a reason... ...as to how detectives Badd and Gumshoe heard a gunshot they theoretically couldn't have.
Franziska:
It looked like we need to examine the state of the crime scene again, huh?
Edgeworth:
...! (The state of the crime scene...? Wait! Can it be...!?)
Badd:
...It's that ultra-strong perfume Yew wears... She spilled (Dissipating the smell - A window in Lobby No. 1 was opened to allow the perfume Ms. Yew spilled to dissipate.) some of it...
Gumshoe:
Uwaah! And way too noisy (Very loud television - Lobby No. 2's television. It looks like it was set to an incredibly high volume.)!
Franziska:
The surveillance video...? How could a piece of evidence just disappear (Missing evidence - Where did the surveillance tape from Mr. Faraday's bag disappear off to?)? Where did it go?
Connect "Lobby No. 2 window" and "Dissipating the smell"
Leads to:
"(It's simply not possible for the killer to have escaped through barred windows...)"
Edgeworth:
(It's simply not possible for the killer to have escaped through barred windows... ...and yet, the fragrance of the perfume managed to escape from Defendant Lobby No. 1. Of course! Incorporeal things ccan move freely through these open, barred windows (Open windows - The criminal couldn't have made it through, but what about incorporeal things?)!)
Connect "Very loud television" and "Open windows"
Leads to:
"(Now then, what else besides a smell can go both in and out of an open, barred window...?)"
Edgeworth:
(Now then, what else besides a smell can go both in and out of an open, barred window...? The answer... is sound! So, no matter how careful the killer was, if the windows were open, the jig would be up. And since the windows in both Defendant Lobby No. 1 and the hallway were open... ...that explains how the sound of a gunshot could be heard (Gunshot could be heard - Windows were open, so the gunshot could be heard, but where did it originate from?) in both locations!)
Connect "Missing evidence" and "Gunshot could be heard"
Leads to:
"(The missing piece of evidence is a video...)"
Edgeworth:
(The missing piece of evidence is a video... ...that shows the moment in which Mr. Rell killed the Embassy staff member. The sound of the gunshot left quite an impression on me when it was played during the trial. The video should have been returned to Mr. Faraday's evidence bag for the recess... ...and brought back here. If it disappeared after that time... ...then it's possible that the tape is still here in this room. Eureka! The evidence that the missing evidence created for me... ...is the gunshot sound that no one should've been able to hear in the first place!)
Franziska:
Miles... What have you been thinking about? Stop wasting time thinking, and let's start looking again!
Edgeworth:
It's not a waste of time to think, for I have figured out where we should look.
Franziska:
And where would that be!?
Edgeworth:
I believe we should examine... the television!
Badd:
The TV...? ...Well, you kids have fun... Go ahead and examine whatever you like...
Begin Investigation
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Partner
Franziska:
Yes, what is it?
Notice anything?
Franziska:
We've already checked everything in Lobby No. 2, you know!
Edgeworth:
Not quite. There is still one more thing we have yet to thoroughly inspect. Because Detective Badd gave Detective Gumshoe an angry lecture for touching it... ...no one has examined it since.
Franziska:
Are you talking about the television?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. And that is where I believe the last piece of evidence awaits us!
Crime scene oddity (after examining video player)
Franziska:
So the evidence that we thought to be missing was actually at the crime scene.
Edgeworth:
This surveillance video was placed into the video player by someone.
Franziska:
Perhaps it was Mr. Faraday. Maybe he wanted to check something on it.
Edgeworth:
That is very plausible. However, if that were the case, it raises an interesting question.
Franziska:
Oh?
Edgeworth:
I'm sure you remember what happened. When that detective went to turn the television on, it made an incredibly loud sound. If you had simply wanted to check something, would you have set the volume so high?
Franziska:
I suppose not.
Edgeworth:
If you can understand that much, the rest is easy.
Franziska:
Well, don't keep me waiting... Explain this crime scene's biggest contradiction to me, now!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. With pleasure.
Tyrell Badd
Badd:
...Go ahead and do your investigating. Just don't mess up the crime scene... ...You hear me, boy?
TV
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Open window
Edgeworth:
The window is wide open.
Franziska:
The scent of flowers is being blown in from the outside. I think it softens the heavy air in here somewhat.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... Windows in both Lobby No. 1 and No. 2 were opened.
Franziska:
Maybe they were trying to air out the room, just like in Lobby No. 1. Or maybe they sought to ease some of the tension through some fresh air.
Edgeworth:
With Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell in the same room, I imagine the latter to be the case. (But was there really a need to open the window just for that?)
Open window (after examining video player)
Edgeworth:
(Just as with the spilled perfume in Lobby No. 1... ...If the windows were open, that piece of evidence's sound would also dissipate out...! Now, to show what the gunshot detectives Badd and Gumshoe heard was... ...and through where they heard it from!)
Monitor
Edgeworth:
Earlier, when Detective Gumshoe touched this... ...it made a most terrible racket.
Franziska:
You mean when Scruffy turned the television on, right?
Edgeworth:
Actually, come to think of it... ...I don't think Detective Gumshoe actually touched the television at all. Furthermore... ...it seemed more like when a video feed suddenly stops. ...At least, it did to me.
Franziska:
I wonder why that is...?
Video player
Edgeworth:
It's a video player... And there seems to be a video tape inside.
Franziska:
It looks like it. The tape must have stopped on its own when it reached the end.
Edgeworth:
This tape... Could it not be the missing surveillance tape?
Franziska:
...! I suppose, but...!
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd, would it be alright with you if I verified the contents of this video?
Badd:
Sure... Knock yourself out...
Franziska:
Alright, then let's rewind this and see what we have.
Badd:
If I remember correctly... the footage of Rell killing the Embassy staff member... ...should be at about... the 30 minute mark... from the start of the tape...
Edgeworth:
Understood. This should be about right. Now then, let's see...
Franziska:
Nngh... This is...! This is the footage of Mr. Rell shooting the Embassy staff member...!
Edgeworth:
I knew it... The missing piece of evidence, the surveillance video, was here all along!
Surveillance Video data jotted down in my Organizer.
Badd:
...This sound... What's the meaning of this...?
Edgeworth:
(It appears that Detective Badd has figured out the true source of the gunshot he heard!) With this, I think we can figure out the trick behind this double murder!
Franziska:
! Do you mean that you've figured it all out, then?
Edgeworth:
Yes. All I have to do now... ...is show what the gunshot detectives Badd and Gumshoe heard was... ...and through where they heard it from!
Franziska:
.........Nngh! Fine! In that case, show me what you've deduced!
Edgeworth:
(Now, to show what the gunshot detectives Badd and Gumshoe heard was... ...and through where they heard it from! I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Video player (subsequent times)
Franziska:
So someone left this video on play the whole time, huh?
Edgeworth:
I suppose so... Other than the killing, there's hardly a sound on the rest of tape.
Franziska:
Then why did the television make that loud noise when Scruffy got near it?
Edgeworth:
That's probably because the tape had run out and stopped its playback.
Franziska:
...It's not just bad luck, that detective has the worst timing in the world, too.
Edgeworth:
(Someone purposefully left this video on play... The question is "why"...?)
Deduce
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Deduce open window and and present Surveillance Video
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"If the door and windows to the crime scene, namely, this room that we're in, were closed..."
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence... will clear away the last remaining contradiction in this case!
Franziska:
Miles... I believe that piece... ...may actually be proof of a different last of sorts. It proves that today... will be your last day as a prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! (It appears that I've made a mistake... However, I know that the last riddle and its answer lies somewhere within this room! I need to calm down and think it through once more.)
Franziska:
......
Edgeworth:
...I think there should be one.
Franziska:
Do not anger me with a foolish game of semantics, Miles!
Edgeworth:
Gnnnuurk! (Nngh... I'd better look a bit more carefully through my evidence once again...)
Edgeworth:
If the door and windows to the crime scene, namely, this room that we're in, were closed... ...the killer could've used the gun and no one would've been the wiser.
Franziska:
That's true. This courthouse does seem to be well-designed for such a thing, as it were.
Edgeworth:
However, what happened in reality was... ...Detective Gumshoe, Detective Badd, and Ms. Yew... All three of them heard the gunshot.
Franziska:
Well, the windows in Lobby No. 1, No. 2, and the hallway were open... ...so naturally the people in those locations could hear it.
Edgeworth:
Ah, but then, why would the criminal open the window in the first place?
Franziska:
...To allow the gunshot to be heard... I suppose.
Edgeworth:
Correct. That's the only logical conclusion we can draw from this.
Franziska:
But why was that necessary in the first place? I want a real answer, Miles! I demand satisfaction!
Edgeworth:
Very well. I believe that the killer wanted to manipulate our perception of a certain fact. (What was it that the killer wanted to manipulate our perception of?)
Crime scene
Edgeworth:
The killer wanted to manipulate our thoughts regarding the real crime scene.
Franziska:
So you're suggesting... that the killing really took place in a different location?
Edgeworth:
Yes.
Franziska:
In that case, would you care to explain to me how someone... ...was able to carry two adult, male bodies all the way here without anyone noticing? Furthermore, given that the scruff-face was in the hallway the entire time... ...I believe you've just created your own contradiction, Miles.
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, well... (I suppose a mistake is a mistake... However, the whole reason why the killer left the window open... Was it not to mislead us on that particular fact...?)
Leads back to:
"(What was it that the killer wanted to manipulate our perception of?)"
When the crime took place
Leads to:
"The killer wanted to fabricate the time of death to their precise wishes!"
Murder weapon
Edgeworth:
The killer wanted to manipulate our thoughts regarding the murder weapon.
Franziska:
Miles... We already know that the murder weapons... ...are genuine! The forensic scientists have already proven that!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (It would appear that I've made a miscalculation... However, the whole reason why the killer left the window open... Was it not to mislead us on that particular fact...?)
Leads back to:
"(What was it that the killer wanted to manipulate our perception of?)"
Edgeworth:
The killer wanted to fabricate the time of death to their precise wishes! And they used the gunshot in the surveillance video to do so!
Franziska:
! So that's why the tape was left running!
Badd:
You mean... the gunshoe I heard... was from this video!?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Which means that the murders really occurred at an earlier time than we thought!
Badd:
..................!
Edgeworth:
(It must have been during the recess, but before Detective Gumshoe was on guard duty. Someone who has no alibi for that time period... ...and planned this crime out in advance... That person is the real killer...!)
Investigation Complete
Bailiff:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes, what is it?
Bailiff:
Ms. Yew is asking for you. She's in the courtroom. She says that she's identified the murderer, but that she wants to clarify something...
Franziska:
It looks like Ms. Yew is still investigating something.
Edgeworth:
Understood. Please tell her that I will be right over.
Badd:
...I'll come along. I want to hear what she has to say...
Edgeworth:
It would appear that the time has come... to uncover the truth!
To be continued.
September 10, 6:15 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Edgeworth:
Kay... What are you doing here?
Kay:
Oh, hello, mister! I'm still investigating!
Edgeworth:
But the object you're looking for has already...
Hold it!
Badd:
Kay... don't mind him... Please continue with your investigation...
Kay:
OK! You got it!
Edgeworth:
...Detective Badd, haven't we already found what you were looking for?
Kay:
If it means I can keep her in the dark just a little longer... any little task will do.
Franziska:
Oh? You're more sympathetic than I thought.
Badd:
.........Hmph...
Yew:
I've been waiting for you, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
I've also been waiting... for the moment in which we can finally lay this case to rest.
Yew:
...Phwwh! Ahahahahaha! "The moment in which we can finally lay this case to rest"? Wasn't that when we placed Detective Gumshoe under arrest...? Phwwwwwh. I think we've more than solved this case already... Phwwwwhhkkk... Don't you?
Franziska:
We'll see. It all depends on whether or not your logic holds.
Yew:
Oh, I see we even have a viewer in the gallery! And... why, even Mr. Badd is here!
Franziska:
A... A viewer in the gallery!? I'm hardly just a by-stander!
Badd:
...I have a duty... to see this case through to the end... No matter how it turns out...
Yew:
.........Oh? Is that right? Anyway... I thought you might like to hear what I've slaved away to find out. I've taken statements on every single person's movements... ...during the time when our suspect was in the hallway. I also confirmed that there is no possible route of escape from Lobby No. 2. Therefore, the killer must without a doubt be... Detective Gumshoe!
Edgeworth:
And that's all you have?
Yew:
Yeah, that's all there is to my conclusion, and this case!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but I beg to differ. In a trial, there is always time for a rebuttal, and we ARE standing in a court of law. It'd be more than appropriate to follow the rules of court, in this case, don't you think?
Yew:
Phwwh... Ahahahahahaha! How absolutely like a rookie to think such a thing. But alright... I'll play along and give you a proper testimony.
Edgeworth:
(If my logic is correct, then I've already won. All I have to do now is to prove it... by showing who the real killer is!)
-- Ms. Yew's Argument --
Yew:
Everyone, sans the suspect, has an alibi for when the gun went off.
Furthermore, the areas around the crime scene have all been thoroughly investigated, right?
I also confirmed that there is no possible escape route from Lobby No. 2.
Which leaves us with one unshakable conclusion, that Detective Gumshoe is the killer.
Yew:
Phwwwh... Now that you have your testimony. I expect a good rebuttal, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...Hmph, but of course. (There is no need to confront her logic head on right now. I should instead focus on drawing out any trump cards she has up her sleeve.)
Rebuttal
-- Ms. Yew's Argument --
Yew:
Everyone, sans the suspect, has an alibi for when the gun went off.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
The suspect...? But I thought that Detective Gumshoe's alibi has already been proven.
Yew:
Ahahahahahahaha! Are you joking, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I assure you, this is no joke.
Yew:
Look, I know you heard from the judge earlier... ...that the detective was in the hallway with Mr. Faraday's daughter eating a Swiss roll.
Edgeworth:
Yes, that is correct.
Yew:
But see, that was 20 minutes before the real gunshot went off, right? And the problem is, there's no one else who can corroborate what he did since the snacking.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... (I see she's done her research well. Which means that I should focus on drawing whatever trump cards she's withholding.)
Yew:
Furthermore, the areas around the crime scene have all been thoroughly investigated, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Whether they have been thoroughly investigated or not is for me to decide.
Yew:
Phwwwwh... Ahahahahaha! The scrunched eyebrows and lines on your forehead are back! Anyway, even if you believe it hasn't been exhaustive, the crime scene, Lobby No. 2... ...has no way out other than the hallway Detective Gumshoe was standing in. And because he claimed to be there, that makes him the only possible suspect!
Edgeworth:
But isn't it also possible that someone escaped through a window and into the garden?
Yew:
Phwwwwwwwwwwwh! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! That's the first place everyone looked, silly! The police aren't a bunch of lazy bums! They looked into every possibility, you know. Isn't it right, Mr. Badd?
Badd:
.........Yeah. There wasn't a scrap of evidence... to suggest someone used... one of the windows... There also weren't... any footprints or anything... in the courtyard garden...
Edgeworth:
(I suppose they really did check everything that could be relevant to the case.)
Yew:
I also confirmed that there is no possible escape route from Lobby No. 2.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you absolutely positive that there are no possible routes of escape?
Yew:
Of course I'm sure.
Edgeworth:
And why are you so certain?
Yew:
This is a courthouse, the place where criminals are brought to be judged. If there were an escape route, I'm sure every criminal would be using it to escape. It's just common sense! Phwwh,,, Ahahahahahahahaha!
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth! I suggest you use a bit more of it in the future!
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk!
Yew:
Which leaves us with one unshakable conclusion, that Detective Gumshoe is the killer.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You may think it's unshakable, but to me, there are still too many unanswered questions. For example, who was it that placed the gun in Mr. Faraday's hand?
Yew:
Ahahahahahahaha! But you're the only one still wondering that! Detective Gumshoe probably had no idea which hand Mr. Faraday used to write with. Even if you know someone, it doesn't mean you'll know which hand they write with, right? I mean... I certainly don't care about that sort of thing. Ahahahah!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... (I'm not about to let her get a rise out of me with such a flippant statement. Besides with, my first order of business is to press more information out of her!)
Edgeworth:
(There is no need to confront her logic head on right now. I should instead focus on drawing out any trump cards she has up her sleeve.)
(Pressing every statements leads to:)
Edgeworth:
(Hmm... I suppose we've really reached the end now. I already have my trump card ready. All that remains is to play it! But before I do... ...I think I should inquire into a little something about her argument.) You said earlier that you confirmed the alibis of every person other than the suspect. However, I don't recall either Franziska or myself speaking with you about the subject.
Yew:
Ah, but there were witnesses. For you, there is your mentor who gave you an alibi.
Edgeworth:
I see...
Yew:
As for the little missy... Phwwwwh... She came to the courthouse during the recess... ...phwwh... and was stopped by a security guard... at the door to the hallway... She gave him quite a whipping for that, or so I heard.
Franziska:
...! I'm the daughter of Manfred von Karma. And I will not be forcibly stopped by a guard, or a bailiff, or anyone else!
Edgeworth:
(Wait, so basically, the only reason Franziska bothered to show up today... ...was because she found out that I was to be the replacement prosecutor...?) By the way, Ms. Yew... ...what about everyone's alibis before Detective Gumshoe was assigned to guard duty?
Yew:
What about them?
Edgeworth:
Have you looked into what people were doing during that span of time?
Yew:
Phwwwh... What kind of idiot do you take me for? It doesn't matter when the killer went into Lobby No. 2. From the time we heard the gunshot... ...to the time Mr. Badd and I arrived on the scene as we dashed from Lobby No. 1... ...the only person who could've committed the crime was Detective Gumshoe!
Edgeworth:
Yes, let's talk about when you and Detective Badd heard that gunshot, shall we? I suppose that if we go by your logic, then Detective Gumshoe is the only one. However, what if the crime had occurred... ...at an entirely different time than when that gunshot you heard went off? What then?
Yew:
...!
Edgeworth:
That gunshot was a trap meant to manipulate our perception of when the crime took place
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
Sadly, your explanation is very lacking, Edgeworth. The gunshot we heard in Lobby No. 1... Care to explain how that could've been fabricated?
Present Surveillance Video
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"That tape...!?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
It was fabricared through this, of course.
Yew:
Phwwwwh! Ahahahahaha! It's a joke, I get it! Your deadpan delivery is great! Of course, if you're actually serious... well, that's less of a laughing matter.
Edgeworth:
Argh! (Alright, so I was mistaken! The gunshot they heard in Lobby No. 1... What was it that they mixed it up with...? All I have to do is present that piece of evidence!)
Leads back to:
"The gunshot we heard in Lobby No. 1... Care to explain how that could've been fabricated?"
Yew:
That tape...!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it's exactly what you think it is. This is the surveillance tape of Mr. Rell the prosecution presented in today's trial. This was found loaded in the video player in Lobby No. 2... ...that was connected to the large television that had its volume turned all the way up.
Yew:
You can't honestly mean that the sound we heard was the gunshot in the video...
Edgeworth:
Ah, but I do. Which leads me to my next point. The murders occurred much earlier than when anyone heard the "gunshot"!
Yew:
...!
Badd:
...That's the only thing I can think of, too...
Edgeworth:
After committing double homicide... ...the killer took the surveillance video out from Mr. Faraday's evidence bag... ...turned the television's volume all the way up, and left the video to play. If played from the beginning, it would take 30 minutes for the gunshot sound to come on. And since we now know that this method of time manipulation is possible... ...it opens up the possibility that the killer is someone other than Detective Gumshoe!
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
Sounds from a television doesn't amount to much here. But of course, Mr. Prosecutor Edgeworth, and Little Miss von Karma... ...already knew that much from the very beginning, right?
Franziska:
O-Of course we knew! Didn't we, Miles!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, of course. We know about the soundproof quality of this courthouse's rooms. (Of course, I'm not about to admit we had no idea until only a little while ago...)
Yew:
That's right, and if the rooms are soundproof, then we should not have been able to hear it. And yet, we heard the gunshot clear as day!
Edgeworth:
.........And?
Yew:
A-And!? Th-That's it, end of story!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... But it's not.
Yew:
!
Edgeworth:
(How should I explain why she was able to hear a gunshot from a soundproof room?)
The door was open.
Edgeworth:
The door to Lobby No. 1 was open!
Yew:
Phwwh! Phww......... Ahahahahahahahaha! You... You really... phwwwh... love to make me laugh, don't you? Sorry, but the door to Lobby No. 1 were Mr. Badd and I were was closed tight. Isn't that right, Mr. Badd?
Badd:
...Yeah.
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? (I was mistaken...?)
Franziska:
Miles Edgeworth... you have sullied the name of Von Karma. That logic just now... ...was unforgively bad!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (I need to carefully think this through once more... There is a reason as to why they were able to hear it so clearly. Now then...)
Leads back to:
"(How should I explain why she was able to hear a gunshot from a soundproof room?)"
The window was open.
Leads to:
"There is, actually, one common point between Lobby No. 1 and Lobby No. 2."
There was a hole in the wall.
Edgeworth:
There was a hole in the wall!
Franziska:
Miles, I don't think that such a hole exists. Because if it did, I think the two of them would've noticed the crime going on next door!
Yew:
Ahahahahahahaha! That's exactly right! Besides, if there's a hole to be found, it's probably in your logic.
Franziska:
Hmph... I was just thinking the exact same thing.
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! (Whose side are you on, Franziska!? I need to carefully think this through once more... There is a reason as to why they were able to hear it so clearly. Now then...)
Leads back to:
"(How should I explain why she was able to hear a gunshot from a soundproof room?)"
Edgeworth:
There is, actually, one common point between Lobby No. 1 and Lobby No. 2. And it is that despite the fact that both rooms have air conditioners installed... ...a window was open in each!
Yew:
...!
Edgeworth:
Now, we know that the window in Lobby No. 2 was opened by the killer... ...however, a window in Lobby No. 1 was also opened.
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
Ahaha! It's probably just coincidence that they were both open at the time.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It was no mere coincidence, I assure you. (Why was the window opened in Lobby No. 1? The answer is that a certain person did something to cause the window to be opened. And the person who triggered that action... that person is the real guilty party! The real killer in this double murder is...!)
Present Calisto Yew profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Calisto Yew!"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This person... is the real culprit behind this case!
Franziska:
What sort of nonsense...!? Be serious here, Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! (That must not be the correct person... I must carefully think this through once more.)
Leads back to:
"(Why was the window opened in Lobby No. 1?)"
Edgeworth:
Ms. Calisto Yew! I hereby formally indict you of the murder of Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell!
Badd:
...!
Franziska:
What!?
Yew:
Y... You indict... me!?
Franziska:
Are you serious, Miles!? Why do you think she is the killer...!?
Edgeworth:
I don't understand her motive just yet... ...but of course I'm serious. Because she is the only one who could've done it. Well, Ms. Yew. Do you still feel like laughing now?
Yew:
Ha, hahaha... Of course I do, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
! (My argument must not be tight enough yet...)
Yew:
Although, I never thought things would spiral into this. But I'll have you know I'm enjoying this dance... quite a bit! I guess this means it's time for my own rebuttal now, right?
-- Ms. Yew's Rebuttal --
Yew:
You argue that the window was opened, however, do you have any proof it was I who did that?
Furthermore, do you have proof that the tape was used in committing the crime?
Frankly, I'm shocked at you for going around accusing people of murder like this.
Especially with logic as full of holes as yours!
Franziska:
It sounds like the exact same story he told us before...
Edgeworth:
(This is were it really starts. I mustn't let my guard down for even a second, or the truth will blow away. Now is the time to put the patented Von Karma "perfect proof" to the test!)
Rebuttal
-- Ms. Yew's Rebuttal --
Yew:
You argue that the window was opened, however, do you have any proof it was I who did that?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Evidence? All I'd need to do is have some prints analyzed and we'd know straight way!
Yew:
Hmph... Be my guest.
Edgeworth:
(She sounds as though she has the room to maneuver... which means... even if we were able to lift prints, they'd only show that it was someone else, but... ...why that someone else was forced to open the window... hmph, that's simple logic. Why don't I try presenting that piece of evidence? I have nothing to lose.)
Yew:
Phwwwwwh, what's wrong? The scrunched eyebrows, lines on your forehead, they're all back! More importantly, are you going to be OK not running a fingerprint analysis?
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'll be fine.
Yew:
Oh! Well, in that case, I'll just continue with my testimony, alright?
Present Ms. Yew's Perfume
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'm sure you've seen this before, haven't you, Ms. Yew?"
Yew:
Furthermore, do you have proof that the tape was used in committing the crime?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I thought I just proved that it was.
Yew:
Sure you proved that the tape was there at scene of the crime... ...however, that doesn't prove that it was actually used in said crime.
Edgeworth:
...Unfortunately for you, Ms. Yew... ...the fact that the tape was there at the crime scene is in itself very important.
Yew:
How so?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... By the very existence of that tape at the crime scene... ...it proves the possibility that the "when" of the crime could have been fabricated. And that possibility alone renders all alibis and witness reports irrelevant. Basically, it means that we will need to re-examine every person's movements again!
Yew:
.........
Edgeworth:
Whether the tape was used in the crime or not, that we can re-evaluate afterwards.
Yew:
Knnrh...! So in conclusion, you're admitting that you can't prove that it was at this point!
Yew:
Frankly, I'm shocked at you for going around accusing people of murder like this.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Even is you're shocked, that is of no concern to me. I do things my own way.
Yew:
Oh...?
Franziska:
I see that you're not laughing, for a change.
Yew:
...Because I'm shocked.
Edgeworth:
Again, you being shocked is of no concern to me. Let us continue with the testimony!
Yew:
Ahah! Alright, but let me say just one thing. You shouldn't go around accusing people.
Yew:
Especially with logic as full of holes as yours!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Full of holes...? Hmph... Well, I suppose it might be.
Yew:
Oh? Admitting to your faults now, are we?
Edgeworth:
"At this point in time", is what I meant to say.
Yew:
Should I take that to mean that you're just a sore loser? Ahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
No matter how full of holes my logic may be right now, if I plug them one at a time... ...I will ultimately make my way to the truth.
Yew:
What a paradox! Take care to not fall into one of those holes before you fill it up. Ahahahahahahahahahaha!
Franziska:
Miles, you remember, don't you? About why a window in Lobby No. 1 was opened?
Edgeworth:
Yes, of course I do. (And that's how I'll attack! I'll present the reason why the window had to be opened!)
Edgeworth:
I'm sure you've seen this before, haven't you, Ms. Yew?
Yew:
Ahah! Edgeworth! I never knew you were into wearing that kind of perfume! It's not exactly what I'D recommend for boys, you know?
Edgeworth:
Wh--!? Th-This isn't mine!
Franziska:
That's right, it's mine. And I received it from Detective Badd, you see.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew, you can pretend all you like, but we know at least this much for sure! That this bottle of perfume was given to Detective Badd by you!
Yew:
Kphwwh... Ahahahahahaha! Because it gets really strong, really fast! So? What about the perfume?
Edgeworth:
While you were in Lobby No. 1, you made a big show of spilling some of this perfume. That's according to Detective Badd.
Badd:
.........
Yew:
...Phwwwwh. Oh, I know.
Edgeworth:
You also knew that if you spilled it, he would naturally move to open a window!
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
Come now, I've already told you that's all just a big coincidence. After we opened the window in Lobby No. 1, I just left it open, you know? So maybe it was just dumb luck that we heard the gunshot through the window!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The timing of when you were going to spill the perfume is something you could control. And the most important fact about this case is when people were made to hear the shot. Furthermore, it would've been pointless if you didn't have an alibi for yourself at the time!
Badd:
! You mean...?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew, you were the one who called Detective Badd into Lobby No. 1... ...when you saw him bring Detective Gumshoe into the hallway. Is that correct?
Yew:
.........
Edgeworth:
All of today's premeditated events could only have been thought up by you, Ms. Yew!
Yew:
...Grr! ...Ha, hahaha. You accuse me of murder on the fact that I spilled a little perfume. Well, allow me to say this much. I couldn't have killed Mr. Faraday.
Edgeworth:
Would you care to testify as to why?
Yew:
Hahahahaha... Look, I've had a lot of fun today, really. ...But I grow weary of this game of cat and mouse. Let's make this the last testimony, and wrap up this absurd case once and for all!
-- Why It Couldn't Be Me --
Yew:
Accusing someone of murder over a spilled bottle of perfume is a bit over the top.
But I suppose forgery of evidence is to be expected of a disciple of Von Karma.
In any case, it simply could not have been me who killed Mr. Faraday.
After all, I don't even know where the knife that was used to kill him came from.
Franziska:
Miles, her testimony... is flawless.
Edgeworth:
...Yes, but no matter what sort of trick she may try to pull, she won't escape me! (And if I'm lacking in information, I'll just draw it out of her!)
Rebuttal
-- Why It Couldn't Be Me --
Yew:
Accusing someone of murder over a spilled bottle of perfume is a bit over the top.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I think I already explained the significance of that earlier.
Yew:
You only confirmed that I did spilled some perfume. But that's all. That you would accuse me of murder based on a simple spill... Don't you dare complain when I sue you for defamation of character! Ahahaha!
Edgeworth:
Do as you like... but as for me, I believe.
Yew:
You "believe"?
Edgeworth:
I believe... that you are the true culprit in this case!
Yew:
Phwwwwwwwwh... My, you're enthusiastic! Of course, I should've guessed...
Yew:
But I suppose forgery of evidence is to be expected of a disciple of Von Karma.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I formally request that you desist in your attack against my mentor!
Franziska:
Yes! Or we'll sue you for defamation!
Yew:
Ahah! All I'm doing is telling the truth. Well, maybe more like spreading gossip. Although, your adamant denials are, shall we say, just adding fuel to the fire.
Edgeworth:
How dare you...!?
Franziska:
...Say such a thing!?
Badd:
...Calm down, little girl...! Don't let her... get to you...
Franziska:
.........Nnrgh!
Yew:
Aww, wy did you have to ruin my fun...? Phwwwwwwwh... Well, shall I continue?
Yew:
In any case, it simply could not have been me who killed Mr. Faraday.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And why exactly could you not have killed him?
Yew:
Ahah! I was just about to testify to that. ...You're such an impatient man... Phwwwh... I'm not really into that, you know, Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Arngh! Your preferences have no bearing on what is at hand!
Yew:
Ahahaha! Feeling a little uncomfortable, are we?
Edgeworth:
Grrrrrrnngh!
Franziska:
Objection!
Franziska:
Ms. Yew! You will desist in this tomfoolery and return to your testimony! And Miles! If you're going to lose your coolm then I won't show you any mercy.
Edgeworth:
Ahem... Sorry. Ms. Yew, please continue with your testimony.
Yew:
..................Sure. As I was saying, I couldn't have possibly killed Mr. Faraday.
Yew:
After all, I don't even know where the knife that was used to kill him came from.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
(At this rate, she will inevitable escape! But if she really was the one who killed Mr. Faraday... ...then she must have known about the existence of the knife!) I'm sorry, Ms. Yew. Maybe you weren't aware... ...however, the knife that was used to kill Mr. Faraday was taken from his evidence bag.
Franziska:
! Miles... What do you think you're doing...!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I'm drawing the truth out of her, that's what I'm doing.
Yew:
Huh? But I don't recall a knife being presented at the trial earlier today.
Edgeworth:
Well, I suppose that's because the evidence was something Mr. Faraday had yet to use.
Yew:
.........Ahahahahahahahaha! Ah! So that's what you're trying to do! Look, why don't you cut it out with the lies. I've already figured you out. There was no knife inside Mr. Faraday's evidence bag. The only evidence he had yet to present was the key to the Yatagarasu had sent. And unless a key can magically turn into a knife, you really don't have a leg to stand on.
Edgeworth:
!
Yew:
...Phwwwwh... Did you really think you could trap me? Come now, be honest.
Edgeworth:
Heh, I never intended to do such a thing. It was all a misunderstanding on my part. In any case, I wonder if you might append what you just said to your testimony?
Yew:
Sure... Why not? II'll even say it as many times as you'd like.
Add statement:
"There was a key in his evidence bag, but you can't kill anyone with a simple key!"
Yew:
There was a key in his evidence bag, but you can't kill anyone with a simple key!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew, I would just like to confirm something with you one more time.
Yew:
Oh? About what's going to happen to Detective Gumshoe after this?
Edgeworth:
I don't need to ask you about that... because he isn't the killer!
Yew:
Phwwh! Looks like the number of wrinkles on your forehead have increased yet again! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Edgeworth:
.........That issue aside, Ms. Yew, I'd like to ask you about what was inside the bag. You are sure it was the Yatagarasu's Key, correct?
Yew:
Phwwwh... Yes, I'm sure. Which is why I'm completely baffled as to where that knife could've come from.
Edgeworth:
(...I think I've just spotted the road to a perfect victory.)
Present Knife or Yatagarasu's Key
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Yew, I wonder if you might take a look at this photo for me?"
Before adding 6th statement
Franziska:
Miles, her testimony... is flawless.
Edgeworth:
...Yes, but no matter what sort of trick she may try to pull, she won't escape me! (And if I'm lacking in information, I'll just draw it out of her!)
After adding 6th statement
Edgeworth:
Finally, it would appear that you have revealed your true identity, Ms. Yew...!
Franziska:
Miles... her final statement...!
Edgeworth:
Yes, I know. All I have to do now is to present the evidence! (But what is this... ominous feeling that I can't shake...?)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew, I wonder if you might take a look at this photo for me? This is a picture of the key the Yatagarasu sent to the police. However, while it may look like a key at first glance... ...it, in fact, has the secret ability to transform into a knife. Which means that what was inside Mr. Faraday's bag... ...was both the Yatagarasu's Key and the murderous knife! You knew that the key was inside Mr. Faraday's bag, did you not?
Yew:
.........Yes.
Edgeworth:
Well, with the Yatagarasu's Key alone, it's more than possible to kill Mr. Faraday!
Yew:
...Gnnrk!
Edgeworth:
Do you understand now? Just knowing of the existence of the Yatagarasu's Key...
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
I still haven't had a good look at it. Showing it to me from that far away -- you could be lying for all I know!
Edgeworth:
You would, even now, still feign ignorance!?
Yew:
Ahah! I'm not feigning anything! Buy we can't have you accusing me of a crime with false evidence, now can we? I mean, Mr. von Karma... I've heard some very... interesting rumors about him.
Franziska:
Arngh! Are you mocking my papa!?
Edgeworth:
Don't you dare sully the good name of my mentor! Now take a good look! This piece of evidence is more than real.
Yew:
...Wow, who knew there was such a trick to this thing?
Edgeworth:
Are you satisfied now? But, of course, you knew from the very beginning, didn't you? You knew that the knife and the Yatagarasu's Key are one and the same! Otherwise, someone like you, who isn't a member of law enforcement, and who... ...would never have been privy to this trick, would have never known about it to begin with!
Yew:
.........!
Edgeworth:
Furthermore, the something that the Yatagarasu sent to the police... How did you have knowledge as to what it was?
Yew:
Phwwh... Phwwwwwh... Actually, I heard it from Mr. Faraday. Just before he dragged Mr. Rell off, he told me. Oh, that's right! I almost forgot! He also told me about the key turning into a knife at that time. But he didn't tell me about how the key actually transforms...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What you are saying is simply not possible.
Yew:
! Oh? And why not?
Edgeworth:
Because Mr. Faraday himself didn't know about the hidden knife within the key! For within these pages, he mentions nothing about a knife!
Yew:
Objection!
Yew:
Phwwwwh... I'm not sure he would've written everything in his organizer, you know? Wouldn't something of this importance be better left to oral communication?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, that is also impossible. Because Detective Badd didn't know about the knife aspect either!
Yew:
...Tchhhh!
Edgeworth:
What would've been highly classified information, even with the police force... ...and is something that even the lead detective on the case didn't know... Why would Mr. Faraday have felt the need to share such information with the opposition?
Yew:
Kphwwwh... Ahahahahaha! Yeah, I guess he wouldn't have much of a reason to... Phwwwwh. Looks like I gave a pretty lame excuse, huh... Phwwwwh.
Edgeworth:
How can you laugh at a time like this...!?
Franziska:
She probably just realized the flaw in her logic, and is actually in a panic over it. But that's not something we need to concern ourselves with.
Edgeworth:
Hmm......... I suppose you're right. Ms. Yew. I'd like to state that I also know how you know the real nature of the knife.
Yew:
Heh heh heh... Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Do you know? Well why don't you put your money where your mouth is and show me?
Edgeworth:
Oh, I will, and I'll wipe that smile off your face by the time we're through! (This is it, the moment of truth. The secret behind the Yatagarasu's Key... Only one person would have had knowledge of it from the get-go!) Who would know from the start that the Yatagarasu's Key could change into a knife?
Present Yatagarasu profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There is only one person who would've known about the dual nature of the key."
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
That would be this person!
Yew:
...Phwwh. Phwwwwwwwwwwwh. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ...Ahem. Thanks for the best laugh I've had all day. Now are we ready to call it a day yet?
Edgeworth:
W-Wait a second! (I was mistaken...?)
Leads back to:
"(This is it, the moment of truth. The secret behind the Yatagarasu's Key...)"
Edgeworth:
There is only one person who would've known about the dual nature of the key.
Yew:
...Ahah. And that is?
Edgeworth:
And that is, the person who sent the Yatagarasu's Key to the police...! That is to say, the Yatagarasu herself!
Yew:
..................
Franziska:
Are you saying that this lawyer is the Great Thief Yatagarasu...?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Yew. You used Mr. Rell to lure Mr. Faraday into a trap, didn't you? You, who profess to bear a grudge against criminals, why!? Why do something like this!?
Yew:
........................Phwwh!
Edgeworth:
.........?
Yew:
Hee... Hee hee hee... hee hee... hee hee....... hee hee hee hee hee! ...Ahah! Ahahaha! Ahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......... .........Who would've thought... that you.................. ...a stupid rookie prosecutor... would see through me...? You're sending the biggest chill down my spine right now, Edgeworth! This feeling of thrill... it's even greater than when I sneak into someplace...
Badd:
Yew! ...You...! You killed Faraday...!? Why...? Answer me! Calisto Yew!
Yew:
.........Ahah! Calisto Yew... huh... That's not my real name. Becuase my real identity is, yes... the Great Thief Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
...!
Yew:
Let me tell you something, Edgeworth. Mr. Faraday... was one difficult man to deal with. For you see... he had discovered my true identity. Which is why I had to erase him from the world of law. I made Rell an offer: an acquittal for a little favoe in return. All he had to do was accuse Mr. Faraday of being the Yatagarasu in court. But once we entered the recess, Rell was dragged off by Mr. Faraday... ...which threw my plan into a complete mess. I chased after them, and eavesdropped on them through a crack in the door. That Rell caves to only two things, money and authority, just as all thugs do. I feared my plan was going to be ruined if Mr. Faraday held onto Rell any longer. Plus, if I had let them continue on the way they were, I would've been found out. That's why I had no choice... I had to kill them both!
Edgeworth:
But didn't you say that you despised criminals!?
Yew:
...Phwwh. But do I really...?
Badd:
You...! Have you forgotten... about the KG-8 Incident, too...!?
Yew:
.........Maybe.
Franziska:
What sort of woman would--!?
Edgeworth:
So then, was it your plan to kill Mr. Faraday with the very "evidence" that you sent!?
Yew:
Ha ha... Well, I had a good idea of what Mr. Faraday was going to do. I anticipated that Mr. Faraday was going to prove that Rell wasn't Yatagarasu... ...by using this Yatagarasu's Key as evidence, and that he would bring it with him. Which is why I thought to use the knife portion. With a weapon as well-disguised as this, no one would be the wiser... Because who in their right mind would think something like this could be a weapon? I casually entered Lobby No. 2 on the pretext that I had to talk with Mr. Faraday. And in order to get in with him, I pretended to be worried about something. He then let me hold the Yatagarasu's Key, just like that. He never noticed that I had changed the key into a knife inside that plastic bag... ...and he didn't have the chance to take note of the knife that took his life.
Badd:
...! How could you kill him......!?
Yew:
I knew him for a long time, you know? At the very least, I thought to give him a quick and painless death.
Edgeworth:
But if you killed Mr. Faraday first, there was no need for you to kill Mr. Rell as well!
Yew:
I believe I mentioned why when we were placing Detective Gumshoe under arrest. Something about "having accidentally created an eye-witness"...? And how that led the killer to think about setting them up as though they'd killed each other.
Edgeworth:
...! Then the trick with the surveillance tape...!
Yew:
Yes... I hadn't actually planned to use a gun. The risk was too high that I'd be caught. However, that's when I remembered the existence of that surveillance tape. Which is why I had Rell help me set up the crime scene... ...and after all was said and done, I rewarded him for all his hard work with a bullet.
Edgeworth:
You! You're a defense attorney, aren't you!? How could you... How could you betray a client!?
Yew:
Ahahahaha! Client? If you want to talk about who was a client of whose first, it was me.
Edgeworth:
?
Yew:
I was the client in the murder of the Cohdopian Embassy staff member, Deid Mann!
Badd:
Y.........! You... ordered a hit job!?
Yew:
Ha ha ha... You still haven't figured it out, Mr. Badd? I had Deid Mann killed because he was about to give away info about the smuggling ring. Now , who exactly do you think would benefit from such an assassination?
Badd:
I-It can't be.........! Yew... You're...!
Yew:
That's right... I'm a member of the smuggling ring.
Badd:
Wh--!?
Edgeworth:
How could this...!?
Badd:
You don't mean... you're working with Manny Coachen, too, do you?
Yew:
Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Ahah! Maybe, maybe not. Guess you'll never know.
Franziska:
The Yatagarasu claims to be noble, but you're just another cold-blooded murderer!
Yew:
Ahah! Ahahahahahahaha! That's right, little girl. The Yatagarasu is just another killer!
Badd:
Be quiet! Yew...!
Edgeworth:
Yatagarasu! You can run from the law, but you'll never escape it.
Yew:
............
Edgeworth:
So just humbly accept the judgement of this court!
Yew:
.................. Ha ha ha... Hey, Edgeworth. Did you know? The Yatagarasu has three legs. Do you know why that is?
Edgeworth:
...?
Yew:
Ha ha! No? Well, let me tell you. It means that the Yatagarasu has more than one razor-sharp way to do her work.
Edgeworth:
...!
Yew:
You really are too naïve, Edgeworth. You even handed the Yatagarasu's Key right to me without a second thought. Everything may not have gone according to plan, but I'll still gladly take it!
Edgeworth:
Nngh...! You mean...!? The key was your real target!?
Yew:
*sigh* ...And even after I gave you such great advice... Didn't I tell you to "always keep a good eye on a criminal"......... ...or you may regret what comes of your negligence!
Badd:
You two! Get down!
Franziska:
Eek...! Aaaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! (My body... I can't move...!)
Kay:
Hey mister! To your right!
Edgeworth:
!
Badd:
Yeeeeeew!
Edgeworth:
Are you alright, Franziska!?
Franziska:
.........! I-I'm perfectly fine, Miles.
Edgeworth:
(Her voice is shaking... But it looks like she's unharmed.) Hm...? Where did Kay go? ! That's a gunshot...!
September 10, 7:00 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 3
Badd:
...Sorry, but it looks like she got away. I called the precinct... They should have a perimeter set up soon...
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd! Are you alright!? I heard a gunshot...
Badd:
I'm OK... Just got... another hole in my jacket...
Edgeworth:
(He may say he's fine, but he looks quite shaken...)
Badd:
But more importantly, boy... I mean, Mr. Edgeworth, Ms. von Karma... ...are you two hurt?
Franziska:
! I... I'm absolutely fine!
Edgeworth:
I'm also alright... thanks to Kay.
Badd:
! Speaking of Kay... where is she?
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I don't know. She just sort of... disappeared.
Badd:
Hmm... I'll go look for her... Oh, and... hey, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir! Detective Badd, sir!
Badd:
...I'm sorry I doubted you...
Gumshoe:
Don't worry, sir! It's not your fault! I... Well, I lied to you guys too, after all!
Badd:
I heard about what happened... from Kay... Lying while giving testimony is still unforgivable... ...but in this case... you were protecting Kay and her feelings. Looks like you just might have what it takes to be a real detective.
Gumshoe:
!
Badd:
Now, don't you ever lose that detective's spirit, OK!?
Gumshoe:
Y-You got it, pops!
Franziska:
"Pops"...? Watched one too many detective dramas recently, have we?
Edgeworth:
(Way to single-handedly destroy the cheery atmosphere with one snarky comment.)
Badd:
...I should get back to the investigation. I swear... I'll catch Yew if it's the last thing I do...!
Edgeworth:
...Be careful, Detective Badd, and take care.
Badd:
Thanks. Well, I'm off... Maybe we'll run into each other again someday.
Gumshoe:
Umm... So, uh... Thanks a bunch, pal! You're the best! You really did find out the truth behind everything!
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... I'm glad we solved everything before you were taken to prison.
Judge:
I can't believe how much trouble I caused you with my testimony, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Ah, it was no problem, really! Ha ha ha! I mean, I lied, too, so I didn't help anything! It's really not your fault, Your Honor!
Franziska:
Well, even if we didn't have His Honor's testimony... ...I think that lawyer would've found another way to get you convicted on her behalf.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... I can't believe I was about to get fired during my first week as a detective!
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Well, so long as you're not fired... ...you should work hard, give all that you have, and perform your duties well. ...Oh, and one more thing. Kay left a present for you with me.
Gumshoe:
She did? Ooh! What is it?
Edgeworth:
(What was it that Kay left for me -- the proof of their friendship...?)
Present Swiss Roll
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
It's...! It's a Courthouse Special Swiss Roll! C-Can I really have it?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it's a present meant for you, after all.
Gumshoe:
Thanks a bunch! You have no idea how happy this makes me, pal! I'm gonna eat this right now!
Edgeworth:
Sure, go ahead. (The Swiss rolls Detective Gumshoe and Kay bought together... While the one Kay saved never reached her father... ...it would appear that her sentiments have touched the heart of this detective.)
Franziska:
He's so happy, it's as though he's having a welcome back celebration of his own.
Edgeworth:
Well, I was asked by Kay to give it to him.
Gumshoe:
Whoooop! That was good, pal! I can't believe I got to eat two of these delicious things in one day! It's like I'm in Swiss roll paradise or something! I've gotta thank Kay myself... Hey, wait... Where is she?
Leads to:
"(He only noticed just now...? Was his mind not present when we discussed her earlier...!?)"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
? I'm not sure what this is supposed to be, but are you sure it's OK for me to take it?
Edgeworth:
W-Wait, that's not what I meant to give you! Please return it at once!
Franziska:
Miles... You're really not that bright, are you?
Edgeworth:
Gnnnrk! (Argh, I made a simple mistake, Franziska...!)
Gumshoe:
Aww, it's OK. It's the thought that counts, anyway! Hey, speaking of Kay, where'd he go, pal?
Leads to:
"(He only noticed just now...? Was his mind not present when we discussed her earlier...!?)"
Edgeworth:
(He only noticed just now...? Was his mind not present when we discussed her earlier...!?) Detective Badd left to go search for her earlier. Maybe you should go join him.
Gumshoe:
Yeah! You betcha, pal! I'm gonna go help him! Oh! But first...! You know what, pal...? Actually, I guess I shouldn't be so rude to you anymore, huh? I'm gonna stick right by your side from now on, Mr. Edgeworth, sir!
Edgeworth:
.................. (I sense nothing but a most troublesome relationship from that ominous statement.)
Franziska:
We should go home too, Miles. We have to hurry and report what has happened to Papa!
Edgeworth:
Agreed. Well, I'm afraid we must be going now, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Roger, sir! And don't you worry! I'll investigate the next case we're on real well!
Edgeworth:
I'll, um... be counting on you. (The scent of trouble is definitely in the air...)
Edgeworth:
Thus, like a bad dream, my first outing at court came to a disturbing end. A few months later... ...I was finally able to properly stand in court as a prosecutor... ...but the detective in charge of the investigation was, as I dreaded, Detective Gumshoe. After that, he became my direct subordinate... I have tried, but words fail to describe the immeasurable suffering he has caused me. But I suppose that's just how things are. As for the little girl who suddenly disappeared... She's now..................
Edgeworth:
..................
Kay:
So? Do you remember now?
Edgeworth:
Yes... I remember everything. Kay... It's been a while.
Gumshoe:
Kay! You sure grew up a lot!
Kay:
Of course! But thank goodness! I thought you two had totally forgotten about me!
Gumshoe:
You know, I was really worried about you after all that! Where have you been all this time?
Kay:
Eheheh! Gummy, I didn't know you cared! After my father died, I went to go live with my mother's relatives. They lived really far away, so I wasn't really able to come back here all that much.
Gumshoe:
Oh, is that what happened...? Well, I'm just glad you're alright!
Kay:
Eheheh! So, does it all make sense now?
Gumshoe:
You betcha it does!
Kay:
Oh, you know what? I was going through my father's bookshelves recently, and...
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Actually, there are still a number of things that don't make sense, Kay.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
First of all, why did you come all this way to see me? And second... Why are you calling yourself the Yatagarasu? The Yatagarasu is Calisto Yew... the woman who killed your father.
Kay:
No, you're wrong. The real Yatagarasu... was my father!
Edgeworth:
...?
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Faraday was the Yatagarasu...?
Kay:
Like I said, I was going through my father's bookshelf recently... ...and I found a secret diary hidden among his books. "I have no regrets in choosing to walk the path of the Yatagarasu." That was written in his diary, and that's how I know for sure!
Edgeworth:
.........But that's... That's impossible!
Kay:
What's with that look? You don't believe me?
Edgeworth:
It wasn't just the expression on my face, I clearly said it was impossible just now.
Kay:
Alright, then. How do you explain this?
Edgeworth:
...It's a way of disarming any security system of the user's choosing...!?
Kay:
Yup! That's Little Thief! Truth be told, this is the Yatagarasu's greatest secret. And this little gizmo was used by my father!
Gumshoe:
Wooooow! Mr. Faraday wasn't just a great prosecutor, he was really a great thief, huh!?
Kay:
Yeah, my father worked really hard to steal the truth! But he was killed... and the Yatagarasu was no more. ...But despite that, the Yatagarasu has been spotted again recently!
Edgeworth:
Someone other than you!?
Kay:
Here, Mr. Edgeworth... Take a look at this article.
Edgeworth:
...! The Yatagarasu sent the Embassy... a calling card?
Kay:
Yeah, meaning this person's a fake! I'm almost certain... that Calisto Yew lady is behind this. Because the real Yatagarasu would never send something like a gaudy card out!
Edgeworth:
But the Yatagarasu did send a white card along with anything to be publicized. (...That's what Detective Badd told me seven years ago, if memory serves.)
Kay:
Well, as soon as I heard the news, I got all wound up, and I knew I couldn't just let it go. So I searched you out... so that I could obtain the truth behind the Yatagarasu. Because if anyone can help me find it, I figured it's you, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that I have your father's and Ms. Yew's identities backwards?
Kay:
Yes, because the real Yatagarasu is noble to the end! And I want to revive the real, noble Yatagarasu! If I don't... my father will never be able to rest in peace.
Edgeworth:
Kay...
Gumshoe:
Kay... you're so honorable! I don't care what anyone else thinks, I'll always be here to cheer you on, pal!
Edgeworth:
...Even if you are honorable, a thief is a thief. And if you are plotting to commit a crime, then I'm afraid I can't be complicit.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth... Oonngh... You guys are not making it easy for me! Who am I supposed to support now!?
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... What I want from you is not to steal something. What I want is the arrest of that evil woman.
Edgeworth:
That evil woman... You mean Calisto Yew?
Kay:
I think it's too hard for me to catch her all by myself. But I thought that since you were able to expose her for who she is, then maybe... Please, Mr. Edgeworth! Won't you help me!?
Edgeworth:
.................. Come to think of it, I do believe I owe you.
Kay:
Huh...? Owe me for what?
Edgeworth:
When Ms. Yew made her escape, it was you who saved my life. Furthermore, you helped me with the investigation today. I am not so rude as to leave favors un-repaid.
Kay:
Th-Then you mean!?
Edgeworth:
Yes... That case has been weighing down my soul ever since that fateful day. Perhaps the time has come to settle things once and for all. If you don't intend to sully your hands in a crime... then I believe I can help you.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Thank you!
Gumshoe:
Yay, Mr. Edgeworth, siiiiiiir! Isn't that great, Kay!?
Kay:
Yeah, it sure is, Gummy!
Edgeworth:
(Even though he had completely forgotten about her until just now... Arngh... What is with their chummy relationship...!?)
Edgeworth:
The Great Thief Yatagarasu... After all that time, the true identity of the thief sank back into the darkness. Byrne Faraday, Calisto Yew... and Kay Faraday. The phantasmagorically changing identity of the Great Thief Yatagarasu... ...and the Yatagarasu's real goal... It would all come to light the day after I made that promise to Kay.
THE END
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Tyrell Badd)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence stands in contradiction to what you just said, Detective Badd!
Badd:
...No, it doesn't.
Edgeworth:
I-Is that so?
Badd:
.........
Franziska:
I can't find a contradiction either, Miles.
Edgeworth:
Gnnrk! (Curses! Then I must be mistaken.)
Badd:
...Go wash the sleep out of your tired eyes and try again.
Edgeworth:
(I need to look carefully at all the evidence again, and find a contradiction, now!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Tyrell Badd)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I would like to show the contradiction in your statement... with this.
Badd:
...And how will you do that? Because I can't see how you can.
Franziska:
Would you care to explain how you plan to do so in a way that I can comprehend?
Edgeworth:
Yes, well...
Badd:
......
Franziska:
......
Edgeworth:
..................
Franziska:
...If what you're doing right now is thinking up a way to explain it... ...then that means it was simply a guess all along, wasn't it, Miles?
Edgeworth:
Argnk! (Sh-She saw right through me! I can't keep this up. I will wind up losing the truth if I continue this tactic...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Tyrell Badd)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Detective Badd! That statement... is in clear contradiction with this!
Badd:
...Boy, I don't see a contradiction anywhere. ...Now, if you disrupt the investigation any more... You get the picture?
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, sir! (It would appear that I was wrong... Nngh! I must think things through again, but this time, calmly and rationally!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Calisto Yew)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence stands in contradiction to your statement just now!
Yew:
There's no contradiction here. Too bad, huh, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Arnnnnnnnnnnnngh...! (She took the wind out of my sails with a single sentence! But I must keep my composure. I can't allow her to gain the upper hand...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Calisto Yew)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your statement... ...is nothing before this perfect piece of evidence!
Yew:
I don't think I'd call that "perfect".
Edgeworth:
Hmph... If you don't try to verify it, how will you know?
Yew:
Phwwh... I guess so! Ahahaha! Oh, I just love the way you say that with such confidence! But just as you said, you can only say something is perfect after you've verified it! Now try presenting evidence to me again, but this time, in the correct way, rookie!
Edgeworth:
.........Gnrk! (I was a fool to claim that it was perfect!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Calisto Yew)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This piece of evidence reveals the hole in your logic!
Yew:
...Phwwh... Phwwwwwwwwh! Ahah! Ahahahahahahahaha! Before you try to prove there are holes in my logic, you should prove something else.
Edgeworth:
.........? And that would be?
Yew:
Whether or not you really are a diciple of Manfred von Karma. With such weak logic, I'm not sure you're cut out to be a prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Gnwooooooohh!
Too many penalties (in Defendant Lobby No. 1)
Badd:
...Your investigation has dragged on for long enough.
Edgeworth:
B-But, wait!
Badd:
...Go on, get out of here. I've got work to do.
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! No, I can't be tossed off the case now...!)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Too many penalties (during argument of Yew, in Courtroom No. 3)
Yew:
Ahahahahahaha! Looks like you're at the end of your rope. We already have a suspect, so you can spare me the rest of your long-winded speech. Mr. Badd... I leave the rest in your capable hands.
Badd:
..................
Edgeworth:
I'm not done with you yet!
Yew:
Phwwh! Ahahahahahaha! Maybe not, but I'm done with you. See you around, Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
(Nngh! I can't let her get away, not now...!)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
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Episode 5Turnabout Revolution
Anime cutscene
Defiant Dragons Henchman Actor:
Heeheeheehahaha!
Rayfa Actress:
Aaah! Why me?!
Dhurke Actor:
Mwahahahaha! It's time for a revolution!
Rayfa Actress:
No! Let go of me!
Plumed Punisher Actor:
That's far enough!
Dhurke Actor:
Who's there?!
Plumed Punisher Actor:
It is I-- The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm!
Dhurke:
Good people of Khura'in, we can't allow things to go on like this. The Defense Culpability Act has done nothing but produce countless victims of wrongful convictions. The time to act is now. For we, the Defiant Dragons, have obtained the ultimate weapon: the Founder's Orb! And to the Ga'ran regime: Make no mistake about it-- I will personally dethrone you! A dragon never yields. Nor will he rest until his revolution is complete.
May 16, 11:00 AMWright Anything Agency
TV:
...And this concludes our report on the recent television hijacking in Khura'in. But really, who could have anticipated a surprising turn of events?
Trucy:
Did you hear that, Polly? Someone hijacked the airwaves over there! It's like something out of a movie!
Apollo:
.........
Trucy:
Apollo?
Apollo:
......Um, yeah. Dhurke... What are you up to this time?
Trucy:
Wait a second... Do you know the TV hijacker or something, Apollo?
Apollo:
......You could say that... but it was a long time ago.
Trucy:
...And WHY do you know someone like that? I mean, they're calling him an "insurgent."
Apollo:
Y-Yeah... about that...
???:
Hey now. Is that any way to talk about the man who raised you?
Apollo:
Huh?
Dhurke:
Hey there, Apollo! Long time no see! How've you been, son?
Apollo:
I-I-It's--
Trucy:
It's that guy that was on TV!
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! Guilty as charged! Surprised to see me, Apollo? I just beamed in from Khura'in, and boy are my arms tired!
Apollo:
Th-Th-This can't be happening! ...I must be dreaming... or hallucinating... or both...
Trucy:
No, you're not, Apollo! It's that TV hijacker-slash-insurgent in the flesh!
Apollo:
........ (I'm so confused.)
Trucy:
Um! Mr. Hijacker! Sir! I have SO many questions, I don't even know where to begin! But let's start with that bit about "the man who raised you."
Dhurke:
Wait, don't tell me you haven't told anyone about me, son? It's okay to brag about it. Tell everyone your old man's me, the rebel Dhurke! I mean, my face is all over TV these days! I'm practically a celebrity, hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
.........Trucy, what do you say we close up early today?
Trucy:
What?! Why?!
Dhurke:
...Aw, come on, son. No need for the cold shoulder!
Apollo:
......... (*sigh* I know I'm going to regret this, but...) What do you want, Dhurke? You just show up here without warning after all this time... What gives?
Dhurke:
I came all this way to see you, son! Come, rejoice!
Apollo:
Riiight... Why don't you tell me the real reason you're here.
Dhurke:
W-Well... Okay, so maybe there's a little something I need your help with, too, but... The fact is I came here to see you. That's the honest truth.
Apollo:
Yes, I think we've established that. (It figures... I haven't seen him in ten plus years and he's already asking for a favor. He really is a rebel in the purest sense -- he just does whatever he pleases.)
Trucy:
C'mon, Polly! I need details. Inquiring minds want to know!
Apollo:
Okay, okay. Hold your horses. First, I've got a few questions of my own.
Examine
Bookshelf
Dhurke:
Hm? Why, this is Apollo's journal.
Apollo:
Huh?! What's it doing at the office?
Trucy:
It's magic!
Dhurke:
Let's see what he wrote...
Apollo:
N-No, don't!
Dhurke:
Huh... There's nothing in here.
Apollo:
What?
Trucy:
This calls for a special spell! Presto diario!
Dhurke:
Why, there's writing appearing right before my very eyes!
Trucy:
Like I said, it's magic! Now go ahead, read to your heart's content!
Apollo:
Wow! ...Er, I mean, give me that!
Charley the plant
Apollo:
That's Charley the houseplant.
Dhurke:
You know, my hideout used to have a houseplant, too. We called it "Apollo."
Trucy:
I bet it was a cactus!
Dhurke:
How'd you guess?
Trucy:
Because Polly's hair's just as spiny!
Apollo:
Hey, leave my hair out of this.
Trucy:
And he has a prickly attitude, to boot!
Apollo:
(I better quit while I'm ahead.)
Hula hoop
Dhurke:
More magic props... Oh! I've seen a ring like this before! I used to be quite good with these.
Apollo:
Really? Why don't you show us?
Dhurke:
Well, if you insist! I'll show you the act of daring-do I used to perform to supplement my income. First, I have to light the ring on fire, then I'll jump through it...
Apollo:
That's a fire hoop, this is a kid's toy, Dhurke...
Magic props
Dhurke: This is one seriously cluttered office. I mean, do you really need a piano here?
Trucy:
Well, it has sentimental value for Daddy, you see...
Apollo:
Yeah, but this office could use a little help with its bottom line. What if we sold it?
Trucy:
Apollo! ...You'd better give me a cut of the proceeds when you do.
Dhurke:
Money before memories, eh? This office's finances really must be in dire straits then.
Magic split box
Dhurke:
This is one of those contraptions for cutting people into pieces!
Trucy:
How did you know that, Mr. Dhurke?
Dhurke:
Well, it just so happens I've been in one of these myself.
Apollo:
Really?
Trucy:
You have?
Dhurke:
Yes. Once, when I was being held prisoner by Minister Inga's secret police... ...they tried to torture me into revealing one of my compatriot's hideouts.
Apollo:
That's a torture device, this is a magic prop, Dhurke...
Dhurke: 
Man, I barely escaped that thing alive!
Trucy:
Well, you have my respect as a magician for your death-defying spirit!
Table
Dhurke:
What's with this bright red jacket? Who would wear such a garish thing?
Trucy:
Maybe one of our clients forgot it here.
Dhurke:
I'd love to get a look at the man who'd dare wear something like this!
Trucy:
Me, too!
Apollo:
(I know I don't wear it much, but... she has to know it's mine, right?)
Talk
Dhurke
Dhurke:
Pleased to meet you, little lady. My name is Dhurke Sahdmadhi. I'm a... well... a rebel by trade.
Trucy:
A rebel? But on TV, they were calling you an insurgent. So which is it? Personally, I vote for a rebel with a cause -- a real "head"-ache for anyone in your way!
Apollo:
Trucy...!
Dhurke: 
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! You got me there. I'm the head of a resistance group. The Defiant Dragons. We're like the good, the bad, and the ugly... but without the good part. In Khura'in, I'm like the bogeyman -- a tall tale parents use to spook their kids straight!
Trucy:
That's too bad. You seem like you'd be a fun, cool guy to hang with!
Dhurke:
...This little lady's a real catch, son. I'm talking bride material, if you get my drift.
Apollo:
Wait, what?
Trucy:
Oh! Stop it! You're embarrassing me... Dad.
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! She's a plucky one, all right!
Apollo:
Someone pluck me out of my misery...
Trucy:
Now, about that "man who raised you" business...
Foster father (appears after "Dhurke")
Trucy:
What did Mr. Dhurke mean when he said that he's "the man who raised you," Apollo?
Apollo:
The truth is, I grew up in the Kingdom of Khura'in. Did I, uh... never mention that?
Trucy:
Oh, so you grew up in... Khura'in?! Wait, are you saying... ...you're not from around here, Polly?
Apollo:
No, it's just I was raised in Khura'in when I was really little.
Trucy:
Still, that's a shocker. It's like I hardly know anything about you! How come you never told me?!
Dhurke:
...Apollo. You really haven't said a word about your past, have you?
Apollo:
What, that I was raised by a wanted criminal? It's like a bad joke.
Trucy:
It does sound rather melodramatic. I doubt anyone would even believe you. So you two haven't seen each other in a while, huh?
Apollo:
You could say that. I'd wager it's been at least ten years.
Trucy:
Wow... That's a really long time.
Apollo:
Yeah, well, I figured he'd forgotten about me.
Dhurke:
Not a chance! It's just, well... Starting a revolution takes time, and keeping it going even more so... And being a wanted man, I couldn't just hop a plane to come say hello.
Apollo:
...I get it. It's fine. (Though, truth be told... ...it's weird having Dhurke show up acting all paternal. I'd even almost forgotten about Khura'in... No, that's not true. I probably tried to forget about it on purpose.)
Trucy:
Now then, Mr. Dhurke, what is it we can help you with?
Request (appears after "Foster father")
Dhurke:
I need to get my hand on the Founder's Orb, the most sacred treasure of Khura'in. That's where you come in.
Apollo:
The Founder's Orb?
Trucy:
Wait, but didn't you say you already have it in that broadcast of yours?
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! Don't go believing everything you see on TV, little lady. No one's seen hide nor hair of the Founder's Orb for some time.
Trucy:
No way!
Apollo:
S-So that was just a bluff...? What are you going to do if you DON'T find it?
Dhurke:
I don't know. Guess that just means we HAVE to find it, son. 'Cause I can't really back down now, can I? Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(*sigh* Different year, same old Dhurke. It's all coming back to me now.) Hold on. I think I read something about this in the newspaper a while back. Something about you stealing a sacred treasure from a temple's treasure room.
Dhurke:
That's a load of crock. We didn't lay a finger on the orb.
Apollo:
Really?
Dhurke:
Yes, Baseless allegations, all of it. Our enemy has really found a way to keep us all on our toes.
Trucy:
Ooh! So it's like a setup!
Dhurke:
That's the long and short of it. However, my compatriot has been hot on the orb's trail. And just the other day, his hard work finally paid off. We now know the Founder's Orb is in... Kurain Village.
Apollo:
Kurain Village?
Dhurke:
Yes. I hear there are spirit mediums there. They even have direct relations with Khura'in.
Apollo:
Spirit mediums... Right...
Dhurke:
Some doctor of archeology there supposedly has the orb. His name is Archie Buff. My Defiant Dragon compatriot has already made contact with him. Apparently, someone asked the doctor to study the orb.
Apollo:
So whoever asked him to do that is the real thief?
Dhurke:
Most likely.
Apollo:
And you think this guy will just hand the orb over to you?
Dhurke:
My compatriot, Datz, says Dr. Buff has already promised to do so. It seems he knew it was stolen, and wanted to do the right thing.
Apollo:
(Datz... I remember running around him when I was a kid.) (So he's here, too, huh.)
Dhurke:
Apollo, I want you to be present as my lawyer when I take possession of the orb. Would you do that for me?
Fine
Leads to:
"Fine, but I'll charge my standard fee."
Nope
Apollo:
I haven't seen you in years, and you waltz in here asking for a favor? You have a lot of nerve, you know--
Trucy:
Of course we'll help! Right, Apollo?!
Apollo:
W-Wait, Trucy...!
Trucy:
Oh, come on. It's not like you have any work anyway. Besides, we're talking about rebels and legendary treasure here. It'll be fun!
Apollo:
(*sigh* Why is she always into the things I'm not?)
Leads to:
"Fine, but I'll charge my standard fee."
Apollo:
.........Fine, but I'll charge my standard fee. Now tell me about the Founder's Orb.
The Founder's Orb (appears after "Request")
Apollo:
If I remember correctly, the founder is always depicted as a faceless spirit medium.
Trucy:
What do you mean "faceless"?
Dhurke:
Images of the founder, the Holy Mother of Khura'in, never show her face. To depict it is to commit the greatest taboo in Khura'inism.
Apollo:
The greatest taboo, huh? (I wonder why? I mean, what could she have looked like to make them hide her face like that?
Dhurke:
As for the Founder's Orb, it was discovered during an excavation eight years ago... ...and has an interesting legend that goes along with it. It's said that there's a riddle to the orb, and that any who can solve it... ...will receive immense spiritual power from the founder herself.
Apollo:
Sounds like one big fairy tale to me.
Dhurke:
In any case... ...it's just what us Defiant Dragons need to get our revolution started. With it, we can gain the spiritual power, and thus, the legal authority to rule Khura'in!
Apollo:
Wait, suppose I believe this legend. Then, anyone could become king or queen? And THAT'S why you think it'll help you overthrow the Gar'an regime?
Dhurke:
Only the rulers of Khura'in have ever laid eyes on the orb, Apollo. A legendary treasure that bestows immense spiritual power... Doesn't that sound like something you'd want to see with your own two eyes?
Apollo:
(...That does sound just a tiny bit intriguing.)
Founder's Orb added to the Court Record.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Dhurke:
What's that?
Apollo:
It's my attorney's badge.
Dhurke:
I can relate. I used to want to show mine off, too. But don't ever show it to anyone in Khura'in. They'll run you right out of town the moment they find out you're a lawyer.
Apollo:
I wonder how it went for Mr. Wright. Knowing him, he probably flashed his left and right...
Founder's Orb
Dhurke:
The Founder's Orb... They say the Holy Mother will return when the riddle of the orb is solved. And she will bestow great spiritual power upon whoever accomplishes that feat.
Apollo:
(I wonder if I could channel spirits if I had such power.)
Photo of My Father
Dhurke:
Brings back memories... He was a fine young man. So cheerful and fun to be around. His big, booming singing voice would captivate everyone in the tavern. But looks-wise, he was like a grownup version of you.
Apollo:
Um, that still doesn't give me a sense of what my real father was like.
After clearing all Talk options:
Dhurke:
That should just about cover everything. Any other questions?
Apollo:
Not right now.
Dhurke:
Ah, I almost forgot. I brought you a present. Eat up, son!
Apollo:
...Sushi?
Dhurke:
I figured you probably couldn't afford three square meals a day, so...
Trucy:
Yay! I was just thinking it was time for lunch!
Dhurke:
You dig in, too, little lady. After all, we're practically family, right?! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Trucy:
Thanks, Dad! Ooh, that tuna looks good! *chomp* *nom nom nom*
Dhurke:
This salmon sushi's got my name on it! *chomp* *chew chew chew* Aren't you hungry, son? This is some of the best sushi you'll ever have!
Apollo:
.........I'm... I'm good.
Dhurke:
O-Oh, well... Okay then. ...Actually, I have one more present for you. Here.
Apollo:
What's this?
Dhurke:
A picture of your father. It's been twenty-three years since he passed away.
Apollo:
Huh?! This... This is my father?
Dhurke:
His name was Jove Justice.
Apollo:
Jove...
Dhurke:
I haven't talked to you about your real father in some time, but as you know... ...he was a musician -- a wandering minstrel, if you will -- and a talented one at that.
Apollo:
............ Why... Why are you giving this to me now?
Dhurke:
I thought it was sad you didn't know what your old man looked like. I searched high and low to find that one picture.
Apollo:
............
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? Don't you want it?
Apollo:
(I don't know. I mean, it's not like I ever met the guy.)
Dhurke:
Well, I went through all the trouble of finding it, so go on, take it! And don't ever let it go, you hear?
Photo of My Father added to the Court Record.
Dhurke:
Well, now that our bellies are full, what do you say we hit the road?
Apollo:
One second. Hey, Trucy, any idea where Athena is?
Trucy:
She left early this morning to pick up Daddy from the airport.
Apollo:
Oh, I almost forgot. Mr. Wright is coming back today.
Trucy:
Yeah... but I wonder why he cut his trip short like that. Anyway, shouldn't they have been back by now?
Apollo:
Knowing Athena, she probably got lost. Well, there's no point sitting around here waiting. Let's get going.
Trucy:
I can't wait to see that super mysterious treasure!
Dhurke:
To Kurain Village, then! The Founder's Orb awaits!
May 16Kurain Village
Apollo:
(So this is Kurain, the mystical village of spirit channeling... ... and where ancient traditions come alive. Looks like a really peaceful place.)
Dhurke:
Ahh, I love the air here! Nothing beats the mountains, huh, Apollo?!
Apollo:
(Come to think of it... We used to live way up in the mountains, too, just like this.)
Dhurke:
Sure brings back memories. Those were the days. The three of us living happily in peace.
Trucy:
...I still can't wrap my mind around it all, you know. That Mr. Dhurke is not only Polly's daddy, but Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's as well. And the way you two talked about it like it was nothing the whole bus ride here!
Apollo:
(I guess it IS a lot to take in...)
Trucy:
So tell me, Mr. Dhurke, what was Apollo like as a kid?
Dhurke:
Oh, he was full of piss and vinegar, he was. A real rascal! He and Nahyuta used to run around in the open fields, naked as jaybirds. I've even got pictures of him posing in his birthday suit!
Apollo:
Whoa, whoa, Dhurke!
Trucy:
No way! Prosecutor Sahdmadhi used to be like that, too?
Dhurke:
The two of ‘em would end up with leeches on their butts and cry like babies, hah-ha ha!
Apollo:
Dhurke! Don't you think you've said enough?!
Dhurke:
Aw, you're no fun.
Trucy:
Yeah! I wanted to hear more about the misadventures of Polly!
???:
Hey, what are you people doing here?
Apollo:
Ema?
Dhurke:
You know this lady, son?
Apollo:
Yeah, this is Ema Skye. She's a detective.
Ema:
Technically speaking, I'm a forensics expert, but I'll let it slide. ...Anyway, I can't say I'm surprised to see you here. You always seem to pop up whenever there's trouble afoot. Still, what are the odds of running into you here in the boonies?
Apollo:
By "trouble," you mean you're investigating a case?
Ema:
Does it look like I'm here to sightsee? .........Wait, don't tell me... You're not here to see Dr. Buff, are you?
Apollo:
Huh? How'd you know that? We're actually on our way to meet with him right now.
Ema:
Figures... Well, follow me. I'll show you the way.
Apollo:
...Really?
Dhurke:
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, son. Just follow the nice lady.
Examine
Phone Booth
Apollo:
(A phone booth and a bus stop made of wood. They both look really old. You hardly ever see phone booths in the city anymore.)
Dhurke:
Apollo... what's this glass box for?
Apollo:
(I guess you hardly see them in Khura'in, too.)
Boulder
Apollo:
There's a big boulder towering into the sky over there. According to the sign, it's called the "Kurain Boulder." It also says that a spirit dwells within it. Hmm... A rock with a spirit in it?
Dhurke:
It's called animism – the belief that spirits dwell within inanimate objects. They've probably enshrined this boulder as a sacred object. Their tradition of worshiping such objects is similar to our tradition in Khura'in.
Apollo:
I-Interesting... (Who knew Dhurke could make sense every once in a while?)
Mountains
Dhurke:
Seeing those mountains really takes me back. I remember when we used to live high in the mountains to escape from the government.
Apollo:
So, you don't live there anymore?
Dhurke:
Nope. I needed a more convenient place to lead the revolution from. But that old mountain hut is still there.
Apollo:
(Man, I miss that hut...)
Dhurke:
What, are you getting homesick, Apollo? You can come on back to Khura'in anytime, you know?
Apollo:
N-No, no, I'm fine. Besides, I've got a lot on my plate here...
Fey Manor
Apollo:
A thatched roof... First time I've ever seen one in real life.
Dhurke:
It looks just like the traditional thatched roofs they use in Japan. All we need now are some samurai with topknots, a few ninjas, and a cuddly mascot.
Apollo:
When was the last time you were in Japan?
Talk
Any ideas?
Dhurke:
Mass transit and electronic communications... This country's infrastructure is really advanced compared to Khura'in.
Apollo:
Why don't you see the sights once you have the orb?
Dhurke:
Well... I guess I could use a break. How about you show me around?
Apollo:
...Oh, um, I'll probably be busy with work, so, uh...
Dhurke:
...I-I see.
Trucy:
What are you talking about, Polly? Your only work right now is cleaning the office.
What to do
Dhurke:
The Founder's Orb should be with the doctor right now. What do you say we go take a gander?
Apollo:
What if he doesn't have it? What if you came all the way from Khura'in for nothing?
Dhurke:
I'll cross that bridge if and when I come to it. Besides... even if I leave empty-handed, at least I got to see you, son.
Apollo:
...Oh, ha ha. Thanks?
Dhurke:
N-No, no – I really mean it.
May 16 
Kurain Village - Doctor's Study
Apollo:
So this is Dr. Buff's study...
Trucy:
Wow, look at all those books! The shelves go from floor to ceiling! It's like a library in here!
Dhurke:
Yes, and lots of artifacts, too. A true archeologist's paradise. Look, son! There are so many relics, they're spilling onto the floor! What a delightfully amusing room!
Apollo:
All I see is a mess. (And what's with that white outline...?) ...Um, Ema, where's the doctor?
Ema:
Well the thing is... he died last night.
Apollo:
Wait, what?
Ema:
It seems an avalanche of books knocked him off his bookshelf ladder. We're labeling it an accidental death.
Apollo:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Please tell me you're joking...
Ema:
As if I'd come all the way out here for a few laughs, Apollo.
Apollo:
...Yeah. I guess not.
Dhurke:
A scholar killed by his own books...
Apollo:
Oh man. What do we do now? I mean, how can he transfer ownership of the orb to you if he's dead?
Dhurke:
Yes, that is a problem.
Apollo:
Ema, can you please tell us exactly what happened?
Talk
The doctor's death
Apollo:
So the doctor died in an accident?
Ema:
I received a call this morning saying Dr. Buff had been found dead under a pile of books.
Apollo:
This morning? (Talk about bad timing...) You mentioned that he had fallen off a ladder.
Ema:
Right. We believe he fell from the top of that big ladder there. Apparently, he triggered an avalanche of books while fumbling to reach one. And that sent him headlong on a fatal fall onto the hard floor.
Trucy:
How sad... Killed by his own books. But at least he was doing something he loved.
Dhurke:
For a scholar, I suppose it's kind of like a soldier killed in the line of duty. You could say he died an honorable death.
Apollo:
Ema, who was the first one to discover the body?
Ema:
About that... Whoever it was, it seems they wanted to remain anonymous.
Apollo:
What?
Ema:
It happens now and then. Some people would rather not get involved with the police.
Dhurke:
I can relate to that.
Apollo:
(Yeah, being a wanted man and all.) What now, Dhurke? A dead man can't exactly hand over the orb.
Dhurke:
We'll just have to find it. It must be around here somewhere.
Apollo:
Just to fill you in, Ema, we're actually here to get something.
The Founder's Orb (appears after "The doctor's death")
Apollo:
Pops here had an agreement with the doctor. The doctor was supposed to hand over a sacred relic known as the Founder's Orb.
Dhurke:
"P-Pops"...?
Ema:
Oh, I see. That could be a problem, considering he's dead. Do you have a plan B?
Apollo:
Umm...
Dhurke:
I have an agreement in writing. My compatriot Datz should have it.
Ema:
Well, there shouldn't be any problems, then. So, who IS this gentleman you're escorting?
Dhurke (appears after "The Founder's Orb")
Apollo:
Oh, right, I haven't introduced you [sic] yet. This is Dhurke. He's from the Kingdom of Khura'in.
Ema:
All the way from Khura'in, huh? So, what do you do there?
Dhurke:
I used to practice law, but I'm taking a break from all that. I'm focused now on making Khura'in a better place through... volunteer work. 
Ema:
Volunteer work, huh? How interesting...
Apollo:
(...Well, it's not technically a lie.)
Ema:
So, how do you two know each other?
Apollo:
Oh, um... He's sorta my foster father.
Ema:
Come again?
Trucy:
Yeah! And he's Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's real father, too!
Ema:
Whaaat?! You mean you... and Prosecutor Sahdmadhi... ............I'm so sorry. It seems you've had quite a life.
Apollo:
(...Guess she's put a few things together.)
Ema:
Actually, Dhurke, you look kind of... familiar. Have we met before?
Dhurke:
Um, not that I recall.
Apollo:
(Great... She must've seen that news report on TV.) (It will really complicate things if she figures out he's a wanted man.)
Apollo:
There are lots of guys who look like him. Sure you're not mistaking him for someone else?
Ema:
Are there, really? I mean, a middle-aged man with long hair and an eye patch? You don't see that every day.
Apollo:
W-Well, I'm sure you're just imagining things.
Ema:
So what does that sacred relic you're searching for look like? I mean, there's lots of stuff in here that's old and relic-y.
Dhurke:
Indeed. Unfortunately, I've no idea what it actually looks like.
Apollo:
So then, how are we supposed to find it?
Dhurke:
That, I do not know, either. We'll just have to go through each candidate one by one.
Apollo:
Great plan of attack there, Dhurke. Well, Ema, do you mind if we give this room a once-over?
Ema:
...I guess not. But in exchange, you're going to help me in my investigation. 
Apollo:
Sure. It can't hurt.
Trucy:
Ooh, I can't wait to get started! It'll be like hunting for buried treasure!
Examine
Anything (Before talking to Ema)
Ema:
What do you think you're doing? You can't just poke around without my permission.
Apollo:
 (Guess I should ask her what's going on first.)
White outline
Apollo:
So this is where Dr. Buff died.
Ema:
Poor man... He fell right on his head, and probably died almost instantly.
Apollo:
I see some blood on the book there, but what's that dark stain?
Ema:
It appears to be coffee. It's still damp, so it must have gotten on there recently, perhaps even last night.
Dhurke:
That's a mighty big window he's next to -- big enough for someone to see inside.
Ema:
Exactly. That's how the local resident who reported his death found him to begin with. The doctor's body was visible from outside the window. And a passerby called in earlier this morning to report what they'd found.
Apollo:
So you mean this case is still only a few hours old?
Dhurke:
That explains why your investigation is just getting underway.
Study Photo added to the Court Record.  Study Diagram added to the Court Record.
White outline (subsequent times)
Apollo:
So this is where Dr. Buff died.
Dhurke:
Yeah, the police received a call this morning so their investigation is still just getting started.
Glasses
Apollo:
There's a pair of glasses on this little pyramid here.
Ema:
They belonged to the doctor. Scientifically speaking, they appear to be your ordinary run-of-the-mill glasses.
Trucy:
I guess they don't pique her interest, scientifically speaking.
Computer
Apollo:
This PC is password protected. Trucy, you think your magic can do something about this?
Trucy:
Hmm... I don't think it can override a password. Now, a locked desk... That I can get into. Like yours back at the office, Polly!
Apollo:
(Yikes... I'd better watch what I put in there.)
Trucy:
What? Do you put weird stuff in your desk? Stuff you don't want anyone to see?
Apollo:
Jeez, are you a mind reader, too? 
Trucy:
No, but unlocking your thoughts is a cinch!
Ladder
Apollo:
The doctor fell from the top of that ladder.
Dhurke:
Hmm... From that height, a fall onto a hard surface would probably kill anyone.
Apollo:
I don't know why anyone would want to climb that high in the first place.
Trucy:
Guess you can say he climbed it all the way to heaven...
Raincoat
Apollo:
It's a two-tone raincoat. 
Dhurke:
It's still a bit damp. I think someone might've worn it recently.
Shoe shelves
Apollo:
There are a few pairs of shoes here. I guess there must be an entrance on this floor, too. 
Ema:
Yeah, there's a backdoor over that way. But it's usually locked from what I can tell. The visitor's entrance is up that spiral staircase.
Apollo:
(That's the way we came in.)
Geoglyph
Apollo:
There are animal drawings on the floor. They look like those famous geoglyph things.
Dhurke:
They remind me of the chalk outlines detectives draw around bodies. And the doctor's has [sic] just joined them. Now that's what I call dedication to one's field. 
Apollo:
I don't think it was on purpose.
Window
Apollo:
What a huge window. I bet you could see the entire study from the outside. 
Dhurke:
How could he concentrate in here? I'd feel so exposed.
Apollo:
Well... He does have a bookshelf positioned for some privacy around his desk.
Statue
Dhurke:
There's some sort of machinery inside this clay figure.
Apollo:
Whoa, it's moving!
EX-TER-MI-NATE. EX-TER-MI-NATE. DES-TROY ALL TAR-GETS. EX-T-T-TERRRrrr... *scrape* *grind*
Apollo:
D-Do I even want to know what that thing is for?!
Notebook
Apollo:
Look, it's one of the doctor's notebooks.
Dhurke:
Maybe there's something about the orb in there. It's a photo of the treasure box! The one from Tehm'pul Temple's treasure room. These must be his research notes on the Founder's Orb.
Apollo:
What's that on the right page? It looks like a poem or something.
Dhurke:
Let's see... Oh, it's the song that's performed during the Dance of Devotion. It's been sung during Khura'inese rites of offering since ancient times.
Apollo:
Oh, I think I've heard of that.
Dhurke: 
There's also a legend associated with the song. Some say the solution to the orb's riddle is contained therein.
Apollo:
It's a song everyone in Khura'in knows? Not much of a way to keep it secret.
Trucy:
It's called "hiding secrets in plain sight," Polly. Us magicians know all about that.
Dhurke:
Huh. That's strange.
Apollo:
What is?
Dhurke:
Dr. Buff's notes contain the second half of the song. Only the first half is sung during the Dance of Devotion. Most people haven't even heard the second half.
Apollo:
The second half? As in the part that begins, "Offer thy prayers"?
Dhurke:
I'm impressed. That's some thorough research he was conducting.
Research Notes added to the Court Record.
Plane
Apollo:
Is this a bird?
Dhurke:
It looks like an airplane to me.
Apollo:
No, there couldn't have been any planes back when this was made.
Dhurke:
Yes, but it has wings and both horizontal and vertical stabilizers. That makes it an airplane.
Apollo:
No, it's definitely a bird.
Dhurke:
Open your eyes, son... As a lawyer, your job is to see the true nature of things.
Apollo:
 (I still say it's a bird.)
Scroll
Apollo:
There's a brown stain on this scroll. Hm? Why does it smell like... gravy?
Dhurke:
Why would there be a gravy stain on it?
Apollo:
Who knows? But it looks like it's meant to be there.
Dhurke:
Maybe the artist was trying to inspire a "gravy" new trend: food splatter art.
Apollo:
That pun wounded me "gravy-ly," Dhurke.
Coffeemaker
Apollo:
A coffeemaker and a bunch of coffee cups... He must've taken his coffee breaks here. Oh, and there's a filter with old coffee grounds in here. *sigh* Guess I'd better clean this up.
Dhurke:
What are you doing there, son?
Apollo:
Ah!  (What AM I doing, cleaning this office?!)
Dhurke:
Don't tell me they have you on coffee duty back at your office.
Apollo:
N-No, no... It's just, if I don't keep the place clean, no one will.
Golden Statue
Apollo:
It's a golden statue. Looks pretty old, too.
Dhurke: Hmm... I imagine it has great archeological value... Maybe too great for a private researcher of Dr. Buff's caliber.
Apollo:
I wonder how he got his hands on something like this.
Urn
Apollo:
"Ami"... Hmm... Why's someone's name written on here?
Trucy:
Maybe it's so if it ever got lost, someone could return it to its owner. You know, like how school kids put their names on things.
Apollo:
Yeah, but this is just an urn. And the name is written so big.
Trucy:
Well, I wrote my name on my magic panties. It says W-R-I-G-H-T in super big letters!
Apollo:
(The less said about this, the better.)
Spiral Staircase
Apollo:
It's a spiral staircase... And it's connected to a hallway up there. Why'd they have to place the second floor so high up?
Ema:
Wait... You're not afraid of heights, are you?
Apollo: 
Oh, um... Well...
Trucy:
Oh, Polly's hilarious around high places. He gets all wobbly, like a baby deer taking its first steps. And his face turns as green as a watermelon.
Apollo:
It's not nice to make fun of people's phobias, you know.
Dhurke:
Come to think of it, the visitor's entrance is on the second floor. What an odd layout for a house...
Wall relief
Apollo: What a huge wall relief. Hmm... It seems to depict a spirit channeling.
Dhurke:
Hey... this spirit medium looks like the Holy Mother of Khura'in.
Apollo:
Yeah, her face was left blank, but the rest is clearly detailed and well-crafted.
Dhurke:
Did you know some researchers claim that the Holy Mother had three eyes? And that her third eye was able to divine the truth, just like the gods above. It is said to be on her forehead.
Apollo:
Like you said, you shouldn't believe everything you hear.
Suitcase
Apollo:
That's one big suitcase.
Dhurke:
It's locked. Is it the doctor's?
Ema:
No, someone left it here last night.
Apollo:
So the doctor might've had a visitor? But how can you tell?
Ema:
That sticker there. You only see those on airport luggage. Which means, its owner is likely from overseas.
Dhurke:
Is there any way to figure out who it belongs to?
Apollo:
Not unless we can open it to see what's inside.
Dhurke:
Guess not...
???:
Heh heh heh. Ah-ha ha ha!
Ema:
That's because you're not me: Ema Skye, forensics expert extraordinaire! Try as you might, you won't find the word "impossible" in my forensics handbook!
Dhurke:
I-Is she okay, son? It's like she became an entirely different person.
Apollo:
Oh, that's just what happens when her forensics switch gets flipped.
Ema:
With this, identifying the suitcase's owner will be easy as pie!
Apollo:
Is that fingerprint powder?
Ema:
That's right. And there's no better time than the present to use it! Here we go! You remember how to do this, right?
Apollo:
I apply the powder to where I think some prints might be, and blow any excess off?
Ema:
Exactly. Well, have at it!
Apollo:
(Hmm... Now where would I expect to find prints on a suitcase?)
Analyze no prints
Apollo:
Doesn't look like there are any prints here.
Analyze prints on handle
Ema:
This one isn't clear enough for a match.
Apollo:
Hmm... Where else could someone leave prints behind?
Dhurke:
Think, son. How might someone handle a suitcase? Start by considering what you do with them.
Apollo:
Well, besides being wheeled or carried, they can be opened and closed. So, I should look for prints that would be left at those times.
Analyze prints without enough powder
Ema:
You'll need to use more powder than that to get a clear print.
Analyze correct prints
Leads to:
"Hey Ema, I've got a pretty clear print here."
Apollo:
Hey Ema, I've got a pretty clear print here.
Ema:
Okay, now let me know who you think it could belong to.
Apollo:
(Hmm, who could it be? It would have to be someone who would've paid Dr. Buff a visit.)
Present Datz Are'bal
Leads to:
"We have a match!"
Present Anyone Else
Ema:
We didn't get a match.
Trucy:
Any other ideas, Apollo?
Apollo:
Hmm... Well, we can probably assume the print belongs to the suitcase's owner. (But who could that be? It would have to be someone who would've visited the doctor.)
Ema:
We have a match!
Apollo:
Datz... Come to think of it, he did stop by to see the doctor, didn't he? To conclude the orb transfer agreement.
Dhurke:
So he's the one who forgot his suitcase here.
Apollo:
Where do you suppose he is now?
Dhurke:
Haven't heard from him in a while, and he's not answering his phone.
Trucy:
Wait, you don't think he left his phone inside his suitcase, do you?
Dhurke:
I wouldn't put it past that knucklehead.
Ema:
Actually, I think we may have run into him earlier.
Apollo:
Really?
Ema:
A suspicious man had been reported in the area, but when one of my officers approached to question him, he took off like a shot.
Apollo:
What?!
Dhurke:
Sorry about that. Khura'inese people aren't all like him... I swear.
Ema:
Well, he's probably still in the village somewhere.
Apollo:
Maybe he knows something about the orb.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ema:
Your attorney's badge? Huh...
Apollo:
What, that normally gets a better reaction from you.
Ema:
I'm tired of collecting your fingerprints. It's kind of lost its luster.
Apollo:
Yeah, but who knows? There could be other people's prints on it.
Ema:
Ooh, that's true! Hand it over, buddy!
Apollo:
Ah!
Ema:
............Hmph. The only prints I found were yours.
Apollo:
Blue:  (Argh, it's all dusty now.)
Founder's Orb
Ema:
Scientifically speaking, ancient relics are highly fascinating.
Apollo:
Why's that?
Ema:
Because of all the tests I can run. CT scans, electron microscopy, chemical analysis... The list goes on and on! If you ever do find one, you'd better bring it to me straight away!
Apollo:
Can I count on getting it back intact?
Ema:
We'll see. Scientific advances don't come without sacrifices, you know.
Apollo:
 (...I know someone who WON'T be seeing the orb anytime soon.)
Study Photo
Ema:
Maybe it was Dr. Buff's wish to die under a pile of his beloved books. I know I could die happily under a big pile of forensic equipment.
Apollo:
Well, I'll pass on dying under a big pile of evidence from my past cases. It's all murder weapons and photos of dead bodies.
Ema:
So, what? Are you saying you don't love your job?
Apollo: Being buried in the tools of one's trade is hardly a valid way to assess dedication, Ema.
Anything else
Ema:
You sure like to shove things in people's faces, don't you?
Apollo:
What about you? You're always dusting around for prints. 
Ema:
That's my job!
Apollo:
Well, it's not like I'm presenting evidence for the fun of it, either.
Ema:
Really? Because it sure seems like you enjoy it, Apollo.
Apollo:
Right back at you, Ema.
Dhurke:
It seems the orb isn't here.
Apollo:
That means Datz might be our only lead at this point.
Dhurke:
Detective Skye said he might still be here in the village. We should try to find him.
May 16Kurain Village
???:
Good day to you, citizens of Kurain Village! My name is Paul Atishon, and I want your vote!
Apollo:
Wow, that's REALLY loud.
Trucy:
Look, something's coming this way.
???:
Paul Atishon, savior of Kurain, has come to– Ahhh! It's you people!
Dhurke:
Apollo? What is that strange conveyance coming this way?
Staff:
Right, left, right, left, HALT!
Apollo:
(It's one of those... what-do-you-call-'ems? Palanquins...?)
???:
So, you finally left Dr. Buff's house! What were you doing there? ...What a bunch of shady-looking characters.
Apollo:
(And you aren't?) So I take it you knew the doctor?
???:
Heh, what a foolish question. I've memorized the names and faces of the entire electorate here in Kurain. After all, I am the man who's destined to be kind of this fine nation someday.
Apollo:<br?
Um... who are you? (And what do you mean, "king"?)
Atishon:
Ignorant fools. I am THE Paul Atishon. I am a soon-to-be eminent politician– a man whose name will go down in history. You should be ashamed that you've never heard of me before.
Dhurke:
Is he really that famous of a politician, Apollo?
Apollo:
Not that I know of.
Atishon:
I'm running for a seat on the local council right now.
Apollo:
(I guess even Jerk Q. Public has to start somewhere.)
Atishon:
But my election is a sure thing, I'm told. After all, my grandfather was a famous politician with untold influence. In short, I'm the chosen one, the chosen one, the golden boy, the powerhouse of politics!
Trucy:
...And rider-of-his-grandfather's-coattails.
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. Are you blinded by my majesty? Go ahead! Bask in the resplendent glory that is me, the chosen one!
Apollo:
Um... Sure...
Atishon:
...Ah!
Atishon:
A pleasant day to you, good people of Kurain! I am Paul Atishon! It's time to reclaim the glory of Kurain, together! A convenience store on every corner, a karaoke bar in every home! A vote for Paul Atishon is a vote for a happier, hopey-er Kurain Village!
Old Man:
Turn off that infernal racket, you fool! You're a stain on your grandfather's good name!
Atishon:
Thank you, good sir! Your support is appreciated, as always!
Trucy:
I guess he's one of those people who only hears what they want to hear.
Apollo:
...In other words, he's a model politician.
Atishon:
Now where was I? Oh right, you were in the doctor's house. Just what in the world were you doing in there? Hmm?
Talk
Paul Atishon
Apollo:
Is this what you ride around in when you're campaigning?
Atishon:
That's right. It's perfect for the narrow roads and steep hills here in this village. It has a top speed of 5 miles per hour, but it suffers from serious reliability issues. Namely, these imbeciles tire out too quickly.
Staff:
*cough* *huff, puff* We'll try harder next time, sir!
Apollo:
(Poor guys... They're exhausted and covered in sweat.)
Atishon:
The Atishon family has been in politics for generations, even back in the old country.
Apollo:
Really?
Atishon:
My grandfather, Abe Atishon, was a prominent member of Congress. And he was born right here in Kurain. There isn't a person here who hasn't heard of him.
Apollo:
(All I asked about was his palanquin.)
Atishon:
You must've heard of the Atishons. I'm even reviving our old country campaigning style.
Apollo:
...Oh, um... politics aren't really my thing. Trucy?
Trucy:
I don't recall ever reading about them at school.
Atishon:
Feh... Young people today. You people really need to pay more attention to politics.
The doctor's house
Atishon:
So, what business did you people have at Dr. Buff's house?
Apollo:
He was going to transfer ownership of the Founder's Orb to us. It's a sacred relic from the Kingdom of Khura'in.
Atishon:
The Founder's Orb? So you tried to get your hands on it, did you?
Apollo:
Wait, what do you know about the orb?
Atishon:
Heh. I know that it's mine, that's what.
Apollo:
How do you figure that?
Atishon:
Because I know it's not the Founder's Orb. Its real name is the Crystal of Ami Fey. 
Apollo:
The Crystal of Ami Fey?
Atishon:
That's right. It's been passed down for generations in the Atishon family. Until it was stolen, that is. But just when I had zeroed in on the culprit, the doctor hid it away and then kicked the bucket.
Apollo:
So you're saying Dr. Buff stole your family heirloom? (That's not what Dhurke said. Strange...) But I've been told the doctor himself said that he had the "Founder's Orb."
Atishon:
It's all that weird foreigner's doing! He filled the doctor's head with nonsense! Nonsense like the Crystal of Ami Fey being the Founder's Orb.
Apollo:
"Weird foreigner"? (Could he mean...?) Is this the foreigner you're talking about?
Present Datz Are'bal profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Yes, that's him!"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Atishon:
Who's that? Wait, I know everyone around here, so this must be a new eligible voter for me!
Apollo:
Yes, wouldn't that be nice. (Because I certainly wouldn't vote for you. It seems this isn't the person he's talking about. But I can't imagine the doctor had contact with that many foreigners way out here.)
Leads back to:
"Is this the foreigner you're talking about?"
Atishon:
Yes, that's him!
Apollo:
I thought so. (Now we really have to find Datz.)
Datz (appears after "The doctor's house")
Dhurke:
Do you know where this man is now?
Atishon:
I imagine he's at the Detention Center by now. I called the authorities after I found him hiding in my dog's doghouse.
Apollo:
Whaaat?!
Dhurke:
That buffoon...
Apollo:
Well, at least we know where he is now.
Dhurke:
Let's head over to the Detention Center and see what he knows about the Founder's Orb.
Atishon:
So, you really are after my crystal. 
Apollo:
No, we're looking for the Founder's Orb, and we have an agreement to prove it.
Atishon:
Well, just so you know, you're not going to lay a finger on it. It's mine. And I intend to give it to my benefactor.
Apollo:
Your... benefactor?
Your benefactor (appears after "Datz")
My benefactor is ready to support my rise to the pinnacle of the political world. They have immense influence here, you see, and I intend to harness that influence.
Apollo:
So you're just going to give your family heirloom away to this person?
Atishon:
That's right. It's a purely political decision.
Apollo:
And in exchange, your patron will get the people of Kurain to vote for you?
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. Eminent politicians are skilled at leveraging all of their connections.
Apollo:
......... (Isn't it illegal to buy votes?) Well, good luck with that, I guess.
Atishon:
Heh, you just wait. Paul Atishon will reign supreme someday.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Apollo:
Actually, I'm a lawyer.
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. You're so shallow. Relying on your badge to impress people... What would you be without it? I petty men like you have no sense of self. Real men make their own mark in this world.
Apollo:
(Says the man who's riding on his grandfather's coattails.)
Anything else
Apollo:
What do you think about this?
Atishon:
Paul Atishon is the "squeaky-clean candidate." So if you're going to bribe me, try to be a little more subtle about it, would you?
Apollo:
Huh? I wasn't trying to bribe you.
Atishon:
"Don't accept any bribes unless they come in unmarked bills." This is but a fraction of the political wisdom my grandfather shared with me. Better luck next time.
Apollo:
(After a spin cycle or two with those bills, I bet I'D be "squeaky-clean," too.)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
May 16
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Wright Anything Agency
Leads to:
(Wright Anything Agency)
(Wright Anything Agency)
Talk
Any ideas?
Dhurke:
About that Paul Atishon fellow... He's aiming to be a councilman and beyond, as his famous grandfather once was, right? No doubt some would vote for him on the merits of his grandfather's achievements. I see a grim future for Kurain Village if someone like that is able to climb the ranks.
Apollo:
I wouldn't worry about it. Who in their right mind would vote for him with the way he's campaigning?
Dhurke:
So the more aggressively he campaigns, the less people will want to vote for him? That makes me want to get out there and help him fail.
What to do
Apollo:
We turned the doctor's study upside down, but never found the orb.
Dhurke:
Yeah, I didn't expect this to be so hard.
Trucy:
Well, I think it's fun. It's like a big old treasure hunt!
Dhurke:
That orb is the key to Khura'in's future, you know.
Trucy:
Yeah, and our office's future, too!
Apollo:
(She does realize it's not up for sale, right?)
Present
Anything else
Dhurke:
Ah, the old show-'em-and-see-what-they-say tactic. I used to try that whenever I had nothing else to say.
Apollo:
Who says I have nothing else to say?
Dhurke:
It's written all over your face.
Apollo:
Like you have anything to add right now.
May 16Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Datz:
.........
Dhurke:
.........Hey.
Datz:
Yipes!
Apollo:
What's he doing under the desk...?
Datz:
Foul cogs of the corrupt regime! I've got nothing to say to you!
Dhurke:
Datz, it's me, Dhurke.
Datz:
Oh! Dhurke! You're a sight for sore eyes! I knew you'd come save me!
Dhurke:
Well, this is another fine mess you've gotten yourself into.
Datz:
Har har har har har! My bad, my bad! ‘Least the grub here's pretty good compared to that prison back home! Ya get three squares plus a place to sleep! Why don't ya join me, Dhurke?!
Dhurke:
No thanks. They'd just send me back to Khura'in where I'd face immediate execution.
Datz:
Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be such a good idea.
Apollo:
(Looks like he's still the same, too.) ...Long time no see, Datz.
Datz:
Huh? Hey, ya look... kinda familiar... A-A-A-Apollo?! Is it really you, m'boy?! A-to-the-J, all grown up and whatnot! How've ya been?!
Apollo:
Fine. And you, Datz? You look good, besides the incarceration and all.
Datz:
...Pffffff! Haaaaar har har har har! Those horns, AJ!
Apollo:
Horns?
Datz:
They've grown up with ya, just like a stag's antlers! I can't take it!
Apollo:
*sigh* You really haven't changed a bit. Anyway, there's something we needed to talk to you about.
Datz:
Sure, pull up a chair. I've got all the time in the world. The slammer's like my second home. It's really not so bad once ya get used to it.
Trucy:
He's rather laid back for someone in police custody.
Talk
About the orb
Apollo:
Datz, was what the doctor had really the Founder's Orb?
Datz:
Absolutely positively! The doc was sure of it!
Dhurke:
Really? Because someone from the village is calling the Crystal of Ami Fey. He also claims you were filling the doctor's head with lies.
Datz:
That ain't true! The doc said he was sure it was the real deal. All his fancy research confirmed it was the Founder's Orb.
Apollo:
So then that Paul Atishon character was lying? Imagine that, a politician who lies...
Datz:
I bet he wants the orb all to himself!
Trucy:
Hmm... I wonder who's telling the truth?
Datz:
Well, take a look at this! It proves the doc believed he had the Founder's Orb!
Dhurke:
Let me see that. "I agree to hand over the Founder's Orb to the Defiant Dragons if I will come to no harm." Signed, Dr. Archie Buff.
Datz:
See, I got it all down in writing!
Dhurke:
But Datz, why does it say, "if I will come to no harm" at the end here?
Trucy:
Sounds like he was scared of you.
Apollo:
Datz, did you threaten the doctor in any way?
Datz:
No, ya got it all wrong! It was the doc's friend! HE told the old man us rebels were dangerous. It's his fault the doc thought I might hurt him!
Apollo:
Sounds like the work of that politician. He's really made a mess of things.
Orb Transfer Agreement added to the Court Record.
Reason for arrest
Dhurke:
What have you done now, Datz?
Datz:
Nothing! I'm innocent, I tell ya! It all started when this dog-faced cop tried to question me! He looked so funny, I started laughing at him. That's when they came after me. But it was hilarious, I tell ya! I mean, a human police dog? How funny is that!
Apollo:
Right... So what happened after that?
Datz:
They caught me hiding in a doghouse. Dang pooch ratted me out! I guess that's what I get for laughing at one of his doggy comrades.
Apollo:
Sounds like the dogs got the last laugh.
Dhurke:
Datz, weren't you cleared of those jailbreak charges? And your capture by Lady Kee'ra deemed unlawful?
Datz:
Yeah, but... The cops here don't seem to like me anyway.
Apollo:
What are the charges this time?
Datz:
Unauthorized entry, or something like that. They think I'm an illegal alien! And I can't prove otherwise ‘cause I lost my passport!
Trucy:
Is there any way they'd let you go?
Datz:
Not without my passport... If only I had it! Dhurke, AJ! You gotta find my passport!
Apollo:
...All right, we'll find it. (One more thing to add to our to-do list. Now, where might Datz's passport be?)
Examine
Security Camera
Apollo:
I hate the feeling of being constantly watched.
Dhurke:
Indeed. Considering my current situation, the less I'm seen, the better.
Apollo:
Well, it's not like there's an international arrest warrant out for you.
Dhurke:
True, but I seem to have made quite an international splash with that hijacking stunt. I had to sign a ton of autographs and take a load of selfies before I got to your office.
Apollo:
Wait, what?
Dhurke:
Maybe they thought the hijacking was part of some movie's promotion.
Guard
Apollo:
He's completely uninterested in us.
Dhurke:
That suits me fine. It will only complicate things if I'm recognized.
Apollo:
Right... You're known as some sort of scary terrorist who fled from Khura'in. Though, in reality, no one would believe you're the real Dhurke of legend anyway.
Microphone
Apollo:
Dhurke, why are you holding that mic?
Dhurke:
I get this strange urge to speak whenever there's a microphone before me. We, the Defiant Dragons, shall–!
Apollo:
No, stop! Stop...!!!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Datz:
Why, AJ! You've become a fine lawyer in your own right!
Apollo:
Nah, I still have a lot to learn.
Datz:
Aw, c'mon, don't be so hard on yourself. If I ever went to trial, I'd definitely want you on my side!
Apollo:
Knowing you, you'd probably skip town before the trial even started.
Founder's Orb and Orb Transfer Agreement
Datz:
The doc agreed in writing to hand the orb over to me, but he kept stalling, like he didn't  trust me or something.
Dhurke:
That scary mug of yours no doubt frightened him.
Datz:
Look who's talking!
Trucy:
Honestly, I think you're both about equally scary looking.
Apollo:
(Ouch... Both Dhurke and Datz look like they've been stabbed right in the ego.)
Anything else
Datz:
Oh, is that for me!?
Apollo:
No, I was just showing it to you.
Datz:
Anything I could use here in the slammer is more than welcome!
Apollo:
Um, Datz, the guard is giving you some serious side eye.
Datz:
Oh! About the orb's whereabouts... Maybe the doc's kid knows something!
Apollo:
The doctor has a kid?
Dat:
Yeah... A bit of a shut-in, though. The poor thing's own bedroom has become like a self-imposed prison.
Apollo:
A shut-in? Sounds like it will be a challenge just to get a conversation going.
Guard:
Time for your questioning. Follow me.
Datz:
It must be lunchtime. Today is fried chicken, if I'm not mistaken!
Guard:
You'll get your lunch IF you behave yourself.
Datz:
Dhurke, AJ. I'll see ya guys around!
Dhurke:
Our only lead now is Dr. Buff's kid. But luring a shut-in out is...
Apollo:
...Not going to be easy. I know.
May 16Kurain Village - Doctor's Study
???:
Oh, it's you again.
Ema
Looking for Mr. Wright? He was just here a second ago.
Apollo:
He was?!
Trucy:
What was Daddy doing here?
Apollo:
Good question.
Ema:
He said he was looking for something.
Apollo:
Did he say anything else?
Ema:
Let me think... Something abuot how his ride never showed up at the airport. Yes, that was it.
Apollo:
(I guess Athena really did get lost...) 
Trucy:
But what's Daddy doing all the way out here in the first place? He can't be looking for us since no one told him we'd be here.
Apollo:
Hmm...
Ema:
Well, if you're here to take another look around, be my guest. I have other work to do, so if you'll excuse me.
Apollo:
Of course. Thanks, Ema.
Dhurke:
First and foremost, we'd better find Datz's passport. We should also have a word with Dr. Buff's child.
Trucy:
Hey, is it just me... or is there something new in here?
Dhurke:
...Oh, you mean that thing? Yeah, we should take a closer look at it, too.
Apollo:
Let's not forget about Datz's passport. It should be around here somewhere.
Examine
Datz's Suitcase
Apollo:
Datz's suitcase... Maybe his passport's in there.
Trucy:
Annggh! It's no good. It's locked tight.
Apollo:
We should've asked him for the key.
Drone
Apollo:
What's this? A model helicopter?
Trucy:
Don't you know anything, Apollo? It's a drone! They're all the rage right now. I bet it belongs to the doctor's kid.
Dhurke:
We need to ask them about the orb's whereabouts.
Apollo:
Yeah, but luring out a shut-in isn't going to be easy.
Anything else
Apollo:
Nothing new here. Let's go look somewhere else.
Apollo:
What are we going to do about Datz's passport? It's probably right there inside his suitcase, but we can't get it open.
Trucy:
Why don't I take it over to Datz so he can unlock it? That way, you guys can continue looking for the orb.
Apollo:
Good thinking, Trucy!
Trucy:
Okay, here I go! ...Huh? What the...? Hrrgh...! This thing weighs a ton!
Apollo:
Let me try. ............Jeez, how can a suitcase be so heavy? Is it filled with bricks or something?
Dhurke:
Knowing Datz, he probably packed his dumbbells in there. It's certainly much too heavy to lug all the way to the detention center. Here, let me take a crack at that lock.
Apollo:
What, are you going to pick it?
*click* *click, click* *click* *click*
Dhurke:
There you go.
Apollo:
That was fast.
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha! A lock like that is child's play to me. Especially after all the wrongly imprisoned compatriots I've busted out over the years.
Apollo:
You've sure seen a lot of action for an ex-lawyer.
Dhurke:
Aaand here we go. Datz's passport.
Trucy:
I'll take it over to him.
Apollo:
Thanks, Trucy.
Trucy:
No problem! Now you guys enjoy some quality father-son treasure hunting time, okay? See you later!
Apollo:
(There she goes. I wish she wouldn't make such a big deal out of our little "family" situation.) 
Dhurke:
Father-son time, eh? Hmm... Been ages since we've had a father-son talk, huh, son?
Apollo:
Yeah, well over a decade.
Dhurke:
So, Apollo, um... how've you been?
Apollo:
Oh, uh... Fine. I'm fine, I guess.
Dhurke:
Is that so? Fine, you say? Well, fine is fine by me! Good to hear!
Apollo:
...Um, okay. ..................
Dhurke:
...........................
Apollo:
............ (Umm... So what do we talk about now...?)
Dhurke:
...Hm? Get down! Hit the dirt, son!
Apollo:
Huh? What the--? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! .........Unngh......Oof... .........
Dhurke:
Speak to me, son! Say something!
Apollo:
......Ooh... Th-that smarts...
???:
Youuuu maggots! Whattaya think yer doin', invading Buff airspace?! It'll be a scorching day in Siberia before you get past me, ya yellow-bellied yahoos!
Apollo:
Whoa! ...It can talk?! What kind of drone is this, anyw... ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!
???:
Drone, nothin'! That's Sergeant Buff to you, soldier! You got that, you lowly grunts?!
Apollo:
Oww... what the who now...?!
Dhurke:
Buff? Sounds like the doctor's son is behind the controls.
Apollo:
He's controlling this thing?
Dhurke:
Apollo, let's play along for now. At least until we can get the information we need out of him.
Apollo:
G-Got it. Um... Sergeant Buff?
Sarge:
Sergeant Buff, sir! You forgot to say, "sir"! Ain't you never seen a war movie before?!
Apollo:
Oh, right. Let me try that again. Sergeant Buff, sir!
Sarge:
Better. Much better. Now, state your name, unit, and rank, soldier!
Apollo:
Oh, um, I'm Apollo Justice. I serve at the Wright Anything Agency. And my rank is, um... fledgling lawyer? ...Sir!
Sarge:
Affirmative, Private Justice.
Apollo:
P-Private?
Sarge:
Listen up, diaper baby! Your commanding officer's orders are absolute! Disobedience means a one-way trip to the firing squad! Do I make myself clear?!
Apollo:
Oh, um... sir! Yes, sir!
Sarge:
Good, good, we might make a man out of you yet, private! Now for you, Cyclops!
Dhurke:
Huh? ...Oh, you want my name, unit, and rank, too? Um, I'm Dhurke Sahdmadhi. I comand the rebel group the Defiant Dragons, and my rank is... um... leader, sir!
Sarge:
Excellent! Welcome aboard, Komandir Dhurke! Wait a second! What's with that ridiculous mop you call a head? Soldiers should be clean cut!
Dhurke:
S-Sorry, but this is my signature look. I'm not going to-- WHOOOOOOOOOA! Fine, fine! I'll get a haircut before we ship out!
Sarge:
Listen up, you! It's kill-or-be-killed out on that battlefield. No place for leave-in conditioners. All you've got is your life, and you're lucky to have that!
Apollo:
(He's oddly obsessed with field survival for someone who never goes outdoors...)
Dhurke:
This is going to be harder than I thought, son.
Examine
Anything (Before talking to Sarge)
Apollo:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Sarge:
Don't let me catch you stepping out of line again.
Apollo:
(...Guess I'd better play along and ask what he wants.)
Ladder
Apollo:
Sarge, sir, do you ever read these books?
Sarge:
Why, of course! Soldiers must have extensive knowledge, as well as fighting prowess. I'm learning all I can each and every day in preparation for the big battle!
Apollo:
The big battle?
Sarge:
Um, you know... for when I go back to school. I'll need to be up to date on every subject. Stuff like... y'know, the latest comics and Hollywood gossip...
Apollo:
Oh, I see... (What about reading, writing and arithmetic?) Well, I'm rooting for you, Sarge!
Sarge:
Th-Thanks. I'll try my best.
Computer
Apollo:
This computer could provide some useful information. Drat. It's password protected. Dhurke, you're good at getting into places you're not supposed to.
Dhurke:
Don't look at me. I don't know the first thing about computers.
Sarge:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Leave it to me! A modern day warrior must be well-versed in technology... and have a mean, mean pride! After all, he who controls information, controls the battlefield!
*click clack click clack click clack*
Sarge:
Aaaaand I'm in!
Apollo:
Looks like modern day warriors have mean, mean keyboard skills, too.
Dhurke:
Okay, let's see what we can find.
*click clack click clack click clack*
Dhurke:
Oh, what's this...? An e-mail message? Now this is interesting. It's a research report to whoever asked the doctor to study the orb.
Sarge:
Here, I put the data on this! Take it and use it well, soldier!
E-Mail added to the Court Record.
Computer (subsequent times)
Apollo:
The doctor's computer. It contains an e-mail detailing the progress of his research.
Dhurke:
I wonder who he prepared the report for.
Glasses
Apollo:
Are these the doctor's?
Sarge:
Yes, those are Papa's reading glasses. He said he'd been having trouble reading lately. But those glasses seemed to help.
Dhurke:
Reading glasses, eh? I'll just hold on to these.
Apollo:
...Dhurke. Don't tell me you're having trouble reading, too?
Dhurke:
Perish the thought! ...I-I just don't want to leave any stone unturned.
Doctor's Reading Glasses added to the Court Record.
Raincoat
Apollo:
It's a raincoat... Hm...? It's a bit wet, and there's fresh mud on it... That must mean someone wore it recently.
Dhurke:
Indeed. Maybe even as recently as last night.
Apollo:
Sarge, did it rain here last night?
Sarge:
Negative. There wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Apollo:
Hmm... Then how did this raincoat get all muddy and wet?
Sarge:
When I saw it last evening, it looked pretty clean and dry to me.
Apollo:
That means it got like this later at night.
Dhurke:
Good eye, son. This may very well turn out to be a vital clue.
Raincoat added to the Court Record.
Statue
EX-TER-MI-NATE. EX-TER-MI-NATE. DES-TROY ALL HU-MANS.
Apollo:
What's this thing's problem...?
Sarge:
It's an OOPArt -- an our-of-place artifact. Papa won it in an online auction.
Apollo:
An online auction?
Sarge:
Yes, he said it's an alien weapon that destroyed an entire ancient civilization.
Apollo:
(...Where do I even start with an explanation like that?)
Urn
Apollo:
This urn with "Ami" painted on it looks really old. But I don't think it's going to provide any info we need.
Spiral Staircase
Apollo:
Is your room upstairs, Sarge?
Sarge:
Yes, it's the one at the end of the hall.
Dhurke:
What do you say you come out, so we can enjoy a snack together?
Sarge:
B-But...
Dhurke:
I promise we won't bite!
Sarge:
...............If you insist... ...then I'm not going to talk to you anymore!
Dhurke:
No, wait!
Apollo:
Dhurke, you'd better apologize quick.
Dhurke:
...I'm sorry for pushing.
Sarge:
V-Very well. As long as you don't do it again, I'll let it slide this one time.
Suitcase
Apollo:
It's Datz's suitcase. It's full of survival gear and questionable souvenirs. But we already got his passport, so we can leave it be for now.
Shoe Shelves
Apollo:
It's a shoe cubby. Hmm, these shoes look like they belong to Sarge and his dad. ...Ah, these boots here are a little damp!
Dhurke:
And it looks like there's something inside this one.
Apollo:
Maybe Doctor Buff wore them last night.
Dhurke:
They might lead us to where he hid the orb. Let's take a closer look.
Soles
Apollo:
There's a question mark on the bottom of this boot.
Sarge:
Papa had those custom-made for his archeological fieldwork. He had the soul of an adventurer.
Dhurke:
This boot had the "sole" of an adventurer, too.
Inside of Shoe (tied)
Apollo:
Something's giving off a soft glow inside this boot. But it's too dark in there to see what it is.
Shoe Straps
Apollo:
We might get a better look inside if we undid these straps.
Inside of Shoe (untied)
Leads to:
"It looks like some kind of glowing moss."
Apollo:
It looks like some kind of glowing moss.
Dhurke:
It could've come from wherever the doctor went last night. Must've gotten in with some of that mud.
Apollo:
It might be worth looking into... ...if it'll help us pinpoint where the doctor hid the orb.
Glowing Moss added to the Court Record.
Talk
Sergeant Buff
Apollo:
Um, are you controlling that drone from your room, sir?
Sarge:
Affirmative! But I can see everything you do from here, so... Teeen-HUT, soldier! Wipe that stupid look off your face! I'm going to whip you sheltered peaceniks into shape!
Apollo:
(With what? Your "charming" personality?)
Dhurke:
Look, it's got a camera and speakers, too.
Sarge:
And that's not all, Komandir! With these arms, I can cook and clean, too! Speaking of which... Private Justice! You're on latrine duty! Snap to it, on the double!
Apollo:
...*sigh*... As if I don't see enough of the toilet back at the office.
Sarge's Drone added to the Court Record.
Dhurke:
That thing's pretty handy. Us Defiant Dragons could use one of those.
Sarge:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yes, it is a fine piece of hardware, isn't it? I modified it especially for siege defense!
Apollo:
Siege defense...? You mean how you won't leave your room? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
Sarge:
Holing up in a stronghold to defend against an enemy is an age-old military tactic! A timeless strategy still applicable in modern warfare! I hope you're not trying to mock the wisdom of my forefathers!
Apollo:
I-I... I meant no offense. It was just an observation.
Sarge:
So the greenhorn who ain't even discharged a firearm's got something to say, does he?!
Apollo:
S-Sorry, sorry! It won't happen again, sir!
Sarge:
Darn tootin'. Now, state your intentions, soldier.
Location of the orb (appears after "Sergeant Buff")
Apollo:
We had an agreement with your father. He had promised to hand over the Founder's Orb to us.
Sarge:
What?! Papa promised you that?!
Dhurke:
He did. But he died before he could tell us where it's hidden. Now we have no idea where it is.
Sarge:
.................. ...Oh. *sniffle*
Apollo:
Hm?
Sarge:
P-Papa... Why...? Why'd you have to die?
Dhurke:
It was an unfortunate accident. And I'm sorry for your loss.
Apollo:
If it helps at all, I know how you feel, Sergeant Bu-- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! What'd I do nowww?!
Sarge:
Y-You insignificant maggot! What would an unseasoned rookie like you know about how I feel?! First I lost Mama... and now I've lost Papa!
Apollo:
You lost your mother, too?
Sarge:
She's been gone for some time now. I'm... I'm all alone now. All alone... *sniffle*
Dhurke:
...Sergeant Buff, would you tell us a little more about what happened to your mother?
Your mother (appears after "Location of the orb")
Sarge:
Mama passed away about six months ago. We were still living in our apartment in the city. Back then, I had yet to engage in my siege defense strategy.
Apollo:
(In other words, something caused him to withdraw from the world.)
Sarge:
...It was arson. It happened so suddenly... and before we knew it, our apartment was a sea of flames. Mama and I were trapped inside. But help never came. So Mama cradled me in her arms... ...kicked out a window... and jumped!
Apollo:
She did what?!
Sarge:
She was like a walkin', talkin' medal of valor, my Mama was. She delivered me safely to terra firma with a perfectly executed PLF. It's a five-point landing technique used by paratroopers to land safely on the ground.
Apollo:
(She sounds like a superhero or something.)
Sarge:
But from that height, she suffered massive injuries in order to protect me. She... She died so that I could live! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! MAMAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Apollo:
I... I don't know what to say...
Dhurke:
And the person who started the fire?
Sarge:
He was immediately apprehended. They say he was standing outside laughing while the building burned.
Dhurke:
At least justice was served. I hope that brought you some solace.
Sarge:
I've lost both my parents now. You can't possibly know how I feel! *sniffle* *sob* Mama... Papa...
Apollo:
(Poor kid. It's hard losing both your parents at such a young age. He must really feel alone now.)
Dhurke:
Apollo... I imagine you know what he's going through.
Apollo:
I do?
Dhurke:
The road to recovery begins by talking to someone who's suffered the same hardship. I know you have something that shows you understand.
Location of the Orb (after presenting "Photo of My Father")
Apollo:
Sarge, sir. Do you have any idea where the orb might be?
Sarge:
It was here in Papa's study until last night. But he said he was going to go hide it somewhere. He meantioned something about a shady character being after it.
Apollo:
Where do you think he could've hidden it?
Sarge:
Hmm... Somewhere in the village, I'd guess. He said he'd found a suitable hiding place for it.
Apollo:
So, it was here last night. That is, until he went out to hide it somewhere in the village. The only question is where?
Dhurke:
Maybe he left some clue here in his study. Let's search the place again.
Apollo:
(We should also find out more about Dr. Buff. It might steer us toward the hiding place.)
Doctor Buff (appears after "Location of the Orb")
Apollo:
So, Sarge, what was your father like?
Sarge:
Papa was as king as Mama was courageous. His whole reason for moving to the countryside was for me.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Sarge:
I initiated my siege defense strategy after Mama died. Papawas so worried about me, he moved us here to the countryside. He thought the fresh air, blue skies, and natural surroundings might alter my tactics.
Dhurke:
What a fine father.
Sarge:
He even quit his position at the university to move here.
Apollo:
He did?
Sarge:
He did. He gave up his beloved research position just for me! "A parent must be prepared to sacrifice everything for his child." That's what Papa said!
Dhurke:
...Well, I'm feeling about two inches tall right now.
Sarge:
There's no one in the world I respected more than him. But that just makes his passing all the more devastating. *sniffle, sniffle* Papa, may you continue your beloved research up there with the angels!
Present
Anything (before presenting "Photo of My Father")
Sarge:
What insubordination!
Apollo:
ARRRRRRAGH!
Sarge:
Petty trinkets have no place in Buff's army, soldier! Now drop and give me twenty!
Apollo:
(Sheesh... At least let me show the evidence before you shoot it down...)
Photo of My Father
Apollo:
Um, sergeant, sir. Would you please take a look at this?
Sarge:
What do we have here?
Apollo:
It's a photo of my father. I wasn't even a year old when he died... in a fire.
Sarge:
What?!
Dhurke:
And like your mother, he died in an arsonist's blaze. But in his final moments, he managed to save his infant son.
Sarge:
P-Private Justice, you've suffered a loss just like mine.
Apollo:
I have... and that's why I know how you feel.
Sarge:
B-But... you still have your mother, don't you?!
Apollo:
No, I lost her, too.
Sarge:
What?!
Apollo:
She disappeared after the fire. I don't know if she's still alive or dead. Heck, I don't even know what she looks like.
Sarge:
Wow...
Dhurke:
Sergeant Buff, his experience is very much like your own. If anyone can understand the sadness in your heart, it's him.
Sarge:
Rrrr... Nnngh... .............................. ATTEEEEEENSHUN!!! I salute you, Comrade Justice! You are no longer a private in the Buff Army! Henceforth, you will be a corporal!
Apollo:
Corporal?
Dhurke:
Congratulations on your promotion, Corporal Justice!
Apollo:
...I'm just glad that seemed to cheer him up a bit.
Sarge:
Now, comrade, let's toast to your new stripes! And call me Sarge! Don't be shy! We're a band of brothers now! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Dhurke:
Now's our chance, corporal! Ask him about the Founder's Orb.
Apollo:
(Dhurke's getting waaaaay too much of a kick out of this.)
Photo of My Father (subsequent times)
Sarge:
Corporal Justice... you shoulder a bitter past.
Apollo:
You've been through quite a lot yourself, Sarge.
Sarge:
...Corporal, if I may... um...
Apollo:
Yes?
Sarge:
...Well... um... it doesn't have to be that often, but... W-W-Would you mind coming over from time to time?
Apollo:
You want me to visit you?
Sarge:
O-Only if you want to, of course!
Apollo:
...Sure. I'll come by, and I'll even bring along my coworkers, Sarge.
Sarge:
R-Really?! Yaaaaaay! Our band of  brothers continues to grow in rank! Ha ha ha ha!
Dhurke:
...Nice work, son. Glad to see you haven't changed one bit.
Apollo:
(What's that supposed to mean?)
Attorney's Badge
Sarge:
What's that?
Apollo:
It's my attorney's badge, sir!
Sarge:
You mean like a medal?! What act of valor earned you such an honor?
Apollo:
I rescued my clients from those who would brand them as guilty, sir!
Sarge:
A heroic act, indeed!
Apollo:
Thank you for your kind words, sir! (This whole "sir" thing is getting real old, real quick.)
Study Photo & Research Notes
Sarge:
Why...? Why did Papa have to fall in battle?
Apollo:
(He's putting on a brave face, but he's still just a child.)
Sarge:
In honor of Papa's heroic sacrifice...  let us march on, comrade! To victory!
Apollo:
Huh?! I-I mean, sir! Yes, sir!
Dhurke:
Are you two seriously bent on waging war against that bookcase?
Sarge's Drone
Apollo:
It looks like you can do everything by yourself.
Sarge:
Indeed! I can even cook and build things whenever I want!
Apollo:
So there's really no reason for you to leave your room, huh.
Sarge:
Yes, but there is still one gaping hole in my siege defense. ...Going to the bathroom.
Apollo:
When nature calls, it's best not to fight it.
Sarge:
Yes, all great tacticians will say never wage a battle you have no hope of winning.
Anything else
Apollo:
Please take a look at this.
Sarge:
Let me ask you something, Corporal Justice! How does that aid you on the battlefield?!
Apollo:
Um, well, if you count the courtroom as a battlefield, it's a fairly useful weapon.
Sarge:
Good answer! A military man must know his weapons inside and out! Keep up the good work, corporal!
Apollo:
S-Sir, yes, sir! (I guess that's all he has to say about that.)
Apollo:
Okay, let's go over what we've learned so far. Wherever it was that Dr. Buff went, he needed a raincoat. And it was somewhere where this glowing moss grows. Any ideas where that might be, Sarge?
Sarge:
Negative, comrade. I hate to say my intel's a little thin on this one. I've been occupied with my siege defense strategy ever since we moved to the village.
Dhurke:
Well, son, it seems we have no other choice. We'll have to ask the locals if they know of a place like that.
Move
Kurain Village
Leads to:
May 16
Kurain Village
May 16Kurain VillageApollo:
Ugh. It feels like somebody's watching me, and it's really creeping me out. Oh, it's just Paul Atishon's campaign posters. When did he put these up? (Whatever. I've got more important things to be paying attention to.)
Dhurke:
What great weather! It really lifts the spirits. I know! After our little treasure hunt, what do you say we go hunting, son?
Apollo:
Hunting? We used to do that a lot...didn't we?
Dhurke:
Just look at that mountain. I bet there are some feisty wild boars up there!
Apollo:
I...think I'll pass...but thanks.
Dhurke:
Oh, so hunting's a no-go. Um, well...I guess that wild boar stew will have to wait, then. .........Hm? Apollo, something seems different from the last time we were here.
Apollo:
Uh... You mean the posters?
Dhurke:
No, not those.
Apollo:
(What's he talking about...? Guess I should take a look around myself.)
Talk
Any ideas?
Dhurke:
That poor child... How is he going to survive all on his own?
Apollo:
Yeah, it's not like he can go out grocery shopping on his own. We should drop off some food later.
Dhurke:
No, that would only make it worse. We should be encouraging him to come out on his own. Once his food runs out, he'll have to leave the house if he wants to eat.
Apollo:
Talk about your old-school siege tactics. Sounds more like you want to starve him out...
What to do
Apollo:
Um...
Dhurke:
Yes? What is it?
Apollo:
............
Dhurke:
............
Apollo:
(Talk about an awkward silence. I have no idea what to say.) ............ (Yeah... I've got nothing.)
Dhurke:
Aw, come on, son! Don't tell me you've got nothing!
Examine
Paul Atishon election posters
Apollo:
When did Paul Atishon have a chance to put up all these election posters?
Old Man:
That fool keeps stickin' 'em on our houses! He's a disgrace to his distinguished heritage!
Apollo:
He's doing this without permission?
House
Apollo:
A thatched roof... First time I've ever seen one in real life.
Dhurke:
It looks just like the traditional thatched roofs they use In Japan. All we need now are some samurai with topknots, a few ninjas, and a cuddly mascot.
Apollo:
When was the last time you were in Japan?
Bus stop
Apollo:
 (A phone booth and a bus stop made of wood. They both look really old. You hardly ever see phone booths in the city anymore.)
Dhurke:
Apollo... what's this glass box for?
Apollo:
 (I guess you hardly see them in Khura'in, too.)
Mountains
Dhurke:
Seeing those mountains really takes me back. I remember when we used to live high in the mountains to escape from the government.
Apollo:
So, you don't live there anymore?
Dhurke:
Nope. I needed a more convenient place to lead the revolution from. But that old mountain hut is still there.
Apollo:
 (Man, I miss that hut...)
Dhurke:
What, are you getting homesick, Apollo? You can come on back to Khura'in anytime, you know?
Apollo:
N-No, no, I'm fine. Besides, I've got a lot on my plate here...
Boulder
Apollo:
There's a big boulder towering into the sky over there. According to the sign, it's called the "Kurain Boulder." It also says that a spirit dwells within it. Hmm... A rock with a spirit in it?
Dhurke:
It's called animism -- the belief that spirits dwell within inanimate objects. They've probably enshrined this boulder as a sacred object. Their tradition of worshipping such objects is similar to our tradition in Khura'in.
Apollo:
I-Interesting...  (Who knew Dhurke could make sense every once in a while?)
Canvas
Leads to:
Apollo: 
What do we have here? It looks like an unfinished picture... like something a little kid might paint.
Apollo:
What do we have here? It looks like an unfinished picture... like something a little kid might paint.
Dhurke:
Hmm, you're right. But I can't quite tell what it's of.
Apollo:
I think it's supposed to be nighttime, but what's that thing on the left?
Dhurke:
Um... A monster, or some kind of alien, perhaps? In any case, it's a pretty poor excuse for a drawing.
Apollo:
Well, what did you expect from a little kid?
???:
A... little kid... ?
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, it's you, Pearl!
Pearl:
Why, Mr. Apollo, is that you? What a pleasant surprise! It's been quite some time. How have you been?
Apollo:
Fine, thanks. You're looking good too, Pearl.
Dhurke:
Aren't you going to introduce me, son?
Apollo:
Of course. This is Pearl Fey. She's a spirit medium here in Kurain Village. Pearl, this is Dhurke, my umm... client.
Pearl:
Hello, sir. Pleased to meet you. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.
Dhurke:
Nice to meet you, too. And what a polite little girl you are!
Pearl:
...Um, actually... I'm a high-schooler.
Dhurke:
Whoops! Sorry about that! So, you're a spirit medium? Does that mean you can channel spirits, then?
Pearl:
Yes. I'm still in training, though. But I'm well-versed in the art of spirit channeling.
Dhurke:
Well now, isn't that something! I mean, back in my country, our little princess hasn't channeled a single spirit yet! Pretty impressive, young lady!
Pearl:
Oh, but compared to Mystic Maya, there is so much more I must learn!
Apollo:
Mystic Maya? Oh, right, Maya Fey... Mr. Wright's former courtroom assistant. He told me all about her. She's a spirit medium, too, if memory serves.
Pearl:
Yes, she's an amazing medium. And soon, she'll be the next lead of the Fey clan, too!
Apollo:
(Mediums and spirit channeling... I've heard all about it from Mr. Wright. He said that mediums will even physically become the person they're channeling. I wonder if even little Pearl would turn into a hulking giant if she hand to channel one...)
Pearl:
I hope you don't mind me asking, but what brings you all the way out here, Mr. Apollo?
Apollo:
Oh, just a small matter to take care of.
Pearl:
...Wait, would it happen to be the matter Mr. Edgeworth is looking into?
Apollo:
Prosecutor Edgeworth? What's he doing here?
Pearl:
Oh, so it's a different matter, then? Because I just saw him a moment ago. He appeared to be searching for something.
Apollo:
Oh? Hmm... (Mr. Edgeworth is a friend of Mr. Wright's, and the district's chief prosecutor. Why would HE be here in Kurain? Well, no point obsessing over it.) Come to think of it, you live here in Kurain Village, don't you, Pearl?
Pearl:
Yes, I was born and raised here.
Dhurke:
This is perfect, Apollo. Let's ask the young lady if she knows where the doctor might have gone last night.
Apollo:
I was thinking the exact same thing. (Maybe I should show her what we found in the doctor's study.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Pearl:
Hee hee. Seeing you present your badge like that... ...reminds me of when I used to investigate cases alongside Mr. Nick.
Apollo:
You used to help Mr. Wright all the time, I hear.
Pearl:
That I did! Doing so helped me expand mu horizons beyond this tiny little village. So please, Mr. Apollo! If there's anything I can help you with, you just let me know!
Apollo:
I will. (What I'd really like is her help with cleaning the office again.)
Glowing Moss
Apollo:
Pearl, do you have any idea where this moss might grow?
Pearl:
That looks like... Mitama Moss. It grows on Mt. Mitama, and gives off a soft glow in the dark.
Apollo:
Mt. Mitama?
Pearl:
See that mountain over there? That's Mt. Mitama.
Dhurke:
And how would one get there?
Pearl:
You can take a bus from that bus stop over there. ...Um, may I ask why you're so interested in that moss?
Apollo:
Well, Dr. Buff was supposed to give us something. But it seems he hid it somewhere last night.
Pearl:
H-He did? Maybe that's why he, um...
Apollo:
Pearl? Do you know something that might help us?
Pearl:
Um, well...
Apollo:
(Sounds like I'd better find out what she knows.)
Anything else
Pearl:
Oh, um... Sorry, I wish I could help, but...
Apollo:
No, don't worry about it! I'm sorry I wasted your time like that.
Pearl:
Um... At least let me offer you some tea. I mean, you must be tired from all your investigating.
Pearl:
Oh, no, you don't have to do that. We'll be just fine, thank you. (She's so polite, it's hard NOT to feel rude around her.)
Talk
Kurain Village
Dhurke:
What a peaceful place. Ahh... Nothing beats mountain air.
Pearl:
Many of the villagers have left for the city, but I just love it here. Blue skies, lush forests, star-filled skies at night, and fireflies in the summer. Plus, the big, beautiful, blue ocean is just beyond that mountain!
Dhurke:
The ocean?! What do you say we go for a swim, son?
Apollo:
...Oh, um... I think I'll pass. (Besides, I can't swim.) ...Um, Pearl? Kurain Village is like, "the home of spirit mediums," right?
Pearl:
Yes, and I'm a part of a long line of mediums.
Apollo:
I've never seen a channeling before, but... ...is it possible to channel the spirit of anyone who's passed away?
Pearl:
No, not just anyone. You must know their face and true name.
Apollo:
Really? You can channel a spirit just by knowing their face and name? That's an amazing ability.
Pearl:
It is, but it can only be learned by those with a gift occurring in certain bloodlines... ...and years of intense training. At present, Mystic Maya and I are the only ones in our village who can channel spirits.
Dhurke:
Looks like spirit mediums are highly valued here, much like they are back in Khura'in.
Pearl:
I heard there used to be many more of us a long time ago...:
...but now, we are in very short supply. Most of the women nowadays don't want to stay; they want the thrill of the big city.
Apollo:
Yeah, well, you guys aren't exactly close to any shopping malls or nightclubs out here. But what about you? Are you NOT interested in things like that?
Pearl:
W-Who, me? Well, I... I wouldn't mind a new outfit or two, and, well... Oh, never mind.
Apollo:
It's okay, Pearl. You are at that age, after all.
Paul Atishon (appears after "Kurain Village")
Apollo:
Oh! We met this weirdo earlier named Paul Atishon. Do you know anything about him?
Pearl:
Yes, he's been campaigning a lot around here lately. And the noise he's been making has become quite a problem. People are especially upset that he's campaigning at all hours of the night and day.
Dhurke:
Hmm, well... The local police should arrest him for disturbing the peace.
Pearl:
Unfortunately, there's little they can do because the Atishon family is so powerful.
Apollo:
(...Well, isn't HE the proverbial pampered provincial prince.) He seems pretty intent on winning here in Kurain. Is there some special reason why?
Pearl:
I'm not sure, but I have an idea. The spirit mediums of Kurain once held considerable sway in the political world. Judging by his slogan, maybe that's what he's after.
Apollo:
Great, so he's just another politician seeking powerful connections...
Dhurke:
The ability to commune with the dead gives comfort to those anxious about the future. Tiny Khura'in has preserved its independence by the queen's power of spirit channeling. It must play a similar role in this village.
Pearl:
Yes. Even today, many here revere those with spirit medium blood flowing in their veins.
Apollo:
So basically, as Paul Atishon's benefactor goes, so goes the whole village? (Who is this benefactor? Who could hold this much sway over Kurain Village?)
Where the doctor went (appears after presenting Glowing Moss)
Apollo:
Pearl... Do you have any idea where Dr. Buff might've gone last night?
Pearl:
Umm... Well...
Apollo:
.........
Pearl:
...Uhh, about that... ...All I know is Dr. Buff was somewhere on Mt. Mitama.
Apollo:
...! (My bracelet...! It's reacting! Which means that Pearl is hiding something from me.) 
Bracelet
Percieve left thumb twitching on "Mt. Mitama."
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Pearl, you seem anxious around the topic of Mt. Mitama."
Percieve wrong area
Apollo:
Apollo:
Pearl, you seem uneasy about something.
Pearl:
Anyone would feel uneasy being stared at like that!
Apollo:
Huh? But I...!
Dhurke:
I'd be unnerved, too. I mean, your eyes are practically popping out of your head.
Apollo:
I-I get it. I'll tone it down a little. (Guess I was wrong.) 
Leads back to:
"...All I know is Dr. Buff was somewhere on Mt. Mitama."
Apollo:
Pearl, you seem anxious around the topic of Mt. Mitama. I could tell because you'd rub your thumb over a splotch of dried paint as you said it.
Pearl:
Oh! U-Um, well...!
Apollo:
That nighttime painting is yours, isn't it?
Pearl:
.........! ...This is so embarrassing. As you saw, I'm not a very good artist. But that picture has nothing to do with Dr. Buff!
Apollo:
I'm not so sure about that. In fact, I'm going to guess that while you were out here painting last night... ...you actually saw the good doctor heading out to Mt. Mitama from the bus stop.
Pearl:
N-No! I-I didn't see anything like that! I swear!
Apollo:
...No, I'm positive you saw the doctor. After all, he's right here in your picture.
Present figure wearing raincoat
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Y-You think that's the doctor?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
See? Isn't the doctor right there?
Pearl:
Really? That doesn't look like him to me.
Apollo:
Well, I guess it IS pretty abstract.
Pearl:
Oh... Is it really that hard to make out? Er, what I mean is, it has nothing to do with Dr. Buff! After all, I never even saw him that night!
Leads back to:
"...No, I'm positive you saw the doctor. After all, he's right here in your picture."
Pearl:
Y-You think that's the doctor? I may not be a very good artist, but at least I know how to draw a person!
Apollo:
Okay, if this isn't a person, then what is it?
Pearl:
Er... Th-That's a... a rain spirit!
Apollo:
.........
Pearl:
..................
Apollo:
...Um, and what's a rain spirit doing at a bus stop?
Pearl:
Oh, umm, rain spirits have places to go, too!
Apollo:
........ (This is getting ridiculous.) Sorry, Pearl, but you're not a very good liar. That is Dr. Buff, and this piece of evidence proves it!
Present Raincoat
Apollo:
Leads to:
"This is the raincoat we found in the doctor's study."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Pearl:
The only thing I'm guilty of is being a terrible artist. But you're taking advantage of that to claim the picture is something it's not!
Apollo:
N-No no, it's... (...totally like that, but...)
Pearl:
That isn't a person! It's a rain spirit, I tell you!
Apollo:
No, Pearl, that isn't a rain spirit.
Leads back to:
"That is Dr. Buff, and this piece of evidence proves it!"
Apollo:
This is the raincoat we found in the doctor's study. It's still wet and muddy, so we know that someone wore it last night. Now, let's see how this pattern is the same as the "rain spirit" in your picture?
Pearl:
...Ah!
Apollo:
You didn't see a rain spirit last night. You saw Dr. Buff wearing this raincoat!
Pearl:
Ah!
...I... I'm sorry. I know I'm not supposed to lie, but...
Where the doctor went (after Perceive)
Pearl:
I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, Mr. Apollo, but I did see the doctor last night.
Apollo:
It's all right. Just, please, tell me everything you know.
Pearl:
...Of course. I was painting out here last night... when the doctor came up to the bus stop. He was wearing a raincoat, even though it wasn't raining, and a helmet with a light on it. 
Apollo:
Sounds like he was well-prepared for something.
Pearl:
I know. That's why I asked him if he was going off exploring again. He looked startled, like he hadn't noticed me there. And then, he suddenly said... "Please don't tell anyone you saw me here."
Pearl:
Why would he want to silence you like that?
Dhurke:
Something must've happened to spook him. And he didn't want anyone to know where he was going to hide the orb.
Apollo:
But where could he have been going dressed like that?
Pearl:
My best guess is a cave somewhere on Mt. Mitama. I heard there's a cave there where mediums of the Kurain tradition went to train long ago. Legend has it, there are some sort of mystical ruins in there. 
Apollo:
Mystical ruins? Sounds like the exact sort of place an archeologist might go.
Apollo:
Well, we should get going now, but thanks for all your help, Pearl.
Pearl:
You're welcome, Mr. Apollo. Take care.
Dhurke:
What do you say we go find that cave, son? I sense that the orb might finally be within our grasp.
Apollo:
This treasure hunt is shaping up to be the real deal.
Dhurke:
Hah hah hah. Really gets the blood pumping, doesn't it?! Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!
May 16Mt. Mitama - Cave EntranceApollo:
Whew, I'm all out of breath.
Dhurke:
Aw, come on, that was nothing. And you're so much younger than me.
Apollo:
I, uh... *huff* *puff* ...don't normally get this much exercise... *cough* *sputter*
Dhurke:
Need a break?
Apollo:
N-No, I'm fine. *huff* *puff*
Dhurke! Look! There's Mitama Moss growing in that cave over there.
Dhurke:
This must be where the doctor was last night. Let's take a look inside.
May 16Mt. Mitama - Cave
Apollo:
............ I can't see a thing.
Dhurke:
Relax. Your eyes will adjust eventually. Now, follow me.
Apollo:
I-I really think we need a flashlight, Dhurke.
Dhurke:
Should've brought one along then, son.
???:
...Here, use mine.
Apollo:
Thanks! Wait, were you holding out on me?
Dhurke:
Um... who are you talking to, Apollo?
Apollo:
...You...? Whoa! (Someone just pushed me!)
Dhurke:
Apollo? What the--?! Apollo! Ah... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Apollo:
Oww...
Dhurke:
Are you all right, son?
Apollo:
Y-Yeah... Looks like someone got the drop on us.
Dhurke:
Quite literally.
Apollo:
But who--? I mean, we could've died from that fall!
Dhurke:
I don't know... Hmm... But I don't think we'll be getting out the way we came in. Looks like we're in a pretty deep cave. Nothing to do but press on, son.
Apollo:
How can you even see in here?
Dhurke:
...Come on, let's go.
Apollo:
H-Hey, wait! (One false step and we're dead... What in the world should we do...?)
Wait here
Apollo:
How about we wait for help to come?
Dhurke:
And how are we to call for said help, hmm?
Apollo:
With my phone, obviously. I'll just-- Argh...! Of course we're in a dead zone... *sigh*
Dhurke:
Guess that's that.
Apollo:
(Just great...)
Leads back to:
"(What in the world should we do...?)"
Go forward
Leads to:
"I guess we keep going."
Climb back up
Apollo:
Let's try climbing back up.
Dhurke:
Can you even see the wall in front of you?
Apollo:
...No...
Dhurke:
Well, I can tell you it's far too steep.
Apollo:
You never know until you try! Here goes nothing! Hrrrgh... Annngh...
Dhurke:
Your loud voice may move mountains... ...but you've barely moved an inch, son.
Apollo:
(Argh!)
Leads back to:
"(What in the world should we do...?)"
Apollo:
I guess we keep going. There must've been some path for Dr. Buff to follow when he came to hide the orb.
Dhurke:
Right. By the way, it looks like our attacker left us with this useful parting gift.
Apollo:
From lawyer to spelunker... How do I always get myself into these situations...? We're never going to make it out alive, I hope you know.
Dhurke:
Don't tell me you're scared, son. We're just getting started. The greatest treasures are only ever found at the point of a blade, or the edge of a cliff.
Apollo:
Yeah, sure... If I'd known I'd wind up at the bottom of some dark, damp cave... ...I would've never taken your request, Dhurke.
Dhurke:
Save your breath, Apollo. Just keep putting one foot ahead of the other.
Apollo:
There'd really better be a way out of here.
Dhurke:
We'll find one before you know it. You'll see.
.................................
.................................
May 16Mt. Mitama - Cave
Apollo:
*huff* *puff*
We've been walking for over an hour. It's like a maze in here. I couldn't go back to where we started if I wanted to.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah... This cave goes deeper than I thought.
Apollo:
Wait, don't tell me there really is no way out...
Apollo:
...Where there's a will, there's a way.
Apollo:
Ever the optimist, aren't you... (Maybe we should cut our losses while we still can...)
Forge ahead
Leads to:
"(Even if we were to turn back, we wouldn't make it up that wall of solid rock.)"
Turn back
Apollo:
I seriously think we're going to get completely turned around if we go any further, Dhurke. I mean, we don't even know if there's a way out up ahead.
Dhurke:
But we DO know we can't climb up that wall.
Apollo:
Yeah, but...
Dhurke:
I still know the way back from here. Don't worry, son. We can always go back there any time we want.
Apollo:
I-If you say so. (Famous last words if I've ever heard some...)
Leads back to:
"(Maybe we should cut our losses while we still can...)"
Put my foot down
Apollo:
I'm not taking another step, Dhurke!
Dhurke:
Come on, now... Be reasonable...
Apollo:
No! I'm done, and that's final.
Dhurke:
I remember when you used to throw tantrums like this.
Apollo:
W-Well, I'm not a child anymore!
Dhurke:
There, there! It's okay. Daddy'll buy anything you want once we get home, son.
Apollo:
(...I'd better quit while I still have some manhood left to salvage... But it doesn't seem like Dhurke's about to quit any time soon. Even still...)
Leads back to:
"(Maybe we should cut our losses while we still can...)"
Apollo:
(Even if we were to turn back, we wouldn't make it up that wall of solid rock. So, I guess we keep going.) ............*sigh* How did I get stuck wandering around in a dark cave again? It's definitely not in my job description.
Dhurke:
Heh heh. Listen, son. Only the truly accomplished have the luxury of being so choosy. When I was just starting out, I did everything from street performing to yak milking.
Apollo:
And... that helped you become an accomplished attorney, how?
Dhurke:
It didn't. But when you need to make a living, you'll take on any job just to survive. ...Say, how IS your career going, by the way?
Apollo:
Well, it's been a harrowing adventure so far, to say the least. My first trial really put me through the wringer. And my next case had me investigating a pair of stolen panties. And just when I was hitting my stride, this one prosecutor branded me as "Herr Forehead." Oh, and there's this other, ridiculous prosecutor who wields a samurai sword.
Dhurke:
...Sounds like you've, um... seen quite a bit.
Apollo:
You're telling me.
Dhurke:
...Listen, Apollo... I'm, uh, I'm sorry I didn't contact you for so long.
Apollo:
............It's fine, Dhurke. What happened, happened.
Dhurke:
...Hm? Careful, the ground doesn't feel as solid here.
Apollo:
What? Yikes! The cave floor's collapsing!
Dhurke:
Argh! Not agaaaain!
Apollo:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!
May 16??????:
Hey, Apollo. Can you hear me?
Apollo:
...Unngh.
(.........Dhurke?)
Huh? Where are we? Whoa! What is this place?!
Dhurke:
I was shocked, too. These ruins look really old.
Apollo:
It's not exactly something you'd expect to find in the middle of a cave system, that's for sure. Maybe the doctor hid the orb here? I mean, those look like footprints over there.
Dhurke:
Son, I think our little adventure is about to pay dividends! Time to find that orb!
Talk
Any ideas?
Apollo:
I wonder what this place was for before it was... well, ruins.
Dhurke:
I'm guessing it was a place for spirit mediums to perform their rites. But earthquakes and the changing landscape eventually buried it.
Apollo:
If you're right, that would mean that it hasn't been used in ages.
Examine
Plastic bottle
Apollo:
What's a plastic bottle doing here?
Dhurke:
There's seaweed stuck to it, which means it probably came from the ocean. Hmm... It's possible this cavern is connected to the sea somehow.
Driftwood
Apollo:
Driftwood? How'd that get in here?
Dhurke:
By drifting on in, I'd assume. The only question is, from where?
Back of the cave
Apollo:
So that's the hole we fell through. Doesn't look like we'll be going back that way. We're lucky we survived the fall from way up there.
Dhurke:
Indeed. If that hole hadn't been above the lake, we'd be history. You passed out the moment you hit the water.
Apollo:
Yeah, well, water's not really my thing.
Dhurke:
Hmm, this cavern is solid rock all around. Looks like we either go back through that hole...
...or find some other way out.
Apollo:
Ugh. Why am I always between a rock and a hard place?
Stone altar
Apollo:
It's a big stone altar. One false move, and some god might come and smite us.
Dhurke:
Oh, come on. It's not all doom and gloom.
Apollo:
...I dare you to look at our surroundings and say that again, Dhurke.
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! You've got me there, son.
Apollo:
 (Dear gods, please smite me now.)
Lake
Apollo:
This lake looks really deep. I can't even see the bottom.  (A bottomless lake in the depths of a mountain cave system. My blood runs cold at the thought of falling in there.)
Dhurke:
The water... It's salty. This lake may very well lead to the ocean.
Apollo:
Didn't Pearl mention something about the ocean? ...Like how it's on the other side of the mountain? Can't imagine she meant it literally.
Footprints
Apollo:
These have gotta be the doctor's footprints. They match the bottoms of the boots we saw in his study.
Dhurke:
So he made it all the way down here. Hmm... The water's washed and most of them away, but his footprints are everywhere.
Apollo:
Really? 'Cause these are the only sets I see.
Dhurke:
He must've been looking for something. ...Ah. Those prints... They're coming out of that lake.
Apollo:
Hey, you're right. But that would mean Dr. Buff came walking out of the water.
Box on the altar
Apollo:
This box looks pretty new. I'm guessing... the doctor's the one who brought it down here.
Dhurke:
It's no good. It's locked tight.
Apollo:
There's no way to open it?
Dhurke:
Doesn't look like it. There isn't even a keyhole. Which means... there must be a trick to opening it. We'll have to figure it out if we want to see what's inside.
Dhurke:
Let's sum up what we know so far. The orb is almost definitely inside this box contraption that we can't open. As for this cave, there doesn't seem to be any way out.
Apollo:
Nnrgh... We're THIS close to the orb...
Dhurke:
Aww, come now, son. Don't be like that. It's just a bit of bad luck. That's all.
Apollo:
A bit? Murphy called. He wants his law back.
Dhurke:
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, right? Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(How can he laugh at a time like this?)
Dhurke:
We're stuck here for now, so we might as well try to open this thing.
Apollo:
Okay, let's see what we're dealing with.
Examine button
Apollo:
There's a big button here. ...Huh. Nothing happened.
Examine pictures
Apollo:
This thing is covered with pictures. And, hey! Each section also rotates!
Dhurke:
Take a look at this, son. See the picture of a dragon battling a tiger? And this green and purple one... ...is of a Khura'inese butterfly and a mitamah.
Apollo:
...I wonder if they're clues for figuring out how to open this box.
After examining button and pictures:
Dhurke:
It appears this box uses a picture-based combination lock. We'll have to arrange the pictures on each side in the correct sequence.
Apollo:
Let's see... There's the dragon and tiger fight, a Khura'inese butterfly with a mitamah...
Dhurke:
...And a number of pictures, too.
Apollo:
Dhurke, I was thinking... Maybe we should check the evidence we've collected so far. I think we have something that just might help us open it.
Dhurke:
You read my mind, son.
Apollo:
I think this will help us open the puzzle box.
Present Research Notes
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Dr. Buff's research notes mention the Song of Ceremony."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Dhurke:
I don't see how that would help us.
Apollo:
Really? (Guess that wasn't it.)
Dhurke:
There's a dragon and tiger fighting, and a Khura'inese butterfly with a mitamah. We've gotta have something related to those things, don't we?
Apollo:
Hmm...
Leads back to:
"I think this will help us open the puzzle box."
Apollo:
Dr. Buff's research notes mention the Song of Ceremony. Maybe its lyrics and the pictures on the box correspond somehow. 
Dhurke:
I think you're on to something, son.
Apollo:
Okay, let's give it a shot. Each dial has six pictures and there are four dials in all. The box should open once the pictures are arranged in the right order. Funky puzzle box... here comes Justice!
Confirm tiger and dragon picture on top row, Khura'inese butterfly and mitamah picture on middle-top row, praying people and Holy Mother picture halves on middle-bottom row, and Holy Mother's spiritual blessing picture on bottom row
Leads to:
"It opened!"
Confirm incorrect combination
Apollo:
It won't open.
Dhurke:
Maybe the pictures aren't in the right order. The case should open if the pictures are arranged properly, but...
Apollo:
I know. I should carefully consider which part of the song corresponds to which picture.
Apollo:
It opened! So this is the Founder's Orb...
Dhurke:
We did it, son! The orb is finally ours!
Founder's Orb updated in the Court Record.
Dhurke:
At last, the Founder's Orb is ours! And it's all thanks to you, son! Well done! Then again, I'd expect nothing less from my boy!
Apollo:
Oh, uh, ha ha. It's no big deal.
Dhurke:
Don't sell yourself short! You may think it's nothing, but your insights and reasoning led us here. And I'd say that's truly impressive!
Apollo:
I don't know about that, ha ha ha.
Dhurke:
All those battles you fought in the courtroom have shaped you into the man you are today. And I couldn't be prouder!
Apollo:
...W-Will you cut it out, already? (...Before I turn into a sun-ripened tomato.)
Dhurke:
With this orb, I can finally deliver a fatal blow to the Ga'ran regime. Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
So, how exactly do you plan on using it? You're not going to try to become a spirit medium, are you?
Dhurke:
Don't be ridiculous. I don't need supernatural powers like that.
Apollo:
So then, are you going to use it as a bargaining chip with Queen Ga'ran? Like demanding she abolishes the Defense Culpability Act?
Dhurke:
Well, the thought had crossed my mind, but the main thing is returning this to the Kingdom of Khura'in. After all, as a sacred relic of Khura'inism, that is where it belongs.
Apollo:
Really? That's all you wanted to do?
Dhurke:
Mm-hm. Because my true objective has always been to find out who asked Dr. Buff to study it and why.
Apollo:
I'm not sure I follow.
Talk
The orb's significance
Dhurke:
The official story is that the orb was stolen from the Tehm'pul Temple treasure room.
Apollo:
Yeah, I heard about that on the news. They also said your group was behind the theft.
Dhurke:
That's not good... We're probably on an international most-wanted list now. ...Let me ask you something, Apollo: Who do YOU think really stole the orb?
Apollo:
Umm, I really haven't a clue.
Dhurke:
Well, I think it was one of the royals.
Apollo:
Really? Someone from the royal family?
Dhurke:
Yeah, and I've got a pretty good idea which one it was.
Apollo:
(He knows who it is?) Care to share your hunch?
Dhurke:
All I'll say at this point is this: Security is pretty tight, but the royals have unfettered access to the treasure room. Plus, they seem to be turning a blind eye to the orb's loss.
Apollo:
But why would a member of the royal family do that?
Dhurke:
...That, I haven't figured out yet. But whatever the reason, it can't be good. I mean, a Khura'inese royal stealing a national treasure of such religious significance? And then pinning the crime on us, the Defiant Dragons?
Apollo:
Sounds like a conspiracy or something.
Dhurke:
I agree. And if the truth were to come to light, it would be a scandal of epic proportions. To allow a foreign national to study a treasure so sacred that it's off limits to the public... It would be seen as an utter sacrilege to those who truly revere the Holy Mother.
Apollo:
So if this were to go public, support for the Ga'ran regime would weaken.
Dhurke:
But that's not all. This is just a hunch, but I believe there's something even bigger here. Something that would explain why the orb was being studied in the first place. Something that would shake the Kingdom of Khura'in to its very core. And I'm going to find out what.
Apollo:
(.........He's probably right. His intuition is usually spot on.) Dhurke, why are you so bent on revolution, anyway? Is it to reform the legal system in Khura'in?
Dhurke:
There's that. But I'm  also doing this for my children... I want to save Nahyuta.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Dhurke:
...This is for your ears only. It's the other reason why this revolution needs to succeed.
Nahyuta (appears after "The orb's significance")
Apollo:
Nahyuta... I never thought that our reunion would take place in a courtroom.
Dhurke:
Oh, so you've run into each other already.
Apollo:
Yeah, but it was like he was a different person. He used to be such a kind, cheerful kid -- always smiling and stuff. But now... He tried to convict Trucy for a crime she didn't even commit. Plus, he kept telling me I had a "putrid mind" and to "let it go, and move on."
Dhurke:
Has it really gotten that bad? It must be Ga'ran's influence. He wasn't like that when he first stepped into the courtroom. Back then, he still had a keen sense of justice.
"I vow to bring the Ga'ran regime down and reform the legal system."
Dhurke:
That's what he swore to do... but that was also five years ago. He'd been the shining star of the Defiant Dragons, and our greatest hope.
Apollo:
Wait, Nahyuta was a Dragon?
Dhurke:
He was. But these days, he's more like Ga'ran's lapdog.
Apollo:
Talk about a complete about-face. Why would he do that?
Dhurke:
Something must have happened to him. Something that sparked a radical change. Still... I don't think he truly believes in the new path he's taken. It's not conviction that fills his heart; it's resignation and despair.
Apollo:
I-I see...
Dhurke:
...The only thing I know for sure is... Nahyuta is suffering... and he is suffering in silence.
Apollo:
Nahyuta... is suffering...?
Dhurke:
Yes. He knows the rightful state of Khura'in's legal system, but something forces him to bend to Ga'ran's will, and it's tearing him apart.
Apollo:
But it's been five years. Do you really think he even still wants to reform the legal system?
Dhurke:
...As long as he carries what I've taught him in his heart, I do.
Dhurke's teachings (appears after "Nahyuta")
Apollo:
"A dragon never yields." ...That's what you always told us.
Dhurke:
That I did. It's a belief I've held since back when I was lawyer. The dragon stands at the pinnacle of the natural world. Nothing and no one can bend its will.
Apollo:
That's why we lawyers must pursue the truth like an unyielding dragon, right? We must fight for truth to the bitter end, no matter what it takes... (Dhurke and Mr. Wright... they have that much in common.)
Dhurke:
That's why I've held onto this badge, even though there are no more lawyers in Khura'in. I believe that one day, our legal system will return to its former glory. And this badge here is a testament to that belief.
Apollo:
...Hmm... I wonder if Nahyuta still believes in what you taught us?
Dhurke:
He does. That much I'm sure of.
 A dragon never yields.
Dhurke:
I know that belief is etched deep in his heart. ...I'd bet my life on it. After all, he is my flesh and blood!
Apollo:
............ (This unshakable faith and confidence... It's what draws people to him, whether they like it or not. ...Even people like me.) You know, I remember back when we were kids, Nahyuta used to say with great pride, "I have the blood of the dragon within me."
Dhurke:
Yes, and that's why I want to free him. Free him from the poisonous clutches of the Ga'ran regime.
Apollo:
So that's your other reason for starting a revolution...
Dhurke:
Yes. I need to smack some sense into that boy of mine. I mean, what else are fathers for? Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
...I... I wouldn't know.)
Examine
Box on Altar
Apollo:
That was one fancy puzzle box.
Dhurke:
The fact that he chose to use such an elaborate box makes me think that Dr. Buff must've had a rather playful side to him.
Apollo:
I can almost imagine him saying, "Go ahead. Open it if you can."
Present
Founder's Orb
Dhurke:
The orb is ours at last!
Apollo:
I'm just glad we were able to make what you said in your broadcast a reality.
Dhurke:
Me, too. I didn't want to admit it before, but I was starting to have second thoughts about making such a big, bold move. I kept thinking, "What would happen if we failed to get the orb?"
Apollo:
Just another example of how a bluff can be the starting point in the quest for the truth.
Dhurke:
And what a hard-won truth it was. But I couldn't have done it without you, son.
Dhurke:
Now that we have the orb, on to the next problem -- getting out of here.
Apollo:
Well, we're not going back the way we came. That's for sure. That hole we fell through is way too high to climb back up to. 
Dhurke:
Actually, I have an idea. That lake water tastes salty, which means it must connect to the ocean.
Apollo:
W-Wait a second. You're not suggesting we SWIM our way out of here...?
Dhurke:
That's exactly what I'm suggesting.
Apollo:
But we have no idea how deep that lake goes. It's pitch black down there.
Dhurke:
Not a problem.
Apollo:
How is that not a problem? I mean, how do you even know if there's really a passage to the ocean?
Dhurke:
Well, one of us has to try, and I'm the better swimmer. Time's a wastin'! I'll be back before you know it, son.
Apollo:
Dhurke! ... He's gone. I sure hope he knows what he's doing.
{{Color|green|May 16 Mt. Mitama - Kurainese Ruins
Apollo:
......... (It's been twenty minutes. I hope he's okay.) What's going on? Uh-oh. Th-The water...! It's rising! And fast! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! (N-Need... air...) *cough* *sputter* *cough* *cough* ...Ahhh! I don't know how to swim! If I don't grab onto something that floats...! .................. *cough* *sputter* *cough* *cough* ...This is bad! I-I better think of something -- quick!
Examine
Plastic bottle
Apollo:
Hey, maybe I can use this like an oxygen tank! ...Wait what am I thinking?! I need to stay calm and be more rational about this!
Driftwood
Apollo:
I've got it! As long as I hold onto this, I should be able to stay afloat!
Altar
Apollo:
This is not good. The water's almost up to the top of the altar. It won't be long before it reaches the roof of the cave.
Box on altar
Apollo:
The puzzle box is still at the base of the altar. It must've been designed to stay put, even at high tide. Wait, that's it! Dr. Buff must've gotten in here from some ocean-side entrance at low tide. That's why his footprints were leading OUT of the lake. So it really DOES connect to the ocean. Not that that helps. I'd drown before I made it out.
Top of cave
Apollo:
Nnrrgh... It's no use! The hole's still too high up! I'll have to find another way -- and quick -- before I drown!
Apollo:
The water won't stop rising! Aaaah! I-I'm getting swept away! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Please...! STOPPPP!
Examine
Plastic bottle
Apollo:
If only that bottle were a little bigger, it'd store that much more air... No, it wouldn't make that much of a difference... I need to stop with these harebrained ideas, and come up with a real way to escape!
Top of cave
Apollo:
The water's almost to the top now. At this rate, I'll run out of breathing room! I'm a goner if I don't find a way out quick!
Back of cave
Apollo:
The water's just high enough for me to reach the hole! I'm saved! All I have to do is go back the way we came! The water might even lift me all the way back up, over that wall of rock! Here goes!
Apollo:
...Huh? The hole! It's full of rubble. The tunnel collapsing above must've filled it in after we fell through it. Nngh... This... This can't be happening! No, I can't give up now. I refuse to die here! Th-The water...! I can't--! *cough* *sputter* I can't... I can't... breathe... .................. (Is this... the end?) .................. (Dhurke... I wonder if he made it out.) .................. (So this is what it feels like to drown. I would've eaten that sushi if I'd known it would be my last meal. ... I feel like I've been through this before. ...Ah, now I remember. It was back when all three of us were living in that shack in the mountains. Nahyuta and I were playing by the riverside when we got swept up in the rapids.) 
Apollo:
AAAAAAHHH!
Nahyuta:
AAAAAAAGH!
Apollo:
(I thought we were goners, but then...)
Dhurke:
Nahyuta! Apollo! Hold on! I'm coming!
Apollo:
...*sniffle*...*sniffle*...*sniffle*... Wahhhhh!!!
Nahyuta:
Waaahhhh!!!
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! That was a close one! Thought I'd lost you two!
Apollo:
I-I'm sorry, Dhuuuuuuurke!
Dhurke:
All right, that's enough now. Didn't I teach you that boys don't cry?
Nahyuta:
...Thank you, Father.
Apollo:
*sniffle* *hiccup* *hiccup*
Nahyuta:
You... You could've been killed... But you risked your life... to save us... Why...?
Dhurke:
What a silly question. What father wouldn't risk his life to save his own children? Nahyuta, Apollo... Don't you ever hesitate to call when you need me. Understand?
Apollo:
...Hey Dhurke? This isn't forever, right? You'll bring me back from America someday, right?
Dhurke:
Of course... I'll come pick you up as soon as things settle down here. Promise.
Apollo:
Okay! You promised!
Apollo:
...Dhurke. I waited and waited. For the day you'd come and take me home. But you never came. That's why I tried to forget about you and my life back in Khura'in.
...Dhurke...Why...?Why... didn't you...?.......................................
???:
A... ...lo... A... pol... lo...! Apollo! Can you hear me?!
Apollo:
*cough* *sputter* *cough* .........D-Dhurke?
Dhurke:
Still can't swim, eh?
Apollo:
You... You came back? But why?
Dhurke:
I said I'd come for you, didn't I?
Apollo:
Yeah... But you can't hold me and swim...! We're both going to...!
Dhurke:
Stop talking. You'll bite your tongue.
Apollo:
What? Whoa whoa whoa! (We're being pulled under! What's going on?! Why is this happeniiiiing?!)
..................
May 16???
Apollo:
*cough* ...Uuuuugh. Wh-Where...?
???:
Ahh, you finally came to, son.
Dhurke:
Get your fill of seawater? Good thing your name's not Neptune, huh! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
D-Dhurke...
Datz:
Har har har har har har! You're telling me! Check it out, snot's coming out of his nose!
Trucy:
What a miraculous escape! Not even some of the escape-artist greats could pull that off!
Apollo:
...Wh-What on earth happened?
Dhurke:
Sorry it took me so long, son. I made it to the ocean, but I figured you still couldn't swim. So I found a local fisherman and had him take us out near the undersea cavern. He tied a rope to me, and I came and grabbed you. Then he yanked me back.
Apollo:
Oh, so that's what pulled us under with such force.
Trucy:
Don't forget about me! I assisted in your escape act, too, Polly!
Dhurke:
I've helped compatriots escape from all sorts of places -- mountain jails, island prisons... But an undersea cavern? Now that was a first!
Apollo:
......... (Dhurke... He risked his life for me.) .........Dhurke. I'm only alive because of you. ...Thank you.
Dhurke:
Oh, uh... Y-You're welcome. I, uh... just did what any father would do for his son.
Apollo:
(.........He saved my life yet again.) *growl* ...Um...
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! I guess seawater doesn't make for much of a meal!
Trucy:
It's 'cause Polly didn't have any sushi!
Apollo:
(Oh, yeah. I haven't eaten anything since this morning.)
Datz:
...Oh, that's right! Hey, AJ! Dhurke had me buy this for ya.
Apollo:
!
Dhurke:
Thought you might be hungry. Ready to have some this time around?
Apollo:
.........Yeah. Thanks! *chomp* *nom nom nom* Oh wow, this is delicious!
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! Glad you approve! I'd better get some before you eat them all! *chomp* *chew chew chew*
Apollo:
(Just like old times. Dhurke used to slice up the fish he caught, and we'd all eat fresh sashimi together. He used to talk about all the vitamins and minerals packed in the raw fish.)
Datz:
*chomp* *munch munch munch* Hey, by the way! Lemme see that orb, AJ!
Apollo:
Here you go.
Datz:
Hoa, so that's what it looks like!
Trucy:
You found the legendary treasure! Nice work, Polly!
Apollo:
Thanks. ...Guess you could say, mission accomplished!
Dhurke:
With the orb, our revolution can take a big step forward. Let's celebrate the eve of our revolution! We'll all get dressed up and feast till dawn!
Datz:
Yeah! Now you're talkin'! Time to party!
Apollo:
......... (After all that? I just want to go to bed. Sure wish Nahyuta was here. Maybe one day, we'll enjoy times like these together again. ...The revolution. If it can bring back those happy days, you can sign me up for--)
???:
Sorry to interrupt your little party, but I'm here for my crystal.
Staff:
Right, left, right, left, HALT!
Apollo:
Ah! It's him again!
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. Well done. Then again, I always knew you could do it. After all, we politicians must be excellent judges of character. Still, I'm impressed you both made it out of there alive.
Apollo:
...W-Wait a second. YOU'RE the one who shoved us into that pit?
Atishon:
It sounds so bad when you say it like that. All I did was give you a little nudge in the right direction.
Dhurke:
...So... it was you... ............................................................... You no good, son of a--!
Atishon:
...EEP! D-Don't look at me like that! The Crystal of Ami Fey is mine! Now, hand it over!
Dhurke:
Over my dead body!
Atishon:
EEK! Detective! Help!
Ema:
Yeah yeah, I know.
Apollo:
Ema? What's going on here?
Ema:
He filed a police report. He claims you're trying to steal his family heirloom.
Atishon:
Th-That's him! The one with the long hair! Arrest him this instant! He's the thief that made off with the Atishon family's most precious heirloom!
Ema:
Well, I suppose I should ask you to come in for questioning.
Dhurke:
Down at the police station? I... think I'll pass. After all, Mr. Atishon seems bent on having me arrested on theft charges.
Apollo:
(This is not good! If Dhurke gets arrested, he'll be sent back to Khura'in to face execution!)
Ema:
Sorry, but now that I know you have the crystal, or orb as you call it, I must insist. Will you please come with me, sir?
Apollo:
Apollo:
Ema! I'm afraid I can't let you take Dhurke in! He received the orb from Dr. Buff in a perfectly legal transaction.
Ema:
Is that so? Can you prove it?
Apollo:
Of course. This should sufficiently prove that the orb now belongs to Dhurke.
Present Orb Transfer Agreement
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Take a look at this agreement."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Apollo:
Look at this! It's proof that the orb is Dhurke's.
Ema:
Umm... All this proves is you're completely our of your mind.
Apollo:
Oops... (I guess that wasn't it.) But the doctor definitely transferred it over to us.
Leads back to:
"This should sufficiently prove that the orb now belongs to Dhurke."
Apollo:
Take a look at this agreement.
Ema:
What do we have here? Let's see... "I agree to hand over the Founder's Orb to the Defiant Dragons if I will come to no harm." Hmm... It appears to be a perfectly legal agreement.
Atishon:
Not so fast! That's not the Founder's Orb! It's the Crystal of Ami Fey, which means their agreement is null and void!
Ema:
Hmm, this is going nowhere fast.
Apollo:
You can say that again.
???:
Then it will just have to go to trial. Right, Apollo?
Apollo:
M-M-Mr. Wright?
Trucy:
Daddy!
Phoenix:
What's with you two? You look like you just saw a ghost.
Apollo:
(...Oh yeah. Ema mentioned she had seen him around.) ...Um  what're you doing in Kurain Village, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Mr. Atishon has retained me as his lawyer.
Apollo:
Wait, you're his... lawyer?
Talk
Legal advisor
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, why are you serving as Mr. Atishon's lawyer?
Phoenix:
Because he hired me. He needed my help in getting a family heirloom back from Dr. Buff. And it seems he correctly foresaw that something like this might happen.
Atishon:
It's because those shifty insurgents were harassing poor Dr. Buff. So I knew I might need a lawyer if things went south. I figured with a celebrated lawyer like Phoenix Wright, I couldn't go wrong.
Apollo:
Is this what you came back from Khura'in for, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
It was just good timing. My work over there just happened to wrap up, so here I am. Plus... Mr. Atishon is a very important client.
Apollo:
(They know each other? But I've never heard Mr. Wright mention his name before.)
The Crystal of Ami Fey
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, are you sure this is Mr. Atishon's family heirloom?
Phoenix:
That's my client's assertion. He says it's the Crystal of Ami Fey. Apparently, it's the crystal she once used when channeling spirits.
Apollo:
Who's Ami Fey?
Phoenix:
She brought Khura'inese channeling to Japan, and her descendants brought it here. Her true origins are still rather murky, but what's clear is she is the founder of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Apollo:
Oh, so she's like the one they call the founder in Khura'in -- the Holy Mother.
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
I'd think you would have more pressing things to ask me about.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah... (I'd better ask what I can while I can.)
Phoenix:
...Apollo, I don't plan to betray my client's confidence. I may not know all the facts yet, but I do know we won't be handing the crystal over to you.
Apollo:
What? Are you saying...?
Phoenix:
.................. I'm really sorry it's come to this, but...
Apollo:
Mr. Wright? I don't understand.
Phoenix:
Let me spell it out then. If you continue to claim that the crystal belongs to your client, then I will be seeing you in court.
Apollo:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Trucy:
...Wh-What's gotten into you, Daddy?
Phoenix:
Nothing. This is strictly business.
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. Two lawyers from the same firm facing off? What are the odds! Lucky for me, I believe I have the "right" man for the job! What ever are you going to do? Remember, he IS your boss.
Apollo:
Ngrrrgh... (How did it come to this?!) M-Mr. Wright! Please! Don't do this!
Apollo:
Apollo, there's no point arguing about it here when it's now clear we're headed to court. That's where we'll find out who the crystal really belongs to.
Apollo:
(I don't believe it. Am I really going to face Mr. Wright in court?)
Trucy:
Daddy! Apollo! No! We can't have our agency's talent competing against each other!
Phoenix:
It's too late, Trucy. The die has been cast. We each have to fight for our clients' best interests.
Trucy:
B-But...
Phoenix:
So, what's it going to be, Apollo. Are we going to have to take this to trial?
Apollo:
(I have to battle Mr. Wright in court? THE legendary Phoenix Wright? No matter how many trials of his I've watched, no matter how dire the situation, he's always pulled out a win in the end. Can I do it? Can I really take on the man whose footsteps I've been following in...? I owe it to Dhurke to at least try. I... What should I do?)
Battle Mr. Wright
Leads to:
"(There's no turning back now.)"
Throw in the towel
Apollo:
(I can't do this. I mean, how can I go up against a man like him? I couldn't possibly win! ...But do I really want to give up without a fight? If I do, I'll be forever walking in his shadow! Plus, I'd be letting Dhurke down! And I can't let that happen!)
Leads to:
"(There's no turning back now.)"
Apollo:
(There's no turning back now.) If it's a trial you want, Mr. Wright, I'm more than happy to oblige! I'm ready to fight for my client even if it means facing off against you!
Phoenix:
.................................... .................. ...All right. I won't be pulling any punches, either, Apollo. The kid gloves are officially off. May the best attorney win.
Apollo:
You got it!
Trucy:
Whoa whoa whoa! First Daddy, now you! Polly! You're not seriously...
Apollo:
...Sorry, Trucy. But I have to do this.
Phoenix:
..................Apollo... All right, then, I'd better go prepare for tomorrow. See you in court.
Trucy:
Daddy, no! Wait!
Dhurke:
A Fine mess I've gotten you into, son. I mean, of all the lawyers we could've faced, it had to be him? He's practically a celebrity in Khura'in now. They're calling him the Fighting Phoenix.
Apollo:
...I-I'll be fine! (After all, I've come a long way, too! Who knows? I could even end up winning. There's always a chance...... right?)
Dhurke:
You know, this may be a blessing in disguise. If the trial proves what we found is indeed the Founder's Orb, then whoever asked Dr. Buff to study it may be revealed, too. This is our chance to finally pull them out of the shadows!
Apollo:
...The first step of your revolution, huh?
Dhurke:
Yes. The revolution to restore Khura'in to its former glory, and save Nahyuta's soul!
Apollo:
Dhurke... I swear to fight as hard as I can in court to make that a reality. We're going to win this one. You'll see.
Dhurke:
I know you can do it... son.
Apollo:
(It doesn't matter that I'll be going up against Mr. Wright. I have to win this for Dhurke and for Nahyuta. His salvation, along with all of Khura'in, depends on it!)
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Apollo:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Area already examined
Apollo:
We've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.
Consult (while opening puzzle box)
Apollo:
Hmm, this is harder than I imagined. I thought all we had to do was arrange the pictures according to the song.
Dhurke:
It's times like these you have to think outside the puzzle-box. Sometimes the truth can only be found when you look at things from a different angle.
Apollo:
A different angle? (Come to think of it, one of the pictures from the song is missing. Does this mean the pictures don't line up exactly one-to-one?)
Turnabout Revolution
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May 17, 10:08 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Trucy:
Just so you know... I'm not going to take sides!
Apollo:
Message received, loud and clear.
Trucy:
Good, because I don't like this one bit! You and Daddy should be on the same team!
Apollo:
S-Sorry, Trucy... (Wow, she's really mad.)
Dhurke:
I'm sorry, too, little lady. This is all my fault.
Trucy:
I'm just worried things will never be the same between Daddy and Apollo... ...if they go through with this.
Dhurke:
Is that all? Well, I wouldn't worry about that. That's the way it is with us men. We may fight, but we don't burn bridges.
Trucy:
Really?
Dhurke:
Sure. One minute we're trading blows, and the next, we're having drinks together. We're simple creatures at heart. Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Trucy:
I sure hope you're right...
Athena:
Sorry I'm late, Apollo!
Apollo:
Athena! There you are! What happened with you and Mr. Wright yesterday?
Athena:
O-Oh, about that... I ended up going to the wrong airport. I was waiting there, thinking his flight was really late... and before I knew it, I dozed off. By the time I woke up, it was already dark.
Apollo:
I figured something like that had happened. Being late and dozing off are the two things you do best.
Athena:
Ugh. Guilty as charged.
Apollo:
So then, I take it you have no idea what today's case is about?
Athena: 
Not a clue. Sorry... Um, what IS today's case about, if I might ask? Another locked-room mystery? A suspect with a flimsy alibi? Ooh, or a dying message?
Apollo:
Sorry, strike three, you're out. It's a civil case.
Athena: 
...A civil case?
Apollo:
You act like I'm speaking Swahili here.
Athena: 
It's just, the Wright Anything Agency specializes in criminal law, or so I thought. In civil cases, there are no prosecutors, right? Instead, both parties retain an attorney.
Apollo:
Right. And the other attorney is someone you know very well.
Athena: 
Really? Who?
Bailiff:
The trial will begin shortly. Please proceed to the courtroom at once.
Apollo:
(...Okay, let's do this!)
Athena: 
Apollo, wait. Who's the other attorney? And where is Mr. Wright?
Apollo:
No time to explain. Let's go.
Athena: 
O-Okay! Right behind you!
May 17, 10:30 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 6
Judge: 
Court is now in session. Oh, um... Uh, is this some sort of practice session? A mock trial, perhaps?
Apollo:
Um... no. No, it's not, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
It's the real deal, Your Honor.
Judge: 
Hmm... So then you two have had a falling out? I won't have you use my courtroom for that, you know!
Apollo:
I-It's nothing like that, Your Honor!
Phoenix:
Exactly. It just so happens that we have different clients in this case.
Judge: 
I see... Well, here's to hoping this has no adverse effect on your working relationship.
Athena: 
You can say that again! I had no idea we'd be going up against the boss today! Ugh... You sure this is a good idea, Apollo?
Apollo:
...What? Do you want to switch sides?
Athena: 
Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere but here right now.
Apollo:
(Well, at least she IS here. I'm really going to need her help.)
Phoenix:
...Mr. Justice. 
Apollo:
Yes?!
Phoenix:
Don't expect me to pull any punches just because you're the opposing lawyer. As I said, the kid gloves are off, and come what may, they'll stay off.
Apollo:
...Same here, Mr. Wright! If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get!
Phoenix:
..................
Apollo:
..................
Athena: 
Yeesh, you guys are really chomping at the bit, aren't you?
Judge: 
Hmm... I don't mind a good fight between co-workers. Just keep this civil case civil. Now then, if the plaintiff would take the stand, we may begin.
Staff:
Right, left, right, left, HALT!
Atishon:
Noble judge, members of the gallery! Good day to you! I am Paul Atishon! This is but the start of my epic campaign! And you all have the honor of witnessing it! I believe the youth of this country are our very future. Too long have they been looked down on and given the cold shoulder! So, to them I say: ask not what you can do for your country, but for me!
Judge:
M-Mr. Atishon! What is that crazy contraption you're riding?!
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. It's my custom-made, election-winning campaign mobile. Beautiful, isn't it?
Judge:
You're at a witness stand, not a campaign podium. So come out of there this instant!
Atishon:
Feh...
Judge:
All right. Now would the plaintiff's attorney Mr. Wright... ...please explain the complaint filed against the defendant.
Phoenix:
Mr. Atishon's complaint against the defendant is simple. The defendant, one Dhurke Sahdmadhi... ...stole my client's family heirloom --- the Crystal of Ami Fey. Mr. Atishon merely seeks its return.
Atishon:
This wouldn't have happened if that archeologist hadn't kicked the bucket.
Judge:
I see. Well, Mr. Justice, let's have your opening statement, if you would.
Apollo:
The defense asserts the item in question is the Founder's Orb, a sacred relic from Khura'in.
Judge:
Hmm... Go on.
Apollo:
It seems someone asked an archeologist -- Dr. Archie Buff, -- to study the orb. Dr. Buff determined that it was a Khura'inese nation treasure known as the Founder's Orb. The very orb that was stolen from a treasure room in Khura'in several weeks ago.
Judge:
Why yes, I saw a news report about that! The theft of a Khura'inese national treasure caused quite an uproar in the kingdom.
Apollo:
Well, we believe it was not, in fact, a theft in the traditional sense. But rather, that it was spirited out of Khura'in by someone for Dr. Buff to study.
Judge:
You don't say... And...?
Apollo:
Around that time, an acquaintance of the defendant learned of Dr. Buff. He made contact with the doctor, who agreed to hand over the orb. Apparently, the doctor wanted nothing to do with it once he'd learned it had been stolen.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems you even have a transfer agreement between both parties.
Apollo:
Mr. Sahdmadhi also agreed to return the Founder's Orb to the Kingdom of Khura'in... ...once it was verified it was the real thing.
Judge:
I see... So this dispute centers on... ...whether the item is the Founder's Orb or the Crystal of Ami Fey. That, in turn, will determine the object's rightful owner.
Apollo:
(I'd better bring my A game. Going up against Mr. Wright won't be a walk in the park.)
Judge:
Hmm... Come to think of it, the name Dhurke Sahdmadhi sounds awfully familiar. But I can't recall where I've heard it.
Apollo:
...Oh. umm, it's probably your imagination, Your Honor. He's just a tourist, after all.
Judge:
Hmm... My imagination, you say?
Athena: 
Are you sure about this, Apollo? He's a wanted criminal in Khura'in, isn't he?
Apollo:
...In Khura'in, yes. Here, he's just a tourist.
Judge:
Very well, let's begin the proceedings. Bailiff, would you bring in the first witness?
Apollo:
...Ema?
Ema:
Show some manners. We're in court.
Apollo:
I know, it's just... This is a civil trial, so I was surprised to see a detective take the stand.
Phoenix:
I had her do some digging on Dr. Buff.
Apollo:
(What for?)
Ema:
You disappoint me, Apollo. First, you know I'm not just a detective. I'm a forensic scientist. Do try to remember that. Second, you owe Mr. Wright an apology. After all he's done for you, you have some nerve!
Apollo:
First, I'm sorry. And second, I'm really just trying to do my job.
Ema:
You'll never get anywhere with that attitude. Take some advice from someone who's been there.
Apollo:
Why do I feel like I'm on trial here?
Judge:
Detective Skye, your testimony, if you please.
Witness Testimony
-- The Doctor's Dark Secret --
Ema:
The police have had their eye on Dr. Buff for some time.
And just today, a number of stolen artifacts were discovered in his study.
Among them were a priceless urn and a statue that were stolen from the Fey clan.
It seems the doctor would do anything to study artifacts, including steal them.
As for the relic at the center of this dispute, he likely stole it from the Atishon residence.
Apollo:
The doctor... is a thief? Why am I hearing about this now?
Ema:
Well, "cat burglar" isn't something he'd put on his résumé. He was more careful than that. But the fact is, he was a classic treasure hunter.
Athena:
A treasure hunter, huh... Like people who have thrilling adventures in exotic places, risking life and limb for glory?
Apollo:
I doubt Dr. Buff was the star of his own hit movie series, Athena.
Phoenix:
Out of respect for the dead, I will say that Dr. Buff wasn't doing it to get rich. Apparently, he only wanted to borrow artifacts to study them. He would then return them as soon as his research was finished. 
Ema:
According to the doctor's child... ... he would even repair or restore some of the artifacts he stole before returning them. He believed he was honoring the dead by discovering their history through artifacts. But whatever lofty ideals he had, it makes no difference. Larceny is larceny.
Judge:
Yes, he certainly sounds no different than a regular thief to me. 
Apollo:
So, let's say for a moment that the doctor really did moonlight in stealing artifacts... Might he not have stolen the Founder's Orb in Khura'in and brought it back here himself?
Phoenix:
Nope. There's no records of him traveling overseas over the past few years. Plus, he couldn't very well leave his reclusive child at home all alone.
Judge:
Hmm... Then this really must be the Crystal of Ami Fey.
Phoenix:
Yes. He stole it from the Atishon residence, probably so he could study it.
Apollo:
......... (This is the left hook I did not need.)
Athena:
I bet you never saw that coming, Apollo.
Apollo:
Yeah, when Mr. Wright said the kid gloves were off, he wasn't kidding.
Phoenix:
.........
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you may proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Doctor's Dark Secret --
Ema:
The police have had their eye on Dr. Buff for some time.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
How exactly did Dr. Buff arouse the suspicion of the police anyway?
Ema:
Chalk it up to good, old-fashioned sleuthing. After investigating countless artifact thefts over the years... ...the police finally zeroed in on him, and the doctor became their prime suspect.
Phoenix:
A number of those artifact thefts occurred in Kurain Village, too, if I might add. And they started right around the time the doctor moved there.
Apollo:
But he was never arrested. I take it there was nothing concrete linking him to a crime?
Ema:
No. Which is why we were never able to get a search warrant in the first place. It's hard to arrest artifact thieves unless you catch them red-handed. Still, the police had him under constant surveillance.
Ema:
And just today, a number of stolen artifacts were discovered in his study.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Are you sure these allegedly stolen artifacts are the real deal?
Ema:
They're not fakes, that's for sure. Take the urn, for example. Apparently, it's an extremely intricate work of art. Its design, cracks, and other features would be impossible to replicate perfectly.
Phoenix:
Actually, I've had a few run-ins with that urn myself. So I was shocked to see it there in the doctor's study. I can say without a doubt, that that urn was stolen from the Fey clan.
Apollo:
I-I see...
Judge:
Detective Skye, please continue your testimony, if you would.
Ema:
Among them were a priceless urn and a statue that were stolen from the Fey clan.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Were any other stolen artifacts found besides those belonging to the Feys?
Ema:
Yes. For instance... Remember the large relief on the wall? It was chiseled out some ancient ruins in the Kingdom of Khura'in several years ago.
Apollo:
Ch-Chiseled out...? Didn't that damage it?
Ema:
Well, he did restore the parts that were so faded you could barely see them anymore. It seems he intended to return it someday, so one could say his intentions were good. But good intentions are no get-out-of-jail-free card. That's a fact. 
Phoenix:
If I might add, with respect for the deceased... ...the quality of the restorations was apparently exceptional. It seems the doctor invested a lot of money in hiring an extremely talented specialist.
Athena:
He sounds like a good man... who took a wrong turn somewhere.
Apollo:
(I guess Sarge takes after him in that way.)
Ema:
Any further questions? If not...
Ema:
It seems the doctor would do anything to study artifacts, including steal them.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Had these alleged thefts been going on for some time?
Ema:
At least five years, as far as we can tell. All the recent thefts had been local... ...but before moving to Kurain Village, he had been stealing from ruins around the world.
Apollo:
(Dr. Buff was an international criminal?)
Ema:
This data lends itself to but one conclusion: Dr. Buff was a thief.
Ema:
As for the relic at the center of this dispute, he likely stole it from the Atishon residence.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You claim he stole a family heirloom from the Atishon residence. But claiming something doesn't make it true.
Ema:
Unfortunately, it IS true. 
Apollo:
How can you be so sure?
Ema:
A police report was filed concerning the theft -- one year ago, in fact.
Apollo:
What?! A whole year ago?
Ema:
August 25 of last year, to be exact. The report state, and I quote... "The Crystal of Ami Fey was discovered to be missing... ...from the Atishon storehouse at 10 AM. The storehouse lock had been picked. Signed, Paul Atishon-Wimperson."
Judge:
Well, a year-old report certainly lends the the plaintiff's claim credence. The doctor could really have stolen the Crystal of Ami Fey.
Phoenix:
Not only that, Your Honor... ...but the Founder's Orb was only found to be missing several weeks ago. That is nearly a year after the crystal's theft was reported. Therefore, I believe we must consider the orb and the crystal to be two separate items.
Apollo:
.........
Athena:
Paul Atishon-Wimperson? Not the most awe-inspiring tail end, is it? I see why he cut it.
Apollo:
Not that he inspires confidence without it. Still, I'd probably do the same in his shoes.
Robbery Report added to the Court Record.
Press (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Apollo:
This police report say say the "Crystal of Ami Fey," but... ...how do you know it's this relic right here?
Ema:
Because Mr. Atishon has stated as much.
Apollo:
(...Well, I'm not buying it.)
Athena:
Apollo, I was thinking... The plaintiff's legal name is pretty distinctive. Paul Atishon-Wimperson... Do we have any evidence related to his initials or his name?
Apollo:
We just might. It might even point out a flaw in something Ema said.
Athena:
You think her logic's faulty?
Apollo:
Yeah. If the doctor stole the relic from Mr. Atishon... er, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson... ...then there's one thing the doctor did that doesn't make any sense.
Athena:
Especially if Paul Atishon-Wimperson was desperately searching for his stolen relic.
Apollo:
(Okay, time to go over the evidence again.)
Present E-Mail (after pressing fifth statement)
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The doctor stole the relic from the plaintiff?"
Before pressing fifth statement
Athena:
The trial's barely started and we're already backed into a corner.
Apollo:
To make matters worse the judge seems to agree with the plaintiff's case. But we've still got to give it our all.
After pressing fifth statement
Athena:
A police report was filed about the crystal's theft a year ago.
Apollo:
But the theft of the Founder's Orb was only reported a few weeks ago. So the crystal's report was filed way before the orb was found missing.
Athena:
That suggests the stolen relic is the Crystal of Ami Fey, as Mr. Atishon-Wimperson asserts. Hmm... I doubt the police report is a fake. After all, Ema is the one who submitted it as evidence.
Apollo:
(Still, I feel like something we learned in the police report is important somehow...)
Apollo:
The doctor stole the relic from the plaintiff? Are you sure? Because that statement doesn't agree with a certain piece of evidence.
Ema:
What do you mean?
Apollo:
Take a look at this.
Ema:
What about it?
Apollo:
This contains an email from the doctor's computer.
Judge:
...E-mail? In that little piece of plastic? ......... I'm afraid I don't understand.
Apollo:
Oh, umm... This stick here can store all sorts of computer data.
Judge:
I still don't get it.
Apollo:
H-Here, just look at this! Apparently, the doctor was reporting his research findings to a certain individual. Now, take a look at this. It's the police report that Detective Skye presented to this court. You can see the plaintiff's legal name on it. Paul Atishon-Wimperson.
Judge:
I can see why'd he drop "Wimperson" from his name, but that's hardly breaking news.
Apollo:
Look closer, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
.........Ah! H-His initials!
Apollo:
Right. The plaintiff's full legal name is Paul Atishon-Wimperson. Now consider this... The e-mail's recipient address starts with three letters. 
Ema:
P-A-W...? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Don't tell me--!
Apollo:
Oh, but I will anyway. The individual who hired the doctor to study the disputed item... ...is none other than Paul Atishon-Wimperson.
Ema:
Wait, th-then that means... 
Apollo:
Exactly. He wouldn't have asked the man who stole his family heirloom to study it. Therefore, how could this possibly be the Crystal of Ami Fey?!
Ema:
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ...We never checked the doctor's e-mails. We couldn't even figure out the password to his computer.
Apollo:
The plaintiff willingly left the orb in the doctor's care so he could study it... at the behest of his "benefactor"!
Ema:
...Wait. Then what about the police report? I have all the details of the theft right here!
Apollo:
It's probably for another relic -- the real Crystal of Ami Fey. He's just using the report as a way to claim that our orb is actually his stolen crystal.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And how are you certain that "PAW" refers to my client's initials? Maybe the e-mail's recipient was a dog lover.
Apollo:
Perhaps. So let's get to know your client a little better, shall we? Mr. Paul Atishon-Wimperson!
Atishon:
Feh. I suppose shutting down detractors is all part of a politician's job.
Apollo:
Answer me this, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson: what is...
Your shoe size?
Apollo:
What's your shoe size?
Atishon:
How should I know?
Apollo:
Wait, you don't know your own shoe size?
Atishon:
I have all my shoes handcrafted in Italy. And the shoemaker comes to my residence to take the necessary measurements. I have better things to do than memorize trivial information like that.
Apollo:
(Makes we wish I'd memorized the Italian for "entitled jerk.")
Judge:
Maybe this will help you memorize what happens to those who waste the court's time.
Apollo:
(I really put my foot in it this time.)
Athena:
Apollo, no matter what his shoe size is, there wouldn't be enough digits. We're looking for a three-digit number.
Apollo:
Oh, right. Let's see...
Leads back to:
"Answer me this, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson: what is..."
Your favorite food?
Apollo:
What's your favorite food?
Atishon:
Curry rice. It's an old family favorite.
Apollo:
Really? As in, boil up some rice and dump some curry sauce on top? THAT curry rice?
Atishon:
Heh, I bet you assumed I would say French cuisine... ...just because I'm a member of the political elite. But nothing beats the delectable curry recipe my ancestors bright over from Japan. And I'm the kind of representative who upholds the value of such traditions!
Apollo:
(Is his entire strategy really just to pander to "traditional values" voters?)
Judge:
Your penalty is served, Mr. Justice. Let this be some food for thought!
Athena:
Apollo, why don't we take another look at the e-mail address?
Apollo:
No, it's fine! I just need another crack at this.
Leads back to:
"Answer me this, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson: what is..."
Your birthday?
Leads to:
"What is your birthday?"
Apollo:
What is your birthday?
Atishon:
My birthday? It's July 11, but what's it to you? ...Oh, I see. You can address birthday gifts to my office. But, full disclosure... I only accept gifts valued at $1,000 or more.
Phoenix:
.........
Judge:
.........
Atishon:
...Hm? Why has everyone gone silent?
Apollo:
(How can anyone be that self-centered? Oh, right, politician.) Did everyone hear that? He said, "July 11." July 11 -- or rather, "711" -- matches the numbers in the e-mail address. Both the name and birthday are a match! I hardly think that's a coincidence!
Atishon:
.........Wait... Why you sneaky little--!
Apollo:
(Looks like someone finally decided to join the conversation.) Would the plaintiff care to explain?
Atishon:
I-I would like to say... that is q-quite...
Apollo:
Quite what?
Atishon:
Q-Quite... a thing... you've said. .........
Apollo
Um... Any other thoughts?
Atishon:
No further comments. I stand by my previous statement.
Apollo:
Apollo:
You can't just walk away. Even politicians have to explain themselves in a court of law!
Atishon:
...I'm afraid I simply don't know how it happened. I can't possibly explain matters out of my purview. Perhaps it was a mistake on the part of my secretary?
Apollo:
(Oh no you don't, you slippery eel.) Mr. Wright, would you care to respond?
Phoenix:
...I won't argue your assertion. My client lent the treasure in question to the doctor and asked him to study it. It seems that much is a fact.
Apollo:
(Now we're getting somewhere!)
Phoenix:
However, it has no bearing on the issue of ownership.
Apollo:
...How so?
Phoenix:
Mr. Atishon, I fully understand your position here. You HAD to hide the fact that you sent the crystal out to be studied. Otherwise, your family would've been very upset if they had found out. It's a family heirloom, after all.
Apollo:
You have got to be kidding me!
Atishon:
Mr. Wright is, well, right, of course. But then, he always is. That's why he's my lawyer. The crystal is a precious Atishon family heirloom, and has been for centuries. But Dr. Buff was so eager to study its proud heritage, I just couldn't say no. I didn't even tell my grandfather.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But in order to win the backing of your so-called "benefactor"... ...you were going to give what you claim to be the Crystal of Ami Fey to that person? You were going to give a precious family heirloom away, just like that?
Atishon:
...I-I was going to explain everything to grandfather later! Honest!
Phoenix:
My client's grandfather is very proud of his grandson for following in his footsteps. And if refusing him would've meant dashing the dreams of his doting grandson... ...I doubt the kindly old man could've said no.
Judge:
Well, grandchildren ARE meant to be spoiled. That's what grandfathers are for.
Apollo:
Your Honor... Please. (I mean, it's been in the family for centuries.)
Atishon:
My grandfather thinks highly of my talents as a politician. That's why he entrusted me with this very important name placard today. So I'm sure he would've been okay with me using the crystal as I saw fit.
Apollo:
(Grrr... Grandpa's spoiled little brat.)
Athena:
I think the judge is buying it, Apollo.
Apollo:
No surprise there. He's always going on and on about his own grandchild, after all.
Ema:
...Excuse me. Can I leave now, Mr. Wright? I believe my work here is done.
Phoenix:
By all means, Detective Skye. Thank you for your assistance.
Ema:
You're welcome. It's nice to testify at a civil trial once in a while. See you around.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems the facts have changed somewhat. Mr. Atishon-Wimperson apparently lent his family heirloom to Dr. Buff. Mr. Justice. How would the defense like to proceed?
Apollo:
Oh, umm... (All right, now what?)
Athena:
Apollo, let's hear what what they know about this so-called "Crystal of Ami Fey." Maybe we can find some inconsistencies in their statements.
Apollo:
Right... Okay then, Mr. Wright. If the item in question really is an Atishon family heirloom... ...then let's hear all your client knows about it.
Phoenix:
...Of course. Mr. Atishon-Wimperson? Please tell the defense everything you know about the crystal's origin.
Atishon:
All right. Now then, listen and learn. This is the tale of the Crystal of Ami Fey, and the illustrious history of the Atishon clan! Are you ready? Our story begins back in the old country, when the Atishon family reigned supreme...
Witness Testimony
-- The Illustrious History of the Atishon Clan --
Atishon:
My ancestor was praised as a benevolent ruler.
He protected the spirit mediums, a minority back then, from the rest of the locals.
Some discriminated against them, you see, while others tried to abuse their power.
As thanks, Ami Fey gave the crystal she had specially made as a gift to him.
I am a descendent of that great lord.
As such, my political power and influence is backed by centuries of history!
Apollo:
(Well, that devolved into a great load of self-aggrandizing propaganda fast.)
Phoenix:
As you can see... ...the Crystal of Ami Fey is an heirloom of the esteemed House of Atishon.
Apollo:
And you have proof that it has always been in the Atishon family?
Phoenix:
...I have someone who gave a statement to that effect. My client's neighbor -- one Ives Shineto, age 85 -- gave the following statement: "The Atishons showed me the Crystal back when I was but a lad."
Apollo:
Apollo:
Can we really trust the memory of an old man?
Phoenix:
...Mr. Justice. Would you care you to explain that statement to the judge?
Apollo:
Oh... Er, I didn't mean-- What I'm trying to say is, um...
Judge:
Never underestimate the memory of your elders. I may forget my verdicts the next day, but the memories of my past are clear as day! Therefore, I find Mr. Ives Shineto's statement to be perfectly credible.
Athena:
Wow, did you see how Mr. Wright got the judge on his side? That's definitely a trick I want up my sleeve.
Apollo:
*sigh* You're not helping, Athena...
Judge:
You may cross-examine the witness, Mr. Justice.
Cross Examination
-- The Illustrious History of the Atishon Clan --
Atishon:
My ancestor was praised as a benevolent ruler.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Um, that object you set down there... Is it something of importance to you?
Atishon:
It's a name placard. This one here belonged to my grandfather, Abraham Atishon. He had it custom-made during his distinguished political career. It's special because it was crafted from the finest Italian plastic.
Apollo:
(I wasn't aware the Italians were famous for their fine plastic...)
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. You can touch it if you want.
Apollo:
No, I'm fine.
Atishon:
Very well. I'll just continue with my testimony. My ancestor was praised as a benevolent ruler. But he was also an eminent politician.
Atishon:
He protected the spirit mediums, a minority back then, from the rest of the locals.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So I take it the relationship with the Fey clan was a close one.
Atishon:
A smooth and open line of communication with my entire electorate... That is the Paul Atishon way.
Apollo:
Huh...? Oh, sorry. I was asking about your ancestor.
Atishon:
Heh. Whether it's about me or my ancestor... ...feel free to ask me anything you'd like. Transparency in government! That's the Paul Atishon way.
Apollo:
(More like: Dodging questions! That's the Paul Atishon way.) Thanks. I'll be sure to ask when I have something you'll actually answer.
Atishon:
As I was saying, the Atishon family protected the Fey spirit mediums back then.
Atishon:
Some discriminated against them, you see, while others tried to abuse their power.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Spirit mediums were targets of discrimination?
Atishon:
Yes. Some people even treated them like they were monsters. The transformation the mediums underwent when channeling spirits frightened the locals. And then there were those who tried to use them.
Apollo:
You mean they sought to control the channeling powers of the mediums?
Atishon:
Discriminating against a minority is absolutely despicable. A vote for me is a vote to end discrimination. I vow to root it out wherever it may be! That is my promise to you!
Athena:
He's totally ignoring your questions. It's like you're a moderator at a political debate.
Apollo:
Yeah, and only HE cares about his talking points. As thrilling as your campaign is, could we please get back to your testimony?
Atishon:
Feh. As you wish. Now then, as for the Crystal of Ami Fey...
Atishon:
As thanks, Ami Fey gave the crystal she had specially made as a gift to him.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You said she had it made. So then it was made in Japan?
Atishon:
That's right. They say she hired a famous craftsman to make it. And they say it's quite valuable, too.
Apollo:
And you were going to take such a priceless family heirloom... ...and just give it to your patron?
Atishon:
Feh. That's so typical of you ignorant, common types. Making difficult decisions when the chips are down is what being a politician is all about.
Apollo:
(But only when it's in service of your own political career, you mean.)
Atishon:
The crystal is a testament to my ancestor's remarkable achievements. And furthermore...
Present Research Notes
Apollo:
Leads to:
"You stated that Ami Fey had the crystal made for your ancestor."
Atishon:
I am a descendent of that great lord.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So tell me, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, are you famous in Kurain Village?
Atishon:
You could say that. But I find my popularity to be rather bemusing.
Apollo:
Bemusing?
Atishon:
Yes, my campaign posters keep going missing as soon as I put them up. My avid supporters and female fans are likely taking them home to hang in their bedrooms.
Apollo:
(...I guess ignorance really is bliss.)
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. All this only proves my fine lineage.
Atishon:
As such, my political power and influence is backed by centuries of history!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I'm sorry, but is any of that relevant to the issue of the relic's rightful owner?
Atishon:
...Have you never heard of kingcraft?
Apollo:
Kingcraft?
Atishon:
It's the art of ruling as a king. My father drilled it into my head from a young age. And one of its precepts states: "Ruin awaits a ruler who responds to every single issue posed by the masses."
Apollo:
(Well, that answered my question about what he meant by "king of this nation." Progress.)
Athena:
Apollo, who is this Ami Fey, anyway?
Apollo:
I believe she was the founder of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
Athena:
The plaintiff claims she had the crystal made for his ancestor. That would mean it was made in Japan, right?
Apollo:
Yes, I suppose it would.
Apollo:
You stated that Ami Fey had the crystal made for your ancestor. So, am I to assume it was made in Japan?
Atishon:
That's right. The craftsmanship is unbeatable!
Apollo:
Well, that's strange. I don't see how your so-called crystal could've been made there.
Atishon:
What are you talking about?
Apollo:
It's quite obvious if you take a closer look at this.
Present design directly under Orb
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Take a look at the distinctive design here."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
See this part right here? Doesn't it exude a mysterious, exotic charm?
Judge:
Hmm... I don't know about that.
Phoenix:
What I do know, Mr. Justice, is your assertion exudes a mysterious amount of nonsense.
Apollo:
...Oops.
Judge:
And I assure you there's no mystery behind a penalty for aimless speculation, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Nope. No mystery there, Your Honor.
Athena:
Apollo, let's go over everything we have on the orb once more. Maybe there's something that can help us prove it wasn't made in Japan.
Apollo:
Your Honor, I can prove the orb wasn't made in Japan.
(Is his entire strategy really just to pander to "traditional values" voters?)
Leads back to:
"It's quite obvious if you take a closer look at this."
Apollo:
Take a look at the distinctive design here. According to Dr. Buff... ...it's a mitamah motif dating back to the early days of the Kingdom of Khura'in.
Judge:
The Kingdom of Khura'in, hmm? And you base this on...?
Apollo:
Here, this piece of evidence, Your Honor. These are the doctor's research notes on the Founder's Orb. This is the box in which the orb was originally stored. It features the same pattern as the one found on the orb.
Judge:
Hmm... They do look like the same pattern.
Apollo:
Therefore, I assert that... ...the disputed item must have been made in the Kingdom of Khura'in!
Atishon:
AAAAAAAAAHHHH! Eeeeeeek! M-My placard...!!!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The Kurain Channeling Technique originated in the Kingdom of Khura'in. And Ami Fey is known to have traveled there to train. With that in mind, what's to say she didn't bring that pattern back with her?
Apollo:
Apollo:
But since this is CLEARLY a Khura'inese design... ...not even you can deny... ...the possibility that it was made there -- in the Kingdom of Khura'in!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Anything is possible to some extent. That doesn't make it true. So you can't conclude that the orb is from Khura'in based solely on that pattern. If it were that simple... ...I could just as easily say it's Japanese.
Judge:
I have to agree with Mr. Wright. The pattern alone proves nothing. But that also means there's no basis to claim that the item in dispute was made in Japan, either. Hmm.. At this rate, we are going nowhere fast.
Apollo:
(...Argh. He's right -- we're just spinning our wheels here.)
Athena:
I wonder if we have any evidence that could break this stalemate.
Apollo:
(Hmm... Evidence that could break this stalemate...)
Exists
Apollo:
The defense would like to present a piece of evidence to the court. A piece that will finally break this stalemate!
Phoenix:
Oh? Well, you've sure piqued my interest. Let's see what you've got.
Apollo:
...All right. I will now prove that this is, in fact, the Founder's Orb!
Present anything
Phoenix:
And just how does that piece of evidence prove that the relic is the Founder's Orb?
Apollo:
.........It doesn't, does it?
Phoenix:
Not by any means I can fathom.
Athena:
Sorry, Apollo, but I have to agree with the boss on this.
Apollo:
...Me too, actually.
Judge:
Me three, defense!
Apollo:
Yikes!
Judge:
Time to think that one over again, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor...
Leads back to:
"Hmm..."
Does not exist
Leads to:
"There doesn't seem to be anything we can use."
Apollo:
There doesn't seem to be anything we can use. At least, not at this point.
Athena:
Well, unless we can find something, this trial won't be going anywhere.
Atishon:
......... *whew* That's much better.
Apollo:
(What's his deal?)
Phoenix:
...I have a suggestion. Why don't we consider this from a different angle?
Apollo:
I'm listening...
Phoenix:
What if... ...the Defiant Dragons really were authorized to take possession of the relic?
Judge:
Hmm.. I'm afraid I don't know where you're going with this, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Consider the Orb Transfer Agreement, which states: "I agree to hand over the Founder's Orb to the Defiant Dragons if I will come to no harm." What if, as the last part suggests, this was written under duress? That would render the agreement null and void.
Apollo:
...What are you suggesting, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
While you were on your little cave expedition, I was investigating Dr. Buff's accident. And there was something you overlooked, Mr. Justice. Namely, that his "accident" might have actually been murder.
Apollo:
What?! (M-Murder?)
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! You do realize such statements are not to be made lightly? Are you suggesting the doctor was murdered by the Defiant Dragons?
Phoenix:
Yes, but follow me on this for a sec. The books that came tumbling down were from his archeology shelf. However, among that mountain of books was a single volume on psychology. What's more, there was blood on it.
Apollo:
And you feel this is important because...?
Phoenix:
The took that came tumbling down were from the top shelf -- the archeology books. We know this because the doctor's books were meticulously organized by subject. Archeology took up the entire shelf, so that psychology book is completely out of place. 
Apollo:
(Come to think of it, the shelves were arranged quite carefully.)
Phoenix:
It's also worth noting that psychology books only take up a tiny part of the bottom shelf. You might wonder why a book on psychology was found amid the pile of archeology books. But I believe I can explain what that single out-of-place book was doing there. The doctor was struck from behind while selecting a psychology book from the shelf.
Apollo:
And that's when the blood got on the book?
Phoenix:
Precisely. And to make it look like an accident... ...he was buried under a mountain of archeology books.
Apollo:
Apollo:
W-Wait a second. This is all just speculation, right? Or do you have proof it was murder?
Phoenix:
Of course I do.
Apollo:
Y-You do?
Phoenix:
On a hunch, I had Detective Skye examine the doctor's head wound. She found that he'd been struck by the corner of some object or another.
Apollo:
Wait, what?!
Phoenix:
A would like that couldn't have resulted from a fall to a floor, you know. Do you understand what this means, Mr. Justice? The wound makes it crystal clear that Dr. Buff was murdered!
Apollo:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Athena:
Well, THAT was unexpected! Who'd have thought we'd break out of the stalemate like this! He pulled the ladder right out from under us.
Apollo:
(Still, if he thinks that's enough to make me back down, he's got another thing coming!) Even if the cause of death was murder, what makes you think it was the Defiant Dragons? You should know better than to hurl baseless accusations!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Did you forget who you were up against, Mr. Justice? 
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
You didn't actually think I'd come to court without witnesses and evidence, did you?
Apollo:
Wh-What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
I would like to request more testimony from the plaintiff. Specifically... ...I would like the court to hear how he saw one of the rebels leaving the crime scene!
Apollo:
He-- He-- He saw whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Athena:
If he can prove it was murder, that's the end of our client's right to the orb! Did he have this up his sleeve the whole time?!
Apollo:
Grrr... How could Mr. Wright do this to us? (He was just waiting to spring this trap!!)
Phoenix:
...Heh.
Judge:
Hmm... This trial has taken another unexpected turn. But I must mention, Mr. Wright, that you have yet to identify the murder weapon.
Phoenix:
The object used to commit the murder was not located at the scene of the crime. The murderer likely disposed of it elsewhere.
Dr. Buff's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Well, I never thought we'd be deliberating the issue of murder at a civil trial. All right, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, your testimony, if you please.
Atishon:
Heh. Prepare to be dazzled! Dazzled by charismatic oration forged in the crucible of campaign battles!
Witness Testimony
-- The Rebel's Crime --
Atishon:
That evening, I was walking alone, lost in thought.
I passed by the doctor's house... and that's when I saw Mr. Are'bal.
He was running out the front door.
It was around 10 at night. Surely that must've been him fleeing the scene of his crime.
A vote for me is a vote to end such violence. That is my promise to you!
Judge:
So the plaintiff saw a possible suspect fleeing from the doctor's residence? And it was within the window of the estimated time of death?
Apollo:
......... (Datz Are'bal! What in the world were you doing there then?!)
Study Photo updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
It seems that Mr. Are'bal was loitering about Kurain Village that day. There's evidence that he was in the doctor's study as well. Isn't that right, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
......Ah! You mean the suitcase?
Phoenix:
Exactly. He must have been in quite a rush to leave that behind. Oh, and by the way, Your Honor... ...Mr. Are'bal just so happens to be sitting in the gallery today.
Datz:
Ack!
Phoenix:
See? That's him trying to escape as we speak.
Judge:
Bailiff! Don't let that man get away!
Datz:
Wright, you backstabber! Why are you doing this to meeee?!
Judge:
All right. The... counsel-slash-defense may question the plaintiff-slash-witness once more. ...Ahem. Please proceed, Mr. Justice.
Cross Examination
-- The Rebel's Crime --
Atishon:
That evening, I was walking alone, lost in thought.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Why were you taking a walk?
Atishon:
Society is inundated with serious problems that must be solved. And as a politician... ...I'm always on the job, thinking hard about possible solutions, even on my walks.
Apollo:
Umm... (Thanks for the non-answer.)
Atishon:
While we live out our comfy lives... ...there are starving children who suffer in the back alleys of our major cities. It's not in me to ignore such suffering! A vote for me, is a vote to end hunger. ...And for world peace!
Phoenix:
Yes, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, we are well aware of your outstanding character. Now, please continue with your testimony.
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. I can practically hear my poll numbers surging. Now, on with my speech. After all, the voting public must be informed of the magnificence that is me!
Atishon:
I passed by the doctor's house... and that's when I saw Mr. Are'bal.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Where exactly were you when you saw Mr. Are'bal?
Atishon:
Right here, under this tree. I saw him dashing out of Dr. Buff's front door.
Apollo:
And he didn't notice you?
Atishon:
No. I was hidden by the tree.
Judge:
Is it really all that important to know from where the plaintiff saw Dr. Buff?
No, it isn't
Apollo:
No, I don't believe it bears any relevance to this case.
Judge:
All right, then. Will the witness please continue with his testimony?
Yes, it is
Apollo:
Yes, I believe it matters a lot. I ask that it please be added to the witness's testimony.
Add statement:
"I was under this tree when I saw Mr. Are'bal."
Atishon:
I was under this tree when I saw Mr. Are'bal.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What were you doing under that tree?
Atishon:
A lack of lateral thinking... That is a politician's downfall.
Apollo:
What?
Atishon:
That is why, if I'm elected... I promise to think outside the box!
Apollo:
Um... uh... The question was, what were you doing under the tree, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson.
Atishon:
Feh... I suppose I can't expect a plebeian such as yourself to understand my grand design.
Apollo:
(Oh, yeah? Try me, O Lord of Plebs.)
Phoenix:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson. I believe the court is well aware of your grand political vision. Now, let's have the rest of your testimony, if you please.
Atishon:
Heh, I can hardly wait for the upcoming election.
Atishon:
He was running out the front door.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Did you notice anything unusual?
Atishon:
Yes, his behavior was incredibly suspicious. His eyes were darting all around as he ran off in total panic. As soon as I saw that, I knew he had done something, and it probably wasn't good.
Apollo:
Despite that, you didn't report it to the police?
Atishon:
Who would've thought he had killed Dr. Buff? Not me. That's why I didn't report him. 
Judge:
So the witness didn't notify the police. Is that an important statement, Mr. Justice?
No, it isn't
Apollo:
No, it's not important.
Judge:
Hmm... All right, then. Let's have the witness continue with his testimony.
Yes, it is
Apollo:
Yes, it's important. I request that the witness add it to his testimony.
Atishon:
...Feh. Sure, why not.
Add statement:
"I had no idea Dr. Buff was dead. That's why I didn't call the police."
Atishon:
I had no idea Dr. Buff was dead. That's why I didn't call the police.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You had no idea he was dead. In other words, you knew nothing about what had happened?
Atishon:
I am truly ashamed of myself.
Apollo:
What?
Atishon:
There's been a gruesome murder in my beloved village. What a fool I've been! I was thinking only of the village's future and world peace! It seems my earnest attitude and industrious nature have come back to haunt me!
Apollo:
(Only a politician would try to pass off self-aggrandizement as self-deprecation.)
Athena:
Apollo, you think this is how all politicians will be from now on?
Apollo:
We're all doomed if they are...
Atishon:
If you don't mind, I'd like to continue with my testimony.
Present Study Photo  (after adding statement "I was under this tree when I saw Mr. Are'bal.")
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, rather than Mr. Are'bal..."
Atishon:
It was around 10 at night. Surely that must've been him fleeing the scene of his crime.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
But at the time, you didn't know the doctor was dead. Is that correct?
Atishon:
...It's true that I've been known as a prodigy from a very young age.
Apollo:
Huh?
Atishon:
I graduated high school and college with exceptional grades. As class president... ...I reformed stale old school traditions. My exploits were even covered in local papers. But as exceptional as I am, I can't possibly be expected to know everything at all times.
Apollo:
(This isn't working. He keeps bending the questions to serve his own needs.)
Athena:
Hang in there, Apollo!
Phoenix:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson. I believe the court is well aware of your exceptional nature. Now, would you please continue with your testimony?
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. I have the upcoming election in the bag.
Atishon:
A vote for me is a vote to end such violence. That is my promise to you!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So, how do you actually intend to end such violence?
Atishon:
Elite politicians such as myself never reveal their strategies. Did you really think I would divulge such sensitive information to the likes of you?
Apollo:
Yeah, but, surely you have some sort of campaign platform you're running on?
Atishon:
................................... ...No comment.
Apollo:
(Clearly, his is a platform, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.)
Before adding any statements
Athena:
They're accusing the Defiant Dragons of murder. If this sticks, we'll lose the orb!
Apollo:
Yeah, we need to sink Paul Atishon's testimony before it's too late. (Mr. Wright is pulling out all the stops. Then again, I'd expect nothing less from him.)
After adding "I was under this tree when I saw Mr. Are'bal.", but before adding "I had no idea Dr. Buff was dead. That's why I didn't call the police.
Athena:
He saw Mr. Are'bal from under that tree? Apollo, maybe there's some sort of an inconsistency there.
Apollo:
Hmm, I wonder...
Athena:
Why don't we review the evidence?
Apollo:
(Yeah. Maybe there's something we overlooked.)
After adding "I had no idea Dr. Buff was dead. That's why I didn't call the police.", but before adding "I was under this tree when I saw Mr. Are'bal."
Athena:
He didn't know the doctor was dead? Well, I guess that makes sense, considering the body was inside the study.
Apollo:
Right, how could he have known? (Guess I could find out where our weaselly witness was when he saw Datz.)
After adding both statements
Apollo:
He said he saw Datz from under the tree. If that's true, then...
Athena:
Did you figure something out?
Apollo:
Yeah, I think he's hiding something. Let's take another look at the evidence, Athena.
Apollo:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, rather than Mr. Are'bal... ...wasn't there's something else that should've had your undivided attention?
Atishon:
Like what? ...Oh, yes, of course! A politician must also keep his finger on the electorate's pulse, and focus on the nation's--
Apollo:
Sorry, but you're way off.
Atishon:
I am? Hmm...
Judge:
Would you care to explain, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
If the witness saw Mr. Are'bal from his position here... ...then he should've also been able to see the doctor's body. After all, it was right next to a huge window.
Judge:
Why, I believe you have a point there!
Apollo:
With the body THAT clearly visible to the witness... ...it's unthinkable that he wouldn't have reported it to the police!
Phoenix:
Ah!
Judge: 
Hmm... Would the witness care to respond?
Atishon:
...........................
Apollo:
......... (Did he.... fall asleep?)
Judge:
...Um, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson?
Atishon:
...........................
Judge:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson!!!
Atishon:
Huh?! Oh, um. Hmm... There are many sides to any issue.
Apollo:
(What did I ever do to deserve this?) In any case, I'd like the court to acknowledge in the inconsistency in the witness's testimony. Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, did you really see Mr. Are'bal?
Atishon:
Yes! .................. 
Apollo:
Apollo:
Where do you think you're going?!
Atishon:
Oh, I thought I would return to my seat, seeing as I had already answered the question.
Apollo:
This isn't some small town hall debate, so you just stay right there until I say we're through.
Atishon:
I-I'll... have to run that by my campaign manager before I...
Apollo:
Apollo:
......... *glare*
Atishon:
*gulp*
Phoenix:
...Mr. Atishon-Wimperson. I think it's time for you to come clean.
Atishon:
Huh?!
Apollo:
...So then, does this mean he DIDN'T see Mr. Are'bal?
Phoenix:
As your lawyer, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson... ...I advise you divulge that matter we discussed. Silence is no longer an option.
Atishon:
...Err, are you sure about this? I'm in the midst of running for office! I can't afford to let any strange rumors get out.
Phoenix:
Don't worry. You won't suffer any blowback for what you're about to reveal.
Judge:
"Blowback"? I'm not sure I like the sound of that, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Not to worry, Your Honor. Nothing untoward will come of this, I promise. Now then, Mr. Justice. Remember how it was an anonymous caller that reported the doctor's death?
Apollo:
Come to think of it... 
Apollo:
Ema, who was the first one to discover the body?
Ema:
About that... Whoever it was, it seems they wanted to remain anonymous.
Apollo:
What?
Ema:
It happens now and then. Some people would rather not get involved with the police.
Apollo:
Wait... You're not saying that...
Phoenix:
Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. The anonymous source who contacted the police after discovering the body was... ...my client, Mr. Paul Atishon-Wimperson.
Apollo:
Wh-What?! (Y-You don't say...)
Phoenix:
So you see, he played his part as a concerned citizen -- quite admirably, if I may say so. Isn't that right?
Atishon:
.........Y-Yes, indeed... In our society today, there are too many who choose indifference over righteous action. But I don't number among them. That's why I did my duty as a concerned citizen. One might call me THE model citizen -- one worthy of standing above all the rest!
Apollo:
(What a real standard-bearer he is, reporting it anonymously.)
Phoenix:
...Oh, and by the way, Mr. Justice. Wasn't there someone else at the scene of the crime when my client discovered the body?
Apollo:
...Oh, um, you mean Mr. Are'bal? He would have been leaving the doctor's house right around then... Wait, th-that means...!
Phoenix:
Yes, it does. In short... ...what my client witnessed was Mr. Are'bal fleeing the scene of a heinous murder!
Apollo:
...Aaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
And that's not all! Based on what we've heard so far... ...Mr. Are'bal looked exceedingly suspicious, and that's putting it mildly. We already know the Defiant Dragons threatened the doctor with bodily harm. And now that they've killed him, the so-called Orb Transfer Agreement is null and void!
Apollo:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Athena:
A-Apollo! If we don't come up wit with some sort of counterargument...!
Apollo:
A-And what sort of evidence do you have? Can you actually prove that it was Mr. Are'bal who killed the doctor?
Athena:
That move had "desperate" written all over it.
Apollo:
It's all I've got, so I'm going with it!
Phoenix:
...Evidence? I suppose it's true that I don't have any...
Apollo:
I-I knew it!
Phoenix:
But I do have another witness.
Apollo:
You do?
Phoenix:
You should know I always come fully prepared, Mr. Justice. And my new witness will provide testimony proving Mr. Are'bal's guilt.
Apollo:
...Gnrggh!
Athena:
A new witness? I wonder who it could be.
Judge:
...Very well. Bailiff, please summon our new witness. In the meantime, the court will take a brief recess. I would like both sides to use this time to prepare properly, understood?
May 17District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Apollo:
Wow. I knew Mr. Wright would put up a tough fight, but...
Athena:
Yeah! Just when I thought we had him, he'd turn the tables on us. He really is the Turnabout Terror.
Apollo:
(We can't let him blindside us again.)
Datz:
Looks like they've got me again! Three times in one year! "Datz" a new record! Har har har har har har!
Apollo:
Datz, please... No more new records -- or bad puns, while you're at it. It's hard enough trying to help you as it is.
Datz:
Roger that. I'll be more careful next time!
Dhurke:
Datz, is what Mr. Wright said true? Did you really pay a visit to Dr. Buff that night?
Datz:
Sure did. Can't remember the exact time, though. All I know is he wouldn't hand over the orb. Someone put it in his head that we rebels were dangerous. That's why he threw me out.
Apollo:
So the doctor was still alive when Datz last saw him.
Athena:
We still have to prove it, though.
Dhurke:
...Better brace yourself, son. The next witness's testimony could make or break this case.
Apollo:
Yeah, I know. Hey, where's Trucy?
Athena:
She went to go see her dad.
Apollo:
Hmm... Maybe she's still mad.
Athena:
More like worried. Worried that this trial will create a rift between you two... ...and that you might then leave the agency.
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. She has an active imagination.
Bailiff:
Excuse me. The trial will be resuming shortly.
Apollo:
Well, let's go see what new testimony awaits us.
May 17District Court - Courtroom No. 6
Judge:
All right, court is back in session. Mr. Wright, you said you had a witness...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I would like to call the lone survivor of the doctor's murder to the stand.
Apollo:
(Wait.. He can't mean... that Sarge is here?) You mean Dr. Buff's reclusive kid? How did you get him to cooperate?
Phoenix:
...Nothing a little persuasion couldn't handle. The poor child only agreed to help if it meant catching the killer.
Apollo:
(Getting a kid like that to overcome his fear... Now that's impressive.) 
Athena:
This must be really important testimony for the kid to come out in public like this.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Please call your witness to the stand.
Judge:
.........Oh, my!
Sarge:
Sergeant Buff, at your service, sir!
Apollo:
...He's here as the drone? Really?
Judge:
...Um, Mr. Wright? What exactly is the meaning of this?
Phoenix:
Past trauma has rendered it impossible for the witness to venture into public. Leaving home was hard enough. And it seems leaving the witness lobby was just too much. But I would still like to continue with testimony delivered via this drone.
Judge:
Hmm... I understand it must be terrible to lose one's father like that... ...but testimony via a remote control toy? .........Well, let's take things for a spin and see how it goes.
Apollo:
(Just who's piloting this trial, anyway?!) 
Athena:
The judge sure warmed up to the idea fast.
Apollo:
I think the phrase you're looking for is "gave up."
Sarge:
You disappoint me, Corporal Justice! To think I once called you comrade!
Apollo:
AAAAAAAAAGH!
Sarge:
Defending the man who killed Papa?! That's full-on treason, soldier! I hereby demote you back to "private"!
Athena:
"Corporal"? "Private"? What's he talking about, Apollo?
Apollo:
It's... a long story.
Judge:
Now then, are you ready to testify, youngster?
Sarge:
Locked and loaded, sir! Ready to rain lead down upon the perpetrator! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Witness Testimony
-- What Happened That Evening --
Sarge:
Papa met with someone the night he died.
I didn't have eyes on the ground, as I'd already mounted my siege defense, but...
... I did hear him arguing with someone in his study!
From my window, I saw the one designated "Datz" getting ejected from the premises.
After that, the man lingered around the perimeter for some time.
He must have regrouped and killed my papa in the study later -- I just know it!
Judge:
Hmm... So he was thrown out, but later returned and committed the murder, did he?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. So the man my client saw... ...really must have been the fleeing Mr. Are'bal.
???:
Datz:
Objeeeeection! Wright, you backstabbing, no good--! I-I didn't kill no one!
Sarge:
It's the enemy! Ready all missiles! And... FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!!
Datz:
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!
Sarge:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Capitalist pig! I'll turn you into pork stroganoff! And that's just a taste of my ultimate anti-swine weapon!
Apollo:
(Whoa! It fires missiles, too?!) 
Judge:
...Yes, well, the witness is all yours, Mr. Justice.
Cross Examination
-- What Happened That Evening --
Sarge:
Papa met with someone the night he died.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Your father met with "someone"? Could you be more specific?
Sarge:
No. I was in the midst of a crucial defensive siege operation.
Apollo:
Right... You're referring to how you don't leave your room, correct?
Sarge:
You never know where the enemy might be lurking outside the siege perimeter.
Apollo:
What about, you know, school?
Sarge:
Oh, uhhh... I don't go to boot camp! I'm a soldier! A sergeant doesn't associate with rookies still too green to fight!
Apollo:
(With a kid like this, I bet Dr. Buff won't be getting any rest in the afterlife, either.)
Judge:
Hmm... It was very brave of you to come to the courthouse today. But what was that you said about a siege defense?
Sarge:
Oh, that? Well...
Sarge:
I didn't have eyes on the ground, as I'd already mounted my siege defense, but...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Um, Sarge? I've always wondered... ...who or what are you battling?
Sarge:
Th-That's... classified.
Apollo:
Even so, it may be relevant to this case.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Umm... I don't know if YOU'RE the right person to be asking things like that...
Athena:
That' right. Such matter need to be handled with a certain delicacy.
Apollo:
Oh, ha ha ha. I guess curiosity got the better of me.
Sarge:
You're all talk and no action, soldier! Out on the battlefield, it ain't the number of pretty words in yer repertoire... ...but the number of bullets in yer gun belt that counts!
Apollo:
(Easy for you to say. You're the one with all of them.
Judge:
Would the witness please tell the court what he saw and heard that night?
Present Sarge's Drone
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Sarge, are you hiding something from me?"
Sarge:
...I did hear him arguing with someone in his study!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What was the argument about?
Sarge:
I heard things like, "Where's the orb?!" and "Are you Defiant Dragons really criminals?!" It sounded real volatile, like a war might break out any second!
Apollo:
(So the two of them had an argument when Datz came to get the orb.) Did you see or hear anything else?
Sarge:
Yeah. I heard them arguing, and then, silence.
Sarge:
From my window, I saw the one designated "Datz" getting ejected from the premises.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
How was Mr. Are'bal acting?
Sarge:
Like a conquered trooper retreating with his tail between his legs.
Apollo:
A "trooper"...? Well, I guess he does dress like he's in the military.
Athena:
I bet those two would have really hit it off had they met under different circumstances.
Apollo:
(Well, he couldn't exactly leave without the orb...)
Sarge:
I bet he was angry that he'd been kicked out.
Sarge:
After that, the man lingered around the perimeter for some time.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
That... does seem suspicious.
Sarge:
He kept hiding behind trees and telephone poles, and stealing glances at our house.
Apollo:
Well, he couldn't exactly leave without the orb...)
Sarge:
I bet he was angry that he'd been kicked out.
Sarge:
He must have regrouped and killed my papa in the study later -- I just know it!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
But don't you keep your front door unlocked? If so, anyone could've gotten in..
Sarge:
That's true. Papa didn't keep our house locked up. He said there was no need because there were only good people in Kurain Village.
Apollo:
(Yet he ended up dead, anyway.)
Sarge:
Only a monster could do what they did to my kind, trusting Papa! There will be no mercy! I vow swift and terrible vengeance! I'll carpet-bomb the killer with everything in my arsenal! FIIIIIIRE!!!
Judge:
While I sympathize with you, witness, you will refrain from firing Gatling guns in this court.
Athena:
So Sarge saw Datz, too.
Apollo:
And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse. I wonder why he hung around after getting thrown out?
Athena:
I hate to say this, but if Datz is proven to be the killer... ...we'll lose the orb to the plaintiff. So our only option is to prove the Defiant Dragons had nothing to do with the murder!
Apollo:
Sarge, are you hiding something from me?
Sarge:
H-How dare you question your superior officer like that! You wanna get in on this stroganoff action with pig-boy over there, soldier?!
Apollo:
Sorry, but I'm afraid lawyers are missile-proof.
Sarge:
Wh-What?!
Judge:
Would the defense care to explain?
Apollo:
It's simple, Your Honor. Just as he is able to see what is happening in court right now... ...Sarge was able to see what happening in the study there. With his cherished drone, of course.
Sarge:
H-How dare you question your superior officer like that! You wanna get in on this stroganoff action with pig-boy over there, soldier?!
Judge:
Ahhh! Now that you mention it... And to think, the answer was right before our eyes this whole time.
Apollo:
Sarge! You were perfectly capable of patrolling the study that night! So you must've seen something!
Sarge:
Aaaaaaaaaagh! I'm hit! What is this strange new weaponry you're using against me?!
Apollo:
Courtroom warriors don't use guns or missiles, because evidence is our weapon of choice! And the evidence has exposed your bald-faced lie! My truth bomb, Sarge... has stripped your defenses bare!
Sarge:
A t-t... truth bomb?! Noooooooooooo! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! Mayday, mayday!!! I'm going doooooooown!!!
Judge:
Oh, my! Are you all right?!
Sarge:
*cough* *sputter* Evidence... Never have I seen such fearsome ordnance.
Apollo:
Tell it to us straight, Sarge. After all, you want to help your father, don't you?
Sarge:
Papa...
Apollo:
Yes. You want to find out who killed him, don't you? So please. Tell us what you saw that night.
Sarge:
...It's... It's... It's not what you think. I-I... I... I didn't see anything. I swear...!
Apollo:
...You sure? You seem awfully stressed for someone who didn't see anything.
Sarge:
...Grrrrrrr!
Apollo:
UWAAAAAAHHH! ...S-Sarge. You need to answer my question.
Sarge:
Shut your piehole, maggot! It'll be a scorching day in Siberia before a lowly private like you orders me around!
Apollo:
(...What's with him and Siberia, of all places? But if a scorching day is what it'll take, then maybe it's time to turn up the heat.) Hey, Athena. You think a therapy session might help?
Athena:
Well, it could help alleviate some of his anxiety.
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Athena:
...Plus, I'm picking up a lot of discord in Sarge's voice. That usually means the patient wants to say something, but can't for some reason.
Apollo:
And in Sarge's case, I imagine whatever's plaguing him is pretty severe. In that case, I leave it to you and your Mood Matrix magic!
Athena:
You got it! Your Honor, I believe I can be of help here.
Judge:
Time for a therapy session, is it, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
Yes. It will help the witness with his anxiety -- maybe even enough to testify!
Judge:
Then by all means, please prong the poor child out into the light of day. ...Oh, but I assume this will be all right with you, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Why not? It's not like we all haven't been through this before.
Sarge:
Wh-What are you butting in for, lady?! There ain't a place on this battlefield for you!
Athena:
Athena:
I beg to differ, Sarge. This G.I. Jane's always ready for a fight in the courtroom! And wait until you see what I've got in my arsenal -- analytical psychology! With it, I'm going to blow a big ol' hole in the armor you've built around your heart!
Sarge:
UWAAAAAAH! First evidence, now analytical psychology?! Where are these WMDs coming from?! ...W-Well, if it's a batle you want, bring it on! You may have started this war, but I'm going to end it, Corpswoman Cykes!
Athena:
You got it, Sarge. Time to seek out the agony buried deep in your heart.
Widget:
Brace yourself!
Sarge:
I stayed in my room with my drone that evening.
Sarge:
I heard Datz and Papa arguing with each other.
Sarge:
Datz got kicked out, but I saw him still hanging around outside.
Sarge:
I was in my room, so I didn't know Papa was dead until the next day.
Pinpoint Surprise
Apollo:
Leads to:
"That's strange..."
Apollo:
So I'm looking for unexpected emotions and unnatural reactions, right?
Athena:
Right -- emotions and reactions that don't fit the content of his testimony. When you find one, make sure you point it out to me. Also, remember not to view his emotional reactions in isolation. Sometimes, it's important to see how they change from one statement to the next.
Apollo:
Okay, I'll give it a try.
Apollo:
That's strange... You reacted with shock when you discovered your father's body... ...yet, you weren't nearly as shocked then as when you saw Mr. Are'bal. Normally, you'd expect the death of one's father to be much more impactful.
Sarge:
...Enemy fire! Direct hit!!!
Athena:
That IS strange. I wonder what it could mean.
Apollo:
Well, we know he wasn't as affected by his father's death as he should have been. And I think I know why.
Athena:
Oh?
Apollo:
Sarge, you weren't as shocked at seeing your father's body as seeing Mr. Are'bal because...
You're scared of Mr. Are'bal
Apollo:
Maybe you were scared of him?
Sarge:
Why you--! How could you even THINK I was scared of that capitalist pig!
Apollo:
So you weren't scared?
Sarge:
Listen up, trainee! You feckless amateurs don't even know what true fear is! Naïve little babies like you wouldn't last two seconds out there. So he's your first lesson, private! A heaping spoonful of true, battlefield terror!
Apollo:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Athena:
I think that means you were wrong. But there's no need to look so bitter about it, Apollo.
Apollo:
No, but that was some bitter medicine... (Ugh, the aftertaste of failure...)
Leads back to:
"Sarge, you weren't as shocked at seeing your father's body as seeing Mr. Are'bal because..."
You'd already seen his body
Leads to:
"Sarge..."
Something else shocked you
Apollo:
Did... something else shock you when you saw Mr. Are'bal? Something even more shocking than your father's death?
Athena:
Hmm, like what exactly, Apollo?
Apollo:
I don't know... Maybe a mouse or a cockroach?
Athena:
Eeeuuuwww, gross!!!
Sarge:
Foolish cannon fodder! Vermin are powerless in the fact of my deadly arsenal! I'll pump 'em full of lead!
Apollo:
Sounds kinda messy, don't you think?
Sarge:
...Ah! Th-Then I'll develop new weaponry! Maybe a flamethrower'd do the trick...
Apollo:
S-Sure... As long as you keep it "for vermin use only"...
Athena:
Guess it wasn't something like mice or cockroaches after all, huh.
Apollo:
No, but it was worth a try -- especially to see your reaction. (*sigh* What else could it be...?)
Leads back to:
"Sarge, you weren't as shocked at seeing your father's body as seeing Mr. Are'bal because..."
Apollo:
Sarge... Maybe the truth is, you left your room that night. And that's when you saw it -- your father's body.
Sarge:
I-I saw no such thing!
Apollo:
Really? You didn't see his body? All right then, what DID you see?
Sarge:
Err...
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Athena:
Look, Apollo! We've lost some noise!
Apollo:
So, just as I suspected... he really did see something. Sarge! Please. Tell us what you saw.
Sarge:
Ooh... B-But... .................. ........................... I-I... The moment I saw it, ooh... ...I-I.. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't stand  to lose yet another loved one.
Apollo:
Huh? Am I missing something here?. Is that you weren't very shocked when you found out your father was dead? Because you had already sensed he was a goner somehow?
Sarge:
M-Maybe...
Apollo:
Please, Sarge. What was it you saw on the night of your father's murder?
Sarge:
Ooh... Gah gah gah gah. I-I... I saw... ...Agh. Gah. Hrgh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! UHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Apollo:
Wh-What's happening?! I don't like where this is going...
Sarge:
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! NO MORE! NO MORE, PLEEEEEEAAASE!!!
Athena:
Eeeeeek!
Widget:
Help!
Sarge:
I've confiscated your little toy! The battlefield has no place for unauthorized equipment!
Athena:
W-Widget...! A-Apollo! I can't continue the rest of the session without him!
Judge:
C-Calm yourself this instant, witness! I hereby order you to submit to your therapy session! What in blazes...?!
Sarge:
Lookit me! I'm judge, jury, and executioner now! I hereby convene a military tribunal!
Apollo:
Whoa, whoa... This has gone way too far.
Judge:
B-Bailiff! Arrest that drone this instant!
Sarge:
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWRRRRRR!
Bailiff:
Stop resisting! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! If you don't come quietly, I'll--!
Sarge:
FIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRE!
Bailiff:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Athena:
Give Widget back right-- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!!!
.........................
.........................................
Athena:
*huff* *puff* *cough, cough* Whew, finally got him back.
Apollo:
Nice work.
Judge:
Hmm... This witness is truly a handful.
Sarge:
Ooh... hup, two, three, four... Uwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
Phoenix:
Ms. Cykes, what is the witness's current psychological state?
Athena:
Let's see... He's emotionally all over the map. 
Apollo:
So his out-of-control emotions are in control of him, huh. Does that mean we can calm him down if we can figure out the root cause?
Athena:
Yes. So let's see what we can find. Sarge! Can you hear me?
Sarge:
Ooh... I-Is that you, Corpswoman Cykes?
Athena:
I'm here. Now, I want you to take a few deep breaths. Just try to relax. Try it with me. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
Sarge:
In... Out... In... Out...
Athena:
And now... Let your emotions take you where they will. Go on, just let it all out!
Sarge:
UHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! All forces, attaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Apollo:
(...That's the LEAST relaxing breathing exercise I've ever seen.)
Sarge:
Datz was still hanging around after he got kicked out when...
Sarge:
...I heard more fighting, and I got worried about Papa.
Sarge:
So I left my room, but suddenly...
Sarge:
...I got dizzy and passed out.
Sarge:
I remember a flame lighting up the room...
Probe Flames
Apollo:
Leads to:
"That's it!"
Sarge:
...and Papa grinning with delight.
Probe Flames
Apollo:
Leads to:
"That's it!"
Sarge:
That's when he must have been killed. If only I hasn't passed out!
Apollo:
That's it! Sarge... You were overcome with shock and fear when you saw those flames, weren't you?
Sarge:
Was I...?
Apollo:
Yes. Just six months ago... ...you and your mother were caught up in an arsonist's blaze. So it's no wonder you would be extremely scared of fire.
Sarge:
...Y-Yes, that does make sense.
Athena:
And maybe, just maybe... ...your subconscious fear of fire was what caused you to withdraw from the world.
Sarge:
What do you mean, Corpswoman Cykes?
Athena:
In the outside world, you were bound to come across all sorts of fire. Candles, cigarettes... heck, even the grill at a diner. Even if it's not that often, just the idea that you might see them... ...grew bigger and bigger until you couldn't shut it out.
Sarge:
...! I... I think you might be onto something. Candles, cigarettes... Just thinking about them sends a chill down my spine.
Apollo:
(Wow, the things I take for granted.)
Sarge:
Now I see. I was afraid... Afraid of the fire. Strange, I didn't even realize it myself.
Apollo:
About that fire, Sarge... Can you tell me what it was burning?
Athena:
Just say calm and maybe something will come to you.
Sarge:
Oh, umm... ............. ..................Oh! I'm starting to remember! I-It was...! It was that relic! That relic Papa was studying... It was on fire!
Apollo:
The orb... was on fire?
Sarge:
Mm-hm. It's still kind of fuzzy...  ...but yes, the "orb" was burning right in front of Papa. And there... in the flames was... ...Mama? Yes! Now I remember... I saw Mama appear amid the dancing flames!
Apollo:
Wait... WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
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Apollo:
Wh-What's going on here?
Athena:
Maybe it's a memory from the fire that killed his mother. Hmm... He might be confusing it with what really happened when his father died.
Apollo:
So let me guess... More therapy?
Athena:
Yep. But this time, it seems there's an inconsistency in his statements. And I think we should be able to prove that with the evidence at hand.
Apollo:
(I hope this inconsistency is the key... ...to proving that the relic is really the Founder's Orb!)
Sarge:
Datz was still hanging around after he got kicked out when...
Sarge:
...I heard more fighting, and I got worried about Papa.
Sarge:
So I left my room, but suddenly, I got dizzy and passed out.
Sarge:
I remember a flame lighting up the room, and Papa grinning with delight.
Sarge:
The relic was on fire, and I saw Mama's face inside
Sarge:
That's when he must have been killed. If only I hasn't passed out!
Present Founder's Orb
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Don't blame yourself, Sarge."
Apollo:
Don't blame yourself, Sarge. After all, even if you hadn't passed out... ...the outcome would've been the same.
Sarge:
What do you mean?
Apollo:
I'm talking about the time of death. Your father wasn't killed right after you left your room.
Sarge:
Wh-What?! Explain yourself at once, Private Justice!
Apollo:
You said you saw your father burning the orb, right? But that night, he went out to hide it in a cave. So, what you saw, Sarge... ...was something that happened before your father left to hide the orb.
Sarge:
Ah!
Apollo:
So you see, you didn't pass out right before he was killed. You passed out right before he left for the cave, to hide the orb in the ruins within.
Sarge:
S-So, even if I hadn't passed out...
Apollo:
That's right. The outcome would've been exactly the same. That's because your father, Dr. Buff, was killed after he returned from the ruins. And therefore, Sarge, there's no need to blame yourself.
Sarge:
Oh... I see... .............. ................................ Private Justice... Can... Can you really say I bear no blame in this?
Apollo:
...Why do you ask?
Sarge:
.........Because... the truth is... ...if I hadn't engaged in my siege defense, Papa would still be alive.
Apollo:
Sarge...
Sarge:
Papa wished nothing more than for me to lead a happy, healthy life. That's why he quit his job and moved us out, away from the big city. But even then, I didn't have the courage to set foot into the outside world. And in the end... 
...I failed to make Papa's wish come true.
Sarge:
.....................
???:
...Um, Sarge?
Athena:
If you want to make your father's wish come true... If that's what you really want... ...then who's to say it's too late? Why don't you take the first step now?
Sarge:
...My first step?
Athena:
That's right. You can cast off all your regret. You can stop standing still and start moving forward. You have the power within you. I know from experience. I know what's it like to feel like you do. But only you... only you can decide to take the first step!
Sarge:
................................ 
Apollo:
If you don't change your tactics now, Sarge... .. the victory you seek in the war you're waging will always lie beyond your grasp.
Sarge:
................................................ Hmm... I think I understand now. I've... I've made up my mind! 
Apollo:
!
Sarge:
As of this moment... ...I will suspend my siege defense indefinitely!
Apollo:
...............Huh?
???:
S-Sergeant Buff, r-reporting for duty.
Apollo:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! I-I-I thought you were a guy!
Athena:
You're DEFINTELY not the gruff drill sergeant I envisioned!
???:
W-Well, my mama was in the Russian army.
Phoenix:
I was just as shocked, but it certainly explained a few things when I found out, too. May I introduce to you Miss Armie Buff, age 12.
Apollo:
N-No way...
Armie:
Careful, soldier! Don't forget I could blow you away at a moment's notice!
Athena:
S-She's just too cute...
Apollo:
So... Have you always been in a wheelchair, Sarge?
Armie:
Negative. Only since I was injured... in the fire.
Judge:
Umm... Your voice sounds awfully different from before.
Armie:
My drone features a voice modulation device. It's just one of my army's many technological marvels.
Judge:
Well, you fooled me. I thought some twenty-something military fanatic was at the controls.
Armie:
I-If it's all the same to you, troops, I'd like to continue my testimony! I've just remembered something! And it's as crisp and clear as a trumpet at roll call.
Apollo:
What did you remember?
Armie:
It wasn't my mother who appeared in the burning orb. It was some lady Papa had shown me a picture of a long time ago. He said it was the Holy Mother, the founder of Khura'inism. She appeared right there, right in the burning orb!
Apollo:
Huh...?!
Phoenix:
What did you just say?!
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BYE BYE
Athena:
The Holy Mother of Khura'inism was in the burning orb? Wh-What does that even mean?
Phoenix:
...I have a bad feeling about this.
Apollo:
Could it be...? Could this explain what Sarge means by the Holy Mother appearing in the burning orb?
Present Research Notes
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Dr. Buff's research notes?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Armie:
What's that?
Apollo:
A piece of related evidence. Wouldn't you agree? Although, to be honest, I'd have to plead the fifth if you asked me how certain I was.
Sarge:
Private! Did you really think such a cockamamie plan would rout out the enemy?!
Apollo:
Yiiiiiikes! {I'd better be more careful!)
Athena:
If the orb was burning, maybe the evidence you're looking for has to do with fire.
Apollo:
Yeah, I know.
Leads back to:
"Could this explain what Sarge means by the Holy Mother appearing in the burning orb?"
Athena:
Dr. Buff's research notes? What do they have to do with this?
Apollo:
Look at this! The burning orb, the appearance of the founder -- this part points to both!
Present third verse of the Song of Ceremony
Apollo:
Leads to:
"There's a legend about the orb involving a mysterious riddle."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
It's all... right here!
Athena:
Umm.. I'm not seeing it.
Apollo:
Well, it's... Maybe you can explain it, Athena.
Athena:
I'M not the one who's supposed to explain things when YOU'RE the one presenting!
Apollo:
(Yikes, she's really mad. I'd better come up with something before her anger burns me to a crisp.)
Leads back to:
"Look at this!"
Apollo:
There's a legend about the orb involving a mysterious riddle. And this song, in turn, is said to contain the key to solving it. If the legend is true, then I believe the answer lies in this part of the song: "Offer thy prayers as fervent as fire Only then shall the Holy Mother return." ...Well? Anyone see where I'm going with this?
Phoenix:
Prayers as fervent as fire... ...Ah! You're supposed to... set the orb on fire?
Apollo:
The whole stanza seems to suggest that the founder will appear if the orb is set on fire.
Athena:
...Wait! S-So the doctor! He...!
Apollo:
...Yes, Athena. He had solved the ancient riddle of the Founder's Orb!
Judge:
Oh, my!
Armie:
Papa was a great archeologist. So I believe in him... and I want to believe... I want to believe he achieved his long-time dream of solving that riddle before he died.
Apollo:
Well, we won't know for sure... until we try it for ourselves.
Armie:
Yes, do it, Private Justice. Please! I want to see what Papa was searching for with my own eyes!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The, uh... The plaintiff must object to this!
Apollo:
Apollo:
The plaintiff will stand down and be quiet!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Y-You don't have the right to set a precious relic like that on fire!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Oh, but I do. All I needed was Sarge's permission. Since we still don't know if this treasure if the Founder's Orb or the Crystal of Ami Fey... ...any ownership rights the doctor had now belong to his daughter. Therefore, you have absolutely no right to stop us!
Phoenix
...Gnrk!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. I never thought I'd be saying this, but you may burn the evidence.
Apollo:
All right, here we go!
Apollo:
Look!
Athena:
A-Apollo! The inside of the orb... It's melting!
Apollo:
There's something in there... Ahhhhhhhhhh! Dh-Dhurke! Isn't she...?
Dhurke:
Her garb leaves no room for doubt. It's the founder herself! Face and all...
Dhurke:
I-I don't understand. The greatest taboo in Khura'inism... ...is the depiction of the founder's face. Yet here it is, hidden within this orb!
Founder's Orb updated in the Court Record.
Apollo:
Sorry, Mr. Wright, but as you can see, the issue is "crystal" clear. This figure is the Holy Mother, founder of Khura'inism. And based on that, this must be none other than the Founder's Orb!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
B-Be that as it may, Mr. Are'bal still may have killed the doctor! If so, it would render the Orb Transfer Agreement null and void!
Apollo:
Don't play dumb, Mr. Wright. The truth of the matter has already been proven! Dr. Buff wasn't killed right after Sarge saw Mr. Are'bal. It happened after the doctor came back from hiding the orb. And you've no proof that Mr. Are'bal was  still around at the time!
Phoenix:
...Urrrrrrrgh.
Apollo:
Your claim that the Defiant Dragons were behind the crime doesn't hold water. And that means the Orb Transfer Agreement is still perfectly valid. 
Phoenix:
...Arrrrrrrgh.
Apollo:
Admit it, Mr. Wright. I just burned your whole case to the ground!
Phoenix:
Ooh... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Apollo:
(I won? I actually won?)
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! Would you care to respond?
Phoenix:
.........R-Respond? ...Um...
Apollo:
(I didn't think so!)
Athena:
Wait, did we just win? Did we actually beat the Turnabout Terror?! You're amazing, Apollo!
Atishon:
Don't just stand there, Wright! Do something!
Phoenix:
...Umm, well... I don't think there's any digging out of this hole.
Apollo:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, I think it's time for your concession speech. I have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is the Founder's Orb. The facts don't lie, but you obviously do. How's that for a campaign slogan?
Atishon:
Why-Why you contemptuous peasant...!
Judge:
...Hmmm. I think this is a good time to wrap up this trial. If both parties have no further objections, I will render my verdict.
Apollo:
No objections here, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
Err... Um... No ob--
???:
Atishon:
You can't do this. The crystal is mine! I'll lose the election if I lose that crystal!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but there's really nothing more I can do.
Atishon:
...You haven't forgotten about our little chat... have you?
Phoenix:
! ..........
Apollo:
(What's going on here?)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...Y-Your Honor. I...I object to the defense's last claim!
Apollo:
What?!
Phoenix:
I don't believe they have truly proven that the relic is indeed the Founder's Orb.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Mr. Wright. I don't think even you could bluff your way out of this one! What possible argument could you have to claim that this isn't the Founder's Orb?
Phoenix
.........Um, about that... ...................Oh, of course!
Apollo:
.......... (H-He can't possibly have hit on something...)
Phoenix
The defense's assertion is incomplete, and here's why. The defense is basing their claim that this relic is the Founder's Orb on a legend. And that legend claims that the founder will return when the riddle is solved at last. 
Apollo:
Right. And that's what happened. The founder was revealed for all to see.
Phoenix:
But Mr. Justice, what about the rest of the legend? 
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
According to the legend, once the founder returned... ...she would bestow spiritual power onto the person who solved the riddle.
Apollo:
..........Y-You're kidding, right?
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Justice? Do you feel great spiritual power coursing through your veins?
Apollo:
Um.......... no. B-But receiving spiritual powers and stuff... it's all just mystic mumbo-jumbo, right?
Phoenix:
Maybe so, but you're the one basing your claim on said legend. And what we saw here does not fully fulfill it, does it?
Apollo:
N-No, but...
Phoenix:
Consequently... You cannot rightfully claim that this is the Founder's Orb!
Judge:
..........
Atishon:
..........
Apollo:
..........
..........
Apollo:
(What's gotten into him? Why is Mr. Wright doing this?)
Judge:
Hmm... It would appear that Mr. Wright has lost a few of his marbles.
Phoenix:
...Th_That couldn't be further from the truth, Your Honor.
Judge:
In any case... I believe this ai good time for a recess. Both sides will have 20 minutes to prepare. I ask that all arguments be ready by then. Oh, and Mr. Wright? You'd do well to wash up and find your missing marbles by then, too.
Phoenix:
....................
May 17District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Athena:
Mr. Wright is sure acting funny. I mean, he's famous for going out on a limb, but that last assertion was just plain crazy.
Apollo:
It's either a bluff or a Hail Mary. Either way, it doesn't make much sense.
Trucy:
...Maybe there's something we're missing here. Although, he seemed perfectly normal when we spoke earlier.
Athena:
...Apollo, I have a bad feeling about this. I'm going to go check up on him.
Apollo:
(What's going on with you, Mr. Wright...?)
???:
Hey. Private Justice.
Apollo:
...Oh, Sarge.
Armie:
I forgot to mention something. O-On the night of Papa's murder, a strange thing happened.
Apollo:
Oh? But why are you only telling me about it now?
Armie:
Well... I didn't say anything before because I thought Papa's death was an accident. But now that we know otherwise, I figured it might be important.
Apollo:
(There's still more to this case?)
Armie:
When I left my room and lost consciousness, I passed out right here. 
Apollo:
That's right above the coffee bar.
Armie:
Mm-hm. But when I came to... ...someone was pushing my wheelchair.
Apollo:
What?!
Armie:
I was so scared, I beat a hasty retreat -- as fast as my wheels would take me!
Apollo:
Do you know who it was?
Armie:
No. It was pitch black. Plus, I fled to my room so fast, I didn't even have a chance to turn on the lights.
Apollo:
Maybe it was your father.
Armie:
No, he would have said something to me. Besides, I'd have known if it was him.
Apollo:
So then, it could've been... ...your father's real killer?
Armie:
My thoughts exactly.
Apollo:
But you didn't report this to the police?
Armie:
...I-It didn't even occur to me.
Apollo:
It's okay. You were obviously still upset, so don't bear yourself up over it.
Dhurke:
Apollo, this could be really important information. I think the act of pushing Sarge's wheelchair could be part of some bigger scheme. It's hard to see why else the killer would do such a thing.
Apollo:
(Guess I should take her statement down as evidence.)
Armie's Statement added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
Oh, welcome back, Athena. ...Hm? (What's with the long face?)
Athena:
..........
Apollo:
How'd it go with Mr. Wright?
Athena:
.......... What should I...?
Apollo:
Athena?
Athena:
Oops, sorry! Zones out there for a sec. The recess is almost over, so let's go! Ha, a-ha-ha.
Apollo:
........ (What was that all about?)
May 17District Court - Courtroom No. 6
Judge:
All right. Court is, once again, back in session. Now, umm... Mr. Wright. About that last objection you raised...
Phoenix:
We, the plaintiffs, still believe that the defense has yet to sufficiently prove its case. They claim that, according to legend, the Founder's Orb would bestow spiritual power... ...yet the relic in question has failed to do so. Therefore, it has failed its own test.
Judge:
I-I see...
Apollo:
(He's sticking with that ridiculous argument?) 
Phoenix:
Furthermore... ...even if is the Founder's Orb, it can't be awarded to the Defiant Dragons can't take it. After all, they were the ones who killed Dr. Buff.
Apollo:
Apollo:
What are you talking about? That was already proven false. There are no grounds for asserting that the Defiant Dragons murdered the doctor!
Phoenix:
Oh, but I'm afraid there are, Mr. Justice. ...Your Honor. I would like to present new testimony to this court. Testimony that will show that Datz Are'bal did, in fact, kill Dr. Buff!
Apollo:
What?!
Judge:
Very well. You may call your witness.
Athena:
I guess Mr. Wright found another new angle.
Apollo:
What new testimony could there be this late in the game?
Atishon:
Fellow citizens! It is I, Paul Atishon, the once and future representative of the people!
Apollo:
(Jeez, not him again.) 
Phoenix:
My client divulged new information to me during the recess. He remembered something he saw, you see -- something crucial to this case.
Apollo:
(How very convenient...) 
Witness Testimony
-- Datz's Crime --
Atishon:
It was around 11 at night, and I was out on a mobile meet-and-greet around the village.
That's when I saw Dr. Buff being murdered from outside his study window!
Mr. Are'bal snuck up from behind and struck him on the head.
His weapon of choice: a suitcase.
A big, strong man like him could easily swing a heavy suitcase into someone's head.
Apollo:
You saw the murder as it happened?! And you're just telling us this now because...?
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. I saved the best for last. It's a tactic known to all the political greats.
Phoenix:
The murder weapon was a complete mystery... ...but my client's eyewitness account has finally brought it to light.
Judge:
According to the autopsy report... ...Dr. Buff was struck in the head by the corner of some object. I suppose that could very well be the corner of a suitcase.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But eyewitness testimony isn't the same as hard evidence!
Phoenix:
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that if I were you.
Apollo:
What's that supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
We have physical evidence, too. A luminol test revealed... ...the doctor's blood on Mr. Are'bal's suitcase.
Apollo:
R-Really?! But how does that prove that Mr. Are'bal used it as a weapon?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You should know the answer to that, Mr. Justice. Since you know was well as I that the suitcase is covered in his fingerprints.
Apollo:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (I forgot we'd dusted it right in front of Ema!)
Athena:
The Turnabout Terror strikes again.
Judge:
Hmm... This is quite convincing testimony and evidence. Nevertheless, you may proceed with your cross-examination, Mr. Justice.
Cross Examination
-- Datz's Crime --
Atishon:
It was around 11 at night, and I was out on a mobile meet-and-greet around the village.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You were on a so-called "mobile-meet-and-greet" at 11 at night?
Atishon:
That's right. It's the perfect time because everyone is at home. You should have seen how the villagers' eyes teared up when they heard what I had to say.
Apollo:
(With tears of frustration, no doubt.) You weren't riding around in your palanquin?
Atishon:
That's right. Some village idiot reported me to the police. I've been banned from using it after dark.
Athena:
No wonder, what with all the noise he makes.
Apollo:
So, what exactly did you see, then?
Atishon:
That's when I saw Dr. Buff being murdered from outside his study window!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Sounds like you witnessed something rather shocking.
Atishon:
Indeed. I didn't even believe it at first. I mean, a vicious murder, in Kurain?
Apollo:
There haven't been many murders there, I take it?
Atishon:
If I'm elected, I promise you that such a terrible tragedy will never happen again! A vote for me is a vote to banish murder forever from our beloved Kurain Village!
Apollo:
(Yeah, good luck with that.)
Judge:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, please tell the court what you saw at the scene of the crime.
Atishon:
Mr. Are'bal snuck up from behind and struck him on the head.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
He snuck up from behind? So you're saying the doctor never even realized Mr. Are'bal was there?
Atishon:
That's right. He was utterly absorbed in a book. 
Apollo:
...I see. What did you see Mr. Are'bal do next?
Atishon:
He climbed up the bookshelf ladder and dumped a bunch of books down on the body. I believe he was trying to make it look like an accident. But that idiot didn't realize I could see everything from outside the window.
Apollo:
(One of those statements doesn't feel right.) Your Honor, I believe the witness made an important statement just now about how...
The crime was clearly visible
Apollo:
If the crime was visible through the window, that's earth-shattering testimony!
Judge:
...Is it? Because to my ears, it sounds like a rather obvious fact.
Apollo:
...Oh, sorry. I'm good, then.
Judge:
Hmmm... Very well. Will the witness please continue with his testimony?
The doctor was reading a book
Apollo:
The doctor was reading a book at the time of the murder...? That's vital testimony!
Judge:
Very well. The witness will please add that statement to his testimony.
Add statement:
"The doctor was standing in front of the bookshelves, absorbed in a book."
Datz is an idiot
Apollo:
The witness said Mr. Are'bal is an idiot. That's a key piece of information!
Datz:
Don't you jump on the bandwagon, AJ! I'm no idiot, you hear!
Judge:
Hmm... I fail to see how that is a key piece of information.
Apollo:
...Yeah, I guess it's not, is it?
Judge:
Then it seems there is no need to add it into the witness's testimony. So let's get on with it, shall we?
Atishon:
The doctor was standing in front of the bookshelves, absorbed in a book.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You watched a murderer commit his crime and did nothing to stop it? That doesn't sound like a good way to score points with the voting public.
Atishon:
I'm a politician, not a superhero! I'm under no obligation to risk life and limb.
Athena:
He's sure quick to deny his obligations when there's nothing in it for him.
Apollo:
I'm getting tired of listening to his endless campaigning and flimsy rationalizations.
Phoenix:
About your testimony, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson... You said Mr. Are'bal struck the doctor from behind when he was absorbed in a book.
Atishon:
Yes, that's exactly what happened.
Present Doctor's Reading Glasses
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The doctor was standing in front of the bookshelves, absorbed in a book, you say?"
Atishon:
His weapon of choice: a suitcase.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Are you sure?
Atishon:
Positive. I saw it with my own two eyes.
Apollo:
Yet, despite your certainty, you kept quiet about it until now?
Atishon:
No, I was waiting. I knew there would be a perfect chance to talk about it later. Information must always be disclosed in a strategic manner. That is one of the lessons of kingcraft, as taught by the Atishon clan.
Apollo:
(Is there a lesson, by chance, in the Atishon Kingcraft Guidebook on being honest?)
Atishon:
Anyway, I saw Mr. Are'bal commit that heinous crime.
Atishon:
A big, strong man like him could easily swing a heavy suitcase into someone's head.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo: 
I would have to agree, that suitcase is really heavy. ...Wait a second. How did you know it was so heavy? For all you knew, it could've been empty.
Atishon:
Gnrk!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
My client witnessed the crime in progress. So naturally, he saw Mr. Are'bal straining to lift what was obviously a heavy suitcase. I can't say I'm a fan of you trying to discredit my client by tripping him up, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(But I'm just doing what you always do, Mr. Wright!)
Before adding statement
Athena:
Talk about new testimony. He's totally changed his story.
Apollo:
If he had really seen the murder taking place, you'd think he'd have said so from the start.
Athena:
Maybe he had some reason to hide what he really saw?
Apollo:
(If so, that might be our only opening.)
After adding statement
Athena:
Dr. Buff was struck from behind while he was absorbed in a book? He must've been really into it.
Apollo:
Hmm... It doesn't add up.
Athena:
What doesn't?
Apollo:
(That Paul Atishon is lying. I'm sure of it.)
Apollo:
The doctor was standing in front of the bookshelves, absorbed in a book, you say? I'm sorry, but it seems your testimony is completely unreliable.
Atishon:
That's quite a bold statement. Well, let's hear you back it up. I challenge you to prove that I am anything but 100% reliable.
Apollo:
It would be my pleasure. Lately, it seems that the doctor's eyes had gotten so bad, he needed reading glasses. However, his reading glasses were over on his desk. So you see, there's no way he could've been reading a book in front of the bookshelves!
Atishon:
Hrrrrrrngh!
Apollo:
I'm sorry, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, but... ...I'm going to have to ask you to explain this discrepancy to the voting public!
Atishon:
Ngah, gah gah gah! I-I-I...
Apollo:
You what?
Atishon:
I-I'll explain it, you lowly cur! I simply made a mistake, you see. The doctor was actually sitting at his desk when Mr. Are'bal hit him over the head!
Apollo:
But then the doctor would have been facing him. Surely he would've seen him and tried to run?
Atishon:
D-Dr. Buff was nodding off! I could tell because he his eyes were closed, and he wasn't moving!
Apollo:
(Sounds more like what you would do.) Then how do you explain the back that he was struck in the back of the head? Isn't that something that should be impossible from the front of the desk?
Atishon:
...Oh, um... About that... H-He... He bowed his head when he nodded off. That's when he was clobbered.
Judge:
Hmm... So that's what you saw. Well, Mr. Justice, that sounds like a perfectly reasonable explanation to me. Do you have a problem with the proposal that the doctor was struck while nodding off?
No problem
Apollo:
No problem here, Your Honor. The doctor was probably dozing, just as the witness said.
Athena:
N-No, Apollo! Wait! If you accept that, then you might as well admit Datz killed the doctor.
Apollo:
...Your Honor! I, uh, actually do have a problem with that statement...
Judge:
Very well. But let's avoid careless answers like that, or I will have a problem with you!
Apollo:
(Guess I blew that one.)
Judge:
Now, as you were saying, Mr. Justice?
Leads to:
"There is a problem."
A big problem
Leads to:
"There is a problem."
Apollo:
There is a problem. A very big problem. The witness's statement doesn't hold up under the slightest bit of scrutiny!
Judge:
Is that so? Then will you please show this court what evidence you have to justify this?
Apollo:
Gladly, Your Honor. This shows the problem with the witness's claim that he saw the doctor nodding off!
Present Study Diagram
Apollo:
Leads to:
"...A diagram of the study?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Apollo:
This shows the glaring problem with the witness's statement!
Atishon:
...............Zzz...
Apollo:
See? The witness has passed out from the overwhelming power of my evidence!
Phoenix:
No, Mr. Justice. Your lackadaisical attempt to refute him put my client to sleep. That's all.
Judge:
I feel a yawn coming on myself. Perhaps giving you this penalty will wake me up.
Apollo:
Surely there are better ways to stay awake, Your Honor?
Athena:
Apollo, think about the relative positions of the witness and doctor again.
Apollo:
Right. That's where we'll find the contradiction.
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Justice. See that you avoid these snooze-incusing answers in the future.
Leads back to:
"This shows the problem with the witness's claim that he saw the doctor nodding off!"
Judge:
...A diagram of the study?
Apollo:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson allegedly viewed the murder from... ...here. And the doctor was allegedly nodding off... ...here. But from his vantage point, the bookcase would've blocked the witness's line of sight.
Judge:
Why, yes, I believe you're right!
Atishon:
B-B-But...! Arrrgh!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The fact remains, my client knew that the suitcase was the murder weapon. So he definitely had first-hand knowledge of the crime scene!
Apollo:
I'm afraid I have to agree with you there, Mr. Wright. But then we have to ask ourselves, from what vantage point did he see the murder?
Phoenix:
What are you insinuating, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
From what vantage point could Mr. Atishon-Wimperson have seen the dozing doctor? Once we determine that, I believe we'll finally see the truth behind this incident. The witness saw the murder from... right here!
Present area between bookshelf and coffee bar
Apollo:
Leads to:
"You've got to be kidding!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Phoenix:
How could he have seen it from there?
Apollo:
Oh, umm... He just did somehow? I mean, I just feel like it must've been from there.
Athena:
Um, Apollo? for some reason, I feel like you're wrong.
Judge:
Hmm... And for some reason, I feel like giving you a penalty.
Apollo:
(So much for that spot.)
Athena:
Hmm... Looking at it in another way... ...where must Mr. Atishon-Wimperson have been standing to see the doctor nodding off?
Apollo:
Someplace where the bookcase wasn't blocking his view, I guess.
Judge:
Now then. Will the defense please indicate where the witness saw the murder from?
Leads back to:
"The witness saw the murder from... right here!"
Phoenix:
You've got to be kidding!
Judge:
B-But that's--!
Apollo:
it is indeed. But everything only makes sense if the witness was there in the study.
Athena:
I-Inside the study? But that's the scene of the crime!
Apollo:
I know. Mr. Atishon-Wimperson -- the man who claims to be a witness to the murder... ...was most certainly in that very room.
Athena:
A-Apollo, are you suggesting...?
Apollo:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson! Weren't YOU the one who actually swung that suitcase?
Atishon:
Gaaaaaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What you're proposing is ludicrous! My client is a small, thin man, whereas Mr. Are'bal had the musculature to pull it off.
Apollo:
......... (He has a point... I gave up trying to lift that thing after one go.)
Atishon:
That's right. He's the only one who could've lifted such a heavy object. Now do you understand? The rebel Datz Are'bal is the doctor's killer!
Athena:
As long as the suitcase is the murder weapon, the suspicion falls entirely on Datz. You'll have to poke a hole in Mr. Wright's argument somehow, Apollo.
Apollo:
Oh, I will. And with his own technique, no less. If Mr. Atishon-Wimperson couldn't swing the suitcase around... ...we'll just have to consider another way he could've used it as a murder weapon instead. I'm going to turn this case on its head, Mr. Wright, just like you taught me.
Phoenix:
...You talk big, Mr. Justice, but do you have what it takes?
Judge:
Well, this should be interesting...
Apollo::
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson's testimony has been filled with one inaccuracy after another. First he stated Dr. Buff was in front of the bookshelves. Now he claims that the doctor was sitting at his desk. So where was the victim REALLY when he was killed? Also, where was his killer, and how was the murder weapon REALLY used?
Judge:
So the important thing here is the position of the victim and killer related to each other?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. If they were positioned a certain way... ...it would be possible to use the suitcase as a weapon without lifting a finger.
Phoenix:
You can't mean...!
Apollo:
I would ask the court to recall the study's layout. It's quite distinctive, as you can see. Now, if Dr. Buff were sitting in a certain spot, and his killer was at a certain other spot... ...the suitcase would become a weapon ANYONE could use!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, Mr. Justice. Where was Dr. Buff's killer at the time of the crime?
Present second floor above coffee bar
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Th-There...?!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Judge:
How could the murder have been committed from there?
Phoenix:
Yes, I would love to see a demonstration.
Apollo:
...Um, well... I can't from here..
Judge:
Well, I have a demonstration for you from here... on how to give a penalty.
Apollo:
(So much for that spot.)
Athena:
If the killer didn't swing the suit case, there aren't many other ways to use it as a weapon.
Apollo:
I know. And there aren't that many places to use it from, either.
Judge:
Now then. I hope the defense is ready to try again.
Leads back to:
"Where was Dr. Buff's killer at the time of the crime?"
Judge:
Th-There...?!
Phoenix:
Oh... That's...
Apollo: 
This should wrap things up nice and pretty for you, Mr. Wright. I would ask the court to recall the study's layout. But this time, instead of thinking in two dimensions... ...let's think in three. Only then can we clearly see the killer's method at work. The killer didn't have to swing the suitcase. ...If he used gravity to his advantage, that is. That's right. It was the plaintiff -- one Paul Atishon-Wimperson -- who used the suitcase. He pushed it from the second floor... ...and sent it hurtling down onto Dr. Buff, who was sitting at the coffee bar!
Atishon:
Yaaaaaaargh!
Apollo: 
That psychology book had been at the coffee bar, no doubt. The doctor must have set it down there after he'd finished reading it, or the like. But his blood got on it, which is why the killer thought to hide it in that mountain of books!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's quite an entertaining theory you have there, Mr. Justice. But there's no evidence that the murder took place at the coffee bar.
Apollo:
......... (I'm not so sure about that, Mr. Wright. I'd say that evidence of the murder occurring at the coffee bar...)
Exists
Leads to:
"The evidence does exist, and I'm going to show you."
Does not exist
Apollo:
Obviously, there is none!
Phoenix:
Just as I thought. So, if the coffee bar isn't where the doctor was killed... ...the defense's little theory fails to bear fruit
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Wright is correct, of course.
Apollo:
Urk! ...Umm...
Athena:
Don't just stand there, Apollo! If you don't do something quick, we're going to lose both the orb AND the creep, together!
Apollo:
I'm thinking... I'm thinking... Oh! (Wait a second... There IS a piece of evidence that proves the doctor was killed at the coffee bar!)
Phoenix:
So, such evidence never existed in the first place, did it?
Leads to:
"The evidence does exist, and I'm going to show you."
Apollo:
The evidence does exist, and I'm going to show you.
Phoenix:
Y-You are?
Apollo:
This, right here, is proof that the murder took place at the coffee bar.
Present book with stains
Apollo:
Leads to:
"This brown stain was determined to be coffee."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
Hmm... I don't understand how that could be proof of anything.
Apollo:
You don't, Your Honor? Well, I believe Mr. Wright understands perfectly.
Phoenix:
All I know is, it's perfectly clear you don't understand what you're talking about.
Judge:
Now that is something I can understand.
Apollo:
(Me too... Oww.)
Athena:
Apollo, let's take another look at that crime scene photo. Maybe there's something in it related to the coffee bar.
Apollo:
I've got it this time!
Leads back to:
"This, right here, is proof that the murder took place at the coffee bar."
Apollo:
This brown stain was determined to be coffee. What's more, it was still a bit damp when we saw it yesterday morning.
Phoenix:
Ah!
Apollo:
One look at this book speaks volumes, I'm afraid, Mr. Wright. It tells us the doctor was having a cup of coffee at the coffee bar. That's when the suitcase came hurtling down, striking him on the head... ...causing both his blood and his coffee to spatter onto it!
Phoenix:
Ack!
Atishon:
Aaaaaaagh!
Apollo:
Well, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson?!
Atishon:
.........Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh... What motive could I possibly have to kill Dr. Buff?!
Apollo:
(And there it is. That final excuse cornered killers are so fond of.) Well, the doctor never returned your "crystal" to you, did he? Instead, he hid it in the cave ruins. 
Atishon:
Nngh...
Apollo:
Telling him that the Defiant Dragons were a dangerous bunch was a huge blunder. All it did was make him hide the orb. Your lie came back to bite you in the end.
Atishon:
Uhhh...
Apollo:
Even worse, the doctor saw the news reports, so he knew the relic was the Founder's Orb. Being the conscientious researcher he was, he knew he had to return it to its rightful place... ...and that meant keeping it out of your hands.
Atishon:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah...
Apollo:
You were so angry that he refused to return the relic to you... ...that you killed him with your own hands. Isn't that right, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson?
Atishon:
Arrrrrraaaaaagh! .........I-I-I... Th-That is...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
...A-Apollo! Don't! Please don't accuse my client of murder!
Apollo:
.........Huh? What do you mean, "don't accuse him"? Why would you even say that. Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
...Er, what I meant was, um... He's a promising politician with a bright future ahead of him. It's in our nation's best interest to avoid burdening him with the taint of scandal.
Apollo:
Say what?
Atishon:
Wright! You'd better do something to change the current courtroom climate... ...or I'll be charged with murder! And you know what will happen to her if that happens.
Phoenix:
...Arngh!
Apollo:
(What's he talking about? Well, I can ponder that later. For now...) Mr. Wright, you can't possibly believe that Mr. Are'bal is the killer. Are you really going to send an innocent man to prison? I thought you were better than that.
Phoenix:
Uhhh... Ummm... 
Apollo:
Well, Mr. Wright? Answer me!
Phoenix:
Errr... Ummm... UUHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Apollo:
M-M-Mr. Wright? ...What in the world's going on here?
Athena:
.........
Apollo:
...If you won't say anything, then...! Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, the defense hereby accuses you of--
Athena:
Athena:
A-Apollo! Wait!
Apollo:
Not you, too, Athena!
Athena:
Umm... It's just, uhhh... I wasn't sure whether I should say anything, but... ...during that last recess, when I went to check on Mr. Wright... ...I overheard something I shouldn't have.
Phoenix:
I trust Maya is unharmed.
Atishon:
I can't really say. But just remember... I'm I'm arrested or fail to obtain the treasure... ...there will be consequences. Consequences of the worst kind, if you catch my drift.
Phoenix:
Augh!
Atishon:
Relax. All you have to do is ensure I get my hands on that relic. I must deliver it to my benefactor at all costs.
Phoenix:
What do they want that relic for anyway?
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. It's something to do with an old legend. My patron seeks the great power said to be granted to whoever solves its secret.
Apollo:
....Maya? As in Maya Fey?
Athena:
Yes, the boss's legendary former assistant. 
Apollo:
Ms. Fey's being held hostage?
Athena:
So it seems.
Apollo:
Why didn't you tell me as soon as you heard this?
Athena:
Sorry. It's just, Mr. Wright spotted me before I could slip away... ...and made me promise not to tell you. He said it would make things more difficult if you found out.
Apollo:
Arngh! As if things weren't already hard enough! (So that's why Mr. Wright was acting so strange. I had no idea. This must've been excruciating for him. Think, Justice... There's got to be something you can do!)
Judge:
Mr. Justice, about that last statement of yours... I believe you were in the middle of accusing the plaintiff of murdering Dr. Buff... Would you care to continue?
Apollo:
Ack! I-I...
Phoenix:
Nngh... I'm sorry, Apollo... I'm really, really sorry.
Judge:
What's gotten into you two?
Apollo:
......... (If I accuse that slimebag, I put Ms. Fey's life in jeopardy.)
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. It seems you've finally caught on. I'm far too important to be accused of murder. After all, our nation's future rests squarely on my shoulders. 
Apollo:
(Nnrgh... Either I give up, or...)
Atishon:
Once I present the crystal to my patron, my victory is assured! Then one day, I'll become president -- and then, king! I'll have every politician at my command! Now, retract your accusation!
Apollo:
Arrrrrrnnngh! (I can't kowtow to him, but... but...) The defense would... It would like to retract... the previous accusati--
Dhurke:
Dhurke:
...Apollo.
Apollo:
Dh-Dhurke?
Dhurke:
I don't know what's going on here... ...but a lawyer should never look the way you do right now... ... with "defeat" and "resignation" written all over your face.
Apollo:
!
.........A dragon never yields.
Dhurke:
Even when wounded, a dragon bites down hard, and never lets go till its dying breath. It glares, it roars, and it latches its jaws firmly onto its prey till the bitter end. That's what lawyers do to get to the truth!
Apollo:
...Dhurke. (A dragon never yields... ...He's right. It's all over if I give up now! If Mr. Wright's hands are tied, it's up to me to do what must be done! He's saved my neck so many times. Now... it's my turn to save his!) ...Dhurke, thanks for that wake up call.
Dhurke:
Heh, now that's the face of a lawyer you've got there, son.
Apollo:
(Where there's a will, there's a way. And I'm going to find the way to save Ms. Fey AND see that justice is served!)
Apollo:
That scumbag is holding Ms. Fey hostage to ensure he gets the orb for his patron. And it seems said patron believes in the orb's legend. Thing is, the founder DID appear when the orb was exposed to fire, as the legend said. If the legend is true, then we've already solved the riddle, right?
Yes, we have
Apollo:
Yes, we've definitely solved the riddle! ...And yet... ...we still don't understand what the part about "bestowing power" is talking about. I need to rethink this!
Leads back to:
"If the legend is true, then we've already solved the riddle, right?"
No, not yet
Leads to:
We have not solved the riddle yet
We have not solved the riddle yet
Apollo:
The legend says that the founder will bestow great power when she returns. But if that's true, it means we haven't solved the whole riddle yet. But how can that be? Are we missing something? ...Wait, maybe... Maybe the part about the founder returning should be taken literally. But how would it be possible for a dead person to return to the world of the living?
Cloning
Apollo:
Oh, I know! Cloning technology! I bet some of the founder's DNA is hidden somewhere in the orb. ...Argh, what am I talking about? They didn't know about DNA and cloning back then. I'd better think of something else.
Leads back to:
"But how would it be possible for a dead person to return to the world of the living?"
Channeling
Leads to:
The founder can return though channeling
Time travel
Apollo:
Oh, I know! Time travel! We could go back to the past and bring the founder here to the present. ...Wait, what am I saying? Maybe I should cut back on the sci-fi movies. I'd better think of something else.
Leads back to:
"But how would it be possible for a dead person to return to the world of the living?"
The founder can return though channeling
Apollo:
Oh, I know! here IS a way for the dead to return -- spirit channeling! Of course, you'd have to know what he founder looks like first... ...but the orb has revealed her face to us, so what if it's a sign that we should channel her? Given the facts, in order to solve the riddle and receive the founder's power, I'd need...
A spirit medium
Leads to:
A MEDIUM IS NEEDED TO OBTAIN THE POWER
To practice channeling
Apollo:
All I have to do is train as a spirit medium, so I can channel spirits myself! ...Wait, it can't be that easy. And if I ever did become a medium, I wouldn't need the founder's power anymore anyway.
Leads back to:
"Given the facts, in order to solve the riddle and receive the founder's power, I'd need..."
A MEDIUM IS NEEDED TO OBTAIN THE POWER
Apollo:
The ability of a medium to channel spirits is the final key to unlocking the orb's secret. That means Mr. Atishon-Wimperson's patron will need one, too. And once that slimy politician realizes that, he won't be able to lay a finger on Ms. Fey!
Apollo:
Everything is going to be okay, Mr. Wright. Because Mr. Paul Atishon-Wimperson can't afford to harm a hair on Ms. Fey's head.
Phoenix:
............Huh?
Apollo:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson! It seems you've chosen the wrong person to take hostage.
Atishon:
Wh-What do you mean?
Apollo:
Your patron seeks to solve the orb's riddle... ...and thereby receive great spiritual power. However, only Maya Fey can truly give them what they really want.
Phoenix:
She can?
Atishon:
What do you mean, "only Maya Fey"?
Apollo:
Think about what the return of the founder really means. We should have considered it more literally. After all, the orb was made in the Kingdom of Khura'in -- the birthplace of spirit mediums.
Phoenix:
...Ahh, I think I see now. You need to know what the deceased looks like in order to channel them. But in Khura'inism, depicting the face of the founder is taboo. However, her true face was hidden in the orb. So maybe the orb is telling us... to try channeling the founder.
Apollo:
Exactly. Through a spirit medium, the founder can quite literally return. And if the legend is true... ...the founder just might bestow spiritual power on someone when she does.
Phoenix:
It's like when Pearls imbued my magatama with spiritual power. If a human could be imbued with such power in a similar manner...
Dhurke:
It is said the founder possesses immense spiritual power. Such a great feat would not necessarily be beyond her-- W-Wait a second! Th-Then the legend is true?!
Apollo:
Do you understand now, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson? You are holding hostage the final key to unlocking the orb's secret. And if anything were to happen to her, the riddle would remain unsolved, forever!
Atishon:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
???:
Atishon:
Th-Th-There's always Pearl Fey! I could simply ask her to help! If she wants money, I have plenty to offer!
Apollo:
She's not the kind of person to be tempted by material gain. And she certainly wouldn't help you if anything were to happen to her cousin.
Atishon:
Urhgk.
Apollo:
Or maybe you'd like to go ask the queen of Khura'in to channel the founder for you.
Phoenix:
He could, but he'd probably get executed for requesting such a thing.
Apollo:
...It's over. Now, confess! You killed Dr. Buff, didn't you?
Atishon:
Ack! Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrngh! It wasn't supposed to end this way!
Judge:
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson. Are you admitting to committing the crime?
Atishon:
Errr... Um, I-I-I... You're my lawyer, Wright! Do something!
Phoenix:
It's true that I'm your lawyer. And as such, it's my job to defend you. ...However, defending my client isn't the only job a lawyer has. There's something else that's equally as important. And that is finding the truth. 
Atishon:
Wh-What?
Phoenix
Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, you have sought to twist the truth in the dirtiest of ways. I was complicit in your hostage-taking, but in a way, I was being held hostage, too. Even so, there's still time for me to make things right. And I owe it all to you, Apollo.
Apollo:
! (Mr. Wright...)
Phoenix:
I can't allow a murderer to walk away scot-free! Therefore, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, I must resign as your attorney.
Atishon:
No no no no noooo! D-Does this mean... I'm under arrest? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Apollo:
...Well?
Atishon:
...I've nothing to confess.
Apollo:
What?!
Atishon:
I said, I've nothing to confess! I don't and I won't, especially not to a plebeian like you!
Apollo:
(This guy doesn't know when to give up.)
Atishon:
Besides, there's no truth to these allegations! I mean, look at the suitcase. You won't find a single print of mine on it!
Apollo:
All that means is that you wiped them off, taking care to only leave Mr. Are'bal's.
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. As many a great politician has said before me: no comment.
Phoenix:
In that case, try switching things up, Apollo. Look at the situation from a different angle. Is there really nothing that points to the suitcase being dropped from above?
Apollo:
Hmmm... Evidence that points to the suitcase being dropped from the second floor...
Athena:
Hmm... If the killer pushed the suitcase from the second floor hallway over the coffee bar... ...that would place him right around here.
Apollo:
Ah! Maybe... Just maybe...!
Phoenix:
Thought of something, Apollo?
Apollo:
I believe this piece of evidence to be connected to the dropping of the suitcase.
Present Armie's Statement
Apollo:
Leads to:
"That... appears to be a statement."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Atishon:
Wh-What is that?!
Phoenix:
Apollo, I don't see how that could possibly be related.
Atishon:
...Oh, it's not? Tsk, I just wasted a perfectly good reaction! Your Honor! Penalize this pernicious peon!
Judge:
Hmm.. Yes, well, we all must be held accountable for our words and actions.
Apollo:
(What do you think I'm trying to do with Mr. Atishon-Wimperson, Your Honor?!)
Athena:
So the killer dropped the suitcase from above the coffee bar.
Apollo:
Right. Let's look again to see if we have any evidence related to that event.
Phoenix:
Come on, Apollo. I'm counting on you.
Leads back to:
"I believe this piece of evidence to be connected to the dropping of the suitcase."
Judge:
That... appears to be a statement. But how is it relevant to his case?
Apollo:
On the night of the murder, Your Honor, Miss Armie Buff physically left her room. That's when she saw the doctor burning the orb, and subsequently passed out. ...Right above the coffee bar. But with her there in her wheelchair... ...the killer wouldn't have been able to drop the suitcase down onto the doctor.
Phoenix:
Good point!
Apollo:
However, according to Sarge... ...she woke up just as someone was trying to move her in her wheelchair.
Phoenix:
Ah!
Armie:
...someone was pushing my wheelchair.
Apollo:
What?!
Armie:
I was so scared, I beat a hasty retreat -- as fast as my wheels would take me!
Apollo:
She must've been in the killer's way and had to be moved. Isn't that right, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson?
Atishon:
...Agrk!
Phoenix:
And if the killer had pushed the wheelchair with his bare hands... ...we may yet find the conclusive evidence we need.
Apollo: 
Exactly. Fortunately for us, that evidence slipped right through the killer's fingers. If only he'd been able to hold on to it just a little tighter. But now, he is neither able to discard nor alter it.
Phoenix:
Honestly, that piece of evidence wasn't even supposed to be here in this courtroom today. And yet... It looks like sometimes, things DO get better.
Atishon:
Unngh! B-B-B-B-But...! Th-This... This wasn't supposed to happen!
Apollo:
No? Well, too bad. Because the evidence that sped away from you that night... ...has come back to haunt you! Right here at this very trial!
Atishon:
ARGH! UHWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Apollo:
Your Honor! The defense's final piece of evidence is on this person!
Present Armie Buff profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Th-That's...!"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Phoenix:
...Apollo?
Apollo:
Yes, Mr. Wright?
Athena:
Umm, I think he's saying that that doesn't jive with anything you've said so far.
Judge:
It seems Ms. Cykes is the more sensible of you two.
Apollo:
(Ugh... No need to compare the two of us...)
Phoenix:
What did the killer have to move in order to drop the suitcase? Consider that, and the rest should follow.
Apollo:
Okay, I'll get it for sure this time!
Leads back to:
"Your Honor! The defense's final piece of evidence is on this person!"
Atishon:
Th-That's...!
Apollo:
On the night of the murder, Sarge passed out... ...only to come to and find that someone was pushing her wheelchair. That's when she fled back into her room.
Phoenix:
She didn't physically see a single soul after that... Not until Athena drew her out through that therapy session, that is.
Apollo:
While the killer was able to wipe the prints on the suitcase... ...the same can't be said for the prints that got away.
Atishon:
Ah. Ah. My fellow Kurainians...
Apollo:
Well, Mr. Atishon-Wimperson? Try to explain your way out of this one! The podium is all yours!
Atishon:
Ah. Ah. P-Paul Atishon, savior of Kurain... I-I... I am not a crook... I... My political career...! It can't end like this! I-I'm destined for great things! Something's wrong... This isn't real! It's a dream! No, a nightmare! Ooooooooooooooooooooh. Huh? What? ...Wait? ...Really? Ah!
Election Results
WINNER
Atishon:
Ahhhhhh! Whoa, no waaaaaaaaay!!! BANZAI! BANZAI! BANZAI! BANZAI!!!
Breaking News
Paul Atishon arrested on murder charges
and stripped of his electoral win.
Atishon:
................Wait, what? No, please. Wait. Don't go! No... No... Please...Whoa! Grandpaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ........................
Judge:
M-Mr. Atishon-Wimperson? Are you all right? ...B-Bailiff! Get him to the first-aid station, on the double!
Judge:
Well, this was yet another unexpected turn of events. In light of everything that's been revealed, it seems that this relic is indeed the Founder's Orb. And it seems Mr. Paul Atishon-Wimperson can be considered a suspect in Dr. Buff's murder.
Phoenix:
Apollo, I want to thank you for everything.
Apollo:
!
Phoenix:
Thanks to you, I didn't have to keep bending the truth. I don't know what I would've done without you.
Apollo:
Er, don't mention it, ha ha ha...
Athena:
You were amazing today, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Well, I couldn't have done it without Dhurke.)
.........A dragon never yields.
Dhurke:
Even when wounded, a dragon bites down hard, and never lets go till its dying breath. It glares, it roars, and it latches its jaws firmly onto its prey till the bitter end. That's what lawyers do to get the truth!
Apollo:
(A dragon never yields... Every lawyer should take that to heart.)
Judge:
As it seems  both sides have no objections... ...would Dhurke Sahdmadhi please take the stand?
Dhurke:
..........
Judge:
This court awards the orb to the Defiant Dragons per the stated transfer agreement. Should the Kingdom of Khura'in claim ownership... ...the matter may have to be deliberated in court all over again. I just hope, or shall I say pray, that I'm not the judge presiding over that one!
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! Indeed! A trial like that might  spark an international incident. Still, there are bigger and more momentous things astir in the air!
Apollo:
(The revolution... Dhurke's really serious about this.)
Judge:
This court is adjourned!
May 17District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Dhurke:
Nice work, son! We've finally broken through the last obstacle on the road to revolution!
Apollo:
Revolution... It just doesn't seem real.
Dhurke:
Yes, well, to think you actually defeated the Fighting Phoenix... All I can say is, that's my boy! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(Well, Mr. Wright did have his hands tied. Who knows if I'd have won if he'd been able to fight me head-on.)
Athena:
I see it more like you saved Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
...Saved him?
Athena:
Yeah, remember what he said? He didn't have to bend the truth anymore, and it was all thanks to you!
Apollo:
I don't know about that. (Still, I guess it IS kinda nice to be appreciated.)
Trucy:
...Um, Mr. Dhurke? Now that the Holy Mother's face has been revealed... ...are you going to have a spirit medium try channeling her? I, for one, would love to see the return of the legendary founder!
Apollo:
Yeah, just think about it. Being able to speak to someone right out of the history books...
Dhurke:
Unfortunately, it's not that easy. 
Apollo:
What? Why?
Dhurke:
A face isn't enough. You also need the true name of the one you're attempting to channel.
Apollo:
Oh, right. Pearl mentioned something like that.
Dhurke:
And the founder's name is only known to the priestess who's been crowned queen. In short, the only person who knows it is the current queen of Khura'in, Ga'ran.
Apollo:
Oh, so without her help, we won't be seeing the founder anytime soon?
Trucy:
Tsk, that's no fun.
Founder's Orb updated in the Court Record.
Apollo:
So, Dhurke, what will you do now?
Dhurke:
First, I'll start tracking the route by which the orb came into Dr. Buff's hands.
Apollo:
Since we now know it was Paul Atishon that asked the doctor to study it... ...isn't he the one who stole it?
Dhurke:
No, a political nobody like him couldn't get anywhere near the orb, let alone steal it. He must've had inside help. My money is on someone connected to the royal family.
Apollo:
Oh, right. You said something to that effect back in the cave.
Dhurke:
Whoever it may be, we need to expose their dirty scheme to the light of day.
Apollo:
Well, I'm sure Mr. Wright has plenty of information, courtesy of his dirty client. He might be able to shed some light on this.
???:
Private Justice! 
Sarge:
That was fine work you did at the trial today! You did your sergeant proud!
Apollo: 
Back at you, Sarge! It took real courage to leave your room like that.
Armie:
It's all thanks to you and Corpswoman Cykes. With my siege defense over, I can finally sally forth. 
Sarge:
But the battle's only just begun! One for me, and me alone, to fight!
Athena:
To lose your mother, and then your father... What a terrible thing to endure.
Apollo:
Yeah... (And being wheelchair-bound doesn't help.)
Armie:
...Private Justice! I've been thinking... It's about time I stood on my own two feet. After all, I no longer have Papa to coddle me!
Apollo:
Huh? I'm afraid I don't follow.
Armie:
...Take a good look, soldier. This is one small step for man... ...and one giant leap for me! ......... Hold my drone for me, would you, Private Justice?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir. (What she is up to?)
Armie:
.........Hrgh! Wh-Whoa...
Apollo:
Sh-Sh-She's... standing?!
Dhurke:
Wh-What's this?! Sarge! You mean your legs... They're...?!
Armie:
The doctor told me that I was ready to walk again months ago. But if I admitted I could walk, I knew I would have to leave the house. So I... I faked it. 
Apollo:
(Makes sense, but...)
Armie:
I kept pretending I couldn't walk. But I know Papa is watching over me now, and I's hate to disappoint him. So, from this day forth, I'm going to march forward on my own two feet!
Apollo:
(What a brave kid, trying to move forward like this. But it must be so hard this soon after her father's death.)
Dhurke:
Don't you ever stop. You just keep on walking... comrade. Stay brave, because there will be days when you want to stop... ...but I have faith you'll find a way to muster the strength to push through them.
Apollo:
Yeah, you can do it.
Trucy:
Hey, Daddy's back!
Phoenix:
.....................
Apollo:
Mr. Wright! (What's that look on his face for?)
Phoenix:
Oh, Apollo!
Apollo:
Um, is everything all right with Ms. Fey?
Phoenix:
She's safe... for now.
Athena:
Well then, we'd better go save her, quick! Where is she, anyway?
Phoenix:
...I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
Maya's... not here in the States. She's still in Khura'in. And she's still being held hostage by the mastermind behind this whole thing.
Apollo:
The mastermind?
Phoenix:
...That's right. Paul Atishon-Wimperson was nothing more than a pawn. Maya's true abductor is in the Kingdom of Khura'in.
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! I-I don't understand, Mr. Wright! What in the world's going on over there?!
Apollo:
But as shocking as that news was... ...it was only the beginning. The beginning of something big -- big enough to shake Khura'in to its very core. ...Revolution. I was being swept up in a mighty wave that nothing could stop. Of course, at the time... I had no idea what the days ahead had in store for us...
To Be Continued
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
Please take a look at this piece of evidence.
Judge:
I'm looking... But what am I supposed to see?
Apollo:
Oh, um... Uhhh...
Phoenix:
As your boss and mentor, here's a bit of advice: Never present evidence before you have a good grasp of the situation at hand.
Apollo:
R-Right... Sorry...
Judge:
And as the presiding judge, here's a penalty.
Apollo:
(Ouch. Double-teamed for doing what Mr. Wright always does anyway.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
That statement contradicts with this piece of evidence!
Judge:
Hmmm... And just how does it contradict with the evidence, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Um... Could I have about five minutes to figure out the answer to that?
Judge:
The defense will figure it out before he presents his evidence next time!
Apollo:
(Sounds like a plan...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
There's... something off about that statement...
Judge:
Hmm... It seemed perfectly reasonable to me.
Apollo:
No, something's definitely not right if you listen really carefully!
Phoenix:
A gambler once sang, you've got to know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em...
Judge:
Oh, I love this one! ...Know when to walk away, know when to run!
Apollo:
(I don't know which penalty hurts more: the judge's or their singing.)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
Is it just me, or does that statement sound a bit dubious?
Apollo:
You know what... you're right. Thanks, Athena!
Athena:
Anytime!
Apollo:
(Now to take another look at the evidence...)
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
You look like you've hit a brick wall, Apollo.
Apollo:
Yeah. It feels like I have, too.
Athena:
Maybe you just haven't brought all the facts to light. Why don't you try pressing a little more?
Apollo:
Good idea. (Okay, time to turn up the pressure!)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment in the chapter "Cross-Examining Sarge")
Apollo:
Athena:
Hmm... This emotion isn't that out of place, given this statement... Apollo, are you just looking at his emotions as they relate to only a single statement? It's really important to look for emotional fluctuation between different statements, too.
Apollo:
Oh, right. Thanks for the reminder, Athena. (All right, let's try that again.)
Probe wrong area (during Mood Matrix segment in the chapter "Cross-Examining Sarge")
Apollo:
Athena:
That doesn't seem to be the cause of his current emotional state.
Apollo:
I could sure use a clue or two right about now.
Athena:
A person's personality and past shapes their emotional responses. Consider everything you know about Sarge. That's where you'll find the clues you need.
Apollo:
(Everything I know about Sarge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during the Mood Matrix
Apollo:
Apollo:
There's an inconsistency in Sarge's testimony!
Judge:
Is that so? Would you be so kind as to point it out to the court?
Apollo:
...Well if you're going to put me on the spot like that, I admit my confidence is waning.
Judge:
...I could say the same about my confidence in you, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Ugh. (I wish you wouldn't, Your Honor.)
Athena:
Say, Apollo... Sarge is saying that his father was burning the orb when he was killed... ...but doesn't that seem funny to you? Considering what the doctor was up that night, it doesn't add up.
Apollo:
Well, now that you mention it... (All right, I'd better look through the evidence one more time.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The Defiant Dragons have failed to sufficiently show their right to the item in question. Therefore, ownership is hereby awarded to... ...the plaintiff, Mr. Paul Atishon.
Apollo:
That creep Paul Atishon stole the Founder's Orb right out of our hands. The dream of revolution in the Kingdom of Khura'in died that day. And we returned to our daily lives. As for my relationship with Mr. Wright... The word awkward comes to mind. Let's just say it was never really the same.
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May 17District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Apollo:
What do you mean Ms. Fey is still being held hostage? And who's this "mastermind"?
Phoenix:
...Paul Atishon-Wimperson was nothing more than a puppet. His benefactor was the one pulling the strings. But I have no idea who they are.
Apollo:
So all we know is it's the person he was trying to give the orb to?
Phoenix:
Right. He was just following orders. Whoever it is, it seems they really want to get their hands on the orb.
Apollo:
So then, Ms. Fey's abduction is the work of this so-called "benefactor," too?
Phoenix:
Right again. Whoever they are, they're in Khura'in... ...along with Maya.
Apollo:
I wonder who they could be.
Dhurke:
Wright, this Maya -- the spirit medium you've been talking about... She wouldn't happen to be that bun-haired young lady you defended back in Khura'in?
Phoenix:
That's her. Why do you ask?
Dhurke:
I see... I think I know what's going on here.  I've got good news for you, Wright. Maya is somewhere safe. That much I'm sure of.
Phoenix:
...I'm afraid you've lost me.
Dhurke:
Heh heh heh. So that's who the little snot's patron is. It's all starting to make sense. That fool has no idea I'm here in the States with you all.
Apollo:
Dhurke, you mind filling us in?
Phone:
..........................................
Phoenix:
...! ...No caller ID. I wonder who's calling?
Phone:
*beep*
Phoenix:
Hello?
Phone:
Mr. Phoenix Wright, yes? Let me start by thanking you... ...for taking such good care of my subordinate.
Phoenix:
Wh-Who is this?
Phone:
I believe you know me as Mr. Atishon's... "benefactor."
Phoenix:
Ah!
Apollo:
(Sounds like they're using a voice changer or something to disguise themself.)
Phoenix:
Where's Maya?! Is she safe?!
Phone:
...I had my ears on today's proceedings. What a shock it was to hear that the key to solving the orb's riddle is a spirit medium. I admit, I did not see that coming.
Apollo:
(Wait, did they plant a listening device in here somehow?)
Phone:
Nevertheless, don't think for a minute that it will guarantee Maya Fey's safety. She is not the only medium within my reach, you see.
Phoenix:
You harm a hair on Maya's head and you'll have to answer to me!
Dhurke:
...Wright, give it here a sec.
Phoenix:
Wait!
Dhurke:
Hey, there. How's it going, stranger?
Phone:
...Who is this?
Dhurke:
Why, it's your friendly neighborhood dragon. I just happen to be in the U.S. on a little trip. ...Minister of Justice Inga Karkhuul Khura'in.
Phoenix:
I-Inga?!
Apollo:
What?!
Phoenix:
Maya's kidnapper...
Apollo:
...Is Khura'in's... Minister of Justice?
Inga:
Dh-Dhurke?! Is that you, ya dirty turncoat?! How in the--! What in blazes is going on here?!
Dhurke:
Oh, you know, just popped over to the States for a little R&R. But enough about me, Inga. That was a poor excuse for a bluff you pulled just now. We both know your threats are as empty as your head. You can't lay a hand on Maya Fey, and I do mean that literally.
Inga:
Ugh!
Apollo:
(What is he talking about?)
Dhurke:
You can kiss your chances of getting the orb goodbye.
Inga:
...Heh heh heh. Maya Fey ain't my only... how shall I say... insurance, you know, Dhurke.
Dhurke:
What?
Inga:
I've got someone dear to you right in the palm of my hand, see? Now that one, well... You can imagine what kinds of things I could do, right?
Dhurke:
! ............
Inga:
Heh heh. Glad you're seeing things my way. Meet me at Amara's Tomb tomorrow, 3 PM sharp. And you better come alone, got it? If all goes well, the orb is all you'll need to get Maya Fey back.
Dhurke:
.........
Apollo:
Dh-Dhurke, what's going on?
Dhurke:
You heard him. I have to get back to Khura'in at once.
Apollo:
What?! Why?!
Dhurke:
No time to explain.
Apollo:
But are you even going to make it? What if there are no seats left on the next flight? Plus, you're a wanted man. They're not just going to let you get on a plane.
???:
Let me worry about that, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Ch-Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth? What are you doing here?
Edgeworth:
Taking care of the hostage situation.
Apollo:
Oh, now that you mention it... ...Pearl did say that she saw you around in Kurain Village.
Phoenix:
I had him look into a few things while I was on my way back from Khura'in. ...Including Maya's situation, of course.
Edgeworth:
I was astonished to hear she was still in Khura'in earlier... ...but it explained why I found no connection between her and Mr. Atishon.
Apollo:
Sorry to interrupt, but going back to the plane situation...
Edgeworth:
I've taken the liberty of chartering one for us. It's ready to take off at any time. And I will do what's necessary to hide the fact that Dhurke Sahdmadhi is onboard.
Apollo:
...Wow. (Must be nice to be chief prosecutor...)
Edgeworth:
Wright, we have no time to lose. We must head for Khura'in at once.
Phoenix:
...Right.
Athena:
I'm going, too! After all, you're bound to need my help!
Trucy:
No fair! I wanna go, too!
Phoenix:
This isn't a vacation, Trucy. Besides, I'll need you to hold down the fort.
Trucy:
But Daddy!
Apollo:
(Guess I should also only bring what's necessary.) ...Sorry Trucy, but would you mind holding on to this stuff for me?
Unnecessary evidence foisted onto Trucy.
Trucy:
Fine. But you'd better bring me back something besides just more evidence.
Dhurke:
Excellent. Now, let us make haste... to Khura'in!
Apollo:
And that's how our sudden trip to the Kingdom of Khura'in began. I never imagined I'd return to the country of my youth under such circumstances, though... 
May 18, 2:30 PMTehm'pul Temple
Apollo:
That was a long flight. It's already 2:30 in the afternoon. Talk about cutting it close. ........... (The Kingdom of Khura'in... This is no time to reminisce, but... ...I gotta say, this place sure brings back memories.)
Phoenix:
Hurry up, Apollo! 
Apollo:
Right behind you!
Dhurke:
Amara's Tomb is located in the courtyard of Ga'ran Palace. We should have just enough time to get there.
Athena: 
Then let's sprint there! Think you can keep up, Apollo?
Apollo:
S-Sure, no sweat!
Edgeworth:
I'll contact the royal family and the local police, and inform them of our arrival.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Edgeworth.
Examine
Athena:
Apollo. I'm sure this place brings back memories, but could you reminisce later? Time's running out!
Apollo:
You're right. We have to find Ms. Fey before it's too late.
Talk
Any ideas?
Athena:
I know you probably want to reminisce and all, but there's no time for that right now!
Apollo:
You're right. We've got to get to Amara's Tomb with Ms. Fey is being held captive!
Present
Anything
Athena:
Apollo! Don't go showing me stuff for no reason! We have to find Ms. Fey before it's too late!
Move
Royal Residence
Leads to:
May 18, 2:45 PM
Ga'ran Palace – Royal Residence
May 18, 2:45 PMGa'ran Palace – Royal Residence
Apollo:
*{huff, puff* *huff, puff* I wasn't made for all the running and climbing and near-drowning I've done this week.
Phoenix:
It's 2:45... Only 15 minutes left.
Dhurke:
See that cylindrical building rising in the distance? That's Amara's Tomb.
Phoenix:
Amara... Wasn't that the previous queen? The one who was assassinated?
Dhurke:
Yes. And I'm the one they pinned it on
Apollo:
It will take a few minutes to get to the tomb from here.
???:
So, you have returned... Barbed Head.
Phoenix:
Ah...!
Apollo:
(I've seen her before on the news. If I remember correctly, this is the crown princess Rayfa Padma Khura'in.)
Rayfa:
What are you people doing here? This is the Royal Residence! Commoners are not allowed entry without permission.
Phoenix:
A prosecutor from the States... ...should've already called and requested permission for us to enter. As to why we're here, Your Benevolence... Have you seen Minister Inga?
Rayfa:
If you seek my father, I just saw him heading toward Amara's Tomb.
Phoenix:
Was he with anyone? You know, like some shady-looking underlings or something?
Rayfa:
No, he was alone. Why do you ask?
Apollo:
(Looks like she has no idea about Ms. Fey's abduction.)
Athena:
You hear that? I think we have company.
*stomp, stomp, stomp*
Royal Guard:
Bow down before her glooooooory!!! Her Eminence Queen Ga'ran, grand priestess of Khura'in approooooooooaches!!!
Apollo:
Huh? ...Ga'ran? Ahhh! I-It's--!
Phoenix:
...Q-Queen Ga'ran!
Ga'ran:
............... Guards... Surround Amara's Tomb at once!
Royal Guard:
Yes, Your Emineeeeeeeence! Ur di'hara Ga'ran!
Apollo:
(What's she doing? Is she going to help us?)
Phoenix:
Excuse me, Your Eminence...
Ga'ran:
So, our "Barbed Head" lawyer returns. May we presume you are here for Maya Fey, the spirit medium who has been abducted?
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, you may!
Ga'ran:
Allow us to apologize for the criminal actions of our husband.
Phoenix:
Oh, um... no need to apologize for him!
Ga'ran:
Honestly, Inga... Abducting a guest in our country? How could you?
Rayfa:
Father... abducted someone?
Phoenix:
Your Eminence, what about those soldiers over there?
Ga'ran:
They are the Ga'ran Royal Guard, soldiers who serve the crown and no other.
Apollo:
Royal guard?
Ga'ran:
They are an elite force selected from only the most loyal and outstanding of our subjects.
Apollo:
And why have you ordered them to surround the tomb?
Ga'ran:
The police will not come if it is my husband who is committing the crime. We shall have to storm the tomb and take Minister Inga into custody ourselves!
Apollo:
Whaaat?! Y-You mean...?
Dhurke:
Ga'ran! No! His hostage is in there!
Ga'ran:
Dhurke! How dare you set foot in the palace! Have you come to turn yourself in?!
Dhurke:
Listen, we need to call a truce for now!
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran Royal Guard! Seize this traitor of the crown!
Royal Guard:
As you wiiiiiiish, Your Eminence! Resist and you diiiiiie!
Apollo:
W-Wait a second!
???:
Dhurke:
Slow down there, Ga'ran. I'm here to conduct a hostage exchange. But if you take me in now, Maya Fey is as good as dead.
Ga'ran:
...A hostage exchange? And why would he choose to do such a thing with you?
Dhurke:
We can talk about that later. Right now, I need to get in there before it's too late. If I can't resolve this in twenty minutes, you can storm the palace. Now then... if you'll excuse me...
Ga'ran:
Dhurke, wait! ... *sigh* Guards, allow the insurgent Dhurke Sahdmadhi to pass.
Rayfa:
Barbed Head, you have some explaining to do!
Phoenix:
Right... Well, while we're waiting here... ...Apollo, why don't you explain the situation?
Apollo:
Whaaat?! M-Me?
Rayfa:
Leave nothing out, Horn Head, or I'll dehorn you where you stand!
Apollo:
(Horn Head? She doesn't waste any time coming up with nicknames. And what's with the attitude? Her father is the one who abducted Ms. Fey!)
Examine
Anything
Apollo:
(This is no time to be looking around. Not until Dhurke gets back.)
Talk
Hostage taking by Inga
Rayfa:
Do my ears deceive me, or did I hear talk about my father abducting someone?
Apollo:
Oh, um, you heard right. He abducted Maya Fey, and...
Rayfa:
I-Insolent fool!
Apollo:
P-Pardon my rudeness!
Rayfa:
A gentle soul such as my father could not possibly have committed such a crime!
Phoenix:
"Gentle"? You think he's gentle? 
Apollo:
I'm afraid it's true, Your Benevolence. He's holed up in that tomb as we speak.
Rayfa:
Really? I find this difficult to believe. Why would he do such a thing?
Inga Karkhuul Khura'in
Apollo:
Umm, Your Benevolence? You saw your father heading toward the tomb?
Rayfa:
I did. I was over on that veranda, deep in thought... ...when I saw him hurrying toward the tomb. I'd say it was about 10 minutes ago. 
Apollo:
(Why was he rushing? Maybe he was worried he'd be late?) Did you see anyone else heading for the tomb?
Rayfa:
I saw no one else after he entered.
Apollo:
So Minister Inga and Ms. Fey are the only ones in there besides Dhurke?
Phoenix:
Who knows? But I wouldn't be surprised if he had a minion or two with him.
Apollo:
Dhurke... I sure hope he's all right.
Present
Anything
Rayfa:
Horn Head! Stop wasting time and explain what's going on here! And make it quick, or I'll yank those horns right off your head.
Apollo:
Nngh... How about we keep our hands to ourselves and I'll explain everything...? (Guess I'd better start talking...)
Move
Rayfa:
Where do you think you are going?!
Apollo:
(Oh, right. We're supposed to wait for Dhurke to return.)
Apollo:
...It's only been five minutes? (Argh, it feels like an eternity.)
Phoenix:
Patience, Apollo, patience.
Ga'ran:
.................
May 18, 3:20 PMGa'ran Palace – Royal Residence
Apollo:
It's been almost twenty minutes. What's taking Dhurke so long?
Ga'ran:
...The appointed time has come. Our royal guard shall now storm in.
Apollo:
Umm, can't you wait just a little longer?
Ga'ran:
No, we cannot. Every second we wait puts the hostage's life in even more danger. Therefore, we see no alternative but to order our guards to storm in.
Apollo:
(But that'll put Ms. Fey's life in danger, too!)
Ga'ran:
Guards! Storm the tomb and seize Minister Inga, along with the insurgent Dhurke Sahdmadhi!
Royal Guard:
Yes, Your Emineeeeeeeence!
Apollo:
What?! Dhurke's under arrest, too?
Ga'ran:
Naturally. That traitorous snake assassinated my predecessor, Queen Amara. Now go! Seize them both!
Royal Guard:
Raaaaaaaaah! We're going in! Follow me, men! For Her Eminenece! Ur dihara Ga'raaaaaaaan!
Apollo:
............ (I hope no one gets hurt.)
Royal Guard:
Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Your Eminineeeeeeeence!
Apollo:
What the--? Why are they running back out?!
Ga'ran:
What is the meaning of this?
Royal Guard:
S-Something terrible has happened! Dhurke...! Th-Th-The minister...! H-H-He's dead!
Ga'ran:
What's this?!
Apollo:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
Apollo, quick!
Apollo:
I'm right behind you!
Ga'ran:
No one enters without our--! ...Hmph! Come, let us see what has transpired!
Royal Guard:
Yes, Your Emineeeeeeeence!
May 18Ga'ran Palace – Amara's Tomb
Apollo:
Wh-Where's Dhurke?!
Phoenix:
Apollo, over there!
Apollo:
.........Dhurke?
Dhurke:
................
Apollo:
Dhurke! Wh-Wh-What... What have you done?
Dhurke:
..........Apollo?
Phoenix:
L-Look!
Ga'ran:
So it is... Minister Inga who has fallen? ...! Guards! Seize this murderous man at once!
Royal Guard:
Yes, Your Emineeeeeeeence! Surrender or peeeeeeerish, rebel scum!
Dhurke:
N-No, wait! Aaaaaaaaargh!
..............................
..............................
..............................
Apollo:
Dhurke! (They're taking him away...)
*thud*
Apollo:
Oww! (Dhurke just threw something at me.) Wait, this is the... (Is he telling me to keep it safe?)
???:
......Nick? ...Is that you?
Phoenix:
M-Maya! Are you all right?!
Maya:
Dh-Dhurke, he... he saved me. ...I feel... exhausted. I can't keep my eyes... open...
Phoenix:
Maya!
Apollo:
(Minister Inga -- the man behind Ms. Fey's abduction -- had been killed. And Dhurke was arrested for his murder. So it was that the abduction of Maya Fey came to a sudden and unexpected resolution. With this, the curtain fell on the minister, but things were far from over.)
May 18Ga'ran Palace – Royal Residence
Athena:
Apollo! What happened?!
Apollo:
......I can't say for sure. But from what I can tell, it seems Dhurke has killed Minister Inga.
Athena:
Whaaaaaaaaaaat?! You think he did it to save Ms. Fey?
Apollo:
Most likely... But who knows? I'm really confused right now...
Rayfa:
M-My father... He's...? This cannot be! I must see for myself!
Royal Guard:
Your Benevolence! We cannot allow you to pass!
Rayfa:
Fools! Stand aside!
Royal Guard:
Forgive us! But we have direct orders from Her Eminence, Queen Ga'ran!
Rayfa:
Uuuuuuuuuuuh! Father... Oh, Father...! Dhuuuuuurke! You will pay for this!
Phoenix:
...Apollo, let's go regroup somewhere.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah... (Dhurke... It wasn't really you that did it... right?)
May 18Tehm'pul Temple
Apollo:
.........
Athena:
Are you okay, Apollo?
Apollo:
...Y-Yeah.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth's speaking with the local police... ...so let's sit tight until he returns.
Apollo:
...O-Okay. ...............
Phoenix:
...I know you must be in a state of shock right now, but I need you to stay with us, Apollo.
Apollo:
(He's right. I can't go to pieces now!) Thanks, Mr. Wright. I'll be fine!
May 18Tehm'pul Temple
Edgeworth:
Wright, Mr. Justice... I'm afraid I have some bad news. It looks like things will only get more complicated from here.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Edgeworth... What's happening with Dhurke?
Edgeworth:
As I understand it, he has been officially charged with the murder of Minister Inga.
Apollo:
H-He has?
Edgeworth:
However, I did manage to get us permission to investigate the crime scene. And I expect we'll be allowed to visit Mr. Sahdmadhi shortly.
Apollo:
...Thank you. (I'm sure glad Prosecutor Edgeworth is here with us.)
Edgeworth:
Also, it just so happens that Detective Skye is here in Khura'in... ...so I have asked her to assist us with our investigation.
Apollo:
What?! What's she doing here?
Edgeworth:
It seems Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has grown quite fond of her. He's been ferrying her around all over the place. A few days here, a few days there... They've almost become a team of sorts.
Apollo:
(Despite what Nahyuta says... ...it seems he thinks highly of Ema's skills.)
Athena:
So what now, Apollo?
Apollo:
I think I'll go pay Dhurke a visit at the Detention Center.
Phoenix:
I... want to go check in on Maya at the hospital. What about you, Athena?
Athena:
Well... If there's footwork to be done, I'd better stick with Apollo and give him a hand.
Edgeworth:
Very well. Then I will accompany Wright.
Apollo:
Okay, we'll go our separate ways for now.
Phoenix:
All right. If anything comes up, you have my cell number.
Athena:
Do you know your way around here, Apollo?
Apollo:
It's been over ten years since I left... but I'll try not to get us hopelessly lost.
Examine
Temple
Athena:
Mr. Wright stayed there the entire time he was here, apparently.
Apollo:
Why would he stay at a temple instead of a hotel?
Athena:
He says it helped to cut costs. Long stays at a hotel really add up, you know. But he had to sleep on the floor with a load of strangers. There weren't any showers, either.
Apollo:
Wow, that's worse than staying at a youth hostel for backpackers.
Spring
Apollo:
(This is said to be a sacred spring, and a pathway for souls to follow. The people of Khura'in believe the spring draws souls to the temple... ...and by the truth gained in the Hall of Justice beyond, they are memorialized. It seems that legal trials and funeral rites are inseparable in this country.)
Background temples
Apollo:
(There sure are a lot of temples around here. In fact, it looks like most of the buildings around here are related to Khura'inism.)
Talk
Any ideas?
Athena:
Queen Ga'ran sure has a lot of personal attendants.
Apollo:
Yeah. The Ga'ran Royal Guard... They're like her own private army.
Athena:
More like an elite fan club made up of carefully selected soldiers who adore her. That's how I see it anyway.
Apollo:
That's... a pretty blunt way of putting it.
What to do
Athena:
Dhurke Sahdmadhi -- the charismatic leader of the Defiant Dragons -- arrested. This is going to deal a major blow to the rebels.
Apollo:
Yeah. I can already see Datz having a heart attack when he finds out.
Athena:
Speaking of Datz, he was on the plane with us... ...but I haven't seen him since we landed.
Apollo:
Dhurke said he wanted Datz to go to him before he caused any more trouble.
Athena:
...Yeah, he strikes me as a troublemaker.
Apollo:
...I just hope he doesn't do anything crazy, like trying to break Dhurke out of jail.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Athena:
I thought that attorney badges were the same around the world. But I just realized this type is only used back home.
Apollo:
You've had your badge for a while now, and you're JUST noticing that?
Athena:
Hey, I'm still getting used to things after all the time I spent in Europe. But as they say, when in Rome!
Apollo:
Wait, what are we even talking about anymore?
Founder's Orb
Athena:
The orb... It was a real surprise to find out that it's hollow on the inside, wasn't it?
Apollo:
Yeah, and an even bigger surprise to find that the founder's face was hidden within.
Athena:
But now that the orb's secret has been revealed... ...how are you supposed to restore it to its original state?
Apollo:
...Well, it was probably wax or something that melted to reveal the figure inside, so... ...if we turned it upside down and heated it up again, it should go back to the way it was.
Athena:
Ohhh, I get it! That's one clever little contraption.
Photo of My Father
Athena:
I've been thinking about that photo. Your father was quite the manly man, Apollo.
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. I sense a compliment in there somewhere.
Athena:
Huh? Where'd you get that idea?
Apollo:
Oh, um... N-Never mind.
Athena:
Never mind what?
Apollo:
......... Er, nice weather we're having today.
Athena:
......... Aww... Is there something you wanted to hear me say, Apollo?
Apollo:
L-Look! Just forget I said anything, okay?!
Move
Detention Center
...
Royal Residence
...
Amara's Tomb
...
May 18Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Dhurke:
Apollo! Here to see your old man, are you?
Apollo:
Dhurke. Are they done interrogating you?
Dhurke:
Nope, the fun hasn't even started. I imagine they'll really take me over the coals though.
Athena:
I don't even want to think about how harsh their interrogation method will be.
Apollo:
...Yeah, but that's nothing compared to what they'll do if they find him guilty.
Dhurke:
They've branded me a terrorist who killed the previous queen, and now the justice minister. If found guilty of these crimes, I'll be facing a very public execution.
Apollo:
P-Public execution...?! (This is worse than I thought!)
Dhurke:
Come on, son. Turn that frown upside down! You'll jinx us. As soon as I get out of here, I'll take you to this tasty hash house I know.
Apollo:
.........I'd like that. (I really need to find out what happened. Time to switch to work mode.) Dhurke, can you tell me what happened? ...Oh, and there's also something I want you to take a look at.
Examine
Bell
Athena:
..................
Apollo:
...Don't do it, Athena. Don't ring that bell.
Athena:
Ack! Wh-Who, me...?! Perish the thought. I mean, would I ever do something so childish?
Apollo:
..................
Athena:
All right, all right! Put your bracelet away already. Talk about unfair!
Guard
Apollo:
That guard's standing so still, and with such great posture... I wonder if he spends his days just watching the dust dance in the sunlight. Wait a second. Don't you do that in court sometimes, Athena?
Athena:
Eep! You mean you noticed?
Apollo:
Don't think you can take it easy just because I'm the lead lawyer on this one.
Talk
The incident
Apollo:
Dhurke, what happened in there? You didn't really kill Minister Inga, did you?
Dhurke:
Well, the thing is... ...I really don't know.
Apollo:
Huh?
Dhurke:
I remember seeing the mural of the founder right as I entered the tomb... ...but I got all dizzy immediately after that. The next thing I knew, I was standing there with a bloody knife in my hand... ...and covered in Inga's blood.
Apollo:
So you don't remember meeting with him?
Dhurke:
No. The last thing I remember after entering the tomb is feeling really dizzy.
Athena:
There's no way he can explain what happened if he can't remember anything.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah...
Dhurke:
.........Hmm. I suppose there's no getting out of this one.
Apollo:
But we can't give up yet!
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! I was just messing with you, son.
Apollo:
Well, stop. It's not funny.
Dhurke:
S-Sorry.
Apollo:
(Sheesh. Nothing seems to faze him. Not even being arrested for murder.)
Dhurke:
This is going to be one tough case, Apollo. Not only have I been charged with Inga's murder... ...but I've also been charged with Amara's assassination from twenty-three years ago.
Apollo:
You're on trial for two charges?
Dhurke:
Ga'ran is practically licking her chops just thinking about my public execution. Guess it means we can't afford to lose our heads, huh. Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
I... I don't know how you can laugh at a time like this.
Dhurke:
...So, son, I take it you'll be defending me at my trial?
Apollo:
...Of course. You can count on me.
Dhurke:
That's my boy! Looks like your nerves are as steely as those vocal chords of yours! After all, you've got the Defense Culpability Ace to contend with, too.
Apollo:
...Oh, right... So if you're found guilty... ...then I'll be charged with the same double homicide, huh.
Dhurke:
Don't tell me you forgot about that...!
Apollo:
I'll-- I'll be fine. I-I just have to make sure we win this one.
Dhurke:
You sure? Because you don't sound very fine.
Athena:
...Um, Apollo? What was that about an assassination twenty-three years ago?
23 years ago (appears after "The incident")
Apollo:
About that incident twenty-three years ago... That was when the previous queen, Amara, was assassinated, wasn't it?
Dhurke:
Yes. Someone set her private residence on fire. She lost her life in the ensuing blaze.
Apollo:
And you were arrested for the crime?
Athena:
Why would they arrest you, Mr. Sahdmadhi? Weren't you just a lawyer back then? What relation could you have had with the queen?
Dhurke:
Um, about that... Amara was... well... she was my wife. I may not look the part, but I was once husband to a queen. In short, I was royalty.
Athena:
What? No waaaaaay! Are you saying you won the heart of the reigning queen?
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! C'mon, you're talking to a guy who hones his prowess against witnesses on the stand. Even a queen is no match for this dragon's glare!
Athena:
W-Wow, you're really something else.
Apollo:
So was a verdict ever reached, Dhurke?
Dhurke:
I acted as my own attorney and won. ...Until I was accused of fabricating evidence, that is. Then it all went south.
Apollo:
(...Now where have I heard a story like that before?)
Athena:
What happened after that?
Dhurke:
I, uh... I made a run for it.
Athena:
You ran?! But why?
Dhurke:
I didn't kill Amara, and I didn't fabricate any evidence. But if I had stuck around for a retrial, I'd have been found guilty for sure. I couldn't allow that to happen; Amara's true killer would never face justice if I did. So I left my law practice behind and went underground.
Apollo:
But that was twenty-three years ago. ...Are you telling me that after all these years... ...you still haven't discovered the truth?
Dhurke:
Yeah... The fact that it was arson means that the crime scene was reduced to ashes. There is little in the way of evidence left. It's just been brick wall after brick wall.
Apollo:
(I guess that means it's all up to me to figure it out, huh. Along with Minister Inga's murder, of course. ...I think I'm going to be sick.)
Dhurke:
Come on, son. Don't look so down. With you on the case, it'll work out somehow.
Apollo:
(I hope he's right.)
Dhurke:
Say, son, do you remember my office?
Apollo:
...Sure. ( I remember that messy, dimly lit room.)
Dhurke:
The file I've amassed on Amara's assassination is kept there. I think it might help you on this case. Do you remember how to get there?
Apollo:
(Let me think... I recall going in through a manhole...) How can I not, Dhurke. i hated how I always got so dirty getting there. And that stench... (That old case is important, too, but I should probably focus on the minister's murder first.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Dhurke:
I'm proud of you, son. You've really become a fine lawyer.
Apollo:
Well, at least it means I'm qualified to defend you.
Dhurke:
...To think the day would come where you'd come to my defense. I'm one lucky man. Now I can die in peace.
Apollo:
Whoa, slow down! I'm going to prove you innocent, so...!
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! Just pulling your leg, son!
Apollo:
(...Even when he's in the slammer, Dhurke is Dhurke.)
Founder's Orb
Dhurke:
I see you got it safely out of the tomb!
Apollo:
Why did you throw it at me like that?
Dhurke:
I want you to listen carefully, son. The orb must not fall into Ga'ran's hands... not ever.
Apollo:
I thought Minister Inga was the one who was after it. He was the one who lent it to Professor Buff to study, after all. So haven't you exposed his crime now?
Dhurke:
I have, but... ...there's more connected to this relic than meets the eye... Much more. And whatever it is, I can't help feeling that it could turn this entire kingdom upside down.
Apollo:
You said something like that before. (Looks like Dhurke's intuition is at it again.)
Dhurke:
Ga'ran will do anything to retrieve this... ...so guard it well, son -- at least until tomorrow's trial.
Photo of My Father
Dhurke:
That's the only remaining photo of your father. Take good care of it.
Apollo:
I will. ...I'm just surprised to see it after all these years.
Dhurke:
I had a tough time tracking it down and retrieving it. It was taken by some European tourists who just happened to be watching your father. I had one of my men go to Europe to look them up and ask whether we could have it.
Apollo:
Y-You went through all that trouble?
Dhurke:
...I did. So don't go losing it or anything.
Apollo:
I said I'd take good care of it, didn't I?
???:
I'm afraid your time is up.
Apollo:
! N-Nahyuta.
Nahyuta:
It's time for the prisoner's interrogation. So begone, you putrid-headed, criminal-abetting lawyer.
Apollo:
Wait! Don't tell me... you're the prosecuting attorney?
Athena:
What?! But that would mean...
Nahyuta:
...Is there a problem here?
Apollo:
You bet there is. He's your father!
Nahyuta:
...And your point is...? My relation to the accused is irrelevant. The fact remains, I am a prosecutor.
Apollo:
N-No, that's not what I... (I don't think I'm getting through to him.)
Dhurke:
.........Nahyuta. Long time no see, son. How've you been?
Nahyuta:
.........
Dhurke:
Look... I hear you've been serving Ga'ran -- rather faithfully, in fact. Whatever happened to our dream of taking her down and changing this country, son?
Nahyuta:
.........The past is the past.
Dhurke:
What do you mean? Why are you doing this?
Nahyuta:
.........It's simple. People change. The Nahyuta you knew exists no more.
Dhurke:
Listen, son, I don't know what made you change like this... ...but you're still my boy, even if you prosecute my case. The rest of the Defiant Dragons and I eagerly await your return. Whenever you're ready, we'll welcome you back with open arms.
Nahyuta:
........Ngh! .........As I said, I've moved on. Now, let us waste no more time; for flowers do not blossom simply from talk of the past.
Apollo:
......... (Nahyuta... Why do I get the feeling there's something he wants to say, but can't?)
Nahyuta:
...Guard, move the accused to the interrogation room.
Guard:
Yes, sir! This way, you rebel scum!
Dhurke:
Ow! Watch it! Not so rough, will you!
Apollo:
(...Nahyuta. Is he seriously going to prosecute his own father?)
May 18Ga'ran Palace - Amara's Tomb
Apollo:
So, this is the tomb of Amara, the previous queen of Khura'in. It's really lavish. I guess you could say it's fit for a queen.
Athena:
Is the faceless woman in that mural over there Amara?
Apollo:
No, that's the Holy Mother. She's the one who brought spirit channeling to Khura'in.
Athena:
Oh, right. The woman in the orb.
???:
Oh, it's you two. Getting right down to business, I see.
Apollo:
Hi, Ema. We heard you'd give us a hand if we needed it.
Ema:
Yep. Mr. Edgeworth asked me to help where I could. So, it's been quite a while since you've been back in Khura'in, I hear.
Apollo:
Yeah, more than ten years, in fact.
Ema:
Well, you sure didn't waste any time. I mean, you're already mixed up in a murder. You're as big a trouble magnet as Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
P-Please don't say that. My luck's already bad enough as it is.
Athena:
Ema, I hear Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has requested your services again. He seems to have really taken a liking to you.
Ema:
You mean His Ephemeral Holiness? MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. I don't mind that he approves of me and my abilities. It's just, his people skills need some serious work. But when he manages a smile and compliments my work, it's hard to say no. Plus, working on investigations overseas is a priceless experience. But flying back and forth between here and home every few days with no days off... That's been tough, and the lack of sleep has been brutal on my skin. To make matters worse, the defendant in this case is someone I know. I mean, how could this get any worse?! MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
(Sounds like they've got one complicated prosecutor-detective relationship going on.)
Examine (before clearing all Talk options)
Apollo:
(We better get Ema's okay before we start snooping around.)
Talk
The incident
Apollo:
Ema, have you determined the cause of death?
Ema:
Blood loss from a stab wound. A single stab in the back was enough to cause the victim to bleed to death. The estimated time of death is 3 PM, which is when Dhurke came onto the scene.
Inga's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
Any suspects besides Dhurke?
Ema:
No. He, Maya, and the minister were the only ones here. And Maya had been tied up until she was freed by the queen's royal guard.
Apollo:
Could someone have been hiding somewhere in here?
Ema:
Not likely. I was told this tomb was searched from top to bottom right after the murder. And during that time, the royal guard set up a perimeter to prevent anyone from escaping.
Athena:
In other words, the crime scene was completely sealed off?
Ema:
It would appear so.
Apollo:
Hmm... No way for a third party to escape without being spotted, so... (Great. It's another one of those convoluted locked-room mysteries.)
The victim
Apollo:
About the victim, Minister Inga... He was the kingdom's Minister of Justice, correct?
Ema:
Yes. Inga Karkhuul Khura'in was the second most powerful figure in Khura'in. Plus, he was married to the queen.
Apollo:
Seems strange that someone of his status would abduct someone.
Ema:
Apparently, he only told a few of his most loyal subordinates about his plan. That way, there was little chance of the police or even the queen finding out.
Apollo:
What was Inga hoping to gain by getting his hands on the orb?
Ema:
That I don't know. But I'm working on it.
Apollo:
(...I wonder if it really was for what Paul Atishon-Wimperson said...?)
Atishon:
I must deliver it to my benefactor at all costs.
Phoenix:
What do they want that relic for anyway?
Atishon:
Heh heh heh. It's something to do with an old legend. My patron seeks the great power said to be granted to whoever solves its secret.
Apollo:
(A great power that is said to be bestowed on whoever solves the orb's secret. In Khura'in, only those who can channel spirits are said to be fit to rule. Was that why Inga wanted such power? Did he want to be king?)
Amara's tomb
Apollo:
So this is the tomb of the previous queen?
Ema:
Yes, Queen Amara was laid to rest here. She lost her life in an arsonist's blaze. What a tragic end. I heard this tomb sits on the actual site of her residence before it was burned down. They built it on the same spot so her soul could rest in peace.
Apollo:
(So this is where the fire happened, huh.)
Athena:
Why do you think Minister Inga was holding Ms. Fey captive here?
Ema:
It's the perfect spot, if you think about it. It's close to his private quarters, which made it easy to keep an eye on his prisoner. And the courtyard is only open to the royal family, so he had little fear of prying eyes. Plus, the tomb is normally locked, and only the royal family is allowed access.
Athena:
So that's why he picked this place.
Apollo:
How long had Ms. Fey been held captive?
Ema:
About six days.
Apollo:
Really?! That long?!
Ema:
It appears that she was severely weakened by her prolonged confinement. She passed out as soon as she was freed, and is now on an IV drip at the hospital. She's been asleep ever since.
Examine (after clearing all Talk options)
Amara's sarcophagus (front, while facing Holy Mother painting)
Apollo:
So this is Amara's sarcophagus. Let's take a closer look.
Amara's sarcophagus (side)
Apollo:
The sarcophagus is surrounded by a curtain. I bet someone could've hidden behind it.
Ema:
True, but that's one of the many places the royal guard checked after storming in.
Athena:
Wow, they were really thorough.
Ema:
Yes, well, apparently, one of their members loves mystery novels. He peered into every nook and cranny with an almost frightening amount of gusto. And when he was done, he said: "Very interesting. It's like one of those locked-room mysteries."
Apollo:
Sounds like he's in the wrong line of work.
Amara's sarcophagus (blood spatter)
Athena:
Wow, it's covered in blood.
Apollo:
With a blood spatter this large , it must've gotten all over the killer, too. Come to think of it... There was blood on Dhurke's clothes.
Athena:
The circumstantial evidence points to Dhurke being the killer.
Apollo:
That's what I'd conclude if I were a cop, too. (Why are things always so bleak for me...?)
Sarcophagus curtains
Athena:
Hey, these curtains open, Apollo.
Sarcophagus keyhole
Apollo:
...That's one big sarcophagus.
Ema:
They say the mummy of Amara, the former queen, rests inside.
Apollo:
A mummy, huh? ...Rats, it's locked.
Ema:
Hey, don't touch that!
Apollo:
You mean we can't search inside it?
Ema:
Not a chance. Besides, it's not something anyone'd try opening, anyway.
Apollo:
What if the real killer's hiding inside?
Athena:
Hey! Anyone in there?
Ema:
D-Don't do that! You're going to get us cursed!
Athena:
C-C-Cursed?
Ema:
The queen likely bears a grudge toward the living after such a violent, painful death. So no one dares touch the sarcophagus for fear of incurring her wrath.
Athena:
.........Oh no, Apollo. What am I going to do?
Apollo:
Don't look at me.
Ema:
...In any case, the sarcophagus is temperature controlled. It's kept really cold to preserve the mummy. So even if someone did decide to hide inside it, they would eventually freeze to death.
Apollo:
I see... (Still, if they bundled up, I bet a person could hide in there for a little while.)
Holy Mother mural
Apollo:
It looks like the Holy Mother was painted here to watch over Amara's sarcophagus.
Athena:
So it's like, this tomb is protected by the founder? That must be so reassuring to those she left behind.
Apollo:
Only one problem: they didn't paint the eyes she needs to do said watching.
Athena:
Come to think of it, she doesn't have a mouth to smile down on the tomb with, either. It's actually kind of creepy. I wonder if being watched over by something like that gives the queen nightmares.
Apollo:
...Hey, hey. Keep that up, and the founder just might come and "watch over" you, too.
Broken statue (while facing Holy Mother painting)
Apollo:
Look, one of the statues is broken.
Athena:
Yeah, but it's kind of hard to see from here.
Apollo:
Let's check it out when we get a little closer.
Broken statue (while facing chair)
Apollo:
One of the statues is broken. Let's take a closer look.
Broken statue (while zoomed)
Apollo:
This thing's more splinter than statue now.
Ema:
The bullet from the victim's gun did a real number on it.
Athena:
It seems like something you'd get cursed for, you know?
Apollo:
In Minister Inga's case, I'd say getting your ticket punched is curse enough.
Athena:
Yeah, but don't curses extend to the afterlife?
Apollo:
You need to stop taking what Nahyuta says so seriously.
Athena:
I-I'm perfectly capable of thinking for myself!
Magatama
Apollo:
It's a magatama... I think. Did it come from the broken statue?
Athena:
Look, Apollo, there's another one. But the other statues only have one each.
Apollo:
Hey, you're right. Maybe this statue was special or something.
Bullet
Apollo:
Look, there's a bullet here.
Ema:
It's from the pistol the victim was carrying. My guess is he tried to shoot his attacker, but missed, and the bullet ended up here. We've already determined the rifling marks to be a match to his gun.
Athena:
Rifling marks? Aren't those...?
Ema:
Oh ho! Shall I explain? The science behind it is absolutely fascinating.
Apollo:
No, no, we're good.
Ema:
Hmph, lawyers... Think they're so smart.
Apollo:
You do realize we can hear you.
Sparkling object
Apollo:
Hm? There's something shiny down there. It's a pendant...
Athena:
There's blood on it. I wonder who it belongs to.
Ema:
All we know is it's not the victims. No one in the royal family recognized it.
Apollo:
...Ema, did you lift any fingerprints from it?
Ema:
I did, but... ...I wasn't able to get a clean one.
Apollo:
That's too bad.
Ema:
But the blood turned out to be the victim's.
Apollo:
That means it must have fallen here in the course of the murder. (It might be Dhurke's. I should ask him about it later.)
Pink Butterfly Pendant added to the Court Record.
White outline
Apollo:
Guess this is where Inga collapsed when he died. Better take a closer look.
White outline (while zoomed)
Apollo:
They've already taken the body away. It's kind of sad how familiar I've become with body outlines.
Ema:
I have a photo of the body if you're interested. He was stabbed right in the back; the poor guy was practically skewered.
Athena:
What's he wearing on his arms?
Ema:
Those are the Cuffs of Justice. Seems to be a tradition here for the Minister of Justice to wear those forearm cuffs.
Apollo:
They look like they're made of a thick fabric, so I guess they aren't for protection.
Athena:
Maybe they're for keeping his sleeves out of the way when handling documents.
Apollo:
Yeah, that's probably their original purpose. But over the years, the reason for wearing them was probably forgotten. So now, they're just one of many traditional things that people do without knowing why.
Athena:
...Oh, I get it. Kind of like the way you roll up your sleeves, huh?
Apollo:
...Or your psychology, if we're going there.
Athena:
I happen to know why I started, thank you very much!
Tomb Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
White outline (while zoomed; subsequent times)
Apollo:
These white lines indicate where the minister's body fell.
Athena:
Hey, didn't Ema give us a photo of the crime scene before they took the body away?
Apollo:
Looks like he was stabbed in the back.
Athena:
Those things on his arms... They're called the "Cuffs of Justice," right?
Apollo:
Yeah, they're supposedly a traditional part of the minister's outfit.
Knife
Apollo:
So, this is the murder weapon. Ema, did you find any prints on it?
Ema:
Yep, and they were super clear. They belong to one Dhurke Sahdmadhi.
Apollo:
That's not good. Were there any others?
Ema:
There was one more print from another individual... ...but it was too smudged to identify. It's probably an old print from someone else who had handled the knife.
Apollo:
Oh... (Yet another piece of unhelpful info to add to our ever-growing pile... *sigh*)
Knife (subsequent times)
Apollo:
The murder weapon...
Athena:
Apparently, Dhurke's prints were found on it.
Apollo:
That's not very helpful, is it.
Cell phone
Apollo:
I wonder if this is Inga's cell phone.
Ema:
It should be. His fingerprints are all over it.
Apollo:
Do you know if he talked with anyone recently?
Ema:
There were a few calls logged between him and his underlings. They're all members of the secret police, who were directly under the minister's control.
Athena:
You mean like spies?
Apollo:
I don't think that's quite it.
Pistol
Apollo:
So the minister was armed, huh.
Ema:
Mm-hm. That's a four-shot pistol. He had it for self-defense, apparently. But it won't be firing anything any time soon.
Apollo:
Huh?
Athena:
He was carrying a broken gun around for show?
Ema:
No, we recovered a bullet here. Which means the gun probably broke as the minister fired its last round. Thing is... the gun's chambers are all empty. Yet, that one bullet is the only bullet we could find.
Apollo:
That is strange. Where did the other three go?
Athena:
...Maybe Dhurke ate them.
Apollo:
We can ask the next time we see him. Just be ready for his predictably "shocking" answer.
Pistol (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Inga's pistol... He used to carry it for self-defense.
Athena:
Apparently, he fired all four rounds.
Apollo:
Yeah, but only one slug was recovered in this tomb.
Rows of statues
Apollo:
It's like a small army of monks, all neatly lined up. It looks like they're facing the sarcophagus in prayer.
Athena:
If you look carefully, each one has a slightly different expression.
Apollo:
I wonder if they used real people as models.
Athena:
Some are frowning, some are smiling... Hm? There's one that looks like he's trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.
Apollo:
...Really? Hmm, I wonder why.
Athena:
Maybe it's like those times when things are so intense, you can't help but laugh. You know, like at funerals and stuff.
Apollo:
They went through all the trouble of depicting that? Talk about going overboard...
Right incense burner
Apollo:
It's full of ash. My guess would be this is an incense burner.
Athena:
Hey, look, Apollo. There's something in the ashes.
Apollo:
...Let's see what it is.
Ash
Apollo:
It's full of ash. They must burn incense in here.
Athena:
So, I was wondering, Apollo... Did the ash come from the incense sticks that were burned in this? Or do people put their incense in after there was already she in here to hold them up?
Apollo:
Don't be silly, Athena. The answer's simple. The ash is the product of prayers from countless visitors who came here. It's not a chicken-or-the-egg kind of thing.
Apollo:
Oh, that's an interesting take on it. It's so much more poetic than mine!
Gemstone
Apollo:
Is that... a gemstone? Wonder what it's doing here.
Athena:
Heh heh heh, I've got this one covered, Apollo. Would you like to hear my brilliant theory?
Apollo:
Well, I guess it wouldn't do any harm.
Athena:
You know how people make wishes by throwing coins into a fountain, right? Well--
Apollo:
You know, on second thought, I'm good.
Athena:
Whaaat?! Y-You sure you don't need to hear my theory? I was just about to get to the good part!
Apollo:
Let's just ask Ema. That'll be much quicker. Excuse me, Ema? What's this gemstone doing here?
Ema:
Oh, that... It's not a gem, it's a button -- albeit a very expensive one -- from the victim's jacket. Must've fallen off and gotten in there somehow.
Apollo:
See? Every puzzle has an answer, Athena.
Athena:
Well, I thought my idea was pretty good... Wait... What's with this soot? See here, on the gemstone.
Apollo:
...Hey, you're right.
Gemstone added to the Court Record.
Grape juice
Apollo:
This is the grape juice Inga was drinking. He was probably nervous before his meeting with Dhurke.
Athena:
So he drank grape juice? I'm not seeing the logic here.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright told me all about it when he was hospitalized a few years ago. He said grape juice has something in it that helps you relax.
Athena:
Really? ...Um, are you sure he was talking about regular, plain old grape juice? Because it sounds like he was talking about the fermented variety.
Apollo:
No, he couldn't have meant that. I mean, we're talking about a medical facility. They wouldn't have allowed something like that in.
Athena:
R-Right... Let's just leave it at that.
Side paintings (while facing Holy Mother mural)
Apollo:
There's a painting up there, but I can't see it very well from here.
Paintings right of Holy Mother mural
Apollo:
A baby on a lotus blossom? That's one strange painting.
Ema:
Apparently, that's part of a mural depicting the life and times of Queen Amara. You know, like a storyboard or something.
Apollo:
So that baby's supposed to be Amara?
Athena:
This one depicts Amara preaching to the faithful.
Apollo:
It's hard to put into words, but I've never seen anything like it. Let's see, the next one is... I-Is that... Dhurke? Why does he have horns?
Athena:
My best guess is... ...it depicts the first time Amara and Dhurke met.
Apollo:
So he's supposed to be some kind of demon who's seducing her?
Athena:
Well, he WAS successful since they got married after that.
Apollo:
...The mural continues on the opposite wall.
Paintings left of Holy Mother mural
Athena
Is this supposed to be Amara channeling a spirit?
Apollo:
It looks like the spirit of some country's sultan or something. And she seems to be conveying something to his retainers.
Athena:
...Sh-She's on fire.
Apollo:
This must be Amara's assassination as allegedly carried out by Dhurke. They really made him look evil.
Athena:
...This is the weirdest one of all.
Apollo:
Is that supposed to be Dhurke facing his punishment in the afterlife? Anyway... Hm? I guess that's the last one.
Athena:
I guess we're supposed to see this as a happy ending.
Apollo:
Yeah, except nobody came out of this story happy.
Chair
Apollo:
Ms. Fey was apparently tied to this chair. Let's take a closer look. We should try to cover every angle possible here. Slide the Touch Screen... ... or use the Circle Pad (Circle Pad) to look around carefully in this area.
Chair (zoomed in)
Apollo:
(...Poor Ms. Fey. She must've been tied up to this chair.)
Athena:
I can just imagine how much her backside must've hurt after sitting here for so long.
Apollo:
It would've been torture for you, I bet. I mean, you don't know how to sit still.
Athena:
If by that you mean I like to stay active, then I have to agree with you.
Bloodstain on chair leg
Apollo:
Look, there's a bloodstain on one of the chair legs. 
Ema:
Really?! Hey, you're right. I completely missed that.
Apollo:
Let's move the chair so we can check under it. ...There's more blood under the chair leg.
Ema:
Hmm... I wonder what it's doing there. I have some luminol here. Why don't you do some testing around it?
Luminol
Spray floor
Leads to:
"Look! The bloodstain leads all the way to the sarcophagus!"
Apollo:
Look! The bloodstain leads all the way to the sarcophagus!
Athena:
Ema, is this Minister Inga's blood?
Ema:
Hold on one second... .........Huh? That's strange. I didn't get a match.
Apollo:
So then...whose blood is it? Dhurke and Ms. Fey weren't wounded as far as we know.
Athena:
And the blood's been wiped up by someone for some reason.
Apollo:
Yeah, that's strange, too.
Mysterious Bloodstain added to the Court Record.
Bloodstain on the floor (appears after examining bloodstain on chair)
Apollo:
There's a bloodstain on the floor.
Athena:
It's already been mostly wiped up, but the stain leads all the way to the sarcophagus. I wonder whose blood it is.
Rope
Athena:
I bet you didn't know, but I happen to be a bit of an escape artist myself. Trucy showed me how to do her rope escape trick.
Apollo:
Uh-huh. And why would you bother learning something like that?
Athena:
Because we're always getting into trouble when working cases with Mr. Wright. So I thought it might come in handy someday.
Apollo:
Well, I guess you're right about that. Ms. Fey could've definitely used that knowledge.
Athena:
That's right! So now, you just sit right here and we'll get started.
Apollo:
What in the world gave you the idea I wanted to learn?!
Wall curtains
Apollo:
Someone could have hid behind these curtains.
Athena:
Here, I'll go give it a try! Well, can you tell I'm hiding here?
Apollo:
No, I can't tell at all. That's it! That's the perfect hiding place!
Athena:
We did it, Apollo! We solved the case!
Ema:
Sorry to burst your bubble, but... ...the royal guard searched the tomb high and low right after they stormed in. And they said no one else was in here besides Minister Inga, Dhurke, and Ms. Fey.
Apollo:
...Well. Back to the drawing board, I guess.
Athena:
My brilliant deduction -- destroyed in three sentences.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ema:
Your attorney's badge? Huh...
Apollo:
What, that normally gets a better reaction from you.
Ema:
I'm tired of collecting your fingerprints. It's kind of lost its luster.
Apollo:
Yeah, but who knows? There could be other people's prints on it.
Ema:
Ooh, that's true! Hand it over, buddy!
Apollo:
Ah!
Ema:
............Hmph. The only prints I found were yours.
Apollo:
(Argh, it's all dusty now.)
Anything else
Ema:
Oh, you must need my forensic expertise! Just leave it to me!
Apollo:
Oh, um... Actually, I was wondering if you see anything strange about this.
Ema:
...Oh. ....................................
Apollo:
(Why isn't she saying anything?)
After clearing all talk options:
Athena:
Poor Ms. Fey. I hope she gets better soon.
Apollo:
Ema, do you mind if we start looking around?
Ema:
Sure, I've already got the okay. Knock yourselves out. Oh, and here. It's a diagram the police drew of the tomb. I thought I'd give you a copy to help your investigation along.
Apollo:
Thank you.
Tomb Diagram added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Oh, and let me know if you need my forensic expertise. Don't you dare keep all the fun to yourselves, you hear?!
Apollo:
You don't need to worry about that. (Besides, I'd hardly classify this as "fun".)
After clearing all examination options:
Apollo:
I think we've covered just about everything. Maybe we should go over what we've learned so far.
Athena:
Umm... For starters, we're dealing with a locked-room murder. But instead of the tomb being locked, it was being cordoned off by the royal guard. And after the murder, no one was found to be hiding inside. 
Apollo:
Right. In addition... ...we also know that Dhurke's fingerprints are all over the murder weapon. 
Athena:
The curtain around the sarcophagus was drenched in the victim's blood on one side. The blood must've also gotten on the killer when they stabbed the minister from behind. 
Apollo:
Dhurke had blood on him when the crime was first discovered. Unfortunately, he doesn't remember what happened. 
Apollo:
..................
Athena:
............
Apollo:
(This is not good.)
Athena:
So, what we know so far is... ...things couldn't be worse for our case. And that's still and understatement somehow.
Apollo:
Yeah, it's looking pretty grim.
Ema:
Oh, uh! If you two are done here, I'll have to ask you to leave. Go on, scoot!
Apollo:
Something wrong, Ema? Why are you trying to give us the boot?
Ema:
...It's just easier if you're not here when His Ephemeral Holiness arrives. ...Ah!
Apollo:
(Speak of the devil.)
Ema:
P-Prosecutor Sahdmadhi... 
Nahyuta:
Detective Skye... It seems you've spoken at length with these two lawyers. I do hope you've also kept an eye on them.
Ema:
Y-Yes, of course! Like a hawk! They didn't touch a single thing! Ha, a-ha ha ha!
Nahyuta:
...Give a lawyer an inch, and they'll take a mile. Never forget that.
Apollo:
(There's that look of distrust again.) ...Hey, Nahyuta. Do you really believe that Dhurke's guilty?
Nahyuta:
.........
Apollo:
And are you seriously going to prosecute this case? I mean, he's your father. You were once part of the Defiant Dragons, weren't you?
Nahyuta:
.........
Apollo:
Hey! Nahyuta! Wait! I said wait! Come on, Athena, after him!
Athena:
Huh? ...Oh, uh, right behind you!
May 18Ga'ran Palace - Royal Residence
Apollo:
Nahyuta, would you stop already?!
Nahyuta:
.........What do you want?
Apollo:
It's about Dhurke. Would you please hear me out?
Nahyuta:
...I fail to see why I should. Now, if you'll excuse me...
Apollo:
Apollo:
Nahyuta! ...Are you afraid of what I might have to say? If not, there's no harm in listening, right?
Nahyuta:
.........Very well. Speak. But make it quick. There is much I must do.
Apollo:
(Why does everything have to be so difficult with you?)
Examine
Inga's residence
Apollo:
(Somebody got a little carried away decorating this place. There's a golden lion keeping watch at the entrance.) ...That frog looks like it's cowering under the lion's glare.
Athena:
Really? 'Cause to me, it looks like the frog is glaring at the lion.
Apollo:
Come on, Athena. How does that make any sense?
Athena:
Huh? I just call 'em as I see 'em.
Apollo:
(I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.)
Ga'ran's palace
Apollo:
The palace of Queen Ga'ran is built to impress. Its white walls and gold ornamentation lend it an imposing air.
Athena:
It makes Minister Inga's residence look downright humble by comparison.
Apollo:
Yeah. It shows the difference in their tastes... and which one wears the pants, so to speak
Amara's tomb
Apollo:
The previous queen, Amara, was laid to rest in her own private tomb. Pretty impressive.
Athena:
They say it cost $800 million to build, and took 400 workers five years to complete. Special memorial rites were also conducted at various points of its construction.
Apollo:
That's quite an undertaking.
Athena:
It was built with donations from her devoted subjects and royalty of neighboring countries. It ended up giving a huge boost to the national economy.
Apollo:
Wow, Queen Amara must've been one charismatic lady...
Rayfa's residence
Athena:
Ooh, look at those flowers! They give the whole house such a cute vibe! I wonder if this is where Princess Rayfa lives.
Apollo:
...I doubt it. She doesn't look like the type to decorate with cute flowers. I mean, I may not know her well, but she seems awfully serious and snobby. I bet she uses nothing but roses and peonies – stuffy old people flowers, you know?
Athena:
......Apollo. I guess it's too much to ask that you not judge a book by its cover, huh.
Apollo:
What's that supposed to mean?
Footprints
Apollo:
Are these... Inga's footprints? They appear to be heading toward the tomb.
Athena:
Didn't Princess Rayfa mention something about that? You know, something about him rushing over to the tomb before we arrived?
Apollo:
I wonder if he had accidentally dozed off before the exchange or something.
Landscape
Apollo:
Vibrant lotus flowers floating on still waters... Butterflies dancing about... It's almost supernatural in its beauty.
Athena:
And at the center of it all rises the tomb where Amara's soul slumbers.  It makes you wonder if that bridge there is a getaway to the hereafter.
Apollo:
Yeah... Especially after both Dhurke and Inga crossed that bridge earlier.
Urns
Apollo:
This overturned urn has spilled water everywhere. Everything around it is soaking wet.
Athena:
D-Don't look at me!
Apollo:
(Rightly or wrongly, I'm guessing Athena's the type who gets blamed for a lot of things. And the more people accuse her, the more defensive she becomes. Even to the point of preemptively denying any wrongdoing.)
Athena:
I said, it wasn't me!
Apollo:
I never said it was.
Talk
Prosecuting Dhurke
Apollo:
So, I know you'll be prosecuting Dhurke's case, but... ...aren't there any other prosecutors in this country? Why does it have to be you?
Nahyuta:
...Her Eminence, Queen Ga'ran, personally requested that I serve as prosecutor.
Apollo:
Sh-She did? That WOULD make it hard to say no.
Nahyuta:
Her Eminence thinks highly of my prosecution skills.
Apollo:
Still, she didn't have to ask you to handle a case against your own father. Be honest. You really don't want to do this, do you?
Nahyuta:
...Ahh. You speak of love and sentiment.
Apollo:
Er, I guess so.
Nahyuta:
I do not deny such human emotions. But... the law is the law. And placing personal feelings above it is beyond reprieve. ...Do you disagree?
Apollo:
W-Well... No, I don't disagree, but...
Nahyuta:
Civilizations only exist due to  the confines of the law. Without them, love and sentiment would lack the fertile they need to flourish. Do you disagree?"
Apollo:
No, but...
Nahyuta:
The law must be obeyed. This truth sits above all else, including personal feelings. Therefore, whether or not I am the son of the accused is of no consequence. It is that simple, or would you say otherwise?
Apollo:
Nnnngh... B-But...
Athena:
Come on, Apollo! Tell him how wrong he is!
Apollo:
B...But don't you... you know... wish it wasn't that way...?
Nahyuta:
...............
Athena:
.........
Nahyuta:
It appears I've wasted my breath on you.
Athena:
And the winner is... Prosecutor Sahdmadhi!
Nahyuta:
...Hmph. Still spewing empty words devoid of meaning or consequence, I see... ...you putrid red pepper.
Apollo:
Argh! ........ (I know I'm right... But did he have to be so eloquent about his point? It;s like he's trying to cover something up with his pretty words.)
Athena:
Apollo, I'd cut back on the debates with him if I were you. Just stick to questions, like the one you wanted to ask.
Who Dhurke cares about (appears after "Prosecuting Dhurke")
Apollo:
Nahyuta, I wanted to ask you about the hostage situation. Inga said he had someone dear to Dhurke in the palm of his hand. And he was using that person, along with his hostage, as leverage in obtaining the orb.
Nahyuta:
...! That's news to me.
Apollo:
Well, that's what Inga said.
Dhurke:
You can kiss your chances of getting the orb goodbye.
Inga:
...Heh heh heh. Maya Fey ain't my only... how shall I say... insurance, you know, Dhurke.
Dhurke:
What?
Inga:
I've got someone dear to you right in the palm of my hand, see? Now that one, well... You can imagine what kinds of things I could do, right?
Dhurke:
What?
Inga:
I've got someone dear to you right in the palm of my hand, see? Now that one, well... You can imagine what kinds of things I could do, right?
Dhurke:
! ............
Inga:
Heh heh. Glad you're seeing things my way.
Apollo:
I got the impression Dhurke had no choice but to follow Inga's demands after he heard that. So who do you suppose this special person is?
Nahyuta:
.........I wouldn't know.
Apollo:
! (My bracelet's reacting!) Hey, Nahyuta, about what you just said--
Nahyuta:
Apollo:
Ack! Ow-ow-ouch! M-My bracelet is crushing my wrist! Youch! That really hurts! Wh-What the heck's going on?!
Nahyuta:
...I'm wise to your tricks, you putrid pepper. That bracelet reacts to the anxieties around you by squeezing your wrist. But now that I know how it works, I can make it tighten around your wrist any time I wish. Consider this a warning.
Apollo:
Argh... (I don't know how he did it, but this renders my bracelet useless.)
Nahyuta:
Such devilry is powerless in the face of the Holy Mother's blessings.
Athena:
Looks like your special power won't work against Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, Apollo. We'll have to try something else.
Apollo:
Argh, you're right. We'll just have to ask Dhurke about this.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Nahyuta:
Why is that badge before me?
Apollo:
Remember how we used to talk about what we wanted to be back when we were kids? I wanted to be a lawyer, and you, a prosecutor. You said you wanted to prosecute bad guys to make sure they got punished.
Nahyuta:
Yes, passing judgment upon evil... That is my calling. And it is why I have taken this case.
Apollo:
Are you saying Dhurke is evil?
Nahyuta:
He who goes against what is righteous and holy... ...I shall reap his soul with all my power, whoever he may be, for that is my role.
Apollo:
(Then I'll just have to defend his soul with all MY power, Nahyuta.)
Inga's Autopsy Report or Tomb Crime Photo
Nahyuta:
Alas... Another soul has departed this world, and must now be guided to the Twilight Realm.
Apollo:
You would even hold last rites for a kidnapper like Minister Inga?
Nahyuta:
Criminals, too, must be given funerary rites. Deny that, and their soul will turn malevolent, bringing woe upon the living. That is why all who pass on must receive a proper requiem.
Apollo:
Makes sense. I mean, if I were murdered, I'd probably be pretty keen on revenge, too.
Anything else
Nahyuta:
The putrid-minded lawyer seeks information from me? 
Apollo:
Come on, throw me a bone here.
Nahyuta:
I think not.
Apollo:
Well, aren't we stingy?
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Attorney's Badge:
Nahyuta:
.........It appears... 
Apollo:
?
Nahyuta:
...You intend to go through with a trial you have no hope of winning. Grow up, Mr. Justice. We are no longer children, you and I.
Apollo:
I'm not the one who needs to grow up, Nahyuta. In case you didn't hear, I won my last case against none other than Mr. Wright.
Nahyuta:
!
Athena:
You tell him, Apollo!
Nahyuta:
...............
Apollo:
(Is he mad? I can never tell with him.)
Nahyuta:
...This trial is different. Your foolishness will only earn you a death sentence for aiding and abetting a criminal. And those who die as criminals... ...are doomed to be reborn in the next life as something lower than a bug or vegetable. You would be lucky to return to this realm as a patch of mold.
Apollo:
M-Mold? That's pretty harsh.
Nahyuta:
If you wish to avert such a fate, abandon this folly before it is too late.
Apollo:
...I don't care if I end up as a dollop of blue cheese dressing in my next life! I'm going to defend Dhurke in court!
Nahyuta:
.........You fool. Know this... I intend to prosecute the accused with all my might -- no matter what you say or do. Consider yourself forewarned. ...Now, if you will excuse me.
Athena:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi knows his father will be publicly executed if he's found guilty. Yet he won't show even an ounce of mercy.
Apollo:
............... (...Nahyuta. Is this the real you? Have you really changed? Do you really plan on sending Dhurke to his death? Do you even hear me? Don't Dhurke and I matter to you anymore?)
To Be Continued
May 18Tem'phul Temple
Phoenix:
(Maya passed out right after we found her in the tomb.)
Maya:
...I feel... exhausted. I can't keep my eyes... open...
Phoenix:
(She's been out cold ever since. We haven't been able to get a word out of her. The doctor says it's just exhaustion, but I can't help but worry...)
Edgeworth:
What is it, Wright? Are you all right?
Phoenix:
...Yeah. Just thinking is all. I'm glad you're here, Edgeworth. We wouldn't have gotten the permissions we have without you.
Edgeworth:
...Well, I didn't come all the way to Khura'in to be useless. Speaking of the investigation, I received a few things from Detective Skye. These should prove to be useful to us as well.
Inga's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Tomb Diagram added to the Court Record.
Tomb Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
I can't thank you enough, Edgeworth. (Honestly, I'd have been so lost without him these past few days.)
???:
You there! The "Barbed Head" lawyer, Phoenix Wriiiiiight!
Phoenix:
Huh? .........You're... from the Ga'ran Royal Guard, right...?
Royal Guard:
I am Lah'kee, royal guard member and Her Eminence's shoooooulder rubber!!!
Phoenix:
That's... very specific... And what does the royal shoulder rubber want with me? Wait, come to think of it, my shoulders ARE a bit stiff--
Royal Guard:
Don't be absuuurd!!! I am here for one purpose ooonly!!! I am to bring you before Her Eminence... ...Queen Ga'ran, grand priestess of Khura'in!! Will you complyyy?!!!
Phoenix:
The queen? What could she want with me? (And why does he have to shout like that ?)
Edgeworth:
Hmm... I can't fathom why Queen Ga'ran would summon you... ...but I advise you to accept Her Eminence's gracious invitation. .........Royal shoulder rubber Lahkee, was it? May I join Mr. Wright in his audience with the queen?
Royal Guard:
The name's Lah'kee! L-A-H apostrophe K-E-E!!! And...! All praise the omnipotent Queen Ga'raaan!!! For she has already foreseen and approved your request, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth!!! You are both to come with meeeee!!!
Edgeworth:
You mean to say that Queen Ga'ran sees our every move?
Royal Guard:
Yes indeeeed! Her Eminence's spiritual power is immeeeeeeense!!! She can even see what's going on thoooousands of miiiiiiiiles away!!!
Edgeworth:
.........Wright. I fear I'll lose my hearing next if we don't hurry.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah... Me, too... Why would the queen herself summon me personally? What could she possibly be up to?
Examine
Temple
Phoenix:
There weren't any hotels available, so this is our home for tonight. It's a bed to sleep in and a roof over our heads.
Phoenix:
Sorry to disappoint, but... there aren't any beds here. We'll have to sleep on the floor next to a bunch of strangers.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What? ...Tell me there's a shower at the very least.
Phoenix:
The kitchen sink works just fine, I hear.
Edgeworth:
Of all the-- Wright, you will work to bring this case to a swift resolution. The sooner the better.
Edgeworth:
.........I suppose it will do.
Spring
Phoenix:
The water's so clear, it's like a window into the soul.
Edgeworth:
I wouldn't stare too hard into it, Wright. Or you may find all your bluffs staring right back at you.
Phoenix:
No pool-gazing in front of a client. Got it.
Background Temples
Edgeworth:
There appears to be many temples in this area.
Phoenix:
Yeah, there are always a lot of monks and worshippers praying around here. And then there's tourists like us.
Edgeworth:
It's unfortunate that we have more pressing matters to attend to. Then again, sightseeing with you of all people isn't exactly at the top of my list.
Phoenix:
(As if you have the luxury to be so picky, Edgeworth.)
Talk
Any Ideas?
Edgeworth:
So you'd been here all this time. I wondered where you had gone.
Phoenix:
...Don't tell me you missed me, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
As if. The courts have been so peaceful without you around.
Phoenix:
You make it sound like I leave legal devastation in my wake.
Edgeworth:
Heh... Well, don't you?
What to do
Edgeworth:
Well, Wright, what do you intend to do now?
Phoenix:
I was thinking... I want to help Apollo win this case. So why don't we try to gather whatever information we can?
Edgeworth:
You're quite the considerate boss.
Phoenix:
Well, I kinda forced him to take care of the office in my absence, so... ...it's the least I can do.
Present
Attorney's Badge or Tomb Diagram
Edgeworth:
Still at it, I see. I guess borders mean little in the face of your incurable habit.
Phoenix:
Well, I heard you used to present evidence left and right during your investigations, too.
Edgeworth:
That was a long time ago. ...Besides, who did you hear that from?
Phoenix:
Oh, I have my sources.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Well, tell your "source" that I look forward to his next salary review.
Inga's Autopsy Report or Tomb Crime Photo
Edgeworth:
It's ironic that the man tasked with upholding the law should end up breaking it.
Phoenix:
Well, it's not like we don't have our fair share of that back home.
Edgeworth:
Hmph, that is a thing of the past. The worst offenders have already been removed.
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it, wasn't Gaspen Payne expelled from the prosecutor's office?
Edgeworth:
Yes, he was a particularly troublesome individual. I was shocked to see him resurface here in Khura'in, and with considerable sway, no less. I just hope he doesn't end up making a mess of things here as well.
Move
Audience Chamber
Leads to:
May 18, 2:45 PM
Ga'ran Palace – Royal Residence
Royal Residence
Investigate
Ga'ran Palace
Phoenix:
Ga'ran Palace, the heart of the kingdom's government and religion.
Edgeworth:
Yes, the two are inseparably intertwined here in Khura'in. The religious beliefs of its people touch every aspect of their lives, including legal affairs.
Phoenix:
Right. Like how they commune with spirits in court. I suppose Khura'inism is the glue that binds their faith, law, and politics together. It may seem strange to foreigners like us, but for them, it's perfectly natural.
Landscape
Phoenix:
What a beautiful place this is. But I'd be enjoying this a whole lot more if we weren't investigating a murder.
Edgeworth:
Commoners aren't normally allowed access to the royal residence, you know. Under ordinary circumstances, it would be impossible to take in such a spectacular view. Though murder is certainly a unique reason to be offered such a rare opportunity.
perfectly natural.
Rayfa's Residence
Phoenix:
This place is decorated with all sorts of colorful flowers. And that view from the veranda looks like it would be amazing. If I had to guess, I'd say Rayfa must live here.
Amara's Tomb
Phoenix:
Amara's Tomb -- the scene of Inga's murder. Poor Maya was held captive in there.
Edgeworth:
To think she was actually being held here in Khura'in. If only we had found out sooner.
Phoenix:
...No point dwelling on that now. All we can do is to keep moving forward. 
Edgeworth:
Yes, of course.
Footprints
Edgeworth:
There are footprints coming from this residence.
Phoenix:
Too bad they just kinda end. I wonder who made them and where they went.
Urns
Phoenix:
This overturned urn spilled its water all over the place. It was already knocked over when we got here earlier this afternoon, so... ...we can rule out Athena at least.
Edgeworth:
.........Wright. What does it say about you if your first suspect is your own subordinate?
Inga's Residence
Phoenix:
...What a gaudy building. Looks like something you'd appreciate, Edgworth.
Edgeworth:
...For the record, Wright, I have absolutely no interest in such ostentatious things.
Phoenix:
(Says the man who rides around in a red sports car, wearing that frilly cravat thing.)
Amara's tomb
Investigate
Anything
Phoenix:
Apollo and Athena are already working this area. Edgeworth and I should try someplace else.
Detention Center
Investigate
Bell
Edgeworth:
This bell must be for summoning the guard.
Phoenix:
I bet one of your detectives would come running if you rang it.
Edgeworth:
Let's find out, shall we?
Phoenix:
Th-They're not seriously going to show up, are they?
Guard
Phoenix:
Oh, the guard's asleep. And here I thought he was stoically doing his duty. Impressive.
May 18Ga'ran Palace - Audience Chamber
Ga'ran:
Ah, the "Barbed Head" lawyer has arrived. We bid you welcome. And you, as well, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
Th-Thank you. (This place is still as magnificent as last time.)
Ga'ran:
We have heard much about you, Barbed One. It seems your bluffs and tomfoolery tend to leave our court devastated in their wake.
Phoenix:
Uh... Is that what people have been saying about me?
Edgworth:
...Wright! Where are your manners?! Your Eminence. I am both humbled and delighted to be in your presence.
Phoenix:
Oh, umm... Your Eminence... Um, glad to be here. Looks like you're doing well.
Ga'ran:
...Heh. It is all right. There is no need to keep your head bowed all day.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Eminence.
Rayfa:
...............
Phoenix:
(Rayfa's not looking too good. I guess even she can't just bounce back from her father's murder...) ...So what can I do for you, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:<br.
We wish to question you about something related to the case at hand.
Phoenix:
(Perfect. Because I have a few questions of my own.)
Examine
Throne
Phoenix:
That's one swanky throne. I wouldn't mind taking a seat there myself.
Edgeworth:
The jester and the crown. I imagine it'd make quite the interesting picture.
Phoenix:
You know Edgeworth... I hate to say this, but you're absolutely right.
Guards
Phoenix:
It's the Ga'ran Royal Guard. The one who came for us earlier said that he's the royal shoulder rubber. ...Um, excuse me. But are each of you charged with your own specific task?
Royal Guard:
I'm the royal teeeeeaaaa server!
Royal Guard:
I'm the royal taaaaaaster!
Royal Guard:
I'm the royal bed maaaaaaaker!
Royal Guard:
I'm the royal fitness traaaaiiiiine--
Phoenix:
All right, all right... I'm sorry I asked.
Edgeworth:
At this rate, one has to wonder if there is no task left unassigned by Her Eminence.
Talk
Inga's crime
Ga'ran:
We fear we do not fully comprehend what has transpired. So it is that we summoned you here to further elucidate the situation. Is it true that our husband Inga had been seeking the Founder's Orb?
Phoenix:
That's right. He wanted to trade a hostage for it. That's why he abducted Maya Fey.
Rayfa:
Insolent fool!
*ka-tonk!*
Phoenix:
Oww!
Rayfa:
That is a lie! A lie, I say! Father would have never done such a thing!
Phoenix:
B-But he did abduct Maya. That much is--
Rayfa:
I will not stand here and listen to this nonsense! You will pay for this, you... you...!
*ka-tonk!* *ka-tonk!* *ka-tonk!*
Phoenix:
Ow-Ow-Oww! P-Please, Your Benevolence!
Ga'ran:
That is quite enough, Rayfa. We understand your feelings, but we fear he speaks the truth. For we believe we know why your father would do such a thing.
Rayfa:
Huh?
Ga'ran:
We believe he was seeking the orb as a means of obtaining spiritual power. And with it, he intended to usurp the throne.
Rayfa:
.........M-Mother...
Phoenix:
What do you mean, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:
Inga was planning a coup, for he was dissatisfied with the current administration... ...and his secret police was the primary instrument of his treason.
Phoenix:
The secret police... They came up during the high priest's murder trial, too. An elite force under the direct command of the Minister of Justice -- in this case, Inga. The man who was hunting down rebels as Lady Kee'ra was a member of that group.
Ga'ran:
Indeed. Inga turned that once proud force into his own private army. And he intended on using them to launch a coup and assassinate us.
Edgeworth:
So Your Eminence had no control over them?
Ga'ran:
As much as it shames us to admit it, Khura'in is not the unified realm it would appear to be. We are truly sorry you have had to witness the dirty underbelly of our kingdom.
Rayfa:
H...How could Father...?
Ga'ran:
But know that Inga could not have become king simply through our assassination. For in Khura'in, only those who possess spiritual power may sit on the throne.
Edgeworth:
I see... That explains why Minister Inga was seeking the Founder's Orb.
Ga'ran:
Barbed One, do you recall the man known as Pees'lubn Andistan'dhin?
Phoenix:
...What about him?
Ga'ran:
He, too, was involved in Inga's machinations. Inga had bought his loyalty, ordered the man to steal the orb, and covered up the theft.
Phoenix:
And then, he sent the orb to the U.S. for Dr. Buff to study... It's all coming together...
Dhurke the criminal
Ga'ran:
The capture of the infamous villain Dhurke Sahdmadhi... It may prove to be the crowning achievement of our reign. Now, perhaps, the kingdom may return to the peace it once knew. Oh, what a joyous day.
Royal Guard:
Hail to Her Eminence, Queen Ga'ran, Grand Priestess of Khura'in! Her Eminence's spiritual power invoked a blessing straight from the Holy Mother!
Phoenix:
(I could see how her cronies would be elated at the prospect. But the queen herself seems almost giddy for someone whose husband was just murdered.)
Rayfa:
Father...
Phoenix:
(Rayfa, on the other hand, doesn't appear to be taking it so well.) About that incident that occurred twenty-three years ago... The one in which Dhurke was accused of assassinating Queen Amara.
Ga'ran:
Yes, he set fire to her private residence, burning my dear sister alive.
Phoenix:
Murder by arson...
Ga'ran:
ONly a demon would be capable of such a heinous crime.
Phoenix:
(But that event also set the stage for you to become queen...) What did you do before you were crowned queen, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:
As part of our training to be queen, we served in many different governmental positions. The longest of which was as the previous Minister of Justice. It was in that position that we were best able to support our elder sister, Queen Amara.
Phoenix:
(Interesting... That's her husband's position, or at least it was.) And when you ascended to the throne, you passed the Defense Culpability Act.
Defense Culpability Act (appears after "Dhurke the criminal")
Phoenix:
"...those who would support criminals will be deemed just as guilty." What prompted you to pass something like the Defense Culpability Act, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:
...The assassination of our dear sister Amara. When the infamous villain Dhurke Sahdmadhi was apprehended... ...he announced that he would act as his own lawyer.
Phoenix:
(That's right... Dhurke used to be a lawyer.)
Ga'ran:
Dhurke had been an extraordinarily talented lawyer, and highly esteemed by the people. But he falsified evidence in an attempt to win his own case.
Phoenix:
I see...
Ga'ran:
But when the truth of his fabrications and the assassination of the queen came to light... ...the people were devastated. And trust in the legal system plummeted.
Edgeworth:
.........Now why does that sound so familiar?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I wonder, aha-hah-hah...
Ga'ran:
In Khura'in, the Hall of Justice is a sacred space where victims receive their last rites. Should the people lose their faith in it, the kingdom would be shaken to its very core. That is why the Defense Culpability Act had to be passed. It was the only way to keep our legal system from tumbling into the abyss.
Phoenix:
So that's how you sought to eliminate the use of perjury and phony evidence, huh. But that law is what made lawyers go extinct in your kingdom. Now there's no one left to defend those who have been accused.
Ga'ran:
.........We see how you could take issue with such a reality. However, we have not banned the act of lawyering itself. Those who are confident that they can prove their client's innocence... ...are always welcome to mount a vigorous defense, as you yourself have shown.
Phoenix:
W-Well, I guess so, but... Without lawyers, there's the possibility of false charges being filed and prosecuted.
Ga'ran:
So long as our prosecutors continue to run nothing but perfect trials... ...there needn't be fear of such nefarious dealings. Do you disagree?
Phoenix:
(Perfect prosecutors and their perfect trials, huh...)
Edgeworth:
Let's not get started down THIS path...
Ga'ran:
Furthermore, here in Khura'in, we have the Divination Séance. And so it is we no longer need lawyers, for the dead do not lie.
Phoenix:
Well, in the short time I've been here, I've beaten back false charges twice. And I've found that cases built on the memories of the dead are less than perfect. So yes, I do take issue with the Defense Culpability Act, to say the least.
Ga'ran:
...Ho ho ho. Such relentless rhetoric. Your reputation precedes you, Barbed One. It feels as if we ourselves were being cross-examined.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, no, that wasn't my intention.
Ga'ran:
...It is true that some feel that the Defense Culpability Act is a necessary evil at best. But it is a small sacrifice upon which the peace of our kingdom has been forged.
Phoenix:
(If you consider executing innocent lawyers a small sacrifice, then sure.)
Ga'ran:
The fact is that following its passage... ...the crime rate here in Khura'in dropped markedly. Therefore, we have no regrets concerning the enactment of the Defense Culpability Act.
Phoenix:
(Really? None at all?)
Edgeworth:
Wright, why don't we leave it at that? This isn't a court of law, after all.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
Ga'ran:
About the Founder's Orb that was to be exchanged for the hostage... It went missing after the murder. Would you happen to know anything about that?
Phoenix:
It's missing? I'm sure Dhurke had it when he went into the tomb. If it wasn't there, I have no idea where it could be, Your Eminence.
Ga'ran:
...In that case, then perhaps Dhurke has hidden it somewhere. ...Incidentally... there is the matter of that horned youth you were with.
Phoenix:
Oh, you must mean Apollo.
Ga'ran:
From his odd hairstyle, may we assume him to be a relative? Perhaps, your younger brother?
Phoenix:
N-No, no! You've got it all wrong. He's Dhurke's son. Well, more like foster son -- they're not actually related by blood.
Ga'ran:
Dhurke's...? .........Royal guard!
Royal Guard:
Your Eminence!
Phoenix:
Hm? (What's she whispering in that one guy's ear?)
Ga'ran:
.........Thank you for your time. The two of you may go now.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Eminence. We'll be on our way.
Phoenix:
(Okay, now what? Apollo and Athena have the murder scene investigation covered, so... ...maybe we should go speak with the locals over at the bazaar.)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, please take a look at this...
Ga'ran:
...That reminds us of when Dhurke was still practicing law. So, we see that lawyers in your country also present evidence... ...simply to gauge the other party's reaction when all else has failed. Do not presume to use such simplistic methods upon us.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry.
May 18Khura'in - Bazaar
RAWWWRRR!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What... Was that a lion?
Phoenix:
Oh, that? Caught me by surprise, too, when I first heard it. It's the cry of a local bird known as a warbaa'd.
Edgeworth:
A bird? That sounds like that?
Warbaa'd:
RAWWWRRR!
Edgeworth:
Sounds more like a beast than a bird, if you ask me.
Phoenix:
It's a form of mimicry. You know, to help protect them against predators and stuff.
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... Can't say I've heard one quite like that before.
Phoenix:
Oh, it's more than unusual -- it's endangered. It's extremely rare to encounter one in the wild these days.
Edgeworth:
...If it's so rare, then what's one doing out here in the middle of the bazaar?
Phoenix:
You got me. Maybe it's got something to do with it being their national bird.
*BANG*
Phoenix:
Aaahh! (Was that a gunshot?!)
???:
Har har har har har! Startle ya, PW?
Phoenix:
Wh-What was that, Datz?!
Datz:
The Defiant Dragons' newest weapon. I call these puppies... Dragon Snot Snaps!
Phoenix:
Uh, huh... And you need those... why?
Datz:
Because our hard work is starting to pay off! Thanks to our TV signal hijacking and stuff, more and more people are joining our cause. But on account o' that, the regime's been cracking down on us real tough-like.
Phoenix:
Yeah, there's been a lot going on lately.
Datz:
You can say that again. I mean, what with the high priest's fake-murder-slash-suicide. People are calling the "DCA Tragedy," and it's causing a real public uproar.
Phoenix:
(Hopefully this means Tahrust's death won't be in vain after all.) ...So how exactly is a handful of firecrackers going to be of help to you guys anyway?
Datz:
Simple. First, I supply 'em to our fellow rebels. Then we use 'em as a diversion when we need to shake Ga'ran's goons.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Datz:
Like this!
*BANG!*
Phoenix:
Whoa! W-Will you cut that out?! I'm not with the regime, and I'm not chasing you!
Datz:
Har har har har har har! Haaaar har har har har! Your reaction! That was priceless, PW!
Warbaa'd:
RAWWWRRR!
Datz:
Har har har har har har! Guess I startled that warbaa'd, too!
Phoenix:
(It's a miracle no one's trying to arrest him while he's too busy laughing.)
???:
You there.
Datz:
!
Rayfa:
You are one of those insurgents, are you not?
Datz:
Yikes! ...Take that!
*BANG!*
Rayfa:
Eek!
Phoenix:
Aaand he's gone. Those firecrackers are more useful than I thought.
Rayfa:
Barbed Head!
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence. What can I do for you?
Rayfa:
I... I wanted to speak with you. .........About what my mother said... I do not believe a word of it. My father could not have been planning a coup.
Phoenix:
Well, I can understand why you'd feel like that, but...
Rayfa:
It was a setup! Someone must have been plotting against him.
Phoenix:
Um, and how do you know that?
Rayfa:
I just do. Because the Holy Mother guides me. And as the royal priestess, I must uncover the truth for all to see.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Maybe this is just how Rayfa expresses her sense of duty.)
Rayfa:
You're investigating this matter, are you not? Then rejoice, for I shall accompany you, and bestow upon you the royal priestess's wisdom.
Phoenix:
Ha, a-ha ha. That's the best news I've heard all day, Your Benevolence. (No one would dare get in our way with Rayfa by our side.) We humbly accept your offer, don't we, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
As you wish, Wright.
Rayfa:
Excellent. Then let us begin with my father's private quarters. We should be able to find some clues there. I shall expose this false charge for what it is, if it is the last thing I do!
Phoenix:
(Could it be? Is the reason she's so defensive about Inga because she's a daddy's girl?)
Rayfa:
Barbed Head! Let us not waste any time! My father's private quarters are located within the royal residence. Now, follow me!
Phoenix:
Wait! She's sure in a hurry.
Edgeworth:
Wright, the minister's private quarters may hold evidence related to his murder as well.
Phoenix:
Yeah, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone. (Rayfa's awfully fired up. I just hope she'll be ready for the truth we find. After all, it's hard to believe that Inga was not in full control of the whole affair.)
Examine
Anything
Edgeworth:
I never thought the day would come when we'd be investigating a case side by side.
Phoenix:
Oh? 'Cause I never thought the day would come when you'd get sentimental on me.
Edgeworth:
Nghrk! Come on, Wright! Time's a wasting!
Phoenix:
Wait, exactly which one of us was wasting time here?
May 18Ga'ran Palace - Royal Residence
Phoenix:
Now, if we could figure out which of these buildings houses Inga's private quarters... That's where we'll find Rayfa.
Investigate
Inga's Residence
Phoenix:
Now that's what I call and extravagant exterior. Is this where Inga's private quarters are?
Edgeworth:
Watch your step, Wright. That urn's been knocked over, spilling water everywhere.
Phoenix:
Yeah, the ground's soaked. I wonder who did this?
???:
.........*sob*
Phoenix:
Hm? ...I think someone's in there.
???:
*sob* Father... *sniffle*
Phoenix:
Is that... Princess Rayfa?
Rayfa:
There were still so many things I wished to tell you...
Phoenix:
(...She always puts on such a brave face.) (But hearing her crying all alone... I...) (I can't help but think of Trucy.)
Rayfa:
*sob* Father... ...............
Phoenix:
...Um, Princess Rayfa? Are you in there?
Rayfa:
Ah! J-Just a moment! I'll be right out! .........I see you are finally here. Well, let us commence our investigation, shall we?
Phoenix:
...Um, Your Benevolence? Maybe you should rest for a minute first.
Rayfa:
...! You were eavesdropping on me! Weren't you?!
Phoenix:
Um, no! I mean, yes... Sorry. I couldn't help overhearing...
Rayfa:
.........Grrrr.
Phoenix:
I-It wasn't like I was spying on you or anything!
Rayfa:
...You stupid... stupid... Barbed Head!
*ka-tonk!*
Phoenix:
Yeowch!
Edgeworth:
...You could've feigned ignorance. It's as if your brain-to-mouth filter shuts off the moment you step out of the courtroom.
Phoenix:
Ugh... I'm not THAT bad, Edgeworth.
Rayfa:
...Anyway, what took you so long? I thought you would never get here. You have a lot of nerve, keeping the crown princess waiting.
Phoenix:
Oh, um... sorry?
Rayfa:
This was my father's residence. I have already unlocked it, so you can go right in. Oh, and... Be careful. Some dingbat dog in the courtyard and spilled water over there.
Phoenix:
A dingbat dog?
Rayfa:
That's right. The yappy mutt spilled a whole urn's worth.
Phoenix:
I wonder how it got into this area. Do you know what it looked like?
Rayfa:
Hmph. I have better things to do than to memorize what some stray dog looks like. Anyway, it is not worth talking about. Let's search my father's room, shall we?
Phoenix:
(...I really hope she's all right.)
Inga's Residence (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
The Minister of Justice used to live here.
Phoenix:
Yeah, the decor looks like something he'd choose.
May 18
Ga'ran Palace - Inga's Private Quarters
Phoenix:
(What a mess. You can definitely tell a guy used to live in this room. I guess Inga and I had at least that much in common.)
Rayfa:
...Bah, this staff keeps getting in the way. Nayna! .................. ...Oh.
Phoenix:
(Huh? Where's Nayna? Normally... ...she comes running whenever Rayfa calls.)
Rayfa:
...That's right. Nayna is...
Phoenix:
(Nayna is... what?)
Rayfa:
Oh, well. You, Barbed Head! Come, hold this staff for me.
Phoenix:
Wh-Why me?
Rayfa:
Just take it! It's too heavy, and I am tired of holding it!
Phoenix:
(*sigh How does Nayna put up with this day in and day out?) Um... I'll just set it over here for now.
Examine
Footprints
Phoenix:
There are some muddy shoeprints here. (Come to think of it... There was some spilled water by the entrance. Somebody must've stepped in it before coming in here.)
Edgeworth:
They're already dry. That means they're at least several hours old.
Rayfa:
Then someone must have been in here today in the early afternoon... ...for our servants clean this room each day. Here in Khura'in we have a saying: "Leave not today's untidiness to the morrow."
Phoenix:
(Mine is: "Why clean up today what you can leave for tomorrow?")
Hair dye
Phoenix:
What's this? ..."Je suis L'Belle!"? Never thought I'd see THIS brand again...
Edgeworth:
It appears to be a sample of some sort of spray-on hair color.
Phoenix:
"Color: Jet Black"... I wonder if Inga was going grey. Here, Edgeworth. Maybe you can use it.
Edgeworth:
I like my natural hair color just fine, thank you very much!
Desk
Phoenix:
His desk is crammed full of documents!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... They appear to be paperwork for executions.
Phoenix:
B-But for this many cases?!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Something is rotten in the Kingdom of Khura'in. Hm? This one dates back to five years ago.
Phoenix:
Something tells me he simply kept putting them off because he hated doing paperwork.
Bed
Phoenix:
That's one luxurious and comfy-looking bed. I've slept on nothing but hard floors since coming to Khura'in. Can't wait to sleep in a nice, soft bed again.
Rayfa:
Then take it. It's yours, if you wish. ......We'll have to clean this room out, anyway, now that my father's gone.
Phoenix:
But don't you want to keep these things as a memento of your father? Besides... I don't need his spirit haunting me late at night.
Rayfa:
.........Do you suppose if I slept on it, I could see my father once more?
Phoenix:
P-Princess Rayfa... (I honestly don't know how to answer that...)
Bust
Phoenix:
Wow... That's one gaudy sculpture.
Rayfa:
My father sculpted it himself from a block of solid gold.
Phoenix:
(Why does it not surprise me that he was also a narcissist?) Ha ha ha. It's pretty detailed. He even included that personal stamp of his. Hey, the stamp's a little loose. Ah!
Edgeworth:
Look. There's a secret safe inside!
Rayfa:
Oh, my! To think such a thing was here all this time!
Phoenix:
Rats. Looks like we'll need the combination to get in.
Bust (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
To have a secret safe in his own bedroom... It seems the minister was a rather cagey man.
Phoenix:
Let's take a look inside. Who knows what we might find.
Safe (after examining bust)
Phoenix:
We can't open this without the combination, but I doubt Princess Rayfa would know it...
Edgeworth:
Well, if we can't open it, we can't open it. For now, let's continue our investigation, and come back to this dilemma later.
Syringe
Phoenix:
It's a syringe and a vial...
Rayfa:
Those were for my father's back pain. He said it really helped when the pain was particularly unbearable.
Phoenix:
It was that bad, huh.
Edgeworth:
He must've been injecting some sort of painkiller directly into his back, then.
Rayfa:
Yes, my father said his back pain could knock him off his feet.
Phoenix:
I know the feeling. I've experienced some pretty severe back pain of my own...
Rayfa:
Well, we can't have you throwing your back out in court, so why don't you take a vial?
Phoenix:
Oh, uh, no thanks. I hear your body builds up a tolerance to that sort of thing.
Painkiller Shots ninja'd into pocket.
Rayfa:
I thought you didn't want them.
Phoenix:
(I'm going straight to a chiropractor as soon as I get home.)
Notepad
Phoenix:
This notepad must've belonged to Inga. Let's see... That's strange.
Edgeworth:
These appear to be notes detailing people's most prominent characteristics.
Phoenix:
Hey, there's even some stuff about me in here. Why would he bother doing this?
Rayfa:
Hmm... I am afraid even I can't answer that.
Phoenix:
(Whatever the reason, it's giving me a case of the heebie-jeebies.)
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It's as though he was taking down descriptions of people over the phone... That's what it reminds me of, anyway.
Rayfa:
What a brilliant deduction! One fitting of a chief prosecutor such as yourself. I commend you.
Edgeworth:
...Heh, that's high praise coming from you, Your Benevolence.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth's right. They do look like dictation notes, but... I don't know... I mean, why bother describing Nayna, who he must've seen every day?)
Inga's Notepad added to the Court Record.
Notepad (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It's the notepad with those descriptions of various people in it. I wonder what Inga was using it for.
Talk
The kidnapping
Rayfa:
Barbed Head... I, the Royal Priestess of Khura'in, shall share my thoughts on the abduction.
Phoenix:
You will?
Rayfa:
......Listen carefully, for such opportunities do not come often.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, of course. We'd be grateful to hear anything you'd like to share.
Rayfa:
...My father was very likely seeking to obtain the Founder's Orb.
Rayfa:
But it was not for the purposes of a coup d'état. It was all... for my sake!
Phoenix:
For your sake? 
Rayfa:
The Founder's Orb is capable of bestowing great spiritual power. My father truly believed that. And he wanted that power to be mine. I haven't finished my training, and I still can't channel spiritsQ! He was doing it for me! 
Phoenix:
......Right, I see.
Rayfa:
Well? Do you understand why he did it now?
Phoenix:
............I do, but... ...it doesn't change the fact that Minister Inga was a kidnapper.
Rayfa:
Ah! 
Phoenix:
But I guess you don't believe he is, do you?
Rayfa:
Ooooooh! New information is sure to surface upon further investigation. S-Suffice to say , he did this all for me. End of story!
Phoenix:
(Was he really trying to obtain the orb for Rayfa? Somehow, I doubt it. Speaking of powers... ...I wonder if Rayfa will be performing the Divination Séance tomorrow. I should probably ask her about that.
Nayna
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, I noticed Nayna isn't with you today.
Rayfa:
.........I know not where she has gone. I have not spoken with her since this morning. I assume she must be quite busy today. I did catch a glimpse of her a little after two o'clock. I tried calling out to her... ...but she went off somewhere again.
Phoenix:
A little after two? That's about an hour before the murder.
Rayfa:
...Indeed. Of all the times for this to happen... She normally comes to me the moment I call her name.
Phoenix:
(I know it's hard to believe, but even nannies have lives, you know...)
Edgeworth:
Your inability to find her after the murder is slightly alarming. I wonder if her absence is related to today's incidents somehow.
Rayfa:
Do you think she was unwittingly caught up in them?
Phoenix:
Who knows... At the very least I don't think she was at the scene of the crime.
Rayfa:
Nayna... I hope she is all right.
Phoenix:
(Rayfa seems really worried for Nayna.)
Tomorrow's Séance (appears after "The kidnapping")
Phoenix:
I take it you'll be conducting tomorrow's Divination Séance?
Rayfa:
Who else, if not I?
Phoenix:
Good point. (The thing is... ...Divination Séances are all about what victims experienced in their final moments. So, tomorrow... ...Rayfa will experience her own father's death, exactly as it happened. That's more than anyone should ever have to deal with.) ...Do you really have to go through with the Séance tomorrow? There's really no one else? What about just calling the whole thing off?
Rayfa:
............It's not as if... ...It's not as if I'm doing this because I want to.
Phoenix:
No?
Rayfa:
Ah! N-Never mind. I misspoke! The Divination Séance is a very important duty of the Royal Priestess. And it is one I intend to fulfill.
Phoenix:
(There's that word: duty)
Maya:
...Your Benevolence. As crown princess, you are destined to rule this kingdom one day. That means there will be many things that you alone must determine. Things like how to keep your people happy, and what is true and what is false... And most importantly, what role you must play therein.
Rayfa:
.................. I wonder if I am even up to the task.
Phoenix:
(Performing the Divination Séance IS very important for a priestess... ...but duty or not, it's a heavy burden for someone so young. Even worse, she'll be forced to watch her father's murder. Will it be a weight too heavy for her to bear?)
Nayna and Rayfa (appears after "Nayna")
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, has Nayna served you long?
Rayfa:
Yes, she has been at my beck and call for as long as I can remember. I have heard she even cared for me as an infant, right down to changing my diapers.
Phoenix:
Your diapers? It almost sounds like she could be your mother.
Rayfa:
Indeed. But that is a simple fact of life when your mother is busy being queen. Nayna takes care of my every need. She is my teacher in all things, as well.
Phoenix:
(Rayfa's pool of knowledge seems rather lopsided in some respects. Could that be the result of Nayna's teachings?)
Rayfa:
Nayna... Could it be that my trusted attendant has come to dislike me? Now that I think about it, perhaps I've been acting rather spoiled as of late.
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm sure she'll be back.
Rayfa:
...Yes, I suppose Nayna would never truly abandon me. Upon her return, I will do something nice for her. Perhaps she'd like a shoulder massage.
Phoenix:
(And yet, I can't shake the feeling that Nayna's connected to this case in some way.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Rayfa:
Remove that vile badge from my sight! If you insist on tormenting me, I will take matters into my own hands!
Phoenix:
Hey, don't bite it!
Rayfa:
............ Hmm, it's much harder than I thought.
Phoenix:
...What did you think it's made of?
Tomb Crime Photo
Rayfa:
...! ............
Phoenix:
Um, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
.........Father.
Phoenix:
Whoops, s-sorry! Didn't mean to hurt you like that.
Rayfa:
Hmph! Do not underestimate me! I am the royal priestess, and as such I will experience my father's death tomorrow. So hand it over! A photo of a corpse... will not... phase...
Phoenix:
You Benevolence!
Edgeworth:
Wright, you fool! Put that picture away!
Rayfa:
...Nngh. There is no need to worry. I simply lost my footing, that's all.
Phoenix:
(Now I'm REALLY worried about tomorrow.)
Painkiller Shots
Rayfa:
My father's back used to cause him considerable pain. I would give him massages from time to time. He seemed to truly enjoy them.
Phoenix:
Hmm, I didn't peg you as the dutiful daughter type.
Rayfa:
But never again... will I...
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence... Um... I could stand in for your father if you'd like--
Rayfa:
............Rrgh!
*WHAM*
Phoenix:
Youch! M-My back! I think you broke something!
Rayfa:
Hmph. That's what I call the royal treatment.
Inga's Notepad
Rayfa:
These are notes my father took on the characteristics of those around him. I wonder what he wrote about me.
Phoenix:
Let's see... Pink raiment... Tattoos on face... Ch-Childishly cute?!
Rayfa:
Huh?!
Phoenix:
That last one's rather subjective, isn't it...
Anything else
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, I wanted to ask you about this.
Rayfa:
Nayna! Nayna! Where are you?!
Phoenix:
Um, I thought you said she wasn't around...
Rayfa:
...Oh, yes, of course......... Well, you're sadly mistaken if you think questioning Nayna will clear things up.
Phoenix:
(But I'm trying to question you, not Nayna.)
Move
Rayfa:
Barbed Head. First you make me wait, and now you're simply going to leave?!
Phoenix:
(Guess I should stay put for a while.)
After clearing all Talk options and examining footprints, desk, bust, syringe, and notepad:
Phoenix:
I'm really beginning to wonder what's inside that safe. Any idea what the combination might be, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
None whatsoever.
Phoenix:
(It looks like a four-digit combo lock, so maybe it's a date. But it's probably not anything that would be easy to guess.) Well, let's try some dates and see what happens. I wonder what date Inga would use as a combination?
Date the DC Act was enacted
Phoenix:
How about the date the Defense Culpability Act was enacted? Do you know when that was, Your Benevolence? 
Rayfa:
Nayna! Nayna!
Edgeworth:
Your Benevolence... *whisper, whisper*...
Rayfa:
Yes, of course... I believe the date would be: June 14!
Phoenix:
(Really, Edgeworth? Is whispering in the ears of elites the secret to your success?) All right, let's give 0-6-1-4 a try. Nope, that's not it. Time to try something else.
Leads back to:
"I wonder what date Inga would use as a combination?"
Parents' anniversary
Phoenix:
How about your parents' anniversary?
Rayfa:
Hmm... I have not the faintest idea of when it is.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess you wouldn't, huh.
Edgeworth:
...It's December 11.
Phoenix:
H-How in the world do you know THAT fact, Edgeworth?!
Edgeworth:
Hmph, I don't. I simply deduced it using elementary school-level logic. Though I doubt you'd grasp how I arrived at my conclusion, so I'll save my breath.
Phoenix:
(There's no way you didn't use some kind of superpower to come up with that...) Anyway, here goes... 1-2-1-1. ...No good. It won't open. Let's try another number, shall we?
Leads back to:
"I wonder what date Inga would use as a combination?"
Rayfa's birthday
Leads to:
"When's your birthday, Your Benevolence?"
Phoenix:
When's your birthday, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
Hmph, you are wasting your time. It could not possibly be my birthday.
Phoenix:
Aw, come on. It's worth a shot.
Rayfa:
...Fine. It's December 24.
Phoenix:
Christmas Eve? Well, let's give it a try. 1-2-2-4... Ahhh! ...I-It... It opened!
Rayfa:
It did?!
Phoenix:
Yep. And it looks like the bottom safe was a fake.
Edgeworth:
Something meant to mislead would-be thieves, no doubt. Still, it was rendered quite ineffective by his use of such an easily-guessed combination.
Rayfa:
Wh-Why, Father...? Why my birthdate...?
Examine
Open safe
Phoenix:
Okay, let's see what's in here. Hm? This looks like a letter or something. Let's see... "Dear Father... I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. You're always so kind, and I love you very much. I hope you live to be a hundred years old! Love, Rayfa." ...............
Rayfa:
I-I wrote this to my father when I was eight years old. F-Father... Why would you hold on to... something so childish and stupid...?
Phoenix:
.........There are some other papers in here. Hmm... Ah! This... This is the plan for the coup d'état!
Rayfa:
Wh-What?! Give me that! .........I... I don't understand.
Edgeworth:
It seems Justice Minister Inga was plotting the assassination of the queen.
Rayfa:
This... This can't be true. Father would never harm Mother.
Phoenix:
(Poor Rayfa. This has to come as a terrible shock.) ...What's this? There's a photo in here, too. Hmm... It's of a woman and a baby. I wonder who they are. ...On the far left, there's a law book with the mark of the Defiant Dragons branded on it.
Rayfa:
.........Wait! Th-Th-That's...!
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
...How... How can this be?
*thud*
Phoenix:
P-Princess Rayfa!
Rayfa:
...............
Phoenix:
(She's looking incredibly pale.) Your Benevolence. Are you all right?
Rayfa:
.........All right? How can I be all right?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Rayfa:
.........All that I have believed... It was all lies.
Phoenix:
I'm afraid I don't follow. (What the heck's she talking about?) Um... Can I ask who the woman is in this picture?
Rayfa:
...H-How should I know?! .........It seems I didn't know ANYTHING that was going on!
Phoenix:
(...Doesn't look like I'm going to get much more out of her while she's like this.)
Woman's Photo added to the Court Record.
Rayfa:
.........Mother.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Rayfa:
I must ask my mother... about the secret she is hiding.
Phoenix:
Um, what secret...?
Rayfa:
...I must go. Goodbye.
Phoenix:
Wait! ...What was that all about? It's like her mind was off somewhere else.
Edgeworth:
It appears this photo really upset her.
Phoenix:
(I wonder who the lady in this picture is.)
???:
Stop! Shah'do! Come back here!
???:
Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff!
Phoenix:
Wait, that sounds like... Ahlbi and Shah'do.
Edgeworth:
That's odd. Commoners aren't normally allowed in this area. I wonder what's afoot.
Anything (after examining open safe)
Phoenix:
I better not touch anything without Rayfa's permission. Who knows what she might say... or do if she finds out.
May 18Ga'ran Palace - Royal Residence
Shah'do:
Ruff ruff ruff!
Edgeworth:
Nghoooooooooh!
Phoenix:
Ahhh! Edgewooooorth!
Edgeworth:
.........I hope one of you has a good explanation for this.
Ahlbi:
Ahhhhhh! I'm SO sorry!
Phoenix:
Hi, Ahlbi...
Ahlbi:
No, Shah'do! Bad dog! Leave the man's frilly thingamajig alone!
Shah'do:
Grrrrrrrrr...
Edgeworth:
If you would kindly detach your dog from my cravat.
Ahlbi:
R-Right away, sir! Just hold still, and...
Edgeworth:
And...?
Shah'do:
Grrrrrr...
Ahlbi:
Hrrrrrgh! Hrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
Edgeworth:
Nghoooh! Stop pulling like that! You'll only stretch the fabric!
Ahlbi:
Come on, Shah'do...! Let go of his... carava-chamacallit!
Shah'do:
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Ahlbi:
Hmm... This isn't working. I'll just have to pull harder, then... One, two...
Edgeworth:
Wait! What are you--?!
Ahlbi:
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! RRRRRRRNNNNNNNNGH! .........Come OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Edgeworth:
NNNNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! I NEED AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR! *huff... huff... huff...* Were you trying to kill me?!
Ahlbi:
I'm really sorry, mister. My dog has a habit of attacking frilly things like that.
Phoenix:
(Maybe for his sake, he should stick to more traditional targets, like cars, or his tail...)
Ahlbi:
What's worse, he snuck in here again today and stole some weird-looking hat. I don't know what to do anymore. Bad dog! You're a very bad dog!
Shah'da:
*whine*
Phoenix:
(Wait a second... I've seen that hat before.)
Examine
Urns (after clearing all Talk options)
Leads to:
"Ahlbi, you wouldn't happen to know how this urn got knocked over, would you?"
Talk
The frilly hat
Phoenix:
Ahlbi, could I see that hat again?
Ahlbi:
Sure!
Phoenix:
(Wait... Isn't this... Isn't this Nayna's hat? But I thought she'd disappeared.)
Ahlbi:
Shah'do swiped it from someone.
Phoenix:
Um, Ahlbi? How exactly did Shah'do get this?
Ahlbi:
Allow me to explain! It all started while we were on a walk through the bazaar today. When, suddenly, Datz popped out of a manhole!
Datz:
Hah!
Ahlbi:
Whoa!
Datz:
The fangs of the Defiant Dragons... ...Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... ...Datz Are'bal is here! .........Say, you wanna join our cause, kid? 
Datz[sic]: 
Huh?
Ahlbi:
Naturally, I was super startled by that weirdo's sudden appearance.
Warbaa'd:
RAWWWWWWRRRRRR!
Shah'do:
Ruff ruff!
Datz:
Back! Dog of the Ga'ran regime! 
Datz[sic]: 
Huh, But this is my dog, Shah'do...
Datz:
Defiant Dragon secret weapon: Dragon Snot Snaps! ACHOOOO!
*BANG*
Ahlbi:
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA! Oof!
Datz:
Har har har har har! Aw man, the look on your face! That was classic!
Ahlbi:
The sudden bang of the firecracker spooked Shah'do, and he ran off into the crowds.
Shah'do:
Ruff ruff ruff ruff!
Ahlbi:
Ahhhhhh! Shah'do, come back here!
Datz:
Har har har har har! That'll teach ya, Ga'ran's lapdog!
Policeman:
You there! What do you think you're doing?!
Datz:
...Ack! Not good!
Ahlbi:
That's when a policeman came running over and hauled Datz away. That happened right around 2 PM, if I remember correctly.
Phoenix:
(...I'm not even going to pretend I know what Datz was trying to do.)
Ahlbi:
I chased right after Shah'do, and... ...when I finally caught up to him here in the palace courtyard, he had this in his mouth.
Edgeworth:
2 PM, hmm? That's about an hour before the minister's death. 
Phoenix:
Nayna supposedly went missing after the murder... ...but this would place her here at the palace at around 2.
Ahlbi's Statement added to the Court Record.
Ahlbi:
Actually! I just remembered I saw something pretty amazing around that time, too! 
Phoenix:
Something amazing?
Something amazing (appears after "The frilly hat")
Phoenix:
So, Ahlbi, what was it you saw that was so amazing?
Ahlbi:
I saw Her Eminence Queen Ga'ran channeling a spirit!
Phoenix:
Is it really that big of a deal to see her channeling someone?
Ahlbi:
You bet it is! Commoners are never allowed to behold the sacred rite.
Phoenix:
Oh? Can you tell me more?
Ahlbi:
Of course! I'm always happy to explain! Um... I believe it was around 2:10 PM today. I got lost on the palace grounds while looking for Shah'do.
Ahlbi:
Ooh... What is this place? It gives me the creeps. Where could Shah'do have gone?
Ahlbi:
In my search, I took a peek into a small room and... ...that's when I saw Queen Ga'ran! She was channeling a spirit for a neighboring kingdom's king! I saw her transform right before my eyes! I was so excited, I had to take a picture of it!
Phoenix:
You... You took a picture?
Ahlbi:
I know I shouldn't have... ...but I just couldn't help myself!
Phoenix:
(Between this and the treasure room, Ahlbi's not exactly the picture of self-restraint...)
Ahlbi: Her channeling rite ended right after that, so I ran off before anyone could spot me.
Phoenix:
You could've been arrested again, you know.
Ahlbi:
...Yeah, I know... ........................ Anyway, here's a copy of the picture. Just don't tell anyone I was the one who took it.
Phoenix:
(...I worry about his future sometimes.)
Channeling Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Come to think of it... ...how did you and Shah'do get into the royal residence anyway? it's not open to commoners, after all.
Ahlbi:
Allow me to explain!
Ahlbi in the courtyard (appears after "Something amazing")
Ahlbi:
There's a way to get into the palace from the bazaar. It's a bit of a tight squeeze, though. Shah'do can easily fit, but anyone bigger than me is out of luck.
Phoenix:
You don't say...
Ahlbi:
Yeah, part of the palace wall is damaged, and there's a hole I can just make it through.
Phoenix:
Go on.
Ahlbi:
Heh heh heh. Betcha didn't know they have some really tasty food here!
Phoenix:
Oh? Then this isn't your first time in here, huh. ...Trespassing is illegal, you know.
Ahlbi:
N-No, it's not like that! I didn't mean any harm. It's just... I want to help change this kingdom.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Ahlbi:
Well, after Ms. Fey's trial, I started thinking. Like maybe... Maybe there was something I could do to help the revolution, too.
Phoenix:
(...Maya's trial, huh. That tragedy only happened because of how twisted Khura'in's legal system has become.)
Nahyuta:
How utterly foolish to cast away one's life for such a reason! There must have been other ways to cover up the crime!
Tahrust:
Yet, had I done so, my wife would rush to my defense. And when the case went to trial... ...she would suffer the same fate as I under the Defense Culpability Act. I could not have lived with myself had she been convicted because of that fiendish man!
Rayfa:
Th-This... cannot be... All I have done under the laws of our kingdom... It has all been...
Phoenix:
(The DC Act led to the false charges against Maya and the high priest's suicide. But that trial also caused the public to start questioning the current state of things. And it seems even Ahlbi has some pretty strong feelings on the matter.)
Ahlbi:
I knew there had to be something I could do to help! That's when I remembered the hole in the palace wall, and started thinking... ...maybe I could sneak in and take a picture of one of the royals up to no good. I just want to do my part!
Edgeworth:
The spirit of revolution seems to be catching on, even with one so young. Wright, the momentum is steadily building, and the tipping point is fast approaching. It's just a matter of when.
Phoenix:
I agree. And the public's perception of the Defiant Dragons seems to be changing, too. But Ahlbi... You can't go trespassing like that. Even if it's for a good cause, it's not right.
Ahlbi:
Okay. I won't do it again.
Phoenix:
Ahlbi, is that really all you have to confess? You haven't been up to any other mischief? And when I say "you," I mean Shah'do.
Ahlbi:
Huh?! Oh, um... I-I... I don't know what you're talking about. Aheh... heh heh heh...
Phoenix:
(Nice try, Ahlbi, but the proof is literally right in front of us.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ahlbi:
Oh, that's an attorney's badge from your homeland, right?! I've studied all about it. Allow me to explain! There's a reason why the badge is shaped like a sunflower. You know how sunflowers always turn to face the sun -- the source of their well-being? Well, lawyers are like that -- they will chase after anything that will make them money!
Phoenix:
Whaaat?!
Ahlbi:
...I guess people hate lawyers in your country, too, huh.
Phoenix:
Umm... Where did you get your information from again?
Ahlbi:
A proud sermon Chief Prosecutor Payne gave in the middle of the bazaar the other day.
Phoenix:
Nngh... Lawyers already have a bad enough time here without his lies.
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you know about this, Ahlbi? 
Ahlbi:
.........S-Sorry. I don't know anything about that. I'm the worst tour guide ever.
Phoenix:
N-No, no, it's my fault for randomly whipping it out and asking you about it.
Ahlbi:
Don't worry. I'll study hard, so I'll be ready to answer all your questions next time!
Phoenix:
(Argh, now I feel like a jerk.)
Phoenix:
Ahlbi, you wouldn't happen to know how this urn got knocked over, would you?
Ahlbi:
Ah!
Phoenix:
Because Her Benevolence told me something rather interesting.
Rayfa:
Be careful. Some dingbat dog got in the courtyard and spilled water over there.
Phoenix:
A dingbat dog?
Rayfa:
That's right. The yappy mutt spilled a whole urn's worth.
Phoenix:
The "dingbat dog" she mentioned wouldn't happen to be Shah'do, would it?
Ahlbi:
...Ooh...! ......... I guess the dog's out of the bag. Sorry I lied. But I was worried I'd get in trouble. I know I shouldn't lie to a lawyer like that. 
Phoenix:
No, it's not good to lie to anyone like that. So let's try to only tell the truth. Okay, Ahlbi?
Ahlbi:
Oh, Mr. Wright! I almost forgot. I saw a couple of Americans a moment ago. They had really weird haircuts, so I thought they might be friends of yours.
Phoenix:
...R-Really, now... Um...
Edgeworth:
It seems your little friend thinks all us Americans have strange hairstyles. I suppose we have you to thank for that, Wright?
Phoenix:
......... So, what exactly did their hair look like?
Ahlbi:
There was a guy with two crops of hair sticking out of his forehead like antennae. Then there was this lady with a long bunch of hair that looked like a big, orange spider leg.
Phoenix:
Oh, that sounds like Apollo and Athena. What were they doing?
Ahlbi:
They were racing through the bazaar... ... with the Ga'ran Royal Guard in hot pursuit!
Phoenix:
Wait, whaaaaaat?!
Edgeworth:
Why were they being pursued...?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure, but I have my suspicions. I just hope they're all right.
Ahlbi:
S-Sorry for not mentioning it before. It just kind of slipped my mind, heh heh...
To Be Continued
May 18Khura'in - Bazaar
Apollo:
*huff, puff, huff, puff* Those... Those guys... sure are... persistent!
Athena:
*huff, puff, huff, puff* Yeah. They even wore ME out, and that doesn't happen often.
Apollo:
Why are they after us, anyway?!
Athena:
Ah, Apollo! It's the royal guards again!
Apollo:
Argh! Q-Quick, hide!
Royal Guard:
Hey! Where'd Horn Head and Spidey Hair gooooooo?!!
Athena:
...Spidey Hair? They're not talking about me, are they?
Apollo:
I-Is that a trick question...?
Royal Guard:
We know you're hiding somewhere around heeeeeeeeeee!!!
RAWWWRRR!
Athena:
A-Apollo, that weird-looking bird over there... Did it just...?!
Apollo:
...Yeah, it did. It's called a warbaa'd and... You know what? I'll tell you all about it later when we're not being chased by masked men!
Royal Guard:
Come out, come out, wherever you aaaaare!!! ...Hand over the Founder's Orb, if you know what's good for yooooouuuuuu!!!
Apollo:
(It figures they're after the orb.)
Athena:
I don't want to know what they'll do to us if we were captured. If they grill us in those obnoxious, loud voices... ...I'd cave after the first hour and confess to whatever they wanted, truth or no!
Royal Guard:
Come out now, you foreign deeeeevils!!! This has gone faaaaaar enough!!! You must not keep Her Eminence waiting any looooooonger!!!
RAWWWRRR!
Apollo:
W-We've gotta get out of here! There must be a safe place to hide somewhere!
Examine
Manhole cover
Leads to:
"Look, a manhole."
Anywhere else
Apollo:
Maybe we could hide here.
Athena:
No way! They'd find us in no time!
Royal Guard:
Stay where you aaaare!!!
Athena:
Th-They're closing in on us!
Apollo:
We've gotta find a place to hide!
Talk
Any ideas?
Athena:
Apollo! We shouldn't be standing around talking like this! Who knows what they'll do to us if they catch us!
Apollo:
You're right. Let's find somewhere safe to hide!
Present
Anything
Athena:
Apollo! Do you really HAVE to show that to me right this second?!
Apollo:
S-Sorry. It's just... something I do now when I'm stuck... Anyway, your shouting isn't helping, either.
Royal Guard:
That voice! It's Spidey Hair!!!
Athena:
Eeeeek! ...Hiii-yaaaaaa!!!
Royal Guard:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Apollo:
(Sh-She sent him flying!)
Athena:
L-Let's find somewhere else to hide before the other guards get here!
Apollo:
Look, a manhole. ...Ahhh! That's right!
Dhurke:
Say, son, do you remember my office?
Apollo:
...Sure. (I remember that messy, dimly lit room.)
Dhurke:
The file I've amassed on Amara's assassination is kept there. I think it might help you on this case. Do you remember how to get there?
Apollo:
Athena! I know where we can hide! Follow me!
Athena:
Oh?! Where are we going?!
Apollo:
Hrrrrrrrnngh!
Athena:
W-Wait. You're not seriously thinking about going down there? It smells like rotten eggs. And are those rats I hear?!
Apollo:
We've got no choice! I can get us somewhere safe, but this is the only way in. Quick, before it's too late!
Athena:
Ugh. It's going to take forever to get this stench out of my hair.
May 18Former Sahdmadhi Law Offices
Apollo:
.........Looks like we lost them. That was close. .................. (Dhurke's office... How long has it been since I last set foot in here?) At least we're safe now, but...
Athena:
(Why is Athena all huddled over in the corner like that?)
Datz:
Ah!
Apollo:
Datz?
Datz:
AJ! What the heck are ya doing here?
Apollo:
Ga'ran's royal guards are after us.
Datz:
Har har har! Once a rebel, always a rebel. Don't worry. The regime doesn't know about this place, so ya can relax now.
Apollo:
Good. But since when am I part of the rebellion? I don't recall signing up.
???:
Apollo!
Apollo:
Mr. Wright? What are you doing here?
Phoenix:
We say you two go into that manhole.
Edgeworth:
You narrowly escaped the guards' notice.
Phoenix:
It was like watching a pair of ostriches burying their heads in the sand.
Apollo:
(I guess that was a closer shave than I had thought...)
Phoenix:
Anyway, you're safe and sound now, and that's what really counts. Oh, I also have some evidence for you.
Apollo:
Thanks, Mr. Wright.
Case evidence received from the boss.
Edgeworth:
So, what is this dubious hovel we've found ourselves in, anyway?
Apollo:
It's the Defiant Dragons' safe house... also known as the former Sahdmadhi Law Offices.
Edgeworth:
I see... Well. Though it might just be happenstance... ...here I am -- a chief prosecutor -- hiding out in a rebel base.
Apollo:
Um, please don't report this place to the local police, Prosecutor Edgeworth... (Might as well take a look around while we're waiting for the heat to die down out there.) Come on, Athena. Stop moping over there and help me check this place out.
Athena:
*shudder* Please tell me there's a shower here.
Apollo:
There's a sink in the kitchen. And if you're lucky, maybe even some soap.
Athena:
.........I'm sorry I even asked.
Examine
Picture of Ga'ran
Apollo:
There's a scary-looking knife sticking out of the queen's picture. If anyone saw this, they'd think the Defiant Dragons were a violent group.
Datz:
Oh, that? That was actually me trying to kill a fly. I threw that knife at it and whiffed, and the thing ended up stuck right between her eyes.
Apollo:
You mean this wasn't on purpose?!
White flowers
Apollo:
Datz, what's with the altar?
Datz:
It's where we pay our respects to the victims of the Defense Culpability Act. The DC Act is a heinous law that puts innocent people to death!
Apollo:
(A law that's supposed to protect the people sends them to their graves instead... Talk about insane.)
Ladder
Athena:
Wait... Don't tell me we have to go back through the manhole to get out of here...
Apollo:
The only reason this safe house is still safe is because the front door's been boarded up.
Athena:
Fine, then I'll just have to live here till the revolution begins!
Apollo:
...What if I told you rats come out at night?
Athena;
Then we'll just have to start the revolution before sundown!
Apollo:
(I bet the revolution never thought it'd get a new ally this way.)
Photos
Athena:
Hm? Who's the kid... Wait a second! That's YOU, Apollo! I'd recognize those horns anywhere!
Apollo:
Is that really the only way ANYBODY recognizes me?!
Athena:
Hee hee hee. You were so cute! ...And who's THAT fine-looking young man?
Apollo:
That's Nahyuta, back when he used to smile.
Athena:
...Wow. His smile is absolutely angelic.
Datz:
Sure brings back memories! That was taken the day we all went out fishing.
Athena:
What was Prosecutor Sahdmadhi like when he was younger?
Datz:
He was kinda quiet, but passionate when it came to his convictions. When he finally made prosecutor, he was all fired up to change Khura'in for the better. But now he's nothing more than Ga'ran's lackey!
Apollo:
(Seems like Datz has a lot to say about Nahyuta. I'll ask him about his thoughts later.
Photos (subsequent times)
Apollo:
These pictures sure bring back memories. Nahyuta is cheerfully smiling in this one. That quiet smile he gives in court now seems almost fake by comparison.
Lizards
Athena:
Eeewww... Is that a newt? 
Apollo:
Come on, Athena. Can't you tell a gecko when you see one?
Athena:
What's the difference?
Apollo:
Geckos like to live in houses, while newts prefer to be outside near water. They're totally different creatures.
Athena:
Well, how do you know this one wasn't caught outside near some water? It could very well be a gecko.
Apollo:
No, I'm pretty sure it's a newt.
Athena:
Oh, so then you agree it's a newt, Apollo?
Apollo:
Ack! (I fell right into her trap!)
Phoenix:
You're both wrong. It's just a plain old lizard.
TV
Apollo:
I'm surprised to see so many appliances here. There's even a TV. 
Datz:
Speaking of which, we gave the people of Khura'in quite a shock... ...when "The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm" was last on TV.
Apollo:
You mean that show where actors play the parts of Dhurke and Rayfa? You hijacked that in the middle of its broadcast, right?
Datz:
Yep. All their writers do each week is try to ruin the Defiant Dragons' good name. So we decided to hit 'em where it hurts! Har har har har har har!
Apollo:
That must've been real shocking, especially for the kids who'd waited all week to see it. I mean, the show's main villain was actually hijacking the very show he's in!
Coat
Athena:
Dhurke's jacket... You should try it on, Apollo. It might actually suit you.
Apollo:
R-Really?
Datz:
There's also a spare eye patch here. Why not try that on, too?
Athena:
...Pffft. ...*snicker* Hee hee hee! S-Sorry, sorry. Just picturing you in all that... Ha ha ha ha! It's just too funny!
Apollo:
(Oww... My pride...)
Sign
Apollo:
Sahdmadhi Law Offices... That's the sign Dhurke used to display out front. Hey, Datz. I heard the office used [sic]do quite a bit of business. 
Datz:
That it did. Dhurke was a famous lawyer with countless courtroom victories, after all. He was the Dauntless Dragon who turned trials upside down... ...snatching victory from the jaws of defeat! His fame as a lawyer spread far and wide across Khura'in back in the day. 
Apollo:
...I hope the day comes when he can proudly display this sign again.
Spider
Apollo:
What's with all the spider webs, Datz? Don't you ever clean the place?
Datz:
Not the webs! We have what ya call a symbiotic relationship. They catch the bugs that get in here, and I don't clean 'em up!
Apollo:
You know... that actually makes a lot of sense.
Book
Apollo:
This is Dhurke's old law book.
Athena:
Look, there's a mark on the cover. It looks like it was branded with a hot iron.
Apollo:
Yeah, I think it was done in protest against the Defense Culpability Act. There's an entry on the DC Act right here. See?
Athena:
Oh, so this is the infamous anti-lawyer law you guys are always talking about...
Dhurke's Law Book added to the Court Record.
File
Athena:
I wonder what's in this file. Oh, it's full of newspaper clippings. 
Apollo:
It seems to be a collection of documents and information on Amara's assassination. (So this is what Dhurke was talking about.)
Athena:
We already know most of the stuff here on top. Let's see what else there is. Wow, where did he get all this? Umm... Anything important here...? Hmm, what about this... "Apollo's roving musician father got caught up in this incident and lost his life." ...Whaaat?! Th-This is about your father, Apollo!
Apollo:
Looks like it. But I was never told much more than what's written here.
Athena:
Really? How come? 
Apollo:
Dhurke always skated around the subject. Maybe he thought I was still too young. Plus, I always thought of Dhurke as my dad, so I never really brought it up.
Athena:
...Oh, I see. Still... I feel kind of sorry for your real dad.
Apollo:
(My real dad... I was never really interested in learning about him. But after seeing his picture, I can't help but feel a little curious. I wonder if Datz could tell me anything about him.)
Amara's Assassination File added to the Court Record.
Athena:
...Apollo, this file looks like it might be useful. But there are so many pages, I can't tell what's important. 
Apollo:
We ne4ed someone to help organize all of this. (And I think I know just the person to ask.)
File (subsequent times)
Apollo:
This file has a ton of information on Amara's assassination. We should go over the important parts later.
Talk
Sahdmadhi Law Offices
Apollo:
So, Datz, you guys are still using this office, I see. 
Datz:
Yep. 'Cept now it's the official HQ of the Defiant Dragons. But as Dhurke said, and I quote... "We must keep it for the day when Khura'in needs lawyers once more."
Phoenix:
Restoring the legal system to its rightful form through popular uprising... You can tell how much Khurke believes in his cause.
Datz:
Oh, and AJ. Dhurke said something else that might interest ya. He said he hopes you'll come back and take over this office someday. 
Apollo:
T-Take over?! Me?
Datz:
Those were his words. He may've been half joking though.
Datz:
Dhurke! Guess what I heard from PW! AJ's become a lawyer!
Dhurke:
...Yeah, I've been meaning to tell you. 
Datz:
Must've been because of you, Dhurke!
Dhurke:
I'm not so sure about that. I imagine he's already forgotten about me.
Datz:
Whaddaya talking about? I bet he can't wait to follow in your footsteps.
Dhurke:
Hah, ha ha ha. Nothing would make me happier. Maybe one day he'll return to Khura'in and take over this office. ...Heh. It's just a pipe dream, though.
Apollo:
.........Dhurke really said that?
Datz:
Dhurke was never a hands-on kinda dad... ...but not a day went by that he wasn't thinking of ya. That much I'm sure of.
Athena:
Doesn't get more paternal than that.
Apollo:
(Dhurke... And to think, I really did spend my days trying to forget you. I'm looking forward to a nice, long talk once you're free.)
Nahyuta (appears after examining photos)
Apollo:
Datz, wasn't Nahyuta once part of the Defiant Dragons?
Datz:
Yep. Yuty was a rising star in the resistance! He vowed to fight for the cause through the legal system. Said he's become a prosecutor, and give Inga and Ga'ran the smackdown they deserved!
Apollo:
But now he's...
Datz:
Yeah... a puppet of the Ga'ran regime. Not only that, but now he's gonna prosecute his own dad. It doesn't add up!
Athena:
I wonder what happened to him.
Datz:
Me, too. But if I had to guess... ...I'd say Ga'ran has some serious leverage over him.
Apollo:
Leverage? Like what?
Datz:
Wish I knew. But it seems like Dhurke knows. I tried to press him about it, but he wouldn't say.
Apollo:
(Come to think of it, Dhurke did say...)
Apollo:
Nahyuta... is suffering...?
Dhurke:
Yes. He knows the rightful state of Khura'in's legal system... ...but something forced him to bend to Ga'ran's will, and it's tearing him apart.
Apollo:
(If that's the case... ...I bet Nahyuta doesn't really want to go through with Dhurke's prosecution.)
My father (appears after presenting Photo of My Father)
Apollo:
Do you know what my biological father was like?
Datz:
Dhurke once told me about him. He was a modern minstrel, walking the world and making music in his travels.
Athena:
This file also has some information on your real dad. It says he died in the blaze at Queen Amara's residence twenty-three years ago.
Datz:
That's right. Dhurke had invited him over. Dhurke's the kinda guy who can become fast friends with just about anyone. And it seems your pops was like that, too, AJ. They hit it off at a bar... ...and the next thing ya know, Dhurke's asked him over to play some tunes.
Apollo:
And then the place went up in flames...
Datz:
Yeah. Dhurke had just stepped out for a sec when the fire broke out. .........Apollo. You were there, too, but you were still just a baby.
Apollo:
...I remember hearing about that when I was little.
Datz:
Yeah, it was a crying shame. Your pops just happened to take you along that day. So you were there with him when the fire broke out. But Dhurke risked his life to save you!
Apollo:
(It's like Dhurke's done nothing but save me all my life...)
Datz:
All your pops's stuff got burned up. Including anything that could've helped us identify him. All we knew about him at first was his stage name, "Jangly Justice" or something like that. Dhurke did everything he could just to dig up what little we know now.
Apollo:
...Um, what about my mother? Do you know anything about her?
Datz:
All we know is she was traveling with your pops. But that day, she was off doing something on her own.
Apollo:
So then, she probably didn't even know my father had been with Dhurke, huh.
Athena:
But she must've been desperate to find you and your father once you'd gone missing.
Datz:
No doubt. But the queen's assassination threw the kingdom into chaos. The police were so overwhelmed, they were probably hardly of any help to her. We searched and searched till our legs gave out, too, but we never found her. And with your father's stuff all burned up, we had zero leads -- not even a photo.
Apollo:
So that's how I became an orphan...
Datz:
Yeah... Who knows? Maybe your mom read about the details of the fire in the newspaper. And maybe she figured you'd died along with your pops.
Athena:
Wow, I had no idea you'd been through all that, Apollo.
Present
Photo of My Father
Apollo:
Datz, I wanted to ask you about this picture.
Datz:
That's the picture of your pops that Dhurke found. And he had a heck of a time tracking it down. He said he searched all over for it!
Apollo:
Why...? Why would he go through all that trouble?
Athena:
Datz, please tell us everything you know about Apollo's dad!
Dhurke's Law Book
Datz:
The Mark of the Dragon... That's the symbol of our group, the Defiant Dragons.
Apollo:
Dhurke has the same mark tattooed on the palm of his hand, right?
Datz:
Yep. And I've got one, too.
Apollo:
Really? Where?
Datz:
On my heart!
Apollo:
...Oh, you mean metaphorically. Like you're ready to die at any time for the cause or something like that?
Datz:
You got that right. Dead or alive, I'll always be a Defiant Dragon!
Amara's Assassination File
Apollo:
Datz, about this file... Can you help me figure out whihc pages are the most relevant?
Datz:
Yup, sure can. I got the whole thing memorized. See this page? It's definitely worth a look.
Athena:
Oh, that's right! Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was part of the royal family, wasn't he!
Datz:
Yep. But he was expelled after that whole thing with Dhurke happened. He must've gone through hell once he entered the legal world though.
Apollo:
Because of the whole "the sins of the father are visited upon his children" thing?
Datz:
Yep. In the eyes of the people, Dhurke is not only a traitor to his kingdom... ...he's also the terrorist who assassinated the previous queen. So, as his son, Yuty no doubt got the cold shoulder at every turn.
Apollo:
That must've been really hard on him.
Datz:
Yeah, the ties between father and son aren't something you could break, even if you tried. No matter where he went, he was probably labeled the son of a criminal. But despite it all, he made a name for himself through blood, sweat, and tears. I mean, just look at him now. He's a star prosecutor working cases around the globe. He's become a hero! The pride and joy of Khura'in!
Apollo:
(Now that's the Nahyuta I know -- super smart and never willing to give in. He must've studied and fought like his life depended on it to get to where he is today.)
Amaras Assassination File updated in the Court Record.
Anything else
Datz:
Ahhhhhh!
Apollo:
What? Do you know something about this?
Datz:
Nope. Just felt like shouting is all.
Apollo:
(He had me going there for a sec...)
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Amara's Assassination File:
Old Man:
So then you believe me? You believe in my son's innocence?!
Beh'leeb:
Your poor son -- imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit... Let's petition the government for his release and a declaration of innocence!
Old Man: 
Oh, thank you, thank you! I'm forever in your debt!
Apollo:
Hm? Who's that?
Datz:
Hey there, Mrs. Inmee. Hard at work, I see. 
Beh'leeb:
Yes, I have my own battle that I must wage. After all, there are many who suffer under the Defense Culpability Act.
Rebel:
Mrs. Inmee! Please don't forget about our case, too!
Beh'leeb:
I won't! I will look into it as soon as I am able.
Phoenix:
Um, Datz? What's Mrs. Inmee doing here?
Datz:
She's lending an ear to all those suffering under the regime's wrongful accusations. A lady whose husband's been imprisoned, parents whose son's been falsely charged... She's helping all those types of people.
Phoenix:
So she's trying to help the revolution along... ...in her own special way.
Datz:
Yep. And thanks to her, more and more folks are coming over to our side! All the people who've been unhappy with the regime have been waiting for just this chance! And they're starting to speak out in support of us!
Apollo:
(The people are responding... and a grassroots movement is growing... Dhurke's dream of revolution may finally come true.)
Athena:
What should we do about the Founder's Orb? We'll probably run into the royal guards again the moment we leave this place.
Phoenix:
Well, we can't stay here forever, so we'll have to think of something.
Apollo:
...I've got it. Why don't you hold on to it, Datz? It should be safe here, right?
Datz:
You can count on me! I'll get it back to you in time for tomorrow's trial at the Hall of Justice.
Founder's Orb left with Datz.
Athena:
What now, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, we've got a handle on what happened twenty-three years ago. Maybe we should pay Dhurke a visit. There's something I want to show him. 
Phoenix:
I'll join you. I want to talk to him before tomorrow's trial.
Edgeworth:
Maybe I should wait here, then. We'll attract undue attention if we go in too large of a group.
Bazaar
Examine
Yak
Apollo:
It's a yak. They used to serve as a beast of burden here.
Athena:
They're actually kind of cute up-close. Hello there, big fella! Or are you a girl...?
Apollo:
Umm, if you stick your face that close to it, it's liable to--
*sluuuuurp*
Athena:
Eeewwww, gross! ..................
Apollo:
...Need some tissues?
Athena:
I-I could use a handful of wet naps, if you've got 'em...
Bird
Athena:
What's this bird doing here?
Apollo:
I wouldn't get too close to it if I were you.
???:
RAWWWWWWRRRRRR!
Athena:
Eeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
...Athena, meet the warbaa'd. Its cry resembles a lion's roar to scare off predators.
Athena:
Wow... that's one gutsy little bird. But I bet it's not really all that tough.
Apollo:
How about we just leave the bird alone?
Cart
Apollo:
(So many street stalls... And they all have stuff you can't find back home.)
Athena:
We should spend some time shopping here when this case is over. I'd like to buy Trucy a souvenir or something.
Poster
Apollo:
There's a poster here... "The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm"...?
Phoenix:
It's a special-effects-driven action-here show that's become a huge hit here in Khura'in.
Apollo:
(Maybe it's a cultural thing, but she totally looks like a villain to me.)
Steaming buns
Phoenix:
Khura'in's national delicacy, magatah'man -- or "soul buns," if that makes it easier. Apparently, they're so delicious, they'll send your soul straight to the Twilight Realm.
Apollo:
"Delicious"? More like "deadly."
Phoenix:
Actually, in one of the commercials, an old man literally drops dead after taking a bite. And at the very end, there's a warning that goes, "Enjoy at your own risk."
Apollo:
Like I said: deadly.
Manhole cover
Apollo:
(This is the manhole that leads to Dhurke's office-turned-safe house. It's the only way in or out. And for obvious reasons, there's no doorbell or welcome mat.)
Souvenir stands
Apollo:
(The souvenir stands sure are popular with the tourists. I should check them out later.)
Tehm'pul Temple
Apollo:
Tehm'pul Temple is just up ahead. When I was a kid, I used to race Nahyuta and my friends to the top.
Present
Inga's Autopsy Report or Tomb Crime Photo
Athena:
The victim was the Minister of Justice, the second most powerful person here in Khura'in. In Wright Anything Agency terms... ...I guess that would be you, Apollo.
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. Thanks, but... ...everyone knows it's Trucy.
Athena:
...Yeah, you're probably right. On second thought, she might actually be number one. I mean, even Mr. Wright is no match for her.
Apollo:
.........Remind me not to forget to buy her a souvenir.
Dhurke's Law Book
Athena:
I can't believe Dhurke's been fighting the good fight for over twenty years. Fighting for the truth and the repeal of the Defense Culpability Act...
Apollo:
Yeah. And being branded a traitor for it. That's got to be extremely hard on him.
Athena:
Whatever happens, we can't let them find him guilty! We have to help him achieve his life's dream!
Anything else
Athena:
.........What? Are you just going to show that to me without a word?
Apollo:
(I guess she doesn't have anything to say about it.)
Athena:
W-Well?! Are you going to at least say SOMETHING?!
Inga's Private Residence
Examine
Phoenix:
Edgeworth and I already searched this room.
Apollo:
Oh, okay. (I wonder if anything interesting turned up?)
Hair Dye
Athena:
"Je suis L'Belle! SAMPLE"... Now THERE'S a brand I know well...
Apollo:
.........Yeah... Me, too.
Athena:
Let's see what it says on the back. "The hair care sensation celebrities have been RAVING about!" "Guaranteed to make you WANT to proclaim, 'Je suis L'Belle!' to the world!" "This product is NOT FOR SALE. EVER. Even if you come to really like it, PEASANT."
Apollo:
I REALLY still don't get his sales strategy...
Anything else
Phoenix:
We already investigated that, Apollo.
May 18Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Dhurke:
Hey there, son. Came to see your old man again?
Apollo:
Hi, Dhurke. Guess they're done questioning you?
Dhurke:
Yeah... You'd think Nahyuta might've cut his old man a little slack, but no. He really laid into me. Seems they're really keen on recovering the Founder's Orb. When I wouldn't tell them where it was, he confiscated what few possessions I had left.
Apollo:
(...Wait, Dhurke's not wearing his attorney's badge. They even took THAT from him? *sigh*)
Talk
Nahyuta
Dhurke:
He confiscated all my prized jailbreaking tools.
Apollo:
What did you expect? I mean, no prosecutor in their right mind would let a prisoner keep stuff like that.
Athena:
Did he take your attorney's badge, too?
Dhurke:
No. I thought it strange, but... ...just when it looked like he was going to take it from me, he changed his mind.
Apollo:
I wonder why.
Dhurke:
Indeed. I find it hard to understand anything he does these days.
Your attorney's badge (appears after "Nahyuta")
Apollo:
Your Khura'inese attorney's badge... You've worn it all these years -- even though all the lawyers are gone.
Dhurke:
Yes, because the Dragon's Eye is the embodiment of my creed.
Apollo:
(To show the world that "a dragon never yields," huh.)
Apollo:
Hey, Dhurke? Why do you still wear your badge? You're not a lawyer anymore, right?
Dhurke:
This badge is my heart and soul, son. I'll never stop trying to realize my dream -- not until my very last breath.
Nahyuta:
"A dragon never yields," right?!
Dhurke:
Exactly. ...Nahyuta, Apollo, I vow to restore Khura'in's legal system to its rightful state one day. I want to pass on to you a world where you can live free from the fear of tyranny.
Apollo:
(He was always saying stuff like that to the two of us. Nahyuta... Is the reason why you didn't take Dhurke's badge... ...because you still remember those talks, too? I really hope that's what it is.)
Dhurke:
...Son, would you keep my badge for me?
Apollo:
Are you sure?! I can't take something so important to you.
Dhurke:
That's exactly why I want you to hold on to it, Apollo. I'm placing my fate in your hands.
Apollo:
.........All right. I'll make sure it stays safe.
Dhurke's Badge added to the Court Record.
Present
Inga's Autopsy Report or Tomb Crime Photo
Dhurke:
Inga Karkhuul Khura'in... He was an entirely insufferable, unlikable fellow, but I never thought he'd wind up dead.
Apollo:
Why didn't you like him?
Dhurke:
He was the most hawkish one in the Ga'ran regime. He established the secret police to arrest us rebels without due process. Those they managed to capture were immediately executed. My compatriots in the Defiant Dragons came to call him "The Executioner."
Apollo:
"The Executioner"? Pretty ironic, considering how he ended up.
Dhurke:
He's probably in Hell now, being tormented by those he wrongfully put to death.
Pink Butterfly Pendant
Apollo:
I found this in the tomb. Look familiar?
Dhurke:
...Ah! Th-That's...
Apollo:
Dhurke?
Dhurke:
Where did you find it?
Apollo:
Down between the monk statues in the tomb. Is it yours, Dhurke?
Dhurke:
.........Oh, um, it's... it's something I bought.
Apollo:
? (Why's he suddenly acting all awkward?)
Dhurke:
Hmm... I wonder when I lost it. let's have it. It's very important to me.
Apollo:
O-Of course... (I'll just make a note about it for future reference.)
Pink Butterfly Pendant returned to Dhurke, but a record of it remains in the Court Record.
Dhurke's Law Book
Dhurke:
Careful with that. Don't go showing it around town. You'll be branded a rebel.
Apollo:
But I'm not a rebel.
Dhurke:
Don't be ridiculous. You're a member of the Defiant Dragons simply by being my son. Or did you think that dragon tattoo on your rear end was just for show?
Athena:
Whaaat?! You have a tattoo on your butt, Apollo?! Let me see!
Apollo:
Relax, Athena. He's just jerking our chains again.
Amara's Assassination File
Dhurke:
I prepared that myself. Use it well.
Apollo:
I'm surprised you were able to gather this much information.
Dhurke:
It wasn't easy. After all, all of the evidence from the assassination was lost in the fire. And the newly-installed Ga'ran regime was in full control of the media. Every lead I tried to follow led to a dead end.
Apollo:
So then how am I supposed to solve this case?
Dhurke:
...You'll figure something out once tomorrow's trial is underway. After all, no one's looked into this assassination since my last trial.
Apolo:
(I hope I can turn things around enough to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.)
Dhurke's Badge
Dhurke:
Ah, my attorney's badge. You don't see those around here anymore.
Apollo:
It's not exactly something you can wear publicly, is it?
Dhurke:
Yeah... And if you did, people would jeer and throw things at you. I've had tomatoes, cabbages -- even eggs thrown at me.
Apollo:
That sounds awful. But at least they didn't throw rocks.
Dhurke:
...True. Plus, if you were good at catching things, you'd have the start of a good meal.
Apollo:
What?!
Dhurke:
It's true. An hour's walk can yield all you need for a nice, big hot pot! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(Dhurke... I'm sorry I never knew how bad things were when you were raising us.)
Anything else
Dhurke:
Is that for me, son?
Apollo:
No, I was just wondering if you knew anything about it.
Dhurke:
What? You came to visit me and you didn't even bring a present?
Apollo:
(I'll take that as a "no.")
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Pink Butterfly Pendant:
Phoenix:
Apollo, remember how Inga said he had "someone dear to Dhurke"? Why don't you ask about that?
Apollo:
Oh, right. I'll give it a try.
Talk
Someone dear to Dhurke
Apollo:
What did the minister mean when he said... ...he had someone dear to you in the palm of his hand? Who was he talking about?
Dhurke:
Hm? 
Apollo:
Nahyuta seemed to know, but he wouldn't tell me anything.
Dhurke:
W-Well, I've no idea, so...
Phoenix:
Well, you obediently followed his every word after he said that... ...so it seems to me the minister was in close proximity to someone you really care about.
Dhurke:
Oh, um...
Apollo:
Someone you really care about that isn't Nahyuta...? Wait, don't tell me--! Is there a new lady in your life, Dhurke?!
Dhurke:
Wh-What?! No! Don't be ridiculous, son!
Apollo:
..................
Dhurke:
.................. The love of my life was Amara. But she's gone now and there will never be another.
Apollo:
(Ah! My bracelet! Wait, does this mean...? Dhurke... Have you REALLY not met somebody new?)
Bracelet
Dhurke:
The love of my life was Amara. But she's gone now and there will never be another.
Perceive the forearm in the sling twitching on "But she's gone now"
Apollo:
Leads to:
Apollo:
...Dhurke. You can't fool me.
Perceive wrong area
Apollo:
Apollo:
You seem uneasy, Dhurke. Wait... Don't tell me you're ashamed because she's much younger than you?!
Dhurke:
D-Don't be ridiculous! I'm just getting tense because of your intrusive questions! Anyone would react the same way!
Apollo:
(Hmm, I guess that's not it... Still, my bracelet reacted... ...so I know he must be hiding something!
Apollo:
...Dhurke. You can't fool me. You tensed up when you said, "But she's gone now." And you unconsciously moved your arm... ...causing something to press up against your jacket.
Dhurke:
Ahhhhh! ...H-How did you do that?!
Apollo:
...Oh, so that's it! You're hiding a woman's photo up your sleeve. You don't have to keep secrets like that from me, Dhurke. You're an eligible bachelor now. But you'll... introduce her to me at some point, right?
Dhurke:
I keep telling you, there's no other woman!
Apollo:
Fine, then let's see it. What are you hiding up your sleeve?
Dhurke:
...It's just this. Satisfied?
Apollo:
Huh? But that's the pendant we found in Amara's Tomb...
Dhurke:
See? I wasn't trying to hide anything.
Apollo:
(...Then why did he tense up?) Dhurke, let me take a look at that.
Dhurke:
Ah!
Apollo:
.........Hey, what's this button for?
*click*
Apollo:
Whoa! I-It's...! It's a picture of Khurke and some lady! And she's really young-looking, too!
Athena:
Mon Dieu! Are you into younger women, Dhurke?!
Apollo:
Heh heh. Dhurke, you old dog, you. You got yourself a younger lover.
Dhurke:
Will you stop with this nonsense! This is Amara before she died. If you look closer, you'll see that I was younger, too.
Apollo:
Hey, you're right.
Athena:
Aww. That's no fun.
Apollo:
...Wait a second. Haven't we seen this woman before?
Athena:
.........Now that you mention it...!
Apollo:
Isn't this woman the same as the one in the pendant's photo?
Present Woman's Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The woman in the pendant is also the one in this photo."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Athena:
Apollo... I don't see how that has anything to do with the woman in the pendant's photo.
Dhurke:
Have you had your eyes checked lately, son?
Apollo:
(I'm wrong, not blind! Maybe I should compare the pendant's photo against the evidence again.) Dhurke, I know I've seen the woman in the pendant's photo before.
Leads back to:
Isn't this woman the same as the one in the pendant's photo?
Apollo:
The woman in the pendant is also the one in this photo.
Dhurke:
A-Apollo, where did you get this?
Apollo:
From the safe in Inga's room.
Phoenix:
...Apollo. If this is Queen Amara, it had to have been taken at least twenty-three years ago. But that's just not possible.
Apollo:
Yeah, I just noticed the same thing. Here's why this photo couldn't be twenty-three years old!
Present law book
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Take a look at the law book."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Dhurke:
I don't see how that proves anything.
Apollo:
Look closer. Doesn't that part look, you know, kinda modern?
Athena:
Hmm... I don't know about that. Maybe you just don't know what's considered new and hip these days, Apollo.
Apollo:
Nngh...
Dhurke:
This photo is at least twenty-three years old. I don't know how you could say otherwise.
Apollo:
That's where you're wrong, Dhurke. (There's something in this photo that couldn't have existed back then.)
Leads back to:
"Here's why this photo couldn't be twenty-three years old!"
Apollo:
Take a look at the law book. It has the mark of the Defiant Dragons branded on it. But that mark didn't exist until after you started your revolutionary activities, Dhurke. So, this photo must've been taken AFTER Ga'ran came into power. ...And that didn't happen until AFTER Amara was assassinated.
Dhurke:
Gnrk!
Apollo:
...So then, how could Amara even be in this photo? ...............Wait a second. That would mean that Amara is... ...still alive?
Dhurke:
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! ............Looks like you found me out, son.
Apollo:
Wait... So it's actually true?!
Someone dear to Dhurke (after perceiving)
Apollo:
Dhurke! What do you mean, Amara's still alive?! I thought she'd been assassinated.
Dhurke:
.........So did I. But it seems she made it out alive, only to be held captive by the Ga'ran regime.
Apollo:
Why would they do that?
Dhurke:
When I fled from the law and went underground twenty-three years ago... ...I heard some shocking news from a Defiant Dragons spy. There were rumors of Queen Amara being sighted in the palace.
Apollo:
And those rumors turned out to be true?
Dhurke:
Yes. I snuck into the palace to see for myself. She was confined within the grounds, but otherwise, she was as fit as a fiddle.
Phoenix:
S-So then, the sarcophagus in the tomb... It's empty?
Dhurke:
Yes. That entire tomb is one big charade. Ga'ran had it built to stage Amara's death.
Athena:
So we're not going to be cursed by her vengeful spirit? That's a relief.
Dhurke:
She was being held under virtual house arrest. So I freed her, and we made a run for it. This photo was taken back then.
Apollo:
(Look at how they're both grinning from ear to ear.) .........Hm? (There's a fingerprint on the metal part. I guess Dhurke must've left it by accident.)
Athena:
Ooh, Mr. Sahdmadhi! I wanna hear ALL about how you ran away with Queen Amara!
Pink Butterfly Pendant updated in the Court Record.
On the run with Amara (appears after "Someone dear to Dhurke")
Apollo:
I'm surprised Amara agreed to run away with you. I mean, Ga'ran must've told her that you tried to kill her.
Dhurke:
I tried to convince her that I wasn't the one who set the blaze.
Apollo:
And she believed you?
Dhurke:
She said, and I quote, "I shall accompany you so I may ascertain the truth myself." Heh, she always was a tough one to read.
Athena:
I bet she was thrilled you came to her rescue, Mr. Sahdmadhi. To be set free by your beloved... It's like something out of a fairy tale.
Dhurke:
Yeah, well... There was no "happily ever after" once Ga'ran's people caught up with us. They took Amara away to who-knows-where. I snuck back into the palace and searched high and low for her, but to no avail. They probably moved her to some remote mountain prison or the like.
Apollo:
Dhurke, does Nahyuta know about this?
Dhurke:
He knows she's his true mother. I told him as much.
Apollo:
Wait... Is that why Nahyuta is following Ga'ran's orders?
Dhurke:
.........Most likely.
Athena:
So then, do you think that deep down, he doesn't really want to prosecute you?
Dhurke:
Well, he's not one to show his feelings. And lately, I've had no idea what he's thinking.
Phoenix:
Apollo. We need to grill the queen about Amara when we have the chance.
Athena:
...Um. I was wondering about something. The little baby the lady's holding... Is that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Apollo:
Not necessarily. It could just as well be me. After all, we're only one year apart.
Athena:
I don't know. I mean, the kid in the picture is too cute to be you.
Apollo:
(...Let's settle this by asking Dhurke himself.)
Something important (appears after presenting Woman's Photo and clearing all other Talk options)
Leads to:
"So what's this "something important" you have to tell me?"
Present
Pink Butterfly Pendant (after clearing "Someone dear to Dhurke" Talk option)
Dhurke:
Amara... I hope she's doing well.
Apollo:
I've been wondering, Dhurke... How could a commoner win the heart of a queen anyway?
Dhurke:
...Hm? Wait, don't tell me... Have you fallen for Princess Rayfa, son?
Apollo:
Wait, what?!
Athena:
...Apollo. I had no idea you liked your women so young.
Apollo:
No! I don't!
Phoenix:
She's barely in her teens. That's just not right, Apollo.
Apollo:
Listen to me! I never said anything about her!
Dhurke:
Aww, it's all right son. In a few more years, the age difference won't matter so much.
Apollo:
Would you guys just stop already?!
Woman's Photo (after clearing "On the run with Amara" Talk option)
Apollo:
Dhurke, about the cute little kid in this photo... Is that me?
Dhurke:
...Huh? What are you talking about?
Apollo:
..................
Athena:
See? I told you it was Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
Dhurke:
Hm? .........Oh, I see. Well, either way, it's not you, son.
Apollo:
So then... ...if it's Nahyuta, it was taken when he was about a year old, right? And that would mean... ...you ran away with Amara around 22 or 23 years ago?
Dhurke:
Hm? .........You're pretty good with numbers, son! Impressive.
Apollo:
Huh? (What kind of answer is that?)
Woman's Photo updated in the Court Record.
Dhurke:
.........Before you go, son, there is something else I need to tell you. Something important.
Apollo:
What is it, Dhurke? I've never seen you act so serious before.
Apollo:
So what's this "something important" you have to tell me?
Dhurke:
........................ Listen son. Even if you manage to prove me innocent tomorrow... ............... ...I... I don't have long to live.
Apollo:
Huh? ............... Wh-What are you talking about? 
Dhurke:
What I mean is, I can already hear the Twilight Realm calling my name. There is no escaping death now that it has its sights set on me.
Apollo:
What?! ............I-Is this another one of your jokes?
Dhurke:
I wish it was.
Apollo:
Ha... Ha ha ha. You can't fool me, Dhurke. (Hm? That's strange. Why isn't my bracelet reacting?)
Dhurke:
............
Phoenix:
...Are you sick?
Dhurke:
I-It's something like that.
Apollo:
So you're not joking?
Dhurke:
.........I'm afraid not, son. Sorry.
Apollo:
I-Isn't there a cure? Or at least some sort of treatment?
Dhurke:
Unfortunately not. Not for what I've got.
Apollo:
If you need some kind of surgery, I'll work hard until I can pay for it! So... Please...!
Dhurke:
.........It's too late. There's nothing more to be done now.
Apollo:
B-But you always say, "A dragon never yields." So why are you giving up now?
Dhurke:
...Apollo, I'm sorry. I really am.
Apollo:
............I don't understand. Why is this happening, Dhurke? Why?
Dhurke:
..................Listen, Apollo. I've got a favor to ask of you. Would you keep quiet about this? I don't want my fellow Dragons to find out. They'd lose all hope if they knew I was dying. Would you do that for me?
Apollo:
............Of course. (Why is this happening now? Just when I was finally starting to feel like you really are my... I thought that this time, we'd finally... But now...) ...Damn it... Why...?
Athena:
Apollo...
Dhurke:
Listen, son. I don't have much longer to live... ...but I'll never let them execute me. Not before I finish what I need to do.
Apollo:
...I know, Dhurke. There's no way I'm going to let them prove you guilty. (Before he goes, I'm going to turn back time by righting the wrongs that have been done. I'm going to restore Dhurke's freedom... ...and return a real smile to Nahyuta's face! I'm going to win this case. I just have to!)
Dhurke:
...Son. I have one more... big secret.
Apollo:
What? There's something else you've been hiding from me?
Dhurke:
I'm afraid I can't tell you what it is. I'd be betraying a certain someone if I did.
Apollo:
Huh? What's that supposed to mean?
Dhurke:
.........Forgive me. You'll just have to find out for yourself. That's the only way.
Apollo:
I don't understand, Dhurke.
Dhurke:
..................... Apollo. In court tomorrow... ...you may find yourself faced with a truth that is difficult to accept. But I know you. And I know you can handle the truth, no matter what it turns out to be. I know that because I believe in you. You're my son, after all!
Apollo:
...Dhurke. (What is he talking about? Wait... He's not going to reveal that he actually IS the killer, is he?)
Phoenix:
Looks like we've run out of things to discuss. Apollo? ...Are you okay?
Apollo:
...I'm fine.
???:
FREE HIM NOW...!!! RELEASE DHURKE...!!!
Apollo:
What's going on out there?
Dhurke:
Sounds like the party's getting started without me.
Apollo:
Huh?
Athena:
It's coming from the temple. Let's go, Apollo, and take a look!
May 18Tehm'pul Temple
Apollo:
Wh-Whoa! What IS all this?!
Anime cutscene
Datz:
Ow-ow-oww! Let go, will ya?!
Policeman:
W-What are they--
Datz:
Huh? Well, look at that! The people are coming to take their courts back!
Policeman:
Don't hold back, men! Arrest them all!
Rebel:
Dhurke belongs to the people! Give him back! 
Rebel:
Yeaaaaah! Where are you holding him?!
Policeman:
Quiet down, you!
Child:
Th-They have my big sister, too! But she didn't do anything wrong!
Policeman:
Ouch! YOUCH! Stop pulling my hair!
Old Man:
Release my son! Release him now...!!!
Policeman:
Aaaagh! Stop that! No biting!
Apollo:
This... is really something.
Phoenix:
And it looks like Datz and Mrs. Inmee are leading the charge.
???:
...You unenlightened fools. Do you honestly think this will change anything?
Datz:
Yuty! ...Why do you keep serving that witch Ga'ran?!
Apollo:
Ah! (It's...) Hey, Nahyuta!
Nahyuta:
! You again?
Apollo:
What's going on here?
Nahyuta:
It would appear that the insurgents are fanning the flames of the rebellion. ...But I never thought it would grow so large. However, they will all be under arrest shortly. Reinforcements are almost here.
Apollo:
They'll be arrested? Just for protesting?
Nahyuta:
They are aiding and abetting a criminal by seeking his release. Her Eminence, Queen Ga'ran, has ordered they be arrested and judged en masse.
Apollo:
B-But weren't you once a member of the Defiant Dragons, too? How can you go along with this?
Nahyuta:
...I am simply following the orders that Her Eminence has handed down.
Apollo:
No, it can't be as simple as that. Listen, Nahyuta. There's something I want to talk to you about. Hey! You're not getting away this time! We need to talk.
Nahyuta:
.........*sigh* I see there is no reasoning with you. Very well, then. Speak.
Examine
Protesters
Athena:
Look at all these people! They've got the whole temple surrounded.
Phoenix:
And it looks like Datz is fanning the flames. The police are going to really have their hands full with this many protesters.
Apollo:
This whole thing is like a powder keg waiting to go off. We should keep our distance for now.
Talk
Dhurke
Apollo:
Nahyuta, do you really have to serve as prosecutor on Dhurke's case?
Apollo:
I mean, prosecuting your own flesh and blood... It's just not right.
Nahyuta:
Again with this drivel? Your ethical standards are not the be-all, end-all of the world around you.
Apollo:
(I'm not getting into another debate with him.) .........Nahyuta, did you know that Dhurke is sick?
Nahyuta:
What?
Apollo:
He apparently doesn't have that much longer to live. If found guilty, he probably wouldn't even make it until his execution day.
Nahyuta:
What are you talking about?
Apollo:
Knowing this, are you still prepared to send an already dying man to his grave?
Nahyuta:
.........
Apollo:
Well?
Nahyuta:
...I...
Apollo:
Enough with the zen monk act, Nahyuta. Tell me how you really feel.
Nahyuta:
.........Mr. Justice. Each person is born with a role to fulfill. And I... must fulfill mine.
Apollo;
Well, I'm not convinced that taking Dhurke to trial is a part of your lot in life.
Nahyuta:
.........
Apollo:
As for why you've been at Ga'ran's every beck and call... ...I think I might have the answer.
Amara (appears after "Dhurke")
Apollo:
Nahyuta. You know the truth about your mother, don't you? About how the former queen is still alive and being held somewhere.
Nahyuta:
So Dhurke told you, did he... Yes, it's true. My mother was spirited away to some remote corner of this kingdom... ...to keep her safe from harm.
Apollo:
Safe from harm? But Dhurke said the Ga'ran regime is holding her captive.
Nahyuta:
No, they are keeping her safe.
Apollo:
So you don't know where Amara is being held?
Nahyuta:
I only know that it is some secluded hideaway where visitors are not allowed. I have heard she leads a simple life, akin to that of monastic disciples.
Apollo:
(Sure sounds like she's being held captive to me.) Listen, Nahyuta... Aren't you really doing the queen's bidding... ...because she's holding Amara captive?
Nahyuta:
.........
Apollo:
And this whole thing with Dhurke... You know he didn't really kill Inga, don't you?
Nahyuta:
..................
Apollo:
Dhurke doesn't have much longer to live, so I want to help him however I can. This time, it's our turn...
Apollo:
*sniffle* *hiccup* *hiccup*
Nahyuta:
You... You could've been killed... But you risked your life... to save us... Why...?
Dhurke:
What a silly question. What father wouldn't risk his life to save his own children? Nahyuta, Apollo... Don't you ever hesitate to call when you need me. Understand?
Apollo:
It's our turn to help Dhurke however we can.
Nahyuta:
.................................... .........What you speak of... is futile.
Apollo:
!
Nahyuta:
.........Let it go, and move on. The guilty verdict... The hopelessness... You must resign yourself to it all. Clinging to false hope now will only serve to magnify your future despair. So let it go... and move on...
Apollo:
...Nahyuta. (Are you really going to just roll over on this?)
Nahyuta:
...I've no more time for idle chatter. I must prepare for tomorrow's trial. Now, if you'll excuse me...
Apollo:
.........
Present
Dhurke's Law Book
Nahyuta:
That's...
Apollo:
The rebels' "Mark of the Dragon." It symbolizes a person's opposition to the Defense Culpability Act.
Nahyuta:
You seek to argue with me about the legal system? ...If so, you're wasting your breath. Lawyers and prosecutors do not lay down the law; they merely follow it. The laws decreed by our sovereign are absolute. There is no room for debate.
Apollo:
So "let it go, and move on," right? Why is that your only answer to everything?
After clearing all Talk options:
Athena:
Apollo. I sensed a whirlpool of emotions coming from within Prosecutor Sahdmadhi just now. Anger, shock, bewilderment... ...and an icy sorrow, as deep and dark as an abyss.
Apollo:
Yeah, I picked up on that, too. Looks like Dhurke really won't be the only one who will need my help tomorrow.
Phoenix:
...I think it's about time to pay Queen Ga'ran another visit... ...and ask her about her sister Amara.
Talk
Any ideas?
Athena:
I didn't know Dhurke was sick. What's wrong with him? I mean, he looked fine to me.
Apollo:
...I really don't know. The Dhurke I remember would go out hunting in the middle of winter... ...while everyone around him was dropping like flies with the flu and whatnot.
Athena:
...............
Apollo:
..................
Phoenix:
........................
Apollo:
.........Come on everyone, cheer up! The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles, right?
Phoenix:
...Apollo, you don't have to put on a brave face for--
Apollo:
No! I'm fine! Besides, Dhurke will have his day in court. I won't let this get me down.
What to do
Athena:
So you don't know Queen Amara at all, Apollo? I thought that since you used to live with Dhurke, that maybe you had met her.
Apollo:
Dhurke escaped with Amara twenty-three or so years ago, so I was still just an infant. Even if I had met her, I wouldn't have remembered it.
Athena:
I guess not. But that means you may have been cared for by a queen. And if you had been, then... 
Apollo:
Th-Then what?
Athena:
You would've turned out... I don't know... better?
Apollo:
Wh-What's that supposed to mean?
May 18Ga'ran Palace - Audience Chamber
Phoenix:
Hm? The royal guard isn't around.
???:
That is utter... utter... hooey! You cannot continue to deceive the people like that!
???:
...Rayfa. Justice is much more than simply speaking the truth.
Apollo:
Is that Princess Rayfa and Queen Ga'ran over there?
Rayfa:
Y-You deceived me, too, Mother! How can I ever believe a word you say again?! You... You... nincompoop! .........Ah.
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence... ...I, uh, couldn't help but overhear...
Rayfa:
Nnnnnnnnnnnngh... You impudent--!!
*ka-tonk!*
Phoenix:
Oww!!!
Apollo:
Are you okay, Mr. Wright? I can't believe she actually punched you...
Phoenix:
...Yeah, I'm used to it by now.
Athena:
What's the matter with the princess?
Apollo:
It sounded like she was arguing with her mother.
Phoenix:
.........Maybe it has something to do with this picture. Rayfa said she had to ask her mother about some secret or another as soon as she saw it.
Apollo:
So then... ...does that mean that Princess Rayfa knows what really happened? That Amara wasn't assassinated, and is still very much alive?
Phoenix:
It would seem so. And she doesn't seem to be taking Ga'ran's lies very well. But that's no surprise, considering how much Rayfa reveres her mother.
Athena:
That would definitely cause her a great deal of anguish and sadness.
???:
Eavesdropping, are we? How very rude.
Ga'ran: 
Hm? You there. Are you not Dhurke's son?
Apollo:
Oh, um, nice to meet you, Your Eminence. We're actually here to speak with you, if you could spare a moment.
Examine
Throne
Apollo:
............
Phoenix:
Apollo? What are you doing? This is the queen's audience chamber. You can't snoop around in here.
Apollo:
Oh, right. Sorry! (I wonder what it'd be like to sit there with Athena and Mr. Wright groveling at my feet... No! Stop! I can't let myself think about that sort of thing!)
Talk
Amara's alive?
Apollo:
Your Eminence, Dhurke told me about Amara. About how she's still alive, that is.
Ga'ran:
...We know not of what you speak.
Apollo:
After Dhurke learned Amara was still alive, he rescued her, and they ran off together. But she was captured and remains captive in a secret location to this day. As for Nahyuta doing your bidding, it's only because Amara's life's in your hands.
Ga'ran:
Ho ho ho. What an active imagination you have.
Royal Guard:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! A lawyer AND a comedian! How droll!
Apollo:
(Wh-Whoa. Where'd THEY come from? Anyway! If she's going to play dumb, I'll just have to jog her memory with some evidence!)
Amara's alive!
Apollo:
So then, you admit that Amara's still alive?
Ga'ran:
.........Yes. She is under our protection in a safe location.
Apollo:
(I think you mean "being held prisoner.") ...And where is she being kept?
Ga'ran:
Ho ho ho. Now why would we tell the son of a traitor that?
Apollo:
(Guess she has a point there.)
Ga'ran:
Now, heed our warning, Horned Devil. It would not be wise to inform the people that Amara yet lives. It would only serve to plunge public order into chaos.
Apollo:
I have no intention of doing that. (Besides, there are real terrorists out there who might try to kill her.)
Ga'ran:
...Good. Now, there was something we have been meaning to ask you. Do you know what has become of the Founder's Orb?
The Founder's Orb (appears after "Amara's alive!")
Ga'ran:
The Founders Orb went missing after Dhurke took it into the tomb. As his son, we thought you might know something of its current whereabouts.
Apollo:
I knew it. I suppose I should thank you for that free running tour of Khura'in.
Ga'ran:
...That was the royal guards' own doing.
Apollo:
(Nice try, lady. But now you're definitely not getting the orb, ever.) Why do you want the orb so badly, anyway?
Ga'ran:
Because... it would be most dangerous in the wrong hands. It must be recovered.
Phoenix:
Is the legend true? Can the orb really impart spiritual power? Are you worried that someone could overthrow you with it?
Ga'ran:
The Holy Mother's power is without equal. Should Her Holiness once again return to our world... ...she could conceivably bestow great power upon the one who unlocked the orb's secret.
Phoenix:
I guess it makes sense, considering spirit channeling is a fact of life here.
Ga'ran:
...So we ask you, Horned Devil. Did you receive the Founder's Orb from Dhurke?
Apollo:
...Does it look like I did?
Ga'ran:
...So you like to play games, do you? ...Royal guard!
Royal Guard:
Yes, Your Eminence!
Ga'ran:
Search this devil, and his belongings!
Apollo:
What?
Royal Guard:
At once, Your Eminence! Don't move!!! You're only making this haaaaaarder on yourseeelf!!!
Apollo:
Yikes! Hey, cut it out! Argh! What the--?!
Athena:
Eeeeeek! Apollo! Don't strip here!
Royal Guard:
Stop resisting!!! Just submit to our strip search alreeeeeady!!!
Apollo:
N-No, wait! Hey! Cut it out! Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh! .................. (Rest in pieces, my poor, tattered dignity.)
Royal Guard:
There's no sign of the Founder's Orb, Your Eminence!
Ga'ran:
.........So, you have hidden it somewhere. Heh. No matter. We shall recover it one way or another once you are found guilty of abetting the accused.
Apollo:
(Dhurke was right. She really is bent on getting the orb.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ga'ran:
What have we here?
Apollo:
It's the attorney's badge used by lawyers like me back home.
Ga'ran: 
Well, in this country, lawyers are a loathsome breed. And we would advise you not to needlessly advertise your place among their ranks. For even now, the bad karma Dhurke has engendered brings woe to your kind. It is a simple matter of cause and effect.
Apollo:
(Yeah, an effect you caused by enacting the Defense Culpability Act.)
Inga's Autopsy Report or Tomb Crime Photo
Ga'ran:
His own ill will was visited upon him. So it is within the cycle of karma. Others might call it divine retribution -- the punishment of the gods.
Apollo:
You don't seem particularly sad, even though it was your own husband.
Ga'ran:
We were betrayed by the man we had called husband. Moreover, we are the Grand Priestess, summoner of spirits from the Twilight Realm. For us, death is not the end, for we can still speak with those who have passed.
Apollo:
(I guess being a spirit-channeling queen gives you a different take on life and death.)
Woman's Photo (after clearing "Amara's alive?" Talk option)
Apollo:
Your Eminence, I ask that you take a look at this photo.
Ga'ran:
Why, that's--!
Apollo:
It's a photo of Amara. And here you can see a law book bearing the mark of the Defiant Dragons. I believe you know what that means.
Ga'ran:
.................. ..........Very well. Royal guard, stand down.
Royal Guard:
Yes, Your Eminence! Your wish is our command!
Ga'ran:
It seems there is no need to perpetuate this charade any longer. We shall speak... of all we know.
Changes "Amara's alive?" Talk option to "Amara's alive!"
Dhurke's Law Book
Ga'ran:
To burn such a mark upon a sacred text of the law... He will surely be visited by what he has wrought. And to think he once called himself a man of the law.
Apollo:
I think it's just his way of objecting to the DC Act.
Ga'ran:
Yet that act is but an objection to his falsified evidence. How appalling that even now he recognizes no responsibility and knows no shame.
Anything else
Apollo:
So, I was wondering if...
Ga'ran:
We have no intention of bestowing any information upon you or any other lawyer.
Apollo:
(Guess someone doesn't like to play nice with others.)
After clearing all Talk options:
???:
Mother!
Apollo:
Looks like the princess is back. 
Rayfa:
I took a stroll to try to calm myself, but... I still find this situation unacceptable. The people must be informed about Queen Amara!
Apollo:
! (So she DOES know about that!)
Ga'ran:
Rayfa, you do not yet possess a clear grasp of how a government and its people interact. There will always be secrets that must be kept from the ignorant masses.
Rayfa:
You have little faith in our people, Mother. But it is the Royal Priestess's duty to always speak the truth. And as such I cannot remain silent! I will not!
Ga'ran:
Hah. The truth, you say? Your mind has been poisoned by the Barbed One.
Phoenix:
It was an honor and a pleasure, Your Eminence.
Ga'ran:
...We must speak with our child. It is a mother's duty to discipline her child, after all. Now, if you would excuse us.
Apollo:
(Discipline? Coming from her, I don't like the sound of that at all...)
Phoenix:
Well, Apollo, let's head back to the safe house for now.
Apollo:
Good idea. We need to go over what we've found and collect our thoughts.
May 18Former Sahdmadhi Law Offices
Edgeworth:
...Ah, you're back.
Athena:
Thank you for holding down the fort, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth. Sorry it took so long. Hope you weren't too bored.
Edgeworth:
...I watched "The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm" while you were gone. And my verdict is... it's an outrage! Especially its theme song. Even worse, the people here believe it's an original, Khura'inese show. Can you believe it! I've already spoke about it at length with Mr. Are'bal here, and he...
Apollo:
(I'm not sure what he's babbling about, but at least it seems he wasn't bored.)
Phoenix:
Moving along to things that actually matter... We've gathered about all the information and evidence we can concerning this case.
Phoenix:
I think it's time we go over everything we've learned so far.
Examine
Anything
Phoenix:
...Apollo. We probably shouldn't search the place while Datz is gone. Besides, we need to go over the case for tomorrow.
Athena:
What's with you recently? It's like you want to spend every free minute we have snooping.
Apollo:
(But don't you get the urge to look at everything you can sometimes, too?)
Talk
About Inga's murder
Phoenix:
The orb trial... Maya's abduction... And the murder of the mastermind behind it all, Justice Minister Inga... It's a lot to consider. Think you have all the facts straight in your head?
Apollo:
Yep, I've got it covered, Mr. Wright. It's the truth about what really went down that's going to be the problem.
Athena:
Yeah, it's like the more we learn about this case, the less we understand.
Phoenix:
I agree. There's a deep darkness enveloping this case. I'm almost afraid of what we will find once we lift that black veil. Suffice to say, the real killer is certainly waiting underneath.
Apollo:
(The real killer, huh... Now that's the million dollar question.)
Phoenix:
Who killed Inga, and why? Think Apollo. Who would you say had a motive to commit this crime?
Apollo:
Umm...
Athena:
I, for one, am drawing a complete blank.
Phoenix:
I want to know how the killer slipped into the tomb, killed Inga, and slipped back out... ...without ever being seen. That's a bona fide locked-room mystery right there.
Apollo:
Well, we've collected plenty of evidence and statements. I just hope the rest comes out in court. It'll be a thinner tightrope than usual, that's for sure.
Amara's assassination
Phoenix:
This case has one big fly in the ointment. In order to prove Dhurke completely innocent... ...we'll also have to exonerate him of the crime committed twenty-three years ago.
Apollo:
Amara's supposed assassination...
Athena:
Right. We know Amara's still alive... ...but Dhurke could still be charged with plotting to kill her.
Apollo:
He couldn't discover the truth-- even after over two decades of investigating. So our biggest hurdle is going to be the complete lack of evidence. The fire made sure of that.
Athena:
Mr. Wright, have you ever won a case without any evidence?
Phoenix:
No, that's one thing I've never done before.
Apollo:
A trial unprecedented even in the decorated annals of the Wright Anything Agency... (Still, I can't help but wonder... Was there really no evidence left behind?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
You flash that badge like a pro now. And with such confidence, too. I can really feel it.
Apollo:
R-Really?
Phoenix:
...Sure. Take Trucy's case, or that civil trial yesterday. You really came into your own during both of them.
Apollo:
Eheh... Heh heh heh. (I can feel my cheeks betraying me...)
Athena:
You'd better not be thinking of starting your own firm, Apollo.
Apollo:
What? No, of course not. (I'm probably not ready for that, anyway.)
Pink Butterfly Pendant, Woman's Photo, or Amara's Assassination File
Phoenix:
Amara... She's still alive.
Apollo:
But she's basically being held prisoner somewhere.
Phoenix:
This puts Dhurke at a distinct disadvantage. ...Not to mention us, too.
Apollo:
And Nahyuta is under Ga'ran's thumb because of all this as well.
Phoenix:
Yep. It's a problem all right, and it's not like we can just go and rescue Amara. There must be something we can do...
Athena:
We'll just have to pin our hopes on Dhurke's revolution!
Apollo:
So, basically, the fates of Amara and Nahyuta... ...depend entirely on our ability to beat the charges against Dhruke tomorrow.
Dhurke's Law Book or Dhurke's Badge
Phoenix:
What would you do if the Defense Culpability Act was established back home?
Apollo:
What would I do? That's a good question.
Athena:
What are you worried about, Apollo? You'd always have a job as Trucy's assistant.
Apollo:
Uh-huh... And what about you, Athena? Couldn't you become a therapist?
Athena:
Hmm... I don't know if I could do it for a living...
Phoenix:
I'd probably go back to playing piano.
Apollo:
.....................
Athena:
...............
Phoenix:
Hey! What are those looks for?!
Anything else
Phoenix:
Just because you don't know something, doesn't mean that I do, Apollo. That's an important lesson for you to learn.
Apollo:
(In other words, this didn't ring any bells.)
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
...Oh, and we can't forget about the Defense Culpability Act. "...those who would support criminals will be deemed just as guilty." In short, if Dhurke is found guilty, and is sentenced to death... ...we'll likely join him in a very public execution.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah...
Athena:
Beat the charges or die... What kind of crazy, upside-down legal system is this, anyway?!
Phoenix:
...Don't worry. I can't ask someone as young as you to risk your life, Athena. So tomorrow, it'll just be me and Apollo on the courtroom floor. But you can support us by watching from the gallery.
Athena:
What?! No... I wanna help! I'm part of the agency, too, after all!
Phoenix:
...Sorry, but this is a direct order from your boss. Plus, there's Prosecutor Blackquill to think of. He said he's use me for sword practice if I put you in harm's way.
Athena:
Nrrgh... Simon... Well, at least promise me this, you two. Promise me you'll make it back alive!
Apollo:
Ha... Ha ha... Make it back alive... huh...
Phoenix:
What's with that face, Apollo? You'll never inspire confidence in your client like that. And it'll play right into the prosecution's hands. Remember, "the worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles."
Apollo:
You're right! Even when it seems hopeless, or when there's not a shred of evidence to be found... ... we can never let it show on our faces... right? (But will I actually be able to do that tomorrow? When push comes to shove, will I be able to force my biggest smile?)
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation (while playing as Apollo Justice)
Apollo:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Area already examined (while playing as Apollo Justice)
Apollo:
We've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.
Nothing to examine during investigation (while playing as Phoenix Wright)
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Area already examined (while playing as Phoenix Wright)
Phoenix:
I've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.
Turnabout Revolution
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May 19, 8:50 AM
High Court of Khura'in
Anime cutscene
May 19, 9:28 [sic]
High Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Athena:
It's complete chaos outside.
Phoenix:
Let's just say the Defiant Dragons supporters demonstrating for Dhurke's freedom... ...have taken a very special interest in the outcome of today's trial.
Apollo:
They look about ready to string us up if we lose...
Phoenix:
Trials here are pretty much like the ones back home, but with one major difference: The Divination Séance. The victim's final memories will become a matter for deliberation.
Apollo:
I've heard about that. But they haven't stopped you from winning your cases here in Khura'in.
Phoenix:
True, but it wasn't easy. Still, the memories of the dead are simply another piece of evidence. There's always a way to deal with them if your client is truly innocent.
Apollo:
(Well, I know Dhurke is innocent, but...)
Dhurke:
I have one more... big secret.
Dhurke:
Apollo. In court tomorrow... ...you may find yourself faced with a truth that is difficult to accept. But I know you. And I know you can handle the truth, no matter what it turns out to be. I know that because I believe in you. You're my son, after all!
Apollo:
(Dhurke... What is that secret you're keeping?)
???:
Heya, AJ.
Datz:
Here ya go, just like I promised.
Founder's Orb added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
Thanks, Datz. Wait... Weren't you arrested by the police yesterday?
Datz:
Yep. And I spent the night in the slammer. I had a fine meal, a shower -- even a bed! What more could I ask for? Har har har har!
Athena:
That actually sounds way better than where we're staying...
Datz:
Just remember, AJ, if Dhurke's found guilty today... ...we'll all probably be found guilty under the Defense Culpability Act, too.
Apollo:
(Yeah, Nahyuta said something to that effect.)
Datz:
That witch Ga'ran wants to take advantage of today to crush our revolution once and for all! The fate of the revolution -- and every Khura'inese person -- rests on this trial! We're counting on ya, AJ!
Apollo:
We'll be fine! I'm going to win this one. You'll see!
Phoenix:
The trial will begin shortly, Apollo. Let's make our way into the courtroom.
Apollo:
Right!
May 19
High Court of Khura'in
Day 1Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Let the trial of Dhurke Sahdmadhi begin.
Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Nahyuta:
The prosecution is ready, Your Magistry.
Apollo:
(...So it's really come down to this. Well, don't expect me to hold anything back, Nahyuta!)
Judge:
This trial will examine both the murder of Justice Minister Inga Karkhuul Khura'in... ...and the assassination of the former queen, Amara Sigatar Khura'in. First, I believe we should address the murder of Minister Inga. Would that be acceptable, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
........................
Judge:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
! Y-Yes, of course. Please proceed.
Apollo:
(What's with him?)
Judge:
How very unlike you, prosecutor. Is your mind elsewhere this day?
Nahyuta:
...N-Not at all, Your Magistry.
Apollo:
(Are you really going to be able to go through with this, Nahyuta...?)
Judge:
...Well, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, I would be remiss if I failed to voice a concern of mine. I have heard mention that you are son to the accused, Dhurke Sahdmadhi.
Nahyuta:
.........You have heard true. Does that fact pose some sort of a problem, Your Magistry?
Judge:
A father being prosecuted by his own son? Could one possibly deliberate such a case without having personal feelings intervene?
Nahyuta:
.........Yes, without question.
Gallery:
Can he really handle this?Even if it IS Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, going against his own father is just...How can the son of a criminal even BE a prosecutor in the first place?
Dhurke:
Apollo:
(Dhurke...?)
Dhurke:
...Fellow citizens, you would do well not to underestimate my son. He's not one to allow personal feelings to interfere with the execution of his duty. Isn't that right, Nahyuta?
Nahyuta:
...! ...I will not stop until my work here is done.
Dhurke:
See? So all you doubters just sit back down before you trip over your own stupidity! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Judge:
The accused will not take the stand without first being summoned! In any case, if Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has no issue with this arrangement... ...then let us commence the deliberations.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
One moment, if you would.
Judge:
Y-Your Eminence?
Nahyuta:
Your Eminence! What brings you here?
Ga'ran:
Your Magistry. It would appear that Prosecutor Shadmadhi does indeed have some reservations.
Nahyuta:
No! That's not true!
Ga'ran:
Did you truly believe you could deceive me... Nahyuta Sahdmadhi? One should hold no reservations if one is to stand on these hallowed funerary grounds.
Nahyuta:
I-I... I have none, Your Emine--
Ga'ran:
No, it is clear we cannot leave this matter to you.
Nahyuta:
...Nngh!
Ga'ran:
We shall handle the prosecution of Enemy of the Crown Dhurke Sahdmadhi personally. But remain by our side, and bear witness to how a true prosecutor enforces the law.
Apollo:
Um... Excuse me... but is the queen going to prosecute the case? Is that you know... um... kosher?
Ga'ran:
...There is no need for concern. Before we were crowned queen, we served as a prosecutor.
Apollo:
Really?!
Judge:
As a foreigner, your ignorance can be excused, but know this... The prosecutor in charge of the Queen Amara assassination case twenty-three years ago... ... was none other than Her Eminence, Queen Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in.
Apollo:
(First, "Your Magistry," and now this... Why doesn't anyone ever tell me these things...?)
Phoenix:
I'd heard she'd served as the Minister of Justice, but she was also a prosecutor?
Apollo:
I'm guessing she probably moved up the ladder from prosecutor to Justice Minister.
Ga'ran:
We prosecuted that case twenty-three years ago, but no verdict was ever rendered. We had won guilty verdicts in every case until then, for no lawyer could stand up to us.
Judge:
Ahh, I am at a loss for words. To think I would once more bear witness to Her Eminence at work in the Hall of Justice.
Ga'ran:
......... Our first trial in twenty-three years... No quarter shall be given to criminals. We shall prosecute them with all our might!
Gallery:
...Ohhh!What a magnificent sight!The queen's attire from her prosecutor days! To think we would get to see it once more!
Apollo:
What the--?! TH-THAT'S Queen Ga'ran?!
Phoenix:
Talk about an extreme makeover.
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. It's all coming back now. The feel of my blood pumping through my veins. Woe to you, O enemies of Khura'in, for I shall personally slice, dice... ...and grind you up into hog feed!
Apollo:
(I don't suppose I can ask her to roll back to her polite, pre-makeover personality...)
Ga'ran:
...Know this, lawyer.
Apollo:
Y-Yes?
Ga'ran:
Now that I stand as prosecutor, consider your defense's bench a headsman's scaffold. If you wish to leave any last words, I advise you to start thinking of them now. ...While you still have a head with which to think, that is.
Apollo:
...Meep. (Sh-She's dead serious.)
Ga'ran:
Now, it is time for the Divination Séance. Rayfa, come forth.
Judge:
Your Benevolence, thank you for gracing us with your presence.
Rayfa:
........................
Judge:
...Your Benevolence? I understand it may be difficult for you, but... ...may we proceed with the Divination Séance?
Rayfa:
............Yes, let us proceed.
Judge:
...Forgive me for asking, but are you feeling physically unwell? If so, I would advise you to avoid any undue exertion.
Rayfa:
.........Um-hmm.
Judge:
...Your Benevolence?
Apollo:
(What's wrong? It's like her mind's anywhere but here.)
Phoenix:
A lot's happened since yesterday. On top of the murder of her beloved father, she found out that he'd been planning a coup. And today she'll have to experience his death through his own eyes.
Apollo:
Yeah... That would be enough to shake anyone up.
Phoenix:
Still, it seems like she's worse off today than she was yesterday.
Rayfa:
...............
Apollo:
(Yeah... I don't remember her being this depressed...)
Ga'ran:
...We must speak with our child. It is a mother's duty to discipline her child, after all. Now, if you would excuse us.
Apollo:
(Discipline? Coming from her, I don't like the sound of that at all...)
Apollo:
(Wait... Ga'ran didn't do something to her, did she?)
Judge:
Your Eminence, about today's Divination Séance... As I understand it, the prosecution has yet to review its content. Is this deviation from protocol a part of your plan?
Ga'ran:
...Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Would you care to explain your actions?
Nahyuta:
Your Eminence... The accused was caught at the scene of the crime. Therefore, I deemed no Séance would be necessary for such a clear-cut case.
Ga'ran:
...You and your bleeding heart. You seek to spare Rayfa the trauma of witnessing her father's death... Is that why you have done this?
Nahyuta:
...N-Not at all.
Rayfa:
.........You were concerned for me, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? 
Apollo:
(That's oddly compassionate of him, all things considered.)
Nahyuta:
...Your Eminence, Your Magistry. Regardless of what is best for Her Benevolence... ...this case is blessed with a bounty of incontrovertible evidence. So I believed we can reach a swift verdict without devoting precious time to a Séance.
Judge:
Hmm... You have a point. Personally, I would like to spare Her Benevolence any undue misery. Experiencing the murder of a loved one is a burden no one should have to bear.
Rayfa:
.........Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, Your Magistry. Can this trial truly proceed without a Divination Séance?
Apollo:
(I can't blame her for not wanting to experience her father's murder firsthand...)
Judge:
Your Eminence? What are your feelings on the matter? Shall we have Her Benevolence return home for some much-needed rest?
Ga'ran:
.........We shall not. You fools spoil her with your feckless words of compassion.
Nahyuta:
!
Judge:
!
Rayfa:
Ngh...
Ga'ran:
...Listen well, Rayfa. You have spoken time and time again about how grown up you are now.
Rayfa:
Y-Yes, but...
Ga'ran:
So, let us see if the royal priestess has truly come into her own. Are you prepared to fulfill your duty and perform the Divination Séance as you should?
Rayfa:
.....................Yes.
Ga'ran:
That's better. See. Problem solved.
Nahyuta:
.........
Apollo:
Poor Rayfa. Is this really a good idea?
Phoenix:
I guess we'll see...
Rayfa:
...Very well. Let us begin... the Divination Séance. Nayna, my robe... .........Oh.
Phoenix:
Looks like Nayna's still missing.
Apollo:
(It's been a whole day already.)
Rayfa:
.........Barbed Head.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Rayfa:
You remove my robe.
Phoenix:
What?! Why me?
Judge:
...Don't keep Her Benevolence waiting now, Mr. Wright. Can't you see she's ready to begin?
Phoenix:
...Great. I've been reduced to "royal robe remover."
Apollo:
(It's like she's grooming Mr. Wright to be Nayna's replacement...)
Judge:
Very well, Your Benevolence. Please start when you are ready.
Rayfa:
.........Ngh...
Ga'ran:
...Come, Rayfa. You know what must be done. There is no turning back now.
Rayfa:
..................I know.
Apollo:
(The final memories of the deceased... This should be interesting.)
Rayfa:
O Holy Mother! We hold this Divination Séance in your name! Let the eyes of everyone here be clear, and our ears be unstopped! O Dance of Devotion! Guide the victim's soul to me! So that we may receive their final memories in the Pool of Souls!
Rayfa:
Haggh! I. I... I... Ah... Auunngh!
Apollo:
!
Nahyuta:
!
Ga'ran:
!
Rayfa:
.................. *huff, puff* *huff, puff* .........*gasp!*
Judge:
Y-Y-Your Benevolence! Wh-What's wrong?!
Ga'ran:
Th-This is... unacceptable!
Judge:
B-Bailiff! Take Her Benevolence to the first-aid station at once!
Apollo:
This is not good...
Judge:
....Your Eminence, do you have any idea why Her Benevolence collapsed so suddenly?
Ga'ran:
...It seems she was not ready for what the deceased was to reveal. It overwhelmed her. Her inexperience and immaturity left her ill-prepared to face her father's death. Hmph. And she said she could go through with it. How very disappointing. 
Apollo:
(I know someone who's not winning "Mother of the Yeah," ever. I mean, of course Rayfa's going to be overwhelmed. She's still just a child!)
Ga'ran:
...It seems we have no choice but to move on to witness testimony. Your Magistry?
Judge:
Oh, yes. Let us proceed. Bailiff, summon the first witness, if you would.
Judge:
Is this not the accused?
Ga'ran:
It is indeed. I thought I would give him the opportunity to plead his case. For true justice is more than a unilateral presentation of the facts by the prosecution.
Apollo:
(That seems uncharacteristically fair of her.)
Ga'ran:
However, should the accused fail to produce convincing testimony... ...he, along with his cabal of traitorous lawyers, shall immediately be found guilty... ...and their heads will roll from their shoulders.
Apollo:
WHAAAAAAT?! I should've known there was a catch!
Dhurke:
Your court, your rules -- same as it always was, I see, Ga'ran.
Judge:
Now, then, Mr. Dhurke Sahdmadhi. If you could enlighten us as to what happened?
Dhurke:
Um, well... I would... if I could...
Witness Testimony
-- Dhurke Explains Himself --
Dhurke:
I was struck by a sudden dizziness the moment I entered the tomb.
The next thing I knew, I was standing there with a bloody knife in my hand.
And lying right in front of me was Inga, dead as a doornail.
I've no recollection of what happened in the interim.
But I didn't kill him. At least, I don't think I did. It'd go against everything I believe in.
Apollo:
............ (That didn't explain squat.)
Ga'ran:
For the record, let it be known... ... that the accused's fingerprints were all over the murder weapon. And since he was caught in the act, there was no chance for a third party to tamper with it.
Judge:
Well, that certainly seems to point the finger at you, Mr. Sahdmadhi.
Dhurke:
Even as a lawyer, I have to agree with you there, Your Magistry. Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(Seriously, Dhurke? This is no laughing matter.)
Phoenix:
This is exactly what Ga'ran wanted. To have Dhurke try to plead his case, only to fail miserably.
Apollo:
How low can she go...?
Ga'ran:
...Prosecutor, behold this most unpleasant of spectacles and let it be etched into your soul. See how instead of accepting the inevitable... ...those fish-brained lawyers flounder and flop themselves straight into the abyss of despair.
Nahyuta:
Yes, Your Eminence! Show me the way!
Judge:
Now, then, would the defense please begin their cross-examination?
Cross Examination
-- Dhurke Explains Himself --
Dhurke:
I was struck by a sudden dizziness the moment I entered the tomb.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You were struck by a sudden dizziness? (Was it because of his illness?) Is that something that has ever happened to you before?
Dhurke:
Can't say that it has. Maybe age is catching up with me. I'm no spring chicken, after all!
Apollo:
(That's not the issue here.)
Ga'ran:
Hmph. A most cunning excuse. One befitting an insidious insurgent.
Dhurke:
Oh?
Ga'ran:
A killer who does not recall his crime... How very convenient. Next, I imagine you will plead insanity. You aim to seek a lesser sentence through excuses and subterfuge, do you not?
Dhurke:
Dhurke:
Don't make me laugh, Your Malevolence.
Ga'ran:
How dare you!
Dhurke:
I'm merely stating my innocence. I've no intention of offering excuses. It's your baseless speculation I would decry as foolish... ...you deceitful witch.
Ga'ran:
.........Is it your wish that I should claim your head right now, in this very hall?
Dhurke:
Well, that would certainly speed things along, hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Um, Dhurke? Why don't you let me handle it from here? And if there's anything you need to say, you can say it through me, okay? (Anything to stop you from needling the queen.)
Ga'ran:
Hmph. Next time you have an objection, you'd better have some proof to go with it, Dhurke.
Judge:
The accused will continue with what he DOES recall of the crime.
Dhurke:
The next thing I knew, I was standing there with a bloody knife in my hand.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Hmm... Do you recall anyone putting the knife in your hand, Dhurke?
Dhurke:
Wish I could say I did, but I don't remember a thing from before I came to. You think there might have been a third party in the tomb, son?
Apollo:
Yeah, because if you didn't do it, then the real killer must've been there with you.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
.................. 
Royal Guard:
You called, Your Eminence?!
Apollo:
(Does she go anywhere without those goons?)
Ga'ran:
Was there a third party in the tomb when you were securing it?
Royal Guard:
No, Your Eminence. We searched hiiiiigh and low, but found no one of the sooooooort!
Ga'ran:
...And there you have it.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. They did search the place.
Ga'ran:
Furthermore... ...my guards had the entire tomb surrounded, so there was no way for anyone to escape.
Royal Guard:
That's right! No one got in or out without our knowledge! Her Eminence's on-site directives were absolutely flaaawless! Ur dihara Ga'ran!
Apollo:
...Argh.
Ga'ran:
Do you see now? The presence of a third party is beyond the realm of possibility. The tomb was, for all intents and purposes... ...completely sealed off from the rest of the world.
Gallery:
What a waste of time.How can it be any more obvious? Dhurke must be the killer.
Apollo:
(Thanks for nothing, gallery guy. As if our graves weren't already deep enough.)
Ga'ran:
Accused. What do you believe about the possible presence of a third party?
Dhurke:
Hmm... Well, based on the situation you presented... ...I'd say the chances are slim to none.
Apollo:
......... (You didn't have to agree with her, Dhurke...)
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. Let the accused's statement be added to his testimony.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Sahdmadhi, if you would...
Apollo:
It's like, the more we press, the thinner our case gets.
Phoenix:
Well, let's keep pressing, and maybe we'll work out the wrinkles in it, too.
Adds statement "The possibility of a third party being there in the tomb is probably nonexistent."
Dhurke:
The possibility of a third party being there in the tomb is probably nonexistent.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
We can't prove you innocent without at least the possibility that a third party was there.
Dhurke:
Find the possible in the impossible, son. That's just what a lawyer's got to do sometimes. Isn't that right... Wright?
Phoenix:
Who, me? ...Yeah, you could say that. I've seen more than my fair share of trials like that... They'd start with no viable evidence, useful testimony, or any hope of winning... But through cold sweat, desperation, and a little luck, I always managed to pull them off.
Dhurke:
...Wright. I can see we are kindred spirits, you and I! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
Jeez, taking cases like that must shave years off your life.
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. If that were true, I'd be long dead.
Apollo:
(Find the possible in the impossible? Can I prove that it was at least possible that there was a third party there?) Dhurke, what did you see at the scene of the crime?
Dhurke:
Let's see, I came to...
Present Mysterious Bloodstain
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Your Eminence, I'm afraid this trial will not go exactly as you anticipated."
Dhurke:
And lying right in front of me was Inga, dead as a doornail.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
YOu stated that he was as dead as a doornail. How can you be so sure?
Dhurke:
It's pretty easy to spot the difference between a soulless man and the soulless shell of a man. His complexion and the amount of blood at the scene made it obvious which it was.
Ga'ran:
Hmph. Watch your words, or you shall join Minister Inga much sooner than expected. You can bow your head before him and seek his forgiveness there in the Twilight Realm. ...If you still have a head to bow, that is.
Dhurke:
You bloodthirsty spider. What happened to you? There was still a little love in your heart twenty-three years ago. You even used to think of me as a brother.
Ga'ran:
........It seems you truly do have a death wish.
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! Is that really all you've got?
Apollo:
Dhurke, I'm begging you... Enough of the lip -- just deliver your testimony. Please.
Dhurke:
All right, all right. I'll try, but I can't promise anything.
Dhurke:
I've no recollection of what happened in the interim.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
A day's passed since the murder. Haven't you remembered anything in that time?
Dhurke:
My memory is a complete blank. It's as if that part of my brain has been scooped right out.
Ga'ran:
How very convenient. But even if you've no memory of the event, your guilt is without question. There is nothing more to debate.
Dhurke:
You're forgetting one thing, Ga'ran. I have no motive.
Ga'ran:
You lead a band of insurgents that seeks to overthrow the government. I would say that alone is motive enough to slay our kingdom's minister of justice.
Dhurke:
Dhurke:
I've declared countless times that I lead a bloodless revolution. I forbid violence and murder, even if some younger members may have a thirst for blood.
Apollo:
(A bloodless revolution... He wouldn't really have a motive, in that case. Is that an important statement?)
Yes, it is
Apollo:
That was an important statement. I'd like my client to add it to his testimony.
Judge:
Very well, then. The accused will please do as the defense has requested.
Adds statement "I don't have a motive for killing Inga. After all, me and my ilk seek a bloodless revolution."
No, it isn't
(No, it's not all that important.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Dhurke:
I don't have a motive for killing Inga. After all, me and my ilk seek a bloodless revolution.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
A bloodless revolution? Could you be more specific?
Dhurke:
I'm talking about dragging this pompous prosecutor here off her bloody throne. So go ahead, Ga'ran, act all high and mighty now, because it's the last chance you'll get.
Ga'ran:
You still speak of rebellion despite the charges against you? You truly are a fool. I will prove your guilt soon enough, and display your head for all of Khura'in to see. People will forever speak of you -- not as a revolutionary, but as the terrorist you are. 
Dhurke:
You're mistaken, Your Maleficence. It will be YOU the people will speak of... ...as the tyrant who was overthrown by her own people.
Ga'ran:
.........I wonder if you will still be spewing such nonsense before the headsman's axe?
Dhurke:
Hah-ha ha ha ha ha! I'm afraid I'll still be like this in the afterlife, despot!
Apollo:
(I know that self-restraint is as foreign as apple pie to Dhurke, but... ...I'd really rather go home than to the Twilight Realm after this.)
Dhurke:
But I didn't kill him. At least, I don't think I did. It'd go against everything I believe in.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Can you state that you didn't kill him more definitively?
Dhurke:
How can I, when I have no memory of what happened?
Apollo:
Well, can you at least state whether or not you are a murderer?
Dhurke:
That, I can do. I am not a murderer. And I would never kill anyone, no matter the circumstances.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
And do you have any evidence to support your claim that you did not kill the minister?
Dhurke:
Evidence? No. Can't say I do...
Ga'ran:
In that case, you sill strike the statement "I didn't kill him" from your testimony.
Apollo:
Wait. You can't just discard testimony like that. I mean... I'm the one cross-examining the defendant and all...
Ga'ran:
Hold your prattling tongue, foreign devil! I am the queen of this kingdom. And the queen IS the law. As such, I need not follow the laws that are in place. I can make and break them at will! 
Judge:
Henceforth, the accused will refrain from stating "I didn't kill him."
Apollo:
Whaaaaaat?!
Dhurke:
Sure. Whatever. It's "The Ga'ran Show," after all. Same as always.
Changes statement from "But I didn't kill him. At least, I don't think I did. It'd go against everything I believe in." to "Though, I guess there's no evidence that proves I didn't kill him either..."
Dhurke:
Though, I guess there's no evidence that proves I didn't kill him either...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Dhurke, leave the evidence-finding to me. Now please, will you stop agreeing with everything the prosecution says?
Dhurke:
All right. I'll stick to the facts from now on. But remember, son, if you truly believe in me, you should be able to prove my innocence. I know you can do it.
Apollo:
(He believes I'll prove him innocent. Even with all these inconvenient truths? Is that what he's saying?)
Phoenix:
I think Dhurke might be on to something. Even the most disadvantageous facts may point the way to the truth. So don't ignore them. Think of them as food for thought.
Apollo:
Don't worry, I know. (The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles. I need to remember that, no matter how difficult the facts may be to deal with.)
Before adding statement "The possibility of a third party being there in the tomb is probably nonexistent."
Apollo:
His testimony didn't exactly explain anything, did it?
Phoenix:
Nope. In fact, he basically just testified to the effect of he CAN'T explain himself. But that's undoubtedly what Ga'ran wanted.
Apollo:
Just great...
Phoenix:
Apollo. We need to turn Dhurke's non-explanation into an explanation about something. Fast.
After adding statement "The possibility of a third party being there in the tomb is probably nonexistent."
Phoenix:
If only we could establish the possibility of a third party...
Apollo:
But does the possibility itself even exist?
Phoenix:
We don't have a choice. Proving it exists is the only way to start a real dialogue here.
Apollo:
Your Eminence, I'm afraid this trial will not go exactly as you anticipated. Because I can show how there might have been a third party in that tomb!
Ga'ran:
...Oh, how very fascinating. Go on; I do so love a good fairy tale.
Apollo:
We did a luminol test at the crime scene. And we found a bloodstain that didn't match the justice minister's blood. I will remind you that neither Dhurke nor Ms. Fey were injured during the incident. The thing is, this bloodstain we found had been wiped up by someone.
Judge:
What's this?! B-But... Who would've done such a thing?
Apollo:
That's the big question, isn't it? Who wiped up the blood, and why? Thinking about it logically... It must be someone who wanted to conceal their presence at the scene of the crime. 
Ga'ran:
Oh? And to whom do you suppose the bloodstain might belong?
Apollo:
The bloodstain belongs to...
Amara
Apollo:
The bloodstain belongs to Amara Sigatar Khura'in, the previous queen of Khura'in!
Judge:
Why would Queen Amara's blood be in such a place?
Apollo:
Maybe it got there when she was assassinated.
Judge:
Her tomb was erected on top of the very spot where her residence was put to torch. How could her blood have ended up inside it?
Apollo:
Stranger things have happened.
Judge:
Yes, like you going this long without a penalty.
Apollo:
Argh! (I guess I was really reaching there.)
Phoenix:
Apollo, think about who would want to conceal a trail of their own blood. You should be able to make an educated guess from there.
Apollo:
Right! I got this!
Leads back to:
"The bloodstain belongs to..."
The real killer
Leads to:
"The bloodstain belongs to the real killer, of course."
The victim
Apollo:
The bloodstain belongs to the victim. Minister Inga was stabbed, after all!
Ga'ran:
And? Do you also know who wiped it up?
Apollo:
Um... maybe the royal guard after they stormed in?
Ga'ran:
You contend they neglected their duty to preserve the crime scene?
Apollo:
Maybe one of them was the royal janitor, and just couldn't help himself.
Ga'ran:
Such an imbecile would never rise to the rank of royal guard. Your Magistry!
Judge:
Clean up your act, defense!
Apollo:
Angh! (Where's a royal janitor when you need one?)
Phoenix:
Apollo, just think about who would want to cover up their bloodstain.
Apollo:
R-Right. Got it.
Leads back to:
"The bloodstain belongs to..."
Apollo:
The bloodstain belongs to the real killer, of course. Whoever it was, they were probably shot while they were attacking Minister Inga. And since their blood would give them away, they had to wipe it up. And I say this because we know for a fact that the justice minister fired his gun in the tomb.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
You have the memory of a flea. There was nowhere for anyone to hid. This, too, is a known fact.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But a bloodstain from a third party means there must've been someone hiding there.
Ga'ran:
...Very well, then, tell me this: Where was this third party hiding?
Apollo:
Oh, um...
Phoenix:
The crime scene was thoroughly searched after it was discovered. So if there was a hiding place, it would have to be somewhere no one would dare look.
Apollo:
(Somewhere no one would dare look? Hmm...)
Judge:
Let's have your answer, defense. Now, where could a third party have hidden?
Present Sarcophagus
Leads to:
"There's one place no one would search, not even the queen's royal guard."
Present anywhere else
Judge:
How could anyone have hidden there?
Apollo:
Well... think of it this way. The killer could have hidden anywhere.
Judge:
I am afraid I don't follow.
Apollo:
What if the killer was a dwarf? That means the smallest of spaces could become a hiding place.
Judge:
By dwarf... you mean those little people who appear in fairy tales?
Apollo:
Exactly. That solves all the mysteries surrounding this case! After the royal guard stormed in, the dwarf escaped through the partially opened door... ...or clung on to one of the guards when they were leaving.
Judge:
What nonsense! Did the dwarf also make off with your brain, defense?!
Apollo:
B-But you can't unequivocally assert that there wasn't a dwarf there, can you?
Ga'ran:
Just as you cannot assert there was one there, either.
Apollo:
...Oh, right. Well, let's just forget I said that then.
Judge:
The Hall of Justice is no place for flights of fancy!
Apollo:
I-I'll stay more grounded next time! Promise!
Leads back to:
"Now, where could a third party have hidden?"
Apollo:
There's one place no one would search, not even the queen's royal guard. And that would be... Inside Queen Aamara's sarcophagus. Even now, it's locked up tight. No one would find you if you hid in there. I'm told that it's temperature-controlled to preserve the mummy within. But if someone dressed warmly enough, they could withstand the cold for a short time.
Judge:
Th-This is sacrilege! Surely the perpetrator of such a foul deed would be cursed!
Apollo:
But that's just it. The killer knew everyone would be too scared to open the sarcophagus.
Phoenix:
True. The guards were so scared of being cursed, they wouldn't even touch it.
Apollo:
And when the coast was clear... ...the killer made a quick escape from within their frigid confines. 
Judge:
Well, now! That does sound like a plausible method of evading capture.
Apollo:
The defense requests a DNA test on the bloodstain! And then we'll see just who the real killer is!
Ga'ran:
Such insolence!
Apollo:
...!
Ga'ran:
...Bow our head and knell, lawyer... ...so your head may be parted from your shoulders.
Apollo:
Huh? But the trial's not even over. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Ga'ran:
How soon you forget. You are already on the headsman's scaffold. As such, I could order your beheading at any moment.
Apollo:
.........Um, all I did was request a DNA test.
Ga'ran:
There is no need to request such a test. Royal guard. Bring it forth now.
Royal Guard:
Here you are, Your Eminence!
Ga'ran:
The police have already identified the source of the bloodstain. The DNA test revealed... ...that the blood is of the traitor, Dhurke Sahdmadhi.
Apollo:
What?! But Dhurke wasn't injured. So where did his blood come from?
Phoenix:
Maybe he coughed it up.
Apollo:
! (Dhurke's illness... Still there was a lot of blood. Could he have really coughed up that much? And did he wipe it up to hide his failing health? Dhurke... Is it really that bad...?)
Dhurke:
Aw, shoot. You got me.
Mysterious Bloodstain updated in the Court Record.
Ga'ran:
Pay attention, Horned Devil. For this case has already been solved. You claimed that this bloodstain would lead us to the real killer, did you not?
Apollo:
Um, about that...
Ga'ran:
Did you or did you not make that claim of your own volition, defense?
Apollo:
Yes... I did.
Phoenix:
...After she steered you in that direction, that is.
Apollo:
Arnngh...! (I fell right into her trap.)
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. Do you see now, the folly in opposing the very embodiment of the law? Whatever you say or do shall come to no avail. A third party at the scene of the crime? It's beyond the realm of possibility!
Apollo:
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Royal Guard:
Praise be for Queen Ga'ran! Her Eminence's legal tactics are beyond compare!
Phoenix:
I hate to say this, but she really got us good.
Ga'ran:
The key to Amara's sarcophagus is under the protection of the royal family. My husband and I are the only ones who could open it. Therefore, it would be impossible for some knave to open it.
Apollo:
(Can I really discount the sarcophagus as a hiding place, though? What if the real killer is still in there? ...No, that's just ridiculous.)
Ga'ran:
I believe we have rebels and sympathizers in the gallery today. It is to you I speak. Have you been listening? Dhurke Sahdmadhi, the one who proclaimed a bloodless revolt... ...has betrayed your cause by resorting to murder.
Gallery:
No, it can't be. Dhurke would never...There must be some kind of mistake.
Dhurke:
........................
Apollo:
(The Defiant Dragons and their sympathizers are starting to have doubts.)
Phoenix:
So this is why Ga'ran allowed us to cross-examine Dhurke. By establishing his guilt in Inga's murder... ...she's effectively damaged his reputation among those who support him.
Apollo:
True, but now we have an even bigger problem.
Ga'ran:
And now, filthy lawyers, you will honor your end of the bargain. Accept your guilty verdict for your failure to explain your client's actions.
Apollo:
.........*gulp*
Judge:
Huh?
Ga'ran:
Now, I shall pass judgment on the criminal, Dhurke Sahdmadhi.
Judge:
What's this? You...? Shall pass judgment...? ...But Your Eminence, is that not my role...?
Ga'ran:
Hold your tongue. You are but a figurehead before me, the embodiment of law. ...Consider yourself dismissed.
Judge:
..................
Ga'ran:
As queen of Khura'in, I shall now pass judgment upon the accused!
Guilty
Apollo:
............
Judge:
..................
Dhurke:
........................
........................
Apollo:
Apollo:
Wait, wait, wait! You didn't even give me a chance to rebut!
Ga'ran:
Know when you are defeated, lawyer. .........But just this once, I am willing to show you the depths of my compassion. Tell me why I should allow these proceedings to continue. Come, convince me.
Phoenix:
Q-Quick, Apollo! Even if you have to bluff, we've got to keep this trial going. Show her that the crime could've been committed by a third party!
Apollo:
How am I supposed to do that?!
Phoenix:
O-Oh, um... Why don't you start with... um... How about the timing of Inga's murder?
Apollo:
What?
Phoenix:
This whole case is built on a single premise... ...that Inga was murdered after Dhurke entered the tomb. But what if that's not true?
Apollo:
Like, if our assumptions are all wrong? (Hmm... It just might work...)
Judge:
Well, don't keep us waiting, defense.
Apollo:
Umm... Dhurke became the prime suspect... ...because it didn't seem probable that there was a third party at the scene of the crime. But there is another question we should ask ourselves at this time. Was Minister Inga really killed after Dhurke entered the tomb?
Ga'ran:
......... What nonsense is this?
Apollo:
Setting aside the assumption that the murder occurred after Dhurke arrived on the scene... ...opens up the possibility of a third party committing the crime. The question before us is, when was Minister Inga really killed?
After the body was found
Apollo:
Maybe he was murdered after his body was found.
Judge:
......I'm afraid I don't understand. How could there have been a body to discover BEFORE the murder occurred?
Apollo:
It's like one of those Zen riddles. I saw a show about them on TV the other day. They're questions or stories that can't be explained using logic. But continual meditation on the illogical can lead to enlightenment. A famous example is, "What is the sound of one hand clapping?"
Judge:
...I have a better question, defense. What is the sound of one penalty landing?!
Apollo:
Oww!
Phoenix:
Better save those riddles for later, Apollo.
Apollo:
L-Let me try that again, Your Magistry!
Leads back to:
"The question before us is, when was Minister Inga really killed?"
After Dhurke entered the tomb
Apollo:
A third party committed the murder after Dhurke entered the tomb.
Judge:
Oh? Could you kindly tell us who it was and how they did it?
Apollo:
...I was going to do that right now, with everyone's help, of course.
Judge:
What a wonderful idea... ...were this a classroom.
Apollo:
...Lesson learned.
Phoenix:
Apollo, if Dhurke isn't the culprit... ...then it should really narrow down when the murder could've happened.
Apollo:
R-Right... Could I have another shot at that, please, Your Magistry?
Leads back to:
"The question before us is, when was Minister Inga really killed?"
Before Dhurke entered the tomb
Leads to:
"Isn't it possible that..."
Apollo:
Isn't it possible that... ...before Dhurke even set foot in the tomb, Minister Inga was already dead?
Judge:
Hmm... That would certainly make the possibility of a third party more probable.
Dhurke:
...Why, of course. I fell unconscious right after I entered the tomb. Even if I hadn't, I wouldn't have had a clear line of sight to his body from the entrance. Which means...
Apollo:
...You wouldn't have noticed his body either way. This scenario is entirely possible. And so we can't rule out the possibility of a third person committing the crime.
Judge:
......I see... Well, that certainly does make sense.
Apollo:
(So far, so good... This might actually work!)
Ga'ran:
.........Very well. I shall play along with whatever little game you have knocking around in that tiny mind. I was starting to get quite bored of all this; I could do with a distraction.
Apollo:
(Yes!)
Ga'ran:
Let us hear some testimony that will shed light on when exactly the minister was slain. Bailiff, summon Rayfa. Surely she has recovered by now.
Judge:
.........B-But what about me...? Don't I serve a purpose anymore...?
Judge:
I hope you are feeling better, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
.........Must I perform the Divination Séance?
Judge:
What? ...Oh, no, no. We merely require your testimony this time.
Rayfa:
............... ...How could my testimony be of any value?
Judge:
Your Benevolence?
Apollo:
Princess Rayfa seems awfully depressed.
Phoenix:
After what she's been through, summoning her again is like rubbing salt in the wound. Being unable to perform the Séance was probably the last straw.
Apollo:
(I hope she doesn't pass out again.)
Rayfa:
...Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, may I ask you something?
Nahyuta:
Of course, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
I, um... I've been meaning to ask you this since yesterday. Did you know about... ...Queen Amara... ...and... about me?
Nahyuta:
! From where did you hear such a thing...?
Rayfa:
From Mother... and only yesterday.
Ga'ran:
Rayfa was carrying on about telling the truth to the people. So I told her. I told her what the "truth" really was. For it is up to a mother to discipline her child.
Nahyuta:
...I see. Be as it may, Your Benevolence, it has no bearing upon our trial here today. So, there is no need to let it trouble you.
Rayfa:
...I know.
Phoenix:
...Ga'ran told Rayfa about something other than Amara's status?
Apollo:
Sounds like it, but what could it be?
Ga'ran:
Rayfa, the defense has proposed something preposterous. They somehow think your father was already dead when Dhurke entered the tomb. But I believe you can prove them wrong. Are you prepared to do what is required of you?
Rayfa:
..................Yes. I am ready to testify.
Judge:
Very well, then, Your Benevolence. Your testimony, if you please...
Witness Testimony
-- What Rayfa Witnessed --
Rayfa:
On the day of the murder, I was gazing upon the courtyard from my second-floor veranda.
Around 2:30 PM, I saw my father heading for Amara's Tomb.
Then, at about 2:45, I saw Barbed Head and company enter the courtyard.
I saw no one go in or out of the tomb after my father entered at about 2:30.
Apollo:
Your second-floor veranda? (Oh, she must be talking about that house facing Inga's private residence.) So that's the location from which you saw your father? And at about 2:30?
Rayfa:
Yes. And shortly after that, you people arrived at the royal residence.
Judge:
So, after the minister entered Amara's Tomb at around 2:30... ...no one went in or out of there until the murder was discovered?
Ga'ran:
The tomb is closed to outsiders, so no one could have snuck in before the murder. That rules out any possibility of a third party lying in wait to slay my poor husband.
Apollo:
(Or so she'd like us to believe.)
Ga'ran:
Now hear me, you useless lawyer. Cease this charade and bow before me. For I, Queen Ga'ran, shall finally have your head!
Apollo:
Nngh...
Judge:
Forgive me, Your Eminence, but first, let us allow the defense to question the witness.
Cross-Examination
-- What Rayfa Witnessed --
Rayfa:
On the day of the murder, I was gazing upon the courtyard from my second-floor veranda.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You say you'd been watching the courtyard until we arrived, correct? That seems like an awfully long time.
Rayfa:
............There is much that weighs on my mind.
Apollo:
I see... (She really does sound troubled.)
Phoenix:
I don't think she ever fully recovered from the previous trial.
Maya:
...Your Benevolence. As crown princess, you are destined to rule this kingdom one day. That means there will be many things that you alone must determine. Things like how to keep your people happy, and what is true and what is false... And most importantly, what role you must play therein.
Rayfa:
.................. I wonder if I am even up to the task.
Apollo:
...I guess it's not easy being a princess. ...Um, Your Benevolence? I'd be happy to lend an ear if you'd ever like to talk.
Rayfa:
.........Hmph. What would you know of my woes? Do not presume to exceed your station in life!
Apollo:
(Sheesh... Teenagers.)
Judge:
Your Benevolence, what did you witness from your veranda?
Rayfa:
Well...
Rayfa:
Around 2:30 PM, I saw my father heading for Amara's Tomb.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Did your father seem different or troubled in any way?
Rayfa:
Hmm, let me think... ...Oh, there was one unusual thing.
Apollo:
There was?
Rayfa:
Yes, a shriek emanated from within my father's quarters... ...after which I witnessed him bolt outside, his countenance drained of its usual color.
Apollo:
He screamed and he was looking pale? What do you suppose happened?
Rayfa:
I know not. Perhaps he had a bad dream.
Apollo:
Maybe it was a nightmare about being raked over the coals by the queen.
Ga'ran:
...It seems our young lawyer here wishes to hasten his journey to the Twilight Realm.
Apollo:
S-Sorry, sorry! That was rude of me.
Judge:
Does the defense believe the witness's last statement to be important?
Apollo:
I believe it is. I would like the witness to add it to her testimony.
Adds statement "My father let out a scream and came dashing out of his room -- his face, pale."
Press (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Rayfa:
My father let out a scream and came dashing out of his room -- his face, pale.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Hmm... And why do you think he screamed? Was he surprised by someone who didn't belong there? Did anyone else come out?
Rayfa:
I-I... I didn't see anyone else... Just my father.
Apollo:
(That last statement was seriously lacking in conviction. Should I press her on this?)
Be nice and leave it be
Apollo:
(Poor thing, I feel sorry for her. I'll just leave it be for now.) Your Benevolence, please continue with your testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press softly
Apollo:
Your Benevolence. 
Rayfa:
Y-Yes? This incident was a real shock to us all. It must have been really terrible for you. But I want to let you know, I know how you feel.
Rayfa:
P-Please, stop. You... presume too much.
Apollo:
It's times like these that you need something to take your mind off things! How about we all go on a picnic together or something?!
Rayfa:
.........I need no sympathy from you! Go on your little picnic alone, Horn Head!
Apollo:
(Well, that didn't go well.)
Phoenix:
Apollo. You have to take a more aggressive approach with people like her.
Apollo:
(Yeah, he's probably right.)
Rayfa:
...Now, back to my testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press harshly
Apollo:
Your Benevolence! Let's have some details! The more, the better!
Rayfa:
D-Details, you say? 
Apollo:
Yes. For example, are you sure you didn't see anyone in the royal residence before 2:30?
Rayfa:
.........
Apollo:
Well?! Is that a yes or a no?!
Rayfa:
Eek! F-Foreign devil! I'd been gazing upon the courtyard since about 2 yesterday... ...yet I saw none other than my father. .........Oh, if only I had stopped him then. *sniffle*
Phoenix:
I think you've struck a nerve, or rather, obliterated one.
Apollo:
Maybe I pressed a little too hard... (Still... that last statement seemed a little off somehow.) So, you didn't see anyone except your father in the courtyard after 2PM, huh. Please add that to your testimony, Your Benevolence. 
Adds statement "I had been gazing upon the courtyard since about 2, but father was the only one I saw."
Press (after adding statement "I had been gazing upon the courtyard since about 2, but father was the only one I saw.")
Apollo:
Rafya:
I had been gazing upon the courtyard since about 2, but father was the only one I saw.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Is the royal residence always so empty? 
Rayfa:
Naturally. It is where the royal family lives, and we are few in number. Besides Nayna and the little birds who visit, I have no one else to talk to.
Apollo:
(Is there anything more stereotypically princess-y than talking to birds?) So Nayna wasn't around at all yesterday?
Rayfa:
It seems she was quite busy. I was all alone the entire day. It's been like that a lot lately.
Phoenix:
Rayfa doesn't go to school, so she probably doesn't have any close friends. She must lead a rather solitary life.
Apollo:
I guess being a princess isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Ga'ran:
.........Rayfa, I shall buy you a new servant.
Rafya:
I-I don't want you to buy me a servant like some sort of pet! I want Nayna!
Apollo:
(I'm beginning to see why Rayfa turned out like she did.)
Judge:
Your Benevolence, please tell us about what happened after you saw your father.
Rayfa:
Well, it was around 2:30 when I saw him heading for the tomb...
Present Ahlbi's Statement
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Your Benevolence."
Rayfa:
Then, at about 2:45, I saw Barbed Head and company enter the courtyard.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
2:45... Yes, I believe that's around when we arrived. Mr. Wright, Athena, Dhurke, and I were running toward the tomb.
Rayfa:
Yes. I was taken aback, as we don't normally see commoners in the palace courtyard. Even more shocking was that Dhurke -- a wanted man -- was with you.
Apollo:
Yeah, I suppose so.
Rayfa:
I thought the villainous leader of the Defiant Dragons was here with his minions... ...because it was, you know, "time for a revolution."
Apollo:
I think you've been watching too much of that TV show.
Ga'ran:
I have already banned its broadcast for containing content unsuitable for our kingdom. Besides, the actress playing Rayfa looked nothing like her. I can't have my subjects feeling so... disappointed when they see the real Rayfa.
Rayfa:
M-Mother...! Why are you so cruel to me?! Are you so ashamed?! Once I am all grown up, I shall be just as full-figured as that actress!
Phoenix:
She's placing all her hopes on one final growth spurt.
Apollo:
For her sake, I hope it's in her DNA...
Ga'ran:
I suppose you could always hope for a miracle...
Rayfa:
Oooh... I'll show you! I shall double my milk intake and grow up big and strong!
Judge:
There there, Your Benevolence. I think you are fine, just the way you are. Now, may I ask that you continue with your testimony?
Rayfa:
...I wish I could grow up faster.
Rayfa:
I saw no one go in or out of the tomb after my father entered at about 2:30.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Is it possible you missed seeing someone pass through?
Rayfa:
No. My veranda has a commanding view of the entire grounds, and I saw no one else.
Apollo:
(Hmm... But that doesn't seem right, somehow.)
Ga'ran:
Hmph. Do not underestimate my daughter. She may be lacking elsewhere, but her eyes are the finest.
Rayfa:
L-Lacking elsewhere?
Apollo:
(Talk about a mother I'd never wish on my worst enemy...)
Phoenix:
She needs Nayna now more than ever.
Before adding statement "I had been gazing upon the courtyard since about 2, but father was the only one I saw."
Phoenix:
So no one entered the tomb after Inga went in at about 2:30? And no one was seen leaving it, either?
Apollo:
But if the murder occurred before 3 PM... ...then Rayfa should have seen the killer going in or out.
Phoenix:
Well... ...we'll just have to try to get as much info out of her as we can.
After adding statement "I had been gazing upon the courtyard since about 2, but father was the only one I saw."
Phoenix:
Rayfa didn't see anybody in the royal residence area after 2PM? 
Apollo:
That's a really long time to just look at a courtyard...
Phoenix:
She was probably lost in thought. She's at the age where I'm sure she's got a lot on her mind.
Apollo:
Your Benevolence. You're covering for someone, aren't you?
Rayfa:
Huh?! I-I-I... I don't know what you're talking about.
Apollo:
(Sorry Rayfa, but you're not gonna like this...) ...Well, the thing is, I have a statement here that you might find interesting. It's from a witness who claims that... ...around 2 PM, his dog got loose and ran into the palace courtyard. That's when the little fellow stole this hat from someone.
Rayfa:
Ah! That's...! That's Nayna's! ...I mean! Nothing! Never mind!
Apollo:
...............
Ga'ran:
.........You fool of a daughter.
Phoenix:
It seems the princess made a blunder.
Apollo:
Um... So let me get this straight. This is Nayna's hat, which means she had to have been in the royal residence at around 2. If so, then you had to have seen Nayna sometime after 2 PM yesterday!
Rayfa:
Ooh. Noooooooooooo!
Apollo:
Please, Your Benevolence, tell us what you REALLY saw!
Rayfa:
............Urngh. It is as you say, Horn Head. I... I saw Nayna. And I saw that... that dingbat dog steal her hat from her in front of my father's residence.
Apollo:
(I knew it!) ...Why didn't you say so in the first place?
Rayfa:
B-Because, um... my mother told me not to.
Apollo:
What?! ...Would you care to explain, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:
I requested she withhold said information, for it is of no relevance to this case.
Apollo:
Apollo:
You don't get to decide--
Ga'ran:
Such insolence!
Ga'ran:
If you disagree, then prove that it is relevant to the case at hand.
Apollo:
...Oh, I will. Your Benevolence, please tell us everything you witnessed when you saw Nayna.
Rafya:
A-All right. When I saw that dingbat dog attack Nayna, I ran to help. I raced from my second-floor veranda down into the courtyard.
Apollo:
Wait. That means that while you were coming down, you took your eyes off the courtyard.
Rayfa:
Yes, but only for a moment.
Apollo:
This... This is crucial testimony! If you took your eyes off the courtyard... ...it means somebody else could've entered the tomb without you ever knowing!
Rayfa:
.........Ah!
Apollo:
Your Benevolence... Are you sure no one else was there?
Rayfa:
O-Oh, uhh... Yes...
Apollo:
(She's hiding something again.) ...What about Nayna? Were you able to help her?
Rayfa:
Wh-When I got down to the courtyard, Nayna was... She was gone.
Apollo:
G-Gone?
Rayfa:
Yes, and I never saw her again after that.
Apollo:
Any idea what happened?
Rayfa:
...Th-That dingbat dog must have gobbled her up!
Apollo:
.........I seriously doubt that. (But how could Nayna simply disappear while Rayfa wasn't looking? ...Rayfa must know something. The only question is, what?)
Why Shah'do was in the courtyard
Apollo:
Do you have any idea why that dog was in the courtyard?
Rayfa:
No.
Apollo:
(She brushed that off real quick.) Um, could you please think a little harder?
Rayfa:
Those puppy dog eyes will not help me recall something I know nothing about, Horn Head.
Apollo:
P-Puppy dog eyes...?
Phoenix:
Apollo, we already know the answer to your question, remember?
Apollo:
Oh, right. (And it really has nothing to do with the case...)
Leads back to:
"...Rayfa must know something. The only question is, what?"
Where Nayna disappeared to
Leads to:
"Do you have any idea..."
Why Nayna disappeared
Apollo:
Why do you suppose Nayna disappeared? Even an educated guess would help. 
Rayfa:
For example...?
Apollo:
For example, maybe she got fed up with you acting like a spoiled child? You know, something like that.
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rafya:
Such impudence! Nayna would not leave me merely for acting spoiled!
Apollo:
You're not even going to deny your behavior? (In any case, it seems I was wrong. Moving right along...)
Leads back to:
"...Rayfa must know something. The only question is, what?"
Apollo:
Do you have any idea... where Nayna disappeared to?
Rayfa:
Wh-What do you mean?!
Apollo:
Well, during the time you took your eyes off the courtyard... ...someone could have headed into the tomb. And it just so happens that Nayna disappeared right at that moment.
Rayfa:
No!
Phoenix:
Wait, you think Nayna had something to do with the murder?
Apollo:
I don't think we can rule it out. It sounds like something had kept Nayna occupied since the early morning. Plus, she was seen right before the murder, and then seemed to vanish into thin air.
Phoenix:
You're right! And since she's Rayfa's attendant... ...she could come and go as she pleased within the palace grounds.
Apollo:
(Could Rayfa's attendant really be the killer? But that would mean...)
Rayfa:
First my father, and now Nayna...? These were the people I trusted most... How could this be...?
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
Hmph. Do not heed their lies. Lawyers are a foul breed, quick to claim that a third party is to blame for a crime. ...Nayna did not enter the tomb, that much is certain.
Apollo:
How can you be so sure?
Ga'ran:
When Nayna's hat was stolen... ...that crazed cur spilled an urn full of water upon my husband's doorstep. Is that not right, Rayfa?
Rayfa:
Yes. Yes, it is. While that dingbat dog was tugging on Nayna's hat, it tipped over the urn. 
Ga'ran:
The bottoms of her shoes would have been soaked with water. And if she had truly headed into the tomb with wet shoes... ...she would have left shoeprints along the way. But the only shoeprints to be found belonged to my husband, Inga.
Apollo:
Huh? Th-Then...
Ga'ran:
That's right. Nayna never did go into the tomb that day. Instead, she entered my husband's private quarters.
Apollo:
How do you know?
Ga'ran:
It's quite simple. Shoeprints were discovered in Inga's private quarters. Shoeprints that belonged to Nayna.
Phoenix:
That's right! Edgeworth and I did see some shoeprints in there.
Ga'ran:
Now do you understand? Nayna could not have possibly have gone into the tomb. And that supposed third person at the crime scene is but a figment of your imagination.
Apollo:
Argh.
Royal Guard:
Another gloooorious deduction! All hail the genius that is Her Eminence, Queen Ga'raaan! Bow down before her glory, witless laaawyer! Ur dihara Ga'ran!
Apollo:
(Could those guys fanboy any harder? But is it really true? Did Nayna not go into the tomb?)
Phoenix:
...Excuse me, but...
Apollo:
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, what time was it when that dog attacked Nayna?
Rayfa:
I believe it was about 2:15 PM.
Phoenix:
I see... Apollo. If Nayna entered Inga's private quarters at around 2:15... ...and Inga came racing out at around 2:30... ...pale-faced and screaming, then...
Apollo:
Ah! I know what you're getting at! .........Yes, that might explain his scream.
Judge:
Would the defense please share their theory regarding Justice Minister Inga's scream?
Apollo:
C-Certainly, Your Magistry. Minister Inga screamed because...
He had a bad dream
Apollo:
He must've had a bad dream.
Rayfa:
What sort of dream could cause my father to let out such a howl?
Apollo:
Um... Maybe he'd dreamt of you becoming a juvenile delinquent.
Rayfa:
What?
Apollo:
Dying your hair purple, chasing him around on a motorcycle... Stuff like that.
Rayfa:
...Excuse me?
Phoenix:
That would freak out any parent, that's for sure. But would it change anything we know about this case?
Apollo:
Guess not... (Let's try that again.)
Leads back to:
"Minister Inga screamed because..."
He was attacked by Nayna
Leads to:
"Maybe he was attacked by Nayna."
He saw a ghost
Apollo:
Maybe he saw a ghost. Maybe even a bunch of ghosts, like from all the people he's sentenced to death.
Rayfa:
G-G-Ghosts? Really?
Apollo:
Sure. And they'll be back tonight. The spirits of the dead, unable to rest in peace.
Rayfa:
Eeeeek!
Apollo:
If you're not careful, Your Benevolence, they might curse you too.
Rayfa:
That's enough!
Rayfa:
S-S-Stop, please! I'll never be able to sleep again!
Apollo:
You seem awfully frightened for a princess who communes with spirits.
Phoenix:
Apollo, don't you think you've teased her enough? Come on. Let's think this one over again.
Apollo:
You're right.
Leads back to:
"Minister Inga screamed because..."
Apollo:
Maybe he was attacked by Nayna. This would make the justice minister's private quarters the real scene of the crime.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
Does your idiocy know no bounds? The minister's body was found in the tomb. Or are you suggesting that the body was moved?
Apollo:
Do I think the minister was moved from his private quarters? I think the possibility...
Exists
Apollo:
Considering the fact that the body was found in the tomb, I'd say there is a possibility.
Ga'ran:
Hmph. What utter nonsense. Rayfa had been watching the courtyard. Yet you would suggest that someone could have transported the body unnoticed?
Apollo:
You... have a point there. In that case...
Leads to:
"I'd say... there's no way that the body was moved."
Does not exist
Leads to:
"I'd say... there's no way that the body was moved."
Apollo:
I'd say... there's no way that the body was moved. After all, there was an awful lot of blood in the tomb.
Phoenix:
I understand if the scream was in reaction to Nayna's attack... But Inga died in the tomb.
Apollo:
...We need to explain how those two realities could coincide. (How are we supposed to do that?) ............... Oh, maybe... Maybe where he was stabbed and where he died were two completely different locations.
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Apollo:
It's just, let's look at this as simply as possible. If the minister's body wasn't moved... ...he might've been stabbed by Nayna in his private quarters... ...but then died in the tomb.
Judge:
Hmm? ...............Hrrmm, I see. On the one hand, that seems plausible, but on the other, it seems decidedly implausible. 
Ga'ran:
...Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, what is that fool babbling on about now? Is this a riddle from one of those "fortune cookies" Americans seems so fond of?
Nahyuta:
Perhaps. But I believe he himself does not know what he means to say. In all likelihood, it was a poor attempt to confuse us. We should simply ignore him.
Apollo:
Apollo:
I wasn't finished yet, so hold off on the analysis, would you? The autopsy report never stated that the minister's death was instantaneous. So, he could have conceivably moved from one place to another after being stabbed.
Judge:
Oh, my! Are you...?! Are you suggesting he ran all the way to the tomb with a knife sticking out of his back?
Apollo:
.........Well, yes, that's the gist of it.
Phoenix:
In short, Minister Inga saw Nayna with a knife... ...let out a scream, and when he turned his back to her to flee...
Apollo:
Right. And that's when he was stabbed from behind. Well, Your Magistry? Does my theory hold water?
Ga'ran:
Such insolence!
Ga'ran:
...How dare you bore me like this?
Apollo:
Huh?
Ga'ran:
You are a humorless moron, spewing an endless stream of unamusing drivel.
Apollo:
I wasn't trying to be funny, Your Eminence.
Ga'ran:
.........Prosecutor, enlighten this ignorant clown in lawyer's clothing.
Nahyuta:
...Your Eminence. Hah!
Apollo:
............N-Nahyuta? 
Nahyuta:
You dull, slow-witted, putrid minded lawyer. Perhaps YOU would be too stupid to notice you had been stabbed in the back... ...but a normal person would have noticed due to the excruciating pain.
Apollo:
N-Now hold on...
Nahyuta:
Allow me to teach you the meaning of pain! Hrnh!
Apollo:
Aaaaaaaaaaaah! P-Please stoooooooooooop!
Phoenix:
Nahyuta has a point. Normally, most people would notice a dagger in their back.
Apollo:
Owwww... Yeah, I doubt someone could ignore pain like this.
Phoenix:
Still, in this case, it's the word "normally" that we should emphasize. Apollo, take another look at the Court Record.
Apollo:
R-Right... (There must be something that explains this.) There's a reason Inga didn't feel any pain. And the defense will submit evidence proving just that!
Judge:
Very well, please present your evidence. Why didn't Justice Minister Inga notice that he had been stabbed?
Present Painkiller Shots
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Ahh! Th-Those are my father's painkiller shots!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
And how would that prevent the victim from experiencing pain?
Apollo:
Umm... Maybe the sight of it... paralyzed him with shock?
Judge:
The only things that are paralyzed here are the synapses in the defense's brain. Perhaps this penalty will get them firing again!
Apollo:
Gack! (Talk about a brain fart.) Your Magsitry, please give me another chance!
Judge:
Very well. But next time, your penalty shall be far more severe. Now, let us have your answer.
Leads back to:
"Why didn't Justice Minister Inga notice that he had been stabbed?"
Rayfa:
Ahh! Th-Those are my father's painkiller shots!
Judge:
The defense will explain the significance of this evidence.
Apollo:
Minister Inga suffered from terrible back pain, so he often injected himself with these. We're told that one shot in the back would make all his pain go away. With this, it's easy to explain what happened! Don't tell me you didn't know about these, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:
! You can't mean...?!
Apollo:
Minister Inga was stabbed in his back, close to where he usually injected the painkiller. Therefore... It's entirely possible that he hadn't noticed that he'd been stabbed!
Rayfa:
Wha--?!
Judge:
What's this...?! Then, then...! Are you suggesting Justice Minister Inga really ran off with a knife protruding from his back?
Apollo:
I am, Your Magistry.
Rayfa:
So then, when I saw my father, he had a knife sticking out of him? I mean, with that cape of his, I couldn't see his back very well...
Apollo:
Yes, the knife was there. I was just plunged in so deep, you didn't notice it under the cape. Therefore, when you saw your father... he was already "dead"... ...murdered by Nayna in his private quarters!
Rayfa:
P-P-Pohlkunkaaaaaaaa!
Judge:
H-Holy Mother of Khura'in! Are we dealing with the living dead here?
Phoenix:
Well, technically, he wasn't dead yet.
Apollo:
I know it's hard to believe, but this is a plausible sequence of events. And once Minister Inga arrived at the tomb... ...he could have removed the knife, and dropped dead from blood loss!
Rayfa:
Nayna killed my father...? There must be some mistake.
Apollo:
The defense would like to call Nayna to the stand!
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
You seek to drag an innocent old woman to the stand with no proof whatsoever?
Apollo:
W-Well... there's no real proof, but...
Ga'ran:
Hmph. What a tangled web of expedient lies you weave.
Rayfa:
.........I can no longer tell fact from fiction. Who or what shall I believe in now?
Apollo:
(I'm sorry, Rayfa. All I've done is confuse you. But... I have a sneaking suspicion Nayna's involved in this case one way or another.)
Phoenix:
Just when I thought we'd blown this case wide open...
Apollo:
Well, there's no turning back now.
Ga'ran:
.........You fool of a lawyer. I know why you are so desperate to prove the accused innocent.
Apollo:
You do?
Ga'ran:
Yes, because he faces public execution if proven guilty... ...as shall you, under the stipulations of the Defense Culpability Act. From the moment you accepted this case, you have had no choice but to fight for your lives.
Apollo:
...No. The simple fact is I've always believed that Dhurke is innocent.
Ga'ran:
Bah! Still you cling to your pretense? ...Very well, I shall offer you a bargain. If you would admit that the accused is guilty, right here, right now... ...I shall overlook your crime of abetting him, and you will not be subject to execution.
Apollo:
Is this some sort of joke?
Ga'ran:
Far from it. As queen, I have the power to grant pardons, even to criminals like you. And with the wave of my hand, I can even reduce the severity of a sentence. ...Perhaps even for Dhurke, should you be willing to cooperate.
Phoenix:
She wasn't kidding when she said that she's the law here. But to flaunt that power in our faces like that? That's just wrong.
Ga'ran:
Forget all that has transpired in our kingdom, and return to your own country in peace. Well? Will you abandon your defense of the accused and accept my generous offer?
Apollo:
(If I don't take this deal, we'll be executed along with Dhurke if he's found guilty. What should I do?)
Continue the defense
Leads to:
"Nice try, Ga'ran, but it looks like you don't know what Justice is made of."
Abandon the defense
Apollo:
(We'll be executed if we lose this trial. Poor Trucy will lose her father... I'd feel bad for Athena, too. And besides, life is precious. It's not something you should gamble with. Still... I made a promise. And there's one more person I can't abandon in his time of need. Which leaves me with only one choice.)
Leads to:
"Nice try, Ga'ran, but it looks like you don't know what Justice is made of."
Apollo:
(Nice try, Ga'ran, but it looks like you don't know what Justice is made of.) We won't kowtow to threats like that, Your Eminence!
Ga'ran:
!
Apollo:
...Mr. Wright. I'm sorry, but I can't back down now. I don't want to drag you into this, so...
Phoenix:
Don't worry, I'm with you, Apollo... to the bitter end, if need be. And while I can't say I'm used to it, this isn't exactly my first rodeo.
Ahlbi:
But if I'm found guilty, you'll get the death penalty, too... Even knowing that, you still want to defend me?
Phoenix:
I don't know what happened in the past... ...but it looks like everyone in this country considers lawyers to be liars. So I can understand if you don't believe me. But... I still believe in you, and your innocence.
Ahlbi:
!
Phoenix:
So all I have to do is keep believing, and find the truth. That's all there is to it.
Phoenix:
So keep on fighting, Apollo. You'll hear no objections from me!
Rayfa:
Y-You... You nincompoops! You'll die if you lose this case! Why would you even entertain the notion of continuing?!
Apollo:
I believe that Dhurke is innocent. That's why. And besides, trials exist to give the truth a chance to get out into the open. You can't give up just because you're afraid of some punishment.
Rayfa:
Even if that punishment is death? Does that not frighten you, Horn Head?
Apollo:
Who wouldn't be scared? I mean, just thinking about it... ...makes me weak in the knees, to be honest. But as a lawyer, I have a duty to protect my client. I can't just abandon that.
Rayfa:
.........A duty you're willing to die for? .........And yet, I... I...
Phoenix:
Duty... It's a heavy burden, all right. Rayfa looks like she's really struggling.
Maya:
...Your Benevolence. As crown princess, you are destined to rule this kingdom one day. That means there will be many things that you alone must determine. Things like how to keep your people happy, and what is true and what is false... And most importantly, what role you must play therein.
Rayfa:
.................. I wonder if I am even up to the task.
Phoenix:
But it's no surprise, considering the torrent of painful truths she's had to face.
Rayfa:
.....................
Judge:
.........Very well, then. If the defense is prepared to face the death sentence under the Defense Culpability Act... ...then I see no reason not to continue with the proceedings. But I must admit, I see no grounds for doubting the accused's guilt.
Ga'ran:
...Unless, the defense has further evidence that would indicate a different suspect?
Apollo:
......... (Do we have anything like that...?)
Ga'ran:
Well, lawyer? Do you have any new evidence you would care to present? Or shall I have the executioner start his preparations?
Apollo:
(If she thinks I can't do this, she's got another thing coming! But first, I have some serious thinking to do.) I'd say that new evidence indicating a different suspect...
Exists
Apollo:
Of course I have some new evidence!
Ga'ran:
Ho ho ho. Do you, now? How very interesting...
Apollo:
(Why doesn't she sound the least bit concerned? No, I can't let her get to me. I just have to keep pressing forward.) This new evidence points to a different suspect!
Present anything
Apollo:
Leads to:
".........You would claim this evidence proves the existence of a different suspect?"
Ga'ran:
.........You would claim this evidence proves the existence of a different suspect?
Apollo:
(Wait. That wasn't the reaction I was expecting.) Um, Your Eminence, are you saying this piece of evidence doesn't do anything for you?
Ga'ran:
...It would appear to me that you chose that evidence at random... in the vain hope you would learn something from my reaction. Is that not correct?
Apollo:
Ulp!
Ga'ran:
.........Your Magistry?
Judge:
For shame!
Apollo:
S-Sorry...! (Time to rethink that one.)
Leads back to:
"I'd say that new evidence indicating a different suspect..."
Does not exist
Leads to:
"Such evidence... does not exist."
Apollo:
Such evidence... does not exist.
Ga'ran:
Hmph, just as I thought. I was so hoping you'd present meaningless evidence and allow me to claim your head.
Apollo:
(Glad I didn't walk head-first into that one, then...)
Phoenix:
So, what now, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, unless we can prove that Nayna killed Inga... ...this trial is over -- and so are we.
Phoenix:
...Isn't there still a way to get the proof we need... ...even without evidence? You know, a key means of obtaining testimony here in Khura'in?
Apollo:
...Huh? ...Wait, are you actually suggesting...?
Phoenix:
It certainly won't be easy, but it's worth a try.
Apollo:
.........Your Magistry. A crucial step in uncovering the truth behind this case has yet to be taken in this trial. But I'm positive that I can back up our claim with this one step.
Judge:
You mean you will be able to prove that Nayna killed Justice Minister Inga? And just how do you propose to do that?
Apollo:
With the help of a certain someone.
Judge:
You need help...?
Rayfa:
From someone...?
Judge:
Well, I can't imagine who it could be. But I suppose I must ask. Whose help do you need to uncover the truth?
Present Rayfa Padma Khura'in profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"B-But that is...!"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Judge:
Hmm... You require help from that individual?
Apollo:
...No, what I'm saying is... ...let's all come together on this one. If we all think it through as a team, there's nothing we can't figure out!
Judge:
...We don't need to put our heads together to see how far you're reaching, defense!
Apollo:
C-Can't we all just get along? (There's something we've yet to confirm about this case. And to do that, we'll need--!)
Judge:
The defense will refrain from such tongue-wagging if he wishes to keep said tongue. Now then...
Leads back to:
"Whose help do you need to uncover the truth?"
Judge:
B-But that is...!
Rayfa:
.........M-Me?!
Apollo:
Here in Khura'in, legal proceedings include the viewing of the victim's final moments. But that requires Your Benevolence's help.
Rayfa:
!
Apollo:
Such information is just as vital as any other piece of conclusive evidence.
Phoenix:
If you're right about this... ...Rayfa's power should enable her to see the very moment Nayna stabbed Inga.
Apollo:
It will be hard to watch your father's murder... ...but it's the only way to uncover the truth. ...Your Benevolence, we need you and your power!
Rayfa:
.........You need me...?
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
Wretched simpleton! Did you not see what ensued in the previous attempt? You would only succeed in wasting more time. Or is it your goal to make her collapse again?
Apollo:
Apollo:
The princess said she was prepared earlier. Besides, it's her duty as royal priestess. I'd say it's all up to her now.
Rayfa:
.........Am I... prepared? ...Prepared to fulfill my duty?
Phoenix:
Isn't a Divination Séance required at all trials, anyway? If so, I imagine there'd be a problem with handing down a verdict without one.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed. It would be problematic. Under Khura'inese law, a Séance must be conducted before a verdict can be rendered.
Ga'ran:
Such insolence!
Judge:
Yikes!
Ga'ran:
...Hmph. Must you try my patience so? If I must dispense with that vexing law, then dispense with it I shall.
Apollo:
Huh?
Ga'ran:
As ruling sovereign of Khura'in, I proclaim the following: Henceforth, the Divination Séance shall be... optional.
Apollo:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! (She has the power to do that?!)
Phoenix:
Sh-She just rewrote the law with a flourish of her hand.
Rayfa:
Rayfa:
..................M-Mother. I-I... I do not wish for the trial to end like this! It is as the defense said! I must not neglect my duty simply because I am afraid! I shall go through with it this time! I will conduct the Séance once more!
Ga'ran:
Such insolence!
Ga'ran:
Rayfa, do not be fooled by his lawyerly guile. You are not prepared to witness your father's death.
Rayfa:
...........................But... Horn Head needs my help.
Ga'ran:
Rayfa, did you not tell me earlier? Did you not tell me you were prepared? But despite your grandiose posturing, you collapsed in a most piteous fashion.
Rayfa:
Ngh.
Ga'ran:
Even worse, you have erred in your Insights of late. For has not the Barbed One there overturned them more than once?
Rayfa:
Ooh...
Ga'ran:
You cannot be trusted to keep your word, nor can you reveal the truth through your Insights. So, I say to you -- begone! This sacred Hall of Justice has no need for such a worthless royal priestess.
Rayfa:
W-W-W... Worthless?
Apollo:
(Wow... How can she say that to her own daughter?!)
Rayfa:
.........So, Mother, you think me worthless? ...........................
Apollo:
Apollo:
Um, Her Benevolence says she can do it, doesn't she? So I don't see why you have to condemn her before she's even made the attempt.
Ga'ran:
........................ .........Very well, Horned Devil. If you really are so bent on having a Séance, I shall give my consent.
Apollo:
! (Really?!)
Ga'ran:
However, should Rayfa fail once more... ...you two and the accused shall all be executed on the spot.
Apollo:
Come again?
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. This is proving to be far more entertaining than I had anticipated. ...Well, lawyer? What say you? Will you wager your life and call on Rayfa to perform a Divination Séance?
Call on Rayfa
Leads to:
"I don't think you're worthless, Your Benevolence. Far from it, in fact."
Let her go home and rest
Apollo:
(Even if I say I believe in and want to call on her... ...the truth is, I really don't know her that well.) Your Benevolence, maybe you should go on home today? I'm sure you could use the rest.
Phoenix:
Are you sure about this, Apollo? If we don't believe in her, who does she have left?
Apollo:
Y-You're right. 
Phoenix:
Besides, without her, we'll never get the proof we need.
Apollo:
...Y-Yeah.
Rayfa:
............So, it would seem I truly am not needed here.
Apollo:
Leads to:
"I don't think you're worthless, Your Benevolence."
Apollo:
I don't think you're worthless, Your Benevolence. Far from it, in fact. If you say you can do it, then I believe in you!
Rayfa:
H-Horn Head?! I do not understand... If I fail, you will be put to death.
Apollo:
.........I know you collapsed during your previous attempt... I can't even imagine how terrible it must've been for you. But despite that... ...you are willing to try again. I have faith in that conviction -- in that courage.
Rayfa:
My... My courage?
Phoenix:
Ahh... So she was doomed to fail if she didn't have the courage to perform the Séance. But it looks like she's got the determination to try again.
Apollo:
Right. And that's a bet I'm willing to take.
Rayfa:
.................. But... It is as Mother said. I've erred in my Insights as of late. Not only have I failed to reveal the truth, I've also contributed to false accusations. Knowing that, can you still say that you believe in me?
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I wouldn't take stock in those words, Your Benevolence. Despite what your mother says... ...I don't think you've made any errors at all.
Rayfa:
Huh?
Phoenix:
In the trials I've been a part of here in Khura'in... ...I would have never proven my clients' innocence without your Séances. Because even though they didn't always reflect the absolute truth... ...the insight they provided served as vital leads to finding the truth.
Rayfa:
...Vital leads? My Séances?
Apollo:
So, please, Your Benevolence. Try to perform the Divination Séance one more time!
Rayfa:
.........I... I...
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
.........Rayfa, stop this madness. It is for your own good. You are ill-prepared to face your father's death. Go, leave this sacred hall at once.
Rayfa:
........................ N-No.
Ga'ran:
What did you say?
Rayfa:
I said, no, Mother! For I am the Royal Priestess of Khura'in!
Ga'ran:
I have no need for you now!
Rayfa:
Even if you do not need me, Mother... ...Horn Head and this Hall of Justice do! He proved that to me by risking his own life! It is because of him that I now understand! The Divination Séance is my sacred duty! I must fulfill it, no matter the risk!
Apollo:
Your Benevolence...
Rayfa:
Mother taught me that the Divination Séance was a mirror reflecting naught but the truth. But I began to have my doubts after Barbed Head disproved the Insights it offered. And now, I don't even know who or what to trust anymore. Father, Mother, even Nayna... I had believed in them above all others. But... I finally know now. I know in what I can trust. The royal priestess must debate each Séance with the presiding lawyer and prosecutor... ...so that it can be interpreted properly. That is how I believe trials here in Khura'in should function. Therefore, the Hall of Justice needs me. It is my power that leads trials toward the truth. That is my sacred duty, and I will never shirk from it again.
Phoenix:
That right there, Your Benevolence... ...is the product of what you've learned in your struggles so far... ...the truth that you realized with your own strength.
Rayfa:
As my sacred duty, I musst ensure that it is fulfilled. I must have the courage and resolve to see it through!
Apollo:
Your Eminence, the royal priestess says she will conduct the Divination Séance. I see no grounds for you to forbid it... ...unless, of course, you are worried that it might reveal something you find inconvenient.
Ga'ran:
.........
Rayfa:
.........Mother! I am done letting you have your way!
Ga'ran:
.........Rayfa, you would actually rebel against me? Your mother and queen?
Rayfa:
Though I am scared to see my father's death... ...I must face my fear! That... is what Horn Head has taught me here today.
Apollo:
(Rayfa...)
Rayfa:
I am the Royal Priestess, Rayfa Padma Khura'in! I am prepared to face my father's death!
Phoenix:
Your Eminence. It seems the princess is more grown up than you thought.
Ga'ran:
Rayfa.........
Judge:
Well, then. Let us proceed with the Divination Séance.
Apollo:
(The victim's final moments... This should be interesting. I wonder what Inga's memories are going to show us...)
Rayfa:
O Holy Mother! We hold this Divination Séance in your name! Let the eyes of everyone here be clear, and our ears be unstopped! O Dance of Devotion! Guide the victim's soul to me! So that we may receive their final memories in the Pool of Souls!
Rayfa:
Ugh! Wh-What in the--!
Judge:
A-A faceless being?
Apollo:
.........Wh-What the heck? His face, it's just like... ...that picture of the founder!
Phoenix:
...I think that's the last thing anyone expected to see.
Rayfa:
Oooh... Father... What was it? What was it you saw?
Judge:
A-Are we to understand that this was the last thing the victim saw?
Rayfa:
Y-Yes, there can be no mistake. That was what my father himself witnessed.
Judge:
Hmm... How very strange... You don't suppose... ...the Holy Mother possessed the accused and slew Minister Inga for planning a coup?!
Gallery:
The divine wrath of the Holy Mother?O Holy Mother! We are ever grateful for your blessings!
Phoenix:
Talk about a sharp left turn into the twilight zone...
Apollo:
...You know, there's one thing in there that caught my attention. That laugh... Who does it belong to, and why are they laughing?
Ga'ran:
Who knows. Though I suppose it could be Dhurke after he slew my husband.
Apollo:
Uh-huh... (But that figure didn't even have a mouth.)
Ga'ran:
.........Ho ho ho. I think we're done here, lawyer.
Apollo:
How so?
Ga'ran:
You claimed that Minister Inga was stabbed in his private quarters... ...and, feeling no pain, went to the tomb, where he eventually fell dead. But this Séance vision proves he was stabbed in the tomb, and felt great pain, no less.
Apollo:
Oh. That.
Ga'ran:
Therefore, as I asserted all along... ...it was the accused who stabbed the minister in the tomb!
Apollo:
Ack! (Everything just backfired... big time...!)
Phoenix:
Wow... Ga'ran has the devil's own luck, doesn't she?
Rayfa:
.........Now then, I shall give voice to the soul of the deceased. Listen well and heed these words.
Insight
-- Rayfa's Insight --
Rayfa:
At around 3 PM, my father was waiting in the tomb to make the hostage exchange.
He was drinking grape juice while gazing upon the picture of the Holy Mother.
He had been waiting vigilantly, when suddenly, he heard Dhurke's voice.
The next moment, he was stabbed in the back and collapsed.
My father tried to shoot his attacker, but he missed, and the attacker let out a laugh.
Apollo:
Um... so, what now, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
It's up to us to knock holes in Rayfa's interpretations of Inga's memories. In other words, we need to prove that her understanding of them could be mistaken.
Apollo:
Okay, I'll give it try. [sic]
Rayfa:
At around 3 PM, my father was waiting in the tomb to make the hostage exchange.
He was drinking grape juice while gazing upon the picture of the Holy Mother.
He had been waiting vigilantly, when suddenly, he heard Dhurke's voice.
Present Man's voice (Sound) on third panel
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Your Benevolence, there seems to be an inconsistency in your interpretation."
The next moment, he was stabbed in the back and collapsed.
My father tried to shoot his attacker, but he missed, and the attacker let out a laugh.
Apollo:
Your Benevolence, there seems to be an inconsistency in your interpretation.
Rayfa:
An inconsistency? Where?!
Apollo:
Minister Inga is far too relaxed for what was supposedly about to take place. When he heard the voice you claim is Dhurke's... ...he didn't seem the least bit alarmed. He just kept looking at the picture of the founder.
Rayfa:
Ah!
Apollo:
That's strange, right? He was waiting for Dhurke to arrive with the Founder's Orb... ...but when he heard that voice, he didn't even turn to look. Don't you think he would've been worried about being attacked from behind?
Rayfa:
Augh! Th-Then whose voice was it?!
Apollo:
It was likely someone whose presence wouldn't have alarmed him. Someone like... a friend.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
But there was no third party at the scene of the crime. Therefore, the voice can only have belonged to Dhurke.
Apollo:
(The voice of a third party who wasn't there in the tomb...)
Phoenix:
Apollo, don't we have something that could reveal the owner of the mystery voice?
Apollo:
...You know, I think we do. Something that Inga had while he was waiting for Dhurke. With it, we just might be able to figure out whose voice it was. I believe we can identify the male voice Minister Inga heard with this.
Present Tomb Crime Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Th-That's... my father's..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Rayfa:
Hmm...?
Phoenix:
Are you sure that's really going to help?
Apollo:
Yes! As sure as the sun rises in the east!
Rayfa:
...Y-You sure are confident. However, I fail to see a connection of any sort.
Judge:
Unlike the sun, it seems the defense couldn't find the energy to rise to the occasion.
Apollo:
Ngah...! (Guess that was a bit too fly-by-night. But I just know there's something that can help us identify the male voice.)
Leads back to:
"I believe we can identify the male voice Minister Inga heard with this."
Rayfa:
Th-That's... my father's...
Apollo:
I know this must be hard for you, but could you please look at this photo? There's something here that can point us toward the identity of the voice. This is the real source of the man's voice!
Present cell phone
Apollo:
Leads to:
"A-A cell phone...?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Judge:
Y-You believe the voice came from there?!
Apollo:
.........I know it's a strange place for a voice to come from, but let's keep an open mind here.
Judge:
.........Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
Please voice my displeasure.
Judge:
Your wish is my command!
Apollo:
Aagh! (So much for being the voice of reason...)
Phoenix:
Let's take another look at the photo. Didn't it capture something that could reveal the source of the voice Inga heard?
Apollo:
Something that reveals the source of the voice... Wait, I know!
Leads back to:
"This is the real source of the man's voice!"
Rayfa:
A-A cell phone...?
Apollo:
Right. I believe that the voice the minister heard... ...was of a call on this cell phone.
Judge:
I see... Well, that certainly makes sense. What is Your Eminence's view on the matter?
Ga'ran:
.........I concede the possibility.
Rayfa:
Hmm... Then it seems I must refine my vision. It appears that the voice belonged to one of my father's subordinates.
Apollo:
...Why do you suppose he was talking to one of them then?
Rayfa:
My father had members of the secret police positioned throughout the palace. They were supposed to contact him as soon as they saw Dhurke and the rest of you.
Apollo:
(Okay, now we're getting somewhere!)
Phoenix:
Your Benevolence, I believe you have an Insight to revise.
Rayfa:
I know, Barbed Head. Don't presume to tell me how to do my duty.
Insight Revised
He had been waiting vigilantly, when suddenly, he heard Dhurke's voice.
My father then took a call from a subordinate at the palace.
Phoenix:
So the voice was coming from the phone... That's good to know. But there might've been other sounds coming from the phone -- sounds that could be clues. Let's take another look at Rayfa's Insights, and really focus on the various sensations.
Apollo:
Okay! I think I'm getting the hang of this now!
Rayfa:
At around 3 PM, my father was waiting in the tomb to make the hostage exchange.
He was drinking grape juice while gazing upon the picture of the Holy Mother.
My father then took a call from a subordinate at the palace.
Present Lion's roar (Sound) on third panel
Apollo:
Leads to:
"I hate to break it to you, Your Benevolence, but you misinterpreted something again."
The next moment, he was stabbed in the back and collapsed.
My father tried to shoot his attacker, but he missed, and the attacker let out a laugh.
Apollo:
I hate to break it to you, Your Benevolence, but you misinterpreted something again.
Rayfa:
Wh-What do you mean... "again"?!
Phoenix:
Smooth move, Apollo. I think you just hurt her feelings. She may put on a brave face, but she feels more than she lets on.
Apollo:
Um... Let me rephrase that, Your Benevolence. Your interpretation of your father's phone call to his subordinate at the palace... ...is inconsistent with his final memory.
Rayfa:
What do you mean by that?
Apollo:
A lion's roar could be heard over the phone. Don't you find that strange? You claimed the call was with someone at the palace. But let me ask you: Do you keep lions there?
Rayfa:
No. The only animals at the palace are little birdies and my pet frog.
Apollo:
(...Wait, that giant one in front of the minister's house is her pet?)
Rayfa:
Besides, there aren't any lions in Khura'in. ...We don't even have any zoos. A rather sad state of affairs, I'm afraid.
Apollo:
Well, I remember hearing a sound like that. The lion's roar coming from the phone is actually from something hanging out in...
The jungle
Apollo:
The answer couldn't be more simple: the jungle! That's where lions live, right?
Rayfa:
So, the subordinate my father was talking to was in the jungle?
Apollo:
Maybe he sent him there to get some savage beasts to use in his coup d'état.
Rayfa:
Whaaat?!
Apollo:
In other words... Minister Inga was planning to have lions and gorillas attack the palace!
Rafya:
.........
Ga'ran:
.........
Judge:
............ I've never heard anything more absurd.
Apollo:
Argh... (What's so absurd about gorilla warfare?) L-Let me try that again.
Leads back to:
"The lion's roar coming from the phone is actually from something hanging out in..."
The bazaar
Leads to:
"Isn't that the cry of the warbaa'd over in the bazaar?"
Tehm'pul Temple
Apollo:
The roar came from Tehm'pul Temple.
Rayfa:
Don't be stupid! There are no lions in or around the temple!
Apollo:
Actually, I was thinking the exact same thing.
Judge:
The defense will think before it speaks.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir... For my next thought... ...the defense would like another shot at the question, Your Magistry!
Leads back to:
"The lion's roar coming from the phone is actually from something hanging out in..."
Apollo:
Isn't that the cry of the warbaa'd over in the bazaar?
Rayfa:
...Ah!
Apollo:
...Your Benevolence, do you think you can clarify the voice for me?
Rayfa:
...Very well. I will now attempt to further refine my vision. What's this?!
Apollo:
Just as I suspected... It was the call of a warbaa'd. That means the subordinate Minister Inga was talking to... ...was in the bazaar, not the palace!
Rayfa:
B-But why is it important where the call came from? What significance could it have?
Apollo:
(She's right... Is it important to know where the call was made from?)
It's not important
Apollo:
(It's not important. ...Wait, what am I thinking? Considering what happened in the bazaar...) 
Leads to:
"It's actually very important!"
It's very important
Leads to:
"It's actually very important!"
Apollo:
It's actually very important! Knowing that the person on the other end was at the bazaar means... ...that the loud explosion might not have been the sound of a gunshot!
Rayfa:
B-B-But...! I can think of no other item that makes such a noise in the area.
Phoenix:
Go ahead, Apollo. Tell her. Tell Rayfa the real source of that sound.
Apollo:
Will do.
Rayfa:
Well, Horn Head? I'm waiting. What was the true source of that explosive sound?
Present Ahlbi's Statement
Apollo:
Leads to:
"What is that...?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Rayfa:
You believe THAT to be the source?
Apollo:
Yes. Maybe...
Rayfa:
That's not a very clear answer at all. Could it be you lack confidence in your claim?
Apollo:
.........Maybe? Maybe not? Who's to say?
Rayfa:
...Your Magistry. Pound some confidence into this wishy-washy lawyer for me, would you?
Judge:
Certainly, Your Benevolence.
Apollo:
Confidence received!
Phoenix:
Apollo, let's take a good look at the evidence. You should be able to find the source of the explosion there.
Rayfa:
I hope you have a more definite answer this time, Horn Head. Now...
Leads back to:
"What was the true source of that explosive sound?"
Rayfa:
What is that...?
Apollo:
It's Ahlbi Ur'gaid's statement. In it, he claims that Datz Are'bal threw a firecracker at him while he was at the bazaar.
Rayfa:
Then...!
Apollo:
Yes, the sound heard over the phone was a firecracker exploding.
Rayfa:
Ahhhhhhhhh!
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
And yet... a bullet was found at the scene of the crime. A bullet fired from Minister Inga's gun. How do you explain that?
Apollo:
Well, we don't know whether it was fired during the course of the crime, right? Or do you have evidence that proves when the pistol was discharged?
Ga'ran:
.........Hmph. No, I have none.
Phoenix:
Wait a second. If that loud bang was a firecracker... ...then could that laugh at the end have been...? .........No...! It can't be...!
Apollo:
Oh, it can. And it is. The laugh came from none other than... ...the joker who got a kick out of startling Ahlbi with his Dragon Snot Snaps. That happy-go-lucky Datz Are'bal!
Rayfa:
Whaaaaaaaaat?!
Phoenix:
...Someone should really put a leash on that guy.
Judge:
I shudder to think how one man can be the cause of so much trouble.
Datz:
Haaar har har har har har! Hey there, AJ, PW! Y'all can thank me later!
Judge:
No one asked for your commentary, Mr. Are'bal! Your Benevolence, do you need to revise your Insight?
Rayfa:
It would appear so.
Insight Revised
My father then took a call from a subordinate at the palace.
My father then took a call from a subordinate at the bazaar.
My father tried to shoot his attacker, but he missed, and the attacker let out a laugh.
The true source of that loud bang was the firecracker Datz threw.
And that final laugh belonged to none other than Datz himself.
Phoenix:
...Well, this changes everything. Let's go over the details of Rayfa's Insight again.
Apollo:
...Okay! (I think I've got this down now. Time to find another inconsistency!)
Rayfa:
At around 3 PM, my father was waiting in the tomb to make the hostage exchange.
Present Explosion (Sound) on fifth panel
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Your Benevolence! There's a glaring problem with this Insight!"
Present Laughter (Sound) on fifth panel
Apollo:
Apollo:
...Did the murder really happen at 3PM? I mean, if the laugh is coming from the phone... ...then is it something Minister Inga would've really heard at 3 PM?
Rayfa:
.........The call came from the bazaar... ...a place where such sounds as laughter can be heard at any time. Even if that was Datz, he could very well have been laughing like a fool at 3 PM.
Apollo:
Yeah, you have a point there.
Rayfa:
Horn Head. I'd advise you to think again... Carefully.
Phoenix:
...I still think you're getting warmer, but you're still a little off. Isn't there another sensation that could more definitively pinpoint the time of the call? You know, something that could only occur at a certain time?
Apollo:
...R-Right. (Time to review the evidence again. Maybe it will help me spot an inconsistency.)
He was drinking grape juice while gazing upon the picture of the Holy Mother.
My father then took a call from a subordinate at the bazaar.
The next moment, he was stabbed in the back and collapsed.
The true source of that loud bang was the firecracker Datz threw.
And that final laugh belonged to none other than Datz himself.
Apollo:
Your Benevolence! There's a glaring problem with this Insight!
Rayfa:
There is?!
Apollo:
You stated that the murder happened at around 3 PM... ...which is right around the time my client arrived on the scene. However, now that we know what the source of the loud bang is... ...your Insight conflicts with a certain piece of evidence.
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose I have to ask the obvious here. What evidence conflicts with the claim that the murder occurred at 3 PM?
Present Ahlbi's Statement
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Ahlbi Ur'gaid's statement... again?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
Hmm... And just how does that conflict with the claim?
Ga'ran:
I fail to see the connection.
Phoenix:
Me, too.
Apollo:
I believe there's a contradiction here, while the rest of you don't. So, who is right and who is wrong?
Judge:
...It's quite simple really. There's is already a Mr. Wright, so you must be Mr. Wrong.
Apollo:
Is this any way to treat Justice, Your Magistry?
Phoenix:
Apollo, since we now know that the loud bang came from a firecracker... ...there's something that Rayfa said that no longer lines up with reality. Something that will destroy a major assumption about this case.
Apollo:
R-Right... (I'd better check the evidence again.)
Judge:
Now then, I hope you'll answer a little more seriously this time around, defense.
Leads back to:
"What evidence conflicts with the claim that the murder occurred at 3 PM?"
Judge:
Ahlbi Ur'gaid's statement... again?
Apollo:
Yes. Because to summarize what he said... ...at around 2 PM, Shah'do was surprised by a firecracker and ran into the palace courtyard.
Judge:
Around... 2 PM?
Apollo:
That's right. 2 PM. Not 3 PM.
Rayfa:
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ga'ran:
Are you suggesting...?!
Apollo:
I think you know where I'm going with this. Datz's laugh, the cry of the warbaa'd... ...and the bang of the firecracker were all heard right before Minister Inga's death. Thanks to Ahlbi's statement, we can put a definitive timestamp on all of these sounds. Therefore... ...what this vision shows is that it's extremely likely that the deceased's final moments... ...were at 2, rather than 3, as we had originally thought.
Rayfa:
D-Dare I ask...?
Apollo:
It means the murder took place... ...a full hour before Dhurke entered the tomb!
Rayfa:
P-P-P-Pohlkunkaaaaaaaaa!
Ga'ran:
...Arngh! ...H-How can this be?! Are you saying that I, the very personification of the law, have been mistaken?
Apollo:
(Heh. Now you see why Justice will always prevail!)
Judge:
Peace! Peace, I say! ...Now then, defense. I must remind you that the figure of the accused was clearly shown in the vision. How do you explain that?
Apollo:
I wouldn't say it was CLEARLY shown. After all, the figure didn't actually have a face.
Judge:
...Ah! You are absolutely right. Without a face, we can't be certain of who it was.
Apollo:
Furthermore, need I remind you that if the vision is from 2 PM... ...Dhurke was still with me and Mr. Wright. Which means this faceless figure... couldn't possibly be him!
Judge:
So then, what are we to make of this one hour difference?!
Rayfa:
Wait! T-Two o'clock...? That's when... ...my mother was performing the Rite of Channeling.
Nahyuta:
...! Th-The palace guards had all been reassigned to guard the channeling chamber for the rite. Don't tell me...!
Rayfa:
The royal residence... it would have been virtually unguarded.
Apollo:
Which means the real killer could have easily slipped unseen into Amara's Tomb.
Judge:
Defense! Are you saying... ...that this is someone disguised as the accused?!
Apollo:
That's exactly what I believe, Your Magistry.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Preposterous. Disguises cannot deceive the memories of the dead. That the face did not appear this time is mere happenstance. Had it appeared, such subterfuge would have been as clear as day!
Apollo:
......... (He's got a point there. Anyone who knows about the Divination Séance would've tried to hide their face. Nevertheless, our killer openly appeared before Inga. The question is, why?)
Phoenix:
.........Apollo. Maybe the killer could afford to be so bold... ...because they knew their face wouldn't show up in the Séance vision.
Apollo:
What?
Phoenix:
It's possible that the killer dared to dress in Dhurke's clothes... ...and stand square in front of Inga...
Apollo:
...precisely because they knew they could get away with it. But how could anyone be so sure of something like that?
Phoenix:
A long time ago, I heard of a cognitive disorder... ...that impairs a person's ability to distinguish between different faces. What if Inga had it?
Apollo:
...Then, are you saying that this is literally how Inga saw the world?
Phoenix:
Yes. We can't normally see through the eyes of others, but in this case, we can. And if he had that disorder, I imagine this is how faces appeared to him in life.
Apollo:
.........Okay, let's say that the killer knew that Inga had such a disorder. They could definitely use it to pin the crime on Dhurke. But...
Phoenix:
If you're wondering about how to prove that Inga had it, you already have what you need.
Apollo:
Really?
Judge:
Well, defense? Do you have anything to show to this court?
Apollo:
Y-Yes... I believe so. (Frankly, I have no idea what Mr. Wright means, but I'll look the evidence over again.)
Judge:
What explains why the face of Minister Inga's killer is absent in his Séance vision?
Present Inga's Notepad
Apollo:
Leads to:
"A notepad?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
I'm afraid I don't understand. How does that explain why the killer's face didn't show up?
Apollo:
.........Well, Mr. Wright? How DOES this explain things?
Phoenix:
Why are you asking me?!
Apollo:
Because it sure sounded like you knew what you were talking about a moment ago.
Phoenix:
I did, but... ...there's no saving face now after your blunder.
Apollo:
Oh? Um... You know what, Your Magi--
Judge:
Have you no shame!
Apollo:
I do now!
Judge:
...It seems there is no particular reason as to why the killer's face didn't appear.
Apollo:
No, there is a reason. And I have the evidence to prove it!
Judge:
Very well. Show us what you have.
Leads back to:
"What explains why the face of Minister Inga's killer is absent in his Séance vision?"
Judge:
A notepad?
Apollo:
Yes. It was found in Minister Inga's room... ...and it holds the answer we're looking for. As you can see, it's filled with detailed notes on various individuals. What kind of clothes they wear, hairstyles, and other discerning physical characteristics.
Judge:
And this is connected to the faceless nature of the killer how...?
Apollo:
The vision we saw was exactly what Minister Inga saw with his own eyes. It is he who saw his killer as a person without a face. In fact, this is how he normally saw everyone around him.
Judge:
What's this?!
Apollo:
I believe Minister Inga had a disorder that prevented him from recognizing faces. It would explain the faceless being... ...and why he needed a notepad full of people's physical characteristics.
Rayfa:
.........Now that I think about it... ...my father was always terrible at remembering people. By simply changing my hair style, he would fail to recognize even me.
Apollo:
Your Eminence. You knew that your husband had such a disorder, didn't you?
Ga'ran:
........................ ...He never wished for it to become public knowledge... ...but I suppose there is no use in keeping quiet about it now. It is as you say. My late husband had a special disorder that hindered his ability to recognize faces. The medical term for it is prosopagnosia.
Apollo:
(So Mr. Wright was right!)
Rayfa:
The memories of those afflicted with such disorders in life do appear strange at times. There is precedence for this.
Phoenix:
So the killer likely knew about the disorder and used it to their advantage.
Apollo:
Right, so they're someone who is both knoowledgeable about the Divination Séance... ...and aware of Inga's affliction. Um, Your Eminence? Who knew about your husband's condition?
Ga'ran:
A small number of servants who tended to his needs... ...and me. Surely, you are not about to insinuate that I committed this crime?
Apollo:
Oh, no, Your Eminence. (Still... Could she have done it?)
Phoenix:
Ga'ran has an alibi, remember?
Apollo:
Oh, right... She was conducting the Rite of Channeling at 2 PM. (In that case...) Your Eminence, does Nayna know about Minister Inga's disorder?
Ga'ran:
Of course she does; she is our head servant.
Apollo:
So as head servant, she knew about Minister Inga's condition... ...and as the princess's personal attendant, she is familiar with the Divination Séance. If these two facts together don't make her a possible suspect... I don't know what would!
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
.........You witless lawyer. How quick you are to forget the facts.
Apollo:
Facts like...?
Ga'ran:
When Inga was last seen alive. You claim he was slain at 2, yet that is impossible. For Rayfa saw him at 2:30.
Apollo:
...Ah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Phoenix:
We DID completely forget about that.
Apollo:
No, there must be some mistake.
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. So you see, the murder could only have happened at 3 PM... ...the hour Dhurke entered the tomb. There is no other answer to this puzzle.
Apollo:
(Argh! Why don't WE ever get to make up answers like Ga'ran makes up laws?)
Phoenix:
Guess it's back to square one.
Apollo:
Wh-Where did we go wrong?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I don't think we're the problem. We just seem to be short one piece of the puzzle. Our deductions so far explain everything to a T. Everything except for Inga's sighting at 2:30.
Apollo:
I see. And without that final puzzle piece, all of our deductions fall apart.
Phoenix:
Apollo, if Inga's sighting is the only anomaly... ...we'll just have to find a way to make it fit into the bigger picture.
Apollo:
Time to think outside the box, then, right? Let's see... It would be impossible to see Inga walking around after he'd been killed. But what if there was a way to make people think he was alive, even though he was dead?
Phoenix:
Like a way to make people witness the living dead?
Apollo:
(Sounds like some kind of TV show. Things like that don't happen in real life.) ........................ ...Ah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Phoenix:
A-Apollo! Did you just...?!
Apollo:
I did! (I figured it out! I know how to make people witness the living dead!) Your Magistry, our deductions weren't wrong after all. Despite minister Inga being murdered at 2 PM... ...he WAS seen heading into the tomb at 2:30. And I'll tell you how!
Judge:
I certainly hope you will... ...because I have no idea what you're talking about.
Apollo:
The "Minister Inga" Her Benevolence saw was, in fact...
Someone disguised as him
Apollo:
It was someone disguised as Minister Inga.
Rayfa:
But I saw his face. I have no doubt that it was my father.
Apollo:
Then... um... maybe you have that facial recognition disorder, too.
Rayfa:
That's... utter hogwash, Horn Head!
Apollo:
Why don't you prove it then? Would you really still recognize me without these horns?
Rayfa:
Hmph. That look you make when trying to dig yourself out of a hole with such nonsense... ...it is forever etched into my brain. I couldn't forget that imbecilic visage if I wanted to. If you don't believe me, how about I yank those horns off of your head? Then we'll see!
Apollo:
N-No, thanks. I'm kind of attached to them. (Okay, on to the next idea...)
Leads back to:
"The "Minister Inga" Her Benevolence saw was, in fact..."
Someone channeling him
Leads to:
"It was the deceased being channeled."
A ghost or clone
Apollo:
Maybe it was a ghost, or even a clone.
Rayfa:
.........Your Magistry. I fear the poor lawyer must be feeling ill in his tiny horned head. We should summon an ambulance before it's too late.
Judge:
Agreed, Your Benevolence.
Apollo:
Apollo:
C-Can't anyone take a joke in this country...?
Rayfa:
It was a joke, was it? For shame. You had me truly worried there for a moment.
Apollo:
I'm fine! And I'm done joking around!
Leads back to:
"The "Minister Inga" Her Benevolence saw was, in fact..."
Apollo:
It was the deceased being channeled. It's the only way a man who was already dead could've been seen by Her Benevolence.
Judge:
Ch-Channeled, you say?!
Apollo:
That's right. And there are only two people capable of spirit channeling here in Khura'in. Her Eminence Queen Ga'ran, and Maya Fey. It's possible that one of them was channeling the minister.
Ga'ran:
It would seem that you are ever bent on making me party to this crime. Prosecutor, what was I doing at 2:30 PM, the time at which my husband was seen?
Nahyuta:
Eminence. ...I believe you had completed the channeling rite, and were having tea with... ...the king of the neighboring realm. There would have been many attendants there, too.
Apollo:
(Nahyuta has to keep up with her schedule, too? What DOESN'T she make him do?)
Phoenix:
Then that leaves... only Maya.
Apollo:
Yeah, it does... Maybe someone was forcing her to use her power toward nefarious ends. The real killer could've been threatening her.
Rayfa:
Th-That cannot be!
Phoenix:
So then, Inga's scream... That was probably from when he "woke up" from being called back to this world. After all, that's when the flow of time would have picked back up for him after he died.
Apollo:
So, Minister Inga probably leapt to his feet, thinking he'd just had a nightmare. Then, realizing it was almost time for the hostage exchange... ...he raced off to Amara's Tomb, not even realizing he was already dead.
Judge:
Th-Then... ...Her Benevolence really did see a dead man running!
Rayfa:
...I-I-I... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
U-Using the sacred power of spirit channeling to commit a crime? How can this be...?
Apollo:
The defense calls Ms. Maya Fey to the stand!
Judge:
.........Hmm... Well, Your Eminence? Will you allow a new witness?
Ga'ran:
Hmph, it matters not. Either way, this lawyer shall soon know the truth. He will know just how much of an imbecile he is in the face of my infallible arguments.
Apollo:
(Insult me all you want, witch, but you'll be eating those words when I expose the truth!)
Judge:
Very well. Let us adjourn until the next witness is ready.
To Be Continued
May 19
High Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Athena:
Talk about some really close shaves!
Apollo:
.........Well, you can't get a closer shave than Headsman's brand blades, that's for sure.
Phoenix:
The trial's not even over yet, and I'm already exhausted.
Athena:
Still, you were able to fight back the queen herself in there.
Apollo:
Well, maybe with Ms. Fey's help, I won't have to keep on playing her game much longer. Speaking of which... I guess it's a little late to be asking, but... ...do you think she's well enough to testify, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
She slept all day yesterday out of exhaustion, apparently... But that's all it was, so she should be okay.
???:
Barbed Head, Horn Head.
Apollo:
Oh, hello, Your Benevolence.
Phoenix:
Princess Rayfa... You were really impressive in there.
Rayfa:
I am the Royal Priestess, Rayfa Padma Khura'in! I am prepared to face my father's death!
Phoenix:
Despite your mother's opposition, you stood your ground. And in doing so, you fulfilled your duty as the royal priestess.
Rayfa:
......... I-It was... It was all thanks to you and your friends. Your belief in me gave me the courage to follow my path. So... um... I... ...You have my gratitude.
Apollo:
Oh, uh... don't mention it.
Rayfa:
I know! I shall thank you with a gift. What would you like? A cow? A horse? Or perhaps I shall reward your efforts with a royal shoulder massage.
Apollo:
Oh, uh... That's okay, Your Benevolence. Your gratitude is more than enough. Thanks.
Rayfa:
But I thought you Americans liked massages. My technique was highly praised by my father, I'll have you know.
Bailiff:
Hey, you! Lawyers! Where's the accused?!
Apollo:
Huh? Dhurke? .........That's a good question.
Datz:
.........I blew it big time, AJ.
Apollo:
Datz?
Bailiff:
Shut up, you!
Apollo:
Um, what's going on?
Bailiff:
This scoundrel tried to escape with the accused!
Apollo:
Whaaat?!
Bailiff:
We were able to nab him, but the accused is nowhere to be found. Where are you hiding him, you miscreant?!
Datz:
I-I keep telling ya, I got no idea where he went! I mean, yeah, we booked it together... ...but I lost track of him after that!
Apollo:
S-So Dhurke's on the lamb now?
Datz:
Probably, but who knows? He vanished in the blink of an eye.
Apollo:
V-Vanished?
Datz:
You wanna know something, AJ? Dhurke said to me... "I can't put Amara in danger. I have to set her free before it's too late."
Apollo:
Wh-What? Don't tell me he's gone to rescue her!
Datz:
But that's what I AM telling ya! It's why I helped him escape in the first place!
Apollo:
Datz! Do you realize what you've done?! .........Well, what's done is done. Still, why'd he choose to go rescue her now?
Datz:
Maybe he didn't wanna die with any regrets or something... Ya know, just in case he ended up on the chopping block.
Apollo:
.........Why, Dhurke...? I thought you believed in me...
Datz:
Aww, don't be like that, AJ! He'll be back as soon as he frees Amara. You'll see!
Apollo:
That's not the point, Datz...
Bailiff:
Listen, lawyer. You let us know immediately if the accused contacts you! The trial will now resume. See that you are ready!
Apollo:
Wait, the trial's still on? Even without the defendant?
Bailiff:
Those were Her Eminence's orders, so you will return to the courtroom at once!
Phoenix:
Let's go, Apollo. All we can do is see where the next testimony leads.
May 19
High Court of Khura'in
Judge:
Now then, let us resume the trial at hand.
Apollo:
Um, Your Magistry? My client seems to have gone missing.
Judge:
Hmm... What do you think, Your Eminence? Should we proceed without the accused?
Ga'ran:
Why not? My royal guard is searching for him as we speak. They shall find him soon enough, for they would not dare to keep me waiting.
Judge:
Y-Yes, but... what about the law governing court proceedings?
Ga'ran:
Then I shall simply revise it. As ruling sovereign of Khura'in, I proclaim the following: Should the accused be an enemy of the crown... ...they may be tried in absentia.
Judge:
.........Well, in that case, I guess there's no problem with proceeding.
Apollo:
.........
Judge:
Will the witness, Ms. Maya Fey, please approach the stand?
Phoenix:
Sorry to summon you like this, Maya...
Maya:
Nnngh... Getting dragged out of bed and into court is not exactly a fun wake-up call, Nick.
Apollo:
I'm sorry, Ms. Fey. It was my idea.
Maya:
Hm? And you are...?
Apollo:
Oh, right. I'm Apollo Justice. It's nice to finally meet you.
Maya:
Oh, so you're Apollo! Nick's told me all about you! You're the new guy with the loud voice, and a bit of an unreliable streak, right?
Apollo:
U-Unreliable...?!
Phoenix:
Um, well, that was two years ago. You've come a long way since.
Maya:
So why was I called here, anyway? .........Um... Am I under arrest again?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Apollo:
I guess no one's filled her in...
Phoenix:
Well, she HAS been asleep this entire time.
Apollo:
Ms. Fey, this is a trial for Dhurke Sahdmahdi, [sic] and you're here as a witness.
Maya:
What?! D-Dhurke's been... arrested? B-But...
Apollo:
(That's not exactly the reaction I was expecting...)
Judge:
Ms. Fey, you are suspected of playing a part in the murder of Justice Minister Inga.
Maya:
What?
Judge:
Someone allegedly forced you to channel the minister to obfuscate the time of his murder. At least, that is what the defense claims.
Maya:
Wait... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! How could you, Apollo! How did you even reach that conclusion?!
Apollo:
S-Sorry! But it's the only way this whole case makes any sense.
Judge:
Your understandable anger at the defense aside, will you testify, Ms. Fey?
Maya:
Y-Yes, Your Magistry...
Witness Testimony
-- Channeling the Minister --
Maya:
Um... I don't have any idea what's going on, but...
...I know I didn't channel Minister Inga!
I didn't even have the chance to do something like that.
Besides, I'd never go quietly along with some criminal's plan.
Though, I guess there are some things I'd go quietly along with...
Judge:
Hmm... It seems the witness doesn't believe she has ever channeled Justice Minister Inga.
Ga'ran:
And if her words prove to be true, defense, your entire argument becomes moot. You do understand that, don't you?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, of course. (Hmm... It doesn't seem like Ms. Fey is lying.)
Phoenix:
...Apollo. Maya was being awfully secretive about something just now.
Apollo:
Then I guess I'd better dig a bit and try to get her to open up to me first.
Cross-Examination
-- Channeling the Minister --
Maya:
Um... I don't have any idea what's going on, but...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You've been asleep ever since you were rescued from the tomb, correct?
Maya:
...Mm-hm. I was exhausted after being held captive for so long.
Apollo:
That must've been terrible.
Phoenix:
Maya, Minister Inga didn't do anything to you, did he?
Maya:
Oh, no, it wasn't like that. On the contrary, I asked him for all sorts of things.
Phoenix:
Like what?
Maya:
Like "I'm really craving burgers!" and "I'll die if I miss an episode of 'The Plumed Punisher'!" Acting like a brat netted me a TV and even a few burgers from someplace! He was surprisingly nice to me.
Phoenix:
Huh?! Um... are you sure we're talking about the same guy here?
Ga'ran:
Hmph. He may have loomed large, but he was unexpectedly easy to push around.
Maya:
Even though he's the one who was responsible for pushing those execution papers through?
Ga'ran:
Oh, that? Approving executions was simply his preferred method of stress relief.
Apollo:
(With a wife like her, he was probably really pushing them through out of fear.)
Phoenix:
I'm beginning to see why he wanted to stage a coup.
Maya:
...In any case, my time in captivity wasn't so bad. But of all the things that happened...
Maya:
...I know I didn't channel Minister Inga!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Are you sure about that? Maybe you just don't remember channeling him.
Maya:
Don't remember?! I may be 28, but I'm not senile, you know!
Apollo:
(Something's not right here.) Ms. Fey, you were confined to Amara's Tomb the whole time. Is that correct?
Maya:
...Umm, yes. But I wasn't conscious the whole time.
Apollo:
Okay, then let me ask you something. Did you ever see Nayna in the tomb... dressed as Dhurke?
Maya:
Huh? ...Is this some kind of joke? ...I think I'd remember if I saw something as crazy as that.
Phoenix:
Plus, I doubt anyone would carry out a crime like that right in front of a potential witness.
Apollo:
(...I hate when he's right.)
Maya:
I didn't even have the chance to do something like that.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You didn't have a chance to channel him? Does channeling someone take a long time?
Maya:
Not really. Once you get the hang of it, it's pretty much instantaneous. But I was all tied up, literally! So there was no way for me to make the channeling mudra with my hands to do it.
Apollo:
R-Right... (I guess she really didn't channel Inga then.)
Phoenix:
Maya, when mediums are done with a session... ...they can send the spirit back to the other world themselves, right?
Maya:
Sure, unless they're still in training. Amateurs can get possessed by spirits sometimes... ...but full-fledged mediums can stay in total control of a session. And they can send the deceased's spirit away anytime they want.
Apollo:
So I take you can do that, too, Ms. Fey?
Maya:
Of course! It's a cinch for the new-and-improved Mystic Maya Fey, Ace Spirit Medium!
Phoenix:
That's strange. You seem like the same old childish Maya to me.
Maya:
Grr...! I'll show you childish, Nick!
Maya:
Besides, I'd never go quietly along with some criminal's plan.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So you wouldn't channel spirits for unseemly purposes?
Maya:
Of course not. Spirit channeling is my bread and butter. And I take a lot of pride in my work. It's like, would YOU use your legal skills to commit a crime, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, uh... Until finger pointing and objecting become deadly, I don't see how they CAN be used...
Maya:
.........Wow, you're a regular Mr. Smarty-Pants. Just like Nick. Always at the ready with some sarcastic comeback.
Phoenix:
I think I'll save my many objections for after the trial...
Apollo:
Yes, please.
Maya:
Anyway... I'd never go along with something like murder.
Maya:
Though, I guess there are some things I'd go quietly along with...
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
It sounds to me like you're trying to hide something, Ms. Fey...
Maya:
.........Didn't anyone teach you about respecting boundaries, Apollo? It's really rude to pry into a person's private affairs.
Apollo:
Ah, s-sorry! I didn't realize... Um... .........Wait, we're in a court of law...
Maya:
Yeah, I know.
Apollo:
Then what was all that about me being rude? I'm just doing my job!
Maya:
...!
Apollo:
...So please, just tell me. What exactly are you hiding?
Maya:
Sorry, but... I promised Dhurke I wouldn't say.
Apollo:
You made a promise... to Dhurke?
Maya:
Mm-hm. A pretty big one...
Phoenix:
I think this is about all you're going to get out of her.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah...
Phoenix:
Maya seems really confused. But you can't blame her for not knowing what happened.
Apollo:
True... After all, first she was kidnapped, and now she's wrapped up in a murder case.
Phoenix:
We'll have to fill her in as she gives her testimony.
After pressing all statements:
Ga'ran:
Enough. The witness is denying that she channeled any spirits. Further questioning is pointless. It appears your little fiction has been soundly expossed for what it is.
Maya:
...You should listen to her, Apollo. I don't even know why you suspected me in the first place. I mean, you don't have any evidence of me channeling Minister Inga, do you?
Apollo:
Oh, umm... (Evidence, huh?)
Maya:
There's no point in even thinking about it, really. I don't use anything special to channel spirits, so there wouldn't be anything left behind.
Phoenix:
That's true... Just like when she channeled the high priest, all Maya needs is her own body.
Judge:
If the defense has no evidence to offer, I will have to end this cross-examination.
Apollo:
(What now? Even if she doesn't use any special items to do the channeling itself... ...you'd think there would be SOMETHING to complete the deception.)
Judge:
Is there any proof that Justice Minister Inga was channeled?
None at all
Apollo:
Nope, I don't see how there could be, Your Magistry.
Maya:
I see you've still got a long way to go, Apollo.
Apollo:
E-Excuse me?
Maya:
If it were Nick, he would've tried to bluff his way through that one.
Apollo:
(But I'm not Mr. Wright...) ...Um, I'd like to retract my previous statement. And as to whether there is any proof that Minister Inga was channeled? 
Leads to:
"You bet there is!"
You bet there is
Leads to:
"You bet there is!"
Apollo:
You bet there is!
Maya:
Really?!
Judge:
Well, now!
Phoenix:
...You're bluffing, I take it?
Apollo:
.........I'll be fine! (If we're right, then there must be some sort of proof to back us up. Time to do some serious thinking, Apollo Justice!) Okay, we know that when Rayfa saw her father... ...he wasn't dressed like Ms. Fey, right?
Phoenix:
Right, because if he was... ...Rayfa would've immediately known he was being channeled.
Apollo:
So that means... ...he was dressed in his usual suit when Rayfa saw him.
Phoenix:
...Ah-hah! Good thinking, Apollo. This might be the perfect angle to attack from.
Judge:
All right. Let's have an answer from the defense. What proof do you have that Ms. Maya Fey channeled Justice Minister Inga?
Present Gemstone
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Is that... a gemstone?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
Hmm... And how does that prove she channeled the minister?
Apollo:
Oh, um... About that... *psst* M-Mr. Wright. 
Phoenix:
Why are you whispering?
Apollo:
Help me before they call my bluff.
Phoenix:
What?!
Ga'ran:
And what makes you think your bluff wasn't called from the very start, Horned Devil?
Judge:
.........
Apollo:
N-Nothing, Your Eminence...
Judge:
Keep this up, defense... and we'll be casting you off the bluffs of Mt. Poniponi!
Apollo:
Nnnagh! (Oww... I'd better think this through again. Even if Ms. Fey had channeled Inga... ... she still would've had to change into his clothes to complete her disguise. If so, where did Inga's clothes go after she changed out of them?)
Judge:
Now, would the defense care to provide an honest response this time?
Leads back to:
"What proof do you have that Ms. Maya Fey channeled Justice Minister Inga?"
Judge:
Is that... a gemstone?
Apollo:
We found this among the ashes of one the [sic] tomb's incense burners. Does this gemstone ring any bells, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:
Wh-What...! What was that doing in the tomb?
Apollo:
Ah, so you do recognize it. But then, as his wife... ...how could you not recognize this gemstone button from your husband's jacket?
Maya:
Hm? I don't get where you're going with this...
Apollo:
Channeling Minister Inga alone wouldn't be enough to fool someone like Princess Rayfa. Especially if he were wearing your clothes. So you would've had to change into the minister's clothes before channeling him.
Maya:
.........Ah!
Apollo:
Ms. Fey. You used the minister's clothes as cover while going from his room to the tomb... ...where you burned them once you no longer needed them!
Maya:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaat?!
Phoenix:
Uh, oh... She seems genuinely surprised by that, Apollo...
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
.........Ms. Fey?
Maya:
Y-Yes?
Ga'ran:
Do you know my husband's name?
Maya:
It was, umm... "Inga Karkhuul Khura'in"... right?
Ga'ran:
That is correct, in part. But there's more... Much more. Inga Karkhuul Haw'kohd Dis'nahm Bi'ahni Lawga Ormo Pohmpus Da'nit Ar'edi Iz Khura'in III. That is his true name.
Apollo:
Could it be any longer...?
Ga'ran:
Due to its length, only a portion of it was ever made public. So, Ms. Fey. Did you know his true name?
Maya:
N-No. I mean, how could I...?
Ga'ran:
Precisely. Yet a medium must know both the face AND true name of the one she seeks to channel.
Apollo:
Ah... Aaaaaaaaaagh! S-So then... Ms. Fey couldn't have channeled Minister Inga?
Maya:
That's what I've been saying this whole time! Why would I want to randomly channel some old guy I didn't know... ...and didn't like, thanks to that last trial.
Apollo:
I-I can't believe this...
Phoenix:
Apollo... I really don't think Maya's lying. However, your line of reasoning still seems credible to me.
Apollo:
I agree, but there's something tripping us up in the details. Maybe we're working off of some wrong assumption again.
Maya:
.........Um, Apollo? I was thinking...
Apollo:
Yes?
Maya:
Since I didn't channel Minister Inga... ...is it possible that someone else did?
Apollo:
Someone else? But who else could it have been?
Maya:
I... haven't thought that far yet.
Ga'ran:
Such chatter is without merit. Let us move on, shall we?
Apollo:
Urk. (I don't care what Ga'ran says. I'm going to figure this out. If it wasn't Ms. Fey, and the queen has an alibi, then...)
Phoenix:
Apollo, forget about who is capable of channeling spirits for a second.
Apollo:
I should consider the circumstances around the channeling, right?
Phoenix:
Right. We know Rayfa saw her father come running out of his private quarters. If he was being channeled at the time, who could it have been?
Apollo:
It had to have been... someone who was in Inga's private quarters.
Ga'ran:
Well, I'm waiting, defense. And you know how much I despise waiting.
Apollo:
Yes, but! There is someone else besides Ms. Fey who could've channeled Minister Inga! (There is just one more person... And they were in Inga's private quarters. That person is our only hope now!)
Ga'ran:
So the defense believes there was another. Let's have your very serious answer then.
Apollo:
With pleasure!
Ga'ran:
Horned Devil! Who could have channeled Minister Inga?
Present Nayna profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Nayna...?"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Ga'ran:
.........Preposterous.
Apollo:
Augh! (A little warning would've been nice!)
Judge:
But I thought meting out penalties was my job...
Apollo:
(It can only be that one person. The person who entered Inga's private quarters just before they came back out!)
Ga'ran:
I command the defense to answer once more.
Leads back to:
"Horned Devil!"
Ga'ran:
Nayna...?
Apollo:
Your Eminence said it yourself...
Ga'ran:
That's right. Nayna never did go into the tomb that day. Instead, she entered my husband's private quarters.
Apollo:
How do you know?
Ga'ran:
It's quite simple. Shoeprints were discovered in Inga's private quarters. Shoeprints that belonged to Nayna.
Apollo:
And then there's Her Benevolence's statement. She said that Nayna disappeared right after she entered Minister Inga's private quarters... ...the room from which Minister Inga himself came running out of not long afterwards.
Ga'ran:
You are not seriously suggesting...
Apollo:
It's the only thing that makes sense. Nayna channeled Minister Inga and left his private quarters thereafter. That's why no one has seen her since... ...and why only the minister's shoeprints were found outside his residence!
Maya:
...Ah! No waaaaaaaaay!
Phoenix:
That's got to be it! Nayna must've somehow channeled the minister...!
Apollo:
All of the circumstantial evidence has fallen into place. You can't ignore it anymore. You can't claim Nayna isn't connected to this case somehow! In light of this, the defense calls Nayna to the stand!
Ga'ran:
...!
Judge:
W-Well, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:
............ Very well, then. Let us call Nayna to testify.
Apollo:
(...Yes! Now we can finally crack this case wide open!)
Judge:
Let us adjourn while the witness is summoned.
Ga'ran:
There is no need. Nayna is in the waiting lobby.
Apollo:
What? Nayna's here? I thought she'd gone missing.
Ga'ran:
It seems she was feeling unwell, and simply wished to rest undisturbed. But her concern for Rayfa brought her here today.
Apollo:
(She took time off without Rayfa's knowledge or consent?)
Phoenix:
.........I'm betting there's more to her disappearing act than meets the eye, Apollo.
Judge:
Ms. Nayna, do you understand why you have been summoned here today?
Nayna:
........................ Yes, of course. Her Eminence has informed me that this man here suspects I have committed a crime.
Apollo:
(So this is Nayna... That's quite the hairdo.)
Nayna:
Though I will say......... Heh heh heh heh heh! I suppose I'm not as old as I had thought... ...if this horn-headed nincompoop would take me for a criminal.
Apollo:
N-Nincompoop...?
Phoenix:
Isn't that Rayfa's favorite insult? I guess Nayna rubbed off on her, what with all the time they spend together.
Nayna:
You there, young Horn Head.
Apollo:
Y-Yes?!
Nayna:
You're accusing me of slaying Minister Inga and channeling his spirit, yes? ...What an active imagination you have. Young folk are so wonderfully open-minded.
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. Thanks. (Just take the compliment, Justice.)
Judge:
...Now, then. Will the witness please proceed with her testimony? This court wishes to know if you did or did not channel Minister Inga in his private quarters.
Witness Testimony
-- I'm No Spirit Medium, Sonny --
Nayna:
I was feeling under the weather yesterday, and decided to rest these weary bones.
Besides which, a lowly servant such as I could not possibly be an honorable spirit medium.
Only members of the royal family can learn the art of spirit channeling here in Khura'in.
After Queen Amara's passing, Her Eminence, Queen Ga'ran is the only spirit medium left.
If you believe a medium to be the culprit, it would have to be that young lass Maya Fey.
Ga'ran:
And there you have it. It seems we have summoned her for nothing. Only those of the royal bloodline have the power of spirit channeling. That a servant such as Nayna could channel spirits is a most unamusing jest.
Apollo:
(On the surface, anyway. But our line of reasoning has led us to this end -- that Nayna channeled Inga's spirit.)
Judge:
All right, the defense may now question the witness.
Cross-Examination
-- I'm No Spirit Medium, Sonny --
Nayna:
I was feeling under the weather yesterday, and decided to rest these weary bones.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Ahlbi's dog stole your hat when you were in the courtyard yesterday afternoon. Was it after that that you decided to take a rest?
Nayna:
I had been feeling unwell all day, and had pushed myself too hard. I kept feeling weak and dizzy, and that dirty mongrel only served to worsen my condition.
Apollo:
While I sympathize with you, Nayna... ...you took the whole day off without informing Princess Rayfa. She was very worried about you, you know.
Nayna:
How very kind of Her Benevolence. But she need not concern herself with the welfare of a mere servant such as I.
Phoenix:
Except, to Rayfa... ...Nayna's not just a "mere servant."
Nayna:
To even think a mere commoner could channel spirits or slay a minister... What hogwash.
Nayna:
Besides which, a lowly servant such as I could not possibly be an honorable spirit medium.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I hear you are the head servant. Isn't that right?
Nayna:
Are you suggesting that my position affords me the ability to channel spirits?
Apollo:
.........Since you're the head servant to a family of channelers, I'd say it's plausible. If you wanted to, it's not impossible for you to learn through exposure.
Nayna:
...I think not. For that goes against the very underpinnings of the Kingdom of Khura'in.
Ga'ran:
To become a spirit medium requires a noble spirit and rigorous training. But most importantly, one must be a direct descendant of the founder. It is not simply some hobby one can take up in the manner of knitting or gardening.
Apollo:
So commoners could never become a medium, no matter how hard they tried?
Nayna:
That is common knowledge to all who are born and raised here, young Horn Head.
Nayna:
Only members of the royal family can learn the art of spirit channeling here in Khura'in.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Okay, then... What if you actually have royal blood in your veins, Nayna? Like a distant relative or something?
Nayna:
I am from a line of humble fishermen, all the way back to my grandfather's grandfather. I've never heard talk of royal blood or noble ancestry.
Phoenix:
Apollo. If spirit channeling is a secret art passed down from mother to daughter... ...then even with a royal ancestor, it'd be impossible to learn without the right training.
Ga'ran:
It is as the Barbed One says. It also must be mentioned that this secret art... ...is only taught here in the Kingdom of Khura'in, and your country's Kurain Village.
Apollo:
(Why aren't things falling into place like I expected...?)
Judge:
I would ask the witness to continue her testimony.
Nayna:
After Queen Amara's passing, Her Eminence, Queen Ga'ran is the only spirit medium left.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
...Queen Amara was the victim of an assassination, right?
Nayna:
Yes. Oh, she was a beautiful, gentle soul. But she fell in love with a man of dubious origins... ...and was murdered in a terrible blaze. Fate can be so cruel.
Apollo:
(Except she's actually still alive.)
Phoenix:
Poor Nayna's yet another follower unwittingly praying over an empty sarcophagus.
Apollo:
(Amara -- the queen who's been locked away, and her existence in this world, erased. But the fact that she is still alive shackles Nahyuta to Ga'ran's will. Nahyuta... The only reason you're still standing there by that woman's side... ...is because you're afraid of what would happen to Amara otherwise... right?)
Ga'ran:
We need not recount such ancient history. Let us continue with the witness's testimony.
Present Woman's Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"............"
Nayna:
If you believe a medium to be the culprit, it would have to be that young lass Maya Fey.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Ms. Fey was being held hostage. She was completely tied up, and didn't even know Minister Inga's true name... ...making it impossible for her to kill or channel him!
Nayna:
Bah, I know nothing of that.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
Listen, you horned devil. Were you not just insisting that it was Maya Fey who had channeled Minister Inga? My, how quickly you change your tune.
Apollo:
No, I'm just quick on my feet when new information presents itself. (I'm also quick to force my biggest smile when times like these demand it.)
Phoenix:
It's great that you're following my advice, Apollo... ...but try not to LOOK so forced while you do, would you?
Phoenix:
Nayna is right about one thing, though. Only those of the royal bloodline can be spirit mediums in Khura'in. Common folk like us are out of luck.
Apollo:
Yeah, I guess so. (Still... ...I think I'll finally be close to connecting all the dots, once I point one very big thing out.)
Apollo:
............ (Okay, so I presented what makes sense in terms of a direct contradiction... ...except I don't know how to make it make sense in the larger context of this case.)
Judge:
Well? Is the defense going to follow up its loud objection with a sound explanation?
Apollo:
Oh, um... sorry. How do I put this... I believe there's a problem with Nayna's testimony.
Judge:
Go on.
Apollo:
She asserted that she could not possibly be a spirit medium because... ...in Khura'in, only members of the royal family can learn how to channel spirits.
Judge:
I fail to see the problem in that statement, defense.
Apollo:
Hold on -- I'm getting to it, Your Magistry. ............ (Nayna stated an absolute falsehood... ...since we know that Amara is still alive. At the same time, circumstantial evidence points to Nayna channeling Inga. After all, just after she entered his private quarters... ...Inga came running out screaming, despite having been killed at 2 PM. That would mean that Nayna channeled Inga... ...even though supposedly, only those of the royal family are capable of doing so. Wait, wait, wait... Is it too late to ask for a refund on my trip down the rabbit hole?) .........Mr. Wright. You may think I've lost my mind with this bluff, but...
Phoenix:
But?
Apollo:
But if I can at least establish the possibility... ...I think it'll give us the break we need.
Phoenix:
.........Wait a sec... Are you going to propose what I think you are...?!
Apollo:
(Yes. It's a huge risk, but I think there's a chance I can prove it.) Will the court please take a look at this photo?
Judge:
Hm?
Ga'ran:
!
Nahyuta:
Th-That's...!
Apollo:
This photo's very existence, to say nothing of the person in it... ...contradicts the witness's claim... ...that Queen Ga'ran is the only remaining spirit medium in Khura'in.
Ga'ran:
Horned Devil! You mustn't...!
Apollo:
Oh, but I must. Under these circumstances, the outcome of this trial depends on it. But you already knew that, didn't you, Your Eminence?
Ga'ran:
............
Judge:
Will the defense please explain who is shown in the photograph?
Apollo:
The person in the photo is... the previous queen, Amara Sigatar Khura'in. Contrary to popular belief, she was never assassinated. In fact, she's very much alive.
Judge:
What?! But that's nonsense!
Apollo:
Take a good look at the law book in this photo, Your Magistry. The Mark of the Dragon branded on it... ...could only have been placed there after Queen Amara's supposed assassination.
Ga'ran:
...Rrrgh!
Gallery:
Queen Amara's still alive?Has the lawyer gone mad?
Judge:
.........While I personally find it hard to believe... ...I will allow the defense to continue. You may proceed, defense.
Apollo:
Queen Amara's death was staged to keep her safe from her would-be killer. Yet, according to Dhurke, she is actually being held captive somewhere. But the real truth is that Queen Amara is not being held in confinement! Rather, she walks freely among us... ...here -- in this very courtroom today!
Judge:
But how--?!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Do not be deceived, Your Magistry. The red pepper is skilled in weaving plausible lies. It is the cunning lawyerly art known as "bluffing." But knowing this, there is no need to fear his forked tongue.
Apollo:
Apollo:
That's where you're wrong, Prosecutor. 'Cause you'll be quaking in YOUR boots soon enough.
Nahyuta:
...Is that so?
Apollo:
(It's my turn, Nahyuta, to wake you up to the truth right before your eyes!) Queen Amara is still very much alive and has been disguising herself as...
Present Nayna profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"B-But that's...!"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Judge:
Well, now... You believe this to be Queen Amara in the flesh?
Apollo:
.........You mean, it's not?
Judge:
Looks like YOU'RE the one who deserves to be quaking in his boots!
Apollo:
F-Forgive me, Your Magistry! (So I made a mistake! Yeesh!)
Nahyuta:
Listen, you putrid-minded lawyer. My mother couldn't possibly be here in this sacred hall.
Apollo:
That's where you're wrong, Prosecutor. She's here, and I'm going to prove it to you.
Leads back to:
"Queen Amara is still very much alive and has been disguising herself as..."
Judge:
B-But that's...!
Ga'ran:
...Gnrk!
Nayna:
...Eek!
Apollo:
This is the simplest and cleanest explanation for everything we've covered so far. The person who killed Minister Inga... Someone with intimate knowledge of the Divination Séance... The medium who channeled the minister in order to mask the real time of his death... Condense these traits into one person and you get a spirit medium of royal blood. And that person... is none other than you, Nayna!
Nayna:
!
Apollo:
Your true identity... ....is the former queen Amara, and the killer we've been looking for all along!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Have you finally lost your mind, Mr. Justice? What you say is beyond blasphemous -- even in the depths of hell!
Nayna:
Oh my, such frightening allegations!
Judge:
Indeed! And absolutely ludicrous, to boot! Her Eminence Queen Amara yet lives... ...and is actually Ms. Nayna here? You have truly gone off the deep end!
Apollo:
You don't have to take my word for it. In fact, a certain someone can help me prove it. Your Eminence!
Ga'ran:
...............
Apollo:
If Queen Amara truly is dead... ...you should be able to channel her spirit, right here, right now. Isn't that correct?
Ga'ran:
...........................Gnrk. I can... deny it no longer.
Apollo:
!
Nayna:
!
Ga'ran:
The lawyer speaks the truth. Nayna, the woman who stands here before us... ...is Amara, the former queen believed to have perished twenty-three years ago.
Nahyuta:
P-P-P... Pohl...!
Judge:
Pohlkunkaaaaaaaaa!
Nayna:
............
Apollo:
......... (Finally... We've finally got... Inga's real killer on the stand!) Nayna -- no -- Amara Sigatar Khura'in! Please drop the act and tell us what really happened!
Nayna:
................................. ............... Oh, dearie me. I guess I shouldn't have underestimated the power of youth. Well done, young Horn Head.
Apollo:
! Whoa!
Amara:
.........*sigh* I was getting tired of masquerading as an old woman, anyway. It has been far too long since I last greeted you, good people of Khura'in. It is I, Amara Sigatar Khura'in, your former queen.
Judge:
Qu-Qu... Queen Amara?!
Nahyuta:
Wh-Whaaa--? Ah...... NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
Apollo:
(And I thought Ga'ran's makeover was extreme...)
Judge:
Can it really be true? You are alive and well?!
Amara:
It is true. I feel as if I have been called back from the Twilight Realm. I fear I have caused all of you a great deal of distress. O ho ho ho ho.
Ga'ran:
Amara... I'm sorry I was unable to keep your secret any longer. I hope you can forgive me.
Amara:
It is quite all right, Ga'ran. I am safe now. For Dhurke, that blackguard who threatened my life, will be re-captured soon enough. I need not conceal my identity any longer.
Judge:
Qu-Queen Amara! What... What does this all mean?! Were you not killed in that fire twenty-three years ago?
Amara:
I barely escaped that blaze with my life. But though I survived, I knew that scoundrel would make further attempts on my life. Therefore, I staged my death and abdicated the throne to my dear younger sister, Ga'ran.
Judge:
B-But the building of that great tomb...! A-And disguising yourself as a lowly servant! Why would you do such a thing?!
Amara:
...Ga'ran. I would have you explain.
Ga'ran:
I wished for her to be close at hand. It was the only way I felt I could protect her. And it was the best way to hide her from the eyes of the public. After all, who could conceive of Amara lowering her station to that of a servant?
Phoenix:
She's got that right. Even Dhurke thought Amara was being held captive in some far-off place.
Apollo:
He never even guessed she was living as a servant, right in plain sight.
Amara:
I must say, a life dedicated to the servitude of others is not the least bit disagreeable. It is a quiet, humble existence -- far removed from the tedium of regal duties. Ah... But those days of peace have ended. And it's all because of you... Horn Head.
Apollo:
You should consider yourself lucky if that's all this ends with.
Amara:
If there is something you wish to say, then say it.
Apollo:
It doesn't matter who you are, you won't escape the crime you committed. The defense... moves to indict you as Justice Minister Inga's real killer!
Amara:
!
Judge:
What's this?! You would accuse Queen Amara of homicide?! A grand priestess of Khura'inism?! Y-You can't do that! Sh-She's... virtually a goddess in the eyes of her people!
Apollo:
If you commit the crime, you'd better be ready to do the time. Be you a priest, saint, queen, or god.
Judge:
I-I've... never met such an egalitarian person...
Apollo:
Queen Amara. In your years disguised as Nayna, you would have learned about Minister Inga's disorder. So you knew you could dress in Dhurke's clothes to forge a convincing Séance vision. Isn't that right?
Amara:
...O ho ho ho ho. What a curious character you are. You would label me a murderer? Me -- the one who the people regarded as the reincarnation of the Holy Mother herself?
Apollo:
You may be a grand figure in Khura'inism... ...but as a foreigner, you're just another suspect to me.
Amara:
......... .........It would appear your words are not in jest. Am I to suffer the sullying of my good name with accusations of murder most foul? ...............
Judge:
P-Please, Queen Amara! Forgive his impudence! The lawyer knows not what he speaks!
Amara:
.........Fear not, Good Magistry. For this is the sacred Hall of Justice. Though I am a grand priestess, on this stand I am but a witness like any other. I shall face his accusations with grace and benevolence.
Judge:
Your compassion overfloweth, Your Mercifulness.
Amara:
...Oh, young lawyer. In my benevolence, I must warn you that your assertion suffers from a tragic flaw.
Apollo:
Huh? There's a flaw?
Amara:
Nahyuta.
Nahyuta:
Y-Yes, Your Mercifulness?
Amara:
Who was present in the tomb when the murder was discovered?
Nahyuta:
...Dhurke Sahdmadhi, Maya Fey, and the victim, Minister Inga. ! .........I see. That is a fatal flaw indeed. It appears Queen Amara couldn't possibly have gone to the tomb as Minister Inga.
Apollo:
What? Why not?
Amara:
Do not keep the defense waiting, Nahyuta. Explain how wrong he truly is.
Nahyuta:
Yes, Your Mercifulness. Her Benevolence, Princess Rayfa saw Minister Inga enter the tomb around 2:30 PM. Yet you, the defense, claim the person she saw... ...was the minister being channeled by Queen Amara. However, if Her Mercifulness had channeled him... ...and moved to the tomb... ...then, once she was done channeling... ...Queen Amara would have re-emerged and been left stuck in the tomb.
Apollo:
Oh, yeah...
Nahyuta:
Had she tried to exit before you all arrived... ...Princess Rayfa, who had been looking down upon the courtyard, would have seen her. However, Her Benevolence saw nothing of the sort.
Apollo:
Urk.
Nahyuta:
In conclusion, Queen Amara could not have left the tomb without being observed. And yet, was she there in the tomb when the murder was discovered, defense?
Apollo:
.........N-No. No, she wasn't.
Nahyuta:
...Hmph.
Amara:
Now do you see? Your flimsy claim has been uprooted like a sapling in a flood.
Apollo:
Nngh......... Aaaaaaaaah!
Ga'ran:
Well. That was entertaining. Prosecutor Sadhmadhi. Assume the prosecution of this case and clear your mother's good name.
Nahyuta:
You wish for me to take over?
Ga'ran:
Yes. Prosecute your father to save your mother. Heh heh heh. What a poignant fate you bear, but bear it you must. Are you ready?
Nahyuta:
...Yes, Your Eminence!
Ga'ran:
...And there you have it, Your Magistry. I shall watch the rest of the proceedings from the sidelines. I relinquish complete control of this sacred hall to your authority once more.
Judge:
Wh-Why, thank you, Your Eminence. Now then, Your Mercifulness. Your testimony, if you please.
Witness Testimony
-- The Laywer's Theory Is Absurd --
Amara:
Now I shall destroy your utterly absurd and barbarous theory.
I was not anywhere near the tomb following the murder.
Were your theory correct, I would have been in the tomb once I had stopped channeling.
My husband Dhurke is the killer, but he has fled from this sacred hall.
May the Holy Mother rain judgment upon the traitor Dhurke Sahdmadhi for his crimes.
Judge:
Oh, such marvelous testimony. You are truly a treasure, Your Mercifulness.
Amara:
This, too, is but by the grace of Her Holiness. No doubt my unmasking here today was Her will as well.
Judge:
Oh, my... The Holy Mother, you say?
Amara:
Yes. Surely Her Holiness has guided me to this witness stand... ...and to the purity of truth!
Judge:
Oh, how magnificent! Queen Amara, the Holy Mother's messenger here on Earth!
Gallery:
Praise be for Queen Amara! Blessings! Blessings upon Her Mercifulness!
Apollo:
(Where did those animals even come from?!)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may question the witness. But remember, she is a grand priestess, so disrespect will not be tolerated. That means... ...no pointing out conflicts, inconsistencies, or any other flaws in her testimony!
Cross-Examination
-- The Laywer's Theory Is Absurd --
Amara:
Now I shall destroy your utterly absurd and barbarous theory.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
My theory is utterly absurd and barbarous?
Amara:
And high-handed, if I may say so. Nahyuta was right to call you putrid-minded. Surely even the monkeys of Mt. Poniponi's holy waterfalls could devise a better theory.
Apollo:
(Surely you can steal better insults than "Nahyuta's Best"...)
Amara:
Now then, to all of you gathered in this sacred hall... need I remind you?
Amara:
I was not anywhere near the tomb following the murder.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Well, maybe... you were hiding inside the sarcophagus. After all, it DOES technically belong to you. I bet you'd have no trouble opening it.
Amara:
If I had been in there, I could not be here today. For the tomb has been under constant surveillance since the murder. I would have never been able to leave.
Apollo:
(Hmm... I guess not.) Um... If I might ask... What's in that sarcophagus, anyway? You're still alive, so...
Amara:
...There is despair, sadness, hatred, and malice. Only one brave enough to see the truth hidden deep within... ...couldl discover the final hope -- my continued corporeality!
Apollo:
You completely lost me...
Phoenix:
In other words... it's empty. But no one dared to open it because they were too scared of the curse.
Amara:
Now, will you dispense with your theory? It is as empty as my sarcophagus.
After pressing third and fourth statements
Judge:
That's quite enough! It's abundantly clear that Queen Amara's testimony is flawless.
Amara:
Oh ho ho. Do you understand now, lawyer?
Apollo:
Nnrrrgh. (This is bad. The judge isn't going to let me cross-examine her much longer!)
Phoenix:
Amara should've been in the tomb after the minister's murder, but she wasn't. I don't get it.
Apollo:
How did she just vanish from the scene of the crime like that? (It shouldn't be possbile for normal people to...) For... normal people... .........Ah! Maybe...!
Phoenix:
Maybe what?
Apollo:
Your Magistry. I think I can explain why Queen Amara wasn't there in the tomb after the murder!
Judge:
Very well, defense. Do explain.
Apollo:
I believe it was accomplished through a method only she is capable of. And by using this special method, it would be possible for her to literally disappear.
Judge:
Well, don't keep us waiting. Let's hear it. How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb? [sic]
She hid in the sarcophagus
Apollo:
Maybe she hid in the sarcophagus.
Amara:
Perhaps next you can explain when and how I was able to escape unseen? After all, the tomb has been under constant surveillance since the murder.
Apollo:
...There could be a secret passage beneath that stone coffin. I've seen something like that before at a magic show back home. 
Amara:
Oh? Then let us shut you in the sarcophagus and see what happens. Nahyuta, would you do the honors? Go ahead and throw away the key as well. Then we can witness his valiant escape through this supposed secret passage.
Nahyuta:
That sounds wonderfully entertaining. I shall start making the preparations at once.
Apollo:
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Apollo:
...You know what? I think I might have made a mistake there. 
Judge:
Don't even think about trying to escape from your mistake, defense. Now then, I will ask the defense again...
Leads back to:
"How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb?"
She channeled someone
Leads to:
"All she had to do was channel someone."
She clung to the ceiling
Apollo:
Queen Amara must've clung to the ceiling. Yes, she was hanging off of it like one of Datz's dried geckos!
Amara:
.........
Judge:
.........
Ga'ran:
.........
Apollo:
W-Was it something I said?
Phoenix:
Nice try, Apollo, but you might want to try a different joke with this crowd.
Apollo:
I-I wasn't trying to be funny, Mr. Wright...
Judge:
How dare you compare Her Mercifulness to a mere gecko?!
Apollo:
S-Sorry!
Judge:
Now then, I will ask the defense again...
Leads back to:
"How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb?"
Apollo:
All she had to do was channel someone. Then she could easily disappear from the scene of the crime. After all, she would literally be someone else.
Judge:
Why, I believe that actually makes sense!
Apollo:
What do you have to say to that, Queen Amara?!
Amara:
..................You believe that I, a grand priestess... ...would use the sacred power of spirit channeling to commit murder? ..................
Apollo:
! (Wh-Wh-What the--?!)
Judge:
E-Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Mercy, Your Mercifulness! H-How dare you spew such... vile blasphemy, defense! You will retract your last statement, or face immediate execution!
Apollo:
.........
Amara:
............No, Good Magistry. It is quite all right. Khura'inism also teaches that we must respond at all times with reasoned principle. Therefore, I shall offer a measured response to his blasphemous accusation.
Apollo:
...You have something to counter with?
Amara:
Indeed. Now, are you listening? It would not have been possible to simply vanish by means of spirit channeling. After all, it would require a deceased person to channel. However, there was only one murder victim in the tomb. And that was Minister Inga. The only others there right after his murder... ...were Dhurke and Ms. Fey.
Apollo:
Ah...
Amara:
Had I channeled Inga as you allege... ...well, the outcome would have been quite odd to say the least. For there beside the dead minister, a living, breathing one would have appeared! Even if I had been in the tomb, there was no one to channel except the deceased minister. So, you see, I could not have vanished by means of spirit channeling.
Apollo:
Gnrk! (That's true, but... ...I can't rule it out yet. Because... Well...) .........What if there WAS another victim? Someone we haven't identified yet.
Amara:
How absurd.
Apollo:
If you channeled someone other than Minister Inga... ...you could have used their identity to disappear from the tomb.
Amara:
.........
Phoenix:
Another... victim?
Apollo:
...Queen Amara. Please add your last statement to your testimony. (This could explain everything. Wasn't there some sign of another victim there in the tomb? And yet... why do I sense I'm not going to like what I'm about to find out?)
Adds statement "Minister Inga was the sole victim. There was no other spirit to channel until he was dead."
Amara:
Were your theory correct, I would have been in the tomb once I had stopped channeling.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I'll admit you weren't in the tomb after the murder.
Amara:
Very good. But that very truth refutes your theory. Even if I had channeled Minister Inga... ...and entered the tomb... ...the moment I ceased channeling him, I would have re-emerged at the crime scene.
Nahyuta:
Precisely. As you said yourself, defense, Queen Amara was not there after the murder. The only living souls in the tomb at that time were Dhurke Sahdmadhi and Maya Fey.
Apollo:
Urrnngh...
Amara:
Be it in this life, or the next... ...there is no escaping such simple truths.
After pressing second and fourth statements
Judge:
That's quite enough! It's abundantly clear that Queen Amara's testimony is flawless.
Amara:
Oh ho ho. Do you understand now, lawyer?
Apollo:
Nnrrrgh. (This is bad. The judge isn't going to let me cross-examine her much longer!)
Phoenix:
Amara should've been in the tomb after the minister's murder, but she wasn't. I don't get it.
Apollo:
How did she just vanish from the scene of the crime like that? (It shouldn't be possbile for normal people to...) For... normal people... .........Ah! Maybe...!
Phoenix:
Maybe what?
Apollo:
Your Magistry. I think I can explain why Queen Amara wasn't there in the tomb after the murder!
Judge:
Very well, defense. Do explain.
Apollo:
I believe it was accomplished through a method only she is capable of. And by using this special method, it would be possible for her to literally disappear.
Judge:
Well, don't keep us waiting. Let's hear it. How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb? [sic]
She hid in the sarcophagus
Apollo:
Maybe she hid in the sarcophagus.
Amara:
Perhaps next you can explain when and how I was able to escape unseen? After all, the tomb has been under constant surveillance since the murder.
Apollo:
...There could be a secret passage beneath that stone coffin. I've seen something like that before at a magic show back home. 
Amara:
Oh? Then let us shut you in the sarcophagus and see what happens. Nahyuta, would you do the honors? Go ahead and throw away the key as well. Then we can witness his valiant escape through this supposed secret passage.
Nahyuta:
That sounds wonderfully entertaining. I shall start making the preparations at once.
Apollo:
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Apollo:
...You know what? I think I might have made a mistake there. 
Judge:
Don't even think about trying to escape from your mistake, defense. Now then, I will ask the defense again...
Leads back to:
"How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb?"
She channeled someone
Leads to:
"All she had to do was channel someone."
She clung to the ceiling
Apollo:
Queen Amara must've clung to the ceiling. Yes, she was hanging off of it like one of Datz's dried geckos!
Amara:
.........
Judge:
.........
Ga'ran:
.........
Apollo:
W-Was it something I said?
Phoenix:
Nice try, Apollo, but you might want to try a different joke with this crowd.
Apollo:
I-I wasn't trying to be funny, Mr. Wright...
Judge:
How dare you compare Her Mercifulness to a mere gecko?!
Apollo:
S-Sorry!
Judge:
Now then, I will ask the defense again...
Leads back to:
"How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb?"
Apollo:
All she had to do was channel someone. Then she could easily disappear from the scene of the crime. After all, she would literally be someone else.
Judge:
Why, I believe that actually makes sense!
Apollo:
What do you have to say to that, Queen Amara?!
Amara:
..................You believe that I, a grand priestess... ...would use the sacred power of spirit channeling to commit murder? ..................
Apollo:
! (Wh-Wh-What the--?!)
Judge:
E-Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Mercy, Your Mercifulness! H-How dare you spew such... vile blasphemy, defense! You will retract your last statement, or face immediate execution!
Apollo:
.........
Amara:
............No, Good Magistry. It is quite all right. Khura'inism also teaches that we must respond at all times with reasoned principle. Therefore, I shall offer a measured response to his blasphemous accusation.
Apollo:
...You have something to counter with?
Amara:
Indeed. Now, are you listening? It would not have been possible to simply vanish by means of spirit channeling. After all, it would require a deceased person to channel. However, there was only one murder victim in the tomb. And that was Minister Inga. The only others there right after his murder... ...were Dhurke and Ms. Fey.
Apollo:
Ah...
Amara:
Had I channeled Inga as you allege... ...well, the outcome would have been quite odd to say the least. For there beside the dead minister, a living, breathing one would have appeared! Even if I had been in the tomb, there was no one to channel except the deceased minister. So, you see, I could not have vanished by means of spirit channeling.
Apollo:
Gnrk! (That's true, but... ...I can't rule it out yet. Because... Well...) .........What if there WAS another victim? Someone we haven't identified yet.
Amara:
How absurd.
Apollo:
If you channeled someone other than Minister Inga... ...you could have used their identity to disappear from the tomb.
Amara:
.........
Phoenix:
Another... victim?
Apollo:
...Queen Amara. Please add your last statement to your testimony. (This could explain everything. Wasn't there some sign of another victim there in the tomb? And yet... why do I sense I'm not going to like what I'm about to find out?)
Adds statement "Minister Inga was the sole victim. There was no other spirit to channel until he was dead."
Amara:
Minister Inga was the sole victim. There was no other spirit to channel until he was dead.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What if there was another victim besides Minister Inga?
Amara:
What on earth could you mean? The only body found in the tomb was the minister's.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah, but... um...
Phoenix:
Amara's counterarguments are too spot on for us to rebut.
Apollo:
......... (Actually, there is one possibility.)
Phoenix:
What's the matter, Apollo? That's one heck of a face you're making.
Apollo:
...Oh, no. It's nothing, really. (And yet... that means...)
Phoenix:
?
Present Mysterious Bloodstain
Apollo:
Leads to:
"............"
Amara:
My husband Dhurke is the killer, but he has fled from this sacred hall.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
There must be a reason why he had to make his escape today.
Amara:
A reason? .........Ah! Perhaps...!
Apollo:
Perhaps what?
Amara:
Perhaps to conceal himself and lie in wait for another chance to claim my life.
Judge:
Wh-What's this?!
Apollo:
Apollo:
No, no, no, it's definitely not like that, Your Mercifulness... First of all, you don't really believe he's trying to kill you, do you? After all, you two ran off together after he rescued you all those years ago.
Amara:
That was only because he had the audacity to claim, "It wasn't me! You must believe me!" It was my duty as a wife to her husband... ...to bend an ear to him, was it not? Communication after disagreement... is the secret to a long and happy marriage.
Apollo:
Sure, I guess...? What do you think, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
D-Don't ask me!
Amara:
That is why I listened to Dhurke. However, he didn't have a shred of evidence to support his claim. It grieves me to admit it, but my husband truly did try to murder me.
After pressing second and third statements
Judge:
That's quite enough! It's abundantly clear that Queen Amara's testimony is flawless.
Amara:
Oh ho ho. Do you understand now, lawyer?
Apollo:
Nnrrrgh. (This is bad. The judge isn't going to let me cross-examine her much longer!)
Phoenix:
Amara should've been in the tomb after the minister's murder, but she wasn't. I don't get it.
Apollo:
How did she just vanish from the scene of the crime like that? (It shouldn't be possbile for normal people to...) For... normal people... .........Ah! Maybe...!
Phoenix:
Maybe what?
Apollo:
Your Magistry. I think I can explain why Queen Amara wasn't there in the tomb after the murder!
Judge:
Very well, defense. Do explain.
Apollo:
I believe it was accomplished through a method only she is capable of. And by using this special method, it would be possible for her to literally disappear.
Judge:
Well, don't keep us waiting. Let's hear it. How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb? [sic]
She hid in the sarcophagus
Apollo:
Maybe she hid in the sarcophagus.
Amara:
Perhaps next you can explain when and how I was able to escape unseen? After all, the tomb has been under constant surveillance since the murder.
Apollo:
...There could be a secret passage beneath that stone coffin. I've seen something like that before at a magic show back home. 
Amara:
Oh? Then let us shut you in the sarcophagus and see what happens. Nahyuta, would you do the honors? Go ahead and throw away the key as well. Then we can witness his valiant escape through this supposed secret passage.
Nahyuta:
That sounds wonderfully entertaining. I shall start making the preparations at once.
Apollo:
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Apollo:
...You know what? I think I might have made a mistake there. 
Judge:
Don't even think about trying to escape from your mistake, defense. Now then, I will ask the defense again...
Leads back to:
"How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb?"
She channeled someone
Leads to:
"All she had to do was channel someone."
She clung to the ceiling
Apollo:
Queen Amara must've clung to the ceiling. Yes, she was hanging off of it like one of Datz's dried geckos!
Amara:
.........
Judge:
.........
Ga'ran:
.........
Apollo:
W-Was it something I said?
Phoenix:
Nice try, Apollo, but you might want to try a different joke with this crowd.
Apollo:
I-I wasn't trying to be funny, Mr. Wright...
Judge:
How dare you compare Her Mercifulness to a mere gecko?!
Apollo:
S-Sorry!
Judge:
Now then, I will ask the defense again...
Leads back to:
"How did Queen Amara disappear from tomb?"
Apollo:
All she had to do was channel someone. Then she could easily disappear from the scene of the crime. After all, she would literally be someone else.
Judge:
Why, I believe that actually makes sense!
Apollo:
What do you have to say to that, Queen Amara?!
Amara:
..................You believe that I, a grand priestess... ...would use the sacred power of spirit channeling to commit murder? ..................
Apollo:
! (Wh-Wh-What the--?!)
Judge:
E-Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Mercy, Your Mercifulness! H-How dare you spew such... vile blasphemy, defense! You will retract your last statement, or face immediate execution!
Apollo:
.........
Amara:
............No, Good Magistry. It is quite all right. Khura'inism also teaches that we must respond at all times with reasoned principle. Therefore, I shall offer a measured response to his blasphemous accusation.
Apollo:
...You have something to counter with?
Amara:
Indeed. Now, are you listening? It would not have been possible to simply vanish by means of spirit channeling. After all, it would require a deceased person to channel. However, there was only one murder victim in the tomb. And that was Minister Inga. The only others there right after his murder... ...were Dhurke and Ms. Fey.
Apollo:
Ah...
Amara:
Had I channeled Inga as you allege... ...well, the outcome would have been quite odd to say the least. For there beside the dead minister, a living, breathing one would have appeared! Even if I had been in the tomb, there was no one to channel except the deceased minister. So, you see, I could not have vanished by means of spirit channeling.
Apollo:
Gnrk! (That's true, but... ...I can't rule it out yet. Because... Well...) .........What if there WAS another victim? Someone we haven't identified yet.
Amara:
How absurd.
Apollo:
If you channeled someone other than Minister Inga... ...you could have used their identity to disappear from the tomb.
Amara:
.........
Phoenix:
Another... victim?
Apollo:
...Queen Amara. Please add your last statement to your testimony. (This could explain everything. Wasn't there some sign of another victim there in the tomb? And yet... why do I sense I'm not going to like what I'm about to find out?)
Adds statement "Minister Inga was the sole victim. There was no other spirit to channel until he was dead."
Amara:
May the Holy Mother rain judgment upon the traitor Dhurke Sahdmadhi for his crimes.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
The Holy Mother is going to judge him?
Amara:
Within the doctrines of Khura'inism... ...we are taught that, upon death, the Holy Mother shall judge our souls. To those of pure spirit, Her Holiness shall be as warm and merciful as the sun. But to those of depravity, Her wrath shall echo that of an angry mother to her child.
Apollo:
...An angry mother? I wasn't expecting the founder's judgment to be so... down-to-earth.
Amara:
The scriptures of Khura'inism were the first in the world to be written such that... ...they would be accessible to worshippers of all ages!
Apollo:
Wow, that's... unexpectedly progressive...!
Before adding statement "Minister Inga was the sole victim. There was no other spirit to channel until he was dead."
Apollo:
I guess she's going to keep on claiming Dhurke's the killer until she's blue in the face.
Phoenix:
You'll have to find a hole in her testimony if you want to turn this thing around.
Apollo:
(If I ever needed a ghost of a chance, it's now.)
After adding statement "Minister Inga was the sole victim. There was no other spirit to channel until he was dead."
Phoenix:
So, Amara is claiming that Inga was the sole victim... ...which fits pretty well with what we know.
Apollo:
But was he REALLY the only one?
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Apollo:
(Wasn't there evidence of another victim besides Inga? Someone that we've yet to discover...?)
Apollo:
............ (I can't believe I'm presenting this... ...but it proves that there was another victim. Still, the only ones there at the scene of the crime were... N-No! It can't be...!)
Judge:
Would the defense care to share something with us?
Apollo:
............Queen Amara. You knew, didn't you?
Amara:
Whatever are you talking about?
Apollo:
...If you won't tell this court, then I will.
Judge:
Well, don't keep us waiting.
Apollo:
......This case... includes a second victim. One of the two people found alive in the tomb after the minister's murder... ...was actually already dead.
Phoenix:
But... a second victim, Apollo...?
Apollo:
Queen Amara, after you channeled Minister Inga and moved to the tomb... ...you vanished from the scene of the crime by channeling the other victim. That explains why no one found you after the murder was discovered!
Amara:
.........
Nahyuta:
Oh, you putrid pepper. Of all the half-witted buffoonery to come tumbling from your lips. But suppose I indulge you, and play along with your little delusion. Tell me, Mr. Justice. Who was the other victim?
Apollo:
..................... (...Th-There's... no way this can be true! .........But...! .........No, I can't stop now. If this is the truth... it's the only way forward to solving this case.) The other victim who Queen Amara channeled... was...
Present Dhurke Sahdmadhi profile
Leads to:
"Listen son. Even if you manage to prove me innocent tomorrow..."
Present Inga Karkhuul Khura'in profile
Apollo:
Judge:
The defense does realize that Justice Minister Inga was the victim to begin with, correct? If so, are you admitting there were no other victims?
Apollo:
Um, I-I guess so...?
Judge:
At least TRY to keep up, defense.
Apollo:
(I can't keep stalling... I need to accept the truth.) Your Magistry. 
Leads back to:
"The other victim who Queen Amara channeled... was..."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
.........I'm sorry, but, is this person not very much still alive? 
Judge:
...Perhaps it is the brain-dead defense that Queen Amara channeled instead.
Apollo:
...Nngh! (I can't keep stalling...I need to accept the truth.) Your Magistry. 
Leads back to:
"The other victim who Queen Amara channeled... was..."
Dhurke:
Listen son. Even if you manage to prove me innocent tomorrow... ...I... I don't have long to live. There is no escaping death now that it has its sights set on me.
...Dhurke knew everything. ...But he couldn't bring himself to tell me.
Dhurke:
I have one more... big secret. I'm afraid I can't tell you what it is. I'd be betraying a certain someone if I did.
...He couldn't accuse the love of his life. .........The sad truth is... ...the other victim channeled by Amara was...
Nahyuta:
Wha--?! You can't--!
Phoenix:
Th-That's not possible!
Apollo:
The defendant, Dhurke Sahdmadhi... ...is the one Queen Amara channeled. He's the other victim!
Nahyuta:
Th-This is insanity!
Judge:
P-Pohlkunkaaaaaa!
Phoenix:
A-Apollo! Wh-What are you--?! Do you realize what you're proposing?!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
I demand an explanation, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
.........I don't know when or why Dhurke was murdered. But the facts and evidence speak for themselves. .........And this... This is where they've led me.
Phoenix:
...I see. After Inga's murder, Dhurke and Maya were the only ones in the tomb. But if one of them was actually dead and being channeled by Amara... But it can't be... can it?
Apollo:
Dhurke's bloodstain at the scene of the crime was the clincher for me. He wasn't even injured, so how could he have possibly bled that much? The only logical explanation is... ...Dhurke had also been murdered!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Th-That's enough. Your explanation cannot be the truth! A-And you would not dare to claim to have proof to support your assertion.
Apollo:
...............Nahyuta. I wish it weren't true... I wish with all my heart that I'm wrong! But as much as I don't want to believe it... y-yes... I can prove it... (Dhurke's killer must've hidden his body. It would have to be somewhere nobody would ever look. And there is only one such place...)
Nahyuta:
Y-You truly... have proof?
Apollo:
The fastest way... would be to actually have someone go check the tomb.
Judge:
Go check the tomb...? But why?
Apollo:
Because I believe Dhurke's killer hid his body here.
Present Sarcophagus
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Y-You would suggest...?!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
How could anyone hide a body there?
Apollo:
W-Well, uh...
Nahyuta:
You see? I knew you were mistaken about Dhurke's death.
Apollo:
(Come on, Justice! Pull yourself together! There's only one sure hiding spot for a body in that tomb!) I was mistaken once, but I won't make the same mistake again.
Leads back to:
"Because I believe Dhurke's killer hid his body here."
Nahyuta:
Y-You would suggest...?!
Apollo:
Queen Amara's sarcophagus... The only place in the tomb that no one would dare to look. Plus, a killer would soon become trapped by hiding in there. But a body... well, that's a horse of a different color. Wh-Which means... .........Urngh!
Judge:
...I-I believe we must search the sarcophagus at once! Your Eminence. Being that Queen Amara yet lives, I trust we may now open it?
Ga'ran:
.........If we must.
Nahyuta:
Your Magistry, I believe Detective Skye is still there at the tomb. Let us contact her at once, and have her conduct a full investigation into the matter.
Amara:
..................
Judge:
...Now then, Detective Skye. Your report, if you please.
Ema:
.........I'll start with my findings.
Apollo:
............... (Please, please...! Please let me be wrong about this! I just want things to be as they were.)
Ema:
.................. ............ A search of the sarcophagus... ...revealed a body that appears to be several days old.
Apollo:
! A b-body...?! D-Detective Skye... Tell me it wasn't Dhurke. Tell me my whole theory was completely off-base.
Ema:
.................. I have a photo of the body. A-And I have positively identified it as... ...Dhurke Sahdmadhi.
Apollo:
.........Dhurke! N...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ..................... (Why...? Why'd this have to happen?! Damn it, Dhurke! Answer me...!) ........................
Nahyuta:
How.. can this be...?
.........Heh heh heh.
Ga'ran:
The traitorous snake -- the very head of the insurgency -- murdered? Oh, what a joyous day! Those fools shouting for change and revolution... ...will finally return to whatever rocks they crawled out from under. Heh heh heh. Ha ha ha ha! Ahhh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Nahyuta:
.........Gnkh.........Nnngh!
Apollo:
......... (Wh-Who... What... ...was I even fighting for?)
Phoenix:
Apollo...
Apollo:
(What am I... supposed to do now?) ................................. ................................. ................................. (I... I...)
...Son. A lawyer...
Dhurke:
...should never look the way you do right now. .........A dragon never yields. Even when wounded, a dragon bites down hard, and never lets go till its dying breath. It glares, it roars, and it latches its jaws firmly onto its prey till the bitter end. That's what lawyers do to get to the truth!
But... Dhurke... What if the truth is that you're...
Dhurke:
Apollo. In court tomorrow... ...you may find yourself faced with a truth that is difficult to accept. But I know you. And I know you can handle the truth, no matter what it turns out to be. I know that because I believe in you. You're my son, after all!
You... You believed in me that much, Dhurke? .............................. ........................ Dhurke. I think I finally understand.
Apollo:
(I can't yield -- not now, not ever. Not after Dhurke believed in me, despite knowing what was about to happen. Besides... Dhurke left me with two things I must do!)
Phoenix:
Are you... all right, Apollo?
Apollo:
...Sorry about that, Mr. Wright. But I'm... I'm fine now!
Nahyuta:
...A...pol...lo......?
Apollo:
Detective Skye!
Ema:
Y-Yes?!
Apollo:
How sure are you that the body's been there for a few days?
Ema:
I'm positive. No autopsy's been performed yet, but I'd say it's been at least three days. Fortunately, the low temperature inside the sarcophagus kept it from decaying... Oh, and the chest area bore three gunshot wounds from a small caliber weapon. I believe they are the cause of death.
Dhurke's Corpse Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
At least three days, huh...
Apollo:
That means Dhurke was already dead by the time he came to visit me back in the States.
Nahyuta:
Th-Then who was channeling him?
Apollo:
I think it would have to be... ...someone who could get into and stay in the U.S. without arousing suspicion... ...yet also had a solid cover story so they wouldn't be seen as "missing." I believe this is who was channeling Dhurke when I saw him in the States.
Present Maya Fey profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Maya...? ...Oh, I see."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
This is who was channeling him?
Phoenix:
I... don't think so, Apollo.
Apollo:
...You sure? Hmm... I guess it IS a bit of a stretch.
Judge:
...That's the understatement of the year!
Apollo:
(That's going to leave a mark. There are only a few spirit mediums. So the answer should be pretty obvious.)
Judge:
The defense will offer an answer within the realm of possibility this time.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Magistry.
Leads back to:
"I believe this is who was channeling Dhurke when I saw him in the States."
Phoenix:
Maya...? ...Oh, I see. She was being held hostage at the time... ...so it seemed only natural that she wasn't around.
Apollo:
Right. And do you remember what she said earlier?
Apollo:
...So please, just tell me. What exactly are you hiding?
Maya:
Sorry, but... I promised Dhurke I wouldn't say.
Apollo:
You made a promise... to Dhurke?
Maya:
Mm-hm. A pretty big one...
Apollo:
Dhurke didn't want his own death to be known. The other members of the Defiant Dragons would lose all hope if they found out. And that would snuff out the flames of revolution for good. Ms. Fey. Dhurke told you to keep quiet about this, didn't he?
Maya:
! .........I guess it's no use hiding it anymore. Yes, I promised not to tell. Dhurke made me promise before he died...
Apollo:
So, I was right, then.
Maya:
Um, Apollo? ...There's... something I need to tell you. It's about... you know... Dhurke's final moments.
Apollo:
..................... ...I'm listening, Ms. Fey. What happened in his final moments?
Maya:
It was soon after I was kidnapped. Dhurke paid me a visit in that tomb where I was being held captive. I'd say it was a few days before Minister Inga's murder.
???:
Hey, young lady. Time to get you up and out of here.
Maya:
O-Ooooooh... *gasp!* (It's that revolutionary guy...!)
Dhurke:
I'm here to rescue you.
Maya:
Y-You are? Why?
Dhurke:
I figured things were a little too quiet with that stamp-sucking scumbag... ...so I started digging around. That's when I found out you'd been abducted.
Maya:
(But why would a rebel help me?)
Dhurke:
Let's go before it's too late.
???:
It already is for you, pal.
Inga:
Heh heh heh... Long time no see, ya rebel blowhard.
Dhurke:
Inga... I know you're up to something, and I'm going to find out what. Aagh! ..................... .....................Rrrngh!
Inga:
Heh heh heh. That's gotta smart. You've become a real thorn in my side, see? So it's time for you to be pushing up daisies!
Dhurke:
Agh... Gah.........
Maya:
Dhurke!
Dhurke:
.................. Heh. Did you really think a peashooter like that... ...could kill a dragon?!
Inga:
What the--?! Ahhh............... W-W-Whaddaya, some kinda freak?! N-Nuts to this!
Maya:
Dhurke was shot several times, but he barely even flinched. He sacrificed himself for me.
Dhurke:
............Hrgh.
Maya:
Arngh! These ropes! Urrrrrgh! I've... I've got to help you!
Dhurke:
Relax. It's going to be okay. ...Sorry things turned out this way... but it doesn't look like I have much longer.
Maya:
No! Don't say that!
Dhurke:
Y-You're a spirit medium, aren't you? Wh-When I'm gone, I want you to channel my spirit.
Maya:
S-Stop it! Don't give up like that!
Dhurke:
If you do, untying a rope like that'll be child's play.
Maya:
No... *sniffle* Please, hang in there. You can still make it...
Dhurke:
P...Promise... Promise me... o-one thing, young lady. I-It's about... my son.
Maya:
Dhurke... was talking about you, Apollo. He said he wanted to see you... one last time. So he asked me to return to the U.S. and channel his spirit.
Apollo:
...He really said that?
Maya:
Mm-hm. He also said he'd been meaning to visit you for years, but kept putting it off. And that this was his last chance.
Apollo:
.........
Apollo:
You just show up here without warning after all this time... What gives?
Dhurke:
I came all this way to see you, son! Come, rejoice!
Apollo:
Riiight... Why don't you tell me the real reason you're here.
Apollo:
(Dhurke... You really did come to the U.S. because you wanted to see me.)
Phoenix:
.........I guess this means... ...it was Inga that hid Dhurke's body in the sarcophagus after Maya left the tomb.
Maya:
.........Apollo. You can't stop now. Dhurke would want you to keep pressing on.
Apollo:
.....................I know, Ms. Fey. And I won't disappoint him.
Judge:
..................Defense, if you are ready to proceed... ...I would first have you answer this: Do you believe the accused's death will impact what we know about this case?
Apollo:
.........Yes, and I believe I can explain everything now.
Judge:
Very well. Your explanation, please.
Apollo:
Dhurke entered the tomb at 3 PM, the time the hostage exchange was to take place. Or rather, Dhurke -- as channeled by Ms. Fey -- did. Now, by the time he entered the tomb at 3 PM... ...Minister Inga was already dead. I say that because we know the minister was murdered at 2 PM. But, there was someone else in there. This person was already hiding in the tomb, waiting to channel Dhurke in place of Ms. Fey.
Present Amara Sigatar Khura'in profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"It was you, wasn't it."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
I'm afraid that makes no sense whatsoever, defense.
Apollo:
.........Oh, um... My mistake.
Judge:
Yes, and it was mine for letting you take part in this trial.
Apollo:
(Argh, if that wasn't who was hiding in the tomb, then...) Your Magistry, I'd like to try that again. When Dhurke arrived at 3 PM...
Leads back to:
"This person was already hiding in the tomb, waiting to channel Dhurke in placer of Ms. Fey."
Apollo:
It was you, wasn't it.
Amara:
.........
Apollo:
The fact of the matter is, Queen Amara killed Minister Inga at 2 PM. She then went to his private quarters and channeled his spirit. The minister, thinking he was going to be late, hurried to the tomb for the hostage exchange. But once in the tomb... Queen Amara stopped channeling Minister Inga and hid herself. Then, when Dhurke entered at 3 PM... ...she snuck up from behind... ...and forcibly drove Dhurke's spirit out of Ms. Fey's body.
Amara:
Drove his spirit out of her body? Impossible...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Actually... there is a way to do that. With a Magatama of Parting, that is. Using one, anyone could drive a spirit out of a person's body -- even if it refused to leave.
Amara:
Urgh!
Nahyuta:
Are you telling me that the extra, pale brown magatama in the tomb was...! That it was...
Phoenix:
That's right, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. And you've seen one in action before. You saw how the glowing red magatama sent the high priest back to the Twilight Realm... ...and how it turned a spent, pale brown afterwards.
Apollo:
In other words, the brown magatama found in the tomb looks that way because... ...its power had been used up in pushing Dhurke's spirit out of Ms. Fey's body, right?
Maya:
I probably passed out as soon as Dhurke's spirit left my body. I was exhausted after channeling him for so long, after all.
Apollo:
After that, Queen Amara must've dressed Ms. Fey in her usual outfit, and tied her up. I'm not sure where she got the outfit, but we can assume she had it all planned out. Then, Queen Amara must've changed into Dhurke's clothes, smeared blood onto them... ...picked up the knife, and channeled Dhurke's spirit. That's how she made it look like Dhurke had committed the crime! And that's how she escaped -- right under our noses!
Amara:
.........Gah!
Phoenix:
......I don't know, Apollo. The whole thing still seems a bit... far-fetched.
Apollo:
(.........Dhurke. What was going through your mind while all this was unfolding?)
.....................
...Hmph. So ultimately, it was all for naught.
Apollo:
Nahyuta?
Nahyuta:
Those dreams of revolution Dhurke was always spouting... They placed nothing but false hope in the minds of the people. And in the end, they were simply fantasies.
Apollo:
Nahyuta... How can you--!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Karma has spoken. The dream of revolution has withered on the vine. Its fate is sealed. The other insurgents will soon wake from their shattered dreams.
Apollo:
(No. Dhurke's dream can't die like this. I'm not going to sit back and let that happen. I can't, and I won't!) Nahyuta... Don't forget that Dhurke's been proven innocent. His name is no longer tainted by the charge of murder.
Phoenix:
Now the rebels and their sympathizers who have been calling for his release... ...can't be charged with abetting the accused. So the revolution is far from over -- it's only just begun!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
No, Dhurke has not yet been proven innocent. You have merely indicated the possibility of his innocence.
Apollo:
Wh-What do you mean?
Nahyuta:
Dhurke is indeed dead. However... What if it was Dhurke who killed Minister Inga while being channeled by Ms. Fey? And while the crime could have occurred at 2 PM, you have yet to substantively prove it. ...Or do you have conclusive proof that the time of Minister Inga's death was at 2 PM?
Apollo:
W-Well, no, I don't, but...
Amara:
.........It seems further testimony will be required of me. As it would appear that I have fallen under suspicion, I would like to state my case.
Ga'ran:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, the rebellion must be snuffed out once and for all. You MUST prove Dhurke Sahdmadhi to be the foul murderer that he was. And every last insurgent and their sympathizers... ...must be found guilty under the Defense Culpability Act!
Nahyuta:
As you wish, Your Eminence!
Apollo:
(Why is Nahyuta doing this? Ga'ran shouldn't have him under her thumb anymore. Amara's not a hostage, so what gives? Nahyuta... What's left to chain you to her like this?)
Judge:
Very well then, Queen Amara. Please proceed with your additional testimony.
Witness Testimony
-- You Have No Proof --
Amara:
Well done, lawyer. You have painted me as a killer with nothing but your silver tongue.
However, you have no evidence proving your distasteful theory.
Furthermore, Dhurke could have committed the crime while being channeled by Ms. Fey.
Now, let us end this charade. For the eternal glory of Khura'in and its people!
Nahyuta:
Do you understand now, you putrid pepper? There is no point in defending Dhurke any longer. It has all been in vain.
Apollo:
(Let it go, and move on... right? Well, not today.)
Amara:
Your theories are but a pillar of salt that crumbles at the slightest breeze. But no more. This ends here and now.
Judge:
The defense may proceed with its cross-examination.
Cross-Examination
-- You Have No Proof --
Amara:
Well done, lawyer. You have painted me as a killer with nothing but your silver tongue.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Convincing others is all part of a lawyer's trade, so I'll take that as a compliment.
Amara:
You would, wouldn't you? I suppose you have deceived countless souls with your lies. ...But I should not be surprised, considering you learned from... him.
Apollo:
Him? You mean Dhurke, right?
Amara:
Yes, the man who deceived and seduced me, a grand priestess, with his silver tongue.
Apollo:
Umm... We ARE still talking about the case, right?
Amara:
Surely you have heard of a lady falling for the wrong man before? .........Ah... But to think that I, of all people, would fall under that devil's spell...
Apollo:
(Wow. How did they ever get together in the first place, let alone procreate...?)
Amara:
I would advise all here today to beware this lawyer's silver tongue... ...lest you, too, be unjustly painted as a criminal as I have been.
Amara:
However, you have no evidence proving your distasteful theory.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
I admit I don't have any solid evidence... yet. But you're the only one who could've committed the crime.
Amara:
What on earth do you mean?
Apollo:
Including Ms. Fey, there are only three spirit mediums in Khura'in. Furthermore, when the crime scene was first discovered... ...Queen Ga'ran... ...was with me and Mr. Wright, while Ms. Fey... ...was tied up in the tomb. That means that the Dhurke we saw after the minister's murder... ...could only have been channeled by you, Queen Amara!
Amara:
INSOLENT LAWYER.
Judge:
EEK! Forgive us, Your Mercifulness!
Apollo:
(Really, Your Magistry?)
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Ah, but have you considered the following, defense? What if there was, unbeknownst to us, another spirit medium in Khura'in?
Apollo:
Apollo:
Oh, come on. What are the chances?
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
You lack the evidence to support your claim that Queen Amara is the killer. Which is why you have had to use the process of elimination to zero in on her. It therefore stands to reason that you would have to rule out all other possibilities as well. Well? Can you eliminate the possibility of another spirit medium, defense?
Apollo:
(Of course I can't!)
Phoenix:
Under the circumstances, Apollo, there are two ways to establish Amara's guilt. We either prove she killed Inga... ...or prove she was in the tomb.
Apollo:
......... (Hmm, which one can I actually prove?)
Prove she killed Inga
Apollo:
Queen Amara killed Minister Inga! And I can prove it!
Amara:
Well now, you seem quite confident. How very intriguing. Though I must say...
Adds statement "There is nothing that proves it was I who killed Justice Minister Inga."
Prove she was in the tomb
Apollo:
I can prove that Queen Amara was in the tomb when the murder occurred.
Amara:
It seems you are ever bent on painting me as the killer.
Apollo:
Well, if the shoe fits...
Amara:
Very well. Let us see some evidence that proves I was at the scene of the crime. You do have some, do you not?
Adds statement "There is nothing to prove I was even at the scene of the crime."
Press (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Apollo:
Evidence, huh.
Amara:
Yes. Here in this Hall of Justice, evidence is everything. Is it not so in your country, too?
Apollo:
......... (There are two ways to establish Amara's guilt: Prove she killed Inga... ...or prove she was in the tomb.) ......... (Hmm, which one can I actually prove?)
Prove she killed Inga
Apollo:
Queen Amara killed Minister Inga! And I can prove it!
Amara:
Well now, you seem quite confident. How very intriguing. Though I must say...
Adds statement "There is nothing that proves it was I who killed Justice Minister Inga."
Prove she was in the tomb
Apollo:
I can prove that Queen Amara was in the tomb when the murder occurred.
Amara:
It seems you are ever bent on painting me as the killer.
Apollo:
Well, if the shoe fits...
Amara:
Very well. Let us see some evidence that proves I was at the scene of the crime. You do have some, do you not?
Adds statement "There is nothing to prove I was even at the scene of the crime."
Amara:
There is nothing that proves it was I who killed Justice Minister Inga.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So you didn't leave any evidence behind? Is that what you're saying?
Amara:
.........O ho ho ho. Did you truly believe you could trick me with such an ambiguously-phrased question? Were I to answer in the affirmative, you would twist my words into an admission of guilt.
Apollo:
(It was worth a shot.)
Nahyuta:
You should know that you cannot prove anything through the deceit of others. If there is something worthwhile to say, then let the evidence speak for itself.
Apollo:
(You think I wouldn't if I could?)
Amara:
Now do you see? All is idle speculation in the absence of evidence.
Amara:
There is nothing to prove I was even at the scene of the crime.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
By simply changing into Dhurke's clothes and channeling his spirit... ...it is a fact that the killer altered the crime scene.
Amara:
How very perceptive of you.
Apollo:
.........In trying to accomplish everything, the killer would have been pressed for time... ...and may have committed an error that could prove crucial to this case.
Phoenix:
And sometimes, the significance of certain pieces of evidence can change... ...in the face of new facts and circumstances. Why don't you take another look at all the evidence we have?
Apollo:
You think I'll see something in a new light? (Is there anything from the tomb that's taken on a different meaning now? Only way to find out is to reconsider each piece based on our current understanding.)
Present Pink Butterfly Pendant
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Queen Amara."
Amara:
Furthermore, Dhurke could have committed the crime while being channeled by Ms. Fey.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You're saying the Dhurke who entered the tomb is the one who killed Minister Inga?
Amara:
I am. I stand firm with the prosecution's original charge against the accused. The only issue is whether that Dhurke was alive or dead.
Apollo:
That's a pretty major issue.
Amara:
Oh, I beg to differ. For here in Khura'in, death is not the end. It is merely a change in one's address, for the Twilight Realm is only the next door over.
Apollo:
Is it really?
Amara:
It is. Those who have only recently passed away may call upon you in the night. Such occurrences are quite common in our kingdom.
Apollo:
(She's kidding... right?)
Phoenix:
In all the time I've spent here, I'm happy to say that's never happened to me.
Apollo:
...Me, neither.
Amara:
You need not fear death. Embrace it, along with your guilt. Then may you begin your journey to the Twilight Realm.
Amara:
Now, let us end this charade. For the eternal glory of Khura'in and its people!
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Eternal glory?
Amara:
Once the king of traitors has been judged, and the rebellion quelled for good... ...peace and prosperity shall return to our fair kingdom. Then shall the blessings of the Holy Mother usher in an age of eternal glory.
Judge:
Hmm... With Queen Amara as the Grand Priestess of Khura'in once more... ...the people would be freed from subversive elements. Faith would blossom anew!
Amara:
Oh, you are too kind. But I have no intention of resuming my position as grand priestess.
Judge:
What...?!
Amara:
I relinquished my position as queen and grand priestess to my sister Ga'ran. And now that my would-be assassin is gone, I am truly free at last. O ho ho. Perhaps I shall take a trip, or expand my horizons with new training.
Judge:
.........Q-Queen Amara?
Phoenix:
Looks like she's totally over being grand priestess and queen.
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha! In that case, I shall introduce you to some wonderful classes that I am taking!
Before adding either statement
Phoenix:
She's claiming that all we've got is circumstantial evidence.
Apollo:
Well, I can't say she's wrong...
Phoenix:
Guess it's do or die now, Apollo. Our whole case comes crashing down if her testimony is allowed to stand.
Apollo:
Don't worry. I've got this!
After adding statement "There is nothing that proves it was I who killed Justice Minister Inga."
Phoenix:
Proof that Amara killed Inga...
Apollo:
(Do we really have anything like that...?)
Phoenix:
If nothing comes to mind, Apollo... ...you might need to get some different testimony out of her.
Apollo:
(Maybe I should take another look at the evidence we already have, too.)
After adding statement "There is nothing to prove I was even at the scene of the crime."
Phoenix:
If Amara channeled Dhurke, she must have been at the scene of the crime. If so, she may have left something behind. 
Apollo:
Sure, but the question is, did she?
Phoenix:
Well, if nothing else, you can always try to get her to testify about something else.
Apollo:
(Right! But first, maybe a quick review of the evidence.)
Apollo:
Queen Amara. Does this pendant look familiar to you?
Amara:
Why, that is...!
Apollo:
We found it in the tomb, and it has the minister's blood on it... ...which means it was probably dropped in the course of the crime.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
And? I fail to see how it is relevant to your argument. Did that not belong to the accused?
Apollo:
That's what I thought, too. After all, Dhurke had said it did himself.
Amara:
! He... said that?
Apollo:
Yes, but it was a lie. Because I believe he was covering for someone.
Nahyuta:
Covering? How? For who?
Amara:
.........
Apollo:
There is a certain piece of evidence that shows the pendant isn't Dhurke's.
Present Dhurke's Corpse Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"That's a photo of the accused's body, is it not?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Amara:
...?
Apollo:
It seems the strength of my evidence has rendered you speechless, Queen Amara.
Nahyuta:
On the contrary. She is merely flabbergasted that you somehow considered this to be relevant.
Apollo:
Well, look at you. Guess you just have a knack for reading your mother's mind, huh.
Nahyuta:
.........
Apollo:
N-No, please! Anything but that!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Hrnh!
Apollo:
Aaaaaaaaaaagh!
Judge:
And here's a little something extra.
Apollo:
...Aaaaaaaaaaaagh! Stop! I'm begging you!
Phoenix:
Apollo. Take a good look at the evidence again. Based on what we know now, there has to be something that's taken on a new significance.
Nahyuta:
It would appear... ...that the pendant did belong to the accused after all.
Apollo:
No, that's where you're wrong.
Leads back to:
"There is a certain piece of evidence that shows the pendant isn't Dhurke's."
Judge:
That's a photo of the accused's body, is it not?
Apollo:
Yes, it is. And I'd like to call your attention to a certain spot in it. This right here proves that the pendant that was found in the tomb wasn't Dhurke's.
Present blue pendant
Apollo:
Leads to:
"You will notice an object near Dhurke's left arm."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Judge:
That?
Apollo:
Yes. What?
Judge:
Why?
Apollo:
Because...?
Judge:
I grow weary of your single-word answers!
Apollo:
Gaaah!
Judge:
Are you sure you know what point you are trying to make defense?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, I do! And I'll get it right this time. I'd like to call your attention to a certain spot on the photo.
Leads back to:
"This right here proves that the pendant that was found in the tomb wasn't Dhurke's."
Apollo:
You will notice an object near Dhurke's left arm. It's an identical pendant, except it's blue.
Judge:
...Oh! Now that you mention it...
Apollo:
Don't you find that a little strange? Why would he own two of them, but in different colors? Here's what I think: The pendants were meant to go together as a pair.
Nahyuta:
.........A pair?
Apollo:
If the blue pendant was Dhurke's... ...then what about this pink one with Minister Inga's blood on it? Who do you suppose it belongs to?
Amara:
..................
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Sorry to disappoint, but... ...no fingerprints were found on the pink pendant. Therefore, we have no way of knowing to whom it belongs.
Apollo:
Apollo:
Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. I'm guessing you didn't know that this pendant is actually a locket.
Nahyuta:
...Come again?
Apollo:
Now this is where it gets interesting. When we opened this locket up.... ...we found a faint fingerprint inside. On the back of the lid, to be exact.
Nahyuta:
What?! .........N-No...
Apollo:
So now the question is, to whom does the fingerprint belong?
Amara:
........................
Apollo:
Queen Amara! It belongs to you, doesn't it?
Amara:
...O-Oooohhhhhh. ...........................Nngh.
Apollo:
.........It seems I've truly rendered the witness speechless this time around.
Nahyuta:
Th-This... cannot be! Mother! Tell me it does not belong to you.
Amara:
...............N-Nahyuta... I..................
Apollo:
.........Think about it, Queen Amara. Dhurke must've realized that you were channeling his spirit. And he had probably already figured out who the minister's killer was. And yet... ...he still claimed that the pink pendant belonged to him.
Amara:
...! But why would he do such a thing?
Apollo:
You really don't know? He was protecting you. ...Because he loved you. He loved you until his very last breath, and beyond.
Dhurke:
I have one more... big secret. I'm afraid I can't tell you what it is. I'd be betraying a certain someone if I did.
Apollo:
Dhurke knew everything -- even that he was being used. But he kept quiet... All for your sake.
Amara:
..................Dhurke. Why do you always...?
Apollo:
Well, Queen Amara? Dhurke -- the one whose love for you never wavered all these years... Are you going to betray him now?!
Amara:
Dh... Dhurke... I... ..............................Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Nahyuta:
Th-This cannot be... I refuse to accept it!
Apollo:
Queen Amara, are you ready to confess to your crime?
Amara:
..................I can deny it no longer. The truth is... it was I, Amara Sigatar Khura'in, who slew Minister Inga.
Nahyuta:
Th-That's preposterous! Wh-Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!
Judge:
Th-This is beyond belief!
Nahyuta:
M-Mother! Why would you...?!
Amara:
Forgive me, Nahyuta. I never wished to cause you such sorrow. But... I had no choice. It was the only way.
Nahyuta:
The only way?
Judge:
............... .........So, in the end, Queen Amara and Dhurke Sahdmadhi... I suppose this means that they were unable to reconcile while he was still alive.
Apollo:
I don't think the state of the kingdom or the incidents of the past would've allowed that.
Phoenix:
They were prisoners of their shared history, so to speak.
Apollo:
Queen Amara, there's something I need to know. You had staged a near-perfect crime. So why did you bring this pendant into the tomb with you? You should've known it could come back to haunt you.
Amara:
.........I do not really understand it myself. I had nearly been assassinated by my own husband... ...yet I could not bear any hatred toward him. I was unable to discard this, or part with it for even a short time. As with Dhurke... ...I have never stopped loving my husband for the past twenty-three years.
Nahyuta:
.........Mother.
Apollo:
(.........So she really believes it? That Dhurke tried to assassinate her?)
Pink Butterfly Pendant updated in the Court Record.
Amara:
Your Magistry, is it not time? Time to declare Dhurke innocent? I would ask that you do this for my beloved, who now dwells in the Twilight Realm.
Judge:
...Very well, then. Your Eminence, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, if you have no further objections...
Nahyuta:
Arrngh! This cannot be. My mother...?
Ga'ran:
.........I have no objections.
Apollo:
(Dhurke, I did it -- I finally did it! I proved your innocence! But............)
Judge:
Very well, then. Being that Queen Amara yet lives... ...we can no longer charge the accused with an assassination that never came to fruition. As for the murder of Minister Inga, the truth has been laid bare for all to see. Therefore, I will now pass judgement upon the accused, Mr. Dhurke Sahdmadhi.
???:
Apollo:
Y-Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
.....................I... I... cannot accept this!
Judge:
Is something the matter, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
Queen Amara is lying! It makes no sense! Queen Amara would not have killed my father!
Phoenix:
What's with her all of a sudden? Is this some sort of lingering affection towards Nayna?
Apollo:
............... (Rayfa...)
Rayfa:
Speak the truth, Queen Amara! Did you really kill my father?
Amara:
.........Yes. There is no mistake.
Judge:
.........She has confessed to the crime, thereby clearing the accused of all suspicion. As such, I see no need to continue these proceedings.
Rayfa:
B-Barbed Head! Horn Head! Are you going to let this stand?
Apollo:
......... (Dhurke's been proven innocent, and he's about to be declared not guilty. Even so, something doesn't feel right...)
Phoenix:
.........Apollo. If you have any doubts, now's the time to raise them. After all, the courtroom is a place for finding the WHOLE truth. But it's all up to you.
Apollo:
(There are definitely things that don't quite add up. Does this mean that the whole truth hasn't been brought to light yet? Should I push to continue this trial?)
Push to continue
Leads to:
"...Your Magistry, I have a feeling we haven't discovered the whole truth."
Let it end here
Apollo:
(.........Is this the right thing to do? Dhurke's been proven innocent, so there's that. But... has every last bit of the truth really come out here today?)
Phoenix:
Apollo, if you have any doubts, you should keep digging deeper. If you can't get to the truth here in a sacred hall of justice, where else can you?
Apollo:
...Right.
Leads to:
"...Your Magistry, I have a feeling we haven't discovered the whole truth."
Apollo:
...Your Magistry, I have a feeling we haven't discovered the whole truth. And the only way we'll ever find it is to continue this trial.
Rayfa:
Horn Head!
Judge:
Very well, then. Will the defense please tell us this: What important fact about this case has yet to come to light?
The murder method
Apollo:
We still don't know how Minister Inga was killed!
Judge:
Hm? I thought we established that at the very beginning?
Amara:
Indeed. Did I not stab him from behind? Or would you claim there to be another possibility?
Apollo:
...N-No, that sounds about right.
Judge:
Does it now? Well, this penalty feels about right, too.
Apollo:
...B-But.. I know there's something that hasn't come to light yet!
Judge:
Very well, you may proceed if you are ready to present a serious answer this time.
Leads back to:
"What important fact about this case has yet to come to light?"
The motive
Leads to:
"Um, Queen Amara?"
Amara's married life
Apollo:
We still don't have a clear picture of your married life with Dhurke, Queen Amara.
Amara:
.........You would have me speak of such matters here? In front of all these people?
Apollo:
Yes, please. Inquiring minds want to know.
Amara:
.........B-But it's so embarrassing.
Apollo:
.........
Judge:
............
............
Judge:
The defense will take full responsibility for my second-hand embarrassment!
Apollo:
Don't worry, Your Magistry. I'm definitely feeling the hot burn of shame right now.
Judge:
Now then, would you care to try again?
Leads back to:
"What important fact about this case has yet to come to light?"
Apollo:
Um, Queen Amara? ...There's something I still don't understand. What was your motive for killing Justice Minister Inga?
Amara:
.........That is a fair question, and one that I shall now answer. It was for the future of this kingdom that I slew Inga Karkhuul Khura'in. To avert further tragedy, his death was an unfortunate necessity.
Apollo:
Further tragedy?
Amara:
Over the past several years, Minister Inga had been rapidly expanding his power. He had established the secret police, and was relentless in his pursuit of the insurgents. He even had the overwhelming support of the people, but still he was not satisfied. Hungry for more power, he began planning a coup d'état.
Apollo:
You mean his plot involving the Founder's Orb, which led to Maya Fey's abduction?
Amara:
Yes. Minister Inga planned to use the orb to gain access to great spiritual power... ...after which, he would assassinate Ga'ran and usurp the throne.
Ga'ran:
His machinations were reminiscent of that terrible tragedy of twenty-three years ago. And as one affected by that incident... ...Amara vowed to never allow a repeat of such events.
Amara:
Yes, and the Holy Mother delivered unto me the perfect opportunity to fulfill my vow. Security amid the courtyard was rather light due to the Rite of Channeling. And Inga had barricaded himself in the tomb with his hostage, away from prying eyes. I knew I would never again have such a perfect opportunity, so... ...at 2 PM, during the Rite of Channeling, I slipped into the tomb and slew the minister.
Apollo:
! (My bracelet!)
Phoenix:
Apollo...!
Apollo:
Yep. It seems this trial is far from over. Queen Amara, I believe you're still hiding something!
Amara:
!
Apollo:
But if you want to keep on playing this game of hide and seek... ...then let's start with that last statement you made.
Amara:
.........If I must. At 2 PM, during the Rite of Channeling, I slipped into the tomb and slew the minister.
Perceive twitching finger on "At 2 PM, during the Rite of Channeling,"
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Queen Amara."
Perceive wrong area
Apollo:
Apollo:
Queen Amara, you seem a little nervous right now.
Amara:
Of course I am. Is it not the way of lawyers to gain the advantage by unnerving their foes?
Apollo:
Oh, uhh... Well... (Great. Now she's unnerved me! Focus, Justice! Just look for a habit or tic that shows she's hiding something.)
Leads back to:
"At 2 PM, during the Rite of Channeling, I slipped into the tomb and slew the minister."
Apollo:
Queen Amara. You're not very comfortable talking about the 2 o'clock Rite of Channeling, are you? I can tell because a finger on your left hand twitched almost imperceptibly when you did.
Amara:
Oh?!
Apollo:
And that pose you make... Is there something about your chest that makes you nervous?
Amara:
...Whatever do you mean?
Apollo:
(The murder occurred at 2 PM... ...and I'm pretty positive Amara was in the tomb at that time. So then why is she so self-conscious about her chest when she talks about the rite?)
Phoenix:
The Rite of Channeling...? Didn't Ahlbi snap a picture of it?
Apollo:
...Queen Amara. I have here, a picture of the Rite of Channeling. It was secretly taken by a certain individual.
Amara:
!
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
Such insolence! I would have the perpetrator's name at once!
Apollo:
Er, sorry. No can do. You see, I, um... I just happened to find it on the ground, so...
Ga'ran:
...Do you take me for a fool?
Apollo:
Um, how about we discuss the photo's origin a little later, because right now... ...there's something much more pressing at hand! I believe this photo merits further examination! (I just wish there was more to see in it than darkness and more darkness.)
Phoenix:
We might be able to make out a few more details with some image adjustments. Let's ask Ema if she can help.
Judge:
Bailiff, please summon Detective Skye to the Hall of Justice.
Ema:
Here you are. I was able to obtain a much clearer image by raising the brightness.
Apollo:
Hm? What's that right there?
Phoenix:
An injury? No, wait... I think it's a burn scar.
Channeling Photo updated in the Court Record.
Apollo:
.........Wait a second. Your Eminence... You don't have a burn scar like that on your chest.
Ga'ran:
............
Apollo:
(...What's going on here?) If the person in this photo isn't Queen Ga'ran, then who is it?
Present Amara Sigatar Khura'in profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Queen Amara. The person in this photo isn't Queen Ga'ran."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Apollo:
Queen Amara. The person in this photo isn't Queen Ga'ran. It's you, posing as her, isn't it?
Amara:
Umm...
Apollo:
The two of you look quite similar. But that's no surprise, considering you're sisters. Even the shape and position of your facial tattoos are almost exactly the same. And you are both capable of channeling spirits. Therefore, it would've been easy for you to impersonate Queen Ga'ran.
Amara:
.........Ugh!
Apollo:
Queen Amara. You have a burn scar on your chest, don't you? Please remove your round mandala so we can see what's behind it for ourselves!
Amara:
Nngh... Rrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
L-Look! It's the exact same burn scar as the one in the photo.
Judge:
I-I don't understand.
Apollo:
(I knew it!)
Phoenix:
So the person in this photo really is...
Apollo:
Yes. It's Queen Amara.
Judge:
Th-This is absurd! Are you suggesting they switched places?
Phoenix:
Amara's confession earlier was also false?
Nahyuta:
...Mother! What is the meaning of this?!
Amara:
.........
Apollo:
Don't you see?! This changes everything! We know for a fact that this photo was taken at 2 PM... The exact time the murder took place.
Judge:
B-But... ...that would mean Queen Amara couldn't possibly have committed this crime!
Apollo:
Exactly. She now has an ironclad alibi. So Minister Inga's killer couldn't have been Queen Amara.
Judge:
I-I am afraid... I no longer follow, defense. Was it not Queen Amara who channeled the minister and the accused to stage the crime?
Apollo:
Yes, that fact has not changed. We have evidence placing her at the scene of the crime. And Dhurke could've only been there in the tomb if she were channeling him. Which means... While Queen Amara did use spirit channeling to stage the crime... ...she didn't kill Minister Inga. His real killer is someone else!
Judge:
Pohlkunkaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Gallery:
...What's going on here?Was Her Mercifulness covering for someone?
Judge:
If Queen Amara is not the killer, then who is it?
Apollo:
Isn't it obvious? Why was this rite held in the first place if Queen Ga'ran wasn't going to perform it? Who was behind the two sisters switching places, and for what reason? The answers to these questions, along with the establishment of Queen Amara's alibi... ...obliterate a certain someone else's alibi!
Present Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Why, that's...! Is this some kind of a joke?!"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Judge:
Why, that's...! Is this some kind of a joke?!
Apollo:
No, Your Magistry. I could never joke about something so grave. The only one who seemed to have a perfect alibi at the time of the murder... ...was Her Eminence, Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in!
Ga'ran:
...............
Apollo:
Queen Amara, didn't your sister Queen Ga'ran ask you to pose as her... ...and perform the Rite of Channeling?
Amara:
I...
Apollo:
And didn't she also have you drive Dhurke's spirit from Ms. Fey's body... ...and then stage the crime to make it look like he was the minister's killer?
Amara:
..................
Apollo:
And at 2 PM, while you were performing the Rite of Channeling as Queen Ga'ran... ...didn't she kill Minister Inga while disguised as Dhurke? Well, Your Mercifulness?!
Amara:
Hnnngh...
Apollo:
It's no use trying to hide it any longer. You need to tell us the truth now!
Nahyuta:
M-Mother?
Amara:
........................................ Justice Minister Inga's true killer is...... ..................................
Apollo:
!
Phoenix:
!
Nahyuta:
M-Mother?! No!
Royal Guard:
Haaaaaaaahahahahaha! I-I really did it... Your Eminence! My life is youuuurs!
Apollo:
I-Isn't he... one of Ga'ran's royal guards?
Ga'ran:
.........
Judge:
Q-Q-Queen Amaraaaaaa! Bailiff! Arrest that guardsman!
Nahyuta:
Mother...!
Apollo:
Ga'ran couldn't have... could she?
Judge:
Someone call for an ambulance! Quickly, now!
To Be Continued
May 19, 8:50 AM
High Court of Khura'in
Apollo:
(We're lucky the ambulance made it in time... ...but we've been forced into a recess for now while things get straightened out.)
Athena:
I-I can't believe what just happened.
Phoenix:
Tell me about it. Do you think Ga'ran put that guard up to it?
Apollo:
If she did, she's going to regret it. No one gets away with something like that on my watch!
Rayfa:
...............Poor Queen Amara.
Apollo:
Your Benevolence...? Any news on her condition?
Rayfa:
She is undergoing surgery at the hospital as we speak. They are giving her a fifty-fifty chance of survival, though.
Apollo:
...That Ga'ran! Justice will be served.
Rayfa:
Why? Why did this happen? Ooh... Just as we were finally reunited... Oh, Queen Amara...
Apollo:
...Um, what was that about being reunited?
Rayfa:
Hm? Oh, it's nothing! 
Apollo:
R-Right...
Rayfa:
...How are YOU, Horn Head? Dhurke Sahdmadhi was your father in all but blood, after all.
Apollo:
.........Thank you for your concern, Your Benevolence. But I'm fine. Right now, we still have a trial to see through... ... so that's what I'm going to stay focused on.
Rayfa:
Horn Head... You are sturdier than your stature lets on.
Athena:
Just don't overdo it... Okay, Apollo?
Datz:
..................Dhurke. That was a real shocker, all right. Can't believe the dragon is dead.
Apollo:
Datz...
Datz:
Say, AJ... I was wondering... When Dhurke disappeared after I freed him... ...that's because Amara turned back into herself, right?
Apollo:
Yeah, I suppose so. But I don't know if it was because Dhurke's spirit willed it... ...or if it was a part of Ga'ran or Amara's plan.
Datz:
........................Man... Our dream of revolution... Now what're we gonna do? Is this it?
Apollo:
Don't give up yet. There is a very good chance that Ga'ran is the real culprit in all this. And if we can prove her guilt in court...
Datz:
...Hey, you're right! That could be just the push we need. The dream lives on!
Apollo:
...Yes, it does.
Datz:
Ya know what that means, AJ? The fate o' the revolution rests squarely on your shoulders!
Apollo:
Heh, heh. All in a day's work... (Argh, who am I kidding? That's a ton of pressure. But this is what Dhurke gave his life for, so I have to do this for him.)
Rayfa:
The honorable rebel Dhurke Sahdmadhi... I... would have loved to have spoken with him while he yet lived.
Apollo:
Really?
Rayfa:
! Wh-Why not? I-I mean, he seemed like quite an interesting man.
Apollo:
(Did she bump her head or something earlier?)
Bailiff:
The trial is about to resume. The defense is to report to the courtroom at once.
Athena:
Already...? After what just happened?
Phoenix:
The first thing Ga'ran will do is respond to that last accusation. So you'd better stay on your toes, Apollo.
Apollo:
I will, Mr. Wright. Ready or not, Ga'ran, here comes Justice!
May 19, 8:50 AM
High Court of Khura'in
Judge:
Now then, let us resume today's proceedings.
Ga'ran:
............
Apollo:
Huh? (Where's Nahyuta?)
Ga'ran:
I must offer my apologies. I never imagined a royal guardsman would do such a thing.
Apollo:
What? He wasn't acting under your orders?
Judge:
H-How dare you cast such suspicions upon Her Eminence!
Ga'ran:
It is quite all right, Your Magistry. Suspicion is only natural under such circumstances. But rest assured that he acted alone, for I knew nothing of his plans.
Apollo:
(I don't believe that for a second.)
Ga'ran:
Now then, Your Magistry. Regarding the murder of my husband, Minister Inga... ...I would like to offer a new possibility.
Judge:
A new possibility, you say?
Ga'ran:
Indeed. For during the break, the real killer confessed to me.
Apollo:
What?!
Ga'ran:
Bailiff, call the witness to the stand.
Phoenix:
The real killer confessed...? What's she got up her sleeve this time?
Apollo:
......... (I have a really bad feeling about this.)
Apollo:
...............
Phoenix:
...............
Judge:
..................
Apollo:
H-HE'S the one who confessed...?
Nahyuta:
...............
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?! YOU'RE the real killer?!
Ga'ran:
I questioned him during the recess, as I felt that Amara had been covering for someone. So it was that he finally confessed his crime to me.
Apollo:
N-Nahyuta... You didn't really do it, did you?
Nahyuta:
.................. ........................ Her Eminence speaks the truth. ...It was I who killed Justice Minister Inga.
Apollo:
N... Nahyutaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Judge:
Peace! Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! Are you absolutely certain about this? A confession of this nature is grave indeed!
Nahyuta:
Yes, I am certain. For I killed him by my own hand.
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. At last, the real killer has been revealed.
Phoenix:
H-How are we supposed to respond to this?
Apollo:
Nahyuta! Retract your confession! Now!
Nahyuta:
.........Mr. Justice. It is not yet time for your cross-examination.
Apollo:
Wh-Who cares about that?! Admit it -- it was Queen Ga'ran who put you up to this! She forced you into giving a confession, didn't she?!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
You are out of line, Mr. Justice. Learn some self-restraint.
Apollo:
Arngh... But...
Nahyuta:
Or do you have something that might prove... that I did not commit this murder?
Apollo:
I-I... That is... Nnnnnnrrrrrrrrgh! (What do you think you're doing, you idiot!)
Ga'ran:
.........Truly, the truth can set us free.
Phoenix:
Looks like Ga'ran got to him somehow. I definitely didn't see this coming.
Apollo:
(Nahyuta, why are you doing this? Why would you sacrifice even your life to do Ga'ran's bidding?)
Judge:
Whatever the case may be... ...Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, your testimony, please.
Witness Testimony
-- Nahyuta's Confession --
Nahyuta:
I could not remain silent while Her Eminence fell under suspicion for this crime.
It was I who murdered Justice Minister Inga.
He had to die for the future of Khura'in.
I consider it divine judgment cast upon a fiend who sought to assassinate our monarch.
My mother was simply covering for me. I am ashamed I let her go so far for my sake.
Apollo:
.........You DO understand what you're doing, right, Nahyuta? You're sentencing yourself to death if you're found guilty.
Nahyuta:
...If that is the court's verdict, then so be it. I must obey the law above all else.
Apollo:
The law, Nahyuta? Or the queen?
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
Enough. This blather has nothing to do with the witness's testimony.
Judge:
Please address any issues you may have during the cross-examination, defense.
Apollo:
(Oh, I will! I'm going to blow his problematic testimony to smithereens!)
Cross-Examination
-- Nahyuta's Confession --
Nahyuta:
I could not remain silent while Her Eminence fell under suspicion for this crime.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
You kept quiet all this time, even though you were the real killer?
Nahyuta:
...Yes. And I accept that what I have done can never be forgiven. But I never imagined suspicion would fall upon the queen herself.
Ga'ran:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has placed the future of our kingdom above his own life. He is taking responsibility for his crime and is showing his loyalty to queen and country.
Nahyuta:
Without a monarch on the throne, Khura'in would be plunged into chaos. I could never wish that upon my homeland. That is why I had to let the truth be known.
Apollo:
(What a bunch of baloney!) ...I'm going to ask you again, Nahyuta. Did you really kill Minister Inga?
Nahyuta:
Yes. No matter how many times you ask, Mr. Justice, the truth is immutable.
Nahyuta:
It was I who murdered Justice Minister Inga.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
It's not too late. You can still retract your confession before the verdict is rendered!
Nahyuta:
There is no retracting the truth. One either tells it or does not tell it. It is that simple.
Apollo:
Argh! (Why do you always have to be so stubborn, Nahyuta?! I hate how you never listen to reason once you get like this!)
Phoenix:
I think we'll need some evidence before we can get him to retract his confession. Either that, or we'll have to force a retraction out of him by appealing to what's in his heart.
Apollo:
It's not going to be easy either way.
Judge:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, what was the motive for your crime?
Nahyuta:
I had reason enough to kill Minister Inga.
Nahyuta:
He had to die for the future of Khura'in.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
What do you mean by that?
Nahyuta:
Minister Inga was planning to assassinate Her Eminence in a coup d'état. I had to nip this evil in the bud, even if it cost me the purity of my soul.
Apollo:
...So you're saying the death of another is a reasonable price to pay to protect the queen?
Ga'ran:
Long have we remained independent under the authority of our spirit medium queens. We command the people's awe and respect with the power to commune with the dead. Without such a monarch, our kingdom would lose its standing in the world.
Apollo:
But if spirit channeling is so important, why did you have Queen Amara perform the rite?
Ga'ran:
I'm afraid my elder sister is quite capricious. She would fulfill her duty only when the desire to struck, [sic] as sporadic as that was. It was, therefore, something she did on a whim. There was no meaning behind it.
Phoenix:
A meaningless whim?
Apollo:
It's hard to press a statement like that.
Nahyuta:
Now, if I may return to my testimony...
Nahyuta:
I consider it divine judgment cast upon a fiend who sought to assassinate our monarch.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Divine judgement?
Nahyuta:
Yes. I rendered judgement upon the minister on behalf of the Holy Mother.
Apollo:
Are you saying the Holy Mother guided you?
Nahyuta:
No. Her Holiness would never condone killing in her name, regardless of circumstances. As such, I believe my defiled soul will be damned to hell. But I do not regret what I have done. I willingly sacrificed my soul to protect this kingdom's future.
Apollo:
(Argh! Snap out of it already, Nahyuta!)
Phoenix:
So his motive comes from a place of faith, huh. Why does that sound completely credible when it's coming from him?
Apollo:
Well, Amara expressed a similar motive.
Nahyuta:
As for Her Mercifulness, she is truly deserving of her title.
Nahyuta:
My mother was simply covering for me. I am ashamed I let her go so far for my sake.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
So you killed Minister Inga, and Queen Amara staged the crime? Is that how it went?
Nahyuta:
Precisely. My mother is as clever as she is kind. She sought to conceal my crime by taking all of the guilt upon herself.
Apollo:
(Yet another lie... I need to poke a hole in his testimony, but how?) Nahyuta, could it be you...
Didn't know Nayna's real identity
Apollo:
You didn't realize that Nayna was actually Queen Amara, your own mother?
Nahyuta:
That is not as strange as you might think. Much time had passed since we last met, after all.
Apollo:
...Right. Twenty-three years ago, was it? When Dhurke saved her after the supposed assassination attempt?
Nahyuta:
...No, Mr. Justice. It was fifteen years ago that Dhurke abducted my mother.
Apollo:
Huh? (That's weird.) Are you sure about that?
Nahyuta:
I remember it clearly. I was around ten years old at the time.
Apollo:
.........Nahyuta, please add that last statement to your testimony.
Adds statement "I was reunited with my mother, Queen Amara, fifteen years ago when Dhurke abducted her."
Told Amara what to do
Nahyuta:
I was reunited with my mother, Queen Amara, fifteen years ago when Dhurke abducted her.
Press
Apollo:
Apollo:
Fifteen years ago, huh? Template:COlor What happened after Dhurke helped Queen Amara escape?
Nahyuta:
Agents of the crown pursued us relentlessly... ...so we had to live a life on the run. .........Mr. Justice. Know that Dhurke sent you away so that you would not be caught up in that life we led.
Apollo:
I see... Thanks... (I can't believe it's been fifteen years.)
Phoenix:
.........Apollo, there's something about Nahyuta's testimony...
Apollo:
Yeah, that discrepancy's a bit hard to miss... But what could it mean?
Present Woman's Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"You're saying that Dhurke made off with Queen Amara fifteen years ago."
Before adding statement
After adding statement
Phoenix:
So Nahyuta got to meet his mother... ...back when Dhurke rescued her.
Apollo:
That's what he's saying. It's news to me, though -- I had already been sent away by that point. (Okay, now that I've dragged more testimony out of him... ...what can I do with it?)
Apollo:
You're saying that Dhurke made off with Queen Amara fifteen years ago. But that's strange... Because I heard something very different from Dhurke. He said that they ran off together twenty-three years ago.
Nahyuta:
...That is impossible. I know for a fact it was fifteen years ago.
Apollo:
Well, I have evidence that contradicts your statement. How do you explain this photo? Dhurke said it was taken twenty-three years ago.
Nahyuta:
He said that...?
Apollo:
He did, but if we take what he said as fact... ...then there's something in this photo that doesn't make any sense.
Nahyuta:
.........
Judge:
Hmm... This isn't making any sense to me, so I suppose I should ask: What does not make any sense if the photo is only fifteen years old?
Present infant's face
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Nahyuta, this discrepancy may not be directly related to this case..."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
Nahyuta, this discrepancy may not be directly related to this case... ...but I don't think we can simply overlook it either. Dhurke said the baby in the photo was you. But that doesn't make any sense if the photo's only fifteen years old. After all, you said you were around ten then, right?
Nahyuta:
Gnrk!
Apollo:
(.........He's definitely sweating bullets over there over something.)
Phoenix:
Apollo. If this baby isn't Nahyuta...
Apollo:
......W-Wait, you don't think... Did Queen Amara have... another child while she was on the run?
Phoenix:
What?!
Nahyuta:
.........!
Apollo:
And just what if... that child were being held hostage... Nahyuta, is that why you obey Queen Ga'ran's every command?
Nahyuta:
Y-You presume too much...
Apollo:
Ahh... And that's why Queen Amara was trying to take the rap as well. To protect this other child.
Phoenix:
A child born fifteen years ago... Hmm... They would have to be someone who's around fourteen or fifteen years old now.
Apollo:
.........This is just a guess... ...but I believe I know someone who fits the bill. (This also explains the strange behavior.) This is the child who was born to Dhurke and Queen Amara fifteen years ago.
Present Rayfa Padma Khura'in profile
Leads to:
"All those stange statements she kept making... Now they all make sense..."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Apollo:
(All those stange statements she kept making... Now they all make sense...)
Rayfa:
...Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, may I ask you something?
Nahyuta:
Of course, Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
I, um... I've been meaning to ask you this since yesterday. Did you know about... ...Queen Amara... ...and... about me?
Nahyuta:
! From where did you hear such a thing...?
Rayfa:
From Mother... and only yesterday.
Ga'ran:
Rayfa was carrying on about telling the truth to the people. So I told her. I told her what the "truth" really was. For it is up to a mother to discipline her child.
Nahyuta:
...I see.
Rayfa:
.....................I... I... cannot accept this!
Judge:
Is something the matter, Your Benevolence?
Rayfa:
Queen Amara is lying! It makes no sense! Queen Amara would not have killed my father!
Rayfa:
Why? Why did this happen? Ooh... Just as we were finally reunited... Oh, Queen Amara...
Apollo:
...Now I see, Nahyuta, why you do what you're told.
Nahyuta:
.........
Apollo:
The other child born to Dhurke and Queen Amara was--
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
.........Mr. Justice. I believe I know what you are about to say... ...but I cannot allow you to name an innocent soul as the child of terrible sinners.
Apollo:
.........I thought you might try to stop me. After all, simply revealing this information endangers who you've been trying to protect.
Nahyuta:
...Urgh.
Apollo:
I think this should make it clear what I'm talking about. This is the chink in your armor -- the reason why you fear for your sibling's reputation.
Present Amara's Assassination File
Apollo:
Leads to:
"And that is...?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
And that is...?
Apollo:
A file full of information that Dhurke collected on what happened twenty-three years ago. Of particular note right now is what's written here: "...the sins of the father are visited upon his children..." This deeply-held idea is why you were expelled from the royal family. Which means it wouldn't bode well for your sibling either... ...if she were revealed to be Dhurke's daughter.
Nahyuta:
Gnrk...!
Apollo:
You became a prosecutor to bring down Queen Ga'ran. But at some point, you came to serve the very regime you despised. And that was because the queen found this chink in your armor. That's how she came to use your sister against you.
Nahyuta:
...I...I...
Rayfa:
Rayfa:
Nahyuta! Have you been keeping this secret all this time?! Have you been trying to protect me?!
Nahyuta:
.........You are an innocent party to all this. I live only to safeguard the law, and serve the country and queen from which it flows. One such as you, who is destined to ascend to the throne, need not fret over one such as I.
Rayfa:
No... I cannot accept that... What you say is... It's... malarkey... Don't you even care what happens to you?
Nahyuta:
Before country, queen, law, and everyone's future... ...my personal feelings are of no consequence. That is why I resigned myself to my fate. I know I must accept the status quo without any thoughts of change.
Ga'ran:
Spoken like a true prosecutor and patriot. I shall continue to rule Khura'in until the day Rayfa succeeds me. For that is what is best for our kingdom.
Nahyuta:
.........I know, Your Eminence.
Ga'ran:
Yours is no small sacrifice. But I promise you this: In exchange for your life... ...the child shall remain safe, and the kingdom shall prosper.
Nahyuta:
.........That is all I can ask for with my meager existence.
Apollo:
(Nahyuta... Is this really the new you? Resigning yourself to the will of another and killing any hope you held for the future... .........No! The Nahyuta I knew would never let himself be turned into this!)
Nahyuta:
Now, Your Magistry, if you would hand down your verdict...
Apollo:
Apollo:
...You can say you're simply accepting your fate, Nahyuta... ...but I know that, deep down, there is still hope in your heart.
Nahyuta:
O Holy Mother preserve me...
Apollo:
It's the kind of hope that perseveres through the most desperate of times... ...and it's what binds you, me, and Dhurke together... as a family. I know because this has demonstrated to me that you haven't lost all hope yet.
Present Dhurke's Badge
Apollo:
Leads to:
"! His...!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
! His...!
Apollo:
When you interrogated Dhurke... ...you confiscated all of his possessions as potential evidence... All except... this.
Athena:
Did he take your attorney's badge, too?
Dhurke:
No. I thought it strange, but... ...just when it looked like he was going to take it from me, he changed his mind.
Apollo:
So tell me, Nahyuta, why didn't you take his badge?
Nahyuta:
.........!
Apollo:
You couldn't bear to take it from him, could you? And I know why. It's because this badge means something special to us.
Apollo:
Hey, Dhurke? Why do you still wear your badge? You're not a lawyer anymore, right?
Dhurke:
This badge is my heart and soul, son. I'll never stop trying to realize my dream -- not until my very last breath.
Nahyuta:
"A dragon never yields," right?!
Dhurke:
Exactly. ...Nahyuta, Apollo, I vow to restore Khura'in's legal system to its rightful state one day. I want to pass on to you a world where you can live free from the fear of tyranny.
Apollo:
You may say you've given up... ...but that's not how it really is, is it? You never gave up, and you never will because... ...you still believe that all of the wrongs will be righted someday, don't you!
Nahyuta:
..................... .............................. ............Hmph. You are... very perceptive, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
!
Nahyuta:
It may very well be as you say. Why did I not confiscate this badge? Even I did not know... ...until now. Perhaps... I was waiting for him to save me.
Apollo:
Save you...?
Nahyuta:
Yes, save me... ...like he did... on that day...
Dhurke:
Nahyuta! Apollo! Hold on! I'm coming! What father wouldn't risk his life to save his own children? Nahyuta, Apollo... Don't you ever hesitate to call when you need me. Understand?
Nahyuta:
Someday... ...he would come and free our family from the chains of the past. Perhaps, deep down... ...that is what I believed. I believed in Dhurke... our father.
Apollo:
.........Nahyuta. I knew you--
Nahyuta:
However! ...It was but a dream. And now that dream has died. Murdered, along with Dhurke! So now, as the eldest, the responsibility falls squarely onto me. ...No matter the cost, I must protect her!
Apollo:
!
Nahyuta:
Please, try to understand, Apollo. Understand why I shall bear all this sin. It is the only way!
Apollo:
...B-But!
Ga'ran:
Such insolence!
Ga'ran:
You have wasted more than enough of my time, lawyer. Do you not see the futility of your desparate floundering? The immutability of his duty? It is time to accept defeat.
Apollo:
Arrrgh!
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. Now, watch as the hammer of justice comes down upon your dear brother. Your Magistry. The verdict, if you will.
Judge:
Y-Yes, Your Eminence!
Apollo:
Apollo:
W-Wait a second! (What do I do...?!)
Judge:
Does the defense wish to raise an objection?
Apollo:
Err... Umm... (There's got to be some way to save Nahyuta!)
Phoenix:
...Apollo. It all goes back to that incident twenty-three years ago. It's branded him the son of a criminal.
Apollo:
So if we could once and for all prove that Dhurke didn't try to assassinate Amara...
Phoenix:
Right. Nahyuta and Rayfa's father would no longer be viewed as a criminal.
Apollo:
But I thought there wasn't any evidence left... ...because it was all destroyed in the fire. And Dhurke investigated the matter for years, but never managed to learn anything new.
Phoenix:
.........Really? Nothing at all? Could an exceptional lawyer like Dhurke try that long and really uncover nothing at all? He had over two decades, Apollo.
Apollo:
Huh? (He's right. I doubt Dhurke would've gone to his grave without discovering something new. He must've secretly planted something to topple Ga'ran with somewhere.)
Phoenix:
Take another look at the evidence. You just might find what we need to break out of this situation with in there.
Apollo:
G-Got it.
Judge:
.........If the defense is done stalling for time, I shall now render my verdict.
Apollo:
N-No, wait! About the assassination attempt twenty-three years ago... ...the defense has some new information it would like to share!
Judge:
You do?! Hmm... While we HAD intended to deliberate that case in the course of this trial... Hmm...
Apollo:
(Dhurke... Did you leave something behind for me? Is there some connection I'm missing here?)
Judge:
Very well, then. What is the source of your "new information" about the case form twenty-three years ago?
Present Photo of My Father
Apollo:
Leads to:
"A photograph?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Judge:
A photograph?
Apollo:
Yes. Do you recall the traveling musician who died in that fire twenty-three years ago?
Judge:
How could anyone forget such a painful chapter in our history? The poor fellow was caught up in the blaze that was meant for Queen Amara. We never knew his identity, though, as his belongings were burnt to ashes.
Apollo:
Well, about that... The truth is, he was my biological father.
Judge:
Oh?
Ga'ran:
Wh-What?!
Nahyuta:
Why, of course! With his photo and Her Benevolence...
Apollo:
Exactly -- we might be able to prove Dhurke completely innocent. And that would free her from the infamy of having criminal blood in her veins. Because here in Khura'in... ...we can witness the final memories of the dead!
Ga'ran:
Wh-What utter nonsense! Th-There... was no evidence left in the wake of that blaze!
Apollo:
That's what you think. But Dhurke went to the ends of the Earth to bring this little souvenir back for us.
Nahyuta:
H-He did?
Apollo:
Yep, and boy is it the best piece of evidence ever. He knew that with it, we'd finally be able to conclusively settle the matter here in court... ...and save his children. Your Magistry, the defense requests that we hold a Divination Séance for this new victim!
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
What a waste of time! The events of twenty-three years past have already been deliberated at length.
Apollo:
Apollo:
But wasn't Dhurke on trial for that incident as well today? So, we wouldn't be doing our jobs if we failed to look into this new lead, would we?
Ga'ran:
Augh!
Judge:
As the presiding judge, I will now share my thoughts on the matter. The attempted assassination of Queen Amara is a case we can ill afford to leave open. And I believe that the final memories of the victim will prove to be very important. Therefore, it is the opinion of this court that we should conduct another Divination Séance.
Ga'ran:
.........Wh-Why you...!
Apollo:
Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
!
Apollo:
If you knew the full name of the victim seen in this photo... ...you'd be able to perform a Divination Séance, right?
Rayfa:
Of course! Leave it to me!
Apollo:
Thank you. My father's full name is... ...Jove Justice.
Rayfa:
...All right.
Judge:
Now, Your Benevolence, please commence the Divination Séance when you are ready.
Rayfa:
O Holy Mother! We hold this Divination Séance in your name! Let the eyes of everyone here be clear, and our ears be unstopped! O Dance of Devotion! Guide the victim's soul to me! So that we may receive their final memories in the Pool of Souls!
Judge:
The spirit of the victim has granted us a window into his final moments. It would appear the Divination Séance was a success.
Apollo:
............... (So those were my father's final moments...)
Phoenix:
That baby we saw must've been you, Apollo.
Apollo:
.........
Rayfa:
I will now decipher the experience of the deceased. Are you ready, Horn Head?
Apollo:
...Yes, please proceed.
Rayfa:
Very well. Here are my interpretations of the facts as gleaned from the Séance vision.
Insight
-- Rayfa's Insight --
Rayfa:
Someone attempted to assassinate Queen Amara by setting her residence ablaze.
Horn Head's father happened to stop by, and was knocked out by the assassin.
Dhurke's fingerprints were discovered on the lighter found at the scene of the crime.
That is how he was determined to be the assassin.
Horn Head's father tried to save his son, but sadly, he perished in the attempt.
Rayfa:
...That is everything the deceased experienced in his final moments.
Apollo:
(My father's final memories... They're right here for everyone to see, but... ...can any of them unlock the truth behind what happened twenty-three years ago?)
Rayfa:
Someone attempted to assassinate Queen Amara by setting her residence ablaze.
Horn Head's father happened to stop by, and was knocked out by the assassin.
Dhurke's fingerprints were discovered on the lighter found at the scene of the crime.
Present hand in reflection (Sight) on fourth panel
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Dhurke's fingerprints were discovered on the lighter that was found at the crime scene."
That is how he was determined to be the assassin.
Horn Head's father tried to save his son, but sadly, he perished in the attempt.
Apollo:
Dhurke's fingerprints were discovered on the lighter that was found at the crime scene. However... ...the hand holding the lighter in the Séance vision appears to be gloved.
Rayfa:
...Ah! I-I believe you are right. What could this mean?
Apollo:
It calls into question whether the hand in the vision really was Dhurke's. If only we could make out the details a little better...
Rayfa:
Very well. I will attempt to focus a bit more on what the deceased saw. Perhaps that will help refine the Séance vision. Hmm... It does seem that there was a glove on that hand. Still... what significance could that have?
Apollo:
It means that Dhurke's fingerprints got on the lighter at some other time. Somebody could have even put them there after the fire.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
...All you have is pure speculation, while the fact remains that they are his fingerprints. Therefore, it stands to reason that Dhurke was the one who used the lighter.
Apollo:
Apollo:
It just means I have to prove that the figure in the vision is someone else... ...using the the [sic] information in my father's final memories.
Ga'ran:
............
Rayfa:
Either way, it seems that I must revise my Insights.
Insight Revised
That is how he was determined to be the assassin.
But if someone had put his prints on the lighter after the fact, then we know not to whom it belongs.
Apollo:
(Okay, she's updated her Insights. Time to go over them and see if there are any new inconsistencies to be found.)
Rayfa:
Someone attempted to assassinate Queen Amara by setting her residence ablaze.
Horn Head's father happened to stop by, and was knocked out by the assassin.
Dhurke's fingerprints were discovered on the lighter found at the scene of the crime.
But if someone had put his prints on the lighter after the fact, then we know not to whom it belongs.
Present wristband in reflection (Sight) on fourth panel
Apollo:
Leads to:
"W-Wait... Then this means that the real culprit is...!"
Horn Head's father tried to save his son, but sadly, he perished in the attempt.
Apollo:
(W-Wait... Then this means that the real culprit is...!) The figure in this vision is clearly not Dhurke. The distinctive band around their wrist gives their true identity away!
Rayfa:
.........Aaaaaaaah! That design...! I-It can't be...!
Apollo:
This will prove just whose hand was captured in the Séance vision.
Present Tomb Crime Photo
Apollo:
Leads to:
"That photo...! So you DO believe the culprit to be...!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Rayfa:
That photo...! So you DO believe the culprit to be...!
Apollo:
Justice Minister Inga had cuffs with the exact same pattern on them.
Judge:
Y-You're referring to the Cuffs of Justice, correct?
Apollo:
Yes. I hear they're a traditional part of a Khura'inese justice minister's attire.
Judge:
But what does this tell us...?
Apollo:
It tells us that the figure in the vision is none other than Khura'in's late Minister of Justice... ...Inga Karkhuul Khura'in!
Rayfa:
No... Not my father...!
Judge:
So he plotted the assassination of the former queen as well as the current one?
Gallery:
Justice Minister Inga...?So then, Dhurke's innocent of both charges?The Defiant Dragons... They've been right all along!
Nahyuta:
Apollo:
Nahyuta?
Nahyuta:
.........What you've proposed is not possible, Apollo. For back then, Inga Karkhuul Khura'in... was not the Minister of Justice.
Apollo:
What?
Nahyuta:
The justice minister twenty-three years ago was... ...you, Queen Ga'ran!
Ga'ran:
.........
Apollo:
Whaaat?!
Phoenix:
Oh, right... She served as the Minister of Justice before succeeding the throne. I guess she also prosecuted the assassination attempt twenty-three years ago as one.
Apollo:
...S-So then... the figure in this vision is actually...?
Nahyuta:
Your Eminence! It's you, isn't it...!
Ga'ran:
.........
Judge:
Th-This is madness! Why would Her Eminence do such a thing?
Nahyuta:
Because... ...she would ascend to the throne.
Apollo:
She wanted to usurp the throne from her sister Amara? That's why she tried to assassinate her?
Judge:
I-I find this all very hard to swallow.
Nahyuta:
Your Eminence, are you... ...are you the one responsible for tearing my family apart?
Ga'ran:
............
Apollo:
And was it you who killed my father? Well, Your Eminence? I'm asking you a question!
Ga'ran:
Such insolence!
Ga'ran:
........................Hmph. Peasants... Always carrying on about things of no import.
Nahyuta:
...! You... You do not deny it, then...! Y-You concealed the truth, and used me for your own designs?!
Ga'ran:
.........Oh, Nahyuta. Spare me your feeble-minded line of questioning.
Nahyuta:
!
Ga'ran:
Even if Dhurke were cleared of all charges... ...it shall still be I who decides Rayfa's fate. You DO wish for her to be queen someday, do you not?
Nahyuta:
.........
Ga'ran:
...Remember: The child lives only by my good graces. Now, kneel before me and fulfill your end of the bargain by offering me your head!
Nahyuta:
........................... ........................... ...Your Eminence. I... am done heeding your commands.
Ga'ran:
!
Nahyuta:
Even as you used my sister against me... ...I still believed you. I believed that protecting your secrets was in the best interest of this kingdom. But you...! You have been deceiving me all the while!
Apollo:
Nahyuta...!
Ga'ran:
.........Nahyuta! You dare defy me?!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Your Eminence... I can turn the other cheek no more. Therefore... I hereby retract my confession in the murder of Justice Minister Inga!
Judge:
Retract, you say...?!
Apollo:
(Dhurke... The final piece of evidence you left behind... ...has released Nahyuta from his suffering. And now, he's finally free...)
Nahyuta:
In all this time, not once did I reflect on my own conduct -- for I had believed all was fate. Lost in my own sense of resignation, I was unable to wake from my despair. But you, Apollo. You have awakened me with your demonstration of our father's creed. A dragon never yields. I will carry on Dhurke's legacy, and fulfill his dream. Hear me, Ga'ran: I will cast you down from your bloody throne! Long live the revolution!
Ga'ran:
Rrrrrgh! Insolent fool! Now even YOU prattle on about revolution?!
Phoenix:
Would you look at that. Well, Apollo... It seems we're finally making some headway down the road that Dhurke carved out for us.
Apollo:
...Yeah. (Now, if we could just prove Ga'ran's guilt... ...we could continue on down that road -- towards the revolution Dhurke dreamed of.)
Judge:
Y-Your Eminence. You have been accused of the crime committed twewnty-three years ago. Would you like to say anything in your defense?
Ga'ran:
Not so fast, Your Magistry. For the cuffs could have been stolen and used without my knowledge. So, you see, they can hardly be considered proof of anything!
Judge:
Wh-Why, I believe you're right.
Apollo:
(Argh! But we KNOW she's guilty!)
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. Well, lawyer? Is there any other evidence you would have me refute?
Apollo:
.........Unfortunately, this photo was the last piece of evidence Dhurke left for me. So as far as evidence goes, I've got nothing else regarding that case from the past. However, now that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has retracted his confession... ...we'll have to redeliberate the current case from scratch.
Nahyuta:
...Yes. The defense speaks the truth... ...even though it is clear who the guilty party is.
Apollo:
Queen Ga'ran! The defense accuses you of the murder of Justice Minister Inga Karkhuul Khura'in!
Ga'ran:
...Gnrk!
Judge:
B-But... do you have any evidence, defense?
Apollo:
(Evidence that will prove Ga'ran was the killer...?)
Nahyuta:
There is still one more avenue for us to explore, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
There is?
Nahyuta:
Minister Inga's final memories. In them, the minister's killer posed as Dhurke. Therefore, one must ask, how did the killer dispose of their disguise?
Apollo:
.........Hey, you're right! A lot of blood would've spattered onto the killer. So the blood-soaked clothes would have to have been dealt with somehow. If they're still around somewhere, then...!
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
Hmph. I was wondering what absurd idea you would concoct next. Clothing can be disposed of most anywhere. I doubt you could find them now.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
.........Then you don't know us very well. Your Benevolence.
Rayfa:
Y-Yes?
Nahyuta:
On the day of your father's murder, you had been watching the courtyard from 2 PM. Now, during that time, you saw Queen Ga'ran, did you not?
Rayfa:
............Y-Yes, I did. I saw my mother entering the palace from the courtyard. But I was told not to mention it because it had nothing to do with my father's murder.
Ga'ran:
! R-Rayfa! Y-You would not dare...!
Nahyuta:
When the queen headed into the palace, did she have Dhurke's clothes in her possession?
Rayfa:
.........No. No, she did not!
Apollo:
So... maybe she disposed of them somewhere in the courtyard.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
The police did a thorough sweep of the area following the crime. But they did not find anything resembling Dhurke's clothes. But you knew that already, didn't you, prosecutor?
Nahyuta:
.........Y-Yes. I admit no clothing was found.
Ga'ran:
...Heh, so you admit that you were merely speculating... ...chasing phantoms and delusions of evidence that never existed.
Apollo:
(This makes no sense. Clothing doesn't just disappear like that.)
Phoenix:
If Ga'ran wasn't carrying any clothes, she must've gotten rid of them somewhere. Somewhere where she thought they'd never be found.
Apollo:
(Where they'd never be found, huh...) I believe Dhurke's clothes were hidden here.
Present Tomb
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The tomb...?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Judge:
The tomb...? You believe the clothing was hidden there?
Apollo:
Yes, it's the only place it can be.
Judge:
Very well. Where in the tomb do you believe the clothes were hidden?
Present Sarcophagus
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Of course! That makes perfect sense!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
(Of course! That makes perfect sense!) The clothes weren't simply hidden -- they were returned to where they belonged.
Ga'ran:
Augh!
Judge:
And by that, you mean...?
Apollo:
The killer would've had to get Dhurke's clothes from somewhere. Luckily, they were right there!
Nahyuta:
...Yes, of course. At the time of the minister's murder, Dhurke's body was already in the sarcophagus. So the killer could have simply borrowed his clothes.
Apollo:
Right. Before the minister entered the tomb, the killer put on Dhurke's clothes... ...and then hid behind the curtain above the sarcophagus. And after the minister was killed, Dhurke's clothes were returned to his body.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
S-So what? This is still all speculation. We know not whether those clothes were actually used in the murder. Therefore, you cannot prove that they are somehow connected to this case!
Apollo:
Apollo:
That's where you're wrong. But I believe you already knew that. These clothes were definitely used during the minister's murder because of this.
Present bloodstain on left elbow
Apollo:
Leads to:
"The bloodstains on Dhurke's chest are no doubt the result of being shot by the minister."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Apollo:
The bloodstains on Dhurke's chest are no doubt the result of being shot by the minister. However, that doesn't explain everything. There is also some blood spatter extending from his left elbow to his abdominal area. I believe this blood spatter came from...
Present Inga Karkhuul Khura'in profile
Apollo:
Leads to:
"If the killer wore these clothes during the murder..."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Apollo:
If the killer wore these clothes during the murder... ...then the blood spatter must've come from Minister Inga.
Ga'ran:
!
Phoenix:
I had thought it was all Dhurke's, but that makes sense. Only one way to be sure, though. Let's get those stains analyzed right away!
Nahyuta:
Indeed. This may be the conclusive evidence we need to prove the queen's guilt.
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
You cannot prove it was I who hid those clothes! They could very well have been hidden by a third party!
Apollo:
(...But could they really? I'd say the possibility of someone other than Ga'ran hiding the clothes...)
Exists
Does not exist
Leads to:
"No, it's just not possible."
Apollo:
No, it's just not possible. Your Eminence. I recall you saying the following:
Ga'ran:
The key to Amara's sarcophagus is under the protection of the royal family. My husband and I are the only ones who could open it. Therefore, it would be impossible for some knave to open it.
Judge:
Ah!
Ga'ran:
Nghhh!
Apollo:
That was your own testimony, word for word.
Ga'ran:
Why... you... insolent...
Apollo:
Admit it. Only you could've hidden Dhurke's clothes after they were used in the murder. And that means you are the one who killed Justice Minister Inga.
Ga'ran:
.........I-Insignificant worm... You dare accuse me -- the ruler of Khura'in? Do not think for one moment that such impudence will be tolera--
Apollo:
Apollo:
I'm afraid such arguments are invalid here in this sacred hall, Your Eminence. Because even monarchs aren't above the law.
Ga'ran:
...Nnngh.
Apollo:
It's the end of the line for you, Queen Ga'ran. Time to come down from that lofty throne and face justice!
Ga'ran:
.....................Ngh. NNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!
........................ .................................... ............Heh heh heh.........
Ga'ran:
.........Me? Face justice? Surely you jest. You are in no position to force my hand, lawyer.
Apollo:
Oh?
Ga'ran:
Surely you haven't forgotten about the Defense Culpability Act? "...those who would support criminals will be deemed just as guilty." In short, should I be convicted of murdering my husband... ...your dear brother, who delivered false testimony in my defense... ...shall also be found guilty!
Apollo:
Wh-What?! Th-That can't be...! Can it...?!
Judge:
...By delivering false testimony in the course of protecting a guilty party... ...he would certainly be judged by this court as having supported a criminal... ...and the Defense Culpability Act would most definitely come into play.
Apollo:
B-But that law is so broad that ANYONE could be convicted under it...
Judge:
When it comes to the DC Act, even I am conflicted, and yet, as it currently stands... ...it is the law of the land. And as you said earlier, no one is above the law.
Phoenix:
...Of all the absurd things I've seen, this law really takes the cake.
Apollo:
N-Now what...? What can we even DO at this point...?!
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh... You need not look so forlorn. Dhurke has been cleared of all charges. So let us leave all thoughts of the real killer and revolution in the past where it belongs.
Apollo:
(She wants us to just let her off scot-free? A-And yet... I don't see any other choice...)
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
.........We cannot yield to her here, Apollo. If... If it will move the revolution forward... ...I will gladly face the DC Act! Now, do it! Accuse Queen Ga'ran of the crime she has committed!
Apollo:
B-But...
Ga'ran:
Such insolence!
Ga'ran:
What you speak of is not revolution. Our kingdom will not function without its sovereign. And Rayfa cannot ascend to the throne, for she is as yet incapable of channeling spirits. Thus, to accuse me... is to wish destruction upon our fair kingdom, you terrorist!
Apollo:
T-Terrorist?
Ga'ran:
If you would still insist on accusing me... ...then as ruling sovereign of Khura'in, I proclaim the following: All who imperil the crown, no matter the reason... ...shall be subject to immediate execution upon the queen's orders!
Apollo:
What? Immediate execution?!
Ga'ran:
Do you still not comprehend? Then let me be clear: for the sake of this kingdom's future... ...and in accordance with the laws of Khura'in, I command that you be put to death at once!
Phoenix:
!
Nahyuta:
!
Phoenix:
...Nrgk!
Apollo:
Wh-What the--!
Nahyuta:
Nngh!
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh heh heh... Haaa ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
I-I-Isn't this going a bit too far?!
Phoenix:
Why is the Ga'ran Royal Guard--?!
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. They were on standby in case of an attack by foolishly optimistic terrorists. Now, if you would continue to oppose me -- the very embodiment of the law... ...then under my regal authority, you shall all be put to death! Haaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Oh, come on! This is insane -- even for you! Y-You can't possibly get away with something like this! This is a court of law! You can't just order our execution without due process!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Now, look, Apollo! Truth and due process are certainly important... ...but so is your life! So think before you speak again!
Apollo:
B-But...!
Nahyuta:
P-Please, Apollo... Do not make this any worse than it already is... I cannot lose you to the Twilight Realm, too...
Apollo:
(Argh! What am I supposed to do! How do I win against an opponent that can rewrite the law as she sees fit?! How can I ever bring her to justice?! Is this really... how it all ends...?)
Ga'ran:
Heh heh heh. It is your life or your accusation, lawyer. You cannot hope for both. ...It is time to cease this insanity.
Apollo:
(What do I do? Should I accuse Queen Ga'ran?)
Accuse
Leads to:
"..............."
Give up
Apollo:
............... (I know what I have to do.) ...Mr. Wright. You know that saying you're constantly reminding me and Athena of? "The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles."
Phoenix:
! You never fail to surprise me, Apollo.
Apollo:
And Nahyuta... You know that creed we've known ever since we were kids? "A dragon never yields."
Nahyuta:
...! Apollo...
Apollo:
They are not merely words. They are what's carried us this far. So now, it's time to honor these words and the memories of the ones who gave them to us.
Phoenix:
...I couldn't agree with you more, Apollo. Those words are more important to me than you know. And if there's any time to remember them, it's now.
Nahyuta:
............It would seem, Apollo... ...that not one, but two auspicious creatures dwell deep within you: A fierce dragon and a virtuous phoenix that shall scatter the clouds hiding the heavens! ...I shall join you in your death-defying bluff!
Apollo
.................. (I think I finally understand what those words really mean -- and the resolve they embody.) ............
Ga'ran:
A-Are you smiling? Even in the face of certain doom?! Is there no end to your defiance?!
Apollo:
Unfortunately for you, no. I won't let fear -- or even the law -- force me to abandon the pursuit of truth. Because there is another saying in my country: the truth will set you free.
Nahyuta:
...Indeed. That is precisely what Dhurke sought to do through this trial. He wished for us to break free from a certain despicable spider's immobilizing silk threads.
Phoenix:
We won't be intimidated by unjust laws, or give in to fear. Abandoning the truth like that is just not a part of my playbook.
Nahyuta:
There is only one path before us: revolution. The time to make Dhurke's dream a reality is upon us!
Apollo:
Your Eminence. If you are the law here in Khura'in... ...then your very existence is wrong!
Ga'ran:
.........Does your desperate bleating know no end?
Phoenix:
I know it's a bit late to ask, but what's the plan?
Apollo:
Well, if Ga'ran is going to execute us on the spot under the Defense Culpability Act... ...and the law itself derives its power from the authority of the crown... ...then there's only one thing to do: We dethrone her -- right here, right now.
Phoenix:
! All right, but how? It's not like we have a lot of time to come up with a way to do it, either. I doubt she'll allow you to perform another cross-examination while we think.
Apollo:
Don't worry. I'll come up with something. We'll be fine! (We can't give up -- not now. We have to keep on fighting to the end! We can't allow these broken trials to go on. It's time to make things right!)
Apollo:
If I accuse Ga'ran, Nahyuta will be subject to the Defense Culpability Act. Which means he will be put to death in accordance with the law. So, the only way out of this is to dethrone Ga'ran right now. Could this be the key to dethroning Ga'ran...?
Rayfa
Maya's channeling ability
The Founder's Orb
Leads to:
"Is the Founder's Orb the key to the revolution?"
Is the Founder's Orb the key to the revolution?
Apollo:
Dhurke was convinced that the orb is the key to the revolution, and Khura'in's future. In light of Ga'ran's obsession with the orb, it makes a large amount of sense. She probably doesn't want anyone using it to gain spiritual powers, and rights to the throne. Inga definitely tried to do just that, but that's where it starts to fall apart. Inga couldn't have channeled the founder, even after abducting Ms. Fey. After all...
Only the queen can channel spirits
He didn't know the founder's name
Leads to:
"Inga didn't know the founder's name"
The founder never existed
Inga didn't know the founder's name
Apollo:
The name of the founder is only known to those who become queen. That means the only people who currently know her name are Ga'ran and Amara. So even if someone else had the orb, they wouldn't be able to channel the founder. So that begs the question: why is Ga'ran so fixated on the orb? Okay, let's not overthink this. Ga'ran is obsessed with the orb because...
She wants to clear her name
It's a national treasure
She can't channel spirits
Leads to:
"Ga'ran wants spiritual power"
Ga'ran wants spiritual power
Apollo:
...Could it be? It's hard to believe, but... If she wants spiritual power... does that mean... Ga'ran can't channel spirits...? That would explain why she had Amara perform the Rite of Channeling. Is that why she let Amara live? To stand in for her when the time came to channel spirits? So, if Ga'ran can't channel spirits...
She would be exiled
She'd have no claim to the throne
Leads to:
"GA'RAN HAS NO CLAIM TO THE THRONE"
It would look bad
GA'RAN HAS NO CLAIM TO THE THRONE
Apollo:
Ga'ran's Defense Culpability Act was established under the crown's authority. But if she has no claim to the throne, then the DC Act would become null and void! ...No, not just the DC Act! ALL of the insane laws she's enacted would be swept away in one fell swoop!
Apollo:
You claim the authority... of the crown? You, of all people? That's a good one!
Ga'ran:
...Have you truly lost it, lawyer?
Judge:
Indeed. I would have the defense explain himself at once.
Apollo:
It's easy, Your Magistry: Why is Queen Ga'ran so obsessed with the Founder's Orb? Why did she let Queen Amara live? And why was she was [sic] having Her Mercifulness perform the Rite of Channeling in her place? ...The answers to these three questions point to a single conclusion. A fact that will shake this kingdom to its very core!
Nahyuta:
I still do not follow, Apollo.
Apollo:
.........Your Eminence, I have just one question for you, and please be honest. You can't actually channel spirits, can you?
Ga'ran:
!
Nahyuta:
What?! You believe the queen is not capable of communing with the dead?
Judge:
The defense will explain himself at once!
Apollo:
In Khura'in, the ability to channel spirits is an absolute requirement for a would-be queen. But, Your Eminence, if you were incapable of doing that... ...then you'd have no claim to the throne. Not only that, but every law you've passed would be rendered null and void.
Ga'ran:
...............
Apollo:
And you, the Ga'ran Royal Guard!
Royal Guard:
!
Apollo:
You seem to be rather enamored with the queen's supposed spiritual power. But what if she had none? What if she were just an ordinary person -- a pretender to the throne?
Royal Guard:
That's crazy talk! Impossible! Everyone knows only spirit mediums can become queen!
Ga'ran:
Ga'ran:
.........S-Such blasphemy! On what grounds do you make such a defamatory claim?!
Apollo:
Queen Ga'ran! If you think I'm just out to defame you, then prove it. Prove it using this piece of evidence you want so badly!
Present Founder's Orb
Apollo:
Leads to:
"Th-The...!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Ga'ran:
Th-The...!
Apollo:
All the conditions for summoning the founder should be in place. With the orb, we know what the founder looks like. And as queen, you should know the founder's name.
Ga'ran:
Gnrk.
Apollo:
...Now, if you would, Your Eminence! Please show us the great spiritual power you bear as Grand Priestess of Khura'in!
Royal Guard:
OHHH! To witness Her Eminence's great power with our own eyes?! Th-The Holy Mother will appear before us?! Oh, great miracle of miracles! Praise be, Your Eminence! May your mighty spiritual power show us the way!
Ga'ran:
Urrg-g-g-g-gh.
Royal Guard:
Ur dihara Ga'ran!
Ga'ran:
E-Enough! Enough I say, you mindless cretins!
Judge:
Y-Your Eminence? Can it be... that you cannot...?
Ga'ran:
N-No, no! I... I...! I want a lawyer! Summon one at once!
Apollo:
Apollo:
Aren't you forgetting something? There aren't any lawyers left in Khura'in. You can thank your Defense Culpability Act for that.
Ga'ran:
Augh...!
Royal Guard:
Your Emineeeeence! Please, give us a glimpse of your maaaaaaagnificent spiritual power! Summon Her Holiness so she may guuuuuide us!
Ga'ran:
I have heard enough from you! OUT OF MY SIGHT! ALL OF YOU!
Apollo:
If you truly are capable of channeling spirits, then get on with it already, Your Eminence!
Ga'ran:
Nnngaaaargh... You sneaky, underhanded--! WRETCH of a lawyer!
Apollo:
That reminds me. You said something to this effect earlier: "It is time to cease this insanity." Don't you feel stupid for saying that now?
Nahyuta:
Indeed. Of all the things she has said, I can think of nothing more ludicrous. ...Apollo. Teach this deceitful, putrid queen a lesson she won't soon forget.
Apollo:
Gladly. Because it really is time to cease this insanity.
Apollo:
Ga'ran! Your reign of terror... ends here!
Ga'ran:
Hrrrnnnnn.............. ............... Very well. Demonstrating my facility as a spirit medium is simple enough. Behold! The magnificent power to commune with the dead...!
Royal Guard:
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Your Emineeeeeence!!!
Ga'ran:
O great spirit of the founder who dwells in the Twilight Realm. Heed the secret covenant of the orb... and appear here before us!
Royal Guard:
...Ooh. H-Here it comes...
Ga'ran:
Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! .................. .................................!
Royal Guard:
What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?
Ga'ran:
Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnngh! HAAaaaaAAAAAaaaAAAH... O spirit of the founder! Grace us with your sacred presence! The time is now! I beseech you! Appear before us! ...H-Heed my call! Founder, please! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrn... NNNRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! .................................... *gasp!*
Royal Guard:
.....................
Ga'ran:
N-No, wait! I... I... I was just warming up! The rite actually starts from now! Look! Hrgh! [Foreign text]! [Foreign text]! H-Holy... ...Mo...ther......
........................
Judge:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, how is Her Eminence?
Nahyuta:
It seems... she now believes that she herself is the Holy Mother.
Judge:
I-I see... But her attempt at spirit channeling failed, did it not?
Nahyuta:
...Sadly, she seems unable to accept the facts. *sigh* I fear it will be quite a challenge to question her later.
Judge:
.........And what, if I may ask, was her motive? I understand that she killed Minister Inga in order to prevent his coup d'état... ...but what of her attempt to assassinate Queen Amara twenty-three years ago?
Apollo:
To become queen herself? Maybe she just craved power and attention.
Nahyuta:
...She likely developed a psychological complex from her inability to channel spirits. That is why she kept Queen Amara alive to perform the Rite of Channeling for her. In that way, it would seem as if she had great spiritual power. In short, she built a cult of personality upon fear and lies. Then again, do not all tyrants?
Phoenix:
...So then, she never really intended to kill Amara, huh.
Apollo:
What I don't understand is why Queen Amara even listened to Ga'ran in the first place. Especially fourteen years ago, before Rayfa was being held hostage. Why would she keep letting the people of Khura'in think she was dead... ...while she kept quietly performing the Rite of Channeling for Ga'ran?
Nahyuta:
...My mother is a gentle soul by nature, and loves her sister dearly. So when Ga'ran told her to hide because Dhurke was out to kill her, she believed it. What's more, she did not wish to tarnish the name of her beloved sister... That is why she acquiesced so obediently to Ga'ran's request to keep channeling for her. Until she fled with Dhurke and was told the truth, that is.
Apollo:
...So that's what happened.
Phoenix:
And since Rayfa was being held captive... ...I imagine Amara had no choice but to help cover up the truth behind Inga's murder.
Apollo:
Yeah, living secretly as Rayfa's servant Nayna... ...no doubt only deepened her love for her daughter. She'd do anything to keep her safe.
Phoenix:
All the more reason to hide the painful truth from her.
Judge:
Well, that was a case for the ages. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has been cleared of all suspicion in the murder of Minister Inga... ...as has Mr. Dhurke Sahdmadhi in the assassination attempt on Queen Amara.
Nahyuta:
.........
Judge:
Now then... ...I think it is high time I handed down my verdict on Dhurke and Nahyuta Sahdmadhi.
Not Guilty
Apollo:
......... (Dhurke, I hope you're watching. I proved your innocence... ...Nahyuta's smiling again... ...and that revolution you've always dreamed of... is finally happening.)
Judge:
With this, may I finally say... this court is adjourned.
May 19
High Court of Khura'in - Accused Lobby
Athena:
Way to go, Apollo!
Maya:
I was on the edge of my seat when those guards stormed the courtroom.
Apollo:
That was a shocker, all right. Can't imagine anything like that happening back home.
Maya:
I know, right? I was ready to go on down there and teach them a lesson myself.
Apollo:
R-Really?!
Athena:
I was barely able to hold her back.
Maya:
Hold ME back?! YOU were about to go ballistic after a while there, Athena!
Athena:
Yeah, well... I was thinking about helping you smack a few of them down, to be honest.
Apollo:
(Remind me to never say or do anything to deserve a Maya-Athena double suplex...)
Phoenix:
You did a fine job out there today, Apollo.
Apollo:
Thanks for all the great advice, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Nah, it was all you. That perseverance and never-say-die attitude you showed was impressive. I actually learned a thing or two myself.
Apollo:
Wh-What? From me? That's a laugh.
Phoenix:
There were any number of times where I wouldn't have blamed you for giving up. But you stuck it to the end and came away triumphant. By sheer force of will... ...and inner strength forged in countless trials... ...you overcame the most desperate, and hopeless situation I've ever seen.
Apollo:
I-I don't know about all that...
Phoenix:
I mean it. You've really come a long way, Apollo. I've nothing but respect for your abilities as an attorney.
Apollo:
Really?! A-Aren't you exaggerating just a little bit, Mr. Wright?
Maya:
You did it, Apollo. You finally won his seal of approval. But what about me, Nick? My channeling's come a long way, too. After all, I was deemed worthy enough to be used in two major crimes already!
Phoenix:
Yeah, and two major chances for me to become someone for you to channel next.
Apollo:
......... (Honestly, I couldn't have done this without the support of each and every person here. Mr. Wright, Athena, Nahyuta, and of course... Dhurke.)
???:
That was pretty cool, Polly!
Apollo:
Tr-Trucy?
Phoenix:
Trucy! What are you doing here?!
Trucy:
Heh heh heh. It's maaaagic!
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid she employed the old, "Let's Stow Away in Mr. Edgeworth's Suitcase" trick.
Apollo:
Whaaaaat?!
Edgeworth:
Though it certainly explained why my suitcase was so heavy.
Phoenix:
Tell me you at least noticed it was heavier than usual...
Apollo:
Umm... Trucy? Do you even have a passport?
Trucy:
..................... My magic panties are an extra-dimensional space! It's like a mini-universe in there! I could produce a passport at the drop of my hat!
Apollo:
Um, right... (Maybe some things in this world are better left a mystery.)
Rayfa:
Horn Head! Barbed Head! I am forever in your debt for what you've accomplished in this Hall of Justice. Without your presence, I may have never changed as I have this day. It's pathetic, I know.
Apollo:
.........That's where you're wrong, Your Benevolence. It was you who changed yourself. Only you could choose to defy Ga'ran. And that decision was yours and yours alone.
Phoenix:
That's right. All we did was present you with an opportunity. And you made use of it with gusto. This victory is yours, Your Benevolence. You should be proud of yourself.
Rayfa:
...I... I see. S-So, I am worthy of my title after all. ...Hah. Ha ha ha ha ha! I shall work to heal our kingdom so that it may know peace and prosperity once more!
Apollo:
(She sure bounced back quick.) So, Your Benevolence, I take it you learned the truth of your origins? ...That you are the daughter of Dhurke and Queen Amara.
Rayfa:
Yes, my mother... I mean, Her Eminence told me. She said it was a part of my disciplining.
Apollo:
...If you can call it that.
Phoenix:
Sounds more like blackmail. "Keep quiet or I'll tell everyone you're the daughter of a criminal."
Rayfa:
My mother was so insufferable... or should I say, my former mother.
Apollo:
(Sounds like there was no love lost there...)
Rayfa:
But you cleared Dhurke's name. My true father will no longer be known as a criminal. Therefore, I have nothing more to fear.
Apollo:
So, what's next for the Kingdom of Khura'in? I mean, you lost your queen, so...
???:
Her Benevolence, Princess Rayfa will ascend to the throne.
Apollo:
Nahyuta... But she can't channel spirits yet, right?
Nahyuta:
Indeed. Which is why I will act as regent on her behalf... ...until the day she comes into her own.
Rayfa:
Yes, your help will be greatly appreciated, Prosecutor Sahd... Big B...B...
Nahyuta:
........."Buh"?
Rayfa:
B-B-B... Br...
Apollo:
......... (Is she going to say what I think she is...?)
Rayfa:
Wh-What are you looking at, you... you... horn-headed nincompoop!
*ka-tonk!*
Apollo:
Youch!
Rayfa:
I-In any event, I will be assisted by Nahyuta and Queen Amara for the time being.
Apollo:
Queen Amara?
Rayfa:
Our country offers consul to the rulers of neighboring kingdoms through channeling. It is a duty I intend to fulfill myself one day. But for now, I will have Queen Amara assist me in that capacity.
Phoenix:
So then... she's going to be all right?
Rayfa:
Yes, it seems the bullet went straight through her without doing any serious damage.
Apollo:
That's a relief...
Datz:
You did it, AJ! Thanks to you, both Dhurke and Nahyuta beat the charges against 'em! And ya got the revolution rolling to boot!
Apollo:
The revolution... (Dhurke... I guess you were right to believe in me after all.)
Datz:
Yessir! There's gonna be some major changes around here. The legal system's gonna return to its rightful state... like how Dhurke always wanted... ...and the name of Apollo Justice will go down in Khura'inese history!
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. Yeah, right. Oh, Nahyuta, before I forget... There was something I wanted to give you before I head back home.
Nahyuta:
...You wish to give me something?
Apollo:
Yes. As Dhurke's birth son, I think you should have this.
Present Dhurke's Badge
Apollo:
Leads to:
"This... is Dhurke's..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Nahyuta:
This... is Dhurke's...
Apollo:
I have to get back to the States... ...and I know you're a prosecutor and all... ...but as the man that's going to change Khura'in, it's only right that you have it.
Nahyuta:
...To change... Khura'in.
Apollo:
Yeah, in Dhurke's place.
Nahyuta:
.........Apollo. I am afraid I must refuse your gift.
Apollo:
What? Why?
Nahyuta:
.........There is something I would like to show you.
Apollo:<br.
Huh? (...What's this, all of a sudden?)
Nahyuta:
Mr. Wright, won't you and your friends please join us?
Phoenix:
Oh, uh... sure...
May 19
Former Sahdmadhi Law Offices
Apollo:
Um, so why'd you bring us here, Nahyuta?
Nahyuta:
Apollo. I want you... to stay here in Khura'in.
Apollo:
What?! But why?
Nahyuta:
We have lost our queen, and our kingdom stands at a crossroads. Most of all, we will need to rebuild our entire legal system. Naturally... that includes the reintroduction of lawyers to the court.
Apollo:
W-Wait, you're not asking me to...
Nahyuta:
Yes, I want you to take over this law office. With you as a lawyer, and me as a prosecutor... ...we shall rebuild Khura'in's legal system from the ground up.
Apollo:
Y-You want me to help you rebuild the legal system?! That's a lot to take in.
Nahyuta:
Apollo, I cannot do this without you. As a lawyer, you are Dhurke's spiritual heir. And having studied in America, your legal knowledge will be indispensable.
Apollo:
(This is way out of my league...)
Nahyuta:
The revolution is still in its infancy... ...but it was Dhurke's dream to restore the legal system to its rightful state. Will you not help me realize that dream?
Apollo:
.....................
Datz:
C'mon, AJ! You know it's what Dhurke woulda wanted. Let's do it together!
Nahyuta:
You must be taken aback by my sudden request, but please give it some thought.
Apollo:
O-Of course. I'm honored that you asked. Still... I have my job back at the Wright Anything Agency to consider, too...
Phoenix:
.........Don't you worry about that, Apollo. Besides, this is something only you can do.
Apollo:
(Something only I can do...?)
Phoenix:
I mean, to be completely honest... ...our office would be a bit short on firepower without you around, but hey.
Apollo:
(.........Mr. Wright.)
Athena:
.........Actually! I, um... I'm sorry, but I can't get on board with this.
Apollo:
Athena?
Athena:
I-I mean...! There's still so much I want to learn from you, Apollo!
Trucy:
That's right! It won't be the same without you! And everyone back home would really miss you, too! There's no way I can agree to this!
Athena:
.........Still, if you really wanted to say...
Trucy:
Yeah... Athena's right... It won't be easy, but...
Apollo:
(Athena, Trucy...)
Nahyuta:
Apollo, no one but you can make this decision. Know that I will not question whatever choice you make.
Phoenix:
......Our flight leaves tomorrow morning, Apollo. Think you can make up your mind by then?
Apollo:
...I'll try. (Talk about a difficult decision... Should I go back to the U.S. and continue working at the Wright Anything Agency? Or should I stay in Khura'in and help Nahyuta rebuild the legal system? What's... the right thing for me to do...?)
May 20, 8:00 AM
Tehm'pul Temple
Athena:
The bus to the airport will be here any minute.
Trucy:
I wonder where Apollo is. Do you think he decided to stay here in Khura'in?
Phoenix:
......... (I bet he was up all night thinking. This is a life-changing decision, after all. But whatever he decides, I'll have to accept it.)
Athena:
I guess this means no more courtroom battles alongside him...
???:
Heeeeey! Guyyyyyyys!
Trucy:
I'd know that booming voice anywhere!
???:
*huff, puff, huff, puff*
Apollo:
Whew, I-I made it... *huff, puff*
Athena:
Apollo! You're here! Does this mean you're coming home with us?!
Apollo:
Well... About that... .........Um, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes?
Apollo:
I've... I've made up my mind.
Phoenix:
......... (Here it is -- the moment of truth...)
Apollo:
I... I still have so many things to learn from you! But... ...I've decided to stay in Khura'in.
Athena:
You're staying?!
Trucy:
B-But...!
Apollo:
I... I feel like I have to pick up where Dhurke left off. I can't let his sacrifice go to waste.
Phoenix:
I see...
Apollo:
Plus... ...I want to teach others everything you've taught me about being a lawyer, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...A-Apollo!
Apollo:
Dhurke's roadmap for the future... ...and your teachings... I believe that these two things will save the people of this kingdom from further unrest. I want to do this... No, I have to do this!
Phoenix:
............... (Apollo... I've never felt prouder. Proud to have had such an amazing attorney working under me.)
Apollo:
But......... someday... I'll return to the U.S.! Once the new legal system here is firmly in place, I'll be back. Scout's honor!
Trucy:
Will we really see you again, Apollo?
Apollo:
You bet! Not that I have any idea how long it'll be... But I promise you this, everyone... I'll keep on learning and growing. And I'll come back to the U.S. an even better lawyer! So don't you forget about me!
Phoenix:
...Of course we won't, Apollo. There will always be a spot waiting for you back at the office. In the meantime, we'll be rooting for you! So knock 'em dead!
Apollo:
You got it, Mr. Wright!
Trucy:
..................... I'm gonna miss you, Polly... But if this is it... then I'm going to support your choice all the way!
Apollo:
Thanks, Trucy. Good luck with your magic act! I know you'll do Troupe Gramarye proud!
Athena:
I'll be cheering for you, too, Apollo! But don't think you're the only one with room to grow! The next time we meet, you probably won't even recognize me!
Apollo:
Ha ha ha. In other words, game on?
Athena:
You bet! And I'm gonna win!
Phoenix:
(...I'm going to miss you, too, Apollo, but... ...I can't wait to see where your new adventure will take you.) .........Well, there's our bus. I guess this is it, Apollo.
Apollo:
I'll never forget everything you've done for me, Mr. Wright! I don't know how I'll ever repay you! Here's to seeing you back in the U.S. again someday! Until then... you know where to find me!
Phoenix:
The legacy of those who came before us... ...is handed down from parent to child... ...and from mentor to disciple. We must never stall or stagnate, but continue to grow and change. All that we've been taught... The beliefs and convictions that have been passed down to us... We must continue to nurture them so we, in turn, can pass them on to the next generation.
Anime cutscene
Athena:
Are you really sure you're okay with him staying, boss?
Phoenix:
Uh-huh. I always figured he'd leave the nest someday.
Ahlbi:
Oh, I think they're almost here!
Apollo:
Just a little... Got it! ...Huh? Wuaaah! Oww...
Datz:
Why don't we go and check it out, AJ!
Trucy:
Go on, Mr. Hat. Introduce yourself.
Mr. Hat:
I'm the Amazing Mr. Hat! Nice to meet you. I wanted to take this opportunity to announce my solo debut.
Trucy:
It seems Mr. Hat doesn't want Apollo to leave him in the dust.
Mr. Hat:
We're fierce rivals, you know. I can't let him hog the spotlight!
Trucy:
.........Hmm. It's just not the same without Polly, is it?
Mr. Hat:
Yeah, I kind of miss him, too.
Trucy:
I know! We should go visit him in Khura'in!
Ahlbi:
After seeing Mr. Justice in action, I got to thinking... ...what can I do for Khura'in? Then it came to me: tourism! That's what! I'll develop Khura'in's tourism industry and bring in more visitors! I'll roll out a night tour centered on the Founder's Orb... Ooh! And make a museum dedicated to the Defiant Dragons! Boy, the ideas just keep on coming...
Edgeworth:
I want to congratulate you on becoming a forensic investigator, Detective Skye.
Ema:
Thank you! ...But Prosecutor Sahdmadhi says he "has need of me." So starting tomorrow, I'll be working in Khura'in for a while.
Edgeworth:
Look at it this way: It's sure to be an educational experience.
Ema:
True... Plus, I can't let that kid show me up, either... I'll see what I can do for Khura'in's revolution!
Edgeworth:
...Heh. Well, challenges have a way of helping people grow. I look forward to our next investigation upon your return.
Betty:
Darn that Forehead Face! Ever since he revealed the secret behind our teleportation trick... ...show requests have totally dried up!
Bonny:
We'll be out on the street if we don't find some work soon. Maybe we should take Trucy up on her offer. She said we could make our debut as magicians at the Wright Anything Agency!
Betty:
Shut up! I'm gonna show her up someday. And on my own terms!
Bonny:
Nothing fires you up like a bitter rivalry...
Beh'leeb:
Khura'in is just like this child right now: full of life and limitless possibilities. I have faith that Dhurke and my darling Tahrust will watch over them both.
Datz:
Har har har har har! Have no fear! We'll see Dhurke's legacy through to the end! And just for junior there, here's the secret to being a man among men: Behold, the Datz Pose!
UWAAAH! UWAAAH!
Beh'leeb:
Ooh, it sounds like little Faitah is saying, "No, thanks!"
Datz:
Haaar har har har har! C'mon, little guy! Don't be shy!
Athena:
I've been pulling double duty ever since Apollo left, but that's okay. I'm going to make Simon recognize me for the awesome lawyer that I am!
Widget:
She's quaking in her boots!
Athena:
Tsk, Widget! I can do it! And I will! Mr. Wright will be calling me his right-hand woman before you know it! Let's do this!
Blackquill:
Bucky! How dare you deliver my order in such a sorry state!
Bucky:
Don't be mad, Siiiimey! There wa'sha huge party at mah shop yeshterday... But, um... It should still taste fine. Here, try some... *urp*
Blackquill:
You great big pillock! I just lost my appetite because of you! Hmph. It's hard to find good help these days. ...Wouldn't you say, old chum?
Uendo:
That trial the other day really inspired me. I've even created a rakugo routine based on Shisho's case.
Patches:
It's a mystery story that'll keep flipping the audience's thinking on its head! It's called "The Scary Udon Noodle"! Hee hee!
Kisegawa:
Hmph, you're giving away too much in the title!
Uendo:
Keeping the Toneido School going... ...is our way of paying penance and repaying our debt to Shisho. And that includes rakugo training for that kid, Owen.
Sarge:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! With my newfound mobility... ...even ancient ruins and their fancy-schmancy tomb-raider traps... ...are no match for me! FIIIIIIIIIRE!!!
Armie:
The university where my father worked is letting me help with a dig. One day, I'll discover an unknown ancient civilization and dedicate it to him!
Sarge:
I'll also be going on a dig in Khura'in soon! That Private Justice had better not be slacking off!
Maya:
I'm going to be super busy, now that I'm the head of the Fey clan.
Pearl:
Don't worry, Mystic Maya! I'll do whatever I can to help!
Maya:
Thanks, Pearly! Our first order of business will be to revolutionize Kurain Village!
Pearl:
Ooh, I have an idea! ...H-How about opening a store where we can buy new outfits like the city girls wear?
Maya:
Well, look who's all grown up now! But I think there are a few, more pressing matters to take care of first.
Pearl:
Yeah, you're right... I guess it'll be a while before I get my revolutionary makeover.
Rayfa:
Mother, Mother! Now that you have stopped being Nayna... ...I want a new Nayna.
Amara:
Hmm, I wonder if there would be anyone willing to serve you in that capacity. You are quite a handful, after all.
Rayfa:
I am?
Amara:
With a simple wave of your hand... ...you would have your attire changed, meals prepared, and even your teeth brushed.
Rayfa:
...T-To think I put such undue burden upon you -- you, a grand priestess of Khura'in.
Amara:
...Fear not, Rayfa. You will have plenty of time in which to make amends. O ho ho ho. Perhaps you could start with one of your famous shoulder rubs?
Nahyuta:
Her Benevolence... ...has taken to calling me "Braid Head." Even worse, she trembles and her face turns red when she speaks to me. What have I done to deserve such animosity? While it is true that I am merciless within the Hall of Justice... ...to be given such a dismissive name... is entirely uncalled for! Oh, what am I to do? .........Perhaps I shall consult Apollo about this.
???:
...How is he doing, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Great. He's a respectable lawyer in his own right. He even has his own practice called Justice Law Offices.
???:
...Thank you. This wouldn't have been possible without you.
Phoenix:
Oh, before I forget... I made a copy of this photo for you.
???:
A photo...? Oh! ............Jove. ........................ It is so good to see him again...
Phoenix:
Don't you think it's about time we told them the truth? After all, they've both grown into fine young people now.
???:
Yes, you're right. Perhaps it's about time they knew...
Dear Mr. Wright,
I can't believe it's already been a few months since I decided to stay. I'm sorry I haven't been good about keeping in touch, but things have been really hectic. Rebuilding a legal system I'm not yet familiar with has been a real challenge. But I will say, it's given me plenty of work to keep me busy.
Judge:
Have you not given the autopsy report even a cursory glance, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
A-ha ha. It's just, I have fifteen clients on my plate right now... ...though I probably shouldn't have accepted all fifteen at the same time...
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Oh, please. Are you going to help me rebuild Khura'in's legal system or not? If you are, we need to move through this case backlog faster.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah, I know, but...
Nahyuta:
Besides, those fifteen are only the beginning. There are ten more awaiting your services.
Apollo:
Huh?
Judge:
I, too, have friends and acquaintances seeking legal representation. And being that you are the only lawyer in the country, I told them to contact you. I estimate it will only add about sixteen clients to your caseload.
Apollo:
Huh? Huh? N-Now, wait just one minute...
Rayfa:
I have been handing out advertisements for your new office. They read: "From legal advice to investigating extramarital affairs -- even yak mailking! For a limited time only, these services and more are free down at Justice Law Offices!" I have already received requests from 380 new clients.
Apollo:
............... (I... I'm going to have to say something, aren't I?)
Nahyuta:
.........Heh. I trust you did your "Chords of Steel" exercises this morning. Well, go on. There is no need to hold back.
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha! Now that you mention it, we have yet to hear you shout today.
Rayfa:
Yes, and I have grown quite drowsy from these tedious proceedings. I could use a loud something to wake me up. Do not disappoint me, Horn Head.
There's really only one thing to say at a time like this... It's a word I've said countless times in my career, but one I'll never tire of...
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Judge:
What is that noise?!
Apollo:
Oh, um... That was one of my "Chords of Steel" voice training exercises.
Judge:
...Well, from now on, you shall keep such caterwauling out of this sacred hall.
Apollo:
(Ugh... Guess I'd better take it down a notch.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
Don't you think that statement was a little odd?
Ga'ran:
Hmph. I thought nothing of the sort.
Phoenix:
Sorry, Apollo, but I have to agree with her.
Apollo:
What? Really?
Judge:
Hmm... It would seem that the only thing that could be considered odd... ...is the defense's statement.
Apollo:
(Just great. Now the judge thinks I'm even odder than before.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Apollo:
That statement contradicts with this piece of evidence!
Ga'ran:
Hmph. Such items are unworthy of my eyes.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, if Her Eminence says so, then I suppose there is no point in wasting time on it.
Apollo:
(Come on! Don't I deserve at least a cursory glance?)
Presenting incorrect sensation or Insight during Divination Séance
Apollo:
Apollo:
Your Benevolence! This Insight is inconsistent with the vision!
Rayfa:
Oh? Please, do tell: Where exactly does this inconsistency lie, Horn Head?
Apollo:
...Well, it's kind of hard to say, especially when you put me on the spot like this.
Judge:
The defense will only present opinions that won't collapse under pressure.
Apollo:
(Guess I'd better take a closer look at the Insights and the vision before I try again.)
Consult (during a cross-examination, when statements must be pressed)
Phoenix:
You okay there, Apollo? I get the feeling we still don't have all the facts.
Apollo:
...You're right. Thanks, Mr. Wright! (Okay, let's see what a little pressing does for me.)
Consult (during a cross-examination, when evidence must be presented)
Phoenix:
Looks like you're having a tough time there, Apollo.
Apollo:
Is it that obvious?
Phoenix:
Well, I've been watching you defend since you first started, so... yeah... And from where I sit, I wonder if there isn't something about that one statement...
Apollo:
Now that you mentioned it... Thanks, Mr. Wright! (Now, to take another look at the evidence.)
Consult (during Inga Karkhuul Khura'in's Divination Séance, on initial Insight)
Phoenix:
What's wrong, Apollo? Can't find any inconsistencies?
Apollo:
...Yeah, basically.
Phoenix:
Well, there was one thing that stuck out at me. That man's voice Inga heard... Didn't you find it a bit strange?
Apollo:
Not really? It's just Dhurke arriving for the hostage exchange, right?
Phoenix:
But if Inga was waiting for Dhurke... ...don't you think he would've been more vigilant?
Apollo:
Good point. He wouldn't have wanted to leave his back exposed like that.
Phoenix:
Now, just take that thought on through to the end.
Apollo:
R-Right. I think I've got it now.
Consult (during Inga Karkhuul Khura'in's Divination Séance, on first revised Insight)
Apollo:
(Argh... There doesn't seem to be any inconsistencies here.)
Phoenix:
You look like you're struggling there, Apollo. Are you sure there's nothing new to learn from the sensations in Rayfa's refined vision? Let's take another look at Rayfa's Insights, keeping in mind the sounds from the phone.
Apollo:
Got it. (Okay, let's try that again.)
Consult (during Inga Karkhuul Khura'in's Divination Séance, on second revised Insight)
Apollo:
(.........There's nothing here!)
Phoenix:
Looks like you could use a sounding board, so how's this? We now know that the loud explosion was a firecracker that Datz threw. That very fact may have produced an inconsistency somewhere.
Apollo:
Y-You're right! I'm going to take another look at Rayfa's Insights!
Consult (during Jove Justice's Divination Séance, on initial Insight)
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
You look like you could use a hand. Personally, there is one insight I'm not so sure about. The one about Dhurke's fingerprints... There was nothing there that bothered you?
Apollo:
Now that you mention it... Okay, I'll take another look at the vision with that in mind.
Consult (during Jove Justice's Divination Séance, on revised Insight)
Phoenix:
You look like the world's about to end there, Apollo.
Apollo:
Huh? Oh... Am I really that transparent?
Phoenix:
Refining the vision made the images we see clearer... ...which means there might be things in it now that we couldn't see before.
Apollo:
Right. I'll take another good look at the visuals then!
Too many penalties (prior to chapter "A Cruel Truth")
Judge:
I have heard enough! This trial need not be drawn out any longer. Regarding the murder of Minister Inga and the assassination of Queen Amara... ...the defense has failed to counter the charges filed by the prosecution. I will now pass judgment on the accused, Dhurke Sahdmadhi... ...and his defenders, Apollo Justice and Phoenix Wright. This court finds these three individuals...
Guilty
Too many penalties (during chapter "A Cruel Truth")
Judge:
I have heard enough! This trial need not be drawn out any longer. Though a few issues remain unresolved... ...this court will leave such matters to the police for further investigation.
Apollo:
In the end, we never did get the truth out of Queen Amara. Minister Inga's true killer disappeared into the shadows of Khura'inese history... ...and Dhurke was found guilty of a twenty-three-year-old crime. After all that... The truth we'd been seeking... was lost for all time.
Too many penalties (during chapter "Beyond Despair")
Judge:
I have heard enough! This trial need not be drawn out any longer. Though a few issues remain unresolved... ...this court will leave such matters to the police for further investigation.
Apollo:
Because of this trial... ...Queen Amara would go on to be tried for the murder of Minister Inga... ...while Dhurke was found guilty of the incident from twenty-three years ago. The truth we'd been seeking... was lost for all time.
Too many penalties (during chapter "The Truth Comes Out" and Jove Justice's Divination Séance)
Judge:
I have heard enough! This trial needs not to be drawn out any longer. In light of the fact that Queen Amara is still alive and well... ...the charge of murder against the accused, Dhurke Sahdmadhi... ...for the attempted assassination twenty-three years ago will be dropped. However, with regard to the murder of Minister Inga... ...the defense has failed to invalidate the confession of Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Therefore, this court must accept his confession, and hand down its verdict.
Guilty
Too many penalties (after Jove Justice's Divination Séance)
Judge:
I have heard enough! This trial need not be drawn out any longer. The defense has failed to sufficiently establish Queen Ga'ran's culpability. Though a few issues remain unresolved... ...this court will leave such matters to the police for further investigation.
Apollo:
This trial may have proven Dhurke's innocence... ...but we failed to prove who Minister Inga's true killer was. And the truth of what happened twenty-three years ago will remain shrouded in mystery. It was all because we failed to prove Ga'ran's guilt. After that trial, we were forced underground in order to escape Ga'ran's agents... ...and I joined Nahyuta and the Defiant Dragons in their efforts to overthrow Ga'ran. A dragon never yields... We fight on with Dhurke's creed in our hearts. And dream of the day revolution comes to Khura'in...
Turnabout Samurai
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Episode 3Turnabout Samurai
Grrah! You have disgraced me for the last time, Steel Samurai! The pale moon in the sky cries for your blood!
The moon? No, it is you who should gaze upon the moon... For it will be the last moon you ever see! See you in hell, Evil Magistrate! Whoooooooaaaaaaa!
Grrrrrraaaaaaaah!
The warriors' swords gleam and strike in the moonlight! One has fallen... but who? Only the moon knows! Don't miss next week's exciting episode: "The Dark Messenger Returns!"
October 14, 5:31 PMWright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
That rocked! "See you in Hell, Evil Magistrate!!!"
Phoenix:
Whoa! Stop waving that broom around!
Maya:
Oh, Nick! I didn't know you were here!
Phoenix:
Of course I'm here! What was that surreal show you were watching?
Maya:
What!? Nick, you mean, you don't know the Steel Samurai!? He's only the most popular TV hero for young people!
Phoenix:
Young...? Like, how young?
Maya:
Umm... 10 years old?
Phoenix:
Then what the heck are YOU doing getting all excited!?
Maya:
Hey! I'm only 17! That's seven-"teen." See? I'm a teen! Not like you, Nick.
Phoenix:
Hey! Don't talk to me like I'm your grandpa or something. I'm only 24 myself.
Maya:
Then watch it with me!  He's really cool! And... it's really popular! When they asked grade school kids what they wanted to be, "Steel Samurai" was no.1!
Phoenix:
I really worry about kids these days.
Maya:
Gramps! Well, the Steel Samurai's over. I guess it's time to close up the office.
Phoenix:
I guess... Wish we had some clients!
Phoenix:
A month has passed since my trial. Mia's murder was the talk of the town for some time... But no one paid any attention to the Wright & Co. Law Offices... How am I going to pay the rent this month?
Maya:
It'll be okay. I'm sure some big client is just around the corner!
Phoenix:
Hmph.
October 16, 8:14 AMPhoenix Wright's Bedroom
Cellular:
Brrrrring... Brrrrring...
Cellular:
*beep*
Phoenix:
H-hello? This is Phoenix.
Maya:
N-N-Nick!!!
Phoenix:
Maya? What? It's still early...
Maya:
I-it's the Steel Samurai! The Steel Samurai got arrested!
Phoenix:
Huh? You mean the guy on that show?
Maya:
Yes! They're saying that the Steel Samurai killed a villain!
Phoenix:
... Umm... Isn't that what he's supposed to do?
Maya:
Yeah, on TV!
Phoenix:
Yeah, on TV.
Maya:
No! I mean, he actually did it! In real life! He skewered a villain with his Samurai Spear!
Phoenix:
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
Maya:
Just come to the office, quick! Please, Nick!
Cellular:
*beep*
October 16, 9:22 AMWright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
(Maya's here... watching television.)
TV:
Now for the morning news. The actor Will Powers was arrested yesterday. Powers plays the lead role in the popular kid's show "The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo." He was arrested on suspicion of murder. The victim was Jack Hammer, who plays the villain known as the "Evil Magistrate." His body was found still inside the Evil Magistrate costume. The "Samurai Spear" was also found stuck through the body. Police believe this was the murder weapon, and are investigating further.
Phoenix:
... This has to be a joke.
Maya:
No, no, no! It's a nightmare! The Steel Samurai is over! The world is over!
Cellular:
Brrrrring... Brrrrring...
Cellular:
*beep*
Maya:
Yes... Wright & Co. Law Offices. ... What!? Nick! I-it's the Steel Samurai!
Phoenix:
W-what!?
Maya:
Yes... yes, of course! We'll be right there!
Cellular:
*beep*
Maya:
Let's go, Nick!
Phoenix:
Go? Go where?
Maya:
They have the Steel Samurai down in detention!
Phoenix:
So what!?
Maya:
So, I've decided this will be our first case!
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
There's a horrendous amount of legal books here. Scarier still is the thought that I have to read all of these now.
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Mia's favorite potted plant. Maya has been watering it so much lately it looks a little... swollen. She's either trying to make it grow... or she's perfecting her water torture technique.
Movie poster
Phoenix:
A poster of an old movie that Mia liked. I was thinking I should go see it myself. Then I realized that the poster doesn't actually say the title of the movie.
Phoenix's desk
Phoenix:
Mia's desk. Actually... it's my desk now. Sitting here always makes me feel like a professional.
Window
Phoenix:
It's a nice day outside. The hotel across the way is always full these days. There's the bellboy, happily cleaning the room.
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
Well, what should we do?
Maya:
What should we do!? How can you just sit there like that!? We have to get down to the detention center and meet the Steel Samurai!
Phoenix:
(Does she want to investigate this case or just do some sightseeing, I wonder? My money's on sightseeing.)
Any ideas
Maya:
We don't have enough information to make a case yet.
Phoenix:
Just admit it: you don't have a clue what happened.
Maya:
No! We just don't have enough information!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
What about this?
Maya:
You like showing that off, don't you, Nick?
Phoenix:
(My poor, poor ego...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
What about this?
Maya:
Sorry, but I don't see how that will help us figure this out...
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
October 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
October 16Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
What's wrong, Maya? It's him! In the flesh!
Maya:
Umm... Is that guy really him?
Phoenix:
Whaddya mean "that guy"? Of course it's him! Will Powers, our client! That's him.
Maya:
Um, maybe I shouldn't be saying this... But he definitely did it. Murder. At least once. Maybe twice.
Phoenix:
Whoa whoa whoa! What are you saying!?
Will:
Umm...
Maya:
Y-yes!?
Will:
Something wrong...?
Maya:
N-no! No!
Phoenix:
(This is getting off to a great start.)
Will:
I know, I know. You're disappointed, aren't you?
Maya:
D-disappointed!? Oh, no. Oh no.
Will:
No, it's okay. This is the real me. When I got the part of the Steel Samurai, with that mask... I decided I would never show my face in public until the job was over. It's the kids, you know. I didn't want to wreck their dreams.
Maya:
Oh...
Will:
I guess it didn't matter. So much for dreams. I wonder what they think of the Steel Samurai now. *sniff* Uwaaah!
Maya:
Nick!
Phoenix:
What?
Maya:
He's a good guy! I mean, he's good!
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Maya:
He didn't do it!
Phoenix:
...
Examine
Security camera
Phoenix:
Smile for the camera...
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He seems frozen in awe of Will Powers.
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Maybe you could start by telling us what happened.
Will:
Y-yes. Of course. It seems like it was only yesterday. Actually, it was only yesterday. The cast had come down to Global Studios for a run-through. We went through a few action sequences at 10:00 that morning. There was a rehearsal scheduled for 5:00 in the afternoon. But when 5:00 came around, and the staff gathered at the studio... The Evil Magistrate was found lying in a crumpled heap near the set. They took off his mask... And discovered that it was Jack Hammer... dead! He had been expertly skewered with the Samurai Spear.
Phoenix:
The "Samurai Spear"...?
Will:
Yes, it's a long spear that I... that the Steel Samurai uses as a weapon.
The Steel Samurai
Phoenix:
Maybe you could explain to me just what "the Steel Samurai" is.
Maya:
Nick! How could you say such a thing? I-I'm sorry, sir, I apologize for my partner! He's new to this, and a bit OUT OF TOUCH with the world.
Phoenix:
Hey! Who's "new to this"!?
Will:
No, it's alright, really. The Steel Samurai is the lead character in a popular kid's show. He walks the streets of Neo Olde Tokyo... Fighting battle after battle against the Evil Magistrate and his minions. Of course, he never really defeats the Evil Magistrate. Although... I guess he did defeat him this time... *sniff* Uwaaah!
Phoenix:
I-I see. (Neo Olde Tokyo...? Who comes up with these names!?)
Powers's alibi (appears after What happened)
Phoenix:
Now, where were you on the day of the murder?
Will:
Well, that morning I came to studios at 9:00. We worked through some action scenes until noon. Rehearsal was to begin at 5:00, but I was a little tired. So after lunch, I took a nap in my dressing room. When I woke up, it was after 5:00! I was late for the rehearsal! I hurried to the studio... and found everyone looking shocked. They arrested me on the spot, and brought me here.
Phoenix:
(So he was sleeping the entire afternoon of the murder? Some action hero!)
Will:
What will the kids think? *sniff*
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Um, here.
Will:
I... I see. ...
Phoenix:
(Let me guess... this guy wasn't the top student in improv class.)
Anything else
Will:
I-I'm sorry. I'm sure that's very important and all. I just don't see what it has to do with my problem.
(Talking about "Powers's alibi" leads to:)
Phoenix:
I think I should probably check out the scene of the murder...
Will:
Right... Global Studios. I'll draw you a map.
Maya:
Wow! Nick! Let's go!
Phoenix:
(I'm willing to bet 10 bucks she asks for autographs.)
Move
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
October 16
Global Studios
Main Gate
Wright & Co. Law Offices
(Talking about "Powers's alibi" leads to:)
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
Well, what should we do?
Maya:
Sitting around here won't get us anywhere, that's for sure. The studio! We should go to the studio! I'm sure we could find some clues there!
Phoenix:
(Does she want to investigate this case or just do some sightseeing, I wonder? My money's on sightseeing.)
October 16Global StudiosMain Gate
Maya:
Wow! So this is where they make the Steel Samurai show! Awesome! Aren't you excited!?
Oldbag:
Hey! You there! You want in, you gotta go through me!
Maya:
O-oh... s-sorry! W-we're, um, lawyers.
Oldbag:
Oh yeah? Well that's great. I'm security! And it's my job to make sure that gawkers like you stay OUT.
Maya:
G-gawkers?
Oldbag:
Gawkers! Sightseers! Tourists!!! I know the type. You heard about the incident and came to snoop around. Youths today! Something horrible happens and all you can think of is sightseeing. Wasting your time at a place like this. Don't you have jobs you should be doing? Or do lawyers not work like the rest of us? Maybe I should become a lawyer too. Sounds like a life of ease to me no work just loafing around all day as you please. Well when I was young things were a mite different, mind you we didn't prance around in strange hippie clothes. What are the youths coming to these days my own son hasn't called in...
Maya:
Umm... Nick? Will I grow up to be like her? Please say "no."
Phoenix:
I dunno! It's possible.
Oldbag:
Hey! Listen when you're being spoken to! Youths today!
Examine
Computer
Phoenix:
The computer that runs the studio security cameras.
Oldbag:
Hey! No touching!
Guard station
Phoenix:
The security guard station. That security lady must like junk food. There's a mountain of it on the desk in there. I can see the computer that runs the security cameras.
Main gate
Phoenix:
The main entrance to the studio. There was a big scene here yesterday with onlookers pressing up against the gate.
Studio map
Phoenix:
An overhead map of the studios. Right from here is the Employee Area. To the left are the actual film studios.
Studio van
Phoenix:
Looks like a studio van. They probably use it to carry around film equipment.
Talk
The studios
Phoenix:
So, what do you do here at the studios?
Oldbag:
At Global Studios, we make children's dreams come true! In fact, in my younger days...
Maya:
No! You were a star!?
Oldbag:
Only a little twinkle between the stars here, I'm afraid, dearie.
Maya:
Wo... wow.
Oldbag:
This place has really gone downhill, you know? But 10 years ago, now that was a studio of dreams! Hammer was a big star back then too, he was...
Phoenix:
Hammer...?
Oldbag:
The victim, dummy! The Evil Magistrate! He's been reduced to playing villains now. Not exactly the best material to work with...
Will Powers
Phoenix:
Can you tell me about Mr. Will Powers?
Oldbag:
He's not a bad kid, but don't be fooled by his mask! You wouldn't want him on the silver screen without it, believe me. Little old ladies watching would lose their lunch! That's probably why he thought that the Steel Samurai was his "big chance." No one thought he was capable of doing what he did to poor Jack Hammer...
Maya:
We don't know for certain that Will Powers is guilty!
Oldbag:
Powers? Of course he's guilty! How do I know? I know everything! That's my job.
Mr. Hammer (appears after The studios)
Phoenix:
What kind of person was Jack Hammer?
Oldbag:
What "kind of person"? Oh... if you only knew! Jack Hammer will live on in many hearts as the ultimate action hero! He was simply dashing in the Dynamite Samurai series!
Phoenix:
(Should I have heard of that...?)
Oldbag:
But... there was an accident during filming five years ago. He got an unlucky break after that. Reduced to playing the villain on a children's program! What's more, I heard they were paying him peanuts. It's enough to make you cry.
Reason for suspicion (appears after Will Powers)
Phoenix:
Why are you so certain Mr. Powers is the killer?
Oldbag:
I was standing right here yesterday, I was. I was here from 1:00 in the afternoon, to 5:00, when they found the body! Now the studio where the murder took place is to the left here. So if you want to go to the studio, you have to pass by me! Only one person went by here between 1:00 and 2:30, when the murder took place!
Phoenix:
And... that person was Mr. Powers?
Oldbag:
Yes. I saw him!
Phoenix:
But Mr. Powers says he was sleeping in his dressing room.
Oldbag:
Oh, I'm sure he would say that. He's no fool! But he was the only one that walked by. He's the killer, you can bet your biscuits on it.
Present
Anything
Oldbag:
What's that? You giving that to me?
Phoenix:
(Absolutely not!)
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Oldbag:
Isn't it about time for you to be heading home? There's nothing to see here. Move along.
Phoenix:
Um, actually, we're here at Mr. Powers's request.
Oldbag:
Hmph! I thought you were suspicious lookin'! Show me a "letter of request." And maybe I'll just let you in.
Maya:
This lady here thinks she owns this place, obviously.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
"Hello! How was the studio?"
Detention Center
Will:
Hello! How was the studio? They all think I did it, don't they?
Maya:
N-no, not at all! Isn't that right, Nick?
Phoenix:
Right, not at all. At worst, you're a suspect.
Will:
*sniff*
Talk
Your alibi
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers, you aren't hiding anything from me, are you?
Will:
W-what? No! I'd never do that!
Phoenix:
Just now you said that you were sleeping in your dressing room after lunch.
Will:
Yes. Like a baby.
Phoenix:
But the security lady said she saw you that day. She says she saw you heading towards the scene of the crime!
Will:
W-what!? That's not possible! I... I really don't know what to say! I was sleeping, I promise!
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers, if you want me to help you, you have to tell me the truth. I'm new to this lawyer business, and I need every advantage I can get.
Will:
I know... I-I'm sorry. *sniff* But, I swear to you on my momma's grave, I was sleeping. Maybe the security lady only thought she saw me?
Phoenix:
(What did she see...? He doesn't seem to be lying.)
The security lady
Phoenix:
Umm... about the security guard at the main gate to the studio...
Will:
Oh, the security lady?
Maya:
She's terrible! She called me "suspicious lookin'"!
Will:
Y-yes... actually, she's said the same thing to me before. "Take off that mask!" were her words, I believe. She sucks up to all the bigwigs at the studio... But let her see you stumble once and she'll never let up on you.
Maya:
Grr! She's got some nerve!
Present
Powers's Letter
Phoenix:
Thank you for the letter of request.
Will:
Show that to the security lady and she should let you in.
(Talking about "The security lady" leads to:)
Phoenix:
Do you think you could write up a letter formally requesting my representation?
Will:
Of c-course.
Powers's Request added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I just hope this will get me past that security lady.)
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Powers's Letter
Phoenix:
Hey, look what I have!
Maya:
Hey! The Steel Samurai said we'd need that to get into the studio.
Phoenix:
You mean Will Powers said we'd need it...?
Maya:
Yes, the Steel Samurai.
Phoenix:
*sigh*
Studio - Main Gate
Present
Powers's Letter
Leads to:
"Ma'am, have a look at this."
Phoenix:
Ma'am, have a look at this. It's a letter of request from Mr. Powers.
Oldbag:
Hmm...? Yes, yes. I recognize the bold, childish scrawl.
Gave Powers's Request to the security lady.
Oldbag:
To think he would entrust his fate to youths of such unreliable appearance... Really!
Phoenix:
Really?
Oldbag:
Anyway, you may pass. But only left from here, toward the studios! No going to the right. That's the Employee Area. "No one allowed inside, pal" were my instructions. The good detective told me himself.
Maya:
Hey, hey, Nick.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
There were maps in the security guard station.
Phoenix:
Hey! Not bad!
Oldbag:
Those are 50 cents a piece,
thank you!
Maya:
Well, time to go, Nick.
Oldbag:
50 cents!
Guidemap of Global Studios added to the Court Record.
Move
Outside Studio One
Leads to:
October 16
Studio One Entrance
October 16Studio One Entrance
Gumshoe:
Hey! Aren't you that murderer from the other day!
Maya:
Aah! It's that confused detective!
Gumshoe:
Hey pal, you know Prosecutor Edgeworth is all upset, and it's your fault! I saw him sipping tea and staring gloomily out the window!
Phoenix:
Umm... so?
Maya:
Hey! If he's depressed, it's all your fault for doing sloppy detective work!
Gumshoe:
!!! ... ... ...
Maya:
Um, Detective?
Phoenix:
I think you hurt his feelings.
Maya:
Oh no! I... I'm sorry!
Phoenix:
Well, I think his feelings are easily hurt.
Gumshoe:
You're right, pal. It's all my fault. I can blame other people all I want, but I know the truth in my heart!
Maya:
Hey, hey! Don't take it so hard! There's always the next case!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I suppose you're right. Hey! What exactly are you two doing here?
Maya:
Um, well... We're on this case too, pal!
Gumshoe:
Huh!? Hey! You can't just go saying "pal" like that! That's MY endearing character trait!
Maya:
I'd say he's a character alright...
Examine
Bench
Phoenix:
I'm a little bushed. Maybe I'll take a short rest here.
Gumshoe:
Hey, good idea, pal!
Maya:
Detective! Aren't you on the case?
Gumshoe:
W-well, yeah, but... Hey, us detectives get tired of standing around too, pal!
Left path
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, what's down the path to the left? It looks like a tree fell down over the path...?
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah. That way's kind of dangerous. You should stay out, pal. There's nothing down there, anyway. That's where Studio Two used to be, they tell me. They don't use it now, though.
Mr. Monkey
Phoenix:
The studio mascot. I guess it's a monkey of some kind. But what kind of monkey has a nose like that? He's holding a sign in his hand. [Right: To Studio One; Left: To Studio Two]
Maya:
What's up with that thing!? It looks kind of... busted.
Gumshoe:
Oh, the wind was pretty strong yesterday, and the head broke off. It took that tree down with it, too.
Security camera
Phoenix:
Hey, there's a camera here.
Gumshoe:
That's the security camera. It takes photos of people going to the studio. All you have to do is look at the data and you can see who went where!
Phoenix:
There's a number plate on the camera... [ST1-307]. That must be the camera ID number.
Studio One entrance
Phoenix:
The entrance to Studio One. This is the studio where they found Jack Hammer's body.
Maya:
Let's go in and check it out, Nick! ... Hey! It's locked!
Phoenix:
Looks like you need a cardkey to get in. It makes sense that they would want to keep the non-employees out.
WELCOME sign
Maya:
There's a big welcome sign above the path.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, apparently the studio's fallen on tough times. They've started letting people in on days they aren't filming. They make a bit of extra money by charging for admission.
Maya:
Huh. You sure know a lot about this place, Detective. You know, you could always quit being a detective and work here?
Phoenix:
Yeah! And what perfect timing, with the monkey's neck broken and all.
Gumshoe:
Huh? Just what's that supposed to mean, pal!?
Talk
The investigation
Phoenix:
So, how is your investigation going, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Well, it's... Hey! I can't tell you that, pal.
Maya:
Nick... Maybe you need to be a little more indirect with your questions?
Phoenix:
Right. So, Detective, mind if I take a look at what you got?
Gumshoe:
What I got?
Phoenix:
The autopsy report! The latest version, if you please...
Gumshoe:
Hmm... right, right. Sorry about what happened last time, pal.
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
The investigation (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
So, how is your investigation going, Detective?
Gumshoe:
I'm not at liberty to give you any more information, pal. You'll hear all you need to know in court!
Phoenix:
(Oh well, it was worth a try.)
Reason for arrest
Phoenix:
Why was Mr. Powers arrested?
Gumshoe:
Simple, pal! The murder took place right over there in Studio One. Now, the victim entered Studio One at approximately 1:00 PM. At that time, there was no one other than the victim in the studio. According to the autopsy report, the time of death was 2:30 PM. Only one person went to the studio between 1:00 and 2:30! And that person was none other than Will Powers! No one else, pal! If you think I'm lying, ask the security lady at the main gate.
Maya:
Nick! If that's true...! Anyone would think that Powers did it with that kind of evidence!
Phoenix:
Thanks for cheering me up...
The security lady
Phoenix:
About the security lady...
Gumshoe:
Oh, that sweet old lady. What a charmer!
Phoenix:
Huh? A-are we talking about the same person?
Gumshoe:
When I showed her my badge she gave me a donut and some coffee!
Maya:
Remember what Powers said. She's a sucker for authority.
Gumshoe:
She even gave me a piece of valuable evidence!
Maya:
Whaat!?
Decisive evidence (appears after The security lady)
Phoenix:
What kind of evidence!?
Gumshoe:
Well, that, er, photo. The photo of the Steel Samurai heading toward the scene of the crime!
Maya:
What! Who took that!?
Gumshoe:
See the camera up on that gate, pal?
Maya:
The gate? You mean the one with the welcome sign?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Whenever someone walks by, that camera automatically snaps a photo of them!
Maya:
Oh no! Nick, he has evidence! We're finished!
Phoenix:
(Funny, for someone with hard proof he doesn't look too happy.)
Gumshoe:
...
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Detective, see this? This is my attorney's badge.
Gumshoe:
Uh huh? Don'tcha think it's a little sad when you have to explain what your badge means, pal? Real men show their P.D. badge and that's that!
Phoenix:
I'll admit the design of my badge leaves a lot to be desired...
Maya:
Maybe it should just be a big "L" for "Lawyer"?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I'm not so sure about that.
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um, Detective. Any ideas about this?
Gumshoe:
Look, I don't got time to look at every little trinket you got, okay pal?
(Talking about "The investigation" and "Decisive evidence" leads to:)
Gumshoe:
What's wrong, pal? You seem down.
Phoenix:
Don't look so happy when you say that.
Gumshoe:
Oh hoh hoh hoh hoh!
Maya:
Umm... We'd like to ask the employees here some questions...
Gumshoe:
Sure thing, pal. Go wherever you like. Of course, you're not going to find any clues I haven't already found! Hah hah hah!
Phoenix:
(I'm glad someone around here seems to be enjoying themselves.)
Maya:
Nick, let's go! We've got a free pass to the place. Now's our chance to check things out!
Move
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
"Nick! Look!"
Maya:
Nick! Look! That security lady is in the guard station stuffing her face with donuts! I guess all cops like their donuts!
Phoenix:
Yeah, and they're soft enough she doesn't need teeth to chew them...
Oldbag:
Hey, you! Well? Are you satisfied Powers is guilty yet?
Phoenix:
(Urk! She had to make my life harder by giving that photo to Detective Gumshoe...)
Talk
Photographic proof
Phoenix:
Why didn't you tell us about the security photo, ma'am?
Oldbag:
Hmm? Oh, that? I just thought it would be more thrilling to talk with the detective himself! These things are important, you know. Oh, just to the left from here is the gate with the camera that took that photo. It's my job to check the photos every day, you see.
Reason for suspicion
Oldbag:
This guard station is in a central position. No matter where you go here, you pass by my station first! Now poor Hammer, he went to the studio just before 1:00. The murder happened right around 2:30, see? The only one I seen go through here between 1:00 and 2:30 was Powers himself! The security camera got a good look at him too. If he's not the one what did it, I don't know who is!
Phoenix:
Maybe... it was you?
Oldbag:
Gyah hah ha hah! Good one, sonny.
Phoenix:
(She thinks I was joking.)
Mr. Hammer
Phoenix:
Was the victim, Mr. Hammer, a popular actor?
Oldbag:
Oh, he was the biggest star in the studio!
Phoenix:
("Was"? Past tense?)
Maya:
Oh yes! He was great as the "Bearded Samurai"!
Oldbag:
That too, yes. He shone the brightest! Back in the day. Making a star like him play the "Evil Magistrate"... It's a disgrace, I tell you! Hammer took it pretty hard, and who can blame him?
Automatic camera (appears after Photographic proof)
Phoenix:
About the security camera...
Oldbag:
Oh yes, the camera. It's automatic. It can tell when someone walks through that gate, see? Then it snaps a photo! Apparently, it records the time when it takes a picture too. But I don't bother myself with those details. I just view all the photos on the computer over in the security guard station. I check 'em every day before going home, I do.
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
October 16
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Detention Center
Leads to:
October 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Employee Area
Leads to:
October 16
Global Studios
Employee Area
October 16Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
What's going on, Nick!? Powers said he was sleeping in his dressing room! But now there's a photo of him going to the studio!?
Phoenix:
Don't look at me! How should I know?
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
What do you think?
Maya:
That photo the detective was talking about is the problem here.
Phoenix:
Well, that's hard to say, without seeing the actual photo ourselves. But if it is Powers in that photo, his alibi is shot.
Photographic proof
Phoenix:
Only one person went to the scene of the crime before the murder took place. And there's a photograph to prove it.
Maya:
I guess it makes sense that that person is the killer then. What do we do, Nick?
Phoenix:
Maybe there was someone else who could have gone to the scene other than Powers? Let's take a look. Maybe that security lady missed someone?
Maya:
On thing's for sure, if there are any clues, they'll be in that studio.
October 16Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Apparently they have Mr. Powers in questioning.
Phoenix:
Hmm... right.
Gumshoe:
Look pal, that camera takes a picture automatically whenever someone walks by. And it took a picture of Will Powers!
Phoenix:
I have to ask him about that photograph!
Maya:
Oh well. Let's try again later.
Examine
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He must get pretty bored. I bet he's making funny faces at that camera.
October 16Global StudiosEmployee Area
Maya:
Nick! This is where they do all the behind-the-scenes stuff! Hey! Look! There's Powers's dressing room! No one's here this soon after the murder I guess. Let's take a look around!
Examine (left side)
Bicycle
Phoenix:
Looks like one of those electric-powered bicycles. I dunno about these. I mean, what's the point?
Maya:
It makes it a lot easier to go up hills!
Phoenix:
Don't people cycle to get exercise!?
Drain grate
Phoenix:
The metal grate on the drain here has been taken off. That's a pretty big drain. A kid could fit through there, I bet.
Maya:
Yeah, if you snuck in that way you wouldn't have to pay at the gate!
Phoenix:
Well, if you want to leave that way, be my guest.
Maya:
Right! Huh? Hey! I'm not a kid!
Lunch table
Phoenix:
The remains of yesterday's lunch are scattered around. Everyone was probably too shocked to clean up. There's a t-bone on one of the plates, minus the steak.
Maya:
Mmm! T-bone steak! That would have hit the spot.
Phoenix:
You just had a burger!
Maya:
Yeah, but I have a second stomach just for steaks.
Phoenix:
(What!?)
Stage backdrop
Phoenix:
There's a half-finished backdrop for a stage here. Looks like a castle. Probably "Neo Olde Tokyo Castle."
Examine (right side)
Dressing room door
Phoenix:
The door to the dressing room. It's not locked.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Let's take a look inside! Maybe we can find something as a souvenir...?
Phoenix:
What do you mean "find"!?
Maya:
You never know! There might be something like... the Samurai Spear!
Phoenix:
We don't need a spear! (And that's the murder weapon for crying out loud!)
Dressing room sign
Phoenix:
There's a sign on the dressing room door. "Mr. Will Powers"... it must be neat to be the star and have your own room like this.
Dressing room window
Phoenix:
A window into the dressing room. The glass is frosted, so I can't see inside.
Storage room door
Phoenix:
That must be the storage room. That's where they keep all the film equipment.
Maya:
Wow, Nick! You know a lot about the industry!
Phoenix:
Umm, what else would they keep in a film studio?
Vending machine
Phoenix:
Let's see... cola, candy, chips, gum... Huh. It's so... normal. I was expecting some cool theme snacks or something. Popcorn, at least!
Maya:
W-wait! Look! "Samurai Soda"! Nick! Try this!
Phoenix:
(Ladies first...)
Move
Dressing Room
Leads to:
October 16
Global Studios
Dressing Room
October 16Global StudiosDressing Room
Phoenix:
(Powers's dressing room... So this is where he was sleeping? Or at least, this is where he claims he was sleeping.)
Maya:
No one actually saw him taking a nap here, did they?
Phoenix:
Right, and there's a picture of him near the crime scene. (I hope he's telling the truth... for his sake!)
Examine
Cosmetics
Phoenix:
There's a vast array of cosmetics here.
Maya:
Ooh! This is the wig he used in "Samurai Boogey-Woogey"! Nick! Try this on!
Phoenix:
No. And how can you tell the name of a show just by looking at a wig!?
Maya:
I, um, kinda like samurai movies.
Phoenix:
("Kinda"...?)
Costume rack
Phoenix:
There's some regular suits in among the costumes here. Those must be his own clothes.
Maya:
It'd be fun to wear one of the costumes...
Phoenix:
(I'd say you were already wearing one, myself.)
Couch
Phoenix:
Looks like someone was sleeping here. Maybe Powers did take a nap here yesterday...
Mirror
Phoenix:
They always have mirrors like this in dressing rooms. I see my hair is still nice and spiky, just how I like it.
Powers's bag
Maya:
Hmm? This must be Powers's bag.
Phoenix:
Hey, don't open that.
Maya:
Look!
Phoenix:
An employee cardkey. That must be Powers's. It says "Studio One."
Maya:
Let's take it, Nick!
Phoenix:
Borrow it. You mean borrow.
Cardkey added to the Court Record.
Powers's bag (subsequent times)
Maya:
I wonder what else is inside Powers's bag...?
Phoenix:
Stop that! (My partner, the thief in training.)
Table
Phoenix:
There's a bunch of snacks on the table. They must give these to the employees. Some tea and cookies...
Maya:
Nick... I'm hungry!
Phoenix:
You just had a burger!
Maya:
Yeah, but I have a separate stomach for sweets!
Phoenix:
(How many stomachs does this girl have!?)
Window
Phoenix:
It's locked. Looks like he doesn't open his window much. I guess it is kind of dusty outside.
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Present
Cardkey
Maya:
Oh, hey! That's the cardkey to get into Studio One where the murder took place! Let's go check it out!
Studio - Main Gate
Present
Cardkey
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about this, ma'am?
Oldbag:
Oh that! Isn't that a studio cardkey? You better watch it! The scene of a murder is no place for sightseeing! I'll be taking that! Hand it over!
Phoenix:
W-wait! No, that's mine!
Oldbag:
Look, I don't have a cardkey to the studio, see? I want to go pay my respects to Jack Hammer where he died.
Phoenix:
W... well you'll just have to wait!
Outside Studio One
Examine
Studio One entrance
Phoenix:
The entrance to Studio One. This is the studio where they found Jack Hammer's body.
Maya:
Let's go in and check it out, Nick!
Phoenix:
I wonder if this cardkey we borrowed from the dressing room will work...
*beep*
Phoenix:
It opened!
Maya:
Alright! We're in!
Phoenix:
(She's way too happy for someone visiting a crime scene.)
Present
Cardkey
Maya:
Hey, Detective! Take a look at this!
Gumshoe:
Whazzat?
Phoenix:
Whoa whoa whoa! Don't show him that! He'll confiscate it!
Maya:
Aww... I just wanted to show it off.
Move
Inside Studio One
Leads to:
October 16
Studio One
October 16Studio One
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
What is it?
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
You're real quiet all of a sudden.
Maya:
Doesn't it give you the shivers, Nick? That white tape! It's so... so real!
Phoenix:
Well, the Evil Magistrate did die here. And the Steel Samurai killed him. The murder weapon was the Samurai Spear. Sounds pretty real to me...
Examine
Director's chair
Maya:
Hey! Look! That's the chair the director sits in! I've always wanted to sit in one of these. Hey Nick, take a look at that. One of those black-and-white boards they clap at the start of filming! And look! A megaphone! A real live megaphone!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
Ready, Nick? Action!
Phoenix:
(This girl is more troubled than I thought...)
Film camera
Leads to:
"Wow, look at that camera! That must cost a ton!"
Reflecting screen
Maya:
What's this?
Phoenix:
That's for reflecting light. They call it a reflecting screen or something like that. The assistant holds it during filming.
Maya:
Huh.
Phoenix:
What? Where's your enthusiasm for all things entertainment?
Maya:
Well, lighting is fine, but I'd want to be the director. Or maybe the Steel Samurai!
Phoenix:
(I think she's being serious...!)
Stage backdrop
Phoenix:
Looks like a backdrop for a stage. This must be used in the Steel Samurai show.
Maya:
Of course! That's the mountain, Neo Fujiyama!
Phoenix:
Doesn't the Steel Samurai take place in Olde Tokyo? Can you even see Mt. Fuji from there?
Maya:
Not Olde Tokyo, Nick! "Neo" Olde Tokyo!
Phoenix:
Oh. Right.
(Step)ladder
Maya:
Look, a ladder!
Phoenix:
That's a "step"-ladder.
Maya:
So? What's the difference? You need to stop judging things based on narrow-minded cultural assumptions, Nick!
Phoenix:
R-right... sorry. (This girl is OUT there!)
Tape outline
Phoenix:
They outlined where Jack Hammer's body lay with tape. His body was found still inside the Evil Magistrate costume. I guess that's why the head part looks like a helmet. Funny, I expected a spear stabbing would leave at least a few bloodstains. I guess the costume must have absorbed most of it...
(Examining film camera leads to:)
Maya:
Wow, look at that camera! That must cost a ton!
Phoenix:
Yeah! So don't touch it!
Maya:
Whoa! It's heavier than I thought...
???:
Hey! You! No touching that!
Phoenix:
Ah, um, sorry, my partner is kind of, y'know...
Maya:
"Y'know"!? No I don't know!
Phoenix:
Umm... who are you?
Penny:
Who me? I'm an assistant here. I help with props and stuff. Moving them around, ordering new ones, et cetera.
Maya:
We're lawyers representing Mr. Will Powers.
Penny:
Oh, you're WP's people.
Maya:
"WP"...? Oh, Will Powers. W.P., I get it.
Penny:
I don't envy you guys one bit! But... do what you can for WP, okay? He'd never hurt a fly! He has to be innocent.
Maya:
Don't worry, leave it to us!
Talk
The day of the crime
Phoenix:
Could you tell me anything about the day of the murder?
Penny:
Yes. I was in the studio the whole day. I was the only assistant on staff that day, you see.
Maya:
Only one assistant!?
Penny:
Yes, well, the studios aren't doing so well right now. And yesterday was only rehearsal for our action sequences.
Maya:
I see. Neat!
Penny:
In the morning we went through the action sequences in the employee area. WP and Hammer were there, along with everyone else.
Phoenix:
The employee area--that's where Powers's dressing room is, right?
Penny:
Yes, that's the place. After eating lunch there, Mr. Hammer went to Studio One. Then I saw WP go into his dressing room. But I didn't see either of them after that.
Will Powers
Phoenix:
Did you know that Mr. Powers was sleeping in his room?
Penny:
No! I wouldn't go in there unless I had some urgent message for him... I mean, it's his private... What kind of a girl do you think I am!?
Phoenix:
W-what kind...? No, no, I'm sure you're a fine girl. Um, sorry. (So much for getting a confirmation of Powers's alibi.)
Sensing someone (appears after The day of the crime and Will Powers)
Phoenix:
So you sensed that someone other than the regular film crew was in the studio?
Penny:
Yes... I think.
Phoenix:
("I think" doesn't cut it in a witness testimony.)
Maya:
Nick! What about that security lady! If someone else came into the studio, she must have seen them!
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Um, any thoughts about this?
Penny:
Sorry... I... don't really want to think too much about what happened just yet.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Maya:
What do we do, Nick? We haven't found anything. If WP was the only one who came to the studio... Then he has to be the killer! They even have a photograph...
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Penny:
Umm... Sorry... I know you're busy.
Phoenix:
Not really.
Penny:
Actually, there's been something bothering me.
Maya:
Ah hah! That's what I'm talking about! A clue! A lead!
Penny:
Well, I don't know about that, but that day, just after noon, I sensed someone was here...
Phoenix:
You "sensed"?
Penny:
Yes, several times.
Phoenix:
Some other studio employees, maybe?
Penny:
No, I don't think so. The only thing we had scheduled was an action scene run-through. I was the only assistant here that day. I have a feeling it was someone from... outside.
Phoenix:
R-really!?
Maya:
But wait, if someone had come in here... Wouldn't that security lady have noticed them?
Phoenix:
Yeah, you're right.
Penny:
I'm sorry I don't have any better information than that.
Maya:
No, thanks! That helps us a lot. Anything helps. Let's go put that security lady on the spot!
Outside Studio One
Move
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
October 16
Global Studios
Main Gate
October 16Global StudiosMain Gate
Oldbag:
What? You're still here? Really! You look as though you've seen a ghost!
Talk
Assistant's claim
Leads to:
"What? I saw that suspicious look on your face!"
Oldbag:
What? I saw that suspicious look on your face!
Phoenix:
I wanted to ask you again about yesterday... You came here at 1:00 PM, correct? And the estimated time of Hammer's death was 2:30. Are you sure that Powers was the only one to go through here between those times?
Oldbag:
Sure as can be!
Maya:
But we have a witness who thinks there was "someone from outside" here that day.
Oldbag:
What!?
Maya:
Are you absolutely sure you were here watching the whole time?
Oldbag:
...
Maya:
Ma'am?
Oldbag:
Who was it? Who told you that? Who dares question ME!?
Maya:
Eek!
Oldbag:
Alright you better tell me and tell me quick, you spiky-haired cretin! Someone's been complaining about the work I do, eh!?
Maya:
Uh... um, we were just talking to the assistant in Studio One.
Oldbag:
Her! She's not even a full-time employee! All you young'uns are like that nowadays, running your mouths like there was no tomorrow saying this that and the other thing. Well when I was young let me tell you we knew a thing or two about respecting our elders. Back then we did and it's a crying shame that you youths today just say what you please about poor old ladies Graaaaaaaaaaaawr!
Phoenix:
She left...
Maya:
Well, Nick? This is our chance to do what we can without her looking over our shoulders!
Outside Studio One
Move
Leads to:
October 16
Studio One
October 16Studio One
Maya:
No one's here. I wonder if the security lady got mad at that assistant?
Phoenix:
Hmm. That's definitely a possibility.
Studio - Main Gate
Examine
Computer
Phoenix:
The computer that runs the studio security cameras.
Maya:
Nick! Maybe we can see that photo of Powers with this computer!
Phoenix:
Yeah, maybe. (Should I try the computer?)
Try it
Leads to:
"Okay. Let's give it a try."
Leave it alone
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I'd better not fool around with this, or that security lady will get me. Maybe next time.)
Maya:
What? You're not going to look at it? Bo-ring!
Phoenix:
Okay. Let's give it a try.
Maya:
You know how to work these things, Nick?
Phoenix:
Looks like I just have to enter in a few numbers. Let's see... first, I need the date of the murder. (It looks like the camera turned on at 1:00 PM that day... 1:00... That was when the security lady arrived at the guard station.)
[Please enter the number of the security camera.]
ST1-703
Phoenix:
There! Entered!
Maya:
... ... Nothing happened.
Phoenix:
Huh? Maybe I got the number wrong.
Maya:
*sigh* Maybe we should go look at that camera again?
ST1-307
Leads to:
"There! Entered!"
ST1-370
Phoenix:
There! Entered!
Maya:
... ... Nothing happened.
Phoenix:
Huh? Maybe I got the number wrong.
Maya:
*sigh* Maybe we should go look at that camera again?
Phoenix:
There! Entered! ...
Maya:
Hey! It printed out the data for that day!
Phoenix:
Let's see what we got... ... Huh?
Maya:
How is this a picture of Will Powers?
Phoenix:
Well, he is the one who always wears that suit... I guess that's why the security lady thought it was him.
Maya:
I don't imagine the detective was very happy with this photo as evidence. Hmm? Something's printed on the back.
Phoenix:
Huh? [Oct 15, 2:00 PM, Photo #2]
Maya:
What does that mean?
Phoenix:
Maybe there's more photo data from that day?
Maya:
Nope--that's the only one in the computer.
Powers's{?} Photo added to the Court Record.
Maya:
Hey, hey, Nick! Can't we use this photo as evidence for the trial?
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Maya:
We'll put that security lady in her place with this!
Phoenix:
Right, we'll put her in her place...
Maya:
Hey, that's what I said! Anyway... Let's show her this photo and see what she says!
Phoenix:
Wait. Let's not.
Maya:
Why not?
Phoenix:
It's never a good idea to reveal your hand to the enemy too soon.
Maya:
Nick! You're craftier than I gave you credit for. Why, you could be the next... Evil Magistrate!
Phoenix:
Hey! Why do I have to be the villain.
Maya:
Relax, it was just a joke! So, are we done for today?
Phoenix:
I think this photo is what we needed for the trial. Still, it'd be better if we had some idea who the real killer was! Maybe it really is that security lady...?
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Turnabout Samurai
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
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October 18, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Will Powers.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Edgeworth, your opening statement, please.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution will show the court that at 2:30 PM on October 15, the defendant, Mr. Will Powers, killed fellow actor Jack Hammer at Studio One of Global Studios. It is impossible for anyone else to have committed this heinous crime. The evidence presented during the trial will all point to this fact.
Judge:
Hmm. I see. Very well, I would like to move on to your testimony. Mr. Edgeworth, the prosecution may call its first witness.
Edgeworth:
First, I would like to call a familiar face, Detective Gumshoe, to the stand.
Edgeworth:
Detective, if you would briefly describe this case to the court?
Gumshoe:
Yes sir! I'll explain with the guidemap here. To understand this case, it's important to grasp the layout of the studios, see? This here is the Employee Area. The actors did a run-through of their action scenes during the morning here. This is the main gate to the studios. The security lady that works at the studios was here at 1:00 PM on that day. Past the security station there is a gate, see? Past that are the studios. And here it is... Studio One. This is the scene of the murder, where the body was found! Now, on the day of the murder, October 15, there were only three people here. The victim, Jack Hammer, the defendant, Will Powers, and a young woman, the production assistant. All the production staff were in the Employee Area until noon. Then after lunch, the victim, Jack Hammer, went to Studio One. Right after that, at 1:00 PM, the security lady got to the guard station. Now, jump ahead to later that day... 5:00 PM. The production staff came to Studio One to perform a rehearsal. Needless to say, the rehearsal was cancelled... The time of death was 2:30 PM. The "Samurai Spear" found lodged in the victim's chest was the murder weapon. That's the case, in brief. Anyone like to hear that again?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... should I listen to that whole thing again...?)
Skip it
Leads to:
"(I think I can probably remember that...)"
Listen again
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, could you describe that one more time?
Gumshoe:
I shoulda known it would be you, pal! Fine. Once more for the mentally-challenged lawyer.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, yeah. Live it up while you can, Gumshoe.)
Leads back to:
"To understand this case, it's important to grasp the layout of the studios, see?"
Phoenix:
(I think I can probably remember that...)
Judge:
So the murder weapon was a "spear"? How... medieval!
Samurai Spear added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. This case is quite simple if you ask one question: And that question is: "What did the security lady at the guard station see?"
Judge:
Understood.
Edgeworth:
Let's call this security officer to the stand!
Edgeworth:
Will the witness declare her name?
Oldbag:
... Hmm? My, aren't you a handsome fellow! I'm afraid I'm a bit flustered!
Edgeworth:
Y-your name, please!
Oldbag:
Oh, dearie! No need for you to be embarrassed! Just call me "grandma."
Edgeworth:
YOUR NAME, PLEASE!
Phoenix:
(Seems Edgeworth has a bit of trouble getting his witnesses to say their names...)
Oldbag:
Wendy Oldbag, dearie. So just call me "grandma." It's practically my name! So even when I was young I was an Oldbag, but not really that was just my name dearie. Still how the other children would make fun of me and just because of my name can you believe it? But there was this boy, the captain of the chess club in junior high, and when he called me an old bag well I just cried and cried because I had a crush on him you see--
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
O-objection! I... object to the witness's talkativeness.
Judge:
Objection sustained! The witness will refrain from rambling on the stand.
Oldbag:
I was just getting to the good part, dearie!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps we can get to the testimony?
Judge:
Now, the witness was stationed at the main gate on the day of the murder, correct?
Oldbag:
Yessey I was.
Judge:
And to get to the scene of the murder, someone would have to pass by you?
Oldbag:
You know your stuff, dearie!
Judge:
... You may begin your testimony.
Phoenix:
(She sure is one hell of an Oldbag...)
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
Oldbag:
On the day of the murder, I arrived at the guard station at 1:00 PM.
Poor old Hammer and the rest had been doing a run-through there since the morning.
I, well, I had some errands to run that morning.
Anyway, it was 1:00 when I got to the guard station.
I was at the main gate from then until 5:00!
Now, the murder happened at 2:30 PM, right?
Interesting to me, because a certain man walked right by me at 2:00 PM.
It was Powers! That man right there, and he was heading toward the studio!
Judge:
You saw the defendant, then? Hmm... Very well. Let's begin the cross-examination. Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
Oldbag:
On the day of the murder, I arrived at the guard station at 1:00 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So up until that time, anyone who wanted to could go into the studio?
Oldbag:
Well, there wasn't a security guard at the gate, no. But the main gate was locked, dearie. You'd need an employee cardkey to get in.
Phoenix:
(Right... the cardkey that I have. So, what she's saying is no one who wasn't supposed to be there could get in.)
Edgeworth:
Was there anyone at the studios when you arrived at the guard station?
Oldbag:
Poor old Hammer and the rest had been doing a run-through there since the morning.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A "run-through"...?
Oldbag:
They were working out a scene between the Steel Samurai and the Evil Magistrate. They got the basics figured out by noon, and were to use the afternoon for practice. Rehearsal was supposed to start at 5:00. That's why poor old Hammer went to Studio One in the afternoon.
Phoenix:
(So Powers was in his dressing room sleeping... when he was supposed to be practicing! Talk about a laid-back hero...)
Edgeworth:
If there was a run-through in the morning, why did you only get there after noon?
Oldbag:
I, well, I had some errands to run that morning.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What kind of "errands"?
Oldbag:
Oh, well, you know.
Phoenix:
Answer the question!
Oldbag:
Actually... I was watching poor Hammer and Powers. Observing, you know?
Phoenix:
O-observing? Weren't you supposed to be at the guard station?
Oldbag:
Whippersnapper! I told you I locked the gate, didn't I? I did my job!
Phoenix:
(I'm not sure your boss would see it that way...)
Oldbag:
Anyway! I always watch Hammer's run-throughts. Always! Never missed one in all my years.
Maya:
Wow! I want to see a Steel Samurai run-through too!
Phoenix:
You could quit being a spirit medium and take up guard duty.
Maya:
Not a bad idea...
Oldbag:
Anyway, it was 1:00 when I got to the guard station.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you see the victim then?
Oldbag:
Did I see poor old Hammer? Nope. He'd already gone to the studio before I got back to the guard station.
Edgeworth:
Tell us what happened next.
Oldbag:
I was at the main gate from then until 5:00!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you were watching there the WHOLE time? No breaks? Not even a second?
Oldbag:
O-of course! I am a professional, you know! Our are you criticizing how I do my job!? Whippersnapper!
Phoenix:
No, it's just, after seeing you eating those donuts in the guard station yesterday...
Oldbag:
I can watch the gate and eat donuts at the same time! Snipperwhapper!
Maya:
"Snipperwhapper"...? Old windbag is losing it, Nick.
Phoenix:
Why don't you raise an objection?
Judge:
So, the witness was on duty through the afternoon, the whole time. Very well. What did you see?
Oldbag:
Now, the murder happened at 2:30 PM, right?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How did you know that?
Oldbag:
Oh hoh hoh. I have my ways! That over-dressed young detective told me. I fed him some donuts and he talked and talked... If you ask me, that detective isn't cut out for his job.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(Poor Detective Gumshoe, getting chewed out by a security guard...)
Oldbag:
Interesting to me, because a certain man walked right by me at 2:00 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
2:00? You're sure?
Oldbag:
Sure as spit!
Judge:
Well, who was the man!?
Oldbag:
Really, you should try not to get so excited at your age. You might strain something.
Judge:
...
Oldbag:
Now, now, don't get your skivvies all in a bunch. I'll tell you who it was!
Present Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Let me get this straight, old bag! Er, Ms. Oldbag!"
Oldbag:
It was Powers! That man right there, and he was heading toward the studio!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you saw Mr. Powers?
Oldbag:
That's what I said! Got wax in your ears, sonny?
Maya:
Nick, this is your chance!
Phoenix:
Yeah, time to pull out the secret weapon...
Oldbag:
I'll say it again! It was him!
Present Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Let me get this straight, old bag! Er, Ms. Oldbag!"
Maya:
Nick... Doesn't she seem like she's enjoying this a little too much?
Phoenix:
Windbags love gossiping about other people's misfortunes.
Maya:
Ugh. Can't she get her kicks somewhere else?
Phoenix:
Let me get this straight, old bag! Er, Ms. Oldbag! You've been saying since yesterday that you "saw Mr. Powers," correct? But you're talking about the man in this photo, aren't you!
Judge:
J-just a moment, Mr. Wright. Let me see that photo! ... What is this, exactly?
Phoenix:
None other than the Steel Samurai, defender of Neo Olde Tokyo. Ms. Oldbag! Is this the "Mr. Powers" that you saw!?
Oldbag:
Of course! Didn't your momma teach you any sense, sonny? Anyone can plainly see that's Powers! Right?
Edgeworth:
Um, yeah. ... Umm... well. I wonder?
Phoenix:
True, Mr. Powers does play the role of the Steel Samurai! But that doesn't mean Mr. Powers IS the Steel Samurai!
Oldbag:
...! I... I know that! I wasn't born yesterday!
Judge:
No one in this court is accusing you of that, Ms... er, witness.
Phoenix:
(He's having trouble calling her "Oldbag" apparently...)
Judge:
However, you do not have proof that the person in this photo is Mr. Will Powers, do you?
Oldbag:
Humph! Nosy old man! Of course I have proof!
Phoenix:
What!?
Edgeworth:
Huh!?
Phoenix:
(Even Edgeworth is surprised!?)
Edgeworth:
The prosecution would like to ask the old... the witness. Please make known all the information in your possession ahead of time!
Oldbag:
How was I to know everyone would be so nosy! You should be ashamed, all of you! Anyway, I showed that photo to the young detective. He told me "this isn't any good as evidence, pal." He didn't even give it a second look!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(Wow, old windbag has left even Edgeworth speechless. She's good!)
Judge:
Let's hear about your proof, then.
Witness Testimony
-- The Man in the Photo --
Oldbag:
I never say anything I don't mean, mind you!
That morning, during the run-through of the action scene...
I saw Powers trip and fall!
He broke one of the props, it was a big mess.
Apparently, he sprained his ankle pretty bad.
Now, look at that picture!
You can see he's dragging his leg! See? Clear as day!
That's how I knew it was Powers. Happy?
Judge:
Hmm. So he had sprained his ankle...? Very well. Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness.
Phoenix:
(She's got to be hiding something... I'll press her until she squeals.)
Cross Examination
-- The Man in the Photo --
Oldbag:
I never say anything I don't mean, mind you!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Umm...
Oldbag:
Whippersnapper!
Phoenix:
(Hey, I haven't said anything yet!)
Oldbag:
I'll have you know I'm not pointing fingers at anyone behind their backs! Everything I've said is on the straight and narrow! The up and up! Youth today! Always whining about each other, pointing fingers this way and that! It's enough to make an old lady want to cry...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright! Please, for all our sakes, try not to upset the witness!
Phoenix:
(I think Edgeworth has met his match...)
Oldbag:
That morning, during the run-through of the action scene...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Who was present at the run-through?
Oldbag:
Well, let's see... There was Powers, he's the Steel Samurai... Then poor old Hammer, the Evil Magistrate. And... me.
Judge:
And what exactly were you doing?
Oldbag:
Observing! Just... observing.
Phoenix:
What about the assistant?
Oldbag:
Oh, she was off moving backdrops around and such.
Phoenix:
(So she didn't see the run-through, then...)
Oldbag:
I saw Powers trip and fall!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Trip and fall"...?
Oldbag:
Yes! And to think, he's supposed to be the Steel Samurai! What a laugh! So Powers sprained his ankle. I helped make it better for him, of course.
Judge:
You... helped make it better?
Oldbag:
I kissed it where it hurt.
Judge:
L-let's just skip over that part, shall we?
Phoenix:
Where was the assistant then?
Oldbag:
Oh, her? She was cleaning up backdrops, I think. She didn't know about Powers's ankle.
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Edgeworth:
You may continue your testimony.
Oldbag:
He broke one of the props, it was a big mess.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
He broke a prop?
Oldbag:
Sure did! His own Samurai Spear.
Phoenix:
(His Samurai Spear... the murder weapon!?)
Oldbag:
Luckily I was there with my duct tape to fix it.
Phoenix:
(This strikes me as a significant detail... I'd better write this down in the Court Record.)
Samurai Spear updated in the Court Record.
Oldbag:
Apparently, he sprained his ankle pretty bad.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was Mr. Power's [sic] ankle badly sprained?
Oldbag:
Not so bad that he couldn't walk around. He went to his dressing room to rest up after lunch.
Phoenix:
(Thus the nap...)
Oldbag:
Anyway, I saw him dragging his foot when he walked.
Phoenix:
(Dragging his foot... okay.)
Oldbag:
You can see he's dragging his leg! See? Clear as day!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely sure? (Let's take a look at that picture again... Hmm... so he was walking strangely because he was injured...)
Judge:
Hmm. It does look like he was dragging his foot.
Oldbag:
See! And you didn't trust me! Whippersnapper!
Oldbag:
That's how I knew it was Powers. Happy?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Still, you can't look at this and say it's Mr. Powers!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Yes, but only Mr. Powers would have been dragging his leg!
Judge:
He has a point. It does seem quite likely that it was Powers.
Phoenix:
(There's got to be more to this. I'd better keep pressing her.)
Maya:
Well, Nick? Find any glaring contradictions?
Phoenix:
Well, she seems pretty sure that was Powers in that photo... I guess I'll just press her and see if I can shake her conviction...
(Pressing second (or third) and fourth statements leads to:)
Edgeworth:
I think we've heard enough! Haven't we, Your Honor?
Judge:
Well, there is one thing that bothers me.
Edgeworth:
Which is?
Judge:
Where is this "Steel Samurai" costume now?
Edgeworth:
Umm... hmm. Actually, well... We couldn't find it. We're looking, though.
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Anyway, that's not important! The witness did see the Steel Samurai, yes. And it is clear that the person in the Steel Samurai suit was Mr. Will Powers!
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose that's right.
Phoenix:
(Are you sure you're sure, Your Honor?)
Object
Phoenix:
Hold it right there! We keep talking possibilities, but we have to agree that this photo shows the Steel Samurai! Nowhere in this photo can we see Mr. Will Powers!
Judge:
Hmm... The defense has a point. I also wonder if someone else not caught on camera could have killed Mr. Hammer. We have to consider that possibility, also.
Edgeworth:
Then allow me to remove that doubt from your mind, Your Honor...
Leads to:
"Will the witness continue her testimony, please?"
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(I think I'll wait and see where this goes.)
Judge:
I suppose, since there weren't any additional crew members at the studios that day... It's quite likely that it was the defendant inside that costume. I see no problem with this evidence.
Edgeworth:
Most perceptive, Your Honor!
Phoenix:
(He still doesn't seem that convinced to me... I hope.)
Leads to:
"Will the witness continue her testimony, please?"
Edgeworth:
Will the witness continue her testimony, please?
Oldbag:
No need to ask twice!
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account, cont. --
Oldbag:
The time of poor Hammer's death was 2:30 PM, true?
The only person I saw go to the studio before then was Will Powers!
No one else went there!
If they had, I would have seen them!
Judge:
Hmm... So, if no one else went to the studio... Then it would have to be this "Steel Samurai" who did it. Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account, cont. --
Oldbag:
The time of poor Hammer's death was 2:30 PM, true?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How do you know that?
Oldbag:
Eh? Didn't I just explain? I gave donuts to the young detective. And the, after some rubbish about it being a "secret, pal" he told me everything.
Phoenix:
(I see Detective Gumshoe shares his fellow officer's fondness for donuts.)
Oldbag:
The only person I saw go to the studio before then was Will Powers!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely sure!?
Oldbag:
Oh, quite, quite, sonny. Nobody suspicious lookin' passed by at all.
Phoenix:
(Nobody suspicious lookin'... Right.)
Present Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold on!"
Oldbag:
No one else went there!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What about before you got to the guard station?
Oldbag:
You mean before 1:00? Why, everyone was in the Employee Area before then. And I locked the main gate so no one could get in. Not to mention...
Present Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold on!"
Oldbag:
If they had, I would have seen them!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The witness has answered the question! Anyone going into the studio had to pass by the witness!
Oldbag:
That's right, sonny! You let 'em have it, Edgey-boy!
Phoenix:
(E-Edgey-boy...?)
Edgeworth:
...
Present Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hold on!"
Maya:
Old windbag sure has balls! Or... well, you know what I mean.
Phoenix:
Old windbags have a way of skipping over important details, after all... Or, for that matter, entirely forgetting them.
Maya:
How convenient.
Phoenix:
(Something for you to look forward to, perhaps?)
Phoenix:
Hold on! Look at this photograph one more time. This photo was taken by the camera at the gate for the studios, correct?
Oldbag:
Yesiree, sonny.
Phoenix:
So, whenever anyone passes by here, it automatically takes a picture?
Oldbag:
And here I thought you didn't know your head from a hole in the ground.
Phoenix:
Right... Anyway! It's also true that the computer in the guard station records all security cam data.
Oldbag:
Ooh! You know, if you wanted to work at the studio, we might have an opening.
Phoenix:
That very computer printed out this photo. Note that on the back of the photo are printed the words: [Oct 15, 2:00 PM, Photo #2]
Oldbag:
Even I know that means it was taken at 2:00 PM on October the 15th! Really, sonny!
Phoenix:
Actually, I knew that too. The issure here is the bit at the end where it says: "Photo #2"...
Oldbag:
"Photo #2"...?
Phoenix:
The computer only held data for one photo on that day. Don't you think that's odd? Shouldn't this photo be "Photo #1" if it really was the ONLY photo!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Please tell the court what you mean by this, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Actually, that's what I want to ask the witness. This evidence shows that not one, but two people went to the studio that day. Yet there is only data for one of the photos! Who could have erased the data for the other photo? Only someone with access... the security lady herself!
Oldbag:
Eh!? You watch your mouth, whippersnapper! The only person I saw that day was Will Powers!
Phoenix:
But the camera on the gate fired twice! That means two people went by!
Oldbag:
Umm... well, yes... that's what it would seem to mean...
Judge:
Can the witness explain this to the court?
Oldbag:
Umm... ahem. I-I don't understand these new-fangled computer things... Umm... E-Edgey-boy! Help!
Edgeworth:
Huh!? B-believe me, I want to, but I don't know what this means either.
Oldbag:
Humph! Some help you are! You're a whippersnapper too! ... ... Whippersnapper...?
Judge:
Something the matter, Ms. Oldbag?
Oldbag:
Ah! That's right! I... I just remembered something!
Judge:
Let me guess... Someone else passed by the gate... someone other than the Steel Samurai?
Oldbag:
Er... well, yes, I suppose you could put it that way.
Judge:
*sigh* I see. Your testimony, please.
Witness Testimony
-- The Other Person --
Oldbag:
Every day, after I finish my guard duties, I have one other important job to do.
I go through the photos recorded on the security computer and check them.
I throw out any photos that aren't suspicious lookin', you see.
Come to think of it, now I remember throwing out one photo that day!
Edgeworth:
M-Ms. Oldbag! This is the first I've heard of this!
Oldbag:
Well, of course, sonny! I've only just remembered it.
Judge:
Right... anyway, Mr. Wright, please begin the cross-examination.
Maya:
Well, I'd say this was a turn for the unexpected, but I kind of expected this...
Cross Examination
-- The Other Person --
Oldbag:
Every day, after I finish my guard duties, I have one other important job to do.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Another "job"?
Oldbag:
T-that's right. I check all the people that passed by the main gate that day. I look closely at every one of the photos that security camera takes.
Edgeworth:
Do you backup all of the security camera data?
Oldbag:
Well, they keep telling me too, yes. But those computers are just so frustrating.
Oldbag:
I go through the photos recorded on the security computer and check them.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How many photos are there, usually?
Oldbag:
On a day when we're open to the public, we get more than 500 people. But on filming days or rehearsal days... well, we don't have much money. We never get more than 50, and that's a big day.
Edgeworth:
Do you backup all of the security camera data?
Oldbag:
Well, they keep telling me too, yes. But those computers are just so frustrating.
Oldbag:
I throw out any photos that aren't suspicious lookin', you see.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How exactly do you determine what isn't "suspicious lookin'"?
Oldbag:
Oh, you can tell by looking at their faces. For the most part.
Phoenix:
F-for the most part? This is a murder trial, Ms. Oldbag!
Oldbag:
Well, I didn't touch that suspicious lookin' Will Powers's photo, did I?
Phoenix:
(I think she's missing the point.)
Oldbag:
Come to think of it, now I remember throwing out one photo that day!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Well, who in the heck was in that photo you erased!?"
Maya:
"Come to think of it"? Couldn't she think of that a little earlier!?
Phoenix:
Classic old windbag maneuver, Maya.
Maya:
Hmm... Might be a useful tactic to remember for use in my future career as a windbag.
Phoenix:
(Let's find out more about this "erased" photo.)
Phoenix:
Well, who in the heck was in that photo you erased!?
Oldbag:
Humph. A fanboy.
Phoenix:
F-fanboy?
Oldbag:
Steel Samurai fanboys. Real freaks, if you ask me. They get information about the rehearsals from gosh-knows-where. They're always hanging about. One was there that day.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
W-wait a second! Didn't you just say no one else could get in!? "I locked the main gate so no one could get in"... Those were your words!
Oldbag:
Well! If you must know, there's a drain that goes into the Employee Area. The grate has been loose for a while. It leads outside, and well, that's where they come in.
Phoenix:
They come in through the drain?
Oldbag:
I told you they were freaks. Oh, and...
Phoenix:
And...?
Oldbag:
They're kids. Children. Whippersnappers.
Phoenix:
K-kids!? So, on the photo that you erased...?
Oldbag:
It was a boy. Probably 2nd or 3rd grade.
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
O-order! Order! Let me get this straight. You saw two people pass by the gate on their way to the studios that day? One was the Steel Samurai, dragging his leg. The other was a boy who looked to be in about 2nd or 3rd grade?
Oldbag:
Oh yes, well we see his type there every day. Can't stop 'em. Can't catch 'em.
Edgeworth:
A boy in 2nd or 3rd grade? Hmm... I assume it would be hard, if not impossible for a young boy to wield the Samurai Spear?
Judge:
Impossible, I'd think. It's quite heavy.
Oldbag:
Right! As I said, I didn't pay him much mind. That's why I erased the data.
Maya:
Um, Nick? What's going on? I mean, the boy was there, that makes him a suspect!
Phoenix:
Yeah, and they're already trying to "un-suspect" him.
Judge:
I'd like to take a five minute recess. I want the defense and the prosecution to consider this new information... And no forgetting vital information this time!
October 18, 11:08 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Phoenix:
Mr. WP?
Will:
Y-yes?
Phoenix:
Tell me straight: were you really in your dressing room? You didn't go to the studio?
Will:
I-I didn't go to the studio! I was s-sleeping, honest.
Maya:
So who was the "Steel Samurai" in that security photo?
Will:
How should I know? The Steel Samurai costume was off in the corner of the dressing room. Anyone could have walked in and taken it, really.
Maya:
What!? You should take better care of that stuff!
Will:
I couldn't imagine anyone would want to steal a Steel Samurai costume! So... where does this leave me?
Phoenix:
It doesn't look good...
Will:
*sniff*
Phoenix:
You're the only likely suspect, right now.
Maya:
Nick! W-what are we going to do!?
Phoenix:
First, we play for more time. We'll start targeting someone else that could conceivably have done this!
Maya:
Right! And it'll take them so long to shoot us down that we can get another day!
Phoenix:
Right... but if we pick the wrong person, we might lose on the spot.
Will:
You... don't sound very optimistic.
Phoenix:
I'm not optimistic at all, actually.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. It's time.
Phoenix:
Okay. Let's go. *sigh*
Will:
What does that mean... Please don't sigh like that! *sniff*
Judge:
The court will now reconvene for the trial of Mr. Will Powers. Mr. Edgeworth, will you present the prosecution's thoughts on this matter?
Edgeworth:
The prosecution's thoughts are simple. Nothing has changed. The other person who went to the studios was a boy of roughly 10 years of age. The photo we do have may not be hard evidence... But there is still no one else that could have committed this crime! I call for a verdict of "guilty" for the defendant, Mr. Will Powers!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Mr. Wright, your thoughts?
Phoenix:
The defense disagrees with the prosecution's claim. There IS another person who could have committed this crime!
Judge:
Order! Interesting... Let us hear who you have in mind! However... Be aware that this court does not look kindly on accusing the innocent. If you accuse someone who is obviously innocent, you will be penalized.
Phoenix:
(Right. Great. As if the stakes weren't high enough.)
Judge:
So, who was this person other than Mr. Powers that could have committed murder?
The assistant girl
Phoenix:
It was the assistant! The Steel Samurai costume was in his dressing room. She stole it, and in doing so she became the Steel Samurai!
Judge:
So you're saying the Steel Samurai in the picture is really the assistant?
Phoenix:
That's correct, Your Honor!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If you're serious, you've got guts, Mr. Wright. Remember the photo? Wasn't the Steel Samurai a little lame!? He was dragging his foot!
Phoenix:
Oh. (Uh oh. Bad feeling time.)
Edgeworth:
Remember the testimony concerning Powers's injury!!!
Oldbag:
Powers and poor Hammer were at the run-through. Oh, and me.
Phoenix:
What about the assistant?
Oldbag:
Oh, her? She was cleaning up backdrops, I think. She didn't know about Powers's ankle.
Edgeworth:
The assistant knew nothing of Mr. Power's injury! She could look the Steel Samurai look with that costume... But she couldn't walk the the Steel Samurai walk! She wouldn't have limped!
Phoenix:
Ungh!
Maya:
That kind of takes the legs out from under that case...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I'm afraid I have to penalize you, as I warned.
Phoenix:
(Nobody knows... the trouble I've seen...)
Judge:
May we move on, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Grr... this fight isn't over yet!) If you would, Your Honor, one more chance, please.
Judge:
Very well. Go ahead.
Leads back to:
"So, who was this person other than Mr. Powers that could have committed murder?"
The grade-school boy
Phoenix:
It was the grade-school boy! ... ... ... Why isn't anyone saying anything?
Edgeworth:
Bah! Are you seriously suggesting the boy did it, Mr. Wright!? "Grade-school boy kills veteran action star with spear!" For one thing, it was the Steel Samurai holding the murder weapon. Would you care to explain just how the boy was involved?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe that was a dumb move on my part.)
Maya:
"Maybe"? "Maybe"!? How about "absolutely," Nick!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I'm afraid I have to penalize you, as I warned.
Phoenix:
(Nobody knows... the trouble I've seen...)
Judge:
May we move on, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Grr... this fight isn't over yet!) If you would, Your Honor, one more chance, please.
Judge:
Very well. Go ahead.
Leads back to:
"So, who was this person other than Mr. Powers that could have committed murder?"
The security lady
Leads to:
"It was the security lady! Wendy Oldbag!"
Phoenix:
It was the security lady! Wendy Oldbag!
Oldbag:
W-who!?
Phoenix:
The Steel Samurai is dragging his leg in this picture. That means whoever was in the suit knew about that morning's injury. Maybe because... they had been watching the action scene run-through! There was only one person other than Powers and Hammer who knew about the injury. The security lady, Oldbag!
Oldbag:
W-what!? Whippersnapper!
Judge:
Order! Order! I-is this true, Oldbag!?
Oldbag:
Oldbag!? That's Ms. Oldbag to you!
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag was standing guard alone at the main gate. She was by herself... in other words, she has no alibi! She could have briefly left her post to steal the the Steel Samurai costume... Then slipped into Studio One, the scene of the murder!
Judge:
W-why would she go through the trouble of wearing the Steel Samurai costume!?
Phoenix:
Simple, Your Honor. She knew the camera at the gate would take her picture. If she was in his costume, she could point the finger at Mr. Powers!
Judge:
I see! Excellent deductive reasoning, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ohhh yeah, right here! Sherlock Holmes II, baby!) ...? (That's odd. Isn't this the part where Edgeworth pounces...? Doesn't he usually jump up with an objection and some new damning evidence...?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth? Does the prosecution have an opinion on this matter?
Edgeworth:
... The prosecution has no meaningful objections at this time.
Oldbag:
W-w-what!? What's that supposed to mean!? Oh, so you all think I did it? Is that it!? Edgey-boy! Don't just sit there, do something!
Phoenix:
(What's my move? Maybe now's my chance to take this the whole way?)
Press further
Leads to:
"The very same reasoning that makes Mr. Powers a suspect in this case..."
Give granny a break
Phoenix:
(I guess this does kind of make it look like she's the killer. Funny, I feel bad for her all of a sudden.)
Judge:
Hmm... It's true that the witness could conceivably have committed this crime. Yet we must not forget that the victim was an action hero. As formidable as her personality may be, I doubt she'd be strong enough.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh! If he removes her from consideration, that means Mr. Powers is it! Sorry, windbag... but I don't have a choice.)
Leads to:
"The very same reasoning that makes Mr. Powers a suspect in this case..."
Phoenix:
The very same reasoning that makes Mr. Powers a suspect in this case... can be used to cast doubt on Ms. Oldbag's actions on that day!
Oldbag:
B-but why would I do something so horrible to poor Hammer!?
Phoenix:
You forget that Mr. Powers lacks a clear motive, too.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed.
Phoenix:
(That did it. Now windbag is one of the suspects. No hard feelings... I hope.)
Oldbag:
Wait just a minute! What about the other person who went to the studio!? The boy! The one whose photo I erased!
Judge:
He's only a grade schooler though, as you said. 2nd or 3rd grade, was it?
Oldbag:
Th-that doesn't matter! When I was that age, I could pin my old man in 10 seconds, tops!
Judge:
Hmm... Your thoughts, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
That boy is not the killer.
Oldbag:
What!? How can you be so sure! Oh, or is it be nice to the kids and mean to your elders day? Whippersnapper!
Phoenix:
I have proof.
Oldbag:
P-proof!?
Judge:
Indeed? Then let's see this proof, Mr. Wright. You have proof that shows the boy could not have committed this murder?
Present Cardkey
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The scene of the murder, as we all know, was Studio One. However, you need a cardkey to enter Studio One! How could a boy with no formal relation to the studios have a cardkey!?
Leads to:
"I see!"
Present Powers's(?) Photo or Samurai Spear
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The murder weapon was the Samurai Spear. That very spear is shown here in this photo. How could the boy have taken the spear? It's impossible!
Leads to:
"I see!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is my proof!
Judge:
... I can't see how that has anything to do with this matter, Mr. Wright? Mr. Wright. There aren't that many pieces of evidence in the Court Record. Please try not to pick the wrong ones!
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor.
Judge:
I'll ask again, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"You have proof that shows the boy could not have committed this murder?"
Judge:
I see! Well, would the witness care to comment on this?
Oldbag:
Mrph.
Phoenix:
(The windbag... speechless. This has got to be a first.)
Judge:
Very well! This court will suspend proceedings on the current trial for today. Mr. Edgeworth, please find out more about your witness, Ms. Windy... what was her name?
Edgeworth:
Something "Oldbag," Your Honor.
Judge:
Then the prosecution will look further into this Oldbag before we continue! That is all. The court is adjourned!
Oldbag:
W-wait a second! I'm not going to just sit here while you run off barking up the wrong tree... me! I'm talking!
Maya:
Oh, great, stop the presses! The windbag wants to talk!
Judge:
Ms. Oldbag! What is this all about? Have you omitted something from your testimony?
Oldbag:
Actually, if you must know, there's something I was told not to talk about.
Phoenix:
N-not to talk about?
Edgeworth:
By whom!?
Phoenix:
(Huh? You mean it wasn't Edgeworth who told her not to talk...?)
Judge:
W-well, testify!
Witness Testimony
-- My Lips Were Sealed --
Oldbag:
Global Studios wanted me to keep quiet about something.
There were... some other people at the studios on the day of the murder.
They said they had "nothing to do with it," see?
So they told me to just pretend they "hadn't been at the studios that day."
But if you're going to go accusing me, I'm not letting them get away scot free!
Judge:
M-Ms. Oldbag! This is crucial information! Why did you keep this from the court until now!?
Oldbag:
Ain't you been listening? They told me to shut my trap, and I always do what I'm told.
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
(No, this isn't a bad dream, Your Honor. Witness the power of the Oldbag...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright... Your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- My Lips Were Sealed --
Oldbag:
Global Studios wanted me to keep quiet about something.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you were told not to talk?
Oldbag:
That's right! By the studio and TV bigwigs, no less!
Edgeworth:
Why didn't I hear about this!?
Oldbag:
Don't be too hard on yourself, sonny. We were all in on it.
Oldbag:
There were... some other people at the studios on the day of the murder.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
W-who were these people!?
Oldbag:
Well, the director and the producer, for starters...
Phoenix:
The... director?
Edgeworth:
We should have known something was fishy! How could they have done a run-through of their action scene without a director? Of course!
Oldbag:
Yes, well, I was surprised no one asked about it.
Phoenix:
So, where were these people?
Oldbag:
The director was in the Employee Area all morning for the run-through. He joined the producer around lunchtime and they had a meeting after that.
Edgeworth:
Where!
Oldbag:
Oh, in the Studio Two trailer.
Phoenix:
S-Studio Two...!? (There was a Studio Two...?)
Oldbag:
Well, if you look at the guidemap... Here it is. You go through the gate and all the way to the left.
Phoenix:
(The path where the monkey's head was fallen over.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright... Would you like to continue the cross-examination...?
Phoenix:
(I think I've already asked all my questions, but...)
Continue cross-examination
Cross-examination continues
Take a break
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
Oldbag:
They said they had "nothing to do with it," see?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag! This is a trial for murder!
Oldbag:
I know that, silly! Still, they were pretty convincing about having nothing to do with it. And... they gave me a little bonus on the side.
Phoenix:
(So, you got your "bonus" and you still talked... Hmm. I think I've asked all the questions I have to ask...)
Continue cross-examination
Phoenix:
(I guess there's no harm in getting as much info as I can!)
Take a break
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
Oldbag:
So they told me to just pretend they "hadn't been at the studios that day."
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So they were actually in the studio!?
Oldbag:
Yes, the whole day. When they heard about the murder, they beat it before the cops came.
Edgeworth:
*grumble* (I'll kill this woman, I swear it...)
Phoenix:
(I feel sorry for Edgeworth, almost. She really left him hanging on this one.)
Oldbag:
But if you're going to go accusing me, I'm not letting them get away scot free!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Them"...? W-who were these people!?
Oldbag:
Well, the director and the producer, for starters...
Phoenix:
The... director?
Edgeworth:
We should have known something was fishy! How could they have done a run-through of their action scene without a director? Of course!
Oldbag:
Yes, well, I was surprised no one asked about it.
Phoenix:
So, where were these people?
Oldbag:
The director was in the Employee Area all morning for the run-through. He joined the producer around lunchtime and they had a meeting after that.
Edgeworth:
Where!
Oldbag:
Oh, in the Studio Two trailer.
Phoenix:
S-Studio Two...!? (There was a Studio Two...?)
Oldbag:
Well, if you look at the guidemap... Here it is. You go through the gate and all the way to the left.
Phoenix:
(The path where the monkey's head was fallen over.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright... Would you like to continue the cross-examination...?
Phoenix:
(I think I've already asked all my questions, but...)
Continue cross-examination
Cross-examination continues
Take a break
Leads to:
"Your Honor."
Maya:
Nick! I guess pressing her was the right thing to do! For an old windbag, she sure likes keeping secrets... Let's get as much information as we can!
Phoenix:
Your Honor. We have learned there were others at Global Studios on the day in question. The director and the producer and, er, some bigwigs, were all present. Yet, as we stand here, they have not been questioned! I hold that it is impossible to declare a verdict on the defendant, Mr. Powers!
Judge:
Hmm... The court acknowledges the defense's point. The prosecution will gather more information about the witness, Ms. Oldbag... and more information about these other people we have just been told of!
Edgeworth:
... I understand, Your Honor.
Judge:
This ends the day's proceedings in the trial of Mr. Will Powers. That is all. The court is adjourned!
October 18, 1:04 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Will:
Th-thank you so much, Mr. Wright. I was right to ask you to defend me.
Maya:
Aww, really, it's nothing. *grin* Oh, or should I... *sniff*
Phoenix:
We'll be going down to the studios to do some more investigation. We have to find out more about this director and producer. They'll be turning up in the next trial as witnesses for certain. So now's my chance to get material for the cross-examination!
Maya:
So, Nick... Have we figured out just who it was in that Steel Samurai costume? Could it really have been old windbag?
Phoenix:
What do you think, Mr. Powers?
Will:
I don't think it was her, really.
Maya:
Neither do I, Nick.
Phoenix:
Y-yeah, I know! Look, I was just buying time back there. Someone had to be the bad guy for a bit to take the pressure off Mr. Powers.
Maya:
Poor old windbag... I feel kinda sorry for her.
Phoenix:
Well, she wasn't winning any points in there, with or without my accusation. Okay, let's get down to the studios.
Maya:
Right! We'll be back to visit you soon...
Will:
Th-thanks. Thanks, guys. *sniff*
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court see no reason to further prolong the trial. Nor is there any need for more time to decide the case against the defendant. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for mis-interpretation of the facts.
Phoenix:
(W-what!? I see plenty of room! It’s still wide open... no?)
Judge:
This court find the defendant, Mr. Will Powers...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Turnabout Samurai
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October 18Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Whew, what a day.
Maya:
This is no time for relaxing, Nick! Say, you think WP's got a chance?
Phoenix:
I guess that really depends on the people we found out about in today's trial.
Maya:
The director and producer...?
Phoenix:
Yeah, them.
Maya:
Well, what are we doing here then!? Let's get to the studios!
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
What do you think we should do?
Maya:
W-what do I... huh!? Why don't we do what you just said!? We gotta get the scoop on this director and producer.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. Then there's no point hanging out here.
Maya:
That's what I've been saying! Let's get to those studios pronto!
Any ideas
Maya:
Hmm. We don't have enough information to make a case yet.
Phoenix:
That's exactly the same thing you said yesterday! Just admit it: you don't have a clue what happened.
Maya:
There's not enough information!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Phoenix:
Hey, see this?
Maya:
You... really like showing that off, don't you, Nick?
Cardkey
Maya:
Hey, you still have that! Great!
Phoenix:
Well, we couldn't get into the scene of the murder without it. And its owner isn't missing it in his detention cell...
Maya:
Poor old WP...
Powers's(?) Photo
Maya:
You know, what if this really was Mr. Powers?
Phoenix:
Yeah. It's hard to say. We don't really know anyone else it could be. I seriously doubt it was that old windbag.
Maya:
So Mr. Powers is... lying?
Phoenix:
He really doesn't seem the type, does he. (Curiouser and curiouser...)
Samurai Spear
Maya:
I wish I had my own Samurai Spear! You'd by my own personal pincushion, Nick!
Phoenix:
Me!? Why me!?
Anything else
Maya:
Sorry, I don't know how that will help us figure this out.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
October 18
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
October 18, 2:16 PM
Global Studios
Main Gate
October 18Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Will:
Oh, Mr. Wright! Thank you for earlier.
Phoenix:
Not at all. We got lucky, to tell the truth.
Maya:
You can say that again!
Phoenix:
Let's not.
Maya:
So, WP! Do you have any leads that might get us going in the right direction?
Will:
Hmm... S-sorry, but no.
Maya:
Be sure to tell us anything that comes to mind, no matter how small.
Phoenix:
We can't rely on getting lucky again tomorrow.
Will:
Y-yes... *sniff*
Examine
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room.
Talk
The fanboy
Phoenix:
Do, er, "fanboys" sneak into the studios often?
Will:
No, not that I know of. That security lady's pretty strict with them.
Maya:
But, in today's testimony, didn't she say they were often hanging around?
Will:
The kids really, really love the Steel Samurai. They sneak past when she's not looking, I guess.
The director
Phoenix:
Was the director present at the morning run-through?
Will:
Y-yes, yes he was. He was directing how the Steel Samurai and the Evil Magistrate should move.
Maya:
Why didn't you tell us that before!?
Will:
W-well, just, the studio asked us to keep quiet...
Maya:
That has nothing to do with this! I hate to repeat myself, but Nick here is a newbie lawyer! Fresh off the bar! When he loses, he's going to lose big!
Will:
I... I see. *sniff*
Phoenix:
(Whose side is she on!?)
Maya:
You aren't hiding anything else from us, are you!?
Will:
N-no, I sure hope not.
Present
Cardkey
Phoenix:
We found this cardkey in your dressing room.
Will:
Oh, that's mine, yes.
Maya:
Can people outside the studios get these cards?
Will:
I don't think so. Even I have to return the card. Once the show's done filming, that is.
Maya:
Huh...
Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Regarding this photograph...
Will:
Y-yes...?
Phoenix:
This really, truly, absolutely isn't you, right?
Will:
R-right. *sniff* I was sleeping in my dressing room the whole time, honest.
Phoenix:
But who else could have worn it!?
Maya:
Your costume was in your dressing room?
Will:
Yes. I guess they snuck in and took it while I was asleep.
Phoenix:
(But who!?)
Samurai Spear
Phoenix:
Regarding the murder weapon...
Will:
Yes?
Phoenix:
Is it heavy, that spear?
Will:
It's pretty hefty, yeah. I don't think the average person would be able to swing it around effectively.
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Maya:
And... that's the spear that broke or something during the morning run-through?
Will:
Oh yes, I goofed on a round kick, you see... I broke the spear. The security lady fixed it for me right away though.
Maya:
With duct tape. We heard.
Anything else
Will:
E-excuse me. Thank you for showing me that, whatever it is. I wish I could think of some way I could help you... S-sorry. *sniff*
October 18, 2:16 PMGlobal StudiosMain Gate
Maya:
No one's here.
Phoenix:
Right, now that they have Ms. Oldbag in custody. I guess they don't have anyone else to replace her...
Maya:
H-hey! In the guard station! Look! She left her donuts! ... ... What? I wasn't going to eat them!
Examine
Computer
Phoenix:
The computer that runs the studio security cameras. Huh? It looks like it's been turned off for the day.
Guard station
Phoenix:
The security guard station. Ms. Oldbag must like junk food. There's a mountain of it on the desk in there.
Main gate
Phoenix:
The main entrance to the studios. They probably have a police officer on patrol out there.
Move
Outside Studio One
Leads to:
October 18
Studio One Entrance
Employee Area
Leads to:
October 18
Global Studios
Employee Area
October 18Studio One Entrance
Maya:
Hey, Nick. It looks like Detective Gumshoe isn't here today.
Phoenix:
You're right. He's probably up to his neck in paperwork after the commotion at today's trial.
Maya:
So, Nick... Remember that "Studio Two" we heard about at the trial today? It was down that path with the fallen tree, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I think that's what they said.
Maya:
Maybe the director and the rest of them are there today? Now's our chance, Nick! Let's check it out!
Examine
Bench
Phoenix:
I'm bushed. Maybe I'll sit down here for a bit.
Maya:
This is exactly why I don't want to get old, ever.
Phoenix:
H-hey! I'm still young! I'm just tired!
Maya:
Nick, when you start having to say "I'm still young," you know it's all over.
Phoenix:
(But... but I AM still young!)
Left path
Phoenix:
In the trial, they said Studio Two was down this path. The monkey head is in the way, but we should be able to get by it without a problem.
Maya:
This monkey head is real heavy!
Phoenix:
Well, it did knock that tree over when it fell.
Maya:
Both of these, the monkey head and the tree, fell the day of the murder, didn't they.
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's what Detective Gumshoe said.
Mr. Monkey
Phoenix:
The studio mascot. Apparently it's a monkey of some kind. I've never seen a monkey with a nose like that before!
Maya:
Why don't they put his head back on? Maybe we should ask that assistant?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure we really want her fixing anything. And you'd probably need a crane to move that thing.
Maya:
Probably so.
Security camera
Phoenix:
That's the security camera that automatically takes pictures of people here. It took two pictures on the day of the murder, before the actual time of death. One of them was the Steel Samurai. The other was a grade school boy. It doesn't seem to be switched on today.
Studio One entrance
Phoenix:
The entrance to Studio One. This is the studio where they found Jack Hammer's body.
WELCOME sign
Maya:
It says "Welcome."
Phoenix:
They let people in here when they're not filming, right?
Maya:
Nick! Let's come here some day! Whaddya say?
Phoenix:
Sure, if that security lady lets us in.
Move
Inside Studio One
Leads to:
October 18
Studio One
Outside Studio Two
Leads to:
October 18
Studio Two Entrance
October 18Studio One
Maya:
I... don't really want to be in here.
Phoenix:
Yeah... It is a murder scene.
Maya:
I want to go someplace else. Nick?
Phoenix:
(*sigh*...)
Examine
Film camera
Maya:
Wow, look at that camera! That must cost a ton!
Phoenix:
Yeah! So don't touch it!
Maya:
Hey, smile, Nick, you're a star!
Phoenix:
S-stop that!
Reflecting screen
Phoenix:
That's for reflecting light. They call it a reflecting screen or something like that.
Maya:
Huh.
Phoenix:
What? Where's your enthusiasm for all things entertainment?
Maya:
Well, lighting is fine, but I'd want to be the director. Or maybe the Steel Samurai!
Phoenix:
(I think she's being serious...!)
Stage backdrop
Phoenix:
Looks like a backdrop for a stage. This must be used in the Steel Samurai show.
Maya:
Of course! That's the mountain, Neo Fujiyama!
Phoenix:
Doesn't the Steel Samurai take place in Olde Tokyo? Can you even see Mt. Fuji from there?
Maya:
Not Olde Tokyo, Nick! "Neo" Olde Tokyo!
October 18Studio Two Entrance
Maya:
This... is Studio Two?
Phoenix:
I thought so...
Maya:
It doesn't really look much like a "studio," does it?
Phoenix:
No, that it does not.
Maya:
Hey... There's a trailer over there.
Phoenix:
It looks pretty sturdy for a movie set trailer.
Maya:
Are we sure this is a studio?
Examine (left side)
Incinerator
Phoenix:
An incinerator. Apparently they just put this one in. It's already covered in soot. They must not clean it much.
Lunch table
Phoenix:
Looks like two people ate here. There's nothing left on the plates.
Maya:
Hey, so they ate t-bone steaks too.
Phoenix:
What is it with steaks around here?
Maya:
Hey! There's always room for steak! But... something does seem out of place...
Phoenix:
What?
Maya:
I... don't know. It just feels "odd."
Number "2" sign
Phoenix:
There's a big "2" painted here.
Maya:
Probably because this is Studio Two?
Phoenix:
Probably... Though it doesn't look anything like a studio.
Studio van
Phoenix:
A light van for moving staff and equipment around. They've kept it in pretty good shape. Looks like it'd run fine.
Maya:
Well, let's go for a drive!
Phoenix:
Sure... if I had a license.
Maya:
Nick! You don't have a driver's license!?
Phoenix:
But, look, I have this!
Maya:
Why are you showing me your attorney's badge, Nick?
Examine (right side)
Flower garden
Phoenix:
There're some flowers here.
Maya:
Wow, so pretty! They're taking good care of these.
Phoenix:
Don't get to [sic] close. That fence looks dangerous.
Storage materials
Phoenix:
These look like materials for making a movie set.
Maya:
They've been sitting here for quite some time. This might as well be a junkyard.
Trailer
Phoenix:
On closer inspection, this trailer looks like it's been here for a while. I don't think this is part of some temporary film set.
Trailer door
Maya:
Nick! Let's go inside!
Phoenix:
You think it's okay...? Oh well. It's locked.
Maya:
Aww... shucks.
October 18Global StudiosEmployee Area
Maya:
Look, it's that assistant girl. Hey!
Penny:
Hi... WP's lawyers, right? I heard about the trial! Great job, guys!
Phoenix:
Oh? Oh hoh hoh. Don't mention it.
Penny:
Is it true they caught the security lady!?
Phoenix:
Oh! Oh... oh hoh hoh!
Penny:
Actually, she just called me. She told me to cover up that drain...
Phoenix:
You mean that one? (Wow, what a mess...)
Penny:
I... I know... I'm not so good with handiwork. Some assistant, right?
Maya:
Yeah, but you do work on the props, and the backdrops, right?
Penny:
R-right. Just... lots of times they end up looking worse than they did before I fixed them.
Maya:
Oh? Oh! Well, I'm sure these things happen. Nothing to worry yourself about!
Penny:
You're right! I won't!
Phoenix:
(Personally, I think she should worry at least a little bit more...)
Penny:
Um, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the guard station. I'm supposed to fill in for Ms. Oldbag.
Maya:
Right! See you later, then!
Penny:
Good luck with your investigation.
Examine (left side)
Drain grate
Maya:
So, the fanboy they were talking about in the trial today... He came in through that drain?
Phoenix:
So it seems. I guess they covered it up in a hurry.
Maya:
Hey... Hey, Nick! If that drain's covered, the boy won't be able to get in.
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah. I think that was the idea...?
Maya:
I feel kinda sorry for him, though. Don't you?
Phoenix:
What, you want to rip the grate off?
Maya:
Really, Nick? We can!?
Phoenix:
(Whoa... she's serious? Uh oh...)
Rip it open
Leads to:
"Well, I guess some things are just made to be broken."
Leave it be
Phoenix:
Nah, I think we should leave it on. They only just repaired it. And if we take it off, that assistant will get yelled at by you-know-who.
Maya:
Yeah... I guess so.
Phoenix:
(Wow! I didn't expect her to take it that hard...)
Phoenix:
Well, I guess some things are just made to be broken.
Maya:
Yay! You know, Nick, you're pretty swell sometimes.
Phoenix:
(Sometimes...?)
Maya:
Hiii-ya! There. That should make the kids happy.
Phoenix:
The things we do...
Drain grate (after reopening)
Phoenix:
The drain grate is off. And I know who did it.
Maya:
Now the kids'll be able to come in again. Doesn't it make you feel great to do a good deed like that?
Phoenix:
(Must be nice to live so free of guilt.)
Lunch table
Phoenix:
The remains of yesterday's lunch are scattered around. Everyone was probably too shocked to clean up. There's a t-bone on one of the plates, minus the steak.
Examine (right side)
Dressing room door
Phoenix:
The door to the dressing room. It's not locked.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Let's go in! Maybe there'll be something else to steal?
Phoenix:
H-hey! We're not thieves!
Maya:
But we did take that cardkey...
Phoenix:
W-we borrowed that! There's a difference.
Vending machine
Phoenix:
Let's see... cola, candy, chips, gum... Huh. It's so... normal. I was expecting some cool theme snacks or something. Popcorn, at least!
Maya:
W-wait! Look! "Samurai Soda"! Nick! Try this!
Phoenix:
Be my guest.
Maya:
Okay! Oh, too bad, it's sold out.
Move
Dressing Room
Leads to:
October 18
Global Studios
Dressing Room
(Reopening drain gate leads to:)
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
"Oh... hello."
October 18Global StudiosDressing Room
Maya:
This is where the Steel Samurai costume was, on the day of the murder.
Phoenix:
That's what Mr. Powers says, at least. I guess they snuck in and took it while he was sleeping.
Maya:
But Nick, what if Mr. Powers hadn't been sleeping? I wonder what the killer was planning on doing then?
Phoenix:
Huh... (She's got a point!)
Examine
Cosmetics
Phoenix:
There's an array of cosmetics here. According to Maya, that wig was used in some old TV show...
Maya:
"Samurai Boogey-Woogey," Nick! Get with the picture!
Phoenix:
Look, explain to me how you can identify a show just by seeing a wig!?
Maya:
I, um, kinda like samurai movies.
Phoenix:
("Kinda"...?)
Costume rack
Phoenix:
There's some regular suits in among the costumes here. Those must be Mr. Powers's personal clothes.
Couch
Phoenix:
Looks like someone was sleeping here. Maybe Powers did take a nap here, like he said.
Powers's bag
Maya:
Mr. Powers's bag. I wonder what's inside? Hey! Supermarket tabloids? Wow. I'm kind of shocked.
Phoenix:
Maya! Leave those alone! (Wolf Men Found On Mars...? I'll have to buy that issue!)
Table
Phoenix:
There's a bunch of snacks on the table. They must give these to the employees. Some tea and cookies...
Maya:
Wait... Nick!
Phoenix:
W-what now?
Maya:
These snacks... they've passed the expiration date!
Phoenix:
... Then don't eat them.
Maya:
*grumble* (They're snacks! They're meant to be eaten!)
Window
Phoenix:
It's locked. I guess he doesn't open his window much. It is kind of dusty outside.
Studio - Main Gate
Penny:
Oh... hello.
Maya:
Ho hoh! You look a little out of place.
Penny:
It's the clothes, isn't it? I thought my camo vest might do the trick... Kind of an "alternative guard fashion" thing.
Examine
Guard station
Phoenix:
The security guard station. I can see the computer that runs the security cameras.
Penny:
Oh, please don't touch anything in there. The security lady would knock the stuffing out of me if she knew.
Talk
The studios
Phoenix:
So, how are the studios doing?
Penny:
There's police wandering around everywhere, it's terrible. They won't even let me clean up. Don't want me "disturbing evidence." I haven't even cleaned up our lunch plates from the day of the murder!
Phoenix:
You mean those plates with the steak bones left over on them in the employee area?
Penny:
Yeah. Can you believe it?
The fanboy
Maya:
Do kids sneak in here a lot?
Penny:
Well... I don't think there's that many of them, but I do see one in particular a bunch. He's always gawking at the sets, or snapping pictures. You should see Old Windbag's eyes flash when she sees him. She has a bit of trouble catching him though...
The director, et al.
Phoenix:
I heard something at the trial today. They said that the director and producer were here the day of the murder...
Penny:
Oh, sorry... I was in the prop storage room, so I didn't see them. I guess they were here, though. The studio head seemed pretty eager to keep us quiet.
Maya:
So they were trying to protect the director?
Penny:
More the producer, really. The producer's our real star here. She saved these studios from the brink of disaster and kept them running. I don't think we'd still be in business if it weren't for that producer!
Phoenix:
(The producer, huh?)
Present
Cardkey
Penny:
Wow, they gave a lawyer one of those cardkeys?
Phoenix:
Well, I'm sort of borrowing it.
Penny:
I see. You better be careful not to lose that. They're very strict about those cardkeys here.
Phoenix:
(I guess they're pretty good about keeping these out of outsider's hands.) Thanks, I'll be careful.
Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this?
Penny:
That's Mr. Powers. Why is he dragging his leg like that? What is this, anyway?
Phoenix:
(Looks like she didn't know about this photo or the injury that morning.) Uh... Never mind.
Samurai Spear
Phoenix:
Say, you work with the props, right? About that murder weapon...
Penny:
You mean the Samurai Spear? Yeah, it's a prop, but it's still pretty heavy. I hate having to carry that thing around.
Phoenix:
(So you'd have to be pretty strong to use that as a weapon, it sounds like. Why is Mr. Powers the only person I can think of!?)
Anything else
Penny:
Umm... Not really sure what that is. Sorry.
Outside Studio One
(Talking about "The director, et al." leads to:)
Move
Outside Studio Two
Leads to:
October 18
Studio Two Entrance
Employee Area
(Talking about "The director, et al." leads to:)
Move
Dressing Room
Leads to:
"WTF? Who are j00 d00dz!? LMAO!"
Dressing Room
???:
WTF? Who are j00 d00dz!? LMAO!
Maya:
H-huh!? W-we... Wait, you first! Who are you!? You look pretty suspicious to me!
Manella:
Whatever, l4m3rs! How can j00 not know the great Sal Manella!? I make teh L33T SH0WZ! The Steel Samurai? Mine! RTFC! (Read The Film Credits!)
Maya:
R-really!? You're THE Sal Manella!? I'm so sorry! I, just, you looked so... Sorry!
Manella:
No no, quite alright. Really. It's fine. ROFL! ...
Maya:
W-what is it?
Manella:
You know, on closer inspection... Mmm... Yeah... Hot! Hot! Hot! *slobber* Hey, do j00 do a lot of "cosplay," coz that costume r0x0rz!... *drool*
Maya:
Rocksores!? Wh-wh-what... Hey! You're drooling!
Manella:
Huh? Mmph! LOL! Buffer overrun! *pant* You've triggered my CR34T1V3 P0W3RZ! Yes... yes, it's coming to me! "Pink Princess"! The sequel to the Steel Samurai... "Pink Princess: Warrior of Little Olde Tokyo!" ROFL... LMAO!
Phoenix:
P-"Pink Princess"...?
Maya:
Why's it gotta be "Little" Olde Tokyo!? Why can't it have a cool name, like "Neo Olde Tokyo"!?
Phoenix:
Maya, we really need to talk about "cool"...
Examine
Table
Phoenix:
There's a bunch of snacks on the table. They must give these to the employees.
Maya:
H-hey! Nick!
Phoenix:
W-what now?
Maya:
Th-the snacks! There was twice this much here before!
Manella:
Ah. I, uh, I ate them. They were past their expiration date anyway. ROFL!
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
(She's biting her lip and staring at me with tears welling in her eyes...)
Talk
The day of the crime
Phoenix:
Did you notice anything unusual on the day of the murder?
Manella:
Oh, I know who j00 d00dz are. That security lady told j00 about us, eh?
Phoenix:
That's right.
Manella:
It was a pretty regular day. We had a run-through for an action scene in the morning. Then a meeting from lunchtime in the Studio Two trailer. Heh. I was so busy I didn't even get a chance to eat lunch! :(
Phoenix:
A t-bone steak, was it?
Manella:
Yeah... sux0rz! I hate missing out on food...
Maya:
Nick... what does "Sucksores" mean?
Phoenix:
No idea...
Manella:
Anyway, I was in a meeting from noon till after 4:00. With the producer, and some bigwigs from the network.
Phoenix:
(Mr. Hammer's time of death was estimated at 2:30 PM. If he's telling the truth, that meeting gives him an alibi...)
The producer (appears after The day of the crime)
Phoenix:
About the producer who was at the meeting with you...
Manella:
Oh, you mean Dee Vasquez? She's a genius. M4d sk1llz, all the way. Scary, though. *sweats* She brought these studios back from the brink of destruction. She's the one who made it possible for me to make the Steel Samurai!
Phoenix:
You had a meeting with her on the day of the murder, right?
Manella:
Yeah, we were together from noon to 4:00 PM, the whole time.
The bigwigs (appears after The day of the crime)
Phoenix:
Who exactly are these "bigwigs" people keep mentioning?
Manella:
Oh, the boss over at the network, and some sponsors. Also a few production guys. They piled into a limousine and got here right around noon. Major tension! *sweats*
Phoenix:
Were all of them with you the entire time?
Manella:
Yeah, unfortunately. They're all gray-haired geezers... *scowl*
Phoenix:
(Hmm... sounds like they'd all be reliable witnesses.)
Present
Powers's(?) Photo
Manella:
... T-this is WP, right?
Phoenix:
How do you know?
Manella:
Well, look, he's obviously dragging his foot.
Phoenix:
(Oh, right. The director would know about the injury; he was there.)
Anything else
Manella:
I try not to pay much attention to things that don't interest me. LOL.
Maya:
W-why are you staring at me like that...?
October 18Studio Two Entrance
Phoenix:
(This place is deserted...)
*crash!*
Maya:
Eek! N-N-Nick! W-w-what was that noise!? It sounded like it came from inside the trailer...
Phoenix:
Someone must be inside...
Maya:
H-Hello? ...
Phoenix:
No answer.
Maya:
Pretty suspicious, if you ask me, Nick! Let's go in!
Phoenix:
I'm not sure we should be barging in... ...Huh. It's locked.
Maya:
What? Don't we have a key?
Phoenix:
No. But there's probably one in the guard station at the main gate.
Maya:
Then what are we waiting for? Let's borrow it!
Phoenix:
(If they'll let us...)
Examine (right side)
Trailer door
Phoenix:
The trailer door. It's locked. The key is probably in the security guard station. I doubt they'd let us borrow it.
Outside Studio One
(Visiting Outside Studio Two and Dressing Room after talking about "The director, et al." leads to:)
Move
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
"Ah hah!"
Studio - Main Gate
Oldbag:
Ah hah! You again!
Maya:
Eeeek!
Oldbag:
How rude, acting like you've seen a ghost!
Phoenix:
You... certainly got back to your post quickly.
Oldbag:
Oh the police took me away, they did. They pulled out a spare Steel Samurai costume! Told me to "put it on." Can you imagine? How could I, a sweet little old lady, wear a giant suit like that?
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers is pretty tall...
Oldbag:
As soon as they saw there was no way I could wear it, they let me go.
Phoenix:
(I guess that would rule out her being the murderer.)
Oldbag:
Anyway! Know this, whippersnapper! This old lady NEVER forgets a slight or insult! And you won't get any information out of me! My lips are sealed!
Maya:
You sure are talking a lot for someone with sealed lips.
Oldbag:
Starting now! One, two, three, mmmph!
Phoenix:
(This lady's too much...)
Examine
Guard station
Phoenix:
The security guard station. I can see the computer that runs the security cameras.
Oldbag:
Hey! No touching!
Phoenix:
(Guess I'd better investigate there later...)
Talk
Any option
Phoenix:
Umm, about that kid you said you saw...
Oldbag:
If I see him again, I'm taking him down!
Maya:
N-Nick! Look at her eyes! She's serious!
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
(I have a feeling she's not going to respond well to anything I show her now.)
Move
Employee Area
Leads to:
"Hey!"
Employee Area
Maya:
Hey! H-hey! Wait!
Phoenix:
(I'll bet he came in right through that drain...)
Maya:
Hey, um, kiddy-o! What's yer name, sport?
???:
I'm not a kid, so don't talk to me like that!
Maya:
H-huh!? But you... You are a kid! What a rude little brat. That's no way to talk to an adult!
???:
I don't see no adults here! Hippie fashion chick!
Maya:
H-hippie fashion...? Nick... I think I'm being mocked.
Phoenix:
(You got to hand it to Maya, she's pretty sharp. And pretty mad...)
Cody:
I'm Cody! Cody Hackins. Call me "kiddy-o" again and I'll cut you down where you stand, evildoer!
Examine (left side)
Drain grate
Phoenix:
The drain where the fanboy came in. He didn't waste any time coming in, either. Talk about cause and effect.
Talk
The Steel Samurai
Phoenix:
So, you're a fan of the Steel Samurai?
Cody:
How dare you utter that name, evildoer!
Maya:
What do you mean? We're on the Steel Samurai's side!
Cody:
H-hah! Hah hah! You can't fool me!
Maya:
Okay... then what's the last line said by the innkeeper in Episode 8?
Cody:
Hah! Easy! "Like some fries with that?"
Maya:
Hmph... not bad, kiddy-o.
Cody:
Watch it!
Phoenix:
(What are they doing!?)
What happened
Leads to:
"Say, you heard anything about the incident the other day?"
Present
Anything
Cody:
Evildoers!
(Talking about "What happened" leads to:)
Phoenix:
Say, you heard anything about the incident the other day?
Cody:
...
Maya:
You were here, weren't you?
Cody:
...
Phoenix:
Did you see anything...?
Cody:
He... he...
Phoenix:
?
Cody:
He... always... The Steel Samurai always wins! Always! Yeah, I saw 'em! I saw everything!
Maya:
What!?
Cody:
But... but no way am I telling you losers!
Maya:
Wha--!? Wait...
Cody:
Lemme go!
Maya:
... He's gone. Huh? Something fell off the table when he bumped into it on his way out.
Phoenix:
A... bottle? Why was this sitting there, I wonder?
Empty Bottle slipped into pocket.
Phoenix:
Anyway, what was that kid saying?
Maya:
He "saw everything"...
Move
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
"Huh?"
Studio - Main Gate
Maya:
Huh? Where's that old windbag?
Phoenix:
Odd of her to leave her post...
Oldbag:
(H-hey!!!)
Maya:
Nick! That was her!
Oldbag:
(S-stop! Whippersnapper!)
Phoenix:
Y-yeah. Sounds like she's chasing after that boy.
Oldbag:
Natch!
Maya:
Uh oh, she tripped!
Phoenix:
(Maya sure looks happy...)
Examine
Guard station
Maya:
Hey, hey, Nick. Now's our chance! Let's check out the guard station!
Phoenix:
Good idea.
Maya:
... Oh! This is it, Nick! The "Trailer Key"!
Phoenix:
The key to that trailer in Studio Two!
Maya:
We'll be borrowing this, right, Nick?
Trailer Key slipped into your pocket.
Guard station (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
The security guard station. Ms. Oldbag must like junk food. There's a mountain of it on the desk in there.
Outside Studio Two
(Examining guard station leads to:)
Examine (right side)
Trailer door
Phoenix:
I wonder if the key we borrowed from the guard station will work? ... It opened.
Maya:
Great! Let's go, Nick!
Phoenix:
(She seems eager all of a sudden...)
Maya:
Well, you first, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Ah, not THAT eager.)
Trailer door (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
The trailer door. It's unlocked.
Move
Trailer
Leads to:
October 18
Studio Two Trailer
October 18Studio Two Trailer
???:
...
Maya:
Eek! S-someone's in here!
???:
Names.
Maya:
O-our n-names? Um, w-we're WP's lawyers, and, um...
???:
I see. ...
Maya:
A-and who might you...?
Vasquez:
Dee Vasquez. The producer.
Phoenix:
(Dee Vasquez... She's quite beautiful.)
Examine
Left poster
Phoenix:
Another old movie poster. "'The Singing Samurai' starring Jack Hammer." What the hell do samurai sing about? Chopping off heads?
Maya:
Oh. My. God. That movie was the best! It's about a samurai who sings his way to fame and fortune! Mr. Hammer was a very accomplished singer, you know.
Phoenix:
Singing samurai stars... What's next? Ninja ballet?
Middle poster
Phoenix:
"'Samurai Summer' starring Jack Hammer." This poster's quite old.
Maya:
Wow! It's been years since I saw that show! It was one of those typical summer romance stories... but it was great!
Phoenix:
A typical summer romance... with a samurai on a horse?
Right poster
Phoenix:
An old movie poster. "'Dynamite Samurai' starring Jack Hammer." I guess Mr. Hammer used to be quite the star.
Table
Phoenix:
This is where they had that meeting. There are documents and paper cups scattered around.
Trash can
Phoenix:
Nothing in here that could be a clue. Just some paper cups and crumpled documents.
Whiteboard
Phoenix:
It looks like they were designing a set to use for the Steel Samurai show. They've got some figures for how much the set costs... I can't believe they spend that much money on those sets!
Window
Phoenix:
The glass is frosted. I can't see outside. This far into October, the dimming daylight makes it feel like winter's coming.
Talk
The day of the crime
Phoenix:
I was wondering if you could tell me about the day of the murder...
Vasquez:
... ...
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Vasquez?
Vasquez:
Script.
Phoenix:
E-excuse me?
Vasquez:
Script. I'm looking for a script.
Phoenix:
A s-script?
Vasquez:
"The Steel Samurai, Episode 13." I need it.
Maya:
Umm... could we ask you a bit about the day of the murder?
Vasquez:
I need to read it. ...
Maya:
...
Phoenix:
... (We're getting nowhere fast.)
The Steel Samurai
Maya:
Um, w-we'd really like to ask you about the Steel Samurai!
Vasquez:
... ...
Phoenix:
Ms. Vasquez?
Vasquez:
It's on TV. Every week. That's all I have to say about that.
Maya:
N-Nick! She's telling us to go watch TV!? The nerve of her!
Phoenix:
Hey, don't get mad at me.
The director
Phoenix:
About the director... Sal Manella, was it? What, er, exactly is his role here...?
Vasquez:
Perhaps I didn't make myself clear? I'm looking for a script. I can't be bothered with anything else. ...
Maya:
Nick? Are all people in the entertainment business this... weird?
Phoenix:
It's starting to look like it.
Present
Anything
Vasquez:
I'm not interested.
(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Maya:
Nick, let's get out of here. Isn't there someplace else we have to check?
Phoenix:
Y-yeah.
Vasquez:
Wait.
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Vasquez:
If you see Manella, give him this.
Maya:
W-why do we have to do your errands...!
Vasquez:
...
Maya:
...
Vasquez:
...
Maya:
I... I don't think I like her. *sniff*
Phoenix:
Don't cry. She'll take it as a sign of weakness. Alright. We'll give it to him if we see him.
Vasquez's Memo added to the Court Record.
Dressing Room
Present
Vasquez's Memo
Phoenix:
Here. I got this from the producer...
Manella:
Huh? "Bring the script for Episode 13"? Episode 13... where did I put that one? ... I must have left it somewhere... *sweats* U-uh oh... My ass is p0wned if I don't find it... *shakes*
Maya:
Nick... It might be quicker to just look in all the places where he's likely to have been.
Phoenix:
I agree.
Outside Studio One
(Presenting Vasquez's Memo to Manella leads to:)
Move
Leads to:
"We're back at the scene of the crime."
Inside Studio One
Maya:
We're back at the scene of the crime. Let's find what we need and get out of here quick, Nick.
Examine
Director's chair
Leads to:
"Hey! Look! That's the chair the director sits in!"
Maya:
Hey! Look! That's the chair the director sits in! I've always wanted to sit in one of these.
Phoenix:
(The director...!) Maya... Take a look around that chair for me, would you? Remember that script the director was talking about? Didn't he say he'd left it somewhere?
Maya:
Ahah! Found it, Nick! The script!
Phoenix:
Good work!
Script placed in pocket.
Dressing Room
Present
Script
Phoenix:
We found your script.
Manella:
W00t! THX! S-still... I dunno... That woman is to be ph34red when you bring something to her late... Say, um, j00 think j00 d00dz could take it down there for me? THX!
Maya:
Is that producer really that scary?
Phoenix:
(Well, she's certainly not NORMAL...)
Trailer
Present
Script
Leads to:
"Here, we found it! Your script!"
Phoenix:
Here, we found it! Your script!
Vasquez:
Ah.
Script handed to Dee Vasquez.
Vasquez:
...
Phoenix:
... Umm... uh... You're not going to talk to us?
Vasquez:
Quiet. I'm reading.
Maya:
...! Just you hold on! What's the big idea!? Who do you think you are anyway!? And, and do you even know who we are!?
Vasquez:
... Powers's lawyers?
Maya:
Umm.... right.
Vasquez:
Am I a suspect?
Maya:
N-no, it's just, well, no, but...
Vasquez:
... You wanted to know about the day of the murder?
Maya:
Y-yes. Anything you could tell us would be a big help.
Vasquez:
... You know there was a meeting here at noon?
Phoenix:
Yes. With the director and the people from the network...
Vasquez:
Correct. Now, listen closely. None of the people in this trailer that afternoon went to Studio One. It was impossible for us to leave.
Maya:
Impossible? Why?
Vasquez:
The path was blocked.
Phoenix:
The... path?
Talk
The blocked path (appears after presenting Script)
Leads to:
"On the day of the murder, the path that leads here was blocked?"
Phoenix:
On the day of the murder, the path that leads here was blocked?
Vasquez:
You saw Mr. Monkey on the way here, correct?
Phoenix:
M-"Mr. Monkey"?
Vasquez:
The monkey with the broken head.
Phoenix:
Oh, right, that... (What an original name...)
Vasquez:
Its head fell over in the wind on the day of the murder. They didn't start moving the head out of the way until after 3:00. It was after 4:00 by the time the path was unblocked. Capsice? Everyone in this trailer was stuck here until the path was cleared. Stuck in this trailer. Stuck until after 4:00. Hammer died at 2:30. Thus, none of us could have gone to Studio One.
Maya:
W-what!?
Vasquez:
It's true. A crane came just after 3:00 to move the head. We called some people in to clear the way. I'm sure they'd corroborate my story.
Phoenix:
B-but wait! What if the head fell over after 2:30? Then you could have gone to Studio One!
Vasquez:
2:30... the time of death. ... Very well. Come.
Leads to:
"..."
Outside Studio One
Vasquez:
... That's "Mr. Monkey." When it wasn't broken, it announced the time... in "ooks." One "ook" per hour. Ook ook ook ook. Always with the ooking.
Phoenix:
(It IS a monkey, after all.)
Vasquez:
Check its head. The clock inside stopped when it broke.
Maya:
...! Nick, it's stopped at 2:15.
Phoenix:
2:15...?
Vasquez:
That's right. This path was blocked from 2:15 till after 4:00. Therefore, we're innocent.
Phoenix:
Mr. Hammer died in Studio One at 2:30...
Vasquez:
See? Good bye.
Mr. Monkey data added to the Court Record.
Maya:
What do we do, Nick? There isn't anyone besides WP who could have killed Hammer! It's over... We're finished!
Phoenix:
(It sure doesn't look good. Guess we should head back to the office and plan our strategy...)
Examine
Bench
Phoenix:
I really want to take a break, but we have work to do! Still, it's kind of sad to see so many empty benches... Kind of like if you threw a party, and nobody came.
Left path
Phoenix:
This is the path that goes to Studio Two. The mascot's head fell right on the path on the day of the murder. The path was completely blocked between 2:00 and 4:00.
Mr. Monkey
Phoenix:
I see. There's a clock and a speaker in the monkey's head. It would usually tell the time by "ook"ing. The clock is stopped at 2:15 now.
Studio - Main Gate
Move
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
October 18
Wright & Co. Law Offices
October 18Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Now what... We're fresh out of clues. Everyone's alibi is water-tight. We don't even have any promising leads. Things are looking pretty grim.
???:
It's a little early for giving up, don't you think?
Phoenix:
Huh?
???:
You've got one lead...
Phoenix:
M-Mia! It's you! What took you so long!?
Mia:
Sorry, Phoenix. Maya has trouble calling me unless she's really in trouble.
Phoenix:
Right! Oh, wait. I guess that means we're really in trouble.
Mia:
I'd say so.
Phoenix:
What did you mean, we have one lead...?
Mia:
The boy, of course.
Cody:
Yeah, I saw 'em. I saw everything!
Maya:
What!?
Cody:
But...but no way am I telling you losers!
Phoenix:
I dunno. He didn't sound like he was going to help us at all.
Mia:
I'm sure you can find some way of bringing him over to your side. Either way, we should get back to the studios. That boy is our last hope, Phoenix.
Phoenix:
(Thanks, now I'm more worried than I was before...)
Examine
Charley the plant
Mia:
My poor plant! It looks so... so sluggish! Have you been watering it properly, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
Um, well, Maya has actually... I think maybe she's giving it too much.
Mia:
That child! Sorry, Charley.
Phoenix:
(The plant's name is... Charley?)
Movie poster
Phoenix:
A poster of an old movie that Mia liked. Oh, hey! Mia, what's the name of this movie?
Mia:
That movie...? Oh! I'd sure like to see that one again! It's, um... What was it, again? S-sorry, it's right on the tip of my tongue...
Phoenix:
(Let me guess... it's a suspense thriller?)
Talk
What to do
Phoenix:
So, what's the best thing to do from here?
Mia:
We need to get to the studio and talk to that boy.
Any ideas
Phoenix:
So, do you have any ideas about who might have done this?
Mia:
We don't have enough information to make a case yet.
Phoenix:
(Where have I heard that phrase before? So THAT's where Maya got it from...)
Present
Anything
Mia:
Showing me that isn't going to do any good. You know what they say, "Dead men don't tell tales."
Phoenix:
(You sure are talking enough!)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
October 18
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
October 18
Global Studios
Main Gate
October 18Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
I guess Mr. Powers is in questioning...
Mia:
Oh well. Let's try again another day, Phoenix.
October 18Global StudiosMain Gate
Oldbag:
Huff... puff... huff... puff... huff... puff... huff... Huff... puff... huff... puff... huff... puff... huff...
Phoenix:
W-what's wrong?
Oldbag:
Huff... puff... huff... puff... whih... whippersnapper!
Phoenix:
(She's been chasing that boy this whole time.)
Oldbag:
Huff... puff... when... when I ca... catch him... I... huff
Phoenix:
(Sounds like she hasn't had any luck catching him.)
Oldbag:
Huff... puff... I...  I got a hostage now, whippersnapper!
Phoenix:
(A "hostage"...!?)
Talk
The fanboy
Phoenix:
Umm... what happened to the boy?
Oldbag:
I-if I see him a-again, I'll... huff! L-lay him flat! Huff... puff...
Mia:
My, what a violent old lady...
The director, et al.
Phoenix:
Actually, I met with the director just now...
Oldbag:
Eh? Hah... my heart, it don't feel so good.
Phoenix:
(Is she okay!?)
Oldbag:
B-before I go, I'd like to v-visit the place where poor H-Hammer died...
Phoenix:
(Right... she was saying she wanted to visit the studio where he died.)
The "hostage"
Phoenix:
What's this about a "hostage"?
Oldbag:
Huff... huff... W-when that boy was running away... ...he dropped this, a-and ran! Huff... huff... H-he'll come back... huff... huff... for this one!
Phoenix:
(It's kind of hard to understand her with all that huffing and puffing.)
Mia:
Phoenix! That "hostage" might be what we need! Cody might talk to us if we gave him that!
Phoenix:
(Good idea!) Ms. Oldbag! Might I...
Oldbag:
No! I'm catching that brat if it's the last thing I do!
Mia:
Phoenix. Do you have anything you might trade with her?
Phoenix:
(A trade, hmm... I wonder...?)
Present
Cardkey
Oldbag:
H-hey... that... huff... That's a card... huff... Studio One?
Phoenix:
Right. A cardkey to Studio One.
Oldbag:
Huff... puff... I... I could visit poor Hammer... I'd like to visit... huff... he died... whew. I was his... his fan.
Phoenix:
You don't have your own card, Ms. Oldbag?
Oldbag:
Studio One isn't my turf. Huff... huff... You'll let me borrow... borrow it, then?
Phoenix:
(If I give her the cardkey, then I won't be able to get into Studio One...!)
Keep the cardkey
Phoenix:
Sorry, we have our own investigating to do there.
Oldbag:
Huff... huff... puff. Poo.
Phoenix:
(Was that last bit a breath, or a pout...?)
Lend her the cardkey
Leads to:
"Why don't you let her borrow it, Phoenix?"
Powers's(?) Photo
Oldbag:
I... I told you who I s-saw! Huff! Huff... it... it was Powers!
Phoenix:
(Well, at least she's consistent...)
Trailer Key
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag? I'm borrowing this... just so you know.
Oldbag:
Oh... o-okay... huff. J-just be sure to... huff... give it b-back... puff.
Phoenix:
(She's not as demanding when she's exhausted.)
Anything else
Oldbag:
Huff... huff... puff... ... huff... puff... haaah! ... Huff.. huff... puff... huff... puff... huff... hooo!
Phoenix:
(She's too busy catching her breath to tell me anything!)
Move
Employee Area
Leads to:
October 18
Global Studios
Employee Area
Mia:
Why don't you let her borrow it, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
I guess it can't hurt. Here you go, Ms. Oldbag.
Cardkey lent to Ms. Oldbag.
Oldbag:
... Listen to me, sonny. I don't like having debts to no whippersnappers. You take this, and we're even. Deal?
Phoenix:
What's this...? A Steel Samurai trading card?
Oldbag:
That sneaky kid dropped it! I figure it's pretty important to him, though.
Phoenix:
Thank you, I may have a use for this. (This must be the "hostage" she was talking about.)
Steel Samurai Card added to the Court Record.
Oldbag:
Right. I'm off.
Phoenix:
(There she goes, hobbling off toward the studio...)
Outside Studio One
Examine
WELCOME sign
Phoenix:
"Welcome"... I wonder if the murder will make this place famous, too.
Inside Studio One
Examine
Director's chair
Phoenix:
A classic director's chair. I'm surprised they don't have an extra large one for Mr. Manella.
Film camera
Phoenix:
A collection of expensive film equipment. I can't even begin to imagine how much just one of these costs. If we broke one, we'd go bankrupt for sure.
Reflecting screen
Phoenix:
A panel for reflecting light. They call it a "reflecting board" or something.
Stage backdrop
Phoenix:
A stage backdrop. This is "Neo Fujiyama," according to Maya. It looks incredibly fake, but I guess the kids don't mind.
Stepladder
Phoenix:
A perfectly normal stepladder. I've never actually used one. I don't like heights. I'm a firm belever that humankind was made to keep both feet on the ground.
Outside Studio Two
Examine (left side)
Lunch table
Phoenix:
Looks like two people ate here. There's nothing left on the plates.
Number "2" sign
Phoenix:
There's a big "2" painted here. Probably because this is Studio Two? Probably... Though it doesn't look anything like a studio.
Studio van
Phoenix:
A light van for moving staff and equipment around. They've kept it in pretty good shape. Looks like it'd run fine.
Examine (right side)
Flower garden
Phoenix:
Nameless flowers bloom in solitude. They probably have a proper name... But it is not for me to know. Not now, nor ever till the end of my days. ... I need a vacation.
Storage materials
Phoenix:
These look like materials for making a movie set. They've been sitting here for quite some time. This might as well be a junkyard.
Trailer door
Phoenix:
The door is unlocked. We could probably just walk right in.
Trailer
Examine
Left poster
Phoenix:
Another old movie poster. "'The Singing Samurai' starring Jack Hammer." What the hell do samurai sing about? Chopping off heads?
Mia:
It's a samurai musical set in ancient Japan.
Phoenix:
A s-samurai musical? Is that even a genre!? Well, I'm impressed. You know your stuff, Mia.
Mia:
Oh, Maya's the real fan. I just picked a little up.
Middle poster
Phoenix:
"'Samurai Summer' starring Jack Hammer." This poster looks like it's been hanging here for years.
Mia:
This is one of Maya's favorite movies.
Phoenix:
Maybe we should replace the poster in the office with this one?
Mia:
That... would be kind of sad.
October 18Global StudiosEmployee Area
Phoenix:
Hey! Hey, you! W-wait a sec!
Mia:
... Phoenix... Was that the boy?
Phoenix:
Yeah. His name's "Cody Hackins."
Mia:
I think he ran into the dressing room.
Examine (left side)
Bicycle
Phoenix:
Looks like one of those electric-powered bicycles. I dunno about these. I mean, what's the point?
Mia:
It makes it a lot easier to go up hills!
Phoenix:
Where have I heard that line before...?
Examine (right side)
Dressing room door
Phoenix:
The door to the dressing room. It's not locked.
Mia:
This is where Cody ran... Let's go in and see if we can get him to talk.
Storage room door
Phoenix:
That must be the storage room. That's where they keep all the film equipment.
Vending machine
Phoenix:
Let's see... cola, candy, chips, gum... Huh. It's so... normal. I was expecting some cool theme snacks, or something. Popcorn, at least!
Mia:
Look at this! "Spaghetti in a Soda Can"...?
Phoenix:
S-spaghetti? Wouldn't just the sauce come out and the noodles all stay stuck inside?
Mia:
"Best when slammed." I guess they want you to drink it in one gulp...?
Phoenix:
Slamming spaghetti. Right...
Move
Dressing Room
Leads to:
October 18
Global Studios
Dressing Room
October 18Global StudiosDressing Room
Phoenix:
He's sure to be in here somewhere... Found you!
Cody:
...!
Phoenix:
Dammit! He's getting away!
Mia:
Come back! ... There. He's back.
Phoenix:
(How did she...!?)
Cody:
...
Mia:
Hey there. Would you mind helping us out? Please?
Cody:
... I-I'm Cody.
Mia:
Hello, Cody. I'm Mia. Mia Fey. Nice to meet you.
Cody:
Yo.
Phoenix:
And I'm Phoenix Wright!
Cody:
Who asked?
Mia:
Phoenix, you can take it from here.
Phoenix:
(I'm not so sure I'm qualified...)
Examine
Cosmetics
Phoenix:
There's an array of cosmetics here. According to Maya, that wig was used in some old TV show...
Cody:
You don't know "Samurai Boogey-Woogey"!? You're even lamer than I thought!
Phoenix:
(Why does everybody but me know about this show!?)
Powers's bag
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers's bag.
Mia:
Now, Phoenix, it's not polite to look through other people's belongings.
Phoenix:
H-hey, don't look at me! (Tell that to your sister!)
Table
Phoenix:
There's a box of snacks on the table, and some cans of soda. They're all empty. I'm glad Maya isn't here to see this. She'd be devastated.
Mia:
Sorry? What was that about Maya?
Phoenix:
O-oh, nothing.
Talk
The Steel Samurai
Phoenix:
The Steel Samurai's so cool. I think he's the, um, the "bomb."
Cody:
Hah! What would a lamer like you know about the Steel Samurai!
Phoenix:
H-hey, watch that attitude!
Mia:
Phoenix, you really should't yell like that. He's only a kid.
Cody:
Yeah! Don't yell like that I'm only a kid!
What happened
Phoenix:
So, do you know anything about what happened here? Could you tell me, please?
Cody:
I don't know nothing!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... looks like a little persuasion's necessary. Maybe a bribe...?)
Present
Powers's(?) Photo
Cody:
Hey, it's the Steel Samurai. Huh? Why's he dragging his foot like that? Where'd you get this, anyway?
Samurai Spear
Cody:
The Samurai Spear! That's totally cool. I wish I had one, too...
Phoenix:
(This kid and Maya would get along great.)
Steel Samurai Card
Phoenix:
Cody... This look familiar?
Cody:
Hey! My UR!
Phoenix:
"You are"... huh?
Cody:
"U.R." You know, "ultra rare"! That card's really hard to get! Man, for a grown-up, you sure are dumb!
Phoenix:
I'll give you this... IF you help me.
Cody:
But that's my card! By offering me something I already own, you're in effect eschewing the very basis of our consumer society, namely the principle of fair trade! Man, for a grown-up, you sure are dumb!
Phoenix:
(W-what do they teach these kids in school these days!? Quantum physics!?)
Cody:
Whatever, I don't need that card.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Cody:
I got a double. Just keep it. It's yours.
Phoenix:
(What!? After I went through all that trouble...)
Cody:
If you want to trade, find me a REALLY rare card!
Phoenix:
"Really rare"!? You mean there's something rarer than "Ultra Rare"!?
Cody:
Ultra Rare Premium cards are way rarer than plain Ultra Rare cards! Come ON! Man, for a grown-up, you sure are dumb!
Phoenix:
Premium... rare... why do I feel like we're talking about steaks?
Anything else
Cody:
What's that? Bo-ring! Man, how can one person be so lame!? If you were a superhero you'd be Lame-o-man!
Outside Studio Two
(Presenting Steel Samurai Card to Cody leads to:)
Move
Trailer
Leads to:
October 18
Studio Two Trailer
October 18Studio Two Trailer
Penny:
Oh, hi.
Phoenix:
Hello. What brings you here?
Penny:
Oh, well, I had to arrange some stuff... Umm...
Phoenix:
Yes?
Penny:
The, um, girl with you. Doesn't she seem a little different? Like, is she even the same person as before?
Phoenix:
Um, nope! She's the same as always.
Mia:
Same as always.
Penny:
Okay... whatever you say...
Talk
The fanboy
Phoenix:
Have you seen that boy since then?
Penny:
Nope. You missed it, though. The security lady was chasing around after the boy so fast I thought she'd collapse. Of course, he got away in the end. Boy, was she mad!
Phoenix:
Actually, we saw them. How's the old windbag doing?
Penny:
She was squeezing donuts through her clenched fists back at the guard station.
Phoenix:
(Some people take their jobs a little too seriously.)
Mr. Hammer
Phoenix:
Are all the posters on the wall here of Hammer?
Penny:
Yes. It's really a terrible loss for the studios.
Phoenix:
But... his popularity had been waning recently, right?
Penny:
That's true. Then again, after what happened...
Phoenix:
After WHAT happened?
Penny:
Y-you mean, you don't know about Hammer...?
Phoenix:
No, what?
Penny:
I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.
What happened (appears after Mr. Hammer)
Phoenix:
Wait, now you have to tell me. What happened with Hammer?
Penny:
I-I'm sorry. I'm probably not the one who should tell you.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. Why do I get the feeling something's being covered up here?)
Present
Steel Samurai Card
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this?
Penny:
Hey, that's a Steel Samurai trading card. I collect those, actually. I'm one card away from a complete set!
Phoenix:
A complete set?
Penny:
Yeah, a set of one of each card.
Phoenix:
Huh...
Penny:
... Wait...Waitwaitwaitwait!!! That's it!!! That's the card I need! You don't know how long I've been looking for it!
Phoenix:
Uh...
Penny:
I don't care what kind of girl you might think I am, I need that card! P-please! I beg you! Please trade with me!
Phoenix:
T-trade with you?
Penny:
Yes, trade cards! Look, I'll even trade you an Ultra Rare Premium card!
Phoenix:
Trade me a... huh?
Penny:
Yes, it's a good deal for your Ultra Rare! Please!!!
Mia:
Phoenix! Can't you see she's desperate?
Phoenix:
(W-what's everybody getting so excited about...?)
Trade
Phoenix:
Okay.
Leads to:
"Really!? Th-thanks!!! Then this is for you."
Don't trade
Phoenix:
No... no, I can't. See, this card isn't really even mine.
Penny:
!!! I... I see. O-of course. Of course it wouldn't be yours. Of course you couldn't trade it with me. Of course I won't ever get that card, ever. Of course I don't even really deserve that card.
Mia:
Phoenix, do something! She's blacking out!
Phoenix:
O-o-okay, okay! I'll trade!
Leads to:
"Really!? Th-thanks!!! Then this is for you."
Anything else
Penny:
Umm... Sorry. I'm really Not sure what that is.
Penny:
Really!? Th-thanks!!! Then this is for you.
URP Card added to the Court Record.
Penny:
Yaa-hoo!
Phoenix:
(And there she goes...)
Mia:
Doesn't doing good things like that make you feel great?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Yeah, it does.
Dressing Room
Present
URP Card
Leads to:
"See this card?"
Phoenix:
See this card?
Cody:
Yeah, so... Wait! That's it!!! That's the last Ultra Rare Premium card I need! C'mon give it to me, please! You gotta give it to me!
Phoenix:
(Wow, I've never seen him so... eager.) R-right! Okay! How about a trade?
Cody:
You're on! I'll give you a "Samurai Spear" and throw in an "Evil Magistrate" to boot!!
Phoenix:
No no no no... not that kind of trade. I don't want cards. I want information.
Cody:
Huh? You sure? Fine by me!
Gave URP Card to Cody.
Mia:
Okay, Phoenix. Let's hear what he has to say. If he knows something that could help us, we can have him take the stand tomorrow.
Talk (after presenting URP Card)
The Steel Samurai
Phoenix:
So... you like the Steel Samurai.
Cody:
He's so cool!
Phoenix:
I... I guess.
Cody:
You're judging him by his looks! You have to look at his actions, at his life!
Phoenix:
(I'm being lectured on life by a grade schooler...)
Cody:
You like him too, don'tcha?
Phoenix:
Uh... Oh, me? Y-yeah! I, um, love the Steel Samurai.
Cody:
So, tell me what your favorite thing about the Steel Samurai is!
His kind nature
Phoenix:
R-right... (C'mon, think of something!) I really like his, um, his kind nature. What a guy!
Cody:
Totally! He looks so tough, but inside, he's as gentle as a kitten!
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Cody:
So, what else do you like about him?
Phoenix:
(Don't tell me I have to keep this act up...)
Leads back to:
"So, tell me what your favorite thing about the Steel Samurai is!"
His fighting skills
Leads to:
"(Got to think of something...)"
Will Powers's acting
Phoenix:
W-well... (I've never even seen a full episode of that dumb show.) A-actually, I'm kind of a fan of Will Powers...
Cody:
Whoa! That's totally hard-core!
Phoenix:
(You're calling ME hard-core?)
Cody:
So, what else do you like about him?
Phoenix:
(Don't tell me I have to keep this act up...)
Leads back to:
"So, tell me what your favorite thing about the Steel Samurai is!"
Phoenix:
(Got to think of something...) I like it when he, uh, he vanquishes his foes!
Cody:
Yeah! Whizzam! The Steel Samurai always wins! Always! Check this out! It's my fan album!
Phoenix:
What the...? It's all pictures of the Steel Samurai.
Cody:
I go to every live performance!
Phoenix:
(Those stupid publicity stunts where they beat each other up in public...?)
Cody:
I always take a picture when the Steel Samurai lands the final blow! Whizzam! I got 'em all! I never missed one! A perfect collection! Check it out! My new digital camera!
Mia:
Wow, that's very impressive. The newest model, isn't it?
Cody:
You bet, lady! I just got it for my birthday. My album has a name, wanna hear it? "The Steel Samurai: Path To Glory." The Steel Samurai always wins! Always! Hey, if you want this, you can have it, lady.
Mia:
Really? Are you sure?
Cody:
Yeah, I took these with a digital camera. I got all the data at home so I can always make another one.
Mia:
Well, then I'm happy to accept! Thank you.
"Path to Glory" received.
Phoenix:
(What's with people always giving stuff to Mia? What a life!)
Mia:
?
The Steel Samurai (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
So... you like the Steel Samurai.
Cody:
Well, yeah! Duh! He's so strong!
Phoenix:
I... I guess.
Cody:
You're judging him by his looks! You have to look at his actions, at his life!
Phoenix:
(I'm being lectured on life by a grade schooler...)
What happened
Phoenix:
You were here on the day of the... incident, right?
Cody:
Yeah...
Phoenix:
Did you see anything unusual?
Cody:
...
Mia:
Cody.
Cody:
!
Mia:
Cody, he needs to know because he's fighting for justice. Isn't that the Steel Samurai's motto? "For great justice"? You have to help us fight for great justice, too.
Cody:
I... I saw... I saw everything!
Phoenix:
(Well, well... We might get some useful information out of him yet.)
What you saw (appears after The Steel Samurai and What happened)
Leads to:
"Cody... I need to ask you something very important."
Present
"Path to Glory"
Phoenix:
Thanks for this.
Cody:
Hey, I gave that to the nice lady, not you, loser! No looking at that, okay!
Phoenix:
(Believe me, I wasn't going to...)
(Talking about "What you saw" leads to:)
Phoenix:
Cody... I need to ask you something very important. What did you see on the day of the incident?
Cody:
... I got here that day around 2:00... I had to come in through the woods out back so that old lady wouldn't see me. I got kinda lost, though. I was in there for maybe a half hour or so. Then I finally got to the studio. After that...
Mia:
What is it, Cody?
Cody:
Th-the Steel Samurai killed the bad guy! He used his Samurai Spear! Just like always! One shot, one kill! It happened so fast... I got scared. I went home after that.
Phoenix:
I... I see. It must have been hard for you.
Cody:
Man, you say those nice things but it's so obvious you aren't speaking from the heart.
Phoenix:
(Umm... right.) Mia?
Mia:
Yes?
Phoenix:
I think we can say for sure this means the Steel Samurai did it.
Mia:
True enough.
Phoenix:
And the director has an alibi, so it wasn't him.
Mia:
Indeed.
Phoenix:
So... the only person left who it could have been is Will Powers!
Mia:
... I have to admit, it's kind of a shock. But if you put this boy on the witness stand, your client will be "guilty" for sure.
Phoenix:
Let's not call him then...
Mia:
I think that would be wise. Best to leave this one alone.
???:
Not so fast, pal!
Gumshoe:
I heard everything! This boy here's a key witness! And he's under police protection, starting now! C'mon, son. You've got a rendezvous with me down at the precinct!
Cody:
No! I ain't going! Waah!
Mia:
... That didn't go so well. We're back to zero leads. And now we have a serious handicap in court.
Phoenix:
W-what're we going to do, Mia!
Mia:
Well, hmm... I... really need to be going. Don't worry, Phoenix. I'm sure you'll be fine!
Phoenix:
Whoa whoa whoa! C-come to the trial tomorrow, please! I need you there!
Mia:
Phoenix, can I ask you something? Do you really believe that Mr. Powers is innocent?
I believe
Phoenix:
Of course he is!
Mia:
... That's all I wanted to hear. Excellent. I'll see you in court, then.
Leads to:
"Great! Thanks, Mia!"
I don't know
Phoenix:
(I never expected things to go this badly for Powers's case... I'm not sure we can win this one.)
Mia:
Phoenix? If you don't believe him, who will!?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, she's mad.)
Mia:
Oh well... I'll see you in court tomorrow then.
Leads to:
"Great! Thanks, Mia!"
Phoenix:
Great! Thanks, Mia!
Mia:
See you soon.
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Turnabout Samurai
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
October 19, 9:42 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Will:
... ... Umm... Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Will:
Why do you look so... unhappy?
Phoenix:
O-oh! Oh, nothing! Eh heh heh. Really, it's nothing. Right, Mia? (Uh oh. She looks even unhappier...)
Mia:
Phoenix. Your client is now practically a dead man walking... Perhaps that's why I feel particularly close to him.
Phoenix:
This is no time for dead-people jokes, please.
Mia:
You know we're going into this trial utterly defenseless. Yet, if Mr. Powers is truly innocent... We should be able to find something overlooked in the evidence to prove it.
Phoenix:
Something "overlooked"...?
Mia:
We have to find something, Phoenix, today. It's that, or lose the trial.
Phoenix:
(This isn't going to be easy.)
October 19, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Will Powers.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Edgeworth, your opening statement, please.
Edgeworth:
An unexpected fact has come to the attention of the court. Yesterday, we learned that there were other people present at the studios! Today, I would like to show evidence proving they had nothing to do with the murder.
Judge:
Very well. You may call your first witness, Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if that producer is going to come out...)
Edgeworth:
The prosecution calls Mr. Sal Manella to the stand.
Phoenix:
(... or that director.)
Edgeworth:
Will the witness state his name and profession?
Manella:
... How r00d can j00 get! J00 don't know ME!? I'm the director! I make the Steel Samurai, n00b! ROFL!
Edgeworth:
...
Manella:
S... Sal Manella. I'm a director. Television.
Judge:
Were you at Global Studios on the day of the murder?
Manella:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Please testify to the court about the events of that day.
Mia:
Phoenix. Let's start by picking this testimony apart. If Powers is innocent, you know what that means. Someone in the trailer on that day did it!
Phoenix:
R-right. (She doesn't waste any time putting on the pressure!)
Witness Testimony
-- The Day of the Murder --
Manella:
I was at the studios from around 9:00 that morning.
During the morning, I was doing... umm... an action scene run-through.
It took a lot more time than I thought it would.
I hear that everyone else ate lunch in the Employee Area...
But I had a meeting in the Studio Two trailer, so I ended up skipping lunch.
We were in the meeting until around 4:00...
During the meeting, well, I'm pretty sure no one left their chairs.
Manella:
That's about it.
Judge:
Hmm... The time of Mr. Hammer's death was 2:30 PM. And according to your testimony, you were in a meeting at that time. Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- The Day of the Murder --
Manella:
I was at the studios from around 9:00 that morning.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Is that when you always come in to work?
Manella:
Oh, oh no. I come in all sort of hours. It's the "industry" way.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I know all about the freaks in your "industry"...)
Manella:
Still, FWIW, I was pretty busy all that day. :(
Edgeworth:
Tell us more about that.
Manella:
During the morning, I was doing... umm... an action scene run-through.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
In the Employee Area?
Manella:
That's right. It was a fight scene between the Steel Samurai and the Evil Magistrate.
Phoenix:
Was anyone else at the run-through?
Manella:
Oh, yeah. That security lady was sitting there watching the whole thing. LOL. She was cheering on Hammer, if you can believe it.
Phoenix:
(She certainly has the lungs for it...) Anyone else?
Manella:
Nope, just us four.
Manella:
It took a lot more time than I thought it would.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did it go on so long?
Manella:
Um, I'm pretty sure j00've already heard about this... But WP twisted his ankle during the run-through, see...
Phoenix:
(Oh, right, thus the limp.)
Manella:
Which of course led to me missing my lunch. ROFS!
Phoenix:
(ROFS? Rolling on the Floor... Starving?)
Manella:
I hear that everyone else ate lunch in the Employee Area...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What exactly did they have for lunch?
Manella:
T-bone steak! The assistant cooked some up.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it, there was a plate with some bones on it in the Employee Area.)
Edgeworth:
"Everyone else" meaning that the witness did not eat with them.
Manella:
But I had a meeting in the Studio Two trailer, so I ended up skipping lunch.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, in the end, you didn't get to eat?
Manella:
Yeah. No steak, at least! Can j00 believe it?
Phoenix:
That must have been tough.
Mia:
Phoenix.
Phoenix:
Yeah?
Mia:
Doesn't something about that seem odd to you?
Not at all
Phoenix:
Well, no, not really. Seems pretty straightforward.
Mia:
Oh. Perhaps I was wrong, then.
It's a little vague
Phoenix:
Actually, there is something bothering me. Mr. Manella, just now you said "steak, at least." So you ate something other than steak?
Manella:
Yeah, good call! I had some chocolate in my pocket, which I used to stave off starvation!
Phoenix:
I see... (Is that all? I was sure I was on to something there.)
It's contradictory
Phoenix:
Yeah, it does seem odd, now that you mention it. Mr. Manella!
Manella:
H-hmm? W-what do j00 mean? *sweats*
Phoenix:
When I went to that trailer, I saw something on the table. There were two plates on the table--the same kind of plates as in the Employee Area. Who ate lunch there?
Manella:
M-mmpf! No, er, ah, um, eh heh. Good call! *sweats* I, er, I was embarrassed so I didn't mention it... But I did eat, after all.
Phoenix:
A t-bone steak, you mean?
Manella:
Yeah, well, I mean the assistant went through all that trouble... I brought it to the trailer thinking I could eat it later.
Phoenix:
(Clearly a man who likes to eat. I'd suspected as much...) So, when exactly did you eat it?
Manella:
We took one break during that meeting. I, er, wolfed it down then. *drool*
Phoenix:
(A mental image I will carry with me to my grave... Wait a second...! If they took a break in that meeting, that contradicts his testimony! I'll press on that one a bit more...)
Manella:
We were in the meeting until around 4:00...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What were you discussing?
Manella:
The Steel Samurai story, and our budget. Get this! The sponsors turn to me and say, "Mr. Manella. Those scripts of yours are not appropriate for children." Can j00 believe it!?
Phoenix:
(Actually, I kind of can.) So, nobody left the table during the whole meeting?
Manella:
During the meeting, well, I'm pretty sure no one left their chairs.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You didn't take a single break?
Manella:
Er... well... Y-yeah! Not a one! *sweats*
Phoenix:
(Hmm... what's he sweating so much about, I wonder? If only I had an idea...)
Before pressing 5th statement and selecting 'It's contradictory'
Phoenix:
(I'll wait for one to come up and hit him with it later.)
After pressing 5th statement and selecting 'It's contradictory'
Phoenix:
(Wait a second... Maybe I do have an idea!)
Press harder
Leads to:
"Wait a second!"
Leave him be
Phoenix:
(No, on second thought, I'm drawing a blank. If I press too hard in the wrong place, I'll just end up scaring him into silence. Maybe I'll just sit back and see what happens.)
Mia:
Phoenix. If his alibi holds, Powers is finished. Press him as hard as you can and find out where he's lying!
Phoenix:
R-right!
Phoenix:
Wait a second! Mr. Manella, you've just contradicted yourself! Didn't you just tell the court that you ate that t-bone steak during a break?
Manella:
Oops! ROFL!
Phoenix:
Well?
Manella:
Umm...
Judge:
Mr. Manella, what's this all about?
Manella:
W-well, yeah, I guess we did take a little break.
Mia:
Phoenix! Great job! If they took a break, one of them could have gone to the studio during that time!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I call on the witness to testify to the court about this break!
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Manella, your testimony, please.
Manella:
Urk!
Edgeworth:
Heh heh heh...
Phoenix:
(Uh oh. Edgeworth is laughing...)
Witness Testimony
-- The Break --
Manella:
Yeah, FWIW, we took a break... ROFL!
But it was only 15 minutes! 15! That's only 13 in Base 12!
Not enough time for someone to, say, commit murder in Studio One! LOL!
That's only just enough time to eat a t-bone steak, if you ask me! *steams*
Judge:
Hmm... I don't think it would even be enough time for that, but that's just me. Very well. You may begin the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Break --
Manella:
Yeah, FWIW, we took a break... ROFL!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What time exactly did you take this break?
Manella:
Hmm... I'd say it was from around 2:30 or so untl 2:45.
Phoenix:
(2:30!!! That's the time of death! So he could have gone to Studio One, killed Hammer, and come back... I guess it's possible, time-wise...)
Edgeworth:
...
Manella:
But it was only 15 minutes! 15! That's only 13 in Base 12!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What were you doing for those 15 minutes?
Manella:
Eating my t-bone steak! What else!?
Phoenix:
There were two plates on the trailer table...?
Manella:
Oh, right. The other one was Diva's... sorry, Dee Vasquez's plate.
Phoenix:
(Dee Vasquez... the producer.)
Edgeworth:
To eat a t-bone steak in 15 minutes... that's quite a feat.
Manella:
Not enough time for someone to, say, commit murder in Studio One! LOL!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why is that?
After pressing 1st statement
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Haven't we had enough of this pointless line of questioning?"
Manella:
That's only just enough time to eat a t-bone steak, if you ask me! *steams*
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I have to say, you look like a guy who gets through his meals pretty fast.
Manella:
Well, I was facing a cold, slightly chewy t-bone steak... Even I have to take my time eating that kind of food. LOL
Mia:
Well, Phoenix?
Phoenix:
That testimony was too short to wring any kind of useful information out of!
Mia:
All you have to do is prove that he was able to go to Studio One in that time!
Phoenix:
(Oh, great. Is that all...)
Edgeworth:
Haven't we had enough of this pointless line of questioning? Your Honor! The testimony to this point has made one certain fact painfully clear: The people in the trailer had nothing to do with this murder! It was impossible for any of them to go to Studio One!
Phoenix:
What!?
Edgeworth:
Something wrong, Mr. Wright? Surely you aren't suggesting one of the people in the trailer went to Studio One!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright?
Mia:
Phoenix, this is critical! Think about it before you give your answer!
Judge:
Do you claim someone from the trailer went to Studio One?
I claim it, and claim it loud
Phoenix:
(If I agree to let everyone in that trailer off the hook then the trial is over... Mr. Powers will be found guilty for sure!) The victim was murdered at 2:30, the exact time of the break in the meeting. With 15 minutes, murder is certainly a possibility!
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose you might say that...
Phoenix:
(Alright, I've got the judge thinking now!)
Edgeworth:
Tsk, tsk, tsk... Never a dull moment with you, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
What's your point, Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
You've been doing your homework, haven't you? Look at the Court Record.
Phoenix:
The Court Record...?
Edgeworth:
Surely, you knew that from 2:15 to 4:00 the path between the studios was blocked? Mrs. Monkey's head had fallen across the path!
Phoenix:
Whoa! You're right!
Edgeworth:
True, the break in the trailer meeting came right at the time of death... However! The path from there to the scene of the crime was blocked! The fallen Mrs. Monkey head barred the way!
Phoenix:
... (It's actually "Mr. Monkey," but Edgeworth has a point... And somehow, I feel no desire to correct him.)
Judge:
No counter-argument, Mr. Wright? Then I'm afraid you lose this round.
Leads to:
"I believe we have seen enough evidence."
No, it's impossible.
Phoenix:
(I don't want to write off so many possible suspects... But I can't keep claiming the impossible, either...) I agree that it was impossible for anyone in the trailer to go to the studio in that time.
Edgeworth:
Ha hah! I thought you might be thoughtlessly treading on thin ice again! But I see you had at least an inkling of the truth.
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
It's quite simple... True, the break in the trailer meeting came right at the time of death... However! The path from there to the scene of the crime was blocked! The fallen Mrs. Monkey head barred the way! At around 2:15, a strong gust of wind knocked off the studio mascot's head. Ergo! When the people in the trailer took a break at 2:30, the way to the studio was blocked. Blocked... by Mrs. Monkey's severed head!
Phoenix:
... (It's actually "Mr. Monkey," but Edgeworth has a point... And somehow, I feel no desire to correct him.)
Leads to:
"I believe we have seen enough evidence."
Edgeworth:
I believe we have seen enough evidence. I would like to relieve Mr. Manella from the stand.
Phoenix:
(Wh-what? It's over?)
Judge:
Very well. The court's opinion on this case is as follows: We have found that there were several other people in Studio 2 on the day of the murder. However, it is also clear that none of these people could have gone to Studio One. They therefore have no relation to this case. Furthermore, with regards to the photo of the Steel Samurai... Given the size of the costume, no one other than Mr. Powers could have worn it that day. All that is lacking is decisive evidence that he is the one who did it. If we had that, I'm afraid I would have to find Mr. Powers guilty.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. The prosecution is pleased to announce that we indeed have decisive evidence: a witness.
Judge:
Who is this witness, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
My witness saw the very moment when the Steel Samurai skewered the victim!
Judge:
Order! I will have order! I see. The court will take a 10 minute recess, after which we will hear your witness. Court is adjourned for recess!
October 19, 11:04 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Mia:
...
Phoenix:
What do we do now, Mia? If everyone in that trailer has an alibi...
Mia:
... I'm sorry, Phoenix. I guess I was wrong.
Phoenix:
M-Mia! Don't tell me you're giving up! If you give up, what hope do I have...?
Mia:
... Don't get me wrong. I've never given up on a trial before, not while there was a chance. Only one thing became clear in your cross-examination. The people in the trailer could not have gone to Studio One. I thought there was more to it than that... But I was wrong. That's all there is.
Will:
Umm... Er... What's going to happen to me? It kinda seems like everyone in that courtroom thinks I did it... They think I'm a murderer!
Mia:
Don't worry, Mr. Powers. If you are innocent, we will prove it. I guarantee it. Leave it to us, and... be yourself. Be strong. You are the Steel Samurai, hero to children everywhere, after all.
Will:
I... You... Thanks. *sniff*
Mia:
Okay, Phoenix. This one's for the kids! Let's do it!
October 19, 11:15 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is back in session for the trial of Mr. Will Powers.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has a concern. As our witness is a grade schooler of tender years, and this is a murder case... We worry that the defense might cause unnecessary trauma with his cruel questioning!
Phoenix:
(Nice to see Edgeworth taking the moral high ground...)
Edgeworth:
However, we have no choice. The prosecution calls Cody Hackins to the stand.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. Perhaps you could arrange a box for him to stand on?
Judge:
Oh, r-right. Guard, please bring him a box. One of those donut crates should do.
Edgeworth:
Will the witness state his name and grade in school.
Cody:
...
Edgeworth:
Witness!
Cody:
What!? Just 'cause you're all grown-up don't mean you can push me around!
Edgeworth:
Mrph...
Mia:
Cody? Answer his question, okay?
Cody:
H-hey, it's you! The nice lady! I'm Cody Hackins. I'm in 2nd grade!
Phoenix:
(I get the feeling this is going to be a long, long day...)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. Please remember that you're speaking to a child. Try to be gentle.
Edgeworth:
M-mrrrrph! Witness! Er, I mean, Cody.
Phoenix:
(He's having trouble with this "gentle" thing.)
Edgeworth:
You were present, er, you were at Global Studios on the day of the, er, incident?
Cody:
You got a problem with that!?
Edgeworth:
Please tell us what you saw that day.
Cody:
What, pops? You want me to tell you and gramps with the beard over there?
Edgeworth:
Just.. Mr. Edgeworth will be fine.
Judge:
I prefer "bearded gentleman" myself.
Phoenix:
(A very long day...)
Judge:
Incidentally, photographic equipment is strictly forbidden in this courtroom.
Edgeworth:
M-mpht! M-my apologies, Your Honor. He said he wouldn't testify if he couldn't bring it... I'd like special permission, if that's possible.
Phoenix:
Wait, so you're saying you had to bargain terms with a kid... and you LOST?
Cody:
Hey! I just got this new camera! Don't really know how to use it all that good yet! But I bring it with me wherever I go!
Mia:
Phoenix. I wonder if he had that camera on the day of the murder... You'd better make a note of it in the Court Record.
Cody's Camera added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Very well, Cody. Please testify to the court about what you saw the day of the incident.
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
Cody:
I wanted to see a Steel Samurai rehearsal, just once.
I found a map on the Internet, and went to the studios that day.
I went through the woods off the path, so that old lady wouldn't catch me.
I was going for the studio.
I got kinda lost on the way, though. For about 30 minutes.
When I came out by the studio, there was the Steel Samurai!
It totally rocked! Right before my eyes, out came the bad guy!
Of course, the Steel Samurai took him down! Pow!
If I had my camera with me, that woulda been the time for a shot, I tell you.
Cody:
Anyway, I couldn't get into the studio, so I went home.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. The defense may begin its cross-examination. And, be gentle. Remember you're talking to a child.
Cody:
...
Phoenix:
(This kid is tougher than most adults we see in here, honestly...)
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
Cody:
I wanted to see a Steel Samurai rehearsal, just once.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You really like the Steel Samurai, huh?
Cody:
Course I do! I've taped every show! And I go to all the live performances!
Phoenix:
That's impressive. Have you been to the amusement park?
Cody:
Course! Duh! My Dad always takes me!
Phoenix:
(Poor, poor Dad...)
Cody:
I found a map on the Internet, and went to the studios that day.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was that day the first time you'd been to the studio?
Cody:
Uh, actually I've been a couple of times. I never manage to get there on a rehearsal day! And that security lady's always yelling...
Edgeworth:
Right, right. Please continue.
Cody:
Chill, pops! I'm getting to it! How am I supposed to talk with you cuttin' me off all the time? Geez!
Edgeworth:
...
Cody:
I went through the woods, off the path, so that old lady wouldn't catch me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Off the path"...?
Cody:
Yeah, you know how the studios are in a valley there? If you go off the path a little, there's woods. That's where I was!
Phoenix:
I see.
Cody:
Anyhow...
Cody:
I was going for the studio.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did nothing unusual happen on your way to the studio?
Cody:
"Unusual"?
Phoenix:
Did you see this monkey by any chance?
Cody:
Oh, you mean Mr. Monkey? Yeah I saw him, but his head wasn't busted!
Edgeworth:
So you went straight to the studio?
Cody:
I got kinda lost on the way, though. For about 30 minutes.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You got lost in the woods?
Cody:
Yeah. I couldn't figure out which way I was walking. Man, was I relieved when I saw the blue studio doors. But guess what happened next!
Cody:
When I came out by the studio, there was the Steel Samurai!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The Steel Samurai?
Cody:
Yeah, he was standing by the studio gate. It looked like he was thinking about something before going in. Then he opened up the gate and went inside.
Phoenix:
I see. What then?
Cody:
It totally rocked! Right before my eyes, out came the bad guy!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What sort of "bad guy" was it?
Cody:
A guy. A person. Kinda tall. Skinny.
Phoenix:
Are you sure it was a guy?
Cody:
... I dunno. He was kinda far away.
Phoenix:
(Huh, he's being awfully vague...)
Mia:
...
Cody:
Of course, the Steel Samurai took him down! Pow!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What happened to the bad guy?
Cody:
Huh? Well... Well, he kinda didn't move. Not a bit. Like he was dead. I-I guess he's a real pro! What a great actor!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, I suppose he was.
Cody:
If I had my camera with me, that woulda been the time for a shot, I tell you.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"If" you had your camera? You mean, you weren't carrying your camera then?
Cody:
N-no, I wasn't. I-it's not like I have it all the time!
Phoenix:
(Really...?)
Present Cody's Camera
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Cody, what you just said seems, well, a little strange."
Phoenix:
(I guess seeing the killing freaked him out and he went home...)
Mia:
Phoenix. Remember, he's a child. Use gentle words... but be firm.
Phoenix:
(Easy for you to say...)
Phoenix:
Cody, what you just said seems, well, a little strange. Didn't you say before that you always bring your digital camera wherever you go? You were quite clear about that.
Cody:
Huh!?
Phoenix:
Cody, you shouldn't lie here. You understand that, right?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! A word with you...
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... was I putting the pressure on too much?)
Judge:
What is this "digital" camera contraption you're talking about?
Phoenix:
It's umm... a digital camera, Your Honor. It's kind of a new sort of camera. (How do I explain that!?)
Judge:
I see.
Phoenix:
Anyway, Cody... I can't believe you wouldn't bring your camera on a trip to the studios! You did bring it, didn't you?
Cody:
Umm...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright! How cruel you are, to terrorize a poor child so!
Phoenix:
I don't care if he's a child or a prosecuting attorney! No one should lie in court!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean "or a prosecuting attorney"!?
Phoenix:
Well, Cody?
Cody:
Wh-what! Yeah, so I had my camera. So what!? You got a problem with that!?
Judge:
So, you did have a camera? And did you use this camera?
Cody:
W-why would I use it? I... I was too busy watching.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Please testify to the court about what you were so busy watching.
Witness Testimony
-- What I saw --
Cody:
Y-yeah, I had my camera with me.
But I was glued to the action! I couldn't take my eyes off it!
The Steel Samurai, he goes for the bad guy... wham!
Then... then the bad guy stopped moving!
He's so strong! The Steel Samurai rules!
Judge:
Hmm... Ah? Is that all? Well, that was brief. Mr. Wright, your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- What I saw --
Cody:
Y-yeah, I had my camera with me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, why didn't you use it?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
He's getting to that! Relax and listen.
Cody:
Umm... I didn't use it 'cause I was too busy watching the real thing!
Cody:
But I was glued to the action! I couldn't take my eyes off it!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you were watching the Steel Samurai. Did you watch the whole fight?
Cody:
Y-yeah, of course!
Phoenix:
You didn't turn away, not even once?
Cody:
N... no!
Phoenix:
Okay, then tell us exactly what happened.
Cody:
Y-yeah! I'm getting to that!
Cody:
The Steel Samurai, he goes for the bad guy... wham!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So the bad guy attacked him first?
Cody:
Yeah!
Phoenix:
What sort of person was this "bad guy"?
Cody:
I told you, a person. He was a person.
Phoenix:
How was he dressed?
Cody:
... I kinda don't remember. I was too busy watching the Steel Samurai!
Edgeworth:
I see. And what happened next?
Cody:
Then... then the bad guy stopped moving!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why?
Cody:
Huh? Whaddya mean, "why"?
Phoenix:
Why wasn't the bad guy moving?
Cody:
W-well 'cause the Steel Samurai brought him to justice!
Phoenix:
And how exactly did he do that?
Cody:
H-how did he do it? With a Samurai Kick! And a Samurai Punch! Samurai Chop! ... Samurai Slap! S-something like that.
Phoenix:
(He's still being vague about this...)
Cody:
What! Don't give me that look, pops!
Phoenix:
(How should I play this?)
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(Yeah... If I press too hard now, the judge might keep me from continuing. I'll sit back and see how the rest of this goes.)
Press him harder
Leads to:
"Cody."
Cody:
He's so strong! The Steel Samurai rules!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What did you do after the bad guy fell, Cody?
Cody:
... Um, actually... The fight was so... so intense that I got kinda scared. So I went straight home.
Phoenix:
(Something isn't adding up here...)
Phoenix:
(Something about his account doesn't seem right...)
Mia:
Phoenix. It doesn't seem right because he's being deliberately vague! Press him on the facts, Phoenix! Find out what he saw!
Phoenix:
Cody.
Cody:
Wh-what!?
Phoenix:
Something's bothering me. Before you said that you "couldn't take your eyes off" the action.
Cody:
Y-yeah? So what?
Phoenix:
Yet you missed the most important part!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What is the meaning of this? The witness has stated what he saw quite clearly...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
You know as well as I do that he's being vague! Tell me, what kind of murderer uses a "Samurai Slap"!?
Edgeworth:
M-mmph!
Phoenix:
My point is this: Cody, you may have seen some of the Steel Samurai's fight... But you missed the most important part: the killing blow!
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. Wright! How could this be? Can you explain how he might have missed something so vital?
Phoenix:
Um, well... er, that's the thing...
Mia:
Phoenix! I believe you're on the right track with this! Think: why didn't Cody see the climax of the fight? I know you! You can figure this out!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, your answer! We have ascertained that this young boy is a great fan of the Steel Samurai... Why wouldn't he watch the climax of the fight?
He couldn't watch it
Phoenix:
Because he couldn't watch it! How could he calmly watch a murder taking place at his age!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Just a moment, please... One thing has become quite clear in this boy's testimony. He did not believe he was witnessing a murder! He was watching the Steel Samurai fight, like on TV. The more real the fight, the more he would have watched!
Phoenix:
Umm... huh.
Judge:
I have to agree with Mr. Edgeworth. Well, Mr. Wright. Do you have another explanation?
Leads back to:
"We have ascertained that this young boy is a great fan of the Steel Samurai..."
He was watching something else
Phoenix:
He missed the climax of the fight... because he was looking at something else! Probably!
Edgeworth:
"Probably"?
Judge:
"Something else"?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, explain yourself! What could possibly distract this boy from seeing his idol, the Steel Samurai, fight!? What do you claim he was looking at?
Phoenix:
O-ooof! (C'mon, think of something... think of something... Nothing.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Please refrain from making baseless claims!
Phoenix:
Y-yes... Sorry, Your Honor.
Judge:
Do you have another explanation for this?
Leads back to:
"We have ascertained that this young boy is a great fan of the Steel Samurai..."
Show evidence
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I have evidence."
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I have evidence.
Judge:
"Evidence"...?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. Why did Cody look away from the fight?
Present Cody's Camera
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here's my proof!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here's my proof!
Judge:
Proof?
Phoenix:
Um, uh... Can I... do that again? (This doesn't prove anything...!)
Edgeworth:
Hah! Lost your nerve, have you?
Judge:
Very well... I'll ask you the question again.
Leads back to:
"We have ascertained that this young boy is a great fan of the Steel Samurai..."
Phoenix:
Here's my proof!
Judge:
What's that? The camera...?
Phoenix:
The witness stated that he recently received this camera.
Judge:
Yes, I'm aware of that.
Phoenix:
He wasn't entirely familiar with its operation.
Judge:
I'm aware of that, too. Ah!
Phoenix:
Correct! Why would Cody be looking somewhere else at the critical moment? Because he was looking at his camera! He was trying to take a picture!
Cody:
Hey!
Phoenix:
Bullseye!
Cody:
W-what's your problem, pops! You got a thing for picking on little kids!?
Phoenix:
(Pressing, not picking...)
Mia:
Good job, Phoenix! Cody was lying, clearly. Smart of you to realize there was no way he could just stand there, watching his hero... and not take a picture!
Phoenix:
Right! Cody? There was only one reason why you would have looked away from the fight. And that was because you wanted to take a picture. But having just received your camera, you weren't used to using it yet! So, you missed the climax of the fight. Correct?
Cody:
... ... ... Yeah.
Mia:
Well, Phoenix. I'll bet you anything he's hiding more than that. Have him testify again!
Phoenix:
R-right. (Mia means business!) Your Honor. The defense would like to request that Cody Hackins testify once more.
Judge:
V-very well. Cody? Could you please tell us about your camera... And about why you didn't take a picture of the fight?
Cody:
Umm...
Phoenix:
(Welcome to the real world, kid!)
Witness Testimony
-- No Photo? --
Cody:
Yeah, you're right, pops.
The Steel Samurai had just escaped from the clutches of the villain.
So I held up my camera to take a picture!
But the lens wouldn't open in time, so I missed it.
Th-that's all that happened. Yup.
Judge:
Hmm... Anything strange in that testimony, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure... But I'd like to proceed with the cross-examination anyway.
Cross Examination
-- No Photo? --
Cody:
Yeah, you're right, pops.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Pops"...?
Cody:
Yeah, I called you "pops," you spiky-haired geezer!
Phoenix:
G-geezer...?
Edgeworth:
I'm "Mr. Edgeworth."
Judge:
And I guess I'm the "bearded gentleman"...
Cody:
That's what I hate about grown-ups. You're all so self-conscious!
Phoenix:
Okay, off with the kid gloves! Testify, witness, testify!
Cody:
Yipes!
Cody:
The Steel Samurai had just escaped from the clutches of the villain.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you did see the beginning of the fight?
Cody:
Yeah.
Phoenix:
Did you notice anything unusual?
Cody:
Umm... well... uh... I guess the Steel Samurai was moving a little strange...
Phoenix:
(Moving... strangely?)
Cody:
So I held up my camera to take a picture!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why couldn't you take a picture?
Cody:
My new camera has too many buttons. I couldn't figure it out. I tried to take a picture, I really tried.
Cody:
But the lens wouldn't open in time, so I missed it.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
When the lens opened, what did you see?
Cody:
Uh... well, a person on the ground. And the Steel Samurai!
Cody:
Th-that's all that happened. Yup.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
That's all?
Cody:
Y-yeah! I told you, I didn't take a picture!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I would have, once I got that lens open... Did he really not take a picture? Not even one?)
Press him hard
Phoenix:
(Nah, he definitely would have taken a picture. There's got to be something here I can use!) Cody! Listen up, Cody Hackins. I know exactly what happened that day. You took a picture!
Cody:
... Hey!
Phoenix:
(Bullseye...?)
Cody:
H-how did you know!?
Phoenix:
I see through all your lies Cody Hackins. It's one of my powers!
Cody:
W-wow!
Phoenix:
(This feels great!)
Cody:
Y-yeah... Yeah, I took a picture.
Judge:
Perhaps you can change your testimony to reflect this, Cody?
Change statement:
"Th-that's all that happened. Yup." to "I took a few shots, but it was too late, so I erased 'em."
Let it slide
Phoenix:
(He looks ready to burst into tears... I'd better lay off him for now.)
Cody:
I took a few shots, but it was too late, so I erased 'em.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You "erased" them?
Cody:
Y-yeah!
Phoenix:
Why would you erase a picture of your beloved Steel Samurai, victorious?
Cody:
Well... y'know. W-why would I want to keep a picture like that?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... he's becoming less and less cooperative. I better find a clear contradiction soon... or some solid evidence.)
Present "Path to Glory"
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Cody!"
Phoenix:
(How can I pick holes in such a short testimony?)
Mia:
There has to be something. Dig up the dirt, Phoenix! Find out what this kid's all about!
Phoenix:
Cody!
Cody:
Wh-wh-what!? Man, every time you say "Cody" you follow it with something bad.
Phoenix:
I just wanted to thank you for giving me this the other day.
Cody:
Huh? O-oh... right.
Phoenix:
What was it you told me then?
Cody:
I go to every live performance! I always take a picture when the Steel Samurai lands the final blow! Whizzam! I got 'em all! I never missed one! A perfect collection!
Phoenix:
Cody. Did you really get a picture of the Steel Samurai standing victorious over his foe? If you did, I find it hard to believe that you would just erase it! Wouldn't you keep it for your album?
Cody:
Ah!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... What exactly is this album?
Phoenix:
It's called "Path to Glory." It's a collection of pictures of the Steel Samurai, all taken by Cody Hackins. He claims it's a perfect collection of every battle the Steel Samurai has won!
Judge:
I... I see.
Phoenix:
Don't you find this very odd, Your Honor? Among all his pictures of the Steel Samurai, none were taken that day!
Judge:
Order! Mr. Wright. Have you an explanation? If the Steel Samurai had just defeated his adversary... I certainly would expect to see a picture of it in this album...
Phoenix:
Exactly my point, Your Honor! ... ... .........! (No... wait... no way!)
Mia:
Phoenix? I think we've finally discovered the truth. And what a truth it is!
Phoenix:
M-Mia... are we sure about this? Did he actually...?
Mia:
Yes. I'm pretty sure what you're thinking is right. Tell them, Phoenix. Tell them what the truth is.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Please explain to the court what is going on here! Why was there no picture in the album from the day of the murder? Why would the boy have erased the photos he took?
The photos were blurry
Phoenix:
I believe that Cody Hackins is what we call an "artiste."
Judge:
An... "artiste"...?
Phoenix:
He didn't like the photos he had taken! They were blurry, or maybe his framing was off... Anyway, for some reason, he erased the data!
Judge:
Is that right, Cody?
Cody:
Wh-what do you mean "framing was off"!?
Judge:
It seems the only thing "off" is your guesswork, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Um, uh... Yes, well, I'm sure the reall reason is...
Judge:
Yes? The real reason is?
Leads back to:
"Why was there no picture in the album from the day of the murder?"
He erased them by mistake
Phoenix:
Simple, Your Honor. Cody wasn't used to using his new camera. He erased those photos he took by mistake!
Mia:
W-wait a second, Phoenix. If that's your answer, we're back where we started!
Phoenix:
Huh? You mean, that wasn't it?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! If you have something to say to the court, speak up!
Phoenix:
Um, well... S-sorry, Your Honor. Can I change my answer?
Judge:
Hmm... *sigh*
Leads back to:
"Why was there no picture in the album from the day of the murder?"
The Steel Samurai didn't win
Leads to:
"I can think of only one reason, your honor."
Phoenix:
I can think of only one reason, your honor. The Steel Samurai didn't win! That's why Cody deleted those photos.
Judge:
You mean the Steel Samurai... lost?
Phoenix:
Well, Cody? I'm right, aren't I? Tell the truth. The bad guy defeated the Steel Samurai!
Cody:
N-n-n-no way! No! I-it's impossible! Th-the Steel Samurai never loses! He never loses to anyone! Ever!
Phoenix:
Your Honor... The witness has revealed everything with his words. There was a reason why he lied and told us he didn't take a picture. The same reason he erased his precious photos! For Cody, it was inconceivable that the Steel Samurai could be defeated. However, Cody witnessed the impossible! He saw the Steel Samurai lose! Yet to admit what he saw would destroy everything he believed in! That's why he lied and said the Steel Samurai won. He couldn't handle the truth!
Judge:
O-Order! I will have order! W-witness! I mean, Cody! Is this true!? W-what did you see? Tell the court what you saw!
Cody:
I...... Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
Phoenix:
Cody... That day, you saw the Steel Samurai lose a fight. Right?
Cody:
Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! Okay okay! Y-you're right! Th-the Steel Samurai f-fell down... Th-then he didn't m-move... Waaaaaaaaah!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Edgeworth:
What kind of stunt are you trying to pull, Wright!? The Steel Samurai was the murderer, not the victim!
Phoenix:
Yet according to your witness's testimony, the Steel Samurai was the one who fell!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What's going on?
Phoenix:
Apparently, we have all made a serious error.
Edgeworth:
An... error? What's this all about!?
Hammer was the victim
Phoenix:
Quite simply, the victim was Jack Hammer!
Judge:
...
Edgeworth:
...
...
Judge:
Umm... Mr. Wright? We all know that.
Phoenix:
Right.
Judge:
Perhaps you'd like to reconsider your last statement?
Phoenix:
... I'm sorry. It was I who was wrong.
Edgeworth:
Okay, Wright! First you're right, now you're wrong!? Which is it!?
Phoenix:
L-look, I'm sure there's something we're overlooking!
Edgeworth:
If you're so sure, then tell us what it is!
Leads back to:
"What's this all about!?"
Steel Samurai was the victim
Leads to:
"If you understand what really happened, it's actually quite simple."
There was no victim
Phoenix:
There was no victim in this case!
Judge:
Wh-wh-what!? Has the defense taken leave of its senses!?
Phoenix:
Of course, Jack Hammer died. But the Steel Samurai fell too! It was a draw!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
... Sorry. I was too shocked to say anything for a bit there. Listen, Wright! Only one person died in this incident, and that is Jack Hammer! Yet now you claim there "was no victim"? Are you insane?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, he's pulling out all the stops now.) ... I'm sorry. It was I who was wrong.
Edgeworth:
Okay, Wright! First you're right, now you're wrong!? Which is it!?
Phoenix:
L-look, I'm sure there's something we're overlooking!
Edgeworth:
If you're so sure, then tell us what it is!
Leads back to:
"What's this all about!?"
Phoenix:
If you understand what really happened, it's actually quite simple. At the end of the fight, the Steel Samurai fell to the ground, and lay still. In other words, the Steel Samurai was not the killer, he was the victim! Don't you see? Jack Hammer was the Steel Samurai!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! So, the Steel Samurai in this photograph... You're saying the man in this costume was the victim, Mr. Jack Hammer?
Phoenix:
That's what I'm saying, Your Honor. Jack Hammer was present at the action scene run-through that morning. Thus, he obviously knew about Will Powers's foot injury.
Judge:
B-but wait! Hadn't Mr. Hammer gone to Studio One already?
Phoenix:
That's what everyone thought! But remember what Ms. Oldbag said in her testimony?
Oldbag:
On the day of the murder, I arrived at the guard station at 1:00 PM. Did I see poor old Hammer? Nope. He'd already gone to the studio before I got back to the guard station.
Phoenix:
Mr. Jack Hammer left the Employee Area after lunch. However, no one saw him going to Studio One. Nor was there a picture of him. He waited for Mr. Powers to take a nap in his dressing room. Then he snuck into the dressing room and stole the Steel Samurai costume.
Judge:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
But why would the victim do such a thing?
Phoenix:
I... don't know.
Cody:
... I get it!
Phoenix:
?
Cody:
I thought that the Steel Samurai was moving strange. So it was a different person inside the suit! Pops!
Phoenix:
Huh, me? What?
Cody:
Actually, there was one piece of data I saved.
Phoenix:
Data?
Cody:
Yeah, a photo on my digital camera!
Phoenix:
! W-what!?
Edgeworth:
Show us, quick!
Cody:
No way man, not if you're gonna look at me like that!
Judge:
Now!
Cody:
*sniff* Here... This is it.
Judge:
... Well, looking at this it's still a little hard to say. I'm afraid that it could be anyone in that costume. Your opinion, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I agree, Your Honor. This isn't decisive evidence.
Judge:
I'm sorry, this doesn't look like it's the proof we need. I'll give it back.
Mia:
Wait, Phoenix!
Phoenix:
Mia? What?
Mia:
Look at that photo once more! That's it Phoenix! That photo is all the evidence you need to win this trial!
Phoenix:
Wh-what!? Y-Your Honor! May I see that photo once more please?
Judge:
C-certainly. I don't see why not.
Mia:
Phoenix! Show him! There's a glaring, decisive inconsistency with the facts as we know them in that photo!
Phoenix:
(Find the inconsistency in the photo!)
Present Number "2" sign
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Your Honor! Look at this!"
Present Steel Samurai
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It's right here!
Judge:
The Steel Samurai...?
Phoenix:
Yes, that's about the only thing in this picture that could be inconsistent. The Steel Samurai is inconsistent with... something.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Wright! This is no time for daydreaming and pointless pontification! Think about your client, and us, who are forced to listen to your rambling!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please rethink your position.
Leads back to:
"(Find the inconsistency in the photo!)"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
I think it's here.
Judge:
You seem to be lacking even more confidence than usual.
Phoenix:
I suppose that's because I'm not confident about it at all.
Judge:
Maybe you want to rethink your case, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, please, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"(Find the inconsistency in the photo!)"
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Look at this!
Judge:
I see... a gate?
Phoenix:
Might I draw your attention to the number on that gate?
Judge:
The number? Ah yes. Well, it's hard to see, but it looks like a "2."
Phoenix:
Clearly not a "1," Your Honor, correct?
Edgeworth:
Aaaaaah!
Phoenix:
I believe Mr. Edgeworth sees what I'm getting at.
Edgeworth:
B-but... Th-that's impossible!
Judge:
Hmm? Eh? What's this all about? Please explain so that I might be shocked along with the rest of the court.
Phoenix:
I'll use the studio guidemap. The body was found here, in Studio One. However, what do we see in this photo taken at the time of the murder? It does NOT say "1" on that gate in the photo. Your Honor! Here is the true scene of the crime! (Show the judge where the murder took place!)
Present Studio Two
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Here, at Studio Two."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It was here!
Judge:
What does that have to do with the number on the gate in the photograph...?
Phoenix:
Umm... well... Sorry, Your Honor, I guess I hadn't thought it that far through yet.
Judge:
Think it through before you point at the map this time, Mr. Wright! Once again! Where is he scene of this crime?
Leads back to:
"(Show the judge where the murder took place!)"
Phoenix:
Here, at Studio Two.
Judge:
I see! That would explain the "2" on the gate in the photo.
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I find it very significant that the murder took place in Studio Two!
The trailer is there
Phoenix:
As you may recall, there is a trailer in Studio Two. Now, on that day, a meeting was held in that very trailer. There was a break in the meeting corresponding to the time of death. During that break, Mr. Sal Manella and Ms. Dee Vasquez were outside, eating steak. They were at the scene of the crime! The path to the trailer was blocked!
Judge:
So we have heard.
Phoenix:
The path was blocked at 2:15... In other words, the victim went to Studio Two before that time!
Judge:
Yes... yes, I suppose that would be the case.
Phoenix:
Remember Mr. Sal Manella's testimony? Allow me to remind the court: He said no one in the trailer was guilty because they could not have gone to Studio One. Yet, in actuality, the reverse was true! Only someone in the trailer could have committed this murder! They were the only ones with access to the scene of the crime: Studio Two!
Leads to:
"O-order! Order!"
The path was blocked
Phoenix:
The path to the trailer was blocked!
Judge:
So we have heard.
Phoenix:
The path was blocked at 2:15... In other words, the victim went to Studio Two before that time!
Judge:
Yes... yes, I suppose that would be the case.
Phoenix:
Remember Mr. Sal Manella's testimony? Allow me to remind the court: He said no one in the trailer was guilty because they could not have gone to Studio One. Yet, in actuality, the reverse was true! Only someone in the trailer could have committed this murder! They were the only ones with access to the scene of the crime: Studio Two! As you may recall, there is a trailer in Studio Two. Now, on that day, a meeting was held in that very trailer. There was a break in the meeting corresponding to the time of death. During that break, Mr. Sal Manella and Ms. Dee Vasquez were outside, eating steak. They were at the scene of the crime!
Leads to:
"O-order! Order!"
No filming is done there
Phoenix:
Studio Two is no longer being used for filming!
Judge:
I see... And this is significant... why?
Phoenix:
(Good question! I really should think these things through more.)
Judge:
Would you like to take another stab at it? So to speak?
Phoenix:
S-stabbing away, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"Your Honor, I find it very significant that the murder took place in Studio Two!"
Judge:
O-order! Order!
Phoenix:
The defense makes the following claims: The scene of the crime was Studio Two! The person that the security guard, Ms. Oldbag saw was the victim, Mr. Jack Hammer! Mr. Hammer, for some reason, stole a Steel Samurai costume. Then he went to Studio Two!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This is madness! Jack Hammer is the victim! The victim! Why would he steal a Steel Samurai costume!? Are you suggesting he did so to cover up the details of his own murder!?
Phoenix:
W-well, no, of course not...
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Or do you have proof!? Give me proof that the victim, Jack Hammer, stole the costume!
I have proof
Phoenix:
I have proof!
Edgeworth:
Y-you do!?
Judge:
You do, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Now that they're so surprised suddenly I'm much less confident... I think I'm right, though!)
Leads to:
"Here's my proof that Jack Hammer stole the costume!"
I don't have proof
Phoenix:
(Proof? Uh oh... I'm pretty sure I don't have anything like that...)
Mia:
Phoenix. Even if you're not 100% sure about this, you have to try. And I think you've got proof that's good enough to win them over! Just go for it! All or nothing!
Phoenix:
Your Honor...
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Actually... I do have proof.
Leads to:
"Here's my proof that Jack Hammer stole the costume!"
Phoenix:
Here's my proof that Jack Hammer stole the costume!
Present Empty Bottle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is it."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(Wait, no, that can't be right... I've got to have some proof that will knock their socks off...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! We don't have all the time in the world, here.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"Here's my proof that Jack Hammer stole the costume!"
Phoenix:
This is it.
Judge:
An empty... medicine bottle?
Phoenix:
I found this on the table in the Employee Area. The same table where Mr. Hammer and Mr. Powers ate. The label reads "sleeping pills."
Judge:
"Sleeping pills"...?
Phoenix:
The defendant, Mr. Powers, spent that entire afternoon sleeping. He was drugged... by Mr. Hammer!
Judge:
Wait a moment... That bottle does raise some suspicions, yes. But there is no proof that Mr. Hammer used it.
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I have an idea.
Test Powers's blood
Judge:
An... idea? Continue.
Phoenix:
Run a test of Powers's blood. You should find traces of the sleeping pills.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This much time after the day of the murder!? Even if there were traces it still proves nothing! No blood test could tell that Hammer was the one who drugged him, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(He's right. Darn. That didn't work. Time to try another idea.)
Leads back to:
"Your Honor, I have an idea."
Fingerprint the bottle
Leads to:
"An... idea? Very well, let's hear it."
Examine Hammer's body
Judge:
An idea, Mr. Wright? And that would be?
Phoenix:
Er... we should examine Mr. Hammer's body.
Judge:
Mr. Hammer...? I thought that it was Mr. Powers who was made to take the sleeping pills?
Phoenix:
I-indeed it was, Your Honor. (Wrong again...)
Leads back to:
"Your Honor, I have an idea."
Judge:
An... idea? Very well, let's hear it.
Phoenix:
I want to check this bottle for fingerprints! If my claim is true, Mr. Hammer's fingerprints should show up on this bottle!
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Judge:
I suppose you're right. Very well. The court will take possession of the bottle.
Empty Bottle given to the judge.
Judge:
This court will suspend proceedings on the current trial for today. Cody Hackin's [sic] testimony has revealed new possibilities in this case. In fact, things may have happened very differently than we previously thought. The Steel Samurai seen by Ms. Oldbag may have been the victim, Jack Hammer. The scene of the crime was not Studio One, but Studio Two. And those in the trailer did have time to commit murder. Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Your homework is to find the answer to the following question: Why would Mr. Hammer steal the Steel Samurai costume? Also, who killed him, and why? Find the answers for me by tomorrow.
Phoenix:
(That's a lot of homework!)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Mm?
Judge:
You will need to reconsider your stance in this case. Above all, you will need to reconsider your suspicion of Mr. Will Powers.
Edgeworth:
As you say, Your Honor.
Judge:
This trial will be extended until tomorrow. This is the last extension! Very well... Court is adjourned!
October 19, 2:47 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Phoenix:
Whew! That was a close one!
Mia:
We were saved by a hair, but that's all that counts. I thought seriously about going home about three times during the trial.
Phoenix:
M-me too!
Will:
Really? You both seemed so... so confident!
Phoenix:
Hah! Maybe I should take up a career in acting? I was ready to pronounce you dead about three times back there.
Mia:
Me too!
Will:
D-dead!?
Mia:
Hoh hoh. Of course, we're kidding.
Will:
Are you sure?
Phoenix:
(I wasn't kidding...) Now, Mr. Powers. We have to go make our final investigation. But I promise you, we'll find the true killer by tomorrow's trial!
Will:
R-right! Thanks! *sniff*
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court see no reason to further prolong the trial.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh...)
Judge:
This court finds the defendant, Mr. Will Powers...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Turnabout Samurai
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
October 19, 3:27 PMWright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
That was a close one, huh, Mia?
Maya:
Really? Too bad, I'm sorry I missed it.
Phoenix:
? M-Maya!
Maya:
So, what happened?
Phoenix:
Well, I think I've got a pretty good idea who did it. Now all I need is a motive... and proof.
Maya:
Wow! Good going, Nick!
Phoenix:
Under the "initial trial" system, tomorrow is the last day we have.
Maya:
"Initial trial"...? What's that?
Phoenix:
That's the new court system they introduced two or three years ago. They had so many cases in the system, they decided to speed the whole process up.
Maya:
So, under that system, trials have to end in three days?
Phoenix:
Yeah, pretty much. Well, we've no time to waste!
Talk
The Steel Samurai
Phoenix:
I don't get it, Maya. Why would Mr. Hammer steal the Steel Samurai costume?
Maya:
What!? You mean Mr. Hammer was wearing the costume!?
Phoenix:
Yeah!
Maya:
B-but Mr. Hammer was the victim, Nick! Why would he go through the trouble of stealing it?
Phoenix:
That's what we have to find out.
The director's alibi
Maya:
What happened with the director's testimony?
Phoenix:
Well, it's pretty clear that the producer and the director were both in the trailer.
Maya:
Huh...
Phoenix:
Which means that the killer has to be one of them!
Maya:
Really!? Why?
Phoenix:
Because the real scene of the crime was Studio Two... where that trailer is!
Maya:
Whaaaat!?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... was Maya always this excitable?)
Any ideas
Phoenix:
Well, have you noticed anything that might help us?
Maya:
I can't see what's going on when Mia is here... So, no. I haven't noticed anything.
Phoenix:
Right...
Maya:
Maybe we should go talk to WP?
Phoenix:
(WP... Powers... right.)
Present
Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
(Who would have thought that it was Jack Hammer inside! But why did he steal it? That's what I have to figure out.)
Maya:
...?
Samurai Spear
Maya:
I wish I had my own Samurai Spear! Just think, I could poke you as much as I wanted!
Phoenix:
Me!? Why me!?
"Path to Glory"
Phoenix:
What do you think about this? It's that fanboy's prized possession.
Maya:
Wow! Impressive! ... It's a little different from the Steel Samurai on TV...
Phoenix:
These are mostly taken at those PR shows they do at stores and fairs... I'm pretty sure it's not even Will Powers inside that suit.
Maya:
No true fan would be satisfied with anything less than the real thing! He's still a child, I suppose... I guess it takes an adult to appreciate the real deal. Right, Nick?
Phoenix:
Um, yeah, whatever you say.
Cody's Camera
Phoenix:
This is Cody's--
Maya:
Hey! A digital camera! I'm impressed a kid like him would have something this expensive. Kids these days!
Phoenix:
(I don't imagine spirit mediums-in-training get a lot of toys...)
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
October 19
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
October 19
Global Studios
Main Gate
October 19Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Will:
Mr. Wright! You did very well again today... thank you!
Phoenix:
Oh... thanks. Um, could you not look like you're about to burst into tears...?
Maya:
Wow, Nick! You must have really wowed 'em in there.
Phoenix:
You could stop looking so... vulnerable, too.
Maya:
Hey, WP! Only one day left! Let's make it count!
Will:
Yes... Though there's not really anything I can do to help.
Maya:
Hah hah hah! I'm not really sure what I can do, either.
Phoenix:
Please... this is no laughing matter.
Present
Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Here's that picture again.
Will:
I-is that really Jack Hammer inside that suit?
Phoenix:
He's the only one who it could have been.
Will:
But why would he...?
Maya:
Yeah! Why?
Phoenix:
You're the medium! Why don't you summon up Mr. Hammer's spirit and ask him yourself?
Maya:
*sigh* Gimme about three more years.
Phoenix:
(Look at us, the two novices.)
"Path to Glory"
Phoenix:
Have you seen this, Mr. Powers?
Will:
W-what's that!? I've never seen these Steel Samurais in my life...
Phoenix:
These are the Steel Samurais that appear at live shows. A fanboy collected all these pictures himself.
Will:
... Seeing things like this really makes me think... I mean so much to these kids, you know? *sniff*
Anything else
Will:
E-excuse me. Thank you for showing me that, whatever it is. I wish I could think of some way for me to help you... S-sorry. *sniff*
October 19Global StudiosMain Gate
Oldbag:
... ... ...
Maya:
The old windbag sure is quiet today.
Oldbag:
...
Maya:
You know, this place is really... peaceful, like this.
Oldbag:
...
Maya:
Nick? I think her guard's down...
Phoenix:
Y-yeah?
Maya:
I bet we could even eat those donuts in the guard station... if we wanted.
Oldbag:
... You eat, you die.
Maya:
Whew! She's alive!
Talk
Producer Vasquez
Phoenix:
Um, I was wondering about Dee Vasquez, the producer.
Oldbag:
Oh, the studio bigwigs LOVE her. So she always gets her way.
Phoenix:
(She seems bitter...)
Maya:
Do you... not like the producer?
Oldbag:
Look, the studio people don't want me talking about her, so, sorry.
Director Manella
Phoenix:
Can I ask you about Sal Manella, the director?
Oldbag:
Sal? He's soft--a pushover. Does whatever Vasquez tells him to. She treats him like dirt, but I think he likes it.
Maya:
Huh? Why would anyone like being treated like dirt? That doesn't make any sense, does it, Nick?
Phoenix:
Er... No, no it doesn't, Maya.
Mr. Hammer
Phoenix:
About Mr. Hammer...
Oldbag:
Arrgh! I heard about what you said today! Cheeky whippersnapper! Poor old Hammer! You'd drag his star down from the sky and stomp on it! Calling him a criminal! A thief! I-I-I-I... I won't forget this!!!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, she's really pissed this time!)
Oldbag:
You listen to me, whippersnapper! My poor old Hammer would never do such a thing! Why would he steal Powers's costume so he could sneak by me? He would never stoop so low! It's impossible!
Present
Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Um, Ms. Oldbag?
Oldbag:
What!? Get that filth out of my sight! And you're claiming that's poor old Hammer in there!? And I thought you were such an innocent youth... Bah!
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um, Ms. Oldbag? What do you think of this?
Oldbag:
Think? I'm not in the mood for thinking, thank you very much.
Move
Outside Studio One
Leads to:
October 19
Studio One Entrance
Employee Area
Leads to:
October 19
Global Studios
Employee Area
October 19Studio One Entrance
Maya:
Think back, Nick, to the day of the murder... Mr. Hammer put on the Steel Samurai costume. Then he left from here to go to Studio Two...?
Phoenix:
Right.
Maya:
But why? I wonder if someone called him...? Like the director, or the producer...?
Examine
Left path
Phoenix:
Studio Two is down that way. Studio Two... the real scene of the crime.
Maya:
Say, Nick, how did you figure that out again?
Phoenix:
Well... ... Actually, it's a long story, I'll tell you another time.
Maya:
Aww.
Mr. Monkey
Phoenix:
The mascot of Global Studios. Apparently its name is "Mr. Monkey."
Security camera
Phoenix:
This security camera takes photos of everyone who comes through the gate. It doesn't seem to be switched on today.
Studio One entrance
Phoenix:
The entrance to Studio One. This is the studio where they found Jack Hammer's body. I don't have that cardkey anymore, so I can't go in there today.
WELCOME sign
Maya:
It says "Welcome."
Phoenix:
They let people in here when they're not filming, right?
Maya:
Nick! Let's come here some day! Whaddya say?
Phoenix:
Sure, if Ms. Oldbag lets us in.
Move
Outside Studio Two
Leads to:
October 19
Studio Two Entrance
October 19Studio Two Entrance
Maya:
Hey, Nick... It's Ms. Vasquez! Hello?
Vasquez:
...
Maya:
H-E-L-L-O!
Vasquez:
...
Maya:
H!E!L!L!O!
Phoenix:
M-Maya! You should at least try to be polite...
Vasquez:
... I'm watching the clouds. ...
Phoenix:
(That's all she had to say, apparently...)
Examine (left side)
Lunch table
Phoenix:
This is where Sal Manella and Dee Vasquez ate. There's nothing left on the plates.
Maya:
Hey, so they ate t-bone steaks too. ...
Phoenix:
Something wrong?
Maya:
I don't know... I'm getting this funny feeling. Something about this just feels... odd, you know?
Phoenix:
Can't say that I do...
Number "2" sign
Phoenix:
There's a big "2" painted here. So this is the number in Cody's photograph. And to think, if he hadn't brought that photograph in...
Maya:
Don't get all teary eyed yet.
Examine (right side)
Flower garden
Phoenix:
There're some flowers here.
Maya:
Wow, so pretty! They're taking good care of these.
Phoenix:
Don't get too close. That fence looks dangerous.
Trailer door
Phoenix:
The trailer door. It's locked.
Talk
Mr. Hammer
Maya:
Um, excuse me? Mr. Hammer came here on the day of the murder, and...
Vasquez:
Shh.
Maya:
?
Vasquez:
Perhaps you didn't hear me. I'm watching the clouds. I'm not interested in talking to you.
Maya:
Do something, Nick! She's really ticking me off!
Phoenix:
(Oh dear...)
Will Powers
Maya:
Umm... Mr. Powers wasn't the killer! You don't have to cancel the Steel Samurai!
Vasquez:
I think I'm tired of the Steel Samurai.
Maya:
You... you did it! Nick! She did it! She's the killer! My Fey blood speaks to me! I know it! I know it!
Phoenix:
(Oh dear...)
Director Manella
Phoenix:
Um, I was wondering if you could tell me about Mr. Manella?
Vasquez:
... If you must talk about that man... Perhaps you could talk about it in the trailer? By yourselves?
Phoenix:
(Oh, oh dear...)
Present
Anything
Vasquez:
...
Phoenix:
(She's not even looking.) Okay. Hey, you look.
Maya:
Wh-why are you showing that to me, Nick?
Move
Trailer
Leads to:
October 19
Studio Two Trailer
October 19Studio Two Trailer
Maya:
... Wasn't the assistant cleaning up yesterday? Funny, it still seems pretty messy in here.
Phoenix:
I guess she was still on a high from getting that rare card she needed.
Examine
Left poster
Phoenix:
An old movie poster. "'The Singing Samurai' starring Jack Hammer." What the hell do samurai sing about? Chopping off heads?
Maya:
Oh. My. God. That movie was the best! It's about a samurai who sings his way to fame and fortune! Mr. Hammer was a very accomplished singer, you know.
Phoenix:
Singing samurai stars... What's next? Ninja ballet?
October 19Global StudiosEmployee Area
Maya:
I guess they're not filming today, either. I did want to see them filming... just one time.
Phoenix:
This trial will be over and done by tomorrow. You can come see them film later.
Maya:
I guess... This is where you found that bottle of sleeping pills, right?
Phoenix:
Uh huh.
Maya:
I wonder if there're any other clues lying around.
Gumshoe:
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarh! No no no! No touchin'!
Maya:
Eeek!
Gumshoe:
Oh, sorry, pal. Didn't mean to frighten you.
Maya:
D-didn't mean...? I almost had a heart attack!
Gumshoe:
Heh heh. I guess I can be a little dramatique at times... I suppose it's the actor in me...
Phoenix:
("Dramatique" indeed...)
Gumshoe:
Ahem. Anyway, I'm here to examine the plate on that table.
Phoenix:
Wait, are you looking for sleeping pills?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal. Traces thereof.
Examine (left side)
Drain grate
Phoenix:
That grate's still lying here.
Maya:
Ah, they've seen wisdom at last! They know if they fixed it I'd just kick it off again.
Phoenix:
That poor assistant...
Lunch table
Phoenix:
The remains of the employees' lunch are scattered around. Everyone was probably too shocked to clean up. There's a t-bone on one of the plates, minus the steak.
Examine (right side)
Dressing room door
Phoenix:
The door to the dressing room. It's not locked.
Vending machine
Phoenix:
Let's see... cola, candy, chips, gum... Huh. It's so... normal.
Talk
The plate
Maya:
So you're looking for traces of the sleeping pills... how?
Gumshoe:
For a thorough examination I gotta take the plate back to the precinct. But I have the capabilities to make a cursory examination right here! Our science guy gave me some testing solution. This reacts to sleeping pills, see? If there're traces it'll change color.
Maya:
Wow! Neat! Well, Detective Gumshoe? What are you waiting for?
Gumshoe:
Now, now, everything in due time, pal. ... ... ... Well, the testing solution on the plate changed color alright.
Phoenix:
So there were sleeping pills on the plate!
Gumshoe:
Looks like it.
Steak Plate added to the Court Record.
The investigation
Phoenix:
How goes your investigation?
Gumshoe:
To tell the truth, it's a real mess, pal. Some people think we should pursue the case we already have against Powers... And some people think we should switch suspects!
Maya:
What do you think, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Well, pal, I hate to admit it... But I'm not sure I buy the case against Mr. Powers any more. I feel kind of bad for Mr. Edgeworth, though.
Prosecutor Edgeworth
Phoenix:
How is Edgeworth doing, anyway?
Gumshoe:
Edgeworth is out of control! He was in the waiting room and he crushed this paper cup with hot, hot coffee in it.
Phoenix:
Whoa...
Gumshoe:
Talk about burns, pal!
Maya:
Wow! The fury of Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
Yeah, crushing paper cups... (Cups... bottles...?) Say, what ever happened with that empty bottle?
Gumshoe:
Oh, the bottle of sleeping pills? Well, I got some good news for you about that. They found the victim, Jack Hammer's prints on the bottle.
Maya:
So that means...
Gumshoe:
Yep, it sounds like the one who put Powers to sleep was none other than... the victim!
Phoenix:
(So I was right!)
Sleeping Pill Bottle added to the Court Record.
Present
Steak Plate
Gumshoe:
It's looking like Will Powers was drugged... I'm going to go back to the precinct to do some more detailed tests.
Maya:
You're being very... free with your information today, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Well... don't go telling anyone this, pal. But I was kind of impressed at today's trial, too.
Maya:
...!
Gumshoe:
Most lawyers would've given up after that director's testimony. I think if it'd been anyone but you up there, Powers would be done for by now.
Sleeping Pill Bottle
Phoenix:
Detective, about that bottle...
Gumshoe:
Oh, that? Talk about embarrassing, pal! I can't believe I missed that on my first sweep for evidence. Don't know how I can apologize to Mr. Edgeworth.
Maya:
It must be tough being a detective, with all that responsibility...
Gumshoe:
Oh, heh heh. *blush*
Anything else
Gumshoe:
I'm guessing I know as much about that as you do, pal, i.e. nothing.
Move
Dressing Room
Leads to:
October 18
Global Studios
Dressing Room
October 18Global StudiosDressing Room
Maya:
Empty dressing rooms like this are kinda lonely, aren't they?
Phoenix:
I'm sure Mr. Powers will be back soon. He'll be fine...
Maya:
Y-yeah...
Examine
Cosmetics
Phoenix:
There's an array of cosmetics here. This is the wig used in "Samurai Boogey-Woogey."
Maya:
Wow! You remembered, Nick!
Phoenix:
Thanks to you...
Costume rack
Phoenix:
There are some regular suits in among the costumes here. Those must be his own clothes.
Couch
Phoenix:
Looks like someone was sleeping here.
Maya:
Well, we can be pretty sure WP did take a nap here, like he said.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure being drugged counts as taking a "nap"...
Mirror
Phoenix:
They always have mirrors like this in dressing rooms. I always check my hairdo when I look in a mirror. Hmm... not quite as spiky as usual, I see.
Powers's bag
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers's bag.
Maya:
I hope WP can come pick it up himself, soon.
Phoenix:
Soon, soon.
Table
Phoenix:
There's a box for snacks on the table. They must give these to the employees. Hmm. It's completely empty. ... I can feel Maya's eyes burning into the back of my neck.
Detention Center
Talk
Producer Vasquez
Phoenix:
Could you tell me more about Ms. Vasquez?
Will:
Oh... the producer? She's well respected in the industry. They say she's a genius.
Maya:
A genius...?
Will:
She's been at Global Studios for five years now. Right or wrong, nobody dares tell her different these days.
Phoenix:
Why is that?
Will:
Ever since she came on board, we've had nothing but hits. Global Studios was on its knees, but she picked it up and made it shine. Oh, and...
Maya:
And... what?
Will:
N-nothing. Forget it. I... I've only heard rumors, anyhow.
Director Manella
Phoenix:
Can you tell me anything about Mr. Manella?
Will:
Oh, he used to be a minor straight-to-video director. But something in his work caught Vasquez's eye. She brought the Steel Samurai idea to him. Now everyone knows the name Sal Manella. I hear he's pretty much at her beck and call, though. Whenever she says "jump!" he asks "how high?" and all that.
Phoenix:
(I can imagine him being at her beck and call... though I can't imagine him jumping.)
Mr. Hammer
Maya:
I was wondering about Mr. Hammer... He was a big star back in the day, right? But then he just dropped off the face of the Earth.
Will:
Oh... Yes, you're right. In fact, he was my role model when I started in this business. But he just stopped taking on big roles. That's when he began appearing in little productions at Global...
Maya:
How could he do that!? I was really looking forward to a sequel to "Samurai Summer."
Will:
He just gave up being a star five years ago. Actually, now that I think about it... That was right when Ms. Vasquez came to Global.
Phoenix:
(Five years ago...?)
Employee Area
(Clearing all "Talk" options of Powers leads to:)
Move
Dressing Room
Leads to:
"Oh! Hello!"
Dressing Room
Penny:
Oh! Hello!
Maya:
What are you doing here?
Penny:
Oh... I was just cleaning up the dressing room. I guess WP won't be using it anymore, so...
Maya:
Wha!? What!? Why!? But WP's innocent!
Penny:
Yes, and I'm really grateful for all you've done. But... This week is the last episode of the Steel Samurai...
Maya:
What!? Nooooooooooooooooo!
Examine
Couch
Phoenix:
Looks like someone was sleeping here.
Penny:
Oh, sorry. I haven't cleaned up there yet.
Powers's bag
Phoenix:
It's Powers's bag.
Penny:
I put all of WP's personal belongings in there. He'll be able to come pick them up, right?
Phoenix:
I'm sure he'll come, yes.
Talk
Mr. Hammer
Phoenix:
I was wondering if I could ask you about Mr. Hammer...
Penny:
Yes?
Phoenix:
On the day of the murder, he went to Studio Two.
Penny:
Huh? I thought he went to Studio One?
Maya:
He stole the Steel Samurai costume, too!
Penny:
What!? Why would Mr. Hammer do something like that? ... Oh... I guess the rumor must be true, then.
Maya:
The rumor?
Penny:
Yeah. Mr. Vasquez, that producer, had some kind of hold on Hammer. She had some dirt on him... He'd do anything she said, apparently.
Maya:
Some "dirt"? What dirt!
Penny:
... Dirt. You know, bad stuff.
Maya:
... Um, I know what dirt means...
Penny:
About five years ago, they were filming a movie starring Mr. Hammer. They were using the new studio... Studio Two. Some sort of accident happened during filming. After that, they never used Studio Two again. They left the film set the way it was, too.
Phoenix:
(The film set...? Was that trailer part of the film set, then?)
The last episode
Maya:
W-what do you mean, the "last Steel Samurai"!?
Penny:
I know it's a shock, but nothing can be done to save it now. Whoever really did kill Mr. Hammer, also signed the Steel Samurai's death warrant.
Maya:
No... no!
Penny:
Also, I hear that Global Studios is going to change its programming. They're not going to make kids' shows anymore.
Maya:
W-what!? Why!?
Penny:
I don't know. It's sad, but that's what Global Studios decided.
Studio policy (appears after The last episode)
Phoenix:
Why aren't they going to make kids' shows anymore?
Penny:
The studio bigwigs don't want the Steel Samurai around anymore. They want to forget all this ever happened. They want it quiet, you understand?
Maya:
H-how can they just do that! What about all the kids who love the Steel Samurai!
Penny:
It's okay. I'm sure the kids will be fine. They'll find a new hero to follow.
Maya:
No, that can't be true! If the program just ends, they'll be heartbroken for sure! N-Nick! Say something!
Phoenix:
Umm... yeah. (I think evidence, rather than words, is called for here.) Here, take a look at this.
Present
"Path to glory"
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"And this is...?"
Anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Penny:
What's this?
Phoenix:
This is why you can't stop the Steel Samurai.
Penny:
I'm sorry... I don't understand.
Maya:
Neither do I, Nick.
Phoenix:
F-funny that. I don't either! (Oops. Let's try that again.)
Leads back to:
"(I think evidence, rather than words, is called for here.)"
Penny:
And this is...?
Phoenix:
A fan collected all of these photographs. The kids love the Steel Samurai! The show shouldn't be cancelled just so some adults can save face! I would think you would understand that better than anyone.
Penny:
... ... You're right... Okay! But what can I do?
Phoenix:
Well, for starters... You can tell me something. Tell me what it is that Global Studios is so intent on hiding? Tell me about this accident five years ago.
Penny:
... Okay!
Five years ago (appears after Mr. Hammer, before talking about "Studio policy")
Phoenix:
An accident five years ago?
Penny:
Yes, in Studio Two. That trailer there was part of the film set.
Phoenix:
Could you tell us what happened?
Penny:
... S-sorry. I don't think I can. They really don't want us to talk about it.
Five years ago (after talking about "Studio policy")
Phoenix:
Could you tell us what happened five years ago?
Penny:
Well, I can tell you what I've heard. Apparently, five years ago, someone died... and it was Hammer's fault.
Maya:
S-someone died!?
Penny:
It was an accident, of course! Anyway... The producer, Ms. Vasquez managed to hush it up.
Phoenix:
And that's the "dirt" she had on Mr. Hammer?
Maya:
And that's why Mr. Hammer would do anything Ms. Vasquez asked him to do! ... But, it was an accident, right? Why didn't they just make it public?
Penny:
Well, you know Mr. Hammer was a big star back then. They were afraid about what would happen to his career if word got out.
Maya:
I see...
Penny:
You know who knows more about this? Ms. Oldbag. She was here at the studios back then, you know.
Phoenix:
Thanks. We'll try asking her. (If she'll talk...)
Present
Powers's(?) Photo
Penny:
So this photo was Mr. Hammer all along?
Phoenix:
It seems that way.
Penny:
Why would Mr. Hammer do something like that?
"Path to Glory"
Penny:
Wow... wow! It must have taken him forever to collect all these.
Maya:
Kids love the Steel Samurai.
Penny:
They do, don't they?
Sleeping Pill Bottle
Penny:
What's that?
Phoenix:
An empty bottle of sleeping pills. With Mr. Hammer's fingerprints on it...
Penny:
... Now I'm really confused!
Anything else
Penny:
I'm sorry... I'm not sure what to make of that.
Employee Area
(Talking about "Five years ago" after "Studio policy" leads to:)
Move
Studio - Main Gate
Leads to:
"What, you're still slinking around?"
Studio - Main Gate
Oldbag:
What, you're still slinking around? If you like the place so much, why don't you take over for me?
Maya:
The old windbag doesn't look so good...
Oldbag:
E-everybody's doing their darnedest to forget Hammer. Who do they think made Global Studios what it is today? Hammer! It's all due to Hammer!
Maya:
She's starting to froth at the mouth, Nick... Maybe we should keep a safe distance?
Talk
Five years ago
Phoenix:
Umm... I wanted to ask you about five years ago...
Oldbag:
! Who told!? Who did you hear that from!?
Phoenix:
I, uh... huh?
Oldbag:
Nichols!
Phoenix:
N-nickels?
Maya:
Nichols, Nick. Penny Nichols. That assistant we talked to.
Phoenix:
O-oh, right. Anyway, we heard about the accident. It was during filming with Jack Hammer... He killed a man. Didn't he?
Oldbag:
Wh-whippersnappers! Dredging up dirt on someone's past like that... and the recently departed, no less! I suppose you think this is fun!?
Phoenix:
N-no, I'm just doing my job to protect Mr. Powers...
Oldbag:
And you claim that Hammer stole Powers's costume! You expect me to believe that rubbish!? Or do you have some kind of proof?
Phoenix:
(Proof that Hammer stole Powers's costume? Hmm...)
I have proof
Leads to:
"I'm sorry Ms. Oldbag, but I do have proof."
I don't have proof
Phoenix:
Proof? Well... no.
Oldbag:
See! See!? I see how you work! Anything that doesn't fit, you just blame on the dead! Well... well... Just butt out, lawyer-boy!
Phoenix:
(She knows something! But how am I going to get her to talk...?)
Phoenix:
I'm sorry Ms. Oldbag, but I do have proof. I can prove that Mr. Hammer stole Mr. Powers's costume.
Present Steak Plate
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers ate a t-bone steak for lunch, correct?
Oldbag:
W-well... yes. So?
Phoenix:
This is the plate that he used to eat that steak. There are traces of sleeping pill powder on the plate!
Oldbag:
Mmmph? Hah! I-I bet Powers put it in there himself! Even a lightweight like him must have trouble sleeping sometimes.
Phoenix:
Except, I have proof that Mr. Hammer put the pills in.
Present Sleeping Pill Bottle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This bottle contained sleeping pills."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Oldbag:
Hmph! What's that supposed to prove!? That means nothing to me!
Maya:
Nick... I'm kinda having trouble figuring that one out too.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... wrong evidence? But I know Oldbag knows something! I have to get her to talk!)
Phoenix:
This bottle contained sleeping pills. Mr. Hammer's fingerprints were found on the bottle.
Leads to:
"...!"
Present Sleeping Pill Bottle
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here's my proof.
Oldbag:
What? What's a little empty bottle supposed to prove?
Phoenix:
It's a bottle of sleeping pills. With Mr. Hammer's fingerprints on it...
Oldbag:
Wh-what does that prove? I... I'm sure old Hammer had some sleepless nights! Where's your proof that he used those pills on Powers?
Present Steak Plate
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Mr. Powers ate a t-bone steak for lunch, correct?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Oldbag:
Hmph! What's that supposed to prove!? That means nothing to me!
Maya:
Nick... I'm kinda having trouble figuring that one out too.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... wrong evidence? But I know Oldbag knows something! I have to get her to talk!)
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers ate a t-bone steak for lunch, correct?
Oldbag:
W-well... yes. So?
Phoenix:
This is the plate that he used to eat that steak. There are traces of sleeping pill powder on the plate!
Leads to:
"...!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Oldbag:
Hmph! What's that supposed to prove!? That means nothing to me!
Maya:
Nick... I'm kinda having trouble figuring that one out too.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... wrong evidence? But I know Oldbag knows something! I have to get her to talk!)
Oldbag:
...! ... ... I see. Poor, poor Hammer. You did wrong, Hammer, rest your soul.
Maya:
Ms. Oldbag...?
Oldbag:
Okay. You win. I'll talk. I'm tired, see... Tired of holding it all in.
Phoenix:
Ms. Oldbag...
Five years ago (after presenting Steak Plate and Sleeping Pill Bottle)
Oldbag:
You're right. Five years ago there was an accident... a fatal accident. What's worse, a paparazzi took a photo of it. That photo, well, it caused quite a stir. And guess who made it all better? Vasquez! She has ties to the mafia... She silenced that paparazzi. That was the beginning. After that, she became a force to be reckoned with here at the studio.
Maya:
I see...!
Oldbag:
But, you have to understand... Poor old Hammer never meant any harm to anyone!
Maya:
Ms. Oldbag...
Present
Five-Year-Old Photo
Oldbag:
Poor old Hammer. He was a big star. The biggest. That accident five years ago is what did him in. He wanted to hide it. He didn't want anyone to know. Poor, silly old Hammer. If he had just come out and confessed... Then Vasquez wouldn't have gotten her claws into him!
Anything else
Oldbag:
Sorry... I don't want to think about it anymore.
(Talking about "Five years ago" leads to:)
Oldbag:
Hold on a minute.
Maya:
Poor Ms. Oldbag...
Oldbag:
Here, take this.
Phoenix:
...? A photograph? W-wait a second!
Oldbag:
This is the picture.
Phoenix:
Is... this the trailer in Studio Two?
Oldbag:
Hammer was supposed to fight with a bad guy on the top of those stairs, there. He pushed the other actor, and the man fell onto the flowerbox fence.
Phoenix:
B-but how did you get this?
Oldbag:
It... was a long time ago. I don't feel much like talking about it.
Phoenix:
I understand...
Five-Year-Old Photo added to the Court Record.
Move
Employee Area
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe must have left by now."
Employee Area
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe must have left by now.
Phoenix:
He's probably thinking about what to do in tomorrow's trial.
Maya:
I bet Edgeworth is pretty angry with him.
Move
Dressing Room
Leads to:
"The assistant must have gone off somewhere."
Dressing Room
Maya:
The assistant must have gone off somewhere. That stuff about Mr. Hammer must have come as a shock to her.
Outside Studio Two
Present
Five-Year-Old Photo
Leads to:
"..."
(Presenting Five-Year-Old Photo leads to:)
Vasquez:
...
Phoenix:
(She's not even looking.)
Vasquez:
Where.
Phoenix:
Wh-what?
Vasquez:
Where did you get that?
Phoenix:
I, well...
Vasquez:
Oldbag.
Phoenix:
O-Old...?
Maya:
She means the security lady, Ms. Oldbag, Nick.
Phoenix:
Right... anyway... Ms. Vasquez. You hid this incident from the press, didn't you? And you used it to control Mr. Hammer!
Vasquez:
... The wind.
Phoenix:
The... huh?
Vasquez:
It's gotten stronger, don't you think? The wind. ... Your conversation interests me. Let's talk about it more inside the trailer.
Maya:
Nick. She went inside the trailer.
Move
Trailer
Leads to:
"Hmph. You came."
Trailer
Vasquez:
Hmph. You came. Well then, what was that you were talking about?
Phoenix:
(...! Why is she so eager to talk all of a sudden?) Ms. Vasquez. You were using that accident! You were blackmailing Mr. Hammer so you could control him, weren't you? That's why he was doing kids' shows for petty change!
Vasquez:
Hmph... So I'm a blackmailer now?
Maya:
Well, that's what it was, wasn't it! I mean, sure, it was an accident... But you used it to drag Mr. Hammer down from his rightful place as a star!
Vasquez:
Oh...? I haven't pulled anyone down from anywhere. Mr. Hammer's career went sour of its own accord.
Maya:
B-but! You were the cause! You pressured him... And to think it was just an accident...!
Vasquez:
Excuse me! What is this all about? You keep saying "accident," "accident"... How are you so sure?
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Vasquez:
Must I spell everything out for you? Think: what would it be if it wasn't an accident?
Phoenix:
...! No... No way! You mean Mr. Hammer did it... on purpose?
Vasquez:
That is what I mean.
Phoenix:
Wh-where's your proof! Can you prove it!?
Vasquez:
Hmph! Just think! Would he have let me run his life for five years... over a mere accident? And I ran him hard, believe you me!
Maya:
B-but, the security lady said it was an accident!
Vasquez:
Oh. Well, she was a big fan of Hammer's, you see. She jumped on the reporter who brought that photo into the studio. She wrenched it out of his hands, she did. Gave him a few bruises, too.
Phoenix:
(... So that's why she had the photo...)
Vasquez:
She's an old fool. Of course, all the reporter would need is the negatives. He could have made a copy. But he didn't. The only copy of that photo is the one you hold. Give it to me. Now.
Maya:
W-what? This is valuable evidence!
Vasquez:
Boys!
Phoenix:
... U-umm... Who are they...?
Vasquez:
Professionals. They're good at erasing... various things. What do you think...? Would you like to be erased?
Phoenix:
Wh-what!?
Vasquez:
The trial ends tomorrow? How unfortunate. It's a shame you'll have to miss it!
Phoenix:
... Tell me why. Why do you want this photograph so badly? This is Mr. Hammer's "dirt"... no? Why should Dee Vasquez care about it at all?
Vasquez:
... I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to think about that where you're going. So long, friends. Boys, erase away.
Maya:
Nooooooooooooo!
Gumshoe:
Hold it right there! I heard everything, pal! Dee Vasquez! You're coming down to the precinct with me, now!
Vasquez:
... Hmph. Not bad. ... Very well. It appears this contest will be decided tomorrow then. In court. I'll be looking forward to it.
Gumshoe:
H-hey, you okay, pal? Sorry I was a little late with my entrance. I don't get many chances to practice that sorta thing.
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe... Thank you thank you thank you! I was really scared...
Gumshoe:
Huh? Don't mention it, pal. Just doing my job. ... ...
Maya:
Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, it's just... I've wanted to say that line ever since I became a detective. ... Okay. I've got one more job to do today. I'm sure we'll run into each other again soon!
Maya:
Well, Nick. It looks like we're getting close to the bottom of this.
Phoenix:
(And who's at the bottom...? Dee Vasquez!)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Turnabout Samurai
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
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October 20, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 4
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Will Powers.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Today will be the final day of this trial. I hope both the prosecution and the defense will be able to present decisive evidence. Very well, Mr. Edgeworth. Your opening statement.
Edgeworth:
In yesterday's session, the defense presented us with a new theory for this case. He claims that the scene of the crime was, in fact, Studio Two. Today, I will call on people present in the Studio Two trailer that day. From their testimonies, the truth will become clear.
Judge:
Hmm... very well!
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth seems a bit on edge today...)
Judge:
You may call your first witness, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution calls Ms. Dee Vasquez to the stand. Ms. Dee Vasquez is a producer who was present in the Studio Two trailer that day.
Edgeworth:
Will the witness state her name and occupation?
Vasquez:
... Dee Vasquez. I am a producer for Global Studios.
Edgeworth:
On the day of the murder, you were in the trailer in Studio Two...
Vasquez:
As everyone here knows, yes?
Edgeworth:
...?
Vasquez:
I dislike needless banter. If you must pontificate, do it when I'm not here.
Edgeworth:
Mrrph!
Judge:
V-very well, Ms. Vasquez. Please give the court your testimony concerning the day of the murder.
Maya:
Nick! I know she did it! Make her pay!
Phoenix:
R-right! (If she's guilty, I'll catch her with her pants down... So to speak.)
Witness Testimony
-- The Day of the Murder --
Vasquez:
I entered the trailer, oh, a little before noon.
The meeting began at 12:00 sharp. It ended at 4:00.
There was to be a rehearsal afterwards, so we went to Studio One...
I was fatigued, so I had Sal take me.
At 2:30, we took a 15-minute break in the meeting.
Sal and I ate t-bone steaks on the table in front of the trailer.
We found Hammer's body later, when we all went to Studio One.
That's all.
Judge:
Hmm... I have a question about one part of your testimony. You were "fatigued" so you had Sal "take" you...?
Vasquez:
The van.
Judge:
Hmm?
Vasquez:
There's a van at Studio Two. I had him take me in that. I thought it might be risky to walk, what with that monkey's head toppling over.
Van added to the Court Record.
Judge:
I... I see! Very well. Mr. Wright, your cross-examination.
Maya:
This is the final battle, Nick! Let's do it!
Cross Examination
-- The Day of the Murder --
Vasquez:
I entered the trailer, oh, a little before noon.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
By yourself?
Vasquez:
Yes.
Phoenix:
And you didn't stop in at the Employee Area?
Vasquez:
No.
Phoenix:
... Are you always this... terse?
Vasquez:
Yes.
Phoenix:
(Oh dear...)
Vasquez:
The meeting began at 12:00 sharp. It ended at 4:00..
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did no one leave during the meeting?
Vasquez:
No one. ...
Phoenix:
... C-come on... let's talk a bit more about that.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The witness did not come here to engage in idle conversation! Stop interrupting the testimony.
Vasquez:
The same could be said to you, Mr. Edgeworth. And please stop banging on your little desk. It hurts my ears.
Edgeworth:
Mmph!
Vasquez:
There was to be a rehearsal afterwards, so we went to Studio One.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And when exactly was that?
Vasquez:
I've forgotten.
Phoenix:
...
Vasquez:
...
Phoenix:
Maybe you could try remembering?
Vasquez:
No.
Edgeworth:
The meeting ended at 4:00, and the rehearsal was scheduled for 5:00... I would think it was between those times.
Phoenix:
(You "would think"!? C'mon, all you did was state the obvious, Edgeworth!)
Vasquez:
I was fatigued, so I had Sal take me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Hold on! You had Sal "take" you? What does that mean!?
Vasquez:
It means what I just said. I had Sal take me in the Studio Two van.
Phoenix:
(Oh... oh, right.)
Vasquez:
At 2:30, we took a 15-minute break in the meeting.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And what were you doing during that time...?
Vasquez:
Don't hit your desk. It irritates me.
Edgeworth:
Yeah! Mr. Wright...! Oops.
Vasquez:
... It was a 15 minute break...
Vasquez:
Sal and I ate t-bone steaks on the table in front of the trailer.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Do you have someone who can verify this?
Vasquez:
Sal.
Phoenix:
N-no... I mean someone else?
Vasquez:
One person is enough.
Phoenix:
(If she committed murder during that break... She wouldn't have had time to eat a t-bone steak! If I had some evidence that proved she didn't eat that steak...)
Present Steak Plate
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Hah! As I thought!"
Maya:
Well, Nick? Find anything?
Phoenix:
I kind of wish she'd said a little more...
Maya:
It's hard. I think she's pretty used to being the boss. But I'm sure you'll find some contradiction in what she said... somewhere!
Phoenix:
Hah! As I thought!
Vasquez:
...
Phoenix:
You claim you ate a t-bone steak! But I say you did not!
Judge:
W-what's this, now, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Look at this.
Judge:
It's... a plate?
Phoenix:
This plate was on the table in the employee room. As you can see, a large bone has been left behind.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright. Need I remind you it was a T-BONE STEAK!?
Phoenix:
Exactly my point! Remember if you will... Ms. Vasquez and Mr. Manella ate at a table outside the trailer. Yet there were no bones left on the plates! The plates were bare!
Vasquez:
!
Phoenix:
Ms. Vasquez? Tell me, how can a person eat a t-bone steak... and not leave the bone? I think I know how!
You ate the bone, too
Phoenix:
You ate the bone, too!
Maya:
Um, Nick... are you sure? I mean, I love steak, but even I don’t eat the bone!
Phoenix:
Hey, I don’t eat it either!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I, too, leave the bone.
Phoenix:
Um, can I try that again?
Leads back to:
"I think I know how!"
You ate a boneless steak
Phoenix:
Elementary! You were eating a boneless steak!
Judge:
... Mr. Wright, say you are right... What would that prove?
Phoenix:
... Um, right, Your Honor.
Maya:
Nick! Remember her testimony? She said she ate a "t-bone steak"! She said "bone"!
Phoenix:
Correct! I was... testing you!
Maya:
Yeah, sure, Nick.
Phoenix:
Sorry... Can I try that one more time?
Judge:
...
Leads back to:
"I think I know how!"
You didn't eat the steak
Leads to:
"You didn't eat any steak during that break!"
Phoenix:
You didn't eat any steak during that break! You took your steak and threw it somewhere... like that incinerator!
Vasquez:
! ...
Judge:
I... I see! Then what was Ms. Vasquez doing during her break?
Phoenix:
Isn’t it obvious, Your Honor?
Meeting the Steel Samurai
Leads to:
"She was meeting with the Steel Samurai!"
Picking on Sal Manella
Phoenix:
She was picking on Mr. Manella!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... Sometimes this court finds it hard to tell whether you are joking or being serious.
Phoenix:
Oh...?
Judge:
I would prefer it if you remained serious!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor. I'll do my best.
Leads to:
"She was meeting with the Steel Samurai!"
Phoenix:
She was meeting with the Steel Samurai!
Judge:
Order! A-are you saying...!?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor! As Ms. Vasquez left the trailer to eat her steak... She ran into the Steel Samurai! And then you did it. You killed him with your own hands!
Vasquez:
!!!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright! I-isn't that a little presumptuous!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What kind of stunt are you trying to pull, Wright!?
Vasquez:
Let him claim what he wants.... You say I did it?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Vasquez:
Fascinating! And here I was worrying that today would be as boring as all the rest. ... Very well. Let us have a battle of wits, you and I.
Phoenix:
(Any day, Vasquez!)
Maya:
Good luck, Nick!
Vasquez:
Let's see... What was that murder weapon again? Oh yes, the "Samurai Spear."
Phoenix:
Yes...?
Vasquez:
I am, as you can see, a woman of petite stature. How could I possibly use that heavy spear as a weapon?
I think you could!
Phoenix:
It's not impossible!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Well, maybe it's not impossible, but--
Vasquez:
Silence. I'm speaking.
Edgeworth:
Mmmph!
Vasquez:
The victim was stabbed through the chest from the front, yes? I believe this would indicate that the victim was aware of the killer's presence. Now, the Steel Samurai costume is quite light and mobile. Compared to the victim, I am weaker and slower... I couldn't possibly win such a fight! Not to mention, there is proof I did not have the spear! The photograph of the Steel Samurai shows that the victim himself was holding it! Or do you mean to suggest that I could have wrested it away from him?
Edgeworth:
Y-yeah! Take that, Wright! If you still think she did it, show us proof!
Phoenix:
Umm... er...
Maya:
Hey, Nick. Look at the data we have on that Samurai Spear in the Court Record. Isn't there something in there that gets to you...?
Phoenix:
Something odd about the Samurai Spear...? ... Wait!
Judge:
Something the matter, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor. I'd like to take back my previous claim.
Judge:
Very well, I won't hold you to your claim. But I'm afraid I will have to penalize you.
Phoenix:
(Ugh...)
Edgeworth:
What’s this? You're taking back your claim?
Phoenix:
Let's backtrack for a moment. I want to consider whether the witness could have used the Samurai Spear or not!
Leads to:
"However, that has no bearing on this case!"
You couldn't, could you
Phoenix:
I think you would have a great deal of difficulty using that as a weapon. Pretty much anyone would.
Vasquez:
Hah. You see?
Phoenix:
Yes...
Leads to:
"However, that has no bearing on this case!"
I don't know
Phoenix:
I don't know.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You "don't know"!? What kind of a lawyer are you!?
Vasquez:
Quiet. I'm speaking.
Edgeworth:
M-m-mmph!
Vasquez:
You "don't know"!? What kind of a lawyer...
Phoenix:
I don't know whether you could have fought with the Samurai Spear...
Leads to:
"However, that has no bearing on this case!"
Phoenix:
However, that has no bearing on this case!
Vasquez:
... Meaning?
Phoenix:
The Samurai Spear was not the murder weapon!
Vasquez:
What!?
Judge:
What is the meaning of this!? The spear was found lying next to the victim's body!
Phoenix:
I have proof, Your Honor. I can prove that the Samurai Spear was not used as the murder weapon!
Present Samurai Spear
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I present my proof: the so-called "murder weapon"!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Wrong, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
But I haven’t said anything yet...?
Judge:
I know you well enough by now to know when you’re going to present the wrong evidence.
Maya:
I can sense it too, with my Fey blood...
Phoenix:
(Okay, okay, so I picked the wrong evidence! Enough with all the sensing!) Right. Okay, here’s the real evidence, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"I can prove that the Samurai Spear was not used as the murder weapon!"
Phoenix:
I present my proof: the so-called "murder weapon"!
Edgeworth:
B-but, that IS the murder weapon!
Phoenix:
Not so fast. Remember that this spear broke during the morning action scene run-through? But, someone fixed the spear. It was the security lady! She fixed it with duct tape! Now tell me, how is it possible... for someone to stab a man who is wearing a thick costume with this!? Through the chest!
Judge:
O-order! Order!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright! What are you driving at!? Think about what you're--
Vasquez:
Silence! I’m the one testifying here and I will be heard!
Edgeworth:
Mmmph...!
Vasquez:
Are you quite sane? Are you even aware of what you're saying? If the Samurai Spear was not the murder weapon, then pray tell what was!? How was Hammer killed?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Can you tell us what weapon was used to kill Mr. Hammer?
I can tell you
Leads to:
"Would I make a claim like that if I couldn’t tell you what the weapon was?"
I can't tell you
Phoenix:
Of course I can't.
Judge:
"O-of course"!?
Edgeworth:
Can the antics, Wright!
Judge:
I have to agree, Mr. Wright. At least pretend that you think you might know!
Phoenix:
(Urk. Note to self: think before speaking. Tough crowd...)
Leads back to:
"Well, Mr. Wright? Can you tell us what weapon was used to kill Mr. Hammer?"
Phoenix:
Would I make a claim like that if I couldn't tell you what the weapon was?
Judge:
I’m afraid your confidence can sometimes be unfounded, Mr. Wright... Very well, let's see this murder weapon, then.
Present Five-Year-Old Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Look at this photo."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Maya:
Nick! Think about this some more!
Phoenix:
Huh? Think?
Maya:
Please! How could that possibly have been the murder weapon!?
Phoenix:
(Hmm. She has a point.)
Judge:
Something the matter?
Phoenix:
N-no, Your Honor. Nothing!
Leads back to:
"Very well, let's see this murder weapon, then."
Phoenix:
Look at this photo.
Judge:
W-what is this? Why, that's Jack Hammer standing at the top of the stairs! O-order! Order! If I cannot have order this trial will be suspended! Mr. Wright! What is this all about!?
Phoenix:
This photograph is from five years ago. There was an unfortunate accident at Global Studios. This is a photo of that very accident. Not a word of this was leaked to the outside. It was a close-kept secret at the studios.
Edgeworth:
What does this have to do with the current case!?
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth... You still can't see it? See the fallen man in this photo? See how the fencepost pierced him through the chest?
Edgeworth:
Wh... what!? Are you saying...!?
Phoenix:
Yes. What happened five years ago... has happened again!
Vasquez:
!!!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Continue!
Phoenix:
It's 2:30 PM on the day of the murder! Ms. Dee Vasquez meets Jack Hammer outside the Studio Two trailer! Then she did it! She pushed Mr. Hammer off the stairs onto the fence! Just like Mr. Hammer had himself done five years ago! Though whether she did it on purpose or by accident, I cannot say.
Vasquez:
...!
Edgeworth:
I-in other words... th-the victim, Mr. Hammer... He died in the same way that he caused another man to die... five years ago!
Phoenix:
Precisely. Ironic, isn’t it?
Vasquez:
... Hoh hoh. Very creative, Mr. Wright. I could use a man like you on my script writing staff.
Phoenix:
You deny that what I say is true?
Vasquez:
... Mr. Wright. Let's say, for the sake of argument, that Hammer died at the trailer as you say. Yet the body was found at Studio One, was it not? And in the Evil Magistrate's costume, no less. Are you then claiming that I carried the body to Studio One... And returned to the trailer all in the space of a 15 minute break? How could I have disposed of the body!?
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
The break in the meeting at the trailer lasted 15 minutes, from 2:30 to 2:45. Could Jack Hammer have been pushed off the stairs to his death... then carried to Studio One and placed inside his costume? There wasn’t enough time!
Judge:
Hmm... indeed. Well, Mr. Wright? How could she have dealt with the body?
She couldn't deal with it
Phoenix:
15 minutes is kind of a short amount of time...
Vasquez:
You see? Even I cannot do the impossible. Therefore, Mr. Wright. I didn't do it. Agreed?
Phoenix:
Not agreed!
Vasquez:
?
Leads to:
"What if she had another way to carry the body, other than with her own hands?"
I bet she could move it
Phoenix:
You’d be surprised! I bet she could do it! When people think their life depends on it, they can do amazing things!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, this is not an episode of "That's Incredible."
Edgeworth:
If you claim she did everything in 15 minutes...
Phoenix:
(Let me guess: "Show Me Proof!")
Edgeworth:
Correct! Show me proof!
Phoenix:
(How am I supposed to do that...?)
Edgeworth:
Then I won't have you making any unsubstantiated claims!
Phoenix:
(... Wait a second, how does he know what I'm thinking!?)
Edgeworth:
Hah! I need only look at the cold sweat running down your face to know what you're thinking!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Perhaps you’d like to reconsider your claim?
Leads back to:
"Well, Mr. Wright? How could she have dealt with the body?"
She had another way
Leads to:
"What if she had another way to carry the body, other than with her own hands?"
Phoenix:
What if she had another way to carry the body, other than with her own hands?
Vasquez:
For instance?
Phoenix:
Actually, for that matter, there was no need for her to do the deed in 15 minutes! And there was a way for you to carry that body.
Vasquez:
!!! I-interesting! Let's hear it then.
Judge:
Mr. Wright? Please show us how she carried the body.
Present Van
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Vasquez."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Dee Vasquez used this to carry the body to Studio One!
Vasquez:
...
Judge:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Your Honor?
Judge:
Mr. Wright, how can you carry a dead body with that?
Phoenix:
Umm...
Judge:
Please rethink your statement.
Leads back to:
"Please show us how she carried the body."
Phoenix:
Ms. Vasquez. You carried the body to Studio One. And you used the studio van to do it!
Vasquez:
!!!
Phoenix:
Recall your testimony...
Vasquez:
There was to be a rehearsal afterwards, so we went to Studio One. I was fatigued, so I had Sal take me. There was a van there, right? I had Sal drive me.
Phoenix:
You used the van to carry the body to Studio One! Then, before everyone else got there, you put the body into the Magistrate costume!
Vasquez:
...!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hold on, Wright! Don't forget, it was Sal Manella that drove the van! Are you suggesting that Mr. Manella was a conspirator?
Of course he was
Leads to:
"Of course, Sal Manella has to have been a conspirator!"
Of course he wasn't
Phoenix:
Of course he wasn't!
Edgeworth:
Hah! So, without Mr. Manella noticing anything, she put the body in the van... Then managed to put the body into the costume...? Are you seriously suggesting that is possible!?
Phoenix:
... Of course I'm not serious.
Edgeworth:
Ha... hah!?
Phoenix:
I was kidding. To, er, lighten up the proceedings.
Edgeworth:
Li..light... Lighten!? Y-you can't lighten up a murder!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. The court requests you refrain from making claims in jest.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Leads to:
"Of course, Sal Manella has to have been a conspirator!"
Phoenix:
Of course, Sal Manella has to have been a conspirator! The body had to be placed in the van, and put into the costume. There's no way Ms. Vasquez could have done that alone! Also, don't forget that they had to dispose of the Steel Samurai costume. They had to... because it was covered in Mr. Hammer's blood! They probably burned it in that small incinerator. Well, Ms. Vasquez! Shall I continue?
Vasquez:
... No need. You're smarter than you look, Mr. Wright. Hmph. I lose. You win. It... was fun.
Phoenix:
(I... win!?) ...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
...
Phoenix:
Umm... So... what happens next?
Vasquez:
?
Phoenix:
Don't "?" me! Don’t you have anything to say!?
Vasquez:
What would you like me to say?
Phoenix:
Huh? "I lost"? Something like that!
Vasquez:
I just said that.
Phoenix:
W-wait, so you mean... Dee Vasquez! So, it was you? You killed Jack Hammer! ...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
...
Vasquez:
Who can say?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Vasquez:
Are you sure I did? Mr. Wright... We just engaged in a battle of wits. And the result of that battle? You proved the possibility that I murdered Hammer.
Phoenix:
R-right!
Vasquez:
But... that is only a possibility. Proof is another thing altogether. You lack decisive proof, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Wha... wha... wha... wha... WHAAAAAAAAAT!?
Judge:
Order! Mr. Edgeworth, your thoughts?
Edgeworth:
Umm... uhh... mmmph. O-of course, it's as the witness says! ... Certainly, it does seem very likely she did it... but, uh, there's no proof!
Phoenix:
(...! Edgeworth isn't sure!)
Vasquez:
... Well? I came here as a witness today. If you've no more questions, I'll be leaving.
Phoenix:
(Urk! What do I do now!?)
You did it, Vasquez!
Phoenix:
Ms. Vasquez! You did it!
Vasquez:
... That wasn't a question.
Phoenix:
... Um, did you do it?
Vasquez:
No.
Judge:
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
I'm not sure that question helped this court get any closer to a verdict.
Leads back to:
"(Urk! What do I do now!?)"
Testify again, Vasquez!
Phoenix:
I... I'd like you to testify again!
Judge:
Testify... again?
Vasquez:
Know when to give up, Mr. Wright. Think about it. Even if I were to testify again, what's the point? I can only say what I said before. The truth, Mr. Wright. I've already said all there is to say. What would happen if I said it again?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Vasquez:
You'd ask the same questions, get the same answers. A waste of time.
Leads to:
"(Damn... damn!)"
No further questions, Vasquez!
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I was hoping I'd come up with a question while pounding on my desk. I didn't.
Judge:
... You have my sympathies.
Leads to:
"(Damn... damn!)"
Phoenix:
(Damn... damn! To come so far, only to fail...)
Judge:
As it seems there are no further questions... I would like to end the cross-examination of the witness, Ms. Vasquez.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I was hoping I'd come up with a question while I was objecting, Your Honor... I didn't.
Judge:
I see... Very well.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! I request that the witness testify again!
Vasquez:
You are the prosecutor, are you not? Why are you badgering me? I'm your witness!
Edgeworth:
I... I just want to hear your testimony again.
Vasquez:
Does this make any sense to you, Your Honor? I don't see that we have anything to gain by repeating the last several minutes.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth... I, too, see little point in making Ms. Vasquez repeat herself. What exactly did you want her to testify about?
Edgeworth:
Mmmph! Well, yes, um... ... Indeed! Verily, I say... Ergo! I want to hear about what happened... after they found the body!
Judge:
After they found the body...? Very well. The witness will testify to the court concerning this matter.
Vasquez:
Hmph.
Maya:
Nick! Why did Edgeworth...?
Phoenix:
Who knows? He probably realized she did it, too.
Maya:
But... but! Wasn't he the one that said he always gets a guilty verdict...? After all that...
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth...)
Witness Testimony
-- After Finding the Body --
Vasquez:
I was with Sal and Oldbag, the security lady, when we found the body.
The assistant was there, too. Only Powers was absent.
I immediately called the police. Then Powers showed up.
The security lady, Oldbag, was quite agitated. Pointing at Powers, saying "he did it!"
I asked to be left out of the proceedings.
I went back to the trailer to get my script and direction notes.
Then I went home.
Judge:
Hmm... I see no issues raised by this testimony... Mr. Wright, your cross-examination.
Maya:
Okay, Nick, we're close, real close! She may be acting tough now... But if you put her on the spot she's sure to falter! Find the key you need and twist the truth out of her, Nick!
Phoenix:
Right!
Cross Examination
-- After Finding the Body --
Vasquez:
I was with Sal and Oldbag, the security lady, when we found the body.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What time was that?
Vasquez:
We were to meet at 5:00 for the rehearsal. So I'd say it was then.
Phoenix:
When exactly did you and Mr. Manella arrive at the studio?
Vasquez:
About 10 minutes before. I wasn't stuffing any bodies into costumes, mind you.
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Where were the other employees when you got to the studio?
Vasquez:
They weren't there yet.
Phoenix:
Well!? Then you could have put Hammer in that costume, with Sal Manella's help!
Vasquez:
Oh? What did I just say? Did I not just say "I wasn't stuffing any bodies into any costumes"...? You should try to listen to what people are saying, boy.
Phoenix:
(B-boy!?)
Judge:
The witness will continue her testimony.
Hold back
Phoenix:
(I'd better leave this one be. I'm sure she'd see through anything I had to throw at her, anyway.)
Vasquez:
The assistant was there, too. Only Powers was absent.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Powers was taking a nap, correct?
Vasquez:
So he says.
Phoenix:
Did no one go to call him?
Vasquez:
Remember...
Phoenix:
Remember... what?
Vasquez:
There was a dead body lying in front of us. Yet you expect me to be calm?
Phoenix:
(You certainly seemed calm enough when I accused you of murder! *sigh*)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Wait a second! Wouldn't that be the other way around!?
Vasquez:
The other way around?
Phoenix:
You discovered a murdered body, and one person was missing, right? Wouldn't you normally go looking for the missing person!?
Judge:
Hmm... I have to agree with the defense on this one. Well, Ms. Vasquez?
Vasquez:
Hmph. Logically speaking, perhaps. But no one there was thinking very logically, I assure you. Also. Without his Steel Samurai costume, Powers doesn't really stand out. We often left him on the bus when shooting at location. No one noticed he was missing.
Phoenix:
(Poor Powers...)
Judge:
Hmm... Well, I suppose that explains that. Very well, Ms. Vasquez. You may continue.
Back off
Phoenix:
(I'll hold off. She'd just blow off anything I had to say, anyway.)
Vasquez:
I immediately called the police. Then Powers showed up.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What was everyone else doing at that time?
Vasquez:
No one said a thing. It was silent. Completely silent. So we stood there until Powers finally arrived on the scene. "Sorry! Sorry I'm late!" Then... silence. Dead silence.
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
...
...
Vasquez:
Silent.
Maya:
Hey... Hey, Nick. Why's everyone so quiet? Someone should do something to lighten things up!
Vasquez:
The security lady, Oldbag, was quite agitated. Pointing at Powers, saying "he did it!"
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
(Oldbag... the security lady.) Why did the security lady think Powers had done it?
Vasquez:
She said because she saw him going toward the studio.
Phoenix:
(Right... the Steel Samurai.)
Press harder
Phoenix:
Did the detective arrest Mr. Powers based solely on the security lady's word?
Vasquez:
Perhaps not. She seems to have given the detective that photograph... Of course, I heard all this after the fact.
Phoenix:
(That photograph... meaning the one taken by the security camera.)
Vasquez:
She's not known for exhibiting the best sense of judgment when it comes to Hammer.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. I don't think there's anything in there I can use.)
Back off
Phoenix:
(I'll hold back, I think. I'm sure she's already anticipated anything I could throw at her.)
Vasquez:
I asked to be left out of the proceedings.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You "asked to be left out"?
Vasquez:
Yes. It seems that everyone else was questioned. And I'm really not fond of that sort of thing.
Phoenix:
But, you can't decide who the police will and won't question!
Vasquez:
Thankfully, the studio thinks otherwise. They were nice enough to understand that, since we were in a meeting... There was no way we could be involved. Thus, they covered for us.
Phoenix:
(Covered for you... or covered it up for you? There must have been a lot riding on it, with all those bigwigs at the meeting... I'm sure her "professionals" helped convince everyone they didn't require questioning.)
Vasquez:
I went back to the trailer to get my script and direction notes.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The script and your direction notes?
Vasquez:
Yes, they're quite valuable. It wouldn't do to have them stolen.
Phoenix:
No, I guess not.
Press harder
Phoenix:
Wait a second! I thought you came to Studio One for a rehearsal! Why didn't you bring your script and notes!?
Vasquez:
Well, I was under the impression that we wouldn't be able to rehearse anything.
Phoenix:
Why?
Vasquez:
There was a murder, after all! Who could think of rehearsing after that!
Phoenix:
(Oh, yeah, I guess...)
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Ms. Vasquez, please continue...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor!!! I have an objection to the witness's last statement!
Phoenix:
(Huh...!?)
Edgeworth:
Think! Ms. Vasquez said she didn't bring the script because there wouldn't be a rehearsal. Don't you see what that means? She would have had to know about the murder before going to Studio One!
Vasquez:
...!
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
What you have just said... is a reasonable observation. However, I find it hard to understand why the prosecution would make such a move! Or are you thinking of a career change to defense!?
Edgeworth:
... I... appreciate the concern, Your Honor. I will stand by my statement, however, regardless of how the court sees my role here. Now, Ms. Vasquez... Do you have an explanation?
Phoenix:
(I can't believe Edgeworth is helping me!)
Vasquez:
Hmph. So the prosecution is in cahoots with the defense? What kind of court is this? No matter. I think you misunderstood me. I had a perfectly good reason to believe there would be no rehearsal.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, the witness will change her testimony to reflect this reason.
Change statement:
"Then I went home." to "I knew that Hammer was injured and couldn't do any action scenes, so I left them behind."
Back off
Phoenix:
(I'll hold back, I think. I'm sure she's already anticipated anything I could throw at her.)
Vasquez:
Then I went home.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you weren't questioned?
Vasquez:
That's correct. I find these things... distasteful.
Press harder
Phoenix:
Thinking back to when we first began this trial... We were under the impression that there was no one in the trailer at all.
Vasquez:
I suppose.
Phoenix:
Why is that?
Vasquez:
Well, we were in a meeting the whole afternoon. What's the point of talking about that to the police?
Phoenix:
(She has got to be the least guilt-ridden guilty person I've ever met...)
Back off
Phoenix:
(I'll hold back for now. I'm sure she's anticipated anything I had to say...)
Vasquez:
I knew that Hammer was injured and couldn't do any action scenes, so I left them behind.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How did you know about the injury?
Vasquez:
H-how did I know!? Sal. He told me.
Phoenix:
(Sal the director... Hm...)
Present Powers's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You "knew that Hammer was injured"...?"
Maya:
You have to find something to peg this on her here... Or everything we've done till now will have been wasted! I believe in you, Nick! Go get 'em!
Phoenix:
You "knew that Hammer was injured"...? Don't you think that's a little funny? I mean, it was the Steel Samurai who was injured! It was Will Powers!
Vasquez:
Wh... what!?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Explain yourself!
Phoenix:
Yes, Mr. Hammer is dragging his leg in this photo. But that's because he was pretending to be Mr. Powers!
Vasquez:
P-pretending...?
Phoenix:
One person was inured in the run-through that morning. That person was Mr. Powers, not Mr. Hammer! Now, why did you think it was Mr. Hammer who was injured?
Vasquez:
...! I-I already said it was Sal who told me! Th-that's right! He must have gotten it wrong.
Phoenix:
I think not. Mr. Manella was at the run-through that morning. He would have known it was Mr. Powers who was injured. He saw it happen! Why would he tell you the wrong person? Ms. Vasquez!
You heard Mr. Manella wrong
Phoenix:
You must have heard Mr. Manella wrong! Even though he said Mr. Powers was injured... You thought he was talking about Mr. Hammer!
Vasquez:
... Now that you mention it... Yes, I believe you're right. I'm sure that's what happened.
Phoenix:
Yeah! ...
Maya:
Nick! You're supposed to be putting her on the spot, not helping her out!
Phoenix:
Oh, right... I kind of talked myself out of that one, didn't I?
Maya:
Quick! Start over!
Leads back to:
"Ms. Vasquez!"
You saw Hammer limping
Leads to:
"Actually, you didn't hear anything from Mr. Manella."
Phoenix:
Actually, you didn't hear anything from Mr. Manella. You saw Mr. Hammer limping with your own eyes!
Judge:
Yes, but... Wasn't it Mr. Powers who was injured...?
Phoenix:
Yes, but remember! Mr. Hammer was dragging his leg, too! He was pretending to be Mr. Powers!
Judge:
Aah!
Phoenix:
And when was he doing this...?
Edgeworth:
Well... It would have been after he put on the Steel Samurai costume... and went to Studio Two. Where he was murdered!
Phoenix:
Exactly! Ms. Vasquez! You met him, didn't you? You saw the Steel Samurai limping! And Mr. Hammer was in that Steel Samurai suit! That's why you were confused! That's why you thought it was Mr. Hammer who had been injured that morning!
Vasquez:
...!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! I will have order!
Edgeworth:
Witness! Can you refute this claim?
Vasquez:
Hrrmmmm... hmph! ... ...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, let's see you sneak out of this one, Vasquez!)
Vasquez:
... Very well! I have a question for you!
Phoenix:
(Urk... Why are the real killers always so... persistent?)
Vasquez:
Why in the world would I want Mr. Hammer dead? Yes, he'd fallen on hard times, but he was a star! I had nothing to gain from his death! Nothing!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, you would need a motive. Why would she have killed the victim? If there is a reason, it is unclear to this court. Does the defense have anything to say on the matter? In other words, can you prove she had a motive?
Of course I can prove it!
Leads to:
"Okay."
Of course I can't prove it!
Maya:
Nick, no! Saying you can't prove it now would be admitting defeat! She'll get away!
Phoenix:
But... but what proof could I possibly have!?
Maya:
I don't care if it's impossible, you still have to fight this one!
Phoenix:
Ugh...
Leads to:
"Okay."
Phoenix:
Okay. I have proof, and I'll show it to you! I present to the court evidence as to Ms. Vasquez's motive in this murder.
Present Five-Year-Old Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is my proof!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Psst, Maya, look. This is it.
Maya:
...! Why... are you showing that to me, Nick? And why are you whispering?
Phoenix:
I was just testing it out on you.
Maya:
Huh. Well, I'm afraid your test results are negative.
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hurry up with it! We have a certain tempo we have to maintain here!
Phoenix:
Yes... yes, Your Honor. Right. Here goes!
Leads back to:
"I present to the court evidence as to Ms. Vasquez’s motive in this murder."
Phoenix:
This is my proof!
Judge:
This is... the photo from before?
Phoenix:
This photo reveals the motive in this murder!
Vasquez:
...!
Phoenix:
I'm right, aren't I, Ms. Vasquez?
Vasquez:
Hrrrrrrm... hmph!
Phoenix:
Five years ago, Mr. Hammer was at the height of his fame. With Dee Vasquez's help, a terrible accident was swept under the carpet... Ladies and gentlemen, the case currently up for trial... It began on that day, five years ago!
Vasquez:
...
Phoenix:
Ironically enough, that accident precipitated Mr. Hammer's fall... His fall from stardom!
Edgeworth:
His guilt weighed him down, no doubt.
Phoenix:
However! You, Dee Vasquez, used Mr. Hammer. You made him work for you for petty change!
Vasquez:
Hmph!
Edgeworth:
Bringing us to the present day... and Mr. Hammer's last role as the Evil Magistrate!
Phoenix:
Yes! Undoubtedly, it was a constant source of shame for the ex-star...
Edgeworth:
Hmm...
Judge:
One moment, Mr. Wright. We are talking about motives, here... yet you have only talked about Mr. Hammer. It almost seems as if... As if it was Mr. Hammer who had killed Dee Vasquez, not the other way around! What motive would Ms. Vasquez have?
Vasquez:
Y-yes, that's right. According to what you say... I would have no reason to kill Hammer. He was a good source of income for me! And I never get rid of useful men. It's a policy of mine.
Judge:
Mr. Wright? Please explain Ms. Vasquez's motive for murder.
Reveal evidence
Phoenix:
Okay... Allow me to present to the court evidence proving Ms. Vasquez's motive!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is my proof!"
Phoenix:
This is my proof!
Judge:
And... this tells us why Ms. Vasquez wanted to kill Mr. Hammer?
Vasquez:
I’d say all it proves is that the defense attorney has completely lost his marbles.
Phoenix:
(Urk!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! The court requests that you find your marbles immediately. And, I'm afraid I have to penalize your [sic] for this waste of the court's time.
Maya:
Nick! We’re so close! Think this one through, please!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, I'll ask you again.
Leads back to:
"Please explain Ms. Vasquez's motive for murder."
She had no motive
Leads to:
"She had no motive, Your Honor."
Phoenix:
She had no motive, Your Honor.
Judge:
What's that now!?
Phoenix:
It was Mr. Hammer who was out for blood! All Ms. Vasquez did was push him off the stairs... in self defense!
Edgeworth:
What's that now!?
Phoenix:
It's simple! Mr. Hammer was intending to kill Ms. Vasquez!
Edgeworth:
Wha-!? WHAT!?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Jack Hammer drugged Mr. Powers with sleeping pills! Jack Hammer snuck into the dressing room and stole the Steel Samurai costume! Jack Hammer wore the costume to fool the security lady into thinking he was Powers! Then Jack Hammer made his way to the trailer! And for what purpose, you ask? To kill Dee Vasquez, who had so cruelly taken advantage of him all those years!
Phoenix:
So, you did do it, didn't you?
Vasquez:
... Yes. I am guilty. It was me...
"Someone call an ambulance!"
"Th-there's blood everywhere! We're too late!"
"Aah! Ms. Vasquez!"
"What...? What happened here!?"
"Manuel fell from the trailer stairs...!"
"Manuel! Manuel!"
"Ms. Vasquez, please, try to remain calm..."
"No...! No! How could this...?"
"It was an accident..."
"Mr. Hammer was doing an action scene and..."
"No! Manuel! Manuel!!!"
"D-don't touch him! Ms. Vasquez!"
"Nooooooooooooo!"
"Please... please don't die."
"Please..."
Vasquez:
Congratulations, Mr. Wright. I lose... again.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth... Where's Dee Vasquez?
Edgeworth:
In the waiting lobby, Your Honor. As calm and collected as ever...
Judge:
I see... Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
It appears you have brought about yet another miracle.
Phoenix:
I... thank you, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
I think not, Your Honor. Will Powers was innocent. That he should be found so is only natural... not a miracle.
Judge:
... Yes. Yes, you're right. Very well. This court finds the defendant, Mr. Will Powers...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. The court is adjourned!
October 20, 1:12 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Will:
I... I don’t know what to say! Thank you so much!
Phoenix:
I’m just glad you’re okay.
Will:
Yes... but... it's sad. I know now that Mr. Hammer stole my costume. It's bad enough that he wanted to kill Ms. Vasquez... But to think that he tried to frame me for the murder! It makes me sad... Tell me why, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
H-huh?
Will:
Tell me! Why did Mr. Hammer want to blame me...?
I don't know
Phoenix:
I guess we'll never know.
Will:
Y-yes, of course.
Phoenix:
(Whew... I'm not sure I wanted to go down that road.)
Leads to:
"Congratulations, WP!"
Show evidence
Phoenix:
Well, this is what I think. Mr. Hammer wanted to put the blame on you because...
Present "Path to Glory" OR Power's(?) Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
It's because you were the Steel Samurai.
Will:
Because I was the Steel Samurai?
Phoenix:
Mr. Hammer was a big star, once. But he was reduced to acting in a kids' show... and as the villain, to boot! The kids love the Steel Samurai. And so, he hated you.
Will:
I... I think I understand. H-he could have just told me. I would have changed places with him any time!
Phoenix:
(I think you’re missing the point...)
Will:
... Thank you. I'm just glad it's all over.
Phoenix:
(So am I... so am I...)
Leads to:
"Congratulations, WP!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Will:
... S-sorry? What does that mean?
Phoenix:
Yeah, what does that mean, Maya?
Maya:
Um, Nick? You know that problem of yours? That problem where you present evidence that makes no sense? You're doing it again.
Phoenix:
(Oh...)
Will:
...?
Leads to:
"Congratulations, WP!"
Maya:
Congratulations, WP!
Will:
Oh? Oh! Heh heh. Thanks to you, I'll be able to don the Steel Samurai outfit once more! I can't wait to get back into that sweaty costume and... ...? Is... something wrong?
Maya:
N-no! O-of course not... Aah! N-Nick! Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
... Say something, Wright. I'm not good at small talk.
Phoenix:
Huh? What? ... Umm... that was too bad, Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
You don't waste any time gloating, do you?
Phoenix:
No... I really wanted to thank you. Vasquez would have gotten away if you hadn't stepped in.
Will:
Ah, uh, pleased to meet you. I'm Powers. *sniff*
Edgeworth:
Ah, er, Edgeworth. I'm a big fan of your work, Mr. Powers.
Phoenix:
(Liar!)
Edgeworth:
... Wright. I must say, I hadn't expected to meet you again after all these years.
Maya:
Meet "again"...?
Edgeworth:
However. In retrospect, it would have been better had we not met. Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary... feelings.
Phoenix:
Unnecessary feelings?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Unease... and uncertainty.
Phoenix:
Aren’t those kind of necessary?
Edgeworth:
They only serve to get in my way. You listen to me, Phoenix Wright. Don't ever show your face in front of me again. That's what I came here to tell you.
Will:
Umm... Mr. Wright? Is... this guy your friend?
Maya:
What? Friends? As if! They’re rivals! Rivals! Right, Nick?
Phoenix:
For now we are... I guess.
Maya:
Huh!? Why do I get the feeling I'm missing something? C'mon, Nick! Tell me! What’s the deal with you and Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
And so the curtain closes on another trial... I caused quite a stir by revealing that accident from five years ago. It was the talk of the town. Thankfully, Global Studios rethought its programming change. They went back to making kids' shows again.
Maya:
Nick! This is it! The new show starts today! You're going to watch it with me, right?
Phoenix:
(I'll admit, I was kind of surprised... I didn't think they'd seriously go through with it...)
Maya:
You have to buy trading cards too, okay! We have to trade with Cody and that assistant!
Phoenix:
Fine, fine. I'll do it.
Maya:
Isn't it great that WP gets to play the lead again? I wonder if they'll show his real face this time...
Phoenix:
I dunno... I don't think the world is ready for the real Will Powers...
THE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court see no reason to further prolong the trial.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh...)
Judge:
This court finds the defendant, Mr. Will Powers...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
Turnabout Serenade
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Episode 3Turnabout Serenade
Let's rock!!!
Klavier:
We love you! Rock on, everyone! This party's not over yet! Get out your handkerchiefs for our special guest! That's right, baby! The night's just getting started!
Thank you for coming to the Gavinners: "Guilty as Charged" Tour! This ends the first part of tonight's show. There will now be a 20-minute intermission.
July 7, 8:05 PM
Backstage Hallway
Trucy:
This is so cool! Us, at a Gavinners concert! 
Apollo:
Huh? Did you say something? My ears are still ringing... The Gavinners: putting the "sick" back in "music".
Trucy:
Well, I thought Mr. Gavin was really nice! Sending us those tickets at 20% off! They're hard to get ahold of, you know.
Apollo:
When you invite people to a concert it's usually free.
Trucy:
Let's head to his dressing room, Apollo! You know, like we're a couple of VIPs. I've always dreamed of being a VIP at a Gavinners show!
Apollo:
Um, Trucy... You didn't know who Prosecutor Gavin was before that case. What kind of fan doesn't know the lead vocalist's name?
Trucy:
Oh! This guy, well, he was more like a prince really. He let us in...
Trucy:
Klavier... What a lovely name! He's so dreamy!
Trucy:
Yeah, but I'm a girl! I'm supposed to swoon over gods of rock!
Apollo:
God-awful, maybe.
Trucy:
I bought all their stuff on the way home from the trial! I got twelve Gavinners albums, and fifteen concert videos!
Apollo:
...That was quite a bit of impulse shopping.
Trucy:
I got an advance on my next 15-years-worth of allowance.
Apollo:
...For Mr. Wright that sounds like a real act of generosity.
Apollo:
(Who would have imagined me here... ...at a Gavinners concert, watching Prosecutor Gavin "rock". To be honest... ...he was kind of cool. And I'm kind of envious. Not that I'd ever admit that to Trucy.)
Examine evidence
Attorney's badge
Back side
Apollo:
There's a number inscribed on the back of the badge. There are many numbers like it, but this one is mine. Proof that I'm an attorney. To tell the truth, I get a happy feeling inside just looking at it.
July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room
Klavier:
Ah, you made it.
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin! Thanks so much for the tickets!
Apollo:
...And the invoice you sent along with them.
Trucy:
You were incredible up on stage, Mr. Gavin!
Klavier:
Nothing like music to brighten the mood after a trial, ja? ...And we're almost ready for our next act. I'm looking forward to it myself.
Trucy:
Lamiroir's singing, right!? The "Siren of the Ballad"?
Apollo:
Oh yeah... That flyer said she flew all the way over for this show.
Klavier:
That's right. I happened to catch her show while overseas. Her voice... is divine. I knew I had to invite her to perform with us.
???:
Lamiroir says... "You praise me too highly."
Apollo:
(Whoa! Who's this guy? He's huge!)
Klavier:
Ah, allow me to introduce Mr. Romein LeTouse. ...Lamiroir's manager. And her interpreter, incidentally.
LeTouse:
It is a great honor for us to be here. And a great honor for Lamiroir to be heard in this country.
???:
[Borginese speaking]....
Apollo:
(That voice... I wish I could understand it... It's beautiful.)
???:
[Borginese speaking]....
Trucy:
Ooooh! It's Lamiroir! I'm actually meeting Lamiroir!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir... Mysterious songstress... Her quiet, deep song glides through the air... Lilting above a sparse, but elegant piano accompaniment. Now this is music. She's a real artist.)
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]....
LeTouse:
Lamiroir says... "We have long looked forward to this joint performance."
Klavier:
Ah, Lamiroir... Your voice... ...It is art.
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]....
LeTouse:
"Yet without his piano to guide me... ...it is but a voice."
???:
....................
Apollo:
(I've seen this kid somewhere before.)
Trucy:
He plays piano at all of Lamiroir's concerts! He's cute! And he's a really good pianist.
Apollo:
Good pianists are a dying breed, I hear.
LeTouse:
Allow me to introduce Machi Tobaye. ...He is blind. This is why he never strays far from Lamiroir. They are always together.
Machi:
....................
Apollo:
(They're like characters from some fairy tale..)
Trucy:
Lamiroir's so, um, what's that word... Exotic! ...And mysterious!
Apollo:
She does seem quite pretty. At least, her eyes do.
Klavier:
Hers is a kind of "sight-seeing musique"...
Trucy:
Huh?
Klavier:
She travels the globe, putting the sights she sees into song. Even though her appearance and voice are exotic... ...her songs remind us of something close, and warm.
Trucy:
Sights into song... That's so poetic!
Klavier:
She was gracious enough to put music to my lyrics tonight. "The Guitar's Serenade". ...I hope you enjoy it.
Trucy:
I can't wait!
Klavier:
...And now it is time. For the next part, we're giving the Gavinners's hard rock a little rest. Lamiroir, the stage is yours.
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]....
LeTouse:
The band members will not play during Lamiroir's ballad. Only Machi's tender tones, and Lamiroir's dulcet voice...
Klavier:
...And my guitar, of course.
Trucy:
Woo hoo! Nights like this make it all worthwhile, you know!
Apollo:
(I should have learned to play the guitar. There's not much romance in Chords of Steel.)
Klavier:
Shall we hit the stage, then?
Trucy:
Good luck, Mr. Gavin!
Klavier:
Take care your hearts aren't stolen away, ja?
Trucy:
Let's get back to the concert hall, Polly!
Sugar, Sugar...
O that night, in your embrace.
When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight.
Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody
It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.
Woh... Woh...
Burning on in my heart. Fire.
Burn my love away. All away.
Like a bullet of love. Fire.
Take my life away. All away.
Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky.
July 7, 9:05 PM
Backstage Hallway
Trucy:
Wow, wasn't Lamiroir amazing? I *sniffle* I even cried a little!
Apollo:
I was surprised Prosecutor Gavin actually burned his guitar.
Trucy:
Yeah! That even surprised me, and I'm a magician! What a production!
Apollo:
What a destruction. (I don't think Prosecutor Gavin was expecting it either, oddly. He looked as surprised as I was.)
Trucy:
Is that what they call "risking life and limb for art"? I think he's my new hero!
Apollo:
I'm not sure I'd call that "art".
Trucy:
Well, what are we doing here? Let's get going to Mr. Gavin's dressing room! There's twenty minutes till the last part of the show!
Apollo:
How many breaks does this band need?
July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room
Klavier:
What the heck was that!? I was never consulted about it!
Staff:
S-Sorry, Mr. Gavin, sir! I've asked the man in charge...
Klavier:
I play new rock, not Great Balls of Fire! Speaking of fire, I have a good mind to fire whoever's responsible!
Trucy:
...He seems upset.
Klavier:
Apollo Justice! Were you the one who tried to torch me!?
Apollo:
Hey, I didn't do it!
Trucy:
So much for risking your life for art...
Klavier:
"The Guitar's Serenade" is ruined! Ruined!
Trucy:
Well, let's try to talk to him at least.
Apollo:
...I'm not sure that's the best move right now.
Examine
Black gloves
Apollo:
Those are some pretty heavy-duty gloves. Maybe they have to carry around hot pots or something?
Trucy:
They are a little thick. I couldn't even stuff a pigeon in those.
Apollo:
...... That's exactly what I was thinking.
Bowl of stew
Apollo:
Why is that plastic bowl of stew sitting there?
Trucy:
Maybe they use it for interrogating bad guys... "'Fess up to what you did, and we'll let you eat that stew!"
Apollo:
That's just mean.
Trucy:
It gets worse! See, if the bad guy confesses, they say: "OK, eat it... If you can! See, it's made of plastic!" It's like, you don't know which ones are the real bad guys!
Apollo:
I think you need to take a deep breath, Trucy.
Chains
Apollo:
This place is decorated like a high-school dance. Though I think our decorations were paper, not... chains.
Trucy:
The Gavinners are into chains. It's part of their image.
Apollo:
Huh, no kidding.
Trucy:
Ever since they used chains on the cover art for "Gunna Lock U Up".
Apollo:
They're really into the whole police thing, aren't they.
Trucy:
It'd be cooler if they turned that red light on.
Apollo:
...They don't have to turn on the red light.
Cruiser Guitar
Trucy:
Ooh! A "Cruiser Guitar"! They sold those to commemorate five years of the band.
Apollo:
Rocking it hard... under the speed limit.
Trucy:
There's a "Cruiser Bass", and a "Cruiser Drum Set", and a "Cruiser Keyboard"... ...Even a "Cruiser Whistle".
Apollo:
...I'm not so sure about that last one.
Trucy:
It's for blowing the whistle on criminals!
Apollo:
...I don't think that requires an actual whistle, Trucy.
Lipstick on mirror
Apollo:
Someone drew the Gavinners's mark in lipstick here.
Trucy:
Lipstick... I'd like to wear lipstick someday.
Apollo:
Oh? You don't use lipstick yet, Trucy?
Trucy:
Daddy won't let me. "Not until I learn to play piano," he says.
Apollo:
You'll be waiting a long time then, I'm afraid.
Police uniform
Apollo:
A police uniform hangs on the stand here.
Trucy:
Ooh! I want to try it on! "Nothing to see here, move along."
Apollo:
...It's OK, you don't have to go that far to be "special". I mean, you're not exactly the type who's "just another face in the crowd".
Trucy:
Really? You think so? Hmm... I guess you're right!
Apollo:
(...Now I feel like a meanie for making that insinuation.)
Postcards
Trucy:
Look! It's a postcard of Lamiroir!
Apollo:
What are these letters at the bottom? I've never seen these before.
Trucy:
It must be her native tongue, Borginese!
Apollo:
Borginese, huh...?
Postcard added to the Court Record.
Postcards (subsequent times)
Apollo:
It's a stack of Lamiroir's postcards. They have an air of mystery to them that matches her voice.
Red Badger Guitar
Trucy:
That guitar! That's the legendary AA-400! The "Red Badger".
Apollo:
I thought rock was supposed to be rebellious, not... civic.
Trucy:
Every aspiring guitarist wants one of these! They even paint their own guitars to look like it.
Apollo:
Ah, the fickleness of youth.
Trucy:
You should dye your hair "Badger Red", too!
Apollo:
I like my hair the way it is, thank you very much.
Trucy:
Argh, the stubbornness of age!
Speaker
Apollo:
That speaker looks familiar.
Trucy:
Oh?
Apollo:
Yeah, like the one for the P.A. system back in school.
Trucy:
Oh, we have one of those in my classroom, too!
Apollo:
(That's right, she's still in junior high. ...I feel old.)
Wall poster
Apollo:
What's a police recruitment poster doing here? "Rock on ...with the police."
Trucy:
Maybe they're trying to trick kids into thinking the police are some kind of band.
Apollo:
But that's just silly. Who'd name a band the "police"?
Move
Trucy:
Apollo! Where do you think you're going!?
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, I was just...
Trucy:
Let's talk to Mr. Gavin while we have the chance!
Apollo:
(OK, I suppose...)
Talk
The flaming guitar
Trucy:
You mean, the guitar... That wasn't part of the act?
Klavier:
Part of the act!? Who'd burn up a guitar on purpose!?
Trucy:
But, it worked really well with the lyrics just then... Burning on in my heart. Fire. Burn my love away. All away.
Klavier:
...... ! Wait, you think the audience thought it was...?
Apollo:
(Sounds like he got lucky.)
Trucy:
They probably thought it was part of the act. At least, I did.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(He got lucky, and he didn't realize it...)
Klavier:
A-Anyway, that guitar was the Ferrari of guitars! All the speed, all the sound ...and all the price. If I burned one of those at every show I'd go broke!
Apollo:
Unusually frugal for a rock band.
Trucy:
Try saying that to Mr. Gavin.
Klavier:
Achtung! Today's been one disaster after another... My hog won't run, my guitar case's broken...
Trucy:
Daddy told me there'd be days like these.
Lamiroir's song
Trucy:
W-Wasn't Lamiroir's song incredible!? You worked on it too, right, Mr. Gavin?
Klavier:
Ah, yes, thanks. It was a collaboration. I wrote the lyrics, and she wrote the melody.
Trucy:
You know... I was surprised she could sing in English...
Klavier:
I'm sure she practiced a long time for this day. Ah, here.
Apollo:
What's this...?
Klavier:
A lyrics sheet. It's yours. Signed by myself and Lamiroir.
Trucy:
Yippee! Thanks so much!
Apollo:
(All I ever get to sign are client defense agreements.)
Lyrics Sheet added to the Court Record.
Lamiroir's song (subsequent times)
Klavier:
For that song, I wrote the lyrics and she wrote the melody. It was a collaboration.
Trucy:
That's so cool... I'd love to do a collaboration myself some day, or a song...
Apollo:
You can't do a collaboration alone, you know, Trucy.
Trucy:
I know that!
Klavier:
Then practice singing those lyrics. If you get good, I'll invite you into the band.
Trucy:
Eeeek! R-Really!? I'll sing 'em every day!
Apollo:
What about your magic act?
Trucy:
...... Maybe I can be a singing and dancing magician!
Apollo:
Then you'd end up only being average in both, no?
Klavier:
Not at all. Why, I'm a rock star and a star prosecutor.
Apollo:
Urk! (That's right, he is. I'd totally forgotten.)
Trucy:
Ooh! See, you can excel in more than one thing!
Apollo:
(Ugh... I'm having trouble enough with just one thing.)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Klavier:
...... Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah?
Klavier:
Understand that I am not Prosecutor Gavin now. I am lead vocal of the Gavinners. That badge sings a different song... on a different stage.
Apollo:
Right... (I wish I had an alter-ego to hide behind sometimes.)
Postcard
Apollo:
What are those postcards there, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Eh? Lamiroir's, you mean? It's part of her PR campaign. I received a stack. You can have one if you'd like.
Apollo:
...Ah, that's good to hear. Trucy already swiped one, is why.
Trucy:
Eh! B-But that... But I... ... What's the big idea!? Making me look like a criminal... It was... a collaboration! I've always wanted to do a collaboration!
Klavier:
Usually, a collaboration is for creating, not stealing.
Apollo:
...Let the kid dream.
Lyrics Sheet
Klavier:
I wrote those lyrics, you know. Though it was Lamiroir who gave them life.
Trucy:
Wow... That's beautiful!
Apollo:
(Grr. Maybe I should try to write some lyrics someday.)
After clearing all Talk options:
Klavier:
Almost time for the third act of the night.
Trucy:
Oh! There's more?
Klavier:
Yes! Lamiroir's part is done. Now it's time for us to drop our groove again, ja? Hope you're ready to catch it.
Trucy:
Woo hoo! Ready, Apollo?
Apollo:
Uh... I think I'll pass.
Trucy:
Eh.
Apollo:
I liked the bit with Lamiroir. But the rest could use a volume knob. Turned way down.
Trucy:
Ah, Apollo, you're getting old!
Apollo:
Ack! (Does 22 quality as "old" to a 15-year-old...?)
Trucy:
Well, I'm going!
Klavier:
Let the old folks rest backstage, ja? ...Time to rock.
Apollo:
(Hey, you're older than I am!)
Examine
Black gloves
Apollo:
Thick leather gloves and sunglasses... Maybe I'll try these on... ...On second thought, no. They might be evidence for one of Prosecutor Gavin's cases.
Bowl of stew
Apollo:
A delicious bowl of stew! ...Made of plastic. Huh, the bottom of the bowl has a "G" on it. They sell these at concerts? Whatever happened to T-shirts?
Chains
Apollo:
Chains dangle from the ceiling. They aren't "glimmerous", but I bet Detective Skye'd have something to say about them.
Cruiser Guitar
Apollo:
That guitar looks like it was made out of a cop car door. ...... That's right. Trucy's not here to set me straight. Now I feel kinda lonely.
Lipstick on mirror
Apollo:
There's graffiti on the mirror... in lipstick. Wait, but the Gavinners are all guys. ...Maybe Prosecutor Gavin wears lipstick?
Police uniform
Apollo:
A police uniform. Next to it is a policeman's hat, and a pair of handcuffs. One of the band members must like the police. Must be Mr. Gavin's "bad influence". ...... I thought rock 'n' roll was all about being rebellious.
Postcards
Apollo:
A postcard of Lamiroir... I can't read a single word of the sentence at the bottom. Hmm. Trucy might want one of these. I'll show it to her next time we're here.
Red Badger Guitar
Apollo:
That's an odd guitar. The design is that character I saw in the hallway, but with sunglasses. What a strange mascot. He looks like he's crying. Since when was rock about crying? ...They should name this guy "Emo".
Speaker
Apollo:
An old-fashioned speaker hangs from the ceiling. That must be to monitor what's happening out on stage. I think we had the same kind for my school's P.A. system.
Wall poster
Apollo:
...That police officer looks ready to rock. Some kids must see this and actually want to be cops. Somehow I don't think a rocking defense attorney would work too well.
July 7
Backstage Hallway
Ema:
Hey, it's you! That Wright kid.
Apollo:
Detective Skye! (I'll let that "Wright kid" business pass.)
Ema:
Call me Ema. There's no need for titles once you've shared a bottle of fingerprinting powder!
Apollo:
That's a new one. So, um, Ema, what are you doing here?
Ema:
...Isn't it obvious? I'm snacking. You think I want to be here!? Me, in charge of security in this pit!?
Apollo:
Security...? Did something happen?
Ema:
There's no knowing with that glimmerous fop. Apparently, he's all upset because something was stolen. He wanted security back here during the concert. Where does he get off acting like he's some big rock star?
Apollo:
(...He is a big rock star.)
Ema:
Hey! You listening to me?
Apollo:
So... Where's this door here lead to?
Ema:
This one? That's Lamiroir's dressing room. Don't even think of going in there unless you want a piece of Snackoos in your face!
Apollo:
(Is she ever in a good mood, I wonder?)
Examine
Blue Badger doll
Apollo:
What's that odd looking doll doing there?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH... oh, MUNCH, that's the Blue MUNCH Badger.
Apollo:
Could you try either talking or munching, but not both?
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She hit me with a snack.)
Ema:
Serves me MUNCH right MUNCH for going MUNCH out MUNCH of MUNCH my MUNCH way MUNCH
Apollo:
...... (Sorry, I don't speak Snackoos.)
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Earpiece
Apollo:
What's this? Some kind of headset earpiece?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
Why would someone leave this in the hallway?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
Maybe Lamiroir's bodyguard dropped it?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
Ema! Will you stop eating those snacks for one second and listen!?
Ema:
Hah! If you think you're going to pull me away from my snacks just to hear you mumbling... ...on and on about whatever, you're going to be sorely disappointed!
Apollo:
(...At least I got her to stop munching.)
Instrument trunk
Apollo:
That's a pretty sturdy-looking box there. Maybe it's an instrument case. There's a guitar next to it.
Ema:
Don't even think about taking that!
Apollo:
I don't think I could even carry it...
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She Snackoo'd me.)
Left hallway door
Apollo:
That's Prosecutor Gavin's... er, the Gavinners's dressing room.
Ema:
Put so much as a hand on the door and I'll Snackoo you.
Apollo:
Hold on! But I just came out of there!
Ema:
Don't play smart with me!
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Right hallway door
Leads to:
"So this is Lamiroir's dressing room."
Vending machine
Apollo:
Come to think of it, I am a little thirsty.
Ema:
I'll have some tea.
Apollo:
...... I think I'll get a water.
Ema:
I'll have tea!
Apollo:
If you want tea so bad go buy it yourself!
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She Snackoo'd me.)
Ema:
I'll take a tea.
Wall poster
Apollo:
A Gavinners "Guilty As Charged" tour poster.
Ema:
They're plastered all over the place. It's annoying.
Apollo:
Well, this is the concert venue. It makes sense.
Ema:
Why? Everyone here is already here! Why advertise to them?
Apollo:
People like to see the poster at the concert... It's part of the experience.
Ema:
Do you have to find fault with everything I say?
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She Snackoo'd me.)
Talk
Any option
Apollo:
Um... Ema?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
(I've never seen someone eat snacks with such vehemence. Better give her a wide berth...)
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She Snackoo'd me.)
Present
Anything
Apollo:
Ema, could you take a look at this?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
Um... What do you think?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
(That must be a bottomless bag of snacks.)
Apollo:
So this is Lamiroir's dressing room.
Ema:
If you even think about going in there, I'll--
...BANG...!
Apollo:
......
Ema:
......
Apollo:
What was that?
...BANG...!
Apollo:
Was that... a gunshot?
...CRASH...!
Apollo:
(Something's going on!)
Ema:
You, out of my way!
Apollo:
E-Ema!
Ema:
Lamiroir! Lamiroir!
......
Ema:
It's not locked... I'm going in!
July 7, 9:30 PM
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
Apollo:
(What's that awful noise... Oh, it's the concert.) Aaack! That's-- (It's Lamiroir's manager! Mister what's-his-name...)
Ema:
LeTouse! Oh no... Hey, you!
Apollo:
M-Me?
Ema:
Watch this room for me. I have to call for backup!
Apollo:
R-Right, understood. You want me to make sure no one comes in, right?
Ema:
And don't touch anything! I'll be right back!
Apollo:
(...What's going on? I just talked to him, and now...)
LeTouse:
......Nnnh......
Apollo:
...! (He... He's alive!) Mr. LeTouse! Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
...Sh...Shot. ...I was...shot.
Apollo:
Who? Who shot you!?
LeTouse:
...I don't know... Ask...
Apollo:
Ask? Ask what?
LeTouse:
Ask... wi...witness...
Apollo:
Witness... There was a witness!? Who!?
LeTouse:
...Cold... so cold... Witness...
Apollo:
You're cold? D-Don't worry, you're going to be fine! Help is on the way!
LeTouse:
...Can't s...see...
Apollo:
Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse! Tell me, who was the witness?
LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...
Apollo:
(..."Siren"? How can a siren witness anything...?) Mr. LeTouse! Yipes! Ema!? (What was that!?) Wh-Who's there!?
Ema:
What's wrong?
Apollo:
Ema! Did you see anyone just now!?
Ema:
Huh? No...
Apollo:
(I could have sworn I heard a door close...)
Ema:
The concert's been cancelled. Backup's on its way. Is Mr. LeTouse... ...He's dead, isn't he? That's terrible.
Apollo:
...! (I lost him!)
Apollo:
(Romein LeTouse... shot. And I heard his last words... "The witness is the siren"... Whatever that means.)
July 7
Backstage Hallway
???:
The venue's locked down. We took names and addresses before letting the crowd go.
Klavier:
Good work, Daryan.
???:
I'll let you know if I find out anything about the victim. Later.
Klavier:
It's investigation time, then, ja, Fräulein Detective?
Ema:
I don't need some rock 'n' rolling prosecutor to tell me that.
Klavier:
One request I must make... Tell no one, on staff or otherwise, anything of this.
Trucy:
Ooh, a gag order!
Klavier:
No word gets out, other than that Mr. LeTouse is dead. No word of the cause of death, or of the murder.
Apollo:
Tell no one... Not even Lamiroir?
Klavier:
Not even her. We must keep everything under wraps. Oh, one other thing. I'll need your signature on this, Herr Forehead. Yours too, Fräulein.
Apollo:
On that? Hmm... An "Investigation Request"...?
Trucy:
Why just us?
Klavier:
You two are civilians. It's standard procedure.
Apollo:
(That should be OK to sign, I think...)
Signed Prosecutor Gavin's Investigation Request.
Klavier:
Right, well, get started with the investigation!
Ema:
I'm on it already!
Klavier:
Ah, and one tip for you.
Apollo:
Huh? Me?
Klavier:
Try not to get in the Fräulein detective's way. ...She's in a foul mood today.
Apollo:
(Gee, I wonder why...)
Apollo:
(We were all questioned as witnesses... ...And now none of us can go home. We'll investigate alright. ...Our way!)
Trucy:
...Somehow I don't see us getting back to that crime scene any time soon.
Apollo:
I still can't believe I was there when it happened. Not an experience I care to repeat any time soon.
Trucy:
This is no time for navel-gazing! Let's crack this case!
Apollo:
(I worry about Trucy. She seems to have a very loose idea of what it means to be an "attorney". Of course, that's not surprising considering who her father is...)
Trucy:
Something the matter?
Apollo:
No... Let's get cracking!
Apollo:
(I'm the only one who was there... The only one who heard Mr. LeTouse's last words.)
LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...
Apollo:
(First order of business is to find out what he meant by "siren"!)
Examine
Blue Badger doll
Trucy:
That's the Blue Badger, the police mascot!
Apollo:
Does the Blue Badger have something to do with the band?
Trucy:
Well, yeah! The Blue Badger is the Gavinners's mascot, too!
Apollo:
Huh. Go figure.
Trucy:
I hear those things fly off the shelves.
Apollo:
(I'll have to take a closer look at one some day.)
Earpiece
Trucy:
What's that? It looks like some kind of future-phone!
Apollo:
Not a phone, a transceiver. It's called a "headset".
Trucy:
What's a headset doing on the floor? Wait! Do you think Mr. LeTouse might have been wearing it? Like one of those bodyguards?
Apollo:
Hmm. I don't think he was wearing one when we first met. (The L.E.D. on this thing is lit. It must be on.)
Instrument trunk
Apollo:
Looks like an instrument case. A big instrument case.
Trucy:
There's a great magic trick you can do with one of these!
Apollo:
Huh? What kind?
Trucy:
The "Miraculous Beautiful Girl Escapes the Case" illusion.
Apollo:
So it's the girl who's miraculous, not the escape?
Trucy:
So picky!
Left hallway door
Apollo:
That's the Gavinners's dressing room. The crime scene was Lamiroir's dressing room... ...Next door.
Trucy:
Never know where clues might be hiding, Apollo! Let's case this joint!
Apollo:
(After you, Trucy, P.I.)
Right hallway door
Apollo:
Lamiroir's dressing room...
Trucy:
The scene of the crime!
Apollo:
We're not supposed to go in there.
Trucy:
But aren't we involved? Aren't we duty-bound to investigate!?
Apollo:
Sadly, no. (Though, the situation being what it is... Now may be our best chance to do some snooping...)
Vending machine
Trucy:
I'm thirsty, Apollo!
Apollo:
...Want something to drink?
Trucy:
Hmm... How about... this one! A Steel Samurai Soda!
Apollo:
("Now in Real Steel flavor.") ...Hmm.
Trucy:
Huh?
Apollo:
...Here, my treat.
Trucy:
Hey! This isn't enough change.
Apollo:
The machines outside are cheaper. This one is highway robbery.
Wall poster
Apollo:
A concert poster for the "Guilty as Charged" Tour.
Trucy:
I love that name! "Guilty As Charged"!
Apollo:
...Seems kind of negative to me.
Trucy:
Well, why don't we do the opposite! Magician Trucy presents the "Innocent as Charged" tour!
Apollo:
It kind of loses its impact, doesn't it?
July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room
Trucy:
Huh. Looks like nobody's here.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin's probably busy with the case, too. No rest for the wicked.
Trucy:
No rest for us, either, Apollo! Let's get rocking! Rock, rock!
July 7
In the Wings
Trucy:
Hmm. The stage looks empty.
Apollo:
I was hoping to get a chance to talk to Prosecutor Gavin...
Trucy:
Oh well. Nothing to do but go to the crime scene, I guess!
Apollo:
I guess...
Examine
Computer
Apollo:
Look at all these electronic devices. I'm guessing they have something to do with sound.
Trucy:
Why guess when we can fiddle? Hmm... let's see here...
Apollo:
Don't touch that!
Trucy:
A healthy curiosity is the key to a good investigation! When in doubt, fiddle! That's what Daddy always says.
Apollo:
(They should require parental testing, clearly...)
Guitar case
Apollo:
Now that's a big instrument case.
Trucy:
That's a case for a contrabass, I think.
Apollo:
You could fit twenty violins in there, I bet.
Trucy:
It may look like a violin, but it's a completely different instrument!
Apollo:
You could fit five Trucys in there, I bet.
Trucy:
Hey! Are you comparing me to an instrument? Hmm. I wonder who left it sitting open like that.
(Step)ladder
Apollo:
Look, a ladder. I guess they need one to work on the lights and such.
Trucy:
Why don't they use a stepladder? I prefer stepladders, really. ...Is that so wrong?
Apollo:
Not wrong, just... well, why do you prefer stepladders?
Trucy:
...... They're so much more flexible than plain old ladders!
Apollo:
...... (I prefer my ladders rigid and stable, thank you.)
Piano
Trucy:
Wow, that piano looks much bigger close up! Machi played so beautifully...
Apollo:
Yeah, like a real pianist.
Trucy:
That's just silly, Apollo! How can you call someone as good as Machi a "pianist"? Why, that's like throwing him in the same class as Daddy!
Apollo:
...Good thing Mr. Wright didn't hear that one.
Stage
Trucy:
What a big stage! It's on a whole other scale than the Wonder Bar!
Apollo:
The lights were so bright I couldn't see the whole first part of the concert.
Trucy:
I'd love to do my act on a stage like this some day!
Apollo:
Just hold back on the lights, for my eyes' sake, please.
Trucy:
You'll be too blinded by my magic to worry about lights!
Apollo:
You probably don't want to blind the audience if you plan on showing them magic.
July 7Lamiroir's Dressing Room
Ema:
Oh, it's you. I figured you'd come.
Apollo:
You have to let us investigate the scene, please!
Ema:
You're attorneys, no? Shouldn't you wait until you have a client...?
Apollo:
(LeTouse did tell me to ask the witness, the siren... ...With his dying breath, no less. Doesn't that count?)
Ema:
...G-Glare at me all you want, you'll get no snacks from me.
Trucy:
Please! Think of poor Lamiroir!
Ema:
Hmph. Oh well, I suppose. You did find the body with me.
Apollo:
Great! Let's get to it!
Trucy:
Right!
Ema:
Just try not to touch anything!
Apollo:
(She's letting us look! And she's not munching her snacks! This bodes well. There are clues here, I can feel it! Leave no hanger unhung, no spot unspotted!)
Examine
Air vent
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? Your mouth is catching flies.
Apollo:
Ah? Um, nothing. It's nothing.
Ema:
"Maybe that's how the killer escaped." ...That's what you were thinking, right?
Apollo:
Eh.
Ema:
When we arrived on the scene, the killer had already fled. He or she must have had a way out. And that air vent is one possibility.
Trucy:
But it's much too small.
Apollo:
Hmm... Not if the killer were about your size, Trucy...
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
I didn't do it!
Apollo:
Eh.
Trucy:
I was cutting up the dance floor at the time, thank you!
Apollo:
I know, I know! Of course I don't think you did it.
Trucy:
It's hard to tell with you, sometimes, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Hey! What have I done?)
Brooch
Trucy:
Ooh, what a pretty brooch! Oh, Ema...?
Ema:
You're not going to say, "Can I have it, please," are you?
Trucy:
Oh.
Ema:
Look you may be a cute little girl of fifteen... ...but that doesn't get you any special treatment with me!
Trucy:
Oh...
Apollo:
It's not healthy to envy the young, Ema.
Ema:
It's not about envy! It's about tampering with evidence!
Apollo:
(Note to self: Ema lacks a sense of humor. Use caution.)
Ema:
You need to learn to respect your elders a little!
Apollo:
(...Something seems so familiar about that brooch.)
Brooch added to the Court Record.
Brooch (subsequent times)
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
(Trucy's still after that brooch, clearly...)
Ema:
No way! If you want one that bad, get your daddy to buy it for you!
Trucy:
Daddy always says: "Trucy, if you want something go find or borrow it." Oh, and "When in doubt, beg."
Ema:
Leave it to Mr. Wright...
Apollo:
(I'm a little concerned for Trucy's future... But I'm more concerned about the owner of that brooch.)
Bullet holes
Trucy:
Are these... bullet holes?
Apollo:
Looks like it. There are two here in the wall.
Ema:
From the look of it, the victim was shot once in the shoulder. The first shot must have missed.
Trucy:
But there are two holes. Wouldn't that mean two misses?
Ema:
The murder weapon is a 45-caliber revolver. It's very powerful. I believe what we're seeing here... ...is the mark left by the second bullet after it passed through his shoulder!
Trucy:
Ouch... Sounds painful.
Apollo:
(No kidding. I wonder about this murder weapon...)
Fruit basket
Trucy:
Ooh! Apollo! Can I eat some of those, please!?
Ema:
Absolutely not!
Trucy:
I know. I know! But still, I yearn!
Ema:
Look, you're not the only one eyeing that fruit here.
Trucy:
Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's eat!
Ema:
Right!
Apollo:
Whoa whoa whoa! Stop it! Are you two crazy? Ema, you of all people should know better...
Ema:
But she tempted me! She's a... She's a temptress!
Apollo:
(Please, grow up...)
(Step)ladder
Apollo:
Huh, another ladder.
Trucy:
Actually, it's technically a stepladder.
Apollo:
Well hello, Ms. Fancy Pants! Please forgive my lack of ladder discrimination.
Trucy:
! ......
Ema:
I'm less worried about the stepladder, and more worried about why it's there.
Apollo:
(Why is the ladder there? Well, to climb, right? To reach something on the ceiling?)
Trucy:
...... I still say it's a stepladder.
Poster next to TV
Apollo:
What's this poster...?
Trucy:
Let's see... "This Summer: A Legal Eagles Production of 'Case Closed'." ...Looks like a poster for a different show.
Apollo:
...One I wouldn't mind seeing real soon.
Poster over TV
Apollo:
There's another Gavinners poster here.
Ema:
I'm just about sick of seeing those, personally. Maybe I'll tear it down! Ha ha!
Apollo:
No tampering with the crime scene, Ema!
Ema:
Hmph. Maybe there's something else I can tear to shreds...
Trucy:
D-Don't look at me!
Speaker
Apollo:
That speaker was blaring at the time of the murder...
Ema:
Ah, that's for monitoring the stage from this room.
Trucy:
Monitoring?
Ema:
It pipes in a real-time feed from the stage microphones. Useful for knowing when your set is coming up.
Apollo:
Yes, I seem to recall it being loud and vaguely musical. (It made it hard to hear Mr. LeTouse's last words.)
Television
Trucy:
Ah, ah, Apollo! Look at that thing! It's huge! That... That's a TV!!!
Apollo:
Um, yeah, a wide flatscreen TV. I want one of those.
Ema:
You'll be wanting for a long time on your salary, junior. Wait till you're as famous as Mr. Wright was, then dream.
Trucy:
I don't think Daddy was ever rich, even when he was in law.
Apollo:
Great, just stomp on my dreams why don't you.
Flower bouquet
Apollo:
What an amazing bouquet. I mean, it's giant.
Ema:
Not sure I approve. It'd be better if this flower was a bit more... Oh.
Trucy:
Eek! The flower fell off!
Apollo:
What happened to preserving the crime scene, Ema?
Ema:
It's fine! Fine! I'll just put it back, see?
Apollo:
(How scientific...)
Hairdryer
Apollo:
This is one of those... uh, things, right? At the barbers?
Ema:
A permanent dryer. Want me to curl those bangs of yours?
Apollo:
Um, no thanks.
Trucy:
Better not mess with his hair, Ema. It's part of his identity, you know.
LeTouse's body
Trucy:
Th-That's a body, isn't it?
Ema:
Sure is. The victim, no less. Let's take a closer look.
Trucy:
Eeek! G-Go ahead, Apollo. You first.
Apollo:
Me!? No, you should go first, Trucy, really...
Ema:
Will you two stop bickering and get over here!?
Apollo:
(She's munching on Snackoos again. Hope she's not too annoyed.)
LeTouse's left hand
Trucy:
Apollo, look at this hand...
Apollo:
Hmm. He's holding something.
Ema:
Hey! No touching!
Apollo:
You can throw all the snacks at me you'd like, Ema. But sooner or later... you're going to run out of them.
Ema:
Hmm. You raise a good point. ...I'm a bit intrigued by this scene. Let's take a look.
Trucy:
Ah... see there? He's holding something! What's this...?
Apollo:
...A key ring?
Trucy:
You think it might belong to the killer!?
Ema:
Certainly a possibility...
Apollo:
(What an unusual key ring... And what unusual keys. This could be a vital clue.)
Key Ring added to the Court Record.
LeTouse's left hand (subsequent times)
Apollo:
The body was holding a key ring...
Ema:
I wonder what it could mean?
Trucy:
It must mean something!
Apollo:
It doesn't look like the kind Mr. LeTouse would use. So the question is, whose key ring is it?
Ema:
Well, you're practically a detective there, Apollo.
Trucy:
Practically!
Apollo:
...... (I'm glad it brings them so much joy to mock me.)
Smeared blood
Trucy:
Eeek! Is that... blood? Umm... Why don't you examine this one, Apollo. You know more about, uh, red stuff than I do. Yep!
Apollo:
...Says who? (Something is strange about this blood, though... Is that what it looks like?)
Mirror dresser
Apollo:
Seeing these mirrors lined up like that makes me think I'm really in a dressing room.
Ema:
You are in a dressing room. Hmm... This must be makeup. ...I've never heard of most of these brands.
Ema:
Maybe they're Borginian?
Trucy:
Well, I haven't got a clue, and I doubt those are.
Presents
Apollo:
Look at all these presents. Lamiroir sure is popular.
Trucy:
Ooh! I wonder what's inside? We... can't open them, can we?
Ema:
Probably not a good idea. You never know what you might find in one of these boxes. Bombs, razors, ransom notes... It could be anything.
Trucy:
...... I'm never having a birthday party again.
Revolver
Apollo:
This is the murder weapon, isn't it? This revolver...?
Ema:
That's right. A big 45-caliber revolver.
Trucy:
Wow. I wonder who brought this in here? I thought only police were allowed to have one of those.
Apollo:
......
Ema:
Why are you giving me that look!? I didn't do it!
Apollo:
I didn't...
Ema:
Listen, I was out in the hall eating Snackoos when it happened!
Apollo:
I know, I know! No one here thinks you did it, Ema.
Ema:
It's hard to tell with you, sometimes, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Hey! What have I done?)
Trucy:
Wait... If the killer brought a revolver... ...it must mean they had planned this from the start. That's right, right?
Revolver added to the Court Record.
Revolver (subsequent times)
Apollo:
A 45-caliber revolver, very deadly.
Trucy:
You know, Apollo, I was wondering... What's a caliber? And what does the "45" mean?
Apollo:
Huh?
Ema:
Heh, you want me to tell you? It's the size of the barrel. Simply put, the larger the caliber, the bigger the round. ...The bullet, in other words. Bigger bullets do more damage.
Apollo:
Wow, chalk one point up for forensic science.
Ema:
You know it!
Trucy:
...But it's not 45 inches, right? That'd be too big. What's the unit of measurement they use, Ms. Science? Well?
Ema:
...... Hush. Kids shouldn't ask so many questions.
Small window
Trucy:
Look, there's a little window over here! Maybe the killer escaped through that!
Apollo:
It's barely big enough for me to get my head through.
Ema:
Not to mention it only opens a crack.
Trucy:
...What? I was just saying it's possible.
Apollo:
Right, right, no harm in that. (Except I'm pretty sure it is impossible.)
Ema:
You could peek into the room through it, though, you know.
Talk
The victim
Ema:
Mr. "Romein LeTouse", wasn't it? He was Lamiroir's manager. And interpreter, apparently. This was his first time in the country.
Trucy:
Hmm... So I'm guessing he didn't know many people here.
Ema:
It doesn't seem likely. Nor can I think of anyone with a motive to murder him. ...Except for one person, of course.
Trucy:
One person...? Who?
Apollo:
Lamiroir. No one here might have had a motive, but she's from...
Trucy:
What are you talking about!?
Apollo:
Urk! H-Hey, it was Ema's idea!
Ema:
I said nothing. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
(Always with the snacks...)
Trucy:
He's a big man. Or was. I don't think even I would win in a fight with him.
Apollo:
Which is why whoever it was used a revolver, I'm guessing.
Ema:
We've sent a request to the Borginian Embassy for more info on him.
The crime
Ema:
Well, you and I know more about the crime than anyone.
Trucy:
Y-You do?
Apollo:
That's true. It was us who found the body.
Trucy:
Whaaaa-!? Hmph. I guess that's what I miss for watching the concert.
Apollo:
Hey, I wish I was watching the concert. ...Anything would be better than this.
Ema:
Well, we know the crime took place during the concert.
Apollo:
And when we heard the shot and entered the room... ...the killer was already gone.
Trucy:
What? But that doesn't make sense! You came in when you heard the shot and no one was here? How did they leave the room?
Apollo:
Hmm, that window is a little too small, isn't it?
Ema:
......
Apollo:
(The mystery of the disappearing killer...)
The murder weapon (appears after presenting Revolver)
Ema:
What do you think about this revolver?
Apollo:
Well... it's pretty big. And heavy.
Ema:
That's right. It's a 45-caliber. That makes it one of the deadliest revolvers around. Even the police don't carry guns this big.
Apollo:
Really?
Ema:
Yeah. It doesn't make sense... You don't need so much power to kill at such close range. ...It's overkill.
Trucy:
I'm not sure I see the problem. I mean, whenever I go out to eat curry... ...I order it "extra spicy". Just to be sure it's spicy. Of course, I can only ever eat one or two bites.
Apollo:
...Um, and that's not a problem?
Ema:
There's another thing about a gun this big. It puts a lot of strain on the shooter.
Apollo:
Strain...?
Ema:
Yeah. Say, if you were to fire this revolver... ...the recoil would probably dislocate your shoulder.
Trucy:
Ouuuuuch! It's like the shooter's a victim, too!
Ema:
Yet, the killer used this revolver, and quite well. I'm guessing whoever did it was used to shooting.
Apollo:
(Used to shooting a high-caliber weapon? Hmm...)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ema:
You always carry that around, do you? ...Just like Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
Huh?
Ema:
It's good to never let yourself forget who you are. I'm proud of you. Keep up the good work.
Apollo:
(...Come to think of it, why do I carry this around? Though I suppose that's one compliment it's got me.)
Revolver
Apollo:
So this... is the murder weapon? (This revolver is incredibly heavy!)
Ema:
It's been fired twice. You can still smell the gunpowder... ...That's odd.
Apollo:
What's odd?
Ema:
Hmm? Oh, nothing.
Trucy:
Hey, no fair! Tell us!
Ema:
It's just, something about this revolver seems... strange.
Apollo:
Strange...?
Anything else
Ema:
Hmm, sorry. I can't comment on anything not scientifically relevant. I am a forensic scientist after all.
Apollo:
(A self-styled one, at least.)
Examine evidence
Brooch
Back side
Apollo:
A sort of pin-fastener for attaching things to clothes. Not a safety pin-type, though.
Trucy:
So if it's not a safety pin... ...is it a danger pin!?
Apollo:
I suppose if you stuck it in your eye, then yeah, sure. But you could do that with a safety pin, too, for that matter.
Trucy:
...... Thanks for taking the fun out of my danger pin.
Apollo:
(Aw, you're driving a danger pin through my heart here.)
Revolver
Muzzle
Apollo:
Yikes! Don't point that thing at me!
Trucy:
Don't worry! I'm an old hand with firearms. I have one that shoots "Bullets".
Apollo:
I don't want it shooting any bullets, thank you!
Trucy:
Not those bullets, silly! My gun shoots "Bullets, the Magic Cat".
Apollo:
A cat... comes out of a gun?
Trucy:
I can tell your expression you've never heard of that trick. It's a great one!
Apollo:
(Honestly, That one sounds halfway interesting.)
Chamber
Apollo:
The middle of the weapon is a revolving chamber. That's where you load the bullets. A revolver, see?
Trucy:
Revolver... Revolver... That sounds a bit like "Wonder Bar"! Especially if you say it really fast!
Apollo:
Uh... I guess.
Trucy:
You know what I always used to think? I used to think the closest sound to "Wonder Bar" was "One Liver"! There's just so many words in the world, Apollo! Isn't it amazing!?
Apollo:
...... So many different words, so many different people. (...People like Trucy.)
Key Ring
Guitar-shaped key
Apollo:
There are three keys on this heart-shaped key ring. Hmm? This middle key is shaped like... a guitar?
Trucy:
I get it! It must be the key to a guitar case!
Apollo:
A guitar case key... (I'll bet I know who this belongs to.)
Trucy:
...... Thanks for taking the fun out of my danger pin.
Apollo:
(Aw, you're driving a danger pin through my heart here.)
After examining brooch, revolver, and LeTouse's right hand, and clearing all Talk options:
Ema:
Well, that's about it. I think we've looked at just about everything there is.
Apollo:
I guess you're right.
Ema:
I know how you're feeling. It is hard to know when to stop. But anything more involved has to wait until the squad gets here.
Trucy:
Argh... I suppose...
Ema:
I'll go report the evidence. Sorry, but could you wait here till I get back?
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, actually, we have to--
Ema:
Great! Thanks!
Apollo:
...She left.
Trucy:
What do we do, Apollo? She told us to wait...
Apollo:
Great. Now how am I supposed to investigate?
Trucy:
Oh well, I guess it can't be helped. Let's go.
Apollo:
Huh? Go?
Trucy:
Time's a wasting, Apollo! We've got a lot of ground to cover!
Apollo:
Well, that's true, but... ...On second thought, why not. I'm sure everything will be fine.
Trucy:
Of course it will! Let's go!
Examine
Air vent
Apollo:
...... That air vent bothers me. If Ema and I came in through the door... That makes that vent the only exit from the room.
Trucy:
But it's much too small.
Apollo:
Hmm... Not if the killer were about your size, Trucy...
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
I didn't do it!
Apollo:
Eh.
Trucy:
I was cutting up the dance floor at the time, thank you!
Apollo:
I know, I know! Of course I don't think you did it.
Trucy:
It's hard to tell with you, sometimes, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Hey! What have I done?)
Brooch
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
No snatching people's brooches.
Trucy:
Darn... Maybe there's another one lying around here somewhere.
Apollo:
If there is, you can't have that one either.
Trucy:
...Don't be so stingy, Apollo.
Apollo:
...I think the word you're looking for is "principled".
Bullet holes
Trucy:
Are these... bullet holes?
Apollo:
Looks like it. There are two here in the wall.
Trucy:
Well, if there are two marks, they must have missed twice.
Apollo:
Not necessarily... Some revolvers can put a bullet through a person. So it wasn't necessarily a miss.
Trucy:
Ouch... Sounds painful.
Fruit basket
Trucy:
Ooh! Apollo! Can I eat some of those, please!?
Apollo:
Better not. Ema will find out. Somehow, she will. "How could you eat those without telling me!?"
Trucy:
Yeah... I'll make sure to leave some for her to eat, too.
Apollo:
(I don't think that's the issue here...)
(Step)ladder
Apollo:
Huh, another ladder.
Trucy:
Actually, it's technically a stepladder.
Apollo:
Well hello, Ms. Fancy Pants! Please forgive my lack of ladder discrimination.
Trucy:
! ......
Apollo:
I'd say this ladder is used to climb up to reach things. ...Is there something on the ceiling?
Trucy:
I still say it's a stepladder.
Poster over TV
Apollo:
Look, there's another Gavinners poster. Ema didn't seem too happy about it.
Trucy:
Maybe I should take it down before she rips it up.
Apollo:
You walk around with that thing and she'll sniff it out.
Trucy:
...Maybe I'll pass then.
Apollo:
(It's probably wise to be wary of Ema...)
Speaker
Apollo:
That speaker was blaring when it happened. Apparently, it monitors sound from the main stage. ...Which made it hard to hear Mr. LeTouse's last words.
Trucy:
Well, you know what I do at loud concerts? I wear earplugs! It really cuts down on the noise.
Apollo:
...And this would have helped me hear him how?
Television
Trucy:
Ah, ah, Apollo! Look at that thing! It's huge! That... That's a TV!!!
Apollo:
Um, yeah, a wide flatscreen TV. I want one of those. Someday when I'm a famous attorney, I'll get one...
Trucy:
But Daddy never had one. I don't think he ever even had money when he was a lawyer.
Apollo:
Great, just stomp on my dreams why don't you.
Flower bouquet
Apollo:
What an amazing bouquet. I mean, it's giant.
Trucy:
That's super dazzle-frazzle!
Apollo:
..."Dazzle-frazzle"?
Trucy:
Yeah, it's super, and it makes you feel all dazzle-frazzle!
Apollo:
Um... Who taught you to say that?
Trucy:
Oh, Daddy.
Apollo:
(...I knew it.)
Hairdryer
Apollo:
This is one of those... uh, things, right? At the barbers? It's one of those permanent hair things.
Trucy:
I've never tried one.
Apollo:
Want to?
Trucy:
Hmm... I think I'll stick with my top hat. We have an understanding, me and my hat.
Apollo:
(It's... just a hat, Trucy.)
LeTouse's left hand
Apollo:
The body was holding a key ring...
Trucy:
Do you think it belongs to the killer?
Apollo:
If it's not Mr. LeTouse's, that seems like a possibility.
Mirror dresser
Apollo:
Seeing these mirrors lined up like that makes me think I'm really in a dressing room. Look at all that makeup.
Trucy:
Well, I haven't got a clue, and I doubt those are.
Apollo:
(I guess she's not into makeup yet.)
Presents
Apollo:
Look at all these presents. Lamiroir sure is popular.
Trucy:
I got a present once, from a person in the audience.
Apollo:
That's pretty cool.
Trucy:
Isn't it! Maybe you'll get one someday. ...From someone you defend!
Apollo:
(That's called getting paid, and I certainly hope I do.)
Revolver
Apollo:
A 45-caliber revolver, very powerful. This is definitely the murder weapon.
Trucy:
I wonder who brought this revolver in here? It's huge.
Apollo:
Someone unusual, that's for sure.
Trucy:
No one I want to meet, that's also for sure.
Apollo:
Me either. Unless it's in court, of course!
Small window
Trucy:
Look, there's a little window over here! Maybe the killer escaped through that!
Apollo:
It's only big enough to stick your head through. And it doesn't even open all the way.
Trucy:
...What? I was just saying it's possible.
Apollo:
Right, right, no harm in that. (Except I'm pretty sure it is impossible.)
July 7
Backstage Hallway
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
Who's there!?
Trucy:
We... didn't just imagine that, did we?
Apollo:
He was wearing a silk hat. ...Friend of yours?
Trucy:
Hardly!
Apollo:
(Whoever that was, he sure looked suspicious!)
July 7
In the Wings
Klavier:
What is it with today!? Problem after problem! Achtung!
???:
You ain't kidding.
Trucy:
It's the two leading members of the Gavinners, Apollo! Klavier on vocals, and Daryan on guitar! They're so cool!
Apollo:
I have a hard time thinking of "Klavier" as anything but a prosecutor, honestly.
Trucy:
Huh? What are they arguing about?
Apollo:
Probably the case, I'd bet.
Klavier:
My hog won't start. My guitar case is busted... ...my guitar's been burnt to a crisp, and to top it all off, someone's dead! ...And then there was that performance just now. What was that all about!?
Daryan:
Hey, man, don't blame me. You were the one who missed the cue.
Klavier:
Me? Miss a cue!? How could I conceivably get the most important part of that song wrong? How!? And what was all that tinny playing of yours?
Daryan:
Who you calling "tinny"!?
Trucy:
...Sounds like they're having a spat. One of those "differences in musical direction" bands are always splitting up over.
Apollo:
This is hardly the time...
Klavier:
...Hmm? What are you two doing here?
Apollo:
Ah, um, hiya. ......
Klavier:
We were just discussing the investigation, if you don't mind.
Apollo:
Sorry. Wait... You were what?
Klavier:
Listen... You need to confirm that with the Republic of Borginia, Detective Crescend.
Daryan:
Right. Anything else?
Apollo:
What did he just call him? "Detective...?
Daryan:
Ah, greetings. Daryan Crescend... Criminal Affairs, Division 3.
Apollo:
Uh... H-Hello. ("Criminal Affairs"!?)
Trucy:
*sigh* Apollo... You really don't know anything  about the Gavinners, do you?
Apollo:
(Something tells me that's about to be remedied.)
Talk
The case
Apollo:
Um, about the crime...
Klavier:
...Which crime do you mean?
Apollo:
The murder, what else!?
Klavier:
Oh, that. For me, today has been a hit parade of crimes, you see.
Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin was singing the blues earlier, wasn't he? ...Something about his hog, and his guitar case.
Klavier:
...Anyway. I'm afraid you know more about the killing of Mr. LeTouse than I do. ...For now, at least.
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
You were the one who found the body, ja? While we were in the middle of a performance, no less.
Trucy:
Aren't you going to examine the crime scene, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
I'll leave that to Fräulein Detective. Wouldn't want to step on her toes.
Trucy:
They're not exactly best buddies are they. Ema and Prosecutor Gavin, I mean.
Apollo:
Well, what to do next. We've already checked out the scene. (Prosecutor Gavin may be right. We might be the most informed, for once.)
Trucy:
Maybe Prosecutor Gavin can shed some light on things we've found!
The Gavinners
Trucy:
I don't believe you, Apollo! How can you come to this concert and not know about the Gavinners!?
Klavier:
It's not surprising. Why, even our ancestors knew nothing of America's existence once.
Apollo:
Um... I know America exists.
Trucy:
The Gavinners aren't just an average rock band, Apollo. Each member is connected to the police somehow!
Apollo:
The Police?
Trucy:
The real police! By day they pack heat, but by night they heat up the stage! By day those lips interrogate, by night they sing songs of unrequited passion!
Apollo:
...Um, OK.
Trucy:
They debuted seven years ago with "13 Years Hard Time For Love"... Then came "Love With No Chance Of Parole", and "My Boyfriend Is The Prosecution's Witness". The list of hits goes on and on!
Klavier:
This here's my right-hand man. ...Daryan Crescend. I make the melodies, and he attacks them with his guitar. He's a bit of a rogue, really.
Daryan:
Heh. And this guy's a bit of a perfectionist. When a performance goes the least bit wrong he goes into this funk... Just like today.
Apollo:
(I'd hope murder would be a bit more off-putting than a ruined concert...)
Klavier:
The concert today? A disaster! I'll get to the bottom of this and then we'll see who missed a cue!
Trucy:
The missed cue... They were arguing about that before...
Apollo:
(Great, I love nothing more than questioning tormented artists.)
The missed cue (appears after "The Gavinners")
Trucy:
What's this missed cue you keep talking about?
Klavier:
Ah ha, you heard it, didn't you? From the audience?
Trucy:
Um, actually, I didn't notice anything...
Daryan:
See! No amateur is going to pick up on that!
Klavier:
Can you guarantee an entire audience of amateurs? No! Now take a listen to this!
Trucy:
What's that...?
Klavier:
A mixing board. We used it to record our concert tonight.
Apollo:
(Aren't we supposed to be investigating a murder...?)
Trucy:
Well, we've come this far, might as well go all the way! I've always wanted to learn about the recording industry!
Klavier:
This is but one of the devices used in recordings. We're a five-part band... This lets us record each member's performance separately. You use the sliders to adjust the volume for each part. Check it out!
Trucy:
Wow, neat! So, could you, say, hear only the drum part?
Klavier:
Of course. That's how we'll find the criminal guilty of missing his cue tonight!
Apollo:
I'm more concerned with the other criminal. The one who kills people.
Klavier:
You want help on the case? Then help me with mine!
Apollo:
(I guess rock 'n' roll comes before prosecuting.)
Klavier:
Let's begin! First, we bring up the part of the performance in question. You simply choose the section of the song you wish to hear on the bottom-most bar. Like so. There it is. Now, listen.
Trucy:
...Was something wrong?
Klavier:
You couldn't hear it? Listen again, closely...
Trucy:
Ah... the timing's a little off, isn't it!?
Klavier:
You see? There! Right at the most important part! And even an amateur can hear it!
Daryan:
An amateur with a mixing board, maybe.
Klavier:
You're missing the point! We'll never stamp out crime until we're perfect. Perfect!
Daryan:
Here he goes again...
Klavier:
Right. Herr Amateur, you will prove my point.
Apollo:
Huh? Me!?
Klavier:
You will find the missed cue! You will tell us which instrument, which part, is the guilty party!
Apollo:
But how...?
Klavier:
Did I not just explain it? Use these sliders to adjust the volume for each part. Then you will find the part that hopelessly bungles the cue! You'll find it, with your untrained amateur ears!
Trucy:
Nothing to do but try, Apollo!
Apollo:
(I guess... I'll admit, this looks kind of fun.)
Klavier:
First, a quick review: use the sliders to adjust volumes. Press the section of the song you wish to hear on the bottom bar.
Apollo:
(Sliders and the bar, got it.)
Klavier:
Once you've found the guilty part, press the corresponding number! Time to rock!
Present track 2
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This part is off."
Present any other tracks
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
This part sounds a little off.
Klavier:
Let's see............... ...Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Yes?
Klavier:
Let me guess... ...You got a D in high school chorus, didn't you?
Apollo:
(How'd he know!?)
Klavier:
This part is perfection. Absolute perfection. I'd bet all the royalties from my last platinum-selling album on it. The guilty part is elsewhere.
Apollo:
(Yeah, yeah, I know you sold a bazillion records.)
Trucy:
Focus, Apollo! I'll cheer you on!
Apollo:
Actually, it's probably better if you stay quiet... (Let's give this another shot.)
Leads back to track selection
Apollo:
This part is off.
Klavier:
Which is that? Hmm... 2nd Guitar.
Daryan:
Ah.
Klavier:
It was you Daryan!
Daryan:
...... Ah well, looks like the cat's out of the bag.
Klavier:
"Ah well"? That's all you have to say!? That kind of attitude lets killers walk free, Daryan!
Trucy:
Here they go again.
Apollo:
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask about the concert. It's starting to feel like we're just wasting time.
Trucy:
It's all experience under our belts! That can't be bad!
Mixing Board added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
(I still can't get over the title for that song... ..."Guilty Love"...?)
The missed cue (subsequent times)
Apollo:
(Best to avoid bringing up that topic again... I'm sure I can think of something else to ask about.)
Gavin's troubles (appears after presenting Key Ring)
Apollo:
You were saying something about your motorcycle not starting?
Trucy:
And something about your guitar case being busted?
Klavier:
...You're well informed.
Trucy:
You mentioned it a few times.
Klavier:
Ach. Ach! It all happened this morning. It's all this key ring's fault.
Apollo:
The key ring...
Klavier:
It's got all my keys on it, ja? My bike key, my car key... and the key to my guitar case.
Trucy:
Wait, so this key ring...
Klavier:
...It disappeared. I thought I'd put it in my jacket pocket...
Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin's key ring... disappeared?)
Klavier:
I had to come to the concert by taxi. How embarrassing! And in order to get my guitar out, I had to break the lock.
Apollo:
Wait, this guitar wasn't the one that...
Klavier:
The very one. Up in flames... ...And right on stage, too.
Trucy:
I actually thought that was part of the show.
Klavier:
Crazy. ...And to top it off, Mr. LeTouse's life was taken. Nobody told me 'bout days like these.
Apollo:
Strange days, indeed.
Klavier:
...You think?
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
What's wrong, Trucy?
Trucy:
Well, I was just trying to make sense of everything. First this heart-shaped key ring gets stolen. Then a very expensive guitar flares up on stage. Then Mr. LeTouse dies...
Klavier:
Yes, and...?
Trucy:
Could it all really be just a coincidence?
Klavier:
Coincidence...? Meaning...? Daryan, can you make any sense of all this?
Daryan:
...Hey, don't look at me.
Trucy:
What do you think, Apollo?
Apollo:
Huh?
Trucy:
I mean, either Mr. Gavin's having a really bad day... ...or all this was planned.
Klavier:
...... You... aren't thinking what I think you're thinking... ...are you, Fräulein?
Trucy:
I am!
Daryan:
What? What!? Hey, don't leave me in the dark with Spike, here.
Apollo:
(...The name's Apollo, but yeah, I agree... Don't leave us in the dark! What are you talking about?)
Trucy:
Haven't you noticed a connection, Apollo? ...A curious connection between all of Mr. Gavin's troubles today?
Apollo:
Um, well...
I have noticed
Apollo:
You know, something was bugging me, too! That key ring, and the guitar, and the body...
Trucy:
Slow down there, Polly. You look a wee bit dizzy.
Daryan:
He's bluffing. He hasn't figured it out. Fess up, if you're a man. You're as clueless as I am!
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
No, no, give Herr Forehead a chance. Let's see your evidence of the connection, shall we?
Apollo:
E-Evidence!? (Ack! I'd better think of something pronto!)
Trucy:
C'mon c'mon c'mon! Let's see it! What's the connection between all of Mr. Gavin's troubles?
Present Lyrics Sheet
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's this, isn't it?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The connection... is this! Right?
Trucy:
Um, I would say you were close, but really, you're kinda far. Remote, even.
Apollo:
(Oops. Try not to anger the Trucy, Apollo. No sudden motions... Just find that evidence slowly.)
Leads back to:
"C'mon c'mon c'mon! Let's see it!"
Apollo:
It's this, isn't it?
Leads to:
"A lyrics sheet? ..."The Guitar's Serenade"...? What's that got to do with anything?"
I haven't noticed
Trucy:
You haven't!?
Apollo:
...I just don't see the connection. Sorry.
Trucy:
Well don't just give up! Give it a little more thought!
Apollo:
Wait... You don't mean this, do you?
Leads to:
"A lyrics sheet? ..."The Guitar's Serenade"...? What's that got to do with anything?"
Daryan:
A lyrics sheet? ..."The Guitar's Serenade"...? What's that got to do with anything?
Klavier:
It has everything to do with everything. Though I wouldn't have believed it if the Fräulein hadn't pointed it out.
Daryan:
What are you talking about, man? Enough with the riddles!
Klavier:
Maybe it is a coincidence, or perhaps it means something. Don't you think, Fräulein?
Trucy:
I do. Everything that's happened to Mr. Gavin today... ...is predicted in the lyrics to this song!
Daryan:
Wh-Whaaat!? No way!
The song's prediction (appears after "Gavin's troubles")
Trucy:
Look, just think about everything that's happened to Mr. Gavin. Let's list them in the order that they occurred... ...while reading this lyrics sheet!
Apollo:
First, the key ring was stolen.
Trucy:
And not just any key ring! A heart-shaped key ring!
Apollo:
That's right here! "When you stole away the keys my heart held on to so tight." This is a "heart" holding "keys"!
Trucy:
And next, his guitar burst into flame.
Apollo:
"Burning on in my heart. Fire. Burn my love away..."
Trucy:
And then Mr. LeTouse was killed...
Apollo:
"Like a bullet of love. Fire. Take my life away..." But... But that's crazy!
Trucy:
Yeah, no kidding!
Daryan:
So everything that happened today, here... ...This song predicted it all?
Klavier:
Or perhaps it was the other way around...
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
The criminal could have based his crime on the lyrics.
Apollo:
But who would go through all that trouble...?
Klavier:
Someone who moves in mysterious ways, no doubt. I believe you've stumbled upon something quite vital... and quite annoying, Fräulein.
Trucy:
Eh heh.
Apollo:
(She looks pleased...)
Present
Key Ring
Apollo:
Um, I was wondering if you knew anything about this?
Klavier:
Th-That...!
Apollo:
Does it look familiar?
Klavier:
Familiar! It's mine! That's my key ring! I've been looking all over for it!
Trucy:
Whaaaaaat!? This is yours, Mr. Gavin!?
Apollo:
(I knew it...)
Trucy:
Apollo! How can you make that "I knew it" face!? This is the key ring that was...
Apollo:
Yeah, I know.
Klavier:
Thanks, anyway. So, where did you find it?
Apollo:
Erm, actually, the victim was holding it. Like he was trying to keep it from the killer. Even if it meant his life.
Klavier:
...... Wh-Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!? The victim... you mean, Mr. LeTouse had my keys?
Apollo:
Indeed.
Klavier:
Hrmm... When will my trials be over?
Trucy:
Speaking of trials, I've never heard Mr. Gavin whine in court like he has been today.
Apollo:
Ema was right about the fop, I'll give her that.
Trucy:
Apollo! Mr. Gavin, maybe we can help. Tell us about your troubles today.
Klavier:
I really don't think that's...
Trucy:
Tell us... ...and we'll keep mum about the key ring for now.
Klavier:
Are... you blackmailing me, Fräulein?
Key Ring (subsequent times)
Klavier:
Anyway... Thanks for finding this. If you'd found it under different circumstances, I'd be even happier.
Trucy:
I wonder why Mr. LeTouse was holding it?
Apollo:
Maybe he was trying to tell us something? Maybe that Prosecutor Gavin is the killer?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, save your wild accusations for the court. I do so enjoy the penalties.
Anything else
Klavier:
Sorry, but I'm not in the mood to talk about that right now. Even I can only take so much in one day.
Apollo:
(Funny, I always thought of Prosecutor Gavin as one of those cool, stoic types. The sort that never complains. How wrong I was!)
After clearing "The missed cue" and "The song's prediction" Talk options:
Daryan:
The lyrics predicting the crime... Klavier?
Klavier:
Seems a bit more than just a coincidence to me.
Daryan:
I have to agree. The key ring, the guitar, and the murder...
Apollo:
The key ring might have been dropped by accident.
Klavier:
Yet the victim was holding it. Hard to think that it was unconnected.
Apollo:
That's true. (Prosecutor Gavin's as calm and collected as ever...)
Trucy:
So the criminal matched their actions to the lyrics?
Daryan:
That sounds likely.
Apollo:
Why would anyone do that?
Daryan:
...While we think about that, I'm going to get cracking on the biggest crime here. I'm going to talk to the Borginian Embassy about this Mr. LeTouse.
Klavier:
Ah, right. Thanks, Daryan.
Daryan:
I'll leave the pondering of mysteries to you. I'm outta here.
Klavier:
A foreign national, Mr. LeTouse was killed... It seems like that would have to be the "point" of all this. But they did more than that. They left us with not only a murder, but a mystery!
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin sure is irritable today.
Apollo:
Maybe this is the real Prosecutor Gavin we don't get to see in the courtroom.
Klavier:
...I've had enough, frankly. If you find any more mysteries, do me a favor and keep them to yourselves, ja?
Apollo:
Ja... (I guess this is all we're going to get from Prosecutor Gavin. That leaves Lamiroir to question.) Prosecutor Gavin... do you know where Lamiroir is now?
Klavier:
Ah, I had her go to my dressing room. With that pianist, Machi Tobaye, of course. She seemed rather shocked by Mr. LeTouse's sudden passing.
Apollo:
(The Gavinners's dressing room. Got it!)
Talk
The Gavinners
Trucy:
I don't believe you, Apollo! How can you come to this concert and not know about the Gavinners!?
Klavier:
It's not surprising. Why, even our ancestors knew nothing of America's existence once.
Apollo:
Um... I know America exists.
Trucy:
The Gavinners aren't just an average rock band, Apollo. Each member is connected to the police somehow!
Apollo:
The Police?
Trucy:
The real police! By day they pack heat, but by night they heat up the stage! By day those lips interrogate, by night they sing songs of unrequited passion!
Apollo:
...Um, OK.
The song's prediction
Trucy:
Look, just think about everything that's happened to Mr. Gavin. Let's list them in the order that they occurred... ...while reading this lyrics sheet!
Apollo:
First, the key ring was stolen.
Trucy:
And not just any key ring! A heart-shaped key ring!
Apollo:
"When you stole away the keys my heart held on to so tight." This is a "heart" holding "keys"!
Trucy:
And next, his guitar burst into flame.
Apollo:
"Burning on in my heart. Fire. Burn my love away..."
Trucy:
And then Mr. LeTouse was killed...
Apollo:
"Like a bullet of love. Fire. Take my life away..."
Apollo:
So this song prerdicted everything that was going to happen!?
Klavier:
Or perhaps it was the other way around...
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
The criminal could have based his crime on the lyrics.
Klavier:
Someone who moves in mysterious ways, no doubt. I believe you've stumbled upon something quite vital... and quite annoying, Fräulein.
Trucy:
Eh heh.
Apollo:
(She looks pleased...)
July 7
Backstage Hallway
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
Who's there!? ...There he goes again. Who is that guy!?
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
Huh? Trucy?
Trucy:
You know, he did look sort of familiar...
Apollo:
...So he is a friend of yours!
Trucy:
No, that's not it. ...Sorry, I don't remember.
Apollo:
(Curiouser and curiouser...)
Examine evidence
Guitar shaped key on Key Ring
Apollo:
There are three keys on this heart-shaped key ring. And this guitar-shaped key was the key to a guitar case.
Trucy:
Wasn't he saying he had to break his case because he couldn't get it unlocked? I could open a lock like that in 10 seconds, easy! He should have given me a call.
Apollo:
...So he could slap handcuffs on you after you opened it?
Trucy:
Handcuffs? 20 seconds, tops!
Apollo:
(I'm glad she's on my side.)
July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room
Trucy:
Ah... Lamiroir!
Lamiroir:
What... What has happened? I heard that Mr. LeTouse has died!
Apollo:
L-Lamiroir! You speak? I mean, you speak English?
Lamiroir:
Ah... Yes. I was invited here from the Republic of Borginia... But I am not Borginian by birth.
Trucy:
But wasn't Mr. LeTouse your interpreter...?
Lamiroir:
Ah that. Yes, well... It was Mr. LeTouse's idea. He thought it would add to the mystery, you see.
Apollo:
Then, your pianist is also...?
Machi:
....................
Lamiroir:
No, Machi Tobaye is Borginian. He does not speak English. Now, please tell me! What has happened to Mr. LeTouse? Why did he...
Trucy:
Actually, Mr. LeTouse was...
Apollo:
Trucy!
Trucy:
Huh!
Apollo:
Remember what Prosecutor Gavin said? "Not a word"!
Trucy:
B-But Mr. LeTouse is Lamiroir's manager! That's not fair to her! I mean, isn't she a related party?
Apollo:
(Precisely who Prosecutor Gavin doesn't want to alert, I'd suspect.)
Lamiroir:
All we have been told is to wait here in this room. It is very unsettling.
Apollo:
I'm sorry, we're trying to figure it out ourselves. Do... you think I could ask you some questions?
Lamiroir:
Of course. I am always willing to help.
Apollo:
(She's as calm as she looked on stage... I can't put my finger on why, but I like this Lamiroir.)
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
What is it, Machi?
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
What... but you'd be alone!
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Apollo:
Um, what seems to be the problem?
Lamiroir:
Machi... he is not good around strangers. He wishes to go out for a breath of fresh air. Would that be alright?
Apollo:
Uh, sure, of course.
Machi:
....................
Lamiroir:
Very well. What is it you wished to ask me about?
Examine
Postcard
Trucy:
Look! It's a postcard of Lamiroir!
Apollo:
What are these letters at the bottom? I've never seen these before.
Trucy:
It must be her native tongue, Borginese!
Lamiroir:
"A landscape painter in sound"... This is how it would translate, roughly. Please, take one.
Apollo:
("A landscape painter in sound"...? That's a nice image...)
Postcard added to the Court Record.
Postcard (subsequent times)
Lamiroir:
You see the words written upon the postcard? They say "a landscape painter in sound".
Apollo:
("A landscape painter in sound"...? That's a nice image...)
Talk
Lamiroir
Apollo:
The Republic of Borginia... that's in Northern Europe, right?
Trucy:
I've never even heard of it...
Lamiroir:
I started out singing in a restaurant... Then a producer called me. Before I knew it... here I am.
Trucy:
You don't say! You know, my daddy plays piano in a restaurant!
Apollo:
Producers tend to look for talent, Trucy. ...Lamiroir, you're not from Borginia originally? Were you born here?
Lamiroir:
Well...
Apollo:
Oh, is that supposed to be a secret?
Trucy:
Image is everything when you're a star! I know a bit about that, of course...
Lamiroir:
Ah, yes, it is something like this. A contract, you might say. I'm also not to speak anything but Borginese in public.
Apollo:
Image is important, I guess.
Trucy:
She's not all image, though! Her songs are lovely! A real "landscape painter in sound"!
Apollo:
A painter in what?
Trucy:
She travels the world, turning the sights she sees into music! That's the secret to your music's beauty, right?
Lamiroir:
You're very perceptive.
Trucy:
Oh, I use your songs all the time in my stage act. ...I don't have to pay royalties for that, do I?
Apollo:
Stop while you're ahead, Trucy.
Lamiroir:
This "landscape painter in sound", too, is an image. Yet without it, my songs would not be so widely heard.
Trucy:
They even call you the "Siren of the Ballad", right?
Lamiroir:
Yes. In Borginese, "Lamiroir" means "the Siren". I fear that, perhaps, already I am not the siren I once was.
Machi
Trucy:
Your pianist... Machi, was it? He's cute! Like a porcelain doll...
Apollo:
He's very "European".
Lamiroir:
I met him while singing in restaurants in Borginia. He is an orphan... yet his playing is exquisite. Soon he came to live with me.
Trucy:
It's like a fairy tale, almost...
Apollo:
I noticed he hardly leaves your side.
Lamiroir:
Yes, well, he is blind. At first, I hesitated at dragging him across the world.
Apollo:
He doesn't speak English, either, does he?
Lamiroir:
He had never left Borginia before we met. I made his presence part of  my contract. Machi and I together are "Lamiroir". Together, always.
Mr. LeTouse
Lamiroir:
Mr. LeTouse... was my new manager.
Apollo:
New?
Lamiroir:
Yes, from three months ago. Around when I received Mr. Gavin's invitation to come. I met Mr. LeTouse at my office. He was to be my manager and bodyguard... And, as it turned out, my interpreter.
Apollo:
Interpreter... even though you speak English.
Lamiroir:
Yes... but we were to visit more places than just here. We had a concert in Japan scheduled after this one. Though I fear that may have to be cancelled now...
Trucy:
Was Mr. LeTouse from the Republic of Borginia, too?
Lamiroir:
Well... he was only with me for three months. I'm afraid there is much I do not know about him. And now, I shall never know. No one will even tell me why he has died.
Apollo:
I-I'm sorry... Prosecutor Gavin said we weren't to talk to anyone...
Lamiroir:
Mr. LeTouse... was a talented man. The "Siren of the Ballad"... That phrase was his idea, you know. I am happy for him that it has become so well known.
After clearing "Lamiroir" and "Mr. LeTouse" Talk options:
Apollo:
The "siren"... That's what he meant!
Trucy:
Huh? Apollo?
Apollo:
You are "the Siren", right Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
That is the meaning of my name in Borginese, yes. It was the name my producer gave me. But why do you ask?
Apollo:
...It's very important. I had to know for sure if the "Siren" was you.
Lamiroir:
What do you mean, important?
Apollo:
...I'll tell you. You deserve to know.
Talk
The "Siren"
Apollo:
"Siren"... It turns out that's a very important word in this case.
Trucy:
H-How?
Apollo:
When we found Mr. LeTouse... ...he was still alive.
Lamiroir:
What...?
Apollo:
I heard him say something... ...his last words.
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse! Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
Ask... wi...witness...
Apollo:
Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse! Tell me, who was the witness?
LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...
Trucy:
He said "siren"... Really?
Apollo:
I was the only one there to hear it... ...but I'm sure that's what he said!
Lamiroir:
Mr. LeTouse said that!? "Ask the witness"...?
Apollo:
And you're the Siren, Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
Did you see what happened?
Lamiroir:
......
Present
Brooch
Apollo:
That reminds me... Does this brooch look familiar to you?
Lamiroir:
My brooch... yes! Well... It may be mine.
Apollo:
Yours, Lamiroir...?
Lamiroir:
I was wearing a brooch earlier, you see. I must have lost it.
Trucy:
Well that explains the brooch we found. It was Lamiroir's!
Lamiroir:
Thank you. I was wondering where I'd dropped it.
Apollo:
(So this brooch belongs to her... That begs the question...)
Trucy:
Is something wrong, Apollo?
Apollo:
(...What was this brooch doing at the crime scene?)
Brooch (subsequent times)
Lamiroir:
I believe that brooch is mine, yes. ... I was wondering where I had dropped it.
Apollo:
(So it's Lamiroir's brooch, which begs the question... ...what was it doing at the crime scene?)
Anything else
Apollo:
Would you mind taking a look at this, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
...... I'm sorry, I'm not sure what to say. I wish I could help you.
Apollo:
Ah, don't worry about it. (Certainly one of the most pleasant refusals I've had.)
After clearing "The "Siren"" Talk option:
Apollo:
Lamiroir...?
Lamiroir:
Might I ask, are you with the police?
Apollo:
Eh! Uh, well, no. I'm a defense attorney.
Lamiroir:
An attorney? Yet there have been no arrests, yes?
Apollo:
...Is that a problem?
Lamiroir:
Does an attorney not work for a "client"? If you have no client, you should leave the investigation to the police, I think.
Trucy:
But Lamiroir, we...
Lamiroir:
I am sorry, but I cannot answer your questions. I'm afraid you lack the authority to ask them.
Apollo:
Ack... (Why...? If she witnessed the crime, why won't she tell us...?)
Lamiroir:
I believe we are through here.
Apollo:
...I believe so.
After examining postcard, clearing "The "Siren"" Talk option, and presenting Brooch in Gavinners Dressing Room:
July 8, 12:22 AM
Backstage Hallway
Apollo:
Whoa! Who's there now!?
Ema:
Ah, it's you. ...Where were you!?
Apollo:
Ack! Ema! ...Is something wrong? (She's looks grumpier than usual.)
Ema:
You bet something's wrong! The impossible's happened! Arrgh! It's all your fault, you know!
Apollo:
(Oops. Maybe this is about us leaving the crime scene.)
Trucy:
What do you mean by "impossible"?
Ema:
Well it's gone! Utterly gone!
Trucy:
...What's gone?
Ema:
The body, stupid! What else?
Trucy:
Eh...
Ema:
Mr. LeTouse's body has disappeared!
Trucy:
Whaaaaaaaaaat!?
July 8
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
Apollo:
Ah... Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
From your vacant stare, I gather you've heard the news.
Apollo:
I heard Mr. LeTouse's body has gone missing...
Klavier:
Look for yourself. Quite the pickle. Quite. The. Pickle.
Ema:
How can you just stand there!? We have to start the investi...
Klavier:
There's no need for alarm, Fräulein Detective.
Ema:
...!
Klavier:
All entrances and exits have been sealed. The body will not leave the building. So, I suggest we go find ourselves a cadaver. There will be plenty of time to ponder the "whys" later.
Trucy:
Well, you seem pretty sure of yourself, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier:
Oh, we'll find him. I'm rather enjoying this.
Apollo:
(How could Mr. LeTouse's body just "disappear"?)
Trucy:
Well, you heard the man. Let's get searching!
Daryan:
...Hey, I don't know if this's exactly the right time, but...
Klavier:
Yes, Daryan?
Daryan:
See, Geeter's gone missing. It was in the dressing room.
Trucy:
Geeter? Who's Geeter!?
Daryan:
That's what I call my guitar! You like, man?
Klavier:
Your guitar... was stolen?
Ema:
This hasn't been a good day for guitars or geeters.
Klavier:
OK. Body first, then guitar. And if someone finds that guitar, please bring it to our dressing room.
Daryan:
Geeter's like a missing person, not lost 'n' found,  man.
Examine
Floor
Apollo:
There should be a body here. But there's not. How could this have happened? And why?
Talk
Disappearing act
Ema:
Well, this sure is a... what did he call it? A sausage? No wait, it was a pickle. And it's your pickle! I told you to stay in the room!
Apollo:
...Sorry. (Not much else I can say.)
Ema:
...It's alright. Top priority now is finding that body. ...You can make it up to me later. Ten bags or so of chocolate Snackoos should do the trick nicely.
Apollo:
(You should watch your sugar intake, Ema.)
Present
Anything
Apollo:
Ema, could you take a look at this?
Ema:
Just hold it right there. This is not time to be waving a bag of Snackoos in my face!
Apollo:
Um, it's not a bag of Snackoos.
Ema:
Look. What's important is that Mr. LeTouse's body is missing! And we've got to find it!
Apollo:
(She would be more convincing if she wasn't standing around eating her precious Snackoos.)
July 8, 12:57 AM
In the Wings
Trucy:
Hmm. Does something seem different to you, Apollo?
Apollo:
Something is definitely different here.
Trucy:
Let's check it out!
Examine
Stage tower
Leads to:
"That stage there must have been lowered before."
Anywhere else
Trucy:
I'm not sure that's all that important right now. Let's check out that thing in the middle of the stage!
Trucy:
That stage there must have been lowered before.
Apollo:
That's the tower that Lamiroir and Prosecutor Gavin were singing on.
Trucy:
Someone must have raised it. Hmm. I don't see a way to control it from here. Apollo, what about that ladder there against the wall? We could use that to take a look up top...
Apollo:
...... Maybe we should get Ema.
Trucy:
What are you talking about? We have to see this sort of thing for ourselves!
Apollo:
(I'm... not so good with heights.)
Trucy:
Stop whining and start climbing!
Apollo:
Urk...
Apollo:
(It didn't look that high from below, really. But when we got to the top, I felt every one of those 20 feet down. Of course, I wasn't thinking about the height any more. Not after what we found up there.)
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
(We found two things we were looking for, and one thing we never expected to find.) ...The body, guitar in hand, and the pianist, Machi Tobaye.
July 8, 10:09 AM
Wright Anything Agency
Apollo:
Wow, that concert last night sure went south in a hurry!
Trucy:
No kidding. Why did they arrest Machi!? Why!?
Apollo:
Don't look at me like it's my fault! (Machi Tobaye, the blind pianist... ...arrested on suspicion of murdering Romein LeTouse.)
Trucy:
I can't believe such a cute little boy could do something so horrible!
Apollo:
I guess they had proof of some kind.
Trucy:
What proof could possibly prove that!?
Klavier:
Mornin'.
Apollo:
P-Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
What a night, eh? I apologize for being so upset...
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin, do you know what's going on? Why did they arrest Machi!? Why!?
Apollo:
Don't look at him like it's his fault either.
Klavier:
It was tough for me, too. We performed together that night, after all. Yet...
Trucy:
Yet?
Klavier:
The powers that be say that, given the circumstances, it could only have been him.
Apollo:
What do you mean by the "circumstances"?
Klavier:
Lamiroir was invited from Borginia as an ambassador of goodwill. It is vital that this case be wrapped up swiftly. That's all the powers that be want, really.
Apollo:
Well those are circumstances, alright. But what makes Machi the only possible suspect?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead... You seem to have forgotten that you're talking to the prosecution... the enemy.
Apollo:
Ah. Right. (I think I like this side of Prosecutor Gavin better, actually.)
Klavier:
I'm not at liberty to discuss the particulars of the case. ...Especially not to the defense attorney.
Apollo:
What... did you just say? Me? The defense attorney?
Klavier:
That's what I came to tell you. He's down at the detention center... He wants to request your services.
Apollo:
He...? You mean Machi? Machi wants me...?
Trucy:
This is what we've been waiting for, Apollo! Let's get going!
Apollo:
Uh... Right...!
Klavier:
Good luck. I'm off to question Lamiroir.
Apollo:
R-Right. Later! (I hope I'm up to this...)
July 8
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Trucy:
Well, I just don't get it. I refuse to believe a cute little kid like that could do something so terrible.
Apollo:
...You said that already.
Machi:
...........................
Trucy:
Machi! Everything's going to be OK! We're here for you!
Apollo:
Um, h-hi. Maybe you can tell me about last night...
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Trucy:
Huh?
Machi:
[Borginese speaking].... [Borginese speaking]!
Apollo:
(That was when I realized how tough it must be... A little kid like this... ...in a country so far from everything he's ever known.)
Trucy:
Um, maybe Lamiroir can help?
Apollo:
But didn't Prosecutor Gavin say she was with him?
Klavier:
Good luck. I'm off to question Lamiroir.
Trucy:
Well, what are we going to do?
Apollo:
That's, um, a good question. (I can't think of anything we can do but go with this. ...And hope for the best at the trial tomorrow.)
Machi:
[Borginese speaking].... [Borginese speaking]....
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Apollo:
No clues here.
Turnabout Serenade
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July 9, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court is now in session for... how do I say that?
Klavier:
"Machi Tobaye", Your Honor. The Pixie of the Arpeggio.
Judge:
Right, his trial. Court is in session!
Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Klavier:
The prosecution is A-OK, Herr Judge.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
Ah, my opening statement, ja?
Judge:
No, no, actually... There was something else I wanted to ask you about.
Klavier:
...? Yes?
Judge:
Say you're going to visit someone in the hospital with an incurable disease... What do you say to them?
Klavier:
Eh?
Judge:
I mean, you wouldn't say "get well soon", right? You'd only be kicking them when they're down...
Apollo:
Um, what are you talking about?
Judge:
Ahem, actually I'm going to visit someone who is terminally ill. ...Right after this trial. The Chief Justice's son.
Apollo:
The Chief Justice...?
Judge:
His son is afflicted with a most terrible disease... He doesn't have long, it seems.
Apollo:
Ah...
Judge:
So I thought I'd go pay him a visit. I thought saying something moving might be the order of the day.
Trucy:
Why don't grown-ups ever just say what's on their mind instead of pretending?
Apollo:
(She's looking at me with something like... disgust.) ...Hey! What are you looking at me like that for!?
Judge:
In any case... I'm a bit busy today, so let's wrap this up quickly. Prosecutor Gavin, your opening statement, briefly!
Klavier:
You're in luck, Herr Judge... I believe you'll be going on your hospital visit sooner than you think.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
First, to review the victim in this case. Romein LeTouse, age 35. The global manager for diva songstress, Lamiroir. The cause of death: blood loss due to being shot by a large caliber revolver. This report has all the details.
Judge:
The court accepts this into evidence.
LeTouse's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
45-caliber... That's quite large, isn't it? A direct hit from that could knock a man off his feet.
Klavier:
However, the bullet struck him in his shoulder. The damage to his body was slight... death was not immediate. Sadly, his blood loss was such that he could not be saved.
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose the victim's condition could have been much worse, considering.
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Klavier:
...Two shots were fired. One shot missed, the other penetrated and passed through the victim's shoulder. Both bullets were found in the wall at the scene. Observe the diagram... ...This is where the bullets hit.
Judge:
I see... The court accepts this evidence.
Diagram added to the Court Record.
Judge:
If we're talking about a 45-caliber revolver... ...we must assume that the killer was adept at the weapon's use.
Trucy:
Really?
Apollo:
Yeah, apparently, weapons that size have a powerful kickback. If, say, the judge tried to fire one, it'd break every bone in his body.
Judge:
The defense will take more care in choosing examples!
Klavier:
...As I was saying, the victim was shot backstage, in a dressing room. This dressing room has only one entrance: this door.
Judge:
That does seem to be the case, yes.
Klavier:
However, there were witnesses who heard the gunshots.
Trucy:
He's talking about you and Ema, huh.
Klavier:
Yet when the witnesses entered the room... ...it was empty, save for the victim's body, of course.
Judge:
B-But that's... That's impossible!
Klavier:
Exactly. This murder was impossible. ...For all but one person.
Judge:
One person?
Klavier:
That is, of course... ...the defendant, Machi Tobaye.
Judge:
Only this defendant could have committed the crime? But how?
Klavier:
It's quite simple. The circumstances of the crime scene make it clear.
Judge:
Very well, I assume you have testimony to back up this claim. Let the witness please take the stand!
Klavier:
Your name and profession, please.
Ema:
Ema Skye, I'm a detective for the police department. I was on security detail at the concert forum that night.
Apollo:
(Ema seems... tired, somehow.)
Judge:
Hmm... Security at the concert, you say?
Ema:
Some security I was. Couldn't even stop a murder... ......
Judge:
Now, don't blame yourself! Things like this happen! I've made even bigger mistakes in my career, you know!
Apollo:
(I'm sure that makes her feel much better.)
Trucy:
I want to hear about these bigger mistakes!
Klavier:
In any case... Because you were on security detail, the crime was quickly discovered. And, we were able to identify the killer.
Ema:
......
Klavier:
You may give the court your testimony, if you would. Describe the circumstances of that day, and your discovery of the crime, please.
Ema:
...Alright.
Witness Testimony
-- Murderous Circumstances --
Ema:
The night of the murder, I was on security backstage, at Prosecutor Gavin's request.
Only people involved with the concert in some way were allowed backstage.
At the beginning of the third set... I heard shots.
I went into the room, filled with blaring rock music, and found the body.
I examined the scene and determined that only the defendant could have done it.
Judge:
Hmm... It was lucky that a detective was the first on the scene.
Trucy:
But that door was the only way out of the room, right?
Apollo:
Yeah, pretty much.
Trucy:
Then I don't get it. How can they say that Machi did it?
Apollo:
Looks like we need a bit more information.
Judge:
Very well, the defense may begin the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Murderous Circumstances --
Ema:
The night of the murder, I was on security backstage, at Prosecutor Gavin's request.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
The night of the murder was the night of the concert, yes?
Ema:
That's right.
Apollo:
What was a detective doing on security detail, might I ask? ...If it was only a concert?
Ema:
My thoughts exactly. But, orders are orders. Even when they come from rock gods.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin...?
Klavier:
Yes, allow me to explain. I smelled something that day, you might say. The stench... of conspiracy. That day, at the concert hall.
Apollo:
Conspiracy...?
Klavier:
Well, isn't it obvious!? My keys! That whole morning, no, the whole day was ruined! And it's all because someone stole my keys! I couldn't ride my hog to the show, I couldn't open my guitar case...
Trucy:
There he goes again.
Apollo:
Isn't it possible he simply misplaced them?
Klavier:
Misplaced them!? Misplaced items don't just wander into a murder victim's hand on their own!
Judge:
What's this!? Prosecutor Gavin, if your keys were in the victim's hand... That makes you a prime suspect!
Klavier:
..."Love, slow-acting and new. Atroquinine... is waiting for you..."
Trucy:
He's singing something.
Apollo:
Does everything with this guy have to be so over-the-top?
Klavier:
...The killing happened in the middle of my concert. I was... like a sailor, adrift on a sea of sound. Anyway, I didn't want anything else stolen. So I put the detective with the most time on their hands on the task.
Judge:
I see. I can accept that.
Ema:
Well I can't! What do you mean "time on their hands"!?
Judge:
Please, the testimony.
Ema:
Only people involved with the concert in some way were allowed backstage.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
...We were let in, though.
Ema:
I didn't know about that! I certainly didn't invite you.
Klavier:
I gave the Fräulein special permission to be there. ...I wanted to see her again.
Trucy:
Oh boy! Did you hear that? We're officially involved now!
Apollo:
Gee, great.
Ema:
Some other hangers-on tried to get backstage, but I drove them off.
Apollo:
(So no other "outsiders" were there, then.)
Ema:
And then...
Ema:
At the beginning of the third set... I heard shots.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
I believe we were having a chat when we heard the shots.
Ema:
You were the one chatting. I was eating Snackoos.
Judge:
Ah! Hey! No snacking in court!
Klavier:
And you're sure the shots came from Lamiroir's room?
Apollo:
Yes, absolutely.
Ema:
Hey, I'm the one being cross-examined here! Here, this'll keep you quiet!
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
Ah, thanks. So...MUNCH...how about it ...MUNCH...Ema?
Ema:
We were right...MUNCH...there. Hard to be mistaken about that...MUNCH.
Judge:
Please, either talk, or eat. Not both at the same time!
Ema:
...... *gulp* Right, so after that... ...me and Mr. Lawyer there opened the dressing room door.
Ema:
I went into the room, filled with blaring rock music, and found the body.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Rock?
Ema:
Blaring, yes.
Judge:
When you say "rock", are you referring, perhaps... ...to this "rock 'n' roll" music that's so popular these days?
Apollo:
(That's right, when we went into the dressing room... ...music was blaring over the speaker on the wall.)
Ema:
They pipe sound from the stage into the backstage through speakers. That way people in the back can hear when they're supposed to be on stage.
Apollo:
Did it have to be so loud?
Klavier:
You don't listen to the Gavinners with your ears. You feel it with your entire body and soul! I always have the backstage monitors at full volume.
Ema:
When we walked in the room... ...the band was playing "Guilty Love", I believe. Making it easy to determine the time of the crime.
Judge:
Hmm... If you could hear that music playing...
Klavier:
...Then everyone on stage for that song has an alibi. Including myself.
Ema:
Anyway, I closed off the scene and started my investigation.
Ema:
I examined the scene and determined that only the defendant could have done it.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
How could you know something like that!?
Ema:
As I said, it was clear from the circumstances. Listen... We know there was only one exit from the room: that door. The small window only opened a tiny crack. And I was standing in front of that door. So, how could the killer have fled the scene? There's only one possibility: the air vent.
Judge:
Ah...
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
B-But that air vent was too small! Who could possibly...
Ema:
Exactly.
Apollo:
...!
Ema:
There's certainly no way you could get through. Nor me. The only one who could fit through... was a child.
Apollo:
A child...
Ema:
Remember, access to those rooms was limited. Only those involved with the concert were allowed.
Klavier:
And of all the people involved with the concert... ...only one is small enough to be considered a "child".
Judge:
The... The defendant!?
Klavier:
The pixie of the arpeggio flitted up toward the sky... ...and disappeared from the scene of the crime.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
B-But that's just conjecture!
Klavier:
Oh? There was no other way out of that room. You were there. You should know, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...!
Ema:
And... there is another vital piece of evidence.
Apollo:
Evidence...? What!?
Ema:
Marks were found on the air vent grill. Traces that it had recently been opened.
Apollo:
Wait, what...!?
Ema:
And something else was found, quite clearly. The defendant, Machi Tobaye's fingerprints.
Apollo:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Klavier:
That air vent was the only way out of the room! The defendant's fingerprints were found on the grill! ...Well, Herr Forehead? What fairy tale does this suggest to you?
Apollo:
Urk...!
Klavier:
Only one could pass through that vent, that "doorway to heaven"... ...and that one is our pixie.
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Why are you looking at me, Apollo? Hey! I was out whooping it up in the audience!
Apollo:
(So this was his decisive evidence...)
Judge:
Hmm... Quite decisive, indeed.
Apollo:
(I know the circumstances under which the body was found... I was there.)
Trucy:
An examination of the crime scene was enough to nail down the killer?
Apollo:
I'm sure they have a good reason. (They must have had a good reason to arrest Machi... ...And I'm going to find out what it was!)
After pressing first, fourth, and fifth statements:
Judge:
I believe that's enough of that.
Apollo:
!
Judge:
The prosecution has a rather convincing case. The only way in and out of the crime scene was watched. Making the defendant the only one who could possibly leave the scene. Simple, and decisive.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Judge:
I believe we've heard enough to determine our verdict. Even if I wasn't in a hurry to make a hospital visit.
Klavier:
I'm sure the Chief Justice will appreciate the gesture. Unfortunately, we have no direct witnesses. Fortunately, the criminal left decisive evidence for us. That will have to be enough.
Apollo:
(Argh! It can't be over already!)
Judge:
Very well, I believe this trial is finished. If the defense has no contradicting evidence...?
Klavier:
The prosecution has presented our proof, clear and plain. If you have contradicting evidence... ...it'd better be clear and plain.
Trucy:
Ack, Apollo! They've got us on the ropes already! We'd better come up with something quick!
Apollo:
I know! I know! (Think! What can get us out of this!? We need evidence, or a witness, that can prove Machi is innocent beyond a doubt. Without that... *gulp*)
Judge:
Mr. Justice? Do you have contradicting proof that can overturn the prosecution's case? If you do, you'd better tell us about it now.
Apollo:
(This is it... and so soon! If I mess this one up, it's all over...!) The court wants contradicting proof?
Present evidence
Apollo:
The defense is prepared to show contradicting evidence!
Klavier:
This should be interesting! What sort of evidence?
Judge:
Yes, what sort of evidence, Mr. Justice? Show us evidence contradicting the prosecution's claims!
Present anything
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This evidence does more than contradict, it flips the whole case on its head!"
Apollo:
This evidence does more than contradict, it flips the whole case on its head!
Judge:
......
Klavier:
Thank you for presenting evidence that is both clear and plain, as requested.
Judge:
Yes... Clearly and plainly wrong! I'm afraid the only thing flipped on its head here was you as a child, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Ugh... I guess that wasn't it.)
Klavier:
My claim is clear: the only person who could have fled the scene was the defendant.
Judge:
And there were no witnesses, either.
Klavier:
I fear the defense's options are limited, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Grr! There's only one way out of this... Evidence, or a witness, that can prove Machi's innocence beyond a doubt.)
Judge:
Let's ask the defense once again.
Leads back to:
"Do you have contradicting proof that can overturn the prosecution's case?"
Call a witness
Leads to:
"Prosecutor Gavin, you claim that there were no witnesses to this crime."
I don't have proof
Apollo:
I... don't have contradicting proof, actually.
Judge:
Too bad. Very well, this court finds the defendant...
???:
Hold it!
Trucy:
W-Waaait!
Judge:
Wh-What for?
Trucy:
We have, uh, what was it called? Contradictual proof? Anyway, whatever it is, we've got it!
Judge:
Is this true?
Trucy:
Of course it's true! Show 'em, Apollo!
Apollo:
What the heck are you talking about!?
Trucy:
Look, we give up now, Machi's really done for!
Apollo:
(She's right... If we give up here, we're finished. I need proof or a witness... I must have something...!)
Judge:
Alright, we'll give you another chance, then.
Leads back to:
"Do you have contradicting proof that can overturn the prosecution's case?"
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, you claim that there were no witnesses to this crime. Are you absolutely sure?
Klavier:
Absolutely. I'd swear it on my career as a prosecutor... And on my million-seller hit song "Atroquinine, My Love".
Trucy:
...There he goes again.
Apollo:
That's too bad, because there was a witness.
Judge:
Ho ho! Really now? But how did you come to possess knowledge the prosecution clearly does not?
Apollo:
Because I am the only one in the world who knows this.
Apollo:
(...What's going on? I just talked to him, and now...)
LeTouse:
......Nnnh......
Apollo:
...! (He... He's alive!) Mr. LeTouse! Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
...Cold... so cold... Witness...
Apollo:
You're cold? D-Don't worry, you're going to be fine! Help is on the way!
LeTouse:
...Can't s...see...
Apollo:
Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse! Tell me, who was the witness?
LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...
Judge:
Whaaat!? The victim said this before he died!?
Klavier:
Perhaps he did... and perhaps he did not.
Apollo:
What do you mean by that?
Klavier:
All we know is what Herr Forehead says he said. It's no testimony, especially since it comes from the defense attorney himself.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
But it's the truth! He said it! I even told you about it! But apparently, you ignored me completely.
Klavier:
It's my policy to fully investigate everything I deem relevant. Clearly this rookie lawyer thinks he can tell me how to do my job.
Judge:
...That's enough! Mr. Justice, we need clear contradictory proof from you. This witness of yours, unknown to the prosecution... ...I hope you're right. Failure carries a stiff penalty.
Klavier:
Perhaps... A stiffer penalty than usual is called for?
Apollo:
(Urk! There's no backing out now!)
Judge:
Let's hear the name of your witness, Mr. Justice.
Present Lamiroir profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Lamiroir...?"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
And you claim that they witnessed the murder?
Klavier:
This is a bit unexpected. And you have proof?
Apollo:
Well, actually... (Uh oh. I can't think of anything.)
Judge:
I know that look, Mr. Justice. It's the look of a man who's about to be penalized.
Klavier:
I doubted there was a witness in the first place. No one had time! They were far too busy rocking to our wild sounds!
Trucy:
My heart was handcuffed to the stage, I know that!
Ema:
I felt nothing.
Klavier:
...It's sad but true. Some people will never appreciate true art.
Apollo:
(Why's he pointing at me!? Think, how can I get him to accept there was a witness? I need some kind of proof...)
Judge:
Let's start over, shall we?
Leads back to:
"Let's hear the name of your witness, Mr. Justice."
Judge:
Lamiroir...?
Apollo:
Recall Mr. LeTouse's last words.
LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...
Judge:
The siren... Ah ha! He meant the "Siren"!
Apollo:
That's right. The "Siren of the Ballad"... Lamiroir! Lamiroir was only on stage for the second set... ...and she had access to the backstage area. She could have been a witness!
Judge:
I see... Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
My claim still stands. There were no witnesses to this crime!
Judge:
Very well! Let's hear it from the horse's mouth then, shall we? We will now take a break from Detective Ema Skye's cross-examination. ...Please show Lamiroir to the witness stand.
Apollo:
(Lamiroir would say nothing the night of the murder... Not today, though. Today we'll drag that story out of her no matter what it is!)
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
It is my distinct honor to welcome the Siren of the Ballad to our courtroom...
Lamiroir:
You are too kind.
Judge:
Ah, y-you can speak English?
Lamiroir:
Yes... Yes I can. Though I am not very good. ...There is much I do not know.
Judge:
You speak so well! Have you spent time here before?
Lamiroir:
Actually, I do not know how I came by my knowledge of your language. Nor where I studied it...
Apollo:
...? (What does she mean, she doesn't know...?)
Klavier:
I, too, thought to call her as a witness. But I did not. I had a reason, of course.
Apollo:
What's that?
Klavier:
Lamiroir... suffers from amnesia.
Judge:
Amnesia...?
Lamiroir:
Lamiroir... is not my true name. Yet I remember nothing of the time before I was given it. ...Nothing of the time before I started singing on stage.
Trucy:
Whoa! She's even more mysterious than I thought!
Klavier:
As lauded singer Lamiroir, she lives a good life. There are little difficulties for her, thanks to her success. Yet... I did not wish to subject her to unnecessary stress.
Judge:
Hmm... I see. I care surprisingly little about people's pasts. You have nothing to fear in this court, Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
...Thank you. Yet there is something I do not understand. I am being called as a witness? What might I say? No one will tell me anything of what happened...
Klavier:
Lamiroir, let me be frank. I did not want to ask you up here to testify. Yet, that young gentleman with the wide forehead over there was adamant that you stand.
Lamiroir:
Oh my...
Trucy:
Congratulations, Apollo. You're the bad guy!
Apollo:
Ugh...
Judge:
Well, now that you're here, please give us your testimony. ...If nothing else, the sound of your voice is welcome. Tell us what you saw the night of the crime!
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw --
Lamiroir:
As for what I saw... I saw nothing.
That night, I was invited to sing on stage, and this I did.
I did not return backstage after the second set.
Then I was led by the police to Mr. Gavin's dressing room, and told to wait there.
That was where I learned that something had happened... But I wasn't told the details.
Judge:
Hmm... I must say, you sound wonderful just testifying.
Apollo:
(I hope he was too distracted to hear what she was actually saying...)
Klavier:
There you have it. She saw nothing that night. Now we can only pray that the defense has the sense to admit defeat. ...And refrain from detaining her here longer than need be.
Trucy:
Wow, you just got badder, Apollo! Way to go!
Apollo:
Grr...
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. Keep it short and sweet!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir wouldn't talk to me the night of the crime. She must know something, and I've got to find out what!)
Cross Examination
-- What I Saw --
Lamiroir:
As for what I saw... I saw nothing.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But you must have seen something! Mr. LeTouse named you!
Lamiroir:
Mr. LeTouse... ...How can I tell you what I don't know?
Apollo:
Lamiroir! He said you were a witness with his dying words!
Lamiroir:
I do not know what he meant to say, but that night...
Lamiroir:
That night, I was invited to sing on stage, and this I did.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
It... It was a great concert.
Lamiroir:
You heard me sing? Thank you.
Apollo:
I was hoping to get an autograph later, actually...
Lamiroir:
Of course.
Judge:
Mr. Justice! This is a cross-examination! You're out of line! ...If anyone deserves an autograph here, it's me. One on my gavel would be nice.
Klavier:
Herr Judge.
Judge:
Wh-What's this?
Klavier:
It's my autograph. Now keep this trial moving.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Judge:
Oh, my grandchild will be so happy!
Apollo:
(Apparently his grandson is a big fan...)
Klavier:
Let us continue, shall we? If you would, Lamiroir... ...Tell us what you did after your stellar performance.
Lamiroir:
I did not return backstage after the second set.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You did not return backstage once? Where were you then? What were you doing?
Lamiroir:
I was cleaning up on stage. There are many things I must do for a performance other than simply sing.
Apollo:
And was Machi with you at the time?
Lamiroir:
Unfortunately, I do not know where he was...
Apollo:
(So much for an alibi for Machi...)
Present Brooch
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
I'm sorry Lamiroir, but I'm having trouble believing you.
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
You remember this brooch, do you not?
Klavier:
Why that's Lamiroir's. She was wearing it for her song.
Apollo:
...Care to add that to the testimony, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Wh-What...?
Apollo:
This brooch was found after the murder took place. ...At the very scene of the crime!
Klavier:
What...!?
Apollo:
...Lamiroir. How did your brooch get backstage if you did not go there yourself? And, as Prosecutor Gavin has just told us... ...you had been wearing it during your performance that night!
Lamiroir:
...!
Judge:
What is the meaning of this? Lamiroir, please explain!
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
Lamiroir...?
Lamiroir:
............ [Borginese speaking]....
Klavier:
...She says, "English is quite difficult."
Apollo:
That trick's not going to work here!
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]....
Klavier:
"Your forehead may be large, but you are a lawyer, truly. But... you have missed one important fact."
Apollo:
What now?
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]....
Klavier:
"In fact, at the time of the incident... ...I went backstage, but only for a moment."
Apollo:
Wh-Whaat!?
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]....
Klavier:
"Think back to the moment of the crime. You know whereof I speak."
Apollo:
(Is she really saying all that?)
Trucy:
What's she talking about, Apollo?
Apollo:
Right when the incident occurred... Ah! (Is she talking about that!?)
Ema:
Watch this room for me. I have to call for backup!
Apollo:
R-Right, understood. You want me to make sure no one comes in, right? Mr. LeTouse! Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
...Cold...so cold... Witness...
Apollo:
You're cold? D-Don't worry, you're going to be fine! Help is on the way!
LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...
Apollo:
(..."Siren"? How can a siren witness anything...?) Yipes! Ema!? (What was that!?) Wh-Who's there!?
Ema:
What's wrong?
Apollo:
Ema! Did you see anyone just now!?
Ema:
Huh? No...
Apollo:
(I could have sworn I heard a door close...)
Lamiroir:
I... looked into the room. Just a glance, mind you.
Klavier:
So this was when your brooch dropped? That explains that.
Lamiroir:
It does. There was no other time I could have dropped it.
Apollo:
But that's ridiculous! You only looked in for an instant, but you dropped your brooch?
Klavier:
...Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
!
Klavier:
She has raised a possibility. The only thing that can counter that... is evidence.
Judge:
Hmm... So she looked in at the crime scene.
Lamiroir:
Actually, I intended to go into the dressing room. I knew nothing of what had happened, of course. But the moment I opened the door, I heard a horrible voice.
Klavier:
Herr Forehead shouting, "Who's there!" no doubt. A horrible voice indeed...
Apollo:
Ugh...
Lamiroir:
I closed the door immediately.
Judge:
Well, that explains the brooch. Let's return to your testimony.
Apollo:
(That's too convenient... She's hiding something!) Lamiroir! You did look into the room though, right?
Lamiroir:
Y-Yes...
Apollo:
Testify as to what you saw!
Lamiroir:
Very well. Though it was only the briefest of glimpses...
Changes statement from "I did not return backstage after the second set." and "When my performance was finished, I went backstage for just a moment..." to "I saw nothing. The late Mr. LeTouse's body was behind a wall."
Lamiroir:
When my performance was finished, I went backstage for just a moment...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
What did you see in that brief glimpse?
Lamiroir:
I had only opened the door slightly when I heard that horrible voice...
Judge:
...And shut the door.
Klavier:
I have always wondered, Herr Forehead. Does that voice of yours lack a volume knob?
Apollo:
(It's my Chords of Steel, man. Just back off!)
Lamiroir:
I saw nothing. The late Mr. LeTouse's body was behind a wall.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
A wall...? Was there a wall there?
Lamiroir:
"[Borginese speaking]" is what in English?
Klavier:
A "division" or "partition", I believe. It was a large dressing room, divided into two halves.
Apollo:
(And the murder took place in the inside half. I guess that partition might have hidden the body...)
Perceive swallowing on "The late Mr. LeTouse's body"
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
"The late Mr. LeTouse's body", you say?
Lamiroir:
Yes...?
Apollo:
You know something more about Mr. LeTouse's death than you are saying.
Lamiroir:
What...?
Apollo:
I could see you trying not to remember... But the effort made you swallow! ...You can't fool my eyes.
Lamiroir:
! ...It is true. It was so terrible, after all. Why did Mr. LeTouse have to be shot?
Apollo:
One moment, Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
Yes...?
Apollo:
What was that you just said? "Why did Mr. LeTouse have to be shot?"
Lamiroir:
Yes...?
Apollo:
(She was hiding something, I knew it!) Lamiroir, I'm afraid you haven't realized it, but... ...your words just now contradict your testimony!
Lamiroir:
Eh? How could that be!?
Apollo:
(...Take this! Lamiroir contradicted her own testimony, and I have the evidence to prove it!)
Present Investigation Request
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Tell me, Lamiroir... How did you know he had been shot?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Lamiroir:
If I do not misunderstand the meaning of "contradiction"... ...it is you who contradict, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Huh?
Lamiroir:
Your evidence... is meaningless.
Apollo:
(Ack! Wrong evidence! Gotta think this over... What did she say again? "Why did Mr. LeTouse have to be shot"? That's right... That totally contradicts her testimony!)
Leads back to:
"...Take this!"
Apollo:
Tell me, Lamiroir... How did you know he had been shot?
Lamiroir:
Eh. Well, I...
Apollo:
Immediately following the incident, a gag order was placed on the scene. This is the document proving that. In your testimony, you told the court... "No one told me anything about the incident."
Lamiroir:
Ah...
Apollo:
Furthermore, you testified that you had "seen nothing".
Lamiroir:
...!
Apollo:
Yet you knew that Mr. LeTouse had been shot! How could you have known!?
Lamiroir:
...! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooowrk!
Judge:
Lamiroir! You aren't hiding something from this court, I hope!
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
(That sweet song of hers was sounding a little too sweet!)
Lamiroir:
Ah, now I remember. Please... allow me to add to my testimony.
Klavier:
...Of course. All we want to know... is the truth.
Trucy:
She looks kind of pale, huh?
Apollo:
She saw something, I know it. Even the victim said so!
Changes statement from "I saw nothing. The late Mr. LeTouse's body was behind a wall." to "I saw bullet holes in the wall, and knew Mr. LeTouse had been shot..."
Lamiroir:
I saw bullet holes in the wall, and knew Mr. LeTouse had been shot...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Only a glimpse, yet you knew they were bullet holes?
Lamiroir:
Yes. I recognized them immediately. I have seen bullet holes before, you know.
Klavier:
You have traveled the world as a singer... You must have sung in places far more dangerous than our country.
Lamiroir:
I go wherever my voice is needed. Those places... are many, these days.
Trucy:
That's really cool! I hope I get to travel like Lamiroir some day.
Klavier:
I plan on recording my next album overseas. Their studios have a different sound, you know.
Apollo:
(Hmm. Maybe I should go on a Chords of Steel tour, too.)
Present Diagram
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Lamiroir. They call you the Siren of the Ballad..."
Lamiroir:
Then I was led by the police to Mr. Gavin's dressing room, and told to wait there.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
With Machi, correct? How was he then?
Lamiroir:
He seemed as he always does. Though I believe he was shocked by the news of Mr. LeTouse's death. Yet... He is not the type to show much emotion.
Klavier:
Yes. He's given the police no end of headaches. He answers most questions with silence... and those glinting frames speak nothing. The questioning hasn't gotten very far.
Lamiroir:
We sat there, waiting...
Lamiroir:
That was where I learned that something had happened... But I wasn't told the details.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
How was the incident explained to you?
Lamiroir:
I was told nothing in detail. Only that Mr. LeTouse died.
Judge:
Of course, investigations require some security.
Lamiroir:
But Mr. LeTouse was my manager! I wanted to know more. I should have been told. Both Machi and I were beside ourselves with concern.
Klavier:
...Allow me to apologize. But please understand... ...keeping you in the dark was as painful for me as it was for you.
Lamiroir:
Yes, I understand.
Apollo:
(Think, what doesn't ring true about her testimony?)
Trucy:
...It's hard to imagine Lamiroir lying...
Apollo:
She might not be lying, but she's hiding something... (What wouldn't she tell me the night of the murder?)
Apollo:
Lamiroir. They call you the Siren of the Ballad... ...but lies are hardly becoming of such a creature.
Judge:
...A put-down worthy of our prosecutor, Mr. Justice.
Trucy:
...Such put-downs are hardly becoming of you, Apollo.
Klavier:
...Stop polishing your forehead and start polishing your character, ja?
Apollo:
(C'mon, can't I be cool for once!?) Observe the diagram! Lamiroir, you looked in from the door for just a moment. Correct?
Lamiroir:
Y-Yes, that is so.
Apollo:
There were bullet holes in the room, yes. But they were in the wall the door is on!
Lamiroir:
Eh...
Apollo:
You see? Assuming you merely glanced into the room... ...you couldn't have seen those bullet holes!
Lamiroir:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeooowrk!
Judge:
...... Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
...Yes.
Judge:
I'm afraid the defense has raised a good point. It appears you have been holding back something.
Lamiroir:
...And I must tell you? I must tell you what it is that I saw?
Judge:
Yes. The happenings in this trial are being recorded. And I'm certain it will be on the news in Borginia. You understand your reputation is at stake. It falls to you to avoid tarnishing it.
Klavier:
Personally speaking... I still believe that cross-examining her will yield us absolutely nothing.
Apollo:
But she knew how Mr. LeTouse died! And he named her as a witness! You must have seen something, Lamiroir!
Judge:
...Very well. Lamiroir... Please continue your testimony.
Lamiroir:
... Very well, I shall.
Witness Testimony
-- What I Saw 2 --
Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit.
There was something like a little window there... That's how I saw it.
There were two shots... I couldn't do anything to stop it.
But it wasn't Machi!
It was a grown person! ...I know it was!
Judge:
So you did witness the crime! And the killer was... a grown person, you say?
Klavier:
Ach. This is my first time hearing this, I assure you. Nice play, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
......
Judge:
Very well, Herr... er, Mr. Justice. You may begin your cross-examination!
Trucy:
Great going, Apollo! You were right about Lamiroir. ...What's wrong? You don't look too happy.
Apollo:
(This whole thing smells fishy... That's what's wrong.)
Trucy:
...?
Cross Examination
-- What I Saw 2 --
Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So you were heading toward the dressing room?
Lamiroir:
Yes.
Apollo:
(So this is a little before she opened the dressing room door and dropped her brooch. ...About the same time Ema and I heard those shots.)
Lamiroir:
I was on my way back...
Lamiroir:
There was something like a little window there... That's how I saw it.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Um, what exactly is something like a little window?
Lamiroir:
Yes, well... "Window" is the best word I know in English. I think this is how it is said, yes.
Klavier:
You need not worry, Lamiroir. Your choice of words is impeccable. There is a small window in the dressing room in question. Perhaps the defense remembers this detail?
Apollo:
(That little window on the wall...)
Lamiroir:
I, er, saw the crime from there.
Lamiroir:
There were two shots... I couldn't do anything to stop it.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You are certain you heard two shots fired?
Lamiroir:
Yes, quite certain. I was on my way to the backstage exit. This was when I heard a faint sound... like a gunshot. Wondering what it had been, I peered through the window. That is when I heard the second gunshot, much closer.
Apollo:
(And there were two bullet holes at the scene... no contradictions so far.)
Lamiroir:
...It all happened on the other side of that window. There was nothing I could do.
Lamiroir:
But it wasn't Machi!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
It wasn't Machi who shot... Are you sure?
Lamiroir:
Yes, quite certain.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha... It amuses me that you would question her testimony. It is testimony in your favor! Isn't it my job to object?
Trucy:
Yeah, Apollo, what were you thinking!?
Apollo:
Trucy... Let's just listen to what Lamiroir has to say. Can you tell me how you were so sure?
Lamiroir:
Yes, of course. You see...
Lamiroir:
It was a grown person! ...I know it was!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"A "grown person"... That's a little vague."
Trucy:
You can't ask for a better testimony than that!
Apollo:
I'm not so sure it's all that simple, Trucy. (There's a critical flaw in this testimony... And I have to point it out, even if it isn't good for our case...)
Apollo:
A "grown person"... That's a little vague.
Lamiroir:
I am sorry. My skill with your language is... lacking, I know.
Judge:
Certainly you could at least see whether the shooter was male or female?
Lamiroir:
...... It was a man. A young man.
Judge:
And you're sure of that?
Lamiroir:
Yes, his voice was quite clear.
Apollo:
Voice...?
Judge:
Hmm... Looking at this diagram, it seems the dressing room was quite cluttered. It does seem likely that you wouldn't have had a clear view of the shooter.
Lamiroir:
As a singer, I rely more on my ears than my eyes. When I hear a voice, I do not forget it. That voice... was the voice of a man.
Klavier:
So you heard a voice. But wait... ...Couldn't that have been the victim, Mr. LeTouse?
Lamiroir:
Absolutely not. Did I not just say that I do not forget a voice? If it was Mr. LeTouse who spoke, I would have known.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed. So you were at the window, and you heard the shooter's voice, the voice of a young man.
Trucy:
Apollo! This is a good testimony! That proves it wasn't Machi!
Apollo:
......
Judge:
Indeed... If this turns out to be true, it would cast this case in a considerably different light. What is the defense's opinion of this testimony...?
It's pretty good
Apollo:
...Well, I'd have to say it's pretty good. Vital, even. This shows that the shooter wasn't Machi...
Klavier:
Hah!
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Surely you can't be serious, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Wh-Why not!?
Leads to:
"Lamiroir."
It's contradictory
Apollo:
Though it pains me to say this... ...There's something about Lamiroir's testimony that rings false.
Lamiroir:
...!
Klavier:
Heh. Bravo, Herr Forehead. You're colder than I thought.
Apollo:
(I'm sure you remember what the problem is as well as I do, Gavin.) As has been established... No grown man could pass through that air vent. He couldn't have fled the scene of the crime.
Lamiroir:
......
Trucy:
B-But that means Lamiroir has to be lying!
Apollo:
I know, and I know it's bad for our case, but I can't shut my eyes to this. (Believe me, the idea was tempting...)
Klavier:
It is as Herr Forehead says. Yet, this is not the only contradiction within her testimony.
Apollo:
Wh-What next!? (What's he talking about?)
Leads to:
"Lamiroir."
Klavier:
Lamiroir. I understand why you would want to protect Machi. Yet remember, you are the Siren of the Ballad... ...And lies do not become such a creature.
Judge:
What does the prosecution mean!?
Trucy:
Apollo! What's he talking about!?
Apollo:
(How come no one bats an eye when he says stuff like that?)
Klavier:
I recall the state of the crime scene quite well.
Apollo:
The state of the room...?
Klavier:
Yes, and when the murder took place... ...that window was closed. I find it hard to believe you could hear a voice through it.
Lamiroir:
What!? B-But I... I'm sure...
Klavier:
...Lamiroir. I have nothing but the highest regard for your musical sense. ...But my opinion of you as a witness is somewhat lesser.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
B-But she's the only eye-witness we have!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
So you say. And the victim named her, the "Siren" as the witness?
Apollo:
Th-That's right! That's what Mr. LeTouse...
Klavier:
We heard your claim. We even entertained the possibility. And it brought us to this. Herr Judge!
Judge:
Yes?
Klavier:
The prosecution requests that the witness... be excused. Please.
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I must honor the prosecution's request. There is indeed a question of the witness's credibility.
Apollo:
B-But if Lamiroir can't testify...
Trucy:
Then we don't have a chance of proving Machi's innocence.
Judge:
This cross-examination is over! ...Prosecutor Gavin. You may continue making your case.
Klavier:
...Danke. Now where were we? Ah yes, I would like to hear from Fräulein Detective again.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Wait! Let me hear Lamiroir's testimony one last time...
Judge:
But the cross-examination is already over. Until such a time as a need arises... ...this witness may leave the stand.
Lamiroir:
...... I'm sorry I could not be of more assistance.
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
At last, back to the real trial. Ready, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
(Grr... I hope I didn't just miss my only chance.)
Klavier:
Fräulein Detective, how far had we gotten until we were so rudely interrupted?
Ema:
Don't ask me!
Klavier:
I dislike saying the same thing twice. And I never repeat a song for an encore.
Judge:
...If you would, Ms. Skye.
Ema:
...Hmph. I believe I was saying that the only way Mr. LeTouse's killer could have escaped... ...was through that air vent on the ceiling.
Judge:
Ah, yes, there was only one door in the room. And a witness, you, was standing in front of it.
Ema:
That air vent isn't very big, see. Kind of limits the people who could possibly get through.
Judge:
I certainly would have a difficult time.
Ema:
You sure would. Not that you would have been there in the first place, though. Remember, the whole backstage area was off-limits to people not involved with the concert. The only one who meets the conditions for our killer... is the defendant.
Klavier:
...A virtuoso performance! I couldn't have put it better myself.
Judge:
Hmm. She does state a clear case. Though, reading the report, something caught my eye.
Klavier:
Oh? What's that?
Judge:
The circumstances of the defendant's arrest.
Apollo:
The circumstances...? (Again...?)
Trucy:
Hey, that's right, Apollo! Remember when we found Machi? That was bizarre!
Apollo:
(She's right... Why did Mr. LeTouse's body disappear from the room... ...and end up on top of that stage tower? ...Holding a guitar, no less.)
Klavier:
...A perceptive observation, Herr Judge.
Judge:
Ah, er, thanks! It was kind of an accident, really. But you work in this job long enough... ...you get a nose for things. Eh he he.
Trucy:
The judge sure seems pleased with himself!
Klavier:
Very good, Fräulein Detective. Perhaps you can tie it all together for us. Why was the body moved? And how does that lead us to the killer!?
Witness Testimony
-- The Missing Body --
Ema:
I believe Machi stole the body because of some lyrics.
He moved the body to match Lamiroir's song.
No one in this country had a motive to kill the victim.
And, Machi practically left his signature at the scene.
All of the evidence clearly points to the defendant.
Apollo:
Lamiroir's... song?
Klavier:
Yes... "The Guitar's Serenade". You noticed its "code" too, did you not?
Apollo:
Its "code"...?
Klavier:
All the events that day followed the lyrics to our song. First, the keys my "heart" held on to so tightly were stolen.
Apollo:
Then Prosecutor Gavin's guitar burst into flames on stage. Mr. LeTouse's life was taken by a bullet...
Klavier:
The rest hardly needs explanation... "Guitar, Guitar... Up together to the sky."
Judge:
Th-That's mad! It's like a story out of some fairy tale!
Apollo:
(I admit, I'd forgotten about the song... But there it is now, waiting for me... the grand finale, as it were.)
Trucy:
Hey! You know I was the one who first noticed that!
Judge:
I've heard of jumping rope to songs, and counting to songs... ...But killing!?
Klavier:
It's a wild world out there, Herr Judge.
Judge:
Very well! We've heard one song and dance, let's get on to the next: the cross-examination!
Apollo:
(I'm not so sure I'm going to be doing much singing...)
Cross Examination
-- The Missing Body --
Ema:
I believe Machi stole the body because of some lyrics.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Who would steal a body just to match some lyrics!?
Ema:
I didn't believe it myself. But it can't just be a coincidence.
Klavier:
It is as Fräulein Detective says. Let us begin with the first verse. If you would, Fräulein Detective.
Ema:
What? You want me to sing it?
Klavier:
You are the witness, ja? Or did you want me to sing? I warn you, my fee as vocalist is not trivial.
Ema:
Fine, fine! Er, ahem. Let's look at the first part of the lyrics, shall we? "When you stole away the keys my heart held on to so tight."
Klavier:
Indeed, my favorite heart-shaped key ring was stolen that morning.
Ema:
Next, we go to the right page of the lyrics sheet. Where we find... "Burning on in my heart. Fire. Burn my love away. All away." As we know, Prosecutor Gavin's guitar burst into flame. "Like a bullet of love. Fire. Take my life away. All away." Mr. LeTouse's life was taken by a bullet.
Klavier:
Bravo, Fräulein Detective. Your singing... it's not bad. Now, for the finale! "Guitar, Guitar... Up together to the sky." As it says in the lyrics, Mr. LeTouse... ...was found with a guitar, high in the "sky" over the stage. No series of coincidences could be so well conceived!
Ema:
He's right. ...Scientifically speaking.
Apollo:
(What would Wocky have said? ..."That concert was wack.")
Trucy:
It's hard to argue when she pours her heart into it like that.
Ema:
Ah, er, ahem! Anyway, the shooter...
Ema:
He moved the body to match Lamiroir's song.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Does the prosecution have any idea why he'd do all this?
Ema:
You want my scientific opinion? "No clue." But, he clearly had a reason to go through all that trouble. Some deep reason.
Apollo:
A deep reason?
Klavier:
Not only did he steal my keys, he torched my guitar! ...Unforgivable acts even if he had a reason... and worse if he had none!
Ema:
The diva's complaints aside, I can't imagine someone doing this on "just a whim".
Klavier:
Fräulein Detective! I take offense at that description...
Judge:
Indeed, it does seem too well rehearsed, shall we say.
Ema:
Yes. This crime was planned for sure.
Ema:
No one in this country had a motive to kill the victim.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But... Mr. LeTouse spoke English! He may have come to this country before!
Ema:
I looked into that, I assure you.
Apollo:
Oh.
Ema:
...It was his first time in the country, it seems. Apparently, he learned English on his own.
Apollo:
(Great...)
Klavier:
You see? No one here had a motive to kill him, and certainly not in such an elaborate fashion.
Judge:
Hmm... It does seem difficult to imagine.
Ema:
Unless our famous prosecutor did it as a publicity stunt.
Klavier:
Wh-What did you say!?
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin! You did this to promote your song!?
Klavier:
...... Of course not, and I am quite dismayed by the ludicrous nature of her claim. Why would I need promotion? Everyone already listens to my music.
Trucy:
They're even in my textbook at school.
Apollo:
(And I'd never heard of them. What does that say about me?)
Ema:
I was just kidding! Don't get all worked up, glimmer-boy.
Ema:
And, Machi practically left his signature at the scene.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
What do you mean by his "signature"?
Ema:
The bullet holes in the wall, of course.
Apollo:
The bullet holes...?
Ema:
The revolver was fired twice. One shot missed, and left a hole in the wall.
Judge:
And that means what, exactly?
Ema:
That dressing room isn't exactly spacious. Picture the shooter facing off with the victim in there. They can't have been more than five feet apart. It would be difficult, almost impossible to miss at that range.
Judge:
Difficult to miss, you say?
Ema:
Very. Assuming the shooter could properly aim.
Apollo:
No! Y-You can't be serious...
Trucy:
Machi! He can't see... ...That's why he missed?
Ema:
It's the only explanation that makes sense. He used sound and other senses to fire the gun... ...poorly.
Klavier:
That reminds me, the monitor in that room was blaring at the time, ja? Hardly ideal conditions for tracking by sound.
Judge:
A blind shooter...
Judge:
No wonder he missed!
Apollo:
(I knew those bullet holes would come back to haunt me. Think Justice, what do I do now!?)
Raise an objection
Apollo:
Sure, there were bullet holes left in the wall... ...but that doesn't prove the shooter couldn't see!
Klavier:
Oh? How so?
Apollo:
Well, there could have been a struggle with the victim.
Judge:
Hmm, that's certainly possible.
Apollo:
And... it might have been the revolver's fault.
Judge:
The revolver...?
Apollo:
The revolver was a very large caliber, correct?
Judge:
If the shooter wasn't used to firing such a large weapon... Why, it could dislocate their shoulder.
Apollo:
...Exactly. The defendant, Machi Tobaye, is, as you can see, tiny. It's not so hard to picture him firing the gun and missing entirely! The kickback alone would throw off his aim.
Judge:
......
Klavier:
......
Ema:
......
Judge:
A convincing argument, to be sure.
Apollo:
(Ha ha! Take that, smug prosecution!)
Trucy:
Um, Apollo?
Apollo:
Huh? What?
Trucy:
That bit about Machi being tiny... ...and the gun throwing off his aim? Um, aren't you kind of, um... ...admitting that he did it?
Apollo:
......Oh.
Klavier:
It does not matter why he missed. What matters is that the shooter was, without a doubt, the defendant. Even the defense seems to agree on that point.
Apollo:
Yurk! Uhh... (Cripes! I really put my foot in it this time!)
Klavier:
But, let's get the facts of the matter on the record. If you would, Fräulein Detective.
Judge:
Very well. The witness will add this to her testimony.
Ema:
Right.
Adds statement:
"From the state of the crime scene, I conclude the shooter was blind."
Sit back and watch
Apollo:
(He couldn't see, so the first shot missed... ...As explanations go, it's airtight.)
Judge:
Hmm... It appears the shooter did leave his signature. I'm afraid this is looking bad for our young defendant. The witness may continue with her testimony.
Ema:
You got it.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after adding sixth statement)
Apollo:
By "signature", you mean the bullet holes in the wall?
Ema:
That's right. Allow me to explain it... scientifically. The murder weapon was fired twice. The shot that missed left a hole in the wall. Furthermore, there was no more than five feet between shooter and victim. Hard to miss at that distance.
Trucy:
But, Machi can't see...
Ema:
He would have had to use sound and other senses to aim... ...and miss.
Klavier:
And our music was blaring over the room monitor. Not the best circumstances for aiming by sound.
Ema:
Which makes it very likely that the shooter was blind.
Klavier:
Thus the prosecution's position.
Ema:
Ahh! Nothing like a scientific explanation to get the blood pumping!
Apollo:
(Why's mine frozen in my veins, then...?)
Ema:
All of the evidence clearly points to the defendant.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But, but you can't say that for sure!
Ema:
Please, none of those non-scientific objections. They're bad for my complexion.
Apollo:
What's so scientific about a murder to lyrics!?
Ema:
Lyrics can be explained scientifically! ...Never underestimate the power of science!
Apollo:
(Put that bottle of finger-printing powder down before you hurt someone, like me!) OK, then explain it! Scientifically!
Ema:
...... I require more data.
Apollo:
(Hah! Likely story...)
Ema:
From the state of the crime scene, I conclude the shooter was blind.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You can't say he was blind just because of those bullet holes in the wall! I think I've proven that!
Ema:
...I wouldn't call it "proof", per se.
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
You've merely raised a "possibility".
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Fräulein Detective has made a most logical conjecture based upon the evidence. Of course, there is more evidence than just bullet holes. The defendant was the only one who could have escaped through the air vent.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
But wait! If he was blind... ...how would he know about the air vent in the first place?
Klavier:
...Ah, a very good point. Well, Fräulein Detective? If you would care to explain?
Apollo:
(He certainly seems sure of himself...)
Ema:
Recall the crime scene, if you would. There was a stepladder below the air vent. As it happens, maintenance was scheduled for that day. Custodial staff went around checking all the air vents.
Apollo:
I don't believe it.
Ema:
Everyone backstage was told about the maintenance. ...Including Machi Tobaye. He would have known that there would be a way out at the top of that stepladder.
Apollo:
But that's... Why is this the first time I'm hearing about this!?
Klavier:
You could have figured it out for yourself. You only needed to consider what that stepladder was doing there.
Judge:
...Looks like the defense's objection has been squished by a stepladder.
Klavier:
Well, Herr Forehead? Out of ammunition, perhaps?
Apollo:
(I've never seen Prosecutor Gavin so... so aggressive! Maybe he's caught the scent of blood...)
Trucy:
Apollo! Don't you have something? Anything? You know what we need... We need something to prove the killer could see! That'll put him in his place!
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(Proving the shooter was sighted would do it. That would take down one of their central points... Do I have any evidence that can prove that though...?)
I've got just the thing!
Apollo:
Fine... I accept the prosecution's challenge.
Klavier:
As I knew you would, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
(What exactly am I up against here...? The prosecution is saying the shooter missed because he or she couldn't see... Therefore, Machi, who's blind, did it.)
Judge:
The defense will please present their evidence. ...Evidence that overturns the prosecution's claim that the shooter couldn't see!
Present Crime Photo
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is that evidence!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...... I'm not sure that overturns anything, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Ugh. Wrong evidence, I'm guessing...)
Klavier:
Apparently both love... and Justice are blind.
Apollo:
(I have to think! There must be something... anything!)
No such luck
Apollo:
(I can't think of anything that proves the shooter could see!)
Klavier:
Your face does not exactly project... confidence.
Ema:
Maybe you should just accept it and move on?
Trucy:
Apollo! Grow a backbone!
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue her testimony.
Apollo:
(I couldn't even get a word in edgewise...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Crime Photo
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
The prosecution holds that the "shooter couldn't see".
Ema:
A scientific conclusion based on a thorough examination of the crime scene, yes.
Apollo:
Apparently not thorough enough. I have a certain piece of evidence that completely overturns your claim!
Ema:
Wh-What!?
Klavier:
......
Leads to:
"This is that evidence!"
Trucy:
This doesn't look so good, does it, Apollo?
Apollo:
No, it doesn't.
Trucy:
...... What do we do!?
Apollo:
(First, we don't panic. Even though Machi's case is leaking water by the gallon. Gavin's on a roll, and it's up to me to stop him!)
Apollo:
This is that evidence!
Judge:
The photograph of the crime scene...?
Apollo:
(I don't care much for the smirk on Prosecutor Gavin's face... But this is no time to think twice... Time to press on!) Yes, Your Honor, the crime scene. There is something in here that decisively contradicts the prosecution's point!
Klavier:
Then perhaps you'd best show us this "something". Get your finger out of the breeze and put it to good use, ja?
Judge:
Very well, show us what you're talking about, Mr. Justice! The contradiction at the scene of the crime is...
Present smeared blood
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The contradiction is right here!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Look! The contradiction's right there! Plain as day!
Judge:
...... Your finger has a force of weight... ...that I'm afraid your argument lacks, Mr. Justice. I see nothing!
Apollo:
(Ugh... What a time to mess up.)
Klavier:
I believe all he has added to our understanding of this photo... is his fingerprint. I would hope you could refrain from soiling the evidence, Herr Forehead.
Judge:
Perhaps Mr. Justice would care to try again?
Leads back to:
"The contradiction at the scene of the crime is..."
Apollo:
The contradiction is right here!
Ema:
The smeared blood stains...!
Judge:
Hmm... I thought it was just my blurry vision. But it really was blurry! The way the victim's hand is raised above his head... ...Much like a gesture I have seen many times in this court.
Ema:
It's almost as if he wrote something...?
Trucy:
Ah ha! I get it! At least, I think I get it!
Klavier:
Get what, Fräulein?
Trucy:
When Mr. LeTouse was shot, he tried to write something! And what would he write but the shooter's name? And what would he write it in but his own blood? Pretty good, huh?
Apollo:
(Thanks for making my point for me...) Yes, in fact, that's what I think happened here.
Judge:
Hmm... That does seem to be a distinct possibility.
Ema:
The victim wrote the killer's name... ...It's certainly a logical conclusion.
Trucy:
Drat! I just wish it wasn't all rubbed out like that.
Judge:
Of course it's rubbed out. Why, if I were a killer... ...I certainly wouldn't want to leave my own name behind!
Klavier:
Neither would I.
Ema:
......
Klavier:
......
Judge:
......
Apollo:
Um... No one has anything else to say?
Judge:
...About what?
Apollo:
So the prosecution accepts this? You agree this was the victim making an attempt to record the name of the killer? ...And that the killer tried to rub the name out?
Ema:
What's your point?
Apollo:
What's my point!? Let me ask you this: How did the killer know the victim was writing their name?
Ema:
Well, Mr. LeTouse was writing something in blood. Once the killer saw what it was... ...Wait.
Judge:
Once he "saw" what it was...?
Apollo:
But what did you just testify about the shooter?
Ema:
I said... they were blind. Ack!!!
Apollo:
Yet the crime scene itself contradicts that! The killer had to have been able to see! Why would they rub out the name in blood otherwise?
Ema:
Ah... ahh...
Apollo:
May I remind the court that the defendant, Machi Tobaye, is blind! He couldn't have been the shooter!
Ema:
Urk... Immmmmmmmposssssibbleee!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! P-Prosecutor Gavin! Please explain to me what all this means!?
Klavier:
......
Judge:
I mean, looking at this photo... It seems quite clear that the shooter could see! Yet, up until now...
Klavier:
...It seems I owe the court an apology.
Judge:
Hmm!?
Klavier:
The Gavinners are a band with law enforcement ties, yet a murder occurred... ...during our concert! Apparently, this caused some confusion over jurisdiction. As a result, some reports were not filed in an entirely timely manner.
Apollo:
(I... I'm not sure I like the vibe I'm getting here.)
Trucy:
Hey Apollo, look at him. Why is Prosecutor Gavin all relaxed and smiling like that? Like he knows something we don't... and he's about to tell us.
Klavier:
Heh heh heh. I've got an idea... Let's rock! ...With these documents. But before that. I have a question for the Fräulein Detective. If I may?
Ema:
Wh-What?
Klavier:
Tell me... Why do you think that Machi Tobaye is blind?
Ema:
Huh...?
Apollo:
Wh-What did he say?
Ema:
What are you saying? Of course he's blind!
Klavier:
Of course...?
Ema:
H-He's the blind pianist, right? So... So he's... Doesn't Lamiroir lead him around by the hand all the time?
Apollo:
(No way...)
Klavier:
I have a report here on the defendant, Machi Tobaye. According to this, Machi Tobaye... ...can see perfectly well.
Ema:
What...?
Klavier:
His blindness was merely a publicity ploy by those clever Borginians. He can see quite well.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
B-But you said...
Klavier:
...What did I say, exactly?
Apollo:
!
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, not once in the course of this trial... ...have I claimed the defendant was blind. The only one who did was Fräulein Detective.
Apollo:
Bu-But that's...
Klavier:
...A significant fact, yes! Consider: Machi Tobaye sees. And he was the only one who could have fled through the air vent. I see no problems with this.
Ema:
But what about the bullet holes in the wall?
Klavier:
Yes, the bullet holes. I believe Herr Forehead neatly explained those for us. He didn't miss because he couldn't see. It was the kickback from the 45-caliber revolver. A simple accident, in other words.
Apollo:
Ack...!
Klavier:
How's that? I'm afraid your "objection" has just flown off for brighter skies...
Apollo:
Urk...
Klavier:
This is where the real fun begins, Herr Forehead!
Apollo:
Yeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggh!
Klavier:
I knew you didn't have what it took.
Ema:
You... You jerk! Just what was I in here for? Comic relief!?
Trucy:
Yeah! Apologize!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha. Oh, sorry!
Trucy:
That's no way to apologize!
Apollo:
(He's angered the Trucy now. Look out...)
Judge:
Ahem. If we can please end the bickering. Now.
Ema:
Whatever! I'm not leaving! I can't leave like this. I'll come up with some clue to solving this case if it kills me!
Judge:
But your testimony has already given us enough to convict the defendant...
Apollo:
(Ugh, don't say that...)
Ema:
Ah! Ah ha!
Apollo:
"Ah ha" what?
Ema:
This blood stain... The criminal tried to wipe it off, right?
Apollo:
That seems to be what happened, yes.
Ema:
We might be able to find out what was really written here!
Apollo:
...! Really...? You can do that?
Ema:
That's right, with this! It's called Luminol! Maybe you know of it? It's a chemical that reacts to blood.
Klavier:
Ah yes, have we done those tests yet...?
Ema:
Hah! As if I'm going to tell you!
Klavier:
The blood stains covered a section of the carpet. In order to perform blood tests, that section was removed and submitted. Perhaps we should request it here in court now.
Ema:
Right! Go for it, Apollo!
Apollo:
Huh? I have to do the test?
Ema:
You just have to spray the luminol on it! Simple!
Apollo:
(A chemical that reacts to blood... I've heard of this somewhere.)
Judge:
...Yes, I believe an analysis is called for. Have at it!
Ema:
Right, ready? It's easy as pie! Just touch the screen to spray an area. Here! Give it a try!
Apollo:
(...The eyes of the entire court are focused on me!)
Trucy:
Apollo! Your hand's shaking!
Apollo:
(Ugh... Grrrah! Let's do this!)
Spray Luminol
Leads to:
"Wow... it really works!"
Apollo:
(Wow... it really works!)
Trucy:
This must be... this must be the power of science!
Ema:
It says... "IPXX314206"... ...Is that the killer's name?
Judge:
Hmm. Maybe it is... if the killer was a robot!
Klavier:
Ah hah! I have it!
Apollo:
...So what is it?
Klavier:
I thought those letters "IPXX" looked familiar. This is an Interpol ID number.
Ema:
I-Interpol? You mean the international police agency?
Klavier:
Yes. Most are undercover agents working to solve international crimes. But why would he write that number...?
Apollo:
Why would Mr. LeTouse even know a number like that!?
Klavier:
Good show, Fräulein Detective. Rock on.
Ema:
Eh?
Klavier:
Your Honor! We can verify this number immediately.
Klavier:
...Daryan, are you there? Come up to the witness stand! Daryan... you heard what we need. Go check into this Interpol ID number.
Daryan:
Sure thing. Gimme 30 minutes. No... Gimme 27.
Judge:
Hmm... I'm not sure what to think of all this. The prosecution's case is airtight, or so it seems. Yet if this number is really that of an Interpol agent...
Ema:
Oh, wait, I know... What if Machi Tobaye's really an undercover Interpol agent?
Klavier:
That would be a possibility.
Judge:
A possibility, yes. And one that would mark him as the killer for certain.
Apollo:
(Why did LeTouse know an Interpol ID number...? That's what I want to know.)
Klavier:
Well, we have some time while we await Daryan's report. Let's work on unraveling another mystery, shall we? A curious mystery concerning Machi Tobaye.
Apollo:
...What are you talking about?
Klavier:
Fräulein Detective, please accept my apologies. I received word that the defendant could, in fact, see, just before the trial began. It seemed too much of a bother to tell you.
Ema:
...You had me until that last bit.
Klavier:
Does this not raise a rather straightforward question?
Ema:
Well, sure... Why did Machi pretend he couldn't see?
Klavier:
Exactly... It makes little sense. What do you think, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
Huh? Me?
Klavier:
Machi Tobaye pretended he was blind... ...Do you know why?
Ema:
How could he know!?
Trucy:
Wait... Prosecutor Gavin knows why, doesn't he...
Apollo:
(He's known from the start of the trial. He's been leading us on the whole time!)
Klavier:
Hmm? Something wrong? Do you think, perhaps, this is all some kind of game? Know that the moment I heard that report... ...I knew why.
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose people who have sold over a million records really are something else.
Apollo:
(What does that have to do with anything!?)
Klavier:
There was a reason why Machi Tobaye pretended to be blind. But it wasn't for his own sake. ...Getting the picture now?
Apollo:
It wasn't for himself...!?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Can you present evidence that shows us why the defendant had to feign blindness?
Show evidence
Apollo:
(Machi had no reason to pretend he couldn't see... Which means... No. It couldn't be!)
Klavier:
...Good show, Herr Forehead. It seems you've thought of something.
Apollo:
(Grr... Why can't I figure these things out on my own? I hate having to take my cues from this guy.) ...Very well. Look at this. This is why he was pretending he couldn't see!
Present Postcard
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
That is... Lamiroir?
Apollo:
Lamiroir and Machi Tobaye. Recall their relationship. In particular, their unique arrangement over the years before visiting our country.
Ema:
Lamiroir and her pianist... They would always walk together, she leading him by the hand. Even when they got on stage, she would lead him to the piano. She would walk all the way over there with him!
Apollo:
That's right. Because he was "blind". She led him at all times, never letting him go.
Judge:
All times... Hmm.
Apollo:
Yet, we have just learned something that makes their arrangement peculiar indeed. Machi could see! Why did they have to keep up this act the whole time?
Judge:
Well, wasn't it part of their, er, performance?
Apollo:
I think there's a simpler explanation. Machi did not need to be led by the hand at all. That can only mean one thing.
Ema:
Ah! Aaaaaaaaaaa... Really!?
Apollo:
Really. It was all the other way around. The one who needed to be led by the hand... ...was Lamiroir!
Judge:
Wh-What's this...? S-So you mean to say that Lamiroir is... she's...
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. Lamiroir is blind.
Ema:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! This is crazy, Prosecutor Gavin!
Klavier:
Is it now?
Judge:
Please... Please shed some sanity on this madness! The defense has made an outrageous claim...
Klavier:
The only thing outrageous I see about the defense is his vast forehead... ...Yet I see it is not vast in vain. This time. He's quite correct.
Judge:
B-But that makes no sense!
Leads to:
"Yeah! Wasn't she supposed to be the "landscape painter in sound" or something?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
What... is that supposed to mean? I don't see how it relates to the defendant's vision or lack thereof.
Apollo:
Well, see, it... (...is the wrong piece of evidence.)
Judge:
I do see how your lack of an answer relates to this penalty, however!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha. Herr Forehead, I'm disappointed in you. Unless you're merely "feigning" stupidity? Ja?
Apollo:
(Keep it up wise guy...)
Klavier:
Recall the relationship of Lamiroir and Machi Tobaye. In particular, their arrangement over the years before visiting our country.
Ema:
Lamiroir and her pianist... They would always walk together, she leading him by the hand. Even when they got on stage, she would lead him to the piano. She would walk all the way over there with him!
Klavier:
That's right. Because he was "blind". Or so we thought... She led him at all times. All times.
Judge:
All times... Hmm.
Klavier:
Yet we now know that Machi could see perfectly well. Why keep up the charade?
Judge:
Well, wasn't it part of their, er, performance?
Klavier:
There is a simpler explanation, Herr Judge. Machi did not need to be led by the hand at all. Which means...
Apollo:
Aaaaah! You don't mean---!?
Klavier:
I do. It was the other way around! The one who needed to be led by the hand... ...was Lamiroir!
Judge:
Wh-What's this...?
Judge:
S-So you mean to say that Lamiroir is... she's...
Klavier:
Blind as a bat, Herr Judge.
Ema:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! This is crazy, Prosecutor Gavin!
Leads to:
"Yeah! Wasn't she supposed to be the "landscape painter in sound" or something?"
I haven't a clue
Apollo:
...... (I have no idea!)
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha. Herr Forehead, I'm disappointed in you. Unless you're merely "feigning" stupidity? Ja?
Apollo:
(Keep it up wise guy...)
Klavier:
Recall the relationship of Lamiroir and Machi Tobaye. In particular, their arrangement over the years before visiting our country.
Ema:
Lamiroir and her pianist... They would always walk together, she leading him by the hand. Even when they got on stage, she would lead him to the piano. She would walk all the way over there with him!
Klavier:
That's right. Because he was "blind". Or so we thought... She led him at all times. All times.
Judge:
All times... Hmm.
Klavier:
Yet we now know that Machi could see perfectly well. Why keep up the charade?
Judge:
Well, wasn't it part of their, er, performance?
Klavier:
There is a simpler explanation, Herr Judge. Machi did not need to be led by the hand at all. Which means...
Apollo:
Aaaaah! You don't mean---!?
Klavier:
I do. It was the other way around! The one who needed to be led by the hand... ...was Lamiroir!
Judge:
Wh-What's this...?
Judge:
S-So you mean to say that Lamiroir is... she's...
Klavier:
Blind as a bat, Herr Judge.
Ema:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! This is crazy, Prosecutor Gavin!
Leads to:
"Yeah! Wasn't she supposed to be the "landscape painter in sound" or something?"
Ema:
Yeah! Wasn't she supposed to be the "landscape painter in sound" or something?
Klavier:
Well, since we have her here...
Ema:
!
Klavier:
...Why not ask Lamiroir herself? I believe she is still in the witness waiting room.
Trucy:
A-Apollo, what does this mean for our case!?
Apollo:
Don't ask me! I had no idea she couldn't see... I hadn't even imagined it until now!
Judge:
Bailiff! Bring in Lamiroir!
Klavier:
...Lamiroir. It pains me deeply to call you before us again in this way. And yet I must.
Lamiroir:
Please, do not be concerned on my behalf.
Apollo:
(Those eyes... She really can't see? Really?)
Lamiroir:
...... It is true.
Apollo:
...!
Lamiroir:
How funny it is that a tiny lie born in the Borginian countryside... ...would one day grow to entangle the entire world.
Judge:
So... So you are...!?
Lamiroir:
Yes. As I mentioned before... ...I have no memory of the time before I became Lamiroir. Know too that my memories begin in darkness. The word "light" has no meaning for Lamiroir.
Judge:
I see...
Klavier:
You may recall me saying something toward the beginning of this trial, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...? What's that?
Klavier:
I believe I said it was unfortunate this crime had no "direct" witnesses.
Apollo:
Ah...
Klavier:
Now, Lamiroir, I must ask you to stand once more. Will you testify to the court about your eyes?
Lamiroir:
Of course. It was never my intent to deceive any of you. May I begin, Your Honor?
Judge:
Uh, yes, yes of course... Though I admit, I'm a little lost here.
Apollo:
I think we're all a bit lost here, Your Honor.
Witness Testimony
-- Lamiroir's Eyes --
Lamiroir:
I have no memory of the "light".
I debuted in a world of darkness and sound...
My producer came up with my PR line before he knew this.
So, silly as it may sound, I had to pretend I could see.
Everyone on my staff knew, of course, but no others.
Judge:
But... this is a murder trial!
Lamiroir:
I apologize. It was part of my contract, you see. I was to keep my blindness a secret, no matter what. Music is everything for me. I never imagined something like this would...
Klavier:
She told us the truth in the beginning. When she said she "saw nothing".
Judge:
Very well. Does the defense have anything to add?
Apollo:
...... I'd like to cross-examine.
Trucy:
But, what is there left to ask!?
Apollo:
There was one thing in her testimony that bothered me.
Klavier:
Perhaps it is best we let you get it out of your system. Someday you'll come to understand... ...the importance of thinking for yourself.
Judge:
Very well. The defense may proceed. However... Be aware this court will not tolerate any questions deemed too stressful to the witness.
Apollo:
...OK. (There was only one part that bothered me... Just let me ask about that and I'll be happy.)
Cross Examination
-- Lamiroir's Eyes --
Lamiroir:
I have no memory of the "light".
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, you don't know why you went blind?
Lamiroir:
...I do not. I may have been born this way, in fact.
Klavier:
...It's fruitless to attempt to pry into her past. And, I might add, it's a delicate subject.
Judge:
I'm not sure we can reasonably expect Mr. Justice to do anything delicately.
Apollo:
(Hey! Why I oughta... take a deep breath and calm down.)
Lamiroir:
What I am now is all that I have. It is enough, I think.
Lamiroir:
I debuted in a world of darkness and sound...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Weren't you nervous to hit the stage in your condition?
Lamiroir:
No, not at all, surprisingly. It felt natural, singing in front of everyone.
Judge:
It's not something just anyone can do.
Klavier:
She has talent, that much is quite clear. You might even say she is beloved by the gods of music.
Lamiroir:
Even without light, I live perfectly happy in my world of sound. If that is a talent, as you say, then I thank the gods responsible.
Apollo:
What about your PR motto?
Lamiroir:
My producer came up with my PR line before he knew this.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Perhaps your music reminded him of the Borginian scenery?
Lamiroir:
Ah ha ha. No, it was quite the opposite.
Apollo:
The opposite?
Lamiroir:
According to my producer... ...my music has a certain "global" quality.
Judge:
Global?
Lamiroir:
Multicultural, if you will. Hard to pin to one region. When people listen to it, they picture the country closest to their hearts. Which is why my music has reached so many.
Trucy:
What a lovely story!
Klavier:
It sounds like this producer might have known what he was doing after all.
Lamiroir:
My songs are nothing more than a white canvas. To me, the real landscape painter [sic] are the listeners. When I think of that, I do not mind how I am represented to the world so much. Yet, one thing quickly led to another...
Lamiroir:
So, silly as it may sound, I had to pretend I could see.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Was that to protect your image as the "landscape painter in sound"?
Lamiroir:
That does not matter so much to me, really. But the label is quite concerned about it, I think.
Trucy:
A landscape painter who can't see... that's like a pianist who can't play, huh.
Apollo:
I'm not sure you can compare your father to Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
The world of commercial music is filled with these little white lies. Nothing is sacred when it comes to publicity...
Lamiroir:
Everyone on my staff knew, of course, but no others.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"When you say your staff, do you include Mr. LeTouse?"
Apollo:
(I suppose that's her confession, of sorts. There's just one part that bothers me... ...And I'm going to get to the bottom of it.)
Apollo:
When you say your staff, do you include Mr. LeTouse?
Lamiroir:
Of course. He was my manager.
Apollo:
(So he knew... and that's what's been bugging me!)
Judge:
Something the matter, Mr. Justice?
Klavier:
I believe I know what is bothering our young defense attorney. ...You are thinking of when you discovered the body, yes?
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
Is he right, Apollo?
Apollo:
...Yes, I was.
LeTouse:
......Nnnh......
Apollo:
...! (He... He's alive!) Mr. LeTouse! Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
...Cold... so cold... Witness...
Apollo:
You're cold? D-Don't worry, you're going to be fine! Help is on the way!
LeTouse:
...Can't s...see...
Apollo:
Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse! Tell me, who was the witness?
LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse told me to ask the witness, and he named you.
Lamiroir:
...!
Apollo:
Why would he do that? He knew you were blind!
Lamiroir:
I... I don't know...
Klavier:
Tsk, tsk.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
What did I just say? You need to learn to think for yourself.
Apollo:
Meaning what...?
Klavier:
There is no mystery here if you recall everything he said. Think of his last words once more.
Judge:
"The witness... siren"? We've heard them many times. Along with a little play-acting by our defense.
Klavier:
I remember them well myself, but that statement is not to what I refer. I mean what he said before that.
Apollo:
...Before? (What came before that...?) Ack!
Klavier:
...That's right. He tried to tell you. When he said "can't see" he wasn't talking about himself. He was talking about the witness!
Judge:
I see!
Klavier:
Too bad the defense did not. Well, Herr Forehead? Try relaxing and "looking" at the facts first next time.
Apollo:
...Urk!
Judge:
Order! Order!
Klavier:
Recall Lamiroir's earlier testimony...
Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit. There were two shots... I couldn't do anything to stop it.
Judge:
But she couldn't have heard those gunshots! I thought we proved that...
Klavier:
That is not the most important point here.
Judge:
Hmm?
Klavier:
The moment he was shot, Mr. LeTouse "witnessed" her through that window. ...Why else would he have named her as the witness?
Apollo:
Ah...
Lamiroir:
But I really did hear them! Two gunshots... and the man's voice!
Klavier:
Unfortunately, such a thing was impossible. The window was closed. We have already run a simulation, of course.
Lamiroir:
But it was so clear... If I heard that voice again, I would know it in an instant...
Judge:
Hmm...
Bailiff:
...Your Honor!
Judge:
What is it, Bailiff? Can't you see we're in session here!?
Bailiff:
We have the results back from the investigation!
Judge:
The investigation...?
Klavier:
Ah, the Interpol number that Mr. LeTouse left us.
Judge:
...! Well let's hear it! ...We will continue this cross-examination afterward. Detective Crescend! Your report please!
Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that number. I'm sure you'll find their answer intriguing.
Klavier:
...Quick work as always, Daryan.
Judge:
Well, tell us about the number! Is the defendant a secret agent!?
Daryan:
"IPXX314206"... The agent registered under that number... ...was Romein LeTouse.
Klavier:
What...?
Daryan:
Our undercover Interpol agent was Mr. LeTouse himself! He was apparently in the middle of an operation.
Apollo:
So, when he wrote those letters...
Daryan:
...He was trying to tell us his own identity. And a cautious killer tried to wipe them away.
Trucy:
Mr. LeTouse was an undercover Interpol agent... So him being Lamiroir's manager...
Apollo:
...Was just a cover, most likely.
Daryan:
There's one other important detail I found.
Klavier:
Well, out with it.
Daryan:
It concerns that 45-caliber revolver, the murder weapon. Apparently, it belonged to Romein LeTouse. He had an Interpol permit to carry firearms. ...And the registration number on the revolver matched.
Klavier:
So the victim was killed with his own weapon, which makes sense. It's hard to imagine someone who wasn't an Interpol agent with such a large revolver.
Apollo:
(So the victim was an Interpol agent on an undercover op... I wonder how that ties into everything.)
Trucy:
It's got to tie in somehow, you'd think.
Apollo:
Yeah, somehow...
Judge:
Thanks for looking into that for us, Detective Crescend. It's a great help.
Daryan:
Oh, no problem at all, Your Honor. ...I'll be heading out...
???:
Hold it!
Lamiroir:
Wait!
Judge:
La-Lamiroir! Is something the matter?
Lamiroir:
That voice just now...
Klavier:
Daryan?
Lamiroir:
Mr. Daryan, is it...? ............ It was him. I am sure of it.
Judge:
It was "him"?
Klavier:
Y-You aren't saying--!?
Lamiroir:
That voice I heard, talking to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard the gunshots fired. It was him! It was Mr. Daryan!
Klavier:
Is this some kind of a joke!?
Apollo:
Whaaaaaaaat!?
Daryan:
...No way...
Apollo:
(The courtroom fell into such a chaotic state, the trial had to be suspended temporarily. I'd never seen that happen before. Of course, it's not every day that you get an accusation like that one. Lamiroir, fingering Daryan Crescend. Not only is he a guitarist, he's a detective! Could it really have been his voice Lamiroir heard? Things were changing fast, and frankly, I wasn't sure I could keep up with it.)
Trucy:
Hey! No wimping out now, Apollo!
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Apollo:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure, Mr. Justice. Objection overruled.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
This evidence clearly reveals a contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Apollo:
They aren't, are they...?
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Justice, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Apollo:
...Um... You sure about that?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(Ack! That didn't go so well.)
Perceive wrong area (during cross-examination segment "What I Saw")
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
You may have seen the world, but I've seen your heart. You were flustered during your testimony just now!
Lamiroir:
...... I do not understand what it is you are saying. Perhaps this is a joke, in your culture?
Trucy:
She doesn't seem very flustered to me, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Hmm. Maybe I got that one wrong. I have to look harder! I'll find that weak spot!)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Machi Tobaye...
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will surrender himself to the court's care... ...to undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month's time. Court is adjourned!
Turnabout Serenade
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
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Part 3
Part 4
July 9, 2:12 PM
Wright Anything Agency
Trucy:
Hey, hey, Apollo!
Apollo:
What?
Trucy:
Um, well, you know... ...Um, actually, nothing. I mean, something. ...Or maybe not.
Apollo:
Out with it. The suspense is giving me an ulcer.
Trucy:
Well, you know, the trial today? I was thinking... If you gave it a score, what score would you give it?
Apollo:
Score? Um, gee... I guess I would... um, or maybe... well... ...Bah. I'm just as bad as you.
Trucy:
See? It's so... so vague!
Apollo:
Clearly. Machi avoided a guilty verdict, which is something. Though I can't say I'm any less confused about the case.
Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that number. I'm sure you'll find their answer intriguing. "IPXX314206"... The agent registered under that number... ...was Romein LeTouse.
Apollo:
And the victim, Mr. LeTouse... Who would have guessed he was actually an undercover Interpol agent!? ...What a mess. And we don't have any idea what he was investigating.
Trucy:
Well, true, but we know who shot him now! Lamiroir told the whole court!
Lamiroir:
Wait! That voice just now... ............ It was him. I am sure of it. That voice I heard, talking to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard the gunshots fired. It was him! It was Mr. Daryan!
Trucy:
It's another mystery, Apollo! I love mysteries.
Apollo:
I don't. Speaking of mysteries, what's Mr. Wright up to? I wouldn't mind asking his opinion.
Trucy:
Now that you mention it, I haven't seen Daddy around.
Apollo:
What, is he some kind of stray that just wanders in and out at will?
Trucy:
I wouldn't say that, but he has been going out a lot. Some "top secret mission", he said.
Apollo:
Top secret...?
Trucy:
Anyway, you can't just rely on him to save the day! And you've got me to help you. We'll be fine!
Apollo:
Fine... right. Well, time's a-wasting, as they say. Let's investigate.
Trucy:
That's the spirit!
Examine
Bookshelf
Apollo:
There are several books of magic mixed in with the legal books on the shelves. I dusted them recently. Nothing like the gleam of clean books!
Charley the plant
Apollo:
Mr. Charley, the potted plant. Huh? His leaves are looking a little... brown.
Trucy:
Good morning, Mr. Charley! Ack! M-Mr. Charley! Your leaves!
Apollo:
Maybe you weren't giving him enough water?
Trucy:
No, no, it must be stress. He's worried about the new recruit at the office.
Apollo:
Hey, don't blame it on me! You are watering him, right?
Trucy:
It was Daddy's turn to water him this week... Ack!
Apollo:
Mr. Wright has been away on his "top secret mission", no?
Trucy:
I'm sorry Mr. Charley, this is all my fault. I'll water you soon, promise!
Hula hoop
Apollo:
You know, that ring kind of gets in the way. Our client the other day tripped on it and fell on the floor.
Trucy:
...Sending my ring rolling out the door! You know how long it took me to find it?
Apollo:
You know how long it took to calm down the client? And in the end, they walked out without hiring us. Could you clean up a bit?
Trucy:
But don't you think the props give the office a festive, fun-filled mood?
Apollo:
I'm not sure law offices have to be festive and fun-filled.
Trucy:
Apollo! This is the "Wright Anything Agency"! As CEO, I want an office that says we know how to have fun!
Apollo:
(I guess it is her office... isn't it?)
Magic split box
Apollo:
A strange, split box leers at me from the wall. No matter how many times I see that there, it still strikes me as... odd.
Trucy:
Really? I guess I've gotten used to it, after growing up with it always around the house.
Apollo:
What kind of a home did you grow up in!?
Trucy:
I'd hide in there when we played hide 'n' seek! You just get in, slide the sections around, and you're impossible to find!
Apollo:
I bet you would be...
Photograph
Apollo:
A faded photograph showing one of Trucy's favorite magicians. She talks to it daily for good luck, I hear.
Trucy:
Ack! I almost forgot! Umm... I hope I become a famous Grand Magician! Oh, and I hope Apollo becomes an Ace Attorney! ...There! All done.
Apollo:
(I suppose if you're going to talk to inanimate objects, a photo isn't so bad.)
Piano
Apollo:
How is your magic act coming along?
Trucy:
Well, I've been working on my "cups & balls" routine.
Apollo:
Is that the one where the ball moves from under one cup to the other?
Trucy:
That's right! The very same! Here, watch... First, I put one of the cups over the ball... then I snap my fingers! Ta da! The ball's under the other cup!
Apollo:
...It's not there.
Trucy:
...... ...Watch me pull something out of my magic panties!
Apollo:
Nice try.
Trucy:
Guess I know what I'll be doing tonight. Practicing! You can be my audience, Apollo!
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Silk hat
Apollo:
That's one of those hats you pull things out of, right?
Trucy:
Of course! My hat's like a little universe! Bigger on the inside than on the outside!
Apollo:
Hmm... That reminds me of a sci-fi show I used to watch.
Trucy:
Incidentally, my pocket is a little universe, too! And my panties, and...
Apollo:
I get the idea.
Spaghetti
Apollo:
I've seen some restaurants that set out real food to show what's on the menu.
Trucy:
I have, too! But I noticed something strange... One time, there was a sandwich without any lettuce! Like it had disappeared... by magic!
Apollo:
...I'm sure someone just swiped the lettuce and ate it.
Trucy:
Wait, that sandwich... You didn't...! Apollo, you shouldn't eat sample food, no matter how hungry you are!
Apollo:
Just how hard up do you think I am!?
Table
Trucy:
Well, how about some tea? Here you go!
Apollo:
Um, thanks. That's nice. ...But this is not the time to be drinking tea!
Trucy:
That's right, we have to get investigating! Ack, that was a close call! We almost relaxed!
Talk
Daryan did it
Apollo:
Lamiroir dropped a bomb in court today... "It was Daryan"...
Trucy:
Lamiroir said she's never forgotten a voice, right? That's so cool!
Apollo:
Um, I guess.
Trucy:
What's that called again? Um... Elephant ears...? I bet that's what they're called...
Apollo:
...Somehow I don't think that means what you think it means. ...And she has to be wrong, this time.
Trucy:
Wrong? Why?
Apollo:
I mean, look... Those gunshots were right during the concert!
Trucy:
That's right! I was burning up the dance floor at the time.
Apollo:
Right... Did you happen to look up on stage? Maybe... at Daryan, even?
Trucy:
You bet I did! He is one of the Gavinners's guitarists after all! He's so cool! ...Oh.
Apollo:
Right. All the Gavinners have a rock-solid alibi. He couldn't have shot Mr. LeTouse backstage.
Trucy:
But... Lamiroir heard him, didn't she? She heard Daryan backstage... Right...?
Apollo:
(Somebody's either wrong, or lying very badly here...)
Agent LeTouse
Apollo:
An Interpol agent... hmm.
Trucy:
I was wondering, what is "Interpol" anyway?
Apollo:
Huh? Interpol? They're the guys who catch international criminals.
Trucy:
Why can't they just call them "International Police" instead of making up some silly name?
Apollo:
Yeah... ...Anyway, you think he was investigating Lamiroir?
Trucy:
Whaaaa--!? Why would anyone do that? She's not a criminal! She couldn't be!
Apollo:
Don't be fooled by appearances is all I'm saying.
Trucy:
But remember I'm a magician, Apollo! I can spot a palmed coin at fifty paces!
Apollo:
If only it were that easy. ...In any case, we know he was working on something.
Trucy:
I wonder if it was something that has something to do with something. That something being our case. The last something, I mean.
Apollo:
Something like that. ...Frankly, the whole thing is making my head hurt. (What was Mr. LeTouse up to?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Trucy:
That again? You sure like your attorney's badge. Still, I'm afraid our clients are getting tired of it...
Apollo:
...Well I'm not. So there.
Anything else
Trucy:
I'm not sure about that, sorry. I was ripping up the dance floor at the time of the shooting, after all.
After clearing all Talk options:
???:
Ahhh ha ha ha ha haa!
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
Um, Trucy? Was that another one of your tricks?
Trucy:
It wasn't me! I can't even make Mr. Hat laugh like that!
???:
...Wherever the mundane gives way to miracles, a word is whispered... Gramarye!
Trucy:
Hey! The other day...
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
Who's there!?
Trucy:
We... didn't just imagine that, did we?
Apollo:
He was wearing a silk hat. ...Friend of yours?
Trucy:
Hardly!
???:
We meet again!
Apollo:
Ah, um, nice to meet you. Who... are you? (And could you please stop smirking like that?)
Trucy:
Ah. Ahhhhhhh! It's you!!! Uncle Valant!
Apollo:
Uncle Valant...? He's your uncle!?
Trucy:
No, silly! It's the Great Gramarye, Valant Gramarye! The Grand Magician!
Valant:
Yes, it is I, the Great Valant Gramarye. As seen on television.
Apollo:
(And could you please stop smirking like that?)
Valant:
It's been a while, Miss Trucy. Seven years to be exact! My, how you've grown!
Trucy:
Good to see you again, Uncle Valant! You... look exactly the same!
Apollo:
Um, I hate to intrude, but... What is a Great Magician doing paying us a visit?
Valant:
I believe it was you who wished to see me? So, be quick with your questions! And do not quail, quake, or quiver. I am quite tame. Though my stardom may sear the sight... I'm quite down to earth when need calls.
Apollo:
(He does have a certain aura to him, it's true.)
Trucy:
Let's ask him about the case, Apollo!
Apollo:
(His "aura" sure isn't lost on our magician-in-the-making. She's practically drooling with enthusiasm.)
Trucy:
After all... ...Uncle Valant's one of Daddy's best friends! That's why I call him "uncle".
Apollo:
Wh-What? Daddy... you mean Mr. Wright...?
Trucy:
No, I mean... My real Daddy.
Apollo:
...! (Trucy's real father!?)
Talk
Troupe Gramarye
Trucy:
Wait, Apollo... Don't tell me you don't know about Troupe Gramarye?
Apollo:
Troupe Grammarie... huh? No. But it does sound kind of familiar...
Valant:
Oh, lost life! Lamentably listless lad! To not know of the greatest troupe of magicians on the planet!
Apollo:
(Valant Gramarye... The name began to surface in my mind. It was a name I'd heard on television as a child.)
Trucy:
You bet you've heard the name! He made a cruise ship disappear, and blew up an amusement park... ...Oh, and he made all this gold disappear from a safe! And then escaped from a high security prison!
Apollo:
Um... ...You said he is a magician?
Valant:
I open the locks to hearts chained... by mediocrity. This is the true miracle of Troupe Gramarye.
Apollo:
...Wait.
Trucy:
What, Apollo?
Apollo:
I do remember... seeing you on television... a long time ago. Weren't you with someone else...? Like, a duo?
Trucy:
A duo?
Apollo:
Yeah, you had a partner. "Something Gramarye"...
Valant:
Yes... Zak. Zak Gramarye. A masterful maker of magic, a capable crafter of shining showmanship!
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
? Why's everyone so quiet?
Trucy:
Daddy...
Apollo:
Daddy...? (Huh!? Oh, no way!)
Trucy's father
Valant:
Once upon a time, the Troupe Gramarye included two Grand Magicians. Myself, Valant Gramarye, and my partner... Zak Gramarye!
Apollo:
And this Zak was...?
Trucy:
He was my real Daddy.
Apollo:
(Trucy's father, a magician... I guess it makes sense.) ...I had no idea.
Trucy:
There wasn't much point in talking about it... Not now that he's gone.
Apollo:
...Oh, I'm sorry.
Trucy:
No, it's OK. I'm not lonely. I've got my Daddy, after all! And you make me laugh, Apollo.
Apollo:
Glad that I'm good for comic relief, at least.
Trucy:
...Not that I see Daddy around much these days.
Present
Anything
Valant:
What's this? You would ask me for a miracle? Free of fee? Then thy wish be granted! Thy will be done! Thy evidence evicted into the ether!
Apollo:
Ack! No evicting, please! (...Are all magicians like this, I wonder?)
After clearing all Talk options:
Valant:
...Ach, I've been remiss in remembering my reasons for my visit.
Apollo:
Reasons?
Valant:
Two, in fact! The first being, of course... ...to see you, Miss Trucy.
Trucy:
You don't know how happy I am to see you again, Uncle Valant!
Valant:
I'm sure you are.
Apollo:
...Not one for modesty, are you?
Valant:
When I encountered you at the Coliseum... the first time in seven years... ...I could fain contain my emotions! I wept oceans! And to learn you now defend that poor pianist, that blinded boy! Twas a hot topic of talk amongst the staff, you know. And defend him you did!
Trucy:
Eh heh. Well, it wasn't all my doing.
Apollo:
Um, I'm his defense attorney, actually.
Valant:
My other reason for coming here today... was this.
Trucy:
That's... a video tape?
Valant:
Quite so. A recording of the concert, no less. I've brought it for you, Trucy, on behalf of Troupe Gramarye. Will you watch it?
Sugar, Sugar...O that night, in your embrace.
When you stole away the keysmy heart held on to so tight.
Pleasure...But a fleeting melody
It wraps itself around me,And now through the air I fly.
Woh... Woh...
Burning on in my heart. Fire.Burn my love away. All away.
Like a bullet of love. Fire.Take my life away. All away.
Guitar, Guitar...Up together to the sky.
Trucy:
Wow... It's almost as good as it was live. So... what's the word? Mysterious...
Apollo:
(There are more mysterious things than her song going on... Way more mysterious...)
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha...!
Apollo:
(This Valant Gramarye has good reasons to be here today... But I wonder what his "reasons" were to be at that concert?)
Video Tape received from Valant.
Present
Video Tape
Leads to:
"So, I was wondering... That stunt in the middle of the song there..."
Apollo:
So, I was wondering... That stunt in the middle of the song there...
Trucy:
I didn't see a stunt...
Apollo:
What about Lamiroir vanishing and reappearing!?
Trucy:
Oh, that? I guess I'm so used to seeing that happen I didn't even notice.
Apollo:
(So young to be so jaded...)
Valant:
A simple slight-of-hand [sic], a petit prestidigitation. A modicum of magic from me... to you.
Trucy:
So that's why you were at the concert!
Valant:
Yes. I was there to watch my trick take to the air...
Apollo:
So you're the one who knows how it was all done.
Valant:
Of course. I am like a deity, with the stage as my domain! I suffer no mystery upon those floodlit boards not grasped tightly twixt my fingers. It is a potent, primeval power I possess.
Apollo:
Um... Well... Do you think you could... ...tell me how it was done!?
Trucy:
Hey now!
Apollo:
Trucy...?
Trucy:
That's like, totally against the rules, Apollo!
Apollo:
Not during a murder investigation, it's not!
Valant:
Mais non, for my illusions are mine alone, m'sieur. Also...
Apollo:
Also what?
Valant:
Recall that the terrible occurrence happened later. Well after my illusion entranced the audience.
Apollo:
Oh.
Valant:
Don't even ask. I won't answer.
Trucy:
Too bad for you, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Grr. Whose side are you on?)
Valant:
...I, Valant Gramarye, now make my leave, Miss Trucy.
Trucy:
There's no need to rush, Uncle Valant! You should stay a while!
Valant:
I am afraid I cannot. I may not. I shall not. I have been asked to assist with an analysis and so I shall slink back to the scene.
Apollo:
So... you'll be at the concert venue today?
Valant:
Correct. If you would call on me, come to the Coliseum! See you later, crocodile.
Apollo:
(With a whir of his cloak, and a wink of his eye... ...he turned and walked out through the door. Normally.)
Trucy:
Well, there you go, Apollo! Let's get cracking!
Apollo:
...Right. (Valant Gramarye... I've got a few more things to ask him. Foremost among them, that bit of magic that made Lamiroir disappear... ...And how he knows Trucy, and her "real" father...!)
Examine
Photograph
Apollo:
So this photo is of your father, Trucy?
Trucy:
Someday, I'll be as good a magician as Zak Gramarye! You'll see! 
Apollo:
(No wonder she's so devoted to her art...)
Trucy:
You should have seen him on stage, Apollo! He made things disappear right and left! Poof poof poof! Until he even made himself disappear! Cool, huh?
Apollo:
Uh, yeah... (Is that how it really happened?)
July 9Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Apollo:
(Machi may not be guilty, but he's still a suspect.)
Trucy:
But they don't have any decisive evidence!
Apollo:
Yeah, but only someone as small as him could have gotten out of that room.
Trucy:
Right... the air vent.
Apollo:
And... he lied.
Trucy:
Lied?
Apollo:
(Machi Tobaye can see...)
Machi:
....................
Trucy:
Ah! Machi!
Apollo:
Speak of the devil.
Machi:
....................
Trucy:
He looks like he's doing OK!
Apollo:
I forget. Why did we come here? It's not like we can talk to him or anything.
Trucy:
Words are overrated! Feelings are what matter, Apollo.
Apollo:
It's kinda hard to build a court case on feelings. But, since we're here, anyway. Might as well get what I want to say off my chest.
Trucy:
If you need someone to complain to, I'll listen...
Apollo:
(I think she's actually worried for me...)
Machi:
.....................
Examine
Security camera
Apollo:
That security camera is looking at me. Why do I feel this sudden urge to make a silly face?
Security guard
Apollo:
A security guard. He stands here, watching this room. His eyes when he looks at Machi are gentle. Maybe he has a kid the same age.
Talk
The trial today
Trucy:
So, what did you think of the trial today?
Machi:
.....................
Trucy:
...Whew. I'm glad he doesn't understand English after all. If he did, he would have been scared out of his mind by that trial.
Apollo:
Hey, all's well that ends well. You have to be more goal oriented. If he's not guilty, we win.
Trucy:
No, if he's innocent, we win. Machi might not understand English, but I bet he gets that better than you do.
Machi:
.....................
BRACELET THUMPS
Apollo:
...! (Huh...?)
Lamiroir's testimony
Trucy:
I'm glad Lamiroir testified! What a great person. She even got Machi off the hook by naming another suspect!
Apollo:
Daryan of the Gavinners... The detective. I wonder if Machi knows what happened?
Trucy:
?
Apollo:
I mean, if he could follow how the trial went at all. If no one told him there's a new suspect, how would he know?
BRACELET THUMPS
Apollo:
Hey...
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
No... It's nothing.
Machi:
.....................
Machi's eyesight
Trucy:
So, Machi... You can see, right?
Machi:
........................
Trucy:
Machi can see, and Lamiroir can't... The whole world's gone topsy-turvy!
Machi:
........................
Trucy:
Sorry, Apollo. I don't think we're going to get any information out of Machi. ...Which makes sense.
Apollo:
(...Yeah, I guess it does...)
Present
Anything
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]...
Trucy:
I think he said... "I am sorry I cannot speak your language. You are very beautiful, fair maiden."
Apollo:
...This is why I never trust a translator.
After clearing "The trial today" and "Lamiroir's testimony" Talk options:
Apollo:
...I must be imagining it.
Trucy:
Imagining what, Apollo?
Apollo:
It's just, I couldn't help but feel that... I dunno. Machi... ...He doesn't understand what we're saying, right?
Trucy:
How could he? He's a young Borginian! He doesn't speak English.
Apollo:
Yeah, but my bracelet is reacting to him.
Trucy:
Huh? Maybe it's malfunctioning? Or it's scared, because you keep making those "I'm so mad" faces.
Apollo:
Was I that bad? (Machi lied about not being able to see... But what if that's not all he lied about?)
Trucy:
If you're curious about it there's only one thing to do. You should ask him.
Apollo:
(I think it'll take something big to get to him... Some kind of undeniable evidence.) ...We'll be back, Machi.
Machi:
........................
July 9
Sunshine Coliseum
Trucy:
Woo! What a great day! It's perfect weather for sleuthing!
Apollo:
The weather matters for an investigation?
Trucy:
Don't some days just feel like "magic" days or "defense" days?
Apollo:
Um, sure. Let's get started, shall we?
Trucy:
Right on! Show us your stuff, Apollo!
Apollo:
Um, what stuff?
Trucy:
Your voice training! This is the perfect place for it!
Apollo:
I did enough at home, thanks.
Trucy:
Aw, there's no need to be shy! Keep that up and you'll never make it on the big stage!
Apollo:
I'm happy in the courtroom, thank you. I am a lawyer.
Trucy:
Then you're in luck, because it's lawyer weather today! Don't you just want to face the blue sky and shout, "Objection!"?
Apollo:
Look, the weather has nothing to do with lawyers. Let's get going already!
Examine
Blimp
Trucy:
Look! A blimp!
Apollo:
Those balloons next to it have ad banners on them.
Trucy:
Let's see... "Big Sale, All Shirts 50% Off."
Apollo:
Oh. It's an ad for the department store next door.
Blue Badger
Apollo:
What's that... creature there?
Trucy:
Oooh! That's the police mascot, the Blue Badger!
Apollo:
Eh? It's life size!
Trucy:
Haven't you seen them around town? Patrolling the streets? Yes, now even law and order has a mascot!
Apollo:
...I'd run from that thing even if I wasn't a criminal. Why does its head wobble like that when it walks? It's freaky.
Trucy:
I don't think you're showing true Blue Badger spirit, Apollo.
Coliseum building
Apollo:
Sunshine Coliseum sure is living up to its name today.
Trucy:
It's huge! And Mr. Gavin got to play on that enormous stage... I'm so jealous! Someday, I'll fight my first battle on this stage!
Apollo:
Battle?
Trucy:
Well, yeah, it's a coliseum, isn't it?
Apollo:
Um, they don't do gladiatorial contests at these places any more, Trucy.
Trucy:
Really? I had no idea! I wonder why they stopped.
Apollo:
(Sometimes I worry about her.)
Signboard
Apollo:
Look, a massive sign for the "Guilty as Charged" Tour. A giant Prosecutor Gavin stares out over the arena.
Trucy:
Ooh! Maybe I can take it to the office when they're done with it!
Apollo:
Um, where would you put it? You couldn't even get that thing through the front door.
Trucy:
Then I'll put it outside! I bet it'd be good for business!
Apollo:
Just as long as no one comes expecting us to prosecute.
Trucy:
Well, if anyone comes looking for a concert, leave it to me!
Apollo:
(Is this part of some twisted plan of hers to make her singing debut, I wonder?)
July 9
Backstage Hallway
Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney.
Apollo:
Lamiroir! I'm sorry about today... I...
Lamiroir:
There is nothing you need to apologize for. You were merely defending Machi.
Trucy:
Um... Are you OK? Alone, I mean.
Lamiroir:
Humans are blessed with five senses. Even robbed of one, we get by. ...Though it does make being a witness rather difficult.
Trucy:
Speaking of "seeing", you knew who we were before we spotted you just now. And we weren't even talking.
Lamiroir:
...I heard your footsteps several times the day before.
Trucy:
Oh... You must have great ears!
Apollo:
(Ears that heard the crime taking place... Or so she claimed yesterday. ...But how?)
Examine
Blue Badger
Apollo:
That would be the Blue Badger, the police mascot. There's a guy outside in a giant Blue Badger costume, lumbering about... He stands out even more than those Gavinners posters.
Trucy:
It's all the same! He's the band mascot, too, you know.
Apollo:
I can't picture Prosecutor Gavin going for that kind of thing.
Trucy:
Neither can I. I'll bet there's a story there just waiting to be told!
Headset
Trucy:
That's been lying there since the day before yesterday.
Apollo:
It's small. Maybe no one's noticed it.
Trucy:
I kinda want to pick it up. It'd make a cool souvenir, don't you think?
Apollo:
(It does stick out in my mind for some reason...)
Left hallway door
Apollo:
That's the Gavinners's dressing room. They're all out on the investigation. Being backstage isn't half as glamorous without a band here.
Right hallway door
Apollo:
That's Lamiroir's dressing room... and the scene of the crime. It's kind of lightly guarded for being a crime scene.
Trucy:
I'm not complaining! Makes it easier for us to go in! And Ema gave us her OK, right? We can wander in and do as we like!
Apollo:
(How is Ema doing, anyway...? I hope she's not getting cavities from eating all those chocolate Snackoos...)
Gavinners's Dressing Room
Examine
Postcards
Apollo:
It's a stack of Lamiroir's postcards. There it is... The "landscape painter in sound"...
Trucy:
It must be hard to pretend you can see when you can't.
Apollo:
Yet the way she sings so effortlessly... you'd think she had life easy. Some people are just impressive like that.
Trucy:
You know it! It just makes me think about how much further I have to go!
Apollo:
(I hope we can solve this quickly and not add to her troubles...)
Speaker
Apollo:
The speaker here is the same as the one in Lamiroir's room. I wonder if this one was blaring as loud as hers.
Trucy:
I don't see a volume control anywhere in the room... My guess is they give all the rooms equal treatment!
Apollo:
...You mean equal punishment.
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
Examine
Air vent
Apollo:
They found Machi Tobaye's fingerprints on that air vent.
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
What's with the long face?
Trucy:
It's a little lackluster, you know.
Apollo:
Lackluster...?
Trucy:
I mean, using the air vent is so obvious! No audience is going to pay good money to see a trick like that.
Apollo:
...... Things must look different through a magician's eyes.
Trucy:
It'd be much cooler if the killer got out through that tiny window!
Apollo:
Don't go there. You'll get your head stuck.
Brooch
Apollo:
Right after the shooting took place... ...Lamiroir tried to come into the dressing room, and dropped her brooch.
Trucy:
I think that fits with the other stuff we know. Do you think the timing of when she dropped it is important?
Apollo:
Yeah... Something about it bugs me, that's for sure.
Bullet holes
Apollo:
Look at the way those bullets tore through this thick wall. That revolver really was something else.
Trucy:
I wonder if someone as little as me could even fire it?
Apollo:
Dislocating your shoulder would kind of put a crimp on your stage career.
Trucy:
Daddy always has stiff shoulders, maybe that could loosen him up!
Apollo:
Don't even mention it. I'm afraid he might go out and actually try it.
Trucy:
Nah, he doesn't have the guts to pull the trigger, I bet.
Fruit basket
Trucy:
Look! It's fruit! Fruit, Apollo! Fruit!!!
Apollo:
...I heard you the first time. It sure is a lot of fruit. I doubt anyone would miss a bit of watermelon...
Trucy:
I know, I'll make it vanish! Into my stomach!
Apollo:
Better not. They might make you pay for it. And if you have the money for that, you should probably repaint the office first.
Trucy:
Watermelons are that expensive!?
Apollo:
*shrug* These could've been imported from some exotic locale, for all we know.
(Step)ladder
Apollo:
The shooter must have used that to climb up to the vent.
Trucy:
All this tragedy, because someone left a stepladder here.
Apollo:
...I don't think Mr. LeTouse was shot because of the ladder.
Trucy:
You think it was Machi?
Apollo:
I guess... That air vent is pretty small, after all. (Does that prove he was at the scene...? Did he escape in the time between the gunshots and us opening the door?)
Poster next to TV
Apollo:
It's a poster for another show. "This Summer: A Legal Eagles Production of 'Case Closed'."
Trucy:
I looked into that performance group. Turns out they're all law enforcement-related, too. Apparently, their serious portrayal of law and order is a big draw!
Apollo:
...That sounds so boring, it's probably pretty interesting.
Trucy:
You're a complicated man, Mr. Apollo Justice.
Poster over TV
Trucy:
A Gavinners poster.
Apollo:
How many of those did they put up, anyway?
Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin looked so cool on stage! You should learn to play the guitar, too, Apollo! You can accompany my magic act!
Apollo:
...We'd certainly be a novelty act, if nothing else. (I'll think about it if I ever lose my attorney's badge.)
Speaker
Apollo:
A speaker for monitoring the stage. It was blaring at the time of the shooting.
Trucy:
It's a pretty old model for such a nice place.
Apollo:
I guess they don't care about sound quality back here. As long as you can hear it... (Not that a loss of fidelity could possibly make that music worse...)
Trucy:
Good speakers must cost a lot. You have any idea how much a nice one that size would cost, Apollo?
Apollo:
Probably a good ten years of your allowance, give or take.
Trucy:
Whaaat!? But that's almost 600 dollars!
Apollo:
...... (Five dollars a month...? Poor Trucy... Wait till she finds out you need to buy two speakers for a stereo...)
Television
Apollo:
That's one of the biggest, most expensive-looking TVs I've ever seen.
Trucy:
Too bad you'll never own one.
Apollo:
"Never"'s kind of harsh, Trucy.
Trucy:
Hmm. How about "for all eternity" then?
Apollo:
Same difference.
Carpet square
Apollo:
Hey, look. A part of the carpet has been torn up here.
Trucy:
That was the part we did the luminol testing on in court!
Apollo:
Luminol... right.
Trucy:
You know what I couldn't stop thinking? Who's going to pay for this carpet?
Apollo:
As long as it's not us... Maybe... the shooter?
Trucy:
I guess it's true what they say. Crime doesn't pay!
Apollo:
I would hope that carpet replacement costs weren't the only thing holding you back.
Flower bouquet
Trucy:
That's one heavy-duty bouquet there.
Apollo:
I have trouble thinking of flowers as being "heavy-duty".
Trucy:
But they call lots of things heavy-duty!
Apollo:
Not flowers, they don't.
Trucy:
What about a "heavy" scent?
Apollo:
I think you mean "heady".
Trucy:
What if the flowers were plastic?
Apollo:
They still wouldn't be heavy.
Trucy:
OK, what if they were made out of metal?
Apollo:
What, like a magnolia made out of steel?
Trucy:
Exactly! Though I hope all my fans don't start throwing metal flowers at me.
Hairdryer
Apollo:
That's one of those permanent dryers you see in hair salons.
Trucy:
Is that what they're really called? "Permanent dryers"?
Apollo:
Do I look like a beautician? I just know they dry your hair and give you a permanent...
Trucy:
It just doesn't sound very glamorous, you know?
Apollo:
OK, how about a "permachine"!?
Trucy:
Or you could go more simple, like "permer"!
Apollo:
...This isn't a bad game, thinking up official names for things. Not that it makes the name actually official or anything.
Presents
Trucy:
A stack of presents for Lamiroir. Stars always get the biggest presents. You know, you could give me a present, Apollo.
Apollo:
...Here, have a piece of candy.
Trucy:
Gee! Thanks!!!
Apollo:
(She must not get a lot of presents... Poor girl.)
Revolver
Apollo:
The murder weapon. So it belonged to Mr. LeTouse.
Trucy:
That thing makes normal revolvers look like water guns!
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse was a big man. (But how about the person who shot him? Wouldn't they have to be about his size?)
Small window
Apollo:
This was the window where Lamiroir "saw" the crime from... I wish it was that simple.
Trucy:
Kind of hard to see a crime when you can't see. But she did hear it!
Apollo:
Yeah, but the window was closed...
Trucy:
Maybe she heard it some other way?
The stage
Examine
Computer
Apollo:
Look at all the electronics. They must be sound-related.
Trucy:
Doesn't seeing a bunch of machines like this make you want to just fiddle with 'em? Can I, Apollo? Please?
Apollo:
No, no fiddling! You'll break something.
Trucy:
If you're going to make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs! That's what Daddy always says.
Apollo:
These eggs look kind of expensive.
(Step)ladder
Apollo:
That's the ladder we used to climb up the stage tower. ...Not a moment I'm likely to forget any time soon.
Trucy:
Me neither... I'll never be able to climb another tower again without thinking about it, you know?
Apollo:
...I'll never be able to climb a tower again, period.
Stage
Trucy:
I still can't believe we found Machi and Mr. LeTouse up there...
Apollo:
Yeah. I used to not like high places. Now I hate them.
Trucy:
It's not like it would have been nicer if we found a dead body closer to the ground. ...Though that reminds me. Daddy's bad with heights, too.
Apollo:
Huh, no kidding.
Trucy:
He took me on a Ferris wheel ride a while ago, you know! Halfway through, his face got all green and he mumbled "objection" over and over.
Apollo:
(...Poor guy.)
After clearing all Talk options with Valant Gramarye and presenting Video Tape to Valant Gramarye:
July 9
In the Wings
Trucy:
That song... Isn't that the one Lamiroir was singing?
Apollo:
Yeah, you're right. "The Guitar's Serenade"...
Trucy:
Wow, I'd love to do a show on a stage like this!
Apollo:
I'd come to see that.
Trucy:
The house is full, and as one, the audience sighs with wonderment! There I am, singing my ballad, rose petals swirling through the air...
Apollo:
Not bad... wait. Aren't you a magician!?
Trucy:
...Oh. That's right. I was a magician, wasn't I.
Apollo:
(Some dedication...)
Valant:
Ah ha! If it isn't Miss Trucy! And indeed it is!
Trucy:
Uncle Valant!
Apollo:
What exactly are you doing here?
Valant:
...I take real responsibility in tasks undertaken. I am inspecting my equipment of illusion to make sure naught is amiss, Miss.
Trucy:
The Lamiroir Teleportation Illusion! Ooh!
Valant:
Should anything go wrong, it would reflect poorly upon me and my troupe. As I went about my exacting examination, I happened to notice that piano. ...And I remembered that fair lady's melancholy melody.
Trucy:
Hey Apollo, maybe Uncle Valant can shed some light on this whole thing for us!
Examine
Piano
Trucy:
That's one big piano! I've never actually played one.
Apollo:
Heh. You should get Mr. Wright to teach you sometime.
Trucy:
No good, he can't play either.
Apollo:
(I kind of feel bad for the guy now...)
Trucy:
Maybe now's my big chance! Stand back, this could be the debut of a prodigy! ...Eww.
Apollo:
Did you make that noise just now?
Trucy:
Um... Let me try it again. You know, I think something's stuck in the piano! Time to take a look under the hood... ...Huh. Look! This was stuck between the strings. It looks like some kind of switch.
Apollo:
(Someone must have thrown this into the piano...)
Switch placed in pocket.
Piano (subsequent times)
Apollo:
What do you think that thing was doing in there?
Trucy:
Throwing things inside pianos can't be good for them.
Apollo:
Not to mention you wouldn't be able to play whatever notes go with the strings it was on. (But the piano was fine during the concert... That must mean it was thrown in here after Machi played.)
Trucy:
So maybe someone threw it in here after the second set...
Talk
Lamiroir's illusion
Trucy:
I was wondering about the show the night of the murder. Lamiroir's vanishing act was your illusion, right?
Valant:
Indeed. The purple prosecutor petitioned my performance. At the climax of the song, he said, make her disappear. ...Like a dream.
Apollo:
Like a dream...
Valant:
Yet, what can I work with on a stage meant for musical endeavors? There are none of the conveniences of a stage built for sorcerous acts. It was a challenging task, and so I accepted.
Apollo:
She disappeared from the top of the tower... ...But in order to move, you would have had to use some sort of secret tunnel.
Valant:
People come to me because I am a professional among professionals. My illusions are custom-made for a time and a place. ...Now, because of the murder, all the eyes of the nation are on this concert. Not a bad thing, as far as the fortunes of Troupe Gramarye are concerned.
Trucy:
So... you were here checking up on your trick to make sure it went well.
Valant:
And went well it did. Now, speaking of pianos... ...That piano over there troubles me.
Apollo:
It troubles you...? Why?
Valant:
Why? Why do you ask, why?
Apollo:
(I think it's probably quicker if I just go check it out myself, thanks.)
Troupe Gramarye
Valant:
I know what you are thinking in that head of yours. "Gramarye, yes," you say. "I recall seeing him on television." Something of that sort?
Apollo:
Um, actually, yes, you're right.
Trucy:
Wow! He just read your mind, Apollo!
Apollo:
...Or everyone tells him that and he made a good guess.
Valant:
It was twenty years ago... A young magician, a genius of his time, came down among us... His name... was Magnifi Gramarye! It was he who began the great Troupe Gramarye! At his prime, not a day passed that he did not play upon the screens of every TV there was.
Apollo:
(I do have a vague memory of someone like that on TV...)
Valant:
Yet, several years ago, that time came to an end. My troupe pulled a vanishing act, yes. Cries for magic no longer heard, the TV screen a barren waste, stripped of illusion.
Trucy:
Th-That's not true! I still went to all your shows! Like that one in the parking lot down at the supermarket.
Apollo:
(When you start playing supermarket parking lots, you know you're in trouble.)
Valant:
...We hone our skill at these small venues, always awaiting our time. ...Yes, one day we will rise, up from obscurity, onto fame's shining stage once more! I do this not only for the magic that is Gramarye, but for my partner...
Apollo:
Your partner...? You mean...
Valant:
Yes. Zak Gramarye.
Apollo:
(Trucy's father...)
Valant:
Before he disappeared seven years ago... ...there was no name higher than Gramarye in show business circles. None. I will see us returned to glory! I, Valant Gramarye!
Valant and Zak (appears after "Troupe Gramarye")
Valant:
Our founder Magnifi Gramarye was truly a genius, a worker of miracles.
Trucy:
I'll never forget the one I saw when I was little! How he made that whole jumbo jet go... um, what happened to the jet again?
Apollo:
(...Apparently someone doesn't remember it as well as they thought.)
Valant:
Of all the would-be magicians who came to his door, only Zak and I had the talent. In no time at all, Valant and Zak were the shining stars in the Gramarye crown.
Trucy:
Cool, huh? And Zak Gramarye was my daddy!
Valant:
Now that Magnifi and Zak are gone, I have but one wish. Let it be I, Valant Gramarye who brings the Gramarye miracle back to the big stage!
Trucy:
I'm rooting for you!
Valant:
Miss Trucy, you cannot grow up quick enough! I need your skill by my side!
Trucy:
One skill, coming up!
Apollo:
(How do we manage to get off the topic of the case so quickly all the time?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Valant:
Ah... The proof positive of your profession, yes?
Apollo:
Um, yeah.
Valant:
Might I... have a look? Oh! What's this? It is gone!
Apollo:
Ack! What'd you do with my attorney's badge!?
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha. Don't be alarmed. Miss Trucy! Take a look into your topit, if you would.
Trucy:
Eek! It's your badge, Apollo! What's it doing in there? That was amazing! Wasn't it, Apollo?
Apollo:
(He called that pouch at her waist a "topit"...? Is that some kind of magician speak?)
Revolver
Valant:
...Pardon me? I have no money, if that's what you want.
Apollo:
Ack! No, no, I was just... Um, never mind. (The way he looked at the revolver... What was that? It was almost as if he had seen one before... and maybe wasn't too happy about it.)
Valant:
......
Video Tape
Apollo:
I was wondering about the stunt in the video, right in the middle of the song.
Trucy:
I didn't see a stunt... Oh, that? I guess I'm so used to seeing that happen I didn't even notice.
Apollo:
(So young to be so jaded...)
Valant:
A simple slight-of-hand [sic], a petit prestidigitation. A modicum of magic from me... to you.
Trucy:
So that's why you were at the concert!
Valant:
Yes. I was there to watch my trick take to the air...
Apollo:
So! Can you tell me how you did it?
Trucy:
Whoa! You can't just ask that sort of thing, Apollo!
Apollo:
Trucy...?
Trucy:
It's against the rules to ask a magician how they did it.
Apollo:
Not when you're doing a murder investigation it's not!
Trucy:
...Well, you might have a point, there. Will you tell us, Uncle Valant?
Valant:
It is against all that is sacred to inquire as to how a trick is performed.
Apollo:
OK, so you tell me how he did it, Trucy.
Trucy:
But I don't know!
Apollo:
(C'mon, you're a magician! Aren't you part of the same secret club?)
Anything else
Valant:
Words cannot express my shock and chagrin... All I can see before me is this stage, and me, upon it. ...Nothing smaller, nothing less radiant catches my eye.
Trucy:
True. You're getting on in years. Not much time left to make your mark, huh...
Valant:
............ This is not how I was seeing it.
Apollo:
(So he doesn't care about what I have to show him, I get the point...)
Examine evidence
Switch
Button
Trucy:
This switch, sitting here, tempting me to push it...
Apollo:
Don't. You might blow up the whole coliseum.
Trucy:
Apollo, please... To think that every strange switch triggers a bomb... That kind of old-fashioned crime drama thinking doesn't cut it in our busy times!
Apollo:
Alright, Trucy P.I., please enlighten me. What do you think this switch does?
Trucy:
Hmm... Maybe it turns on the electric razor in Prosecutor Gavin's dressing room?
Apollo:
...A switch as big as razor to turn on a razor? OK...
Backstage Hallway
Talk
The voice
Apollo:
That was quite a statement you made today in court. ...About hearing Daryan Crescend's voice at the scene of the crime.
Lamiroir:
I did not know his name... ...but I never forget a voice.
Lamiroir:
Wait!
Judge:
La-Lamiroir! Is something the matter?
Lamiroir:
That voice just now... ............ It was him. I am sure of it.
Daryan:
...No way...
Lamiroir:
...As I said in court: I was on my way backstage from the stage. That is when I heard his voice.
Apollo:
I'm guessing Daryan and Mr. LeTouse were talking about something?
Lamiroir:
...The next moment, I heard those gunshots.
Apollo:
Why didn't you call security?
Lamiroir:
To be honest, though the noise was quite frightening... ...I never imagined the gunshots might be real. And, I was in quite a hurry myself. I left the scene at once.
Trucy:
So... it really was Daryan's voice that she heard.
Apollo:
Yeah... (At least, she certainly thinks it was.)
Machi
Lamiroir:
I met Machi before my debut as Lamiroir... I was singing in a restaurant in Borginia.
Apollo:
And he was playing the piano?
Lamiroir:
...Yes. He was very kind to me when he learned I could not see.
Apollo:
Is that when you started playing "opposites"? With Machi pretending he couldn't see...
Lamiroir:
Ah, no, it wasn't then. That began after our major debut. ...After I became known as the "landscape painter in sound".
Trucy:
It must have been tough for Machi... ...Pretending he couldn't see, and all the while acting as your eyes.
Lamiroir:
We held hands always. He would write with his finger on my palm to signal to me thing I should know. He is a smart, gentle boy.
Apollo:
(I think I see what she's getting at... ..."Machi would never harm a soul"...)
Mr. LeTouse
Apollo:
About Mr. LeTouse...
Lamiroir:
Ah yes. He was an Interpol agent, I hear?
Apollo:
So, you had no idea?
Lamiroir:
Of course not. No one did.
Trucy:
I guess that's what it means to be undercover.
Apollo:
But someone was after him... They had to know who he really was.
Lamiroir:
Why did he pose as my manager? I do not understand.
Apollo:
You have no idea?
Lamiroir:
I can only assume that he was investigating me... But why?
Apollo:
What makes you think that?
Lamiroir:
Perhaps it is not so, but I cannot deny the possibility. Because of my condition... As my present is veiled in darkness, so, too, is my past clouded from my memory.
Apollo:
Clouded... right.
"Darkness" (appears after "Mr. LeTouse")
Lamiroir:
The darkness that I fear is not the darkness that I see whenever I open my eyes. The real darkness... lies in my heart.
Apollo:
In your heart?
Lamiroir:
I have no memory of the time before I became Lamiroir. I awoke from darkness, into darkness, you might say. I was singing in a restaurant those days.
Apollo:
(What was it that she said about not being able to remember the light...?)
Lamiroir:
I do not know my past. Perhaps I committed some terrible crime in my past. Everything before becoming Lamiroir is lost to me.
Trucy:
B-But I don't think you...
Lamiroir:
I can think of no other explanation. Why else would an agent of Interpol approach me?
Apollo:
Do you think your past might be related to this case?
Trucy:
No way! That seems really unlikely to me. I mean, you're such a sweet person, Lamiroir!
Lamiroir:
...I thank you. Machi, too, tells me this often when I fear who I might have been.
Present
Video Tape
Apollo:
We took a look at your performance again. It was even better the second time!
Lamiroir:
Thank you.
Trucy:
That reminds me... That was an incredible illusion you pulled off!
Lamiroir:
Illusion...?
Trucy:
When you teleported from one stage to the other? Remember?
Lamiroir:
Ah, yes. Apparently, they hired a professional magician.
Apollo:
(Valant Gramarye...) I was wondering, do you think you could tell us how it was done?
Lamiroir:
...I'm afraid I cannot. Mr. Gramarye made me swear to never tell a soul.
Apollo:
I was afraid of that...
Trucy:
Hard to be a magician if you can't keep a secret, you know?
Anything else
Apollo:
Do you think you could tell me about this?
Lamiroir:
I'm sorry, but my information about the outside world is somewhat limited. I only know what I have heard, or felt.
Apollo:
(Maybe that explains why she didn't react when I showed her stuff the other day. She was still pretending she could see then...)
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Video Tape:
Apollo:
Can I ask you about this headset, Lamiroir? You said that all concert staff were wearing one?
Lamiroir:
That's correct. You need them to communicate across such a large stage. Everyone on the staff had one, of course... ...And all of the band members, too, I should think.
Apollo:
(So Prosecutor Gavin and his lackeys had them on, too, then...)
Lamiroir:
They're quite helpful, though limited. They only work within thirty feet or so. After all, they're only for use on stage. And a stronger signal would interfere with the sound system.
Apollo:
Hmm, that makes sense. (You'd think someone would notice if they dropped their only communications lifeline. ...So why was this one lying here?)
Lamiroir:
Ah, I am reminded that I wished to speak to you about something.
Apollo:
Yes?
Lamiroir:
When I was walking this hallway before... I stumbled upon a small device of some kind. It was lying on the floor.
Apollo:
Device...? Maybe you mean this?
Trucy:
That's been lying there since the day before yesterday!
Lamiroir:
Might I... touch it? ...... I thought as much.
Apollo:
What? What did you think?
Lamiroir:
This is one of our headsets. Everyone on staff wears one during a concert.
Apollo:
I wonder whose this is?
Lamiroir:
We use it for communication. It would be quite inconvenient should it go missing.
Apollo:
We'll hold on to it for you then. We'll give it to Prosecutor Gavin when we see him.
Lamiroir:
Yes, that's best. Thank you.
Trucy:
So, can I put it on?
Headset attached to Trucy.
Trucy:
"Attached"? I'm not some kind of robot, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Everyone on staff was wearing one of these headsets... This might warrant some further inquiry.)
Present
Headset
Apollo:
Can I ask you about this headset, Lamiroir? You said that all concert staff were wearing one?
Lamiroir:
That's correct. You need them to communicate across such a large stage. Everyone on the staff had one, of course... ...And all of the band members, too, I should think.
Apollo:
(So Prosecutor Gavin and his lackeys had them on, too, then...)
Lamiroir:
They're quite helpful, though limited. They only work within thirty feet or so. After all, they're only for use on stage. And a stronger signal would interfere with the sound system.
Apollo:
Hmm, that makes sense. (You'd think someone would notice if they dropped their only communications lifeline. ...So why was this one lying here?)
Examine evidence
Headset
Receiver
Trucy:
10-4 that, little buddy, this is Trucy reporting in, over. ......
Apollo:
Why the sudden silence?
Trucy:
No one answered.
Apollo:
Don't be silly.
Trucy:
What good is a receiver that doesn't receive? That's like Ema not performing forensic investigations!
Apollo:
You make her sound like she's some kind of forensic investigation machine! Which is just silly. Unless... she's a super hi-tech android that runs on Snackoos! Hmm...
After presenting Headset in Backstage Hallway:
July 9Lamiroir's Dressing Room
...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...
Apollo:
Uh oh... There's only one person I know who can munch with such... venom.
Ema:
...What are you doing here?
Apollo:
Hello, Ema. You're looking as grumpy as ever.
Ema:
Oh, am I supposed to be happy? You give me the second degree in court, and Prosecutor Gavin makes me look like a fool.
Apollo:
...You're talking about the blood stain Mr. LeTouse left?
Ema:
My department chief had a field day with that one. "Even a blind person could see the shooter wasn't blind!" Funny guy, huh?
Trucy:
But that blood stain helped uncover the biggest mystery of all!
Apollo:
Now we know that Mr. LeTouse was really with Interpol.
Trucy:
We wouldn't have found that out without you!
Ema:
I suppose. Maybe that's why the chief gave me these after he was finished chewing me out. Said it was my reward.
Apollo:
...Are chocolate Snackoos popular down at the precinct or something?
Ema:
...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...
Trucy:
...I was hoping we could check out the crime scene again.
Ema:
Be my guest. You're not going to find any clues in here. ...Though I did find something strange.
Trucy:
Something strange?
Examine
Air vent
Apollo:
That's the air vent with Machi Tobaye's fingerprints.
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
What's with the frown?
Ema:
Can't a girl frown anymore? Is that a crime?
Apollo:
Ack! No, of course not, I just meant...
Ema:
Machi Tobaye's fingerprints are on that air vent. Why would his fingerprints be there if he wasn't the shooter?
Apollo:
(That's not a question I want to have to answer in court.)
Ema:
Hey! Wipe that frown off your face. One stick in the mud per crime scene, please.
Apollo:
(I guess girls can frown, but defense attorneys can't.)
Carpet square
Apollo:
Look, the carpet's been torn up here.
Trucy:
That's the part we did the lunimol testing on in court!
Ema:
"Loony mall"? What's "Loony mall"!? It's "Luminol"! Get it right!
Trucy:
...! Ema's kind of scary when it comes to science.
Apollo:
...Best learn the word and not incite her wrath again.
Talk
The trial today
Ema:
I met my embarrassment quota for the year, that's for sure.
Trucy:
Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?
Ema:
Um, how?
Trucy:
I mean, think about it. Now you don't have to be embarrassed about anything else all year!
Apollo:
...If only it worked that way.
Ema:
It just bugs me to think that little kid outsmarted me. And it makes him even more suspicious now that we know he can see! He could have seen the air duct, and he could have shot that revolver.
Trucy:
But that's not how it sounded in Lamiroir's testimony.
Ema:
You mean her saying she heard Detective Daryan's voice at the scene? Hmm...
Trucy:
That's right!
Ema:
Why can't we have a normal, straightforward killing once in a while in this country!?
Apollo:
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
The case
Ema:
Was that true what you said in court today? You know, about the case... About how everything was happening according to those song lyrics?
Apollo:
..."The Guitar's Serenade", you mean?
Trucy:
I found the link, you know! First, Prosecutor Gavin's heart-shaped key ring was stolen. Then Lamiroir flew through the air. Then Prosecutor Gavin's guitar caught on fire. And in the end, a bullet took Mr. LeTouse's life... And he went up into the sky with a guitar... Well, thirty feet up, at least.
Ema:
It is kind of hard to chalk it up to coincidence, hmm.
Trucy:
I know! And I found it.
Ema:
You think the same person did all of this?
Apollo:
Don't ask me. I didn't do it.
Ema:
Neither did I! I couldn't fit through that air vent anyway.
Trucy:
What... You all think I did it!?
Apollo:
(Sometimes I worry about that girl.)
Something strange
Trucy:
...So what did you find?
Ema:
It's so little I must have passed over it yesterday. I found it under the sofa.
Trucy:
...What is it?
Ema:
Part of some device, I think. I haven't a clue what. The bit sticking out from the end looked familiar, so I had it examined. Turns out it's an antenna.
Trucy:
Ooh, like on a beetle?
Ema:
Like on a cell phone. This device must use an electronic signal of some sort.
Trucy:
An electronic signal, you say? Hmm...
The switch (appears after clearing "Something strange" Talk option and presenting Switch)
Ema:
...What are you trying to do, burn me alive!?
Apollo:
C'mon, it was just a few sparks.
Ema:
Says you! You weren't the one holding it!
Trucy:
There's enough sparks flying around here just with you two talking.
Apollo:
Anyway... Now we know this is a remote for an igniter.
Ema:
Let me see that for a second. ......
Apollo:
Well?
Ema:
Well, this is definitely a little transmitter. The signal's weak, probably only reaches thirty feet.
Trucy:
A transmitter, huh...
Remote Trigger updated in the Court Record.
Ema:
Incidentally, if you look at a cross-section diagram of the stage area... ...Let's see, thirty feet from Lamiroir's dressing room... That covers the backstage completely. It also looks like it would cover the stage.
Apollo:
(It kind of seems unlikely anyone would use this on stage...)
Forum Diagram added to the Court Record.
Present
Attorney's Badge
Ema:
You know, you're a bit like Mr. Wright. He always carried his badge around, too.
Apollo:
Huh?
Ema:
I think he did it so he'd never forget who he was, or his duty as a defender. Something like that. Pretty noble, really.
Apollo:
(I guess there really isn't a need for me to carry this around. Though it seems to have made a decent impression...)
Lyrics Sheet
Ema:
Why did they have to commit their crime according to the song? Seems like it'd be more trouble than it's worth.
Trucy:
Maybe they were trying to throw off the investigation?
Ema:
That's certainly possible. But risky, don't you think? Just carrying someone as big as Mr. LeTouse would be tough enough.
Apollo:
(She may be a snacking fiend, but sometimes, she actually makes some sense.)
Revolver
Ema:
That's an Interpol-issue revolver, right?
Apollo:
Which means it belonged to Mr. LeTouse. He must have had it to begin with.
Ema:
Sounds that way.
Apollo:
So, if it was Machi... Are we saying Machi stole it from Mr. LeTouse...?
Ema:
......
Apollo:
(Now that's really hard to imagine him doing...)
Switch
Apollo:
Do you think you could take a look at this?
Ema:
Hmm. A small device... Looks like a transmitter.
Trucy:
A transmitter?
Ema:
You press this switch here and it sends out a signal. No idea what it's for, though.
Switch (after clearing "Something strange" Talk option)
Apollo:
Do you think you could take a look at this?
Ema:
Hmm. A small device... Looks like a transmitter.
Trucy:
A transmitter?
Ema:
You press this switch here and it sends out a signal. No idea what it's for, though.
Apollo:
A signal... You mean an electronic signal?
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Say, Ema... You know that "strange object" you said you found?
Ema:
Oh, this?
Apollo:
Let me try pressing this switch...
Ema:
...... Yeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooouch!
Trucy:
I-I-It's on fire! Ema's device is on fire!
Ema:
What's the big idea!?
Apollo:
...Ack!
Ema:
Well, now we know what this is: an igniter.
Trucy:
This part here must work like a lighter!
Ema:
It nearly lit me up, that's for sure!
Apollo:
Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't do it on purpose!
Ema:
I suppose. At least, we're getting somewhere with this case.
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo! Let's ask Ema more about this switch!
Trucy:
Now that she has some first-hand experience.
Switch (subsequent times)
Ema:
What! You aren't trying to burn me up again, are you? Who sent you to get me? Who?
Apollo:
I'm not out to get you, promise.
Ema:
Promise!? No promise is good enough with you still carrying that weapon around! Try burning me again with that trigger of yours... ...and I'll throw 100 bags worth of Snackoos at you!
Apollo:
(I've never seen someone munch so furiously. Better stay clear for a while.)
Anything else
Apollo:
Do you think you could take a look at this, Ema?
Ema:
...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...
Apollo:
Ema...?
Ema:
...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...
Apollo:
(Her rate of chewing is increasing... Better back off before it's too late!)
After clearing all Talk options:
Ema:
...Guess I'd best be getting on with my investigation.
Apollo:
We're off to look for more clues elsewhere, then.
Ema:
I feel better just knowing what this thing is now. I'll have to look into igniters a bit more later.
Trucy:
Good luck!
Apollo:
(I'd like to know a bit more about igniters myself...)
Igniter added to the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Switch
Button
Apollo:
This switch triggers an igniter.
Trucy:
Too bad, I was hoping it was for a bomb that would blow up the whole coliseum. 
Apollo:
You're scaring me. If Ema hears you talking like that she'll arrest you.
Trucy:
And then she'll do all sorts of scientific tests! Like splitting your hairdo into three separate spikes. While she stands by, laughing and laughing in her high-pitched voice. 
Apollo:
... I said she'd arrest you, not me. And she's not some kind of mad scientist.
Trucy:
...... Did you just hear someone laughing?
Igniter
Machine parts
Apollo:
All these little parts... It's pretty complex. I'm guessing this is where the fire comes out. Other than that...
Trucy:
Good thing machines run even if we don't know how many work! ...That's what Daddy always says.
Apollo:
Not really a saying you want to go around repeating, Trucy.
After clearing all Talk options with Ema Skye and Valant Gramarye, and clearing "The trial today" and "Lamiroir's testimony" Talk options with Machi:
July 9Sunshine Coliseum
Daryan:
What? Come to laugh at the murderer?
Trucy:
Daryan...
Daryan:
That old bag opens her pie hole, and wham-bam my life goes down the chute. Thanks! They won't let me work while I'm a suspect!
Trucy:
Daryan isn't in the best of moods, is he?
Apollo:
Not many people are these days, it seems.
Trucy:
It is a crime scene. Not exactly the happiest place to hang out.
Daryan:
Then Gavin had to go rub salt in the wound... My alibi's rock solid. Rock solid!
Talk
Your alibi
Trucy:
So, about your alibi...
Daryan:
You have to ask? The shooting happened right in the middle of the third set!
Apollo:
Um... that's right. (The music was blaring when we heard those gunshots... ...And found Mr. LeTouse dead.)
Daryan:
I've got ten thousand witnesses who saw me, too. Right there on that stage.
Trucy:
Your guitar playing was something else!
Daryan:
Thanks, little lady. ...See? This whole thing's a sham. I can't believe they aren't letting me work!
Apollo:
There's no need to yell at me... (It's Lamiroir's fault... She was the one who said she heard his voice at the moment of the crime...)
Daryan:
Man, I never even talked to that old windbag! How could she possibly identify me?
Prosecutor Gavin
Trucy:
They won't let you work?
Daryan:
He won't let me work! Gavin! Says I gotta lie low till the suspicion is cleared. What suspicion!? He can be such a stick in the mud.
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin? A stick in the mud?
Daryan:
He may look all flashy and showy, but he's straight as an arrow, man. ...'Cept when he's depressed. You hear him whining the other day?
Apollo:
Oh, you mean the thing with the mixing board?
Klavier:
...And then there was that performance just now. What was that all about!?
Apollo:
This part is off.
Klavier:
Which is that? Hmm... 2nd Guitar.
Daryan:
Ah.
Klavier:
It was you Daryan!
Daryan:
He's just a perfectionist, is all. Not a bad guy, really.
Trucy:
Well, I think the Gavinners are the best! I have all your albums.
Daryan:
The band's fine, too. Gavin can write a good tune, I'll give him that.
Present
Lyrics Sheet
Daryan:
"The Guitar's Serenade", eh? Classic tearjerker, that one.
Trucy:
You don't think he based it on a real experience, do you?
Daryan:
Probably not. He writes by feeling, more than memory.
Trucy:
Ooh! You mean the songs just kind of "come to him"?
Daryan:
Yeah, something like that. I guess you could call him a genius. Of course he changes the song and lyrics on a whim. Drives me up the wall.
Apollo:
He makes his court cases on a whim sometimes, too.
Daryan:
He changed the lyrics to a song just before a recording the other day, even. Wants to put in this line about a university student obsessed with girls. Whatever!
Apollo:
(Hmm? Why does that sound strangely familiar?)
Daryan:
Of course it always turns out good in the end. That's his talent, I suppose.
Anything else
Daryan:
Look, if you want to talk about the case, talk to someone else, 'kay? Don't want Gavin having another one of his hissy fits.
After clearing all Talk options:
Apollo:
Come to think of it, I haven't seen Prosecutor Gavin around much.
Daryan:
Oh, him? He's down at the prosecutor's office, most likely.
Apollo:
The prosecutor's office... (I've never been there, have I.)
Daryan:
The data on the victim should have come in from Interpol. ...Normally, I'd be down there dealing with it. Normally.
Trucy:
Apollo! Let's go check it out! I've always wanted to see the prosecutor's office.
Apollo:
Hmm... Maybe that's not such a bad idea.
Trucy:
Right on!
Daryan:
Say "hi" for me, OK? Oh, and "screw you". And tell him I want into that crime scene!
Apollo:
...Um, we'll be going now.
Daryan:
Hey, wait.
Apollo:
Y...Yes?
Daryan:
What do you really think happened? Really? You don't think I did it, right?
Apollo:
W-Well...
Daryan:
Great. Way to instill a guy with some confidence. Just remember, I was ripping it up on stage when it happened, OK? Ripping!
Apollo:
...!
Daryan:
Don't get led astray by some siren song, eh? Get this one wrong, and you'll be eating humble pie for a year. I'll bake it myself.
Trucy:
Let's... not talk to him anymore. Alright?
Apollo:
(Detective Daryan Crescend... He's one stone I'd leave unturned if I had a choice.)
July 9Backstage Hallway
Apollo:
...This place is deserted.
Trucy:
I wonder where Lamiroir went off to?
Apollo:
I'm sure she's OK on her own. She seems resourceful.
Trucy:
I guess... But I can't help worry about her a little.
July 9
Prosecutor Gavin's Office
Trucy:
So... this is it. The Gavinners's head office.
Apollo:
It's not the band's office. It's the prosecutor's office.
Klavier:
Yeah, so that's why I am asking, what is this creepy thing... object... whatever.
Apollo:
...Looks like Prosecutor Gavin is on the phone.
Trucy:
Oh well, guess we'll have to come back. Or we can hide behind that bookshelf real quiet-like...
Apollo:
...That's eavesdropping.
Trucy:
Why? We'd just be waiting. Quietly. So he didn't notice. What if we heard something scandalous about the band!?
Apollo:
(She'd make a good reporter... for a gossip mag.)
Klavier:
What? A "replica"...? So why was he after it in the first place? Yeah, LeTouse!
Apollo:
(LeTouse...?)
Klavier:
Look, don't talk to me about those Borginians, OK? Just get me that report, chop chop. ...And stop leaving mysterious objects in my office, OK?
...*beep*...
Klavier:
It's times like this when I start to miss Daryan... ...Huh?
Apollo:
Erm, hiya!
Trucy:
Tee hee! Just thought we'd drop in. Hope you're not mad...?
Klavier:
...How could I be? There's not enough "tee hee" in the world, in any case. Have a seat.
Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin, the philanthropist.)
Trucy:
Watch and learn, Apollo!
Klavier:
So, who have you come to see?
Trucy:
Huh?
Klavier:
Klavier, lead vocalist for the Gavinners? Or Prosecutor Gavin, scourge of the courtroom?
Trucy:
What do you think he means, Apollo?
Apollo:
I think he's giving us a choice. We can either ask him about the concert... or the case. (Which way to go?)
Examine
Burnt guitar
Apollo:
That was an impressive bit of pyrotechnics that did this.
Trucy:
That's the guitar from the concert, isn't it...
Klavier:
I thought it was one of the staff playing a gag on me. I never guessed that wasn't the end of it... I had a specialist analyze the guitar, incidentally.
Trucy:
Oh? Did you find anything out?
Klavier:
He didn't have a lot of time, so it's still unclear... But the results he came up with were... intriguing.
Apollo:
Intriguing? (How does that guitar tie into everything that went on?)
Trucy:
Sounds like something we should ask about.
Glass jar
Trucy:
What's that on the plate there?
Apollo:
Is that... gum?
Trucy:
Gum...?
Apollo:
Maybe he was chewing it when the phone rang. So he put it on the plate for later consumption.
Trucy:
You'd think a rock star could afford a fresh stick.
Klavier:
Don't jump to any conclusions, now. That's no chewing gum. Take a closer look... ...Although I really shouldn't be offering, should I.
Apollo:
(What is that...? It looks like a lump of plastic...?)
Trucy:
Wait, that phone call...
Klavier:
Yeah, so that's why I am asking, what is this creepy thing... object... whatever.
Apollo:
...Looks like Prosecutor Gavin is on the phone.
Klavier:
What? A "replica"...? So why was he after it in the first place? Yeah, LeTouse!
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, does this have something to do with Mr. LeTouse?
Klavier:
...Wait a second! You were listening to my phone call, weren't you!?
Trucy:
Who? Us? I-I tried to stop him, really! But he forced me to!
Apollo:
Hey, you were the one digging for a scandal, Ms. Reporter!
Klavier:
...Too [sic] tell the truth, I'm not even sure what it is. But apparently, it's a model of something undercover agent Mr. LeTouse was after.
Trucy:
This... lump?
Apollo:
Would you mind telling us what you do know about it?
Guitar display wall
Apollo:
Look at all the guitars! Why so many?
Klavier:
You can never have too many guitars. They are like... my lovers.
Apollo:
(I didn't just hear him say that.)
Trucy:
They're backup guitars, Apollo. Don't you know anything? Rock 'n' rollers always smash their guitars at the end of a show!
Apollo:
No wonder it's so hard to make it as a musician.
Trucy:
You know what, you should try rocking a little, Apollo.
Apollo:
And breaking his guitars while he watches? That might be a little too rocking.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha. Of course, I would never do such a thing. Did I not say, they are like my lovers? Do I seem like the kind of man who would do such a thing to ones he loves?
Trucy:
No, no! Not at all! I mean, you're Mr. Gavin, upstanding prosecutor!
Apollo:
(What happened to Prosecutor Gavin, god of rock?)
Klavier's desk
Trucy:
Wow, look at that stereo!
Klavier:
To me, a life without music is inconceivable. I never turn down the volume, even when I'm working on a case.
Trucy:
That's such a huge speaker! It must be really loud!
Klavier:
This room is completely soundproof, of course.
Trucy:
Really? At my place I can hear when the neighbors turn their VCR on to record something.
Apollo:
Maybe you can get Mr. Wright to talk to them, work something out?
Trucy:
And lately, we've been getting complaints about Apollo's voice training.
Apollo:
...Maybe I'll go have a word with Mr. Wright, too.
Monitors
Apollo:
This display shows all the evidence for the case.
Trucy:
Look, Apollo! He's got three televisions!
Klavier:
Hey, don't look at those too closely. I'm still sorting out the details.
Apollo:
(Each monitor shows evidence for a different case. He does them all at once!?)
Trucy:
I wish I had three TVs.
Apollo:
What would you possibly do with three television sets?
Trucy:
I may look laid back and relaxed, but in reality, I'm quite busy, you know! I'm living life at turbo speed! Doing magic, going to school, investigating cases... But... But if I had three big TVs...! I could watch a magic video, do my homework, and catch a crime drama all at once!
Apollo:
The first two seem useful, I suppose.
Reclining chair
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? You look confused.
Apollo:
I was just wondering where the "work chair" in this office was.
Klavier:
You're looking at my favorite chair right now.
Apollo:
...That's a massage chair, isn't it?
Klavier:
That is an ergonomic, adjustable office--
Trucy:
I love the ones with the vibrating rollers on your back! Those feel great!
Klavier:
......
Trucy:
Did I say something wrong?
Klavier:
No. I merely realized the futility of an explanation.
Window
Klavier:
The view is exhilarating, ja? I sit here, gazing down upon the city, writing my songs.
Apollo:
Try working on cases.
Klavier:
It is the same thing. I write lyrics the same way I corroborate evidence. It is a harmony between the logical mind, and the primal spirit within!
Apollo:
(Is it so hard to admit that you like staring out your window and daydreaming?)
Talk
The case
Klavier:
Ah, that reminds me, did you see the paper today?
Trucy:
Yes! I always read the TV section.
Klavier:
Good girl. How about you, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
...I read the funnies.
Klavier:
...Then you will not have seen this!
Apollo:
"Concert of Tragedy -- The Prosecutor's Deadly Song!"
Trucy:
Ooh, is that a new show? I haven't heard about that one.
Klavier:
It's not a show. It's an article. News, you know?
Trucy:
Oh, does this have anything to do with the case...?
Klavier:
Since getting back from the trial, my phone has been ringing off the hook! "How does it feel to take a man's life with a song?" "Have you ever hummed a man all the way to death row?" "Do you think you could sing for me over the phone?" ...It is endless. Endless! Thanks to the case you made today, of course.
Trucy:
Oh, that was all Apollo's idea!
Apollo:
(Hey!) Hmm? Is that a newspaper over there, too?
Klavier:
Ah yes. The Borginian Daily Bugle. Go ahead, take a look.
Apollo:
Um, thanks, but I can't read Borginian.
Klavier:
Oh, that's right. Suffice it to say this is big news over there as well. Though they didn't go so far as to mention the lyrics to my song.
Trucy:
Probably no one in Borginia could believe it.
Klavier:
...It's probably seen as "just a theory" at this point. Their journalists didn't see the need to mention it.
Apollo:
That makes sense. I hardly know what to think of it myself.
Borginian Newspaper added to the Court Record.
Klavier:
Lamiroir's testimony will probably be in the evening edition, I'd imagine. Which is why I've had Daryan step down from the investigation for now.
Trucy:
Yeah, we ran into him moping in front of the coliseum.
Klavier:
Lamiroir was my invited guest, so it is a rather delicate situation... ...You understand how much I want to solve this case. Quickly, if possible.
The Guitar's Serenade
Trucy:
I really love that song. It has such a great atmosphere to it.
Apollo:
You co-wrote it with Lamiroir, if I remember correctly?
Klavier:
That's right. It was last year... I had gone to tour Borginia's legal system, as a matter of fact.
Trucy:
And that's when you heard Lamiroir's voice?
Klavier:
It was at a small jazz club. ...I wept that night. I knew I had to meet her, to talk with her. So I used my influence, which is not inconsiderable, to arrange a meeting.
Trucy:
Wow, prosecutors really have a lot of clout.
Apollo:
I think he's sort of a special case, Trucy.
Klavier:
Thankfully, she liked the work I did, and we wrote a song right there, backstage. Machi on piano, that dulcet voice... And myself on a guitar that I borrowed from Lamiroir.
Trucy:
And music history was made! Probably not an experience your average lawyer would ever have. Like Apollo, say.
Klavier:
It is a memory I hold dear. And the song we wrote that night... was this. And that very guitar is right over there.
Apollo:
You mean... this charred lump?
Trucy:
Don't call it a lump! That's a piece of history! And it's only browned, not really "charred".
Klavier:
No matter. I shall never sing that song again. I wouldn't have used that guitar again either, even if I could have.
Apollo:
(What happened during that song, anyway? Why did his guitar suddenly catch on fire?)
Trucy:
Do you think you could show it to us? Your charred... I mean slightly burnt guitar?
Apollo:
I'm sure he doesn't mind. What more could happen to it?
Lamiroir's guitar (appears after clearing "The Guitar's Serenade" Talk option and examining burnt guitar)
Klavier:
...It was a beautiful instrument. It was played lovingly for many years. A guitar befitting a woman like Lamiroir.
Trucy:
How did it end up here?
Klavier:
She gave it to me. I mentioned how much I enjoyed playing it that night, and she made a present of it.
Trucy:
So this guitar is from Borginia?
Klavier:
That it is. We couldn't carry it on the plane. Changes in air pressure and humidity ruin the wood. So, we vacuum packed it in Lamiroir's studio. I used a special shipping service available to me for transporting evidence. They brought it right up to my office for me. ...Pristine and untouched.
Trucy:
See, prosecutors do have a lot of clout.
Apollo:
Um, I still think he's a special case.
Trucy:
Such a valuable guitar... It's too bad it got burned.
Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
What was it that you were saying earlier? ...Something about intriguing results from an examination of the guitar?
Trucy:
That's right! What was that all about?
Klavier:
Well, you know how guitars have a round hole in the front? It is called the "sound hole".
Apollo:
Ah, so that's what it's called.
Klavier:
Well, they found something attached to the wood just inside the hole. ...A broken device of some sort.
Trucy:
A broken... device?
Klavier:
Yes. This, in fact. The examiner is busy with evidence for the case now, however. So he'll be checking this out once he's finished with everything else.
Trucy:
Hmm...
Apollo:
(Odd. That device looks strangely familiar...)
The strange lump (appears after examining glass jar)
Klavier:
This was found in Mr. LeTouse's bag. It's apparently a replica of something.
Apollo:
A replica... (It's a small lump, about an inch and a half long.)
Klavier:
We analyzed it... but there's not much to say, other than it's a lump of plastic. Perhaps it was to be used in the identification of whatever it is a replica of.
Apollo:
You mean... whatever Mr. LeTouse was after?
Klavier:
That seems to be the most logical explanation.
Trucy:
Well? Well? What is it?
Klavier:
Don't ask me, Fräulein.
Trucy:
Oh? If you don't want to tell us, you could just say so.
Klavier:
I've put in a request to Interpol via my contacts in Borginia... But, apparently there is a block on information somewhere along the chain.
Trucy:
Oh?
Klavier:
Something Interpol doesn't want to tell Borginia... Something about this little piece of plastic.
Apollo:
(Mr. LeTouse went through all that trouble to become Lamiroir's manager... ...just to come to this country to find out more about... this lump? And he died for it.)
Replica added to the Court Record.
Klavier:
I've sent someone to the coliseum to fetch Lamiroir. Perhaps she knows something about it, being a Borginian.
Present
Lyrics Sheet
Klavier:
The Guitar's Serenade... Might I ask, did you enjoy it?
Trucy:
It's a lovely song! I got all teary-eyed!
Apollo:
Ah yes, the "cursed song that turned a concert into a tragedy", wasn't it?
Klavier:
I was singing it for you, Fräulein.
Trucy:
Whoa! Th-That's so special!
Apollo:
...It was Lamiroir singing, actually.
Klavier:
I am glad you were moved. It is that kind of song.
Apollo:
(......Ack! I've run out of snide comments!)
Headset
Klavier:
That looks like one of our tour-issue headsets. Why are you wearing it, Fräulein?
Trucy:
I thought it'd be cool! I could pretend I was concert security and stuff.
Apollo:
Actually, we found it at the venue and thought you might want it.
Klavier:
Oh, no, please, you keep it. It goes well with your cape, Fräulein.
Trucy:
Tee hee! You think?
Apollo:
(She does look like she belongs on a stage, that's for sure.)
Remote Trigger
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, about this remote... (Wait!)
Klavier:
Excuse me, did you say something?
Apollo:
(This remote control might be valuable ammunition for the trial tomorrow! It's too early to show my hand now...)
Klavier:
You would think someone with such a loud voice would speak more clearly, ja?
Igniter (after clearing "Lamiroir's guitar" Talk option)
Apollo:
(It has to be one of these...)
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
That "device" that was found in your guitar...! ...Take a look at this.
Klavier:
...! Why, that looks like the same thing! What is it...?
Apollo:
It's an igniter.
Trucy:
A-Another one!?
Apollo:
It was at the crime scene... In Lamiroir's dressing room. Detective Skye found it, actually.
Klavier:
...At the scene of the crime? What could that mean, I wonder?
Anything else
Klavier:
My apologies, but there's no way I'm going to talk details about the case with you. If you want to get my attention, bring me something... dramatic.
Apollo:
(I'm not here to get your attention, Gavin... ...I'm here to get your information.)
Examine
Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar
Burnt part
Apollo:
There's lightly scorched, and then there's this...
Trucy:
It's burned clean through!
Apollo:
Yep, It's pretty much a useless piece of junk.
Trucy:
...It's kind of like you after a trial, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Which part? The burned clean through, or the useless piece of junk?)
Replica
"Sample" label
Apollo:
"Sample", huh? Think they out a big enough label on it?
Trucy:
Maybe it's to keep people from eating it by mistake.
Apollo:
Yes, they might think it was an otherwise tasty, white lump of plastic.
Trucy:
Maybe it's the manufacturer? "Sample Toys: When you can't afford the real thing!"
Apollo:
Sounds like a company Mr. Wright would like.
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Igniter:
Klavier:
I believe that covers everything I'm at liberty to talk to you about.
Apollo:
Oh.
Klavier:
Thanks for dropping by, ...Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Thanks...?
Klavier:
Why, you gave me so much information! That igniter, for instance...
Apollo:
Oh. That.
Klavier:
I've never met an attorney so forthcoming with the prosecution. It's a big help. ...Or perhaps you're just a tad naïve, hmm?
Apollo:
(...I guess I could have hid it, but somehow, showing it felt like the right thing.) I could say the same... to you, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
...?
Apollo:
Thanks for the information. About the, er, strange lump of plastic. The one that Mr. LeTouse was investigating.
Trucy:
Hey, that's right...
Klavier:
I've been thinking, Herr Forehead. We encounter many incidents in our lives, all of us. Not all of them simple.
Apollo:
...Especially not the ones where people are killing to song lyrics.
Klavier:
That is why I try to at least remain simple inside. And I keep a simple goal: to discover the truth.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
That's why I like to keep relations civil, ja? ...That is all.
Apollo:
...I can live with that.
Trucy:
Um... Mr. Prosecutor?
Klavier:
Fräulein?
Trucy:
Can I ask you why you sing in a band?
Klavier:
Ah. Because I want women to turn and look when I walk down the street.
Apollo:
That's pretty simple, too.
Klavier:
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do. Another time, perhaps.
Examine
Burnt guitar
Apollo:
The charred remains of what was once a fine guitar.
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin got it as a present from Lamiroir!
Apollo:
And he had it shipped back from Borginia in a vacuum-sealed case.
Trucy:
Kinda sad how it ended up.
Apollo:
(...Not to mention there was an igniter placed just inside the sound hole. I wish I knew why...)
Glass jar
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
Why the sudden silence, Trucy?
Trucy:
Oh, I'm sorry. It's nothing, really. I was just wondering, wouldn't it be cool if that replica just happened to vanish?
Apollo:
(Ah, the young magician at work again.)
Trucy:
Though a simple disappearance would kind of lack punch. What if it hatched into a dove? Or a person, dressed like a dove...
Apollo:
(There she goes...)
Guitar display wall
Apollo:
These guitars are vintage models. Probably pretty expensive, too.
Trucy:
They've even got little locks on them!
Apollo:
Weren't you good at picking locks?
Trucy:
Apollo! You don't want me to...? ...Well, I do kinda like that cherry red one!
Apollo:
I'm kidding! I'm kidding!
Trucy:
Oh. That's too bad.
Apollo:
(Sorry, my little thief in the making. Maybe next time.)
Klavier's desk
Apollo:
That's an insanely big speaker for a room this small. Oh, look... All the CDs are Gavinners CDs.
Monitors
Trucy:
He left his TV on. Think we should turn it off for him?
Apollo:
Nah, wouldn't want to make him angry.
Trucy:
OK, if you say so. It's kind of a waste of electricity.
Apollo:
You just want to play with his TV. I know you.
Trucy:
Tee hee! How'd you know? It's just, I've never seen a TV this big before!
Apollo:
I hate to break it to you, but it's actually a monitor. It doesn't play TV shows.
Trucy:
What!? You mean no soap operas!? No Saturday morning cartoons!?
Apollo:
...Nope. Sorry.
Trucy:
I... I had no idea.
Apollo:
(There, there, you'll get over it.)
Reclining chair
Trucy:
What a cool chair! I'm going to sit in it now while no one's looking! Wow! So this is what it feels like to be a star!
Apollo:
(Who would have thought a chair could bring so much joy into someone's life.)
Trucy:
I can imagine sitting here, strumming my guitar... "Oh, it's you, Herr Forehead. Sorry... I'm busy. Woooo."
Apollo:
You know, that was a remarkably good imitation.
Trucy:
Tee hee! Maybe I'll make that part of my Wonder Bar repertoire!
Window
Apollo:
What floor are we on again? The view is incredible!
Trucy:
Wow! The people look like little rice grains! Hey! That one with the blonde hair! Do you think that's Mr. Gavin?
Apollo:
Uh... He's a little too small to see.
Trucy:
But look at the one next to him with the big black poof of hair pointing straight ahead!
Apollo:
Oh yeah, that's Daryan alright.
After examining glass jar in Prosecutor Gavin's Office:
July 9Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Trucy:
Looks like Machi is in questioning.
Apollo:
Huh, the police must have a Borginian interpreter. That's no fair. I wish we could talk to him.
Trucy:
I guess we'll just have to come back later if we want to see him.
Apollo:
I guess so.
Examine
Security camera
Apollo:
That security camera is looking at me. Does that thing just sit there recording 24 hours a day? It must use one of those ultra-long-play tapes.
Security guard
Apollo:
A security guard. He stands here, watching this room. I think the guard is trying to set a record for the longest time without blinking.
July 9
Sunshine Coliseum
Ema:
...Oh, it's you. You came at a good time.
Apollo:
Hello there, Ema. What's up?
Ema:
Either of you know where Lamiroir is?
Apollo:
Um... well, I saw her in the backstage hallway a while ago.
Ema:
Yeah? That's strange...
Trucy:
What's strange?
Ema:
I can't find her anywhere. I was supposed to bring her to the prosecutor's office...
Apollo:
(Lamiroir's missing!?)
Ema:
It's hard to imagine her wandering off somewhere on her own. ...Being that she's blind and all.
Apollo:
Yeah. We'll help you look for her.
Ema:
Great! Thanks.
July 9, 4:46 PM
In the Wings
Trucy:
Huh? The stage is pitch dark!
Apollo:
The power breaker must be off for this section... Great.
Trucy:
I'll go get someone! Yipes, it was really dark out there.
Apollo:
Dark... That's all Lamiroir has, when you think about it. (What would it be like to live in a world of darkness?)
Trucy:
...Hey, Apollo.
Apollo:
Huh? What?
Trucy:
...Doesn't something about the stage seem different to you? Like, something's changed?
Apollo:
Changed?
Trucy:
I can't put my finger on it, but it's bugging me.
Apollo:
(Now it's bugging me, too! What's she talking about?)
Examine
Guitar case
Leads to:
"Hey, that case... Wasn't that open before?"
Trucy:
Hey, that case... Wasn't that open before?
Apollo:
Huh. I guess someone closed it.
Trucy:
Wait... Look! Where the case closes...
Apollo:
Something's sticking out! That... doesn't look like an instrument. You don't think it's...
Trucy:
Let's open it, Apollo! Eeeeeeeek! Lamiroir! Lamiroooooooir!
Apollo:
Ema! We have to get Ema!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir was taken directly to the hospital. Ema ran around, barking orders, making phone calls. Trucy just clung to my arm and cried... And me, I was still in shock. Two bodies in two days is two too many.)
July 9, 5:53 PM
Hickfield Clinic
Waiting Room
Trucy:
Ema! How's Lamiroir? Is she OK?
Ema:
Ah, you. We all owe you a big "thanks", that's for sure.
Trucy:
So... she's OK?
Ema:
Yes. She came to a short while ago. You found her before it was too late.
Trucy:
Th-That's good to hear...
Apollo:
So, what happened!?
Ema:
Someone attacked her. ...She was struck on the forehead.
Apollo:
By who!?
Ema:
We don't know.
Trucy:
But they hit her on the forehead, right? That's right in front of her! How could she not see... Oh.
Ema:
Right. Would you like to see her now?
Apollo:
Is that alright?
Ema:
She wants to thank you for saving her life.
Apollo:
Lamiroir!
Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney. You were the one who found me? Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Apollo:
I-I'm just glad you're OK. Tell me, what happened?
Lamiroir:
......
Examine
Hallway
Apollo:
The door down the hall reads "X-ray Room". I never did like X-rays... I don't think I'd enjoy looking at someone's insides. Spotting nervous tics is intense enough.
Man on crutches
Apollo:
That must be a recovering patient. He keeps staring at us. What's so unusual about an attorney and a magician?
Reception desk
Apollo:
A nurse watches, hawk-like, from the reception desk. She glares at me whenever I talk. Maybe my voice carries?
Waiting area
Apollo:
Some visitors are here in the waiting room, watching TV.
TV:
"...murder during a concert at Sunshine Coliseum..."
Apollo:
Huh, looks like we're on the news.
TV:
"...with his current hit song, "Guilty Love", is in the courtroom as prosecutor... ...singing the defendant all the way to death row..."
Apollo:
...... Prosecutor Gavin this, Prosecutor Gavin that! Where's my fifteen minutes!?
TV:
"...The Guitar's Serenade... On sale now!"
Talk
Attacked!
Lamiroir:
It was after I spoke with you in front of the dressing room. I sensed someone approaching. I thought it might be someone come to see me, but they said nothing. When I went to return to my dressing room...
Apollo:
...You were hit?
Lamiroir:
I knew, that very moment, I knew! The assailant... was trying to kill me.
Trucy:
Ack!
Lamiroir:
It was lucky for me the first blow did not knock me out. I turned and ran for the stage. Someone was chasing me, I could hear footsteps... Yet I reached the stage first.
Apollo:
Why the stage?
Lamiroir:
I had overheard maintenance people talking. The power to the stage area was off, they said, for electrical work.
Trucy:
Ah...
Lamiroir:
Darkness is my ally. There was a contrabass case near the stage. That is where I hid.
Apollo:
So the assailant couldn't see you!
Lamiroir:
Once in the case... I'm afraid I passed out.
Apollo:
Wow, that sounds like a really close call.
The assailant
Apollo:
Do you have any idea who it might have been?
Lamiroir:
Unfortunately, no. Whoever it was, they said not a word.
Apollo:
Too bad...
Lamiroir:
Yet, when I consider that I was struck high on the forehead... I must conclude that whoever hit me was taller than I am.
Apollo:
Good point... (She's sharp!)
Trucy:
And you're much taller than I am. You're about as tall as Apollo.
Apollo:
So, that means it was likely an adult, and probably a man. (...Could it be him!?)
Trucy:
But why would anyone attack you, Lamiroir!?
Lamiroir:
The detective asked me this, too. And to her I gave the same answer I give you: I do not know.
Apollo:
Hmm...
The Borginian Cocoon (appears after presenting Replica)
Lamiroir:
Well, they call it "Borginian"... It must only be found in Borginia. For certain, all in Borginia know of these.
Trucy:
It's a cocoon... so, do you get silk from it?
Lamiroir:
I do not know the details, I am sorry to say.
Apollo:
(I thought she said all in Borginia knew of these?)
Lamiroir:
There is one fact I do know about the cocoon, though. Something all in Borginia know.
Apollo:
...What's that?
Lamiroir:
The cocoons... They are not to be taken out of the country. If someone does, and is caught, they will be put to death.
Trucy:
T-T-T-To death!?
Apollo:
Why!?
Lamiroir:
I do not know. Yet, if Interpol was involved... ...I'm sure there is a good reason.
Trucy:
But this is just a piece of plastic!
Apollo:
He was carrying a replica... but looking for the real deal. That's my best guess.
Trucy:
So, that's what he was up to?
Apollo:
Tracking down Borginian Cocoon smuggling...
Trucy:
Smuggling...
Smuggling (appears after "The Borginian Cocoon")
Lamiroir:
It seems I was "marked".
Trucy:
"Marked"...?
Lamiroir:
Life changed for me with the popularity of my songs. I began to travel around the world.
Trucy:
Ah! So you could have brought those Borginian Cocoons with you...
Lamiroir:
...On my trips, yes. That was probably the suspicion.
Apollo:
And Mr. LeTouse was placed as an undercover agent to look into it.
Lamiroir:
Borginia is a small, sheltered country. Not many of our people venture into the world outside.
Trucy:
Is that why they suspected you?
Apollo:
But... Mr. LeTouse wasn't a Borginian, was he. He was an Interpol agent, which means...
Trucy:
What, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, there must have been some reason other countries didn't want the cocoons out. Something scary enough to get Interpol involved.
Trucy:
Huh? Like what? How could such a tiny ball of thread cause such a commotion?
Present
Replica
Apollo:
Ah, Lamiroir, I wanted to ask you about this. Do you know what this is?
Lamiroir:
This... this is what?
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse was carrying it. It's a replica of the thing he was after.
Lamiroir:
He was "after"...?
Trucy:
You know, in his secret identity! As an undercover agent!
Lamiroir:
...So that's what he was doing.
Apollo:
...! You mean, you know what...
Lamiroir:
Yes, I know, of course. This must be... ...a Borginian Cocoon. ...Or rather a convincing replica thereof.
Apollo:
(Why haven't I heard of a Borginian Cocoon before?)
Trucy:
Why would he be carrying this around? Was it some kind of souvenir?
Lamiroir:
I wonder...
Anything else
Lamiroir:
I'm sorry, I'm not quite recovered from the attack...
Apollo:
(She looks like she's had a rough day... I'll just put this piece of evidence away for later.)
After clearing all "Talk" options:
Apollo:
(Cocoon smuggling... And Mr. LeTouse had Lamiroir marked... Hmm...) ...It couldn't be her.
Trucy:
Huh?
Apollo:
(There's one other person I need to talk to!) Thank you for talking to us, Lamiroir!
Lamiroir:
It was the least I could do.
Apollo:
Actually, I have another request.
Lamiroir:
If it is within my power...
Apollo:
I need an interpreter. Someone who speaks Borginian.
Trucy:
Apollo...?
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
Would you come with us, if you're well enough?
Lamiroir:
I see... Yes, yes of course. I shall accompany you.
Trucy:
Huh? Where are we going?
Apollo:
C'mon, Trucy. We're about to get to the bottom of this!
The stage
Examine
Guitar case
Apollo:
The giant instrument case that Lamiroir was hiding in. Things like this wouldn't happen if people didn't make such big cases!
Trucy:
...I'm not sure the case is to blame here, Apollo. We have to find whoever did this to her. No one hits a siren of the ballad on my watch and gets away with it!
Apollo:
Don't worry. We'll find her assailant.
July 9Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Apollo:
Machi... We came to talk to you about the case.
Lamiroir:
Machi...
Machi:
!................
Apollo:
Could you interpret for us, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
Yes.
Apollo:
Machi... I'd like to talk to you about when we first met. ...When we still thought you were blind.
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]....
Machi:
....................
Apollo:
Now we know the truth. You can see, right?
Trucy:
I was completely fooled, myself.
Apollo:
Machi... Isn't there another secret you're hiding from us?
Machi:
......!
Lamiroir:
Wait, Mr. Attorney! What do you mean by "secret"?
Machi:
............
Apollo:
What do I mean by "secret"? Well...
Present Replica
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"If I'm not mistaken..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Do you know what this is?
Machi:
................[Borginese speaking]
Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney...
Apollo:
I don't need a translation to understand that. I'd know that "wrong evidence" look anywhere.
Lamiroir:
I'd imagine you would.
Apollo:
(Ugh, let's try that again.)
Leads back to:
"What do I mean by "secret"? Well..."
Apollo:
If I'm not mistaken... ...you know something about this, don't you!?
Machi:
......!
Trucy:
Hey, you got a reaction! A big one!
Lamiroir:
Machi, you didn't...!
Apollo:
...Trucy and I are trained to see people's uncertainty. Not that we would have needed any training to see that one.
Machi:
....................
Lamiroir:
Mr. Attorney, please tell me what this is all about!
Apollo:
Lamiroir, please, interpret!
Lamiroir:
...Very well.
Apollo:
I know you know something about this by your reaction. If you won't tell me, I might have to give it to the prosecution... ...and have them look into it!
Machi:
! .................... [Borginese speaking]!
Lamiroir:
He asks you to "wait, do not be so hasty."
Trucy:
M-Machi...?
Machi:
.................... [Borginese speaking]....[Borginese speaking]?
Lamiroir:
"Do you know everything?"
Apollo:
...Yes, everything. Well, sort of.
Trucy:
Have him tell us about it!
Machi:
....[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
"Very well"...
Talk
The Cocoon
Leads to:
"What is this cocoon, anyway?"
Present
Anything
Machi:
....................
Lamiroir:
Machi, he is upset he could not speak with you.
Trucy:
Well, let's hear him out before he gets grumpy, Apollo!
Trucy:
What is this cocoon, anyway?
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
"The cocoon, the silk, is a potent cure."
Trucy:
A cure...?
Apollo:
It must cure some disease.
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
It's a cure for "Incuritis".
Apollo:
A cure for Incuritis?
Replica updated in the Court Record.
Trucy:
But, if it's a cure, why keep it in Borginia like that? Just think of all the lives they could save by sharing the medicine!
Machi:
....................
Lamiroir:
I do not understand the reasons myself.
Apollo:
OK, well, at least we know what it is: a cure. And Mr. LeTouse was after cocoon smugglers. Wait, was Machi...?
Lamiroir:
Machi, you weren't...!
Trucy:
He couldn't be a smuggler! He's so little!
Apollo:
Well, you're only 15, and you're sort of a magician, aren't you?
Trucy:
Well, that's true. I am sort of a magician.
Apollo:
(She said "sort of"! Oh, to have a copy of that security camera tape...)
Trucy:
Well, Machi? Are you... a smuggler?
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]!
Machi:
....................
Lamiroir:
He... won't tell me.
Trucy:
First he plays blind, now he plays dumb...
Apollo:
I wonder... Do you think he brought a cocoon here to sell it to someone? If Machi really did bring one into the country... ...was he planning on making a deal for its sale?
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
"I can't go home"...
Trucy:
Can't go home!?
Machi:
....[Borginese speaking]....[Borginese speaking] ....[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
"I can't go home to Borginia. I do not want to go home." The penalty for taking a cocoon from Borginia... is death.
Apollo:
(That's right! It's punishable by death!)
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]........
Lamiroir:
"About the case..."? What about the case?
Apollo:
(He wants to tell us about Mr. LeTouse's death!?)
Machi:
[Borginese speaking], [Borginese speaking]....
???:
This meeting's over.
Trucy:
...Daryan?
Apollo:
Wh-What do you mean? Visiting hours aren't over yet.
Daryan:
There's a call for Machi from the Borginian Embassy. This meeting is over. ...Sorry.
Apollo:
Just give us five more minutes. We can call them back after that.
Daryan:
Sorry, no go. C'mon, piano-boy. We're leaving.
Trucy:
Daryan! Wait!
Daryan:
...I never liked you. Either of you.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
Darn it! We were so close! He was about to tell us! Hey, Apollo...
Apollo:
(He didn't want us to hear what Machi had to say...)
Trucy:
Apollo!
Apollo:
(...And there can be only one reason why.)
Trucy:
Why is everyone ignoring me!?
Apollo:
Oh, sorry! (This is it... I know who I'm after now. It all happens tomorrow... in court!)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Apollo:
No clues here.
Turnabout Serenade
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
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July 10, 9:49 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Trucy:
Well, this is it!
Apollo:
Today's the day it all goes down. (And then there was yesterday...)
Daryan:
This meeting is over. ...Sorry.
Apollo:
Just give us five more minutes. We can call them back after that.
Daryan:
Sorry, no go. C'mon, piano-boy. We're leaving.
Trucy:
Daryan! Wait!
Daryan:
...I never liked you. Either of you.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
Darn it! We were so close! He was about to tell us! Hey, Apollo...
Apollo:
(He didn't want us to hear what Machi had to say...)
Apollo:
(...And I think I know why. Time to bring down a little Justice!)
...BANG!...
Trucy:
Eeek!
Apollo:
Wh-What was that!?
???:
He is heard but unseen...
Trucy:
Who's that talking...?
Apollo:
...Valant Gramarye! (...Using the door like an average muggle, no less.)
Trucy:
You... aren't the witness today, are you, Uncle Valant?
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha! A preposterous proposition. How could I stand to stand upon the stand? Why, my secrets would be free for the plucking! ...I might even have to sign autographs! That is why I intend to remain hidden for the entire day.
Trucy:
Ooh, with vanishing magic!?
Valant:
Indeed! I will jump upon an express train, and express myself to the next town over! But before I go... a word of warning.
Trucy:
Warning...? What?
Valant:
A grand Gramarye glamour resides at the root of all that has happened. Do not forget this truth.
Apollo:
A... glamour?
Valant:
A spell, a sorcery... a great illusion! ...Miss Trucy, though it pains me to part so... ...I need to get in line for a ticket. Farewell!
Trucy:
And there he goes.
Apollo:
He sure seemed happy about that illusion thing...
Trucy:
Oh, big illusions are the bread and butter of a magician! You can't pull off a show without one! The big illusion is always a spectacle to remember! Usually, it involves cutting up things, like people or elephants... ...or the Eiffel Tower. Anything, really!
Apollo:
So he was talking about what we saw at the concert.
Trucy:
Lamiroir's disappearing act.
Apollo:
And Prosecutor Gavin's exploding guitar.
Trucy:
I wonder what he meant by it being at "the root of all that has happened"?
Apollo:
Well, it's about time. Shall we go?
Bailiff:
Ah, excuse me, sir.
Apollo:
Y-Yes?
Bailiff:
The scheduled starting time for the trial has been changed. The trial will not be commencing until 10:30 AM. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Apollo:
Huh? Did something happen? This is a first...
Bailiff:
It was by the judge's request. Some urgent personal business.
Apollo:
(Great. I bet he stayed up too late last night, watching courtroom dramas.)
Bailiff:
Apparently, he's visiting the hospital again.
Apollo:
The hospital?
Bailiff:
I believe it was mentioned that the Chief Justice's son is unwell. Apparently his condition worsened considerably this morning.
Apollo:
The Chief Justice's son...
Trucy:
Oh, that's right... Remember yesterday morning? The judge said he had to go visit him after the trial.
Bailiff:
There's an article about it in the newspaper. If you care to read about it yourself...
Newspaper Article added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
("Incuritis"...? Where have I heard that before?)
Trucy:
I'll let you read that article for us, Apollo! Just leave the TV guide page to me!
Apollo:
...Try not to lose the page with the funnies if you can.
July 10, 10:30 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Ahem. My apologies for the delay. Court is now in session for the trial of... erm, how do you say this name again?
Klavier:
Machi Tobaye... our suspect fortissimo.
Judge:
...Right. It's his trial, in any case.
Apollo:
The defense is prepared, Your Honor.
Klavier:
The prosecution... is ready to rock.
Judge:
......
Apollo:
I-Is something wrong, Your Honor?
Judge:
No. Well, yes... It's just, I've been friends with the Chief Justice since we were students. It pains me to see him going through such a difficult time.
Trucy:
"Incuritis", was it? That article said there is no known cure!
Klavier:
Herr Judge, let me say, with all honesty, I feel your pain. But, now is not the time for tears. Now is the time... for law.
Judge:
...Indeed. We left off at quite the juncture yesterday.
Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that number. "IPXX314206"... The agent registered under this number... ...was Romein LeTouse.
Judge:
Thanks for looking into that for us, Detective Crescend. It's a great help.
Daryan:
Oh, no problem at all, Your Honor. ...I'll be heading out...
Hold it!
Lamiroir:
Wait! That voice just now... ............ It was him. I am sure of it.
Judge:
It was "him"?
Lamiroir:
That voice I heard, talking to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard the gunshots fired. It was him! It was Mr. Daryan!
Daryan:
...No way...
Klavier:
Quite a sensational ending. Who would have thought Daryan would guest star in the season cliff-hanger... as a suspect?
Judge:
I asked the prosecution to look into this matter. ...Please tell the court your findings.
Klavier:
Daryan Crescend is a member of my band, the Gavinners... ...He is also a detective, making the current charges serious indeed. Yet, after investigation, I have found no cause to alter our case, or file new charges.
Apollo:
...And your reason is?
Klavier:
Weren't you aware, Herr Forehead? He has an impeccable alibi.
Judge:
An alibi?
Klavier:
Let us review the facts again, shall we? The concert held on the night of the shooting was in three sets. The Gavinners ripped up the stage during the first set. For the second set, our guest took center stage... The only performers appearing were myself, Lamiroir, and Machi... ...along with a drummer and bassist, for a total of five. The shooting in the dressing room, however, took place during the third set. Lamiroir and the defendant, Machi Tobaye had left the stage at that point... ...and the Gavinners were already rocking. This is when two shots rang out at the scene of the crime. Shots heard by Detective Ema Skye, mind you.
Trucy:
And Apollo. You heard them too, right?
Apollo:
I sure did.
Klavier:
Furthermore, Lamiroir herself witnessed the moment of the crime... ...Well, perhaps I should say, she "heard" the moment of the crime. ...When she claims to have heard Mr. LeTouse and Detective Crescend "talking".
Judge:
B-But that's impossible! Detective Crescend was...
Klavier:
Precisely. Detective Crescend was on stage, getting his groove on, no less. Voila. A perfect alibi!
Judge:
Hmm. Does the defense have anything to add to this?
Apollo:
(It's true. When I heard those gunshots, he must have been on stage. Still, there's something here that doesn't quite add up...)
Judge:
...It appears the defense has no objections. I believe we can safely say that Daryan Crescend's alibi has been acknowledged.
Klavier:
Which means that Lamiroir was sadly mistaken. Her testimony cannot be true.
Judge:
Very well. Of course, if we disregard her testimony... ...then I see no evidence keeping us from declaring a verdict. ...If indeed, there are no objections?
Trucy:
Uh oh, Apollo! If he declares a verdict now...
Apollo:
(Ack! But Prosecutor Gavin's case is airtight! Lamiroir might have been lying to protect Machi! How can I rely on her testimony...? Wait... What about yesterday in the detention center...?)
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]........
Lamiroir:
"About the case..."? What about the case?
Apollo:
(He wants to tell us about Mr. LeTouse's death!?)
Machi:
[Borginese speaking], [Borginese speaking]....
???:
This meeting's over.
Trucy:
...Daryan?
Apollo:
(Machi was trying to tell us something, I know it! ...Maybe the best thing to do is ask him... under oath!)
Judge:
Very well. The court finds the defendant, er, what was his name again?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor!!!
Judge:
No, that wasn't it. It was something like "marquis" or-- ...Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Your Honor, before you declare a verdict, I would like to call another witness!
Klavier:
Exactly who else do you need to hear from?
Apollo:
A witness who, until now, has not been given a chance to speak in this court. ...Because he doesn't speak English.
Klavier:
You don't mean...
Apollo:
I do. The defense calls defendant Machi Tobaye to the stand!
Judge:
Wh-What!? But he doesn't speak English...
Apollo:
We'll use an interpreter!
Klavier:
Interpreter? I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. I only speak a few phrases, such as, "I love you," and, "Where is the toilet?"
Apollo:
The defense would like to request Lamiroir as the interpreter.
Judge:
L-Lamiroir!? But there's a possibility she's protecting the defendant...!
Apollo:
But she'd be interpreting for the defendant! Why would she lie?
Judge:
This is most unusual...
Klavier:
Ah ha ha... Bravo, Herr Forehead. Herr Judge! The prosecution agrees with the defense's request. If Lamiroir lies, I'll be able to tell. Even my limited knowledge of the language should be enough for that.
Judge:
Well, if both prosecution and defense are for this, I see little cause for refusal.
Apollo:
(Finally! Some progress!)
Judge:
Bailiff! Please show the defendant and Lamiroir to the witness stand!
Klavier:
I suppose there is a first time for everything. Shall we proceed?
Klavier:
Your name, to begin with. ...If you would, Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
Yes... He says, "Machi Tobaye, the defendant."
Judge:
Hmm, this is certainly a first for this courtroom. Not that we really needed an interpretation of that message in particular.
Apollo:
(So far, so good...)
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Justice, if you would.
Apollo:
Huh? If I would what, Your Honor?
Judge:
"Would what"!? You called the defendant to the stand, did you not? What would you have him testify about!?
Apollo:
What do I want him to testify about...? (Ack, I hadn't thought that far yet!)
Trucy:
Apollo! Aren't you going to ask him what he was about to tell us yesterday?
Apollo:
How can I if I don't know what he was saying...?
Lamiroir:
Excuse me, a moment. If I might speak?
Judge:
Yes, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
Just now, Machi said there is something about which he "wishes to testify".
Apollo:
(Machi wants to testify about something? What could it be?)
Judge:
What sort of testimony is he talking about?
Lamiroir:
...One moment, please.
Apollo:
(Argh! The suspense is killing me...)
Lamiroir:
What...!?
Apollo:
(What? What!?)
Judge:
W-Well, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
According to Machi... He has "proof of his innocence".
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaat!?
Klavier:
...This is a surprise.
Trucy:
Yahoo! Victory, Apollo! We did it!
Apollo:
(This is sounding too good to believe. And I know what that usually means...)
Judge:
Well, if that's true, then this is vital testimony! Lamiroir... I mean, Machi! Please testify to the court!
Lamiroir:
"Very well."
Witness Testimony
-- Proof of Innocence --
Lamiroir:
He says that word of Mr. LeTouse's death came as a great shock.
But if the killing truly followed the lyrics of my song...
...I, that is, he, could not have done it.
He says that because the lyrics are in English, he does not understand them.
Judge:
Hmm. I see! He wouldn't have understood the English lyrics to the song. That would prevent him from following them so closely.
Klavier:
I wondered what he meant by "proof". Why, he would only have to ask Lamiroir to know the meaning of that song.
Apollo:
Lamiroir! Did you ever explain the lyrics of that song to him?
Lamiroir:
I did tell him, generally, what the song was about. But never in so much detail. And he never asked.
Klavier:
Has my oft-repeated warning already fled that forehead? Lamiroir might be protecting the witness!
Apollo:
......
Judge:
Well, anyway, let us proceed with the cross-examination. Mr. Justice, if you would.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. (Something's hidden in that testimony, I know it. I'll just have to trust my bracelet to tell me where! It worked yesterday, it'll work today!)
Cross Examination
-- Proof of Innocence --
Lamiroir:
He says that word of Mr. LeTouse's death came as a great shock.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Were Machi and Mr. LeTouse close?
Lamiroir:
Yes, after we traveled around the world on tour together...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Lamiroir... This is Machi's cross-examination, not yours.
Lamiroir:
But I knew the answer...
Klavier:
This is a court of law. We'll play by the book.
Lamiroir:
...I understand.
Trucy:
When Prosecutor Gavin's tough, he's really tough!
Lamiroir:
Machi says he was very good friends with Mr. LeTouse. "Mr. LeTouse was always a gentle man, never angry.. We got along quite well. I never dreamed something like this would happen..."
Lamiroir:
But if the killing truly followed the lyrics of my song...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
"The Guitar's Serenade", correct?
Lamiroir:
Yes. "The crime followed the lyrics of the song... The theft of the key ring, the burning guitar, and the bullet... This is why it could not have been me!"
Lamiroir:
...I, that is, he, could not have done it.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
By "could not have done it", you mean...?
Lamiroir:
It is very simple. Machi could not have done all the things that happened that day. For all those things followed the song lyrics closely...
Lamiroir:
He says that because the lyrics are in English, he does not understand them.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Wouldn't it be difficult for him to perform without knowing the meaning of the lyrics?
Lamiroir:
He did know what the song was about, its mood, shall we say. This was enough to play by. I told him it was a song about a "guitar in love".
Klavier:
It's... not actually the guitar that's in love, strictly speaking.
Lamiroir:
Oh? Perhaps I misunderstood!
Klavier:
Ah, no, not really. Yours is also a valid interpretation.
Apollo:
(Um... OK?)
Lamiroir:
No, it is my fault. I am too used to singing in Borginian. It is much easier than trying to understand these English lyrics.
Perceive Machi's glance on "are in English,"
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
Machi... ...You can't fool my eyes.
Machi:
........!
Apollo:
You glanced toward her the very moment Lamiroir said the word "English". Why? And don't bother interpreting that! He understands me!
Lamiroir:
...!
Apollo:
Machi, tell the truth. You can understand English, can't you?
Lamiroir:
Wh-What are you saying? Of course he can't!
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]....
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Apollo:
(Must he continue this charade...?)
Lamiroir:
Mr. Justice, Machi says this: "I know the word 'English'."
Apollo:
Huh?
Lamiroir:
Before coming to this country, he heard me speaking English. He learned the name for this language, that is all.
Apollo:
What? Give me a break!
Lamiroir:
Is that such an unusual word to understand? Do you not know "Español", for instance?
Apollo:
(Well, yeah, but...)
Lamiroir:
I am sorry, but he truly does not understand your language.
Apollo:
W-Well then explain this! How does he know the crime followed the lyrics!?
Lamiroir:
...... Have you always been such a suspicious-minded lad? It is simple. So simple it hardly requires an explanation. ...He read about it in the newspaper.
Apollo:
The newspaper!?
Lamiroir:
The Borginian Daily Bugle. You can buy it in this country these days, you know. They have already begun to report about this case in our homeland.
Apollo:
...... (I was right!)
Lamiroir:
What is wrong, Mr. Justice? Your eyes, they are quite fierce all of a sudden!
Apollo:
(...Machi is lying! Maybe it's time to show them proof that he's lying!)
Present Borginian Newspaper
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I have here a Borginian Newspaper! The Borginian Daily Bugle, as a matter of fact!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
This evidence proves that you're lying!
Lamiroir:
Ah, perhaps my interpretation was at fault...?
Lamiroir:
Machi says, "Try again, adhesive." No, no, sorry. "Try again, sucker."
Apollo:
(Urk! I must have gotten it wrong... One more time! So, he claims he read about it in the newspaper...? That means he's lying!)
Leads back to:
"Maybe it's time to show them proof that he's lying!"
Apollo:
I have here a Borginian Newspaper! The Borginian Daily Bugle, as a matter of fact!
Machi:
!
Apollo:
Indeed, there is a feature article about the case. Could you read this for me, Machi?
Machi:
....!
Apollo:
That's right. It doesn't mention the lyrics!
Lamiroir:
Wh-What? What is this all about?
Apollo:
I'm sorry Machi. You couldn't have read about the lyrics in a Borginian Newspaper!!!
Machi:
! ........................ [Borginese speaking]!!!!!!!!!
Judge:
What does this mean!?
Machi:
....................
Lamiroir:
B-But I don't see how it's possible... Ah, I know! He must have heard the lyrics when the police were doing their questioning! Yes...
Klavier:
Not possible, the subject of the lyrics was not brought up in police questioning. I read the full report myself.
Apollo:
So, the lyrics weren't in the newspaper and the police didn't mention them. The only place you could have heard them was in this courtroom! ...In English, no less!
Machi:
!
Judge:
The witness will explain herself... er, himself!
Lamiroir:
Machi says... He says... ......
Judge:
Yes?
Lamiroir:
..."It is true I read the newspaper. But this is not where I learned of the lyrics. I was mistaken. Now I remember..."
Apollo:
You remember...?
Lamiroir:
...He says he heard of the lyrics from me!
Apollo:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Is this true, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
...... Yes. I'm afraid I had forgotten it myself.
Klavier:
Then it looks like Herr Forehead's been jumping to conclusions again.
Judge:
It seems so, yes.
Apollo:
(No... No! I was onto something, I know it! I can't let this chance slip away...!)
Judge:
Time is an issue today... Mr. Justice, are you finished with the cross-examination?
Trucy:
What are you going to do, Apollo!?
Apollo:
(If I'm going to keep on cross-examining, I'd better have an angle of attack... ...Or else!) ......! (My bracelet's still reacting!) Your Honor! Please allow me to continue!
Judge:
If you must, you must. Very well. Witness?
Lamiroir:
...I understand.
Changes statement from "He says that because the lyrics are in English, he does not understand them." to "He says that because the lyrics are in English, he does not fully understand them."
Adds statement "It was I who explained that the crime followed the song."
Lamiroir:
He says that because the lyrics are in English, he does not fully understand them.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Lamiroir:
It was I who explained that the crime followed the song.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Exactly how much did you explain to Machi?
Lamiroir:
...... Ah, this is a question for me, yes?
Apollo:
(This interpretation thing is getting old fast...)
Lamiroir:
I told him that Mr. LeTouse had been killed, and why he was a suspect. And I told him the crimes of that day followed my song.
Apollo:
Did you mention any particular words of the song relating to the case, such as "heart"?
Lamiroir:
Yes, of course I explained this. He was quite surprised.
Perceive Lamiroir's swallowing on "It was I who explained"
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Leads to:
"Lamiroir..."
Trucy:
Yay! I knew he was innocent!
Apollo:
I believe he is, too, Trucy. I do...
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? You got a tummy ache or something?
Apollo:
(Something's hidden in that testimony... If it's the truth, I'll find it!)
Apollo:
Lamiroir... I'm currently cross-examining Machi. ...Why should you be uncertain?
Lamiroir:
! Me? Uncertain?
Apollo:
Yes, you swallowed the very moment you told the court... ..."It was I who explained."
Lamiroir:
...I see there is little point in trying to hide anything from you.
Apollo:
Lamiroir, are you, indeed, protecting someone?
Lamiroir:
That... is not a question with a simple answer. To tell the truth, I do not believe it myself.
Apollo:
Then, allow me to answer for you. Lamiroir, you're protecting...
Present Machi Tobaye profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Lamiroir, you are protecting Machi."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Lamiroir:
...I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying.
Apollo:
Well...
Lamiroir:
So sad to go through life being so misunderstood.
Apollo:
(I don't need your pity! What I need is another chance. C'mon this is easy: Who is she protecting?)
Leads back to:
"Lamiroir, you're protecting..."
Apollo:
Lamiroir, you are protecting Machi. That's why you lied and told us that you had explained how the crime followed the song!
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
I don't fault you for trying to help, but this is not the way!
Lamiroir:
!
Apollo:
Machi! I believe you didn't do it, really! I trust you! But you've lied to us twice. And now you have Lamiroir lying on your behalf!
Machi:
................
Apollo:
If this is going to work, you have to trust me, too.
Machi:
!
Apollo:
Your two lies cover a simple truth. You understand English. You have to!
Machi:
! ........................ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!
Judge:
Witness! Is this true? Do you understand English?
Machi:
...Y-Yes. A little, only.
Judge:
What!?
Klavier:
First he could see, now he can talk. And you... did not know about this, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
I... no. I did not! It is quite a surprise.
Judge:
How many secrets is this witness hiding!?
Machi:
Last... This is... last...
Apollo:
Machi... could you tell us what really happened?
Machi:
No shooting! I did no shooting!
Apollo:
So, you weren't in the dressing room when I heard those two gunshots, correct?
Machi:
......
Klavier:
Apparently, the answer to that question isn't simple either.
Machi:
I was in... dressing room. Behind desk. Manager, he on floor...
Apollo:
(Which would be after the shooting, right...?)
Machi:
...Then, there is voice...
Trucy:
Voice? Or voices? Was it you and Ema, Apollo?
Apollo:
So when Machi went into the dressing room, Mr. LeTouse had already been shot. And then we came to the door.
Machi:
...Panel high up. I take off. Run away, run away!
Apollo:
So it was you who escaped through that air vent!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha. As the prosecution has held all along, no less. The defendant has admitted to being at the scene. Might we take this as a confession?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
No! He's clearly denied that he did it!
Machi:
I no shooting! Manager on floor. Already on floor...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
The victim had already been shot, you say? I find that hard to believe. The defendant understood the song lyrics. He was at the scene of the crime... This can only mean one thing. He is the shooter!
Machi:
!
Judge:
Does the defendant have anything to say to this?
Machi:
......
Trucy:
He's clammed up, Apollo!
Judge:
Then let's ask Mr. Justice. Will you require any further testimony from the witness?
Apollo:
(Is that it? Is there nothing else I can get him to testify about? Wait... no, of course there is!)
Trucy:
What is this cocoon, anyway?
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
"The cocoon, the silk, is a potent cure."
Trucy:
A cure...?
Trucy:
Well, Machi? Are you... a smuggler?
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
[Borginese speaking]!
Machi:
....................
Lamiroir:
He... won't tell me.
Apollo:
(That cocoon has to have something to do with this!) Machi. Please, tell us the truth, for your own sake.
Machi:
...No. No more speak. Not... to any of you.
Klavier:
So much for your precious trust, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
(Hey, you were the one who didn't believe him!)
Klavier:
Regardless, this brings us to an impasse.
Judge:
It does seem that the defense and defendant are at odds. ...I doubt we are likely to learn anything more of value should this continue. I see no other course but to declare a five minute recess! The defense will work things out with the defendant so that we might proceed!
July 10, 11:23 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Machi:
...Apollo Yoostis...
Apollo:
(That's "Justice". Better learn how to say it if you ever want to get some.)
Machi:
Believe. I no shooting.
Apollo:
(Machi claims Mr. LeTouse was already down on the ground when he entered the room.)
Trucy:
Maybe... it was a trap, and he walked right into it?
Machi:
Suddenly. I hear revolver. Close. Very close. Then, I hear voice.
Apollo:
You heard gunshots?
Machi:
Yes. Is true. I hear revolver. But only sound.
Apollo:
Wait, you're saying you went into the dressing room... ...and found Mr. LeTouse already dead, and THEN you heard shots? (If that's true...!)
Trucy:
So... you were at the scene of the crime when you heard those shots?
Apollo:
And you escaped through the air vent.
Machi:
I know.
Trucy:
Huh? What do you know?
Machi:
I know if I opening vent... ...I can leave stage and back... backstage.
Apollo:
(So the vents went to both the stage and the backstage area? Is that what he means...?)
Trucy:
Hey, he's right! Look, Apollo!
Apollo:
Huh... Yeah. But how did you know it was connected like that?
Trucy:
Wait, I bet his father was the architect that designed the hall or something!
Machi:
I hear this. From magician.
Apollo:
Magician...?
Trucy:
D-Don't look at me!
Apollo:
(A magician, huh?)
Trucy:
Well, at least we're clear on one thing: Machi didn't shoot Mr. LeTouse!
Apollo:
Yeah, but what does that leave us with? We're supposed to say he went into the room to find the body and then he heard the shots? (That one's going to go over well in court. Not.)
Trucy:
Apollo! You're his defense! You're supposed to believe whatever he says. Even lies! That's what Daddy always told me!
Apollo:
Um, I'll just pretend you misheard him. Every time. So... what do we do?
Trucy:
You're sure you won't testify, Machi?
Machi:
I... no talking. No.
Trucy:
Hmm, well it was worth a shot.
Apollo:
(That cocoon...)
Machi:
[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
"I can't go home"...
Trucy:
Can't go home!?
Machi:
....[Borginese speaking]....[Borginese speaking] ....[Borginese speaking]....
Lamiroir:
"I can't go home to Borginia. I do not want to go home." The penalty for taking a cocoon from Borginia... is death.
Apollo:
(That's right! It's punishable by death!)
Apollo:
(Of course... He's scared.) ...Oh well, I guess we'll just have to try a different approach.
Trucy:
That's the spirit, Apollo! So, what's your plan?
Apollo:
If Machi won't testify about it, we'll have to get someone else to testify.
Trucy:
Someone... else?
Apollo:
...I think we're out of time. Let's get back in there.
Trucy:
Right!
July 10, 11:28 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
...Court is now back in session. Mr. Justice. Have you sorted things out with the defendant?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. We had a good talk.
Judge:
Hmm, very well. So will he testify?
Apollo:
Your Honor, the defendant... will not testify.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Klavier:
...... Shame. And here I thought this was your big chance to turn the case around.
Apollo:
Actually, it is. ...The defense would like to approach this case from a different angle, Your Honor!
Judge:
A different... angle?
Apollo:
(If Machi won't testify... ...then I know who will!) I would like to cross-examine the witness in this case... Lamiroir!
Judge:
L-Lamiroir...?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
What are you up to now? I thought we determined yesterday that Lamiroir's testimony was insubstantial! There's nothing you can--
Apollo:
...Lamiroir was taken to the hospital yesterday with injuries.
Judge:
What happened?
Apollo:
She was assaulted, Your Honor.
Judge:
Assaulted!?
Apollo:
Someone wanted Lamiroir dead. Thankfully, she was able to save herself...
Klavier:
What!? I've heard no such report!
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin...
Klavier:
!
Apollo:
Why would anyone be out to kill Lamiroir? Can you think of a reason?
Klavier:
W-Well...
Apollo:
Think of how she is known in our country... A singer, from overseas, who doesn't speak English, yes? Yet someone tried to keep her mouth shut! Who could that have been?
Judge:
You don't think...
Apollo:
I do! It was the same person who shot Mr. LeTouse! The killer was afraid of her, afraid of what she might say! The defense believes that something was hidden in her testimony yesterday. Something that the killer doesn't want getting out!
Klavier:
So, am I to understand that this is what you are saying? Namely, that there is a nugget of "truth" in Lamiroir's testimony... ...A nugget we have yet to uncover?
Apollo:
...Exactly.
Judge:
Hmm... If Lamiroir was attacked, this has serious implications! Very well... There were some vague points in her testimony during yesterday's trial. Perhaps we did not inquire as deeply as we might have into some. The court will hear Lamiroir's testimony once more!
Klavier:
...Lamiroir, I must apologize. We must ask you to stand again and speak.
Lamiroir:
You need not apologize. I know that Machi is innocent. And I will do all that I can until the court realizes this.
Apollo:
Let's review your testimony from yesterday. You told us you heard two gunshots and the shooter's voice through the window. ...And that the voice belonged to Daryan Crescend, yes?
Lamiroir:
...That is correct.
Klavier:
At which point I proved she could not be correct. She couldn't have heard any of those things. The small window at the scene was closed, and was found to be quite soundproof.
Apollo:
......
Judge:
...You have nothing to say to that, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
I don't know exactly what, yet, but I do know there's something there!
Klavier:
There is, it seems, much you do not know.
Judge:
And yet it is my duty to hear him out. Perhaps the witness would be so kind as to testify once more to the court?
Lamiroir:
...Of course, Your Honor.
Witness Testimony
-- What I Heard --
Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit.
That's when I heard them: Mr. LeTouse and the detective.
I heard the faint sound of a gunshot and stopped. Then I heard another gunshot.
There was the smell of gunpowder... I knew I must tell someone, but...
I was in a hurry, so I kept moving past the small window.
Judge:
Hmm... Pretty much the same as yesterday's testimony.
Lamiroir:
I am sorry. I am not used to speaking much in this language. Perhaps my descriptions are lacking in some way. Yet, everything I have said here is the truth.
Klavier:
Then it is my distinct displeasure to say this. What you have said to have happened... is impossible.
Apollo:
Do I have to repeat myself? Lamiroir was attacked because of this testimony!
Klavier:
...!
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
Wh-What? Trucy?
Trucy:
Apollo... You know, for a moment there... ...You were pretty cool.
Apollo:
(...Maybe I do better when I don't try to think ahead.)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. Perhaps you can "coolly" cross-examine the witness?
Cross Examination
-- What I Heard --
Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
......
Lamiroir:
Is something wrong?
Apollo:
(I raised an objection... ...but she's saying the same thing she said before...)
Judge:
Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
S-Sorry, it's nothing. Please continue with your testimony.
Judge:
Hmm. Now I know what they mean about the reckless youth these days.
Klavier:
The one in red over there is a shining example, Herr Judge.
Apollo:
(You're the last person who should be pointing fingers, Mr. Rock Star...)
Lamiroir:
That's when I heard them: Mr. LeTouse and the detective.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Daryan Crescend...?
Lamiroir:
I did not know his name at the time. But yes, it was him, the one who took the stand yesterday.
Klavier:
How many times do I need to remind you that's impossible? There is no way you could have heard him.
Apollo:
Because the window at the scene was closed? Is that why?
Klavier:
Of course.
Trucy:
Apollo! If we keep asking the same questions as yesterday we won't get anywhere!
Apollo:
(She's right. Maybe there's a different angle I can try?)
What were they talking about?
Leads to:
"Lamiroir, do you by any chance remember what they were saying to each other?"
Did you hear anything else?
Apollo:
Did you happen to hear anything else at that time?
Lamiroir:
Anything else...?
Apollo:
Anything else besides the victim and the shooter's conversation. Anything at all.
Klavier:
That's quite the vague question.
Lamiroir:
...... Other than the conversation? I heard a clock ticking, the two men breathing, footsteps. ...That is all.
Klavier:
Nothing new there, as expected.
Apollo:
(Ack! I was hoping for a little more than that!)
Judge:
Perhaps we should just carry on with the cross-examination.
Lamiroir:
As you wish.
No need
Apollo:
(On second thought, maybe I'll just play it safe here. See, I can be calm and collected, too, sometimes!)
Trucy:
Don't get too calm, or you might grind to a halt.
Apollo:
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Trucy:
I liked you better before with the "do I have to repeat myself" bit.
Apollo:
(Argh, so which should I be? ...Maybe I am overthinking this whole thing.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Apollo:
Lamiroir, do you by any chance remember what they were saying to each other? If so, please tell us!
Klavier:
......
Lamiroir:
I have given it much reflection, but...
Apollo:
(I was afraid of this. She doesn't remember...)
Lamiroir:
...I only heard one phrase clearly.
Apollo:
A whole phrase!?
Klavier:
You remember something that was said!?
Apollo:
Why didn't you say anything yesterday!?
Lamiroir:
Though my memory is clear, I was afraid to speak. You see, I do not understand what was said.
Apollo:
(This could be it! The clue I've been waiting for!) W-Well what did he say!?
Lamiroir:
It was the other man speaking, not Mr. LeTouse.
Apollo:
The shooter, then. (Daryan Crescend...)
Judge:
Well, what did he say!?
Lamiroir:
...... "It's over. Press the switch! Now!"
Judge:
"Switch"...? And the shooter said this to the victim, Mr. LeTouse?
Lamiroir:
I thought it quite strange myself, afterward.
Judge:
Hmm. It is a mystery. What could it possibly mean? Mr. Justice? Care to shed some light on this?
Apollo:
Urk. Um, I mean, sure...! I-I'd be delighted... It's, um, very, very vital! Maybe we could add that to the testimony!
Trucy:
"Maybe", Apollo?
Adds statement:
"From the small window, I heard a voice say, "Press the switch! Now!""
Press (after adding statement)
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, you remember a part of their conversation.
Lamiroir:
Yes, the conversation between Mr. LeTouse and the detective. I remember it quite clearly.
Lamiroir:
From the small window, I heard a voice say, "Press the switch! Now!"
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
And it was Detective Daryan Crescend's voice?
Lamiroir:
Yes, I am sure of it.
Judge:
"It's over. Press the switch." Why would he say that to Mr. LeTouse?
Trucy:
Apollo! The murder weapon, the revolver was Mr. LeTouse's, right?
Apollo:
Yeah... what of it?
Trucy:
Well, maybe when he said, "Press the switch"... ...he really meant to say, "Pull the trigger!"
Trucy:
Because his English isn't so good!
Apollo:
...... Daryan Crescend is a native speaker!
Trucy:
Oh. Oh, right! Sorry, I kind of forgot who was what.
Apollo:
("Press the switch"... That's not something a killer usually says to his or her victim, is it.)
Judge:
Was there no one else in the room?
Lamiroir:
...I do not know. All I heard was Mr. LeTouse and the detective.
Present Remote Trigger
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"..."Press the switch.""
Lamiroir:
I heard the faint sound of a gunshot and stopped. Then I heard another gunshot.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
There were two gunshots...
Lamiroir:
Yes, I heard two. One after the other.
Apollo:
(That fits with the bullet holes at the scene. Nothing really new here to pick up...)
Lamiroir:
There was the smell of gunpowder... I knew I must tell someone, but...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Why didn't you tell someone immediately?
Lamiroir:
W-Well I...
Judge:
If it were me, I would have gone to the police right away. It's our duty as citizens!
Klavier:
This may be beside the point, but Lamiroir isn't a citizen. Though one would hope such common sense prevails in Borginia as well...?
Lamiroir:
......
Trucy:
Lamiroir seems awfully quiet all of a sudden.
Apollo:
(That's strange... Could she be hiding something?)
Lamiroir:
It is as you say, yet, at the time...
Lamiroir:
I was in a hurry, so I kept moving past the small window.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You were in a hurry... to go where?
Lamiroir:
...I was on my way to the backstage exit, as I have said.
Apollo:
Why were you in such a hurry then?
Lamiroir:
W-Well... I don't think that has anything to do with this case.
Apollo:
It very well might! Please answer the question!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Are you alright, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
Yes... Yes. I am just tired.
Klavier:
Recall what I told you yesterday, Herr Forehead. Lamiroir suffers from serious amnesia. Please refrain from traumatizing her further.
Apollo:
(Grr... What, so he can just dismiss questions he thinks are "too traumatizing"!?)
Klavier:
Why don't you prove her reason had a connection to the case before asking about it, ja?
Judge:
The prosecution's objection is sustained. The current question is moot. Mr. Justice, please continue with your cross-examination.
Apollo:
(Lamiroir was attacked because of this testimony. I know she was... So something's got to be hidden here!)
Trucy:
Maybe there's some detail we're missing?
Apollo:
I guess we'll just have to get her to fill in the blanks.
Trucy:
Right!
Apollo:
..."Press the switch." There's only one key that can unlock the mystery of those words!
Klavier:
Oh? Yet there was nothing at the scene that could be called a "switch". Save the lights'.
Apollo:
True, there wasn't a switch at the scene. But, it just so happens... I have a "switch" right here.
Judge:
That certainly does look like a switch, doesn't it.
Apollo:
The problem is... ...this was found not at the scene of the crime, but on the stage.
Judge:
The stage...?
Apollo:
Where the concert was held, yes. This was found hidden there!
Klavier:
On the stage...
Judge:
Are you claiming that the voice Lamiroir heard... ...was of someone commanding another to press this switch?
Apollo:
...It's a possibility.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Oh, Herr Forehead? I'd call that an "impossibility".
Apollo:
...Why?
Klavier:
It's hardly necessary for me to remind the court of the layout of the concert forum. The stage is quite far from Lamiroir's dressing room. Not to mention that the Gavinners were in the middle of a concert on said stage. We aren't known for being a quiet band. You could shout all you wanted and not be heard.
Lamiroir:
The detective's voice was loud... but certainly not a shout.
Klavier:
So, too, have Herr Forehead's cries of "possibility" fallen far short of being heard...
Apollo:
...Sorry, but he wouldn't have needed to shout.
Klavier:
...Excuse me?
Apollo:
You heard what I said. Or... do you need me to shout it out for you? It would have been quite simple to be heard on the stage from that dressing room. Oh, wait, you like evidence don't you? How about this! Using this, it would be easy to get a message to someone on stage from the dressing room.
Present Headset
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Prosecutor Gavin. Perhaps you're familiar with this?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm. So the shooter used this to erm, get his message to the stage? Perhaps you could demonstrate how this was done for us?
Apollo:
...... (Um... Maybe I was wrong?) ...Sorry, Your Honor.
Judge:
What? I can't hear you!
Apollo:
(Ha ha, very funny...)
Klavier:
Apparently, it is easier said than done.
Apollo:
Your Honor! If I might show another piece of evidence!!!
Judge:
No need to shout, Mr. Justice. Go ahead, show your evidence.
Apollo:
Neither did the shooter need to shout, Your Honor. Not with this...!
Leads back to:
"Using this, it would be easy to get a message to someone on stage from the dressing room."
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin. Perhaps you're familiar with this?
Klavier:
! Wh-Why that's...
Judge:
What? What is it!? Is that some kind of new-fangled phone they invented while I wasn't looking!?
Apollo:
This is a type of transmitter. A communications device.
Judge:
Communications? Device?
Apollo:
From what I've heard, that night... ...everyone on stage was wearing one of these. Isn't that right, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Ah, yes, actually. They're for talking between band members. We all had one on.
Apollo:
So you admit that if you were wearing one of these... ...talking from the backstage to the stage would be simple!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
True, but wait! Those send out an electronic signal. To avoid interference with the audio systems, their range is quite limited.
Trucy:
Lamiroir said it was about thirty feet, right?
Apollo:
Look at this cross-section diagram of the concert forum.
Klavier:
Ah...
Apollo:
Exactly. The walk from the stage to the backstage seems far. But the direct distance is less than thirty feet!
Klavier:
That... can't be...
Judge:
So, when Lamiroir heard the shooter's voice... ...he could have been talking to someone on stage!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Hah! You're claiming this is the "switch" in question? Why did it have to be on the stage at the time? It could be placed in a pocket and carried anywhere! Someone could have hid it on the stage after the fact!
Trucy:
Hey... he's got a point! How do we know where it was when she heard the voice? ...When the shooter said "press the switch"?
Apollo:
Well, I guess we don't...
Judge:
Hmm... An unfortunate situation. I'm afraid that until we know where this switch was, there's little point in debating it.
Apollo:
Ugh... (I was sure this was the way to go with this...!)
Klavier:
What is this switch, anyway? We don't even know that basic fact.
Apollo:
...... (Wait a second... I do know what this "switch" is! And if you follow that train of logic to its incredible conclusion... ...it ends up in proof that completely changes this case!)
Trucy:
What's up, Apollo? Apollo...?
Apollo:
We know about this "switch", right? We know what it is.
Trucy:
Y...Yeah?
Apollo:
Well... think of when it was used that day... Think of what happened!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? If you have no further information to share concerning this switch...
Apollo:
...Your Honor!
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
I've been remiss in not telling the court this before. I know what this "switch" is.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, it seems the defense is set upon linking this switch to the case. Let's see your evidence of the link! What evidence do you have to explain what this "switch" is?
Present Igniter
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Prosecutor Gavin, you remember this?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
......
Apollo:
(...Huh?)
Klavier:
I fail to see how this evidence links the "switch" to this case in any way.
Judge:
Mr. Justice... Might I recommend a "switch" of evidence?
Apollo:
(Ugh... I knew it.)
Judge:
Once again, please!
Leads back to:
"What evidence do you have to explain what this "switch" is?"
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, you remember this?
Klavier:
Ach! That's that...
Judge:
That what!? Is it another one of those new-fangled phones!?
Apollo:
This... is an igniter. (What phone looks like this!?)
Judge:
I-I-Igniter? You mean it's like a lighter?
Apollo:
Yes, actually.
Klavier:
You aren't saying this switch is a remote...?
Apollo:
I am. This is a remote trigger for an igniter.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Look, I'll show you.
Judge:
.................. Yow yow yow yow yow! Mr. Justice! You will cease and desist from burning down this courtroom!
Apollo:
Er, sorry. That was a bit more fire than I'd expected.
Judge:
If my whiskers had caught on fire...
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin. Let me repeat myself. This switch is a remote igniter trigger.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
Doesn't that suggest something to you?
Klavier:
You're... talking about what happened to me, aren't you?
Trucy:
Ah...!
Apollo:
Exactly. That night at the concert there was one unusual burst of flame. ...When your guitar caught fire in the middle of the performance!
Judge:
Wasn't that part of the stage show, though?
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin was entirely unaware such a thing had been planned. And the guitar that burned was a valuable keepsake.
Trucy:
That's right... He got it in Borginia from Lamiroir! He said the sound was amazing. Before it burned, of course. Now it just kind of smokes.
Klavier:
The better the guitar, the brighter it burns. Herr Forehead!
Apollo:
Yes?
Klavier:
Don't tell me you're trying to tie these two things together? Those being the shooter's voice, heard by Lamiroir... ...and the guitar suddenly catching on fire?
Apollo:
I am. It's really simple when you think about it. Mr. LeTouse and the shooter were at the crime scene. The shooter was wearing a headset. He ordered someone on stage to "press the switch". The switch was pressed, and the guitar caught fire.
Judge:
Well, that does seem to make sense... Though something about it is bugging me. Can't quite put my finger on it...
Apollo:
Really? It seems pretty simple to me.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, don't destroy what little respect I have for you!
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
I was expecting something a little more... sensible. I guess I was wrong.
Judge:
What's this all about, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
His simple story simply makes no sense. Think! That night, my guitar caught fire, yes. The cause... may have been this, indeed. However! The guitar caught fire during the second set!
Trucy:
Ack! That's right! Of course! The guitar caught fire during Lamiroir's song!
Klavier:
Indeed. Yet the shooting happened during the third set. The two are utterly unrelated!
Judge:
Hmm, yes, that must have been what was bugging me. The whole premise for this is faulty!
Klavier:
See? His story makes no sense.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Are you sure about that?
Judge:
...! What exactly do you mean, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Maybe it's not the premise for my explanation of the switch that's at fault... ...Maybe it's our premise for the entire case so far!
Judge:
What premise is this, specifically?
Apollo:
I'm glad you asked. I'm saying that maybe the killing didn't take place in the third act!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
What's this? But Detective Ema Skye heard shots and found the body. All of this happened in the third act!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Gunshots rang out... And, according to his testimony, Machi was in that dressing room at the time.
Judge:
Where are you going with this, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Stay with me, Your Honor! He also told us this in his testimony: Namely, that the victim had already been shot! We all heard gunshots... but no one saw the shooting!
Klavier:
This... This is insane!
Apollo:
Just before the "shooting" took place, the "shooter" was heard on his headset... ...telling someone to "press the switch"! The next moment, Prosecutor Gavin's guitar burst into flame. We know that a remote triggered igniter was inside the guitar. From all these facts, we can draw only one conclusion! The crime did not take place during the third act... ...but during the ballad performance... The second act!
Klavier:
Whaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! B-But that goes against the evidence!
Apollo:
...What does, Your Honor?
Judge:
This crime was carried out according to the lyrics of that song, yes?
Trucy:
Hey, he's right! Look! The "bullet" is supposed to come after the "fire"!
Apollo:
You're thinking about it the wrong way.
Trucy:
Huh?
Apollo:
Look... Why would the shooter craft the events of the day to follow the lyrics anyway? It's an awful lot of trouble to go through. ...With little merit for the person doing it.
Judge:
Well, I'm sure whoever it was had some reason...
Apollo:
Yes, they did. A reason that made it advantageous to follow the lyrics.
Klavier:
...You're saying the order was reversed on purpose!
Judge:
Hmm? Reversed, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
If the criminal followed the lyrics strictly, then yes... ...the shooting would have had to come after the guitar burst into flame. Yet, Herr Forehead has raised another possibility. He's claiming that the bullet came not after, but just before the "fire".
Apollo:
...Couldn't have put it better myself. We were only meant to think that the shooting came after the guitar burst into flame! That was the criminal's objective! The crime followed the lyrics to a point, but that was the ruse! Why else would the killer risk discovery by moving the body? That was the final touch to make us think he'd followed the lyrics the whole way!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! That would explain this most unusual situation...
Apollo:
It does! The killer changed the order of events to create himself an alibi! In other words... The killer was someone who had an alibi for the third set, but not the second!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. But sadly, it has. Let me tell you why your little fairy tale makes no sense at all.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Oh, it sounds good, I'll give you that. You've given us a reason why the killer bothered following the lyrics of my song. But I question your logic! ...For it's flawed from the very beginning.
Apollo:
Flawed?
Klavier:
Yes. A contradiction, Herr Forehead, one I've pointed out several times, no less. At the time of the crime, the small window at the scene was closed... How could Lamiroir have heard a voice through it?
Apollo:
Oh...
Klavier:
I know that you would like to divert our attention from this critical fact. But you're basing your entire line of reasoning on a false premise!
Apollo:
...... (Right... Lamiroir's testimony is my entire case... ...That voice she heard... The shooter's voice...)
Trucy:
W-What if she couldn't hear it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Look, what do we have. A man saying "press the switch!" And near the crime scene, we have a switch. Which acts as a remote trigger for an igniter. And last, but not least, Prosecutor Gavin's flaming guitar. (It can't all be coincidence! But how do I make it work?)
Klavier:
I see a more direct line of questioning is required. When the crime scene was investigated, immediately after the crime... ...that window was closed! Care to tell us how Lamiroir heard the voice?
Judge:
Hmm... A key point, to be sure. ...Mr. Justice! Can you explain this to the court?
Apollo:
(OK Justice, you've got one thing to prove, and one thing only. Lamiroir heard a "voice"... ...and she heard it during the second set! Think! How was Lamiroir able to hear the voice?)
The window was open.
Apollo:
Obviously, the window was open... It had to be for her to hear the voice!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
News bulletin, Herr Forehead: That horse is dead. Stop beating it, for all our sakes. That window was closed! This is a hard fact, reported by the investigation team.
Apollo:
B-But...
Klavier:
Oh? You have evidence to the contrary, perhaps?
Apollo:
Well, no, but...
Klavier:
Then do be quiet. I tire of this charade.
Apollo:
(Grr... Time to rethink this!)
Leads back to:
"Lamiroir heard a "voice"..."
She has divine hearing.
Apollo:
The window was closed, as you say, yet Lamiroir could still hear the voice... ...because she has the power of divine hearing! That's the only explanation!
Lamiroir:
......
Klavier:
......
Judge:
...The witness is a Siren, Mr. Justice. Not a Saint.
Apollo:
Um, I said "hearing", Your Honor, not "healing". (Well that fell on deaf ears.)
Lamiroir:
I'm not sure I know what this "divine hearing" ability is...
Klavier:
Then perhaps we should hear it straight from the All-Powerful Voice himself. Care to explain how clairaudience has anything to do with this case?
Apollo:
Uh... Erm... Can we just move on now?
Judge:
Only if you can enlighten this court!
Apollo:
(Time to rethink this...!)
Leads back to:
"Lamiroir heard a "voice"..."
She was somewhere else.
Leads to:
"When we investigated the scene, the window was closed."
Apollo:
When we investigated the scene, the window was closed. The shooter had no reason to close it, had it been open, either. Meaning, it was impossible to hear the voice through that window.
Klavier:
Ah, it's good to hear you making sense again. For a moment, I was afraid you might be a Borginian, too.
Apollo:
...As I was saying, Lamiroir could not hear the voice through that window. So there can be only one explanation. She heard the voice from another location entirely!
Judge:
Wh-What's this...?
Klavier:
Ha ha ha, you do amuse me so. And here I thought you and good sense were back on speaking terms. Now, I'm afraid you and good sense speak two entirely different languages.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Shall I interpret for you, Herr Forehead? Lamiroir clearly stated she heard the voice through that small window! And there is only one "small window" at the scene!
Apollo:
...Are you sure?
Klavier:
!
Apollo:
Think about it... Isn't there another "small window" at the scene?
Trucy:
Th-There is!?
Judge:
Ah, I know that look. He wants us to ask him. Very well. You claim Lamiroir heard the voice from another location? Mr. Justice, show us where this location was!
Apollo:
Lamiroir heard the voice from... here!
Present air vent
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...This is where Lamiroir heard that voice from."
Present small window
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
There! That's a small window!
Klavier:
And this changes what?
Apollo:
(Not much, I know...) ...Erm, I couldn't find anything better, so...
Judge:
The court applauds your honesty. And weeps for your case, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(You're not the only one crying here...)
Trucy:
Apollo! Think it through again!
Apollo:
I know... I'm trying... (Lamiroir claims she heard the voice through a "small window". ...And if the small window we know about was closed... ...there's only one other thing she could have meant!)
Leads back to:
"Lamiroir heard the voice from... here!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...... Does this look like a small window to you, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
...The state of modern society can be read from numerous objects and artifacts. In a sense, anything can be a "window" on our society.
Judge:
I didn't ask you to point out a window on society. I want a window on the crime scene!
Apollo:
(No points for trying...? Lamiroir claims she heard the voice through a "small window". ...And if the small window we know about was closed... ...there's only one other thing she could have meant!)
Leads back to:
"Lamiroir heard the voice from... here!"
Apollo:
...This is where Lamiroir heard that voice from.
Judge:
B-But that's no "small window"! That's the air vent!
Apollo:
What did she tell us? She said she's a Borginian, unfamiliar with our language! It's not a stretch to imagine she called this "air vent" a "small window"!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Now you've done it. You've gone beyond ridiculous and into... ludicrous. So Lamiroir was up in the ventilation system listening to this man's voice?
Apollo:
That's the only logical explanation, yes.
Klavier:
"Logical"? I do not think this word means what you think it means, Herr Forehead!
Apollo:
OK, what about it isn't logical?
Klavier:
Hah! It hardly merits saying! Why would Lamiroir be in the ventilation system? Hiding like a rat! No offense intended to her, of course.
Apollo:
The explanation for that is simple, Prosecutor Gavin. Isn't it... Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
...!
Apollo:
You have been listening to our discussion here, yes?
Lamiroir:
...Yes. I admit, it's had me quite confused since yesterday. Yes, the small window was closed... ...but why should that mean I could not hear through it? I feared our prosecutor might himself need an interpreter...
Klavier:
Urk...
Apollo:
The problem here is words. Lamiroir, this "small window" through which you heard the voice... Was it up high, on the ceiling of the room? Not low on a wall?
Lamiroir:
...Yes, it was up on the ceiling.
Klavier:
Whaaaat!?
Judge:
Order! Order! I will have order!!!
Judge:
...Witness! You will clarify this statement to the court! Are you, in fact, saying that you were up above the ceiling of the room? And that's where you heard the moment of the crime?
Lamiroir:
Yes, in fact, I was. I am sorry. I never imagined it would become such an important point...
Apollo:
Yes, well... why the heck were you up there!?
Lamiroir:
......
Judge:
I believe it's time for another testimony.
Lamiroir:
I... I'm not sure I... I can't.
Judge:
May I remind you this is a murder trial? We will hear your testimony! Tell us why you "witnessed" the crime from above the ceiling of that room! ...Please.
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
(Well... Looks like I'm on the right track...)
Witness Testimony
-- Above the Ceiling --
Lamiroir:
Yes, I was above the ceiling when I heard the voice.
I had heard there was a, er, "small window" there before.
It was in the middle of my performance... I had no time to report what I had heard.
As to why I was there... I cannot say.
I am bound to secrecy on this matter.
Judge:
B-Bound to secrecy!?
Lamiroir:
In my line of work, one has many obligations to uphold.
Judge:
But you say you were in the middle of your performance! So this did happen during the second set!
Lamiroir:
...I did not witness the crime, you must understand. I only know what I heard.
Judge:
Yes, but you must tell us what you were doing, in detail!
Klavier:
That's what the cross-examination is for, ja, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Our mission in this court is to discern the truth. No obligation, no binding pact, may hinder that mission.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Mr. Justice, you may begin the cross-examination.
Trucy:
Wh-What are you going to do, Apollo!?
Apollo:
...I'm going to find out the truth. (...She was up above that ceiling for a reason. I just have to get it out of her.)
Cross Examination
-- Above the Ceiling --
Lamiroir:
Yes, I was above the ceiling when I heard the voice.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Above the ceiling... Could you be more specific?
Lamiroir:
I... cannot.
Apollo:
Because you're bound to secrecy?
Lamiroir:
Yes... To tell the truth, I was not supposed to even say I was above the ceiling. I dare not say more...
Apollo:
(Hmm. Doesn't sound like I'll be able to coax it out of her just by asking...)
Lamiroir:
I had heard there was a, er, "small window" there before.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
By "small window", you mean the air vent?
Lamiroir:
I only remembered I needed to be careful of where I put my hands and feet. I cannot see the light coming through the window, of course.
Judge:
The air vent grate could trip you up, certainly.
Lamiroir:
So, I was walking very carefully when I heard the gunshots. Startled, I crouched and listened. That is when I heard his voice come from the room.
Apollo:
(Daryan's voice...)
Lamiroir:
I knew something terrible had happened, yet...
Lamiroir:
It was in the middle of my performance... I had no time to report what I had heard.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, without a word, you just let the third set start?
Lamiroir:
After the curtain closed for the second set, there was still much to do...
Apollo:
You could have prevented this whole misunderstanding if you had only told us sooner!
Lamiroir:
...Yes, perhaps I could have.
Klavier:
I see little point in badgering the witness. What's done is done! The mind works differently when one is in the middle of a performance. Why, I've lost my voice in the middle of a show and kept on singing, completely unaware.
Apollo:
(Singing without a voice? ...If only all contradictions were so obvious. ...If only I could get Lamiroir to talk. Pressuring her like this doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere.)
Lamiroir:
As to why I was there... I cannot say.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You heard the gunshots during the second set, during your performance. ...You're quite sure?
Lamiroir:
Yes... Why would I lie about the time?
Judge:
Why didn't you tell us this yesterday!?
Lamiroir:
No one asked me. I thought you all knew...
Judge:
Hmrgh...
Lamiroir:
I told you Machi was not the killer. I told you this many times!
Apollo:
Yes, you did... ...But you never told us why.
Lamiroir:
...I am sorry. I... was not able to speak of it.
Apollo:
(Unable... or unwilling?)
Trucy:
She's not talking, Apollo. What do we do?
Apollo:
We'll just have to prove it ourselves. ...As long as she is bound by this pact of silence, she won't talk. But if I can prove why she was up there, she'll have to admit it.
Trucy:
But how are you going to do that!? She was singing on the stage, Apollo! She couldn't have been up above the ceiling, too!
Apollo:
Yes she could.
Trucy:
!
Apollo:
I've got a theory as to why, too... And maybe I've got the evidence to prove it!
Present Video Tape
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Lamiroir, truth be told, the reason for your presence above that ceiling is quite clear."
Lamiroir:
I am bound to secrecy on this matter.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Exactly who bound you to secrecy?
Lamiroir:
I'm... not sure I'm allowed to say who it was. ...No, I think perhaps that is alright. It is just a name, after all. It was Valant Gramarye... Perhaps you know him?
Klavier:
Valant Gramarye! What!?
Trucy:
You mean Uncle Valant!?
Judge:
What!? Valant Gramarye!? ...... Who's Valant Gramarye?
Lamiroir:
A grand magician... the one responsible for the illusion performed during our concert.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(Interesting reaction, Prosecutor Gavin...)
Apollo:
(Lamiroir was bound to secrecy... ...It's going to take some hard-hitting proof to make her talk! I think I know why she was up there... but how do I prove it?)
Apollo:
Lamiroir, truth be told, the reason for your presence above that ceiling is quite clear. Especially when you consider what happened during your performance.
Lamiroir:
What "happened"...?
Apollo:
Yes. It's all right here on this video.
It wraps itself around me,And now through the air I fly.
Woh... Woh...
Burning on in my heart. Fire.Burn my love away. All away.
Like a bullet of love. Fire.Take my life away. All away.
Guitar, Guitar...Up together to the sky.
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
As we can see, Lamiroir was clearly not on stage for her entire performance!
Judge:
Ah...
Apollo:
Though it saddens me to be so realistic... Lamiroir is incapable of actually vanishing, let alone teleportation. So, the only explanation is that she was hidden from view. And during that time, she moved to the back of the forum.
Trucy:
Apollo!
Apollo:
Wh-What, Trucy?
Trucy:
It's not nice to reveal a magician's secrets! And it's against the rules!
Apollo:
But I'm a lawyer! I'm not supposed to be nice!
Judge:
This... is all very fascinating. But how is it possible? There is only twenty seconds between when she disappears and reappears! She couldn't have moved that fast!
Klavier:
......
Judge:
Is... something wrong, Prosecutor Gavin?
Apollo:
...This was his concert, his show. He knows how the illusion was performed.
Judge:
Ah ha!
Apollo:
He's just realizing his own oversight. Let's look at the cross-section diagram again. Here, we can trace a route through the ceiling... It goes from the stage, through the backstage to the rear of the forum.
Judge:
Ah... Aaaaah!
Apollo:
Recall Lamiroir's testimony from yesterday...
Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit. There was something like a little window there... That's how I saw it.
Judge:
She went from the stage to the backstage exit... ...a perfect description of this route above the ceiling!
Apollo:
Lamiroir knew of this because of her part in the illusion. But she wasn't the only one who knew.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Just now in the lobby, Machi told me something:
Machi:
I know. I know if I opening vent...  ...I can leave stage and back... backstage.
Klavier:
He said that!?
Apollo:
Oh, were you not informed, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
............ I... I knew about the vanishing act, of course. Yet, I had no idea of the route that would be used. Why didn't that magician tell me!
Trucy:
Magicians only reveal details of their acts on a need-to-know basis. They're the bread and butter of a magician's life, you know.
Apollo:
(Which is why he bound Lamiroir to secrecy...) ...Well, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
...I am impressed, Mr. Attorney. Machi was right about you.
Judge:
So... what does this mean? Are you saying you used this route above the ceiling?
Lamiroir:
...I did.
Judge:
Well, that's that... but I'm still a little confused.
Apollo:
Why's that, Your Honor?
Judge:
As I said before... There was very little time between when she disappeared and when she reappeared. Twenty seconds, tops! How could she do it so fast? Especially if she stopped to hear the shooter's voice!
Apollo:
That... That's a good question.
Judge:
Can the witness explain this to the court?
Lamiroir:
I... cannot.
Judge:
...Very well. Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Yes?
Judge:
It's all up to you. Do your thing.
Apollo:
Um, what thing, Your Honor?
Judge:
You need to explain how Lamiroir was able to teleport like she did. Or I'm throwing your case out with the bathwater.
Apollo:
Ugh... (Why do I get picked on? It's Lamiroir who isn't going along with the program here!)
Lamiroir:
As I have stated before... I am not at liberty to speak of the illusion that night in detail.
Judge:
Then, you'll just have to tell us what you can. We'll hear your testimony on this. Mr. Justice, it will be your job to wring the truth out of her.
Lamiroir:
Yes, if you would, please.
Apollo:
...Right. (I feel like a student before finals...)
Trucy:
Good luck, Apollo!
Witness Testimony
-- The Big Illusion --
Lamiroir:
I followed the route exactly as I was instructed.
There is an emergency exit in the backstage, where a stagehand waited.
From there, one can enter the forum on the opposite side from the stage.
The plan was for me to move there in two minutes.
I was on my way, when I heard the voice.
Judge:
Hmm... Two minutes, you say? The mystery deepens!
Apollo:
(I suppose it was too much to hope that the judge would come up with something...)
Judge:
As does my curiosity! Take it away, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
...Right, Your Honor. (All I have to do is find the contradiction between what Lamiroir is saying... ...and what we can see plainly in the video.)
Trucy:
I figured it out already! I am a magician, after all.
Apollo:
Well, tell me!
Trucy:
Not a chance! I can't reveal another magician's secrets! C'mon!
Apollo:
(Hey! You're supposed to be on my side here!)
Cross Examination
-- The Big Illusion --
Lamiroir:
I followed the route exactly as I was instructed.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
How did you, er, proceed along this "route"?
Lamiroir:
How? Why, I walked.
Apollo:
But you arrived behind the forum much too fast to have been walking! Tell the truth Lamiroir... you rode some kind of vehicle!
Judge:
What!? A vehicle!? What vehicle?
Klavier:
Ah, what a novel idea. I like it.
Trucy:
Hey, that's not a bad guess! Wrong, but not bad!
Apollo:
(Hah hah, yes, laugh at the dumb attorney. I don't mind.)
Lamiroir:
Ah ha ha. I'm sorry, but the girl is right. That vent was much too small for vehicles.
Lamiroir:
It was a tight fit. Even I had to crouch as I walked. I cannot imagine a vehicle that would fit in such a small space.
Apollo:
(Argh! If it wasn't a vehicle what was it?)
Judge:
You had me going for a while there, Mr. Justice. Too bad! Ready for the next part?
Apollo:
(Why do I feel like I'm on some kind of quiz show?)
Lamiroir:
There is an emergency exit in the backstage, where a stagehand waited.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Did everyone on the concert staff know about the trick?
Lamiroir:
Not all. Only a few that were needed to help.
Trucy:
See? Like I said, it's on a need-to-know basis.
Apollo:
(So, not many people knew about the trick...)
Judge:
What were these stagehands required to do?
Lamiroir:
One needed to open the emergency exit. The door to the stairs is locked, but once through there...
Lamiroir:
From there, one can enter the forum on the opposite side from the stage.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So when you came back out, you were behind the audience.
Lamiroir:
Yes, that is how it worked.
Klavier:
Not a bad show, if I do say so myself.
Trucy:
That's Uncle Valant for you! The old Gramarye touch!
Judge:
But on the video, you were only gone for twenty seconds! How is that possible?
Apollo:
(That's the part I don't get either...)
Lamiroir:
Ah ha ha. Yes, it would be hard to go so far in only twenty seconds...
Lamiroir:
The plan was for me to move there in two minutes.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Two minutes...?
Lamiroir:
Yes. It can be done in one minute, if you are running.
Apollo:
Running? In that cramped, dark tunnel above the ceiling?
Lamiroir:
Ha ha, Mr. Attorney. Have you forgotten? Dark or lit, it makes no difference to me.
Apollo:
Ah, that's true, but...
Judge:
So, you're saying that on the night of the concert, you made the trip in two minutes?
Lamiroir:
Yes... though I nearly didn't make it in time. You see... I stopped halfway.
Apollo:
(Lamiroir disappears on the video for twenty seconds. But she says she made the trip in two minutes! How?)
Trucy:
If you want my professional opinion, I'll bet the answer's right there in that video.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Perhaps you have some evidence for us? Something that can explain the discrepancy between the video and her testimony?
Apollo:
Ack! (Evidence explaining the discrepancy...?)
Present evidence
Apollo:
There's one piece of evidence that explains the discrepancy between video and testimony!
Present Brooch
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Lamiroir... do you happen to remember this brooch?
Judge:
Ah ha! The brooch! We saw that yesterday, did we not?
Apollo:
It was found at the scene, Your Honor.
Klavier:
And you're bringing this up now... why? I thought we had already determined when that was dropped.
Apollo:
So did I... but we hadn't.
Klavier:
...!
Apollo:
Take another look at the video... Here, you can see she's wearing the brooch!
Judge:
Hmm... So she is.
Apollo:
Let's look a bit later.
Judge:
Wh-Whaaat? The brooch! It's gone!
Klavier:
Whaaat...!?
Apollo:
Yes... the brooch disappeared in the short space of twenty seconds. And it takes a full minute to run from the stage to the backstage... Which means there can be only one explanation. The Lamiroir we see before the vanishing act and the Lamiroir we see after... ...are two different people!
Judge:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Apollo:
The brooch was found on the floor at the crime scene. And not just on the floor... ...but on the floor directly beneath the air vent! Lamiroir, tell me... Did you drop the brooch on your way from the stage to the backstage? ...At the very moment you "witnessed" the crime?
Lamiroir:
...Yes, I think I did.
Judge:
Order! P-Prosecutor Gavin!
Klavier:
...From your expression, I gather you had no idea this was the case, Herr Judge. I, of course, knew about it.
Judge:
Wh-What?
Klavier:
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't hiding it. It just never occurred to me... ...that the switch and the shooting took place at the same time.
Apollo:
So... I was right? There was a switch?
Klavier:
There was. Just before the stage's tower rose, Lamiroir was "replaced".
Judge:
While we're on the subject, just who was this replacement Lamiroir...?
Klavier:
Why, the man behind the illusion. Valant Gramarye.
Apollo:
(It was Gramarye...!?) That's... quite the illusion. But I still don't get one thing...
Lamiroir:
Yes?
Apollo:
...The switch happened before the tower rose, correct? So you weren't on the stage!
Lamiroir:
That's right.
Apollo:
But this, er, fake Lamiroir is still singing! And she's pretty good!
Judge:
That's true!
Trucy:
C'mon, Apollo! That's an easy one. They were just playing a recording!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha... The Gavinners aren't some kind of air guitar band, Fräulein.
Trucy:
Oh? You mean, I'm wrong?
Klavier:
When we play a show live, we play live. No recordings. ...Perhaps you can explain, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
Very well...
Judge:
Yes, do tell! And add it to your testimony.
Changes statement from "I was on my way, when I heard the voice." to "I... had to keep singing, even while I moved."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
Ah ha! So this is it? The magical key to unlocking this illusion's dark secret!? Tell us how it works! Quickly! I can't bear the suspense!
Apollo:
(...I was kind of hoping someone else would jump in at this point.) W-Well, you see...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Herr Judge, I do hate to spoil the mood... ...but I haven't the faintest idea what he's talking about. And neither does he.
Trucy:
I'm a little confused, too, there, Apollo.
Apollo:
...Right! By which I conclude that... I was wrong.
Trucy:
Better luck next time, Polly-wog!
Judge:
...Mr. Justice. I'm holding you responsible for spoiling my mood!
Apollo:
(Was that a tear I just saw in the judge's eye? ...Alright, nothing to do but rethink this through. The key's in the video somewhere. I'm sure of it!)
Leads back to cross-examination
There's no evidence
Apollo:
(What kind of evidence could prove that...?) Um, what's your professional opinion about this one, Trucy?
Trucy:
Sorry. I don't work in evidence.
Apollo:
And I don't work in tricks! I'm an attorney, not a magician for crying out loud!
Trucy:
Really? I'm sure Daddy would have loved working on this.
Apollo:
Thanks, that makes me feel oh so much better.
Judge:
Well, I don't know about all of you, but I find this mystery fascinating! And I'm not letting this trial go any further until we get to the bottom of it! The defense will continue with the cross-examination until we have some answers!
Apollo:
(Easier said than done...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after changing fifth statement)
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
All made possible by the switching trick.
Lamiroir:
It was quite a surprise to me at first. To think, a man, posing as me!
Klavier:
An enchantment woven with music and magic... Perfection!
Lamiroir:
Yes, above all else, I was careful that the music did not stop.
Lamiroir:
I was on my way, when I heard the voice.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
And it was Daryan's voice you heard?
Lamiroir:
Yes, I am certain it was him.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
A matter best left for later, ja? Put that forehead of yours to work on this illusion first.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Hold on! I think the identity of the killer is a little more important, don't you?
Judge:
Importance shmortance! Objection overruled! Tell us about the illusion!
Trucy:
No use trying to avoid the problem at hand, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Trying to avoid the problem? This is a murder trial, the killer is the problem!)
Lamiroir:
I... had to keep singing, even while I moved.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"You were... singing...?"
Apollo:
(The contradiction between Lamiroir's testimony and the video... Unraveling an illusion can't be so different from solving a normal case... Right...?)
Trucy:
Sorry, Apollo. I'm not telling. Not even if you make those puppy dog faces.
Apollo:
(...Fine, fine.)
Apollo:
You were... singing...?
Lamiroir:
Yes. Mr. Gavin expressed a dislike for recordings... So I used this.
Apollo:
Wait... so you were singing the whole time? Even when you were crawling above the ceiling toward the backstage!?
Lamiroir:
Why should it matter where I sing, when everywhere I go is the same darkness?
Judge:
B-But if you were singing while you were walking...
Trucy:
That's right! Wouldn't the shooter and victim have heard? She was singing right over their heads, after all!
Apollo:
That... is right!
Klavier:
...Are you sure?
Apollo:
You'd have to be pretty hard of hearing to miss someone singing in the ceiling!
Klavier:
Once again we come back to the state of the scene of the crime.
Apollo:
What state...?
Trucy:
Ack... I know what he means! That old speaker, Apollo!
Apollo:
The speaker!?
Apollo:
That speaker was blaring at the time of the murder...
Ema:
Ah, that's for monitoring the stage from this room.
Trucy:
Monitoring?
Ema:
It pipes in a real-time feed from the stage microphones. Useful for knowing when your set is coming up.
Klavier:
...Satisfied? That dressing room was fitted with a large speaker playing a direct feed from the stage. ...At my request, actually.
Apollo:
So Lamiroir singing in the ceiling... ...sounded just like Lamiroir singing over the speaker.
Judge:
Ingenious! Her voice was hidden... by her voice!
Lamiroir:
Ah...
Apollo:
Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
I... have just remembered something.
Judge:
Do tell!
Lamiroir:
When I heard the noise... the gunshots, yes? It startled me, so I...
Apollo:
So you...?
Lamiroir:
I stopped singing.
Judge:
What...?
Lamiroir:
I forgot the words I was supposed to sing!!
Apollo:
(The song... stopped!?)
Lamiroir:
Thankfully, it was the very beginning of the second verse. So not many would notice.
Klavier:
Forehead! That mixing board I lent you! Where is it?
Apollo:
The mixing... huh?
Trucy:
That machine, Apollo! The one that breaks music into tracks!
Apollo:
Oh, this! I'd completely forgotten about it... Let's take a listen!
Sugar, Sugar...O that night, in your embrace.
When you stole away the keysmy heart held on to so tight.
Pleasure...But a fleeting melody
Apollo:
The song does stop there!
Judge:
It does? I must have missed it...
Apollo:
Look at the lyrics sheet, at the top of the second verse. See where it says "Pleasure, Pleasure..."? Now listen again!
When you stole away the keysmy heart held on to so tight.
Pleasure...But a fleeting melody
Judge:
...This is evidence indeed! I believe we are guilty of making a terrible mistake.
Apollo:
The crime didn't happen during the third set. It happened during the second, during Lamiroir's ballad.
Judge:
If that is true... ...then no one on stage during the second set could have been the shooter!
Apollo:
Which means that Daryan Crescend could have done it! He wasn't on stage for the second set!
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
...Fascinating.
Apollo:
!
Klavier:
I don't believe I've ever seen a trial turned around quite so thoroughly. ...Yet one problem remains.
Judge:
What's that, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead's theory does have a certain kind of logic to it. Yet it is entirely based upon Lamiroir's testimony.
Judge:
Yes? Is there a problem with that?
Klavier:
Well, it's quite simple, though it pains me to say it. What if she is lying to protect the defendant?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
But you have no proof...!
Klavier:
All I'm saying is that the truth is as yet unclear. ...Until we hear directly from the man himself.
Judge:
The man... you don't mean!?
Klavier:
...Yes. Though he is a friend, and band member, Daryan Crescend must take the stand. I see no other way.
Judge:
As... someone with a new perspective on the case?
Klavier:
...As a suspect, to be frank.
Apollo:
(...Finally! The rat's coming out of his hole! And I'm ready to catch him! Daryan Crescend, get ready for Justice!)
Judge:
This is as good a time as any to pause for a brief recess. The prosecution will summon the witness. Have him here and ready by the time we begin.
Klavier:
...I'm the last man who needs to be reminded of what his duties are.
Judge:
Very well, court is adjourned for a fifteen-minute recess!
To be continued.
July 10, 1:40 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Trucy:
Apollo! I can't believe it! It really happened during the second act? A-And right in the middle of Lamiroir's performance!?
Apollo:
Why she was in that air vent... ...and that "switch" and the flaming guitar. When you link it all together, that's what you end up with.
???:
...I knew you had what it took.
Trucy:
Ah... Daddy!
Apollo:
Mr. Wright! You... believed in me?
Phoenix:
Not really.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
I just thought that'd make a cooler entrance than, say, "hiya"!
Apollo:
...Why do I even bother hoping?
Trucy:
Where have you been lately, Daddy? You haven't been coming to the office at all!
Phoenix:
Ah, sorry about that, Trucy. I'm on a... secret mission.
Trucy:
Secret? You mean like, you're undercover?
Apollo:
Like Mr. LeTouse, only shorter and not as well dressed.
Trucy:
Oh no! What if you're shot, too, Daddy!?
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha! Would I do a thing like that to you? Anyway, I'm off for a while again.
Apollo:
Huh? You're leaving?
Phoenix:
Oh, one thing before I go.
Apollo:
What?
Phoenix:
............... Good luck.
Apollo:
...Right.
Phoenix:
......
Apollo:
...... Um... Is that all you came to say?
Phoenix:
...I think you have things pretty much under control. You'll get Machi Tobaye off the hook, no doubt.
Apollo:
Yeah, but...
Phoenix:
But you're after that detective, aren't you?
Apollo:
Daryan Crescend...
Phoenix:
It won't be easy proving he did it. Especially not under the current court system...
Apollo:
The current court system...?
Phoenix:
What did Prosecutor Gavin say during the trial? Your case is based on one fragile assumption. ...Namely, that our diva divine is telling the truth.
Trucy:
But what about all the proof? The brooch... and the switch!
Phoenix:
A piece of jewelry, and a lyrical blunder... There are plenty of other ways to explain these things. The flaming guitar, too. ...All because you lack definitive proof of their connection to the case.
Trucy:
But...!
Phoenix:
If the sultry songstress is lying... ...your case melts like butter in a frying pan. Leaving behind the faintly singed scent of failure.
Apollo:
So what do I do!?
Phoenix:
Like I said. Good luck. And be aware that it will be impossible to prove his guilt by conventional methods.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Phoenix:
Oh, that reminds me. I have something to give you from our detective friend.
Apollo:
Detective Skye... Ema!?
Phoenix:
Let's see. This bag of snacks here was meant for me... Ah, here it is.
Trucy:
What are those, Daddy? They don't look like very good snacking material.
Phoenix:
They were found at the scene. Analysis of the fragments revealed traces of gunpowder.
Trucy:
Gunpowder...!?
Phoenix:
Probably a firecracker or something similar, like the ones kids are into these days. These fragments were found under the sofa at the scene of the crime, actually.
Apollo:
Under the sofa...
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo! That's where we found that little device thingy!
Apollo:
Right... this. (Well, finally, some evidence that makes sense...)
Burnt Fragments added to the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Burnt Fragments
Fragments
Apollo:
So... you think this was some kind of firecracker?
Trucy:
Yeah, or one of those noisemakers, like you shoot off on New Years!
Apollo:
Did you know that in China, they use firecrackers on New Years to scare off evil? So, it's kind of same thing.
Trucy:
Really!? I had no idea! Well did you know this? It takes more than 500 peanuts to make one 12-ounce jar of peanut butter!
Apollo:
(At least my useless fact had something to do with the evidence...)
Phoenix:
That's all for me, I suppose. See you after the verdict. Maybe.
Apollo:
Right...
Phoenix:
Every man has an igniter inside him.
Apollo:
...Excuse me?
Phoenix:
Find Daryan Crescend's igniter... and set it off.
Apollo:
(And he walked out the door, just like... just like a magician. Normally.)
Trucy:
Uhh... What does he want us to do? No "conventional methods"? What does that mean?
Apollo:
I guess we just have to take his advice, and hope it makes sense when the time comes.
Trucy:
I guess...
Apollo:
(We're almost at the finish line. Hang in there, Trucy.)
July 10, 1:55 PM
District CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
...Court is now back in session. Prosecutor Gavin, where is Detective Crescend?
Klavier:
In the witness lounge, ready to be called at any time.
Judge:
Very well.
Klavier:
Might I add... I don't believe any of this. He... Daryan was the first detective I ever worked with. We stopped working together when he moved to Criminal Affairs, Division 3... But his guitar playing... it fires my imagination!
Apollo:
That's nice, but it has nothing to do with the matter at hand. ...Correct?
Klavier:
Oh, I know. ...Herr Forehead.
Judge:
Very well, call the final witness to the stand! ...Detective Daryan Crescend!
Klavier:
...Name and occupation, please.
Daryan:
Daryan Crescend. Detective, Criminal Affairs, Division 3. That's the International Affairs Division, for those of you who didn't know. ...And I'm a guitarist for the Gavinners. Maybe you've heard of us?
Judge:
Do you fully understand the circumstances under which you stand before us today?
Daryan:
Yeah, I understand, Your Honor. What I don't understand... is how you let this happen, "partner".
Klavier:
......
Daryan:
You gave me your word I wouldn't be standing here.
Klavier:
The situation's changed, Daryan... And don't call me "partner".
Daryan:
Feh. So much for old friends.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(I see what you're doing, Daryan. You're "pressing" the prosecution!) ...Your Honor, if we could begin the trial?
Judge:
Yes, it's high time we did. Let's hear your testimony. You may begin with your response to Lamiroir's testimony. If, in fact you have anything to say about it.
Daryan:
Oh I got plenty to say. Lying must be a national pastime in Borginia. ...And wherever you're from, Mr. "Justice". Hah!
Apollo:
...... (Conventional methods are out the window, huh... ...Here goes nothing!)
Witness Testimony
-- Daryan's Rebuttal --
Daryan:
The diva's lying, plain and simple. She's got nothing to back up her story.
In the first place, she never heard my voice!
She "forgot the words because she heard gunshots"? As if!
Didn't Detective Ema Skye hear those gunshots during the third set, anyway?
The shooting took place when I was on stage, man!
Judge:
Hmm... So you claim Lamiroir's testimony was a lie?
Daryan:
Hey, don't get me wrong, I dig what she's doing, trying to protect that kid. And she's got the court eating vague statements out of her hand just 'cause she's blind.
Klavier:
...You go too far, Daryan.
Daryan:
Look, all I'm saying is, you've got a reliable witness. Why not listen to the detective?
Judge:
Detective Skye...? Hmm... I see. Mr. Justice, you may begin the cross-examination.
Apollo:
(He didn't waste any time finding our weak spot... I can't do this with Lamiroir's testimony alone. I'll have to find some other way to prove when the shooting took place!)
Cross Examination
-- Daryan's Rebuttal --
Daryan:
The diva's lying, plain and simple. She's got nothing to back up her story.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You don't have any proof she was lying!
Daryan:
Oh yeah, kid? You saying I lied?
Apollo:
No! I'm just saying, uh...
Trucy:
Apollo! Glare back at him!
Apollo:
(I couldn't help it! I flinched by reflex!) Detective Crescend!
Daryan:
Yeah? What do you want?
Apollo:
Um, n-nothing.
Trucy:
Apollo! Chin up! Back straight! You're wilting!
Apollo:
(This guy's hard as nails! He makes Wocky look downright cooperative.)
Daryan:
Look, there's no way the diva remembers my voice.
Daryan:
In the first place, she never heard my voice!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You never talked to her, even though you were playing in the same concert?
Daryan:
Not a word, as far as I can recall.
Apollo:
But, weren't there planning sessions or something?
Daryan:
Gavin took care of all that himself.
Klavier:
...Daryan wasn't involved in any of the meetings with her.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Daryan:
As if you can just go around remembering everyone's voice like that anyway. Only an idiot would believe that!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir's hearing is very sensitive... She could remember him if she heard him, I'm sure of it... I just can't prove it. And I need proof!)
Daryan:
She "forgot the words because she heard gunshots"? As if!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
We know she missed the words. The mixing board proved it!
Daryan:
Oh, yeah, there was a mistake. But blaming it on gunshots is just a lame excuse.
Apollo:
What do you mean...?
Daryan:
The mixing board proves what? It proves there was a mistake in the song. A missed cue. So? She just flubbed it up, big time. That's all. She spins this story about a gunshot to protect the kid... and cover for her own goof. Man, I'd have to hand it to her... if she wasn't sticking it to me at the same time.
Klavier:
...Daryan, watch what you say. Lamiroir is an artist. She "just flubbed it up"? That's no small accusation for a performer of her caliber.
Daryan:
Heh. She got to you, alright. I can see it in your eyes. I tell you, most of her stuff is so pretentious, it's way over my head.
Apollo:
(I'm detecting a rift in the Gavinners's ranks.)
Daryan:
Anyway, she's too close to the defendant. Her testimony can't be trusted. You ask me, I'd go with Detective Skye's story at the drop of a pick.
Daryan:
Didn't Detective Ema Skye hear those gunshots during the third set, anyway?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Actually... I was there, too.
Daryan:
So I hear. Which means you heard them, too, right? The gunshots.
Apollo:
Yes. We heard "gunshots". Neither I nor Ema actually saw the shooting, mind you.
Daryan:
...... Heh. I guess you and Lamiroir got the same excuse then.
Klavier:
We know one thing for certain here. There were gunshot-like sounds that emanated from that room during the third set. What we must determine is whether those sounds were actually gunshots.
Trucy:
Machi heard them, too! Remember he said he ran for the air duct when he heard them?
Apollo:
(So... how do we figure out just what those "gunshots" during the third set were?)
Present Igniter or Burnt Fragments
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Some things were found at the crime scene after yesterday's trial.
Judge:
What things?
Apollo:
The first was this small device...
Klavier:
...That's the remote-triggered igniter.
Apollo:
Correct. And... one more thing.
Judge:
What are those? The remains of something burnt? Not another guitar, I hope!?
Klavier:
Traces of gunpowder were found on these fragments. We have a report that it was something like a firecracker.
Apollo:
Eh... (How did Gavin know about this...?)
Klavier:
What? You think Detective Skye works for you? I received the report this morning, before coming here. That's when I made my decision, actually.
Judge:
What decision is this, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
I registered Daryan as a witness in today's trial. ...Just in case.
Daryan:
......
Apollo:
This raises another possibility. Those gunshot-like sounds during the third set... ...could have been two firecrackers rigged to go off by remote control!
Daryan:
Ha ha! You got an active imagination, don't you? But you shouldn't say every little thing you think. Your explanation there seems a bit too convenient to me.
Apollo:
How so?
Daryan:
So, you're saying these firecrackers just happened to go off... ...right when two witnesses came walking by? Hah!
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
That's right! Daryan was out on stage when it happened, Apollo! How would he know someone was backstage right then!?
Daryan:
If a firecracker goes off in the forest, and there's no one there to hear... You get my drift! Why go through the trouble, man!?
Apollo:
Urk...! (How do I explain this...?)
Klavier:
...He may not look it, but Daryan is a gifted detective. Show any weakness, and he's sure to find it.
Daryan:
"He may not look it", partner? Gee, thanks, man.
Klavier:
...That reminds me. I happened to pass through that very hallway several times that day myself. And I saw something odd there just before the third set.
Apollo:
Something... odd?
Klavier:
A headset. The kind all of the band and staff members were wearing.
Apollo:
...! (That's right! We picked this up in front of the door to that dressing room!)
Klavier:
What if that headset wasn't dropped, but placed? And what if it was turned on?
Apollo:
You could hear what was going on in that hallway! Even if you were out on stage!
Daryan:
Feh... Whose side are you on, Gavin?
Klavier:
Listen to me, Daryan. There are no sides in a court of law.
Daryan:
......
Klavier:
Which is why I now turn to you, Herr Forehead. I've a question for you.
Apollo:
Huh? For me...?
Klavier:
The igniter and the burnt fragments that were found at the scene of the crime... It's certainly a possibility that they were part of a ruse to fake the sound of gunshots. Throw the headset from the hallway into the mix, and you could fabricate an alibi. But we're still no closer to proving anything. Those gunshots might have been real, or fake. We can't say.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Klavier:
You've raised the possibility that the shots heard during the third set were faked. Now you need to prove the other half of the case.
Apollo:
The other half...?
Daryan:
Look, I'll just tell him.
Apollo:
!
Daryan:
He wants you to prove the thing went down in the second act... ...while our little piano player was on stage. That right, Gavin?
Klavier:
Indeed. If you can't prove that... ...then to continue this cross-examination would be pointless.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Justice? Can you prove the crime took place during the second set?
Apollo:
Uh... Yeah, I think...
Trucy:
You'd better know, Apollo! Otherwise we're through...
Apollo:
It can be proven!
Klavier:
...You make it sound like someone else is going to come along and do it for you.
Judge:
Let's continue with the cross-examination then, shall we? Witness, your testimony, if you would.
Apollo:
(This isn't going to be easy. I need some decisive proof, and fast...)
Daryan:
Heh... You ready, kid? 'Cause I am.
Changes statement from "Didn't Detective Ema Skye hear those gunshots during the third set, anyway?" and "The shooting took place when I was on stage, man!" to "The shooting took place during the second set? If you're so sure, let's see your proof."
Daryan:
The shooting took place when I was on stage, man!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
That could have been what the shooter wanted us to think!
Daryan:
I'll tell you what the shooter, that kid, wants you to think. He wants you to think the diva heard me in that room.
Apollo:
(Ack! I'm back to relying on Lamiroir's testimony!)
Klavier:
As much as I'm enjoying the Daryan & Forehead show, there is no need for such tempers.
Apollo:
Don't make us into some comedy duo.
Daryan:
This mean the Gavin & Daryan show's cancelled?
Klavier:
Neither of your claims can be proven... or disproved. We could argue for days like this and get nowhere.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin is quite right. This court will hear no further discussion on this topic without new facts.
Apollo:
(New facts, huh...?)
Present Mixing Board
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Remember this, Detective Crescend?
Daryan:
...The mixing board? What about it!?
Apollo:
...It seems there was clear proof left behind. ...Right here in Lamiroir's song.
Daryan:
Her song...!?
Judge:
What exactly is this, erm, device thingy? A new variety of gramophone, perhaps?
Apollo:
(C'mon, we just used this! And don't get me started on "gramophone"!) This device was used to record the performance part by part.
Judge:
Part...?
Klavier:
You move the sliders to adjust the volume. Each instrument is adjustable separately. Lamiroir's voice included.
Judge:
Ho hoh! ...But what does this prove?
Apollo:
According to Lamiroir's testimony... At the moment of the shooting, she forgot the words to the song.
Klavier:
Ah... You intend to examine the recording at that moment, ja? We might even hear those gunshots!
Apollo:
...Exactly.
Daryan:
Hah! Ridiculous. How are you supposed to hear gunshots back in that dressing room out on stage?
Klavier:
Have you forgotten, Daryan? We were all wearing these headsets.
Daryan:
Oh...
Klavier:
We were all deeply involved in our performance... ...but Lamiroir's headset would've picked up what she heard all the same.
Judge:
Then let's get to analyzing that recording! ...Right now!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir stopped singing when she heard the shots fired... Find that spot, and I'll find the gunshots!)
Present Track 1
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Your Honor! Listen closely to this part!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Your Honor! Listen to this part!
Judge:
Wh-What's this!? ...... I hear nothing! How is this possible!?
Apollo:
(Wait, isn't the judge hard of hearing?)
Judge:
I can hear just fine, thank you very much!
Apollo:
(Ack! He heard me thinking!)
Judge:
I saw what you were thinking on your face.
Klavier:
Herr Judge's hearing aside, I, too, heard nothing. ...Leading me to believe there is nothing there to be heard.
Apollo:
(Ugh... I guess that's the wrong spot.)
Judge:
A penalty, on behalf of all who are hearing-impaired, you insensitive braggart! Enjoy!
Apollo:
Ugh...
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Once more, if you would!
Leads back to:
"Lamiroir stopped singing when she heard the shots fired...)"
Apollo:
Your Honor! Listen closely to this part! This is the track with Lamiroir's vocals!
When you stole away the keysmy heart held on to so tight.
Pleasure...
Judge:
...I did hear something faintly there, yes! Why... it sounded like a gunshot!
Daryan:
Wh-What!? This has to be some kind of mistake!
Klavier:
Or... the sound was coming over the headset along with her voice.
Daryan:
Gavin... You're crazy, man, crazy! An upstanding prosecutor like you even listening to this weak evidence!? Man, you can barely hear that! How do you know it's a gun?
Klavier:
Perhaps it is you who are hard of hearing, Daryan. It sounds like a gunshot to me.
Apollo:
Admit it! You lost, Detective Crescend!
Daryan:
OK, so what about the gunshots Detective Skye heard? You heard 'em, too, didn't you? Don't even think about telling me you were "mistaken"!
Judge:
Were you thinking of telling him that, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
No, Your Honor. Detective Skye and I clearly heard what sounded like gunshots. But... they weren't!
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Apollo:
And I have evidence that proves it!
Daryan:
......
Klavier:
Then I think you'd best show it to the court. Let's see this evidence!
Judge:
If you would, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
The evidence showing what we really heard... is this!
Present Igniter or Burnt Fragments
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Some things were found at the crime scene after yesterday's trial."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
This is your "gunshot"!
Judge:
...That's your answer?
Klavier:
And I had such high hopes for you, Herr Forehead...
Judge:
I'm having trouble understanding how that piece of evidence is a gunshot... Next you'll be throwing pie plates in the air and calling them UFOs!
Apollo:
(Even I wouldn't stoop quite that low...) S-Sorry, Your Honor. One more time, please?
Klavier:
Why not. And... get it right this time, hmm?
Leads back to:
"If you would, Mr. Justice!"
Apollo:
Some things were found at the crime scene after yesterday's trial.
Judge:
What things?
Apollo:
The first was this small device...
Klavier:
...That's the remote-triggered igniter.
Apollo:
Correct. And... one more thing.
Judge:
What are those? The remains of something burnt? Not another guitar, I hope!?
Klavier:
Traces of gunpowder were found on these fragments. We have a report that it was something like a firecracker.
Apollo:
Eh... (How did Gavin know about this...?)
Klavier:
What? You think Detective Skye works for you? I received the report this morning, before coming here. That's when I made my decision, actually.
Judge:
What decision is this, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
I registered Daryan as a witness in today's trial. ...Just in case.
Daryan:
......
Apollo:
This raises another possibility. Those gunshot-like sounds during the third set... ...could have been two firecrackers rigged to go off by remote control!
Daryan:
Ha ha! You got an active imagination, don't you? But you shouldn't say every little thing you think. Your explanation there seems a bit too convenient to me.
Apollo:
How so?
Daryan:
So, you're saying these firecrackers just happened to go off... ...right when two witnesses came walking by? Hah!
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
That's right! Daryan was out on stage when it happened, Apollo! How would he know someone was backstage right then!?
Daryan:
If a firecracker goes off in the forest, and there's no one there to hear... You get my drift! Why go through the trouble, man!?
Apollo:
Urk...! (How do I explain this...?)
Klavier:
...He may not look it, but Daryan is a gifted detective. Show any weakness, and he's sure to find it.
Daryan:
"He may not look it", partner? Gee, thanks, man.
Klavier:
...That reminds me. I happened to pass through that very hallway several times that day myself. And I saw something odd there just before the third set.
Apollo:
Something... odd?
Klavier:
A headset. The kind all of the band and staff members were wearing.
Apollo:
...! (That's right! We picked this up in front of the door to that dressing room!)
Klavier:
What if that headset wasn't dropped, but placed? And what if it was turned on?
Apollo:
You could hear what was going on in that hallway! Even if you were out on stage!
Daryan:
Feh... Whose side are you on, Gavin?
Klavier:
Listen to me, Daryan. There are no sides in a court of law.
Daryan:
......
Klavier:
In any case...
Leads to:
"I believe a case has been made."
Daryan:
The shooting took place during the second set? If you're so sure, let's see your proof.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But the "gunshots" heard during the third set could have been...
Daryan:
What? Some kind of set up? I've heard that one before.
Apollo:
Uh...
Trucy:
We need proof, Apollo! We need to prove that the shooting took place during the second set!
Apollo:
Well, if you know how to do that, I'm all ears.
Trucy:
Maybe the gunshots are the key after all!
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Trucy:
Well, Lamiroir said she heard them, right? Right in the middle of her illusion, when she was up above the ceiling.
Apollo:
...When she forgot the words to the song, yeah.
Trucy:
If you can prove the gun was shot right when she missed those lyrics... ...we're home free, I'd think.
Apollo:
True... Not easy, but true... (Is there some way to prove that...?)
Trucy:
Let's take a look through our evidence! Maybe there's something in there...
Daryan:
...Hey, aren't you supposed to be cross-examining me?
Judge:
Try to refrain from private discussions during cross-examination, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Er, right, Your Honor! Sorry! (Just let me take a quick look through the Court Record...)
Present Mixing Board
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
...It seems there was clear proof left behind. ...Right here in Lamiroir's song.
Daryan:
Her song...!?
Judge:
What exactly is this, erm, device thingy? A new variety of gramophone, perhaps?
Apollo:
(C'mon, we just used this! And don't get me started on "gramophone"!) This device was used to record the performance part by part.
Judge:
Part...?
Klavier:
You move the sliders to adjust the volume. Each instrument is adjustable separately. Lamiroir's voice included.
Judge:
Ho hoh! ...But what does this prove?
Apollo:
According to Lamiroir's testimony... At the moment of the shooting, she forgot the words to the song.
Klavier:
Ah... You intend to examine the recording at that moment, ja? We might even hear those gunshots!
Apollo:
...Exactly.
Daryan:
Hah! Ridiculous. How are you supposed to hear gunshots back in that dressing room out on stage?
Klavier:
Have you forgotten, Daryan? We were all wearing these headsets.
Daryan:
Oh...
Klavier:
We were all deeply involved in our performance... ...but Lamiroir's headset would've picked up what she heard all the same.
Judge:
Then let's get to analyzing that recording! ...Right now!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir stopped singing when she heard the shots fired... Find that spot, and I'll find the gunshots!)
Present Track 1
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Your Honor! Listen closely to this part!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Your Honor! Listen to this part!
Judge:
Wh-What's this!? ...... I hear nothing! How is this possible!?
Apollo:
(Wait, isn't the judge hard of hearing?)
Judge:
I can hear just fine, thank you very much!
Apollo:
(Ack! He heard me thinking!)
Judge:
I saw what you were thinking on your face.
Klavier:
Herr Judge's hearing aside, I, too, heard nothing. ...Leading me to believe there is nothing there to be heard.
Apollo:
(Ugh... I guess that's the wrong spot.)
Judge:
A penalty, on behalf of all who are hearing-impaired, you insensitive braggart! Enjoy!
Apollo:
Ugh...
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Once more, if you would!
Leads back to:
"Lamiroir stopped singing when she heard the shots fired..."
Apollo:
Your Honor! Listen closely to this part! This is the track with Lamiroir's vocals!
When you stole away the keysmy heart held on to so tight.
Pleasure...
Judge:
...I did hear something faintly there, yes! Why... it sounded like a gunshot!
Daryan:
Wh-What!? This has to be some kind of mistake!
Leads to:
"I believe a case has been made."
Trucy:
He's pretty eager to paint Lamiroir as a liar, isn't he?
Apollo:
Yeah, because her testimony is basically our entire case.
Trucy:
Hmm... This is tough. So, what do we do?
Apollo:
...I've got a few ideas. (I just need to find another way to prove it didn't happen when he says it did!)
Klavier:
I believe a case has been made. Gunshots were heard during the second set. Which means Lamiroir's testimony... was true.
Daryan:
...Grah!
Judge:
Order! So... she was telling the truth about what she heard?
Lamiroir:
It was the other man speaking, not Mr. LeTouse.
Judge:
Well, what did he say!?
Lamiroir:
"It's over. Press the switch! Now!"
Apollo:
Just after that, there was a gunshot... and then the guitar caught on fire.
Klavier:
Detective Crescend... You weren't on stage during the second set. You could have done it.
Judge:
Hmm... But why did we only hear one gunshot on the recording? Weren't two bullets fired from this weapon?
Apollo:
Lamiroir was moving through the air vent, Your Honor. She must not have been close enough for her mic to catch the first shot. But then, as she passed over the dressing room... ...the gun fired again, and Mr. LeTouse's life was taken. Well, Detective Crescend?
Daryan:
......
Klavier:
Ah, once again I am reminded of something.
Apollo:
...?
Klavier:
Our performance that day...
Judge:
Your performance?
Klavier:
Seeing the mixing board jogged my memory. You were there, too, Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
What is it with today!? Problem after problem! Achtung! My hog won't start. My guitar case is busted... ...my guitar's been burnt to a crisp, and to top it all off, someone's dead! ...And then there was that performance just now. What was that all about!?
Apollo:
This part is off.
Klavier:
Which is that? Hmm... 2nd Guitar.
Daryan:
Ah.
Klavier:
It was you Daryan!
Klavier:
...I thought it strange at the time. How could you miss such a simple cue? I know you, I know how you play. You're better than that.
Daryan:
Yeah, well, I...
Judge:
You what? And Prosecutor Gavin, what are you getting at?
Klavier:
I'm talking about the murder weapon. Mr. LeTouse's 45-caliber hand cannon. As we have learned, even the shooter doesn't go unscarred with a revolver that size. The kickback is enough to dislocate your shoulder, if you're an amateur.
Apollo:
Wait...! You mean his playing was affected because he hurt himself shooting that revolver?
Daryan:
Hah! You're forgetting something.
Judge:
Yes, Detective Crescend...?
Daryan:
I am a trained police officer, you know. I've had firearms training. Plenty of it. I'm no amateur.
Klavier:
The standard sidearm issued to police officers is a 38-caliber weapon. A much tamer beast. Also, the murder weapon belonged to the victim, Mr. LeTouse. ...Which suggests there was a struggle between killer and victim.
Judge:
So... the killer might not have been holding the revolver correctly when he fired! Is that what you mean!?
Klavier:
...The thought had occurred to me, yes.
Judge:
Well, does the witness have anything to say to this?
Daryan:
......
Judge:
Detective Crescend!!!
Daryan:
What I want to ask is what Mr. Sleeves-rolled-up-ready-for-action has to say. Hey, you. Attorney.
Apollo:
Me?
Daryan:
Exactly which piece of your evidence is decisive, again? You got a little noise on a tape that could be anything. And you have an alleged guitar cue miss due to a 45-caliber kickback. I weep for this case, Gavin, I really do.
Klavier:
......
Daryan:
You can line up your little weak pieces of evidence all you want. I didn't shoot that manager. And that's the obvious truth.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has a point. The defense's arguments, while persuasive, are not decisive. I believe we should hear what the witness has to say in response to the case so far. ...Your testimony, please, Detective Crescend. Tell us your reasons why you couldn't have done it!
Witness Testimony
-- Proof of Innocence --
Daryan:
C'mon! Why would I even want to kill that manager?
You want a reason? Easy. I got no motive, man!
This was that diva's first trip to this country, right?
How could I possibly know her manager?
If I didn't know him, why would I want to kill him!?
Judge:
Hmm. A simple reason, indeed. Prosecutor Gavin. Is it the case that Mr. LeTouse had not been to our country before?
Klavier:
According to our records... Yes. Not even once.
Judge:
I see... Very well! Mr. Justice, you may begin the cross-examination.
Apollo:
(Great, now I need to find a motive...)
Cross Examination
-- Proof of Innocence --
Daryan:
C'mon! Why would I even want to kill that manager?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Her manager, sure, but Mr. LeTouse was...
Daryan:
Oh, right. Sorry. An Interpol agent, wasn't he? I just have trouble picturing that big lunk as an undercover cop, you dig? And not a very good one, seeing as how he got wasted. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(That's cold, dawg!)
Daryan:
...Not that it matters, either way. See, I had no reason to kill the man, whatever he was.
Daryan:
You want a reason? Easy. I got no motive, man!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But that's the same for Machi! No motive was proven for him!
Daryan:
C'mon, he traveled around the world with that old fart! He had plenty of time to come up with a motive of his own.
Apollo:
(Ugh...)
Daryan:
More than I sure did. I mean, think about it!
Present Replica
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Honor... Take a look at this."
Daryan:
This was that diva's first trip to this country, right?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Daryan, you're a detective with International Affairs?
Daryan:
Yeah? What of it?
Apollo:
Even if this was Mr. LeTouse's first trip to this country... ...you still could have met him prior to the concert!
Daryan:
Huh...?
Apollo:
Or don't you take any international trips in International Affairs...?
Judge:
That's right! Well, Detective Crescend?
Daryan:
Heh heh heh. That's your game, is it? Guess I'd better confess, then.
Judge:
"Confess"...!?
Daryan:
Yeah. It's a bit of an embarrassment... but I've never been sent overseas.
Apollo:
What!? But you're in International...
Daryan:
See, me and planes got a difference of opinion. We don't like each other much.
Klavier:
My condolences, Herr Forehead, but he's telling the truth. He's never set foot outside the country. I can guarantee it.
Daryan:
As it turns out, my division has plenty of work to do locally as well.
Apollo:
(That's... so unfair.)
Daryan:
How could I possibly know her manager?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So you didn't fraternize with him at all during the concert?
Daryan:
Fraternize? Hah! I don't think we exchanged a single word. As if anyone would want to talk to that old Eastern "Bloc"-head. Now the ladies, that's a different matter altogether. So, you see...
Present Replica
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Honor... Take a look at this."
Daryan:
If I didn't know him, why would I want to kill him!?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
...You sure about that?
Daryan:
What? What!? Wipe that look off your face before I do it for you. Listen! You try throwing out one of your wild accusations... ...I'll throw it back at you so hard you'll forget who you're accusing of what.
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, perhaps it's best if you let your evidence do the talking, ja?
Daryan:
Ah ha ha ha! Man, what evidence? That's what I want to know!
Present Replica
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Your Honor... Take a look at this."
Apollo:
(So, he's using this motive question as ammunition, huh? Well, I've got ammunition too... Evidence!)
Apollo:
Your Honor... Take a look at this.
Judge:
What's that? Hmm... Looks like candy.
Apollo:
Er, it's not. Don't lick it, please. Detective Crescend. ...Ever seen this?
Daryan:
...Looks like a piece of candy.
Apollo:
What it is... is evidence. Don't lick it before you try it.
Daryan:
......
Apollo:
Specifically, this is a replica of a cocoon... ...It was found among the victim's belongings.
Judge:
A cocoon? Never seen one that color.
Klavier:
It is a variety only found in the Republic of Borginia. Nowhere else.
Judge:
Alright... But what is this cocoon replica doing in my courtroom? Surely, this has nothing to do with a motive for killing Mr. LeTouse! ...Does it?
Apollo:
It does! ...Wait! I mean, I think it does.
Daryan:
...You don't sound so confident, man.
Judge:
A cocoon... Is it one of those silky cocoons? The kind that you can make, well, silk out of?
Apollo:
...Not this one. This cocoon makes a powerful "curative".
Judge:
A curative? For what...?
Klavier:
Apparently, it is most efficacious at treating a disease thought incurable. It is the only medicine of its kind. ...However, it is illegal to take one of these healing cocoons out of Borginia.
Judge:
Whatever for? If it's such a miracle cure, why not share it with the world?
Trucy:
Yeah, that's what I've been wondering!
Klavier:
We looked into the matter at some length. Apparently, it isn't difficult at all to manufacture the remedy from the cocoon. Yet, if you change the process only slightly... ...you can easily make a large quantity of something else entirely. ...A deadly poison, in fact.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Klavier:
There was an incident, several years ago, where some of these got out onto the black market. It caused quite the commotion in the global community. Though the media was kept largely unaware.
Judge:
Hmm... Intriguing!
Klavier:
All this has led to a strict ban on the cocoons' export. One rigidly enforced... by Interpol, among others.
Judge:
Interpol...
Apollo:
Right! The victim, Romein LeTouse, was an Interpol agent. Detective Crescend! You insist on referring to him as a "manager"... But that is misleading! Romein LeTouse wasn't killed as a manager! He was killed as an undercover agent!
Daryan:
...... So I was trying to smuggle this gumball into the country? That what you're trying to say?
Apollo:
I'm saying that could well be a motive for murder.
Daryan:
Oh, so I was going to sell it on the black market, make myself a pretty penny? ...Ridiculous. I mean, totally unthinkable.
Apollo:
"Unthinkable", you say? Why?
Judge:
Perhaps it's time for another testimony... ...about this "smuggling of cocoons" business!
Witness Testimony
-- Cocoon Smuggling --
Daryan:
International Affairs got a memo about these cocoons.
Interpol's all hot and bothered about 'em.
Can't sell 'em on the black market. Too dangerous.
Yeah, cocoon smuggling ain't exactly lucrative anymore.
Man, I'm in International Affairs! I know the deal!
Judge:
Indeed... Interpol wanted these cocoons bad enough to send Mr. LeTouse undercover.
Daryan:
You kids think up the craziest things... But no way am I going to risk life and limb... ...just to get my hands on some dirty cocoon money!
Judge:
Not the most noble of statements, but duly noted.
Klavier:
According to reports, these cocoons top Interpol's list. Selling them to an underground organization would be risky.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, you may begin the cross-examination.
Apollo:
(This is the only motive I've got... He was up to something, and I'm going to find out what!)
Cross Examination
-- Cocoon Smuggling --
Daryan:
International Affairs got a memo about these cocoons.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
That memo! That's how you knew about the cocoons!
Daryan:
Oh, nice one, nice one! I'm runnin' scared now!
Apollo:
You had to know about the cocoons to plan this.
Judge:
Just how well known are these cocoons? I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I'd never heard of them.
Apollo:
Well, Lamiroir knew about them, though not their use.
Klavier:
My reports indicate that there are ongoing efforts to control information about the cocoons. Most people only know they're illegal to export, that's all.
Judge:
Then... I've nothing to be embarrassed about after all!
Daryan:
You could say people like me who know about them are a minority, yeah. But that includes everyone in International Affairs, man! And everyone in Interpol, too, for that matter. Yeah...
Daryan:
Interpol's all hot and bothered about 'em.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So there are other Interpol agents like Mr. LeTouse?
Daryan:
All over the world, likely. Deep undercover, most of 'em. That's why these cocoons are too hot for the black market. You don't want Interpol sniffing through your wares. Most came to the conclusion that...
Daryan:
Can't sell 'em on the black market. Too dangerous.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Dangerous...?
Daryan:
Yeah, Interpol finds you, they arrest you on the spot. Or another marketeer might think you're part of a sting and take you out himself. Times have changed...
Present Newspaper Article
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
...Why not choose a less dangerous buyer then? I would.
Daryan:
How clueless are you? Everyone in the market's dangerous! The second they found out I was a cop, I could kiss my keester goodbye.
Apollo:
Why sell to a black market buyer? How about someone... like this!?
Judge:
That article... That's about the Chief Justice's...
Apollo:
A deadly poison can be extracted from the cocoon. But so can a cure! And not a cure for just any disease... ...A cure for Incuritis!
Judge:
I-Incuritis! ...I've heard of that somewhere!
Apollo:
(You went to visit a victim of the disease this morning!)
Judge:
Aha! Why, that's the disease the Chief Justice's son has! You aren't saying...!
Apollo:
Our witness is a detective. He would have contact with the Chief Justice!
Judge:
You are saying! The Chief Justice would never deal in contraband!
Apollo:
...Not even to save his own son's life?
Judge:
...! But, even if the deal went through... Why it'd be an international scandal!
Apollo:
That's Detective Crescend's insurance! If word ever got out, the one with his neck on the line... ...would be the Chief Justice!
Daryan:
......
Judge:
Detective Crescend! Is this true!?
Daryan:
First I'm a murderer, now I'm a smuggler...? How many crimes are you trying to pin on me, anyway?
Judge:
Distasteful as it is to think about, if the Chief Justice were the buyer... ...why, a seller couldn't hope for a better deal. A very cowardly seller!
Daryan:
Don't let Sleeves over there trick you. So I made a deal with the Chief Justice? Where's your proof!?
Apollo:
W-Well...
Daryan:
Oh yeah, and you're forgetting one other important thing.
Apollo:
...Do tell.
Daryan:
Interpol isn't the only ones out there watching this. Borginian Customs barely sleeps, they're so worried about cocoons getting out.
Judge:
Hmm... So we were informed. Let's continue with the cross-examination.
Changes statement from "Can't sell 'em on the black market. Too dangerous." to "Borginian Customs is very thorough. Everything and everyone gets checked."
Changes statement from "Yeah, cocoon smuggling ain't exactly lucrative anymore." to "Cocoon possession will get you arrested on the spot, and then sentenced to death."
Changes statement from "Man, I'm in International Affairs! I know the deal!" to "Hey, man, if there's a way to get cocoons out of there, I'd sure like to know."
Daryan:
Borginian Customs is very thorough. Everything and everyone gets checked.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Just how strict is this Customs' check?
Daryan:
Way strict. They keep planes on the ground for hours.
Klavier:
I do recall it being a bit extreme. They were even confiscating gumdrops and marshmallows.
Judge:
Yes... it would be hard to distinguish them.
Apollo:
(That's right. Gavin was in Borginia, wasn't he.)
Klavier:
I remember setting off the metal detectors several times. I had to practically strip naked to walk through.
Apollo:
(Here's a travel tip for you, Gavin: leave the bling at home, you glimmerous fop.)
Present Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Actually, there is one way."
Daryan:
Yeah, cocoon smuggling ain't exactly lucrative anymore.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But, wouldn't scarcity drive up prices?
Daryan:
Yeah, and attention. Every gangster and his brother would want a piece of that action! They'd turn your forehead into swiss cheese before you could say, "Objection!"
Klavier:
Maybe we could get them to cut his hair, too.
Trucy:
Who's on trial here again?
Daryan:
Man, you so obviously know nothing about the market!
Apollo:
(...And that's a bad thing?)
Daryan:
Don't even try to mess with me about this stuff...
Present Newspaper Article
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
...Why not choose a less dangerous buyer then? I would.
Daryan:
How clueless are you? Everyone in the market's dangerous! The second they found out I was a cop, I could kiss my keester goodbye.
Apollo:
Why sell to a black market buyer? How about someone... like this!?
Judge:
That article... That's about the Chief Justice's...
Apollo:
A deadly poison can be extracted from the cocoon. But so can a cure! And not a cure for just any disease... ...A cure for Incuritis!
Judge:
I-Incuritis! ...I've heard of that somewhere!
Apollo:
(You went to visit a victim of the disease this morning!)
Judge:
Aha! Why, that's the disease the Chief Justice's son has! You aren't saying...!
Apollo:
Our witness is a detective. He would have contact with the Chief Justice!
Judge:
You are saying! The Chief Justice would never deal in contraband!
Apollo:
...Not even to save his own son's life?
Judge:
...! But, even if the deal went through... Why it'd be an international scandal!
Apollo:
That's Detective Crescend's insurance! If word ever got out, the one with his neck on the line... ...would be the Chief Justice!
Daryan:
......
Judge:
Detective Crescend! Is this true!?
Daryan:
First I'm a murderer, now I'm a smuggler...? How many crimes are you trying to pin on me, anyway?
Judge:
Distasteful as it is to think about, if the Chief Justice were the buyer... ...why, a seller couldn't hope for a better deal. A very cowardly seller!
Daryan:
Don't let Sleeves over there trick you. So I made a deal with the Chief Justice? Where's your proof!?
Apollo:
W-Well...
Daryan:
Oh yeah, and you're forgetting one other important thing.
Apollo:
...Do tell.
Daryan:
Interpol isn't the only ones out there watching this. Borginian Customs barely sleeps, they're so worried about cocoons getting out.
Judge:
Hmm... So we were informed. Let's continue with the cross-examination.
Changes statement from "Can't sell 'em on the black market. Too dangerous." to "Borginian Customs is very thorough. Everything and everyone gets checked."
Changes statement from "Yeah, cocoon smuggling ain't exactly lucrative anymore." to "Cocoon possession will get you arrested on the spot, and then sentenced to death."
Changes statement from "Man, I'm in International Affairs! I know the deal!" to "Hey, man, if there's a way to get cocoons out of there, I'd sure like to know."
Daryan:
Cocoon possession will get you arrested on the spot, and then sentenced to death.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Th-That's pretty extreme.
Daryan:
Borginia has this rep as an idyllic, laid back place. Truth is, they're beyond hard core with security.
Klavier:
The Republic of Borginia is a peaceful, pleasant country. So this level of security shows us how truly concerned they are about these cocoons.
Daryan:
That's the situation...
Daryan:
Man, I'm in International Affairs! I know the deal!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Which is why you'd know how to find a loophole in the system!
Daryan:
Hey... You can say what you want about me, but back off of International Affairs! There ain't no "loopholes", OK? What do you think we are, boy scouts?
Apollo:
That wasn't what I was trying to... um...
Klavier:
Down, Daryan. ...It's as you say. There are no loopholes, at least in the case of these cocoons. International Affairs, Interpol, and Borginian Customs are all watching.
Daryan:
See, we know what we're doing! Not like some yipping little doggies that lap up every word that diva says.
Apollo:
...! Why I oughta...!
Daryan:
Oughta what? You want some of this?
Klavier:
Ah ha. Chill, both of you. Let's do this cool, ja?
Apollo:
(Grr! Screw cool! I want this guy's head on a stick!)
Daryan:
Hey, man, if there's a way to get cocoons out of there, I'd sure like to know.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You're in a position to know quite a bit about smuggling.
Daryan:
Yeah, I need to know a bit for work, sure. But all we get are reports on the failed smuggling ops. Not exactly something you want to go copying. But if you want, I can tell you a few of them. Maybe you'll succeed and get rich!
Judge:
...I would be interested in hearing. Purely from a legal perspective, of course.
Apollo:
(...I weep for our judicial system.)
Present Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Actually, there is one way."
Apollo:
(...The replica has to be the key to his motive... There's got to be a way to find out what he was up to!)
Apollo:
Actually, there is one way.
Daryan:
Whaa--!?
Apollo:
One way to get something out of the country, no checks.
Judge:
What is it!?
Apollo:
...You become a prosecutor.
Judge:
A prosecutor!
Klavier:
Ah... Aaaaaaaaaaah! I don't believe it...
Apollo:
Believe it, Prosecutor Gavin. What was it that you told me yesterday at your office?
Klavier:
...It was a beautiful instrument. It was played lovingly for many years. A guitar befitting a woman like Lamiroir.
Trucy:
How did it end up here?
Klavier:
I mentioned how much I enjoyed playing it that night, and she made a present of it.
Trucy:
So this guitar is from Borginia?
Klavier:
That it is. We couldn't carry it on the plane. Changes in air pressure and humidity ruin the wood. So, we vacuum packed it in Lamiroir's studio. I used a special shipping service available to me for transporting evidence. They brought it right up to my office for me. ...Pristine and untouched.
Apollo:
Did I get that right, Prosecutor Gavin? "Untouched"?
Klavier:
...Quite. The guitar was wrapped in several sheets and vacuum packed in Borginia. The pack was untouched until the day of the concert. Are you saying that guitar was...
Apollo:
With cocoons this small, it would've been very easy... ...to use your guitar as a mule to smuggle a cocoon out of Borginia!
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Apollo:
Which reminds me, Prosecutor Gavin. That guitar had some "work" done on it recently, right?
Judge:
Work...?
Klavier:
Good memory, Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
Well, you know how guitars have a round hole in the front? It is called the "sound hole". Well, they found something attached to the wood just inside the hole. ...A broken device of some sort.
Trucy:
A broken... device?
Klavier:
Yes. This, in fact.
Judge:
An igniter...!
Apollo:
Exactly. Consider this, if you will. What if that igniter wasn't the only thing that was attached inside your guitar?
Trucy:
You... You mean...
Klavier:
He means this, of course.
Judge:
Ah. Aaaaaaaah...!
Apollo:
There was a way to get a cocoon out of the country! They could use picky Prosecutor Gavin's privileged guitar as a mule!
Daryan:
!
Apollo:
And who better to do that than someone with access... ...like a member of the band!
Daryan:
Yooooooooooooooooowrk!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! So the igniter...
Klavier:
...Was placed in there for a clear reason, it seems.
Apollo:
It was a safety precaution!
Judge:
A precaution...?
Klavier:
Ahh... Herr Forehead. At last, it all comes together.
Apollo:
Every strange thing that happened that day. Care to review? Maestro, the gentle sounds of Lamiroir's ballad, if you please.
Klavier:
First... my keys were stolen. A harmless misdemeanor. Which forced me to break the lock on my guitar case.
Apollo:
The key was stolen to retrieve the cocoon from the guitar.
Judge:
I... I see...
Apollo:
But... things didn't go so well. The smuggler wasn't counting on the guitar being wrapped! Only a member of the band could get near that case. Unwrapping the guitar would raise too many suspicions. ...Then the concert began. Right about this time... ...a very large problem presented itself to the smuggler.
Judge:
What's that?
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse.
Judge:
Ah...!
Klavier:
Mr. LeTouse, an undercover agent, was on to something. He would have known about the guitar. He'd only have to check the shipping records. So... Mr. LeTouse tried to examine the guitar himself.
Apollo:
If the cocoon were confiscated then, the gig would be up. The only thing left for the smuggler to do was to get rid of the whole lot.
...It's over. Press the switch! Now!...
Apollo:
The guitar burst into flames, and the cocoon... was lost. And then... Mr. LeTouse died.
Klavier:
With Lamiroir there to "witness" it.
Apollo:
There's your case.
Klavier:
......
Judge:
......
Trucy:
......
Daryan:
Eh heh. Heh heh ha ha! Brilliant, man!
Judge:
Detective Crescend...?
Daryan:
I gotta know, you make all that up on the fly?
Klavier:
For a made-up story... ...it makes a great deal of sense... Daryan.
Daryan:
Feh! The Republic of Borginia? Sorry, man, but I haven't even been there.
Klavier:
True, you haven't.
Daryan:
Hah! Let's see you make up a story for that, kid! How'd I hide the cocoon in the first place, huh?
Apollo:
It's not so hard to imagine. You had help. A Borginian accomplice. ...That's all.
Daryan:
...!
Apollo:
That you had an accomplice was clear from the start! The voice Lamiroir heard proves it!
...It's over. Press the switch! Now!...
Apollo:
You made this transmission from backstage.
Klavier:
While your co-conspirator was on stage!
Judge:
But... But who was it!?
Apollo:
(This is it, the coup de grâce! And for once I know what I'm doing... There's only one person who could have helped him!)
Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Justice has to say, then. But be warned. With a great accusation comes great responsibility. Make up your answer "on the fly" as it were, and you'll be harshly penalized! ...Are you ready, Mr. Justice? Who was the smuggler's accomplice!?
Present Machi Tobaye profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There is only one person who meets all the requirements of the accomplice..."
Present Lamiroir profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
What!? Lamiroir was the accomplice?
Klavier:
Perhaps you should get that forehead checked out... As you may recall, Lamiroir was attacked yesterday! Hardly something one does to one's accomplice.
Apollo:
...... I'd like to commend Prosecutor Gavin on his superb reasoning!
Judge:
Certainly, and here, have this penalty for your trouble.
Apollo:
(Ouch...)
Judge:
Let me ask again...
Leads back to:
"Who was the smuggler's accomplice!?"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...This person is the accomplice?
Klavier:
Eh? I thought you said the accomplice was Borginian!
Apollo:
Um, actually... can I take that back?
Judge:
Certainly, and here, have this penalty for your trouble.
Apollo:
(Ouch...)
Judge:
Let me ask again...
Leads back to:
"Who was the smuggler's accomplice!?"
Apollo:
There is only one person who meets all the requirements of the accomplice... ...and that person is the defendant, Machi Tobaye!
Judge:
But... Mr. Justice... He's your client!
Daryan:
A defense attorney accusing his client? That's a new one!
Apollo:
I assure you, no one is more unhappy about this than I. But, I am here to defend him in the murder of Mr. LeTouse. And I stand by my statement earlier that he is innocent of that particular crime.
Judge:
Indeed... the defendant is Borginian. He does meet the basic requirements to be the accomplice. But, what if it was, in fact, Lamiroir?
Apollo:
It couldn't have been.
Judge:
...Well, you seem sure of yourself.
Apollo:
The reason... is electronic signals, Your Honor.
Judge:
Electronic signals...?
Apollo:
Recall that this remote only works to a range of 30 feet. Beyond that, it's useless.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that's true.
Apollo:
Now, think back to the testimony... When the shooter made his transmission, Lamiroir was in the air vent. Right above the dressing room where the shooter stood. Let's look at the stage diagram! This is the area that the remote could reach from the air vent.
Judge:
Well, looking at this... ...it seems that Lamiroir still could have done the deed.
Apollo:
No. When the shooter made that transmission... ...the stage was slightly different than shown here. It was in the middle of "The Guitar's Serenade". Part of the stage... was raised. Prosecutor Gavin and the Lamiroir stand-in were in the air! They were on a tower which happens to be 15 feet tall! In other words! The remote couldn't have worked from Lamiroir's position in the air vent!
Judge:
Ah...!
Daryan:
......
Apollo:
Well, Detective Crescend? What do you say to that?
Daryan:
...Your Honor.
Judge:
Y-Yes, Detective?
Daryan:
Could we see the video where Gavin's guitar burns? Just one more time?
Judge:
Ah? Ah... Well. I don't see why not.
Apollo:
(Wh-What? Don't tell me he has a way out of this!)
Pleasure...But a fleeting melodyIt wraps itself around me,And now through the air I fly.
Daryan:
...Ah ha ha ha ha! Too bad, so sad... punk!
Apollo:
P-Punk...?
Trucy:
First you were "Sleeves", then "kid", now "punk". You're losing rank fast, Apollo!
Judge:
What exactly were we supposed to see in this video?
Klavier:
...The problem isn't in what we "see". Correct, Daryan?
Daryan:
Right. It's what you hear. We are musicians after all.
Apollo:
...Care to explain for us non-musicians?
Daryan:
Sure thing, punk. Let me get your yarn straight first: You're saying I ordered the wee pianist to set off that igniter? That right?
Apollo:
Y-Yes...?
Daryan:
Well in order to do that, he'd have to press a switch. Am I right?
Apollo:
...OK...
Daryan:
Well, take another listen. Pay attention to the piano.
Apollo:
Piano...?
Pleasure...But a fleeting melodyIt wraps itself around me,And now through the air I fly.
Judge:
What seems to be the problem there? The piano sounded just fine.
Daryan:
And that's the problem! Man, you still don't get it?
Apollo:
Ah...!
Daryan:
Yeah. How's he supposed to hit that switch if he's playing? You've got Ms. Diva, the guitar, the bass, the piano, and the drums... The only one with her hands free was the diva!
Trucy:
Lamiroir...
Daryan:
But according to you... ...she couldn't have been the accomplice, could she?
Apollo:
Urk...!
Daryan:
Your accomplice would have had a hard time helping out... ...if they couldn't even press a switch!
Apollo:
Uh... Uuuuuuuuuurrrrgh! (The piano plays non-stop! He couldn't have pressed that switch...!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? The piano does seem to be playing when the guitar catches fire.
Apollo:
W-Well...
Daryan:
It's OK. We all make mistakes sometimes.
Trucy:
A-Apollo!? Were you wrong?
Apollo:
I can't be wrong! Everything makes perfect sense! How could it all... just...
Klavier:
...Strange.
Apollo:
Wh-What's strange?
Klavier:
No, it's just... Something's odd about the performance there.
Apollo:
..."Odd"?
Judge:
Mr. Justice. If Machi Tobaye didn't press that switch... ...then he could not be the accomplice you claim he is.
Apollo:
B-But everything points to it! Every fact says he's the accomplice!
Daryan:
...You got the facts wrong, man.
Apollo:
!
Daryan:
Here're some facts for you: Gavin's guitar is on fire. But the pianist didn't press that switch. In other words, your story is full of holes.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, let's hear your final opinion on this matter now. Was the defendant, Machi Tobaye, the accomplice? Your answer will reflect on everything you've said here. Give it some thought.
Trucy:
Apollo! If Machi's not the accomplice... ...then our whole case is ruined!
Apollo:
I know that! It has to be him... He was the only one who could have helped the smuggler... He had to have pressed that switch!
Trucy:
Well, you'd better find a way to prove it!
Apollo:
Argh! What do I do... What do I do!?
Trucy:
Ack... There has to be something that doesn't fit! ...Something odd.
Apollo:
Something odd...! Wait a second...
Trucy:
Wh-What? You thought of something!?
Apollo:
(What was Gavin saying just now...?)
Klavier:
...Strange.
Apollo:
Wh-What's strange?
Klavier:
No, it's just... Something's odd about the performance there.
Apollo:
(...It's not much to go on, but it's all I've got! What exactly did he hear that was "odd"?)
Judge:
Have you come up with something, Mr. Justice? May I remind you that everything rests on this. Can you prove Machi Tobaye pressed that switch? Let's hear your final answer! Can you prove that Machi Tobaye pressed that switch?
I can prove it.
Apollo:
...I don't know if you call this "proof", per se... But... I can prove it was possible!
Leads to:
"Then, as prosecutor, it falls to me to ask you to show us evidence supporting this."
I can't prove it.
Apollo:
I... can't prove it. But... I can prove it was possible!
Leads to:
"Then, as prosecutor, it falls to me to ask you to show us evidence supporting this."
Klavier:
Then, as prosecutor, it falls to me to ask you to show us evidence supporting this. Herr Forehead. You're sure about this?
Daryan:
Hah! Accept it! There's no evidence, man!
Judge:
Let's see your evidence, Mr. Justice. On what do you base your claim that the defendant pressed that switch?
Present Mixing Board
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The basis for my claim... is music, Your Honor."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The basis for my claim... is this evidence, Your Honor!
Judge:
...I'm not sure I follow.
Daryan:
Hah! You can't bluff your way out of this one!
Klavier:
Nor can you prove anyone pressed the switch with that... "evidence".
Apollo:
(Maybe... I picked the wrong evidence.)
Judge:
For every bluff, there is an equal and opposite penalty!
Apollo:
(Urgh... What did Gavin hear that was "odd"? That's the only hint I've got here. If Machi's hands were tied up playing the piano...)
Judge:
Perhaps you can show us your evidence again?
Leads back to:
"On what do you base your claim that the defendant pressed that switch?"
Apollo:
The basis for my claim... is music, Your Honor.
Judge:
Music? What about music?
Apollo:
Let's listen to the piano part, around the time when the switch was to be pressed... ...right before the guitar burst into flame.
Pleasure...But a fleeting melodyIt wraps itself around me,
Judge:
Hmm... I hear a piano being played.
Apollo:
But... doesn't it sound kind of simple?
Judge:
Simple...?
Klavier:
Ah, I think I know what he's suggesting. You think Machi could have played that part... with one hand?
Judge:
One hand...!?
Apollo:
He only needed one hand to press that switch! He could play the piano with the other!
Daryan:
Hah! What, so you're some kind of piano savant?
Apollo:
Um, actually no.
Daryan:
Then what do you know!? You can't play a part like that with one hand!
Apollo:
Urk...! (Maybe... I don't know what I'm talking about here.) Wait! I know! Hey, Trucy!
Trucy:
Yeah? You got something?
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, your father, he's a pianist! Could he...
Trucy:
Oh, Daddy? He couldn't play a part like that even if he had three hands!
Daryan:
So sorry... So sad for you.
Apollo:
...... ...No. Not really.
Daryan:
H-Huh...?
Apollo:
That was just the easy way to prove it. There's always the hard way.
Daryan:
Man... How are you going to prove whether he played it with one hand or two!? You can't!
Apollo:
I admit, it will be rather difficult to prove. But it's highly likely he was playing with one hand.
Daryan:
H-How do you know that?
Apollo:
The clue is what Prosecutor Gavin described as sounding "odd".
Daryan:
...!
Apollo:
What sounded odd? I'll bet we can tell by listening to a certain part of the song.
Daryan:
No... No way.
Judge:
Well, it seems we've come to the moment of truth at last. Let's hear what Mr. Justice has to say for himself. Show us the part that proves the defendant was playing with one hand... ...right before the guitar burst into flame!
Apollo:
(Machi was definitely playing one-handed just before the guitar caught fire! And one section of the song proves it!)
Present Section 1
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Prosecutor Gavin... I'm sure you've realized by now..."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
That's the section? Hmm... I'm afraid I don't hear it. What's your opinion as an artist, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
It's a beautiful song. And the lyrics... are outstanding.
Judge:
I'll take that to mean there isn't a problem with this section at all.
Apollo:
(Wait, so what was the "odd" thing that Gavin heard? The switch was pressed in the first half of the second verse, right? I know! I just need to find a place to compare to that!) Your Honor! If you'll give me one more chance, I think I can find it!
Judge:
I suppose we don't have a choice. Very well. You claim the defendant was playing with one hand when the switch was pressed... Show us the part that proves it!
Leads back to:
"Machi was definitely playing one-handed just before the guitar caught fire!"
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin... I'm sure you've realized by now... ...just what it was that sounded "odd" to you.
Klavier:
As I'm sure you've realized it yourself, Herr Forehead.
Judge:
R-Realized what?
Apollo:
I'll demonstrate. Let's listen to the part in question again, shall we? Pay particular attention to the "But a fleeting melody" phrase.
Pleasure...But a fleeting melody
Daryan:
Man, man, man! How many times do we have to listen to the same thing?
Apollo:
You're right. Enough of that!
Daryan:
...!
Apollo:
Let's listen to another section, shall we?
Judge:
Another section...?
Apollo:
The guitar burst into flame at the end of the second verse. Let's listen to the same spot... in the first verse. Pay attention to "O that night in your embrace"...!
Sugar, Sugar...O that night, in your embrace.
Judge:
Ah...! P-Play verse two again!
Pleasure...But a fleeting melody
Apollo:
There! Did you hear that?
Judge:
They "feel" the same, true... ...but they're clearly very different!
Daryan:
Whaaat!?
Apollo:
Well put, Your Honor! The phrase in verse two is quite simple... But the same phrase in verse one has high and low notes! You'd have to use two hands to play that for sure!
Judge:
Ah...!
Daryan:
Urk... Hrrah! Wh-What's that prove!?
Apollo:
I would think you'd know that by now.
Daryan:
This is why I hate dealing with amateurs, man... So the two verses had different arrangements! Happens all the time.
Klavier:
Not this time, Daryan.
Daryan:
...!
Klavier:
There's no point in changing an arrangement if you can't hear it clearly. And that wasn't the point. I had him play specifically so that the piano would stay in the background.
Daryan:
Oh. Ohhhhh!
Klavier:
That was what I noticed. "Why should the same phrase sound slightly different?" I asked myself.
Apollo:
Now ask yourselves why Machi changed how he played... and there's only one answer! He needed a free hand in order to press the switch!
Daryan:
Unh... Unnnnoooooooooork!
Judge:
Order! Order!! Order!!!!! I believe this ties all the facts together... Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Yes, quite. Though, personally, this comes as a terrible disappointment.
Daryan:
...Heh...
Apollo:
(What? No comeback...? I can't believe it! I finally did it! I shut him up!)
Judge:
Very well. Barring an objection from the prosecution... I will now state the court's opinion on this matter...
Daryan:
Heh... Heh heh heh... Ah ha ha ha ha ha haaaah! Good show, Sleeves. No, great show!
Apollo:
...It's not over? (I don't like it when he looks so... so happy.)
Daryan:
You tell him Gavin. Tell him what's so disappointing!
Klavier:
Personally, I'm terribly disappointed... ...in you, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Huh... M-Me!?
Klavier:
Yes. Don't get me wrong, your case is solid. The facts all check out. But, even now... ...you have yet to show us a single piece of decisive evidence.
Apollo:
Yeah, but the facts... Anyone can see it was him!
Judge:
Unfortunately, "anyone" does not include the law. I'm afraid your case doesn't cut it.
Apollo:
But... But...
Judge:
A thousand facts might point toward the same conclusion... ...but without decisive evidence, it's not proof. That's the rule under our current legal system.
Apollo:
I don't believe it...!
Judge:
It does not seem as though the defense has any more evidence to present.
Daryan:
Oh, I think if he did we already would have seen it a long ways back.
Judge:
It is unfortunate... ...but, at present, this court is unable to acknowledge your accusation.
Apollo:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaat!? (The truth is staring us all right in the face! Why can't they see it!? What's the point of a legal system that protects criminals!?)
Trucy:
Apollo! Remember what Daddy said?
Phoenix:
It won't be easy proving he did it. Especially not under the current court system...
Apollo:
So what do I do!?
Phoenix:
Like I said. Good luck. And be aware that it will be impossible to prove his guilt by conventional methods.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Phoenix:
Every man has an igniter inside him. Find Daryan Crescend's igniter... and set it off.
Trucy:
I wonder what he meant by every man's "igniter"?
Apollo:
I think he just meant a weak spot, no? The kind of thing that a single spark could turn into a wildfire of emotion... (I won't be able to press him further by conventional means... I've got to find a weak spot in this guy... Something fatal...)
Daryan:
...So, can I get back to work now, or what? It may look like I got a lot of time on my hands... ...but I got no more time to play pretend with this deadweight attorney.
Judge:
Hmm. Well, Mr. Justice? We've come this far without decisive evidence... ...This witness won't be coming back to the stand once we let him go.
Apollo:
...Every man has an igniter.
Daryan:
Huh...?
Apollo:
Didn't you say "the better the guitar, the brighter it burns", Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Ah, yes. Good guitars are kept dry, is why. That provides the best sound.
Apollo:
Even a small spark could cause irreparable damage. Your plan has an "igniter" in it, too, Detective. ...It was there from the very beginning.
Daryan:
What...?
Apollo:
(Fightin' time, Justice. If you blow this one... ...he'll be out of your hands for good...)
Trucy:
Go for it, Apollo!
Daryan:
What, and this igniter's supposed to come "burn" me up? That's almost poetic there, Mr. Attorney.
Klavier:
All the better. I'm rather fond of poetry... And I intend to hear this one through to the very end.
Daryan:
...!
Klavier:
Herr Forehead. You are accusing this man, Daryan Crescend of two crimes: The murder of Mr. LeTouse, and the smuggling of a Borginian Cocoon. ...This is your last chance to prove your case.
Judge:
This trial has already run on for far too long. Mr. Justice, this will be my last warning. The moment this "igniter" of yours turns out to be a dud... ...is the moment this cross-examination ends. ...Understood?
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Then, let's have it. Show us the basis for these accusations against Daryan Crescend!
Apollo:
(OK... This is really my last chance! The key that will take apart Daryan Crescend's plan is...)
Present evidence
Apollo:
The defense is prepared to show the court evidence!
Daryan:
Hah! Be my guest!
Judge:
Be all of our guests, Mr. Justice. Show us evidence supporting your accusations against Daryan Crescend!
Present anything
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...This is your igniter?"
Judge:
...This is your igniter?
Daryan:
Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! So, exactly how am I suppose [sic] to react to that?
Apollo:
(Ack! He's not flustered at all! I picked a dud...)
Klavier:
I'm afraid your poetic tale ended up to be mere fantasy.
Judge:
...Reality bites, Mr. Justice. Penalty!
Apollo:
(Ow ow ow...)
Judge:
I suppose we should let you try once more... Show us the basis for your accusations against Daryan Crescend!
Apollo:
(Think, Justice! Are you sure about this...?)
Leads back to:
"The key that will take apart Daryan Crescend's plan is...)"
Call a witness
Apollo:
Your "igniter" isn't a piece of evidence.
Daryan:
Huh? So what is...
Apollo:
It is true that I couldn't show decisive evidence. But perhaps what I needed to prove my case was something else.
Klavier:
You mean... a witness.
Apollo:
Proving his guilt is a tall order... ...but I've got just the person to do it.
Judge:
...Very well, Mr. Justice. Who is this person who can prove Daryan Crescend's guilt?
Present Machi Tobaye profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The one person who can prove Daryan Crescend's guilt..."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...This person... is your "igniter"?
Daryan:
Hah! Exactly what are they going to testify about!? Go for it! Call 'em to the stand!
Apollo:
(He's... not scared at all, is he? *sigh* Wrong person.) I'm sorry... it was an honest mistake. One more try, Your Honor?
Judge:
The court advises you to be aware that your chances are limited in number. I think you're the one in need of a little igniting!
Apollo:
(Ugh...)
Judge:
I suppose we should let you try once more... Show us the basis for your accusations against Daryan Crescend!
Apollo:
(Think, Justice! Are you sure about this...?)
Leads back to:
"The key that will take apart Daryan Crescend's plan is..."
Apollo:
The one person who can prove Daryan Crescend's guilt... ...is the defendant, Machi Tobaye!
Judge:
Y-Your client? Again!?
Apollo:
Machi Tobaye was an accomplice to the cocoon smuggling plot. Without him, Daryan Crescend could not have gotten the cocoon. Furthermore, he can easily prove that the one who plotted to smuggle that cocoon... ...is the real criminal in this case!
Judge:
Hmm... How so?
Apollo:
It would require just one of the very cocoons Mr. LeTouse was looking for. With the cooperation of the Republic of Borginia, we could burn a cocoon. The burnt cocoon would leave a particular residue. A residue we would, no doubt, also find inside the burnt-out guitar!
Judge:
Aha! Very scientific of you.
Apollo:
Thus, if Machi Tobaye acknowledges his agreement with Daryan Crescend... ...concerning the attempted smuggling of a Borginian Cocoon... ...the case is solved!
Daryan:
Heh... Heh heh heh heh heh!
Trucy:
Um, Daryan's laughing again...
Daryan:
Your unrelenting passion is... remarkable. You really want to get me, don't you? ...Too bad you'll never be able to.
Apollo:
...Why not?
Daryan:
The little key-tickler won't acknowledge anything! Especially not anything to do with cocoon smuggling!
Judge:
What's this all about?
Klavier:
Taking a cocoon out of the country means death... ...by Borginian law.
Trucy:
Ah...
Daryan:
Yeah! See? If our pianist really was a smuggler... ...then testifying about it would be suicide! ...Believe me, he's not talking--
Apollo:
But you're wrong, Detective Crescend.
Daryan:
...What...?
Apollo:
It's the other way around! If Machi doesn't admit to smuggling here... He's in deep trouble!
Daryan:
Huh? H-How?
Apollo:
Look, if Machi admits to smuggling here... ...then he'll be tried in our courts, by our laws. You don't get the death penalty for smuggling in our country.
Daryan:
Ah...
Apollo:
The victim in this case was an undercover Interpol agent. I'm sure that news has already reached Borginia.
Klavier:
And they'll likely broadcast our dealings in court today. ...Including the part about the Borginian Cocoon.
Daryan:
Yeah but... but... But...!
Apollo:
But, if Machi doesn't admit to smuggling now... ...he'll eventually be picked up by the Borginian police. And it's not like he's in any danger in our court. We're not going to find him guilty of murder here, not now!
Daryan:
Yeah, but... you can't do this! You can't... You can't accuse me!
Apollo:
Maybe the "law" doesn't allow it... But who's going to think you're really innocent after hearing this trial? ...The same goes for Machi Tobaye.
Daryan:
...Urk...!
Apollo:
The cocoon smuggling, your entire plan... ...Machi Tobaye knows everything. There's only one way out of it for him. And that's to acknowledge his own crime! The crime of cocoon smuggling!
Daryan:
...... ...... Heh. D-Don't worry, there. I'll get... I'll get you out of the country. I'll set you up someplace. A hidden mansion? Real nice. You want a house made out of cookies? Or no, a house made out of pianos? C'mon... ...Please! Don't taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalk!
Klavier:
...Daryan. I consider that my last session with you. ...We rocked.
Apollo:
...I'm guessing we can treat that outburst as a confession?
Daryan:
...Heh...heh heh heh...
Trucy:
Uh oh, he's laughing again.
Apollo:
There's a kind of sick desperation in it now, though.
Judge:
Well... have you been listening to today's trial?
Machi:
...Yes.
Judge:
And you'll talk? You [sic] tell this court everything?
Machi:
......
Apollo:
I didn't want it to turn out this way. But... I'm not the kind of lawyer that can overlook a crime.
Klavier:
Today's trial... was all for your benefit, you know? I see no reason why you should hesitate now.
Machi:
...I knew. From beginning, I knew.
Apollo:
Machi...
Machi:
Situation... I cannot explain. But money. I needed. Very much money.
Judge:
Today's trial... ...raises a delicate issue with our legal system. "The only thing definite in a court of law... ...is evidence." This is the golden rule. However...
Klavier:
...It has become apparent that not all things can be tried by this standard.
Judge:
Should another case of this sort surface... ...we may have to consider an alternate system by which to administer justice. ...Anyway, Mr. Machi Tobaye?
Machi:
...Yes?
Judge:
I promise you will receive a fair trial by the laws of our country. And, with regards to the current charges for the murder of Mr. LeTouse... ...this court is prepared to announce a verdict.
Machi:
...I thank you. I... only lie. But you see truth! You find... truth.
Judge:
...That's our job. Very well...! This court finds the defendant, Machi Tobaye...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
July 10, 4:42 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Trucy:
I wonder what'll happen to Machi...
Apollo:
Well, he did smuggle a cocoon out of Borginia. I guess there'll be another trial here...
???:
All's well that ends well.
Trucy:
Daddy...!
Lamiroir:
I owe you both my thanks.
Apollo:
Lamiroir...?
Lamiroir:
My, is something wrong?
Apollo:
I'm sorry...! I... Machi was your partner on stage! Your friend...!
Lamiroir:
...... Yes. I thought of him as my own son. Even now, I do. Yet... Something got ahold of him, something evil. I see that. And he must pay for what he has done. Is that not how it should be?
Apollo:
I'm still sorry...
Lamiroir:
Do not be sorry. You have given me courage.
Trucy:
Courage...?
Lamiroir:
I am considering an eye operation.
Phoenix:
It was my suggestion, actually.
Trucy:
You mean, you'll be able to see again?
Lamiroir:
It's funny. I have always been afraid of the "light". Light seems so harsh, so unforgiving...
Phoenix:
According to the doctor... ...Lamiroir lost her sight due to some kind of "accident".
Apollo:
An accident...?
Lamiroir:
As you know, I suffer from amnesia. I feared that, if I could see... ...perhaps it would open my eyes to the truth I have been running from. ...I was scared.
Phoenix:
You know what changed her mind? Hearing your defense in there today. She could feel your gaze, unwavering, always looking straight at the truth.
Lamiroir:
...If the light returns to my eyes... ...I think I will take up painting.
Apollo:
Painting...?
Trucy:
That's right! She's the "landscape painter in sound", after all!
Lamiroir:
I will paint the two of you. I promise.
Trucy:
Woo hoo! I can't wait, Lamiroir!
Phoenix:
I owe you my thanks, too, Apollo.
Apollo:
Uh, thanks, Mr. Wright, but for what?
Phoenix:
You reminded me I need to hurry things along. ...On my secret mission, that is.
Apollo:
Right. Your secret mission.
Lamiroir:
Apollo, Trucy... I hope that we will meet again someday soon.
Trucy:
You bet! Me, too!
Apollo:
(And so, like a ballad, the trial flowed on and on... until it came to the end. Thanks to the trial... ..."The Guitar's Serenade" was a huge hit. Prosecutor Gavin's even more dazzling to look at now. But... there's something I want to say to that guy. Next time you write a ballad...)
Trucy:
...Have them catch the killer at the end!
THE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Apollo:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure, Mr. Justice. Objection overruled.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
This evidence clearly reveals a contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Apollo:
They aren't, are they...?
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Justice, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Apollo:
...Um... You sure about that?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(Ack! That didn't go so well.)
Perceive wrong area (during cross-examination segment "Proof of Innocence", on statement "He says that because the lyrics are in English, he does not understand them.")
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
Machi... you're not telling us the entire truth. I can see it as clear as day!
Lamiroir:
Perhaps... my interpretation is at fault...? Now he says, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Trucy:
Apollo! Neither of them looks uncertain at all!
Klavier:
Lamiroir, it is not your interpretation that is to blame here. It is the lack of anything resembling intelligence in that wide forehead you see.
Machi:
...... Hee hee.
Apollo:
You didn't have to interpret that for him! (Hmm. Looks like I pointed at the wrong spot...)
Perceive wrong area (during cross-examination segment "Proof of Innocence", on statement "It was I who explained that the crime followed the song.")
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
Did you know that the body reveals our thoughts? And yours is telling me you were uncertain just now!
Lamiroir:
...... Ah, should I be interpreting this, or not?
Apollo:
...Yes! Of course!
Lamiroir:
I must admit, I find it hard to interpret that which makes no sense.
Trucy:
Um, maybe you got it wrong, Apollo? Just a thought...
Apollo:
You might have a point there, Trucy.
Apollo:
Um, no need to interpret that after all, Lamiroir...
Lamiroir:
Oh, I'm sorry, I've already told him.
Machi:
...... Hee hee.
Apollo:
(...Great, now even my client's laughing at me. Guess that was the wrong spot after all...)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Machi Tobaye...
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will surrender himself to the court's care... ...to undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month's time. Court is adjourned!
Turnabout Sisters
Transcript
Transcript (JP)
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Cellular:
Brrring... Brrrrring...
*beep*
???:
Hello? This is Maya.
Mia:
Hey Maya, it's me.
???:
Mia! What's up? You haven't called in a while.
Mia:
Sorry, I've been so busy. How you been?
???:
Well, LONELY. And it's all YOUR fault. Nah, I'm just teasing. I've been great! I'm finally getting used to having my own place.
Mia:
That's good to hear. Actually, I'm calling because I have a favor to ask.
???:
I know, I know. You want me to hold evidence for you?
Mia:
Sharp as always! There's a lot of buzz about the upcoming trial... I just don't feel safe keeping the evidence here.
???:
I gotcha. So, what is it this time?
Mia:
It's... a clock.
???:
A clock?
Mia:
Yeah, it's made to look like that statue, "The Thinker." And it tells you the time! I thought you might like it. You always liked toys.
???:
Hey! I'm not a little girl anymore, Sis!
Mia:
Now, now. You know I'm only teasing. Ah, I should probably tell you, the clock isn't talking right now.
???:
Huh? It's not working? That's lame!
Mia:
I had to take the clockwork out. Sorry. I put some papers inside it instead.
???:
Papers? Is that the evidence, then? Hmm, well... there's a possibility that it might turn out that way, yes.
Mia:
Can you come by the office tonight, say 9:00, to pick it up? I'll be in a pretrial meeting until then.
???:
Okay, Sis, but I expect dinner! Something good! Like... burgers! I could really go for a good burger.
Mia:
Okay, okay. We'll hit the usual joint.
???:
Alright! It's a deal! Okay, Sis, see you soon!
Mia:
Yep. I'll be waiting, Maya.
Cellular:
*beep*
[Conversation recorded. September 5, 9:27 AM]
September 5, 8:57 PMFey & Co. Law Offices
???:
Now, Miss Fey, I'll take what's mine... the papers.
Mia:
I'm sorry, but I can't give you what I don't have.
???:
Miss Fey, you are a poor liar. Why, I see it right over there... That must be "The Thinker" that swallowed those papers.
Mia:
How could you know...?
???:
Ho hoh. You are not cogniferous of my background? Gathering information is my business, you see.
Mia:
I... I should have been more careful.
???:
Ho hoh. My dear Miss Fey... I am so very sorry. But I am afraid I must ask you for one more thing. Your eternal silence... Farewell, Miss Fey.
Mia:
!!!
Red... White... Blue...
Episode 2Turnabout Sisters
September 5, 9:08 PMFey & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Uh oh, I'm late. Huh, that's strange. The chief must have gone home already. She said her sister was coming over so we should all go out for dinner... ... What's that smell...? Blood...? Mia! (Maybe she's in her office!)
Examine
Anywhere
Phoenix:
I smell blood... and that can't be good! I have to check and see if Mia... the Chief's okay!
Phoenix:
That smell... Blood!
???:
... *sob* Sis...
Phoenix:
(Someone's there!) ...! Chief? Chief...?
Chief!!!
Phoenix:
Who are you?
???:
...
Phoenix:
(The strange girl dropped out cold. I left her lying on the office sofa. I went back to the chief where she lay under the window. Her body was still warm... I could feel it when I held her shoulder. Then, all too quickly, it began to fade... Until finally she was cold.) Chief...
Examine
Broken glass
Phoenix:
Some shards of glass are scattered on the floor. They seem to be the remains of a glass light stand.
Chair
Phoenix:
The chief's chair. A simple, functional design. Feels pretty good to sit in, too.
Mia's body
Phoenix:
Chief... It's hard seeing her like this, but if there are any clues here... She was struck on the head with a blunt object. She probably died instantly. "The Thinker" lying next to her must have been the murder weapon.
The Thinker added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Hmm... there are some glass shards near the chief's body. Must be pieces of the glass light stand lying broken in the back of the room.
Glass Shards added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Nothing else that seems like a clue here... Hmm...? A piece of paper! It must have fallen from Mia's hand! What could it be?
Mia's body (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It's painful to look... but I have to, for Mia's sake. Looks like she was hit in the head with a blunt weapon. She probably died instantly.
Receipt (after examining Mia's body)
Phoenix:
! A word is written in blood on this scrap of paper! "Maya"...? Did Mia write this? This piece of paper is a receipt from a department store, dated yesterday.
After clearing all Talk options with Maya Fey
(Wait a second! "Maya"...! Was Mia trying to tell us something about that girl? I think I'd better show her this receipt. I never thought there'd be a use for evidence like this outside the courtroom!)
Leads to:
"Receipt added to the Court Record."
Receipt added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I think that's enough snooping around for now. I'd better call the police... and find out what that girl was doing here.)
"The Thinker" statue
Phoenix:
It's encrusted with dried blood. How ironic that this became the murder weapon... again.
Window
Phoenix:
There's a large building right across from the office. The "Gatewater Hotel." A nice, luxurious place.
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
All the chief's important documents are packed in here. This is where she filed her case records and recent rulings.
Computer
Phoenix:
Surprisingly, the chief was never good with machines. About all she used this PC for was e-mail. She picked up this ancient model at some garage sale for practically nothing.
Desk
Phoenix:
A perfectly normal office desk. The chief had a very particular policy about office décor: "Spend big on stuff the clients use, but keep your own stuff simple."
Ledger book
Phoenix:
The Fey & Co. ledger book. Everything is written in the chief's ultra-neat handwriting. It's a small office, but it makes a good bit of money.
Telephone
Phoenix:
Right! I'd better call the police! ...? That's funny... A few of the screws on the receiver are missing... It looks like someone was halfway through taking it apart.
???:
Police!? Please, come quick!
Phoenix:
(Wh-what was that!? Someone screaming from outside the window!?) ...! She's staring right at me! She's holding a phone in her hand...
Telephone (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
The phone receiver is missing a few screws. I'd better not use it.
Fey & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
...! (That girl just now... where'd she go!? I put her right there on that sofa...! Uh oh... I hope she didn't run on me.) Yipes! (Don't scare me like that...) Umm... Excuse me but, who are you?
???:
...
Phoenix:
It's okay. I work here.
Maya:
Maya... Maya Fey.
Phoenix:
Maya... Fey?
If Receipt is added to the Court Record
Phoenix:
("Maya"...? So Mia was writing this girl's name! Maybe I should show her the receipt? I never thought there'd be a use for evidence like this outside the courtroom!)
Leads to options
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
You couldn't cram more legal books in here, even if you wanted to. Few can gaze upon the shelves without feeling insignificant.
Door
Phoenix:
The door to the chief's office. It's slightly open. I'd better not touch the door knob.
Painting
Phoenix:
A large painting. I guess you'd call this "modern art." I, on the other hand, call it a mistake.
Reception desk
Phoenix:
The reception desk. I usually sit here.
Sofa
Phoenix:
This sofa is for clients. It's leather... a real luxury model.
Writing desk
Phoenix:
A small writing desk cluttered with office supplies.
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
(She seems to be in shock. I don't want to disturb her, but I have to know...) Um... excuse me? Can you tell me what happened?
Maya:
... I came in... The room was dark. And Sis... Sis...!
Phoenix:
(So she was already dead.)
You and the Chief
Phoenix:
So, you're the chief's...?
Maya:
Sister. I'm her younger sister.
Phoenix:
And you were here... visiting? This late at night?
Maya:
Yes. She said she wanted me to keep some evidence for her.
Phoenix:
Evidence...?
Maya:
Yes... I-it was that clock... It was "The Thinker."
Present
The Thinker
Phoenix:
Um, about "The Thinker"...
Maya:
! The Th-Thinker... That was... Oh, Sis! *sob*
Phoenix:
(Hmm, probably shouldn't have asked her about the murder weapon...)
Glass Shards
Phoenix:
This was lying next to the chief.
Maya:
I know. I saw it there too. I thought they might be pieces of the light stand.
Phoenix:
Hmm. Maybe. (Never heard of a glass light stand before...)
Receipt
Phoenix:
Before Mia died, she wrote a message with her own blood. She wrote it on the back of this receipt.
Maya:
! Th-th-that's MY name! W-why!? Why would she write my name?
Phoenix:
Please, just calm down.
Maya:
W-why would Sis write my name?
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh. Now I've done it...)
Before examining telephone in Office
Phoenix:
(I'd better hurry up and call the police!)
Anything else
Maya:
I'm sorry, I've never seen that before.
After examining telephone in Office and presenting Receipt to Maya Fey:
*whee-ooo* *whee-ooo*... *whee-ooo* *whee-ooo*...
Phoenix:
! The police! (Sounds like they're coming this way!)
Freeze! Police!
Gumshoe:
Alright, I'm Detective Dick Gumshoe, see?
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe...? What an odd name.)
Gumshoe:
We received a report from the building across the way, see. Got a person saying they saw a murder.
Phoenix:
(It must have been that woman I saw.)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, I don't want either of you moving one inch, 'kay?
Phoenix:
(Great. Just great. Maya... Wait, she wouldn't have... nah.)
Gumshoe:
Whoaaaaaaaaaaaah! Scuze me!
Maya:
Eek!
Gumshoe:
This word "Maya" here mean anything to you?
Maya:
...! Um... that... That's my name...
Gumshoe:
WHAAAAT!? The victim drew this here note in her own blood, see? With her dying breath, she wrote down the killer's name!
Maya:
K-killer...? I'm not--
Gumshoe:
Case closed! You're coming down to the precinct, ma'am.
Maya:
W-what?
Phoenix:
Mia's younger sister, Maya, was arrested on the spot. I was taken in for questioning and didn't get out until the next morning. My eyes were heavy... but I couldn't sleep. I sat around, waiting for visiting hours to begin at the detention center. I had to talk to Maya as soon as possible.
September 6, 9:07 AMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
(Wow, they have poor Maya locked up like a criminal.)
Maya:
Oh! It's you! The lawyer... G-good morning.
Phoenix:
Good morning! (She looks so tired...)
Maya:
Um... Are you going to be my attorney?
Phoenix:
Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about...
It's up to you
Phoenix:
(I'd better give it to her straight...) It's up to you.
Maya:
Up... to me?
Phoenix:
Yes. I don't think this is something I should decide. After all, you're the one in trouble here.
Maya:
... They're never going to believe me... are they? Even you, when you found me in the office. You looked at me like I had done it!
Leads to:
"(Did I look at her like that?)"
Of course I will
Phoenix:
(First things first, I better get her cheered up...) Yeah, of course I will! Cheer up!
Maya:
R-really...?
Phoenix:
(Whoa! Did I say the wrong thing? She looks sadder now!) Um... what... what's wrong? You don't think I can do it?
Maya:
... No... no one could! Who would believe me? Even you, when you found me in the office. You looked at me like I had done it!
Leads to:
"(Did I look at her like that?)"
Sorry, not a chance
Phoenix:
(Maybe if I joke a bit she'll cheer up...) Hah hah! No way, Jose! Just kidding...
Maya:
... ... ...
Phoenix:
(Eh heh. Whoops. That didn't go so well.)
Maya:
...Heh...
Phoenix:
Huh? M-Maya...? Was that a... chuckle?
Maya:
What? N-no! ... It wasn't very believable, was it?
Phoenix:
(Not really...)
Maya:
I-I'm sorry! I just thought, since you'd made a joke... Please, don't mind me! You're doing just fine!
Phoenix:
(Who's trying to cheer up who here!?)
Maya:
... I knew it. No one will believe me.
Phoenix:
What?
Maya:
Even you-- when you found me in the office. You looked at me like I had done it!
Leads to:
"(Did I look at her like that?)"
Phoenix:
(Did I look at her like that?) No, no! I never thought...
Maya:
I-it's okay. I understand. ... And... I've also heard about you.
Phoenix:
Heard...? Heard what about me?
Maya:
I... was talking to my sister on the phone the other day...
Mia:
"Today was my junior partner's first time in court."
Maya:
Wow! Really? How'd that go?
Mia:
"It was quite the scene! Honestly, I was on edge the whole time. It's been a while..."
Maya:
Hah! So, he crashed and burned?
Mia:
"...He's a genius. One of those 'strike fear into the hearts of evil' types... The only thing he's lacking is... experience."
Maya:
Huh, sounds like it was fun! Well, I know who to go to if I ever get into trouble now!
Mia:
"I don't know, Maya. I think you might want to wait... give him three more years. That is, unless you want to be found guilty."
Maya:
That's what she said!
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to trouble you...
Phoenix:
No, it's okay. It's true, I guess. But... at the same time, I can't just sit and watch! When I think of the person who did this to Mia...
Maya:
... I know...
Examine
Security camera
Phoenix:
Smile for the camera...
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He hasn't moved an inch. A real pro, this guy.
Talk
Maya
Phoenix:
There's something I've been wanting to ask you...
Maya:
Yes?
Phoenix:
What's with that outfit?
Maya:
Oh, this? This is what all acolytes wear. It's my uniform, you could say.
Phoenix:
A-acolytes? Like people in religious training? What is it you do?
Maya:
Oh! It's nothing strange, really! I'm a spirit medium. ...In training.
Phoenix:
A s-spirit medium!? (I'm pretty sure that qualifies as strange.)
The day of the crime
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about the day of the murder?
Maya:
Yes! Let's see... that morning, I got a call from my sister. She wanted me to hold onto a piece of evidence for an upcoming trial.
Phoenix:
Evidence?
Maya:
Yes. That clock shaped like "The Thinker."
Phoenix:
(The one Larry made...) How could that have been evidence in a case?
Maya:
Um, right, she said something about that... ... I remember! Do you want to hear it in her own voice?
Phoenix:
H-her own voice!?
Maya:
Yes. I'm pretty sure our conversation is on my cell phone.
Phoenix:
You recorded it!
Maya:
Yeah! I forgot how to delete those things.
The day of the crime (after clearing "Your cell phone" Talk option)
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about the day of the murder? Sorry... I know it must be hard.
Maya:
No, it's okay. All I've been doing the last few hours is talking about it. I've kind of gotten used to it... Let's see... that morning, I got a call from my sister. She wanted me to hold onto a piece of evidence for an upcoming trial.
Phoenix:
(That's "The Thinker" clock that Larry made. It practically qualifies as a serial murderer by now.) So then, when did you arrive at the office?
Maya:
It was right around 9:00. The lights were off and... I could smell blood. Th-then I found her. My sister...
Phoenix:
Thanks, Maya. That's all I need to hear for now.
Your cell phone (appears after "The day of the crime")
Phoenix:
So, you say you have a conversation with your sister on your cell phone? Let's hear it!
Maya:
Right! Oh! I just remembered: that detective took my cell phone. Sorry.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. (Of course...) Next time I see Detective Gumshoe I'll ask him for it.
Maya:
I'll write you a note so you don't forget, okay?
Phoenix:
Sure, thanks.
Maya's Memo added to the Court Record.
Spirit mediums (appears after "Maya")
Phoenix:
So you're an acolyte. A, er, medium-in-training.
Maya:
That's right. The Fey family, especially the women, have always been very sensitive to the spirit world.
Phoenix:
Wait a second, you said the "Fey Family"? So, Mia was into this stuff too?
Maya:
Of course! She left the mountain to "follow her career," she said. Her powers were first-class, too!
Phoenix:
(I... I had no idea.) Hmm... Wait...!
Maya:
What?
Phoenix:
So, you're a real, honest-to-goodness spirit medium? With E.S.P. and all that?
Maya:
Yes. ...In training.
Phoenix:
Well, can't you contact Mia's spirit, then? We can just ask her who killed her!
Maya:
...! I-I'm sorry... I'm still in training. I couldn't do something on that level...
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I thought that would be too easy.)
Present
The Thinker
Phoenix:
I wanted to ask you about the murder weapon...
Maya:
Poor Sis... *sniff*
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Better not ask her about this now.)
Glass Shards
Phoenix:
This was lying next to the chief's body...
Maya:
I saw that too. They said they thought these were pieces of a broken light stand.
Phoenix:
Yeah, that seems about right. (Though I'd never heard of a glass light stand before this...)
Receipt
Phoenix:
Remember that receipt?
Maya:
Y-you mean the one with my name on it?
Phoenix:
Any idea why she...
Maya:
Absolutely none! Um... Do you trust me?
I trust you
Phoenix:
I trust you.
Maya:
Why? Don't you think I did it, too?
Phoenix:
No, I don't. (It's just a hunch, but...)
Maya:
That detective thinks I did it.
Phoenix:
...
I don't trust you
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
I didn't think you'd believe me. You're just like the detective.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry... I don't like lying just to make people feel better. But it doesn't mean that I've decided you did it! (She seemed so lost at the crime scene.)
Maya's Memo
Phoenix:
I wanted to ask you about your cell phone...
Maya:
That detective took it when they brought me in.
Phoenix:
(So, Gumshoe took it... I'll have to try to get it back next time I see him...)
Anything else
Maya:
Sorry... I've never seen that before.
After clearing "Maya" and "Your cell phone" Talk options:
Maya:
... Um...!
Phoenix:
Huh? Something the matter?
Maya:
Um... I was wondering, could I ask you a favor?
Phoenix:
...?
Maya:
This is the address of a famous lawyer. My sister gave me this a long time ago. She said if I was ever in trouble, I should call him. And, well, I'm in trouble. Do you think you could go ask him to represent me?
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Accept
Phoenix:
Sure, why not? I'll go ask.
Maya:
Thank you so much! I have no one else to turn to...
Phoenix:
...? Say, what about your parents...?
Maya:
... ... ...
Phoenix:
I... I see. Don't worry, leave it to me.
Maya:
Thank you! The trial's tomorrow... at 10:00.
Phoenix:
W-what!? Tomorrow!?
Maya:
Tomorrow.
Phoenix:
What if this guy refuses!?
Leads to:
"They told me that if I don't find one, the state will pick an attorney to defend me."
Refuse
Phoenix:
I'm sorry... I think this is the kind of thing you should really do yourself.
Maya:
...You're right. ...
Phoenix:
Something wrong?
Maya:
Actually, I asked the police to contact him, and they tried calling a few times. Nobody could get a hold of him!
Phoenix:
They couldn't find him?
Maya:
I have no one left to ask!
Phoenix:
...? Say, what about your parents...?
Maya:
... ... ...
Phoenix:
O-okay! Don't worry, I'll go ask him for you.
Maya:
Y-you will? Thank you so much!
Phoenix:
I'm just worried what will happen if I can't find him.
Leads to:
"They told me that if I don't find one, the state will pick an attorney to defend me."
Maya:
They told me that if I don't find one, the state will pick an attorney to defend me.
Phoenix:
When will that happen?
Maya:
They're giving me until 4:00 this afternoon.
Phoenix:
(And visiting hours are almost up... I'd better hurry!) Right, I'll be back!
September 6Fey & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
(The office is filled with police officers. They're all busily searching for clues...)
???:
Hey! You there! This is a crime scene, pal! No trespassing! Umm... Sorry, don't I know you from somewhere? Wait, you're that Butz guy, aren't you!
Phoenix:
No, no, Phoenix Wright. (How could anyone mistake me for Larry!?)
???:
Ah, guess I got the wrong name, Mr. Wright. Sorry 'bout that. That Butz guy, he was a killer! And you're no killer! Right?
Phoenix:
(He WAS proven innocent...) Umm... right. And you were...
Detective Gumshoe
Phoenix:
Um... Gumshoe, wasn't it? Dick Gumshoe?
???:
Right! At your service. Hang on! That's Detective Gumshoe to you, pal!
Leads to:
"Anyway, get the name right. And don't go calling me "Dick"..."
Detective Suedeshoes
Phoenix:
Um... Suedeshoes, wasn't it?
???:
That's me! Don't step on my blue suede shoes... Wait! That's a song, pal! My name's Dick Gumshoe... W-wait! That's Detective Gumshoe to you, pal!
Leads to:
"Anyway, get the name right. And don't go calling me "Dick"..."
Detective Gumtree
Phoenix:
Um... Gumtree, was it? Detective Gumtree?
???:
G-Gumtree...? Gum doesn't grow on trees, pal! And I'm the one in charge here so don't push your luck!
Phoenix:
(Whatever you say, Detective...)
Leads to:
"Anyway, get the name right. And don't go calling me "Dick"..."
Gumshoe:
Anyway, get the name right. And don't go calling me "Dick"...
Police:
Hey, Dick! Get over here!
Gumshoe:
Y-yes, sir! B-be right there! Umm... ahem! You're her lawyer, right, pal? If you got business here, you'd better do it quick!
Phoenix:
(Whew! He thinks I'm Maya's lawyer...!)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
There's a horrendous amount of legal books here. Scarier still is that Mia probably read all of these.
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Mia's favorite potted plant. I remember it had this bizarre name no one could ever remember.
???:
"Cordyline stricta," pal!
Phoenix:
(Who was that!?)
Mia's desk
Phoenix:
Mia's desk. Perfectly clean, as always. The only thing it's missing is... Mia.
Movie poster
Phoenix:
An old movie poster. Apparently, this was the first movie that made Mia cry when she saw it. I'll have to check it out one of these days.
Window
Phoenix:
The sky is blue, and so am I... There's that hotel, right across the way.
Talk
Mia
Phoenix:
About Ms. Fey... did you do an autopsy?
Gumshoe:
Hmm? You want to know the results, eh?
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
Now don't you look at me like that, pal! It's no use! She might have been your boss, but that doesn't mean you get any special treatment. Alright, alright. You can see the report, but that's all!
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Mia (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
So, Mia's death was instantaneous.
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal. She was... a beautiful person.
Phoenix:
You knew her, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Sure. All of us down at the precinct knew Ms. Fey. Much as it pains me to say this, she was a darn good lawyer. Hey, what are you looking at? I just got a little dust in my eye, that's all.
Maya
Phoenix:
Um, about Maya...
Gumshoe:
Yeah! I'm looking forward to the trial! Sorry, pal, but this is one trial you aren't going to win!
Phoenix:
W-why do you say that?
Gumshoe:
The city's put Prosecutor Edgeworth on the prosecution!
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth...)
Gumshoe:
I'm sure you know what that means, you being a lawyer and all.
Edgeworth (appears after "Maya")
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Edgeworth...
Gumshoe:
That's right, pal! Mr. Miles Edgeworth himself! Wait... you do know him, don't you!?
Of course I do!
Phoenix:
I know him. He's a feared prosecutor. He doesn't feel pain, he doesn't feel remorse. He won't stop until he gets his "guilty" verdict.
Gumshoe:
Aww, don't talk about him that way. You make him barely sound human! Still, I'm afraid this pretty much decides the case.
Phoenix:
(So, Edgeworth is on this one... He hasn't lost a case since he became prosecutor at the incredibly young age of 20. Of course, there are rumors of back-alley deals and forged evidence...)
Leads to:
"(All I know for sure is that Edgeworth hates crime with an almost abnormal passion.)"
Of course not!
Phoenix:
Never heard of him.
Gumshoe:
Whoa! And you call yourself a lawyer, pal!? About four years ago, this Edgeworth guy became a prosecutor at the age of 20! Everyone says he's a genius. Surprised you don't know him!
Phoenix:
(Of course I know him... I was just playing dumb. He's a cold, heartless machine who'll do anything to get a "guilty" verdict! There are rumors of back-alley deals and forged evidence...)
Leads to:
"(All I know for sure is that Edgeworth hates crime with an almost abnormal passion.)"
Phoenix:
(All I know for sure is that Edgeworth hates crime with an almost abnormal passion. I never imagined I'd be facing him so soon...)
Present
The Thinker
Phoenix:
I was wondering, do you know anything about this?
Gumshoe:
That statue? That's the murder weapon.
Phoenix:
(Huh? He thinks the clock is just a statue, too... I'm starting to wish I'd never seen this thing.)
Glass Shards
Phoenix:
There was broken glass at the crime scene, right?
Gumshoe:
Hmm? Oh, that? Seems like a glass stand next to the victim fell over. The glass shards were pieces of the broken stand.
Receipt
Phoenix:
There was a piece of paper next to the victim, wasn't there?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. The one with the killer's name written on it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure that Mia wrote it herself?
Gumshoe:
Given the condition of the writing, it's hard to say if it's her handwriting or not.
Phoenix:
(So there's no proof that Mia wrote it.)
Maya's Memo
Phoenix:
I was wondering... did you see Maya Fey's cell phone?
Gumshoe:
Oh that? I have that.
Phoenix:
Do you think you could give it back?
Gumshoe:
Sure! I mean, wait a second, pal! Tricky lawyer!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh, he's on to me!)
Tell him straight
Phoenix:
(Hmm... if I tell him why I want it there's no way he'll give it to me!)
Gumshoe:
Something the matter?
Phoenix:
Oh, no, it's just... You know, Detective!
Gumshoe:
Nope. I know nothing, pal!
Phoenix:
That cell phone has a lot of numbers on it... like her boyfriend's... A cell phone holds all a little girl's sweetest and spiciest secrets!
Gumshoe:
Urk? Y-you're trying to confuse me! Sorry, pal. I already checked all the numbers in memory!
Phoenix:
Impressive! You're quite the detective.
Gumshoe:
Uh huh. Oh, here, you can have the phone back. There weren't any suspicious call records in there, after all.
Leads to:
"(Seems he didn't notice the recorded conversation...)"
Tell him not-so-straight
Phoenix:
(Okay, I can't be straight with this guy... but what should I tell him?)
Gumshoe:
Something the matter?
Phoenix:
Oh, no, um... T-that carrying strap on the cell phone...
Gumshoe:
This? Hmm... it says "The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo"... "The Steel Samurai"... that action hero on TV?
Phoenix:
Yeah, you see that strap is a collector's item... She... was worried it might get lost if it went down to the precinct.
Gumshoe:
That what she said?
Phoenix:
Um. Yes.
Gumshoe:
... Okay, pal. I wrote down all the numbers she called anyway. Here you go.
Leads to:
"(Seems he didn't notice the recorded conversation...)"
Phoenix:
(Seems he didn't notice the recorded conversation...)
Received: Maya's Cell Phone. Check the Court Record to hear the recorded conversation.
Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Thanks for this!
Gumshoe:
Don't mention it, pal. When it comes to dealing with lawyers, "fight fair and square," is our motto!
Phoenix:
(I don't know how I feel, seeing everything written up like this... It makes Mia's death seem so... routine.)
Maya's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
(Seems he didn't notice the recorded conversation...)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Hmm? What's that? Sorry, pal, but I got no info for the likes of you!
After clearing "Mia" and "Maya" Talk options and presenting Maya's Memo:
Phoenix:
(I guess I've asked all the questions I need to.)
Gumshoe:
You all done, pal?
Phoenix:
Um, yes, thank you. I'll be heading out now.
Gumshoe:
Oh, wait. One more thing I wanted to mention to you. I don't suppose you're planning on talking to that witness. Anyway, you'd better not! No influencing the witness with your lawyerly ways, pal!
Phoenix:
... (Come to think of it, I had completely forgotten about her...) The... witness?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, Miss April May. I'm sorry 'bout this... But I can't tell you anything about her!
Phoenix:
(Well, you just told me her name. Miss May, huh?) So you've sent her home already, then?
Gumshoe:
Ahah! You're trying your lawyerly tricks on me now! She's not to go outside her room until the trial!
Phoenix:
(So... she's still in the hotel across the way.) I guess I should know better than to try to get a detective to leak information.
Gumshoe:
You got that right, pal!
Phoenix:
(Time to pay a visit to Miss May!)
September 6Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
(According to the receptionist, the big boss is "out". She couldn't say when he'd be back. It must be hard to keep track of everything when you're a famous lawyer... Not to mention run an office like this. I guess I'll just have to come back later.)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Expensive-looking mahogany bookshelves, filled with expensive-looking books. Hmm... funny... they don't look like they've ever been read.
Desk
Phoenix:
A solid mahogany desk. The wood's been polished to a deep luster.
Painting
Phoenix:
That painting has been bugging me ever since I stepped in here. The oil paint is so thick it's practically giving me a stuffed nose. I'm sure the price is nothing to sneeze at either, for that matter.
Potted plant
Phoenix:
An expensive potted plant. No idea what kind of plant it is, but it's probably the most expensive one available.
Table
Phoenix:
A table for clients. Hmm... an elegant ebony case, and if I'm not mistaken, that lighter's made of solid gold. Even I can tell someone here's got money to burn.
Detention Center
Maya:
Hey! What is it? Did you meet the lawyer?
Phoenix:
Sorry. I haven't seen him yet.
Maya:
I see...
Phoenix:
(Hmm. I'd better go see if I can find this elite lawyer she's talking about.)
Talk
Your family
Phoenix:
What about your family?
Maya:
I only had my sister. My father died when I was very young. And I don't know where my mother is.
Phoenix:
(Don't know...? So she could still be alive?)
Your mother (appears after "Your family")
Maya:
The women in my family have been mediums for generations. They say that E.S.P. runs in our blood. About fifteen years ago, our family was involved in an... incident. There was a man, and he... he... He ruined our mother's life.
Phoenix:
("Ruined"...?)
Maya:
After that, she disappeared. Several years after that, my sister announced she would "become a lawyer" and she left the mountain.
Phoenix:
... So, you live by yourself?
Maya:
Yes. I've gotten used to it. Oh, also... I had to become independent, or I would lose my E.S.P.!
Phoenix:
(I feel bad for her, all by herself up on that mountain...)
Your mother's enemy
Phoenix:
So, who was this man who, um, "ruined" your mother?
Maya:
About 15 years ago... there was an unusual murder case. It made quite a stir, everyone was talking about it, apparently. The police were running out of leads, and they were getting desperate...
Phoenix:
Wait... they didn't use a spirit medium, did they?
Maya:
The police convinced my mother to try to contact the victim.
Phoenix:
Wow... So, what happened?
Maya:
The case was solved... we thought.
Phoenix:
You "thought"...?
Maya:
The man my mother helped the police capture was innocent.
Phoenix:
...!
Maya:
The police's consultation with a medium had all been carried out in secret, of course. But... A man found out about it and leaked it to the press. He told all the papers that my mother was a fraud, and the media jumped on it big time. She... my mother... became the laughing stock of the nation.
Phoenix:
I see.
Maya:
... White...
Phoenix:
Excuse me? White?
Maya:
That was his name. My sister told me.
Phoenix:
White? Hmm...
Present
Maya's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Hey, I got your cell phone back.
Maya:
Oh! Say... Can I listen to my sister's voice?
Phoenix:
... (Maya's eyes closed... She listened to every word with such intensity... Before long, tears began to roll down her cheeks.) ...
Maya:
Thank you.
September 6Gatewater Hotel - Room 303
April:
Well! Hello there, handsome.
Phoenix:
Umm... hi. (Smooth, Wright, real smooth.)
April:
You're the lawyer, aren't you? The detective told me... He said, "Don't say nothing to that lawyer, pal!" Tee hee!
Phoenix:
(Memo to self: thank Detective Gumshoe for making my job harder.)
April:
Gee! This is all like something out of a movie! It's all so exciting I can hardly contain myself! Ooh! Let me go freshen up so I can look the part of the beautiful eyewitness!
Phoenix:
(I pity the lawyer that has to cross-examine this one.)
Examine
Bed
Phoenix:
A simple bed. It's been recently made. Nothing eye-catching here.
Flowers
Phoenix:
The flowers are fake, as expected. I know sunflowers and tulips, but that's about the extent of my floral knowledge.
Open drawer
Leads to:
"(There's a screwdriver stuck in this drawer.)"
Painting
Phoenix:
Ah. A still-scene painting. Wait, should that be "still life"? Whatever. One of those is hanging on the wall.
Table
Phoenix:
A bottle and two glasses are on the table. Somebody must be staying with her.
Window
Phoenix:
The late summer sunlight streams through the window. There's the Fey & Co. Law Offices building, of course. You can see the inside of the room pretty clearly from here. I think it would be a little difficult to recognize a face from this distance, though.
Phoenix:
(There's a screwdriver stuck in this drawer. I wonder what's inside? Let's take a look...)
April:
Hey! H-h-hey!!! What are you doing!? No touching! Oooh. Bad boy! Y-you really shouldn't pry around in other people's rooms, now. You wouldn't want to make me upset, would you?
Phoenix:
(Upset!? I thought she was going to explode for a second there! I wonder what could be inside the drawer?)
Examine
Open drawer
Phoenix:
(Hmm... what's inside I wonder?)
April:
*cough* *cough*
Phoenix:
(Maybe later...)
Talk
What you witnessed
Phoenix:
Do you think you could tell me something? I need you to describe what you observed at the time of the incident.
April:
Ooh. "Observe," "incident"! You sound just like a lawyer in the movies! I like a man with a big... vocabulary.
Phoenix:
(Umm... *gulp* Better not encourage her.) Er... you know that thing that occur... um... happened the other day? The bad thing? What did you see when it happened? I don't suppose you could tell me about it? Pretty please?
April:
Let me see... Um, well... Dream on! If you want to know, you'll just have to come to the court tomorrow, Mr. Lawyer!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy.)
Miss May
Phoenix:
Um, could you... just who exactly are you?
April:
Oooh, Mr. Lawyer! Are you hitting on me?
Phoenix:
N-n-no! Hey! I'm just doing my job here!
April:
Tee hee! You know, you're cute when you blush.
Phoenix:
(Believe me, this is the first time in my life I've blushed this much...) Umm... eh heh. Right... can you just tell me what it is you do?
April:
Well... No! Tee hee! And you had your little hopes up, didn't you!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy.)
This room
Phoenix:
I see there are two glasses on the table. Is someone staying here with you?
April:
Oooh! What amazing powers of observation! You must be one of those famous detectives, like on television!
Phoenix:
Oh, no, not me, I'm, er, just a lawyer!
April:
Say, Mr. Big Detective, why don't you go look for clues... in the garbage? Hmm? Miss May doesn't like nosey little lawyers... Hmph!
Phoenix:
(Oh boy.)
Present
Anything
April:
Excuse me, but I'm a witness? Police witness? You understand? How could I possibly give you any information in good conscience, hmm? Me... "the witness"! It's just like the movie!
Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
(Hmm... seems like Mr. Grossberg is out. Well, maybe I should just wait here for him to come back.)
???:
*Ah-HHHHEM!*
Phoenix:
(If that wasn't the most over-the-top clearing of the throat I've ever heard!)
Grossberg:
Ah hah! So, you're the one they say has been looking for me?
Phoenix:
Uh... y-yes, that's me! (He looks even... grander than I imagined!)
Grossberg:
Hmm...? That badge on your collar...? Ah, so you're a lawyer, are you now?
Phoenix:
Y-yes, well... yes.
Grossberg:
And what do you want? I'm not particularly busy these days... Please, proceed!
Phoenix:
(Not busy...? Then how come no one could get in touch with you?)
Grossberg:
Hmm? Something the matter? You came to see the one-and-only Marvin Grossberg, did you not? Well, here I am, boy! What do you want? Out with it!
Phoenix:
Um... w-well, sir, actually it's about Maya. Maya Fey.
Grossberg:
...! Ah... yes. Maya Fey. Go on.
Phoenix:
(Hmm? Why the strange reaction?)
Grossberg:
A-cha-cha. I'm really quite busy here, son. I can't go taking cases on a day's notice! No, it's quite impossible.
Phoenix:
W-wait a second! How did you know the trial was tomorrow!?
Grossberg:
Urk? Ahem! A-anyway... I'm afraid it's entirely impossible for me to represent her. Sorry. End of discussion.
Phoenix:
(What's going on!? He refused me before I even got a chance to ask him! What do I tell Maya...?)
Fey & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
... (Looks like Detective Gumshoe has gone home. The police are still keeping themselves busy in the chief's office. No one has time to talk to me. Guess I'll head out.)
Examine
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
Mia's favorite potted plant. I guess I'll have to water it now...
Detention Center
Phoenix:
Hmm... Maya's not here. She must be in questioning. They probably won't let her out for a while. Maybe I'd better go talk to that lawyer again.
Grossberg Law Offices
Talk
Your refusal
Phoenix:
How can you just refuse like that! Please, tell me why you won't take the case!
Grossberg:
Hmm? Eh, ahem! Well, you see it's just... I'm busy, you see!
Phoenix:
But the client is Mia Fey's sister!
Grossberg:
Hmm... ahem.
Phoenix:
Mia trusted you... She knew  her sister would be in good hands.
Grossberg:
Yes, yes, of course I know that. However! I'm sorry but, I must refuse. Sorry. Good-bye.
Phoenix:
Creep. Fine. I don't have time to argue with you anyway. I'll go look elsewhere.
Grossberg:
*grumble*... Think not.
Phoenix:
Huh? Did you say something?
Grossberg:
I think not, I said.
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean?
Grossberg:
I'm terribly, terribly sorry. But I'm afraid that no lawyer worth their salt will take on this particular case. Terribly sorry, m'boy.
Phoenix:
Why!?
Grossberg:
I... I cannot say. ... I beg your pardon, but could you leave? Now? I've nothing more to discuss with you.
Phoenix:
(What's going on here!?)
Mia
Phoenix:
How did you know Mia Fey...?
Grossberg:
... She... worked here. A long time ago. Quite the apprentice, that one. Learned my techniques in the blink of an eye! She left one day, quite suddenly... She had a mission, you see.
Phoenix:
A "mission"?
Grossberg:
You could see it in her eyes. She followed it with a burning passion. Never looked back, that one.
That painting
Phoenix:
That's... quite a painting.
Grossberg:
Ahah! You noticed! It's my pride and joy! Impressive, isn't it? Well? ISN'T IT? The color of the sky! The hue of the sea! The weave of the straw hat! It's worth at least three million. I have no intention of parting with it, of course. No, I won't sell it! Not even to you!
Phoenix:
(I wasn't interested...)
Grossberg:
It's not for sale!
Phoenix:
I'm not buying! (Geez!)
Present
Anything
Grossberg:
Very sorry, but I've got nothing to say regarding this matter.
September 6, 3:42 PMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
Hiya.
Maya:
Oh! You're back! Did you find the lawyer?
Phoenix:
Um... well... (What do I tell her?) Well, see... (Just be honest!) I... I really don't think you should use that guy. He... didn't seem healthy. He was all skin and bones!
Maya:
... What really happened?
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
You don't mean... He refused to help?
Phoenix:
Urp.
Maya:
... I see. I've been abandoned, then.
After clearing "Your mother's enemy" Talk option:
Maya:
Just a little longer now before the state-appointed lawyer comes, I guess...
Phoenix:
... (4:00 PM. Time's up. What should I do? Do I just leave her and go home...?)
Go home
Phoenix:
(There's nothing left here for me to do... She'll be better off with a state-appointed lawyer.) I think I'd better get home now.
Maya:
Good-bye.
Phoenix:
It was a few days later when I found out how the story ended. The result of the trial was in the newspaper. "Guilty." I'll probably never meet her again. Did I make the right choice? Will I ever know? Mia... if you can hear me, please, tell me! ...
Phoenix:
Not! I can't let that happen! I'm not leaving here until she takes me as her lawyer!
Leads to:
"I've made up my mind! I'm going to defend you whether you want me to or not!"
Defend Maya
Leads to:
"I've made up my mind! I'm going to defend you whether you want me to or not!"
Phoenix:
I've made up my mind! I'm going to defend you whether you want me to or not!
Maya:
! Why?
Phoenix:
Why? Well...
I can't abandon you
Phoenix:
... (No one is as sad as a person without any friends. I know... I've been there. A long time ago. Why did I become a lawyer in the first place...? Because someone has to look out for the people who have no one on their side.) Maya...
Leads to:
"I won't abandon you. You can count on me."
Someone else is the culprit
Phoenix:
You aren't the culprit! Someone else is!
Maya:
H-how do you know?
Phoenix:
I, um, I have a hunch... (Given the evidence, it would be easy to assume that Maya was the killer. But there's something about this whole thing that smells... fishy. That witness's strange behavior... was that all an act? And the way that lawyer refused to help out Maya... But more than all that, she has no one left to help her! Nothing is more sad, or more lonely than that. I know... I've been there. A long, long time ago. Why did I become a lawyer in the first place...? Because someone has to look out for the people who have no one on their side.) Maya...
Leads to:
"I won't abandon you. You can count on me."
I don't know why
Phoenix:
To be honest, I don't know.
Maya:
You don't know?
Phoenix:
(Is this girl sitting in front of me the killer? All the evidence seems to say "yes." But there's something about this whole thing that smells... fishy. That witness's strange behavior... was that all an act? And the way that lawyer refused to help out Maya... But more than all that, she has no one left to help her! Nothing is more sad, or more lonely than that. I know... I've been there. A long, long time ago. Why did I become a lawyer in the first place...? Because someone has to look out for the people who have no one on their side.) There's only one thing I know for certain.
Leads to:
"I won't abandon you. You can count on me."
Phoenix:
I won't abandon you. You can count on me.
Maya:
... That's so kind of you... *sniff*... ...
Phoenix:
Well! Let's fight this one and get you out of here!
Maya:
R-right! Thank you!
Phoenix:
(Whew, she smiled at last. She looks like an entirely different person!) One last question... You are innocent, right?
Maya:
Yes! And I trust you... So you trust me, too, okay?
Phoenix:
It's a deal. (So, what next... There's something that's been bugging me... Just what was inside that strange woman's drawer? It was when I tried to look into the drawer that she got all defensive. There has to be something in there!)
Gatewater Hotel - Room 303
Bellboy:
Good afternoon, sir!
Phoenix:
Excuse me, you are...?
Bellboy:
Ah, I beg your pardon, sir! I am the bellboy of this establishment, at your service, sir.
Phoenix:
Oh, right.
Bellboy:
I've just come up to deliver room service, sir.
Phoenix:
Um... do you know where Miss May might be?
Bellboy:
Ah. I believe our guest Miss May is currently using the, er, facilities...? If you've no need of anything, I'll be taking my leave. Please, stay as long as you like. Enjoy...
Phoenix:
Yeah... Wait... no! Hey! ... (Why does it seem like every time I come here, I end up embarrassing myself? Wait... now's my chance to snoop around a bit!)
Bellboy:
Ah, I almost forgot!
Phoenix:
Gah! Y-you came back quick!
Bellboy:
Might I ask you to inform Miss May that there is a message for her? Please tell her that Mr. White, of Bluecorp phoned.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. Sure. (Mr. White... of Bluecorp? Where have I heard that name?)
Maya:
White... That was his name. My sister told me.
Phoenix:
("White" was the name of the guy who ruined Mia and Maya's mother! Could it be a coincidence?)
Examine
Open drawer
Leads to:
"There's a screwdriver sticking out of that half-open drawer."
Phoenix:
There's a screwdriver sticking out of that half-open drawer. Now's my chance to see what's inside! ...! What do we have here! A... wiretap? Hmm! What would a woman like her be doing with a thing like this?
Wiretap added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
There is definitely something suspicious about this "Miss May"! Why would she have something like this in her hotel room? There's a story behind all this, I know it! Alright... I'll be using this bit of evidence in tomorrow's trial, that's for sure. For Maya's sake... I'll get to this woman's bottom! Wait... I mean ... you know what I mean.
April:
Oh, bellboy...? Still there?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, time to scram! I look forward to tangoing with you tomorrow, Miss May! In court!)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Turnabout Sisters
Transcript
Transcript (JP)
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
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September 7, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 1
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Maya Fey.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor. (Miles Edgeworth... I'd better not show any signs of weakness today, or he'll be on me in an instant.)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. Please give the court your opening statement.
Edgeworth:
Thank you, Your Honor. The defendant, Ms. Maya Fey, was at the scene of the crime. The prosecution has evidence she committed this murder... and we have a witness who saw her do it. The prosecution sees no reason to doubt the facts of this case, Your Honor.
Judge:
I see. Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth. Let's begin then.
Edgeworth:
You may call your first witness.* ([sic]; changed to If we may call our first witness, Your Honor in the iOS and 3DS remakes) The prosecution calls the chief officer at the scene, Detective Gumshoe!
Edgeworth:
Witness, please state your name and profession to the court.
Gumshoe:
Sir! My name's Dick Gumshoe, sir! I'm the detective in charge of homicides down at the precinct, sir!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. Please, describe for us the details of this murder.
Gumshoe:
Very well, sir! Let me use this floor map of the office to explain. The body was found by this window, here.
Edgeworth:
And the cause of death?
Gumshoe:
Loss of blood due to being struck by a blunt object, sir! The murder weapon was a statue of "The Thinker" found next to the body, sir! It was heavy enough to be a deadly weapon, even in a girl's hands, sir!
Judge:
The court accepts the statue as evidence.
Phoenix:
(They're still calling it a "statue"...)
Floor plans added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
Now, Detective...
Gumshoe:
Y-yes sir!
Edgeworth:
You immediately arrested Ms. Maya Fey, who was found at the scene, correct? Can you tell me why?
Gumshoe:
Yes sir! I had hard evidence she did it, sir!
Judge:
Hmm. Detective Gumshoe, Please testify to the court about this "hard evidence."
Witness Testimony
-- Maya Fey's Arrest --
Gumshoe:
As soon as the phone call came in, I rushed to the scene!
There were two people there already:
The defendant, Ms. Maya Fey, and the lawyer, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
I immediately arrested Ms. Maya Fey!
Why? We had a witness account describing her!
The witness saw Ms. Maya Fey at the very moment of the murder!
Judge:
Hmm... The very moment, you say. Very well. Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor. (Cross-examine what...? I couldn't see a single contradiction in that testimony...)
...whoosh...SMACK!
Phoenix:
(Hey! Maya just threw something at me... What's this? "When my sister couldn't find any contradictions in a witness's testimony she would bluff it and press the witness on every detail! The witness always slips up and says something wrong... It worked lots of times!" Heh... I should have expected Maya would know some of her sister's tricks! Alright. Let's give this a try!)
Judge:
Something the matter?
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor. I'd like to begin my cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Maya Fey's Arrest --
Gumshoe:
As soon as the phone call came in, I rushed to the scene!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Who did you say you got a call from?
Gumshoe:
Hey pal, don't play dumb! You know who! The call was from a customer at the Gatewater Hotel, right across from the crime scene!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... okay, I pressed. Not sure it did much, though.) Right. Please continue.
Gumshoe:
There were two people there already:
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, how long would you say it took, between you receiving the call, and your arrival at the scene of the crime?
Gumshoe:
Hmm, right... I'd say it was about 3 minutes!
Phoenix:
Th-that's pretty fast!
Gumshoe:
Our motto this month is "quick response"! That's how I got there before the killer got away!
Edgeworth:
Indeed! So, tell us who the two people you found on the scene were.
Gumshoe:
Yes sir!
Gumshoe:
The defendant, Ms. Maya Fey, and the lawyer, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely sure it was us?
Gumshoe:
Listen pal, your dumb act will only get you so far! With her funky hippie clothes and your spiky hair? You two stand out like... like suspicious people at a crime scene!
Phoenix:
(Well... he does have a point about her. She is pretty unmistakable. I should pick my points to press with a little more care...)
Gumshoe:
I immediately arrested Ms. Maya Fey!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why's that? What's your reason?
Gumshoe:
Why? We had a witness account describing her!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Hold on just one second!"
Gumshoe:
The witness saw Ms. Maya Fey at the very moment of the murder!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Leads to:
"Hold on just one second!"
Phoenix:
(I can't see a single contradiction in there! I'll just have to take Maya's advice and press him on anything suspicious!)
Phoenix:
Hold on just one second!
Gumshoe:
Y-yeah?
Phoenix:
If I heard correctly... You said you arrested her because you had "hard evidence" she did it, correct?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Did... did I say that? Me?
Phoenix:
I heard you say it!
Judge:
You did say it.
Edgeworth:
You said it.
Phoenix:
Exactly what about this suspicious woman in pink's claim was "hard evidence"!?
Gumshoe:
Wh-what!? Miss May isn't suspicious, and she sure isn't pink, pal! W-well, I guess she is pink...
Judge:
That's enough, Detective Gumshoe. Do you have any more solid proof other than her claims, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Umm...
Phoenix:
(Hmm! I guess pressing can have its advantages!)
Gumshoe:
... Yes.
Phoenix:
(Gah!)
Gumshoe:
Sorry, I got the order of things mixed up in my testimony, Your Honor Sir! There was something I should have told you about first, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well, Detective. Let's hear your testimony again.
Witness Testimony
-- Hard Evidence --
Gumshoe:
After securing the suspect, I examined the scene of the crime with my own eyes.
I found a memo written on a piece of paper next to the victim's body!
On it, the word "Maya" was written clearly in blood!
Lab test results showed that the blood was the victim's!
Also, there was blood found on the victim's finger!
Before she died, the victim wrote the killer's name!
How you like that? That's my "hard evidence"!
Judge:
Hmm... Before we begin cross-examination, I have a question for you, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Y-Your Honor?
Judge:
Why didn't you testify about this vital piece of evidence the first time!?
Gumshoe:
Ah... eh... I know. I'm real embarrassed I forgot about it, Your Honor Sir.
Judge:
Try to be more careful! Very well, the defense may begin its cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Hard Evidence --
Gumshoe:
After securing the suspect, I examined the scene of the crime with my own eyes.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And did you find any evidence?
Gumshoe:
Now, now, don't jump the gun on me, pal. Just listen. I'm getting to the good part!
Phoenix:
(I got a bad feeling about this...)
Gumshoe:
I found a memo written on a piece of paper next to the victim's body!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Just because you found it next to the body doesn't mean the victim wrote it!
Gumshoe:
Ho hoh! Then who did write it, smarty-pants?
Phoenix:
Wh-who? Um...
The killer
Phoenix:
Th-the killer! Anyone can see that!
Gumshoe:
Hoh. You're saying the killer wrote her OWN name!? Buddy, please!
Phoenix:
She was framed!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hold on. If that's the case, where's your evidence?
Phoenix:
Ah... (Urk!)
Edgeworth:
Hah! I guess that was a bit of a tall order for you. Those without evidence shouldn't open their mouths, Mr. Wright.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal!
Phoenix:
(Argh...!)
Leads to:
"Well, Detective? Tell us what was written on that memo you found."
Miss May
Phoenix:
Well... it could have been the witness, Miss May!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hold on. The witness was in her hotel room, not the office. Try pulling the other leg, Mr. Wright!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and while you're at it, pull mine too, pal!
Phoenix:
(Argh...!)
Leads to:
"Well, Detective? Tell us what was written on that memo you found."
I did
Phoenix:
It... it could have been me!
Gumshoe:
What! S-so it was you!
Phoenix:
No, no, no, I'm just saying it COULD have been me! Can you prove it wasn't?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hold on. So, you admit to this? You admit that you wrote the note?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Edgeworth:
Listen to me, Mr. Wright. This is a court of law, and I expect you to refrain from making thoughtless statements! Amateur!
Phoenix:
(...!)
Leads to:
"Well, Detective? Tell us what was written on that memo you found."
Edgeworth:
Well, Detective? Tell us what was written on that memo you found.
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe!"
Gumshoe:
On it, the word "Maya" was written clearly in blood!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Do you have proof it was Mia who wrote that!?
Gumshoe:
Of course I do, pal!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... he sounded pretty confident. This might not be good...)
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe!"
Gumshoe:
Lab test results showed that the blood was the victim's!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What kind of "tests" were these again?
Gumshoe:
Huh? What kind? Umm... well... I hear they take the, um, little bits in the blood, the... er... hemo... hemogl... Hermo... goblins... hobgob... Er...? Herma-goblin bobbin... I-I refuse to testify on this matter, sir! I'm no expert on blood tests!
Judge:
Yes, that was quite clear. You may continue with your testimony.
Gumshoe:
Th-thanks, pal. I mean Your Honor Sir.
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Y-yeah?
Edgeworth:
I think you can expect a pleasant bonus in your next pay check.
Gumshoe:
Oh? Oh hoh hoh.
Phoenix:
(That was a mess...)
Gumshoe:
Right! Where was I?
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe!"
Gumshoe:
Also, there was blood found on the victim's finger!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
On which hand was the bloody finger, Detective?
Gumshoe:
The right hand!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... she WAS right handed...)
Gumshoe:
Hah hah hah! Nice try!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... I guess it wasn't too hard to see what I was getting at there.)
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe!"
Gumshoe:
Before she died, the victim wrote the killer's name!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe! Do you get a lot of cases where the victim actually writes the killer's name?
Gumshoe:
Sure! It happens all the time in books and the movies!
Phoenix:
This isn't a movie, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Oof!
Phoenix:
Let's talk about reality, shall we?
Gumshoe:
Umm... I guess, I haven't heard of many cases... no.
Phoenix:
Don't you find it a little odd that the victim would write down a name? Especially the name of her own sister?
Gumshoe:
Ah, yeah, actually, you got a point, pal.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Stop right there. The witness's opinion on the matter is irrelevant! The facts are clear: the victim wrote down the name of the accused... The victim told us the name of her killer!
Judge:
Order! Order!
Phoenix:
(That didn't go so well...)
Gumshoe:
Th-that's right! What he said!
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Detective Gumshoe!"
Phoenix:
(That's his whole testimony... Okay, there has to be a contradiction in there somewhere. Let's find it!)
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe! There's one thing I want you to clarify for me here. You say that the victim, Mia Fey, wrote this note. That she was accusing the defendant, Maya Fey? That's really what you're saying?
Gumshoe:
Wh-what? This isn't one of those lawyer tricks, now, is it? Of course she wrote it! Who else could have!?
Phoenix:
You have it backwards, Detective.
Gumshoe:
B-backwards?
Phoenix:
The victim is the only person who absolutely could NOT have written it! This is a report from your department, Detective. "Immediate death due to a blow from a blunt object." She died immediately!
Gumshoe:
But...!
Phoenix:
No "but"-ing your way out of this one, Detective!
Judge:
Order! Order! The defense has a point. Someone who died immediately wouldn't have the time to write anything down.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright. I beg your pardon, but when exactly did you obtain that autopsy report?
Phoenix:
Wh-when...!?
The day of the murder
Phoenix:
I... I'm pretty sure it was the day of the murder.
Gumshoe:
You're wrong there, pal! We didn't write an autopsy report 'til the day after!
Phoenix:
Oh. Right.
Leads to:
"The prosecution's point being...?"
The day after the murder
Phoenix:
It was the day after the murder...
Leads to:
"The prosecution's point being...?"
I forget
Phoenix:
I'm... sorry, I forgot.
Edgeworth:
Hah! Forgot, you say?
Gumshoe:
It was the day after the murder, Your Honor Sir. I was the one who handed it to him myself! Personally!
Phoenix:
Oh. R-right.
Leads to:
"The prosecution's point being...?"
Judge:
The prosecution's point being...?
Edgeworth:
That autopsy report is outdated, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
Wh-what!?
Edgeworth:
A second autopsy was performed yesterday, at my request! "Death was almost immediate due to a blow from a blunt object... But there is a possibility the victim lived for several minutes after the blow." I received these results this morning.
Phoenix:
N-no way!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! It's quite easy to imagine that the victim did have time to write "Maya"! That is all.
Judge:
I see!
Phoenix:
(Damn you, Edgeworth! I should have known you'd have something up your sleeve!)
Edgeworth:
Why, Mr. Wright, you look shocked! Something you want to say?
You're a sham, Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth... I've heard there's nothing you won't do to get your verdict... What reason could you possibly have had to request a second autopsy report?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! The defense will refrain from personal attacks on the prosecution!
Edgeworth:
No matter, Your Honor... Mr. Wright. Say what you will, the evidence in this report is undeniable.
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I submit this report to the court."
The detective's a sham!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe! You're a sham! How could you give me a faulty report!?
Gumshoe:
Huh? I-I thought...
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Urp!
Edgeworth:
I'm disappointed in you, handing him the wrong report like that.
Gumshoe:
Eh...? I... I'm sorry, sir.
Edgeworth:
You are at fault, Detective. This isn't going to look good on your evaluation next month.
Gumshoe:
W-what? B-but... *sigh*
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I submit this report to the court."
I'm a sham!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe. Are you calling me a fool because I believed your report?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Me? I-I'm not... huh?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Urp!
Edgeworth:
I'm disappointed in you, handing him the wrong report like that.
Gumshoe:
Eh...? I... I'm sorry, sir.
Edgeworth:
You are at fault, Detective. This isn't going to look good on your evaluation next month.
Gumshoe:
W-what? B-but... *sigh*
Leads to:
"Your Honor, I submit this report to the court."
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, I submit this report to the court.
Judge:
U-understood. The court accepts the evidence.
Autopsy Report updated in the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
Well, Your Honor? The evidence strongly suggests the victim was identifying the killer.
Judge:
I suppose that's the obvious conclusion, yes.
Phoenix:
(Darn! This isn't good!)
Edgeworth:
The prosecution would like to call its next witness. This poor, innocent girl saw the murder with her own eyes!
Judge:
Let the witness Miss April May take the stand.
Phoenix:
(Exactly what part of her is "innocent"...?)
Edgeworth:
Witness, your name, please.
April:
April May! At your service! *wink*
Judge:
Order! An introduction should not require any reaction from the crowd! The witness will refrain from wonton * ([sic]; changed to wanton in the 3DS remake) winking!
April:
Aww... Yes, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(This is not good... She's already captured the heart of every man in the court!)
Edgeworth:
Tell us, where were you on the night of September 5, when the murder occurred?
April:
Um... gee... I was, like, in my hotel room? Tee hee. I checked in right after lunch.
Edgeworth:
And this hotel is directly across from the Fey & Co. Law Offices?
April:
Mmm... that's right, big boy.
Judge:
Please testify to the court about what you saw.
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
April:
It was, like, 9:00 at night. I looked out the window, y'know!
And then, oooh! I saw a woman with long hair being attacked!
The one attacking her was the mousey girl sitting in the defendant's chair!
Then the woman, like, dodged to one side and ran away!
But that girl, she caught up to her and... and... She hit her!
Then the woman with long hair...
She kinda... slumped.
The end. That's all I saw. Every little bitsy witsy! *wink*
Judge:
Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
I see. It is a remarkably solid testimony. I don't see a need to trouble the witness any...
Phoenix:
W-wait, Your Honor!
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
What about my cross-examination!?
Judge:
I thought the witness's testimony just now was quite... firm. Didn't you?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright... I understand you were Ms. Mia Fey's understudy, were you not? You must know her techniques well. Her cowardly way of finding tiny faults in perfectly good testimonies...
Phoenix:
H-hey! How dare you!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Will you cross-examine the witness?
Yes, I'm doing it
Phoenix:
I'll gladly proceed with the cross-examination. (If only because I have a feeling Edgeworth doesn't want me to! She has to have some weakness!)
Leads to:
"Very well, you may begin your cross-examination!"
No thanks
Phoenix:
No... you're right. I guess there wouldn't be much point.
Edgeworth:
Heh heh heh. I'm glad you saw the error of your ways so soon! Your Honor. The prosecution rests its case!
Phoenix:
(Wh-what? That's it!?)
Judge:
Very well.
Phoenix:
W-wait! Hold on!
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Wright? Changed your mind? Will you cross-examine the witness?
Phoenix:
Yes yes yes! (I'd better, or I'll lose on the spot!)
Leads to:
"Very well, you may begin your cross-examination!"
Judge:
Very well, you may begin your cross-examination!
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
April:
It was, like, 9:00 at night. I looked out the window, y'know!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you do that?
April:
Huh? "Why"? Like, why what?
Phoenix:
Why did you look out the window? Were you expecting to see something?
April:
Oh, well, um... gee!
Phoenix:
(What? That's it? She can't get out of this question that easily!)
April:
I sort of, y'know. I had a feeling!
Phoenix:
(Well, I have a feeling she's trying to avoid the question! Maybe I should press a little harder on this one?)
Go for it
Phoenix:
(Let's see how far I can run with this...) Surely, you must have had a reason to look out your window at that time of night!
April:
I... oooh!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright! I will not have you badgering my witness!
Phoenix:
B-badgering?
Edgeworth:
You insist on needling her with these trivial questions. I really don't think it should be allowed.
(Yeah! Yeah! Stop him!)
(The poor girl!)
Judge:
Order! Mr. Wright, you have been warned.
Phoenix:
(Poor girl!? What about poor me!?)
Leads to:
"You looked out the window. What did you see next?"
Back down
Phoenix:
(If I go too deep, I might not come back out alive... I'll back off for now.)
Leads to:
"You looked out the window. What did you see next?"
Edgeworth:
You looked out the window. What did you see next?
April:
And then, oooh! I saw a woman with long hair being attacked!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The woman with long hair... that was Mia Fey?
April:
Um-hmm! Slender, sort of, well, some people might say pretty, if that's your thing.
Phoenix:
(Your... thing?)
Edgeworth:
And the person attacking her?
April:
The one attacking her was the mousey girl sitting in the defendant's chair!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How do you know she was the defendant?
April:
Huh? Well... y'know! S-she had a girlish physique. Women know these things. Look... I-I just know, okay?
Edgeworth:
There was only one person at the scene of the crime with a short, girlish figure. The testimony is bulletproof, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(He's right...)
Yep, he's right
Phoenix:
(Her testimony certainly does make sense... And everyone in the court keeps siding with her. I'd better not press too hard on this one.)
Edgeworth:
So then, tell us what happened to the victim.
I question the testimony
Leads to:
"Hold on a minute! That testimony stinks!"
April:
Then the woman, like, dodged to one side and ran away!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
She "dodged"? Dodged what!?
April:
Well... the attack!
Edgeworth:
Please, continue your testimony.
April:
But that girl, she caught up to her and... and... She hit her!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How did you know it was my client!?
April:
Huh? Well, I... gee! First of all, she had a girl's physique! And, and secondly, she was... she was small! Who else could it be but her!
Phoenix:
(She has a point...)
You're right
Phoenix:
(Her testimony certainly does make sense... And everyone in the court keeps siding with her. I'd better not press too hard on this one. Maybe I should just listen to the testimony again.)
I question your testimony
Leads to:
"Hold on a minute! That testimony stinks!"
Phoenix:
(Hmm... that's it? Nothing really jumps out as a contradiction... There's got to be something in there somewhere! Maybe I'd better just press her on the facts a bit!)
Phoenix:
Hold on a minute! That testimony stinks!
April:
W-what!?
Phoenix:
Miss May, I'm willing to bet that...
You saw nothing
Phoenix:
Did you really see the defendant at all!?
Leads to:
"Urp!"
You're lying
Phoenix:
Are you telling the truth? Did you really see the defendant!?
Leads to:
"Urp!"
April:
Urp!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What's the meaning of this?
April:
Yes, what is the meaning! Somebody tell me because I'm clueless! About this, I mean!
Phoenix:
Okay... If you had really witnessed my client, Maya Fey... You would have noticed her clothes before noticing her physique!
April:
...!
Phoenix:
No one wears clothes like this on a daily basis! Except her! And I'm no expert on fashion, but her hairdo looks far from normal to me! However, the witness's testimony mentions neither of these things! The testimony is bogus!
April:
But... but!
Judge:
Still, we don't know if she was dressed that way the night of the murder...
Phoenix:
She was, Your Honor! I saw her. And so did Detective Gumshoe! What do you say to that, Miss May?
April:
Rowr! What are you trying to say, you mean lawyer! I-I saw what I saw. I... just didn't think all the trifling little details were necessary, darling.
Judge:
Miss May. The court would like to remind you to please omit nothing in your testimony.
April:
I'm sorry, Your Honor. I'll be a good girl. I promise. *wink*
Judge:
Your testimony again, if you would.
Phoenix:
(Damn, I almost had her!)
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
April:
I did see everything! I did!
The victim--the woman--dodged the first attack and ran off to the right.
Then the girl in the hippie clothes ran after her...
And she hit her with that weapon! I saw it! I did!
That... that clock! Um... the kinda statue-y clock? "The Thinker," I think?
Well? Does the accuracy of my report not startle you? Tee hee!
Judge:
I... see. I only wish you had been so detailed from the beginning. Please begin the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
April:
I did see everything! I did!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So, you saw me then, too?
April:
Of course! I'd remember that spiky hair anywhere!
Phoenix:
(Spiky...?)
Judge:
The witness will refrain from personal attacks on the defense attorney.
April:
Aww, was I a bad girl? I'm sowwy.
Judge:
Very well... continue.
April:
The victim--the woman--dodged the first attack and ran off to the right.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Is that "right" as in your right, as you looked from the hotel?
April:
Um... which hand do I hold my knife in again...? Right! It was my right hand! Right?
Edgeworth:
Satisfied, Mr. Wright? Please continue.
April:
Then the girl in the hippie clothes ran after her...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How convenient for you to remember her "hippie" clothes!
April:
That's what you--I mean, that's what she was wearing! Oh, and her hair was all done up like a bun!
Phoenix:
(*sigh*...)
Judge:
What happened then?
April:
And she hit her with that weapon! I saw it! I did!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Where did this weapon come from?
April:
She picked it up from the desk!
Judge:
I see. What sort of weapon was it?
April:
That... that clock! Um... the kinda statue-y clock? "The Thinker," I think?
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A... clock? (Didn't this come up in another testimony recently...?)
April:
W-well? Don't look so sour, Mr. Lawyer. You can't win them all.
Phoenix:
(No... but I have a feeling I'm on to something now!)
Present The Thinker
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Miss May."
Phoenix:
(Her previous testimony must have been what Edgeworth wanted her to say... So this was the testimony in her own words...? Time to press and squeeze the truth out of her! Figuratively, of course.)
Phoenix:
Miss May. What you said just now was quite... revealing.
April:
Revealing? Oooh, you'd like that, wouldn't you. Naughty Mr. Lawyer...
Phoenix:
You just said that this statue of "The Thinker" was a clock. But there's no way of knowing that just by looking at it!
April:
Urp!
Phoenix:
Another person in much the same position as you recently called this a "clock," too... And he was found guilty... of murder!
Judge:
Order! Order!
Phoenix:
Miss May. Can you explain how you know this was a clock?
April:
Oooh... urp!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The witness saw the murder with her own eyes! That's all that's important here! The defense is trying to confuse the issue with trivial concerns!
Judge:
Yes... yes, of course. You will withdraw your question, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But questions are all I have, Your Honor! And as you may recall, I've caught murderers with these questions before! (Well, only once...)
Judge:
... ... Objection sustained. You may continue to question the witness.
Phoenix:
(Whew, that was close. If he stopped me there, the trial would be over!)
April:
Huh? What? So... what happens now?
Phoenix:
What happens now is you answer my question! How did you know it was a clock?
April:
What...! Th-that's... ...Because... I heard it? Yes! I heard it say the time!
Phoenix:
So, you've been to the law offices of Fey & Co.!
April:
N-n-no! Hey, I didn't say that! Why would I go there! I heard from my hotel room. Hee hee!
Edgeworth:
The law offices of Fey & Co., where the murder took place, are very close to the hotel. She could easily have heard the clock!
Judge:
Hmm. Well, Mr. Wright? Are you satisfied?
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor! (I can't give up now!) I'm not satisfied because...
She couldn't have heard it
Phoenix:
You were at the hotel! There's no way you could have heard a clock go off in the building next door!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You have proof that she could not?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Edgeworth:
Amateurs, amateurs. Listen to me, Mr. Wright. In the courtroom, proof is everything. Without it, you have nothing. You ARE nothing.
Phoenix:
Then I would like to propose a test to see if she really could have heard...
Edgeworth:
The prosecution denies your request!
Phoenix:
Wh-what!? On what grounds?
Edgeworth:
This is a trivial matter with no direct bearing on the case at hand!
Judge:
Indeed. Objection sustained.
Phoenix:
(Damn! Time to switch directions... quick!)
Judge:
Ready to proceed, Mr. Wright?
Leads back to:
"No, Your Honor!"
It couldn't have rung
Leads to:
"Your Honor, members of the court..."
Phoenix:
Your Honor, members of the court... It is inconceivable that the clock in question rang!
It's empty
Phoenix:
That clock is missing its clockwork!
Judge:
H-how could you possibly...?
Phoenix:
Just have a look... As soon as you can!
Judge:
... Oh!
Phoenix:
See anything interesting, Your Honor?
Judge:
It is as the defense says!
Leads to:
"This clock is missing its clockwork!"
It's broken
Phoenix:
I-I think it's broken! That clock's busted!
Judge:
You "think"?
Phoenix:
J-just look at it! Your Honor, please examine the clock!
Judge:
Hmm... Oh!
Phoenix:
See anything interesting, Your Honor?
Judge:
Well, I'm not sure I would call this "broken," but I doubt it could ring...!
Leads to:
"This clock is missing its clockwork!"
The batteries are dead
Phoenix:
The batteries on that clock must be dead!
Judge:
"Must be," Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Your Honor, if you would inspect the clock...!
Judge:
Hmm... very well. ... Oh!
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor? Are they...?
Judge:
This clock has graver problems than dead batteries!
Leads to:
"This clock is missing its clockwork!"
Judge:
This clock is missing its clockwork! It's quite empty! Mr. Wright! Would you care to explain to the court the meaning of this?
Phoenix:
It is as you can see. The "clock" was empty. It couldn't have rung! Therefore, this witness... is a big, fat liar!
April:
F-fat!?
Phoenix:
Well, Miss May?
Edgeworth:
Tsk tsk.
Phoenix:
?
Edgeworth:
Quite a show you've put on for us, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(He knew the clock was empty! Somehow... he knew!)
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid you've forgotten one thing, however. Indeed, the clock is empty. As you say... it can't ring. However, we must ask: when was the clockwork removed? If it was after the witness heard the clock, then there is no contradiction!
Judge:
! Hmm! That's true. That is a possibility. The clock might have been emptied after she heard it.
Edgeworth:
And that is exactly what happened, Your Honor!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Can you prove when the clockwork was removed?
Edgeworth:
Ho hoh! Impossible, of course...
Phoenix:
I have proof.
Edgeworth:
W-what!?
Phoenix:
Wasn't it you who told me "proof is everything"? Well, I was listening. And now I'll show you the "proof" you like so much! The evidence that proves when the clockwork was removed is...
Present Maya's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Take a look at this!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
What do you say to that?
April:
W-what? I don't rightly understand what that's supposed to mean!
Judge:
I don't rightly understand either.
Edgeworth:
Ho hoh!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... I think I blew it.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please refrain from flippant presentations of evidence in the future.
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"The evidence that proves when the clockwork was removed is..."
Phoenix:
Take a look at this!
Judge:
Hmm. That's a very cute cell phone.
April:
Ooh hoo! You have a girlie phone!
Phoenix:
W-wait! Wait! This isn't my phone! Listen! This is the defendant's cell phone, and it contains a recording... A recording of a conversation she had with the victim on the day of the murder!
Judge:
Order! Order!
Edgeworth:
The defendant's cell phone!? Th-this wasn't brought to my attention!
Phoenix:
Perhaps Detective Gumshoe overlooked it?
Edgeworth:
*grumble* (The good detective better remember he's up for evaluation soon...)
Phoenix:
(My heart goes out to you, Edgeworth. Not.) Let's hear the conversation.
Cellular:
*beep*
...
Maya:
[So you just want me to hold on to "The Thinker" for you, then?]
Mia:
[If you could. Ah... I should probably tell you, the clock isn't talking right now.]
Maya:
[Huh? It's not working? That's lame!]
Mia:
[I had to take the clockwork out, sorry.]
...[September 5, 9:27 AM]
Cellular:
*beep*
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I think this recording makes it clear that the clockwork was already gone... and this was recorded in the morning, before the witness even arrived at her hotel!
April:
Muh... muh... muh!?
Phoenix:
Well, Miss May? Would you care to explain this to the court? Just how did you know that weapon was a clock!?
April:
... W-well...! Well, isn't it o-obvious? I saw that clock before! Um... what store was that again? I-I go to so many! Oops! I forgot! *wink*
Judge:
So the witness had seen it before. That would make sense. Does the defense have any objections, Mr. Wright?
Yes
Leads to:
"The witness claims she had "seen it before.""
No
Phoenix:
Oh right... well, if she had seen it before, I guess... (Wait a second!)
Judge:
Then, the court would like--
Phoenix:
Hold on! P-please wait, Your Honor!
Judge:
Y-yes...? So you do have an objection?
Phoenix:
Um, yes, well...
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Sorry, Your Honor, it's just...
Leads to:
"The witness claims she had "seen it before.""
Phoenix:
The witness claims she had "seen it before." But this directly contradicts a piece of evidence already submitted to this court!
Judge:
Well then, let's see it. Please produce this evidence that will prove the witness had not seen the clock before.
Present The Thinker
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's simple."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Here is undeniable proof!
Edgeworth:
Hah!? Please, this is a court case, not some surrealist performance art piece!
Judge:
Hmm... Perhaps the defense would like to change its mind?
Leads back to:
"Please produce this evidence that will prove the witness had not seen the clock before."
Phoenix:
It's simple. This clock was never in any store, ever!
April:
W-whaaat!?
Phoenix:
A friend of mine made that clock. Only two exist in the world. And the one that isn't here is in police custody!
April:
I-impossible! Everything is sold in stores!
Phoenix:
Miss May, I think it's high time you went shopping for a better excuse...?
April:
Mmpf...
Phoenix:
Oh? Excuses not on sale today?
April:
Oooh? Oh ho ho. Mmmrrrrph! Ooooorrrrrrr ggggghhhhhhh... hhh!!! What's it to you, porcupine-head!? That stupid clock doesn't matter, okay!? She did it! And she should die for it! Die!
Judge:
W-w-whoa! Let's not get ahead of ourselves. T-this is a court of law, and the witness will remain calm!
April:
Hrrrgh... hrrrh... Hrrr... heh. Oh? Oh! Oh? Oh hoh ho! S-silly me! *grunt* Did I, um, like... lose it? I guess I did. Tee hee! *wink*
Phoenix:
(S-scary...)
Judge:
Miss May, let me ask. Tell me, how did you know the weapon was a clock?
April:
...
Judge:
Hmm... oh dear. Does the defense have an opinion on this... behavior?
Phoenix:
(Okay, this is it!) Yes, Your Honor. Allow me to explain how I see the truth of the matter. Miss April May, you knew the weapon was a clock because...
You held it
Phoenix:
(This is familiar territory. I'll just use the same approach as with Larry.) Miss May held that very clock in her hands!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! When was this!?
Phoenix:
When she used it to strike the victim! When else?
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. Wright! What is the meaning of this!?
Phoenix:
April May, you killed Mia Fey, I say! And when you struck, the force of the impact made "The Thinker" ring! That's when you heard it!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
... Tsk tsk. You truly are a work of art, Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
W-what's that supposed to mean!?
Edgeworth:
It was you who just proved that "The Thinker" was empty!
Phoenix:
Oh... (Urk! Of course it wouldn't ring!)
Edgeworth:
What's more, the witness has a rock-solid alibi. Miss May? Perhaps you could explain to the poor, misguided Mr. Wright? You were in the hotel at the time of the murder.
Phoenix:
(S-she can't prove it! She did it!)
April:
It would be MY pleasure!
Phoenix:
N-no way!
April:
Yes way, Mr. Lawyer. Tee hee? Didn't the murder take place at 9:00 at night? Gee, that's the exact time I ordered some room service from the hotel bellboy!
Edgeworth:
Incidentally, the bellboy corroborates the witness's story. Ergo, she was not at the crime scene! Rock solid!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You've just made a serious accusation to a perfectly innocent woman!
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor. (That... didn't go so well. But, if that's the case... Then how did she know "The Thinker" was a clock!? ... Wait!) Your Honor, I figured it out! There is one other way Miss April May could have known it was a clock! One way alone! And I have proof!
Judge:
Well... proof, you say? Then, the court will examine your proof, Mr. Wright. How did the witness know "The Thinker" was a clock?
Present Maya's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The defendant's cell phone.
Judge:
Yes, we've seen that already.
Phoenix:
Take another listen to the conversation between the defendant and victim.
Cellular:
*beep*
...
Maya:
[Mia! What's up? You haven't called in a while.]
Mia:
[Well, actually there's something I want you to hold on to for me.]
Maya:
[Again? What's it this time?]
Mia:
[It's... a clock. It's made to look like that statue, "The Thinker." And it tells you the time!]
...
Judge:
They do mention "The Thinker." But how would the witness know of this conversation? Do you have proof that she knew of the conversation?
Present Wiretap
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Have a look at this."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(Wait... no, this can't be right! I can't afford any mistakes now!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Your evidence, please!
Leads back to:
"Do you have proof that she knew of the conversation?"
Phoenix:
Have a look at this.
April:
Ah! Oooh! Th-that!? Eh heh...
Phoenix:
I found this in Miss May's room.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Please explain to the court what this is!
Phoenix:
Miss April May! You used a wiretap to listen to this conversation! That's how you knew "The Thinker" was a clock! Am I wrong!?
April:
I... I...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, this is ridiculous!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, look at the witness's face? Does she seem amused to you!? The defense demands an answer.
April:
La... laaa... lrrrrgf!
Judge:
Witness, answer the question. Did you tap her phone?
April:
...
Judge:
Miss May!
April:
Shut up, all of you! What gives you the right to talk to ME like that! You... you LAWYER!
......
April:
I-it's no fair! All of you g-ganging up on me like that... Oh, so I'm the bad girl, is that it? Is that it!? Uh... uh... uwaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
(That did it! The court's seen the real Miss April May now! Now to deal the final blow!)
You did it, didn't you?
Phoenix:
Miss May, confess. You did it, didn't you?
April:
Are you out of your mind!? Oh wait, I forgot... you're a lawyer! You must be! At the time of the murder... I was in my hotel room, getting room service! How could I have killed her? If you don't believe me, just ask the bellboy!
Leads to:
"Well, does the defense have anything to say?"
Why the wiretap?
Phoenix:
Miss May... Why did you tap her phone?
April:
...
Phoenix:
Answer the question!
April:
Do I have to? Isn't this a murder trial? Isn't tippity-tapping er... irrelevant?
Phoenix:
(Gah! She's saying exactly what Edgeworth wants her to say.) Miss May. You were tapping the victim's phone! I hardly call that "irrelevant"!
Judge:
While this court does not condone the defense's tone of speech, he has a point. Well, Miss May? Do you have an explanation for the court? Can you prove you had nothing to do with this murder, even though you tapped her phone?
April:
At the time of the murder... I was in my hotel room, getting room service! How could I have killed her? If you don't believe me, just ask the bellboy!
Leads to:
"Well, does the defense have anything to say?"
Present Wiretap
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Have a look at this.
April:
Ah! Oooh! Th-that!? Eh heh...
Phoenix:
I found this in Miss May's room.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Please explain to the court what this is!
Phoenix:
Miss April May? You were tapping the victim, Ms. Mia Fey's phone, were you not?
April:
Oooh. Oooooh!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, This is irrelevant!
Judge:
I'm not entirely sure that it is. Objection overruled. It troubles me that our witness was in possession of a wiretap.
Edgeworth:
This is outrageous! Does the defense truly claim that the witness was tapping her phone?
Phoenix:
Absolutely!
Edgeworth:
Even if that was the case, (which it's not) you still have to prove one thing! Did the victim ever say that the weapon was a clock on the phone? Can you prove that? I THINK NOT!
Phoenix:
Oh yeah? I THINK I CAN! It's simple!
Edgeworth:
WHAAAAT!?
Phoenix:
Here's my proof. The proof that the victim said, on the phone, that the weapon was a clock is...
Present Maya's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I present the defendant's cell phone."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This! I think...
Judge:
That's not going to prove anything, Mr. Wright. I think...
Phoenix:
W-wait! That was just a warm up!
Judge:
Hmm! Okay, once again. And I expect real proof this time!
Leads back to:
"The proof that the victim said, on the phone, that the weapon was a clock is..."
Phoenix:
I present the defendant's cell phone.
Judge:
Yes, we've seen that.
Phoenix:
Listen once more to the conversation between the defendant and the victim.
Cellular:
*beep*
...
Maya:
[Mia! What's up? You haven't called in a while.]
Mia:
[Well, actually there's something I want you to hold on to for me.]
Maya:
[Again? What's it this time?]
Mia:
[It's... a clock. It's made to look like that statue, "The Thinker." And it tells you the time!]
...
Phoenix:
Miss April May! You used a wiretap to listen to this conversation! That's how you knew "The Thinker" was a clock! Am I wrong!?
April:
I... I...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, this is ridiculous!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, look at the witness's face? Does she seem amused to you!? The defense demands an answer.
April:
La... laaa... lrrrrgf!
Judge:
Witness, answer the question. Did you tap her phone?
April:
...
Judge:
Miss May!
April:
Shut up, all of you! What gives you the right to talk to ME like that! You... you LAWYER!
......
April:
I-it's no fair! All of you g-ganging up on me like that... Oh, so I'm the bad girl, is that it? Is that it!? Uh... uh... uwaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
(That did it! The court's seen the real Miss April May now! Now to deal the final blow!)
You did it, didn't you?
Phoenix:
Miss May, confess. You did it, didn't you?
April:
Are you out of your mind!? Oh wait, I forgot... you're a lawyer! You must be! At the time of the murder... I was in my hotel room, getting room service! How could I have killed her? If you don't believe me, just ask the bellboy!
Leads to:
"Well, does the defense have anything to say?"
Why the wiretap?
Phoenix:
Miss May... Why did you tap her phone?
April:
...
Phoenix:
Answer the question!
April:
Do I have to? Isn't this a murder trial? Isn't tippity-tapping er... irrelevant?
Phoenix:
(Gah! She's saying exactly what Edgeworth wants her to say.) Miss May. You were tapping the victim's phone! I hardly call that "irrelevant"!
Judge:
While this court does not condone the defense's tone of speech, he has a point. Well, Miss May? Do you have an explanation for the court? Can you prove you had nothing to do with this murder, even though you tapped her phone?
April:
At the time of the murder... I was in my hotel room, getting room service! How could I have killed her? If you don't believe me, just ask the bellboy!
Leads to:
"Well, does the defense have anything to say?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This evidence reveals the truth of the matter!
Judge:
What does it reveal, exactly?
Edgeworth:
The mad delusions of the defense, perhaps?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, bad reaction. Maybe that wasn't the thing...)
Judge:
I'm afraid it has revealed a certain over-eagerness... Let me ask again:
Leads back to:
"How did the witness know "The Thinker" was a clock?"
You had heard about it
Phoenix:
The witness had never held the clock in her hand! However, she had heard that it was a clock!
Judge:
She "heard"...?
Phoenix:
That is correct, Your Honor. There is no other way she could have known "The Thinker" was a clock! And I can show you the proof!
Judge:
Well, this is interesting. Let's see it, then. Show me evidence proving that the witness had "heard" the murder weapon was a clock.
Present Maya's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
The defendant's cell phone.
Judge:
Yes, we've seen that already.
Phoenix:
Take another listen to the conversation between the defendant and victim.
Cellular:
*beep*
...
Maya:
[Mia! What's up? You haven't called in a while.]
Mia:
[Well, actually there's something I want you to hold on to for me.]
Maya:
[Again? What's it this time?]
Mia:
[It's... a clock. It's made to look like that statue, "The Thinker." And it tells you the time!]
...
Judge:
They do mention "The Thinker." But how would the witness know of this conversation? Do you have proof that she knew of the conversation?
Present Wiretap
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Have a look at this."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(Wait... no, this can't be right! I can't afford any mistakes now!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Your evidence, please!
Leads back to:
"Do you have proof that she knew of the conversation?"
Phoenix:
Have a look at this.
April:
Ah! Oooh! Th-that!? Eh heh...
Phoenix:
I found this in Miss May's room.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Please explain to the court what this is!
Phoenix:
Miss April May! You used a wiretap to listen to this conversation! That's how you knew "The Thinker" was a clock! Am I wrong!?
April:
I... I...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, this is ridiculous!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, look at the witness's face? Does she seem amused to you!? The defense demands an answer.
April:
La... laaa... lrrrrgf!
Judge:
Witness, answer the question. Did you tap her phone?
April:
...
Judge:
Miss May!
April:
Shut up, all of you! What gives you the right to talk to ME like that! You... you LAWYER!
......
April:
I-it's no fair! All of you g-ganging up on me like that... Oh, so I'm the bad girl, is that it? Is that it!? Uh... uh... uwaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
(That did it! The court's seen the real Miss April May now! Now to deal the final blow!)
You did it, didn't you?
Phoenix:
Miss May!
April:
What is it you little shrimp! Talk to me in that tone of voice will you!?
Phoenix:
You killed her, didn't you!
Judge:
Order! There will be order!
April:
What? How can you possibly say that!? Are you mad? A-all I did was a little wiretap... Oops!
Phoenix:
So you admit you tapped her phone!
April:
Heh... heh... hrrah! B-but wait! I didn't do ANYTHING bad like murder! I'm a good girl!
Phoenix:
Really? Can you prove it!? (No way can she prove it!)
April:
You think you're so smart, Mr. Lawyer... But I can prove it! And I will!
Phoenix:
You can't be serious! No way!
April:
Way, I say! Way! Oh, and I assure you I'm serious, Mr. Lawyer! Hmph! Okay? So, the killing happened around 9:00 at night? Why, that's just when I was getting room service from that sweet bellboy...
Phoenix:
R-room service!?
April:
Ice coffee, I believe it was? Ice coffee? You know? Like normal coffee, but COLD. If you don't drink it quick, the ice melts and then you have... regular cold coffee.
Phoenix:
I-ice coffee...!?
April:
Think I'm making this up? Ask the bellboy! *wink*
Edgeworth:
Ergo, the witness was not on the scene at the time of the murder!
Phoenix:
!
Judge:
So, where does that leave us...?
Edgeworth:
It is my great displeasure to inform you... That the witness appears to have been tapping the victim's telephone. However! That is a separate crime, with no bearing on the current case whatsoever! Her testimony stands! She saw the defendant, Maya Fey, commit murder!
Phoenix:
(No! They're going to let her just walk away! There's no way I can win this unless I tie Miss May to the murder somehow...)
Leads to:
"Well, does the defense have anything to say?"
Why the wiretap?
Phoenix:
Why did you tap her phone?
April:
...
Phoenix:
Answer the question!
April:
Do I have to? Isn't this a murder trial? Isn't tippity-tapping er... irrelevant?
Phoenix:
(Gah! She's saying exactly what Edgeworth wants her to say.) Miss May. You were tapping the victim's phone! I hardly call that "irrelevant"!
Judge:
While this court does not condone the defense's tone of speech, he has a point. Well, Miss May? Do you have an explanation for the court? Can you prove you had nothing to do with this murder, even though you tapped her phone?
Phoenix:
(Hah! I'd like to see her pull THAT off!)
April:
Mr. Lawyer, I saw that evil, evil grin! You were probably thinking "I'd like to see her pull THAT off," weren't you!
Phoenix:
(Damn... she's good!)
April:
Well you're not the first man who's thought that! And of course... I can, and will!
Phoenix:
You can't be serious! No way!
April:
Way, I say! Way! Oh, and I assure you I'm serious, Mr. Lawyer! Hmph! Okay? So, the killing happened around 9:00 at night? Why, that's just when I was getting room service from that sweet bellboy...
Phoenix:
R-room service!?
April:
Ice coffee, I believe it was? Ice coffee? You know? Like normal coffee, but COLD. If you don't drink it quick, the ice melts and then you have... regular cold coffee.
Phoenix:
I-ice coffee...!?
April:
Think I'm making this up? Ask the bellboy! *wink*
Edgeworth:
Ergo, the witness was not on the scene at the time of the murder!
Phoenix:
!
Judge:
So, where does that leave us...?
Edgeworth:
It is my great displeasure to inform you... That the witness appears to have been tapping the victim's telephone. However! That is a separate crime, with no bearing on the current case whatsoever! Her testimony stands! She saw the defendant, Maya Fey, commit murder!
Phoenix:
(No! They're going to let her just walk away! There's no way I can win this unless I tie Miss May to the murder somehow...)
Leads to:
"Well, does the defense have anything to say?"
Present Wiretap
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Have a look at this.
April:
Ah! Oooh! Th-that!? Eh heh...
Phoenix:
I found this in Miss May's room.
Judge:
Mr. Wright! Please explain to the court what this is!
Phoenix:
Miss April May? You were tapping the victim, Ms. Mia Fey's phone, were you not?
April:
Oooh. Oooooh!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, This is irrelevant!
Judge:
I'm not entirely sure that it is. Objection overruled. It troubles me that our witness was in possession of a wiretap.
Edgeworth:
This is outrageous! Does the defense truly claim that the witness was tapping her phone?
Phoenix:
Absolutely!
Edgeworth:
Even if that was the case, (which it's not) you still have to prove one thing! Did the victim ever say that the weapon was a clock on the phone? Can you prove that? I THINK NOT!
Phoenix:
Oh yeah? I THINK I CAN! It's simple!
Edgeworth:
WHAAAAT!?
Phoenix:
Here's my proof. The proof that the victim said, on the phone, that the weapon was a clock is...
Present Maya's Cell Phone
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I present the defendant's cell phone."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This! I think...
Judge:
That's not going to prove anything, Mr. Wright. I think...
Phoenix:
W-wait! That was just a warm up!
Judge:
Hmm! Okay, once again. And I expect real proof this time!
Leads back to:
"The proof that the victim said, on the phone, that the weapon was a clock is..."
Phoenix:
I present the defendant's cell phone.
Judge:
Yes, we've seen that.
Phoenix:
Listen once more to the conversation between the defendant and the victim.
Cellular:
*beep*
...
Maya:
[Mia! What's up? You haven't called in a while.]
Mia:
[Well, actually there's something I want you to hold on to for me.]
Maya:
[Again? What's it this time?]
Mia:
[It's... a clock. It's made to look like that statue, "The Thinker." And it tells you the time!]
...
Phoenix:
Miss April May! You used a wiretap to listen to this conversation! That's how you knew "The Thinker" was a clock! Am I wrong!?
April:
I... I...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, this is ridiculous!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, look at the witness's face? Does she seem amused to you!? The defense demands an answer.
April:
La... laaa... lrrrrgf!
Judge:
Witness, answer the question. Did you tap her phone?
April:
...
Judge:
Miss May!
April:
Shut up, all of you! What gives you the right to talk to ME like that! You... you LAWYER!
......
April:
I-it's no fair! All of you g-ganging up on me like that... Oh, so I'm the bad girl, is that it? Is that it!? Uh... uh... uwaaaaaaah!
Phoenix:
(That did it! The court's seen the real Miss April May now! Now to deal the final blow!)
You did it, didn't you?
Phoenix:
Miss May!
April:
What is it you little shrimp! Talk to me in that tone of voice will you!?
Phoenix:
You killed her, didn't you!
Judge:
Order! There will be order!
April:
What? How can you possibly say that!? Are you mad? A-all I did was a little wiretap... Oops!
Phoenix:
So you admit you tapped her phone!
April:
Heh... heh... hrrah! B-but wait! I didn't do ANYTHING bad like murder! I'm a good girl!
Phoenix:
Really? Can you prove it!? (No way can she prove it!)
April:
You think you're so smart, Mr. Lawyer... But I can prove it! And I will!
Phoenix:
You can't be serious! No way!
April:
Way, I say! Way! Oh, and I assure you I'm serious, Mr. Lawyer! Hmph! Okay? So, the killing happened around 9:00 at night? Why, that's just when I was getting room service from that sweet bellboy...
Phoenix:
R-room service!?
April:
Ice coffee, I believe it was? Ice coffee? You know? Like normal coffee, but COLD. If you don't drink it quick, the ice melts and then you have... regular cold coffee.
Phoenix:
I-ice coffee...!?
April:
Think I'm making this up? Ask the bellboy! *wink*
Edgeworth:
Ergo, the witness was not on the scene at the time of the murder!
Phoenix:
!
Judge:
So, where does that leave us...?
Edgeworth:
It is my great displeasure to inform you... That the witness appears to have been tapping the victim's telephone. However! That is a separate crime, with no bearing on the current case whatsoever! Her testimony stands! She saw the defendant, Maya Fey, commit murder!
Phoenix:
(No! They're going to let her just walk away! There's no way I can win this unless I tie Miss May to the murder somehow...)
Leads to:
"Well, does the defense have anything to say?"
Why the wiretap?
Phoenix:
Why did you tap her phone?
April:
...
Phoenix:
Answer the question!
April:
Do I have to? Isn't this a murder trial? Isn't tippity-tapping er... irrelevant?
Phoenix:
(Gah! She's saying exactly what Edgeworth wants her to say.) Miss May. You were tapping the victim's phone! I hardly call that "irrelevant"!
Judge:
While this court does not condone the defense's tone of speech, he has a point. Well, Miss May? Do you have an explanation for the court? Can you prove you had nothing to do with this murder, even though you tapped her phone?
Phoenix:
(Hah! I'd like to see her pull THAT off!)
April:
Mr. Lawyer, I saw that evil, evil grin! You were probably thinking "I'd like to see her pull THAT off," weren't you!
Phoenix:
(Damn... she's good!)
April:
Well you're not the first man who's thought that! And of course... I can, and will!
Phoenix:
You can't be serious! No way!
April:
Way, I say! Way! Oh, and I assure you I'm serious, Mr. Lawyer! Hmph! Okay? So, the killing happened around 9:00 at night? Why, that's just when I was getting room service from that sweet bellboy...
Phoenix:
R-room service!?
April:
Ice coffee, I believe it was? Ice coffee? You know? Like normal coffee, but COLD. If you don't drink it quick, the ice melts and then you have... regular cold coffee.
Phoenix:
I-ice coffee...!?
April:
Think I'm making this up? Ask the bellboy! *wink*
Edgeworth:
Ergo, the witness was not on the scene at the time of the murder!
Phoenix:
!
Judge:
So, where does that leave us...?
Edgeworth:
It is my great displeasure to inform you... That the witness appears to have been tapping the victim's telephone. However! That is a separate crime, with no bearing on the current case whatsoever! Her testimony stands! She saw the defendant, Maya Fey, commit murder!
Phoenix:
(No! They're going to let her just walk away! There's no way I can win this unless I tie Miss May to the murder somehow...)
Leads to:
"Well, does the defense have anything to say?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is my evidence!
Judge:
I'm afraid I'm not sure where you are going with all of this, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Um... "where"? Well, it's not so much a place as a... er...
Edgeworth:
Come to the end of your bluff, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
W-wait! Wait! That was, uh, practice! Here's the real evidence!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, this court does not condone the presentation of evidence for "practice." Let's see your evidence, for real this time, Mr. Wright.
Leads back to:
"Show me evidence proving that the witness had "heard" the murder weapon was a clock."
Judge:
Well, does the defense have anything to say?
Phoenix:
Um, well... (Come on, think of something!)
Call the bellboy as a witness
Phoenix:
The defense would like to call the hotel bellboy as a witness! There's something suspicious there, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it!
April:
I think you've sunken quite low enough already.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I object to calling the bellboy!
Phoenix:
W-why? What's your reason?
Edgeworth:
Because I hold that the wiretapping had nothing to do with the killing!
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
However... If you agree to one condition, I'll consent to calling this witness.
Phoenix:
Condition...?
Edgeworth:
If Miss April May's alibi is not called into question after you examine the bellboy... Then you will recognize that Miss April May was not the killer, thus she is innocent! Therefore you must accept the verdict of "guilty" for Ms. Maya Fey! That is my condition.
Phoenix:
(What...!? I'd better find something suspicious in that bellboy's testimony... Otherwise Maya will be declared "guilty" on the spot! What should I do...?)
Accept the condition
Phoenix:
(Alright! I've got nothing to lose! Except for... well, everything!) Understood. I accept your condition.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Fool... You fell right into my trap!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh!) Uh... um, wait...
Leads to:
"Very well! The court calls the hotel bellboy to the stand!"
Give up
Phoenix:
(Grr! I can't accept those conditions!) Very well. The defense will refrain from calling the bellboy as a witness.
Judge:
I see. You may continue your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Right. On with the cross-examination.
Edgeworth:
What exactly do you have left to examine, Mr. Wright? Miss April May has admitted to the wiretap, yes. But that bears no relevance to the case at hand: murder! There's no way you can prove any connection!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh! Think! This can't be the end... but I'm out of evidence!)
Judge:
Then I believe the cross-examination is over. Mr. Edgeworth, does the prosecution have any other witnesses to call?
Edgeworth:
None, Your Honor. She's the last.
Phoenix:
(What!? B-but that means... Maya's guilty...!?) W-wait! Your Honor!
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
The defense would like to call the bellboy after all!
Edgeworth:
... Tsk tsk tsk... As I thought!
Phoenix:
...?
Edgeworth:
May I remind you, dear Mr. Wright. Should you question the bellboy... and Miss April May's alibi prove to be solid... then, by default, your client Ms. Maya Fey will be pronounced "guilty"! Are you prepared to accept my condition?
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... He's got me backed into a corner... But I don't see any other way to take this!) I accept!
Leads to:
"Very well! The court calls the hotel bellboy to the stand!"
Continue examining Miss May
Phoenix:
Right. On with the cross-examination.
Edgeworth:
What exactly do you have left to examine, Mr. Wright? Miss April May has admitted to the wiretap, yes. But that bears no relevance to the case at hand: murder! There's no way you can prove any connection!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh! Think! This can't be the end... but I'm out of evidence!)
Judge:
Then I believe the cross-examination is over. Mr. Edgeworth, does the prosecution have any other witnesses to call?
Edgeworth:
None, Your Honor. She's the last.
Phoenix:
(What!? B-but that means... Maya's guilty...!?) W-wait! Your Honor!
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
The defense would like to call the bellboy after all!
Edgeworth:
... Tsk tsk tsk... As I thought!
Phoenix:
...?
Edgeworth:
May I remind you, dear Mr. Wright. Should you question the bellboy... and Miss April May's alibi prove to be solid... then, by default, your client Ms. Maya Fey will be pronounced "guilty"! Are you prepared to accept my condition?
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... He's got me backed into a corner... But I don't see any other way to take this!) I accept!
Leads to:
"Very well! The court calls the hotel bellboy to the stand!"
Judge:
Very well! The court calls the hotel bellboy to the stand!
Edgeworth:
I believe we're ready for the witness to testify. He certainly does look like a bellboy.
Bellboy:
Yes, sir. I received your summons in the middle of work, sir. I'm happy to be of service.
Judge:
That tea set looks rather heavy, so without further ado, the witness may begin his testimony.
Bellboy:
Very good, sir!
Witness Testimony
-- Miss May's Room Service --
Bellboy:
I am the head bellboy at the fine Gatewater Hotel, in business for four generations!
I believe I received a call after 8:00 in the evening from our guest, Miss May.
She asked for an ice coffee to be brought to her at 9:00, on the dot, sir.
I brought it to her at precisely the requested time, of course.
And I delivered the ice coffee to our guest Miss May, herself.
Judge:
I see. The defense may begin its cross-examination.
Phoenix:
R-right! I'm ready. (I hope... This is it... If I can't prove Miss May was involved with the murder now... Maya will be finished!)
Cross Examination
-- Miss May's Room Service --
Bellboy:
I am the head bellboy at the fine Gatewater Hotel, in business for four generations!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What exactly is it you do at the hotel?
Bellboy:
Why, anything required of me, sir. I check in guests, I check out guests. I clean rooms, I make beds. I even deliver room service, sir. I checked Miss May in personally.
Phoenix:
Are you always so... so prim?
Judge:
Mr. Wright. You will refrain from asking frivolous questions...
Bellboy:
I believe I received a call after 8:00 in the evening from our guest, Miss May.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure it was Miss May on the phone?
Bellboy:
Absolutely, sir.
Phoenix:
H-how can you be so certain!?
Bellboy:
I checked Miss May in personally, sir. Not only did I see her in all her stunning radiance, but I also heard her voice. And then I saw THEM, and I... Ahem. Er... ahem! The point being, I remembered her quite well, sir.
Judge:
Yes, what then?
Bellboy:
She asked for an ice coffee to be brought to her at 9:00, on the dot, sir.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
9:00 "on the dot," you say?
Bellboy:
Yes. I confirmed that detail several times. She was watching a program on the TV, and wished to drink after she finished, sir.
Phoenix:
(9:00... the time of the murder!)
Bellboy:
I brought it to her at precisely the requested time, of course.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Precisely" 9:00, then?
Bellboy:
Precisely, exactly, and most definitely, sir, 9:00 PM.
Phoenix:
How can you be so sure!?
Bellboy:
Miss May was quite insistent that it be brought then. "Oh, bellboy? Tee hee! I'd like, like, ice coffee at exactly 9:00!" Something like that, sir. Therefore, I knocked on her door at the crack of 9:00, sir.
Phoenix:
(Why would she be so particular about the time?)
Bellboy:
And I delivered the ice coffee to our guest Miss May, herself.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You are sure it was Miss April May herself?
Bellboy:
Ab-SO-lutely, sir.
Phoenix:
"Ab-SO-lutely"...?
Bellboy:
Yes, sir. As in, "so very absolutely," sir. It's an endearing mannerism of mine.
Phoenix:
How come you're so very certain!?
Bellboy:
Well, when I brought the room service, sir... S-she... the guest, sir, favored me w-with a, um, an "embrasser," sir.
Phoenix:
"Embrasser"!? Is that French for "embrace"?
Bellboy:
It's French for "kiss," sir. But not a french kiss, sir! More of a peck on the cheek.
Phoenix:
Wh-why would she have done that...?
Bellboy:
I believe, perhaps, she was momentarily swayed by my prim demeanor, sir. It was a moment I shall never, ever forget, sir.
Phoenix:
(Sounds pretty fishy to me... I think our Miss May was up to something and wanted the bellboy to remember her!)
Phoenix:
(This bellboy wouldn't have any reason to lie... But I have to find something to use in his testimony! One more time. I'll press him until he spills the beans... or his tea!)
After pressing fourth and fifth statements:
Phoenix:
... It's no good! (There's nothing there! Is... is that it!?)
Edgeworth:
Tsk tsk. Finally, you understand. This bellboy has absolutely no reason to lie! Now... If you have any decency, you will end this rather tedious cross-examination here!
Judge:
Hmm. It was a bit tedious. The witness may leave the stand.
Phoenix:
(I can't let this happen... can I?)
Protest
Leads to:
"W-wait! Please wait!"
Give up
Phoenix:
(No...! If I give up now, I lose everything... If I just give up the case, I'd be giving up the very reason I became a lawyer!)
Leads to:
"W-wait! Please wait!"
Phoenix:
W-wait! Please wait!
Judge:
Yes? Does the defense have something to add?
Phoenix:
One last question... let me ask one last question!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, I must object. This charade of justice has gone on long enough!
Judge:
Now, now, Mr. Edgeworth. Alright Mr. Wright. I'll give you one more question, that's all.
Phoenix:
(Okay. This is really it, now. This is my last chance! What do I ask him about...!?)
Check-in
Phoenix:
T-tell me about check-in! Tell me about when you checked-in Miss May.
Bellboy:
Oh, alright. Very well, sir. My first thought was that she was a beautiful, beautiful person. She's just my type of girl, so it was a disappointment, really.
Phoenix:
I see... ? Excuse me... what exactly was a "disappointment"?
Bellboy:
Well, I am not without charm, sir, but even I'd have little chance with her lover there.
Phoenix:
(...! What did he say!?) What did you say!?
Bellboy:
Ah! Oh... er... rather, quite!
Phoenix:
Bellboy! Tell us the truth now... Did Miss May check in with another person?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I object! That was... objectionable!"
Room service
Phoenix:
T-tell me again about er... room service!
Bellboy:
A-again, sir? At exactly 9:00, I delivered room service to Miss May in room 303. The guest had requested ice coffee... $18 was the charge, as I recall.
Phoenix:
I see... ...? E-eighteen dollars? Doesn't that seem a bit expensive?
Bellboy:
Y-yes, well, ice coffee for two, you know. And we don't skimp on the ice, sir.
Phoenix:
(...! What did he say!?) What did you say!?
Bellboy:
Ah! Oh... er... rather, quite!
Phoenix:
Bellboy! Tell us the truth now... Was someone else staying in Miss May's room?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I object! That was... objectionable!"
Bed making
Phoenix:
Bed... bed making! Tell me about making beds that day.
Edgeworth:
I was wondering what you were going to ask, but bed making? A new low!
Judge:
Now, now, Mr. Edgeworth. The witness will answer the defense's question.
Bellboy:
Yes, well, it was quite like any other day's bed making. I changed the sheets, the pillowcases, and then I proceeded to make the bed. I had to bring pillows for two, of course, but they're quite light, you see.
Phoenix:
I see. Thank you. ... (Pillows... for two!?) Bellboy! What did you just say?
Bellboy:
Eh!? Ah, yes, pillows are light... sir?
Phoenix:
Bellboy! Tell us the truth now... Was someone else staying in Miss May's room?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I object! That was... objectionable!"
Edgeworth:
I object! That was... objectionable!
Judge:
... Objection overruled. The witness will answer the question.
Bellboy:
Er... yes, I see.
Phoenix:
Why did you not mention this in your testimony!?
Bellboy:
W-well, sir, you er... you didn't ask!
Phoenix:
(Nice try!) That's the sort of thing you're normally supposed to mention!
Bellboy:
Ah, yes, quite. Indeed... It was the, er, good barrister there, Mr. Edgeworth, who...
Phoenix:
!
Bellboy:
He asked me not to mention it if I wasn't specifically asked, sir.
Edgeworth:
Oof! Y-you fool!
Phoenix:
I've done it... I've won!
Phoenix:
Miss April May checked into a twin room... with a man. Correct?
Bellboy:
Yes, sir.
Phoenix:
Then, when you brought them room service, you didn't see that man in the room...?
Bellboy:
That's right, sir.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Your Honor! We have just learned of another person involved who may have been the murderer! In this new light, I hold that it's impossible to judge the defendant. You agree, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Who! Who is this "other person"!
Phoenix:
Simple, it was...
Miss April May
Phoenix:
None other than Miss April May!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Eh!? Have you heard nothing that has transpired so far!? She has an alibi! She was in the hotel at the time of the murder!
Phoenix:
Oh... right.
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor! Give me one more chance!
Leads back to:
"Simple, it was..."
The man with Miss May
Leads to:
"The man who checked in with Miss May!"
The Bellboy
Phoenix:
It was the bellboy and none other!
Judge:
Well, this comes as some surprise...
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, Mr. Wright... It was the bellboy who confirmed Miss May's alibi... And this in turn confirms the bellboy's alibi! He was in the hotel!
Phoenix:
Well, s-sure... if you put it that way...
Edgeworth:
I do put it that way, and I trust you will too!
Phoenix:
But what if they were in cahoots!
Judge:
You have evidence of this?
Phoenix:
Um... no, Your Honor.
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor! Give me one more chance!
Leads back to:
"Simple, it was..."
Phoenix:
The man who checked in with Miss May!
Edgeworth:
Oof!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! As has been previously revealed, Miss April May was tapping the victim's phone. Yet Miss May herself has an alibi at the time of the murder. However, that does not clear the man that was with her! The bellboy saw no one else in the room at the time of the murder!!!
Edgeworth:
M-my, what a convenient little setup... but it's too late...
Phoenix:
"Too late"? I suppose you'd like it if it was too late, wouldn't you... After all, it was you who hid the presence of the other man from this court!
Edgeworth:
Oof! Upstart... amateur...! T-these accusations are... ludicrous!
Judge:
Enough! The court acknowledges the defense's argument. I expect the prosecution and defense to look into this matter fully! Am I understood?
Edgeworth:
Yes... *gasp* Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
That is all today for the trial of Maya Fey. Court is adjourned!
September 7, 2:24 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Maya:
Mr. Wright! You were amazing in there!
Phoenix:
R-really?
Maya:
I think I might be your newest fan!
Phoenix:
Oh, I was just "doing my job" you know... heh heh.
Maya:
Then again, that other attorney was pretty cool, too...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
That face of his! With his eyes wide, and trembling lips! It sent shivers up my spine!
Phoenix:
Hmm... if you say so.
Maya:
So, what happens with me? Do I get to go home now?
Phoenix:
Well, no. I don't think so. Not yet.
Maya:
Oh... I see.
Phoenix:
But I got a great lead in today's trial!
Maya:
A "lead"?
Phoenix:
That man with Miss May! He's the key!
Maya:
Oh! I get it. What happened to Miss May after that, anyway?
Phoenix:
I heard they arrested her. I guess she's learning her charms won't work everywhere. She's probably at the detention center now. I may have to go down there later. Anyway. This case is far from closed.
Maya:
Yes sir!
Phoenix:
I'm going to find out more about this man.
Maya:
Do you think he was the one who...?
Phoenix:
Maybe so.
Maya:
Sis...
Phoenix:
Don't worry, I'll find him by tomorrow. I promise.
Maya:
I'm counting on you!
Phoenix:
I asked for a full record of April May's testimony. I thought it might come in handy during the trial tomorrow. But now that I have it, I'm not so sure. Most of her testimony was all lies... In fact, there's only one part that got left on the record.
May Testimony added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
I don't know how much good this will do me at all, now. Anyway, time to hit the pavement and do some investigating! Maya doesn't belong in that detention center, and it's up to me to get her free!
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory.
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court see no reason to further prolong the trial. The defense has failed to give the court sufficient reason to doubt the prosecution's claim! This court find the defendant, Ms. Maya Fey...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Turnabout Sisters
Transcript
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September 7, 3:11 PMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
April:
Well hello! I didn't expect anyone to visit me in such a dank place as this... It's really quite... moving. Not! You stinking lawyer! I hope you die! Have you come to laugh? Yes, laugh at the fallen Miss May!
Phoenix:
No, not really, there's something I wanted to ask.
April:
Unfortunately, there is nothing I want to BE asked. Haven't you done enough questioning, you...! Spiky-head!
Phoenix:
(Here we go again...) Please, you're scaring the security guard.
April:
... So? What is it you wish to ask of me, then? Hmm?
Phoenix:
(For starters, how did you get to be so totally whacked!?)
Examine
Security guard
Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He hasn't moved an inch. A real pro, this guy. Or maybe he just doesn't get to see a lot of women like Miss May in here.
Talk
That "man"
Phoenix:
About the man who stayed with you in your hotel room...
April:
...
Phoenix:
Can you tell me about him? Where is he? C'mon...
April:
No way, Jose.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe if I had something to get her to talk...)
The wiretap
Phoenix:
Why did you place a wiretap on Mia's phone?
April:
Aww, when you say it like that it sounds so... cold. So criminal!
Phoenix:
Um... tapping people's phones is a crime, Miss May.
April:
Oh, and I suppose you learned that in Lawyer School, hmm? Creep!
Phoenix:
(This woman is impossible to talk to...)
Your attitude
Phoenix:
Say... Why are you so... angry? I mean, you don't look like a bad person...
April:
Ooh, that does it! Bottom-feeding, scum-sucking lawyer!
Phoenix:
B-bottom...? (I can't tell, does she have a thing against lawyers... or just against me?)
Present
Anything
April:
Hey, guess what. Actually, I, um, really hate your guts. So get lost. Because, well, I'm not cooperating.
Phoenix:
(Thanks, I noticed.)
Move
Fey & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
September 7
Fey & Co. Law Offices
Gatewater Hotel
Leads to:
September 7
Gatewater Hotel
Room 303
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
September 7
Grossberg Law Offices
September 7Fey & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Looks like forensics is taking the day off today. Detective Gumshoe's nowhere in sight. The police really gave this place a working over. I doubt there are any valuable clues left. Suppose it can't hurt to take a look around, though.
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
You couldn't cram more legal books in here, even if you wanted to. All the cases that the chief worked on are filed here. Hmm. Are some of the files missing...? Nah, I'm imagining things.
September 7Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
(Huh. Looks like Grossberg is out today... again. Maybe he's avoiding me for some reason?)
Examine
Photographs on desk
Phoenix:
What's this? Old photos? There are two lying here. Something's been written in pencil on the backs. "DL-6 Incident - Exhibit A," "DL-6 Incident - Exhibit B"... Let's take a look at these...
"DL6 Incident - Exhibit A"
Phoenix:
... I'm sure I've seen this person somewhere... Perhaps I'll borrow this photo. I'm sure no one will miss just one little photo. And it might be a valuable clue... I'll take it for now.
Photograph quietly added to the Court Record.
"DL6 Incident - Exhibit B"
Phoenix:
Why would Grossberg have a picture of this man...? This might be a valuable clue... I'll take it for now. I'm just borrowing it. I'll return it later.
Photograph quietly added to the Court Record.
Leave them alone
Phoenix:
I don't need it now, whatever it is. If I ever run out of clues, I'll know where to find these. (Although I can't be sure the photos will still be here then...)
Photographs on desk (after taking one)
Phoenix:
A photo lies on the desk. Maybe I should switch it with the one I took?
Swap photos
Phoenix:
I think I'll swap them...
Photograph added to the Court Record.
Leave it alone
Phoenix:
No, on second thought, I'd better not.
Vacant wall
Phoenix:
Wait a second... Wasn't there a giant painting hanging on that wall...? Yeah... yeah, it was a painting of...
Sunflowers
Leads to:
"Wasn't it? It wasn't a very memorable painting, anyhow."
Marvin Grossberg
Leads to:
"Wasn't it? It wasn't a very memorable painting, anyhow."
Fishermen
Leads to:
"Wasn't it? It wasn't a very memorable painting, anyhow."
Phoenix:
Wasn't it? It wasn't a very memorable painting, anyhow.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
"YOU AGAIN!?"
Detention Center
April:
YOU AGAIN!? Can't you take a hint and stay gone?
Phoenix:
Hey, the only reason I'm back here is because YOU won't talk to me!
April:
Oh, so it's MY fault now? You don't just have spiky hair, you also have a spiky heart.
Phoenix:
(That does it. When this case is done I'm shaving my head.)
Talk
That "man"
Phoenix:
About the man who stayed with you in your hotel room... Can you tell me about him? Where is he?
April:
I'm not telling!
Phoenix:
Look, he's being accused of murder! I don't think you want to be protecting him.
April:
Hmm. Would you have sold out the late Ms. Fey to the cops?
Phoenix:
No.
April:
See?
Phoenix:
(Damn! Hmm... maybe if I had something to get her to talk...)
Present
Photograph (A)
Phoenix:
Any thoughts about this photograph?
April:
... Who's that? Your mother?
Phoenix:
(... *sigh* Looks like I've just been wasting my time.)
Photograph (B)
Phoenix:
Have a look at this.
April:
Look, I've said several times, I'm not telling you... ! Where did you...?
Phoenix:
(Ah hah! A reaction!) This is him, isn't it?
April:
What? Who? When? Why...?
Phoenix:
It IS him. This is the man who stayed in your hotel room the night of the murder!
April:
No! No, that's not right.
Phoenix:
(Nice try, Miss Cooperative.)
April:
D-do you have proof that was him? Hmm? Y-yeah! Proof! Show me proof!
Phoenix:
(I'm so close!)
September 7Gatewater HotelRoom 303
Bellboy:
Ah, welcome, sir! Quite the performance today, if I dare say so myself.
Phoenix:
Oh, um, thanks. Sorry for putting you on the spot like that.
Bellboy:
No, no, not at all, sir! Your efforts today can only help the Gatewater's "rep," as they say.
Phoenix:
Huh? "Rep"?
Bellboy:
Yes! Our reputation will swell as the hotel where the murderer used a wiretap! We can charge a premium for the room, of course. It will be great for business, sir!
Phoenix:
Whoa, whoa! Miss May hasn't been charged with murder.
Bellboy:
I, too, will become famous! "The Bellboy who brought the murderer ice coffee"...!
Phoenix:
(Why do I feel like we're both stuck in the same bad dream...)
Bellboy:
So! You are our honored guest. Please let me know if there is anything I can bring you!
Examine
Flowers
Phoenix:
A vase, as expected. I'm not good with flower names, except maybe tulips and sunflowers.
Open drawer
Phoenix:
Huh? There's still a screwdriver stuck in that drawer!
Bellboy:
Ah, please leave that as it is, sir. That's the "Drawer of Terror, Hiding Place of the Murderer's Wiretap." It's set to become one of the most popular attractions here.
Phoenix:
(This guy's serious! I don't believe it...)
Table
Phoenix:
A bottle and two glasses rest on the table. Why hasn't he cleaned these up by now?
Bellboy:
Ah, I beg your pardon, sir, but if you could please refrain from touching those... It's part of the decor. I call it: "The last drink... before murder!" We'll be famous! The talk of the hotel industry!
Window
Phoenix:
Nice weather again today. I can see the Fey & Co. Law Offices, of course.
Bellboy:
Ah, yes. We plan to install a telescope in that window, of course. Just $5.00 will earn you three minutes of a "view to a kill"!
Phoenix:
...
Bellboy:
J-just kidding, sir. Oh hoh hoh hoh!
Phoenix:
(By that look in his eyes I'd say he was more than serious...)
Talk
Miss May
Phoenix:
About Miss May...
Bellboy:
Oh, her? Sir, not to boast but I knew the moment I saw her... "She'd do it!" I said!
Phoenix:
(Do WHAT!? I'm starting to think the most suspicious person here is this guy!)
The man with May
Phoenix:
I wanted to ask you about the man who was with Miss May...?
Bellboy:
Ah, yes... He struck me as a real "Lady Killer," if you'll pardon the expression. I knew it from the moment I saw him, sir. He and I are of the same ilk. We both carry the scent of... danger.
Phoenix:
(There we are in total agreement, Mr. Psycho Bellboy.)
Bellboy:
If you had a photo of that man, I'm quite sure I could identify him.
Phoenix:
(A photo. Hmm...)
The hotel
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about this hotel?
Bellboy:
Absolutely! And on that subject, I have an excellent idea, sir! Currently, this hotel is known as the "Gatewater." I propose that we add a subtitle!
Phoenix:
A subtitle!?
Bellboy:
The Gatewater Hotel -- Murder Manor --Well? What do you think?
Phoenix:
Um... sounds great! (Whatever floats your tea set...)
Present
Photograph (A)
Phoenix:
What about this photo?
Bellboy:
Well, it's a fine photo, sir. However, the person Miss May was accompanied by was, well, a man.
Phoenix:
(Oh... yeah. Right.)
Photograph (B)
Phoenix:
Take a look at this photo.
Bellboy:
... That's him, Detective.
Phoenix:
Um... I'm the lawyer.
Bellboy:
Oh, I know that! I just wanted to say "Detective" once. You know how it is.
Phoenix:
(No. No I don't.)
Bellboy:
Without a doubt, that is the man who checked in with Miss April May. How about I write an affidavit swearing that that's him!
Phoenix:
An affidavit? (This guy is way too excited about this...)
Have him write it
Leads to:
"Well, sure. Why not?"
Turn him down
Phoenix:
Well thanks, but I don't think that will be necessary.
Bellboy:
Oh? Oh, I see. Well later then, if you need it.
Phoenix:
Well, sure. Why not?
Bellboy:
Yes! I've always wanted to write an affidavit, sir. From hence forth I will be known as the "bellboy who swore the affidavit"!
Phoenix:
Just hurry up and write it.
Bellboy's Affidavit added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Not even Miss May can play dumb to this!)
Photograph (B) (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Sorry to press the matter, but are you sure this is him?
Bellboy:
I, too, am sorry to press the matter, but that is him, Detective!
Phoenix:
Umm... thanks.
Bellboy's Affidavit
Phoenix:
Thanks for this.
Bellboy:
No no no, not at all, sir! I hope you'll use it to take that Miss May down hard, sir! Hard!
Phoenix:
(Why do I sense an unhealthy level of excitement behind that unchanging smile? His tea set is rattling!)
Anything else
Bellboy:
I'm sorry... All I could think about during the trial was the hotel... I wasn't paying much attention to the evidence.
Move
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
"(*sigh* He's out again?)"
Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
(*sigh* He's out again? Huh? No more photos on the desk...)
Detention Center
Present
Photograph (B) (after presenting Bellboy's Affidavit)
Phoenix:
How about this photograph?
April:
You're wasting your time! Miss May's lips are sealed!
Bellboy's Affidavit
Phoenix:
Could you have a look at this?
April:
What's that?
Phoenix:
The bellboy's affidavit! He told us everything he saw. He told us about the man you checked in with. He told us who he was.
April:
...!
Phoenix:
(Now I'm getting somewhere!)
Ease her fears
Phoenix:
(Okay, okay... she's vulnerable now. I should be gentle.) Miss May... It would be easy for me to hand this affidavit to the police.
April:
...
Phoenix:
If they get involved, wouldn't your boss be even more... er... inconvenienced? All I want to do is have a little chat with him. You won't tell me?
April:
... Is that all you have to say?
Phoenix:
Yes.
April:
Id it's so easy for you to "get the police involved," then why don't you? Somehow I think you're not up to it, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Show them a little kindness and they jump all over you! That had the opposite effect to what I hoped...)
April:
Aww. *smirk* Poor little lawyer... And you were so close!
Phoenix:
(This isn't working... I think I've worn out this piece of paper's usefulness.) Dammit!
Discarded the Bellboy's Affidavit.
Phoenix:
(The man in this photo is the one I want! Why did April May not want to talk about it... she must know him!)
Push her hard
Phoenix:
(This is it, all or nothing! Time to do a little bluff.) No use playing dumb! (If, indeed, that's an act.) If you don't talk, I'm taking this photo to the press!
April:
Whaaaaat!?
Phoenix:
Even though he should be a witness to murder, this man is in hiding. I'm sure the press would have a field day with his reputation!
April:
...! Ooooh! Fine! I'll talk! You... you win, Lawyer.
Phoenix:
(Yes! Man, that felt good! It's great to be alive!)
April:
Why are you pumping your fists in the air?
Phoenix:
*cough* Now, tell me about the man you were with.
April:
That man... He's my boss. Redd White, the president of the information gathering conglomerate, Bluecorp.
Phoenix:
(Redd... White?) "Information gathering?"
April:
Well... I suppose you could call them a detective agency.
Phoenix:
Hmm... So this is the man that was with you the night of the murder?
April:
... I'm... I'm scared to talk. I don't want to end up like her!
Phoenix:
(...!) It's okay, I'll just ask Mr. White himself.
Phoenix:
Can you tell me where Bluecorp is located?
April:
...
Phoenix:
(Mr. Redd White, at last! Finally, a lead on this guy! If April May couldn't have done it, that leaves him! Time to take action!)
Discarded the Bellboy's Affidavit.
Move
Gatewater Hotel
Leads to:
"Hmm. The bellboy seems to be out."
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
"(Alright, this is getting ridiculous. Where the heck is that loafer?)"
Bluecorp (if "Push her hard" was selected)
Leads to:
September 7
Bluecorp Inc.
CEO's Office
Gatewater Hotel
Phoenix:
Hmm. The bellboy seems to be out. Huh? The sound of water coming from the shower...
Bellboy:
"La-dee-da! Money-Makin'... Money-Makin'... I got the Money-Makin' bluuuues..."
Phoenix:
Someone seems to enjoy washing the showers.
Examine
Open drawer
Phoenix:
The screwdriver is still stuck in the drawer. I'd better not touch it. No telling what the bellboy would do to me.
Table
Phoenix:
A bottle and two glasses rest on the table. I'd better not touch them. No telling what the bellboy would do to me.
Grossberg Law Offices
Phoenix:
(Alright, this is getting ridiculous. Where the heck is that loafer?)
Grossberg:
*Ah-HHHHEM!*
Phoenix:
(Ah, that old familiar clearing of the throat...)
Grossberg:
Ah hah! You again.
Phoenix:
Um, hello, Mr. Grossberg.
Grossberg:
... Well, well. You were quite the thing, my boy.
Phoenix:
Excuse me...?
Grossberg:
The trial! The trial!
Phoenix:
(He was there...?)
Grossberg:
Reminded me of myself when I was a youth!
Phoenix:
(I guess something got passed down through Mia... maybe?)
Grossberg:
It brings back memories, it does! "Ah... the days of my youth... like the scent of fresh lemon..." you see. ... I apologize.
Phoenix:
?
Grossberg:
I... It was all a bit too much for me, my boy. Seeing you today, I... well, I... ...
Phoenix:
(I appreciate the reminiscing, but I'd much rather you gave me some information!)
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
So you came to see the trial?
Grossberg:
Yes, yes I did. Something was bothering me all last night, you see. I couldn't get a wink of sleep.
Phoenix:
Really? What was that?
Grossberg:
Well, you see, it's just... Mia's sister, that poor girl. My boy, I owe you my thanks, truly. I don't know what I would have done if things had gone poorly for the girl.
Phoenix:
(If you were that worried about it, why didn't you offer to defend her!?)
Your refusal
Phoenix:
I asked before, but, why did you refuse her request for defense? I think I have a right to know.
Grossberg:
A right, Mr. Wright? No, no, I'm sorry. It's just, I need more time to think about it, my boy.
Phoenix:
... (He does seem troubled about something... Maybe I can find something that will inspire him to talk.)
That painting
Phoenix:
The other day I'm sure there was a big, pretentious-looking painting on that wall...
Grossberg:
"Pretentious-looking"...?
Phoenix:
Well... you know the one I mean. Anyway, where did it go?
Grossberg:
Ah, yes, well... I... got rid of it. Got quite tired of the thing, really. I, er, sold it, you see. Yes, that's right.
Phoenix:
(Sold it!? I'm not sure I buy that...) Wasn't that painting rather important to you, sir? Did something happen?
Grossberg:
I don't see how it's any of your business! Please, speak no more of that accursed painting. I didn't... I... *mumble* *mumble*
Any option (after presenting Photograph)
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg...?
Grossberg:
... Ah, my apologies. I need to think about things. Alone.
Phoenix:
(He barely even glanced in my direction...)
Present
Photograph
Phoenix:
Excuse me, I was wondering about this photograph...
If "Ease her fears" was selected
Grossberg:
...! Where did you get that!?
Phoenix:
I borrowed it.
Grossberg:
Well, give it back at once!
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg. Tell me about the man in this photo. He may have been in that hotel room with April May on the night of the murder. Do you know something about him... anything?
Grossberg:
...! Hmm. Ahem! Very well. I'll tell you what I know. However... You didn't hear it from me, if you follow.
Phoenix:
I follow.
Grossberg:
That man is Mr. Redd White. He's the President of Bluecorp.
Phoenix:
(Redd White... Hmm.) Bluecorp... they're something like a detective agency, right?
Grossberg:
They're information pros. They sell information, you see. Sensitive information. Despite his name, Mr. White has the blackest reputation of any man in this country. Should you run across him, watch what you say. You wouldn't want him digging up any dirt on you.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... selling information. Sounds like blackmail.) Can you tell me where Bluecorp is located?
Grossberg:
Hmm... I suppose.
Phoenix:
(Mr. Redd White, at last! Finally, a lead on this guy! Even if April May couldn't have done it, he could have! Time to take action!)
Returned photograph to Mr. Grossberg.
Grossberg:
Now, I must ask you to leave. I need to think about things. Alone.
If "Push her hard" was selected
Grossberg:
Where did you get that!? Give it back at once!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry to have taken it without your knowledge. But... I have to know. Who is this man? He was most likely in April May's room the night of the murder.
Grossberg:
! What's that you say!? A-are you QUITE sure? My boy?
Phoenix:
(What has him so flustered I wonder...?)
Grossberg:
I... I beg your pardon, but I must ask you to leave. I need to be alone.
Phoenix:
(...! He's fallen silent as a stone. A rather large stone. I guess I should return that photo.)
Returned photograph to Mr. Grossberg.
Anything else
Grossberg:
I beg your pardon, but I am not at liberty to speak on the matter.
(if "Ease her fears" was selected, presenting photograph leads to:)
Move
Bluecorp
Leads to:
September 7
Bluecorp Inc.
CEO's Office
September 7Bluecorp Inc.CEO's Office
Phoenix:
... (What's with the surreal décor...?)
???:
Welcome! Please furnish me with the title of your personage!
Phoenix:
(What the...?)
White:
Your name! What's your name? I was just inquirably asking the title that you go by.
Phoenix:
Uh... Wright. Phoenix Wright. ("Inquirably"...?)
White:
Mr. Wright, is it? Right, I see... Splendiferous. Perhaps I have intimidated you with my giantesque vocabulary...?
Phoenix:
(What is this guy's problem!)
White:
I'm Redd White, CEO of Bluecorp. You know, Corporate Expansion Official? My business dealings bring me into contact with the elite of the elite. So I'm afraid I am not used to conversing with the wordily-challenged.
Phoenix:
(What a fruitcake!)
White:
Hmmm, let me guess... You are an attorney fresh out of law school, are you not? That's the only explanation for why you would come to meet me like this!
Phoenix:
(What does he mean by that?)
White:
No matter. So, what business does a "mighty" lawyer have with a man such as myself?
Phoenix:
(Yipes! This guy's arrogance meter is off the scale!)
Examine
Desk
Phoenix:
I'm guessing this is supposed to be a desk? My my... This is quite the... thing.
White:
It is modeled on my body, see? Well? Does its sleek roundature not... inspire you?
Painting
Phoenix:
...? Haven't I seen this somewhere...? Is this a replica?
White:
Ridiculosity! I have no interest in anything but originals. That right there is a bona fide original! Worth five million, for sure.
Phoenix:
Hmmm...
Statue
Phoenix:
A statue of a man holding up the world. The "Bluecorp" sign certainly stands out enough... The model for the man is, of course, Mr. White.
White:
Truly a work of art! But, probably to beautacious for you to appreciate, correct?
Phoenix:
(I think it's a little too "beautacious" for just about anyone to appreciate.)
Trophy display
Phoenix:
An impressive line-up of trophies. "Judges Special Runner-up" "Best Participation" "Judges Cooperation Award" "Special Good Try Prize" Hmm. The words "Judges" and "Special" kind of stand out.
Window
Phoenix:
This is the top floor of a 20-story building. The view is quite... presidential.
Talk
Miss May
Phoenix:
Miss May is an employee of Bluecorp, is she not?
White:
Correct. She was my secretariat. What a shock it was to hear what she has done!
Phoenix:
"What she has done"... You mean the wiretap?
White:
Indeed! She is paid to answer phones. Tapping them is NOT in her job description. She does gather information for us as part of her duties. But, I assure you, we do not condone illegal methods! It is ineffable that she would do this.
Phoenix:
(It sounds like he's trying to turn Miss May into a scapegoat...)
Night of the murder
Phoenix:
On the night of the murder were you in April May's hotel room?
White:
Who can say? I seldom pay attention to mundane details such as time and place. My motto is: "Don't worry, be happy!"
Phoenix:
Still, Mr. White... The hotel bellboy has stated on the record that he does remember you very clearly.
White:
... No matter! The bellboy can say what he pleases. I still won't talk to you. If you want me to speak, put me on the witness stand! Although I doubt you'd be capable of doing that.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. He raises a good question, actually... Why didn't prosecution call him as a witness? He should have "seen" the same thing as April May!)
White:
Oh hoh hoh. The police... the courts... To me they are mere toys. Playthings for my amusement!
Bluecorp
Phoenix:
What kind of company is Bluecorp, anyway?
White:
Ah, excellent question! We buy and sell various kinds of information. We are a company of the future! You might say, we ARE the future!
Phoenix:
(Sell... information?)
White:
In just 10 years, I've built this business up into the grand office you see now. Ah, in case you were wondering, Bluecorp was named after the color "blue"! I, Redd White of Bluecorp, as founder and CEO, named it so! And why, you ask? Because I like the color blue of course! Fantabulistic, is it not?
That painting (appears after Miss May and Night of the murder)
Phoenix:
Uh... there's something that's been bothering me.
White:
Yes? What might that be?
Phoenix:
That big painting on the wall over there...
It's gorgeous
Phoenix:
It's a very striking piece of art.
White:
Magnificentatious, isn't it!
Phoenix:
Yeah. ... (Why am I making small talk...?)
I've seen it before
Phoenix:
You know, I've actually seen that painting before.
White:
Oh?
Phoenix:
Just yesterday, actually.
White:
Your point being...?
Phoenix:
My point is simple. Er, rather, my question is simple: Why is that painting hanging on your wall?
Leads to:
"..."
When did you get it?
Phoenix:
Say, when did you get that painting?
White:
... Hmm... no idea! I forgot!
Phoenix:
I've seen that painting before. Yesterday, in fact. Why do I find that painting here today?
Leads to:
"..."
Present
Wiretap
Phoenix:
About this wiretap...
White:
Ah, the one that Miss May used, right? Bad girl. Bad, bad girl.
Phoenix:
She testified that she placed the wiretap at your request.
White:
How pathetic. I guess she's trying to pass the buck. Bad, bad girl. Sorry I can't help you. I know nothing.
Phoenix:
(I'm going to need hard evidence to get anything out of this guy...)
Photograph
Phoenix:
About this picture...
White:
Gorgeous! That's a picture of me! Ah, I see it was taken in the prime of my youth. About 10 years ago, at a guess.
Phoenix:
The hotel bellboy says he saw this man on the night of the murder.
White:
... On closer inspection, he does look a lot like me, but I'm afraid this is someone else. Nope. That's definitely not me. He's far too young.
Anything else
White:
I am terribly sorry. But that really doesn't seem to concern me at all.
White:
... Mr. Wrong, was it?
Phoenix:
Wright.
White:
It appears you do not fully grasp your position here. I ask again. Who are you?
Phoenix:
Umm... huh? A lawyer?
White:
No, my feeble friend. A "mere" lawyer. Worth nothing. Zilch. Zippo. Nada! Just like that sorry excuse for an attorney, Grodyburger!
Phoenix:
(Wh-what!?) Ungh! Oof...! Unh... uhhh... (He... he punched me!)
White:
Well, Mr. Lawyer. What will you do, eh? Charge me with assault? Charge away, I welcome it! For it is YOU who will be found guilty!
Phoenix:
What...?
White:
Heed my exposition! The police, the courts, they all do my bidding.
Phoenix:
(So you say... But I wonder... Is that kind of control really possible?)
White:
I don't expect you to understand. It is a world beyond your compensation. ... You came here from Grodyburger's, I presume?
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg's... yes.
White:
Then you must ask him: Why is it that this painting of his hangs here? Perhaps then he will tell you? Perhaps he will explain how a man can live life purely for personal profit! ... Go now! Skedaddle! There is nothing more to discuss!
Examine
Desk
Phoenix:
I'm guessing this is supposed to be a desk? My my... This is quite the... thing.
Painting
Phoenix:
This painting was, until yesterday, hanging in Mr. Grossberg's office. Why does White have it now? It's not hard to imagine a few possibilities.
Statue
Phoenix:
A statue of a man holding up the world. The "Bluecorp" sign certainly stands out enough... The model for the man is, of course, Mr. White.
Trophy display
Phoenix:
An impressive line-up of trophies. "Judges Special Runner-up" "Best Participation" "Judges Cooperation Award" "Special Good Try Prize" Hmm. The words "Judges" and "Special" kind of stand out. He probably strong-armed them into giving him something.
Talk
Any option
White:
Would you be kind enough to cease your inane chattering and vacate the premises? Let me put it in language you are sure to understand: Shut up and get out! I have nothing more to say.
Present
Anything
White:
Would you be kind enough to cease your inane chattering and vacate the premises? Let me put it in language you are sure to understand: Shut up and get out! I have nothing more to say.
Move
Detention Center
Leads to:
"Apparently, Miss May is in questioning."
Grossberg Law Offices
Leads to:
"..."
Detention Center
Phoenix:
Apparently, Miss May is in questioning. I doubt they'll let me talk to her today.
Grossberg Law Offices
Grossberg:
... ... ...
Phoenix:
(Huh? I don't think he's noticed me standing here. Maybe I should... clear my throat?) Aaa-HHHEM!
Grossberg:
Jumping Jehosephats! Oh! You!
Phoenix:
What's wrong? You looked so pensive... like an old man at the end of his days.
Grossberg:
Hmm? I'm not senile yet! I was just thinking about this whole mess...
Phoenix:
(Something's really bothering him, that much is clear.)
Talk
Today's trial
Phoenix:
So you came to see the trial?
Grossberg:
Yes, yes I did. Something was bothering me all last night, you see, couldn't get a wink of sleep.
Phoenix:
Really? What was that?
Grossberg:
Well, you see, it's just... Mia's sister, that poor girl. My boy, I owe you my thanks, truly. I don't know what I would have done if things had gone poorly for the girl.
Your refusal
Phoenix:
I asked before, but, why did you refuse her request for defense? I think I have a right to know.
Grossberg:
A right, Mr. Wright? No, no, I'm sorry. It's just, I need more time to think about it, my boy.
Phoenix:
... (He does seem troubled about something... I'm starting to have a feeling I know what it is.)
Mr. White
Phoenix:
So, I paid Bluecorp a visit.
Grossberg:
Oh? Oh, I see.
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg... I have to admit, something has been bothering me.
Grossberg:
Oh? What is it? Well, out with it, my boy!
Phoenix:
You see, it's just...
That big painting
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg, sir... There was a giant painting hanging right there the other day, was there not? The one you said you had "no intention of parting with"? Well, I saw it. Today. It was in the CEO's office at Bluecorp. Redd White's office.
Grossberg:
... So... you noticed. I suppose I should have guessed you would. It is a large painting...
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg, I know you and Mr. White are connected somehow!
Grossberg:
C-connected, you say?
Phoenix:
Yes! And I know what it is...
He's giving you information
Phoenix:
You're his client, aren't you? He's giving you information!
Grossberg:
What's that now?
Phoenix:
You've been protecting him all along. You protect him because you need his services!
Grossberg:
...
Phoenix:
You gave him that painting in exchange for some valuable information, didn't you?
Grossberg:
Utterly ridiculous. Me, his client? I would never willingly deal with that man. Never!
Phoenix:
(Huh? Did I get it wrong?)
He's blackmailing you
Phoenix:
Mr. White has something on you doesn't he? Blackmail?
Grossberg:
...!
Phoenix:
I think that painting is fairly gaudy proof.
Grossberg:
... Very well. This may be the chance I've been waiting for. Maybe it's time to get this off my chest, so I can finally rest easy again. After all, you were Mia's understudy. Perhaps it was fate?
Phoenix:
(What's he talking about...?)
Leads to:
"Redd White is a man who makes his living through intimidation."
You're lovers
Phoenix:
It's not something I can claim to understand... But you and Mr. White are lovers, aren't you!
Grossberg:
W-w-what! My boy!
Phoenix:
You sent that painting to him! As a sign! A sign of undying love!
Grossberg:
M-m-my boy, please! You're letting your fancies run away with you! Where do you get these bizarre ideas?
Phoenix:
I... I don't understand how you could...
Grossberg:
That's because I'm not, we're not... Don't be ridiculous! ... Enough. I'll swallow my pride and tell you all.
Phoenix:
(I knew it! They are lovers!)
Grossberg:
N-no! We are NOT lovers!
Leads to:
"Redd White is a man who makes his living through intimidation."
That photo of Mr. White
Phoenix:
That photo of Mr. White... Why would you have his photo, Mr. Grossberg?
Grossberg:
Umm... yes, well. It's been a long time since then...
Phoenix:
A long time ago? I'm sorry... but I think not. I think you still have ties to Mr. White even today.
Grossberg:
R-really! Whatever gave you that idea! W-what connection could I possibly have to an individual such as he?
Phoenix:
It's pretty straightforward, actually...
You go drinking together
Phoenix:
You go drinking together! You're friends, aren't you?
Grossberg:
... Now you're being foolish, my boy. Why in the world would I ever drink with the likes of him!?
Phoenix:
(Huh? Whoops... maybe that wasn't it.)
He's blackmailing you
Phoenix:
Mr. White has something on you doesn't he? Blackmail?
Grossberg:
...! I don't... I don't know what you're talking about!
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg, sir... There was a giant painting hanging right there the other day, was there not? The one you said you had "no intention of parting with"? Well, I saw it. Today. It was in the CEO's office at Bluecorp. Redd White's office.
Grossberg:
... So... you noticed. I suppose I should have guessed you would. It is a large painting...
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg... tell me what happened.
Leads to:
"Redd White is a man who makes his living through intimidation."
He's giving you information
Phoenix:
Redd White is supplying you with information, obviously!
Grossberg:
What's that now?
Phoenix:
You've been protecting him all along. You protect him because you need his services!
Grossberg:
... Now you're being foolish, my boy. What possible use could I have for the services of the likes of him!?
Phoenix:
(Huh? Whoops... maybe that wasn't it.)
Why wouldn't you defend Maya?
Phoenix:
I thought it was strange. Here was Maya, your own apprentice's little sister, in desperate need... Accused of killing her own sister no less, and you wouldn't take the case! I finally realized why. You and Redd White are connected. He's...
Your boss
Phoenix:
I'll bet you and White go way back! He's your boss now, and was before, I bet!
Grossberg:
My what? Boss? Are you serious?
Phoenix:
Yeah! You both have that sort of "we're in the same club together" feel to you.
Grossberg:
Please, stop. You have a very peculiar sense of humor, Mr. Wright. Very well, I'll talk.
Phoenix:
(What does he mean... "sense of humor"? I was serious!)
Leads to:
"Redd White is a man who makes his living through intimidation."
Blackmailing you
Phoenix:
Mr. White has something on you doesn't he? Blackmail?
Grossberg:
...! I don't... I don't know what you're talking about!
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg, sir... There was a giant painting hanging right there the other day, was there not? The one you said you had "no intention of parting with"? Well, I saw it. Today. It was in the CEO's office at Bluecorp. Redd White's office.
Grossberg:
... So... you noticed. I suppose I should have guessed you would. It is a large painting...
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg... tell me what happened.
Leads to:
"Redd White is a man who makes his living through intimidation."
Your lover
Phoenix:
It's not something I can claim to understand... But you and Mr. White are lovers, aren't you!
Grossberg:
W-w-what! My boy!
Phoenix:
Mr. Grossberg. The other day, there was a giant painting hanging on that wall. I saw that painting again, today. It was in the CEO's office of Bluecorp. It was a present, wasn't it?
Grossberg:
Well, my boy, you have a splendid imagination!
Phoenix:
I... I don't understand how you could...
Grossberg:
That's because I'm not, we're not... Don't be ridiculous!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I guess I was wrong. But it just seemed so right!)
Present
Anything
Grossberg:
Sorry, my boy. I don't think I can help you with that.
Grossberg:
Redd White is a man who makes his living through intimidation. Bluecorp is a company that excels in finding people's weaknesses, I'm afraid. I've been paying them for 15 years now...
Phoenix:
(15 years...!)
Grossberg:
All because of the "DL-6 Incident," as you may have guessed.
Phoenix:
(The name on the back of those photographs!)
Grossberg:
As you suspected, I could not stand in defense of Maya because of this. White would have destroyed me if I did.
Phoenix:
(So that's the connection!)
Grossberg:
It is hard for me to tell you this, my boy. But arresting Redd White will be nigh on impossible.
Phoenix:
Impossible? Why!?
Grossberg:
He has information on everyone. It gives him an iron grip! He owns judges, attorneys, prosecutors, police... and politicians.
Phoenix:
What!?
Grossberg:
They are bound, unable to do harm to themselves, and therefore, to him. Don't look at me like that. What you see is nothing more than the weight of many years.
Talk
The DL6 Incident
Phoenix:
What is the "DL-6 Incident"?
Grossberg:
"DL-6" is nothing more than the sorting code the police gave the case. It was 15 years ago now... I received a request from a medium. A spirit medium.
Phoenix:
(A medium...?)
Grossberg:
Her name was Misty Fey.
Phoenix:
(Fey!)
Grossberg:
Indeed. She was Mia's mother. She had been investigating a murder at the bequest of the police. And... she failed. As a result, the police called her a fraud.
Phoenix:
(This is what Maya was talking about the other day!)
Grossberg:
I did all I could for her, and in the end, cleared her of wrongdoing. That murder case, however remains unsolved to this day. That case, is the DL-6 Incident.
Reason for blackmail
Phoenix:
But why were you blackmailed over this, Mr. Grossberg?
Grossberg:
The DL-6 Incident was top-secret at the time. It made sense. The police didn't want people to know they were using a medium! They couldn't let people know. But one person found out. I... I told him.
Phoenix:
You told White?
Grossberg:
He offered me riches... It is an embarrassment to me now. Because I talked, the police were mocked far and wide. In secret, they began looking for the one who sold them out. Of course White heard about it, and he came to me. Only this time, the offer was blackmail.
Phoenix:
... I see.
Grossberg:
... White controls the law of this country as he sees fit. Yet if you would still challenge him... Have a close look at Mia's office.
Phoenix:
Mia's office...?
Grossberg:
She followed his every move for years. She may have recorded something of what she found.
(Clearing "Reason for blackmail" "Talk" option leads to:)
Move
Fey & Co. Law Offices
Leads to:
"It's funny, looking at this room, it seems... so normal."
Fey & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
It's funny, looking at this room, it seems... so normal. Hard to imagine a murder took place here. Mr. Grossberg said there would be clues... Maybe I should have another look.
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
All the cases the chief ever worked on are filed here. They're in alphabetical order. Let's take a look... Which file should I look at...?
File "A-I"
Phoenix:
Let's see if there's "A" record in this file that catches my "I." "A"... "B"... "F"! "Misty Fey." That's Mia and Maya's mother. Hmmm... Should I take a look?
Read it
Mia:
"'I have tarnished the Fey name.' Leaving only these words, my mother vanished. I was determined to find the ones who had made my mother blame herself in this way. Using the E.S.P. that runs in my family, I held an audience with the dead. Finally, the names of two men surfaced. One was Marvin Grossberg, a lawyer who sold my mother's information for riches. The other was the man who sold that information to the press. This parasite, who makes his fortune on threats and coercion... His name is..."
Phoenix:
Hmm. The record stops there. ... So Mia knew Grossberg...
Leave it be
Phoenix:
I don't think it has much to do with the current case. I'd be interested to know what it contains... but I'll leave it alone for now.
File "J-S"
Phoenix:
Let's see... "J" through "S"... Nothing much in here. Maybe I'll just skim some of this?
Skim
Leads to:
"*sigh* Well, no harm in flipping through a bit, I guess..."
Leave it be
Phoenix:
Nah... this is taking too long. Later. *yawn* I've never been good at reading these things.
File "T-Z"
Phoenix:
"T"... "U"... I know, "W"! "White"! ... ! The entire "W" section is missing! Was it taken...?
Phoenix:
*sigh* Well, no harm in flipping through a bit, I guess... The biggest part's here at the end in "S"... "Suicide"? Eww... She has a collection of suicide reports. There's politicians... policemen... ... ...! There's writing on most of these in pencil. "White"...? This is Mia's handwriting. Wait, I get it! Mia thought he was involved in these "suicides"! White drove them all to... ... I can use these newspaper clippings. Hmm... let's find the most disturbing one...
Newspaper Clipping added to the Court Record.
Bookshelf (after getting Newspaper Clipping)
Phoenix:
Shall I check Mia's files once more?
Check 'em
Phoenix:
Which file to check?
File "J-S"
Phoenix:
Hmm... not much in the "J-S" section. I'm not sure reading suicide accounts will be very good for my mood... I think that's enough reading for today.
Leave 'em
Phoenix:
I don't see much point in checking files that are missing all the key parts. *yawn* I give up.
Move
Bluecorp
Leads to:
"Well, aren't you persistent."
Grossberg Law Offices
Present
Newspaper Clipping
Phoenix:
I found this in Mia's files...
Grossberg:
So she was investigating Redd White, as I expected. Well, if you wanted to challenge him, you could present this in court.
Phoenix:
(Not a bad idea...)
Bluecorp
White:
Well, aren't you persistent.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but there's something I have to ask you.
White:
Mr. Lawyer, I really hate having to repeat myself... But it seems the message has not yet penetrated your thick skull... Stop bothering me! If you try my patience further, I fear a nasty accident may occur. Do I make myself clear?
Phoenix:
(Transparent...)
Talk
Miss May
Phoenix:
(I think we're past needing to talk about April May. I've got to put this guy on the spot, and quick!)
White:
Hmm? What's the matter? You seem... distressed!
Night of the murder
Phoenix:
(This guy is a pro at pulling the wool over people's eyes. I've got to put him on the spot, and quick!)
White:
Stop that! Your hot gaze is giving me goosebumps!
Blackmail
Phoenix:
(There's no point asking someone this crooked a straight question! I need some evidence I can use as ammo...)
White:
What's wrong? Is something stuck to my face? Why yes! There's my eyes, and my nose, and my mouth... But of course I jest. You need not restrain your mirth, my friend! It is okay to indulge in my cosmopolitan sense of humor. I will not think less of you.
Present
Newspaper Clipping
Phoenix:
(This is the only clue that Mia left me... I'd better make this one count!) Mr. White... see this? It's an article describing the suicide of a politician.
White:
...
Phoenix:
He was embezzling secret government funds. Then, one day, word got leaked to the press. The very next day he took his own life.
White:
And this concerns me how...?
Phoenix:
I found this article in Mia's office.
White:
Miss Mia...?
Phoenix:
She had a file filled with articles like this. Every one of them was labeled with a single word... "White."
White:
...!
Phoenix:
Mr. White, I know what you did to this politician.
You bribed him
Phoenix:
You bribed him!
White:
B-bribed!? ... What exactly has led you to say this?
Phoenix:
(Um... gee, that's a good question. I guess I got ahead of myself there...)
White:
Hmph. You certainly have an active imagination.
Phoenix:
(Dammit!)
You spied on him
Phoenix:
You were spying on him, weren't you?
White:
"Spying"...?
Phoenix:
You snooped on him, and found out about the embezzlement. Then, when you revealed it, he was driven to suicide!
White:
Mr. Lawyer. I know nothing of this. And, even in the highly unlikely event that I did do such a thing... All I would have done is provide "information." That is not a crime in this country.
Phoenix:
(Gah! This guy's as cool as a cucumber...!)
You blackmailed him
Leads to:
"You were blackmailing him!"
Anything else
White:
I have no intention of parleying with you about this matter.
Phoenix:
You were blackmailing him!
White:
Blackmail?
Phoenix:
Not just him, either. You were threatening and coercing hundreds of others! You were involved in all of the suicide cases that Mia investigated! This company is built on blackmail! I'm right, aren't I?
White:
What a bizarre accusation. Mr. Wrong... What is it that you should be doing now? Investigating me? No no no. I think not! You should be searching for the one who killed Miss Mia!
Interphone:
*beep*
Interphone:
[Secretary's Office, hello?]
White:
Mr. Wrong will be leaving now.
Interphone:
[Yes, sir. I'll send someone right away.]
Phoenix:
Wait a second, Mr. White...
You're right
Phoenix:
You are absolutely right. I should be looking for the killer now. And actually, I've done better. I've found him. He's sitting right in front of me.
Leads to:
"Just what are you insinuating?"
You're wrong
Phoenix:
You're wrong, Mr. White.
White:
Excuse me?
Phoenix:
What I should be doing now is going after you!
Leads to:
"Just what are you insinuating?"
White:
Just what are you insinuating?
Phoenix:
Mia was on to you. She was keeping tabs. For this reason you had April May tapping her phone. Then, Mia was murdered, and all the documents about you mysteriously disappeared. So, the culprit would be...?
White:
...
Phoenix:
Even a child could work it out, Mr. White. You did it!
White:
...
Interphone:
*beep*
Interphone:
[Secretary's office.]
White:
We won't be needing an escort for Mr. Wrong. Instead, please connect me to the public prosecutor's office.
Interphone
[Of course, sir. One moment please...] ... [White? That you? What are you doing calling me at a time like this!?]
White:
Hello. Chief Prosecutor? I've changed my mind. I want to testify tomorrow.
Interphone:
[What's this about?]
White:
The Mia Fey case. I witnessed the murder, you see. And, thus, as a very important witness, I would like to testify.
Interphone:
[What? Why now? I thought you said you didn't want to go to court?]
White:
Quietude...! I told you I changed my mind, didn't I? Oh, and one other thing. Send the police over here right away. The man is standing right in front of me. He looks dazed but could be violent!
Interphone:
[What? What man?]
White:
Are you even listening? The executioner! The hatchet-man! The liquidator... The killer, man!
Phoenix:
What!?
Interphone:
[Mr. White... this isn't another one of those...]
White:
Chief Prosecutor. I do not believe you are in a position to freely offer your opinions to me, correct? I'm telling you to send the police, now!
Interphone:
*beep*
White:
... Did I not tell you, Mr. Wrong? You are a mere lawyer! As was Miss Mia.
Phoenix:
How dare you!
White:
I'll point the finger at you, and you will be tried as Miss Mia's killer! The case is as good as settled. No lawyer of any worth will defend you. I have friends in the local lawyer's association, you see. You'll be given a lawyer so stupendously inept that they make even you look competent.
Phoenix:
(I... I feel faint.)
Gumshoe:
Detective Gumshoe, reporting, sir! Aaa! Butz! Hairy Butz!
Phoenix:
Wright, actually. Phoenix Wright. And my friend's name is "Larry"...
Gumshoe:
Oh, right! Sorry, pal. Butz was that murderer, right?
White:
Detective Gumshoe. I present to you, the man who killed Miss Mia Fey!
Gumshoe:
W-what!?
White:
Take this despicable human being into custody. ... Farewell, Mr. Wrong!
September 8, 3:37 PMDetention CenterVisitor's Room
Phoenix:
I can't believe it's only been a day since the first trial. My trial begins tomorrow. White's going to set a trap for me. And the prosecution will be in on it, of course. Edgeworth, included. An attorney was assigned to me by the state, yesterday. I refused. I had an idea.
Maya:
... Wright! Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Oh, Maya! Great, they let you out of detention.
Maya:
Just now, yes. It's all thanks to you!
Phoenix:
Hah. Now I'm afraid we've switched places.
Maya:
What? You mean, you...?
Phoenix:
I explained what had happened to Maya. ...
Maya:
I don't believe it! How many people does that man need to destroy before he's satisfied!? My mother... My sister... And now you! This has gone too far! Mr. Wright, please tell me, is there anything I can do?
Phoenix:
Um... well...
Defend me in court
Phoenix:
Alright, you can be my defense lawyer tomorrow!
Maya:
Alright!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
Leave it to me! I am Mia's sister, after all! Lawyership runs in our blood!
Phoenix:
(Wasn't it E.S.P. that ran in your blood...?)
Maya:
I'd better run to the bookstore and pick up a copy of "Law for Rookies."
Leads to:
"..."
Cheer me on in court
Phoenix:
Well, you could cheer for me in court.
Maya:
Cheer for you? You mean... like a cheerleader?
Phoenix:
Huh? Um, yeah, like that.
Maya:
Alright! Leave it to me!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
I'd better go get a uniform and some pom-poms...!
Leads to:
"..."
Help me break out of here
Phoenix:
Right. Okay, listen up. I want you to help me break out of here!
Maya:
You mean... a jail break?
Phoenix:
Yeah. Tonight's our only chance!
Maya:
Alright!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
Oh, I'd better go get a hacksaw while the stores are still open. Oh, oh! And a rope ladder, and a getaway car! Can you drive?
Leads to:
"..."
Phoenix:
... W-wait. Wait wait wait.
Maya:
What what what?
Phoenix:
I'm kidding! It was a joke!
Maya:
No way!
Phoenix:
No really, I was kidding. But thanks. It's good to know you're on my side. (And there really isn't anything you can do for me anyway...)
Maya:
But... but I can't just sit here and do nothing! I've got to give that man a piece of my mind!
Phoenix:
(Just a piece...?) Okay. Then, come to the court tomorrow.
Maya:
O-okay! I'll be there! I'll show them a thing or two!
Phoenix:
It's the beginning of a new century, yet with crime it's the same old story. In fact, it's gotten worse. Lengthy court proceedings are no longer realistic. Beginning a few years ago, a limit of three days was put on initial court trials. Almost all finish in a day. Most with a guilty verdict. I never thought I would end up in the defendant's chair myself. Tomorrow the true culprit will appear as a witness. This is it! It's me or him!
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Turnabout Sisters
Transcript
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September 9, 9:52 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Maya:
Well... I guess this is it!
Phoenix:
Yeah. One way or another, this case gets decided today.
Maya:
Aaa! Ph-Phoenix! Look!
Phoenix:
(...! Prosecutor... Edgeworth.)
Edgeworth:
I received a call from the public prosecutor's office yesterday.
Phoenix:
?
Edgeworth:
He told me that whatever Mr. White says today, it will be the "absolute truth." No matter how you try to attack his testimony... If I raise an objection, I have it on good faith that the judge will listen to me.
Phoenix:
(What, does White have the judge in his pocket, too!?) So... you're saying I'm going to be guilty. End of story?
Edgeworth:
... I will do anything to get my verdict, Mr. Wright. Anything.
Maya:
Why... Why!? How can you torment an innocent person like this!?
Edgeworth:
"Innocent"...? How can we know that? The guilty will always lie, to avoid being found out. There's no way to tell who is guilty and who is innocent! All that I can hope to do is get every defendant declared "guilty"! So I make that my policy.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... You've changed.
Maya:
Hmm? Phoenix! You know him!?
Edgeworth:
Don't expect any special treatment, Phoenix Wright.
Maya:
Ph-Phoenix...?
Phoenix:
Well... court will be opening for session soon.
Maya:
What? But wait! Your defense attorney isn't even here yet! He's not...
Phoenix:
I'll be defending myself.
Maya:
Whaaaat!?
Phoenix:
Okay, let's do this.
September 9, 10:00 AMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 1
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Phoenix Wright.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Mr. Wright... Are you sure you're up to doing this?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. I will be defending myself.
Judge:
Understood. Very well. Mr. Edgeworth, your opening statement, please.
Edgeworth:
As the details of the event are already quite clear to the court, today we will hear the testimony of another witness to the defendant's crime.
Judge:
I see. The prosecution may call its witness.
Phoenix:
(That went far too smoothly! Why didn't the judge ask Edgeworth why his witness didn't testify before!? It's like... it's like he already knows why! Hmm. If anyone's going to raise an objection about this, I suppose it's me...)
Objection
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth, you owe an explanation to the court! Why didn't this witness testify in the trial against Ms. Maya Fey!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I'm ever so sorry! Mr. White is a busy man, and besides... at the time, I thought that Ms. May's opinion was all that would be needed. Again, my sincerest apologies to the court.
Judge:
Excellent, Mr. Edgeworth. I appreciate your demeanor.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(Great. He gets to show off and I get nowhere.)
Leads to:
"I would like to call Mr. Redd White to the stand!"
Let it go
Phoenix:
(Forget it. I smell a trap.)
Leads to:
"I would like to call Mr. Redd White to the stand!"
Edgeworth:
I would like to call Mr. Redd White to the stand!
Edgeworth:
Please state your full name.
White:
You wish to know the title of my personage?
Edgeworth:
Er... your name?
White:
Yes! That is what I said! Oh dear, do my locutions confuse?
Edgeworth:
Name!
Phoenix:
(These two are great together...)
White:
My name is Redd White. But my friends call me Blanco Nino. I am the CEO, or to use a more common term, the President, of Bluecorp.
Edgeworth:
Did you know the victim, Ms. Mia Fey?
White:
That would be a negatory! No, I did not.
Edgeworth:
... You were at the Gatewater Hotel the night of the murder?
White:
Correct.
Edgeworth:
And you witnessed the murder from there?
White:
Ahem. Why tell you what you already know?
Judge:
Very well, Mr. White. You may begin your testimony.
Phoenix:
(If I can't rip this guy's testimony apart, I'm done for. Why do I always feel like it's the end of the world and I'm the last man standing?)
White:
Ho hoh hoh. I hope you have made your peace with God, Mr. Lawyer!
Phoenix:
...!
Maya:
Let him have it, Phoenix!
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
White:
Let's see, it was about 9:00, I believe.
I was quietly perusifying... er, that's "reading" to you, some papers by the window.
Then I heard a bedlam coming from outside!
Surprised, I turned to look at the building across the way.
It was then I saw him: a spiky-haired man attacking a woman with long hair!
Needless to say that man was none other than you, Mr. Lawyer!
I called Miss May over at once. She, too, was flabbergasted of course.
The victim, she... she ran away, but you gave chase!
Finally there was a terrible impaction! Then it was all over...
Judge:
Hmm... If things occurred as you testify, then I'm afraid the defendant is guilty. Very well, defendant... er, I mean, Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination...
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
White:
Let's see, it was about 9:00, I believe.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How do you know what time it was?
White:
Because I am always abso-posi-lutely perfect, you know?
Phoenix:
No no no, you're not getting away with that!
White:
You are so mistrusting, Mr. Lawyer! So... what was the proper term for "secretary" again...? Anyway, Miss May ordered room service for 9:00. It happened soon after the room service arrived.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. That's what Miss May said, too.)
Press further
Phoenix:
True, the bellboy who brought the coffee saw Miss May. But he testified that he did not see you at the time!
White:
Ahem. This is your concern? Silly Lawyer! Miss May received the coffee outside the room! Of course he could not see me. He would need X-ray vision to pull off something like that!
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
Edgeworth:
Tell us, what were you doing at the time?
Hold back
Phoenix:
(I don't see anything to gain by attacking him on this point any further.) Okay, what were you doing at the time?
White:
I was quietly perusifying... er, that's "reading" to you, some papers by the window.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
By window, you mean the one directly across from the Fey & Co. Law Office?
White:
Correct! That is the only window, you see.
Phoenix:
And there you were reading... papers?
White:
Correct! The Gatewater is a businessman's hotel, and I am a busy man who had business to do!
White:
Then I heard a bedlam coming from outside!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
A "bedlam"?
White:
It must have been when you attacked, I assume.
Edgeworth:
We see. Continue.
White:
Surprised, I turned to look at the building across the way.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you were reading your papers until you heard that sound?
White:
But of course. I am no snoop, peeping out of windows at night.
Phoenix:
(No snoop? Yeah, right! You've made a career out of snooping!)
White:
It was then I saw him: a spiky-haired man attacking a woman with long hair!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
S-spiky-haired!?
White:
Needless to say that man was none other than you, Mr. Lawyer!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What you just said directly conflicts with Miss May's testimony! Miss May clearly stated that the assailant looked like a "girl"!
White:
I've always been proud of my eyesight, Mr. Lawyer.
Phoenix:
Just what is your eyesight?
White:
Counting both eyes... 40!
Phoenix:
40!? Don't add them together!
Judge:
I think the witness is trying to say his eyesight is good.
Phoenix:
(Hey, whose side is the judge on, anyway?)
Edgeworth:
And what did you do then?
White:
I called Miss May over at once. She, too, was surprised of course.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What was Miss May doing at that time?
White:
She had just finished watching a soap opera on the TV, and was weeping openly.
Phoenix:
Did you know she had been tapping the Fey office phone?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Irrelevant! That has nothing to do with the case at hand.
White:
I care not. I will answer the lawyer's bold inquiry. Miss May was acting alone when she tapped the phone of this Fey woman.
Phoenix:
You'd make a good politician, Mr. White.
White:
Ho hoh! After all, I am "El Presidente."
Judge:
Please continue.
White:
The victim, she... she ran away, but you gave chase!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Can you be a little more detailed about that? I think it's worth knowing exactly what happened.
White:
Of course! Comprende! I understand! The victim was attacked, by you, and ran to the left. You gave chase, and struck her down!
Edgeworth:
Are you sure?
White:
As you know, I am always abso-posi-lutely perfect!
Judge:
Perhaps you could change your testimony to reflect this new detail.
Change statement:
"The victim, she... she ran away, but you gave chase!" to "The victim ran to the left, and you gave chase!"
White:
The victim ran to the left, and you gave chase!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Are you sure about that?
White:
How many times must I say it? I am abso-posi-lutely perfect! End of story!
Phoenix:
(How many times must I hear that?)
Maya:
Psst! Phoenix! Doesn't something about that strike you as a little odd?
Present May Testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Wait right there!"
White:
Finally there was a terrible impaction! Then it was all over...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Um... "impaction"? Don't you mean just "impact"?
White:
Ridiculosity! I think you need to brush up on your language skills!
Phoenix:
(On second thought, perhaps I'd better leave the whole language thing alone...)
Phoenix:
(Did Edgeworth "prep" this guy, too, I wonder? Anyway, I'd better find a weakness in there...)
Phoenix:
Wait right there! Mr. White, you've dug your own grave!
White:
What is this!?
Phoenix:
You said the victim ran to the "left." But that directly contradicts Miss May's testimony! She clearly stated that the victim ran "right"!
White:
...! Oh hoh hoh. It is simple. You have misheard her.
Phoenix:
I think not. Look at the floor plans... The killer was here. And the victim, here. If the victim ran to the left, as you claim she did... She would have been running directly away from the door! She would have been running into a dead end! Don't you find that odd?
White:
! Very strange... I did see her run to the left... I did.
Maya:
Phoenix... look at his face. I don't think he's lying about this one.
Phoenix:
True. (Maybe he really did see the victim run left...? So he did witness the killing...? Wait a second!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Miss May says "right," and Mr. White says "left." Can you explain this contradiction to the court?
Mr. White is right
Phoenix:
As Mr. White testified, Mia ran to the left.
Judge:
But... But if that's the case... Why would she run in the opposite direction from the door?
Phoenix:
She did not. She was running towards the door, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
Bwah! Now you're the one making a contradiction, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Not at all.
Leads to:
"Obviously, the witness was not viewing the crime from the hotel!"
Miss May is right
Phoenix:
As Miss May has stated, Mia ran to the right after she was attacked.
White:
What is this? I am not fashioning fabrications, I assure you! That lady ran to the left! I am sure of it!
Phoenix:
Then there can be only one explanation.
Edgeworth:
Eh...? And that is?
Leads to:
"Obviously, the witness was not viewing the crime from the hotel!"
Both are right
Phoenix:
Both witnesses are telling the truth. (For once...)
Edgeworth:
Hah! I doubt it! Er, rather, that does not clear up the contradiction!
Phoenix:
There is one scenario that would explain their conflicting accounts.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Leads to:
"Obviously, the witness was not viewing the crime from the hotel!"
Phoenix:
Obviously, the witness was not viewing the crime from the hotel!
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Yes, what do you mean, he was not "viewing the crime from the hotel"!? If he was not in the hotel, where could he have been!?
Phoenix:
In the law offices of Fey & Co., of course! More specifically, he was standing here! (Show the court where Mr. White was standing!)
Present killer's location
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is where he was!"
Present victim's location
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
That's where he was!
Edgeworth:
M-Mr. Wright! We are not fools! How could he have been exactly where the victim was standing!?
Phoenix:
(Oh... oh, right!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! What is the meaning of this!?
Phoenix:
Sorry, Your Honor! Sorry! Let me try that again...
Leads back to:
"(Show the court where Mr. White was standing!)"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
That's where he was!
Judge:
Hold it right there, Mr. Wright! If he was there during the very act of murder... That would make him an accomplice!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Impossible! There was no one other than the criminal and victim in the room! There is no evidence, no proof to the contrary! None!
Phoenix:
S-sorry! Er... let me try that again!
Leads back to:
"(Show the court where Mr. White was standing!)"
Phoenix:
This is where he was! Look! When the victim ran for the door... If he was watching from this point, to him it would appear that she ran to the "left."
Edgeworth:
Please! This is no time for jokes in ill taste! That is where the killer was standing!
Judge:
Order! I will have order! Anyone disturbing the order of this courtroom will be held in contempt! Mr. Wright! What are you suggesting!?
White:
R-r-rapscallion!!!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The postulations of the defense are a distortion of the truth, Your Honor!
Judge:
Indeed. They do seem a bit far-fetched...
White:
... Ho hoh hoh! You provide us with so much entertainment, Mr. Lawyer!
Phoenix:
(What now!? He's... laughing!?)
White:
The hilarity of the moment made me remember something... It appears I have been unclear, and for this, I apologize. Mr. Your Honor... Might I be allowed to testify once more?
Judge:
Very well, let's hear your revised testimony.
Phoenix:
(Good luck. You can't fix a broken testimony, buddy!)
Witness Testimony
-- She Ran to the "Left" --
White:
Miss May's testimony was correct... as was mine!
When you assaulted the girl, she first ran to the left.
And then you hit her, savagely! That is what I saw.
Next, with the last of her strength, she ran to the right.
You chased her, and delivered the final blow.
That is what Miss May saw.
You see? You hit her twice!
Don't you remember, Mr. Lawyer?
Judge:
Hmm... That does seem to make sense. Will you be cross-examining the witness's testimony?
Phoenix:
You bet I will! I mean, yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- She Ran to the "Left" --
White:
Miss May's testimony was correct... as was mine!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that!
White:
That is what I am about to explain! You Americans, always so impatient! It does not become you.
Phoenix:
(Hey buddy, you're an American, too!)
White:
When you assaulted the girl, she first ran to the left.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean "first"?
White:
"First"? That is what comes before what happens "next." You do speak English, right? Please, sit back, relax. I will try to use simple words for your benefit. First, she ran to the left, and then...
White:
And then you hit her, savagely! That is what I saw.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I didn't hit anyone!
White:
Now, now, Mr. Wright. There is no point hiding things from this court.
Phoenix:
I'm not hiding anything!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The prosecution requests that the defense refrain from interrupting the testimony!
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you have been warned.
Phoenix:
(Why's he mad at me!?)
White:
Next, with the last of her strength, she ran to the right.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What do you mean "next"!?
White:
"Next" is what comes after "first."
Phoenix:
I know that!
White:
Then that is all you need to know, Mr. Lawyer. As I said, she turned and made a desperate dash to the right.
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. White!"
White:
You chased her, and delivered the final blow.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Stop saying it was me!
White:
But, it was you.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright! If you claim that it was NOT you, then show us proof!
Phoenix:
(Argh! Can I do nothing right? Nothing!?)
White:
May I continue?
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. White!"
White:
That is what Miss May saw.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So each of you saw different parts...?
White:
Abso-posi-lutely! That's right, of course!
Phoenix:
(Where did he pick up that annoying phrase...?)
White:
Anyway, moving along!
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. White!"
White:
You see? You hit her twice!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So were you watching both times?
White:
I suppose I was. And please excuse me for not testifying to this sooner!
Present Mia's Autopsy Report
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. White!"
Maya:
What do you think Phoenix?
Phoenix:
I think we've got him right where we want him! He slipped! Let him laugh for now. I'll soon wipe that smile off his face!
Phoenix:
Mr. White! The victim died from a "single" blow!
White:
...!
Phoenix:
What do you have to say to that?
White:
Er... Erp!
Phoenix:
(Now's my chance to hit him where it counts!) Mr. White. Wasn't it you who told this court you were "abso-posi-lutely perfect"?
White:
Mmph. I will refrain from using this phrase from now on.
Phoenix:
Your Honor, if you could ask the witness for a new testimony...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The witness is obviously confused, Your Honor! I would like to request a 10 minute break!
Judge:
Yes... yes, quite.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness is confused because he's lying! I emphatically request that there be no break, Your Honor!
(Yeah! We want justice...!)
(Don't let him get away!)
Judge:
Very well. If the witness would care to revise his testimony...
Phoenix:
(The crowd's on my side! No slipping out of this now, White!)
Judge:
Mr. White?
White:
O... okay...
Witness Testimony
-- The Two Accounts --
White:
Umm, well, see--I looked at the other window when I heard that thing fall.
Then, the next moment, I saw Miss Mia run to the left!
The killer, you, attacked her... but she dodged.
Umm... and then...
She turned, and ran for the door!
Then you did her in with a single blow! Thwap!
Judge:
Hmm. "Thwap" indeed. Very well, you may begin the cross-examination.
White:
Mr. Your Honor... My stomach, you see, it is hurting...
Phoenix:
Deal with it. This is almost over.
White:
...!
Cross Examination
-- The Two Accounts --
White:
Umm, well, see--I looked at the other window when I heard that thing fall.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You heard "that thing fall"? What exactly was "that thing"?
White:
Huh? Oh... oh, that? Umm... the glass light stand!
Phoenix:
(Right... the one that had fallen over at the scene.)
Maya:
Phoenix! Doesn't something about that strike you as odd?
Yeah, very odd
Leads to:
"(Yeah, that is odd. I'll press further.)"
Nope
Phoenix:
Huh? No, not really. Please continue your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that is odd. I'll press further.) Mr. White.
White:
Huh? W-what?
Phoenix:
You're saying you saw the glass light stand?
White:
Y-yes.
Phoenix:
Then change your testimony to reflect that!
White:
S-sorry. My bad...
Judge:
The witness will revise his testimony.
White:
Okay okay. Of course.
Change statement to:
"A light stand was lying on the floor when I looked."
White:
A light stand was lying on the floor when I looked.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
The "glass stand was lying on the floor"? That's the first I've heard of this. Why didn't you tell us about the stand before?
White:
W-why? Me? W-well... I was instructed not to... wait! One moment! Give me a minute to gather my thoughts. I am so... so confused.
Phoenix:
(White's falling apart.)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! Please, I ask that you do not allow the witness to be badgered any further!
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright. Please refrain from badgering the witness...
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. (Edgeworth is on the ropes!)
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue his account.
Present Glass Shards
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Mr. White. It was impossible for you to have seen the light stand!
White:
Whaaaat!?
Phoenix:
The stand broke into pieces when it fell!
White:
Ooof!
Phoenix:
Just by seeing the broken pieces you would have no idea it was a light stand! So tell me, exactly when was it that you saw the stand? Answer the question!
White:
...! I-isn't it obvious? I saw the stand before it fell over!
Phoenix:
So... you saw the stand before the victim was attacked, then?
White:
C-correct! That would be no problemo, right?
Phoenix:
(Hmm...)
No problemo
Phoenix:
Right. I guess there isn't a problem.
Judge:
Very well. Now...
Maya:
Ph-Phoenix! Wait!
Phoenix:
Huh? What?
Maya:
He saw the stand through the office window before it fell over... That's what he's saying, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess so.
Maya:
How could that be possible?
Phoenix:
Huh...? Why not?
Maya:
There's no way he could have seen it! And you have proof!
Phoenix:
... Oh!
Judge:
Something wrong, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Sorry, Your Honor! I guess there is a problemo, er, I mean, a problem.
Judge:
I see. Please try to think before you speak, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Sorry, Your Honor. But, I have proof!
Leads to:
"A person in the hotel could not have seen the stand before it fell over!"
Big problemo
Phoenix:
There's a big problemo, er, I mean problem here.
White:
What problem is this?
Phoenix:
Mr. White, let me make sure I have this straight... You saw the glass light stand through the window, from the hotel... before the incident occurred?
White:
Correct! That is so! It's conclusive, definitive, undeniable... unimpeachable!
Phoenix:
No, it's impossible! You couldn't have seen the stand!
Judge:
What? Why couldn't he? You have proof?
Phoenix:
I sure do, Your Honor!
Leads to:
"A person in the hotel could not have seen the stand before it fell over!"
Phoenix:
A person in the hotel could not have seen the stand before it fell over!
Present Floor Plans
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Look at this!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
This is the proof! ...
Judge:
Something the matter?
Phoenix:
N-no... it's just...
Maya:
Phoenix... I don't think that's what you meant.
Phoenix:
(I don't think so either.)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. The courtroom is no place to play practical jokes.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Your Honor. Let me try that again.
Leads back to:
"A person in the hotel could not have seen the stand before it fell over!"
Present Floor Plans
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Mr. White. It was impossible for you to have seen the glass stand!
White:
Whaaaat!?
Leads to:
"Look at this!"
White:
Then, the next moment, I saw Miss Mia run to the left!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Miss Mia"...? Mr. White, did you know the victim personally?
White:
No no no, triple no! How would I? How could I!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I see nothing odd about the witness knowing the name of the victim. Mr. Wright! I will not have you harrying the witness!
Phoenix:
(You're looking a little flustered, Edgeworth!)
White:
The killer, you, attacked her... but she dodged.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Now before, you said that she was hit before she ran.
White:
Y-yes, I must have been confused. But don't worry! We all know what happened now.
White:
She turned, and ran for the door!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
What did you do then?
White:
I gave chase, of course! ...! No! No! Not me. Th-the killer, I mean! He gave chase!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. White, please try to remain calm. Mr. Wright here is only trying to fluster you with baseless accusations!
White:
Oh... oh right. Thank you, Miles.
White:
Then you did her in with a single blow! Thwap!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
"Thwap"...? That doesn't sound like the "savage" attack from your earlier testimony...
White:
Ho! Hoh hoh! Yes, well, I am a man of peace, you see.
Maya:
Phoenix! He's getting a lot less talkative.
Phoenix:
He's probably afraid I'll catch him on something! (But it won't be easy!)
Phoenix:
Look at this!
Judge:
These are the floor plans to the scene of the murder, yes?
Phoenix:
Correct, Your Honor. Now, look... If you were to look through the window at the office... This is the area you would be able to see! Here! Well...? Note that the stand is not within the visible area! Well, Mr. White! What do you have to say to that!?
White:
Er... erp! Ri... dicu... losity...
Phoenix:
Mr. White. If you were in the Gatewater hotel as you claim, you could not have seen the stand before it fell over! In fact, you wouldn't have been able to see it after it fell, either! There's no way you could have recognized the broken shards as a glass light stand! So, when did you see the stand, Mr. White? It must have been the moment that it fell! And the only place you could have seen that from... is inside the Fey Law Offices! In other words, you were at the scene of the crime, when the murder took place!
White:
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
Judge:
Mr... White?
White:
...
Phoenix:
Mr. White.
White:
...
Phoenix:
You did it, didn't you?
White:
... Mr. Your Honor. I... I... Miss Mia... ...
Phoenix:
(Heh. Looks like we're about to get our verdict!)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That's far enough, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
W-what!? (Urk! I forgot about Edgeworth!)
Edgeworth:
Mr. White...
White:
...
Edgeworth:
I think the time has come. Shouldn't you confess your crime now, hmm?
White:
W... what?
Edgeworth:
I said, you should confess your crime. Ergo, confess that you placed the wiretap!
Phoenix:
The w-wiretap!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Mr. Edgeworth! Explain to the court what you mean by this!
Edgeworth:
Distinguished members of of the court... Mr. White is slightly confused. Allow me to explain.
Phoenix:
(I really don't like the way this is headed...)
Edgeworth:
As you know, Mr. White is the CEO of Bluecorp. He ordered his secretary, Miss April May, to tap the law offices of Ms. Fey.
Judge:
What does that have to do...?
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. The question is: when was the wiretap placed in the office, and by who?
Phoenix:
No! You wouldn't!
Edgeworth:
Mr. White. In order to place the wiretap, you entered Ms. Fey's office. Am I correct...?
White:
... ! C-correct! You are most correct, Miles!
Phoenix:
Give me a break!
White:
Yes... in order to place the wiretap, I breached the Fey & Co. Law Offices! That is when I saw that accursed light stand!
Judge:
Now I'm confused. Please explain to the court what all this means, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Gladly, Your Honor. Mr. Phoenix Wright has made his position quite clear. He has determined that Mr. White knew the glass stand was in the office. He has shown that there was only one time Mr. White could have seen the stand: At the very moment of the murder! Thus, Mr. Wright would like you to believe that Mr. White was the murderer!
Judge:
I see.
Edgeworth:
However! It is a fact that Mr. White had been to that office well before the murder took place! He went to place the wiretap! He could have seen the glass light stand then. Ergo, Mr. Phoenix Wright's theory is revealed for the baseless conjecture it is!
Judge:
Mr. White! You will testify to the court about this wiretap!
White:
Ahem. Leave it to me!
Phoenix:
(I... I feel faint.)
Witness Testimony
-- The Wiretapping --
White:
It was the beginning of September... the week before the murder.
I had entered the Fey & Co. Law Offices.
Of course, I had done so to place the wiretap.
That is when I saw this glass light stand.
Judge:
Hmm... So, you saw the stand before the night of the incident... And this is how you were able to identify what had fallen over. By the sound?
White:
Correct! That is right.
Judge:
I see. Very well, Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine.
Phoenix:
(Gah! What am I supposed to do now...!?)
Maya:
Good luck, Phoenix...
Cross Examination
-- The Wiretapping --
White:
It was the beginning of September... the week before the murder.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
D-do you have proof!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Miss April May knew the details of Ms. Fey's phone conversation! This proves that the wiretap was placed before the murder!
Phoenix:
Huh... right.
White:
I had entered the Fey & Co. Law Offices.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was it really you that went into the office? Or was it Miss May?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Unidentified fingerprints several days old were found in the Fey & Co. Law Offices. Those were obviously Mr. White's.
Phoenix:
(And if I know Edgeworth, he's already run a check on those prints...)
Edgeworth:
Now, Mr. White. Tell us why you went to the Fey & Co. Law Offices.
White:
Of course, I had done so to place the wiretap.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you tap Mia's phone!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That has no bearing on the current case, Your Honor.
White:
Bluecorp is a detective agency of sorts. We have a responsibility to protect client confidentiality!
White:
That is when I saw this glass light stand.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you notice something as innocuous as a light stand!?
White:
The light stand was made entirely out of glass. It was quite stylish, so I guess it made a lasting impression on me. Such a beautacious thing deserves attention, does it not? That is all.
Phoenix:
(Dammit! There's nothing there for me to press him on! Oh well... maybe he's rattled enough that I can bluff something out of him!)
(Pressing all statements leads to:)
Phoenix:
(Uh oh! Don't tell me I've run out of ammo!)
Edgeworth:
Tsk tsk. I'm afraid that's as far as you go, Mr. Wright. The time has come for you to admit your defeat! You fought... honorably.
Phoenix:
(No more... I can't take this anymore...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright? Are you giving up?
Phoenix:
... Y-yes, Your Honor.
???:
(Phoenix!)
Phoenix:
...?
???:
(Phoenix! Over here!)
Phoenix:
(I know that voice! ... M-Mia!?)
Mia:
Never give up, Phoenix!
Phoenix:
...!!!! M-M-Mia...!
Phoenix:
Where... Where am I? The waiting lobby...? What happened? ... Oh, right... I lost the trial. I was... hallucinating. ...
Mia:
Ah, you're finally awake.
Phoenix:
Gak!
Mia:
H-hey! Phoenix! ... "Gak"? That's no way to greet an old friend! Phoenix, I want you to look at me.
Phoenix:
Y-You're... M-Maya...?
Mia:
Didn't you know the Fey women have strong psychic powers...? When you accepted your defeat in court... It appears that was enough of a shock to awaken Maya's true powers.
Phoenix:
So... Maya is channeling you, Mia?
Mia:
That's right. I am Maya, but I'm also Mia. Now, I want you to listen to me, Phoenix. Maya never gave up. You can't either! That's what I came here to tell you.
Phoenix:
...! B-but!
Mia:
We don't have much time, Phoenix. Now listen. You've already won.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Mia:
You have that Receipt in the court record, right?
Phoenix:
Um... oh, yeah! The one you wrote "Maya" on...?
Mia:
Phoenix! White wrote that, not me!
Phoenix:
So... so what do I do with it?
Mia:
Look at the front of the receipt!
Phoenix:
The... front? (It's a regular receipt... Looks like it's from a famous department store. "$1,000.00"... wow, big spender! "Item"... "glass light stand"...! "Date of purchase"... "September 4"...) ...! September 4!
Mia:
That's right, Phoenix. I bought that stand the day before I was killed!
Phoenix:
Whoa!
Mia:
Now, what did Mr. White say in his testimony?
White:
It was the beginning of September... the week before the murder.
Phoenix:
He said he saw the stand the week before the murder!
Mia:
There you go! I think the court is about to reconvene! Go do it, Phoenix! You know you're innocent, now you just have to prove it!
Phoenix:
Right!
Receipt updated in the Court Record.
September 9, 1:16 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 1
Judge:
The court will now reconvene for the trial of Mr. Phoenix Wright. Is the defendant... rather, are you alright, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes. Sorry, Your Honor. I'm fine now.
Judge:
Then, let's start where we left off.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. There is nothing to go back to! The cross-examination of Mr. White is finished! All that is required now is for you to pass judgment on the defendant Phoenix Wright!
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Please, give me one more chance. I promise you, this is the last time I'll ask you!
Judge:
Hmm... But, as Mr. Edgeworth has noted, the trial is more or less finished. Mr. Edgeworth, do you have an opinion on this matter?
Edgeworth:
I say... let us give Mr. Phoenix Wright his "last chance."
Judge:
Very well! You may begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Wiretapping --
White:
It was the beginning of September... the week before the murder.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Do you have proof!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Miss April May knew the details of Ms. Fey's phone conversation! This proves that the wiretap was placed before the murder!
Phoenix:
Huh... right. (Gah! I have to show him the evidence Mia gave me!)
Present Receipt
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Look closely at this."
White:
I had entered the Fey & Co. Law Offices.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Was it really you that went into the office? Or was it Miss May?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Unidentified fingerprints several days old were found in the Fey & Co. Law Offices. Those were obviously Mr. White's.
Phoenix:
(Gah! I have to show him the evidence Mia gave me!)
Edgeworth:
Now, Mr. White. Tell us why you went to the Fey & Co. Law Offices.
Present Receipt
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Look closely at this."
White:
Of course, I had done so to place the wiretap.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you tap Mia's phone!?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This has no bearing on the current case, Your Honor.
Judge:
Objection sustained. Mr. Wright... I don't see how asking the same questions again will make any difference.
Phoenix:
(Right! I have to show him the evidence Mia gave me!)
Present Receipt
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Look closely at this."
White:
That is when I saw this glass light stand.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you notice something as innocuous as a light stand!?
White:
The light stand was made entirely out of glass. It was quite stylish, so I guess it made a lasting impression on me.
Present Receipt
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Look closely at this."
Phoenix:
(Now I've just got to show him the proof Mia gave me!)
Phoenix:
Look closely at this. See the word "Maya" written in blood...?
Edgeworth:
Bwah hah! You're grasping!
Phoenix:
I think not. Look at the other side of the receipt.
Edgeworth:
Th-the other side?
Phoenix:
Your Honor. Would you tell the court what is written on the other side of that receipt?
Judge:
Hmm... Well! A "glass light stand"! And the date of purchase... Why, that's the day before the murder!
Phoenix:
You see! Mr. White. When you allegedly entered Fey & Co. Law Offices at the beginning of September... The stand could not have been there!
White:
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!?
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. White? Can't get out of this one, can you?
White:
No... It's impossachievable...
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... he's losing it.) ... Well, Your Honor. I understand there must be quite a bit of PRESSURE on you. But I think you'll agree you can't judge me "guilty" under these circumstances.
Judge:
! ...... Very well. Then, that is all for the trial of...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Not so fast, Phoenix Wright!
Phoenix:
Eh? (What! No way he can worm his way out of this one! Oh wait... I forgot. It's Edgeworth.)
Edgeworth:
There is a certain thread of logic to the defendant's claims. However! There is no concrete proof that Phoenix Wright is innocent!
Phoenix:
(...!)
Edgeworth:
Ergo! I would like to request one more day before Phoenix Wright is granted his freedom. I need time to make one more inquiry into this matter.
Judge:
Hmm...!
Phoenix:
(Another inquiry...!? This isn't going to be another one of those "updated autopsy reports"! This guy just makes up evidence as he pleases! This is bad...!)
Object
Phoenix:
Mr. White's guilt is obvious! There is no need to prolong this trial any further!
Judge:
Hmm. Well, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
If anyone is going to call Mr. White to trial, it would be me, the prosecution. I need a day to ascertain whether your claims have any basis in factual evidence!
Judge:
Hmm. I see. Objection denied!
Phoenix:
Whaaaat!
Leads to:
"The completion of the trial of Mr. Phoenix Wright will be postponed until tomorrow."
Wait and see what happens
Phoenix:
(Hmm. I don't know where he's going with this. I'd better hold back for now.)
Judge:
I see... Very well. As there is no objection from the defense, I grant Mr. Edgeworth his extra day.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh...)
Leads to:
"The completion of the trial of Mr. Phoenix Wright will be postponed until tomorrow."
Judge:
The completion of the trial of Mr. Phoenix Wright will be postponed until tomorrow.
Phoenix:
(No! There's no telling what will happen if I can't end this now! Edgeworth is sure to come up with--or just make up--something! And after Mia showed up to help me and all...)
White:
Mr. Your Honor! May I go home?
Judge:
Of course. Thank you for your time.
Phoenix:
(Gah!)
Mia:
The witness will stay!
Phoenix:
(M-Mia...!)
Mia:
Phoenix! Read this note out loud.
Phoenix:
Mia? What's this...?
Memo received from Mia.
Phoenix:
Your Honor. If I may...?
Judge:
You're quite persistent today, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(You bet I am! My life is riding on this one!) I have something I would like to read to the court!
Present Mia's Memo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The memo Mia had given me was a list of names."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
(No... that's not it! I can't mess this one up!)
Judge:
Something the matter?
Phoenix:
N-no, Your Honor!
Leads back to:
"I have something I would like to read to the court!"
Phoenix:
The memo Mia had given me was a list of names. Many of them sounded strangely familiar. People in finance, famous celebrities... That's when it happened.
White:
S-s-stop! Desist! Halt! P-please, stop! Make him stop! How... how did you get that list!?
Mia:
Mr. White. Admit your guilt, right here, right now. Or else this list will be released to the press!
White:
!!!
White:
... I... I confess. I confess. I... I did it. I hit her. I hit Miss Mia with "The Thinker"! ...
Mia:
Case closed, Your Honor.
Judge:
Well, I see no reason to continue this trial. Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
You've done it again! That was quite a spirited defense!
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. I guess you could say that. (If only you knew how "spirit"-ed it was!)
Judge:
Hmm. Well! This court finds the defense... Ahem! Rather, the defendant, Mr. Phoenix Wright...
Not Guilty
Judge:
That is all. The court is adjourned!
September 9, 2:24 PMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 1
Mia:
Well, I never thought I'd be saying this again... But, congratulations! You're lucky I was born a Fey!
Phoenix:
I'm lucky I had both you and Maya on my side.
Mia:
I'm glad you made it. ... Thank you, Phoenix. You risked a lot to help me... and Maya. I won't forget it as long as I live!
Phoenix:
(As long as you "live"...?)
Mia:
... My time here's running out.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Mia:
Maya's powers are still weak. I can't stay here that long.
Phoenix:
W-what!? No! There's still so much to say!
Mia:
Don't worry. I'm sure we'll meet again.
Phoenix:
Ch-Chief!
Mia:
Hee hee. I'm not the "Chief" anymore. Phoenix? Can you come to the office tonight... say, 9:00?
Phoenix:
The office...?
Mia:
I'll see you later.
Phoenix:
Chief... Mia!
September 9, 9:02 PMFey & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
(Being here, it's hard not to think about that night...)
???:
You came!
Phoenix:
Mia...
???:
I was kinda worried you might not.
Phoenix:
Huh? Of course I came...
???:
Well then! I'm pretty hungry. How about a burger?
Phoenix:
M-Mia...?
???:
... Bwah hah hah! You should see your face!
Phoenix:
Mia!
Maya:
What are you talking about? It's me! Maya!
Phoenix:
M-Maya...?
Maya:
What, did I look like my sister?
Phoenix:
(Look like... you WERE her!)
Maya:
Hmm! I might be able to use that. "Oh, Phoenix! Go to the store and buy me lunch, would you?"
Phoenix:
Uhm, Maya... Why are you here?
Maya:
Because of this! See? Mia wrote me a letter. "Take care of Phoenix for me."
Phoenix:
Take care of... huh?
Maya:
She means the office! This office! Someone has to help with the new Wright & Co. Law Offices, right? And who better but me! Maya Fey, reporting for duty! Wait, no, on second thought, let's make this casual! Yo, Nick! Maya here, ready to get down to business! You... don't mind me calling you "Nick," do you? It's a great name! Mia said that's what your friend Larry calls you.
Phoenix:
("Nick"...?)
Maya:
You know what this means? We're partners!
Phoenix:
You know, when I think about it... It is Maya's fault I'm here now. But... If it wasn't for her I'd probably be in jail! "Wright & Co. Law Offices." It's got a good ring to it. Yeah! Thanks, Maya!
Mia:
(Good luck, Phoenix. I'll always be here... watching.)
Maya:
Right! Okay, Nick, let's do it!
Phoenix:
Huh? Do... what?
Maya:
Burgers, dummy! Burgers! There's a great burger joint just down the street. C'mon! Time's a wasting!
Phoenix:
O-okay! Wait up!
THE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory.
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track?)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! This court see no reason to further prolong the trial. The defense has failed to give the court sufficient reason to doubt the prosecution's claim. This court find the defense, er, rather, the defendant, Mr. Phoenix Wright...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
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Episode 4Turnabout Storyteller
Anime cutscene
"Shisho":
...three, four, five, six, seven, eight... What time is it? It's nine! Ten, eleven...
???:
Sh-Shisho's dead...? No... D-Do you think... HE did it?
???:
Oh, no! I-If he did... then wh-what do we do?!
???:
Hey, pull yourself together!
???:
Don't worry. I have an idea...
May 13, 9:45 AMDistrict Court- Defendant Lobby No. 6
Athena:
(What the heck! Who brings a defendant to his own trial late?! Plus, the request was so last-minute, I didn't even have a chance to talk with my client!)
Widget:
He's late, he's late, for a very important date!
Athena:
My name is Athena Cykes. Armed with analytical psychology, and a full arsenal of legal know-how... I'm a fully-competent defender of the Wright Anything Agency! Though I wish my client would show up already -- the trial's about to start...
???:
Heh. It appears we made it just in time.
Athena:
Where have you BEEN?! The trial's about to start, Simon!
Blackquill:
You needn't get so worked up, Athena. His Baldness can wait.
Athena:
There's no way he'd wait for me! And besides, why would I want to start off on the wrong foot with him right out of the gate?!
Blackquill:
Dealing with such matters is part of being a lawyer, if I'm not mistaken.
Athena:
Yeah, well, covering for your lateness is not!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Still but a rank amateur, I see...
Athena:
This is Simon Blackquill. He might not look it, but he's actually a prosecutor, and a psychology specialist. He and I go way back... As for our shared specialization in psychology... ...we're both disciples of the same person so to speak, but he's kinda my senior, I guess. But twisted sense of humor or no, I wish he'd stop treating me like a child all the time.
Blackquill:
So, where are Wright-dono and Justice-dono?
Athena:
Mr. Wright is abroad, and Apollo is helping Trucy with her magic show. Didn't I tell you?
Blackquill:
They're what? So neither one of them are here? ...Leaving you to take this on alone?
Athena:
Yep!
Blackquill:
Ye gods... Call Wright-dono back. It's not too late.
Athena:
Oh no, not too late at all! He would only need to know how to teleport.
Blackquill:
Tsk. Very well... Then I will settle for Justice-dono. Go grab him by the horns and drag him here!
Athena:
Apollo is literally in the middle of a show, Simon! You may not want to admit it, but I've got what it takes to take on this case! Just leave this to me and go watch from the gallery!
Blackquill:
...As your defense derails in a spectacular fashion?
Athena:
No... As I win the heck out of this trial!
Blackquill:
..........
Athena:
I'll be okay -- promise! So wipe that look off your face already, will you? Anyway, I take it the guy behind you is...?
Blackquill:
Yes, he's your... ......Tsk, he's asleep again. Hoy, Bucky! Wake up!
???:
Giyaaaaaaaaaaah!
Bucky:
Owwwww... Whadja do DAT for, Simey...? *hic* ..........Hrrnhhh...? Who's dis yeller chickadee?
Blackquill:
She is your lawyer, such as it were. I'd say she's more "green" than "yellow" however.
Bucky:
Lawyer? She sure duzen't look it, dush she...? Is she, like, yer fellow apprentice or sumfin'...?
Blackquill:
...Heh, something like that. I've known her longer than I've known you. You could say we're bound to one another.
Bucky:
Ohhhh, m'kay... Well den. Geussh I better call 'er MIZ chickadee, den.
Athena:
Simon... This guy's not only rude, but he's three sheets to the wind at his own trial...
Bucky:
Eh heh heh, heh... *hic*
Athena:
I know we just met, but... I'm about ready to give him a piece of my mind!
Blackquill:
Do as you will. Just save it for after the trial.
Bucky:
Miz Chickadee...
Athena:
(Don't call me that!)
Bucky:
How'd y'da...? Simey here'sh an old frienda mine... I'm the fourth-generation head chef o'"Whet Soba." "Whet Noodle No. 4," Bucky Whet! Nice to meetcha!
Athena:
I-It's... nice to meet you, too, Mr. Whet. (So he CAN pull himself together when he wants to! Grr... If only the trial wasn't starting in a few minutes...)
Blackquill:
Having been accused of a murder that only occurred yesterday... ...I'm afraid it's taken a toll on the poor boy.
Athena:
And you happened to be there at the theater where it all happened, too, right? They said they found a rakugo storyteller murdered in his dressing room.
Blackquill:
Indeed. The victim, master storyteller Taifu Toneido, was a long time patron of Whet Soba. Master Toneido had been looking after Bucky ever since Whet Noodle No. 3 passed away.
Athena:
I see. So the victim was kind of like a father to the defendant, huh.
Bucky:
Dat shtupid ol' fart... Like a father...?! Naw way! He was alwaysh disshing my soba...
Blackquill:
How dare you speak ill of him? Running your mouth like that is why they suspected you of his murder in the first place! Now, pull yourself together. No. 3 must be rolling in his grave.
Bucky:
...B-B-But Siiiiimey... *hic* Da police... None o' dem believesh me... Dey won' lishen t'me *sniffle*
Athena:
(It looks like he's still in shock from the whole ordeal) Don't worry, Mr. Whet. Everything's gonna be all right! I'm going to defend you with everything I've got. You're in good hands now!
Bucky:
Y'mean... you believe me, ma'am...?
Athena:
Of course! No matter what I'll believe in you to the very end!
Bucky:
Gee whiz, Miz Chickadee...
Athena:
Now c'mon, I need you to shape up -- just like those al dente noodles of yours!
Bucky:
Yesh, ma'am...! My soba ish the freshesht... *urp*
Athena:
M-Mr. Whet!
Blackquill:*sigh* Bucky, you great, big pillock.
Athena:
So, uh, how exactly do you know this guy?
Blackquill:
I used to frequent Whet Soba -- and still do, in fact -- so I've known him since he was a lad. That's why his father and Master Toneido were always so good to me.
Athena:
...I didn't know you liked soba so much, Simon.
Blackquill:
I wouldn't expect one such as you, who eats meat slapped between slabs of bread... ...to understand the delicate taste, and the subtle textures imparted by buckwheat flour.
Athena:
Hey, that's just rude!
Blackquill:
But I digress.
Athena:
(Hmph! I'm all about flavor and subtlety and stuff!)
Blackquill:
If I let Whet Soba end like this... ...I'll never be able to face No. 3 or Master Toneido in the next life.
Athena:
Ah, I see... And that's why you came to me! You wanted someone you could trust!
Blackquill:
It was never my intention to ask YOU.
Athena:
Grrrrr... (I'll show him! I'll show him I can handle it just fine!)
Blackquill:
Well, I believe it's about time.
Athena:
What?! But we haven't even properly discussed the case yet!
Blackquill:
What's the matter? You look nervous, Athena. Don't tell me you're "chickadee"-ing out.
Athena:
I-I'm just trembling with the excitement of battle -- that's all!
Athena:
Auf geht's! Let's do this! Come on, Mr. Whet! Get up off the floor -- we've got a case to win!
Bucky:
Yesh, Miz Chickadee... I'm gonna do my besht... *hic*
Whet Soba! Whet Soba!Whet Soba! Whet Soba! Whet Soba!
Bucky:
Yello! Two bowls of noodles...? Sorry sir, no can do... Kinda busy at the courthouse... Huh? Dey, dey hung up... Eh heh. Okay! Let'sh do dish... *hic*
Athena:
...He's not going to do himself or his case any favors like this, Simon. Maybe we should let him go get some rest somewhere...?
Bucky:
Lemme resht? Hah! Mehbee if I were a lump o' regular flour dough fer udon noodles! But I'm fresh, like my soba! 'N y'don't let soba dough resht... 'S all about the "three freshes"! Grind da buckwheat seeds fresh, cut da dough fresh, and boil da noodles fre-- *urp*
Blackquill:
H-He's blacked out!
Athena:
(Oh, boy. I just KNEW something like this would happen) Simon, what are these "three freshes" of soba he was talking about?
Blackquill:
First, buckwheat seeds, or "groats," are ground to make buckwheat flour. Then dough made with the flour is cute with a large, rectangular knife into noodles. And, finally, the buckwheat noodles are boiled. Each step is done immediately, one after the other, so that the soba is fresh when eaten.
Athena:
Oh, so that's what he meant. (I wouldn't want him to make me any soba right now, though, that's for sure.)
Blackquill:
Athena, this is no time for idle chatter. You need to get into the courtroom, now. Just remember: as a prosecutor, I will be unable to lend you a hand. So don't expect any help from my quarter.
Athena:
There you go, treating me like I'm incompetent again! For your information, I wasn't planning on asking you for help anyway! (Grrr! Just you wait, Simon! I'll show you! Mr. Wright and Apollo may not be here... ...but that's all right. I can do this on my own!)
May 13, 9:50 AMDistrict Court - Courtroom No. 4
Day 1Court Is Now In SessionAll Rise
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Bucky Whet.
Athena:
The defense is ready, Your Honor!
Nahyuta:
The prosecution is fully prepared, Your Honor.
Judge:
What's this? No prayer this time, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
That is correct, Your Honor. To expedite these proceedings, I completed them beforehand in the lobby.
Judge:
How very thoughtful of you. By the way, what brings you back to this country?
Nahyuta:
Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth himself called on me to handle this case. Besides, I have a debt to repay. And though my opponent is yet a callow thing... I have no qualms with sending her down to hell.
Athena:
Athena:
If you have a score to settle, it's with Apollo, not me! But more importantly... I am not a "callow thing." I'm a qualified and capable attorney!
Nahyuta:
Then what is that yellow attire, if not proof of your immaturity, you small, spring chick? Now, cease your shrill chirping.
Judge:
Now, now, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. She is still only a teenager. Please go easy on her.
Athena:
(Great! Now even the judge is giving me the kid treatment!)
Nahyuta:
Very well. Shall we begin, Your Honor?
Judge:
Hmm, I suppose we should. Now then, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, please give your opening statement.
Athena:
(I'll show them what I can do! They'll be sorry they underestimated me!)
Nahyuta:
Certainly. Let the last rites of the victim commence. The incident is believed to have occurred at around 4 PM yesterday, May 12... at a storytellers' theater called "Kurukuru Tei." The victim was a great master of the Toneido school of "rakugo," or "comedic storytelling." His name was Taifu Toneido. The scene of the murder was the theater's dressing room. It is accessible via the stall entrance hallway, and has an inner and outer sliding door.
Backstage Diagram added to the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
The estimated time of death is between 2 PM and 5 PM. The cause of death is suffocation, though how the victim suffocated is yet to be determined. The autopsy report found nothing unusual in his lungs or stomach, and there is no murder weapon. I will now submit the incident report to the court.
Crime Scene Report added to the Court Record.
Taifu's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Athena:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! How can you name Mr. Whet as the culprit... when you don't know how the victim was killed -- or even with what?!
Nahyuta:
While it is true that the weapon and precise method are, as yet, unknown... the accused is the only one who had the opportunity to commit the murder. I will explain this assertion in further detail as we continue.
Athena:
(Ugh. I guess this means he has some kind of evidence to present...)
Nahyuta:
Now, would the accused care to plead his case?
Judge:
Come to think of it, where IS the defendant, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
S-Sorry, Your Honor. But I'm afraid Mr. Whet isn't feeling very well, and is resting in the infirmary.
Nahyuta:
Surely it is the lack of a clear conscience that impedes him from facing this court.
Athena:
(Great. Starting off on the wrong foot already...)
Nahyuta:
Mr. Whet is the head chef of a soba shop frequented by the victim. On the day of the incident, Mr. Whet went to the theater at the victim's request. Taifu Toneido was a connoisseur of soba. As you can see in these photographs... he was apparently making soba himself in his dressing room that very day. The soba found at the scene is likely the soba he himself made there.
Athena:
(Liking soba is one thing, but making it in a theater dressing room's a bit much, non?)
Judge:
Master Toneido truly had a passion for soba, didn't he? For a man like that to be murder by a soba chef is simply unthinkable.
Nahyuta:
And yet, the accused had ample motive. For in the victim's safe, we discovered the deed to the accused's shop. Mr. Whet was to inherit Whet Soba when he lost his father recently. However, it's believed the victim stole the shop's deed during the transfer process. The prosecution believes the accused killed the victim in order to get the deed back.
Whet Soba Deed added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... A murder over the deed to a shop... That does sound like a plausible motive.
Athena:
(So THAT'S what this case is about... I wish Simon had filled me in a little better... I could've contributed more than just a thousand buckets of cold sweat if he had...)
Nahyuta:
Defense. From your demeanor, I gather you know very little about the details of this case.
Athena:
W-Well, you see...
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
You are dishonoring the soul of the victim by appearing in the courtroom unprepared. You are an embarrassment to your profession, you putrid egg yolk!
Athena:
Eeeeeek! I-I'm sorry! (Apollo's a "red pepper," and now, I'm an "egg yolk"?! We've only just started and I've already been demoted from "spring chick"...)
Nahyuta:
I am ready to call my witness, Your Honor. Let us listen to the words of one who was present when the crime was discovered.
Athena:
(Someone who was there when the victim's body was found?)
Judge:
Very well. Witness, please take the stand.
Nahyuta:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Blackquill:
Simon Blackquill... Prosecutor.
Athena:
P-Prosecutor Blackquill! You didn't tell me you were going to take the stand!
Blackquill:
There simply wasn't time.
Nahyuta:
What a shame, Prosecutor Blackquill. Had you shared the damning scene you witnessed beforehand with the defense... we could've moved this trial along, and saved the victim's soul that much faster.
Athena:
("D-Damning scene"...? What in the world did Simon see?)
Blackquill:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, was it? Before I give my testimony, there's something I'd like to confirm.
Nahyuta:
By all means.
Blackquill:
This case involves "rakugo," a very traditional form of Japanese comedic storytelling. Do you have enough knowledge of this art form to handle the case competently?
Nahyuta:
Are you implying that I am not qualified for this case?
Blackquill:
Not yet -- I am simply trying to ascertain your familiarity with the topic... for now.
Nahyuta:
It is the prosecutor's duty to learn the background of any case he takes on. I did some rakugo last night, and have grasped the overall idea of it.
Blackquill:
Hmph. How much could you possibly grasp in a single night?
Nahyuta:
Rakugo is a form of entertaining storytelling that originated in the land of Japan. In it, the storyteller sits alone on the stage, with only a fan and a towel as... and the rakugo artist tells long, whimsical stories, giving each character a distinct voice. This traditional art was originally invented by monks to make sermons more interesting. Are you satisfied? If not, I could explain the twelve types of endings to such stories... or shall I perform the famous story of Jugemu instead?
Blackquill:
Augh! I-It appears you have put in a bit of study...
Nahyuta:
Your acknowledgement is most welcome, Prosecutor Blackquill.
Judge:
I can see why you are know for being quite thorough in your research, prosecutor. Now, I would love to see you perform that story you mentioned, if you don't mind.
Nahyuta:
If that is Your Honor's request... Jugemu, Jugemu--
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor! Could we please get back to the trial?!
Judge:
Oh, right! Of course. I nearly forgot!
Athena:
Seriously? Of all the things for you to forget...
Judge:
Ahem! Now then, back to the case. Prosecutor Blackquill. Please tell the court what you witnessed.
Witness Testimony
-- What Simon Saw --
Blackquill:
I went to the theater yesterday, and arrived at... approximately 4 PM.
I went straight to Master Tonedio's dressing room to say hello.
Bucky went into the dressing room thereafter, only to come storming out a while later.
Master Toneido's junior disciple, Uendo, apparently then entered the room soon after.
That's when Unedo discovered Master Toniedo's body.
Athena:
N-Now, wait just a minute here, Prosecutor Blackquill! W-With a testimony like that... you're practically accusing Mr. Whet of the crime!
Blackquill:
All I can do is state what I saw. I can't help how it appears. But a "qualified and capable attorney" such as you should be able to dispatch with it, right?
Athena:
W-Well, yeah, duh! (A-All right. I guess I'd better start by getting all the info out of him that I can.)
Cross Examination
-- What Simon Saw --
Blackquill:
I went to the theater yesterday, and arrived at... approximately 4 PM.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Prosecutor Blackquill, what did you go to the theater for in the first place?
Blackquill:
I went because I had received an invitation from Master Toneido. Here, see for yourself. It was a special show commemorating his junior disciple Uendo's promotion. It was also an occasion to announce the boy's succession to the stage name of "Uendo II."
Athena:
Um, so what exactly does it mean to "succeed to a stage name"?
Blackquill:
Hmph. You really don't know, do you? In the performing arts, a name succession is when an artist inherits a predecessor's name.
Athena:
I see. So there was another "Uendo" rakugo artist before, and this disciple succeeded him, huh. And what did your invitation say?
Blackquill:
It contained a simple letter of salutations and an outline of the show's program.
Judge:
...Oh! It appears Taifu Toneido was going to perform "Tokisoba," or "Time Soba." He's famous for his masterful pantomime of eating soba, using only his fan as a prop. And Uendo was to peform "Soba Sei," or "Soba Glutton." A soba-themed show, I see!
Blackquill:
It seems you know a thing or two about rakugo yourself, Your Baldness. The first to perform was the senior disciple, Geiru, followed by Uendo... and, lastly, Master Toneido.
Invitation added to Court Record
Athena:
I see. So that's why you happened to be at the storytellers' theater yesterday. So what happened after you arrived?
Blackquill:
I went straight to Master Toneido's dressing room to say hello.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
And how did Master Toneido appear when you said hello to him?
Blackquill:
I went with the intention of greeting him, but ultimately, we didn't actually meet.
Athena:
Y-You didn't see him? Why not?
Blackquill:
Geiru escorted me to the dressing room... but we heard the sound of rakugo being performed from within. Thinking the master was rehearsing, we decided to wait in the hall until he was done.
Athena:
You heard rakugo being performed in the dressing room.
Blackquill:
Yes. Not just me, but Geiru as well.
Nahyuta:
In other words, you can confirm that the victim was still alive at around 4 PM?
Blackquill:
Correct. I couldn't hear him clearly through the doors, but I'm sure it was Master Toneido. I could tell because it was "Time Soba" routine being performed in there.
Athena:
(Hmm... So that means the victim was killed sometime after that...)
Blackquill:
Bucky went into the dressing room thereafter, only to come storming out a while later.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Please tell us in detail how Mr. Whet appeared at the time.
Blackquill:
Geriu and I were waiting in the hallway for Master Toneido to finish practicing... when Bucky appeared and entered the dressing room with his thing.
Athena:
What happened after that?
Blackquill:
We heard what sounded like Bucky shouting inside the room. About ten minutes later, Bucky came back out of the dressing room looking rather irate.
Nahyura:
This is most likely when the murder was committed. The victim was an elderly man. It would've been entirely possible to kill within the span of ten minutes.
Athena:
(Arngh...! I'd better come up with some kind of counterargument, and fast!)
Blackquill:
Master Toneido's junior disciple, Uendo, apparently then entered the room soon after.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
What do you mean by "apparently"? Didn't you see him go in?
Blackquill:
No, I couldn't. I wasn't able to see the dressing room door from where I was standing at the time. But Geiru was right in front of it, so I'm sure she saw it all.
Athena:
I-I see. And why do you suppose Uendo went to the dressing room anyway?
Blackquill:
He had just finished his routine, so he was making a courtesy call. A disciple is to pay their master respect tight before and after each performance.
Athena:
And all disciples are expected to do this?
Blackquill:
Yes, it's common courtesy among rakugo artists.
Athena:
I see. Could you tell us what happened after Uendo went into the dressing room?
Blackquill:
Certainly.
Blackquill:
That's when Uendo discovered Master Toneido's body.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
And how did Uendo act at the time?
Blackquill:
After Uendo had been in the dressing for two or three minutes... we heard a scream from inside the room, and Uendo came flying out.
Athena:
Did you hear any signs of a struggle at that time?
Blackquill:
No, just Uendo's woeful scream.
Athena:
I-I see...
Athena:
(Simon has no reason to lie, but I also don't have much to go on. I'd better ask all the questions I can.)
After pressing all statements:
Judge:
Hmm... Well done, Prosecutor Blackquill. Your testimony has given us quite a glimpse into the sequence of events.
Nahyuta:
Thank you, Prosecutor Blackquill. And now, please allow me to summairze your testimony. While Prosecutor Blackquill and Geiru were in the hallway waiting for Master Toneido... the accused came along and entered the dressing room with some items in tow. He was heard shouting for a time inside the dressing room. About ten minutes later, he came back out of the room, seeming rather angry. A short time after the accused had come and gone, Uendo Toneido went into the room. A few minutes later, after having discovered the victim's body, Uendo gave a scream... and came running out into the hallway from within. Prosecutor Blackquill and Geiru then ran into the room and saw the body for themselves. From the circumstances, it is quite clear that the accused murdered the victim.
Judge:
Hmm... This is crucial testimony indeed.
Simon's Statement added to the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
Defense. An eyewitness has given conclusive testimony. Why not let it all go now, and allow the victim his last rites?
Athena:
Not on your life! If Uendo went into the dressing, too, and was the first to discover the body... then who's to say HE didn't commit the crime!
Nahyuta:
Uendo was in the dressing room for a mere two, perhaps three minutes. He could not have possibly committed the murder in that time, nor without making any noise.
Athena:
(Ooh, Simon! Why did you have to give that awful testimony!) Prosecutor Blackquill! Can't you give me something a little better to work with here?!
Blackquill:
Isn't it up to you to ask the right questions? I am certainly willing to tell you all that I know. So, if you are truly capable as you claim, then draw out what you need yourself!
Athena:
This is no time for your twisted games, Prosecutor Blackquill! Just admit that you don't remember it all that well!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Prosecutor Blackquill... Watching you collude with the defense like this, I see that you are no prosecutor. Be gone, witness! You shall haunt this sacred hall no more!
Blackquill:
Hmph. How dare you treat me like some evil spirit to be exorcised. I'll remember this, you blackguard...
Athena:
Don't worry, Prosecutor Blackquill. I've got this!
Nahyuta:
Would I have my way, he would not be the only one here to step down... you half-boiled, putrid egg yolk!
Athena:
(Eww... I object to the notion that I'm a gooey, smelly mess!)
Nahyuta:
Prosecutor Blackquill's testimony was like the lowly opening act of a rakugo show. He may hold the title "prosecutor," but this time, he stood on the side of the defense. To restore balance to this trial, I would like to present an actual witness for the prosecution.
Judge:
And who is this witness?
Nahyuta:
The person who was with Prosecutor Blackquill when the body was discovered. She is another entertainer of the Toneido School: Ms. Geiru Toneido.
Judge:
Please state your name and occupation, witness.
Geiru:
Hello, everyone! I'm here to represent the Toneido School with a twisty, twist, twiist! And BLOOOON! There you have it! A stunning balloon hat! It's me! The balloon artist you all know and love, Geeeiru Toneidoooo! Just call me Geiru, sweetie! One, two... BLOOOON!
Judge:
Wh-What a way to capture your audience's attention! I daresay I can't take my eyes off those balloons.
Athena:
Please tell me you're talking about the hat, Your Honor...
Geiru:
Oh Mister Judgey! I'm so glad you liked my performance! Would you consider joining my fan club, pwetty pwease?
Judge:
Oh, absolutely!
Athena:
And please save your fanboying for after the trial, Your Honor... Anyway, Geiru... I can't help but notice, you seem awfully cheerful for having just lost your master.
Geiru:
Of course I'm sad... But Shisho would scold me if I didn't put on a big smile. Never show sadness! Smile, smile, smile! With a twisty, twist, twiiist! And BLOOOON! There you have it! One gorgeous cake!
Athena:
I-I see. I guess an entertainer's gotta do what an entertain's gotta do... (Her balloon art's worse than a Rorschach test. All I saw was a severed monster head...) Geiru, you're obvious a balloon artist. So how did you come to be a member of a rakugo school?
Geiru:
Well, my father -- my late father, that is -- was a rakugo artist, you see... So I joined the Toneido School to be just like my daddy someday!
Athena:
I see.
Geiru:
My father and I owe so much to Shisho, our master! But that Bucky Whet... Oooooh, how could he?! I want to see him pay for what he's done as quickly as possible!
Judge:
Your distress is entirely understandable. And my condolences for your loss.
Geiru:
And, and, not only that, but he...
Athena:
Y-You have more to say about Mr. Whet?
Geiru:
Every time he comes to deliver soba to us, he yells at me! He always tells me to "get away!"
Athena:
Is there any reason why he would say such a thing to you?
Geiru:
He says the smell of my perfume will get into his soba and ruin it! Like, how can he say that?! This is a greaaaat scent!
Judge:
Hmph! How very rude of him. I don't blame you for being upset.
Athena:
Excuse me, Your Honor! But please don't let Geiru's "balloons" bias your judgement! Mr. Whet hasn't been proven guilty yet, remember?!
Nahyuta:
Hmph. It will be interesting to see how long that fire of yours will last, defense. Now then Geiru. Please share the truth with this court.
Judge:
Yes Geiru. Your testimony please.
Witness Testimony
-- Before the Murder Was Discovered --
Geiru:
From 4 PM to a little after 4:20 PM, when Shisho's body was found...
...Simon and I were standing in the hallway in front of the dressing room.
Before Uendo discovered the body, the only person who had gone in there was Bucky.
Come to think of it, a little while before Bucky showed up, Jugemu was barking like mad!
Nahyuta:
Prosecutor Blackquill, do you have any objections to this witnesses's testimony?
Blackquill:
........No. Tsk! Make up your bloody mind, Sad Monk Sahdmadhi. First you exorcise me, now this.
Nahyuta:
Hmph. You only do as you are instructed by this humble servant of the Holy Mother. As there are no objections, Your Honor, let us move on to the salvation of the victim's soul.
Athena:
Athena:
Hey! I'M the defense attorney here, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! And I might have an objection or two once I ACTUALLY cross-examine the witness! So what are you asking Prosecutor Blackquill for?! I'M the one you should be checking with!
Nahyuta:
There is a passage in the sacred scriptures of Khura'inism. "To stir the wind is beyond the power of a spring chick." In other words, the inexperienced are useless. With that in mind, it seemed more judicious to consult with Prosecutor Blackquill.
Blackquill:
Ha ha ha! He doesn't even see you as an adversary Cykes-dono!
Athena:
Well, I won't let either one of you insult me! I'll show you I'm no inexperienced "spring chick"! Your Honor! I'm ready to cross-examine the witness!
Judge:
Hmm... I hope you can make Prosecutor Sahdmadhi see you as a worthy adversary, Ms. Cykes. I'll allow your cross-examination, so you'd better strike while the iron is hot!
Cross Examination
-- Before the Murder Was Discovered --
Geiru:
From 4PM to a little after 4:20 PM, when Shisho's body was found...
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So the murder must've happened sometime in those twenty minutes, correct? But twenty minutes isn't a lot of time, is it?
Geiru:
I don't know... I mean, what do you want me to saaay? That's what happened, y'know? Isn't that right, Simon?
Blackquill:
Yes. Geiru and I can both confirm that Master Toneido still lived at around 4PM.
Athena:
Oh, yeah... You can, can't you?
Geiru:
Seeeee!
Geiru:
Simon and I were standing in the hallway in front of the dressing room.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
The fact that the two of you were there in front of the dressing room... means you were able to see everyone who went in and out, right?
Geiru:
Of course! O-Or are you insinuating... that I was daydreaming or sleeping while standing up or something?
Athena:
No, of course not...
Geiru:
I saw everything, I tell you!
Athena:
F-Fine. (So you say, anyway. But did you really?)
Geiru:
Before Uendo discovered the body, the only person who had gone in there was Bucky.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Only the defendant and Uendo entered around the time of the murder?
Geiru:
That's right! That's why it must've been Bucky who... who killed poor Shishooo...!
Athena:
Um, let's take a deep breath, okay, Geiru? So not a single person set foot into the dressing room during that time?
Geiru:
I already told you over and over, didn't I? There was nobody else.
Nahyuta:
I must apologize on the lawyer's behalf. Even her memory is that of a spring chick's. Please overlook her transgression as best as you can.
Geriu:
Oh, I see... Poor thing! Hang in there, sweetie!
Athena:
(Hey! Who are you calling a birdbrain, buddy!)
Geiru:
Come to think of it, a little while before Bucky showed up, Jugemu was barking like mad!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
"Jugemu"?
Geiru:
Thats my doggie! I keep him at the theater. Let's see... With a twisty, twist, twiiist! And BLOOOON! There you have it! My cute widdle Judgemu!
Athena:
He's... kinda creepy-looking...
Geiru:
Oh, but he's a really, really good boy!
Athena:
A-And why was Jugemu barking? Do you think it's because he saw someone suspicious? If so, then we'd have a new suspect in this case.
Geiru:
Hmm... Now, why he was barking again...? Oh, I remember! Because it was time for me to feed him! So I went into his yard and gave him some food.
Athena: 
Couldn't somebody have slipped into the dressing room while you were doing that?
Geiru:
Nope, the door out into the yard was wiiide open. I would've seen if anybody went into the dressing room.
Athena:
Prosecutor Blackquill, come down to the stand for a sec... please!
Blackquill:
Hmph. How many times must I do this?
Athena:
You saw what Geiru was talking about, right? So why didn't you mention it before?!
Blackquill:
Hmph! I can't be expected to remember every minute detail!
Athena:
Well, remember them now -- please! Did Geiru go out into the yard?
Blackquill:
Yes. I remember now that she went to feed Jugemu. And I saw her looking towards the dressing room quite frequently as well.
Athena:
Do you recall anything else?
Blackquill:
It looked as though she were feeding the dog a great quality of dumplings or something. Jugemu couldn't finish them all, so he buried the rest in a corner of the yard. That's about all I can remember.
Simon's Statement updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
(Hmm... It looks like Geiru was telling the truth.) Your Honor, I'd like Geiru's last statement added to her testimony.
Judge:
As you wish, defense.
Change this statement to:
"I was in the yard, but the door was wide open, so I could keep watch on the dressing room."
Geiru:
I was in the yard, but the door was wide open, so I could keep watch on the dressing room.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
You know what this means, right, Geiru? You weren't in the hallway the entire time after all, were you?
Geiru:
Well, okay, so I did go out into the yard, but it was just for a second. And the yard door was wide open, so I could still see the dressing room the whole time.
Athena:
(The door was open, so she could still see the dressing room?) Prosecutor Blackquill, I need you on the stand again -- please!
Blackquill:
What am I, your lady-in-waiting?
Athena:
Do you remember anything about the time Geiru was in the yard?
Blackquill:
Simply that Jugemu buried the food he couldn't finish in a corner of the yard. That's about all I can remember.
Athena:
Thank you. (I didn't really need to her about the dog again, though...)
Geiru:
When I finished feeding Jugemu, I returned to the hallway. And then, I saw Bucky go into the dressing room! No question about it!
Present Backstage Diagram
Athena:
Leads to:
"So, you were able to keep an eye on the dressing room while you were out in the yard."
Athena:
(Okay, so, around the time of the murder... Geiru and Simon were hanging out just outside the dressing room. Guess I'm going to have to find a flaw in there somehow if I want to get anywhere.)
Athena:
So, you were able to keep an eye on the dressing room while you were out in the yard. Is that correct?
Geiru:
That's right. The door out into the yard was wide open.
Athena:
Sorry, but that makes zero sense. Take a look at this diagram of the backstage area. There is a clear contradiction between this diagram and the witnesses's testimony!
Judge:
Oh...? I'm afraid I don't understand, Ms. Cykes. Please point out what contradicts the witness's testimony.
Present the area near the door in the yard
Athena:
Leads to:
"Geiru was in the yard near the doghouse. Prosecutor Blackquill even saw her there."
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Geiru:
Um... Difficult ideas make my head hurt... but it's easy to see your head must be as light and empty as this balloon!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I don't see anything contradictory about that spot, either. A heavy penalty for lightweight thinking!
Athena:
Urk. I-I promise to point out the contradiction this time, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well. Now then...
Leads back to:
"Please point out what contradicts the witness's testimony."
Athena:
Geiru was in the yard near the doghouse. Prosecutor Blackquill even saw her there. And while she was there, the door to the yard had been left open.
Judge:
Ah! I see!
Athena:
Yes, if the door to the yard was "wide open," as Geiru said... it would've blocked her view, making it impossible for her to see the dressing room!
Geiru:
What?! No waaay!
Nahyuta:
But even if there were admittedly a few moments Geiru was not keeping watch... how much would that really affect this case?
Athena:
It would greatly affect the case! From the spot Prosecutor Blackquill stood, he couldn't see the dressing room door, either. Anyone could have entered the dressing room during that time without being seen!
Geiru:
Eeeeeek!
Athena:
Geiru, why did you try to hide the fact that you weren't watching the dressing room?
Geiru:
What? I-I-I...
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
"Hide the fact"? You speak as though you think she had something to do with the murder. Rather than a deliberate deception, it was more likely a simple oversight. Right witness?
Geiru:
Well... I... I was so shocked by what happened I was just confused, that's all.
Nahyuta:
Even though she is trying to keep up a brave front as an entertainer... the truth is that she is being torn apart by grief. For her mind to be in turmoil is hardly unexpected.
Judge:
Yes, it must be very difficult, indeed.
Nahyuta:
To a disciple, one's master is akin to a real parent. Surely, her shock is immense. The way this lawyer tries to pin the blame on this poor soul at first opportunity... All I can say is... defense attorneys are heartless creatures indeed.
Athena:
But I wasn't...! That was't what I was trying to do...!
Nahyuta:
Is it beyond your comprehension, defense? Your unskilled argument is scarring this witness even further. And is we ask the people of this courtroom, I am sure they would agree.
Athena:
What?! The gallery doesn't get a say in this!
Nahyuta:
Are you afraid to find out that they think ill of you? Or perhaps you are in the wrong? Listen to them now with that keen sense of hearing you are so proud of.
Gallery:
He's right. That was harsh. She didn't have to go that far!I feel kind of sorry for the witness... And why is the lawyer's outfit so yellow?
Athena:
N-No... I was just trying... to find the truth... (Why is the whole gallery siding with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?)
Nahyuta:
The people understand... They know what is right, and what is wrong.
Gallery:
That lawyer's still in training, isn't she? Why is she all by herself?
Athena:
(I hear the voices of the gallery... I can hear the voices of their hearts...! It's so intense... I feel so alone up here, fighting by myself...)
Nahyuta:
Are you afraid, child? It is ludicrous to come to a trial with such paltry preparation of the soul! I command you to leave this courtroom at once!
Athena:
(B-But I can't give up... I have to... I have to... keep pressing on...) As long as there was a moment when nobody was watching the dressing room door... the defendant can't be convicted solely on Prosecutor Blackquill and Geiru's testimonies!
Nahyuta:
Hmph. Even now, you would continue to resist? You are childish in defeat as well, I see.
Athena:
I'm not out for the count yet, buster! I'm just getting started!
Nahyuta:
Despite your posturing, is it not true that your resolve could crumble at any moment? With a little push, you would surely succumb to despair. A little push such as with this piece of conclusive evidence.
Athena:
"C-conclusive evidence," huh?
Nahyuta:
That is correct. We found a critical piece of evidence at the scene of the crime: The victim's dying message, which clearly implicates the accused, Bucky Whet! Look at these Japanese playing cards -- known as "karuta" -- lined up on the table. These special English-version karuta cards spell out a message. That message: "WHET NO 4."
Athena:
"WHET NO 4" ...? Y-You mean, "Whet Noodle No. 4"?!
Nahyuta:
Yes, "Whet Noodle No. 4," as the fourth head chef of Whet Soba is also known. The message points to none other than the accused, Bucky Whet!
Athena:
Noooooooooooo!
Judge:
Th-That makes perfect sense, doesn't it!
Geiru:
Wow! Great job, Mr. Prosecutor!
Athena:
(Oh, no! This is really, really bad! What do I do, what do I do?!)
Crime Scene Report updated in the Court Record.
Nahyuta:
Would you still carry on your futile fight in the face of this irrefutable evidence?
Athena:
Y-You can say whatever you want, but we won't know until we--
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
It is cruel to give the accused false hope. You will only compound his suffering. Wise people of the courtroom, do you not agree?
Gallery:
He's right. It's cruel to make him suffer when there's conclusive evidence. What an incompetent newb! I feel bad for the victim AND the defendant!
Athena:
(Wh-What?! But I'm trying to prove Mr. Wher's innocence here!)
Nahyuta:
I know you can hear them, defense. Their voice implore you to save the accused's soul. It is time for you to let it go, and move on, you inexperienced lawyer. You lack the competence with which to accomplish anything meaningful here!
Athena:
(I-Is he right? Is this too much for me to handle on my own?)
Gallery:
What good is she doing anybody? She should just quit right now!
Athena:
(Grrnngh...)
Nahyuta:
Now, defense. Leave everything to this humble servant of the Holy Mother.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
He's trying to use your keen sense of hearing against you to manipulate the trial, Athena. What a cheap trick for a supposedly holy man.
Athena:
S-Simon...!
Blackquill:
And you fopdoodles in the gallery! Can't a man watch a trial in peace?! This inexperienced amateur is about to turn the trial around!
Gallery:
Does that prosecutor really think she can turn things around...?
Athena:
(The mood in this courtroom is starting to change!)
Judge:
Prosecutor Blackquill! What are you doing at the defense's bench?!
Blackquill:
Hmph. I grew bored of watching from the gallery. Besides, if I were to leave this trial to this spring chick... and lose my favorite soba shop in the process, I will be quite cross.
Nahyuta:
You voluntarily stand on the side of impurity and sin? Truly, what a fool you are.
Blackquill:
To think, you were so easily manipulated by his parlor tricks... What happened to "qualified and capable," Athena?
Athena:
I-I just let my guard down a little bit! But it won't happen again!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Then gird up your loins, and steel yourself for battle!
Athena:
I'm not girding up anything in this skirt! But I AM ready to get serious!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
It seems there is now yet another soul I must cast down into hell...
Blackquill:
I was in prison for a long time. And "hell" sounds no worse than "cell," to be honest.
Nahyuta:
Ah, but the fires of hell will not be the end of your suffering. For the sin you have just committed, you shall surely be reborn as a panda in your next life. A white and black, reverse panda, that is. And you shall be put in a zoo, to be exposed to public ridicule.
Athena:
A threat like that won't work on Prosecutor Blackquill! After all, he's already used to looking like a panda in THIS life!
Blackquill:
Who are you calling a panda?!
Athena:
S-Sorry!
Nahyuta:
I see that you are both prepared to face the fires of damnation. Geiru, thank you for your service. You may step down now.
Geiru:
Okey-dokey! Bye-bye-ballooooon!
Athena:
(Does EVERYTHING have to be about balloons with her...?)
Nahyuta:
Now, then. I have a witness prepared to testify about the karuta cards.
Judge:
And who is the witness this time?
Nahyuta:
The first to discover the body, and someone who witnessed the crime scene firsthand. Mr. Uendo Toneido. The time has come for that ponytailed pair over there to finally let it go, and move on.
Judge:
Very well. Let's bring in this witness, then.
Judge:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Uendo:
I am the rakugo storyteller Uendo Toneido. Even if my performance isn't worth watching, I will certainly watch my words. I wouldn't want to say anything thoughtless and get arrested. After all, that'd be... a "raku-no-no"! Hee hee! Thank you, everybody! Good night!
Athena:
Athena:
You can't leave yet! You've only just introduced yourself!
Uendo:
Oh, my, my! Are you a fan of mine, miss? Would you like my autograph? One moment...
Athena:
Ow! What do you think you're doing?!
Uendo:
No need to stand on ceremony! My fan deserves a fan, after all. A "fan" for a "fan"! Nice one! Hee hee! Oh, why if it isn't Simon! How are you on this fine day, sir? Quite a dilly of a pickle we've found ourselves in, wouldn't you say?
Blackquill:
I don't believe I've ever seen you talk quite so much, Uendo.
Uendo:
Never performed in a place like this, y'know. I got butterflies here, can't you see? Hee hee!
Athena:
(Why do I always get the weird ones?)
Judge:
Pardon me, witness. As much as I enjoy your banter, I believe we had better return to the case at hand.
Uendo:
Ah, I suppose you're right. In that "case"... I was promoted to "futatsume" yesterday, and received the stage name "Uendo." The show was our way of celebrating my new name and "middle rank" standing! Hee! And then THAT happened... Haah... I never dreamed something like that'd happen, not in a million years. And just as I got my chance to start repaying my debt to Shisho, too... Yeah... Plus, I'm worried about Geiru... The way she clung to Shisho... Poor thing. I told her to keep a stiff upper lip... Stiff like rigor mortis... Keep telling those lame jokes, and Shisho'll come scold you from the grave! I wouldn't mind getting yelled at, you know, if it meant seeing him again.
Athena:
Uendo, please... As charming as your various characters are, this isn't a rakugo stage.
Nahyuta:
Let us hear your testimony now, witness. Tell the court about the evidence left at the scene -- the proof of the accused's guilt.
Witness Testimony
-- Shisho's Dying Message --
Uendo:
I noticed Shisho's dying message right away.
The stiff cards were right next to the stiff, you see.
Hey now, enough with the silly puns already! Hee hee!
Anyway, I got the meaning right away. I knew it must've been talking about Bucky!
That was the master's final message, left as he was drowning in soba broth.
It's so like Shisho not to write Bucky's name outright. "Plain and simple" wasn't his style.
Judge:
Well! That was certainly a more entertaining testimony than usual. The variety of characters performed by the witness was absolutely splendid!
Athena:
But he shouldn't be performing any characters in the first place, Your Honor! And, Uendo! The murder weapon hasn't been determined yet! So how can you say that the victim was drowned in soba broth?!
Uendo:
It's obvious. All you have to do is look at the crime scene. He was found with his face shoved in a bowl. It's only natural to assume he was drowned in the broth for noodles!
Athena:
Except we're not here to assume things, Uendo, so please stick to just the facts!
Uendo:
My, my! It's so like a soba chef to kill someone this way, wouldn't you say? And with the karuta message he left behind, it's clear Bucky Whet did it!
Judge:
Hmm... Setting aside the issue of the murder weapon for now... that dying message certainly does seem to be irrefutable evidence.
Nahyuta:
Indeed. It proves the absolute guilt of the accused.
Athena:
Urgh... Even I've gotta admit that I can't see how that message could mean anything else...
Uendo:
Bucky used soba for the deed, all to get back the soba shop deed.
Athena:
Nngh! (This testimony makes Mr. Whet look super guilty. I have to do something!)
Blackquill:
Hmph. That's his "conclusive evidence"? What a farce!
Athena:
What do you mean, Simon?
Blackquill:
What's this? I thought you said you weren't planning on asking me for help?
Athena:
Arngh...! I did, and I won't, thank you very much!
Athena:
(Simon must've found an inconsistency in the testimony. I'd better listen carefully, and try to see what he found!)
Cross Examination
-- Shisho's Dying Message --
Uendo:
I noticed Shisho's dying message right away.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Uendo, when you saw the cards on the table... what made you think they were Master Toneido's dying message?
Uendo:
Well, it was a coded message right there next to the body. I'm sure anybody would've thought that they were  there to name his killer. I love murder mysteries, and often watch them on TV.
Athena:
O-Oh? I see.
Uendo:
I saw a similar scene during a murder mystery marathon last Tuesday. That's what made me think, "This must be a dying message!"
Uendo:
The stiff cards were right next to the stiff, you see?
Press
Athena:
Athena:
The cards were on the table next to your master's body was slumped over, right? You must've been surprisingly calm to notice them at the time.
Uendo:
As I said, the stiff cards were right there next to the stiff, so they were hard to miss.
Athena:
But wouldn't it have been more natural to notice the victim rather than the cards?
Uendo:
The message just caught my eye, because the stiff cards were right next to the stiff.
Athena:
Yes, but the fact hardly seems significant enough to make a person take not of them.
Uendo:
Stiff cards... next to the stiff...
Athena:
So basically, there was no real reason for them to catch your eye, was there?
Uendo:*sigh*...
Uendo:
Hey now, enough with the silly puns already! Hee hee!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
That's right! I need you to give your testimony, not perform a scene! Please remember you're on the witness stand, not the stage!
Uendo:
But look at all these wonderful people in the audience! It's only natural for an entertainer to want them to have some fun! Hee hee! I guess we can let a few jokes slide, right?
Judge:
Ah, the inevitable bleeding of your work into other areas of your life. I know how that is. I find myself being unwittingly judgemental in my personal life, too.
Uendo:
Right, right! That's exactly what I'm talking about! Well done, Your Honor! Guess you can't judge a judge by his cover!
Judge:
Ho ho ho. I advise the defense not to be so critical of the witness.
Athena:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Uendo:
Much obliged! Hee hee!
Uendo:
Anyway, I got the meaning right away. I knew it must've been talking about Bucky!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
The cards DO spell out "WHET NO 4"... which COULD be interpenetrated as "Whet Noodle No. 4," I guess... I suppose you took this to mean Bucky Whet?
Uendo:
There's only one "Whet Noodle" around here, and you've seen that giant "4" on his back. It's the only interpenetration that makes sense!
Athena:
Yeah, I guess so... But wait a minute!
Uendo:
Wh-What is it?!
Athena:
What if there's another "Whet Noodle" in the area! Wh-What? Did I say something strange?
Blackquill:
Bucky is the sole heir to the shop. So enough with the ludicrous straw grasping!
Athena:
H-Hey! How was I supposed to know...?
Blackquill:
Just listen to the testimony again, and find the glaring inconsistency.
Uendo:
That was the master's final message, left as he was drowning in soba broth.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So the victim lined up those cards in his final moments? How can you be so certain that's how it went down?!
Uendo:
I know Shisho. He would never let someone get the last word on him, even in death. With his face in soba broth, and his consciousness fading away... he left a message that pointed toward Bucky as he left this world. It's the only way it could've happened!
Athena:
Wait! "The only way"?! Now you're just speculating!
Uendo:
Look, a dying message is something you leave as you're dying, right? I saw a scene like that in a detective show.
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Uendo, we have a saying in my country: "Silence is more precious than diamonds." Please do not speak any more than is necessary.
Uendo:
But talking is my livelihood, you know. I talk all the time. This and that, truths and untruths... I can't stop myself from talking!
Athena:
(Hopefully, he'll stick to "truths" without any of those "untruths"...)
Present Taifu's Autopsy Report
Athena:
Leads to:
"There's a contradiction in Uendo's testimony!"
Uendo:
It's so like Shisho not to write Bucky's name outright. "Plain and simple" wasn't his style.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
But don't you think it's strange? Could a dying person... really leave such a convoluted message...?
Uendo:
Even in the throes of death, it was in Shisho's nature to throw in a twist somehow. Truly the consummate entertainer till the very end, don't you think?
Athena:
Was he really that great of a man, Simon?
Blackquill:
It would've been no easy task, to be sure. But who knows? He wasn't an entertainer for fifty-five years for nothing.
Uendo:
If I ever bite the big one like that... I wanna leave a dying message as good as Shisho's! Hee hee!
Athena:
Well, let's hope it never comes to that...
Athena:
S-Simon, are all rakugo artists like this?
Blackquill:
Hmph. It's hard to say. It could simply be the eccentricity of an entertainer, or perhaps he's hiding something.
Athena:
(Well, he doesn't have to entertain people in a court of law. And if he IS trying to hide something, maybe it'll show up as a contradiction or something.)
Athena:
There's a contradiction in Uendo's testimony!
Judge:
And would you care to explain where, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
Certainly, Your Honor. According to the autopsy report, nothing unusual was found in the victim's lungs.
Judge:
Ah, yes. It does say that, doesn't it?
Uendo:
.........
Athena:
If he HAD drowned in a bowl of soba, then there should've been soba broth in his lungs! But since there wasn't any... it means the victim was suffocated with something other than soba broth!
Uendo:
Pyoooooo!
Judge:
Wh-What?!
Athena:
This is the contradiction you noticed, isn't it, Simon?
Blackquill:
Heh. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Athena:
Heh heh heh. I guess I showed you!
Judge:
Hmm... But if drowning in the soba broth WASN'T the cause of death... then when was the victim's face thrust into that bowl?
Athena:
Taifu Toneido's face was thrust into the bowl...
Before his murder
Athena:
The culprit first shoved the victim's face into the bowl, and then murdered him.
Nahyuta:
...And for what reason, may I ask?
Athena:
Uhh, well... they did it on a whim!
Nahyuta:
And you have proof of this?
Athena:
Umm... Well... it's certainly not impossible!
Judge:
Enough of the runaround, defense!
Athena:
(Argh... Well, if it wasn't BEFORE the murder, then...)
Leads back to:
"Taifu Toneido's face was thrust into the bowl..."
During his murder
Athena:
The culprit killed the victim... while holding the victim's face in the bowl!
Nahyuta:
You just claimed the victim was "suffocated with something other than soba broth." And yet, he could only have suffocated from the broth had his face been in the bowl.
Athena:
Huh? Now I'm all confused...
Judge:
"I'm all confused"?! is that all you have to say for yourself?
Athena:
(Well, that cleared my mind right up... Okay, if it wasn't DURING the murder then...)
Leads back to:
"Taifu Toneido's face was thrust into the bowl...
After his murder
Leads to:
"Because no soba broth was discovered in the victim's lungs..."
Athena:
Because no soba broth was discovered in the victim's lungs... his head would've been placed into the bowl AFTER he was killed! And that's when the soba broth must've been spilled onto the karuta cards. In other words, the victim could NOT have lined up the cards as he was drowning!
Judge:
Hmm... I see. So it was done AFTER he was already dead... But why would the culprit do such a thing?
Athena:
Umm... I'm afraid I don't know yet.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Heh... You boast of psychological expertise, yet you cannot determine such a simple motive? My sides are liable to split at the absurdity.
Athena:
What, and I supposed YOU know why?!
Nahyuta:
Of course. Desecrating the body in that manner... indicates a strong sense of enmity on the part of the perpetrator.
Judge:
Yes, that does make sense... It certainly paints a clear picture of the culprits intense feelings toward the victim.
Nahyuta:
Feelings of resentment over the theft of the soba shop deed, no doubt.
Athena:
(Just great. Now the judge has an even more unfavorable impression of Bucky!)
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Must you come undone at every juncture? If the culprit had time enough to set up Master Toneido's body... do you think they would've honestly failed to notice the dying message?
Athena:
Good point... The cards WERE right in front of his body, after all... Rationally speaking, there's no way the culprit could've missed that, huh.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Ah, but was the accused rational at the time, given the way he stormed out of that room?
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Never mind that. I have something more important to ask Uendo.
Uendo:
M-Me?!
Blackquill:
You saw the karuta cards firsthand, did you not? Would you care to tell us about them in a bit more detail? Those tiny crime scene photos show us precious little of what I wish to know.
Uendo:
Well, those cards are from Shisho's special "Soba Scenes of Tokyo Past" set. Each card is related in some way to soba.
Blackquill:
Spare me the history lesson! Just tell me how the cards looked at the scene, and no more!
Uendo:
Well, uh, there was soba broth spilled all over them...
Judge:
Hmm... That's not much help, I'm afraid. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, do you have a photo that shows the cards more clearly?
Nahyuta:
............I do. Please accept this meager offering, Your Honor.
Judge:
Oh, my. What delightful-looking cards!
Blackquill:
......Well, well. Tearing Prosecutor Sad Monk's "conclusive evidence" apart should be a breeze with this.
Athena:
Huh?
Blackquill:
Don't tell me you haven't noticed.
Athena:
D-Don't be silly! Of course I have! (...Not noticed anything. But I can't exactly say that now, can I...?)
Karuta Cards added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Ms. Cykes, do you really see a problem with the prosecution's claim about these cards?
Blackquill:
Well, go on, then.
Athena:
A-All right... (It's do or die...! All I have to do is study the picture and...) These cards...
Were rearranged
Leads to:
"These cards were rearranged!"
Contain a contradiction
Athena:
These cards contain a contradiction!
Nahyuta:
Do they? And what exactly is this "contradiction" you speak of?
Athena:
Huh? Oh... Well... You know... Stuuuuuuuff...
Judge:
Maybe this will stuff some knowledge in that noggin of yours!
Nahyuta:
I may have said that the accused was not rational at the time of the crime... but it appears that the defense is rational at no time whatsoever.
Athena:
Arngh... Please let me try again.
Leads back to:
"These cards..."
Are a kind of riddle
Athena:
These cards are a kind of riddle revolving around the number four. "Knock, knock. Who's there? Four. four who?"
Nahyuta:
I do hope there is a punch line.
Athena:
"'Four goodness sake, open the door!"
Judge:
Hmm... Not bad, defense. But please allow me these four words.
Athena:
Certainly, Your Honor. What are they?
Judge:
What's that riddle "four"?!
Athena:
Arngh... Please let me try again.
Leads back to:
"These cards..."
Athena:
These cards were rearranged!
Judge:
But how can you tell?
Athena:
Please take a good look at these cards, Your Honor. The answer is right in front of us.
Judge:
Where exactly should we be looking, Ms. Cykes?
The pictures on the cards
Athena:
Each and every picture is related to soba in some way. This can't be mere coincidence!
Nahyuta:
-*sigh* As was stated by Uendo... this set is called "Soba Scenes of Tokyo Past," and was designed by the victim. So it is quite natural that each card would be related to soba in some way.
Judge:
You'd better believe this penalty is not "mere coincidence," either, defense.
Athena:
Yikes! (How are these cards natural in any way?!) Fine. Let's take another look at these cards then, shall we?
Leads back to:
"Where exactly should we be looking, Ms. Cykes?"
The soba broth stains
Leads to:
"Please focus your attention on the soba broth stains on these cards."
The size of the cards
Athena:
Look, all these cards are... exactly the same size, aren't they?
Judge:
Yes. Yes, they are. And I have to wonder, defense, if your brain is the same size as these cards?
Athena:
No, Your Honor. Let's just take another look at these cards, okay?
Leads back to:
"Where exactly should be looking, Ms. Cykes?"
Athena:
Please focus your attention on the soba broth stains on these cards. The outline of these stains don't match up with the larger stain on the table.
Judge:
Oh, would you look at that! You're absolutely right! And...?
Athena:
Please recall that the soba broth was spilled and got on the cards AFTER the murder... when the victim's face was placed in the bowl.
Judge:
Yes, go on.
Athena:
By the stains, we can see that the culprit deliberately rearranged the cards after that. In other words... this message was altered in order to pin the crime on my client!
Judge:
Wh-What?! Th-Then, if we put the cards back in their original positions...?
Athena:
We can restore the evidence, and see who the cards were really pointing toward!
Judge:
Th-That's true!
Nahyuta:
...Pohlkun--!
Athena:
Then what are we waiting for?! Let's do this! (All I have to do is rearrange the cards so that the stains match up!) Let's see. Where was this "W" card originally?
Present second space from the left on the top row
Leads to:
"Perfect! Okay. The "H" card is next."
Present anywhere else
Blackquill:
......Hmph. The stains don't match up if you place that card there. How can you not see that? Are those ridiculous bangs obscuring your vision?
Athena:
Hey, you don't have to be so rude about it! Ugh, whatever. I'll try again...
Leads back to:
"Let's see. Where was this "W" card originally?"
Athena:
Perfect! Okay. The "H" card is next. Let's see. Where was this "H" card originally?
Present third space from the left on the bottom row
Leads to:
"Yes! Now the "E" card!"
Present anywhere else
Blackquill:
......Hmph. The stains don't match up if you place that card there. How can you not see that? Are those ridiculous bangs obscuring your vision?
Athena:
Hey, you don't have to be so rude about it! Ugh, whatever. I'll try again...
Leads back to:
"Let's see. Where was this "H" card originally?"
Athena:
Yes! Now the "E" card! Let's see. Where was this "E" card originally?
Present third space from the left on the top row
Leads to:
"A perfect match! Next up is the "T" card."
Present anywhere else
Blackquill:
......Hmph. The stains don't match up if you place that card there. How can you not see that? Are those ridiculous bangs obscuring your vision?
Athena:
Hey, you don't have to be so rude about it! Ugh, whatever. I'll try again...
Leads back to:
"Let's see. Where was this "E" card originally?"
Athena:
A perfect match! Next up is the "T" card. Let's see. Where was this "T" card originally?
Present second space from the left on the bottom row
Leads to:
"Great! That fits right in there! Now the "N" card!
Present anywhere else
Blackquill:
......Hmph. The stains don't match up if you place that card there. How can you not see that? Are those ridiculous bangs obscuring your vision?
Athena:
Hey, you don't have to be so rude about it! Ugh, whatever. I'll try again...
Leads back to:
"Let's see. Where was this "T" card originally?"
Athena:
Great! That fits right in there! Now the "N" card. Let's see. Where was this "N" card originally?
Present fourth space from the left on the top row
Leads to:
"There! That looks good. Now "O"!
Present anywhere else
Blackquill:
......Hmph. The stains don't match up if you place that card there. How can you not see that? Are those ridiculous bangs obscuring your vision?
Athena:
Hey, you don't have to be so rude about it! Ugh, whatever. I'll try again...
Leads back to:
"Let's see. Where was this "N" card originally?"
Athena:
There! That looks good. Now "O"! Let's see. Where was this "O" card originally?
Present first space from the left on the top row
Leads to:
"Nice! Almost done now! The last card is "4."
Present anywhere else
Blackquill:
......Hmph. The stains don't match up if you place that card there. How can you not see that? Are those ridiculous bangs obscuring your vision?
Athena:
Hey, you don't have to be so rude about it! Ugh, whatever. I'll try again...
Leads back to:
"Let's see. Where was this "O" card originally?"
Athena:
Nice! Almost done now! The last card is "4." Let's see. Where was this "4" card originally?
Present first space from the left on the bottom row
Athena:
Leads to:
"So the message "WHET NO 4"..."
Present anywhere else
Blackquill:
......Hmph. The stains don't match up if you place that card there. How can you not see that? Are those ridiculous bangs obscuring your vision?
Athena:
Hey, you don't have to be so rude about it! Ugh, whatever. I'll try again...
Leads back to:
"Let's see. Where was this "4" card originally?"
Athena:
So the message "WHET NO 4"... was originally supposed to say "OWEN 4TH"! And this original message is our clue to the identity of the true culprit!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Blackquill:
Heh! That indignant look on Prosecutor Sad Monk's face is positively priceless!
Nahyuta:
This is absurd!
Gallery:
It wasn't "WHET NO 4"? Maybe the lawyer is smarter than we thought!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Well! I never would've imagined that there was more to these cards than meets the eye!
Karuta Cards updated in the Court Record.
Judge:
So now that that's settled... what does this "OWEN 4TH" mean?!
Athena:
............Wait. Am I...?
Blackquill:
Who else do you suppose is to provide an explanation?! Of course it's you!
Athena:
B-But I hadn't thought that far yet...
Nahyuta:
Change the cards around all you'd like, but if you cannot explain what the message means... then it is as worthless as you are, defense!
Athena:
N-Nooooooooooooooo!
Nahyuta:
And so the spring chick that fancies itself as a graceful swan is brought back down to Earth.
Athena:
(I have to do something! But what?!) 
Blackquill:
Still your thoughts for a second. There's a perfectly good witness to question over there.
Athena:
Oh! Right! That's a good idea! (Come on, Athena! Get ahold of yourself!) Uendo, does the phrase "OWEN 4TH" mean anything to you?
Uendo:
No. There's no one named "Owen" in the Toneido family, or our circle of friends. Go ahead, ask anybody you'd like!
Athena:
You can't be serious...
Nahyuta:
Having rummaged through you empty mind, I see you have, as expected, turned up nothing.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hmph. I'm afraid I have no idea who the devil this "OWEN 4TH" is, either. But the fact remains that the cards were rearranged to pin the blame on Mr. Whet. That in itself proves that the defendant isn't the real culprit.
Athena: 
Prosecutor Blackquill is right! Besides, the important question here is not..." Who does the message point to?" but rather..."Who rearranged the cards?"
Blackquil:
Tsk. Why didn't you point that out eariler if you already knew?
Athena:
S-Sorry. In any case, there were two opportunities for someone to rearrange the cards. The first was when Mr. Whet entered the dressing room...and the second was when Uendo discovered the body.
Uendo:
Are you accusing me of rearranging the cards? ME, who came to testify out of the goodness of my heart?!
Blackquill:
Well, you didn't exactly come running out screaming straight away, did you? Even a mere two to three minutes is more than enough time to get up to some devilry. So what exactly were you doing in there, Uendo?
Uendo:
*sip* *sip*
Blackquill:
Put down the tea, and spit out your answer!
Uendo:
Eep! M-Mr. Prosecutor! What's a guy supposed to do at a time like this?
Nahyuta:
"Silence is more precious than diamonds," witness. Therefore, you need only remain silent. The defense is devious. They are waiting for you to make a slip of the tongue.
Uendo:
Oh, I see. So that's what you're after, is it? In that case...Your Honor, I've decided not to say another word.
Nahyuta:
Very good. After all, your right to remain silent is protected by law.
Athena:
Well, Prosecutor Blackquill? Any other brilliant ideas you'd like to share?
Blackquill:
Heh heh heh... Ha ha ha ha ha! Did you hear that, Cykes-dono? A rakugo artist who's afraid to speak! Who's ever heard of such a thing!
Nahyuta:
Are you trying to taunt him into talking? Such a petty trick will never work.
Uendo:
That's right. I'm not going to fall for it.
Blackquill:
I'm only asking to hear your story. Besides, is it not your job to tell tales if there is an audience to listen?
Uendo:
E-Even so, I have a right to refuse to answer.
Blackquill:
The more you keep quiet, the more we want you to talk. That's simply human nature. Isn't that right, people of the gallery?!
Uendo:
...........
Blackquil:
Even with this wonderful audience in front of you, you still refuse to talk? If so, then perhaps you chose the wrong line of work, my friend!
Uendo:
Are you saying I should quit?! Because I'm not afraid to speak my mind, I'm have you know. Oh, no! Never mind what I just said! It IS scary to talk! It's absolutely terrifying! But, no! As a rakugo artist, I must talk! If I don't, how can I ever show my face on stage again?! Your Honor, I'm ready to testify!
Athena:
(H-He did it! He managed to convince Uendo with the power of suggestion technique!)
Blackquill:
Bully for you, Uendo! That's as a REAL rakugo artist should be!
Judge:
A-All right... If the witness wishes to testify, then by all means, please do.
Nahyuta:
To be turned by such an obvious ploy... What a man of weak spirit.
Witness Testimony
-- In The Dressing Room --
Uendo:
After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.
I called to him outside the room... but he didn't reply.
When I entered the dressing room, I saw Shisho slumped over the table, motionless!
Nahyuta:
From what I can tell, there do not appear to be any inconsistencies in the testimony.
Uendo:
Of course there aren't any. Because I'm not trying to hide anything.
Athena:
(Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's right. I don't see anything inconsistent, either. But I did pick up on some faint discord in Uendo's heart.)
Nahyuta:
Hmph. Ponder all you would like, defense, but it is pointless. Your Honor. I believe there is no need for further deliberation...
Athena:
Athena:
I disagree, Your Honor! I detected discord in the voice of the witness's heart! That's a clear indication that Uendo is facing some sort of inner turmoil!
Judge:
Hmm... Are you saying... what I think you're saying, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
Yes, Your Honor! The defense would like to conduct a quick therapy session on this witness!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Uendo, there is no need for you to submit to this so-called "therapy".
Uendo:
It's fine by me! I have nothing to hide. Bring it on!
Nahyuta:
Impetuous fool! Why will you not listen to the guidance of this humble servant of the Holy Mother?!
Judge:
If the witness wishes to proceed, I see no problem, Prosecutor.
Blackquill:
Heh heh heh. In one ear and out the other. It seems this performer has no need for your so-called "guidance," Prosecutor Sad Monk.
Nahyuta:
Just know this Uendo: your folly will surely earn you divine retribution.
Athena:
Thanks, Simon! I'm going to make the most of this opportunity you created for me!
Blackquill:
Heh. Just keep your wits about you. 
Athena:
I will! Uendo, could you tell us again about what happened in the dressing room?
Uendo:
After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.
Uendo:
I called to him from outside the room...
Uendo:
...but he didn't reply.
Uendo:
When I entered the dressing room, I saw Shisho slumped over the table, motionless!
Pinpoint Shock
Athena:
Leads to:
"Uendo, I'm noticing something strange with these emotions."
Athena:
Hmm... I didn't really notice any unexpected emotions in that testimony...
Blackquill:
But it isn't always a question of the presence of an emotional response, but the absence.
Athena:
You know... You're right. (It's not always the emotions I do see. Sometimes, It's a matter of what I don't, but would expect so see... I'd better carefully compare Uendo's statements to his emotions again!)
Athena:
Uendo, I'm noticing something strange with these emotions.
Uendo:
"Some thin stranger with cheesy toe skin," you say?
Athena:
No! "Something strange with these emotions"! How could you have heard "some thin stranger with cheesy toe skin"?! 
Uendo:
I don't know. Maybe it's me who's got some cheese in my ears...
Athena:
(Did he will the floor to open up and swallow his cushions out of shame for that bad joke?) The point I'm trying to make is that I noticed something unexpected in your emotions! Now stop hiding and come out where we can see you!
Judge:
Bailiff, please bring the witness a few replacement cushions.
Uendo:
So what was this unexpected thing you noticed?
Athena:
Oh, come on! His Honor said a few cushions -- not a few dozen!
Judge:
Now that we've all had a good laugh, please continue, Ms. Cykes.
Athena:
(Who's laughing?! Argh! Focus, Athena! Don't let yourself get rattled!) When you entered the room and saw your master slumped motionless over the table... you weren't the least bit shocked, Uendo. Don't you think that's a little odd?
Uendo:
I-Is it, though?
Athena:
The lack of surprise means you were prepared for what you saw. (And I think I know why... The reason Uendo wasn't shaken when he saw his masters dead body is because...)
He was zoned out
Athena:
Maybe you weren't shaken because you were zoned out!
Uendo:
Yeah, you got me! I'm a total space case! Ha ha ha! Well, get your head out of the clouds and go do some work for a change! Don't worry, honey! I found a wallet the other day. We have plenty of money to live in now!
Athena:
Correct me if I'm wrong, Simon, but did he just start doing a routine?
Blackquill:
Yes. I believe he's telling the famous "Shibahama Fishmonger" story. It seems your answer lulled him into such a sense of security that he's zoning YOU out.
Judge:
A penalty for our spacey defense attorney!
Athena
(There must've been some other reason Uendo wasn't shaken...)
Leads back to:
"(The reason Uendo wasn't shaken when he saw his masters dead body is because...)"
He has an entertainer's guts
Athena:
Maybe you weren't shaken because you are an entertainer. Entertainers gotta have guts!
Uendo:
Sadly, I busted a gut laughing at Shisho's bits last week. Now I'm practically gutless... Does my tale of woe pluck at your gutstrings?
Athena:
Uh, don't you mean heartstrings?
Uendo:
Sorry, I was just trying to match... the level of nonsense coming out of your mouth, lady! Hee hee! If you don't like it, just say so! Go on, spill your guts!
Judge:
The witness has a point. You have a lot of guts wasting this court's time!
Athena:
(There must've been some other reason Uendo wasn't shaken...)
He knew about his master's death
Leads to
"Uendo, I think maybe the reason you weren't shaken was because..."
Athena:
Uendo, I think maybe the reason you weren't shaken was because... you already knew you would find your master dead!
Uendo:
Pyooooooooooo! Wh-Whaaat?! What kind of a thing is that to say?! You've got it all wrong...! O-Oh right! I just remembered something! I thought Shisho was just sleeping when I first saw him! Hee hee!
NOISE LEVEL50%
Athena:
You thought he was sleeping? (It sounds plausible, but...) What made you think he was asleep?
Uendo:
Well, he had his head and arms up on the table, as if he were taking a nap. Oh, and one other thing! There was that note, too!
Athena:
A note? What note?
Nahyuta:
Ah, he must be talking about this. It appears to have been written by the victim. Allow me to read it. "Resting. Do not disturb."
Uendo:
Yes! That's the note I saw! After reading that, who wouldn't think Shisho was napping?!
Judge:
Hmm... That is a pretty reasonable assumption.
Athena:
(Y-You've gotta be kidding me...)
Taifu's Note added to the Court Record.
Uendo:
That's right. I saw this note, so that's why I thought Shisho was asleep. I want to change my testimony to include that statement! 
Athena:
All right. I'll run an update.
Uendo:
After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.
Uendo:
I called to him from outside the room...
Uendo:
...but he didn't reply.
Uendo:
When I opened the door, I thought he was sleeping.
Uendo:
But something seemed off, so I rushed over to him.
Pinpoint Anger
Athena:
Leads to:
"Uendo, I noticed something funny in your emotions again."
Uendo:
I was shocked to find him dead! I couldn't believe my eyes!
Athena:
(There was one emotion that seemed out of place given Uendo's action's and statments. I wonder why he felt that particuar emotion then?)
Blackquill:
If you've noticed something, then hurry up and point it out already.
Athena:
I know! I'm just trying to be thorough, that's all!
Blackquill:
Hmph. It looked to me like you were being timid.
Athena:
I was not! You just watch me pinpoint the heck out of his emotions!
Athena:
Uendo, I noticed something funny in your emotions again.
Uendo:
"Funny," you say?! I guess an entertainer of my caliber can make people laugh, even with my emotions!
Athena:
I didn't mean that kind of "funny"! Quite the opposite, actually! When you entered the dressing room, I see that you suddenly felt anger. What I want to know is, what made you feel angry all of a sudden?
Uendo:
What? Hmm... Let's see... Oh yeah! Now I remember! As I was going in, I whacked my little piggy on something. I was annoyed at my own clumsiness! Hee hee!
Athena:
Wait, you mean you stubbed your pinky toe?
Uendo:
J-Just a little bump on my little piggy. N-N-No big deal... I-It's embarrassing, really...
Athena:
(Sounds more like he's hiding something. I'd better dig a bit deeper.) No need to be embarrassed, Uendo, but I'm afraid it's something we need to look into. Hmm... I don't really see anything you could've stubbed your toe on... in the area around the dressing room door in this picture. (But maybe there WAS something there at the time...?) Uendo, what exactly did you stub your toe on?
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
What an irrelevant question. You dishonor the soul of the victim with these unnecassary delays.
Uendo:
You tell her. Really, who doesn't stub their toe every once in a while? You really gotta fuss over every small detail like this?
Athena:
Um, well... The thing is...
Blackquill:
............
Athena:
E-Even the most subtle of fluctuations in a person's psyche can clue us in to the truth. That's why it's important to get to the bottom of this question! (Plus, if we back down now, who knows what new insult Simon will hurl my way... Is there really no trace of what Uendo stubbed his toe on by the door? What in the world might've been there then, but is not there now?)
Present TV
Athena:
Leads to:
"Please take a good look at this photo of the crime scene."
Present table mark on floor
Athena:
Athena:
Uendo, did you stub your toe on this table?
Blackquill:
Wait a minute... While it does appear that something hit the table and moved it... Uendo said he stubbed his toe as he was entering the dressing room.
Athena:
Yeah... And the table looks pretty far from the door. (Could what bumped into the table also be a clue as to what Uendo stubbed his toe on?)
Blackquill:
Careless answers will only hurt us here. So think carefully before you speak again.
Athena:
R-Right! (Is there really no trace left of what Uendo stubbed his toe on by the door?)
Leads back to:
"(What in the world might've been there then, but is not there now?)"
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Athena
Uendo, is this what you stubbed your toe on? 
Uendo:
Oh, I could never stub my toe on that! That would really be starting things out on the wrong foot! Right, Mr. Golden-Ager?
Judge:
"Golden-Ager"? Don't you dare send me off to the retirement home yet, sonny! Anyway, I hope Ms. Cykes didn't stub her toes on her teeth as her foot entered her mouth.
Nahyuta:
Well, defense? Are you ready to let it go, and move on now?
Athena:
Of course not. What Uendo stubbed his little toe on... is a vitally important question!(I think. Is there really no trace left of what Uendo stubbed his toe on by the door?)
Leads back to:
"(What in the world might've been there then, but is not there now?)"
Athena:
Please take a good look at this photo of the crime scene. Do you see it? This long track that goes from the door, all the way across the room?
Judge:
Hmm... Now that you mention it, I DO see traces of something getting dragged.
Athena:
And the drag mark ends... there at the TV. This implies that the TV was originally by the door. I'm convinced that this TV is the object the witness stubbed his toe on. Well, Uendo! How about it?!
Uendo:
Y-Yes you're right... It was the TV!
NOISE LEVEL10%
Athena:
(There! The noise level dropped again!)
Uendo:
Y-Yes, I stubbed my pinky toe on the TV. B-B-But what of it? Why is this so important to you?
Athena:
(So the nosie went down, but it hasn't completely dissapeared yet. Which means he's still hiding something... Okay, let's try this tactic instead.) Uendo, why was the TV moved there? 
Uendo:
Shisho must've moved it so he could watch my routine. But what a place to put it! Right in the middle of the doorway like that! I didn't want to bump into it again, so I put it back where it belonged. 
Athena:
Performances onstage can be viewed in the dressing room using that TV?
Uendo:
That's right. It's a closed-circuit monitor that shows the stage.
Crime Scene Report updated in the Court Record.
Athena:
I-I see. (Now what? I can't find anything else out of place. And I still haven't gotten the noise level down to zero yet...) Simon... I'm stil getting noise here, but... I don't see anything else fishy.
Blackquill:
Hmph. This is precisely why amateurs are such a bother.
Athena:
S-Sorry...
Blackquill:
I'm in no mood to play nursemaid here, but if that's what it takes to save the soba shop... Hoy, Uendo. Here's a curiosity for you. This table master Toneido is slumped over looks like it was moved. Did you happen to bump into it while you were moving the TV back?
Uendo:
O-Oh my! Yes, you're right! The TV hit the table, and Shisho's body moved with a jolt... That's when I first realized that Shisho was dead! Oh! But how scared I was!
Blackquill:
I see. Thank you. We're finally getting a more precise picture of how the body was discovered. But I'd wager you need to put the spurs to Uendo just a trifle longer.
Athena:
R-Right! (I can't keep asking Simon to bail me out like this! It's time for me to regain my footing and really stand on my own!) Uendo, what you said now about discovering you master's death... Could you please describe all of that again for the court in detail?
Uendo
A-All right.
Athena:
But, before you do, let me plug in the latest information...
Uendo:
After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.
Uendo:
I called to him from outside the room...
Uendo:
...but he didn't reply.
Uendo:
When I opened the door, I thought he was sleeping.
Uendo:
I tried to enter the dressing room, but stubbed my toe on the TV.
Uendo:
When I put the TV back in its normal spot, I realized that Shisho was dead!
Uendo:
Seeing him slumped over that cluttered table... *sniff*... Oh, Shisho...
Pinpoint Shock
Athena:
Leads to:
"That's odd..."
Athena:
Hmm... I'm not really seeing any emotions I'd consider out of place. How about you, Simon?
Blackquill:
How many times are you going to come running to me?
Athena
No, um... I was just looking for... a second opinion!
Blackquill:
Tsk. Well, take another good look at the flow of emotions. Don't just look for simple inconsistencies. Look at the intensity of his emotion, too.
Athena:
I see... Thanks, Simon!
Athena:
That's odd... After the initial shock of finding the victim dead, you reacted with surprise again! What was it that surprised you, Uendo, besides your master's death?
Uendo:
Wh-What do you mean?
Athena:
What's more, you were even MORE surprised the second time than the first! WHat could've surprised you more than finding your late master?!
Uendo:
S-Search me. Your little thingy must've made a mistake!
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
The girl is as sharp as a trout to be sure... but her ability to hear people's emotions is absolute. Now, get to remembering, Uendo! What was it that surprised you?!
Athena:
(That... was a compliment, right...?)
Uendo:
Well, I... Er...
NOISE LEVEL100%
Athena:
No! We've pushed him too hard, and he's mentally all over the place! His emotions are completely out of control!
Blackquill:
"Out of control"? Care to explain how that's relevant?
Athena:
You know how normally, I listen for the hidden emotions in a witness's voice, right? From there, I look for inconsistencies between their testimony and these emotions. But sometimes a person's feelings can run too high, making it hard to get a proper reading.
Blackquill:
So that's how your matrix program works. Fascinating!
Athena:
Ordinarily, it's just one emotion that runs out of control... But it seems there's nothing ordinary about this time!
Uendo:
Nnnngh... I... I-I...!
Uendo:
After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.
Uendo:
I called to him from outside the room...
Uendo:
...but he didn't reply.
Uendo:
When I opened the door, I thought he was sleeping.
Uendo:
I tried to enter the dressing room, but stubbed my toe on the TV.
Uendo:
When I put the TV back in its normal spot, I realized that Shisho was dead!
Uendo:
Seeing him slumped over that cluttered table... *sniff*... Oh, Shisho...
Athena:
I knew it...!
Blackquill:
Hmph. What's got your knickers all in a bunch now?
Athena:
Uendo has multiple emotions running out of control at the same time! I've never seen anything like this! Ever!
Blackuill:
So how does one bring a situation like this under control?
Athena:
I'll have to find the root cause of this tangled mess before I can treat him. If I can identify what is causing this emotional rampage... then I can touch "Probe" (L) to dive in further. I'll need to point to what I think is the root cause, and touch "Probe" (X) again. Through this process, I can identify exactly what's causing Uendo so much distress!
Blackquill:
And that will help bring his emotions back under control? In that case, let's get started, shall we?
Athena:
All right! I can't guarantee success, but it's definitely worth a shot! (Time to look for the root cause of Uendo's rampaging emotions!)
Uendo:
After my performance, I went to visit Shisho.
Uendo:
I called to him from outside the room...
Uendo:
...but he didn't reply.
Uendo:
When I opened the door, I thought he was sleeping.
Uendo:
I tried to enter the dressing room, but stubbed my toe on the TV.
Uendo:
When I put the TV back in its normal spot, I realized that Shisho was dead!
Uendo:
Seeing him slumped over that cluttered table... *sniff*... Oh, Shisho...
Probe Karuta Cards
Athena:
Leads to:
"I get it now... The cards were the root of it all."
Athena:
(What could be the root cause of his out-of-control emotions...?)
Blackquill:
Hmph. Having trouble, are we?
Athena:
Duh! I can't find the cause of his distress!
Blackquill:
Isn't it obvious?! It's that bloody question you asked -- that's what pushed him over the edge, remember?
Athena:
Hey, you're right...!
Athena:
That's odd... After the initial shock of finding the victim dead, you reacted with surprise again! What was it that surprised you, Uendo, besides your master's death?
Uendo:
Wh-What do you mean?
Athena:
(Simon's right. The answer to my question is what sparked this madness!) I get it now... The cards were the root of it all.
Uendo:
I, er...
Athena:
Don't try to deny it! You can't hide your feelings from me! The dying message that was left at the scene of the crime... is what was causing your distress!
Uendo:
............
Athena:
And if the dying message was the cause of all those feelings... then that means the phrase "OWEN 4TH" must mean something to you!
Uendo:
Nnngh!
NOISE LEVEL0%
Athena:
There! Noise level, zero! Finally!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
The dying message consists of two words: "OWEN" and "4TH." But neither of these two words have anything to do with this witness. This topic warrants no further argument.
Athena:
Sure, there may not seem to be any direct connection... between Uendo and the message... for now. But why don't you wait and decide what's necessary AFTER you hear my theory?
Blackquill:
Heh. I trust you've hit upon something, Athena?
Athena:
Yup! If my theory is right... we can finally solve te case of "Uendo and the Mysterious OWEN 4TH"!
Blackquill:
Heh. Well, go on, then!
Judge:
I can already tell this promises to be interesting. Now, please share your theory with the court, Ms. Cykes.
Athena:
There was something puzzling to me about Uendo's out-of-control emotions just now. Namely, that there are three distinct reactions present. I had never seen that before, and I wondered how it could be possible. 
Nahyuta:
...Is there a conclusion to this meandering musing of yours?
Athena:
Hold your horses, I'm getting there. So, could a person flip between three distinct emotions of such intensity like a switch? In the end, I concluded that it just wasn't possible. 
Blackquill:
Ha ha ha! So that's it, is it?! A bit unconventional, but I'll grant that it's possible within the realm of psychology. 
Judge:
Within the realm of psycology...? I'm afraid you'll have to explain it for the old man up here on the bench.
Athena:
 Your Honor, my theory is that Uendo...
Is a robot
Athena:
You'll be surprised to hear that Uendo is actually a robot! Why not show your true self now, Uendo? Give us an old "beep boop boop"!
U.3.N.D.0:
YOU. ARE. CORRECT. I. AM. A. ROBOT. BEEP BOOP BOOP!
Uendo:
Hah! What a space cadet!
Judge:
Oh, very nice! What a good sport the witness is for playing along! With the defense's joke of a theory, that is!
Athena:
Okay... So he's not a robot...
Widget:
Beep boop booooop...
Leads back to:
"Your Honor, my theory is that Uendo..."
Has supernatural powers
Athena:
Maybe Uendo has supernatural powers?
Uendo:
Oh, yes! I make these butterflies dance in the air with psychokinesis. Hee hee! NOT! They're floating on the breeze from my fan, that's all. I'm very sad to say I don't have any supernatural powers.
Judge:
Ah, you switch between funny and serious characters so seamlessly! Marvelous! If only the defense's conjecturing was as well-practiced.
Athena:
All right... So no supernatural powers...
Leads back to:
"Your Honor, my theory is that Uendo..."
Has multiple personalities
Leads to:
"With so many distinct personas, it's clear to me that..."
Athena:
With so many distinct personas, it's clear to me that... Uendo has dissociative identity disorder!
Uendo:
PYOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Wh-What does that even mean?!
Nahyuta:
............ Your Honor, the defense would treat this trial as a child's jest. Multiple personality disorder? A preposterous proposition indeed. Would you not agree, witness?
Uendo:
H-H-How did she know? How did she figure it out?!
Nahyuta:
P-P-Pohlkunkaaaa!
Athena:
I can't believe it... I-I did it! I did it, Simon! I've read papers on it before... but to think I'd see a case of it for myself...!
Blackquill:
Blimey. Rakugo artists tell stories as different characters, but as different personalities?
Uendo:
Hey, you! Lawyer girl! You got a problem with us?! Huh?!
Athena:
N-No... No problem at all...
Judge:
This is all very hard to believe... but now that we've established that the witness has multiple personalities... could each of them please introduce themselves to this court?
Uendo:
Uendo Toneido. I'm a rakugo storyteller, as you know.
Patches:
Hello everybody! Patches, the friendly jester here! Hee hee!
Kisegawa:
Hmph. Kisegawa. Courtesan.
Athena:
And is that all of you?
Uendo:
Yes, that's all of us.
Athena:
So there are three personalities in total: Uendo, Patches, and Kisegawa, huh. ell, Simon! What do you think now?!
Blackquill:
Hmph. That you're one lucky duck. Just be glad they were dense enough to help you out.
Athena:
Argh! Can't you straight up say I did great for a change?
Blackquill:
Heh. 
Nahyuta:
You appear to be quite proud of yourself, defense...but all you have done is infringe upon the privacy of the witness.
Athena:
I couldn't disagree more, Prosecutor! Now that we know there are three personalities...a new way for us to interpret the meaning of a certain piece of evidence has arisen. 
Nahyuta:
A new interpretation? 
Judge:
Ooh, now I'm very curious. What is this piece of evidence you're talking about, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
 Knowing what we know about Uendo and his personalities, this now makes perfect sense.
Present Karuta Cards
Athena:
Leads to:
"The karuta cards?"
Present anything else
Athena:
Patches:
Wow! You are amazingly heedless, Aren't you!
Athena:
"Amazingly heedless"? Why, Patches! Was that a compliment?
Blackquill:
Fool! "Heedless" means "careless." In other words, you guessed wrong.
Athena:
Oh...
Judge:
A needless mistake by a heedless attorney.
Athena:
Please let me try again, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"Knowing what we know about Uendo and his personalities, this now makes perfect sense."
Judge:
The karuta cards?
Athena:
That's right, Your Honor. Recall the original dying message left at the scene. We didn't have a clue as to what "OWEN 4TH" could've possibly meant. But now, with this new information about Uendo and his personalities... isn't it possible that "OWEN 4TH" actually means... a secret fourth personality of Uendo's -- a personality named "Owen"?!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Nahyuta:
Pohlkunka!
Athena:
Uendo must have kept his dissociative identity disorder from us because... he didn't want to be associated in any way with that dying message!
Uendo:
N-No! That's not why! We kept our disorder a secret for a diffrent reason altogether. 
Patches:
We've been taking advantage of our affliction to act out various rakugo characters. If word of this got out, well...
Kisegawa:
...our reputation as a rakugo artist would be tarnished, as would he Toneido name.
Uendo:
That's why we kept it a secret from evreyone except members of the Toneido School. But really, there is no "fourth personality." It's just the three of us in here. 
Blackquill:
A plausible-enough sounding story...but it doesn't prove you didn't rearrange the cards, does it?
Uendo:
B-But...!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
I will concede that it is highly likely that the witness rearranged the cards. 
Athena:
(Is Prosecutor Sahdmadhi... actually agreeing with us...?)
Nahyuta:
However, is it not also possible...that the accused killed Master Toneido...and then left that message in order to frame the witness?
Athena:
Urngh!
Nahyuta:
And upon noticing the cards when he found the victim's body, Uendo rearranged them. 
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
A fantastic tale, but a tale none the less. No one outside the Toneido School knew about Uendo's multiple personalities. Uendo just finished saying so himself.
Nahyuta:
Ah, that is a true, but ultimately meaningless point. The witness was only in the dressing room for two to three minutes. That's far too little time to commit murder, wouldn't you say?
Athena:
Athena:
Then who's to say he couldn't have done it before his "discovery"?
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Ah, that spring chick memory of yours. Have you already forgotten Prosecutor Blackquill's testimony?
Athena:
(Simon's testimony? ............Oh!)
Blackquill:
Geiru escorted me to the dressing room...but we heard the sound of rakugo being performed from within. Thinking the master was rehearsing, we decided to wait in the hall until he was done. 
Nahyuta:
That's right. Until a few moments before Uendo entered the dressing room... Taifu Toneido was confirmed to still be alive!
Blackquill:
Arnngh!
Athena:
Nooooooooooooooooon!
Nahyuta:
Not only that, but Uendo was on stage until just before he discovered the body. A bulletproof alibi that I have already confirmed with several audience members. 
Athena:
Oh, noooooooooooo...!
Nahyuta:
I also heard that his rakugo performance that day was "a steaming pile of"... Well, you get the picture.
Patches:
Y-Yes, I'm afraid so! Really stunk up the stage, I did! Hee hee!
Uendo:
And yet, I have a perfect alibi!
Nahyuta:
Indeed. Why not land the coup de grâce on the defense by describing your alibi, witness?
Patches:
Okey-dokey-smokey!
Witness Testimony
-- Uendo's Alibi --
Uendo:
I was onstage until just moments before I went into the dressing room. 
Kisegawa:
The entire audience was my witness.
Patches:
But my performance was a huge bust. Not a single soul laughed!
Uendo:
I'll never be able to live down how terribly I bombed during that very important show.
Nahyuta:
Uendo was onstage before he found the body, so he could not have committed this crime. It is time to let it all go, defense, and move on. 
Athena:
Ngrrr...! Well, get this, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! The Wright Anything Agency NEVER gives up! We fight to the bitter end!
Nahyuta:
Feh! Allow me to say this once more... Let it go, and move on.
Athena:
And allow ME to say once more, I'm never giving up!
Nahyuta:
Let it go, and...
Athena;
Never!
Nahyuta:
............... This is pointless. You should have taken advantage of this opportunity while you could, you foolish child! Your worthless convictions only serve to prolong the accused's suffering. If words will not sway you, then perhaps pain will.  
Athena:
Oh, no! A-Anything but this!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Hrnh!
Athena:
Eeeeeeek! Nnnngyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! What's the big idea, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?!
Nahyuta:
That was but a small dose of punishment for your misguided convictions. Are you now a bit more inclined to give up, as instructed?
Athena:
As if!
Nahyuta:
In that case, you must require another dose!
Blackquill:
Not bloody likely!
Nahyuta:
Nrgh!
Blackquill:
I don't give two flips about your beliefs. But if Cykes-dono were to submit to you here, I won't be able to eat good soba anymore. 
Athena:
Th-That's right! For Mr. Whet's future, and Prosecutor Blackquill's stomach...I will NEVER give up!
Nahyuta:
You will rue those words, defense. Of that, I can assure you. 
Cross Examination
-- Uendo's Alibi --
Uendo:
I was onstage until just moments before I went into the dressing room.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
How can you be sure it was you who was on that stage?
Uendo:
Are you asking whether it could've been some imposter?
Athena:
I-I guess so.
Uendo:
Unlike a big arena, a rakugo theater is a cozy, little place. It would be hard to fool an audience in such an intimate setting, don't you think?
Athena:
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Uendo:
Good. I'm glad we could clear that up, because I guess you could say...
Kisegawa:
The entire audience was my witness.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Was there anything special about the stage or your performance that you can tell me? For example, were the lights dimmer than usual? Were there any problems or accidents?
Kisegawa:
Not a thing. Everything was the same as always. Mr. Prosecutor, you questioned the audience, didn't you?
Nahyuta:
Yes, of course. Apparently, nothing seemed amiss to them except, well... one small thing.
Athena:
One small thing?
Patches:
Oh... it's so embarrassing! I tried my best! Really, I did...
Patches:
But my performance was a huge bust. Not a single soul laughed!
Press
Athena:
 
Athena:
Do you have any idea what went wrong?
Kisegawa:
Hmm... I'm not sure if it was my performance, or if it was just that particular audience... Or maybe it was the story I picked. But every entertainer knows that this kind of thing happens from time to time.
Athena:
I guess that makes sense...(Still, I wonder how he could've flopped at his own commemorative show? Hmm... Maybe I should dig into things a bit more...)
The number of audience members
Athena:
How many people were there in the audience when you were onstage?
Kisegawa:
Well, let's see. We drew a full house, so... I think there must have been fifty, maybe sixty people in the audience.
Athena:
That's quite a lot, isn't it?
Patches:
Exactly! I dropped a big, stinky bomb in front of all those people. It was a catastrophe, I tell you! I was sweating buckets from start to finish!
Athena:
(That sounds exactly like how Apollo performs in court sometimes...) I-I see. Thank you. As for that statement, Your Honor, I'd like to...
Have it added
Athena:
Your Honor, could I please have that last statement added to Uendo's testimony?
Judge:
Hmm... very well.
Add statement:
"I think there must have been fifty, maybe sixty people in the audience."
Leave it out
Athena: 
(I guess it doesn't really matter how many audience members there were.) Never mind, Your Honor. There's no need to add that statement to Uendo's testimony.
Judge:
All right.
What Uendo performed
Athena:
Can you tell me which rakugo story you performed?
Uendo:
I could, but I'm not sure if it would mean anything to the uninitiated.
Athena:
W-Well, even if I might not get it...can't you at least try me?
Uendo:
All right. If you insist...The story I performed is called "Tokisoba" -- otherwise known as "Time Soba".
Athena:
"Time Soba", huh? (Maybe Uendo's right... He's only said the name of the routine, and I'm already lost.
Nahyuta:
Ah... So you performed "Time Soba", did you?
Athena:
What?! You know it, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?!
Nahyuta:
In the course of my studies last night, I became familiar with a number of stories. I must say, defense, you would do well to prepare yourself better for your next trial.
Athena:
Nnrrgh... Simon, what's "Time Soba" about?
Blackquill:
Hmph. Look it up yourself.
Nahyuta:
Allow me to give an overview. The story takes place on a winter's night. A man orders a bowl of soba at a street stall. "How ya doin', sir? What can I get for ya?" "I see you've got seaweed-topped hanamaki soba, and mixed topping shippoku soba." "I'll have a bowl of shippoku, my good man. It sure is cold tonight, isn't it?" "But there's nothing like a hot bowl of noodles and soup to warm the soul!" "Ya know it, sir! One skippoku, comin' right up!" "So, how's business?" "Not so great, sir." "Is that so? Well, that's great, because things can only get better from here, right?"
Judge:
Wow, Prosecutor!
Nahyuta:
The customer talks on and on like this. Finally, when he is done eating, he goes to pay for his soba. "So how much do I owe you?" "That'll be sixteen mon, sir." "I see... Sorry, but I only have small change on me." "I'll count the coins into your palm, so could you hold out your hand for me?" "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." "Hey, what time is it?" "It's nine, sir." "...Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Thanks, and bye!"
Judge:
Ha ha ha ha ha! very well done, Prosecutor Sahdmaadhi! That was excellent!
Athena:
Huh? I don't get it! What was so funny about that?
Blackquill:
Tsk. Don't you see? The customer paid with coins, counting them out one by one. Then, just after counting "eight", he asked about the time...and the soba vendor answered with "nine."
Athena:
Oh! Now I get it! He made the vendor say "nine," and then he continued counting from "ten"!
Blackquill:
Exactly. He cheated the soba vendor out of one mon with his smooth talking. The story continues with another man who saw the whole things and tries to do the same. But he bungles up the trick, and ends up paying more than sixteen mon for his soba. The story ends on that as the punch line. You can look up the rest of the details yourself. Or, I'm sure Prosecutor Sad Monk over there would love to perform it for you after court.
Athena:
So, basically, it's a story about a man cheating on his soba bill! That's kind of petty, isn't it?
Nahyuta:
Hmph. Is that really ALL you have to say about this classic story? "Time Soba" is such a well-known staple of rakugo that the skill of the artist is critical in--
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Fine. So you studied a lot. But we haven't the time for a lectture detour right now, Prosecutor Sad Monk!
Judge:
Aww... I wanted to hear a bit more... But, I suppose it is off-topic. Getting back to the matter at hand, Ms. Cykes, the witness stated that... "All right. If you insist...The story I performed is called 'Tokisoba' -- otherwise known as 'Time Soba.'" Would you like to add this statement to his testimony?
Athena: 
Hmm, should I have that statement added to the testimony?
Have it added
Athena:
Yes, Your Honor. I'd like to have it added.
Judge:
Very well.
Add statement:
"The story I performed is called "Tokisoba" -- otherwise known as "Time Soba.""
Leave it out
Athena:
(The show's program doesn't seem all that relevant to this case...) I don't need it to be added at this time, Your Honor.
Judge:
I see. Very well.
Uendo:
I'll never be able to live down how terribly I bombed during that very important show.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Excuse me for asking, but... do you bomb like that on a regular basis?
Kisegawa:
Well, aren't YOU a regular rude daisy?! Do you really think a rakugo artist who regularly bombs would get promoted? In fact, I'm known as the Toneido School's "Whirl-Uendo of Laughter," I'll have you know!
Athena:
I-Is that really true, Simon?
Blackquill:
That nickname is a bit of a travesty, if you ask me. But his rakugo is solid and well-received, yes.
Athena:
I see...But, yeah. "Whirl-Uendo of Laughter" IS a big ol' stink bomb of a name, isn't it? Whew! What a relief! I thought it was just me!
Uendo:
............
Athena:
I-I mean uh,"Whirl-Uendo of Laughter" is great! Funny stuff!
Patches:
Hee hee. I'm glad you like it!
Uendo:
I think there must have been fifty, maybe sixty people in the audience.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So there were about fifty to sixty people at the theater listening to your rakugo...and not one of them laughed?
Uendo:
That's right. Everybody was just staring in silence at me. It was simply awful.
Athena:
(Yikes. That does sound awful!) But with an audience of that size...is it even possible for not even one person to laugh?
Kisegawa:
What are you trying to say?
Athena:
I'm saying, are you sure there were even people in the audience?! After all, no one would be laughing if there was no one there to begin with. 
Patches:
O-Of course here were people in the audience! It was a full house, I tell you! Lots of regular. Want me to ask 'em all to come here? 
Athena:
N-No... That's all right...
Blackquill:
Don't just press him on every statement at random. You have to put some thought into it! Use your head, Athena!
Athena:
Eeeeek! (Simon's right. I have to be more careful with the testimony I draw out.)
Uendo:
The story I performed is called "Tokisoba" -- otherwise known as "Time Soba."
Press
Athena:
Athena:
The story where a man cheats on his soba bill, right? Why do you think it didn't go over well?
Kisegawa:
Well... I suppose I was a little nervous... It's a lot of pressure when you're the star of such an important show, you know?
Athena:
You? Nervous? I thought you'd be all calm and collected, but I guess even you can get stage fright, huh.
Uendo:
I wanted so badly to live up to the great name of "Uendo" that I inherited...that I guess I overperformed a little this time.
Athena:
Wait, "Uendo" was the stage name of a former member of the Toneido School, right?
Uendo:
That's right. The name belonged to one of Shisho's former disciples who died of illness at a young age.
Athena:
With the weight of a new name like that to carry on your shoulders...I can see why you were feeling the heat -- just like me! I'm carrying the weight of my entire agency on my shoulders right now!
Uendo:
In that case, can I count on your sympathy, and have you go a little easier on me?
Present Invitation
Athena:
Leads to:
"Uendo, isn't there something odd about the routine you performed?"
Blackquill:
You're not giving up, are you? Where's that "never-say-die" spirit you displayed earlier?
Athena:
Of course I'm not giving up, Simon! I just KNOW Uendo has something to do with this case!
Blackquill:
But how will you connect him to the crime when he has an alibi as strong as that?
Athena:
I-I don't know just yet... But I'm going to press his testimony and keep an eye out for contradictions! 
Athena:
Uendo, isn't there something odd about the routine you performed?
Uendo:
Odd? N-No, I don't think there's anything odd about it.
Athena:
But that's exactly what I find odd -- the fact that you don't think it's odd.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
We are discussing the witness's alibi at the moment, defense. The show's program is completely irrelevant.
Athena:
Athena:
That's where you're wrong, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! The reason being, it contradicts the statement the witness just made! Uendo, do you know what this is?
Uendo:
N-No. Wh-What is it...?
Athena:
This is an invitation to the show, sent from Master Toneido to Prosecutor Blackquill. Included in the invitation is a rundown of the show's program, which clearly states... ...that "Time Soba" was to be performed by Master Toneido himself!
Uendo:
PYOOOOOOOOOOO!
Nahyuta:
No!
Athena:
Uendo! Why did you perform the routine your master was scheduled to do?!
Kisegawa:
Well... You see... The reason for that is...
Uendo:
How do I say this... You see... Um, let's say it was a, uh... a prank...
Patches:
Th-That's right! It was just a little joke, you see! H-Hee hee! I was trying to surprise Shisho by performing his routine before he did!
Athena:
(I don't know if I buy that. Was doing the victim's routine just for laughs, or...? Hey... Didn't Simon happen to hear "Time Soba" coming from the dressing room...during Uendo's performance onstage? It seems like too much of a coincidence... Wait, can it be...?!)
Blackquill:
What's the matter? You look like a hen with a dozen eggs to lay.
Athena:
S-Stop comparing me to birds!
Blackquill:
Then cease this birdbrained timidity. If something has occured to you, then lay it out for us already! Don't breed resentment in those watching your performance!
Athena:
O-Okay, okay! I don't have a ton of confidence in this theory, but... here goes! It looks like Uendo's alibi checks out, Your Honor, but...even though he was onstage at the time...he may have been trying to obfuscate a crucial detail about this case!
Judge:
Are you referring to... the soba bill the man tried to skimp on in the witness's story?
Athena:
I'm not talking about the rakugo story, Your Honor! 
Judge:
Oh! I-I'm sorry! But then, what are you talking about, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
What Uendo may have been trying to deceive us about was...
The cause of the victim's death
Athena:
By performing "Time Soba," a story that featured soba noodles... Uendo tried to fool us into thinking that the victim had been drowned in soba broth!
Patches:
Come on! Not even a jester like me thinks the cops would be fooled by such a silly trick.
Kisegawa:
Besides, the story I was originally going to do, "Soba Glutton," also features soba.
Athena:
...Oh. Right. I-I knew that...I just wanted to see if YOU knew that I knew.
Judge:
Ms. Cykes! Who's the one trying to deceive the court, again?!
Widget:
Crash and burn!
Athena:
I'm sorry, Your Honor. I'll get it right this time.
Leads back to:
"What Uendo may have been trying to deceive us about was..."
The time of the victim's death
Leads to:
"Uendo tried to deceive us about the time of the victim's death!"
What the victim was to perform
Athena:
Uendo tried to deceive us about what rakugo routine the victim was to perform! Taifu Toneido wasn't actually supposed to do "Time Soba" at all!
Uendo:
But Shisho's scheduled routine is written right here in the invitation. 
Patches:
Here, why don't you read what Shisho was gonna perform out loud? 
Athena:
Um... It says "Time Soba"...
Patches:
"You just earned yourself a penalty, defense!"
Judge:
H-Hey! That's MY line!
Athena:
I'm sorry, Your Honor. I'll get it right this time. Promise.
Leads back to:
"What Uendo may have been trying to deceive us about was..."
Athena:
Uendo tried to deceive us about the time of the victim's death!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Patches:
Eeeeeeeeeeek!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
What gibberish! Prosecutor Blackquill even testified to the time of the victim's death!
Athena:
I know. But he only testified that way because he and Geiru had been completely taken in!
Judge:
You mean... by the soba bill thing?
Athena:
Would you please forget about the story for a second, Your Honor?!
Blackquill:
I was deceived...?
Nahyuta:
Pray tell, how did Uendo manage to deceive two people while he was performing onstage?
Athena:
That's easy. All he had to do was use a certain "prop" in the dressing room.
Judge:
Oh?! And what might that be?
Athena:
The prop Uendo used was...
Present TV
Athena:
Leads to:
"This TV was used to view what was happening on the stage."
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Judge:
THAT'S what Uendo used to take in both Prosecutor Blackquill and Geiru? How could the witness fool anyone with that?
Athena:
............Huh?
Judge:
You just tried to take ME in, didn't you, Ms. Cykes? Now it's your turn to take in a penalty!
Blackquill:
I believe you are right to suspect the use of a prop. It's just a matter of finding something he could use to fool someone outside the room with.
Leads back to:
"The prop Uendo used was..."
Athena:
This TV was used to view what was happening on the stage. Prosecutor Blackquill, when you came to the dressing room, what was Uendo doing? 
Blackquill:
He was... performing "Time Soba"! Blast! Could it be...?!
Athena:
Yes. It could, and it was! What you and Geiru heard was NOT Master Toneido practicing his routine. It was Uendo's performance, as heard through this TV monitor's speakers!
Uendo:
Pyoooooooo!
Nahyuta:
!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Athena:
With the TV just inside the inner door of the dressing room...it could easily be heard from the hallway outside.
Blackquill:
And because we knew that Master Toneido was scheduled to perform "Time Soba"... ...we were easily manipulated into thinking he was still alive at the time, rehearsing!
Athena:
Yes. Your knowledge of the day's program is why the two of you could be fooled this way. Simon, did the voice you hear belong to Master Toneido?
Blakquill:
Hmph. With the doors in the way, I couldn't tell exactly who the voice belonged to. But because I heard "Time Soba", I just assumed it was Master Toneido. I can't believe I was taken in by such a simple mind game.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
All of that is mere conjecture! Where is your proof, defense?!
Athena:
Athena:
Uendo moved the TV back when he "discovered" the body. After all, he couldn't very well leave it by the door... ...because then someone might figure out the trick he'd been playing!
Nahyuta:
Ngh!
Athena:
And there's one more thing about Uendo's actions that's suspicious. 
Judge:
And that is...?
Athena:
The fact that he flopped so badly on such an important occasion.
Judge:
What's so suspicious about that? Even pros slip up once in a while, you know.
Athena:
But I believe that this time, it was intentional. Because Uendo knew it'd be strange to hear laughter coming from the dressing room!
Judge:
Oh, my!
Patches:
Yipes!
Athena:
It's all just a bit too perfect to be sheer coincidence! Plus, if the voice Prosecutor Blackquill and Geiru heard was due to Uendo's scheming... then the victim's time of death could have been earlier than 4 PM! In other words, Uendo could have killed Master Toneido himself!
Uendo:
PWOOOOOOOO!
Blackquill:
We've got you by the stones now, Uendo! So you'd better confess everything!
Uendo:
Ngh...
Nahyuta:
............
Judge:
Well, witness? What do you have to say for yourself?
Athena:
We demand an explanation!
Uendo:
............
Athena:
Uendo!
Uendo:
Nnngh... I-I confess. I-I tampered with the crime scene.
Nahyuta:
...Is it the defense's claim that Uendo Toneido is the true murderer in this case?
Athena:
If he tampered with the crime scene, then we have to at least consider him a suspect!
Kisegawa:
Kisegawa:
Now wait just one minute! Yes, I admit to messing with the dressing room, but I didn't kill Shisho!
Athena:
Then why did you tamper with the crime scene?!
Kisegawa:
I... I refuse to answer that question!
Athena:
What?!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
If you suspect this witness, then I have a question for you.
Athena:
(What could it be this time?)
Nahyuta:
Uendo had absolutely no reason to murder Taifu Toneido. After all, why would Uendo kill the man who recognized his skills and promoted him?
Athena:
OH! W-Well... His motive... was, um... (I can't think of a single thing!)
Nahyuta:
It appears you are also not aware of one other fact. 
Athena:
A-And that is?
Nahyuta:
That the accused visited the dressing room before 4 PM as well. Is it not natural, then, to suppose that the accused killed the victim at that time?
Athena:
WHAT? Nobody told me Mr. Whet had also gone there BEFORE 4 PM!
Nahyuta:
We were only discussing the time frame after 4 PM, so I didn't think to mention it. But now that you have made the time period before 4 PM relevant...
Athena:
(Uh-oh. I don't like where this is going...)
Nahyuta:
So, you really do not know what our client was doing during that time frame, do you? 
Athena:
Well, it was all very sudden, and, uh... (Why did you wait until the very last second to contact me, Simon?!)
Blackquill:
Don't you give me that look! And just so you know, Bucky never told me he had visited the master before 4 PM, either.
Athena:
Argh! This sort of thing is exactly why that prosecutor keeps calling us "unprepared"!
Judge:
The defense will stop squabbling this instant!
Athena:
S-Sorry, Your Honor.
Judge:
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, please continue.
Nahyuta:
Thank you, Your Honor. Defense. You know of the soba-making implements in the dressing room, correct?
Athen:
(Is he talking about the equipment for making soba noodles?)
Blackquill:
You speak of the large bowl that is used to mix buckwheat flour and water... the long rolling pin, and the special knife that is used to cut the dough into noodles?
Nahyuta:
Precisely. These tools all came from the accused's soba shop. 
Athena:
You mean, they didn't belong to Master Toneido?
Nahyuta:
Mr. Whet had visited the dressing room to give the victim a soba-making lesson. And that visit was before 4 PM. I'm afraid that after the accused kneaded the dough and made those noodles... he committed the act of murder. 
Athena:
B-But wait! That doesn't add up! If Mr. Whet killed the victim before 4 PM, why would he return to that room at a later time?!
???:
Bucky:
Whet Soba! Your kit and caboodle when it comes to noodles!
Judge:
Oh, my!
Bucky:
Hiya, Miz Chickadee... Heya, Simey! The reashon I went is 'cause Master Toneido ordered uncooked noodles. *ulp* 
Athena:
M-Mr. Whet...
Bucky:
Yeshterday, I brought noodle-making toolsh to the dresshing room at around 2 PM. Dat'sh when Master Toneido ordered uncooked soba noodlesh t' shtock up on. 
Athena:
Uncooked noodles to stock up on?
Bucky:
Yesh, ma'am. Master Toneido kept a supply of soba noodles from my shop in hish fridge. He only had one sherving left, so I went back t' my shop t' get some more. *hic*
Athena:
(One serving of noodles in the fridge? But I thought the fridge was practically empty...? Hmm... Anyway, the whereabouts of the missing noodles isn't all that important now.)
Blackquill:
You ran into me and Geiru when you came back to deliver the uncooked soba, correct?
Bucky:
Dat'sh right, Simey! I made time outta my bust day to deliver him the noodlesh! And ya know what? He ignored me when I called to him from th' inner doorway! He just kept mumbling rakugo lines fer ages! So I got mad and went back to my soba shop!
Athena:
Ah, so that's why you got mad. (If what he's saying is true, then there's no way he could be the murderer!)
Bucky:
I shwear I'm telling the truth, Miz Chicka--- *urp*
Judge:
B-Bailiff, quick! Get this man to the infirmary!
Judge:
Well. I daresay he's quite a handful!
Athena:
Your Honor, please accept the statements Mr. Whet made just now into evidence!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
I believe the accused's statement about going to the room at around 2 PM is true. For it falls within the the victim's estimated time of death.
Judge:
Hmm... That opens up the possibility that the crime was committed between 2 and 4 PM. That's some critical information! 
Nahyuta:
Yes, Your Honor. But other than that one point, Mr. Whet's statements are dubious and without proof. 
Athena:
Athena:
But they are the words of the defendant himself! Simon, back me up, here!
Blackquill:
Hmph. He has a point. If I were the prosecutor, I wouldn't accept them, either.
Judge:
While I understand the defense's feelings on the matter... this court is unable to accept anything other than the time the defendant made his visit.
Athena:
(N-Now what do I do...!) 
Nahyuta:
I trust you have no further objections, defense. At last, the time has come to send the soul of the victim onward to the Twilight Realm.
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
What are you yammering on about, Prosecutor Sad Monk? We still have something we need to question Uendo about!
Athena:
(We do? Like what?)
Blackquill:
Well, don't just stand there!
Athena:
B-But we don't have any evidence left to present!
Blackquill:
Have you forgotten already? Isn't there still a hidden witness you have yet to question?
Athena:
(A hidden witness...? Oh! That's right!) Your Honor! There's still one more issue we haven't finished discussing yet!
Judge:
Oh? And what is this bit of unfinished business?
Athena:
We haven't finished discussing this issue related to Uendo...!
Uendo's alibi
Athena:
We need to discuss Uendo's alibi in further detail. 
Nahyuta:
...Let it go, and move on. Uendo does not have an alibi, but he has no motive, either.
Judge:
And you, Ms. Cykes, don't seem to have much of a clue. 
Blackquill:
Heh. I know you know what's left to discuss.
Leads back to:
"We haven't finished discussing this issue related to Uendo...!"
The "Time Soba" story
Athena:
That "Time Soba" story... You can't fool somebody just by asking them the time!
Nahyuta:
I see. That's fair enough. Incidentally, do you know how many people there are in this courtroom right now? 
Athena:
Hm? Let's see... One, two, three...
Nahyuta:
What time is it, defense?
Athena:
Oh, It's around ten-thirty. ... Hm? Where was I again? ...Thirty-one? Or was it thirty-two?
Judge:
Wow, it was surprisingly easy to fool you, Ms. Cykes!
Blackquill:
Heh. I know you know what's left to discuss.
Leads back to:
"We haven't finished discussing this issue related to Uendo...!"
Owen
Leads to:
"We still have to discuss the possibility of a fourth personality -- the one named "Owen"!"
Athena:
We still have to discuss the possibility of a fourth personality -- the one named "Owen"! 
Judge:
Are you suggesting that this fourth personality of Uendo's might be the true culprit?
Uendo:
...Geez. Not that again. I told you we don't know anything about this "Owen"!
Athena:
Look. Uendo. I know you don't have any motive to kill your master, but... this "Owen" may have one for all we know!
Blackquill:
Come clean now, Uendo. You've got another personality stashed away, haven't you?!
Athena:
Please tell us everything you know about Owen!
Nahyuta:
That's enough! The witness has already stated that he knows not of any "Owen" character!
Patches:
Bravo! You tell 'em, Mr. Prosecutor! Hee hee!
Blackquill:
Hey, Patches. If you claim you don't know Owen when you really do, that's tantamount to perjury. If you want to exercise your right to remain silent, however... well, that's a different story.
Nahyuta:
Do not listen to the depraved prosecutor, witness. You will be tainted with his evil. 
Blackquill:
Do you have nay idea how dark and cold a prison cell is? Heh heh heh.
Patches:
I-I exercise my right to remain silent!
Blackquill:
What's this, now? Changing horses in midstream, are you?
Patches:
Sh-Shut up! I will remain silent, and that's it!
Kisegawa:
Patches, you fool! You stay out of this!
Blackquill:
Ha ha ha! Patches is not the brightest bulb in that box you call a noggin, is he? The fact that he switched from "I don't know any Owen" to "I will remain silent"... is proof that he DOES know about Owen! 
Athena:
(Th-There it is again -- Simon's formidable psychological manipulation tactic. I'm sure glad he's on MY side today...)
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
You dirty, despicable, depraved prosecutor! You were leading the witness! Witness! There is no need for you to submit yourself to the defense's questioning!
Athena:
Athena:
Your Honor! Uendo is definitely hiding something! Please allow me to question the witness about the existence of Owen!
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose only this witness can confirm or deny the existence of Owen for us... Very well. I will allow the defense to proceed.
Nahyuta:
Grrngh... Pohlkunka...!
Witness Testimony
-- About Owen --
Uendo:
I've never met any personality named "Owen."
Kisegawa:
Patches was just blurting out nonsense in a panic.
Patches:
We're always aware, so we'd definitely notice if a personality like that showed up!
Kisegawa:
How dare you treat me like a criminal based on mere conjecture?!
Athena:
(Wow. How am I supposed to deal with the testimony of three personalities...?)
Blackquill:
Unless you can prove the existence of Owen here, it's all over. You'd best screw your courage to the sticking place and attack their testimony head-on!
Athena:
A-All right. I will! Just stop piling the pressure on me! (I have to draw out some info -- anything to drag Owen out into the open!)
Cross Examination
-- About Owen --
Uendo:
I've never met any personality named "Owen."
Press
Athena:
Athena:
"Met," huh? Is that how you experience each other? Like people meeting on the street?
Uendo:
Well, it's more like all three of us are always here. And the personality that's most suited to the moment is the one that comes out.
Athena:
So when you're out, Uendo, what are the other two doing?
Patches:
Well, we never know when our turn will come, right?
Kisegawa:
So we stand by, and listen.
Athena:
So that means all three of you share the same memories?
Uendo:
I never really thought about it, but I guess that's right.
Athena:
I see. Thank you. Please continue.
Kisegawa:
Patches was just blurting out nonsense in a panic.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Patches, can I have a word with you, please?
Patches:
Hee hee! Why, hello! You rang?
Athena:
You said, at first, that you didn't know anybody named Owen. But then you exercised your right to remain silent. Were you afraid of committing perjury?
Patches:
Well, er... You see...
Kisegawa:
I'll take over from here, if you don't mind! Listen, I hate to say it, but Patches is about as smart as a sack of rocks. If you grill him with a bunch of highfaluting words, he's going to want to keep silent.
Athena:
...I see. So looking after loose-tongued Patches... is your role, is it, Ms. Kisegawa?
Kisegawa:
Well, I don't know about that. But, anyway... I do know that Patches was just flustered, and that's why he decided to remain silent.
Patches:
We're always aware, so we'd definitely notice if a personality like that showed up!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
But what if, for some reason, you three were unconscious at the time of the incident? If the three of you weren't alert and aware, what would happen?
Uendo:
Wh-What would happen? I'm not even sure what you mean...
Athena:
I mean, you three share the same memories, right? But what if Owen is different -- what if he has memories separate from yours? Maybe Owen emerges when the three of you are unaware or unconscious.
Uendo:
N-Ngh..!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Instead of speaking as if this "fourth personality" is a foregone conclusion... I suggest you prove his existence first.
Athena:
Well, we've already seen three personalities! A fourth wouldn't be a stretch!
Nahyuta:
You dishonor the victim and this court by jumping to such conclusions without proof.
Athena:
Have you ever heard these old sayings, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? "What happens twice will happen thrice." "If you see 1, there are likely 30 in your home." I'm basing my theory on such premises!
Kisegawa:
Comparing us to cockroaches -- do we bug you that much, girlie?!
Nahyuta:
But how do you intend to prove it? How will you prove that all three personalities became "unconscious," as you say? Unless you can do that, all of this talk is merely empty speculation.
Athena:
W-Well... I...
Blackquill:
Don't be so timid! If you don't have it, then find it! Look for something that could render Uendo and the others unconscious!
Athena:
(Simon's right. I can't back down now. For my client Mr. Whet, I have to...! ...Wait, Mr. Whet?)
Bucky:
Lemme resht? Hah! Mehbee if I were a lump o' regular flour dough fer udon noodles! But I'm fresh, like my soba! 'N y'don't let soba dough resht... 'S all about the "three freshes"! Grind da buckwheat seeds fresh, cut da dough fresh, and boil da noodles fre-- *urp*
Blackquill:
H-He's blacked out!
Athena:
(Mr. Whet... Falling unconscious... Wait a minute! I think I've got it!)
Judge:
Ms. Cykes? Do you have proof to back up your theory?
Yes
Athena:Yes, Your Honor, I do! The proof is right here in this crime photo!
Judge:
It is?! In that case, please point out what supports your theory.
Athena:
This, most likely, is what caused Uendo to lose consciousness!
Present bottle
Athena:
Leads to:
"This is probably what made Uendo lose consciousness!"
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Athena:
Uendo was most likely smacked over the head with this, and that's why he passed out!
Patches:
I may be soft in the noggin, but I don't see a single bruise on my head. Do you?
Athena:
Well, then, maybe it wasn't so much a "smack" as...a swing and a miss!
Judge:
Well! What a coincidence, defense! Your assertion was a swing and a miss, too!
Blackquill:
Athena, Uendo didn't need to be hit over the head to lose consciousness. Lord knows Bucky has passed out several times today without being "smacked."
Judge:
Ms. Cykes, please point out this proof of yours.
Leads back to:
"This, most likely, is what caused Uendo to lose consciousness!"
Athena:
This is probably what made Uendo lose consciousness!
Blackquill:
Ah, yes, the saké. And isn't it just like Master Toneido to pick a fine brand like "Camel."
Athena:
"Saké"...? Oh, you mean "rice wine"?
Kisegawa:
Kisegawa:
Oh, please. Don't call it "rice wine." That's so unsophisticated. And it's not even "wine." Hmph. Silly girl.
Blackquill:
I must agree -- you need to become more cultured, Athena.
Athena:
Tomayto, tomahto. It's made of rice, and people get drunk from drinking it, right?
Blackquill:
It's called "saké." End of story.
Athena:
Fine! "Saké" it is, then. (¡Ay, caramba! Everybody's so touchy about these things!)
Blackquill:
I recall Master Toneido would often have a drink or two before performing. He said it made him more eloquent. Drinking too much of the stuff can make one lose consciousness, though, of course.
Athena:
And look! There were two glasses on the table! Uendo, I believe you master offered you some rice w-- I mean, saké. And then, you must've drank too much and passed out. That's when your fourth personality, Owen, emerged!
Kisegawa:
I drank saké? Oh, that's a good one!
Uendo:
We have a real sweet tooth, you see, so, yes, we did accept a sugary, red-bean bun...but since we really dislike saké, we said no, thank you to that.
Patches:
Believe it or not, we're real weak when it comes to booze. Hee hee! Even a tiny drop can knock us right out!
Uendo:
So, you see... I had a sweet manju bun, but I didn't drink any saké.
Athena:
What? But that can't be right! The defense demands that the glasses be examined right away!
Nahyuta:
You amateur! Did you really think I had not already done so? Your foolishness is beyond the pale.
Athena:
D-Don't tell me...
Nahyuta:
There was no trace of the witness having touched either of the glasses, naturally.
Athena:
R-Right... Of course...
Judge:
Ms. Cykes, would you like the witness's statement added to his testimony?
Athena:
Y-Yes please, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well.
Add statement:
"I had a sweet manju bun, but I didn't drink any saké."
No
Athena:
I'm afraid not, Your Honor.
Blackquill:
Of course you do, Athena! Have another good look at the crime scene photo.
Athena:
O-okay...
Athena: (Hmm... Something that could've made the three of them lose consciousness... Was there anything like that in the dressing room?)
Kisegawa:
How dare you treat me like a criminal based on mere conjecture?!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Since nobody involved with this case is named "Owen"... we have to explore the possibility that he's a hidden forth personality of yours. After all, the cards read "OWEN 4TH"!
Uendo:
But how can you be so sure that that's what the cards really mean?
Athena:
Wh-What else could they possibly mean?
Uendo:
Well, for example, "Owen, the fourth hitter!"
Athena:
Wh-Who in the world is that?
Patches:
He's a baseball player! A really great one, too! Owen Gonzales
, thirty-six years old. He's a "cleanup", fourth-place hitter, of course.
Athena:
If such a famous baseball player was there, hanging around in the theater... he would've drawn a lot of attention to himself, don't you think?
Uendo:
Well, then, how about this? (Patches) Maybe it means "OWE N 4 TH", like, "I owe 'N' four thousand."
Athena:
And who is this mysterious "N" person?
Uendo:
What? "N" isn't a person! It was Shisho's favourite hobby shop, "N-Joy." He was a huge model train collector.
Athena:
I-I see...
Uendo:
Maybe he owed the hobby shop some money. So he left a note to remind himself.
Athena:
In karuta cards on a table?
Kisegawa:
Shisho worked in mysterious ways.
Athena:
Are you even taking this seriously?!
Kisegawa:
I'm being completely serious! The point is, "OWEN 4TH" could mean just about anything!
Athena:
Arngh... I-I suppose you're right. (I guess I'd better approach this from a different angle...)
Uendo:
I had a sweet manju bun, but I didn't drink any saké.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So if you had even a tiny sip of saké, you'd conk right out, huh. That's why you didn't touch the glass that Master Toneido offered, correct?
Uendo:
Yes, that's right.
Athena:
Then maybe you ate something that had saké in it as an ingredient?
Uendo:
I don't recall doing anything like that.
Athena:
(Hmm... He doesn't "recall" doing it... But that doesn't necessarily mean he didn't. He just might not have known that he did... I'd better take another good look at the evidence.)
Present Taifu's Note
Athena:
Leads to:
"This shows what, most likely, made Uendo lose consciousness!"
Before adding fifth statement
Athena:
(I should've figured that he's not going to just give in like that...) There's gotta be some sort of key to unlocking Uendo's fourth personality...
Blackquill:
Personally, I can't wait to see who will slip up first. But it'd better not be you.
Athena:
Well, it won't! (And if I can't find any inconsistencies, there's always one thing to do, and that's press!)
After adding fifth statement
Blackquill:
So he didn't drink any saké, huh?
Athena:
Oh boy... Now we're in trouble...
Blackquill:
That kind of answer is exactly why Sad Monk keeps insulting you. Now, use your head! There are countless ways Uendo could've gotten saké into his mouth besides drinking it.
Athena:
W-Well, I don't know about the "countless" part, but...
Blackquill:
But nothing. Give it some thought, and you'll figure something out.
Athena:
(So the witness must've had something that contained saké... Is there anything in the Court Record that hints at something like that...?)
Athena:
This shows what, most likely, made Uendo lose consciousness!
Nahyuta:
That note...? Are you feeling lightheaded, child? Or perhaps a bit peckish?
Athena:
I'm not hungry, and my head feels just fine, thank you very much! Look at the paper this note is written on. Isn't there something familiar about it?
Nahyuta:
What exactly is your point, defense?
Judge:
Hmm... This faint design here reminds me of the paper from...
Athena:
Yup! It's a piece of the wrapping paper on the box of manju buns by the victim on the floor! Uendo, you may not have drunk any saké... but you did eat a sweet red-bean bun, right?
Uendo:
Well, yes... That's right.
Athena:
I don't know if you are aware of it or not, Uendo... but I believe the manju you ate caused you to fall unconscious!
Judge:
Th-The bean bun? But how?
Athena:
Because those buns contained a secret ingredient! A very "punchy" secret ingredient, at that!
Judge:
A "punchy secret ingredient"?
Athena:
Yes. The design on the wrapping paper matches that of something else in the room.
Judge:
I-it does?
Athena:
The design on this object matches that of the manju box's wrapping paper!
Present saké bottle
Athena:
Leads to:
"The camel pattern... It's the same as the one for "Camel" brand saké!"
Present manju box
Athena:
Athena:
The design on this manju box matches the design on the wrapping paper!
Nahyuta:
Considering it is part of the same package, that is hardly surprising. Now, why don't you tell us what this "secret ingredient" you speak of is?
Athena:
Th-That, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, is a secret!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes, are you even taking this seriously?!
Athena:
I am, Your Honor. And I promise to do better next time.
Leads back to:
"The design on this object matches that of the manju box's wrapping paper!"
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Athena:
Look at the design of this here. Doesn't it remind you of the wrapping paper?
Judge:
Hmph. Not in the slightest.
Athena:
But to young people like us, I assure you it DOES look vaguely similar...
Nahyuta:
As one of these "young people," I can assure you that it does NOT look similar at all.
Athena:
But to young... um... women... who, uh, wear yellow clothes...
Nahyuta:
Let it go, and move on, defense.
Athena:
Arrrgh... Fine.
Judge:
And here's what you get for treating me like an old fogey!
Leads back to:
"The design on this object matches that of the manju box's wrapping paper!"
Judge:
The camel pattern... It's the same as the one for "Camel" brand saké!
Blackquill:
So, just as Uendo said, he didn't drink any saké, per se...
Athena:
...but he DID eat some.
Nahyuta:
I-Impossible...
Athena:
Uendo had a "Camel" brand red-bean bun... which boasts a nice shot of saké as one of its ingredients!
Judge:
So the defense is claiming that Uendo passed out after consuming a "Camel" sweet bun... which allowed a fourth personality named "Owen" to emerge. Is that correct?!
Athena:
Yes, Your Honor! That's exactly what I'm claiming!
Uendo:
PYOOOOOOO!
Judge:
But there's one thing that bothers me. Wouldn't the alcoholic content of the buns evaporate as they are steamed?
Blackquill:
In order to give them a stronger flavor... some manju are specially made to retain as much of their alcoholic content as possible.
Kisegawa:
H-Hmph! What kind of lightweight do you think I am?! Even I wouldn't pass out from eating a simple manju!
Athena:
Then how about we test that theory? What do you say, Your Honor?
Judge:
Hmm... "Seeing is believing," as they say. ...Very well, I will allow a test.
Athena:
Thanks, Your Honor! Simon! Go buy us some "Camel" manju, on the double! And don't forget to get me one, too, okay?
Blackquill:
Wh-Why must I--?
Judge:
And while you're at it, Prosecutor Blackquill... you will get one for me as well!
Blackquill:
Tsk! I'm not the courthouse stable boy, you know. But just this once, I'll acquiesce. Taka, I'm counting on you. ...And all of you had better pay me back!
Judge:
Aww... But I thought it would be your treat, Prosecutor Blackquill... What a shame... Now then, let us adjourn until the manju arrive by carrier hawk. Court will reconvene as soon as Taka returns.
To Be Continued
May 13 District Court - Courtroom No. 4
Judge:
Now that the sweet buns have arrived, this court is back in session!
Athena:
Go on, Uendo! Eat up!
Uendo:
............Ngh...
Judge:
*chomp* *chew* Mmm. Nice flavor... You can really taste the saké... *munch* *gulp* That was delicious!
Nahyuta:
Yes, a unique sweetness and the faint aroma of saké... Yet, I hardly think that anyone could pass out from eating something like this.
Blackquill:
What's the matter, Uendo? You're not afraid of a tiny manju, are you?
Judge:
Or are you scared of how many calories it has?!
Uendo:
D-don't be ridiculous! A sweet little snack like this couldn't possibly... I-I mean, it could never...
Blackquill:
Less bleating, more eating, witness!
Uendo:
Ngh... F-Fine! Whatever!
Uendo:
*chomp* *chomp*... *gulp*
Uendo:
See? I told you... It don-- don't affect me in th suh-- slightess! *hic*
Patches:
We might be a liiightweight, but c'mooon, nnnobody's THAAAAT l-light. Hee hee!
Kisegawa:
Hmph. Sh-Sheriouslyyy... Nobody ge's drunk offa wuh, wuh, one lil' bun... *hic*
Athena:
I-It looks like it worked!
Judge:
Oh, my! W-Witness! Please tell the court your name and occupation.
???:
Oooooh... *sniffle*...
Judge:
...?
Athena:
...?
Nahyuta:
...?
Owen:
Oooh... *sniffle*... M-My name is Owen... I'm...five.
Athena:
Y-You're five years old?
Owen:
A-Am I in trouble...? Please don't yell at me... Oooh...
Judge:
So HE'S Uendo's fourth personality?!
Nahyuta:
I'd hardly think a child like him could have a motive to murder the victim. And even if he had a motive, could he have actually committed the murder?
Judge:
Hmm... That's a very good point. Owen does appear to be very timid and weak.
Athena:
Oooooh...
Nahyuta:
It seems the defense was hoping this hidden personality would be the real killer. But now that he is standing here before us... it is clear that none of Uendo's personalities can be the killer!
Athena:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! (Wh-Where can I even go from here!)
Owen:
Shisho... Shisho...! *sniffle*
Athena:
Owen...? Do you know something about what happened to your master?
Owen:
Uwahhhhh!
Athena:
...C'mon, buddy. Won't you tell Auntie Athena what happened?
Owen:
Uwahhh! Whatta scary lady!
Athena:
I-I'm not scary! Look! Look at auntie's biiiig, biiiig smile! Tell me about your master, please? Pretty please, with sugar on top?
Owen:
O-okay... Shisho was... super nice... He always played with me... Just like.. Just like a real grandpa. I loved Shisho... *sniffle*
Blackquill:
Athena, do you sense anything behind his words?
Athena:
I sense his sadness -- sadness so pure it's heartrending -- but no discord. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi is right. Owen isn't the killer.
Blackquill:
But then, don't you find it odd?
Athena:
Find what odd?
Blackquill:
Let's review what we've learned so far. Uendo rearranged the karuta cards to pin the blame on Bucky.
Athena:
Well, that's because the original message implicated Owen. But Owen is only five years old, and absolutely adores Master Toneido.
Blackquill:
Exactly. The other three personalities also have no motive for murder. If Owen isn't the true culprit, then the person who first laid out the cards...
Athena:
...Probably wouldn't have been Master Toneido! So then, who did it?
Judge:
Defense? Did the appearance of Owen help you figure anything out? 
Athena:
Yes, Your Honor. I now know who it was that first laid out the cards.
Judge:
B-But I thought it was the victim! ...Right?
Athena:
No, Your Honor. I don't believe it was. The one who first arranged the karuta cards on the table was none other than...
The true killer
Leads to:
"I believe the person who laid the cards out is the very person who killed Taifu Toneido!"
Whet Noodle No. 3
Athena:
Could it have been Whet Noodle No. 3, the previous owner of Whet Soba?
Blackquill:
Hmph. You do realize that the old man has already kicked the bucket. This trend of giving wrong answers -- I suggest you buck it.
Athena:
Hey... Was that an attempt at word play there, Simon?
Blackquill:
............Your Baldness! Do your duty -- swiftly, now!
Judge:
Y-Yes, sir! It isn't every day that the defense requests a penalty for itself!
Blackquill:
............
Athena:
(Eep... He's going to really let me have it later... I just know it.)
Leads back to:
"The one who first arranged the karuta cards on the table was none other than..."
Uendo's fifth personality
Athena:
If it's not the fourth personality, Owen, then it must be a fifth personality!
Nahyuta:
And why would a fifth personality try to pin the blame on the fourth? They both inhabit the same body, after all. Well? O psychology expert...
Athena:
Um...
Judge:
It appears our psychology expert has run out of expertise!
Blackquill:
...Hmph. Review who rearranged the cards and their motives, O psychology expert!
Athena:
(Argh! I DO have a name, I'll have you all know!)
Leads back to:
"The one who first arranged the karuta cards on the table was none other than..."
Athena:
I believe the person who laid the cards out is the very person who killed Taifu Toneido!
Nahyuta:
How quickly you move on to a new target when your Owen theory proves false! You pohlkunan!
Athena:
I don't know what a "pohlkunan" is, but I know I am definitely not one! And before you start with the sermons, why don't you hear me out?!
Judge:
Yes, let's hear the defense's reasoning. Please proceed, Ms. Cykes. But if you are bluffing, I won't go easy on you!
Athena:
I understand, Your Honor. Now, then. Please recall the original crime scene. Who did the karuta cards name when the scene was discovered?
Judge:
Let's see... I believe they implicated the defendant, Bucky Whet.
Athena:
That's right. But we then found out that the message originally read "OWEN 4TH."
Judge:
Hmm... Which implicated the young boy, Owen.
Athena:
Exactly. And the person who rearranged the cards was undoubtedly Uendo.
Blackquill:
Uendo may have kept silent, but we can be sure he already knew his master was dead. His tampering with the crime scene using the TV all but proves it.
Uendo:
Nnngh... ...I-I confess. I-I tampered with the crime scene.
Blackquill:
The reason Uendo rearranged the karuta cards and moved the TV was because... ...he saw the "OWEN 4TH" message, and was convinced Owen had committed the crime.
Athena:
Right on, Prosecutor Blackquill! It would seem that Owen and the other three personalities don't share the same memories.
Uendo:
But really, there is no "fourth personality." It's just the three of us in here.
Athena:
Uendo feared that Owen had killed Master Toneido, so he tried to hide Owen from us.
Owen:
Ooohhh... *sniffle*
Blackquill:
But it turns out, Owen is but a five-year-old child, incapable of hurting a fly... ...let alone his beloved master.
Athena:
So naturally, the culprit must be somebody else. And this somebody else -- the true killer -- tried to pin the crime on Owen!
Judge:
Hmm... I see. That does make sense.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
This is naught but conjecture, composed of half-truths and fantasy! Who, then, do you maintain murdered the victim?!
Athena:
I believe Owen might know something about that.
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
I refuse to allow such impromptu testimony. And from a five-year-old, no less. Such a young child is incapable of producing anything coherent!
Athena:
Athena:
B-But...!
Nahyuta:
Your desperation is disgraceful! You should realize when it is time to let it go, and--
???:
I-I saw it...
Owen:
I saw Shisho getting...
Athena:
Owen! You DO know something, don't you!
Owen:
Y-Yeah...
Judge:
Oh, my! Is this true? If so, we must have Owen testify immediately! Don't you agree, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
Nnrrgh...
Judge:
It's all right, Owen. Go ahead and tell us what you know.
Witness Testimony-- I Saw It --
Owen:
Shisho was standing with a knife in his hand...
Blood was dripping onto Shisho's face, getting it all red...
I couldn't move at all!
I was so scared... I passed out.
Athena:
(Th-This is eyewitness testimony from the moment of the murder!) Owen! Can you tell us anything else about what you saw?!
Owen:
I... Ooooooh... I was so scared...! *sniffle* Oooooooh... So... So scared...! *sniffle*
Athena:
O-Owen! (His emotions are spiraling out of control! Something must've really frightened him!)
Judge:
I-Is he all right?!
Athena:
His emotions are running wild because he's trying to recall something frightening to him. I recommend a therapy session right away!
Judge:
I-I see. Yes, please do whatever you can to help the poor boy!
Athena:
Will do, Your Honor! (I'd better find the cause of these out-of-control emotions, pronto!)
Owen:
Shisho was standing with a knife in his hand...
Owen:
Blood was dripping onto Shisho's face, getting it all red...
Probe Blood
Athena:
Leads to:
"Yeah..."
Owen:
I couldn't move at all!
Owen:
I was so scared... I passed out.
Blackquill:
Poor kid. He's absolutely terrified of something.
Athena:
Whatever it is, it might be the root cause of his out-of-control emotions. (I'd better take another careful look at the images...)
Owen:
Yeah... Blood was dripping down onto Shisho's face...
Athena:
(Blood...? I don't remember seeing any blood in the crime scene photos... Besides, if the victim was standing upright, how could blood drip down onto his face?)
Nahyuta:
As I expected, all we managed to obtain from this child is a tale he dreamt up.
Athena:
Urngk...! I guess it's a little weird for blood to drip onto the victim's face if he was standing up... Unless it dripped down from the ceiling or something? What do you think, Simon?
Blackquill:
I don't know. Owen's one confused and upset kid right now, so who knows how accurate his memory is. Maybe it's time for that thing instead.
Athena:
Huh? What thing?
Blackquill:
That thing that you and your cohorts do. What do you call it? "Rotate your thinking about"...?
Athena:
Oh! You mean "turn your thinking around"!
Blackquill:
Yes, whatever. It's the same thing, either way.
Athena:
No, it isn't! Who's ever heard of "rotating" your thinking? I mean, "rotate" is-- Hey, wait a minute... 
Blackquill:
What?
Athena:
You know what, Simon? In this case, I think "rotate" just might work perfectly after all!
Blackquill:
Come again?
Athena:
All I have to do is rotate things by ninety degrees!
Athena:
When he saw his master, Owen must've been...
Lying on the floor
Leads to:
"Owen must've been lying on the floor when he witnessed his master's murder."
Doing a handstand
Athena:
Owen must've been doing a handstand when he witnessed his master's murder. the victim must've been doing a handstand, too!
Judge:
............
Blackquill:
............Heh.
Athena:
............Or not. It's "not," isn't it?
Judge:
Looks like all that rotating threw you for a loop, Ms. Cykes.
Athena:
(Guess I rotated my thinking a little TOO much, huh... Maybe what I need to do is rotate my thinking a little less...)
Leads back to:
"When he saw his master, Owen must've been..."
Pressed flat against a wall
Athena:
Owen must've been pressed flat against a wall when he witnessed his master's murder.
Judge:
And that would make it look like blood was dripping onto the victim's face, would it?
Athena:
Or maybe not...? I mean, it's not a big deal, right?
Judge:
.........What do YOU think, you big drip?!
Athena:
All right, all right. This time, I promise to rotate my thinking by ninety degrees!
Leads back to:
"When he saw his master, Owen must've been..."
Athena:
Owen must've been lying on the floor when he witnessed his master's murder.
Judge:
What?!
Athena:
That's the conclusion I arrived at when I rotated my thinking by ninety degrees. Which means that all of the visuals in my matrix were off by ninety degrees.
Judge:
And...?
Athena:
This means Master Toneido was also lying on the floor, which solves another mystery!
Judge:
And which mystery is that?
Athena:
The mystery of how blood could've been dripping onto the victim's face. It becomes much easier to imagine how that could happen if he was lying down. Like, someone bleeding onto Master Toneido from somewhere up above him!
Owen:
I-I remember now! Somebody was sitting up on top of Shisho!
NOISE LEVEL70%
Athena:
(So trying to recall his master's bloody killer is what spooked Owen originally.) The blood that stained the victim's face red came from the person sitting on top of him. The victim was holding a knife, so he likely nicked his attacker as he was fighting back!
Nahyuta:
This means his assailant was injured on their face somewhere, like the forehead, perhaps?
Athena:
Assuming the victim and his attacker were face-to-face, then, yes.
Nahyuta:
I see. So that is what happened. But if I recall correctly, the accused has a fresh bandage on his forehead, does he not? That injury of Mr. Whet's... ...is conclusive evidence that he committed this murder!
Athena:
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
Nahyuta:
It seems you have dug yourself into a pit you cannot crawl out of.
Athena:
Nooo!
Athena:
(Even though I figured out the reason for Owen's out-of-control emotions... ...all I did was raise further suspicion against my own client... What do I do now...?!)
Blackquill:
What's the matter? You aren't thinking of throwing in the towel, are you?
Athena:
But it looks so bad for Bucky! I mean, he had both motive and opportunity... Plus, he has that injury on his forehead!
Nahyuta:
Your Honor. I sense that the defense is finally ready to let it go, and move on.
Judge:
Well, Ms. Cykes? I understand that you don't want to give up on your client... ...but I won't allow you to prolong this trial without a good reason.
Gallery:
Well, that lawyer did her best, but all the signs point to the defendant's guilt.Maybe it's time she gave up? She tried everything she could...
Athena:
(I really, REALLY don't wanna back down, but...)
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Athena. Are you having doubts about Bucky's innocence?
Athena:
I-I wouldn't say THAT... It's just...
Blackquill:
Do you remember what you said to Bucky earlier this morning?
Bucky:
Y'mean... you believe me, ma'am...?
Athena:
Of course! No matter what, I'll believe in you to the very end!
Blackquill:
Were those just empty words?
Athena:
O-Of course not! It's just that all the cards are stacked against us...
Blackquill:
Are you still stuck on that line of thinking? Motive, opportunity, and an injury to his forehead -- Is that all it takes to make you stop believing in your client?! Tell me again, who are you to Bucky?!
Athena:
Uh... I'm... I'm his "Miz Chickadee" lawyer!
Blackquill:
Then do your duty, and believe in him until the very end!
Athena:
I... I will! (Simon's absolutely right. I'm Bucky's lawyer. And he's depending on me!)
Judge:
Defense team, please! No fighting in my courtroom!
Athena:
The defense is ready to resume, Your Honor! Prosecutor Blackquill was just giving me a pep talk, that's all. Thank you, Prosecutor!
Blackquill:
Hmph. I didn't do it for your sake. I did it for the future of Whet Soba.
Athena:
Yeah, yeah! I got it! The defense would like to now continue with Owen's therapy session!
Judge:
Hmm... Owen, would you be all right with that?
Owen:
O-Okay... Um... So...  somebody was sitting up on top of Shisho, bleeding from their head... ...and smooshing something into Shisho's face!
Athena:
That's funny...
Blackquill:
What is it?
Athena:
I still hear discord in Owen's voice... ...but I don't sense any inconsistencies between his statements and his emotions. And there don't seem to be any contradictions in his testimony itself, either.
Blackquill:
Ahh, so that's it, huh?
Athena:
Did you figure something out?
Blackquill:
Your ability to sense emotions is making you focus too much on his feelings, Athena. But there's actually something he's being very vague about in his testimony. If you can clarify what he's feeling uncertain about with some evidence... ...you should be able to move forward from there.
Athena:
O-Okay, that makes sense. I'll give it a try! I'll just update the Mood Matrix with the new information, and then we'll be ready to go! (So I just need to present some evidence on what Owen is being vague about, huh...?)
Owen:
Shisho had blood on his face and a knife in his hand...
Owen:
He was on the floor, and somebody was smooshing something into his face...
Present Crime Scene Report
Athena:
Leads to:
"Let's put a name to the thing Owen's uncertain of, shall we..."
Owen:
I couldn't move at all! I was so scared... I passed out.
Athena:
(So now, let's see what Owen is feeling uncertain about. It should manifest as something Owen isn't being specific about.)
Blackquill:
What's the matter? Is this too tough for you?
Athena:
No, I'm thinking! So stop distracting me! (I think I can guess what Owen is uncertain about... I just don't know which piece of evidence will pull the info I need to the surface...)
Blackquill:
You can't solve this with a rigid thought process. Try kneading your mind as well!
Athena:
Kneading my mind?! It's not soba dough, you know!
Blackquill:
Heh. Looks like you've learned a thing or two about making soba, at least.
Athena:
You think?! I've only been hearing about it all day today!
Blackquill: 
Well, even with that tiny bit of knowledge, you ought to be able to find your answer.
Athena:
(That Simon! He's figured something out again, hasn't he...? And what does the soba-making process have to do with what Owen is unsure about?)
Athena:
Let's put a name to the thing Owen's uncertain of, shall we... ...by identifying the murder weapon that was used to suffocate the victim. Fortunately for us, I spy the murder weapon right here in this crime scene photo!
Nahyuta:
Unfortunately for you, I spy nothing of the sort. And the police... ...did not spy anything of the sort during their investigation, either. Pray tell, where is this "murder weapon" you see?
Athena:
You don't see it because it no longer looks the way it did when it was used as a weapon. This is what the killer pressed into Master Toneido's face!
Present noodles
Athena:
Leads to:
"The mystery person that Owen saw pressed soba into the victim's face..."
Present anywhere else
Athena:
Athena:
It's right here in the photo!
Judge:
You really think that that's what the murderer pressed into the victim's face?
Athena:
Or maybe it was this right here...? Or, wait, maybe that over there...?
Judge:
Stop moving your finger around and around until you get it!
Blackquill:
Heh. Athena Cykes "psyches" out the judge... Or tries to, at any rate.
Athena:
Yeah... I'm not real psyched about how that went...
Leads back to:
"This is what the killer pressed into Master Toneido's face!"
Athena:
The mystery person that Owen saw pressed soba into the victim's face... ...thereby suffocating him!
Nahyuta:
I grow weary of your tasteless jokes! How could anyone commit murder with soft, delicate soba?! The noodles would instantly fall apart if they were pressed into someone's face!
Judge:
Yes, I agree.
Athena:
Well, I disagree. There is a way the soba could've been used to suffocate the victim.
Judge:
Wh-What? You will explain your theory at once, Ms. Cykes.
Athena:
To kill Master Toneido, the culprit must have smothered him with...
Uncooked soba noodles
Athena:
The culprit must've pressed uncooked soba noodles into the victim's face...
Nahyuta:
Soba noodles are even softer and more apt to fall apart before they are cooked than after. I verified this for myself by preparing and cutting my own buckwheat noodles yesterday.
Judge:
How thoroughly studious of you, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. You would do well to follow his example, Ms. Cykes!
Athena:
I should've known he'd find a way to study soba-making last night, too... All right, Your Honor. Please let me try that again.
Leads back to:
"To kill Master Toneido, the culprit must have smothered him with..."
Balled-up soba noodles
Athena:
The culprit must've balled up some cooked noodles and used that clump to kill the victim!
Nahyuta:
There is a type of spice called myoga ginger, which is said to help with memory loss. Perhaps the defense should try some. It pairs very well with soba.
Athena:
Huh? But why?
Nahyuta:
Because you appear to be suffering from severe memory loss, child. As I said earlier... ...the soba noodles would instantly fall apart if they were pressed into someone's face!
Judge:
Hmph. Just like the defense's crumbling assertion!
Athena:
I was kinda hoping you'd forget about the penalty, Your Honor...
Widget:
Guess I'll give myoga ginger a try...
Athena:
Anyway, Your Honor, please let me try that again.
Leads back to:
"To kill Master Toneido, the culprit must have smothered him with..."
Uncut soba dough
Leads to:
"The culprit must've used the soba before it was cut into noodles!"
Athena:
The culprit must've used the soba before it was cut into noodles! In other words, the murder weapon was raw soba dough!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Order! Order in the court! Yes, soba dough could definitely be used to suffocate someone, couldn't it!
Nahyuta:
............
Athena:
A-Are you all right, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi?
Nahyuta:
I was just letting the soul of the victim know... ...that the accused will finally face justice, thanks to the foolish lawyer before me.
Athena:
Huh? What are you talking about?
Nahyuta:
Allow me to summarize your statements. As the accused was killing the victim, he was slashed in the face by the victim's knife. The weapon he used to suffocate the victim with was the dough in the dressing room. He then disposed of the murder weapon by cutting the soba dough into noodles.
Blackquill:
Agnrk! Why, you smarmy...!
Nahyuta:
Afterwards, the accused put the victim's face into the bowl of soba noodles and broth... ...to wash off the blood that had dripped onto the victim's face from his own. And there you have it: the true sequence of events behind this foul affair.
Athena:
N-Now, wait just a minute! I never once said that Mr. Whet was the culprit!
Nahyuta:
Who but the accused knows how to cut dough into noodles, defense?
Athena:
Gurk!
Judge:
Hmm... That's a very good point, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. I heard that cutting soba dough into uniform noodles requires considerable training. But then, what about the dying message? How do you explain that? The defendant wouldn't have known about Uendo's "Owen" personality.
Nahyuta:
Perhaps the victim was simply playing with the cards, and they hold no other meaning. Perhaps he spelled out Owen's name in jest, sometime before his murder.
Judge:
That's true. From Owen's testimony, it's clear that Master Toneido cared for the boy. Hmm... It appears we've arrived at a compelling conclusion. Taken together, all of these points paint a convincing picture of the defendant's guilt.
Athena:
Athena:
Owen! Is there anything else you can tell us? It doesn't matter how small of a detail -- anything will do!
Owen:
Oooooh... Y-You're scaaaring me...!
Athena:
Oh! I'm sorry, Owen! Auntie Athena didn't mean to raise her voice. (I have to be gentler with him! I can't forget he's only five years old.) No need to be scared, okay, sweetie? Just tell us anything you can remember.
Owen:
Well... Wh-When I woke up... the person who killed Shisho... was standing over me... ...bleeding from their head...
Athena:
Owen! You saw the killer's face?! (Oops, I did it again...) S-So who was it, Owen? Do you remember?
Owen:
Oooooh... I... I don't know who it was...
Athena:
(I'm picking up some noise...! That means there's still something to uncover in Owen's testimony...)
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
I don't know what Owen saw, but suffice it to say, we are analyzing the dreams of a child. You've wasted enough of our time, defense. Let it go, and move on!
Athena:
No! There's still discord in Owen's heart that needs to be addressed! Therefore... I can't give in here! Owen, do you think you can continue your testimony for us?
Owen:
*sniffle* Okay...
Athena:
I'll enter the new info, and run an update, then!
Owen:
Shisho had blood on his face and a knife in his hand...
Owen:
He was on the floor and somebody was smooshing dough into his face!
Owen:
I couldn't move at all!
Owen:
I was so scared... I passed out.
Owen:
And when I woke up...
Owen:
...the person who killed Shisho was standing over me...
Pinpoint Happiness
Athena:
Leads to:
"Despite witnessing the culprit's terrible crime first-hand..."
Athena:
(Owen saw the real killer's face! This is ultra-critical, eyewitness testimony! He must've been so scared... ...Wait a minute. What's that one emotion doing in there...?)
Athena:
Despite witnessing the culprit's terrible crime first-hand... ...Owen experienced a positive feeling -- one of... relief?
Nahyuta:
The person the witness saw was no stranger. Rather, it was the accused. Therefore, it is only natural that he felt some level of relief when he saw a familiar face. Defense, end this madness and sully your soul no more.
Athena:
Owen... Who did you see?
Owen:
That nice smell... I love the smell... of that perfume...
NOISE LEVEL0%
Owen:
I-It's the smell of... of... Ungh...
Athena:
You can do it! Try to remember, Owen!
Owen:
Ooooooh... Th-The smell of... of... Ooooooohhhhnnnnngh...!
Athena:
O-Owen!
Judge:
It seems Owen is now resting in the infirmary. They certainly have their hands full today down there. Let's continue with the trial.
Nahyuta:
Despite Owen's testimony, it is the opinion of this humble servant of the Holy Mother... ...that the child's words were insufficient to clear the accused of suspicion.
Athena:
B-But what about the scent of perfume Owen mentioned?! I believe it's a clue that will lead us to the true culprit!
Judge:
Hmm... But there are thousands of perfumes in the world.
Nahyuta:
It could even be the scent of the hair product the accused uses.
Judge:
He does have one amazing hairstyle, so that's certainly possible.
Nahyuta:
The witness is a five-year-old boy. He cannot tell the difference between conventional perfumes and hair products.
Athena:
(Argh... Why couldn't you have gone for a crew cut or something, Bucky?)
Nahyuta:
What's more,  the only person who can cut soba noodles with such precision... ...is the accused, and no other.
Athena:
(Oh man... How am I supposed to argue with that...?)
Nahyuta:
And so, the person Owen saw at the scene of the crime can only be... ...the accused, Bucky Whet!
???:
Athena:
?
Nahyuta:
............
Judge:
?
Blackquill:
What the--?!
Bucky:
Hey, hey, hey! I never use hair productsh or anyding with a shmell! *hic* If I wore someding like dat, th' shmell'd get into th' soba! Boom! Check it!
Athena:
Uh... Mr. Whet? Aren't you supposed to be resting in the infirmary...?
Bucky:
Whaaaatever! ou dink I'd let my soba shtink o' perfume?! Try dat chillled soba fer yershelf and see!
Judge:
I believe we have no choice but to try it... Strictly for examination purposes, of course. Now then, let's dig in, shall we?
*sluuuuurp* *slurp* *slurp* sluuurp*
Judge:
Mmm... That was delightful. *Ahem!* Well, I'm satisfied that there are no traces of hair products or perfumes in Mr. Whet's soba. First, sweet bean buns, and now, savory soba! What a delectable trial this has been!
Nahyuta:
This texture is different from the soba I had the other day. It reminds me of a dish we have in Khura'in called "banu'puun."
Bucky:
Whatcha dink, Miz Chickadee? My soba'sh pretty good, ishn't it?! *hic*
Athena:
Mmm-MMM! It's delicious! Don't you think so, Simon?
Blackquill:
Heh. It still pales in comparison to his late father's cuisine.
Bucky:
S-Simey! Why you alwaysh gotta be so hard on me?! *urp*
Judge:
Bailiff! Take the defendant back to the infirmary at once for some rest!
Bucky:
Resht?! Hey, I ain't a lump o' plain ol' wheaty udon dough, y'know! I'm fresh like my soba! Y'don't let soba dough resht... It's about the "three freshes" of soba! Grind the seeds fresh, cut the dough fresh, and boil the noodles fre-- *urp*
Judge:
Good grief. What a defendant...
Athena:
(At least Bucky wasn't the source of the perfume smell... Wait. Smelly perfume...)
Blackquill:
It looks like you remembered something.
Athena:
The phrase "smelly perfume"... reminded me of a certain somebody!
Judge:
Oh? And who might that be?
Athena:
(There's only one person that comes to mind!) The phrase "smelly perfume" reminded me of this person!
Present Geiru Toneido profile
Athena:
Leads to:
"Geiru Toneido?"
Present anyone else
Athena:
Athena:
There's no doubt about it -- it's this person!
Judge:
............
Blackquill:
............
Nahyuta:
............
Gallery:............
Athena:
............ (Uh-oh. Something tells me I got it wrong.) There's no doubt about it -- it's NOT this person!
Judge:
Wh-What the--?! No take-backs, defense!
Blackquill:
Come now, Athena. There's only one person it could be.
Athena:
Right. If it's perfume we're talking about, it's gotta be that person!
Leads back to:
"The phrase "smelly perfume" reminded me of this person!"
Judge:
Geiru Toneido? Hmm... Yes, she DID smell very nice, didn't she?
Nahyuta:
Just a moment, defense. You would throw suspicion on Geiru now because of a scent? Your Honor, there is no need to go along with these ever-changing claims of the defense.
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose their claims have been awfully inconsistent...
Athena:
But Geiru could've been at the crime scene!
Judge:
Yes, but...
Athena:
You'll get to see those "balloons" of hers if we call her back to the witness stand! 
Nahyuta:
How vulgar! His Honor is not interested in such things!
Judge:
............Ahem! Setting the matter of her "balloons" aside entirely... ...I do believe it's appropriate to ask Geiru some questions, given the circumstances. This has nothing to do with her "balloons"... of course.
Athena:
Thank you, Your Honor!
Nahyuta:
Pohlkunkaaa!
	
Geiru:
Thank you for calling this disciple of the Toneido School of rakugo back for an encore! It's me! The balloon artist you all know and love, Geeeiru Toneidooo! Onnne, twooo... BLOOOON!
Judge:
What wonderful balloon artistry!
Athena:
Y-Your Honor... Please.
Geiru:
Now, then! What would you like me to make for you this time?
Athena:
Um, actually, I called you back for more testimony.
Geiru:
But I'm all talked out! This case has left me completely deflated.
Athena:
............
Geiru:
What? You didn't find that funny? A-Anyway, what exactly is going on, Simon?
Blackquill:
It seems the person who murdered Master Toneido was wearing perfume.
Athena:
And you were the only person I could think of who wears perfume.
Geiru:
Wait... you mean I'm a suspect now?
Athena:
Geiru, you knew about Owen, right?
Geiru:
W-Well, yes. I often played with him at Shisho's request.
Athena:
So that means you could've left that fake "dying message," right?
Geiru:
Wh-What? Just because I wear perfume and know Owen... ...you think I'm a murderer? Oh, how could youuu?!
Nahyuta:
The witness is absolutely right. With no evidence but the distorted memories of a small child... ...it is outrageous of the defense to accuse this woman!
Geiru:
Th-Th-That's right! You don't even have any proooof...!
Nahyuta:
You may step down from the stand, Geiru. The defense does not have one scrap of evidence that connects you to the crime.
Athena:
Wait just one minute! I may not have proof, but Owen's testimony is still--!
Nahyuta:
Enough! Please feel free to leave, Geiru.
Athena:
(B-But I'm so close! There must be something I can do!)
Geiru:
Well, if the prosecutor says it's okay, then I guess I'll be going now...
Blackquill:
Blackquill:
Hoy, Geiru. You're an entertainer, aren't you?  Once you go onstage, it's your duty to complete your performance, is it not? So what are you doing, leaving halfway through!
Geiru:
Eeeeeeek!
Athena:
Th-There's a bandage on Geiru's forehead...! And since we know that Master Toneido's killer has a cut on their face somewhere...!
Nahyuta:
I-Impossible...!
Athena:
How did you know, Simon?
Blackquill:
Hmph. I didn't. But I had to take a chance and see for myself. Otherwise, your theory would remain a groundless accusation.
Athena:
Your Honor! Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! The scent of perfume, an injury on the forehead... These things are completely consistent with Owen's testimony! In short... ...the mysterious individual Owen saw in the dressing room... could have been Geiru!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes... ...does this mean you are formally indicting this witness for the murder of Taifu Toneido?!
Nahyuta:
Satorha!
Nahyuta:
Should your accusation prove to be false... I hope you are prepared to pay the price in full.
Athena:
S-Simon, what "price" is he talking about?
Blackquill:
Hmph. I thought that should be obvious. Prosecutor Sad Monk is saying he'll see to it you never stand in a court of law again!  must say, though, he knows how to make a trial interesting.
Athena:
(Just whose side are you on, Simon?!)
Blackquill:
Go on, then. Into the deep end with you. You really have but one choice anyway.
Judge:
Well, Ms. Cykes? I'm waiting.
Athena:
W-With regards to the witness, Geiru Toneido, the defense wishes to...
Indict her
Leads to:
"(There's no reason for me to hold back! Not if I really believe in my client!)"
Not indict her
Athena:
(Geiru definitely seems suspicious, but what if she really isn't the culprit?)
Blackquill:
Hoy. You'd better not be getting cold feet. It's all up to you and how much you believe in your client now. So put up your dukes, and fight!
Leads to:
"(There's no reason for me to hold back! Not if I really believe in my client!)"
Athena:
(There's no reason for me to hold back! Not if I really believe in my client!) The defense wishes to formally indict Geiru Toneido for the murder of Taifu Toneido!
Nahyuta:
I have tried to be merciful, but now, not even your pleas will reach the Holy Mother's ears! You will have plenty of time to regret your decision... in the pit of hell!
Athena:
Except I won't need to! The person who murdered the victim was NOT Mr. Whet. It was Geiru Toneido!
Geiru:
That bandage is... It's just from a silly slipup I made while cooking yesterday, that's all!
Athena:
What kind of "extreme cooking" were you doing to cut yourself on the forehead?!
Geiru:
Well, what can I say? That's what happened!
Athena:
You also don't have an alibi for the period before 4 PM, do you, Geiru?
Geiru:
But... But... I really didn't know anything was wrong until Shisho was found dead! If you don't believe me, then, with a twisty, twist, twiiist! And BLOOOON! There you have it, an adorable little kitty! How could you suspect a cutesy widdle balloon artist like me, hmmmm?
Athena:
Geiru, I've been meaning to say this for a while now, but... ...could it be that you don't have an eye for balloon art?!
Geiru:
D-Don't you think I know that?! You didn't have to come out and say it! I'm the daughter of a great rakugo artist! I never wanted to do stupid balloon art! I was supposed to be a rakugo storyteller, too, just like my late daddy. B-But Shisho told me to do balloon art instead... *sniffle*
Athena:
(I guess the victim thought she had no talent as a rakugo artist, either...)
Geiru:
So you're still gonna suspect a poor, lil' thing like me?
Athena:
P-Please stop trying to skirt the issue! It all comes down to the scent of perfume, and the cut on your forehead! You and the culprit in Owen's testimony share these two traits!
Geiru:
You're dead set on accusing me, aren't you?! Well, here's what I have for naughty little girls like you! With a twisty, twist, twiiist! I'ma cut ya, witch! Go ahead, make me testify all ya want! When the truth's revealed... ...it'll be yer balloon or mine that goes POP! Got it?!
Judge:
Oh, my! Is this yet another hidden personality?!
Athena:
Simon, is everybody in the Toneido School like this?
Blackquill:
H-How should I know?!
Witness Testimony-- What I Did Before the Murder --
Geiru:
Yeah, I visited the dressing room during that time to make a courtesy call after my act.
Shisho and Owen were in there, but they were both snoring up a storm.
I saw the note Shisho left, so I just left. Didn't wanna disturb 'em, ya know.
The perfume Owen smelled musta been left over from when I visited.
Athena:
So Geiru's saying she went into the dressing room, but then left right away.
Blackquill:
Hmph. Don't take her at her word.
Athena:
Come on, do you really think I would? I'm just trying to figure out how to get her to talk about what really happened.
Judge:
Now, then, Ms. Cykes. You may proceed with your cross-examination.
Cross Examination-- What I Did Before the Murder --
Geiru:
Yeah, I visited the dressing room during that time to make a courtesy call after my act.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
A courtesy call after your performance, huh... Come to think of it, Uendo mentioned making the same kind of visit.
Geiru:
Yeah, a visit to yer master before and after yer routine... That's just common courtesy with us rakugo artists and entertainers.
Athena:
So that means you paid the victim a courtesy call before your performance, too, right? What did you see at that time?
Geiru:
He was having a drink and getting himself into a festive mood! He liked to say that drinking gave him a silver tongue.
Athena:
So he was already drinking by then.
Geiru:
Uendo wasn't there in the dressing room yet at that time. He musta gone in there during my act, 'cause when I went back...
Geiru:
Shisho and Owen were in there, but they were both snoring up a storm.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Could you describe how they appeared?
Geiru:
They were both stretched out on the floor, snoozin' away.
Athena:
(So sitting the victim up and over the table must've been the culprit's doing. After all, who wouldn't stretch out on the floor if they could to take a nap? Plus, that matches up with what Owen said in his testimony.) But if he was asleep, how could you tell it was Owen?
Athena:
How did you know it wasn't Uendo?
Geiru:
I've known the guy for ages! One look at his face, and I know which one I'm dealing with.
Athena:
I-I see...
Geiru:
I saw the note Shisho left, so I just left. Didn't wanna disturb 'em, ya know.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Where did you find your master's note?
Geiru:
I dunno. Can't remember. 
Athena:
Did you notice anything else unusual or out of place in the room?
Geiru:
Well, there was the saké and a half-eaten manju on the table. But I didn't see anything else out of place or whatever in the room, though.
Blackquill:
Oh, is that a fact?
Geiru:
O-Of course it is! Whaddaya think?!
Blackquill:
And you didn't change anything around while you were in there?
Geiru:
I didn't do anything! Look, I'm tellin' ya! I didn't see anything funny near Shisho, and I didn't touch anything in the room.
Blackquill:
Your Baldness, I request that that statement be added to Geiru's testimony.
Athena:
Simon! What's a statement like that going to do for us?!
Blackquill:
Just play along and you'll see soon enough.
Athena:
Ugh...
Judge:
Hmm... I have no problem with adding that to the testimony, but how about you, Ms. Cykes?
Athena:
I-I have no problem with it either, Your Honor. (What is Simon thinking?)
Add statement:
"I didn't see anything funny near Shisho, and I didn't touch anything in the room."
Geiru:
The perfume Owen smelled musta been left over from when I visited.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So you admit that the scent Owen smelled when he witnessed the crime... ...was from your perfume?
Geiru:
Yeah, sure. Why not? All it proves is I was in the dressing room anyway. It don't do a thing to prove I killed Shisho!
Athena:
Th-That may be true, but...!
Geiru:
Bucky's the one who bumped off Shisho!
Geiru:
I didn't see anything funny near Shisho, and I didn't touch anything in the room.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So I just want to confirm: You didn't see anything at all unusual or out of place anywhere around the victim?
Geiru:
I already told ya! Nothin'!
Athena:
And you didn't touch anything at all in the dressing room?
Geiru:
How many times I gotta say it?! No, I didn't touch anything!
Athena:
(Wait... But then, is she saying she didn't see... ...what Uendo immediately saw when he checked the victim's body? Does that mean it wasn't there yet at that time?)
Geiru:
Oh, hold on! I guess there was something...
Athena:
What is it?
Geiru:
The soba-making equipment was already there in the room. That means Bucky must've been there in the dressing room before me, doin' something!
Athena:
Arngh... Thanks for the non-help...
Present Crime Scene Report
Athena:
Leads to:
"Geiru, you said that you didn't notice anything odd or unusual near your master."
Before pressing third statement
Athena:
So Geiru is insisting that she visited the dressing room... ...before Master Toneido was killed.
Blackquill:
So it would seem. But if you keep on her, she may slip up under pressure.
Athena:
Sounds like a plan!
After pressing third statement
Athena:
Well, a new statement has been added... ...but she's still sticking to her guns.
Blackquill:
She said she didn't see anything unusual in the dressing room. But that strikes me as a little strange on its own.
Athena:
Really? Why?
Blackquill:
If Master Toneido really is the one who left that, you'd think Geiru would have noticed it. And if Master Toneido wasn't the one who left it, then we must ask, who did? You know what I'm getting at, don't you, Athena?
Athena:
I-I think so...! (I really appreciate Simon's help, but I've got to come up with the answer myself this time!)
Athena:
Geiru, you said that you didn't notice anything odd or unusual near your master. You also said you didn't touch anything in the dressing room.
Geiru:
That's right! What about it?!
Athena:
Then, I wonder who left that "dying message" with the karuta cards?
Geiru:
What're ya going on about?! It hadta been that Bucky!
Athena:
Sorry, but that's not possible. Because only three people knew of Uendo's personalities: Uendo, your master, and you!
Blackquill:
If Bucky had left that karuta message... ...he wouldn't have spelled out "Owen." He would've spelled out "Uendo."
Athena:
What it boils down to is this: As a member of the Toneido School, you, Geiru Toneido... ...are the only one who could've left that "dying message"! And as the person who left that message... ...it's clear that you are Master Toneido's killer!
Geiru:
Grrrrragh! Will ya EVER quit yer yappin'?!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
You are like wretches clinging to the spider thread of salvation. Allow me... to cut that holy thread from the heavens, and bring you back down to Earth.
Athena:
Would you quit butting in whenever things start to go my way!
Nahyuta:
Silence, child. Playtime is over.
Athena:
Wh-What did you just say?!
Nahyuta:
As the witness stated, she went into the dressing room and soon came back out again. But the victim's note was not the only reason she left with such haste. There was another reason that compelled Geiru to leave at once. Geiru, would you please relate said reason to the court?
Athena:
There was a reason why Geiru had to leave the dressing room...?
Geiru:
Well, I didn't wanna show ya this, but I guess I got no choice. Keep yer eyes peeled! 'Cause here it comes!	
Athena:
Your hand is all swollen and red...! What happened, Geiru?
Geiru:
If ya must know... I'm allergic to buckwheat!
Athena:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Nahyuta:
Allergic reactions to buckwheat can vary, though they're usually on the severe side. With Taifu Toneido making soba noodles in his dressing room... ...Geiru is lucky to still be alive, considering all the soba flour that was swirling in the air.
Geiru:
Good thing I left pretty quick! I managed to escape with just a mild reaction. But I touched Shisho as he was being carried away, and look what it did to my poor hands! There musta been soba broth on his clothes or something. If I'd inhaled any of that soba flour, I'da had a seizure, and it'd been "Good night, Geiru!" I never coulda stayed in that dressing room for very long!
Judge:
A person allergic to buckwheat couldn't be in a room with soba flour in the air... ...and certainly couldn't use soba dough as a murder weapon, either.
Athena:
Th-This isn't good...
Blackquill:
You knew it would come to this, didn't you?! That's why you never mentioned her allergy!
Nahyuta:
Hmph. As if I would do anything so underhanded. I was simply trying to protect the privacy of this witness.
Geiru:
I'm sick of all these accusations! Why don't I just testify and get it all out in the open, yeah?
Witness Testimony-- Geiru's Buckwheat Allergy --
Geiru:
If I come into the slightest contact with buckwheat, I get an allergic reaction.
And with that much soba flour in the air, that room coulda literally killed me!
Look at my hand! Just touchin' Shisho's body caused this much damage.
There musta been soba broth on his clothes.
So I never coulda committed that murder in the dressing room!
Athena:
I still can't believe it. Nobody told me she had a soba allergy... Did you know, Simon?
Blackquill:
Hmph. Does it look like I knew? "Protect the privacy of the witness," my foot! What a dirty trick!
Athena:
N-Now what do we do...?
Blackquill:
There's only one thing TO do. Put Prosecutor Sad Monk to shame with your cross-examination!
Athena:
Right! No matter how small, I'll find us an opening, and break her testimony down!
Cross Examination-- Geiru's Buckwheat Allergy --
Geiru:
If I come into the slightest contact with buckwheat, I get an allergic reaction.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Y-You're not lying about this soba allergy of yours, right?
Geiru:
Of course not! I swear on the grave of my father up in heaven! I can even get ya a doctor's certificate, if ya want.
Athena:
(She...seems to be telling the truth...)
Geiru:
I've had this allergy for as long as I can remember... But I never dreamt in a million years it'd clear me of murder!
Judge:
And you'll come out of this smelling like a delicate buckwheat flower to boot!
Geiru:
Well said, Your Honor!
Geiru:
And with that much soba flour in the air, that room coulda literally killed me!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
I'll give you that there was quite a bit of flour scattered about in that dressing room. But you went in to pay your respects to your master regardless, right?
Geiru:
Yeah, but, like I said, I came right back out. I mean, the soba-making tools were right there! Ya better believe I was careful not ta breathe any of it in!
Athena:
But you still could've committed this crime if you'd held your breath while doing it!
Geiru:
Don't be ridiculous! I woulda suffocated to death before Shisho did!
Athena:
Y-Yeah, I guess you're right...
Geiru:
Geez. Get a grip, will ya?!
Geiru:
Look at my hand! Just touchin' Shisho's body caused this much damage.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
Maybe there's a twist here -- like you're actually allergic to dogs, and not soba?
Geiru:
You kidding?! Bring my lil' Jugemu in here! I'll hug n' squeeze 'im like there's no tomorrow! I'm telling ya! I have a genuine, honest-ta-goodness soba allergy!
Nahyuta:
Defense, the witness clearly has an authentic allergy to buckwheat. Any further deliberation on the matter would be meaningless! Pointless! Worthless!
Geiru:
You heard the man, lawyer girl!
Athena:
All. Right. Fine! I was just starting to think the same thing myself! (Doesn't mean I have to like it, though...!)
Geiru:
I probably got this allergic reaction on my hand here 'cause I touched Shisho.
Geiru:
There musta been soba broth on his clothes.
Press
Athena:
Athena:
I have a question about that, actually. If you're allergic to soba, does that mean you're allergic to the noodle broth, too?
Geiru:
Well, the buckwheat from the noodles can dissolve into the broth, so, duh. Touchin' soba broth can be just as deadly for me. Don't ya know anythin'?! What an amateur!
Athena:
I-I'm sorry... (Do I look like a doctor to you?!)
Geiru:
Look. Anything that has soba in it, or anything that has touched soba, is like poison to me!
Geiru:
So I never coulda committed that murder in the dressing room!
Press
Athena:
Athena:
So, I just want to cover all of my bases, but... ...could the murder have possibly occurred somewhere OTHER than the dressing room...?
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
That is out of the question. By even asking, you show your complete disregard for all we have discussed until now.
Judge:
Yes, I have to agree. The defense can't go around suggesting new premises without basis.
Geiru:
Unfortunately for you... ...Shisho didn't take a single step from his dressing room around the time of the murder.
Athena:
W-Well, that IS unfortunate... for everyone.
Athena:
I-I don't see any particular inconsistencies in her testimony. And she seems to be telling the truth about her buckwheat allergy.
Blackquill:
Hmph. What is your point?
Athena:
My point is, I can't find a single foothold!
Blackquill:
Well, if you can't find one, make one!
Athena:
Y-You want me to just make up some baseless accusation?!
Blackquill:
When will you stop behaving like such an amateur? If you don't do something fast, the trial will end here.
Athena:
I know, I know...! (I can't let that happen! I-I have to do something -- anything!)
Pressing all statements leads to:
Nahyuta:
Geiru could not have possibly committed this crime in a room where soba was being made. Finally, the time has come for the last rites of the victim to begin.
Athena:
Nrrgh...!
Blackquill:
Hmph!
Athena:
(Wh What would Mr. Wright do at a time like this?) Auf geht's! There's only one thing TO do!
Blackquill:
What are you smiling about? Has the pressure overwhelmed you?
Athena:
Nope! It's just, the worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles!
Nahyuta:
I see. You have no rebuttal, and so the only thing left to you is to smile.
Athena:
Ohhhhhh, ho ho ho ho ho! That's where you're wrong! I DO have a rebuttal! (Turn your thinking around, Athena! Don't try to figure out how Geiru, who is allergic to soba, could commit the crime. Figure out how Geiru could be in that room and not have an allergic reaction instead!)
Bucky:
Lemme resht? Hah! Mehbee if I were a lump o' regular flour dough fer udon noodles! But I'm fresh, like my soba! 'N y'don't let soba dough resht... 'S all about the "three freshes"! Grind da buckwheat seeds fresh, cut da dough fresh, and boil da noodles fre-- *urp*
Blackquill:
H-He's blacked out!
Nahyuta:
It appears to have been written by the victim. Allow me to read it. "Resting. Do not disturb."
Uendo:
Yes! That's the note I saw! After reading that, who wouldn't think Shisho was napping?!
Geiru:
If ya must know... I'm allergic to buckwheat!
Athena:
...Mon dieu! (What if... that certain piece of evidence doesn't mean what we think it means? If that's the case, I might be able to prove that Geiru could have committed this crime!)
Nahyuta:
No matter how hard you search your mind, you cannot overturn facts.
Judge:
Well, Ms. Cykes? If you have no further objections, I'll hand down my ruling...
Athena:
True, I can't overturn facts, but what if we got our "facts" about a piece of evidence wrong?
Nahyuta:
"Got our facts wrong"? What are you talking about now?
Judge:
And which piece of evidence do you mean, Ms. Cykes? Please point it out to this court!
Athena:
This evidence proves that Geiru could've killed her master, even with her soba allergy!
Present Taifu's Note
Athena:
Leads to:
"It's Master Toneido's note!"
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
I believe Geiru used THIS to avoid triggering an allergic reaction!
Nahyuta:
*sigh* It is time to let it go, and move on, defense.
Athena:
Huh?
Nahyuta:
How could that possibly be used to avoid triggering an allergic reaction? There are cases in which people have died from inhaling even a tiny amount of soba flour!
Judge:
How very scholarly of you, Prosecutor. I see you've studied up on allergies as well.
Blackquill:
Hmph. It's not "How did she avoid an allergic reaction?" It's, "Why didn't she have an allergic reaction in the first place?" That's your puzzle to solve.
Athena:
Why she didn't have an allergic reaction in the first place... Right! Thanks, Simon!
Leads back to:
"This evidence proves that Geiru could've killed her master, even with her soba allergy!"
Athena:
It's Master Toneido's note!
Judge:
Th-The note?
Nahyuta:
Preposterous! What possible connection could there be between the witness's allergy and that note?
Athena:
The answer lies in the true meaning of this note.
Judge:
Its true meaning?
Athena:
This note does not mean "I am resting. Do not disturb," as we had assumed. But rather, it actually means "This dough is resting. Do not disturb it"!
Blackquill:
Wait a minute, Athena. That doesn't make any sense.
Athena:
You're right. It doesn't. After all, as Bucky told us many a time: "You don't let soba dough rest"!
Geiru:
Wh-What's all this jibber-jabber got to do with anything?!
Athena:
(This is it! The home stretch!) This note and Mr. Whet's words have led me to the conclusion that Master Toneido was...
Not making anything
Athena:
Master Toneido wasn't making anything, of course!
Nahyuta:
Let it go, and move on, defense. Even if the victim had not been making soba, Geiru still could not have entered the room. The reason being, that the room was covered in buckwheat flour.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems it's the defense that isn't making anything, let alone progress!
Athena:
(Arngh... Could Geiru really not set foot inside that room...?)
Leads back to:
"This note and Mr. Whet's words have led me to the conclusion that Master Toneido was..."
Making soba noodles
Athena:
Master Toneido was making soba, of course!
Nahyuta:
Yes? And what of it?
Athena:
So, of course, Geiru would have had an allergic reaction, and... Huh? Wait a minute...
Geiru:
Yeah. So?
Judge:
So, of course, the defense gets a penalty.
Athena:
(Maybe I should try thinking outside the soba bowl, as it were...)
Leads back to:
"This note and Mr. Whet's words have led me to the conclusion that Master Toneido was..."
Making udon noodles
Leads to:
"The victim, Taifu Toneido, was not making buckwheat noodles."
Athena:
The victim, Taifu Toneido, was not making buckwheat noodles. He was making ordinary udon noodles instead!
Nahyuta:
Pohlkunkaaa!
Athena:
That layer of flour in the dressing room wasn't soba flour, but plain old wheat flour for udon! So, actually, it was totally possible for Geiru to be in that room and kill her master!
Geiru:
Nnngang ngang ngaaaaang!
Judge:
What! But if that's true, it changes everything!
Athena:
Your Honor, the defense requests that the flour in the room be tested immediately!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
But soba noodles were found in the bowl, and Geiru did have a reaction on her hand! How do you explain those things?!
Athena:
Um! Well...
Nahyuta:
Even were it udon flour instead of soba, you still cannot prove Geiru committed the crime!
Athena:
B-But...
Blackquill:
Don't lose your nerve now! Keep charging forward or you'll feel my blade at your back.
Athena:
E-Enough with the threats already! I got it! (Talk about pressure! All right, Athena. Take a deep breath and go over everything again!)
Athena:
I'm going to revisualize the case from start to finish! I have to find conclusive evidence that Geiru committed this murder! What was Master Toneido making in his dressing room?
Soba
Athena:
No. It couldn't have been soba. If it was... ...Geiru couldn't have gone into the room! I have to remember more carefully!
Leads back to:
"What was Master Toneido making in his dressing room?"
Udon
Leads to:
Master Toneido was making udon
Ramen
Athena:
Ramen?! Where the heck did that come from?! Nobody has said a single word about ramen today! I have to remember more carefully!
Leads back to:
"What was Master Toneido making in his dressing room?"
Master Toneido was making udon
Athena:
By my logic, Master Toneido must've been making udon noodles in his dressing room. But something at the crime scene indicates otherwise. What was found in the bowl on the table?
Soba
Leads to:
There was soba in the bowl
Udon
Athena:
No, that's not right! It if had been udon, it wouldn't conflict with what was actually found at the crime scene. No, there weren't any udon noodles at the scene. In that case...
Leads back to:
"What was found in the bowl on the table?"
Ramen
Athena:
Huh? Of course there wasn't any ramen at the scene! Athena! I forbid you to think of ramen ever again during this trial! 
Leads back to:
"What was found in the bowl on the table?"
There was soba in the bowl
Athena:
Even though the master wasn't making soba, soba noodles were found at the scene. So that means the noodles had to have come from somewhere. Wait a minute. One mysterious serving of soba noodles...? Hmm... That sounds familiar... Where did the soba in the bowl on the table come from?
Geiru made it
Athena:
No, no, no. Geiru is allergic to buckwheat. Just touching it made her hand swell and turn red. She couldn't have made soba noodles. So, in that case...
Leads back to:
"Where did the soba in the bowl on the table come from?"
A catering service
Athena:
If a catering service brought it... Wait a minute! If it was a catering service, then somebody must've delivered it! And nobody testified about any delivery person! So that means...
Leads back to:
"Where did the soba in the bowl on the table come from?"
The master's soba stock
Leads to:
The soba was from the master's soba stock
The soba was from the master's soba stock
Athena:
The soba noodles found at the scene were from the master's stock of uncooked noodles! But then, why would the culprit go out of her way to cook that soba and put it in the bowl? Why did the culprit cook the soba noodles and put them in the bowl?
She likes soba
Athena:
Geiru likes soba? What am I talking about? She's allergic to buckwheat! Even if she likes it, she couldn't eat it anyway!
Leads back to:
"Why did the culprit cook the soba noodles and put them in the bowl?"
To hide the udon dough
Leads to:
The culprit wanted to hide the udon dough
The culprit wanted to hide the udon dough
Athena:
Soba was found at the scene... ...so that means the culprit must've taken the udon with her to hide it. But why did the culprit take the udon away and hide it? It must've been because she...
Killed him with the udon dough
Leads to:
THE MURDER WEAPON WAS UDON DOUGH
Has a grudge against udon
Athena:
She has a grudge against udon? That's ridiculous! And, anyway, a person who hated udon certainly wouldn't take it with them! But really, who's ever heard of holding a grudge against an inanimate object?!
Leads back to:
"But why did the culprit take the udon away and hide it? It must've been because she..."
Killed him with the soba dough
Athena:
No, that's not it. Geiru is allergic to soba. She couldn't even handle soba dough, let alone kill somebody with it! Whew! Poor soba dough! I almost falsely accused it of killing someone!
Leads back to:
"But why did the culprit take the udon away and hide it? It must've been because she..."
THE MURDER WEAPON WAS UDON DOUGH
Athena:
That's it! The udon dough was the real weapon used to kill Taifu Toneido! And the reason why no weapon was found is because Geiru got rid of the dough somehow!
Athena:
The real murder weapon was the udon dough the victim made! If we can find this dough, that'll prove my theory correct! And undeniably prove Geiru's guilt!
Nahyuta:
Nahyuta:
Even if we could find this dough, what makes you think that it would prove she is the one?
Athena:
Please recall Owen's eyewitness testimony, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. If the injury on Geiru's forehead was caused by the victim's knife... ...then Geiru's blood must've dripped down onto the dough used as the murder weapon! That would make the dough pretty conclusive evidence, wouldn't you agree?!
Nahyuta:
Ahh, but where IS this "conclusive evidence"? Let us hear your theory on where this "murder weapon" is!
Athena:
W-Well, it's... (If I can't find the answer in the evidence I have on hand, we'll lose this trial! So how did Geiru get rid of the udon dough? Think, Athena! What do I have that points to suspicious behavior on Geiru's part?)
Judge:
Now, then, Ms. Cykes. Let's hear your answer. Where is the "real murder weapon" hidden?
Blackquill:
Nice barking you did there. I assume you have the bite to back it up?
Athena:
Stop distracting me! Especially not right now! This piece of evidence can point us to the location of the hidden murder weapon!
Present Simon's Statement
Athena:
Leads to:
"Geiru!"
Present anything else
Athena:
Athena:
This piece of evidence can point us to where the udon dough is hidden!
Nahyuta:
............What do you think, Geiru? This piece of evidence does not seem to point us toward anything in my eye.
Geiru:
Ya reckon?!
Athena:
But it's not a given, right?
Judge:
Oh, I recall learning a phrase for this once! "Reckgiven!" And with this here defense, "ya reckon, that's a given" that this don't point us to nothin'.
Athena:
(Um, please stop slaughtering the English language, Your Honor...)
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence can point us to the location of the hidden murder weapon!"
Athena:
Geiru!
Geiru:
Huuuh? What is it? I'm just an innocent girl. I don't know aaanything about a muuuuurder!
Athena:
Stuff that cute act in your balloon hat!
Geiru:
Kuh!
Athena:
Geiru got rid of the dough she used to kill Master Toneido in a bold and daring way. She did it right in front of Prosecutor Blackquill's nose by feeding it to her dog!
Geiru:
N-No! I-I...!
Blackquill:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Of course! Now it all makes sense. I was puzzled as to why Geiru, who should know her own dog's eating habits... ...would feed Jugemu more than he could possibly finish!
Athena:
Your Honor! Please order an investigation of the yard right now!
Judge:
And what should the police at the theater be looking for, exactly?
Athena:
Jugemu must've buried his leftover dumplings somewhere around his doghouse. Dumplings that Geiru made out of the udon dough with her blood in it!
Geiru:
Graaagh! Ngaaagh!
Nahyuta:
Th-This is preposterous!
Athena:
I want to thank you, Simon. If you hadn't kept me going, I might've given up along the way.
Blackquill:
Hmph. What are you blathering on about? You still have work to do! Now, by your hand... finish this wretched case off, Athena!
Athena:
You got it! Geiru, do you remember what you said would happen when the truth is finally revealed?
Geiru:
When the truth's revealed... ...it'll be yer balloon or mine that goes POP! Got it?!
Athena:
Well, now the truth is out, and it looks to me like... ...it's YOUR balloon that goes POP!
Geiru:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Nahyuta:
Pohlkunkaaaaa!
Geiru:
I... I...  I'm... a rakugo artist... I was the one... who was supposed to... inherit that name...! But then... ...then... Shisho... Why are my balloons burstin'...? Daddy... are ya mad at me...? I... I've been a bad girl... I... I...  AAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Geiru:
*sniffle* Ooooh...
Athena:
Are you ready to tell us everything now, Geiru?
Geiru:
The whole reason... I entered the world of rakugo in the first place... ...was to follow in my father's wonderful footsteps, and inherit his stage name.
Athena:
His stage name...? You don't mean...
Blackquill:
"Uendo Toneido"...
Geiru:
I knew I wasn't very good at storytelling, but I thought that... ...if I did the stupid balloon thing like Shisho wanted, I'd inherit the name someday. But Master Toneido gave the name to his junior disciple... Yeah... That's why I took my revenge on Shisho during the show celebrating the name succession.
Athena:
So that... was your entire motive...?
Geiru:
I doubt anybody else could understand, but... ...inheriting my father's name was everything to me. It was my whole reason for living.
Blackquill:
Of all the days you could have taken your revenge... ...why did you choose the day of the show?
Geiru:
Because I wanted to pay Uendo back for stealing what was rightfully mine... I wanted to pin the blame on him at the show where all the Toneido fans were gathered...
Athena:
But then, Uendo tried to shift the blame onto Bucky Whet... And now we know the whole story...
Blackquill:
There's just one more thing I want to know. Did you know Master Toneido was making udon in his dressing room yesterday?
Geiru:
No, I didn't. When I saw the soba-making tools, I was worried about my allergy... But it was my only chance to get my revenge on the two of 'em, so I went ahead and did it.
Blackquill:
So it was a premeditated crime, but in the end, you only went through with it on impulse. Then, the allergic reaction on your hand... Is it from touching the soba in the refrigerator with your bare hands... ...when you were tampering with the crime scene after your master's death?
Geiru:
Yeah... By that time, I wasn't clearheaded enough to worry about my allergy.
Blackquill:
Geiru... How could you do all this, you idiot...
Athena:
Geiru... ...I get your desire to inherit your father's name. But what you really should've inherited from him wasn't his name... ...but his heart.
Geiru:
H-His... heart...
Judge:
Do you have anything to add, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? Any objections?
Nahyuta:
...No, Your Honor.  ............Ms. Athena Cykes.
Athena:
Y-Yes? (That's the first time he's used my name!)
Nahyuta:
I shall... be sure to remember your name.
Athena:
............Really?
Blackquill:
It seems he finally recognizes you as a proper adversary.
Athena:
Thanks! That's all I ask, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi!
Judge:
It looks like there are no further objections. Bailiff, please bring in the defendant.
Judge:
Ah, good. It seems you have made a full recovery. Now then, this court finds the defendant, Bucky Whet...
Not Guilty
Judge:
This court is adjourned!
May 13, 11:55 AMDistrict Court - Defendant Lobby No. 6
Athena:
Congratulations, Bucky! I'm so glad you were found innocent!
Bucky:
Thanks for everything, Miz Chickadee!
Athena:
But it still sucks that you were accused of a crime you didn't commit! Did Uendo have it out for you or something?
Bucky:
I don't think so...
Blackquill:
Uendo said it was a spur-of-the-moment idea he got when he saw the soba-themed cards.
Athena:
Simon! Where have you been?
Blackquill:
I stopped in at Uendo's questioning. Only you, Bucky... could get framed for a crime on a whim.
Bucky:
No way... I almost got convicted out of convenience...?
Athena:
Well, at least you've been completely cleared of all charges, so... buck up, Bucky! On a more important note, what I really want to know is... ...why didn't Master Toneido let Geiru inherit her father's name?
Bucky:
Wh-Whattaya mean, "on a more important note," Miz Chickadee?!
Athena:
Aww, don't be such a "Whet" blanket -- just go with the flow! Now, come on! You think the master was trying to encourage her to quit the entertainment business?
Bucky:
Naw, that's not it. He didn't give the name to her because he wanted Geiru to find her own calling in life... ...to perform whatever she wanted without being bound by her father's name or rakugo. Making udon was his way of showing his support for her in her new endeavor.
Athena:
So that's why he called you to the theater, huh? To teach him how to make udon?
Blackquill:
Hmph. A more roundabout way, I've never seen, but that's Master Toneido for you.
Athena:
So this entire incident happened because of a misunderstanding? How sad...
Blackquill:
By the way, Geiru wasn't the only person Master Toneido was trying to cheer on. Even though the person in question still seems unaware of the master's intentions.
Bucky:
What? You talking about me? Come on, no way! All that old man ever did was criticize my soba!
Athena:
That's not true, Bucky... (There must be a way to make Bucky see just how much Master Toneido cared about him.)
Present Whet Soba Deed
Athena:
Athena:
Take a good look, Bucky. Whose name is on there as the holder of this title deed?
Leads to:
"I-It's still in my name..."
Present anything else
Athena:
Bucky:
Umm... is that supposed to mean something to me, Miz Chickadee?
Athena:
(Huh? I thought this would do the trick, but I guess not...)
Bucky:
I knew it -- that old man never expected much outta me...
Blackquill:
Hmph. You're so dense, the both of you. Bucky, take a good look at this deed, and at the holder's name, in particular.
Leads to:
"I-It's still in my name..."
Bucky:
I-It's still in my name...
Blackquill:
Master Toneido was just up to one of his tricks when he said he "stole" the shop from you. He was trying to force you to grow into a truly capable owner in your father's stead.
Athena:
He probably used some tough love on you so that the shop wouldn't just go belly up.
Bucky:
...I-I see... I-I never knew... Oh, Master Toneido... I'm so sorry...! *sniffle*
Blackquill:
Keep working hard, Bucky, and pay him back by living up to his expectations.
Bucky:
Thanks, Simey! And you too, Miz Chickadee! One day, my soba's gonna be so good, it'll knock that old man's socks clean off! After all, I'm the fourth-generation owner of Whet Soba, Whet Noodle No. 4! Well, I'd better be getting back to my shop. I gotta get ready for the lunch rush! 
Athena:
Hold on! Could I place an order for delivery, Bucky?
Bucky:
Yes, Miz Chickadee?
Athena:
Could you deliver a bowl of udon to Geiru -- on behalf of her master?
Bucky:
...You got it! I'll make sure it's got all the TLC Master Toneido would've packed in it, too!
Athena:
Thank you!
Bucky:
Well, see you! Be sure to drop by the shop sometime!
Athena:
I will! And I'll bring the whole agency with me!
Blackquill:
Do us all proud, Bucky.
Bucky:
I'll have the best soba in town waiting for ya when you come! Peace out!
Athena:
Ahhh... It's nice to see somebody giving it their all, isn't it? I wonder if I leveled up any thanks to this case.
Blackquill:
Don't kid yourself. The trial would've been a spectacle and a half had I not been by your side.
Athena:
Y-You don't know that!
Blackquill:
Hmph. For a lawyer who's versed in psychology, you're too full of weak points. You need to learn to analyze yourself more objectively.
Athena:
Or, you could just teach me your famous mind tricks, Simon!
Blackquill:
No.
Athena:
Way to shut someone down! And why not?!
Blackquill:
Because the more pesky lawyers there are, the harder my job becomes. So it's in my best interest for you to remain green forever!
Athena:
Hey! What about what's in MY best interest, huh?! Besides, weren't YOU the one who had the wool pulled over your eyes by Uendo?!
Blackquill:
Must you remind me?! How could I have known Uendo would do "Time Soba"?!
Athena:
Hey, speaking of "Time Soba," I just thought of something funny!
Blackquill:
Oh, goodie. I can't wait.
Athena:
Okay, here it is. In "Time Soba"... ...why didn't mon number nine get counted? Come on. Do you know, Simon?
Blackquill:
Hmph. How should I know?
Athena:
Because... seven ate nine! Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all week!
Widget:
ROTFL!
Blackquill:
Hmph! THAT, I should've known. Come on, let's go get soba or something and go home.
Athena:
Your treat?
Blackquill:
I'll treat you to 50% of the tab! And don't forget -- you still owe me for that manju!
Athena:
Really, Simon? It wouldn't hurt for you to pay for me every once in a while, you know!
Blackquill:
Hmph. Quit squawking and start walking, Athena!
Athena:
H-Hey! Wait for meeeeee!
Athena:
(I may still have a ways to go as a lawyer... ...but just like Mr. Wright, Apollo, and Simon before me... ...I'm going to get there someday! After all, I've inherited their passion for our courts, and the law! Je peux le faire! I can do this!)
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with or without Simon Blackquill as co-counsel)
Athena:
Athena:
The witness's statement is absolute nonsense, Your Honor! And this evidence proves it!
Widget:
Wild guess incoming!
Athena:
W-Widget! Shush! You're not supposed to tell!
Judge:
Hmm... That strange device says what you're really thinking, doesn't it, Ms. Cykes? In other words, the only real "nonsense" here is your wild guess, isn't it!
Athena:
Yeowch! (Et tu, Widget?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Simon Blackquill as co-counsel)
Athena:
Athena:
our Honor, the witness's statement contradicts with this piece of evidence!
Nahyuta:
Oh? Well, let us ask that panda over there what he thinks. Is there really a contradiction here, O noble panda?
Blackquill:
Gnrgh... No... there is no contradiction...
Judge:
And there you have it: if Mister Panda says there is none, then it must be true.
Blackquill:
............
Athena:
(Yikes! D-Down boy... Nice panda...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony (with Simon Blackquill as co-counsel)
Athena:
Athena:
Knock, knock! "Who's there?" This evidence and that statement... "This evidence and that statement, who?" They contradict each other, that's who!
Blackquill:
Hmph. That's not even the proper call and response for a knock-knock joke.
Nahyuta:
And what's more, her claim does not even make any logical sense.
Judge:
Your performance merits neither applause, nor leniency, defense.
Athena:
(Everyone's a critic...)
Widget:
Cut me some slack!
Consult (during cross-examination segment "What Simon Saw")
Athena:
(I don't see any inconsistencies in his testimony... I guess my only option here is to press him for more information.)
Consult (during cross-examination segment "Before The Murder Was Discovered", when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
(Hmm... I don't see any contradictions in her testimony at the moment. I think I'd better press her some more and try to draw more information out of her.)
Consult (during cross-examination segment "Before The Murder Was Discovered", when evidence must be presented)
Athena:
(This statement seems a bit fishy to me. I mean, did Geiru really have her eyes on the dressing room the whole time?)
Judge:
Ms. Cykes!
Athena:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
If you're not careful, your scrunched-up face might freeze that way.
Athena:
I-I see... Thanks for the concern, Your Honor. (This from a man with a scowl on his face... In any case, I think I'd better take another good look through the evidence.)
Consult (during all subsequent cross-examination segments, when statements must be pressed)
Athena:
So, uh... do YOU notice anything about the testimony, Simon?
Blackquill:
......Surely you jest. Are you trying to trick me into helping you?
Athena:
Well, at least I'M not the one trying to hide the fact that I don't have any ideas!
Blackquill:
............
Athena:
(Rats. The one time I didn't need to be right. Well, if even Simon doesn't see anything, then I guess there are no contradictions. There's only one thing to do at a time like this: press until we get some new testimony!)
Consult (during all subsequent cross-examination segments, when evidence must be presented)
Blackquill:
What's the matter, Athena? Have you been bested by Prosecutor Sad Monk already?
Athena:
Of course not! (I just don't have any idea what to do...)
Blackquill:
Hmph. Your expression tells me you have no idea what to do. Then, here's my advice: Why don't you try focusing on this statement here? Though what it contradicts with, well... I'll leave that to you to puzzle out.
Athena:
(Why can't he stop with the mind games and just tell me which piece to present already? Anyway, I'd better try comparing the evidence with the statement he showed me.)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "In the Dressing Room")
Athena:
Athena:
Uendo, something here just doesn't match!
Uendo:
Match, match... Ahhh, I see. "MATCH," as in... Manage to Assert a Thoughtful, Calculated Hypothesis. In other words, YOU are the something here that didn't "MATCH," correct?
Blackquill:
Hmph. It appears you've met your match.
Athena:
No worries! That was just one match. There's still the rest of the game to go!
Probe wrong area (during Mood Matrix segment "In the Dressing Room")
Athena:
Athena:
This seems to be the cause of your shock, sadness, and anger Uendo.
Uendo:
I can express many emotions, such as surprise, sadness, and anger upon my cushions. To me, these expressions are simply an act. If I lost control over such things, I wouldn't be very effective on stage, now would I?
Athena:
(Uh-oh. Looks like I got it wrong.)
Blackquill:
Keep it simple, Athena. Thinking too hard will only drive you mad as well.
Athena:
(Hmm... Maybe Uendo saw something to make him feel this way...?)
Probe wrong area (during Mood Matrix segment "I Saw It")
Athena:
Athena:
Owen, is THIS why you felt so sad?!
Owen:
*s-sniffle* Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Blackquill:
Can't you be a bit gentler on him? He's just a five-year-old. Come on, little one. Is this what made you so sad?
Owen:
Ooooooh... Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Athena:
Like you could do any better, Simon!
Blackquill:
......Blame your shoddy answer, not me!
Athena:
Eeeeek! Okay, okay! I'll get it right next time!
Presenting wrong evidence during the Mood Matrix
Athena:
Athena:
What do you think, Owen? Does this piece of evidence go against this statement of yours?
Owen:
Um... no. Not at all, lady.
Athena:
"L-Lady"?! B-But you're technically older than me...! Look, Owen, don't call me "lady," okay?
Owen:
Oh, no! Now the lady is mad at me! Waaaaah!
Judge:
Ms. Cykes! Please don't make the witness cry!
Blackquill:
Ha ha ha!
Athena:
(Hmph. It's not THAT funny...)
Pinpoint wrong emotion (during Mood Matrix segment "I Saw It")
Athena:
Owen, this emotion is inconsistent with your statement.
Owen:
"Incon..." Huh? What does that mean?
Athena:
Um, let's see... It means your feelings and what you said don't match each other.
Owen:
Y-You mean, I did something bad?
Athena:
No no, that's not what I'm...
Owen:
I-I'm sorry, really! I'll try to be a good boy from now on, honest! *sniffle*
Athena:
Oh, boy. I'm not getting anywhere here. (Hmm... Maybe I'M the one who did something wrong. I'd better rethink this.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims. This court finds the defendant, Bucky Whet...
Guilty
Turnabout Succession
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Episode 4
Turnabout Succession
...And that is the whole truth of this case. In order to understand it myself... ...I had to know the story of these last seven long years. Nothing happens by chance... All is connected. And now... ..you stand ready to begin the final chapter of this story. Will the defendant be found guilty, or innocent? The decision is yours.
October 7, 10:37 AM
Wright Anything Agency
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo! Look, on TV! Look! Look!
Apollo:
Yeah... uh, I'm kinda busy.
Trucy:
Whoa! Look at that! He's the last Gramarye, alright! Amazing!
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Apollo, you should be watching this!
Apollo:
Ow ow ow! What? What!? ...I was writing about our last case in my journal.
Trucy:
Lawyers are supposed to write things in "records", Apollo, not journals. And why now? That case was three months ago.
Apollo:
Hey, it's a long story. ...I did a lot, you know. I want to vacuum pack the feel of the moment for later. Right now I'm wowing the crowd by figuring out how Lamiroir disappeared.
Trucy:
That's right! Uncle Valant did that illusion, too! But you're missing him on TV right now!
Apollo:
*sigh*... I was just getting to the good part. (I suppose I should watch a little TV with her. After all, her father's expecting me to look after her while he's away...)
Announcer:
What you're now seeing is a rehearsal for the greatest magic show on Earth... ...happening right here at our very own Sunshine Coliseum!
Apollo:
The Sunshine Coliseum? Hey, that's where the Gavinners concert was!
Announcer:
...Only three more days until miracles happen here, right before your unbelieving eyes! The legendary Troupe Gramarye is performing for the first time in seven years!
Trucy:
That's going to be great! I'm so there! You and Daddy are coming, too!
Apollo:
(The legendary Gramaryes... ...If Trucy's real father were still alive... ...he'd be on that stage performing miracles.)
Trucy:
I've got the tickets and everything! Here's yours, Apollo.
Magic Show ticket received.
...*squeak*...
Phoenix:
Ah, you are here. Working hard or hardly working? Hey! How have you been?
Trucy:
Hi there, stranger!
Apollo:
(Not exactly the kind of greeting I'd want to hear from my own kid. Though he has been gone a long time.)
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha, how goes it, Trucy? Here, I got a present for you.
Trucy:
Yay! Pudding! I love pudding! Ooh, it's farm-fresh! And not just one pudding, but three whole cups! I'll have to pace myself.
Phoenix:
Well, I'm beat.
Trucy:
That's right, Daddy. You're on a top secret mission! You've got to take it easy with the secrets, you know.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. How right you are.
Apollo:
So, you still can't tell us what your "mission" is?
Phoenix:
...... Maybe it is time. It has something to do with you, anyway.
Apollo:
Huh? With... me?
Trucy:
Ooh! Maybe you're getting a top secret mission, too! Maybe you can be one of those guys! A spy!
Apollo:
(Can't I just be a defense attorney...?)
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha! To be honest... ...telling you about the mission was my whole reason for coming here today.
Apollo:
What...?
Phoenix:
Tell me... ...you've heard of the Jurist System, yes?
Trucy:
The Jurist System...?
Phoenix:
That's right. The new legal system everyone's talking about.
Trucy:
Have you heard of it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Huh? Uh... Maybe?
Phoenix:
...... Maybe not as many people are talking about it as I thought.
Apollo:
(The "Jurist System", huh?)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Ah, those legal books were left by my mentor. Too bad I gave up the practice before reading them.
Apollo:
There's quite a few magic books in there, too, you know.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. Those would be Trucy's. She'll remember they're there eventually, I'm sure.
Apollo:
(For a moment, I thought Mr. Wright might do magic, too... A scary thought.)
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
...The plant. It intrigues you, doesn't it?
Apollo:
Not really. It's just the only thing in here that doesn't have some secret function.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. No, no secrets. But lots of memories. And a name, too. Want to hear it?
Apollo:
Not really.
Phoenix:
His name... is Charley. If you were curious.
Apollo:
(Really, I wasn't.)
Hula hoop
Trucy:
Want to have a go at that ring, Apollo?
Apollo:
No, no, I was just touching it.
Trucy:
C'mon, there's no need to be shy! Just slip it on... There!
Apollo:
Yoooooowwwwwwwwch!
Trucy:
You're way too tense! You gotta loosen up, there.
Apollo:
The human body wasn't meant to bend like that!
Magic split box
Apollo:
I can't believe you're using this cutting-a-person-apart box as... shelf space.
Trucy:
You know, I used that trick on stage the other night. Imagine my surprise when I pulled one of my shirts out of the box!
Apollo:
...You should really examine your props before the show.
Photograph
Apollo:
That magician in the photo, is that your...?
Trucy:
My real Daddy, yup! Zak Gramarye! He disappeared when I was little. I hung that up there so I wouldn't forget what he looked like.
Apollo:
...I see. (She's smiling, but I'll bet that smile doesn't go very deep...)
Piano
Apollo:
(No one's practicing the piano, as usual. Even calling him a pianist is an insult to pianists everywhere.)
Trucy:
OK, Apollo! I'm going to guess what you're thinking right now!
Apollo:
Huh? What, was I making a funny face or something?
Trucy:
"Argh! I'm so hungry!"... I'm right, right? Of course I am.
Apollo:
There's no "of course" about it! You guessed wrong. ...Besides, that's not what I'm thinking... it's what you're thinking!
Trucy:
Ack! How did you do that!? You read my mind, Apollo!
Apollo:
At least you've got that pudding.
Trucy:
That's right!
Apollo:
...Try not to eat my share, will you?
Silk hat
Apollo:
That hat... Is that a spare? It looks exactly like the one you always wear.
Trucy:
That's the first rule of a professional: be prepared! You know, I put it on the other day... ...and this strange white substance fell all over me! It was like magic!
Apollo:
Or... like fingerprint powder.
Spaghetti
Apollo:
A plate of plastic spaghetti for displaying in a shop. ...Where the heck does she get this stuff?
Table
Trucy:
Ooh, careful there, Apollo. A lot of people run into that table, you know. Why, some client knocked the pot clean over the other day.
Apollo:
...Um, why not get a more sturdy table?
Trucy:
Hmm. Maybe the table is partially to blame...
Apollo:
...There's no "maybe" to this. That thing is a deathtrap.
Move
Phoenix:
Ahem. I wasn't finished talking to you, you know. Or rather, you weren't finished asking me questions.
Apollo:
(Why try to fight it? I can't win...)
Talk
The Jurist System
Trucy:
So, Daddy, what's this "Jurist System" thing?
Phoenix:
Well, Trucy, do you know what a "jury" is?
Trucy:
I've heard of it. Isn't that those people who sit in court in those old courtroom dramas? The ones who get to decide if a guy's innocent or guilty? Do you know, Apollo?
Apollo:
...Only from TV. It's twelve people, chosen from the community, right?
Phoenix:
Well, they're thinking about reviving that system. They're calling the new system, the "Jurist System".
Trucy:
"No more doing whatever you like, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
Not quite that harsh. The jurists cooperate with the judge. They help analyze the case from different angles.
Apollo:
Ah, and there will be only six of them under the current proposal, right?
Trucy:
Wow, you know your stuff, Apollo!
Phoenix:
Their findings directly affect the verdict. Hopefully, people will start taking the courts a little more seriously now.
Trucy:
I feel like I'm on some kind of educational TV show! Starring Dr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Dr. Wright, his assistant Trucy... ...and mascot Apollo. The perfect team!
Apollo:
(Mascot...? Hey!)
The secret mission
Apollo:
So... What is this secret mission?
Phoenix:
The Jurist System is my mission... more or less. Anyway, keep in mind that new ideas like this system are always risky, Apollo.
Trucy:
Too true... Everyone's got an opinion, and they just talk and talk and nothing gets decided. Kind of like you, Apollo.
Apollo:
Uh, I'm not that bad. Am I?
Phoenix:
In any case... ...we're going to give it a shot. A test, if you will.
Trucy:
I don't like tests.
Phoenix:
We'll take a case as a sample, and choose six jurists. I'll be the one helping with that process, incidentally.
Apollo:
Helping... how?
Phoenix:
Well, for one, I'll be chair of the Jurist System Simulated Court Committee. The chair constructs the ideal situation... choosing the case, the jurist candidates... ...even the judge and the courtroom.
Trucy:
Wow! It's like you have a real job!
Phoenix:
...I was never that good at the piano, to be honest.
Apollo:
(Once a lawyer, always a lawyer, I guess.)
Phoenix:
The trial's tomorrow, by the way. Don't miss it. The trial simulation that is.
Trucy:
A simulation, huh... Sounds interesting.
Valant Gramarye
{{{2}}}
Valant Gramarye (subsequent times)
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo, I know you're all excited about that secret mission... ...but what about this!? The "Troupe Gramarye Grand Magic Show"!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, right. The card tricks.
Trucy:
They're not "card tricks"! They're grand illusions! Miracles! The apocalypse! Heaven and Earth will shake!
Apollo:
...So what, that's three whole days from now.
Trucy:
It's at Sunshine Coliseum! Let's go! Let's go today! We can say hi to Uncle Valant!
Apollo:
Have fun.
Trucy:
Whaaaat!? I can't go by myself! You know I'm not very outgoing!
Apollo:
Riiight!
Phoenix:
Why not go with her?
Apollo:
But... what about the "secret mission"...?
Phoenix:
Oh, don't worry about that. You'll hear all about it tomorrow, regardless.
Apollo:
(I don't trust that smile. He knows something that he's not telling me.)
Trucy:
Yippee! Now you can take me to the coliseum!
Apollo:
(*sigh* I suppose it wouldn't kill me to pop over there.)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Ah, "presenting", are we? I did my fair share of that back in the day. Showed my attorney's badge a lot, too.
Trucy:
He may look cool and calm now, but you should have seen him before!
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. You know me too well, Trucy.
Apollo:
(I'm glad I provided this opportunity for a little family bonding.)
Examine evidence
Attorney's badge
Back side
Apollo:
There's a number inscribed on the back of the badge. There are many numbers like it, but this one is mine. Proof that I'm an attorney. To tell the truth, I get a happy feeling inside just looking at it.
Magic Show Ticket
Back side
Trucy:
Are you ready, Apollo!?
Apollo:
Ready? For what?
Trucy:
For what!? For the Troupe Gramarye Grand Magic Show!
Apollo:
I-It's not like I'm getting up on stage or anything...
Trucy:
...What are you talking about, Apollo!? You can't enjoy magic if you're not part of what's going on up on stage! I'll lend you my spare costume if you need one.
Apollo:
Huh? You mean, I can't go in this?
Trucy:
No.
Apollo:
(...Doesn't get more straightforward than that.)
Gramarye Envelope
Signature
Apollo:
Ah, lookey here. A handwritten signature. It says... I can't read it.
Trucy:
That seems odd to me. I mean, isn't a signature intended to show ownership? What's the use if no one can read it?
Apollo:
Isn't enough if you can read your own? <!- potential typo? -->
Trucy:
...Oh! I never thought of it that way!
After clearing "The Jurist System", "The secret mission", and "Valant Gramarye" Talk options: <!- not sure about this trigger -->
Apollo:
So... what kind of case is the trial simulation about?
Phoenix:
Well, since it is the first run through of a new system, I wanted something simple.
Trucy:
Good thinking! No sense wearing yourself out on something too serious!
Phoenix:
True. The case is a murder.
Apollo:
That's not simple at all!!
Trucy:
By "simple", did you mean that the defendant is...
Phoenix:
...Guilty. Yes. Most likely. ...So, good luck, Apollo.
Apollo:
Um... with what?
Phoenix:
With the trial tomorrow. You're defending, of course. Recall that I said it had something to do with you.
Trucy:
Go for it, Apollo! It's just a test case, anyway. No sweat!
Apollo:
Yeah, but there's still a verdict to be decided.
Phoenix:
...And a potentially serious sentence. The most serious, in a worst-case scenario.
Apollo:
Ack! You mean... the verdict's for real!? That's not a "test" trial! That's a... real trial!
Phoenix:
All the forms have been filed. There's no turning back now. The trial begins tomorrow at 10 AM. Hope you can make room in your schedule.
Apollo:
Wh-Why am I only hearing about this now!?
Phoenix:
...Ah, yes. There was a change this morning. ...I picked a new case.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
...Something that happened last night.
Talk
The trial simulation
Apollo:
Alright, so what case are you going to use?
Phoenix:
You really want to know don't you?
Apollo:
Of course I do! I mean... I'm going to be defending, aren't I?
Phoenix:
If all goes well, then yes. Of course, this is just a test. We wanted everyone to start without preconceptions. A blank slate, as it were.
Apollo:
There's a difference between having a blank slate and just being totally clueless. Who's [sic] dumb idea was that anyway?
Phoenix:
Well mine. Committee chair, remember?
Apollo:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Well, if you want to know that badly, I suppose... ...I could give you permission to examine the scene of the crime.
Apollo:
Good! That's better.
Phoenix:
...But you can't talk to anyone involved with the case.
Apollo:
What!? Then how am I supposed to defend...?
Phoenix:
You let me worry about the details, there. Remember... I'm in charge of this trial. All of it.
Apollo:
But you don't want it to backfire, do you?
Phoenix:
Apollo... ...if I am in charge of the whole trial... ...that means the entire affair is my responsibility. For good, or for bad.
Apollo:
...!
Phoenix:
Just do what you can. And don't worry. I know what I'm doing.
Apollo:
A... Alright.
After clearing "The trial simulation" Talk option:
Phoenix:
I'd recommend going down to the detention center. Your client's waiting for you. You can ask about the scene there.
Apollo:
But you just said I couldn't talk to anyone involved...
Phoenix:
...Oh, you can talk to your client. If... you can get her to talk.
Trucy:
Well, time's a wasting!
October 7
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
That's 20 minutes we've been waiting here! 20 minutes!
Trucy:
Maybe I should complain? I'm sure that guard has better things to do than stand there pretending he doesn't see us.
Apollo:
You know the minute we get angry, the client will show. It always works that way.
Trucy:
Like shouting, "Oh, waiter!" and they're standing right behind you? Oh, guaaaaard! Is our client going to be much longer?
Guard:
What are you talking about!? Haven't you already started the meeting, yet!?
Trucy:
...Huh? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
Wh-Wh-Where'd you come from!?
???:
......
Apollo:
W-W-W-Well... ...Anyway! Please have a seat!
???:
......
Trucy:
...... I'm nervous, Apollo.
Apollo:
It's the silence. It builds suspense. Why don't you do something, Trucy? You're a magician, aren't you?
Trucy:
Th-That's right. OK...
Mr. Hat:
I'm the Amazing Mr. Hat!
???:
......
...*thud*...
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeek! She passed out!
Apollo:
Hmm. Ms. Magic Underwear might have been a better bet.
Trucy:
That's "Magic Panties", Apollo!
Examine
Security camera
Apollo:
The security camera stares down from the ceiling, all-seeing, unblinking. Not that I'm nervous or anything.
Security guard
Apollo:
The same old security guard is glaring at us. ...He winked. Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all.
Talk
Introductions
Apollo:
Um. Uh. Hi! Well, I'm your defense... ...I really think it has to be fate, you know!
???:
......
Apollo:
And by fate, I mean destiny! Did you know I'm good with astrology? Tell me, what's your sign?
???:
......
Trucy:
...I can tell you mine, if you'd like, Apollo?
Apollo:
...No, never mind. I just got carried away there. (I seem destined to get difficult clients, it seems.)
Your name?
Apollo:
Um... So, what's your name?
???:
......
Apollo:
Oh, right, I'm supposed to introduce myself first! I'm Apollo! Apollo Justice!
???:
......
Trucy:
And I'm Trucy Wright.
Apollo:
...I know. (This is getting nowhere fast.)
The case
Apollo:
Hey, I know! Maybe you can tell us what happened? I'm your defense attorney, after all!
???:
......
Apollo:
Um, anything out of the ordinary happen lately?
???:
......
Trucy:
Well, the other day this tourist from out of town stopped to ask me directions.
Apollo:
...Later, Trucy. (I feel like I need to ask directions myself here...)
Present
Anything
Apollo:
Um, see this here?
???:
......
Apollo:
Um, does it ring any bells?
???:
......
Apollo:
(Does anything I say ring anything?)
After clearing all Talk options:
Apollo:
(Well, that was fruitless. Though I think I understand despair a little better now.)
Trucy:
You did good, Apollo!
???:
......
Trucy:
L-Look! She's doing her nails!
Apollo:
What? Are nails more important than defense? Is that it!? ...Let's go, Trucy.
???:
...Excuse me...
Apollo:
...!
???:
C-Could you... Could you read this?
Apollo:
Um, sure.
Apollo:
(I feel like a teenager on a first date! And this is the love letter we passed from desk to desk at school...)
Trucy:
Stop looking so wistful and read it, Apollo!
Apollo:
It... It's a business card. With a name and an address. The name is... Vera Misham? The address is for "Drew Studio".
Vera's Card added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
And you're giving me this card because...?
Vera:
......
Apollo:
...... Well, looks like we're finished here.
Trucy:
I wonder if Drew Studio is the scene of the crime?
Apollo:
Let's go find out.
Examine evidence
Vera's Card
Back side
Trucy:
What a pretty business card. Looks like a postcard, almost.
Apollo:
And on the back... Hmm. Just her name.
Trucy:
That seems odd to me.
Apollo:
Huh? What does?
Trucy:
Why write your name on the front and back of the card? Why not use the space on the back for a self-portrait! Or a caricature! Then people would remember what you look like, too.
Apollo:
That's not a bad idea, actually.
Trucy:
Here, give me one of your cards, Apollo...
Apollo:
(...She's drawing something. Hey! My hair's not THAT spiky!)
October 7
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Guard:
Ah, you're here to see Vera Misham?
Apollo:
Yes, that's right!
Guard:
She's in the medical office at the moment.
Trucy:
Medical office...? Is she OK?
Guard:
She's just lying down. Said she didn't feel so good. I'm sorry but I can't allow any meetings at the moment.
Apollo:
Most. Annoying. Client. Ever.
Trucy:
Guess we should come back.
October 7
Drew Studio
Apollo:
Wow, this looks like... it looks like a studio.
Trucy:
It's like life imitating art... Or, maybe, it's the other way around... Hmm. But the tape on the ground there... It's a bit jarring...
Apollo:
Yeah... Looks like we found our crime scene...
Trucy:
Apollo! Look at all those paintings!
Apollo:
Hey, don't touch those.
Trucy:
It's OK, I'm just looking. Huh? Apollo... Look at this one.
Apollo:
...Looks half finished. (You can still see the rough sketch underneath.)
Trucy:
But, that's odd. The rough part doesn't look like the rest of the painting at all.
Apollo:
Yeah, good point. (That is odd...)
Drew Misham's Paintings added to the Court Record.
Trucy:
...All the paintings have a really different style, too.
???:
Ah! I thought I might find you two here.
Trucy:
Ema! Long time no see!
Ema:
Oh? Seems like I run into you far too often. I'll bet I know why you're here, too.
Apollo:
You know about the trial simulation tomorrow?
Ema:
I've heard about it, sure. So Mr. Wright chose you, huh?
Apollo:
We don't even know what the case is about.
Ema:
Well, he was killed. The artist who owns this studio, that is. Mr. Drew Misham.
Trucy:
Misham...
Ema:
And his daughter was put under arrest.
Apollo:
Yeah... We just saw her at the detention center.
Trucy:
It was funny, though. She seemed more like a victim than the kind of person who could commit murder.
Ema:
You don't say. Not even by poisoning? That's how it was done, you know. Poisoning's a common way to get the job done, when the murderer is a woman.
Trucy:
P-Poisoning...?
Ema:
Anyway, Mr. Wright told me you'd be coming. Feel free to take a look around. I'll just be over here. With my Snackoos.
Apollo:
(We can't talk to anyone related to the case this time around... ...Which means we'd better find out as much as we can here at the scene. ...Or else.)
Examine
Coffee mug
Ema:
Ah, that's the victim's coffee mug.
Trucy:
Ah ha! So the poison was in here! This is my first time seeing a real poisoned mug of coffee!
Apollo:
I would hope so.
Ema:
...... "Poisoned Coffee"...? Not exactly, actually.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Ema:
No traces of poison were found in the coffee.
Trucy:
What!?
Ema:
...You'll have to figure out the rest yourself. I'm officially not on your side, after all.
Coffee Mug added to the Court Record.
Coffee mug (subsequent times)
Ema:
That coffee mug... it's not what you'd expect. No traces of poison were found in the coffee.
Apollo:
Huh? Whaaaat?
Ema:
Yet the only thing the victim drank that night was this coffee... ...so the poison definitely reached him through this mug.
Trucy:
...... I like you better when you tell us stuff.
Ema:
Look... Just figure it out yourselves, OK? I have my "position" here to consider.
Floor outline
Trucy:
Eek, Apollo! Th-That's where the body was!
Ema:
That's the spot where Mr. Drew Misham passed away. He put the coffee mug to his lips, and the next moment...
Apollo:
There's quite a bit of paint on the ground.
Ema:
See that half-painted painting there? He must have been working on that right up to the moment he died.
Trucy:
Wow! A true artist to the end!
Ema:
Or maybe he started it a year ago and was procrastinating.
Hidden painting
Trucy:
Hey... There's a painting hidden back here!
Apollo:
...Hey, you're right!
Trucy:
What if it's embarrassing somehow, and he didn't want anyone to see it!?
Apollo:
You certainly seem pleased by the possibility.
Trucy:
Huh. It's so... normal!
Apollo:
That's hardly something to get mad about... ......
Trucy:
Huh? What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, doesn't this painting look like... never mind.
Trucy:
...?
Apollo:
(I'd better get a professional opinion on this...)
Hidden Painting added to the Court Record.
Hidden painting (subsequent times)
Trucy:
Huh? What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, doesn't this painting look like... never mind.
Trucy:
...?
Apollo:
(I'd better get a professional opinion on this...)
Letter box
Trucy:
That letter box looks funny sitting inside a room like this.
Apollo:
Let's take a look... Empty.
Ema:
The other half of that letter box is actually connected to the outside of the studio. Mr. Misham would put his letters in there... ...and the postman took them away.
Trucy:
Impressive that someone still writes letters in this day and age. Or wrote, rather.
Paintings
Trucy:
I wouldn't mind taking a closer look at those paintings. I just love oils! You know, how they're so thick? Is that the word?
Apollo:
...These paints are all dry. I'm just surprised at how different these all are.
Trucy:
Yeah... And what's going on with this half-finished one?
Apollo:
It must have been a work in progress. You can still see the rough sketch below...
Trucy:
...That's what's so weird. The sketched part doesn't really fit the finished parts.
Apollo:
I noticed. (That is weird...)
Paintings (subsequent times)
Trucy:
Let's take a closer look.
Apollo:
This painting here looks like a work in progress.
Trucy:
But... the rough sketch part doesn't fit the other parts.
Apollo:
I know. (Very peculiar...)
Paintings (after presenting Hidden Painting to Ema)
Trucy:
Let's take a closer look! Why are two of the paintings identical? 
Apollo:
It certainly is a bit curious. (...And a whole lot of suspicious.)
White teacup
Ema:
I imagine this coffee cup was for guests to use.
Trucy:
...Guests?
Apollo:
Did the police already analyze this cup, too?
Ema:
Not a trace of poison was found on that cup.
Apollo:
(So the killer was after Drew Misham alone.)
Drafting table
Trucy:
Is this desk for painting, Apollo?
Ema:
That would be a drafting table.
Trucy:
...Drafting?
Ema:
Basically, it's a tool for making precise diagrams.
Trucy:
...Wow, painting is harder than I thought.
Apollo:
(Why would a painter need a drafting table? Was he an architect, too?)
Equipment
Trucy:
What is all this equipment here for? It doesn't look very artistic, really.
Ema:
He had everything from a lathe to a laser cutter. Looks like he was ready to work on metals and wood, too. ...Though his equipment's a bit old, to tell the truth.
Apollo:
Why would a painter need all this?
Ema:
From the dust, I'd say he hasn't used this stuff for years.
Apollo:
(This corner doesn't fit with the rest of the studio.)
Trucy:
Oh, do you think I could borrow this? I want to cut a quarter in half to make a trick coin!
Apollo:
...This is a crime scene, Trucy.
Trucy:
But these cost like 50 bucks at the magic shop!
Misham's desk
Apollo:
Let's take a closer look at this desk here.
Desk drawer
Apollo:
This envelope has been opened and resealed.
Trucy:
Ooh! I know how to do that! You take a pot of boiling water, and hold the envelope up to the steam. The glue melts and it opens! Cool, huh?
Apollo:
Whoever did this wasn't so delicate.
Trucy:
You're right. Looks like they just ripped it open and stuck it back together. ...Huh? The postmark on this letter is from seven years ago!
Apollo:
(Why would someone open a letter, then seal it again? Hmm... I'd better hang on to this.)
Red Envelope added to the Court Record.
Desk drawer (subsequent times)
Apollo:
This envelope has been opened and resealed.
Trucy:
You're right. Looks like they just ripped it open and stuck it back together.
Apollo:
Very strange... (Why would someone open a letter, then seal it again? Hmm... I'd better hang on to this.)
Feather
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo, what's this feather-thingy?
Apollo:
Isn't that a pen? Like an old-fashioned quill pen?
Trucy:
But it doesn't have a pointy end.
Ema:
That was most likely for sweeping detritus off the desk.
Trucy:
Wow, you sure know a lot, Ema.
Ema:
Bold and scientific, that's my motto.
Apollo:
(...Exactly what about that was "bold" or "scientific"?)
Figurine
Apollo:
Hmm. Something about the way that figure is posed...
Trucy:
...I've seen that pose before! It's you, Apollo! See, you're making one of your flamboyant gestures!
Apollo:
Please, I am a professional. (...I wonder why it's posed like that? Coincidence?)
Journal
Apollo:
Is this... a journal?
Trucy:
Wow, talk about a clue! Let's read it!
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Wh-What is it, Apollo!? He didn't write the name of the killer, did he!?
Apollo:
...It's new. He didn't write a single line.
Trucy:
Argh! You had me going for a while there.
Photograph
Apollo:
So this is Drew Misham?
Trucy:
And this little girl must be Vera!
Ema:
Yes, they took that some years ago. They look close. A happy little family.
Apollo:
Until you arrested his daughter.
Ema:
...Ack! Look, I was personally against that, OK? She just didn't seem very suspicious. Scientifically speaking.
Apollo:
Uh huh. Right.
Tiny frame
Trucy:
Ooh! Cute! Look at the tiny frame, Apollo!
Apollo:
Tiny is right. That thing's barely two inches high. What picture would fit in that?
Trucy:
None, apparently. It's empty.
Apollo:
(There's no glass in it, either. What's it doing sitting on the desk?)
Trucy:
This is a lesson for us all: be sure to check the size when you buy frames!
Tiny frame (after poison analysis)
Apollo:
I wonder why there's poison on this tiny frame.
Trucy:
Very strange indeed. Wait, I know! I'll bet it was poisoned from the time he bought it! Haven't you heard about some kinds of green paint being toxic?
Apollo:
I don't think they sell that kind anymore. And the poison was atroquinine, anyway. (A tiny, mysterious, poisoned frame...)
Paint shelf
Trucy:
Look at all these paints, Apollo! There's so many! He's got like... twenty kinds of red! We could repaint your suit, Apollo! How about this shade of... green!?
Apollo:
That'll be enough of that, thanks.
Talk
The victim
Trucy:
So, this, um, Drew Misham was some kind of artist?
Ema:
Apparently. Did a lot of illustrations for books, I hear. Had a lot of female fans, too, for what it's worth.
Trucy:
Oh? Well, I guess his stuff is kinda pretty. Like that oil painting over there, for instance.
Ema:
Um... yeah. That... wasn't one of his illustrations, actually.
Apollo:
(Huh? So it was a standalone painting or something? Is that what she means?)
Ema:
He was an odd bird, Misham. Hadn't shown his face to anyone until the end.
Trucy:
What do you mean, "to anyone"?
Ema:
He was always locked up here in this studio, apparently. His only connection to the outside world... ...was through letters he'd put in that letter box there.
Apollo:
Letters? Do people still write letters?
Trucy:
What do you mean, Apollo?
Apollo:
I mean, when was the last time you wrote a real letter? Don't most people use e-mail and stuff these days?
Ema:
Not Mr. Misham. Couldn't stand technology, it seems. He did everything by mail.
Trucy:
Maybe he thought that way was more artistic, you know?
Letter Box added to the Court Record.
Ema:
In any case, the only person besides him allowed in here... ...was his daughter, Vera.
Trucy:
Oh, you mean the killer?
Apollo:
...The "suspect", please.
Ema:
We took some fingerprints, of course. The only ones found in the room were Mr. Misham's and Vera's, basically.
Trucy:
"Basically"...?
Ema:
Actually, last night... ...Mr. Misham gave an interview to a reporter for the first time. It happened during the interview, apparently.
Ema:
His first interview ever...?
Apollo:
Could you tell us a bit more about what happened the night of the murder?
The defendant
Apollo:
So, this woman, Vera... She's Mr. Misham's daughter, right?
Ema:
Yep. A real sickly girl, ever since she was little. Hardly ever went outside.
Trucy:
She did kind of give off a withdrawn sort of aura...
Ema:
She was home-schooled by her father, apparently. It was quite a scene when they took her to the detention center. She was screaming about how she'd die "if they took her outside".
Apollo:
That... does sound like a scene.
Ema:
In the end, she agreed to leave if she was allowed her "good luck charm" for company.
Trucy:
Her "good luck charm"...?
Ema:
Apparently, she has this charm that magically gives her the courage to go outside.
Apollo:
(...Why can't I ever get a normal client?)
Trucy:
But why would a shut-in daughter kill her own dad?
Ema:
Don't look at me.
Apollo:
So, about the poison... It was found to be in his coffee, right...?
Ema:
No... Not precisely.
Trucy:
Not precisely? What does that mean?
Apollo:
(It means "see for yourself", I think.)
The night of the crime (appears after "The victim")
Ema:
Like I said. Last night was the first time someone from the "outside" came into this studio. I guess mysterious painters who never go outside make for good articles.
Apollo:
And it just so happened that he died the night of his first interview...?
Ema:
...At around 9:00 PM every night... ...Vera always made him a cup of coffee. Last night, he drank his usual coffee, and suddenly became violently ill...
Trucy:
...And died? She poisoned him on the night of his interview!? Wouldn't the reporter see?
Ema:
He wasn't near Mr. Misham when she brought her father his coffee. He was checking out some equipment in the back of the room. ...Supposedly, that's why she didn't notice he was there. It was the reporter who called the police, in fact.
Apollo:
Wait, but why is she the suspect? If anyone is suspicious, it's the reporter!
Ema:
Yet the reporter never got near Mr. Misham's coffee. Even Vera acknowledges that.
Apollo:
(Regardless, I want to know more about this "reporter".)
After completing poison analysis and X-ray detection
Apollo:
So, about the reporter...
Ema:
I can't tell you much. I hear he's going to be a witness tomorrow, though.
Leads to:
"I thought so."
Forensic science (appears after presenting Red Envelope or examining Coffee Mug or Red Envelope)
Apollo:
(I bet Ema could help us out here...)
Trucy:
Don't forget, flattery will get you everywhere with her, Apollo!
Ema:
Huh? What are you two whispering about?
Apollo:
Well... I was thinking. I mean, what is it we always do when we run into you at a crime scene? What is it we always do... scientifically?
Ema:
Ah, you know me too well! OK...
Apollo:
OK... meaning we can get erm, scientific now?
Ema:
Oh, I suppose. Just this once! Bring me anything you find suspicious and we'll check it out.
Forensic science (subsequent times)
Apollo:
I was hoping we could do a little forensics works...
Emma:
...I suppose. If we must. Just this once!
Present
Portrait, Acrylic, or Landscape
Apollo:
Ema, about this painting...
Ema:
Oh, that? Quite good, isn't it.
Apollo:
Er, that's not what I wanted to ask you about.
Ema:
You want to examine it, is that it? I'd be happy to let you, if you had a good reason. But without that... sorry.
Apollo:
(...I guess she wants us to do a little footwork on our own first.)
Hidden Painting
Apollo:
Oh, Ema, I was wondering about this painting here...
Ema:
Ah. Aaah. That one? What about it?
Apollo:
"What about it"!?
Trucy:
Yeah, what about it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Take a closer look at it, both of you. Now... look at this one. This is the third painting he was working on.
Trucy:
Hey. They're the same!
Ema:
...I was hoping you wouldn't find that. You're right, though. Drew Misham was copying this painting.
Trucy:
Wow. It's pretty good!
Apollo:
(Copying a painting...? What for?)
Coffee Mug
Apollo:
So, Ema, about this coffee mug...
Ema:
I hope you aren't trying to grill me for information. You know I'm not talking.
Apollo:
...I suppose you are the detective here.
Ema:
Why don't you two take a look yourselves? If you find a clue, I might not be unwilling to lend a hand.
Trucy:
...I think she's going to help us, Apollo.
Apollo:
Let's check out this mug, shall we?
Coffee Mug (after examining lip mark)
Apollo:
Um, Ema, about this mug... ...there's a pale blue, uh, "residue" on the rim.
Ema:
Eh? Ah! Th-That! Yes, well, it's just a rumor... ...but I've heard there's a kind of coffee called "Blue Mountain"!
Apollo:
I'm pretty sure it isn't actually blue, Ema.
Ema:
Ah. Right. OK, you got me. That's left over from my testing spray.
Trucy:
Forensic science! I knew your hobby was behind this somehow, Ema!
Ema:
It's not a "hobby"!
Trucy:
So, what kind of scientific stuff were you up to?
Ema:
This spray, that's what. It turns blue when it touches poison.
Apollo:
So, the poison that killed the victim was on this mug?
Ema:
That's right. See? It wasn't in the coffee. The killer applied it to the rim of the mug itself!
Trucy:
Wow! Science is amazing!
Apollo:
(It certainly is helpful... Maybe Ema'd be willing to help us out a bit more...)
Trucy:
You should try buttering her up, Apollo. They say flattery will get you everywhere.
Apollo:
(It's certainly worth talking to her a bit more.)
Red Envelope
Apollo:
Ema, about this...
Ema:
Oh! Th-That! Y-Yes, why that's a bright red envelope.
Apollo:
(She sure is jumpy...)
Trucy:
Someone opened this, didn't they?
Ema:
...... My lips are sealed.
Apollo:
Y-Your "lips are sealed"...? (That's a first!) You mean... you know what's inside the envelope?
Ema:
Sure. I read it, after all.
Trucy:
Ah! You mean you were the one who ripped this open!?
Ema:
Hah! Please! I would have steamed it open.
Apollo:
(But she did sneak a peek at it, apparently.)
Ema:
Know that I have a powerful weapon on my side.
Trucy:
Weapon...?
Ema:
Yes! The use of tools! Highly specialized tools for information gathering.
Apollo:
(Tools I wouldn't mind getting my hands on...)
Trucy:
You should try flattering her, Apollo... They say a little praise can open big doors.
Apollo:
(Never heard that one, but it's good advice... Let's try talking to her some more.)
Red Envelope (after X-ray detection)
Trucy:
But we just did the X-ray detection thing!
Apollo:
Oh, right. Sorry.
Anything else
Apollo:
Ema, I was wondering if you could take a look at this...
Ema:
Look, I'm a detective. A detective! You can't just ask me any old thing and expect an answer, OK? I think you need to be a little more focused in your inquiries. Scientific, even.
Apollo:
(Somehow I knew she'd get around to science.)
Examine evidence
Portrait
Thinking person
Apollo:
Well, what do we have here...? It looks like a person... thinking about something.
Trucy:
Maybe they're worried? Like, what should I have for supper: a hot dog, or a hamburger? ...... You know, I've always wondered about that. Why is there "supper" and "dinner"? Are they different meals or the same thing?
Apollo:
...Maybe that's what this person's thinking about.
Acrylic
Fish
Apollo:
Is that... a pufferfish?
Trucy:
Apollo! That's clearly a porcupinefish!
Apollo:
...They're not the same thing?
Trucy:
You know what gets me? They're got all these needles, right? But what's protecting that soft spot on the lower belly there? Nothing!
Apollo:
(...Must remember to keep Trucy away from small, round fish.)
Landscape
Sketch
Trucy:
Apollo, look at this painting. You can see the rough sketch!
Apollo:
Oh. Looks like it was only half-completed.
Trucy:
Huh? That's funny. Do the rough sketch and the finished painting look totally different to you, too?
Apollo:
...They do, actually! (What's that all about...?)
Hidden Painting
Peach
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo. This painting, I know it!
Apollo:
Huh? Really!?
Trucy:
It's that story where the old woman is doing the wash in the river... ...and this giant peach comes a' floating on down.
Apollo:
...That might possibly be the strangest thing I have ever heard.
Coffee Mug
Lip mark
Trucy:
Hey... look there! That stain doesn't look so healthy, Apollo! That must be the "Blue Mountain" stuff we've been hearing about!
Apollo:
Something tells me that even Blue Mountain Coffee isn't THIS blue. No, this stain is probably... (Hmm, better ask Ema.)
Red Envelope
Stuck mark
Trucy:
Apollo, look! It's been opened once here.
Apollo:
...You're right. I wonder if there's some way we can see what's inside?
Trucy:
Should I try to get it open and then stick it back shut?
Apollo:
Let's not tamper with the evidence, shall we? I've got a better idea...
Trucy:
...Ema! Let's ask her!
After clearing "Forensic science" Talk option, presenting Coffee Mug, and examining Coffee Mug:
Apollo:
Um, about poison analysis...
Ema:
...I was afraid you were going to ask about that. See, this solution is used to test for atroquinine.
Trucy:
Atro... huh?
Ema:
Atroquinine! The deadly poison found in the autopsy!
Apollo:
(...Uh oh, I know that spark in her eyes. She's getting excited. Best tread lightly.)
Ema:
It's one of the most virulent poisons, but is absorbed into the body astonishingly slowly. It takes at least 15 minutes from the time of ingestion for adverse effects to show. Oh, and guess what!? Recent research has shown...
Apollo:
Th-That's fine, really. We don't need to know all the gory details.
Trucy:
I think I get it. You just spray this stuff on something you want to test, right?
Ema:
Precisely! You can find even the slightest trace of poison with this!
Trucy:
I wanna try, too, Ema! Pretty please?
Ema:
You don't have to ask twice! ...I already used it on everything suspicious, of course.
Trucy:
Yay! Let's give it a whirl, Apollo!
Apollo:
Aaaaugh! What are you doing!?
Trucy:
I was just seeing if I got a reaction off of you.
Apollo:
How's this for a reaction: Never do that again! I'm not poisonous!
Trucy:
Tell that to those hapless witnesses on the stand!
Apollo:
(Let's just get down to checking for real poisons, shall we?)
Back
Leads to:
"Too bad. No reaction there."
Trucy:
Too bad. No reaction there.
Apollo:
I'm sure Ema checked out all the likely spots. ...Wait a second.
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Did you spray that little desk over there?
Trucy:
I don't think so... The spray probably can't reach that far, you know?
Apollo:
Let's check it out, just to be sure.
Spray little frame
Leads to:
"Eeeeeeeeeeeek! A reaction, Apollo!"
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeek! A reaction, Apollo!
Ema:
Aaaaaaugh! Where, where!?
Trucy:
The inside of that cute little frame! Look!
Ema:
Well, would you look at that. Nice going, Trucy.
Trucy:
I'm known to work magic!
Apollo:
(Never mind that I was the one who found it.)
Tiny Frame added to the Court Record.
Apollo:
(Why would the inside of that frame have poison on it? ...It looks like we found the only other place that was poisoned, in any case.)
Present
Coffee Mug
Trucy:
Are we going to test for poison again?
Apollo:
Why not? Just to be sure.
Ema:
But, you found your clue already. Isn't that enough? This stuff isn't cheap, you know?
Trucy:
I bet she doesn't have a lot of spending money.
Apollo:
(I bet she spends it all on Snackoos.)
Examine evidence
Coffee Mug
Lip mark
Trucy:
See that, there? That's poison.
Apollo:
Yeah.
Trucy:
Don't lick it, Apollo!
Apollo:
Don't worry, I'll be fine.
Trucy:
No, you won't! You'll die!
Apollo:
Look, I know! I meant I won't lick it!
Trucy:
Who knows what you do when I'm not watching...
Apollo:
(...The concern is touching, really. Next thing you know she'll be telling me not to drink coffee before bedtime...)
Tiny Frame
Back side
Apollo:
Hmm... Looks like you have to take this back part off first to put a photo inside.
Trucy:
It'd have to be a really small photo to fit in there.
Apollo:
True. And that pale bluish stain... Why would there be poison in a place like this?
Trucy:
Well, there's one obvious reason. Whoever put poison in the coffee rubbed a bit on here, too!
Apollo:
That's not very obvious, Trucy.
After clearing "Forensic science" Talk option and presenting Red Envelope:)
Apollo:
About that envelope we found... ...I was wondering if you could help us out with that "tool" you were mentioning?
Ema:
Eh heh heh, you want to know about my tool do you? It's called an X-Ray Analyzer.
Trucy:
X-Ray... like the x-rays you get at the dentist?
Ema:
That's right! At least, that's what I call it.
Trucy:
Huh?
Ema:
It has a real name, but it's much more complicated: the X-Ray Spectraliziation... ...something. How am I supposed to remember all that?
Trucy:
So, basically, it lets you see inside things... like envelopes?
Ema:
That's right! You're sharp, Trucy! But it's a bit more complicated than that, in practice, of course. Actually, to tell the truth, I'm not really sure how it works, scientifically.
Trucy:
Can I try it out, Ema? Please!?
Ema:
Oh, I suppose. ...Of course, I've already checked out everything suspicious myself.
Trucy:
Alright! Let's give it a spin, Apollo!
Apollo:
Yeeeeargh! What are you doing!?
Trucy:
Oh, just seeing if I could see through your hair... But it's like lead!
Apollo:
Point that thing at me any more, and it might all fall out.
Trucy:
Then I wouldn't need an x-ray machine to see through it!
Apollo:
(Let's just get down to business, shall we?)
Ema:
Right. Let's test it on a sample, first. It just so happens that I have a lottery ticket here. You set the sample in the device like so...
Apollo:
...I don't see anything.
Ema:
Patience. There's no need to get all antsy. Look at the right side of the screen. That's the "layer view" of the envelope.
Trucy:
Layer view...?
Ema:
You've got it set to display the outside of the envelope now, see? Actually, it's quicker to just have you give it a try. Turn that dial there for me, would you? That's right. That's how you choose what "depth" you want to scan.
Trucy:
Hey! I got something!
Ema:
See? That's how you can read the letters on the ticket inside. Cool, huh?
Apollo:
Except... I can't read them.
Ema:
Just turn the dial a little more. What you have to understand is that a sheet of paper isn't really flat at all. When you zoom in that much, you see that paper is like a bunch of hills and valleys.
Trucy:
Wow! Really?
Ema:
This x-ray device uses a beam with a wavelength of only 0.05 microns! It breaks cards down into thin layers, so it can only show what's written on that layer.
Apollo:
I'm not entirely following you, but what good is it if you can't read anything?
Ema:
That's why we go on to step two! Try rubbing the image a bit, if you would.
Trucy:
"The image"? You mean rub the screen?
Rub all
Leads to:
"There. That fixes the image on the screen."
Ema:
There. That fixes the image on the screen. Now, turn the dial again, just a little. Good. Now you can rub this image to "fix" it, too.
Trucy:
Hey, I get it! We just keep doing this until we've got the whole thing!
Ema:
Exactly! Not bad!
Trucy:
Neat! Let's do some more!
Fully fixing image
Leads to:
"OK, let's print this one out."
Ema:
OK, let's print this one out.
"BIG WINNER!" ticket
Trucy:
Woo hoo! I'm a big winner!!!
Ema:
Ah ha ha. See! This is the true hidden power of my weapon. Neat, huh?
Leads to:
"Now let's try it out on the real thing, shall we?"
"TRY AGAIN!" ticket
Trucy:
...Hmm. Does this mean I have to buy another one to win?
Apollo:
Well, it's Ema's ticket. Let her buy another one.
Ema:
It's OK, there's no need. But see, this is the true hidden power of my weapon. Neat, huh?
Leads to:
"Now let's try it out on the real thing, shall we?"
"YOU LOSE!" ticket
Trucy:
Ouch. "You lose".
Ema:
At least you know where you stand, eh? Anyway, now you see the true hidden power of my weapon. Neat, huh?
Leads to:
"Now let's try it out on the real thing, shall we?"
Ema:
Now let's try it out on the real thing, shall we?
Fully fixing image
Leads to:
"OK, let's print this one out."
Ema:
OK, let's print this one out.
Trucy:
Someone deposited $100,000 into Mr. Misham's account? His paintings must be really valuable!
Ema:
There's another page in there. ...Care to take a look?
Trucy:
You bet I do! If you're going to read someone's mail you might as well read it all!
Ema:
Here goes with the second page, then.
Fully fixing image
Leads to:
"OK, let's print this one out."
Ema:
OK, let's print this one out.
Trucy:
...So it was a letter about payment for one of his paintings.
Apollo:
Why all the secrecy, though? And...
Trucy:
...And what?
Apollo:
...Why was this letter the only one in here? ...It's seven years old, right?
Trucy:
Maybe it had some special significance to him? Well, Ema?
Ema:
Well indeed. ......
Apollo:
(She knows something she's not telling us. ...Looks like she's keeping mum about it.)
Red Envelope updated in the Court Record.
Examine
Paintings (after presenting Hidden Painting and Red Envelope to Ema)
Trucy:
Let's take a closer look. Mr. Misham sure worked on a lot of different paintings. You think his works really go for a 100 grand a piece? Maybe I should take up painting. 
Apollo:
(I don't think his paintings are worth THAT much. Something's not right here.)
After completing poison analysis and X-ray detection, and clearing "The night of crime" Talk option
Apollo:
So, Ema, I was wondering... What's the story about this reporter that came here for a story the night of the crime?
Ema:
Ah! I'm afraid I can't tell you, because he's going to be a witness tomorrow, I hear.
Leads to:
"I thought so."
Trucy:
I thought so.
Ema:
I'll never forget that face, but what was his name...? Oh, right. Brushel.
Trucy:
Brushel...
Ema:
He's after a scoop to sell to the papers.
Apollo:
So a reporter comes for an interview with a painter. His first interview ever, and that night, he's killed. Seem strange to you?
Trucy:
Really strange.
Ema:
It does raise a few questions.
Apollo:
I'd like to speak with this reporter if I could.
Ema:
Well, I hear he's on the beat today, too. ...He said something about covering a magician.
Apollo:
Magician...? (Well, if it's not Trucy, that leaves only one other person.)
Trucy:
It wasn't Valant Gramarye, by any chance, was it?
Ema:
Yeah, something like that! He's got some big show lined up, I hear.
Apollo:
(So, he's out interviewing Valant Gramarye... Looks like I'll be heading out to that coliseum again sooner than I thought.)
Ema:
Here, I'll give you that reporter's card if you want.
Brushel's Card added to the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Brushel's Card
Front side
Trucy:
I guess you gotta have a good business card if you work freelance.
Apollo:
Really. What's this... a camera lens finder?
Trucy:
Do reporters take photos too?
Apollo:
I guess if he's freelance, he'd have to.
Trucy:
Maybe you should try being a prosecutor and a defense attorney! You'd always win!
Apollo:
Why don't I become a rock star too, while I'm at it?
October 7
Sunshine Coliseum
Trucy:
Woo hoo! This is it, Apollo! The place where magic and dreams converge!
Apollo:
Just a while ago it was the place where murder and nightmares converged.
Trucy:
Let's go say hi to Uncle Valant!
Apollo:
(What about the case...?)
???:
Waaaah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Trucy:
Only a performer laughs like that...
Valant:
The young Miss Trucy! How often I hoped we'd meet again only to tell myself it was an impossible dream!
Trucy:
Tee hee, Uncle Valant! How's it going? I'm glad to see you, too!
Valant:
Of course you are.
Apollo:
(Humility is definitely NOT one of his stronger traits...)
Valant:
Well, Miss Trucy, how does the day find you? If you've come to give me flowers, do it after the show, I beg you.
Trucy:
Actually, we came to wish you good luck! And congratulations on your big magic show!
Valant:
Oh? But it is I who wish to congratulate you! Not everyone is so lucky as to witness miracles such as I shall perform!
Apollo:
(Yeah, yeah, you're amazing, we get the picture.)
Valant:
The world will watch in wonderment as Magnifi's illusions are reborn! Here, on stage! By my hand!
Examine
Blue Badger
Apollo:
...Hey, that creature there. He was handing out balloons during our last case, too.
Trucy:
He's not a "creature", Apollo! Poor guy.
Apollo:
Oh, sorry. Was I mean somehow?
Trucy:
You know how hot it is inside one of those suits? He's stuck in there, with only the smell of his own sweat to keep him company. On the verge of passing out, he hands out each balloon as though it were his last!
Apollo:
Kind of takes the fun out of seeing the Blue Badger.
Coliseum building
Apollo:
You know, I thought this at the time of the Gavinners's concert, too, but... ...this coliseum is just way too big. It's huge.
Trucy:
It's got a big-sounding name, too... "Sunshine Coliseum", was it?
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Would you like to hear what the grand finale of the show in three days will be?
Trucy:
What!? Really!? Yeah, yeah!
Valant:
Eh heh heh... The grand finale will be nothing other than...
Apollo:
Don't tell me. You're going to make the coliseum disappear, right?
Valant:
...Ah!
Apollo:
(Oh. Oops. Looks like I was right.)
Valant:
......
Trucy:
Apollo! I can't believe you'd use your power of perception on something like this!
Apollo:
It was just a wild guess, really.
Hot air balloon
Trucy:
Look, Apollo! A balloon! A hot air balloon!!!
Apollo:
With the Gramarye seal on it, no less.
Valant:
Well, this is a long-awaited revival, after all! And it's been seven years, you know. I've spent plenty of time and a pretty penny on promotion.
Trucy:
I hope it's a huge success, Uncle Valant!
Valant:
Oh, I intend for it to be nothing less, I assure you!
Apollo:
(They both sure seem excited about it. I guess it's a big deal for magicians.)
Signboard
Apollo:
They've changed the sign since our last case.
Trucy:
It was all Gavinners back then, wasn't it?
Apollo:
I hope nothing bizarre and mysterious happens this time.
Valant:
But it shall! Why, the show itself will be bizarre and mysterious, I assure you!
Apollo:
I don't have a problem with mystery as long as it's legal.
Trucy:
I don't think lawyers and magicians were really meant to have conversations like this.
Talk
The big magic show
Trucy:
Everyone's talking about the big magic show! Is it true that the "Gramarye Miracle" is back after a seven year absence?
Valant:
...Miss Trucy. I must apologize. This show, and this honor, should have been his.
Trucy:
Daddy...
Valant:
My co-magician-in-training Zak Gramarye... If that terrible thing hadn't...
Trucy:
...It's OK.
Valant:
Your father was a great magician, Trucy. If he were alive, then I, Valant Gramarye... ...would have been proud to stand upon this stage as his assistant!
Trucy:
Thanks... Uncle Valant. You know, I'm happy you're doing the show! To think, we get to see the Great Magnifi's illusions again!
Apollo:
(She really is looking forward to this, isn't she.)
Magnifi Gramarye
Valant:
My mentor, the magnificent Magnifi Gramarye was a true deity among magicians. A creator-god who gave birth to magic and illusions that defied our very imaginations!
Trucy:
I was so little when I last saw one, but I still remember his shows! He did wheelies in a sports car through the air above the audience...! And then sped off to outer spac, faster than the speed of sound!
Apollo:
(I'm guessing that memory was a bit embellished.)
Valant:
For seven long years, the world has been waiting for a miracle to match his. As heir to the Gramarye Troupe's secrets, it falls to me to provide one. It is my god-given destiny!
Apollo:
Um...
Valant:
Yes! You, nameless face who speaks for the nameless masses. How can I help you?
Apollo:
If the world was waiting, why did you hold off for seven long years?
Valant:
Hmm... It appears the lad is uninformed! Perhaps you have heard of the magic known as "law" which governs our land?
Apollo:
...I have, though I'm not sure it qualifies as "magic".
Valant:
The performance of Magnifi's miracle was impossible. ...A certain "law" prevented it for seven years. But no more!
Apollo:
("Seven years"... That phrase sure likes to pop up, doesn't it...)
Trucy:
...And why was that?
Valant:
A little matter called "performance rights", Miss Trucy.
Performance rights (appears after "Magnifi Gramarye")
Trucy:
Can you tell us about these "performance rights"?
Valant:
Magnifi's magic relied on an incredibly innovative idea... a "trick", if you will. That trick... was considered his property, and as such, was protected by property laws.
Apollo:
Intellectual property, maybe?
Valant:
Magnifi knew this and bequeathed it in his will... ...to one person.
Apollo:
You mean... him!?
Valant:
Yes. Miss Trucy, it was your father. Zak Gramarye was the inheritor of the Gramarye Miracle!
Trucy:
Daddy...
Valant:
Yet, as you well know, he is gone. He disappeared suddenly, seven years ago.
Apollo:
(I think I see where this story is going...) Once a person is classified missing for a certain period of time... ...they're considered legally deceased, correct?
Valant:
...In all absoluteness. Those rolled-up sleeves conceal your competence well, young man! That "certain period of time" of which you speak... is seven years.
Trucy:
Ah...
Valant:
Yes, Miss Trucy... Though it pains me to say it. This past Spring... April to be precise, was the time. Your father was legally declared deceased. In the absence of a formal will... ...the secrets of our mighty mentor Magnifi passed to me. This was, in fact, stipulated in the will by Magnifi himself.
Trucy:
Is... that how it works, Apollo?
Apollo:
Yeah. It's called "death in absentia". He's declared missing... permanently.
Trucy:
Daddy...
Mr. Brushel, Journalist (appears after presenting Brushel's Card)
Valant:
A man by that name called on me just now.
Apollo:
Just now...
Valant:
Valant's vision is always toward tomorrow! Valant's feet step always forward! ...That is all.
Trucy:
That's all... very confusing.
Valant:
I am to perform a big magic show, yes? I wanted someone to cover it. Yet, he had ears only for that incident...
Apollo:
That incident?
Valant:
In any case, I requested that the rapacious reporter remove himself. So a painter has died, what of it!? It is but a footnote in the footlights compared to the magic of Gramarye!
Trucy:
Uncle Valant! Do you know where the reporter went?
Valant:
...I recommended he visit that place popular with penalized perpetrators.
Apollo:
(The detention center...?)
Present
Gramarye Envelope
Apollo:
Um, I was wondering if you could tell me about this?
Valant:
Ah ha! Why, that bears the Gramarye seal! ...... Hmm.
Trucy:
...Uncle Valant? Is something wrong?
Valant:
...Trucy. Where... did you get this?
Trucy:
Huh? Um, Daddy gave it to me.
Valant:
Your... Y-Y-Y-Your D-D-D-Daddy!? My partner, Zak Gramar--
Trucy:
No, no, no. My other daddy, Phoenix Wright!
Valant:
Why now... Why would your Lord Daddy...!?
Apollo:
("Lord Daddy"? That's kind of stretching the whole archaic thing a bit...)
Valant:
This signature upon the back. Do you recognize it? That belongs to none other than Zak Gramarye!
Trucy:
Whaaaaaaaaat!? Daddy signed this!?
Valant:
Might I be so bold as to open it?
Apollo:
...I-I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that!
Valant:
Mmmmnk. Ah... Ah.
Apollo:
(What's in this envelope, I wonder...?)
Gramarye Envelope (subsequent times)
Valant:
This signature... Why, it's none other than Zak Gramarye! Perhaps I might take a look inside?
Apollo:
No means no! Trucy's father didn't want us to open it yet.
Valant:
Hrmmmm... Ah... Ah. Your Lord Daddy... Why?
Apollo:
(...What could be in this envelope...?)
Brushel's Card
Apollo:
So, a journalist was here on a story?
Valant:
All eyes in the universe are upon my stage. All pens seek to commit its mysteries to paper!
Trucy:
Um, his name was Brushel.
Valant:
Brushel... Brushel... Brushel... Brushel...
Trucy:
...I think he remembers him!
Apollo:
He doesn't look too happy about it.
Valant:
Brushel... That cloying smell of mint when he smiles, yes...
Trucy:
Um, could you tell us more about him? What did he want?
Brushel's Card (subsequent times)
Valant:
...Put that away. I care not to see it ever again.
Apollo:
(He really didn't like that guy, did he?)
Trucy:
Let's ask why, Apollo!
Anything else
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha! A challenge, is it? You want me to make that disappear? Very well! Give it to me!
Apollo:
Ack! N-N-No thanks! (Are all magicians like this?)
Trucy:
Apollo? What was that look just now?
Apollo:
I was just thinking how hard it is to get any information out of a magician.
After clearing "Mr. Brushel, Journalist" Talk option:)
Valant:
He was a rude individual. Might I see that card?
Apollo:
Uh, sure...
Valant:
...He would tear apart my respectability? I will tear apart him!
Trucy:
Ooh! Here it comes, Apollo! Uncle Valant's big magic trick!
Apollo:
Is he going to fix the card? (Not sure that qualifies as "big" magic...)
Trucy:
......
Valant:
......
Trucy:
What happened to the big magic...?
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Is it not more miraculous for it to stay ripped?
Apollo:
(He must have really not liked that journalist...)
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Gramarye Envelope:
Valant:
Now, the time has come when I must return to make my prestidigitation preparations! By your leave, Miss Trucy.
Trucy:
Thanks, Uncle Valant!
Valant:
Three days from now... make ready for a miracle!
Apollo:
What do you think that journalist was after? And why did Valant react like that to this envelope?
Trucy:
I think it's time to pay the detention center another visit.
Examine
Coliseum building
Apollo:
Workers are busily preparing the coliseum for the magic show three days from now. Maybe we should go check it out... once this case is solved.
Hot air balloon
Apollo:
A hot air balloon. You hardly see those anymore these days. It kind of reminds me of when I was a kid. Maybe Valant's playing the nostalgia card to drum up interest in the show.
Signboard
Apollo:
That was a Gavinners sign last time, wasn't it? I hope nothing strange happens this time around...
October 7
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
???:
...I think I hear what you're saying. "We're All Doing It For The Money", end quote.
Guard:
No no no no! Not at all!
Apollo:
...Looks like someone's already meeting here.
Trucy:
Maybe that reporter?
???:
Hey there! How ya doing? Who might you be?
Apollo:
Ah, sorry, we didn't know someone was already here. I'm Apollo Justice, attorney at law. (Talk about a nervous monkey.)
???:
You? You're Justice!? You?
Apollo:
You... know me?
???:
Do I know you? Of course I know you! "Stares Down Witnesses On Stand Till They Spill Beans", end quote.
Apollo:
Th-That's not true! (What's he writing...?)
Trucy:
Are you a reporter by any chance?
???:
Woo! You! You're Trucy!
Trucy:
Eh? Am I famous?
???:
Oh yeah. Oh yeah! "Trucy Wright Hates Carrying A Bag: Puts Everything She Owns In Her Panties", end quote.
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeek! That's so not true!
???:
Just hold on to your breeches, there. I'll wrap up this interview in a jiffy.
Trucy:
Interview...?
???:
So, guard. I think I know what's going on here. "Guarding Rooms Is My Life. What Else Could I Possibly Need?" end quote.
Guard:
No! How many times do I have to tell you this? Look, I've got work to do. You deal with him.
Trucy:
Um... did you come here to interview the guard?
???:
Ooh wee, what a pickle! "Accused Wouldn't Talk, Had To Interview Someone Or Go Plum Crazy", end quote.
Trucy:
Huh...
Apollo:
...I should've guessed.
Brushel:
Where're my manners!? Name's Brushel. Spark Brushel. "I'm Not Picky -- Journalist Just Closes Eyes, Writes", end quote.
Apollo:
(What's that nauseatingly strong mint smell every time he grins?)
Brushel:
Until you've been interviewed by me, you don't know what thrilling is! "Wild Romp Through Crossroads Of Mayhem, Madness", end quote.
Apollo:
...I can see that. (He's writing something again! Well, if he's a reporter, maybe he knows something...)
Talk
Spark Brushel
Trucy:
So, Mr. Brushel... You're a journalist?
Brushel:
Ah me? Look, let me state one thing for the record here...
Trucy:
...Y-Yes?
Brushel:
I'm the interviewer. You understand, yeah? "I'm The One Asking The Questions Here", end quote.
Trucy:
OK...
Brushel:
...For instance! You think a movie director watches movies?
Trucy:
...Well, I think he probably does.
Brushel:
Exactly! I knew you'd understand.
Apollo:
(...Huh?)
The night of the crime
Trucy:
So, the night of the murder... ...you were at Drew Studio?
Brushel:
Who? Me? Look, let me state one thing for the record...
Trucy:
...Y-Yes?
Brushel:
I may look calm and collected, but I'm busy. Real busy. Always on the road. "Journalist Always Buys One-Way Tickets, Never Looks Back", end quote.
Trucy:
I can understand that philosophy, but...
Brushel:
You want to know the thing about one-way tickets? Once you use them, they're gone. ...All because you have to give them to the guy at the airport.
Trucy:
True enough. But don't they give normal tickets away, too?
Brushel:
Exactly! See? It's the same thing!
Trucy:
...What is?
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
The interview
Trucy:
So, you went to do a story on Drew Misham... ...and he'd never had a story done about him before?
Brushel:
That's right! Look, let me state one thing for the record here...
Trucy:
Wh-What...?
Brushel:
I'm sure you're going to want to know about my source. What tipped me off to Drew? Why do the interview in the first place?
Trucy:
Well... yes.
Brushel:
Look, it's like... Oh! I've got it! Say there's this burger joint with fabulous ketchup. You think the burger guy's going to tell me where he got it?
Trucy:
...At the supermarket, maybe?
Brushel:
Exactly! See? That's what I'm talking about.
Apollo:
(I think I may have actually understood that one.)
Present
Anything
Brushel:
Ah, right. Let me go on the record here.
Trucy:
Y-Yes?
Brushel:
I know what you're going to say. "Brushel! Take This, Write Brilliant Column!" end quote.
Apollo:
I don't think so!
Brushel:
Look, buddy, I write brilliant columns about one thing: ...and that's food. Try to understand.
Apollo:
(What could he possibly be writing? He didn't listen to a word I said!)
After clearing all Talk options:
Brushel:
Well, there's nothing I can talk about really. "Walls Have Ears, Eyes -- Especially Glass Walls With Speakers", end quote.
Apollo:
Right. Guess we'll leave then.
Brushel:
Ah, but since you're here... ...might as well tell you a tidbit of news I saw. Just for the heck of it.
Trucy:
Sure, tell us! ...Just for the heck of it.
Brushel:
I remember it like it was yesterday... ...I'd seen a movie on a trip, and wandered into this burger place with amazing ketchup... ...when an article in a tabloid caught my eye. "Famous Oil Painting Stolen From Art Dealer's Gallery", end quote, I believe it was.
Apollo:
An oil painting...?
Brushel:
Happens every day, right? But, I thought I'd seen that painting somewhere before. ...A painting of a giant peach floating down a river.
Apollo:
(Someone stole an oil painting... of a giant peach.)
Brushel:
"Journalist Can Smell Scoop Better Than Burgers", end quote.
October 7
Drew Studio
Ema:
Well, how'd it go? Find anything out?
Apollo:
Actually, there was one thing I wanted to check with you.
Ema:
Wh-What's with that scary face you're making?
Apollo:
(And what's with the "I know something but I'm not telling" face you've got going, Ema?)
Present
Hidden Painting
Apollo:
This painting... came from behind that dresser.
Ema:
Ah, yes. So?
Apollo:
...It was stolen, no?
Ema:
...... I was hoping you wouldn't figure that out.
Apollo:
Do you think you could tell us a bit about this?
Ema:
...I suppose. It's what you think. Drew Misham... was a forger.
Trucy:
A forger...?
Hidden Painting (subsequent times)
Apollo:
Ema... about this painting from behind the dresser there.
Ema:
...Ah, yes. It's what you think. Drew Misham... was a forger.
Trucy:
A forger...?
Portrait, Acrylic, or Landscape (after clearing "Forger" Talk option)
Leads to:
"Um, I kind of wanted to see the rough sketch under this painting."
Talk
Forger (appears after presenting Hidden Painting)
Trucy:
So, what exactly is a "forger"?
Ema:
Well, basically, it's someone who makes "forgeries". Fakes, in other words.
Trucy:
Fakes...?
Ema:
Copies of an original. Exact copies, so precise, you can't tell them apart.
Trucy:
Well, why not just photocopy them?
Ema:
The big problem with forgeries... ...is that people try to sell them as the real article. It's a crime, of course.
Trucy:
So, Drew Misham was...?
Ema:
A criminal? I'm afraid so. He received money to create elaborate forgeries. ...To supplement his work in illustration, I guess.
Apollo:
I see.
Ema:
Actually... ...that's why I brought this here in the first place.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Ema:
When you're trying to determine if a painting is a forgery... ...the rough sketch underneath can be a valuable clue.
Trucy:
So the rough sketch is like practice for the real thing! Like doing a magic trick in front of a mirror before you go on stage!
Ema:
...But not in the case of a forgery. Not necessarily, anyway. You know what the finished product is going to look like, after all.
Trucy:
Oh, yeah. I guess you would.
Ema:
That's why I brought this. I'm going to use it to see what's under the paint of the finished pieces.
Apollo:
(I get it now...)
Ema:
Not that I really needed to go to such lengths. Seeing as how one of the paintings was only half-finished anyway.
Trucy:
...Still, it'd be neat to see Mr. Misham's rough sketches. Kind of like what he was drawing when he thought no one was looking.
Apollo:
(True... That would be interesting. And maybe valuable for our case.)
Trucy:
You should try buttering her up, Apollo! Flattery will get you everywhere, they say!
Apollo:
(...Hmm, maybe I should ask Ema to help us out.)
Apollo:
Um, I kind of wanted to see the rough sketch under this painting. And I was wondering if your "tool" there might do the trick?
Ema:
Oh, fine. Fine! Just this time, though.
Trucy:
Let's check it out!
Fully fixing any painting
Leads to:
"OK, let's print this one out."
Ema:
OK, let's print this one out.
Apollo:
What... What the heck?
Trucy:
Wow, he really blows! The finished painting isn't anything like the rough!
Ema:
Devices like mine didn't exist until recently. He probably thought he could draw any sort of thing he wanted to for the rough.
Trucy:
What do you mean?
Ema:
Well, in the past, you could only analyze the composition of a rough sketch.
Trucy:
Composition?
Ema:
In other words, the traces of charcoal between paint and canvas. So you could tell if there had been a rough sketch... ...but not what it looked like.
Apollo:
Ah, I think I follow you. So, in essence, it wouldn't matter what was underneath the finished painting.
Ema:
Some pros would actually paint out a rough sketch entirely. Then do a completely new painting on top of that.
Trucy:
So Mr. Misham was drawing whatever he wanted before painting over them...?
Ema:
Possibly. Is there a problem with that?
Apollo:
(Not particularly... But something about the sketch itself is kind of... odd.)
Trucy:
You're awfully silent all of a sudden, Apollo.
Apollo:
You think we could check out one of the other paintings!?
Ema:
Well, sure. You like this detection stuff, don't you?
Fully fixing either remaining painting
Leads to:
"OK, let's print this one out."
Ema:
OK, let's print this one out.
Apollo:
This one, too!
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? You look so serious all of a sudden!
Apollo:
Um, you think I could just look at the last of these?
Ema:
Fine by me. Knock yourself out.
Fully fixing final painting
Leads to:
"OK, let's print this one out."
Ema:
OK, let's print this one out.
Apollo:
Wh-Wh... What the heck is all this!?
Ema:
...I hesitate to ask why you're getting so excited.
Trucy:
You sure your device isn't leaking some kind of strange radiation?
Apollo:
Trucy! Look at these three sketches! ...Do you notice anything?
Trucy:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Th-Th-They're...!!
Ema:
Now you're both white as sheets! What's going on!?
Apollo:
These sketches... are of the three cases I worked on!
Ema:
What...?
Apollo:
The murder in the poker room at the Borscht Bowl Club! The dead man pulling the noodle stand! And then... ...the events that transpired during the Gavinners concert!
Ema:
...What could it mean? How could he have painted those things... and why!?
Apollo:
That's what I want to know!
Ema:
Wait! Is Drew Misham... ...your father?
Apollo:
Give me a break! Does that seem even REMOTELY possible to you!?
Apollo:
(I'd never even heard of any Drew Misham before. I hadn't even seen a picture of him. But there were my cases, drawn on his canvas! ...Every single one of them. It couldn't have been a coincidence. Just who was this Drew Misham... and what did he have to do with me?)
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Apollo:
No clues here.
Turnabout Succession
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October 8, 9:48 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 6
Apollo:
Good morning!
Examine evidence
Landscape
Sketch
Trucy:
This rough sketch is only half-hidden by the oil painting.
Apollo:
I'll never understand artists.
Trucy:
Still, it's impressive. I wouldn't you could hide such a dark sketch under a little paint.
Apollo:
Well, it is called "oil paint" for a reason. I bet it's pretty oily. The paint I mean.
Trucy:
I'm still waiting for you to get to your point.
Vera:
......
Trucy:
So! You're... Vera, right? I'm Trucy! Trucy Wright! That's "Wright" with a "W"! Uh, but not "write", right?
Vera:
......
Trucy:
Um! We're... on your side! You can tell us anything! ...Please?
Vera:
...... ...Good morning...
Apollo:
...! (She... She speaks!)
Trucy:
Hmm, not bad, not bad. But I think you'd do better with a little smile, you know? You're so pretty! You need to sell yourself, you know?
Apollo:
Trucy! Let's... take it easy for starters.
Vera:
...... ...Thank you for taking my case...
Trucy:
...!
Apollo:
(Okaaaaay... Well, that's a start, I guess.)
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(There she goes with the nail polish again...)
Trucy:
That's great, really! It's so cultured!
Vera:
............ ...Want to try...?
Trucy:
Oooooh! Really!?
Apollo:
*sigh* Girls... (The victim, Drew Misham, was a forger. And a stolen painting was found in his studio. A life of crime, really... ...And maybe one that led to his death.)
October 8, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Well, we will now... er... *cough* Begin the, er, trial of... Vuh... Vuh... Vuh... Vera Misham!
Trucy:
...Is the judge OK? His voice is all raspy, and he's looking around all nervous-like.
Judge:
Erm... ahem. The repercussions of today's trial will, most likely, be felt for a long time. ...And may, indeed, alter our legal system forever.
Klavier:
Today is a test of the Jurist System... ...and the first step toward a new order in our courts.
Trucy:
Daddy's secret mission!
Klavier:
The jurists will function like a jury. It is hoped their inclusion will help the courts to better reflect the people's will.
Apollo:
Why... aren't there any jurists in the courtroom?
Klavier:
Three closed-circuit cameras watch this courtroom at all times. The jurists have access to everything that transpires. Jurists! Judge well, and judge cool.
Judge:
N-Now see here, Prosecutor Gavin! I-I was going to say that!
Klavier:
Ah, my apologies, Herr Judge.
Judge:
Ahem. Jurists! Today, er... Judge today's trial "coolly", if you would be so kind!
Apollo:
(The jurists are unbound by the letter of the law. They don't affect the trial with evidence... but by their "feelings". And we're about to find out just what effect they're going to have.)
Judge:
Very well, Prosecutor Gavin. The details of the case, if you would.
Klavier:
The victim is the painter Drew Misham. He was killed in his own studio. His coffee... was poisoned. By whom, you ask? By none other than the defendant, Vera Misham.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
There wasn't any poison in the coffee!
Klavier:
Achtung... Someone has been doing their homework! Indeed. Poison was not present in the coffee... but on the mug itself.
Judge:
The mug...? Ah, residue was found on the rim, I see.
Klavier:
The autopsy report describes the manner of our victim's death.
Judge:
The court accepts this as evidence.
Misham's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
According to this report... ...the victim's death was caused by "atroquinine" poisoning.
Klavier:
A chemical compound that does not occur naturally. Lethal dosage is a mere 0.002mg. A touch of atroquinine in the body... ...is the touch of the Reaper's scythe.
Judge:
Very well, Prosecutor Gavin. You may present your witness.
Klavier:
I have for you today a simple man, for a simple case. ...A man who witnessed the murder in its entirety.
Apollo:
(That journalist, no doubt...)
Klavier:
The witness will state his name and occupation.
Brushel:
Ah! Right! Well, for starters, my name's Spark Brushel! My job is... a lone observer of the world!
Apollo:
In other words, a freelance journalist, right?
Brushel:
Ahem! If you don't mind, I'd like to state something here for the record.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
I dislike conclusions, specifically, the jumping to aspect of conclusions. "Preconceptions Make Park Sandbox of Endless Desert Waste..." end quote.
Apollo:
But, you are a journalist. You said so yourself yesterday.
Brushel:
...Well, that's true, yes. But you must understand, I stand before you today a man with a dream! I'm offering you my testimony in exchange for exclusive rights to the story! "Scoop Turns Mr. Brushel Into THAT Mr. Brushel!" end quote.
Judge:
...Let's hear your testimony then, shall we?
Apollo:
(A "simple case", eh, Gavin? For me, the jury... is still out.)
Witness Testimony
-- The Journalist's Story --
Brushel:
I visited the studio around 9:00 that night to do the interview.The first outsider to enter the atelier! "Journalistic History Made", end quote!His daughter brought us coffee right after we started.And you know what happened next. "Star Falls!" end quote.No one else entered the room besides her the whole time.
Judge:
Hmm... That does sound like a simple case. Unless... you were the one who poisoned him!
Brushel:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Whatareyousaying!? Judge!
Judge:
Ahem. Need I remind you, the cameras are rolling today. I felt the need to be a bit dramatic.
Klavier:
You didn't do it, did you?
Brushel:
M-M-M-M-Medoathinglikethat!? Come on! That's like... "Newsmaker Making the News", end quote. Or even "Contemporary Witch-Hunt", end quote! I know! "Wild Accusations Rock Courtroom", end quote.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha. Rock, indeed.
Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin sure looks like he's having fun.
Apollo:
I'm so happy for him.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice, your cross-examination, please.
Cross Examination
-- The Journalist's Story --
Brushel:
I visited the studio around 9:00 that night to do the interview.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
9:00 at night? Isn't that a little late for an interview?
Brushel:
If the great painter Drew Misham says, "come at 9:00"... ...believe you me, I go at 9:00! The first, and as it turned out, last interview with such a prolific painter!
Apollo:
Right. Can you tell us what it was like when you arrived?
Brushel:
The first outsider to enter the atelier! "Journalistic History Made", end quote!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You were the first reporter ever in "Drew Studio"?
Brushel:
Posterity will look back on that night as a turning point in journalistic history! "A Basically Insignificant Step For All Mankind... But A Giant Step For That Brushel Guy", end quote.
Klavier:
If no one on the outside ever had access to the studio... ...then it would serve to reason that the deed was done by an "insider".
Apollo:
(...By which he means Vera did it.)
Klavier:
So, how did this epoch-making interview go?
Brushel:
His daughter brought us coffee right after we started.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
...Would you mind being a little more specific?
Brushel:
Oooh wee, let me tell you, I enjoy a cuppa. In fact, it all began when I was in third grade, no wait, fourth grade--
Apollo:
That's not what I meant!
Klavier:
I believe I know what Herr Forehead is driving at. This coffee the victim was served... Did anyone other than the victim touch it?
Apollo:
R-Right! That! (That's what I was going to say, really.)
Brushel:
Well, now, if you've got a question to ask, you'd best straight up ask it! That's what I tell all the new recruits. Several times, if necessary. "Write for a grade schooler", that's my motto. Which isn't to say I can only write grade school-level stuff, mind you--
Apollo:
...Who touched the coffee!?
Brushel:
Dunno. I was in the back, looking at the studio's equipment when she served it.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
...And what happened next?
Brushel:
And you know what happened next. "Star Falls!" end quote.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
What's this about a star falling?
Trucy:
"Star Falls!" huh... It's like an old telegram! "Send Money, Over".
Brushel:
Zowie! You don't know? That's like a journalism code word. An important personage passes away... a star falls. Get it?
Trucy:
But there's no gravity in space, is there? I wouldn't think stars could fall, really.
Apollo:
...Does this matter?
Brushel:
Hoo boy! This is good stuff, good stuff! How about "Star Breaks"... Nah... lacks punch. I know, I know! "Star Dies". Nah... lacks imagination. Of course, you could go with "Drew Dies". Straight, to the point. I like it.
Apollo:
(I think we need to hear about something a little more substantial...)
The moment of death
Apollo:
Um, about when Mr. Misham passed away...
Brushel:
Hoo boy, what a scene that was! He puts his coffee mug down with a crash, right?
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, and then?
Brushel:
Then the cold finger of Death touches his spine! Life's flame sputters and fails! So cold was that touch, he could do naught but tremble uncontrollably! ...Actually "life's flame" is a little tired. "Life's river froze over"... Yes! That's a go.
Trucy:
...I think he's starting his article already.
Apollo:
Could you describe that a little more simply?
Brushel:
Well, as you can imagine, I was pretty surprised. He hit the floor, as they say. "Artist's Seizure Is Final Performance", end quote.
Klavier:
Atroquinine paralyzes the central nervous system. The body arches back like a bow, the limbs tremble, the throat burns--
Judge:
Th-That's quite enough of that! Some of us want to be able to sleep tonight.
Brushel:
Oh yeah? Well I want details, lots of juicy details!
Klavier:
For that you can listen to our last year's hit single. "Atroquinine, My Love", by the Gavinners. Available at all major music outlets.
Judge:
The point here is that the victim died of atroquinine poisoning. Well, Mr. Justice? How did you find that testimony?
Very important
Apollo:
Well, as an account of the moment of the victim's death, I'd say it's very important. ...Please add it to the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. The court requests the witness add this account to his testimony.
Adds statement "Those spasms... That was definitely death by poison."
Not important
Apollo:
(You'd think the moment of Mr. Misham's death would be important... ...But Mr. Brushel's story really didn't tell us anything we didn't already know.)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Brushel's coffee
Apollo:
So, you drank the coffee that Vera served you, too?
Brushel:
Course. "When someone serves you coffee, you drink it"... That's what my old boss always used to say. Never did get what he meant by it, though.
Apollo:
But you're still alive, which is to say, you didn't die.
Brushel:
Of course not! "No Point Falling Before You're A Star", end quote.
Apollo:
...That's not exactly what I was getting at.
Klavier:
What were you getting at, then? You know the poison was on the rim, not in the coffee.
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes! There were two cups on the tray she brought. And one of the cups had Drew's signature painted on the side.
Apollo:
(Hmm. No chance the guest would take that one by mistake, I guess.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Was that testimony important?
Very important
Apollo:
We're talking about the coffee the witness drank. I'd say that is important!
Judge:
Very well, please add that to your testimony, Mr. Brushel.
Adds statement "I drank the coffee, too, but I'm not dead yet!"
Not important
Apollo:
(So Brushel drank the coffee, too... Doesn't look like this is going to lead to much...)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
The "star's" coffee
Apollo:
You say Mr. Misham had the coffee, too. But did you actually see him "drink" the coffee?
Brushel:
Course! "He Who Sees It Wins, But He Who Says It Wins Bigger", end quote. I live in a man-sees-dog-eat-dog-and-writes-about-it world. Yet...
Apollo:
"Yet"?
Brushel:
I guess I can't say I "saw" him drink it, really. He had one so-called "sip", if that. "Man Puts Lips To Mug, Drinks?" end quote.
Judge:
Hmm. That poison is quite virulent, I hear.
Brushel:
My stomach did a so-called "somersault". Since I'd gulped down that coffee without so much as a second glance at it. Wait, maybe something's there! Some kind of so-called "trick"! Anyone want to venture a guess? For the record?
Apollo:
(Does this guy have a pause button?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Did you find that testimony valuable?
Very important
Apollo:
The victim drank his coffee, then immediately fell over?
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes. You can go to press with that one.
Apollo:
Your Honor! This is a vital piece of information! Please add it to the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. The witness will add this to his testimony.
Brushel:
Vital! Right!
Adds statement "He had one sip, if that. The next moment, he was on the floor!"
Not important
Apollo:
(The coffee Mr. Misham drank... That has to be important somehow... ...Nah.)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Brushel:
Those spasms... That was definitely death by poison.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You say it was "definitely death by poison"... How can you be so sure?
Brushel:
Hey, look, I'm a journalist. I've seen a lot of things. And I've had more than my share of experiences with so-called "poisonings". "Man Eats Fishy Fish, Goes Bye-Bye"... end quote.
Apollo:
(Food poisoning doesn't count. Hmm. Should I get him to talk about something else?)
No need
Apollo:
(Let's just go with what we have for now.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Brushel's coffee
Apollo:
So, you drank the coffee that Vera served you, too?
Brushel:
Course. "When someone serves you coffee, you drink it"... That's what my old boss always used to say. Never did get what he meant by it, though.
Apollo:
But you're still alive, which is to say, you didn't die.
Brushel:
Of course not! "No Point Falling Before You're A Star", end quote.
Apollo:
...That's not exactly what I was getting at.
Klavier:
What were you getting at, then? You know the poison was on the rim, not in the coffee.
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes! There were two cups on the tray she brought. And one of the cups had Drew's signature painted on the side.
Apollo:
(Hmm. No chance the guest would take that one by mistake, I guess.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Was that testimony important?
Very important
Apollo:
We're talking about the coffee the witness drank. I'd say that is important!
Judge:
Very well, please add that to your testimony, Mr. Brushel.
Changes statement from "Those spasms... That was definitely death by poison." to "I drank the coffee, too, but I'm not dead yet!"
Not important
Apollo:
(So Brushel drank the coffee, too... Doesn't look like this is going to lead to much...)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
The "star's" coffee
Apollo:
You say Mr. Misham had the coffee, too. But did you actually see him "drink" the coffee?
Brushel:
Course! "He Who Sees It Wins, But He Who Says It Wins Bigger", end quote. I live in a man-sees-dog-eat-dog-and-writes-about-it world. Yet...
Apollo:
"Yet"?
Brushel:
I guess I can't say I "saw" him drink it, really. He had one so-called "sip", if that. "Man Puts Lips To mug, Drinks?" end quote.
Judge:
Hmm. That poison is quite virulent, I hear.
Brushel:
My stomach did a so-called "somersault". Since I'd gulped down that coffee without so much as a second glance at it. Wait, maybe something's there! Some kind of so-called "trick"! Anyone want to venture a guess? For the record?
Apollo:
(Does this guy have a pause button?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Did you find that testimony valuable?
Very important
Apollo:
The victim drank his coffee, then immediately fell over?
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes. You can go to press with that one.
Apollo:
Your Honor! This is a vital piece of information! Please add it to the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. The witness will add this to his testimony.
Brushel:
Vital! Right!
Changes statement from "Those spasms... That was definitely death by poison." to "He had one sip, if that. The next moment, he was on the floor!"
Not important
Apollo:
(The coffee Mr. Misham drank... That has to be important somehow... ...Nah.)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Brushel:
I drank the coffee, too, but I'm not dead yet!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You're sure you drank the coffee?
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes, quite. I gulped it down, felt that sweet scorch in my throat!
Apollo:
But you say the victim took one sip and fell over. ...And you still kept drinking?
Brushel:
Course! "Drink your coffee when it's hot, never when it's not". That's what my old boss used to always say. Never really knew what he meant by it.
Apollo:
(Hmm. Should I get him to talk about something else?)
No need
Apollo:
(Let's just go with what we have for now.)
Leads back to cross-examination
The moment of death
Apollo:
Um, about when Mr. Misham passed away...
Brushel:
Hoo boy, what a scene that was! He puts his coffee mug down with a crash, right?
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, and then?
Brushel:
Then the cold finger of Death touches his spine! Life's flame sputters and fails! So cold was that touch, he could do naught but tremble uncontrollably! ...Actually "life's flame" is a little tired. "Life's river froze over"... Yes! That's a go.
Trucy:
...I think he's starting his article already.
Apollo:
Could you describe that a little more simply?
Brushel:
Well, as you can imagine, I was pretty surprised. He hit the floor, as they say. "Artist's Seizure Is Final Performance", end quote.
Klavier:
Atroquinine paralyzes the central nervous system. The body arches back like a bow, the limbs tremble, the throat burns--
Judge:
Th-That's quite enough of that! Some of us want to be able to sleep tonight.
Brushel:
Oh yeah? Well I want details, lots of juicy details!
Klavier:
For that you can listen to our last year's hit single. "Atroquinine, My Love", by the Gavinners. Available at all major music outlets.
Judge:
The point here is that the victim died of atroquinine poisoning. Well, Mr. Justice? How did you find that testimony?
Very important
Apollo:
Well, as an account of the moment of the victim's death, I'd say it's very important. ...Please add it to the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. The court requests the witness add this account to his testimony.
Changes statement from "I drank the coffee, too, but I'm not dead yet!" to "Those spasms... That was definitely death by poison."
Not important
Apollo:
(You'd think the moment of Mr. Misham's death would be important... ...But Mr. Brushel's story really didn't tell us anything we didn't already know.)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
The "star's" coffee
Apollo:
You say Mr. Misham had the coffee, too. But did you actually see him "drink" the coffee?
Brushel:
Course! "He Who Sees It Wins, But He Who Says It Wins Bigger", end quote. I live in a man-sees-dog-eat-dog-and-writes-about-it world. Yet...
Apollo:
"Yet"?
Brushel:
I guess I can't say I "saw" him drink it, really. He had one so-called "sip", if that. "Man Puts Lips To mug, Drinks?" end quote.
Judge:
Hmm. That poison is quite virulent, I hear.
Brushel:
My stomach did a so-called "somersault". Since I'd gulped down that coffee without so much as a second glance at it. Wait, maybe something's there! Some kind of so-called "trick"! Anyone want to venture a guess? For the record?
Apollo:
(Does this guy have a pause button?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Did you find that testimony valuable?
Very important
Apollo:
The victim drank his coffee, then immediately fell over?
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes. You can go to press with that one.
Apollo:
Your Honor! This is a vital piece of information! Please add it to the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. The witness will add this to his testimony.
Brushel:
Vital! Right!
Changes statement from "Those spasms... That was definitely death by poison." to "He had one sip, if that. The next moment, he was on the floor!"
Not important
Apollo:
(The coffee Mr. Misham drank... That has to be important somehow... ...Nah.)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Brushel:
He had one sip, if that. The next moment, he was on the floor!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So he either took a sip, or he didn't, and then fell over?
Brushel:
Oh yes! Indubitably! Just like that! Wham bam!
Apollo:
(So Mr. Misham drank the coffee, and fell over immediately... Hmm. I think Brushel's telling the truth, too. Hmm. Should I get him to talk about something else?)
No need
Apollo:
(There's no real need to change the testimony. The problem with the testimony is already pretty obvious!)
Leads back to cross-examination
The moment of death
Apollo:
Um, about when Mr. Misham passed away...
Brushel:
Hoo boy, what a scene that was! He puts his coffee mug down with a crash, right?
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, and then?
Brushel:
Then the cold finger of Death touches his spine! Life's flame sputters and fails! So cold was that touch, he could do naught but tremble uncontrollably! ...Actually "life's flame" is a little tired. "Life's river froze over"... Yes! That's a go.
Trucy:
...I think he's starting his article already.
Apollo:
Could you describe that a little more simply?
Brushel:
Well, as you can imagine, I was pretty surprised. He hit the floor, as they say. "Artist's Seizure Is Final Performance", end quote.
Klavier:
Atroquinine paralyzes the central nervous system. The body arches back like a bow, the limbs tremble, the throat burns--
Judge:
Th-That's quite enough of that! Some of us want to be able to sleep tonight.
Brushel:
Oh yeah? Well I want details, lots of juicy details!
Klavier:
For that you can listen to our last year's hit single. "Atroquinine, My Love", by the Gavinners. Available at all major music outlets.
Judge:
The point here is that the victim died of atroquinine poisoning. Well, Mr. Justice? How did you find that testimony?
Very important
Apollo:
Well, as an account of the moment of the victim's death, I'd say it's very important. ...Please add it to the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. The court requests the witness add this account to his testimony.
Changes statement from "He had one sip, if that. The next moment, he was on the floor!" to "Those spasms... That was definitely death by poison."
Not important
Apollo:
(You'd think the moment of Mr. Misham's death would be important... ...But Mr. Brushel's story really didn't tell us anything we didn't already know.)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Brushel's coffee
Apollo:
So, you drank the coffee that Vera served you, too?
Brushel:
Course. "When someone serves you coffee, you drink it"... That's what my old boss always used to say. Never did get what he meant by it, though.
Apollo:
But you're still alive, which is to say, you didn't die.
Brushel:
Of course not! "No Point Falling Before You're A Star", end quote.
Apollo:
...That's not exactly what I was getting at.
Klavier:
What were you getting at, then? You know the poison was on the rim, not in the coffee.
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes! There were two cups on the tray she brought. And one of the cups had Drew's signature painted on the side.
Apollo:
(Hmm. No chance the guest would take that one by mistake, I guess.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Was that testimony important?
Very important
Apollo:
We're talking about the coffee the witness drank. I'd say that is important!
Judge:
Very well, please add that to your testimony, Mr. Brushel.
Changes statement from "He had one sip, if that. The next moment, he was on the floor!" to "I drank the coffee, too, but I'm not dead yet!"
Not important
Apollo:
(So Brushel drank the coffee, too... Doesn't look like this is going to lead to much...)
Judge:
Very well, please continue with the testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Coffee Mug
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You know what I have a problem with? A particular property of the poison used, atroquinine."
Brushel:
No one else entered the room besides her the whole time.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Can you say that for sure?
Brushel:
For sure? Sure! I'm sure. Drew Studio isn't a big place, kiddo. I'd know it if someone else had come in!
Apollo:
What if they had been hiding in there from before!?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Even if someone had been hiding in the studio... ...they hardly could have poisoned that mug without anyone noticing.
Brushel:
You think I, Spark Brushel, would miss something as obvious as that? Nooooo way.
Trucy:
He sure makes it sound exciting. I guess that's his job.
Apollo:
There's only one moment we need to focus on, really.
Trucy:
...The moment when Drew Misham died?
Apollo:
Exactly. There has to be something there!
Apollo:
You know what I have a problem with? A particular property of the poison used, atroquinine.
Judge:
Oh? Prosecutor Gavin was quite clear about the poison. A lethal dosage of 0.002mg paralyzes the central nervous system. If you drank that, even you, Mr. Justice, would be reduced to a quivering pile...
Apollo:
(Why are you using me as an example!?) Unfortunately, we weren't told everything. There was a vital omission in Prosecutor Gavin's information!
Klavier:
......
Judge:
An omission?
Apollo:
Atroquinine is as virulent as he says. But death doesn't come upon ingestion, not immediately. That's because atroquinine is slow-acting!
Judge:
Slow-acting!
Brushel:
Whatwhatwhatwhat!?
Apollo:
According to one forensic scientist...
Ema:
It's one of the most virulent poisons, but is absorbed into the body astonishingly slowly. It takes at least 15 minutes from the time of ingestion for adverse effects to show.
Apollo:
If we suppose that the moment Mr. Misham sipped the coffee was when he sealed his fate... ...then he would still have had time left to enjoy his last cup of joe!
Judge:
Order! Order!!! What's the meaning of this!? If what the defense says is correct... ...why, that contradicts the entire testimony we've just heard!
Apollo:
Well, Mr. Brushel? Anything to say... on the record!?
Brushel:
Slow-acting. S-L-O-W A-C-T... It was virulent, alright. Even then, it had already begun digging its claws into the journalist.
Trucy:
...He's working on his scoop.
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...It's "Brushel", ja? Herr Brushel... let's take a trip back down memory lane.
Brushel:
Huh?
Klavier:
Did the victim really die the instant he took a sip? Think it over. This is vital.
Brushel:
You know what I think? I think that was... "A Not-So-Subliminal Suggestion"... end quote.
Klavier:
I admit, it does cause a problem if he died when you say he died. ...I would be forced to say auf Wiedersehen to my simple case. And you would be forced to say farewell to your article.
Brushel:
Come again?
Klavier:
You can't write a story based on conjecture, can you? And as the case drags on, other reporters will pick up the scent. ...And you'll be forced to kiss your exclusive scoop goodbye.
Brushel:
Scoop... Scoop... .....................! Look, wait. Just wait a second. Just one second.
Judge:
We're waiting, we're waiting! Out with it!
Brushel:
I think I just recalled a so-called "important detail"! "A Revival of Recollection", end quote! "A Story's Survival", end quote!
Apollo:
"Attorney Utterly Confused", end quote.
Brushel:
Actually, I did notice something when I visited the studio. I'd heard of poison that "takes its sweet time", see!
Klavier:
...But not what I've been saying for the last few minutes, apparently.
Judge:
Mr. Brushel! Are you saying you noticed something that explains what happened!?
Brushel:
You bet I am! The "Antidote For A Poisonous Contradiction", end quote, you might say!
Apollo:
Or "I Still Have No Idea What You're Talking About", end quote, I might say.
Brushel:
I figured it out, but only after an in-depth interview! See, thanks to my journalism skills, I know who poisoned that coffee!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Klavier:
As far as I can tell, the witness is standing by his testimony. ...That Mr. Misham died the instant after he drank.
Brushel:
Of course I'm standing by my testimony! ...And my dream of exclusive rights to this story!
Klavier:
...Ach. I suppose it was too much to hope for.
Apollo:
What was?
Klavier:
Of course he wouldn't choose a simple case, not him.
Judge:
"Him"...?
Klavier:
Phoenix Wright, who else?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Achtung, Herr Brushel! Report for us, if you would. What is it that you noticed?
Brushel:
......
Judge:
This court is a critical trial of the Jurist System. I'm afraid no room for doubt is permissible. You will testify to the court about what you noticed!
Witness Testimony
-- What Brushel Noticed --
Brushel:
When I arrived at the studio, Mr. Misham was at his desk.He seemed to be writing a letter... but he quickly sealed the envelope.I thought nothing of it at the time, of course.Now that I think about it, what if he was writing a suicide note!?
Judge:
Hmm... A suicide note?
Brushel:
Yes... he had this look on his face. "Man's Face Inscrutable As A Quadratic Equation", end quote.
Trucy:
Suicide? Poor Mr. Misham... But that means Vera's innocent!
Apollo:
Would someone commit suicide in the middle of an interview?
Trucy:
Oh.
Judge:
Very well, you may begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- What Brushel Noticed --
Brushel:
When I arrived at the studio, Mr. Misham was at his desk.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Was there anyone at the studio other than Mr. Misham?
Brushel:
Well, his daughter Vera, of course.
Apollo:
Was anyone besides Mr. Misham and Vera present?
Brushel:
Not a single one. Not a cat, not a rat, not even a mouse.
Apollo:
The only person who didn't belong to that studio there... ...was you, wasn't it, Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
Ah. Ah! I know what you're doing! I know your game! "Attorney Uses Classic Ramsden Phenomenon Ploy", end quote.
Klavier:
If you intend to suggest that this reporter is a suspect... ...I'm sure you also intend to present evidence supporting that assertion, correct? In the meantime, let's move along, shall we?
Brushel:
He seemed to be writing a letter... but he quickly sealed the envelope.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So he put the letter away when he saw you?
Brushel:
"Early Reporter Gets Worm", end quote. ...That's my secret!
Apollo:
I'm not sure I follow.
Brushel:
It's the night of the interview. I arrive 15 minutes ahead of schedule! The handle turns, the door opens, and I barge in!
Apollo:
Are you sure that's OK to do? I mean, isn't that unlawful entry, really?
Brushel:
Mr. Misham sure seemed to think so! You shoulda seen him! He crammed his letter into that yellow envelope as fast as he could. I know a secret when I spot one, and that was one!
Judge:
It does seem significant. Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(I wonder... It does have the ring of something important...)
Add to testimony
Apollo:
The defense finds this testimony vital, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well, please add it to the testimony then.
Brushel:
Hey, why not? My "account" comes free of charge!
Adds statement "It was a yellow envelope. ...I heard it was left at the crime scene."
No need
Apollo:
(I can't see what, though. Nothing seemed unusual.) ...It won't be necessary to add this to the testimony, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well, please continue with your testimony!
Brushel:
You got it!
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after adding statement)
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So he put the letter away when he saw you?
Brushel:
"Early Reporter Gets Worm", end quote. ...That's my secret!
Apollo:
I'm not sure I follow.
Brushel:
It's the night of the interview. I arrive 15 minutes ahead of schedule! The handle turns, the door opens, and I barge in!
Apollo:
Are you sure that's OK to do? I mean, isn't that unlawful entry, really?
Brushel:
Mr. Misham sure seemed to think so! You shoulda seen him! He crammed his letter into that yellow envelope as fast as he could. I know a secret when I spot one, and that was one!
Apollo:
Maybe you could tell us a bit more about this envelope?
Brushel:
I thought nothing of it at the time, of course.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You didn't think anything might be wrong at the time?
Brushel:
Hey, when I go in for an interview, that's what I'm there to do. "Interviewer Finds Looking More Effective Than Caring", end quote.
Apollo:
So what about now? Thinking back on it, did you sense anything strange in Mr. Misham's behavior?
Brushel:
Well, yeah, that's why I'm telling you all this to begin with!
Judge:
Very well, continue with your testimony.
Brushel:
Now that I think about it, what if he was writing a suicide note!?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
A "suicide note"...?
Brushel:
Well, yeah, don't quote me or anything. I'm just saying it's a possibility, you know?
Apollo:
So you didn't actually check the letter.
Brushel:
Of course not! It was sealed! "Contents Of Can Unknown Until Can Is Opened", end quote.
Apollo:
...You can always check the label.
Brushel:
It was a yellow envelope. ...I heard it was left at the crime scene.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
And you saw him seal this yellow envelope with the letter?
Brushel:
Hey, don't look at me like that! I saw what I saw.
Trucy:
Apollo! You think this might be...
Apollo:
...Our big break. Yeah. (What I need is to show some decisive evidence now...)
Present Red Envelope
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"As it just so happens, there was a single letter in a desk drawer at the scene."
Trucy:
Do you think Mr. Misham was writing a suicide note?
Apollo:
If he was, that would solve the case in a jiffy.
Trucy:
It kind of makes me wonder about that letter...
Apollo:
As it just so happens, there was a single letter in a desk drawer at the scene. In a red envelope!
Brushel:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin!
Klavier:
...Yes?
Apollo:
Was a yellow envelope found at the scene of the crime?
Klavier:
...Unfortunately no. But, Herr Forehead... ...it's easy to mistake the color of an envelope.
Apollo:
I guess. But not this envelope. You see, it was postmarked already. Seven years ago.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
...I can explain that. Drew, right, he wanted to get that letter in an envelope, pronto! Get it out of sight of my beady eyes, right? So he grabbed the nearest envelope and crammed away!
Apollo:
(And what about the whole red and yellow envelope contradiction, chump!?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Have you anything to say to the witness's claim?
Apollo:
"That night, the victim put a letter he had been writing in a red envelope"...
It's possible
Apollo:
It's entirely possible!
Trucy:
But Apollo! We checked the contents of that envelope yesterday, didn't we?
Apollo:
Oh... You're right! (Gah! The answer was clear if I'd only given it a little thought...)
Leads to:
"...As it just so happens, the defense team investigated the contents of this envelope!"
It's impossible
Apollo:
That's impossible.
Klavier:
Ah, I like your expression. So full of confidence.
Apollo:
It's simple, really.
Leads to:
"...As it just so happens, the defense team investigated the contents of this envelope!"
Apollo:
...As it just so happens, the defense team investigated the contents of this envelope! With, erm, the assistance of a forensic scientist.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Note that this letter is addressed to "Drew Misham".
Brushel:
Oh?
Apollo:
Why would he address a letter to himself? Let alone send a suicide note to himself!
Brushel:
...... I... I've been scooped!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! Mr. Brushel! Can you explain this to the court?
Brushel:
Oh, my, my, my. How could I have forgotten? I suppose this happens to the best of us! "Reporter Gets Old, Forgets Lots", end quote.
Judge:
I'm still waiting for an explanation, Mr. Brushel!
Brushel:
Well, that's the thing, see. After he put his letter in that envelope... ...Mr. Misham sat there searching his desk drawer for something!
Apollo:
His desk drawer...?
Brushel:
Yes! A stamp! A so-called "Postage Stamp", end quote!
Judge:
A stamp? Whatever for?
Brushel:
Well, to mail his letter, what else? And then, why yes, I think I saw him put it in his letter box. Yes, it was a yellow envelope, and he put it in that box!
Judge:
Well, apparently, this yellow letter has nothing to do with this case.
Brushel:
Oh, how I wish it did! Just think if that were a suicide note... What a story! "Star Writes Suicide Note In Front Of Reporter, Falls", end quote.
Judge:
Ahem. As I was saying, that has nothing to do with this case! That said.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
It makes me wonder about the contents of that red envelope. $100,000 is quite a good deal of money!
Klavier:
So this was from seven years ago, ja...?
Brushel:
...! So, am I finished? Here, I mean. Am I finished here? I was thinking of, you know, going home, to start writing...
Apollo:
...Um, I hate to state what should be pretty obvious to anyone... ...but when you catch the scent of a story... ...you make that... er, rather unique face.
Brushel:
Ack! C-C'mon! "Attorney Has Active Imagination, Little Else", end quote.
Judge:
Even I noticed something, and my eyes aren't what they used to be. You know, I'm starting to understand what all this "perceiving" stuff is about!
Apollo:
("Judge Has Active Imagination"... end quote.)
Judge:
Please, continue with your testimony. Tell us about the scent of a story!
Brushel:
Hey... I'm the one asking the questions here. Usually.
Witness Testimony
-- The Scent Of A Story --
Brushel:
Actually, it took a bit of work to get a thumbs-up on the interview."Reporter Leverages Story, Gets His Interview", end quote.The story concerned a certain case from seven years ago.That red envelope probably had something to do with it.Say what you will, but Drew's talent was without compare.
Judge:
So you threatened to go to press with this "story"? That's how you got your interview? Blackmail?
Brushel:
Well, yes. ... I mean no! No, no, no, no! It wasn't exactly black... I mean, I'm not... urk!
Judge:
...Something wrong, Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
L-Look! This is my story! My tidbit! "Journalist's Into Is Livelihood", end quote.
Judge:
...I see.
Brushel:
While you have me chatting away in here, what's going on out there? What if some Wally Wordsworth or Sally Scooper gets wind of my story? They could be going to press while I'm going to waste!
Judge:
The court feels your pain, Mr. Brushel. Mr. Justice, let's pick up the pace.
Apollo:
(A certain case, seven years ago... Wait... "seven years ago"?)
Trucy:
...?
Cross Examination
-- The Scent Of A Story --
Brushel:
Actually, it took a bit of work to get a thumbs-up on the interview.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
The victim, Drew Misham, had an aversion to reporters?
Brushel:
Boy, I guess. Not even my considerable charms did much for him. Until I finally got my thumbs-up, that is.
Klavier:
Maybe you can elaborate on that a bit for us?
Brushel:
"Reporter Leverages Story, Gets His Interview", end quote.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
...Exactly what sort of story was this?
Brushel:
Oh a little one. Like I said. "Nothing More, Nothing Less, Nothing In-Between", end quote. I might have suggested I had a lead on this particular story. But I didn't threaten, or cajole, or nothing! Honest!
Apollo:
(So a suggestion was enough to get an interview? Mr. Misham must have really wanted to keep it under wraps...)
Brushel:
The story concerned a certain case from seven years ago.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
A certain case, seven years ago? Tell us! What case!?
Brushel:
Let me state one thing, Mr. Attorney, and you can quote me on this! I... can't talk about that case!
Apollo:
Wh-Why not!?
Brushel:
It's about journalistic pride, and staunchness, and credibility, and connections! "Journalist Reveals Sources Only Over His Dead Body", end quote. So what'll it be? Gonna strangle me? Dead men don't tell tales, Mr. Attorney!
Apollo:
(He sounds pretty determined not to talk.)
Trucy:
Hmm. Our chances of breaking his will aren't looking good.
Brushel:
That red envelope probably had something to do with it.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
On the one hand we have your "story", and on the other, this letter. What makes you think the two are related?
Brushel:
Oh! Ah, er, I was just saying it's possible. Call it "Reporter's Intuition", end quote. Hey, I say a lot of things. You going to pick all of them apart? Be my guest!
Apollo:
(All of them? No. Just the incredibly suspicious ones.)
Judge:
...I see. Anything else to add about Mr. Misham?
Brushel:
Say what you will, but Drew's talent was without compare.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Just how amazing was "Mr. Misham's talent"?
Brushel:
Huh? Hoo wee, boy. I mean, hey! He's a star, man, a star! The flow of his brush is like a great, undulating river across the canvas! "Artist's Paints Light Up Studio Like Sun", end quote.
Apollo:
(This guy is full of wacky gestures... But that one just now was wackier than usual.)
Trucy:
He looks kind of nervous to me, Apollo.
Apollo:
Definitely. I'm sensing something different than before here... (Maybe it's time to bring out you-know-what...)
Perceive sweating armpit on "but Drew's talent"
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Leads to:
"Sweat much, Mr. Brushel?"
Trucy:
...That testimony left a bad taste in my mouth.
Apollo:
It all makes sense. Nothing jumps out as ridiculous.
Trucy:
I wonder what this "story" he's talking about is? It must have been good, to get an interview with a famous recluse like that.
Apollo:
(Something powerful enough to drag Drew Misham out of hiding. I wonder... Maybe it had something to do with Mr. Misham's art?)
Apollo:
Sweat much, Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
Urk! Eh, yeah, well... ...a man can't help his glands, you know!
Apollo:
It's more than that. When "Mr. Misham's talent" was mentioned... ...you suddenly began to sweat buckets.
Brushel:
...Ack!
Apollo:
You're hiding something... about his talent!
Brushel:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat! Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-That's r-r-r-ridiculous!
Apollo:
(Evidence time. Let's show where Mr. Misham's true "talent" lay!) It just so happens I have evidence showing the "talent" mentioned in that letter!
Present Hidden Painting
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This painting was found in Mr. Misham's studio."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Brushel:
Er, I can't help but wonder what the court is supposed to conclude from this evidence?
Apollo:
Oh...
Brushel:
Other than that you've made a horrible mistake? "Man Burns Bridge, Forgets To Cross First", end quote.
Apollo:
(...Let's try that again. All I have to do is reveal what Mr. Misham really was. That shouldn't be so hard, right?)
Leads back to:
"It just so happens I have evidence showing the "talent" mentioned in that letter!"
Apollo:
This painting was found in Mr. Misham's studio.
Brushel:
...!
Apollo:
There are two problems with this painting. The first is it wasn't painted by Mr. Misham. The second is that there was another painting in the studio... ...which looked exactly like this one. Except it was only half done!
Brushel:
......
Apollo:
Then we have a letter discussing a payment of $100,000. Which suggests a certain business operation. The business of making forgeries!
Brushel:
Aoooooooooooooogg!
Apollo:
...That is all, Your Honor.
Brushel:
Everyone! Please, everyone! Can we keep this private? Please!? This is my story! My scoop!
Judge:
Forgery... that's a serious crime!
Brushel:
Drew Misham is known as an artist these days. But there were rumors he dabbled in another kind of art until a few years back.
Judge:
"Another art" meaning... forgery?
Brushel:
Drew Misham was talented, alright. Talented at making precise, detailed fakes. A fact that certain criminal elements were quick to discover.
Apollo:
Criminal elements...? What...!? You can't seriously be talking about...
Brushel:
...Exactly. I'm talking about forging evidence! The rumors started circulating seven years ago.
Judge:
S-Seven years ago...? So, are we to understand that this letter... ...this payment of $100,000 was for...?
Brushel:
...Exactly. "Forged Evidence Nets Tidy Profit", end quote.
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Why, it's like our victim was living a double life!
Apollo:
(Ah ha! This is my chance!) So the victim had ties to the criminal world, right? He could have had plenty of enemies we know nothing about!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
This is my first time hearing of this "criminal world". We certainly found no criminal connections when we conducted our investigation.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
But how do you explain all this money? You have to admit there's a possibility of some illegal activity here!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...But there is no proof tying this letter to our case.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
...Our case was, and remains, simple from the beginning. Only the defendant could have poisoned that mug that night. And, you, of course.
Brushel:
Hey, hey, hey, the only thing I poison is my pen... when I'm writing reviews!
Judge:
Mr. Brushel, your testimony to this point has been quite unreliable. ...It doesn't speak well of your reporting acumen.
Brushel:
What're you talking about!? My journalism is rock solid! "Journalism So Solid, You Could Stand An Elephant On It", end quote.
Judge:
In any case... Let's hear a summarized recap of your testimony. If we can ascertain the situation in that studio from the recap, the trial is over.
Trucy:
Apollo! What's he talking about?
Apollo:
The cross-examination showed Mr. Brushel didn't have reason or means to poison him. As long as there're no other suspects... ...then the killer had to be Vera. That's what. ...This next testimony is our last chance!
Judge:
Mr. Brushel, your testimony please!
Witness Testimony
-- The Interview: A Recap --
Brushel:
The only other person in the studio that night was the defendant.It was Vera who poured the coffee. She's admitted as much herself.The only thing that touched Drew's lips during the interview was that mug.And nothing left that studio after he died. Nothing....Clearly, the only one who could have poisoned him was his daughter!
Klavier:
A nice testimony. Clear, succinct... and without room for doubt.
Brushel:
Aw... Shucks. You really think so?
Judge:
I believe this clarifies the situation that night. Very well, Mr. Justice. You may begin your final cross-examination!
Apollo:
R-Right... (...I still have one trump card left to play. And I won't let this trial end until I use it!)
Cross Examination
-- The Interview: A Recap --
Brushel:
The only other person in the studio that night was the defendant.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But that doesn't prove Vera poisoned it!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
How many times have we heard that one, Herr Forehead? The poison reached its victim via that coffee mug. And from where did that coffee come, hmm?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Not to beat a dead horse again, and again, but perhaps you could fill us in?
Brushel:
I'm on it! You need a horse beat? I'm your man!
Brushel:
It was Vera who poured the coffee. She's admitted as much herself.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
And you witnessed her pouring the coffee?
Brushel:
Course I didn't witness it! When she came in with that tray... ...the coffee was already poured and a-steamin'.
Klavier:
...Let us not forget the defendant has admitted to pouring the coffee herself. I heard her statement: "I poured, I served, and I killed."
Apollo:
...Wha--!?
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha ha. That last part was just a little joke.
Apollo:
(I don't think I'm going to get anywhere with this coffee mug. I need to find another weak spot in this case.)
Brushel:
The only thing that touched Drew's lips during the interview was that mug.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
...You're sure about that?
Brushel:
Well, to be really, really, precise... ...I was busy gobbling mint candies the whole time.
Apollo:
One of those candies might have been poisoned!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Yet, at the time of the autopsy, no fresh fragrance of mint filled the room. ...And no "mint residue" was found.
Apollo:
...! (It was a long shot anyway.)
Klavier:
Don't tell me you're still trying to prove this? You think the victim ate, drank, or otherwise ingested something other than coffee?
Judge:
Hmm. Well, Mr. Justice? If you have some proof...
Apollo:
(The possibility is there, I can feel it. Just maybe not prove it, not yet. And possibility isn't going to cut it, not now!) Mr. Misham ingested that poison via a route other than that coffee!
I can prove it. (before changing fourth statement)
Apollo:
Proof... is possible. (I gotta risk it...)
Judge:
Oh? Excellent. Let's see your proof then. Please show us your evidence! What evidence shows that the victim wasn't poisoned via his coffee mug?
Present anything
Apollo:
Take that!
Klavier:
Must I explain this over and over and over? We don't need possibilities, here, Herr Forehead. We need proof.
Apollo:
I-I know that!
Klavier:
You should also know that every proof has its moment. Perhaps you're a bit early?
Judge:
...I can tell you what we know at this point: The victim put nothing to his mouth but that coffee mug.
Apollo:
(*sigh* Another hole in this case that needs plugging before I can prove anything. But first things first. I'd better uncover a weak spot before I try to strike again!)
Judge:
On with the cross-examination!
Leads back to cross-examination
I can prove it. (after changing fourth statement)
Leads to:
"Proof is... possible."
Not yet (before changing fourth statement)
Apollo:
It... can't be proven.
Klavier:
...I do believe our little Forehead is growing up. Pity. We liked the rash, youthful Forehead best.
Apollo:
(*sigh* Another hole in this case that needs plugging before I can prove anything. But first things first. I'd better uncover a weak spot before I try to strike again!)
Judge:
On with the cross-examination!
Leads back to cross-examination
Not yet (after changing fourth statement)
Apollo:
It... can't be proven.
Klavier:
...I do believe our little Forehead is growing up. Pity. We liked the rash, youthful Forehead best.
Apollo:
(Wait a second... We already know a letter might have left the studio that night. Couldn't that have opened another path for poisoning? The situation's already changed... I just need to take advantage of it!)
Judge:
Let's continue with the cross-examination.
Leads back to cross-examination
Brushel:
And nothing left that studio after he died. Nothing.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Not one thing...? You're sure?
Brushel:
Yep, sure as sure can be. ...Well, with one exception.
Judge:
One exception!? What!?
Brushel:
"Journalist Spark Brushel Does Interview, Leaves Studio", end quote. Ah. Ah ha ha! C'mon! It's a joke! Get it? Not funny, I know, but still!
Apollo:
(Did something leave the studio that night? Why does that sound familiar? Where have I heard something like that before...?)
Judge:
Now that we've proven our witness is a comedian of sorts... ...I'd like to turn to our defense attorney before returning to the testimony. Do you have any idea what, if anything, might have left the studio that night?
Not a thing
Apollo:
...... (I can't think of a single thing!) ...If anything did leave, wouldn't Mr. Brushel have noticed?
Brushel:
That I would, that I would! Nothing left! Save myself, of course.
Judge:
Say that again and you'll be held in contempt of court. Let's get back to the cross-examination, then!
Leads back to cross-examination
Just one thing
Apollo:
I think one thing might very well have left the studio that night, actually. A certain something that has vanished from the crime scene.
Judge:
By which you mean... ...something other than our witness?
Apollo:
...Of course.
Klavier:
Don't tell me. "Vera Misham"?
Apollo:
Believe me, any comic relief I may provide is entirely unintentional.
Judge:
Then, let's see what you've got for us, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
Well, this thing wasn't at the scene of the crime, so I can't show it to you. But I do have evidence that shows how it could have been taken from the scene!
Present Letter Box
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This is the only link between that studio and the outside world."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
......
Klavier:
......
Brushel:
...I find Prosecutor Gavin more amusing than this guy, really.
Klavier:
If that was comic relief, why do I not feel amused?
Judge:
We want evidence, not entertainment, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(There goes my career in stand-up...)
Leads back to:
"Well, this thing wasn't at the scene of the crime, so I can't show it to you."
Apollo:
This is the only link between that studio and the outside world.
Judge:
A letter box?
Apollo:
What did Mr. Brushel just tell us? When he entered the studio on the night of the murder... ...the victim had just finished writing a letter!
Brushel:
Yeah, I said that. And yeah, it was true.
Apollo:
Furthermore, you went on to tell us... ...that he put the letter in a yellow envelope and put it in the letter box.
Judge:
Ah...!
Apollo:
But that very same letter box was empty! In other words... ...that night, the "yellow envelope" disappeared!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Ah, yes, intriguing. So an envelope has disappeared from the scene of the crime. Of course... this changes nothing.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Judge:
He has a point, Mr. Justice. What we're trying to figure out here is how the poison got into Mr. Misham. Is it really important that this envelope the witness says he saw disappeared?
Apollo:
Well, if it did disappear, then something did leave the studio that night. That seems very important to me!
Judge:
Very well then. The witness will add this to his testimony.
Brushel:
You got it.
Klavier:
...I still think this fails to change anything, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
(I wouldn't be so sure. A letter disappeared from the crime scene that night... This is exactly the opening I've been looking for!)
Changes statement from "And nothing left that studio after he died. Nothing." to "A letter was put in the post from the studio, but I hardly think that matters."
Brushel:
A letter was put in the post from the studio, but I hardly think that matters.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Nothing could be more serious than an envelope disappearing from that studio! And you were hiding that fact from us!
Brushel:
Er, yes, well, actually...
Klavier:
I don't argue the possibility that a letter disappeared from that studio. ...But Herr Forehead, isn't there a much more serious question before us?
Apollo:
(...Right, how Mr. Misham was poisoned. I know. But Mr. Brushel's testimony has changed, which means the facts of the case have, too. And what he's told us means something entirely different now, I'm starting to think.)
Trucy:
Let's keep thinking, Apollo!
Brushel:
...Clearly, the only one who could have poisoned him was his daughter!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You say "clearly" as though it were obvious. But this claim that the defendant poisoned the victim is merely conjecture!
Brushel:
Ah, yes, well, you see... In my business, it's all about making the most ridiculous things sound right. A bad habit, I know.
Judge:
......
Klavier:
......
Brushel:
Yes, well, er, actually... ...I guess this is more a case of "Ridiculous Journalist Sounds Wrong", end quote.
Judge:
The court is forced to agree with you. Please refrain from wild conjecture.
Brushel:
Understoodloudandclear!
Apollo:
(If only I could believe that.)
Trucy:
What do you think, Apollo? Everything he's saying seems so... not flawed!
Apollo:
...Well, that's kind of what you want from a testimony, really. (...I need to keep my eye on what matters. How, and why, was Drew Misham, killed? Vera poured the coffee, that's not going to change. But if that coffee didn't kill him, I need to find what did... and prove it!)
Apollo:
Proof is... possible. (Here goes nothing...)
Klavier:
You do understand what we need, ja? Proof, Herr Forehead. Not "possibilities".
Apollo:
Of course. And, Prosecutor Gavin, I hope you understand... ...I'm ready to give you that proof.
Klavier:
Wh-What did you say?
Apollo:
I have proof of the disappearing envelope!
Brushel:
I saw him writing a letter, I did!
Judge:
...Which was picked up by the mailman, I assume?
Apollo:
Of course, which means... ...that envelope had a stamp on it.
Judge:
A stamp... Ah..................
Apollo:
As we all know, stamps come with dried glue on the back. In order to use the glue you have to wet it... ...by licking the stamp!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Feh. No one worth talking to actually licks stamps in this day and age.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Even if you wanted to talk to him, you couldn't. ...He's dead, after all.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
OK, so he licked the stamp. But wait! How does that explain the atroquinine on the rim of the coffee mug?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
If he licked the back of a poisoned stamp, the poison would get on his tongue, yes? What would then happen if he put the coffee mug to his mouth, hmm?
Klavier:
...!
Apollo:
Those traces on the mug weren't the killer's doing! It was the other way around!
Judge:
What!?
Apollo:
The coffee mug didn't poison Mr. Misham... ...Mr. Misham poisoned the coffee mug himself!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! B-But that doesn't... Does it?
Apollo:
Recall, if you would... ...atroquinine is a slow-acting poison, yes? The poison entered his body when he put the stamp on that envelope. But his time wasn't up until the very moment he touched his lips to that cup of joe.
Judge:
You have something to add, Mr. Brushel?
Apollo:
(Uh oh. His nose is picking up another scent...)
Brushel:
As I believe I mentioned earlier.
Brushel:
Well, that's the thing, see. After he put his letter in that envelope... ...Mr. Misham sat there searching his desk drawer for something! Yes! A stamp! A so-called "Postage Stamp", end quote!
Brushel:
But you know, I don't seem to remember him ever finding one.
Judge:
Maybe he'd just run out?
Klavier:
Incidentally, we searched the desk drawer at the scene of the crime. There were no stamps. Not a single one.
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
Hmm, that does pose a problem. How will you prove that the stamp was coated with poison?
Apollo:
Actually, I'm glad no other stamps were found. It makes proving the stamp he used was poisoned possible!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha. ...Good show, good show. You can't even prove there was a stamp at the scene in the first place!
Judge:
...Well, let's hear what the defense has to say anyway. Where's your evidence that proves the existence of this poisoned stamp?
Present Tiny Frame
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Well, that certainly is a cute little frame. And by little, I mean really little."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...... Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
I think our beloved attorney has been licking too many stamps in his free time.
Apollo:
(Grr... Do you smile like that when you torture all your victims, or just me?)
Judge:
Take care that we don't lick you and stick you in the letter box, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(...I think I'm making this out to be way more complicated than it really is. That stamp would have left a small atroquinine residue on something... But what?)
Leads back to:
"...Well, let's hear what the defense has to say anyway."
Judge:
Well, that certainly is a cute little frame. And by little, I mean really little.
Apollo:
It was on the victim's desk, Your Honor. ...Quite empty, as you can see for yourself.
Klavier:
I noticed that too during my inspection. So what?
Apollo:
Ah, apparently you weren't as observant as you should have been. You see, when you saw this frame, it was missing something quite important.
Judge:
"Missing" something...?
Apollo:
Yes. A pale bluish stain on the inside of the frame... Atroquinine residue!
Klavier:
What!? Why wasn't I told about this!?
Apollo:
The frame is only two inches square. The face of the frame is even smaller. Maybe an inch wide at most.
Klavier:
You aren't saying...
Apollo:
...Oh, but I am. Tell me: what fits in such a small frame? A commemorative stamp, perhaps?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! The poisoned stamp was in this frame...!?
Klavier:
Impossible!
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Gavin...!
Klavier:
Why would he put something like that on his desk? Don't tell me he had it there so he could commit suicide if the mood struck!
Brushel:
You know, can I say something? I had a thought, see!
Judge:
What, Mr. Brushel, and please stop jittering around like that!
Brushel:
The victim was a forger, right? There's a lot of money in that line of work. "Forger Forges Friends, Makes Enemies, Too", end quote.
Apollo:
So the poisoned stamp might have been a murder weapon, aimed at him!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Oh, rich. That's rich. Leave the ridiculous flights of fancy to the Gavinners's song lyrics, please.
Apollo:
(Finally, something we agree on.)
Klavier:
The stamp was a "murder weapon"? Nonsense! Murder is a simple business. Who would go to such lengths? No one.
Apollo:
Oh, I disagree.
Klavier:
C-Come again...?
Apollo:
Recall, if you would, the victim's reclusive lifestyle. Drew Misham hid from the world. He avoided meetings. His only contact with the outside world... was the mail.
Judge:
The... mail!
Apollo:
Now, if you wanted to kill someone you couldn't meet, but you knew read letters... ...a stamp would be the perfect weapon!
Klavier:
Ridiculous! Where's your proof? I want proof! Show us evidence that this poisoned stamp was sent to him... as a murder weapon!
Apollo:
(I might not have "evidence" per se... But things are finally starting to come together!)
Trucy:
Wh-What is it, Apollo? Your fists are trembling!
Apollo:
I think I know what happened! I don't believe it... but I can see it! I think I know how Mr. Misham was killed!
Judge:
Well, fill us in, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...A certain piece of evidence points to the truth, Your Honor. I can show you how someone with the intent to kill sent Mr. Misham the stamp of death!
Present Red Envelope
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Isn't this the envelope... the one from seven years ago?"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...... I'm not sure it's entirely clear to me what this proves, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Huh...? (Was I wrong?)
Klavier:
I believe we have shown probable "intent to kill". Except the killer would be Herr Judge, and the victim, you!
Apollo:
Yeeeeargh!
Judge:
Consider that a warning, Mr. Justice. Think before presenting next time.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. (Let's think this one over again.)
Leads back to:
"...A certain piece of evidence points to the truth, Your Honor."
Judge:
Isn't this the envelope... the one from seven years ago?
Apollo:
Think about the text of the letter again. There were two pages in the envelope. This is page one. ...And this is page two. I want to draw your attention to one phrase in particular. "...Send in the enclosed envelope with the enclosed stamp within 3 days." The enclosed stamp, Your Honor.
Judge:
Ah...!
Brushel:
In other words, if I have this straight... "The Stamp! Poison! On The Stamp! Lick, Lick, Gasp..." end quote!
Apollo:
Now, what if he had done exactly as the letter asked?
Trucy:
He would sign the document, put it in the envelope... and put the stamp on it, right? Then he would put it in his letter box...!
Apollo:
Fifteen minutes wouldn't have elapsed between affixing the stamp, and mailing the letter. But the clock started ticking, and when the time came... he drew his last breath. And the murder weapon would be taken away from the scene.
Judge:
...Quite conveniently, thanks to the postal system!
Klavier:
...Such a splendid imagination you have, Herr Forehead!
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Let me confirm one thing with you, if I might. So, this "poisoned stamp" was inside this envelope from seven years ago... ja? Is that what you'd have us believe? Really?
Apollo:
...W-Well...
Trucy:
It is a little bit of a stretch, but there's a possibility.
Klavier:
Yes. A very small possibility. How small, I wonder?
Trucy:
Um...
Klavier:
A poisoned stamp in this envelope? A stamp that then became the murder weapon? How do you intend to prove this seeming coincidence?
Trucy:
W-Well...
Apollo:
(Ack! It was seven years ago, and we don't even know who sent that letter!)
Klavier:
And your answer... is silence, I see. Very well! I move to...
???:
...It's not nice to pick on the Fräulein, Klavier.
Klavier:
...!
Apollo:
Ah... Ema!
Ema:
Well? Like my Kristoph Gavin impression? Did I sound like him?
Apollo:
...Don't quit your day job.
Klavier:
Don't you have a crime scene to be looking after, Fräulein Detective?
Ema:
Someone had to come dig you all out of the mess you're making of this case.
Apollo:
Mess...?
Ema:
You know, none of this would happen if you just trusted in science a little more. You can find out if that stamp was in that envelope, easy.
Klavier:
Care to explain yourself, Fräulein Detective?
Ema:
Glare at me all you want, but science is on my side. It's all in the residue, right?
Apollo:
That's right! The poison detection spray...
Judge:
Produce the red envelope at once! You can open it on the authority of the court!
Spray on bottom right
Leads to:
"Well! Would you look at that!"
Judge:
Well! Would you look at that!
Ema:
No mistaking it. That's atroquinine residue!
Judge:
I-I don't believe it... A murder weapon from the past... Now, seven years later, it bares its fangs at last!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Absolutely outrageous! ...Tell me why! Why didn't this murder take place seven years ago!?
Apollo:
Well, um...
Ema:
There's one possibility. Maybe Mr. Misham figured it out.
Judge:
Figured what out?
Ema:
He realized that the person who sent that letter wanted him dead. So he sent his reply with a different stamp.
Judge:
...And put his decisive evidence in a frame.
Hold it!
Brushel:
......
Judge:
Ack! You're still here!?
Brushel:
C-Can I make a statement here, on the record? I, Spark "Razortooth" Brushel, claim this scoop as mine! "Drew Misham Killed In Cold Blood... ...By Sender Of Seven-Year-Old Letter!" end quote. Hmm, no, maybe something more succinct. "Star Falls After 7 Year Delay", end quote.
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! I see no room for further argument here. Though I admit, this is all coming as quite a shock. To think that the murder weapon reached his mouth after seven years...! "Stamp Is Ticket Straight To Afterlife", end quote!
Trucy:
Uh oh. I think the witness is a bad influence on our judge.
Judge:
...I see no need for further debate on this matter. The sender of that letter seven years ago could hardly have been our defendant!
Trucy:
A-Apollo!
Apollo:
I think we just won!
Judge:
...Very well! This court finds the defendant...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Is this the bright future of our legal system?
Judge:
Prosecutor... Gavin?
Klavier:
A ticket to the afterlife from seven years ago...? Tickets for Gavinners's shows are invalid after two weeks.
Judge:
B-But it doesn't make sense any other way!
Klavier:
...It boggles my mind that so many people haven't noticed this. There's a fatal contradiction in Herr Forehead's claim!
Apollo:
A c-contradiction?
Klavier:
A poisoned stamp was placed in this envelope seven years ago. Whereupon it was framed, until now. If that's the case, then why would Drew Misham have done what he did?
Apollo:
E-Ema explained that! He must have realized it was poisoned!
Klavier:
...Therein lies the rub.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Seven years ago, the forger Drew Misham sensed a trap, and put the stamp in a frame. I do not debate this. ...But this begs the question. Why, seven years later, did he use that stamp on the night of the murder?
Apollo:
Ah...!
Klavier:
Surely, you don't mean to suggest that Mr. Misham simply "forgot"? He put the murder weapon in a frame on his desk for seven years... and forgot? You expect us to believe he sprang the trap on himself?
Apollo:
...... Uh... Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!
Judge:
While I admit, this is all quite shocking, myself... ...it does seem highly unlikely that he would fall afoul of a trap... ...that had been sitting on his desk for seven years!
Trucy:
A-Apollo!
Apollo:
I don't think we're winning anymore.
Klavier:
Ah, I'm glad to see we're all back in the real world now. Welcome back to reality! We've been waiting for you.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
OK... Then how do you explain the poisoned stamp that was in this envelope?
Klavier:
The "poisoned stamp"...? Where exactly is this poisoned stamp, again? Have you brought it to court for us?
Apollo:
Uh...
Klavier:
I see no proof that such a thing ever existed.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
What about the atroquinine residue, huh!?
Klavier:
Oh, I agree, that does seem to be atroquinine residue. But, Herr Forehead, it's certainly no stamp.
Apollo:
...! Y-Yeah, but...
Klavier:
Even if your precious poisoned stamp did exist... ...Drew Misham never would have used it. ...That is all.
Apollo:
...... Urk.
Judge:
I believe we've come to a conclusion. Again.
Trucy:
A-Apollo! Were we wrong the whole time?
Apollo:
I-I can't believe it! The poison traces match up! It can't be coincidence!
Judge:
I'd like to bring some closure to this issue, sometime this year. ...Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
Let's review the facts, and see where we stand. Seven years ago, Drew Misham received a red envelope. There were traces of the poison atroquinine on the document inside that envelope. A similar trace was also found at the crime scene... ...on this tiny picture frame. The defense has indicated the possibility of a yellow envelope. An envelope that left the scene of the crime with the poisoned stamp on it.
Klavier:
Yes, but even if this envelope contained a poisoned stamp... ...and Drew Misham, knowing this, put it in a frame... ...he never would have used that stamp!
Judge:
...I'm afraid you're right. Which means there is a fatal flaw in the defense's case!
Apollo:
(I haven't been on the wrong track this whole time, I'm sure of it! The traces of atroquinine, the envelope, the frame... ...and Drew Misham's mysterious death... They're all connected somehow!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice, do you have a conclusion for us?
Apollo:
...The defense stands by its case, Your Honor. We've seen that the logical outcome of the evidence makes no sense. Which means that one of our clues... must be a fake.
Klavier:
Ah, a fake clue? Fascinating! And if we find this fake, your wild fantasies will prove quite reasonable, ja?
Apollo:
The fake clue that's thrown us off the poison's trail is none other than...
the red envelope.
Judge:
This red envelope... is a fake?
Apollo:
...Without a doubt, Your Honor.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Wasn't it you who presented this evidence to the court?
Apollo:
...Oh.
Trucy:
Hold on a second, Apollo! The poison on that envelope, the frame, and the coffee mug... They're all connected somehow!
Apollo:
Oh... right! (*sigh* I can hear it already. "It looks like the fake... was you, Herr Forehead!")
Trucy:
Now's no time for wallowing in self-pity! Let's get thinking, Apollo!
Leads back to:
"The fake clue that's thrown us off the poison's trail is none other than..."
the frame.
Judge:
This frame... is the "fake" clue?
Apollo:
...Without a doubt, Your Honor.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Wasn't it you who presented this evidence to the court?
Apollo:
...Oh.
Trucy:
Hold on a second, Apollo! The poison on that envelope, the frame, and the coffee mug... They're all connected somehow!
Apollo:
Oh... right! (*sigh* I can hear it already. "It looks like the fake... was you, Herr Forehead!")
Trucy:
We can flog ourselves later, Apollo! Now's the time for thinking!
Leads back to:
"The fake clue that's thrown us off the poison's trail is none other than..."
Drew Misham.
Leads to:
"Th-the victim was a "fake clue"? I'm afraid I don't understand."
Judge:
Th-the victim was a "fake clue"? I'm afraid I don't understand.
Apollo:
...I'll explain. We have an envelope, a frame, and a mug, linked by poison. That all makes sense. What doesn't make sense is the victim himself!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Congratulations. You've completely lost me. So the fake evidence is none other than the master of fake himself, the forger? ...It makes a good story, I'll give you that.
Apollo:
(The fake clue... Fakes... forgeries...) Ah...!
Trucy:
I know that face! That's the "I just had an idea" face!
Apollo:
I don't know if I'm right... but I'm going with it anyway! What if our "forger" is the "fake"!?
Klavier:
...Come again?
Apollo:
Seven years ago, our forger sniffed a trap, and stepped aside. ...Seven years passed. Now the forger stumbles into that very same trap, and dies. ...Why?
Judge:
That's what I want to know!
Apollo:
Because the forger who was killed... was a fake.
Klavier:
Here we are again. The victim... was a "fake"?
Apollo:
One forger smelled the trap. One forger fell into the trap. That's two forgers! And one of them was a fake!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!!
Klavier:
So you are telling us that Drew Misham, the victim, was a fake? Well, if he was the fake, who was the real forger? You'd better not be claiming there was some kind of switcheroo?
Judge:
...I'm afraid you're going to have to back up your story. Mr. Justice. Show us just who the real Drew Misham was!
Apollo:
(If Drew Misham wasn't the real forger... ...there's only one other person it could have been!) ...Understood, Your Honor. Forger Drew Misham was himself a forgery! The real forger was...!
Present Vera Misham profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There can be only one explanation, really."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
......
Klavier:
......
Brushel:
......
Apollo:
(Ack! "Attorney Makes Wild Claim, Becomes Subject Of Mass Ridicule"... end quote! Better come up with something quick before that story goes to print...!)
Leads back to:
"Forger Drew Misham was himself a forgery!"
Apollo:
There can be only one explanation, really. The real identity of the forger known as Drew Misham is none other than... ...his only daughter, Vera Misham!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ...Mr. Justice! This is going out on a limb, even for you!
Trucy:
I kinda agree. I mean, Vera, a forger?
Apollo:
Let's consider it before you write it off entirely. If you look at the paintings in the studio, one fact becomes quite clear. Forgery had been taking place in that studio for quite some time! The forger wasn't caught in that trap seven years ago. This can only mean that the one who was caught in the trap wasn't the forger!
Judge:
Well... Actually, that does make a certain kind of sense.
Apollo:
One more thing! Only two sets of fingerprints were found in the forger's studio. Drew Misham's... and Vera Misham's.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
If we know that Drew Misham wasn't the forger... ...that leaves only one possibility, by process of elimination. The forger was Vera Misham. ...Well?
Klavier:
...... ...Fascinating!
Judge:
Vera Misham...?
Vera:
......
Judge:
You've been paying attention to the trial so far?
Vera:
......
Klavier:
Let's just ask her and be done with it, shall we? Who are you? Who is the forger, Drew Misham?
Vera:
...... ...! ......
Apollo:
(Was that... an expression of emotion I saw on her face? She's staring holes into Prosecutor Gavin's face...)
Klavier:
...I'm used to being stared at by Fräuleins, believe me. Though they usually talk to me, too. Tell us. Were you the one who forged those works of art?
Vera:
...... ...Yes...
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
So... so the forger, Drew Misham was... you!?
Vera:
...... ...Yes, it was me...
Judge:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Apollo:
(The court was in an uproar, and it wasn't coming down. We had to break for a ten minute recess.)
To be continued.
October 8, 1:24 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 6
Trucy:
OK... So where exactly does this leave us, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, the Drew Misham who was killed... ...wasn't "Drew Misham the forger", basically.
Trucy:
Huh? Well then, who was he?
Apollo:
Well "he" was actually...
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(...Doing her nails.) So, you really made those forgeries?
Vera:
...... ...Yes... For Father... ...I know it was wrong...
Trucy:
Could you tell us how it happened?
Vera:
...... ...My father was a painter... ...I love painting ever since I was a child... ...One day, Father saw it in me... ...He saw that I had the "talent"...
Trucy:
The talent... for making forgeries?
Vera:
...How should I say it? It was not only paintings I made... ...Given the materials, I could make... anything...
Apollo:
Anything...?
Vera:
...Father was so proud, and I, so happy... ...But, in the end, I was making... those...
Apollo:
...Forgeries.
Vera:
...I've never had a good constitution, nor... personality... ...I know very little of the world outside my door... ...... ...Now, because of me... Father... is...
Trucy:
...Do you know about this red envelope?
Vera:
...I remember that envelope. It was some time ago...
Apollo:
So, you were already a, um... You were already creating your "works" back then?
Vera:
...I started when I was only twelve years old...
Apollo:
So the one who figured out the stamp was poisoned, that was...
Bailiff:
...Mr. Justice! It's time! To the courtroom, please!
Apollo:
R-Right! (Out of time...)
Trucy:
Wait, Vera! Just one more thing, please! Those three paintings in the studio...
Vera:
...I painted those, as part of my work...
Trucy:
Right. See, we checked them out and we saw what was underneath. We saw the rough sketches underneath the three finished paintings...
Vera:
...I see... ...... ...Mr. Justice...
Apollo:
...Yes!?
Vera:
...Father... He knew of you... ...Of both of you...
Apollo:
Your late father...?
Vera:
...He was watching, gathering information... ...All about the "Wright & Co. Law Offices"...
Trucy:
B-But lately, we're not doing just law...!
Vera:
...Yes... You do tricks, gags to amuse... and play piano...
Trucy:
Well, they're not really "gags"...
Vera:
...Yet when Father heard you had resumed the legal business... ...How pleased he was...
Trucy:
...Who was Mr. Misham?
Apollo:
...How'm I supposed to know?
Trucy:
What if he was Daddy's Daddy?
Apollo:
Judging from the relative ages involved, I'd say it's highly unlikely. (Things are already confusing enough with all these daddies running around. We know that the victim's daughter, Vera, was the forger. What does this mean for the case...? Guess we're about to find out.)
October 8, 1:36 PM
District CourtCourtroom, No. 3
Judge:
Court is now back in session.
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(Vera seems pretty tense. She's practically chewing her fingernails clean off!)
Klavier:
Perhaps you could begin by telling us how it all worked. How did you set up this "Drew Misham forger" persona?
Vera:
...... ......
Apollo:
(There's that stare again... She's drilling more holes into his head.)
Trucy:
I know it's hard for you, but hey, he's a handsome guy.
Apollo:
What's "hard"!?
Judge:
Very well, miss, if you would... ...did you really make those detestable forgeries...?
Vera:
...!
Klavier:
Perhaps you'd rather answer my question? Were you the one who painted that painting. The remarkably similar one?
Vera:
...Ah... Yes... ...I painted it, yes... ...Father praised me quite highly for it...
Judge:
So... she was the one who made the forgeries.
Klavier:
Yet, she did not wish to reveal the truth of their operation. So the victim was a stand-in, a decoy. To the world at large, he was the forger, not her.
Vera:
...... ...I've done... a bad thing. I have, haven't I...?
Klavier:
Regardless, we need a little more information. About, for instance... ...this!
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
...You have seen this before, ja?
Vera:
...Y-Yes... It was in the desk drawer...
Judge:
Very well, you may proceed with your testimony. Tell us everything you know about this envelope.
Witness Testimony
-- The Red Envelope --
Vera:
...I created things and Father sold them......This envelope came after my first work... that was other than a painting......Father handled the deal, all of it......I received the stamp that was in that envelope......It was after that job that we moved to the current studio...
Judge:
Hmm... There certainly was much of great interest in your testimony.
Klavier:
...Not that the witness realizes it.
Judge:
Very well, please begin the cross-examination!
Apollo:
Right! OK! (I need more information about this "forger"... ...This "Drew Misham"...)
Cross Examination
-- The Red Envelope --
Vera:
...I created things and Father sold them...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, these "things" you were making, er... ...you mean paintings identical to other paintings, right?
Vera:
...The closer they were, the happier Father was... ...I was happy, too...
Judge:
Still, you're quite young now. When did you begin this work?
Vera:
...My first painting sold when I was twelve...
Apollo:
...Your Honor! She had no idea what she was doing was illegal!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Easy there, little attorney. You're not here to defend her for the crime of forgery.
Judge:
Hmm... true. Please, tell us more about this envelope. ...This envelope that may very well have killed your father.
Vera:
...Alright...
After pressing second, fourth, and fifth statements
Judge:
So... you really didn't know anything, did you? You had no idea how much danger you were in.
Klavier:
Apparently not.
Apollo:
...... About this "commemorative stamp". Could you tell us more about it?
Vera:
...... ...It was very pretty. And, more than that...
Apollo:
Yes?
Vera:
...It was a picture of people I liked at the time...
Apollo:
...! (This is something new!)
Klavier:
...Apparently, we've got some cross-examination yet ahead of us. If you would be so kind as to continue your testimony, Fräulein.
Vera:
......
Adds statement "...The stamp was a picture of my favorite magicians... so I kept it..."
Vera:
...This envelope came after my first work... that was other than a painting...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
By "other than a painting", you mean... ...you'd only done paintings up to that point?
Vera:
...Yes... ...But Father had a realization... ...He noticed my talent extended to making things other than paintings...
Apollo:
For instance...?
Vera:
...For instance... a letter someone had written... ...Or a fingerprint left upon a cup... ...Or a signature on a document... a seal upon a letter...
Apollo:
(...None of this makes her sound very innocent at all!)
Klavier:
And the $100,000 promised in this letter was the start. ...The beginning of a new industry for Drew Misham.
Judge:
A new... "industry"?
Klavier:
The creation of items to be used in criminal proceedings. ...Forging evidence, in other words.
Apollo:
(Uh oh...)
After pressing first, fourth, and fifth statements
Judge:
So... you really didn't know anything, did you? You had no idea how much danger you were in.
Klavier:
Apparently not.
Apollo:
...... About this "commemorative stamp". Could you tell us more about it?
Vera:
...... ...It was very pretty. And, more than that...
Apollo:
Yes?
Vera:
...It was a picture of people I liked at the time...
Apollo:
...! (This is something new!)
Klavier:
...Apparently, we've got some cross-examination yet ahead of us. If you would be so kind as to continue your testimony, Fräulein.
Vera:
......
Adds statement "...The stamp was a picture of my favorite magicians... so I kept it..."
Vera:
...Father handled the deal, all of it...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, you didn't know how the things you were making were being used?
Vera:
...I enjoy painting very much...
Klavier:
I think I understand. The Fräulein has lived in an... unusual little world.
Apollo:
Can you tell us what happened to the "papers" that were in this envelope?
Vera:
...Father signed them and sent them back I believe...
Apollo:
Um... did he follow the instructions? "Send in the enclosed envelope with the enclosed stamp"...
Vera:
......
Judge:
This is a rather important matter! Give your answer some thought.
Vera:
...I received the stamp that was in that envelope...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
What do you mean, you "received" it!?
Vera:
...Did I do something wrong...?
Apollo:
Y-You didn't use that stamp because it was dangerous, correct!? Deadly poison! On the back! Atroquinine...!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...A moment, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
You can't force an answer upon the witness. Now then. Perhaps... you would tell me, Fräulein Vera? Why did you "receive" this stamp?
Vera:
......
Judge:
Is something wrong?
Vera:
...It was... beautiful...
Judge:
...Ah. You mean it was one of those commemorative stamps?
Vera:
...Yes, I think it was...
Apollo:
So... you didn't know about the poison?
Vera:
......
Apollo:
...... (I guess not!)
Klavier:
So the trap failed by chance... by mistake. Thanks to this commemorative stamp.
Judge:
Hmm. Quite the close call!
After pressing first, second, and fifth statements
Judge:
So... you really didn't know anything, did you? You had no idea how much danger you were in.
Klavier:
Apparently not.
Apollo:
...... About this "commemorative stamp". Could you tell us more about it?
Vera:
...... ...It was very pretty. And, more than that...
Apollo:
Yes?
Vera:
...It was a picture of people I liked at the time...
Apollo:
...! (This is something new!)
Klavier:
...Apparently, we've got some cross-examination yet ahead of us. If you would be so kind as to continue your testimony, Fräulein.
Vera:
......
Adds statement "...The stamp was a picture of my favorite magicians... so I kept it..."
Vera:
...It was after that job that we moved to the current studio...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You mean you moved to where the current "Drew Studio" is?
Vera:
...Yes... we saw very few people there... ...I began drawing picture books...
Klavier:
This single job had tied them to the criminal underworld. I'd think Mr. Misham wished to reduce their visibility in the world at large.
Vera:
...When we had to meet someone for some reason... ...Father posed as the creator of the work...
Apollo:
So that was the real essence of the artist, "Drew Misham". You did the work, and he supplied the face.
After pressing first, second, and fourth statements
Judge:
So... you really didn't know anything, did you? You had no idea how much danger you were in.
Klavier:
Apparently not.
Apollo:
...... About this "commemorative stamp". Could you tell us more about it?
Vera:
...... ...It was very pretty. And, more than that...
Apollo:
Yes?
Vera:
...It was a picture of people I liked at the time...
Apollo:
...! (This is something new!)
Klavier:
...Apparently, we've got some cross-examination yet ahead of us. If you would be so kind as to continue your testimony, Fräulein.
Vera:
......
Adds statement "...The stamp was a picture of my favorite magicians... so I kept it..."
Vera:
...The stamp was a picture of my favorite magicians... so I kept it...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
M-Magicians...?
Vera:
...I love mysterious things, I always have...
Trucy:
...Even though she fainted when she saw Mr. Hat.
Apollo:
You're confusing "mysterious" with "freaky".
Vera:
...Father took me when I was very young... ...It was a great magic show. I loved it so much...
Trucy:
See!? See!? Isn't magic great?
Apollo:
Fine, great, yeah, sure. No need to get all excited.
Vera:
...But the magic troupe we saw disbanded soon after... ...I was quite sad...
Apollo:
...... (Did she just say what I think she said? Magic "troupe"? Now where have I heard that before...?)
Present Magic Show Ticket
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Those magicians you liked, was it this bunch!?"
Apollo:
(The red envelope came after she'd completed her first "job"... That makes it a letter from her client... whoever wanted a forgery made.)
Trucy:
Apollo...!
Apollo:
We're close. We just have to piece together the parts: A deadly weapon in a red envelope... ...and the path it took to take Drew Misham's life.
Apollo:
Those magicians you liked, was it this bunch!?
Vera:
......
Trucy:
Apollo! They're not a "bunch"!
Judge:
Hmm... I see! Still, I have to wonder. Why include a commemorative stamp like that in a business letter?
Apollo:
Good question!
Trucy:
Well, pretty stamps are always better, and you can't beat Troupe Gramarye!
Judge:
But, the whole murder plan was a failure because of it. Ironic, don't you think. ...Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
......
Judge:
...Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
...... Gram... Gram... Gramarye.
Apollo:
(What's with Gavin...?)
Klavier:
...Might I ask just one question of this witness?
Vera:
...?
Klavier:
In your testimony just now, you stated... ...this was your "first work that was other than a painting".
Vera:
......
Klavier:
Please, tell me... ...what exactly did you make?
Vera:
...... ...Can I ask why--
Klavier:
No! Answer the question! ...Now!
Vera:
Eeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Gavin...? You're usually not the one whose volume concerns me.
Klavier:
...Yes, it is unbecoming of me. I apologize. But... I must know. Please, Ms. Misham, tell me.
Vera:
...... ...It was... a book... ...A single page... In a "book"...
Klavier:
A "book"...? Please be more specific.
Vera:
...... ...It was a handwritten book. Like... Like a diary...
Klavier:
...... Nnnno! I don't... No!!!
Trucy:
Wh-What's wrong with Prosecutor Gavin? He looks like he just saw a ghost!
Klavier:
...Ms. Misham. This "book"... ...was there a picture of a silk hat on the back cover? Yes or no!?
Vera:
...! ...How... How did you know...?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin! The defendant is answering all of your questions! Stop badgering her!
Klavier:
...... He's told you nothing, has he? ...Your soiled, sullied mentor. Nothing!?
Apollo:
Sullied... who?
Klavier:
Phoenix Wright. Who else!?
Trucy:
...Daddy?
Klavier:
He never told you about the trial, seven years ago? About how he came to lose his attorney's badge...
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
It was a certain piece of evidence that decided his fate, you know. ...A certain diary. On the back, it bore the mark of a silk hat.
Apollo:
...Whaaaaaat!? (Phoenix Wright, tossed out of the profession by false evidence... And the forger who made that evidence... ...is this girl standing right in front of me!?) Vera! You must tell us! The evidence you made was used in a trial seven years ago. Who asked "Drew Misham", you, to forge that evidence!? ...For all of our sakes, who was it!?
Vera:
...... ...We... only met once...
Apollo:
You... You met the client!? Well, who was it!?
Vera:
...It was... ...It was... ......
Trucy:
What's going on with Vera? She's staring at Prosecutor Gavin's face again...
Klavier:
Yes, what? Is there something about me...?
Vera:
...... ...I remember clearly... ...I remember who gave me the book... the diary... ......
Apollo:
Who was it!?
Vera:
...... Ugh...! *choke*...!
Apollo:
Ve... Vera!!!
...The... De... vil...
...*thump*...
Defendant Vera Misham -- condition: unconscious. Examiner's diagnosis: Acute atroquinine poisoning.
...This ends the recording of the trial for the murder of Drew Misham. Vera Misham was, during the trial, poisoned by an unknown assailant. The dosage was just under the lethal amount, sparing the defendant's life. She is currently in intensive care, and is not to be disturbed for any reason. ...A very simple case, at first glance... ...until it finally began to show its true colors. The long road to the truth takes us to the record of another trial. In some ways, that was the starting point of it all. And that is where we must go... ...to find the whole truth.
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Apollo:
...Um... You sure about that?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(Ack! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
This evidence clearly reveals a contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Apollo:
They aren't, are they...?
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Justice, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Apollo:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure, Mr. Justice. Objection overruled.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Perceive wrong area (during cross-examination segment "The Scent of a Story")
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
Mr. Brushel! You're hiding something!
Brushel:
Yooooooooooooooooooowrk! Dontyellallofasuddenlikethat! You'll give a guy a heart attack...
Apollo:
Ack! Sorry! It's just... the way you were moving just now. It was particularly suspicious.
Brushel:
What's that supposed to mean!? So usually I'm just sort of "averagely" suspicious?
Apollo:
...Sorry. My mistake. You're fine. (I know I'm on to something here. Time to focus!)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Vera Misham...
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will surrender herself to the court's care... ...to undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month's time. Court is adjourned!
Turnabout Succession
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Part 5
...Showdown time.
I... I lost.
It's only a game of poker.
A game I've played for a long time... and only lost twice.
...Who was the first?
The man I "killed"... of course.
......
...Well. It seems I've found the partner I've been looking for all along.
...Over a game of cards?
Why, yes. Over a game of cards.
Phoenix:
That was how we first met. ...Seven years ago.
-- Seven Years Earlier --
Phoenix Wright's Final Trial
April 19, 9:27 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
(Whew, OK. It's been a long time since I've felt like such a rookie. Got to try and relax.) Ah, good morning, Mr. Enigmar.
Enigmar:
I'm... sorry to have sprung this on you so suddenly.
Phoenix:
I received the files from your previous attorney only yesterday. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure I'm prepared.
Enigmar:
...I understand I am asking the impossible of you.
Phoenix:
Yes, well, you haven't really told me what happened yet! All we did... was play cards.
Enigmar:
And that was enough.
Phoenix:
(Actually, it wasn't. Trust me.)
???:
Ooh! Morning, Daddy!
Enigmar:
Ah, I'm so glad you came.
???:
You OK, Daddy? They picking on you?
Enigmar:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I am fine, as always. This old boy is here to help me, after all.
Phoenix:
(That's "young man" to you.) Good morning. That's a cute outfit you have on.
???:
Thanks! My first show's today, after all!
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm sure it is! (What the heck is she talking about?)
???:
Oh... Old boy!
Phoenix:
Huh? Me? (Look what he's started.)
???:
Um, uh... Here.
Phoenix:
What's this...?
???:
I dunno! I just got it over there in the hall. They told me to give it to the "old boy in the blue suit with the spiky hair". They said it was really important!
Enigmar:
...What's this? A memo for you or some such?
Phoenix:
Hmm... Not from the looks of it. (What is this? Looks like a page from someone's diary.) I'll give it a read later.
Notebook Page added to the Court Record.
Enigmar:
Well, how do you feel about the trial today?
Phoenix:
We'll get through it. Somehow. Incidentally... the prosecutor today is a new guy, I hear.
Enigmar:
Ah... An easy win, then, yes?
Phoenix:
They're calling him a "true thoroughbred in the history of the prosecutor's office". ...Of course, there's one of those every year.
Enigmar:
...The switching of attorneys just before the trial... ...I know it is a difficult situation I put you in. But... allow me to say one thing, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Yes?
Enigmar:
They will not be able to pronounce me guilty today. So, do your best, but do not worry.
Phoenix:
(First time a defendant's ever given me a pep speech...) I'll do what I can.
Enigmar:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I see you do not understand. You see, it will be impossible for them to declare a verdict.
Phoenix:
I-Impossible?
Enigmar:
Yes. Isn't that right, Trucy?
Trucy:
Yup! You bet, Daddy.
Phoenix:
(My first look at the case was only yesterday. And the information I was given was a tad bit lacking, to be honest. Still, I'll do what I can. ...For their sake.)
Enigmar:
I believe the curtains will be lifting any time now. I am in your capable hands, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
My client is Shadi Enigmar. Known to the world as Zak Gramarye. A wildly popular magician, star of Troupe Gramarye. His mentor, Magnifi Gramarye, was a rare breed of magician. He single-handedly ushered in a golden age of stage magic... until he was shot dead. And Zak Gramarye is the suspect.
Examine evidence
Attorney's Badge
Back side
Phoenix:
Each attorney's badge has a number engraved on the back. No two numbers are the same. So if you drop it, people will know it was you. Better make sure I don't lose mine.
April 19, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 7
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Shadi Enigmar.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
???:
......
Judge:
Is the prosecution ready?
???:
I was just thinking, is this what all the fuss is about? Bit of a buzz-kill, really.
Judge:
"Buzz-kill"...? Is this some new kind of crime?
???:
One of the worst. This is a trial, ja? Where are the sweaty palms? The pounding hearts? A Gavinners concert's got ten times the thrill this gig's got.
Judge:
Who... were you, again?
Klavier:
Klavier. Klavier Gavin. I came... to get the party started. Legally, ja?
Judge:
Gavin? Defense Attorney Kristoph Gavin's...?
Klavier:
Ah, figures my bro's more famous in this part of town.
Phoenix:
(Klavier Gavin... Lead singer for the megahit band, the Gavinners. You're out of your league, rock-boy.)
Klavier:
I know what you're thinking: "You're out of your league, rock-boy."
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
True, my debut single, "13 Years Hard Time for Love", went platinum overnight... ...but that's just a hobby to me compared to this, ja?
Phoenix:
...Talkative, aren't you? I like your affected Euro-rock accent, by the way.
Klavier:
I'm just getting warmed up, Herr Attorney Wright.
Judge:
Perhaps you would be so kind as to fill us in on the case?
Klavier:
...Achtung, baby. Time to call on the opening act. ...What was his name again? Ah yes... Detective Gumshoe! Hit it!
Klavier:
...And you are?
Gumshoe:
Hey, you were the one who called me up here... sir. Name's Dick Gumshoe. I'm a homicide detective down at the precinct.
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe... Long time no see.)
Gumshoe:
Hey, you!
Phoenix:
H-Huh? Me?
Gumshoe:
Today's the day, pal. Today, I win, and you lose! I got confidence in my testimony today, see.
Phoenix:
(What, you normally lack confidence in your testimony...?)
Klavier:
...Herr Detective, this is my stage. Can the antics.
Gumshoe:
Huh...?
Klavier:
All this "hey you"-ing and such. And I could care less about your history together.
Gumshoe:
Urk.
Judge:
...Very well, Detective Gumshoe, if you would. Please tell us about the case at hand.
Gumshoe:
It happened six days back, in a room at the General Hospital! The facts are as simple as they come. Here's the crime scene. The victim was a patient, asleep in a hospital bed. The killer comes in, puts a pistol to his forehead, and bam. Lights out. ...Them's the facts.
Judge:
Hmm... Not so long ago, the victim, Magnifi Gramarye was a famous man. He had the entire country under his "magical spell", as it were.
Klavier:
Ah yes, the great magician. He retired years ago, though. Say the name "Magnifi" to one of my generation... and you'd be lucky to get a blank stare.
Judge:
Yes, though I'm sure the youngsters today know his disciples even better. I daresay Troupe Gramarye has made quite a name for themselves.
Gumshoe:
Anyhow, the retired Magnifi's been in the hospital for the last year. Hmm, what was it? A mall-ignorant tutor or something. Doing something to his liver, I think. Yeah.
Judge:
A "malignant tumor", perhaps?
Klavier:
In other words, he had liver cancer. He had only three months left to live, in fact.
Magnifi's Chart added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Hmm... The facts do seem simple enough. But... something's not right.
Klavier:
...The victim was already climbing a three-month stairway to heaven. ...Why not wait for him to knock-knock-knock on heaven's door? Why shoot him?
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't have put it quite so lyrically, but it's true. Why make the effort to commit murder when the victim was about to die?)
Gumshoe:
Incidentally, the victim had a serious case of diabetes.
Phoenix:
Diabetes?
Klavier:
In fact, he was about to "shoot up" with insulin... ...when he was shot with a pistol. The syringe was found at the crime scene. Chronic diabetes... and cancer. As much as it pains me to say it... ...the victim was clearly at the end of his life.
Small Syringe added to the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Small Syringe
Syringe barrel
Phoenix:
...I always hated getting shots. I guess Magnifi was giving himself the insulin shots... There's no way I could do that... *shudder* ...! Wait! If Magnifi used this to inject his insulin... ...why are there no traces of it having been used? Hmm... Something to keep in mind.
Judge:
Hmm... I believe the question before us is clear, then. Why did the killer have to shoot this dying man? What reason could he have had?
Klavier:
...Very well, Detective. Perhaps you can enlighten us as to the circumstances of the shooting.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir! 
Witness Testimony
-- The Circumstances --
Gumshoe:
Actually... the victim kind of ordered the defendant to do him in.A few days before it happened, the victim sent a letter "ordering" his own murder.The defendant did what was asked of him, and shot the old man in the forehead!The bullet was fired from the pistol found at the scene, no doubt about it.And the pistol definitely belonged to the old man, sir!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaat!? You're saying the victim ordered his own shooting?
Klavier:
Those are the facts. I have here the letter in question.
Magnifi's Letter added to the Court Record.
Judge:
...Very unusual, indeed! Although, could such a thing as a letter really cause one to pull a trigger, I wonder?
Klavier:
I believe the answer to that question can be found at the end of the letter.
Judge:
Ah... "You cannot refuse, and we both know the reason why." Detective Gumshoe, can you explain this to the court?
Gumshoe:
Unfortunately, even the defendant won't say a peep about that bit, sir.
Phoenix:
One thing bothers me about this. Why didn't he just say "11"? Why have him come at "11:05" without some specific reason...?
Klavier:
The devil is in the details, Herr Attorney...
Judge:
Well? Was there some reason?
Klavier:
As it turns out, there was. Every night, for a half hour, starting at 11:00... ...the victim, Magnifi Gramarye, was given an IV.
Phoenix:
An IV...?
Judge:
There it is in the picture, off to the side of the bed.
Klavier:
At 11:00, a doctor would come to set up the IV. Thirty minutes later, he would come back for the empty bag. This happened every night, without fail.
Phoenix:
So that was the only time they could meet without the chance of an untimely interruption. ...During his IV.
Judge:
Very well, shall we begin? ...Mr. Wright, your cross-examination, if you would!
Phoenix:
(What's this "reason he couldn't refuse", I wonder? He could have at least mentioned it to me...)
Cross Examination
-- The Circumstances --
Gumshoe:
Actually... the victim kind of ordered the defendant to do him in.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Just because he got the letter doesn't mean he went through with it!
Klavier:
Oh? I disagree. The victim was, indeed, shot in the forehead, after all. Just as he had commanded.
Phoenix:
It could be a set-up. But let's not be in such a hurry. Maybe we should let the witness talk for a change.
Gumshoe:
...Thanks, pal.
Klavier:
...... Fine. I can play it slow as well as I can play it fast. On with the testimony, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
A few days before it happened, the victim sent a letter "ordering" his own murder.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...And this letter was sent by the victim?
Gumshoe:
There it is! Gotcha! You're all mine this time, pal.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Gumshoe:
I had the handwriting checked out, of course. It's the victim's, no mistake!
Phoenix:
Ah, I see...
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha ha ha! Score one for the boys!
Phoenix:
(I didn't "lose". I was just ascertaining the facts. ...So why am I so annoyed?)
Judge:
But... a letter ordering your own death? Things aren't what they used to be, I guess.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure this is exactly "commonplace", even now, Your Honor.
Gumshoe:
...So anyway, guess I'll keep going while I'm ahead!
Gumshoe:
The defendant did what was asked of him, and shot the old man in the forehead!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...How can you be so sure!?
Gumshoe:
Hey, you gotta learn to stop relying on people to do your thinking for you, pal. Learn to think for yourself! Get that noggin cranking!
Phoenix:
(You fail to grasp the concept of "questioning", detective.)
Gumshoe:
First, we got this letter. It says "shoot... in the forehead" loud and clear.
Phoenix:
I can see that. But I still wouldn't do it.
Gumshoe:
Well, maybe you need to grow yourself a backbone, pal.
Phoenix:
(You fail to grasp the concept of "shooting people is bad", detective.)
Gumshoe:
We also found the defendant's pistol at the scene.
Klavier:
Traces of gunpowder residue shows that it had been fired recently.
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Wright? As far as I can tell from looking at this photo... ...there seems to be no issue with the prosecution's claim.
Phoenix:
(The photo... Maybe there's something in there I can use. So they're saying the defendant "shot the victim in the forehead"? I think there's a hole in the prosecution's argument! Clearly, Mr. Enigmar...)
I have no clue.
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, nothing in this picture suggests he didn't do it.
Judge:
Ah, I see. That is unfortunate.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Klavier:
Well, let's pay it no mind and carry on, shall we? I like a fast tempo.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Gumshoe:
Hey, I still got stuff to talk about, pal!
Phoenix:
(...Everyone's so eager to move on. So of course, I want to slow down. ...Is there really not a single clue in this picture?)
Judge:
Back to the testimony, if you would, detective.
Leads back to cross-examination
didn't pull the trigger.
Phoenix:
People don't normally commit murder just because their teacher told them to. Which means the defendant didn't fire that pistol!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...This is your position, then?
Phoenix:
Um, well, yes.
Klavier:
This is the sort of occasion when my brother would present some "evidence".
Phoenix:
...Ah.
Klavier:
Did you have some evidence you wanted to show us? Something proving it wasn't the defendant who shot the old man?
Phoenix:
...... ......
Judge:
Penalty for excessive perspiration, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(But it's a cold sweat, Your Honor...)
shot something else.
Phoenix:
Looking at this photo, another possibility occurs to me.
Judge:
Yes...?
Phoenix:
What does the letter tell us? That the defendant had a "reason he couldn't refuse" his teacher's wishes.
Gumshoe:
Bingo, pal! That's why the defendant popped him one in the forehead!
Phoenix:
Oh? The defense disagrees. You see, the defendant had another choice he could make.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
What, and you can prove that with this photo!?
Phoenix:
...I can prove he had a choice, yes.
Judge:
"The defendant might have fired, like he was ordered. But he didn't shoot the victim's forehead." Well, let's hear what you're thinking, Mr. Wright. If he didn't shoot the victim's forehead, what did the defendant shoot?
Present clown doll's forehead
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The clown doll...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Ah... I see! Which is to say... ...I have no idea what you're talking about. Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
The defendant had a choice other than shooting the victim in the forehead? ...Perhaps I might suggest one. He could have shot this attorney in the forehead!
Phoenix:
...Urk!
Judge:
Ah... I see. Which is to say... ...I still don't see. Still, when in doubt, give a penalty, I always say.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. Time to think this one through again.)
Judge:
The clown doll...?
Phoenix:
Take a closer look. See? It's been shot in the forehead, too.
Judge:
Ah...! There's a hole in its forehead!
Phoenix:
Yes, and a hole in the prosecution's claim!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Hah! And I suppose you have a reason as to why he'd shoot the clown doll?
Phoenix:
He didn't just shoot the doll. He shot the doll's forehead.
Klavier:
His "forehead"...? Aah...!
Phoenix:
Let's read the "orders" once more, shall we? "...You will shoot, one shot, square in the forehead." ...Which is exactly what he did. He shot the clown doll square in the forehead!
Judge:
The defense has raised an intriguing possibility. That hole in the clown's forehead... It definitely looks like it was shot! Bailiff! Send someone to investigate this matter!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
I admit, I'm impressed. But I expected nothing less. Still, this doesn't mean he didn't shoot the victim!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Perhaps he did have to shoot a forehead, as ordered. But the letter says nothing about whose forehead... This was the only way he had to follow his orders without taking a life!
Judge:
Hmm. The bullet hole in the clown doll's forehead does demand an explanation. It might very well be a clue. Yet Prosecutor Gavin is right. It alone does not prove the defendant's innocence. You cannot say for sure the defendant didn't shoot the victim.
Klavier:
So sorry, Mr. Wright. How sad it is to see the mighty fall.
Phoenix:
(...How sad it is to see the novice's overconfidence. He doesn't realize just how big this little "hole" is going to get.)
Judge:
...Detective Gumshoe. Please take this new-found fact into account as you continue your testimony.
Adds statement "So what if he shot the clown? He still shot the victim, pal!"
Press (after adding statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
But... it might have been the clown's forehead he shot.
Gumshoe:
OK, so he practiced first on the doll, then shot him!
Phoenix:
He "practiced" in the middle of the hospital? Anyone could have come in at any moment!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but no one did come, did they, pal? Besides, it's what I woulda done. "Always look before you shoot," I say.
Klavier:
...Might I suggest we move on? This is getting us nowhere.
Phoenix:
(Patience. We'll get there sooner than you think.)
Judge:
Very well. Please continue with your testimony, detective.
Gumshoe:
The bullet was fired from the pistol found at the scene, no doubt about it.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You mean this pistol, the one in the crime scene photo?
Gumshoe:
...That's the one! It's a funny-looking gun so there's no mistaking it.
Klavier:
We compared the bullet taken from the victim's skull with a bullet fired from this gun. The rifling marks on the bullets were a perfect match.
Phoenix:
So... you verified the murder weapon, in other words.
Gumshoe:
You bet we did!
After pressing fifth statement (before Stage Pistol is added to the Court Record)
Judge:
...The court would like to see the pistol in question.
Gumshoe:
You got it, sir! Here she is!
Judge:
Well. This truly is a "blast" from the past.
Gumshoe:
It's a stage pistol for magic shows, see. But it can fire real bullets.
Judge:
Hmm. It looks so much bigger in real life than on TV.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but it can only hold one round. ...By the way, the pistol's firing chamber is empty. ...And it shows traces of having been fired recently.
Phoenix:
So... were any fingerprints found on the gun?
Klavier:
...Unfortunately, no. Of course, the defendant is known for wearing gloves. We might say that a lack of fingerprints is, in fact, a "fingerprint" of its own.
Judge:
Ah ha! Intriguing point, well made!
Phoenix:
Whoa whoa whoa! Not well made! Not intriguing!
Judge:
In any case, the court accepts this evidence.
Stage Pistol added to the Court Record.
Judge:
...My grandchild would get a kick out of seeing this. ...But now it's time to return to our testimony.
Gumshoe:
And the pistol definitely belonged to the old man, sir!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...Why are you so certain?
Gumshoe:
What pile of sand has your head been stuck in all this time, pal? You never heard of "Zak & Valant's Quick-Draw Shootem"?
Phoenix:
Huh? What's that?
Gumshoe:
One of the defendant's specialties. Zak and Valant stand on either side of a girl! Then, they shoot! But the bullets don't hit her! Instead, they hit everything else on stage!!! This was one of the pistols they used in their show. Got a great design, huh? The kids love it.
Klavier:
Many boys and girls joined the police because of that pistol, I hear.
Phoenix:
(You know, that would explain a lot about the police force.)
Gumshoe:
Troupe Gramarye stopped doing that act a while ago. The old man held on to that pistol ever since.
After pressing fourth statement (before Stage Pistol is added to the Court Record)
Judge:
...The court would like to see the pistol in question.
Gumshoe:
You got it, sir! Here she is!
Judge:
Well. This truly is a "blast" from the past.
Gumshoe:
It's a stage pistol for magic shows, see. But it can fire real bullets.
Judge:
Hmm. It looks so much bigger in real life than on TV.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but it can only hold one round. ...By the way, the pistol's firing chamber is empty. ...And it shows traces of having been fired recently.
Phoenix:
So... were any fingerprints found on the gun?
Klavier:
...Unfortunately, no. Of course, the defendant is known for wearing gloves. We might say that a lack of fingerprints is, in fact, a "fingerprint" of its own.
Judge:
Ah ha! Intriguing point, well made!
Phoenix:
Whoa whoa whoa! Not well made! Not intriguing!
Judge:
In any case, the court accepts this evidence.
Stage Pistol added to the Court Record.
Judge:
...My grandchild would get a kick out of seeing this. ...But now it's time to return to our testimony.
Gumshoe:
So what if he shot the clown? He still shot the victim, pal!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So let me get this straight. You're saying my client first shot the clown, then shot the victim?
Gumshoe:
Hey! Not a bad summary, pal!
Phoenix:
(More of a confirmation than a summary, but whatever.)
Klavier:
That was really more of a confirmation than a summary. But our defense attorney seems pleased enough with himself.
Phoenix:
(Do these people ever miss a chance to mock me?)
Klavier:
Well, now that Mr. Wright's gotten that out of his system... ...shall we continue with the testimony?
Present Stage Pistol
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"The trickiest cases often seem the simplest."
Phoenix:
(...I didn't have time to gather all the details before coming in here. This testimony might be my only source of information. Better pay attention... and read this letter carefully.)
Examine evidence
Stage Pistol
Pistol chamber
Phoenix:
If you look closely, you can see how the pistol's made to bend here. It's a one-shot model, and I guess this bend is where you load it. So... this is the famous Gramarye Golden Sun. They say kids used to love pretending they had one of those. I wonder if they pretended to miss their targets, too?
Phoenix:
The trickiest cases often seem the simplest. Prosecutor Gavin, you missed the bullet hole in the clown's forehead. If you hadn't missed that, you might have come to a very different conclusion. ...Understand?
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah, but like I just said, pal... ...after he shot the clown in the forehead, he went and...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
...Did nothing of the sort to the victim. The pistol proves he could not.
Judge:
The murder weapon? How?
Phoenix:
It's quite simple, Your Honor. This pistol only holds one bullet at a time.
Gumshoe:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
If he had shot the clown in the forehead... ...he couldn't have shot the victim, too!
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeargh!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Th-That's not a contradiction. Not even close! All he had to do was reload the pistol after the first shot!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Oh? Where did he get the extra bullet? They're not so easy to come by, you know. If you claim the defendant "had one ready"... ...then prove to us how he got it!
Klavier:
Urk...! ...... Heh... Ha ha ha... I had a feeling this wasn't over yet. No... this party's just getting started. And I haven't proven anything yet, beyond my good looks, and startling record sales.
Phoenix:
(And utter lack of humility.)
Judge:
Hmm... Ah... what's this? It seems that the prosecution has another witness prepared.
Klavier:
Like I said, Herr Detective was just the warm-up act.
Gumshoe:
...Ugh.
Klavier:
Now that the audience has gotten a taste of what's to come, they're ready.
Phoenix:
...Ready for what?
Klavier:
For my decisive witness, of course. A witness who, you will find, can prove one thing for us: That it was Zak Gramarye who shot the victim in the forehead!
Judge:
...Very well. We will pause for a 15-minute recess.
Phoenix:
(This might be my lucky break... I'll need that 15 minutes to talk to my client... Zak.)
Judge:
...Court is adjourned!
To be continued.
April 19, 11:21 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Zak:
Very impressive, Mr. Wright. I have to say, I expected nothing less.
Phoenix:
...We've only just begun. I was hoping you could tell me a bit more about what happened, actually.
Zak:
I did not think you would believe me if I told you. Better that you discovered the truth for yourself. I was thinking of you, you know.
Phoenix:
I think we need less thinking and more talking! That night in the hospital... What really happened?
Zak:
Ah, the way your eyes gleam, Mr. Wright... ...you'll scare Trucy.
Phoenix:
(Speaking of which, where is she?)
Zak:
You have seen the problem yourself: the letter.
Phoenix:
The "one shot in the forehead" one, right?
Zak:
Yes, and the reason he speaks of. I could not deny my mentor's wishes... even if it meant my own death.
Phoenix:
Why not...?
Zak:
This is something I will not say... for now, at least.
Phoenix:
(What's this "for now" business?)
Zak:
I have done many things in my life, some well, some poorly. But this is a cross we must bear alone to our graves.
Phoenix:
..."We"?
Zak:
You wanted to know about the night of the incident?
Phoenix:
(Finally... This guy sure likes to take his time getting to the important stuff.)
Zak:
Of course, I had no intention of shooting my mentor. I snuck into his room that night at the appointed time. And found there upon his bedside table two pistols.
Phoenix:
..."Two"?
Zak:
Yes. The one I had used on stage... ...and the one that had been used by my partner, Valant.
Phoenix:
Oh, for the "Zak & Valant's Quick-Draw" thing?
Zak:
My mentor... had the look of one sleeping. I stood by his bedside, hearing only the light sound of his breathing. ...Then I took the pistol into my hand. I cannot deny that my resolve faltered then, for a moment.
Phoenix:
You "faltered"...? You mean you thought about shooting him?
Zak:
Recall there was a reason I could not refuse his request. His last such request... though not his first.
Phoenix:
So... there were other requests you "couldn't refuse" before?
Zak:
To be honest, I've not always been steadfast... and I fear I've brought pain upon Trucy.
Phoenix:
(Was Magnifi coercing his disciples somehow? Just what was going on in Troupe Gramarye...?)
Zak:
Yet... in the end, I did not shoot him. Instead, I turned and shot the clown! I took the pistol I had fired and placed it in my pocket.
Phoenix:
In your pocket?
Zak:
I believe if you examine the bullet in the clown's head... ...you will find it to be different than the one in my mentor. The... What were those called?
Phoenix:
"Rifling marks".
Zak:
Yes. Well, that is all I have to tell you... concerning the case.
Phoenix:
"Concerning the case"...? You mean, there's something else you can tell me?
Zak:
Heh... Ha ha ha! You are a fascinating man, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Thanks?
Zak:
Yes... there is something. My mentor... his eyes opened.
Phoenix:
What!? Magnifi Gramarye...?
Zak:
The old devil. He was not asleep, you see. ...Of course, the gunshot would have woken him anyway. And there we had our last discussion as mentor and pupil. It was not a long discussion. Maybe five, ten minutes or so.
Phoenix:
What did you talk about...?
Zak:
Ha ha. Mr. Wright. ...Did I not just tell you? It does not concern this case.
Phoenix:
(Zak Gramarye... He seems pretty steadfast to me... or maybe just stubborn.)
Bailiff:
Mr. Wright! Your presence is requested in the courtroom!
Zak:
Once again, I am in your hands.
Phoenix:
...Right. Let's get back in there.
April 19, 11:37 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 7
Judge:
Court is now back in session.
Klavier:
During our recess, a bullet was found in and dug out from the clown's head.
Judge:
Well! This is news! And the rifling marks...?
Klavier:
There wasn't time to do a detailed analysis. Though they did find the weapon type matches the murder weapon.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, that's not very conclusive, is it?
Klavier:
Which is why I'm about to call my very decisive witness.
Phoenix:
Your "decisive witness"? How many times have I heard those words... ...though they often turn out to be far less decisive than you think.
Klavier:
...Oh, don't worry on my account. I'm quite confident this witness will do the job. After all, he is intimately acquainted with the players in our little production... ...being the other half of Troupe Gramarye's famous duo... "Zak & Valant"!
Phoenix:
(Valant Gramarye... So, we get to meet the Great Magnifi's other disciple!)
Klavier:
Perhaps we'll start by asking your name and occupation?
Valant:
Valant Gramarye... Magician.
Judge:
Er, and you're the "decisive witness", are you? You can prove your fellow student... your partner's guilt?
Valant:
"Fate"... the grand illusion, filled with traps and tricks.
Phoenix:
W-Wait! The shooting took place in that hospital after 11 o'clock at night! If you're a "witness", does that mean you were there that late?
Valant:
If one were to deduce this logically, the conclusion is... yes!
Phoenix:
Um... OK. (I always get the characters, don't I?)
Klavier:
I have an interesting fact for you. You see, several days before the crime... ...my witness received this.
Judge:
That... looks very familiar...
Phoenix:
W-Wait... That's the same letter Zak Gramarye received!
Valant:
Yes. Or perhaps I should say "ta da"!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! And what does it say? Surely not the same thing!
Klavier:
Perhaps you should see for yourself.
Judge:
Why, it's practically the same! The court accepts this into evidence!
Magnifi's Letter 2 added to the Court Record.
Judge:
This is most unusual... Exactly what was going on with you folks? What exactly was your "Troupe Gramarye" up to?
Valant:
...By which you mean?
Judge:
I'm just having trouble envisioning a man who would ask his students to kill him. Both of them, no less!
Klavier:
It's just my opinion, Herr Judge. But from these letters, I'd say he was coercing them, not asking them.
Valant:
We walked the magician's path together, and in so doing, shared much of our lives. When people are so close, there is strain... a warping of relations, you might say. ...Yet this has nothing to do with the case at hand.
Phoenix:
(By which you mean you're not going to tell us. ...Which makes me wonder even more about this "reason they couldn't refuse".)
Judge:
...Well, let's get on with the testimony for starters. The defendant, Zak Gramarye stands accused. Tell us why.
Valant:
...Oh, I'll do more than that. "For where he walks, the red roses rise singing hymns to the miracle that is magic!"
Phoenix:
Fascinating. Though, I hardly need to remind you... ...that the evidence could just as clearly point to you as the suspect. The letter, the murder weapon... ...and now, the two bullets found at the scene.
Judge:
In fact, the only difference seems to be the designated time...
Valant:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! As every magician knows... timing is everything.
Klavier:
Yes... And now it's time to get this party fired up! 
Witness Testimony
-- The Night of the Crime --
Valant:
That night, I visited the hospital room at the time Magnifi requested.The smell of gunpowder hung in the room... and my mentor had taken his final bow.I did not imagine my fellow student might have received the same instructions!Yet a deal with the dead is still a deal. Death's sweet kiss... I gave to the clown.Then I informed the doctor and the police.
Judge:
Hmm... So you were the one who reported the crime?
Valant:
Indeed. I would think... ...this fact alone would clear my name of suspicion!
Phoenix:
Let's not jump to any conclusions!
Judge:
Yes, the cross-examination generally comes before the conclusions in this court. But, if your testimony proves to be true... ...then the defendant, Zak Gramarye, is guilty.
Phoenix:
(And if it wasn't Zak Gramarye, then the killer was you, Valant! And no disappearing act will get you out of that.)
Cross Examination
-- The Night of the Crime --
Valant:
That night, I visited the hospital room at the time Magnifi requested.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
...Which, according to the letter, was 11:20 PM?
Valant:
...Indeed. In magic, timing is everything.
Phoenix:
...Right.
Valant:
Consider, the illusion of teleportation. If I were to appear on stage before my stunt double has left, how would that look? Why, it would reveal the very secrets of my magic!
Klavier:
Now that you've revealed the very secrets of your magic for all of us, let's move on. You went at the designated time... and what did you see?
Valant:
The smell of gunpowder hung in the room... and my mentor had taken his final bow.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So... you weren't worried for your own safety at all? I mean, you smelled gunpowder, yes? What if the shooter was still nearby?
Valant:
I... I did not consider this, to be honest. It is forbidden for a magician to have a good imagination.
Phoenix:
...Uh, really? (Isn't magic all about illusions and imagination?) How about this: you were the shooter, which is why you weren't afraid.
Valant:
N-Now you are the one imagining! It is forbidden for a lawyer to have a good imagination.
Judge:
The witness will refrain from pausing so suspiciously before responding. ...My forbidden imagination is starting to imagine things.
Valant:
I did not imagine my fellow student might have received the same instructions!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Which brings us back to this "reason" neither of you could refuse.
Valant:
So it does. And my partner, he did not refuse.
Phoenix:
But Magnifi wrote the same thing to you. Why could you "refuse" if Zak couldn't?
Valant:
Because I have a will of steel! Of course... ...I also do this trick where I bend steel bars. So perhaps steel isn't all so strong.
Phoenix:
(...So which is it!?)
Valant:
...Mind if I continue?
Valant:
Yet a deal with the dead is still a deal. Death's sweet kiss... I gave to the clown.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
There were two bullet holes at the scene: one in the victim, and one in the clown. You're saying the one who shot the clown... was you?
Valant:
No doubt my partner Zak has said much the same thing.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, because whoever didn't shoot the clown committed murder. I'd better dig around here a bit more... and see what I turn up.) Mr. Valant... Let me ask about something else concerning the crime scene, namely...
the bullet in the pistol.
Phoenix:
In order to shoot a pistol, you need a bullet. Where was the bullet?
Valant:
...I entered the room, and took the pistol in my hand. The bullet was already loaded, ready to fire at any time. A magician is always prepared, you see.
Phoenix:
Prepared for...?
Valant:
One never knows when a miracle will be called for. A magician always has seven doves in his pocket, and a white rabbit up each sleeve!
Klavier:
Clearly, we're dealing with professionals here.
Judge:
Hmm... Is this bullet that was loaded in the pistol really so important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
Without a loaded bullet, we wouldn't have a murder. It's very important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Adds statement "The pistol was already loaded. I merely had to pull the trigger."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
the location of the pistol.
Phoenix:
Where exactly was the pistol when you entered the room?
Valant:
...Atop a small bedside table, it was. As if to say, "Here I am, take me into your hand, pull my trigger. Shoot him."
Klavier:
The victim clearly wanted to be shot.
Judge:
But... why?
Klavier:
Perhaps he wanted to go out... with a bang? ...Yet we will never hear the truth from his lips, so all we can do... is guess.
Judge:
Hmm... Is the location of the pistol all that important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
Without a murder weapon, there would be no murder! It's very important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Adds statement "I took up the pistol from the small table and shot the clown."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
the number of pistols.
Phoenix:
How many pistols were there when you entered the room?
Valant:
...By which you mean what, precisely?
Phoenix:
Two pistols were used in the "Zak & Valant Quick-Draw Shootem", correct? One for each of you.
Valant:
You are well informed, yet... ...only one of my "old friends" sat in the hospital room that night.
Phoenix:
(What did Zak tell me back in the lobby...?)
Zak:
Of course, I had no intention of shooting my mentor. I snuck into his room that night at the appointed time. And found there upon his bedside table two pistols. I took the pistol I had fired and placed it in my pocket.
Judge:
Hmm... I see no problem with that statement. Only one pistol is visible in the photograph of the crime scene, after all.
Phoenix:
...... So you picked up that pistol and fired it?
Valant:
Indeed I did. Allakazam... Allakazing... Allakaboom.
Judge:
Hmm... Is the number of pistols really so important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
The number of pistols is quite important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Adds statement "Only one pistol was in the hospital room that night. With it, I shot the clown."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
Valant:
The pistol was already loaded. I merely had to pull the trigger.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
If the pistol was already loaded, something doesn't make sense. Why weren't the victim's fingerprints on it?
Valant:
You should know that we of the Troupe Gramarye are capable of many things. One of these being the levitation of iron balls... without touching them.
Klavier:
There's no magic involved here. The shooter was just methodical, is all. He simply wiped everything of fingerprints.
Phoenix:
(Can't really do much with fingerprints that weren't there. Maybe I should ask about something else?)
the location of the pistol.
Phoenix:
Where exactly was the pistol when you entered the room?
Valant:
...Atop a small bedside table, it was. As if to say, "Here I am, take me into your hand, pull my trigger. Shoot him."
Klavier:
The victim clearly wanted to be shot.
Judge:
But... why?
Klavier:
Perhaps he wanted to go out... with a bang? ...Yet we will never hear the truth from his lips, so all we can do... is guess.
Judge:
Hmm... Is the location of the pistol all that important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
Without a murder weapon, there would be no murder! It's very important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Changes statement from "The pistol was already loaded. I merely had to pull the trigger." to "I took up the pistol from the small table and shot the clown."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
the number of pistols.
Phoenix:
How many pistols were there when you entered the room?
Valant:
...By which you mean what, precisely?
Phoenix:
Two pistols were used in the "Zak & Valant Quick-Draw Shootem", correct? One for each of you.
Valant:
You are well informed, yet... ...only one of my "old friends" sat in the hospital room that night.
Phoenix:
(What did Zak tell me back in the lobby...?)
Zak:
Of course, I had no intention of shooting my mentor. I snuck into his room that night at the appointed time. And found there upon his bedside table two pistols. I took the pistol I had fired and placed it in my pocket.
Judge:
Hmm... I see no problem with that statement. Only one pistol is visible in the photograph of the crime scene, after all.
Phoenix:
...... So you picked up that pistol and fired it?
Valant:
Indeed I did. Allakazam... Allakazing... Allakaboom.
Judge:
Hmm... Is the number of pistols really so important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
The number of pistols is quite important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Changes statement from "The pistol was already loaded. I merely had to pull the trigger." to "Only one pistol was in the hospital room that night. With it, I shot the clown."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
No need
Phoenix:
(...On second thought, let's run with this testimony for a while longer.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Valant:
I took up the pistol from the small table and shot the clown.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Why did you do that? I would think calling the police would come first.
Valant:
Then you know nothing of the relationship between a master and his disciple! If your master says die, you die. Do you understand?
Phoenix:
So, you're going to die?
Valant:
Certainly not! ...It was but an example! In any case, I wanted to fulfill my obligation. A final courtesy to a great mentor, perhaps. Or, perhaps not!
Phoenix:
(...Perhaps I'm totally confused. Maybe I should ask about something else?)
the bullet in the pistol.
Phoenix:
In order to shoot a pistol, you need a bullet. Where was the bullet?
Valant:
...I entered the room, and took the pistol in my hand. The bullet was already loaded, ready to fire at any time. A magician is always prepared, you see.
Phoenix:
Prepared for...?
Valant:
One never knows when a miracle will be called for. A magician always has seven doves in his pocket, and a white rabbit up each sleeve!
Klavier:
Clearly, we're dealing with professionals here.
Judge:
Hmm... Is this bullet that was loaded in the pistol really so important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
Without a loaded bullet, we wouldn't have a murder. It's very important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Changes statement from "I took up the pistol from the small table and shot the clown." to "The pistol was already loaded. I merely had to pull the trigger."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
the number of pistols.
Phoenix:
How many pistols were there when you entered the room?
Valant:
...By which you mean what, precisely?
Phoenix:
Two pistols were used in the "Zak & Valant Quick-Draw Shootem", correct? One for each of you.
Valant:
You are well informed, yet... ...only one of my "old friends" sat in the hospital room that night.
Phoenix:
(What did Zak tell me back in the lobby...?)
Zak:
Of course, I had no intention of shooting my mentor. I snuck into his room that night at the appointed time. And found there upon his bedside table two pistols. I took the pistol I had fired and placed it in my pocket.
Judge:
Hmm... I see no problem with that statement. Only one pistol is visible in the photograph of the crime scene, after all.
Phoenix:
...... So you picked up that pistol and fired it?
Valant:
Indeed I did. Allakazam... Allakazing... Allakaboom.
Judge:
Hmm... Is the number of pistols really so important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
The number of pistols is quite important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Changes statement from "I took up the pistol from the small table and shot the clown." to "Only one pistol was in the hospital room that night. With it, I shot the clown."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
No need
Phoenix:
(...On second thought, let's run with this testimony for a while longer.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Valant:
Only one pistol was in the hospital room that night. With it, I shot the clown.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you took the only pistol there, and fired it?
Valant:
...That's correct.
Phoenix:
And that pistol was this one, which was left at the crime scene?
Valant:
Good show! I see you, too, are a magician of sorts.
Phoenix:
(And you're an idiot of sorts... Do you have any idea what you just said...?)
Klavier:
I see the fire in your eyes as you glare at the witness. So how about heating up this trial a bit? These slow ballads bore me.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I've got a hunch, but maybe that's all it is. Maybe I should ask about something else?)
the bullet in the pistol.
Phoenix:
In order to shoot a pistol, you need a bullet. Where was the bullet?
Valant:
...I entered the room, and took the pistol in my hand. The bullet was already loaded, ready to fire at any time. A magician is always prepared, you see.
Phoenix:
Prepared for...?
Valant:
One never knows when a miracle will be called for. A magician always has seven doves in his pocket, and a white rabbit up each sleeve!
Klavier:
Clearly, we're dealing with professionals here.
Judge:
Hmm... Is this bullet that was loaded in the pistol really so important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
Without a loaded bullet, we wouldn't have a murder. It's very important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Changes statement from "Only one pistol was in the hospital room that night. With it, I shot the clown." to "The pistol was already loaded. I merely had to pull the trigger."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
the location of the pistol.
Phoenix:
Where exactly was the pistol when you entered the room?
Valant:
...Atop a small bedside table, it was. As if to say, "Here I am, take me into your hand, pull my trigger. Shoot him."
Klavier:
The victim clearly wanted to be shot.
Judge:
But... why?
Klavier:
Perhaps he wanted to go out... with a bang? ...Yet we will never hear the truth from his lips, so all we can do... is guess.
Judge:
Hmm... Is the location of the pistol all that important?
Quite important
Phoenix:
Without a murder weapon, there would be no murder! It's very important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well. Please add this detail to your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Changes statement from "Only one pistol was in the hospital room that night. With it, I shot the clown." to "I took up the pistol from the small table and shot the clown."
Not important
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask about something else.
Judge:
Very well. The witness may continue with the testimony.
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
Leads back to cross-examination
No need
Phoenix:
(...On second thought, let's run with this testimony for a while longer.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Stage Pistol
Phoenix:
Objection!
Leads to:
"According to the defendant, Zak Gramarye, when he entered the room..."
Valant:
Then I informed the doctor and the police.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
So you informed the police... What did you do then?
Valant:
...What do you suppose I did? Used my magic to levitate my mentor's corpse, perhaps?
Phoenix:
I don't know, that's why I'm asking. Now please answer the question and skip the sarcasm.
Valant:
After I made my report, I called the doctor, and we returned to the room. While we waited for the police to arrive, we discussed... stomach medicine.
Klavier:
We've confirmed this with the doctor. It all checks out. He praised Mr. Valant's knowledge of stomach medicine, in fact.
Valant:
...Ah, it is an honor I do not deserve. But, I accept.
Phoenix:
(Both of Magnifi's students received the same letter. Both admit to having gone to the hospital that night. Two bullets were fired... and one of them killed Magnifi! Time to find the cracks in his testimony...)
Phoenix:
According to the defendant, Zak Gramarye, when he entered the room... ...there were two pistols on that table.
Judge:
Two...?
Phoenix:
One of those pistols he used to shoot the clown in the forehead. Then he left with it in his pocket.
Klavier:
Of course, this is what he would say. Unlike the hapless clown, we must assume our defendant has some brains in his head.
Phoenix:
...Well, what about what Mr. Valant has told us? You see, there's something about his testimony that doesn't make sense.
Valant:
...What might that be? I told you, I took the pistol that was there, and shot the clown...
Phoenix:
That's your story, at least.
Valant:
...?
Phoenix:
But the rifling marks tell a very different story, Mr. Valant. Recall what Prosecutor Gavin told us!
Klavier:
We compared the bullet taken from the victim's skull with a bullet fired from this gun. The rifling marks on the bullets were a perfect match.
Valant:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Mr. Valant, if you fired this pistol... ...then YOU shot the victim in the forehead!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! Well, this is all rather sudden...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Heh heh heh heh... What have I done?
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
I owe the court an apology. ...Sorry.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry for what!?
Klavier:
You see, I was unaware that two of these unique pistols were crafted. The analysis of the rifling marks only proved the type of gun that fired them.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
But... But that's not what you told us before! You said you'd verified the murder weapon!
Klavier:
Which is why I'm apologizing to you now. Quite sincerely, I might add. ...Would you hold me accountable for a mistake made in my youth?
Phoenix:
That was just this morning!
Klavier:
...I am still young. And, I might add, it wasn't really my fault. If the defendant had only admitted he took one pistol from the scene of the crime... ...we would not be having this pleasant discussion now.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Hmm. Valant Gramarye?
Valant:
...Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
You were presented to this court as a "decisive witness". But you've proven to be more "divisive" than "decisive".
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...You'll see, in time.
Phoenix:
...!
Klavier:
The testimony so far has merely been a review of the "facts". The proof... comes next.
Judge:
Care to elaborate, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
When Mr. Valant entered the hospital room, the victim had already been shot. As his next testimony will prove! Herr Wright, the real fight is about to begin.
Phoenix:
(...Bring it.)
Judge:
Very well. The witness will now testify to the court. Help us determine who shot what!
Witness Testimony
-- Who Shot What --
Valant:
I arrived in the hospital room at the appointed time, which is to say 11:20 PM.After discovering the body, I fulfilled my obligation... then called in the doctor.The doctor examined the body before the police arrived...He was quite clear about the time of death: 11:10 PM.And the one in the room at the time was my partner... not me.
Judge:
Hmm... Those times are rather close, you have to admit. You're talking about an alibi established over a matter of minutes. To use a 10-minute discrepancy as the basis of your alibi...
Klavier:
...Is easy to explain in this situation, Herr Judge. For example... ...take our debut hit single, "13 Years Hard Time For Love". Cue to the song, press the play button, and it will play for 2 minutes, 15 seconds. Do it a hundred times, the result is the same.
Phoenix:
(Their debut single was only 2 minutes and 15 seconds long? What a rip-off!)
Klavier:
Magic is a world of utmost precision! Hocus pocus... requires admirable focus. And in the time of death determined by the doctor there is an incontrovertible truth.
Judge:
...Very well. The prosecution warns us that we're dealing with rather precise times. And we can expect the cross-examination to require the same level of precision.
Klavier:
I would hope the defense refrains from its customarily broad, sweeping accusations. ...Lest we blur the focus this case so clearly demands.
Judge:
...Point taken. Baseless remarks will result in a penalty. Carry on, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Carry on... Right.)
Cross Examination
-- Who Shot What --
Valant:
I arrived in the hospital room at the appointed time, which is to say 11:20 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
11:20 PM... Can you prove that's when you arrived?
Valant:
Alas, such a feat may be beyond even the Great Valant. For there was no one in that room but Magnifi, and he was departed, after a fashion.
Klavier:
I have here defendant Zak Gramarye's sworn deposition. "I snuck into his room that night at the appointed time. It was 10 minutes before I left the room... and the victim was still alive."
Judge:
The time indicated by this letter to Zak was 11:05 PM.
Klavier:
Exactly. Which means the witness could not have entered that room before 11:15! ...Because his partner was still in the middle of his crime.
Judge:
I see someone did their arithmetic homework.
Klavier:
You see, the defendant himself has corroborated the witness's testimony!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Does that all make sense?)
Not a problem
Phoenix:
I don't see any problem with that testimony.
Judge:
...... If you say so. Let's continue, shall we?
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical thing of all... is the truth.
Leads back to cross-examination
There's a contradiction
Phoenix:
...The only problem I see here is the glaring contradiction in that testimony?
Judge:
...... Was that a question?
Phoenix:
...... I guess it was?
Klavier:
You have been warned, Herr Wright. ...Baseless remarks will be penalized.
Judge:
Well put, Prosecutor Gavin! Oh, and Mr. Wright? Here's my answer to your question!
Phoenix:
(...Ugh...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Valant:
After discovering the body, I fulfilled my obligation... then called in the doctor.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You walk in on a murder, and the first thing you do is shoot the clown?
Valant:
...The disciple does what the disciple must. My mentor's request, without reason, had caused for me a surfeit of sorrow. For what would I, Valant, be now without him? "May the soul of Magnifi the Great find greater peace above." This I muttered to myself as I pulled that lonely trigger.
Klavier:
In any case, I believe this is nothing more than what we have already learned. I'm still waiting for one of those "Wright moments", Herr Attorney.
Judge:
May I remind you that baseless remarks will earn penalties. Proceed with that in mind.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. (What a pain this is turning out to be...)
Valant:
The doctor examined the body before the police arrived...
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did the doctor say anything concerning the cause of death?
Valant:
Why yes... I believe he screamed, "My God! He's been shot in the head!"
Judge:
It doesn't take a doctor to notice that. I believe I would have said much the same thing.
Klavier:
And I would have penned the requiem that arose in my soul at that horrid sight.
Phoenix:
(What ever happened to good old-fashioned investigation?)
Klavier:
In any case, I believe this is nothing more than what we have already learned. I'm still waiting for one of those "Wright moments", Herr Attorney.
Judge:
May I remind you that baseless remarks will earn penalties. Proceed with that in mind.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. (What a pain this is turning out to be...)
Valant:
He was quite clear about the time of death: 11:10 PM.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I don't think I'm stepping out on a limb to say I have some doubts about this. How could the doctor be so precise with the time?
Judge:
We do usually only get an "estimated" time of death, true. I'm not sure I've heard of a "verified" time of death.
Valant:
Magic revels in making the complex appear simple, but reality is the opposite. What appears complex, in this case, is a simple matter of subtraction.
Judge:
I see another person has done their arithmetic homework!
Klavier:
The point here... is the IV the victim was taking. It's quite visible in the photograph of the scene. Recall what we heard earlier about the victim, Magnifi Gramarye's schedule. Every night at 11:00, Magnifi took an IV drip for thirty minutes.
Judge:
I can see the IV bag right there, yes.
Klavier:
Now, look a little closer. Follow the tube down from the bag to the end...
Judge:
Ah...! The needle's been removed!
Klavier:
Doubtlessly, it fell out when he was shot.
Judge:
That would seem to be the case!
Klavier:
...When the needle comes out, the IV no longer drips.
Phoenix:
Ah! You could just measure the remaining IV liquid...
Klavier:
...Precisely. The IV liquid functions, for our purposes, as an hourglass of sorts. This is how the doctor determined the time of death. From the amount remaining in the bag, it was determined that... ...the IV had "stopped 10 minutes after administration began".
IV Report added to the Court Record.
Valant:
...And so it was. When I, Valant, entered that room... ...10 minutes had passed since that horrible crime was committed! And this is proof.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Did that seem important?)
Very important
Phoenix:
Well, seeing how it is the biggest clue we have to the time of death... ...I'd say it's very important.
Judge:
Hmm. Agreed! It would be hard to imagine a more precise way to determine the time. Behold the power of arithmetic! Very well. The witness will add this detail to his testimony!
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical thing of all... is the truth.
Adds statement "The water of life springs not eternal... The remaining IV liquid proves my innocence!"
Not important
Phoenix:
I don't see any problem with that testimony.
Judge:
...... If you say so. Let's continue, shall we?
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical thing of all... is the truth.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
How could the doctor be so precise with the time?
Judge:
We do usually only get an "estimated" time of death, true. I'm not sure I've heard of a "verified" time of death.
Valant:
Magic revels in making the complex appear simple, but reality is the opposite. What appears complex, in this case, is a simple matter of subtraction.
Klavier:
The point here... is the IV the victim was taking. The IV liquid functions, for our purposes, as an hourglass. You see the IV needle fell out of the victim's arm the moment he was shot.
Phoenix:
Ah! You could just measure the remaining IV liquid...
Klavier:
...This is how the doctor determined the time of death. From the amount remaining in the bag it was determined that... ...the IV had "stopped 10 minutes after administration began".
Valant:
...And so it was. When I, Valant, entered that room... ...10 minutes had passed since that horrible crime was committed! And this is proof.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Did that seem important?)
Very important
Phoenix:
Well, seeing how it is the biggest clue we have to the time of death... ...I'd say it's very important.
Judge:
Hmm. Agreed! It would be hard to imagine a more precise way to determine the time. Behold the power of arithmetic! Very well. The witness will add this detail to his testimony!
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical thing of all... is the truth.
Adds statement "The water of life springs not eternal... The remaining IV liquid proves my innocence!"
Not important
Phoenix:
I don't see any problem with that testimony.
Judge:
...... If you say so. Let's continue, shall we?
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical thing of all... is the truth.
Leads back to cross-examination
Press (after adding statement)
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
And he knew this by the amount of IV liquid left?
Valant:
Indeed. Apparently, doctors, as well as magicians, have a few tricks up their sleeves.
Klavier:
The impact of the shot caused the IV needle to drop, telling us the time of death. ...The deceased's final message to this world.
Phoenix:
(If I left this "alibi" go through... ...I'm finished. There has to be a hole in this somewhere. Heck, I'll take a pinprick.)
Valant:
The water of life springs not eternal... The remaining IV liquid proves my innocence!
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Did you notice the IV yourself, by any chance?
Valant:
When first I entered that room, the stench of gunpowder assailed me. Next, the mark of death upon my mentor's forehead! And then, his left arm did I spy, a rose, drooping and wilted. Its thorn, the discarded IV needle.
Klavier:
...Knocked from the vein by the force of the shot. Luckily for you. If that IV had not been there, why... you might be a suspect.
Valant:
...Indubitably so. I might say it's thanks to my lucky color.
Phoenix:
Your... lucky color?
Valant:
Indeed. Even today I wear it proudly 'pon my suspect self. For it always, without fail, brings me luck. Why, when "Zak & Valant" won their first Magician's Grand Prix... Yes! The very one held by the Association of International Magicians! I was adorned in this attire then, too! And our trophy: a bust. Ah, what a day that was!
Phoenix:
(*groan* This is one trip down memory lane no one needs.)
Valant:
My lucky color, yes indeed! And that IV, too... ...I say, I think 'twas hued especially for me, Valant!
Judge:
Hmm... That does seem to be the case, indeed. ...Well, Mr. Wright? Any thoughts on this testimony?
Phoenix:
(...Valant sure looks happy with himself. ...OK, how about this "lucky color" testimony?)
Not a problem
Phoenix:
I don't see any problem with that testimony.
Judge:
...... If you say so. Let's continue, shall we?
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical thing of all... is the truth.
Leads back to cross-examination
There's a contradiction
Phoenix:
It certainly sounds like your lucky color's brought you plenty of luck. But not this time. Mr. Valant... your lucky color's betrayed you.
Valant:
...I'm afraid you've lost me.
Phoenix:
...Your Honor! The witness's testimony just now clearly contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
...Whaaat!? Please recall my warning at the beginning of this cross-examination, Mr. Wright. Baseless accusations will be duly penalized! I do hope this latest accusation is well-based.
Phoenix:
(...Don't worry, I've got all your bases right here.)
Judge:
...Very well. Let's hear the defense's claim. Where is your evidence that contradicts what Mr. Valant has told us?
Present Crime Photo
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...The crime scene tells all, Your Honor."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm... pity. That didn't "do it" for me, as the kids are fond of saying nowadays. Perhaps you can explain it in such a way that it would.
Phoenix:
Well, I don't know whether it's the sort of evidence to "do it" for anyone but...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
"Do" yourself a favor and stop flailing around for excuses! ...Before you "do" yourself in! ...And "do" try to straighten your spine. All that bending over is bad for your posture.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
I've got something that should make you sit up straight.
Phoenix:
(Darn... I was so close on that one.)
Judge:
...Now that we're all upstanding citizens again, back to the testimony.
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical thing of all... is the truth.
Leads back to cross-examination
Valant:
And the one in the room at the time was my partner... not me.
Press
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
You entered that hospital room at 11:20 PM. The time given by the defendant, Zak Gramarye, was 11:05 PM. ...You didn't run into him at the hospital that night?
Valant:
Hmm. This is why I never perform with amateurs, you see.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Valant:
Picture if you will the night-time hospital. Outside, only the pale light of the moon. If two dressed as we were to meet in such circumstances... ...I daresay that would ruin the mood completely!
Phoenix:
...... The mood isn't in question here.
Klavier:
I believe the witness is saying they didn't meet, ja?
Valant:
For what is magic, if not the study of beauty? Us meeting was not only out of the question, it was an impossibility!
Phoenix:
(For what is magic, if not the study of how to make absolutely no sense at all? That said... was there a contradiction in there?)
Not a problem
Phoenix:
I don't see any problem with that testimony.
Judge:
...... If you say so. Let's continue, shall we?
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical thing of all... is the truth.
Leads back to cross-examination
There's a contradiction
Phoenix:
...The only problem I see here is the glaring contradiction in that testimony?
Judge:
...... Was that a question?
Phoenix:
...... I guess it was?
Klavier:
You have been warned, Herr Wright. ...Baseless remarks will be penalized.
Judge:
Well put, Prosecutor Gavin! Oh, and Mr. Wright? Here's my answer to your question!
Phoenix:
(...Ugh...)
Leads back to cross-examination
Phoenix:
(An alibi over a matter of minutes. Precise is right! Hmm. And pressing with impunity will earn me a nice penalty, too. Better focus on one thing... this "time of death".)
Phoenix:
...The crime scene tells all, Your Honor.
Judge:
The photo of the crime scene?
Klavier:
...All this talk of color has me yearning for black and white, clear-cut simplicity. ...Tell us, Herr Wright, just where is the contradiction in this photo?
Phoenix:
...My pleasure. And, I assure you, it's quite simple. ...But I can't promise anything in black and white.
Judge:
...Let's hear what Mr. Wright has to say. What in this photo contradicts the witness's testimony?
Present IV bag
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...Valant Gramarye! Let's get one thing straight about your "lucky color"."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
...... Contrary to Mr. Wright's promises, this seems pretty black and white to me.
Klavier:
...Agreed.
Phoenix:
Um... how's that?
Judge:
You're wrong. That black and white enough for you?
Phoenix:
(...Ugh. Thank you sir, may I have another... Valant's "lucky color" is the color of his clothes, right? What contradicts that?)
Leads back to:
"...Let's hear what Mr. Wright has to say."
Phoenix:
...Valant Gramarye! Let's get one thing straight about your "lucky color". ...It's "yellow", yes?
Valant:
...Kind of takes the mystery out of it, but yes.
Judge:
Something wrong with yellow, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, there is. Decisively wrong, in fact. Take another look at the photo of the crime scene.
Judge:
Wh-What's this...?
Valant:
Confusion, doubt... tell us, what do your elderly eyes spy?
Judge:
Even my elderly eyes can see a problem here, Mr. Valant. Look at that IV bag!
Valant:
Ack! Wh-What is this...!? What foul mag... ick!
Phoenix:
...It would be hard to call the IV liquid "yellow". And I'm afraid, no magic was involved in the taking of this photograph.
Valant:
Ah... Alla... Allakaz... Allakanooooooooooooo!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! What does this mean!?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
This... This is some kind of mistake!
Judge:
Yes, Prosecutor Gavin... Your witness's mistake.
Klavier:
...!
Phoenix:
(The greener they are, the harder they fall... I suppose there's no substitute for experience.) Valant Gramarye, as you reminded us several times... ...your lucky color is yellow. But the IV is clearly not.
Valant:
W-Well...
Phoenix:
This contradiction can mean only one thing!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...And to think... You almost had me.
Phoenix:
...?
Klavier:
I see your true colors now, "ace attorney" Phoenix Wright!
Judge:
Something you'd like to tell us, Prosecutor Gavin? As far as this court can tell, the witness's testimony does contradict the evidence.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha... Yes, a contradiction. One that I shall be pleased to hand right back to Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
How do you mean...?
Klavier:
How? Because the witness has made no mistakes! I agree, at a glance, the IV liquid does appear a sort of greenish-yellow. But I assure you, the liquid itself is quite yellow.
Judge:
Yellow liquid...? How can you say that? As far as I can tell from this photo, it's green...
Klavier:
Yes, but what color is the IV bag itself?
Phoenix:
The bag? You mean the plastic bag on the hook?
Judge:
Hmm... It looks like a... I want to say "light blue"?
Klavier:
Precisely. ...Figured it out yet? Put a yellow liquid in a blue bag and...?
Phoenix:
...You get green.
Klavier:
This, incidentally, is the liquid's true color!
Judge:
...I see! Your explanation does have the ring of truth to it.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
As I thought... There's no substitute for experience, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
What...?
Phoenix:
You may tell a good tale. But. You've just proven something rather grave. For you, that is.
Klavier:
G-Grave?
Phoenix:
The liquid in the IV is yellow, yes. ...But how did this witness know that?
Valant:
...!
Phoenix:
It's quite unnatural when you think about it. You... did think about it, didn't you?
Klavier:
...Ah... Urk!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense requests an explanation from the witness! At the scene of the crime, the IV liquid appears to be green! ...So let me ask! How did the witness know the IV liquid was actually yellow!?
Valant:
Allakazooooooooooomg!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! Mr. Wright! You will explain this at once! The witness clearly knew the color of the IV liquid... ...so I'm sure it means something, but what!?
Phoenix:
...I can think of only one possibility, Your Honor. The witness, Valant Gramarye... ...has testified that the IV liquid was yellow because...
it looked yellow.
Phoenix:
There was a reason the IV liquid looked yellow to the witness! ...I bet!
Judge:
...... Erm, Mr. Wright? That "I bet" at the end there... it worries me. Am I right in the assumption that you "hope" there's a reason. Not "know"?
Phoenix:
...... Perhaps. Yes. Definitely.
Judge:
Then allow me to crush that hope as gentle and gentlemanly as I can.
Phoenix:
One more chance, please... (*sigh*)
Leads back to:
"...I can think of only one possibility, Your Honor."
he'd seen it before.
Leads to:
"...From the facts before us, the answer is clear."
he knew the IV liquid's color.
Leads to:
"...From the facts before us, the answer is clear."
Phoenix:
...From the facts before us, the answer is clear. The witness knew that the IV liquid was yellow. ...Why? Because he'd seen it before. But not inside the blue bag we see in the photo. He saw the liquid by itself, in a clear, colorless bag.
Judge:
I suppose he would have had to. But I'm still not clear as to what all this means.
Phoenix:
Ask yourself, why would he know, if he didn't work at a hospital? ...That's where you'll find your meaning, Your Honor.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
I'm afraid I find nothing. So what if he knew the IV liquid's color? Leave the getting excited over absolutely nothing to our teenybopper fans, ja?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The IV liquid is the only evidence "proving" the time of death. A 30-minute hourglass, with 20 minutes worth of sand remaining. Your claim, Prosecutor Gavin.
Judge:
I remember it well.
Phoenix:
However... ...there's a critical difference between an hourglass and an IV bag.
Judge:
W-W-Wait! I know!!! An hourglass uses sand, but an IV bag uses liquid... ...I'm right, right?
Phoenix:
As much as it pains me to say this, Your Honor, no. Unlike the sands through an hourglass, IV liquid enters the patient's body. At which point, like magic, it disappears. However! What if the amount of IV liquid had increased? You couldn't tell, could you? After all, there's no way of knowing how much went in.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Let me get this straight, Herr Wright. You're saying the witness watered down the victim's IV bag!?
Phoenix:
Not with water... but with IV liquid. That's how you knew the IV liquid was yellow!
Valant:
Now wait. Wait. I said wait!!! How might an amateur such as myself assay to perform such a task?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I'm an amateur, too, but I can pour water into a cup.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
I'm afraid there's quite a big difference between a cup and an IV bag. Quite. Can you prove our witness is capable of such a feat!?
Judge:
Hmm... He has a point, amateurs. I, at least, would have some difficulty pouring IV liquid into that bag.
Phoenix:
(You don't need to be an expert to see the look on the witness's face! He added liquid to that IV to throw off the time of death!)
Klavier:
...I tire of these fairy tales lacking evidence.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Any solid evidence to bring us back down to earth?
Phoenix:
...Valant Gramarye. I'm afraid your "magic" won't serve you well in a life of crime.
Valant:
Might I ask what you're strongly suggesting?
Phoenix:
...Magic relies on props. And props... become evidence. Our witness was certainly able to increase the amount of IV liquid in the bag. All he had to do was work a little magic. And the prop was...
Present Small Syringe
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The victim's syringe..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
...... I'm afraid Mr. Wright is attempting to water down this case!
Phoenix:
...Urk.
Klavier:
Why add water, when you could add a penalty?
Phoenix:
...Unnk.
Judge:
...Why indeed!
Phoenix:
(That didn't go so well. I wonder if there was something at the scene... Something he could have used to add more IV liquid.)
Judge:
Once again, Mr. Wright, if you would be so kind.
Leads back to:
"Our witness was certainly able to increase the amount of IV liquid in the bag."
Judge:
The victim's syringe...
Phoenix:
...It's the perfect prop for the "Magically Increasing IV" trick! And easy enough for an amateur to use.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Wh-What kind of evidence is that!? The syringe was clean! Not a trace of liquid in it!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
And don't you find that odd, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Wh-What...?
Phoenix:
The victim had the syringe to administer his insulin shots... ...There should have been traces of insulin left inside!
Klavier:
...!
Phoenix:
Well, Valant Gramarye? As you pointed out yourself, the IV liquid makes the perfect clock... ...one that you could manipulate at will!
Valant:
Allak... Allakazzzzzzzaaaaaaaugh!
Judge:
I do believe... well, with this being his first... ...that the burden of this trial has been a bit too much to bear for Prosecutor Gavin.
Examine evidence
Small Syringe
Syringe barrel
Phoenix:
Valant used this to manipulate the time of death, washed it, and left the scene. ...Which is why it shows no signs of use.
Klavier:
......
Judge:
I'm afraid that, while there is a doubt as to the amount of IV liquid in that bag... ...the time of death cannot be proven. ...And that brings our trial to a close for today.
Phoenix:
(Well. Maybe I can squeeze an extra day out of this... I can do a little much-needed investigation work.)
Judge:
I see there are no objections, court is adjour--
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Heh. Heh heh heh! ...Truly, there's no substitute for experience. Nothing blinds one to the truth so effectively.
Phoenix:
...!
Klavier:
A word to the wise: Underestimate the young, and they'll sweep your feet out from under you. In a way you never, ever expected. ...You see, I know exactly what you're thinking.
Phoenix:
...? (What's he talking about?)
Klavier:
You say the witness used the syringe to manipulate the level of the IV liquid. But there is no proof.
Phoenix:
There's no proof he didn't do it, either.
Klavier:
...Yes, quite true.
Phoenix:
(Huh? He's admitting it?)
Klavier:
Nor was this witness quite as decisive as I'd hoped. This, I admit. After all, why linger in the past, when the future holds so much?
Judge:
You... have something in mind, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Proof, Herr Judge. I have another way to prove my case. ...With evidence, no less.
Judge:
What's this...?
Klavier:
This... is the victim, Magnifi Gramarye's diary.
Phoenix:
Diary...?
Klavier:
After going into the hospital, Magnifi began writing his memoirs, it seems. The story of his birth, his startling debut... and of meeting his disciples. It seems he intended for the last chapter to end, quite appropriately, with his death.
Phoenix:
Wait... That book doesn't say what the reason was, does it? The reason why his disciples couldn't refuse his last request?
Klavier:
...Sadly, it does not. What's important here... is on the last page. Apparently, the victim wrote in his journal that night. Even after the IV had begun at 11:00 PM. ...Let's read it, shall we?
Judge:
Hmm... This does appear to have been written just before his death. The court accepts this into evidence.
Magnifi's Diary added to the Court Record.
Klavier:
Read the very last part with particular care. "This journal may end here or it may go on... but not long. That depends on his hand." Of course, by "his"... ...he refers to our defendant, Zak Gramarye.
Judge:
...That would make sense, yes. He was the first scheduled visitor, after all.
Klavier:
But look at what he said before that!
Klavier:
"This journal may end here or it may go on." ..."It may go on"! Magnifi Gramarye intended to write again! That is... ...if Zak Gramarye didn't pull the trigger.
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
I see the defense understands the meaning of this. The victim's diary does not "go on"... It ends! Because Magnifi's life was brought to an end by the defendant, Zak Gramarye!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! ...Prosecutor Gavin! Are you certain that Magnifi Gramarye wrote this!?
Klavier:
...There is no mistaking his handwriting.
Judge:
Well, this does seem to be significant. According to this, Magnifi did intend to continue his diary. Yet, if his diary ended here, which plainly, it did...
Klavier:
...Then the one who pulled the trigger was the first visitor. ...Zak Gramarye. Well, how do you like me now, Herr Wright? Still too "green" for your tastes? Hmm?
Phoenix:
...... (He's right about the diary being pretty clear. Still I find it hard to believe... ...that he'd overlook such an obvious problem with his precious evidence!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? The witness's testimony we heard was lacking... ...but put together with this evidence, it seems quite sufficient for a case.
Phoenix:
(...If the diary is accepted like this, the trial's over. Hmm. Maybe it's time for me to show them something.)
Examine evidence
Magnifi's Diary
Pages
Phoenix:
This is the last page. The diary ends here. ...! Huh?  What's this? It looks like... a page was ripped out? Well now, isn't that interesting?
Show evidence
Leads to:
"I'm left with no choice but to show my own evidence."
No need
Phoenix:
(I don't like anything about this situation... ...But the judge is already getting twitchy with his gavel. So I'd better show them something quick... or else.)
Leads to:
"I'm left with no choice but to show my own evidence."
Phoenix:
I'm left with no choice but to show my own evidence.
Judge:
...What!? You have some evidence that overturns this diary!?
Klavier:
Hmm... ...It's not to [sic] late to rethink this and avoid more... embarrassment.
Judge:
Very well. Please show us your evidence, Mr. Wright.
Klavier:
Incidentally, don't even think of showing us this diary I've just shown the court.
Phoenix:
...!
Klavier:
Now that we've come this far, I hope you have something a little more... decisive. Show us evidence that proves the victim continued writing his diary!
Phoenix:
...Alright. I'd be happy to. The decisive evidence proving that the diary didn't end with this page is...
Present Notebook Page
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"First... take a close look at this diary."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm... This evidence... You're saying this is "decisive"?
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
We don't need proof that he "might" have continued his diary. We need proof that he did continue that diary! If such a thing exists, of course...
Phoenix:
(Time to get cozy with the Court Record... I know I've got the evidence in here somewhere.)
Leads back to:
"Very well. Please show us your evidence, Mr. Wright."
Phoenix:
First... take a close look at this diary. ...Note that a page has clearly been ripped out!
Judge:
What's this...!? ...I hadn't noticed that at all.
Phoenix:
(That's why we're still here talking about this...) As it just so happens... ...I have here what I believe to be the missing page.
Valant:
...Allaka-I-don't-believe-it.
Phoenix:
Looking at this page... It's hard to imagine that the first visitor that night shot Magnifi Gramarye. That's the defense's position.
Judge:
W-Wait. Let me see that! What in sam hill...? Why, this is the continuation of the victim's diary!
Phoenix:
Note the torn edge of the page. It's a perfect match with the torn remains of the last page in Magnifi's diary!
Valant:
Quite... remarkable...
Klavier:
Would you care to explain what all this means, Herr Attorney?
Phoenix:
The diary continued after his first visitor came. Which means that the victim was still alive after Zak Gramarye left! Leaving no one to take his life but the second visitor! Valant Gramarye!
Valant:
No... Nooooo...!
Judge:
The handwriting, too, matches that on the other pages. This is, without a doubt, the genuine article! Order! Order! Order!
Valant:
But, but wait! This is... That's impossible! That old man couldn't have written that...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Finally. You just couldn't resist, could you, Herr Wright?
Phoenix:
...Resist what? Presenting solid evidence?
Klavier:
...... Herr Judge?
Judge:
Y-Yes, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Might I request we put the current cross-examination on hold? The prosecution would like to call a new witness.
Judge:
B-But, Prosecutor Gavin! This evidence overturns the current witness's...
Klavier:
...I ask only to put it on hold! Please. My new witness has a very, very important piece of testimony to give. ...Five minutes. No more. I promise... Your Honor.
Judge:
W-Well, if you put it that way... Mr. Wright, what's your take on this?
Phoenix:
...... Well, Your Honor. Judging from his enthusiasm... ...we'll have to hear this new testimony sooner or later anyway. ...So it might as well be sooner.
Judge:
...Then, though this is highly, highly irregular... ...we will put the current cross-examination on hold. The witness may step down. ...Now, Prosecutor Gavin! Please bring this surprise witness to the courtroom!
Phoenix:
(...I had a bad feeling just then. That ripped-out page was too obvious... ...He must have known. And I should've known it was a bad sign all around...)
Judge:
Hmm... Holding trial with no audience is a first, even for me, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
...I beg the court's understanding. But I had to make a judiciary deal with the witness to secure his testimony.
Phoenix:
A judiciary "deal"...?
Klavier:
The details of his testimony may have some "legal ramifications", shall we say. I thought it best to contain the information to this room.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. And you are the witness, I gather...?
???:
Ah... Y-Yes. Yes, sir.
Klavier:
...State your name and occupation for the record.
Drew:
Erm... My name's Drew Misham. I'm... a painter.
Judge:
A painter? And you are somehow related to this case?
Drew:
No, well. Not per se...
Klavier:
...I have one simple question for this witness.
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
Mister... Misham, was it? Do you know what this is?
Drew:
Oh... yeah. I know it well.
Phoenix:
...How's that possible? Have you seen this diary page somewhere before?
Drew:
Oh, yeah. I mean... I made it.
Phoenix:
You... what? You "made" it!?
Drew:
...Yes. You might call it one of my "works".
Klavier:
...The regional prosecutor's office received a tip-off yesterday. "Illegal evidence has been prepared for the trial of Zak Gramarye."
Judge:
Illegal... evidence?
Klavier:
I initiated an investigation, and found this witness. A painter to the world at large, Drew Misham has another side, you might say. He is skilled in making perfect reproductions of certain things... ...Forgeries, in other words.
Phoenix:
F-Forgeries...!?
Judge:
W-Well! So, we are to understand that this page here is...
Klavier:
...A fake. Prepared by a certain defense attorney.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Hold it! I didn't "prepare" this evidence!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Ah, the attorney speaks. Something about this page, I presume. But what is he saying? It makes no sense! ...After all it was you who presented this evidence to us, Phoenix Wright!
Judge:
...Witness! Er, Mr. Misham, was it? Who requested this forgery!? Who was your client!?
Drew:
That... I don't know.
Phoenix:
What...!?
Drew:
Most of my clients prefer to remain anonymous, even to me. I make the items they want, and receive my payment. That's the extent of my contact with them.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
B-But...! There's no proof this is a fake!
Drew:
It's a fake.
Phoenix:
Huh...
Drew:
To avoid just this sort of problem... I always put a special mark on my "works". I can say, without a doubt, this is mine.
Judge:
...Mr. Wright. You have just presented illegal evidence to this court. My court.
Phoenix:
(...It was careless of me. ...That's all I can say.)
Trucy:
Oh... Old boy! Um, uh... Here.
Phoenix:
What's this...?
Trucy:
I dunno! I just got it over there in the hall. They told me to give it to the "old boy in the blue suit with the spiky hair". They said it was really important!
Phoenix:
(It was all a trap. A fatal trap...)
Judge:
...Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Judge:
Do you have an explanation for yourself?
Phoenix:
If I did, would the court hear it?
Judge:
...... Probably not. Forging evidence is a serious crime. And presenting it in court, a serious mistake. A fatal mistake, for an attorney.
Klavier:
Fatal, too, perhaps, for your client, I fear.
Phoenix:
...!
Klavier:
Tell me, what kind of defendant relies on forged evidence...? The answer is quite clear. A guilty one!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
...Your Honor, wait! I understand that presenting forged evidence in court is a serious crime. But you cannot hold my client responsible for actions I undertook as an individual...
Judge:
...I am sorry, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Your Honor?
Klavier:
Another close call, I dare say. If the prosecutor's office hadn't received that hot tip... ...everything would have gone the way you wanted it to, ja?
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
...I even gave you a chance. Too bad you decided not to think before embarrassing yourself...
Judge:
I see no need for further discussion on this matter. Special witness dismissed!
Examine evidence
Magnifi's Diary
Pages
Phoenix:
The ripped-out page... Now I see that everything has been a set-up. All so I would present forged evidence to the court.
Drew:
...Mr. Attorney?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Drew:
Could I... ask your name?
Phoenix:
...? Phoenix Wright...
Drew:
Mr. Wright... I have seen and studied many people, but none like you. I'll remember you, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
...Though I deeply regret having to declare a verdict in this way... This trial is over.
Zak:
......
Judge:
You have the right to find a new attorney and make an appeal. However, this court must...
Zak:
Ah, Your Honor?
Judge:
Y-Yes, Mr. Zak?
Zak:
There is one thing I wish to make clear. Today, in this courtroom... ...you cannot declare me "guilty". ...It is impossible.
Judge:
...I'm afraid the defendant is quite mistaken. I most certainly have the authority to declare a verdict on you.
Zak:
Except... tell me, how do you plan on announcing your verdict... ...when your defendant does not exist?
Judge:
"Doesn't exist"...? What are you talking about?
Zak:
I am talking... about this!
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Enigmar!!!
Klavier:
The defendant's escaped! Find him! Quick!
Judge:
Bailiff! Close all exits from the building! On the double! He must not be allowed to escape!
That day, in that courtroom, a miracle occurred. The defendant, Shadi Enigmar, a.k.a. Zak Gramarye, did not just "escape" from court. He literally, unbelievably, "vanished". ...Right before the bailiff's eyes. No one ever saw him again. Not since that day.
...This is the "Gramarye Miracle"! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
No verdict was declared. ...After all, the defendant didn't exist. That's how it happened. The trial of magician Zak Gramarye vanished, along with him, for all eternity. The mysteries that remained behind were all solved, however. ...But not until seven years later.
To be continued.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track...?)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals a contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Shadi Enigmar...
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will surrender himself to the court's care... ...to undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month's time. Court is adjourned!
Turnabout Succession
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
...That trial seven years ago was the beginning of it all. This I know beyond a doubt. The mysteries of the past work their magic on the present. But you'll soon be finding all of this out for yourself. Which of Magnifi Gramarye's disciples pulled that trigger? Where did the vanishing defendant, Zak Gramarye, go? What dark truth lurks behind the forged diary page? And what about the girl who was left behind...?
...The past left us these four "keys" to unlocking the truth. But that's not all. There are four "keys" in the present, as well. And when all the questions have found their answers... ...the final trial will begin. But first, you must chase the truth through then and now. Think of it... as a game.
Phoenix:
I, Phoenix Wright, will be your guide through this game. That terrible trial saw me present forged evidence. ...It ended, half-finished, when the defendant vanished. What became of me after that...? As your investigation proceeds the answer will become clear. ...Oh, and one more thing. There is something I must tell you. As Apollo Justice has his bracelet... ...so, too, do I have my own "weapon" of sorts. ...My Magatama. What does it do, you ask? That I would have you see for yourself. ...Well now. Shall we begin? Touch the arrow to switch between past and present. But let's begin seven years ago... in the past. It is right after my last trial came to an abrupt end. ...Now that you know the game, let's play.
After moving anywhere (7 years ago):
Phoenix:
The nightmare trial was over... ...and the new nightmare of figuring out what had happened had just begun. I wanted to wake up, to walk away. ...But I figured I'm the only one who could do this, probably. And besides, I had plenty of time. Thanks to the Bar Association review board's decision. It's hard to work when your attorney's badge has been taken away.
Seven Years Ago
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Trucy:
Ooh! Morning, Daddy!
Enigmar:
Ah, I'm so glad you came.
Trucy:
You OK, Daddy? They picking on you?
Enigmar:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I am fine, as always. This old boy is here to help me, after all.
Phoenix:
(That's "young man" to you.) Good morning. That's a cute outfit you have on.
Trucy:
Thanks! My first show's today, after all!
Phoenix:
...Two weeks had passed since then. I called her into my office.
Phoenix:
Trucy, there's something we need to talk about.
Trucy:
......
Phoenix:
It's been two weeks since your father... disappeared. We need to start thinking about... your future.
Trucy:
......
Phoenix:
I, um, did some calling around. This is hard to say, but... ...you have no living
relatives.
Trucy:
......
Phoenix:
So... ...I was wondering if you wanted to stay with me for a while. Just until your daddy comes home. It won't be long. (...I hope.)
Trucy:
......
Phoenix:
Uh, of course, it's totally your choice. If you don't like it here, you can go wherever you'd like. I could look up some places you might like to stay at... (This is so weird...)
Trucy:
...Mr. Attorney. Daddy told me about you. He said I could trust you.
Phoenix:
Huh...? Really?
Trucy:
So, if I stay here... ...does that mean you'll be my family?
Phoenix:
Huh? Uh... Um... I guess so? (Getting weirder...)
Trucy:
Um... Mr. Attorney?
Phoenix:
Er, actually, why don't you call me... Nick. ...Or you can call me "Daddy" if you'd like. It doesn't have to be today, or anything.
Trucy:
OK! Say, Daddy?
Phoenix:
(That was quick.) ...Yes?
Trucy:
If I move here, I have to switch schools, right? And I was thinking, I haven't paid for lunches at my last school... for a year. So thanks, Daddy!
Phoenix:
...Ah.
Trucy:
Oh, and this office? It's a little blah. A little color goes a long way, you know?
Phoenix:
...Ah.
Trucy:
Oh, and Daddy? You got fired from work, right? Don't you worry one bit! I'll work twice as hard! We'll make it through this!
Phoenix:
Trucy... how old are you?
Trucy:
Oh, I'm eight. But don't let appearances deceive you! I'm a young professional! Stick with me and you'll do just fine, Daddy!
Phoenix:
...Ah, thanks. (Why does it feel like she's already in charge...?)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Quite the collection of law books. My mentor bought all of them. I used to be too busy to read them. Now that I have the time to read them, there's no need. ...But I can't just sell them. Maybe Trucy will want to read them someday?
Trucy:
...?
Phoenix:
(...Nah.)
Charley the plant
Phoenix:
My mentor's favorite plant, Charley. I guess watering Charley's my only real job now. ...... Wait! I have a child now! I can't feed Trucy like this! She probably needs more than the occasional watering, too, I'm guessing.
Trucy:
...?
Movie poster
Phoenix:
An old movie poster hangs on the wall. I finally found out the title after not knowing for the longest time. I actually rented the movie the other day. Cried my eyes out. ...... Ack! Just thinking about it makes me tear up... Wait, it's just allergies... Really! ...I should show it to her when she's a little older. ...... (Wait... what was it called again...?)
Trucy:
...?
Phoenix's desk
Phoenix:
My desk. Not that I have any reason to sit there anymore. I guess Trucy can use it. It's great for studying math, English, geography, magic... ...Ack! I'm not crying. I just got some dust in my eye.
Trucy:
...?
Window
Phoenix:
You can still see that hotel from the window here. Every time I look out, I think back on those old cases... ...I wonder if the view looks different now that I'm not wearing my old badge...
Trucy:
I really dig the far out view, Daddy!
Phoenix:
...Thanks. (She must have learned a lot of words from her parents.)
Talk
The office
Trucy:
So, Daddy, you got fired from being a lawyer, right?
Phoenix:
You could at least kind of look aside or something when you say that. It's... actually kind of hard for me... For Daddy.
Trucy:
Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy! Wait! Is that "foolish pride"? My other daddy always used to talk about that.
Phoenix:
Uh... Actually, that's pretty accurate.
Trucy:
So, here's my idea. We'll make a new office! "Law" just seems so stiff, doesn't it? And no one will be my friend at school that way!
Phoenix:
Well that won't do, I guess. I just don't know much about anything other than law. (Or even much about law, if you were to ask some people.)
Trucy:
Maybe the problem is calling it an "office". We should run an "agency" instead!
Phoenix:
You mean... like a talent agency? Forgive me for asking, but doesn't that require "talent"?
Trucy:
You've got me, don'tcha? I'm a professional!
Phoenix:
A professional...?
Trucy:
Yup! After all, I am directly descended from the famous Zak Gramarye!
Phoenix:
Directly descended... He's your father.
Trucy:
Oh...! And now I'm directly descended from the famous Phoenix Wright, too!
Phoenix:
(I think an eight-year-old just massaged my ego.)
Daddy
Phoenix:
Could you tell me a bit more about your daddy... er, Zak Gramarye?
Trucy:
Daddy? Sure thing, Daddy!
Phoenix:
(Which Daddy was that again?)
Trucy:
Daddy's so amazing! The biggest star of Troupe Gramarye! And they're big!
Phoenix:
The Gramaryes... They were on television a lot. (Haven't seen them on much recently, come to think of it.)
Trucy:
Big magic happens when you put Zak and Valant Gramarye together, you know. Once they made a giant waterfall, right there on the stage! And this giant trout swam up the giant waterfall!
Phoenix:
Let me guess, there was a giant fisherman waiting for him at the top?
Trucy:
I wish I could have seen more of Daddy's magic...
Phoenix:
(Ack! I shouldn't have brought it up so soon...)
Trucy:
I wonder what'll happen to me, with Daddy and Mommy both gone.
Phoenix:
Mommy...? (Yeah, what about Mommy? I haven't heard anything about Trucy's mother!)
Trucy:
But I have my magic! And a great daddy, even if he is unemployed! You know, I think thing's [sic] are going to be OK!
Phoenix:
(I wonder if she'll talk about her mother...?)
The professional (appears after "The office")
Phoenix:
So Trucy... You're... a "professional"?
Trucy:
Yes! Um... It's like that thing they say! "Baby frogs grow up to be frogs"...?
Phoenix:
They say that?
Trucy:
I always thought it was funny, though.
Phoenix:
What was?
Trucy:
Aren't baby frogs called "tadpoles"...? Maybe they thought it would be easier to understand that way for kids. How stupid!
Phoenix:
...Right. So, in conclusion... ...you're a professional magician, Trucy?
Trucy:
That's right! Well? Well? Wanna see a trick?
Phoenix:
You're... going to do a magic trick?
Please, show me!
Leads to:
"Actually, I would like to see your trick."
Maybe next time.
Phoenix:
Thanks, but maybe next time.
Trucy:
Aw, that's no fun. You only live once, you know?
Phoenix:
(The tricks can wait. We've got more important things to discuss.)
Trucy:
I can't think of anything more important than magic, myself.
Phoenix:
...... (Was that... mind reading?)
Trucy:
Silly, it was written all over your face!
Phoenix:
(If that wasn't a magic trick, I wonder what the real ones are like!)
Phoenix:
Actually, I would like to see your trick. The future of the "agency" depends on it, after all.
Trucy:
That's the spirit! ...Ready? Here goes! Ta dah!!!
Mr. Hat:
Hey folks, it's Mr. Hat! I gotta say it's good to be seen!
Phoenix:
Yeeeeeeeeargh! Whoa... that was... startling.
Trucy:
The Amazing Mr. Hat! Isn't he great?
Mr. Hat:
Your friendly neighborhood Mr. Hat, at your service!
Phoenix:
He... certainly makes an impression.
Trucy:
Doesn't he? Ha ha ha! I'm so glad you like him, Daddy!
Mr. Hat:
Though my routines do get a bit "heady" at times! Hah! Get it? Heady!
Phoenix:
(...My friendly neighborhood Mr. Hat nearly gave me a heart attack.)
The Amazing Mr. Hat added to the Court Record.
Mommy (appears after "Daddy")
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about your mommy... if it's OK?
Trucy:
Mommy was so pretty... She was like an angel up on stage.
Phoenix:
On stage... You mean, with your daddy?
Trucy:
Yep! She was always there with Zak & Valant, smiling! But then... she went away.
Phoenix:
Went away?
Trucy:
It was a grand illusion... but she made a mistake. She vanished... and I guess she didn't know how to get back.
Phoenix:
...Maybe so.
Trucy:
I cried then, a lot. That's when Daddy gave me this. ...Here.
Phoenix:
This... is your mother? (She's beautiful...)
Trucy:
Her name's Thalassa. Thalassa Gramarye.
Phoenix:
(Poor girl. I didn't know her mommy had gone missing. And now her daddy's vanished, too, right before her eyes.)
Trucy:
Hey, Daddy? You won't...
Phoenix:
Don't worry. I won't vanish, I promise.
Trucy:
Right! You can't even do magic! You're like a backup plan! Daddy always said to have a backup plan.
Phoenix:
(...I guess all I rate as is a "backup plan".)
Trucy's Locket added to the Court Record.
Present
Trucy's Locket
Phoenix:
Trucy, about this locket...
Trucy:
Oh, that's Mommy! Isn't Mommy pretty? Wait... you don't want to know more about Mommy, do you, Daddy?
Phoenix:
I do, actually.
Trucy:
Eeek! I better keep an eye on you, Daddy!
Phoenix:
...... Oh, that's not how I meant it, honest. (She is beautiful, though. And something more... Poise, that's it. She's got poise.)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Hey, Trucy, see this?
Trucy:
...I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Trucy:
I'm still just training to be a magician. I can't make things disappear yet.
Phoenix:
W-What?
Trucy:
Wait one more year! I'll be able to make it disappear then!
Phoenix:
(I'll be sure to be careful when showing evidence to magicians in the future...)
Examine evidence
Trucy's Locket
Inside of locket
Phoenix:
...So this is Trucy's mother, Thalassa. She's pretty. I can picture her on stage with Zak. Still, she looks like a down-to-earth type, too. I guess Trucy takes after her.
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
I think that's probably enough for today. Sorry to ask you so much all at once like that.
Trucy:
It's OK! After all, we're family! I just hope you're ready! The Wright Talent Agency opens tomorrow!
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? B-But are we... representing anyone?
Trucy:
Me and you... That makes two, Daddy...!
Phoenix:
I think you need more than that to make an agency. Besides... ...you may be a magician... but I'm no talent!
Trucy:
Oh, I'm sure there's something you're good at!
Phoenix:
Well, when you put it that way...
Trucy:
You mean you don't have any tricks? No old standbys? This will not do! A boy should always have a trick or two in his pocket.
Phoenix:
OK, OK! I'll think of something.
Trucy:
That's the spirit! See you bright and early tomorrow, Daddy!
Mr. Hat:
Welcome to the team, Daddy-O!
Phoenix:
The team... right.
Phoenix:
Sometimes when magicians vanish, they leave something behind... That's how Trucy became Trucy Wright... my daughter. To be honest, I was pretty lost those first few days. Thinking back on it, it was a pretty dark time in my life. But Trucy... happy, smiling Trucy... she was my light.
Seven Years Ago
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix:
...Didn't think I'd be back here for a while. I didn't want to have to remember that day.
Judge:
...Though I deeply regret having to declare a verdict in this way... This trial is over.
Zak:
Ah, Your Honor?
Judge:
Y-Yes, Mr. Zak?
Zak:
There is one thing I wish to make clear. Today, in this courtroom... ...you cannot declare me "guilty".
Judge:
What are you talking about?
Zak:
I am talking... about this!
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Enigmar!!!
Klavier:
The defendant's escaped! Find him! Quick!
Judge:
Bailiff! Close all exits from the building! On the double! He must not be allowed to escape!
Phoenix:
(When I came here on that fateful morning, I still had my badge. But now... Like an amputated limb... I can still feel it itching. Where do I start? I don't even have the authority to investigate...)
???:
Hey, you there. Sir! Down on the hands! Floor on your head! Now now now!
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-What's the big idea!? My ears...!
???:
No unauthorized personnel aren't allowed in here!
Phoenix:
...... But that would mean all unauthorized personnel are allowed.
???:
Zoooooooooooooooooooink!? ...I just say it like it is sir! And it's usually wrong. Thrown out of the precinct... lost my friends, my girl and even my wallet.
Phoenix:
...... We've... met before, haven't we? On a case... two years ago?
???:
No recollection of that, sir!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
???:
For me, "working on a case" is always in the present progressive tense, sir! There is no past! There is only now! Sir!
Phoenix:
OK, OK! You're... the bailiff, right?
Meekins:
Yes sir! Court Bailiff Mike Meekins at your service, sir!
Phoenix:
Um... I've asked to meet with the bailiff at this court who let the magician escape.
Meekins:
Let me try to make this as absolutely clear as possible for you, sir! It was meeeeeeeeeeeee! Sir.
Phoenix:
B-But... you were a regular police officer once... right?
Meekins:
...... Sometimes bad things happen to good people, sir.
Phoenix:
(Something tells me it's a long story. Let's not go there.) So, you were in charge of security at the time of the "vanishing"...?
Meekins:
I'm. Dying. Over. Here! Oh! Ohh! It's a hard knock life, sir! Thrown out of the precinct... lost my friends, my girl and even my wallet.
Phoenix:
(Guess I wasn't the only "victim"...)
Examine
Courtroom doors
Phoenix:
I guess this door was officially a prop in Zak Gramarye's last "show". He passed through that lobby door and vanished... but to where? He choreographed that entire fateful trial according to his grand scenario... ...... I hate magicians.
Lobby couch
Phoenix:
I actually took a nap on that couch once when I was still practicing law. ...Boy, was that a mistake. I never even sit on the lobby sofas now. I never let my clients sit on them, either. It's bad luck.
Plant
Phoenix:
You know, I think this was the lobby I used for my very first case. This plant has seen me grow from a rookie, to an ace... to a has-been. I hate you, plant. ...Just kidding.
Wall painting
Phoenix:
I must have seen that painting a thousand times, but I never really looked at it until now. I guess my head was too stuck in the trials... ...I never had time to stop and appreciate art. I have time now. OK. Let's appreciate. ...... Actually, it's pretty lame.
Talk
Meekins
Phoenix:
The last time we met, you were a police officer, right? ...In fact, you're still wearing your uniform.
Meekins:
Sir I... I wish I didn't have to tell you this... ...but last year, tragedy struck a rising star at the precinct! I lost my case files four times... in three days! They fired me!
Phoenix:
...That takes real talent, actually. They don't know what they're missing.
Meekins:
So here I am, sir! Forced to start from square one, a lowly bailiff!
Phoenix:
But, your uniform...
Meekins:
...I took it with me as a souvenir the day I was fired!
Phoenix:
(That can't be legal.) So... you were the one who let the magician get away that day?
Meekins:
I'm. Dying. Over. Here! A star rises among the court bailiffs, full of hope! Then... tragedy strikes!
Phoenix:
Is there anything you can tell me about it? ...About Zak Gramarye's "disappearance"?
Meekins:
Oh, the humanity!!!!!!
Phoenix:
...That's enough of that.
The magician's disappearance
Meekins:
Why yes, I'd say it was around 2:00 PM when I heard a commotion in court. I opened the door to see what might be amiss. The door slams open! Slam! And some guy's face is right there in front of me! Face!
Phoenix:
So... you saw someone suspicious coming your way.
Meekins:
Yes! And I, being a bailiff of little standing... I gave chase! I chased that silk hat all the way down the hall, sir!
Phoenix:
I have a diagram of the court building here...
Meekins:
Ah ha! There's Courtroom No.7. That's where I was, sir! All by myself! Nary a friend to call my own!
Phoenix:
OK... And which way did Zak Gramarye run after bursting through the courtroom door?
Meekins:
He went up, like this, and around the corner, like that! So I, with no delay... ...ran after him with no delay! When I turned the corner... ...I saw that magic man run into the defendant lobby! Swiftly, I ran! Following him, I threw myself boldly into the room! Why, I remember it like it was right here! Because it was! Lobby No. 2, sir!
Phoenix:
You ran into this room...? (Hmm. I don't see any place to hide in here...)
Meekins:
Believe it or not, sir, I didn't believe it! Here! In this room! The magician! Gone! Vanished like a puff of smoke! Except there wasn't even any smoke! He was just... gone!
Phoenix:
...... That's impossible.
Meekins:
Yes, that! That word! Oh how many times have I said that word! Even the sound of it causes me indescribable pain! ...I'm dying... I'm dying over heeeeeeeeere!
Phoenix:
O-OK, I won't say it again, promise! But, you have to admit, it's impo... er... difficult to vanish into thin air! Did you search the lobby?
Meekins:
...... I searched.
Phoenix:
...... (Why the pause...?)
Meekins:
Th-Th-There was n-n-n-nothing here at all. Sir! That's right! Nothing was here! Sir!
Phoenix:
(How can he talk so loud and still be hiding something...?)
The vanishing trick (appears after "The magician's disappearance")
Phoenix:
So Zak was in this room when he "vanished"...
Meekins:
Absolutely, sir! I saw him with my own eyes! Eyes! That red silk hat, that flowing cape... ...He ran right in here! Right inside this room!
Phoenix:
(Silk hat, cape... That's Zak alright.)
Meekins:
But, sir, look at the room! There's not a single place to hide! Sir, there was nothing I could do but... nothing, sir!
Phoenix:
...... What about now? Have any ideas?
Meekins:
Sir! I-I-I-Ideas about what, exactly, sir, if you don't mind me asking!?
Phoenix:
You've had quite a bit of time since then. Has nothing occurred to you at all? Do you have any idea what trick he might have used to disappear like that?
Meekins:
...... ......
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Psyche-Locks! I should have known... My Magatama... one of my most prized possessions, which I got during a certain case... It can show me the locks on people's hearts. And if I can unlock their hearts... ...they'll tell me their secrets! The Magatama starts it all. And the Magatama ends it!)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Any thoughts on this, Mr. Meekins?
Meekins:
This... This is an honor!!! Sir! I've offered my opinions on plenty of things, even things I knew nothing about! But no one's ever asked for my opinion before!!!
Phoenix:
Ow. There's no need to shout, really. ...So, no opinion?
Meekins:
None! I know nothing about that, sir!
Phoenix:
(But I thought... oh, never mind.)
Magatama
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Disappearing Trick --
Phoenix:
...OK, Mr. Meekins. What do you know? Spit it out.
Meekins:
...He-He-Hey! Who-Who-Who... What's with the atmosphere in here all of a sudden!?
Phoenix:
You know something, and I'm going to find out what. Zak Gramarye vanished from this room... How'd he do it?
Meekins:
H-H-How, sir? Well, sir, I can't say as I... sir!
Phoenix:
Why are you so nervous if you aren't hiding something...?
Meekins:
Well, sir, I, you see, at the time, sir, I was here, and... Listen! It was impossible!!! What could such a little girl possibly do, anyway!?
Phoenix:
...What did you just say?
Meekins:
...Nyurk! Sir! Did... I just say something, sir?
Phoenix:
No, you screamed it through that megaphone of yours. ...There was someone else in the room, wasn't there?
Meekins:
Sir! I'm going to have to invoke my right to remain in a state of not talking!
Phoenix:
(It's OK, Meekins. You don't have to tell me who Zak's accomplice was.) I know who was here in this room that day.
Present Trucy Enigmar profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Sir, I, sir, I, sir, I, sir, I siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiurgle."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
...Well?
Meekins:
...... Sir, I don't know what to say, sir. Except maybe I didn't need to worry about not saying anything!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Meekins:
Sir, it is my distinct pleasure to say, beyond any shadow of a doubt, sir. ...You're wrong! You're wrong! You're wrooooooooooong!
Phoenix:
(...I wish he'd invoke his right to remain silent now. Still, his little outburst back there should be enough to go on... "What could such a little girl possibly do", was it?)
Leads back to:
"I know who was here in this room that day."
Meekins:
Sir, I, sir, I, sir, I, sir, I siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiurgle. I've never seen that girl until just the other day.
Phoenix:
...... Mr. Meekins. I'm not buying it.
Meekins:
...... ...... ...... ...Sir!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Meekins:
Sir, that day. She was here, in the room, sir. But he wasn't!!!
Phoenix:
You mean... you chased her into this room, not him?
Meekins:
Sir... In my days as a police officer -- literally days -- I learned a thing or two. OK, just one thing. But it was how not to mistake a girl for a 7-foot-tall magician!
Phoenix:
(Seven feet? Zak isn't that tall, is he?) You have a point... ...I find it hard to imagine that anyone would mistake a little girl for Zak Gramarye. But, you saw something... ...and therein lies the trick. I think you know what it was, Mr. Meekins! Tell me, does this trick look familiar!?
Present The Amazing Mr. Hat
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Meekins:
...My my my.
Phoenix:
Your your your what?
Meekins:
I guess ex-attorneys have some tricks up their sleeves, too!
Phoenix:
...It hardly qualifies as a "trick".
Meekins:
You might be able to fool little girls with that... ...but you'll never fool little Meekins!
Phoenix:
(Well, I think I put my foot into that one.)
Leads back to:
"I think you know what it was, Mr. Meekins!"
Meekins:
Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha- What's that?
Phoenix:
That girl's favorite trick, "The Amazing Mr. Hat". She uses it in her show down at the Wonder Bar.
Meekins:
......
Phoenix:
Have you been to the Wonder Bar?
Meekins:
...... So. It wasn't a waking dream, was it, sir?
Phoenix:
C-Come again?
Meekins:
That night, on stage, I saw a vision! Except... it wasn't a vision. It was a hat. An Amazing Mr. Hat! He really exists!!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
The vanishing trick
Meekins:
I remember it clearly! Though the details are a little vague. Zak Gramarye exited the courtroom... ...I gave chase and cornered him in the corner room, sir!
Meekins:
Zak Gramarye! Don't even think you can escape Meekins! Down on your hands! Floor on your head!!! ...... H-Hello?
Trucy:
Something the matter, mister?
Meekins:
Er... no. That is... Sir! I'm currently chasing a suspect, sir! Zak Gramarye... Do you know him!?
Trucy:
Oh, I love Zak Gramarye! His magic is the best! I'm his biggest fan!
Meekins:
I see... That's why you're wearing that costume you're wearing. Anyway! That very same Zak came into this room!
Trucy:
But no one's been in here except me...
Meekins:
...B-But he has to be in here somewhere! Under the sofa! In the trash can! Behind the painting! Under the rug!
Phoenix:
So... Trucy was his accomplice.
Meekins:
Imagine my astonished surprise when, one week later... ...I just happen to walk into a bar and see... him!!!
Phoenix:
Mr. Hat.
Meekins:
I couldn't believe my own eyes! For a while, I thought it had all been a long dream...
Phoenix:
(A dream that lasted a week!?)
Meekins:
But it wasn't the magician who disappeared... it was Mr. Hat. *sniffle, sniffle*
The trick vanishes (appears after "The vanishing trick")
Phoenix:
Though it seems complex, what really happened that day was quite simple. You were standing by the door, and out came Zak. ...But that wasn't all. Another person got in on the act... and she was standing in front of Lobby No. 2. Along with Mr. Hat.
Meekins:
Ah, and that's the beauty of it, isn't it...?
Phoenix:
So... ...while you are standing in shock and amazement, the magician rounds the corner... ...and, most likely, runs through the closest door... into Lobby No. 1. This is where you come in. You turn the corner, in rather lukewarm pursuit... ...and at that very moment, Trucy runs into Lobby No. 2! Then, all she has to do is tuck away the Amazing Mr. Hat.
Meekins:
Sir, I... ...I only lost sight of him for the briefest of moments! Then, I saw that cape! Zak Gramarye's red cape fluttering like a... cape! ...... ...Astounding, sir! All my days of posing queries and making inquiries and chasing quarries... wasted! It was as if I could see them melting away like... ...an ice cream cone left by the side of the road to die!!! Or the scattered remains of a messily eaten chocolate parfait!!!
Phoenix:
(Such sweet sorrows...)
After clearing "The trick vanishes" Talk option:
Phoenix:
...I'm sorry. I had no idea how much you'd suffered on account of this case.
Meekins:
It... It's an honor, sir!!! I've apologized to people many, many times! Sometimes more than once! But this is the first time anyone's ever apologized to meeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Phoenix:
Actually, about that girl... ...I'm sort of her guardian now.
Meekins:
Is that so? ...... ...... Sir! You should know that I harbor no ill feelings whatsoever in my harbor!
Phoenix:
Um, OK...
Meekins:
I let the defendant escape, that's the stone cold truth! Just another step on my way from singing the blues to wearing the blues! Someday, sir, I'll be standing side-by-side with the great Detective Guamshoooooooooooe!
Phoenix:
...Erm, Mr. Meekins. This is a free ticket to the show at the Wonder Bar. If you want...
Meekins:
It... It's an honor, sir!!! Sir! I can't count the number of things I've had taken from me, sir! But no one's ever given me anything for freeeeeeee! Right! I'll see you in court next time then, sir!
Phoenix:
I look forward to it.
Phoenix:
All eyes were on Zak Gramarye that day in court... until his mysterious disappearance. Now part of the mystery's been revealed... but the magician remained out of sight. It would be seven years before I met him again...
Present Day
Borscht Bowl Club
Kristoph:
...I'll be taking my leave, now. Still have some work to do back at the office.
Phoenix:
...Then I guess I'll go back to my piano.
Kristoph:
To be honest, it's better when you aren't playing. This frigid culinary dungeon almost feels... comfortable. ...Later, then.
Phoenix:
(*sigh*... Two hours left on my shift. Wonder if we'll get any "customers" tonight.)
???:
...Ahem. Do you know who I am?
Phoenix:
"Who I Am"? No... But if you hum it, I can play it! ...Just kidding, I don't do requests.
???:
How about a different sort of request? You see... I play cards.
Phoenix:
Oh... a customer. I was just hoping someone would come in and save me from a night at the keys.
???:
...I seek a true competition. I have heard the Borscht Bowl Club is the place for this. Now I see the rumor is true.
Phoenix:
...And this is? A friend of yours?
???:
Ah! Don't mind me! I'm just your friendly neighborhood newsman!
???:
...Ah. He will not be playing tonight. When his business is finished, I shall send him home. This competition will be between us. No others.
Phoenix:
The Wright Talent Agency represents two artists. And I'm number two. I play piano... Well, sort of. It's actually just a front for my real talent... ...which is playing poker. Don't ask me how I got started. I don't remember. But I'm good. Real good. It didn't take long for the rumors to get around... "Go to the Borscht Bowl Club if you want a real game. That guy's never lost"... People don't come to hear me tickle the ivory. They come to watch me play cards. Is this a seedy poker club? No. It's a restaurant. We don't play for high stakes. There's no money involved. But real players carry cash... and they're always thirsty. It's a handy source of income for the club owner.
Phoenix:
Then, let's compete. I'll take you to the room.
???:
The Hydeout, yes. But before we go...
Phoenix:
...Yes?
???:
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Shadi Smith.
Brushel:
Oh, and I'm Brushel! Spark Brushel! News reporter!
Phoenix:
Oh. I'm...
???:
No, no, Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
???:
You must always look a man in the eye when you make your introductions. ...You still do not know who I am?
Phoenix:
Have we... met? (Ah...!)
Zak:
Today, in this courtroom... ...you cannot declare me "guilty".
Judge:
What are you talking about?
Zak:
I am talking... about this!
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Enigmar!!!
Klavier:
The defendant's escaped! Find him! Quick!
Judge:
Bailiff! Close all exits from the building! On the double! He must not be allowed to escape!
Phoenix:
Y-You can't be... But you're...! ...Zak Gramarye!?
Zak:
Yes... The reincarnation act of the century. Pity I have only an audience of one. ...You.
Phoenix:
(Zak Gramarye!? This must be a bad dream. In a sense, this guy ruined my life.)
Zak:
You there!
Olga:
...D-Dah?
Zak:
We will play soon. Ready the room.
Olga:
Dah... I will be preparing the Hydeout for you.
Phoenix:
Are you really him? The Zak Gramarye?
Zak:
Now I am Shadi Smith. Remember this.
Phoenix:
...How many years has it been now? Six?
Zak:
In exactly three days from now, it will be seven. I caused you much... inconvenience, I fear.
Phoenix:
Yeah, you could say that.
Zak:
Is... she well? Trucy, I mean.
Phoenix:
She's fine. I've got her working already. Hope you don't mind.
Zak:
I hardly need express my gratitude. But, you have it. ...This is why I have come. That, and to settle a matter of cards.
Phoenix:
...By which you mean poker? (Those eyes! He's serious...)
Zak:
I despise losing above all else. And so, I have decided that I will win tonight. No matter what it takes.
Phoenix:
(I know this guy's type... and they're dangerous. Everything's about the competition. All else is secondary.)
Zak:
...Perhaps we should take this time to talk, before we play. I know you have much to ask me. ...And I, you.
Examine
Juice crate
Zak:
This... is grape juice? Is it refreshing?
Phoenix:
I usually drink too much and it ends up making me thirsty.
Zak:
...Oh, Mr. Wright. There is something inside that bottle.
Phoenix:
Huh...? It's my business card.
Zak:
...... You aren't surprised at all. Perhaps you don't like magic?
Phoenix:
(I sure felt surprised. Maybe I had my poker face on.)
Piano
Zak:
I must say, it comes as quite a surprise. I never knew you played.
Phoenix:
I'd do anything else if I could, believe me. Oh yeah, there's something you could help me with. Do you think you could make that piano disappear? ...It'd help out in a lot of ways, really.
Zak:
...... Wah ha ha ha ha ha ha! You say the funniest things with the straightest face!
Phoenix:
...People always tell me that. (Except I wasn't joking.)
Table
Phoenix:
One of the restaurant tables. This one's the closest to the piano. ...Which makes it the hardest to eat at, I hear. ...On days when I'm playing, that is.
Zak:
What do you think about the ukulele? The sound is slight, the annoyance, curtailed.
Phoenix:
A ukulele in a Russian restaurant?
Zak:
Then, you must go to a Hawaiian restaurant.
Phoenix:
Hawaiian shirts don't go with my complexion.
Zak:
Wa ha ha ha ha ha ha! ...I give up.
Talk
The meaning of competition
Phoenix:
We competed that day seven years ago, too.
Zak:
Ah, yes. ...You must have been surprised. ...Called to the detention center out of the blue.
Two...
One...
...Showdown time.
I... I lost.
It's only a game of poker.
A game I've played for a long time... and only lost twice.
...Who was the first?
The man I "killed"... of course...
Phoenix:
You choose your defense attorneys by playing poker.
Zak:
Some are hired, others fired. When you compete, you see a man's true nature. You know what I speak of. ...I know that you do.
Phoenix:
...Trucy's "power"?
Zak:
Trucy? She is in a class of her own.
Phoenix:
(For seven years I've played poker here at the Borscht Bowl Club... And I've never lost once. I'm good... but not that good. I win because whenever there's a big game, I bring in Trucy. ...And she sends me signals.)
Trucy:
...Daddy, he's got a good hand. ...You might have a chance if you act quick! Better call him soon.
Phoenix:
Can you tell me what her power is?
Zak:
Judging a person's thoughts by reading their reactions is a staple of performance magic. But those of Trucy's line possess far greater skill.
Phoenix:
...Her "line"?
Zak:
Recall, you were the second man to whom I've lost.
Phoenix:
Magnifi Gramarye...
Zak:
That was the first time I learned of this "power", as you call it.
Phoenix:
Wait, so you're saying... ...her power is genetic? It's just "in" the Gramarye blood or something?
Zak:
"Blood"...
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Zak:
I am sorry, but it is not something told lightly to outsiders. And it is nothing you need to know at this time.
Phoenix:
(It's some kind of Gramarye secret, then? Fine...)
About Trucy...
Zak:
She's... fifteen this year?
Phoenix:
She's still trying her best to follow in your footsteps, you know.
Zak:
I... see. When I planned my disappearing act, it was the thought of her alone that gave me pause.
Phoenix:
Wait, you were planning on vanishing from the get-go?
Zak:
Yes, and for that, I must apologize. However... I could not be found guilty that day. Because of this.
Phoenix:
This...?
Zak:
A transferal of rights. You see the signature?
Phoenix:
A transferal...? That's Magnifi Gramarye's signature, isn't it? "I hereby give all rights to the secrets, staging, and performance of my magic... ...to the recipient named below." And the recipient's name... is you... Zak Gramarye.
Zak:
Yes, it is I.
Phoenix:
Wait... This page looks torn.
Zak:
You recall the diary, yes?
Phoenix:
First... take a close look at this diary. ...Notice that a page has clearly been ripped out! As it just so happens... ...I have here what I believe to be the missing page.
Judge:
W-Wait. Let me see that!
Phoenix:
...How could I forget? That scrap of paper lost me my attorney's badge.
Zak:
This is the real page that was torn from the book. Magnifi gave it to me that night.
Phoenix:
...You could have told me this earlier. Like, seven years earlier.
Zak:
Once again, I must apologize. It was all I could do to prepare for my escape from that courtroom.
Transferal of rights (appears after "About Trucy...")
Zak:
The greatest of Magnifi Gramarye's illusions are true art. As such, they are well protected... by this document. Only its bearer may perform his illusions on stage.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like a pretty important thing to have if you're his disciple.)
Zak:
As the rightful heir to his art, I, too, wanted a rightful heir.
Phoenix:
"Rightful"...?
Zak:
I'm sure you know who I chose as my successor.
Phoenix:
Your daughter.
Zak:
That is why I have risked all to come here tonight.
Present
Trucy's Locket
Phoenix:
This person in the photo is Trucy's mother?
Zak:
...! How did you come by this?
Phoenix:
Trucy showed it to me. She said her mother was "gone"...
Zak:
Then, it is so.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Zak:
She is gone. What more is there to say?
Phoenix:
(Um... lots?)
Brushel:
Ah, I know, I know!
Phoenix:
Whoa! You're still here!?
Brushel:
According to my in-depth research... ..."Trucy's Mother Magnifi Gramarye's Only Daughter!" end quote.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? Magnifi's daughter? Is that true, Mr. Zak...?
Zak:
Brushel! You say too much!
Brushel:
Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrng! Eh? Eh? What, why am I the bad guy? Why?
Phoenix:
(Zak decked him...)
Zak:
In any case, Mr. Wright, this discussion... is over.
Phoenix:
(Thalassa Gramarye... She's the most mysterious of the whole lot. I need to gather me some more evidence, clearly.)
Trucy's Locket (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
This woman is Trucy's mother, yes?
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
She said her mother was "gone".
Zak:
...And it is so. What more is there to say?
Phoenix:
(Thalassa Gramarye... Magnifi Gramarye's only daughter. I need to gather me some more evidence, clearly.)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Mr. Zak, could you tell me about this?
Zak:
...Mr. Wright. We meet for the first time in seven years, and you offer me this? Please.
Phoenix:
It... wasn't a present. (This guy's a hard sell. Probably won't get a rise out of him unless I show him something real interesting.)
After clearing "Transferal of rights" Talk option:
Zak:
...Brushel.
Brushel:
Sir! Ah, here you go.
Phoenix:
What's this...?
Zak:
A letter passing the rights I have inherited to Trucy. I would have you sign here, as a witness.
Phoenix:
B-But... I'm not a lawyer anymore. And you need a public notary, besides.
Brushel:
Ah, I may not look it, but I'm a certified notary!
Phoenix:
You are...?
Brushel:
By day, I wear a notary's glasses and hunt for news. Also by day, I wear a reporter's glasses and notarize! When I take off the glasses... I can't see very well.
Zak:
Your signature, please. This is the first reason I have come here tonight.
Transferal of Rights added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Ah... I've finally figured it out. Now I know why you've come out of hiding only now. It's been seven years, you said?
Zak:
...Precisely.
Talk
Seven years
Phoenix:
...There's a law that covers your situation. After seven years, missing persons are considered to be legally "deceased". So, if someone was to vanish from the face of the earth seven years ago... ...they would lose all rights as a "living person" after seven years from that day. Not to mention all of their possessions.
Zak:
Exactly. Which is why I am here. I risk showing my face in public for the sake of this document. ...Before my seven years are up. You might say, I am securing my daughter's inheritance.
Phoenix:
But do you really need this document? Wouldn't Trucy inherit your estate automatically?
Zak:
...Not in this case, I am afraid.
Phoenix:
"This case"...?
Zak:
Yes, I received the performance rights from Magnifi Gramarye. However, this was done in secret, without witnesses. Before Magnifi died, two potential successors to his repertoire were named. Myself, Zak Gramarye. And Valant Gramarye. ...Not Trucy.
Phoenix:
I see. So you do need this document.
Zak:
I have known Brushel since before I vanished. He is a man I trust. Now, only three know of my "rebirth".
Phoenix:
...I took the liberty of looking into Trucy's background. And found you had no other close kin.
Zak:
...It is as you say. ......
Phoenix:
...... (OK... I was kind of hoping he'd say something about the mother at this point.)
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
(I know everyone else, but Trucy's mother... is a mystery.)
Examine evidence
Transferal of Rights
Signature
Phoenix:
Zak's signature. I'm sure he's written it many times, being an ex-star and all. Hmm. I bet there's plenty of people out there who'd kill for a Zak Gramarye autograph.
After clearing all Talk options and presenting Trucy's Locket:
Zak:
Well, the prelude may have been longer than the main attraction. Shall we begin our game? My final competition?
Phoenix:
Final...? Why?
Zak:
As you said, I have come out of hiding today to make this document legally binding. Once that is done, I shall slip once more underground.
Phoenix:
...Without seeing your daughter?
Zak:
...... It would be best if I did not. ...Seven years ago, we played. Seven years ago, I lost. I already lost to Magnifi. I do not care to lose to another. And I have heard that you never lose.
Phoenix:
...It's just a rumor.
Zak:
Yes... for it is impossible to never lose. Unless one has an ace up one's sleeve.
Phoenix:
......
Zak:
As a magician, it causes me no end of irritation. To think a mere lawyer might be out there, pulling the wool over so many eyes.
Phoenix:
Hey... I just signed your document for you. Maybe you could try lightening up?
Zak:
That was that. This is this. For my final competition, I will destroy your perfect record, Phoenix Wright. This... will be my final performance. You are warned.
Phoenix:
(This guy is beyond serious... So much for a fun evening of cards.)
Zak:
...Brushel. You may leave.
Brushel:
Ah, but, it's your last game! I mean, what a scoop...
Zak:
...... ...I punch, and I punch. But still, it is not enough.
Brushel:
...... Er, I just remembered a future, er, prior engagement! Toodles, gentlemen! Oh, and nice meeting you, piano man!
Zak:
...Then let us begin. Dealer!
Olga:
...Dah?
Zak:
You will be witness to our competition.
Olga:
Dah. It is honor for me.
Phoenix:
...? (Why haven't I seen her around here before?)
Zak:
Ah, that reminds me... I saw a familiar face as I entered this restaurant. ...He did not seem to notice me, however.
Phoenix:
...?
Zak:
Gavin... I believe was his name.
Phoenix:
You know him?
Zak:
After a fashion. ...Listen, Phoenix Wright. One can learn much from a true competition. ...Remember this.
Phoenix:
The Gramarye "power"... I was close to understanding it, but I needed more. And I knew where to get it. ...Trucy's mother. I'd need to meet that reporter again, that was clear... ...And one other thing. From the moment my "final competition" with Zak began that night... ...a name was running through my head. ...The name of a man now in prison. ...A name Zak Gramarye knew. But how? And why...?
Present Day
Central PrisonSolitary Cell 13
Kristoph:
Well well, isn't this an unexpected surprise? What errand brings you down to my cramped confines?
Phoenix:
Gavin...
Kristoph:
Is... this your idea of revenge, Phoenix Wright? Revenge for the events that took away your attorney's badge seven years ago!?
Phoenix:
My past is like my logic, straight and true. Nothing's changed. All I did was point the finger of justice in the proper direction.
Kristoph:
... Fine. I'm glad we could have this little tête-à-tête, Wright.
Kristoph:
...You look well, Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
You, too... Gavin.
Examine
Bookshelf
Kristoph:
It's strange, you know? Here I am in solitary, and yet the books keep piling up.
Phoenix:
Looks like you've got more than books up there.
Kristoph:
...Ah, yes, my "collection". I've a few friends on the prison staff. They show me a little kindness.
Phoenix:
(...Just a "little"?)
Chair
Phoenix:
That's some chair. Just looking at it makes me want to take a seat. You'd probably have to add a whole digit to the price of one of my office chairs.
Kristoph:
In here, a comfortable chair is the most valuable thing in the world. You'd have to add two digits to the price of the standard prison-issue chair for this.
Phoenix:
(...Those prison chairs don't look so bad, either. Maybe I should redecorate.)
Nail polish (after clearing "Reason for murder" Talk option)
Kristoph:
You're thinking, "What self-respecting man would use nail polish?"
Phoenix:
Not really. I know appearances are a big thing with you.
Kristoph:
You know what I say? One cannot live a beautiful life without beautiful nails. First rate, in all things. Accept nothing less.
Phoenix:
That certainly does look like first rate nail polish. I like the sparkly bottle.
Kristoph:
It's crystal. If you're so drawn to it, please, have one. It's on me.
Nail Polish slipped into pocket.
Roses
Phoenix:
(Nice roses...) You taking care of this one here?
Kristoph:
Ah, yes, she's surprisingly delicate, you know. Requires careful tending. But, she is my "best friend", as they say.
Phoenix:
"Best"...? Come on, now I'm starting to feel bad for you.
Kristoph:
Oh? Of course, she's known to bite if handled roughly.
Phoenix:
Y-Your rose bites?
Kristoph:
...... I was speaking of the photo next to the rose. My retriever, Vongole. Cute, but feisty.
Phoenix:
(Every dog has its thorn...)
Yellow envelope
Phoenix:
(That envelope's been bothering me since I came in here...)
Kristoph:
It's not nice to peek at other people's mail.
Phoenix:
...You get mail here in jail?
Kristoph:
That I do, though they read it first, apparently. Still, I am allowed the pleasure of correspondence. Packages and the like are a different matter, however.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Looks like sneaking a peek is out of the question.)
Talk
Gavin's murder
Kristoph:
Life has been full of surprises... for both of us.
Phoenix:
......
Kristoph:
I've no doubt you never expected to lose that attorney's badge of yours.
Phoenix:
And I'll bet you never expected to wind up here. "Shadi Smith"... was the name of the man you killed. Did you know who he really was?
Kristoph:
Who he was...?
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye. You know, the defendant.
Kristoph:
...... I remember him, of course. But you say Smith was Zak? Impossible.
Phoenix:
...Don't even try to tell me it was a coincidence.
Kristoph:
...What did I just say? Life is full of surprises. Don't you think?
Phoenix:
After that trial, you were arrested and found guilty. But your motive was never made clear. ...A mistake I plan to remedy.
Kristoph:
...You're not an attorney anymore, Phoenix Wright. What possible conclusion do you think this "investigation" of yours can lead to? I killed a man named "Smith" with a bottle because I am an evil human being. ...Isn't that enough?
Phoenix:
(...Not for me, it isn't. I need to know why you did it, Gavin.)
7-year-old case
Phoenix:
You recall that case seven years ago?
Kristoph:
Ah, yes. The trial where Zak Gramarye pulled his famous vanishing act! My brother won his fair share of praise and adoration for that trial, as I recall. "Genius Prosecutor Reveals Crooked Attorney", was it?
Phoenix:
...That was when I met you, wasn't it?
Kristoph:
Was it now.
Phoenix:
The Bar Association review board voted unanimously for the "strictest punishment". Unanimous... save for one dissenting opinion. Yours.
Kristoph:
...... It was my brother who was responsible for putting you in that position, after all.
Phoenix:
For seven years we've been friends... ...and yet, I still don't understand you.
Kristoph:
But Wright, your "friendship" toward me was never pure. ...You suspected me then as you still do now, don't you?
Phoenix:
...Honestly, right now, I'm not sure what I think.
Reason for murder (appears after "Gavin's murder")
Phoenix:
You didn't just brain a guy with a juice bottle for no reason. Tell me why you did it.
Kristoph:
...Persistent, aren't you?
Phoenix:
I came here... because I remembered something. The night of our "game"... ...Zak Gramarye mentioned your name, Gavin.
Zak:
Ah, that reminds me... I saw a familiar face as I entered this restaurant. ...He did not seem to notice me, however.
Phoenix:
...?
Zak:
Gavin... I believe was his name.
Phoenix:
...After that, he was killed. And I asked you to help me. ...Because I remembered your kindness back when everyone had turned on me.
...I seem to be in a bit of trouble.
Something like that.
...Dead. Someone hit him. Hard.
Me? Please. The cops should be here any minute.
I'm in your hands... Should it come to that.
Phoenix:
...I have to know. Why did you kill Shadi Smith? No... Zak Gramarye!?
Kristoph:
......
5 BLACK PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Wh-Whoa! I've never seen Psyche-Locks like these! Dark... Cold... Full of despair... Can I even unlock these things...?)
Kristoph:
Something wrong, Wright?
Phoenix:
...No. It's nothing.
Kristoph:
You shouldn't push yourself so hard. Life is to be taken easy, you know. ......
Phoenix:
(...He's doing his nails.)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
What do you think about this, Gavin?
Kristoph:
...I hardly need remind you that I am not a free man. I care little about the outside world. Save advances in chair technology.
Phoenix:
(No information forthcoming there, I guess.)
Examine evidence
Nail Polish
Bottom
Phoenix:
Hmm... "Ariadoney"... I've heard of that brand. And this must be the brand symbol... It's supposed to be some kind of flower. Wait, no, maybe it's a hand. Wait... on second thought. Is that an eagle? ...... Who makes these things up, anyway? You'd think they'd try for a clearer symbol, at least.
Seven Years Ago
Drew Studio
???:
I... figured you'd come here sooner or later.
Phoenix:
I decided on sooner. Drew Misham... was it?
Drew:
...... I... I haven't done anything illegal.
Phoenix:
...And I didn't come here to whine about past events. I wanted to ask you some questions.
Drew:
...I suppose you have that right. That day... the entire court descended into chaos. Only you stood still, your eyes calmly watching. I admit, it made quite an impression on me.
Phoenix:
I'm used to finding myself in outrageous situations.
Drew:
Phoenix Wright, was it? I'll answer what I can.
Phoenix:
...... (I'm not sure, but... ...it feels like I'm being watched... intensely.)
???:
......
Drew:
Ah, this is my daughter. Vera, say hello.
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
(She's gone...)
Drew:
Shall we begin, then?
Examine
Door
Drew:
Ah, going home by any chance?
Phoenix:
Ah, er, no, I was just checking out the door.
Drew:
...Oh.
Phoenix:
(Good thing I'm far too stubborn to take hints like that.)
Drawing
Phoenix:
What's this painting here...?
Drew:
Ah, that's one of mine. It's an illustration for a book. It's not on sale, yet, of course. But I thought it might be a good business. As a father, I'd like to be able to put food on my daughter's table.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Not a feeling I know anything about... At least not yet.)
Paints
Phoenix:
Paints are scattered all around. Probably the ones he's currently using. There's something very artistic about a messy room. Not that this is anything compared to my office. ...... I guess that would make my office a "masterpiece".
Equipment
Phoenix:
You use these gizmos for painting? They're pretty... elaborate.
Drew:
Ah, those... Those aren't for painting. They're for analyzing. Paint composition, age... every conceivable angle.
Phoenix:
(...Tools of the forgery trade, I guess.)
Misham's desk
Phoenix:
Maybe I'll just sidle on over here for a closer look...
Nail polish
Phoenix:
That's a pretty bottle.
Drew:
Ah, don't touch that, please. I'll get in trouble.
Phoenix:
...?
Drew:
It belongs to Vera, you see. She always puts it somewhere she can see it. She looks at it often.
Phoenix:
(There's a light pink fluid inside. Nail polish, I'm guessing.)
Photograph
Phoenix:
This is you and Vera?
Drew:
Yes... Yes. We took that one quite recently. I know, I'm a painter. Why not paint a portrait instead. ...I've never been that good at people, unfortunately.
Phoenix:
Ah... right. (Shouldn't you practice?)
Red envelope
Phoenix:
What's this red envelope...?
Drew:
Ah! Don't touch that! That's, er, it's quite important.
Phoenix:
(The painter's face just changed hue. Guess I'd better behave. Though it's tempting to just grab it...)
Tiny frame
Phoenix:
That's an awfully small frame. What's that inside it? A stamp?
Drew:
Ah, please don't touch that. I'll get in trouble.
Phoenix:
...?
Drew:
That stamp belongs to Vera, you see. She always puts it somewhere she can see it.
Phoenix:
That's "Zak & Valant"... the Gramaryes, isn't it?
Drew:
The post office issued that commemorative stamp last year. When the Gramaryes were at the height of their popularity.
Phoenix:
(Not anymore... ...now that one of them has vanished off the face of the Earth.)
Drew:
Vera went to see one of their shows when she was quite small. She's been a dedicated fan ever since. She watched them every time they came on TV... until the end.
Phoenix:
...I see.
Drew:
That stamp's quite hard to come by, I hear. ...I still wonder how she got her hands on it.
Commemorative Stamp added to the Court Record.
Tiny frame (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
That's an awfully small frame. There's a commemorative stamp of the Gramaryes inside.
Paint shelf
Phoenix:
Paints and pigments are lined up on the shelves... with some noticeable gaps.
Drew:
It's embarrassing, but I can't afford all the paints I want. I insist on buying the ones I use with my own money.
Phoenix:
I can see how you'd want to do that, sure.
Drew:
Perhaps you've heard that you can make any color... ...as long as you have the three primary colors? Well, it's a lie.
Phoenix:
(...Poor guy.)
Stacked paintings
Phoenix:
These are some finished paintings stacked here. They don't look all that bad, really.
Drew:
...I'll sell you one for 50 cents.
Phoenix:
...... That's OK. They look kind of heavy.
Drew:
...Oh.
Phoenix:
(Maybe he needs to work on his sales technique a bit.)
Talk (Drew Misham)
Mr. Misham
Phoenix:
Judging from this place... you're a painter?
Drew:
Not, sadly, a profitable one. I've never sold a painting. It's a source of considerable embarrassment. I would be able to get by, were it only me...
Phoenix:
Your daughter...?
Drew:
Her mother... grew weary of me and left. I don't want her to grow up needy, Mr. Wright. That is why... I began my other occupation.
Phoenix:
Forgeries...
The forgeries
Drew:
...Don't look at me with those eyes. I know what it is that I do. More than half of the paintings they bring me are stolen. And who knows what my copies are used for...
Phoenix:
But... some of your "works" aren't paintings, correct?
Drew:
You may not believe me when I tell you this... ...but that was my first work outside painting.
Phoenix:
What...?
Drew:
...To think it would be used as evidence in a murder trial... I never even imagined the possibility.
Phoenix:
Then why did you take the job!?
Drew:
I was... well paid. Very well paid.
Phoenix:
(I think he feels worse about it than I do... The past is hard to escape.)
Drew:
Honestly, the sooner I can put this behind me, the better. With apologies to you, of course.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but it's not going to be quite so easy. (He's trying to forget what he made. Looks like I'll have to remind him.)
Magnifi's diary (appears after presenting Notebook Page)
Phoenix:
Well then. Ready to tell me about this "work" you did?
Drew:
...It was unlike anything I had attempted before.
Phoenix:
I guess it would be a little different from paintings.
Drew:
That is not what I mean. In all my previous work, it sufficed to create a "copy".
Phoenix:
...This wasn't a copy?
Drew:
...The client gave me two things that day. The first was a sample page, as reference. The second, a printed document I can only surmise was written by my client.
Phoenix:
So you used the real writing as a reference to "reproduce" what the client wrote?
Drew:
Y-Yes... As I said, it was my first job of that nature.
Phoenix:
So... ...who was your client?
Drew:
A-As I said in court, I do not know.
Phoenix:
...Really? Even for such a suspicious request? If it was me, I'd want to know as much as I could about the requester.
Drew:
I... I never met them! N-Not personally, I...
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Ah. A Psyche-Lock. Of course.) It seems like you're still hiding something. Something about this "work".
Drew:
Unnk... Unnh...
Present (Drew Misham)
Notebook Page
Phoenix:
Your "work"... Don't try to pretend you've forgotten.
Drew:
......
Phoenix:
Sure, all you did was make a "copy"... ...but that "copy" might have destroyed the life of an innocent man.
Drew:
......
Phoenix:
I'm responsible, too. Which is why I have to know. ...And you have to tell me.
Drew:
I... knew it would be difficult to escape this.
Phoenix:
Then... let's talk.
Drew:
......
Notebook Page (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Your "work"... Don't try to pretend you've forgotten.
Drew:
......
Phoenix:
Sure, all you did was make a "copy"... ...but that "copy" might have destroyed the life of an innocent man.
Drew:
I... knew it would be difficult to escape this.
Phoenix:
So, Mr. Misham. Tell me about Magnifi's diary.
Anything else
Phoenix:
Mr. Misham, I was wondering if you could tell me about this...
Drew:
I've... not been in touch with the outside world for some time now. I'm sorry, but that... isn't much of an inspiration to me.
Phoenix:
(...Oh, so now he's the sensitive artist.)
Magatama
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- You're Hiding Something --
Phoenix:
...Let's hear it, then. What are you hiding from me, Mr. Misham?
Drew:
I'm sorry, but I really don't know. I never met the client!
Phoenix:
...... (...True, when I asked the client's name... ...there were no Psyche-Locks in sight.) ...Regardless, you're hiding something! You have to be, otherwise it wouldn't make any sense.
Drew:
Hrrrm... Why are you doing this to me...?
Phoenix:
(Well, I've made my stand. No backing down now. So... what's Misham hiding?)
The forger
Leads to:
"I can pretty much piece together what it is from what you've said."
The sample
Drew:
Yes, there was a reference... Why should I hide that?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Drew:
After the trial, I submitted everything to the court. My "work", the sample page, everything. I can give you directions to the court, if you'd like...
Phoenix:
Th-That's fine. I know where the court is. ...Unless you were just trying to get me to leave.
Drew:
Ah, sorry. I can sometimes be a little blunt.
Leads back to:
"Well, I've made my stand. No backing down now."
The client
Drew:
...Like I said, I never met the client. How could I hide someone I do not know?
Phoenix:
(He did say that, didn't he? And with no Psyche-Locks, either. So... he's not lying about that, I guess.)
Drew:
Ask as many times as you want... My answer's the same. I personally never spoke to the client!
Phoenix:
You "personally"...?
Drew:
Ah, er, that is... Ahem.
Phoenix:
......
Leads back to:
"Well, I've made my stand. No backing down now."
Phoenix:
I can pretty much piece together what it is from what you've said.
Drew:
Wh-What is it, then?
Phoenix:
You told me what you knew about the client... ...and I couldn't see any Psyche-Locks...
Drew:
...Psycho locks? Is that some sort of asylum security? Or a new hairstyle, perhaps?
Phoenix:
...But then they did show up, didn't they?
Phoenix:
...who was your client?
Drew:
A-As I said in court, I do not know.
Phoenix:
...Really? Even for such a suspicious request? If it was me, I'd want to know as much as I could about the requester.
Drew:
I... I never met them! N-Not personally, I...
Phoenix:
"Not personally"... Those words triggered the Psyche-Lock!
Drew:
Again with the psycho locks! Now I really must know what they are!
Phoenix:
So, you didn't meet with the client... ...but someone else did! ...Maybe the real forger behind this "evidence"?
Drew:
Hrrm... Perhaps I'm hung up on this "lock" business... ...but I'm afraid you've lost me.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(Yeah, well, I didn't come here to talk about Psyche-Locks.) ...As long as I come to the right conclusion, it doesn't matter how I got there.
Drew:
And your conclusion is...?
Phoenix:
The real forger behind this wasn't you, Mr. Misham!
Drew:
P-Poppycock! I don't know what you're talking about. That's my work, I tell you. Made here in my studio! Who else could it have been but me!?
Phoenix:
...That's the real question, isn't it? If the forger wasn't you... ...then I don't have many other people to choose from. The real forger at Drew Studio is...!
Present Vera Misham profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The real forger..."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
...Well, Mr. Misham!?
Drew:
...... Sure. Why not?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Drew:
Feel free to accuse them of being a forger. I'll even tell you how to get to the court.
Phoenix:
...I know how to get to the court. (OK... now I'm confused. Who's really making the fakes here...?)
Leads back to:
"If the forger wasn't you..."
Phoenix:
The real forger... ...is your daughter, Vera Misham, isn't it?
Drew:
Ridiculous! My daughter's only twelve years old, Mr. Wright. I've always been more one for landscapes... not surrealism.
Phoenix:
(Nice comeback... but you're shaking in your boots. I've got you now!) The only two people with access to the studio are you... and your daughter. The Psyche-Locks tell me you're not the forger. Which makes your daughter the only possibility.
Drew:
...Ahem. I feel very much on the verge of going psycho lock myself!!!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
Talk (Drew Misham, after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Magnifi's diary
Drew:
I... don't know how you knew, but, you're right. The one who made this page... was my daughter, Vera. Not I. She's only twelve... A genius, you might call her.
Phoenix:
...A precocious little girl outshining her father. There's been a lot of that going around recently.
Drew:
I let her play in the studio, and she watched me... ...She taught herself in that way. The drafting tools and analytical devices I bought when they became necessary. They're my little girl's playthings, now.
Phoenix:
(...Ah, do I detect a bit of fatherly pride?) So, Vera was the one who made this page. Would she know who the client was, then?
Drew:
...... Actually, the client came once. Here... to this studio.
Phoenix:
...What!? Why didn't you say so sooner!?
Drew:
But their face was covered, and they did not want to talk to me.
Phoenix:
So... they talked to your daughter?
Drew:
"I will speak only with the artist," the client told me.
Phoenix:
(That little girl might know something about him!)
Your daughter (appears after "Magnifi's diary")
Phoenix:
(OK, what do I do now...? Maybe I should talk to her father a bit more... Or is it time to turn my attention to Vera?)
Talk to Vera
Leads to:
"...Mr. Misham, I have a request."
Save it for later
Phoenix:
(...I suppose there's no sense in rushing things. Let's see if there's any more to get out of Daddy first.)
Phoenix:
...Mr. Misham, I have a request.
Drew:
Let me guess. You'd like to speak with my daughter.
Phoenix:
...Can I?
Drew:
...My daughter has never been one to talk to strangers. She's quite shy. Extremely so, actually. ...With only one exception.
Phoenix:
Which was...?
Drew:
Oddly enough, it was that client.
Phoenix:
...!
Drew:
I left the studio while they talked. I returned when they had finished... and she was laughing! It was the first time I'd seen anything of the sort.
Phoenix:
...Please, let me speak with her.
Drew:
...Alright.
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... this could be tough.)
Talk (Vera Misham)
Any option (before presenting Commemorative Stamp)
Phoenix:
Vera, was it? I... Would you like to have a friendly chat?
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
Er... I'm Phoenix Wright, ex-lawyer... and pianist!
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
I'm still looking for the keys that say "do re me". Can't find 'em anywhere!
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
(I'm no good at this. I need something to get through to this girl...)
Vera (after presenting Commemorative Stamp)
Vera:
I... don't go outside much. I like to paint in here.
Phoenix:
Why don't you like the outside?
Vera:
There's bad people out there!
Phoenix:
Well, true, but there're lots of good people, too.
Drew:
Actually, I should tell you... ...she was almost kidnapped, once.
Phoenix:
K-Kidnapped...!?
Drew:
Since then, she's been... Well, you can see for yourself. She refuses to leave the house.
Phoenix:
I see... Wait. But that doesn't make sense. She said she went to the Gramarye Museum... ...with you, in fact.
Drew:
Ah... yes, actually, she was quite insistent on it, much to my surprise. That was the first and last time she expressed such a desire to me.
Vera:
That person gave me... a good luck charm.
Phoenix:
A good luck charm?
Vera:
For when I absolutely had to go outside.
Drew:
Yes, apparently, she received something... a gift. ...From that client, actually. She won't tell me what it was.
Phoenix:
...!
Vera:
Father! I told you to keep that a secret!
Phoenix:
(From that client, huh? This I have to hear about.)
The forgeries (after presenting Commemorative Stamp)
Phoenix:
So, your father tells me you're good at painting all sorts of things...?
Vera:
I really like painting. A lot. Father is always very happy when I paint them exactly the same.
Phoenix:
So... you did this, too?
Vera:
Oh! Yes! That was my first job!
Phoenix:
Your first...?
Vera:
All I used to do was paint the same thing I saw. ...But this was totally different! The pen slips and the way the writer held the pen, and the pressure on the nib... ...I had to use a microscope and analyze it on the computer!
Phoenix:
(She seems happy. Odd... Her work was the last nail in the Gramarye coffin. I guess no one told her.)
Troupe Gramarye Stamp (after presenting Commemorative Stamp)
Vera:
They're the best in the world!
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, you mean Troupe Gramarye? Of course.
Vera:
Father gave it to me.
Phoenix:
Your father...? But... I asked him about it. He didn't know how you got it.
Vera:
Oh... Oh, um, I guess I just took it. Yeah.
Phoenix:
"Took" it...?
Vera:
Father got a letter... from that person.
Phoenix:
That person? You mean, that letter was from the client?
Vera:
Oh, we talked about the Gramaryes forever that day! ...I'm sure that's why I was sent that stamp. I didn't want to just send it back... so I took it.
Phoenix:
(They're a sneaky one, this client. So they were trying to get on her good side.)
Commemorative Stamp updated in the Court Record.
The client (appears after "Vera")
Phoenix:
So... you met the person that asked you to do this job? And... you talked with them?
Vera:
.....
Phoenix:
What's this about a "good luck charm" you received?
Vera:
...... I can't talk about it.
Phoenix:
Eh...?
Vera:
If I do, it won't work anymore! ...That's what I was told.
Phoenix:
Yeah... but I really, really have to know.
Vera:
......
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(Right. Time to do some psyche-unlocking.)
Present (Vera Misham)
Commemorative Stamp
Phoenix:
And then there's this...
Vera:
...... My stamp...
Phoenix:
(Hey! She spoke! She can talk!) Yeah, so this stamp... (How can I keep her talking?)
Can I have it?
Phoenix:
Can I have your stamp?
Vera:
No way! ...It's my favoritest thing in the whole world!
Phoenix:
Ack, sorry, sorry! I won't take it, promise. (Wow, if looks could kill...)
Love the frame!
Phoenix:
This stamp... It's got a really nice frame.
Vera:
...... I don't think so. ......
Phoenix:
(Yep, just keep her talking like that. Great job, Wright.)
Great magicians, aren't they?
Leads to:
"Isn't Troupe Gramarye amazing?"
Phoenix:
Isn't Troupe Gramarye amazing?
Vera:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Hmm? Yes?
Vera:
Oh...
Phoenix:
I especially like those two, Zak and Valant. I mean they're, uh, just so magical!
Vera:
Aren't they, aren't they!?
Phoenix:
Yeah! Whenever I go to one of their shows, I'm like... Whoa! Magic! ...You know?
Vera:
Me, too! Me, too! I love them! They're so cool! It's like... like magic! Yeah!
Phoenix:
(Alright! She's talking! Not saying much... but it's a start!)
Vera:
...I went and saw them with Father the other day! The opening ceremony at the Gramarye Museum of Magic!
Phoenix:
The Gramarye M-Museum? They have one of those? (I guess it makes sense now that they have their own commemorative stamp...)
Phoenix:
So... have you been to one of their shows?
Vera:
Just once, when I was little. With Father. The Gramaryes on stage... It was like a dream! Disappearing, reappearing, cutting apart, putting back together... they do it all!
Phoenix:
Yeah, yeah! Maybe you can keep telling me stuff like this? You know... about Zak and Valant maybe...?
Vera:
Oh. Oh, sure.
Phoenix:
(Alright! Better get asking before she changes her mind.)
Commemorative Stamp (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
They look pretty incredible in this stamp. I mean... it's like magic!
Vera:
I know, I know! I love the Gramaryes! They're just so... um... magical!
Phoenix:
(She's talking up a storm now! Better get what I can out of her before the storm passes over...)
Anything else
Phoenix:
Um, what do you think about this?
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
(...I think I just made her nervous. I need something to grab her attention... but what?)
Magatama
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Client --
Phoenix:
You seem to trust this client... Quite a lot, in fact.
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
Because they gave you this stamp?
Vera:
N-No... that's not why. They listened to me. To my problem...
Phoenix:
(The problem... that keeps her inside all the time?)
Vera:
"Don't go outside if you don't want to"... That's what they told me. But... when I absolutely have to go out... ...all I had to do... was use a good luck charm.
Phoenix:
A good luck charm... that your client gave you?
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
I think I know what your client might have given you, actually. Is this your good luck charm...?
Present Nail Polish
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This... was what they gave you, wasn't it?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
If this doesn't bring good luck, I don't know what would.
Vera:
...... I see. Good luck charms are different for different people, I guess.
Phoenix:
...Hmm? What do you mean?
Vera:
If you say it's lucky, then it must work for you. That's the beautiful thing about good luck charms...
Phoenix:
(See that innocent smile? Everyone has a different way of breaking the news. That's the beautiful thing about being totally wrong.)
Leads back to:
"I think I know what your client might have given you, actually."
Phoenix:
This... was what they gave you, wasn't it?
Vera:
Ah...
Phoenix:
The same bottle's over there on your desk. Your good luck charm... right?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Vera:
I heard once... Cosmetics were once thought to ward off evil. This... is a magic bottle. It has the power.
Phoenix:
Ah... Of course it does. (I'll just refrain from commenting any more on that one.) I think I know who gave you that bottle, actually. The one who asked you to do this "job". Was this the client?
Present Kristoph Gavin profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This man... is a friend of mine. Know him?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
Vera? Is something wrong?
Vera:
...I won't tell you. Even if that is the client, I won't.
Phoenix:
(...So you say. But... I know it wasn't the client. I don't see any Psyche-Locks clattering to the floor. *sigh* How could I get that one wrong? The answer is dangling in front of my face!)
Leads back to:
"I think I know who gave you that bottle, actually."
Phoenix:
This man... is a friend of mine. Know him?
Vera:
...!
Phoenix:
His name is Kristoph Gavin. ...He's a lawyer, actually.
Vera:
I... I promised. I promised not to tell!
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Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
The client
Vera:
I'm sorry. I can't talk about the client. I promised. And if I break my promise, the spell won't work!
Phoenix:
(I don't need a name anymore. I've got my answer...) You're pretty confident in this charm, then?
Vera:
...... I think... they might be the Devil.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Vera:
Or maybe... an angel.
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean?
Vera:
I saw it... Or I think I saw it, when they gave me this. ...I saw the Devil's face.
Phoenix:
...Are you saying the client's face looked like the Devil's?
Vera:
No! The client... was gentle... with a gentle smile.
Phoenix:
So... where'd you see this "Devil" then?
Vera:
It was so quick... I don't remember well. But... that's when I knew that person wasn't like other people. That's why I believe in my good luck charm.
Phoenix:
(...I'm not sure what this "Devil" she saw was... ...but it's pretty clear that Kristoph Gavin has her "charmed"...)
After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
Well... I think that's all. I'll be leaving now.
Drew:
...I am sorry for what happened.
Phoenix:
If you want to apologize, try my client, Zak Gramarye.
Vera:
Um... Did I... do something bad?
Phoenix:
...What makes you think that?
Vera:
Your eyes... they're sad. Very sad.
Phoenix:
...... I'll put on my smile next time I come, promise. ...I hope to see you smile then, too, Vera.
Vera:
Oh... OK.
Phoenix:
...Take care.
Phoenix:
Thinking back on my first encounter with the young forger... ...I witnessed something of vital importance that day. ...Of course, by the time I realized it... ...it was already too late.
Seven Years Ago
Detention CenterVisitor's Room
Valant:
What strange sight doth mine eyes behold!
Phoenix:
Excuse me?
Valant:
Two men on either side of a single transparent pane... ...yet it seems fickle Fate has switched sides, so to speak! The forger of fakes walks freely. While the innocent languishes within these flexiglass confines.
Phoenix:
There's been no proof that I forged anything.
Valant:
Nor proof that I took the life of my dear mentor.
Phoenix:
......
Valant:
Yet... these chains cannot hold me for long. The stage awaits! And what, may I ask, awaits you?
Phoenix:
(A little piano in a cold little hole-in-the-wall...)
Valant:
But, since you are here... ...what shall we discuss?
Phoenix:
(The shooting of Magnifi Gramarye, for one... Who pulled that trigger? Valant? Or his partner Zak? His partner vanished before the answer could be found. If I'm going to get any closer to the truth, this is the place to start.)
Examine
Security camera
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera. I just had to say it. Old habits die hard. Maybe I should do a few tricks for the viewers at home.
Security guard
Phoenix:
That guard keeps stealing glances in this direction. ...And scratching his head. Maybe our resident magician showed him a trick or two.
Talk
The fateful trial
Valant:
I have to hand it to my partner. He knows how to make an exit. That's talent.
Phoenix:
Yes. He made my attorney's badge disappear, and he never even touched it.
Valant:
Glory's spotlight always leaves someone weeping in the shadows... ...yet his very disappearance is itself a revelation.
Phoenix:
Revealing what?
Valant:
Zak Gramarye killed Magnifi. It's as good as a signed confession.
Phoenix:
(That's certainly been public opinion's take on it.)
Valant:
I grow tired of my cage. And the time of my release is near. I must go and prepare.
Phoenix:
Planning on jumping back into the magic right away?
Valant:
As long as an audience waits with bated breath, there will be Valant. And also...
Phoenix:
...Yes?
Valant:
Now that my partner has disappeared, Magnifi's repertoire... is mine. Valant Gramarye has a tradition to uphold.
Phoenix:
(Is that true?)
Valant:
Seen in this light, the trial was quite good to me, verdict or no. And... you can't pay for that kind of publicity.
Blackmail
Phoenix:
The suspicion on you hasn't lifted entirely, Valant. After all... ...you received one of those letters, too. You were just as obligated to follow Magnifi's instructions as your partner.
Valant:
...So I was. But only Zak Gramarye followed them. Let us not speak any more of "who shot what". Now that my partner has vanished... the question is moot.
Phoenix:
I'm more interested in learning something else, actually.
Valant:
What might that be?
Phoenix:
I want to know what Magnifi had up his sleeve. How could he coerce you and your partner to kill him?
Valant:
The "trick" up his "sleeve"? Ah ha ha ha ha...! Perhaps you do not know.
Phoenix:
Know what?
Valant:
A great magician never reveals his secrets.
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Phoenix:
(...I didn't think it would be that easy.)
Valant:
The audience must remain forever... in the audience. ...Bathing in the reflected glow of the spotlight.
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Mr. Valant, could you look at this for me, please?
Valant:
Hmm. Yes, I accept your challenge. ...Well?
Phoenix:
Challenge? Huh?
Valant:
You want me to make it float? Disappear? Or shall I simply eat it?
Phoenix:
...... I didn't come here to play games, Mr. Valant. Or watch you do tricks.
Magatama
4 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- The Trick Up His Sleeve --
Phoenix:
(I'm flying by the seat of my pants on this one. There must be a path leading from the evidence to the truth... ...And that's what I'm going to find!) To ask someone to take a life, even one not long for this world... ...that's asking someone to commit murder.
Valant:
Yes. Our mentor was fond of dramatic moves... and dramatic finales.
Phoenix:
...And he got his wish. His life was taken. What "weakness" could be so powerful as to coerce someone into committing murder? My guess is it was a matter of life... or death.
Valant:
...Care to explain?
Phoenix:
Your troupe lived in a world of showmanship -- the flashier, the better... ...and flashy so often means danger, doesn't it?
Valant:
...Let us make this as painless as possible. If you have proof of this "danger"... then show it.
Present Stage Pistol
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"...!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Valant:
...Ah. And this is your idea of "danger".
Phoenix:
You don't agree, Mr. Valant?
Valant:
If you want my opinion, I would say there is something far, far more dangerous. ...And that is you!
Phoenix:
(It's a little early for me to be making mistakes. Think deadly... and what's more deadly than a fatal accident? That could be the source of all the Gramaryes' problems...)
Leads back to:
"...Let us make this as painless as possible."
Valant:
...! Why, that's one of ours!
Phoenix:
Specially designed for your show, I gather. A single bullet... One shot...
Valant:
...What are you suggesting!? We are magicians, Mr. Wright. Not murderers!
Phoenix:
I'm not crying "murder", Mr. Valant. I'm crying something far more tragic... ...An accident.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Valant:
"Zak & Valant's Quick-Draw Shootem"... ...How long has it been since those shots were last heard?
Phoenix:
Was the Shootem cancelled because someone might get hurt?
Valant:
...Of course. What other reason could there be?
Phoenix:
Well, it could have been cancelled because someone had already been hurt.
Valant:
...! Fascinating, my Faustian forging friend. But tell me, what can you prove with a single pistol?
Phoenix:
Well, tell me what would have happened if there had been an accident. What if one of your bullets took a life on stage?
Valant:
The performance of magic is not concerned with "what ifs". It is concerned with precision. Precisely whom do you claim we shot!?
Phoenix:
(Looks like I've chosen the right path. Let's just hope he walks it with me.) A life was sacrificed so that the show might go on... and this shows who it was!
Present Trucy's Locket
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"But... But that's...!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Valant:
A word, if I may.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Valant:
Does it excite you to know you stand at a critical moment in your quest...?
Phoenix:
Yeah... it does. Sort of.
Valant:
Then you'd never make it on stage. You're not fit to be a magician! Give it up.
Phoenix:
(I hadn't actually been considering that as a career option.)
Valant:
I'm sure you'll find something else to while away the time.
Phoenix:
(Like figuring out who that bullet hit...)
Leads back to:
"A life was sacrificed so that the show might go on... and this shows who it was!"
Valant:
But... But that's...!
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye's wife... and Trucy's mother. ...Thalassa, I believe was her name.
Valant:
Ah! Allakazaaaaugh!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Valant:
Bu-But how can you say this? How can you say she was struck by one of our bullets?
Phoenix:
(Still in denial mode, eh?) Thalassa was at the greatest risk of being shot. And this clearly shows just how much danger she was in!
Present Commemorative Stamp
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Troupe Gramarye's performances were very, very popular."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Valant:
...Mr. Wright, I envy you. It appears your chosen profession is far more lenient than mine.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Valant:
For us magicians, a single misstep can be... fatal.
Phoenix:
...A single mistake can be fatal for an attorney, too.
Valant:
Ah, so it can!
Phoenix:
(Thalassa's the key, I can see how her name affects him. But just a name isn't enough. I need to recreate that day in his mind. Starting with where she stood!)
Leads back to:
"Thalassa was at the greatest risk of being shot."
Phoenix:
Troupe Gramarye's performances were very, very popular. So popular, they even made a commemorative stamp at the height of your fame.
Valant:
We were not merely the "latest craze"... We were an age. A golden age.
Phoenix:
...It's all here on this stamp. ...There's Thalassa, yes?
Valant:
Urk...!
Phoenix:
Trucy's mother is "missing", I hear. ...What happened to her?
Valant:
I... I don't know!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(A part of his memory is still locked up...)
Valant:
...There is one thing you're failing to address.
Phoenix:
What's that?
Valant:
As you say, our troupe was a world unto itself. If our leader, Magnifi was so inclined, he could hide anything he wished with ease. ...But, Mr. Wright. Then he would have hid a crime... making him an accomplice! ...Not a great foundation for blackmail.
Phoenix:
...... (Valant's got a point. If one of the troupe members died in an accident, and Magnifi covered it up... ...his innocence would come into question.)
Valant:
...Found the right address, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(I'm so close! There has to be something. About how Thalassa's death could affect Zak and Valant's relationship with Magnifi.)
Valant:
I see in your eyes... you still have something to say. How can you possibly prove more than you already have!?
Phoenix:
I'll prove why Thalassa's accident tied your hands so completely...
With evidence
Phoenix:
(...No better proof than the evidence!) The accidental death of Zak's wife tied both your hands... And his evidence proves why Magnifi held so much power over you!
Present anything
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Valant:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Were you, by any chance, trying to threaten me?
Phoenix:
N-No, of course not.
Valant:
...You'll never make a good blackmail artist. Never!
Phoenix:
(Not a career choice I'd been considering, actually.)
Valant:
Give up your dreams. Work an honest job. That's my advice.
Phoenix:
(...I'd better stop dreaming and get to work here, fast. Magnifi used Thalassa's death as a means to control his disciples. How was that possible if he could be implicated in the cover up? ...Do I really have the evidence to prove this?)
Leads back to:
"I see in your eyes... you still have something to say."
With a person
Phoenix:
(...It's going to take a little knowledge of the players to crack this one.) The accidental death of Zak's wife tied both your hands... And this information proves why Magnifi held so much power over you!
Present Thalassa Gramarye profile (after presenting Trucy's Locket to Zak Gramarye in the past)
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It wasn't a question of who shot Thalassa..."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Valant:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Were you, by any chance, trying to threaten me?
Phoenix:
N-No, of course not.
Valant:
...You'll never make a good blackmail artist. Never!
Phoenix:
(Not a career choice I'd been considering, actually.)
Valant:
Give up your dreams. Work an honest job. That's my advice.
Phoenix:
(The troupe was a tight-knit unit... it's all about the people involved. Their personalities, their histories. Who was Thalassa, really?)
Leads back to:
"I see in your eyes... you still have something to say."
Phoenix:
It wasn't a question of who shot Thalassa... Thalassa herself was the problem!
Valant:
What... do you mean?
Phoenix:
She was Zak Gramarye's wife, Trucy's mother... ...and Magnifi Gramarye's only daughter!
Valant:
Urk...!
Phoenix:
There was a terrible accident... ...and the two of you killed your mentor's only daughter! If that wasn't the key to Magnifi's power over you, I don't know what was!
Valant:
It... It was... It was an accident!!!
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Blackmail
Valant:
...There's no proof, none at all!!!
Phoenix:
But Thalassa went missing... ...and your mentor blackmailed both of his disciples. It doesn't take a genius to put one and one together.
Valant:
...... Ours was... a complex family.
Phoenix:
You mean Troupe Gramarye?
Valant:
The master, Magnifi Gramarye, his only daughter... ...and his two disciples.
Phoenix:
That does sound like a recipe for disaster, doesn't it?
Valant:
Do not be tempted into faulty flights of fancy. Yes, there was an accident... ...but that is all it was. An accident. Zak & Valant's tour de force! The guns blaze, the bullets fly... straight toward that beautiful body on stage. And then crash! zing! pow! into everything but her. Now that... is magic. It happened one day when we were practicing. Same trick, with a new twist. And... tragedy. But as for whose bullet stole Thalassa's life... ...we shall never know the answer. Thalassa disappeared from our lives... and Zak was bereft of his wife. Trucy lost her mother... ...and Magnifi, his daughter.
Phoenix:
...And that led to blackmail, I take it.
Valant:
It is all part and parcel of the darkness that comes when the curtain falls.
The darkness (appears after "Blackmail")
Phoenix:
Why did Magnifi Gramarye try to cover up the "accident"...? It was his own daughter who died!
Valant:
All I can say is, it was a critical time for Troupe Gramarye. A passing of the torch from Magnifi to Zak & Valant. We all sacrificed so that it might be a success. Thalassa's death... was the greatest sacrifice of all. Yet... ...even when her life was extinguished, her presence was not.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Valant:
In time, we, myself and Zak, found we could no longer oppose Magnifi's wishes. Magnifi forced us to perform his art, for his benefit.
Phoenix:
I see... I guess I can understand. I mean, he did lose his only daughter.
Valant:
But do you not find cowardice in his actions?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Valant:
To decide to hide the truth of your own daughter's death is one thing... ...but then to hang that death as a guillotine above our heads!?
Phoenix:
(Things were dark behind the scenes in Troupe Gramarye, that's for sure.) Does Trucy know...?
Valant:
She was not told. ...Naturally. Who would want to know that their father might have taken their mother's life?
Phoenix:
True...
Valant:
...I had not thought of that accident for a very long time.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry to dredge up old memories... but this has helped a lot.
Valant:
Not to find Magnifi's slayer, I should think.
Phoenix:
...True.
After clearing "The darkness" Talk option:
Valant:
Ah...
Phoenix:
...?
Valant:
After that accident... ...there was one who came sniffing, quite persistently.
Phoenix:
A reporter?
Valant:
He called himself a "newsman" at the time. Often I spied him lurking about the dressing room, doing his "research".
Phoenix:
Would you happen to remember his name?
Valant:
What was his name...? Sorry, I have forgotten. But, in the course of his interviewing, he became quite close to my partner, Zak. I liked him not.
Phoenix:
I see...
Valant:
His name... I do not recall. But his scent -- the cloying aroma of mint. ...Yes, whenever he smiled. Which was far too often.
Phoenix:
I see... Thanks for your help.
Valant:
...It does no good to interfere with the past, Mr. Wright. You will not uncover answers. Only wounds.
Phoenix:
...I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
I had begun to notice a dark curtain hanging over Troupe Gramarye... ...and I began to realize what I had to do. I had to protect Trucy from that darkness. The reporter he mentioned... ...the "newsman". I never learned who that was, at the time. ...Though I've got a pretty good idea who it is now. That smile, and the sickly sweet smell of mint. The last floss-thin thread connecting Zak Gramarye to this world. Sooner or later, I'd have to track him down.
Present Day
Drew Studio
Brushel:
Eh? Well well well what do we have here?
Phoenix:
Remember me?
Brushel:
Of course I remember you! "Journalist Meets Ex-Attorney In Bar", end quote.
Phoenix:
Can I ask what you're doing here? Mr. Misham was poisoned, and his daughter's...
Brushel:
Oh, yes, I know. Oh, how I know! Yes. It's caused me no end of grief, to be honest. "Journalist Wishes He'd Tracked Down Case Just A Little Quicker", end quote.
Phoenix:
Were you on the trail of this case the whole time?
Brushel:
Zak Gramarye... was a good friend.
Phoenix:
Zak said something to that effect back at the Borscht Bowl Club.
Brushel:
What a character, what a man! If a little... No, a lot... No, extremely rough around the edges!
Phoenix:
Do you think I could ask you a few questions?
Brushel:
Oh? You serious? I mean, I'm usually the interviewer, not interviewee! "Journalist Asks Questions, Not Other Way Around", end quote.
Phoenix:
......
Brushel:
Fine, shoot, I don't care! People have been asking me all sorts of things lately.
Examine
Coffee table
Phoenix:
...This is where Mr. Misham fell? Never thought our seven-year reunion would be quite like this.
Brushel:
Wait. You knew Mr. Misham!?
Phoenix:
...I met him once. In court. It was a... brief meeting, but one I'll remember for the rest of my life.
Brushel:
Now that's a story right there, that is! I smell a scoop! "Ex-Attorney Now Down-On-His-Luck Pianist Plays Sonata Of Sorrow!" end quote. I'm all ears! Let's have it! Don't hold anything back!
Phoenix:
...... Could you at least get rid of the "down-on-his-luck" part?
Door
Phoenix:
The door outside. Vera might come walking in at any moment... if she wasn't in intensive care. Will she ever come through that door again, I wonder?
Paintings
Phoenix:
Those three paintings...
Brushel:
...All Drew's "works", of course. Which is to say, Vera's "works", really. Or, to be more precise, Vera's forgeries of someone else's works. Of course, if you demand utter and total precision... ...... Actually, there's nothing more.
Phoenix:
(I was about to say...)
Drafting table
Phoenix:
A drafting table. Probably for making detailed designs for forgeries.
Brushel:
You know what I think about that? I'll tell you! Painting should be done freehand... no rules, no restrictions! You really think a line drawn by a ruler's going to "move" anyone? I smell a letter to the editor! "Could You Write An Article With A Ruler?"... end quote! Unless you wanted a ruler to write the address on your blackmail letter straight! That's what I think. You can quote me on it, too.
Phoenix:
...... (You could drop this guy on a deserted island and he wouldn't get bored.)
Equipment
Phoenix:
That's an odd assortment of equipment to find in a painter's studio. Of course, it makes more sense when you know they were making forgeries. I guess that's why they never took visitors here. Wouldn't really want people seeing all this.
Brushel:
Yes, in fact I was the first human being ever to set foot inside this studio. Er, other than Mr. Misham, of course. Oh, and Vera, too. And, this is assuming that I'm human, of course.
Phoenix:
(...I'm beginning to have my doubts.)
Misham's desk
Phoenix:
Let's take a closer look at that desk.
Desk drawer
Phoenix:
This envelope's from the client who requested that forgery. Just think, if that had gotten lost in the mail... ...I'd still be wearing my attorney's badge.
Figurine
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
...I just have to do that when I see this pose. I can't believe it's been seven years... ...I have to stop torturing myself with these things! I know! I'll just pretend it's saying something else. "The post office? Why, it's right over there! Good say, sir!"
Photograph
Phoenix:
A picture of a young Mr. Misham and a very young Vera. They're smiling. They look happy. Of course, now Mr. Misham's passed away... ...and Vera's on death's doorstep in the hospital. ...Guess I'll just do what I can... and hope it's enough.
Tiny frame
Phoenix:
This frame looks even smaller sitting next to that photo. Just the right size for a commemorative stamp, indeed. A commemorative stamp put there by a daughter... that killed her father. Sometimes, life just sucks.
Paint shelves
Phoenix:
Look at all the jars of paints and pigments. Why are there so many jars of the same color?
Brushel:
My guess is that they're sorted by "age".
Phoenix:
Age...?
Brushel:
When you're making a forgery, it's important to match the age of the original, see? Paint composition's changed a lot over the years.
Phoenix:
Oh... right. Did you learn that in journalism school?
Brushel:
"Journalist Relies On Writing Skill And Imagination!" end quote.
Phoenix:
(...As long as you don't do news stories by imagination.)
Brushel:
Either that, or they just bought a lot of the same color by mistake.
Phoenix:
...... (I find myself not caring anymore.)
Talk
Family of forgers
Phoenix:
It was tragic what happened to Drew Misham and his daughter.
Brushel:
Forgery is a serious crime, and they paid the price. You know what really did them in though, don't you?
Phoenix:
...Yes. A forged diary page.
Brushel:
The night I "interviewed" him... ...I found out something about Mr. Misham I hadn't known.
Phoenix:
...What's that?
Brushel:
You know, he always felt like he was being watched? Every day, for seven years. "Walls Have Ears, Potatoes Have Eyes", end quote.
Phoenix:
Being watched... you mean, he felt guilty?
Brushel:
No, no, I'm not talking about "feelings", here.
Phoenix:
...?
Brushel:
...You know, I felt watched, too. The whole time I've been on this case, no less! "Journalist Gets Tingling Sensation On Back Of Neck, Freaks Out", end quote.
Phoenix:
Because... you felt guilty?
Brushel:
Why would I feel guilty!?
Phoenix:
(You felt like you were being "watched", huh? I wonder what it all means?)
Paranoia (appears after "Family of forgers")
Phoenix:
Drew Misham felt like he was being "watched"... ...and you along with him. You sure it wasn't just nerves?
Brushel:
Nerves? No, it's nothing so mundane... ...I stopped paying attention to my nerves a long time ago! But I felt it, too! "Journalist Sure He Is Being Watched", end quote. Don't you wonder why Zak Gramarye got rubbed out after seven years... ...right after coming into contact with me!?
Phoenix:
...!
Brushel:
He completely vanishes from that courtroom... ...Then, for seven years, he talks to no one. Not a soul! Then, just as the "remaining time" was almost up... ...he contacts me in order to have this made.
Phoenix:
And then... he dies.
Brushel:
Starting to put the pieces together, are we!?
Phoenix:
And... you were being "watched" this whole time?
Brushel:
Maybe not just me. Maybe you were, too!
Phoenix:
(M-Me...?)
Zak Gramarye
Brushel:
I met Zak through that case, actually.
Phoenix:
You mean the shooting of Magnifi Gramarye?
Brushel:
No, before that... It's not widely known.
Phoenix:
You mean... the "accident"? During the Quick-Draw Shootem practice?
Brushel:
My my my, you're well informed! You should've seen me back then. I'd dug up quite the scoop. I wanted it all. Money, fame, women, a little puppy... all for me! I was younger then, and my days and nights smelled of fresher mint than they do now.
Phoenix:
Valant Gramarye did mention one particularly "nosy reporter".
Brushel:
In fact, I was on close speaking terms with Magnifi Gramarye at the time. I knew his daughter, too, of course. Thalassa, was it?
Phoenix:
Really...
Brushel:
Then Thalassa disappeared. Quite suddenly, at that. And Magnifi wouldn't say a word about it. Yeah... My evil habit got the better of me. "Journalist Catches Scent Of A Scoop, Goes On Feeding Frenzy"... end quote. I set up a one-on-one interview with Thalassa's husband, see.
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye...
Brushel:
Something strange was in the air over at Troupe Gramarye in those days. The whole screwy mentor-controlling-disciples scene'd started by then, I'm guessing. Thalassa, she was part of it all, right? C'mon, you can tell me, off the record!
Phoenix:
...Sorry, I don't know.
Brushel:
...Anyway. I kept prying, and eventually became friends with Zak. Sure, he punched me once or twice. Or five times. But over time, he came to see me as his confidant.
Valant Gramarye
Brushel:
He's been waiting this whole time. Seven years, eh?
Phoenix:
Waiting...?
Brushel:
For his big comeback, of course! A big "revival of the Magnifi Miracle"... 'Course it was all a dream.
Phoenix:
Because of this. ...The performance rights.
Brushel:
In the absence of any official documents, he was golden. Who's to say the old man didn't give his rights to both Zak and Valant?
Phoenix:
...So Valant waited until Zak "died". Legally, at least.
Brushel:
The time finally comes, and Valant's like a kid on Christmas morning!
Phoenix:
He's getting ready for his show at the Sunshine Coliseum, you know.
Brushel:
If that document sees the legal light of day... ...it's going to put a bit of a damper on the big show. He's a sorry one, that Valant Gramarye. Lost out to his partner at work... and in love, too.
Phoenix:
"Love"...?
Brushel:
...It's the same old story, really. Two disciples, and their mentor's only daughter. What has three sides, and all of 'em pointy? ...A love triangle.
Phoenix:
Hmm. That is pretty classic.
Brushel:
When you're in a performing troupe, that's your world. It's like family. ...One with an entire high school's worth of drama, intrigue, and backstabbing.
Phoenix:
And in the middle of all this, Thalassa has Trucy. ...And then she dies. (I need to find out more about this Thalassa...)
Thalassa (appears after presenting Trucy's Locket)
Brushel:
So... Thalassa married Zak and had Trucy, see. It was her second marriage, actually.
Phoenix:
You mean she was divorced...? (I hadn't heard this one before...)
Brushel:
Not quite. Her late husband was a performer, too. He died in an accident on stage. Tragic, really. They had only been married one year.
Phoenix:
I didn't know...
Brushel:
...Ah, but she was a beauty. I still carry a portrait photo of her around, you know. I've known Trucy since she was a little thing, too. ...She got the better deal, really. She's got you for "family", after all.
Phoenix:
...? What do you mean?
Brushel:
Just reminiscing, you know. "Thalassa Has Another Child Besides Trucy", end quote.
Phoenix:
What!? But... But Trucy said she was an only child!
Brushel:
Ahh, yes. The one she had with her previous husband.
Phoenix:
Her previous husband...? Her first husband who died on stage?
Brushel:
Yep. They had themselves a kid. Another orphan, now. That's another one who slipped through the cracks. No idea where they are now.
Phoenix:
(Thalassa had another child...?) Do you think I could borrow that photo?
Brushel:
...Sure. I can be generous on occasion, you know.
Thalassa's Portrait added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I won't need this locket anymore... Better return it to Trucy before I forget.)
Present
Trucy's Locket
Phoenix:
Mr. Brushel? Do you know this person?
Brushel:
Do I know that person? Of course! I was friends with Zak, after all... He hit me a few times. Five times, actually. But still! I'd never forget his wife.
Phoenix:
Thalassa Gramarye... ...Magnifi Gramarye's only daughter. ...Do you think you could tell me more about her?
Brushel:
...... Well, why the heck not!
Anything else
Phoenix:
Mr. Brushel, could you take a look at this?
Brushel:
Ah, I hear you loud and clear! Loud. And. Clear! So... you want me to write an article on that, right? What's the angle!?
Phoenix:
Actually, no, that's OK. I don't need an article. I was just wondering if you had any thoughts on this.
Brushel:
I hear you. I. Hear. You! You want me to sniff around for a scoop! Well you've come to the right nose, my friend! ... It's odorless.
Phoenix:
...Th-Thanks. (OK, that was less than informative.)
After clearing all Talk options:
Brushel:
People and events all get tangled together and get biggerer and biggerer... ...don'tcha think?
Phoenix:
(I was too busy wondering about "biggerer" to listen to what you were saying.)
Brushel:
...Sometimes, you just gotta accept that you won't be able to untangle it all, I think.
Phoenix:
Maybe so. But still... ...I have to do what I can. And... I have to tell what I find to those who come next.
Brushel:
"Next" you say?
Phoenix:
I'm not the one who will close the curtain on this little play. Apparently, that's not my role anymore.
Brushel:
Magnifi...
Phoenix:
...?
Brushel:
I was just wondering what Magnifi would think of all this.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Brushel:
Haven't you seen it in Trucy? She's got his power.
Phoenix:
You mean, how I can't lie to Trucy?
Brushel:
It was the same with Magnifi. And with his daughter... Thalassa.
Phoenix:
It's a strange thing. You think it's some Gramarye gene?
Brushel:
Magnifi told me once, back when Zak married Thalassa. He said Zak had good "eyes". But not good like a Gramarye's eyes. Not that good.
Phoenix:
(...I wonder if Zak ever played a game of poker with his wife?) Who knows what the "Gramarye Secret" was...?
Brushel:
Maybe nobody, now that Zak's gone.
Phoenix:
(Zak Gramarye...)
Phoenix:
...The plot had finally begun to reveal itself. It sprouted from a warp in the Gramarye fabric, and grew, swallowing everything... ...wrapping itself around the Gramaryes' "power". A power which passed from Magnifi Gramarye to Thalassa ...to the next generation. And I would once again need to meet... ...the one who bridged it all together.
Borscht Bowl Club
Magatama
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-- The Gramarye Secret --
Phoenix:
I have to know more about this "power" of Trucy's. It's like she can see right into people's minds...! The first time I saw her do it, it blew mine.
Zak:
And after you were done having your mind blown, you took her to play cards with you.
Phoenix:
Er... Gotta use the resources at hand, I always say.
Zak:
Yet, I myself have no such "power".
Phoenix:
But Trucy does... ...Why's that?
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
Maybe Trucy got her "power" from her mother? Thalassa Gramarye...?
Zak:
I will not speak of that!
Phoenix:
Thalassa is officially "missing", correct? And I think I know why you don't want to talk about her.
Present Commemorative Stamp or Stage Pistol
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The three of you were a team, once."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Zak!?
Zak:
...Let me be frank. It is true I do not wish to talk of her. And now, there is another I could care less about. ...You.
Phoenix:
Ah.
Zak:
Take care you do not end up "missing" yourself.
Phoenix:
(For some reason, it's extra scary when magicians threaten me. I'd better rethink my strategy here!)
Leads back to:
"Thalassa is officially "missing", correct?"
Phoenix:
The three of you were a team, once. Not that the entire country doesn't already know this. At your peak, you were the biggest stars around. Yet, there's another story behind the fame. One that not many know. Thalassa lost her life during a rehearsal. ...To you and Valant Gramarye's bullets.
Zak:
It was an accident! It... It wasn't me! How could I shoot my dear Thalassa!?
Phoenix:
...I'm sure Valant would say the same thing. Why, it's just like another murder I might mention.
Zak:
Damn you!
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Zak:
Her eyes... I loved Thalassa's eyes. To think they could read my mind... was frightening. Yet there was a warmth in them that felt... like an embrace. She is dead, and Magnifi Gramarye has joined her.
Phoenix:
So the only one with her "power" left now... ...is Trucy?
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
Mr. Zak...?
Zak:
I... do not know.
Phoenix:
(I don't need any "power" to see through that one, buddy.) So there's someone else. Someone other than Trucy. Someone who inherited Thalassa's "power".
Zak:
Hah... Hah! How would I know...?
Phoenix:
(My chances are slim. It would take a miracle to learn the truth. Or maybe... one has already occurred.) There is someone else with the "power". And I know who...
Present Apollo Justice profile
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This... This boy?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Zak:
Tell me, what do you think the "meaning" of magic is?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Zak:
It is simple. To do magic is to make miracles happen. It is not something an amateur can achieve. Or you, apparently.
Phoenix:
(I don't need to make a miracle if one's already occurred... And I've known it all along. In fact, it would take a "miracle" for me to mess this one up! I know who the other one with the power is!)
Leads back to:
"My chances are slim.)"
Zak:
This... This boy?
Phoenix:
His name is... I forget. Something weird.
Zak:
Who could he be?
Phoenix:
An attorney.
Zak:
A-Attorney!?
Phoenix:
I noticed him when I went to visit a friend's law offices.
Zak:
...... ...So, what are we to make of this, O Great Ex-Attorney?
Phoenix:
......
Zak:
You can show me pictures of strange boys all you like. But you could at least say something like "I'm this boy". I could use a laugh.
Phoenix:
Perhaps you wouldn't laugh if you knew the facts.
Zak:
...!
Phoenix:
This might not be 100% proof, but it's close. There's a link between this boy and Thalassa... Actually, it's more of a "ring".
Zak:
...A ring?
Phoenix:
Perhaps this will refresh your memory. I just so happen to have evidence showing this "missing link"!
Present Thalassa's Portrait
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Actually, I know something. Your marriage to Thalassa was her second."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Zak:
Wa ha ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
...Mr. Zak?
Zak:
This face is your response, Mr. Ex-Attorney. You did say that I wouldn't laugh if I knew the facts, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Zak:
Few magicians will tell you they're going to produce a dove, then take off their hat. It's almost more effective to not reveal your hand in advance, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Which I've just done, clearly. The question is, do I have a trump card in here somewhere? Think, Wright, think!)
Leads back to:
"This might not be 100% proof, but it's close."
Phoenix:
Actually, I know something. Your marriage to Thalassa was her second.
Zak:
How did you know this!?
Phoenix:
Her first husband... He died a year after they were wed, yes?
Zak:
...... He was a performer. They met when he joined us Gramaryes as a guest in our show. After Thalassa wed him, she left the Troupe for a while. ...... And you say she had a child then...?
Phoenix:
I have a photograph of her here. I couldn't help notice what she was wearing when I first saw this. Those bracelets stand out.
Zak:
They are a Gramarye family heirloom.
Phoenix:
This boy... ...wears a bracelet just like the ones in this picture.
Zak:
What...!? So... that's why!
Phoenix:
Why what, Mr. Zak?
Zak:
I took this photograph of Thalassa before she left us. When she returned... ...she wore only one bracelet.
Phoenix:
I bet I know where that other one went.
Zak:
She gave it to this boy. ...Her son.
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Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
The Gramarye's Secret
Zak:
This strange "power"... I myself do not know from where it comes. Yet, the fact is that it is passed down the Gramarye line. It runs in their veins.
Phoenix:
What... is it?
Zak:
I asked her... Thalassa, once. This is what she told me. Her power responds to "tension" in others.
Phoenix:
Tension...?
Zak:
If she were to face a person, and they became tense, even slightly... ...then she would know, no matter how hard they tried to hide it from her.
Phoenix:
So, she could "see" it?
Zak:
Not quite. This is the strangest part of it all. She wouldn't realize that she was subconsciously detecting this tension... ...without the use of a particular "object", or, in her case, "objects".
Phoenix:
Objects...? Wait... were they something she wore?
Zak:
Yes. Her bracelets.
Phoenix:
(I admit the first time I saw one of those, I felt there was more to it than just fashion. But what kind of power could a bracelet have...?)
Zak:
...I have made a decision. I will tell you all I know. Consider it a gift.
Trucy and Apollo (appears after "The Gramarye's Secret")
Phoenix:
Well, I hardly need you to tell me at this point, but those two...
Zak:
...Are brother and sister, yes. And the brother, too, has this "power" of theirs.
Phoenix:
So Trucy has an older brother... I wonder what will come of that.
Zak:
...Mr. Wright. Tonight, after our game is done... ...I will return to a life of hiding.
Phoenix:
......
Zak:
I would not see her live her life without knowing...
Phoenix:
I understand. I'll tell the two of them when the time is right.
Zak:
I... am in your debt. Once again.
Phoenix:
No kidding. What I want to know is how all this got to be so messed up...
The bracelets (appears after "The Gramarye's Secret")
Zak:
Those bracelets are made of a special alloy... ...It is said to expand and shrink, very slightly, in response to body warmth.
Phoenix:
So they're temperature sensitive or something?
Zak:
Yes. This is how they can shrink to the exact size of their wearer's wrist!
Phoenix:
...And this has something to do with the "power"?
Zak:
What have I told you? The Gramarye "power" reacts to tension in others. When a Gramarye senses tension, they, too, become tense. And this tension translates into minute contractions of the muscles. So minute, they cannot sense it on their own.
Phoenix:
Their muscles? Oh, so that's what the bracelets are for!
Zak:
With a bracelet on, one can sense these contractions. Because the bracelet is always a perfect fit.
Phoenix:
...So when the person they're watching gets tense... ...the bracelet feels tighter on their wrist!
Zak:
Precisely.
Phoenix:
But that alone doesn't really count as mind reading.
Zak:
I believe I understand how the process works from there. It's a simple question of "eyesight".
Phoenix:
Eyesight...? (I guess that sounds simple enough...)
Eyesight (appears after "The Gramarye's Secret")
Zak:
Have you ever heard of "kinetic vision"?
Phoenix:
Something about the ability to see moving objects with full clarity, right? I've heard of it before. They say athletes can see a moving ball like it was stopped... if they focus.
Zak:
Oh, but it's not confined to sports alone. It all relies on the ability to "focus". When we focus, we can see many things... ...The faintest twitch of the face... and the meaning that lies behind it.
Phoenix:
...!
Zak:
Therein lies one of the secrets of magic. One must know the mind of a crowd before one may distract it.
Phoenix:
So, basically, what you're saying is... ...the Gramaryes can see really well?
Zak:
For them, seeing is more than believing. It is knowing. Their "power" relies on eyesight combined with exceptional focus.
Phoenix:
Things are starting to come into focus for me, too.
Zak:
Of course, it is difficult to maintain such levels of focus for any length of time. But, what if someone could tell you when to focus?
Phoenix:
Or some-"thing"!
Zak:
...Precisely.
Phoenix:
But wait. Trucy doesn't have any bracelets.
Zak:
You are talking about poker, yes? The timing of when to focus is so elementary, she probably does it without thinking.
Phoenix:
...!
Zak:
I doubt Trucy herself has realized this.
After clearing all Talk options:
Zak:
...That is all I know of things Gramarye.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Mr. Zak.
Zak:
If this boy's bracelet is the real thing, then he will use it before long. Thereby awakening his power.
Phoenix:
...I'll keep that in mind. Well, shall we play a game?
Zak:
Ah... I've said so much. Let me say one more thing. ...I will tell you of that night.
Phoenix:
"That night"...?
Zak:
The night my mentor, Magnifi Gramarye, passed from this world to the next.
Phoenix:
...!
Zak:
There were two pistols, and two letters sent. This... was Magnifi's "test".
Phoenix:
A test?
Zak:
In his last years, Magnifi Gramarye worked us to the bone... No. To the pain. But that night, I could not shoot him. ...So I shot the clown's forehead instead. This, it seems, was the correct "answer".
Magnifi:
...Take this. I give my art to you, Zak.
Zak:
What...?
Magnifi:
It is thanks for playing along with my "show". You shot well tonight, Zak. Though I would not have minded dying by your hand.
Zak:
How could I shoot you? ...You're my mentor.
Magnifi:
Bah! I thought you might say that.
Zak:
...If I went home without shooting anything... ...what would you have done then?
Magnifi:
Then, of course, I would have given Valant his chance.
Zak:
And if I had shot you in the forehead instead?
Magnifi:
Then it would be over. If you or Valant were to shoot me in the head... ...then I to the darkness would go, and my art with me. A fitting end, don't you think?
Zak:
Ah...
Magnifi:
Yet this ending, too, gives me no cause for regret. I thank you, Zak. And... I am sorry. I have done much that was wrong in my day.
Phoenix:
It seems to me that Magnifi wanted you to be his successor all along. That's why the time he gave you was earlier than Valant's.
Zak:
...Perhaps. But it is not something we will ever know for sure now. I wonder... What is Valant up to these days?
Phoenix:
...Waiting for you to "die". If seven years pass like this, the performance rights go to him.
Zak:
...Ahh. And now here I am... and his dream is ended.
Phoenix:
It's worse than that, actually. Public opinion's a fickle thing, you know?
Zak:
What...? You don't mean to tell me they've put the blame for our mentor's death on... him?
Phoenix:
The trial ended when you vanished, Mr. Zak. There were even rumors that Valant had helped you pull it off.
Zak:
But that's madness! ...... Well. It seems that before I can once again disappear from this world... ...I have one more act to perform.
Phoenix:
...?
Zak:
...Isn't it odd that sorting out my life should prove so complicated... ...even though I'm "dead"?
Phoenix:
...That night, Zak Gramarye was killed. He died as "Shadi Smith", a mysterious traveler with a secret past. But he left one thing behind before he parted... This. His "confession". ...To use as I saw fit. ...Of course, he'd killed no one. This was his way of tying up loose ends with his old partner, Valant Gramarye.
Zak's Confession added to the Court Record.
Present Day
Sunshine Coliseum
Valant:
Well, this is a blast from the distant past.
Phoenix:
Long time no see, Mr. Valant.
Valant:
Seven years, has it been? Frankly, I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
Phoenix:
Actually, I came because there's something I want to ask you.
Valant:
...I've spoken to the press. I've nothing more to say.
Phoenix:
I've spoken to a lot of people myself... and come to some conclusions. But then I realized... ...I needed to hear it from you.
Valant:
......
Examine
Blue Badger
Phoenix:
A man in a costume is handing out balloons to the kids. ...It's nice to know kids still like balloons, somehow.
Valant:
They're a favorite of mine. Balloon-sellers, that is. I would have them join me on the big stage. They could hand out balloons to the children in the audience!
Phoenix:
Wouldn't all those balloons get in the way of seeing your show?
Valant:
...Bravo. The possibility had not even occurred to me.
Phoenix:
(Phoenix Wright, Entertainment Consultant.)
Coliseum building
Phoenix:
The "Sunshine Coliseum", was it? I'm not sure it actually qualifies as a "coliseum", but it's a great forum.
Valant:
Yes, it is a favorite of mine. I have always been fond of sunshine. Speaking of which, have you heard what happened here recently?
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah, something about something going on during some concert?
Valant:
...Exactamundo! I see no reason to hide the fact that I, too, was involved in that case.
Phoenix:
Well, that's something. Did you help solve it?
Valant:
Hah! What do you take me for? No, I merely served to deepen the mystery.
Phoenix:
...That's obstruction... of justice.
Valant:
I'm a magician! It's my sworn duty to create mystery whenever possible.
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
Hot air balloon
Phoenix:
I don't think I've ever seen a hot-air balloon so close.
Valant:
It's a favorite of mine. I've often thought of how to use it in one of my shows. Perhaps for the climax of "Valant's Quick-Draw Shootem Returns". I stand on stage, I shoot, and the hot-air balloon is pierced! It explodes! ...What do you think? Thrilling, yes?
Phoenix:
A little, I guess. But no one inside the coliseum would be able to see it.
Valant:
...Bravo. It took me four days of planning to realize that.
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
Signboard
Phoenix:
That sure is a big sign.
Valant:
Yes, it's a favorite of mine. Impressive, isn't it? I considered using it for one wall of my house when the show's over.
Phoenix:
Wow, your house is that big!?
Valant:
Actually, as fate would have it, I currently live in a one-room apartment. But following the wild success of my show, I intend to build a luxurious mansion. I was torn over just how big to make it. Until that sign whispered the answer to me.
Phoenix:
That's... really beautiful.
Talk
Magnifi Gramarye
Valant:
I have walked a difficult road these past seven years.
Phoenix:
Because you couldn't perform Magnifi's repertoire?
Valant:
Do not be deceived! Valant's skill is the "real deal". I do not require my mentor's hand-me-downs. No, it was my partner who slowed me on my way.
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye...
Valant:
...His rather well-performed disappearing act seven years ago was the end. ...Or so I thought.
Phoenix:
"Zak Gramarye murdered our mentor, and fled to escape punishment for his crime." You said something to that effect seven years ago, didn't you?
Valant:
I remember it as if 'twere only yesterday. Yet, that was not the way of it, in the end. For while he vanished, the suspicions upon my own person never did! "His partner Zak vanished to protect him..." That's what those thieving magpies of a press said!
Phoenix:
I had no idea.
Valant:
Yet that very same press comes to me now, feigning interest. They cover the greatest magic show in history as if it were a vaudevillian distraction! And here must I stand, smiling at them all. What am I, if not a player in some fiendish farce!?
Phoenix:
Might I suggest it's because you never made it clear what happened? Magnifi's death is still a mystery to this day. ...Which is why I came here to get the answer from you.
Valant:
......
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Phoenix:
(...I knew I'd be seeing these sooner or later.)
Valant:
The audience has no business stepping upon the stage. They must be content to sit and stare at the spotlight.
Phoenix:
(That sounds an awful lot like something I heard seven years ago...)
Present
Anything
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this, Mr. Valant?
Valant:
Your forgiveness, I beg. Valant has eyes for naught but the preparations for his show! The coliseum, the hot-air balloon, the sign... Oh, and the balloon-seller.
Phoenix:
Ah, right. Sorry. (What does the balloon guy have to do with his show?)
Magatama
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-- Magnifi's Death --
Valant:
...Ask what you will, you'll get nothing from me.
Phoenix:
I'm as much a part of this affair as you are now. I have to know what happened.
Valant:
For seven long years, I have endured... ...Now, finally, the curtain lifts on my new golden age! All the miracles of our troupe, within my grasp!
Phoenix:
(Sorry to do this, Valant... But right now, I need answers. I think I'll start... by dropping a bomb. That should shake things up.) Valant... I wouldn't be so sure about those miracles. Not as long as I have this.
Present Transferal of rights
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"And what might that be?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Valant:
Let me be frank. ...No one, and I mean no one, can stand in my path. Not even you, with your silly-frilly ways.
Phoenix:
Let me be frank, too. That's the first time anyone's called me "silly-frilly". (What I need is a bit of magic... something to stop Valant's show in its tracks. ...Now's no time for subtlety.)
Leads back to:
"Valant... I wouldn't be so sure about those miracles."
Valant:
And what might that be? I see it bears the Gramarye seal...
Phoenix:
I should have brought this to your attention sooner. But I didn't imagine you'd be planning your comeback quite so fast.
Valant:
...... What is this...?
Phoenix:
A document showing the true recipient of the performance rights to Magnifi's miracles.
Valant:
Wh-What...!? Zak... Gramarye... He wrote this!? What!? He passed everything to his daughter!?
Phoenix:
Trucy Enigmar... Actually, she's officially my daughter these days.
Valant:
Preposterous! Zak's... Zak is gone! Vanished into the void!
Phoenix:
This is the genuine article. ...Zak was alive when he wrote this. Both myself and the notary can testify to this.
Valant:
Unh.................. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!
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Valant:
Why... Why does Fate toy with me so!? Why must my life be lived in thrall to the dead!?
Phoenix:
...You're not the only one with that problem.
Valant:
But he shot Magnifi! Yes! It was Zak! It was! And then he left... and my career as a magician fell into darkness...
Phoenix:
Did you think there might be some way out of it? Say, if you could prove Zak Gramarye shot Magnifi? Was that why you testified?
Valant:
Yes! My way out... It should have been my way out!
Phoenix:
Well, it might not be too late, Mr. Valant. All you need is a way to prove your case. Who really killed Magnifi Gramarye?
Present Zak's Confession
Phoenix:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I believe I have the answer to your prayers right here."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Take that!
Valant:
So this is the evidence that answers the question, "Who killed Magnifi?"
Phoenix:
...Well?
Valant:
The only question that this evidence can answer is, "Who here is an idiot?" And it answers, "You," Mr. Wright. Must I suffer such indignities even now? Ah, the life of a magician is a life of toil.
Phoenix:
(There's one easy way to win over public opinion... By producing a signed confession... even if the confession is a fake.)
Leads back to:
"Well, it might not be too late, Mr. Valant."
Phoenix:
I believe I have the answer to your prayers right here. Zak Gramarye wrote one more thing before passing on.
Valant:
This... But this is a confession!
Phoenix:
In which he admits to the killing of Magnifi Gramarye. ...See? All according to your plan.
Valant:
...... I am... a magician by trade. Deception is my life's work. I fool the audience, give them a fleeting dream... ...... Yet, it seems the tables have turned. Now I am the audience, believing in the deceptions I have wrought upon myself.
Phoenix:
Zak wrote this right in front of me. ...After I explained your situation to him.
Valant:
...Allaka... Allakazooooooooooooomg!
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Talk (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
Magnifi Gramarye
Valant:
...You do know that this "confession" is nothing but lies?
Phoenix:
Yes. It's my opinion that Zak Gramarye killed no one.
Valant:
Then you must be thinking the truth is a simple matter of elimination. Two received instructions to kill, but if one is innocent? Then the one who remains is guilty.
Phoenix:
...That would be the logical conclusion, yes.
Valant:
So he vanished to protect me, his partner... Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! A stirring tale, 'tis true.
Phoenix:
Did you shoot Magnifi Gramarye in the forehead?
Valant:
...If I had, and I told you, what would you do? Run to the police, perchance? ...Do as you will. There is nothing left for me now.
Phoenix:
......
Valant:
...It is true, after all. I have little talent. I needed my mentor Magnifi's repertoire. ...It was, as if a little demon grabbed hold of me...
Phoenix:
(I knew it... So Valant Gramarye did kill the Great Magnifi.)
Valant:
Heh. Heh heh heh... ...Ha ha ha ha ha!!! So sorry, Mr. Wright. But it was not I who shot my mentor.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? But if it wasn't you, then who was it!? There wasn't another disciple, was there!?
Valant:
Another disciple... Such as...?
Phoenix:
I don't know... "Knack & Talent Gramarye", maybe?
Valant:
...Your wild fancies couldn't be further from the truth! Only Zak and Valant received those threatening letters. But, there was another. One more person could have fired that pistol that night. ...I don't suppose you've figured it out by now?
Phoenix:
(If it wasn't Zak or Valant who shot Magnifi... ...then it had to be the only other person at the scene, which means...) W-Wait... You don't mean...!?
Valant:
...Yes. The Great Magnifi Gramarye himself.
Suicide (appears after "Magnifi Gramarye")
Phoenix:
So Magnifi Gramarye... committed suicide?
Valant:
...You find it hard to believe?
Phoenix:
To be honest, I hadn't even imagined it as a possibility.
Valant:
When I arrived that night, the old man was still alive. He appeared to be asleep. I... I could not shoot him. But when I turned and made to leave the room... ...the old man called out to me.
Phoenix:
...So you spoke with Magnifi Gramarye?
Valant:
Yes. And this is why I knew what he had done. Magnifi transferred the rights to his repertoire to my partner, Zak Gramarye. Not me.
Phoenix:
I see... Then I guess I owe you an apology. I always thought you were the one who did it.
Valant:
...... You owe me no apology.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Valant:
My crime was, in a way, more serious than that of murder.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? Your "crime"...?
Valant:
......
Phoenix:
(Is Valant Gramarye confessing something to me...? What could be more serious than murder?)
Valant's "crime" (appears after "Suicide")
Valant:
You see... I knew that two letters had been sent.
Phoenix:
...!
Valant:
There are no secrets between partners. It was easy to find out. ...That was when I understood Magnifi's plan.
Phoenix:
He wanted to die by one of your hands...?
Valant:
Little did I expect it had anything to do with the rights to his repertoire! That was when I heard it... ...the little demon whispering inside my heart.
Phoenix:
The demon...
Valant:
...Let me confess: I had intended to shoot Magnifi. And... I planned on framing my partner for the crime.
Phoenix:
Wha... Whaaat!?
Valant:
That night, I prepared something before going to Magnifi's hospital room.
Phoenix:
Which was...?
Valant:
IV fluid, of course. I'd seen it on an earlier visit. If Zak did not shoot, I would do the deed! Then, I would use the IV liquid to place the murder on his hands. That was my plan.
Phoenix:
But... you didn't shoot him.
Valant:
...... I could not. The demon in my heart fled when the moment came. But then Magnifi called me back.
Magnifi:
...I am sorry, Valant. ...I am giving my magic to Zak... not you... ...You still lack the draw he has... ...Please, help him, if you can...
Valant:
I left the room... ...and then I stopped. The shock of what I had just been told consumed me. That is when I heard that fateful gunshot.
Phoenix:
Magnifi Gramarye... killing himself.
Valant:
Then, the demon awoke anew within me! ...Zak killed him, he was the one... ...Frame him, and the magic will be yours... I... altered the scene of his suicide. I took the pistol from his hand, wiped off the prints... ...then I used the syringe to add the IV liquid I'd brought.
Phoenix:
So in the end, things happened pretty much as planned. Magnifi died, and you framed Zak for his murder.
Valant:
...... "As planned", indeed. Of course, the outcome was somewhat different than I had anticipated.
After clearing all Talk options:
Valant:
Well... what do you think? Do you believe my story? Can it be believed, truly?
Phoenix:
...... That was seven years ago. I don't know what to believe. But...
Valant:
...Yes?
Phoenix:
I'm glad I heard it from you, Mr. Valant. Thank you.
Valant:
...It is I who should be thanking you, Mr. Wright. Only when I had lost everything could I make my decision...
Phoenix:
...You're going to turn yourself in?
Valant:
My partner may have vanished, but not so my guilt. And as my guilt stays, all else begins to leave me. My friends... my performance rights... my magic. I've had enough of vanishing acts.
Phoenix:
...I understand.
Valant:
I thought my life was ruled by a dead man... ...but I find I was wrong. For Zak Gramarye was alive...
Phoenix:
(Well, not anymore.)
Valant:
...... And now, it occurs to me: What if he was not the only one who survived?
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Valant:
You see, now that I think about it... ...I realize that I, no... we never saw proof of her demise. We never saw her body.
Phoenix:
Um, "her"...?
Valant:
...The mind races and the mouth flaps on. My apologies. Forget this matter. I can only hope that the day will come when I again meet my partner, Zak Gramarye. Then... I shall apologize for my terrible mistake. I am glad we had this chance to talk... Thank you.
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye... "Shadi Smith". Whichever name you prefer... he is no longer with us. The truth revealed in that trial was only a sliver... ...and the impenetrable darkness that remained has taken another life. I knew what I'd have to do to push back the darkness for good. And it would involve paying that man a visit.
Solitary Cell 13, after clearing all Talk options with Kristoph, Vera, Brushel, and Valant (Present Day):
Guard:
Sorry sir. Prisoner Kristoph Gavin is currently "occupied".
Phoenix:
I see... Do you know when he'll be finished?
Guard:
Ah, erm, well...
Phoenix:
...Could you go find out?
Guard:
Ah... Certainly, sir. Please wait here a moment.
Phoenix:
(My apologies to the guard... But there's something I need to see.)
Examine
Bookshelf
Phoenix:
Apparently, Gavin brought everything in here with him when he came. All the things in here are more valuable than what I have in my office. ...I'll admit I'm a bit jealous. But I shouldn't be... I mean it's still a prison.
Chair
Phoenix:
That chair is just screaming to be sat in. And if I sat... I'd probably fall asleep. ...And have very expensive dreams.
Roses
Phoenix:
My knowledge of flower names includes sunflowers, tulips, and that's about it. ...Or so I always thought, but now I see I was wrong! I know that this is a rose! ...I think?
Yellow envelope
Leads to:
"...There it is."
Phoenix:
...There it is. The yellow envelope! And the sender is... Drew Misham! I was right!
Brushel:
When I arrived at the studio, Mr. Misham was at his desk. He seemed to be writing a letter... but he quickly sealed the envelope. It was a yellow envelope. ...I heard it was left at the crime scene.
Phoenix:
If this is the last letter that Drew Misham wrote... ...then there's something I need to do. ...The last thing I need to do, in fact. ...Here goes! Let's see if this atroquinine spray finds anything...
Spray Commemorative stamp
Leads to:
"So this was Drew Misham's "messenger of death"."
Phoenix:
So this was Drew Misham's "messenger of death". It was this stamp alright! No mistaking it! And his last letter... was sent to Kristoph Gavin. Gotcha.
Letter from Misham added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Finally... decisive evidence!
Examine evidence
Letter from Misham
Front side
Phoenix:
There's no mistaking it. This commemorative stamp was the one on the desk at Drew Studio. ...Which makes this the letter he mailed just before he died. Better hold on to this one.
Kristoph:
...What's this? A burglar... in jail?
Phoenix:
...Gavin!
Kristoph:
I didn't know you moonlighted in larceny, Wright.
Phoenix:
Gavin... There's something I have to ask you.
Kristoph:
"Can I steal your stuff"? The answer is "no". My apologies, but there's not much I care to discuss.
Phoenix:
...... Vera Misham hasn't received her verdict yet. ...You follow me, Gavin?
Kristoph:
There are no known survivors of atroquinine poisoning. But it never hurts to hope.
Phoenix:
...OK, I'll be leaving now, then.
Kristoph:
Wright. Wait.
Phoenix:
...Yeah, Gavin?
Kristoph:
Would you mind leaving that letter? ...It's private.
Phoenix:
Oh, sorry. Forgot I had it.
Kristoph:
...Many thanks.
Phoenix:
...We've now seen all the clues in this case. Clues I gathered over seven long years. Now, it is time. Every story has an ending. We've come to the final chapter, the final trial. Find the truth. You're the only ones who can.
To be continued.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
No clues here.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I may not have enough evidence right now to pull this off. Maybe it's time to do a little more legwork.)
Too many errors during Magatama session
...Any more of this, and something's going to give. ...Time to cool off a bit and rethink what I'm doing.
Turnabout Succession
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Phoenix:
...Welcome to court. Seven years... all leading to one verdict. A verdict which you must decide. Is the defendant, Vera Misham, innocent... or guilty? The courtroom doors are opening... the trial awaits. Are you ready to begin?
Courtroom No. 3
Preparations Complete
Episode 4Turnabout Succession
...Something inside me... rising... surfacing... ...Something important... lost long ago... it's close now... so close.
October 9, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 3
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Vera Misham.
Examine evidence
Nail Polish
Bottom
Apollo:
The nail polish Mr. Wright gave me. This must be the brand symbol. It's an "A", drawn like a flower. It's refreshing to see a brand with a simple, clear design like this.
Letter From Misham
Stamp
Apollo:
This stamp... It's of the Gramaryes, Isn't it? Why did Mr. Wright give me this letter right before the trial? What could it mean...?
Front side
Apollo:
There's an address on here... And a name I've never heard of. At least, I think so... It's too blurry to read.
Apollo:
...The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Klavier:
...Prosecution's ready to rock.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin. How is the defendant... Vera Misham's condition?
Klavier:
Acute atroquinine poisoning. According to her physician... ...she could die at any time. Thus... her absence from the courtroom today.
Trucy:
What!? They can't put her on trial without her being here!
Apollo:
It... is unusual.
Trucy:
They should wait for her to get better and do it then. ...It's so bureaucratic of them!
Apollo:
That's being a little harsh. (They can't delay the trial any longer. ...Or they risk having no one left to try.)
Klavier:
A trial without a verdict can only cause grief... ...The records of this case, and experience, tell us this. ...Apologies to the defendant, but the show must go on.
Apollo:
(Right... if Vera dies, the trial will be cancelled. ...I'm not going to let that happen! Mr. Wright told me everything that's been going on behind the curtain all these years. I'm going to get Vera her innocent verdict while there's still time!)
Judge:
...Very well. Your opening statement, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
The prosecution's case is unchanged by recent events. Why did Vera Misham succumb to poison? Because she couldn't live with the guilt of what she'd done.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
But Vera was poisoned with atroquinine! The exact same poison that took her father's life!
Klavier:
...What better confession could you ask for? Being the killer she would have had access to the poison. Significant, since it's rather hard to come by.
Judge:
Hmm... That is true.
Klavier:
In other words... I see no need for further discussion. We could have had our verdict... yesterday.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? If you have no objections, I see no reason to postpone a verdict.
Apollo:
...What we need to worry about isn't the verdict... but the trial itself! The defense holds that Vera Misham is the victim not the killer!
Klavier:
If that's so... then you have to prove something. She was in court, giving her testimony before us. How do you propose her "killer" poisoned her? Oh... and incidentally, it would be nice if you told us who her mystery "killer" was.
Judge:
...The prosecution's objection is sustained. I ask the defense to prove its claims to this court. Tell us how Vera Misham was "poisoned"!
Apollo:
(...I've got two things to prove here. Who did it, and how. Which to hit first?)
Show "how"
Apollo:
How did the killer poison Vera Misham...? I will focus first on the method used.
Judge:
Hmm... Any comments before we begin, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Not a bottle or container of the poison was found on the defendant's body.
Judge:
I see... So the vector of poisoning is unknown. Is the defense prepared to prove how the poison reached Vera Misham?
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. What method was used to poison Vera Misham?
Present Nail Polish
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What's this...? My, what a beautiful bottle."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
From what I hear... ...atroquinine takes a while before it acts on the body.
Klavier:
Yes. "Slow acting", it's called.
Judge:
Also from what I hear... ...my penalties hurt more later than at the moment they're given. ...But let's find out!
Apollo:
(OK, I'm wrong, I get it.)
Trucy:
They've really made an art out of this penalty thing.
Leads back to:
"Very well."
Judge:
What's this...? My, what a beautiful bottle. I'd like to give whoever designed that a hand.
Klavier:
Is that... nail polish? Hmm, it's colorless. Ah...!
Apollo:
Something the matter?
Klavier:
N-No. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Judge:
So the killer put poison in this bottle, and made her drink it?
Apollo:
As Prosecutor Gavin has told us, this is nail polish.
Judge:
Nail polish...?
Apollo:
...It's like paint for nails. Know any women with red nails?
Judge:
Ah! My wife has red nails! I see... so she's been painting them all this time!
Apollo:
Let's recall yesterday's trial. Remember when Vera was testifying to the court?
Judge:
Court is now back in session.
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(Vera seems pretty tense. She's practically chewing her fingernails clean off!)
Apollo:
Whenever Vera became nervous, she had a habit... ...of biting her nails.
Judge:
Her nails... Aaah!
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin? When the prosecution had Vera examined, did they check her nails?
Klavier:
I... Well I...
Judge:
Bailiff! Have them check the defendant's nails at once! ...Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...Yes?
Judge:
Do you know who did this? Do you know who put poison in that nail polish!?
Apollo:
...Yes.
Klavier:
That bottle... belongs to Vera Misham?
Apollo:
Why do you ask? Know someone else who might have a bottle like this?
Klavier:
...... No. Just checking.
Judge:
Mr. Justice. You are about to accuse someone of poisoning that bottle of nail polish! Please dispense with the chatter. You realize the weight of this accusation? Here, let me show you.
Apollo:
...Understood, Your Honor. (No problem. I know what I'm doing this time.)
Judge:
Then let us ask! Who poisoned Vera Misham via her nail polish!?
Present Kristoph Gavin profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What's this? Kristoph Gavin...?"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm having a little trouble following your reasoning. Any insights, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
It is clear just who is poisonous here. Herr Forehead is poisoning the hearts and minds of this court!
Judge:
...Very well. Then let's fight poison, with penalty!
Apollo:
(...No slouching now, Justice! This is my chance to drag the real killer out into the light of day! I know who gave Vera that bottle!)
Leads back to:
"Then let us ask!"
Judge:
Wh-What's this? Kristoph Gavin...?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...What's your game? My bro... There's no way he could do a thing like that! You should know that better than anyone else!
Judge:
Indeed... ...He is behind bars.
Apollo:
...I know. However... ...that doesn't mean it was impossible to do what he did.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Ask yourselves "when" he put the poison in the bottle. It could have been yesterday. ...It could have been a month ago. Maybe it was a year ago? ...Or perhaps, it was seven years ago.
Judge:
B-But...! Kristoph Gavin had no motive for killing this poor girl!
Leads to:
"...It's simply inconceivable!"
Show "who"
Apollo:
Just who poisoned Vera Misham? I have a name for you.
Klavier:
Just a moment, Herr Forehead. You are aware this is an accusation you're making? I think a bit of risk is in order. This much, to be precise.
Apollo:
...I understand. (No problem. I know what I'm doing this time.)
Judge:
Then let's hear it! Who poisoned Vera Misham?
Present Kristoph Gavin profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Wh-What's this? Kristoph Gavin...?"
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm not sure I entirely understand. Do you understand, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
It is clear just who is poisonous here. Herr Forehead is poisoning the hearts and minds of this court!
Judge:
...Very well. Then let's fight poison, with penalty!
Apollo:
(...No slouching now, Justice! This is my chance to drag the real killer out into the light of day! I know who gave Vera that bottle!)
Leads back to:
"Then let's hear it!"
Judge:
Wh-What's this? Kristoph Gavin...?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...What's your game? My bro... There's no way he could do a thing like that! You should know that better than anyone else!
Judge:
Indeed... ...He is behind bars.
Apollo:
...I know. However... ...that doesn't mean it was impossible to do what he did.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Kristoph Gavin had the opportunity to poison Vera Misham!
Judge:
Apparently, the defense has something in mind. Let's see what it is! How did Kristoph Gavin, currently in solitary confinement, poison her!?
Present Nail Polish
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What's this...? My, what a beautiful bottle."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
From what I hear... ...atroquinine takes a while before it acts on the body.
Klavier:
Yes. "Slow-acting", it's called.
Judge:
Also from what I hear... ...my penalties hurt more later than at the moment they're given. ...But let's find out!
Apollo:
(OK, I'm wrong, I get it.)
Trucy:
They've really made an art out of this penalty thing.
Leads back to:
"How did Kristoph Gavin, currently in solitary confinement, poison her!?"
Judge:
What's this...? My, what a beautiful bottle. I'd like to give whoever designed that a hand.
Klavier:
Is that... nail polish? Hmm, it's colorless. Ah...!
Apollo:
Something the matter?
Klavier:
N-No. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Judge:
So the killer put poison in this bottle, and made her drink it?
Apollo:
As Prosecutor Gavin has told us, this is nail polish.
Judge:
Nail polish...?
Apollo:
...It's like paint for nails. Know any women with red nails?
Judge:
Ah! My wife has red nails! I see... so she's been painting them all this time!
Apollo:
Let's recall yesterday's trial. Remember when Vera was testifying to the court?
Judge:
Court is now back in session.
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(Vera seems pretty tense. She's practically chewing her fingernails clean off!)
Apollo:
Whenever Vera became nervous, she had a habit... ...of biting her nails.
Judge:
Her nails... Aaah!
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin? When the prosecution had Vera examined, did they check her nails?
Klavier:
I... Well I...
Judge:
Bailiff! Have them check the defendant's nails at once!
Apollo:
Kristoph Gavin didn't have to "poison" that bottle the day of the poisoning, Your Honor! The moment Vera first held that bottle in her hand, her fate was sealed!
Judge:
B-But wait! This business about Kristoph Gavin giving her that bottle is only conjecture!
Leads to:
"...It's simply inconceivable!"
Judge:
...It's simply inconceivable!
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin doesn't seem to think so.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
...That face tells me one thing. Kristoph Gavin's own younger brother doesn't find it inconceivable at all.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Prosecutor Gavin? If you feel there is a clear and pressing need... ...then we may have to summon Kristoph Gavin from jail as a special witness.
Klavier:
...... Fine. I've known for some time that an impenetrable darkness lurked at the bottom of this. ...A darkness that has swallowed even myself.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
...OK. The defense's wish is granted. Let prisoner Kristoph Gavin take the stand!
Judge:
Bailiff, begin proceedings to call a special witness! The witness is Kristoph Gavin, currently residing in Solitary Cell 13 at Central Prison!
Kristoph:
...Ah, Your Honor. How nice to see you again.
Judge:
I-It's been quite a while, hasn't it?
Kristoph:
To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? It's not every day I'm summoned from my solitary cell. In fact, it's never.
Apollo:
I think you already know, Mister Kristoph Gavin.
Kristoph:
Ah... Mr. Justice. ...I hear you've been doing quite well for yourself.
Apollo:
(Ack... Why do I feel like somehow, he's still my boss...?)
Trucy:
Stiff upper lip, Apollo! You can do it!
Apollo:
...Does this bottle look familiar?
Kristoph:
Ariadoney nail polish? ...Why yes, I use it myself. As did the late defendant, I hear.
Apollo:
She's not dead yet!
Kristoph:
And...? Was there something concerning this bottle you wished to ask me about? I admit, I respect her for her taste in nail polish.
Apollo:
Her "taste" indeed! This nail polish was how Vera Misham was poisoned!
Kristoph:
Atroquinine... was it?
Judge:
You're well informed about the case, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
Even in solitary, much comes to my desk. And I have nothing to do but read. ...Well, Klavier?
Klavier:
...!
Kristoph:
...Maybe you can explain this?
Klavier:
...... You're being accused again. ...By him. Again.
Kristoph:
Ahh. And? You agree with his accusation, do you?
Klavier:
......
Judge:
Let's hold a proper trial, shall we? Kristoph Gavin... your testimony, please.
Kristoph:
...I'd be delighted.
Judge:
The charges against you are quite severe, Mr. Gavin. You are suspected of the poisoning of the defendant, Vera Misham... ...Please testify on this matter to the court!
Witness Testimony
-- Poisoning Vera --
Kristoph:
Owning the same nail polish does not a murderer make.I have been in solitary confinement for half a year. How could I poison her?Her father died of the same poison... the meaning of which should be clear.The prosecution's case holds. She poisoned her father, then attempted to poison herself.Surely, you aren't going to suggest I was responsible for poisoning her father, too?
Judge:
Well... ...I'm afraid the defense's claim is sounding rather unlikely.
Kristoph:
Naturally. For one, I don't even know the Mishams. Isn't that so, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
......
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Justice, begin your cross-examination.
Apollo:
(I'm accusing Kristoph Gavin, my ex-boss. But I know he poisoned the Mishams! The question is "when" could he have done it...? Not to mention... "why"?)
Cross Examination
-- Poisoning Vera --
Kristoph:
Owning the same nail polish does not a murderer make.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Tell me, is this nail polish expensive?
Kristoph:
Ariadoney is a nail polish of the highest order. Not only is it fabulously expensive, but it is made in extremely limited quantities.
Apollo:
And you, and Vera, just happen to both use it? That can't be a coincidence!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
I'm guessing it's not a coincidence.
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
It's simple. Ariadoney is the best nail polish one can buy, correct? Then, if one wanted the best nail polish, one would buy it.
Judge:
...That makes sense! Why, it's a bit like my feelings toward my brand-name gavel here.
Trucy:
And my silk top hat!
Apollo:
(Are we all done showing off our refined tastes?)
Judge:
...Please, continue with your tasteful testimony.
Kristoph:
I have been in solitary confinement for half a year. How could I poison her?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Can't you still make contact with the outside world in solitary?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Ah, so he had an accomplice on the outside? Is this your latest accusation?
Kristoph:
I am allowed a certain modicum of letter writing.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
But the contents of those letters are closely checked. It would be extremely difficult to send a hit request!
Trucy:
...Prosecutor Gavin's on the warpath, isn't he?
Apollo:
Yeah... You think so, too, Trucy?
Trucy:
I bet I know why. He must be nervous with big brother watching!
Apollo:
(Hmm... And maybe that's a weakness I can turn to my advantage...)
Kristoph:
Are we "cool" with that? May I continue?
Kristoph:
Her father died of the same poison... the meaning of which should be clear.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
The defendant is not dead yet!
Kristoph:
There are no known cases of someone surviving atroquinine poisoning.
Apollo:
You seem to know a lot about atroquinine.
Kristoph:
I know a lot about a lot of things. Which is why I suggest we pick up the pace. Or else, you'll be short one defendant, for what she's worth.
Judge:
The witness will refrain from speaking ill of the... ill!
Kristoph:
...My apologies. Shall I continue?
Kristoph:
The prosecution's case holds. She poisoned her father, then attempted to poison herself.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Vera had no reason to want to commit suicide! And also... ...who would commit suicide by doing their nails!?
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
The answer's quite simple. Basically...
Kristoph:
...Allow me to explain, beginning with, "Why did she do it?" The answer's quite simple. She couldn't live with her own guilt. Next, "Why did she use nail polish to poison herself?" This, too, is simple. So she could die doing something that she liked.
Apollo:
"Something that she liked"...?
Kristoph:
Once she saw that the trial wasn't going her way, she knew she would die. And, it's not easy to bring poison into a courtroom. ...Must I explain further?
Judge:
Hmm... I believe that's clear enough. Crystal clear.
Trucy:
Wow, the two brothers together is like a two-man wrecking team!
Apollo:
They could use a little more teamwork, though.
Kristoph:
Surely, you aren't going to suggest I was responsible for poisoning her father, too?
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Both Vera and Mr. Misham were poisoned with atroquinine. That really can't be a coincidence.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
The defense is repeating fallacious statements based on conjecture! The prosecution requests concrete, unambiguous proof of the witness's crime!
Judge:
O-Objection sustained. The defense will please present concrete proof.
Trucy:
Does Prosecutor Gavin seem strange to you, too? It's like he's all grown-up...
Apollo:
I think that's how prosecutors are supposed to be, actually. (Though he is acting different than usual... ...I'll bet it has a lot to do with his brother Kristoph being in the room...)
Trucy:
Well, let's make this testimony count, Apollo!
Apollo:
Right. Quick and painless. (...My bracelet should do the trick!)
Perceive "Devil" hand on "her father, too?"
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Leads to:
"It was you who killed Drew Misham."
Apollo:
(OK... I'm questioning my ex-boss. His testimony seems water-tight... but he's lying. I'm sure I'll be able to see something... as long as I focus!)
Apollo:
It was you who killed Drew Misham.
Kristoph:
...A bluff worthy of your new mentor, Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
Oh, really? ...But you see, I saw it. Right when you said "her father, too"! Your hand tensed unnaturally, and a little devil appeared to give me the news.
Kristoph:
...... And? Let's assume, for the sake of argument, that you saw me being "tense". What does that mean? Are all tense witnesses guilty? And tell me, was Drew Misham fond of nail polish, too?
Apollo:
...Sorry, but there's more than one way to poison a man. You don't need nail polish to get to someone's mouth.
Kristoph:
Ah, then I must be very talented indeed. You see, Drew Misham was killed on October 6... ...while I was already in my solitary confinement cell at Central Prison. If that's not an alibi, then I don't know what is.
Apollo:
...But you found a way, all the same. And I found it, too.
Kristoph:
...!
Apollo:
This is how you poisoned Mr. Misham!
Present Commemorative Stamp
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I'm sure this commemorative stamp requires no introduction."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Kristoph:
...My, my. And here I thought you'd come so far.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Kristoph:
I admire how you, lacking any confidence whatsoever, choose to barrel on. Your defense lacks even a shred of elegance. ...Much like Phoenix Wright, come to think of it.
Apollo:
(...Relax, Justice. I've come this far, I must know the answer... ...How did the killer get to his victim, when the killer was in jail...?)
Leads back to:
"This is how you poisoned Mr. Misham!"
Apollo:
I'm sure this commemorative stamp requires no introduction.
Kristoph:
......
Apollo:
The night Mr. Misham died, he was seen writing a letter. Atroquinine was found on this stamp, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
So am I to understand this stamp was the murder weapon?
Apollo:
Yes, you are. Oh, and yes... ...this stamp was found in your prison cell!!!
Kristoph:
...!
Apollo:
...That is all, Your Honor.
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! P-Poison on the back of that stamp!?
Apollo:
After Drew Misham was killed, someone paid a visit to this witness's cell. ...Phoenix Wright.
Trucy:
Daddy...?
Apollo:
That's when he found the stamp. You made Drew Misham write you a letter! That's how you killed him!
Klavier:
What...!?
Kristoph:
My, my. You've upset my poor brother to the point of uselessness. Allow me to clarify this matter, Justice. All you need do is recall witness Spark Brushel's testimony.
Brushel:
Well, that's the thing, see. After he put his letter in that envelope... ...Mr. Misham sat there searching his desk drawer for something!
Apollo:
His desk drawer...?
Brushel:
Yes! A stamp! A so-called "Postage Stamp", end quote!
Kristoph:
He was "looking for a stamp". Ergo, he had no intention of using this stamp.
Apollo:
What are you getting at?
Kristoph:
What I'm arriving at is that this commemorative stamp was in a frame! It was mere coincidence that he used it that night!
Judge:
That would... seem to be the case.
Kristoph:
Or perhaps you mean to suggest that I can somehow manipulate coincidence?
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
He does have a point. How would this witness know if the victim was going to use that stamp? Without that, he couldn't have planned the murder!
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaaaat!?
Kristoph:
...Really, Klavier. You should be seeing through these weak-spined bluffs by now.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(He's right, though... ...How could anyone have known Mr. Misham would use that stamp that night? Least of all Kristoph Gavin locked away in his cell...)
Judge:
Well... ...it seems that the defense has run out of things to say.
Kristoph:
You assume he had something to say in the first place. I believe the defense's bluff... has been called.
Klavier:
The "defense's bluff"...? I'm not sure I agree with you there... Kristoph.
Kristoph:
K-Klavier...?
Klavier:
...Honestly, I wanted to believe you. But the defense wasn't trying to get away with a bluff. You were, Kristoph!
Judge:
Wh-What are you saying? ...Prosecutor Gavin!
Klavier:
...Herr Forehead. What was your accusation again...?
Apollo:
Huh!? Oh, it was that...
Klavier:
..."This poisoned stamp killed Drew Misham"... ja? To which my brother responded thusly: "There was no way to know "when" Misham would use the stamp."
Judge:
Yes, that's right. Which is why it couldn't have been planned...
Klavier:
...Tell me. It needs to be "planned"... why?
Apollo:
Uh...
Klavier:
Why couldn't it have been a "coincidence"? The defense's case is simply that Drew Misham died by that stamp. That's all.
Apollo:
"Coincidence"...
Klavier:
Kristoph, you tried to slip out from under his accusation by changing the subject! If that's not bluffing... what is it?
Kristoph:
...... What are you up to, Klavier?
Klavier:
I could ask you the same question, Kristoph.
Kristoph:
Heh... ...I silenced the defense with the fewest words possible. It's called "efficiency".
Judge:
B-But Mr. Gavin! That's impermissible testimony!
Kristoph:
...Very well. I shall take his claim head-on, then. ...Justice.
Apollo:
Wh-What?
Kristoph:
You accuse me of Drew Misham's murder, yes? Then, allow me to ask you: What possible reason could I have to kill a painter?
Trucy:
Apollo! Motive! He's talking about a motive!
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed. It's hard to see how an attorney could come to want to kill a painter.
Apollo:
(Now here's something: why didn't he bring up the motive from the very beginning? ...Unless he was afraid it was a battle he might lose...!)
Trucy:
So... what does it mean?
Apollo:
...It means there might be a weak spot! Maybe I have some evidence to prove a motive...
Judge:
A motive for murder. This is a vital, if not the most vital element in this case. Please consider this when making your statement.
Klavier:
I'd say it's about... this vital.
Apollo:
(That's... pretty vital.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(I'm going through with this no matter what!) ...Understood, Your Honor. I'd like to present evidence.
Kristoph:
......
Judge:
Then, let's see what you have for us. What reason did Kristoph Gavin have for wanting to murder Drew Misham?
Present Red Envelope or Notebook Page
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Kristoph Gavin's motive becomes clear..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Kristoph:
...... Bravo, Justice.
Apollo:
Hmm...?
Kristoph:
The way you present erroneous evidence with such numbing lack of skill. To think changing mentors would cripple you so.
Judge:
Allow me to present you with a numbing penalty.
Trucy:
Hang in there, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Drew Misham had another "business" besides painting. Add a "lawyer" to that... and the puzzle is complete.)
Apollo:
Your Honor! I'm plenty numb now... Can I try again?
Leads back to:
"Then, let's see what you have for us."
Apollo:
Kristoph Gavin's motive becomes clear... ...when we consider why the stamp came to Drew Misham's studio in the first place.
Judge:
And why was that?
Apollo:
Forgery, Your Honor. Go back seven years. Drew Misham accepts his first job creating forged evidence.
Judge:
I've... seen that before! A page from a diary, wasn't it? Magnifi Gramarye's diary.
Kristoph:
Ah, when attorney Phoenix Wright lost his badge, yes. ...This was the "evidence" he presented. To his loss.
Apollo:
...This evidence is a fake, yes. But did Mr. Wright request the forgery be made? That was never proven!
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
The defense attorney on that case was Phoenix Wright. Who, other than him, drunk with the prospect of victory, could have done it? And why would they?
Apollo:
...... Just out of curiosity... ...do you remember this letter? This is the first page. ...And this is the second.
Judge:
Those were presented in court yesterday. This letter was sent to Drew Misham by the client who requested that forgery.
Apollo:
The "enclosed stamp" was none other than the poisoned commemorative stamp! Drew Misham drew his last breath just the other day. However! The motive for his murder was already seven years old!
Klavier:
Seven years old...?
Apollo:
The client who requested this forgery was very cautious. He tried to erase anything... and anyone with connections to the forgery!
Judge:
...To keep them from talking?
Apollo:
...But he made a mistake.
Vera:
...The stamp was a picture of my favorite magicians... so I kept it...
Vera:
...Father took me when I was very young... ...It was a great magic show. I loved it so much...
Apollo:
...The killer's "time bomb" was delayed. The poisoned stamp was sealed within a glass frame... ...where it sat for seven whole years.
Klavier:
...Herr Forehead. Do you understand what you're telling us?
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
The one who schemed up the forged diary page was the one who poisoned the stamp. And it was Phoenix Wright who presented the forged evidence seven years ago. Adding the two statements together, the one who schemed to kill Drew Misham... ...was none other than Phoenix Wright!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
...Sorry, but that's not how this is going to go down.
Klavier:
Oh? Then how will it "go down"?
Apollo:
I checked through the records on that case... when I found this. ...Seven years ago, just before the trial began...
Trucy:
Oh... Old boy! Um, uh... Here.
Phoenix:
What's this...?
Trucy:
I dunno! I just got it over there in the hall. They told me to give it to the "old boy in the blue suit with the spiky hair".
Apollo:
And one more thing...
Enigmar:
I'm... sorry to have sprung this on you so suddenly.
Phoenix:
I received the files from your previous attorney only yesterday.
Enigmar:
...I understand I am asking the impossible of you.
Phoenix:
Yes, well, you haven't really told me what happened yet! All we did... was play cards.
Enigmar:
And that was enough.
Apollo:
Phoenix Wright was put on the case the day before the trial started. He didn't have time to request a forgery!
Klavier:
The day before...!?
Apollo:
Now here's a question. Just who was Shadi Enigmar's previous defense attorney?
Kristoph:
......
Klavier:
No... Th-This can't all be...
Apollo:
...But it is all true. There was another man, a defense attorney with a badge on his collar... ...it was you! Kristoph Gavin!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! W-What is the meaning of this, witness! I mean, defendant! Er, former lawyer!?
Kristoph:
...Let me begin by denying this.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
It's easy enough to look up, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
And impossible to prove if you can't.
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
Attorneys are registered with the court the day before the trial begins. In other words, no record remains in the court. How exactly did you intend to prove Phoenix Wright's claim?
Judge:
Hmm... That would be difficult. I'm afraid this line of inquiry won't yield...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...Herr Forehead. Are you sure you don't have evidence...?
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
What's wrong with Prosecutor Gavin? He looks clammy!
Klavier:
Evidence! Evidence that shows this man, Kristoph Gavin, requested that forgery seven years ago!
Kristoph:
Klavier...?
Klavier:
Just... prove it! Clear up these doubts now, or I swear, I'm off this case!
Trucy:
...He must have thought of some evidence, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin looks like he's in physical pain! That darkness... ...I have to pull that darkness out of him... And proof is the only way I can! What proves Kristoph Gavin's link to Drew Misham!?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? You claim Kristoph Gavin requested a forgery of Drew Misham seven years ago! Prove it!
Apollo:
It can be proven.
Kristoph:
...... Simply ridiculous. Why even discuss it? This "evidence" does not...
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
Are you... telling the truth, Apollo Justice...?
Apollo:
...I am.
Klavier:
Then... I say we give him the benefit of the doubt!
Judge:
Very well. But, if you're wrong about this... ...be prepared for a penalty.
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
Your Honor. You do the defense an injustice. Mr. Justice is clearly passionate about his claim. Should the penalty not match his passion?
Judge:
I... haven't given a penalty like that in a long time. Well? Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...Fine, Your Honor. (All I have to prove is any kind of link. Something that ties Kristoph Gavin to Drew Misham... And... I have something that clearly does the job.)
Judge:
...Very well, Mr. Justice. Present your evidence! Show us the link between our witness and Drew Misham!
Present Letter from Misham
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"This evidence proves there's a link!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
Hmm... What say you, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Ah, yes... What was your name again? Apollo Justice?
Apollo:
...Your point?
Kristoph:
I was thinking you should have it changed to "Forgery". ...It suits you far, far better.
Trucy:
Forgery Justice...? That's not so bad!
Apollo:
(In other words... wrong evidence.)
Judge:
Most unfortunate. Might I suggest changing it to "Penalty Justice"?
Klavier:
Way to go, Herr Pen!
Apollo:
(Great, a new nickname already. Time to rethink my evidence... carefully!)
Leads back to:
"...Very well, Mr. Justice. Present your evidence!"
Apollo:
This evidence proves there's a link!
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
That... scrap of paper? I'm afraid I can't let you submit that.
Apollo:
...Is there some problem?
Kristoph:
There is. How could you possibly have that? You couldn't.
Apollo:
Hmm...?
Trucy:
Hey! That's Daddy's handwriting...
Judge:
...Mr. Wright's handwriting!? What is the meaning of this?
Kristoph:
Ah, I see now. Yes, of course.
Judge:
What do you mean "of course"?
Kristoph:
I just remembered I had a visitor yesterday. Phoenix Wright came to my cell... except I wasn't there.
Klavier:
Phoenix Wright...?
Kristoph:
When I returned, I saw he had something of mine in his possession. Of course, I had no intention of letting him get away with reading my private mail.
Judge:
Mail...? You mean, this letter was in your cell?
Kristoph:
...No. However, it appears Mr. Wright has yet to be cured of his bad forging habit.
Judge:
Well, if it's a forgery, it's not a very good one. The handwriting's terrible!
Apollo:
This is Mr. Wright's reproduction of what was written in the real letter.
Judge:
"Reproduction"...?
Apollo:
When Mr. Wright visited Kristoph Gavin's cell... ...he brought with him a small video camera.
Kristoph:
What...?
Apollo:
He recorded his entire conversation with you, Mr. Gavin. And the contents of your "personal" mail!
Kristoph:
...! R-Regardless. This mockery of a piece of evidence will never be accepted by the court. Evidence based on a "video" a man with no authority whatsoever "claims" he took... ...A man who happens to be an ex-attorney suspected of forgery!
Judge:
Hmm. Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
Prosecutor... Gavin?
Kristoph:
As embarrassing as this is for me to say... ...I'm afraid my brother is incapable of making rational judgments at the moment. Your Honor. ...Your decision, please.
Judge:
...... The defense's claim is denied.
Trucy:
What!?
Judge:
Only actual evidence is permitted in a court of law. Please remove the defense's "evidence" from the record.
Kristoph:
Better luck next time, Justice.
Apollo:
...!
Examine evidence
Letter From Misham
Stamp on Letter From Misham
Apollo:
This is... a commemorative stamp of Troupe Gramarye. But Mr. Wright wrote this letter himself. Based on the video, right? Did he go out of his way to find an identical stamp and put it on here? Seems like a bit of wasted effort if you ask me...
Front side
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo. It's not addressed to Kristoph!
Apollo:
Huh, you're right. ...I guess it makes sense. It would show a connection, if it was. And, for the killer, it's kind of the murder weapon. I doubt he'd give out his real name along with his address.
Trucy:
Oh, good point. How sneaky!
Apollo:
(Murder by mail... That's a scary thought.)
Judge:
Well, we've certainly taken a detour from our cross-examination... ...but, the defense appears to be lacking proof. I'm forced to end the cross-examination of Kristoph Gavin at this point.
Trucy:
...Apollo! Do something...!
Apollo:
I'm thinking! But... without evidence... ...I don't have anything I can use on him!
Judge:
...Very well. This ends the special witness's cross-examination.
Klavier:
Objection!
Klavier:
...The show's over, yet the crowd screams for more. Only now do I understand why.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Frankly, I'm relieved. This has been bothering me for seven whole years. And I'm tired of the whole youthful angst scene. ...Now's our chance. Let's clean out the family closet, eh, Kristoph?
Kristoph:
Klavier... You're spinning out of control. Calm yourself before you say something you'll regret.
Klavier:
Spinning out of whose control? Mine? ...Or yours?
Kristoph:
Take a moment to consider everything you've built. Your reputation as a prosecutor... your fame with the masses. You could lose it all, Klavier.
Trucy:
Apollo! Did you see that? He's trying to press Prosecutor Gavin!
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin! Try to remember... ...what's really important to you!
Klavier:
You amuse me, Herr Forehead. I couldn't forget what's really important to me, even if I tried.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
In fact, I haven't. Not even once. Seven years ago...
Klavier:
...Finally. You just couldn't resist, could you, Herr Wright?
Phoenix:
...Resist what? Presenting solid evidence?
Klavier:
Might I request we put the current cross-examination on hold? The prosecution would like to call a new witness.
Klavier:
...State your name and occupation for the record.
Apollo:
...I'm familiar with the trial. I've watched the video several times.
Klavier:
Didn't you find anything "unnatural" about it?
Judge:
Unnatural?
Apollo:
Well, you did seem unusually well prepared. I mean, Mr. Wright had only just presented his evidence. And the next moment you call in Drew Misham. It was almost as if...
Klavier:
"Almost as if"... what?
Apollo:
...... (Funny, it didn't even occur to me to wonder... ...But now that I do, I see there's only one possible explanation!) Almost as if... from the very beginning... ...you knew Mr. Wright was going to present that evidence.
Judge:
Ah...!
Klavier:
...Correct.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
I knew that if I applied the usual pressure... ...Phoenix Wright would eventually come up with that forged diary page.
Kristoph:
Don't do this, Klavier.
Klavier:
I knew because you told me, Kristoph!
Apollo:
Wh... Whaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Klavier:
It was the night before the trial.
Kristoph:
...Klavier.
Klavier:
Kristoph...? Odd seeing you at the prosecutor's office the day before the trial.
Kristoph:
Ah... I won't be appearing in the trial, actually.
Klavier:
Huh? Why not...?
Kristoph:
I won't be facing off with you on your first trial, apparently. ...But in exchange, I brought information.
Klavier:
Information...?
Kristoph:
The attorney who'll be there in my place tomorrow is not to be trusted. Don't even give him the benefit of your respect. Listen... ...I want you to call in a special witness. Then... ......
Klavier:
...I wondered about it at the time. "How did Kristoph know so much?"
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin...
Klavier:
...Kristoph! We were supposed to face each other in that trial! A fair fight, brother to brother! I deserved that much! You let me borrow the victim's belongings... ...You showed me all your research on the case!
Trucy:
The victim's "belongings"...?
Apollo:
Which would have included Magnifi's diary... wouldn't it?
Kristoph:
......
Judge:
Mr. Gavin...?
Kristoph:
My, my, Klavier. You disappoint me. You find trees, yet miss the forest!
Apollo:
...You're the one missing the forest, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
......
Klavier:
You can't sweep this under the rug. Not anymore. Tell me what was going on behind that trial!
Kristoph:
...... ...Why not? I've achieved what I came here to do. I see no harm in a little reminiscing.
Trucy:
Apollo...
Apollo:
...I think we're finally going to shine a light on the black belly of this thing, Trucy. We've done everything we could. I hope it's enough.
Kristoph:
...Seven years ago... the day before the trial. I visited the detention center at the request of my client, Zak Gramarye.
...Two cards.
...One card.
...Showdown time.
...Enough. You lose, Gavin. Thanks for the work. Now go.
Kristoph:
...To be honest, I don't know what his reasons were to this day. As far as I could tell... ...he dismissed me as his representation... because I lost in a game of poker. I can come to no other conclusion.
Trucy:
Daddy used to say something. "If you want to know a man, you have to compete"...
Apollo:
(...Zak wasn't watching his points, or the cards. He was watching the man behind the cards... Kristoph Gavin.)
Kristoph:
I couldn't believe it. Phoenix Wright...? A second rate attorney who relies on luck and bluffs! He dismissed me... and went with that pitiful excuse for a man? ...He deserved to die for that error alone.
Apollo:
Hold it! So, the one who requested that forgery was...?
Kristoph:
...Oh, I'm not admitting to anything. My point is... ...these two men shamed me, and I could not forgive that. Phoenix Wright and Zak Gramarye both deserved what they got.
Apollo:
...So you asked Mr. Misham to forge that evidence... ...so you could "win"! But then, when you were dismissed as Zak Gramarye's attorney... ...you used your forged evidence as a trap!
Klavier:
You fed me information about the forgery you made. ...Then you gave your dirty evidence to him!
Kristoph:
You're free to imagine what you will. My point... is that all I had imagined came to pass. Everything went perfectly.
...Hah...
Klavier:
...Ha ha ha... Incredible. If I wasn't laughing... I'd weep.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
"Perfectly"...? You're mad, Kristoph. Stop fooling yourself.
Kristoph:
What are you talking about, Klavier?
Klavier:
...Tell me, how did that trial end?
Judge:
Cancelled... when the defendant vanished.
Klavier:
Ah. I get it. So, Kristoph... ...you've been living in fear for seven years!
Kristoph:
...What...?
Apollo:
You were afraid your forgery would be revealed, and your reputation trashed! You couldn't leave things to chance... ...so you watched everyone involved with the case, for seven years!
Brushel:
You know, he always felt like he was being watched? That's what he said. Every day, for seven years.
Brushel:
But I felt it, too! "Journalist Sure He Is Being Watched", end quote. Don't you wonder why Zak Gramarye got rubbed out after seven years... ...right after coming into contact with me!?
Judge:
W-Wait just a minute! Zak Gramarye was seen by this reporter? How is that possible!? Was he alive after being gone seven years!?
Apollo:
...... (Finally... I knew this moment was coming... I just didn't think we'd get here so fast. Zak Gramarye... gone missing for seven years... Trucy's father!)
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo! Go get him!
Apollo:
...Right. Leave it to me. Allow me to refresh the court's memory. Six months ago, Kristoph Gavin was charged with murdering a "mysterious traveler".
Judge:
I remember him quite well. Shadi Smith, was it? Poisoned in a Chinese restaurant... Tragic.
Apollo:
...The details don't really matter right now. What matters is... that traveler was Zak Gramarye!
Trucy:
...... What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
...Huh?
Trucy:
Keep going! We'll talk about it later!
Apollo:
...! (Did... she already know?)
Judge:
Someone please explain this! ...Mr. Justice! Can you explain this?
Apollo:
It all started seven years ago... ...The great magician, Magnifi Gramarye's death started it. Magnifi Gramarye's death, and his student, Zak Gramarye, the suspect. Whoever defended Zak in court successfully would be famous beyond belief. ...Thinking that, Kristoph Gavin did the unthinkable. He forged evidence.
Judge:
...Drew Misham?
Apollo:
Actually, it was his daughter, Vera, who really did the work. You took precautions when you had that forgery made, didn't you, Mr. Gavin?
Judge:
Precautions...?
Klavier:
...To keep people from talking, of course.
(...These two know too much. Leave them alive and they'll be nothing but trouble...!)
Apollo:
That's when you planned your poisoning of the forgers.
Klavier:
Atroquinine... ...applied to a commemorative stamp.
Apollo:
But, luck was on Mr. Misham's side. The bomb didn't go off.
Judge:
His daughter...! She saved him by taking the stamp... I see!
Kristoph:
......
Apollo:
...But that wasn't the only bomb he set up.
Klavier:
The Ariadoney nail polish, ...of course!
Apollo:
You noticed something when you requested that forgery. When Vera Misham is nervous, she has a bad habit... ...a tendency to bite her nails.
Judge:
Ah...!
Apollo:
That nail polish... was her "good luck charm".
Drew:
She was almost kidnapped, once. Since then, she's been... Well, you can see for yourself. She refuses to leave the house.
Vera:
That person gave me... a good luck charm. For when I absolutely had to go outside. It protects me.
Drew:
Yes, apparently, she received something... a gift. She won't tell me what it was. It was from that client... the one who wanted that note made...
Apollo:
It was his insurance.
Judge:
Insurance?
Apollo:
As long as she lived quietly at home, there was no danger to her. But what if she had to go outside!?
Klavier:
If she ran into any trouble, she'd become nervous... ...and the nail polish would do the rest.
Apollo:
His time bombs sat there for seven years. And then... they went off almost simultaneously.
Kristoph:
If you're finished... ...may I return to my cell now? I'm not accustomed to standing for such long periods of time.
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin! Have you heard a single thing we've said!?
Kristoph:
Oh, I listened quite closely to your little tale. Quite an entertaining piece of fiction.
Apollo:
What...?
Kristoph:
...Klavier. Surely you understand.
Klavier:
...... We're back to the evidence. The lacking evidence. Nothing proves a link between him and the atroquinine that took Drew Misham's life.
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
What about the restaurant? You killed Zak Gramarye! To keep him from talking!
Kristoph:
...I killed no man of that name. Read over the report again, if you like. The victim was a traveler by the name of Shadi Smith, about whom we know little else. You can't seriously think I knew he was that particular fugitive...?
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
OK, then why did you kill him!?
Kristoph:
...I plead my right to remain silent. Remember, this court did not convene to put me on trial. The defendant's name is "Vera Misham", suspected in the murder of her father. ...My trial's been finished for six months now.
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid we have strayed considerably from our purpose here. This court concurs with the witness. It is defendant Vera Misham who is on trial here.
Trucy:
No! But you were doing so good, Apollo!
Judge:
As long as there is no evidence to support the accusation against him... ...this course of inquiry cannot find Vera Misham innocent!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! Phoenix Wright spent seven years collecting this evidence...
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
...You still don't get it, do you?
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
Let us assume there was poison in the nail polish. Who then, was responsible for causing Vera Misham to bite her nails?
Apollo:
Wh-What...?
Kristoph:
It wasn't me, I know that much. The one who brought that poison to her lips... was you.
Apollo:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Kristoph:
...Evidence is everything. There is nothing more.
Judge:
...I believe this discussion has reached its conclusion.
Apollo:
Y-Your Honor!
Judge:
Mr. Justice... ...you have performed admirably well for a novice attorney. I respect your partner, Phoenix Wright's determination as well.
Kristoph:
However... ...without direct proof, you have nothing. Isn't that right, Klavier?
Klavier:
Unfortunately... yes, Kristoph. You're right. ...That is, you would've been right, until now.
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
...What?
Klavier:
...Did the news not reach your desk in solitary? The eyes of the nation are on this courtroom today. ...This is the trial case for a new judicial system.
Apollo:
...! That's right! (I'd totally forgotten!) The Jurist System!
Kristoph:
Jurists, you say...?
Judge:
The current judicial system has been deemed too "closed off" from society. This new system attempts to inject the wisdom of common citizens into the law.
Kristoph:
Common citizens? Wisdom? Is this some kind of a joke? What could we possibly gain by doing this? Entrusting our judicial system to a mindless, emotional mob of irrational mouth-breathers?
Judge:
Common citizens have something called "common sense". Common sense is not restricted by the law.
Kristoph:
Nonsense! There is only room for two in this court: Me, and the law! Keep the riff-raff out! Out, I say!
......
Apollo:
They're not in the court, actually. They're watching everything by video camera.
Kristoph:
H-How can you... allow this?
Apollo:
Incidentally, the one responsible for making this happen... ...was Phoenix Wright.
Kristoph:
Phoe... Phoenix Wright...? So... Everything was leading to this. Of course... Right... Wright.. Wright... WrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiGGGGGGGGGGGGgggggggGGGGGHhhhHHHHHHHHHHhhhhHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT I won't accept... I can't accept... This is no court! Law...! The law is everything! Law is absolute! You'd let ignorant swine soil your courts?
Klavier:
Kristoph... It's over.
Kristoph:
K-Klavier!!!
Klavier:
The law is "absolute"...? You can't be serious.
Kristoph:
Wh-What...?
Klavier:
Odd. I thought you spent your life looking for loopholes? The law isn't absolute. It's filled with contradictions.
Judge:
The law is the end product of many years of history... the fruit of human knowledge! Like a gem, polished to a gleam through trials... and errors. It is this fruit we receive, and pass on, and face in our time. And it is always changing, growing. Nurturing it is our task as human beings.
Klavier:
Except for you, Kristoph. You aren't changing. You've stopped. You're not needed anymore.
Apollo:
(...I couldn't think of anything to say. Maybe... because I still haven't seen enough. But someday, I'll know what law is. And I'll fight to change it if I have to!)
Judge:
...I see no need to further prolong this trial. This began as the trial of Vera Misham, accused of murdering her father... ...the painter, Drew Misham. However... ...several other incidents were reviewed, and we seem to have reached a conclusion. ...... Before this court declares a verdict, I await your decision. ...Jurists of the court. For the death of Drew Misham, how do you find the defendant, Vera Misham? Innocent...? Or guilty...? ...I turn to you now to consider this matter!
October 9, 12:48 PM
Jurists' Chambers
...This ends the trial for this case. Only the verdict remains to be decided. Defendant Vera Misham is currently in intensive care.
Phoenix:
If a decision cannot be reached today... ...it may never be reached. The factors involved are simple. Did the defendant poison her father that night...? If so, she is guilty. Or was there another reason for Mr. Misham's death? Did another person poison him? If so, she is innocent. A panel has been provided for each of you to input your decisions. That is all...
No. 6:
Please... Wait!
Phoenix:
...Yes, Jurist No. 6?
No. 6:
There's something in the Jurist's Handbook here: "Persons involved with the case may not be jurists."
Phoenix:
...That is correct. I've looked into all your dossiers. None of you were involved with the development of the case.
No. 6:
With the "development of the case"...? I see.
Phoenix:
...Does that answer your concern?
No. 6:
......
Phoenix:
...It's time for your verdicts. Make your decision in the case against Vera Misham! After seven years... the truth is ready to be heard. ...... Judge wisely. Judge well.
Not Guilty
Leads to:
"...And so a verdict was reached on October 9, 2:14 PM."
Guilty
...And so a verdict was reached on October 9, 2:14 PM. The first verdict under the Jurist System. ...A "hung jury". The final verdict would have to wait for the following day. But fate had different plans. That night, defendant Vera Misham's condition worsened. She died in her hospital bed. Her verdict was postponed... for eternity.
Game over
...And so a verdict was reached on October 9, 2:14 PM. The first verdict under the Jurist System. ..."Innocent", by unanimous decision. The record will show... ...that when the verdict was announced, special witness Kristoph Gavin... laughed. A laugh louder than any ever heard before... or since. A laugh that echoed in the halls of justice, lingering for what seemed like hours. October 10, 8:30 AM, the morning after the trial... In an intensive care ward... a true miracle occurred. Vera Misham opened her eyes.
October 10, 10:12 AM
Hickfield Clinic
Apollo:
Vera!!! I'm so glad, I...
Trucy:
Don't cry, Apollo! ...I'm happy, too. And proud. You did well, Apollo. When I thought about... what if Vera... I...
Apollo:
Hey now, don't you start crying, too! Um... sorry you had to see us like this.
Vera:
......
Apollo:
V-Vera...?
Vera:
...Thank you so much. Apollo, thank you.
Apollo:
No, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have pressed you like that... If... If I hadn't you never would have bitten your nails!
Vera:
No... I was wrong. Staying locked inside like that... clinging to my "good luck charm"...
Apollo:
Vera...
Vera:
...When I opened my eyes, and saw you... I finally understood. It's important to be a part of the world... ...to see things with your own eyes.
Apollo:
(It looks like that poison had some effect after all. It killed off whatever was holding Vera back from life.)
Trucy:
I knew you'd pull through, Vera! I mean, that's what Apollo was fighting for the whole time! Your future!
Vera:
I won't forget it. Here, let me thank you!
Apollo:
No, really, it's OK...
Trucy:
Oooh! Look! It's me! I love it! Thanks!
Apollo:
(Is that... me?)
Trucy:
She really captured your essence, Apollo! Well, I think so, at least.
Vera:
That reminds me... ...do you know where the other lawyer is...?
Apollo:
The other lawyer...?
Trucy:
Oh! You mean Daddy. 'Cept he's not a lawyer anymore.
Vera:
...It's my fault, isn't it? I'm sorry.
Trucy:
Oh! No, no, no, that's not what I meant...
Vera:
...No, it's OK. I'm through looking away from the things I've done. I hope I can look him in the eyes again someday and apologize.
Apollo:
...I'm sure he'd be happy to hear that.
Vera:
He... brought all those things for me... when he came to visit... earlier.
Apollo:
You mean that stack of videos? (...Mr. Wright finished watching them all?)
Trucy:
You know, I knew my real daddy was alive.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
I was there, seven years ago, remember? I was the one who helped him "vanish" from the courtroom!
Apollo:
Y-You did wha... How?
Trucy:
I'm not telling! ...He promised me, that day he went away.
Zak:
We may not meet again for some time, Trucy... ...but know this, I will be watching. And, one day, I shall return. ...You're the next Gramarye, after all!
Apollo:
Oh... Trucy... (In the end... he couldn't keep that promise, could he?)
Trucy:
It's OK! Phoenix is my daddy now. Even if he can't really play the piano.
Apollo:
That he can't...
Trucy:
...Oh, and I've got you, too! Even if your voice is kinda loud sometimes.
Apollo:
Glad I made your list.
Trucy:
Hey! Come to think of it... ...where is Daddy? The one who can't play. Do you know, Apollo?
Apollo:
I think he said he had to meet someone.
Trucy:
Hmm. I wonder... ...Maybe it's a new mommy!
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Vera:
Tee hee... Oh, Trucy?
Trucy:
Hmm? Yes, Vera?
Vera:
I was wondering... Could you show him to me once more? ...Sir Hat, was it?
Trucy:
Oh, he's not been knighted. ...Yet! Here goes... do us an impersonation, Mr. Hat!
Mr. Hat:
...Objection!!! ...Ahem.
Apollo:
Not loud enough. And I like Ms. Magic Underwear better, anyway.
Trucy:
That's "Magic Panties", Apollo!
Phoenix:
So... Your memory's returned.
???:
Mr. Wright... was this all a part of your plan, too?
Phoenix:
I don't know what you're talking about.
???:
When I lost my memory, I was reborn... as Lamiroir. But, you knew my true identity, did you not? ...That is why you chose me as one of your jurists.
Phoenix:
Ah, you're thinking into it too much. ...Besides. There was no guarantee that regaining your memory would make you happy.
???:
Of course it is a happy thing.
Phoenix:
......
???:
For so long, I thought I was alone... ...but now I know I have children. Two dear children. I'm so proud of them... This, too, I think, is thanks to you.
Phoenix:
Are you going to tell them?
???:
They do not know?
Phoenix:
Nope. They don't know their mother. They don't even know they're siblings.
???:
I will go to them... when the time is right. Until then, I...
Phoenix:
...Don't worry, I'll take care of them for you. They're... They're very important to me, too. ...A little annoying at times, but still. (I have to keep an eye on her, at least. Because I'm the only one who knows how she really feels... on the inside.) ...Your bracelet.
???:
Yes...?
Phoenix:
I've seen a lot of mysterious things these past seven years. ...But your bracelets were the strangest of all. I remember meeting him, half a year ago now, in Kristoph Gavin's office... ...and then I met you. Two fates destined to intertwine... and I was there when they crossed. I'll never forget that.
???:
...... Such a small thing, that bullet. Yet it tore who I was away... Ten years ago... During a simple rehearsal... It was a miracle no one died... but "I" didn't survive that accident. That is why I left the troupe... my family.
Phoenix:
......
???:
Now, my memory has returned. I am myself once more. For the first time... I am glad to be alive, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Speaking of miracles. Vera Misham regained consciousness this morning. I can only hope she's as glad as you are.
???:
It is... a strange thing, fate. Sometimes a life is taken. Sometimes a life is spared.
Phoenix:
You know what I've been thinking? People don't die that easily, really. ...As long as they've got something worth living for.
Apollo:
...And that's pretty much the end of my story. For now, anyway. I've still got a long way to go. And this power of mine... well, it needs some work. But... there's hope now. We'd lost it, but somehow, we found it again. That's why people are smiling again... Hope. Yeah, I think I'll keep at this lawyer thing for a while. Oops, training time. Gotta go. Chords of Steel... here comes Justice!
Apollo:
Objection!
Trucy:
I'm glad you're staying with the agency, Apollo! It's like.. like I've found my long-lost, big, little brother! Oh, and don't you worry about Troupe Gramarye! Trucy's on the case! ...Now that I've have this, thanks to Daddy.
Mr. Hat:
Trucy Gramarye? Frankly, I got my doubts. But Hat Gramarye? Now that'll pack 'em in!
Klavier:
It's not every day you get a trial that rocks harder than one of our gigs, ja? That's why it's over! The Gavinners are breaking up. ...The news caused a run on tissues at supermarkets nation-wide. You're the real stars, now! I look forward to our next jam session.
Phoenix:
Well, it's finally over. You know, thinking about it... ...I've been a piano player longer than I was a lawyer. Now that everything's sorted, and I've got time on my hands, maybe I'll take some lessons. ...Or maybe I'll take the bar exam... again.
Ema:
...So, I was standing around, eating Snackoos the other day... ...when I got this crazy idea! What if they were... golden!? You could augment the crunch, or better yet, make them ding! Ah... the power of science! ...Although the preservatives might not be 100% safe...
Olga:
In unlikely event you are wanting Russian feast, come to Borscht Bowl Club! The only thing colder than restaurant... is borscht! Dah, but if greater challenge is being required... ...then come to the Hydeout. You know who to ask for!
Plum:
So, Kitaki Pastries is getting back to its Eastern "roots". Spread the culture, and all. Yo, Boss! Culture time!!!
Big Wins:
...This is how we write "root", capice?
Plum:
But we're still about giving back to the people! Yo, Boss! P.R. time!!!
Big Wins:
...And this is how we write "people", alright?
Plum:
Not that Wocky's paying any attention. Whoooh... Kids...
Wocky:
Bizzoy! Chinese characters on cake was a fly idea like 3,000 years ago. Believe dat! Man, you wanna make it today, you gotta keep it real, you know what I'm saying? Yo, that's why I made the "O. G. Cracker". Fo real! I KNOW it don't look like no cracker, G. What, you want me to call it the O. G. Muffin!?
Eldoon:
...I don't know where all this talk about food is coming from. You ask me, there's only one food, and that's noodles. Noodles forever! I got a new one, too. See this time, I just put a big chunk of salt in the bowl! Why pretend? Eldoon's Noodles is about the salt! Salt forever!!!
Stickler:
My exceptionally inquisitive nature has won me unequivocal adoration in my department. You see, they used to call me Wesley Stinkler. And Wesley Stickyhands. But no longer. I have a new name, one that reflects my true academic nature... ...Wesley Sicko, reporting! Yes, curiosity is a sickness, and I am the cure!
Lamiroir:
I don't know how to thank you for all you've done. Light has returned to my life, and with it, joy. I may have lost years, but I have gained a treasure. ...Two treasures, in fact. I will think of them when I write my next song.
Brushel:
Brush-a Brush-a Brushel! Brush-a Brush-a Brushel! Brushel here, back on the beat with another interview! Eh? How do I feel about how things turned out? "No Scoop Yet But Journalist's Confidence In Mint Condition", end quoooooote!
Vera:
...I've decided to keep painting. Originals only, of course. ...I suppose I'll have to see a bit of the world outside to find what to paint. ...But, I know there are good people out there now. I've met them. ...The door is open. The world is waiting. Thank you.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Apollo:
...Um... You sure about that?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(Ack! That didn't go so well.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
This evidence clearly reveals a contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Apollo:
They aren't, are they...?
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Justice, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Apollo:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure, Mr. Justice. Objection overruled.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Perceive wrong area (during cross-examination segment "Poisoning Vera")
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin! You're nervous about something!
Kristoph:
...There is that finger pointing at me so rudely.
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
...And that desperate gleam in your eyes. It's quite disturbing, actually. Perhaps because you have no faith in your own logic? ...Which is why you cling to your dubious "power".
Apollo:
(...Confident or not, I've come a long way, Mr. Gavin. Just a little more to go. ...I need a "word". There must be some word that sends shivers down his spine...)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Vera Misham...
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will surrender herself to the court's care... ...to undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month's time. Court is adjourned!
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Episode 1Turnabout Target
There it is! We can see it! It's the emissary of peace from the East! The President's private plane is arriving at Gourd Lake! Can you hear it? The cheers of the crowd!
Welcome, Zheng Fa Republic! Welcome, Mr. President!
Mr. President. This way, please. Your audience awaits.
My dear friends! There is a reason for my visit! A few days ago, a smuggling ring that has long plagued my nation was exposed and crushed! This was possible thanks to your country's High Prosecutor's Office. From the bottom of my heart, I convey unto them my utmost gratitude! However... The battle is still not over! ...I declare here, and now! The Hammer of Justice shall be brought down upon all evil!
EEEEEEEEEEK!!!
Hurry! Contact the High Prosecutor's Office! We need that man... Miles Edgeworth... If there's anyone who can solve this case, it's him!
March 25, 2:46 PMGourd Lake ParkAudience Area
Edgeworth:
(...Word of this must have reached every corner of the world by now. An assassination attempt on the president of the Republic of Zheng Fa...)
Edgeworth:
My name is Miles Edgeworth. I am a prosecutor. I was asked to investigate this grave incident, but upon my arrival...
???:
Mr. Edgeworth! We've been waiting for you, sir!
Edgeworth:
(This man is Dick Gumshoe. He's a detective with the local precinct who assists me on all cases under my jurisdiction.) What is the president's current condition?
Gumshoe:
I'm still not sure, sir! The paramedics just entered his plane a few moments ago...
Edgeworth:
I see... (I hope it's nothing too serious...) Very well, Detective. Please show me around the crime scene.
Gumshoe:
Roger that, sir!
Hey, mister! Just a minute, I'm beggin' ya!
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What's this?)
???:
Mister! Yer the prosecutor in charge 'round these parts, right? Can I ask you a little somethin' real quick?
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid I must refrain from commenting for now. Let's go, Detective!
???:
Hey! Wait! Mr. Prosecutor!
Gumshoe:
H-Hold on, Mr. Edgeworth! Wait for me, sir!
Edgeworth:
Now then, Detective. Care to fill me in on the details?
Gumshoe:
Basically, the whole thing happened here, in Gourd Lake Park. There was a big welcoming event for the president of the Republic of Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
(The president of Zheng Fa, Di-Jun Huang... As I recall, newspapers and news programs were making quite a deal over his visit.)
Newspaper Article data jotted down in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
It rained a bit, but it stopped just before his plane landed... He came out, and all of a sudden, in the middle of his speech... BANG! A gunshot! ...At least, I think it was.
Edgeworth:
You think?
Gumshoe:
Truth is, I just got here as well, so I don't know all the details, sir...
Edgeworth:
So you were also called here on short notice?
Gumshoe:
Yup... And today was supposed to be my day off!
Edgeworth:
And I was supposed to be at the High Prosecutor's Office, preparing a case for trial...
Gumshoe:
The chief prosecutor asked for you personally, sir!
Edgeworth:
The chief prosecutor?
Gumshoe:
The chief prosecutor was taking part in the welcoming event. Apparently, the chief called out right after the incident occurred. "Call Prosecutor Edgeworth! He's the only one who can solve this case!" ...He said.
Edgeworth:
I see... So that's what happened.
Gumshoe:
After the incident, we sealed off the park right away.
Edgeworth:
Which means the assassin is still in the park...
Gumshoe:
An assassin in this crowd... This could get dangerous, sir!
Edgeworth:
If there is another incident, these civilians could get in harm's way. This is a race against time. Let's begin the investigation. First...
Gumshoe:
...we investigate the crime scene and gather some information!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. (There's no mistaking it. The president was targeted with a gun (Shooting of the President - Even under such tight security, the president was fired at during the speech.). ...Hmm. This is something I'll have to keep in mind.) Detective Gumshoe! Where was security at the time of the gunfire?
Gumshoe:
The police were only in charge of guarding the park's perimeter. The president was being protected by his own personal bodyguards. It's those guys over there... Why don't you try talking to them, sir?
Edgeworth:
(To talk to someone, press the A Button while standing near them.)
Bodyguards
Leads to:
"What do you want?"
Burst balloon
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! The bodyguards are in front of the airplane!
Edgeworth:
Yes... I know. (Press the A Button to talk with the bodyguards in front of the airplane.)
Wrong ways
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! The bodyguards aren't over there!
Edgeworth:
Yes... I know. (Press the A Button to talk with the bodyguards in front of the airplane.)
Bodyguard:
What do you want?
Edgeworth:
You are the president's bodyguards, correct? What was the president's security detail like during the speech?
Bodyguard:
The president had his two best men by his side. The rest were stationed near the stage area. We are professionals. We constantly kept our eyes on the crowd, scanning for any signs of suspicious activity.
Edgeworth:
I see... In other words, security was flawless during the president's speech (Security during the speech - Security was flawless. Any suspicious people would've been noticed.). Let's keep going. We should talk to other people and examine anything suspicious... ...in order to collect the remaining pieces of information from the scene of the crime. ...Hm?
???:
I see! So that's how ya round up yer info. So, whaddaya do with all that info after it's squared away?
Edgeworth:
(Someone in the crowd is making quite a ruckus, but I don't have time for that now.)
???:
Heeey, Mr. Prosecutooor! Tell me how! Please!
Gumshoe:
After gathering some pieces of information, you try to find the connections between them.
Edgeworth:
Detective!
???:
Hey now, don't be such a stick-in-the-mud! What's this about findin' connections?
Gumshoe:
You connect the two pieces of information that share a link. That's Mr. Edgeworth's specialty. It's called Logic, pal!
Edgeworth:
(Press the L Button to use Logic, and the X Button to connect my thoughts... I should start by pressing the L Button to use Logic.)
Connect "Shooting of the President" and "Security during the speech"
Leads to:
"Someone was able to fire a gun under flawless security."
Edgeworth:
Someone was able to fire a gun under flawless security. And they were able to avoid being spotted by professional bodyguards... This is no easy task. There had to be a certain amount of preparation beforehand. It's very likely that the president's assassination (Assassination attempt - The president was targeted during his speech. This was likely a premeditated crime.) was a premeditated crime.
Gumshoe:
I expected nothing less from Mr. Edgeworth. What brilliant Logic, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... When you follow the facts and finds a connection, you will begin to see the truth. (However... If the information doesn't line up properly, I may stray farther from the truth. But if I think carefully before piecing the leads together, the Logic should flow.)
Begin Investigation
Gourd Lake ParkStage
Gumshoe:
OK! Let's start by examining everything we can!
Edgeworth:
(To Examine, I approach anything that looks suspicious and press the A Button. And if I want to consult with Gumshoe, I press the Y Button.)
Logic
"Ruptured Balloon" and "Flag with a bullet hole"
Leads to:
"As a result of the gunshots, there is a bullet hole in a flag and a ruptured balloon..."
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Notice anything?
Gumshoe:
The rain... it stopped, sir. It was pouring right up until the president arrived. Even the mist after the rain has cleared up.
Edgeworth:
Were you looking forward to the rain?
Gumshoe:
I planned to go fishing at the lake. Rain gives you a better chance at a big catch, sir.
Edgeworth:
During the president's welcoming event, all regular activities in the park were prohibited.
Gumshoe:
It's not a "regular" activity! There's no activity more special to me than fishing in the lake!
Edgeworth:
...Detective Gumshoe. No court of law would recognize that as a "special" activity. (Even in the midst of such a momentous case, the detective is still his usual self.)
The investigation
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. I assume you understand how to conduct an investigation?
Gumshoe:
Of course, sir! The basis of any good investigation is collecting information! Examine suspicious objects! Talk to suspicious people!
Edgeworth:
(Press the A Button to Examine objects and Talk to people...)
Gumshoe:
Also, each person may have something different to say about the evidence you've collected. You can Present evidence from your Organizer to the people you're talking to, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Press the R Button to go over the evidence that I've collected in my Organizer... And press the X Button when talking with someone to Present evidence to them.)
Gumshoe:
I've been with you for so long, Mr. Edgeworth. I've pretty much got most of basics down!
Edgeworth:
(...And that's pretty much why you still haven't been promoted, Detective...)
Gathering information (after obtain a Logic piece)
Edgeworth:
Gathering information will be the key to solving this case.
Gumshoe:
After you collect enough information, try to find connections between them, sir! Connect the pieces of information that share a link.
Edgeworth:
Yes, that's right. We'll use Logic to pursue the truth. (Press the L Button to look over the information I've collected... Then press the X Button to connect two pieces of information that share a link.)
Gumshoe:
Alright! I'm looking forward to witnessing some of your amazing Logic today, sir!
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Gumshoe:
Such a tiny object. I'm surprised you don't lose it.
Edgeworth:
It is an identification badge for us prosecutors, after all.
Gumshoe:
I see... It must be tough. If it were me, I'd definitely lose it, sir! I'm always losing my police badge.
Edgeworth:
...Having such a talent for losing things must be tough.
Steel Samurai Balloon
Gumshoe:
With so many spin-offs in the Steel Samurai series, it's hard to keep track of all the characters.
Edgeworth:
The ruptured balloon was made to resemble the original Steel Samurai. Everyone should know that much, at least.
Gumshoe:
I didn't know that, sir. Besides, they all have two eyes, one nose, and one mouth.
Edgeworth:
Every human has those exact same attributes as well.
Gumshoe:
Humans don't have silver skin, though.
Edgeworth:
(I don't even know how to respond to him anymore.)
Anything else
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha! Mr. Edgeworth, you're such a joker! Even if you show that to me, I still have no idea what it is, sir!
Edgeworth:
(He proclaimed that quite proudly...)
Red balloon
Edgeworth:
An apple-red balloon is floating in the soft breese coming off from the lake.
Gumshoe:
When I was a kid, I used to send letters by balloon. That's when you tie a letter on a balloon and let it float away, hoping you'll find a pen pal.
Edgeworth:
That's an interesting method of communication. Did you acquire any pen pals?
Gumshoe:
Actually... I never found one. I don't even know if my balloons made it out of my backyard, sir.
Edgeworth:
They didn't even get that far!?
Forensics
Edgeworth:
Have you found any races of the assassin?
Forensics:
Nope! None at all, sir! No fingerprints or footprints of any kind! It's because everyone's touching everything and walking wherever they want!
Edgeworth:
Detective, don't you think that was a bit out of line...?
Gumshoe:
I-I agree, sir! I'll report it and see that it shows up on his next salary assessment!
Forensics taking pictures
Edgeworth:
What is he taking pictures of?
Forensics:
"The Hammer of Justice shall be brought down upon all evil!
Gumshoe:
It looks like he's reading the speech notes on the floor, sir.
Forensics:
"Guide to Public Speaking 3: Speak slowly and yell loudly with confidence", it says. I see, so that's how it's done. I guess I'll take another photo!
Edgeworth:
(I have an "objection" to his behavior at work.)
Speech stand
Edgeworth:
A gun was fired during the president's speech.
Gumshoe:
I remember when I had to give a speech in grade school. What an awful day! Right in the middle of my speech, an earthquake broke out and shook the classroom, sir.
Edgeworth:
That really is awful... (I don't do well with earthquakes, myself.)
Gumshoe:
Huh? Are you listening to me? You're ignoring me, aren't you, sir...?
Woman
???:
Ah, Mr. Prosecutor! How's this here investigation comin' along?
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. It's that woman from before...) I cannot disclose any details concerning the investigation to the general public.
???:
Aww... Help a gal out here, Mr. Prosecutor! *sigh*... At this rate, I ain't never gonna face my mentor, Lotta.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? That name just now sounded familiar... ...It's probably just my imagination.)
Bodyguards
Edgeworth:
What's the president's condition?
Bodyguard:
...We cannot divulge that information to anyone of this country.
Gumshoe:
Hey, don't say that! We want to investigate the plane too, pal!
Bodyguard:
No one shall pass!
Gumshoe:
Ohh... I don't think they trust the police here at all.
Edgeworth:
(This could develop into an international incident... Time is of the essence. We have no choice but to find the assassin!)
Burst balloon
Edgeworth:
This is...!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I was surprised too. No matter how you look at it, it's definitely...
Edgeworth:
...the Steel Samurai. (The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo. A hero from a popular TV program. Popular with both children and adults, it has broad appeal.)
Gumshoe:
Why would they use a Steel Samurai balloon at the welcoming event, sir?
Edgeworth:
Perhaps he was chosen as the hero to represent our country.
Before examining flag and Steel Samurai
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining flag and Steel Samurai
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Flower
Edgeworth:
These flowers were delivered from a foreign country. I don't even know their names.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... My favorite flowers are roses and carnations. Because when I see roses, I think of weddings. And when I see carnations, I think of birthday parties.
Edgeworth:
...You're probably just thinking about all of the cake you're allowed to eat.
Gumshoe:
P-Please don't be so blunt about it, sir!
Flag
Edgeworth:
It's the flag of the Republic of Zheng Fa. Its symbol appears to be a phoenix motif. Hm! This is...
Gumshoe:
What is it, sir?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you noticed? There is an unusual spot on this flag... Compare it to the flag on the opposite side of the stage.
Gumshoe:
Hmm... There isn't a speck of dirt on it. This flag is spotless, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes... That is what the flag is supposed to look like. However, there is one spot on this flag that is out of place.
Gumshoe:
Wh-Where is it, sir? Please explain it so I can understand!
Edgeworth:
(...What a helpless man. I suppose I should point it out to him. Move the cursor to the unusual spot on the flag and press the X Button to Present it.)
Present hole
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"There is an unusual hole in this flag."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
...? I don't see an unusual spot anywhere at all, sir...
Edgeworth:
Nngh... Sorry. It seems I made a mistake. (I should take a closer look at these two flags. There should be one spot that is different from the original flag...!)
Leads back to:
"(Move the cursor to the unusual spot on the flag and press the X Button to Present it.)"
Edgeworth:
There is an unusual hole in this flag.
Gumshoe:
Ah! You're right!
Edgeworth:
Judging from the burn marks around the hole... it appears to be a bullet hole.
Gumshoe:
A bullet hole (Flag with a bullet hole - Decorated the right side of the stage. Has a bullet hole.)? Then the bullet from the gun must've gone through the flag!
Flag (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
It's the flag of the Republic of Zheng Fa. Its symbol appears to be a phoenix motif. Hm! This is...
Gumshoe:
What is it, sir?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you noticed? There is an unusual spot on this flag...
Gumshoe:
I-It... looks like the flag is made out of some real expensive material. It's even nicer than the curtains in your office, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What kind of comparison is that? My curtains have nothing to do with this. I am not interested in such trivial matters. Compare it to the flag on the opposite side of the stage.
Gumshoe:
...Ah!
Edgeworth:
There is an unusual hole in this flag. Judging from the burn marks around the hole... it appears to be a bullet hole.
Gumshoe:
A bullet hole? Then the bullet from the gun must've gone through the flag!
Steel Samurai
Gumshoe:
Poor Steel Samurai balloon. It looks so miserable.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. What did it to deserve such a fate?
Gumshoe:
According to witnesses, a gunshot was heard when the balloon popped.
Edgeworth:
(Did a bullet from the gun (Ruptured balloon - Burst at the time of the gunshot. Was it hit by the bullet?) hit the Steel Samurai balloon?)
Gumshoe:
Maybe it was an assassination attempt on the Steel Samurai!
Edgeworth:
(To desecrate the Steel Samurai like this... This is a serious crime.) ...Detective. We must not let this reprehensible assassin get away with this.
Gumshoe:
Of course, sir!
Steel Samurai Balloon data jotted down in my Organizer.
(Examining flag and Steel Samurai leads to:)
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, I seem to have gathered a few pieces of pertinent information. Now to calmly use some Logic and figure out if any of them are connected to each other.)
Edgeworth:
As a result of the gunshots, there is a bullet hole in a flag and a ruptured balloon...
Gumshoe:
That must mean two shots were fired, sir!
Edgeworth:
If we include the shot that hit the president, it's possible that three shots were fired in total. No, it's also possible that the flag and the balloon were punctured by the same bullet. If only we could be certain about the number of gunshots...
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
Now then, let's continue the investigation... Hm?
???:
Heeey, Mr. Prosecutooor! If ya find anythin' new, could ya please lemme know?
Edgeworth:
...I've been wondering for a while now, but who exactly is that woman?
Gumshoe:
I thought she was just a nosy onlooker, but it looks like she's investigating, too.
???:
Heeey! Please, I'm beggin' ya!
Edgeworth:
...... In order to figure out how many shots were fired, we'll need to talk to a witness... ...It can't be helped. Let's try talking to her.
Nicole:
Ah! Mr. Prosecutor! The name's Nicole Swift! Jus' between you and me, this case is gonna be my exclusive scoop.
Edgeworth:
(Exclusive...?) Ms. Swift, is it? Could you tell me what you witnessed during...
Nicole:
So how's yer investigation comin' along?
Edgeworth:
......
Nicole:
Y'all got a suspect yet? Where'd ya get that frilly doohickey 'round yer neck?
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Could you please stop talking for a moment? I will be the one asking the questions.
Nicole:
What is this, an interrogation? I reckoned I was gonna get myself an interview...
Edgeworth:
I'd like to know how many gunshots were fired. Can you please tell me what you saw?
Nicole:
Weeeeell... I guess... I ain't tellin' ya nuthin'.
Edgeworth:
What?
Nicole:
My life depends on info. I ain't givin' it up that easily!
Gumshoe:
Don't be selfish, pal... Won't you please cooperate with us?
Nicole:
...Selfish? If ya ain't gonna share no info with me, then I'mma go get it from elsewhere.
Gumshoe:
W-Wait a minute, pal!
Nicole:
If I wait, are ya gonna gimme what I want? If not... Adiós amigos!
Gumshoe:
...She won't budge. We're at a stalemate here.
Edgeworth:
"A stalemate"... I wonder about that.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean, sir?
Edgeworth:
As you know, chess is one of my hobbies. How does one go on the offensive against a defensive opponent...? There are many tactics available on the chessboard.
Gumshoe:
R-Really? I don't know much about chess. I prefer checkers...
Edgeworth:
Even if it appears to be a flawless defense... There is always an opening. Observe, as I break down her defense with my words...!
Edgeworth:
In order to get her to talk, I'll need to use the right strategy. Using the image of a chess game, I need to stay one step ahead of my opponent...!
Edgeworth:
Now then... Let's analyze the situation.
Nicole:
Until ya gimme some info, my trap's sealed shut!
2 CHESS PIECES
Edgeworth:
(She has her guard up... So this is her defensive strategy. If I waste too much time, she may grow impatient. I need to pay attention to the time limit...) I must not be careless with my words. When my opponent becomes agitated or aggressive...
Nicole:
I told ya I ain't talkin'! Yer stubborn as a mule!
Edgeworth:
(For example, during times like this I should calmly wait and see how things play out.) The moment my opponent shows an opening I'll be able to strike. First, I should ask about her identity. Now... let us begin!
Begin Logic Chess
Your occupation...?
Leads to:
"First, could you tell me your occupation?"
Edgeworth:
First, could you tell me your occupation?
Nicole:
No way. If I told ya, then ya might get the wrong idea.
Edgeworth:
The wrong idea...? In other words, it's a job that you cannot tell others about?
Nicole:
I-I never said that! I ain't some kinda suspicious person!
You look suspicious to me!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Nicole:
Huh? What's goin' on with ya? I don't get what yer sayin' at all.
Edgeworth:
(A-Argh... That was a needless statement.) When the opponent is agitated, I must calmly wait and see... But when they let their guard down, I mustn't hesitate to strike!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Nicole:
I'm just yer run-of-the-mill model citizen.
Edgeworth:
Please excuse my rudeness. I did not mean to offend you. I may not know the details of your job, but I'm sure that it is a reputable one.
Nicole:
Eh? W-Well... Y-Ya might be givin' me too much credit, there. I ain't even done any major articles yet...
An article writing job?
Leads to:
"Heh..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Nicole:
C'mon, man! If yer gonna clam up, I'm outta here!
Edgeworth:
(Mmph... It seems I should have been more a bit more decisive there...) When the opponent is agitated, I must calmly wait and see... But when they let their guard down, I mustn't hesitate to strike!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Heh... I heard you mention "articles" just now... Does your job involve writing articles by any chance?
1 PIECE BROKEN
Nicole:
D-Dangnabbiiiit! ...Th-That's right. I'm an investigative reporter! A bona fide-up-and-comin' news journalist!
Edgeworth:
I see... A reporter. She may already have some information about the case. This will be my next line of questioning. ...This is where the real battle begins. I'll need to draw out even more information from her.
Content of your coverage?
Edgeworth:
You said that you are a reporter, Did you come here to gather news material?
Nicole:
If ya wanna know that bad... Gimme some info first!
Edgeworth:
No, you first! Show me what you've gathered.
Nicole:
Honest to Besty, I don't know what yer talkin' about.
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
........ I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning... Maybe I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"(Let me try using that clue.)"
Did you witness the incident?
Edgeworth:
Were you present at the time the incident occurred?
Nicole:
...Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. How 'bout somma that info ya promised me?
Edgeworth:
No, ladies first. I insist.
Nicole:
I told ya, my trap's sealed shut! You ain't gettin' my info that easily!
Talk or I'll arrest you!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Nicole:
Huh? What's goin' on with ya? I don't get what yer sayin' at all.
Edgeworth:
(A-Argh... That was a needless statement.) When the opponent is agitated, I must calmly wait and see... But when they let their guard down, I mustn't hesitate to strike!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........"
Edgeworth:
........
Nicole:
This is my livelihood here... Please, I'm beggin' ya.
Edgeworth:
If you stick your head in too deep, you may putting yourself in danger.
Nicole:
...I-I'm a pro after all. A few gunshots... don't scare me.
You heard gunshots?
Leads to:
"...Heh."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Nicole:
C'mon, man! If yer gonna clam up, I'm outta here!
Edgeworth:
(Mmph... It seems I should have been more a bit more decisive there...) When the opponent is agitated, I must calmly wait and see... But when they let their guard down, I mustn't hesitate to strike!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
...Heh. I'll admit, you're dedicated to your job. However, you still have much to learn. The fact that you heard the gunshots clearly means that you were present during the incident. You must have seen something!
Nicole:
...B-Busted again. I jus' happened to be here coverin' the speech, and that's when it all went south... That's all, I swear. I ain't sayin' another word!
Edgeworth:
(So she was here to write an article about the speech... She should still have the materials she gathered for her article. Hmm... This could be a useful clue.)
Leads back to first
Did you witness the incident? (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
(Let me try using that clue.)
You must still have the materials!
Leads to:
"Are you telling me that you came here to gather material and you left empty-handed?"
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Nicole:
C'mon, man! If yer gonna clam up, I'm outta here!
Edgeworth:
(Mmph... It seems I should have been more a bit more decisive there...) When the opponent is agitated, I must calmly wait and see... But when they let their guard down, I mustn't hesitate to strike!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Are you telling me that you came here to gather material and you left empty-handed? You should still have materials you collected with you!
Nicole:
...Th-That's... Darn tootin'! I'm a pro! I collect info with my own two feet! That's why I ain't givin' it up without a fight!
Edgeworth:
As the prosecutor in charge of this case, I am making a serious plea for your cooperation...
Nicole:
Don't you mess with me! I ain't handin' it over and that's final!
I am just messing with you!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but I am just messing with you. Do you have a problem with that?
Nicole:
Wh-What!? If yer messin' with me yer gonna be in a world of hurt! I won't give ya nuthin' no matter how much ya beg me!!
Edgeworth:
(...I went too far. I mustn't be careless with my words.) When the opponent is agitated, I must calmly wait and see... But when they let their guard down, I mustn't hesitate to strike!
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"........"
Edgeworth:
........
Nicole:
Please understand where I'm comin' from, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Being a reporter is a tough job... isn't it?
Nicole:
Ah, so yer finally gettin' it?
Edgeworth:
How has your job performance been?
Nicole:
Um. W-Well... I'm always tryin' to be the best reporter I can be. This here tape recorder... I always carry it by my side.
I'm not interested in that!
Edgeworth:
You were too careless... There is a big problem with your statement just now!
Nicole:
Huh? What's goin' on with ya? I don't get what yer sayin' at all.
Edgeworth:
(A-Argh... That was a needless statement.) When the opponent is agitated, I must calmly wait and see... But when they let their guard down, I mustn't hesitate to strike!
Leads back to first
Let me listen to the tape!
Leads to:
"I see..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Nicole:
C'mon, man! If yer gonna clam up, I'm outta here!
Edgeworth:
(Mmph... It seems I should have been more a bit more decisive there...) When the opponent is agitated, I must calmly wait and see... But when they let their guard down, I mustn't hesitate to strike!
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
I see... If you're trying to be the best reporter that you can be... ...then it would be unnatural for you to not have collected any news materials. You recorded it on your tape recorder, didn't you? The information regarding this case...!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Nicole:
Ugh! Doggone iiiiiit! There goes my exclusive scoop...! That's right... I have it on my tape recorder. All the information I recorded for my article is right here...
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Checkmate.
Logic Chess Complete
Nicole:
Th-That's amazing, Mr. Prosecutor... Before I knew it, ya done had me chatterin' like a chipmunk.
Edgeworth:
Let me hear what you have on the tape recorder... (If I listen to the tape, I should be able to determine the exact number of gunshots...)
Nicole:
Fine. But... I won't let ya have it for free. Other than my mentor, yer the only person to push me this far... In other words, yer gonna be my second mentor! Yup, that's how it's gonna be!
Gumshoe:
I see... it's kind of like a "second home", sir!
Nicole:
And I got one more request... A 24-hour exclusive interview! Please, Mr. Prosecutor! This is my first and final request as yer apprentice!
Edgeworth:
(...This is difficult to accept, but unless I agree to it I won't be able to listen to the tape.) 24 hours is out of the question, but I will grant you an interview after we solve this case.
Nicole:
...Wh-What about bein' my second mentor?
Edgeworth:
Also out of the question.
Nicole:
Awww... Don't be so ornery... W-Well, I guess ya take what ya get. It's all for the sake of my news scoop. Time to get the ball rollin'! Let's begin our exclusive coverage!
Edgeworth:
Well then, Ms. Swift... Please begin the playback of the tape recorder for me.
...*CLICK*... ...*vrrrr*...
Huang:
My dear friends! There is a reason for my visit! A few days ago, a smuggling ring that has long plagued my nation was exposed and crushed!
Edgeworth:
I see... This was the president's speech.
...*CLICK*... ...*vrrrr*...
???:
The president passionately addresses the crowd! He's deflatin' the rumors flyin' 'round about a recent decline in his approval ratings!
Nicole:
This was my own commentary. I tried to create the feelin' of actually bein' there.
Edgeworth:
...Hm?
???:
...According to the schedule, there's a meeting after this...? You seem quite pleased that the Yatagarasu Incident has been resolved... Well, of course... It's a great honor for us as well.
Edgeworth:
Whose voice is this?
Nicole:
Those're from the folks standin' in front of me. I reckon it was two older men. They kept on whisperin' to each other.
Edgeworth:
(Where have I heard this voice before?)
Nicole:
Oh! The gunshot's comin' up!
...*CLICK*... ...*vrrrr*...
Nicole:
The president raises his fist in the air! The atmosphere is boilin' to a fever pitch!
Huang:
However, The battle is still not over! I declare here, and now! The Hammer of Justice shall be brought down upon all evil!
Nicole:
Wh-What in tarnation!? Whoa whoa whoa whoa!
...*click*...
Nicole's Tape Recorder data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
It seems that... two shots were fired.
Nicole:
And what do ya reckon?
Edgeworth:
It's quite simple, really. Using the bullet's trajectory... we can deduce its flight path. Two shots were fired. One bullet hit the president. That means the other shot left a hole in the flag and punctured the balloon. Do you understand now? The location of the perpetrator who fired the gun... The bullet that stuck both the flag and the balloon was fired from here!
Present left side of audience area
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"By connecting the bullet marks from the flag and the balloon... ...we learn the bullet's trajectory."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Over here. That's right, the perpetrator definitely fired his gun from here!
Nicole:
Um... Would them bullets really hit their mark from there?
Gumshoe:
It's Mr. Edgeworth we're talking about here, pal! I'm sure he has amazing Logic to back it up! And when it's all said and done, he'll show you another one of his brilliant deductions! I'm looking forward to it myself! Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! ...Do your thing!
Edgeworth:
W-Wait a second... Let me think. Hm...
Nicole:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor, don't push yerself too hard, now.
Edgeworth:
...Argh! (Th-This isn't the right spot... Two shots were fired, I'm certain of it. If I follow the direct path of the bullets... The point where the two paths cross will reveal the location of the shooter!)
Leads back to:
"The bullet that stuck both the flag and the balloon was fired from here!"
Edgeworth:
By connecting the bullet marks from the flag and the balloon... ...we learn the bullet's trajectory. It's likely that the bullet was fired from the left side of the audience area.
Bullet's Trajectory data jotted down in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
Just what I'd expect from Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. I would like to investigate the left side of the audience area.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir... Wait, you mean we have to move all these people?
Edgeworth:
Yes. There's no time. We could be losing vital evidence for every second we let slip by. We must hurry!
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes sir!
Nicole:
Mentor Number 2! ...Hey, Mentor Number 2!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. I assume you are addressing me?
Nicole:
Of course, Mentor Number 2. This is my time to shine! I'm an expert at crowd dispersal! Light the torches, release the hounds, and run 'em down!
Edgeworth:
...I appreciate your help, but please do not use those methods. Also, please stop addressing me as your mentor. I never agreed to that position.
Nicole:
I hear ya. I'll try to keep that in mind, Mentor... I mean Mr. Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh*...)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! We're ready to begin the investigation, sir! Ms. Swift here was all over the crowd helping us round 'em up, sir!
Nicole:
Heh, this ain't nothin' compared to my first mentor's mob wrangling skills!
Edgeworth:
(She seems to be used to this sort of thing...) However, Ms. Swift. All that running around seems to have caused your clothes... ...to be covered with mud. I'll take care of the cleaning bill, if you like.
Nicole:
Eh? Oh. Yer talkin' about my parka? Don't you worry yer fancy lil' head about it! It's reversible, so I can just flip it 'round later and it's good as new!
Edgeworth:
(...That won't do much for mud stains, though.)
Gumshoe:
...Well, Mr. Edgeworth. Let's restart the investigation, sir!
Edgeworth:
(The crowd has made a mess of the crime scene... I hope some traces of the criminal are still left behind...)
Begin Investigation
Gourd Lake ParkAudience Area
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Notice anything?
Gumshoe:
These camera flashes have been blinding me all day, sir. The media and even these onlookers have been in a photo frenzy.
Edgeworth:
This is a rare event for them. Just let them be.
Gumshoe:
But they're clearly taking pictures of you and me, Mr. Edgeworth. This is a violation of our publicity rights! I'm going to do something about it!
Edgeworth:
(Before I could stop him, he had already run off... ...Searching for cameras that took pictures of him and making the crowd angry in the process. This is a man who truly never betrays your expectations.)
The organizer
Gumshoe:
You can press the L Button to look over information that you've collected so far, sir. By the way, Mr. Edgeworth, do you still remember my name?
Edgeworth:
Of course I do. What are you talking about?
Gumshoe:
Evidence and people related to the case are recorded in the Organizer, sir. You can also use MY profile to refresh your memory of me, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm. I'll try it out later by pressing the R Button.)
The evidence
Gumshoe:
There's no point in just holding on to the evidence, sir.
Edgeworth:
Evidence should be presented. ...Obviously.
Gumshoe:
That's why each piece of evidence needs to be examined in greater detail, sir. Front to back, side to side, corner to corner! Near, far, wherever you are! You have to put the evidence through the wringer!
Edgeworth:
I agree with everything except that last statement. You'll risk damaging the evidence.
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha! That's just a figure of speech. I wouldn't literally put the evidence through a wringer!
Edgeworth:
(You can never tell with this man.)
Signpost
Edgeworth:
It's a wooden signpost. It seems to have been erected recently.
Gumshoe:
Let's see... the Gourdy Museum is about 50 yards ahead. And 80 yards from here...
Edgeworth:
What is it, Detective? Speak up.
Gumshoe:
...80 yards from here, there's a boat rental shop.
Edgeworth:
(It really hasn't been very long since I was involved in that case...) That brings back memories, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir. ...It brings back memories for me, too.
Grey-suited man
???:
This is a terrible incident indeed, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...... (Who is this man again?)
Payne:
I, Winston Payne, am willing to assist as a prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(H-He's a prosecutor...?) Why did you come here today?
Payne:
Hee, hee, hee, hee. I accompanied the chief prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? His voice sounds like the one that I heard on the tape earlier... Was he one of the men standing in front of Ms. Swift?) And where is the chief now?
Payne:
The chief is a busy man. He had special permission to leave the premises.
Edgeworth:
(The chief called me here, and then left by himself... I'm not completely satisfied with this.)
Rubbish bin
Nicole:
Y'all need to go through the garbage? You prosecutors got a tough job.
Edgeworth:
...Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
Right away, sir!
Nicole:
So it's the detective's job to go through the trash. Prosecutors don't wanna dirty their hands.
Gumshoe:
Hmm. Let's see... I hope I find something good!
Edgeworth:
(The detective seems to be a little too eager about searching through the trash...)
Gumshoe:
Th-This is...! A winning popsicle stick!
Edgeworth:
Detective!
Gumshoe:
S-Sorry, sir! Let's see... Something related to the case... Hm? Look what I found, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Good work. Let's have a closer look. I'll need to view this object from various angles to uncover the truth hidden within.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Just give me the word and I'll spin the evidence round and round.
Edgeworth:
(Hold the R Button and use the D-Pad to rotate the object to a desired viewing angle.)
Gumshoe:
If you want to zoom in or zoom out, I'll move the evidence for you, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Press the X Button to zoom in, and the Y Button to zoom out. Investigate every fine detail.)
Gumshoe:
If you find something suspicious, please let us know immediately, sir!
Edgeworth:
(...Move the cursor to a spot of interest and press the X Button to investigate it.) Alright. Let's give it a try.
Examine clasp
Leads to:
"It's a document of some sort...?"
Edgeworth:
It's a document of some sort...?
Gumshoe:
Let's see... "President's Security Detail"...? These are the plans for the president's security, sir!
Edgeworth:
(It depicts the security layout.)
Gumshoe:
The bodyguards' names are written on here, too! Rooke and Knightley...
Edgeworth:
Hm? The bodyguards are not from the Republic of Zheng Fa?
Nicole:
It seems that the president hired a local security firm.
Edgeworth:
Why didn't he use the police force of Zheng Fa?
Nicole:
Ya wanna know the reason? That's another big scoop!
Edgeworth:
Do you know something about it?
Nicole:
I was just at the Zheng Fa embassy the other day, fixin' to get me some news material. That's when I heard... It sounds like the president's got plenty of enemies. He also don't get along too well with the top brass of the Zheng Fa police.
Edgeworth:
I see. He doesn't even trust the people of his own country. (This could be related to the assassination attempt.)
Security Plans data jotted down in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
But why would this document be in the bag?
Edgeworth:
...That is strange indeed. It concerns the safety of the president. Normally, it would be under tight security...
Gumshoe:
Hm? This bag... There's something else in it, sir!
Edgeworth:
Th-This is...!
Gumshoe:
It's a g-gun, sir! Mr. Edgeworth! Could this bag have belonged to the...
Edgeworth:
Indeed. It is possible that the assassin may have thrown it away. (It's a revolver (Six-shot revolver - Found in the trash near the audience area. A gun that is prohibited in this country.). For something like this to appear in a place like this... Is this the work of a professional assassin?)
Gumshoe:
He must've used that document to carry out the crime, sir!
Edgeworth:
This revolver... I will need to take a closer look at it.
Laser pointer
Edgeworth:
This is... a laser pointer.
Gumshoe:
It's an implement you attach to a gun to help you aim with a laser, sir! Just press here and... It's firing a red laser, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Did the assassin use this laser pointer (Laser pointer - A device that aims with a red laser. Found attached to the assassination gun.) to target the president?)
Laser pointer (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
This is... a laser pointer.
Gumshoe:
It's an implement you attach to a gun to help you aim with a laser, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hm. Even though it does make it easier to aim... The drawback is that you're more easily detected.
Gumshoe:
But, if you were the target, you probably wouldn't detect a thing, sir!
Edgeworth:
Because I'm wearing red... Is that what you're saying...?
Gumshoe:
Eh? H-How did you know, sir!
Chamber
Edgeworth:
This gun fired two bullets? That matches the number of gunshots heard...
Gumshoe:
This must be the murder weapon, sir!
Grip
Edgeworth:
This would be the grip. I've held the grip of several guns in the past, but... ...it's never been a very pleasant feeling.
(Examining laser pointer and chamber leads to:)
Revolver data jotted down in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
This bag has provided us with lots of useful evidence! Dumpster diving really paid off, sir!
Edgeworth:
Good work, Detective. I have one more request. Please tell the forensics team to check the gun and the bag for fingerprints.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
(If we can obtain fingerprints, it would be a huge breakthrough in our investigation.)
Gumshoe:
I've got the results back, sir!
Edgeworth:
Th-That was fast...
Gumshoe:
Of course! I made them double-time it. Unfortunately, we couldn't find any fingerprints, sir.
Edgeworth:
Are you certain you did a thorough search?
Gumshoe:
Of course, we combed every inch! We even took out the bullets and examined them, sir!
Edgeworth:
(As expected, this won't be easy.)
Rubbish bin (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
This is the trash can where we found the bag that contained the gun.
Gumshoe:
That gun... I wonder if it was thrown away by the assassin. I'm impressed that the assassin properly disposed of his trash in the trash can, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Why are you becoming impressed with the assassin...?)
Van
Edgeworth:
It is a news van for the local media. The tires are stuck in the mud.
Gumshoe:
That reminds me of the time when I helped push your car out of the mud, sir. You just drove off and left me behind. I was totally bummed out.
Edgeworth:
(N-Now that he mentions it, I do seem to recall something like that happening...)
Gumshoe:
But 15 minutes later, you did a U-turn and came back to pick me up! As expected of Mr. Edgeworth! I knew that you wouldn't forget about me, sir!
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes. Of course not. (Except for those 15 minutes... Of course.)
TV Cameraman
TV Crew:
Oh no, the lens is cracked... What should I do... How can I fix this? The circuitry is completely exposed, and there's a crackling noise coming from inside. It's like one of those sparkler fireworks. It'd probably be best not to touch it...
Gumshoe:
You should never touch fireworks! Don't make the same mistake I did, pal!
Edgeworth:
He sure asserted that quite strongly... (This man seems distracted. Looks like I'll have to ask him later.)
TV Cameraman (after examining grey-suited man and rubbish bin)
Leads to:
"You are with the television crew, are you not?"
Nicole Swift
About the case
Edgeworth:
Did you come here to cover the welcoming event?
Nicole:
You betcha! I wouldn't have missed it for the world!
Edgeworth:
What time did the event start?
Nicole:
It started after the rain stopped pourin'. It'd been rainin' all mornin' long. The president's plane got here at 1:45 PM. Then, the president began his speech at around 2 PM.
Edgeworth:
When did the shooting occur?
Nicole:
Umm. I reckon it happened sometime around 2:20 PM.
Edgeworth:
So it occurred about 20 minutes after the speech began.
Nicole:
Yup! It was right then! The sound of gunshots ripped through the air! And the poor ol' president collapsed on stage! And that's what went down... on March 25th, 2:25 PM at Gourd Lake Park.
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What was that all of a sudden...?)
Nicole:
Oh. That? I was just recordin' some notes. It's for my report. If I think of somethin' good, I take note of it right away. It ain't often ya get the chance to cover a presidential assassination. Gotta make it dramatic and heart-wrenchin'! I'm gonna write me one action-packed article!
Edgeworth:
Did the president actually collapse on stage?
Gumshoe:
The bodyguards escorted him onto the plane, sir.
Nicole:
Ah. Y'all have ta pardon my embellishments. Sometimes I get a little carried away...
Edgeworth:
(It seems that it would be best if I took this woman's testimony with a grain of salt...)
Reporter
Nicole:
W-Well now... I guess ya could call me a reporter. It sure sounds different when somebody else calls ya that. Reporter Nicole Swift. Yup, it's got a nice ring to it.
Edgeworth:
...Just to be clear, you are an actual reporter, correct?
Nicole:
In trainin'.
Edgeworth:
Wha...!? Then how many articles have you written so far?
Nicole:
Oh, ya mean like actual published works? None at the moment.
Edgeworth:
Y-Yet... You still call yourself a reporter?
Nicole:
Well, this case is gonna put me in the spotlight. I done captured the whole entire speech perfectly! No bloopers at all! With this mic! And this tape recorder! I'm gonna be a shinin' star in the broadcast world, just like my mentor!
Mentor (after clearing "Reporter")
Nicole:
So Mr. Prosecutor, how do ya know my mentor?
Edgeworth:
You are the one who brought up the subject.
Nicole:
Umm... I may or may not have said somethin' like that...
Edgeworth:
As a reporter, you should take responsability for your words!
Nicole:
But my mentor always tells me... "A reporter should always leak information freely."
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What a public nuisance...)
Nicole:
She told me that when she gave me this here tape recorder. "Get out there and record all the scandalous scoops ya can get."
Edgeworth:
So you create smoke where there is no fire. I amazed you call yourself a reporter.
Nicole:
I don't start the fires. ...I just fan out the smoke. As far and wide as I can.
Edgeworth:
Isn't that what I just said!?
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Nicole:
This here's the famous...! Why ain'tcha wearin' it?
Edgeworth:
It's just not my custom.
Nicole:
I see them attorneys wearin' 'em all the time... Whaddaya have to say about that?
Edgeworth:
...No comment.
Nicole:
Hmm. The difference between public prosecutors and private attorneys becomes clear as day.
Edgeworth:
I'd appreciate it if you didn't fabricate such false comments!
Newspaper Article
Nicole:
I can't believe I got this scoop because of this here article. The newspaper sure is amazin'.
Edgeworth:
You came here because you read this article.
Nicole:
That's right! I started preparin' for this two days ago!
Edgeworth:
...So the news media gets its news from other outlets now?
Nicole:
Say what ya will, but I'm workin' my tail off here. Of course, it'd be a different story if Mr. Prosecutor would actually cooperate with me.
Edgeworth:
(What a shameless reporter.)
Nicole's Tape Recorder
Nicole:
Speakin' of which, you ain't given me my interview yet. Well, let's begin. What's yer favorite food, Mr. Prosecutor?
Gumshoe:
It's tea, pal. He even has his own original blend in the office.
Nicole:
Oh ho ho... Mr. Prosecutor's quite the bourgeois, huh?
Edgeworth:
...Who are you calling bourgeois? And why are you answering her questions, Detective?
Gumshoe:
It's alright, sir! I know pretty much all there is to know about you.
Nicole:
Ooh! What else can ya tell me?
Edgeworth:
(It's dangerous to leave these two alone...)
Security Plans
Nicole:
President Huang's got lots of enemies, both inside and outside his country. It ain't a question of whether or not someone would shoot him, but where someone'd shoot him.
Edgeworth:
...Don't tell me that you came here hoping for him to get shot?
Nicole:
O-Of course not! The president's an important person, right? So I reckoned if I came here, I'd get myself a little scoop!
Edgeworth:
Covering the president's visit isn't much of a scoop, is it?
Nicole:
Ooh... Ya just don't get it, Mr. Prosecutor.
Anything else
Nicole:
At that moment, the prosecutor presents his evidence! A faintly shinin'... shinin'... ...Umm. What'd ya just show me?
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Never mind. (Looks like she doesn't know anything about it.)
Examine evidence
Front side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
Back side of Prosecutor's Badge
Edgeworth:
Each Prosecutor's Badge is engraved with the number of its owner on the back. Hmph. Numbers. As if we're not human on the inside like everyone else!
Edgeworth:
You are with the television crew, are you not?
TV Crew:
Oh. Umm. That's right, but...
Edgeworth:
Then you must have recorded the speech. I'd like to see the footage.
TV Crew:
Y-Yeah, umm, about that. That will be difficult...
Gumshoe:
What was that, pal!? It's your duty as a citizen to cooperate with the investigation!
TV Crew:
After the incident, the guests knocked over the TV camera in the panic. All the footage was lost...
Edgeworth:
If there was any footage left, it could've been vital evidence...
Gumshoe:
Yeah. It's too bad, sir.
???:
Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What was that?
???:
Looks like you're in a jam, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
That voice! Kay!
Kay:
Long time no see, Mr. Edgeworth! The Hero of Justice... ...Kay Faraday, is here to save the day!
Edgeworth:
(Hero... I guess she wouldn't refer to herself as a heroine...) So, have you given up on this "Great Thief" business yet?
Kay:
Nope, I haven't stopped. I'm just on vacation! I'm still in training to become the second Yatagarasu!
Edgeworth:
About two weeks ago, this girl became involved in one of my cases. The mysterious phantom thief, the "Yatagarasu". The case of a gentleman thief who steals the truth for the sake of justice. This girl is the successor to that Great Thief.
Kay:
If you need to pick a lock or untie a rope, leave it to me! But... since I'm still in training, I haven't actually stolen anything yet.
Edgeworth:
Kay, what are you doing here?
Kay:
Isn't it obvious? I wanted to join in the festivities!
Edgeworth:
(She does seem to have a fondness for these kind of events...)
Kay:
Afterwards, I thought I'd come meet up with you guys.
Gumshoe:
Well, we're glad to see you! You look like you've been doing well, pal!
Kay:
It's been a while, Gummy! I'm glad you're well too!
Edgeworth:
Kay, you said earlier that you could help me out...?
Kay:
He he he. Please don't be surprised, Mr. Edgeworth. I took a photo that captures the exact moment of the crime!
Edgeworth:
I see... Could you show it to us at once?
Kay:
The same as usual, I see. Can't you act even a little surprised?
Nicole:
Yeah! That prosecutor's always in a sour mood. He even got annoyed when I called him my second mentor... Oh. By the way. I'm Nicole Swift, up n' comin' investigative reporter.
Kay:
Nice to meet you, Nicole! Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth's really...
Edgeworth:
Enough idle chatter. Can you please just show us the photo?
Kay:
Tsk. Fine! Here! This is a photo I took right at the moment of the gunshot! It was awful! Everyone in the audience was running in panic.
Edgeworth:
(This photo depicts the president and his two bodyguards. Judging from the names written on the security plan, these two must be Rooke and Knightley... Hm? What is this...?) ...Thank you, Kay. This will be a very important clue.
Nicole:
Oh! Ya got that sharp look in yer eyes! Did ya find somethin', Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
In this photo... There is a contradiction.
Nicole:
This photo...? I don't see nothin'...
Edgeworth:
If you don't understand, then I'll show you. (The scene captured in the photo and the evidence I have on hand... By comparing the two, I'll find the contradiction. It's time for my deductive skills to come into play. First, I have to find the spot that holds the contradiction...)
Move cursor over
Edgeworth:
(Once I've found the contradiction, I press the X Button with conviction!)
Deduce
Leads to:
"(Then, I Present the evidence that contradicts the spot!)"
Edgeworth:
(Then, I Present the evidence that contradicts the spot!)
Present Newspaper Article
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"Ms. Swift. This newspaper contains a photograph of the president."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This spot clearly contradicts the evidence!
Gumshoe:
I don't really see the connection, but...
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You still don't see? There's definitely a... contradiction.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth... when you're wrong, you should just admit it.
Edgeworth:
I-I couldn't have been wrong! Just wait, I'll show you proof! (First, I have to find the spot that holds the contradiction...)
Leads back to:
"(Then, I Present the evidence that contradicts the spot!)"
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. This newspaper contains a photograph of the president. I'd like you to compare it with the photo Kay took at the scene.
Nicole:
Hm? Whaddaya mean... ......Oh!
Edgeworth:
That's right... There's something on the president's forehead that wasn't there before.
Gumshoe:
Is that... a mole?
Kay:
Mm-hmm, it certainly looks like a red mole (Red mole - In the photo of the incident, a red dot can be seen on the president's forehead.).
Edgeworth:
That's foolish. It's hard to believe that a mole would pop out of thin air like that.
Gumshoe:
Maybe a bug bit him, sir!
Nicole:
That all? I thought you were onto somethin', turns out it's just an itty bitty bug bite. You were talkin' with such a serious look on yer face, I was gettin' all excited.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. The way to the truth... ...always begins with small contradictions.
Nicole:
Ooh! That's a great way of puttin' it! I'll be usin' that for my article!
Kay's Camera Data jotted down in my Organizer.
Logic
"Red mole" and "Laser pointer"
Leads to:
"I've solved the mystery of the red mole."
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Present
Assassin's Revolver
Gumshoe:
A revolver, huh. Hmm... It's a nice gun, sir.
Edgeworth:
Don't you also use a revolver, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Spinning the cylinder and blowing smoke from the barrel... It's every man's dream! Isn't that right, sir?
Edgeworth:
...You've been watching too many detective dramas.
Kay's Camera Data
Gumshoe:
I'm glad we could meet again. It's going to get lively around here once more, sir.
Edgeworth:
You're mistaking lively with noisy.
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha! You're such a shy guy, Mr. Edgeworth! It's OK, sir! Nobody will laugh if you say you're happy to see her again.
Edgeworth:
...It's not that I'm not happy. (It's a complicated feeling, in my ways.)
TV cameraman
Edgeworth:
Is there any way to recover the lost footage?
TV Crew:
Y-Yeah, umm, about that. That will be difficult...
Gumshoe:
Why's that, pal? Couldn't you just repair the footage piece-by-piece?
TV Crew:
But... the tape was crushed to pieces.
Edgeworth:
C-Crushed to pieces...
TV Crew:
That's right. The guests in the audience were stepping all over the tape! Argh! The director's gonna kill me!
Kay Faraday
Kay:
What's up?
Kay Faraday
Kay:
What do you think? Just like a real hero, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. A new truth has come to light thanks to you.
Kay:
I'm trying to live up to the reputation as the second generation Yatagarasu. ...Still, I hoped to show you more of what I learned from my training.
Edgeworth:
In regards to your training, please tell me you didn't...
Kay:
Don't worry! I didn't steal anything!
Great Thief
Kay:
I'll still taking a break from being a Great Thief.
Edgeworth:
That's... nice to hear.
Kay:
I want to hurry up and fight for the truth, just like my father. But I'm still in training... And I haven't found any members to join me yet.
Edgeworth:
(The Yatagarasu, huh... She said that she wanted to recruit some girls to join her.)
Kay:
There just aren't that many girls out there who want to become a Great Thief.
Edgeworth:
(Well, I would hope not.)
About the case
Kay:
This photo of the president and the president from the newspaper... No matter how you look at it, the "red mole" is a contradiction.
Edgeworth:
It's hard to believe that the red mole just appeared out of thin air.
Kay:
I got it! Let me steal a line that you said earlier! "The way to the truth... Always begins with small thefts."
Edgeworth:
...That's not what I said at all.
Kay:
Stealing is an art. I rearranged it to fit my style!
Edgeworth:
(Your version seems to have lost the true essence of my words...)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Kay:
That's a really cool badge. It depicts a blazing sun on top of winter frost, right?
Edgeworth:
Yes. It symbolizes the severity of the criminal justice system.
Kay:
My badge has symbols too! U-Uh Umm... It symbolizes Love and Justice and Peace and Courage and Honor and Kindness!
Edgeworth:
(What happened to "Truth"?)
Steel Samurai Balloon
Kay:
The Steel Samurai is cool, but I like the Jammin' Ninja best! Armed with only his singing voice, he journeys his way through the warring Muromachi Age... He's so awesome.
Edgeworth:
...If I recall, the protagonist isn't your ordinary ninja.
Kay:
That's right. He uses his Ninja Songs to propel himself towards stardom! Maybe I should give it a try as the "Singin' Great Thief".
Edgeworth:
(It would make her easier to catch... I guess I shouldn't stop her.)
Kay's Camera Data
Kay:
A red mole, huh? Hmm... I've got it! Looks like someone got out the good ol' sharpie while the president was asleep...
Edgeworth:
Well then, this photo has no connection to our case.
Kay:
No, no! There's definitely a connection! After all, I'm the one who stole the photo!
Anything else
Kay:
I believe that even a Great Thief has rights. For example, we have the right to choose what we want to steal.
Edgeworth:
(I guess she doesn't consider this valuable.)
Nicole Swift
Present
Kay's Photo Data
Nicole:
Well, that's an amateur for ya. A news photo ain't supposed to be a commemorative photo.
Edgeworth:
No, it actually is a commemorative photo.
Nicole:
Even so! A photo needs to be more DRAMATIC! The president's been struck down by the assassin's bullet! I-It's terrible... The crowd's in chaos!
Edgeworth:
...I will ask you one more time, just to be certain. Did you really see the president go down?
Nicole:
Yer a stubborn one ain'tcha? That was just an example. He didn't really go down.
Edgeworth:
Stop talking in such a confusing manner!
Edgeworth:
I've solved the mystery of the red mole.
Gumshoe:
Eh? You mean it's not a bug bite, sir?
Edgeworth:
It's nothing like a bug bite or an itchy rash. This is the light from a laser pointer.
Gumshoe:
You mean a gun was aimed at the president's forehead!?
Edgeworth:
And right after that, the second gunshot was heard...
Gumshoe:
That's certainly more than just an itch, sir.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. I'm concerned for the president's well-being... (It's become more and more likely that this gun was the weapon used in the attack.)
Assassin's Revolver data updated in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
But why did the criminal use a laser pointer, sir?
Kay:
That's right! They would've had a beam of light shining from their heads! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Way too conspicuous!
Edgeworth:
And if you follow the path of the laser, you will find out who fired the shot.
Gumshoe:
That's not good at all.
Kay:
Oh, yeah! I also took some other photos. Maybe the light from the laser pointer was captured on those!
Edgeworth:
(It's a long shot, but there may be a chance...) Kay, could you show us those photos?
Kay:
Coming right up! Firstly, the photo from before the incident...
Edgeworth:
...Your face is taking up most of the frame.
Kay:
Eheheh. I wanted to get a "two-shot" of me and the president... This was taken a little before the gunshots. And here's the one I showed you before. This was right after the first gunshot. And immediately after that, a second gunshot rang out! And then...
Edgeworth:
What is this? You can't really see much in this photo...
Kay:
After that last photo, one of the running guests knocked me down. It looks like the shutter clicked just then.
Gumshoe:
This doesn't look too helpful, pal...
Kay:
Well, those were all the photos I took.
Kay's Camera Data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(I'd like to examine these in a bit more detail.) Investigate which photo?
Before the incident
Leads to:
"Where can the light from the laser pointer be seen?"
Moment of the incident
Edgeworth:
Where can the light from the laser pointer be seen?
Present anywhere
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Leads back to:
"Investigate which photo?"
After the incident
Edgeworth:
Where can the light from the laser pointer be seen?
Present anywhere
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Leads back to:
"Investigate which photo?"
Edgeworth:
Where can the light from the laser pointer be seen?
Present red beam
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Investigate which photo?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
There's nothing unusual about this area.
Leads back to:
"Investigate which photo?"
Edgeworth:
I found it...!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What?
Edgeworth:
Look just in front of this person in the red hood.
Kay:
Ah! There!
Edgeworth:
Yes. That's probably the light from the laser pointer.
Gumshoe:
Th-Then! That red hooded person!
Edgeworth:
Would be... the assassin.
Kay:
We did it! It's all thanks to me, right?
Edgeworth:
Right. As expected, the Great Thief has stolen the Truth.
Kay:
He he he he.
Edgeworth:
Perhaps the criminal can also be seen in the other photos. Let me examine these photos one more time. Investigate which photo?
Before the incident
Edgeworth:
Where can the red hooded assassin be seen?
Present anywhere
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
From this point, it is clear which way the assassin ran!
Gumshoe:
...Umm. This is hard for me to say, sir.
Edgeworth:
What is it? This isn't like you. Say it clearly.
Gumshoe:
Sir! I have no clue what you're talking about, sir!
Edgeworth:
...No clue?
Gumshoe:
Absolutely no clue, sir!
Edgeworth:
(...It seems I was mistaken. Let me try a different spot.)
Leads back to:
"Investigate which photo?"
Moment of the incident
Edgeworth:
Where can the red hooded assassin be seen?
Present anywhere
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
From this point, it is clear which way the assassin ran!
Gumshoe:
...Umm. This is hard for me to say, sir.
Edgeworth:
What is it? This isn't like you. Say it clearly.
Gumshoe:
Sir! I have no clue what you're talking about, sir!
Edgeworth:
...No clue?
Gumshoe:
Absolutely no clue, sir!
Edgeworth:
(...It seems I was mistaken. Let me try a different spot.)
Leads back to:
"Investigate which photo?"
After the incident
Leads to:
"Where can the red hooded assassin be seen?"
Edgeworth:
Where can the red hooded assassin be seen?
Present red-hooded person
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ah! There!"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
From this point, it is clear which way the assassin ran!
Gumshoe:
...Umm. This is hard for me to say, sir.
Edgeworth:
What is it? This isn't like you. Say it clearly.
Gumshoe:
Sir! I have no clue what you're talking about, sir!
Edgeworth:
...No clue?
Gumshoe:
Absolutely no clue, sir!
Edgeworth:
(...It seems I was mistaken. Let me try a different spot.)
Leads back to:
"Investigate which photo?"
Kay:
Ah! There!
Edgeworth:
The "red hooded"... assassin.
Gumshoe:
It looks like they're escaping in the panic, sir.
Edgeworth:
We can see the direction they ran in...
Kay:
Ah! The Samurai Dog banner!
Edgeworth:
Right. The assassin escaped towards the right side of the audience area. Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Got it, sir! We'll investigate the right side of the audience area.
Edgeworth:
I'm counting on you. (The red hooded assassin... Since the park was sealed off, there's nowhere they could've run to... If we follow their trail, we'll definitely catch them!)
Edgeworth:
Now, then. Let's continue with the investigation.
Kay:
We'll definitely find some traces of the assassin!
Logic
"Red Button" and "Raincoat sleeve"
Leads to:
"It looks like the fallen button came from the raincoat."
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Notice anything?
Gumshoe:
At the crime scene, there will be some spots that need further investigation, sir. You can Examine these spots in greater detail.
Edgeworth:
However, sometimes simply examining them may not have the investigation along.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! If there's a difference between the crime scene and what's in your Organizer... ...it's time for your Deduction to come into play! Present evidence to point out the contradiction, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Press the X Button to Present evidence. That's how I begin my deductive reasoning...) In doing so, the truth will naturally reveal itself.
The "assassin"
Gumshoe:
A red hood will really stand out, sir! It's almost like he's asking to be arrested!
Edgeworth:
No, that's not enough. (I need to search for additional identifying factors...)
Gumshoe:
In other words... There'd be a huge backlash! "You can't arrest someone just for wearing a red hood!"
Edgeworth:
...Detective. You've been watching too much...
Gumshoe:
...Kids' Masterpiece Theater, sir. I like the quizzes at the end of the show...
Edgeworth:
Now then, getting back to the trail of the assassin.
Gumshoe:
Ooh... Don't ignore me, sir.
Present
Red Raincoat
Gumshoe:
♪ Red raincoat style! Red Red Red Red ♬ Red raincoat style ♪
Edgeworth:
What was that all of a sudden!? Why are you singing that weird song!?
Gumshoe:
It's a catchy song I heard on the internet. Seeing that red raincoat reminded me of it, sir. Ehhhhhh ♬ Sexy Raincoat ♪ Red raincoat style ♪
Edgeworth:
(And now he's doing a strange dance...)
Trash can
Edgeworth:
It's the trash can where we found the bag that contained the gun.
Gumshoe:
The gun has a laser pointer attached to it, sir.
Edgeworth:
Yes. He probably used it to target the president.
Gumshoe:
The suspect must be adept at using laser pointers... Eureka! He must be a school teacher, sir!
Edgeworth:
Well then, college professors and the police chief should also be added to the list of suspects.
Gumshoe:
Umm... That could be a problem, sir.
Edgeworth:
(There was already a problem when you first brought it up.)
Steel Samurai
Edgeworth:
It's a hand from the Steel Samurai balloon... Or rather, it's a fan.
Gumshoe:
...Mr. Edgeworth! There could be a dying message, sir!
Edgeworth:
That's nonsense. The president isn't dead.
Gumshoe:
No, I meant from the Steel Samurai. He could have left one behind.
Edgeworth:
...Listen up, Detective. That Steel Samurai is a balloon.
Gumshoe:
You've said it before yourself, "Every piece of evidence had a story to tell," sir! I'm certain that this Steel Samurai has one to tell too...!
Edgeworth:
(That wasn't what I meant... In any case, there's no new information here.)
Red stand
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Puddle
Edgeworth:
I can see the sky reflected in the puddle... ...after the rain stopped.
Gumshoe:
Was that a haiku, sir? You're quite a poet, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
That was not my intention... Well then, how would you describe it?
Gumshoe:
How's this, sir? The rain leaves behind a puddle. Just like Mr. Edgeworth's logic leaves me in a muddle.
Edgeworth:
(Not bad for a poet... Not good for a detective...)
Red stand
Edgeworth:
It is a cheap looking food stall made out of plywood. They're selling Samurai Dogs...
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I've got 2 dollars, sir!
Edgeworth:
...Am I imagining things, or are you suggesting we take a snack break during our investigation?
Gumshoe:
O-Of course not, sir! I just thought... Umm... It could help us with our investigation...
Edgeworth:
...I'll buy you a box when we're finished with the investigation.
Gumshoe:
I'm sorry, sir! I... huh, what?
Edgeworth:
What's with that look on your face? Is there a problem?
Gumshoe:
N-No... That was just, unexpected, sir.
Red object
Edgeworth:
This is...?
Gumshoe:
It's a red button (Red button - Found near the stand. Appears to have been ripped off from something.), sir. Could this be...
Edgeworth:
This could be related to the person in the red hood.
Red object (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
Could this button be related to the person in the red hood?
Gumshoe:
A red hood, a red button, a red balloon and Mr. Edgeworth... This case is full of red things, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hold it. Why am I included in the list?
Gumshoe:
Well, your clothes are red... Ah! Maybe the person in the red hood is an acquaintance of yours, sir?
Edgeworth:
If you truly believe that, then I suggest that you should carefully think this through one more time. ...Especially in regards to your next salary assessment.
Red object under red stand
Leads to:
"(There's something red down here...)"
Flag
Edgeworth:
They're selling Cherry Cherry Samurai Dogs. I don't believe I've ever had a cherry dog.
Gumshoe:
I've always wondered, what do cherry dogs taste like, sir?
Edgeworth:
They use cherries instead of a hotdog... so it probably tastes like cherries.
Gumshoe:
But why do they call it a cherry dog if there's no hotdog in it, sir?
Edgeworth:
Uh... Hmm. You have a point...
Gumshoe:
The truth about cherry dogs...! It remains a mystery, sir!
Edgeworth:
(There's something red down here...) Detective Gumshoe. Please check underneath the food stall.
Gumshoe:
Something's stuck down here. Let's see...
Edgeworth:
It is a red raincoat...! Could this be!?
Kay:
The assassin's...!
Edgeworth:
It appears that he got rid of his raincoat before he ran away.
Red Raincoat data jotted down in my Organizer.
Right sleeve of coat
Edgeworth:
This sleeve (Raincoat sleeve - The right sleeve is turned inside out, and a button is missing.)... it's inside out. It's also missing a button.
Left sleeve of coat
Edgeworth:
The left sleeve... There doesn't appear to be anything out of place.
Gumshoe:
It's not turned inside out, and the button is still tightly in place.
Edgeworth:
(Even though it was thrown away, it looks a bit too clean...)
Blue stand
Edgeworth:
There are toy rifles lined up neatly on top of the counter.
Gumshoe:
Oh! It's a shooting booth, sir. I hate to brag, but I'm actually pretty good at these!
Edgeworth:
I thought you said that you weren't good with guns?
Gumshoe:
It's not that I'm not good with them. I just... don't like guns, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Normally, that's what you would call "not being good with guns.")
Yellow flag
Edgeworth:
The flag from the shooting booth is lying on the ground. The crowd probably knocked it over. Judging from all the footprints on the flag... There must have been quite a panic.
Gumshoe:
Do you know where you can buy these flags, sir?
Edgeworth:
Why do you want to know? Are you going to write Gumshoe on the flag and carry it around with you?
Gumshoe:
Gyaaah! How did you know, sir!? Don't tell me... Mr. Edgeworth, did you just read my mind, sir?
Edgeworth:
(I meant it as a joke, though. For him to actually have thought that...)
Edgeworth:
It looks like the fallen button came from the raincoat. It probably fell off when the assassin took off the raincoat.
Gumshoe:
If you look closely, you can see that the right sleeve is inside out,
Edgeworth:
It appears they took it off in a hurry... The button was probably torn off. After shooting the president, the assassin disposed of the gun and the bag in the garbage bin. Then, during the panic, they moved from the left to the right side of the audience area. The bullet's trajectory led us to suspect someone who was on the left side of the audience area. The assassin then took off the raincoat and hid it under the stand... The assassin was in a hurry to remove the raincoat. That's why there are signs that the right sleeve was hastily removed.
Gumshoe:
It also explains why the button was torn off.
Edgeworth:
If that's the case... Why is the left sleeve not in the same state?
Gumshoe:
Ah! That sleeve isn't inside out!
Edgeworth:
On the contrary, the button is still tightly fixed.
Gumshoe:
What do you mean, sir!
Edgeworth:
To find the answer... we must examine this raincoat in detail.
Examine hood
Gumshoe:
This raincoat is a brilliant bright red! Just looking at it makes me want to charge at it!
Edgeworth:
Like in a bullfight...
Gumshoe:
Yeah! My heart is always fired up like a bull!
Edgeworth:
(I'd say you're just simple-minded...)
Examine right sleeve
Edgeworth:
The right sleeve is turned inside-out.
Kay:
And you can see where the button's been torn off.
Edgeworth:
Indeed. This raincoat must have been removed in a hurry.
Examine left side of coat
Leads to:
"I'd like to investigate the inside of this raincoat."
Edgeworth:
I'd like to investigate the inside of this raincoat. Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Got it!
Examine bloodstain
Leads to:
"This is... a bloodstain!"
Edgeworth:
This is... a bloodstain! Judging by the location... This is most likely the assassin's own blood.
Gumshoe:
So, we're looking for someone who's injured, sir!
Edgeworth:
Not just any injury, Detective. An injury on their left arm.
Gumshoe:
...Wh-What do you mean, sir?
Edgeworth:
The criminal was in a hurry to take off their coat. That's why the right sleeve is inside out. On the other hand, the left sleeve remained unchanged. How did this difference arise? Quite simply, the assassin couldn't get his arm through the left sleeve... If you think of it like that, it all starts to add up. Furthermore, a bloodstain was found on the left side of the raincoat.
Gumshoe:
I see! He couldn't get his injured arm to fit through the sleeve!
Edgeworth:
Yes, indeed. I'd say the possibility is quite high.
Red Raincoat data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(It's all coming together...!)
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe, I want you to pull our assassin out of the crowd!
Examine evidence
Examine bloodstain on Red Raincoat
Edgeworth:
The red raincoat is stained with blood... We should be able to tell who its owner is just by looking at them.
Gumshoe:
Roger that, sir! Someone with an injured left arm, right?
Nicole:
You must have a good head on yer shoulders if ya did see through me, Mr. Prosecutor! Findin' the assassin with only that much evidence shouldn't be a problem at all!
Kay:
That's our Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(With everyone in the park sealed in, the assassin should still be within the crowd. I'm counting on you, Detective Gumshoe!)
March 25, 3:27 PMGourd Lake ParkAudience Area
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! We found a suspicious person in that condition, sir!
Kay:
That's gotta be the assassin!
Edgeworth:
Kay. We haven't proven that this person is the assassin yet. For now, this is just a "person of interest". Don't jump to conclusions.
Kay:
Got it! I'll control myself!
Gumshoe:
There's no doubt that this is the guy who targeted the president, sir!
Edgeworth:
(It takes a daring person to target someone's life in front of an audience...) Detective. Bring him here... courteously.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! Hey, you guys! Bring him here!
???:
........
Edgeworth:
(He's not carrying an umbrella, and his left arm is bandaged...)
Gumshoe:
You there! State your name!
Doe:
My name is... John Doe.
Edgeworth:
John Doe...? (That's... an unusual name.)
Doe:
That is correct.
Edgeworth:
(This man... Have I seen him somewhere before?)
Doe:
Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
You know my name?
Doe:
...Yes. I have been observing your investigation. ...May I ask why you have called me here?
Edgeworth:
We are searching for the assassin who attempted to murder the president. ...Do you recognize this red raincoat?
Doe:
I'm terribly sorry... but I'm afraid I do not.
Edgeworth:
I believe that this raincoat belongs to the assassin.
Doe:
Oh my. That is terrible indeed.
Edgeworth:
This person should also have a severe injury on the left side of their body... Precisely like yours...
Doe:
...I have no relation to this.
Nicole:
A stare down! Mano-a-mano! It's like they're firin' laser beams outta their eyes! ...So, what happens next?
Gumshoe:
Obviously, a confrontation, pal! A battle of wits between two gentleman!
Edgeworth:
(Should I hear his explanation?)
Hear his explanation
Gumshoe:
A witness might lie or misunderstand. If you find a contradiction in their statement, you Present evidence, pal!
Edgeworth:
(Press the R Button to look at the Organizer, and the X Button to Present.)
Nicole:
And if you don't find a contradiction, whaddaya do then?
Gumshoe:
At those times, you Press the witness for more details.
Edgeworth:
(To Press, press the L Button.)
Gumshoe:
All right, sir. Could you give us a demonstration, please!
Nicole:
Go Mr. Prosecutor! You are America's best!
Edgeworth:
(She just won't quit...)
Continues below
Don't hear his explanation
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. How long do you plan on talking with a civilian?
Gumshoe:
AAAAAAAH! Sorry about that, sir...
Nicole:
What, hey! That's mean! At least let me learn something!
Continues below
-- Mr. Doe's Testimony --
Doe:
I understand that the person in the raincoat is suspicious.
However, that doesn't mean that he was injured. I don't suppose you have proof?
Clearly, my left arm is injured, but I can still use my right arm.
When it was raining, I used an umbrella. I have no need for a raincoat.
Edgeworth:
You didn't wear a raincoat... That's your claim?
Doe:
Yes. Not everyone uses a raincoat for protection against the rain. I am an umbrella person after all.
Kay:
I'm definitely a raincoat person. Umbrellas will hinder your movement!
Nicole:
Well, I don't use raincoats or umbrellas. Come rain or snow, all I need is my trusty parka!
Edgeworth:
(This wasn't what I wanted to talk about...)
Doe:
I hope you understand. I am not the assassin.
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, leaving a testimony unexamined goes against my principles.
Doe:
How troublesome. I am but a simple ice cream salesman... Oops. Please excuse me. In the panic earlier, my wound seems to have reopened.
Edgeworth:
(There's no mistaking that the owner of this raincoat is the assassin. Furthermore, the owner has an injured left arm...)
Doe:
........
Edgeworth:
Mr. Doe, I shall reveal your true colors for all to see.
Rebuttal
-- Mr. Doe's Testimony --
Doe:
I understand that the person in the raincoat is suspicious.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you admit that the person in the red raincoat is suspicious?
Doe:
Yes. I have been watching your investigation from the audience seating. An "assassin"... How dreadful.
Doe:
However, that doesn't mean that he was injured. I don't suppose you have proof?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What if I had evidence to prove that he was injured?
Doe:
You certainly seem confident. ...I expected no less of you, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Hm... You know of me?
Gumshoe:
It's because you're famous, sir! Maybe he read about you in the newspaper?
Doe:
...I have been observing your investigation.
Edgeworth:
(This man is clearly suspicious. If I expose his lies, I should be able to uncover the assassin's true identity!)
Doe:
........
Present Red Raincoat
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Mr. Doe. You seem to be a very cautious person."
Doe:
Clearly, my left arm is injured, but I can still use my right arm.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
That looks quite severe. When did you suffer that injury?
Doe:
...A short while ago.
Edgeworth:
Th-That's it?
Doe:
Even preparing a single ice cream cone is now a difficult task. Due to the injury, I could not hold an umbrella with my left hand.
Doe:
When it was raining, I used an umbrella. I have no need for a raincoat.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
From what I can see, you don't seem to be carrying an umbrella. I'm sure you're well aware, that the rain stopped just before the incident occurred.
Doe:
I do remember. Afterwards the number of spectators swelled.
Edgeworth:
It hasn't even been an hour since then. Are you saying you lost it in only a matter of minutes!?
Doe:
Yes... Exactly. Having your umbrella stolen in that crowd wouldn't have taken more than that, would it?
Edgeworth:
Gah... That's... (He has a point, but...!)
Doe:
The fact is, I had an umbrella when it was raining.
Gumshoe:
I guess it'd be inevitable to lose an umbrella in the panic, sir.
Edgeworth:
Do you also intend to say it was inevitable his wound just happened to open?
Gumshoe:
So then... it wasn't?
Edgeworth:
All we know is, the assassin's left arm is injured. Mr. Doe has such an injury. His left arm is even bleeding.
Gumshoe:
Very suspicious, sir!
Edgeworth:
(The problem is, how to link this fact to Mr. Doe. I should use the R Button to open up the Organizer and review the evidence.)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Doe. You seem to be a very cautious person. However, today seems to be different. Because you left this behind.
Doe:
You must be mistaken. That does not belong to me. Or perhaps... you have evidence that proves otherwise?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Doe. Is your injury alright? The wound seems to have opened.
Doe:
Indeed. It is... quite troublesome.
Edgeworth:
Yes, I'm sure it is. You have my deepest sympathies. After all, you would have escaped had your wounds not opened up.
Doe:
...What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
There is no mistaking that the one who wore this raincoat was injured. And I can prove that person was you. With this...!
Doe:
........
Edgeworth:
On the inside of this raincoat, there is a small bloodstain. It's the blood of the assassin!
Doe:
!
Gumshoe:
Attacking the president is a serious crime, pal! You'll cause an international incident!
Edgeworth:
...No matter how long you keep silent, your true nature will soon come to light. A blood test will settle this. The blood from the raincoat, and the blood from your bandaged arm...
Doe:
........
Edgeworth:
I have all the evidence I need. Why don't you just admit it? You're the assassin who attacked the president!
Doe:
...I am not the assassin.
Edgeworth:
You don't know when to give up. If this was a game of chess... ...you would have been checkmated a long time ago. Admit your defeat gracefully!
Doe:
........
Edgeworth:
(He seems completely unfazed...?)
Doe:
I suppose I have no choice. I'll admit it. Indeed, the raincoat is mine.
Gumshoe:
He confessed, sir! Arrest him! Arrest him!
Doe:
...However, that does not mean I shot the president.
Gumshoe:
What's that, pal!?
Doe:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. All you have proven is that I wore the raincoat. What sort of crime is that?
-- Mr. Doe's Testimony, Pt. 2 --
Doe:
I am no assassin. I'm just a simple ice cream salesman.
All I did was put on that red raincoat and listen to the president's speech.
It surprised me to see the bodyguards take action just before the gunshot rang out.
Everyone in the audience immediately tried to escape, creating a state of panic.
Doe:
Are you satisfied this time?
Kay:
His story's getting fisher by the minute! He's really suspicious!
Doe:
........
Kay:
G-Glaring at me won't help! We've got evidence! Here, look at this guy in the red raincoat! That's gotta be the assassin!
Doe:
...I see. That is certainly not me.
Kay:
Whaaaaaa!
Doe:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Please consider this carefully. Was I really the only one who wore a red raincoat?
Edgeworth:
(Whether he was or not, the person in the photo can only be Mr. Doe. But, why? This man's self-confidence... and intensity.)
Rebuttal
-- Mr. Doe's Testimony, Pt. 2 --
Doe:
I am no assassin. I'm just a simple ice cream salesman.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
As an ice cream salesman, you must know quite a bit. About ice cream...
Doe:
But of course. Ask me anything you wish. 
Edgeworth:
........ (C-Curses...! I don't know anything about ice cream!) Hm. So, um... What's the most important thing about making ice cream?
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth...
Doe:
The most important thing about making ice cream is honor.
Edgeworth:
Honor... To make ice cream?
Doe:
Without honor, ice cream is nothing more than sweet ice. Do you understand? I am just a simple ice cream salesman.
Doe:
All I did was put on that red raincoat and listen to the president's speech.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why did you use a raincoat instead of an umbrella?
Doe:
Is it strange to wear a raincoat on a rainy day?
Edgeworth:
It's strange to purposely wear a raincoat when you can't get your arm into it.
Doe:
If both my hands were occupied, I wouldn't be able to serve ice cream.
Edgeworth:
Why didn't you mention that in your testimony earlier!?
Doe:
I'm terribly sorry. It must have slipped my mind. After all, I had just gone through all that.
Edgeworth:
All that...?
Doe:
The shooting of the president, of course.
Doe:
It surprised me to see the bodyguards take action just before the gunshot rang out.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So the bodyguards reacted before the gunshot went off?
Doe:
Yes. The bodyguards moved first. The one on the left side of the stage, in particular.
Edgeworth:
You saw it all quite clearly.
Doe:
...I have good eyesight.
Edgeworth:
(The names are written on the upper left of the security plan...) The bodyguard on the left side would be... Mr. Rooke?
Doe:
That is correct. A Mr. Ethan Rooke, I believe. Perhaps he noticed the light from the laser pointer? That man is no ordinary individual.
Edgeworth:
(From their actions, I don't believe that the bodyguards were amateurs. This man isn't an ordinary individual either.) Please add that statement to your testimony.
Doe:
As you wish...
Add statement:
"The man on the left side of the stage was exceptionally quick. A Mr. Ethan Rooke, as I recall."
Press (after adding statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So the bodyguards reacted before the gunshot went off?
Doe:
There's no mistake. I have good eyesight.
Edgeworth:
About that... you appear to be wearing a monocle?
Doe:
If I couldn't see the ice cream, I'd be a poor ice cream salesman. I wear it to ensure I deliver the best quality ice cream.
Edgeworth:
(I've heard all that I can... Any further arguing on this subject is pointless.) Back to what you said before. Of the two bodyguards, which one made the first move?
Doe:
The man on the left side of the stage was exceptionally quick. A Mr. Ethan Rooke, as I recall.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So the bodyguard on the left was faster?
Doe:
He reacted in just an instant. His response time was superb. I believe his name was Ethan Rooke.
Edgeworth:
I see... He had plenty of time to react.
Doe:
...Not necessarily.
Edgeworth:
(His expression never changes...)
Present Security Plans
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It seems you aren't just a simple ice cream salesman after all."
Doe:
Everyone in the audience immediately tried to escape, creating a state of panic.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But you yourself did not run?
Doe:
No, I did not.
Kay:
Aha! What were you doing then?
Doe:
Amidst the panic, someone gave my wound a big wallop. I was in terrible pain... I felt like sparks would shoot out of my eyes.
Kay:
But... in reality, no sparks came out.
Edgeworth:
...Sparks don't come out of people's eyes, Kay.
Edgeworth:
The person who wore the red raincoat is the assassin. That's very clear from the photo. However...
Kay:
Mr. Doe is saying that person wasn't him.
Gumshoe:
That's just some story he made up, sir! Rip off his disguise! Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Yes. In any case, I need to start exposing his lies.
Kay:
That's right! And in order to do that, we should press him for more details.
Edgeworth:
It seems you aren't just a simple ice cream salesman after all.
Doe:
...You think too highly of me. Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Why would a simple ice cream salesman... ...know the name of the president's bodyguard?
Doe:
...The name of the bodyguard? Surely you jest. Didn't you say their names just a moment ago? Mr. Knightley and Mr. Rooke... Correct?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
This is a diagram of the security plans. We learnt their names from this. However, please look. Only their surnames are written here.
Doe:
!
Edgeworth:
You distinctly said Ethan Rooke. How did you know his full name when we did not?
Doe:
........
Gumshoe:
That's pretty weird, sir!
Edgeworth:
Why do you know his name? Explain yourself!
Doe:
...That was merely a slip of the tongue.
Kay:
It's true! This guy is the assassin!
Doe:
Young lady. You're being a little hasty. The reason I knew his name is quite simple.
Edgeworth:
(What?)
Doe:
I am an acquaintance of Mr. Rooke's.
Edgeworth:
What!
Doe:
He and I have a bit of a connection. His is a name that I will never forget.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! He's just telling a big fat lie!
Doe:
This is not a lie. I am just a simple ice cream salesman... ...and an acquaintance of Ethan Rooke's.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
In that case, let's just ask Rooke himself about this. Whether or not he's acquainted with this dubious ice cream salesman...
Doe:
As you wish. However, that may prove difficult now. He is currently busy with the president's security, after all. Besides, even if I am not an acquaintance of Mr. Rooke's... ...does that prove that I fired the gun?
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
If you aren't the assassin, then why did you remove your raincoat!?
Doe:
It was a little hot. And the rain had stopped. I wanted to air out the wound. Is there a problem with that?
Edgeworth:
(Urgh... I just can't seem to corner him!)
Payne:
Mr. Edgeworth! What are you doing! Hurry up and arrest him! That man's so suspicious, I'd even arrest him myself!
Edgeworth:
(Arrest him without evidence? How could I do such a thing!)
Kay:
Come on! Mr. Edgeworth! Can't you do something!
Nicole:
Breaking News! The criminal is on the verge of escaping the prosecutor!
Doe:
Oh dear... They're already treating me like a criminal. I understand. Since I've been suspected this far, it seems I will have to tell the truth.
Edgeworth:
The truth? (What is he up to?)
Doe:
I saw... another person wearing a red hood...
Edgeworth:
Wha...
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaaat!?
Doe:
Surely, that was the person who was in the photo. I first noticed him right before the speech when it was still raining... He caught my eye because his raincoat was the same color as mine. In his hand I saw a laser pointer with the light aimed directly at the president.
Edgeworth:
(It can't be...! There was another person wearing a red hood?)
Doe:
I knew that if I wore the red raincoat, I'd be mistaken for the assassin. That is why I took off the raincoat.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
You saw an assassin wearing the same color hood as yours? Hmph. Wouldn't that be a nice coincidence?
Doe:
That's what I expected you would say, which is why I did not testify as such. Prosecutors and the police are a suspicious lot. I knew that nobody would believe me... At the moment of the incident, the assassin was very close to the prosecutor...
Edgeworth:
Prosecutor? I only arrived after the incident...
Doe:
Not you, Prosecutor Edgeworth. That prosecutor over there.
Payne:
Huh? M-Me?
Doe:
Yes. You should be visible in that photo. Here. Right in front of the person in the red hood.
Payne:
Th-That's me alright... What's your point?
Edgeworth:
(What's this man driving at?)
Doe:
I have been observing your investigation this entire time, Prosecutor Edgeworth. And I have noticed something strange.
Edgeworth:
Something strange?
Doe:
Hmm. It seems you still haven't noticed this contradiction yet.
Edgeworth:
A contradiction...?
Kay:
In this photo the people who can be seen are the chief, Mr. Payne, and the assassin... ...I don't see anything strange!
Doe:
Please think back carefully. About that circumstances during the president's speech. I believe you are holding the evidence that contradicts this photo.
Edgeworth:
(Do I have evidence that contradicts this photo?)
Present Nicole's Tape Recorder
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It can't be...! (There's a contradiction between the photo and the tape!)"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Honestly, I'm not sure, but... I'll present this!
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth! Is it really OK to present evidence you're not sure about!?
Gumshoe:
In times like this, maybe you should hold back, sir!
Edgeworth:
Hm... Y-Yes. That's right. I didn't mean to go this far...
Doe:
It's a shame, but you should just accept your mistake and try again.
Edgeworth:
Grrgh...! (Not good... The photo shows the chief, Mr. Payne, and the person in the red hood. And this was taken during the president's speech. ...I should think this over.)
Leads back to:
"(Do I have evidence that contradicts this photo?)"
Edgeworth:
It can't be...! (There's a contradiction between the photo and the tape!)
Doe:
It seems you've noticed.
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! What's going on?
Edgeworth:
There is a person missing from this photograph...
Kay:
Huh? Wh-Who is it?
Doe:
Yes... It's rather strange. Someone who should be there, but is not.
Edgeworth:
The person who should be in this photo is...
Present Nicole Swift profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Huh?"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
...this person, of course!
Doe:
...Mr. Detective. What do you think?
Gumshoe:
I... uh... Just what I expected from Mr. Edgeworth! R-Right, Kay?
Kay:
M-M-M-M-Me? Errrr... That's... Just what I expected from Mr. Edgeworth! Right, Mr. Doe?
Doe:
In a sense, it's just what I expected. ...Right, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
Grrrrrghhh...! (The people in the photo and the evidence from before... I have to consider both of them to uncover the truth. The one who must be here is...!)
Leads back to:
"The person who should be in this photo is..."
Kay:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
M-Ms. Swift?
Nicole:
..........
Kay:
Why would you say that?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Payne's voice was recorded on Ms. Swift's tape. He was whispering quietly with the chief prosecutor...
Nicole:
Those're from the folks standin' in front of me. I reckon it was two older men. They kept on whisperin' to each other.
Edgeworth:
It seems Ms. Swift was near Mr. Payne when she recorded the speech.
Kay:
Ah! But she isn't anywhere in this photo!
Doe:
That is correct. ...Now, Mr. Prosecutor... Who is the one you should be pursuing?
Edgeworth:
(Ngh...!) Nicole Swift. Would you mind giving us your testimony?
Nicole:
...C'mon. It feels weird when you talk all formal like that. It's fine. I ain't got nothin' to hide.
-- Ms. Swift's Testimony --
Nicole:
It ain't like I stayed in one spot while I was recording.
I was movin' around the audience area. Shufflin' here and there.
I reckon this picture must'a been snapped at a different time to my tape recordin'.
So quit makin' that scary face. It ain't what ya think.
Edgeworth:
(Ms. Swift's tape recorded a conversation between my colleagues... Mr. Payne and the chief prosecutor.)
Kay:
Why would Nicole be lying? That... would mean...
Gumshoe:
It'd mean Nicole Swift is the assassin, pal!
Nicole:
Y'all gotta be kiddin' me. I ain't done nothin' like that.
Edgeworth:
Be that as it may, however, there is a contradiction in your testimony.
Nicole:
H-Huh... I don't reckon so, no sir.
Edgeworth:
(It appears I must reveal this contradiction with evidence...)
Rebuttal
-- Ms. Swift's Testimony --
Nicole:
It ain't like I stayed in one spot while I was recording.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You were moving around while you were recording... Why were you doing that?
Nicole:
H-Huh? Whaddaya mean "why"...?
Edgeworth:
Surely when recording a speech, it is best to remain still.
Nicole:
Th-That's... Well, y'know the importance of coverin' a story from every angle? I wanted to convey the livin', breathin' event in print... Yesiree! You betcha!
Edgeworth:
If you were moving around, I doubt your tape would have picked up anything coherent!
Nicole:
W-Well, it's like I done said!
Nicole:
I was movin' around the audience area. Shufflin' here and there.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Here and there... Could you be more specific? Such as the side you were on?
Nicole:
When I say "here and there" it means just that... I was all about the place! You couldn't swing a dead cat in that crowd. You expect me to remember where I was?
Edgeworth:
Could you at least remember if it was the left or right side?
Nicole:
L-Left... I reckon...
Edgeworth:
(The person in the photo is also on the left side. Is this just a coincidence?)
Nicole:
I reckon this picture must'a been snapped at a different time to my tape recordin'.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you're saying it is logical that you can't be seen in the photo?
Nicole:
Yep! I was near that prosecutor when his voice got recorded... ...but I reckon this picture must'a been taken when I was far away, no doubt about it. Ain't nothin' wrong here, far as I can see.
Edgeworth:
So you're saying the photo and the recording were taken at different times.
Nicole:
Darn tootin'! It ain't about the equipment, it's all about the timin'!
Edgeworth:
(What if they were both taken at the same time... If I can prove that, her entire testimony will collapse...)
Present Nicole's Tape Recorder or Kay's Camera Data
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Swift. A reporter shouldn't lie."
Nicole:
So quit makin' that scary face. It ain't what ya think.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Scary face? The way I speak to others is not intended to come across as intimidating.
Nicole:
Then, why don'tcha try relaxin' a bit more? You make that face when you put all that tension in yer brow. No matter what you do, always do it with a smile! Don'tcha agree?
Edgeworth:
I am searching for the criminal who attacked the president. This is no laughing matter.
Nicole:
...Said the prosecutor with a grin on his chin like the Cheshire Cat. End quote.
Edgeworth:
(What frumious nonsense. I should show her what a real scary face looks like.)
Kay:
Nicole seems rather aloof about all of this. Still, she just doesn't seem like the kind of person to tell harmful lies.
Edgeworth:
I agree that she doesn't seem like a person with ill intent, but... (...if that's the case, there must be something even worse troubling her. In any case, Ms. Swift's movements have been recorded on that tape. Surely I have evidence that sheds some light on this...!)
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. A reporter shouldn't lie.
Nicole:
I-I ain't lyin'! I'm an honest journalist!
Edgeworth:
Perhaps, but there's no denying that the photo and the recording were taken at the same time.
Nicole:
That so? And what makes you say that!
Edgeworth:
The truth lies in these photos. This photo could only have been taken at the same time as your recording! Which spot shows that this was taken at the same time as the recording?
Present president
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Can you see the president, with his fist raised in the air?"
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Here. Study this area closely. Therein lies the answer to this mystery!
Nicole:
Hmmm... Nope, I don't see it. Where is it?
Edgeworth:
Here... here! Look closely. Can't you see it?
Nicole:
Either yer talkin' a load of hot gas, or this is one of them paranormal photos... Mr. Prosecutor, are ya tellin' me yer into yoofohs and such?
Edgeworth:
Bah! (She's misunderstood me. I need to have another listen to Ms. Swift's tape... It's clear the tape was recorded at the moment this photo was taken. And the evidence that shows this is hidden somewhere within the photo!)
Leads back to:
"Which spot shows that this was taken at the same time as the recording?"
Edgeworth:
Can you see the president, with his fist raised in the air?
Nicole:
...What about it?
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift, might we hear your tape one more time?
Nicole:
Nuh-uh! You ain't gonna hear a word, way ya been treatin' me!
Edgeworth:
Would you rather we charge you with obstruction of justice and seize it from you?
Nicole:
Uh... F-Fine, you win. I'm no match for you, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
The question is... during which part of his speech did the president raise his fist?
No matter what sort of heinous criminal organization there is, I will not allow them to exist!
Nicole:
The president raises his fist in the air! The atmosphere is boilin' to a fever pitch!
Gumshoe:
Aha! "Raises his fist" straight from the horse's mouth, sir!
Edgeworth:
This tape was recorded at the moment the president raised his fist overhead.
Kay:
Th-Then that means! Nicole not being in this photo is really strange!
Edgeworth:
Oh, but she is in the photo. Right here! The person in the red hood... it was you, Nicole Swift!
Nicole:
Aaaaaaaaahhh!
Gumshoe:
You're the real assassin, aren't you, pal?
Nicole:
Th-Th-That ain't so! I... I... ...I ain't never worn that red raincoat!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. This red raincoat in question belongs to...
John Doe
Leads to:
"The raincoat's owner is Mr. Doe. That much has been proven."
Nicole Swift
Edgeworth:
The person in the red hood is Ms. Swift. And so, the owner of the raincoat must be... ...Ms. Swift! It can only be you!
Doe:
Ah, but does that young lady have an injury, I wonder.
Gumshoe:
Huh...? What do you mean, pal?
Doe:
Have you forgotten about the bloodstain in the raincoat?
Edgeworth:
(H-He's right... The right sleeve with the button torn off was stained with blood...)
Leads back to:
"Hmm. This red raincoat in question belongs to..."
Neither of them
Edgeworth:
The raincoat belongs to neither Ms. Swift nor Mr. Doe!
Gumshoe:
Then... whose is it?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Don't you get it? It can only belong to one person.
Gumshoe:
I don't get it. Who is that person, sir?
Edgeworth:
W-Wait, I'd like to take back what I just said...
Doe:
If I didn't know better, I'd say this was your first day on the job, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
(I should remember the details of Mr. Doe and Ms. Swift's testimonies. Especially the numerous things we found out about that raincoat...)
Leads back to:
"Hmm. This red raincoat in question belongs to..."
Edgeworth:
The raincoat's owner is Mr. Doe. That much has been proven. You were wearing something else. A different red hood...
Gumshoe:
Y-You mean there were two red hoodies, sir?
Edgeworth:
Mr. Doe's last testimony was true.
Kay:
But we didn't find any other red raincoats.
Edgeworth:
What Mr. Doe saw was a red hood. Not a raincoat. Ms. Swift, what was it you told us earlier about your parka...
Nicole:
Hm? Oh, ya mean when I said I ain't worried about it gettin' all dirty? It's reversible, so all I gotta do is turn it inside out and... Aaagh!
Edgeworth:
(...As I thought.)
Kay:
M-Mr. Edgeworth! The inside of her parka is... red!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. And during the incident, she was using that side.
Gumshoe:
Wh-What!? Hey, pal! What's the big idea?
Nicole:
Y-Yer wrong! I've been wearin' it like this the whole day...
Edgeworth:
Well then, will you allow me to examine your parka?
Nicole:
Wh-What're ya expectin' to find?
Edgeworth:
We know it was raining prior to the president's speech. I believe you said earlier...
Nicole:
Well, I don't use raincoats or umbrellas. Come rain or snow, all I need is my trusty parka!
Edgeworth:
If you really didn't turn your parka inside out... ...then the inside should be dry!
Nicole:
H-Hang on a minute. I ain't back takin' off this heavy backpack and puttin' it back on again! S-S-Sorry... but can't we do this another time?
Gumshoe:
You think you can fool Mr. Edgeworth with that, pal!?
Nicole:
Uu...Uuhn... Uuuuhn...
Gumshoe:
Alright then, pal! If we're really wrong, prove it. Show us the inside of the parka!
Nicole:
I... It wasn't me. I ain't no assassin.
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift. If you want me to believe that, then you need to cooperate with us. Will you please tell us why you wore the red side of the parka?
Nicole:
I-I'm sorry, Mr. Prosecutor. I... had my reasons, honest. I'll tell y'all everythin, jus' quit bullyin' me...
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Wh-Whose voice was that?
???:
Hold on a sec, It's a little too early for the endgame.
???:
Hey, you in the fancy suit. Haven't you been jumping the gun ever since your opening move?
Edgeworth:
(This man was in Kay's photo...)
Knightley:
Whoa, I guess I should introduce myself first. My name is... ...Horace Knightley. The president's bodyguard. Second-in-command of his personal security unit.
Kay:
Aaaah!
Gumshoe:
W-Watch it, pal! That's not a toy!
Knightley:
Whoa, my bad. She just wants to come out and play. I can't seem to help it.
Edgeworth:
Why do you have a gun if you're not a police officer!?
Knightley:
She's a lady of Zheng Fa. Only the president's bodyguards are authorized to use it. Anyway, back to business. I've got some news for you. There's good news and bad news. Which do you wanna hear first?
Edgeworth:
...It makes no difference to me. Do as you wish.
Knightley:
You sure? I'm giving you the first move. Alright. I got you. I'll start with my pawn.
Edgeworth:
...It seems you enjoy chess.
Knightley:
You play too, Mr. Fancy-Suit?
Edgeworth:
It's Edgeworth. And I do have a fondness for chess.
Knightley:
Is that so? Well then, Chessmaster Edgeworth, I'll start with the good news. The president's safe. Not even a scratch on him.
Gumshoe:
Really? That's great, pal!
Doe:
It seems that the young lady was not a murderer after all.
Kay:
Good for you, Nicole!
Nicole:
B-But I...
Knightley:
Whoa there. Don't forget, there's still the bad news. The president is safe because his bodyguards protected him. Actually... I had nothing to do with it. It was the leader who protected him. At the cost of his own life...
Edgeworth:
That would be the other bodyguard... Rooke, was it?
Knightley:
Yeah. That's right. Rooke died to protect the president...
Edgeworth:
!
Gumshoe:
Whaaaaaat!?
Doe:
Is that so... Rooke is dead. What a shame.
Kay:
Th-That means... Nicole...
Knightley:
It means that the little lady killed him. My brother in arms.
Nicole:
Th-That ain't true! I ain't a murderer...!
Knightley:
Whoa there. Pipe down, Little Miss Murderer.
Nicole:
!
Knightley:
Geez. Even if we had to make a sacrifice to protect the King... It was a pretty bad move. That castling...
Gumshoe:
Sacrifices and castles? What's he talking about, sir?
Edgeworth:
They're all chess terms. He's saying Rooke's life was exchanged for the president's.
Gumshoe:
This guy sure talks funny, sir!
Edgeworth:
Horace Knightley, was it?
Knightley:
Hm? Whaddaya want?
Edgeworth:
I'd like to examine the victim's body as soon as possible. And if it's possible, I'd like to question the president...
Knightley:
Sorry, but... I can't let you do that.
Edgeworth:
Wh... What?
Knightley:
I got another piece of news for you. And this one's a doozy.
Edgeworth:
(There's another piece of news?)
Knightley:
From here on out, this investigation will be handled by the Zheng Fa Police.
Edgeworth:
What!?
Gumshoe:
Wh-What's going on, pal!?
Edgeworth:
This case is under our jurisdiction! You have no right to interfere!
Knightley:
You're Prosecutor Edgeworth, right? The president knows about you solving the Yatagarasu case..
Edgeworth:
...I'm honored.
Knightley:
That's why the chief prosecutor designated you to be in charge of the case...
Edgeworth:
(It seems the chief prosecutor made a little appeal to the president.)
Knightley:
But... it looks like you're the wrong guy for the job. I didn't know you'd have this kind of reaction. ...It's the president's orders. If you oppose you'll cause an international incident. Capisce?
Edgeworth:
Ngh...
Knightley:
Hey, little lady! Get over here! We'll continue your questioning inside the president's plane.
Nicole:
N... No... I... I didn't do nothin'!
Knightley:
Hey now, don't be a baby. You scared of a little Zheng Fa justice?
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor! Please... Please help me!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift? (It's clear that Ms. Swift was the person in the red hood. However, that doesn't mean that the whole truth has been revealed.)
Nicole:
I really didn't do it. Please believe me...!
Edgeworth:
(Is it really alright...? For it to end this way...?  All I see is a girl with eyes full of fear, pleading for help. Certainly not someone who's committed a heinous crime! If I stand aside now and do nothing, the truth will be lost to the darkness!)
Gaaaaaaaaahhh!!
Kay:
Eh!
Gumshoe:
Wha-!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Knightley:
Wh-What the... You...!
Doe:
...Silence. "What the" is an impolite way to greet someone. Your neck injury has yet to heal, and you've already forgotten?
Knightley:
N-No...! Not you, not now!
Doe:
It seems you've remembered.
Gumshoe:
Hey! What are you doing!? Cut it out, pal! You've got some nerve to do that right in front of a detective and a prosecutor!
Knightley:
S-Stop! Stay out of this! He's out of your league!
Kay:
Mr. Doe... Who on earth are you?
Doe:
I am not merely a simple ice cream salesman.
Knightley:
H-He's a professional assassin. His name is... ...Shelly de Killer.
Edgeworth:
(Shelly de Killer!?)
Edgeworth:
There's no one in law enforcement who doesn't know the name De Killer. An assassin who will carry out any request without fail. He was once involved in a case I handled.
de Killer:
It's been a while, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Although, I do believe this is our first face-to-face meeting...
Edgeworth:
The real assassin was you all along...!
de Killer:
That is correct. I received a request from a key individual... ...to take the president's life...
Edgeworth:
(I should have seen his face before in the case files... Curses...! I was careless...)
de Killer:
I'm glad I hid a knife inside my bandage before I entered the park. Even though my calculations were a little off.
Edgeworth:
(A knife...? Not a gun?)
de Killer:
Now, Mr. Knightley. Shall we play that game you love so much? Of course, the stakes will be your life.
Knightley:
...What are your demands?
de Killer:
...I want you to relinquish investigative authority back to Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(Investigative authority...?)
Knightley:
Wh-What are you playing at?
de Killer:
I simply want you to allow Edgeworth to continue his investigation.
Kay:
Huh? Why do you want that?
de Killer:
Rooke is an opponent who is connected to me by fate. I would like to discover the truth about his death. When that man died, the investigative authority was transferred to you. I am simply asking you to give it back to this prosecutor. With your life at stake, this really isn't the time to be stubborn.
Knightley:
Why you... You're just using the investigation to get close to the president!
de Killer:
And what if I am? Indeed, in order to continue the investigation... ...it is necessary that we enter the president's plane.
Knightley:
As the leader of the president's bodyguards, I won't allow it!
de Killer:
Oh? I thought you were only second-in-command?
Knightley:
Now that Rooke's gone, I'm in charge!
de Killer:
I'm not sure if you're as capable as Rooke was...
Knightley:
Wh-What are you saying!? I'm totally the leader now!
de Killer:
Very well. In that case, please exercise judgment befitting of a leader. You can lose your life here needlessly, or will you allow the investigation to continue?
Knightley:
Gah...!
Edgeworth:
(He's using the investigation as an excuse? Why would he go to all that trouble? What is this man thinking?)
de Killer:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. I trust you have no objections? Let us continue the investigation.
Edgeworth:
........
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Wh-What should we do, sir?
Edgeworth:
For now, we have no choice but to accept his proposal. At least we'll be able to investigate. But... Listen well, Detective.
Edgeworth:
...I'll use the investigation to buy us time. Meanwhile, gather up all your men. Surround the president's plane so that he can't escape...!
Gumshoe:
...Right! Roger that, sir!
To be continued.
Edgeworth:
The death of the bodyguard Ethan Rooke, and the arrival of Shelly de Killer. A new development in this case has come to light. Under Knightley's direction, the door of the president's plane was opened... After the paramedics attending Mr. Rooke left... ...we set foot inside the plane, one by one...
March 25, 4:15 PMPresident's PlaneOffice
de Killer:
Oh my. Where would the president be?
Knightley:
Who knows...
de Killer:
It seems he's just behind that door. Still a coward, I see.
Knightley:
You think he'd just show himself in front of a hitman!? Ha ha ha ha! Not a chance!
de Killer:
.....Didn't I tell you already? My purpose here is simply to investigate the case. Well then, Mr. Prosecutor. We await your examination of the body.
Edgeworth:
Right... (For now, I have no choice but to obey and continue the investigation. The rest is up to Detective Gumshoe... I'm counting on you!) The attempted assassination of the president became the murder of a bodyguard...
Kay:
He he he... It looks like you could use some help, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Well, I don't deny it, but...
Kay:
See? Exactly! If that's the case, then it can't be helped! Just leave it to the Great Thief Kay Faraday!
Edgeworth:
...Right. So are you saying you can solve this case?
Kay:
Nope!
Edgeworth:
(Said with such certainly...)
Kay:
Instead, I'll stick to being your support! Right, let's get straight to the investigation!
Edgeworth:
(We need to buy time for the police to prepare. I'll need to draw out this investigation for as long as I can...)
Begin Investigation
President's PlaneOffice
Logic
"Six-shot revolver" with "Rooke's gun"
Edgeworth:
(These two guns... They're the exact same model. These guns came from Zheng Fa...)
Assassin's Revolver data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
Looks like all the bodyguards were provided with guns from Zheng Fa.
Edgeworth:
Indeed.
Kay:
Are those guns rare?
Edgeworth:
No. Not particularly. They're not easy to obtain domestically, but it isn't impossible either.
Kay:
What! I thought they might be a treasure!
Edgeworth:
Yes... It's unfortunate.
Kay:
Eh! Mr. Edgeworth, are you talking about treasure!?
Edgeworth:
Not quite... If it was a rare model, it would have been easier to identify. Even evidence can become treasure.
Kay:
I see! Even during your investigations, you search for treasure.
Edgeworth:
Well, I didn't quite say that.
Kay:
Okay! Let's investigate! Where's the treasure?
Edgeworth:
(And suddenly she's motivated.)
"Bulletproof vest" with "Bullet that pierced through"
Edgeworth:
Two bullets were fired, we know that from the number of gunshots. One hit the Steel Samurai's balloon, and the other took Rooke's life.
Kay:
But, didn't a bullet also hit the president's bulletproof vest?
Edgeworth:
Right. It doesn't match up with the number of shots... However, there is one way to solve this.
Kay:
One way?
Edgeworth:
The bullet that stole Rooke's life pierced through his body, and then hit the vest. In other words, Rooke and the President were hit by the same bullet.
Kay:
I see!
Knightley:
...That's right. It'd be dangerous if he hadn't worn that bulletproof vest.
Edgeworth:
Is the president alright? Even while wearing a bulletproof vest, you can still get injured...
Knightley:
Yeah, the bullet's impact can still fracture your bones. But, don't worry, he's fine. The president's trained himself like no other!
Kay:
Maybe the President didn't even need a bulletproof vest!
Edgeworth:
(I think that might be pushing it.) I'd like to examine the bullet. There's a chance there may still be ballistic markings.
Kay:
Ballistic markings? ...What's that?
Edgeworth:
Ballistic markings are always left on a bullet. Each gun leaves a different marking. So if we examine the ballistic markings, we'll know which gun the bullet was fired from. You could say they're like a gun's fingerprints.
Kay:
I get it now! Let's investigate right away!
Knightley:
I think that'd be difficult... The bullet was completely flattened when it hit the bulletproof vest. There's no way you could investigate the ballistic markings.
Kay:
Whaa! I wanted to investigate them.
Bulletproof Vest data updated in my Organizer.
Partner
Kay:
Yeah, what's up?
Notice anything?
Kay:
So there were actually two people who dressed up as the assassin in the red hood...
Edgeworth:
No, it's too early to say for sure at the moment.
Kay:
But there's Mr. de Killer, who's a professional assassin... And then there's Nicole, who aimed the laser pointer at the president... Ungh, this is making my head spin.
Edgeworth:
The reason we cannot see the truth is because something is obstructing it.
Kay:
I get it! If we stole that something, then we'd also be stealing the truth!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. Well, I suppose that's one way to look at it.
About investigating
Kay:
Actually, I've been studying up on investigation techniques.
Edgeworth:
Oh, that sounds promising.
Kay:
First, Examine the evidence and information that you stole! Present the stolen evidence, Connect the stolen information... ...and a new truth will appear for you to steal!
Edgeworth:
.........
Kay:
How was that? I worked really hard at it.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. You get points... for effort, I guess.
The investigation
Kay:
I can't believe a real professional assassin asked us to investigate this case for him...
Edgeworth:
I couldn't agree more. (Just what is he thinking?)
Kay:
In any case, let's continue the investigation. Let's do this for Mr. Rooke's sake as well!
Edgeworth:
...That's not what I said at all.
Kay:
Stealing is an art. I rearranged it to fit my style!
Edgeworth:
(Your version seems to have lost the true essence of my words...)
Assistant's job (appears after connecting bullet logic)
Kay:
Being an assistant sure is hard work.
Edgeworth:
I don't recall ever making you my assistant.
Kay:
On the other hand, being a detective seems really fun. You're so clever, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
...I also don't recall ever becoming a detective.
Kay:
Anyway, if you have a good brain and a pipe in your mouth, you're a detective, right?
Edgeworth:
...I'm not quite sure where you're going with this.
Kay:
However! Think about the job description of an assistant! They carry organizers with them and record information. But you do that all yourself, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(...I shouldn't have asked.)
Present
Kay's Camera Data
Kay:
The truth of the laser pointer was just as we thought... ...but I didn't think that I would end up stealing the truth about Mr. de Killer as well.
Edgeworth:
Yes. It was thanks to you that we were able to spot him.
Kay:
Eheheh... Next time I'll steal something even more amazing!
Edgeworth:
Kay. We've gone over this many times...
Kay:
I know, I know. I'll only steal the truth.
Edgeworth:
...I pray that's true, for your sake.
Crime Scene Notes
Kay:
He was shot just below the armpit...
Edgeworth:
Yes. The bulletproof vest didn't protect that spot.
Kay:
The paramedics didn't arrive in time. Poor Mr. Rooke must have been in a lot of pain...
Edgeworth:
There's no time to feel sad. If we don't find the truth, he will never rest in peace.
Kay:
...Yes! I'll do my best!!
Bulletproof Attaché Case
Kay:
I wish I had something like this. Bulletproof thief bags or bulletproof ninja boots. Maybe Gummy can get me some.
Edgeworth:
A thief who needs those things cannot be called a Great Thief.
Kay:
But the climax usually involved running through a shower of bullets, right? Without the bulletproof goods, the treasure and I would be Swiss cheese!
Edgeworth:
(C-Climax...?)
Bulletproof Vest
Kay:
So this is what a bulletproof vest looks like. It's just a thick old vest... I'm kind of dissapointed.
Edgeworth:
Sorry to disappoint you, but it is a bulletproof "vest" after all.
Kay:
But don't you think it would be cooler if it looked like samurai armor?
Edgeworth:
...It's called a "vest" for a reason.
Kay:
If you're too hung up on the name, then you'll never evolve!
Edgeworth:
(Historically speaking, wouldn't that be a downgrade?)
Orange object
Edgeworth:
It's an inflatable lifeboat with an oar sitting on top. Looks like it's ready to be used at any time.
Kay:
Hey...! There's only one oar!
Edgeworth:
...Well, I guess you could try to paddle with your hands.
Gasmasks
Edgeworth:
Two gas masks lay on the table, ready to protect against poison gas attacks. The president seems to be quite fearful of assassinations.
Kay:
So this is the rumored gas mask. It's my first time seeing the real thing!
Edgeworth:
Rumored? Among the Great Thieves?
Kay:
No, the Jammin' Ninja! The children's program! During Princess Viola's wedding ceremony, the poison-tongued ninja Saimon Kowal...
Edgeworth:
(I should stop listening to her so seriously. ...It never seems to pay off.)
Protective gears
Edgeworth:
It's an assortment of protective gear, from bulletproof vests to hazmat suits.
Kay:
Wow! There's even a space suit!
Edgeworth:
The president seems to be very protective of himself.
Kay:
But... what happens if he gets shot, and then gets exposed to poison gas? And then on top of all that, he gets ejected into space!?
Edgeworth:
...He would probably wear everything that you see here.
Kay:
That... would be a sight to see.
Nicole Swift
Murder suspect
Nicole:
It ain't me. I'm... just a journalist. All I wanted was a scoop, I'd never kill nobody...
Edgeworth:
Well, you still haven't told us why you concealed the parka from us.
Nicole:
W-Well, that's... because I thought y'all would get suspicious...
Edgeworth:
Is that really the only reason?
Nicole:
Ya gotta believe me, Mr. Prosecutor! I didn't do nothin'!
Edgeworth:
...I won't tell you not to worry. But there's no need to be overly frightened. If you truly are innocent, I swear I will prove it.
Nicole:
...Yeah! My mentor DOES believe in me!
Edgeworth:
For the last time, Ms. Swift: I am not your mentor.
Nicole:
Oh yeah... I'm sorry. Mr. Prosecutor, you'll always be my second mentor...
Edgeworth:
(That's not quite what I meant.)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Nicole:
The prosecutor presents his shiny pointy badge and asks... ..."How about a nice cold glass of water..."
Edgeworth:
...I said no such thing.
Nicole:
The detective adds, "Or would you prefer some grape juice instead, pal?"
Edgeworth:
What are you talking about?
Nicole:
*sigh* I'm just gettin' ready for the real deal. ...My interrogation.
Edgeworth:
(Prosecutors don't handle the interrogations...)
Newspaper Article
Nicole:
Guess I'll be the star of tomorrow's headlines...
Edgeworth:
Don't be so hasty, Ms. Swift. The truth has yet to be found. It still hasn't been decided...
Nicole:
"Journalist Is Truly Deadlier Than Her Pen!" "Beautiful Assassin Masquerades as Reporter!" From livin' room to diner, I'll be the talk of the town.
Edgeworth:
(I think those headlines are a little unlikely.)
Nicole's Tape Recorder or Kay's Camera Data
Nicole:
It's just as ya said, I was the one behind them recordings. But... I ain't never...
Edgeworth:
Say no more, Ms. Swift. I'm on your side.
Nicole:
Y-Yer right. I'll pipe down. I'm just... a useless reporter.
Edgeworth:
That's not what I meant. Even if you do not say a word, the evidence will speak for you. The truth is out there... All we have to do is reveal it.
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor...! I reckon I'm gonna use that as my next headline!
Edgeworth:
Umm... sure. (Whatever cheers her up.)
Assassin's Revolver
Nicole:
Suddenly, the prosecutor points the gun at the reporter. I fear that this unlucky reporter will soon find herself at the bottom of the lake...
Edgeworth:
You shouldn't talk like that, save it for when you actually get shot.
Nicole:
......... If I did get shot, I reckon I wouldn't be saying much at all.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. I guess you have a point.
Crime Scene Notes
Nicole:
I'm tellin' ya, I don't know this Rooke fella from Adam! The heck would I shoot him for?
Edgeworth:
He took a bullet meant for the president, and now he's dead.
Nicole:
W-Well, I don't know much at all 'bout the president either!
Edgeworth:
...Then what did you come here for?
Nicole:
I told ya... I had my reasons. Don't make a poor gal spill the beans, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
.........
Nicole:
I-I'm sorry.
Bulletproof Vest
Nicole:
This here bulletproof vest must'a caught the bullet... Look at that dent, I reckon the president must'a been hollerin' like a coyote when he was shot.
Edgeworth:
I hate to keep bringing this up, but the president wasn't the one who got shot.
Nicole:
Just lemme say what I please. Besides... it ain't like my article's gonna get published.
Edgeworth:
(That's not what concerns me.)
Anything else
Nicole:
Against the prosecutor's stern glare and his unrelenting questioning... ...I am at a loss for words...
Edgeworth:
I haven't even done anything yet.
Body
Before examining wound, gun, and briefcase
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining wound, gun, and briefcase
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Body
Edgeworth:
The victim is Ethan Rooke. He was the president's bodyguard.
Kay:
After hearing the gunshots, he immediately evacuated the president into the plane...
Edgeworth:
He gave up his life to fulfill his duties.
Kay:
...Does this mean he'll receive a posthumous promotion?
Edgeworth:
...Kay. There's no need for forced comments.
Kay:
...How did you know?
Edgeworth:
Bodyguards don't follow that promotion system.
Floor
Edgeworth:
There is a square outline cut into the floor. In the gaps, you can see some hinges.
Kay:
This is...! A secret entrance disguised as an escape hatch! Using a rope ladder, the president will make his great escape!
Edgeworth:
...So is he going in, or is he coming out? Which one is it?
Kay:
I just told you! It's a secret entrance for escaping, it's just disguised as an escape hatch... ...Wait, what?
Edgeworth:
(Looks like she confused herself.)
Floor (after examining animal statue)
Edgeworth:
The lever on that strange statue operates this trapdoor.
Kay:
If we pull that lever, they would both fall down. Mr. Rooke... and Mr. de Killer.
de Killer:
Indeed, that would be most unforgivable.
Kay:
I-I wasn't thinking about pulling the lever! It's not like I want to be the hero who caught De Killer.
Edgeworth:
...Kay. Your inner voice is leaking out.
Kay:
...!
Bullet wound
Edgeworth:
The bullet pierced his body (Bullet that pierced through - The bullet went straight through the victim's body. Where did it go?), just below his armpit. Unfortunately, he was hit in an area his bulletproof vest didn't cover...
Kay:
It really seems like a well-aimed shot...
Edgeworth:
The cause of death was most likely blood loss. The bleeding has stopped...
Crime Scene Notes jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
That paramedics were called to treat Mr. Rooke, right?
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid they didn't make it in time...
Bullet wound (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
The bullet pierced his body, just below his armpit. The cause of death was most likely blood loss. The bleeding has stopped...
Kay:
It was too late... for both him and the paramedics.
Gun
Edgeworth:
It seems the victim also carried a gun.
Kay:
Did he try to shoot something?
Edgeworth:
He may have drawn it out instinctively to return fire. (We need to check to see if the gun has fired any bullets.) ...Hm. It's still fully loaded. There's no evidence of any shots being fired. This gun is also from Zheng Fa, right?
Knightley:
Ah, yeah. We were always issued the same model revolver (Rooke's gun - Hasn't fired a single shot. Manufactured in Zheng Fa. A six-shot revolver.).
Gun (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
It's the victim's pistol. It hasn't fired a single shot.
Kay:
Looks like Zheng Fa's bodyguards all carried the same type of gun. Mr. Rooke... Did he try to shoot something?
Edgeworth:
He may have drawn it out instinctively to return fire.
Opened briefcase
Edgeworth:
This is a bulletproof attaché case. It's a tool bodyguards use to protect themselves from bullets. It can be seen in Kay's photo. (It seems Rooke and Knightley both had one.)
Bulletproof Attaché Case data jotted down in my Organizer.
Kay:
Ah! That's the scene I stole on film!
Edgeworth:
...You didn't do anything illegal in taking this.
Kay:
Anywhere, anytime, I'm always in the mood to steal!
Edgeworth:
You just wanted to use the word "steal", didn't you?
Kay:
He he he. Have I been caught?
Opened briefcase (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
It's the attaché case the bodyguards were using. This tool protects them from bullets... Unfortunately, it didn't seems to help this time.
Kay:
It's in the photo I took... It appears that both Mr. Rooke and Mr. Knightley each had one of these.
Door
Edgeworth:
The president is just beyond this door...
Kay:
This door...! I'm getting a sense that it's challenging me!
Edgeworth:
...Kay. There's no need to feel challenged by a door.
Kay:
But, look at how big it is! All those electronic locks! It's challenging me to unlock it!
Edgeworth:
Calm down and think it over. What is the purpose of a key?
Kay:
What is the purpose... To unlock treasure?
Edgeworth:
That's right, to unlock treasure...
Kay:
...
Edgeworth:
(...Was that the right answer?)
De Killer threatening Knightley
de Killer:
...I have high hopes for you. Please ensure you do not disappoint me.
Understood?
de Killer:
How is your investigation progressing?
Edgeworth:
There is no need for concern. It is proceeding smoothly.
de Killer:
...You remember how much I detest betrayal.
Edgeworth:
All too well.
de Killer:
...I thought you would. So please, don't do anything you'll regret.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... I have no choice but to obey him for now.)
The assassination
Knightley:
This is nuts! I'm being used to get an assassin onto the president's plane!
de Killer:
If we didn't enter the plane, the investigation would have come to an end.
Knightley:
You're not fooling anymore! I know what you're after!
de Killer:
I believe I've already said that my only interest is the nature of Rooke's death.
Edgeworth:
But, what about the person who hired you to assassinate the president?
de Killer:
...Perhaps you have forgotten.
Knightley:
Ugh... Gah, agh!
de Killer:
I have no intent to carry out a job I deem futile...
Edgeworth:
Ngh... Very well, let's continue the investigation!
de Killer:
Splendid. I have the utmost faith in your abilities, Mr. Prosecutor.
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
de Killer:
This is the first time I've seen one in person. Is that your license? I myself...
Kay:
Y-You mean... There's actually a license to kill?!
de Killer:
There isn't one, actually. However, if you insist...
Kay:
D-Don't worry about it! That's one truth I don't need to steal, Mr. de Killer.
Edgeworth:
(Even a Great Thief's pride is nothing before the presence of a professional killer.)
Newspaper Article
de Killer:
......... ...You're a very bad man, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Err...
de Killer:
If it's about a job request, we can talk about it later...
Edgeworth:
(Wh-Wh-What's he talking about?)
Security Plans (after deducing)
Knightley:
You... Where'd you get that?
Edgeworth:
...If I'm not mistaken, this is the security plan for today's event.
Knightley:
......... Yeah, that's right. It outlines where Rooke and I were stationed. If only I'd been in his position, then I'd be the one who...
Edgeworth:
(It appears this man has a complex of sorts regarding Rooke.)
Assassin's Revolver
de Killer:
...This has no class. It's lacking in intelligence as well as refinement. Most importantly... It lacks "honor."
Edgeworth:
In what would can one consider a murder weapon to be honorable?
de Killer:
...Prosecutor Edgeworth. I do not share your sentiment.
Edgeworth:
Do you actually believe there is...
Kay:
Yes! Of course there is! Don't be rude, Mr. Edgeworth. Apologize to the man!
Edgeworth:
(Wh-Why must I apologize!?)
Red Raincoat
de Killer:
This single piece of evidence was all it took for you to track me down. ...I'm impressed.
Edgeworth:
This raincoat was found stuffed under the food stalls...
de Killer:
I did not want you to mistake me for the assassin... It seems my worries were unfounded. Since you also single-handedly uncovered the identity of the other red hooded figure. ...After that, can you honestly tell me you still lack faith in your deductive reasoning?
Edgeworth:
(De Killer seems to be telling the truth...)
Crime Scene Notes
Knightley:
I bet even Rooke had no idea. That he'd meet his end at the hands of that little lady!
de Killer:
...Silence.
Knightley:
Urgh... Wh...Why you...!
de Killer:
Mr. Prosecutor, please continue.
Edgeworth:
...Yes. (What is this man thinking?)
Anything else
Knightley:
Is that gonna solve the case?
de Killer:
Unlikely. But keep in mind, we're dealing with Prosecutor Edgeworth here... He must have given it a lot of thought. ...A lot of thought, indeed.
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, of course. (I shouldn't provoke him.)
Monitors
Edgeworth:
The internal and external views of the plane are being monitored by these monitors.
Before examining doll
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining doll
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Monitors
Edgeworth:
These monitors show the cockpit and the aircraft's exterior... There doesn't seem to be anything out of place.
Center monitor
Edgeworth:
This monitor shows what's happening in this room.
Kay:
They've got some pretty good tech.
Edgeworth:
Is that so? I don't know much about these types of things...
Kay:
It even captures the fine lines around your eyes, Mr. Edgeworth! Oops, my bad. Those are the usual wrinkles on your forehead...
Edgeworth:
...Kay. Is that all you wanted to say?
Doll
Edgeworth:
What's this... thing?
Knightley:
Oh, that's the president's precious stuffed animal. I don't really get it, but it's some kind of keepsake. Don't touch it!
Edgeworth:
Precious? That's unexpected...
Kay:
Hey, it kinda looks like there's been a break-in...
Edgeworth:
(Indeed, the area it stands on does look a bit unnatural. Hm? Are those glass shards underneath the stuffed animal? This unnatural empty space... Perhaps... Was there another monitor here?)
Security Monitors data jotted down in my Organizer.
Doll (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
It's the president's precious stuffed animal. It seems to be a memento of some kind. Glass shards have fallen underneath...
Desk
Before examining bulletproof vest and deducing documents
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
After examining bulletproof vest and deducing documents
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Documents
Edgeworth:
Are these some kind of official documents?
Kay:
I know it's a bit rude, but let's take a peek inside!
Edgeworth:
Hmm. This seems to be a security plan.
Kay:
Ah! This looks like the one we found earlier in the trash can!
Edgeworth:
Yes, it does. (But... what's this? Something seems out of place...)
Security plans
Edgeworth:
It certainly is a very sketchy drawing...
Kay:
Um, this... seems to be a security plan document.
Edgeworth:
If so, we obtained something like this earlier. Hm? Something's different about this one. Could it be... (Perhaps I should try deducing.)
Deduce
Deduce knight or castle and present Security Plans
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"What's this...? The details of the security plans were changed?"
Otherwise
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
Look! There's a clear contradiction here!
Kay:
........Eh? A-Ahah! The ink is smudged!
Edgeworth:
...........
Kay:
Just joking. Here, alright? The printing alignment is a bit off... Oh... I'm sorry. I need to work harder at following your lead.
Edgeworth:
N-No, it's fine. It's not your fault... (I should think this over once more.)
Edgeworth:
What's this...? The details of the security plans were changed?
Kay:
Eh? ...Aah! You're right!
Knightley:
Yeah. That's right. It was changed yesterday. President's orders...
Edgeworth:
Why the sudden change?
Knightley:
Because... two days ago, De Killer attacked the president. He disguised himself as a bodyguard. Rooke was the first to notice. He had already gotten close to the president. Rooke managed to stop him just in the nick of time. Rooke grabbed his left arm and twisted it! And then he fired one bullet, square into his left arm!
Kay:
What were you doing at that time, Mr. Knightley?
Knightley:
I-I was...
de Killer:
If I remember correctly, the first person I took out that day was you...
Kay:
Oops. Was that a touchy subject?
Knightley:
...Shut up!
Edgeworth:
(So back then...)
Doe:
Your neck injury has yet to heal, and you've already forgotten?
Knightley:
N-No...! Not you, not now!
Knightley:
Since that day, I haven't been able to turn my head right. It sucks.
de Killer:
To think that I would suffer an injury... Ethan Rooke... You could say he was a most capable individual. ...Unlike this man here.
Knightley:
Tsk! What's so different about me and Rooke?
de Killer:
I believe you're about as different as a pawn and a queen.
Knightley:
What!?
Edgeworth:
So you remembered Rooke's name because he was highly capable...
de Killer:
Correct. While disguised as a bodyguard, I happened to hear his name. There was no way I could forget that name. Only a select few have ever been able to injure me.
Edgeworth:
(So this was the "connection" De Killer was talking about...)
Knightley:
The security arrangements were changed... ...so that De Killer would not be able to sneak in as a bodyguard again. Only the president's two most trusted subordinates would accompany him on the stage. In short, me and Rooke...
Security Plans data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
It appears your positions were also changed.
Kay:
That's true! He's now on the right side!
Knightley:
'Cuz I can't turn my head to the right. My position got changed to the president's left side... In other words, I was relocated to the right side of the stage (Knightley's position - His head couldn't turn right. Plans were altered so he could stand on the right side.).
Documents (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
We found a security plan among those documents. Earlier, we found something similar in the trash.
Security plans (after deducing)
Kay:
So the horse symbol is Mr. Knightley, and the castle is Mr. Rooke, right?
Edgeworth:
It's a knight and a rook. They're based off chess pieces.
Kay:
Hmm. So it's a chess game between the criminal and the bodyguards... ...and Mr. Knightley, who can't move his neck, powers up by crowning himself!
Edgeworth:
Kay, knights can't crown themselves in chess.
Kay:
Then, when the King's in danger, he can send in additional bodyguards as reinforcements!
Edgeworth:
Kay, you can't just send in "reinforcements" in chess.
Kay:
Ehhh. Well, why don't we just steal all the other side's chess pieces?
Edgeworth:
Kay, that's now how chess is played.
Bulletproof vest
Kay:
That's a heavy looking vest. The president's clothes must be made from some special fabric!
Edgeworth:
...Indeed. It's to protect against bullets.
Kay:
Wow! It even does that!?
Edgeworth:
Naturally. This is a bulletproof vest (Bulletproof vest - Found on top of the desk. A bullet is embedded in it. Was this the president's?) after all.
Kay:
Ah! So that's what it is! This is the first time I've seen one! You could've said something earlier! That really surprised me!
Bulletproof vest (subsequent times)
Kay:
This is a bulletproof vest! You wear it to protect yourself from bullets! There seems to be a bullet stuck in here!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What was that all of a sudden?
Kay:
Eheheh. I've always wanted to describe things like you do.
Edgeworth:
...Kay. I don't talk like that.
Animal statue
Edgeworth:
A strange decoration based off some strange animal is staring at me with its strange eyes.
Kay:
There's a lever on this stage! See, right here on its butt!
de Killer:
...That would be most unforgivable.
Kay:
Eh! Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything by it!
de Killer:
That lever most likely operates the trapdoor underneath my feet.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, then... (That hatch is actually a pitfall trap.)
de Killer:
I hope you understand... It would be in your best interest not to pull that lever.
Edgeworth:
(When a killer talks about your best interests, it would be wise to do as he says.)
Security alarms
Edgeworth:
It's a collection of colorful personal security alarms. They all seem to have been used before.
Kay:
The president... He sure is a nice guy! He bought these security alarms to protect his wife and kids!
Edgeworth:
Then why would he leave them all here? It's obvious that they're for his own personal use.
Kay:
Objection! A single person can't carry that many security alarms! Because... A person only has two hands!
Edgeworth:
(That objection... is worth zero points.)
Life preserver
Edgeworth:
A sturdy life preserver rests against the table. It is an essential lifesaving tool. I suppose this is a precaution in case someone accidentally falls into the ocean.
Kay:
The ocean, huh... Hey Mr. Edgeworth, how about we go together sometime?
Edgeworth:
If you want to go, just go by yourself.
Kay:
Aw, don't be such a party pooper! Let's go visit the ocean! Think about the hot dogs and the shaved ice. It'll be delicious!
Edgeworth:
...You just want to go to the ocean to eat.
Bird cage
Edgeworth:
Next to the riot shield, there's a canary in a cage.
Kay:
Aww, it's so cute! I want one to be my partner!
Edgeworth:
...Partner?
Kay:
Of course, it can help me open locks and do other odd jobs at the crime scene. A Great Thief should always use nature to her advantage!
Edgeworth:
(I've heard of canaries being used to detect poison gas. Don't tell me...)
Examine evidence
Laser pointer on Assassin's Revolver
Edgeworth:
This would be... a laser pointer. A device you attach to a gun to help you aim.
Chamber on Assassin's Revolver
Edgeworth:
This gun fired two bullets? That matches the number of gunshots heard... It seems this is the murder weapon.
Grip of Assassin's Revolver
Edgeworth:
This would be the grip. I've held the grip of several guns in the past, but... ...it's never been a very pleasant feeling.
Hood on Red Raincoat
Kay:
Wow, this raincoat is really red! Almost seems like a bullfight will beak out any moment now!
Edgeworth:
You know, in a real bullfight, what causes the reaction... ...is not the red colour, but the fluttering movements of the cloth.
Kay:
Ah, so then the bull would be aiming right at you, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Kay... you're not in a position to say that about others...
(Connecting all possible Logic, examining briefcase and doll, and deducing security plans leads to:)
de Killer:
...Now then. I've grown weary of this investigation.
Edgeworth:
(Ngh... Still no sign of Detective Gumshoe!)
de Killer:
Mr. Prosecutor, have you uncovered the truth yet?
Edgeworth:
...No. Not yet.
de Killer:
I see. In that case, would you like to speak with someone who is involved in the incident?
Edgeworth:
Someone... involved in the incident?
Kay:
Y-You mean...!
de Killer:
Is there not one more witness? ...Just behind those doors.
Edgeworth:
(Of course, the President himself!)
de Killer:
Well, Mr. Prosecutor. Please do the honors and summon the witness here.
Knightley:
There's no chance in hell I'm letting that happen! You think you can just summon the President like a witness in court? Hah!
de Killer:
......... Mr. President. I'm sure you are watching all this through your security cameras. Would you kindly grace us with your presence? That is, if you value your bodyguard's life...
Knightley:
Grr...
..........
..........
..........
de Killer:
...I see. Mr. President. What sort of a man leaves another to die on his behalf?
Knightley:
M-Mr. President! S-Stop it! Take it easy! Hey!
Edgeworth:
(Still nothing! Come on, Detective Gumshoe!)
Kay:
Ahhhhh!
Edgeworth:
(What...!? The lights!)
de Killer:
My apologies, Mr. Prosecutor. But I wouldn't try anything if I were you. It seems I am unable to reach the President. Even with Mr. Knightley's life...
Knightley:
S-Stop! Ugh!
Kay:
Ahhh!
Edgeworth:
Kay! De Killer, you...!
de Killer:
However... I have already seen the truth.
Edgeworth:
(Where... Where is he...?) Oof!
de Killer:
I leave the rest in your hands, Mr. Prosecutor...
......Edge... ...Mr. Edgeworth...!
Edgeworth:
(D-Detective Gumshoe...?)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Sir!
March 25, 4:45 PMPresident's PlaneOffice
Edgeworth:
(Did... Did I pass out...?)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Thank goodness you're safe!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Are you OK?
Edgeworth:
Kay! What about you?
Kay:
I just woke up myself. My head's throbbing a bit, but it's no big deal!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! What happened to De Killer?
Gumshoe:
Ms. Swift came running out of the plane... She told us De Killer made a run for it, but... ...we were too late, sir. We heard from that bodyguard... ...that the emergency lifeboat over there had been stolen. He's probably at the other side of the lake by now, sir.
Edgeworth:
Didn't you seal off the park?
Gumshoe:
The police were all called back to surround the plane. Right now, there's no one guarding the opposite shore...
Edgeworth:
Ngh... that means he succeeded in giving us the slip.
Gumshoe:
Sure seems that way, sir.
Knightley:
...Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Horace Knightley... It seems you also had a narrow escape.
Knightley:
Yeah, that sucked. That punk!
Gumshoe:
Come to think of it... We found this near where you fell, sir.
Edgeworth:
This is... De Killer's calling card...
Gumshoe:
Looks like a message from him.
Calling Card data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
He always leaves this card next to his victim's body.
Gumshoe:
But you're not dead, sir?
Edgeworth:
...Perhaps this signifies something similar to a killing. (Which reminds me, the last thing he said still bothers me.)
de Killer:
However... I have already seen the truth. I leave the rest in your hands, Mr. Prosecutor...
Edgeworth:
(Seen the truth? What did he mean?)
Knightley:
...Yeah. It's safe now.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What was that?)
Knightley:
...The president will be making his entrance now.
Edgeworth:
The president...!?
Huang:
........
Edgeworth:
(This man is the president of Zheng Fa, Di-Jun Huang!)
Huang:
...You are?
Edgeworth:
It is an honor to meet you. My name is Miles Edgeworth. I am a prosecutor.
Huang:
I am Di-Jun Huang. I have heard of your deeds. You saved my country from a great crisis.
Edgeworth:
(Is he referring to the Yatagarasu case...?) I was simply solving a murder, nothing more.
Huang:
...Such modesty. I have been observing your investigation. An astounding performance. ...Despite allowing De Killer to get away.
Edgeworth:
Thank you very much. (So he was watching through the security cameras...)
Huang:
...However. I regret that it ends here.
Edgeworth:
! What do you mean...?
Huang:
........ Heed my words! Foolish prosecutor! You should have already been informed! By Knightley...! This investigation will be handed over to the esteemed police force of Zheng Fa!
Edgeworth:
(Now that De Killer is gone, they intend to take over the investigation!)
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal! What're you doing! And what's with that attitude!? It's because of De Killer and Mr. Edgeworth that...
Edgeworth:
Enough, Detective! ...Mr. President. I cannot agree to this. Why must this investigation be handed over to your country's police?
Huang:
Why... you say? Know your place! Puny prosecutor! Must I explain my actions? Nay! ...I think not! You shall hand over all the evidence you've found so far and leave this plane at once.
Knightley:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Be a good boy and do as you're told.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...! (I... cannot resist any longer...!)
All the evidence handed over to Knightley.
Edgeworth:
(Why? Why won't he allow me to investigate this case any further?)
Huang:
...Now then, would you kindly take your leave? Knightley! Place the suspect under firm restraint.
Knightley:
I'm on it! Mr. President!
Huang:
An attempt on my life, the murder of my subordinate! Such evil! Such sin!
Nicole:
I-I... I! I didn't kill nobody! I swear...!
Knightley:
Shut your trap, lady.
Nicole:
Uhn... Uhn...
Huang:
You dare question me! You dare stain this world with deceit! Should we pardon this sin? Nay! Absolutely not! It is most unforgivable! My reasons being...
Edgeworth:
(There's no mistake. The president is hiding something. If I turn back now, the truth will be lost forever.)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Is there nothing you can do?
Edgeworth:
........ (I remember... The countless times I've faced this dilemma in the courtroom. The lies of the witness. The rebuttals of the defense. I did not always have evidence to counter them... Nonetheless, I was still able to draw out the truth from them. That's right... My words alone are my weapons!)
Edgeworth:
Now then... Let's analyze the situation.
2 CHESS PIECES
Huang:
Leave this place at once! This is a direct order from the president himself!
Edgeworth:
(He's not even listening. Any rebuttal I give, he cuts off. When he has that forceful attitude, I'll need to watch the situation carefully...) My opponent is the president of Zheng Fa. I don't think he'll show any weakness easily. His words may be overbearing... but I need not be intimidated. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions. First... I'll start by asking about his reasons for taking over the investigation. Now, let's begin! A good opening line will put me at an advantage.
Begin Logic Chess
Who's taking over the investigation?
Edgeworth:
Please, allow ne to confirm something about the investigation...
Huang:
Nay! I don't recall granting you permission to speak!
No, allow me to speak freely!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Huang:
Nonsense! You're just wasting my time with pointless chatter!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a needless statement.) I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Huang:
I am the president of Zheng Fa. You shall not talk back to me.
Edgeworth:
I'm not talking back. I am simply asking for confirmation. This investigation will be taken over by the police of your country. Is that correct?
Huang:
Exactly. That is all I will say! Restrain yourself from making any more unnecessary comments!
You think I will restrain myself?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Huang:
Nonsense! You're just wasting my time with pointless chatter!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a needless statement.) I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Huang:
Hmph. That's enough. Being on this plane is tantamount to being on my country's soil. You cannot do as you please.
Edgeworth:
(This plane...? Is there something significant about this place? I should remember this clue.)
Who's taking over the investigation? (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Explain your reasons!
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to explain your reasons for depriving us of our right to investigate.
Huang:
Impudent fool! Hold your tongue! There is no reason! That should be enough of an explanation for you!
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. Let me try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Hm. Perhaps that clue may be useful here."
Edgeworth:
Hm. Perhaps that clue may be useful here.
Is it connected to this place?
Leads to:
"Gathering from what you've said so far..."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Huang:
If you have nothing to say, begone! You're wasting my time!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... It seems I should have been more a bit more decisive there... I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Gathering from what you've said so far... Does that forceful attitude of yours have some connection to this place?
Huang:
...Hmph. You insolent...
Edgeworth:
Earlier, you said that being on this plane is like being on your country's soil. From those words, I was able to deduce the answer. Namely, that is... You wish to claim extraterritorial rights inside this plane. Am I correct?
Huang:
That's enough! I shall brook no insolence!
You seem unsettled.
Leads to:
"Your words are forceful... but I cannot overlook them."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Huang:
If you have nothing to say, begone! You're wasting my time!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... It seems I should have been more a bit more decisive there... I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Your words are forceful... but I cannot overlook them. The moment I mentioned extraterritorial rights... Your face grow pale.
1 PIECE BROKEN
Huang:
...... In light of your brazen courage, I shall grant you an answer. That's right. I am claiming extraterritorial rights inside this place. However! What does that change? You are still powerless! There is nothing you can do about it!
Edgeworth:
I see. Under international law, the plane would be considered part of Zheng Fa. How convenient. ......Hmph. If he wishes to stake this claim... Then I shall question its validity. The next move will decide the outcome. He may be the president, but there is a hole in his logic. Let me break it wide open!
Is your claim valid?
Edgeworth:
I challenge the validity of your claim to extraterritorial rights.
Huang:
Do you truly understand... What it is you're saying?
Edgeworth:
Of course. And I stand by it.
Huang:
You dare doubt my words... You have no shame!
What should I be ashamed of?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Huang:
Nonsense! You're just wasting my time with pointless chatter!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a needless statement.) I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
You're the shameful one!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Huang:
Nonsense! You're just wasting my time with pointless chatter!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a needless statement.) I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Huang:
Such irredeemable ignorance. It troubles me greatly.
Edgeworth:
There is no need to worry. I do not need to be saved. It is Ms. Swift whom I wish to save from these false charges that you have laid against her.
Huang:
I admire your tenacity. However! Your wish is unattainable. The extraterritoriality laws are unshakable. This plane is Zheng Fa territory!
Before obtaining clue
Edgeworth:
I don't have enough clues to proceed with this line of questioning. I should try another line of attack.
Leads back to first
After obtaining clue
Leads to:
"Hmm. It's time to use that clue."
Aren't you being too forceful?
Edgeworth:
Permit me to say this... Don't you feel that your actions are too forceful?
Huang:
Who asked for your opinion? All you need to do is obey!
You think I will obey you?
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Huang:
Nonsense! You're just wasting my time with pointless chatter!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a needless statement.) I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Huang:
"Forceful" is the wrong word. It is authority. Leadership!
Edgeworth:
So you arrested Ms. Swift because you felt you had the authority to do so?
Huang:
Yes! That girl is a criminal! There is no room for dispute!
No, there is plenty I could say!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Huang:
Nonsense! You're just wasting my time with pointless chatter!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a needless statement.) I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
You're right, she is a criminal!
Edgeworth:
Haven't you realized it yet? I have you cornered!
Huang:
Nonsense! You're just wasting my time with pointless chatter!
Edgeworth:
(Argh... That was a needless statement.) I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
Wait and see.
Leads to:
"......"
Edgeworth:
......
Huang:
The shooting took place outside the plane. Only she could have done it!
Edgeworth:
(...That's it! The shooting occurred outside the plane. This could be a very important clue.)
Aren't you being too forceful? (after obtaining clue)
Edgeworth:
I've run this line of questioning to its conclusion... Let's try another line of attack.
Edgeworth:
Hmm. It's time to use that clue.
The gun came from outside.
Leads to:
"Indeed, I do not question your extraterritorial rights inside this plane."
Wait and see.
Edgeworth:
........
Huang:
If you have nothing to say, begone! You're wasting my time!
Edgeworth:
Mmph... It seems I should have been more a bit more decisive there... I must not be intimidated by his words. If I observe his behavior closely, I should be able to read his emotions.
Leads back to first
Edgeworth:
Indeed, I do not question your extraterritorial rights inside this plane. ...However! You just claimed that the shooting took place "outside the plane". Yes! If it didn't happen inside the plane, extraterritorial laws do not apply! Your claim has fallen apart! Ms. Swift's arrest is invalid!
1 PIECE BROKEN
Huang:
Grrrrrrrrrrrgh! I-Impossible! To be bested by a mere prosecutor...! I am the presideeent!
Edgeworth:
Checkmate, Mr. President.
Logic Chess Complete
Edgeworth:
Mr. President... Will you allow us to continue with our investigation?
Huang:
...Nngh. I... yield. I will allow it! My heart is generous. My heart is tolerant and merciful. Therefore! As such... ......Certainly! Thus, we shall... ....It is our duty! For a most noble cause... ...Gentlemen! Now is the time! I, the President of Zheng Fa, for the sake of the investigation...
Kay:
This guy sure likes beating around the bush.
Edgeworth:
Knightley. We have received the President's permission. Could you return our evidence?
Knightley:
...Tsk. Here.
Knightley returned all of the evidence.
Kay:
You did it, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Now we can resume the investigation.
Knightley:
Heh! It's funny how happy you are just because I gave you your "precious" pieces back! Now let's see how well you use them.
Edgeworth:
Hm. Pay attention, then. Here is my next move... ...Mr. President. May I make one more request of you?
Huang:
Hm?
Edgeworth:
Would you please testify about the moment of the incident?
Huang:
...Testify?
Knightley:
Hey, hey! Hold on a sec! THAT'S your next move!? Isn't that the sort of thing you'd leave to the courts!?
Edgeworth:
Naturally, it's a courtroom procedure. However, I'd still like to hear what he has to say. If he refuses to cooperate with the investigation... ...he will have to give a clear reason.
Knightley:
Th-That's...
Edgeworth:
Is there something wrong?
Knightley:
......
Huang:
...Knightley. Stand down. I shall grant the honorable Prosecutor's request.
Edgeworth:
I thank you for your cooperation.
Huang:
...Now, heed my words!
-- President's Testimony --
Huang:
Where was I when the incident occurred? Ah, yes. The stage.
Then! Rooke and Knightley suddenly appeared and stood in front of me!
After that, I heard a gunshot and a red balloon bursting!
And so! Those two attempted to escort me into the plane!
But then... the second gunshot!
The bullet pierced through Rooke's body and struck my bulletproof vest!
Kay:
If that's the case, then the president's a victim too, right?
Edgeworth:
It was an assassination attempt. Mr. Rooke just happened to get caught up in it, unfortunately.
Kay:
But isn't it strange? Why would the victim want to interrupt the investigation?
Edgeworth:
Of course. If this becomes public, it would cause problems.
Gumshoe:
I see! There's still some deep, dark secret behind this case, right!?
Edgeworth:
(Certainly the president, and perhaps Knightley, too, know of this "secret". Without fail, I shall reveal it for all to see!)
Rebuttal
-- President's Testimony --
Huang:
Where was I when the incident occurred? Ah, yes. The stage.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you aware of just how serious this incident is?
Huang:
You naïve man! Did you think I would be perturbed by that question!? Of course! I am well aware that a coward attempted to shoot me! At the time, I was on the stage delivering my speech!
Huang:
Then! Rooke and Knightley suddenly appeared and stood in front of me!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Did you realize there was a shooter when they appeared in front of you?
Huang:
What was I doing at that time? Ah, yes! The speech! During my speech, I was in a euphoric state! A state of nothingness and enlightenment!
Kay:
So... You got nervous and you blanked out?
Huang:
Nay! I have not forgotten a single occurrence that transpired during my speech! When Rooke and Knightley appeared in front of me, I was surprised!
Huang:
After that, I heard a gunshot and a red balloon bursting!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
A red balloon?
Huang:
You try my patience, Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
That was not my intention. I just want to make sure your recollections are reliable.
Huang:
Hmph! There were balloons on both sides of the stage! Swelling red in the cloudy sky... As laid out in the security plan!
Edgeworth:
(The security plans... Ah, the one from the bag...)
Huang:
They stepped in front of me just before the balloon burst!
Present Steel Samurai Balloon
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"A red balloon burst...?"
Huang:
And so! Those two attempted to escort me into the plane!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
..."Attempted" to escort you? What actually happened?
Huang:
That's right, "attempted". Rooke and Knightley raised their attaché cases...
Edgeworth:
(That's the moment shown in Kay's photo.)
Huang:
They led me towards the plane!
Huang:
But then... the second gunshot!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
What happened after the second gunshot?
Huang:
Pitiful Prosecutor! If you don't know that much, you're not fit for duty!
Kay:
Mfph...! What's that supposed to mean?
Huang:
I grow weary of needless repetition! It should be quite obvious! ...Even you should know the path of the second bullet!
Huang:
The bullet pierced through Rooke's body and struck my bulletproof vest!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
When the bullet hit, what condition was the victim in?
Huang:
Ohh! He was truly a man among men! Still groaning from the bullet's impact, he grabbed hold of me... ...and dashed into the plane!
Edgeworth:
So you entered the plane along with the victim?
Huang:
I am to be protected... Rooke was to protect me! That was his role!
Gumshoe:
He speaks firmly... But it feels like he's just dodging the question, sir.
Edgeworth:
He's a president. That's to be expected.
Kay:
Umm... There doesn't seem to be anything out of place...
Gumshoe:
Since he's also a victim... He wouldn't have a reason to lie, sir. So, what he's said should be nothing but the truth...
Edgeworth:
On the contrary, there is one point that stands out to me as odd. Try to recall the state of the crime scene.
Kay:
Ehh!? Really...? S-Show me the evidence!
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps I should review it one more time.)
Edgeworth:
A red balloon burst...? I'm afraid that's not the case.
Huang:
What?
Edgeworth:
Please have a look at this piece of evidence. Can you see... what has burst?
Huang:
Nuoooooooooooh! Th-This is...! ...What, exactly?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. It's the Steel Samurai, Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo. You'd do well to remember it. If you wish to win the support of this nation's people!
Kay:
And don't forget the rival show, The Jammin' Ninja!
Edgeworth:
The balloon that was ruptured by the bullet was no ordinary red balloon! It was a Steel Samurai balloon!
Huang:
......? But according to the plans, there should have been two red balloons... It says so right here in this security plan.
Kay:
It certainly looks like there are only two round balloons drawn here.
Huang:
Knightley! What is the meaning of this!? Explain at once!
Knightley:
Yes, sir! That Steel Samurai balloon was a last minute replacement.
Edgeworth:
Replacement...?
Knightley:
That's what we were told. Seems that information didn't make it to the president. We ran into a little trouble during setup last night. One of the balloons that we had prepared burst.
Kay:
So, you scrambled to find a replacement?
Knightley:
Exactly. We just happened to run into a guy manning a stand in the park. He said he'd lend us the Steel Samurai balloon. He was... kind of a poser.
Edgeworth:
(A stand, a Steel Samurai balloon, and a poser...)
Knightley:
We pumped air into its red samurai pants, to create a makeshift balloon.
Edgeworth:
So the Steel Samurai balloon looked just like an ordinary red balloon. Is that what you mean?
Huang:
Knightley! Why was I not informed of this?
Knightley:
Sir! I'm terribly sorry. I didn't think it was important enough to report...
Edgeworth:
Couldn't you tell by just looking at it?
Huang:
Hmm... I did not notice it.
Edgeworth:
(So he mistook the Steel Samurai's pants for an ordinary balloon?) Was there a reason why you made that mistake...?
Huang:
...Oooh!
Edgeworth:
(Wh-What now?)
Huang:
A moment please. I just remembered now... I could not see the balloon very well.
Edgeworth:
You couldn't see it?
Huang:
Exactly. At the time, the wind was strong. The flags on the stage were fluttering wildly, and they obstructed my view.
Edgeworth:
The flags?
Huang:
Did you not see the flags that were set up on both sides of the stage? Due to the strong wind, they were waving about. Just like this...
Edgeworth:
(So a strong wind was blowing at the time of the incident. The flags were fluttering wildly... Is there a problem with that?)
There is a problem
Leads to:
"President Huang. You have my gratitude."
There is no problem
Edgeworth:
There's nothing... particularly wrong with that.
Huang:
Exactly. Because of the flags, I could not see the balloon. I did not realize it until I was informed of the fact. I assumed it was just an ordinary red balloon.
Kay:
H-Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! Are you just going to let the president get away like that?
Edgeworth:
Ungh, but... The president's statement...
Kay:
He refuses to testify and interferes with our investigation. That's reaaaaally suspicious!
Edgeworth:
(Let me rethink this through one more time.)
Leads back to:
"(So a strong wind was blowing at the time of the incident.)"
Edgeworth:
President Huang. You have my gratitude. Your testimony has helped uncover a new contradiction.
Huang:
A contradiction... you say?
Edgeworth:
Yes, one that turns the very foundation of this case on its head...! (During my investigation, there was no wind at the crime scene, so the flags remained still... However, the flags were actually fluttering in the strong wind... This completely changes the meaning of that piece of evidence...!) Which evidence contradicts the state of the crime scene?
Present Bullet's Trajectory
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The gunshot rang out during the president's speech. The bullet struck the balloon..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This is the evidence...!
Kay:
...that turns the case...
Gumshoe:
...on its head...
Knightley:
Hey, Edgeworth! Do you even know how to use your "pieces"? The one that's been taken is yours!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh...! (I must have evidence that shows the situation at the time of the incident. First, I need to think back to the president's testimony and compare it.)
Leads back to:
"(During my investigation, there was no wind at the crime scene, so the flags remained still...)"
Edgeworth:
The gunshot rang out during the president's speech. The bullet struck the balloon... ...and also pierced through the national flag. I had previously deduced the bullet's trajectory using these facts. The assassin fired the bullet from the left side of the audience area... However, if the flags were fluttering about like so, my reasoning changes!
Kay:
Ahh! Since the flag's position has changed...
Edgeworth:
Correct. The bullet's trajectory must also change.
Huang:
.........!
Edgeworth:
And if we trace the trajectory of the bullet, we can tell who fired the shot.
Kay:
Eh? But, Mr. Edgeworth! That person is...!
Edgeworth:
(Indeed... I still don't understand why. However, it can be none other than him.) By tracing the bullet's path, who was the person who fired the gun?
Present Horace Knightley profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The person who shot the balloon... was none other than you, Horace Knightley!"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
The bullet's trajectory points to this person!
Huang:
Ah... so the murder weapon was not a gun, but a boomerang.
Knightley:
That's it... With that kind of trajectory, it could only have been a boomerang.
Huang:
Well then, Prosecutor! Show us this murder weapon!
Knightley:
He he heh... You really got something like that?!
Edgeworth:
(There's no need to consider the impossible. I only need to follow the bullet's path! And after that...)
Leads back to:
"By tracing the bullet's path, who was the person who fired the gun?"
Edgeworth:
The person who shot the balloon... was none other than you, Horace Knightley!
Knightley:
Wh-What!?
Edgeworth:
Connect the bullet holes in the balloon and the flag... and the line points to you!
Bullet's Trajectory data updated in my Organizer.
Gumshoe:
But that's guy's one of the president's bodyguards! Why would he have shot the Steel Samurai balloon, sir!?
Huang:
Preposterous! I agree with the detective. There is no reason. Are you saying Knightley, who has saved my life on numerous occasions, is an assassin!?
Knightley:
Prosecutor Edgeworth, I've had it up to here with you! My job is to protect the president!
Huang:
Knightley! Control yourself...!
Knightley:
S-Sorry, sir... Prosecutor. Indeed, the wind was strong during my speech. However, the wind's strength can change very quickly. Evidence! Show us evidence that the flag was flying at the moment of the gunshot!
Edgeworth:
(The gunshot occurred the moment the president raised his fist to the sky. The evidence that shows this moment is... Do I have something that shows the state of the flag?)
Present Kay's Camera Data
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The evidence is in this photo."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
This evidence...! ......... (Th-This doesn't really show it...) Kay. What do you think?
Kay:
What... You mean that "thing" you're holding, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Err... this. Do you want to hold it?
Kay:
...I think you should just admit that you were wrong.
Edgeworth:
(Evidence that shows the moment of the incident... Let me check again...)
Leads back to:
"(The gunshot occurred the moment the president raised his fist to the sky.)"
Edgeworth:
The evidence is in this photo.
Huang:
Interesting. And where in this photo, exactly?
Edgeworth:
Proof that the flag was flying in this photo is: Right here!
Present flag
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The evidence is in this photo."
Present anywhere else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
What do you think? If you look at the state of the flags...
Kay:
I don't get it.
Edgeworth:
N-No, not that! Look here! At this point...
Gumshoe:
I don't see anything there, sir.
Edgeworth:
Ngh... (I have to prove the state of the flags at the time of the incident. There must be something in this photo that shows this.)
Leads back to:
"Proof that the flag was flying in this photo is: Right here!"
Edgeworth:
Don't you see? The fluttering flag can be seen in this photo!
Huang:
N-No...
Edgeworth:
There is no mistaking that the flags were flying at the moment of the incident.
Gumshoe:
S-So then. It really was that guy who shot the balloon...
Kay:
That would mean Mr. Knightley is the assassin!
Edgeworth:
Horace Knightley is...
The assassin
Edgeworth:
Naturally, he's the assassin.
Huang:
That is terrible. Yet, what would be the merit?
Kay:
Eh? The merit... What do you mean?
Knightley:
Like he says, if I were the assassin, I'd need to have something to gain from it. Because the moment I killed the president... ...I'd be out of a job as a bodyguard!
Edgeworth:
Gah... Um... That's... (That's true, there is no plausible motive.)
Leads back to:
"Horace Knightley is..."
Not the assassin
Leads to:
"Horace Knightley is... not the assassin."
Edgeworth:
Horace Knightley is... not the assassin. The only thing he shot was a balloon. A balloon on the opposite side of the president... He wasn't aiming at the president.
Knightley:
Why then! Why was it necessary for me to do a thing like that!? Depending on your answer, I might take aim at your pretty lil' head!
Edgeworth:
(Why was it necessary...? I presume the reason is connected to the one thing that's felt out of place...! ...The one who shot the balloon (Knightley shot the balloon - Bullet's trajectory shows that Knightley shot the balloon on the right side.) was the president's bodyguard, Knightley. That fact will change the entire viewpoint of this case!)
Connect "Knightley's position" and "Knightley shot the balloon"
Leads to:
"(Why was Knightley's position changed?)"
Edgeworth:
(Why was Knightley's position changed?)
Knightley:
'Cuz I can't turn my head to the right. My position got changed to the president's left side... In other words, I was relocated to the right side of the stage.
Edgeworth:
(Was that really the only reason? If the plans had not changed, and Knightley remained on the left side of the stage... Knightley can't turn his head to the right... Would he have been able to aim at the balloon on the left side of the stage? Perhaps... the security plans were altered so that Knightley could shoot the balloon? If that's the case...)
Edgeworth:
What's this...? The details of the security plans were changed?
Knightley:
Yeah. That's right. It was changed yesterday. President's orders...
Edgeworth:
(The security plans were changed on the president's orders (Change in the security plans - Ordered by the president. Was this done so Knightley could shoot the balloon?)!)
Connect "Assassination attempt" and "Change in the security plans"
Leads to:
"(In other words, the president knew about the balloon being shot...)"
Edgeworth:
(In other words, the president knew about the balloon being shot... He knew about the attempt on his own life!) If you think about it that way, everything that's been out of place is beginning to add up! (Why was the assassin able to get a gun past such tight security? Why was the assassin wearing a conspicuous red hood? Why did they use a laser sight that would so easily reveal their location? Why was the president so calm after being shot? This was the truth the president and his subordinates tried to conceal!) There can only be one reason why Knightley fired the gun...! The entire assassination was a set-up!
Kay:
Eh!?
Gumshoe
Huh!?
Huang:
...!
Knightley:
...How dare you!? Do you seriously understand what you're implying with this?
Edgeworth:
Of course I understand. In fact, now I understand everything. Mr. President, you wished to take the investigation rights from me. That was all so you could conceal the real truth.
Huang:
How dare you mock me with these spurious allegations!?
Edgeworth:
Mock you? That was not my intention. I simply used logic to uncover the truth. That, is all. Knightley fired the first shot in order to rupture the balloon. Hearing the gunshot, and the sound of the balloon bursting, the audience began to panic. This was followed by one more shot...
Kay:
Wait... one more shot?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Knightley turned towards the balloon and pulled the trigger a second time. The second gunshot was also fired by Knightley... ...to create the illusion of the second shot hitting the president.
Kay:
So what about the bullet that hit the president's bulletproof vest?
Edgeworth:
What if that bulletproof vest had been prepared in advance?
Huang:
Uuuuughh!
Kay:
What's the matter, Mr. President? Afraid of facing a little bullet?
Hold it!
Huang:
Th-That's not true! I was definitely shot!
Edgeworth:
If we examined the bullet in your vest, it would answer the question for us. Will we find Rooke's blood on that bullet?
Huang:
Ugh! But! Th-The person in the red hood who shot me is in that photo...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Weren't you listening, Mr. President? From the bullet's trajectory, the one who fired the shot must have been Knightley!
Kay:
Then, Nicole...
Edgeworth:
She too was part of the president's plan... She was to bear the blame, and become the false assassin.
Kay:
The red hooded figure!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. I don't know how much of the plan Ms. Swift knew beforehand. However, she didn't fire the gun. All she did was aim the laser pointer at the president's head.
Nicole:
Th-That's right! I...
Edgeworth:
Once the crowd began to panic, you would turn your parka inside out... ...and thus, the red hooded figure vanished. After that, you discarded the gun and security plan in the trash... ...and the illusion of the assassin vanishing like a ghost was complete.
Gumshoe:
And with the assassin gone, the case would go unsolved, pal!
Edgeworth:
Yes, that was what he hoped for.
Kay:
That's why he wouldn't let Mr. Edgeworth investigate the case!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. All of this... was an asinine publicity stunt from a lying president!
Huang:
But... you... YOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
Huang:
You... you are wrong... I...
Edgeworth:
(...He revealed his true form.) The assassination is a lie, isn't it?
Huang:
The chief... why did he have to pick you... This... should not have happened...
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
Well played, Mr. Prosecutor.
Huang:
Kn-Kn-Kn-Knightley!
Edgeworth:
...I am speaking with the president now, thank you very much.
Knightley:
You're a chess player. You know knights always strive to protect their King. So shut up. Now.
Edgeworth:
Are... are you threatening me, Mr. Knightley?
Kay:
Aaagh! What's with this guy!?
Knightley:
Oops, sorry. I went over the top there. But onto business... As my first move, I wanna ask you a question. You say I fired a gun on the stage, right? Then I should've been caught. The entire audience was watching me!
Edgeworth:
I see... Now it's my move. You used a certain object to prevent the spectators from seeing you.
Knightley:
A certain object...?
Edgeworth:
(What did Knightley use to prevent the audience from seeing him?)
Present Bulletproof Attaché Case
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The attaché case...!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
I believe... you used this. Am I getting close?
Knightley:
How should I know? You tell me.
Kay:
There's definitely something... strange about that evidence.
Knightley:
So, what exactly is so strange, Mr. Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
(If Knightley really did fire the gun, the issue is whether the audience could see him. He had to have used something to solve that issue. The question is, do I have that piece of evidence right now?)
Leads back to:
"(What did Knightley use to prevent the audience from seeing him?)"
Knightley:
The attaché case...!
Edgeworth:
Exactly. I'd like you to have a look at this photo Kay took. Your right hand is completely hidden by the case. This photo captures the exact moment you secretly fired the gun. You used the attaché case as a screen!
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
You seem to enjoy making up convenient stories, Mr. Prosecutor. But, you've missed something.
Edgeworth:
What have I missed?
Knightley:
That everything you've said is just a hypothesis. A theory. Flags flapping in the wind? Using the case as a screen? The security plans were modified 'cause I can't move my neck? You've got no decisive evidence!
Edgeworth:
Ngh...!
Knightley:
Yeah, it'd be great if you had the bullet that hit the balloon. Then you could examine it, and see if the ballistic markings matched my gun. But that bullet's probably at the bottom of the lake. Finding it would be real tough, right?
Edgeworth:
(I hate to admit it, but it's as he says. There's no decisive evidence...)
Knightley:
If there's no proof, the only thing you can do is shut up. So do so!
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift...
Nicole:
Ah, umm...
Edgeworth:
(That's it! If she speaks, we cold hear new testimony!)
Knightley:
Hey lady! You got something to say?
Nicole:
Ah, err... never mind.
Knightley:
There we go. I thought so.
Edgeworth:
Nicole!
Nicole:
!
Edgeworth:
Don't be afraid! The truth will escape if you let that man intimidate you. You're a reporter... A journalist, are you not?
Nicole:
........ I... I... I will NOT remain silent!
Knightley:
You'd better consider your position! Use your head before saying something you'll regret.
Nicole:
I forgot the number one rule of journalism... Journalists must not tell lies... You can't call it a scoop if it ain't the truth! Mr. Edgeworth. I'm sorry. I've been hiding this the whole time...
Edgeworth:
This is?
Nicole:
I used this laser pointer to aim at the president. That's all I did... I never fired the gun!
Knightley:
You stupid womaaan! If you testify, you'll be admitting you're an accomplice!
Nicole:
I... I don't care! I'm gonna tell him everything. Three days ago, I was covering an event at the Zheng Fa Embassy. Then some of the president's men called me over. They said if I cooperated, I'd get an exclusive interview with the president.
Edgeworth:
And the gun in the trash?
Nicole:
I really don't know. All I was told... ...was to come wearing a red hood and to aim the laser pointer. I never thought it would snowball into all of this... I'm really, truly sorry.
Edgeworth:
Nicole, thank you. That was a testimony worthy of the courtroom. This is sufficient testimony to verify the fake assassination plot.
Knightley:
Damn you! The lot of you! You're all a bunch of mindless morons...
Edgeworth:
It's a shame. If only you had been able to usurp the investigation as planned... ...you would have been able to silence this young lady.
Knightley:
...Blast!
Kay:
So, tommorrow's headlines now read... "Fake Assassination Plan Exposed, Becomes a Murder!" ...Right?
Gumshoe:
I can't believe that you'd do something this horrible, pal!
Knightley:
I-I admit nothing...!
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
(The president...?)
Huang:
Knightley. That's enough. We have no choice but to admit it.
Edgeworth:
So, Mr. President, You admit that you planned a fake assassination?
Huang:
Yes... I admit it. I'm sorry.
Kay:
But, why? Why did you have to do this?
Huang:
My approval ratings in Zheng Fa have fallen... I wanted to appeal to them as a strong president who survived an assassination... ...but in the end, it was just a lie. A stupid lie.
Edgeworth:
And the bullet in the bulletproof vest...?
Huang:
Prepared earlier. It was not fired today.
Bulletproof Vest data updated in my Organizer.
Kay:
But, what about Mr. de Killer?
Huang:
It seems our plan was leaked... Someone wanted to make this fake assassination real.
Edgeworth:
(That's why De Killer wore the red raincoat. He would impersonate the culprit from the plan, in order to approach the president.)
Huang:
But, there's still one thing I don't understand.
Edgeworth:
What's that?
Huang:
Why did Rooke die? His death was not a part of this charade... and yet it really happened.
Edgeworth:
(Yes... why was his life taken?)
Huang:
Ethan was an outstanding bodyguard. Even though he wasn't from my country, he had my utmost trust.
Knightley:
......
Kay:
I wouldn't think that having the trust of a cowardly president meant that much, honestly.
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's the same sort of bond between me and Mr. Edgeworth, pal.
Edgeworth:
(I wouldn't put it that way...) Did Rooke know of your plan?
Huang:
Not the exact details. ...I asked him to cooperate, and he refused.
Edgeworth:
You should have listened to his advice.
Huang:
Yes, indeed. I wouldn't have done all this if I had known...
Knightley:
Tsk... You're being too dramatic.
Edgeworth:
(? Wh-What?)
Knightley:
Rooke was just one piece of the president's defense.
Huang:
Knightley...? That's...
Knightley:
And it's not as if he cooperated with your plan. I did. He ran away, taking whatever dignity he had left with him. Good riddance.
Huang:
I know you're a valuable bodyguard, but still...
Knightley:
I don't have time for this, sir. I'm the team leader now. There's going to be a lot of changes now that the chicken's gone. After all, adaption is the most important principle in chess!
Huang:
I knew you always wanted to be the team leader... B-But... Isn't this a bit imprudent?
Knightley:
He he he. I will orchestrate even more perfect plans, just like this one.
Edgeworth:
You definitely have ambition. But, wasn't your "perfect plan" today a failure?
Knightley:
If it weren't for you and that idiot Rooke, it would have been perfect!
Edgeworth:
What did Rooke do?
Knightley:
If he hadn't died, De Killer wouldn't have threatened me... ...and you would have never set foot in this plane.
Huang:
Knightley! How can you say such a thing...
Knightley:
Yeah, he died trying to save you, Mr. President. Maybe he fulfilled his lifelong ambition.
Edgeworth:
(He died protecting the president?)
Kay:
Huh? But the assassination was fake... right?
Knightley:
Of course it was, But you need to listen closer, little girl. Remember the "guy who wanted to make the fake assassination real"? There were two gunshots at the time of the incident. The first was as you said. I shot the balloon. BUT... The second one wasn't me.
Edgeworth:
So who fired the second shot?
Knightley:
The REAL assassin. ...But, it wasn't De Killer. He intended to attack the president with a knife, not a gun. The lucky winner was the hidden Queen... ...or should I say, the lady in the coat over there.
Nicole:
Eh!
Gumshoe:
You're accusing Nicole, pal?
Nicole:
I-I ain't no assassin!
Knightley:
Really? I don't believe you. The gun that was left in the trash... That was yours, right?
-- Knightley's Testimony --
Knightley:
I shot the balloon and entered the plane with Rooke and the president.
Rooke waited in the cabin while I led the president into the security room.
When I came out, Rooke was already on the ground...
The bullet that lady fired must have hit him while we escorted the president to the plane.
The shot was fired from the gun you found in the trash!
Edgeworth:
So, you're saying you don't know exactly when the victim was shot?
Knightley:
A knight's job isn't to protect the Rook. It's to protect the King!
Kay:
Huh...?
Edgeworth:
What he's trying to say is that his job was to protect the president only.
Knightley:
It's over if you lose the King. Checkmate. That's the first rule of chess.
Edgeworth:
If you let your pieces get taken right in front of you, you're not likely to win...
Knightley:
But I did win! Look! The president is safe!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Don't claim victory when the game has only just begun!
Rebuttal
-- Knightley's Testimony --
Knightley:
I shot the balloon and entered the plane with Rooke and the president.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So the victim had no part in your plan?
Knightley:
Yeah, that's right. He didn't even know it was all fake.
Kay:
So you're saying he thought it was a real assassination attempt? Ah, But you fired the gun right next to him. Wouldn't he have noticed...
Knightley:
Maybe he did. Not that it matters now. Besides, even if he thought the assassination attempt was a fake... His duty was to protect the King.
Edgeworth:
He made a split-second decision to sacrifice himself... The victim was truly a man of honor.
Knightley:
You're wrong. It was all part of my plan. He simply assisted in our little performance on stage!
Knightley:
Rooke waited in the cabin while I led the president into the security room.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why did you do that? The assassination was supposed to be fake.
Knightley:
There were a lot of "guests" milling around outside. Wouldn't it be bad if the president, who just escaped an assassination... ...was seen lounging around and drinking grape juice? Imagine the headlines.
Edgeworth:
What was the victim doing at that time?
Knightley:
How should I know? I was with the president inside the security room. Anyway...
Knightley:
When I came out, Rooke was already on the ground...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Where did you find the body?
Knightley:
About where he is now. He collapsed in the middle of this room. When I returned, the door to the plane was already closed... The bullet must've hit Rooke right before the door closed. Talk about a hassle. It's all his fault that this plan failed.
Huang:
Knightley! That's too far...
Knightley:
Even if he protected the king, he couldn't protect his honor. He was careless in his duty and he paid the price for it.
Edgeworth:
(This man is truly despicable.)
Knightley:
As I was saying...
Knightley:
The bullet that lady fired must have hit him while we escorted the president to the plane.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Weren't you both carrying bulletproof attaché cases?
Knightley:
Yeah. When Rooke noticed the laser pointer... We opened up those bad boys and became the president's shield.
Edgeworth:
You're telling me the bullet slipped through the space between your shields? Are you claiming that Ms. Swift has such precise aim?
Knightley:
Well, she was targeting the president. I wouldn't say her aim is precise at all.
Edgeworth:
So the bullet was off-target and just happened to hit the victim instead? Through the tiny gap between his bulletproof vest AND case?
Knightley:
I don't want to believe it either, but they say the truth is stranger than fiction. Rooke was hit by a one-in-a-million shot. And you have the evidence to prove it.
Knightley:
The shot was fired from the gun you found in the trash!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So the second shot wasn't part of your plan?
Knightley:
That's right. She did that on her own. If you think about it, wasn't she desperate for a scoop?
Nicole:
I'm a journalist! I ain't no murderer!
Knightley:
Well then, who was the one who joined the plan in order to get exclusive coverage?
Nicole:
Uuh... That's...
Knightley:
It's just like you said, I orchestrated this fake assassination attempt. She was only supposed to aim the laser pointer... I guess it wasn't enough for her. She prepared her own gun and took aim at the president. She probably thought she wouldn't get caught if she went on and shot me too.
Present Assassin's Revolver
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So you shot the balloon, and Ms. Swift shot Rooke?"
Edgeworth:
Knightley fired the first shot, and then Ms. Swift fired the second one...
Kay:
In other words, Nicole also had a gun. I never thought she was the type...
Edgeworth:
Without any proof, it's just pure speculation.
Kay:
Then BAM! Let's present some evidence!
Edgeworth:
So you shot the balloon, and Ms. Swift shot Rooke? Is that really true?
Knightley:
I can't see it any other way.
Edgeworth:
The gun we discovered in the trash was fired twice. The number of gunshots don't add up!
Knightley:
!
Edgeworth:
Why don't the gunshots add up? It's simple. This gun is fake evidence, left behind by the real criminal.
Kay:
Fake evidence?
Edgeworth:
Think about it. The criminal planted this for a reason. By finding the gun, we'd assume that the assassin was in the audience. In order to make us believe that the gun was used by the assassin... ...the gun needed to appear as if it had been fired twice.
Kay:
I get it! Because two shots were fired during the incident!
Edgeworth:
However, we proved that the bullet that hit the balloon did not come from this gun. Therefore, I have my doubts as to whether this gun also took Rooke's life.
Knightley:
...He he he. Here it comes. You're packing some serious heat. Enough with the song and dance. You've come this far, go ahead and say it!
Edgeworth:
I won't just say it. I'll prove it. The one who really shot Rooke is...
Present Horace Knightley profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Horace Knightley! You murdered Rooke!"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Look at this! It was this person!
Knightley:
Hey, you... You really don't know anything, do you? Was that supposed to be a joke, or are you serious?
Kay:
Hey... That's not right! Mr. Edgeworth's so smart that our feeble minds just can't comprehend his reasoning!
Edgeworth:
N-Ngghhh... (I don't think so, Kay. The real murder weapon was not the gun we found in the park. That was planted to throw us off the trail. And the person who planted it... It can only be one person!)
Leads back to:
"The one who really shot Rooke is..."
Edgeworth:
Horace Knightley! You murdered Rooke!
Knightley:
Hey... You finally said it.
Huang:
Knightley! You couldn't have!
Edgeworth:
De Killer wasn't the only one who took advantage of the fake assassination plot. You intended to murder Rooke and claim he was a victim of the assassination! Once the president had entered the security room and the door to the plane was closed... ...only the victim and Knightley would have been left in this room. And at that moment, you fired a third bullet. Directly at Rooke...!
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
A third bullet...? Hah! Only two gunshots were heard! The numbers don't match up!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
The plane's walls are soundproof. If the door was closed... ...the gunshot would not have been heard outside.
Kay:
But, wasn't the president in the next room?
Edgeworth:
(That's true... The president may have heard the gunshot!) Mr. President! Did you hear a gunshot?
Huang:
I... didn't hear any gunshots...
Edgeworth:
But! Weren't you watching this room through the security cameras...?
Huang:
The cameras in this room aren't usually turned on. I turned on the power after I entered the security room.
Kay:
So you didn't turn on the power immediately after entering the room?
Huang:
......No. Actually... I-I...
Edgeworth:
(What is it? He's not being clear...) Mr. President! Focus! This is vital!
Huang:
......I-I-I was... That is... I...
Kay:
Please!
Huang:
I was hiding under the bed, covering my ears...
Kay:
Whaa!? But you knew the assassination was fake!
Huang:
It doesn't matter! I simply hate the sound of guns! That terrifying sound! I just can't help it!
Kay:
........
Gumshoe:
........
Nicole:
...That definitely ain't going in my article.
Edgeworth:
...Ahem. Knightley! You saw the president hiding under the bed!
Knightley:
........
Edgeworth:
Furthermore... ...you could tell if the security cameras had been turned on by looking at the monitors! In that moment, when the president wouldn't hear the gunshot or see the room... You had a chance to fire a third bullet at Rooke!
Huang:
Knightley... Did you really...! You deceived me?
Knightley:
You really think I killed that moron? That's cold, Mr. President. Have a little faith in me. The bodyguard who's risking his life to protect you.
Huang:
I-I want to believe you. I really do, but...
Knightley:
I just don't get it. Why are you suspecting me alone? There's still the possibility that she's the killer.
Edgeworth:
This gun is not the murder weapon. The number of missing bullets makes that clear.
Knightley:
...Maybe it was one short to begin with. Ever think of that?
Edgeworth:
What?
Knightley:
Maybe it already fired a shot yesterday, or the day before. And the second shot was fired today. The one that hit Rooke...
Gumshoe:
Well, isn't that just the perfect excuse!
Knightley:
Excuse? The possibility exists, you can't deny that!
Edgeworth:
(He's right, I can't deny it completely...!)
Knightley:
You need decisive evidence! Evidence so decisive that it makes my heart stop and my logic crumble! You got something like that?
Edgeworth:
Gah!
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth! Can't you do anything? At this rate, Nicole will...!
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor... It's true, I did an awful thing for a scoop. But, I never killed nobody, I could never do a thing like that!
Edgeworth:
(Decisive evidence... If I could prove the murder weapon was Knightley's gun... Proof it was his gun...?)
Knightley:
Yeah, it'd be great if you had the bullet that hit the balloon. Then you could examine it, and see if the ballistic markings matched my gun.
Edgeworth:
(If we can find the bullet that took Rooke's life... ...We can determine which gun fired the shot from the ballistic markings!)
Knightley:
If you've got no evidence, then we're done talking.
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Knightley:
...Wh-What? You don't seriously have decisive evidence!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... Naturally.
Knightley:
That's a big joke. Well, come on now, show us! What is this so-called evidence!?
Edgeworth:
(The bullet that took Rooke's life. That's the decisive evidence I need...!) This evidence... (Do I have it?)
I have it
Edgeworth:
I have the bullet... right... umm... here... somewhere...
Knightley:
If the canary doesn't sing, just shoot it! ...Or so the saying goes. Just as I hoped, I'm gonna blast a hole in ya! Right in your chest!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh! (Rooke was killed here. So, where did the bullet go...? Come to think of it, there's one thing in this room that's always felt out of place...)
Leads back to:
"(The bullet that took Rooke's life. That's the decisive evidence I need...!)"
I don't have it
Leads to:
"I... don't have it."
Edgeworth:
I... don't have it.
Knightley:
OK! OK! It's Game Over, man!
Edgeworth:
However... It is somewhere in this room!
Knightley:
What!?
Edgeworth:
The bullet that killed Rooke pierced through his body. So where did the bullet go? Earlier, you explained it like this...
Edgeworth:
The bullet that stole Rooke's life pierced through his body, and then hit the vest.
Knightley:
...That's right. It'd be dangerous if he hadn't worn that bulletproof vest.
Edgeworth:
However, now that the fake assassination plan has come to light... ...we know that the bullet in the bulletproof vest was prepared earlier. So then, where did the bullet go?
Knightley:
...Interesting. Very interesting. Do you have the answer?
Edgeworth:
(Do I have evidence that shows the location of the bullet that killed Mr. Rooke?)
Present Security Monitors
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"In this room there is one thing that's clearly missing."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
Well, what do you think!?
Knightley:
Well then, why don't you take the bullet out and show it to us?
Edgeworth:
Hm. Not quite yet. It would be inconvenient to do it today.
Knightley:
Ho ho. Well, maybe by tomorrow, a bullet will have appeared in it. Have you decided to join the Gramarye magician group?
Edgeworth:
Gah...! (Rooke was killed here. So, where did the bullet go...? Come to think of it, there's one thing in this room that's always felt out of place...)
Leads back to:
"The one who really shot Rooke is..."
Edgeworth:
In this room there is one thing that's clearly missing.
Knightley:
Something missing? You sure it's not your brain?
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to look at the rack of security monitors.
Huang:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
It seems you've noticed, Mr. President. Among these images of the plane's surroundings... ...only the feed from the right side of the plane is absent. That's what's missing. A single monitor...
Knightley:
Nrrrgghh...!
Edgeworth:
Mr. President. There was originally a monitor here, wasn't there?
Huang:
Th-That's right. Why is there a stuffed toy now...?
Edgeworth:
That must have been put there to hide the empty space where the monitor used to be. Why is the monitor missing and where did it go? Why... Undoubtedly, because it was hit by the bullet. In order to make us think that the bullet really hit the bulletproof vest... ...it would be a problem if another bullet hole was discovered.
Kay:
So then, where did the monitor go?
Edgeworth:
Where... It should be hidden somewhere inside this plane. There hasn't been a chance to dispose of it outside since it was shot. Detective Gumshoe! Search this plane!
Gumshoe:
Roger that, sir!
Knightley:
President Huang! You said extraterritorial laws apply to this plane...
Huang:
I-I will allow it. There is no problem. I just want to know the truth of Rooke's death...
Knightley:
Dammit! You think this is a joke!? You're always like this! Rooke this, Rooke that...!
Edgeworth:
Detective. We have his approval. Go ahead.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! I found it, sir!
Edgeworth:
Good work, Detective. Now let's extract the bullet from the monitor!
Gumshoe:
Hmm. If I do this here, and then do that... I got it!
Edgeworth:
Well, it's definitely stained with blood. I'm certain this is the bullet that killed Rooke.
Bloody Bullet data jotted down in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
This is the bullet that will crush your arguments! The decisive evidence that blows a hole in your logic! If the ballistic markings on this bullet do not match the gun found in the audience area... ...Ms. Swift will be cleared of suspicion!
Knightley:
......
Edgeworth:
What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Detective. We need to examine the ballistic markings. Send the gun and bullet to forensics.
Gumshoe:
Roger! We should be able to find clear markings on this bullet, sir!
Edgeworth:
Now then, let's listen to the forensic report.
Knightley:
.......
Forensics:
Reporting! First, the blood on this bullet matches the victim's blood.
Edgeworth:
(So, this bullet really did take Rooke's life.)
Forensics:
Also, Horace Knightley's fingerprints were found on this gun!
Edgeworth:
(Knightley's fingerprints probably came from when he took all our evidence. The real issue, is the ballistic markings. If the markings don't match... Ms. Swift will be cleared of suspicion!)
Forensics:
And the bullet's ballistic markings... match this gun.
Edgeworth:
What! (They... match?)
Kay:
Whaa!
Nicole:
N-No way!
Forensics:
There's no mistake. The bullet was fired from this gun.
Edgeworth:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Knightley:
...He he he he he he. Huh? That's strange. Looks like I was right after all... naturally. Did you really think you had me cornered? You misread the board... The one who's been cornered... is you!
-- Knightley's Logic --
Knightley:
If the ballistic markings match the gun, there can be no doubt!
The bullet that killed Rooke was fired from the gun you found in the audience area.
Who could've used the gun?
Not me, 'cuz I was onstage. But what about that lady reporter in the audience?
All the evidence points to that young lady as the assassin who killed Rooke!
Knightley:
Well, it's your move, Mr. Prosecutor. Where did you find this gun again? And which gun fired the bullet? At least we know... It ain't me!
Edgeworth:
Ngh... (This can't be happening!)
Knightley:
The president and I have admitted to the fake assassination plot. Now it's your turn to admit who the real criminal is!
Kay:
That doesn't make Nicole the criminal!
Edgeworth:
Don't get riled up, Kay. Let him have his say first. After he's done, it won't be too late to begin our counterattack.
Kay:
...! Alright, Mr. Edgeworth!
Rebuttal
-- Knightley's Logic --
Knightley:
If the ballistic markings match the gun, there can be no doubt!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
No. That's...
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
Didn't you say it earlier? This is the decisive evidence.
Edgeworth:
Gah!
Knightley:
Well? How does it feel to have a hole blown through your reasoning?
Kay:
The ballistic markings matched the gun we found, so... ...does that mean Nicole really was the shooter?
Edgeworth:
I'd like to believe otherwise...
Gumshoe:
But, he's got the decisive evidence on his side, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, indeed... How should I proeed...? If Ms. Swift isn't the killer, then the ballistic markings should not match.)
Kay:
........
Edgeworth:
Thoughts, Kay?
Kay:
Hmm. If the evidence is impossible... ...then maybe we should doubt the evidence itself, right?
Edgeworth:
Doubt the evidence?
Kay:
Nicole's definitely not a criminal! So, if the evidence says that she's a criminal, there must be something wrong with it!
Edgeworth:
You seem awfully sure of yourself...
Kay:
It's a Great Thief's intuition!
Edgeworth:
(Intuition...? Still, it's quite possible. Above all, Ms. Swift doesn't seem like the type of person to tell such elaborate lies. Hmph. In court, the evidence is everything... And yet, here I am doubting it. Which evidence do I doubt...?)
The gun
Leads to:
"(If anything's suspect here, it can only be the gun.)"
The bullets
Edgeworth:
(Could there be something strange about the bullet...?) Detective, did you do anything to the bullet when you first discovered it?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Like what, sir?
Edgeworth:
I don't know... like, step on it. Or perhaps fall on it?
Gumshoe:
........Terrible, sir. YOU'RE TERRIBLE, MR. EDGEWORTH!
Edgeworth:
Nnghhoooh...! (My ears! The bullet was only just found. Not even Gumshoe could have bungled it that fast. I should doubt...)
Leads back to:
"(Which evidence do I doubt...?)"
Neither
Edgeworth:
None of the evidence seems particularly doubtful...
Kay:
Hmm... are you sure?
Knightley:
Well, your prosecutor's badge seems a little doubtful to me. Could be a fake. That'd explain the poor job you're doing here. Aha ha!
Edgeworth:
(I-It's too early to draw conclusions. I don't have enough information yet...) ...Knightley, continue with your testimony. Please tell me about the bullet and the gun.
Edgeworth:
(If anything's suspect here, it can only be the gun. The bullet was discovered just a moment ago... It couldn't have been tampered with yet. Did Knightley have a chance to tamper with the gun?)
Huang:
You shall hand over all the evidence you've found so far and leave this plane at once.
Knightley:
Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. Be a good boy and do as you're told.
Edgeworth:
Nngh...! (I... cannot resist any longer...!)
Edgeworth:
(That's it! He could have tampered with the gun at that time...! There's no doubt that this gun is the real murder weapon. In that case, the owner of this gun is...)
Present Horace Knightley profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"(He must have switched the guns...)"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
(Maybe this person...? W-Wait, no! They never had the opportunity to switch the guns! If this gun was switched with the real murder weapon... No other could have done it!)
Leads back to:
"(In that case, the owner of this gun is...)"
Edgeworth:
(He must have switched the guns... ...Without a doubt, this is Knightley's own gun!)
Knightley's Revolver data updated in my Organizer.
Press (after fully pressing this statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It's true, the markings match. However...!
Knightley:
You just don't know when to quit. Are you secretly having doubts about the evidence? You should know better than anyone that the evidence never lies. Besides... ...don't you know it's against the rules to yell "Hold it!" during chess?
Edgeworth:
Ngh...! (He's avoiding my question. But, I can already see the answer. When we handed over the evidence to Knightley... ...he switched his own gun with the one we found in the trash can. So, it's only natural the ballistic markings match...!)
Knightley:
Looks like your turn's over. It's my move now.
Knightley:
The bullet that killed Rooke was fired from the gun you found in the audience area.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Knightley, you...
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
You're the one who should "Hold it". You proved it yourself. Don't tell me that you're going to betray your own logic?
Edgeworth:
(The bullet is stained with the victim's blood. So it's clear it took the victim's life. And the ballistic markings match the gun we found in the trash can.)
Knightley:
Nice. Nice. Your face betrays your thoughts, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
Ngh... (At this rate he'll get away!)
Knightley:
Now that you've got a firm grasp of reality, it's time to take the next step... The link between the gun and the bullet is clear. So...
Present Knightley's Revolver (after fully pressing 1st statement)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Knightley! You fiend! You switched the guns!"
Knightley:
Who could've used the gun?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Who... indeed.
Knightley:
You already know the answer, you just don't wanna admit it, huh? I know the feeling. It's probably like how I felt before. Feeling so irritated, you're just itching to pull the trigger!
Edgeworth:
...!
Knightley:
...But, this ain't the time to be joking around. Only one person could have used that gun...
Knightley:
Not me, 'cuz I was onstage. But what about that lady reporter in the audience?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you have proof that Ms. Swift fired the gun?
Knightley:
Whoa there, didn't the boys in blue already prove that?
Kay:
But... Nicole's fingerprints weren't found on the gun!
Gumshoe:
And YOURS were all over it, pal!
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
Well, that's 'cuz I was handling all the evidence earlier. If that lady isn't the killer, who else could it be? You were the one who cornered the assassin in the audience.
Edgeworth:
Gah...!
Knightley:
Capisce? In fact, from every angle on the board...
Knightley:
All the evidence points to that young lady as the assassin who killed Rooke!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I don't recall that being proven!
Knightley:
Well, what exactly HAVE you proved? Oh, yeah. You proved that I fired the first bullet. But, you're forgetting one crucial thing. Why were you called here in the first place?
Gumshoe:
That's obvious, pal! We came to find the truth!
Knightley:
Do you consider the worsening relationship with Zheng Fa to be the truth? No. Your purpose here was to solve the attempted assassination incident.
Edgeworth:
...My purpose here is for me to decide. It is not to be decided by the likes of you.
Knightley:
Whatever. If you spend all day arguing like this, the case is gonna go unsolved. Just give it up already. The real criminal is that lady over there.
Edgeworth:
(No, the real criminal can be none other than this man!)
Edgeworth:
(The ballistic markings match the gun we discovered in the trash can. When did Knightley have the opportunity to touch the gun...? It could only have been when I handed over the evidence.)
Kay:
Mr. Edgeworth... Is there anything we can do?
Edgeworth:
...Our reasoning up until now has not been wrong. This is an obstacle we'll have to overcome.
Kay:
But doesn't he have decisive evidence?
Edgeworth:
A testimony born from lies will always contain a contradiction. Firstly, I'll need to press Knightley for more details.
Edgeworth:
Knightley! You fiend! You switched the guns! The gun that matched the ballistic markings was yours all along!
Knightley:
......Heh. Interesting choice of move you've made there.
Edgeworth:
The switched occurred at the time you seized the evidence. When we were arguing with the president over the investigation rights. You detached the laser right from the gun found in the audience area... ...and attached it to your gun! Then, when you returned the evidence, you gave me your own gun...!
Knightley:
He he heh. Did I do that? So, what you're saying is that I knew you'd want to examine the ballistic markings?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. Staying one move ahead of your opponent... Isn't that the fundamental rule of chess?
Knightley:
I'm glad you feel that way, Mr. Prosecutor. But you're giving me too much credit. Besides... can you even prove I pulled the old switcheroo with the guns?
-- Knightley's Logic, Pt. 2 --
Knightley:
So the gun happens to be the same model as mine. Pure coincidence...
But, take a closer look. Only one of them has a laser pointer attached to it.
Check the number of bullets left in the chamber. Only two shots fired, see?
There's no evidence that I switched the guns, right?
Edgeworth:
Giving you too much credit? That hardly sounds like something you'd say.
Knightley:
Guess I'm just more modest than you. Well... Except when I'm in front of a chessboard.
Edgeworth:
Hmph... But we're not in front of a chessboard.
Knightley:
That's too bad. Don't use that as an excuse later. "I didn't lose the game. I just couldn't find enough evidence."
Edgeworth:
You're the one who should have an excuse ready. "You didn't beat me at chess. You only found the evidence."
Rebuttal
-- Knightley's Logic, Pt. 2 --
Knightley:
So the gun happens to be the same model as mine. Pure coincidence...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
"Coincidence" ...you say?
Knightley:
Or perhaps, it was simply bound to happen.
Gumshoe:
Which was it, pal!
Knightley:
Us bodyguards needed to use them to protect the president. And no matter how you slice it, that lady is a total amateur with guns. It was necessary for both of us to use revolvers.
Kay:
A revolver... Like the one Knightley's carrying? Why would it be necessary...?
Edgeworth:
It has a simpler mechanism, so it's easier to use... something along those lines, probably.
Knightley:
When you gotta get the job done, or if you're new to this sorta thing, there's nothing better. The truth is, I thought it was "pure coincidence" all along.
Knightley:
But, take a closer look. Only one of them has a laser pointer attached to it.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You attached the laser pointer to the gun yourself!
Knightley:
Oh yeah? Prove it. Show me the evidence.
Edgeworth:
Um, w-well... That's...
Knightley:
You can't go around calling people liars without proof... Didn't your daddy teach you that? On that point, I've got evidence on my side.
Knightley:
Check the number of bullets left in the chamber. Only two shots fired, see?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Something's been bothering me for a while now... What about the chamber of your own gun?
Knightley:
My woman here? ...Now that you mention it. I've been firing it off for a while now.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? Every time he fires, he reloads the gun...?)
Knightley:
So there's no way to check its status from the time of the incident.
Edgeworth:
(That's it! In order to switch the guns, he would have needed to reload the bullets! Knightley is barehanded. And he had no time to put on gloves when the switch was made...)
Knightley:
Well, I think it's about time for you to resign. How about it, Prosecutor Edgeworth?
Knightley:
There's no evidence that I switched the guns, right?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
If it's evidence...
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
There isn't any. If there is, show it to me.
Gumshoe:
We know there is, pal! Don't we, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
(There is no time for another investigation. I can only use what I have right now. Think. Consider all the possibilities...!)
Knightley:
He he he... If you've got something to show, let me know.
Present Knightley's Revolver
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"That evidence... is this!"
Kay:
Evidence that Knightley switched the guns? Does that even exist...
Edgeworth:
There's no evidence that directly proves that Knightley switched the guns... Yet, we know for a fact he did.
Gumshoe:
If he didn't, there would be no explanation for the ballistic markings.
Edgeworth:
I need to carefully consider the meaning behind every piece of evidence linked to his testimony. The truth must be there!
Edgeworth:
That evidence... is this!
Knightley:
You call that evidence? Prosecutor Edgeworth. You're trying too hard.
Edgeworth:
Certain traces were left on this gun. Traces that prove this gun belongs to you!
Knightley:
Show it to me! What kinda piece you got! A Rook? A Bishop? It better not be a pawn!
Edgeworth:
The traces Knightley left on the gun are...
The fingerprints
Leads to:
"You left your fingerprints on this gun."
The ballistic markings
Edgeworth:
...the ballistic markings, of course!
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth. About the ballistic markings...
Edgeworth:
I know how they work, Detective. I don't need an explanation.
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
You sure about that? You don't seem to get it. The markings point to me, huh? Just what kind of ballistic markings are they, anyway? Do they spell out my name? Great joke, Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
(...He's right. Ballistic markings only link a bullet to a certain gun, not to its user. What I need is evidence that directly links Knightley to the gun...!)
Leads back to:
"The traces Knightley left on the gun are..."
The bloodstains
Edgeworth:
It must be the bloodstains!
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
...And which bloodstain would that be? The only bloodstains I can recall belonged to De Killer and Rooke. Did you find another one? Please do tell. Or perhaps their bloodstains somehow link to the gun?
Edgeworth:
Nnnngh... Th-That's... (I can't make such a mistake after coming this far!)
Leads back to:
"The traces Knightley left on the gun are..."
Edgeworth:
You left your fingerprints on this gun.
Knightley:
Objection!
Knightley:
Fingerprints...? Hah! That should be expected! I handled the gun earlier when I seized your evidence. Of course my fingerprints are on it!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
But what if the fingerprints are in a place they should not be?
Knightley:
What!? Th-That's not possible!
Edgeworth:
...Allow me to show you. There is one place where your fingerprints should not be... This piece of evidence will deal the final blow to your king!
Examine chamber
Leads to:
"Here. Detective Gumshoe, please have a look at the cylinder."
Edgeworth:
Here. Detective Gumshoe, please have a look at the cylinder.
Gumshoe:
Two shots were fired, sir. But... Where would the fingerprints be?
Examine bullets
Leads to:
"You made the switch when you seized the evidence earlier."
Edgeworth:
You made the switch when you seized the evidence earlier. However, if all you did was switch the guns, you would've been found out right away. That's because the number of bullets fired by the two guns are different.
Gumshoe:
The gun found in the audience area had fired two shots, sir!
Kay:
Then, what about Mr. Knightley's gun?
Edgeworth:
He fired two shots at the balloon when he was on the stage... And later, one shot to kill Rooke... Three shots in total... Not counting the number of shots he's fired since then. And after each of those times, you would reload the bullets! Tell us, Knightley, were you wearing gloves when doing that?
Knightley:
Nngggh!
Edgeworth:
Officer! In your report earlier, where were Knightley's fingerprints found on the gun?
Forensics:
Sir! The prints weren't just found on the outside of the gun... ...they were also found on the bullets as well!
Edgeworth:
If all you did was handle the evidence, why would your fingerprints be on the bullets?
Knightley:
Gah! Th-That's...!
Edgeworth:With this, it has been proven. That you switched the guns. The gun, which fired the bullet that took the victim's life... ...it belongs to you! Horace Knightley! You're the one who stole Rooke's life...You are the true assassin!
Knightley:
...I-I, I'm, I'm!
Edgeworth:
...Checkmate.
Knightley:
M-M... M... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Knightley:
I-I... I should've been made leader! Me! Rooke! That piece of scum! If it hadn't been for him! I would've had complete control over everybody! My assassination plan... It was perfect... My plan... was perfect...
Edgeworth:
......... Detective Gumshoe. If you please.
Gumshoe:
...Roger that, sir.
Knightley:
EEEEEDGEWOOOOOORTH!!! This game isn't over yet! You hear me! I...! I...!
Edgeworth:
...That's enough. The rest of this "game" will continue in the courtroom.
Knightley:
Gr-Grrr...! Damn it...! Damn... you...
March 25, 5:12 PMGourd Lake ParkStage
Huang:
You have my gratitude. You exposed a murder amongst my bodyguards, and for that, I am truly in your debt.
Edgeworth:
(As soon as he stepped outside the plane, he reverted back to his king-like persona...)
Huang:
Some time ago, when I proposed the fake assassination plan...
Knightley:
You want me, and not Rooke?
Huang:
Rooke declined... so I'm asking you. What do you say?
Knightley:
........... Alright. Let's do this. I'll come up with the perfect plan. I can even use that guy as a chess piece...
Huang:
When Knightley said that, his eyes were overflowing with hatred towards Rooke. Frankly, I was quite anxious about asking Knightley instead of Rooke. Now that I recall those events, he probably sense the anxiety in my countenance. Perhaps that is what gave him the impetus for murder...
Edgeworth:
Mr. President. If you had not orchestrated that fake plan, this would not have happened. That is your sin. ...A sin that won't disappear.
Huang:
...Yes. You are absolutely correct. You have my sincerest apologies. I too must bear some responsibility for this. Even so, I am most grateful to you. I thank you for solving the mystery of Rooke's death. I am scheduled to stay in this country for a little longer... But if any of you ever wish to visit the Republic of Zheng Fa, you will always be welcome.
Nicole:
Oh Lawdy, Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya!
Kay:
I'm so happy for you, Nicole!
Edgeworth:
You were set up as the suspect for the murder. Still, your involvement with the fake assassination plan remains a fact. You will have to submit to police questioning later. You should know that there's still a possibility you may be charged with some crime.
Nicole:
Yeah, I know... Sorry 'bout all this...
Edgeworth:
I understand you want to catch a scoop, but there's a line that should not be crossed.
Nicole:
I hear ya, I promise to reflect on this...
Kay:
We did it, Mr. Edgeworth! That was awesome! "Prosecutor Edgeworth Solves Presidential Assassination Attempt!" It's gonna be big news!
Nicole:
B-Big news...! M-Mr. Prosecutor, would ya mind tellin' us how ya feel about solving this case?
Edgeworth:
(That was certainly a quick change of attitude...) No comment.
Nicole:
Aww, don't be so ornery!
Edgeworth:
The reason is because... this case is not over yet.
Gumshoe:
Huh? Not over? What do you mean, sir?
Edgeworth:
What shows that this case is not over yet?
Present Calling Card
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Kay:
De Killer's card...
Leads to:
"De Killer still hasn't carried out his request."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
Th-That's...!
Edgeworth:
Heh... Do you understand what I'm trying to say?
Gumshoe:
O-Oh, y-yeah! It's um... Nope, sir. I haven't got a clue!
Edgeworth:
(Darn it... I must have presented the wrong piece of evidence.)
Kay:
I do remember Mr. de Killer talking about something earlier... but that's probably unrelated.
Edgeworth:
N-No... that's exactly it! That is what I meant.
Leads to:
"De Killer still hasn't carried out his request."
Edgeworth:
De Killer still hasn't carried out his request.
Gumshoe:
You mean killing the president...?
Edgeworth:
(I hope this doesn't turn into a larger incident...)
Edgeworth:
"An Assassination Attempt on the President of Zheng Fa"... News of this incident spread across the entire country. The mass media also hounded me as I began to prepare for the trial of Horace Knightley. Everyone had seen the news, and everyone was talking about it. However, amidst the commotion, nobody noticed... ...that the game had only just begun...
THE END
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right... I need to reconsider the information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information. I need to think this over one more time.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (John Doe)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your statement just now, it contradicts this piece of evidence!
Doe:
Is that so? ...Do you need glasses?
Edgeworth:
...No, I do not.
Doe:
Is that so? ...What about hearing aids?
Edgeworth:
(Gah... There's no contradiction. I should take another look at the evidence while I listen to his testimony...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (John Doe)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Your testimony clearly contradicts this piece of evidence.
Hold it!
Doe:
Prosecutor Edgeworth. Can't you see my ice cream is melting?
Edgeworth:
The problem now is not your ice cream, but your testimony!
Doe:
I would say the real problem lies with your statement.
Edgeworth:
(I-I was wrong...! I should only present evidence when I'm sure that I've found the contradiction.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (John Doe)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to have a look at this piece of evidence!
Doe:
But of course. To what do I have the pleasure of looking at? ........
Edgeworth:
Don't you have anything to say?
Doe:
Nothing in particular.
Edgeworth:
(So this is the wrong piece of evidence... I need to pay close attention to his testimony, in order to find the contradiction.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Nicole Swift)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift... This proves that you're lying!
Nicole:
Hearsay! Defamation! World exclusive as reporter exposes the truth behind false arrest!
Edgeworth:
Th-That's not quite...
Nicole:
His temper's risin'! You can almost see the steam comin' outta his ears!
Edgeworth:
Gah! (I-I think I'm coming at this wrong...)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Nicole Swift)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to take a look at this piece of evidence...
Nicole:
..........
Edgeworth:
Yes, this piece of of evidence...
Nicole:
Mr. Prosecutor, err...
Edgeworth:
N-No, I've got nothing more to say on the matter. (I need to think this over one more time.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Nicole Swift)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Swift! You're lying!
Nicole:
...I see. So that's how it is. Must be tough on ya. No matter where you go, ya gotta fulfill yer quotas. How many more folks y'all plannin' to arrest this month? Hm? Care to comment?
Edgeworth:
(I must have given her the wrong idea... It seems this isn't the piece of evidence I need.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Di-Jun Huang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I won't let that statement pass. It contradicts this piece of evidence!
Huang:
Your reasoning is at fault! My reasoning stands like steel! Feeble Prosecutor! Accept my reasoning!
Edgeworth:
Th-That... reasoning is...
Huang:
There is no use arguing!
Edgeworth:
(I was the one at fault here...!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Di-Jun Huang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There is a contradiction in your testimony. This piece of evidence proves it...
Huang:
I admire your spirit! However! As the head of Zheng Fa, I cannot turn a blind eye to any evil! You have the courage of a foolish child! You alone must suffer for your mistake!
Edgeworth:
Rrrgggh... (I-I was mistaken!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Di-Jun Huang)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
That statement is contradictory! Have a look at this evidence!
Huang:
It was inevitable! Knightley!
Knightley:
Got it, Mr. President! Hey Mr. Prosecutor, the only thing contradictory...
Huang:
Is your own statement!
Edgeworth:
Nnghooh! Th-They're ganging up on me...
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Horace Knightley)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
There's a glaring contradiction in your testimony.
Knightley:
That so? The only flaw I see... ...is that it's just too perfect, there are no contradictions! Better wipe the board clean, Mr. Prosecutor. Looks like you're out of your league!
Edgeworth:
(I-I can't argue with that... I'd better look over the facts before I try again.)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Horace Knightley)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
What do you think of this!
Knightley:
Mr. Prosecutor... Haven't you forgotten the rules of chess?
Edgeworth:
Hm... Maybe I should present this instead...
Knightley:
GOTCHA! It's against the rules to touch a piece and then not move it! Take the penalty!
Edgeworth:
Ngh... (What was I thinking...!)
Presenting incorrect evidence during argument (Horace Knightley)
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I don't see the point of your testimony.
Knightley:
Oh, and you think you're any better? Always rambling on and on, you're the one who can't make a straight point! You sure you have the capacity for this? Mentally speaking.
Edgeworth:
(There was no contradiction... I need to calm down and think things over again.)
Too many penalties
Edgeworth:
Ngh! To come this far, only to lose the truth...! But... it seems there's nothing I can do now...
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Game over
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Nicole Swift)
Nicole:
I got no clue what you've been talkin' about, Mr. Prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
C-Confound it...!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Time's up (in Logic Chess, Di-Jun Huang)
Huang:
...I've heard enough. Leave now, before I order my men to show you out.
Edgeworth:
C-Confound it...!
Edgeworth:
I can't give up now. I have to stand my ground... Now... Let's try this again!
Nothing to Examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing of interest here.
Turnabout Time Traveler
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Special EpisodeTurnabout Time Traveler
Anime cutscene
Man:
I'm not completely heartless! I'll even throw that time machine you cherish so much overboard with you!
Bride:
Please, take me back... back to that blissful moment...!
Bridesmaid:
It's almost time for the reception, m'lady.
Bride:
It actually... really worked...!
September 21, 10:13 AM
Wright Anything Agency
Athena:
Okay, lemme make sure I've got this straight. When your magic panties appear... ...I do a backflip into a handstand, then blow out the candle...?
Trucy:
No, no, Athena, you've got it all wrong! You do a backflip through the ring of fire, while holding the candle in your mouth!
Athena:
Uh... There's no way I'll ever be able to do that.
Trucy:
Sure you can! I believe in you, Athena!
Phoenix:
Trucy, what are you and Athena up to?
Trucy:
Athena's agreed to be a part-time performer in my magic show!
Athena:
I couldn't say no to some extra cash, but I probably should've thought it through first... Now it's "human cannonball this," "guillotine that"... It's not like I have nine lives, y'know!
Phoenix:
You've made your bed, Athena. Now you've got to lie in it.
Athena:
Nooo... I'm too young to be taking out a life insurance policy already!
Phoenix:
My name is Phoenix Wright. I'm the head of this law office.
Trucy:
And since when did you become the head of this office, Daddy? I mean, who exactly does all the cleaning, accounting, and scheduling around here, huh?
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. You've got me there, Trucy. This is Trucy Wright. She's my adopted daughter, and a magician.
Athena:
And I'm Athena Cykes. The rising star lawyer of the Wright Anything Agency!
Phoenix:
Or rather, the rising star assistant to Trucy, you mean.
Athena:
If I don't get back in a courtroom soon, I'm going to forget everything I ever learned...
Phoenix:
(Speaking of the courtroom... we haven't exactly had any clients lately, have we?)
???:
Business is as slow as ever, huh, Nick? Bet you made more money back when you played the piano.
Phoenix:
Um...
Larry:
Yo! Long time no see!
Phoenix:
......L-L-Larryyyyyyy?! I-I haven't seen you in years! What brings you here, all of a sudden...?
Larry:
..........Some big news, that's what.
Phoenix:
Um, okay...
Athena:
Who's this guy, Boss?
Phoenix:
This is Larry Butz. He's, um... Well, let's just say he's an old friend of mine. So, Larry, what's so big that you had to come and tell me in person?
Larry:
...There's somebody I want you to meet. Hey, you can come in now!
???:
...All right. How do you do?
Phoenix:
Uh, hi...?
Trucy:
Th-That dress! Is that... a wedding dress?!
Ellen:
Yes, it is. My name is Ellen Wyatt. I'm a domestic servant -- a maid of the Sprocket household.
Athena:
"Sprocket"...? As in "Sprocket Aviation"?
Ellen:
Yes, that's the one.
Athena:
Wow, Mr. Wright! Sprocket Aviation is a really big airline company! You've heard of Rainbull Airlines, right? The one they call "RAL" for short?
Phoenix:
Yeah, that does sound familiar.
Athena:
Well, it's run by Sprocket Aviation.
Phoenix:
I see... But what is a Sprocket family maid doing here in a wedding dress?
Larry:
So, actually... we've decided to get married.
Phoenix:
You what?
Larry:
I'm not so young anymore, ya know? I figured it's time to finally settle down.
Phoenix:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Y-You're... getting married?! (No way. I don't believe it. Besides...)
Ellen:
............
Phoenix:
(Why would someone as well put together as her choose someone as flakey as Larry...?) Y-You're kidding, right?
Larry:
Jealous? I don't blame ya, but green's really not your color, you know?
Phoenix:
...... *sigh* All right, Larry. Lay it on me.
Examine
Piano
Phoenix:
(I haven't played this old thing in a long time... Not that I could ever play it to begin with... And considering all the complaints I'd get, I guess I'd better just continue to not play it...)
Behind Couch
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should tidy this place up every once in a while. Still, I bet we're going to use all this stuff sometime soon again anyway... So it's probably better just to leave things where they are.)
Cabinet
Phoenix:
(I bet we're the only office in existence that uses magic props as furniture. At this rate... ...Trucy's props are going to wind up taking over the whole office. I mean, they're already halfway there...)
Charley
Phoenix:
(Charley looks as lush and green as ever... ...thanks to Athena taking such good care of him. I guess I should pitch in every once in a while, too, huh...)
Bookshelves
Phoenix:
(This office might look messy... ...but at least I keep all of my clients' personal info safe under lock and key. That's what a successful man does, right? Puts his efforts where they count!)
Couch
Phoenix:
(Apollo's jacket, Athena's notes... ...and Trucy's magic props. Not that I'm complaining... It's nice to know my friends and family are always close by.)
Talk
You're getting married?
Phoenix:
In all seriousness, Larry, are you really getting married?
Larry:
Not right away, but that's the plan. We're gonna elope, see -- like, love on the run, I guess you could say! Isn't that right, Elly?
Ellen:
................................................ Larry. I do believe there's been a major misunderstanding here. My heart already belongs to another.
Larry:
...Hm?
Ellen:
I'm in love with Sorin... ...not you!
Larry:
S-Say whuuuuuuuuuut?!
Phoenix:
(......That's about what I thought.)
Larry:
B-But, Elly, baby! W-Weren't you running away with me so we could get married?!
Ellen:
As I said, you misunderstand! You said you'd help me escape. That's the only reason I ran away with you!
Larry:
...U-UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! This is NOT happening! I even shook off the police for you... And for WHAT?! That's it! If we can't be together, my life is over! I'm gonna end it all!
Phoenix:
Wait, back up... Did you say you shook off the police?
Larry:
Yes! We HAD to, 'cause we're lovers on the lam!
Phoenix:
...Sorry, Ms. Wyatt, but can you maybe fill me in on what's going on?
Ellen:
To tell the truth, I'm being pursued by the police as a murder suspect.
Phoenix:
M-Murder? They think you killed somebody?
Ellen:
I happened to find a dead body at my reception, so the suspicion fell onto me. They had me confined in a separate room... ...and that's when Larry came along and helped me escape.
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry, but what...?
Larry:
Ohhh, Nick! Me and Elly were going to elope -- we were gonna put it all on the line for true love! But the police tried to stop us, so we had to scramble to shake 'em off! Where did it all go wrooooooooooong?!
Phoenix:
......I feel a migraine coming on.
Ellen:
Please help me! The police are sure to be intensifying their search...! Look! It's even on TV!
TV:
More news on the murder suspect and an unidentified man on the run from the police. A photo of the suspect, Ms. Ellen Wyatt, has just been released by the police. Sources say that the 21-year-old is suspected of clubbing the victim... ...25-year-old Dumas Gloomsbury, to death in the wedding reception hall after her banquet. The two fugitives are said to be highly agitated and dangerous. If you see them...
Phoenix:
You've got to be kidding me...
Athena:
Oh, brother...
Trucy:
I guess this means we're technically harboring a pair of fugitives here, huh?
Larry:
*sniffle* Oh, Nick! What's a guy to do?! Elly's dumped me hardcore!
Phoenix:
I'M the one who should be crying!
Larry
Phoenix:
I haven't seen you in ages. Where have you been all this time?
Larry:
You mean you don't know? You've really gotta stop living under a rock and get out more. I'm the hippest, hottest picture book author in the business -- Laurice Deauxnim! I can't believe you didn't know that I'm taking the picture book world by storm!
Trucy:
Oh! But I know you! You're the one who wrote "Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip," right?!
Phoenix:
Now that you mention it, I think I did hear something about a one-hit wonder...
Larry:
O-One-hit wonder?! What the heck, Nick! I'll have you know I just created a BRAND NEW character, to moderate acclaim! He's mildly popular with 18 to 24-year-old women everywhere! Look! You can see his cute self all over this jacket!
Phoenix:
What? That heart-shaped pork chop?
Larry:
He's not a pork chop! He's the main character of my latest picture book! A lovable little soul who pierces the hearts of lovers with his arrows of amore -- Cupiglet! And you can see this adorable fellow make his debut in... "Cupiglet's Lovey-Dovey Lark"! In stores now!
Phoenix:
Are you sure...? Because I've never seen that book "in stores," now or ever...
Larry:
Well, if you ever do see it, do me a favor and buy a copy or ten, will ya?
Phoenix:
(But I thought you were "taking the picture book world by storm"...?)
Present
Attorney's Badge
Larry:
Wh-What are you showing me your attorney's badge for? Wait, are you saying you want me to take up your badge and hit the courtroom?!
Phoenix:
A-Absolutely not. With you as the defense, you're liable to bring the whole courthouse down. Literally.
Larry:
All I want is ONE chance to defend somebody in court...! OBJECTION! How was that? Pretty good, huh? ...Ready to let me borrow your badge now? You saw how awesome I am at pointing, right? I'm starting to think I'm a natural!
Phoenix:
I'm not lending you my badge, and that's final. Besides, pointing isn't all that a lawyer does!
Larry:
Aww! Pretty please?! Whaddya got to lose?
Phoenix:
My reputation, for one! (I never should've shown him my badge.)
Larry:
Anywho, you'll defend Elly in court, right, buddy?
Ellen:
Please! I'm begging you! I didn't murder anyone! I swear I'm as clean and pure as this pure-white dress!
Phoenix:
(No Psyche-Locks. I guess that means she's telling the truth. But helping a fugitive on the run? What am I getting myself into?)
Ellen:
......There's... actually one more thing I really need to tell you.
Phoenix:
Oh?
Ellen:
You might find this hard to believe, but... ...the truth is... ...I'm a time traveler.
Phoenix:
Huh? I-I'm not sure I follow.
Ellen:
After the wedding reception, I was... attacked... I was moments away from my death... But then, in that instant, I made a wish upon this pendant around my neck... ... and I went back in time to just before the reception started.
Phoenix:
...............
Ellen:
Only, this time around, the man who was trying to kill me was already dead. And... somehow, I became the suspect for his murder. It's as if... history had been rewritten.
Phoenix:
...N-Now, wait just a minute here. I don't understand. Are you saying tha--
*wooooooo*
Phoenix:
Wh-What's going on?!
Athena:
M-Mr. Wright! There are police cars outside! And not just one or two, but a whole bunch!
*wooooooo*
Trucy:
Daddy! A whole squad of officers has the building surrounded!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!
Policeman:
This is the police! There is no escape! Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up!
Larry:
Eeeeeeeeee! Nick, what do we doooooooooo?!
Phoenix:
Heck if I know!
Athena:
I see a bunch of armed officers out there... One, two, three... ...forty-four, forty-five. Wow. Talk about overkill...
Policeman:
Listen here, you criminals! Think about what you're putting your poor parents through. I'm sure this isn't how they raised you! Think about their smiling faces, and their warm, home-cooked meals! Ack! Who in the heck are you...? A detective?! N-Now, hold on there! H-Hey! You can't go in there! It's too dangerous! WAIIIT!
???:
Is everyone okay in here, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
E-Ema?
Ema:
I'm sorry for all the commotion.
Phoenix:
......Um, so, what in the world is going on?
Ema:
Well, I raced on over as soon as I heard that it was Mr. Butz who'd holed himself up in here... ...with the murder suspect after he made off with her.
Phoenix:
And the fleet of patrol cars?
Ema:
The police are being extra careful... ...because apparently, a certain somebody yelled out... "Stay back! I have a bomb!" I'm sure you can guess who I'm talking about.
Larry:
Well, the police were being so persistent, I had to do something! So I tried bluffing! You know, like you do in court, Nick!
Phoenix:
Please leave me out of this...
Ema:
Well, Mr. Wright, I'm bringing this young lady in for questioning. So if you want to talk to her, you'll have to do it down at the detention center.
Phoenix:
*sigh* I suppose I should thank you for your thoughtful gift of trouble and mayhem, Larry.
Larry:
C'mon, Nick! We gotta get down to the detention center right away!
Phoenix:
Listen, Larry... I haven't even decided whether I'm going to take on this case or not.
Larry:
But I know you will! 'Cause it's you!
Athena:
Guess I've got no choice but to tag along and help, then!
Trucy:
What? And skip out on me?! We've only just started practicing your repertoire, you know!
Athena:
Huh?
Phoenix:
You'd better stay and practice with Trucy, Athena. A promise is a promise, after all.
Athena:
That's cold, Boss! You've gotta get me out of this! I can't take it anymore!
Trucy:
Let's get practicing, Athena! Next up is some training for the water tank escape trick! Stick your head in this bucket of water and hold your breath for fifteen minutes!
Athena:
Eep...! Noooooooooooo! Stop! I'm begging you!
Trucy:
Ah! She's getting away! You get back here, Athenaaaa!
Phoenix:
Ha ha ha. I guess the only person cut out to be Trucy's assistant is Apollo. Well, guess we'd better get to the detention center and ask Ms. Wyatt some questions. Especially about that whole "time traveling" business she was talking about.
September 21
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Ellen:
......Oh! It's you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Ms. Wyatt, would you mind if I asked you a few questions?
Larry:
Nick is gonna defend you, Elly! Isn't that great?
Phoenix:
L-Larry! I told you I haven't decided yet...
Ellen:
Wh... Wh... Wh... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Y-You're not going to... take my case? *sniffle* WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm NEVER gonna be happyyyyyyy!
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Wyatt?! (What the--?! Did I do something wrong?!)
Ellen:
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Wyatt, please calm down!
Ellen:
I'm innocent, I tell you! *sniffle* But the police won't believe me! And neither will anyone else! I'm gonna die all alone in a jail ceeeeeell!
Phoenix:
A-All right, all right! I'll do it! I'll take your case -- just please stop crying!
Ellen:*sniffle* R-Really...? You will?
Phoenix:
The fact that Larry was the one who brought you to me had me a little worried, but... ...you don't seem like a killer to me.
Ellen:
OH, THANG YEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Larry:
Thanks, Nick! I knew you'd come through!
Phoenix:
Did I really have a choice?
Larry:
I guess not, heh heh.
Phoenix:
(In any case, it doesn't seem like Ms. Wyatt killed anybody. Plus, it's not like I'm up to my ears in work at the moment.) Ms. Wyatt... Ellen, let's do this -- together!
Ellen:
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh, THANK you, Mr. Wriiiiiiight!
Phoenix:
There, there. It's going to be okay. Now, try to pull yourself together.
Ellen:
A-All right. Just give me a moment... I'm truly grateful to you for taking on my defense, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
S-Sure. No problem. (Wow, she literally pulled herself together...)
Examine
Camera
Phoenix:
(That camera... What is it pointed at anyway? If they're trying to film the defendant, shouldn't it be pointed more this way?)
Guard
Phoenix:
(Look at that guard... He's standing right in that camera's blind spot. From that position, I bet he could even doze off and get away with it.)
Microphone
Phoenix:
(This mic has been here for a long time. It looks pretty worn out. But this little guy has made thousands of conversations possible... ...so I'd probably end up feeling kinda sad if they just up and replaced it.)
Talk
Suspicion of murder
Phoenix:
Ellen, please tell me everything you can about the incident.
Ellen:
...All right. It happened after the wedding reception... I... was attacked... ...by Mr. Gloomsbury.
Phoenix:
(Wasn't "Gloomsbury" the name of the victim in that news report? Maybe I should listen to what she has to say first, though, before I start asking questions.)
Larry:
How dare that guy lay a hand on somebody else's blushing bride! What a creep!
Phoenix:
...That's rich, coming from you. Do you have any idea why he'd attack you?
Ellen:
No... But...
Phoenix:
But what?
Ellen:
Well, to tell the truth... ...Mr. Gloomsbury didn't seem very happy about me getting married.
Larry:
Geez, jealous much?! What a loser!
Ellen:
Mr. Gloomsbury had forced me onto the vista deck, and was going to push me off... Oh, how frightening it all was! I was just about to lose my life -- on what should have been the happiest day of my life! So that's why I... ...I made a wish upon this pendant.
Phoenix:
That pendant?
Ellen:
Yes, it was a gift from my husband-to-be, Sorin. He said it's a symbol of our love.
Phoenix:
And so you made a wish on it?
Ellen:
Now, you may think that what I'm about to say is very strange, but... I begged the pendant, "Please, take me back... back to that blissful moment...!" And do you know what? It worked! It brought me back to just before the reception started!
Phoenix:
...Um, so that's the "time traveling" thing you mentioned back at my office? I'm sorry, but I have to say... it's pretty unbelievable...
Ellen:
U-UNBELIEVABLEEEEEE?! I-I KNEW you'd never believe meeeeeee...
Larry:
Nick, Elly here is an honest-to-goodness time traveler! Don't you believe your own client?! The magic of that pendant sent her back in time before the creep could kill her!
Phoenix:
Aha ha ha. Sure, Larry, sure.
Ellen:
But it's really true, I tell you! This pendant is an important part of the time machine Sorin made. I begged it for help, and it really DID send me back in time!
Phoenix:
(I-Is she listening to herself...?)
Ellen:
I even experienced the reception again, even though we'd already held it once before. And during it, everyone there acted as if nothing unusual was happening at all!
Phoenix:
(Umm... Could you not cook while we're talking, please...?) All right. So when and how did you come under suspicion for murder?
Ellen:
Well, after the reception ended -- the second reception, I mean... ...I went back to the reception hall and started cleaning up the place by myself...
Phoenix:
H-Hold on. Cleaning? Why were you cleaning on your own wedding day?
Ellen:
For my last task as a servant of the Sprocket household... ...I offered to take on the preparation and cleanup of the reception banquet.
Phoenix:
I-I see...
Ellen:
I started to move one of the decorative lanterns in the room... ...but it was so heavy I lost control of it, causing it to topple over and break open. That's when I saw... Mr. Gloomsbury's dead body inside the lantern...!
Phoenix:
So you simply happened to be the first to discover the body, right?
Ellen:
That's right! I just came across it by accident! But I became confused, and didn't know what to do. That's when some of my in-laws saw me... and jumped to the conclusion that I had killed him.
Phoenix:
(So this Gloomsbury guy tried to kill Ellen... ...but then wound up dead himself after Ellen traveled back in time...? A time machine and a magic pendant... How could any of this be possible?)
Ellen's Pendant added to the Court Record.
Larry:
Elly, why don't you tell Nick about that other thing, too? About that shadowy figure you saw when you were being attacked?
Ellen:
Yes, good idea, Larry.
The wedding
Phoenix:
So you and Larry here were never planning on getting married, right?
Ellen:
That's right. We've only had a few brief interactions, so I can't say I know him at all.
Larry:
Oh, Elly! How can you say that?! You and me are bound by fate, I'm telling ya! We're meant to be together!
Ellen:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Y-You're wrong, Larry! *sniffle*
Larry:
I've never been so right, baby! It's as plain as the goatee on my chin!
Phoenix:
Larry, don't make me send you to time out. Now, can you tell me about the groom, Ellen? What's he like?
Ellen:
His name is Sorin Sprocket. Oh, he's the most wonderful man! He is, truly, my destiny.
Phoenix:
Did you say "Sorin Sprocket"? As in...?
Ellen:
That's right. The next president of Sprocket Aviation.
Phoenix:
Wait, he's in line to take over the company?
Larry:
Hmph! He's nothing but a rich, spoiled brat! I'm clearly the better choice. Clearly!
Ellen:
Larry, you and Sorin are as different as night and day. There is no comparison.
Larry:
Ellyyyy, you're breaking my achy-breaky heart!
Phoenix:
(So she's marrying into money, huh?)
Ellen:
I can't believe Sorin chose me, a simple house servant. He's my knight in shining armor, my prince... *sigh* Oh, my Sorin...
The shadowy figure
Phoenix:
So what's this shadowy figure you saw, Ellen?
Ellen:
It was... It was when Mr. Gloomsbury was attacking me... Right after I made a wish upon this pendant, I started to pass out... .. but just then, just as I lost consciousness... ...I saw somebody strike Mr. Gloomsbury from behind.
Phoenix:
Y-You did?! Then that person... ...must be the true culprit! Did you see who it was?
Ellen:
I-I'm afraid not...
Phoenix:
Have you told anybody else about this?
Ellen:
I told some of my in-laws, but nobody took me seriously. They said it was all just a dream.
Phoenix:
(I can't exactly say I blame them... I mean, time travel...?) .........Larry, for my peace of mind, please tell me that figure wasn't you.
Larry:
Of course it wasn't!
Ellen's Statement added to the Court Record.
Present
Pendant
Ellen:
Ooooooh...
Phoenix:
Wh-What's wrong?
Ellen:
I just remembered our reception... We were supposed to be so happy together! Oh, where did it all go wrong...?
Phoenix:
(I can't blame her for being upset.)
Ellen:
Why did this have to happen to me? UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
E-Ellen! Please try to calm down! Okay?!
Ellen:
A-All right...
Phoenix:
(Well, she stopped crying, but... ...how can I ask her about anything when she's still so clearly distraught?)
Anything else
Phoenix:
What can you tell me about this?
Ellen:
Oh, never mind that! What about Sorin? Oh, Sorin... Do you suppose he hates me now?
Phoenix:
I-I really couldn't say...
Ellen:
Oooooh... What if... What if...  What if he doesn't love me anymore because of all this...? Whatever shall I...? *sniffle*
Phoenix:
(Oh, no! She's going to start crying again!) I really don't think he hates you, Ellen!
Ellen:
Y-You don't? Really?
Phoenix:
Yes, really! (...Probably?) So don't cry. You'll only cause him more heartache if you do.
Ellen:
Y-Yes. Yes, you're right. As a Sprocket bride, I have to hold my head up high at all times!
Phoenix:
(I'd better really watch what I say around Ellen...)
Phoenix:
(I guess I've asked her all I can for now.)
Ellen:
Spick and span! Spick and span!
Phoenix:
Um, Ellen? What are you doing?
Ellen:
I want to make everything clean and beautiful for when Sorin comes! I can't have my future hubby come into a dirty room, now can I? It has to be spotless, just like this white dress! Spick and span! Spick and span!
Phoenix:
Let's hope we can wipe away all suspicion from you soon, too.
Larry:
Nick, we'd better get to the crime scene right away!
Phoenix:
What, you're coming, too?
Larry:
Of course I am! If I solve the crime and reveal the true killer with my super sleuthing skills... ...Elly might change her mind about me, ya know?
Phoenix:
You never get the message, do you, Larry?
Larry:
Next stop: the mooring dock in Sprocket Park. C'mon, Nick! Let's go!
September 21
Sprocket Park - Mooring Dock
Phoenix:
So this is Sprocket Park... but where's the reception hall?
Larry:
The reception hall? Oh, that's... ......Wow! Looky there!
Phoenix:
Wh-What? What is it?
Larry:
I just spotted me a cute mamacita! Don't wait up, Nick!
Phoenix:
Hold on! Where's the reception hall?!
Larry:
Sorry, Nick! A man's gotta stop and smell the roses when they appear! I am an artist, after all! Oh, miiiiss! Yoooooooo hooooooooo!
Phoenix:
Argh. I thought he was going to take me to the crime scene! Ah, well. I'm sure he'll come slinking back when he inevitably gets rejected. I'll just take a quick look around until then.
Examine
Tower
Phoenix:
(Wow, that huge airship is moored to just this skinny little tower. I know it's tied down and all, but it still looks like a good breeze could send it flying...)
Bench
Phoenix:
(So this bench hit that sign, huh? Hopefully, it didn't hit a person, too! That would be a catastrophe. I guess from now on, whenever I'm walking around outside... ...I'd better be on the lookout for unidentified flying furniture, too.)
Airship
Phoenix:
Wow, that airship is huge! (Oops. Didn't mean to say that out loud. I've only seen airships like this up in the sky. But I've gotta say, they're mighty impressive when you can see them up-close like this!)
Sign
Phoenix:
(Wow. This thing's really banged up.)
Youth:
You looking at the sign? They say it got damaged by heavy winds yesterday. A big gust sent that bench flying into it. Well, that's what they're saying, anyway.
Phoenix:
I-I see... (The wind caused that?! More like a tornado!)
Youth:
The repair guy was saying, "Don't touch. It's dangerous!"
Phoenix:
I see. Thanks for the heads up. (Poor guy... Looks like it was a lot of work.)
Larry:
Hey, sorry about that.
Phoenix:
I actually thought you'd be back sooner. Didn't work out, huh?
Larry:
Lay off, man! I wasn't on my game today!
Phoenix:
So now that you're done, would you mind telling me where the reception hall is already?
Larry:
Whaddaya mean? It's right there in front of you.
Phoenix:
Huh? Right in front of...? Wait. What's that say? "Flying Chapel"...? Do you mean to tell me...?
Larry:
Yup! Elly's reception was on that airship!
Phoenix:
Whoa! A sky-high reception hall?!
Larry:
Yep, and that's where you'll find the crime scene. Man, not only does that airship fly through the sky, but the space-time continuum, too!
Phoenix:
But the happy couple's honeymoon got left far behind when it made that time skip, though.
Larry:
Here, check the airship out for yourself with this pamphlet.
Flying Chapel Pamphlet added to the Court Record.
Larry:
By the way, I figured you could use some backup, so I called in some help for you.
Phoenix: 
You did?
Larry:
Yup. Should be here any minute now...
*vroom*
Phoenix:
Th-That red sports car! Larry, don't tell me you called...
Larry:
You know it, buddy!
???:
I trust you've been well, Wright?
Phoenix:
!
Maya:
Surprise! Now, admit it -- that was a pretty good Mr. Edgeworth impression, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
M-Maya! What are you doing here?
Maya:
Larry called me up! He said something about it finally being time for him to "tie the ol' knot." But that's funny... I'm pretty sure he mentioned something about being here with his bride...
Larry:
............ Maya! I know this is sudden, but... please marry meeeeeee!
Maya:
............ N-Nick, what's Larry talking about?!
Phoenix:
He was dumped by his bride. Well, by his imaginary bride, anyway.
Maya:
......Wow... Poor Larry. That's a new low, even for him. ......But, hey! Imaginary girlfriends never hurt anyone, right? More power to him!
Phoenix:
This is Maya Fey. She's been abroad for her training as a spirit medium. But now that her training is over, she's back home here in the States.
Maya:
That's right! The new-and-improved Maya Fey is on the scene... ...spirit and girl power at the ready!
Larry:
Heh, look at you, Maya -- all grown up and as cute as ever! Ooh! You know what? I just realized something! If I ever got married, I'd miss out on all the fun of always meeting somebody new!
???:
Hmph. I see you haven't changed a bit, Larry.
Phoenix:
E-Edgeworth! I figured that car belonged to you! But when did you become Maya's chauffeur?
Edgeworth:
It's nothing like that. I just happened to run into her en route, and picked her up. And by "run into her," I mean she jumped out in front of my car. I nearly ran her down.
Phoenix:
(This is Miles Edgeworth. He's a friend of mine, and the district's chief prosecutor. I heard he's been busy lately...)
Phoenix:
So what brings you here? Wait... Don't tell me Larry called you up, too?
Edgeworth:
He did. However, I have business of my own here at the crime scene.
Phoenix:
Business? What kind of business?
Examine
Phoenix:
(I've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.)
Edgeworth's Car
Phoenix:
(I can't believe that Edgeworth's still driving around in that bright red car. Maybe it's time he pimped it out by slapping a cravat on its hood or something.)
Talk
The incident
Edgeworth:
Just so you know, Wright, I am the lead prosecutor on this case.
Phoenix:
What?! You?!
Edgeworth:
Yes. It appears we'll be standing on opposite ends of the battlefield this time around.
Phoenix:
(So I'll be up against Edgeworth tomorrow...)  ......But I don't get it, Edgeworth. What about this case warrants the personal attention of the district's chief prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
It's a bit... complicated, to say the least.
Phoenix:
In what way?
Edgeworth:
The groom is a member of the Sprockets, a family with immense influence. If his bride were to stand trial in court, it would sully the Sprocket name. So they tried to apply some pressure on the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
...Pressure to settle it amicably, right?
Maya:
What do you mean, "settle it amicably"?
Phoenix:
It means that they're trying to sweep this whole thing under the rug.
Maya:
Wow. Sprocket Aviation really has that much clout?!
Edgeworth:
Yes. They have especially strong ties in both the political and the judicial worlds... ...to the point where no one dares to oppose them.
Phoenix:
Don't tell me that includes you...
Edgeworth:
Don't be ridiculous, Wright. It's quite the opposite. The Prosecutor's Office is filled with cowards, as I found out. Every last one of my subordinates was loath to prosecute a Sprocket.
Maya:
So that's why you decided to take on the case yourself, right?
Edgeworth:
That's right. I will personally see to it that justice is served. I always prosecute to the utmost of my abilities, regardless of who I'm up against. For that is a part of my creed. Nothing and no one can sway me from that -- not even the almighty Sprockets.
Phoenix:
R-Right...
Edgeworth:
If they think they can use their influence to bend the truth... ...they have another thing coming.
Phoenix:
You know, I almost feel sorry for them. They were only trying to protect their interests... ...but all they got instead was you.
Larry:
Edgey! C'mon, man! How can you prosecute my poor, sweet Elly? What kind of heartless jerk are you?!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I'm simply doing my job. And I'm warning you, Wright. I won't hold back, not for you or anyone else.
Phoenix:
(Thanks for the warning, Your Righteousness.)
Edgeworth
Phoenix:
So, how's it going, Mr. Chief Prosecutor? Busy as always, I presume?
Edgeworth:
Of course. Unlike SOMEBODY who has too few clients and too much time on his hands.
Phoenix:
Huh, guess that explains why your brow is more furrowed than the last time I saw you. Maybe you should learn to relax a little, Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Nice try, Wright. But as always... ...I have no intention of showing anyone any mercy... ...including you.
Phoenix:
(As inflexible as ever, I see.)
Edgeworth:
Besides, I think I've mellowed out a bit with age. So if anything, those furrows should have smoothed out a little as well.
Phoenix:
......Honestly, Edgeworth, are you really that blind to yourself?
Edgeworth:
E-Excuse me?!
Maya:
He's really self-conscious about those lines, isn't he?
Present
Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth:
There doesn't seem to be any rust on that badge... ...but can the same be said of its owner?
Phoenix:
Of course! I'm practically rust-proof.
Edgeworth:
Heh. Let's hope you stay that way.
Ellen's Pendant
Edgeworth:
So the suspect is claiming that she made a wish on that pendant... ...and was transported back in time.
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
Edgeworth:
Hah! Of all the ridiculous things in this world! And you actually believe this fantastic story of hers?
Phoenix:
Umm... W-Well, I, uh...
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You should drop this case if you can't bring yourself to believe in your own client's words. Not that I can blame you for your skepticism, mind you.
Phoenix:
Nnngh... (I may not have a good answer for him right now, but if I just do my job... ...I'm sure the truth will make itself known in the end!)
Ellen's Statement
Edgeworth:
Already started your investigation, I see. I suppose I should praise your enthusiasm.
Phoenix:
You don't need to patronize me, Edgeworth... Just because you're chief prosecutor doesn't make you better than me.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. My title is my title. But when I see a lawyer from some tiny, obscure office hard at work... ...it's only natural that I should want to do my part to help the socially impoverished.
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh... Well, you can help by providing me with some info!)
Flying Chapel Pamphlet
Edgeworth:
A flying wedding chapel... That's a rather romantic venue, isn't it?
Phoenix:
"Romantic"?  I never thought I'd hear THAT word come out of your mouth. Are you feeling okay there?
Edgeworth:
What? Am I not allowed to think such a thing?
Phoenix:
W-Wait. You're not thinking about finally settling down and getting married, are you?
Edgeworth:
Why do you always have to jump to such extreme conclusions? For your information, I have no intention of doing such a thing... What about you, Wright?
Phoenix:
No plans here for now, even if I wanted to... (Well, at least I found out how Edgeworth feels about marriage. Not that it has anything to do with the case...)
Phoenix:
Edgeworth, about this incident...
Edgeworth:
Don't forget, Wright: I'm the prosecutor for this case. Need I remind you that I'm not in the habit of sharing information with my "adversaries"?
Phoenix:
N-No... (I guess we ARE "adversaries" for now...)
Edgeworth:
And you, Larry.
Larry:
M-Me?
Edgeworth:
I'd like you to come with me. You have a lot to answer for after that little stunt you pulled with the suspect.
Larry:
But, Edgey! We're old pals, aren't we?!
Edgeworth:
Personal appeals won't work on me, Larry. Now, come along!
Larry:
Waaaaah! Niiiick! Help me out heeeere!
*vroom*
Maya:
Is it just me, or is Mr. Edgeworth as relentless as ever?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess some things never change. So much for "mellowing out."
Maya:
Well, Nick, we'd better hop to it, too!
Phoenix:
Hop to what?
Maya:
Investigating the crime scene, of course! What else? It's been a long time since you and I teamed up like this! This is going to be fun!
Phoenix:
F-Fun, huh? (It HAS been a long time, though... since we were last together like this...) All right. To the crime scene, then!
Maya:
Yeah! And awaaay we go!
Examine
Phoenix:
(We've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.)
Airship
Maya:
It's not every day you get to see an airship up close like this. So I'm pretty psyched for this!
Phoenix:
Me, too... if it wasn't for the fact that it's the scene of a murder...
Maya:
Oh, right... I almost forgot about that part...
Sign
Maya:
Wow. That sign really got smashed up.
Phoenix:
There were some really high winds yesterday. And they say that that bench was blown right into the sign.
Maya:
Wow! I wish I could've seen that!
Phoenix:
If you'd been there, you would've gotten blown away by the wind too, you know.
Maya:
That sounds kind of fun, actually! Don't tell me you never tried to use an umbrella to fly when you were a kid?
Phoenix:
...I think I'll take "staying alive" over "fun," thank you very much.
Talk
Any ideas?
Phoenix:
Might as well just jump right in, I guess. So, what do you think?
Maya:
Well, let's see. I think... the inside of Mr. Edgeworth's car smelled heavenly!
Phoenix:
N-No, no. Apart from Edgeworth's car. I mean, do you have any ideas about this case?
Maya:
Hmm... Sorry, I can't think of a thing... But what are we wasting all this time with thinking for? There's investigating to be done! Ooh, I can't wait to see what kind of evidence we'll find!
Phoenix:
Y-You seem really excited.
Maya:
You bet, Nick! The dynamic duo is back in the saddle again! Let's go round 'em up, pardner!
Phoenix:
Ha ha. All right, let's get to it, then.
What to do
Phoenix:
So what do you think we should do, Maya?
Maya:
Isn't it obvious? We start by investigating every single place that has anything to do with the case... ...and then grill every single person involved!
Phoenix:
(Her enthusiasm is kind of overwhelming...)
Maya:
Now, go forth, Phoenix Wright! Search out the truth! ...Well, don't just stand there! Say something!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, ma'am...?
Maya:
Louder!
Phoenix:
Y-YES, MA'AM!
Maya:
That's more like it!
Present
Attorney's Badge
Maya:
Your attorney's badge looks so nice and shiny on your lapel! It's so cool -- like the mark of a true hero!
Phoenix:
If I can be a hero to my clients, that's good enough for me.
Maya:
In that case, I'll be the commander that controls the hero from behind the scenes!
Phoenix:
Wait, are you saying you've been manipulating me all this time?
Maya:
Go, RoboWright! To the crime scene!
Phoenix:
(I guess that makes me a RoboLawyer...?)
Ellen's Pendant
Maya:
Whoa! What a beautiful pendant!
Phoenix:
It belongs to Ellen.
Maya:
I love its design of a gear with a rose in the center. I wonder if it has any special meaning?
Phoenix:
"May the gears of our love keep on turning"... ...or something like that, maybe?
Maya:
Do you think their love will get in gear once we solve this case?
Phoenix:
I sure hope so.
Flying Chapel Pamphlet
Maya:
An aerial wedding... sounds so amazing!
Phoenix:
It sure would make for the memory of a lifetime. (But I bet this wasn't the kind of memory poor Ellen hoped to make...)
Maya:
You gotta wonder, though...
Phoenix:
What?
Maya:
After the wedding, do you think the couple gets to ride the airship to their honeymoon?! That would sure make things a breeze!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I guess it would...
Anything else
Phoenix:
What do you think about this?
Maya:
It looks suspicious, but also, not. It could really go either way, I suppose.
Phoenix:
Well, what if you had to come down on one side or the other?
Maya:
Then I guess I'd have to say... it's probably neither.
Phoenix:
(Thanks for the non-answer, Maya.)
September 21
Flying Chapel - Reception Hall
Phoenix:
So this is the reception hall...
Maya:
According to the pamphlet, we're right here!
Phoenix:
(Yikes. We're pretty high up... But at least we're indoors, so it doesn't seem so bad.)
Maya:
Oh, look, Nick! It's Ema! Hey, Ema! Over here!
Ema:
Mr. Wright, Maya. Does this mean you've taken the case?
Phoenix:
Yeah, that's how things kinda turned out. So do you mind if we take a look around?
Ema:
Be my guest. We've pretty much wrapped up our investigation, so go right ahead.
Phoenix:
(Now's a good chance to find out more about the case from Ema, too.)
Examine
Balloon
Phoenix:
It's a hot-air balloon -- a symbol of humanity's ambition to take to the skies... It's kind of a romantic notion, don't you think?
Maya:
Yeah! But I just noticed that it doesn't seem to be tied up to the ceiling all that well...
Phoenix:
I'm sure it's fine... (Please don't let it fall on my head...)
Plane
Phoenix:
A model airplane, the perfect decoration for an airline company wedding.
Maya:
And a propeller plane like this lends the room a great, old-timey feel! Ooh, I'd love to see the Steel Samurai fly a plane like this! Can you picture it? The Steel Samurai, zipping through the clouds over Neo Olde Tokyo?!
Phoenix:
If Sprocket Aviation ever becomes a sponsor of the show, I could see it happening.
Maya:
Why didn't I think of that?! I think I'll go suggest the idea to them later!
Phoenix:
P-Please at least wait until after the trial is over...
Wallet
Phoenix:
It looks like... a business card wallet. I wonder whose it is.
Maya:
That face looks awfully familiar...
Phoenix:
Yes. Yes it does... (Guess I'll bring it to him later.)
Business Card Wallet added to the Court Record.
Pegamoo Lantern
Phoenix:
Wow, look at the horns on this flying bovine! He must be a bull. It seems he made it through the ceremony in one piece.
Maya:
By the look of those wheels, I bet he can be rolled around rather easily, too.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I bet it would be quite a hassle if you had to lift and carry him everywhere. And this is what the backside looks like.
Maya:
What's that by the bottom of his tail? A wheel handle?
Phoenix:
Oh, I get it. This way they can get inside to change the light bulbs.
Maya:
I see they left the wheel handle on the inside unpainted.
Phoenix:
I guess they figured nobody will see it, so why bother. It makes sense to cut costs where you can. Well, overall... ...I can't say I see anything strange about this thing.
Partition (below balloon)
Maya:
I wonder what this partition is for?
Phoenix:
I imagine people like the reception staff or entertainers use it. They probably wait behind it when they're on standby.
Maya:
I see... With a partition this size, I bet they could even fit an elephant back there!
Phoenix:
... Not that anyone sane would.
Partition (below airplane)
Phoenix:
That's one big partition screen. Industrial size, even.
Maya:
I bet it'd cause an industrial-sized mess if it fell over!
Phoenix:
And that's why you're not allowed to touch it, Maya.
Maya:
What?! Then who's going to test how stable it is?!
Phoenix:
Just leave it alone... please?
Fog Machine (below airplane)
Phoenix:
It's a fog machine for the reception.
Maya:
Pretty cool, huh!
Phoenix:
Don't you dare touch it!
Maya:
Aww. Spoilsport.
Phoenix:
That's because I know how you operate.
Fog Machine (below balloon)
Phoenix:
It's a fog machine. I wonder if they used it during the reception.
Maya:
Ooh! ...Hey, Nick. Go stand over there for a sec.
Phoenix:
Um, why...?
Maya:
Just because! Now, go!
Phoenix:
A-All right... (I've got a bad feeling about this...)
Maya:
Fog-Master 9000... ON!
Phoenix:
Maya, noooooo! ............Huh?
Maya:
Aww, nothing happened.
Phoenix:
Looks like it won't work without some dry ice.
Maya:
Darn it. All I wanted to do was surround you in a thick cloud of smoke...
Phoenix:
*sigh*
Fog Machine added to the Court Record.
Doors
Maya:
Get a load of that huge set of doors! I bet all sorts of things come and go through there! Like an elephant!
Phoenix:
I'm pretty sure it's just the bride and groom... (This is a banquet hall, not a circus...)
Back of Hall
Window
Phoenix:
So that's the vista deck out there.
Maya:
I bet the view is amazing! But I guess it must also kinda freak you out, huh, Nick?
Phoenix:
Yeah, kind of. (Mostly because there's no surviving a fall from way up here...)
Sweetheart Table
Phoenix:
This is the sweetheart table where the bride and groom sit.
Maya:
Where they gorge themselves on the wedding feast, you mean! I'd be too nervous to eat in front of a bunch of guests like this, though.
Phoenix:
They say that newlyweds are usually really busy during the reception, you know. They have to greet and talk with all the guests that came to give their blessings. They don't actually get all that much time to enjoy their dinner.
Maya:
Aww... I wouldn't be able to stand that... I can't imagine having a huge feast right in front of me and not being able to eat it!
Phoenix:
They say brides tend to have an especially hard time because of their wedding dresses. With those tight corsets squeezing their waists, they can barely eat a bite.
Maya:
Really...? It sounds like wedding receptions are absolute torture...
Phoenix:
(I guess food still wins out over romance in Maya's book.)
Small Table
Phoenix:
This must be where the time machine was placed.
Maya:
I can't believe that such a beautiful memento was used for murder! It's just awful! Nick! We have to prove Ellen's innocence, no matter what it takes!
Phoenix:
I agree! We can't let this go down as the saddest flying wedding reception in history.
(After examining small table)
Phoenix:
I think that about does it for this area.
Broken Pegamoo Lantern
Phoenix:
This must be the lantern the body was found in. Ellen managed to move it quite a ways. It looks like... a cow, but it's pretty badly broken.
Maya:
That's not a cow, Nick. That's Pegasus, the flying horse.
Phoenix:
No way. It's definitely a cow. It's got horns and everything.
Maya:
But look, it has wings! Cows don't have wings! So it's Pegasus, I tell you!
Phoenix:
Hmm... 
Maya:
Oh, I know! That pamphlet should tell us! Let's see... Apparently, it's called a "Pegamoo."
Phoenix:
I-I did not see that coming.
Maya:
Yet somehow, the name really captures the essence of what this creature is, you know? ...Huh, that's strange.
Phoenix:
What is?
Maya:
Well, this Pegamoo is definitely a male "Pegabull," right?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I'd say so, what with the horns and all.
Maya:
Okay, well... That Pegamoo over there is also a Pegabull. But take a look at the pamphlet. See? The one on the right says "Pegabull," but...
Phoenix:
The other one says "Pegacow" -- a female Pegamoo.
Maya:
Right. The pamphlet goes on to say how they have Pegamoos for the happy couple.
Phoenix:
So for Ellen's ceremony, there should have been a male and female pair of Pegamoos... ...but, for some reason, there are two males here.
Maya:
Maybe somebody made a mistake when they were setting up the room?
Phoenix:
It's hard to believe a fancy place like this would make that kind of blunder, though...
Broken Lantern added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
In any case, we'd better check this thing out.
Broken Pegamoo Lantern (subsequent times)
Phoenix:
Let's take another look at this lantern, shall we?
Wheel
Phoenix:
Did this come from the lantern...?
Maya:
Ick. It's covered in blood.
Phoenix:
Maybe it got on there when the killer was putting the body in the lantern?
Maya:
Can you imagine going to open a door and finding the knob covered with blood...?
Phoenix:
That'd be... bloody awful, to say the least.
Body Outline
Phoenix:
So this is where the body was found... And the first person to find it was... Ellen. Ema, what can you tell me about the condition of the body when it was found?
Ema:
Let's see... The victim was apparently hit on the back of the head. Here's a photo of the scene as we found it.
Photo of Victim added to the Court Record.
Petal
Phoenix:
Hmm, what do you think this is, Maya?
Maya:
It looks like a flower petal to me.
Phoenix:
What an unusual shape for a flower petal.
Maya:
Do you suppose it's from one of the flowers here in the reception hall?
Phoenix:
No, I don't see a single flower like this at any of the tables. I wonder where it came from?
Note
Phoenix:
Hey, what's this?
Maya:
Ooh, let me take a look! "Grab Ellen when convenient, then send her off from the vista deck." ............
Phoenix:
It looks like a note outlining the murder plot...
Maya:
Whoever wrote it has better handwriting than me, but it looks like they wrote it in a rush.
Phoenix:
And why do you say that?
Maya:
Because the writing is only smudged starting from the middle of each line. That happens when a right-handed person with a slight hook writes in a hurry. I do it sometimes myself when I'm not paying attention to where my hand is on the page.
Phoenix:
Guess I'll take your word on that, Ms. Bad Handwriting Expert.
Maya:
Hey! Even I don't smudge my handwriting this badly!
Phoenix:
All right, all right. Let's get back to the note...
Ema:
That note was apparently written by the victim.
Phoenix:
But why would he feel the need to write instructions to himself like this? Are you sure the victim wrote it?
Maya:
I sometimes write a note to myself before I go shopping. Potatoes, carrots, onions, flour...
Phoenix:
Uh, Maya? Are you craving curry rice or something?
Maya:
Whoops.
Phoenix:
So, Ema, where's this "vista deck" the note mentions?
Ema:
It's that heliport you see right outside the window over there.
Phoenix:
So he'd planned on pushing Ellen off from there? What a monster.
Gloomsbury's Note added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
I guess that about does it for this lantern.
Talk
What happened
Phoenix:
Edgeworth wouldn't tell us anything about this case. So do you think you could give us a rundown?
Ema:
Well, seeing as he's going to be prosecuting, I'd expect him to be tight-lipped about it. The incident occurred yesterday, on September 20th. It happened after the wedding reception, which lasted from 7 PM to 10 PM.
Phoenix:
7 PM to 10 PM, huh? Got it. Um, by the way... ...you didn't hear about any time traveling or anything, did you?
Ema:
Time traveling? What do you mean?
Phoenix:
Oh, uh, nothing. Forget it. (That's pretty much the response I expected.)
Ema:
The victim's name is Dumas Gloomsbury. He was a servant in the Sprocket family household.
Phoenix:
Ellen was a maid for that family as well, so that means... ...the two of them were coworkers?
Ema:
Yes. They apparently knew each other. Mr. Gloomsbury was the lead servant, after all. He was very serious about his work, but he was also a very closed and private man... ...so the other servants called him "Mister Doom-n'-Gloom" behind his back.
Phoenix:
If he was the lead servant, he must've been higher-ranked than Ellen. What makes the police think Ellen killed this man, a guy who was essentially her boss?
Ema:
We don't know the defendant's motive yet... ...but the circumstances surrounding the discovery of the body don't bode well for her.
Phoenix:
And what circumstances are these, exactly?
Ema:
Well, some of her in-laws saw what looked like the immediate aftermath of the murder. The suspect was standing in front of the body with the murder weapon still in her hands.
Phoenix:
But why would a bride, who was just about to start a happy new life, kill someone? Do the police have an explanation for that?
Ema:
Yeah, about that... They believe the victim attacked the suspect and was killed when she fought back.
Phoenix:
But why did he attack her to begin with?
Ema:
Well, a mere servant girl was going to suddenly be the wife of the future president. Mr. Gloomsbury must've been more than just a little jealous of her...
Maya:
So this "Mister Doom-n'-Gloom" attacked Ellen first? But if she was only trying to protect herself... ...wouldn't that count as justified self-defense on her part, Nick?
Phoenix:
It would. There's a good chance she'd be acquitted if we could prove that, but... (I wonder what Edgeworth will have up his sleeve to counter that claim?)
Maya:
But, wow. A servant girl marrying the future president of such a huge company... It sounds like a modern-day fairy tale!
Ema:
It does, doesn't it? Thing is... ...not everyone was on board with their union, apparently.
The murder weapon
Phoenix:
So what was the murder weapon, Ema?
Ema:
This clock with a secret mechanism built into it. It was on display here in the reception hall. The suspect was holding it when the murder was discovered.
Phoenix:
So the victim was clubbed to death with this, huh? But that's funny. There's no blood on it as far as I can tell.
Ema:
Maybe it was wiped off in an attempt to tamper with the evidence? But there was definitely a luminol reaction... ...and it matches up with the shape of the injury, so it's gotta be the murder weapon.
Maya:
What a funny-looking clock.
Ema:
They call it the "Time Keeper." The idea is that it's a time machine. Every time the couple sees it, it'll bring them back to the memory of their wedding day.
Phoenix:
(A time machine, huh? Come to think of it... Ellen said her pendant was part of a time machine... I wonder how the secret mechanism in this thing works.)
Time Keeper added to the Court Record.
A star-crossed marriage
Ema:
The suspect never had any family or relatives to depend on... ...so she was working as a live-in maid for the Sprocket family to support herself.
Phoenix:
So a maid with no family or fortune was set to marry the president's son, huh? I guess it's not surprising that ruffled a feather or two.
Ema:
Yes. Apparently, the groom's parents and all of his other relatives were strongly opposed. But that didn't stop the young couple from deciding to go ahead with their wedding.
Maya:
Love flourishes in the face of adversity! 
Phoenix:
Oh? Is that how it works?
Maya:
Yup! If you ever have any questions about love, just ask me! I'm a qualified expert! I spent all of my spare time in Khura'in watching soap operas on TV.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure that's enough to make you a qualified anything, Maya...
Ema:
Oh, and by the way... I heard the suspect faced her fair share of harassment, too. And from the sound of it, it got pretty ugly for her.
Phoenix:
Hmm... So even though this incident could cause a huge scandal for the company... ...it might be a boon for those who opposed their marriage to begin with. After all, with Ellen's arrest and everything, the marriage is most definitely off now...
Present
Broken Lantern or Photo of Victim or Gloomsbury's Note
Ema:
It's absolutely unbelievable. What kind of monster would plan to commit a murder on somebody's happiest day?
Phoenix:
I take it this means you don't have any significant new leads...
Ema:
No, I'm afraid not. You?
Phoenix:
I've got nothing.
Ema:
I wish I could be of more help.
Phoenix:
Well, thanks anyway. I appreciate it. All we can do is keep on keeping on, right?
Time Keeper
Phoenix:
So you're sure this is the murder weapon in this case?
Ema:
Positive. The shape of the victim's injuries and the shape of this clock are a perfect match.
Phoenix:
I see...
Ema:
I daresay that if somebody were to get knocked over the head with this thing... ... it's more likely to cut off their future than send them to the past!
Phoenix:
I can't disagree with you there.
Anything else
Ema:
Is there something I can do to help you with that?
Phoenix:
Actually, I was hoping it would help me move my investigation along...
Ema:
Sorry, but that's not going to do much for you here, I'm afraid.
Phoenix:
That's too bad...
Ema:
Aww, don't look so glum. You have to keep a positive outlook! Why don't you take a break with something sweet? I highly recommend Snackoos, myself. You want to try some?
Phoenix:
Uh, no thanks. I appreciate the offer, though.
Ema:
Suit yourself... You don't know what you're missing.
Phoenix:
Well, I guess that just about does it for the crime scene.
Maya:
Hey, Nick. I want to see the rest of the airship! We might as well, since we're here!
Phoenix:
(True. We might even run into some of the other people involved in the case.)
???:
............
Phoenix:
!
Maya:
N-Nick, how long has that guy been standing there?
Phoenix:
(I didn't even notice him until just now.) Excuse me. Are you with Sprocket Aviation?
???:
...............
Phoenix:
Huh?
Maya:
Nick! He wrote something on that paper airplane!
Phoenix:
I guess we're supposed to read it, then?
???:
...............
Phoenix:
Let's see here... "Get out, intruders." (Well! That was a rather cold welcome.)
Ema:
Mr. Wright, Maya, meet the lone son of the president of Sprocket Aviation... ...Sorin Sprocket. Or, to put it another way: the future president of Sprocket Aviation.
Phoenix:
So he's Ellen's fiancé? 
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
Oh, there he goes...
Ema:
He's kind of an eccentric. I hear he's the genius inventor behind many of Sprocket Aviation's business successes.
Phoenix:
An inventor, huh...?
Ema:
Yup. He even designed this airship.
Phoenix:
That's pretty impressive.
Maya:
Nick! This is no time to be standing around gawking! We have to go after him! We need to ask him some questions about Ellen!
Phoenix:
Oh. R-Right. (It looked like he was heading outside.)
...
(Wright Anything Agency)
Examine
Couch
Maya:
So, are you thinking about a new look, Nick?
Phoenix:
What are you talking about?
Maya:
That red jacket.
Phoenix:
Oh. That's Apollo's.
Maya:
Hmm... Maybe you should wear a little red every once in a while... But... Hmm... It's not really your color, is it? Then again, you never wear anything but blue... so why not give it a try! Here you go, Nick! Put it on!
Phoenix:
Um, like I said, it's not even mine...
Charley
Maya:
It's Charley! His branches are as handsome as ever.
Phoenix:
Charley seems happy to see you, too, Maya. His leaves are greener than usual today.
Maya:
Well, he looks super healthy!
Phoenix:
We always make sure he's watered and well-cared for. (And by "we," I mean Athena and Trucy.)
Bookshelves
Maya:
These are all your case files, right?
Phoenix:
Yes, and there's private information on my clients in there, too... ...so no snooping.
Maya:
Hm? What's this? "Perfecting Teleportation Magic"?
Phoenix:
Huh? (Trucy must've swapped out my files for her magic books!)
Magic Cabinet
Maya:
Whoa! It's one of those Zig Zag cabinets for dividing a person into three! I've never seen one in real life before!
Phoenix:
It's one of Trucy's magic props. 
Maya:
Ooh! Let's try it out!
Phoenix:
I don't know... It's probably dangerous to get in that thing if you don't know how it works.
Maya:
Aw, come on, Nick! Just hurry up and get in there already!
Phoenix:
Why am I the one on the chopping block here?!
Behind Couch
Maya:
Ooh! There's all kinds of interesting stuff here! Like this hoop!
Phoenix:
Ha ha. Maya, that's not a hoop for hula hooping, you know. It's a--
Maya:
A hoop used for levitation magic, right?
Phoenix:
Nngh! (How did she know?!)
Piano
Maya:
Come to think of it, you used to be a pianist, right, Nick? So play something for me!
Phoenix:
I'm not really good enough to play in front of other people...
Maya:
...Can I play, then?
Phoenix:
No way! We'll get complaints from the hotel next door.
Maya:
No fair! It's just a glorified shelf if nobody plays it, you know!
Present
Broken Lantern
Maya:
This poor Pegabull. He used to be so handsome, and now look at him. I wonder if I can fix him?
Phoenix:
W-Wait, Maya! You can't tamper with important evidence like that! So don't even think about it!
Maya:
...I bet Ema would let me do it if I asked!
Phoenix:
It's not like building a plastic model, you know. Just leave it to the professionals.
Maya:
I guess you're right. But I could've remodeled him into something even cooler!
Phoenix:
(I'm pretty sure "remodeling" falls under the category of "evidence tampering," too.)
Photo of Victim
Maya:
I'm dying to find out who killed Mister Doom-n'-Gloom. So let's hurry up and find some evidence, and solve this case already!
Phoenix:
Then why don't you lend me a hand?
Maya:
What do you think I'm doing here! Now, let's find the truth together!
Gloomsbury's Note
Maya:
Ol' Gloomsy's handwriting sure is neater than mine.
Phoenix:
Maybe it's because the other servants had to be able to read his writing, too?
Maya:
But some of the words in this are smudged.
Phoenix:
I guess he rubbed them with his hand as he was writing. Judging by the content, I'm guessing he wasn't in the best frame of mind when he wrote it.
Maya:
I'll say... A scary note like this would rub anyone the wrong way...
Time Keeper
Phoenix:
The Time Keeper... If you really CAN travel through time with this thing, I'd go back to before the incident.
Maya:
That's it? Come on, Nick! You can think bigger than that! We could go back to the age of the dinosaurs! Or even the heyday of samurais and ninjas! Can you imagine how much fun it would be?!
Phoenix:
(I can imagine how much it would screw up our present day...)
...September 21
Sprocket Park - Mooring Dock
Phoenix:
There he is. Excuse me. Could we talk to you?
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
Excuse me. Do you mind if I ask what you're doing?
Sorin:
............! ............
Maya:
H-He sure is writing up a storm!
Sorin:
It IS possible. If an enormous change in mass could be detected at that observation point... ...then theoretically, matter can retain its form, even as it crosses the event horizon...
Phoenix:
L-Let's just see what he has to say about Ellen...
Talk
Ellen
Phoenix:
Excuse me, but we'll be representing Ellen in court tomorrow... ...so, could we ask you about the case?
Sorin:
............ ............
Phoenix:
...Ow! Wh-What the...? "Not interested." "Not interested"?! How can you say something like that?!
Maya:
This is about your fiancée! She's under arrest, you know!
Sorin:
............ ...The diameter of the airship is approximately  eighty feet. The amount of energy necessary to move matter comprised of that amount of mass is...
Phoenix:
He's off in his own little world.
Maya:
I can't believe he said he was "not interested" in talking about his own bride's arrest!
Phoenix:
We'll just have to talk on his level, then, with something he might be interested in.
Present
Ellen's Pendant
Leads to:
"Could you take a look at this?"
Time Keeper
Sorin:
......... What are you showing me that for? ............ ............
Phoenix:
Mr. Sprocket!
Sorin:
...........
Phoenix:
(I can't read him at all. Not even with an item as loaded with sentiments as this...)
Anything else
Sorin:
............ ............
Phoenix:
Does this bring anything to mind?
Sorin:
............ ...........
Phoenix:
Even some small, vague detail will do...
Sorin:
........... ............
Phoenix:
Ack! (This guy really doesn't want to talk, does he?)
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this?
Sorin:
! I-Is that... Ellen's?
Phoenix:
Ellen told us that she traveled through time during the incident. She said it happened after she made a wish on this pendant.
Sorin:
...... You mean to say you two are Ellen's lawyers?
Phoenix:
...Yes. I told you that just a minute ago.
Sorin:
Sorry. I was lost in thought.
Maya:
He wasn't even listening?
Phoenix:
Oh, boy. (He's not at all what I expected... based on Ellen's gushing testimonial, anyway...)
Talk
Ellen
Phoenix:
We'd like to ask you about Ellen's case, if you don't mind.
Sorin:
............ I don't know a thing about it, so why don't you go ask the police?
Phoenix:
(In other words, "Not interested"...)
Maya:
This guy is the worst! Now I feel sorry for poor Ellen.
Phoenix:
In that case, can I ask you about how Ellen traveled through time?
Sorin:
............ Go on.
Phoenix:
Guess that got your attention...
Maya:
So... is time travel really even possible?
Sorin:
Yes, it IS possible.
Phoenix:
(A-All righty, then...)
Sorin:
At the same time, it is also impossible. The pendant I gave Ellen... ...is not supposed to operate as a time machine by itself.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Sorin:
The Time Keeper, that clock we had displayed in the reception hall... ...THAT is the body of the time machine. The pendant is simply a part.
Maya:
That clock was the murder weapon, wasn't it? But it's a time machine, too?
Sorin:
What Ellen experienced is akin to traveling down a road by a car key. Physically and metaphysically, it should be impossible. ......Unless... maybe the quantum system inside the pendant... ...somehow accidentally interfered with the natural flow of the fourth dimension...?
Phoenix:
......We're losing him again... ...Maybe we'd better ask him some more about the time machine.
The time machine
Leads to:
"So you've been researching time travel, have you?
Phoenix:
So you've been researching time travel, have you?
Sorin:
Moving through the space-time continuum would be man's ultimate means of travel.
Phoenix:
Time travel as a mode of transportation?
Sorin:
Since the dawn of time, man has developed multifarious methods of transportation. Horses, steam engines, gas engines, airplanes, spaceships... But they are all fundamentally similar, in that they constitute three-dimensional movement. Time travel through the space-time continuum would shift mankind into a new paradigm.
Maya:
......I don't why,[sic] Nick, but I'm getting awfully sleepy all of a sudden...
Sorin:
For generations, Sprocket Aviation has advanced the development of transportation. Therefore, it's only natural that I would research time travel as man's next great leap.
Maya:
*yaaaaawn* Oh! Is he done? So what exactly does all that stuff he was saying mean, Nick?
Phoenix:
Well, basically, it's like taking a hamburger joint... and adding a drive-thru to it, I guess?
Maya:
Oh, I get it! It's the same burger, but with a quicker and more efficient delivery system! So what Sorin really wants to do is... ...lunch humanity into the future!
Sorin:
"Launch," not "lunch." 
Phoenix:
But do you really believe that time travel is possible?
Sorin:
It only becomes truly impossible when man stops daring to believe. Besides... time travelers do exist, you know. But you wouldn't understand. 
Maya:
Did you hear that, Nick? Time travelers really do exist!
Phoenix:
All I know is, Sorin isn't the easiest guy to wrap your head around...
Maya:
Oh, I don't know. I kind of like the way he talks. It's full of hope for the future! He's more passionate than I thought, too... When it comes to inventions, anyway.
Phoenix:
(Yeah. His apparent lack of concern for Ellen is troubling, though.) So, I hear that the rest of the Sprocket family was opposed to your marriage. What are your thoughts on that?
Sorin:
...............I...
???:
Master Sorin. It is time for the meeting on next term's project. 
Sorin:
............
???:
What is this? Daydreaming about your inventions again? Tut, tut. You are the future president. You must consider the business side, too. It is I. I found Sorin. Send the car over at once. 
Sorin:
......I'm not interested.
???:
Oh, Master Sorin. You do give me quite the headache at times. In any case, your attendant is waiting. Please go to him now.
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
Excuse me, but who are you?
???:
Oh, where are my manners? My name is Pierce Nichody. Please call me Pierce. I am the Sprocket family butler.
Maya:
N-Nick! A butler! I didn't know they actually still existed! I thought they were just on TV and stuff!
Nichody:
And who might you be, if you don't mind my asking?
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm Phoenix Wright, Ellen Wyatt's lawyer.
Maya:
And I'm his assistant, Maya Fey. I'm a spirit medium. 
Nichody:
Oh! So it is you. I am most grateful to you for taking on Miss Ellen's defense. You have my sincerest thanks.
Phoenix:
D-Don't mention it. So hey, speaking of the case...
Nichody:
Oh. One moment, please. ............
Maya:
Wow! What a beautiful pocket watch!
Nichody:
Oh, this? It's just a bit of a good luck charm. 
Phoenix:
(That's one expensive good luck charm... But I guess it makes sense. Knowing the time is pretty important in his line of work. So I guess that pocket watch is as important to him as my attorney's badge is to me.)
Nichody:
There is a little time before I must attend to Master Sorin again. Why not come to Sprocket Manor?
Phoenix:
Huh? You mean, to Sorin's home?
Nichody:
As a token of appreciation for taking on Miss Ellen's defense... ...I would like to serve you some delicious tea and refreshments.
Maya:
Oh, boy, Nick! A fancy high-society tea party! With high-class snacks and everything!
Phoenix:
And what about the investigation?!
Maya:
Are you kidding? What better place to investigate next than Sorin's house?!
Phoenix:
I don't know. Do you really think his house is going to give us any new leads?
Maya:
Of course it will! I say we take the butler up on his kind offer and go to Sorin's place!
Phoenix:
All right, all right. You win.
Nichody:
Very good. To Sprocket Manor, then.
...
September 21
Sprocket Manor - Foyer
Maya:
Wow! This place does NOT disappoint! Ooh, I'm so excited!
Phoenix:
Whoa! Slow down, Maya! The mansion isn't going anywhere!
Nichody:
Now, then. We won't have to worry about anyone untoward eavesdropping here. I take it you wanted to ask me some questions...?
Phoenix:
Huh?! ...... THAT'S why you invited us here?!
Nichody:
I am sorry to have tricked you like this. But this IS a murder, after all. I couldn't talk openly about it in public and risk sullying the Sprocket family's reputation.
Maya:
Aww... And I was REALLY looking forward to all those fancy snacks, too...
Phoenix:
There, there, Maya. Don't cry. (Hmm... This Pierce guy is one shrewd man...)
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Look at that cute vintage radio!
Phoenix:
(Radio...? Oh, that thing under there, under the stuffed bull's head.)
Maya:
I'm gonna take a closer look!
*CRASH*
Phoenix:
I thought I told you to settle down...
Maya:
I'm sorry...
Nichody:
Not to worry.
Phoenix:
(Wow, that little mech fixed it right up!)
Nichody:
I am not only the butler, but I'm also Sprocket Aviation's repair department director. One might say that "patching things up" is my specialty. 
Maya:
That was incredible! What IS that little doohickey on your shoulder, anyway?
NIchody:
It's my "FXR-UPR" shoulder mech. Master Sorin made it for me. It has too many features and functions to effectively enumerate at the moment, though.
Maya:
That's so cool! I wish I had one of those!
Nichody:
Fixing things is a simple matter. But fixing people is a different matter... Even a skilled physician can't bring back the dead. Oh, but forgive me. I seem to have gotten sidetracked. 
Phoenix:
(He must be in shock over Mr. Gloomsbury's death... Still, I do need to ask him some questions about the case. I should take a look around and see what I can find out while I'm here, too.)
Examine
Bull head
Phoenix:
A bull... Come to think of it, there was a bull logo on the side of the Flying Chapel, too.
Maya:
The president of the company must have a thing for cattle!
Lady:
The bull is the symbol of Sprocket Aviation. "To be as strong and steady as a bull." That's the company creed, you know.
Phoenix:
(Probably for all the back-breaking labor they put their employees through...)
Lady:
By the way, that bull logo on the Flying Chapel -- the one with the rainbow wings? His name is "Rainy the Rainbull." Get it?
Maya:
I get it! He's a rainbow-colored bull, so he's a "Rainbull," right? What a memorable name, huh, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, for the lameness of the pun...)
Radio
Phoenix:
Don't you dare touch that radio again. It looks like an expensive antique.
Maya:
What are you worried about? If it breaks again, Pierce will just fix it up again!
Phoenix:
(I really hope he's nice enough to waive the repair bill...)
Propeller
Maya:
Nick! Look at that airplane propeller up there going round and round!
Phoenix:
I see they've got an aviation theme going on. Makes sense for an airline family. I wonder if it doubles as a fan.
Maya:
Ooh! What if the rest of the plane were on the other side of the wall?! And the wall would open up so the plane could take off in an emergency! How cool would that be!
Phoenix:
If that's what's behind the propeller wall, then what's behind the bull wall across the way? Oh, I know! Maybe it's the rest of him! That must be where the Sprockets get their milk!
Maya:
Nick... First of all, that's a beef cow. And second, bulls don't make milk.
Phoenix:
Oh. Right... (That's what I get for trying to play along...)
Bridal Bouquet
Phoenix:
Oh, it's the bridal bouquet. 
Maya:
Hey Nick, how about I throw it, and you try to catch it?
Phoenix:
Why me?
Maya:
Just because. I bet you'd look hilarious flailing around trying to grab it.
Phoenix:
But doesn't tradition dictate that it's the ladies that go after the bouquet?
Maya:
Who cares! Just catch it! Here!
Phoenix:
Ow! H-Hey! You threw that right at my face!
Lady:
Oh, you don't want to catch THAT bouquet. Trust me.
Maya:
Why not?
Lady:
They say it's bad luck to catch the bouquet of a marriage that doesn't last.
Phoenix:
B-But I already caught it...
Maya:
Whoops. Too late now, huh, Nick.
Phoenix:
............
Wedding Pictures
Phoenix:
Oh, are those pictures of the wedding reception?
Man:
Yes, I took them with my trusty camera here.
Maya:
Um... do you mind if we have a look at that photo?
Man:
Be my guest! Take as long of a look as you'd like. Well, what do you think of this gorgeous dreamscape? A thick fog billows across the room, making it look as if the couple were walking on clouds.
Maya:
Wow... Look at how beautiful Ellen is here! She looks a little nervous, though.
Phoenix:
She does, doesn't she.
Maya:
Hey, look! There's Pierce!
Phoenix:
Really? Where?
Maya:
Right there, behind the sweetheart table!
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right. I bet he was there attending to the happy couple the whole dinner. 
Maya:
So, what do you think, Nick? Does anything in this photo stick out at you?
Phoenix:
No, not at the moment, anyway.
Photo of Reception added to the Court Record.
Maya:
Hey, Nick? If Ellen really did travel back in time... ...do you think this photo is of the second reception -- you know, after the time jump?
Phoenix:
Hmm... I wonder. Excuse me. Sir?
Man:
Yes? Can I help you?
Phoenix:
Ellen told us she traveled back in time. Would you happen to know anything about that? 
Man:
Oh, um... N-No... I-I... I-I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about!
Phoenix:
? (He clammed up faster than a clam!)
Card on Floor
Phoenix:
Excuse me, but there's a card here on the floor.
Man:
Well, look at that. It's a Flying Chapel key card.
Phoenix:
The Flying Chapel? What areas on the Flying Chapel require a key card, if I may ask?
Man:
Mostly areas we want to keep the public out of... ...such as the staff room and the hold, which is chock full of machinery.
Phoenix:
So you can't enter those areas without a key card?
Man:
That's right... Hm? This one here belongs to Ellen.
Phoenix:
(Wait, what's Ellen's key card doing here?) Did Ellen come back here after the incident occurred?
Man:
I don't believe so. And she was arrested by the police straight away this morning. Although... there was a strange man with a gaudy jacket in here earlier. 
Phoenix:
Was that man... wearing a beret, by any chance?
Man:
Yes, he was, as a matter of fact! He was also wearing sunglasses and a fake mustache!
Phoenix:
(I knew it... The only question is, what was he doing here?)
Framed Photo
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Now, here's a real lady!
Phoenix:
She looks smart as a whip, doesn't she?
Maya:
I wonder who she is? We didn't see her on the airship...
Man:
That is Selena Sprocket... Sorin's elder sister. Beautiful and capable, she was a great lady.
Phoenix:
Sorin's sister... Hmm... I think I see the resemblance. (Maybe I'll show Pierce this photo later and ask him about her.)
Selena Sprocket Photo added to the Court Record.
Framed photo (subsequent times)
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Now, here's a real lady!
Phoenix:
She looks smart as a whip, doesn't she?
Maya:
I wonder who she is? We didn't see her on the airship...
Man:
That is Selena Sprocket... Sorin's elder sister. Beautiful and capable, she was a great lady.
Phoenix:
Sorin's sister... Hmm... I think I see the resemblance.
Talk
The incident
Nichody:
About the incident Miss Ellen was arrested for... ...do you think she did it?
Phoenix:
Well, I can't prove it yet, but no, I don't think she could've done it. I guess you could call it a gut feeling.
Nichody:
...... I see. I guess we have different opinions, then.
Phoenix:
Do we, now?
Nichody:
The prosecution says that when Gloomsbury attacked Miss Ellen, she fought back... ...and ended up killing him. I agree with this perspective. Or rather, that is the consensus of the entire Sprocket family.
Phoenix:
...Even so, I heard an interesting story from Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth. I heard that the Sprocket family had tried to pressure the Prosecutor's Office... ...into burying this case.
Nichody:
I fear you are mistaken. All we sought was merely a legal consultation. Besides, none of it matters now, as she is no longer a part of this family. Fortunately for us, they had yet to get their marriage license before holding the banquet.
Phoenix:
(So basically, once they realized they couldn't sway the prosecution, they cut her loose...)
Nichody:
......I realize how callous I must sound. But my duty is to protect the Sprocket family, and more specifically... ...Sprocket Aviation's future and Master Sorin, whose genius is essential to the company. I will do anything to achieve that goal. That is my job as the Sprocket family butler.
Maya:
You know, I think Pierce and Mr. Edgeworth would get along really well. Don't you think?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I could easily picture Edgeworth with a butler.
Nichody:
Oh, and by the way... I suppose I should tell you about this as well... It's about when the members of the extended family and I discovered the crime.
Time travel
Phoenix:
Um, did Ellen say anything to you about traveling through time?
Nichody:
...She must have been delirious. There is no need to take such a claim seriously.
Phoenix:
Sorin himself said that time travel was possible, though.
Nichody:
! ......Master Sorin... said that? ......It sounds like he is still stuck in the past.
Phoenix:
(He's psychologically stuck, I take it...)
*ring* *ring*
Nichody:
Excuse me. What is it? ............I see. I believe I told you the madam will be having milk tea. Still, have lemon slices at the ready, just in case. We must not disappoint her, understand?
Phoenix:
You sure are busy.
Nichody:
All in a day's work. ...Still, we really do need Master Sorin to start focusing on the business side of things soon.
Discovering the crime
Nichody:
It was sometime after the reception. Some of the master's relatives and I went to clean up the reception hall... ...and that is when we saw it. A woman standing in front of the victim with the bloody murder weapon in her hand... It was none other than Miss Ellen.
Phoenix:
But, Pierce, it wasn't what it looked like!
Maya:
That's right! She just happened to find the body!
Nichody:
I do not know what Miss Ellen has told you, but what we witnessed... ... was unmistakably the moment immediately after the deed had been committed.
Phoenix:
Nngh...
Nichody:
And that is what I told the police who came in response to my call.
Phoenix:
I-I see... (So Pierce was the one who reported it to the police, huh?)
Sorin's Past
Nichody:
Master Sorin will become the next president of Sprocket Aviation. However, that wasn't always so. Miss Selena Sprocket, Master Sorin's elder sister, was next in line.
Maya:
So why isn't she becoming the next president?
Nichody:
......Because she died... in a car accident.
Maya:
What?!
Phoenix:
I-I had no idea...!
Nichody:
Actually, Master Sorin was also in the car with her at the time of the accident. Losing the sister he loved right before his eyes devastated him. Ever since then, he has buried himself in his research on time machines. He also became a quiet and meticulous -- almost compulsive -- note-taker around then.
Maya:
He seems so stiff and robotic -- I had no idea he was carrying all that around inside him...
Nichody:
Master Sorin has abandoned the company business and spends all his time on inventions. As the family butler, I am truly concerned. I believe it is high time he let go of the past.
Present
Ellen's Pendant or Time Keeper
Nichody:
Master Sorin made the Time Keeper as a symbol of their love for each other. ...A symbol now tainted with blood. I can only imagine how shocking this must be for Master Sorin.
Phoenix:
But surely Sorin believes in the woman he loves.
Nichody:
Master Sorin has the future of Sprocket Aviation to think about. He cannot afford to let his personal feelings affect his judgment. 
Phoenix:
Th-That's awful!
Nichody:
You might think so, but that's the kind of responsibility he must bear.
Phoenix:
(All because he's in line to be the next president, huh? Sounds like it's not going to be easy to find out how Sorin really feels about anything...)
Flying Chapel Pamphlet or Photo of Reception
Nichody:
This incident has severely damaged the company's reputation. I expect reservations for weddings on the Flying Chapel will face an unfortunate decline.
Phoenix:
Pierce, you just lost a subordinate... ...yet, all you can think about is the business?
Nichody:
I am not made of stone, I assure you. But if this company were to go under because of this incident... ...countless employees would lose their jobs.
Phoenix:
I-I see...
Nichody:
To be honest, I wish we could have hidden this tragedy from the public... ...but now that it's going to trial, I suppose there is nothing to be done about it.
Phoenix:
(So the fate of this company depends on this trial... This is more than I bargained for...)
Photo of Victim or Gloomsbury's Note
Nichody:
Gloomsbury... How could he do something so deranged? It is truly a shame. As a servant, he was a cut above the rest.
Phoenix:
Mr. Gloomsbury worked under you, correct? Were there any signs that he was going to do anything like that to Ellen?
Nichody:
No, he gave no indication whatsoever. If only I'd realized what he was up to sooner...
Phoenix:
I-I see...
Selena Sprocket Photo
Phoenix:
Pierce, the woman in this photo is Sorin's older sister Selena, right? I don't think we've met her yet.
Nichody:
Yes, about that... 
Phoenix:
(He seems... hesitant, all of a sudden.) If you wouldn't mind... ...could you tell us about her?
Nichody:
A-All right. Very well. She's a big part of Master Sorin's past, after all...
Phoenix:
Sorin's... past?
Add new talk option: "Sorin's past"
Anything else
Nichody:
And what is this?
Phoenix:
Just wondering if there is anything you can tell me about it.
Nichody:
Hmm... I'm afraid not.
Phoenix:
I-I see.
Nichody:
Time is money, as they say, so perhaps you should learn to spend it more wisely.
Phoenix:
R-Right. (Good advice, but his chilly attitude is giving me some serious goose bumps...)
???:
Hey, Nick! What are you doing here?
Phoenix:
Larry?
Larry:
Oh, man! Edgey gave me a heckuva hard time!
Phoenix:
Larry, what are YOU doing here?
Larry:
I came to promote my new character, Cupiglet! I was hoping Sprocket Aviation would do some kind of tie-in with me for it!
Maya:
Wow. I didn't know Larry was such an aggressive businessman. You could learn a thing or two from him, Nick. Why don't you promote your agency to them?
Phoenix:
Now's not exactly the time for that, in case you haven't noticed.
Maya:
See? And this is why you'll never be rich!
Phoenix:
Actually, Larry, I've been meaning to ask you something. You were on the Flying Chapel yesterday, right?
Larry:
Huh? Was I...? Er...
Phoenix:
What were you doing there?
Larry:
N-Nothing...
Phoenix:
Whatever it was, I bet it wasn't anything to be proud of. But never mind that. Did you see anything that had to do with the case? ......Scratch that. Let's start with, you weren't INVOLVED in this case, were you?
Larry:
! ............
Phoenix:
Larry...?
Maya:
Hey! He took off!
Phoenix:
I just knew it... When something smells, it's usually the Butz... Come on, Maya! After him!
Nichody:
Oh, are you leaving so soon?
Phoenix:
We, uh, have to run... Thank you for making time for us.
Nichody:
I know you have to investigate, but please try to spare the family's feelings as you do.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, of course.
September 21
Sprocket Park - Mooring Dock
Phoenix:
There he is. Hey, Larry!
Larry:
H-Hey, there, friend! Fancy meeting you here!
Phoenix:
There's nothing "fancy" about it. All we did was follow you. So, tell me, Larry. Why did you run away like that?
Larry:
Huh? Me? ...I don't know what you're talking about. A bolt of inspiration for my new picture book hit me and I had to run is all. It was, like, a "Cupiphany!" You dig?
Phoenix:
Riiiiight...
Maya:
He's just going to keep on playing dumb, isn't he, Nick?
Talk
What you saw on the airship
Phoenix:
Come on, Larry. I know you were on that airship, so what did you see?
Larry:
I-I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything 'cause I was never on that stupid airship!
2 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
! Psyche-Locks...
Larry:
You say something?
Phoenix:
(The spiritual power of this magatama allows me to see... ...these mystical locks that appear when someone is trying to hide something from me. They're called "Psyche-Locks," and when I see them... ...I simply touch the magatama (X) to try my hand at breaking them. If I can unlock them, I'm sure to finally get a straight answer out of him!)
Present
Business Card Wallet
Phoenix:
I found this in the reception hall.
Larry:
........... Say, that's a pretty stylish wallet, ain't it?
Phoenix:
Have you ever seen it before?
Larry:
............Nope.
Phoenix:
(I'll take that as a "yes"... Which means he must be trying to hide something from me.)
Larry:
I-I don't know anything about that wallet!
Phoenix:
(I'll just have to take him to task later...)
Selena Sprocket Photo
Larry:
Whoooooooa! Who is she? Who is this lovely vision?
Phoenix:
Larry... *sigh* This is Sorin's older sister. She died in a car accident.
Larry:
Nooooooooo! How could such a beautiful flame have been snuffed out like that?! If she were alive today, I bet I could've made her happy.
Phoenix:
That's funny. I thought you were in love with Ellen?
Larry:
Don't get me wrong, Nick. I just wanna make all the pretty ladies of this world happy, that's all!
Phoenix:
I-I think you're the one getting it wrong...
Anything else
Larry:
Hm? Do you really think you can prove Elly's innocence with that?
Phoenix:
If I knew, I wouldn't need to conduct an investigation, now would I? Now, look at the evidence, Larry! Can you tell me anything about it?
Larry:
Hmm.... Hmmmmmmmmmmm... Hmm... Nope. Sorry! Can't think of a thing.
Phoenix:
(Good thing I had low expectations from the start then...)
Magatama
-- What Larry Is Hiding --
Phoenix:
This is no time for games, Larry. I WILL find out what you're hiding.
Larry:
I'm telling ya, Nick, you've got it all wrong. I've got nothing to do with this case, whatsoever!
Phoenix:
(Oh, come on, Larry! Even a baby could see through such a blatant and obvious lie.) "Nothing whatsoever," huh? If you weren't involved, Larry, then you wouldn't have been involved with this person.
Present Ellen Wyatt Profile
Leads to:
"You're the one who brought Ellen to my office in the first place. ... And all those cops."
Present anyone else
Larry:
Huh? What are you trying to say, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Oops. Looks like I got it wrong.) J-Just ignore I said that!
Larry:
Jeez. Get a grip, will ya?
Leads back to:
"If you weren't involved, Larry, then you wouldn't have been involved with this person."
Phoenix:
You're the one who brought Ellen to my office in the first place. ...And all those cops.
Larry:
Um...
Phoenix:
"Nothing to do with the case, whatsoever" isn't gonna cut it this time, Larry! If you have to lie, at least do a better job of it!
Larry:
U... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Larry:
D-Don't diss me, Nick! If you're so convinced I'm lying, then lemme ask you this! What makes you think I was on that stupid ol' airship, anyway?! Lemme see some proof! If you've got any!
Phoenix:
Doubling down, are you? Fine. You want proof, Larry? Here's proof that you were on that airship!
Present Business Card Wallet
Leads to:
"Uh-oh!"
Present anything else
Larry:
You call that proof? Hmph.
Phoenix:
(Argh! I must've gotten it wrong!)
Larry:
Seriously, Nick. You shouldn't doubt your friends like this. It only hurts the both of us.
Phoenix:
(I'd better try that again.)
Leads back to:
"You want proof, Larry? Here's proof that you were on that airship!"
Larry:
Uh-oh!
Phoenix:
This is your business card wallet, isn't it, Larry? I found it in the reception hall.
Larry:
Gah!
Phoenix:
Time to come clean, Larry Butz. What exactly are you hiding?
Larry:
W-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ...... A-All right! Fine! Ya got me! I'll tell you everything!
1 LOCK BROKEN
UNLOCK SUCCESSFUL
Talk
What you saw on the airship
Leads to:
"Larry, what were you doing on that airship, anyway?"
Present
Business Card Wallet
Larry:
All right, I admit it! That super stylish business card wallet is mine! What more do you want outta me?! ...Wait. Don't tell me you were hoping to keep it for yourself?
Phoenix:
Why would I want a card wallet with your face on it?!
Larry:
Aww, don't be shy! Tell you what, Nick. I'll have one sent to your office. I'll even throw in a "good friend discount" on it, too.
Phoenix:
I'd still have to pay?! (Trucy's going to take it out of my hide, too, once she sees that in the expenses book.)
Anything else
Larry:
What are you showing me that for? Is this an interrogation? Okay, sure, I snuck onto that airship and was wandering around it all by my lonesome. But you gotta believe me! I didn't kill anybody!
Phoenix:
And WHY were you sneaking around on that airship in the first place?
Larry:
Because... it was fate...? Yeah, that's it! I was just following my destiny! That's all I've ever done!
Phoenix:
(Oh, come on, Larry... Are you seriously going to blame all the trouble you've ever caused on fate?)
Phoenix:
Larry, what were you doing on that airship, anyway?
Larry:
Well, I went there to deliver the "Welcome to Our Wedding" sign they ordered from me.
Phoenix:
Huh. I didn't know you took on real jobs like that, too.
Larry:
Well, for your information, my wedding welcome signs are very popular on the Net!
Phoenix:
And that's how you met Ellen?
Larry:
Uh-huh. I mean, I'd seen her in the photo for the welcome sign, but seeing her in person... The way she smiled at me and said, "Thank you"... *sigh* I felt like I'd been hit by lightning!
Phoenix:
And that's when you fell in love with somebody else's bride, huh? So, were you invited to the reception?
Larry:
Can you believe they told me only family and relatives could attend?! They wouldn't even let me into the reception hall!
Phoenix:
(Smart move on their part, I'd say.)
Larry:
I got upset, and started wandering around the airship. That must be when I dropped my business card wallet.
Phoenix:
(So somebody else must've found it... ...and brought it to the reception hall, then.)
Larry:
But you know what? I saw something incredible while I was on that Flying Chapel!
Phoenix:
Like...?
Larry:
Get a load of this!
Phoenix:
Wh-What the heck is this?
Larry:
Whaddaya mean, "what is this"? Isn't it obvious? It's a drawing! I sketched a picture of one of the cabins on the airship.
Phoenix:
So what's so incredible about a cabin?
Larry:
Look at what was outside the window! It's one of those flying dinosaurs -- a real live pterodactyl! I looked out the cabin window and there it was, just flying out there! That airship traveled through time, I tell you!
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh...
Maya:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Larry:
When I told that Pierce butler guy about it... ...he told me to never mention it to anybody ever again.
Phoenix:
But why would he try to keep you from spouting what is clearly just nonsense?
Larry:
Maybe Sprocket Aviation is secretly developing a time machine!
Phoenix:
...... N-No way...
Maya:
N-Nick, this case is... ...totally amazing! Larry! You didn't tell Mr. Edgeworth about this, did you?
Larry:
Of course not! Edgey would just roll his eyes and think I was off my rocker. I didn't even tell him I was wandering around on the airship. I told him I met Elly at the mooring dock and we ran away together.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I can see Edgeworth's eyes rolling right out of his head had he heard about this.
Larry's Drawing added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(So Larry also experienced the time slip somehow... But how is that possible...?)
Larry:
Hey, Nick. I'll be taking my card wallet back now, if you don't mind.
Business Card Wallet swiped back by Larry.
Larry:
Oh, yeah. This is for you.
Phoenix:
What is it?
Larry:
It's a picture of the hold. I took it when I was wandering around on the airship. See? There's Elly right there in the middle.
Phoenix:
Um, the hold?
Larry:
Yeah, see? It's right here on the diagram.
Phoenix:
Okay. So now I know where the hold is. But what was Ellen doing there?
Larry:
Well, they were using it as a prepping area for the reception.
Phoenix:
I see. And around when did you take this?
Larry:
Before the reception. I took it while Elly was getting everything ready.
Phoenix:
So this was taken before the incident occurred... I don't know if it'll be of any help, but thanks for this anyway.
Photo of Hold added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
By the way, Larry. I heard that the door to the hold is controlled by a security system. So how'd you get in there?
Larry:
Th-That's...! A trade secret! Can't tell ya!
Phoenix:
(And the hits just keep on coming...) Well, I guess that's basically a wrap on the investigation.
Maya:
Not quite, Nick! I want to meet Ellen, too!
Phoenix:
Oh, that's right. You haven't met her yet, have you? Okay. Let's head over to the detention center, so you can say hi.
Present
Larry's Drawing
Larry:
Hey! That's the drawing I made. You'd better take care of it. I bet it's gonna be valuable some day! Oh, do you want me to add a character or something to it?
Maya:
Ooh, could you? I'd love to see a true artist at work!
Phoenix:
Hold it! As farcical as this drawing is, there will be no doodling on the evidence until the trial is over.
Larry:
Wh-Whaddaya mean, "farcical"?! I'm never gonna draw anything for you ever again! Not even if you beg me!
Maya:
Aww... Guess that's that, huh, Nick?
Phoenix:
(Need I remind you that it's still a piece of evidence, Maya...?)
Wright Anything Agency
Talk
Any ideas?
Phoenix:
The internal affairs of a powerful and wealthy family... I get the feeling this is going to get messy. What are your thoughts, Maya?
Maya:
Hmm... Prestigious families like this tend to try and protect their reputation, don't they?
Phoenix:
Yeah. That's the thing.
Maya:
But at least YOU don't have much of a reputation to protect. That means you can do anything you want to win this case!
Phoenix:
Who says I don't have a reputation to protect?!
What to do
Phoenix:
I still can't help but wonder... You know this time travel thing Ellen keeps talking about... Do you think it really happened?
Maya:
Oh, I believe it happened!
Phoenix:
Y-You do?! Based on what?
Maya:
Well, it's not really based on anything, exactly... It's just that it's so much more fun to believe that it really happened! As soon as this case is over, I'm going to go talk with Sorin Sprocket myself. I'm going to ask him to send me back to medieval times!
Phoenix:
W-Well, I guess it's nice to have a dream... (Just please don't let the fantasy of time travel turn real in this case...)
Present
Larry's Drawing
Maya:
Larry's a really good artist, isn't he? No wonder he's a famous picture book author!
Phoenix:
Well, he's really good at something all right. Namely, at causing trouble wherever he goes.
Maya:
But he's also helped you out of a bind or two before, right?
Phoenix:
I guess so... (But that's not usually until after he's made a mess of things first...)
September 21
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Ellen:
No! Why?!
???:
Please understand that this is in Master Sorin's best interest.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like Ellen's busy talking with someone...)
Nichody:
The next president cannot be married to a criminal. It would disgrace Sprocket Aviation. Miss Ellen, I need you to forget about this marriage.
Phoenix:
Pardon us...
Nichody:
! ...If it isn't Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
So... their marriage is definitely off?
Nichody:
There is no other choice. We cannot have a criminal in the family. For the sake of Master Sorin and the Sprocket family, this is what is best.
Ellen:
*sniffle* Nooooo...
Maya:
... Um... in that case... ...what if Nick here proved Ellen's innocence? Then you wouldn't have a criminal in the family, right?!
Nichody:
! ..... I-I suppose you are right, but I am afraid that will be impossible.
Maya:
That's not true! Not for Nick. He may look like a nobody, but he can do some pretty amazing things!
Phoenix:
......I don't take cases on lightly, so rest assured, I will prove her innocence.
Nichody:
Mr. Phoenix Wright... I understand your name is quite well-known in the judicial world... For better or for worse.
Phoenix:
... Pierce, I want you to promise me this: If I can prove Ellen's innocence... ...then you won't stand in the way of Sorin and Ellen's marriage.
Nichody:
......Hmph. Very well. But not even the most talented lawyer in the world can change reality itself. And the reality is, Miss Ellen is guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Phoenix:
I believe that's where you're wrong, Pierce.
Ellen:
I'm clean! I swear I am! Obsessively, compulsively, clean! Just as clean and pure as this pure-white dress!
Nichody:
...Fine. You have my word. But you will be the one to regret this promise. ......Now, if you will excuse me.
Phoenix:
(...Now I have all the more reason to win this case.) Ellen, we finished our investigation, and we'd like to talk with you about what we found.
Ellen:
Okay! So what did you find out?
Talk
Investigation results
Phoenix:
In the course of our investigation, we heard that... ...you had been standing in front of the victim with the murder weapon in your hands.
Ellen:
! I-It wasn't what it looked like! It's true I was holding the murder weapon... ...but when I found him, he was already dead. I-I panicked... ...and I was hoping I could go back in time again, like I had done earlier. So I picked up the Time Keeper from the pedestal and brought it over without thinking.
Phoenix:
You were so desperate, you were ready to try anything, huh... Unfortunately, that sort of behavior makes you an easy target for the prosecution.
Ellen:
No...
Phoenix:
And as for your little trip through time... ...none of your in-laws could confirm your story, I'm afraid.
Ellen:
I... I see...
Phoenix:
The only exception is Larry. He said he saw something.
Ellen:
Really? Wh-What did he see?
Time travel
Leads to:
"Can't say I quite believe it myself, but Larry claims he saw something incredible."
Present
Pendant, Flying Chapel Pamphlet, Broken Lantern, Time Keeper or Photo of Reception
Ellen:
Ooooooh...
Phoenix:
Wh-What's wrong?
Ellen:
I just remembered our reception... We were supposed to be so happy together! Oh, where did it all go wrong...?
Phoenix:
(I can't blame her for being upset.)
Ellen:
Why did this have to happen to me? UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
E-Ellen! Please try to calm down! Okay?!
Ellen:
A-All right...
Phoenix:
(Well, she stopped crying, but... ...how can I ask her about anything when she's still so clearly distraught?)
Photo of Victim
Ellen:
*gulp*
Phoenix:
A-Are you all right?
Ellen:
I-I... don't feel very well...
Maya:
Nick! That photo is a bit much for most normal people, you know!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, I guess you're right. (Oops, that was pretty inconsiderate of me...)
Gloomsbury's Note
Phoenix:
Ellen, can you tell if this is Mr. Gloomsbury's handwriting?
Ellen:
No. I'm sorry. I'm not very familiar with his handwriting.
Phoenix:
I see... (And unless the handwriting is very distinct, I know it's often hard to tell.)
Ellen:
I-I'm sorry, but I'm not very comfortable with looking at a note which details... ...a plan on how to murder me written on it...
Phoenix:
Oh, sorry... I guess that should go without saying...
Selena Sprocket Photo
Ellen:
*sniffle* Oh, poor Selena... I feel so sad about what happened to her...! SELENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Phoenix:
Yikes! Ellen, please try to calm down! Pretty please? With sugar on top?
Ellen:
Sorin and I were supposed to be happy -- for Selena's sake, too. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Maya:
We... should probably leave this topic alone, Nick...
Phoenix:
Can't say I quite believe it myself, but Larry claims he saw something incredible. He claims he saw a pterodactyl flying outside the airship.
Ellen:
Wh... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
Not only that, but apparently Pierce Nichody told Larry to keep quiet about it.
Ellen:
But why would Pierce do such a thing?
Maya:
Larry's theory is that Sprocket Aviation is developing something in secret. A time machine, to be exact.
Ellen:
Do you think... Do you think that's why nobody would confirm my story? Because it's a secret?
Phoenix:
I-I really don't know. But speaking of your in-laws... ...we did manage to find your key card at Sprocket Manor. One of your in-laws said he'd keep an eye on it for you.
Ellen:
Oh, thank goodness! I lost it while I was getting things ready for the reception. I'd looked everywhere for it! I'm so glad you found iiiiiit!
Phoenix:
(A-At least they're tears of joy this time, for a change...)
Maya:
Well, Nick... It looks like you'll have to prove the existence of time travel in court tomorrow!
Ellen:
That's right! I swear that while Mr. Gloomsbury was being killed... ...I was busy traveling back through time!
Phoenix:
Great. With stodgy, skeptic Edgeworth at the helm for the prosecution tomorrow... ...we're really gonna have our work cut out for us. *sigh*
To Be Continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Area already examined
Phoenix:
I've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I think I'd better take a step back and gather my thoughts a little more...)
Turnabout Time Traveler
Image Gallery
Transcript
Part 1
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Part 4
September 22, 8:45 AM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Ellen:
Good morning, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Good morning, Ellen. I see you're still wearing your wedding gown.
Ellen:
And I will continue to wear it until our marriage is saved! ......... Oh! S-Sorin!
Sorin:
.............
Maya:
Do you think he came to see how she's holding up?
Ellen:
Sorin, my love! You came all the way to the courthouse just to see me? Oh, Sorin! I don't know what to say!
Sorin:
...... Blueprints.
Ellen:
Huh?
Sorin:
The engine blueprints... I can't find them. Do you know where they are?
Ellen:
Oh! They're in your room, third shelf from the bottom, on the right-hand side.
Sorin:
...... Ah. I see.
Phoenix:
He's leaving already...?
Maya:
Don't tell me he came just to ask about some stupid blueprints? Is he really that cold of a person, or is that just how he comes off, I wonder...
Ellen:
*sniffle* Wh-What about me, Sorin...?
Sorin:
...... Ellen.
Phoenix:
(He's back.)
Sorin:
............ ...Come home soon. ......I'm... lost without you.
Ellen:
............ S-S-S-Soriiiiiiiiiiiiin!
Sorin:
Later...
Maya:
Looks like showing your vulnerabilities is the fastest way to capturing a woman's heart. You should take notes on this, Nick.
Phoenix:
Please leave me out of this. (Anyway, it looks like Sorin isn't big on words... ...but it's clear that he cares about Ellen. Knowing that, I actually feel kind of relieved.)
Ellen:
Mr. Wright! I just absolutely CAN'T be found guilty, you hear!
Phoenix:
Don't worry. I'm going to do everything I can to prove your innocence.
Ellen:
THANK you, Mr. Wright!
Bailiff:
The trial is about to start, sir.
Phoenix:
(.........Edgeworth. Knowing him, he's not going to yield an inch. So I've just got to fight with everything I've got and save Ellen!)
September 22, 9:00 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 6
DAY 1
Court Is Now In Session 
ALL RISE
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Ellen Wyatt.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has been ready for a while, Your Honor.
Judge:
Seeing so many familiar faces gathered together like this... I feel as though I'm at a grand reunion. It makes me want to go out for dinner and a drink, and reminisce with all of you.
Maya:
Oh! That sounds like a great idea! I was dying for a real burger the whole time I was away!
Phoenix:
We could make it a welcome back party for Maya. How about it, Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
.........I have no intention of cavorting with my enemies. Now then, Your Honor, let us start this trial at once.
Judge:
Ho ho. Still not one for lighthearted banter, are you, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Jokes and good humor are beyond worthless in a court of law.
Maya:
Guess we'll just have to have the party without him, then.
Edgeworth:
............ However, were it after the conclusion of this trial... ...I might consider joining you for your little welcome back party. I certainly wouldn't mind an invite, at the very least.
Maya:
...He's still as emotionally constipated as ever, I see.
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Edgeworth, if you could please go over the details of this case for us.
Edgeworth:
The victim was Dumas Gloomsbury, a servant in the Sprocket household. He was in attendance at the wedding reception that occurred from 7 PM to 10 PM. Mr. Gloomsbury apparently felt some animosity toward Ellen Wyatt, and so... ...a bit after the reception ended at 10 PM, he assaulted Ms. Wyatt with the intent to kill her. The defendant fought back, and ended up killing Mr. Gloomsbury.
Judge:
Hmm... In other words... it was justified self-defense, correct? If that's the case, then the defendant might not be criminally responsible.
Phoenix:
(He's right... Worst-case scenario, I could go for self-defense to avoid the criminal charge. I wonder how Edgeworth plans to counter that, though...?)
Edgeworth:
...The prosecution's first witness will make my view on the matter clear, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff, please bring in the first witness.
Edgeworth:
Please state your name and occupation, witness.
Ema:
Ema Skye. Forensic investigator. A-And I'd just like to say, sir...! That being in the same courtroom as you is a great honor!
Edgeworth:
......Hm?
Phoenix:
Oh, that's right... You're a fan of Edgeworth's, aren't you, Ema?
Ema:
We're good friends and all, Mr. Wright... ...but, just this once, I intend to faithfully and fully testify for the prosecution! And I do mean that wholeheartedly!
Edgeworth:
Heh. I expect no less from you.
Ema:
Yes, sir! I'm going to do my very best!
Maya:
Looks like you lost the popularity contest to Mr. Edgeworth, Nick.
Phoenix:
...Meh, I really could care less. Besides... ...she'll see who's the better lawyer once I win this trial.
Maya:
Yeah... Maybe then you'll actually really care less.
Judge:
Now, Detective Skye, if you please.
Witness Testimony
-- Rundown of the Case --
Ema:
The murder weapon was a clock called the "Time Keeper."
The victim was hit with it from behind, and he fell over, right into the lantern.
The defendant was spotted then, standing in front of the body holding the murder weapon.
The victim was struck twice, by the way.
Phoenix:
He was struck twice?
Ema:
That's right. There's no mistake about it. The first blow was to the back of the victim's head. It was hard enough to knock him unconscious. Yet, despite the fact that he had been immobilized by the first blow... ...the defendant delivered a second, fatal blow to the side of the victim's head.
Phoenix:
...Which means... what, exactly?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I figured it would go right over your head. Let's put it this way: By striking the victim a second time... ...the defendant killed her last chance to escape from any criminal wrongdoing.
Judge:
She did? But how, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
The defendant may have been fighting back because she was being attacked. However... ...she then went on to deliver a fatal blow to a man who was already fully unconscious.
Maya:
N-Nick, is he saying what I think he is...?
Phoenix:
I don't feel so well...
Edgeworth:
And thus, Mr. Wright, has justified self-defense been removed from the table. The prosecution intends to prove that the defendant killed the victim... ...with murderous intent. Allow me to, belatedly, submit the victim's autopsy report.
Phoenix:
......A... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRNNGH! (So THAT'S why he was acting all smug...! Well, more smug than usual...)
Maya:
I-It's fine, right? It's not like we were going to plead self-defense anyway, right?
Phoenix:
Right, but... now the judge has a negative impression of Ellen.
Judge:
............ 
Edgeworth:
Hmph.
Phoenix:
(He may not get to prosecute much anymore, but he definitely hasn't lost his touch.)
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Now, then, Mr. Wright. You may begin your cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Rundown of the Case --
Ema:
The murder weapon was a clock called the "Time Keeper."
Press
  
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you completely sure the murder weapon was the Time Keeper?
Ema:
Yes, completely. The shape of the injury on the victim's head matches up with that of the Time Keeper. And it's definitely heavy enough to kill someone with.
Phoenix:
But would the defendant have been able to pick up and swing something so heavy?
Ema:
I tried it myself, and I was able to lift it up just fine.
Phoenix:
Maybe you're just freakishly strong...?
Ema:
Excuse me, Mr. Wright?! I'll have you know that people on the force know me as the dainty forensic investigator!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... (...But really, you're hardly a delicate flower.)
Edgeworth:
... Mr. Wright. This is a court of law. Save your antics for after the trial, if you know how.
Phoenix:
Yes, sir... It won't happen again, sir...
Ema:
Hmph! ...Moving on!
Ema:
The victim was hit with it from behind, and he fell over, right into the lantern.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The defendant was fighting back against the victim, right? If so, wouldn't she have hit him from the front and not from behind?
Ema:
The victim must've tried to run once Ms. Wyatt started fighting back. That's probably when he got hit from behind.
Phoenix:
I see... Thus, the blow to the back of his head.
Ema:
The defendant must've looked awfully scary when she was brandishing that clock.
Phoenix:
I don't know about that... (Regardless of how scary Ellen looked, the victim was definitely hit from behind...)
Ema:
...May I go on?
Phoenix:
Yes, of course. Please do.
Present Photo of Victim
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Detective Skye, I'm afraid I have to apologize in advance."
Ema:
The defendant was spotted then, standing in front of the body holding the murder weapon.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
B-But that's only because she was so panicked when she found the body... ...that she tried to use the Time Keeper to go back in time.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright... Do you have any idea how absurd you sound?
Phoenix:
B-But Ms. Wyatt really believed she could travel through time with that clock!
Edgeworth:
You really should've come up with a more credible story, you know.
Judge:
Yes, I agree.
Phoenix:
(Me, three... But it's all I have to go on...)
Ema:
...Anyway, under the circumstances... ...the only conclusion we can draw is that the defendant killed the victim.
Ema:
The victim was struck twice, by the way.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Ms. Wyatt must've had a chance to escape after she struck the victim the first time. So why would she stick around and hit him with such a heavy object again?
Ema:
Well, about that...
Edgeworth:
Allow me to explain. Why did she strike him again, indeed? To finish off the victim, of course. This very act clearly shows that she had every intention of killing Mr. Gloomsbury!
Phoenix:
Urk!
Maya:
But Ms. Wyatt would never do a thing like that!
Edgeworth:
Then let's see some evidence that disproves my theory!
Maya:
Nnrrgh...! Are you going to just stand there and take that from him, Nick?!
Phoenix:
(I can't refute his claim head-on, so I'll have to approach it from a different angle.)
Phoenix:
Well... ...it looks like we won't be going anywhere until we can refute Edgeworth's claim.
Maya:
This is so exciting! We haven't taken on Mr. Edgeworth in ages!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah...
Maya:
Okay, Nick! Now, go get him!
Phoenix:
No need to rush me, Maya... (All right. I'd better start by comparing Ema's testimony with the evidence we have... ...and look for any glaring inconsistencies!)
Phoenix:
Detective Skye, I'm afraid I have to apologize in advance.
Ema:
For what?
Phoenix:
For embarrassing you in front of your idol.
Ema:
Wh-What do you mean?
Phoenix:
If you take a look at this photo of the crime scene... ...you'll see that the victim is lying on his back. But if the victim had been hit from behind as you claim... ...then he should have fallen over into the lantern facedown.
Ema:
Aaaaah!
Phoenix:
It's not enough to simply take someone's side, Detective Skye. Even if it's Mr. Edgeworth's.
Ema:
Ah...! Oooh...
Judge:
Hmm... There does appear to be a flaw in Detective Skye's testimony.
Ema:
Ema:
Mr. Wright! If you think I'm going to just back right down, then you're sadly mistaken!
Phoenix:
(Ema is unusually fired up today...)
Maya:
Don't forget, she's in front of her hero, Nick. If the Steel Samurai came to watch this trial, I'd want to do my absolute best, too.
Ema:
Listen, Mr. Wright. It's entirely possible that the defendant moved the victim's body after he fell over. In that case, there wouldn't be any contradiction, right?
Edgeworth:
Indeed. That was an excellent counterargument, Detective.
Ema:
You can count on me, sir! So, what do you have to say to that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Is it possible that the victim's body was moved after he fell into the lantern?
It's possible
Phoenix:
The defense believes... it's possible that the victim's body was moved by the defendant!
Maya:
Wh-What are you doing, Nick?! You're backing up Ema's claim?!
Phoenix:
......Oops! I meant to answer in the negative!
Judge:
In other words, you wish to claim the exact opposite of what you just said? A reversal that dramatic... ...deserves an equally dramatic punishment.
Phoenix:
There's no need to be such a drama queen about it, Your Honor... (Well, I guess this leaves me with just one answer. I can't mess this up now!)
Leads back to:
Is it possible that the victim's body was moved after he fell into the lantern?
It's not possible
Leads to:
"Sorry, Detective, but there's no way the victim's body was moved after his death."
Phoenix:
Sorry, Detective, but there's no way the victim's body was moved after his death.
Ema:
Oh, really? And what makes you so sure?
Phoenix:
One look at this here, and it should become obvious.
Present rubble on top of body
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Th-Those broken bits of the lantern?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Ema:
Um... What exactly are you pointing at, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Oh... uh... This right here?
Judge:
Hmm... What you're trying to communicate is not obvious at all, Mr. Wright. But this penalty should make my feelings on the matter pretty obvious -- even to you.
Phoenix:
(The only thing that's obvious right now is the pain in my attorney's badge.)
Leads back to:
One look at this here, and it should become obvious.
Ema:
Th-Those broken bits of the lantern?
Phoenix:
Yes. If the body had been moved after the fact, these fragments would've fallen off of it. But, as you can see, they're lying perfectly undisturbed on top of the body. This means that the victim must've been lying face up from before the lantern even broke.
Ema:
.......You're right!
Maya:
But wait a minute. If that's true... ...then when was the victim killed? I mean, the lantern was still whole during the reception, right?
Phoenix:
Right. Which means we've just overturned a major assumption about this case. If the victim was already dead before the lantern was even broken... ...then the body must've been inside the lantern since before the reception started. In other words... ...the defense asserts that the victim was killed before the wedding reception!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
In short... ...when Ms. Wyatt was seen standing in front of the body after the reception... ...it wasn't the moment just after the murder was committed. It was the moment she happened to discover the body -- just as Ms. Wyatt claims!
Ema:
AAAAAAAAAAH!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Whether the act was committed before or after the reception is entirely inconsequential. After all, it was the defendant who prepared the reception hall for the event in question. Therefore, when the murder occurred changes nothing with regard to her guilt. She could have killed the victim before the reception, as you claim... ...and then tried to hide his body in the lantern after the event ended!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Sorry, but that doesn't make any sense. I mean, where would the body have been hidden during the reception in your scenario?
Edgeworth:
Urngh... Th-That's...!
Phoenix:
Even you have to admit, Mr. Edgeworth, that this has opened up a new possibility.
Edgeworth:
Do explain, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Well, if Ms. Wyatt didn't commit the crime in the reception hall... ...then that means someone, somewhere put the victim's body into the lantern.
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose that makes sense. A dead body couldn't have put itself in there.
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor. In other words... If the murder actually occurred before the reception, it opens up the possibility that...
He was killed somewhere else
Leads to:
"If the body was hidden inside the lantern..."
The defendant didn't do it
Phoenix:
The defendant didn't commit this murder!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Oh, for heaven's sake. Even if the murder was committed before the reception... ...that alone doesn't erase the suspicion against the defendant!
Judge:
It seems that was too ridiculous of a leap backwards for Mr. Edgeworth, Mr. Wright. I suggest you look before you leap, and think before you speak.
Phoenix:
(I guess I got ahead of myself on that one...)
Leads back to:
"If the murder actually occurred before the reception, it opens up the possibility that..."
He was killed some other way
Phoenix:
The victim was killed some other way!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
What does the victim's time of death have anything to do with how he was killed? I suggest you read the autopsy report again, Mr. Wright. Especially the part that states that the victim was clubbed to death with the Time Keeper!
Phoenix:
It was worth a try...
Judge:
You should know better than to just say the first shocking thing that comes to mind.
Phoenix:
(I've got this. I just have to stay cool and answer rationally.)
Leads back to:
"If the murder actually occurred before the reception, it opens up the possibility that..."
Phoenix:
If the body was hidden inside the lantern... ...then, it's possible that the body was moved along with it from somewhere else.
Maya:
Oh! You're right!
Edgeworth:
You can run that mouth of yours all you want... ...but do you have any evidence to support what's coming out of it, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Of course I do. (I think the answer lies in that piece of evidence -- and in something... ...that was left at the crime scene that will point us to where the victim was really killed!)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. In that case... What proves that the lantern and the body were moved from somewhere else?
Present Photo of Victim
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The photo of the victim again...?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This proves that the murder took place somewhere other than the reception hall!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I can't say that I follow.
Maya:
That piece of evidence won't help you make your point, Nick!
Judge:
Yet another pointless piece of evidence from a senseless attorney.
Phoenix:
(Fine, so this piece wasn't convincing enough. Then there must be something else that would be easier for the judge to understand!)
Leads back to:
"What proves that the lantern and the body were moved from somewhere else?"
Ema:
The photo of the victim again...?
Phoenix:
Yes. I'd like the court to focus on this thing, right here!
Present flower petals
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Flower petals, Mr. Wright?"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I don't get it at all. What exactly are we looking at here, Mr. Wright?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That far-off look in his eyes suggests that his mind is equally as far-off in La-La Land.
Judge:
The defense will focus on the trial, if that's not too much to ask.
Phoenix:
(Well, that brought me back to reality fast.)
Leads back to:
"I'd like the court to focus on this thing, right here!"
Ema:
Flower petals, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
These petals are from a kind of flower that were not present in the reception hall. This means they must've gotten into the lantern when it was somewhere else.
Edgeworth:
And just where do you propose this "somewhere else" to be, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I propose that this piece of evidence will tell us where the flower petals came from.
Present Photo of Hold
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please take a look at the flowers in this picture of the hold."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
One look at this, and you'll see exactly where the petals came from!
Judge:
............ Are you sure about that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I am, Your Honor!
Judge:
Because I'm afraid I can't see how.
Phoenix:
Even if you take a really good look?
Judge:
Unfortunately not.
Phoenix:
What if you... smelled the evidence?
Judge:
Still nothing.
Phoenix:
Huh. That's odd. Aha ha ha ha...
Judge:
This is no laughing matter, defense! I hope this will teach you to take matters seriously!
Edgeworth:
I suggest you refrain from embarrassing yourself any further with such stale jokes.
Phoenix:
I'll make sure to whip up a fresh batch for next time, then... A-All joking aside... (Even though I was actually being serious...)
Leads back to:
"I propose that this piece of evidence will tell us where the flower petals came from."
Phoenix:
Please take a look at the flowers in this picture of the hold. Notice how their petals are of the same shape as the petals in the crime scene photo?
Judge:
Hmm, yes. I see. They do look to be from the same kind of flower.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Is that really all you've got? A flower is a flower is a flower. They're all the same. I would hardly call what you presented "compelling evidence."
Judge:
I'm afraid I couldn't disagree with you more, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Hm?
Judge:
I gave a flower of this type to my lovely wife once when we were young. So I can assure you that this is very meaningful and compelling evidence indeed. The soundness of my judgment on this matter is backed by nothing less than pure love!
Edgeworth:
B-But, Your Honor...
Phoenix:
Let it go, Mr. Edgeworth. It's clear you don't know much about flowers. It's not like you have anyone you'd actually give any to, after all. But maybe you should study up on them, just in case the opportunity presents itself.
Edgeworth:
Nngoooh! This is from the man who only knows the names of three types of flowers!
Phoenix:
Th-That's hardly relevant to the case at hand! The defense asserts that it's highly probable that the victim was killed in the hold! If the body was then placed in the lantern and moved to the reception hall for some reason... ...it would completely destroy the prosecution's case!
Maya:
Then you mean, the body was...?
Phoenix:
Yes. The victim's body was... ...inside the lantern during the entire beautiful wedding reception! While the defendant and her betrothed were celebrating their love!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Your smooth talk might work on His Honor, but it won't work on me.
Phoenix:
What are you talking about now?
Edgeworth:
Take another look at all of the evidence and you'll soon see what I mean.
Phoenix:
............ (I wish he would just tell me already...)
Edgeworth:
Detective Skye, I'm sure you've already figured out what I'm talking about, correct?
Ema:
Heh heh heh. Of course, sir! Mr. Wright is the only one here who hasn't. Why don't you leave this to me, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Very well. Let's see what you can do.
Judge:
Detective Skye, please give your testimony to this court.
Witness Testimony
-- The Prosecution's Rebuttal --
Ema:
The victim could not have been killed before the reception.
The autopsy report states that the estimated time of death was after the reception.
And that estimated time of death is correct. There's no way it could be wrong.
Ema:
It's clear Mr. Gloomsbury was killed after the reception. And that completely contradicts your claim!
Phoenix:
Hmm......... I guess so.
Edgeworth:
Tell me you took at least a cursory glance at the autopsy report, Mr. Wright. It appears you've grown rusty since our last outing. Might I suggest you go back and brush up on the basics?
Phoenix:
......Sure. Though I must say, you're as cocky as ever, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
I beg your pardon?
Ema:
Wh-What are you trying to say, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
I'm just saying that I'll go back to basics, if that's what Mr. Edgeworth wants. I'll prove how badly he's underestimating me with a good old-fashioned cross-examination.
Edgeworth:
............... 
Judge:
Very well. Let's see you put your money where your mouth is, Mr. Wright.
Cross Examination
-- The Prosecution's Rebuttal --
Ema:
The victim could not have been killed before the reception.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You sound pretty certain. You must have some solid grounds for making that claim, right?
Ema:
Of course I do. And you're gonna feel silly when I show you what they are. Ready? Feast your eyes on this!
Ema:
The autopsy report states that the estimated time of death was after the reception.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I've read the autopsy report, too, you know.
Ema:
Then you don't need me to explain it to you, right? How there's no way the victim could've been killed before the reception, I mean.
Phoenix:
Detective Skye... ...I think you've overlooked something big.
Ema:
I have?!
Phoenix:
Why don't you take another look at the evidence?
Ema:
...But I've already looked at all the evidence! And quite carefully, too, I'll have you know!
Edgeworth:
Detective Skye. Do not be taken in by his verbal antics. He is simply bluffing, as always.
Ema:
R-Right, sir!
Ema:
And that estimated time of death is correct. There's no way it could be wrong.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Is it possible that the culprit did something to obscure the real time of death?
Ema:
No, not in this case. There was no snow or anything to keep the body from decomposing. And there's no fridge on that airship big enough to fit a body into.
Phoenix:
So you've already checked into that, I see...
Maya:
It all comes down to the estimated time of death, doesn't it? Couldn't the killer mess with the victim's time of death by keeping the body on ice?
Phoenix:
Yeah, if they had the means to.
Present Fog Machine
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I admit that the estimated time of death does contradict my theory."
Phoenix:
The prosecution is treating the estimated time of death as an absolute. But is it really?
Maya:
I take it you don't think it is, huh, Nick? In that case, we're going to have to find a way to convince them otherwise!
Phoenix:
Yeah, there's gotta be a way somehow...
Phoenix:
I admit that the estimated time of death does contradict my theory.
Ema:
Finally! And that means your theory that the victim was killed before the reception...
Phoenix:
...Is still entirely plausible!
Ema:
Huh? Wh-What makes you think that?
Phoenix:
The killer could've falsified the time of death by using a certain item in the reception hall. Please take a look at this.
Judge:
And what is that contraption, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
It's a fog machine, Your Honor, used to create a special, romantic atmosphere in the hall.
Judge:
And this machine could have been used to falsify the time of death?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor, because this machine uses dry ice to perform its magic.
Judge:
Dry ice? Ah yes -- the super cold stuff commonly used to make theatrical fog, right? I see. So your claim is that this dry ice was used to keep the body cold?
Ema:
......Oh...! In that case, I guess the victim COULD have been killed before the reception...
Judge:
Order! Order in this court! Well, Mr. Edgeworth? What do you have to say about this development?
Edgeworth:
......That the victim was killed in the hold before the wedding reception? .....The prosecution acknowledges the possibility of this claim.
Phoenix:
(Now we're getting somewhere!)
Edgeworth:
...The prosecution would also like to thank you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh? For what?
Edgeworth:
I didn't know how a certain piece of evidence fit into this case... But now, thanks to you, I do.
Phoenix:
What piece of evidence?
Edgeworth:
To get into the hold, one needs a key card, like this one. And, here, we have a record of those who entered the hold with such key cards. The times aren't specified, but these are the last three entries on the day of the murder. And as you can see, the last person to enter the hold that day... was the defendant.
Phoenix:
Wh-What?!
Judge:
So the one who moved the body out of the hold must have been...?
Edgeworth:
That's right. It was none other than the defendant.
Hold Entry Record added to the Court Record.
Maya:
Hey, Nick, take a look at this entry record. There are a couple of other names on here besides Ellen's.
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right! According to the entry record, Mr. Edgeworth, Pierce Nichody had also gone into the hold. Isn't it possible that he could've been the culprit?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but Mr. Nichody was escorting a few of the guests at the time. I'm sure they would be happy to testify to that fact, if you'd like. Think me cocky all you'd like, Mr. Wright, but my confidence is rarely misplaced.
Phoenix:
Arngh... 
Edgeworth:
Now then, it's probably safe to assume that after killing the victim in the hold... ...the defendant moved his body to the hall in order to dispose of it discreetly.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by "discreetly"?
Edgeworth:
The defendant volunteered to take care of the reception's cleanup personally. That means she would've had the chance to dispose of anything in any way she wanted. Including taking the lantern off the airship without raising any suspicion. Don't tell me you didn't know about Ms. Wyatt volunteering for cleanup duty, Mr. Wright.
Ellen:
For my last task as a servant of the Sprocket household... ...I offered to take on the preparation and cleanup of the reception banquet.
Phoenix:
I-I see...
Phoenix:
Gaaah!
Edgeworth:
Look at you, sweating buckets like a rookie... even after all these years. Nevertheless... Thank you for proving that the only person who could've killed the victim in the hold is... ...Ellen Wyatt!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (Great job, Phoenix. Now we're back to square one!)
Edgeworth:
Heh. Perhaps you should ask Ms. Cykes for some help in reviewing Defense for Dummies.
Ema:
Way to go, sir! You've got Mr. Wright in a cold sweat!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I wonder if maybe the promise of seeing that miserable look on his face... ...is what brought me back to court today. It's certainly made all of my stress and woes as chief prosecutor just melt away.
Maya:
I guess he had a lot of stress built up.
Phoenix:
I'll give him something to stress over before we're through today!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, the prosecution asks that you render your verdict at this time. Before that man over there tries to throw the court into chaos with his meaningless bluffs.
Judge:
... Hmm, I see. Mr. Wright... ...are there any last meaningful bluffs you'd like to present to this court?
Phoenix:
Uh... (Why does he have to assume it'll be a bluff?)
Maya:
N-Nick! Hurry up and throw a good one out there!
Phoenix:
I will! I will!
Phoenix:
........... Well, all right, then. Let's see... I-I've got it! How do you know it was Ms. Wyatt who used her key card? After all, if it turns out that somebody else used her card... ...it would mean Ms. Wyatt didn't do it!
Judge:
Interesting. And are you able to prove this bluff to be true?
Phoenix:
I-I assure you, I'm not bluffing, Your Honor. (Well, now what...?)
Maya:
Wait a minute, Nick. I can think of a certain somebody who might've used Ellen's key card.
Phoenix:
You can?
Maya:
Remember? The one who was sneaking around the hold, in spite of not being a family member...?
Phoenix:
Oh, that's right! Your Honor! The defense would like to call a certain witness to the stand! I need the testimony of this person, who may have entered the hold with Ms. Wyatt's card!
Present Larry Butz profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Th-That's your witness?!"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This person used Ms. Wyatt's key card to enter the hold!
Edgeworth:
What are you talking about, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Wait, did I make a mistake...?
Edgeworth:
You would know if you had been paying any attention to our arguments up to this point.
Phoenix:
...Ahem. So... So that means...
Judge:
Exactly. It means you get a penalty.
Phoenix:
I was afraid of that.
Edgeworth:
I'd advise you to take this a little more seriously, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
And I will! Your Honor! The defense would like to call a certain witness to the stand!
Leads back to:
"I need the testimony of this person, who may have entered the hold with Ms. Wyatt's card!"
Edgeworth:
Th-That's your witness?! A-Are you saying that THAT numbskull was on the airship? He never breathed a word about that to me!
Phoenix:
That's not surprising, because Mr. Nichody told him to keep quiet about it. But Mr. Butz himself admitted it to me. He claimed to have found a way to sneak into the Flying Chapel's hold to see Ms. Wyatt. This photo he took and gave to me is proof.
Edgeworth:
Th-Then was it he who moved the lantern with the body inside to the reception hall?
Phoenix:
You know as well as I that with him, anything is possible. And this is one possibility we should definitely look into.
Edgeworth:
.....I-I can't believe this. What in the world is HE doing mixed up in this?
Phoenix:
Come on, Mr. Edgeworth. Remember what we've been saying since elementary school?
Edgeworth:
....."When something smells, it's usually the Butz."
Phoenix:
Exactly.
Edgeworth:
Gaaaaaagh! That Larry! He'll pay for this!
Phoenix:
Well, if you want to extract your payment now... ...he's right up there in the gallery!
Larry:
Yikes!
Judge:
Bailiff! Seize the witness before he makes a run for it!
Larry:
Noooooooooooooooooo! Why does this stuff always happen to MEEEEEEEEEE?!
Phoenix:
(Sorry, Larry... but you brought this on yourself.)
Judge:
Let us break for a fifteen minute recess. I ask that both sides prepare for the next witness's testimony during this time.
September 22
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Maya:
Wow. It's been a while since I've had this much fun and excitement! A face-off against Mr. Edgeworth! A harrowing tightrope walk for the defense!
Phoenix:
Whew! I'm exhausted already.
???:
Boss!
Athena:
I'm here for moral support!
Phoenix:
Athena! Are you all done practicing for Trucy's magic show?
Athena:
Well... to be perfectly honest... I sorta ran away. But that's because she was putting my life in danger, I tell you!
Phoenix:
I see... I think I'll need to have a one-on-one with her... You're really athletic and fit, Athena, so Trucy probably thinks she can run you ragged.
Athena:
That may be true... ...which is why not even Trucy can keep up with me when I run at full speed!
???:
Hah! Looks like you spoke too soon, Athena! Never underestimate the resourcefulness of a great magician!
Athena:
Huh?
Trucy:
Magical Girl Trucy Wright... is on the scene!
Athena:
N-Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Trucy:
Now, Athena! It's time to practice human combustion magic! Go on, douse yourself in this gasoline! But don't worry! It's a magic trick, after all, so it's perfectly safe!
Athena:
...... R... R... Run awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!
Trucy:
Hey, you! You're not getting off that easily!
Maya:
Ha ha ha! They get along so well, don't they? It reminds me of the good ol' days. You, me, and Pearly... Oh, and Detective Gumshoe! Can't forget him. We had all kinds of fun at the crime scenes back then, remember?
Phoenix:
...Leaving me to do all the serious investigating as I recall.
Bailiff:
Court will soon be back in session, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Right, thank you!
Maya:
So Larry's the next witness, right? I can't wait to see what happens!
Phoenix:
Sadly, I can already imagine it...
September 22 
District Court - Courtroom No. 6
Judge:
Court will now reconvene.
Larry:
......Nick! Edgey! The two of you are gonna hang me out to dry, aren't you?!
Edgeworth:
No, not the both of us. Just Mr. Wright.
Larry:
N-Nick... How could you...?
Phoenix:
(I don't really think he did it, of course, but I've gotta use whatever leads I can...) Mr. Butz, there's a possibility you moved the lantern that had the dead body in it. So if you want to clear yourself of any suspicion, all you have to do is testify.
Larry:
............
Judge:
Now then, your testimony, please, witness.
Witness Testimony
-- Nick Is A Jerk Face! --
Larry:
Nick, you big, fat, stinkin' jerk!
How can you doubt your best bud?! We've known each other since elementary school!
W-W-Well, get this, pal! Our friendship's over!
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
............
Maya:
............
Edgeworth:
............
Judge:
.....Well, go ahead, Mr. Wright. He's all yours.
Phoenix:
Why me?!
Edgeworth:
You're the one who called him to the stand, so he's your responsibility.
Phoenix:
Thanks, old chum...
Larry:
C-Can't any of you show me a little respect?! Even just a shred?!
Judge:
You may cross-examine the witness, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(I would, if there were any testimony to cross-examine...)
Cross Examination
-- Nick Is A Jerk Face! --
Larry:
Nick, you big, fat, stinkin' jerk!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Come on, Larry... Can't you please give me something real to work with?
Larry:
Don't think I don't know about your tricks! If I say something careless, you're gonna shove some evidence at me with a loud... ..."Objection!" and a super smug look on your face!
Phoenix:
Y-Yeah, well... that IS my job...
Larry:
And if I get found guilty, how are you gonna take responsibility for what you've done?!
Phoenix:
Why should I take responsibility for just doing my job?
Larry:
You heartless jerk! Don't you have any compassion for me?!
After pressing second and third statements
Phoenix:
Come off it, Larry.
Larry:
!
Phoenix:
If you don't quit fooling around and start testifying, Ms. Wyatt will be found guilty!
Larry:
F-For real?
Judge:
...... If no new information comes out of this cross-examination... ...then, yes, Mr. Butz, for real.
Edgeworth:
Not that I would have a problem with that, myself.
Larry:
............ 
Phoenix:
Larry, just tell us the truth already. Did you or didn't you go into the hold and move a lantern up to the reception hall?
Larry:
I... I never moved any bull lantern, I tell ya!
Phoenix:
"Bull lantern"?
Larry:
Wh-What? Did I say something weird?
Phoenix:
You told me that you didn't attend the wedding reception.
Larry:
Can you believe they told me only family and relatives could attend?! They wouldn't even let me into the reception hall!
Larry:
Uh, y-yeah. So what?
Phoenix:
Then, that's odd... No one in this courtroom ever mentioned the sex of the lantern that was moved. So how could you know that it was a "bull" lantern?
Larry:
Y-You didn't have to actually go to the reception to know that! Anyone could tell there were two Pegabulls by looking at the Flying Chapel's pamphlet!
Phoenix:
(All I can tell right now is that there's a strong scent of bull in the air in here.) Please add that last statement to your testimony, Mr. Butz.
Add statement:
"Anyone could tell there were two Pegabulls by looking at the Flying Chapel's pamphlet!"
Larry:
How can you doubt your best bud?! We've known each other since elementary school!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Mr. Butz, but if it wasn't Ms. Wyatt that entered the hold with that card... ...then you're the most likely suspect.
Larry:
Nick! Are you seriously doubting the innocence of your old childhood friend?!
Phoenix:
...Well, technically, yes. But it isn't personal, I assure you.
Larry:
Ooooh... A true friend would believe in me no matter what. Can't you see my tears? Don't they mean anything to you? Nick... Niiiiiiiick!
Phoenix:
You don't really think you can cry your way out of this, do you?
Larry:
Okay, FINE! In that case...
After pressing first and third statements
Phoenix:
Come off it, Larry.
Larry:
!
Phoenix:
If you don't quit fooling around and start testifying, Ms. Wyatt will be found guilty!
Larry:
F-For real?
Judge:
...... If no new information comes out of this cross-examination... ...then, yes, Mr. Butz, for real.
Edgeworth:
Not that I would have a problem with that, myself.
Larry:
............ 
Phoenix:
Larry, just tell us the truth already. Did you or didn't you go into the hold and move a lantern up to the reception hall?
Larry:
I... I never moved any bull lantern, I tell ya!
Phoenix:
"Bull lantern"?
Larry:
Wh-What? Did I say something weird?
Phoenix:
You told me that you didn't attend the wedding reception.
Larry:
Can you believe they told me only family and relatives could attend?! They wouldn't even let me into the reception hall!
Larry:
Uh, y-yeah. So what?
Phoenix:
Then, that's odd... No one in this courtroom ever mentioned the sex of the lantern that was moved. So how could you know that it was a "bull" lantern?
Larry:
Y-You didn't have to actually go to the reception to know that! Anyone could tell there were two Pegabulls by looking at the Flying Chapel's pamphlet!
Phoenix:
(All I can tell right now is that there's a strong scent of bull in the air in here.) Please add that last statement to your testimony, Mr. Butz.
Add statement:
"Anyone could tell there were two Pegabulls by looking at the Flying Chapel's pamphlet!"
Larry:
W-W-Well, get this, pal! Our friendship's over!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Larry, listen to me... 
Larry:
Sh-Shut up! I'm not talking to you anymore! ............
Phoenix:
(This is getting us nowhere...)
After pressing first and second statements
Phoenix:
Come off it, Larry.
Larry:
!
Phoenix:
If you don't quit fooling around and start testifying, Ms. Wyatt will be found guilty!
Larry:
F-For real?
Judge:
...... If no new information comes out of this cross-examination... ...then, yes, Mr. Butz, for real.
Edgeworth:
Not that I would have a problem with that, myself.
Larry:
............ 
Phoenix:
Larry, just tell us the truth already. Did you or didn't you go into the hold and move a lantern up to the reception hall?
Larry:
I... I never moved any bull lantern, I tell ya!
Phoenix:
"Bull lantern"?
Larry:
Wh-What? Did I say something weird?
Phoenix:
You told me that you didn't attend the wedding reception.
Larry:
Can you believe they told me only family and relatives could attend?! They wouldn't even let me into the reception hall!
Larry:
Uh, y-yeah. So what?
Phoenix:
Then, that's odd... No one in this courtroom ever mentioned the sex of the lantern that was moved. So how could you know that it was a "bull" lantern?
Larry:
Y-You didn't have to actually go to the reception to know that! Anyone could tell there were two Pegabulls by looking at the Flying Chapel's pamphlet!
Phoenix:
(All I can tell right now is that there's a strong scent of bull in the air in here.) Please add that last statement to your testimony, Mr. Butz.
Add statement:
"Anyone could tell there were two Pegabulls by looking at the Flying Chapel's pamphlet!"
Larry:
Anyone could tell there were two Pegabulls by looking at the Flying Chapel's pamphlet!
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Seriously, Larry. If you're hiding something, you'd better fess up now.
Larry:
I-I'm telling ya! I don't know nothin'! Why do you have to doubt me so much?!
Phoenix:
Why? Because you're you, that's why!
Larry:
Edgey...! You think Nick's being awful to me, don't you? So you tell him...! Tell Nick what a big meanie he is!
Edgeworth:
I would... if I thought he was being one.
Larry:
N-Not you, too! Why doesn't anybody ever take my side?!
Phoenix:
(I wish I didn't have to doubt him... But something about what he just said doesn't add up.)
Present Flying Chapel Pamphlet
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I want you to take a look at this, Mr. Butz."
Before adding statement
Phoenix:
Well, I guess about all I can do... ...is try to get some kind of statement out of him somehow.
Maya:
Good luck.
After adding statement
Maya:
You finally got a decent statement out of him, huh, Nick!
Phoenix:
Yeah, finally. (It sure took a lot of work, though... I hope all of this leads somewhere...)
Phoenix:
I want you to take a look at this, Mr. Butz. Because unfortunately for you, the pamphlet clearly shows... ...a Pegacow and a Pegabull in their example diagram of the reception hall.
Larry:
Huh?!
Phoenix:
But on that day, instead of putting a Pegacow and Pegabull out for the bride and groom... ...there were two male Pegabulls on display.
Larry:
Nnnnngh...
Phoenix:
Yet, somehow, you knew there were two Pegabulls in the reception hall that day. There's only one way you'd know something like that, Larry... It was YOU who moved the Pegabull to the reception hall, wasn't it?!
Larry:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Edgeworth:
N-No... Larry, y-you didn't...!
Judge:
Mr. Butz, did you move the lantern containing the victim's body to the reception hall?
Larry:
Th-That's what it looks like!
Maya:
Whaaaaat?!
Phoenix:
...............!
Larry:
Larry:
W-Wait! Nick! Y-You don't think I'M the murderer, do ya?!
Maya:
Maybe you and Mr. Gloomsbury were fighting over Ms. Wyatt, and you ended up killing him?
Larry:
M-Mayaaaaa! Not you, tooooo! Look, I did sneak into the reception, but that's as far as it went. You know me! I wouldn't hurt a fly!
Phoenix:
Y-You "snuck into the reception"...?
Larry:
Yeah, sure. But some of the Sprocket men caught and locked me up in one of the cabins. It was pretty awful, actually! But that's when I made that drawing of the pterodactyl I showed you, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Ix-nay on the erodactyl-ptay, Larry...)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, not even you would take this farce that far... would you?
Phoenix:
............ (We ARE talking about Larry... What do I do? Do I accuse Larry of being the true culprit?)
Accuse him
Phoenix:
(I guess I have no choice but to accuse him...! Wait a minute... But Larry didn't have any reason to kill Gloomsbury!)
Leads to:
"No, you're right, Mr. Edgeworth."
No, of course not
Leads to:
"No, you're right, Mr. Edgeworth."
Phoenix:
No, you're right, Mr. Edgeworth. Mr. Butz didn't have a reason to kill Mr. Gloomsbury. He might've had an imaginary reason to kill Sorin Sprocket, sure, but not Mr. Gloomsbury.
Maya:
After all, he did steal Mr. Sprocket's bride and try to elope with her...
Larry:
Just 'cause I tried to steal somebody's bride doesn't make me a murderer!
Phoenix:
......I believe you, Larry. And I don't think you killed anybody, either. You would never do anything like that.
Larry:
N-Nick, ol' buddy, ol' pal! I knew you'd come through for me!
Phoenix:
(Funny, that, considering your sworn testimony just now that we were through...)
Judge:
Mr. Butz, it's time you told this court the whole truth. Understood?
Witness Testimony
-- Moving the Lantern --
Larry:
It's just like Nick said, I'm the one who moved the lantern.
I was poking around the reception hall before the main event and saw a lantern was broken.
There was a note on it that said, "Exchange with the one in the hold. --Ellen."
So I decided to do Elly a favor.
Judge:
So you switched the lanterns before the reception, did you? Then that means the victim really WAS killed before the reception.
Broken Lantern updated in the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
It would appear... that Mr. Butz completely fell for the defendant's scheme.
Larry:
Scheme? What scheme?
Edgeworth:
This note from the defendant: "Exchange with the one in the hold. --Ellen"... Mr. Butz moved the lantern with the body in it up to the reception hall because of this note. And thus, he has become a suspect in Mr. Gloomsbury's murder.
Larry:
*gulp*... That second lantern did feel pretty heavy... ...but I never would've thought there was a dead body in it!
Phoenix:
(Arnngh... What was a note like that doing on a lantern in the first place...?!)
Ellen:
Ellen:
You've got it all wrong, Mr. Edgeworth! I left that note for myself! It was simply a reminder because I can be very forgetful!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
What a sorry excuse, Ms. Wyatt. The prosecution contends that this note shows one facet of the defendant's murderous plan. And you, Mr. Butz, you played right into Ms. Wyatt's hands.
Larry:
No way, Edgey! I don't believe it!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Do you still really believe Ms. Wyatt to be the culprit, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Of course. My stance on the matter remains unchanged. If you think I'm wrong, then prove it with your cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(Gladly!)
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Moving the Lantern --
Larry:
It's just like Nick said, I'm the one who moved the lantern.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why didn't you tell us that sooner?!
Larry:
Because I knew you guys were gonna be suspicious of me, that's why!
Phoenix:
We're suspicious of you now because you tried to hide it!
Edgeworth:
My thoughts exactly.
Larry:
Hmph! Well, now I've told you! Happy? So how about letting me go?!
Phoenix:
No, not yet. We need you to stick around to sort a few things out.
Larry:
Grrrrr! FINE!
Larry:
I was poking around the reception hall before the main event and saw a lantern was broken.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The lantern you swapped out was a female Pegamoo -- a Pegacow, right?
Larry:
Yeah, I guess.
Phoenix:
Why did you replace a female lantern with a male one?
Larry:
Because I was too busy trying not to get caught. I didn't have time to check for little details like that.
Phoenix:
If you didn't want to get caught, you could've just left well enough alone, you know.
Larry:
Whatever! Anyway, when I took a look at the broken lantern, I saw...
Larry:
There was a note on it that said, "Exchange with the one in the hold. --Ellen."
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That note wasn't addressed to you, was it?
Larry:
Well, I guess not, but... ...how could I let my dear, sweet Elly do all that hard physical labor on her own?!
Phoenix:
(It's precisely that thought process that constantly gets you in trouble, Larry...)
Larry:
Besides, it was my big chance to show her how much I cared about her.
Larry:
So I decided to do Elly a favor.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Nobody saw you the whole time while you were switching the lanterns?
Larry:
Nope. I didn't get caught. Not that time, anyway.
Phoenix:
"Not that time"?
Larry:
Yeah. When I'd tried to sneak into the reception hall the first time... ...I didn't have as much luck. Those Sprocket guys spotted me and nabbed me.
Phoenix:
All of my words are failing me right now...
Larry:
Pretty exciting, don't ya think?
Phoenix:
(Larry... You need help.)
Larry:
And then they locked me up in one of the cabins. ......Nick, what are you asking about stuff like this for, anyway? Shouldn't you be trying to prove Elly's innocence?!
Phoenix:
(Well... Is that statement of his important to the case...?)
It's important
Phoenix:
Mr. Butz trying to crash the reception, and subsequently getting locked up in a cabin... I believe these might be important facts in this case, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Butz, please add that statement to your testimony.
Add statement:
"I tried to sneak into the reception hall, but I got caught and locked up in a cabin."
It's not important
Phoenix:
Given the lack of any important info... I guess I can let this line of questioning go for now.
Press (after adding statement)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Nobody saw you the whole time while you were switching the lanterns?
Larry:
Nope. I didn't get caught. Not that time, anyway.
Phoenix:
"Not that time"?
Larry:
Yeah. When I'd tried to sneak into the reception hall the first time... ...I didn't have as much luck. Those Sprocket guys spotted me and nabbed me.
Phoenix:
All of my words are failing me right now...
Larry:
Pretty exciting, don't ya think?
Phoenix:
(Larry... You need help.)
Larry:
And then they locked me up in one of the cabins. ......Nick, what are you asking about stuff like this for, anyway? Shouldn't you be trying to prove Elly's innocence?!
Larry:
I tried to sneak into the reception hall, but I got caught and locked up in a cabin.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you got locked up. Then what happened?
Larry:
I broke out. Then I started looking for Elly and wandered into the reception hall again. That's when I saw the broken lantern and replaced it.
Phoenix:
......Even after they caught you and locked you up, you still went looking for Ms. Wyatt? ...But, hold on a minute...
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
Maya, doesn't something seem weird to you? Larry is saying he replaced the lantern after he broke out of the cabin.
Maya:
That's right-- Oh, wait... Huh? You're right. It doesn't make much sense, does it?
Judge:
Mr. Wright, have you found an inconsistency in the witness's statement?
Phoenix:
Yes, I believe so, Your Honor. Mr. Butz moved the lantern after he broke out of the cabin, but that contradicts with this.
Present Broken Lantern
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Is that...?!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmm... And in what sense does that piece of evidence contradict with the statement?
Larry:
It doesn't contradict at all, does it!
Edgeworth:
Indeed.
Phoenix:
Urngh...! Oh, don't mind me, Your Honor. It looks like I just made a tiny mistake. That's all.
Leads back to:
"I tried to sneak into the reception hall, but I got caught and locked up in a cabin."
Phoenix:
Knowing Larry... ...he definitely did something stupid somewhere along the way.
Maya:
Wow. Larry sure is one special guy... Not everyone has the privilege of being THIS distrusted by their best friends...
Phoenix:
Assuming he can't be trusted from the get-go usually makes things easier, I've learned.
Maya:
Oh, I see! You totally trust him to be totally untrustworthy!
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess that just about sums it up.
Judge:
Is that...?!
Phoenix:
Yes, it's the broken lantern, Your Honor. Mr. Butz, what you're saying doesn't make any sense at all.
Larry:
WHAT?! Why not?!
Phoenix:
You swapped the lanterns before the reception began, right?
Larry:
Yeah. That's what I said, isn't it?
Phoenix:
But you also just said that you swapped the lanterns... ...after you got locked up in a cabin for trying to sneak into the reception. In other words, you're saying you swapped the lanterns both before the reception... ...and after the reception took place.
Judge:
Hmm... That certainly doesn't make any sense, does it? Mr. Butz, did you swap the lanterns before or after the reception?
Larry:
Umm...
Edgeworth:
Which was it: before or after?! There's a world of difference between the two!
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Butz?
Larry:
.....I guess I can't expect guys like you to understand. In a nutshell, it was both before... and after the reception.
Phoenix:
What?
Larry:
I tried to sneak into the first reception and got locked up.
Phoenix:
The "first" reception? (Uh-oh. I don't like where this is going...)
Larry:
Then, through the power of Elly's pendant... ...time got rewound, and we went back to the time before the reception. It was after that when I replaced the lantern. So it was both before the reception and after the reception. Get it?
Phoenix:
............
Larry:
We went back in time to before the reception. So, of course, the reception would take place one more time after that, right? That's why what I said makes perfect sense!
Edgeworth:
......Mr. Wright, what in the world is the witness talking about? Has he developed some sort of intellectual ailment I'm not aware of since I saw him last?
Phoenix:
...Um, well...
Larry:
None of the Sprockets seem to remember the time skip, but I do. And Elly remembers it, too! I think the power of our love for each other made that miracle happen!
Judge:
Mr. Wright. I'm sorry, but... ...could you please translate this man's gibberish so the rest of us can understand?
Phoenix:
(So now I have to be the one to explain about the whole time travel thing?!)
Larry:
Go on, Nick. I know you can do it!
Maya:
Looks like you don't have much choice, Nick!
Phoenix:
(To heck with it! I can't lose any more of my dignity today anyway!) ............ The defendant, Ms. Ellen Wyatt, has told the defense the following strange story. She said that after the reception ended, she was attacked by Mr. Gloomsbury. She claims that, as she was being assaulted, she made a wish upon her pendant. "Please, take me back... back to that blissful moment...!" In doing so... ...time apparently rewound itself to just before the reception began!
Edgeworth:
......It what?
Phoenix:
I know it's hard to believe, but think about it this way. Through the power of the pendant, both Ellen Wyatt and Larry Butz... ...experienced time travel!
Judge:
Wh-Wh-Wh.... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
What absolute rubbish! Mr. Wright! I've heard my fair share of your nonsense over the years... ...but this takes the cake! Have you thoroughly lost your mind?!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But this is simply the conclusion I came to... ...using that logic ability you love so much.
Edgeworth:
Wh-What?
Phoenix:
The truth of the matter is, the future president of Sprocket Aviation, Sorin Sprocket... ...has been researching time machines. So, what if a time machine has already been successfully created? And what if that's one of Sprocket Aviation's top secret inventions?
Judge:
A-A time machine?!
Larry:
Yeah! I even saw something while we were time traveling! I saw a pterodactyl flying through the sky! Maybe the airship was set to travel through time for their honeymoon trip?
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?! A-A pterodactyl?!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Y-You can't possibly have any evidence to back up your ridiculous time travel story...!
Phoenix:
Well... I, uh...
Edgeworth:
Hmph. As I thought. In any case, I now have the evidence to prove... ...that you're no more intelligent than Larry!
Larry:
Larry:
Not so fast now, Edgey. I'm not the same ol' Larry you used to know.
Edgeworth:
.........Oh?
Larry:
You want evidence? I've got your evidence right here! This is a photo I secretly took of the first reception!
Edgeworth:
WHAT?!
Phoenix:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! L-Larry! I can't believe you--! ......Well, anyway, good job! If we compare the photos of the first and second receptions and can find a difference... ...then we'll be able to prove that the reception was held twice!
Judge:
But do you really think such a difference exists?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. I just need some time to find it for you.
Edgeworth:
This is preposterous!
Judge:
Very well. Please show the court what's different, then.
Phoenix:
This is proof positive that the wedding reception was held twice.
Present Ellen's bouquet
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please direct your attention to Ms. Wyatt's bouquet of flowers!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Here it is! This is proof that the reception was held twice!
Judge:
...Where?
Phoenix:
Right here, Your Honor!
Judge:
........... ......Right where?
Phoenix:
Um... Right... not here, maybe?
Judge:
It appears you've missed the mark, defense. I hope you take better aim next time before you fire off that mouth of yours!
Phoenix:
(But my aim is usually impeccable! I'd better take another good look at the two photos before I answer again, though!)
Leads back to:
"This is proof positive that the wedding reception was held twice."
Phoenix:
Please direct your attention to Ms. Wyatt's bouquet of flowers! In the photo one of her in-laws took, the defendant is holding a yellow bouquet. But in the photo Mr. Butz took, she is holding a red bouquet!
Maya:
Y-You're right!
Edgeworth:
......That's... impossible!
Judge:
Wh-What does this mean?
Phoenix:
It means that the defendant really did experience two wedding receptions! And she did that... when she traveled back through time!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Maya:
N-Nick! You did it! You proved Ellen's time travel story to be true!
Phoenix:
Yeah... I can hardly believe it myself... (It's just as Ellen said -- the reception was held twice. This turns every assumption we've based this trial on upside-down!)
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
......I refuse to accept such a ludicrous argument! It is pure fiction under the guise of pseudoscience, at best! There is simply no such thing as time travel!
Phoenix:
I know it's hard, but can't you suspend your disbelief for one nanosecond, Edgeworth?
Maya:
I bet sci-fi movies push all your buttons the wrong way, don't they, Mr. Edgeworth...? I can totally picture you yelling, "That'd never happen!" every five seconds at the screen. Maybe you should stay away from movie dates altogether...
Edgeworth:
That's neither here nor there! This is real life we're talking about!
Judge:
But the proof is clearly shown in the two photographs.
Phoenix:
That's right, Mr. Edgeworth, no matter how inexplica--
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Fine. I'll entertain your absurd delusion... ...if only to demolish it before your very eyes!
Phoenix:
What?
Edgeworth:
......Let's start with this, then, shall we? There is one thing your time travel theory fails to explain. And that is the memories of the other guests there. The defendant and Larry remember the reception occurring twice... ...but no member of the Sprocket family has even mentioned such a thing.
Phoenix:
That's because the time machine is classified technolog--
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
I'm not done, you birdbrain!
Phoenix:
B-Birdbrain?!
Edgeworth:
As I was saying, if the entire family had been sworn to secrecy... ...then why hadn't they sworn the woman who was marrying into the family to secrecy, too?
Phoenix:
Th-That's a good point...
Edgeworth:
Honestly. All it takes is a little common sense, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
Hmm... Even still... ...how do we know that the trip through time did not really occur? There is proof in the photos that it did. And besides, if time travel doesn't exist, well... ...I'd be a little disappointed, frankly. I was hoping to go back to the days of my youth--
Edgeworth:
You mustn't allow yourself to be taken in by Mr. Wright's whimsical tales, Your Honor. I've read about it in various literature, you see... And they all say that time travel is just not logically feasible.
Phoenix:
Nnnnngh...
Maya:
Hmm... Maybe our argument was just a little too nonsensical, Nick...
Phoenix:
......Well, in that case... ...why don't we put "common sense" to the test?
Edgeworth:
Excuse me?
Phoenix:
The wedding reception was held twice. The photos are proof of that. But it wasn't because of time travel. It's simply because the reception had actually been held twice. Isn't that the most reasonable way to interpret the situation?
Judge:
Hmm... Would you care to elaborate, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(If time travel doesn't exist, then there's only one way to make sense of what happened!) Somebody must've orchestrated this strange phenomenon. And that somebody is...
Everyone at the reception
Leads to:
"What if all of the guests at the reception conspired together..."
Gloomsbury
Phoenix:
Mr. Gloomsbury!
Judge:
......Hm?
Edgeworth:
And how exactly did a dead man orchestrate such an event? And more importantly, why?
Phoenix:
W-Well, it was... ...to make it look like Mr. Sprocket had been successful in his research...?
Edgeworth:
What are you asking me for?! Besides, none of the other people interviewed... ...thought that he had succeeded in accomplishing time travel!
Phoenix:
Your Honor, could we rewind time... by just a teeny bit?
Judge:
Sorry, but no.
Phoenix:
(I'd better rethink this quick, before I lose any more time, too.)
Leads back to:
"Somebody must've orchestrated this strange phenomenon. And that somebody is..."
The gods
Phoenix:
Such a mysterious phenomenon could only have been caused by... ...the gods themselves!
Judge:
Hmm... I suppose the gods would be able to rewind time... ...or make the wedding reception happen twice, wouldn't they?
Phoenix:
Indeed they would, Your Honor!
Judge:
In that case, Mr. Wright... ...please bring these gods here to testify before this court.
Phoenix:
Um, Maya...? Do you think you could...?
Maya:
...Not a chance.
Judge:
On behalf of the gods who can't be here today, please, have some divine punishment.
Phoenix:
(I knew I was reaching with that one... I guess I'd better come up with something more grounded next time...)
Leads back to:
"Somebody must've orchestrated this strange phenomenon. And that somebody is..."
Phoenix:
What if all of the guests at the reception conspired together... ...to hold the reception twice and keep quiet about it?
Edgeworth:
What? ......And for what purpose would they conspire to do such a thing?
Phoenix:
......Well, uh... ..................
*clap clap clap clap*
???:
Ha ha ha! A brilliant deduction, defense.
Nichody:
I can tell that you are not a renowned lawyer for nothing. I must say, I underestimated you.
Phoenix:
How so, Mr. Nichody?
Nichody:
You have managed to name each event, precisely as they happened. You have revealed it all to the light of day.
Phoenix:
Th-Then, that means...
Nichody:
It was us. We orchestrated the whole thing. Yes, the reception was held twice. But not because of time travel, no -- we simply held it a second time.
Edgeworth:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Why?! Why would you do such a thing?!
Nichody:
To make it as though the murder Miss Ellen committed... never happened.
Edgeworth:
Nnngh!
Nichody:
Master Sorin figured that if Miss Ellen, who'd killed Gloomsbury after the first reception... ...experienced the reception one more time, she would think it was all a dream. It was he who ordered us to make it happen. However, only a few, myself included, knew of Miss Ellen's crime.
Judge:
Are you saying most of the guests attended two receptions without knowing why?
Nichody:
Indeed. They needed no reason... Master Sorin told them to do it, and do it they did. That is the Sprocket way.
Phoenix:
Then who hid the body in the lantern?
Nichody:
We did. But we did not anticipate the petals finding their way in, nor the actions of Mr. Butz.
Edgeworth:
And that's how you intended to cover the whole situation up?!
Nichody:
There is just one thing everyone here has wrong. The real scene of the murder was not the hold. It was the vista deck.
Phoenix:
What?! Th-Then Ms. Wyatt's recollection of the events must be correct!
Nichody:
I admit we tried to cover this incident up. But the fact that Miss Ellen killed Gloomsbury is undeniable.
Judge:
This is quite a turn of events!
???:
......... ......Heh heh heh.
Edgeworth:
And so it appears we have arrived at the truth at last.
Phoenix:
Now, now...
Edgeworth:
Please do feel free to travel back in time, Mr. Wright... ...and attempt to do this trial over again. Go on.
Phoenix:
Let's not get hasty, Edgeworth...
Edgeworth:
I bet you can't do it!
Phoenix:
I bet I can't, eeeeeiiiither!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor, we will have to hold a separate trial for the cover-up conspiracy later. But as far as this case goes... ...I believe we are ready for your ruling.
Judge:
Hmm...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Just before the defendant lost consciousness during her attack... ...she says she saw someone strike the victim. It's possible that this third party is the true culprit!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
You still want us to believe the defendant's words? Perhaps you've lost more than your touch during your time abroad. This "third person" nonsense is nothing but rubbish, and you know it!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But, by the same token... ...how can we trust those who conspired and lied to fool this court of law? For all we know, they might still be hiding something!
Edgeworth:
Nrgh... You never know when to quit, do you?!
Judge:
Now, now. Calm down, both of you. In any case, there isn't enough trustworthy information yet for me to render a verdict. I suggest we continue the trial after both sides have investigated the matter further.
Edgeworth:
.....Nnnnrrrrgh. Very well, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(Phew! That was close...)
Judge:
Mr. Nichody... As for you and your cohorts' attempt to cover up this crime... ...your case will be brought to a separate trial following the resolution of this current one.
Nichody:
Understood, Your Honor.
Judge:
Well, then... This concludes today's trial. Court is adjourned!
To Be Continued
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I have a feeling this piece of evidence contradicts the witness's statement!
Judge:
...A "feeling," defense?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor... Or, rather, a "hope" that it indicates a contradiction...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Is there or isn't there a contradiction here?
Phoenix:
It looks like there is... but there really isn't one, is there?
Judge:
Are you asking me, Mr. Wright? Because what it really seems like to me is you're asking for a penalty!
Phoenix:
Thanks for that definitive answer, Your Honor...
Edgeworth:
*sigh* With a lawyer like you, Mr. Wright, even I feel bad for the defendant.
Phoenix:
(Well, you don't have to feel bad for her for long! I'll get it right next time, you'll see!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, the witness's statement contains a glaring contradiction! And this is the piece of evidence that says it all! ............. ............... 
Judge:
...Will it start saying something anytime soon, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
............ ............ ...It's not speaking up at all, is it? Maybe it's being shy?
Judge:
...... Your evidence has said nothing at all to this court. But your choice of tactics speaks volumes about you, defense!
Maya:
Even I knew that wasn't a very smart move, Nick...
Phoenix:
Arrrngh...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is inconsistent with this piece of evidence!
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Wright. Would you care to tell this court what percent sure you are of your claim?
Phoenix:
Why, of course! I'm a hundre--! Well, er... ninety... Wait, maybe eighty-ish...? W-Would you accept... fifty percent?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I won't have such half-hearted bluffing in my courtroom!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. Might I recommend that the defense be penalized with one-hundred-percent severity?
Judge:
Oh, I intend to, Mr. Edgeworth! You can be sure of that!
Phoenix:
Nngh... (Guess I can't say I deserved zero percent of that...)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Phoenix:
So, what do you think we should do now, Maya?
Maya:
That one statement sounds awfully fishy to me, Nick.
Phoenix:
... Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.
Maya:
So now it's just a matter of deciding which piece of evidence to present, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I'll take another look at the evidence and compare it to that statement, then.
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Phoenix:
So... what now?
Maya:
Well, you can press the witness some more... ...and try and get new information out of them, right?
Phoenix:
Right. (Guess I'd better get down to pressing the witness, then.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Ellen Wyatt...
Guilty
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Wright Anything Agency
Athena:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! So the whole time traveling thing... ...was just a ruse put on by the guests at the reception?
Phoenix:
Looks like it. I knew there had to be some kind of trick to it.
Athena:
Wow. Two wedding receptions! Can you imagine? I wonder how much THAT must've cost them!
Phoenix:
I-I have no idea... But if you have to ask, you're not rich enough to want to know... Still, if you've got the money, it's a pretty good way to cover things up, if you ask me.
Athena:
You got that right...! I'm sure I would've been completely fooled.
Maya:
Hi! I'm back!
Phoenix:
Hey, Maya. Are you all set to go?
Maya:
Yup! Ready when you are! So! What should we start with?
Phoenix:
Hmm... Let's start with reviewing what we learned at the trial. What Ellen thought was time travel was really just a performance put on by the Sprockets. But other than that, it seems that what Ellen told us was actually all true.
Maya:
So what really matters right now is... ...the identity of the mystery person Ellen said she saw while she was being attacked!
Athena:
So, who IS this mystery person?
Phoenix:
That's the million-dollar question, I'm afraid. But if we want to clear Ellen of any suspicion, then figuring out who they are is key.
Athena:
I think I'll take "Toilets" for $200, instead, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Well, at least there were only so many people on that airship that night. And we know who the mastermind of the whole cover-up plot was, too, so that's good.
Athena:
You mean the groom, Sorin Sprocket, right?
Phoenix:
Exactly. He might know something that could help us out.
???:
So then, what am I doing here?
Larry:
I'm a very busy man, you know.
Phoenix:
Well, all of the other people involved are Sorin's family members. So I thought I'd better start by interviewing you. (Even if I probably shouldn't trust a word out of your mouth...)
Larry:
Oh, man... I have a really tight schedule, but... aw heck, what are friends for, right? Okay, pal! Go ahead, ask me anything!
Phoenix:
(Um, you DO remember it was you who came to me for help in the first place, right...?)
Talk
The incident
Phoenix:
I want to go over exactly WHAT happened WHEN before I step outside this office again. Since you were there, Larry, do you think you could help me get it all straight in my head?
Larry:
*sigh* If I gotta...
Phoenix:
Okay. So, the first reception was held at 7 PM on the day of the incident. That's the one you tried to crash, right?
Larry:
Huh? Oh, yeah, that's right. And then they locked me up in a cabin! It was awful, I tell you!
Phoenix:
(Too bad we're not here to focus on you, Larry.) And then the incident occurred after this first reception, at around 10 PM. Ellen was attacked in the reception hall by Gloomsbury. He forced her out onto the vista deck and was just about to kill her... 
Larry:
But Elly fought back, and ended up killing ol' Gloomsbury instead. To cover it up, the family quickly threw together a second reception. That's what Edgey is claiming, anyway. But I know my Elly didn't do it!
Phoenix:
The key point here is the mystery person Ellen said she saw strike Gloomsbury... ...just before she passed out. Did you see anybody suspicious skulking around that day?
Larry:
Nope. Not a soul! Because I was locked up in a cabin at the time!
Phoenix:
But you managed to escape, and sneak back into the reception hall. That's when you switched the lantern in the event hall with the lantern in the hold, right? Did you see anybody then?
Larry:
Nope. The place was completely deserted. I guess 'cause that Pierce butler guy had everybody gathered together somewhere.
Phoenix:
That makes sense. He must've been going over the cover-up plan with them. (So, clearly, the murder had already happened by the time Larry got out...) They must've gotten everything ready fast, and had the second reception soon after that.
Larry:
Then, after that second reception, Elly went to clean up the reception hall... ...and, as luck would have it, that's when she found the body in the lantern I'd brought up. I tried to do something nice for Elly out of the goodness of my heart, and THIS happened!
Phoenix:
Hmm... We still don't know exactly what happened during the actual murder itself. We'll just have to look into it, along with the identity of that mystery person...
The cabin
Leads to:
"So while the murder was taking place, you were locked up in a cabin."
Phoenix:
So while the murder was taking place, you were locked up in a cabin. Did you see anything unusual while you were in there?
Larry:
In the cabin? Let's see... Well... there was that pterodactyl flying through the sky! That's pretty unusual!
Phoenix:
Oh, right. That drawing of that "pterodactyl" you "saw"...
Larry:
What's with all the air quotes?! I really did see it! I swear!
Phoenix:
But, Larry, the time travel thing never actually happened. Which means you couldn't have seen a real pterodactyl flying through the sky!
Larry:
O-Oh... Are you doubting the eye of a super-popular picture book author?!
Phoenix:
No, I'm sure you saw something else, and mistook that for a flying reptile.
Larry:
Niiiiiick! You're making me doubt my own eyes! Now I'm not even sure WHAT I saw!
Larry's Drawing updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Either way, you have no idea what actually happened at the real scene of the murder?
Larry:
That's right! And I can say that with every confidence! Oh, wow. Would ya look at the time? I'd better go. I have a book signing to get to.
Phoenix:
A book signing? Whose book?
Larry:
Whose do you think?! It's mine, of course! It's a Laurice Deauxnim book signing!
Phoenix:
I bet you went around and begged a bunch of bookstores to let you do one. 
Larry:
O-Of course not! Th-They're the ones coming around to beg ME!
Phoenix:
(Looks like I guessed right...)
Larry:
A-Anyway, I have to go! I'll send you ten copies of my new book that just got released the other day, all right?!
Phoenix:
T-Ten? That's very generous of you...
Larry:
What are you talking about? I'm gonna send you the bill, too, of course. Just put 'em down as office expenses or something. Well, see ya!
Phoenix:
W-Wait, Larry! We don't need... ...Argh. He's gone.
Athena:
I'll take a copy, Boss! Oh, and make sure it's signed!
Phoenix:
Oh, boy... (Trucy's not gonna like this "office expense.")
Maya:
There goes our first lead. What do you want to tackle next, Nick?
Phoenix:
Right, we should really hit the streets now, huh? How about we go see Ellen?
Athena:
Sounds good, Boss! I bet I can cheer her up!
Phoenix:
I thought you were going to help Trucy with her magic show again today, Athena? Weren't you supposed to go meet her right about now? Trucy said she was going to practice her new trick on you, if I recall.
Athena:
"On me"...?! Really?
Phoenix:
Trucy's show is an important source of income for our agency, you know. You can leave the case to us, so you go ahead and run along, now.
Athena:
B-But, Boss...! 
Phoenix:
Off you go, Athena!
Athena:
Nooooo... I don't wanna dieeeee...
Phoenix:
We'd better get going, too, Maya.
Maya:
Okay!
Talk
Any ideas?
Maya:
............
Phoenix:
Why the long face, Maya?
Maya:
I can't believe time travel isn't real after all...
Phoenix:
I see...
Maya:
I thought I'd get to go back in time and see real dinosaurs and ninjas and stuff!
Phoenix:
Yeah... Too bad, huh? (I couldn't be more relieved, personally.)
What to do
Phoenix:
So, what should we do?
Maya:
Oh, I don't know... I mean, shouldn't we just keep investigating stuff or something?
Phoenix:
(She's really lost that spark... ...ever since I proved that time traveling wasn't real in court today...)
September 22
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Ellen:
Oooooh... My poor, sweet Sorin...! I wonder how he's getting along without me...
Phoenix:
Hello, Ellen.
Ellen:
Oh, Mr. Wright! What's going to happen with the trial, do you think?
Phoenix:
Well, first and foremost... ...we have to hurry up and find this mystery person you saw just before you passed out.
Ellen:
Do you think that person could be the real killer?
Phoenix:
It's quite possible. And if we can prove that, we can clear you of all charges. Actually, would you happen to know where Sorin is right now?
Ellen:
He's usually busy with meetings all afternoon, but he should be home by evening.
Phoenix:
I think I'd better go have a chat with him later, then. (Why am I being treated to a view of someone's underwear...?)
Ellen:
Mr. Wright! Don't tell me... ...you suspect my sweet Sorin?!
Phoenix:
Well, he is the one who masterminded the second reception after the "time skip"... ...so I thought he might be able to tell us something.
Ellen:
How COULD you, Mr. Wright?! You can't possibly think--! My Sorin would NEVER kill anyone!
Phoenix:
A-All right, all right! Just calm down!
Ellen:
NO, not if you're accusing my Sorin!
Phoenix:
Please! I'm not accusing anybody! So please put the pan and ladle down, all right?
Ellen:
Really...?
Phoenix:
C-Cross my heart. So, for now, would you mind if I ask you a few more things about the case? (I'd better be careful not to provoke her...)
Talk
Sorin
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about Sorin?
Ellen:
There's nothing to tell! He's squeaky clean!
Phoenix:
A-All right, okay! (Maybe I should avoid the topic of Sorin right now.) L-Let's talk about something else, then.
Ellen:
Fine, but you won't hear a peep out of me about Sorin!
Phoenix:
(Talk about pulling teeth...)
Pierce Nichody
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about Pierce Nichody, then?
Ellen:
Pierce... He came to Sprocket Manor about a year ago. As the family butler, he's now in charge of everything in the household.
Phoenix:
Only a year ago? Did he have some kind of special connection with the family?
Ellen:
I'm just a maid, so I'm not privy to such things, I'm afraid.
Phoenix:
(It might've been Sorin's order, but Pierce is the one who coordinated the whole thing. He's the one who really orchestrated the grand "time travel" farce. He must have quite a bit of authority in that family...) But, no matter how good he is at his job... ...how could anybody gain that much influence in a single year?
Ellen:
I really don't know... I mean, he IS an excellent butler. Wouldn't that explain it?
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Is it really as simple as that?)
Time travel
Phoenix:
What you thought was time travel was really just a cover-up carried out by your in-laws. Pierce said Sorin was the one who ordered the whole thing.
Ellen:
I still can't believe it. Even if the second reception was fake... ...Sorin would never use time travel for something like that! He's very serious about his time machine research, you know!
Phoenix:
I heard there's a reason he's researching time machines, actually... ...Something about "something he wishes he could change"... But isn't the whole idea of traveling back in time itself a little... fantastic?
Ellen:
I don't think so! After all, Sorin said real time travelers do exist!
Phoenix:
Really, now? You think he knows someone who actually traveled through time?
Ellen:
That's right. I haven't seen it personally, but Sorin said as much... ...so I believe it.
Phoenix:
(Somebody who actually traveled through time, huh? It's pretty hard to believe...)
Phoenix:
Thank you, Ellen.
Ellen:
You're going out to do your investigation now, aren't you?
Phoenix:
Yes, that's right.
Ellen:
Please make sure you don't cause Sorin any trouble, okay?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid... I can't promise you that.
Ellen:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Please! Whatever you do! Please don't upset my poor Sorin any further! I'm begging you!
Phoenix:
I-I'll do my best to not cause him any unnecessary trouble.
Ellen:
Ooh, I couldn't bear it if Sorin ever came under suspicion! I'd rather be found guilty myseeeeeeeelf! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Phoenix:
Yikes! Ellen, please! Don't work yourself up like this! You don't want Sorin to worry, do you?
Ellen:
N-No. You're right...
Phoenix:
(And the flood waters recede once more...)
Maya:
So what do we do now, Nick?
Phoenix:
Well, Ellen said Sorin is usually in meetings until the evening, so... ...let's save our house call until then. Why don't we go to the mooring dock and figure out our next move from there?
Maya:
Roger, Nick!
September 22
Sprocket Park - Mooring Dock
Phoenix:
So, where should we start?
Maya:
Hmm... Let's see. Are there any places we haven't examined yet? We already investigated the reception hall, and Sprocket Manor...
Phoenix:
...I know! We haven't looked at the vista deck or the hold yet!
Maya:
Hey, you're right! We've still got some pretty important places left to examine, don't we! The vista deck is the actual scene of the murder, right?
Phoenix:
And the lantern with the body in it was stored in the hold. I think there's a good chance we'll find some important clues in those locations.
Maya:
Do we know how to get to the hold?
Phoenix:
Good question. I think it was labeled in that diagram of the airship in this pamphlet. 
Maya:
There it is!
Phoenix:
Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!
Examine
Tower
Maya:
So that one little tower is all that's keeping the airship from being blown away?
Phoenix:
Apparently. It must be sturdier than it looks.
Maya:
You know what it reminds me of? A single mom raising three kids while holding down a full-time job!
Phoenix:
S-Sure... (Where did that analogy even come from...?)
Bench
Phoenix:
A strong wind blew this bench straight through the air, apparently.
Maya:
It looks like they fixed the sign, but left the bench right where it landed. I wonder why.
Phoenix:
Maybe the repair guy just hasn't gotten around to it yet.
September 22
Flying Chapel - Hold
Phoenix:
So this is the hold... (This is where Pierce orchestrated the whole cover-up operation... We'd better go over this place with a fine-tooth comb.)
Maya:
Hey, Nick...? Weren't we supposed to need a key card to get in here?
Phoenix:
Huh, you're right. I wonder why it was unlocked?
???:
How's it going, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ema! What are you doing here?
Ema:
Just a little independent investigating, for my own sake. Gotta keep the mind sharp!
Phoenix:
(Ah, so the door's security system was turned off for the police investigation.) We'd like to investigate the hold ourselves. Would that be all right?
Ema:
Yeah, sure. The police just finished their examination anyway.
Phoenix:
Thanks. We'll just take a quick look around, then.
Ema:
Oh, right! You should know that the floor doubles as a huge lift. You can use that lever way back there to raise it up to the vista deck. The police inspected it already, but didn't find anything of particular interest, it seems. If you do go up to the vista deck with the lift, be careful not to fall off!
Phoenix:
Got it. Thanks.
Ema:
That goes double for you, Maya!
Maya:
Yes, ma'am!
Phoenix:
Well, let's get this show on the road.
Examine
Engine
Phoenix:
So this is the airship's engine. It's pretty impressive.
Maya:
And it's all rhythmic, like a heartbeat! It's the literal heart of the Flying Chapel! Look at all those huge gears spinning around and around and around and around and... Ulp! I think I'm starting to get dizzy...
Phoenix:
Yeah... Me, too...
Glassware
Phoenix:
These must be the dishes and glasses they use for receptions. Very fancy. I bet we'd be in big trouble if we broke any of them.
Maya:
Ooh! I wanna see, Nick!
Phoenix:
You, young lady, need to stay far, far away from them.
Maya:
Nick! You think I'm going to break them, don't you?!
Phoenix:
Let's just say your rap sheet for breaking things doesn't help your case.
Flowers
Maya:
These are the flowers we saw in Larry's photo!
Phoenix:
The petals make them look like little gears. The perfect flower for the Sprocket family, huh? Maybe they were going to shower the couple with the petals?
Maya:
You mean, kind of like how people throw rice or confetti?
Phoenix:
Yeah, like that. Only, these were found at the scene of a murder instead...
Airplane
Maya:
Ooh, look, Nick! It's an airplane!
Phoenix:
I wonder if Sorin built that one, too.
Maya:
Hey, why don't we take it for a spin? Just a quick tour around the neighborhood!
Phoenix:
And who do you propose is going to pilot that wooden deathtrap?
Maya:
Me, of course! Who else? Don't worry. I've seen people fly airplanes on TV plenty of times.
Phoenix:
Um... I think I'll pass. (I've still got my whole life ahead of me!)
Bell
Phoenix:
What's that? A wedding bell?
Maya:
According to the pamphlet... ...it's used on the vista deck during wedding ceremonies to bless the newlyweds.
Phoenix:
I guess they disassemble and store it away here in the hold when it's not being used.
Cake
Maya:
Ooh, it's a cake, Nick! A cake! It's so big, they wouldn't miss one little piece, would they?
Phoenix:
If you're that in the mood for a mouthful of styrofoam, knock yourself out.
Maya:
You mean it's not real...? Well, it sure fooled me... I was so ready to have some that I'm really craving cake now... Come on, Nick! Let's go get some!
Phoenix:
Maybe after the trial is over...
Pegacow Lanterns
Phoenix:
So there are two male Pegabull lanterns in the reception hall. That must mean... ...that these two are female Pegacow lanterns.
Maya:
Larry got their sexes mixed up when he replaced the one in the reception hall, huh? Didn't he see the horns? The difference is pretty glaring, if you ask me.
Phoenix:
And yet he managed not to notice. That's what makes Larry Larry. (And Larry being Larry is why I've seen more than my fair share of trouble for a lifetime...)
Ema:
Oh, Mr. Wright...? You know that lantern the victim was found inside of in the reception hall...? I'm just about to go piece it back together so the police can examine it.
Phoenix:
Oh? Okay. We'll stop by for a look, too, once you're done fixing it.
Lever
Phoenix:
Oh, look. There's the lever to the lift Ema told us about.
Maya:
Let's try going up on it! I'll go flip the switch. Here goes nothing!
Phoenix:
Wait! I'm not even on it yet! H-Hey, Maya! Stop the lift!
Maya:
Whoops, sorry! I got a little carried away!
Phoenix:
Never mind that. Move over a little!
Maya:
O-Okay...
Phoenix:
Is that... blood?
Ema:
B-Blood? Let me see!
Phoenix:
Could it be Mr. Gloomsbury's blood?
Ema:
Well, this lift goes up to the vista deck where the murder took place, so... ...I think that's the most logical conclusion.
Phoenix:
(But I thought the victim was clubbed to death and that there wasn't much blood...? Something tells me I'd better take a picture of this...)
Lift Bloodstain added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I should ask Ema about it some more later.) Maya, can you bring the lift back down now?
Maya:
You got it! I'll go flip the switch again! There! Done!
Phoenix:
I want to find out some more about that bloodstain... But, for now, I guess we should go up to the vista deck... ...and take a look around the actual crime scene for ourselves.
Maya:
The view must be great from up there! I bet it'll be awesome!
Phoenix:
...You mean, it would be, if it wasn't the scene of a murder...
Maya:
Okay! To the vista deck we go! Make sure you actually get ON the lift this time, Nick!
Phoenix:
I know, I know.
Maya:
Okay, I'll just flip the switch again, and... awaaaay we go! Wow! Look at the gorgeous view!
Phoenix:
So this is where Ellen was attacked, and Mr. Gloomsbury was killed... Yeesh. One wrong step, and it's "kersplat!" on the ground below.
Maya:
Should we go investigate the stuff that's a little closer to the edge?
Phoenix:
Well, I don't see much of anything over there. The police investigation didn't turn up any clues either, so... Maybe we don't need to?
Maya:
Oh, I get it! You're SCARED, aren't you, Nick?
Phoenix:
O-Of course not! C'mon, let's go back down and finish checking out the hold!
Lever(subsequent times)
Phoenix:
It's the lever for the lift... What should we do?
Go up to the vista deck
Phoenix:
Let's go up to the vista deck again.
Maya:
Okey-dokey! Aaaand up we go!
Phoenix:
Ugh... Well, I guess there really isn't anything to see up here... Let's go back down to the hold.
Maya:
But we just got here! Let's enjoy the view a little more!
Phoenix:
Time's a-wasting! L-Let's go, Maya!
Maya:
Aww...
Check out the bloodstain
Phoenix:
Maya, could you operate the lift for me? I want to see that bloodstain again.
Maya:
You got it! I just have to stop it partway up, right? So, first I'll throw the switch... there! Then, I'll press stop!
Phoenix:
Yeah... That's quite a bit of blood, all right. It's dry, but it doesn't look all that old.
Maya:
Do you think it's from the murder?
Phoenix:
I think so, but I'd need more info to be sure. Could you bring the lift back down now?
Maya:
Aye-aye, sir!
Leave it alone
Phoenix:
We'd better just leave it alone.
Maya:
Awwwww! I wanted to throw the switch!
Phoenix:
Maybe later...
Candelabra
Phoenix:
Huh? It looks like there are some fingerprints on this candelabra.
Ema:
Yeah. I just got done dusting that. I was able to pull a set of left hand prints.
Phoenix:
Do you know whose prints they are?
Ema:
Yes. The prints belong to the victim, Dumas Gloomsbury.
Maya:
Nick! I just figured out something amazing!
Phoenix:
You did?
Maya:
Get this -- if the fingerprints on the candelabra were from his left hand... ...then Mister Doom-n'-Gloom must've been... left-handed! What do you think of that? Do I have the makings of a great detective, or what?
Phoenix:
(Oh, yes. Your deductive reasoning skills are nearly Encyclopedic...)
Ema:
Hey, you're pretty good, Maya! I looked into it myself, and sure enough, the victim really was left-handed.
Maya:
Really? I got it right? Awesome!
Phoenix:
Uh, good for you, Maya.
Maya:
"Good for you"? That's all you've got to say?
Phoenix:
I, uh, think you did a real great job, Maya. Way to go! (I guess one can never have too much info...)
Maya:
Now you're talking! Heh heh heh!
Phoenix:
But, come to think of it... ...this candelabra isn't in the photo Larry took of the hold, is it?
Maya:
That picture was taken when they were getting ready for the first reception, right? The candelabra must've been brought in here sometime after that, then.
Phoenix:
Hmm... It's still possible it has something to do with the incident, though. I'd better add it to the evidence file, just in case.
Candelabra added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Oh, by the way, Mr. Wright... You can have this fingerprint powder, if you like.
Phoenix:
You're giving this to us?
Ema:
Sure. I have four other sets.
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks... (I feel like there's something more to the candelabra, but I can't put my finger on it...)
Candelabra (subsequent times)
Maya:
I wonder where they sell candelabras like these...
Phoenix:
What, are you looking to buy some?
Maya:
I was thinking they'd be perfect for the altar candles in the Channeling Chamber at home. It might class up the place a little!
Phoenix:
I dunno... I can't really see them fitting in with the vibe of Kurain Village...
Talk
The incident
Phoenix:
Any progress with your investigation?
Ema:
Nothing conclusive yet, I'm afraid. Almost everybody was involved with the cover-up... ...so it's hard to know who or what to believe.
Phoenix:
I know what you mean.
Ema:
Unless you have some compelling evidence, I'm afraid it's going to be a tough trial for you.
Phoenix:
You're telling me... There isn't much time left, so I've just got to make do and see what I can turn up.
The candelabra
Phoenix:
Ema, can we check out this candelabra a little more?
Ema:
A little more? What do you -- Oops!
Phoenix:
Wh-What happened?!
Ema:
I almost dropped the candelabra, and the candles slipped off.
Phoenix:
Well, let's be careful with that. It might be important evidence.
Ema:
Wait a minute... 
Phoenix:
Now what?
Ema:
One of the pins that hold the candles is broken.
Phoenix:
What?
Ema:
There's definitely something fishy about this candelabra!
Phoenix:
There is? What makes you say that?
Ema:
Call it forensic investigator's intuition! We already dusted this for prints earlier... ...so let's test it with luminol this time!
Phoenix:
(Knowing Ema, she'd use every test she has at the same time if she could...)
Ema:
Just hang on. This will only take a second.
Phoenix:
(I hope this turns up a new lead somehow...) Well, Ema? Did you find anything?
Ema:
Take a look at this, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
What is all that blood doing on there?!
Candelabra updated in the Court Record.
Ema:
Maybe somebody got hurt while they were setting up for the reception? These pins are pretty sharp.
Phoenix:
But if one of the pins is broken... ...it means there was some force involved. Do you think maybe somebody got stabbed?
Ema:
B-But nobody reported anything like that...
Phoenix:
(That's quite a bit of blood. I wonder whose it is... If I have anything that might shed some light on that, I should probably show it to Ema...)
The bloodstain (before clearing "The candelabra" dialogue option)
Phoenix:
Ema, about this bloodstain...
Ema:
I'm thinking it's probably the victim's blood.
Phoenix:
But the victim was clubbed to death, right?
Ema:
Yeah, but he could've been bleeding from his nose, or maybe he spat it out. I won't really know for sure until I look into it some more.
Phoenix:
I see. (There's still something about it that bothers me, though...)
The bloodstain (after clearing "The candelabra" dialogue option)
Phoenix:
About this bloodstain...
Ema:
What about it?
Phoenix:
There's something about it that's been bothering me.
Ema:
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Phoenix:
Well, there's a huge bloodstain on the crime scene lift, and a bloodstained candelabra... Now, this is only a guess, but I'm thinking maybe these two bloodstains are from...
The same source
Leads to:
"I'm thinking maybe these two bloodstains are from the same source."
Different sources
Phoenix:
I'm thinking maybe these two bloodstains are from completely different sources.
Ema:
Yes, that's what I'm thinking, too. So, what about it?
Phoenix:
(Oh, hmm... Being in agreement won't lead us anywhere new... I need to find out more about these bloodstains somehow...) Sorry! That's not what I meant to say... 
Leads to:
"I'm thinking maybe these two bloodstains are from the same source."
Phoenix:
I'm thinking maybe these two bloodstains are from the same source.
Ema:
Hmm... I guess that IS a possibility.
Phoenix:
Can we compare the two bloodstains? Would that take a lot of time?
Ema:
Are you kidding? Don't underestimate the power of science! It'll be done in a jiffy! And the results are in! That didn't take long, now, did it? Hmm... It seems that the blood from the lift and candelabra are from the same person.
Lift Bloodstain updated in the Court Record.
Candelabra updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Well, the victim was clubbed to death, and there wasn't all that much blood...
Ema:
But if this isn't Mr. Gloomsbury's blood...
Phoenix:
Well, this is just a guess, but... ...what if Mr. Gloomsbury stabbed somebody with the candelabra pin? That would explain both the huge bloodstain on the lift and the blood on the candelabra.
Ema:
Oh, my goodness! If that's true... ...then that means there was somebody else present at the scene of the murder!
Phoenix:
It does, doesn't it? (This just might substantiate Ellen's statement about a third person!) Ema, could you have this blood analyzed?
Ema:
Sure thing!
Present
Lift bloodstain
Phoenix:
Ema, about this bloodstain... Doesn't something about it strike you as odd?
Ema:
What's so odd about the victim's blood?
Phoenix:
That's not exactly... There's just something about it that bothers me.
Ema:
Hmm... Now that you mention it... ...I can't say I necessarily disagree with you.
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should talk about this some more with her...)
Phoenix:
Hmm... A mysterious bloodstain on a candelabra with the victim's prints on it... This just might back up Ellen's memory of seeing a third person. Next up, the reception hall. It might be worth taking another look around in there.
Ema:
The reception hall? The forensics team is in there investigating right now.
Phoenix:
Oh, they are?
Maya:
Well, we don't have time to just sit around, so let's go check out something else!
Phoenix:
Good idea. We could go question some people. (Especially Sorin. I have quite a few questions for that guy.)
Maya:
Sounds good, Nick!
Ema:
Off to do some legwork, then?
Phoenix:
Yup. I thought we'd head to Sorin's house for starters.
Ema:
He was accompanying the police on their investigation here earlier, but... ...he's probably home by now.
Phoenix:
Great, thanks. Later, Ema.
September 22
Sprocket Manor - Foyer
Maya:
I still can't get over how gorgeous Sprocket Manor is!
Phoenix:
Just don't touch anything.
Maya:
I--! I wasn't going to!
Phoenix:
(She was DEFINITELY going to...)
???:
I was told I had guests...
Phoenix:
Thank you for seeing us, Sorin. We know you're busy. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the case, if you wouldn't mind.
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
Um... Sorin?
Sorin:
You're Ellen's lawyer, right?
Phoenix:
Huh...? Y-Yes, that's right. (Don't tell me he doesn't remember me...?)
Sorin:
...Will Ellen be found guilty?
Phoenix:
We're doing everything we can to prevent that. That's why we're here, investigating. Will you please tell us what you know?
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
Sorin...?
Sorin:
.........All right. Fine.
Phoenix:
(What was that pause all about?)
Examine
Photos on table
Man:
Aha! Come back to hear more about my camera, have you?
Phoenix:
I-I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm really busy right now.
Man:
Oh. What a shame. Well, if you ever want to talk about cameras, come back and see me anytime.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like even his own family members don't want to listen to him...)
Bouquet
Maya:
Hey, Nick! Better watch out, or you'll be cursed by the bouquet of woe.
Phoenix:
Oh, come on, Maya. Like I'm going to believe an urban legend you just made up.
Talk
The cover-up
Phoenix:
It was you who gave the order for that large-scale cover-up plan, isn't that right?
Sorin:
What "large-scale cover-up"...?
Maya:
Don't play dumb with us! You held two wedding receptions in order to try and cover up Mr. Gloomsbury's murder!
Phoenix:
Ellen thought that, through the power of the Time Keeper you built... ...she traveled back in time.
Sorin:
Ah... So that's why there were two receptions...
Phoenix:
(Wait, does he seriously not know why the reception was held twice? Looks like I'll have to delve deeper here...)
Time travel
Phoenix:
So, the cover-up scheme -- that fake trip through time... ...you're not the one who was behind it all? Pierce Nichody stated in court that you were the one who ordered it to be carried out.
Sorin:
Pierce said that...? I see. I leave him in charge of everything around me. So whatever he decides is, in essence, my decision, too.
Phoenix:
So I take it that you didn't know anything about the cover-up? 
Sorin:
......That's none of your business.
Phoenix:
But you were in two wedding receptions in a row! And still, you claim to know nothing?
Sorin:
... I have nothing more to say to you. Please leave.
Phoenix:
B-But, Sorin...! Ow!
Maya:
Oh, there's something written on this paper airplane! Let's see... "Go away!"
Phoenix:
It doesn't get clearer than that, huh... (He's looking especially uncooperative, but... ...maybe I can grab his attention somehow. There's still that one piece of evidence I don't know much about... It's worth a try...)
Present
Selena Sprocket Photo
Sorin:
Sis...
Phoenix:
I'm sure your sister would want the truth of this case to be known.
Sorin:
...How rude. Is intruding on the private lives of others... ...a part of your job as a lawyer?
Phoenix:
Oh... I, uh... I apologize. (I guess showing him the picture of his sister wasn't such a good idea after all.)
Candelabra (after clearing talk option "Time travel")
Leads to:
"Sorin, have you ever seen this before?"
Phoenix:
Sorin, have you ever seen this before?
Sorin:
Th-That's... That's...!
Phoenix:
Sorin, what is it?
Sorin:
N-Nothing...!
Phoenix:
(Why did his whole demeanor change all of a sudden? He's gone pale as a ghost, too...)
*thud*
Phoenix:
S-Sorin!
Maya:
Nick! Look at his stomach! He's bleeding!
Phoenix:
S-Somebody, help! Sorin's collapsed!
Maid:
Master Sorin!
Relative:
Get him to the hospital! Quickly, now!
Maya:
Poor Sorin... That must be one serious wound...
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Maya:
What is it, Nick?
Phoenix:
Well, when I showed him the candelabra, his whole demeanor changed... So I was just thinking that maybe his injury is...
Maya:
Huh? What's this?
Phoenix:
It's Sorin's notebook. He must've dropped it in the rush to get him to the hospital.
Maya:
Ooh, his notebook, huh...? I wonder what's written in it. Don't you? Come on! You know you wanna take a peek!
Phoenix:
Sorin's notebook... What to do, what to do...?
Take a peek
Leads to:
"I feel guilty, snooping around in somebody's personal notebook, but..."
Don't look
Phoenix:
I really don't think we should...
Maya:
But it might have some really, really, REALLY important information in it!
Phoenix:
Yes, that's quite possible, but still... (Well, I guess it IS for Ellen's sake, at the end of the day...)
Leads to:
"I feel guilty, snooping around in somebody's personal notebook, but..."
Phoenix:
I feel guilty, snooping around in somebody's personal notebook, but... ...maybe we SHOULD take a little look-see. Whoa! It's filled with big words written in tiny letters! I guess he uses this notebook to write down his invention ideas? ...Huh?
Maya:
What is it? Did you find something?
Phoenix:
Hmm... After March 8th of last year, the content of this notebook changes dramatically.
Maya:
Like how?
Phoenix:
Well... Ever since that date, Sorin's been writing down every detail of his life. As in EVERY.
Maya:
Maybe he decided to start keeping a diary?
Phoenix:
But this is way too detailed to be an ordinary diary.
Maya:
Hmm... Either he's really compulsive... ...or maybe just plain forgetful.
Phoenix:
(But is it really as simple as that...?) I feel like something happened on March 8th that made Sorin change.
Maya:
Well, why don't you let me take a look at that, and I'll tell you!
Phoenix:
H-Hey! Maya! Let go or we'll rip it!
Maya:
Eep! Now look what you did! You dropped it! You should've just let me take a look!
Phoenix:
(How is this MY fault...?)
Maya:
Oh, no! Nick...
Phoenix:
Ack! It fell into that pool of Sorin's blood! I can't read a thing on these two pages now...
Maya:
Uh-oh! You're gonna get it now!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... I guess it really is my fault after all...) Let's just put it away carefully for now. We can't let anything else happen to it, you hear?
Sorin's Notebook added to the Court Record.
Maya:
Huh? Hey look, there's something sticking out of the notebook. It looks like a newspaper article.
Phoenix:
Let's see... It's about the car accident Sorin's sister died in! It happened on... March 8th... That's the day Sorin's notebook completely changed... Oh, wow!
Maya:
Wh-What else does it say?!
Phoenix:
It says the driver at the time of the accident was... Dumas Gloomsbury. It says Sorin was in the car, too, and that he had sustained severe injuries. It's just like Pierce said. Sorin completely changed after the accident.
Newspaper Article added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
So Gloomsbury was driving the car when they got into that accident... That opens up the distinct possibility... 
Maya:
Of...?
Phoenix:
Of Sorin holding a grudge against Gloomsbury.
Maya:
You think Sorin could've...?
Phoenix:
I don't know. It's not like I have any proof... We should talk to Pierce about this when we return Sorin's notebook to him. ...Though he doesn't seem to be here right now. Maybe he's at the Flying Chapel.
(Wright Anything Agency)
Present
Lift bloodstain
Phoenix:
To think they fought for their lives here, on what was supposed to be an uplifting day...
Maya:
Nick! You do realize this a murder case, right?!
Phoenix:
Huh? D-Did I say something wrong?
Maya;
What are you thinking, making such an insensitive pun about this lift?!
Phoenix:
(What pun? All I said was that it was supposed to be an uplifting day... Oh. Th-That wasn't supposed to be a pun!)
Maya:
I strongly suggest you don't say anything like that in front of the Sprocket family!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, ma'am...
Candelabra
Maya:
That's quite a fancy candelabra, huh? Maybe I should get a few just like it for the altar in the Channeling Chamber at home.
Phoenix:
I can't really see these things going well with the vibe of Kurain Village...
Maya:
But they're perfect! They can even hold the really big candles! And they look so cool, too!
Phoenix:
(That's going to be one eclectic altar once Maya's done redecorating...)
Sorin's Notebook
Maya:
Oh, it's the notebook you dropped!
Phoenix:
The notebook "I" dropped?! It only ended up where it did because you tried to snatch it out of my hands!
Maya:
Well... maybe I was a TINY bit complicit in it... Look! No one's to blame here, right? It was just an accident! Right?!
Phoenix:
Oh, I think we both know who's more to blame...
Newspaper Article
Maya:
This is about the car accident Sorin's sister died in... I bet she would've wanted to see her little brother get married...
Phoenix:
Yeah... But with the way things are, I don't think she'll be able to rest in peace. So we'll just have to figure out the truth somehow... For her sake, too.
Maya:
Yeah. Let's not leave a single stone unturned and push on in our investigation!
September 22
Sprocket Park - Mooring Dock
Phoenix:
I sure hope Pierce is around here somewhere.
???:
Ah, Mr. Wright and Ms. Fey.
Phoenix:
Hello, Pierce. We were just looking for you.
Nichody:
I'm sorry for Master Sorin's sudden departure earlier. You have my sincerest apologies.
Phoenix:
It was totally understandable, really. But shouldn't you be at his side right now?
Nichody:
It's fine. The other servants are with him, and I am in constant contact with them. Do not forget to give him his pain medication, and be sure to keep him hydrated. Also, see to it that he is not up and about. He needs complete bed rest.
Phoenix:
(Is this what happens when you're too rich for normal, peasant phones...?)
Nichody:
I must return to Master Sorin now, but... ...did you want something of me?
Phoenix:
Actually, here's Sorin's notebook. He dropped it when he collapsed. (I hope Pierce doesn't notice the bloodstain!)
Nichody:
Oh. Thank you very much for this. I will see to it personally that Master Sorin gets it back.
Phoenix:
Thank you.
Sorin's Notebook given to Pierce.
Nichody:
I trust you did not look inside?
Phoenix:
Oh, of course not! Aha ha!
Nichody:
Because it is filled with numerous patent-worthy ideas, you see.
Phoenix:
Look, I know you're busy, but would you mind if I asked you a few questions about the case?
Nichody:
Well, as I said, I must be getting back to Master Sorin. So if you could make it quick, I would greatly appreciate it.
Phoenix:
All right. I'll make this as quick as I can.
Talk
The cover-up
Phoenix:
I'd like to ask you about the cover-up you tried to pull off, if you don't mind.
Nichody:
I told everything there is to tell in court already. Disposing of anything that may harm the Sprocket family's reputation... ...is simply a part of my job.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like a lovely job description...)
Nichody:
I have nothing more to say on the matter. I will say, I do not think it's wise to spend time on topics that have already been discussed.
Phoenix:
Right.
The accident
Phoenix:
Pierce, could you tell us more about this accident?
Nichody:
Where did you find that...? And did I not already tell you about that accident?
Phoenix:
You did, but you conveniently left out one crucial detail: The fact that Dumas Gloomsbury was driving the car at the time.
Nichody:
Oh? Did I not mention that? I suppose it simply did not come up then.
Phoenix:
If Mr. Gloomsbury caused the accident... ...why didn't the Sprocket family fire him? Wouldn't that usually be the natural consequence of such a huge mistake?
Nichody:
Please do not misunderstand. Gloomsbury stayed on with the family... ...on Master Sorin's request.
Phoenix:
(What...?)
Nichody:
That is the type of person Master Sorin is. Perhaps it was the influence of Miss Selena's kind nature. She was such a sweet person that even in her last moments, she thought of Master Sorin.
Phoenix:
(Not only did Sorin NOT hold a grudge against Gloomsbury, he insisted on keeping him on. Now I REALLY don't understand how that guy's mind works...)
Selena's last moments
Phoenix:
So you were present for Selena Sprocket's last moments...?
Nichody:
Yes, in my professional capacity... The accident happened on the way to a certain party.
Phoenix:
And what kind of a party was it?
Nichody:
It was Miss Selena's engagement party. Gloomsbury's injuries were minor, but Miss Selena's and Master Sorin's were critical. They were brought to the Sprocket family's regular hospital.
Phoenix:
(Wow... To have such a terrible thing happen on what was to be a day of celebration...)
Nichody:
Thanks to the surgeon in charge, Master Sorin pulled through. But Miss Selena... She...
Phoenix:
............
Nichody:
The last words Miss Selena said to me were...
"Please help Sorin."
Nichody:
Ever since then, I have attended Master Sorin and tried to help him in any way I can.
Phoenix:
I see... Selena's fiancé must have been devastated.
Nichody:
Indeed. The shock of losing Miss Selena was so great, he quit being a surgeon.
Phoenix:
He was a surgeon? Wait... So the surgeon who tried to save them both, was he...?
Nichody:
Yes, he was Miss Selena's fiancé.
Maya:
What a terrible tragedy...
Phoenix:
How awful... So where is her fiancé now?
Nichody:
...Good question. I wonder that sometimes myself.
Phoenix:
(So Selena had a fiancé... I'd like to find out more about him, but I doubt I'll find him any time soon.)
Present
Selena Sprocket Photo
Nichody:
I hope you will refrain from showing this to Master Sorin. He is still suffering the loss of Miss Selena. 
Phoenix:
B-But...
Nichody:
I do not believe rubbing salt in people's wounds is part of a lawyer's job. Or am I mistaken?
Phoenix:
A-All right. I understand.
Lift Bloodstain or Candelabra
Phoenix:
Do you recognize this, Pierce?
Nichody:
...It is not really something I care to look at.
Phoenix:
But it was you and the others who tried to cover things up in the hold, wasn't it?
Nichody:
I left that entirely to my subordinates, so I really don't know anything about it myself.
Phoenix:
(Pierce was in charge of handling the guests and relatives... ...so he must know a lot more than he's letting on.)
Newspaper Article
Nichody:
Even now, it is painful to remember the accident. And Master Sorin is not the only one who suffers still. The entire Sprocket family was plunged into deep sorrow. A sorrow they still feel to this day.
Phoenix:
(Now I can understand why Sorin changed so much after the accident...)
Nichody:
That is why I do not want you to bring up the car accident again. I hope you understand.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, I understand. (So I guess that topic is out...)
Nichody:
So, are we done here? I'm afraid I must be going.
Phoenix:
Could you please just tell me... ...a little more about Sorin?
Nichody:
There is nothing more to tell.
Phoenix:
(I can't seem to get any real answers out of him just by asking him questions. But there IS that piece of evidence I still don't know much about... Maybe he'll be able to tell me something about it.)
Present
Candelabra
Leads to:
"Pierce."
Phoenix:
Pierce. Have you ever seen this candelabra before?
Nichody:
I-I... No, I don't know anything about it...
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(My magatama reacted! Pierce must be trying to hide something from me. I have to break those Psyche-Locks and find out what!)
Talk
Pierce's Secret
Phoenix:
Pierce. You're hiding something from me about this candelabra, aren't you?
Nichody:
It is one of the candelabras from the Flying Chapel, is it not? Is there something special about it?
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(My magatama is definitely reacting. I guess I'll just have to break those Psyche-Locks and find out what he's got to hide!)
Magatama
Phoenix:
-- Pierce's Secret --
Phoenix:
Pierce. You're hiding something from me about this candelabra, aren't you?
Nichody:
It is one of the candelabras from the Flying Chapel, is it not? Is there something special about it?
Phoenix:
Actually, yes -- there's some blood on it, you see. I think the blood might belong to this person.
Present Sorin Sprocket profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Sorin has a rather nasty wound on his body, doesn't he?"
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Nichody:
What does that person have to do with it?
Phoenix:
(Ack! That's not who I meant to name!)
Nichody:
I do not have time for meaningless conversation...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry! Please give me another chance!
Leads back to:
"I think the blood might belong to this person."
Phoenix:
Sorin has a rather nasty wound on his body, doesn't he?
Nichody:
Ngh...
1 LOCK BROKEN
Nichody:
Yes, Master Sorin is indeed injured.
Phoenix:
Are any of the other people involved with this case injured?
Nichody:
N-Not as far as I know...
Phoenix:
... I see. Then, let me ask you this, Pierce. Do you suppose Sorin could have been more directly involved than you're letting on?
NIchody:
Wh-What in the world would make you think that...?
Phoenix:
Oh, I've got my reasons. Mr. Gloomsbury's fingerprints were found on this candelabra's stem. Which leads me to believe that Mr. Gloomsbury stabbed Sorin with it.
Nichody:
You cannot possibly think Master Sorin is the one responsible for the murder.
Phoenix:
I don't have any conclusive evidence of that at the moment... ...but I do think he had a motive. This proves that Sorin had a motive to kill Mr. Gloomsbury.
Present Newspaper Article
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Even though it was an accident..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Nichody:
How does that prove that Master Sorin had a motive to commit the murder?
Phoenix:
Huh? (Wrong piece, I guess!) Never mind that. I didn't mean it!
Nichody:
My time is limited, Mr. Wright, so please do hurry.
Leads back to:
"This proves that Sorin had a motive to kill Mr. Gloomsbury."
Phoenix:
Even though it was an accident... ...Mr. Gloomsbury was the man responsible for taking Sorin's sister away.
1 LOCK BROKEN
Nichody:
Let us suppose... that Gloomsbury did stab Master Sorin with the candelabra... Can you prove that it had anything to do with this case? He might have been stabbed at some other location, for some other reason...
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I can prove it WAS related to this case.
Nichody:
Oh, really?
Phoenix:
Sorin's stabbing and Mr. Gloomsbury's death are definitely connected.
Nichody:
Are they now...?
Phoenix:
This is the piece of evidence that ties Sorin's injury to Mr. Gloomsbury's murder.
Present Lift Bloodstain
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"A bloodstain was found on the side of the lift that goes between the hold and vista deck."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Nichody:
...I'm not sure what you're trying to tie together with that.
Phoenix:
(Argh! Guess that wasn't it!)
Nichody:
I'll have a servant send you home...
Phoenix:
No, wait! Please give me another chance.
Nichody:
Please, Mr. Wright. Do not detain me with nonsense any longer...
Leads back to:
"This is the piece of evidence that ties Sorin's injury to Mr. Gloomsbury's murder."
Phoenix:
A bloodstain was found on the side of the lift that goes between the hold and vista deck. Its blood matches the blood that's on the candelabra. I obtained the results straight from the police, so I can assure you this information is correct.
Nichody:
............
Phoenix:
This bloodstain on the lift indicates an important fact. It shows us that...
The murder was in the reception hall
Phoenix:
The true scene of the murder was in the reception hall.
Nichody:
............ ............ ............ ............
Phoenix:
All right, so I kinda just said the first thing that popped into my mind... ...but now that I think about it, I take it back.
Nichody:
...Twenty-six seconds, Mr. Wright. It took you twenty-six seconds to realize your mistake.
Phoenix:
Look, just please forget about that one!
Nichody:
*sigh*
Leads back to:
"This bloodstain on the lift indicates an important fact. It shows us that..."
Sorin was there during the crime
Leads to:
"Sorin's blood is on the lift, which can only mean one thing."
Gloomsbury wasn't there
Phoenix:
Mr. Gloomsbury wasn't at the crime scene!
Nichody:
How does the bloodstain on the lift tell you that?
Phoenix:
Well, er... I guess it really doesn't, does it?
Nichody:
If you insist on speaking nonsense, I will have to ask you to let me leave.
Phoenix:
N-No more nonsense this time! I promise!
Leads back to:
"This bloodstain on the lift indicates an important fact. It shows us that..."
Phoenix:
Sorin's blood is on the lift, which can only mean one thing. He was there, wasn't he? Sorin was at the scene of the crime.
Nichody:
You are very astute, Mr. Wright. It appears I cannot hide this from you any longer. Very well. I will tell you everything.
1 LOCK BROKEN
UNLOCK SUCCESSFUL
Talk
Pierce's Secret
Leads to:
"Could you tell me about Sorin's injury?"
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about Sorin's injury?
Nichody:
...Very well. This is what I heard directly from Master Sorin himself. As you surmised, Master Sorin was stabbed by Gloomsbury on the day of the murder. It happened after the first wedding reception. The happy couple was in the reception hall when, suddenly, Gloomsbury appeared... He attacked Miss Ellen and tried to take her away. Master Sorin went to stop him, and found himself in a struggle with Gloomsbury. That is when Master Sorin was stabbed with the candelabra, he said. Even though Master Sorin was badly injured, he went after Gloomsbury.
Phoenix:
So Sorin really was at the scene of the murder, wasn't he?
Nichody:
Yes, that is correct. However, by the time Master Sorin arrived at the scene... ...Gloomsbury had already been murdered.
Phoenix:
(So Pierce is saying that Sorin WAS at the crime scene... ...but that he didn't have anything to do with the murder itself. Hmm...) Even still, why did you try to keep such an important piece of information from me?!
Nichody:
I am very sorry. Master Sorin's injury and Gloomsbury's murder were not directly related... ...so I decided not to mention it, so as not to unnecessarily complicate the investigation. ...Now, then. I am sorry, but I am afraid I really must go now. Please excuse me.
Phoenix:
Thank you for your time.
Maya:
Pierce should've just told us everything in the first place and saved us all a lot of time!
Phoenix:
Yeah... But I guess it isn't that simple for him -- he is the family butler, after all. He sure didn't make our job any easier, though, did he? But at least we learned something new. Sorin was at the scene of the crime!
Maya:
That's true! One step forward is better than none! So, what next, Nick?
Phoenix:
Hmm... Let's see. The forensics team might be done investigating the reception hall by now. Let's go check it out.
Maya:
Sounds like a plan!
(Wright Anything Agency)
Talk
Any ideas?
Phoenix:
Is it just me, or does Sorin seem kinda suspicious...?
Maya:
Yeah... I mean, he's so quiet, who knows what he's thinking, right? And that Pierce isn't exactly an open book, either. It seems like they're both hiding something.
Phoenix:
Yeah, though that could be true of everyone involved in this case, for all we know.
Maya:
Hey, I know! Let's make a new rule! The next time anybody lies in court, we get to bop them on the head with the judge's gavel!
Phoenix:
Sounds more like a game of Whack-A-Mole than a trial to me... Still, I wouldn't necessarily say no...
What to do
Maya:
What's wrong, Nick?
Phoenix:
Oh, I was just thinking about how hard it's been to find out the truth this time around...
Maya:
What are you talking about? When has it EVER been easy to find out the truth in any of our cases? You just do what you always do! Bluff your way through things, and we'll be fine!
Phoenix:
(But that's supposed to be my tactic of last resort...)
September 22
Flying Chapel - Reception Hall
Phoenix:
It looks like the police are done with their investigation in here. I wonder if it's okay for us to take a look around now.
???:
Oh, hi, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Hi, Ema. Would it be all right if we investigate in this room now?
Ema:
Sure. The police are all done, so go for it. Oh, remember that broken lantern? I restored it to perfection! I have to say, it's some of my best work!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like the repair job was a resounding success...) Thanks, Ema. We'll take a good look at it, too.
Ema:
Well, I have to be getting back to the station... Try not to mess up the crime scene if you can help it.
Phoenix:
We'll be careful.
Ema:
I'll be seeing you!
Maya:
Bye, Ema! And thank you!
Phoenix:
Well, shall we get started?
Examine
Escape hatch
Phoenix:
Hey, take a look at that door. I wonder where it goes.
Maya:
Shall we open it up and see?
Maid:
Wait! Please don't open that! It's the emergency escape hatch! It leads directly outside! You'll fall to your death!
Phoenix:
Whew... That was a close one, huh, Maya?
Maya:
I-I'll say...
Fog machine (below airplane)
Maya:
Excuse me. Is the fog machine ready to use now?
Maid:
No, I'm afraid not. We only put dry ice in it when there's an actual reception.
Maya:
I see... That's too bad...
Phoenix:
(She still wants to blast me with a cloud of smoke, doesn't she...)
Intact Lantern
Maya:
... N-Nick!
Phoenix:
What's wrong, Maya?!
Maya:
......This hasn't moved an inch since the last time we looked at it.
Phoenix:
(It would be pretty creepy if it had...) Look, we're in the middle of an important investigation, so try not to shout, okay?
Maya:
I was just hoping it had changed somehow. You know, so it would be more interesting.
Phoenix:
The last thing we need is for things to get more "interesting."
Back of hall
Windows
Maya:
It's another beautiful day outside, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Yeah. If only it wasn't the scene of a murder, we could really enjoy it...
Maya:
True...
Phoenix:
It must be tough for the maids to have to work on a beautiful day like today.
Maid:
Oh, we don't mind.
Phoenix:
Whoa! I didn't think you could hear me way over here!
Maid:
We don't think of it as simply cleaning. It's more like we're wiping away all of the sadness stuck to this airship...
Phoenix:
(Wow. Talk about devoted...)
Sweetheart Table
Maya:
Hey! I think that tablecloth is new. They must've changed it since yesterday!
Phoenix:
Huh? How can you tell?
Maya:
Because the food stains that were there are now gone!
Phoenix:
(I should've known it's because it's food-related...)
Small table
Phoenix:
This is where the murder weapon, the Time Keeper, was displayed. I guess it's in police custody now. ...Huh? What's this? A key?
Maya:
Let's ask the maid about it.
Phoenix:
Good idea. She might be able to tell us something. Excuse me. Could I ask you a question?
Maid:
Oh, of course. What would you like to know?
Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this key?
Maid:
It's the key that starts up the Time Keeper.
Phoenix:
A startup key?
Maid:
That's right. Oh, the First Startup of Love ceremony was so beautiful! The bride and groom each had a symbol of their love, and when they put them together... Oh, how romantic it was!
Key of Love added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
First Startup of Love ceremony? What exactly did that entail?
Maid:
Oh, er... It's a ceremony in which the couple activated the Time Keeper together for the first time. I suppose it was kind of like a cake-cutting ceremony.
Phoenix:
And what are these "symbols of their love" you mentioned?
Maid:
Well... that's kind of an industry secret, so I can't really say. I'm sorry. I'd better be getting back to my work...
Phoenix:
(Looks like there's an order from above not to talk about it.) I guess we've checked out everything of interest in this area.
Repaired Lantern
Phoenix:
Here's the broken lantern, all patched up. (And I do mean "patched"...)
Maya:
Ema said this was some of her best work, so I know she put a lot of effort into it!
Phoenix:
It was pretty smashed up. It must've been a lot of work to piece it back together. (Well, she gets an A for effort, at any rate...) ... Huh? This wheel handle on the back has some blood on it! It looks like somebody gripped it with a bloody hand...
Maya:
Maybe the blood got there when the killer was putting ol' Doom-n'-Gloom's body inside? Do you see anything else worth noting?
Phoenix:
Well, there's another one of these lanterns over there... ...so it might be a good idea to really compare the two later.
Broken Lantern updated in the Court Record.
Repaired Lantern (subsequent times)
Maya:
Ema must've worked really hard on this.
Maid:
You mean that police lady? She was going at it like a jigsaw puzzle. All "Not this piece" here, "Not that piece" there...
Phoenix:
It was pretty busted up. I can just imagine what a hard time she had figuring it all out.
Maya:
She should've asked me to help! I would've loved to restore this thing with her!
Phoenix:
I think it's best to leave that kind of thing to the police. (Besides, who knows what kind of liberties Maya would've taken in the process...?)
Intact Lantern (after examining Repaired Lantern)
Phoenix:
This is the unbroken Pegabull lantern. And this is the one that Ema restored. I wouldn't say they look exactly the same... More that they're made up of the same parts.
Maya:
Wait a minute.
Phoenix:
What is it, Maya?
Maya:
I think there's something off about this Pegabull.
Phoenix:
Just about everything about it looks off to me...
Maya:
I'm not quite sure what it is, but some detail isn't quite right. Show me the restored lantern again.
Phoenix:
Hey, I know! It's this, right?
Maya:
What? Where?
Phoenix:
The thing about the restored lantern that's off is the...
Shape of the horns
Phoenix:
The shape of the horns is different, isn't it? How they're curved, and their size, and stuff?
Maya:
I don't know... The curve and size seem the same as the unbroken one to me.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess you're right. They're pretty much identical, huh. In that case...
Leads back to:
"The thing about the restored lantern that's off is the..."
Angle of the wings
Phoenix:
I've got it! The angle of that wing is different. And it's attached all wrong!
Maya:
Well duh, Nick! I could've told you THAT! I mean there's something more subtle... Something that feels just slightly off. You know what I mean?
Phoenix:
(No, not really... Still, maybe it's...)
Leads back to:
"The thing about the restored lantern that's off is the..."
Color of the wheel handle
Leads to:
"Look. It's the wheel handle. It's a different color altogether."
Phoenix:
Look. It's the wheel handle. It's a different color altogether. Ema got the inside and outside wheel handles switched around.
Maya:
Oh, wow! You're right! And there's blood here on this handle -- as if somebody gripped it with a bloody hand.
Phoenix:
Right. Which means that the blood got on the handle from inside the lantern.
Broken Lantern updated in the Court Record.
Maya:
Do you think the blood got there when the killer was putting the body in the lantern?
Phoenix:
Hmm... It's really hard to say, at this point.
Talk
Any ideas?
Maya:
I don't know... I really wonder about that Pierce...
Phoenix:
Yeah, I know what you mean. He seems to have a lot of power over everybody and everything, doesn't he?
Maya:
Actually, what I was really wondering about is that shoulder mech of his... I mean, it's pretty amazing how many things that tiny little contraption can do. Ooh! What if that  mech is actually Pierce's true control center, like his brain?
Phoenix:
Um... Maya...?
Maya:
And what if, somewhere in Sprocket Manor, he has another shiny, golden body! And then, during emergencies, he can switch bodies and become Super Pierce Nichody!
Phoenix:
This is what I get for trying to have a serious conversation with a super geek...
What to do
Phoenix:
I bet all Ellen wants is to start her happy new life with Sorin.
Maya:
Yeah... I bet you're right...
Phoenix:
But do you think the truth will really set her free...?
Maya:
All you can do is do your job to the best of your ability! And if we can bring Ellen joy that way, all the better, right?!
Phoenix:
Maya...
Maya:
Either way, I think true happiness can only be found in the truth. ... Um, what are you looking at me like that for?
Phoenix:
I was just thinking about how wise that sounded. Looks like our little Maya is growing up!
Maya:
Would you knock it off? I'm trying to be serious here!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry! Sorry!
Present
Broken Lantern
Maya:
Ema did a pretty good job fixing this guy up. Is it just me, or does this Pegabull look happy to be whole again? Still...
Phoenix:
Still...?
Maya:
If Ema had let me do it, I could've made it ten times cooler! I would've made the wings bigger, given it three horns, and painted it all red. But that's not all!
Phoenix:
It would've ceased to be a Pegabull waaay before that point, Maya...
Phoenix:
Whew! Well, I think we've checked out everything relevant to this case.
???:
What are you two doing here?
Phoenix:
Wait, what are YOU doing here?! Sorin! Shouldn't you be resting in bed? You're injured!
Sorin:
How do you know about that?! ...Um, never mind. My notebook... Have you seen my notebook? I can't find it anywhere. My notebook... I need my notebook...
Phoenix:
(What's the matter with him?)
Sorin:
M-My notebook... I need... I have to have... I-I...
???:
Master Sorin!
Nichody:
Master Sorin! I told you to stay in bed!
Sorin:
M-My notebook...!
Nichody:
Here you go.
Sorin:
Yes... This is it...!
Phoenix:
(So Sorin gets emotionally unstable without that notebook of his...?)
Sorin:
...Phew.
Phoenix:
(Looks like he's calmed down now.) Sorin, do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?
Nichody:
I cannot allow you to do that. What if his wound were to open up again? He needs to rest.
Phoenix:
Arngh... I guess you're right...
Nichody:
Now, if you will excuse us. Master Sorin, let us retire.
Sorin:
... All right.
Maya:
There they go.
Phoenix:
Pierce is right. I guess he really isn't in any condition to be questioned. Well, let's go back to the agency and sort through what we've learned.
(Sprocket Park - Mooring Dock)
Talk
The incident
Phoenix:
Hey, Larry... I thought you had a book signing?
Larry:
Yeah, but I snuck off early. I was worried about how your investigation was going!
Phoenix:
Nobody came to get their book signed, huh?
Larry:
What kind of a thing is that to say?!
Phoenix:
Well, how many people showed up, then?
Larry:
Well, um... Fine! It was four people, if you gotta know! Including the employees...
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... I shouldn't have asked...
Larry:
Quit looking at me like I'm some pitiful piglet!
Phoenix:
Um, why don't you get back to your signing? Another two or three people could show up before the store closes...
Larry:
They already put away the book signing table and cleaned everything up! I... I don't have anywhere else to go.
Phoenix:
Gee, Larry... I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time.
Larry:
I told you to quit looking at me like that!
Ellen
Phoenix:
So, have you been to see Ellen?
Larry:
Nah. Edgey told me to stay away. He said things always get complicated whenever I'm around. Can you believe the guy?
Phoenix:
(Actually, I'd tell Larry the exact same thing if I were Edgeworth.)
Larry:
So... How's the investigation coming along?
Phoenix:
We've made some progress, but I don't feel like we've gotten to the heart of things yet.
Larry:
Come on, Nick! You gotta do better than that! Me and Elly's whole future is riding on you!
Phoenix:
I-I don't think I can take on the heavy responsibility of your future, Larry.
Larry:
Whaaat? First, Edgey, and now YOU, Nick? Why does everybody gotta be so mean to me?
Phoenix:
C'mon, Larry! I really don't have time to be standing around shooting the breeze! Why don't you just get back to your book signing, huh?
Larry:
W-Will you come with me, ol' buddy...?
Phoenix:
Not a chance!
Larry:
Ooooooooh...!
Phoenix:
(Enough is enough already, Larry...)
September 22
Wright Anything Agency
Phoenix:
We're back. Anybody here?
Athena:
Oh, hi, Boss!
Phoenix:
Athena? I thought you were with Trucy?
Athena:
Um... I guess you could say that I'm... I-I'm taking a short break! B-But enough about me! What about the investigation! Did you find out anything?
Phoenix:
Well, turns out that the third person Ellen says she saw at the crime scene... ...might have been Sorin Sprocket.
Athena:
What? Really? I always thought he seemed suspicious...
Phoenix:
Thing is, by the time Sorin got to the vista deck... ...the murder had already occurred, apparently.
Athena:
No way! I don't buy that! Not for a second! It's a cover-up! A cover-up, I tell you!
Phoenix:
That's... certainly a possibility. And, as a lawyer, it's certainly a possibility I have to pursue, but...
Athena:
But what? It's your job, right? So pursue the heck out of it! Just do it!
Phoenix:
Yeah, but... ...is that really what's best for Ellen?
Maya:
Sorin could be found guilty if the truth comes out tomorrow... But if we don't pursue this possibility, Ellen could be found guilty instead...
Athena:
Oh, man... Either way, it sure doesn't spell out "happily ever after" for the two of them... So what are you gonna do, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
I can't let an innocent person get convicted. So I guess all I can really do... is pursue the truth. Even if it ends up devastating Ellen...
Athena:
What a tough call to make...
Maya:
S-Still, there's always a chance, right? Maybe something will come up during the trial that will save their marriage!
Phoenix:
I hope so. I really do... ......Well, Maya, let's go.
Maya:
Break the news to Ellen, you mean...?
Phoenix:
Yup.
Athena:
Mr. Wright! Please take me with you! I bet I could help you counsel Ellen through this piece of bad news!
Phoenix:
Athena... I appreciate the offer, but don't you have somewhere else to be?
Athena:
...Do I?
Trucy:
Athena! What are you doing here?! I've been looking all over for you! Come on, now! Let's get back to practicing!
Athena:
N-No... Wait...! My body can't take it anymore! B-Boss, you gotta help me!
Phoenix:
A lawyer always keeps their promises, Athena.
Athena:
B-But, Boooooss...!
Trucy:
If you bail on me one more time, Athena, I'm going to use a real blade on you!
Athena:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Phoenix:
(Sorry, Athena, but somebody's gotta do it... Better you than me, though... Hang in there, kiddo!) Come on, Maya. We'd better get going.
September 22
Detention Center - Visitor's Room
Phoenix:
Hello, Ellen.
Ellen:
How did your investigation go, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Before I answer that, I need to ask you something. Was Sorin with you when Mr. Gloomsbury attacked you in the reception hall?
Ellen:
I, uh...... I'm sorry I kept it from you. I was afraid that he'd come under suspicion if I told you. So I kept quiet about it. I'm really sorry...
Phoenix:
...I see. I thought it was probably something like that. Listen, Ellen... I'm afraid I had to make a very difficult decision based on what I found out...
Ellen:
...What kind of decision?
Phoenix:
This is... very hard for me to say, but... The mysterious person you saw at the scene of the crime... was most likely Sorin.
Ellen:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
In other words, in court tomorrow... ...I'm afraid I'll have to propose the possibility that Sorin is the true culprit.
Ellen:
No... Sorin is innocent... Nooo...
Phoenix:
But don't you see? If I don't try to pursue that line of thought, you'll be found guilty!
Ellen:
No... Nooooo... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Phoenix:
Please, Ellen! Calm down!
Ellen:
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Sorin just can't be found guilty! I'd much rather I be found guilty instead!
Maya:
Ellen! You can't let yourself think like that!
Ellen:
But..! But...! But...! Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Maya:
Marriage is for life, right? Do you really think you can run away from the truth and still be truly happy with him?
Ellen:
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! You're not married, so how can you possibly understand?! Sometimes you've just got to do whatever it takes to make things wooooork!
Maya:
But...! N-Nick, you talk to her...
Phoenix:
H-Hey! Don't just dump this all on me!
Ellen:
Mr. Wright! I'm innocent, and Sorin is, too! So, please...! Prove our innocence in coooourt!
Phoenix:
I... I'll certainly do everything in my power... (I just hope she doesn't lose control like this in court tomorrow...)
To be continued
Nothing to examine during investigation
Phoenix:
Nothing particularly interesting here.
Area already examined
Phoenix:
I've already searched here, but it never hurts to take another look around.
Exit Magatama session
Phoenix:
(I think I'd better take a step back and gather my thoughts a little more...)
Turnabout Time Traveler
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Transcript
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September 23, 8:50 AM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Phoenix:
(So the one thing we found out yesterday is that Sorin was there at the crime scene. I only hope I can get some testimony from him that'll get to the heart of the matter...)
Ellen:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Good morning, Ellen. Look, I'm afraid you might not like the result of today's trial... Nevertheless...
Ellen:
D-Don't tell me you're still thinking of going that route?! Sorin is innocent! He can't be found guilty! Take me instead!
Phoenix:
E-Ellen, please! Try and get a hold of yourself!
Ellen:
I believe in Sorin with all my heart! So how dare you doubt him?!
Maya:
Regardless of which one of them is found guilty today... ...it's going to be devastating for Ellen, isn't it...?
Phoenix:
We'll just have to do everything we can. That's the best we can do, you know...?
Bailiff:
The trial is about to begin, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
All right. Let's go, Maya.
Maya:
Yeah...
September 23, 9:00 AM
District Court - Courtroom No. 6
DAY 2 
Court Is Now In Session
ALL RISE
Judge:
Court is back in session for the trial of Ellen Wyatt.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Judge:
Let's see, now. Where were we?
Edgeworth:
In yesterday's session, we found out about the Sprocket family's conspiracy... ...to cover up the murder of Dumas Gloomsbury with a second reception. Taking advantage of our collective shock, the defense, as usual, made a nonsensical claim. Namely, that there was a third person present who struck the victim.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Hey! Don't try to make it sound like I made it all up! The defendant herself made a statement about the existence of a third person. And further investigation has only proven her statement to be true!
Judge:
Then I presume the defense intends to focus on proving the identity of this "third person"... Is that all right with you, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, Your Honor. In fact, I predict that the defense will, most likely... ...attempt to name Mr. Sorin Sprocket as the true culprit.
Phoenix:
H-How did you...?!
Edgeworth:
The driver during the accident that killed Mr. Sprocket's sister... was the victim. Therefore, Mr. Sprocket had a motive to murder Mr. Gloomsbury. That's what you planned to assert, is it not, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Nngh...! (Am I that transparent?!)
Edgeworth:
Come now, Mr. Wright. Did you really think the police wouldn't uncover this information?
Phoenix:
Congrats on getting it in one, Mr. Edgeworth...
???:
???:
B-But...!
Ellen:
You're wrong! Sorin didn't do it! He's innocent! 
Phoenix:
Ms. Wyatt! Please!
Ellen:
HE'S INNOCENT, I tell you!
Edgeworth:
What is this, Mr. Wright? I thought your claim about the existence of a third person came from the defendant.
Phoenix:
It did... This is just... a minor hiccup...!
Judge:
Hmm... Did you not discuss your strategy for today with the defendant, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Starting off on the wrong foot again is seriously cutting into my life span...)
Edgeworth:
It would appear that the defense is in disarray. Therefore, the best way to clear things up is to ask Mr. Sprocket himself what happened. Your Honor, the prosecution would like to call Sorin Sprocket to the stand.
Phoenix:
What?!
Judge:
Very well. Bailiff, please bring Mr. Sprocket to the witness stand.
Judge:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Sorin:
............ 
Judge:
...Ow! Hmm... There's something written on this paper airplane... Let's see... "Sorin Sprocket, managing director of Sprocket Aviation." Mr. Sprocket, please give your answers in words, not paper airplanes.
Sorin:
............
Edgeworth:
Now, then, Mr. Sprocket. Please tell that doubting lawyer there what really happened at the time of the crime!
Sorin:
............
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Sprocket?!
Sorin:
............
Edgeworth:
Mr. Sprocket!
Sorin:
......All right.
Edgeworth:
Grrrrr...
Sorin:
You want me to talk about what happened when the crime occurred...? In other words... after the first wedding reception... ...when Ellen and I were in the reception hall, right...?
Phoenix:
(Not even the power of the court can stop him from marching to the beat of his own drum...)
Witness Testimony
-- What Sorin Remembers --
Sorin:
I was stabbed by Dumas in the reception hall, and I collapsed to the floor.
The next thing I saw was Ellen and Dumas on the vista deck.
I knew Ellen was in danger, so I headed for the vista deck.
But when I got there, Dumas was already...
I don't want to believe it, but it must've been Ellen. Nothing else makes sense...
Phoenix:
W-Wait just a minute here! You actually think Ms. Wyatt killed the victim...?
Sorin:
...That's right... Dumas was killed... by Ellen.
Phoenix:
Th-This is unbelievable! How can you suspect your bride -- the woman you love?!
Sorin:
............
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
The truth can be cruel. Ms. Wyatt, you must be very upset. Is there anything you wish to say?
Ellen:
...No... I can't believe this... Sorin... I thought that at least you... would believe in me...
Edgeworth:
The best way now to show your love for your groom is to admit your guilt and try to atone.
Ellen:
Sorin...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth! I haven't even cross-examined the witness yet! And quit picking on the clearly distraught!
Maya:
Yeah! That's so not cool, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. A court is where we seek the truth. And the truth is unyielding, even to the truly pitiful.
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth. I find it distasteful to make a lady cry.
Edgeworth:
Nnngrrrrk...! Et tu, Your Honor...?!
Maya:
...So what are you going to do, Nick?
Phoenix:
If the third person Ellen saw on the vista deck was Sorin... ...then we have to prove Sorin was there at the time of the murder. I don't see any obvious inconsistencies in his testimony, but we have to push forward!
Cross Examination
-- What Sorin Remembers --
Sorin:
I was stabbed by Dumas in the reception hall, and I collapsed to the floor.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Please tell me everything you can about when you got stabbed.
Sorin:
After the reception, Ellen and I were enjoying a moment alone in the reception hall. Then Dumas appeared and stabbed me... He grabbed Ellen and the Time Keeper, and left the reception hall.
Phoenix:
Did Mr. Gloomsbury say anything at that time?
Sorin:
...I don't remember. After I was stabbed, I was immobilized by the pain.
Phoenix:
I see.
Sorin:
The next thing I saw was Ellen and Dumas on the vista deck.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The vista deck, huh? But it was nighttime then. Could you really see them in the darkness?
Sorin:
...The moon was out, so I could see them clearly. From the looks of it, Dumas was trying to push Ellen and the Time Keeper off the side.
Edgeworth:
So you saw the defendant... ...about to be thrown off the airship, you say?
Sorin:
...That's right.
Edgeworth:
In such a desperate situation, it would only be natural for her to fight for her life. And the murder weapon was right there within her grasp.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. This isn't going well at all... I've got to do something, fast!)
Sorin:
I knew Ellen was in danger, so I headed for the vista deck.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I understand that your bride was in danger, but... ...were you really able to move with a stab wound to the gut?
Sorin:
...I was desperately trying to push the pain out of my mind.
Phoenix:
I see. So adrenaline kicked in, and gave you strength, is that right? (I don't see much of anything in this statement I can refute...)
Sorin:
That's right. I almost passed out several times as I made my way to the vista deck.
Sorin:
But when I got there, Dumas was already...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Are you absolutely sure, Mr. Sprocket... ...that by the time you got to the vista deck, the murder had already been committed?
Sorin:
...Yes.
Phoenix:
But the vista deck is just on the other side of the glass windows in the reception hall. Shouldn't you have been able to get there right away?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright. Have you investigated nothing? The only way to the vista deck is to go to the hold and take the lift. No matter how much one hurries, it would take at least ten minutes.
Phoenix:
Argh...! (Well, that's unhelpful... But Sorin had to have gotten there before the murder, or my claim won't stand!) Do you have any ideas for me, Maya?
Maya:
Hmm... It's definitely easier to prove that someone did go to the hold than not... I mean, you can't leave anything if you don't go someplace, right?
Phoenix:
("Can't leave anything"...? Wait a minute. I think Maya is onto something here! The lack of a certain something actually proves that Sorin didn't go to the hold!)
Edgeworth:
What's the matter? Are you stumped already?
Phoenix:
No. I'm far from "stumped", Mr. Edgeworth. I know for a fact that Mr. Sprocket didn't go to the hold!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You and your paper-thin bluffs! Mr. Sprocket's bloodstain on the lift proves he went through the hold! So what possible proof could you have that he did not, in fact, go through there?!
Phoenix:
Y-You want proof, you got it! (You can do this, Phoenix! There's gotta be proof that Sorin didn't go through the hold!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
This proves that Mr. Sprocket didn't go through the hold.
Present Hold Entry Record
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"As anyone can see from the hold entry record..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
............?
Edgeworth:
............?
Sorin:
............?
Maya:
............?
Phoenix:
Umm... So, maybe this isn't it...?
Maya:
...Maybe not.
Judge:
...Definitely not.
Phoenix:
Definitely not, it is...! (Argh...! Come on, Phoenix! Get a hold of yourself and try again!)
Leads back to:
"This proves that Mr. Sprocket didn't go through the hold."
Sorin:
I don't want to believe it, but it must've been Ellen. Nothing else makes sense...
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If you didn't make it in time to see the murder itself... ...then who was the third person Ms. Wyatt saw?!
Sorin:
...How should I know? That's just a theory you came up with yourself.
Phoenix:
W-Well...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, you're trying to force the witness into the role of your "third person"... But isn't it possible that the defendant is lying, or that she simply misremembered?! Exactly how trustworthy do you think her memory is?!
Phoenix:
(No matter how much I believe in Ellen... ...her words won't do us any good in court without proof...!)
Sorin:
What makes you think I'm this "third person," anyway?
Judge:
Mr. Wright, can you show proof that the witness was your theoretical "third person"?
I can
Phoenix:
I can! (And I would...! If only I knew what that proof was...)
Judge:
Very well. Then let's see this proof of yours... ...that Mr. Sprocket is the mystery person Ms. Wyatt said she saw.
Phoenix:
This evidence proves that Mr. Sprocket was the third person Ms. Wyatt saw.
Present Lift Bloodstain
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This proves that Mr. Sprocket was the third person!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
That only proves that Mr. Sprocket went to the vista deck... ...and in no way proves he's your mysterious "third person"!
Phoenix:
Argh... I guess you're right...
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Stop fooling around!
Phoenix:
(I guess I can't quite prove who the third person is at this point.)
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Edgeworth:
How on earth does that prove Mr. Sprocket is your "third person"?!
Phoenix:
Huh...? Oh, n-not that! Please ignore that! Forget it ever happened!
Maya:
Come on, Nick. Stop fooling around...
Phoenix:
I can do better. Just give me another chance!
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright, can you show proof that the witness was your theoretical "third person"?"
I can't
Phoenix:
Not at the moment, Your Honor, no.
Sorin:
I suggest you refrain from performing random guesswork in this courtroom.
Phoenix:
Nnrgh... (But the possibility that it was Sorin still exists! I just have to approach it from a different angle.)
Phoenix:
That was some pretty damning testimony...
Maya:
Saying that Ellen must've done it -- I don't believe that for a second!
Phoenix:
I don't believe it either. Let's hope this cross-examination gives us some insight into what actually happened. But first, we'll have to find something to latch onto in his testimony.
Phoenix:
As anyone can see from the hold entry record... ...there's absolutely no mention of Sorin Sprocket entering the hold!
Sorin:
............!
Phoenix:
The defense asserts that Mr. Sprocket used a different route to get to the vista deck!
Edgeworth:
You can assert all you want, Mr. Wright... ...but can you actually prove another route exists?
Phoenix:
Can I prove the existence of another route to the vista deck, you ask?
I can
Leads to:
"I can prove it!"
Not yet
Phoenix:
Well, I... (Now that I really think about it, I guess it's going to be hard to prove... But I can't back down now. The trial will be over if I do! There's only one thing I can do at a time like this...) 
Leads to:
"I can prove it!"
Phoenix:
I can prove it! (Even if it's just a bluff, I have to present something... Anything that could prove the existence of a faster route to the vista deck!)
Judge:
Very well, then, Mr. Wright. Show us how Mr. Sprocket got to the vista deck.
Phoenix:
Mr. Sprocket made for the vista deck through here!
Present escape hatch
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"To save his bride from danger, Mr. Sprocket..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
...Mr. Wright. How could anyone get to the vista deck through there?
Phoenix:
Um... What if he just kinda wiggled his way through here...?
Judge:
I'm afraid that's physically impossible, defense. Now, stop trying to wiggle your way out of a reasonable explanation!
Phoenix:
Sorry, Your Honor. Please let me try again.
Leads back to:
"Mr. Sprocket made for the vista deck through here!"
Phoenix:
To save his bride from danger, Mr. Sprocket... ...opened the escape hatch and made his way along the outside wall to the vista deck! Isn't that right, Mr. Sprocket?
Sorin:
............
Judge:
Hmm... That would certainly be a much faster route to the vista deck...
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
*sigh* I'm disappointed, Mr. Wright. Is that really the best you could muster? That escape hatch is not meant to be used to get from the reception hall to the vista deck! One slip, and that's all it would take for Mr. Sprocket to plunge to his death!
Judge:
I have to agree. The defense's claim is really stretching it.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I understand how it sounds, Your Honor! But, at this point, it's too early to definitively say... ...that he didn't go that way!
Judge:
So that's what you're going with then, I take it?
Phoenix:
O-Of course, Your Honor!
Edgeworth:
This is real life, Mr. Wright. Not some cinematic drivel or comic book! Do you have some sort of logical explanation to share that would convince us of your claim?
Phoenix:
I... I do.
Maya:
Are you sure, Nick?
Phoenix:
Um... kind of? (Actually, I have nothing... So I'll just have to wing it somehow!)
Judge:
On what do you base your theory that Mr. Sprocket made his way along the outside?
Phoenix:
My theory that he was able to go along the outside wall despite the danger is based on...
The power of authority
Phoenix:
...the power of authority. A man of Mr. Sprocket's considerable authority could easily move along that wall! I bet his men had ropes and cushions at the ready in case he fell!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
And these "men" you speak of... Where in the world would they have come from?
Phoenix:
Well, um... They'd pop up at the snap of Mr. Sprocket's fingers...
Judge:
...I have no idea what you're trying to say, Mr. Wright. Were Mr. Sprocket a man of such great power and influence... ...why would he voluntarily put himself in harm's way?
Phoenix:
That's... a very good question, Your Honor.
Judge:
A question you should have asked yourself from the start, Mr. Wright.
Maya:
Men who appear at the snap of your fingers?! The judge might not appreciate it, but I do!
Phoenix:
Th-Thanks, Maya... (I guess she's trying to cheer me up... Okay! I have to get it right this time!)
Leads back to:
"My theory that he was able to go along the outside wall despite the danger is based on..."
The power of love
Leads to:
"To save the bride he loves, the groom risked his life and rushed to her side."
The power of money
Phoenix:
...the power of money. Mr. Sprocket used the clout of currency to move along that wall! After all, you can make anything in this world move with money! Mr. Sprocket's a rich man, so he simply threw his money around to make it happen!
Maya:
That was... kind of a bogus thing to say, Nick.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
I sense you have something against the wealthy.
Edgeworth:
Truly, a remark that reflects the meager state of your soul, and your piggy bank.
Judge:
I don't think money could've helped Mr. Sprocket in this situation. What's more, I suggest you work on enriching your own spirit, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Ngaaah... (Well, I still stand by what I said!)
Leads back to:
"My theory that he was able to go along the outside wall despite the danger is based on..."
Phoenix:
To save the bride he loves, the groom risked his life and rushed to her side. Mr. Sprocket was able to make it to the vista deck despite the danger... ...because of the power of love!
Judge:
The power of love? ............ Hmm... That love is a source of strength that can help one overcome any obstacle... I think I can relate, thanks to my own long, happy marriage.
Phoenix:
(Wow. He actually seems to be buying it!)
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
The "power of love," you say? That kind of illogical argument is hardly viable in a court of law! Wouldn't you agree, Your Honor?
Judge:
I'm afraid not, Mr. Edgeworth. You should never underestimate the power of love. You'll understand one day when you get marri--
Edgeworth:
Which I won't!
Judge:
............
Edgeworth:
Exactly what is so wrong with wishing to remain unwed?!
Phoenix:
(Way to set him off, Your Honor...)
Edgeworth:
Never mind all this unscientific nonsense! Are you aware, Mr. Wright, that at the time of the crime... ...there was a huge propeller turning at full speed between the hatch and the vista deck?! Even if a person were to go outside through the hatch... ...they'd be blown away in an instant!
Phoenix:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Where does your "power of love" get you now, Mr. Wright?
Judge:
A huge spinning propeller, you say? Hmm... In that case, I have to admit it does seem impossible...
Phoenix:
Arngh! (I should've known...)
Maya:
...Nick, you can't make that kind of face in front of your client! The worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles! Right?
Phoenix:
......Right! (I feel like I just saw Mia looking out at me through Maya's eyes!)
Maya:
Wh-What's wrong, Nick? Why are you gaping at me like a giant sunfish?
Phoenix:
Thank you, Maya! You just helped me remember something really important!
Maya:
There it is! There's that fearless smile I was looking for! Now give us a mind-blowing theory, just like you always do!
Phoenix:
(I have to turn my thinking around! Instead of wondering how Sorin could've moved past that huge propeller... ...I have to think about what would've made it possible for him to do so!)
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. Mr. Wright only makes that ridiculous face when his back is pressed against the wall. Therefore, please do hurry and give your ruling before --
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr. Edgeworth. It's still far too early to discount my theory.
Edgeworth:
What are you talking about? The airship's large spinning propellers have already shredded it to pieces!
Phoenix:
B-But if we think a little more outside the box... ...I'm sure we can find a way he could've made it!
Edgeworth:
Stop trying to stall, Mr. Wright! And show us how it could've been even remotely possible -- if at all!
Judge:
I must agree with Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
V-Very well, Your Honor. (There must've been a way! Some way that Sorin could've moved along the wall in spite of the propeller!)
Judge:
Now, then, Mr. Wright. What specifically would've made it possible?
Phoenix:
This is how it would've been possible for Mr. Sprocket to get to the vista deck.
He got to the deck some other way
Phoenix:
Instead of going along the outside wall, the witness got to the vista deck some other way! That's why the propeller is irrelevant to this case!
Edgeworth:
Really, now, Mr. Wright. Because as I recall, you were the one who was arguing... ...that Mr. Sprocket made his way to the vista deck by moving along the outside wall. Why, then, are you now suggesting that he got to the vista deck some other way?
Judge:
I agree. This new argument is a complete about-face.
Phoenix:
Ugh... Yes, well...
Judge:
What we want to know is, what would make it possible to move along the outside wall? So please refrain from changing horses midstream, defense.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor... (I'd better think this through a little better...) Please let me try again!
Leads back to:
"This is how it would've been possible for Mr. Sprocket to get to the vista deck."
The airship wasn't flying
Leads to:
"What allowed Mr. Sprocket to go along the outside wall in spite of the propellers..."
The propellers were broken
Phoenix:
I propose that the propellers were broken... ...and, therefore, weren't turning at the time!
Judge:
Hmm... That does make the theory sound plausible, yes. What do you think, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I haven't heard any report that the propellers were broken at the time. Besides, if the propellers had broken during the flight... ...the airship would've been careening out of control, would it not?
Judge:
That would certainly put a stop to the wedding festivities, wouldn't it...?
Phoenix:
I-I suppose that's true...
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, you will refrain from spouting such groundless claptrap ever again!
Judge:
Well said, Mr. Edgeworth. And Mr. Wright, here's a penalty to help you remember.
Phoenix:
(If only the propellers were stopped for some reason... ...it would've made it possible for Sorin to get to the vista deck...) Your Honor, please let me start over!
Leads back to:
"This is how it would've been possible for Mr. Sprocket to get to the vista deck."
Phoenix:
What allowed Mr. Sprocket to go along the outside wall in spite of the propellers... ...is the location of the Flying Chapel at the time of the crime!
Judge:
The location of the Flying Chapel...? But wasn't it flying high in the sky?
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor, I'm afraid it wasn't.
Judge:
WHAT?! Th-Then where was it?!
Phoenix:
At the time of the murder, the airship wasn't flying through the sky... But moored to the ground!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat?!
Phoenix:
And if the airship wasn't flying, then that means... ...the propellers weren't turning!
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
In which case... ...Mr. Sprocket could have gotten to the vista deck along the outside wall! Isn't that right, Mr. Sprocket?!
Sorin:
...Urk! ......I-I don't remember!
Phoenix:
(Ow... He stabbed himself with his pencil. That's gonna leave a mark.)
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Even if the propellers weren't turning, it would've been far too risky to go that way!
Phoenix:
Ah, but, Mr. Edgeworth, you're forgetting about the power of love.
Judge:
Yes, the amazing power of love...
Edgeworth:
Not this again...! V-Very well. For the sake of argument, let's assume this so-called "power of love"... ...made it possible for Mr. Sprocket to move along the outside wall of the airship. Can you prove that the airship was tied to the ground as you claim, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
Uh, well, I... (I don't have any evidence that proves where the airship was at the time...!)
Edgeworth:
You can prove it, can't you?
Phoenix:
Urgh...! Maya... Can you think of anything we can use to prove it?
Maya:
Hmm... Can't say I can... Oh, wait! Didn't somebody see something outside a window at the time of the crime...? I think I remember someone saying as much...
Phoenix:
(Do I have a piece of evidence that shows what was outside the airship?)
Edgeworth:
Well, what are you waiting for?
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence shows what was outside the airship at the time of the crime!
Present Larry's Drawing
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This piece of evidence shows what was outside the airship at the time of the murder!"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence shows what was outside the airship at the time!
Judge:
I must say, I'm impressed by your acuity, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that, Your Honor?
Judge:
What I mean is, I can't see how that evidence shows what was outside the airship at all. Please present evidence that even us less perceptive individuals can understand.
Phoenix:
(There's no need for such sarcasm, Your Honor... Well, I'll just have to do better this time!)
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence shows what was outside the airship at the time of the crime!"
Phoenix:
This piece of evidence shows what was outside the airship at the time of the murder!
Edgeworth:
What kind of lousy drawing is that?
Phoenix:
It's a drawing made by Larry Butz!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. And what can you prove with that poor attempt at artistry?
Phoenix:
Larry made this drawing before he switched the lanterns. So it must've been right around when the murder was being committed. Now, if I could direct the court's attention here!
Judge:
I-Is that a pterodactyl?! Does that mean... that the airship actually went back in time to the Cretaceous Period...?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
We've already proven that time travel is nothing more than a gimmick, did we not?!
Phoenix:
We did, and I have no intention of bringing up that argument again. But this drawing shows us an important piece of information. It shows us that the airship was actually moored on the ground!
Edgeworth:
...And what makes you so sure?
Phoenix:
That's easy. All you have to do is consider who made this drawing.
Edgeworth:
...Larry.
Phoenix:
That's right. It was Mr. Butz. And we both know what he's like. He must've seen something else and mistaken it for a pterodactyl.
Edgeworth:
I... I can't argue with you there.
Larry:
Larry:
H-Hey! Wait just one doggone second here! What kind of moron do you guys take me for?! I saw it with my own eyes! A pterodactyl flew right by the window, I tell you! I have the sharp eyes of an artist! Don't you believe me?!
Edgeworth:
No.
Larry:
Niiiick...
Phoenix:
Nope.
Larry:
Some friends you guys are! What about the judge? You believe me, r-right, Your Honor?
Judge:
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you need to leave this courtroom. Bailiff, if you would.
Bailiff:
Come on, buddy, let's go!
Larry:
Why doesn't anybody believe meeeeeeeee?!
Phoenix:
(Don't take it personally, Larry... I know you're just being... well, you...)
Judge:
Ahem! Now, then... So you're saying that what Mr. Butz really saw... ...bears some relation to what was outside the airship at the time of the murder?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor! (At least, I think it does...) What this pterodactyl really is will prove the airship was anchored at the mooring dock! (It had better, anyway. If it doesn't, my whole argument is a bust!)
Judge:
If you're that confident about it, then please go ahead and tell us what it really was.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. (Think, Phoenix! What could that pterodactyl have actually been?!)
Present sign
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please take a good look at this sign!"
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
THAT'S what the pterodactyl really was?
Phoenix:
Yes. Don't you see it, Your Honor?
Judge:
No, quite frankly, I don't.
Maya:
Sorry, Nick. I'm afraid I don't see it, either.
Edgeworth:
It's unanimous, then. None of us understand what it is you're driving at, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Nngh...
Judge:
In that case, I assume we're all in agreement regarding the penalty for such a blunder.
Phoenix:
Sorry, everyone... (I'd better take a really good look before I answer again!)
Leads back to:
"(Think, Phoenix! What could that pterodactyl have actually been?!)"
Phoenix:
Please take a good look at this sign!
Judge:
At the sign? Hmm... It appears to have been broken, and then repaired. But what does this sign have to do with the pterodactyl?
Phoenix:
Please focus on this part of the sign.
Judge:
The part that broke off and got reattached? What about it?
Phoenix:
How about if we turn it like this?
Judge:
Oh! Th-That shape! It's the pterodactyl in the drawing!
Phoenix:
What Mr. Butz actually saw was this chunk as it was being blown through the air by wind!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
On the day of the murder, there were some heavy winds in the area of the mooring dock. But it's hard to imagine that this sign would make it up as high as an airship would fly. That means, the Flying Chapel must've been anchored at the mooring dock that night! Isn't that right... Mr. Sprocket?!
Sorin:
Nngh!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
That's more than enough of this "power of love" nonsense, you pop culture junkie. Present all the proof you want, but your argument is based far too much in conjecture. Why don't we return to reality now?
Phenix:
Wh-What do you mean "too much conjecture"?
Edgeworth:
Even if the airship wasn't flying, that alone doesn't prove the witness went along the wall.
Judge:
True... Even now, it's no more than a possibility.
Phoenix:
Then how do YOU propose Mr. Sprocket got to the vista deck, Mr. Edgeworth?!
Edgeworth:
I noticed something as I went over the evidence. Please take a look at this hold entry record.
Phoenix:
What about it? I don't see Mr. Sprocket listed on here anywhere!
Edgeworth:
Don't you remember? In yesterday's session, we had a very similar kind of argument.
Phoenix:
Did we...?
Edgeworth:
Honestly, Mr. Wright. Are you going senile already? We talked about Larry Butz using the defendant's key card to enter the hold.
Phoenix:
Oh... We did talk about that, didn't we...?
Edgeworth:
In other words, even if a person's name isn't on the entry record... ...it's still possible for that person to have entered by using someone else's card!
Phoenix:
A-AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Sprocket. You entered the hold with Mr. Nichody, didn't you?
Sorin:
.......... ............I did.
Phoenix:
What?! Why didn't you tell us that in the first place?!
Sorin:
P-Pierce is indispensable. I didn't want to mention him unnecessarily, and risk having him wrongly accused. ...I couldn't do without him.
Judge:
Mr. Sprocket, I ask that you testify in greater detail about your movements that night.
Witness Testimony
--The Truth--
Sorin:
The truth is, I went to the vista deck with Pierce.
That's why my name doesn't appear on the hold entry record.
I was badly injured from being stabbed, but I was frantic.
By the time we reached the scene, it was all over.
Phoenix:
(Well, this doesn't help me one bit...)
Edgeworth:
Mr. Sprocket, you've concealed information from us time and time again. Who do you think you are, treating this court of law with such irreverence?!
Sorin:
............!
Edgeworth:
...That being said, I do appreciate the testimony you gave just now.
Sorin:
............
Edgeworth:
Thanks to you, we now know why your name doesn't appear on the entry record. Now there are no more inconsistencies in the witness's testimony!
Phoenix:
Arngh...!
Maya:
That's Mr. Edgeworth for you! He never leaves a loose end dangling! You okay, Nick?
Phoenix:
I wouldn't exactly call this situation "okay"... Somehow I'll have to coax the information we need for an opening out of him. (If I even can, that is...)
Cross Examination
--The Truth--
Sorin:
The truth is, I went to the vista deck with Pierce.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You didn't mention this because you didn't want Mr. Nichody to fall under suspicion? Is that because he has something to hide?
Sorin:
I just didn't want the police to take up his time with all their questions, that's all. Neither the company nor the household would function smoothly without him.
Phoenix:
I see. (Wow. It sounds like Pierce is absolutely indispensible [sic] to the Sprockets.) Anyway, getting back to your statement... When did you meet up with Mr. Nichody?
Sorin:
We met up on my way to the vista deck. I think Pierce and some of my relatives were on another floor... But Pierce heard the commotion, and came running to my aide.
Phoenix:
(He could hear the pandemonium all the way from another floor...?)
Before adding statement
Judge:
Mr. Wright, would you like the current statement added to the witness's testimony?
Have it added
Phoenix:
Yes, please, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well.
Add statement:
"Pierce heard the commotion, and he came running."
Leave it out
Phoenix:
No, thank you, Your Honor.
Judge:
I see. Very well.
Sorin:
Pierce heard the commotion, and he came running.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Did Mr. Nichody come alone? 
Sorin:
...I believe some of his subordinates were with him, but... ...I don't remember exactly how many.
Phoenix:
(He may say there were others, but seeing how they pulled that "second reception" off... ...I can't completely trust anything he has to say, either...) I see. So you, Mr. Nichody, and a few others headed to the vista deck, is that right?
Sorin:
......That's right.
Sorin:
That's why my name doesn't appear on the hold entry record.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your name doesn't appear on the hold entry record... ...because you entered with Mr. Nichody using his key card?
Sorin:
......That's right.
Phoenix:
(So I guess the hold entry record doesn't matter as much as we thought. But now that Sorin's saying he was with Pierce and a few others... ...it's pretty tough to refute that statement.)
Edgeworth:
What's the matter, Mr. Wright? Cat got your tongue? Did you finally realize there's no point in continuing this trial any longer?
Phoenix:
O-Of course not! (Grr... I'll wipe that smug look off your face!) Mr. Sprocket, please continue with your testimony!
Sorin:
I was badly injured from being stabbed, but I was frantic.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Speaking of your injury, how are you doing now?
Sorin:
The knife wound is deep, and continues to throb with pain. Fortunately, my internal organs were spared... ...but one wrong move would've spelled the end for me there.
Phoenix:
Even so, I've seen you up and about all over the place since the incident.
Sorin:
I'm only following my doctor's orders to perform some daily light exercises.
Before adding statement
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Would you like Mr. Sprocket's statement about his condition added to his testimony? ...Not that it appears especially relevant to me...
Phoenix:
Should I have him add it to his testimony...?
Have it added
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. I'd like to have it added to his testimony.
Judge:
...I see. Very well.
Add statement: 
"The knife wound is quite deep, and continues to throb with pain."
Leave it out
Phoenix:
That's all right, Your Honor. I think we should leave it out.
Judge:
Very well. I understand.
Sorin:
The knife wound is quite deep, and continues to throb with pain.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your injury was really that deep?
Sorin:
...Luckily, it missed my internal organs. Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive right now.
Edgeworth:
According to his doctor, his injury will take about three weeks to heal. There's no way someone with that kind of injury could have gone along the outside wall.
Phoenix:
Ngh... B-But he might've been able to with the burst of adrenaline brought on by the pain!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Adrenaline, adrenaline. Is that your answer for everything? In a court of law, the only thing that matters is evidence -- not rampant speculation!
Phoenix:
At least admit it's scientific rampant speculation...
Sorin:
......May I continue?
Phoenix:
...Yes, of course.
Present Candelabra
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr. Sprocket, you just said your injury is a knife wound, didn't you?"
Sorin:
By the time we reached the scene, it was all over.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you still insist that you reached the vista deck after the murder had occurred... Is that correct?
Sorin:
Yes, that's right. Ellen must've killed him. There's no other explanation...
Maya:
I guess whether Pierce was with Sorin or not doesn't change the outcome...
Phoenix:
I guess not... In fact, more witnesses actually makes it worse for us...
Phoenix:
So another cover-up, huh?
Maya:
That Sorin has too many secrets! I bet he's still hiding other things, too!
Phoenix:
That's definitely a possibility. But in a situation like this, what we have to do is go back to the basics.
Maya:
You mean go over the testimony and check for any lies or inconsistencies?
Phoenix:
You got it.
Maya:
All right, Nick. Let's go for it!
Phoenix:
Mr. Sprocket, you just said your injury is a knife wound, didn't you?
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
But the weapon you were stabbed with was this candelabra! A fact I know you're quite aware of.
Nichody:
...Very well. This is what I heard directly from Master Sorin himself. As you surmised, Master Sorin was stabbed by Gloomsbury on the day of the murder. It happened after the first wedding reception. The happy couple was in the reception hall when, suddenly, Gloomsbury appeared... He attacked Miss Ellen and tried to take her away. Master Sorin went to stop him, and found himself in a struggle with Gloomsbury. That is when Master Sorin was stabbed with the candelabra, he said.
Sorin:
Unnngh!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
It must've been a simple memory slip that made him misspeak. It happens to everyone. It has nothing to do with the case. You must be pretty desperate to point out something so minute.
Phoenix:
Grr!
Judge:
I have to agree, Mr. Wright. You hardly need to make such a big deal over such a small mistake.
Phoenix:
But I contend that it's an important inconsistency! (Besides, I couldn't find anything else. This is the only thing I have to go after!)
Edgeworth:
And I say it's NOT important. Now, let's not waste any more time on this matter.
Judge:
I agree. Everybody has a little memory lapse every now and then.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
B-But, Your Honor! Please let me explain!
Judge:
But can you? Can you really explain to this court what makes this slip so important?
Phoenix:
Yes, I can, Your Honor! (After all, it was Sorin himself who told Pierce that he had been stabbed by a candelabra. This is more than a simple "memory slip." There has to be some kind of reason for it.)
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Wright? Please explain why the witness's slip of the tongue is so important.
Phoenix:
The point to focus on here is WHY the witness would mistake the weapon used to stab him. (Think carefully, Phoenix. This could very well change the course of the trial.)
Judge:
I see. So why did the witness make that mistake, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Mr. Sprocket identified the wrong weapon used against him because...
He misspoke
Phoenix:
... he simply misspoke!
Edgeworth:
...Exactly. That's what I've been saying all along. It doesn't matter in the least that he named the wrong weapon.
Phoenix:
...Ack! Wait! I-I didn't mean to say he misspoke!
Judge:
It looks like you're the one who misspoke, Mr. Wright. And make no mistake, this penalty is quite intentional.
Phoenix:
(What happened to letting small slips-of-the-tongue slide...?)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Sprocket identified the wrong weapon used against him because..."
He's covering for someone
Phoenix:
...Mr. Sprocket is trying to cover for someone!
Judge:
He is? Hmm... And who might that be?
Phoenix:
Uh, well... Mr. Gloomsbury, maybe...?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Why would Mr. Sprocket try to cover for the man who stabbed him?! And regardless the weapon, the fact remains that Mr. Gloomsbury stabbed the witness!
Judge:
Exactly, Mr. Edgeworth.
Maya:
Yeah... Sorry, Nick, but I have to agree...
Phoenix:
Ugh... I guess that makes sense...
Judge:
Too bad there's no one to cover for you, Mr. Wright. You'll have to accept this penalty all by your lonesome.
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't mind having someone to cover for me every once in a while... Oh, well. I can't lose heart now! I've gotta just keep on trying!)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Sprocket identified the wrong weapon used against him because..."
He has no memory of it
Leads to:
"...he doesn't remember the incident, let alone the weapon used against him!"
Phoenix:
...he doesn't remember the incident, let alone the weapon used against him! Not only that... ...but I believe Mr. Sprocket has some sort of memory disorder! Therefore, the defense contends that Mr. Sprocket's testimony thus far is invalid!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Just because you can't find a flaw in his testimony, you want to throw it all out?! Your baseless claim is nothing but pure slander of the witness's character!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Edgeworth is correct, Mr. Wright. Can you explain your grounds for making this claim?
Phoenix:
...Of course, Your Honor. (Think of what Sorin has said, how he's behaved. That's where I'll find a clue...)
Judge:
Very well. Let's hear your argument, then.
Phoenix:
My grounds for claiming that Mr. Sprocket has a memory disorder is...
His taciturn personality
Phoenix:
... his taciturn personality! He may seem standoffish, but in reality... ...he's desperately trying to memorize everything that's happening!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
So anyone who is quiet and standoffish can be accused of having a memory disorder? Do the guard at the detention center, or the bailiff here have memory disorders, too?!
Phoenix:
N-No...
Judge:
Those grounds are nowhere near sufficient to make such a claim, Mr. Wright. Perhaps you should take a cue from the witness, and speak less frequently instead.
Phoenix:
(I have to come up with a more convincing argument...!)
Leads back to:
"My grounds for claiming that Mr. Sprocket has a memory disorder is..."
His notebook
Leads to:
"...the notebook he always has with him."
His airplane pen
Phoenix:
...that airplane pen he always uses. The truth is it's an external memory device!
Judge:
I-It's a what?! What makes you say that?!
Phoenix:
I-I mean, it transforms into an airplane and stuff... ...so I thought it wouldn't be a stretch for an inventor like him to make a memory bank.
Judge:
Hmm... That theory is simply amazing... Amazingly sloppy! I suggest you invent yourself some better ideas, defense!
Phoenix:
...I guess the idea of an external memory device is pretty half-baked. (I'd better think it over again... And this time, I'll put a little more thought into it!)
Leads back to:
"My grounds for claiming that Mr. Sprocket has a memory disorder is..."
Phoenix:
...the notebook he always has with him. I saw daily events and information about the people around him recorded in it.
Judge:
Like a diary, perhaps?
Phoenix:
No, Your Honor. It's much too detailed to be an ordinary diary. It's more on the order of a database, actually.
Judge:
A database, you say?
Phoenix:
That's right. For some reason, Mr. Sprocket is apparently unable to retain memories. That's why he writes every little detail of his life down in his notebook!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
How could you possibly know that for sure?! He might just be an extremely compulsive person!
Phoenix:
I thought so, too, myself... at first. To be honest, we accidentally got a stain on that notebook yesterday...
Maya:
You mean, YOU got a stain on it!
Phoenix:
Hey! YOU'RE the one who tried to grab it out of my--!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Never mind whose fault it was! Just get to the point already!
Phoenix:
R-Right... Sorry... Mr. Sprocket.
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
The page Ms. Fey got a stain on yesterday... That's the page with the details of your stabbing on it, isn't it?
Sorin:
N-No! I only write in this notebook because I'm very compulsive! Now, drop the subject already!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I'm not convinced. I noticed an odd fact about your notebook, Mr. Sprocket.
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
On the earlier pages, you used it to write down invention ideas. But after a certain date, you started writing down a lot more, and in much more detail.
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
I believe your memory disorder... ...stems from what happened on that date!
Judge:
Something so monumental, it caused a memory disorder, Mr. Wright...?
Sorin:
...You don't know what you're talking about!
Phoenix:
Sorry, but I DO know what I'm talking about... And this is the proof. This is the thing that caused Mr. Sprocket's memory disorder.
Present Newspaper Article
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"You were involved in this car accident, too, weren't you, Mr. Sprocket?"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the cause of Mr. Sprocket's memory disorder!
Judge:
...That? And how would something like that affect a person's memory?
Phoenix:
Well... what if one were to knock their head against it a few times...?
Judge:
I see. And would you care to demonstrate that theory for us personally?
Phoenix:
N-No, thanks, Your Honor. I think I'll pass.
Judge:
Well then, I hope this knocks some sense into you instead.
Phoenix:
(I'd better take another good look at the evidence...)
Leads back to:
"This is the thing that caused Mr. Sprocket's memory disorder."
Phoenix:
You were involved in this car accident, too, weren't you, Mr. Sprocket? And the shock of losing your beloved older sister... ...is what caused you to develop your memory disorder.
Edgeworth:
...Is this true, Mr. Sprocket?
Sorin:
............
Judge:
Well? Is it?
Sorin:
............ N-Nnrgh...
Phoenix:
Mr. Sprocket!
Sorin:
Uuughhh...... I-It's true. That accident did something to my mind...
Edgeworth:
Wh-What...?
Sorin:
Ever since that day, every time I go to sleep, I lose my memories... And when I wake up, the most recent thing I can remember is the day I lost my sister. It's as if I'm constantly going back in time.
Judge:
What...?! Th-That's... truly tragic...
Edgeworth:
An inconsolable time traveler who goes back in time whenever he goes to sleep...
Sorin:
Besides... time travelers do exist, you know. But you wouldn't understand.
Phoenix:
(So that's what Sorin meant... He was talking about himself...)
Sorin:
The reactions of the people around me each time I awoke made me aware of my condition. That's why I decided to write everything down in my notebook... So I could move forward.
Phoenix:
So the only memories you have since that day are the ones written in that notebook?
Sorin:
...That's right.
Phoenix:
And since the page about your stabbing got stained, you couldn't read from it, could you?
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
There's just one more thing I'd like you to clarify for me, Mr. Sprocket. Exactly what are your feelings toward the victim?
Judge:
Mr. Sprocket's feelings toward Dumas Gloomsbury?
Phoenix:
That's right, Your Honor. The witness said that every time he wakes up from sleep... ...his mind goes back to the day his sister died.
Edgeworth:
...M-Mr. Wright! Y-You can't mean...!
Phoenix:
Mr. Sprocket!
Sorin:
............
Phoenix:
Your pent-up feelings of anger and resentment towards Mr. Gloomsbury for the accident... ...were renewed each and every time you woke, were they not?
Sorin:
............Ngh.
Phoenix:
But you couldn't take it anymore, so you turned to murder! Isn't that right?!
Judge:
Wh-What?! Mr. Wright, are you saying that the witness murdered Mr. Gloomsbury... ...for revenge?!
Edgeworth:
...Urgh!
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Sprocket?
Sorin:
...........I-I...
???:
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Wyatt!
Ellen:
............ Y-Your Honor... I did it... I killed Mr. Gloomsbury!
Phoenix:
NO--!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Wyatt! What are you trying to do?!
Ellen:
D-Don't tell me you're still thinking of going that route?! Sorin is innocent! He can't be found guilty! Take me instead!
Phoenix:
E-Ellen, please! Try and get a hold of yourself!
Phoenix:
(I guess she really meant it...)
Ellen:
My Sorin didn't do anything wrong! I'm the one who should be convicted! 
Judge:
Are we to understand that you're confessing your guilt?
Phoenix:
(No, no, NO!) Now, wait just a minute here--
Sorin:
Sorin:
E-Ellen... Why would you cover for me...? After I testified that I thought you must've killed him...?
Ellen:
I'll admit... I couldn't believe my ears at first... But... all I want is for you to be happy. Your happiness... is my happiness, Sorin.
Sorin:
But without my notebook... ...I'd even forget those feelings of yours by tomorrow. Knowing that, do you still feel this way?
Judge:
............
Ellen:
You've loved me all this time... ...the same way you did before the accident. That's how I know... ...that you're the same person I've always loved. No disorder can change that!
Sorin:
......Ellen... ......Your Honor, there are two things I'd like to correct.
Judge:
Two corrections? What are they?
Sorin:
First of all, I want to withdraw one of my statements. 
Sorin:
...That's right... Dumas was killed... by Ellen.
Sorin:
Without memories to rely on... ...I took the police completely at their word.
Edgeworth:
You can't be serious...!
Maya:
So that means... ...Sorin never really doubted Ellen in the first place, did he, Nick!
Phoenix:
(Ellen really does love Sorin with all her heart... But, in order to save her... ...I'll still have to go after Sorin. I hope you can forgive me, Ellen!)
Judge:
And what is your other correction, Mr. Sprocket?
Sorin:
............ The truth is, I never felt anger or resentment towards Dumas about my sister.
Phoenix:
What? Why not?!
Sorin:
That's because...... the one who caused the car accident... ...was me.
Phoenix:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Order! Order in the court! Please continue, Mr. Sprocket.
Sorin:
I'm the one who killed my sister... To protect my career and my future, my father made Dumas take the blame... ...in exchange for money and the position of lead servant.
Newspaper Article updated in the Court Record.
Sorin:
So you see, Dumas must've held a grudge against me, not the other way around. And he must've attacked Ellen... to get his revenge on me...!
Phoenix:
Are you sure about all of this, Mr. Sprocket?
Sorin:
Very sure. It's all been written down in detail in my notebook.
Judge:
That notebook is important evidence supplying background to this case. I must insist you submit it as evidence.
Sorin's Notebook added to the Court Record.
Sorin:
The lawyer said I had "turned to murder," but that's just not true. However, it is true that... ...my older sister and Dumas are both dead because of me and my negligence.
Judge:
I just glanced through Mr. Sprocket's notebook. I wasn't able to read the part about when he was stabbed due to the bloodstain... ...but what's written here about his sister's car accident is exactly as he stated.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. As long as it matches what's written in that notebook... ...can we still take the witness's testimony as valid, in spite of his memory disorder?
Judge:
...Yes, I believe we can.
Edgeworth:
I understand now that the witness's memory is in disarray. But if what Mr. Sprocket himself wrote in this notebook is true...
Sorin:
............
Edgeworth:
Then that means, by the time Mr. Sprocket's party reached the scene... ...the victim had already been killed.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth's right. I'm still in the same bind as before... But should I really simply accept the contents of the notebook... ...as a substitute for Sorin's memory?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? What do you think? Will you accept Mr. Sprocket's notebook as an official representation of his memories?
Phoenix:
Will I accept Mr. Sprocket's notebook as an official representation of his memories...?
Yes
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I can accept Mr. Sprocket's notebook as...
Maya:
Nick! Are you sure about that?!
Phoenix:
Um, not really. I mean, I already don't like where this is going... Your Honor! The defense requests a timeout!
Judge:
There are no "timeouts" in a court of law! Give me your answer, and no dawdling!
Phoenix:
(This is an important point. I need to be careful in how I answer!)
Leads back to:
"Will I accept Mr. Sprocket's notebook as an official representation of his memories...?"
No
Leads to:
"Wait a minute, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
Wait a minute, Your Honor! The defense requests a chance to examine the notebook to see if it's trustworthy!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. But be quick about it.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Your Honor.
Maya:
So, how should we examine it?
Phoenix:
Well, we should look at it from all different angles to see if there's anything suspicious.
Examine evidence
Phoenix:
There's no point if I don't look at what's inside. I have to open it. With your permission, Sorin... here I go! Yikes! Oh, it's just the page Maya got all stained. But I guess it's not going to be very helpful at this moment. I'll keep going. This is the last page where there's writing. Hmm... Something about this page doesn't sit right with me... I'd better take a closer look.
Cover
Phoenix:
Nothing special about the cover...
Left page
Phoenix:
There are some mathematical formulas written here. It looks like he was calculating something to do with distance and time...? But I wouldn't know if this had anything to do with the case...
Right page
Phoenix:
This page is blank.
Torn fragment
Phoenix:
Huh? A page has been torn out. And it looks like there was something written on it!
Leads to:
"It looks like a page has been torn out here."
Phoenix:
It looks like a page has been torn out here. Mr. Sprocket, do you know what was written on it?
Sorin:
Oh, that? I often tear out a page when I write somebody a note. I probably wrote something down for somebody, tore it out and gave it to them.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah...!
Edgeworth:
That solves that, then.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Wait a minute! We can't ignore the possibility that something important was written on that page!
Judge:
But now that the page has been torn out... ...how can we determine what was written there?
Phoenix:
W-Well... Let's see. To find out what was written in the notebook, we should...
Hold it up to the light
Phoenix:
I know! We should hold the notebook up to the light! Hrngh... I don't see a thing.
Judge:
What are you flailing about over there for, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
N-No, just a minute, Your Honor... I just need a little more time to...
JUdge:
Mr. Wright, this court does not accept answers in the form of pantomime.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I think the judge misinterpreted my movements...)
Leads back to:
"Let's see. To find out what was written in the notebook, we should..."
Heat it with a lighter
Phoenix:
I know! We should heat the notebook with a lighter! Maybe the heat will reveal what was written! Your Honor, do you have a lighter I could borrow?
Judge:
A lighter? And what exactly are you planning to do with one?
Phoenix:
I want to heat this notebook up over an open flame.
Judge:
Do you have any reason to believe there's something to be gained by doing that?
Phoenix:
Well... it's just a hunch, Your Honor, but...
Judge:
I won't let you take a lighter to evidence over some simple hunch! Have some sense, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(The judge is right. Setting the notebook on fire would be a disaster. I'd better look at this more logically, like he said...)
Leads back to:
"Let's see. To find out what was written in the notebook, we should..."
Use fingerprint powder
Leads to:
"If we use fingerprint powder on the notebook, we might be able to see what was written!"
Phoenix:
If we use fingerprint powder on the notebook, we might be able to see what was written!
Judge:
Fingerprint powder? How would that help us find out what was written there?
Phoenix:
Well, if the writing left indentations on the blank page behind it... ...fingerprint powder could make those small indentations visible to the naked eye.
Edgeworth:
Oh, stop. Fingerprint powder would only sully the notebook further.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, if you use the powder and still don't find anything... ...then you must accept the notebook as a representation of the witness's memories.
Phoenix:
All right, Your Honor. I understand. (If I don't find anything, it's all over anyway... Powder, don't fail me now!) I will now use fingerprint powder on the blank page... ...to find out if we can see what was written on the torn-out page. (First, I touch a spot to dust it with fingerprint powder. When I've dusted on enough powder, I blow into the mic... ...to blow the excess powder away. If something should appear... ...I should touch "Analyze" (L)... ...point to what came up, then touch "Confirm" (X).)
Examine writing
Leads to:
"It says, "I struck and killed Dumas"..."
Examine partial writing
Phoenix:
It looks like I didn't get quite enough fingerprint powder on the page. I guess I'd better dust on a little more.
Examine anywhere else
Phoenix:
Hmm... I'm not seeing anything... I'd better make sure I've got the right spot...
Phoenix:
It says, "I struck and killed Dumas"... (Th-This is huge...!) "I struck and killed Dumas..." That's what was written on the torn-out page!
Judge:
WH-WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Edgeworth:
I-It can't be...!
Ellen:
Ellen:
I-I don't believe it! There has to be some kind of mistake! Sorin would never... COULD never...!
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Wyatt!
Judge:
Bailiff, please get the defendant to the infirmary at once!
Judge:
Apparently, the defendant got too worked up. She's resting in the infirmary as we speak. Now then, please continue, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor... This notebook is all Mr. Sprocket has to remember things by. With this critical page torn out... ...not even Mr. Sprocket himself knew the truth of what he'd done.
Sorin:
...I'm the one... who killed Dumas...? So it wasn't Ellen... Oh, thank goodness...
Phoenix:
Mr. Sprocket, does this mean you were at the crime scene during the murder after all?
Sorin:
...I guess I must have been.
Sorin's Notebook updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
But, Mr. Sprocket... ...can we really believe what's written in this notebook?
Sorin:
Nobody touches this notebook but me. And when I sleep, it's under lock and key. I don't remember writing that I killed Dumas, but I guess I must have...
Judge:
W-Well! Now that we have a confession... ...I'm afraid I must render my verdict.
Edgeworth:
Of all the...!
Sorin:
Yes, Your Honor. Please give your ruling now, while Ellen is asleep. I want the woman I love to be set free as soon as possible.
Maya:
Sorin really does love Ellen after all, doesn't he...
Phoenix:
Yeah... (So this is how it ends... But is that how it really went down? Is there really no way for them both to be happy...?)
Judge:
Hmm... I know we should consider anything written in the notebook to be the truth, but still...
Sorin:
I myself wrote of the crime in my notebook. No further proof is necessary.
Phoenix:
(Sorin himself wrote it in his notebook...? Wait a minute...)
Judge:
Hmm... Very well... I will now give my verdict.
Phoenix:
(Ellen is about to be found not guilty, and Sorin will be convicted for the crime instead. And yet... Am I really ready for the judge to give his ruling?)
Yes
Phoenix:
(If the judge declares his verdict now, Ellen will be found not guilty. As her defense lawyer, that's my job: to prove her innocence. Still... will this verdict really make Ellen happy?)
Leads to:
"(No... Not when there's still one more avenue left to explore...!)"
No
Leads to:
"(No... Not when there's still one more avenue left to explore...!)"
Phoenix:
(No... Not when there's still one more avenue left to explore...!)
Judge:
This court finds the defendant, Ellen Wyatt...
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, there's still something that bothers me about that notebook!
Judge:
Oh, is there?
Edgeworth:
What are you doing, Mr. Wright?! All you have to do is keep quiet, and your client's a free woman!
Phoenix:
I know... but I think there might be more to this case than meets the eye. (I'm not quite sure yet... but I think there still might be a way... ...a way for Ellen and Sorin to be happy!)
Judge:
What do you mean by, "more than meets the eye," Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I believe the question here, Your Honor, should be... ...why was the incriminating page torn out in the first place?
Judge:
Why, to destroy the evidence, I would imagine.
Phoenix:
But removing it from the notebook is the same as removing it from Mr. Sprocket's memory. Which means he wouldn't have been able to trick the police if he came under suspicion. No. If he wanted to cover up his crime, he would have to remember that he had done it.
Edgeworth:
Just what are you getting at with this line of inquiry, Mr. Wright?!
Judge:
Yes, please explain it so that we can all understand.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. The page was torn out of the notebook because...
He wanted to forget what happened
Phoenix:
...Mr. Sprocket wanted to forget all about this incident!
Judge:
Are you claiming that Mr. Sprocket tore out the page himself?
Phoenix:
That's right, Your Honor.
Judge:
But you just said a moment ago that Mr. Sprocket wouldn't do that! To your inconsistent claims, I say, "Objection!"
Phoenix:
(I didn't expect one of those from the judge... I can't have a contradiction between my own claims! I'd better be more careful...)
Leads back to:
"The page was torn out of the notebook because..."
It was torn out by accident
Phoenix:
The page must've been torn out by accident.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright. Earlier, both you and Mr. Sprocket were talking about how important the notebook is. Therefore, do you really think Mr. Sprocket would allow it to fall so easily to such abuse?
Phoenix:
N-No. I'm sure it was very well taken care of...
Edgeworth:
Then it's not very likely a page would get torn by chance, now is it?!
Phoenix:
N-No, not very likely at all...
Judge:
This is what happens when you try to abuse the system, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Argh...! I'd better be more careful with my answers...)
Leads back to:
"The page was torn out of the notebook because..."
Somebody else tore it out
Leads to:
"The incriminating page..."
Phoenix:
The incriminating page... ...was torn out by somebody else!
Judge:
Wh-What?! Order! Order! Are you claiming a third person interfered with the notebook?
Phoenix:
It's not all that surprising if you consider what's happened up until now. After both the car accident, and the murder of Dumas Gloomsbury... ...there was always a cover-up not far behind!
Sorin:
Sorin:
B-But... I had my notebook with me at all times!
Phoenix:
Did you? Because I remember you were in a panic yesterday because you couldn't find it!
Sorin:
Th-That's true...!
Judge:
So who orchestrated this particular cover-up, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
If we think back over the course of the trial, it's pretty easy to guess. (The one who may have tried to tamper with Sorin's memories is...)
Present Pierce Nichody profile
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The one who tampered with the notebook in order to manipulate Mr. Sprocket's memory..."
Present anyone else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This person might have tampered with Mr. Sprocket's memories!
Judge:
That person?! Really?!
Phoenix:
I believe so, Your Honor, but I might also be wrong!
Judge:
That isn't the kind of line you should deliver with such confidence, Mr. Wright! Claim returned to sender!
Phoenix:
Rejection received, Your Honor... (Okay, slow down... Time to collect my thoughts!)
Leads back to:
"(The one who may have tried to tamper with Sorin's memories is...)"
Phoenix:
The one who tampered with the notebook in order to manipulate Mr. Sprocket's memory... ...is Pierce Nichody!
Sorin:
Pierce...? Pierce tried to tamper with my memories...? Pierce was... manipulating me?
Phoenix:
Case in point: the two receptions that were held to cover up the murder. It was Mr. Nichody who directed the guests and orchestrated the entire scheme.
Sorin:
N-No... It can't be... Which of my memories are mine, and which have been rewritten...? When did he start rewriting my memories...?! Who wrote this?! And this?! And this?! And this?! And this?! And this?! And this?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Phoenix:
H-H-He literally took off!
Edgeworth:
AAAGH!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Maya:
...Look, Nick! He's coming back down!
Sorin:
My... memories... Ellen...
Phoenix:
Mr. Sprocket!
Judge:
Bailiff! Please get Mr. Sprocket to the infirmary! On the double!
Judge:
Mr. Sprocket has been taken to the infirmary. We don't have to worry about him running away, so let us resume where we left off.
Phoenix:
Your Honor. The defense would like to call Pierce Nichody to the stand.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
We already know he carried out the cover-up to protect the company and Mr. Sprocket. What more do you want from him?
Phoenix:
This time it's different. The notebook... or, rather, Mr. Sprocket's memories, have been tampered with. That means the only person who knows the whole truth... is now Mr. Nichody.
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me... Are you actually trying to drum up a third suspect... ...in order to exonerate the defendant and her groom?!
Phoenix:
I'm not drumming up anything, nor do I have grounds to accuse him of anything... yet. All I know is that Mr. Nichody is the only one who knows the truth! (And I think he's still hiding something! Something we don't know about yet!)
Edgeworth:
Hmph. No grounds "yet," is it?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth? Does the prosecution consent to calling the witness to the stand?
Edgeworth:
It does, Your Honor. ...However, I would like a little time to talk with the witness before we do.
Judge:
Very well. We will break for a twenty-minute recess.
To Be Continued
September 23
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Phoenix:
(Now we'll have to face Pierce on the stand... I'm not sure if I should be surprised or not. One thing's for sure... He won't be an easy adversary.)
Maya:
So... do you think Pierce did it?
Phoenix:
It's too early to say anything at this point. But I do think he's still hiding something.
Larry:
NIIIIIICK! Why didn't you pin everything on Sorin Loser back there?!
Phoenix:
(Looks like Larry still hasn't given up on Ellen...)
Larry:
If this Pierce guy is the real bad guy... ...then Sorin and my Elly will live happily ever after together!
Phoenix:
Larry... that's not the kind of thing a decent human being says...
Maya:
Shame on you, Larry!
Larry:
Oh, booo-hoooo! Y-You think I don't know?! I know I have to give up on my Elly... But, Nick...! Promise you'll make her happy! She deserves a "happily ever after"!
Phoenix:
(Uh, I'm sure Sorin will make her happy, once all of this is said and done...)
Bailiff:
The trial is about to resume, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
All right. You ready, Maya?
Maya:
Yup! Let's go!
Larry:
I'll be rooting for you, Nick!
September 23
District Court - Courtroom No. 6
Judge:
This court is now back in session. ......Witness, please take the stand.
Judge:
Please state your name and occupation.
Nichody:
My name is Pierce Nichody. I am the Sprocket family butler.
Phoenix:
Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Nichody. Someone tore out a page from Mr. Sprocket's notebook to manipulate his memories. And that person was you... wasn't it?
Nichody:
......That is correct. What about it?
Phoenix:
(Well, that was easy!) So why did you do it?! Why did you tamper with Mr. Sprocket's notebook?!
Nichody:
Please allow me to explain. It pains me to do this, but I will tell you the truth.
Phoenix:
It pains you...?
Nichody:
...That is correct. For my testimony will go against Master Sorin's wishes.
Phoenix:
(Sorin's wishes? What is he talking about?)
Witness Testimony
-- Why I Tore Out the Page --
Nichody:
I rushed to the vista deck, but the crime had already been committed.
I saw Miss Ellen and Gloomsbury collapsed, and Master Sorin writing in his notebook.
Master Sorin said to me, "I'll take the blame for the murder, so please take care of Ellen."
But I went against his order. I tore the page out of his notebook, and hid the body.
Phoenix:
Wait a second...! What Mr. Sprocket was writing in his notebook at the time -- could it be...? (It was meant to be a confession -- an admission he'd killed Gloomsbury himself!) He wrote that message to take the blame for Ms. Wyatt?!
Nichody:
That is correct. Master Sorin did hit Gloomsbury with the Time Keeper to save Miss Ellen...
Phoenix:
Then Mr. Sprocket was the culprit after all!
Nichody:
However, that blow did not kill Gloomsbury.
Edgeworth:
That makes sense. Mr. Sprocket's injury wouldn't allow him to put much force into it.
Nichody:
Enraged, Gloomsbury tried to attack Master Sorin, who was already seriously wounded. But just in the nick of time, Miss Ellen hit Gloomsbury from behind... ...and finished him off, it would seem.
Edgeworth:
So the one who inflicted the fatal blow was the defendant?
Nichody:
...Yes, that is correct. But Master Sorin tried to take all of the blame onto himself.
Maya:
N-No way...! This... is pretty bad, Nick.
Phoenix:
No kidding... ("Pretty bad" is an understatement...!)
Edgeworth:
Well, well, Mr. Wright. It seems your decision to call for Mr. Nichody has backfired. For the true culprit behind this case remains the defendant, Ellen Wyatt!
Phoenix:
Arngh! (Could this get any worse?! But Pierce was involved in the cover-up plot... And I bet he still has something to hide!)
Cross Examination
-- Why I Tore Out the Page --
Nichody:
I rushed to the vista deck, but the crime had already been committed.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Wait a minute. I thought you went to the vista deck with Mr. Sprocket?
Nichody:
...Actually, that is not true.
Phoenix:
What? What do you mean?
Nichody:
I found this out afterward, but... ...Master Sorin went to the vista deck alone. He went out the escape hatch in the reception hall, and went along the outside wall.
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Edgeworth:
You can't be serious! You mean, Mr. Wright's addlepated guess was actually correct?!
Phoenix:
What's with the "addlepated"?!
Judge:
I suppose truth really is stranger than fiction!
Phoenix:
So, Mr. Nichody... When you got to the scene, you saw Mr. Gloomsbury, Ms. Wyatt... ...and Mr. Sprocket. Is that right?
Nichody:
That is exactly right.
Nichody:
I saw Miss Ellen and Gloomsbury collapsed, and Master Sorin writing in his notebook.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So when you and your group arrived at the vista deck... ...the murder had already been committed?
Nichody:
...That is correct. Gloomsbury had already been struck. Miss Ellen had lost consciousness, probably from the shock of the incident.
Phoenix:
...And how did Mr. Sprocket appear?
Nichody:
He was bleeding from the stab wound he'd received from Gloomsbury. Barely conscious, he was writing something in his notebook.
Phoenix:
(So the mysterious third person Ellen saw really was Sorin, then...?)
Nichody:
Master Sorin said to me, "I'll take the blame for the murder, so please take care of Ellen."
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So Mr. Sprocket wrote a note of confession in order to take the blame for Ms. Wyatt?
Nichody:
Yes. That notebook is the only form of memory Master Sorin has. So you understand what his action meant, I trust?
Phoenix:
............
Maya:
Wh-What did it mean, Nick?
Phoenix:
To Sorin, everything in that notebook is true. So Sorin tried to take the blame... ...by altering his own memory to make himself think he did it.
Maya:
No...
Nichody:
Master Sorin truly loves Miss Ellen. It must have been love that made him do that.
Nichody:
But I went against his order. I tore the page out of his notebook, and hid the body.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr. Nichody, could you please tell this court about that in more detail?
Nichody:
"That," you say? Which part do you mean, Mr. Wright? Could you be more specific?
Phoenix:
Oh, uh... all right. (What part do I want to know more about?)
Hiding the body
Phoenix:
Please tell me more about the hiding of the body.
Nichody:
...Very well. After saying he would take the blame, Master Sorin passed out. That's when I hid the body. I quickly took the lift down to the hold... ...where I hid Gloomsbury's still-warm body in the spare Pegabull lantern.
Phoenix:
So it was you who hid the body, not the defendant?
Nichody:
To think Mr. Butz would move the lantern containing the body to the reception hall... Well, I did not see that coming.
Phoenix:
(I don't blame you. Not even Larry can predict what Larry will do next... Maybe I should take another look at the lantern in evidence...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright, would you like that statement added to the witness's testimony?
Add to testimony
Phoenix:
Yes, please.
Judge:
Very well. Please add that statement to your testimony, Mr. Nichody.
Add statement:
"In the hold, I hid the still-warm body in the spare Pegabull lantern."
Not necessary
Phoenix:
No, I guess not, Your Honor. (I'd better be a bit more cautious here.)
Judge:
No? All right. Very well.
Tearing out the page
Phoenix:
Why did you go against Mr. Sprocket's order and tear out the page?
Nichody:
...That is a silly question. As I told you before... Disposing of anything that may harm the Sprocket family's reputation... ...is simply a part of my job.
Phoenix:
Oh, right. You did say that before, didn't you.
Nichody:
I tore the page out of the notebook in order to protect Master Sorin.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, would you like that statement added to the witness's testimony?
Add to testimony
Phoenix:
Yes, please.
Judge:
Very well. Please add that statement to your testimony, Mr. Nichody.
Add statement:
"I tore the page out of the notebook in order to protect Master Sorin."
Not necessary
Phoenix:
No, I guess not, Your Honor. (I'd better be a bit more cautious here.)
Judge:
No? All right. Very well.
Nichody:
In the hold, I hid the still-warm body in the spare Pegabull lantern.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why did you hide the body in the lantern?
Nichody:
As I told you yesterday, it was to make it as though the murder never happened. But thanks to Mr. Butz, things did not turn out as planned.
Phoenix:
So holding the second wedding reception wasn't Mr. Sprocket's idea... ...but yours, wasn't it?
Nichody:
It was all for Master Sorin's sake... and Sprocket Aviation. If I am accused of a crime for trying to cover up the incident... ...I shall accept it willingly.
Phoenix:
(He really doesn't seem to even care about himself!)
Present Broken Lantern
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(C-Could it be...? Is that what happened...?)"
Nichody:
I tore the page out of that notebook in order to protect Master Sorin.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, by tearing the page out of the notebook... ...you erased the memory of Mr. Sprocket, who was trying to take the fall for Ms. Wyatt.
Nichody:
I knew it went against his wishes... ...but I just could not let Master Sorin bear the blame for something he did not do. As his butler, I believe that was the right decision for me to make.
Phoenix:
(It was all for Sorin's benefit, huh? I bet Pierce would do just about anything in the name of keeping Sorin's image "safe"...)
Before adding statement
Phoenix:
This testimony of Pierce's... I wonder how much of it we can actually believe.
Maya:
Yeah. Who knows what parts are true and what parts are more spun tales?
Phoenix:
Exactly. But we can't just stand around mulling it all over. We have to try and draw information out of him, and see if there are any contradictions!
After adding statement
Maya:
So he's talking about the cover-up after the incident, huh?
Phoenix:
Right. That's information only somebody who was actually involved could know.
Maya:
So it might be a really important piece of testimony!
Phoenix:
I think so, too. I'll really have to tread carefully here.
Phoenix:
(C-Could it be...? Is that what happened...? If what I'm thinking is true... ...then maybe I can prove neither Ellen nor Sorin did the deed!) Mr. Nichody, you said the body was still warm when you hid it, correct? So then, what if... ...Mr. Gloomsbury was still alive when you went to put his body inside the lantern...?
Nichody:
What?!
Judge:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Edgeworth:
That's preposterous!
Phoenix:
Actually, this shows that the victim might have still been alive while inside the lantern!
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid you'll have to point out which part you're talking about, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
This part here shows that the victim might have still been alive inside the lantern!
Present handle
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"As you can see, the back end of the lantern is a door."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Judge:
...Hmm?
Phoenix:
Is something the matter, Your Honor?
Judge:
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Phoenix:
Well, if you stare at this spot reaaally hard, doesn't it become a little clearer?
Judge:
Not in the least.
Phoenix:
......How about now, Your Honor?
Judge:
How could I understand without a word of explanation?! Clearly you need to take responsibility for your actions!
Phoenix:
(I'd better paint a clearer picture next time...)
Leads back to:
"This part here shows that the victim might have still been alive inside the lantern!"
Phoenix:
As you can see, the back end of the lantern is a door. And there's blood here on the wheel handle!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
That bloodstain must have gotten there when the witness put the body inside the lantern. It, in no way, shows that the victim drew his last breath while he was within the lantern!
Phoenix:
I disagree, Mr. Edgeworth. For you see, in putting this lantern back together... ...the police inadvertently placed the inside handle on the outside, and vice versa. In other words, the wheel handles got swapped!
Judge:
Oh, my! So they got swapped?!
Phoenix:
Yes, they got swapped!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What? But that's ridiculous!
Phoenix:
Not at all. If you compare the other male Pegabull lantern in the reception hall... ...it's quite obvious the wheel handles were attached backwards!
Edgeworth:
Th-The detective in charge of the restoration will see me in my office later!
Phoenix:
(Sorry, Ema... And good luck.)
Judge:
I-In that case, what does the bloodstain on the wheel handle mean?
Phoenix:
The bloodstain didn't get there by chance. When the victim was put inside the lantern, he was only unconscious, not dead. When he regained consciousness, he probably tried to get out of the lantern. So he grasped the inner wheel handle, and that's when the blood got on it! This proves that the victim was still alive when he was inside the lantern!
Nichody:
At the time, I was completely convinced Gloomsbury was dead. Had I checked more carefully, he might have survived...
Edgeworth:
Unfortunate, to be sure... but not significant enough to change this trial's outcome.
Phoenix:
Again, I disagree, Mr. Edgeworth. It actually has a very significant impact on this case.
Edgeworth:
The victim was struck by the defendant, then died from his injuries some time later. There's nothing more to it!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's where you're wrong! Let's take another look at Mr. Gloomsbury's autopsy report, shall we? Please focus on the description of his injuries. It says, "One contusion was found on the back of his head, and one on the side."
Edgeworth:
Yes, the one Mr. Sprocket gave him, and the one Ms. Wyatt delivered to finish him off.
Phoenix:
No, the defense would like to submit a different interpretation.
Judge:
A different interpretation?
Phoenix:
The victim was knocked unconscious by the first blow, and was then put into the lantern.
Judge:
Th-Then, what about the lethal blow by the defendant that the witness talked about?
Phoenix:
Yes, well... that didn't happen. After some time... ...when the victim regained consciousness and tried to get out of the lantern... ...that's when he received the second blow that finished him off!
Judge:
Taking into account the fact that the victim was alive for a period after the first hit... ...and that he did receive a second blow to the head... It does seem entirely possible!
Phoenix:
Yes. As long as the first blow didn't kill the victim instantly... ...then there's a possibility that... ...someone other than Mr. Sprocket or Ms. Wyatt delivered the fatal blow!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Hmph. That's all you've got? Even if there was a time lag between the two blows... ...the prosecution's position doesn't change.
Phoenix:
What? What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
It's elementary, Mr. Wright. After the reception, when the defendant was cleaning up the reception hall... ...the victim, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly came out of the lantern. The defendant grabbed the murder weapon, which was right there, and finished him off.
Judge:
Hmm... That theory sounds awfully familiar...
Edgeworth:
Of course it does, Your Honor, because it's exactly what I proposed at the very start. The second blow was inflicted by the defendant after all!
Judge:
I-I see! It seems a tangle of mysteries has unraveled into a single thread!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But as long as there's a possibility that the fatal blow was delivered by a third person... ...then we must continue the deliberations!
Edgeworth:
Give it up, Mr. Wright! Unless you have something to prove the presence of your precious "third person"?!
Phoenix:
I, uh...!
Maya:
Okay, Nick! Just relax! You can do this! Come on, now. Take some deep breaths!
Phoenix:
Good idea. Deep breaths... Deep breaths...
Maya:
There! Don't you feel better already?
Phoenix:
(Maya's right. I should calm down, get my focus back, and go over everything again. And then, hopefully, I'll be able to find something to prove there was a third person!) ...Let's see. First, why did Gloomsbury attack Ellen?
Maya:
Because... he was tired of taking the blame for the accident?
Phoenix:
Hmm... But something about that line of reasoning just doesn't feel quite right to me...
Maya:
No? How come?
Phoenix:
Well, if it's just a personal vendetta, he had already stabbed Sorin. So why, then, was he so determined to go after Ellen?
Maya:
You're right. This whole thing feels too premeditated for a crime of passion...
Phoenix:
But Gloomsbury didn't seem to have a personal grudge against Ellen... (If Gloomsbury didn't have a personal reason to attack Ellen, then...)
Edgeworth:
You've taken long enough, Mr. Wright. Now it's time for some action. What proof do you have that a third person was involved?!
Phoenix:
All right. I'll show you. (I'm not completely sure of what I'm doing yet, but it looks like I'm out of time!) This piece of evidence proves the involvement of a third person!
Present Gloomsbury's Note
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"(I get it now...)"
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Hmm... And how does that prove the involvement of a third person, Mr. Wright?
Edgeworth:
I would love to hear the defense explain its way out of this.
Maya:
Go ahead, Nick! Tell 'em!
Phoenix:
Well, you see... Um... Huh? It looks like... I was wrong.
Judge:
Next time, try to involve your brain before you blurt out an answer!
Maya:
Not one word! Just look over the evidence again, all right?!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, ma'am... (I'd better try that again.)
Leads back to:
"This piece of evidence proves the involvement of a third person!"
Phoenix:
(I get it now... Now I see why this note bothered me so much when I first saw it.)
Phoenix:
It looks like a note outlining the murder plot...
Ema:
That note was apparently written by the victim.
Phoenix:
But why would he feel the need to write instructions to himself like this?
Phoenix:
Your Honor, please take a look at this note.
Judge:
This is... the victim's murder plan, right?
Phoenix:
It's definitely "a" murder plan, but what if... ...Mr. Gloomsbury didn't write this note himself?
Judge:
Wh-What?
Edgeworth:
THIS is how you intend to conjure up your mysterious third party, Mr. Wright? Can you even prove that that note wasn't written by the victim?
Phoenix:
...Yes. Yes, I can.
Judge:
...Very well, then. Please present your evidence, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
This evidence proves the victim didn't write the note.
Present Candelabra
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is the weapon Mr. Gloomsbury used to stab Mr. Sprocket."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the proof you've been dying to see!
Edgeworth:
It doesn't look like anything of the sort to me.
Judge:
...I have to agree.
Phoenix:
Just close your eyes and concentrate, Your Honor. Is something coming to you?
Judge:
............No, nothing at all.
Phoenix:
...Nothing, huh?
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Close your eyes and concentrate. Do you see something coming to you?
Phoenix:
(I should've seen that coming... Looks like I'd better try again.)
Leads back to:
"This evidence proves the victim didn't write the note."
Phoenix:
This is the weapon Mr. Gloomsbury used to stab Mr. Sprocket.
Edgeworth:
I was wondering what you'd pull out this time. Dare I ask what that could possibly have to do with the note?
Phoenix:
Mr. Gloomsbury's prints were found on this candelabra. And the prints were from his left hand.
Judge:
So, that makes the victim left-handed, correct?
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor. The police looked into it, too, and confirmed as much. Now, take a look at the smudged writing in this note. Notice how the smudging only starts from the middle of each proceeding line. Had this been written by a lefty, the writing would be smudged from the far left end. This means that whoever wrote this note was definitely right-handed. In other words, somebody other than the victim wrote this note!
Judge:
What?! Hmm... But if someone other than Mr. Gloomsbury wrote it, then what does this note mean?
Phoenix:
Mr. Gloomsbury followed this note to the letter when he attacked Ms. Wyatt. So, clearly, this note isn't a murder plan written by Mr. Gloomsbury, but rather... ...these are instructions to kill Ms. Wyatt, issued by somebody else!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
If it wasn't the victim who wrote these so-called "instructions"... ...then who wrote it? Most of the people involved are right-handed, you know.
Nichody:
He is correct. The majority of the family and their employees who were on the airship... ...are indeed right-handed. I must say, that is a very rough and slipshod conjecture you've proposed.
Phoenix:
Nnngh! (I admit I haven't figured out who wrote it just yet...)
Maya:
Leave it to Mr. Edgeworth to go for the jugular...!
Phoenix:
(This culprit who ordered Gloomsbury to attack Ellen... ...what could their motive have been?)
Maya:
It doesn't seem very likely Ellen did anything to incur anybody's wrath, right?
Phoenix:
Right... (Not too likely, anyway...) In that case, it has to be about Sorin.
Maya:
If somebody were to hold a grudge against Sorin, what would it be about?
Phoenix:
...That accident, I'd guess. I could understand if Gloomsbury felt resentful about having to take the blame.
Maya:
But the one who lost the most to that accident was Sorin's sister... She lost her life, after all. Sorin suffered, too, of course. He was crushed by losing somebody so precious to him.
Phoenix:
"Somebody precious," huh... "Sorin's sister"... Wait! There's one more person! There's someone else who must hold a grudge against Sorin!
Maya:
Did you figure something out?
Phoenix:
I think so... I think this "somebody else" used Gloomsbury to try and get revenge against Sorin.
Judge:
Did you say somebody tried to get revenge against Mr. Sprocket, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
The person who manipulated and used Mr. Gloomsbury was...
Sorin's father
Phoenix:
...Mr. Sprocket's father. I heard that the marriage to Ms. Wyatt didn't have the family's blessing. Sorin's father must have used Mr. Gloomsbury to try and stop their union.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Your thoughts are all over the place, Mr. Wright. Do you really think the president of Sprocket Aviation, a man of great influence... ...would try to murder someone in order to stop a wedding?
Phoenix:
Umm...
Edgeworth:
If he just wanted to stop the marriage, there were a multitude of other, better ways.
Phoenix:
(H-He's got a good point, there...)
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth is right. It doesn't sound very plausible. And it's irresponsible to throw suspicion around without good reason, defense.
Phoenix:
(Then who could've been manipulating Gloomsbury...?)
Leads back to:
"The person who manipulated and used Mr. Gloomsbury was..."
The family elder
Phoenix:
...the family elder!
Judge:
The family elder...? Has this "family elder" person come up in the deliberations before?
Phoenix:
N-No, not really, Your Honor. But don't rich families like the Sprockets usually have somebody like that?
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you can't just make up people whenever you want! Heck, even I only get to hand out penalties when necessary.
Phoenix:
(D-Does that mean he'd penalize me more if he could...?)
Leads back to:
"The person who manipulated and used Mr. Gloomsbury was..."
Selena's fiancé
Leads to:
"The person who used Mr. Gloomsbury to try and get revenge on Mr. Sprocket..."
Phoenix:
The person who used Mr. Gloomsbury to try and get revenge on Mr. Sprocket... ...and then finished Mr. Gloomsbury off to silence him... ...was a man dear to Mr. Sprocket's older sister: Selena Sprocket's fiancé! (Not that I'm positive, but it's certainly possible... This fiancé could have made Gloomsbury attack Ellen to get his revenge on Sorin.)
Edgeworth:
Wh-What...?
Judge:
Her fiancé?! Order in the court! Order, I say! Yes, it does seem quite believable that Ms. Selena Sprocket's fiancé... ...would bear a grudge against Mr. Sprocket for his role in the accident.
Phoenix:
Exactly, Your Honor. Maybe her fiancé was trying to murder Ms. Wyatt... ...in order to make Mr. Sprocket experience the same pain he'd felt.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Ms. Sprocket's fiancé... was a surgeon, if memory serves. But the only people who attended the reception were family and staff members.
Phoenix:
That may be, but then that just means that Ms. Sprocket's fiancé must have been... ...among those who attended!
Maya:
What?! Really?!
Phoenix:
Of course. Otherwise, how could he have killed Gloomsbury?
Maya:
Oh... I see what you're doing... This is just another giant bluff, isn't it?
Edgeworth:
All right. I'll bite. Who exactly do you claim this fiancé to be?
Judge:
Yes! I would like to know as well!
Maya:
A-Are you sure you're gonna be okay, Nick?
Phoenix:
M-Maybe...? (When it comes to suspicious people, there's only one person on my list... I need to find something that connects him to Selena...) This will help us identify Ms. Sprocket's fiancé!
Present Selena Sprocket Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please take a look at this photo, Your Honor."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Judge:
Th-That will somehow help us identify Ms. Sprocket's fiancé?
Phoenix:
...Yes, I believe it will. At least, I hope it will, anyway...!
Judge:
I'd like you to show me another piece of evidence, Mr. Wright. Evidence that you're taking this job seriously!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor. (I'd better think things through a little better... I have to find something that connects Selena and her fiancé!)
Leads back to:
"This will help us identify Ms. Sprocket's fiancé!"
Phoenix:
Please take a look at this photo, Your Honor.
Nichody:
Th-That photo...!
Phoenix:
Notice Ms. Sprocket's pocket watch. Haven't we seen it somewhere before?
Judge:
Hmm, yes. Now that you mention it, I do feel as if I've seen it somewhere before...
Nichody:
............
Phoenix:
I believe we've all seen it... right here in this very courtroom!
Edgeworth:
Augh! I-Impossible...!
Phoenix:
That's right. The pocket watch in this photo... ...is the same pocket watch Mr. Nichody has on him right now!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Phoenix:
This is clear proof... ...of a strong connection between Pierce Nichody and Selena Sprocket!
Edgeworth:
No...!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Nichody? Is this true?
Nichody:
............
Phoenix:
Mr. Nichody... You were once engaged to Selena Sprocket. That pocket watch... You keep it as a memento of her, don't you?
Nichody:
............
Phoenix:
Mr. Nichody, you planned to rob Mr. Sprocket of his loved one... ...to make him feel the same pain as you. Isn't that right?
Nichody:
............
Phoenix:
But Mr. Sprocket managed to fight back, and knocked Mr. Gloomsbury unconscious. You thought Mr. Gloomsbury was dead, and hid his body in the lantern.
Nichody:
............
Phoenix:
But then you noticed Mr. Gloomsbury regain consciousness... ...and so you finished him off to prevent your plan from being exposed. This is the defense's take on what really happened in this murder case.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, does this mean... ...you wish to officially accuse this witness of the murder of Dumas Gloomsbury?!
Phoenix:
Does the defense accuse Mr. Nichody of the murder...?
Accuse
Leads to:
"The defense indicts Pierce Nichody on the charge of murdering Dumas Gloomsbury!"
Don't accuse
Phoenix:
(Wait. If I back down now, it's all over. I have to take the plunge and chase this down to the very end!)
Leads to:
"The defense indicts Pierce Nichody on the charge of murdering Dumas Gloomsbury!"
Phoenix:
The defense indicts Pierce Nichody on the charge of murdering Dumas Gloomsbury!
Judge:
Oh, my! M-Mr. Nichody, would you care to respond?
Nichody:
............ Man, this lawyer just yaps on and on and on... As you guessed, this watch is a memento of Selena. It stopped working at the time of the accident, though...
Phoenix:
...Then, you really are...!
Nichody:
......Yes, I was Selena's fiancé. And not just her fiancé... ...but the surgeon beside her deathbed.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Mr. Nichody! Why didn't you tell me any of this before?!
Nichody:
Shut it, you useless prosecutor. I thought you could be of use, but apparently, this case was too much for you.
Edgeworth:
What did you say?!
Nichody:
If your office hadn't stuck its nose all up in this, I could've swept it under the rug. Not only did you interfere with the case, but you even let me fall under suspicion!
Edgeworth:
That's because you kept trying to cover things up on the sly!
Nichody:
Urrgh!
Phoenix:
But covering things up wasn't your only involvement. The only person who had a motive to use the victim to try and kill Ms. Wyatt... ...was you!
Nichody:
N-Nngrrrrrrrr! Malignant tumors... There are malignant tumors in this courtroom, lesions oozing with false charges! The tumors are one idiotic lawyer, and one useless prosecutor! After the truth is revealed, I'll have the both of you incised from the legal world!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I'd like to see you try.
Nichody:
With the power of the Sprocket family, it'd be a cinch. I will now begin the operation!
Maya:
Wh-What in the world happened to Mr. Nichody...?
Phoenix:
Looks like he's finally showing his true colors.
Maya:
Nick! Look what he did to that shoulder mech!
Nichody:
Quit your yapping, before I suture your chatty lips shut.
Maya:
It's like he's a completely different person...
Phoenix:
Sure looks like it, huh. We can't let our guards down now! Mr. Nichody, it's finally time for you to testify... ...to the truth!
Judge:
...It seems we're entering the final act at last. Witness, your testimony, please.
Witness Testimony
-- Right to Remain Silent --
Nichody:
............
............
............
Phoenix:
!
Edgeworth:
!
Judge:
!
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Nichody! Why didn't you say anything?! Ack! (He just took a picture of me... or something...!)
Nichody:
You want me to voluntarily testify, hoping I will make a slip of the tongue. Not a very impressive plan... or brain, I might add.
Phoenix:
(Ow... That was uncalled for...)
Nichody:
If you want to know something, YOU ask the question. I will answer, but I have no intention of making any voluntary statements of my own.
Phoenix:
Ngh...
Maya:
What's he trying to do, Nick?
Phoenix:
He's using the silent treatment as his strategy to avoid getting tripped up. Clever guy...
Edgeworth:
No more lies, Mr. Nichody. You will tell us nothing but the truth from now on! Augh! Wh-What do you think you're doing?!
Nichody:
No one asked you to speak. Just keep quiet over there and play with your frills.
Edgeworth:
H-How dare you!
Judge:
Well! This is a rather unconventional situation, but please proceed, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
Cross Examination
-- Right to Remain Silent --
Nichody:
............ 
Nichody:
............ 
Nichody:
............ 
Press (any of the above statements)
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(If he won't speak voluntarily... ...then I guess I'll have to ask him something.) What question should I ask?
Reason for killing Gloomsbury
Phoenix:
Isn't it true that when Mr. Gloomsbury regained consciousness inside the lantern... ...you murdered him in order to silence him?
Nichody:
...He was an excellent employee, and very loyal to me. Gloomsbury was my right hand man. I'd suffer the most from losing him. You really think I'd kill a guy like that?
Phoenix:
That would make sense only if you were innocent. But since your goal was revenge, you don't really have to care about something like that.
Nichody:
But I AM innocent, I tell you. Don't try to force your conjectures onto me!
Phoenix:
Nngh... (I guess without decisive evidence, I can't pursue this line of questioning any further...)
Before adding statement
Judge:
Mr. Wright, would you like that statement added to the witness's testimony?
Add to testimony
Phoenix:
Yes, please, Your Honor. (Every little bit I can drag out of him helps, right?)
Change first statement to:
"Gloomsbury was my right hand man. I'd suffer the most from losing him."
Not necessary
Phoenix:
No, thank you, Your Honor. (I'd better tread cautiously here.)
Grudge against Sorin
Phoenix:
You've been nursing a grudge against Mr. Sprocket over the loss of your fiancée. Isn't that right?
Nichody:
...I'd be lying if I said I felt no resentment whatsoever. But Master Sorin didn't cause that accident on purpose. ...Master Sorin himself has suffered greatly!
Phoenix:
But you quit being a surgeon and found a way to get even closer to Mr. Sprocket. Wasn't that so you could carry out your revenge on him?!
Nichody:
...Don't insult me. Supporting Master Sorin and Sprocket Aviation with my life's work... ...is my penance for not being able to save Selena. This is how I honor her.
Judge:
I feel your devotion as both a fiancé and a surgeon. ...Your statement breaks my heart.
Nichody:
I've never thought of exacting revenge on Master Sorin.
Phoenix:
("Never thought of it," huh? I guess I should probably take that with a pound of salt...)
Before adding statement
Judge:
Mr. Wright, would you like that statement added to the witness's testimony?
Add to testimony
Phoenix:
Yes, please, Your Honor. (I have to find an opening somehow!)
Change second statement to:
"I've never thought of exacting revenge on Master Sorin."
Not necessary
Phoenix:
I guess not, Your Honor... (But on second thought, I have to get some kind of testimony out of him, don't I?)
Actions on the day of the crime
Phoenix:
On the day of the incident, you were constantly surrounded by your subordinates. Is that right?
Nichody:
Absolutely. I was in someone's line of sight at all times. After all, I was busy taking care of every detail of the event. Mr. Edgeworth, I believe your investigation backs up my claim?
Edgeworth:
...Hmph. I got statements that said groups of his subordinates worked with him in rotation... ...so he was always with someone.
Nichody:
As the prosecutor just said... ...I couldn't even get close to the lantern containing Gloomsbury by myself... ...let alone kill him!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Pierce didn't have a chance to get close to the victim alone, huh?)
Before adding statement
Judge:
Mr. Wright, would you like that statement added to the witness's testimony?
Add to testimony
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. I'd like to have that statement added to his testimony.
Judge:
Very well.
Change third statement to:
"I was always in the company of others. I didn't have the opportunity to murder Gloomsbury."
Not necessary
Phoenix:
I guess not, Your Honor. (It doesn't seem all that important...)
Nichody:
Gloomsbury was my right hand man. I'd suffer the most from losing him.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What did Mr. Gloomsbury think of Mr. Sprocket? After all, he was forced to take the blame for the accident. He must've been resentful.
Nichody:
He got his position as the lead servant in exchange for taking the blame. It wasn't exactly a bad deal for him.
Phoenix:
But he must have felt some sort of indignation...?
Nichody:
Who knows? Now that he's dead, we'll never know for sure. It's pointless to talk about it any further.
Phoenix:
All right... (Dead men tell no tales, after all...)
Nichody:
I've never thought of exacting revenge on Master Sorin.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you have had no thoughts of vengeance toward Mr. Sprocket whatsoever?
Nichody:
...Of course not! Selena wouldn't have wanted that! I've thrown my own life away, and lived solely for the sake of the Sprocket family. That's how I show my love for her!
Phoenix:
All righty, then...
Maya:
Well, one thing's for sure... Pierce gets really emotional when it comes to Selena...
Phoenix:
No kidding... I'm not sure how he feels about Sorin, but his love for Selena is pretty obvious.
Nichody:
I was always in the company of others. I didn't have the opportunity to murder Gloomsbury.
Press
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, you were always in someone's line of sight?
Nichody:
I was surrounded by family members and staff as we prepared for the reception. During the reception, I was stationed behind the sweetheart table to attend to the couple. When could I have possibly committed murder?!
Phoenix:
(I'm not buying it. If Pierce is the true killer... ...then there must have been some time when he was out of everyone's sight!)
Present Photo of Reception
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr. Nichody testifies that he was always with someone at the time of the incident..."
Before changing third statement
Maya:
Ugh... This isn't going to be easy, is it?
Phoenix:
You can say that again... All I can do is just... ...try to draw as much information as I can out of him, and look for any inconsistencies.
Maya:
This is the moment of truth, huh, Nick? Good luck!
Phoenix:
Thanks!
After changing third statement
Maya:
What do you think, Nick? Is there a chance for us here?
Phoenix:
Well, as long as we have some kind of testimony from him, there has to be! I'll just have to compare his testimony against the evidence and...
Maya:
Find an inconsistency, right?
Phoenix:
Exactly. (This is it! I have to do this right!)
Phoenix:
Mr. Nichody testifies that he was always with someone at the time of the incident... ...and never had a moment alone to commit the crime.
Judge:
Yes. And the police investigation backs that statement up, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
But there WAS an opportunity, in fact -- one and only one. A moment when Mr. Nichody could have killed Mr. Gloomsbury without anyone noticing!
Nichody:
Wh-What?!
Phoenix:
And the one thing that made that moment possible... ...is shown here in this photograph!
Nichody:
Nichody:
With all those people watching, I couldn't have possibly committed murder! Do not believe him, Your Honor. This lawyer is a malignant tumor! He wants to infect this judicial body with virulent accusations!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Mr. Nichody, I would ask that YOU keep quiet this time. We need to evaluate the defense's claim. And your yammering only serves to throw further suspicion your way.
Nichody:
N-Nnrrgh!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Wright, let's see this "one thing" you mentioned. But be warned, this had better not be one of your offhanded claims.
Phoenix:
Who do you think you're talking to, Mr. Edgeworth!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Please point out for us the "one thing" that made the moment of the murder possible!
Phoenix:
That one moment when it was possible for Mr. Nichody to kill Mr. Gloomsbury... The one thing that made that single moment possible... is this!
Present fog machine
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The one thing that made the moment of the murder possible..."
Present anywhere else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the one thing that made the moment of the murder possible!
Judge:
Wh-What?! That?! That's what made it possible?! ...And how exactly did it do that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Well, uh... First, it flings away loose sand with its flippers to make a hole on the beach... And then, eyes glistening with maternal affection, it takes this nest and...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, are you describing how a sea turtle lays her eggs?
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... I was so focused on answering that I forgot what we were actually talking about...)
Judge:
You can't just say whatever comes to mind, you know. It seems you have truly jumped the shark at last, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, Your Honor... (Just saying any old thing isn't good enough. I have to get it together!)
Leads back to:
"The one thing that made that single moment possible... is this!"
Phoenix:
The one thing that made the moment of the murder possible... ...is this thick mood fog that engulfed the entire reception hall! It is under the cover of this fog... ...that Mr. Nichody murdered the victim!
Judge:
Wh-What...?!
Phoenix:
Mr. Nichody was standing right next to the lantern that Mr. Gloomsbury was in! This was the only moment the murder could have been committed without being seen!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
............ I can accept that there was a moment when the witness was obscured from others by fog. But that doesn't prove Mr. Nichody killed the victim at that very moment! If you can't prove the crime was committed during the reception, the trial ends here!
Phoenix:
Nnrgh! (I was so caught up in finding a foothold that I forgot to think that far ahead!)
Nichody:
Well done, Mr. Edgeworth! It's time to call this trial's time of death!
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Wright? Can you prove the murder happened during the reception?
Nichody:
Don't even bother! His claim is dead on arrival! Victory is within your grasp, Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
...Quiet, witness. I have no interest in "victory." All I care about... is the truth. One that we can only arrive at through further deliberation.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...!
Nichody:
Enough of this! Your Honor, this trial is over!
Judge:
No, Mr. Nichody. That is for me to decide. Mr. Wright, can you prove it? Can you prove that the murder was committed during the wedding reception?
Nichody:
Why is there no verdict yet?! The lawyer's obviously out of answers! The prosecutor, the judge -- they're all infected! Their malignant stupidity is so advanced, not even the best surgeons can save them! In fact, not even a brain transplant could cure them! This court is infected with idiocy! It's a pandemic!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr. Nichody! That's enough already!
Nichody:
Finally ready to give up, are you?!
Phoenix:
No, just the opposite, actually. I'll prove the murder was committed during the reception... by you!
Nichody:
Agnk! ...You'll prove it...?
Judge:
Can you really, Mr. Wright?!
Phoenix:
Y-Yes, I can, Your Honor! (To be honest, I don't know exactly how I'll do it just yet... But if I want to get to the truth Edgeworth was talking about... ...I'll just have to find that way!)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Let's have your proof.
Nichody:
Enough of this foolishness! He's just bluffing! Stop him from speaking, Your Honor!
Judge:
I will do nothing of the sort.
Nichody:
You are just a district court judge! With the power of the Sprocket family, I'll--!
Judge:
Enough of YOUR foolishness, Mr. Nichody. This judicial body will not succumb to the influence of money or power. 
Nichody:
Urk...!
Edgeworth:
Now, then. Let's hear it, Mr. Wright! Let's hear your truth!
Phoenix:
(Think, Phoenix! Remember everything you've learned so far! You can do this! You can find the definitive evidence that will lead us to the truth!)
Phoenix:
Think, Phoenix! How can I prove the murder took place during the wedding reception? If Pierce committed the murder during the reception, then he had to have used...
His shoulder mech, FXR-UPR
Phoenix:
His shoulder mech, FXR-UPR. He must have hit the victim with that, and... No, wait. That can't be right. I've gotta calmly think my way through this...!
Leads back to:
"If Pierce committed the murder during the reception, then he had to have used..."
The reception photo
Phoenix:
The photo of the reception. Okay, sure, it does show the scene of the murder... ...but it doesn't show anything conclusive! I have to think harder!
Leads back to:
"If Pierce committed the murder during the reception, then he had to have used..."
The murder weapon
Leads to:
"He used the murder weapon"
He used the murder weapon
Phoenix:
Yes, the weapon that was used to strike the victim twice! According to the autopsy report, the victim was hit by the same object both times. So, without a doubt, Pierce used it to commit the murder! The weapon used to kill Gloomsbury was...
The Time Keeper
Leads to:
"The Time Keeper was the murder weapon"
The candelabra
Phoenix:
The candelabra? No. The candelabra was used by Gloomsbury to stab Sorin. Think... What was the murder weapon in this case?
Leads back to:
"The weapon used to kill Gloomsbury was..."
The Key of Love
Phoenix:
Come on, Phoenix! Nobody could beat a person to death with such a tiny little key! Calm down, and think things over one more time!
Leads back to:
"The weapon used to kill Gloomsbury was..."
The Time Keeper was the murder weapon
Phoenix:
If Pierce struck the victim during that one, single moment... ...then he must have used the Time Keeper! Come to think of it, wasn't it also used for something else during the reception? During the reception, the Time Keeper was also used for...
The Cutting of the Time Machine
Phoenix:
The cutting of the time machine...? What does that even mean?! They could never get a knife into that thing! It's not a cake, after all... Where's my head at? I'd better focus...
Leads back to:
"During the reception, the Time Keeper was also used for..."
The First Startup of Love
Leads to:
"THE TIME KEEPER HAD BEEN ACTIVATED"
The First Taste of Love
Phoenix:
The "first taste of love," huh? That's where the bride and groom feed cake to each other, right? Sorin and Ellen might have done that, too, but it'd have nothing to do with the case! This is the final stretch. Think hard, Phoenix!
Leads back to:
"During the reception, the Time Keeper was also used for..."
THE TIME KEEPER HAD BEEN ACTIVATED
Phoenix:
That's right! The Time Keeper had been activated during the reception! If we activate the Time Keeper again now, and find any trace evidence of the murder... ...that would be conclusive proof that Gloomsbury was killed during the reception!
Phoenix:
A special ceremony took place during the reception in question.
Judge:
What kind of a special ceremony?
Phoenix:
It was called, "the First Startup of Love." Apparently, the couple activated the Time Keeper for the first time during it.
Judge:
Does that mean the Time Keeper here in evidence isn't activated at the moment? And what would happen... if we were to activate it?
Phoenix:
Why don't we see for ourselves? It would give us a chance to examine it. And while we're at it, we just might find some conclusive evidence!
Judge:
WH-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Nichody:
N-No! Y-You can't activate it!
Judge:
Mr. Nichody! Keep quiet, or I'll have you thrown out of court!
Nichody:
Nnrgh...!
Judge:
By the way, Mr. Wright... This is supposed to be a time machine, right? We aren't going to travel back in time to the Stone Age or anything, are we?
Phoenix:
I-I don't think we have to worry too much about that, Your Honor.
Judge:
I'm still a little nervous, nonetheless... but the truth must be known. Very well. Go ahead and start up the Time Keeper!
Maya:
Do you know how, Nick?
Phoenix:
Um, I think so...? Maybe...?
Maid:
The bride and groom each had a symbol of their love, and when they put them together... Oh, how romantic it was!
Phoenix:
Let's see... I think the symbol of the groom's love must be the Time Keeper itself. What symbol of the bride's love would fit together with the Time Keeper? (Oh, I know! That has to be it!)
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Are you ready to activate the time machine now?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor. The symbol of the bride's love that's necessary for activating the Time Keeper is...
Present Ellen's Pendant
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ms. Wyatt's pendant..."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Once we set this in place, we can activate the Time Keeper!
Judge:
Set it in place where? It doesn't look like it fits anywhere...
Phoenix:
...You don't think so? Not even if we kind of... jammed it in?
Judge:
Mr. Wright, you know what's coming, don't you?
Phoenix:
A penalty, Your Honor...?
Judge:
I'm glad you understand. That will save us some time.
Phoenix:
Ugh...  (All right. I'd better take another good look at what I've got to work with...)
Leads back to:
"The symbol of the bride's love that's necessary for activating the Time Keeper is..."
Phoenix:
Ms. Wyatt's pendant... ...is the symbol of the bride's love that is necessary for activating the Time Keeper!
Judge:
What?! Then does that mean you can start it up with Ms. Wyatt's pendant?
Phoenix:
...I believe so, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Please try it now, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Okay, here I go. (But first, I have to figure out where the pendant goes...)
Examine outer casing
Phoenix:
The outer casing is made of metal. I sure wouldn't want to get hit with something like this!
Examine propeller
Phoenix:
It's a propeller. It's designed to look like the hands of a clock. I don't think it has anything to do with activating the Time Keeper, though.
Examine gear hole
Phoenix:
This hole looks like a good spot. I'll try setting the pendant in here... It fits! This must be a right spot! Now I have to find a place to insert the key...
Examine pendant (after examining gear hole)
Phoenix:
This hole in the middle of the pendant... Could this be it?! It worked! The Time Keeper's been activated! Now all I have to do is find the proof that the crime was committed during the reception!
Examine pendant and key (after examining pendant)
Phoenix:
The Time Keeper has already been already activated. [sic] Now I just have to look for proof!
Examine display case (after examining pendant)
Leads to:
"I... I think I found it..!"
Phoenix:
(I... I think I found it..! Conclusive evidence that the murder was committed during the wedding reception!) Just as I suspected, there's evidence of the murder inside the Time Keeper, Mr. Nichody. The Time Keeper was only activated and open during the wedding reception, right?
Nichody:
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop!
Phoenix:
So, that means... ...this is conclusive proof that the crime was committed during the reception!
Nichody:
ACK!
Phoenix:
After you killed the victim under the cover of fog... ...you closed the Time Keeper to hide the bloodstain, didn't you?
Time Keeper updated in Court Record.
Nichody:
N-No! You're wrong! Ellen killed Gloomsbury! It wasn't me, I tell you!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Give it up, Mr. Nichody! How could the defendant, who was in the middle of pledging her love... ...have POSSIBLY committed the murder with everyone watching her?
Nichody:
I-It was... the family...! Yes, all the family members conspired together to kill him!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There's no way you can talk your way out of this, Mr. Nichody! During the reception, during that one dreamlike moment... ...only one person could have used the Time Keeper to beat the victim to death. And that one person was you, Pierce Nichody!
Nichody:
NGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ACK! No... This isn't over yet... I won't give up...! Oh, no! I cut the artery! This stupid thing! We must stop the bleeding now! Give me forceps! Forceps, I said! Hey! Where is everyone?! Fine... I'll manage this alone! I'll do it all by myself! I can fix anything! Repair anything! So you have to get better! You have to live! You must! ...I... I would've been able to save her... If only I hadn't listened to her... If only I had treated her first... If only that Sorin... hadn't been there............ Augh! S-Selena... No...
Phoenix:
............
Judge:
............ Witness... Are you finally ready to tell us the truth?
Nichody:
It's just as the lawyer deduced...
Phoenix:
So it was all a revenge scheme against Sorin Sprocket?
Nichody:
............ Do you have any idea how hard it is to lose someone you love, right in front of you? Selena's condition was clearly more critical than Sorin's, but, in spite of that, she said...
"Please help Sorin."
Phoenix:
Ms. Sprocket's last words...  (So that's what she really meant by those words...)
Nichody:
I was able to grant her wish, but at the price of her life...
Phoenix:
So you got a job with Sprocket Aviation and waited for your chance to get revenge. You got close to Mr. Gloomsbury, and hatched this plot. Is that right?
Nichody:
Gloomsbury already bore a grudge against Sorin... ...so when I tempted him with an even better position, he immediately took the bait.
Edgeworth:
He was your accomplice, someone who shared the same goal as you... Why was it necessary for you to kill him?
Nichody:
I didn't expect Sorin to strike Gloomsbury out on the vista deck... ...and I certainly never imagined he'd make his way there along the outside wall.
Phoenix:
(Sorin's love is the real deal after all...)
Nichody:
My plan had been compromised, so for the time being, I hid his body in the lantern... ...and tried to think of my next move.
Phoenix:
And then Mr. Gloomsbury came to during the second wedding reception.
Nichody:
As soon as I saw Gloomsbury, I instantly hit upon an idea... ...to pin the blame of Gloomsbury's murder on Ellen.
Edgeworth:
You tried to break up the couple by making the bride out to be a murderer... How despicable! 
Nichody:
Sorin was getting the company and a wedding... Both things that were supposed to be Selena's! He took every happiness from her. Who's the despicable one here?!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Do you think what you did would make her happy?
Nichody:
I know it wouldn't! But I couldn't just stand by, watching Sorin enjoy his happiness... I was going to have Sorin taste the same pain I had, and then take over Sprocket Aviation... I would take back from him all the happiness that was rightfully Selena's...
Phoenix:
............
Edgeworth:
............
Nichody:
Time stopped for me the day I lost her... Just like this pocket watch of hers.
???:
Ellen:
P-Pierce...
Phoenix:
Ms. Wyatt?
Ellen:
I believe Selena would've said... "Leave this ill will behind. Your time is yours to live."
Nichody:
...It's too late for me. Time will never advance for me ever again...
*click*
Nichody:
...What? I-It can't be... I see now, Selena... What I did... was wrong...
Judge:
I see no further need to continue this trial. Bailiff, please take Mr. Nichody away.
Phoenix:
(Pierce Nichody... Another inconsolable time traveler... ...who lived in time that stood still...)
Judge:
Now then, I must render my verdict regarding the defendant... Hm?
Sorin:
Your Honor... Before you give your ruling, would you please allow me a moment?
Judge:
...Very well.
Sorin:
Ellen, there's something I need to say to you...
Ellen:
Y-Yes, Sorin?
Sorin:
I've put you through something truly horrible. This whole thing happened... all because of me. I... I would understand if you wanted to call off our marriage...
Ellen:
...Whaaaaat? O-Of course not! I've never once thought that!
Sorin:
If you stay with me, you'll only face even more trying times in the future.
Ellen:
...What do you mean?
Sorin:
The truth of this incident, and the car accident before it... ...I'm going to tell the public everything.
Ellen:
............
Sorin:
I expect the company's reputation will suffer, and I'll take a lot of criticism. But I feel... ...I can only really start over once I get everything out in the open.
Ellen:
Sorin...
Sorin:
After all that's happened, I might not have the right to ask you this, but... ...Well... Um... How should I say this...? Um... Maybe I'll just... A life with me probably won't be very easy, but... ...will you marry me?
Ellen:
............Yes, of course!
Sorin:
Your Honor, thank you for this time. Please, continue with your ruling.
Judge:
...Very well. But, first, I have one question. Do the two of you pledge your eternal love for each other to the goddess of justice, Themis?
Sorin:
I do, Your Honor.
Ellen:
I do.
Judge:
Does the prosecution or defense have any objections?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Well done, Your Honor... No, no objections here.
Phoenix:
The defense has no objections either, Your Honor!
Judge:
This court finds the defendant, Ellen Wyatt... Ah, that's not right... This court finds the defendant, Ellen Sprocket...
Not Guilty
Judge:
This court is adjourned!
September 23, 11:36 AM
District Court - Defendant Lobby No. 3
Phoenix:
Ellen, Sorin, congratulations!
Ellen:
Mr. Wright! I can't thank you enough! If you hadn't exposed the truth, Sorin and I wouldn't... We wouldn't... *sniffle*
Phoenix:
But now you can finally start your new life together, right?
Ellen:
OH, THAAAAAAAAAANK YOOOOOOOOOUUUUU!
Sorin:
...Mr. Wright. We'll be holding our real wedding ceremony in the near future. Would you do us the honor of coming to it? I want you to witness our fresh start.
Phoenix:
Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world. And, Ellen, this time, it'll finally be "happily ever after," right?
Ellen:
Oh, yes!
Phoenix:
The two of you have persevered, and overcome this trial together. Now, no matter what obstacles come your way, I'm sure you'll be able to handle them. And there's another thing I'm sure of, too. This person will always be watching over the two of you.
Present Selena Sprocket Photo
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Selena... Yes, I think you're right."
Present anything else
Phoenix:
Ellen:
... Um, what's that?
Phoenix:
O-Oh! Uh, never mind this!  (Oops, that wasn't it...!)
Maya:
Come on, Nick! What were you thinking?!
Phoenix:
S-Sorry...
Maya:
Ellen and Sorin... I believe that Selena will watch over the two of you, always!
Leads to:
"Selena... Yes, I think you're right."
Ellen:
Selena... Yes, I think you're right. And we promise to live life to the fullest -- for Selena's sake, too! ...Right, Sorin?
Sorin:
...That's right. Well, we'd better be on our way.
Ellen:
Yes, my love!
Phoenix:
Wow! The ol' "threshold carry," huh? Way to show off!
Sorin:
We'll be seeing you! Goodbye for now!
Phoenix:
I'll be looking forward to that wedding!
Sorin:
Hold on tight, Ellen.
Ellen:
You better believe I will! I'm never letting you go!
Phoenix:
There they go...
???:
You're not thinking of going to that wedding by yourself, are you, Boss?
Maya:
You're taking us, too, right?
Athena:
Oh, boy! I bet there's gonna be all kinds of fancy food there!
Phoenix:
Athena? When did you get here?
Athena:
Just now. I would've been here to cheer you guys on earlier, but... ...Trucy never gave me a chance to slip away!
Phoenix:
(You're going to be in even bigger trouble with her later...!) Speaking of the wedding... ...maybe I should ask them to invite Edgeworth.
Maya:
Mr. Edgeworth?! Really?! But he thought Ellen was guilty all the way to the end!
Phoenix:
That may be true, but...
Nichody:
Don't even bother! His claim is dead on arrival! Victory is within your grasp, Prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
...Quiet, witness. I have no interest in "victory." All I care about... is the truth. One that we can only arrive at through further deliberation.
Phoenix:
If he hadn't stood up for us when he did, the trial probably would've ended there.
Maya:
You mean Mr. Edgeworth gave us that chance?
Phoenix:
Maybe... Though, knowing him, I doubt he'd ever tell, even if I asked.
Maya:
Hmm... Well, if that's how you feel about it, Nick, then why not try to get him invited!
Athena:
Hey, Maya! Have you ever tried to catch the bouquet?
Maya:
What?! Um, no...
Athena:
I never have, either! Fighting over a bouquet that's been tossed by the bride... Talk about a fierce competition! I'm totally stoked!
Maya:
I'm not sure it's really supposed to be all that competitive...
Athena:
I'm a pretty good jumper, so I think I've got a chance!
Phoenix:
(She's... definitely missing the point of the whole thing...) ...And Larry, how did you manage to stay so quiet for so long?
Larry:
...Shut up! Wishing the lady you fell in love with every happiness is what a real man does!
Phoenix:
(I'm pretty sure that "relationship" was over before it even began, Larry...)
Larry:
*sniffle* Darn it all! If only I was ten years younger, things would've gone differently... Hands of time, why won't you turn back for meeeeeeeeeee!
September 30, 9:20 AM
Sprocket Park - Mooring Dock
Phoenix:
(Today is Ellen and Sorin's third wedding ceremony and reception... I heard the bride and groom insisted it be on the Flying Chapel again. In the end, they were nice enough to invite me and Maya... And Athena kind of invited herself... They also invited Edgeworth, Ema, and even Larry! They say third time's the charm, right? I really do hope it's "happily ever after" for them this time around! Still, I get the feeling it's going to be one rowdy party...)
Anime cutscene
Athena:
Ready when you are!
Ellen:
Okay! Here we go!
Larry:
Oh, heeey! Look who's next!
Maya/Ema/Athena:
[indistinguishable angry chatter]
Sorin:
I'm truly blessed to have you.
Ellen:
Aww!
End
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, I have a feeling this piece of evidence contradicts the witness's statement!
Judge:
...A "feeling," defense?
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor... Or, rather, a "hope" that it indicates a contradiction...
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Is there or isn't there a contradiction here?
Phoenix:
It looks like there is... but there really isn't one, is there?
Judge:
Are you asking me, Mr. Wright? Because what it really seems like to me is you're asking for a penalty!
Phoenix:
Thanks for that definitive answer, Your Honor...
Edgeworth:
*sigh* With a lawyer like you, Mr. Wright, even I feel bad for the defendant.
Phoenix:
(Well, you don't have to feel bad for her for long! I'll get it right next time, you'll see!)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, the witness's statement contains a glaring contradiction! And this is the piece of evidence that says it all! ............. ............... 
Judge:
...Will it start saying something anytime soon, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
............ ............ ...It's not speaking up at all, is it? Maybe it's being shy?
Judge:
...... Your evidence has said nothing at all to this court. But your choice of tactics speaks volumes about you, defense!
Maya:
Even I knew that wasn't a very smart move, Nick...
Phoenix:
Arrrngh...
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is inconsistent with this piece of evidence!
Edgeworth:
...Mr. Wright. Would you care to tell this court what percent sure you are of your claim?
Phoenix:
Why, of course! I'm a hundre--! Well, er... ninety... Wait, maybe eighty-ish...? W-Would you accept... fifty percent?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! I won't have such half-hearted bluffing in my courtroom!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor. Might I recommend that the defense be penalized with one-hundred-percent severity?
Judge:
Oh, I intend to, Mr. Edgeworth! You can be sure of that!
Phoenix:
Nngh... (Guess I can't say I deserved zero percent of that...)
Consult (when evidence must be presented)
Phoenix:
So, what do you think we should do now, Maya?
Maya:
That one statement sounds awfully fishy to me, Nick.
Phoenix:
... Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.
Maya:
So now it's just a matter of deciding which piece of evidence to present, right?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I'll take another look at the evidence and compare it to that statement, then.
Consult (when statements must be pressed)
Phoenix:
So... what now?
Maya:
Well, you can press the witness some more... ...and try and get new information out of them, right?
Phoenix:
Right. (Guess I'd better get down to pressing the witness, then.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Ellen Wyatt...
Guilty
Turnabout Trump
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Episode 1
Turnabout Trump
Showdown time.
...You lose.
Auuuuuuuugh!
Eeeeeeeeeek!
...I seem to be in a bit of trouble.
Something like that.
...Dead. Someone hit him. Hard.
Me? Please. The cops should be here any minute.
I'm in your hands... Should it come to that.
April 20, 9:37 AMDistrict CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Apollo:
(Panicked... Palms sweaty... I can admit it. I'm nervous.)
???:
Ah, good morning!
Apollo:
G-Good morning, sir!
Kristoph:
You look tense, Justice. Wound up tight.
Apollo:
W-Wound up, sir? No! I'm loose! I'm fine!
Kristoph:
That screeching noise... Is that your voice? I suppose it's to be expected... Your first trial, and it's a homicide. I guess "Justice" doesn't start small, eh?
Apollo:
I-I'm fine! I got up at 5 AM to do my "Chords of Steel" voice workout! I'm fine!
Kristoph:
Ah, that explains it. I did detect a certain rasping quality to your screech.
Apollo:
...*cough* (I overdid it again...)
Kristoph:
As you know, your client today is a good friend of mine. I wouldn't want to let him down... if you get my drift.
Apollo:
Drift gotten, sir! I-I'm all over that drift!
Kristoph:
As it happens, I dined with him the night of the murder. We can't let this case fall through.
Apollo:
Yes. Yes! I'm fine, sir!
Kristoph:
One more thing. Don't say you're fine quite so much. People might take you the wrong way.
Apollo:
*gulp*
Kristoph:
I'll be preparing our case. You might want to introduce yourself to the client.
Apollo:
My name is Apollo Justice. If it isn't clear already, I'm a new attorney. And today is my first trial. N-Not that I'm worried or anything! The defendant has been accused of... murder. My boss wants to help him out, of course... and so do I! I mean, there's no way he did it. Not him! No way!
???:
...
Apollo:
Whoa!
???:
...
Apollo:
Good uh, morning!
???:
... Morning. It's all up to you today.
Apollo:
(First trial: nervous. Meeting him: cardiac arrest.)
???:
...
Apollo:
... (I think I'm supposed to say something... Uh... help?)
???:
So, you're...
Apollo:
Fine! I-I'm fine!
???:
Ah... Mr. Fine, is it?
Apollo:
Uh.
???:
I did remember you having an odd name.
Apollo:
(Well, we're off to a great start.) Um... Are you sure you're OK, I mean, with me?
???:
...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin is a top-notch defense attorney. And he's your friend! So why...
???:
... You'll see.
Apollo:
Uh?
???:
You can do it. Be confident.
Apollo:
Um, I... I'm really sorry this happened to you. I mean... I mean, I...
???:
It's time. Shall we?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir! (...OK. I need to focus. First trial, here comes Justice!)
Examine evidence
Attorney's Badge
Back side
Apollo:
There's a number inscribed on the back of the badge. There are many numbers like it, but this one is mine. Proof that I'm an attorney. To tell the truth, I get a happy feeling inside just looking at it.
April 20, 10:00 AM
District CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
The court is now in session.
Payne:
The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
Apollo:
Uh, the defense is, uh, fine! I mean ready, Your Honor! (Mind going blank... Don't panic... Ack, too late!)
Judge:
Your name was... Mr. Justice? And this is your first trial?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! But I'm fine! Really!
Judge:
Are you quite sure? Your voice sounds a bit strained.
Apollo:
...*cough*
Judge:
Ahem. Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
...Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
I was under the impression that you would be heading up this case...?
Kristoph:
That was my intention, yes. However... A defense attorney must always cede to his client's wishes. And my client specifically requested Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Well, of course he wants justice! But to entrust his case to this greenhorn... Why? I do not exaggerate when I say that you're the best defense attorney in town, Mr. Gavin.
Apollo:
(OK, so Gavin's got trial experience, fine. But does he have Chords of Steel!?)
Judge:
Then let's begin. The defendant may enter the courtroom.
???:
...
Judge:
This is truly an unfortunate turn of events. I'm sorry we had to meet again under these circumstances. Long time no see, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Let's put the past behind us, shall we? These days, I'm merely Phoenix Wright, piano player.
Apollo:
(Mr. Wright... How could this have happened?)
Judge:
I won't speak of it further then. If the prosecution would be so kind as to explain the charges. Mr. Payne?
Payne:
To think, I saw you enter this room a fresh attorney, and now I'll see you leave in chains.
Phoenix:
Ah, Winston Payne. Subtle as ever, I see.
Payne:
Ahem. The crime occurred at the Borscht Bowl Club... a Russian restaurant. The defendant, Phoenix Wright, took the victim, a customer... ...and he hit him! Wham! On the head! Smack! Killed him cold.
Judge:
Hmm... A customer at the restaurant, you say? And the defendant, you say he was...?
Payne:
The pianist for the club, it seems.
Judge:
Phoenix Wright... A pianist?
Payne:
This is the weapon that took the victim's life. A bottle of grape juice. Grape juice is apparently our defendant's drink of choice.
Judge:
The court accepts the deadly bottle as evidence.
Deadly Bottle added to the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Deadly Bottle
Front side
Apollo:
Grape juice... How long has it been since I drank grape juice? Apparently, it's Mr. Wright's favorite drink. I wonder how well it goes with borscht?
Bottom of bottle
Apollo:
The bottle is completely empty.
Kristoph:
Something to note, Justice. All evidence is filed in the Court Record. Make a practice of checking it frequently.
Apollo:
The Court Record... Right! I've heard of that!
Kristoph:
Use the Court Record Button to look at the evidence so far. I'm confident in your ability to handle this.
Apollo:
(Right, the Court Record Button. Sounds like it's time for some hands-on action!)
Judge:
So, the victim was a customer at this restaurant. But just who was this, erm, "Shadi Smith" fellow?
Payne:
We believe he was a traveler, Your Honor.
Judge:
A... traveler?
Payne:
According to his passport, he had been out of the country for a number of years. He had only returned to this country recently, though his place of residence is unclear.
Judge:
And he had some sort of connection with the defendant?
Payne:
...That, too, is unclear at present, Your Honor. We believe they first met at the Borscht Bowl Club on the night of the crime.
Judge:
If they had only just met, then why murder? Perhaps the victim slighted the defendant's piano playing?
Payne:
That doesn't appear to have been the case. No, the motive had nothing to do with the defendant's lack of playing skill. At least not piano playing. I'll let this photo explain what I mean. As we can see, a game of poker was in progress at the scene of the crime.
Judge:
Wait a second! Isn't poker gambling? That's a crime in and of itself!
Payne:
Indeed. It appears our defendant... ...has fallen to become the basest sort of criminal!
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
It is true that the defendant was engaged in a game of poker with the victim. Yet it was only that: a game, in the purest sense. A competition, Your Honor.
Payne:
A... competition?
Kristoph:
Yes, a test of wits, a silent clash of passions... Only the cards, their backs wreathed in blue flame, know its final outcome.
Judge:
... Er, come again?
Payne:
The cards on the table had blue backs, Your Honor. I believe the defense was waxing poetic in an attempt to mystify those present... ...and impress women.
Judge:
That will be our first order of business here then: To find out more about this fatal game of cards.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Very well, Defendant.
Judge:
You will testify to the court about the poker competition held the night of the crime.
Phoenix:
...My pleasure.
Apollo:
(This is it, my first trial! Here goes nothing!)
Witness Testimony
-- The Competition --
Phoenix:
I am a pianist by trade... yet I can hardly play at all.
My real job is to take on interested customers over at the poker table.
The room where we play and the competition in there are the club's main attractions.
The rules are simple: we play a game of poker using two decks of cards.
That's all it is... a game. And our customers are happy.
Judge:
...Hmm. A pianist who can't play piano?
Payne:
Better than a defense attorney who can't defend.
Judge:
... Very well. The defense may begin the cross-examination.
Apollo:
R-Right, Your Honor! (My first cross-examination! Don't blow it!)
Kristoph:
Are you alright? You're sweating bullets.
Apollo:
Bullets...!? Where!?
Kristoph:
It's a figure of speech, Justice. Your voice sounds strained and raspy, too.
Apollo:
My brain feels strained and raspy, sir.
Kristoph:
You've watched me perform cross-examinations many times. Though you've never done one yourself, have you? Care for a refresher?
Apollo:
(What to do? Should I ask Mr. Gavin for a refresher course in cross-examination?)
Refresher course, please!
Apollo:
(Better safe than sorry, especially this early in the game!) Yes, teach me! I know nothing!
Kristoph:
Indeed. Your job, Justice, is to be mindful of the Court Record and the testimony. Look for inconsistencies in the testimony with what the Court Record tells you. When you've found an inconsistency... That's when you present the conflicting evidence from the Court Record!
Apollo:
But I didn't hear anything strange at all in the testimony just now...
Kristoph:
A good sign that you need to press the witness for more information.
Apollo:
Press... him?
Kristoph:
Don't let the fact that he's a remarkable man hold you back. Get more information!
Apollo:
(Uh... But isn't Mr. Wright my client?)
Kristoph:
Well? Think you can do it?
Apollo:
Yes! Thank you, sir! I think I can do it!
Kristoph:
I think you'd better, or we're going to have a problem. Just remember...
Leads to:
"Find any inconsistencies, any lies in the testimony, and reveal them to the court."
No thanks
Apollo:
No need for help here, sir! I think I've got this one covered!
Kristoph:
I think you'd better do more than think. You know it, or you do not.
Apollo:
(I'm fine! The Chords of Steel are ready for battle! My weapons: press and present...)
Leads to:
"Find any inconsistencies, any lies in the testimony, and reveal them to the court."
Kristoph:
Find any inconsistencies, any lies in the testimony, and reveal them to the court. That is cross-examination. Learn it. Know it. Do it.
Apollo:
("Inconsistencies"? "Lies"? Phoenix Wright...? As if! Phoenix Wright would never lie, and it's up to me to prove it.)
Judge:
The defense may begin the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- The Competition --
Phoenix:
I am a pianist by trade... yet I can hardly play at all.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You can hardly play...?
Phoenix:
Oh, I play sometimes. When customers demand it. So I play them one song. That's usually all they want.
Apollo:
(Was that supposed to be a boast just now...)
Phoenix:
The title of "pianist" is a mask -- a respectable face I wear for the world at large.
Judge:
Then why are you really at the Borscht Bowl Club?
Phoenix:
My real job is to take on interested customers over at the poker table.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
They pay you just to play poker?
Phoenix:
That would seem to be the case. I am a professional, after all.
Payne:
Bah! Do I detect pride in that statement? It's just hard for an honest, hard-working member of society like me to imagine...
Phoenix:
Yes. Your imagination was always a bit limited, Winston.
Payne:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
I've played poker for seven years in that little room. And I've never. Lost. Once.
Apollo:
Wha--?
Phoenix:
You see why the customers come now? "Defeat the undefeated poker champion"... It's quite a draw. That is, I'm quite a draw.
Apollo:
Wait, you've never lost once? Not even one time!?
Phoenix:
As I said, I'm a professional.
Apollo:
(He's played poker for seven years and not lost once... Is that even possible!?)
After pressing third and fourth statements
Judge:
This competition you're talking about... I believe the court understands the nature of the game sufficiently.
Apollo:
Th-That's right! It was a simple game, after all!
Judge:
Are you sure?
Apollo:
Huh?
Judge:
People are not murdered over "simple games", Mr. Justice. Defendant. You were in the room the very moment that the crime occurred... Yet you claim no connection to the crime?
Phoenix:
... Now that's strange.
Judge:
What's strange?
Phoenix:
I was testifying about the competition that night. Asking me about the crime at this point is against the rules, Your Honor. Of course, I expected to hear a cry of "Objection!" from the defense...
Apollo:
Ack! (Argh! I completely let that one slip by!)
Kristoph:
Don't despair yet, Justice.
Apollo:
S-Sir?
Kristoph:
Wright. There's something I'd like made clear. Namely, your connection to the case at hand. And I'd like to hear it from you.
Phoenix:
... Sure, why not?
Judge:
Very well. The defendant will amend his testimony.
Apollo:
(Just one little press... ...and I've got myself a whole new testimony!)
Adds statement "I plead silence regarding the murder. But I will say I never touched the murder weapon."
Phoenix:
The room where we play and the competition in there are the club's main attractions.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
The room in the crime scene photo... is an attraction?
Phoenix:
It has quite a history, actually. The Borscht Bowl Club used to be a gathering spot for black market types back in the day.
Apollo:
B-Black market?
Phoenix:
All in the past. Things like the black market are only on the silver screen nowadays. Suffice it to say that there were a lot of deals being made under the table. Right there in that room.
Judge:
A smoky room, gambling hoods. You know... Just looking at this picture makes me feel "bad"!
Phoenix:
The bosses gather around the table, cutting deals, safe from the eyes of the law... Meanwhile, a goon keeps watch through the small window... I can practically picture it now.
Apollo:
(That window does look like it would be good for keeping a look-out but little else.)
Phoenix:
The room had a few other tricks to it... Though it was common knowledge to our regulars. At any rate, they come to play poker in a room steeped in history. Despite the dark past, it was all just good, clean fun.
After pressing second and fourth statements
Judge:
This competition you're talking about... I believe the court understands the nature of the game sufficiently.
Apollo:
Th-That's right! It was a simple game, after all!
Judge:
Are you sure?
Apollo:
Huh?
Judge:
People are not murdered over "simple games", Mr. Justice. Defendant. You were in the room the very moment that the crime occurred... Yet you claim no connection to the crime?
Phoenix:
... Now that's strange.
Judge:
What's strange?
Phoenix:
I was testifying about the competition that night. Asking me about the crime at this point is against the rules, Your Honor. Of course, I expected to hear a cry of "Objection!" from the defense...
Apollo:
Ack! (Argh! I completely let that one slip by!)
Kristoph:
Don't despair yet, Justice.
Apollo:
S-Sir?
Kristoph:
Wright. There's something I'd like made clear. Namely, your connection to the case at hand. And I'd like to hear it from you.
Phoenix:
... Sure, why not?
Judge:
Very well. The defendant will amend his testimony.
Apollo:
(Just one little press... ...and I've got myself a whole new testimony!)
Adds statement "I plead silence regarding the murder. But I will say I never touched the murder weapon."
Phoenix:
The rules are simple: we play a game of poker using two decks of cards.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Two decks of cards?
Phoenix:
A simple measure to prevent cheating. If you alternate two decks, no one can slip in cards.
Judge:
There's something else I noticed... In addition to the cards on the table, there are some lying scattered on the floor.
Kristoph:
Precisely. Cards on the table, cards upon the floor... Each one forming a complete deck. A crime scene painted blue by a sad sweep of cards... It's poetic, really.
Phoenix:
Incidentally, we used two types of cards at the club. One deck of cards was red. The other blue.
Judge:
Hmm... As I recall, in poker you make five-card "hands". I can see how it would be easy to cheat.
Phoenix:
Heh... Yes. A game of "hands".
Apollo:
...?
After pressing second and third statements
Judge:
This competition you're talking about... I believe the court understands the nature of the game sufficiently.
Apollo:
Th-That's right! It was a simple game, after all!
Judge:
Are you sure?
Apollo:
Huh?
Judge:
People are not murdered over "simple games", Mr. Justice. Defendant. You were in the room the very moment that the crime occurred... Yet you claim no connection to the crime?
Phoenix:
... Now that's strange.
Judge:
What's strange?
Phoenix:
I was testifying about the competition that night. Asking me about the crime at this point is against the rules, Your Honor. Of course, I expected to hear a cry of "Objection!" from the defense...
Apollo:
Ack! (Argh! I completely let that one slip by!)
Kristoph:
Don't despair yet, Justice.
Apollo:
S-Sir?
Kristoph:
Wright. There's something I'd like made clear. Namely, your connection to the case at hand. And I'd like to hear it from you.
Phoenix:
... Sure, why not?
Judge:
Very well. The defendant will amend his testimony.
Apollo:
(Just one little press... ...and I've got myself a whole new testimony!)
Adds statement "I plead silence regarding the murder. But I will say I never touched the murder weapon."
Phoenix:
That's all it is... a game. And our customers are happy.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, you claim you weren't gambling?
Phoenix:
That's right. It was simply a game.
Apollo:
You didn't bet any money? Not even a little?
Phoenix:
The only thing at stake in our game... was pride itself.
Judge:
Ho ho! Well put, Mr. Wright. I've got a mind to play a hand of poker myself... The stakes: your fate!
Apollo:
(Um... Can we get back to the trial now?)
Phoenix:
I plead silence regarding the murder. But I will say I never touched the murder weapon.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
S-Silence?
Phoenix:
The defendant has the right to refuse to testify. ...I haven't forgotten everything about the law.
Apollo:
But why? That clearly puts you at a disadvantage...
Phoenix:
And it's your job to turn that around in our favor, yes?
Apollo:
(Great. Like I didn't have enough to do already...)
Kristoph:
Justice. Didn't you detect anything odd about that testimony?
Apollo:
Huh...? (Wait... Something he said did ring a little strangely. Just one thing... Now what was it!?)
Kristoph:
When you figure it out, I'd suggest presenting evidence. Evidence that contradicts the testimony.
Apollo:
(A contradiction in Mr. Wright's testimony? But why!? I'd better check the Court Record.)
Present Deadly Bottle
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So you say you didn't touch the murder weapon... this grape juice bottle?"
Apollo:
(I can't imagine Mr. Wright lying in a testimony...)
Kristoph:
Isn't it a little early to be jumping to conclusions? This is your first cross-examination. Take it slow. If you need more information, don't forget to press.
Apollo:
R-Right! I got it! I'm fine! (Time to listen to that testimony again.)
Apollo:
So you say you didn't touch the murder weapon... this grape juice bottle? ...Right?
Phoenix:
So I said.
Apollo:
...
Judge:
Something the matter, Mr. Justice?
Payne:
Hee hee hee... Too bad our new defense attorney never learned how to play dumb!
Judge: 
What's this, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
I examined the bottle in question, you see. And it was covered with the defendant's fingerprints!
Apollo:
Objection!
Judge:
No need to shout, Mr. Justice! I can hear you just fine!
Apollo:
Aha ha ha...
Kristoph:
Excess yelling can damage the judge's ears... and our case.
Apollo:
(B-But what about my Chords of Steel...?) Any... Anyway! What's so strange about fingerprints on a bottle in a restaurant?
Judge:
Well, that's true. The prints alone don't prove he did it--
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Oh, they wouldn't prove a thing... if they were normal fingerprints!
Apollo:
...Huh!?
Payne:
But the fingerprints on the murder weapon were upside-down!
Judge:
"Upside-down"? What does that mean?
Payne:
It means he was holding the bottle inverted! And there can be only one reason for that! ...Yes. To brain someone with the bottle!
Apollo:
Auuuuuuuuuuuuuugh! M-Mr. Gavin! I think things just took a turn for the worse!
Kristoph:
...Oh? I see no problem, Justice.
Apollo:
Huh?
Kristoph:
The only thing that matters is the truth. There's a good reason for everything. You'll see.
Judge:
Defendant! Can you explain your fingerprints on this bottle to the court!?
Phoenix:
... I stand by my plea of silence regarding the murder. ...For now.
Judge:
Hmm... Not very cooperative, are you? This could hurt your case.
Payne:
I'm sure he's uncooperative because he's hiding something! There must be some reason...
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
...Your Honor. You seem to have forgotten something.
Judge:
And what might that be, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
On the night of the crime, who was it who reported the murder to the police?
Judge:
Reported...?
Payne:
Well, that was the defendant, Mr. Wright. But still, that...
Judge:
R-Really!?
Payne:
Erm, yes, well. According to the case file... The murder was reported from near the scene, by a call from the defendant's cell phone.
Apollo:
"Near" the scene...?
Payne:
Let's take a look at a diagram of the murder scene, shall we? The victim was murdered in a small room in a basement two floors down from ground level. Of course, cell phones can't get reception so far down. The defendant used the stairs in this hallway to go above ground... The call came from the first floor of the restaurant.
Judge:
I see... And this is the phone that made the call?
Wright's Cell Phone added to the Court Record.
Examine evidence
Wright's Cell Phone
Back side
Apollo:
Wow. The batteries are held in with a piece of tape... He should just buy a new one. Maybe he can't afford it... or he just doesn't care.
Kristoph:
The defendant could have just fled the scene of the crime if he so chose. Yet, he fulfilled his duty as a citizen and reported it to the authorities. And you claim he is being "uncooperative"...?
Payne:
Urk.
Apollo:
(Nice save, Mr. Gavin! I'd better not waste this!)
Kristoph:
...I think the prosecution has toyed with our client enough for the time being.
Payne:
T-Toyed? I assure you, no one is more serious about...
Kristoph:
What was it you said? The defendant was "in the room the very moment that the crime occurred". How can you possibly know this?
Judge:
That's a good question! How indeed!
Kristoph:
The answer is simple, Your Honor. The prosecution has a decisive witness.
Payne:
Hee hee hee. You're as good as they say you are.
Apollo:
(So someone else was in the room the night of the crime! That must mean they witnessed the crime...)
Kristoph:
Everything up till now has been a warm-up, Justice. Are you ready?
Judge:
Very well. The prosecution may call its first witness to the stand!
Payne:
The witness will state her name and profession.
Judge:
H-Hold on just a moment! Where's the witness?
Payne:
I surmise that she has been frightened by the defense's demonic-looking horns.
Apollo:
(So I used a little hair gel! Relax, people!)
Judge:
Have no fear! If any horns point in your direction this court will cut them off.
???:
... You... are sure?
Judge:
I swear it on my gavel! Please, come out.
Apollo:
Isn't violence against hair a crime, Your Honor?
???:
Well, if you are sure it is OK...
Judge:
Ahem. Now, the prosecution... W-W-Wait a minute! Would the prosecution care to explain the witness's... erm... paraphernalia?
Payne:
Er... yes. She is a professional, Your Honor. Those are merely the tools of her trade.
Judge:
And that would be...?
Olga:
My name... is Olga Orly. I am employed as waitress in Borscht Bowl Club restaurant.
Judge:
Then... why the camera?
Olga:
Of course, it is my pride to serve borscht that is naming restaurant. But I also perform -- how it is said? Other service.
Judge:
I take it one of these other services is taking the customers' pictures?
Olga:
Dah, dah. Like, for example... this one.
Judge:
Th-That's... the defendant!?
Payne:
Indeed. On the night of the murder.
Olga:
Man in white hat... is one who has gone kaput.
Judge:
Indeed... That is the victim. Order! Order! This is quite a piece of evidence to casually drop into our laps!
Olga:
It is same way as I drop cold bowls of borscht on laps of customers... casually.
Judge:
Hmm... Then the court will casually accept this new evidence.
Olga's Photo added to the Court Record.
Payne:
Now, witness. Where were you at the time of the murder?
Olga:
I was in room. The Hydeout, we call it.
Apollo:
Excuse me? The Hydeout?
Olga:
It is room where famous gangster "Badgai" was arrested. Is room where murder took place.
Apollo:
Whaaaaat!?
Olga:
Your look of utter surprise... It is lovely. I will post by courtroom door later for you! Dah, dah, photos will be numbered, and you will write which ones you want copy of.
Apollo:
(So there were three people in the room at the time of the crime... The victim, Shadi Smith, Mr. Wright, and... ...Olga Orly, our witness! ...And if Mr. Wright isn't the killer, that means...!)
Judge:
Very well, Witness! You will testify to the court about that night's events!
Witness Testimony
-- That Fateful Night --
Olga:
That night, customer asked me to deal cards for game.
It was cold... Both players played with hats on, dah.
The victim, he plays whole time with his hand on locket at his neck.
Then, last hand is done! But something terrible has happened, dah!
That man flew at victim, and is strangling him to death!
Judge:
Hmm... Incidentally, who won the game?
Payne:
Isn't it obvious? The winner was the victim... Mr. Smith!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
That's ridiculous! Um, because... Because Mr. Wright can't lose!
Kristoph:
Ahem. Justice? Maybe you can come up with a more legitimate objection?
Apollo:
But! He hadn't lost in seven years!
Payne:
Take it from me kid. It happens. I didn't lose a case my first seven years as prosecutor, either. Incidentally. I have some evidence here. These are the poker chips as they lay the very moment of the crime. The hand and chips on this side belong to the defendant, Mr. Wright. Those on the far side belonged to the victim, Mr. Smith.
Judge:
Chips... you say?
Payne:
Dah. I mean yes! Imagine that poker is war... Your hand is your army, and the chips are the spoils.
Judge:
I-I know that. After all, in my youth I was known as... ...the "Poker Head of Courtroom No. 3"!
Apollo:
(I think he means "poker face"...)
Judge:
Hmm... Looking at this picture... ...it does seem that most of the chips are on the victim's side of the table.
Chip Photo added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Very well. The defense may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- That Fateful Night --
Olga:
That night, customer asked me to deal cards for game.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You were dealing cards... Do you do this often?
Olga:
Dah, I am doing this. If customer wishes it, I serve anything. Borscht, cards, more borscht... It is my work.
Judge:
It's good to hear of a place that hasn't forgotten the meaning of service!
Olga:
Welcome you to Borscht Bowl Club, where borscht is as warm as the waitresses!
Apollo:
Thank you for NOT handing out flyers during the cross-examination.
Olga:
It was cold... Both players played with hats on, dah.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
It's already April. How could it be cold?
Olga:
At Borscht Bowl Club we have pride on authentic rustic Russian restaurant theme. Outside it is city in Spring, but inside it is always as cold as Mother Russia!
Apollo:
(No way am I going there.)
Olga:
When it comes to hot borscht, cold is best seasoning, dah?
Olga:
The victim, he plays whole time with his hand on locket at his neck.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
His "locket"...?
Olga:
I believe it was good-luck charm, dah? He gripped it many times as he played that night.
Judge:
Yes, he must have felt as though it might carry him to the moon and the stars! Though if it were small enough to fit around his neck, it wouldn't have much lift...
Apollo:
Um... The defense would like a clarification: this is a locket we're talking about? I mean, a pendant with a picture in it, right? Not a "rocket"?
Judge:
Of course! I knew that! It was probably a pendant shaped like a rocket. That's why she called it that.
Apollo:
No, a locket's a locket! It doesn't matter what shape it is.
Kristoph:
It's considered bad form to poke fun at the hard-of-hearing in our society.
Apollo:
(Hard of hearing, or hard of understanding?)
Payne:
So, what happened next?
Present Crime Photo 2
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You know, there was one curious part in her testimony just like Mr. Gavin said."
Olga:
Then, last hand is done! But something terrible has happened, dah!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Something terrible!?!?
Olga:
Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
The defense will refrain from needless shouting!
Apollo:
Er, sorry. (I need to seriously reconsider this vocal training thing...)
Payne:
Now, Ms. Orly, can you tell us what happened?
Olga:
Oh, I was so frightened! Dah, I trembled with fear!
Olga:
That man flew at victim, and is strangling him to death!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
But the defendant would never do such a thing!
Olga:
Eeeeeeeek!
Judge:
Well now, I can't say I've ever heard the defense try this tactic.
Kristoph:
If possible... Please... Refrain from embarrassing me.
Judge:
Still... Why would anyone do something like this over a game of poker?
Olga:
Perhaps it is because defendant has lost game?
Payne:
Yes! A crushing defeat for a man undefeated! So it always is with men like him. Winners make sore losers. Oh, how the mighty fall!
Present Smith's Autopsy Report
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Oh really? "Strangled", you say? That's odd.
Olga:
Dah, normal customers only choke on borscht.
Apollo:
No, I mean this report shows that the victim died of a blow to the head!
Olga:
Aaack!
Apollo:
Ms. Orly! Really now... Did you witness the crime!?
Olga:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
Hmm... Looking at the picture, it doesn't seem like he was hit. He's still wearing his hat and everything.
Payne:
Yet, it is a fact that he was hit, Your Honor. Here's a photo we took of the victim with his hat off during our investigation.
Judge:
Well, that's quite shocking, isn't it? This head certainly was hit.
Crime Photo 2 added to the Court Record.
Olga:
B-But...! I have seen it happen!
Olga:
The defendant, he lunge at victim, his neck...
Apollo:
(Oh really, Ms. Orly? I think I've caught you in your own lie this time!)
Kristoph:
...Justice. I admire your enthusiasm, but perhaps you should think this through once more.
Apollo:
Wh-What do you mean? I found a contradiction!
Kristoph:
There's one thing in her testimony that... troubles me.
Judge:
Very well. It seems we should continue the cross-examination.
Apollo:
(There's such a thing as thinking too much... This horse is dead, let's stop beating it!)
Kristoph:
There's such a thing as thinking aloud too much, too.
Changes statement from "That man flew at victim, and is strangling him to death!" to "After defendant tried to strangle victim, he hit him with bottle."
Olga:
After defendant tried to strangle victim, he hit him with bottle.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You didn't say anything about hitting before!
Olga:
S-S-S-S-So sorry! I must be forgetting this, dah!
Judge:
Witness! You will take greater care with your testimony.
Olga:
Oh dah, dah. I'm sorry, Your Honor.
Payne:
And that clears up the discrepancy with the autopsy report, I believe. The defendant made to strangle his victim, then changed his mind... ...and chose a simpler, blunter means to do the job. Yes, that sums it up nicely.
Apollo:
(So he strangled him, then hit him...? Something's fishy about all this...)
Kristoph:
Go ahead. I believe you know what it is you need to do.
Apollo:
Right, sir! Leave it to me! (There were only three people in the room at the time of the murder. The victim, Shadi Smith, Mr. Wright, and... And if Mr. Wright isn't the killer... I've got you now, Orly!)
Apollo:
(You know, there was one curious part in her testimony just like Mr. Gavin said. But what does it mean?)
Judge:
Mr. Justice, would you care to explain what it is you're thinking so intensely about?
Apollo:
Recall the testimony, Your Honor... The victim played with "his hand on locket at his neck", I believe she said?
Payne:
I hope you aren't about to raise an objection to the witness's grammar!
Apollo:
No, but look at this photograph. Do you see a locket on the victim's neck?
Kristoph:
Well done, Justice. I'm impressed. I knew you'd be able to handle this.
Apollo:
B-But what does it mean?
Judge:
If we are to believe this witness's testimony as-is... Then the locket "disappeared" following the victim's death.
Apollo:
Lockets don't just "disappear", Your Honor!
Kristoph:
It's quite simple when you think about it. If the locket is gone, someone must have taken it off, no?
Apollo:
Taken it off... Wait, you don't mean...!
Kristoph:
The defendant wasn't strangling the victim at all. He was taking off his locket! ...Wouldn't that explain it?
Judge:
Ah...!
Payne:
Urk...?
Judge:
D-Defendant! What do you have to say to this?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
... Say.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Judge:
I just noticed this, but... You have something hanging around your neck, don't you.
Phoenix:
Oh? You mean this? Yes, it's a locket... with a photograph inside. A photo... of my daughter.
Apollo:
C-Come again?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You have a daughter!?
Payne:
We confirmed it at the time of the arrest. The picture in the locket is indeed Mr. Wright's daughter.
Phoenix:
...
Apollo:
(So Mr. Wright has a locket, too...? Why don't I buy that this is just a coincidence...?)
Judge:
Well now, if the results of this poker game led to the murder... Perhaps we should hear a bit more about the outcome of the game?
Payne:
Further testimony won't really be necessary. It's clear the defendant lost. Badly.
Olga:
...
Judge:
Ms. Orly!
Judge:
You will testify to the court about the game played between the victim and the defendant!
Olga:
D-Dah...
Witness Testimony
-- Serious Competition --
Olga:
The game began with 3,500 point in chips for each man.
House chips come in two size: small and large.
The one who was winning... dah, it was victim!
For last hand, defendant play with all chips on table and lose.
The moment loss was decided, defendant grabs bottle from table and...
Judge:
Indeed... Looking at this picture... It does seem to be a one-sided game.
Payne:
As the court knows, poker was the defendant's life! Failure must have been a bitter pill to swallow!
Judge:
Ah, how many times have I heard these words: "I done it in a fit of anger, Yer Honor, and now I regret what I done". ...A common tale, but true.
Apollo:
(Methinks the judge watches too many old court movies. Mr. Wright said he hasn't lost in seven years, so this testimony must be wrong!)
Cross Examination
-- Serious Competition --
Olga:
The game began with 3,500 point in chips for each man.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Are those the usual starting points? Were any special rules used...?
Olga:
No, not special. Usual game, usual rules.
Judge:
If each man began with 3,500 points, then the total would be... Um... Exactly six, no, 7,000 points!
Apollo:
(Please, this isn't calculus. It's not even long division!)
Kristoph:
...
Present Chip Photo (after changing second statement)
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You're sure it was the victim who won?"
Olga:
House chips come in two size: small and large.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Are the chips in this photo all the chips that were used?
Olga:
Da... Dah! Of course.
Apollo:
...? (Something's fishy with these chips. Should I press harder?)
Press harder
Leads to:
"Maybe you could explain a bit about these "chips"?"
No need
Apollo:
(...Nah. ...It's her nature to be jumpy and suspicious-looking.)
Leads back to cross-examination
Apollo:
Maybe you could explain a bit about these "chips"?
Olga:
E-Explain? What is there to be explained?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Poker chips are poker chips. They're not fish and chips, not a chip off the old block, not a motorcycle cop, not a...
Apollo:
...Thanks. (Now that I've pressed her I'd better ask something...) What are these chips worth? Are they in dollars? Or rubles, even?
Olga:
...Nyet. As I have been saying before, it was game, not gambling. Hard perhaps for capitalist to understand. Two types of chip: 100 points chip and 1,000 points chip. It is not money, dah.
Kristoph:
...Justice.
Apollo:
Sir!
Kristoph:
Don't you find her comment... interesting?
Apollo:
In more ways than one, sir.
Kristoph:
I'd have it added to her testimony, myself.
Judge:
Well? Does the defense want the witness to add to her testimony?
Add to testimony
Leads to:
"Yes, I do think this deserves further scrutiny."
No need
Kristoph:
Very well... It's your trial, after all.
Apollo:
(Way to fill me with confidence...)
Judge:
Very well. The witness will resume her testimony!
Olga:
Dah, Your Honor.
Leads back to cross-examination
Apollo:
Yes, I do think this deserves further scrutiny. Add it to the testimony! (I wish I knew where I was going with this...)
Judge:
Very well. Witness, if you would be so kind?
Olga:
D-Dah, Your Honor.
Changes statement from "House chips come in two size: small and large." to "One kind of chip is worth 100 points, other kind is worth 1,000. Two kinds in all."
Olga:
One kind of chip is worth 100 points, other kind is worth 1,000. Two kinds in all.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin said this testimony is important! ...To be honest, I have no idea why.)
Judge:
...Mr. Justice? Do the court a favor and think of what you want to say before raising your hand. We are not in kindergarten.
Apollo:
Ack! Sorry! I'm fine! (I'd better think of something to ask... and quick!) Um... The two types of chips...
Olga:
Dah...?
Apollo:
Um. The small ones are 100, and the big ones 1,000... Uh? Right? Right. Of course.
Payne:
Hah! Don't waste our time!
Apollo:
*sigh* ...
Judge:
Is that all?
Apollo:
Um... Yeah. *gulp* (Great. Mr. Gavin made me stop her, and now I'm the one who looks dumb.)
Kristoph:
Oh, Justice? Please try not to embarrass me like that.
Apollo:
Huh? Who? Me!?
Kristoph:
There's a clear contradiction in the information you have in your hands.
Apollo:
(What...!?)
Kristoph:
It's a simple matter of calculation. Go on, try it. We're not in kindergarten, after all.
Apollo:
("Calculation"...?)
Present Chip Photo
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You're sure it was the victim who won?"
Olga:
The one who was winning... dah, it was victim!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You're telling me that Mr. Wright, undefeated for seven whole years, was losing?
Olga:
Dah. It must have been most unlucky day for him. I am glad I did not take other picture of him. It would break camera, certainly. The chips, they went always to victim's side of table.
Payne:
So you're telling us it was a one-sided game?
Olga:
Dah. One-sided, and...
Present Chip Photo (after changing second statement)
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"You're sure it was the victim who won?"
Olga:
For last hand, defendant play with all chips on table and lose.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
"Last hand"?
Olga:
It was largest points of any hand. The defendant's hand, it was excellent. He try to use it to take victory from behind.
Judge:
It appears that both the defendant and the victim's hands are in this picture. That is truly an excellent hand. However, so is the victim's...
Olga:
One with highest number wins, so defendant loses.
Payne:
The victim, Mr. Smith, had a stronger hand than the defendant and crushed him. I believe that explains what occurred next.
Olga:
Once cards laid down on table, it happened...
Olga:
The moment loss was decided, defendant grabs bottle from table and...
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
And...? What happened next!?
Olga:
...Even to think of it now, I shake and tremble, dah! I did not believe such thing would happen!
Apollo:
What "such thing"!?
Olga:
Please, you must believe! I had no idea... How could such thing occur!?
Apollo:
What "such thing"!?
Olga:
...Ny-Nyet! ...Nyet, nyet, nyet! The defendant had been hitting v-victim!!! Dah, I saw it all happen, right before me... I saw bottle coming down on victim's head!
Payne:
Decisive, isn't it, Your Honor? My witness saw the very moment of the crime!
Judge:
Hmm...
Kristoph:
Remember, your first goal is to gather information!
Apollo:
Yes, sir! (Look out contradiction, here comes Justice!)
Apollo:
You're sure it was the victim who won? Absolutely sure?
Olga:
...!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
It seems our new attorney is a bit confused... A glance at the picture is enough to tell you who won! If you're not in kindergarten.
Judge:
Um... Just for safety's sake, could you explain the problem to the court?
Apollo:
Of course, Your Honor. In this photo I see small chips and I see large chips. Tell me.. which were worth 1,000 points?
Payne:
Why, the big ones of course! Duh!
Apollo:
Oh, I thought so too... but then the totals don't add up.
Payne:
Th-The totals...?
Apollo:
Let's review what the witness told us: Each man started with 3,500 points in chips. And the combined total value of the chips was 7,000 points.
Judge:
Yes... if my calculations are correct! Let's see, three plus one, carry the five...
Apollo:
Um, they are, Your Honor. Now! Look at this photo that allegedly shows all the chips. If the big chips are worth 1,000 points, and the small chips are worth 100... And you add them up...
Payne:
How much is it!?
Apollo:
(Do it yourself... You aren't in kindergarten, are you?) ...10,600 points. The chips don't add up! This clearly contradicts the witness's testimony!
Payne:
B-But why!? How could this be!?
Kristoph:
Exactly... Justice. Now that you know the "what", you must determine the "why".
Apollo:
(Right... There's only one possible way to explain this contradiction!)
Starting points were wrong
Apollo:
This calculation makes the answer clear! If the total combined points at the table was 10,600... Then each man started the night with 5,300 points!
Judge:
Five thousand three hundred... That's a rather half-baked score at which to start a game.
Kristoph:
Justice... Would different starting points really change anything?
Apollo:
Eh?
Judge:
It seems the defense's objection was even more half-baked than the score!
Apollo:
(Uh oh... Time to head back into the kitchen!)
Leads back to:
"Right... There's only one possible way to explain this contradiction!)"
Chip count was wrong
Apollo:
The odd thing here is the number of chips... Right, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
...Why are you asking me?
Apollo:
Uh... Just in case?
Kristoph:
Justice... It's your case I'm concerned about. If you're wondering about the chips, just look at the photograph. It's all there. Even our judge with his failing eyesight could count them.
Apollo:
(That's not the only thing failing the judge.)
Judge:
...Let me ask you again.
Leads back to:
"Right... There's only one possible way to explain this contradiction!)"
Both were right
Leads to:
"Each man began the game with 3,500 points."
Apollo:
Each man began the game with 3,500 points. If all the chips are indeed shown in this photograph... Then there can be only one answer.
Judge: 
Well, what is it?
Apollo:
The value of the chips... was the other way around!
Payne:
Wh-What!?
Apollo:
Want to know what I think? The small chips were worth 1,000 points, not the big ones!
Payne:
Madness! Utter madness!
Judge:
Show me that photograph of the chips again! ...There are six small chips, and ten large chips... Why, that does make 7,000 points when you add them up!
Kristoph:
Excellent work, Justice. It's almost as though you figured it out by yourself.
Apollo:
Well... I'm just glad I was the one who said it.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
B-But wait! The value of the chips may be different, but that changes nothing!!!
Judge:
Indeed.. The victim did have the larger number of chips still. ... Ah!
Apollo:
...Exactly. If the small chips are 1,000 points, and the large chips are 100... Let's do a little math. Add up the points for each side of the table!
Payne:
Ah... Auuuuuuuuuuuuugh!
Judge:
The victim, Mr. Smith, had 2,900 points, and the defendant had... 4,100 points!
Apollo:
Well now... It seems that Mr. Wright was winning that night after all!
Payne:
That's... impossible!
Apollo:
My client had even less reason to kill the victim! After all... he was winning!
Payne:
Yeeeaaaargh!
Apollo:
Now... Ms. Orly. You must have known the true value of the chips. Since you were there at the scene of the crime... weren't you?
Olga:
Ah... Eeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
Order! Order!!! It appears our defendant has lost his "motive". And Mr. Wright's supposed defeat... never happened.
Payne:
Nnn... nunngk!
Judge:
We must now ask ourselves whether we can trust the witness's testimony at--
Hold it!
Judge:
E-Excuse me? What is it, Ms. Orly?
Olga:
I... I did not want to be saying this, but... Actually, you see, erm...
Payne:
See what, Ms. Orly!? What do we see!?
Olga:
In the last hand, there was cheat!
Payne:
A ch-cheat? You... You don't mean... ...a trick!?
Judge:
Wait, or do you mean... ..a scam!?
Apollo:
(They're all the same thing!)
Olga:
Yes, there was cheat in last hand... That is why game ends with chips as they are!
Apollo:
(Great... Just great... First we have lying... now cheating...)
Kristoph:
Well, this case certainly has taken a turn... ...for the interesting!
Judge:
Witness! You will please testify to the court! Tell us about this cheating in the final hand!
Witness Testimony
-- The Final Hand--
Olga:
The last hand... both men had "full house".
There is four of each card in deck, from ace to king.
If you look at both men's hands, cheat is more obvious!
The next moment, game becomes argument, dah! The defendant's trick was exposed!
He took bottle in his hand... Poor Mr. Smith!
Apollo:
Ms. Orly! Why did you not tell the court about this from the very beginning!?
Olga:
...
Apollo:
(I thought I smelled a cover-up here... Well folks, it's time to throw back the covers!)
Judge:
Hmm... A full house is a very high-scoring hand. Not easy to make, in my experience.
Payne:
That alone is enough to suspect less-than-scrupulous tactics.
Apollo:
Um... Mr. Gavin? What's a full house?
Payne:
Lawyers these days... You don't know your poker?
Judge:
I can't say this bodes well for your case... or career.
Apollo:
(What is this, some kind of secret court poker ring!?)
Kristoph:
...Justice. You know the terms "one pair", "two pair", and "three of a kind", yes?
Apollo:
Uh, yeah! No problem! Two cards with the same number makes a pair, and three makes a three of a kind!
Kristoph:
Good. Now picture a hand with one pair, and one three of a kind. That's a full house.
Apollo:
(Hmm... That doesn't sound very easy to make, does it.)
Payne:
You can see each player's hand in this photo.
Apollo:
(Wow... They both have full houses!)
Payne:
We forget, there's an easy way to make a full house... and go undefeated for seven years. You cheat.
Judge:
Ahem. The defense may cross-examine the witness.
Apollo:
(If he did cheat in the last hand, that still leaves one important question... Mr. Wright lost that hand. Who's ever heard of a professional con man losing when they cheat!?)
Cross Examination
-- The Final Hand--
Olga:
The last hand... both men had "full house".
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Just how hard is it to make a full house, anyway?
Olga:
It is quite hard, dah. It is making a pair and a three of kind at same time!
Apollo:
... I guess that's right.
Judge:
Very difficult, to be sure. You can take my word as the "Poker Head of Courtroom No. 3"!
Olga:
Very difficult, dah. But is not impossible.
Apollo:
(OK. Full house: Hard. This line of questioning: A waste of time.)
Olga:
There is four of each card in deck, from ace to king.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Four of each card, you say?
Olga:
Dah. There is one spade, one diamond, one heart, and one club for each card. It is interesting fact that this number "four" comes from number of seasons!
Apollo:
Huh, you don't say.
Judge:
Ah, and did you know that the cards are numbered 1-13? Add all the cards in a deck and you get 364... a year!
Apollo:
Huh, you don't say. (Isn't that one day short?)
Payne:
That's why each deck has two jokers. They say the second joker stands for the leap year. Thus you have a perfect representation of the year... all in a deck of cards!
Apollo:
Huh, you don't say. (We're going to be in this courtroom for a year if it keeps going like this!)
Olga:
If you look at both men's hands, cheat is more obvious!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
How was it "clear"?
Olga:
Dah, well... the defendant... ...he played a fifth ace!
Apollo:
A f-fifth ace!?
Olga:
I still remember both hands very well. Mr. Smith's hand has three aces... ...and Mr. Wright's two.
Payne:
Obviously, cheating was afoot! Or perhaps I should say... a hand!
Kristoph:
Your Honor... perhaps this can be added to the testimony? Without Mr. Payne's joke.
Judge:
Very well. The witness will add this detail to her testimony, please.
Changes statement from "If you look at both men's hands, cheat is more obvious!" to "Mr. Smith's hand has three aces, and Mr. Wright's two. ...It is five aces in all."
Olga:
Mr. Smith's hand has three aces, and Mr. Wright's two. ...It is five aces in all.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
A fifth ace...?
Olga:
Dah! It should not exist, no? I still remember both hands very well. Mr. Smith's hand has three aces... ...and Mr. Wright's two.
Judge:
Well, where did this card come from then?
Payne:
...Perhaps we should ask the defendant that very question! Adding cards to a deck is no less serious a taboo than... Than forging evidence in a court of law!
Apollo:
Nnnk...!
Kristoph:
Now... Perhaps it's time for you to say something, Justice?
Apollo:
You bet! I've no intention of staying quiet! Not me! No sir! (...I'd better find some contradicting evidence fast!)
Present Chip Photo
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"It appears the witness is mistaken..."
Olga:
The next moment, game becomes argument, dah! The defendant's trick was exposed!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Do you recall what the men were arguing about?
Olga:
Dah, I believe so... The victim, he shouts, "you are cheater!" and then... ...the defendant shouts something like, "I have objection!"
Payne:
Shouting objection, eh? Old habits are hard to break! First he bluffed his way through the courtroom, now he bluffs his way through life!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
However! Mr. Wright lost the hand! That seems to cast the shadow of doubt on Mr. Smith!
Olga:
Humiliation from losing even when cheating... That is what set fire to defendant's heart!
Judge:
So what did the flaming defendant do next?
Olga:
He took bottle in his hand... Poor Mr. Smith!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
By bottle, are you referring to... this?
Olga:
...Dah. The defendant uses this bottle to... to... *sob*
Payne:
This behavior is an admission of cheating by the defendant.
Judge:
Hmm... But why use a grape juice bottle?
Payne:
You'd be surprised at what can be used as a weapon.
Olga:
This juice is recommended drink of Borscht Bowl Club, dah. This year's vintage is remarkable for its hefty flavor.
Apollo:
(Hefty enough to brain a grown man, apparently.)
Apollo:
(First she says it was a serious competition, now she says there was cheating...)
Kristoph:
Justice... Notice anything odd? Her testimony keeps changing. Now she says the defendant cheated.
Apollo:
Actually, yes! I had noticed that!
Kristoph:
Let's get the truth about this "cheating" first, shall we?
Apollo:
Right! Leave it to me!
Apollo:
It appears the witness is mistaken...
Olga:
Miss... Taken? But my name...
Apollo:
Look, this piece of evidence clearly contradicts what you said in your testimony!
Judge:
That's... the photo of the chips, is it not?
Kristoph:
Justice. Perhaps you ought to explain your point in a way that the judge can comprehend... In other words, use your finger to "point" out your point!
Judge:
Yes... Please point out the contradiction in this photo. What particular "point" contradicts the witness's testimony?
Present victim's cards
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Orly, in your testimony, you made the following claim:"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Why, it's here, of course!
Judge:
It's... where?
Kristoph:
Where is that you're pointing?
Apollo:
Where... Uhm... Good question!
Judge:
We've already heard today on the dangers of bluffing.
Apollo:
Er, sorry, Your Honor. (I'd better rethink this.)
Judge:
I think you'd best point out your point again.
Leads back to:
"What particular "point" contradicts the witness's testimony?"
Apollo:
Ms. Orly, in your testimony, you made the following claim: "Mr. Smith's hand has three aces"... But as you can clearly see, the victim's hand only held two aces!
Olga:
Eeeeeeeek!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Well... Well maybe the witness was simply confused! Perhaps it was the defendant's hand that held the third ace in question...
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Take another look at the evidence! As you can see, the defendant also had two aces in his hand. Where's this fifth ace? I see cheating alright, and it's going on right here in this courtroom!
Judge:
Two aces in each player's hand does make four aces total. Hardly proof of cheating...
Olga:
Wait! Please! It is true... I have seen it! The fifth ace! There was cheating, I swear to you.
Apollo:
(That's odd... She must be lying, yet she's the most sincere I've seen her all day.)
Kristoph:
You're right to trust your instincts...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Who knows what lies in store for us in the trial ahead... Your Honor, if I may. I have a suggestion...
Judge:
What might that be, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
If you don't mind... ...perhaps we might examine the actual cards?
Judge:
The cards...?
Kristoph:
Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Urk. Yes?
Kristoph:
The players' hands that night were set aside as evidence, were they not? The defense would like to request that the cards be shown to the court.
Judge:
Very well, the prosecution will submit this evidence! Which will you examine?
Judge:
The victim's cards... or the defendant's cards?
Apollo:
(If these cards don't prove cheating was going on, nothing will! Now... which of these hands is more suspicious?)
View victim's hand
Apollo:
(It was the victim's hand that "changed" over the course of the witness's testimony...) The defense requests time to examine Mr. Smith's cards.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Payne, if you would...
Payne:
...Very well.
Received evidence: Victim's Hand.
Kristoph:
Well, time's a wasting. Get to it, Justice.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Kristoph:
When examining evidence, be sure to view it from all sides and angles. Try using the dials on the evidence viewer. That should give you a better perspective on the case.
Apollo:
(OK... Let's do this!)
Examine red cards
Apollo:
The card backs are red... For some reason I thought that they were using blue cards in that final hand... Didn't you, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Huh? Oh, hmm. Which was it now...
Examine blue card
Leads to:
"Wh-What...!?"
Go back
Judge:
Well, has the defense found anything of relevance?
Apollo:
(Uh... I think I found out that I found nothing out.)
Kristoph:
Perhaps you'd best examine the defendant's cards... before leaping to any conclusions. Or maybe you'd rather examine these cards one more time?
Apollo:
(Well? Do I examine the other hand of cards?)
Examine the other hand
Apollo:
(Guess I'll examine Mr. Wright's cards.) Your Honor! The defense requests time to examine Mr. Wright's hand!
Judge:
Granted, but make it quick, Mr. Justice.
Received evidence: Wright's Hand.
Apollo:
(Don't worry, Justice is always swift!)
Leads to Wright's Hand examination
Examine this hand again
Apollo:
(No... According to the testimony, it was the victim's hand that changed. Better take a closer look!)
Leads back to Victim's Hand examination
View defendant's hand
Apollo:
(Let's start with Mr. Wright's hand.) The defense would like to view the defendant's hand.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Payne! Your evidence.
Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
Received evidence: Wright's Hand.
Kristoph:
Well now... Let's see what we have here.
Apollo:
Right... Right, sir!
Kristoph:
When examining evidence, be sure to view it from all sides and angles. Try using the dials on the evidence viewer. That should give you a better perspective on the case.
Apollo:
(OK... Let's do this!)
Examine red cards
Apollo:
The card backs are red... For some reason I thought that they were using blue cards in that final hand... Didn't you, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Huh? Oh, hmm. Which was it now...
Go back
Judge:
Well, has the defense found anything they would like to share with the court?
Apollo:
(Uh... Not unless you count utter confusion.)
Kristoph:
Perhaps you'd best examine the victim's cards next? Of course, you can always give these cards another look.
Apollo:
(Well? Do I examine the other hand of cards?)
Examine the other hand
Apollo:
(Guess I'll examine the victim's cards...) Your Honor! The defense requests time to examine Mr. Smith's hand!
Judge:
Granted, but make it quick, Mr. Justice.
Received evidence: Victim's Hand.
Apollo:
(Don't worry, Justice is always swift!)
Leads to Victim's Hand examination
Examine this hand again
Apollo:
(Maybe I missed something the first time... Better check them again.)
Leads back to Wright's Hand examination
Apollo:
(Wh-What...!?) Your Honor! Look at this! One of the victim's cards... The back is a different color!
Examine evidence
Victim's Hand
Cards with red back
Apollo:
The card backs are red... For some reason I thought they were using blue-backed cards in the final hand...
Card with blue back
Apollo:
Only one of cards has a blue back... I'm much more of a red guy myself. Blue is so... not red, you know?
Payne:
Eh...? Ehhhhhh!?
Olga:
Th-That's impossible! But I put that card in Wright's hand... Ack!
Kristoph:
...What was that, Ms. Orly?
Olga:
No... Ny-Nyet! Er, I merely said, eh... Dah, I have, eek!
Kristoph:
Your Honor?
Judge:
M-Mr. Gavin, yes?
Kristoph:
Tell me, what is the easiest way to cheat at poker?
Judge:
To... cheat?
Kristoph:
I'll tell you. One merely needs a friend, a "comrade", shall we say... The dealer!
Judge:
Ah... Ah!
Apollo:
Wait, so you mean... This witness... Ms. Orly...
Kristoph:
She's the cheater. A professional, I'd wager.
Olga:
Nyeeeeeeaaaaargh!
Judge:
Order! Order!!!
Apollo:
(Focus, Justice! Time to take advantage of her! ...I mean, of her mistake!) Your Honor! Please recall the testimony we just heard!
Olga:
Th-That's impossible! But I put that card in Wright's hand...
Apollo:
...Ergo! Ms. Olga Orly conspired to cheat, not with my client... ...but with the victim, Mr. Shadi Smith!
Olga:
Ooooooogh!
Apollo:
Not only did she cheat, she cheated poorly! Therefore! It's not hard to imagine an altercation between her and the victim...
Payne:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Wait, you don't mean... The defense isn't accusing the witness, Ms. Olga Orly... are you?
Apollo:
(Time for Justice! There were three people in the room at the time of the incident. And if Mr. Wright isn't guilty, that means...) ...I am! The defense accuses the witness, Ms. Olga Orly, of murder!
Olga:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
...Mr. Payne. Where is your witness, Ms. Olga Orly?
Payne:
Erm, it appears she has lost, eh, consciousness, Your Honor.
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Your Honor!
Judge:
It seems you've presented a new possibility to the court. One suggesting a connection between the witness and the victim, Mr. Smith.
Apollo:
And that means...!?
Judge:
The court cannot pronounce a verdict for the defendant at this time!
Payne:
Nnk...! What!?
Apollo:
(I did it! I held out!)
Judge:
I see no point in prolonging the trial this day. The prosecution will need to make further inquiries...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Apollo:
M-Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
...You can't end the trial here, Your Honor. Not yet.
Payne:
What nonsense is the defendant spewing now!?
Phoenix:
Think. One of the cards had a different colored back. Don't you wonder what it means?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Wh-What are you doing, Mr. Wright!? Raising objections right when you're about to get off the hook!? Ridiculous!
Judge:
Mr. Payne, you of all people should know... Mr. Wright has a talent... for the ridiculous! Perhaps we should get to the bottom of things. Let's clear up the facts about the game that fateful night.
Phoenix:
As was said before... We alternated between two decks of cards that night.
Payne:
That was said before!
Phoenix:
The two decks at the club have different colored backs: Blue... and red. One color per deck.
Apollo:
Why use different colored backs?
Phoenix:
If we used the same color, the two decks might get mixed.
Apollo:
(Um, you used different colors and they STILL got mixed up.)
Phoenix:
We used the red deck for the last game.
Judge:
Hmm... I see. But... that's odd. For some reason... I have this impression that you were using the blue cards!
Apollo:
(Yeah, me too... I'm sure someone said something about blue cards...)
Payne:
Whatever. In the end one card of the wrong color got into the mix... Which means there was cheating.
Phoenix:
Yes, a card slipped into the deck would seem to indicate cheating... Yet... this card raises two serious questions. ...Apollo?
Apollo:
Y-Yes?
Phoenix:
Let's consider the first question, shall we? Think. In the last game... when was the card swapped?
Apollo:
("When"...?)
Phoenix:
There are three broad possibilities here. It could have been swapped before the murder, during the murder... or after the murder.
Payne:
Well, yeah! Thanks for the news bulletin, Mr. Wright! Of course it was swapp--
Phoenix:
Oh? It might be as simple as you think, Mr. Payne. Or it might not be.
Payne:
Nnnk!
Phoenix:
I'd like to hear what Apollo thinks first... When do you think the cards were swapped?
Apollo:
(When was the card swapped into the deck?)
Before the murder
Apollo:
Well, it must have happened before the murder.
Judge:
You mean, during the game?
Phoenix:
I wonder...
Apollo:
Huh? Why?
Phoenix:
Think. When you're playing poker... ...which side of the cards face your opponent?
Apollo:
Ack! The back...
Judge:
Not something the "Poker Head of Courtroom No. 3" would be likely to miss!
Apollo:
Sorry, let me think about this some more...
Leads back to:
"When was the card swapped into the deck?"
During the murder
Apollo:
Well... weren't they swapped during the murder?
Judge:
"During" the murder? Tell me, exactly when is that?
Apollo:
Huh? Well, the very moment of the act, I guess...
Phoenix:
Would that be the moment the cards were shown?
Kristoph:
Or perhaps the moment when the cheater was revealed?
Judge:
Or maybe the very moment the bottle came down on Mr. Smith's head?
Apollo:
... Uh... could I have a moment?
Judge:
That "moment" could cost you this case!
Apollo:
Sorry... Let me rethink this.
Leads back to:
"When was the card swapped into the deck?"
After the murder
Leads to:
"Perhaps it happened... after the murder?"
Apollo:
Perhaps it happened... after the murder?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Wh-What's that? Ridiculous! What's the point of cheating after the hands have been shown? That's silly!
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Yes! But tell me... How do you swap cards during the game!? I'll take "silly" over "impossible".
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Take it from me, son. There's a lot of silly in this world, but very little impossible.
Apollo:
Oh? Even when the backs of the cards are a different color!? If you pulled that during the game, you'd be caught in no time!
Judge:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Quite true. That would mean that the blue card in question... ...was swapped after the hands were shown, after the murder!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
OK, this is going past silly and straight on to crazy. I ask again: what's the point of cheating after the game's over!? Who would do that!?
Phoenix:
Who indeed. That's one of the mysteries before us.
Judge:
Th-There's another?
Phoenix:
Yes. A simple, yet decisive question must be asked: Who swapped the red card for a blue card?
Apollo:
Wh-Who?
Kristoph:
The game, and murder, is done. The victim is dead. Only two remain in the room. Alive, that is. The defendant, Phoenix Wright, and our witness, Olga Orly.
Apollo:
(OK, so who was it that swapped the red card for a blue?)
Phoenix Wright
Apollo:
The one who swapped the cards was... Mr. Wright! It was you, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
And why would I do such a thing?
Apollo:
Ack! Uh, well, because, uh... ...maybe you were trying to hide the fact that you'd cheated?
Judge:
That would make sense... but the swapped card was in the victim's hand!
Apollo:
Oh.
Phoenix:
Sorry... I'm a nice guy, but I'm not that nice.
Apollo:
(Come to think of it, he would lack a motive for helping his opponent to win...)
Leads back to:
"OK, so who was it that swapped the red card for a blue?"
Olga Orly
Apollo:
Why, it must have been Olga Orly who swapped the cards! She was trying to cover up evidence of the cheating.
Judge:
That.. does make some sense.
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
Sorry... But there's a problem with that explanation.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
The swapped card was from the wrong deck.
Judge:
Yes, a blue card was stuck into a red hand.
Phoenix:
Mixing a card from the wrong deck... when the backs are different colors? Remember that you're talking about Olga Orly... She was the dealer. Do you really think she would make such a novice mistake?
Apollo:
(Actually, I have trouble imagining even the judge making that mistake.)
Phoenix:
Give it a little more thought, Apollo.
Apollo:
R-Right!
Leads back to:
"OK, so who was it that swapped the red card for a blue?"
Someone else
Leads to:
"The one who swapped the cards wasn't Mr. Wright, of course."
Apollo:
The one who swapped the cards wasn't Mr. Wright, of course. And, well, it doesn't seem like it could have been Olga Orly, either...
Judge:
Wh-What are you suggesting!?
Kristoph:
That's hardly a logical conclusion, I'll admit. As the defense, I think it only makes sense for you to name Ms. Orly at this point.
Apollo:
Yes, yes, I know! But... But she was the one who dealt the cards, right? I... I just can't believe she would make the mistake of swapping the wrong color card!
Judge:
And if the card was swapped during the game, it'd be obvious...
Phoenix:
Heh. Heh heh heh heh.
Judge:
Something you'd like to share with the court, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Oh, my apologies, Your Honor. I was just thinking how much fun all this is.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Fun!? How about confusing!? I've no idea what the defense is claiming, Your Honor. If the one who swapped the card wasn't the defendant, and it wasn't Ms. Orly... Then who was it!?
Apollo:
Er, yeah, well, that is the question, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Precisely.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
I believe we're about to see this case take... a new direction.
Judge:
A new direction?
Phoenix:
We'll find that, indeed, after the murder... ...someone swapped one of the cards in the victim's hand. And that someone made two critical mistakes.
Kristoph:
I'm sure you're going to tell us that the first was swapping the wrong color card.
Phoenix:
Because the one who did the swap didn't know two colors of cards were being used. The other mistake... was the number on the card.
Apollo:
Right... The person replaced the fifth ace with a king.
Phoenix:
I'm sure whoever swapped it wasn't expecting there to be a fifth ace, after all. All they knew was that the game had been won with a full house. So they picked up a king from the table, and swapped it in.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
B-But! There's one problem... According to our case record this person doesn't exist!!!
Phoenix:
True, not until now. But you have to admit the possibility of a fourth person. Though it's more than a possibility. There was someone else there that night at the scene of the crime.
Payne:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaat!?
Kristoph:
I believe the judge spoke truthfully earlier. You do make trials... ridiculous, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
This trial has proceeded on one central assumption: namely, that, at the time of the incident, there were only three people in that room.
Phoenix:
I believe this new evidence, shall we say... overturns that assumption?
Judge:
The problem is that you chose to conceal this information from the court!
Phoenix:
...I suppose that is a problem, yes.
Judge:
Court is adjourned for a brief recess! Mr. Gavin, I'll see you in my chambers during this recess.
Kristoph:
...Certainly, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well! The trial will resume in twenty minutes!
April 20, 11:52 AM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Kristoph:
That was quite... unexpected, Mr. Wright. To suddenly claim there was another person at the scene of the crime like that... I must ask... is it the truth?
Phoenix:
Well now... I'd think you would know the answer to that?
Kristoph:
Ah, being mysterious, are we? Sadly, I've no time for mysteries. I'd only ask that you leave the defending to your defense, in the future. Otherwise... I cannot guarantee the outcome.
Phoenix:
I see you haven't mellowed out one bit, Kristoph.
Kristoph:
Justice.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Kristoph:
The judge has summoned me to his chambers, so carry on without me.
Phoenix:
You did well, Apollo.
Apollo:
Um.. Can I ask you something?
Phoenix:
Sure.
Apollo:
That locket you wear... Is that really yours, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ah, you're wondering about the victim's disappearing locket? Here, you can take a look at it. That's a picture of my daughter in there.
Apollo:
I'm... just surprised to hear you had a daughter.
Phoenix:
Most people are. Perhaps you'll meet her one of these days.
Apollo:
One more question.
Apollo:
The one who cheated that night... Was it you?
Phoenix:
... What do you think?
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
You know what happened seven years ago... What I did. It's not unreasonable for you to think I might cheat.
Apollo:
I-I never! Honest! But... (It IS odd that he managed to go undefeated for seven whole years...)
Phoenix:
Want to know something? There's only one game where you can be dealt bad cards all night and still win. Poker.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
You see, poker is all about reading your opponent. In that way, it's a lot like a court case.
Apollo:
Poker.. is like trial law!?
Phoenix:
Figure out what your opponent is thinking, and you win.
Apollo:
Well, yeah, but that's harder than it sounds.
Phoenix:
I think not.
Apollo:
...!
Phoenix:
Try as they might to conceal it, everyone reveals their true thoughts in the end. Their body language can become a valuable source of information.
Apollo:
You're kidding!
Phoenix:
That witness, for instance, Ms. Orly. She would touch the back of her neck during certain parts of her testimony. Did you notice?
Apollo:
Uh... No. (C'mon, who'd notice that!?)
Phoenix:
Words, habits, twitches... It's all information for the reading. That's the secret to winning, Apollo. Someone taught me, and now, I pass the secret on to you.
Apollo:
B-But, I'm not worthy! I mean, there's no way I'll pick up on these "signals".
Phoenix:
No. You can do it.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
You just don't know it yet.
Apollo:
(What's he talking about...?)
Phoenix:
But you will. Soon. Ah, almost forgot. One more thing. About this case... You should know, I haven't told the truth to anyone yet.
Apollo:
Whaaaaaaaa--!? (I knew it!)
Phoenix:
I have my reasons, of course. All shall be revealed. And Apollo... I need you to be there, defending me. I need your power.
Apollo:
My, um, power? (I had no idea my Chords of Steel were that special...)
Phoenix:
...It's time. The real trial begins now. Do your best.
To be continued.
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
April 20, 12:14 PMDistrict CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court will now reconvene. Has our witness, Ms. Olga Orly, recovered?
Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! Er, well, she's regained consciousness.
Kristoph:
Perhaps we can hear her version of the events again?
Payne:
That's the thing... You see, she's quite fatigued.
Judge:
You're looking a bit fatigued yourself, Mr. Payne.
Kristoph:
Sadly, fatigue is insufficient grounds for refusing to testify... or prosecute. The defense would like to request that Ms. Orly take the stand.
Judge:
Very well. The witness will take the stand!
Kristoph:
Perhaps you could repeat your name and profession?
Olga:
...
Kristoph:
Or perhaps you'd rather admit that you're a poor liar, and a poorer loser.
Olga:
Ny-Ny-Nye-! ... Not. Name's Olga Orly. That's the truth. I'm a pro dealer. People call me... Olga "Quick-Fingers" Orly!
Judge:
Oh... Oh really?
Olga:
Want to know something else? I'm not really Russian! And my last name sounds like "Oh really"! There, that's the truth! I hope you're satisfied.
Apollo:
Witness! You will tell the court what you were really up to that night!
Olga:
Fine, I'll talk. We had a plan, see.
Judge:
Let me remind you that you are currently under oath. Any further fabrications will have serious consequences.
Olga:
... Fine.
Olga:
Like I said, I'm a pro. That guy, Smith, hired me to do what I do best. I was planted at the Borscht Bowl Club several days prior to the night of the game. As a waitress.
Apollo:
So you were in cahoots with the victim!
Olga:
Not that he needed my help. Smith is a well-known poker player in some circles. But winning wasn't the main purpose of this game. It was about destroying a legend: the unbeatable Phoenix Wright! The plan was simple. Elegant, really. You see, we set up a trap of sorts... I was to plant a card in Wright's pocket beforehand... ...and then deal five aces during one of their games. When their hands were revealed, Smith would call him out and search Wright. He would then pull out the planted card and the trap would snap shut!
You swapped the cards!
Olga:
Exposed as a cheater and losing on top of it! It would have made a great double play. Just like that, the legend would be dashed to pieces.
Judge:
Indeed... Getting caught red-handed at cheating would cast doubt on all his prior wins...
Olga:
A seven-year legend, destroyed by one little card... That was the plan!
Kristoph:
"Oh really, Orly"? How droll. But... it appears you made quite the mistake.
Judge:
A mistake?
Kristoph:
I agree, the trap was elegant. Yet, what happened to that planted card?
Apollo:
Hey, that's right!
Olga:
He's lucky, I'll give him that. You'd have to be to slip free from a trap laid by Olga "Quick-Fingers" Orly!
Judge:
Oh really? The witness would be much cuter if she dispensed with the evil mastermind shtick.
Olga:
Cute...? Who wants to be cute? I'm not cute! I'm bad! You hear me? Bad!!!
Judge:
When you're through being bad, perhaps you could testify to the court? Tell us about this "trap"... and how it was sprung.
Witness Testimony
-- The Best Laid Traps --
Olga:
That night, I planted the card like I was supposed to.
And Wright lost the last hand, just like he was supposed to. Then Smith searched him!
But the planted card was gone! The trap failed.
The next moment, Wright picked up a bottle and swung it!
It wasn't me who hit Smith! It was that no-good, cheating defendant!
Judge:
Hmm... A surprisingly frank testimony that still leaves us mostly in the dark.
Olga:
The trap was perfect I tell you, perfect! If that rotten cheater hadn't messed it up.
Apollo:
Look who's talking!
Judge:
Well, the testimony, for what it's worth, is all yours, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(With witnesses like her, who needs criminals? ...And with defendants like Mr. Wright, who needs prosecutors?)
Cross Examination
-- The Best Laid Traps --
Olga:
That night, I planted the card like I was supposed to.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
This planted card... which card was it, exactly?
Olga:
The trump card... the Five of Hearts.
Judge:
Let me guess. Mr. Wright was to have switched the Five with the Ace to make a full house. At least, that's what you were going to accuse him of doing, thereby ruining his legend.
Olga:
I slid it into Wright's pocket.
Apollo:
When was this...?
Olga:
Why, before the match, of course. While he was eating. At the Borscht Bowl Club, we serve borscht... and suckers.
Judge:
Remind me never to go there.
Olga:
Of course, the card was to make its grand debut during the game... Like a good borscht, a good plot must be cooked up early and allowed to thicken.
Olga:
And Wright lost the last hand, just like he was supposed to. Then Smith searched him!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, everything went according to plan...
Olga:
Exactly. The fifth ace came up, so it's obvious the switch went off without a hitch. Once the extra card was found in his pocket... ...Wright would be forever known as a cheat and a fraud.
Judge:
There are worse things to be known as I suppose.
Apollo:
Tell us what happened with the search.
Olga:
But the planted card was gone! The trap failed.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
The card... disappeared?
Olga:
Yeah! My trump card, the Five of Hearts! Gone! Without a trace! Poof! Zippo! We searched every nook and cranny... Even inside his cute little hat!
Apollo:
But the card was nowhere to be found, is this correct?
Olga:
Never in my long, storied career... Never has "Quick-Fingers" Orly been so readily duped!
Judge:
Oh really. So, what did happen to that Five of Hearts?
Olga:
Don't look at me. Why don't you ask that cheating, lying, two-faced defendant?
Apollo:
(So the Five of Hearts is still missing in action...)
Olga:
The next moment, Wright picked up a bottle and swung it!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Wait... Isn't that a little odd?
Olga:
Wh-What's odd!?
Apollo:
You searched Mr. Wright, er, thoroughly, and found nothing? Which means he didn't cheat... Which means he had no reason to strike the victim!
Olga:
W-Well...
BRACELET THUMPS
Apollo:
(Wh-What was that just now!? I... sensed something...)
Judge:
Something wrong, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
No... nothing, Your Honor. (What to do? Should I press her a little harder?)
Press harder
Apollo:
Ms. Orly...! You're hiding something!
Olga:
Wh-What are you talking about!? Y-Y-You! M-M-M-Me? "Quick-Fingers" Orly, hi-hi-hide something?
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
The defense will refrain from baseless accusations!
Apollo:
I have one question for the witness then. You say you saw the moment the defendant hit the victim. ...Is this true?
Olga:
O-Of course it's true! I d-did see it, honest! I saw it when Wright hit him. 
BRACELET THUMPS
Olga:
With my own eyes, I saw it!
Apollo:
(What's this weird vibe I'm getting!?)
Phoenix:
That witness, for instance, Ms. Orly. She would touch the back of her neck during certain parts of her testimony. Did you notice?
Apollo:
(Touching her neck, was it? Whoa! What's going on? This sensation... It's coming into focus! There! That twitch! It's so clear! It's like I could perceive her habit like I couldn't before!)
Perceive
Apollo:
Gotcha!
Leads to:
"Ms. Orly... Perhaps you are unaware of this yourself..."
Apollo:
Ms. Orly... Perhaps you are unaware of this yourself...
Olga:
Un-Unaware of what?
Apollo:
Whenever you get to a certain part of your testimony... ...you touch the back of your neck with your left hand!
Olga:
...! My... My neck? So... So what!?
Kristoph:
What indeed, Justice? I hadn't noticed anything of the sort...
Apollo:
When she says that part of the testimony... She's subconsciously recalling something... Her body reacts to the memory, and she touches her neck! I'm sure of it!
Payne:
A memory? Would someone care to explain what he's babbling about?
Judge:
This is highly unusual... but let's ask the defense. You claim the witness is remembering something. Maybe you have evidence of this "memory" to show us?
Apollo:
(Her habit is scratching her neck whenever she talks about the moment of the crime... So, what would remind her most of the moment of the crime!?) Ms. Orly. Whenever you recall the crime that night, you scratch your neck. I've noticed it happens when you think about the moment of the crime. There must be some reason behind this "habit" of yours. I believe the weapon that left an inerasable "impression" on your neck is this!
Present Deadly Bottle
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Whenever she talks about the moment of the crime, she touches her neck..."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Olga:
... Sorry to disappoint, but I don't have any particular memories of that!
Apollo:
(Uh oh... That must not have been it!)
Payne:
Hmph! Of course not! You want a habit, Mr. Justice? I'll show you a habit!!! Ah ha ha hah!
Apollo:
(I'd better get this sorted out before I develop a habit of my own...)
Leads back to:
"Her habit is scratching her neck whenever she talks about the moment of the crime..."
Apollo:
Whenever she talks about the moment of the crime, she touches her neck... And what reminds us more of that moment than this bottle, the murder weapon!
Olga:
...!
Apollo:
But... something doesn't fit. If you were only the witness to the crime... ...why would that make you touch your neck like you're in pain?
Payne:
What's he talking about now!?
Apollo:
It was Mr. Smith, the victim who was hit... not you!
Olga:
Uh... Uhmmm...
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
This is a cross-examination, not a cross-wild-conjecture! Th-The witness's... "habits"!? They're completely irrelevant!
Kristoph:
Justice... I'll admit, I'm a bit confused myself. This is certainly a... unique cross-examination.
Apollo:
I'll explain later! Just, trust me. Now's our only chance to break her! Ms. Orly! Please testify, in detail, about the moment of the crime. The very moment!
Olga:
Ny-Nyet. I am knowing nothing.
Payne:
...
Judge:
...
Apollo:
... Um, we know you're not Russian.
Judge:
The witness will testify, please. Now.
Olga:
Bah. Fine!
Changes statement from "It wasn't me who hit Smith! It was that no-good, cheating defendant!" to "He's the one who did it! I didn't let him out of my sight until the cops got there!"
No need
Apollo:
(Nah... I'm just seeing things.) Sorry, it's nothing. Please continue the testimony. (What was that? A dizzy spell? I gotta relax...)
Press (after changing statement)
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You're hiding something, and that habit of yours proves it!
Olga:
Hah! Ludicrous! I'm not h-hiding anything!
Apollo:
You touched your neck again.
Olga:
Ack!
Apollo:
It's no use trying to hide it. I can see right through you.
Olga:
...
Olga:
It wasn't me who hit Smith! It was that no-good, cheating defendant!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Let me ask, how's your eyesight?
Olga:
Just who do you think you're talking to? They don't call me "Quick-Fingers" for nothing. I'm a pro. Which means my dealing's pro, and my eyesight... is pro!
Payne:
Honestly, she'd have to be blind as a bat to miss something in that small room.
Apollo:
(Yeah, but Mr. Wright didn't have a motive to hit the victim! Hmm...)
Olga:
He's the one who did it! I didn't let him out of my sight until the cops got there!
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You seem... uneasy.
Olga:
You try sitting up here!
Apollo:
(Her eyes are darting all over the place... I must be getting warm!) Tell me... After the crime, what was the defendant like?
Olga:
Uh. Well... He must have been stunned by the weight of his crime! He sat in a daze at that table ...until the cops came.
Kristoph:
Intriguing... I believe you've gotten all the testimony you're going to get out of this witness. So, what do you think about her testimony?
Apollo:
I'll tell you what I think! Her testimony is..
Flawed
Leads to:
"...is basically bogus."
Fine
Apollo:
...pretty good, really. I'd be upset too at the scene of a crime like that. Yeah, I can picture my mind going blank, staring listlessly...
Kristoph:
Yes, I am picturing you doing that right now. As for our defendant, he is an experienced trial lawyer... He's seen a lot in his day.
Apollo:
...is basically bogus. It contradicts the evidence!
Payne:
Wh-What's that!?
Judge:
Well... Show us this evidence, Mr. Justice! This evidence that you claim contradicts the testimony!
Apollo:
(She didn't let him out of her sight until the cops got there... I know there's some evidence that contradicts that!)
Present Wright's Cell Phone
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Ms. Orly! We have a record here that clearly contradicts what you said!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
This, Your Honor, is the evidence that contradicts her testimony!
Judge:
... Well, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Tsk. Who would have thought that Justice could be so wrong! He's the guilty one!
Apollo:
(Gah! Me!?)
Judge:
...Mr. Justice. You might want to think about your future before doing that again.
Apollo:
(Ouch. That one hurt...)
Present Wright's Cell Phone
Apollo:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Ms. Orly! We have a record here that clearly contradicts what you said!"
Apollo:
(Different personality... but the same testimony.)
Kristoph:
I believe you have her where you want her, Justice. The circumstances have changed yet her testimony has not. That means...
Apollo:
There's got to be a contradiction in there!
Kristoph:
Quite.
Apollo:
Ms. Orly! We have a record here that clearly contradicts what you said! It states that the police were alerted by a report from the defendant!
Olga:
Eh...
Apollo:
And we know that the defendant left the room, climbed the stairs... ...and made that phone call from the first floor of the Borscht Bowl Club!
Olga:
Ack!
Apollo:
So, explain how you kept your eyes on the defendant... ...when he left the room entirely!
Olga:
Eeeeeeeeek! ...The man who picked up a bottle and swung it that night... wasn't the defendant.
Showdown time.
...You dirty cheat!
Check his pockets, now!
I-It's gone! The card's gone!
...You lose.
Auuuuuuuuuugh!
Olga:
Just then, Smith grabbed the bottle from next to Wright... ...and he hit me!
Y-You--! Some master of cheating you turned out to be!!!
Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
Olga:
When I came to...
Judge:
The victim was already dead... Is that it?
Olga:
That's why I couldn't reveal who I really was. If it came out that I was in league with Smith, I'd be a suspect for sure!
Judge:
...
Apollo:
...
Payne:
...
Judge:
Well. Where does this leave us?
Payne:
M-Madness. Th-This is madness! I'm dreaming! It must have been me who was hit with a bottle and I'm imagining all of this!
Judge:
It appears our prosecution is at his wit's end, and frankly, I can't blame him. Mr. Gavin, what do you think about this turn of events?
Kristoph:
...
Apollo:
M-Mr. Gavin? Sir?
Kristoph:
I believe that, as the defense in this case... ...we are compelled to call Ms. Orly a "big, fat liar".
Olga:
Wh-Whaaaaat!?
Kristoph:
Three were in that room the night of the murder: the defendant, victim, and her. ...And she has a motive.
Apollo:
A motive?
Kristoph:
Her plot foiled, the witness got into an argument with her client, Mr. Smith. And the denouement of that argument... was murder!
Olga:
What!? I didn't... I'm no killer! It's a trap! Someone's trying to frame me!
Phoenix:
Heh heh heh... What tangled webs we weave when we practice to deceive. So tangled, we catch ourselves in the process.
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Such a hasty conclusion... It's not like you, Kristoph Gavin.
Kristoph:
What are you saying?
Phoenix:
Why not consider the other possibility? ...That there was another person in the room at the time of the murder?
Apollo:
(Right, like Mr. Wright was saying before recess!)
Phoenix:
A single card was swapped into the victim's hand after the murder. And the one who swapped the card didn't know two colors of cards were being used. ...A fourth person.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Hah, this theory again! Your "fourth person" doesn't exist!
Phoenix:
Indeed. That's why I decided to bring this case to court. Here, where there's no escape, and no chance for deception... The perfect place to catch the real criminal.
Judge:
The r-real criminal?
Phoenix:
And, we're in luck. A clue to the real criminal's identity was kindly provided for us. And right at the beginning of the trial, no less.
Payne:
Wh-Whaaaat!?
Phoenix:
Apollo... perhaps you know what I'm talking about?
Apollo:
Um... sorry.
Phoenix:
Remember what I said. The fourth person who swapped the cards made one critical error.
Apollo:
He or she wasn't considering the color on the backs of the cards...
Phoenix:
Right. But how could such an obvious mistake occur? The cards used for the last game were red. Yet, there is one person, here, in our court... ...who thought those cards were blue.
Apollo:
(Yeah, I had that impression, too... But why?)
Phoenix:
Well, Apollo? Think you can figure out who it was?
Payne:
I-It's not me, I swear!
Judge:
Who is this fourth person!?
Apollo:
(Why do I always get put on the spot like this!?)
Phoenix:
Let's hear what the defense has to say. Who was it? Who thought the cards used in the final game were blue?
Present Kristoph Gavin profile
Apollo:
Take that!
Phoenix:
... As I expected. Your eyes and ears are as sharp as your hair.
Apollo:
I-I was right?
Leads to:
"Kristoph Gavin. You were the fourth person that night."
Present anyone else
Apollo:
Take that!
Phoenix:
... Apollo, do you seriously think that?
Judge:
I think I'm seriously confused.
Apollo:
I... I'm seriously sorry. (*gulp* That didn't go well.)
Phoenix:
Well, it can't be helped. I almost missed it myself... But it doesn't do anyone any good to turn their eyes away from the truth. Does it... Kristoph?
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Eh? Mr. Gavin?
Apollo:
You... You don't mean...
Leads to:
"Kristoph Gavin. You were the fourth person that night."
Phoenix:
Kristoph Gavin. You were the fourth person that night.
Apollo:
B-But of course Mr. Gavin knows the color of the cards!
Phoenix:
...How would he? As you can see, the photo of the crime scene is black and white. You can't tell which of the cards are blue: the ones on the floor, or the table.
Apollo:
B-But look! You can see the colors in this photo!
Phoenix:
Yes, but when he said the cards were "blue"... ...it was well before this evidence came to light!
Kristoph:
It is true that the defendant was engaged in a game of poker with the victim. Yet it was only that: a game, in the purest sense. A competition, Your Honor.
Payne:
A... competition?
Kristoph:
Yes, a test of wits, a silent clash of passions... Only the cards, their backs wreathed in blue flame, know its final outcome.
Phoenix:
Well, Kristoph?
Kristoph:
...
Apollo:
Mr.... Gavin?
Judge:
Mr. Gavin! I-Is something the matter?
Kristoph:
Hmm? N-No, nothing. Excuse me, it was just so... sudden. Wright. You aren't seriously accusing me... are you?
Phoenix:
Oh, Kristoph? You know even I'd never take a joke this far.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
This has gone beyond ridiculous, beyond dumb... This is insanity! The defendant accusing his own defense attorney of murder?
Phoenix:
I assure you, I'm quite sane.
Payne:
But what possible connection could Mr. Gavin have to the victim!?
Phoenix:
I wasn't aware that I had a connection to Mr. Smith, either.
Payne:
Yes, but Mr. Gavin and the victim have never even met!
Phoenix:
Well... What if they have?
Payne:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
There is a possibility, after all. They may have met that night, before the game started.
Judge:
What are you suggesting!?
Apollo:
(Is this the truth Mr. Wright was staying silent about!? Well, only one thing to do!) Mr. Wright! The defense would like to request that you testify to the court!
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
The defense would like to request no such thing.
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin...?
Kristoph:
Testimonies must relate to the case. How could anything happening before that game of poker be related?
Judge:
I'm not sure I follow, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
As I explained before, the defense believes that Ms. Orly...
Judge:
...Am I to assume you speak for Mr. Justice in this? He is the defense, not you.
Kristoph:
...!
Judge:
Mr. Justice. The matter of Mr. Wright's testimony is up to you.
Apollo:
Oh... OK. *gulp*
Judge:
Does the court, in your opinion, need to hear Mr. Wright's testimony?
Hear the testimony
Apollo:
(This was Mr. Wright's strategy! He was planning this all along! And I intend to see it through.) ...The defense would like to request that Mr. Wright testify to the court!
Kristoph:
Et tu, Justice? You would betray me, your teacher?
Apollo:
I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin. This isn't about loyalty... This is about the truth!
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Very well. The defendant... Mr. Wright will take the stand, please.
Leads to Witness Testimony
No need
Apollo:
(As much as I'd like it to, I guess the testimony isn't related to the case, per se.)
Phoenix:
You heard what the judge said, Apollo?
Apollo:
...!
Phoenix:
It's your decision. Yours.
Kristoph:
Justice! You aren't seriously considering...
Apollo:
I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin...
Apollo:
(But now that we've gone this far, we might as well go all the way!) The defense would like to request that Mr. Wright testify to the court!
Judge:
Very well. The defendant, er, Mr. Wright will take the stand, please.
Leads to Witness Testimony
Witness Testimony
-- Appetite Before Murder --
Phoenix:
That evening, Kristoph and I had dinner. We sat at the table in the photograph.
Shadi Smith walked in five minutes after Kristoph left.
When the "trap" failed, Smith hit the waitress.
The girl was knocked out cold, and Smith was uncontrollable. I left to call the police.
When I returned, he was dead, blood streaming from a cut on his forehead.
That's when I made another phone call... To Defense Attorney Gavin.
Judge:
Mr. Gavin! You were at the Borscht Bowl Club the night of the murder!?
Phoenix:
I dine with him rather frequently.
Payne:
A-And he talked to the defendant on the phone directly after the murder!?
Phoenix:
Quite against my will, I had become involved in a murder. I thought I might be in need of a lawyer, so I called him.
Kristoph:
You were planning this all along, weren't you, Wright? Just because you wanted to drag me into your little murder trial...
Phoenix:
The only thing I want... is the truth. As I did back then... and now.
Kristoph:
I thought my office was doing you a favor when we took on your defense. It appears that I was wrong.
Judge:
...Very well. The defense may cross-examine the witness.
Kristoph:
Justice.
Apollo:
S-Sir!
Kristoph:
He's lying, and you're going to expose him.
Apollo:
Uh... Understood, sir. (Mr. Gavin vs. Mr. Wright... This can't end well. Why can't I have a normal trial!?)
Cross Examination
-- Appetite Before Murder --
Phoenix:
That evening, Kristoph and I had dinner. We sat at the table in the photograph.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You had dinner with Mr. Gavin?
Phoenix:
Yes, he dines with me at the Borscht Bowl Club quite frequently. We were enjoying a usual dinner at our usual spot... as usual.
Apollo:
"Usual"...?
Phoenix:
I always eat at the table closest to the piano.
Judge:
I see... Where Mr. Smith was sitting!
Payne:
So, the plates and such on the table were from your dinner?
Phoenix:
...Indeed. The remnants of my meal with Kristoph. We dined for two hours, then Kristoph left. After that...
Phoenix:
Shadi Smith walked in five minutes after Kristoph left.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Five minutes? So, the two of them could have passed in the restaurant during that time?
Phoenix:
That would have been a "fateful encounter" to be sure.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Hee hee hee... Oh, Mr. Wright... What was it you said? Kristoph Gavin and Shadi Smith "may have met"...?
Phoenix:
I believe I did say that.
Payne:
Here I was all nervous about this "meeting"...And now we hear they just passed in the hall?
Judge:
Hmm... That does seem a little weak as a pretense for murder.
Phoenix:
Oh it would be. If that was all that really happened.
Apollo:
(C'mon, Mr. Wright... What are you hiding this time!?)
Phoenix:
When the "trap" failed, Smith hit the waitress.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
About this failed "trap"... This is the same "trap" that Ms. Olga Orly mentioned?
Olga:
The plan was simple. Elegant, really. You see, we set up a trap of sorts... I was to plant a card in Wright's pocket beforehand... ...and then deal five aces during one of their games. When their hands were revealed, Smith would call him out and search Wright. He would then pull out the planted card and the trap would snap shut!
You swapped the cards!
Olga:
Just like that, the legend would be dashed to pieces.
Phoenix:
Yes... A harmless prank, in essence. It was by a quirk of fate that I happened to discover it...
Payne:
A "quirk"...?
Phoenix:
I happened to put a hand in my pocket... and found a card.
Apollo:
The card she planted!
Phoenix:
Yes, I snuck a peek at it and found it was the Five of Hearts. I had a feeling something might happen so I disposed of the card... before the game.
Judge:
Disposed... Where!?
Phoenix:
There was an empty bottle of grape juice I had been drinking right beside me. I threw the card inside the bottle.
Payne:
An empty bottle of grape juice...
Apollo:
The murder weapon!?
Phoenix:
Yes. I rolled it up and shoved it in. The colored glass makes it hard to see.
Judge:
Hmm... A battle of wits between the deceiver and the would-be deceived! That sounds like terrific drama...
Apollo:
(A card inside the murder weapon? That's strange... Did the police miss it in their investigation? Maybe I'll take a look...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! The "Poker Head of Courtroom No. 3" approves of this battle of wits! Please revise your testimony with this new information.
Changes statement from "When the "trap" failed, Smith hit the waitress." to "I discovered the "trap" during the game, and disposed of the card in the bottle."
Phoenix:
I discovered the "trap" during the game, and disposed of the card in the bottle.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Why in the bottle?
Phoenix:
I perceived my opponent's intent immediately. I'm used to entrapment, you see. I knew what was coming.
Judge:
Hoh hoh... So you struck first! I like that.
Phoenix:
I know every trick in the book. They don't work on me.
Apollo:
(At least, when you get lucky and stick your hand in your pocket they don't.)
Present Deadly Bottle (after examining bottom of bottle; before correctly presenting Crime Photo 1)
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Um, Mr. Wright, if I may?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Apollo:
I've examined the bottle, and I don't see any card in here.
Phoenix:
Hmm? No? ...
Judge:
What, Mr. Wright? Surely "..." isn't all you have to say for yourself!?
Phoenix:
I can't say that I know what happened to the card. I did put it in that bottle, however.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Kristoph:
Perhaps a fifth person came and took it out? Oh, and a sixth person could've helped!
Judge:
Mr. Gavin... Mr. Wright is your client!
Kristoph:
...My apologies, Your Honor.
Payne:
I won't have you disparaging our investigation, either! We looked inside that bottle. There was nothing!
Apollo:
(...So what's going on? Is Mr. Wright hoodwinking us again? Or did the card just... disappear?)
Judge:
In any case, please continue the cross-examination. I'm afraid decisive contradictions call for decisive evidence.
Apollo:
Oh.
Kristoph:
Push him harder, Justice. Break him! It's just you and the witness in the ring. Go for the KO!
Apollo:
(Ugh. Why do I get the feeling we're not on our client's side anymore?)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Deadly Bottle (after examining bottom of bottle; after correctly presenting Crime Photo 1)
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Um, Mr. Wright, if I may?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Apollo:
I've examined the bottle, and I don't see any card in here.
Phoenix:
Hmm? No? ...
Judge:
What, Mr. Wright? Surely "..." isn't all you have to say for yourself!?
Phoenix:
I can't say that I know what happened to the card. I did put it in that bottle, however.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Kristoph:
Perhaps a fifth person came and took it out? Oh, and a sixth person could've helped!
Judge:
Mr. Gavin... Mr. Wright is your client!
Kristoph:
...My apologies, Your Honor.
Payne:
I won't have you disparaging our investigation, either! We looked inside that bottle. There was nothing!
Apollo:
(...So what's going on? Is Mr. Wright hoodwinking us again? Or did the card just... disappear?)
Leads to:
"I believe that's enough of that."
Phoenix:
The girl was knocked out cold, and Smith was uncontrollable. I left to call the police.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
You made the call to the police from the first floor of the restaurant, correct?
Phoenix:
Exactly. Cell phones don't get a signal down in the Hydeout.
Apollo:
Was anyone else on the first floor at that time?
Phoenix:
Not a soul. It was the middle of the night, after all. So there, in the darkened restaurant, I called the cops. After making the call, I returned to the Hydeout. It didn't seem right to leave the injured waitress alone.
Phoenix:
When I returned, he was dead, blood streaming from a cut on his forehead.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
And when you returned, the victim was already...
Phoenix:
Dead, yes. I'll admit, I was a little startled when I walked in.
Judge:
A... "little"?
Phoenix:
He was bleeding from his forehead, after all.
Apollo:
(I guess I'd be startled, too, if I walked in on a scene like that.)
Present Crime Photo 1 (before correctly presenting Deadly Bottle)
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, if I may.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Apollo:
Take a look at this photograph of the crime scene. See the victim here? He's wearing a hat. ...I wouldn't think you could see blood on his forehead.
Phoenix:
... Good point.
Kristoph:
Justice! Next time you point out an inconsistency, put a little more "oomph" into it.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Can you explain this to the court?
Phoenix:
Ah... I forgot to mention something. I was the one who put that hat on his head.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Payne:
You...?
Judge:
You put the hat on the dead man's head?
Phoenix:
He wore it through our entire poker game. After calling the police, when I returned to the scene, his head was in full view. Shining bright... Just like in this photograph.
Judge:
And...?
Phoenix:
I picked his hat up off the floor and put it on his head.
Payne:
Wh-Wh-Why'd you do a thing like that!?
Phoenix:
All I can say is... I'm sorry. But that's the only thing I touched at the crime scene.
Apollo:
So... Ms. Orly didn't see it? "It" being the victim's... er, his head.
Phoenix:
I'd think not. She was out cold. I believe I was the only one who witnessed his head.
Kristoph:
Ah, here we go again...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Ahem. Pardon. It just seems that our client is determined to lie his way through this case.
Judge:
Hmm...
Apollo:
(H-Hey, he's still our client! ...Isn't he?)
Judge:
In any case, please continue the cross-examination. I'm afraid decisive contradictions call for decisive evidence.
Apollo:
Oh.
Kristoph:
Push him harder, Justice. Break him! It's just you and the witness in the ring. Go for the KO!
Apollo:
(Ugh. Why do I get the feeling we're not on our client's side anymore?)
Leads back to cross-examination
Present Crime Photo 1 (after correctly presenting Deadly Bottle)
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, if I may.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Apollo:
Take a look at this photograph of the crime scene. See the victim here? He's wearing a hat. ...I wouldn't think you could see blood on his forehead.
Phoenix:
... Good point.
Kristoph:
Justice! Next time you point out an inconsistency, put a little more "oomph" into it.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Can you explain this to the court?
Phoenix:
Ah... I forgot to mention something. I was the one who put that hat on his head.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Payne:
You...?
Judge:
You put the hat on the dead man's head?
Phoenix:
He wore it through our entire poker game. After calling the police, when I returned to the scene, his head was in full view. Shining bright... Just like in this photograph.
Judge:
And...?
Phoenix:
I picked his hat up off the floor and put it on his head.
Payne:
Wh-Wh-Why'd you do a thing like that!?
Phoenix:
All I can say is... I'm sorry. But that's the only thing I touched at the crime scene.
Apollo:
So... Ms. Orly didn't see it? "It" being the victim's... er, his head.
Phoenix:
I'd think not. She was out cold. I believe I was the only one who witnessed his head.
Kristoph:
Ah, here we go again...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Ahem. Pardon. It just seems that our client is determined to lie his way through this case.
Judge:
Hmm...
Apollo:
(H-Hey, he's still our client! ...Isn't he?)
Leads to:
"I believe that's enough of that."
Phoenix:
That's when I made another phone call... To Defense Attorney Gavin.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Could you explain why you called Mr. Gavin...?
Phoenix:
I'd obviously gotten involved in a rather... sticky affair. And I figured Kristoph's law offices would give me a friend rate for my defense fees...
Kristoph:
Ah, glad to hear you intend to pay.
Phoenix:
Oh, I'll pay in full, Kristoph. It was I who got you involved, after all.
Kristoph:
...You may find the price of your defense quite high, my good friend. Quite high.
Apollo:
(Is this the "truth" that Mr. Wright was talking about?)
Kristoph:
Justice, you know what you have to do.
Kristoph:
He's lying. Expose him. Now.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir... (I have to think! What's Mr. Wright trying to tell me with this testimony? The truth has to be in there somewhere!)
Kristoph:
I believe that's enough of that.
Apollo:
Uh, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
This witness's "testimony" is more like a "travesty". It's riddled with lies. I'm beginning to see how you came to lose your attorney's badge seven years ago...
Phoenix:
Well. You certainly have a unique way of treating your clients, Kristoph. I never knew.
Kristoph:
I believe it was you who threw the first stone...?
Apollo:
Mr. Wright! If you intend to ever tell the truth about this case... It's now or never!
Phoenix:
Don't be misled... I haven't told a single lie here.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
When I noticed the "trap"... I put the card in the bottle to dispose of it. And when I put the hat on the victim's head... Let's just say I had a reason for doing that as well.
Judge:
A... reason?
Phoenix:
That reason... is right here.
Apollo:
Your... cell phone?
Phoenix:
That night... Recall that I spoke with Defense Attorney Gavin after calling the police. Just in case, I recorded our conversation.
Kristoph:
What's this...?
Phoenix:
Now that we're all here, I see no reason why I shouldn't play it back for the court.
Phoenix:
Kristoph. I seem to be in a bit of trouble.
Kristoph:
What's this? Game not going well?
Phoenix:
Something like that.
Kristoph:
That gentleman who challenged you... He turn out to be good?
Phoenix:
He turned out to be dead. Someone hit him. Hard.
Kristoph:
You mean someone cracked that flawless bone china pate? It... wasn't you, was it?
Phoenix:
Me? Please. The cops should be here any minute. I'm in your hands... Should it come to that.
Apollo:
"Bone china plate"...?
Phoenix:
A kind of porcelain, very smooth and shiny. And not "plate", but "pate". I believe he was referring to a certain gentleman's balding forehead.
Judge:
Hmm... The court appreciates the defendant's discretion in not indicating my forehead.
Apollo:
(Wait a second... Something's not right about that phone call!) So, after Mr. Gavin ate dinner with you... ...he left the Borscht Bowl Club?
Phoenix:
Most certainly.
Apollo:
Then... Then how did he know? When did he see this "bone china pate"?
Judge:
Oh... That's right!
Phoenix:
Yes... That was when I began to see my good friend in a different light.
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
Troubled, I returned to the crime scene. And when I spotted Mr. Smith's head again, I realized exactly what was wrong. Well, Mr. Gavin. The stage has been set. Perhaps you would like to explain this to the court? Exactly how did you come by your privileged knowledge of the victim's head?
Kristoph:
... So, this is your "reason". The reason why you put the victim's hat back on.
Phoenix:
Your point, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
...It's come down to this, has it... Phoenix Wright.
Judge:
Order! I will have order!!! Mr. Payne!
Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
I believe this court has been left with no other choice... Are you prepared to hear Defense Attorney Gavin's testimony?
Payne:
Eh? Ah... Urk? Ahem! Well, as the prosecutor, I...
Judge:
...Very well! We'll break for ten minutes. After which Mr. Gavin will take the stand for a cross-examination! ...Are we all clear on that?
Kristoph:
Crystal clear, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well! This will be the final recess for the day.
April 20, 2:32 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin and Mr. Wright are both in the judge's chamber! Who'd have thought today would turn out like this!?)
???:
...May I?
Apollo:
Huh? What?
???:
Hello, sir. Please, pick a card.
Apollo:
(Wh-What's all this about?) Uh... Is this one OK?
???:
...Excellent. I have a message for you. "The last hand is about to be played. You'll need a trump card to make it."
Apollo:
A trump card...?
???:
"The card you have chosen is magical. Use it wisely, and the game is yours." That's all.
Apollo:
(An ace... Where do I remember that card from?)
Olga:
Mr. Smith's hand has three aces, and Mr. Wright's two.
Olga:
...It is five aces in all. It is true... I have seen it! The fifth ace! There was cheating, I swear to you.
Apollo:
(The missing fifth ace! Wait... This blotch of red... Is this blood?)
???:
You have your trump card. Now it's up to you to cut the deck and draw... the truth. My father's fate is in your hands. I know you can do it!
Apollo:
This blood-stained card... is my trump card for finding the truth?
Apollo:
(I fell deep into thought as my mind raced to understand what this all meant. That girl... I'd seen her recently... But where? That's when I made the connection...)
Bloody Ace added to the Court Record.
April 20, 2:45 PM
District CourtCourtroom No. 2
Judge:
Court will now reconvene. Defense Attorney Kristoph Gavin, will you please take the stand.
Examine evidence
Bloody Ace
Bloodstain
Apollo:
A single drop of blood marks the front of the card.
Judge:
Now then, if you would, Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor! Erm, will Mr.... er, the witness state his name and occupation?
Kristoph:
Is this farce necessary, Your Honor?
Judge:
Believe me, far stranger things have gone on in this courtroom.
Kristoph:
...Fine, I'll play along.
Judge:
First, there's one thing we need to have made clear. How did you know about the "secret" beneath the victim's hat?
Apollo:
(By "secret", I'm guessing he means the fact that Mr. Smith was bald.)
Kristoph:
Forgive my curiosity, but what is it about this fellow's head? Your Honor seems to have an inordinate interest in it.
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I wouldn't call it inordinate, Mr. Gavin.
Apollo:
M-Mr. Wright!
Kristoph:
What do you think you're doing, Wright?
Phoenix:
Wow, things sure look different from the other side. You know what I mean, Apollo? Speaking of "looking from the other side", let's consider something for a second. The victim wore that hat all night, never once taking it off, except for that one time.
Apollo:
That one time... being the instant he was hit!
Judge:
Oh...!
Apollo:
When Mr. Wright returned from reporting the crime, the hat was lying on the floor. Mr. Wright picked it up, and placed it on the victim's head... In other words, in order to have seen Mr. Smith's bald head... ...you would have had to be at the scene of the crime... at the time of the crime!
Kristoph:
In other words, you'd have to be the real killer... is what you're trying to say.
Phoenix:
... Not bad, Apollo.
Kristoph:
Eh heh heh...
Judge:
Mr. Gavin...?
Kristoph:
...I'm afraid that I haven't been entirely honest with the court.
Payne:
Wh-What!?
Kristoph:
...Oh, I assure you, I had the noblest of intentions. I did it all... to protect my client, Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
Yet, I'm afraid in the current situation I see little reason to hide anything. ...Very well. Allow me to tell you the truth of what happened that night.
Judge:
Finally! You may begin your testimony. Tell us... How were you involved in the events of that fateful night?
Witness Testimony
-- That Fateful Night --
Kristoph:
The rage I sensed in that man that night troubled me... So I returned to the club.
I went down to the basement and peeked in through the little window to the Hydeout.
It must have been right after the murder took place.
The victim was dead, as he appears in the photo.
A bald head, an unconscious girl... and Wright, holding a bottle in his hand.
I sensed that was not the best place for me to be at the time and so I left.
That's when the call came from Wright.
Payne:
So... you witnessed the murder!?
Kristoph:
For better or worse, I missed the actual moment of the deed.
Judge:
Mr. Gavin, may I remind you that you are on Mr. Wright's defense team... Your testimony is clearly disadvantageous to your client!
Kristoph:
What else could I say? I'm standing on the witness stand, after all.
Phoenix:
...So you are, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
...?
Phoenix:
And you had to testify as you just did... You had to tell them you saw the scene of the crime through that little window...
Apollo:
Uh, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
You had to say that... ...because that was the only probable window of opportunity. Right, Apollo?
Apollo:
Oh...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, the defense should do the cross-examination, not the defendant! Mr. Justice, are you prepared?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor... (I can't believe I'm going up against Mr. Gavin... This trial is getting weirder and weirder!)
Cross Examination
-- That Fateful Night --
Kristoph:
The rage I sensed in that man that night troubled me... So I returned to the club.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
"That man"... You mean Mr. Smith?
Kristoph:
He was different from the other customers... His aura, shall we say. I knew he was a serious poker player... but it was more than that.
Payne:
So then, you knew the true nature of your client's job!?
Kristoph:
Of course. But I also knew he wasn't engaged in gambling, which would be illegal.
Apollo:
(Well, it makes sense that he'd know. They were friends, after all.)
Kristoph:
Worried for my friend, I returned to the club. You see, I feared this Mr. Smith might be someone coming to settle an old score.
Judge:
I see. What happened then?
Kristoph:
I went down to the basement and peeked in through the little window to the Hydeout.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
The little window... You mean the one used to keep watch up the stairs?
Kristoph:
Yes, a relic of the ancient past. The black marketeers used it, I believe.
Apollo:
Why did you go through the trouble of peeking in through the window? Wouldn't it have been easier to just open the door and go into the room?
Kristoph:
... I didn't want to upset Wright, you see.
Apollo:
Upset Mr. Wright?
Kristoph:
Yes. What if my fears had been unfounded? I'd be walking in on their match! Bad form, to say the least.
Apollo:
(Hmm... So far, everything he's saying makes sense.)
Kristoph:
It must have been right after the murder took place.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
How do you know it was "right after" the murder!?
Kristoph:
Really, no need to shout, Justice.
Apollo:
Urk...
Kristoph:
I was just getting to that part in my testimony.
Phoenix:
Ah, there he is! The "Coolest Defense in the West" we know and love. Even when you're standing up there on the witness stand... Some things never change.
Kristoph:
I was afraid you'd changed, too, Wright, but you haven't. You and that overbearing personality of yours...
Apollo:
(With friends like these, who needs enemies...)
Kristoph:
The victim was dead, as he appears in the photo.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
By "photo" you mean the second photograph of the crime scene?
Kristoph:
Precisely. You see, he wasn't wearing his hat then. I saw his head... when he was dead.
Apollo:
(And then Mr. Wright came along and replaced his hat.)
Payne:
Can you describe the scene of the crime for us?
Kristoph:
A bald head, an unconscious girl... and Wright, holding a bottle in his hand.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Those were the only three at the scene of the crime?
Kristoph:
Yes... As far as I saw, at least.
Payne:
...Then we're back where we started. The killer was the defendant, Phoenix Wright! Who else could it have been? But... why didn't you talk to the police?
Kristoph:
Two reasons. First, I didn't actually witness the very moment of the crime... Second... My office was asked to defend Wright. Even after seeing what I had seen... I couldn't abandon my friend.
Judge:
Hmm...
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
There must have been someone else there at the moment of the crime!
Kristoph:
Justice... I just said I saw no one. Not a soul.
Apollo:
B-But, that goes against what Mr. Wright said!
Kristoph:
Ah yes, this mysterious "fourth person"... ...who would conveniently be the "real killer", I suppose.
Phoenix:
Glad to see we agree, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
Let me pose a question, then. Tell me. What possible reason did the "real killer" have to swap cards in the victim's hand?
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
Hmm? Perhaps you can show us a reason why such a thing would be necessary?
Apollo:
(How can I show something I can't find myself!?)
Phoenix:
Remember, Apollo. The card that was swapped out was the fifth ace...
Apollo:
The fifth ace... right.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? The question of why the killer would swap out a card has been raised. Can you point to a reason?
Show evidence
Apollo:
(...It's now or never!) The defense would like to present evidence to the  court... Evidence showing the reason why a card was swapped out!
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Then go ahead and point out your reason, Mr. Justice. Why did the killer take the fifth ace!?
Present Bloody Ace
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"My reason is... uh... This!"
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The reason is made clear by... this piece of evidence!
Judge:
...I'm not sure how that piece of evidence makes anything clear, Mr. Justice.
Kristoph:
I see now it was wrong of me to field you in a trial so soon, Justice. Wild bluffing, and even wilder accusations... You're almost as bad as another defense attorney I know...
Phoenix:
...
Kristoph:
Oh, I'm sure my office's reputation will recover, given time. Once you learn you can't bluff your way through life. Or court.
Apollo:
Unnngh...
Judge:
Would you... like to continue, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor! (I sure can't let my first trial end like this!)
Leads back to cross-examination
Not yet
Apollo:
...No. Not yet, Your Honor.
Payne:
"Not yet"!? Hah! Pathetic! Not yet? Try not ever!
Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Oh, I'm willing to wait for as long as it takes.
Apollo:
(Great! I don't even know what the heck I'm looking for...)
Phoenix:
...Apollo.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Phoenix:
Don't forget... You already know the answer. You just don't realize it yet.
Apollo:
I... already know the answer?
Phoenix:
Take a moment to think it over again... OK?
Leads back to cross-examination
Kristoph:
I sensed that was not the best place for me to be at the time and so I left.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Wouldn't it have been better to wait for the police to arrive?
Kristoph:
Remember though. By that time, I was already Wright's defense attorney. It wouldn't do for me to become part of the investigation.
Apollo:
(That makes sense... or does it? ...I'm confused.)
Payne:
Well, what happened next?
Kristoph:
That's when the call came from Wright.
Press
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
Where were you when the phone call came?
Kristoph:
I had already left the Borscht Bowl Club by that time. On the phone he asked me to defend him. Naturally, I was surprised. I accepted, however. I couldn't abandon him.
Phoenix:
So kind of you.
Apollo:
(Hmm... So far, everything jives with Mr. Wright's testimony... I think.)
Phoenix:
Is it going to be a problem for you to cross-examine your own boss?
Apollo:
I... I'm fine! (Who was it that taught me never to pull punches in cross-examination? It was you, Mr. Gavin! I learned it from watching you!)
Apollo:
My reason is... uh... This!
Payne:
Is that an... ace?
Judge:
Why... Why, it's got blood on it! Right next to the spade!
Kristoph:
Wh-Whaaaaat!?
Payne:
This is insane! Why wasn't I told about this!? Why!?
Judge:
Could... this be...!? Could this be the missing fifth ace!?
Kristoph:
In-Inconceivable! How could you... What are you doing with that card!?
Apollo:
Um, well, that's the thing... (Why's Mr. Gavin so upset? It's just a fishy card from some fishy girl...)
Phoenix:
Oh, that card? It's mine. That is, I picked it up at the Borscht Bowl Club that night after the murder had occurred. I gave it to my daughter. Cards are her stock and trade, after all.
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
N... No! Impossible! Unacceptable! The court can't accept this evidence! It's a fraud!
Phoenix:
A fraud? How can you be so sure?
Kristoph:
Wh-What...?
Phoenix:
I would think the only person who could claim it was a fraud... ...would be the one who took the real card from the crime scene... The real killer!
Kristoph:
...!
Phoenix:
Allow me to elaborate. What if this trace of blood was the reason?
Payne:
The reason for...?
Phoenix:
For the killer to take the card from the scene of the crime.
Judge:
Where are you going with this?
Phoenix:
Take another look at the photo... and at the victim's head. At the moment of the crime, his hat fell to the floor... ...and a trickle of blood ran from his forehead down the back of his head. Couldn't a drop of that blood have fallen on one of the cards?
Apollo:
I suppose...
Phoenix:
The killer then took the card to hide the blood.
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
R-Regardless! That evidence is non-permissible!
Phoenix:
Oh?
Kristoph:
Wright! Regardless of how you wasted the last seven years, you used to be a lawyer! You know what a serious crime it is to conceal evidence!
Phoenix:
Oh, we can discuss the finer points of our legal system later... What's important now is that I've answered your question.
Kristoph:
Wh-What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
You wanted to know why the killer would have taken a card from the crime scene. And now, I've told you. That one drop of blood would have been decisive evidence, you see.
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
Th-This is... baseless conjecture! Baseless!
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Oh, I assure you it's quite based.
Kristoph:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
It's amazing, really. How a single drop of blood on a single card can lead us... to the truth. It's quite simple. Well, Apollo?
Apollo:
Y-Yes!?
Phoenix:
Try picturing the scene of the crime in your head. The murder took place in the Hydeout... The body of the luckless victim was found at the poker table. And, before the killer swapped a card out... ...there was a single card with a drop of blood on it in the victim's hand. Given this... ...there is one, decisive problem with this scene.
Judge:
Well, what is it!?
Phoenix:
Let's keep it simple, shall we? Given that there was a drop of blood on a card... ...whose position in this diagram doesn't fit? The victim's? The killer's? The witness's? The second witness's? Whose position doesn't fit with the bloody card?
Present victim
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Well, isn't it the victim's position that's the problem?"
Present killer
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Well, for one thing, the killer's in the wrong place. I think.
Judge:
You "think"...? Mr. Justice, your job here is not to think, but to know.
Phoenix:
Ah, just looking at you reminds me of the old days. Not the good old days, per se.
Judge:
How does a good old penalty sound? Let's try that one more time. And, Mr. Justice, think before you sink.
Leads back to:
"Let's keep it simple, shall we? Given that there was a drop of blood on a card..."
Present witness
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The witness's location is clearly at odds with... something!
Judge:
By witness, you mean Ms. Olga Orly, correct?
Apollo:
That's right. When it comes to cards, it's "Quick-Fingers" Orly or no one!
Judge:
Hmm, I see. And...?
Apollo:
... Uh, was I supposed to say something else?
Judge:
... A meaningful observation would help your case considerably.
Phoenix:
Yet, do you not sense a great feeling of "potential" in his silence?
Judge:
Potential for a whopping penalty, yes!
Apollo:
Your Honor! Please, give me another chance!
Judge:
*sigh* Very well. Give it some thought, this time.
Leads back to:
"Let's keep it simple, shall we? Given that there was a drop of blood on a card..."
Present second witness
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The second witness's position is the problem!
Judge:
The second witness... That would be Mr. Gavin, yes?
Kristoph:
The second witness's position is far less problematic than yours right now, Justice. Or perhaps "perilous" is a better word.
Apollo:
(Uggh...)
Judge:
I cannot see what the blood-stained card has to do with the second witness's location. I'm afraid you're more than in peril of a penalty this time.
Apollo:
Your Honor! One more chance! Please!
Judge:
I suppose. Do think it over, Mr. Justice.
Leads back to:
"Let's keep it simple, shall we? Given that there was a drop of blood on a card..."
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The problem with this picture is... here!
Judge:
...Um, what exactly is  supposed to be "here"?
Apollo:
... Er, ack! My h-hand must have slipped. Sweaty, you know.
Judge:
Oops! I just gave you a penalty. Hand must've slipped.
Kristoph:
Please tell me this farce has a time limit.
Judge:
It will soon if the defense cannot come up with something of substance. So, please wipe the cold sweat from your hands, and show us again.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! (I'm going to need a beach towel.)
Leads back to:
"Let's keep it simple, shall we? Given that there was a drop of blood on a card..."
Apollo:
Well, isn't it the victim's position that's the problem?
Judge:
I don't follow your logic here, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Well... Look, the victim was struck on the head, sending him back in his chair. You'd think any blood would fall behind the body, not onto the table in front of him.
Judge:
Ah...!
Apollo:
Take a look at the photo again. If he bled in this position... The blood would fall on the floor, not on the cards.
Judge:
Why, that's right! So... what does this mean?
Phoenix:
Incidentally, we were sitting in swivel chairs.
Apollo:
S-Swivel chairs!? Oh man...
Phoenix:
Apollo, try turning the chair around.
Judge:
The chair was facing the other way!?
Apollo:
It would have to be. So, we have to assume that at the time of the murder... ...the victim's chair was facing away from the table!
Judge:
When Mr. Wright returned from informing the police, which way was the chair facing?
Phoenix:
When I came back to the room, the body was facing as seen in this photo.
Apollo:
That would mean... the killer turned the chair back around.
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
Let's take the next step. Look at the diagram once more. We know now the victim was facing away from the table at the time of the murder. But... this creates another significant contradiction.
Payne:
A-Again!?
Phoenix:
Let's test your reasoning skills again, shall we? Apollo, whose location on this diagram contradicts our new understanding of the crime? The victim's? The killer's? The witness's? The second witness's? Whose location creates a contradiction if the victim was facing away?
Present killer
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The victim was struck from the front, correct?"
Present victim
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Well, the contradicting position here is the victim's!
Judge:
Again? How many contradictions can one man have!?
Phoenix:
Though you're certainly giving him a run for his money.
Apollo:
(Uh oh, I missed again.)
Judge:
The defense will refrain from contradicting itself out of a case.
Phoenix:
Oh, give him another chance, Your Honor. As you can see... ...he quite clearly regrets his mistakes.
Judge:
... I'm not sure I see that, but, very well. One more time, please.
Leads back to:
"Let's test your reasoning skills again, shall we?"
Present witness
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The contradicting point is the location of the witness!
Judge:
Exactly what does the witness's location contradict?
Apollo:
That is unclear, even to me!
Judge:
... Generally, one does not announce one's own ignorance with such... aplomb.
Apollo:
(I have to take pride in something...)
Judge:
Perhaps you would be kind enough to try again?
Leads back to:
"Let's test your reasoning skills again, shall we?"
Present second witness
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
What doesn't make sense... is the second witness!
Kristoph:
You mean to say I don't make sense?
Apollo:
Oh! Um, no, of course you do, er, sir.
Kristoph:
As I thought.
Apollo:
(Help...!)
Judge:
Mr. Justice, I'm a little hard of hearing... Did you just say something? Would you be kind enough to show the court one more time what you mean?
Leads back to:
"Let's test your reasoning skills again, shall we?"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The problem with this picture is... Here!
Judge:
...Um, what exactly is supposed to be "here"?
Apollo:
... Ack! Darn sweaty hands! My finger must've slipped!
Judge:
I hope you didn't do that on purpose... For your sake. This court does not look favorably upon those who waste the court's time!
Apollo:
(Eek!)
Phoenix:
Alright, Apollo. One more time, OK?
Leads back to:
"Let's test your reasoning skills again, shall we?"
Apollo:
The victim was struck from the front, correct?
Phoenix:
Indeed.
Apollo:
Well, wouldn't it be hard for the killer to hit him from the front? Sitting where his indicator currently is?
Phoenix:
I would think it'd be quite hard, yes.
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
Yes, but what you're saying makes no sense! Why would the victim suddenly turn to face the wall... in the middle of a game!
Phoenix:
I believe a sufficient reason will soon come to light.
Payne:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
There's something in this diagram that makes far less sense, actually. Look again at the diagram. Apollo, if the victim was struck while he was sitting as shown here... ...where would his assailant be standing? Try marking it on the diagram.
Apollo:
Wha--!? B-But...! (There's no room to put a mark where the killer should be!)
Phoenix:
Don't worry... Let's think it through and see what we find. We know the victim was facing toward the wall at the time of the crime. That's the only thing we know for sure. Try to forget about everything else... Where would the killer have to be standing to strike our victim from the front?
Present front of victim
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The killer had to be standing, well... uh... Here!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
Well, I guess the killer would have to be, uh... Here?
Judge:
...
Payne:
...
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Anything to say, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
... Um... Sorry?
Judge:
A little late for that, I'm  afraid. Penalty!
Apollo:
(C'mon, give me a little hint!)
Phoenix:
Try not to overthink things, Apollo. What does your instinct tell you?
Leads back to:
"We know the victim was facing toward the wall at the time of the crime."
Apollo:
The killer had to be standing, well... uh... Here!
Payne:
Objection!
Payne:
You get points for flair, but that's about all you get.
Apollo:
Ack... (I thought I was on to something there, too!)
Payne:
I hardly need to point out that standing there would be impossible. The victim is facing a solid cupboard! Or are you claiming the killer climbed the cupboard and hit him from above? Hah!
Phoenix:
It's simple logic, really... If this was the only place the killer could have been standing... ...then that means that, at the very moment of the crime...
Apollo:
Wait! I know! At the moment of the crime, the cupboard... wasn't there!
Judge:
What's this now!?
Phoenix:
I mean, that's the only explanation! Right, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
Your Honor! I have a suggestion for the defense. We should arrange to examine the cupboard in the Hydeout immediately!
Judge:
Bailiff! Send a team to the crime scene immediately! Have them try to move the cupboard!
Phoenix:
Ah, Your Honor?
Judge:
What?
Phoenix:
There's one more thing your men should look for. Please give this to the bailiff.
Judge:
Hmm...? Mmm, yes... I see. You do belong in the courtroom after all, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
I do my best. But let's forge ahead here while we wait. Look at the diagram once again. It's been changed. If the killer was standing here at the time of the crime... ...then this cupboard wasn't here. Which means... Apollo, try moving the cupboard. Thank you. As you can see, the cupboard was the problem. At the time of the murder, it has to have been as shown here. Now everything is in place to reconstruct the moment of the crime... Oh, my! What's this...?
Judge:
Wh-What is it now!?
Phoenix:
Look at the diagram of the crime scene once more. It appears we've found yet another contradiction... What I believe to be the final contradiction, in fact.
Apollo:
(Huh? Oh dang!)
Phoenix:
Notice something, Apollo? Our line of deduction is rapidly approaching its logical conclusion.
Judge:
Now then. Mr. Justice, please point to the new contradicting indicator! Is it the victim? The killer? The witness? The second witness? Which indicator in this diagram contradicts what we know about the crime?
Present second witness
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Um, about this cupboard..."
Present victim
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The indicator in question is... the victim's!
Judge:
I... see no particular problem with the victim's location.
Apollo:
Ah, good. That's good to know.
Judge:
No, it's not! Penalty!
Judge:
Once more, if you would. Correctly, this time.
Leads back to:
"Now then. Mr. Justice, please point to the new contradicting indicator!"
Present killer
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
The indicator that doesn't make sense here is the killer!
Judge:
Oh really!?
Apollo:
Y-Yeah really! Well, maybe really...
Judge:
It would behoove the defense to be really sure before wasting our valuable time! Penalty!
Apollo:
(Maybe if I just came clean and admitted that I'm totally lost he'd go easy on me...)
Judge:
Mr. Justice! The court will have your answer one more time! And for the love of all that is right and good, please think before you point.
Leads back to:
"Now then. Mr. Justice, please point to the new contradicting indicator!"
Present witness
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
What doesn't make sense is the witness!
Judge:
Ms. Olga Orly? Wasn't she unconscious at the time?
Apollo:
... Erm, yes, I suppose she was.
Judge:
I fail to see how an unconscious witness could contradict anything. Yet this conscious judge can penalize you, and he just did.
Apollo:
Your Honor! One more chance, please!
Judge:
I suppose. Do give it some thought this time.
Leads back to:
"Now then. Mr. Justice, please point to the new contradicting indicator!"
Present anywhere else
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
This indicator has to be wrong!
Judge:
Which indicator is that? I'm not sure I see anything there.
Apollo:
... Um... Look closer?
Judge:
Oh yes, I see something there now... Why, it's a penalty! Mr. Justice, once more with feeling, please.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"Now then. Mr. Justice, please point to the new contradicting indicator!"
Apollo:
Um, about this cupboard... Are we all OK with assuming it was moved?
Phoenix:
Sure, why not?
Apollo:
Well, if it was... something really doesn't fit. The cupboard would completely cover up the window to the stairs!
Judge:
Aaah!!!
Apollo:
That's right! Someone standing outside wouldn't be able to see in. Someone... like Mr. Gavin!
Kristoph:
What... What did you say?
Phoenix:
Oh? Is the "Coolest Defense in the West" losing his cool?
Kristoph:
Nnk...! Don't expect me to play along with your little game, Wright.
Phoenix:
It's only a game until someone gets killed, Mr. Gavin. And someone was... while the window to that room was blocked by a cupboard.
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
So, Mr. Gavin. Perhaps you'd like to explain to the court. Exactly where did you witness the crime scene from?
Kristoph:
Nnn... Nnnk!
Bailiff:
Excuse me, Your Honor!
Judge:
Order!!! This is a court of law and I will have order!
Bailiff:
We... We just now received word from our investigative team at the Borscht Bowl Club! They've examined the cupboard in the Hydeout, Your Honor!
Judge:
Oh...? And what did they find?
Bailiff:
Well, Your Honor... It turns out there is a secret passage behind it!
Judge:
Whaaaaat!?
Phoenix:
Ah yes. I believe I mentioned something of the sort before. This is one of the tricks to the room many of our regulars know about...
Apollo:
(I do remember him saying something about that, now that he mentions it.)
Phoenix:
A secret passage is a handy thing to have when you're engaged in illegal goings-on. Never know when you might need to duck away from the eyes of the law.
Apollo:
So the room has a secret passage. Where does it go?
Phoenix:
The other side connects to the restaurant above. The underworld bosses could get away from the cops... And enjoy a cold bowl of borscht, no doubt. Just like our killer. You see where our line of simple deductive reasoning has led us, Apollo?
Apollo:
(I see it, but I don't believe it. That girl wasn't kidding when she said I needed this trump card for the last hand.) At the time of the murder, the window was blocked, and the victim's hat... ...was only off his head for the few minutes between Mr. Smith's murder... ...and Mr. Wright's return from calling the cops. In other words, the only place anyone could've seen the victim's bald head... ...was from inside the Hydeout! ...Well, Mr. Gavin? (Come on, say something!)
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Hmm... Dare I ask what really happened that night?
Apollo:
Actually, I think we can probably figure it out ourselves at this point. That night, for whatever reason... Our killer had a date with Mr. Smith... A date with destiny. There he crouched, hidden in the secret passageway behind the cupboard... Holding his breath, waiting for just the right moment... Then the chance came... and he took it!
Auuuuuuuugh!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
What... Why did you do that!? Wait here, I'll get help.
Apollo:
Ms. Olga Orly was out cold, struck by Mr. Smith... But his time was soon to come. Mr. Wright went upstairs to call the cops. Leaving Mr. Shadi Smith alone in the Hydeout with the unconscious dealer. Then our killer stepped out from the secret passage and into the Hydeout.
Phoenix:
The victim must have heard the cupboard sliding aside.
Apollo:
He wheeled his chair around to look, and...
Phoenix:
...After the deed was done, the criminal must have seen the blood on the card. He would have, of course, realized the need to destroy the evidence. That single spot of blood told the whole story of the crime.
Apollo:
Too bad for him he didn't linger any longer in the Hydeout that night. If he had, he might have noticed the cards on the floor... And the fact that they were all red!
Kristoph:
Nnnrgk!
Judge:
Well, it seems this trial... ...has taken yet another turn. I'm truly, truly sorry I had to see this day come, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin...?
Judge:
Mr. Payne!!!
Payne:
Yeeeearrrk!? Ahem. Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
The prosecution will continue its investigation! As for Mr. Phoenix Wright, the defendant, he is hereby cleared of all suspicion.
Payne:
Gwwaaaarrk!?
Judge:
Believe me when I say that I don't believe this is happening, Mr. Gavin. But, I'm afraid circumstances call for me to issue a warrant for your arrest. Immediately.
Kristoph:
Objection!
Kristoph:
Oh, no need to apologize. I rather enjoyed myself. It's not every day you get to witness a legendary attorney's dirty tactics first hand...
Phoenix:
Your point, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Frankly, Your Honor, I'm shocked. That a person of your caliber would be taken in by such a low-grade parlor trick...
Judge:
Erm... Excuse me?
Kristoph:
The defendant is "cleared of all suspicion"...? This is hardly the time for jokes, Your Honor. Mr. Wright hasn't proven anyone's guilt or innocence here. What he has done is use illegal evidence to put the blame on someone else! And not just anyone else, but me, his own defense attorney!
Judge:
I-Illegal evidence?
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
Let me ask you, Mr. Gavin... Is there still any reason, at present, to suspect me of wrongdoing?
Kristoph:
...Of course. This bottle, for instance.
Apollo:
The bottle of grape juice Mr. Wright was drinking...
Kristoph:
How do you intend to explain away the fingerprints on the murder weapon? And not just any fingerprints, am I right, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Er, a-actually, yes. The fingerprints on the bottle were, erm, upside-down.
Apollo:
...! (I seem to recall this being an issue earlier...)
Kristoph:
The court, and this case, demand an explanation. I can think of only one reason why one would hold a bottle upside-down. ...And that is to hit someone with the bottom of the bottle. Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
Hmm...!
Phoenix:
Ah, see how the caught fish squirms to the last... Well, Apollo?
Apollo:
Y-Yes!?
Phoenix:
Your boss seems awfully concerned about this bottle still... But I'm sure you can come up with a suitable explanation... Just like that.
Apollo:
Um... Yeah. (Just like what!? Why would anyone grab a bottle upside-down, other than to... *gulp*)
Phoenix:
Don't let him trick you into thinking his explanation is the only legitimate one.
Apollo:
Um... Is there really another?
Phoenix:
Take another look at the Court Record. I believe you'll find a simple answer there... In plain sight.
Apollo:
(Um, how about you just say the answer in plain words?)
Judge:
It... would be hasty to deliver a verdict with unanswered questions, indeed. Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin said that the court, and this case, demand an explanation... Don't worry. Justice won't leave until justice is done.)
Judge:
Perhaps the defense would care to enlighten the court? What evidence do you have to explain why the fingerprints on the bottle are upside-down?
Present Olga's Photo
Apollo:
Take that!
Leads to:
"It's actually easier to show you than explain, Your Honor."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Judge:
...
Payne:
...
Kristoph:
...
Apollo:
...
Judge:
Now seems like the perfect time... for a penalty.
Apollo:
(What do they expect!? I have no idea how to explain it.)
Phoenix:
...You're thinking too hard, Apollo. The answer's right in front of you. Just reach down and pick it up. ...Or try picturing situations in which one might grab a bottle upside-down.
Leads back to:
"Perhaps the defense would care to enlighten the court?"
Apollo:
It's actually easier to show you than explain, Your Honor. Place that bottle on the floor, next to your chair.
Judge:
Excuse me? On the floor?
Apollo:
Yes. Now, reach down and pick it up. ...Without getting out of your chair.
Payne:
Ah...!
Apollo:
See? You naturally go to pick up the bottle by its neck... ...with your fingers upside-down! Look at this photograph taken on the night of the murder. The defendant, Mr. Wright, sat here... ...playing piano, bottles of grape juice on the floor to the side of his piano bench. He would have naturally picked up the bottles upside-down several times.
Judge:
Wow! I can't believe it was that simple!
Phoenix:
Recall our dinner that evening, Kristoph.
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
I was drinking my usual juice then, too.
Apollo:
Basically... you used the bottle on the table to do the deed... But then you must have remembered! So you went and picked up one of the bottles from under the piano... And you switched the bottles! You took one of Mr. Wright's bottles and made it look like the murder weapon!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! What do you have to say to these charges, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Fascinating... So this is the legendary attorney's famed tactic of misdirection...
Apollo:
Wh-What!?
Kristoph:
You claim that I switched the bottle? Where is your proof?
Apollo:
P-Proof!? Well, that's, uh...
Kristoph:
As I thought. More baseless conjecture. I'm afraid your "bottle" of proof is quite empty...
Phoenix:
Objection!
Phoenix:
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Kristoph:
...!
Phoenix:
...Your Honor. When you initiated the investigation of the Hydeout earlier... ...do you recall I requested an additional investigation?
Judge:
Ah, yes, I have your memo about that here. "Retrieve the bottles from under the piano at the Borscht Bowl Club." And here's one of the bottles in question.
Kristoph:
Hmph! What, are you going to dust that for fingerprints, too? I would be surprised if any were on that but his.
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin probably wouldn't make such a novice mistake, true... That bottle won't bear a trace of anything!)
Phoenix:
Say, Apollo...
Apollo:
Y-Yes!
Phoenix:
Why don't you go ahead and examine that bottle.
Apollo:
B-But why?
Phoenix:
Just humor me.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
That bottle will solve this case once and for all.
Apollo:
What!? (That's some bottle!)
Examine card inside bottle
Leads to:
"...! There's something inside the bottle!"
Apollo:
...! There's something inside the bottle! Wh-What's this?
Kristoph:
Th-That card...! It can't be...!
Phoenix:
Recall that unpleasant woman's testimony for a moment...
Apollo:
Er, Ms. Olga Orly?
Phoenix:
Yes, our little swindling devotchka.
Olga:
That night, I planted the card like I was supposed to. And Wright lost the last hand, just like he was supposed to. Then Smith searched him! But the planted card was gone! The trap failed.
Apollo:
W-Wait, this isn't...! You're telling me that this is the planted card you "disposed of"? The one you mentioned in this piece of testimony?
Phoenix:
I happened to put my hand in my pocket... and found a card.
Phoenix:
Yes, I snuck a peek at it and found it was the Five of Hearts. I had a feeling something might happen so I disposed of the card... before the game.
Judge:
Disposed... Where!?
Phoenix:
There was an empty bottle of grape juice I had been drinking right beside me. I threw the card inside the bottle.
Phoenix:
The Five of Hearts... This is the card! The bottles were swapped. And the only one who could have done that was the fourth person in the club that night. You, Mr. Kristoph Gavin.
Payne:
...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
...That is all.
Kristoph:
Is... this your idea of revenge, Phoenix Wright?
Judge:
Revenge...?
Kristoph:
Revenge for the events that took away your attorney's badge seven years ago!
Phoenix:
... My past is like my logic, straight and true. Nothing's changed. All I did was point the finger of justice in the proper direction.
Kristoph:
... Fine. I'm glad we could have this little tête-à-tête, Wright.
Phoenix:
...
Payne:
This... This is insane! What about me!? Don't I get to prosecute anyone!?
Judge:
I believe this time we've finally come to the end of our trial. Mr. Payne... do you have a report for us on Kristoph Gavin?
Payne:
...He's admitted everything. We're processing his arrest now.
Judge:
I see. Still, one has to wonder why he would do such a thing... He didn't even have a connection to the victim... did he?
Payne:
Er... None that we know of.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, have you anything to add?
Phoenix:
... I'm afraid I can't shed any more light on the matter.
Judge:
About this victim, Mr. Shadi Smith... His occupation was listed as "traveler"... An odd profession to be sure, and that's all we know about him!
Payne:
...I'll arrange a follow-up investigation, Your Honor.
Judge:
Good. Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Judge:
Seven years... and you still haven't lost your touch.
Phoenix:
Kristoph Gavin... ...was a man with much significance for me. Both as a friend... and a lawyer.
Judge:
He was extremely talented, to be sure.
Phoenix:
I needed two things before I could confront him: The first was a place where no injustice would be tolerated... This courtroom. The second was a man who would tolerate no injustice... In other words, a defense attorney. You, Apollo.
Apollo:
Me...?
Phoenix:
A dark time is coming for our legal system... A twisting of justice brought on by our very own court system. We have to set it right.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Our work lies ahead of us... and I, for one, am looking forward to it.
Judge:
Well, this seems like a good time to announce a verdict. This court finds the defendant, Mr. Phoenix Wright...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
April 20, 4:28 PM
District CourtDefendant Lobby No. 3
Phoenix:
Thanks, Apollo. You came through, just like I thought you would.
Apollo:
I'm pretty sure I didn't do a thing in there! It was you who cornered Mr. Gav... the killer.
Phoenix:
I couldn't have done it by myself. You sensed it too, today, didn't you? Your... ability.
Apollo:
...Ability?
Phoenix:
Yes... a sensitivity I lack. You'll come to understand it soon enough.
Apollo:
(Wait, I wonder if he means...)
Apollo:
I have one question for the witness then. You say you saw the moment the defendant hit the victim. ...Is this true?
Olga:
O-Of course it's true!
Apollo:
(What's this weird vibe I'm getting!?)
BRACELET THUMPS
Apollo:
What... What was that, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
You'll have to find the answer to that question yourself.
Apollo:
The answer... Right... Today was full of questions without answers... Most of them about Mr. Gavin.
Phoenix:
What possible reason could he have had to commit murder? Perhaps you'll learn that in the days to come...
Apollo:
Huh? Wait... You don't know, do you?
Phoenix:
This locket is the key...
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, that reminds me, I met the girl whose picture is in your locket. Your... daughter, right?
Phoenix:
That's right. She's my daughter. You know, you were right about this locket.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
I took this off his neck the night he died. ...But it looks like our dear "Russian" scam artist saw me. So the truth is, this locket really did belong to him.
Apollo:
Wait! But that's perjury!!! You testified! You said that locket was yours!
Phoenix:
I said no such thing, actually.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
I merely said that it was "a locket" with my daughter's picture inside. A subtle distinction, but a distinction none the less. And it's the truth.
Apollo:
Wait, but then... why!? Why was the victim wearing a locket with a picture of your daughter inside it!?
Phoenix:
Sometimes the straightest path to the truth isn't the best one... Give it time. You're still just getting started with your career.
Apollo:
...Speaking of which, I may be out of a job. I work for Gavin Law Offices, after all. (I still can't believe I just saw Mr. Gavin get led away in handcuffs...)
Phoenix:
... Apollo.
Apollo:
Yes?
Phoenix:
How about coming to work for me?
Apollo:
Eh!? You mean... at the Wright & Co. Law Offices!? I mean... there's not a single attorney in my generation that doesn't know it!
Phoenix:
I can't imagine that to be true, but...
Apollo:
Wait.. but didn't you... You're not a...
Phoenix:
Oh, I turned in my badge, yes. I'm not an attorney anymore.
Apollo:
(That incident seven years ago... That legendary trial... And at the middle of it all was one man... Phoenix Wright! The case reached its sad conclusion.. and he left law for good.) Have you ever thought about coming back to the courts?
Phoenix:
I'm... not qualified to stand in a court of law, I'm afraid. Didn't you notice in today's trial? There was a single piece of forged evidence.
Apollo:
Forged evidence!? Wh-What are you talking about!?
Phoenix:
I'm talking about evidence that shouldn't have existed. A naughty magician's trick...
Apollo:
(Hmm... One piece of evidence struck me as odd, it's true. It just seemed, well, too perfect. I'll bet this was the forged evidence.)
Present Bloody Ace
Apollo:
Take that!
Apollo:
You mean this, don't you? I got this from your, erm, your daughter, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes... That card couldn't have been found at the crime scene.
Leads to:
"Why? Because the killer took it with him when he left."
Present anything else
Apollo:
Take that!
Phoenix:
... Or maybe you didn't notice.
Apollo:
(Hmm, guess that wasn't it.)
Phoenix:
No matter, I'll tell you. It was this.
Apollo:
...Ah. (The card that girl gave me!)
Phoenix:
Frankly, this couldn't have been found at the scene of the crime.
Leads to:
"Why? Because the killer took it with him when he left."
Phoenix:
Why? Because the killer took it with him when he left. Leaving the wrong card in its place... luckily for us.
Kristoph:
The court can't accept this evidence! It's a fraud!
Phoenix:
A fraud? How can you be so sure? I would think the only person who could claim it was a fraud... ...would be the one who took the real card from the crime scene... The real killer!
Kristoph:
...!
Phoenix:
My verdict was already handed down... seven years ago.
Apollo:
Then... You really...?
Phoenix:
Yes. I forged this card. One look at the crime scene should've told you it wasn't real.
Apollo:
But... But you can't do something like that and call yourself an attorney!
Phoenix:
Who's calling themselves an attorney, Apollo?
Apollo:
So it's true... The rumor is true! Seven years ago...
Phoenix:
... None of that matters much now, does it?
Apollo:
...! Nnngh... Grrrraarrrgh!
Phoenix:
...
Apollo:
(I... I punched him...)
Phoenix:
... ...It's your story from here on out, Apollo. Perhaps I can help you turn the next page... My office's address. Drop in, if you like.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Oh, about your uppercut... Try yelling, "Take that!" next time. I find it packs a little more punch. And Apollo, thanks for today. I had a good time.
Apollo:
And with that, Mr. Wright walked out the door. ...And that's how my first trial ended. A lot of mysteries went unsolved... And, at the time, I had no idea they were all related. Every mystery that day... ...connected by a single thread of logic... I'd find that out soon enough. My name is Apollo Justice, attorney at law. And this is how my story begins...
THE END
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow you.
Apollo:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very sure, Mr. Justice. Objection overruled.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
This evidence clearly reveals a contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the evidence and the statement just now related?
Apollo:
They aren't, are they...?
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Justice, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Apollo:
Objection!
Apollo:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Apollo:
...Um... You sure about that?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(Ack! That didn't go so well.)
Too many penalties
Judge:
That's enough! I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defense's case is insufficient to overturn the prosecution's claims! This court finds the defendant, Phoenix Wright...
Guilty
Judge:
The defendant will surrender himself to the court's care... ...to undergo a regular trial at the High Court within a month's time. Court is adjourned!
Turnabout Visitor
Transcript
 	 	 	 		 			 		 		 		 	 
Episode 1
Turnabout Visitor
March 14, 1:16 AM
?????????
To make sure the defendant is found guilty. What other choice do I have? That's the job of a prosecutor, after all.
Th-That may be true, but why...? Why go this far?
Sorry, maybe I wasn't clear enough, but a guilty verdict is all that matters to me. No matter what the cost. I'm a prodigy among prosecutors. Always have been, always will be.
March 14, 2:05 AMProsecutor's Building12th Floor Hallway
Edgeworth:
(It's hard to believe that I've been away from my office for a whole month. I hope Detective Gumshoe has been keeping an eye on my office. And keeping it clean. Hm...? The door is unlocked...)
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe...? (Hm? What's this smell...? It's very familiar... Blood? Wh-What the!?) What's the meaning of this!?
???:
Freeze.
Edgeworth:
Identify yourself.
???:
.................. Shut up.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You've got some nerve, committing murder in a prosecutor's office. Is that a threat?
???:
...
Edgeworth:
...Let me make one thing very clear.
???:
What?
Edgeworth:
No one gets away with committing murder in my office. No one.
???:
............
Edgeworth:
My name is Miles Edgeworth. And I work as a prosecutor in my local district. Little did I know that upon my return home after a month abroad... ...I would be thrust into a multitude of cases, and some very frantic and busy days.
March 14, 2:56 AMHigh Prosecutors' OfficesRoom 1202
Edgeworth:
.........
Forensics:
I've finished photographing the victim's body, sir!
Edgeworth:
Very well. Please continue your investigation.
Forensics:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
.........
???:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Mr. Edgeworth, sir!! Are you OK, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Keep it down, Detective. This is a crime scene.
???:
When I heard that a murder had taken place in your office, I ran up here straight away!
Edgeworth:
(This is Dick Gumshoe. He is a detective with the local precinct... ...and the one they assigned to handle this murder case for the time being.)
Gumshoe:
You're looking a little pale, sir! Are you hurt!?
Edgeworth:
No, I'm perfectly fine. However...
Gumshoe:
Ack! Look what they did to your office! It's totally trashed!
Edgeworth:
I'll say. The culprit sullied my floor with dirt rather well. No one gets away with tracking mud into my office.
Gumshoe:
Whoa! Sounds like you're getting really burned up over this whole thing!
Edgeworth:
This crime was committed in my office, so it is my responsibility to solve it.
Gumshoe:
Ho ho! That's just like you, Mr. Edgeworth! OK! Time to do some investigating!
Edgeworth:
Agreed. Our first course of action is to gather relevant facts and leads. (We must not overlook anything, no matter how small, if we are to find the truth. So I'll keep any leads or information we find etched in the forefront of my mind.) Speaking of things that pique my curiosity... Why of all places did the murder occur in my office (Crime scene: My office – Is it really coincidence that the murder took place in my office?)? (Hmm... I get the nagging feeling that this is something important to keep in mind.)
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I was wondering that myself, sir... I mean, you can't really say it's just a coincidence, can you?
Edgeworth:
No, not really. Especially because of this.
Gumshoe:
The key to your office (The office key – For security reasons, this office's door has a lock built into it.)? What do you mean, sir?
Edgeworth:
If you think about it carefully and use Logic, it should become clear to you.
Gumshoe:
Logic...?
Edgeworth:
By finding the connection between two pieces of information... ...and connecting them, new information is born. That is the end result of using Logic.
Gumshoe:
So how do you use it?
Edgeworth:
First, I recall information through the Logic Button, and then Connect them together. (Now, to touch the Logic Button and recall the facts.)
Logic
Connect "Crime scene: My office" and "The office key"
Leads to:
"For security reasons, all the prosecutors' doors are outfitted with locks."
Edgeworth:
For security reasons, all prosecutors' doors are outfitted with locks. Which means it would have been hard for the murderer and the victim to get in here. Ergo, it's impossible to dismiss the location of this crime as mere coincidence.
Gumshoe:
Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking, sir!
Edgeworth:
(There must be a reason why someone infiltrated my room... What was the killer after? (The killer's goal – Why did this happen in my office? What was the killer after?)
Gumshoe:
You're really on the ball today, Mr. Edgeworth! That's some beautiful Logic, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes, well... When you follow leads to their conclusion, only the truth remains. (However... If the information doesn't line up properly, I may stray far from the truth as well... But if I think carefully before piecing leads together, the Logic should flow.) Well, let's get started with our investigation, shall we?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Begin InvestigationHigh Prosecutors' Offices
Room 1202
Gumshoe:
The basis of any good investigation is to examine everything, sir!
Edgeworth:
I know that. And when I want to examine something, I simply touch the Examine Button.
Gumshoe:
Oh, if you ever feel lost and want to talk, just touch the Partner Button, OK!? I'll give you great, precise advice as an Ace Investigator, sir!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* Something to try later if I have free time, I suppose.)
Examine
Forensics
Edgeworth:
How is it coming along?
Forensics:
Please, I need absolute silence. Fingerprint lifting is a delicate art!
Edgeworth:
(...Well, I never!)
Officer
Edgeworth:
Do you have anything to report?
Officer:
Sir, yes, sir! Nothing out of the ordinary right now, sir! And yet, there's something out of the ordinary right in front of my eyes.
Gumshoe:
Talk about a contradiction!
Edgeworth:
(Something out of the ordinary, huh... I should look around a bit more.)
Bouquet
Edgeworth:
...Is this... yet another batch of fresh flowers...?
Gumshoe:
The ones that come with a card attached every month like clockwork for you? Yup. Speaking of that! Let's see what's on the card this month, sir!"All will be resolved.--Wendy"?
Edgeworth:
(Oh, Ms. Irony... How painful are thy thorns.)
Gumshoe:
Wendy... Isn't that the name of that old lady with the whiny voice that's stalk--
Edgeworth:
That's enough, Detective. You need not remind me further. *shudder*
Steel Samurai doll
Edgeworth:
Well, it's a good thing my Steel Samurai doll was spared any harm.
Gumshoe:
Speaking of which, I still haven't actually sat down and watched any of that show. What's it about again?
Edgeworth:
Well, I don't know much about it myself, but... ...the hero of "The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo" is the Steel Samurai... ...and his goal is to defeat the Evil Magistrate. It's a show geared towards kids... ...however its high production values and riveting plot draws in a number of adults as well. Spin-offs like "Pink Princess: Warrior of Little Olde Tokyo" and "The Nickel Samurai"... ...along with the deluge of merchandise, and even a new stage show, gives it presence.
Gumshoe:
You... sure know a lot. Are you sure you're not some sort of rabid fanboy?
Edgeworth:
...! O-Of course not! Anyone that keeps up with society know at least this much! And that conversation lasted longer than expected. Let us return to the investigation!
King of Prosecutors shield
Gumshoe:
Oh, it's your trophy! The um... Knight of Prosecutors, right!?
Edgeworth:
...King. King of Prosecutors. And it's not a trophy; it's a shield.
Gumshoe:
They only send this to the winning prosecutor, right!?
Edgeworth:
...Yes, but I have no real interest in the perceived worth of other people. As for my own worth, that is something only I can determine for myself.
Gumshoe:
Th-that's so slick, sir! I'm gonna have to try saying that sometime!
Edgeworth:
(Unfortunately for him, his monetary worth is tied directly to his worth to me.)
Broken tea set
Gumshoe:
Ah! Watch out for the tea cup fragments there, sir!
Edgeworth:
.........Nnngh... That killer is going to pay! This tea set...!
Gumshoe:
Yikes! You're really mad over this!
Edgeworth:
This tea set is very dear to my heart and can only be bought in England. It cost more than your whole month's paycheck.
Gumshoe:
Wh...Whaaaaaaaat!? Now I feel like the killer's wasted one of my monthly paychecks!
Desk
Edgeworth:
It's been a while since I've sat at this desk. Oh, how I've missed you. ...Hm? It's so tidy that it looks newer than when I first bought it.
Gumshoe:
Ho ho, yeah! That thing's so polished that it makes mirrors jealous!
Edgeworth:
Don't tell me you had no other work the entire time I was away, Detective...
Gumshoe:
My job is to protect your office, sir!
Edgeworth:
...And you did such a good job protecting it that a murder occur in it.
Gumshoe:
............ That's harsh, sir...
Edgeworth:
(I have to admit the desk has never looked better, so I guess I can't dock his pay.)
Sofa
Edgeworth:
I hope we can solve this case quickly. I'd like to return to relaxing on this sofa.
Gumshoe:
That thing looks a billion times softer than my mattress at home! C-Can I sit on it, too? Just for a little while, sir?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. You know I can't allow that. Until this case is solved, neither of us has time to spare, let alone rest.
Gumshoe:
...! You're right, sir! I'm gonna work hard and be a real trooper to the end!
Edgeworth:
(Even once this case is over, I don't think he can afford to take any time off...)
Revolver
Edgeworth:
What have we here...? (Could this perhaps be the murder weapon? If so, it would mean that the killer made their escape after disposing of their gun here.)
Gumshoe:
I think I've seen one of these before... Hmm...
Edgeworth:
Care to enlighten me as to where?
Gumshoe:
Oh! I know! I was issued the exact same model! .........I think.
Edgeworth:
*sigh* Detective...
Gumshoe:
I don't really like guns all that much. I mean, they're really dangerous! But now that I think about it, you do see this model around the precinct a lot, sir. I don't use mine much, except in emergencies, so that's why I didn't recognize it...
Edgeworth:
(So it's the same type of revolver (Revolver - Found at the crime scene, it's the same model as those used by precinct detectives.) as the ones used by this precinct's detectives...)
After Logic "Victim was a detective" is added
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, I seem to have gathered a few pieces of pertinent information. Now to calmly use some Logic and figure out if any of them are connected to each other.)
Revolver (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
So the detectives of this precinct all use this same model of revolver?
Gumshoe:
I guess. I don't really like guns, but at least I do know the different types out there!
Edgeworth:
(At least he knows SOMETHING related to his job.)
Files
Gumshoe:
Your files are all over the floor, sir.
Edgeworth:
They probably fell during the struggle between the victim and his killer (Signs of a struggle - My files are a mess, pointing to a struggle between the victim and the killer.).
Gumshoe:
Aww, and I tried so hard to keep this place spotless while you were away... I mean, this just rendered all the time and effort I put in pointless!
Edgeworth:
I don't recall ever asking you to clean my room!
Gumshoe:
Well, I watered the flowers every day, just like you requested, sir. I just added cleaning to the list as a weekend special! For about half a day every Saturday, I'd come in and clean this place until it sparkled!
Edgeworth:
(Does he have a life...?)
Chessboard
Gumshoe:
Ouch, they even knocked over your chess set! I had it all set up, ready for when you got back. I figured we could play a few games.
Edgeworth:
I had no idea you were interested in chess.
Gumshoe:
I'm actually pretty good at checkers, so I thought I'd give chess a try.
Edgeworth:
Hmm... In that case, I suppose I can set some time aside after we solve this case. (Though I don't expect the games to tax my mental acuity much.)
Body
Edgeworth:
(They finished photographing the body, so it should be alright to examine this area. I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Files
Gumshoe:
Your files are all over the floor, sir.
Edgeworth:
They probably fell during the struggle between the victim and his killer (Signs of a struggle - My files are a mess, pointing to a struggle between the victim and the killer.).
Gumshoe:
Aww, and I tried so hard to keep this place spotless while you were away... I mean, this just rendered all the time and effort I put in pointless!
Edgeworth:
I don't recall ever asking you to clean my room!
Gumshoe:
Well, I watered the flowers every day, just like you requested, sir. I just added cleaning to the list as a weekend special! For about half a day every Saturday, I'd come in and clean this place until it sparkled!
Edgeworth:
(Does he have a life...?)
Shelf
Gumshoe:
I don't believe it! I packed those files on these shelves so tight... ...that not even an earthquake could make them fall off, but just look at them! At this rate, the rest of the files won't be able to withstand an earthquake at all!
Edgeworth:
...A-A problem to be sure. Well, once the investigation is over, we'll put them back up on the shelf.
Body
Before the holster is revealed
Edgeworth:
Let's see here...
After the holster is revealed
Edgeworth:
Let's give the body a once over.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, there's blood all over his lower abdominal area.
Gumshoe:
It looks like the bullet passed clean through his stomach area, sir...
Edgeworth:
In other words, he was shot.
Gumshoe:
Yup. And until the autopsy's done, I don't think we'll know much more than that.
Edgeworth:
Please have the body sent to the morgue once they're done processing the crime scene.
Crime Scene Notes jotted down in my Organizer.
If first evidence added to Organizer
Gumshoe:
Are you going to be OK with keeping track of the evidence we find, sir?
Edgeworth:
Of course. This is the safest way I know to keep track of it all.
Gumshoe:
Alright, if you say so!
Edgeworth:
(I keep all the evidence I find either in or with my Organizer. When I want to re-examine a piece, I have but to touch the Organizer Button. But the Organizer isn't only for evidence; I keep people's profiles on hand in it, too. It's probably a good idea to make a habit of checking the facts often.)
Body (subsequent times)
Before the holster is revealed
Edgeworth:
Let's see here...
After the holster is revealed
Edgeworth:
Let's give the body a once over.
Edgeworth:
Hmm, there's blood all over his lower abdominal area.
Gumshoe:
It looks like the bullet passed clean through his stomach area, sir...
Edgeworth:
In other words, he was shot.
Gumshoe:
Yup. And until the autopsy's done, I don't think we'll know much more than that.
Edgeworth:
Please have the body sent to the morgue once they're done processing the crime scene.
Holster
Edgeworth:
Mr. Faith's holster... I bet he never thought he'd be killed by his own gun.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... Shot down by the very thing that's supposed to protect the people. I just can't get over that, sir! It's not right! We're gonna get the killer for this!
Edgeworth:
(Maybe it's because the victim is a fellow detective... ...but for a second, Gumshoe sounded even more detective-like than usual.)
Bloodstain around waist
Gumshoe:
There's some blood on the back of his pants... Which reminds me of this one time... Back in elementary school, I accidentally flopped onto this chair that had a tack on it... And oh man, that thing stabbed me good! It even drew blood! Hurts just thinking about it.
Edgeworth:
(That story was so painful, I spaced out in the middle of it...)
Wallet
Edgeworth:
What do we have here...?
Gumshoe:
Hey, I think I've seen one of these before...
Edgeworth:
It's a police badge, Detective...
Gumshoe:
Oh, hey! I have the exact same thing, actually! What a coinkidink!
Edgeworth:
......... Let's take a look inside. Mr. Buddy Faith... It would appear that our victim was a detective (Victim was a detective - According to his badge and ID, Buddy Faith was a precinct detective.), just like you.
After Logic "Revolver" is added
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, I seem to have gathered a few pieces of pertinent information. Now to calmly use some Logic and figure out if any of them are connected to each other.)
Body (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Body (subsequent times, after examining body, wallet, and files)
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Examine evidence
Prosecutor's Badge
Front of badge
Edgeworth:
This badge's design is said to reflect the relentlessness and discipline of law enforcement. It comes from the authority vested in us as strict protectors of the law... ...and executors of sentences, much like harsh winter frosts and blazing summer days. To wear it is to identify oneself as a prosecutor, but I have no interest in doing so.
Back of badge
Edgeworth:
Each Prosecutor's Badge is engraved with the number of its owner on the back. Hmph. Numbers. As if we're not human on the inside like everyone else!
Victim's Revolver
Trigger
Edgeworth:
To think that it's so easy to take a life with just the pull of a trigger...
Gumshoe:
You know, I can't ever see myself really liking guns. Oh! But I love the ones they use at track and field meets to start races! If you take off before it's fired, everybody always ends up following your lead!
Edgeworth:
...To chase you down for a false start, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Now that you mention it, even when I finish last, I always wind up in last place...
Barrel of gun
Edgeworth:
(It looks like only one round was fired from this.)
Gumshoe:
Wow, so the killer killed the vic with just one shot after wrestling the gun from him? Sounds like the guy knew how to handle a gun, huh, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
We have no proof for now, but that is a distinct possibility...
Logic
Connect "Victim was a detective" and "Revolver"
Edgeworth:
The revolver, the standard model used by detectives... Could it have belonged to our recently departed? Detective Gumshoe, could you please thoroughly check the victim's body one more time?
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! On it now, sir! 'Scuse me, pal... Let's see... What have we got here... Mr. Edgeworth, sir! This guy's wearing a gun holster!
Edgeworth:
Hmm, so it appears that our killer somehow managed to take the victim's gun from him.
Victim's Revolver data jotted down in my Organizer.
If first evidence added to Organizer
Gumshoe:
Are you going to be OK with keeping track of the evidence we find, sir?
Edgeworth:
Of course. This is the safest way I know to keep track of it all.
Gumshoe:
Alright, if you say so!
Edgeworth:
(I keep all the evidence I find either in or with my Organizer. When I want to re-examine a piece, I have but to touch the Organizer Button. But the Organizer isn't only for evidence; I keep people's profiles on hand in it, too. It's probably a good idea to make a habit of checking the facts often.)
Edgeworth:
(Let's see what else we can find out about this revolver.)
Gumshoe:
As I always say, you've gotta look really carefully at each piece of evidence! You can use the Scroll Wheels to rotate an object. There's no such thing as a bad angle! Use the Slide Bar or the X and Y Arrows to zoom in and out to get at the nitty gritty!
Examine Trigger
Edgeworth:
To think that it's so easy to take a life with just the pull of a trigger...
Gumshoe:
You know, I can't ever see myself really liking guns. Oh! But I love the ones they use at track and field meets to start races! If you take off before it's fired, everybody always ends up following your lead!
Edgeworth:
...To chase you down for a false start, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Now that you mention it, even when I finish last, I always wind up in last place...
Examine Barrel
Edgeworth:
(It looks like only one round was fired from this.)
Gumshoe:
Wow, so the killer killed the vic with just one shot after wrestling the gun from him? Sounds like the guy knew how to handle a gun, huh, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
We have no proof for now, but that is a distinct possibility...
Leads back to investigation
Partner
Gumshoe:
You called, sir?
Talk
Notice anything?
Edgeworth:
Is there anything you noticed that you'd like to share, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Just that I rushed over here as soon as I heard there was a murder in your office, sir! The investigation's just gotten started, so I guess there's not much else to say. So, uh, were you the one that found the body, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately. Upon my return, I found my office door to be unlocked. And what awaited me inside was this whole messy affair.
Gumshoe:
Ouch, that's rough...
Edgeworth:
Even though I left the security of this room to a "certain detective"...
Gumshoe:
S-Sorry, sir...
About investigating
Edgeworth:
I assume you understand how to conduct investigations, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Of course, sir! Examine things by tapping them or by touching the Examine Button! By checking various things out, we gather evidence and information. You can see the evidence we've collected by touching the Organizer Button. For information... information... um...
Edgeworth:
For information and leads, it's the Logic Button.
Gumshoe:
That's it! Great job, sir! Deductive reasonable is the way to go!
Edgeworth:
(It's called "Deductive reasoning", Detective... Clearly, something you lack.)
The info I've gathered (after examining files, body, wallet, and revolver)
Edgeworth:
I seem to have picked up a few good leads.
Gumshoe:
Oh! So now you're gonna do that thing you do with all that information, right?
Edgeworth:
What are you babbling about?
Gumshoe:
The brainy thing you were talking about just a few minutes ago, sir! Um... Logic! You said that you can look at all of your leads and info by touching the Logic Button. Then you pick the pieces you want to connect by touching them and hitting Connect. That's your way of investigating, right, sir?
Edgeworth:
Yes, which is why this exercise in explaining my own method to me was unnecessary.
Gumshoe:
OK, then how about I explain MY Logic to you next!?
Edgeworth:
That is even more unnecessary!
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Gumshoe:
Your Prosecutor's Badge is really tiny compared to my police badge. Oh! But, um...... It's really cool, sir! Much, much cooler than my badge could ever be!
Edgeworth:
...There's no need to suck up to me, Detective.
Gumshoe:
..................
Victim's Revolver
Gumshoe:
The victim's gun, huh. It's the same model as mine.
Edgeworth:
A tool used to protect lives, yet one that can also take lives away. Those who take a gun in hand wield a great responsibility. I hope you understand that.
Gumshoe:
I don't really use my gun at all, sir. The only time I would use this baby is... ...when I'm fighting a hot duel with a convict to look ultra cool!
Edgeworth:
*sigh* You were doing so well until that last bit.
Anything else
Gumshoe:
I'm just a lowly detective, so... ...I'm not sure what I should do with that other than to arrest it!
Edgeworth:
(Is that the only talent you have...? Oh, wait...)
After examining body, files, and barrel of gun:
Edgeworth:
(I guess this is about all we're going to find out. We should send the body to aut--)
???:
Jim! Why, oh why!? How could this have happened to a guy like you!?
Edgeworth:
......... Are you alright?
???:
Don't touch me! Leave me alone! Just let me be!
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but I can't do that. The investigation is still ongoing, so please refrain from touching the body.
???:
The "body"? The "BODY"!? Don't talk about him like he's just some lump of flesh! Look at him... Jim looks like he's just turned in for the night.
Gumshoe:
Um, sure. Just in a blood-stained suit, pal.
???:
Where are my manners?
Edgeworth:
Aren't you that prosecutor...
Portsman:
Why, yes, I am! I'm Jacques Portsman, Prosecutor. Jim here was my partner in crime busting...
Edgeworth:
I'm Miles Edgeworth, and like you, I am also a prosecutor.
Gumshoe:
Detective Dick Gumshoe, sir.
Portsman:
So you're Miles Edgeworth... I guess this is your office...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, that is correct.
Portsman:
Then it was you! You're the one who killed Jim!
Gumshoe:
Hey, don't go around jumping to conclusions, pal! Just calm down, OK!?
Portsman:
I will not! I know how things work around here! High prosecutors' office doors all have locks built into them. And only the owner of the office has the key to his or her own office door!
Edgeworth:
That is correct. However, I was not the one who killed your partner.
Gumshoe:
Yeah! Mr. Edgeworth has been overseas on a business trip this whole time, pal. And the key to the door was with me the entire time, OK!? So the only one who could get in here was me! Ho ho ho ho. ...Wait, that means... ......... I'm not sure what that means.
Portsman:
So it was you, then! You're Jim's killer!!
Gumshoe:
No way, pal! You've got it all wrong!!
Edgeworth:
Everyone calm down!
Portsman:
...!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman, correct? If you are a real prosecutor, you should know to stay collected. The investigation has only just begun. Isn't it too early to be drawing conclusions?
Portsman:
...Alright, I get the point. You're right, my mistake. I tend to get a little too hot-headed sometimes. You sure are one cool customer, though, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
.........
Portsman:
I've heard all the rumors about you. You're the great "Genius Prosecutor". You're something of a legend, you know. Anyway! Let's call a truce and work together, OK? Now, how about a handshake to seal the deal!?
Edgeworth:
............ A pleasure to work with you.
Portsman:
You guys were conducting your investigation, right? Sorry for barging in like that. Carry on, then. It's your room, after all.
Edgeworth:
Thank you, I intend to.
Portsman:
I just want a little more time to say good-bye to Jim... You there!
Forensics:
Sir!
Portsman:
I want you to capture this scene on film for me. My final farewell to my partner Jim...
Edgeworth:
............ (I should probably give them some space...)
Examine
Jacket in frame
Leads to:
"Ah! Your jacket, sir! What's it doing on the floor!?"
Forensics
Edgeworth:
How is it coming along?
Forensics:
Please, I need absolute silence. This picture is too important to mess up.
Edgeworth:
(I'll just leave the man to his art.)
Portsman
Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman. A word, if I may.
Portsman:
Jim... I swear I'll find your killer and bring them to justice! You wait and see. It'll be for the both of us! Now then! You wanted to talk to me about something?
Edgeworth:
...Um, no. That's alright. (I feel like I'm interrupting their... conversation.)
Gumshoe:
Ah! Your jacket, sir! What's it doing on the floor!?
Edgeworth:
It must have fallen off the wall when the killer tried to threaten me by firing a round.
Gumshoe:
So the killer not only shot the victim, but they shot your jacket as well!? They dared to shoot the ultra-special jacket that you made your prosecutorial debut in!? What if they had shot through it!? It would've been a disaster!
Edgeworth:
It's not worth getting worked up over, Detective. Not when there's something more here.
Gumshoe:
Huh? Like what?
Edgeworth:
I take it you haven't noticed it yet, Detective. There is a giant contradiction right here in front of us.
Gumshoe:
Really!?
Edgeworth:
(Did I say "contradiction"? He must be rubbing off on me. I'm starting to sound like him... But I have my own methods and I will conduct this investigation my way. When the scene before me contradicts a piece of evidence or seems off... ...that's when my deductive skills come into play. First, I have to find the spot that holds the contradiction.)
Move cursor over bullet hole
Leads to:
"This is it. This bullet hole is where the contradiction lies!"
Examine sofa
Gumshoe:
Looks like your sofa was spared! Talk about good luck!
Edgeworth:
And just what is so lucky about that?
Gumshoe:
Well, I'd hate for my napping spot to have a huge hole in it.
Edgeworth:
...Napping spot?
Gumshoe:
J-J-Just joking, sir! Honest! I wouldn't dream of sleeping on such a nice, comfy sofa...
Edgeworth:
(He just keeps digging himself deeper and deeper with each passing word...)
Examine jacket
Gumshoe:
This jacket sure brings back memories! I remember you used to wear this around the time you became a certified prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
It was a present from my mentor.
Gumshoe:
Prosecutor Manfred von Karma, huh...
Edgeworth:
Yes... I don't wear it anymore, yet I can't bring myself to throw it away...
Gumshoe:
It must mean a lot to you... Even with the little bittersweet memories it holds... Ah, but you know, I've got an old coat of mine hanging up in my room too, sir! ...Yesterday was laundry day, so it's just drying off, but you get the picture.
Edgeworth:
(This is it. This bullet hole is where the contradiction lies! When I spot something that's off, I should touch the Deduce Button with conviction!)
Deduce
Leads to:
"And when I have found sufficient proof to prove the contradiction, I Present it!"
Edgeworth:
(And when I have found sufficient proof to prove the contradiction, I Present it! This is how I do things.)
Present Victim's Revolver
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"This bullet hole is the contradiction!"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This is clearly where the contradiction lies!
Gumshoe:
I don't really see what's so wrong with that spot...
Edgeworth:
Hah. You don't understand? You see, therein lies the contradiction.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir... It'd be nice if you'd just admit when you're wrong...
Edgeworth:
Th-That wasn't a mistake! That was me keeping you on your toes, Detective! (When the crime scene and the evidence don't add up, I Present proof to show where!)
Leads back to:
"This is how I do things."
Edgeworth:
This bullet hole is the contradiction!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean, sir!?
Edgeworth:
It's elementary. Two shots were fired in this room. The first felled the victim... ...and the second felled this frame.
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's right!
Edgeworth:
However, this gun was only fired once.
Gumshoe:
Hey, that's true, too...
Edgeworth:
Which means that one of these two bullets was fired from a different gun. (Did the killer have another gun (Another handgun – Other than the victim's gun that I found, could there be another gun in play here?) prepared for tonight...?)
Gumshoe:
By the way, I noticed something, sir...
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Gumshoe:
What's that thing sticking out from behind the frame?
Edgeworth:
Ah, that. It's a secret safe.
Gumshoe:
A s-secret safe!? Oh, I smell money!
Edgeworth:
I'll spare us the trouble and just say it. Nothing like what you're imagining is inside. Now, if you could kindly move this frame out of the way.
Gumshoe:
Roger that! *achoo* *achoo* Talk about dusty!
Edgeworth:
I suppose that's what happens when I'm not here to dust it once in a while.
Gumshoe:
I had no idea there was a safe here, or I'd have kept it clean for you, sir! So when did you put this thing in?
Edgeworth:
It wasn't something I had installed personally. Every prosecutor's office has one.
Gumshoe:
Really!? I had no idea!
Edgeworth:
Well, only prosecutors are supposed to have knowledge of their existence.
Gumshoe:
So... what's inside, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth:
Right now? Nothing. We only use them to store especially important evidence when a trial is in session.
Gumshoe:
That's it...? Talk about squashing my hopes and dreams...
Secret Safe data jotted down in my Organizer.
Leads to examination of secret safe
Examine
Secret safe
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Safe keypad
Leads to:
"Hm...? Now this is odd..."
Safe door
Gumshoe:
I never knew there was a safe hidden back here!
Edgeworth:
Well, if detectives knew about them, then they wouldn't be "secret" now would they?
Gumshoe:
Are there any other secret, hidden things in this room?
Edgeworth:
Even if there were, it would defeat the purpose of them being "hidden" if I told you. So don't bother looking for them.
Gumshoe:
S-So there's no, like, hidden camera around, right?
Edgeworth:
Hm? And what if there was...?
Gumshoe:
A-Ah! No, it's nothing! Forget I said anything!
Edgeworth:
(Do I even want to ask what he's been doing in my office while I've been away!?)
Revolver
Edgeworth:
It's the victim's gun.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and I guess there's one more, right?
Edgeworth:
We certainly can't discount the possibility. However, we must then ask ourselves, why would the killer leave evidence behind?
Gumshoe:
It's not exactly something you'd put down and forget about...
Edgeworth:
...Not unless we're talking about you, Detective. (There's something unusual about the killer's actions. And none of it is adding up. What does it all mean?)
Partner
Present
Secret Safe
Gumshoe:
I had no idea you had one of these things! I mean, I thought I knew everything there is to know about you, Mr. Edgeworth! I feel like I've caught a glimpse of the hidden side of Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(There's a great deal you don't know about me... At least, I hope so...)
Edgeworth:
(Hm...? Now this is odd...)
Gumshoe:
You found something, sir?
Edgeworth:
This keypad... Don't you find it to be a bit too clean?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! There's a thick layer of dust all around it, but not on the keypad itself.
Edgeworth:
You there, the forensic scientist!
Forensics:
Yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Could you please dust this area for fingerprints?
Forensics:
You got it, sir!
Edgeworth:
............
Forensics:
I couldn't find, let alone lift, a single print. Looks like it was wiped down well (Wiped fingerprints – All of the fingerprints on this have been wiped clean off.).
Secret Safe data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
As I thought... (It appears that Logic is the only way around this setback. Time to rationally and calmly play connect the dots with the information we have.)
Examine
Secret safe
Edgeworth:
(I've already finished examining this area, but it never hurts to look again.)
Safe keypad
Edgeworth:
There's dust on the rest of the safe, but not here on this keypad.
Gumshoe:
According to the forensic scientist, he couldn't find a single print, sir.
Edgeworth:
That the keypad to the safe was wiped down this carefully... Hmm... Perhaps I should take a good look at all the information we've collected so far.
Logic
Connect "The killer's goal" and "Wiped fingerprints"
Edgeworth:
I believe I have figured out what the murderer was after.
Gumshoe:
Well, what is it, sir!?
Edgeworth:
The fact that the safe was wiped clean of fingerprints suggests... ...that the criminal had at least attempted to open my safe. Making the culprit's motive for breaking and entering, theft (Motive: Theft (?) – The culprit tried to open my safe. Was the killer's motive theft?), I believe. (I wonder if knowing that the motive behind this break-in was theft... ...changes what the other pieces of information can tell me about this crime?)
Connect "Signs of a struggle" and "Motive: Theft (?)"
Leads to:
"There is a possibility that the files splayed on the floor..."
Edgeworth:
There is a possibility that the files splayed on the floor... ...are not the result of a struggle between the victim and his killer.
Gumshoe:
Oh! You mean like it could be from when the killer tried to find something, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Precisely. We need to figure out if any of the files have been stolen.
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir! I'm gonna shelve files like you've never seen before, even at a library!
Edgeworth:
Um, sure... Let's give that a try...
Portsman:
Why do all the good ones always die young? Surely you must ponder that every once in a while, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
......... No matter how much we lament, the dead will not come back to life. All we can do is search for the truth.
Portsman:
......... And? So what are we supposed to do? How do we go about finding the truth?
Edgeworth:
First, we calmly restore the files to their rightful place.
Portsman:
You got it! Here, let me help!
Gumshoe:
Um, so this file goes here, and that book goes there...
Portsman:
You sure know a lot about where things go, despite it being Mr. Edgeworth's office.
Gumshoe:
Because I'm the one who keeps it tidy, pal! OK! Done!
Edgeworth:
It would appear that the murder was definitely committed here.
Gumshoe:
Unnngh... The bloodstains on the bookshelf are still fresh...
Edgeworth:
I suspect that the victim was killed in a standing position, hence the prints on the shelf.
Gumshoe:
And then the guy fell onto the floor, right? The blood on the floor's kinda grossing me out!
Edgeworth:
...Detective, I don't have the time to deal with your weak stomach right now.
Gumshoe:
Nnngh... But you know I'm no good with blood, sir...
Leads to examination of crime scene
Examine
Crime scene
Edgeworth:
(I'm certain there's something wrong with this picture...)
Examine
Bloody handprints
Gumshoe:
The victim's handprints...
Edgeworth:
He must have tried to support himself with his hands here after being shot.
Gumshoe:
There are prints on the floor, too.
Edgeworth:
Those must have been made when, unable to stay standing, he dropped to the floor.
Files
Gumshoe:
I put them all back, just as they should be, sir! Doesn't look like anything's missing!
Edgeworth:
Although, it does look like the killer moved the body to flip through my shelves. (I wonder if they found what they were looking for...?)
Bullet hole
Gumshoe:
So this is where the bullet lodged itself after it went through the victim, huh.
Edgeworth:
For the bullet to be lodged so squarely in a file spine... ...indicates that the files were ransacked after the shooting had occurred.
Gumshoe:
Then I guess the victim was moved because he was in the killer's way...
Large bloodstain
Edgeworth:
It appears that the victim was in a sitting position here after being shot.
Gumshoe:
Oh! So that's why the seat of the victim's pants has blood on it!
Edgeworth:
That would be the logical conclusion.
Body
Edgeworth:
The killer moved the body because it was leaning against the bookshelf.
Gumshoe:
The blood on this guy's pants proves that pretty well!
Edgeworth:
In a sense, I suppose.
Gumshoe:
See! I'm not completely useless, Mr. Edgeworth!
Deduce bullet hole
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Present Crime Scene Notes
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"There is clearly a contradiction here with this bullet hole!"
Any other deduction
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This is clearly where the contradiction lies!
Gumshoe:
I don't really see what's so wrong with that spot...
Edgeworth:
Hah. You don't understand? You see, therein lies the contradiction.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir... It'd be nice if you'd just admit when you're wrong...
Edgeworth:
Th-That wasn't a mistake! That was me keeping you on your toes, Detective!
Leads back to examination of crime scene
Forensics
Edgeworth:
May I have a word with you?
Forensics:
Please, I need absolute silence. Dusting for prints at a crime scene is a most sacred process.
Edgeworth:
(The man loves his job... Maybe a bit too much.)
Officer
Edgeworth:
Do you have anything to report?
Officer:
Sir, yes, sir! Seeing Mr. Portsman tearing up like that... ...has brought an unstoppable torrent of tears to my own eyes, sir!
Gumshoe:
...Were you good friends with Mr. Faith, pal?
Officer:
No, sir! But I can't help myself. I'm sympathetic to other people's tears!
Edgeworth:
...If I may make a suggestion, I'd clean myself up so as to not give the wrong impression.
Portsman
Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman. A word, if I may.
Portsman:
Oh, Jim... Your laugh, your smile... I'll never be able to joke around with you again... But don't you worry, Jim! I'll joke around for the both of us! You'll see!
Edgeworth:
...He's not listening at all. (Mr. Portsman is off in his own little world, it seems.)
Partner
Talk
Crime scene oddity
Edgeworth:
So? Any keen insights, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Well, I noticed that you... haven't found anything odd about the crime scene yet! That's unlike you, sir! If you spot something that seems off, you should check it out! All you have to do is line the cursor up with where you see a contradiction... ...and hit the Deduce Button. But after that, you've still gotta back up your hunch. Pick the piece of evidence that does the job and Present it, sir! It's that easy!
Edgeworth:
And I suppose you've spotted something already, which is why you explained all this?
Gumshoe:
Um, not really... But hey! That's what you're here for, Mr. Edgeworth! To find them all in a jiffy!
Edgeworth:
(Beaming with overconfidence as he none too subtly cries for assistance.)
Edgeworth:
There is clearly a contradiction here with this bullet hole!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean, sir!?
Edgeworth:
You don't see? Quite simply, the bullet hole itself is too low. If the victim was shot in the stomach, the hole should be much higher up.
Gumshoe:
But what if the guy was shot while he was sitting or lying down, sir!?
Edgeworth:
That would be illogical. The victim leaned against this shelf here after being shot. Which suggests that he was standing when he was shot.
Gumshoe:
Then that means...! ............Wait, what does that mean, sir?
Edgeworth:
It means you need to use your brain every once in a while instead of mine, Detective. In any case, it means someone made a faulty assumption. And it was from this mistake that our current contradiction was born! What is the faulty assumption that caused this problem with the bullet hole's position?
The position of the body
Edgeworth:
If the victim was shot while he was lying down...
Gumshoe:
Wait... Didn't you just say that line of reasoning is illogical, sir? You said, "The victim leaned against this shelf here after being shot."
Edgeworth:
...I was trying to be nice and explain my complex logic in an easier way for you, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Oh, really!? Thanks for thinking of me, sir!
Edgeworth:
(...Good, I don't think he noticed my mistake.)
Leads back to:
"What is the faulty assumption that caused this problem with the bullet hole's position?"
The position of the handprints
Edgeworth:
The position of the handprints is what's causing this problem. We wouldn't be in this dilemma if the handprints were closer to the ground!
Gumshoe:
But the handprints are where they are... Up top.
Edgeworth:
...Yes, you are quite perceptive! Which is why this is not a viable hypothesis.
Gumshoe:
Oh, so it was just a "what if"? Then what's the right answer?
Edgeworth:
Hmph... You still can't figure it out? Then allow me to explain.
Gumshoe:
Yes, please, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Guess he didn't notice the slip-up. Although, at this point, I shouldn't be surprised.)
Leads back to:
"What is the faulty assumption that caused this problem with the bullet hole's position?"
The order of the files
Leads to:
"I believe the order of the files is a bit off."
Edgeworth:
I believe the order of the files is a bit off.
Gumshoe:
You mean I put them back in the wrong order just now? Hey! Actually, I think the labels on the files are wrong, sir!
Edgeworth:
Oh?
Gumshoe:
Yeah! You see here how the files that were shot begin with the number 0? What are those doing all the way down there after 1, 2, and 3!? That's really weird!!
Edgeworth:
Actually, the way they are organized now is the correct order. They are exactly as I see them in my mind's eye.
Gumshoe:
But the numbers are all out of order.
Edgeworth:
Those white binders are special, so they are arranged a little differently. But from this, we know that the files were not in this order when the crime occurred. (Aha! So that's it!) I believe the killer made the same incorrect assumption as you just did, Detective. Let's re-arrange the files in numerical order and see what we find out.
Gumshoe:
Do you think it'd be OK to prop the body back up to how it was before it was moved?
Edgeworth:
They've finished processing the crime scene, so I don't see why it wouldn't be. If you please, Detective Gumshoe!
Edgeworth:
As I suspected... The bullet hole is now where it should logically be. The killer went through my files first before shooting Mr. Faith.
Gumshoe:
And then put the files back in numerical order, I guess.
Edgeworth:
Exactly. And then proceeded to shoot the victim.
Gumshoe:
But why would someone kill a man and then look through your files one more time?
Edgeworth:
Puzzling indeed. The files were thrown into disarray twice (Files in disarray - The culprit re-arranged my files twice, once before and once after the murder. Why?), once before and once after the crime. But why?
Leads to examination of crime scene
Examine
Crime scene
Edgeworth:
(Now the crime scene is as it was at the time of the murder. Time to give it another look.)
Bloody writing
Leads to:
"Th-This...!"
Body
Edgeworth:
There must be some reason as to why the victim's body was moved. But there is no time to ponder that now. Let us continue with our investigation, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Roger that, sir! I'm raring to go!
Bloody handprints
Gumshoe:
These handprints belong to the victim, right? They make sense with the body position.
Edgeworth:
Yes, he must have left them when he was trying to support himself after he was shot. (However, the final position of the body shows that it was moved... I need to go over this crime scene with a fine-toothed comb one more time.)
Bullet hole
Edgeworth:
As I suspected... The bullet hole is now where it should logically be.
Gumshoe:
And we figured out that the killer went through your bookshelf twice.
Edgeworth:
Indeed... There are many things the killer did that don't make sense. But to figure out the whys, we need more information.
Edgeworth:
Th-This...!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What is that!? Why does it say "Gumshoe" on there in blood!?
Portsman:
I'd say it's some incredibly incriminating evidence...
Edgeworth:
Yes, indicative of criminal activity, indeed.
Gumshoe:
No! Wait! There's gotta be some mistake! Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Help me! Say something, sir!
Edgeworth:
......... It appears that one of my files was stolen.
Gumshoe:
Is that all, sir!? What about me and my situation!?
Edgeworth:
(Is this what the killer was really after?)
Stolen File data jotted down in my Organizer.
Investigation Complete
Portsman:
Looks like Jim was able to leave us the name of his killer in the end. And this most important message managed to reach us.
Gumshoe:
I'm telling you! It wasn't me!!!
Portsman:
You can't be terribly pleased to hear that your beloved partner is the guilty party.
Edgeworth:
If you are going to accuse Detective Gumshoe of being the culprit... ...I sincerely hope you have some proof to back it up.
Portsman:
Jim's words... They're more than enough, wouldn't you say?
Edgeworth:
If that's how you want to play it, then at least allow me to understand your reasoning.
Portsman:
You got it!
Edgeworth:
(I don't like this one bit. There's something strange about this man's attitude. And there must be some sort of flaw to his logic waiting for me to dig out.)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Wh-What are you going to do?
Edgeworth:
What I always do in court; I'm going to cross-examine him. One way or another, I'll expose the flaw in his logic with this technique.
Gumshoe:
Ooh! How do you do that!? C-Can you explain it to me, sir!?
Might as well.
Edgeworth:
Alright. First, I listen to the witness's testimony. If I find a flaw in the testimony, something that contradicts the evidence... ...I open the Organizer and Present the piece of contradictory evidence! (To Present something, I simply touch the Present Button, but that's old news.)
Gumshoe:
But it's not like there's gonna be a flaw in their testimony every time, right!?
Edgeworth:
Correct, and at those times, I need to Press the witness by touching the Press Button. Sometimes by pressing, I can draw out new information, and new or modified testimony.
Gumshoe:
I think I get it, sir! I'll be sure to try this technique out during investigations, too!
Edgeworth:
Very well. I'll even show you how it's done. Now watch carefully.
Leads to Argument
Maybe some other time.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman... If you are ready.
Gumshoe:
...Aww, if you don't have time, you could just say so, sir.
Leads to Argument
Argument
-- Mr. Portsman's Logic --
Portsman:
Detective Gumshoe. You stole Jim's gun from him and shot him dead.Further, you messed up the files to make it look like you had committed theft instead.That's when you moved Jim's body that was sitting in front of the bookshelf!But thanks to that, you didn't notice the bloody letters his body was hiding.And it will be by his final words that you will be brought to justice.
Edgeworth:
You intend to argue that the victim's dying message points to his killer...?
Portsman:
I can hear Jim's voice, and he's calling for his killer's arrest!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Are you sure you're not mishearing his words, Mr. Portsman? (There is no way Detective Gumshoe is the culprit here... I will find the flaw in this man's logic... ...and expose it with credible evidence!)
Rebuttal
-- Mr. Portsman's Logic --
Portsman:
Detective Gumshoe. You stole Jim's gun from him and shot him dead.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You know, there's something I've been meaning to ask...
Portsman:
Hm? What is it?
Edgeworth:
Why do you call the victim "Jim"... ...when clearly, his name is "Buddy Faith"...?
Portsman:
Isn't it obvious? "Jim" is the perfect name for my companion. "Jacques and Jim". Don't those two names go together like peanut butter and jam?
Gumshoe:
But "Jim" isn't even close to the guy's real name...
Portsman:
Well, "Jacques and Buddy" just sounds... off somehow. Besides, he was the third of a bunch of guys I decided to nickname "Jim".
Edgeworth:
(Hmph. He talks about the victim like he was his pet.)
Portsman:
Further, you messed up the files to make it look like you had committed theft instead.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Do you really think it was necessary to dishevel my shelves twice to do that?
Portsman:
That's true... Ok, then maybe his real intent WAS theft.
Gumshoe:
Hey! Are you accusing me of stealing something from Mr. Edgeworth!?
Portsman:
It's a possibility. Maybe your salary's been cut so much that life is getting a little too rough to handle...?
Gumshoe:
I'll have you know that I eat three square meals every day, pal! ...OK, so all three of them happen to be instant noodles, but...
Portsman:
Poor thing. What an evil prosecutor you were paired up with. And what a motive, no?
Portsman:
That's when you moved Jim's body that was sitting in front of the bookshelf!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And why would Detective Gumshoe do such a thing?
Portsman:
Because the body was getting in his way. He had to mess up your bookshelf somehow, right? Anyway...
Portsman:
But thanks to that, you didn't notice the bloody letters his body was hiding.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why do you think that the killer didn't notice the bloody letters?
Portsman:
The body was covering it quite well, wouldn't you say? That's how he missed it. But judging by what I've seen, it doesn't take much for your detective to miss something.
Gumshoe:
Who do you think you are!? You know nothing about me, pal!
Portsman:
There's a lot a person can understand about another from first impressions alone.
Edgeworth:
(I can't say I disagree with him on that point...)
Gumshoe:
Wh-Why don't you say something, sir!? ...*gasp!* N-Not you, too, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(Despite his lack of attention to detail, I don't believe the detective to be the culprit. Nobody could've overlooked the bloody letters, and I can prove it... With evidence.)
Portsman:
I couldn't ask for a better set-up... ...for the game-finishing spike!
Present Stolen File
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Perhaps you're not aware Mr. Portsman, but there is a serious flaw in your logic."
Portsman:
And it will be by his final words that you will be brought to justice.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you saying that those letters were intended for you?
Portsman:
Yup. Jim was an outstanding detective. I would expect no less from my former partner.
Edgeworth:
(It looks like Mr. Portsman still doesn't understand... He has yet to figure out the true meaning behind the bloody letters.)
Portsman:
What are you sputtering over there? Can't you just admit my logic is perfectly sound?
Edgeworth:
(Actually, there's a gigantic flaw in his logic... A gap so wide that even the good Detective can spot it. Now to clue Mr. Portsman in by presenting him with some evidence.)
Edgeworth:
Perhaps you're not aware Mr. Portsman, but there is a serious flaw in your logic.
Portsman:
Heh, bringing a bit of the courtroom into this, I see. No problem, I'm game!
Edgeworth:
I can't help but find it odd...
Portsman:
Excuse me?
Edgeworth:
Odd that a fellow prosecutor would be brought down by the power of his own office.
Portsman:
Wh-What are you talking about!? ...Oh, you're joking, I get it...! Ha ha ha.
Edgeworth:
If you have the time to laugh, then you have the time to take another, closer look at this. Do you still not see? If not, may I direct your attention to the missing file...
Portsman:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat!? That's impossible!!
Edgeworth:
What's "impossible", Mr. Portsman?
Portsman:
Um, uh, nothing...
Edgeworth:
The files on that shelf are all about a certain case. When the killer went to take the file after murdering your partner... ...I highly doubt they could've missed the bloody letters written on the spines.
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
It's possible that they could have taken the file before committing the murder!
Edgeworth:
I think it's pretty obvious that the file was stolen after it was written on. The missing letters in the detective's name where the file should be is proof.
Gumshoe:
Yeah! I mean, the "s" is gone, and there's only half an "h"!
Edgeworth:
If Detective Gumshoe really was the culprit of this case... ...I highly doubt that even he could overlook his own name written in blood on the files. Especially as a detective who can't stand the sight of blood!
Portsman:
*gasp!*
Gumshoe:
Which means... what exactly? What does that make this dying message...?
Edgeworth:
It makes it the work of a criminal intent on tampering with the crime scene.
Portsman:
............
Gumshoe:
That's so low! I can't believe the criminal tried to pin this whole thing on me, sir! I'm gonna get 'em, sir! You'll see! I'm gonna have them under arrest in no time!
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Portsman?
Portsman:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Brilliant! Absolutely splendid! Logic deserving of Olympic gold!
Edgeworth:
I appreciate the praise, but it doesn't change the fact that your reasoning is flawed.
Portsman:
Meh, you win some and you lose some. That's how life goes.
Gumshoe:
Glad everyone's so cheery... even though I feel more dead than alive.
Portsman:
Ah, but you know, it really is a shame... I really didn't want to have to bring this up, however...
Gumshoe:
W-What is it this time!? Are you still after me, pal!?
Portsman:
Humor me for a second. Who has the key to this office?
Gumshoe:
That would be me! But Mr. Edgeworth just proved that I'm innocent, pal!
Portsman:
That's absolutely right! And I acknowledge your innocence.
Edgeworth:
Then why do I sense that you still have something to say?
Portsman:
Well, I was thinking. Did you know there is one other person with a key to this office?
Edgeworth:
(One other person...?)
Portsman:
Hey, you there!
Officer:
Yes, sir! What is it, sir!?
Portsman:
Would you kindly fetch and escort that lovely young lady here for me...?
Edgeworth:
(A lady...?)
Portsman:
The girl is a member of this building's security. Think of her as a "material witness".
Gumshoe:
S-Security!? Did you say, "Security"!? No, stop it, pal! Don't!
Edgeworth:
(What's wrong with him all of a sudden?)
Portsman:
I believe she needs no introduction. I have called upon Ms. Maggey Byrde, a member of security.
Byrde:
D-Detective Gumshoe, sir...
Gumshoe:
Maggey!
Portsman:
Ms. Byrde is the security guard on watch tonight.
Edgeworth:
I see. And your point is?
Portsman:
My point is that she could very well have used it. And by "it", I mean the master key, which can open all the office doors in this building.
Gumshoe:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Portsman:
If you are not the guilty party, Detective Gumshoe... ...then the only other person with access to this room is Ms. Byrde.
Byrde:
How dare you!? I would never sneak into someone's room!
Gumshoe:
That's right! I refuse to believe that Maggey's the culprit, pal! Um... It was me! That's right, I did it!
Portsman:
Can we take that as a confession, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Um, well, it wasn't really me... But it definitely wasn't Maggey, pal! So, yeah, it was me! If it was, you'd have no problems with that, right!?
Edgeworth:
Please refrain from flying off the handle, Detective. There's no need for such theatrics.
Portsman:
Listen to your boss, Detective. He understands what I'm saying here. That girl is the only one who could've committed the crime, and for one simple reason!
Argument
-- Reason for Suspicion --
Portsman:
It's pretty obvious that Ms. Byrde snuck into your room using the master key.I mean, if Detective Gumshoe isn't the one who opened the door......then that leaves only Ms. Byrde as our prime suspect.On top of which, she knows our good detective, doesn't she?Making it all that more probable that she was the one who faked the dying message.
Edgeworth:
So you're saying that she used the master key...
Master Key data jotted down in my Organizer.
Portsman:
Incredibly incriminating evidence, wouldn't you say?
Examine evidence
Master Key
Key
Edgeworth:
It's the master key to every office in the building.
Edgeworth:
That's what you claimed about the evidence earlier as well...
Portsman:
That was then, this is now. The flow of a good match always changes during a rally. It's all about your reflexes and reaction time, especially for an athlete like me!
Edgeworth:
(I wonder if there was anyone else other than Ms. Byrde who could've used the master key? It seems that the only way to get Mr. Portsman to give me more details is to Press him.)
Rebuttal
-- Reason for Suspicion --
Portsman:
It's pretty obvious that Ms. Byrde snuck into your room using the master key.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you sure Ms. Byrde is the only member of security who could've used the master key?
Portsman:
There's only one person on staff at this time of night. And tonight, she's it. Isn't that right, Ms. Byrde?
Byrde:
That's, um... true... But... But I wasn't able to use the master key at the time of the crime, sir!
Edgeworth:
("Wasn't able to"...? What's that supposed to mean?)
Portsman:
Yes, yes... Moving on. I'd hate to get sidetracked by something unrelated.
Gumshoe:
Whaddaya mean, "unrelated"!? I wanna hear what she has to say, pal!
Portsman:
But you can't really trust her not to tell lies. Plus, I hate wasting time.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, should I hear Ms. Byrde out...?)
Ask for more details
Edgeworth:
Not so fast. I, too, am interested in hearing what Ms. Byrde has to say.
Portsman:
Didn't I just say it'd be a waste of time? We don't need to hear her lies.
Edgeworth:
I'll be the judge of that. Ms. Byrde, if you please.
Byrde:
I discovered that the master key was missing at around 1 AM, sir!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by "missing"?
Byrde:
As in "it wasn't anywhere in the security booth", sir! The killer must've stolen it!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman, I believe this to be an important piece of testimony. Don't you?
Portsman:
*sigh* I can't believe that someone like you would be taken in by such words.
Byrde:
I'm not lying, sir!
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
If that's the case, then I'd like to know... why you have the master key now?
Byrde:
I... I don't quite know. It just reappeared all of a sudden, sir.
Portsman:
Hah, a likely story. And where is your proof that the key was stolen to begin with? I bet you just forgot where you put it and then "found" it again.
Byrde:
I never lose things! I can practically guarantee that! With me, if something disappears, it's usually because someone stole it!
Gumshoe:
Yeah, pal! Trust me, you don't want to test just how bad her luck is!
Edgeworth:
.........Unfortunately, I can't deem this piece of testimony as conclusive.
Portsman:
Glad you agree, Mr. Edgeworth.
Gumshoe:
Unnnngh... But! But! You still haven't established Maggey's motive for breaking into Mr. Edgeworth's office!
Portsman:
Her motive? Didn't we already establish that it was theft? I mean, the culprit clearly went through the bookshelves and at least tried the safe.
Edgeworth:
It is as Mr. Portsman says, Detective. (I can't ignore the fact that all the evidence points towards a motive of theft. But I'm done taking blows. It's time to counterattack with a few facts of my own.)
Adds statement "Her intent? From the messed-up shelves to the wiped-down safe, I'd say thievery."
No details necessary
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, maybe I should pay more attention to what Mr. Portsman is saying for now.)
Leads back to rebuttal
Press (after adding statement)
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Are you sure Ms. Byrde is the only member of security who could've used the master key?
Portsman:
There's only one person on staff at this time of night. And tonight, she's it. Isn't that right, Ms. Byrde?
Byrde:
That's, um... true... But... But I wasn't able to use the master key at the time of the crime, sir!
Edgeworth:
("Wasn't able to"...? What's that supposed to mean?)
Byrde:
I discovered that the master key was missing at around 1 AM, sir!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean by "missing"?
Byrde:
As in "it wasn't anywhere in the security booth", sir! The killer must've stolen it!
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
Hah, a likely story. And where is your proof that the key was stolen to begin with? I bet you just forgot where you put it and then "found" it again.
Gumshoe:
What do you know, pal!? Besides, Maggey doesn't have any reason to want to sneak into Mr. Edgeworth's office!
Portsman:
You mean her motive? Didn't we already establish that it was theft? I mean, the culprit clearly went through the bookshelves and at least tried the safe.
Edgeworth:
It is as Mr. Portsman says, Detective. (I can't ignore the fact that all the evidence points towards a motive of theft. But I'm done taking blows. It's time to counterattack with a few facts of my own.)
Portsman:
Her intent? From the messed-up shelves to the wiped-down safe, I'd say thievery.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I concur that the culprit's motive appears to have been thievery, however...
Portsman:
Glad to hear that the great Miles Edgeworth is in agreement with little ol' me.
Edgeworth:
However, with regard to the investigation of the bookshelves and safe...
Portsman:
Hey! Good thinking, asking for my opinion on the matter!
Edgeworth:
.........Would it be too much for you to allow me to complete a full sentence?
Present Secret Safe
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Do you wish to continue insisting that Ms. Byrde was set on stealing something?"
Portsman:
I mean, if Detective Gumshoe isn't the one who opened the door...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I thought we had established Detective Gumshoe's innocence pretty thoroughly.
Portsman:
It was just a theory, one hypothesis among the many possibilities. I mean, I had my doubts about Ms. Byrde from the very beginning.
Edgeworth:
If that's the case, then why didn't you mention her first?
Portsman:
Now, now. Don't make that face. See! There goes the truth, running the other way! Let's pick up the pace and see if we can't catch up to it!
Edgeworth:
I don't think you're catching my drift...
Portsman:
Ah, but we are in agreement that the detective isn't the killer, right? If so, then I hope you'll understand when I say... ...that since she is the only one who could've open [sic] your office door...
Portsman:
...then that leaves only Ms. Byrde as our prime suspect.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Don't you think it's a bit early to be jumping to conclusions?
Portsman:
Are you saying there's another way to open the door other than with the master key? Oh, I get it. Perhaps you had a spare made for someone else?
Edgeworth:
I'll have you know, I have never made a spare, so what are you insinuating?
Portsman:
Nothing. Guess I should've known better than to suggest that someone like you would.
Portsman:
On top of which, she knows our good detective, doesn't she?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Is there anyone in this district who hasn't at least heard of Detective Gumshoe?
Portsman:
Good point. He's practically a celebrity among us prosecutors.
Gumshoe:
Really!? I never knew I was so talked about, sir!
Portsman:
We're holding our collective breath, you know. For when you screw up so badly that you're literally chased off the force.
Gumshoe:
W-Wait, WHAT!? IS THAT TRUE, MR. EDGEWORTH!?
Edgeworth:
......... O-Of course not. T-That's hogwash!
Gumshoe:
Phew... Don't scare me like that! I almost had a heart attack there...
Portsman:
Making it all that more probable that she was the one who faked the dying message.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
By "dying message", you mean the bloody letters that spell out "Gumshoe"...?
Portsman:
I figured that whoever wrote his name must have wanted to frame him. And just the act of choosing his name is proof enough that the two knew each other well.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! What are you waiting for! Hurry up and present some evidence!
Edgeworth:
I would love to... But first, we should listen a bit more, and digest what he is saying. (And Press him for more information.)
Edgeworth:
Do you wish to continue insisting that Ms. Byrde was set on stealing something?
Portsman:
Why not? It's the truth, after all. It was also by your logic that we came to the whole thievery conclusion anyway.
Edgeworth:
That may be, but you must also be aware of the fact that the safe is a secret safe. The existence of which is only privy to prosecutors...
Portsman:
Ah!
Edgeworth:
I find it a little hard to believe that a hidden safe was a part of her cunning plan.
Portsman:
B-But...! But she could've found it by accident while she was turning everything else upside-down!
Edgeworth:
I highly doubt that. I'd say the culprit knew exactly what they were looking for. After all, only the bookshelf and the safe were targeted.
Portsman:
Nnnnghaaaaaargh!
Gumshoe:
Yeah! Even I didn't know about that safe, pal! And that means there's no way Maggey could've known about it either!
Portsman:
Th-Then are you proposing... ...that the killer is a prosecutor...?
Edgeworth:
Interesting conclusion. That's definitely looking more and more probable.
Portsman:
............
Edgeworth:
What's wrong, Prosecutor? Do you have a different suspect in mind now?
Portsman:
I... I... Curses! Why!? What made you--!?
Gumshoe:
Wh-What's with the angry face all of a sudden...?
Portsman:
It's... It's all my fault...!
Edgeworth:
What do you mean?
Portsman:
It's Jim... He knew... about the existence of the secret safes.
Edgeworth:
! What did you just say...!?
Portsman:
We were partners! Like inseparable conjoined twins! That's why I told him. I filled him in on the secret safes.
Gumshoe:
Then that means...
Portsman:
Yeah, I know. I had only just told him, too... Obviously, it was wrong of me to tell him... I still can't quite believe it, but the thief who broke into your room was probably Jim...
Edgeworth:
(Now he's claiming that the victim was the thief...?)
Portsman:
And... you were simply trying to stop him, weren't you? Ms. Maggey Byrde...
Byrde:
Excuse me?
Edgeworth:
.........!
Portsman:
I mean, you ARE a security guard, right? That's your job. But, killing is going a bit too far, even in your risky profession.
Gumshoe:
What the--!? You're still accusing Maggey of the murder!?
Portsman:
Yes and no. I mean, she had stumbled upon Jim, who had probably drawn his gun... I get it! It was self defense, wasn't it!?
Byrde:
N-No! I... I couldn't... I could never do something like that, not even as a security guard, sir!
Gumshoe:
Plus, even if he was the thief, he wouldn't have a key to this office!
Portsman:
Which is precisely why he had to steal it, wouldn't you say? It was Jim who stole the master key.
Byrde:
Aaah!
Portsman:
Pretty impossible for a supposedly "stolen" key to be here with us, unless... ...well, unless you retrieved it from Jim after you killed him.
Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman, are you honestly accusing your own partner of being a thief?
Portsman:
I don't want to admit it, but it's the only way for everything else to make sense.
Edgeworth:
(Has he no honor!?)
Portsman:
Now then, I think we're done here. The investigation waits for no man. Would you people be so kind as to see yourselves out?
Gumshoe:
You can't kick us out! This is Mr. Edgeworth's office!
Portsman:
Ah, but I'm the one who's been assigned to this case. You are all suspects to varying degrees, and therefore, ineligible to run this show.
Edgeworth:
.........
Gumshoe:
Listen, pal! How many times do I have to say this!? Maggey CAN'T be the culprit!!
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Calm yourself.
Gumshoe:
B-But, sir...
Edgeworth:
We have no choice but to accommodate his request... for now.
Portsman:
Ha ha! Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth. At least ONE of you understands. Now, then, if you could remove yourselves from my crime scene, I'd be most grateful.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Mark my words, Mr. Portsman. We will meet again.
Portsman:
If that's a formal request from the legendary prosecutor himself, then I suppose so. Now don't disappoint me, you hear!?
To be continued.
March 14, 4:18 AMProsecutor's Building12th Floor Hallway
Gumshoe:
What is with that prosecutor!? I can't believe how rude he was! It was... unbelievable!
Edgeworth:
Please maintain your professionalism, Detective.
Gumshoe:
I'm gonna find some real solid evidence proving Maggey's innocence! You'll see, sir!
Byrde:
But we've been kicked out of the crime scene, sir!
Gumshoe:
T-True... So then, what now!?
Byrde:
Looks like my life's fallen into yet another gigantic ditch.
Edgeworth:
Do not despair, Ms. Byrde. We can overcome this as well. There are many other places and things we should be looking into anyway.
Gumshoe:
Eh!? Really, sir!?
Edgeworth:
For example, this hallway. The lynchpin of his argument against Ms. Byrde is related to the master key. In that case, this hallway is the perfect place to look for more information... ...regarding the mystery surrounding my door.
Begin InvestigationProsecutor's Building
12th Floor Hallway
Examine
Maggey Byrde
Edgeworth:
I was wondering if I may speak with you for a bit concerning this case.
Byrde:
I've always been a big fan of the courtroom, but this... ...this is like a dream! A dream where I'm being cross-examined by THE Miles Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
(I can't let this chance pass me by. I must remember to ask her about the master key. I should jog her memory by showing my notes to her through the Present Button.)
Talk
The victim
Edgeworth:
Have you ever met the victim before?
Byrde:
Well, I've seen him a couple of times before when I had to go to Mr. Portsman's office. Mr. Faith was always playing basketball with Mr. Portsman, sir.
Gumshoe:
That sounds like fun! Just once, I'd have loved to play with them.
Byrde:
It sounds like fun, but the only person ever taking a shot was Mr. Portsman... All Mr. Faith ever did was pass him the ball, sir...
Gumshoe:
...On second thought, I don't think I'd have fit in all that well with them.
Maggey Byrde
Edgeworth:
Ms. Maggey Byrde, correct? I take it that you are an acquaintance of the detective?
Gumshoe:
She was under my supervision back when she was still on the force, sir. One day, she got caught up in a murder, and things started going downhill, so she quit.
Byrde:
But I owe a lot to Detective Gumshoe for introducing me to my current employer! Or so I thought until a few hours ago... Right before I was about to clock out for the night...
Edgeworth:
...You got caught up in this whirlwind of a case, correct?
Byrde:
Don't worry. My whole life has been nothing but a whirlwind of bad luck and failures.
Edgeworth:
...?
Byrde:
Since I was 6 months old, when I fell from the 9th floor of my apartment building... ...I've been hit by all sorts of vehicles, gotten sick from all sorts of foods... ...failed at almost every test I've taken, experienced almost every kind of disaster... And now, I even managed to be named a criminal, just when I've become a security guard.
Edgeworth:
That's... a lot to go through in one lifetime...
Byrde:
I know! And just when I thought I had finally found my happiness... ...I wind up getting you and Detective Gumshoe involved in my bad luck.
Edgeworth:
You don't need to worry about me, Ms. Byrde. Nor do you need to worry about yourself. I will solve this case and prove your innocence. All I ask in return is for your cooperation.
Byrde:
Yes, sir, Mr. Edgeworth! You can count on me! I'll do all I can to help!
Used the master key? (appears after presenting Master Key)
Edgeworth:
What did you mean by you "used the master key"?
Byrde:
Oh, I had to use it to open the door for this prosecutor who had forgotten his key. I mean, it's my job as a security guard, right? .........Ah!
Edgeworth:
What is it?
Byrde:
That's right! I just remembered! The prosecutor who forgot his key... It was Mr. Portsman, sir!
Edgeworth:
What!? Please tell me more, Ms. Byrde. Quickly!
Forgetful Mr. Portsman (appears after "Used the master key?")
Byrde:
It was around 12 AM. Mr. Portsman had forgotten his office key, so he came down to security, sir.
Edgeworth:
And that's when you loaned the master key to him?
Byrde:
No way! It's against regulations to loan the master key out to anyone! I walked with Mr. Portsman to his office and opened the door for him personally, sir.
Edgeworth:
(I see...)
Gumshoe:
And then? What happened after that!?
Byrde:
Well, he called for me to come close up his office as he was leaving to go home. That was around 1:30 AM, I think.
Edgeworth:
So, in summary, for the sake of one forgetful prosecutor... ...you used the master key twice (Used the master key – This key was used to unlock and lock Portsman's office at 12 AM and 1:30 AM.) tonight.
Gumshoe:
Talk about suspicious!!
Edgeworth:
I doubt you can say that you've never left your keys at home, Detective... (I think this calls for a thorough examination of Mr. Portsman's door.)
Present
Prosecutor's Badge
Byrde:
That's a Prosecutor's Badge, isn't it? It proves that you're really a prosecutor!
Edgeworth:
(Interesting... Despite all appearances, she seems to know more than Gumshoe.)
Byrde:
With that badge, even I could be a professional prosecutor... Sir, may I please try that on? Just for a little bit!?
Edgeworth:
I don't think that would be a very good idea, do you?
Byrde:
I-I guess not...
Edgeworth:
(On second thought, they're actually on the same level...)
Master Key
Edgeworth:
So when did you discover that the master key was missing?
Byrde:
By the time I realized it, I think it was around 1 AM, sir. And I noticed it was back at around 2:30 AM. It was just sitting there on the ledge where the security room's reception window is. But I'm sure that between those two times it was not just gone, but stolen (Master key was stolen – This key went missing from approximately 1 AM until 2:30 AM.), sir!
Edgeworth:
Why is such an important key stored in such an insecure place?
Byrde:
Ah, it's not like that, sir. We always keep the key further inside the room, away from the window.
Edgeworth:
Always, you say? Except for this time, correct?
Byrde:
Well, I admit that was a bit careless, but I had my reasons! I left it out because I was sorta using it at the time. It was after I had used it that I left it sitting out on the ledge.
Edgeworth:
(She used the master key?)
Portsman's Office Door
Byrde:
I've had to open Mr. Portsman's office up for him a number of times before. I've also had the chance to see the inside of his office on a number of occasions, too. He's got shelves upon shelves of sports memorabilia, trophies, and awards in it... ...to the point where it's almost beyond gaudy, sir. ...But maybe I just feel that way because I'm jealous since I don't have even a single one.
Gumshoe:
Don't say that, Maggey! I... I'll make a special "Guard of the Month" award, just for you!
Byrde:
...Thanks for trying, but I've already got a mountain of consolation prizes, sir. They're proof of just how unbelievably unlucky my life has been. Plus, getting an award from you just isn't the same as getting a real award, sir!
Gumshoe:
N...Nnnnnnnnngh!
Anything else
Byrde:
I'm just a lowly security guard, so... ...I'm not sure what I should do with that other than to guard it!
Edgeworth:
(*sigh* It's like talking to another Gumshoe.)
Prosecutor
Prosecutor:
It looks like you're in quite the pinch, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
To be sure, a murder within the walls of the prosecutor's office is no trifling matter. We must find, apprehend, and punish the killer accordingly post-haste.
Prosecutor:
Sounds like a messy case you've got on your hands. If you ever feel lost, or need some advice, my door is always open!
Edgeworth:
How gracious. I will keep your offer in mind. (...Who is this guy again?)
Officer
Edgeworth:
Is everything alright?
Officer:
Yes, sir! If you must know, I weighed myself this morning, and I'm finally at 154 pounds!
Edgeworth:
...Congratulations, but I was asking about this hallway and this room.
Officer:
Oh! Everything's OK, sir!
Edgeworth:
A word of advice. Stay focused, or you may start to lose even more weight.
Sofa
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
File
Edgeworth:
...? It's...
Gumshoe:
Ah! isn't this that missing 0-series file, sir!?
Edgeworth:
No doubt about it. The bloody letters mark it clear as day. ...There seem to be a few pages missing. Our thief took only what was necessary, and left the rest behind.
Gumshoe:
So what are these 0 files about, sir? I guess they've got something worth stealing in them, huh.
Edgeworth:
Not particularly. It's just a collection of court case files. However... ...the cases within these files are not mine.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
They belonged to the high prosecutor that used to occupy my current office. I have my reasons, but let's just say I was charged with keeping them as they were.
Gumshoe:
Then that means the thief must've also wanted the file for a specific reason, right?
Edgeworth:
It would seem so. Only the pages related to that case from 10 years ago are missing.
Gumshoe:
I wonder why anyone would care about such an old case?
File (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
It's the stolen file... But what's it doing under here?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and why would you steal something and then leave it behind?
Edgeworth:
It looks like our thief took only what was needed.
Gumshoe:
So what are these 0 files anyway?
Edgeworth:
(Didn't I just explain that a few minutes ago?)
Gumshoe:
I guess they've got something worth stealing in them, huh.
Edgeworth:
Not particularly. It's just a collection of court case files. However... ...the cases within these files are not mine.
Gumshoe:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
They belonged to the high prosecutor that used to occupy my current office. I have my reasons, but let's just say I was charged with keeping them as they were.
Gumshoe:
Then that means the thief must've also wanted the file for a specific reason, right?
Edgeworth:
It would seem so. Only the pages related to that case from 10 years ago are missing.
Gumshoe:
I wonder why anyone would care about such an old case?
Cushions
Edgeworth:
A well-crafted, high-quality sofa for visitors. The stitching is excellent.
Gumshoe:
Talk about a luxury waiting area. These babies are also great for napping, you know!
Edgeworth:
You would sleep even out here, Detective? In a hallway?
Gumshoe:
Whenever I do, I always wind up dreaming about giving testimony up on the stand. But it always ends the same way: me getting trounced by a lawyer! Isn't that awful!?
Edgeworth:
(Maybe I should give it a try sometime... To envision myself winning, naturally.)
Space under sofa
Edgeworth:
I bet the thief's... not under here...
Gumshoe:
I guess there isn't enough space for anyone to hide under here anyway. I mean, if someone could contort themselves to fit, I'd be REALLY impressed!
Edgeworth:
(Sounds to me like somebody has already tried at least once before...)
Sofa (subsequent times, after examining file)
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Left office door
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Door
Edgeworth:
A minimalist, yet classy door made of top-quality wood. It's sturdily made, making it near impossible to break in by force.
Gumshoe:
It's almost... majestic, sir. I wish I could be as stately as this door.
Edgeworth:
(Only Gumshoe would praise a door as something greater than himself...) Being a detective has its own rewards, and a certain virtuous value... I think. If you live up to your full potential... that's a poignant trait that anyone can admire.
Gumshoe:
I see! So you're saying, sir, that me being me is the best thing I can do for everyone?
Edgeworth:
............Right.
Gumshoe:
...That long pause wasn't exactly reassuring, sir.
Number plate
Edgeworth:
1202. These four numbers on a number plate alone proclaim this to be my office.
Gumshoe:
Whoops! ...Hey! These number plates slide right out, sir!
Edgeworth:
They have to be able to take the plate off when a room becomes vacant, you know. Although... the idea that it can be so easily removed is kind of...
Doorknob
Edgeworth:
I don't see any signs of forced entry.
Gumshoe:
And according to the guard, no signs that the lock was picked, either, sir.
Edgeworth:
Meaning that the door really was opened with a key. Hmm... Did you happen to ask if any prints were lifted from the doorknob?
Gumshoe:
Apparently, the doorknob's clean as a whistle. Wiped, they think.
Edgeworth:
(Whoever this thief is, they did a good job of not leaving any clues behind.)
Left office door (subsequent times, after examining doorknob on door)
Edgeworth:
(I already checked this area earlier, but it never hurts to take another look.)
Basketball
Edgeworth:
What is a basketball doing here...?
Gumshoe:
That's Mr. Portsman's prized possession, sir. I heard he also plays soccer, dodge ball [sic], and even tennis.
Edgeworth:
And not a single one of those sports is suitable to be played in a hallway.
Right office door
Edgeworth:
This office...
Gumshoe:
Um... 1203... 1203... Hey Maggey, whose room is this again?
Byrde:
...It's Mr. Portsman's, sir.
Edgeworth:
So he's my new neighbor, I see... I suppose he moved in while I was away overseas?
Right office door (after clearing "Forgetful Mr. Portsman" Talk option with Maggey Byrde)
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Examine
Door
Edgeworth:
A minimalist, yet classy door made of top-quality wood.
Gumshoe:
It's kinda majestic, too! Fits in really well with the ambiance of the prosecutor's offices! Even Mr. Portsman seems dignified, just because he works behind one of these.
Edgeworth:
Nonsense. A man doesn't become more or less dignified because of where he works.
Gumshoe:
Well, he still seems more dignified than Mr. Payne.
Edgeworth:
(Mr. Payne...? I suppose custodial work can also be dignified.)
Number plate
Edgeworth:
Room 1203. I take it that this is Mr. Portsman's office?
Byrde:
Yeah, you can't mistake it because of that basketball hoop, sir. Oh, that reminds me. Mr. Portsman had actually wanted room 1202 really badly. But since you were already occupying it, Mr. Edgeworth, we put him next door, sir.
Edgeworth:
So why was Mr. Portsman so particular about getting room 1202?
Byrde:
I'm not sure, but I bet it's because of something like his birthday is December 2nd...?
Gumshoe:
Yup! That's gotta be it! I can't think of another reason why!
Edgeworth:
(I can think of at least three... Bah. Why am I even wasting time thinking about this?)
Doorknob
Edgeworth:
The door is locked tight.
Gumshoe:
Heh heh, I bet the ol' credit card trick wouldn't work here, huh Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This is the office of a high prosecutor, Detective. These doors would be pretty ineffective if the average cat burglar could get through them.
Gumshoe:
Aha! So I guess only a GREAT cat burglar could get in! That must be who our culprit is!
Edgeworth:
...Might I advise you to return that conclusion to whatever pawn shop you bought it from?
Basketball hoop
Gumshoe:
It's Mr. Portsman's personal basketball hoop.
Edgeworth:
I can't believe he put something like this in the hallway of a Prosecutor's Office.
Gumshoe:
But, you know, it's actually pretty useful, sir! I haven't gotten lost trying to get to your office since it's been here!
Edgeworth:
(How long have I had the same office, and yet you STILL managed to get lost!?)
Deduce doorknob (after examining doorknob of door and connecting "Master key was stolen" and "Used the master key" Logic)
Edgeworth:
(Is this spot somehow connected to any of the evidence I hold...?)
Present Mr. Portsman's Office
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Leads to:
"There's a contradiction here between reality and the evidence."
Any other deduction
Edgeworth:
Eureka!
Edgeworth:
This location contradicts this piece of evidence!
Gumshoe:
Hmm? I don't see anything wrong at all, sir...
Byrde:
Detective Gumshoe! You should think a little harder, sir! ...Although I don't really get it myself, either.
Edgeworth:
I-I see... In that case, I'll point out what's wrong once more for the two of you. (I sense that if I look a little harder, I'll find the contradiction slumbering here. I should probably also flip through my Organizer one more time...)
Leads back to examination of right office door
Edgeworth:
There's a contradiction here between reality and the evidence. If what Ms. Byrde has said is true, then why is this door locked tight?
Gumshoe:
Huh? You know, you're right!
Edgeworth:
Ms. Byrde, are you sure you didn't re-lock this door?
Byrde:
I am certain of it, sir. And I don't think Mr. Portsman noticed it himself that I hadn't...
Gumshoe:
Which means... what, sir?
Edgeworth:
It either means that he actually DOES have the key to his office... ...or that the door Ms. Byrde opened wasn't this one at all, but a completely different one.
Gumshoe:
She opened a different door? But how can you prove that?
Edgeworth:
There's an easy way to find out. All we need to do is... ...we need to examine these:
Prints on the master key
Edgeworth:
If we examine the fingerprints on the master key...
Gumshoe:
Well, if that's what you want to examine, sir, that was the very first thing we did. I can tell you that we didn't find any prints other than Maggey's.
Edgeworth:
.........
Byrde:
That's so brilliant, Mr. Edgeworth! So what can we deduce from that?
Edgeworth:
Ah, well...
Byrde:
I'll tell you what I deduced! I think this means that the culprit wiped their prints off!
Edgeworth:
............Y-Yes, that's exactly it. I'm glad you were able to come to the same conclusion. However, the more important matter is... 
Leads back to:
"...we need to examine these:"
Prints on the doorknob
Leads to:
"The prints on the doorknob will tell us everything!"
Prints on the number plate
Edgeworth:
The prints on the number plate, they will tell us all that we need to know.
Byrde:
Everything? Really? ...Like what, sir?
Edgeworth:
Like... Well, for example... And such as... Well, we know for sure that Detective Gumshoe's dinner will only consist of instant noodles!
Gumshoe:
Woooooow!!! That was amazing, sir! How did you know!?
Byrde:
Was that supposed to be a joke to cheer me up, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, that's it. Now then, we should get back to doing what we need to do and that is...
Leads back to:
"...we need to examine these:"
Edgeworth:
The prints on the doorknob will tell us everything!
Gumshoe:
Hey, you! Yeah, you, pal! Do us a favor and see what you can lift from this, OK!?
Gumshoe:
So!? What did you find out!?
Edgeworth:
There's no need for such belligerent nostril flaring, Detective.
Forensics:
Sir! I have found only Mr. Portsman's and Mr. Faith's prints on this doorknob.
Edgeworth:
So only two people's prints were found on this, huh? That's pretty decisive...
Gumshoe:
Huh? I'm lost, sir.
Edgeworth:
Thinking logically, a certain other person's prints should be on this knob as well. (Now then, whose prints should also be on this doorknob?)
Present Maggey Byrde profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"Don't you find it odd that the prints of the person who unlocked this door are absent?"
Present Buddy Faith or Jacques Portsman profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
............
Byrde:
............
Gumshoe:
Um, we already found Mr. Portsman's and Mr. Faith's prints, sir...
Edgeworth:
...Urngk! I-Is that so... W-Well, there should be one other person who left their mark on this.
Leads back to:
"Now then, whose prints should also be on this doorknob?"
Present Dick Gumshoe profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
And why would my prints be on this knob, sir?
Byrde:
Are you saying that Mr. Gumshoe has broken into Mr. Portsman's office before!?
Gumshoe:
Wh-What!? I've never even been inside that office! What are you saying, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Y-Yes, well... ...I was just testing your naïveté. I'll answer you straight from now on.
Gumshoe:
I wish you had done that from the very beginning, sir.
Edgeworth:
Um, sorry.
Leads back to:
"Now then, whose prints should also be on this doorknob?"
Edgeworth:
Don't you find it odd that the prints of the person who unlocked this door are absent?
Gumshoe:
You mean...?
Edgeworth:
Yes, the door that Ms. Byrde opened could not have been this one, but a different one.
Mr. Portsman's Office data updated in my Organizer.
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What have we here?)
Leads to examination of right office door
Right office door (after Mr. Portsman's Office data is updated in Organizer)
Edgeworth:
(I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.)
Basketball
Edgeworth:
Is this basketball property of Mr. Portsman?
Byrde:
Yes, sir! He's always ready for a match!
Gumshoe:
Basketball, soccer, dodge ball [sic], tennis... It doesn't matter what sport it is, he's game. Although, I think it'd be a little hard to play tennis with this ball. Ho ho.
Edgeworth:
That isn't the point you should be focusing on, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Y-You're right, sir! Now I know what I should be focusing on! Bad Mr. Portsman! Someone should teach him to clean his toys up after he's done playing!
Edgeworth:
...I think we've reached the end of this conversation.
Lower part of basketball hoop
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What's this...?)
Gumshoe:
What are you looking at, sir? Oh, hey! How about a game?
Edgeworth:
That's OK, Detective... I just found the position of this hoop to be a little off.
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're right, sir! I guess it shifted when someone made a seriously sweet slam dunk!
Edgeworth:
(The positioning of the hoop is definitely unnatural... I'd better take note of this.)
Basketball Hoop data jotted down in my Organizer.
Lower part of basketball hoop (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
(Hm? What's this...?)
Gumshoe:
What are you looking at, sir? Oh, hey! How about a game?
Edgeworth:
That's OK, Detective... I just found the position of this hoop to be a little off.
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're right, sir! I guess it shifted when someone made a seriously sweet slam dunk!
Edgeworth:
(The positioning of the hoop is definitely unnatural... I'd better take note of this.)
Slip of paper
Edgeworth:
What is this?
Gumshoe:
Looks like a scrap of paper. I'll get it, sir! Let's see... Oh, there's something written on it!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It looks like a note from the victim.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and it's for Mr. Portsman.
Note Left by Victim data jotted down in my Organizer.
Slip of paper (subsequent times)
Edgeworth:
What is this?
Gumshoe:
Looks like a scrap of paper. I'll get it, sir! Let's see... Oh, there's something written on it!
Edgeworth:
Hmm... It looks like a note from the victim.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, and it's for Mr. Portsman.
Right office door (after examining lower part of basketball hoop and slip of paper)
Edgeworth:
(I've already finished examining this area, but it never hurts to look again.)
Basketball hoop
Edgeworth:
What is a basketball hoop doing here...?
Gumshoe:
Hey, didn't this used to be just outside next to the building a long time ago?
Edgeworth:
So when and why was it moved indoors...?
Gumshoe:
I don't remember exactly, but I saw one of the officers drag it up here recently.
Edgeworth:
...Drag it!?
Gumshoe:
I heard that it wouldn't fit in the elevator, so the poor guy had to bring it himself.
Edgeworth:
(...All the way up to the 12th floor?)
Logic
Connect "Master key was stolen" and "Used the master key"
Edgeworth:
Ms. Byrde... I'm afraid there's a flaw in your story.
Byrde:
What!? No way, pal! I mean, sir!
Edgeworth:
You said that you locked up Mr. Portsman's office at around 1:30 AM, correct? However, the master key had already been stolen at that time.
Byrde:
Woooow... Nothing gets by you, Mr. Edgeworth! You saw that contradiction like a pro! I had totally forgot all about that! But thanks to you, I remember it now! You're right! It was around that very time that I realized the master key was missing.
Edgeworth:
And...?
Byrde:
Well, I'm a security guard, sir! I couldn't just admit to losing the master key, could I? So I... I pretended to lock up his room... sir.
Edgeworth:
You "pretended"?
Byrde:
Yeah, I used my house key and made it look like I was locking up, sir.
Edgeworth:
So in actuality, you never did re-lock the door, then.
Byrde:
Well, I thought that maybe I could go lock it after I found the key... Come to think of it, I guess the door still hasn't been locked properly...
Mr. Portsman's Office data jotted down in my Organizer.
Partner
Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!
Talk
Anything of interest?
Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe. You look rather intrigued by something. Care to share?
Gumshoe:
Aw, it's nothing... but I noticed that Mr. Portsman calls his partner "Jim". And the detective in that Sunday night drama, "All My Cops", is named Jim, too! I bet one of them is a big fan of that show.
Edgeworth:
You seem to know a little something about it yourself. I take it you watch it, too.
Gumshoe:
Of course! The tight bond of friendship between prosecutor and detective is great, sir! But it's nothing compared to the super strong friendship we have, ho ho ho.
Edgeworth:
"Friendship", Detective? I think you're mistaking it with "pity".
Gumshoe:
H-How can you say that, sir!? And after all we've been through, too... *sniffle*
Talking to witnesses
Edgeworth:
About Ms. Byrde...
Gumshoe:
No way she's the killer! Please don't tell me you buy into that accusation, sir!
Edgeworth:
Rest assured I think she's innocent. However, I need to ask her a few things regarding her security guard position.
Gumshoe:
Well, if you're only asking, that's OK. Just stand next to her and then touch the Talk Button. Then you two can talk about whatever topic you pick. When you want to ask her about evidence, all you have to do is Present it. After you choose what to show her, touch "Present" again, and off you two go! I recommend showing different people different things. You'd be surprised by what they say!
Edgeworth:
Thank you for the explanation, though I don't recall asking for one.
Gumshoe:
Oh, just so you know, sir, you can show ME evidence in the same way, too!
Edgeworth:
I do believe it's time to get down to business and ask some questions of Ms. Byrde.
Gumshoe:
Ignored again... *sniffle*
Ace Investigator (appears after examining file under sofa and clearing "The Victim" Talk option with Maggey Byrde)
Edgeworth:
I was wondering about the investigation...
Gumshoe:
Oh, I've been waiting for this! Let a real, seasoned pro teach you how it's done!
Edgeworth:
(A real seasoned pro? Of instant noodle cuisine, perhaps.)
Gumshoe:
You know that you can always check out the really important spots in more detail, right?
Edgeworth:
... Yes...
Gumshoe:
And if the area is too big, you can always use the Arrow Buttons at the bottom, right? Oh, but don't worry, sir. The Arrows only show up when you need to use them to see more.
Edgeworth:
I knew that as well.
Gumshoe:
AND! When you think there's a contradiction or something unusual, try Deduction! First, you line up your cursor with the suspicious-looking area. Then touch "Deduce" and choose your poison, I mean, evidence. When you've settled on a piece, you've gotta Present it!
Edgeworth:
I'm pretty sure I already knew that as well, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Well, if you can remember all that, then welcome to the world of pros! I dub you, "Ace Investigator"! Class dismissed!
Edgeworth:
(And all I wanted was an update about the investigation...)
Present
Basketball Hoop
Gumshoe:
Hey, I love basketball! I play all the time when I'm off duty!
Edgeworth:
...Interesting.
Gumshoe:
You should see me dribbling, faking, and weaving like a pro with my trusty coat on, sir! They call me the "Green Supernova"!
Edgeworth:
(He wears that tattered rag of a jacket even on his days off?)
After examining file under sofa, doorknob of left office door, lower part of basketball hoop, and slip of paper under right office door:
Investigation Complete
Edgeworth:
Poking around in this hallway has actually paid off quite handsomely.
Gumshoe:
Huh...? H-How so, sir!?
Edgeworth:
In a variety of different ways... I think it's time we had a little chat... ...with the real culprit of this case.
Byrde:
Y-You know who the real killer is!? Wow, Mr. Edgeworth!!
Edgeworth:
As long as my logic is sound, then yes... The mastermind behind this murder is none other than Mr. Portsman.
Byrde:
Whaaaaaaaaaat!? Mr. Portsman!?
Gumshoe:
I knew it! That's exactly what my logic senses were telling me, too! I suspected it was him from the instant he accused Maggey of being the killer, sir!
Edgeworth:
(That is anything but logical.) Lady and gentleman. Prepare yourselves. Come what may, it's time to knock on Truth's Door.
March 14, 5:12 AMHigh Prosecutor's OfficeRoom 1202
Forensics:
Mr. Portsman! I've finished processing the bloody letters, sir!
Portsman:
Alright! Let me take a gander at it! Pass it here! OK, looking good! You there! Take good care of this!
Gumshoe:
Gwwwwoooooooooooooooaaar!!!
Portsman:
Well, if it isn't Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
End of the line for you, Portsman. We've got you now!
Portsman:
Call off your dog, Mr. Edgeworth. Is this some kind of joke?
Edgeworth:
It's no joke. We know, Mr. Jacques Portsman, that you are the guilty party in this case.
Portsman:
...! You must be pretty upset, getting chased out of your own room. I'd be mad, too. So I guess you can stay... If you promise to stay out of our way.
Edgeworth:
You intend to hide your crime under the guise of a prosecutor doing his job? Hmph, I can see right through the unsightly, paper-thin mask you wear upon your cowl.
Portsman:
Ha ha. Who'd have ever thought it would come to this? Actually, come to think of it, your mentor was Manfred von Karma, right?
Edgeworth:
!
Portsman:
The legendary prosecutor who never lost a single case for 40 long years. But there was always this... incessant chatter about forged evidence with that guy.
Edgeworth:
............
Portsman:
Really teaches me that I've got to stay on the lookout for false accusations, you know?
Edgeworth:
Are you done trying to play mind games with me, because they won't work. The only thing you should be using that mouth of yours for now is explaining yourself. Although that, too, will only dig your hole deeper. Either way, your game is up.
Portsman:
Well, aren't we full of ourselves? Even though you have yet to prove anything.
Argument
-- Mr. Portsman's Rebuttal --
Portsman:
I have no idea what sort of hair-brained idea you have in mind, but...
...there's a mountain of evidence that points away from me being the culprit.
Besides, how, may I ask, do you propose I unlocked your door and got in here?
Look, I feel bad doing this to you, but I've got work to do, so we're done here.
Edgeworth:
Sorry, but we are not finished, yet.
Portsman:
Boy you're stubborn. I suppose you're basing your accusations on something?
Edgeworth:
(I'll show you what I'm basing my accusation on... with evidence.)
Rebuttal
-- Mr. Portsman's Rebuttal --
Portsman:
I have no idea what sort of hair-brained idea you have in mind, but...
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
My accusation is a hair-brained idea, is it?
Portsman:
You tell me. I'd say it is. After all...
Portsman:
...there's a mountain of evidence that points away from me being the culprit.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Oh? And what, pray tell, kind of evidence are we talking about here?
Portsman:
Jim was my partner, so you can't say I had a motive for killing him!
Edgeworth:
And...? That's it? That's not even an anthill, let alone a mountain.
Portsman:
But it's more than enough, wouldn't you agree?
Edgeworth:
...Might I recommend that you review what the word "evidence" means.
Portsman:
It doesn't change the fact that the evidence doesn't point to me as the killer.
Portsman:
Besides, how, may I ask, do you propose I unlocked your door and got in here?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately, I believe I have already shown how earlier.
Portsman:
Your speculations mean nothing, as I still insist that I could not gain access to your room.
Edgeworth:
(What should I do now? Should I raise an objection?)
Raise an objection
Edgeworth:
You claim to have had no way to open my door, however, is that really the honest truth?
Portsman:
Ha ha! Alright, I'll humor you. Go ahead, shoot!
Edgeworth:
Very well, then. I propose that you used this to open my door!
Present Master Key
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I believe you were able to open my office door."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Portsman:
............? And how do you propose I used this object to open your door?
Edgeworth:
You... That is...
Portsman:
It's OK. I know when someone's just grasping at straws.
Edgeworth:
...Gnnnrk! (What was it that Mr. Portsman used to gain entry into my office? I'd better take another look in my Organizer...)
Leads back to rebuttal
Don't raise an objection
Edgeworth:
(I need to gather a bit more information.)
Portsman:
What's wrong? Don't tell me all you wanted to do was find fault with my flawless logic?
Leads back to rebuttal
Present Master Key
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I believe you were able to open my office door."
Portsman:
Look, I feel bad doing this to you, but I've got work to do, so we're done here.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmph, I don't think so.
Portsman:
Oh? And why's that?
Edgeworth:
Because there is a flaw in your reasoning.
Portsman:
Are you calling me a liar?
Portsman:
So? Where's your proof? The saying, "Evidence is everything" isn't limited to just the courtroom, you know.
Edgeworth:
Hmph. You need not remind me. I'll show you all the evidence you want in time.
Edgeworth:
I believe you were able to open my office door. With the master key, no less.
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on for a sec. I never laid a finger on that key, as you already know.
Edgeworth:
Precisely. You were able to open my door without lifting a single finger. Well, maybe you did, but only to direct.
Portsman:
.........!
Edgeworth:
That's right. You used your finger to direct this person to open my door with the key!
Present Maggey Byrde profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"You had asked Ms. Byrde to open your own office door for you, yes?"
Present Jacques Portsman profile
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
You asked this person to open the door for you!
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
...Let me ask this in return! How and why would I have the master key in my possession? Huh?
Edgeworth:
(Aaargh! That was careless! Stay calm and think about it one more time. The answer is nearby, I just know it!)
Portsman:
So, what were you saying?
Leads back to:
"That's right. You used your finger to direct this person to open my door with the key!"
Present anyone else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Edgeworth:
You asked this person to open the door for you!
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
...Let me ask this in return! How and why would that person have the master key? Huh?
Edgeworth:
(Aaargh! That was careless! Stay calm and think about it one more time. The answer is nearby, I just know it!)
Portsman:
So, what were you saying?
Leads back to:
"That's right. You used your finger to direct this person to open my door with the key!"
Edgeworth:
You had asked Ms. Byrde to open your own office door for you, yes?
Portsman:
Yeah, I kind of forgot my key at home. Happens a bit too often for my taste, you know?
Edgeworth:
But the room you had Ms. Byrde open at that time was not your own, was it?
Portsman:
!
Byrde:
Wh-What!?
Portsman:
You have quite the imagination. But why don't we ask the girl herself whose door she opened, shall we?
Byrde:
Um... I'm certain that it was Mr. Portsman's door, sir. I checked the number plate to make sure I was opening the right door, sir!
Portsman:
See, Ms. Byrde backs up my story.
Edgeworth:
Yet, what if you had mislead her, to fool her into thinking what you wanted?
Portsman:
Hah! And how do you suppose I did that!?
Edgeworth:
By switching the number plates on our doors, for example.
Byrde:
That's right! They do slide out pretty easily!
Edgeworth:
Furthermore, you then used one other thing to give a very strong impression... ...that the door she was opening was yours and not, in fact, mine. (What was it that Mr. Portsman used to make Ms. Byrde think that it was his room?) 
Present Basketball Hoop
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"What!? The basketball hoop, sir!?"
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Portsman:
............? What's wrong, Mr. Edgeworth?
Byrde:
Even I wouldn't get tricked by something like that, sir.
Edgeworth:
I-I suppose not...
Gumshoe:
Was Maggey really mislead, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I believe so, and Mr. Portsman used this to give her the wrong impression!
Leads back to:
"What was it that Mr. Portsman used to make Ms. Byrde think that it was his room?"
Byrde:
What!? The basketball hoop, sir!?
Edgeworth:
It's quite the peculiar fixture in any hallway, let alone a hallway in this building. Which is why it left an unusually strong impression on you. It's an object perfectly suited to sit just outside the office of a peculiar prosecutor.
Portsman:
Gwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Byrde:
That's very true, sir! Because there was a basketball hoop sitting there... ...I thought the door I was opening had to be Mr. Portsman's!
Edgeworth:
There are signs that the hoop has been moved. To sit it in front of my office, to be sure.
Portsman:
I...I see. So that's how you throw suspicion on people. Thanks for the tip. But I think your conjecture is a little off the race track.
Argument
-- Conjecture's Rebuttal --
Portsman:
Now you're just spouting nonsense.
I had the girl open my office door.
After that, I was in my room the entire time.
You don't have a single reason to suspect me!
Edgeworth:
(So he intends to claim his innocence to the end, does he?)
Portsman:
I'm as pure and innocent as my jacket. And Ms. Byrde is as dirty and guilty as the jacket she wears.
Byrde:
My jacket's not dirty, I'll have you know! I just washed it yesterday!
Edgeworth:
Please calm down, for I intend to show who is the one truly covered in slime here.
Rebuttal
-- Conjecture's Rebuttal --
Portsman:
Now you're just spouting nonsense.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Nonsense, you say?
Portsman:
Yes. Because I'm telling the truth here.
Portsman:
I had the girl open my office door.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Using the master key, of course...
Portsman:
Sure. You have a problem with that? That IS what the master key is for, right?
Edgeworth:
(Perhaps we should place it in an elaborate labyrinth of some sort for people like you.)
Portsman:
After that, I was in my room the entire time.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
And what were you doing in your office?
Portsman:
I was doing my usual training regiment.
Edgeworth:
Training regiment? Were you going through your law books from start to finish?
Portsman:
Mainly batting practice and some weights. Oh, and I jog when I get the chance.
Gumshoe:
Wow, you must be the buffest prosecutor we have!
Edgeworth:
...With the weakest legal muscles, it would seem.
Portsman:
I was doing my usual workout so...
Present Note Left by Victim
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"That, was a lie."
Portsman:
You don't have a single reason to suspect me!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I think I've given you quite a few reasons, actually.
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
B-But none of those would stand up on their own!
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Then what about all the evidence!?
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
It's all circumstantial! No judge would convict on such flimsy evidence!
Edgeworth:
(He seems to be trembling a little... One more little push... All I have to do is find the flaw in his testimony!)
Edgeworth:
That, was a lie.
Portsman:
Wh-What are you talking about!? How was that a lie!?
Edgeworth:
This is a note that the victim left for you, Mr. Portsman.
Portsman:
A note?
Edgeworth:
It was left under your door. Or did you not notice? And right here, it says, "but you're out."
Portsman:
............
Edgeworth:
You were not in your room when the victim came to call on you. So then, where were you and what were you doing?
Portsman:
Aaaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth:
Shall I explain it in full detail for you? You were busy snooping around in my room, the very room you had Ms. Byrde open for you!
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
Th-That's just nonsense! You have no evidence that I made the girl open your door for me!
Edgeworth:
Oh, but I do. I have very decisive evidence!
Portsman:
N-No way!!
Edgeworth
This is proof positive that you had Ms. Byrde open the door for you!
Present Mr. Portsman's Office
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"I had your door dusted for prints."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Portsman:
I think you need to take a good look at this piece of evidence!
Portsman:
You know... Nope, I've got nothing. Getting sleepy, are we? I guess it is getting kind of late.
Edgeworth:
Argh! I'll have you know I'm wide awake! And I'll prove it to you!
Leads back to:
"This is proof positive that you had Ms. Byrde open the door for you!"
Edgeworth:
I had your door dusted for prints.
Portsman:
My door? Hah, what for? Come on, I bet you didn't find anything. You sure are good at wasting time.
Edgeworth:
You're right. I didn't find anything, and definitely not Ms. Byrde's fingerprints.
Portsman:
Her prints? What do they have to do with anything?
Edgeworth:
Let's put it this way. If she really was the one who opened your door... ...then her prints should naturally be on the doorknob she touched!
Portsman:
Aaaack!
Edgeworth:
Further, all of the prints on my office door's knob have been wiped clean off. I can only assume it's because Ms. Byrde's fingerprints were on it. Don't you think it's time you gave up your charade? We know you stole into my office with the intent of stealing something from me. And Detective Faith found you out. Possibly because he heard sounds coming from a room whose occupant was on leave. Mr. Portsman, you killed Mr. Faith to silence him. And I had the misfortune to return when I did; you had to threaten me as you escaped.
Portsman:
............
Edgeworth:
As I said when you had the gun to my back... ...no one gets away with committing murder in my office.
Portsman:
.........Heh heh. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh...
Edgeworth:
.........!
Portsman:
Haaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Gumshoe:
And just what's so funny, pal!?
Portsman:
Well, that look of stiff seriousness on the face of this office's finest prosecutor... ...as he makes a huge mistake in accusing me is simply too much to bear. There's just nothing else like it in the world!
Edgeworth:
What!?
Byrde:
Mr. Edgeworth just explained it all, and he even backed it up! You're the murderer! Stop trying to be slippery and just admit to the crime already!
Portsman:
And as I said earlier, it's all so circumstantial, so full of conjecture. You say you checked my doorknob for prints? Well, I can readily confess that I had wiped that knob down well.
Byrde:
Eh?
Portsman:
I'm a little obsessive-compulsive, you see. I didn't want to touch a doorknob that you had touched. Which is why I wiped the knob down as soon as I could after you opened the door. After that, it makes perfect sense that only Jim's and my own prints would be on there.
Gumshoe:
You! You made that up just now, didn't you!?
Portsman:
Furthermore, as for the note Jim left for me, do you know exactly when that was? For all we know, he could've left it there before I arrived at the office. Like, early evening, for example.
Edgeworth:
Are you saying you failed to notice a note in your doorway?
Portsman:
Hey, even geniuses fail at times. I was probably too preoccupied by work-related matters, although that's no excuse.
Byrde:
Now that's just a flat-out lie! There's no way you didn't notice a note that size!
Portsman:
Ah, but you can't prove that, can you?
Edgeworth:
............
Byrde:
Say something, Mr. Edgeworth! Back me up here, sir!
Edgeworth:
(Nngh... Portsman makes a good point. I can't prove that he didn't simply overlook it.)
Portsman:
Besides, I have an airtight alibi.
Edgeworth:
Airtight, you say?
Portsman:
I only realized that I had one just now as we were talking. I guess it would've been better for all of us if I had told you sooner!
Argument
-- Portsman's Alibi --
Portsman:
If memory serves, you came back to this office at around 2 AM, correct?
And it was then that you had that unfortunate confrontation at gunpoint with the culprit.
But at exactly that time, I was down in Criminal Affairs!
Ask around. I'm sure the other detectives will corroborate my story. It's the perfect alibi!
Edgeworth:
Do you really think it's that perfect!?
Portsman:
Like I said, I don't care. Ask around all you like! You'll see for yourself.
Edgeworth:
......... Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Sir, yes, sir! I'll go check out his alibi, sir! Be right back!
Gumshoe:
M-Mr. Edgeworth, sir! I think we're in trouble! It's just like Mr. Portsman said! The guys down in Criminal Affairs said they saw him at around 2 AM!
Portsman:
You see?
Edgeworth:
............ (All of the evidence points to him being the culprit. So there must be a contradictory point in his alibi somewhere!)
Rebuttal
-- Portsman's Alibi --
Portsman:
If memory serves, you came back to this office at around 2 AM, correct?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
You are correct; it was around 2 AM...
Portsman:
Are you sure? It's really important to me that you're spot on with the time.
Edgeworth:
I remember checking my watch then, and make no mistake, it was 2.
Portsman:
Ooh! Giving testimony like a pro! OK, so you came back to your office at 2...
Portsman:
And it was then that you had that unfortunate confrontation at gunpoint with the culprit.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
It is as you say, however...
Portsman:
Yes, however, you are the only one who claims to have bumped into the culprit. So tell me, did you see the person's face? Was it me who you saw?
Edgeworth:
...It was pitch black, so I couldn't actually see.
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
Oh, come now. I'm sure you saw something! Try a little harder why don't you?
Edgeworth:
(I'm beginning to feel like I'M the one being interrogated here...)
Portsman:
Oh well, it doesn't matter if you remember or not. It only matters that you ran into the culprit.
Portsman:
But at exactly that time, I was down in Criminal Affairs!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
So you paid the Criminal Affairs Department a visit...
Portsman:
Yup! Right after I left the Prosecutors' Building, I headed straight for the precinct.
Portsman:
Ask around. I'm sure the other detectives will corroborate my story. It's the perfect alibi!
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Hmm, well, we did go and ask around to confirm your testimony.
Portsman:
And it was just as I said, right?
Gumshoe:
...Yes, sir. A number of detectives said that they saw you at around that time.
Portsman:
See! I have the perfect alibi! That's the ace I had up my sleeve.
Edgeworth:
(Argh...!)
Edgeworth:
(Portsman's alibi may seem perfect at first glance... ...but I know there's a hole in it somewhere. All I need to do is "Press" him a little and see what comes of it.)
After pressing all statements:
Edgeworth:
(Impossible! He actually DOES have the perfect alibi!)
Portsman:
What's wrong? Why the sudden sullen look on your face?
Gumshoe:
Can't you say anything back, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Portsman:
Heh, I think we've reached the end of the line and it's time to get off this crazy train. You there!
Officer:
Sir!
Portsman:
Please escort the young lady out. But remember, be gentle.
Gumshoe:
M-Maggey!!
Byrde:
Detective Gumshoe!!
Edgeworth:
(Is there... nothing I can do? There must be a way to turn this situation around! If I only had a clue... Did I miss something that can help me cast doubt on his alibi (Mr Portsman's alibi – The intruder I met could not have been Portsman. Then who could it have been?)? I need to calmly think this through one more time, and with Logic!)
Logic
Connect "Files in disarray" and "Mr. Portsman's alibi"
Edgeworth:
Evidence points to the shelves being disturbed once before and once after the murder. But who is to say that the person who did it the second time is the same as the first? 
Leads to:
"Which could mean..."
Connect "Mr. Portsman's alibi" and "Another handgun"
Edgeworth:
There were two bullets left at the scene of the crime. One that robbed Mr. Faith of his life... ...and one that nearly robbed me of my jacket. However, the murder weapon only shows signs of being fired once. Meaning that it is entirely possible... ...that a second gun was used in my office tonight. But, seeing as how the killer had to steal Mr. Faith's gun... ...I doubt the killer had another gun up their sleeve. Therefore... ...the second gun could've been the property of an entirely different person.
Leads to:
"Which could mean..."
Edgeworth:
Which could mean... ...that there was another person (Another visitor – Maybe the victim and his killer weren't the only visitors to my office tonight.) who paid a visit to my office tonight.
Logic
Connect "Another handgun" and "Another visitor"
Edgeworth:
If, indeed, there were two culprits... ...then that resolves the contradiction behind our murder weapon. Despite the fact that there are two bullets here in this room... ...the murder weapon only shows signs of being fired once. Leaving the possibility that the other bullet was fired from the other visitor's gun. Furthermore...
Leads to:
"If we suppose that the second culprit's gun was the one that was pointed at my back..."
Connect "Files in disarray" and "Another visitor"
Edgeworth:
Supposing that there was yet another visitor tonight... ...that would also resolve the issue of why my shelves were upended twice. We know that the shelves were disturbed once before and once after the murder... ...so it shouldn't be much of a stretch to think that it was the work of two different people. Once by the person who stole the victim's gun and then killed him with it... ...and once again after the murder by our second culprit... ...who was the owner of the second gun.
Leads to:
"If we suppose that the second culprit's gun was the one that was pointed at my back..."
Edgeworth:
If we suppose that the second culprit's gun was the one that was pointed at my back...
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman. It seems that I need to amend my assumptions regarding this case.
Portsman:
Great! So you've finally come to your senses.
Byrde:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Gumshoe:
Sir! What are you saying!?
Edgeworth:
This has been a big misunderstanding on my part from the start. I had assumed that the person I ran into was the killer, but that may not be the case.
Portsman:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
The person I ran into was just your average thief.
Gumshoe:
A thief...? But, sir doesn't that cause some sort of contradiction in the facts?
Edgeworth:
Not at all. It simply means that the killer was someone else. And it means that in actuality, two culprits stole into my office tonight!
Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean TWO!?
Edgeworth:
It explains both why my shelves were disturbed twice and how there were two guns. Mr. Portsman tricked Ms. Byrde and gained entry into my office.
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
Now you're just leading the argument. You still don't have any actual proof, you know!
Edgeworth:
If you could please go along with my hypothetical scenario for now, Mr. Portsman. In the end, if you really are innocent, you should have nothing to worry about.
Portsman:
Grr...!
Edgeworth:
Now then, returning to my scenario, Mr. Portsman was out to steal something from me... ...which is why he checked my secret safe and ransacked my shelves. This is the first time.
Gumshoe:
So then... this would be when the files were put back in the wrong order, right?
Edgeworth:
Correct. And then, just when he was about to look somewhere else... ...who should walk in but his own partner, Mr. Faith.
Gumshoe:
But why did Mr. Faith come into your room, sir?
Edgeworth:
He probably had business with Mr. Portsman, which is why he was in the area. But that's when he noticed sounds coming from my office would be my guess.
Byrde:
Oh! Because you were supposed to be away, right!?
Gumshoe:
And he must've thought it was odd, so he came into this office to check it out!
Edgeworth:
Correct. And as a detective, that was the right thing to do.
Byrde:
But when he came in, he found his own partner standing there...
Edgeworth:
Because it was Mr. Portsman, Mr. Faith probably let his guard down. But Mr. Portsman was not so merciful as to let him leave alive. He waited for a chance and stole Mr. Faith's gun from him, and then...! He killed him. He silenced Mr. Faith for catching him in the act of stealing.
Portsman:
..................
Edgeworth:
This was the moment in which the first shot was fired, the one that landed in my files. Following that, Mr. Portsman wiped the gun down and left it behind as he made his exit. He could afford to do that because he had also left the fake dying message behind.
Gumshoe:
You're such a complicated troublemaker, you know that!?
Edgeworth:
Well, if things were as simple as that, then all would be solved. However... ...there was yet another visitor to my room, and this is where it gets complicated.
Portsman:
There was another...?
Gumshoe:
...Visitor, sir?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and this other person's objective was also to steal something from me. Now then, even after Mr. Portsman left, the door to my office remained unlocked. However, this new visitor had no way of knowing that, and so... ...they stole the master key from the security guard's room... ...and then entered my room and searched through my shelves. This was the second time they were disturbed, and it seems the thief found their prize.
Gumshoe:
The stolen 0 file, right, sir!?
Edgeworth:
Correct. Only, just as the thief was about to leave with the file, I appeared. The thief then threatened me with their own gun, and made their escape. The second bullet was fired during that brief encounter.
Gumshoe:
So the shelves getting messed up twice and the two bullets... It was all because two different people were doing those things at two different times!
Edgeworth:
Precisely. So now do you see, Mr. Portsman? The person I met was just a thief, and was not, in fact, Mr. Faith's killer! Your alibi for the time frame in which I ran into the other person is now irrelevant... ...because we now know that the murder took place during the first culprit's visit!
Portsman:
Objection!
Portsman:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Gumshoe:
What's so funny, pal!?
Portsman:
Absolutely splendid! Your scenario explains everything!
Gumshoe:
Of course it does! It's Mr. Edgeworth, after all!
Portsman:
But you know, it still doesn't change the fact that it's all circumstantial.
Edgeworth:
!
Portsman:
Supposing if, and that's a big "if", your theory is right... ...it would indeed render my alibi, which has withstood scrutiny, mind you, irrelevant. But there is still one defining point of your argument for which you have no evidence. Your supposition that I was the "first visitor".
Gumshoe:
Grrrrrrr! Mr. Edgeworth! You can't let him get away with that, sir!
Edgeworth:
.........But he has a point. I have absolutely no proof at this point.
Byrde:
Don't say that, sir...
Gumshoe:
I-I don't believe this! Don't worry Maggey, I'll do something if I must!
Portsman:
You know something? I find your attitude to be somewhat peculiar, Mr. Edgeworth. If the person you met really was just a plain ol' thief... ...then why is that person not your main suspect? That is, if your theory is correct.
Argument
-- Portsman's Alibi, Pt. 2 --
Portsman:
That thief you ran into should be your real suspect, wouldn't you say?
We should be out there looking for that thief right now. They might still be nearby.
I hate to repeat myself, but as I've already said, I was training in my room.
And when Jim came to deliver some evidence to me, I was down at Criminal Affairs.
So I can't be expected to know what happened around here after I left.
Edgeworth:
So you think we should be out there looking for the thief?
Portsman:
Of course! Now isn't the time to be wasting time on dead-end discussions!
Edgeworth:
I don't think it's at all "dead-ended". I find your alibi to be fascinating. Let's continue where we left off, shall we?
Portsman:
............
Edgeworth:
(I know he's lying. I know he was here, at the scene of the crime. I just have to find a way to prove it.)
Rebuttal
-- Portsman's Alibi, Pt. 2 --
Portsman:
That thief you ran into should be your real suspect, wouldn't you say?
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Actually, no, I wouldn't.
Portsman:
Wh-Why not?
Edgeworth:
That's elementary. The dying message, of course. Mr. Faith's killer very clearly left those letters on the spines of those files... And it was after they were on there that the thief stole one of them.
Gumshoe:
You mean the 0 files, right!?
Edgeworth:
And that's how we also know the letters themselves were a set-up, and not from Mr. Faith. If the thief was the killer, do you think they would try to undermine themselves?
Portsman:
Aaaah! Err, maybe the killer just didn't think of that either? Yes, that must be it! Maybe, just maybe...
Portsman:
We should be out there looking for that thief right now. They might still be nearby.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Once escaped, I highly doubt a thief would linger nearby.
Portsman:
Well, you never know. Maybe they didn't get what they were really after.
Edgeworth:
Oh? You talk like you know quite a bit about this thief.
Portsman:
Ah, it's nothing like that! I have no idea about anything. After all...
Portsman:
I hate to repeat myself, but as I've already said, I was training in my room.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
But according to Mr. Faith's note...
Portsman:
Hold on, I thought we already cleared that up. Didn't we say that Jim left that note for me in the early evening? If you have proof that he left it at a different time, say, just before he was murdered...
Edgeworth:
...I don't have any, no.
Portsman:
You see! So I insist again that I was in my office the entire time...
Portsman:
And when Jim came to deliver some evidence to me, I was down at Criminal Affairs.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
Why didn't you go there with Ji... Mr. Faith?
Portsman:
Ah, that's because he said he was tired and was going to take a quick nap. You know those sofas in the hallway? He likes to sleep on those. It's one of his habits.
Edgeworth:
And what of the evidence he brought?
Portsman:
They were related to yesterday's case. Just two items: a gun and a pendant.
Edgeworth:
(...Interesting. This piece of testimony seems too crucial to let slip through the cracks.)
Adds statement "He brought me two items, a gun and a pendant, that are related to yesterday's case."
Portsman:
He brought me two items, a gun and a pendant, that are related to yesterday's case.
Press
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
A gun and a pendant...?
Portsman:
Yes, this gun, which was the murder weapon... ...and this pendant, which belonged to the victim.
Edgeworth:
And why were you taking them to Criminal Affairs?
Portsman:
There was something in a past case file I wanted to compare these two to. But all this has nothing to do with this case right now. Anyway, I believe you'll find the long paper trail I left to be to your satisfaction.
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, this is all matching up with what Detective Gumshoe found out...)
Present Note Left by Victim
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Leads to:
"Only two pieces? I believe the proper phrase here is, 'you fail.'"
Portsman:
So I can't be expected to know what happened around here after I left.
Press
Edgeworth:
Hold it!
Edgeworth:
I can't expect you to know, can I?
Portsman:
Nope. But I guess you can expect me to take a guess based on logical deductions.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Then let's see you deduce.
Portsman:
Jim waited for me to leave, and then stole the master key. For the purpose of sneaking into your room, of course. And that's when Ms. Byrde caught him red-handed... and the murder occurred. It's all exactly as I had laid out earlier.
Edgeworth:
(I know he's lying. I know he was here, at the scene of the crime. I just have to find a way to prove it.)
Edgeworth:
Only two pieces? I believe the proper phrase here is, "you fail."
Portsman:
E-Excuse me?
Edgeworth:
You fail as a prosecutor, Mr. Portsman, as you intend to keep evidence hidden from me.
Portsman:
What are you talking about? I-I haven't hidden anything from you...
Edgeworth:
Well, here's a piece I think you should read. Carefully.
Byrde:
Ah! It says that Mr. Faith was bringing three pieces!
Edgeworth:
Yes, and this is the victim's real dying message to you, Mr. Portsman.
Portsman:
He...! I can't believe...! To get tripped up by simple arithmetic...!
Edgeworth:
Where is the missing piece of evidence!?
Portsman:
...I... It's...
Edgeworth:
You have it, don't you? Only the guilty would make such a face. Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
You don't have to say it, sir! I'll pat the guy down from head to toe!
Portsman:
Wh--! Don't come any closer! I'm warning you!
Gumshoe:
This is all part of the investigation, PAL, so don't even think about stopping me!
Portsman:
Noooooooooooooooo!!!
Gumshoe:
Hey! What's this!? He had this on him, sir!
Edgeworth:
Despite what you said, it would appear that you do have something to hide.
Gumshoe:
But why would he hide something like that!?
Edgeworth:
Hmph. There's only one reason why anyone would hide evidence of this caliber. Because it would unequivocally point to that person himself as the real killer.
Portsman:
.........Nnngh...
Edgeworth:
Let's examine this video tape in a little more detail! For the section of the tape that will drive the last nail into his coffin!
Leads to examination of tape
Examine tape
Bloodstain on back
Leads to:
"Ah! That's blood, isn't it!?"
Label
Edgeworth:
(The KG-8 Incident...?)
Gumshoe:
That's a police case number, sir! Does that mean this video is evidence from that case?
Edgeworth:
Interesting... However, what's recorded on this isn't what's important right now. Let's give the casing a thorough once over.
Gumshoe:
Ah! That's blood, isn't it!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, and I believe this is what the "good prosecutor" was trying to hide from us! This blood is still fresh.
Gumshoe:
You mean, this might be Detective Faith's blood!?
Portsman:
...N-N-N-N-No! No! You've got it all wrong!
Edgeworth:
Hmph, no amount of denial can save you. We have but to run a blood test to find the truth.
Portsman:
Nnngh...
Edgeworth:
You told us that you had received evidence from the victim earlier. Now you will tell us when and how did the victim's blood find its way onto this video.
Byrde:
Yeah! It's totally suspicious!
Edgeworth:
Was it at the moment of his death!? Did Detective Faith have this video tape on his personage when you killed him!?
Portsman:
You know very well there's no way to prove that!
Edgeworth:
Not even if we were to examine this tape for fingerprints?
Portsman:
Gnaagh!
Edgeworth:
If I had to take a guess... ...I'd say that the only ones on here would belong to the murderous you, and Mr. Faith!
Portsman:
No! Impossible! I--! I'm--! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
March 14, 5:47 AMHigh Prosecutors' OfficesRoom 1202
Gumshoe:
Mr. Portsman has been placed under arrest for the murder of Detective Buddy Faith, sir!
Edgeworth:
Very good.
Gumshoe:
And the results we got back from the lab techs on the tape turned out to be real solid, sir! The bloodwork came back, and it was definitely Mr. Faith's blood on there. And as a bonus, they were also able to lift a few of Mr. Faith's fingerprints as well!
Byrde:
Thank you so very much, Mr. Edgeworth! I still can't believe I got to see your cool deduction skills outside the courtroom! I'm impressed beyond words, sir!
Edgeworth:
It was nothing. I'm just sorry you got caught up in a murder in my office. Please accept my apologies.
Byrde:
Aww, it was nothing. Really. Compared to what I've been through, I mean! I consider myself lucky that it was only a burglary and a murder this time, sir! If it had been a hold-up, or a hostage situation, I'd have thrown my hands up in the air. I think I'm finally rising up from a "Goddess of Misfortune" to just an "Unlucky Person"!
Edgeworth:
(Something tells me we should have hired a different person for security detail...)
Gumshoe:
You know something, sir? That Mr. Portsman really was one corrupt prosecutor.
Edgeworth:
And why would you say he was "corrupt"?
Gumshoe:
Well, I heard that there were a number of suspicious things related to his court cases. There's even rumors about how some of the evidence he uses is forged, sir.
Edgeworth:
(Forged evidence, huh...)
Gumshoe:
And they say he even decided not to prosecute a few cases for some really vague reasons.
Byrde:
Oooh! That guy was a complete disgrace to the entire profession!
Edgeworth:
We never did get around to asking what his reason was for breaking into my office.
Gumshoe:
Yeah... Whenever we got near that topic, he just clammed up.
Edgeworth:
(Although, we can be pretty certain that it was to steal something.)
Gumshoe:
This is just between you and me, sir, but... ...there's a rumor that some sort of huge organization is involved behind the scenes.
Edgeworth:
Oh? Well, well...
Edgeworth:
With Mr. Portsman not willing to divulge anything, it certainly lends credence to that rumor. ...It would seem that we haven't heard the last of this.
Gumshoe:
Huh!? Then Mr. Portsman isn't the bad guy!?
Edgeworth:
I didn't say that. But rather, that there are still many more mysteries for us to solve. For example, we still haven't figured out the significance to this piece of evidence...
Present Stolen 0-Series File
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Leads to:
"The person who stole this file... the other villain of the night..."
Present anything else
Edgeworth:
Take that!
Gumshoe:
Um, sir... I don't think there's any mystery left to that piece...
Edgeworth:
You... might be right there...
Gumshoe:
I think you've solved the case already, Mr. Edgeworth. The only thing left that we still don't know about is maybe this.
Edgeworth:
Yes, the 0-series file. The significance of which we have yet to fully comprehend.
Leads to:
"The person who stole this file... the other villain of the night..."
Edgeworth:
The person who stole this file... the other villain of the night...
Gumshoe:
...Yeah, I wonder who it was?
Edgeworth:
And what happened to the stolen pages? (I wonder... Who in the world was it that held me up at gunpoint?)
Forensics:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir!
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Forensics:
I came across this while I was processing your office earlier, sir.
Edgeworth:
This card--!
Gumshoe:
What is it, sir? Is that a bird or something on there?
Edgeworth:
It's not just any bird... It is the mark of the raven. A three-legged raven. Even you should know what this is, Detective.
Gumshoe:
Oh! It's about that thing, isn't it? That Great Thief everyone's talking about!?
Edgeworth:
Yes, it is the mark of the Great Thief "Yatagarasu"! Under the mark of a legendary bird, the Yatagarasu is noble to the end, a modern Robin Hood. Labeled "mysterious" and "phantom-like", the Yatagarasu appears and vanishes at will. Though we don't know much about this thief's ultimate goal, we do know the targets. The Yatagarasu likes to find and make public, evidence of corrupt dealings of all sorts. The theft is always performed in silence and always with perfection. Once a target is chosen, no dramatic calling card or announcement is sent forth. Instead, the chosen corporation is infiltrated without even the target noticing. Some days later, the evidence that was found is sent out to the mass media... ...along with this single card. Although, it has been a while since the Yatagarasu's last appearance...
Gumshoe:
Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! Look, something's written on the back!
Edgeworth:
What? Let me see!
Gumshoe:
It's the location of where the thief put the stolen files!
Edgeworth:
(So the person who stole the contents of the file was the Yatagarasu...?)
Edgeworth:
"Yatagarasu". "Organization". Quite a few key words are popping up in this mystery. The murder in my office... The return of the Great Thief "Yatagarasu"... Looking back, I can't say I didn't see these events coming... ...for they were heralded by the incidents that began to occur two days ago.
THE END
Nothing to examine
Edgeworth:
There's nothing of interest here.
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(Hmm, the pieces don't fit together quite right...)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(I can't see a clear connection between these two pieces of information.)
Connect Logic incorrectly
Edgeworth:
(...Not exactly a shining example of the perfect line of logic.)
Too many penalties (before Jacques Portsman arrives)
Edgeworth:
(Tsk... Where has the time gone...?)
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! You must be really worn out from your trip. Are you jet-lagged? You really should go home and take it easy, sir! Remember, a man's gotta have his health!
Edgeworth:
I understand... However, I can't allow this case to go unsolved.
Gumshoe:
Nope! You shouldn't push it, sir! Leave it to me! I'll get to the bottom of it! I promise!
Edgeworth:
But... But...
Edgeworth:
A few days passed, and as I suspected, the case went unsolved. Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Too many penalties (after Jacques Portsman arrives, but before first argument)
Portsman:
Looks like even the mighty "Genius Prosecutor" is no match for me!
Edgeworth:
Wh-What are you...!?
Portsman:
I have already figured out who the real culprit behind this caper is!
Edgeworth:
...!
Portsman:
Sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to get out of my crime scene, Mr. Edgeworth. ...No offense or anything, but you're cramping my game.
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Presenting wrong evidence during argument
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
I must object to your line of logic!
Portsman:
And which part do you have an objection to?
Edgeworth:
...It's... Yes, well...
Gumshoe:
Stay cool, Mr. Edgeworth! You're no good when you're all flustered.
Portsman:
The detective's right, for a change!
Edgeworth:
(H-How did it come to this!? Calm down, Miles. Listen carefully and think everything through a bit more rationally.)
Presenting wrong evidence during argument
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
It would behoove you to take a good look at this.
Portsman:
I see it, but I fail to see how it has anything to do with me.
Edgeworth:
I-Is that so...?
Portsman:
You're not at the top of your game today, are you, Mr. Genius Prosecutor?
Edgeworth:
(I can't allow him to set the pace here. I must remain calm. Only by doing so can I find the fatal flaw in his reasoning!)
Presenting wrong evidence during argument
Edgeworth:
Objection!
Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman. There is a large flaw in your logic...
Portsman:
Really? I think it holds up rather well, actually. What do you think is wrong with it?
Edgeworth:
Ack! Um, nothing. Let's move on.
Gumshoe:
This isn't like you at all, sir! Concentrate!
Edgeworth:
(That was careless of me. I can't afford to do that or the truth will slowly slip away. Remain calm, Miles! It's the only way!)
Too many penalties (during rebuttal segment "Mr. Portsman's Logic")
Portsman:
Unfortunately, your faulty logic was only able to carry you so far. And now I'm afraid I have to place Detective Gumshoe under arrest.
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Please do something! Get me out of this!!
Edgeworth:
(Argh! Is this the best I can do...?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Too many penalties (during rebuttal segments "Reason for Suspicion", "Mr. Portsman's Rebuttal", or "Conjecture's Rebuttal")
Portsman:
So, how about it? By now, even you must see that the girl is clearly the culprit. You hear that, Jim! I finally got the one that did you in!
Edgeworth:
H-Hold on there!
Portsman:
Save your breath. There's no one left to listen to your inane ramblings.
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Too many penalties (in hallway)
Gumshoe:
You! What are you doing here!? ...Sir.
Portsman:
I've come to announce that the investigation is over. And that the girl is under arrest. Game, set, and match.
Byrde:
Mr. Edgeworth! Please, help me, sir!!
Edgeworth:
(Nnrgh! Is there nothing I can do!?)
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Too many penalties (during or after rebuttal segment "Portsman's Alibi")
Portsman:
I know you'd love to pin this on me, but swing and a miss, Edgeworth. Swing and a miss.
Edgeworth:
E-Excuse me...?
Portsman:
Look, I have an alibi. If you have evidence to the contrary, I'd sure like to see it.
Edgeworth:
(There must be a way for me to squash Portsman's alibi...)
Portsman:
In the meantime, I'm taking the girl with no alibi into custody, thank you very much.
Edgeworth:
Thus the truth was lost for all eternity.
Twisted Karma and His Last Bow
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Part 1
Part 2
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Episode IV
Twisted Karma and His Last Bow
Anime cutscene
Pipe in hand, Sholmes looked down at the thick, rolling fog outside our window. 'I wonder exactly how many mysteries are out there, hidden within this bed of fog,' he said. Indeed, a most bizarre incident born of a curious advertisement... a hell-hound's mad gallop through the shadows of a serial murder, an executed man's graveyard resurrection in the dead of night... and a commonplace killing in a small, forgotten room at the edge of town... There is, naturally, always another side to every case of which most remain ignorant. 'And it is that "other side" which compels me to the scene of the crime, Wilson. So, quickly now. Take your hat and let's be on our way, my dear fellow. For our adventure is not over yet. Come! The game is afoot!' 
Eight days after that earth-shattering trial and Kazuma regaining his memory... ...we were in the foyer of one of London's most luxurious hotels, the Great Waterloo Hotel.
Examine evidence
Armband
Insignia on front
Ryunosuke:
I'm right in thinking that these scales are a symbol of the defence in law, aren't they?
Susato:
They're supposed to symbolise treating everything equally...and fairly. That's why they're always in the middle, balanced. Equal measures on both sides.
Ryunosuke:
Recently though, whenever I see a set of scales, I can only think of the enormous Scales of Justice.
Susato:
That's entirely understandable. They are such a powerful symbol in the courtroom, aren't they?
Ryunosuke:
And the thing about the Scales of Justice is... ...they're always leaning one way or the other. They're only ever in balance right at the start.
Susato:
...It must be something peculiar to the British... I'm afraid I can't shed any light on it, Mr Naruhodo.
Inside of armband
Ryunosuke:
It's very fine embroidery here that shows the name of the armband's owner. In this case...Kazuma Asogi. So I'm always carrying my best friend's hopes and dreams with me on my right arm just here. All the time. To be honest, it's something that weighs very heavily on me.
Susato:
...Oh, I didn't realise it was such a burden, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think it's why my right shoulder aches so much.
Susato:
......... Are you sure that's not to do with you reading in bed or the like?
1st November, 10:24 a.m.
Great Waterloo Hotel Foyer
Ryunosuke:
Professor Mikotoba is due to arrive at any moment.
Susato:
Yes! I'm so glad we got here in time! .........
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san hasn't been the same since what happened. Not that I'm surprised.)
Susato:
The truth about Kazuma-sama's father...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Susato:
Do you suppose my father knew?
Ryunosuke:
That he was actually the mass murderer, the Professor, you mean? (I knew that's what she was thinking about.) There's a good chance, I'd say. I mean... ...they did come here to London together sixteen years ago, didn't they?
Susato:
Yes, that's true...
Ryunosuke:
......... Come to think of it, didn't you say... ...that Professor Mikotoba knew about Kazuma going missing in Hong Kong as well?
Susato:
That's right. But for some reason, he wasn't at liberty to talk to me about it.
Ryunosuke:
(That probably means he knows, then... ...about Kazuma showing up here in London with amnesia, and that he's regained his memory now.)
Susato:
.........
???:
Ah, there she is!
Susato:
Oh... Father!
Mikotoba:
Hello, Susato! How are you?
Susato:
I'm very well, thank you. We're delighted you've arrived safe and sound!
Mikotoba:
Hello, Mr Naruhodo. Very kind of you to take the trouble to meet us here.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no, not at all. It's my pleasure.
???:
We've heard all about your extraordinary exploits here in London, you know. The news has crossed the seas.
Ryunosuke:
It, it has?
???:
I always look forward to reading the monthly reports that arrive with the steamships from Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I, I see. Well...thank you very much! (Who is this man? And why do I feel as though I've seen him before?)
???:
Hm... I take it from your expression that you can't quite place me.
Mikotoba:
In that case...how about a little reminder, Seishiro? A firm tap should do it.
???:
Yes...
Ryunosuke:
(A, a firm tap? What?)
???:
Here we go, then... I hereby pronounce the defendant, Ryunosuke Naruhodo... ...GUILTY!
Ryunosuke:
Ah... OOOOOOH! Y-You're...
Judge:
The court will now hear the trial of Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Y... Your... ...Your Excellency!
Susato:
Hello, Judge Jigoku, how are you? It's been a long time.
Jigoku:
Hah hah hah hah hah! Good, you've remembered now! That really did the trick! Guilty! Hah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
(Only I was declared not guilty, wasn't I? And there was no laughing at the time...)
Jigoku:
So, London again after all this time... Hard to believe it's been ten years. To be honest, I never thought I'd be back.
Mikotoba:
Neither did I. I didn't imagine Japan would ever be invited to an international symposium like this. Though, really, I doubt anyone did, to be honest. It's all thanks to you, isn't it, Seishiro?
Jigoku:
What are you talking about, Yujin? Hah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
(Of course, Judge Jigoku... He must complete the set. He's the other man, who sixteen years ago... ...came to London with Kazuma's father and Professor Mikotoba. He's the third visiting scholar.)
Mikotoba:
Well, all those passport checks and luggage searches at the border took rather a lot of time. I must say, I'm very envious of your ministerial status. You didn't have to go through any of that, did you?
Jigoku:
Ah, I knew you were jealous! Hah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Ministerial status?
Mikotoba:
Yes, didn't you know? Seishiro here is also Japan's Minister of Foreign Affairs. It was his personal insistence that allowed you to take Kazuma's place here on this study tour.
Jigoku:
Guilty as charged! Hah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
Oh. Well, thank you very much. (He's really every bit as important as he looks.)
Mikotoba:
Ah yes now, Naruhodo... I received a telegram from Lord Stronghart yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, you did?
Mikotoba:
It appears that...some things came to light in a trial you were involved with eight days ago. About what happened ten years ago. That...tragedy.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Could you tell us any more about it?
Examine
Luggage on left
Ryunosuke:
Look at those cases just left there on that trolley. Aren't they worried about thieves? I know I am.
Susato:
Haven't you seen the porter over there? Don't worry, he's obviously keeping an eye on everything.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, so it's a trap, designed to catch any chancers who might be tempted!
Porter:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Why did the porter give me such a scathing look just now, do you suppose?
Susato:
Well...some might say you look a little suspicious with your jet-black clothes.
Ryunosuke:
Not everyone clad in black is some sort of ninja with intent to steal, you know!
Chandeliers
Ryunosuke:
Have you seen all those sparkling jewels up there? They must have gathered every gem in the world for that!
Susato:
Ah...it's called a chandelier, I believe. It's designed to provide elegant lighting in large, spacious rooms like this.
Ryunosuke:
......... So they had to gather every gem in the world just to illuminate one room?
Susato:
...It's probably electric light bulbs that are actually throwing the light.
Ryunosuke:
......... If I tried to hang something like that from the ceiling in the office, it would be scraping on the floor.
Susato:
I think perhaps chandeliers aren't for you, Mr Naruhodo.
Front desk
Susato:
That desk is known as the hotel reception. Anyone wanting to spend the night has to report there to sign in for their stay.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, so do you think that's the head clerk behind the desk there?
Susato:
Yes, I'm sure it must be.
Ryunosuke:
I'd love to stay in a grand hotel like this for a little while, wouldn't you? Just to know what it's like.
Susato:
...If the hotel fee was paid through our stipend, I'm afraid it might bankrupt our homeland.
Ryunosuke:
(True. London gives the word 'expensive' a whole new meaning.)
Painting on right
Ryunosuke:
Look at that. It's a picture of the Crystal Tower.
Susato:
Well, the Great Exhibition is one of Britain's most prestigious achievements in recent years. I wonder how tall it is? It really does represent the pinnacle of scientific achievement in so many ways...
Ryunosuke:
There's a twenty-metre-tall chimney on the bathhouse near my lodgings at Yumei University. The attendant there is always boasting that it's the tallest object in the neighbourhood.
Susato:
I'm sure. Did you know that over the Channel in Paris, there's a tower that's three hundred metres tall?
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?! How, how many times taller than the chimney at Yumei Sokin hot-springs is that? And if it's that tall, how does it draw properly? The smoke would get stuck, surely?
Susato:
...I don't think it's that sort of tower, Mr Naruhodo.
Converse
Your journey from Japan
Ryunosuke:
So, how was the voyage here?
Mikotoba:
Well, fifty days at sea is a long time by anyone's standards.
Jigoku:
But it wasn't as bad as when we first came sixteen years ago.
Mikotoba:
No, that's true. Then I truly wondered if we wouldn't be drifting in the vast ocean for the rest of our lives. This time we followed the same route as you, so we were able to relax and enjoy the experience.
Susato:
...Ah, so you stopped in France's beautiful capital, Paris?
Mikotoba:
We did, yes. Though only for one night. And yesterday evening we left the Port of Dunkirk for Dover.
Jigoku:
Just in time for the symposium, in fact. It starts tomorrow!
Susato:
It's wonderful that you were invited to attend such an important international event. I'm very proud of you, Father.
Mikotoba:
It's thanks to Seishiro here. Sixteen years ago he managed to ingratiate himself with Britain's Attorney General. I'm sure that's why he was invited. And I suppose you could say I'm something of an appendage by default.
Jigoku:
Speak for yourself, Yujin. You were close friends with the professor of forensic science at a major hospital.
Mikotoba:
Yes, well...I'd rather not dredge all that up, really.
Jigoku:
No... There's been a lot of water under the bridge since then, but it doesn't bring him back.
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma's father, I suppose...)
Kazuma's father
Ryunosuke:
The Professor... The killer who took the lives of five members of the British aristocracy... ...was actually Kazuma's father, wasn't he?
Jigoku:
That's correct. Genshin Asogi.
Ryunosuke:
Genshin...
Susato:
You knew, I presume, Father?
Mikotoba:
......... Yes. He was a close friend at the time.
Jigoku:
Genshin came to Britain as a police detective. He was studying investigative techniques at Scotland Yard. I've never understood what drove the man to commit such heinous acts.
Mikotoba:
It was a closed trial, so the public never knew the truth. And he was executed with little ado. To this day, very few people know what really happened, even in our homeland.
Ryunosuke:
But what about Kazuma? Did he know? Did he know the truth about his father?
Jigoku:
No no, of course not. He was told his father passed from sickness.
Mikotoba:
However... ...I suspect he may have had his doubts.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Why?
Mikotoba:
As you know, I tried to guide Kazuma growing up, as if he were my own son. Then one day, he came to my office at the university and said:
Kazuma:
I've decided...I want to travel to Great Britain and study there!
Susato:
Do, do you think... ...he wanted to come here to investigate his father's death?!
Mikotoba:
I don't know. But when I looked into his eyes, I did know that there was no way I'd be able to stop him.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Something else came to light in that trial the other day, actually.
Mikotoba:
Oh? What?
Ryunosuke:
Well, having disappeared in Hong Kong and been missing for almost a year... ...Kazuma's since turned up here in London, working as the apprentice of Lord van Zieks.
Mikotoba:
What?
Jigoku:
WHAT?! That's news to us!
Ryunosuke:
(So... ...Lord Stronghart's telegram neglected to mention that part, then.)
Kazuma's father (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
The Professor... The killer who took the lives of five members of the British aristocracy... ...was actually Kazuma's father, wasn't he?
Jigoku:
That's correct. Genshin Asogi.
Ryunosuke:
Genshin...
Susato:
You knew, I presume, Father?
Mikotoba:
......... Yes. He was a close friend at the time.
Jigoku:
Genshin came to Britain as a police detective. He was studying investigative techniques at Scotland Yard. I've never understood what drove the man to commit such heinous acts.
Mikotoba:
It was a closed trial, so the public never knew the truth. And he was executed with little ado. To this day, very few people know what really happened, even in our homeland.
Ryunosuke:
But what about Kazuma? Did he know? Did he know the truth about his father?
Jigoku:
No no, of course not. He was told his father passed from sickness.
Mikotoba:
However... ...I suspect he may have had his doubts.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Why?
Mikotoba:
As you know, I tried to guide Kazuma growing up, as if he were my own son. Then one day, he came to my office at the university and said:
Kazuma:
I've decided...I want to travel to Great Britain and study there!
Susato:
Do, do you think... ...he wanted to come here to investigate his father's death?!
Mikotoba:
I don't know. But when I looked into his eyes, I did know that there was no way I'd be able to stop him.
Susato:
.........
Kazuma's reappearance (appears after "Kazuma's father")
Ryunosuke:
As you know, we both thought Kazuma had died on the steamship during our voyage to Great Britain in January.
Susato:
But he didn't die. He's alive. ...As you knew, didn't you, Father?
Mikotoba:
In actual fact, no. What I did know... ...is that when your ship docked in Hong Kong, he mysteriously vanished.
Jigoku:
We sent a team of investigators to Hong Kong to try to ascertain what had happened, but to no avail.
Mikotoba:
But he's still alive? And here, in London, you say? ...I never dared even to dream it.
Jigoku:
Why on earth did the young man not make contact?! The government and the police have been chasing clues fruitlessly for months now!
Susato:
Well...it seems that he was suffering from amnesia.
Jigoku:
What? Amnesia?!
Ryunosuke:
When we first came across him again here in London... ...he didn't know who either of us were.
Mikotoba:
Hm, I see...
Ryunosuke:
He only regained his memory eight days ago.
Jigoku:
This is unbelievable...
Mikotoba:
Yes... It's quite miraculous... I wonder why Lord Stronghart didn't let us know. I must speak with him urgently.
Ryunosuke:
(I wonder how Kazuma's been these past few days... Would it be wrong of us to go and visit him?)
Your time in Britain (appears after "Kazuma's reappearance")
Jigoku:
That began sixteen years ago now. It's a distant memory, really. It was Yujin here, Genshin Asogi and myself. We were the original three. The first judicial scholars from Japan to travel overseas to study.
Mikotoba:
Ocean voyages were not what they are today, I can tell you.
Ryunosuke:
(Sixteen years ago... Things were tough for their generation.)
Jigoku:
Your father was an exceptionally fine medical student at Yumei University at the time, you know, young lady.
Susato:
Yes, Grandmother told me.
Jigoku:
He went to do research at a great London hospital to study autopsy - practically unheard of in Japan.
Mikotoba:
Yes, it was an eerie place, sandwiched between the back of a prison and a burial ground.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, not more talk of graves...
Jigoku:
Very often, there's no one willing to deal with bodies following autopsy work.
Mikotoba:
So you see, autopsy labs have something of an unavoidable relationship with graveyards and prisons.
Ryunosuke:
Not my cup of tea at all...
Mikotoba:
Do you remember that Scottish prison governor? Caidin, his name was. He was a good man.
Jigoku:
Yes. But then of course, in our sixth year here, everything changed with that dreadful case. When Genshin was arrested...for a series of the most gruesome murders.
Mikotoba:
I simply couldn't believe it. I'd known the man for years.
Jigoku:
I was a witness at the secret hearing and I tried to speak in his defence, but...
Mikotoba:
But you went a little too far and ended up facing charges yourself, didn't you?
Jigoku:
Well...suffice to say that after that trial we were sent back to Japan.
Mikotoba:
There was nothing more we could do to save Genshin. He was a lost cause, sadly.
Susato:
.........
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Professor Mikotoba, I wonder...could, could I show you something?
Mikotoba:
Why do you seem so nervous?
Ryunosuke:
I, I suppose because I'm a student showing something to a professor. That's always quite nerve-racking.
Mikotoba:
Well, I'm sorry I perturb you in that way, but anyway... I'm afraid I have nothing useful to say about that, really.
After clearing all Converse options:
Mikotoba:
Well, if you'll excuse us now...
Jigoku:
Yes, I'd like to get this trunk up to my room as soon as possible.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I...I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have held you up here for so long.
Susato:
I'll call for the porter, then. Just wait here!
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san's gone off at a run!)
Mikotoba:
I'd like to stay and talk more, but I do have various preparations to make for tomorrow.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, of course! It must be a big responsibility representing our entire country. I wish you the best of luck!
Mikotoba:
......... Naruhodo... ...I hope you'll keep an eye on Susato for me. Keep looking after her as you obviously have been.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no! I, I mean, if anyone's looking after anyone, it's her looking after me!
Mikotoba:
Well I do appreciate you being there for her. After all... ...I've been a miserable father to her. I've thoroughly let her down.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? What do you mean?
Mikotoba:
......... Well, it was sixteen years ago that I started my long study tour here in Britain, as you know. The very year Susato was born.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, I heard.
Mikotoba:
The birth of my daughter was the most joyous event of my life, but... Well, sadly it was accompanied by the most tragic event of my life, too.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh...yes... Susato-san hinted at something like that...)
Susato:
It was a rather turbulent time at home...
Mikotoba:
...Anyway, I won't bore you with the details. The point is, I became rather less dependable than befits a grown man. And it was then that Seishiro offered me the opportunity to study here in Great Britain.
Jigoku:
I was too worried about you to leave you behind. So perhaps I was a little heavy-handed when it came to persuading you to accompany me to London.
Mikotoba:
So...that's what happened in a nutshell. And that's also the reason why I now feel compelled to give my daughter as many opportunities as I dare. Though the world does not readily afford young women such things, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
I...completely understand, Professor.
Mikotoba:
......... Ah, one other thing, Naruhodo... If I may be so bold, I have a favour to ask you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really? Of course! What can I do for you?
Mikotoba:
Well, the thing is, I-
Susato:
I'm so sorry that took so long!
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato!
Susato:
Now then...allow us to take your bags!
Porter:
Allow me to take your bags!
Mikotoba:
One moment, if you please, porter.
Porter:
Of...of course, sir!
Mikotoba:
That machine around your neck... It's a camera, I believe?
Porter:
Quite right, sir! Just five shillings for a lovely photograph to commemorate a wonderful stay at the hotel, sir!
Mikotoba:
Well, I think given the occasion, we could justify the expense.
Porter:
......... Ah! Yes, yes of course!
Susato:
...I'd like to thank you for coming with me, Mr Naruhodo. It's really made Father very happy, I think.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, well, I'm pleased, then. (But we were interrupted before. Professor Mikotoba was about to ask me something.)
Susato:
Shall we return to Baker Street, then? I expect Iris will have some delicious tea waiting for us!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, let's go. (I'm getting more and more anxious about Kazuma, though. Perhaps I'll try to meet with Lord Stronghart later and ask after him...)
1st November
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Van Zieks:
Here's the final draft of the opening address for tomorrow's proceedings. I've supplemented your original with the figures you asked for from the Yard.
Stronghart:
I see. Excellent work. Thank you.
Van Zieks:
...You're welcome, My Lord.
Ryunosuke:
(What's Lord van Zieks doing here...?)
Susato:
My, there seems to be an awful lot of tension in the air, wouldn't you say?
Ryunosuke:
(This place is stifling enough as it is. We really don't need any more tension.)
Stronghart:
My apologies. I didn't notice you come in. Your small stature and dark dress make you all but invisible to me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! No no! It's entirely my fault for wearing black, I'm sure.
Susato:
From now on, you must dress in white from head to toe whenever you come here!
Stronghart:
Now then, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, My Lord! I'm right here!
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... (Ugh... Kill me now...)
Stronghart:
Is something wrong? Perhaps it's a little too hot in here for you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, no, not at all! I mean, I've never experienced a room at such a perfect temperature!
Stronghart:
If you're sure. The beads of sweat carving their way down your face seem to suggest otherwise.
Ryunosuke:
(Because of the daggers you're staring at me with, mainly.)
Stronghart:
As you're no doubt aware, my International Forensic Science Symposium begins tomorrow. In fact, your father arrived in London earlier today, I hear, madam.
Susato:
Oh! Yes, that's right, My Lord. He's extremely honoured to have been invited.
Stronghart:
I'll leave the remaining preparations for the meeting room in your capable hands then, Lord van Zieks.
Van Zieks:
I will attend at once.
Susato:
He gave you a very cold stare as he left, didn't he?
Ryunosuke:
I know. But I haven't done anything...have I?
Stronghart:
These past few days, my feet have barely touched the ground, I must say. My dedicated right hand of many years was recently put out of action in spectacular fashion.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. ...Is your left hand still of service?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! He's talking about Dr Sithe!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Of course...) I'm, I'm terribly sorry about that. I was just, um...
Stronghart:
Fear not. You've done nothing wrong. Dr Sithe's own wrongdoing precipitated the situation. You needn't concern yourself with it any further.
Ryunosuke:
(That would be a lot easier to do if it weren't for the piercing stare you're giving me...)
Stronghart:
Lord van Zieks is doing an admirable job of holding the fort. Though disturbingly, his apprentice has been missing since yesterday.
Ryunosuke:
O-Oh... (Missing...?)
Susato:
What's become of Kazuma-sama now...?
Examine
Bookshelves
Ryunosuke:
You couldn't read all of these books even if you were reincarnated six times over as a bookworm! (Can Lord Stronghart really have read all of these?)
Susato:
Thinking about it...Father's study is full of books that look as though they've never been read, too.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, really?
Susato:
Pedlars of books are forever pushing their wares on him, you see. And I think he's just too kind-hearted to refuse them.
Ryunosuke:
There's a phrase for that in Britain. People would say they 'saw him coming'.
Susato:
It makes me wonder if perhaps the vast number of books on the shelves in here... ...are a sign of Lord Stronghart's overwhelming kind-heartedness.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure you could afford to have a kind heart if you had to keep Lord van Zieks in line, could you?
Armor
Ryunosuke:
These very European suits of armour are still glaring at each other across the carpet, I see. In a way, they feel like guardians of the Lord Chief Justice's office.
Susato:
I suppose...they're rather like the lion-dogs that guard shrines in Japan, aren't they?
Ryunosuke:
...Aren't they a bit too human to be called 'lion-dogs'?
Susato:
Did you know that it's a dream of mine to keep two cats one day?
Ryunosuke:
I feel as though we've gone off at a bit of a tangent, don't you?
Gears
Ryunosuke:
As ever, the enormous clock is diligently maintaining its rhythmical tick-tock today.
Susato:
Watching machinery at work can be quite mesmerising, can't it? Ironically, you can completely forget the time. What I particularly enjoy is watching the enormous wheels of a steam locomotive turning. When I was a little girl, Grandmother often used to take me to watch the railway engines, you know.
Ryunosuke:
It's an open fire for me. I could sit and watch the flames for hours.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! We could install one in the office! An enormous wheel, turned by an enormous steam engine!
Ryunosuke:
...Perhaps we could start with a simple fireplace?
Chair or desk
Ryunosuke:
Just sitting behind that desk must make you feel so important, don't you think?
Susato:
Would you like to have an office like this, Mr Naruhodo? With such a grand desk?
Ryunosuke:
Who, me? No...I don't think so.
Susato:
Oh?
Ryunosuke:
Well, imagine if you suddenly found yourself needing the toilet. You'd have so far to go!
Susato:
......... How...true. Perhaps the important people who work in ostentatious offices like this haven't considered such things.
Ryunosuke:
(...I'm going to take that as a compliment.)
Converse
The Forensic Science Symposium
Stronghart:
Not long ago, visitor numbers to the Great Exhibition exceeded thirty million.
Ryunosuke:
Th-Thirty million?! (Are there even that many people in the world?)
Susato:
As a comparison, Mr Naruhodo, the population of the imperial capital Tokyo is two million.
Stronghart:
I will be opening the International Forensic Science Symposium in the exhibition's main auditorium. This event has been two years in the making. Two years of preparations and negotiations with other countries.
Ryunosuke:
It sounds like a tremendous achievement. Congratulations.
Stronghart:
The twentieth century will see the wholesale adoption of forensic investigation techniques. And cooperation between policing organisations around the globe will be essential. Which is why... ...this landmark first symposium had to be hosted here at the heart of our great British empire! In order that Scotland Yard can become the leading investigative organisation in the new world!
Ryunosuke:
(He's the same as ever, I see. That passion of his is quite something...)
Susato:
You're every bit as passionate in your own way, I'm sure, Mr Naruhodo!
Stronghart:
I'm the only person in this country who truly cares about a future that embraces forensic science. It was my intention to become Her Majesty's Attorney General and reform the Yard from the ground up. So the disgrace of the Forensic Investigation Team has been a bitter blow to my ambitions.
The Forensic Investigation Team (appears after "The Forensic Science Symposium")
Stronghart:
I first established the Forensic Investigation Team a year ago. Experimentally, to start with. With Dr Sithe at the helm, it was steadily accruing an impressive record of achievement. I was on the verge of changing its name and elevating its status to a full-blown Forensic Investigation Department.
Ryunosuke:
And...can you not do that now?
Stronghart:
Obviously. Nobody wants to hear anything about it at the moment. Even I can't keep this story out of the papers. Six million Londoners will be cursing forensic science now. This incident will set back our country's advancement in the field by a good ten years, I'd say.
Ryunosuke:
(Unintended repercussions of our trial...)
Susato:
We simply couldn't have overlooked what had happened, though.
Stronghart:
Of course not. We should all be grateful to you both. Anyway, I'll still reform this country's policing when I become Attorney General. This might delay my plans, but it won't alter them. Nothing will stand in my way.
The missing apprentice
Ryunosuke:
Um, about Lord van Zieks's apprentice...
Stronghart:
Ah yes, that came as a surprise to me, I must say. That you and he are old friends.
Ryunosuke:
...How did he become an apprentice to Lord van Zieks in the first place?
Stronghart:
......... It came about three months ago. An unidentified Asian man was apprehended by border police. They found him hiding aboard a large goods vessel.
Susato:
Oh my! So he stowed away to get here!
Stronghart:
He had no papers to identify him. No passport. And he was suffering from amnesia, too. Other than the fact he was clearly of Eastern descent, there were no clues as to who he was. So I decided to assign him to Lord van Zieks. That way I could keep an eye on him.
Ryunosuke:
But then...why the mask?
Stronghart:
I didn't want to burden Lord van Zieks with tiresome explanations about why he had an Eastern apprentice.
Ryunosuke:
(Because it would be so much easier to explain why he was wearing a mask...?)
Stronghart:
He's proving to be a great help to Lord van Zieks. I have high hopes for his future.
Ryunosuke:
By the way, do you know where he's gone?
Stronghart:
No idea. But I believe he's left London for the time being.
Susato:
Oh...
Stronghart:
I take it you also didn't know. That the man's father was one of our country's most infamous criminals, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Genshin Asogi...)
Kazuma's father's crimes (appears after "The missing apprentice")
Ryunosuke:
What we learnt from that trial eight days ago was a huge shock. Finding out my friend's father was...
Stronghart:
Ah yes. Genshin Asogi. The Professor case ten years ago caused a great stir here in Britain.
Susato:
They were such awful murders. And unprecedented. Using a ferocious dog as a murder weapon.
Stronghart:
And no one would have believed the culprit was a foreign student invited to study here by the government.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Stronghart:
So the true identity of the killer couldn't be made public then, and can't be made public now. Nobody in your country knows it was him. And neither do the citizens of London.
Susato:
The main motivation was to avoid aggravating relations between our two nations at the time, I understand.
Stronghart:
Correct. However... ...it has to be noted that there were some supporters of the Professor's apparent cause.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Supporters of a mass murderer?
Stronghart:
The majority of the man's victims were a blight on the aristocracy of the day. Somewhat ironically, their deaths actually benefitted society as a whole. ...Or so a fair few thinkers in London believed anyway.
Ryunosuke:
Right...I see... (But it was still murder, wasn't it?)
Susato:
......... It seems very similar, doesn't it? To the idea of the Reaper of the Bailey.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
.........
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Um, could I show you this, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
...I'm the Lord Chief Justice. I'm not here to offer advice about evidence.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Stronghart:
Especially when the evidence in question is so dull.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah, so that's the real reason.)
1st November
Sholmes's Suite
???:
Uèèèèèèèèèèèèè uèèèèèèèèèèèèèèè!
Ryunosuke:
W-What was that?!
Susato:
A, a man screaming! In a most unflattering way!
Ryunosuke:
Do you think... Could it have been Mr Sholmes?
Susato:
Oh my! I do hope not...
???:
Uèèèèèèèèèèèè! I don't-a do it any more!
???:
Mon ami, mon ami... Stop zis disgraceful display, uh?
Ryunosuke:
Who, who are these people? (Look at their hair! It's bright red...)
Susato:
I think...they must be clients of Mr Sholmes.
Gina:
Right, you two. Yer comin' wiv me now. Down to the clink.
???:
No! Not in prison! It is dark and damp and I don't-a like it!
???:
Bof! Ze darkness, it is my friend. I am not scared!
???:
Uèèè uèèèèèèèèèèèè! But you are always scared of the dark!
???:
Shut your mouth, you idiot! I will sit quietly in ze dark and plan our next daring 'eist!
???:
Uèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèè! I don't-a like this! I don't-a like it!
Gina:
Well tough! We'll finish this down the Yard! Now get movin'!
Iris:
By then, Ginny! Have fun!
Gina:
Oh yeah, thanks, Iris! And thanks...ya great detective!
Susato:
Heehee! Gina makes a fine detective herself, doesn't she?
Iris:
Oh, Susie! And Runo!
Ryunosuke:
Hello, Iris. We're home!
Iris:
Well? Did you find your daddy?
Susato:
Yes! We arrived at the hotel just before he and his friend.
Iris:
Oh! Well that's great news. I hope I'll get to see my daddy again soon...
Susato:
Ah...yes...of course...
Ryunosuke:
(Dr John H. Wilson...)
???:
So, Iris! All that remains now is that greatest of problems known to man!
Sholmes:
But before we concern ourselves with that, I believe some tea is in order, don't you, my dear fellows?
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
.........
Sholmes:
Is something wrong, Mr Naruhodo? Do I have a crumb or suchlike on my face?
Ryunosuke:
Uh... (Not so much on your face... ...as on your head, I'd say.)
Iris:
Come along then, everyone. I've brewed a lovely special blend. Time for tea!
Susato:
Whatever is going on here today?
Sholmes:
In that case, let us sit and drink now. For I am in fact expecting a guest later today.
Examine
Large machine on left desk
Ryunosuke:
I've finally managed to remember this behemoth's name. The Great Analytiscope.
Susato:
I don't think it was here when I left for Japan, was it?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, is that right?
Susato:
Yes, because it was with the pawnbroker.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, of course...
Susato:
Oh! That's given me a wonderful idea! I could pawn everything that's on your desk! The office would be tidy at last!
Ryunosuke:
Don't even joke about it, Miss Susato. ...You are joking...aren't you?
Bookshelf behind violin
Ryunosuke:
There's all sorts on these shelves: chemistry apparatus, books, papers and...lots of things I've never seen before. It's all heaped up so high, I can't help feeling that the whole lot is going to topple at any moment.
Susato:
It looks as though it might topple, and yet it doesn't. The epitome of Mr Sholmes's brilliance!
Ryunosuke:
...I don't get it. As it happens, I'm quite well practised when it comes to stacking shelves myself. Just the other day, the shelf in my office finally gave way under the strain, though.
Susato:
It looks as though it might topple, and it does. Yes, the epitome of your disarray!
Ryunosuke:
...I really don't get it.
Violin
Ryunosuke:
This is Mr Sholmes's famous violin. The one he found being sold for a song at a pawnbrokery. What's it called again? A 'Shodi-something'...
Susato:
Oh yes, this wonderful instrument features in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'. It's a world-famous Stradivarius!
Ryunosuke:
Stradi...what?
Susato:
Stradivarius, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Stragi... Stragivor...
Susato:
...Are you even trying now?
Ryunosuke:
We'll come back to this another time, I think.
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
I do like this fireplace. It's one of the best things I've seen since we arrived in the country, in fact. Although...I do yearn for a Japanese kotatsu. Putting your legs under a warm, blanketed table is so comforting.
Susato:
Do be careful, Mr Naruhodo. Don't mistakenly put your feet into the fire, will you? You'd suffer terrible burns, you know.
Ryunosuke:
......... (I worry sometimes about how Susato-san sees me...)
Newspaper on couch
Susato:
This looks like last week's edition.
Ryunosuke:
What's that article circled in red ink there?
Susato:
It's in an advertisement column. It says... 'To the Red-Headed League'!
Ryunosuke:
The Red-Headed League? What's that?
Susato:
I don't know. I've never heard of it before, but...
Sholmes:
......... Is something on my face?
Ryunosuke:
(Clearly this has something to do with that...lively hair.)
The Red-Headed League article has been entered into the Court Record.
Mask
Ryunosuke:
...The mask Kazuma wore when he was assigned to Lord van Zieks as his apprentice. When he cast it aside after the trial the other day, I just sort of picked it up.
Susato:
We ought to give it back to him, I suppose.
Ryunosuke:
But he has his memory back now, doesn't he? And I can't help feeling he might turn around and tell me coldly to wear it myself...
Susato:
But...isn't he your best friend?
Chest
Ryunosuke:
My eye is always drawn to this big metal chest that Mr Sholmes and Iris use as a coffee table.
Susato:
Isn't it where Iris keeps her very important papers?
Ryunosuke:
It is. So you'd think that they'd treat it with more care, really. But only the other day, I saw Mr Sholmes kick it.
Susato:
Oh no!
Ryunosuke:
I suppose something must have been frustrating him.
Susato:
What a shame to mistreat the furniture, though. Was it damaged?
Ryunosuke:
The chest was fine, but Mr Sholmes was doubled up on the floor for almost ten minutes!
Susato:
Oh dear... That is a painful tale.
Shelf to the right of fireplace
Ryunosuke:
Ah yes, Mr Sholmes's curious collection of trinkets from the various mysteries he's solved.
Susato:
It's one of my favourite parts of this room. Full of items with such exciting tales to tell! And I do believe he's added to it since I last looked. Now there's a mysterious pince-nez, a mysterious little box, a mysterious horseshoe, a mysterious biscuit...
Ryunosuke:
I think that last one might just be one of Iris's unfinished snacks.
Tea set on cart or table
Ryunosuke:
Iris's pretty little tea set is set out beautifully as ever, look.
Susato:
Well, it's only by carefully taking care of a tea set that you can make good tea.
Ryunosuke:
Is...that a roundabout way of telling me I need to tidy my desk?
Susato:
Oh, Mr Naruhodo, you do overthink things at times.
Blackboard
Ryunosuke:
This blackboard is where Iris scribbles down her latest ideas, isn't it? Let's see... Oh, she seems to have drawn a lot of little stick figures all lined up, look.
Susato:
'Cheap apples at the market' is what all of them say.
Ryunosuke:
What?! The little figures can speak?!
Susato:
All your questions would be answered if only you would read this month's Randst Magazine.
Ryunosuke:
(...So I'm the only one who can't make any sense of this?)
White shelf behind chandelier
Susato:
That's Iris's wonderful collection of medicines, potions and chemicals. Just look at all the little bottles she's squeezed onto the shelves.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, and there are charming little ribbons tied around the bottles, too. But the labels aren't quite so charming, are they? This one here reads 'Deadly Poison'.
Susato:
Oh, I've been so excited about the idea of helping Iris with her experiments, you know!
Ryunosuke:
Just try to avoid any bottles labelled 'Deadly Poison' or 'Highly Explosive'.
Typewriter or desk on right
Ryunosuke:
If I've remembered correctly, this large and imposing lump of iron is called a 'typewriter'.
Susato:
To think that every single one of 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' blossomed from this very machine! Ah...it's such a dreamy thought...
Ryunosuke:
I actually had a go on it the other day. The metal bars that move when you hit the keys got all tangled up somehow and that made Iris angry.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...you're ruining my dreamy thoughts. Please don't do that again.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...now I've made Susato-san angry as well...)
Converse
Your two visitors
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes...who were the two gentlemen that were here before?
Sholmes:
Oh, just a pair of petty criminals. Nothing of significance. Of course, they have to make a living somehow. And when the mood takes me, I'm willing to turn a blind eye to all manner of infractions.
Susato:
When the mood takes you?
Ryunosuke:
All manner of infractions?!
Sholmes:
But when such fellows set their sights on Mr Herlock Sholmes, well...that's when their luck runs out.
Susato:
Oh my! You were the target of a crime, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
But I quickly devised a plan to entrap them and deliver them to our young detective ally.
Iris:
You should have asked Gregsy to come, too. We could have had an arresting tea party.
Sholmes:
I did send word, but no answer was forthcoming. The man is consummately in the wrong place at the wrong time. There's a word for it, I'm sure... Aha, I have it! A 'bungler'. That's the word.
Ryunosuke:
...It's a good job he's not here to hear you say that. (So those red-heads had been up to no good...?)
Susato:
I wonder what the men did...
The greatest problem
Ryunosuke:
Um...what was that about 'the greatest of problems known to man' that you mentioned before?
Susato:
Is it another fiendishly intricate case, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
......... Hm, how should I best explain it? Are you aware of the theory of evolution by natural selection, perchance?
Ryunosuke:
Um...well...I think I've heard talk of it somewhere... possibly.
Susato:
It's a revolutionary scientific theory that was newly proposed forty years ago now. According to its author, Mr Darwin, we humans were once apes who lived in the treetops.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what?! We, we were apes?
Sholmes:
Indeed. And from the very moment those apes descended from the canopy to live as humans... ...it has been our lot to be at the mercy of the greatest problem known to man.
Susato:
Our lot...? What is this great problem, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
Why, is it not obvious, my dear madam? The problem of rent!
Ryunosuke:
...Haah.
Susato:
But...did you not receive a rather large sum of money from Madame Tusspells only the other day?
Sholmes:
Pshaw! A large sum? One potted herb for Iris and a new motor car for me later, and all of it has quite disappeared, I assure you.
Iris:
Honestly, Hurley! You know you squandered it.
Sholmes:
Yes, well, anyway...two days ago... ...I discovered the answer to man's greatest problem! For the coming month at least.
Ryunosuke:
And what was the answer?
Sholmes:
Why...there is a substantial clue before your very eyes.
Susato:
Don't tell me! Let me see...
Sholmes:
Humans are sorry creatures, unable to see what is in front of their noses. Let me give you some assistance. Don't look, but observe me very closely. There is one particular feature about my person that has changed. You should notice it in the end, I think...
Ryunosuke:
(In the end? It's been stabbing me in both eyes right from the very beginning of our conversation!)
Susato:
I think we might need another clue before we uncover the full answer, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...Thanks for the hint. I'll be tearing my hair out if this charade goes on much longer.
The lie you told
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes, isn't it about time you told us the truth? Just over a week ago, you said to us:
Sholmes:
I will now tell you something of the first importance, my dear fellow: Great detectives are wont to lie. ...It will serve you well to remember that.
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
That case aboard the SS Burya in January... Kazuma wasn't killed. And you knew he wasn't dead at the time. So what was really going on?
Sholmes:
......... The fellow was unconscious for a very long time. If he hadn't regained consciousness when he did, his life would have been in mortal peril.
Susato:
...!
Sholmes:
Of course, a side-effect of the prolonged comatose state was amnesia, as you now know. It was a simple enough task to silence the crew.
Ryunosuke:
But how...?
Sholmes:
After they'd carried him out of the cabin, I assembled them in the lobby area. Then I made them swear... ...to leave him unconscious and have him unlade from the ship in Hong Kong as a murdered corpse.
Susato:
Oh, how horrible...
Sholmes:
It was necessary to find some material with which to persuade the crewmen to keep their word, of course.
Ryunosuke:
But why?! Why do it in the first place?
Sholmes:
......... I will be at liberty to elaborate in due course. But for the time being, I would like to reassure you: I didn't foresee subsequent events.
Ryunosuke:
What events?
Sholmes:
His disappearance in Hong Kong.
Susato:
Oh!
Sholmes:
...I believe I may have made a gross error of judgement.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes...
Susato:
.........
The Red-Headed League (appears after presenting Red-Headed League Article)
Ryunosuke:
So what is the Red-Headed League, which seems to be the subject of the advertisement you've circled?
Sholmes:
You noticed it in the paper, then? That, my dear fellow, was going to be the source of this month's rent payment!
Ryunosuke:
It was? How?
Sholmes:
According to the advertisement... ...the Red-Headed League is a distinguished institution of fellows of unspecified governance. In fact, the only condition for becoming a member...is having red hair.
Ryunosuke:
That...doesn't entirely surprise me.
Iris:
But listen to what the lucky red-heads receive once they join: An unconditional salary of four pounds a week!
Susato:
Oh my! Four pounds a week?!
Ryunosuke:
But why? What are they paying people for?
Sholmes:
That I don't know. No details are given in the advertisement.
Susato:
But surely every red-headed person in the country would be flocking to join in that case...
Iris:
You're right, Susie. There's no time to lose! I'll put in my application at once!
Susato:
So will I! Just...on the off-chance.
Ryunosuke:
(That might be stretching a point, I think...)
Iris:
The trouble is, they have a fixed number of members, you see.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see. So once a certain number of people have joined, no one else can.
Sholmes:
But as luck would have it, one member recently passed away!
Susato:
It wasn't particularly lucky for the red-head in question, I feel, Mr Sholmes.
Ryunosuke:
...So you decided to try to join in his place?
Sholmes:
Correct. I mean, look at me! Have you ever seen such a red-headed fellow?
Ryunosuke:
Um...no.
Sholmes:
So why? WHY did it have to go so wrong?!
Ryunosuke:
What, what on earth happened?
Sholmes:
A blunder, Mr Naruhodo. Though it pains me to admit it.
Changes "The greatest problem" Converse option to "Your blunder"
Your blunder (appears after "The Red-Headed League")
Susato:
What did you actually do to your hair, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
I'm glad you asked, Miss Susato. What you see atop my head is neither dyed nor a hairpiece. I changed the colour of my hair overnight...by the wonders of chemistry!
Ryunosuke:
Chemistry?!
Sholmes:
I was conducting some research into a method of rejuvenating spent tea leaves. And in the course of my work, I stumbled upon a potion that when taken, turns one's hair a flame-like red. Would you like to try it? It will make every hair on your body perfectly crimson.
Ryunosuke:
...I think I'll pass.
Susato:
But Mr Sholmes, is it quite safe to drink? Surely it's bad for you, isn't it?
Sholmes:
Heh heh heh... Ah, amateurs are always hampered by such fears.
Susato:
Oh! I should never have doubted you, Mr Sholmes! You mean to say...?
Sholmes:
But of course! To earn four pounds a week, one must be prepared to turn a blind eye to a little danger.
Ryunosuke:
(...That degree of red signals more than just a 'little' danger, surely.)
Iris:
So anyway, Hurley left full of confidence yesterday with his new red hair... ...for the park on Lime Street where the Red-Headed League were interviewing prospective new members.
Ryunosuke:
So what went wrong?
Sholmes:
The whole park was choked with red-headed folk, like a coster's orange barrow. I queued for eight hours solid before at last, I reached the front. But when the panel of interviewers saw me, they immediately said: 'Ah, Mr Herlock Sholmes! Are you in disguise to conduct an investigation?'
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
.........
Sholmes:
So naturally I had no choice but to reply: 'Shh! Don't give me away!' After which, I could do little else but turn and leave. Then this morning! When I looked in the mirror, irritation stirred within me. So I turned that pair in to the police.
Iris:
Oh dear, what a disaster. For Hurley and those two red-heads.
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Erm, Mr Sholmes, about this...
Sholmes:
...Tell me, Mr Naruhodo. Is this the first time you've shown me this particular trinket?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...I don't really remember, to be honest.
Sholmes:
If my saying that it's a collar for a breed of miniature canine with a particularly long neck... ...were to precipitate a 'here we go again' from your lips, we could be sure it was not the first time.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Sholmes:
Deduction, you see, my dear fellow. Deduction!
Red-Headed League Article
Ryunosuke:
It looks as though someone's circled an advertisement in this paper, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
'To the Red-Headed League'? Hm... Does that strike you in some way?
Ryunosuke:
I was thinking that just maybe...it might be related. To your bright-red hair.
Sholmes:
......... Heh heh heh heh heh... So, at last you've learnt to apply my methods, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
In the first instance, and quite indispensable... observation!
Ryunosuke:
Believe me, I could have seen that hair with my eyes shut.
Sholmes:
So then! Allow me to regale you with the details of my latest exploits.
Ryunosuke:
('Regale' or 'boast'...?)
After clearing Converse options with Herlock Sholmes, before clearing all Converse options in British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Susato:
Mr Sholmes, you mentioned before... ...that you were expecting a guest today?
Sholmes:
Indeed, Miss Susato, that is correct.
Ryunosuke:
Not another of those red-headed gentlemen that were here before?
Sholmes:
Not at all. They were petty villains. The guest I am expecting is a client.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Sholmes:
A young gentlewoman who wishes to appoint the services of this great detective, no less!
Susato:
Oh, how wonderful, Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
You must stay and observe the fashion in which a great detective receives his customers.
Ryunosuke:
...Must we?
Sholmes:
I have you in my clutches now, rent! Just as I have you in my clutches, red-heads! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
Susato:
...That hearty laugh is masking rather sinister thoughts, I feel.
Iris:
You know, the lady isn't due for another hour yet. Don't feel as though you must wait around if you have other things to do.
After clearing Converse options with Herlock Sholmes and clearing all Converse options in British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office:
*Ding-aling-aling*
Sholmes:
Aha! Here is my guest now. My latest client! With money to spend!
Iris:
Ooh, I do hope it's an exciting case, Hurley!
Sholmes:
Remember, Iris, we are at present gripped by the greatest problem known to man. I must be willing to accept any case, no matter how unstimulating. Save locating a runaway, of course.
Ryunosuke:
...Don't spare anyone's feelings, will you?
Iris:
Oh dear... I'm afraid that Hurley can lack a little tact, especially just before the rent is due.
*Thwack!*
???:
Mr Sholmes! Mr Herlock Sholmes! Please... Oh, please... ...please find my husband! He's run away!
Sholmes:
To upset me?
???:
I beg your pardon?
Sholmes:
Never mind. A personal matter. My apologies. What exactly are you trying to say, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
...I didn't say a word.
Sholmes:
Come, my dear madam, be seated. Iris, some tea, if you please?
Iris:
Of course!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Oh, it's...it's just that gentlewoman... I feel sure I've seen her somewhere before. Very recently.
Ryunosuke:
(...! Yes, now you come to mention it...)
Evie:
As I explained earlier, my name is Evie Vigil. I implore you to take the case, sir! Money is no object. Simply name your figure!
Sholmes:
Money and wealth are of little consequence to me, madam. Being offered a case to solve is reward enough.
Evie:
Oh, Mr Sholmes! You are the picture of benevolence!
Sholmes:
I will of course make a mental note of your offer, however. For...contingent reasons. I trust you will remember your words also.
Evie:
Um...if I might enquire, sir... ...this gentleman and lady would be...?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...me?
Evie:
What I am about to tell you, I should like to communicate in the strictest confidence, you understand.
Sholmes:
Ah, these are my friends. I assure you, you may say before this pair anything which you may say to me.
Evie:
Ah...I see...
Sholmes:
I can vouch for the gentleman personally. After all... ...he's hard of hearing.
Ryunosuke:
(...Why did I ever get my hopes up?)
Converse
Mrs Vigil
Ryunosuke:
Forgive me for asking, Mrs Vigil, but...have we met somewhere before? Quite recently, perhaps?
Evie:
Oh my!
Sholmes:
Pshaw! My dear fellow, what is your intention? Clearly you have no ability to differentiate the facial features of the English. If you wish to invite the lady to tea, you must do so in a more gentlemanly fashion.
Evie:
Is it possible... ...that you're the nice young lawyer from the trial I attended last week?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (I knew I recognised her!)
Juror No. 2:
To have a man's fate in the palm of one's hand... Oh gosh! Oh golly! It sends shivers down my spine.
Ryunosuke:
(I didn't quite recognise her because she's acting so differently now.)
Evie:
It must be very difficult for you as a lawyer. Being hard of hearing, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
......... Pardon?
Evie:
Oh dear! I'm so sorry! Don't worry if you can't hear. It was frippery really, nothing more.
Ryunosuke:
(Now look what you've started, Mr Sholmes. Thank you very much.)
Sholmes:
I believe it would be prudent for you to sit quietly in the corner.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes.
Mr Vigil
Sholmes:
Tell us about your husband, madam.
Evie:
Mr Vigil - my Daley - is forty years of age. I have a photograph here...
Sholmes:
Hm...an entirely unremarkable gentleman...by appearance at least. How long have you been married?
Evie:
It will be fifteen years this year. We have a cordial relationship, and my husband's income is more than adequate so we live quite comfortably.
Sholmes:
As it would appear. I need only look at you to know these things.
Evie:
Oh gosh!
Sholmes:
Your dress is the latest style, your hat clearly regularly groomed and your eyes are animated. In short, you have no inkling as to why your husband might have disappeared. Correct?
Evie:
That's right. He's a kind man with a strong sense of loyalty...and he rather dotes on me.
Sholmes:
Which would point to the possibility... ...that he has become embroiled in some incident or other.
Evie:
Oh, that is exactly what I fear must have happened, Mr Sholmes! I'm quite beside myself! My husband's employment is somewhat unusual, you see. What if he's incurred some miscreant's ill will?
Sholmes:
What exactly is your husband's line of work?
Evie:
He's a warder at the prison.
Ryunosuke:
(A guard? That is 'somewhat unusual'.)
Prison warder (appears after "Mr Vigil")
Sholmes:
So...your husband is a prison warder.
Evie:
That's right, yes. Well, in actual fact, he's the chief warder.
Sholmes:
Indeed? I see... Well, chief prison warder certainly qualifies as something of a specialist occupation.
Evie:
Yes, it does indeed. My poor husband must prepare those dreadful punishments...and see that they're carried out.
Ryunosuke:
('Dreadful punishments'...? Does she mean capital punishments?)
Evie:
And at such times, he must occasionally spend a night or two in the prison dormitory. But for that extra responsibility, he is remunerated more handsomely than the other warders. Of course, we make no mention of my husband's work to the neighbours.
Sholmes:
Yes...I believe your prudence is justified. Tell me, at what prison is your husband engaged?
Evie:
Barclay Prison, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Really? Barclay? Oh, a fine establishment! If I'm not mistaken, there is a large cemetery just behind it.
Evie:
Yes, that's correct. Lowgate Cemetery.
Ryunosuke:
...! (No! Lowgate Cemetery? The very place we were discussing in court! That's unbelievable!)
Sholmes:
Unbelievable, my dear fellow, and yet undeniable.
Evie:
Sorry, Mr Sholmes, I'm afraid you've lost me.
Sholmes:
Ah, pay no heed, madam, pay no heed. A private matter.
Ryunosuke:
(This can't really be a coincidence...can it?)
Your husband's disappearance
Sholmes:
So...to the matter of your husband's disappearance. When did you realise he was missing?
Evie:
...Please try not to laugh. It was yesterday.
Sholmes:
I'm sorry? Yesterday?
Ryunosuke:
(That really is recent. Laughably so.)
Evie:
The truth is my husband does at times have occasion to spend the night away for his work. It's not at all out of the ordinary for him not to return home at night. But this is different! For him not to make any contact for a whole day! That has certainly never happened before! Oh, my dear Daley! Whatever can have happened?
Sholmes:
My dear Mrs Vigil, please, calm yourself. Now then...have you contacted the police?
Evie:
Why, naturally! But sadly... ...they refused to listen to my pleas as my husband has only been missing for one day. I was asked to wait patiently at home.
Sholmes:
In truth, Mrs Vigil, I concur with the police. However! Let us not be hasty! I see no reason why we should not engage my deductive powers to track your husband down anyway.
Evie:
Oh, thank you, Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
And furthermore! Let me assure you! A chance to solve the greatest problem known to man for another month has no bearing on my decision. I seek only to put a sweet smile on another Londoner's face. ...That's really all there is to it.
Evie:
You have my eternal gratitude! I shall pay any sum you care to mention!
Ryunosuke:
(You seek only to put this suite's rent in your landlady's purse. THAT's all there is to it.)
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Mrs Vigil, would you mind casting your eyes over this?
Evie:
Oh my poor Daley... Where have you gone? What's become of you?
Susato:
I'm afraid she's too worried about her husband to pay any attention, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...Either that, or she just doesn't want to be bothered with me.
After clearing all Converse options:
Sholmes:
Thank you for everything you have shared with us, Mrs Vigil. I believe I have all the information I need to begin my investigation.
Evie:
Oh, please report to me soon with good news, sir!
Sholmes:
Fear not, madam. In a day or two, I shall be contacting you with a heartening report, I'm quite sure.
Evie:
So soon? Oh, how splendid, Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
Good news should be delivered early, I always say. If you would be so kind as to leave the photograph of your husband in my possession...?
The photograph of Mr Vigil has been entered into the Court Record.
Sholmes:
Thank you. Now, allow me to show you the door.
Evie:
I can't thank you enough, Mr Sholmes. You've been simply marvellous!
Iris:
You know, I think it every time, Hurley... ...but how do you come out with such nonsense? Good news in a day or two? Are you sure?
Sholmes:
I can't be sure, of course. But then I didn't swear on it. I merely gave the good woman some hope. I hope to be able to give her good news, one might say. After all, the rent must be paid by the end of day tomorrow. If by that time I've successfully located Mr Vigil, we shall be mutually relieved. Wouldn't you agree, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
...Don't look at me with those pleading eyes.
Sholmes:
Well, my dear fellow? Did you hear the details of the case?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...my hearing is surprisingly good, actually.
Sholmes:
Excellent! And what did you make of it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, I was surprised to learn where her husband worked. At Barclay Prison, I mean...
Sholmes:
Ah, so you noted that?
Susato:
Of course. Especially with the mention of Lowgate Cemetery...
Drebber:
Lowgate Cemetery as at the rear of Barclay Prison. So it was renowned among us students at the university for being haunted by the ghosts of condemned convicts.
Susato:
Barclay Prison is where that notorious man was incarcerated!
Ryunosuke:
The Professor...
Sholmes:
And now a warder from the prison has mysteriously disappeared, it would seem.
Ryunosuke:
It's all very peculiar...
Sholmes:
Indeed. But nothing you can't handle, I'm quite certain, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
Run along to the prison and see what you can glean, would you? It's the prison governor you want. No doubt the man is equally worried.
Ryunosuke:
But...aren't you going to go yourself?
Sholmes:
Surely you needn't ask. I can't possibly be seen out with this hair!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...But didn't you go to Lime Street with that hair?
Sholmes:
That was a quite different matter. So, I leave it in your capable hands. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm rather busy.
Ryunosuke:
(Of course you are...)
1st November, 10:24 a.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Examine
Spade
Ryunosuke:
The spade is still here, look.
Susato:
Please, Mr Naruhodo. It's not a spade, as I think you well know. It's a shovel.
Ryunosuke:
(It didn't take long to reignite that old argument.)
Susato:
Ah, I have an idea! Let's give the implement a name, like Professor Harebrayne named his tools.
Ryunosuke:
Ooh! I never thought of doing that.
Susato:
From now on, then, let's call it 'Ryunosuke'.
Ryunosuke:
No no no no! It's clearly much more of a 'Susato'! (The old argument has taken a new and unexpected turn, it seems...)
Tea set
Ryunosuke:
Whenever you serve me tea, it always takes me back to Japan.
Susato:
I know you're not particularly fond of the bitter taste, are you? So I do always try to pick out less bitter matcha for you.
Ryunosuke:
(She does often serve up an unusually mellow blend, it's true. But the anticipation of the taste in my mouth makes me bitterly worried anyway...)
Susato:
It is very difficult for you, isn't it?
Stove or kettle
Susato:
The steam is rising gently from the kettle as always.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It doesn't feel right somehow unless it is. But...the steam hash an unusual scent today.
Susato:
Perhaps the sweet potatoes that I brought back from Japan with me are ready.
Ryunosuke:
Gulp...*
Susato:
Oh, Mr Naruhodo! I heard that, you know!
Ryunosuke:
Tears of joy, Miss Susato. From my mouth.
Desk in back
Ryunosuke:
You see? I've been keeping my desk beautifully covered in papers as always.
Susato:
You really must tidy it all up, Mr Naruhodo. No more excuses.
Ryunosuke:
But Miss Susato, the way I see it... ...all these papers building up on my desk like this are a reminder of my wonderfully diverse daily life. I like to leave them as they are so I never forget how lucky I am to have such varied experiences.
Susato:
In that case, you should definitely have a thorough tidy. Then you'll be able to see your papers building up all over again and feel that joy renewed.
Ryunosuke:
(Still can't beat her in an argument. Even though I'm the lawyer here...)
Daruma doll
Ryunosuke:
That daruma doll is still winking at me, look. I wonder when he'll finally get his other eye filled in...
Susato:
Yes, I wonder...
Ryunosuke:
(Well you should know, Susato-san. I entrusted the task to you.)
Susato:
The truth is... ...I have already decided when that will be.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Really? When?
Susato:
...That's my little secret.
Picture frame
Susato:
It's a lovely photograph we took together when I had to leave London. Though it was a sad day. But I happily have the same photograph on display in my room at home, you know.
Ryunosuke:
Now that we're all back together again... ...it would be nice to take a new photograph.
Susato:
Oh yes! That would be wonderful!
Door
Ryunosuke:
Your room across the hall is undisturbed, of course. I don't suppose I'd be permitted to see inside now that you're back though, would I?
Susato:
You know very well that only Iris is allowed inside.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I heard you two giggling together in there again last night.)
Susato:
You can visit Mr Sholmes in his room, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Last time I did that, he tried to convince me to drink some strange concoction he'd mixed up.
Aquarium
Susato:
All the sea life seem very content in there, I must say.
Ryunosuke:
I've noticed something recently, actually... The anemones breed at a most extraordinary rate.
Susato:
Oh, really?
Ryunosuke:
It's a mystery why the whole seabed isn't buried in a mountain of them, actually.
Susato:
Oh, how splendid! That really is a mystery, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
......... (I wish there was someone here to explain Susato-san's strange reaction to that.)
Desk in front
Susato:
My desk is just as it was before I left.
Ryunosuke:
Sumi ink and a calligraphy brush...even though we're in England now. That strikes me as typically you, Miss Susato, and typically not you at the same time.
Susato:
Well I do enjoy all the wonderful new things to come out of the West in the cultural revolution, of course. But I'm not ready to give up my brush just yet.
Ryunosuke:
(And anyway... Susato-san can write more neatly with a brush than most people can with a pen.)
Susato:
Practice makes perfect, as they say!
Converse
What to do
Ryunosuke:
It's good news that Professor Mikotoba arrived safely, isn't it?
Susato:
Yes, it's wonderful. And the fact that Father has been invited to this important international event... ...really makes me very proud to be his daughter!
Ryunosuke:
Your father, Judge Jigoku, us. ...And Kazuma, of course... There's an ever-increasing number of Japanese here in Britain's capital, isn't there?
Susato:
Well, yes, I suppose so. But...London does have a population of six million people, so I think we're still a minority.
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san's father who came here as a visiting student sixteen years ago, and Kazuma... It's almost as if some great power has been at work, drawing them here across the ocean to London. And I feel as though the waters are starting to swell again now...)
Present
Armband
Susato:
I stayed up late to mend that for you the other day, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you! You did a really seamless job.
Susato:
You're very welcome. It's all in a day's work for your judicial assistant.
Ryunosuke:
The only thing is...I accidentally dropped it into the Thames yesterday and now it...rather smells.
Susato:
......... Then take better care of it, please.
Ryunosuke:
(...It was all going so well...until I ruined it.)
Red-Headed League Article
Ryunosuke:
The Red-Headed League... It's not something we could ever aspire to, is it?
Susato:
But I'm determined to try!
Ryunosuke:
...Your hair is completely black, though. Beautiful, but black.
Susato:
Perhaps you know that in our homeland, this colour of hair has traditionally been described as green-black.
Ryunosuke:
...That sounds a lot like a contradiction if you ask me.
Susato:
So some people clearly see it as green in Japan, even though it's black! In which case, I'm full of hope something similar may happen here in Britain!
Ryunosuke:
(That level of optimism is...something I should learn a lesson from.)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Um, about this, Miss Susato. Do you notice anything unusual about it perhaps?
Susato:
I'm, I'm so sorry! I don't, no... I'll redouble my efforts and spend more time doing research so that next time I won't let you down!
Ryunosuke:
(I think perhaps you're taking your role as judicial assistant a little too far...)
Barclay Prison is on the outskirts of London, backing onto a lonely burial ground. Its four high outer walls loomed quietly before us in the fog. Having requested a meeting, we were shown to the governor's office in the watchtower.
1st November
Barclay Prison, Governor's Office
???:
This place is full of hardened criminals. I cannae remember the last time a civilian was doon here. And you dinnae want to talk to an inmate, but to me?
Caidin:
D'you ken who I am? I'm the governor, Barry Caidin......... hm?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes...it's a pleasure. I'm Ryunosuke Naruhodo, defence lawyer.
Caidin:
And an Easterner, I see. Does that mean...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I'm a visiting student of law from the Empire of Japan.
Caidin:
Japan?! Did ye say Japan?
Ryunosuke:
Um...yes?
Caidin:
Well there's no any of your kind in here, laddie! Maybe you should try the prison next door, eh?
Susato:
I didn't notice another prison next door, sir...
Ryunosuke:
Anyway, we came to ask you some questions about-
Caidin:
I dinnae like to be so direct, but... ...I've no intention of speaking wi' the likes o' you suspicious-looking Easterners. Now get oot of my hair.
Ryunosuke:
(So as soon as he finds out that we're from Japan, he reacts like this... That surely means...)
Susato:
I think...it's because of the Professor case.
Ryunosuke:
You think so too? (Ten years ago... ...Genshin Asogi - also known as the Professor - was incarcerated at this prison.) And then, after his execution, he apparently re-merged from his grave in the cemetery behind the prison.
Caidin:
I, I might 'ave known! You're sniffing around aboot that case, aren't ya? You're agents, eh? Part of the Professor's great web, no doubt.
Ryunosuke:
No! Not at all! We're just-
Caidin:
Get gone wi' ya! Before I punch yer lights oot!
Ryunosuke:
We're going, we're going! (Clearly the ghost of that killer still haunts this place... We're not going to get anywhere here. Unless we can somehow prove to this man that there's nothing suspicious about us...)
Susato:
Governor Caidin...
Ryunosuke:
What are you thinking, Miss Susato?
Susato:
I feel sure that name came up in conversation recently somewhere. I was wondering if whoever mentioned him might have some ideas to help us.
Ryunosuke:
(Come to think of it, I have the same feeling...)
Examine or Converse
Caidin:
I said, get oot!
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Governor Caidin, could I at least show you this?
Caidin:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(How many times can one man turn his back on you in a single conversation?)
Great Waterloo Hotel
Examine
Yujin Mikotoba
Ryunosuke:
(That's Professor Mikotoba over there...)
Mikotoba:
Ah, hello, you two! I was just taking a moment to catch up on the world now that I'm unpacked.
Ryunosuke:
But where's Judge Jigoku?
Mikotoba:
Yes...he's not the relaxing sort. He's taken himself off to pay his respects to all the legal bigwigs.
Susato:
Having only just arrived in the country today? Goodness, he is full of energy.
Ryunosuke:
Um, Professor, you mentioned something before... About how you'd known the prison governor at Barclay Prison.
Mikotoba:
Oh! ...Governor Caidin, you mean?
Ryunosuke:
(So it is the same man!)
Susato:
Father! We must speak with the governor! But he refused to talk to us. He said we were suspicious Easterners.
Mikotoba:
Well, I'm sure if I accompanied you, it would be a very different story.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, would you?! That would be wonderful! If you have time now...
Mikotoba:
Sadly, as you can see, I'm very busy at the moment.
Ryunosuke:
(Busy drinking coffee on a comfortable settee?)
Mikotoba:
Now now, I have rather a lot to prepare for tomorrow, you know.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! S-Sorry... (I didn't say that out loud, did I?) You Mikotobas are alarmingly good at reading people's thoughts.
Susato:
Or could it be that you Naruhodos are alarmingly bad at hiding your thoughts.
Mikotoba:
Let's not fall out now. I have an idea....
.........
Ryunosuke:
(What's he writing on that piece of paper?)
Mikotoba:
Here's a letter of introduction for you. Hopefully when he sees my name, he'll change his tune.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... Thank you!
The letter of introduction has been entered into the Court Record.
Mikotoba:
Good luck, then.
Yujin Mikotoba (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
(Professor Mikotoba is obviously trying to relax on that settee there.)
Susato:
Father has only just arrived after a very long voyage from home. And tomorrow, he will speak at an important symposium that will garner the attention of the whole world. He needs a little peace and quiet now.
Ryunosuke:
I, I was just about to think that!
Susato:
Pardon?
Ryunosuke:
It's one thing reading my thoughts, but at least let me have them first!
Susato:
Oh dear... Perhaps my brain works too quickly...
Examine evidence
Letter of Introduction
Handwriting
Ryunosuke:
Professor Mikotoba has wonderful handwriting, doesn't he? 'This dark-suited young man is not in the least bit untrustworthy.' ...Is it just me, or does that me sound extremely untrustworthy?
Susato:
I do wish he'd at least called you a 'nice young man'.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm really not sure that would help.
Other side of note
Susato:
Oh...it looks like this is some sort of steamship ticket.
'The SS Grouse
First-class cabin 001
Yokohama departure: 11th September:
London arrival: 1st November'...
Ryunosuke:
Ah, that's the boat that Professor Mikotoba and Judge Jigoku came on from Japan, isn't it?
Susato:
Yes, I think it called at Dunkirk on the north coast of France for a night before finally arriving in Dover.
Ryunosuke:
(To think it's been almost a year since we arrived in Dover on the SS Burya...) It seems a shame not to keep your ticket as a memento of your trip, don't you think?
Susato:
Yes, I agree. I have mine safely in my diary.
Ryunosuke:
And I keep mine in my wallet, so I have it with me at all times. ...Oh, well how strange! Where could it have gone?
Susato:
...Are you like this on purpose, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
(Did I imagine it, or was that comment accompanied by a little sigh?)
The details of the letter of introduction have been updated in the Court Record.
Other side of note (subsequent times)
Susato:
Oh...it looks like this is some sort of steamship ticket.
'The SS Grouse
First-class cabin 001
Yokohama departure: 11th September:
London arrival: 1st November'...
Ryunosuke:
Ah, that's the boat that Professor Mikotoba and Judge Jigoku came on from Japan, isn't it?
Susato:
Yes, I think it called at Dunkirk on the north coast of France for a night before finally arriving in Dover.
Ryunosuke:
(To think it's been almost a year since we arrived in Dover on the SS Burya...) It seems a shame not to keep your ticket as a memento of your trip, don't you think?
Susato:
Yes, I agree. I have mine safely in my diary.
Ryunosuke:
And I keep mine in my wallet, so I have it with me at all times. ...Oh, well how strange! Where could it have gone?
Susato:
...Are you like this on purpose, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
(Did I imagine it, or was that comment accompanied by a little sigh?)
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Present
Letter of Introduction
Ryunosuke:
This is the letter of introduction your father gave us.
Susato:
Yes, he's clearly well respected if he's able to give out letters like that.
Ryunosuke:
Definitely. Professor Mikotoba is obviously held in high regard outside Japan as well as in.
Susato:
I'm so proud of everything he's accomplished.
Ryunosuke:
A letter of introduction from me would only hold good with Mr Natsume, I expect. And Iris, maybe.
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Present
Letter of Introduction
Stronghart:
Penned by Dr Mikotoba, I see. It's been ten long years...
Susato:
But you remember my father, do you?
Stronghart:
Certainly, I remember him. And the two other visiting students. Of course...Mikotoba was assigned to the hospital laboratory, so we rarely met. Jigoku on the other hand studied our justice system under my personal supervision.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, I see...
Stronghart:
As I said, that was ten years ago now. But I'm pleased to see they've both made names for themselves in their particular disciplines.
Barclay Prison, Governor's Office
Present
Letter of Introduction
Leads to:
"If you'd just cast your eyes over this, Governor Caidin..."
Ryunosuke:
If you'd just cast your eyes over this, Governor Caidin...
Caidin:
What's this then? You cannae pull the wool over my eyes, you good-fer-nothin' Japanese student! ......... Mikotoba? That, that young jock from the forensics laboratory? That Mikotoba?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Exactly! Him!
Susato:
Oh dear, perhaps I should have said something sooner... I'm Yujin Mikotoba's daughter, Susato.
Caidin:
Jings! You're the young man's daughter? And ya did'nae think to mention that afore?
Susato:
I, I do apologise...
Caidin:
Aye, well, ye'd best take a seat then. Can I offer you a cup of tea, perhaps? And dinnae forget to try one of these wee handcuff biscuits!
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Your father's influence is nothing short of amazing...
Susato:
I'm bitterly regretting not announcing who I was from the outset now.
Caidin:
So then...what can I do for you, hen?
Susato:
Well...we're currently investigating a case.
Ryunosuke:
It's one of your warders, you see. He's gone missing.
Caidin:
Missing?
Susato:
That's right. It's surely been reported to you as well, being the prison governor.
Caidin:
......... I have'nae heard nothing of the sort. There's no missing persons in my prison!
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
(But...how can that be?)
Susato:
It's Mr Daley Vigil, your chief warder...
Caidin:
Eh? Vigil?
Ryunosuke:
That's right. His wife came to us and asked us to investigate his disappearance. (Let's skip the part about him only going missing yesterday for now...)
Caidin:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Clearly that means something to him...)
Susato:
Would you be so kind as to tell us what you know, sir?
Caidin:
Aye... Aye, of course.
Examine
Clock
Ryunosuke:
Th-This grandfather clock is...
Susato:
...Is fitted with a terrifying blade that keeps dropping down!
Caidin:
It's modelled on the guillotine - a French execution device. You might have heard of it. And yes, afore you ask: it can chop.
Ryunosuke:
Heads off, you mean?!
Caidin:
Havers, no! Carrots and parsnips and so forth.
Susato:
...Oh.
Caidin:
If you place a large carrot at the bottom there in the morn, by evening it'll have been cut clean in two.
Susato:
...Well...the blade must have an almost indescribable edge on it, then.
Portraits
Susato:
I suppose these are all former governors of Barclay Prison, are they?
Ryunosuke:
Either that or former inmates who the governor has sent to the gallows.
Susato:
Oh dear...they all have such severe expressions, I really couldn't deny either possibility.
Ryunosuke:
Especially the one on the extreme right. His expression goes beyond 'severe' into a whole new territory...
Caidin:
...That one's me.
Susato:
Aaaaaah! I'm, I'm terribly sorry, sir!
Ryunosuke:
...Is it a prerequisite of the job, perhaps? Having a severe expression, I mean.
Caidin:
Of course it's not! Although...it is taken into consideration.
Ryunosuke:
(...A lot.)
Gun, axe, handcuffs on wall, or desk
Ryunosuke:
An axe, a hunting rifle and four pairs of handcuffs... That's a daunting collection.
Caidin:
Ah, there's a story behind everyone of those.
Ryunosuke:
You mean... ...the rifle was a famous killer's murder weapon? And the axe was wielded by an infamous executioner? And the handcuffs were once used to immobilise a fierce four-legged beast when it was arrested?!
Susato:
I think you're in the realms of fantasy now, Mr Naruhodo.
Caidin:
Not those kind of stories, Jimmy. That axe was the one I used to chop down the cherry tree at my hoose. Mrs Caidin was'nae best pleased.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Caidin:
And the cuffs on the left are the ones I caught my first burglar with back when I was a bobby.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
The stories were a little different to those you imagined, I think, weren't they?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, to my relief...and in some small way, my disappointment.
Parrot
Ryunosuke:
I'd never have expected to find a parrot in a prison! It must be the governor's pet.
Susato:
Given where we are...it's hard not to see the poor creature as a prisoner.
Lemme-oot!
Dinnae-kill-me!
Susato:
Aaaaaah!
Ryunosuke:
Has, has the bird learnt to mimic the plaintive cries of the inmates in the cells?
Caidin:
Och, no! He was one of three siblings, you see. And he still calls oot the names of his two brothers like that all the time.
Ryunosuke:
......... Right...
Lemme-oot!
Dinnae-kill-me!
Caidin:
Aye, aye, I hear ya, laddie. You want your dinner, eh, Did'nae-do-it?
Cabinet
Ryunosuke:
That's a very large cabinet full of papers, isn't it? It's labelled 'Inmate Register', look. And all the files are in alphabetical order.
Caidin:
That's fifty years worth of records of Barclay's inmates. Whether or no they left alive after serving their term. All the details aboot the crimes they committed are recorded in there. Like an epitaph, you might say.
Susato:
...A record of crimes and punishments... How dispiriting.
Ryunosuke:
(And yet... ...this man seems to be enjoying tea and biscuits as he talks about it.)
Converse
Chief warder Vigil
Ryunosuke:
We understand that Mr Vigil is the chief warder here at the prison.
Caidin:
Aye, that he was. Strong sense of responsibility and dedicated to the job, no doubt aboot it. He was a fine warder.
Ryunosuke:
......... Sorry, did you say 'was'?
Caidin:
Aye. He does'nae work here no more. He left the job.
Susato:
Oh my!
Ryunosuke:
When was this exactly?
Caidin:
There's a question. When was it aboot...? It cannae have been much less than... ...ten years ago now.
Susato:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
T-Ten years ago? He stopped working here ten years ago?!
Caidin:
Aye, as I mind it. D'you ken, I have'nae heard the fella's name in all that time. That's a worry if he's gone missing, though.
Ryunosuke:
But, but Mrs Vigil made no mention of it...
Susato:
I think perhaps, Mr Naruhodo, that his wife simply doesn't know. I think she's unaware that he no longer works here.
Ryunosuke:
Governor Caidin, can you tell us what happened? Why did Mr Vigil give up his job here?
Caidin:
That's...important, is it?
Ryunosuke:
......... Yes, I believe it may be.
Susato:
What are you thinking, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I can't help wondering...given that it was ten years ago...
Susato:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
(Which was exactly when the Professor was being held at this prison.)
Ten years ago (appears after "Chief warder Vigil")
Susato:
So Mr Vigil actually resigned from the position of chief warder ten years ago, you're telling us? What happened to make him leave the job?
Caidin:
......... In actual fact, he did'nae leave the job willingly. He had no choice in the matter.
Ryunosuke:
You mean...he was dismissed?
Caidin:
It was...after a particular walk.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? A walk?
Caidin:
Aye, that's oor word for it in here. A walk to the gallows.
Ryunosuke:
An, an execution...
Caidin:
It's the job of the chief warder to prepare the gallows tree and oversee any executions, you see. Only...Vigil did something unthinkable on that last walk he was manning.
Susato:
What did he do?
Caidin:
I'm sorry, but...I cannae reveal that information. But I can tell you that it's verra rare for a chief warder to be relieved of his post.
Ryunosuke:
But why wouldn't Mrs Vigil know about it? She appears to be under the impression that her husband still works here.
Caidin:
I would'nae ken anything aboot that, I'm afraid.
Susato:
Can you perhaps answer one more question about the circumstances of his dismissal?
Caidin:
And what would that be, hen?
Susato:
That last execution that Mr Vigil was responsible for overseeing... Was it by any chance...the Professor's?
Ryunosuke:
(My thoughts exactly...)
Caidin:
......... I'm sorry, I really am. But I'm no at liberty to answer that.
Susato:
I see...
Professor Mikotoba
Susato:
My father came to Britain all those years ago in order to study forensic medicine. But you seem to have been well acquainted.
Caidin:
The dead room, the prison and the cemetery have a lot to do wi' one another. After all, they need fresh corpses for forensic research. D'you ken?
Ryunosuke:
...Yes, I can imagine.
Susato:
The advancement of medical science isn't always particularly palatable...
Caidin:
Your father worked in the laboratory just on the far side of the graveyard. In the basement of St Synner's. It's still in use today.
Ryunosuke:
St Synner's... (That's come up before, I'm sure...)
Susato:
Yes, that's right. We've been there.
Caidin:
Mikotoba and I aft used to ride in a carriage together and negotiate terms.
Ryunosuke:
(For more 'fresh' material, I suppose...)
Caidin:
Aye, and we used to sit in here for hours and gab on aboot dissection and all sorts. Och, it takes me back. Over a pot of tea and a plate of cuff biscuits, of course.
Susato:
How charming...
Caidin:
......... He was a good fella, your father. Reliable, and dead set on his work. But I'm afraid... ...I'll never understand you Japanese.
Ryunosuke:
(Because of Genshin Asogi, I suppose...)
Present
Armband
Caidin:
What's that there, then?
Ryunosuke:
It's actually the sign of a Japanese defence lawyer.
Caidin:
Well...if you have to wear something like that to prove who ye are... ...perhaps I should wear these handcuffs, eh?
Susato:
I think maybe they're more of a sign of the people you catch than you yourself.
Caidin:
Aye, that's true. Ye've got me there, hen.
Ryunosuke:
(They're not actually a sign of anything, are they?)
Letter of Introduction
Caidin:
Well...how aboot that? A friend of Mikotoba turnin' up after all these years. And his wee bairn, even.
Susato:
My father speaks highly of you, sir.
Caidin:
D'you ken, I can see the resemblance now.
Susato:
Oh!
Caidin:
Aye, especially around your eyes. Ye look dead like him.
Susato:
......... What an interesting observation.
Ryunosuke:
(Not the delighted reaction from Susato-san that he might have been expecting...)
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Um, Governor Caidin, would you have a look at this?
Caidin:
Och, would'nae you rather have a wee handcuff biscuit?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...no, thanks. I'd rather you just cast your eyes over this.
Caidin:
Or maybe you prefer real handcuffs, eh?
Ryunosuke:
No no! Neither for me, please! Lovely offers, though!
After clearing all Converse options:
Caidin:
Well... ...I cannae tell you anything else.
Susato:
Thank you so much for your time, Governor.
Caidin:
Oh, one moment afore you're away, hen... I'm sure I have it here somewhere... Ah, found it. Here, take this as a wee souvenir of your visit to the prison.
Susato:
What is it?
Caidin:
That's Vigil's dismissal notice. It's ten years old now of course.
Susato:
Oh my! Are you sure?
Caidin:
Aye, it's no trouble at all. It's no the original, mind.
Vigil's dismissal notice has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you very much, Governor Caidin!
Caidin:
Well in return... ...do me a favour and never come back here. That case is closed.
Susato:
Well, I think we ought to return to Baker Street for the time being.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I agree. We need to report back to Mr Sholmes with what we've found out about Mr Vigil. (What will he tell Mrs Vigil, I wonder?)
Examine
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Ah, look, we have an opportunity here now, while the governor is away...
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! You could be imprisoned if you were caught!
Ryunosuke:
(That's a good point. Perhaps not, then.)
1st November
Sholmes's Suite
Ryunosuke:
We're back!
???:
Hello, you two!
Iris:
I thought you'd be back before long, so I baked some scones for us all.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! So that's what the delicious smell is.
Sholmes:
Greetings, my dear fellows! You've returned a good deal sooner than I was anticipating.
Ryunosuke:
Um...hello, Mr Sholmes. .........
Susato:
Hello, Mr...Sholmes... .........
Sholmes:
Say nothing. Your thoughts are written all over your faces in any case. It turns out that it may have been advisable to test my hair colour restoration tonic before application.
Susato:
Oh my...
Sholmes:
Pray, tell me. What of our warder friend? Have you garnered some new information?
Ryunosuke:
Oh, um...yes. Something very surprising, in fact. Though it's not a patch on your hair, to be honest.
Susato:
It most certainly isn't. But still, we discovered that-
???:
SHOOOOOOOOOLMES!!!
Gina:
Drop everyfin', Sholmes! This is more important!
Ryunosuke:
Gina?
Gina:
I, I can't Adam an' Eve it... *Sniff, sniff...*
Susato:
What's happened?
Sholmes:
Clearly a very grave matter indeed. For Miss Lestrade made no mention of my hair whatsoever.
Gina:
It's...it's the boss...
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean? (Inspector Gregson?)
Gina:
The boss is... He's... He's dead.
Ryunosuke:
What...?
Gina:
They, they just found 'is body. Shot...wiv a pistol...
Ryunosuke:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Susato:
But...but... Inspector Gregson?!
Ryunosuke:
(He was...murdered?!)
Iris:
No... Not Gregsy...
Sholmes:
Come in, my dear girl. Tell us the whole story.
Gina:
*Sniff, sniff...*
Converse
The inspector's death
Ryunosuke:
Are you serious, Gina?! Inspector Gregson was... He was really shot?!
Gina:
I, I don't know much about wot 'appened meself yet. They're still there...investigatin' the scene.
Sholmes:
Where did this take place?
Gina:
A little rented room in a buildin' full o' flats on Fresno Street.
Sholmes:
The outskirts of town. Nowhere near his home. He was perhaps investigating a case then...
Gina:
The thing is...no one at the Yard knows nuffin' about no case around there.
Susato:
Oh. How strange...
Gina:
The boss was... 'E was so good to me. I know I ain't up to much yet, but... ...one day, I was gonna show 'im! I was gonna show 'im I'd become a proper detective!
Iris:
Oh, Ginny...
The culprit
Ryunosuke:
So! Who did this? Do you have any idea who the culprit is?
Gina:
They got 'im already.
Susato:
Already?!
Ryunosuke:
(They've caught the shooter so soon?)
Gina:
A witness reported somefin' was goin' on, and the boys got straight down there an' took care of 'im.
Susato:
Who?! What awful person did this?
Gina:
......... I, I still can't believe it meself...
Susato:
Gina?
Gina:
......... It was the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
The- Wait a minute! You don't mean... ...they've arrested Lord van Zieks for it?!
Gina:
That's right! That Reaper bloke's gone an' shot the boss!
Ryunosuke:
No! (Lord van Zieks...?)
Lord van Zieks (appears after "The culprit")
Sholmes:
Are you quite sure, Miss Lestrade? It's Barok van Zieks the police have arrested?
Gina:
I saw 'im wiv me own eyes. In the interview room at the Yard.
Susato:
I don't believe it...
Gina:
But there were witnesses. An' they're all sayin' it was 'im.
Susato:
So you mean...there were actually multiple witnesses?
Gina:
They 'eard the gunshot, apparently. An' when our lot got to the scene... ...there was only the boss and that Reaper bloke in the room!
Ryunosuke:
(But there's no way Lord van Zieks would have taken Gregson's life. I...I just don't believe it!)
Susato:
I don't believe it, either!
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Um, Gina, I wanted to show you this...
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(No, what am I thinking? This is hardly the time, is it?)
After clearing all Converse options:
Sholmes:
......... Thank you for informing us, Miss Lestrade. This really is most terrible news. I'm dreadfully sorry...
Gina:
Wot are you sayin' sorry for? You didn't do nuffin'!
Sholmes:
.........
Gina:
Well...anyway... ...I'm takin' a cab over to the scene right now. Please come an' all! As soon as ya can! You've gotta 'elp!
Sholmes:
It's a detective's lot to appear wherever some sinister plot has unfolded. Little wonder we all look haggard. Sometimes these things are almost too much for the nerves.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
What use is there in being a great detective if I fail to see something like this coming, hm?! How could I let this happen to Gregson?! To Gregson...
Susato:
.........
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, I shall leave at once to begin my investigations.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, yes. We will, too.
Sholmes:
It would be helpful... ...if you could talk to Mr Reaper and see what you can glean. I'm sure you were intending to do so anyway. Until later, then!
Ryunosuke:
(Inspector Gregson, dead... And Lord van Zieks arrested...)
Iris:
Runo! Susie! I've called you a hansom. It's waiting outside.
Ryunosuke:
Thanks, Iris. Shall we, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Yes!
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Converse
What to do
Ryunosuke:
I can't believe it! Inspector Gregson!
Susato:
It's awful, isn't it? But we must carry on.
Ryunosuke:
I know, but...it's just so much to take in. I don't know where to start.
Susato:
We must start with a thorough investigation of the scene. And we must interview Gina. Then we must go to the prison to speak with the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
...Thank goodness I have you, Miss Susato. You have it all under control as usual.
Susato:
You're too kind, Mr Naruhodo. But I'm afraid I don't have all the answers. I really have no idea how to be around Iris at the moment.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh yes...that.)
1st November
Room on Fresno Street
Ryunosuke:
(This really is an out-of-the-way part of London. I doubt many people find their way down this back street. So this dust-ridden rented old room is where it happened then...)
Susato:
So this is...where poor Inspector Gregson lost his life.
Ryunosuke:
Yes... And the police are already hard at work investigating, it seems. (I don't see Mr Sholmes anywhere, though... Perhaps his investigations have taken him elsewhere.)
Gina:
Oi! Wot d'ya think yer doin' there?! Every one o' them drawers 'as gotta be taken right out so you can look underneath an' all! I want the space above this ceilin' checked, and don't forget to look inside the chimney stack, too! Blimey! Ain't you lot never gone over an 'ouse lookin' for dough when the owners are out o' town?
Ryunosuke:
(Gina's obviously got some unique investigative techniques she wants everyone to adopt...)
Gina:
Oh, so you've turned up at last. Mind you, I ain't been 'ere long meself.
Ryunosuke:
Hello again, Gina.
Gina:
Sholmes 'as only just left. Yer lucky ya missed that. 'E went prancin' around in 'ere, pointin' at stuff an' flickin' that 'at of 'is an' then just scarpered.
Susato:
Oh! He's finished investigating already, you mean?
Gina:
Yeah... 'E didn't stop to say nuffin' to no one. Not even me.
Ryunosuke:
Gina! Would you mind if we investigated, too?
Gina:
......... Listen, 'Oddo... ...yer a lawyer, right?
Ryunosuke:
Um...yes. Why?
Gina:
Well, yer not thinkin' of...tryin' to 'elp that Reaper bloke, are ya?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! (Poor Gina... She's never going to forget, is she? That trial will haunt her forever.)
Susato:
Gina, if you don't mind me saying... If Lord van Zieks really is responsible for this crime... ...he will be duly and fairly judged in court.
Gina:
......... I suppose yer right, yeah. Go on then, 'Oddo! Get investigatin'! I wanna know the truth about wot really 'appened 'ere!
Ryunosuke:
Thank you, Gina!
Examine
Fireplace
Ryunosuke:
An empty fireplace makes a room feel even colder than it would be otherwise, doesn't it?
Susato:
It's thick with dust, look. I think it would be fair to say it hasn't been used in a very long time.
Ryunosuke:
In other words... ...whoever lived in this room must have been extremely hardy in cold weather.
Susato:
Or nobody lived here at all, and merely visited when the occasion arose. ...I wouldn't like to say which is more likely.
Ryunosuke:
N-No, that's right. It's one or the other...
Portrait or desk
Susato:
Oh...it's a photograph stand. I suppose it must be a picture of one of Inspector Gregson's family members. Ah.........
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What's the matter? Your eyes look like they're about to pop out of your head.
Susato:
They are! Look, Mr Naruhodo! Quickly!
Ryunosuke:
Hm...why do I feel like this woman is familiar somehow?
Susato:
Of course she's familiar! We met her only this morning!
Ryunosuke:
Aah! It's... It's... It's... ...Mrs Vigil!
Susato:
This...makes no sense. Why would there be a picture of Mrs Vigil in here?
Ryunosuke:
To be frank... ...I don't think I've ever been more stumped.
Susato:
I'm sorry to say, I have no idea either.
The framed photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Portrait or desk (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
There's really no question, is there?
Susato:
It's the same woman we met only this morning! It's definitely Mrs Vigil! A little younger-looking, perhaps, but still...
Ryunosuke:
Aha! Perhaps she has a younger sister who looks just like her or something!
Susato:
But the photograph does appear to be rather old, doesn't it? And anyway, the question remains: why would something like this be in here?
Ryunosuke:
You're right, the question does remain. And I remain as stumped as I ever was by it...
Board
Susato:
This looks like some sort of noticeboard or something.
Ryunosuke:
And it's absolutely covered in scraps of paper.
Susato:
...Ah! Mr Naruhodo, look!
Ryunosuke:
This, you mean? It's an autopsy report, isn't it?
Susato:
And these are case notes here. And details of prison inmates!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...in fact they're all the sort of documents that only a detective could normally acquire. (What on earth went on this room?)
Susato:
Some old newspaper cuttings... Ah! And this one here!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, the advertisement, you mean? 'To the Red-Headed League'! B-But why? What's that doing here?
Susato:
Whoever occupied this room was clearly interested in it for some reason...
Policeman on left
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me...
Policeman:
Oh, Inspector... Ohhh, sir...
Ryunosuke:
(Poor man. He can't possibly be able to focus on investigating when he's so upset.)
Policeman in middle
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me...
Policeman:
Sorry, sir. Can't see a thing, sir. Too many tears, sir.
Ryunosuke:
(Right. Perhaps I'd better leave you to your work, then...)
Gun
Ryunosuke:
This is presumably the murder weapon, then...
Susato:
Oh, oh my... ...It is real, I suppose?
Ryunosuke:
I, I think so. Guns are so rare in Japan, I really know very little about them.
Susato:
There's one way to know for sure, Mr Naruhodo. Fire a shot!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! If I did that, I'd be looking for a skilled lawyer to represent me in court. (Slightly safer just to ask someone who might know, I think.)
The killer's revolver has been entered into the Court Record.
Gun (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
This is presumably the murder weapon, then...
Susato:
Oh, oh my... ...It is real, I suppose?
Ryunosuke:
I, I think so. Guns are so rare in Japan, I really know very little about them.
Susato:
There's one way to know for sure, Mr Naruhodo. Fire a shot!
Ryunosuke:
No no no! If I did that, I'd be looking for a skilled lawyer to represent me in court. (Slightly safer just to ask someone who might know, I think.)
Red wig
Ryunosuke:
Ever since we came in here...I can't take my eyes off this thing.
Susato:
Oh! Funnily enough, neither can I!
Ryunosuke:
It's...a hairpiece, isn't it?
Susato:
It is! It IS! A bright red hairpiece!
Ryunosuke:
And I suppose the fact that it's right there next to where the body was found... ...means we have to accept that...Inspector Gregson wore wigs, does it?
Susato:
And in such a flame-coloured red, too...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's a colour we've come across very recently elsewhere, isn't it?
Susato:
Exactly! This is a vital clue, I'm sure of it!
The red hairpiece has been entered into the Court Record.
Red wig (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Ever since we came in here...I can't take my eyes off this thing.
Susato:
Oh! Funnily enough, neither can I!
Ryunosuke:
It's...a hairpiece, isn't it?
Susato:
It is! It IS! A bright red hairpiece!
Ryunosuke:
And I suppose the fact that it's right there next to where the body was found... ...means we have to accept that...Inspector Gregson wore wigs, does it?
Susato:
And in such a flame-coloured red, too...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's a colour we've come across very recently elsewhere, isn't it?
Susato:
Exactly! This is a vital clue, I'm sure of it!
Chalk outline
Ryunosuke:
So I suppose...this is where the victim...?
Susato:
That's right. The rope is laid around the body to show exactly how it was found. Poor Inspector Gregson himself has already been taken away.
Ryunosuke:
(And would probably be under Dr Sithe's scalpel by now if not for what happened last week...)
Susato:
From the shape of the rope... ...it would appear that the inspector was curled up in a ball.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Are you feeling alright, Mr Naruhodo? You look like you've just seen a ghost.
Ryunosuke:
I know it's just a rope, but... Well, it conjures up quite a terrifying image, that's all. Especially with that bloodstain next to it.
Susato:
Oh, I do understand. In some ways, what we picture in our minds can be even worse than reality.
Ryunosuke:
(Susato-san is so strong, though. She's taking this far better than I am...)
Figurine
Ryunosuke:
Oh...what's this?
Susato:
It would appear to be a little model policeman. It's rather charming, isn't it? In a way.
Ryunosuke:
Seeing as it's on the floor here...do you think it belonged to Inspector Gregson?
Susato:
It's a little hard to imagine Lord van Zieks playing with something like this.
Ryunosuke:
(It's only about eight centimetres tall. It could have fallen out of someone's pocket, I suppose.) I think we should record it as evidence, just in case.
Susato:
Yes, I agree. It is rather delightful, after all. In a way.
The policeman figurine has been entered into the Court Record.
Figurine (subsequent times)
Susato:
It is rather endearing in a way, isn't it? This little London bobby.
Ryunosuke:
You do realise that you keep saying how charming it is 'in a way', don't you?
Susato:
The truth is...on closer inspection his face scares me a little.
Ryunosuke:
Well...it is supposed to be a policeman. Looking charming isn't generally in the job description as far as I can tell.
Susato:
No, I suppose not... In a way, that makes me a little sad, though.
Candles
Ryunosuke:
The top of one of the candles in this candle holder has been completely blown off.
Susato:
Yes, there's wax spattered on the wall behind, look.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose if a bullet had hit it...
Susato:
It does seem likely that the bullet hit the candle... ...having first passed through the inspector's body.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Now that wax on the wall looks like blood to me.
The candelabrum has been entered into the Court Record.
Candles (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
The top of one of the candles in this candle holder has been completely blown off.
Susato:
Yes, there's wax spattered on the wall behind, look.
Ryunosuke:
I suppose if a bullet had hit it...
Susato:
It does seem likely that the bullet hit the candle... ...having first passed through the inspector's body.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... Now that wax on the wall looks like blood to me.
Window
Ryunosuke:
Somebody's very haphazardly nailed those boards over the broken glass, haven't they? You couldn't even really call it a window any more.
Susato:
Well, if you remember the window in Mr Natsume's room, that was totally blocked up with bricks. This one does at least still let in some light, so you could say-
Ryunosuke:
You could say nothing more about it. ...I'm starting to feel even more sorry for Mr Natsume now.
Policeman on right
Ryunosuke:
Um, excuse me...
Policeman:
If you're looking down on us from the great beyond, Inspector, don't worry. We'll look after things at the Yard.
Ryunosuke:
(I've interrupted some deep thoughts there...)
Converse
Inspector Gregson
Ryunosuke:
Gina, what was Inspector Gregson doing here in the first place?
Gina:
That's wot I wanna know! ...It's wot? 'Alf a year since I got out o' the clink? That's when I decided to give up me divin' an' become a detective instead.
Ryunosuke:
OH yes,  Mr Sholmes twisted the inspector's arm to agree to take you on as an apprentice, didn't he?
Gina:
Summat like that, I think. Anyway, the point is, I didn't really know much about the boss 'til then. But it turns out, 'e's a bit of a legend at the Yard.
Susato:
Goodness! Really?
Gina:
They say 'e managed to solve some really tricky case... just like that!
Ryunosuke:
He did?
Gina:
Yup. An' ever since then, 'e started goin' out on all sorts o' investigations, but always on 'is own. No one else at the Yard even knows wot 'alf the cases 'e's workin' on are, apparently.
Ryunosuke:
That's not how it's supposed to work, is it? (So what was the 'legendary inspector' doing in a dingy little room like this?)
Gina:
I know 'e 'ad a lot of respect for the Reaper an' all. An' look where that landed 'im!
Ryunosuke:
Respect for the Reaper? In what way?
Gina:
I 'eard 'im say as much. 'I take my 'at off to that fella,' were 'is words.
Ryunosuke:
...Not how the general public feels, is it? Most people are terrified of the Reaper.
Gina:
Yeah, the boss said that's exactly why 'e respected the bloke.
Ryunosuke:
(I didn't realise Gregson held the Reaper in quite such high regard.)
Gina:
'E said somefin' else to me an' all... That I didn't need to worry about the Reaper, cos 'e only goes after people wot are bad. It did kind o' set my mind at east when 'e said that.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
The crime scene
Ryunosuke:
What is this place, then? Does anyone live here?
Gina:
Apparently it's bein' rented by some cove called Hugh Boone.
Susato:
Hugh Boone...
Ryunosuke:
It's a sort of...here-today-gone-tomorrow name that, isn't it?
Gina:
Yeah, 'e's wot we call an unidentified person. We 'aven't been able to get in touch wiv 'im.
Ryunosuke:
I see. Well, judging from appearances... ...I'd have to say this place hasn't been lived in for a long time. If ever.
Gina:
Right? All the lads from the Yard piled down to get stuck into the investigation... ...but there's so little 'ere, no one knew wot to do wiv 'emselves.
Susato:
......... I do wonder...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Well, could it be that this Hugh Boone... ...is in fact Inspector Gregson himself?
Ryunosuke:
What? How could that be?
Susato:
Well if he was investigating on his own... ...it's quite possible that this was in fact some kind of secret office of his.
Ryunosuke:
I'd, I'd never even considered that!
Gina:
Nice work, Sooze! We're actually followin' a line of inquiry like that ourselves.
Ryunosuke:
You are?
Gina:
If you look around the room, you'll see. There's a few things that hint at it.
Ryunosuke:
(We should really investigate this place in detail...)
The incident
Susato:
I see that's where the poor inspector was found, over there.
Gina:
Yeah, that's right. They said...it was a single bullet wot did 'im in. Apparently the bullet went right through 'im an' struck that candle tree on the wall.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh yes. It's blown one of the candles apart completely.)
Gina:
An' the gun used is there on the floor. It's the Reaper's, innit? No denyin' that.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Really?
Susato:
How do you know that?!
Gina:
Take it easy! I, I dunno wot to do wiv meself when you stare at me wiv them big wide eyes. I'm only sayin' wot I've 'eard. I dunno much about guns meself. But there's some bigwig lawman or wotever who said so. Why don't you ask 'im?
Ryunosuke:
(A 'bigwig lawman' is it?)
Gina:
Anyway, Fresno Street runs along under that window there. There were some street sellers just outside who 'eard the gunshot.
Susato:
Oh! But...I don't recall seeing anybody outside.
Gina:
Yeah, they've all been taken down the Yard for questionin', that's why. We're talkin' about the Yard's legendary inspector 'ere, after all. They'll be gettin' a grillin'.
Ryunosuke:
Do you think we might be able to speak with those street sellers ourselves?
Gina:
I doubt it. The lads at the Yard will just wanna know wot yer snoopin' for and you'll be up for a grillin' an' all.
Ryunosuke:
(So we can't interview the witnesses, then. Shame...)
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
This armband is proof - in Japan at least - that I'm a defence lawyer.
Gina:
And this badge is proof that I'm a detective! So yer all gonna 'ave to start callin' me Inspector Lestrade!
Ryunosuke:
In that case, you'll have to start calling me... Well, anything but ''Oddo'.
Gina:
I could call ya 'Defender Narra-'Oddo' if ya like. ...But it don't really trip off the tongue.
Ryunosuke:
No...it doesn't have a great ring to it, does it?
Red-Headed League Article
Gina:
Oh, that business? Yup, Inspector Lestrade 'ere soon 'ad that one buttoned up.
Ryunosuke:
I thought it was Mr Sholmes who led that pair into a trap, wasn't it?
Gina:
......... Listen, 'Oddo. It ain't easy goin' from East End diver to Scotland Yard detective, right? But anyway, it's all part o' the charm, innit? Bein' a bit loose wiv the truth when it 'elps.
Ryunosuke:
...That's wrong for so many reasons.
Gina:
Maybe...I should get Iris to write stories about me! 'The Adventures of Inspector Lestrade'!
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Gina, what do you make of this?
Gina:
Wot is that? Evidence? Worked somefin' out about wot 'appened, 'ave ya?
Ryunosuke:
Oh...um...no, not exactly.
Gina:
I ain't been long enough in the job to get all this deductin' business yet. But I swear I'm gonna get the person wot did this to the boss!
Examine evidence
Revolver
Revolver
Ryunosuke:
I suppose this must have been the murder weapon.
Susato:
Oh, oh my... ...It is real, I suppose?
Ryunosuke:
I, I think so. Guns are so rare in Japan, I really know very little about them. (Perhaps someone more familiar with firearms could shed a light on things here.)
Red Hairpiece
Underside of wig
Ryunosuke:
I've always wondered what the underside of a hairpiece looks like.
Susato:
That doesn't surprise me at all, Mr Naruhodo. You always want to see what lies beneath, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
...I'm not sure that's quite how I'd put it. You must have to use lots of bird lime to keep it in place on your head. So it doesn't get blown off in a gust of wind, I mean.
Susato:
...That might be a little more inconvenient when you wanted to take it off again, don't you think?
Policeman Figurine
Head of figurine
Susato:
The helmet of this charming policeman appears to be a little worse for wear.
Ryunosuke:
I'm not convinced about the 'charming' part, but yes, you're right... ...the head part looks like it's been fairly heavily manhandled. Almost as if somebody has enjoyed twisting it around and around for fun.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Shall we try twisting it around and around, too? For fun. Ah! What's that?!
Susato:
It...appears to be some sort of key.
Ryunosuke:
But it's tiny, though! It couldn't be a key for a door. Not at that size. (So what is it for, I wonder...?)
The details of the policeman figurine have been updated in the Court Record.
Head of figurine (subsequent times)
Susato:
The helmet of this charming policeman appears to be a little worse for wear.
Ryunosuke:
I'm not convinced about the 'charming' part, but yes, you're right... ...the head part looks like it's been fairly heavily manhandled. Almost as if somebody has enjoyed twisting it around and around for fun.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Shall we try twisting it around and around, too? For fun. Ah! What's that?!
Susato:
It...appears to be some sort of key.
Ryunosuke:
But it's tiny, though! It couldn't be a key for a door. Not at that size. (So what is it for, I wonder...?)
Key (after examining head of figurine)
Ryunosuke:
This looks like...some sort of key.
Susato:
Yes, it does. A very tiny and simple key.
Ryunosuke:
(What's a little key doing inside a figurine of a policeman in the first place? And what's it for?)
Candelabrum
Scorch marks
Ryunosuke:
Ah! There are some black marks here, look.
Susato:
Yes, they...look like some sort of scorch marks.
Ryunosuke:
So perhaps the bullet struck the candle here, do you think? It's only this one candle that's been cracked in half, it seems.
Susato:
Yes, I think you might be right. Firearms are rarely used by criminals in Japan... ...so I'm afraid I'm not particularly knowledgeable about them.
1st November
Local Prison, Cell 1
Ryunosuke:
(There he is. Lord van Zieks behind bars...)
Susato:
So it's true. He really was arrested...
Ryunosuke:
(He's sitting with his back to the wall, reading something. I don't think he's noticed us.) Erm...Lord van Zieks!
Van Zieks:
...Fancy meeting you here. The last place on Earth I'd like to be, with the last person on earth I'd like to see.
Ryunosuke:
...I couldn't very well not come. We heard what happened. That you... That Inspector Gregson was...
Van Zieks:
......... Go home. This has nothing to do with you.
Ryunosuke:
But...
Susato:
Forgive me, Lord van Zieks, but I must disagree.
Van Zieks:
.........
Susato:
Inspector Gregson was very helpful to us on a number of occasions. We're indebted to him. At the very least we owe it to him to find out the truth about his death. You must help us with our investigations, please!
Van Zieks:
......... There's really nothing I can tell you.
Ryunosuke:
What were you just reading at the back of the cell there? Was it something related to the case?
Van Zieks:
...This? The Yard isn't quite so cavalier with its information as to share case details with a suspect. This is...a letter from an old acquaintance.
Susato:
Oh. Who might that be?
Van Zieks:
Someone you know, as it happens. Albert Harebrayne.
Ryunosuke:
(Of course, yes. I keep forgetting they went to the same university.)
Van Zieks:
And I would like to read my correspondence in peace. So let's get this over with, shall we? What is it you want to know?
Ryunosuke:
(Strange... I mean, let's face it, Lord van Zieks never minces his words... ...but they seem to have less bite than usual somehow.)
Converse
What happened
Ryunosuke:
Can you at least tell us your side of the story, Lord van Zieks? What happened?
Van Zieks:
......... How much do you already know?
Susato:
We know that the inspector was shot dead in a small, rented room on Fresno Street.
Ryunosuke:
And that you were found there by the police when they arrived on the scene and immediately arrested.
Susato:
We were told that there was nobody else in the room, and that some witnesses heard the gunshot.
Van Zieks:
Then you're well informed. And there's really nothing I can add. The truth is, I don't know what happened myself.
Ryunosuke:
But...the gunshot! Obviously you didn't fire the gun, did you?
Van Zieks:
I'm not in the habit of shooting the people I work alongside. I also heard the noise. However... ...before I had a chance to investigate, I was apprehended by the arriving officers.
Ryunosuke:
(So he doesn't actually know what happened...)
Susato:
If I might ask, what were you doing in that place to begin with?
Van Zieks:
......... I don't need to answer that.
Susato:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
After all, you're not representing me.
Ryunosuke:
(He is going to need a lawyer, though...)
Your defence (appears after "What happened")
Ryunosuke:
Who is going to be representing you in court, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
......... Anyone other than you, I should imagine.
Ryunosuke:
Haaah...
Susato:
Would I be right in assuming...that you have no representation as yet?
Van Zieks:
Defence lawyers shy away from any trial involving the Reaper, as I'm sure you know.
Ryunosuke:
But this is different.
Van Zieks:
In my career, of all the defendants I've prosecuted, only nineteen have ever been acquitted. Of them, sixteen subsequently died in mysterious circumstances. Questions will be asked now.
Susato:
Surely not!
Van Zieks:
I assure you, no defence lawyer will want to touch me with the end of a barge pole.
Ryunosuke:
But you didn't actually have anything to do with those people's deaths...did you?
Van Zieks:
......... It's been ten years now that I've been known as the Reaper of the Bailey. Believe me, nobody wants to know the true identity of this killer more than I. However... ...it seems things may come to a head before I have the chance to uncover the truth about that.
Ryunosuke:
(What does he mean by that?)
Professor Harebrayne's letter
Ryunosuke:
(After the trial... ...Professor Harebrayne was supposed to go straight back to Germany, I thought.)
Van Zieks:
It's a letter to inform me of his safe arrival at home. I arranged his passage by sea and rail. It's a relief, I must say. He should now be beyond the reaches of the Reaper.
Susato:
Because the Reaper doesn't follow people abroad, you mean?
Van Zieks:
Yes. So it seems. Your stooped little Nipponese friend, for example. You told me he was keeping well in Japan when I enquired the other day.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. He's an author now. Happily working in Tokyo.
Susato:
So Professor Harebrayne is safely back in Germany now.
Van Zieks:
He is.
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
I think you know that this is worn by people in my country to show that they're defence lawyers, don't you?
Van Zieks:
And I think you know that I believed you to be merely playing at lawyer-craft...initially. But it would seem your armband may actually imply some dormant talent after all.
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks! Do you mean...?
Van Zieks:
......... Let's hope you wake up soon.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I was clearly daydreaming. I almost thought I got a compliment there.)
Red-Headed League Article
Van Zieks:
...It's not for me.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, that's...not why I was showing you it.
Van Zieks:
I suppose... ...if it was a Black-Headed League, you would have no hesitation.
Ryunosuke:
None whatsoever!
Van Zieks:
Sadly my own hair could no more be described as black as it could red. ......... What coloured league should I then join?
Susato:
People are troubled by the most unexpected problems at times...
Anything else
Van Zieks:
What's that?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, it's just something I was hoping to ask your opinion about, that's all.
Van Zieks:
It's a serious crime for the defence to attempt to extract information from the prosecution by illegal means.
Ryunosuke:
...Alright, I get the message. But I don't see what's illegal about me asking...
After clearing all Converse options:
Van Zieks:
......... So. It appears our conversation has run dry.
Ryunosuke:
There was a two-second silence, that's all.
Van Zieks:
Well in any event, if you'll excuse me now. ...I wouldn't like to detain you.
Ryunosuke:
I was wondering, Lord van Zieks... If you'd like... ...I'd be happy to advocate for you.
Van Zieks:
...! ...You trust me, do you?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. I've heard you speak many times in court. I've seen how you treat people. So I'm quite sure that you would never have taken another's life. ...It's just, my feelings can't be used as evidence in a court of law, sadly.
Van Zieks:
......... It's a very gracious offer. However... ...I trust no one.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
Not the police, not the judiciary...and not you Nipponese.
Ryunosuke:
But please...
Van Zieks:
I have no intention of engaging your services.
Ryunosuke:
......... (The chasm between us is just too wide and too deep, it seems...)
Van Zieks:
...I'd appreciate it if you don't visit again. Then neither of us will waste any more time.
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps we need to dig a little deeper... ...and find out more about Lord van Zieks and what happened to Inspector Gregson.)
After clearing all Converse options at Local Prison, Cell 1 and clearing all Converse options and examining portrait or desk, board, gun, red wig, chalk outline, candles, and figurine in Room on Fresno Street:
1st November, 10:24 a.m.
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Stronghart:
...You've made good time.
???:
I took an express train back to London.
Ryunosuke:
I can hear Lord Stronghart. Can you?
Susato:
Yes, it sounds as though he's talking to someone.
Stronghart:
Is everything in place?
???:
I had a private compartment on the train so I could check all the paperwork.
Ryunosuke:
I-It's...
Susato:
Kazuma-sama!
Stronghart:
Ah, your timing is impeccable!
Ryunosuke:
It, it is?
Stronghart:
No doubt you have heard the sickening news? About the Reaper's latest devilry.
Ryunosuke:
...Yes.
Susato:
I'm sure you don't believe it of course, though, Lord Stronghart. That Lord van Zieks could have done such a thing to Inspector Gregson.
Stronghart:
......... I believe only in the facts. And the facts in this case point to one thing: The unavoidable accusal of Lord van Zieks for this crime. We must bring charges against the Reaper for taking the life of our legendary detective.
Susato:
Oh no, surely not!
Stronghart:
It's a truly regrettable situation. Tomorrow the forensic science symposium finally begins. At the very least, though, we can show the world our justice system's swift and equitable processes.
Ryunosuke:
So does that mean...the trial is tomorrow?
Stronghart:
Precisely. In fact, this is a fine opportunity for introductions.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...
Kazuma:
.........
Stronghart:
Ah, but of course! You're already acquainted, aren't you? Mr Asogi here will be present at tomorrow's proceedings... ...leading the prosecution.
Ryunosuke:
Wait... WHAAAAAAT?! (Kazuma...?)
Stronghart:
As I'm sure you're aware, he's a very capable practitioner of law.
Susato:
Kazuma-sama...a prosecutor...?
Examine
Kazuma Asogi
Kazuma:
I'm sorry for all the worry I've caused you. But...it'll be alright now.
Ryunosuke:
Has your memory completely returned?
Kazuma:
Yes, completely. I remember everything. Including what I was coming here to do.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Susato:
Kazuma-sama... ...I can't tell you how happy I am to see you alive and well like this. But...how did you come to be here in London when you were suffering from amnesia?
Kazuma:
...It was the voice. This past year... ...I've been hearing it in my head constantly, saying the same thing over and over: 'Go to London. That's where your destiny awaits.'
Kazuma:
It was that voice that guided me here to London.
Susato:
I'm so sorry for what's happened...
Kazuma:
......... Anyway, my memory might have returned to me... ...but there's something that won't return to the way it was before.
Ryunosuke:
Huh? What do you mean?
Kazuma:
I'm a prosecutor now. ...So I'm sure our paths will cross again very soon.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Converse
Tomorrow's trial
Stronghart:
I'm sure you can imagine that tomorrow's trial will be closely followed all over London. In fact, no. People all over the empire will be watching closely to see how it unfolds.
Ryunosuke:
There's no salvation for anyone in a trial prosecuted by the Reaper of the Bailey. And now... ...the Reaper himself must stand in the dock.
Stronghart:
Quite so. The public want answer answers about the Reaper. Answers about how and why those who escaped conviction subsequently died mysterious deaths.
Susato:
But Lord van Zieks firmly denies any involvement in such matters.
Ryunosuke:
And there have been thorough investigations that have proven him to be innocent.
Stronghart:
That's certainly true. Or it has been, at least, until now.
Susato:
Ah!
Stronghart:
No, tomorrow's trial... ...will mark the start of a new chapter in our country's great judicial history!
Prosecutor Asogi
Ryunosuke:
So...Kazuma will be prosecuting tomorrow?
Stronghart:
That's right.
Susato:
But...he's a defence lawyer, Lord Stronghart!
Stronghart:
Accomplished young law practitioners cannot pick and choose their roles.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Stronghart:
And imagine what it will mean for the prosecution to know the strategies commonly employed by the defence. A devastating combination, wouldn't you agree?
Ryunosuke:
(Absolutely. I've no doubt at all that Kazuma will be razor-sharp as a prosecutor.)
Susato:
But...why Kazuma-sama? There are surely many other highly skilled prosecutors in Great Britain.
Kazuma:
It was a personal request. I asked to be assigned to the trial.
Ryunosuke:
You, you asked for this? But why?!
Kazuma:
It'll all become clear tomorrow. I'm guessing you intend to stand for the defence, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
Although the Reaper appears to be turning down all offers of representation.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
...I'm surprised such a personal request would have been upheld. It seems...unprecedented. Quite exceptional, in fact.
Stronghart:
You are quite right, Miss Mikotoba. Tomorrow's trial will be unprecedented and exceptional in every way.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...
Stronghart:
After all, the accused is one of Britain's greatest prosecutors. The pride of the empire. It would be unwise to give the public a reason to perceive it as the judiciary closing ranks.
Ryunosuke:
So that's why you're happy to let a foreigner handle the prosecution?
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... ...let's see how your skills have been honed after practising law in this land for so many months!
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma, I... (I don't understand why you're being so hostile to me now. This isn't going to end well, my friend...)
The killer's gun
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, we noticed that there was a gun at the scene of Inspector Gregson's death. Do you know if it belongs to Lord van Zieks?
Stronghart:
That would be a question for the lead detective investigating the scene.
Ryunosuke:
Well the thing is... ...she wasn't sure, so she told me I should ask somebody higher up who might know.
Susato:
That's right, Mr Naruhodo. Be direct!
Stronghart:
It's certainly a model that's issued to all personnel involved in law enforcement, yes. Which includes prosecutors, as I'm sure you can imagine.
Susato:
In that case...it could actually have belonged to the victim!
Stronghart:
No. Gregson had his gun on his person.
Ryunosuke:
What about Lord van Zieks?
Stronghart:
He claims it's currently not in his possession.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Stronghart:
According to his story, he lost it. In short...it's more than a little suspicious.
Susato:
But just because the gun in question is the same type as the defendant's is no proof that it's actually his.
Stronghart:
No, of course not.
Ryunosuke:
(Nevertheless, the situation is grave for Lord van Zieks...)
Examine evidence
Revolver
Revolver (after clearing Converse option "The killer's gun")
Ryunosuke:
So this is the type of revolver that's standard issue for members of the judiciary, then.
Susato:
Yes. And when I asked about whether records are kept about who they're issued to... ...I was told that for the past five years, they've been engraved with a unique serial number.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, but as far as I can tell... ...there's nothing like that on this gun.
Susato:
Which tells us that it must have been issued longer ago than that.
After clearing all Converse options and examining Kazuma Asogi:
Ryunosuke:
(It doesn't look like we're going to glean much more here.) Well...thank you very much, Lord Stronghart.
Stronghart:
Remember, tomorrow's trial will go down in our empire's history. There's much you could learn...from the public gallery.
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry to have taken up so much of your time. We'll see ourselves out.
Kazuma:
Hold it!
Kazuma:
Before you go, Ryunosuke...
Ryunosuke:
Oh...what is it, Kazuma?
Kazuma:
I just wanted...to thank you.
Susato:
Kazuma-sama... What...?
Kazuma:
You took my determination to heart and brought it with you over the ocean in my stead. And you carried out my role to perfection.
Susato:
You always were intent on studying British law in order to change our own justice system. It was your dream, and Mr Naruhodo didn't want that to die with you!
Kazuma:
Yes. But I had another purpose for coming here.
Susato:
Oh!
Kazuma:
......... I actually have a favour to ask.
Ryunosuke:
W-Which is...?
Kazuma:
This trial I'll be prosecuting tomorrow... I'd like you to be there to see how it ends. Right in front of me...as the defence counsel!
Ryunosuke:
...! (Why? What's this all about?)
Kazuma:
I know you have what it takes.
Ryunosuke:
But...Lord van Zieks would never put his fate in my hands.
Kazuma:
On the contrary. He recognises your talent.
Ryunosuke:
He does?
Kazuma:
...It's not easy to see behind the facade sometimes. Here, have a look at this...
Ryunosuke:
That's...
Susato:
That's Lord van Zieks and Inspector Gregson!
Ryunosuke:
(In a photograph that must have been taken some time ago by the look of it. And who's the third person?)
Kazuma:
It was displayed very prominently in the detective's office.
Ryunosuke:
In Gregson's office, you mean?
Kazuma:
Yes. What I'm trying to say is, if you really think you can trust the Reaper... ...you might find that some straight talking makes him take a different view. Take it.
Gregson's photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
I don't understand. Why are you giving me this?
Kazuma:
Just hurry, Ryunosuke! Visiting hours at the prison are almost over.
Ryunosuke:
(What are you doing, Kazuma...?)
1st November
Local Prison, Cell 1
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks is still reading that letter.
Susato:
We've been gone quite some time, though...
Ryunosuke:
Either he's an incredibly slow reader...or it's an incredibly long letter... I might even be able to read English faster than he can.
Van Zieks:
I was intending to ignore you entirely... ...but I can't turn a deaf ear to such an insulting Nipponese.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...sorry. I didn't think you'd hear that.
Van Zieks:
I had the case notes brought to me in secret. I was reading them to pass the time.
Susato:
Yes, we heard that your trial is set for tomorrow.
Van Zieks:
Which is none of your business.
Ryunosuke:
So...have you found a lawyer?
Van Zieks:
How many times must I reiterate the same thing: this is nothing to do with you.
Ryunosuke:
(In other words, no.)
Susato:
We were just talking to Lord Stronghart and...the prosecutor for your trial has been decided.
Van Zieks:
I'd expect nothing less. Though I have no idea who it is.
Ryunosuke:
It's...going to be Kazuma Asogi.
Van Zieks:
...! Asogi?!
Ryunosuke:
(That made the colour drain from his face...)
Van Zieks:
Haah, well then... ...it seems I'm going to have to engage in conversation with you again after all.
Converse
Asogi
Van Zieks:
Ten years ago, my older brother, who was the Director of Prosecutions at the time, was murdered. And the killer, as you know...was a visiting student from the Far East. Not a single day goes by...when I don't curse the name Asogi!
Susato:
Genshin Asogi was Kazuma-sama's father.
Van Zieks:
So what cruel twist of fate is this now, ten years later? The man's son is to crucify me in some kangaroo court?
Ryunosuke:
I still don't understand why Lord Stronghart apprenticed Kazuma to you.
Van Zieks:
It's what he does. No doubt he knew of the young man's true identity from the outset.
Susato:
But what could he have been hoping to achieve?
Ryunosuke:
And let's not forget that it was only eight days ago that Kazuma recovered from his amnesia. Why would Lord Stronghart assign this trial to somebody like that?
Van Zieks:
Hm...Asogi... That name is the very epitome of my bane. The bane that is you Nipponese.
Ryunosuke:
(Right... Your hatred of all us Japanese...)
The Nipponese bane (appears after "Asogi")
Van Zieks:
I'd only just been appointed as a prosecutor when it happened ten years ago. My brother Klint, the Director of Prosecutions, was hunting down a mass murderer.
Ryunosuke:
The so-called 'Professor'...
Van Zieks:
Assigned to the investigation as his partner... ...was a certain visiting student dispatched from Scotland Yard.
Ryunosuke:
And that was Genshin Asogi?
Van Zieks:
Exactly. I developed a deep respect for the man. He seemed noble-minded and chivalrous in the extreme to me. ...But none of us saw the true nature of the man. So I lost everything when it happened. My esteemed brother...the people I believed in...and any semblance of right prevailing over wrong!
Susato:
Oh...how awful...
Van Zieks:
To avenge my brother, I prosecuted in Asogi's trial. It wouldn't ordinarily have been allowed, but I beleaguered the ascribed prosecutor until he consented.
Susato:
What do you mean by the ascribed prosecutor?
Van Zieks:
The man in charge of the Professor case inquiry: Lord Mael Stronghart.
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what?! Lord Stronghart?
Van Zieks:
He was a highly accomplished prosecutor. But he agreed to relinquish the trial to me and act as my adviser instead. Since that time, he's the one person to whom I've felt indebted.
Susato:
I'm sure he must have seen your zeal for the case and recognised your potential as a prosecutor.
Van Zieks:
Anyway, time passed, but then earlier this year, who should arrive in London...but you.
Susato:
Ah!
Van Zieks:
And, of all things...as a lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
......... I felt your animosity the first time I ever faced you in the courtroom. Your obvious deep loathing of us Japanese.
Van Zieks:
I kept telling myself it was illogical. But for so many years, that hatred had festered inside me, I could no longer control it.
Ryunosuke:
And I can understand why, now I know the history.
Van Zieks:
But in the same way that I've long felt the Nipponese to be the bane of my life... ...to Kazuma Asogi, I am the bane of his. The Reaper who sent his father to the gallows. He's looking for revenge, and he intends to take it in court tomorrow.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Inspector Gregson (before presenting Gregson's Photograph)
Van Zieks:
Gregson's transfer to the Paris Police Prefecture had finally been arranged for the coming month. But he'll never make it to France now. ...It's a tragedy.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, come to think of it he did mention something about that, didn't he?
Susato:
I wonder...does it happen often? Being transferred internationally, I mean?
Van Zieks:
...It's the first time I've ever encountered it.
Susato:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
The Paris police welcoming an English detective is... almost inconceivable. I can't imagine what kind of magic Gregson must have worked to put that arrangement in place.
Ryunosuke:
(...It sounds like that mystery has even the Reaper perplexed.)
Susato:
I'm afraid to say... ...that we were very ignorant about Inspector Gregson's standing. We hear that he was considered something of a legend at Scotland Yard.
Van Zieks:
......... Again, it was ten years ago that he first made a name for himself. By uncovering a decisive pair of evidence that exposed the Professor's identity. If it wasn't for Gregson's singular approach to the case, the discovery would never have been made.
Ryunosuke:
What sort of approach?
Van Zieks:
After my brother's life was taken, the inspector pushed for a full autopsy.
Susato:
Oh my! Ten years ago?
Ryunosuke:
...Why is that so surprising?
Van Zieks:
Autopsy was considered a desecration of the body at the time, and rarely performed. And my brother was of course a noble. That made the idea of it even more unthinkable. But something Gregson had dug up in his investigations made him determined it was necessary. His powerful conviction somehow influenced the House of Lords and as a result...I could avenge my brother's death.
Ryunosuke:
So...you must have had great confidence in the inspector's abilities, then.
Susato:
And it's even more inconceivable that you would have taken his life!
Van Zieks:
......... I don't have confidence in anyone.
Susato:
Oh...
Van Zieks:
And I'm sure Gregson felt the same way. I've no doubt he thought of me only as the ominous Reaper, just like the rest of London.
Ryunosuke:
(What really went on between Lord van Zieks and Gregson, I wonder? What was the true nature of their relationship?)
Inspector Gregson (after presenting Gregson's Photograph)
Van Zieks:
Gregson's transfer to the Paris Police Prefecture had finally been arranged for the coming month. But he'll never make it to France now. ...It's a tragedy.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, come to think of it he did mention something about that, didn't he?
Susato:
I wonder...does it happen often? Being transferred internationally, I mean?
Van Zieks:
...It's the first time I've ever encountered it.
Susato:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
The Paris police welcoming an English detective is... almost inconceivable. I can't imagine what kind of magic Gregson must have worked to put that arrangement in place.
Ryunosuke:
(...It sounds like that mystery has even the Reaper perplexed.)
Susato:
I'm afraid to say... ...that we were very ignorant about Inspector Gregson's standing. We hear that he was considered something of a legend at Scotland Yard.
Van Zieks:
......... Again, it was ten years ago that he first made a name for himself. By uncovering a decisive pair of evidence that exposed the Professor's identity. If it wasn't for Gregson's singular approach to the case, the discovery would never have been made.
Ryunosuke:
What sort of approach?
Van Zieks:
After my brother's life was taken, the inspector pushed for a full autopsy.
Susato:
Oh my! Ten years ago?
Ryunosuke:
...Why is that so surprising?
Van Zieks:
Autopsy was considered a desecration of the body at the time, and rarely performed. And my brother was of course a noble. That made the idea of it even more unthinkable. But something Gregson had dug up in his investigations made him determined it was necessary. His powerful conviction somehow influenced the House of Lords and as a result...I could avenge my brother's death.
Ryunosuke:
So...you must have had great confidence in the inspector's abilities, then.
Susato:
And it's even more inconceivable that you would have taken his life!
Van Zieks:
......... Inspector Gregson...
Your gun
Ryunosuke:
About the gun used to shoot the inspector that was found at the scene...
Van Zieks:
Ah yes... That's not mine.
Ryunosuke:
Really? Because common opinion seems to be that it is.
Van Zieks:
......... What do you expect me to say to that?
Susato:
Lord Stronghart informs us that you claim to have misplaced your firearm.
Van Zieks:
......... As embarrassing as that is, I'm afraid it's true.
Ryunosuke:
When did you lose it, then?
Van Zieks:
That...I don't know.
Susato:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
I was issued with a revolver when I first became a prosecutor ten years ago. I must have stowed it somewhere, I suppose. Or left it somewhere, perhaps.
Susato:
......... You have something in common with Lord van Zieks after all, Mr Naruhodo: a talent for misplacing things.
Ryunosuke:
No no no! This is nothing to do with me! Don't drag me into it!
Van Zieks:
Don't make the mistake of associating me with this... Nipponese!
Susato:
Oh dear... The rift is very wide, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
(So it's not decisive evidence, clearly. But it doesn't look good, that's for sure.)
Present
Gregson's Photograph
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks, we came by this old photograph...
Van Zieks:
...! Where did you get that?! It was taken when I became a qualified prosecutor. It's almost unbelievable. I, I assumed it was long lost.
Ryunosuke:
Um, is the man on the left there...?
Van Zieks:
Yes, that's my brother. Klint.
The details of Gregson's photograph have been updated in the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(It had to be, really.) Apparently this picture was prominently displayed in Gregson's office. He had a deep respect for you, you know. ...Were you aware of that?
Van Zieks:
Respect?! That's...nonsense!
Ryunosuke:
No, we've heard someone attest to it very clearly. (Inspector Gina Lestrade, no less.)
Van Zieks:
......... Well...maybe once, yes. There was a time things were like that. We were brothers in arms...jovially discussing the future of justice and other such lofty subject matter. ......... That was a nice glimpse of the past. I thank you.
Ryunosuke:
(I feel as though I got a nice glimpse of the past then, too. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes. A brief twinkle. An insight into the true nature of this man known to all as the stone-cold Reaper of the Bailey.)
Gregson's Photograph (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks, we came by this old photograph...
Van Zieks:
...! Where did you get that?! It was taken when I became a qualified prosecutor. It's almost unbelievable. I, I assumed it was long lost.
Ryunosuke:
Um, is the man on the left there...?
Van Zieks:
Yes, that's my brother. Klint.
Ryunosuke:
(It had to be, really.) Apparently this picture was prominently displayed in Gregson's office. He had a deep respect for you, you know. ...Were you aware of that?
Van Zieks:
Respect?! That's...nonsense!
Ryunosuke:
No, we've heard someone attest to it very clearly. (Inspector Gina Lestrade, no less.)
Van Zieks:
......... Well...maybe once, yes. There was a time things were like that. We were brothers in arms...jovially discussing the future of justice and other such lofty subject matter. ......... That was a nice glimpse of the past. I thank you.
Ryunosuke:
(I feel as though I got a nice glimpse of the past then, too. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes. A brief twinkle. An insight into the true nature of this man known to all as the stone-cold Reaper of the Bailey.)
After clearing all Converse options and presenting Gregson's Photograph:
Van Zieks:
......... Mister...Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! (That's the first time he's ever used my actual name.)
Van Zieks:
I've lost all confidence in my country's justice system. I don't trust the police, the judiciary or lawyers. But there's still one thing I'm willing to believe in.
Ryunosuke:
What's that?
Van Zieks:
That which you see in the eyes of another across the courtroom: a simple determination to know the truth.
Ryunosuke:
L-Lord van Zieks...
Van Zieks:
From the very first time we clashed in the Bailey almost a year ago now... ...I couldn't deny it, even though I dearly wished I could. 'Here is a loathsome Nipponese...who has absolute integrity as a lawyer.'
Ryunosuke:
...!
Van Zieks:
There are only two other men I've known with that same look in their eyes: My brother, Klint. ...And Genshin Asogi.
Ryunosuke:
(The man he idolised and the man who betrayed his trust in the most hideous way...)
Van Zieks:
......... When you showed me that photograph just now, it reminded me...
Ryunosuke:
You mean, this photograph?
Van Zieks:
Back then I was able to laugh. I was free of the shackles of mistrust that plague me now. I looked to the future with hope. Since then I've protected myself against betrayal by refusing to trust anyone. But at times the mire into which I've sunk makes it almost impossible to breathe.
Ryunosuke:
I'm...so sorry...
Van Zieks:
......... So Mr Naruhodo... ...I want to believe in that look in your eyes. I need to believe in it. ...In tomorrow's trial...will you advocate for me?
Ryunosuke:
......... Of course I will. It would be an honour.
Susato:
I'm so pleased, Mr Naruhodo.
Van Zieks:
Then my life is in your hands.
Ryunosuke:
(For Lord van Zieks... ...that must have been an incredibly hard thing to ask. Which is why I simply cannot let the man down. Tomorrow...in the Old Bailey...against my old friend, Kazuma!)
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing particular of note...)
Twisted Karma and His Last Bow
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Part 1
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2nd November, 8:56 a.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Ryunosuke:
(There's that old familiar feeling again... The crushing pressure of this historic courthouse.) ......... (Actually, no... it's a little different today. There's an even more menacing tension in the air.)
Susato:
There is a menacing tension in the air here today, isn't there? I suppose...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I think so. It can only be the result of the menacing appearance of the defendant.
Van Zieks:
A little more courtesy, if you please.
Susato:
Oh my! I, I do apologise!
Van Zieks:
However...you're certainly not mistaken that this trial is far from ordinary.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Van Zieks:
I'm not privy to the details. However... ...I understand that no jury has been selected.
Susato:
A trial without a jury?! Well, well that's just like... ...the trial of the Professor ten years ago!
Ryunosuke:
(A closed court...)
Sholmes:
Good morning, my dear fellows!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
Have you made note of my hair, Mr Naruhodo? An outright victory for science, you must agree!
Ryunosuke:
......... To be perfectly honest, so much happened yesterday that, well... ...I completely forgot about your little hair problem.
Sholmes:
Hah! What to one man is a 'little hair problem'... ...is to another a day of drinking dubious potion after dubious potion. You have no idea how my stomach ails me this morning!
Susato:
Oh dear! How awful for you.
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid you only have yourself to blame, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
And good morning to you, Mr Reaper. I'm delighted to see you looking so full of vim.
Van Zieks:
And I you. I see London's celebrated great detective is as active as ever.
Sholmes:
Oh, you exaggerate, my dear fellow. Compared to my paltry engagements with a few trivial cases... ...the Reaper's overbearing presence is a far greater deterrent to the black roots of crime in our capital.
Van Zieks:
.........
Sholmes:
And whilst I may not agree with your methods... ...there is at least one point on which I would readily commend you.
Van Zieks:
What an honour. And that would be...?
Sholmes:
Your eye for a good lawyer, sir.
Van Zieks:
...!
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
After all... ...behind this lawyer there is a very great mind. My own.
Van Zieks:
What are you trying to say?
Sholmes:
I wish only to say that you should be prepared for quite a trial, Mr Reaper.
Van Zieks:
...!
???:
Sorry to barge in...
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Gina! (What's that on her arm? It's a mourning band, I suppose...)
Susato:
Father! Shouldn't you be at the symposium?
Mikotoba:
It's been postponed. So I have some free time. I decided to come along with the police inspector to see our country's up-and-coming student in action.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Mikotoba:
I shall be very interested to see the fruits of your studies over the past year.
Ryunosuke:
Well...it's an honour to have you here! (Let's hope there are some fruits to see...)
Gina:
......... 'Oddo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Yes, Gina?
Gina:
Why d'you agree to this, eh? Why d'you take 'im on?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Gina:
This, this Reaper bloke... Everyone says it was 'im wot... ...wot killed the boss.
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm sorry, Gina. But I just don't believe that.
Gina:
Well if it weren't 'im, who was it?!
Ryunosuke:
I don't know that...yet.
Gina:
I don't care who calls 'im wot. The Reaper's just a name. 'E's just a person at the end o' the day. An' if it turns out it was 'im wot killed the boss...then God 'elp 'im!
Van Zieks:
......... Fiery eyes indeed... Yes, the culprit deserves every ounce of your loathing.
Gina:
Eh?
Van Zieks:
At least that may be some solace to the deceased.
Gina:
......... P-Please, 'Oddo... ...get whoever did this. For the boss.
Susato:
Oh, Gina...
Gina:
I 'ate feelin' this useless, but there's nuffin' I can do. So you've gotta find who done this and make the wretch pay!
Bailiff:
Counsel for the Defence! And the defendant! Court will be in session shortly. Make your way into the courtroom at once, please!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright then, here we go...)
Susato:
It's time, Mr Naruhodo! Lord van Zieks!
One who lost his treasured brother to a mass murderer... One who lost his treasured father in a foreign court of law... And one who lost the man who helped her escape destitution... All that misfortune...all that pain...on course to collide headlong in this trial. It's time to shine a light on all these dark events. And whatever truth is revealed... ...we're going to have to look it straight in the eye.
2nd November, 9:20 a.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session. We are here to conduct the fair and just trial of the defendant, Barok van Zieks. Counsels for the defence and prosecution, are you ready to begin?
Ryunosuke:
...The defence is ready, My Lord.
Kazuma:
The prosecution...is more than ready.
Susato:
Oh, Kazuma-sama...
Ryunosuke:
(I've been wishing to see you in court again for so long, it feels... But I never pictured it happening like this. I never thought I'd be facing you behind the prosecution's bench.)
Judge:
The so-called 'Reaper of the Bailey'... ...has been a scourge like no other, undermining Her Majesty's justice system. Today we must uncover the truth behind this scourge.
Ryunosuke:
(In other words... ...this trial is going to be a lot more far-reaching than Inspector Gregson's murder.)
Judge:
The truths revealed by these proceedings may have unpredictable repercussions through the judiciary. Accordingly, they are to be conducted as a closed trial, with no members of the public present. By Her Majesty's direct orders.
Ryunosuke:
How will that work, My Lord?
Judge:
The burden of all arbitration and adjudication falls on my shoulders. Therefore, as you will see... ...the jurors' bench shall remain vacant today.
Susato:
If no members of the public are present, might I ask who is currently occupying the gallery, My Lord?
Judge:
They are members of the judiciary, here to witness proceedings and ensure an equitable trial.
Ryunosuke:
Members of the judiciary...
Susato:
Oh my...this is a very unusual trial already.
Judge:
There is of course another, unprecedented aspect to these proceedings on which I must elaborate. The counsels for the prosecution and the defence are both aliens of Great Britain.
Kazuma:
......... I believe it takes an outsider to see the truth sometimes. And as I stand here in this courtroom now, I'm quite certain... ...this is the reason why I had to come to Britain.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...?
Judge:
Very well. Let us commence proceedings. Prosecutor Asogi...your opening statement, if you please.
Kazuma:
Certainly, My Lord. The incident took place on 1st November at just after five o'clock in the afternoon. The location was a building of flats on Fresno Street on the outskirts of the city. The victim's body was discovered there in an old single-room rental property.
Judge:
Yes, Inspector Tobias Gregson. A name known very well indeed to this court. Not least for his miraculous resolution of one of this country's grimmest cases ten years ago.
Susato:
The Professor case.
Ryunosuke:
How sure are you about the time of the incident?
Kazuma:
Several witnesses on the street outside heard the gunshot, and all have reported the same time.
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, that's what Gina told us, too. There were a number of witnesses.)
Kazuma:
I have here a plan of the room. The victim was found curled up in one corner. It's believed that he was shot from the front at point-blank range and died instantly.
Judge:
Hm... How has the range been determined?
Kazuma:
There were scorch marks around the entry wound. Such marks are caused by the gunpowder used to fire the bullet. But powder hot enough to leave scorch marks is only ejected a few inches beyond the end of the barrel. In other words, it only happens when the target is at point-blank range.
Judge:
I see, yes. Thank you for the detailed explanation, Counsel.
The autopsy report has been entered into the Court Record.
Kazuma:
The murder weapon was found lying beside the victim.
Judge:
And have you managed to ascertain the owner of this firearm?
Kazuma:
No, My Lord. Not conclusively.
Susato:
Bravo, Kazuma-sama... ...for not trying to use the gun as evidence when its provenance can't be proven.
Kazuma:
Furthermore, My Lord... As I've explained, the revolver was fired at extremely close range. The bullet passed through the victim and struck the wall behind him. There is a candelabrum mounted on that wall... ...and the tip of one of the candles in it was found to have been blown off by the projectile.
Susato:
We noticed that too, didn't we?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, that's right.)
Judge:
Thank you for the thorough report, Counsel. The setting of the crime is clear to me. You will submit the plan of the crime scene as evidence, please.
Kazuma:
As you wish, My Lord.
The crime scene floor plan has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Is this Fresno Street room Inspector Gregson's private abode?
Kazuma:
No, My Lord. The room is rented to a Mr Hugh Boone. But there is precious little furniture inside, and it is generally in a poor state of repair.
Ryunosuke:
(So what on earth was Gregson even doing there?)
Susato:
Presumably he was investigating some case or other...
Kazuma:
When a policeman was informed of the gunshot from the witnesses and rushed to the scene... ...he found only the deceased inspector and the accused standing alongside holding the revolver. The attending officer arrested the accused on the spot.
Judge:
So...the details of the case are clear.
Kazuma:
In that case, the prosecution would like to call its first witness.
Judge:
A name please, Counsel.
Kazuma:
Naturally...the accused himself.
Ryunosuke:
L-Lord van Zieks?!
Kazuma:
As a prosecutor, he believes in the oath of office he's taken and will be compelled to tell the truth.
Judge:
Very well, let the defendant take the witness stand!
Kazuma:
So, witness...state your name and occupation for the court.
Van Zieks:
Barok van Zieks, Old Bailey prosecutor.
Judge:
I presume, Lord van Zieks, that you heard Prosecutor Asogi's opening precis.
Van Zieks:
I did.
Judge:
It is alleged that you were found at the scene of the crime... ...and that you were arrested by the arriving police officer. Can you confirm this?
Van Zieks:
Yes, My Lord.
Kazuma:
Then I'm sure the court would like to hear you explain some things away. Namely why you were there in the room on Fresno Street at the time in question. And what exactly took place.
Van Zieks:
I intend to explain away nothing. I will simply tell the truth.
Judge:
I must say, Lord van Zieks, I never imagined this day would come. Or rather... ...I didn't want to imagine it would come. But since you became known as the Reaper... ...a part of me has been dreading it.
Van Zieks:
.........
Judge:
Your formal testimony then, witness!
Witness Testimony
- The Facts of the Incident -
Van Zieks:
I was investigating Gregson, and my inquiries had led me to that address.
When I first entered the room that day, it was dark inside and I saw no one.
A moment later, I heard the gunshot. I spun around, and saw the revolver on the floor.
Just as I picked the firearm up to examine it, the door flew open and I heard a man scream.
It was only then that the body of Inspector Gregson appeared before me.
Kazuma:
That testimony is the whole truth?
Van Zieks:
It was.
Kazuma:
So...you heard a shot being fired in a room with no living occupants... ...and moments later a corpse somehow appeared before your eyes. Is that it? You're right, you haven't explained away anything. In fact that would barely qualify as an excuse.
Van Zieks:
......... I thought you were my mute apprentice. Yet it turns out you have a way with words... Prosecutor Asogi.
Judge:
Hmmm... It would appear to be a singular tale indeed.
Kazuma:
Singular isn't the word. It's laughable.
Ryunosuke:
(What's got into Kazuma? He's not behaving like himself at all...)
Susato:
.........
Judge:
Very well, then. Counsel, you may begin your cross-examination.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Facts of the Incident -
Van Zieks:
I was investigating Gregson, and my inquiries had led me to that address.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You were investigating the inspector? What on earth for?
Van Zieks:
......... I'm not at liberty to say.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Van Zieks:
I'd identified a distinct possibility that Gregson was involved in a case I was investigating. Regrettably, though...he was killed before I could secure the proof I needed.
Judge:
Is the court to understand then, that on the day in question you followed the victim to the scene?
Van Zieks:
...No. I was privy to his movements in advance.
Ryunosuke:
How?
Van Zieks:
I stole into his office in the Yard and consulted his diary. The address on Fresno Street was noted in the 5 p.m. entry.
Kazuma:
You illegally entered the man's office? In Japan that alone would constitute a very serious offence.
Judge:
As it does in Great Britain, I assure you. Is that not the case, Lord van Zieks?
Van Zieks:
...I was aware of the possible consequences.
Kazuma:
So, in summary, you were investigating the victim... ...and yet you refuse to tell the court why.
Van Zieks:
.........
Kazuma:
I didn't realise British prosecutors enjoyed such freedom to choose what to divulge under oath.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh... (Why did I ever think I could defend this man?)
Van Zieks:
When I first entered the room that day, it was dark inside and I saw no one.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Had you ever been to the address before?
Van Zieks:
No, never. I only learnt of the place as a result of my investigations into Gregson's activities. There was no light inside when I entered, so it was all but impossible to make out anything.
Ryunosuke:
But at 5 p.m. the sun would only just have gone down. It would still have been reasonably light outside.
Van Zieks:
The room has a window, but it was boarded shut. Very little light found its way into the room from outside, so it was extremely murky inside. I wouldn't have noticed if the victim was already lying on the floor.
Kazuma:
There was no artificial light in the room, you say? You're quite sure?
Van Zieks:
I'm quite sure that the part of the room where the body was found was very dark. I have a feeling there was a small oil lamp burning on the desk, though I couldn't say for certain.
Susato:
Look, Mr Naruhodo... There is a small desk in the room just here.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I remember. And there was an oil lamp on it. As well as the framed photograph.
Van Zieks:
When I entered the room, I closed the door behind me and started towards the desk to investigate.
Ryunosuke:
And what did you find?
Van Zieks:
Nothing. I never actually reached the desk.
Van Zieks:
A moment later, I heard the gunshot. I spun around, and saw the revolver on the floor.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...who fired the gun?
Van Zieks:
I have no idea. I didn't see anybody else in the room.
Ryunosuke:
But you say it was very dark in there?
Van Zieks:
Yes, that's right. All I can tell you is, I didn't sense another's presence.
Ryunosuke:
Aha! Then could it be... ...that the gunshot actually originated from somewhere outside the room?!
Van Zieks:
No, that's out of the question.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Van Zieks:
Without doubt, the sound emanated from inside the room. I could smell the gunpowder.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh, this is going from bad to worse...)
Kazuma:
And you say that's the point at which you noticed the revolver on the floor?
Van Zieks:
Correct. And I foolishly picked it up. That was carelessness on my part.
Judge:
Presumably, then, the gunshot you heard came from the firearm that you somewhat hastily took in your hands.
Van Zieks:
In point of fact, My Lord...I believe it did not.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Van Zieks:
The barrel of the revolver I picked up was cold, and there was no smell of spent powder.
Ryunosuke:
But, but then...where on earth is the gun that WAS fired?
Van Zieks:
Whilst I would like to oblige you with an answer... ...I'm afraid I can't. I, too, would dearly like to know that.
Ryunosuke:
Uuuuuugh...
Van Zieks:
Just as I picked the firearm up to examine it, the door flew open and I heard a man scream.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A man, you say? One of the witnesses, I presume?
Kazuma:
That's right. One of the street merchants working on Fresno Street.
Judge:
Who are these merchants?
Kazuma:
A number of them had set up their stalls directly beneath the boarded window of the crime scene. A match-seller, a newsmonger and a pedlar. They've all given statements saying they heard the gunshot. And without thought of danger, they ran inside to see what had happened.
Susato:
Yes...Gina told us about that yesterday, didn't she?
Kazuma:
They burst through the door with some force, it would seem.
Van Zieks:
They did. And almost gave me a heart attack in the process.
Ryunosuke:
(But you're supposed to be the Reaper...)
Van Zieks:
The first man to come in immediately noticed the revolver in my hand and fled.
Kazuma:
A policeman patrolling on Fresno Street heard the commotion... ...and was able to arrest the accused shortly after the incident occurred.
Van Zieks:
Anyway, the man's scream drew my attention in that direction.
Van Zieks:
It was only then that the body of Inspector Gregson appeared before me.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Um...what do you mean by that? In what way did the body 'appear'?
Van Zieks:
I honestly can't explain it. But it's the truth. As far as I was concerned, the body hadn't been there until that point, and then suddenly...there it was.
Ryunosuke:
Did you perhaps hear the sound of the victim falling to the ground just beforehand?
Van Zieks:
......... At that moment, what I heard... ...was the sound of the door flying open and the scream of the man who came inside first. Nothing more.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Van Zieks:
After the man fled, I examined the body. I was stunned to find that it was Gregson.
Judge:
Hmmm... Most curious circumstances indeed.
Van Zieks:
How the inspector was killed, or how his body seemed to appear out of nowhere... ...I have no idea.
Ryunosuke:
(So...that's Lord van Zieks's account.)
Susato:
Do you have any thoughts, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Yes...mainly that it really doesn't ring true in all sorts of ways. Who fired the gun if there was nobody else there? And how did the corpse just appear in front of him?
Susato:
So...you think that Lord van Zieks is lying?
Ryunosuke:
No, I don't think that. I mean, if he was going to lie... ...I would expect him to have come up with a more credible story, wouldn't you?
Susato:
Yes, I completely agree. I think he genuinely doesn't know what really happened himself. So we must do what we can to fill in the gaps.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, first and foremost, we need more information!
After pressing all statements:
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Surely the court has heard enough!
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
My Lord, the cross-examination has clearly revealed... ...that the accused, Barok van Zieks...is lying on multiple fronts!
Ryunosuke:
Wha... What is THAT supposed to mean?!
Judge:
...Good gracious, Counsel!
The defendant is lying, you say?
Kazuma:
In his testimony just now... ...he claims that he failed to notice the victim's body because the room was dark.
Van Zieks:
That's correct.
Kazuma:
No...that's impossible. As proven by this candelabrum.
Ryunosuke:
How does that prove anything?
Kazuma:
If you examine the tip of the long candle, you can see it has been blown off by a powerful impact.
Judge:
One would assume that the projectile from the firearm passed through the victim and struck the candle.
Kazuma:
The problem comes when you consider the other two candles, which are clearly of a different length.
Judge:
Yes, I can see that only the candle that appears to have been struck by the bullet is long.
Kazuma:
We could reasonably expect someone to have lit all three candles together. Which begs the question of why only one has ended up longer than the others.
Ryunosuke:
That...must be because that particular candle was extinguished when the others were still burning... ...Ah!
Kazuma:
That's right. When the candle was hit by the bullet, it obviously went out. But the other two candles would still have been burning. So the fact is... ...the victim's body would have been illuminated by the light still thrown by the candelabrum! And the accused's claim that he couldn't see the body... clearly contradicts those facts!
Van Zieks:
...!
Kazuma:
And now to the next lie.
Ryunosuke:
There's more?!
Kazuma:
The accused also claims never to have visited the scene of the crime before.
Van Zieks:
That's the truth.
Kazuma:
In that almost empty room, the police discovered something very unusual. A board covered from top to bottom in police documents and newspaper cuttings.
Susato:
Yes, that's right. We saw it, too.
Kazuma:
It goes without saying that the contents of the police documents cannot be divulged. However... ...they included a number of reports from various historical cases. The oldest of which...was from ten years ago.
Ryunosuke:
(Ten years ago? This is starting to sound familiar...)
Kazuma:
And there is a common thread linking all of the documents on that board.
Judge:
Indeed? What is this common thread, Counsel?
Kazuma:
They all relate to cases prosecuted in court by Barok van Zieks.
Ryunosuke:
All of them?
Kazuma:
And furthermore...all those cases are ones in which the defendant was acquitted.
Judge:
Good Lord!
Kazuma:
Interestingly, none of those defendants are alive today. Because all of them have been sent to their graves...by the Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Oh no...
Kazuma:
In short! That dingy little room... ...is the Reaper's secret hideout...and his base of operations!
Ryunosuke:
The, the Reaper's hideout?!
Kazuma:
And yet the Reaper would claim never to have been to his own secret hideout? No one would believe that. No, the truth is...we've been looking at this backwards.
Judge:
Backwards? Explain, Counsel!
Kazuma:
Inspector Gregson was investigating the identity of the Reaper. When he discovered the location of the man's secret hideout...he was killed. As I'm sure everyone can imagine...by the Reaper's hand!
Ryunosuke:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! Very well. I hereby state the current opinion of the court. Barok van Zieks is an outstanding prosecutor who has rendered great service to his country. However, it is with deep regret that I must concur with Prosecutor Asogi's contention... ...that the defendant's testimony exhibits a number of stark inconsistencies with the known facts.
Van Zieks:
All I have done is state the truth as I know it.
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma's done a brilliant job as ever. He's drawing on his experience as a defence attorney to build his prosecution case...and it's formidable.)
Judge:
Counsel... ...you will submit the board that you just showed the court as evidence. I believe it to be fundamental in establishing the facts surrounding the Reaper's existence.
Kazuma:
Thank you, My Lord.
The noticeboard has been entered into the Court Record.
Kazuma:
And now, the prosecution would like to call new witnesses to the stand. Witnesses who saw events unfold on the day in question.
Examine evidence
Noticeboard
Front of board
Susato:
There are details of a whole raft of cases dating back years on here, aren't there?
Ryunosuke:
This paper from ten years ago is browning with age, look.
Susato:
Out of interest, the most recent thing appears to be this newspaper cutting here.
Ryunosuke:
Oh. It's the same Red-Headed League advertisement that Mr Sholmes had picked out.
Susato:
And do you remember? There was a red hairpiece at the scene, too.
Ryunosuke:
(Was Inspector Gregson an exponent of the Red-Headed League, then?)
Bloody handprint on back
Susato:
......... Oh. What's this...? Mr Naruhodo! Look!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. It's a smudge of some kind. In fact... ...it looks just like a handprint.
Susato:
And the colour... That's blood, isn't it? Oh dear... How disturbing...
The details of the noticeboard have been updated in the Court Record.
Bloody handprint on back (subsequent times)
Susato:
......... Oh. What's this...? Mr Naruhodo! Look!
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. It's a smudge of some kind. In fact... ...it looks just like a handprint.
Susato:
And the colour... That's blood, isn't it? Oh dear... How disturbing...
Susato:
They were mentioned in the previous testimony too, if you remember.
Ryunosuke:
Yes. The street sellers who heard the gunshot and went running into the room.
Judge:
Very well, lead the witnesses in! The defendant may step down from the witness stand.
Van Zieks:
Certainly, My Lord.
Kazuma:
So...witnesses. State your names and occupations for the court.
???:
Names?! We don't use names. Far too fancy for the likes of uz.
???:
We're just free an' easy. Sell what we like, live where we wanna live...
???:
I g-give them all a vacant stare as they w-walk down Fresno, and spin a few w-words into a verse for them.
Judge:
Ah... Would I be right in assuming that all three of you make your living by selling wares on the street?
Gossip:
Hehe, everyone calls me Gossip. I sell jaunty little titbits to passers-by, you know.
Ryunosuke:
Jaunty little titbits?
Gossip:
Got an absolute smasher for you, sir. Right up your ginnel, it is! Sixpence is the price, and not a penny less!
Ryunosuke:
......... Wait! You're, you're actually trying to sell it to me now?
Gossip:
Oh, c'mon sir! Don't tell me you're not interested!
Kazuma:
Try the man.
Susato:
Give him the money and see what it is!
Judge:
Pay the man, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, alright, sixpence it is.
Gossip:
You won't regret it, sir! Now, got your listenin' ears on? Just between uz...a young couple on Sleight Street have just had twins!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Gossip:
.........
Ryunosuke:
.........  Um...is that it?
Gossip:
No, that's not it. It's gossip, in't it? It wants to spread. But that bit's up to you and your mouth, of course. I've got more, you know. Want another juicy one? Sixpence a piece, it is. If you're curious...
Ryunosuke:
(I am curious, yes. About what's going on just under that fat bottom lip of yours. Namely that unusual bruise or whatever it is that's poking out from under your collar...)
Kazuma:
What about the next witness, then? What name do you go by and what do you sell?
Venus:
Me? I'm Venus. That's what everyone calls me. Funny, innit? I sell these lovely little fireworks to all the local school kids. Sixpence a pop! What d'you say?
Ryunosuke:
You weren't exaggerating with 'little'. Do they actually sell?
Venus:
Oh yeah. The second years can't get enough of my Venus firecrackers. 'Specially when I tell 'em that if they get a hundred they could blow up the school!
Judge:
Not the most savoury of ideas, young lady.
Venus:
What d'you say then, eh? Wanna part with sixpence for a pop?
Ryunosuke:
Wait, what?! You, you want me to buy one?
Venus:
Tell you what, I'll let you in on a little secret: If you get a hundred of 'em, you could blow up the whole courtroom!
Kazuma:
Try the woman.
Susato:
Give her the money and see if she's right!
Judge:
Pay the woman, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, alright, I'll buy one.
Venus:
Lovely stuff! Right then...this is something a bit extra, just for you: The Venus Special! Only six 'undred pence!
Ryunosuke:
S-Six hundred!
Venus:
It's a hundred of my regular fireworks. Nothing 'little' about that, is there?
Ryunosuke:
(And there'd be nothing little about the punishment if I blew up the Old Bailey, either.)
The Venus firecracker has been entered into the Court Record.
Kazuma:
And the last witness... What name do you go by and what do you sell?
Examine evidence
Venus Firecracker
Fuse
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Have you had an idea, Mr Naruhodo? You're staring at the end of the string of fireworks.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry. It's just that it's the 'Venus Special'. I was wondering what six hundred pence worth of fireworks would sound like.
Susato:
......... Shall we find out?
Ryunosuke:
What? B-But...she said it could blow up the courtroom!
...*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
......... A-Alright, that was a fairly sizeable bang.
Susato:
My ears are still ringing, Mr Naruhodo. It sounded almost exactly like...
The details of the Venus firecracker have been updated in the Court Record.
Fuse (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
Have you had an idea, Mr Naruhodo? You're staring at the end of the string of fireworks.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry. It's just that it's the 'Venus Special'. I was wondering what six hundred pence worth of fireworks would sound like.
Susato:
......... Shall we find out?
Ryunosuke:
What? B-But...she said it could blow up the courtroom!
...*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
......... A-Alright, that was a fairly sizeable bang.
Susato:
My ears are still ringing, Mr Naruhodo. It sounded almost exactly like...
???:
I'm a th-thinker me. Think all sorts of thoughts. I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I think...I think. Because I stand there on the street, w-watchin' the w-world go on about me, they call me 'The Observator'.
Gossip:
Get out if it, old man! Everyone calls you Sandwich and you know it.
Kazuma:
So...you don't actually sell anything?
Sandwich:
A p-p-problem shared is a problem halved, as they say. I give advice, I do. And think w-what it means. I d-don't actually sell anything, no...come to think of it.
Kazuma:
Pity.
Ryunosuke:
(No more purchases today...please.)
Judge:
Well, we have quite a cast here, it seems.
Kazuma:
They conduct their business on Fresno Street from morning until night, My Lord. And always in the same place: directly adjacent to the crime scene.
Judge:
I see. And thus they heard the gunshot, I suppose.
Kazuma:
Not only that, but they very bravely ran inside to see what was going on and witnessed the crime.
Gossip:
Well I'll be beggared, I thought! ...Just between uz.
Venus:
Venus de Milo, what am I to do? What a terrible thing I saw!
Sandwich:
W-What I think is...if all w-what we see is light and shadow, p-playing with our eyes...is any of it real?
Judge:
Very well. The court will hear the formal testimony of these three witnesses now. You will describe in detail what you witnessed and heard at the time of the incident.
Witness Testimony
- The Witnesses' Account -
Gossip:
We saw the whole thing from start to finish, we did. Everything from the moment they went in the building.
Venus:
It was less than a minute after the Reaper had gone inside that we all 'eard a big bang.
Sandwich:
Seems to m-me that quick-to-talk is quick-to-walk. Gossip couldn't wait to go and see what had happened.
Gossip:
I ran into the room and there he woz. The Reaper, gun in hand, standin' over the dead body!
Venus:
I was scared 'alf to death, me. So I ran off to find a copper.
Ryunosuke:
If these witnesses were there the whole day and saw everything... ...who did they see going inside the building?
Kazuma:
Only the victim, Inspector Gregson, and the accused, Barok van Zieks.
Gossip:
I've seen pictures of that Reaper in the paper. I know what he looks like. And just between uz...folk love stories like this. I've made meself a tidy sum already.
Ryunosuke:
But wait! The room was just one of several flats in the building. Someone from another flat could have done it!
Kazuma:
All those flats on Fresno Street are unoccupied.
Gossip:
'Course they are. They're small, damp, dirty and expensive to boot.
Kazuma:
The room in which the inspector was found is the only property in the building that's currently leased.
Susato:
And we know the leaseholder's name, don't we. It's...Hugh Boone.
Judge:
Hmmm... The testimony the court has just heard would appear to leave little room for doubt. It's becoming increasingly difficult to see how anyone other than the defendant could have committed the crime.
Ryunosuke:
No!
Kazuma:
Thank you for your candour, My Lord.
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence, you may proceed to cross-examine the witnesses.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, My Lord! (In a closed court like this without a jury, the judge is the only person whose opinion matters. I have to break down this testimony. Somehow!)
Cross-Examination
- The Witnesses' Account -
Gossip:
We saw the whole thing from start to finish, we did. Everything from the moment they went in the building.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When you say 'they', who do you mean exactly? Inspector Gregson and the defendant, Lord van Zieks?
Gossip:
I suppose so. The likes of uz don't know the names of the high and mighty. But I'll tell you one thing...it was the old Reaper that went in last, that's for sure and certain.
Ryunosuke:
Just behind Inspector Gregson? Did they arrive at the same time as each other?
Gossip:
No no, not at all! The first fella must have gone inside a good fifteen minutes before we heard that gunshot.
Ryunosuke:
The victim arrived fifteen minutes before?! Are you sure about that?
Gossip:
Am I sure? Am I sure?! Doz it seem likely that I'd have forgotten a fella with bright red hair like that, doz it?
Venus:
Yeah, 'is hair really were red, weren't it? Redder than my flamin' fireworks, even.
Sandwich:
That, that fiery red mop's still b-burnt on the inside of my eyelids, it is.
Ryunosuke:
Wait a minute! You're saying the man was a red-head?
Gossip:
Weren't you listenin', chum? Aye, he woz a red-head. And he had a big trunk with him, as well.
Susato:
But Inspector Gregson's hair isn't red. Not by any stretch of the imagination!
Ryunosuke:
It seems likely that the person you saw wasn't in fact Inspector Gregson at all, but some other third party.
Kazuma:
No. I hate to break it to you, but the witnesses are correct.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Kazuma:
Just have a look at this photograph of the victim taken at the scene.
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, that's... (That's Inspector Gregson alright.)
Susato:
And...a red hairpiece.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Of course! We saw one on the floor when we investigated the scene, didn't we?
Ryunosuke:
I still refuse to believe Inspector Gregson wore a hairpiece, though... (So then why on earth would he have been wearing something like that?)
Judge:
Hm...the colour does seem to suit the man, one might say... The photograph will be submitted as evidence, please, Counsel.
The photograph of the victim has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
And what became of the trunk that the red-headed victim was supposedly carrying?
Kazuma:
...I was informed that no trunk was found at the scene.
Ryunosuke:
(So it just disappeared?)
Gossip:
What, do you expect uz to have been watchin' the buildin' every second, do you?
Venus:
We definitely saw 'im in the dock goin' in, though. No question about that!
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When you say 'they', who do you mean exactly? Inspector Gregson and the defendant, Lord van Zieks?
Gossip:
I suppose so. The likes of uz don't know the names of the high and mighty. But I'll tell you one thing...it was the old Reaper that went in last, that's for sure and certain.
Ryunosuke:
Just behind Inspector Gregson? Did they arrive at the same time as each other?
Gossip:
No no, not at all! The first fella must have gone inside a good fifteen minutes before we heard that gunshot.
Ryunosuke:
The victim arrived fifteen minutes before?! Are you sure about that?
Gossip:
Am I sure? Am I sure?! Doz it seem likely that I'd have forgotten a fella with bright red hair like that, doz it?
Venus:
Yeah, 'is hair really were red, weren't it? Redder than my flamin' fireworks, even.
Sandwich:
That, that fiery red mop's still b-burnt on the inside of my eyelids, it is.
Ryunosuke:
Wait a minute! You're saying the man was a red-head?
Gossip:
Weren't you listenin', chum? Aye, he woz a red-head. And he had a big trunk with him, as well.
Susato:
But Inspector Gregson's hair isn't red. Not by any stretch of the imagination!
Ryunosuke:
It seems likely that the person you saw wasn't in fact Inspector Gregson at all, but some other third party.
Kazuma:
No. I hate to break it to you, but the witnesses are correct.
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Kazuma:
Just have a look at this photograph of the victim taken at the scene.
Ryunosuke:
Y-Yes, that's... (That's Inspector Gregson alright.)
Susato:
And...a red hairpiece.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Of course! We saw one on the floor when we investigated the scene, didn't we?
Ryunosuke:
I still refuse to believe Inspector Gregson wore a hairpiece, though... (So then why on earth would he have been wearing something like that?)
Judge:
Hm...the colour does seem to suit the man, one might say... The photograph will be submitted as evidence, please, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
And what became of the trunk that the red-headed victim was supposedly carrying?
Kazuma:
...I was informed that no trunk was found at the scene.
Ryunosuke:
(So it just disappeared?)
Gossip:
What, do you expect uz to have been watchin' the buildin' every second, do you?
Venus:
We definitely saw 'im in the dock goin' in, though. No question about that!
Venus:
It was less than a minute after the Reaper had gone inside that we all 'eard a big bang.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
By which presumably you mean the gunshot?
Venus:
I sell these little things, don't I? How would I know what a gunshot sounds like? But I've always thought it probably sounds a bit like this... doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
And you say that you heard the noise almost as soon as you saw the defendant here enter the building?
Venus:
That's right. It was almost straight away. 'Bang!' it went. Just like that.
Gossip:
Well he's the Reaper, in't he? It's what the French call a fait accompli. When the Reaper's around, people are goin' in the ground! I mean, that's what he doz, in't it?
Ryunosuke:
I think we get the message.
Kazuma:
The Reaper couldn't allow the inspector to live after he'd discovered his secret hideout. There can be no clearer motive for the crime.
Judge:
Hmmm...yes... It's certainly an eminently credible motive.
Ryunosuke:
(Great.)
Kazuma:
And at that point, you ran inside. Is that correct?
Sandwich:
Seems to m-me that quick-to-talk is quick-to-walk. Gossip couldn't wait to go and see what had happened.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So, when Gossip ran to see what had happened, did you go, too?
Sandwich:
W-Well me... I'm a b-bit hampered, see. All the signs are that, that I c-can't move very well.
Kazuma:
You were a way behind, presumably. With that sandwich board around your neck and that big sign in your hand.
Ryunosuke:
...What a great burden you bear. Pardon me for asking, Mr, erm...Sandwich, but... ...is it possible you and I have met before?
Sandwich:
...! I-I'm not anybody, me. The signs are w-what make me who I am right now. I sign, therefore I am.
Ryunosuke:
So...you weren't employed as an omnibus driver just under a year ago then?
Sandwich:
.........
Susato:
I might be mistaken, but I believe his trembling has intensified, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I agree. He's clearly been through a lot.
Sandwich:
'Turn down King Henry Street and the Black Widowers Arms is just there.'
Susato:
Oh dear. You've made him hide behind his sign.
Ryunosuke:
(Life is full of surprises...)
Gossip:
I ran into the room and there he woz. The Reaper, gun in hand, standin' over the dead body!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So then you were the first person to arrive on the scene. Is that right?
Gossip:
That I woz! Kicked the door open like a professional, I did! And yelled out, 'What's goin' off 'ere?!'
Susato:
Lord van Zieks claims all he heard was a man's scream, though.
Ryunosuke:
And was it dark inside the room?
Gossip:
No, not dark at all! There were candles burnin' on the wall.
Ryunosuke:
Really?!
Gossip:
And there was a fella collapsed on the floor. Just between uz...it's the first thing I noticed when I got inside.
Ryunosuke:
Ah. I, I see... (Even though Lord van Zieks claims not to have seen any such lights on the wall...)
Gossip:
The next thing I noticed was someone standin' right beside the body.
Kazuma:
The accused, Barok van Zieks...
Gossip:
That's right! The pale-faced Reaper himself! I woz a little shocked, I won't deny it. But I'm no lily-livered coward. I stood my ground and gave that Reaper a cold, hard stare myself!
Pursue "Sandwich" (after pressing first statement)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Do you have something to add, Mr Sandwich?!
Sandwich:
......... There's, there's really n-n-nothing to me. Empty in the head, I am. Just two slices with no middle. S-So I don't know what you could w-w-want with me.
Ryunosuke:
I think that maybe you just remembered something? Having heard Mr Gossip's last statement, I mean.
Sandwich:
W-What I think is...we're all nothings really. We try to d-dress ourselves up as something else, but at the end of the day, w-we're all just street sellers.
Gossip:
That's enough out of you, Sandwich. Keep your trap shut now. Unless you want uz to make you into a real sandwich!
Sandwich:
W-When he saw the Reaper, he f-f-fell clean over on his backside!
Ryunosuke:
...That's it?
Gossip:
Oh, you rotten beggar! I told you to keep that a secret!
Sandwich:
He screamed, he did. Screamed and s-scrambled off on all fours. ...That's all I w-w-wanted to say.
Ryunosuke:
Mr Gossip! Is this true?
Gossip:
The floor was dead slippery, that's why. Planted my hand in a filthy pool of blood, didn't I? Yuck!
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?! (A pool of blood?)
Gossip:
But listen here! Even when I woz sprawled on the floor... ...I still kept giving that Reaper a cold, hard stare! And don't you forget it!
Ryunosuke:
Let's just go back a little. Did you say you got blood on your hand?
Gossip:
I, I did, aye. Happens to the best of uz at times, dozn't it? So I was scared! So I slipped over! ...We can keep it just between uz, can't we?
Ryunosuke:
No, Mr Gossip! I'm going to have to ask you to add that information to your formal testimony.
Gossip:
Oh... If I must.
Judge:
The witness will amend his testimony to include the aforementioned details at once.
Kazuma:
.........
Changes statement from "I ran into the room and there he woz. The Reaper, gun in hand, standin' over the dead body!" to "I slipped over and got blood on my hand, so I quickly wiped it off on the floor."
Ryunosuke:
And was there anyone else in the room at the time?
Gossip:
No, of course not. Not at first. But then this old stiff came waddlin' along behind me, of course. Only him, mind.
Sandwich:
I, I can't handle stairs so well, as you can imagine. Especially on the w-w-way up.
Ryunosuke:
And you couldn't have just failed to see someone?
Gossip:
It was a bit dingy in there, I grant you. But there were the candles on the wall. And the lamp on the table.
Sandwich:
There was n-nowhere anyone c-could have been hiding. You m-mark my eyes!
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...)
Gossip:
I slipped over and got blood on my hand, so I quickly wiped it off on the floor.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You wiped your hand on the floor?
Gossip:
Well...who wants blood on his hand, eh? Horrible stuff. And they might have thought I'd done it. Hmph! No ta!
Ryunosuke:
And you didn't think that might be a problem?
Gossip:
Doz it really matter if I left a few grubby handprints on the floor? They'll get cleaned up in the end, won't they? Don't make such a fuss, that's the message from all of uz!
Kazuma:
.........
Judge:
Is something wrong, Counsel?
Kazuma:
No, My Lord. I didn't remember anything in the report about a bloody handprint on the floor, that's all.
Gossip:
D-Don't come at me with all that! You can't intimidate me! I know what I did! I wiped it off! On the floor! The blood!
Ryunosuke:
......... (I wonder... Could that be what happened...?)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
I don't have all the answers yet... ...but I think we may have just uncovered a vital clue!
Present Noticeboard (after examining bloody handprint on back)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So you wiped off the blood from your hand on the floor of the room..."
Venus:
I was scared 'alf to death, me. So I ran off to find a copper.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you didn't run into the room with your friends?
Venus:
......... I'm not that sort of girl.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Venus:
I'm a timid little thing, me. I was too scared to go in there.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, right... I see.
Venus:
Old Lippy and the 'Wich ran in there, an' then I 'eard a sort of old lady scream.
Gossip:
Well that wozn't me, I swear. If I were a gentleman, I'd stake my honour on it.
Venus:
I wondered what on earth was goin' on.
Ryunosuke:
Which is when you went to find a policeman?
Venus:
And I ran into a copper as soon as I turned the corner. So I brought him straight back to the place. ...Didn't I do well, eh?
Gossip:
Just between uz...that copper's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the Reaper.
Sandwich:
I've n-n-never felt more uncomfortable in, in all my life.
Judge:
And the defendant was arrested on the spot, I believe.
Kazuma:
Considering the catalogue of killings the Reaper had carried out... ...it was a particularly inauspicious end.
Ryunosuke:
(...If I can't find any holes in this testimony...)
Susato:
I'm afraid the judge will give a ruling of guilty, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(The truth is, though, their combined testimony is fairly damning.)
Susato:
Unfortunately, there don't seem to be any obvious problems with their statements, do there?
Ryunosuke:
Still...if Lord van Zieks really is innocent, then I'm almost certain... ...that we'll find something in there that doesn't quite add up.
Susato:
You don't think... ...that one of these three could be the true culprit, do you?
Ryunosuke:
I don't know. But what I do know... ...is that there's more to this case that has yet to be brought to light!
Ryunosuke:
So you wiped off the blood from your hand on the floor of the room... Are you quite sure about that?
Gossip:
Well, well what else d'you expect me to have done, eh? Doz it really matter?
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
The police found no such handprint on the floor during their investigations. What exactly is the defence asserting?!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
If you listen, you'll find out...Prosecutor Asogi.
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Certainly, there was no bloody handprint found...on the floor.
Kazuma:
What are you trying to say?
Ryunosuke:
There was a handprint in blood left very clearly at the scene... ...on the back of this noticeboard.
Gossip:
Ah...ah...AAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Ah yes, indeed. Indisputably a handprint in the distinctive colour of blood.
Gossip:
Aye, you're dead right! That's my right hand! I'd know it anywhere!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
The witness very definitely testified that he wiped his hand on the floor. Any handprints on the back of the board are irrelevant!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Not if the board itself had fallen over onto the floor. In that case, it's quite possible for the witness's handprint to have ended up there.
Kazuma:
...Just look at the floor plan of the room. The noticeboard was in the opposite corner of the room to the victim, and in an upright position. Even if it had somehow been toppled and was lying on the floor at the time... ...it would have been a considerable distance from the body.
Gossip:
I fell over when I came across the body. So I woz basically right next to the corpse. Not on the other side of the room!
Kazuma:
In other words, the defence's assertion is contradictory!
Ryunosuke:
Yes...it is.
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
There's a very definite contradiction here...for which there must be a reason.
Judge:
I take it that you've formulated a proper hypothesis, Counsel? Regarding this apparent discrepancy between the witness's account and the handprint found at the scene.
Ryunosuke:
I have, My Lord. This discrepancy between the witness's account and the location of the handprint is explained by...
Another handprint
Ryunosuke:
If Mr Gossip ended up with blood on his hand and wiped it off on the floor as he says... ...it must have left behind a mark somewhere. Just as a mark has been left behind on the back of the noticeboard.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
The prosecution has already established that the handprint on the board is irrelevant.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly! Which means there must be another handprint somewhere!
Kazuma:
No! The police report made no mention of a handprint anywhere on the floor! And I understand that you've examined the scene in person, too. If you'd come across something the police had missed... how do you explain the cold sweat?
Judge:
Quite. The defence counsel's cold sweat is a sure indication that a penalty is due.
Ryunosuke:
That sweat was just from the warm-up.
Kazuma:
What?
Ryunosuke:
There should be a bloody handprint on the floor. So where did it go...? I'm ready to give the proper explanation to the court now, My Lord!
Leads back to:
"I take it that you've formulated a proper hypothesis, Counsel?"
The board moving
Leads to:
"The real contradiction here is the handprint itself, not where it was found."
False testimony
Ryunosuke:
The witness claims to have wiped his bloody hand on the floor, yet no sign of that remains at the scene. The simplest explanation is that the witness is lying.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Just because it's the simplest explanation doesn't make it the correct one...Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Ah.
Kazuma:
Positing perjury simply because it suits you... You bring shame on your Japanese heritage!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
I would ask you not to oversimplify matters again, Counsel.
Kazuma:
I don't remember fostering that kind of simplistic thinking in you.
Ryunosuke:
...Since when were you my father? Anyway, I was always taught to consider all possibilities.
Kazuma:
Then show me.
Ryunosuke:
There should be a bloody handprint on the floor. So where did it go...? I'm ready to give the proper explanation to the court now, My Lord!
Leads back to:
"I take it that you've formulated a proper hypothesis, Counsel?"
Ryunosuke:
The real contradiction here is the handprint itself, not where it was found. As the court can see...it's upside down.
Judge:
Good gracious! So it is! If the witness had put his hand against the board, the fingers should be pointing upwards.
Kazuma:
What, what does that tell us?
Ryunosuke:
It tells one simple fact! When this handprint was made... ...the board must have been lying on the floor as I previously suggested. Which means that after the incident...it must have been moved!
Kazuma:
What?!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
You're claiming that somebody moved the noticeboard after the shooting? Then tell the court who!
Ryunosuke:
I, I don't know that yet! But the point is... ...when you consider all the testimony we've heard so far, we can now be very clear on one point!
Judge:
And that would be...?
Ryunosuke:
The position of the noticeboard at the time of the incident, My Lord.
Judge:
So, Counsel, I must ask you to clarify your assertion for the court. At the time of the incident, where do you maintain the noticeboard was situated?
Present area between doorway and victim
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"This is the only possible location!"
Present anywhere else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It was right here, My Lord!
Judge:
Goodness! Hm, no...I'm afraid I don't quite see your logic.
Kazuma:
I'm disappointed, Ryunosuke. In Japan, we're taught to have patience and respect for our elders. So until His Lordship sees your logic, you will know your place and not move from that spot!
Ryunosuke:
UAAAAAAGH!
Susato:
How brilliant of Kazuma-sama! That almost sounded unreasonable at first, but he was just thinking of you.
Ryunosuke:
Unreasonable? Try unfathomable. Anyway, I think I have the answer now. I know my place! ...Or rather, I know the board's place!
Leads back to:
"So, Counsel, I must ask you to clarify your assertion for the court."
Ryunosuke:
This is the only possible location!
Judge:
Immediately adjacent to the doorway...?
Ryunosuke:
If the court would think back to the testimony given by the defendant earlier... ...he said that when he entered the room it was dark, and he couldn't see the body.
Gossip:
By 'eck!
Ryunosuke:
If the noticeboard had been here, the body would have been completely hidden from view. And the light from the candles would have been blocked, making the room appear darker.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
But the accused also claims that the victim's body simply 'appeared' before him.
Susato:
That's true. Or, in his precise words...
Van Zieks:
Just as I picked the firearm up to examine it, the door flew open and I heard a man scream. It was only then that the body of Inspector Gregson appeared before me.
Gossip:
I don't know about callin' it a 'scream', but he woz talkin' about me and no mistake. Cos it woz me that kicked the door open.
Ryunosuke:
If you look again at the floor plan... ...consider what would happen if the door to the room was thrown open with force.
Kazuma:
That, that can't...
Ryunosuke:
The door struck the noticeboard, knocking it over, and making the victim's body visible.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Ryunosuke:
My client has told nothing but the truth! He has simply described what he saw.
Kazuma:
Argh!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Counsel, how has this not come to light before now?
Ryunosuke:
After the incident, somebody must have righted the board and moved it... ...into the position where the police, myself and my colleague saw it when investigating the room.
Judge:
Witness! What have you to say for yourself?
Gossip:
Whaaaaaat? Me, My Lord?
Ryunosuke:
You and your fellows were there at the scene before anybody else. It goes without saying that you must know something about the position of the noticeboard!
Judge:
The witnesses in the stand will testify again. You will each explain exactly what you did upon arriving at the scene of the crime!
Gossip:
Eh, stop lookin' over your glasses at me! I get the message.
Witness Testimony
- The Mystery of the Moving Board -
Gossip:
I don't know anythin' about that there noticeboard! I just wiped my hand on it, that's all.
Venus:
Well don't look at me. I 'aven't got a clue about it. I was doin' business with some second years at the time.
Sandwich:
I, I don't know anything about anything. I'm j-just a bystander, me. J-Just a sign at the crossroads of life.
Gossip:
It woz that Reaper, I bet. He's got a face that screams 'board'.
Sandwich:
I c-can't see how this changes anything anyway. The detective still died w-when we heard the gunshot.
Judge:
Hmmm... So none of you can elaborate further...
Kazuma:
Shaken by the crime they witnessed, and with only the light of a few candles and an oil lamp by which to see... ...we can't expect these witnesses to be able to give a more precise account of what happened.
Venus:
That's right, yeah. It don't pay to expect too much.
Sandwich:
It's m-man's endless quest for knowledge that's d-d-destroying the world. That's w-what I think.
Ryunosuke:
...Do you? Really.
Kazuma:
In any case, as the testimony shows... ...even if the noticeboard was moved by somebody following the incident, it makes no difference. When the gunshot rang out, the accused was the only person at the scene.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
In short, the only person who could possibly have committed this crime...is Barok van Zieks! None of this wrangling over the board changes that simple fact.
Judge:
Quite so, quite so. Does the defence still wish to cross-examine the witnesses despite the circumstances?
Ryunosuke:
Most certainly, My Lord.
Judge:
Very well. Then you may proceed, Counsel.
Cross-Examination
- The Mystery of the Moving Board -
Gossip:
I don't know anythin' about that there noticeboard! I just wiped my hand on it, that's all.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you admit that it was the board you wiped your bloody hand on?
Gossip:
Admit it? What's to admit? It's there plain as day for all to see: a smashing print of my right hand!
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps you wanted to hide that handprint... ...so you righted the noticeboard and pushed it into the corner, did you?
Gossip:
No no! Imagine the weight of that great lump! Do I look like a powerful and well-nurtured man?
Ryunosuke:
Well did you see anybody else moving the board?
Gossip:
I've got nerves of steel, I can tell you, but even I have my limits. There woz a body on the floor in front of me, and the grim Reaper himself standin' over it. And there woz precious little light inside, either. My bottom lip was all aquiver.
Kazuma:
In other words...this witness is unable to give definite testimony on that point.
Judge:
Hm, yes...so it would seem.
Venus:
Well don't look at me. I 'aven't got a clue about it. I was doin' business with some second years at the time.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
When you say you were doing business with them, you mean you were selling them fireworks?
Venus:
Yeah, what else? There's the Priory School just round the corner, see. Those cheeky little so-and-sos 'ave got a plan to blow their school to kingdom come.
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Venus:
So I've been tellin' on them. Lettin' their teachers know what they're up to.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...you have?
Venus:
Yeah, wouldn't want anyone to get 'urt. So I let the school know the kids are playin' with dodgy toys. Then - praise the Lord - the teachers take all the fireworks off 'em. And then - praise the Lord again - the kids all come back to me to buy more. Everyone's 'appy, see?
Ryunosuke:
...What a racket.
Venus:
'Course. And sometimes the teachers give me a little bonus to thank me for lettin' 'em know. It's a busy old life, sellin' explosives.
Judge:
Venus is a guileful goddess indeed...
Venus:
Well, tellin' bare-faced lies is kind of my thing, really. I'm ever so good at it.
Pursue "Sandwich"
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Something wrong, Mr Sandwich?
Sandwich:
If, if I said it was, could we just l-leave it at that? Would that be the end of it?
Ryunosuke:
Um...no. Did Miss Venus's statement just now bring something to mind, perhaps?
Sandwich:
......... Philosophical thoughts. Deep, philosophical thoughts.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Sandwich:
L-Let's say there was a great liar. And that g-great liar said, without batting an eye... 'Tellin' bare-faced lies is kind of my thing. I'm ever so good at it.' W-Would those words of hers be a lie, too? Or the truth? In which case...she's n-not a liar. Ooh, it's a h-hellish paradox, that one. Don't you think?
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. But...it seems to me you're suggesting Miss Venus has been lying...are you?
Sandwich:
..................
Venus:
What are you on about, old man? Tryin' to cause trouble, are you? Keep on like that... ...and I'll wrap your whole body in firecrackers and set 'em off. That'll give you somethin' to tremble about!
Judge:
You have a startlingly disturbing mind behind that sweet and innocent face, young lady.
Ryunosuke:
So Miss Venus HAS lied in her testimony! Is that what you're saying, Mr Sandwich?
Sandwich:
......... Well...if it m-means I'll be burnin' in hellfire for the r-rest of my days...so be it. Yes, that's what I'm saying.
Kazuma:
Can you elaborate, please, sir?
Sandwich:
......... Old b-blabbermouth here headed for the r-room where the g-gunshot seemed to come from... ...but there w-w-was someone else who crept up the stairs b-behind him, too. That's right! That rotten liar over there!
Venus:
Heh heh...
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
.........
Judge:
Do you mean to say... ...that you did in fact betake yourself to the scene of the crime after all?
Venus:
......... What did I tell you, eh? I said I was good at tellin' bare-faced lies, didn't I?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, you mentioned it...)
Susato:
Well... ...that revelation rocked the whole courtroom, didn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Who knew firecrackers packed such a punch?
Judge:
So you did indeed visit the scene of the crime, did you, young lady? Good grief!
Venus:
Well, now you come to mention it... ...I suppose perhaps I do clearly remember climbin' the stairs to the room, yeah.
Ryunosuke:
Either you clearly remember it or you don't.
Judge:
Well...I shall consider a fitting punishment for this perjurious act later. For the time being, you will immediately amend your testimony to reflect the truth!
Venus:
Oh yes, My Lord. Of course!
Changes statement from "Well don't look at me. I 'aven't got a clue about it. I was doin' business with some second years at the time." to "Maybe I did sneak along behind Gossip and 'ave a little peek into the room where it all 'appened."
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...scary.)
Kazuma:
...The important point is, you didn't go inside the room where the inspector was killed, isn't that right?
Venus:
Definitely not. Wouldn't 'ave dreamed of it, would I?
Venus:
Maybe I did sneak along behind Gossip and 'ave a little peek into the room where it all 'appened.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You make a habit of lying, do you, Miss Venus?
Venus:
Well...I s'pose so. ...I don't really know, to be fair. If you want my advice, though, I'd take everythin' I say with a big pinch of salt.
Ryunosuke:
Alright, but you did in fact go to the room where the victim was killed on the day in question, didn't you?
Venus:
Oh, please! As if I would! I can't think of anythin' more terrifyin'!
Kazuma:
The truth, please.
Venus:
Well alright, just a bit then. I mean, a girl my age is curious about stuff, ya know!
Ryunosuke:
Did you touch anything at the scene?
Venus:
Oh, please! As if I would! I mean, there was a dead body on the floor!
Kazuma:
The truth, please.
Venus:
Well alright, just a bit then. I 'ad a look to see if there was anythin' I could sell. So I did give the place a once-over. But it was nothin' to write 'ome about.
Ryunosuke:
Right. Now, I hesitate to ask, but... ...you didn't move the noticeboard by any chance, did you?
Venus:
Oh, please! As if I would touch anythin' like that! Just a few bits of loose change is all I 'ad!
Kazuma:
The truth, please.
Venus:
Well alright then. I thought there might be somethin' worth 'avin' underneath it. So I blasted the flippin' thing- Sorry, flipped the blasted thing.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
...!
Judge:
...!
Kazuma:
You're, you're telling us... ...that you DID move that board?!
Venus:
I think that did slip out, didn't it?
Gossip:
Wha...? You daft barmpot!
Sandwich:
I, I don't believe it... The girl doesn't think.
Ryunosuke:
So! Did you find anything then? Something that you might have taken, perhaps? To sell?
Venus:
Oh, please! I should be so lucky! In my imagination-
Kazuma:
The TRUTH now!
Venus:
...I might 'ave found this old pocket watch under the noticeboard, I s'pose. But a bit o' junk like this can't be worth much, if you ask-
???:
AAAAAAAAAH!
Gina:
So it was you, was it? You're the one wot took it!
Ryunosuke:
G-Gina?!
Judge:
Young lady! May I remind you where you are?!
Gina:
That watch... That watch there... That was a present to Inspector Gregson from the Yard for a big case 'e solved ten years ago!
Susato:
The Professor case, no doubt.
Gina:
The boss used to wind it up every evenin' wivout fail when 'e was waitin' for 'is grub to come at the pub.
Ryunosuke:
...I see.
Gina:
I swiped it off 'im once an' blimey was 'e upset! 'E gave me a right earful. Said 'e 'adn't missed a day in the last ten years, polishin' it an' windin' it. It meant the world to 'im, that watch did.
Ryunosuke:
(Possibly not the best thing to go diving for, then...)
Venus:
It's not all that, though. I took it to Jabez's that night to ask 'ow much it was worth. But the old dealer wouldn't touch it. Wouldn't give me a penny for it. Said it wasn't workin'. Knocked about and worthless he called it.
Gina:
Agh! I knew I should've lifted it!
Kazuma:
That watch must be submitted as evidence at once!
Venus:
Oh, please! Just, just so long as you promise to give it back when we're done!
Gina:
Not a chance! I'll swipe it from ya if you try to get your grubby mitts on it again!
Judge:
That's enough. Hand the watch to the bailiff forthwith!
Ryunosuke:
(Now now, children, watch your manners...)
Judge:
......... Good Lord! The glass appears to be broken.
Kazuma:
More than likely, it shattered when the inspector was shot.
Venus:
It doesn't tick any more, either. Which is why Jabez didn't want it. What a waste, eh?
Judge:
Yes, indeed. It appears to have stopped at the hour of five.
Ryunosuke:
(Exactly when the gunshot was heard, then...)
Susato:
Which supports the prosecution's claim, of course...
Gregson's pocket watch has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Well, it would appear that the mystery of the moving noticeboard has been solved at least.
Kazuma:
And as predicted, it had very little bearing on the case.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Judge:
Now then, continue with your cross-examination, please, Counsel.
Press (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You...certainly know how to lie...
Venus:
Oh, it was nothin' really. Just a little porky.
Ryunosuke:
With not-so-little implications...
Venus:
Did you know? Everythin' in the world apart from the truth is a big fat lie! ...If you believe that, of course.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm lost.
Judge:
As am I. This desecration of the truth is really rather disturbing. I think perhaps we should move on to the next witness, hm?
Examine evidence
Gregson's Pocket Watch
Cracked glass
Ryunosuke:
The glass over the face really is badly cracked, look.
Susato:
What a shame when the inspector clearly looked after it so carefully.
Ryunosuke:
I imagine Mr Sholmes could repair it, don't you?
Susato:
Yes, I should think so.
Ryunosuke:
(He's very adept at things like this. A useful man to have around, in fact.)
Susato:
But kindly remember that he's a great detective, Mr Naruhodo! Not an odd-job man.
Stub on top
Ryunosuke:
There's a tiny little stub sticking out from this small hole here, look.
Susato:
I suppose there must have been a little knob or something on that for setting the time.
Ryunosuke:
In that case, seeing as we know the inspector took such good care of this watch... ...it probably broke when the incident occurred, didn't it?
Susato:
Yes! Of course!
Ryunosuke:
Which could mean that there's a small part of the watch still at the scene, maybe...
Keyhole at bottom
Ryunosuke:
Ah... There's a tiny little keyhole here. Can you see?
Susato:
Oh yes. That's probably for the winder used to wind up the mechanism.
Ryunosuke:
It looks a little unusual, don't you think?
Susato:
Yes, you'd need just the right key to wind it, I imagine.
Ryunosuke:
......... (Why do I feel as though I've seen something...? Something a bit like a key that's about the right size to fit in this hole...)
Susato:
It would be wonderful if we had the key... Let's check carefully over what we've already found.
Keyhole at bottom (after examining key on Policeman Figurine)
Ryunosuke:
So this is where the little policeman figurine's key goes in to wind the watch. Winding it up every single day for ten years without fail...
Susato:
Yes, it was obviously a thing of great importance to the inspector.
Ryunosuke:
(Or a reminder of the past, lest he forget...)
Policeman Figurine
Head of figurine, then key (after examining keyhole on Gregson's Pocket Watch)
Ryunosuke:
Miss Susato! Do you think perhaps this key... ...could be the key for Inspector Gregson's watch?
Susato:
Oh! Yes, it could be! Let's try it at once! There's not a moment to lose!
Ryunosuke:
(I knew it! A perfect fit!)
Susato:
And look! The inspector's watch has started going again!
Ryunosuke:
Ah, so it has obviously just not been wound up, that's all.
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Well...if the watch isn't actually broken after all... ...I have a feeling it could have profound implications! .........
Ryunosuke:
(She's deep in thought now. Perhaps I'd better start thinking deeply, too...)
The details of Gregson's pocket watch have been updated in the Court Record.
Key (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
So this is the little key used to wind the inspector's pocket watch.
Susato:
It was a mystery at first. Why it should be a policeman, I mean. But it's because it was a gift from Scotland Yard, in recognition of Inspector Gregson's hard work.
Ryunosuke:
...If its head did fall off from overuse, it might seem a little inappropriate, don't you think?
Susato:
That's...the British sense of humour for you, I think.
Head of figurine (after examining key)
Susato:
The helmet of this charming policeman appears to be a little worse for wear.
Ryunosuke:
I'm not convinced about the 'charming' part, but yes, you're right... ...the head part looks like it's been fairly heavily manhandled. Which stands to reason, really, doesn't it? I mean, it gets turned around and around every day.
Susato:
...I hope it doesn't fall off in the end.
Sandwich:
I, I don't know anything about anything. I'm j-just a bystander, me. J-Just a sign at the crossroads of life.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But...you did go to see what had happened in the room, didn't you?
Sandwich:
Fresno Street is my whole w-w-world. It's all I know. And I know all of it. I have to make it my b-business to know, if I want to h-hold my sign up high.
Kazuma:
So you did go to see what had happened.
Sandwich:
It's not the d-destination that's important...it's h-how you get there, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Did you notice the noticeboard in the room?
Sandwich:
...If you think about it, we're b-both the same species, aren't we? Both different members of the sign family. So if I'd spotted it, I m-might have tried to t-trip it up out of a sense of rivalry, I admit.
Ryunosuke:
(Someone really needs to tell you that you're Homo sapiens not Homo signiens...)
Kazuma:
Does that mean that you didn't notice the board?
Sandwich:
I, I can only r-r-repeat what I said before: I, I don't know anything about anything. I'm j-just a bystander, me. J-Just a sign at the crossroads of life.
Judge:
...In which case, just who was responsible for moving the noticeboard?
Gossip:
It woz that Reaper, I bet. He's got a face that screams 'board'.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What exactly do you mean by that?
Gossip:
Oh, come on now, don't tell uz you've not noticed. He looks like he hates everythin' in the world, that fella. But not noticeboards. They're the one thing he likes. You can see it in his eyes.
Ryunosuke:
...I can't say I'd ever noticed.
Gossip:
I'll tell you one thing for free, though: I never took my eyes off that man on the floor. Or off the Reaper. Not for a second.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gossip:
Well, I was that scared, I couldn't. You never know what a fiend like that might do if you look away, do you?
Ryunosuke:
......... If you didn't take your eyes off the defendant... ...you should be able to confirm categorically whether or not he was the one who moved the noticeboard.
Gossip:
......... Aye, that I can. The Reaper did nothin' of the sort. I can swear to that! I couldn't have missed it if he'd heaved the thing upright again and dragged it into the corner!
Ryunosuke:
Right...glad we've cleared that up.
Kazuma:
What happened to the face that screams 'board'?
Ryunosuke:
(I feel your pain, Kazuma.)
Sandwich:
I c-can't see how this changes anything anyway. The detective still died w-when we heard the gunshot.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
...It was five o'clock in the afternoon that you all heard the loud bang, wasn't it?
Sandwich:
Maybe the n-noticeboard fell over, or maybe it d-didn't. Maybe I fell over, or m-m-maybe I didn't... But the Reaper's f-fate is sealed either way, because of that gunshot w-we all heard. So your fate's sealed, too.
Ryunosuke:
My fate?!
Kazuma:
That's right. The defence is fated to lose. And the prosecution to win.
Ryunosuke:
(In other words, it all hinges on that single gunshot. So if I could just find some problem with that part of their story...)
Susato:
It may be possible to change all our fates!
Sandwich:
Of course...n-none of that changes the fact that I heard what I heard...does it?
Present Gregson's Pocket Watch (after examining keyhole on Gregson's Pocket Watch, then examining key on Policeman Figurine)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I'm afraid that's not necessarily the case."
Ryunosuke:
(Not much to go on...)
Susato:
As you've pointed out, Mr Naruhodo... ...there's no question that the noticeboard was moved. So somebody must have done it.
Ryunosuke:
But it did happen after the event, so... ...maybe Kazuma is right and it's not relevant to the case.
Susato:
But it seems to have been deliberately positioned so as to hide the body from view. So I feel sure that there's some deeper significance to all of this.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know what you mean.
Susato:
I've no doubt there are more clues to be uncovered. You're on the right track, I can feel it. So follow your instincts!
Ryunosuke:
...Alright, then.
Ryunosuke:
I'm afraid that's not necessarily the case.
Sandwich:
Oh...
Ryunosuke:
At the scene, we found this key to the winder of the inspector's pocket watch.
Kazuma:
A key...?
Ryunosuke:
And having wound the pocket watch, we discovered that it in fact still works. You see, the watch didn't stop because it was broken at all. And that fact... ...completely undermines one of the most fundamental premises on which this entire case has been built!
Kazuma:
What?!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! B-But Counsel... ...the watch was stopped at almost exactly five o'clock.
Venus:
Yeah, which is just when we 'eard that gunshot.
Gossip:
It is. Exactly the hour.
Ryunosuke:
The time that was showing on the watch tells us nothing other than when it wound down. It's merely a coincidence that it happened to be at five o'clock.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Even if that's true... ...the three witnesses here all heard the gunshot at five o'clock. So that's obviously when this crime was committed!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
No, that doesn't hold!
Kazuma:
Why not?
Ryunosuke:
Recall what Inspector Lestrade said only moments ago:
Gina:
The boss used to wind it up every evenin' wivout fail when 'e was waitin' for 'is grub to come at the pub. Said 'e 'adn't missed a day in the last ten years, polishin' it an' windin' it. It meant the world to 'im, that watch did.
Ryunosuke:
The victim was in the habit of winding his watch once a day...in the evening. We can reasonably assume, therefore, that he wound the timepiece on the evening before he died as well.
Judge:
Yes, that would be entirely reasonable.
Ryunosuke:
But if that's the case... ...you wouldn't expect the watch to have completely wound down by five o'clock the following day.
Gossip:
Oh! Aye...
Venus:
Well 'ow do you explain it then?!
Ryunosuke:
In summary, the evening before the day of the incident, when the gunshot rang out in that room... ...the inspector was already unable to wind his watch.
Kazuma:
You, you can't mean...
Ryunosuke:
What would stop a man winding his watch if he's been in the habit of winding it every single evening for ten years? The obvious answer...is that he was already dead!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! Counsel, that is a most extraordinary claim!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Extraordinary isn't the word! It's absurd! You claim he was already dead the night before? Do you really think that Scotland Yard's coroner would have overlooked something like that?!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! W-Well, um...
Susato:
On that subject, there is something rather surprising... There's actually an omission in the coroner's report. The time of death is not noted.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! That's, that's right!
Gossip:
Wait a minute! You're forgetting that my legs went from under me when I kicked the door in.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Gossip:
Like I said, I planted my hand in a dirty great puddle of blood.
Kazuma:
Yes. So the victim's blood hadn't dried. It was fresh.
Gossip:
He catches on fast, dozn't he?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But that blood could be explained in any number of ways! It could have been put there afterwards. Some fresh blood could have been poured over the victim's body after he-
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Does my learned friend think that fresh blood is available on every street corner?
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
Well, it needn't necessarily have been human blood, of course.
Kazuma:
...!
Susato:
We've been told previously that Scotland Yard has no way to identify blood as human.
Judge:
The problem is currently being researched. At present, you are correct. It is beyond our abilities.
Ryunosuke:
So then...a chicken's blood could have been used, for example.
Susato:
It's certainly a possibility that it wasn't the inspector's blood at all.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
But the gunshot was heard at five o'clock that afternoon. That's beyond question!
Ryunosuke:
Is it, though?
Kazuma:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
Given that the time of death of the victim has already been called into question... ...it isn't beyond the realms of possibility that what these witnesses heard wasn't a gunshot at all.
Venus:
Oh, please! What are you tryin' to say?
Gossip:
Uz lot know what we heard! And it woz a loud bang that came from that there room!
Sandwich:
Now y-you listen to me! A street seller's ears are his l-l-livelihood.
Ryunosuke:
I don't doubt your ears, sir. But all you can state with certainty is that you heard a noise.
Gossip:
Eh?
Judge:
Explain yourself then, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
A noise that sounds like a gunshot could have been made with...
Present Venus Firecracker (after examining fuse)
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Something like this. The culprit could have set off one of these to fake a gunshot."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well, the culprit could have used something like this, for example.
Judge:
Oh really? A demonstration is in order then, I feel.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Kazuma:
Yes, please, show the court how you could use that to create a noise like a gunshot.
Judge:
...We're waiting, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
......... I may have been mistaken.
Kazuma:
It looks like you've been making a lot of noise yourself... Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Ugh...Kazuma's got a devastating way with words in English, too.)
Susato:
I realise it may be difficult to retract what you said and present some different evidence, but perhaps...
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, I was thinking the same thing myself.) That's because I'm convinced there is some evidence that could produce a similar noise!
Leads back to:
"Explain yourself then, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
Something like this. The culprit could have set off one of these to fake a gunshot.
Judge:
Good gracious! The very fireworks that are sold by the witness?
Venus:
...Now 'old on a minute! Are you sayin' I did it?! My pretty little firecrackers only make a little pop anyway. See?
Ryunosuke:
Not a hundred of them together. The Venus Special that you sell for six hundred pennies sounds like this:
...*BANG!*
Ryunosuke:
As the court can now attest...it sounds very much like a gunshot in fact.
Venus:
Agh agh agh agh agh!
Kazuma:
You're trying to suggest that somebody set one of those fireworks off at the scene?
Ryunosuke:
I'm suggesting that somebody knew the defendant was in the room at five that day... ...and sought to implicate him by creating a sound like a gunshot for these pedlars on Fresno Street to hear!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
But even the accused himself has testified that he saw no one else in the room at the time. Whether it was a gun or a firecracker, the only person present to cause that bang was Barok van Zieks!
Venus:
One whiff of a match and my firecrackers go pop. See? It's why people like 'em.
Judge:
I fear for your fingers, young lady.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
Recently during my time here in Britain, I've learnt of a very useful invention indeed. Something called a, um...a time bomb.
Judge:
Good heavens! A bomb?!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, a device that allows you to blow up whatever you like, whenever you like.
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo. I worry that your unfortunate phrasing there...may lead to yet another international incident.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! No no no! Wait! ...It's, it's the 'whenever you like' part that's important.
Kazuma:
A timed device?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! Exactly! A timed device! Something of that nature could have been planted at the scene. A device that was able to produce the sound of a gunshot long after the culprit had left.
Judge:
Your extravagant claim will have to be substantiated with evidence, Counsel. What proof do you have to suggest in any way that a timed device was employed to create the gunshot sound?
Present Candelabrum
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"As the court has already discussed, the tip of one of the candles in this candelabrum has been blown off."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
You're suggesting this could have been used as some sort of 'time delay' device?
Ryunosuke:
I...did think so, My Lord. But it's becoming increasingly clear... ...that we've all been very misguided here.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Yes, by you.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Judge:
No, Counsel, the time has come for a penalty. Without delay.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh...no time to clear the area before the blast...)
Leads back to:
"Your extravagant claim will have to be substantiated with evidence, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
As the court has already discussed, the tip of one of the candles in this candelabrum has been blown off.
Judge:
Indeed. Because it was struck by the bullet, which presumably passed through the victim.
Ryunosuke:
I don't think that's possible, My Lord.
Kazuma:
Not possible? Why?
Ryunosuke:
Because of the scorching. There are gunpowder scorch marks clearly visible on the broken candle.
Judge:
There are? ...Goodness, yes! But is it not the case... ...that there was also scorching on the victim around the bullet entry wound?
Ryunosuke:
That's right, there was. But as we heard earlier... ...scorching like that only occurs when the target is at very close range - a matter of centimetres from the gun.
Judge:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Which means that the scorching on the candle can't possibly be the result of a gunshot.
Kazuma:
You're suggesting it came from the fireworks?
Gossip:
How can that be, eh?
Ryunosuke:
The fact that there's such visible scorching on the candle... ...suggests that the fireworks must have been right next to it when they exploded. Or to put it another way...the candle and firecrackers were joined together.
The culprit somehow attached the firecrackers at a point partway down the candle. After the killer had left the scene... ...the candle slowly burnt down along with the other two... ...until eventually it ignited the fuse of the firecrackers generating a loud...
...*BANG!*
.........
Ryunosuke:
And that is how these three witnesses came to believe they'd heard a gunshot at five o'clock.
Judge:
......... Well...what a plot... And this implies that the victim could have died earlier than we've been led to believe. The previous day, even.
Gossip:
Now...now...now just hold your horses! All uz lot here saw the victim goin' into the building, remember?
Sandwich:
I, I couldn't forget that flame-coloured hair even if I w-wanted to.
Ryunosuke:
The person you saw entering the building wasn't the victim at all. ...Consider this.
Gossip:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
Obviously anybody can wear a wig. So the person that these witnesses saw entering the building fifteen minutes before the incident occurred... ...could easily have been someone else entirely wearing the red hairpiece.
Judge:
Someone else?! Do, do you mean to say...?
Ryunosuke:
It was the same person who contrived the firecracker trick. In other words...Inspector Gregson's killer!
???:
Pfft...
Examine evidence
Candelabrum
Scorch marks
Ryunosuke:
So the candle was used as a sort of timer device to set off the firecrackers... That's a really ingenious idea...though obviously it's a shame it was used for such a wicked purpose.
Susato:
I wonder if there aren't some more positive uses for a timer device such as that... Ah, I have the perfect application! It would be a wonderful way of waking you in the mornings, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
...I think I'd prefer that you continue to wake me in person, if it's all the same to you.
Kazuma:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah! Oh, very impressive, Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
K-Kazuma?!
Kazuma:
I'm really quite amazed you've come this far. But after all, wasn't I the one who told you... ...that you had all the makings of a great defence lawyer?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
I also noted the lack of a time of death in this report. A stark omission. But as far as I'm concerned...this whole country's justice system leaves a lot to be desired!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! Prosecutor Asogi! What do you mean by that statement?
Kazuma:
I hear that many of the leading members of Britain's judiciary are present to observe this trial today. So we cannot allow even the slightest doubt to be overlooked.
Judge:
...!
Kazuma:
The defence's assertion about the time of death based on the victim's stopped watch is just conjecture. But...while the possibility exists that my learned friend may be correct...we have a duty to explore it.
Judge:
Hmmm... Well, certainly...I would agree with you.
Kazuma:
And what immediately comes to mind is of course... ...what was Inspector Gregson doing and where did he go on the day before the incident?
Ryunosuke:
Do you know?
Kazuma:
The inspector always carried out his investigative work alone. His movements were treated as confidential within Scotland Yard.
Judge:
Even within the Yard?
Kazuma:
However, considering the evidence we've been presented with so far... ...I'd say it's fairly apparent what case the man was pursuing. Wouldn't you, my learned friend?
Susato:
I do have a feeling about what case he might have been investigating.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I agree. Surely... My Lord! The defence believes it can explain to the court... ...the case that was being investigated by Inspector Gregson at the time of his death!
Judge:
Very well, Counsel. Present your argument to the court. What evidence is suggestive of the case being investigated by the inspector on the day prior to the incident?
Present Red-Headed League Article or Red Hairpiece
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"I believe this red hairpiece points to the answer."
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Hm... I can't say that I find your answer suggestive of anything in particular. Other than perhaps that it is utterly wrong. That much you have clarified most expertly.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Kazuma:
Congratulations, Ryunosuke Naruhodo. You deserve a reward for that expert display!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAARGH! (Did, did you just draw Karuma on me, my friend?)
Susato:
I think, Mr Naruhodo, that there's one particular piece of evidence... ...that really does stand out in showing what case Inspector Gregson was investigating.
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! I have the answer now!
Leads back to:
"Very well, Counsel."
Ryunosuke:
I believe this red hairpiece points to the answer.
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
We might assume it was part of a disguise used to carry out an undercover investigation.
Judge:
Surely not! Such a brightly coloured hairpiece would only serve to make the inspector more noticeable.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's quite true. It would definitely have made him stand out in a crowd. Except, that is...in a crowd of gentlemen from the Red-Headed League.
Judge:
The, the Red-Headed League?
Kazuma:
So...you'd already worked it out.
Judge:
What on earth is this all about? Is there such an extraordinary league of gentlemen?
Kazuma:
The Red-Headed League is currently under investigation for a grand deception.
Judge:
A deception of what nature, Counsel?
Kazuma:
They've been targeting red-headed men across all of London and tricking them out of small sums of money. Two men were arrested for the misdemeanour only yesterday, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! The defence calls for those two men to be summoned at once!
Judge:
T-Two red-heads?!
Ryunosuke:
Inspector Gregson clearly infiltrated the Red-Headed League using this hairpiece. So it's very likely that he had direct contact with these criminals. And it's quite possible that such contact led to...more serious events.
Kazuma:
.........
Judge:
I concur that we cannot in good conscience leave this new avenue unexplored.
Susato:
Well done, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Well...it's another possible line of enquiry for us at least.
Judge:
The prosecution will make immediate arrangements for the charged men to appear. Bring these two Red-Headed League conspirators before me, Prosecutor Asogi!
Kazuma:
At once, My Lord.
Judge:
Very good. We will have a thirty-minute recess. Court is adjourned!
To be continued...
2nd November, 12:33 p.m.
The Old Bailey, Defendants' Antechamber
Gina:
Oh, there you are, 'Oddo!
Sholmes:
What kept you, my dear fellow?
Ryunosuke:
Hello, Mr Sholmes. Gina.
Gina:
You sure about wot you said in there? That the boss...you know...actually died the day before? It's pretty 'ard to swallow.
Susato:
Yes, I was shocked by the revelation too, Gina.
Sholmes:
As was I! Possibly more shocked than both of you!
Ryunosuke:
...It's not a competition, Mr Sholmes. (But I was more shocked than all of you put together.)
Sholmes:
This is the autopsy report in question, is it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. It's strange that there's no time of death noted. I suppose there's a simple explanation. Or perhaps...it was a deliberate omission.
Susato:
Oh dear... If it was deliberate... ...it puts me in mind of the last case we worked on...and Dr Sithe.
Ryunosuke:
I know. Anyway, it seems that on the day before Lord van Zieks discovered his body... ...Inspector Gregson was investigating the Red-Headed League. So perhaps something happened with them. Come to think of it... ...you had trouble with those league men too, didn't you, Mr Sholmes? You were taken in by their trick.
Sholmes:
No no no! Naturally, I wasn't 'taken in' as you put it. My sleuth-hound interest was merely piqued slightly by the rare scent of a weekly four-pound income.
Ryunosuke:
...And that scent masked the underlying scent of deception, I suppose.
Susato:
The two criminals in question are the pair we saw being arrested yesterday, aren't they? In Mr Sholmes's suite, I mean.
Gina:
That's right, Sooze! An' it was me wot took 'em in! Thanks to a tip-off by a good, law-abidin' citizen.
Sholmes:
Indeed. Yours truly.
Ryunosuke:
(So it's going to be that pair in the witness stand next, is it?) Something doesn't quite make sense to me, though. The day before Inspector Gregson was found, you hadn't had trouble with the Red-Headed League yet, had you? Why would the inspector have been investigating them?
Sholmes:
Well, the likely explanation would be... ...that Gregson's own sleuth-hound interest was piqued by the rare scent of a weekly four-pound income.
Gina:
Don't tar 'im wiv the same brush as you, Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, well... Then there's the whole issue of Inspector Gregson being investigated by Lord van Zieks for some reason.
Susato:
The Reaper...the Red-Headed League... Inspector Gregson...Lord van Zieks...
Ryunosuke:
...And Kazuma.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
I feel as though he knew we'd arrive at this point somehow.
Susato:
Gosh! I, I think you're right...
Ryunosuke:
(What's he really trying to achieve here today?)
Sholmes:
All the answers will soon be revealed. ...Observe the time, my dear fellow. This recess will be over very shortly.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, you're right. (Kazuma was determined that he should be the one to prosecute this trial. And he was determined that I should take the defence. Just what is it that he's hoping to make me see, I wonder? I get the feeling we're a long way from the end of this trial yet...) Are you ready then, Miss Susato?
Susato:
Yes!
2nd November, 1:00 p.m.
The Old Bailey Courtroom
Judge:
In the name of Her Majesty the Queen, I hereby declare this court to be in session again. We resume the closed court hearing of Barok van Zieks, here present, who stands accused of murder. Now then, Prosecutor Asogi...
Kazuma:
My Lord?
Judge:
Have you summoned the witnesses as requested?
Kazuma:
Yes. The two members of the Red-Headed League who planned and carried out the deception. They arrived not long ago from the local prison by police carriage.
Judge:
Very good. Bailiff, usher the two men into the courtroom!
Kazuma:
These two men are currently being held by the police on suspicion of attempted extortion. You may omit your occupations. But please state your names now for the court.
De Rousseau:
I am Fabien de Rousseau. A descendant of ze great de Rousseau family from Nice, en France.
De Rossi:
And my-a name is Peppino de Rossi! I am the third son of the great familia de Rossi - the landowners from Napoli!
Kazuma:
The two men first became acquainted at a boarding school for European nobility.
De Rousseau:
Zose who graduate from Temsik are ze future leaders of Europe. ...But! Do you 'ave any idea 'ow boring it is to be born wiz noble blood? ...Alors! I make it my mission to get ze better of ze world by employing ze little grey cells of my brain. Zat is all I am trying to do, uh.
Ryunosuke:
So...that's the only reason for this whole grand deception you've been carrying out?
De Rousseau:
...Oui. You could say zat.
De Rossi:
Not bad, ay? He has the grand ideals, but the petty plans! This strange combination is-a the charm of the Hairlarious Brothers! Si, capo?
De Rousseau:
......... Listen to me, Peppino. I 'ave two sings to say to you:
De Rossi:
Eh? Che? Are you about to tell me one of your grandi anecdotes? Evviva!
De Rousseau:
Firstly, I want you to stop calling me zis 'capo'. And secondly... ..we are not ze 'Airlarious Brothers. Zis is serious business.
De Rossi:
Che bello! There it is! The capo's trump-a card: the furrowed brow! It is deep, uh, capo? The furrow, and the meaning of your words!
Judge:
The court has been led to believe that under the banner of the 'Red-Headed League'... ...you have conspired to swindle money from unsuspecting members of the public. Is this true?
De Rousseau:
Oui. C'est ça.
Judge:
And what exactly was the nature of this deception by which you planned to defraud?
De Rousseau:
...Alors, I will explain it.
De Rossi:
No, capo! Leave it to-a me! As you see, we both have the vivid red hair, no? At school, we were teased for this without pity. The capo here, he was many times behind the schoolhouse, crying like the Trevi Fountain. 'Uèèè! Zose dogs! One day ze world will respect us red-'eads!' Every night, he would bury his-a head in his-a pillow and weep for the injustice.
De Rousseau:
C'est bien, Peppino! Enough! I will explain ze rest. Ze first step was ze newspaper advertisement. About one week before ze plan was put into operation, we listed ze same notice in every paper in London.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, we saw that notice. It was this one, I believe. Entitled 'To the Red-Headed League'.
De Rousseau:
Oui. C'est ça. I am honoured zat you 'ave seen it.
Ryunosuke:
It states that the only condition for joining the league is having flame-coloured hair. And that if you satisfy the interview panel and are admitted into the league... ...you could receive a weekly income of four pounds.
Kazuma:
On the date specified, red-headed hopefuls gathered in droves at a park specified in the advertisement. And from each person present, this pair took an application fee of five shillings.
De Rousseau:
And wiz ze money, to France! It was a plan most elegant, non?
Kazuma:
No, it was most dishonourable. But to be frank, I'm stunned anybody was foolish enough to be taken in by such an obvious trick.
Susato:
The park was described by one witness as 'choked with red-headed folk, like a coster's orange barrow'.
Kazuma:
And the day on which all these men gathered to apply was the day before the victim was discovered. Crucially, these two men spoke face to face with every single person present that day.
De Rousseau:
Oui. I 'ave seen more red-'eaded people in one day zan I will see in ze rest of my life.
De Rossi:
Si, si. And-a now, every time I see the capo's hair, I feel sick to my stomach!
De Rousseau:
Anyway, why 'ave we been summoned 'ere today?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
De Rousseau:
Ze date for our trial was not until tomorrow, I was told.
Kazuma:
Naturally, neither of these men have been told any details about this trial. They've only been shown this photograph.
Judge:
Very good. So, Mr de Rousseau and Mr de Rossi, you will now give your formal testimony for the court... ...on the subject of the gentleman pictured in this photograph.
De Rousseau:
Of course. We are always ready to 'elp wiz ze law.
Witness Testimony
- The Man in the Photograph -
De Rousseau:
We 'ad more zan one thousand red-'eaded people assemble in ze park on Lime Street zat day.
De Rossi:
But I don't recall the man in this-a photograph. Ay, capo?
De Rousseau:
Non, I don't remember 'im. Obviously 'e is dead now. But I assure you, 'e was not in ze park.
De Rossi:
Allora! This victim is-a nothing to do with us!
De Rousseau:
You 'ave a lot to answer for, Peppino. It is your fault zat we got caught in ze first place.
Kazuma:
You've given sworn testimony that this man in the photograph was not present. Can you be certain?
De Rousseau:
Oui, oui. I am quite certain. We did not interview zis man.
De Rossi:
Nobody looking like-a this came to the park. This, I can promise!
Judge:
It must be noted that you have been arrested for a grand deception, however. Accordingly, this court has little confidence in your assurances.
De Rossi:
...!  ...Uffa! With this attitude, we get-a nowhere, uh?
Ryunosuke:
(He's really-a sulking now...)
Kazuma:
This confidential document was obtained directly from Scotland Yard. It records an entry from the inspector's private diary dated the day before the incident. It reads, 'Lime Street, Red-Headed League, Undercover.'
De Rossi:
Ah! I have the answer! Maybe there was another, similar event in the park on the day in question, ay?
De Rousseau:
Zat is ridiculous.
Ryunosuke:
(There's no question that Inspector Gregson was investigating the Red-Headed League. Which means it's quite possible that's when he was killed!)
Judge:
Very well. The defence may proceed with the cross-examination now.
Ryunosuke:
Ah. Yes, My Lord!
Cross-Examination
- The Man in the Photograph -
De Rousseau:
We 'ad more zan one thousand red-'eaded people assemble in ze park on Lime Street zat day.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
A thousand people? That's a very big crowd.
De Rousseau:
It was quite a spectacle. Red-'eads 'ad come from all over ze capital.
De Rossi:
Si, the capo here, he has the magnetismo animale, ay? Nobody else could attract-a so many people. If I could be born again, I would be the capo!
De Rousseau:
All zose people wanted was ze money, Peppino. Ze four pounds per week.
Judge:
Are you suggesting that you spoke personally with all one thousand applicants?
De Rousseau:
Oui, oui, zat we did. Because every one of zem paid us five shillings.
De Rossi:
We take-a their names and we take-a their money! And we take-a their addresses as well. Then I tell them we take-a some days to let them know by-a post, e finito! Maybe...two minuti a person? We start early in the morning, and we stop late in the night.
Ryunosuke:
So...you earnt five thousand shillings in one day?! (That's a small fortune!)
Kazuma:
Who'd have thought there were a thousand such gullible red-heads in London to start with.
Ryunosuke:
(One of whom was a great detective with chemically altered hair...)
De Rossi:
But I don't recall the man in this-a photograph. Ay, capo?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
He doesn't look at all familiar?
De Rossi:
No, I don't-a think so. And this is a wig, ay? He was trying to trick us! I do not like the people who are trying to trick the other people!
Ryunosuke:
...Says the con artist.
Kazuma:
If between them they interviewed a thousand people with red hair... ...it would be unreasonable to expect them to remember every face.
De Rossi:
No no, signore. I may be small... ...but my memory is very large! I never forget a thing! In my opinion, I do not think this-a man was in the park.
Ryunosuke:
(But he's not going to give the court a definite, it seems.)
De Rossi:
Eh, capo? You didn't see a man like this, uh?
De Rousseau:
Non, I don't remember 'im. Obviously 'e is dead now. But I assure you, 'e was not in ze park.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But according to what you've said, you spoke with a thousand or more people that day.
De Rousseau:
Oui, zat's true. My eyes were burning by ze end of ze day.
Ryunosuke:
Surely then, you can't actually remember every single face. How are you so certain... ...that this particular man wasn't present?
De Rossi:
Normally, the red hair is very distinctive, ay? But not when you have one thousand red-heads crowding around. Then it is just an eyesore! But if there was some other information you could-a give us, maybe then we would recall.
De Rousseau:
Zat is not ze line, Peppino. Remember, we do not remember 'im. We are sure of zat fact, uh? If zere was a man wiz a red 'airpiece, but 'is moustache did not match ze colour... ...zen I do not sink I could 'ave forgotten 'im.
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma said these two had only been shown that photograph and they'd been told nothing else at all. But what if I fed them just one other detail about the victim. For example...)
His name
Ryunosuke:
I can certainly appreciate that just knowing the man had red hair wouldn't help you remember in this situation. But what if I told you that the man's name was Gregson?
De Rousseau:
Ze man in ze photograph is a Monsieur Gregson?
Ryunosuke:
Yes.
De Rossi:
Names, they are boring! I did not-a listen to any of them.
Ryunosuke:
...Oh.
De Rossi:
It was not a real interview, uh? It was just for-a show. Why would I remember the names?
De Rousseau:
Zat's right. Zis changes nothing. Ze man in ze photograph was not zere. As we 'ave already said.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Judge:
Hm... It seems there's little to be gained from pursuing this point further.
De Rousseau:
Tell zem again what you said before, Peppino.
De Rossi:
Si, capo, si! I say it again and again!
Leads back to cross-examination
His profession
Ryunosuke:
I can certainly appreciate that just knowing the man had red hair wouldn't help you remember in this situation. But what if I told you the man in the red hairpiece was actually a detective?
De Rousseau:
Ze man in ze photograph? A detective?
Ryunosuke:
Yes.
Kazuma:
It would appear he found your notice in the paper suspicious and decided to investigate incognito.
De Rousseau:
......... ...Sorry, but zis changes nothing. No detective came to ze park. I am certain of zat.
Pursue Peppino de Rossi (before Inspector's Identification is added to the Court Record)
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Something to add, Mr de Rossi?!
De Rossi:
......... Che? Si, I am always adding something! Parmesan, olive oil, pepper...
Ryunosuke:
What I mean is...did you not agree with your friend's last remark by any chance?
De Rossi:
Eh? What-a did he just-a say? About the detective?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that.
De Rousseau:
Keep your mouth shut, Peppino! You 'ave said enough already.
De Rossi:
But-a why, capo? What is the problem? There was a man who said-a, 'I am an inspector from Scotland Yard.'
Ryunosuke:
What?!
Kazuma:
...!
Judge:
Good Lord! Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! Explain this volte-face in your testimony, witness!
De Rossi:
Is simple. A man who was at-a the park said to us that he was an inspect-
De Rousseau:
Zere was no such man.
De Rossi:
Ma dai! What are you saying, capo? Have you forgotten, ay?
De Rousseau:
I 'ave forgotten nothing. Nobody like zis came to ze park.
De Rossi:
Basta, capo, basta! You beat me at-a many things, but not two: the memory and the meals! Like I said, when is time to eat-a the pasta, no one is-a faster!
De Rousseau:
But you are inferior to me in every other way... so shut up!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
.........
Kazuma:
.........
De Rousseau:
Uuurgh... Trop tard... Ze damage is done...
Judge:
Indeed it is, sir.
De Rousseau:
Oui, zere was a man who came to ze park and 'e said 'e was an inspector from Scotland Yard. 'Owever! 'E looked nothing like ze man in ze photograph. 'E was someone else!
Ryunosuke:
How can you be so sure?
De Rousseau:
Because! To start wiz, 'is face was completely different.
De Rossi:
Si...is true, is true. The man who came was-a younger. His-a face was clean-shaven. His-a eyes were sadder. His-a chin was thinner.
Judge:
No resemblance whatsoever, then!
De Rousseau:
Anyway, I was not going to be fooled. I took ze obvious precaution and said to 'im... ...'If you are really a detective, show us ze proof!'
De Rossi:
Si, si, the capo here, he doesn't take-a no nonsense, ay?
De Rousseau:
But 'e was well prepared. 'E said 'e 'ad identification.
Ryunosuke:
I-Identification? You mean, official police inspector's identification?
Judge:
That is most unconvincing.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, My Lord?
Judge:
Counsel, no incognito inspector would offer his identification for inspection. It's quite out of the question.
Kazuma:
Definitely. Why would he expose his true identity?
De Rousseau:
Clearly ze papers were fake.
De Rossi:
Certo, capo! You are a genius! As we say in-a Italia, it takes a thief to recognise another, ay?
Ryunosuke:
And what happened after he announced that he was a detective?
De Rousseau:
'E became very annoying. 'E said, 'You are under investigation.' So I took 'is papers from 'im and chased 'im out of ze park.
De Rossi:
It was fantastico! And look, here is-a the identification!
Kazuma:
So you stole it from the man?
De Rossi:
He had it-a coming! He made us very scared. But he was-a not who he said-a he was!
Judge:
Indeed, the person described does not appear to have behaved as a true inspector would. However, I believe it would be prudent for these identification papers to be entered into evidence.
De Rossi:
Hmph. But I-a like them!
The inspector's identification has been entered into the Court Record.
Judge:
Now, let us return to the witnesses' testimony.
Leads back to cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
I see...
De Rousseau:
In any case, if such a man 'ad come incognito... ...'e wouldn't 'ave just said, 'I am a detective,' would 'e?
Ryunosuke:
Well...no, I suppose not.
Judge:
Hm...sound logic, I must agree.
Kazuma:
.........
De Rousseau:
Tell zem again what you said before, Peppino.
De Rossi:
Ay? Ah! Si, capo, si! Is-a best we move on!
Leads back to cross-examination
His fish and chips
Ryunosuke:
I can certainly appreciate that just knowing the man had red hair wouldn't help you remember in this situation. But what if I told you the man was always munching on a packet of fish and chips? Do you remember a man who was eating incessantly?
De Rousseau:
Not really. I was looking only at ze 'eads of ze applicants. I wouldn't 'ave noticed ze fish and chips any more zan ze caviar and smoked salmon.
De Rossi:
Or-a spaghetti! Me, I love the spaghetti!
Ryunosuke:
Really? I had no idea...
De Rousseau:
Tell zem again what you said before, Peppino.
De Rossi:
Si, capo, si! I say it again and again!
Leads back to cross-examination
Examine evidence
Inspector's Identification
Latch on back
Ryunosuke:
Well, I suppose we should see what this inspector's identification looks like inside...
Writing inside
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it definitely looks fake, doesn't it?
Susato:
Out of interest, what name is given?
Ryunosuke:
Probably just something plucked out of the air. It's...'Tobias Gregson'... Wait, what?
Susato:
......... This Scotland Yard insignia... ...looks genuine to me.
Ryunosuke:
But how?!
Susato:
And the department and identification number details are all correct as well.
Ryunosuke:
(Since when have you known those?) Do, do you mean to say...?
Susato:
I know it seems incredible, but yes... ...I think this is a genuine identification book issued by Scotland Yard.
Ryunosuke:
But that's... That's unbelievable! (This is the real thing after all?!)
The details of the inspector's identification have been updated in the Court Record.
Writing inside (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
This Scotland Yard insignia looks genuine to me.
Susato:
And the department and identification number details are all correct as well. There's no doubt that this really is Inspector Gregson's identification.
De Rossi:
Allora! This victim is-a nothing to do with us!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
But we only have your word for that.
De Rossi:
Si, but what else can we do, uh?
Ryunosuke:
(True...)
De Rossi:
Uffa! We are not having much-a fun these days! First we are arrested, then we are shown the horrible picture of a dead man... ...and now you question every single-a thing we say! WE are the victims here! Ay, capo?
Ryunosuke:
No, you were caught carrying out a plot to swindle hundreds of innocent people.
De Rossi:
...! Hmph! You had to bring that up, ay? It's not fair! Ay, capo?
Present Inspector's Identification (after examining writing inside)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"I wonder if I could ask you to examine this identification book very closely..."
De Rousseau:
You 'ave a lot to answer for, Peppino. It is your fault zat we got caught in ze first place.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by that?
De Rossi:
Cavolo! You promised not to say! Ay, capo?
De Rousseau:
After we 'ad taken all ze money zat day, we should 'ave left ze country. Zat was my plan. I left ze purchasing of ze tickets for ze ferry to Dunkerque to my companion 'ere. But 'e bought zem for ze wrong day.
Ryunosuke:
Oops.
De Rossi:
Si, but is an easy mistake-a to make-a, uh? The first, the thirty-first...
De Rousseau:
Bof! I 'ave no sympathy for you! We were an 'ole day late for ze boat because of your stupidity! And it's only because of zis, zat ze so-called 'great red-'eaded detective' caught us!
De Rossi:
Capo...you know what I think? This is the work of God! Is a holy punishment, ay?
De Rousseau:
Peppino, for ze last time... ...zis is not 'oly punishment. Zis is 'olly your fault!
De Rossi:
Ah!
De Rousseau:
Don't blame God for your unholy mistakes. You are makin' me sick wiz anger!
De Rossi:
Hmph. Maybe I make-a mistake-a. But when is time to eat-a the pasta, no one is-a faster!
Ryunosuke:
(And I've seen the evidence...)
Ryunosuke:
(They haven't told us much we didn't already know...)
Susato:
What do you think, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, if it was in the inspector's diary, it seems likely that he must have gone to Lime Street that day. And yet these two both claim they didn't see him...
Susato:
I have to say... ...they don't appear to be telling lies.
Ryunosuke:
Well, they are experts in deception, don't forget. Sounding plausible is their specialty. They may be lying simply to avoid being implicated in this case as well.
Susato:
Surely if they were truly experts in deception, they wouldn't have been caught.
Ryunosuke:
(Well, yes, you do have a point there...) ...It seems to me like we need more information.
Susato:
Definitely!
Ryunosuke:
I wonder if I could ask you to examine this identification book very closely... ...Miss Lestrade?
Kazuma:
Why Miss Lestrade?
Judge:
What is your intention here, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
Is this really a fake, or is it genuine? That's the question. ...Which we can't answer ourselves.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
Don't be ridiculous. No Scotland Yard detective would allow his - or her - identification to be stolen.
???:
Hold it!
Gina:
That...that... That IS the boss's! ...No question about it.
Kazuma:
It can't be!
Ryunosuke:
As I suspected. The 'undercover detective' who attended the Red-Headed League's enrolment on the day in question... ...was the real Inspector Gregson carrying out an incognito investigation!
De Rousseau:
Zu... Zut aloooooors!
Judge:
O-Ordaaar! Ordaaar!
Gina:
But...if the boss 'ad 'is identification stolen... ...'e would've reported it straight away. I mean, 'e was always on at me about it. If ya lose summat, report it at once, 'e'd say.
Ryunosuke:
Could it be, then... ...that the inspector was physically unable to report it?
De Rossi:
Physically... Ay?! What are you-a saying?
Kazuma:
Unable to...? You're, you're not suggesting...?
Ryunosuke:
Yes! It's quite possible that he was killed before he had the chance to report his identification stolen!
Kazuma:
No!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!!
Ryunosuke:
The defence posits that the victim was killed the day before his body was discovered, at a different location. Do you two...have anything to say about that?!
De Rossi:
Uèèèèèèèèèèèè! I know-a nothing! Uèèèèèèèèè! I done-a nothing! Uèèèèèèèèè!
De Rousseau:
Pull yourself together, Peppino! Mon Dieu! You can behave a little more like a master criminal zan zat, non?
De Rossi:
Uèèèèèèèèè! Now I wish I had-a returned to Italia! Uèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèè!
De Rousseau:
S-Stop crying, Peppino, please! Otherwise I...I...
Gina:
Lumme! Stop yer whinin' an' start talkin'!
Judge:
Well...I believe the court will need to hear your story in considerably greater detail.
De Rossi:
I know-a nothing! Uèèèèèèèèè! I done-a nothing! Uèèèèèèèèè!
Kazuma:
But you will tell everything! ...Or face the worst possible outcome.
De Rousseau:
Ugh... Uuuuuugh...
Judge:
You will dry your eyes and testify again... ...about these identification papers, and the precise circumstances under which you came by them!
De Rossi:
Uèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèè!
Ryunosuke:
(For crying out loud...)
Witness Testimony
- The Detective and the Identification -
De Rousseau:
Ze, ze truth is, we took 'im prisoner and kept 'im for ze night at our secret 'ideout.
Even though I didn't sink 'e was a real detective, I, I was too scared to let 'im go zat day, just in case.
De Rossi:
We took the man's identification from him and shut-a him in the room next to ours!
De Rousseau:
Zere might 'ave been a little tussle, but we did 'im no 'arm. And ze next mornin', we let 'im go.
De Rossi:
He spent-a the night in a nice room! It was-a nothing like prison really! Uèèèèèè!
Judge:
This, this is outrageous! You imprisoned the man?!
De Rossi:
But! No! Si! No! It, it was not-a like a prison! He was-a very comfortable and-a calm and-a happy! Ay, capo?
De Rousseau:
......... It, it was never part of my plan! I swear it!
De Rossi:
Uffa! So...so you think it was-a my fault, ay? Just because I got the date of the ferry wrong... by one-a little-a day!
De Rousseau:
I do not sink it was your fault, Peppino. I know it!
De Rossi:
No no no no! Per favore, capo. Is not-a fair.
Judge:
You shall have plenty of time for squabbling back at the prison, gentlemen.
De Rousseau:
Uff! I don't believe zis... 'Ow could 'e 'ave been a real detective...?
Judge:
Counsel for the Defence, proceed with the cross-examination!
Ryunosuke:
(So on the day before the incident... ...Gregson spent the night confined in this pair's hideout...)
Cross-Examination
- The Detective and the Identification -
De Rousseau:
Ze, ze truth is, we took 'im prisoner and kept 'im for ze night at our secret 'ideout.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Do, do you realise what you're saying?!
De Rousseau:
You 'ave to believe me! I never intended for zat to 'appen. And I'm sure ze detective did not intend it, either.
Ryunosuke:
...Do you think?
De Rousseau:
But, but zere was nothing else I could do!
De Rossi:
Si! Nothing else! This was-a the first crime for the capo! He was at the end of his-a wits!
De Rousseau:
I 'ave told you before, Peppino. Zat is not ze way to describe a criminal mastermind!
Kazuma:
What about this hideout of yours?
De Rousseau:
...An old, empty 'ouse behind ze park on Lime Street.
De Rossi:
We rented the place for-a two days. It was an inspired idea by the capo here.
Judge:
An impulsive idea, I would say.
De Rossi:
No no no! Not impulsive! Inspired! Ay, capo?
De Rousseau:
What am I supposed to say to zat, uh, Peppino?
Ryunosuke:
And it was in the house described that you confined Inspector Gregson, was it?
De Rousseau:
Ugh...oui. But you 'ave to remember: I was under ze impression zat 'e was a pretender. Not a real inspector!
Ryunosuke:
That doesn't quite add up, though. If you didn't think the man was a real inspector... ...there would have been no reason to take him prisoner, would there?
De Rousseau:
Non, you are right. But we couldn't be completely certain.
De Rousseau:
Even though I didn't sink 'e was a real detective, I, I was too scared to let 'im go zat day, just in case.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Too scared? Why?
De Rousseau:
Because! Why 'ad 'e come to ze park? We didn't know. Zere was a chance zat 'e 'ad seen through my plan.
De Rossi:
And if that was-a the case, he would go straight to the police station to blow-a the whistle on us! Even if he was just-a feigning to be an inspector, he was up to no good, uh? Without-a doubt-a.
Kazuma:
I think most people would agree that it's you two who were up to no good.
De Rossi:
Well-a...si, you may be right. Ay, capo?
De Rousseau:
Ze point is, we were not able to escape from England immediately. Zat is why we 'ad no choice but to take ze man prisoner.
Ryunosuke:
What I don't understand is why the inspector felt the need to show you his identification in the first place.
De Rossi:
Si! I ask myself the same question!
De Rousseau:
We were writing down ze names and addresses of all ze people who we took five shillings from zat day. I have forgotten what name 'e said, but ze address, it startled me.
De Rossi:
Si si! 'Address: Scotland Yard, Homicide Division,' he said!
Ryunosuke:
What?!
De Rousseau:
'E probably didn't like your face, Peppino. Anyway, I was not rude. I just politely asked 'im why 'e 'ad said it... ...and zat's when 'e started to say 'e was an inspector. Not long afterwards, 'e took out 'is identification.
Ryunosuke:
(What was Inspector Gregson playing at?)
Kazuma:
Tell the court what happened next. You took him back to your hideout, you say?
De Rossi:
Si! We did-a, we did-a!
De Rossi:
We took the man's identification from him and shut-a him in the room next to ours!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
That being this identification book here, correct?
De Rossi:
Si! That is-a the one!
Judge:
What made you believe that it was a forgery?
De Rossi:
I never seen a real one, of course. But he was so suspicious, this-a man. Allora, I was-a thinking, it must be false! Ay, capo?
De Rousseau:
Oui, it is just as Peppino said. We were convinced it was not genuine.
De Rossi:
And so together, the Hairlarious Brothers, we took-a the man captive!
De Rousseau:
All we did was shove 'im inside a locked room. Zen we made preparations to transport all of ze money.
Judge:
Hmm...
Ryunosuke:
In for a penny, in for a pound...
De Rousseau:
Zere might 'ave been a little tussle, but we did 'im no 'arm. And ze next mornin', we let 'im go.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Um...what do you mean by 'a little tussle' exactly?
De Rousseau:
Hm? Bof! It was nothing. Just a minor incident.
De Rossi:
The falso inspector, he was a real piece of-a the work! Ay, capo?
Ryunosuke:
What happened?
De Rossi:
Uffa! It was a disaster! We give him a nice room, and what does he-a do, uh? In the middle of the night, he tries to escape-a through the ventilatore!
Ryunosuke:
...Can you blame him?
De Rousseau:
We chased 'im, bien sûr. And we caught 'im again.
De Rossi:
...Can you-a blame us?
Ryunosuke:
......... Wait! You, you didn't... ...shoot the man in your haste, did you?
De Rousseau:
Zut! Who do you sink we are?! Of course not! I simply caught 'old of 'im again and took 'im back to ze room. Zere was really nothing more to it zan zat.
Pursue Peppino de Rossi
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr de Rossi! Is something wrong?
De Rossi:
Ay?! Me?
Ryunosuke:
Something Mr de Rousseau just said seemed to make you, um... Well, it seemed to make you act even more strangely than usual. What was that all about?
De Rossi:
Cavolo! At times like that, you don't-a wanna have the capo after you, believe me! And I speak-a from personal-a esperienza!
Ryunosuke:
Personal experience?
De Rousseau:
Zat is enough, Peppino. Zere is no need to say more.
De Rossi:
The truth is, the night-a before we put the Red-Headed League plan into action, I was-a scared. It was not-a fair to the capo, but...I tried to run away.
Ryunosuke:
It's a shame you didn't manage it.
De Rossi:
But the capo here, he came after me like-a the turbine, uh? And he dragged me back to the house, kicking and-a screaming. I still have-a the bruises to prove it! Ay, capo?
Judge:
Bruises, you say?
De Rossi:
Ah...you wanna see, uh? You wanna see my-a fantastico bruises!
De Rousseau:
Zat's enough now, Peppino. No one wants to look at any part of you.
De Rossi:
What-a to do, uh? I-a show you, or I-a don't...? I-a show you, or I-a don't...?
Kazuma:
You do! NOW!
De Rossi:
Allora, if everybody wants to see, then I-a do it! Ecco! You see? Is still very-a visible, ay?
Ryunosuke:
That, that red ring around your neck? You got that when you were dragged back to the house?
De Rossi:
Si! The capo, sometimes he is-a very rough! And-
De Rousseau:
I said zat's enough! Peppino's neck is nothing to do wiz what we are talking about 'ere. You 'ave my word.
Judge:
Hm, yes... What is your opinion, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
(About this red ring around Mr de Rossi's neck? I wonder... Does it matter?)
It's important
Ryunosuke:
Mr de Rossi! I'm going to have to ask you... ...to amend your testimony with details about that mark on your neck!
De Rossi:
Ay, capo? You see? Everyone is interested in what I say, uh?
De Rousseau:
Uuugh...
Judge:
Very well. You will amend you [sic] testimony as requested, Mr de Rossi.
De Rossi:
Si si, if you really want-a to know!
Changes statement from "Zere might 'ave been a little tussle, but we did 'im no 'arm. And ze next mornin', we let 'im go." to "He tried to escape, but the capo put-a the collare on him and dragged him back...like what he did-a to me, see?"
Wait and see
Ryunosuke:
(I don't suppose there's any cause for alarm. I'm sure it'll heal up in time.)
Susato:
I'm not quite sure that's what His Lordship meant, Mr Naruhodo.
De Rossi:
So! If you have-a seen enough, then I go back to what I was-a saying before.
Leads back to cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
And the following morning, you let him go, you say?
De Rousseau:
Correct! And it was an amicable parting. Zere was no trouble.
De Rossi:
Si si. We shake-a the hands and say let's-a do it again, uh!
Ryunosuke:
(Not a whiff of perjury here...)
De Rossi:
He tried to escape, but the capo put-a the collare on him and dragged him back...like what he did-a to me, see?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Are, are you saying that red mark was caused by...
De Rossi:
Si si! A big collare made from-a the leather!
Ryunosuke:
A leather collar...
Kazuma:
Is this true, Mr de Rousseau?
De Rousseau:
What? We 'ad a St Bernard at 'ome when I was younger. It is a souvenir from zat time, wiz a very strong chain.
Kazuma:
A strong chain?
Ryunosuke:
And you put that around your friend's neck?
De Rousseau:
I'm sorry! I was so angry zat 'e was leaving me alone.
De Rossi:
You did not have to tie the chain to the leg-a of the bed-a, though, uh? I would not have tried to run again.
Ryunosuke:
You...you didn't do that to Inspector Gregson as well, did you?
De Rossi:
'Treat-a the people-a equal-a!' Is the capo here's motto, ay?
Kazuma:
It's starting to sound a lot more like a prison all of a sudden.
De Rossi:
The capo is-a tough! But the capo is-a rough!
De Rousseau:
Uuugh... I, I shouldn't 'ave done it...
Ryunosuke:
So...the following morning when you released the inspector...
De Rossi:
He had-a the red ring around his neck just like-a me!
De Rousseau:
Peppino, s'il vous plaît... Leave it now.
De Rossi:
Now you know, uh? The capo here, you don't-a wanna tangle with him, ay? But for the inspector, is not so bad...
Present Photograph of the Victim
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"So the day before his body was discovered, Inspector Gregson was taken prisoner while working incognito..."
De Rossi:
He spent-a the night in a nice room! It was-a nothing like prison really! Uèèèèèè!
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You took away the man's freedom! However comfortable you make it sound, you were still holding him prisoner.
De Rossi:
If you say-a that, then I say-a this: There is something that takes away our freedom too. The lack of-a money! So we are the prisoners as well, uh? All of us!
Ryunosuke:
Huh?
De Rossi:
No money, no freedom. This is the truth! It-a makes me mad! And it-a makes me sad! What can-a we do?
Ryunosuke:
Um...well...
Kazuma:
If you feel so disenfranchised, take 'money' to court. ...Though it'll cost you, of course.
De Rossi:
Uffa, there you-a have it! You see? That is why we need the Red-Headed League, to fight for the justice!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm...perhaps he has a point.)
Susato:
No, Mr Naruhodo.
De Rossi:
All we did-a was to give the man a comfortable place to sleep for the night. And you say it was a prison, uh? UH?!
Ryunosuke:
(Hm...perhaps he has a point again.)
Susato:
No again, Mr Naruhodo.
De Rossi:
You should have heard him-a snoring! Ma dai! If anyone was disturbed, it was us!
Ryunosuke:
(Not much to go on, really...)
Susato:
Their testimony does make me wonder, you know. About this pocket watch belonging to the inspector, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
(Ah yes, the one he treasured so much, apparently.)
Susato:
If he was confined but not restrained, as the witnesses are implying... ...he would still have been able to wind his watch.
Ryunosuke:
That's very true, yes. (So did Inspector Gregson actually die while he was being held captive by these red-heads?)
Susato:
In which case, is it possible that these two young men are responsible for Inspector Gregson's...?
Ryunosuke:
To be honest...I find that hard to believe. Perhaps we should try to find out exactly what happened.
Susato:
Very wise, Mr Naruhodo, yes.
Ryunosuke:
So the day before his body was discovered, Inspector Gregson was taken prisoner while working incognito...
De Rousseau:
Non non! It was not like zat! It was 'ardly a prison. It was an...invitation to stay. It was 'omely.
Ryunosuke:
However you describe it, there's one glaring inconsistency that remains.
Judge:
What inconsistency is this, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
I would ask the court to look closely at this photograph of the victim, Inspector Gregson. You will see...that there is no red ring visible around his neck!
De Rossi:
Eh?! But, but that-a makes no sense! It was me who took-a the collare off the man in the morning. And I saw the red bruises on his-a neck, just like I have!
Ryunosuke:
Given that the mark is still clearly visible on this witness's neck... ...we'd expect to see bruising on the victim, who put in the collar more recently than Mr de Rossi!
Judge:
I-Indeed! That is most peculiar...
De Rossi:
But what we-a tell you, uh? Uh? We say this...from-a the beginning... Many times! Uèèèèèèèèèèèè!
De Rousseau:
Oui, Peppino is right. Ze man in ze photograph... ...'e is someone different to ze man we 'eld captive zat niiiiiiiiight!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!!
Kazuma:
It would appear then, that on the day before the incident... ...the man who visited the park on Lime Street posing as an incognito inspector... ...was not Inspector Gregson at all!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
If that's true, however, how do you explain the inspector's identification?
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
This is a genuine identification book, issued by Scotland Yard. It's inconceivable that someone could have stolen such an important item from the inspector. The prosecution made that assertion itself!
Kazuma:
...!
Susato:
And we also know that the inspector had made a note about the Red-Headed League in his diary for that day. Which surely means we can't divorce the two events completely.
Judge:
The inconsistency noted by the defence is most troubling. If it were the real Inspector Gregson whom these two red-headed gentlemen encountered... ...the fact that no bruising can be seen around his neck defies explanation.
Kazuma:
But equally, if they actually encountered an imposter... ...how did that person come to be in possession of the real inspector's identification?
Judge:
Does the defence have some plausible explanation, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
(The whole thing defies explanation.)
Susato:
It is for precisely these occasions that we keep meticulous notes in the Court Record, Mr Naruhodo. Because those are the facts, and the facts cannot lie!
Ryunosuke:
(No, the facts can't lie... ...even when they point to something so incredible, it's almost unbelievable!) Well, My Lord, the true identity of the person who turned up in the park for the Red-Headed League's enrolment... ...is revealed by information in the Court Record, I believe.
Judge:
Good gracious!
Kazuma:
Very tantalising, Mr Naruhodo. So, why don't you help us all to see whatever truth it is that you've apparently seen? Who exactly was this 'inspector' that appeared before Mr de Rousseau and Mr de Rossi?
Gregson himself
Ryunosuke:
Obviously there's nothing to deliberate here. It was Inspector Gregson himself! There's no other explanation, since he was in possession of genuine Scotland Yard identification!
Judge:
.........
Kazuma:
.........
.........
Kazuma:
In that case, I believe I speak for everyone here present when I ask... ...how do you explain the lack of bruising around the victim's neck, which you yourself brought up?
Ryunosuke:
......... Ah, yes...that is the burning unresolved question, isn't it?
Judge:
You claim there's nothing to deliberate, Counsel. However... ...I would implore you give your answers a little more thought in future!
Ryunosuke:
(It's possible I oversimplified that...)
Susato:
It seems to me that the lack of bruising around the victim's neck is the hardest discrepancy to reconcile.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I...think I can see how to tackle this now...
Leads to:
"Though it seems incredible, I admit, the undeniable facts point to only one thing:"
An imposter
Leads to:
"Though it seems incredible, I admit, the undeniable facts point to only one thing:"
Ryunosuke:
Though it seems incredible, I admit, the undeniable facts point to only one thing: Since no bruising can be seen on the victim's neck... ...the person who these two red-headed men took prisoner that day cannot have been Inspector Gregson.
Kazuma:
In other words, your whole argument up to now has been a waste of time.
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
On the contrary. I haven't finished.
Kazuma:
What?
Ryunosuke:
There's no bruising on the victim's neck, so the question immediately posed next is... ...who exactly was this man in the park on Lime Street found to be carrying Inspector Gregson's identification?
De Rossi:
Si... Si! That's-a right! We tell the same story every time: Whoever this man was, the capo dragged him from-a pillar to-a post with the dog collare!
De Rousseau:
Mon Dieu, Peppino! I was not so 'arsh as you say, uh?
De Rossi:
So who was that-a falso inspector, ay? Who was he?!
Kazuma:
Clearly the defence has an idea about that. About the true identity of the man these two imprisoned that night...
Judge:
I must ask the counsel for the defence to elaborate posthaste. Who did the witnesses encounter in the park posing as Inspector Gregson?
Present Gossip profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Goodness me! Isn't...isn't that...?"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
It's surely no secret! THIS is the identity of the imposter!
Kazuma:
...Oh really? On what grounds?
Ryunosuke:
Well...I said it was no secret, but...that part is!
Judge:
Dear me. If ever a penalty was in order, it's now, I feel.
De Rossi:
Like-a the punishment? The capo can lend you his collare if you want, uh?
Kazuma:
Perhaps my learned friend needs to experience what it feels like to be dragged around the streets by the neck?
Ryunosuke:
...I'll use my imagination, thanks.
Susato:
Well, Mr Naruhodo, the red ring produced by the collar is clearly the crux of the matter here...
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, the bruising around the neck...)
Leads back to:
"I must ask the counsel for the defence to elaborate posthaste."
Judge:
Goodness me! Isn't...isn't that...?
Ryunosuke:
One of the witnesses who was in the stand in this very courtroom earlier today! A nameless man, whose only occupation appears to be peddling hearsay to passers-by.
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
What on earth would a street seller be doing with a police inspector's identification papers? Witnesses! Is this the man or not?!
De Rousseau:
What 'as 'appened to 'is lip?
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
De Rossi:
Si, this-a man is not for the Red-Headed League, ay? He's-a looking for the Twisted Lip League, no?
Kazuma:
Perhaps rather than making such a rash claim next time... you should bite your lip instead.
Ryunosuke:
It seems improbable, yes. But one undeniable fact remains! During his testimony earlier... ...I noted something around the man's neck: a red ring of bruising!
De Rousseau:
Eh?
Kazuma:
What?!
Ryunosuke:
The defence demands that Mr Gossip be brought back to the stand!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Orrrdaaar! ...Bailiff! Bring the aforementioned witness back into the courtroom! Immediately!
Judge:
Well I never... An undeniable ring of bruising indeed. And identical...to that of the witness beside him!
Gossip:
Now what's going on here, eh? I've always had this, me. It's a birthmark, in't it?
Ryunosuke:
A birthmark, you say?
Kazuma:
I assume the reason you've been recalled to the stand has been explained to you?
Gossip:
Aye, um...summat about an inspector again. But I'm telling you, you've got it all wrong as usual.
Ryunosuke:
You're denying all knowledge of it?
Gossip:
Well of course I am! Are you trying to kill me with all this nonsense, eh?
Kazuma:
Well...at least you'll have more stories to peddle back on Fresno Street, won't you? Now, we're going to need you to testify again.
Ryunosuke:
And you, Mr de Rousseau and Mr de Rossi. I'm sure you'll cooperate, won't you?
De Rousseau:
Do we 'ave any choice?
De Rossi:
We are in big-a trouble, ay, capo?
Judge:
That's quite enough dilatory chatter. Proceed with the testimony!
Witness Testimony
- The Inspector and the Identification Revisited -
De Rousseau:
Ze man who claimed to be an inspector zat day... was definitely not zis man.
De Rossi:
Is right, si! You think we would-a forget these grand lips, uh?
Gossip:
I never leave Fresno Street, alright? I've no interest in any Red-Headed League.
I'm all alone in the world, me. I've no kinfolk or nothing. Why would I be involved in something like that?
Just look at me, eh. Doz it look like I could carry off a disguise with a face like this?
Judge:
It would certainly appear that we have the wrong man.
De Rousseau:
What 'ave I been telling you, uh? Zere was no need for zis pointless testimony.
Ryunosuke:
Uuugh...
Gossip:
That's right. I'm just a simple pedlar, remember. Fresno Street's all I know. How would I have come by a police inspector's identification book, eh?
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, that's hard to explain, but...
Judge:
Hmph. A brief cross-examination, I think, Counsel. Very brief.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh. Isn't there anyone in this courtroom who thinks I might be on to something?)
Susato:
I stand steadfastly at your side as always, Mr Naruhodo!
Kazuma:
.........
Cross-Examination
- The Inspector and the Identification Revisited -
De Rousseau:
Ze man who claimed to be an inspector zat day... was definitely not zis man.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you say. But how can you be quite so certain?
De Rousseau:
Zere is no need to 'urt your 'ands on ze desk, monsieur. Surely ze reason is obvious, non? Because I 'ave never before seen lips like zis.
Ryunosuke:
Nevertheless! There's a clear red mark around Mr Gossip's neck. And it looks very much like that left behind on the neck of your colleague by your prized collar!
De Rousseau:
Mon Dieu! Wiz your words, it is like you try to wring my neck!
De Rossi:
It does look very much like-a my neck though, ay?
Gossip:
No no, this is a birthmark, lad. The biggest lips in London and a neck to die for! Aye, they broke the mould when they made me!
De Rousseau:
For ze first time in my life... ...I feel lucky to 'ave been born wiz red 'air.
Ryunosuke:
(And I thought being Japanese made you stand out in London...)
Kazuma:
So you maintain that you've never seen this man before?
De Rousseau:
Oui, c'est ça. I swear to it by ze flames of my 'air.
Ryunosuke:
(...So fierce pride has outgrown the frustration with your hair now, has it?)
Press (after pursuing Fabien de Rousseau correctly)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So you say. But how can you be quite so certain?
De Rousseau:
Zere is no need to 'urt your 'ands on ze desk, monsieur. Surely ze reason is obvious, non? Because I 'ave never before seen lips like zis.
Ryunosuke:
Nevertheless! There's a clear red mark around Mr Boone's neck. And it looks very much like that left behind on the neck of your colleague by your prized collar!
De Rousseau:
Mon Dieu! Wiz your words, it is like you try to wring my neck!
De Rossi:
It does look very much like-a my neck though, ay?
Boone:
No no, this is a birthmark, lad. The biggest lips in London and a neck to die for! Aye, they broke the mould when they made me!
De Rousseau:
For ze first time in my life... ...I feel lucky to 'ave been born wiz red 'air.
Ryunosuke:
(And I thought being Japanese made you stand out in London...)
Kazuma:
So you maintain that you've never seen this man before?
De Rousseau:
Oui, c'est ça. I swear to it by ze flames of my 'air.
Ryunosuke:
(...So fierce pride has outgrown the frustration with your hair now, has it?)
De Rossi:
Is right, si! You think we would-a forget these grand lips, uh?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, I don't imagine I'll forget those lips in a hurry, either.
De Rossi:
That is what I am-a saying. For some reason, it makes me wanna eat - how did Fabien call it? - an 'éclair'. You know, I've never seen the hair as black as-a yours before, either.
Ryunosuke:
Likewise, I'd never seen red hair like yours until I came to Britain.
De Rossi:
Si, maybe is a nationale trait, uh? Maybe all the people from this-a man's country have-a the grand lips!
Gossip:
No, lad, I was born right here on Fresno Street. And I've never left.
De Rossi:
Uffa! That is-a the problem, si.
Ryunosuke:
So you definitely didn't go to the park on Lime Street that day, Mr Gossip?
Gossip:
Now how many times do you want me to say it, eh?
Press (after pursuing Fabien de Rousseau correctly)
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes, I don't imagine I'll forget those lips in a hurry, either.
De Rossi:
That is what I am-a saying. For some reason, it makes me wanna eat - how did Fabien call it? - an 'éclair'. You know, I've never seen the hair as black as-a yours before, either.
Ryunosuke:
Likewise, I'd never seen red hair like yours until I came to Britain.
De Rossi:
Si, maybe is a nationale trait, uh? Maybe all the people from this-a man's country have-a the grand lips!
Boone:
No, lad, I was born right here on Fresno Street. And I've never left.
De Rossi:
Uffa! That is-a the problem, si.
Ryunosuke:
So you definitely didn't go to the park on Lime Street that day, Mr Boone?
Boone:
Now how many times do you want me to say it, eh?
Gossip:
I never leave Fresno Street, alright? I've no interest in any Red-Headed League.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...you'd heard of the Red-Headed League, had you?
Gossip:
You don't get a name like 'Gossip' for nothing, eh? It's my business to know what's going off in town. I sold that tasty titbit to a fair few red-heads that came past me. Just between uz, I even got Sandwich to cough up for it!
Susato:
Well...he does have a very red nose, if that counts.
Ryunosuke:
...Who knows?
Gossip:
But as you can see, my own hair's not got a hint of red in it. And in any case, Fresno Street's my patch. You won't catch me sidling off to some other part of town. No sir, not likely!
Pursue Fabien de Rousseau
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr de Rousseau!
De Rousseau:
Uuugh! Ah...oui? Can I 'elp you?
Ryunosuke:
Did Mr Gossip's words just now lead you to remember something relevant, perhaps?
De Rousseau:
......... It was ze other day, when I was looking for a place near ze park. A small 'ouse or something.
Kazuma:
To be the headquarters of your Red-Headed League, yes.
De Rousseau:
I visited an 'ousing agent on Lime Street, and zere I saw 'im. Zis man was paying money to ze agent.
Gossip:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Mr...Mr Gossip...with a housing agent?!
De Rousseau:
Oui. 'E 'ad some kind of contract in 'is 'and, and zey were clearly discussing terms.
Gossip:
Bu... No no no! You're mistaken, chum! I've never left Fresno Street, me. Like I said before. You've mistaken me for someone else. Someone with the same face!
De Rossi:
No no! The capo is right! I remember it-a too! He was-a paying the man with-a the banknotes!
Kazuma:
With notes?
Gossip:
L-Like I said, that was... That wasn't me!
De Rossi:
I was curious why this-a man with the dirty clothes had so much-a money. So I looked at-a the name on the papers.
Ryunosuke:
And what name was written? 'Mr Gossip'?
De Rossi:
No no, this-a man, he lies! He tells you that he has-a no name... ...but in fact his-a name is Hugh Boone, uh? Is better than Mr Gossip, I think, si?
Gossip:
NOOOOOOOOO!
I'm a pedlar of titbits of information, like I said. On Fresno Street. And that's that. I, I don't much like folk talking about my personal life.
Judge:
Hmmm, indeed... And it is not the intention of the court to invade the privacy of witnesses. Very well, I shall respect your wishes, sir. The aforementioned name shall be redacted from all court records of this trial. Assuming no objections?
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
I'm sorry, My Lord, but the defence does object. Because the name just mentioned has a very deep significance to this case!
Judge:
Good gracious! Do, do you similarly object, Prosecutor Asogi?
Kazuma:
As it happens, My Lord...that particular name has already been mentioned during today's proceedings.
Judge:
Well I never! In what capacity?
Susato:
Hugh Boone... The name of the leaseholder of the room!
Ryunosuke:
Let me put this very simply! The victim's body was discovered...in your rented room!
Gossip:
.........
Kazuma:
I suggest, sir...that you start talking!
Gossip:
Well...alright... ...I suppose that might be the case, aye.
Ryunosuke:
So your real name is Hugh Boone?
Boone:
......... Well just between uz...I don't like to blow me own trumpet, but there's no finer pedlar of titbits in town. So aye, I happen to be able to afford a grubby little room in a falling-down backstreet townhouse.
Judge:
You do?
Boone:
And once every six months, I go and pay the rent to the agent on Lime Street. Aye, I remember now. There were two vulgar red-heads in there last time.
De Rossi:
Ay? If either of us is-a vulgar, is not-a me!
De Rousseau:
Sink again, Peppino.
Kazuma:
Why didn't you bring this up before?
Boone:
It's like I told you already... ...I don't like talking about my personal life. I'm a titbit pedlar as far as everyone else is concerned. No fuss.
Judge:
You will update your testimony to include this most surprising revelation...Mr Boone.
Boone:
......... If I must.
Kazuma:
So the leaseholder Scotland Yard has been looking for since the body was discovered... ...has been here under our noses all along.
Changes statement from "I never leave Fresno Street, alright? I've no interest in any Red-Headed League." to "Aye, I rent the room where that fella was found, it's true. For what difference it makes."
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Gossip:
As it happens, after I sold Sandwich that little titbit about the Red-Headed League... ...he went and got himself some red paint from somewhere. God only knows where, mind. But just between uz...he didn't have the gumption to dunk his head in it.
Boone:
Aye, I rent the room where that fella was found, it's true. For what difference it makes.
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
So...you live in that room presumably, do you?
Boone:
No, I don't live there! What do you think? There's no bed, is there? Just a desk.
Ryunosuke:
Then...why would you want to rent it?
Boone:
Well, I...I don't think I should have to say, really.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
Then how about the noticeboard in there? Which was covered from top to bottom in confidential documents only the police should have had access to.
Boone:
Ah...no...that board's not mine. The inspector must have brought it along. It's only the other bits and bobs that belong to me. The desk and the chair and that.
Ryunosuke:
Um...people don't generally carry enormous noticeboards around with them... The real question is...why was Inspector Gregson killed there, in your room?
Boone:
......... Well obviously, I've not the faintest idea. I mean, it's causing me no end of bother, to be honest.
Susato:
I [sic] seems to me that Mr Gossip- Sorry, Mr Boone... ...would rather as little is known about his room as possible for some reason.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it does come across that way. And more importantly... ...knowing that the scene of the crime is actually his room completely changes things. In particular, there's one part of his testimony that's really bothering me now.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(That's how I'm finally going to undo this man...)
Gossip/Boone:
I'm all alone in the world, me. I've no kinfolk or nothing. Why would I be involved in something like that?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
You mean you have no family?
Gossip/Boone:
No, none at all. So I spend my days on Fresno Street peddling titbits to passers-by... ...hoping - just between uz, this is - that eventually, someone else with lips like mine will come along.
De Rossi:
I don't-a think so.
Gossip/Boone:
You may be right.
Ryunosuke:
Anyway, that mark on your neck is just too much of a coincidence for us to ignore.
Gossip/Boone:
Well what's a fella to do then, eh? If you don't believe me, we're at an impasse. And there's nothing I can do but flick me lip.
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like I'm not going to get anywhere here unless I can produce some proof.)
Gossip/Boone:
You're basically saying I got dressed up and posed as some fancy inspector, aren't you? Well, it's beyond me how you think I could do that.
Present Framed Photograph (after pursuing Fabien de Rousseau correctly)
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Leads to:
"If you have no 'kinfolk' as you put it..."
Gossip/Boone:
Just look at me, eh. Doz it look like I could carry off a disguise with a face like this?
Press
Ryunosuke:
Hold it!
Ryunosuke:
Maybe you could! Say...with a moustache! Or a beard to cover up that lip!
Gossip/Boone:
Aye, perhaps. But if I was going to stick some fake facial hair on to cover up this fine specimen... ...I'd end up looking like His Lordship over there, wouldn't I?
Judge:
......... ...Pardon? I, I assure you my lips are entirely unremarkable! And I would ask you not to cast such scrutinising looks in my direction, Counsel!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Sorry...My Lord. (My imagination got the better of me there.)
Susato:
Well, Inspector Gregson did wear a moustache, of course.
Ryunosuke:
You're right! He did! So...perhaps he was hiding something himself...
Kazuma:
He could barely have hidden a crumb in a moustache of that size.
De Rousseau:
And anyway, ze detective we spoke wiz 'ad no facial 'air at all.
De Rossi:
Si, si, the capo is-a right. He was-a clean shaven.
Judge:
Hmmm... It certainly seems beyond the realms of possibility that this witness could have disguised himself as the victim.
Gossip/Boone:
Aye, it doz and it is!
Before pursuing Fabien de Rousseau correctly
Ryunosuke:
(That's the extent of their testimony, is it?)
Susato:
What's your feeling, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, what Mr Gossip says is undeniable: It would be all but impossible to hide those lips with any form of disguise.
Susato:
Perhaps, yes... But nevertheless, the mark around his neck is equally undeniable. And it's identical to the one that Mr de Rossi suffered.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's true... (But why does this whole disguise idea just keep playing on my mind...?)
After pursuing Fabien de Rousseau correctly
Ryunosuke:
(That's the extent of their testimony, is it?)
Susato:
What's your feeling, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Well, what Mr Boone says is undeniable: It would be all but impossible to hide those lips with any form of disguise.
Susato:
Perhaps, yes... But nevertheless, the mark around his neck is equally undeniable. And it's identical to the one that Mr de Rossi suffered.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's true... (But why does this whole disguise idea just keep playing on my mind...?)
Ryunosuke:
If you have no 'kinfolk' as you put it... ...then explain why it is that among the sparce furnishings, we found this photograph in the room?
Boone:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
I presume, as you've been renting the room, that this photograph belongs to you, does it not?
Boone:
Oh, um...well...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Boone, drop the pretence...and tell the court exactly who you really are!
Boone:
I, I don't know what...what you mean. I'm a pedlar! I, I keep telling you so! You really don't need to bother with me. Please, just...just leave it alone!
Kazuma:
As the man says... ...leave it alone. Whatever the truth is about this man's life, it has no bearing on this case. Because it's simply not possible that he impersonated Inspector Gregson!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
How can you be so sure?
Kazuma:
Just look at the man! No amount of disguise could ever hide those unmissable features!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
But what if...we were to look at this the other way around?
Kazuma:
What do you mean?
Judge:
Yes, Counsel, what do you mean?
Ryunosuke:
Well...there's no denying that Mr Boone's lip is very prominent indeed. But consider the possibility...that his prominent lip is itself part of an elaborate disguise!
Boone:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Then hiding that prominent feature - in other words revealing his true face... ...would make an utterly impenetrable disguise! Wouldn't you agree...Mr Hugh Boone?
Boone:
Aaah... AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
Good- Witness! Are you still hiding the truth from this court?!
Boone:
.........
Susato:
If, if that's a disguise, then... ...underneath it, his true identity must be...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right. There's really only one person he could really be. My Lord! The defence believes it can reveal Mr Boone's true identity to the court!
Boone:
No... Please...no...
Judge:
Very well then, Counsel... What is the true identity of this pedlar who goes simply by the name of 'Gossip' on the street?
Present Daley Vigil profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Your real name...is actually Mr Vigil, isn't it?"
Present Gossip profile
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
This is the person that lies beneath the disguise, you say?
Ryunosuke:
Without question, My Lord!
Judge:
But...would it therefore not be the case... ...that those lips are no disguise at all?
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAH! Ugh...I walked right into that one, didn't I?
Susato:
I'm afraid so. And I really can't sympathise.
Ryunosuke:
(I can't help being a little curious about how it would feel to have a lip like that, actually...)
Susato:
Don't dig yourself in any deeper now, Mr Naruhodo.
Leads back to:
"Very well then, Counsel..."
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Judge:
Heavens above! That's, that's who's hiding under this man's disguise, you say?!
Ryunosuke:
It's really not much of an exaggeration to say... ...that anybody could be Mr Gossip just by attaching that enormous bottom lip!
Kazuma:
Objection!
Kazuma:
If that's what you think... ...then why don't you put on some fake lips and try living as a street pedlar yourself?!
Ryunosuke:
GAAAAAAAAAH! Ugh...I walked right into that one, didn't I?
Susato:
I'm afraid so. And I really can't sympathise.
Ryunosuke:
(I can't help being a little curious about how it would feel to have a lip like that, actually...)
Susato:
Don't dig yourself in any deeper now, Mr Naruhodo.
Leads back to:
"Very well then, Counsel..."
Ryunosuke:
Your real name...is actually Mr Vigil, isn't it? Mr Daley Vigil.
Boone:
YAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Judge:
I don't recall that name, Counsel. Who is this Mr Vigil?
Ryunosuke:
It's a name I encountered yesterday, My Lord. It has to do with a certain client of Mr Herlock Sholmes. A young gentlewoman came to the detective asking him to locate her missing husband. The woman in this photograph, in fact. This is Mrs Vigil.
Kazuma:
W-What?
Ryunosuke:
From what I understand, you haven't returned home since the night before the inspector was found dead.
Boone:
Erm...
Ryunosuke:
But of course on that night, you were being held captive by the two Red-Headed League men.
Kazuma:
And last night, you were put up by the prosecution service in preparation for testifying in this trial. Because we'd been led to believe that you, Miss Venus and Mr Sandwich were all homeless. Being important witnesses in this case, we needed to know where we could find you, of course.
Ryunosuke:
And that explains why you've not only been unable to return home, but also unable to contact your wife... ...who's been beside herself with worry, waiting for you at the Vigil residence.
Boone:
Now, now just you hold on a minute! I don't have the first idea-
Ryunosuke:
What I'm talking about? Really?
Boone:
...!
Ryunosuke:
It's a simple enough matter to confirm my suspicions! All we have to do is pull off that disguise!
Boone:
N-No... Please!
Judge:
Bailiff! Bring soap, a sponge and a washbowl at once! Mr de Rousseau and Mr de Rossi, you will restrain the witness!
Oui, My Lord!
Si, My Lord!
Boone:
UWAAAAAAAAAGH!
N-No... Stop... Get off... Please...
DOOOOOOOOOOOON'T!!!
.........
Judge:
Well... ...we are now seeing your true features, I presume?
.........
Kazuma:
Lift your head, sir. So the court can see your face.
.........
Judge:
It would appear that the defence counsel's assertion was entirely correct. This has all been a very elaborate deception. So, witnesses, tell the court: have you seen this man before?
De Rousseau:
I, I don't believe it, but...
De Rossi:
Si, there is-a no question. This is-a the inspector we saw in the park!
Judge:
Extraordinary!
Ryunosuke:
On the day of the Red-Headed League enrolment... ...the man claiming to be Inspector Gregson who appeared before Mr de Rousseau and Mr de Rossi in the park...
Kazuma:
...Was you, disguised as the inspector! Or rather... ...was you posing as the inspector in no disguise at all!
Vigil:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil was formerly employed as the chief warder at Barclay Prison.
Judge:
The chief warder? Then your career had promise. Why, you would quite possibly have become the future governor of the prison. What on earth have you been doing peddling tittle-tattle on Fresno Street?
Ryunosuke:
Well, it's been ten years since Mr Vigil worked at the prison.
Kazuma:
Ten years?
Vigil:
......... I'm...I'm really dreadfully sorry about all of this. Yes, it's true... I am Daley Vigil.
Kazuma:
And you were the chief warder at Barclay Prison ten years ago...? ......... So where did Mr Hugh Boone come from?
Vigil:
Boone is...the other me. It's a name I invented.
Judge:
Well...evidently there is a great deal under the surface here.
Vigil:
I'll...explain everything. I'll tell you just how wretched my life has become.
Vigil:
As you say, it was ten years ago now that my employment as Barclay's chief warder came to an end. Having left the prison service, I searched for some new occupation by which to earn a wage. But times were hard in London, and I found no suitable engagements at all. In desperation one day, I turned my hand at selling wares on Fresno Street.
Ryunosuke:
But your wife appears to know nothing of this. She still maintains that you are the chief warder at Barclay Prison.
Vigil:
I was utterly determined that my wife should not know of my failings. Which is why I've never told her. I opened an account at the bank under the name of Hugh Boone... ...and I rented the cheapest room I could find on Fresno Street.
Ryunosuke:
The scene of the very crime we're investigating.
Vigil:
...Yes, that's right. A place from which I could emerge every morning at eight as a squalid pedlar... ...and transform myself back every evening at five into a well-dressed man about town before returning home. That quickly became my daily routine.
Kazuma:
I was puzzled by the lack of furniture in the room... ...but that explains it.
Ryunosuke:
But why on earth didn't you just tell us this in the first place?
Vigil:
I have a wife, sir. And two sons. And without wishing to sound self-conceited, they regard me with some pride. I...couldn't bring myself to disappoint them.
Ryunosuke:
So instead you decided to conceal your occupation from them?
Vigil:
...Yes. I've made such a terrible mess of everything...
Kazuma:
Still, one thing doesn't add up. No matter how many 'titbits' of information you could sell to passing gentlemen, even at sixpence a piece... ...you couldn't hope to match the salary you must have commanded as chief warder at the prison.
Judge:
Very true. To have kept your family in comfort, despite ten years of somewhat misbegotten employment...
Vigil:
......... That was all thanks to Inspector Gregson.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? Inspector Gregson?! What on earth...?
Vigil:
It was some years after I'd invented Boone and begun my other life as a street seller. He - the inspector, that is - recognised me one day.
Judge:
Do you mean to say...the victim was an acquaintance of yours?!
Vigil:
I knew him from my time working at the prison. When he saw what I'd become, he...was deeply troubled for me and my family. And from that day forward, he visited me on Fresno Street with increasing regularity. Then one day...he asked me if I would carry out a secret assignment for him.
Ryunosuke:
A, a secret...?! What was it?!
Vigil:
I was to...impersonate the inspector.
Kazuma:
What?! Impersonate him?!
Vigil:
We always met in that little room so the inspector could brief me. 'Visit Orczy's tomorrow and take a statement from the proprietress.' It was always something along those lines. Surveillance work, interviewing people... On those occasions, he would lend me his identification so people would believe who I was. My instructions were to make an impression. To let people know that Inspector Gregson had been at work. And for those services, he compensated me financially.
Judge:
A Scotland Yard inspector willingly relinquished his identification into your care with intent to deceive?! That - as I'm sure I need not point out - is a very serious criminal offence.
Kazuma:
But why? What was the point of you impersonating him?
Vigil:
I...I truthfully do not know. All I can say... ...is that the inspector warned me on numerous occasions:
Gregson:
Now remember, Vigil. I need your solemn word. You don't blab about this to anyone, alright? Ever! Even if... Well, if I end up a croaker.
Vigil:
In time, he started to bring papers with him to the room as well. It became something of a second office for him.
Ryunosuke:
So...in fact... ...the person who declared himself to be Inspector Gregson at the park on Lime Street was really....
Vigil:
Yes. It was me. Acting on the inspector's orders. As usual, I removed my Boone disguise... ...and then went as instructed to the park, armed with the inspector's identification book. It never occurred to me...that the bruise on my neck might give me away.
.........
Kazuma:
Well... ...it would seem this confession completely destroys the defence's case.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Judge:
Explain yourself, Prosecutor Asogi.
Kazuma:
My learned friend's assertion was as follows: The victim was killed at another location on the day before his corpse was discovered... ...at the hands of these two Red-Headed League men when they imprisoned the inspector.
Vigil:
But no! That can't be! After all...it wasn't the inspector who went to the park that day; it was me!
Susato:
Oh goodness...
De Rousseau:
Finally, we 'ave clarity. We 'ad nothing to do wiz ze murder of ze inspector. And merci, monsieur de la défense...for proving it.
Ryunosuke:
Wha... AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Ordaaaaaar!!! Indeed it would appear that we have reached a de facto conclusion of sorts. These witnesses had no involvement in the murder of the victim... ...as proven, somewhat ironically, by the defence.
Ryunosuke:
Uuugh...
Judge:
I hereby call an end to the cross-examination.
???:
Hold it!
Kazuma:
Pardon me, My Lord, but with your permission... ...I would like to pose one further question to the witness.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...?
Judge:
What question, Counsel?
Kazuma:
It concerns the events of ten years ago. I believe you would have been present at a very significant execution that was carried out at the time.
Vigil:
Ten years ago...?
Ryunosuke:
...! (The execution of the Professor...Genshin Asogi!)
Kazuma:
I want to know...exactly what your involvement was.
Vigil:
Oh!
Kazuma:
Answer me, man!
Vigil:
...!
Judge:
One moment, Counsel! Is this related to the current case?
Kazuma:
......... Naturally. It is the prosecution's belief that this case and the events of ten years ago... ...are inextricably linked.
Judge:
Hmmm... Does the defence concur, Counsel?
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma... You're not yourself. You're not as calm and collected as usual.)
Susato:
Poor Kazuma-sama. No wonder he's acting this way. Mr Vigil's memories of what happened ten years ago... ...would tell the tale of Genshin Asogi's last moments. His own father...
Ryunosuke:
I know. I do understand that. (But even so...) Kazu- ...Prosecutor Asogi.
Kazuma:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Do you genuinely believe... ...that this question requires an answer in order to learn the truth behind Inspector Gregson's death?
Kazuma:
I need you to trust me. ...Please.
Ryunosuke:
......... Very well. Then the defence has no objection.
Judge:
...I see. In that case, you will answer the question, witness.
Vigil:
......... The, the truth is... ...I remember very little of that time.
Kazuma:
You've forgotten?!
Vigil:
I'm sorry to say, yes. As I said, I resigned from my role at the prison ten years ago. But for some peculiar reason...my memory of the events leading up to that moment is extremely hazy.
Kazuma:
.........
Susato:
Does that not strike you as strange, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Susato:
Well, ten years is a long time... ...but to have forgotten the reason why he left such an important job...
Ryunosuke:
Yes...you're right. (And not only that... ...Mr Vigil's claim contradicts what we already know.)
Kazuma:
The human spirit is a fragile thing. It's broken all too easily. Which is why... ...we have a tendency to wrap it up for protection.
Vigil:
Sorry? The, the human spirit...? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean.
Kazuma:
When we experience pain and suffering that we feel unable to bear... ...we block it out. Obliterate it from our memories. Seal it away. But it never truly leaves us. If the seal is broken, the memories resurface. And when they do...that fragile spirit may finally be crushed.
Vigil:
But, but I really don't...
Susato:
Kazuma-sama...
Kazuma:
But if it must be crushed, then so be it! Because the truth will not stay buried! It's coming out...one way or another!
Ryunosuke:
......... (Right... Now I understand. It's clear what his intentions are. He means to expose the truth...at any cost.)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Perhaps if I pointed out the contradiction in what Mr Vigil claimed earlier... ...it might cause some crucial memories to return to him. ...But should I? Should I present the evidence or not?)
Do it
Ryunosuke:
(I have no idea how this is going to go... ...but this is a court of law and I have a duty to pursue the truth!)
Leads to:
"Mr Vigil! I'd like you to look at this..."
Leave it
Ryunosuke:
(If it could genuinely crush the man's spirit... ...I can't be responsible for that. I don't have the right.)
Susato:
Kazuma-sama won't rest until he knows. And this is a court of law. Where nothing is more sacred than the pursuit of the truth.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Susato-san's right. I knew the risks when I took the decision to fight this trial. Whatever the consequences...I can't shy away from my responsibility now.)
Leads to:
"Mr Vigil! I'd like you to look at this..."
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil! I'd like you to look at this... Evidence that clearly contradicts your version of events!
Present Dismissal Notice
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Just a few moments ago, you made the following statement:"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
......... (No, this isn't it! What am I doing? There's no point deliberately trying to deceive myself. I've got to look this truth squarely in the eye!)
Vigil:
W-What do you mean to do? The way you're looking at me...
Ryunosuke:
(He claims that he resigned from his job at the prison all those years ago. But we have decisive evidence that says differently.) I'm sorry, I made a mistake. Allow me to present the evidence again.
Leads back to:
"Mr Vigil! I'd like you to look at this..."
Ryunosuke:
Just a few moments ago, you made the following statement: 'I resigned from my role at the prison ten years ago.'
Vigil:
Ah...well, yes...
Ryunosuke:
In other words, you claim to have left the post of chief warder of your own volition.
Vigil:
Well...yes, of course. ...Why?
Ryunosuke:
Tell me... ...do you remember seeing this document before?
Vigil:
No. No, I don't.
RYunosuke:
This is a dismissal notice ordering the immediate termination of a prison staff member's employment.
Kazuma:
A dismissal notice...?
Ryunosuke:
And the name on the notice...is yours, Mr Vigil.
Vigil:
Wha...? WHAT?! It's...it's...MINE?!
Kazuma:
So you didn't resign from the prison service at all. For some reason...you were dismissed as chief warder from Barclay.
Vigil:
No, there's...there's been some mistake. I'm...I'm sure... I'm sure I tendered my resignation! This dismissal notice is nonsense! ...Isn't...it?
Kazuma:
If you were forcibly dismissed, there must have been good reason. Clearly...you did something. Mr Vigil! It's time to break the seal and have you remember!
Vigil:
.........
Kazuma:
......... According to the few remaining records... ...the final execution that you supervised was on 17th June ten years ago. And on that day, something very serious took place at Barclay Prison.
Vigil:
The 17th...of June...
Ryunosuke:
Was, was that... ...the Professor's execution?
Vigil:
Pro...fessor...
Kazuma:
As you were the chief warder at the time, it stands to reason... ...that you would have been present throughout the proceedings.
Vigil:
It, it does...sound...familiar...
Kazuma:
And yet! That execution never took place! ...The convict, ostensibly executed earlier that day, later re-emerged from his grave...
Vigil:
The convict...came back to life...
Ryunosuke:
In the cemetery in the middle of the night. There was a witness.
Susato:
However, the witness claims that a moment after he saw the convict clambering out of his grave... ...a gunshot rang out from over his shoulder. And the bullet pierced the Professor's chest...killing him instantly. Those may have been the Professor's actual last moments.
Vigil:
Yeees... Yeeeeeesss...
Kazuma:
Seeing as you were in charge of overseeing executions at the time... ...you must know the truth about what really happened! It's in your head! Somewhere deep down!
Vigil:
.........
Kazuma:
Well...Chief Warder Daley Vigil? I know there are memories in your head that can explain what happened on 17th June ten years ago. And now it's time...for you to drag them up!
Vigil:
Agh... Aaaaaagh...
Ryunosuke:
Mr...Mr Vigil...?
Vigil:
......... .................. Yes... The whole prison... It was complete chaos... The prisoner escaped... He was killed...in the cemetery... The shocking news ripped through Barclay like a hurricane...
Ryunosuke:
Wha......... WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Judge:
O-Ordaaar! ...Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Do, do you mean to say, Mr Vigil... that your memories of the time have returned?
Vigil:
My head, it's... It's like some floodgates have been opened. The images... The screams...
Susato:
Oh...my goodness...
Vigil:
The papers... There...were reports... Articles...about a man who'd seen a ghost...
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Enoch Drebber.
Judge:
But, but surely those reports were exaggerated...
Vigil:
......... There were traces at the scene...
Susato:
Traces of what?
Vigil:
In Lowgate Cemetery...at plot number 139... Blood... Lots of blood... That's where the man was buried of course. Obviously...something terrible had happened there.
Judge:
The depths of conspiracy and depravity from which this tale is emerging are quite staggering.
Kazuma:
I've reviewed the police records from that time extensively. A thorough investigation was conducted by Scotland Yard... ...to ascertain how the convict managed to escape in the first place. And the conclusion reached by the investigating team was... ...that a member of the prison staff must have been involved.
Judge:
Are you suggesting... ...that a prison warder abetted the man's bid for freedom?!
Vigil:
Yes... Yes, and I...I was suspected of doing it. Of using that mass murderer's execution...as a way to help him escape...
Ryunosuke:
You did what?!
Vigil:
I remember now. The horror of it all is coming back to me. One evening a few days after the execution, some detectives came to the prison. I was called to the governor's office at the top of the watchtower.
I'm sorry, Daley, this is a serious business. But I cannae help you noo. As chief warder, you were responsible for overseeing the execution afore, eh? Well, it seems the fellas at Scotland Yard want to have a few wee words with you aboot it. You'd better pack your things, laddie. You're to attend in person.
Vigil:
As soon as he told me that,  my mind just went completely blank. And...and the next thing I knew, I...
(The Professor... The most hated killer in our country's history... And I let him escape. I'm finished... My life......is over!)
Vigil:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Judge:
Ordaaar! Ordaaar! Bailiff! Fetch a doctor at once! Court is adjourned for today with immediate effect!
So, with Mr Vigil's collapse, proceedings came to an abrupt end for the day... ...once again overshadowed by the legacy of that notorious killer, appearing like a cursed ghost ship on a foggy ocean. Lord van Zieks, Mr Vigil, Kazuma...and Gregson... All of them bound by invisible chains anchored to the same wreckage in the murky depths of the past. But the miraculous light that had been trying to cut through the gloom and shine on those tragic events... ...was playing on the edges of the truth at last.
To be continued...
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
That last statement was contradictory in a number of ways, I think you'll find!
Judge:
In a number of ways, you say?
Ryunosuke:
That's right, My Lord. In a number of ways!
Judge:
Perhaps it would serve you well to concentrate your efforts on one contradiction at a time, Counsel.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... I made a bit of a mess of that. In a number of ways, actually.)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
The witness's last statement is clearly contradictory when you consider this piece of evidence here! Yes! Undeniably!
Judge:
You say it's undeniable, Counsel, but I fail to see any contradiction here at all.
Ryunosuke:
......... I think perhaps that itself is the contradiction.
Judge:
...Indeed.
Ryunosuke:
(Ugh... Time for a rethink...)
Presenting wrong evidence during testimony
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Ryunosuke:
My Lord! There are clearly grounds for being suspicious of that last statement!
Judge:
I'm sorry, Counsel, but I fail to see why.
Ryunosuke:
Well, you know...I was just playing devil's advocate!
Judge:
...Yes. You do appear to have something of the devil in you, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
(Says the man merrily dishing out penalties...)
Pursue "Venus" incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Well, Miss Venus?! What do you say?
Venus:
I say that'll be six 'undred pennies.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Venus:
That's my banter on the street whenever anyone comes along.
Ryunosuke:
W-Well...this isn't Fresno Street.
Venus:
Tsk! Miser!
Pursue "Gossip" incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Gossip! Do you have something to say?
Gossip:
I do as it happens! Your timing's perfect. I've just got wind of a juicy tale that'll be right up your snicket. You don't want to let this one slip by, I tell ya. And sixpence is all I ask...
Ryunosuke:
...Maybe try Prosecutor Asogi instead.
Kazuma:
I don't want your gossip, Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Pursue "Sandwich" incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sandwich! Do you perhaps have something to fill us in with?
Sandwich:
A w-wise philosopher once said that p-people are nothing more than mindless signposts.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sandwich:
Which means... ...that signposts are n-nothing more than mindless people...if you think about it.
Ryunosuke:
......... Perhaps mind less about philosophy and mind more about the proceedings?
Pursue Fabien de Rousseau incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr de Rousseau! Is something wrong?
De Rousseau:
I was just considering something.
Ryunosuke:
About the testimony? Did something that was just said jar with you?
De Rousseau:
Non. I was considering my next cunning plan.
De Rossi:
Fantastico, capo! The Hairlarious Brothers are-a gonna be back in action, ay?
De Rousseau:
I sink my next enterprise will be an exclusive club called...ze Four-Eyed League!
Ryunosuke:
...Kindly discuss your upcoming criminal activities once you're back in your cell.
Pursue Peppino de Rossi incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr de Rossi! Do you have something to say?
De Rossi:
Che? What?
Ryunosuke:
You looked as though you were thinking of something... whilst eating a mouthful of pasta.
De Rossi:
......... Ah, si. I was-a thinking... ...perhaps my hair is this-a colour because I eat too much Bolognese sauce.
Ryunosuke:
...No comment.
Pursue "Hugh Boone" incorrectly during cross-examination
Ryunosuke:
'Scuse me!
Ryunosuke:
Mr Boone! Do you have something to say?
Boone:
I do as it happens! Your timing's perfect. I've just got wind of a juicy tale that'll be right up your snicket. You don't want to let this one slip by, I tell ya. And sixpence is all I ask...
Ryunosuke:
...Maybe try Prosecutor Asogi instead.
Kazuma:
I don't want your gossip, Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Too many penalties
Judge:
That will do! I believe I have heard quite enough evidence to form an unbiased opinion. As this is a closed trial, the findings of this court will not be disclosed to the public. However, this will be the very last time the Reaper stands in this or any other courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
B-But, My Lord! Wait!
Judge:
Barok van Zieks, in accordance with the findings of this court, I pronounce you...
Guilty
Judge:
That is all. Court is adjourned!
\R
Twisted Karma and His Last Bow
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2nd November, 3:38 p.m.
Sholmes's Suite
Ryunosuke:
I still can't quite believe what just happened.
Susato:
I know. I enquired with the bailiff after the court session was adjourned... ...and it seems Mr Vigil was taken to hospital to recover.
Ryunosuke:
Right...
Ten years ago now... ...Mr Vigil attempted to commit suicide by jumping out of the window of the prison governor's office. But ever since then...he's completely blocked the memory of those events from his mind. Nobody knew his secret. Not his family. Not even the man himself. But I...I forced it out into the open. Was it wrong of me to do that? Did I overstep the mark, I wonder...?
???:
Ruuunooo!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Iris...
Iris:
You were miles away! Anyway, I've brewed a fresh pot of soothing tea for you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, thank you.
Iris:
You and Susie have had an exhausting day so far, haven't you?
Susato:
Oh! ......... Thank you, Iris. How thoughtful of you.
Ryunosuke:
Do you happen to know where Mr Sholmes is? When we came out of the courtroom back into the defendants' antechamber, he'd disappeared.
Iris:
Oh...no, I don't know. He just suddenly sprang to his feet and left. All he said was, 'I must leave.'
Susato:
I wonder if he's pursuing the mystery of Inspector Gregson's death...
Iris:
......... Well, you know what Hurley's always saying, don't you? 'There are mysteries in this world that should perhaps never be solved.'
Ryunosuke:
...!
Iris:
'For the construction of a solution comes only at the expense of the destruction of something else...'
Ryunosuke:
(What does that mean...?)
Iris:
He knows very well that when you open someone else's old wounds, you often open your own, too. But he just can't take his own advice and leave well alone. Solving mysteries is too important to him.
Ryunosuke:
That's so true.
Iris:
But that's what I like about Hurley, after all!
Ryunosuke:
(I suppose that's the lot of a great detective in some ways...)
Iris:
So then... ...let's have tea and then I'll give you a hand!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Do you have time, Iris?
Iris:
Yes, I've finished this month's manuscript at last. With barely a day to spare before the deadline!
Susato:
Oh, I'm so looking forward to it. A brand new story to read in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'!
Iris:
You know, I always hide Hurley's violin in the days before I have a deadline.
Ryunosuke:
You, you do? (Poor Mr Sholmes...)
Susato:
I'm sure that's very wise, Iris. How sensible of you!
Iris:
Now then, my dear fellows, let's make a plan of action before we continue our investigation!
Converse
This morning's trial
Iris:
So, how did it go in court this morning?
Ryunosuke:
Well, we still don't know the truth about what really happened, but one thing's increasingly clear: Lord van Zieks definitely didn't do it.
Iris:
Oh, goodie!
Susato:
Yes, that's right. We managed to uncover several new facts as well!
Iris:
Oh! Really?
Ryunosuke:
And...there was another development, too. (Kazuma.)
Susato:
Yes, it's quite clear now... ...that Kazuma-sama is not himself. The way he's acting, it's almost as if he's...possessed.
Ryunosuke:
I know. I mean, at the end of the proceedings earlier... ...he was like a bloodhound the way he was chasing down Mr Vigil's forgotten past. (He's not normally so mercilessly persistent.)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(What's going on in his head, I wonder. I really need to sit down with Kazuma and try to understand what he's going through...)
The Reaper's innocence
Ryunosuke:
If Gregson was really murdered the day before his body was discovered... ...then Lord van Zieks has to be innocent, you see.
Iris:
What?! The day before? Well that should be easy enough to work out just by examining the corpse, surely?
Susato:
Yes, you would expect so. But curiously... ...no time of death was included in the autopsy report.
Iris:
Hm, that is curious.
Ryunosuke:
There are still unanswered questions about Lord van Zieks, though, aren't there?
Susato:
Ah, do you mean...?
Ryunosuke:
I mean what was he doing there on Fresno Street that day in the first place?
Susato:
Well according to the man's testimony... ...he said he was investigating Inspector Gregson, didn't he?
Ryunosuke:
And it turns out that little room was actually the inspector's secret office...
Iris:
Ooh, that sounds like it has all the makings of a wonderfully devilish plot!
Ryunosuke:
But then why was that noticeboard in there covered in all those particular papers? Papers about cases with a link to the Reaper. ...I'm starting to get a bad feeling about all this.
Iris:
Oh dear... That sounds more like something horribly devilish...
Susato:
We must start by looking into Inspector Gregson's movements of late!
Gregson's movements (appears after "The Reaper's innocence")
Ryunosuke:
I never imagined I might have to be investigating an inspector's movements.
Susato:
Well, according to the entry in his diary... ...he was carrying out an incognito investigation of the Red-Headed League the day before his death.
Iris:
Oh! You, you mean he was doing the same as Hurley?
Ryunosuke:
Well...Mr Sholmes was trying to apply, whereas the inspector was supposed to be investigating.
Susato:
I do wish it had been the other way around...
Ryunosuke:
...Anyway, as it turns out, the inspector who went to investigate the Red-Headed League that day... ...wasn't actually Gregson at all. It was Mr Vigil, in possession of Gregson's identification.
Iris:
Hm, you know what that sounds like to me? Establishing an alibi.
Susato:
Oh my! Yes, you're absolutely right, Iris!
Ryunosuke:
But...why would Gregson need an alibi?
Susato:
It would appear that the inspector... ...had something to do that he wished to keep secret.
Iris:
I don't believe it... I, I always thought he was just a harmless lover of fish and chips...
Ryunosuke:
But perhaps they were seasoned with something a little more potent than salt and vinegar...
Susato:
I think perhaps...we should try to move away from food analogies?
Ryunosuke:
...Well anyway, if Lord van Zieks felt the need to investigate Gregson...
Susato:
Yes, I agree. We must try to find out what he knows.
Mr Vigil's condition
Iris:
Vigil, you say? Isn't that the name of the lady who came to visit Hurley yesterday?
Susato:
That's right. To ask Mr Sholmes if he would help her to find her missing husband.
Ryunosuke:
Only Mr Sholmes completely passed the buck to us. ...Actually, didn't you say that Mr Vigil had been taken to hospital? Do you know which one?
Susato:
Ah, it's St Synner's.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm starting to wonder if all the other hospitals in London have closed down...
Iris:
But that's amazing, Runo! You've found the lady's husband already!
Ryunosuke:
Well...I suppose I have. By accident.
Susato:
And ten years ago, while Mr Vigil was the chief warder at the prison... ...he was responsible for overseeing the Professor's incarceration.
Iris:
No!
Ryunosuke:
So when the convict escaped, he was held responsible and immediately dismissed.
Iris:
Ugh...sometimes I really don't want to grow up.
Ryunosuke:
There's more. For ten years after that... ...while he was ostensibly working as a pedlar, he also had another secret job. He was paid by Gregson to be his stand-in. To impersonate the inspector.
Iris:
To impersonate Gregsy?! But, but why?
Ryunosuke:
...I have absolutely no idea.
Iris:
Ugh...Ginny was right. I'm starting to think all adults are up to no good now. Including you, Runo.
Ryunosuke:
...I haven't paid anyone to impersonate me.
Susato:
That means he has ties to the Professor and to Inspector Gregson, though. So I do think we ought to pay a visit to Mr Vigil, don't you?
Ryunosuke:
(Back to St Synner's, then...)
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Iris, have you seen this?
Iris:
Your armband? The symbol of a defence lawyer in Japan? Runo, you've shown that to me dozens of times.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...have I? The thing is, I just feel wrong if I don't have it on my arm, you know.
Iris:
Well if you ask me, I think you should try wearing something different every now and then.
Ryunosuke:
Oh really? Like what?
Iris:
Well...I could make something for you, if you like? How about a band that squeezes your arm when the person you're talking to tells a lie?
Ryunosuke:
...I'll keep a space free on my left arm, then.
Red-Headed League Article
Iris:
I thought it was strange, you know. When Hurley suddenly decided to turn his hair red like that, I mean.
Ryunosuke:
You mean, he didn't tell you why? He didn't mention the Red-Headed League to you?
Iris:
I'll bet it's because he wanted to keep that four pounds a week all for himself.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, I see. Because your hair has a reddish hue too, you mean? Right...
Iris:
Anyway, at least I have a good starting point for next month's instalment now!
Ryunosuke:
(Iris must be the only person who's actually going to manage to benefit from this whole sorry affair...)
Red Hairpiece
Iris:
Oh...this looks like it's made from real human hair.
Ryunosuke:
I thought it might be.
Iris:
Yes, people will pay money for long hair that's in good condition. Hurley once offered his hair up for sale, you know. He grew it right down to his shoulders.
Ryunosuke:
Really?! How much did he make?
Iris:
No one would buy it.
Ryunosuke:
Oh.
Iris:
He was told it was 'unruly' apparently.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh. Maybe I'd better give up on the idea as well, then.)
Autopsy Report, Photograph of the Victim, Gregson's Pocket Watch, or Inspector's Identification
Ryunosuke:
Um, Iris, about this...
Iris:
...! .........
Ryunosuke:
(Oh no! What was I thinking? Why on earth did I show her that?)
Iris:
Poor Gregsy...
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Iris, have a look at this...
Iris:
That's not right. I thought you were supposed to say 'Objection!' or the like when you present evidence?
Ryunosuke:
No no. That's only in court.
Iris:
That's not fair! If you won't say it, then I won't look! Hmph!
Ryunosuke:
Objection!
Iris:
Yay! That was great! Right...next!
Ryunosuke:
(Alright, I get the message. Someone's not in the mood for looking at things...)
After clearing all Converse options:
Iris:
Well, I think it's clear what we need to do, isn't it? Let us investigate, my dear fellows!
Susato:
Oh, Iris! You're even more enthusiastic than usual today.
Iris:
If anyone has anything to hide, my special Wilson Shooting Iron will soon set them straight!
Ryunosuke:
...That...water pistol?
Iris:
It's stuffed full of a piping-hot extra-special blend of mine!
Susato:
Then I'm quite sure it will be very effective.
Ryunosuke:
(...I'd better be careful not to hide anything.) Well...it feels a little strange that Mr Sholmes is nowhere to be seen, but still... ...let's go and see what we can find out!
Yes!
2nd November
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Converse
What to do
Susato:
Are you alright, Mr Naruhodo? It's rather unusual to find ourselves here in the middle of our investigations...
Ryunosuke:
It's, it's just occurred to me that I might have forgotten something when we left this morning.
Susato:
Please don't worry. As long as you continue to investigate thoroughly, you won't go far wrong!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Yes, of course! I must get back to work as soon as possible!
2nd November
British Supreme Court, Lord Chief Justice's Office
Stronghart:
No arguments, Prosecutor Asogi. You will continue with the trial exactly as I instructed. Is that clear?
Kazuma:
...Perfectly.
Susato:
It's Kazuma-sama!
Ryunosuke:
Defying Lord Stronghart, by the sound of it. He never did know when to back down.
Stronghart:
On your way now, Asogi.
Kazuma:
...My Lord. .........
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma... (He left without saying a word...)
Stronghart:
Yes? What are you doing here?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Um...well, erm...I was just hoping to ask you a few questions, if you wouldn't mind.
Stronghart:
I wanted van Zieks's trial concluded today. But Prosecutor Asogi's unwelcome inquiries are going to make it take longer than necessary.
Ryunosuke:
Unwelcome inquiries...?
Stronghart:
As a result, I'm losing even more precious time. Currently two hours, fifty-five minutes and forty-one seconds. ...Forty-two...forty-three...
Susato:
Then we must resolve everything before three hours have passed, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
...In a miraculous not-even-five minutes? (Anyway, I can't let the man's obvious bad mood put me off... I need information!)
Converse
The Reaper
Ryunosuke:
Does Prosecutor Asogi believe...that Lord van Zieks is the Reaper?
Stronghart:
I wouldn't know. It was ten years ago, in that fateful closed trial, that Lord van Zieks made a name for himself among the judiciary. But the next trial he fought, he lost. It meant the ringleader of a criminal organisation was acquitted...thanks to all the jurors being under duress.
Ryunosuke:
But that's awful!
Stronghart:
The man's freedom was short-lived. He lasted just three days.
Susato:
Yes, let me see...he died in a rockslide at his place of work, I believe!
Stronghart:
Correct. That was the inauguration of the Reaper of the Bailey.
Ryunosuke:
And people believed Lord van Zieks was responsible?
Stronghart:
He was brought to trial himself. ...But it was shown to have been an accident.
Ryunosuke:
(So he must have had a solid alibi then.)
Stronghart:
Nevertheless, the mysterious deaths continued. In total, sixteen persons perished in unusual circumstances, ostensibly at the hand of the Reaper. ...That's a long run of coincidences.
Susato:
Well, the Reaper's true identity may well be revealed by this trial.
Stronghart:
And the impact that revelation would have on the British public cannot be understated.
Ryunosuke:
...Is that why it's a closed trial?
Stronghart:
Precisely.
Closed trial
Stronghart:
This country hasn't seen a closed trial for ten years.
Ryunosuke:
So the last one...was the Professor's? The trial of Genshin Asogi?
Stronghart:
Correct.
Ryunosuke:
Actually, we heard that originally... ...you were going to prosecute that trial yourself, Lord Stronghart.
Stronghart:
Van Zieks entreated me to relinquish the prosecution to him. That he might avenge his brother's death. And here we are, ten years later... ...with the son of the man van Zieks had condemned now looking to avenge his father's death in the same way.
Ryunosuke:
(They do say that what goes around comes around...)
Stronghart:
However, it would seem... ...that the new young prosecutor is harbouring some ulterior motive as well.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma is?
Stronghart:
I like my organisation to run smoothly, in the exact manner that I prescribe. As with the giant clock in here, I won't tolerate a single cog being out of step with the others!
Ryunosuke:
(Ah...so that's what all these gears are about in here...)
Stronghart:
If the young man refuses to mesh with the other parts of my great machine... ...I will be forced to take steps.
Ryunosuke:
What, what do you mean?
Stronghart:
......... Not something with which you need concern yourself. In any case, all your questions will be answered tomorrow.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Present
Armband
Stronghart:
Your defence lawyer's blazon? It clearly means a lot to you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes. It's a keepsake from my best friend as well as a symbol of what I'm trying to achieve.
Susato:
But that friend has returned to us now, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Well, until it's time to return this to him, I intend to keep wearing it proudly on my arm.
Susato:
But that friend is going to face you in court, Mr Naruhodo.
Stronghart:
...A complicated situation by the sound of it.
Red-Headed League Article
Ryunosuke:
Are you aware of the Red-Headed League, Lord Stronghart?
Stronghart:
No. I didn't read that advertisement.
Susato:
It seems they were trying to swindle red-heads.
Stronghart:
I see. Well...I suppose I would be in the White-Headed League, if anything.
Ryunosuke:
That sounds rather like an elderly gentlemen's club.
Stronghart:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Oops, I have a feeling... ...I might have made a bit of a faux pas there.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Stronghart:
Now, I shall have to ask you to excuse me. As of this moment, I've been delayed from attending my next meeting by precisely three hours.
Susato:
Oh my! That is a long time!
Stronghart:
And I hold you entirely responsible.
Ryunosuke:
(Even though we miraculously managed to fit everything into not-even-five minutes?) ......... Um, I wonder if you might agree... ...to us, um...talking with Prosecutor Asogi?
Stronghart:
Discussions between the defence and the prosecution outside of the courtroom are generally frowned upon. However, I will make an exception in this case. Now go! You can find him in his office.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Thank you!
Susato:
Let's go to see him at once, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma's my best friend in the world, but... ...I'm really not at all sure I know how to talk to him at the moment.)
2nd November
Local Prison, Cell 1
Susato:
...Lord van Zieks is reading, look.
Iris:
He doesn't seem like he wants visitors, does he?
Ryunosuke:
But he must have noticed that we're here, surely?
Van Zieks:
......... What do you Nipponese want?
Ryunosuke:
That's no way to greet the lawyer who's trying his hardest to prove your innocence, is it?
Van Zieks:
......... Perhaps not.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?!
Van Zieks:
I apologise. So, what can I do for you, Mr Naruhodo?
Susato:
Lord van Zieks...speaking earnestly!
Iris:
Oh, the fog will lift over London for the first time in months tomorrow!
Ryunosuke:
(This does feel very, very strange...)
Van Zieks:
......... I must say, I was impressed.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Well...thank you!
Van Zieks:
Not by you. By your fellow Nipponese. Your prosecutor friend.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...I see. Yes.
Van Zieks:
It's sardonic, don't you think? For a man such as me, so loathing of the Nipponese, to be entirely at the mercy of the two of you. I suppose... ...it's retribution for having played the part of the Reaper all these years.
Ryunosuke:
(Played the part...?)
Converse
The Reaper's identity
Ryunosuke:
You once told me that you gladly allowed people to believe you were the Reaper... ...because it helped reduce the amount of serious crime that took place in London.
Van Zieks:
If keeping quiet and playing the part benefits the cause - a cause I myself am committed to pursuing... ...then why would I choose to say anything?
Ryunosuke:
But the henchmen of a criminal killed by the Reaper attacked you only the other day. And that was just the most recent of many attempts on your life, wasn't it? Someone is clearly profiting from your silence about all this! Someone is using you!
Van Zieks:
......... Believe me, ever since the Reaper first appeared... ...I've been doing my utmost to expose him. Or rather...expose the organisation.
Susato:
Ah! It's a whole organisation?!
Van Zieks:
It's inconceivable that all those 'accidents' were orchestrated by one man. No, the Reaper always appears to have very accurate information about the accused in each case. Which can only mean... ...that somebody at Scotland Yard is involved.
Susato:
Someone at... You, you can't mean...?!
Van Zieks:
It's taken me many years, but I've finally identified the central figure in this Reaper organisation: ...Tobias Gregson.
Susato:
No... NOOOOOO!
Ryunosuke:
(Gregson! The Reaper?!)
Gregson's secret (appears after "The Reaper's identity")
Ryunosuke:
So...the reason you were investigating Inspector Gregson is because... ...you intended to expose him as the Reaper?!
Van Zieks:
As I said, the Reaper of the Bailey is no single person. It's a highly secret organisation with close ties to Scotland Yard. But there's no doubt that Gregson was a key member of that organisation.
Susato:
I, I don't believe it...
Iris:
Are you saying that Gregsy...? That he was behind all those awful criminals meeting their...?
Van Zieks:
Gregson didn't do the dirty work himself.
Susato:
Oh!
Van Zieks:
He was the tactician. His job was to covertly investigate the marks and plot their assassinations. In order to do that without arousing suspicion, he regularly needed a firm alibi.
Ryunosuke:
...Which is where Mr Vigil came in. Posing as the inspector...
Van Zieks:
Vigil knows nothing of the Reaper. But the room he rents on Fresno Street was almost certainly the headquarters of the operation. Gregson would have met the assassin there for briefings.
Ryunosuke:
So we don't actually know who carried out the killings, then?
Van Zieks:
...Actually, I do have a name.
Ryunosuke:
You... WHAT?!
Susato:
Well if you can name the man, you have the true identity of the Reaper already, then!
Van Zieks:
Or...if I can name the woman.
Susato:
Oh...
Van Zieks:
She's a young woman by the name of Asa Shinn.
Ryunosuke:
Wait... WHAAAT?! ('Shin'?!)
Miss Asa Shinn... The true name of a terrifying killer I know only too well. She came to Japan posing as a visiting student and murdered Dr John H. Wilson. Then, just when it seemed that diplomatic protection would help her escape Japan and conviction... ...the mysterious woman was herself murdered in a small summer beach hut. And that woman... was actually the Reaper of the Bailey?!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, this perhaps isn't the place to discuss...
Ryunosuke:
No. No, of course not. (We can't mention it here. The fact that she killed Dr John H. Wilson. Because Iris doesn't know and it's very likely that the man was her father.)
Iris:
...?
Susato:
Asa Shinn... I should let Father know at once!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I agree.
Prosecutor Asogi
Van Zieks:
Kazuma, isn't it? Kazuma Asogi. You say he's a friend of yours.
Ryunosuke:
My best friend. He's the whole reason I got to come to Britain. It was all on his merits. I have nothing but respect for him.
Van Zieks:
Yes, I understand that only the very best students are selected for such opportunities. And I had a fine demonstration of how sharp he is in the proceedings earlier today. He missed nothing. In fact, his flawless performance very much reminded me...of his father.
Ryunosuke:
(Genshin Asogi. The Professor...)
Van Zieks:
It's true that the aristocracy at the time was the root of numerous grave societal problems. They were abusing their power. Playing with the common man as pawns in politics...in economics...in war. In many ways, Asogi was carving out a canker from society that we British couldn't deal with ourselves.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, I... I see...
Van Zieks:
But that's precisely why it makes no sense. Klint van Zieks was a noble and upstanding man. He wasn't corrupt. Why did that damned Nipponese have to go and take my brother's life? ...In spite of having once saved mine.
Ryunosuke:
He saved your life? (How did that happen?)
Saving your life (appears after "Prosecutor Asogi")
Van Zieks:
It was ten years ago, on a foggy night. What was to be the Professor's final strike had...sent a wave of panic through the capital.
Ryunosuke:
(So Klint van Zieks had already been killed at this point, then.)
Van Zieks:
Genshin and I were walking down some back streets at a late hour. Of course, at that point, I had no idea of the true nature of the man at my side. All of a sudden...
Don't make a peep! You're comin' with us!
Van Zieks:
We were surrounded. All of our assailants were armed with pistols, their faces obscured by scarves. Klint was not only from noble heritage, he was a brilliant prosecutor as well. The scum of London hated the sight of him. And they had no sympathy for his younger brother, either. I'd been targeted several times before already.
...Yeah, it's van Zieks alright. We've got 'im!
Van Zieks:
I could hear them murmuring amongst themselves. I knew they were after me. But just when I thought my time had come...
...If I let them kill you, Klint would never forgive me.
Van Zieks:
It was Asogi's voice. Just a whisper in my ear.
*Bang!*
Van Zieks:
After that, I don't remember exactly what happened. The next thing I knew, there was silence all around. Genshin lay on the cobbled street. Blood was seeping from his left hand. He'd shielded me. Two days later...they arrested him. On suspicion of being London's most notorious mass murderer ever: the Professor.
Susato:
How awful for you...
Van Zieks:
All at once, I lost the brother I revered and the foreign friend I held in such high regard.
Ryunosuke:
I'm so sorry, Lord van Zieks...
Present
Anything else
Van Zieks:
What's that?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, it's just something I was hoping to ask your opinion about, that's all.
Van Zieks:
It's a serious crime for the defence to attempt to extract information from the prosecution by illegal means.
Ryunosuke:
...I think we have more of a defence and client relationship now...don't we?
After clearing all Converse options:
Van Zieks:
That's the end of my miserable tale. ...I never thought I'd recount it to anyone.
Ryunosuke:
Well, thank you...for confiding in me.
Susato:
The Professor, the Reaper and Inspector Gregson... I wonder just how intimately related they all are...
Ryunosuke:
I still can't quite believe that Gregson was essentially the Reaper. (Giving assassination orders to Jezaille Brett...)
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, let's go and inform my father! I'm sure our government will want to hear about this new information.
Iris:
Oh! That means I get to meet your daddy, Susie! Hurray!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, alright. (Let's head back to the Great Waterloo Hotel then!)
2nd November
Great Waterloo Hotel Foyer
Susato:
I thought it yesterday and I think it again today. This place is so...princely.
Ryunosuke:
It's a wild guess, but I have a feeling you'll think the same tomorrow, too.
Iris:
My tea has a finer fragrance than whatever they're serving in the tea room here though, wouldn't you say?
???:
Ah, look who we have here! This is an unexpected pleasure.
Susato:
Ah...Father!
Iris:
Ooh! Is this your daddy, Susie? How lovely!
Mikotoba:
...What a charming young lady. And you are...?
Mikotoba:
Ah, really? So you're the author of 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', are you?
Iris:
That's me! Iris Wilson, at your service, sir! Susie's been such a wonderful friend to me over the last year, you know!
Mikotoba:
Well, Miss Wilson... I must say I read your work regularly and with much interest.
Susato:
Iris actually lives with Mr Sholmes, you know, Father.
Mikotoba:
Is that so? Well, perhaps that goes some way to explaining that bright look in your eyes.
Iris:
Hee hee!
Ryunosuke:
(You wouldn't be smiling so airily if you knew just how bright she is, believe me.)
Mikotoba:
Now then, young Naruhodo. It was a pleasure seeing you in action earlier. As an invitee of the symposium, I was allowed to observe from the gallery. ...After I twisted some arms. And I must say, it was a truly exemplary performance!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Well...thank you very much. (Although I'm fairly sure you omitted 'by Kazuma' on the end there.)
Mikotoba:
No no no, please don't misunderstand! It was you who impressed me.
Ryunosuke:
Really?!
Mikotoba:
You didn't miss a step against Asogi. And we all know how capable he is. Really, to have matured into such a fine defence lawyer in less than a year is quite extraordinary.
Ryunosuke:
It's...very kind of you to say so. (And really nice to hear.)
Mikotoba:
What I saw in court today confirmed what I'd been hoping for. The favour I mentioned yesterday, Naruhodo. I trust you haven't forgotten?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! No, you...you did mention something, didn't you?
Susato:
But first! We have something to report, Father.
Mikotoba:
Of course, of course. Shall we take tea while we discuss matters further?
Ryunosuke:
(Hm... ...I wonder where Judge Jigoku has got to.)
Converse
About the Reaper
Susato:
Father, do you know about the so-called Reaper of the Bailey?
Mikotoba:
I've heard rumours. Some members of the judiciary explained it all to me yesterday. Of course, when I was a visitng student here in London, the Reaper was yet to emerge.
Ryunosuke:
(Right, he didn't appear until after that case when the visiting students had already returned home.)
Mikotoba:
Lord van Zieks who was in the dock today... That was Barok, the younger brother of Klint van Zieks, I believe.
Susato:
That's right. And he's known throughout London as the Reaper, as you've heard. But the truth is... ...it wasn't him behind all of those mysterious deaths. It was somebody else!
Mikotoba:
I see... So what you're saying is, there's been a professional killer at work here?
Ryunosuke:
Exactly. Someone by the name of Asa Shinn, in fact.
Mikotoba:
...I beg your pardon? Did, did you say...Asa Shinn?! You mean that Jezaille Brett woman who was responsible for killing my great friend?!
Iris:
Oh no! A friend of yours was killed?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Um...Professor Mikotoba, I think perhaps we shouldn't discuss this right now...
Mikotoba:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(Because the friend the professor is talking about is Dr John H. Wilson. And that's not something we want Iris to find out about. Not like this, anyway...)
Dr. Wilson's death (appears after "About the Reaper")
Susato:
...Ah! I've, I've just remembered something... Biscuits! This hotel...has the most delicious-looking biscuits!
Mikotoba:
That was rather out of the blue.
Ryunosuke:
...! (She's doing this deliberately.)
Susato:
I think I'll go and see if I can purchase some. I wonder...would you like to come too, Iris?
Iris:
Oh yes! You just try to leave me behind!
Mikotoba:
So that young girl... ...is called Iris Wilson, is she?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's right.
Mikotoba:
And she's the author of all those adventure stories starring the great detective Sholmes? But the name of the credited author isn't Iris, is it? It's Dr John H. Wilson.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I know. That's the name of her father, you see.
Mikotoba:
Her father? Dr John H. Wilson... I was deeply indebted to the man for all the kindness he showed me during my time in London. That's why I was keen to reciprocate and invite him to the Imperial Yumei University four years ago. .........
Ryunosuke:
But he was murdered last year...by Jezaille Brett. (Why? Why would the hand of the Reaper stretch all the way to Japan?) Iris knows nothing about that case. But it seems very likely that the victim, Dr Wilson, was her father.
Mikotoba:
Well...I can't say that we ever spoke about his family. So I don't know if he had a daughter or not. But I think I can say with some certainty...that he was never the great detective's partner.
Ryunosuke:
So...it could have been another Dr Wilson, you think?
Mikotoba:
Well...John and Wilson are both common names, after all. Still, it's probably best not to mention this to the young lady until we can be sure.
Ryunosuke:
...That's what we thought, yes.
Iris:
We're back! With cinnamon biscuits!
Ryunosuke:
Ooh! They smell delicious, Iris!
Iris:
I think cinnamon will go very well with the tea they serve here. Don't you, Susie?
Susato:
Yes. I'm sure you're right, Iris!
Judge Jigoku
Ryunosuke:
I haven't seen Judge Jigoku for a while, have you?
Jigoku:
Guilty! Hah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
(But that 'guilty' is still ringing in my ears...)
Mikotoba:
No, now you mention it, I haven't seen him since this morning, either. I suppose since the symposium's opening was postponed he'll have gone to explore at the Great Exhibition.
Susato:
That reminds me of something you mentioned yesterday. About Judge Jigoku having once been in the dock himself?
Mikotoba:
Ah yes... It was all tied up with that accursed trial.
Ryunosuke:
(The closed trial...of Kazuma's father...)
Mikotoba:
Seishiro was trying to mitigate Genshin's guilt, so he took to the stand to testify. But he...got a little carried away and, um...actually managed to break the witness stand.
Susato:
Oh my!
Mikotoba:
He also said some contemptuous words about the British Empire...for which he was charged.
Ryunosuke:
Oh dear... Although it's worryingly easy to imagine him doing that.
Mikotoba:
Well, it was all alright in the end. He was acquitted and we returned home to Japan together.
Susato:
Thank goodness!
Mikotoba:
Ah yes, talking of Seishiro... ...I have a copy of the photograph we all took together here yesterday. ...Please.
Susato:
Oh, what a lovely picture!
Ryunosuke:
It certainly seems to shout, 'We've arrived in Britain!'
The commemorative photograph has been entered into the Court Record.
Mikotoba:
None of us had any idea what was coming when we took that, did we?
Susato:
No... No, that's so true...
Judge Jigoku (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
I haven't seen Judge Jigoku for a while, have you?
Jigoku:
Guilty! Hah hah hah hah hah!
Ryunosuke:
(But that 'guilty' is still ringing in my ears...)
Mikotoba:
No, now you mention it, I haven't seen him since this morning, either. I suppose since the symposium's opening was postponed he'll have gone to explore at the Great Exhibition.
Susato:
That reminds me of something you mentioned yesterday. About Judge Jigoku having once been in the dock himself?
Mikotoba:
Ah yes... It was all tied up with that accursed trial.
Ryunosuke:
(The closed trial...of Kazuma's father...)
Mikotoba:
Seishiro was trying to mitigate Genshin's guilt, so he took to the stand to testify. But he...got a little carried away, and um...actually managed to break the witness stand.
Susato:
Oh my!
Seishiro:
He also said some contemptuous words about the British Empire...for which he was charged.
Ryunosuke:
Oh dear... Although it's worryingly easy to imagine him doing that.
Mikotoba:
Well, it was all alright in the end. He was acquitted and we returned home to Japan together.
Susato:
Thank goodness!
The favour
Ryunosuke:
So...you mentioned a favour that you'd like to ask me.
Mikotoba:
......... Well, this...fateful trial that you're fighting... One way or another, it will be over before long. And when it is, I'd like you to accompany me back to Japan.
Ryunosuke:
You want me to do...
Iris:
WHAAAT?!
Susato:
F-Father! What's the meaning of this?
Mikotoba:
Now, Susato, you should understand. You've seen how our courts work firsthand. Japan's judicial system is in its infancy. Especially when it comes to defence.
Susato:
Oh! You mean...?
Mikotoba:
The Supreme Court of Judicature is in desperate need of a good defence lawyer. As soon as possible. Really quite urgently, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
B-But...I've not even been in London a year yet!
Mikotoba:
I've read all of Susato's reports. I'm well aware of your extraordinary talents. And having seen you in action with my own eyes earlier today, there's no question: You, Naruhodo, are precisely the man our country needs.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Iris:
So...you'd be leaving then, Runo?
Susato:
But then...what am I supposed to do, Father?
Mikotoba:
......... You came here to serve as Asogi's judicial assistant.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Oh, yes...she's supposed to be Kazuma's assistant...)
Mikotoba:
Our government is still in the process of deciding how best to deal with his situation, though.
Susato:
.........
Mikotoba:
You've always chosen your own path, Susato. And I trust your judgement. ...In this matter also.
Susato:
Father!
Mikotoba:
Please, the pair of you... Don't look so downcast. It's merely a suggestion, you understand. A hope, if I'm honest. But I won't force you. All I ask is that you consider it, and come to a decision by the time this trial concludes.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...alright.
Iris:
You, you won't leave...will you, Runo?
Ryunosuke:
......... (The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Up until now, I've just been trying to do what I believed to be Kazuma's will. But it turns out that he's still alive, so... ...where does that leave me?)
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Look at this, Professor Mikotoba.
Mikotoba:
Ah...Kazuma's armband. He was wearing that when he left for Great Britain. How curious. It doesn't strike me at all as odd to see you wearing it. It rather suits you.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...
Mikotoba:
Are you intending to return it to him?
Ryunosuke:
Well, yes... I mean, it has his name on it. Now that we've found out he's alive, it doesn't make sense for me to keep it.
Mikotoba:
Well, if you ask me... ...I think Kazuma would be delighted to see you wearing it.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, I'd feel honoured if that were true.
Letter of Introduction
Ryunosuke:
Professor, thank you very much for this letter of introduction.
Mikotoba:
You're welcome. Only too pleased to help if I can. The words Easterner and Westerner mean nothing, really. If you spend time to get to know people... ...it soon becomes apparent that we're all just humans at the end of the day. Far more alike than most will admit.
Ryunosuke:
It would be wonderful if everybody saw it that way.
Mikotoba:
Sadly, not everybody can. We all have our failings, though. As I said, we're all human.
Ryunosuke:
(I see now why he's such a respected scholar. It's his magnanimous spirit.)
After clearing all Converse options:
Mikotoba:
Well...if you'll excuse me now. I need to telegram government ministers and the Japanese police with this information about Asa Shinn.
Susato:
Of course, Father. Thank you.
Mikotoba:
I look forward to next month's instalment, Miss Wilson.
Iris:
Oh good! And please, do come to Baker Street sometime, won't you? We'd love to entertain you!
Mikotoba:
I would be delighted. The best of luck for tomorrow, Naruhodo. And... ...give my suggestion your full consideration, won't you?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I will. (Going back home...?)
Susato:
You know, Kazuma-sama has always meant a great deal to my father. I'm sure he'd love the chance to meet with him and talk to him about all of this.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, no doubt...
???:
......... Asa Shinn... Of course! It's so obvious!
Sholmes:
How could I have neglected to consider the possibility before now?!
Ryunosuke:
Agh! M-Mr Sholmes!
Iris:
Hurley! Where have you been?
Sholmes:
Why, I joined you all for tea, of course. What an extraordinary question.
Susato:
I...didn't notice you at all.
Sholmes:
No matter, no matter! Anyway, to more pressing concerns. ...Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! ...Yes?
Sholmes:
I must dispatch a telegram to your country at once. It is a matter of much urgency.
Ryunosuke:
To...Japan, you mean?
Sholmes:
Tell me, to whom can I entrust the task? Quickly now! Who?
Susato:
Ah, well... ...my father has just now left to send a telegram to the Imperial Police Bureau of Japan himself.
Sholmes:
......... I see. Well, he looked reliable enough for a bearded fellow.
Susato:
...I don't think what Father sports could be considered a beard, Mr Sholmes...
Sholmes:
There's not a moment to lose! Kindly ask your trusty unshaven father to see this is sent!
Susato:
I, I will, but...what is it?
Sholmes:
No questions at this time, if you please, Miss Susato. All we can do is pray... ...that for once my deduction is awry.
Ryunosuke:
Doesn't that imply that your deductions are normally correct, Mr Sholmes? Which isn't exactly-
Sholmes:
Now then! You may be surprised to learn that I am a very busy man. I certainly have no time to hide behind settees and eavesdrop on other people's conversations.
Ryunosuke:
(So that's what 'joining us for tea' meant...)
Sholmes:
I leave the sending of this in your hands then, my dear fellows.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Wait a minute! Mr Sholmes!
Iris:
He just sort of ran off, didn't he? At quite a pace.
Ryunosuke:
And left the unpaid bill for his tea behind, too.
Susato:
I must catch up with Father at the telegraph office at once!
Iris:
And I'll run and call us a cab straight away!
Ryunosuke:
(And there was me thinking everyone would be clamouring to pay Mr Sholmes's bill...)
After clearing all Converse options in Great Waterloo Hotel Foyer:
2nd November
St Synner's Hospital, Ward 3
Susato:
This is the ward where Mr Vigil was brought, apparently.
Ryunosuke:
(To be frank, I'm a little worried about seeing him again.)
Vigil:
Ah. The lawyer. Hello again.
Susato:
Are, are you feeling better now, Mr Vigil?
Vigil:
Yes, thank you. Somewhat better.
Ryunosuke:
I'm so sorry to have caused you to... I mean, it was because of me. If I hadn't exposed your secret and forced you to remember things you'd obviously tried to forget...
Vigil:
......... The prosecutor was here until a few moments ago, too. You just missed him.
Ryunosuke:
Oh! (Kazuma beat us to it...)
Vigil:
He said much the same as you. He was very apologetic. But the truth is...I brought all this upon myself.
Ryunosuke:
Please, don't think like that...
Vigil:
Keeping it from Evie - my wife - all these years... I've carried such a sense of guilt. But that's not the worst of it. Over time...I obviously came to deceive myself as well.
Susato:
You mean...about your dismissal?
Vigil:
Looking back now... ...I'm beginning to think that perhaps Inspector Gregson didn't stumble across me by accident at all. I mean, he compensated me so generously for acting as his stand-in. He was clearly concerned for my wellbeing and... doing what he could to help.
Ryunosuke:
(So perhaps Gregson knew exactly what had become of Mr Vigil all along, then...)
Vigil:
I'm sure this is just deserts for ten years of lies and deception, but... ...it wasn't me that helped the Professor escape ten years ago! It wasn't me! I swear it! I swear it's true!
Susato:
Oh, Mr Vigil...
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure you'd rather not dredge up even more from your past at this time, but... ...if possible, could you tell us exactly what really happened?
Vigil:
......... I want to. I need to get all this off my chest. I just want someone to tell me what I should have done!
Examine
Notice on wall
Ryunosuke:
This notice caught my eye before, actually.
Susato:
I suppose it's some sort of slogan for the ward? A cheerful welcome message perhaps.
Ryunosuke:
Let's see... 'Pay with good cheer; leave with good cheer.' Well look at that! You were spot on, Miss Susato. It is full of 'cheer'.
Susato:
...I wonder how many discharged patients pay their medical bills with good cheer, though.
Ryunosuke:
......... Once I had to have a very painful injection when I fell ill with a cold. I felt awful already. So why did I have to suffer the sting of the injection as well as the bill? I yelled at the doctor.
Susato:
Oh dear...what terrible treatment.
Chart on left bed
Ryunosuke:
These must be the patient's treatment notes. Let's see... 'Tendency to jump from windows. Remember to place cushion at base of wall outside.' ...Aren't we a storey up from the ground here?
Susato:
Oh dear... Poor Mr Vigil.
Ryunosuke:
I can't help feeling that there's a better solution to the problem than a cushion, though... (Finding something you'd lost isn't always a happy experience, it turns out.) Pursuing the truth can be...a very dark business sometimes, can't it?
Susato:
Yes...I'm afraid it can.
Cabinet above left bed
Ryunosuke:
There are all sorts of medicines in this cabinet, look. I'm not sure if it's safe leaving them in reach of everyone like this.
Susato:
Yes, you're right. I can imagine if you were peckish, you might try some of the pills.
Ryunosuke:
...Well, at least there seems to be a little lock to secure the cabinet doors.
Susato:
I don't imagine that would stop you if you were hungry. I worry that you'd break the lock.
Ryunosuke:
...Hunger doesn't turn me into a criminal, you know, Miss Susato.
Chart on right bed
Ryunosuke:
Ah, patient treatment notes... What do these say, I wonder? 'Endlessly obliging.' I suppose that's referring to the patient in this bed.
Susato:
I would think so. And until Mr Vigil is a little more stable... ...it's probably just as well that he has a kindly person in the neighbouring bed.
Ryunosuke:
The 'endlessly' part is a little worrying though, isn't it? I mean, what if Mr Vigil suddenly declared that he'd like to take a trip out of the window? Would this endlessly obliging patient simply open it for him and say, 'Be my guest'?
Susato:
......... Let's check with the doctor later.
Crutches
Ryunosuke:
Ah look, a pair of crutches. Before we came to Britain, I hadn't realised they were used here as well.
Susato:
I imagine they were imported into Japan from Great Britain in the first place.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, so no one in all of Japan broke a leg before their arrival? Anyway, the sight of these things doesn't bring back good memories for me.
Susato:
Oh dear. Did you injure yourself once and need to use some?
Ryunosuke:
When I was little. I thought they looked fun, so I borrowed a pair to play with. But then I slipped and sprained my ankle.
Susato:
...I see.
Ryunosuke:
They contain powerful magic, those wooden staffs: the power to heal, and the power to harm!
Susato:
...I think a certain cheeky little boy managed to cause the harm all by himself.
Cabinet above right bed
Ryunosuke:
There are lots of bottles in that cabinet there, aren't there? Do you think it's safe to keep them there?
Susato:
Hee hee! If you were a patient here, I feel sure you'd take some medicine by mistake when you were half asleep!
Ryunosuke:
...That is a worry. But at least the cabinet has a lock, even if it's only a flimsy-looking one.
Susato:
Oh, I've no doubt you'd manage to unlock that somehow while you were half asleep as well.
Ryunosuke:
...There are limits even to what I can do when I'm half asleep, you know, Miss Susato.
Converse
Gregson's request
Vigil:
Inspector Gregson was obviously engaged in a special operation of some sort. He was investigating something that even Scotland Yard couldn't know about.
Ryunosuke:
(Details of the Reaper's marks, yes...)
Vigil:
It was when he had to carry out those investigations that I would take his identification and impersonate him.
Ryunosuke:
You'd pretend to be the inspector and carry out investigations on his behalf?
Vigil:
Oh no! Never! A common street pedlar couldn't possibly carry out a proper police investigation! All I would do is go to the specified location and make a little hoo-ha. Just something to leave an impression. So everyone there would think, 'A detective called Gregson was here.'
Susato:
So...that's what you were doing on the day prior to the incident?
Vigil:
Yes. He asked me to make an appearance at the park on Lime Street for the Red-Headed League event. So as usual, I flashed the inspector's identification around and was very vocal about my presence.
Iris:
But then you were taken prisoner! By those red-headed fraudsters.
Vigil:
Yes.
Ryunosuke:
So...you would always make a point of showing Gregson's identification and generally being loud?
Vigil:
That's what the inspector asked me to do, yes.
Iris:
Well that's one way of becoming a legendary detective, I suppose. ...Not a good one, though.
Vigil:
And as you know, I suffered this bruising around my neck at their hands. But the following day they kept their word and released me.
Ryunosuke:
Without returning the inspector's identification to you, however.
Vigil:
We had arranged to meet in the Fresno Street room at five that day so I could report back to the inspector. But at the agreed time, that's when I heard the gunshot.
The prison escape
Vigil:
It was at midnight on 17th June ten years ago. That was the time scheduled for the execution.
Ryunosuke:
But the Professor's execution never actually took place, did it?
Susato:
Or rather, the execution itself must have been used to effect the plan of escape. I hardly dare to imagine what a chilling plan it was...
Vigil:
Barclay was renowned for being the highest security prison in the country. Everything that went in or out of the place was searched multiple times. But...there was one notable exception. Or rather, one notable loophole. Something that was never questioned.
Ryunosuke:
I have a feeling I know what that loophole was now. The coffins into which the bodies of the executed convicts were placed, correct?
Vigil:
...Yes. Once the coroner had confirmed the death of a condemned convict... ...the body was taken in its coffin for immediate burial in Lowgate Cemetery just behind the prison. The chief warder first had to sign the necessary papers. And after that no member of staff was permitted to touch the coffin containing the body again.
Iris:
...!
Vigil:
When executions took place, only the executioner and the coroner were permitted inside the chamber. I would wait in the adjacent room for word that the condemned convict was dead. On that occasion, once I had that confirmation, I went into the mortuary to find a lone coffin, as usual. The procedure was that I would sign the paperwork having checked the coffin, then nail it shut. But for some reason that day, the coffin was already nailed shut.
Susato:
No!
Vigil:
I didn't think anything of it at the time. I assumed that my deputy must have checked the coffin and nailed it shut before I arrived.
Ryunosuke:
So...you mean...?! The coffin contained...
Vigil:
Yes. I can only imagine that Asogi, having escaped his execution somehow, was alive inside the coffin. The coffin was then taken out through the main gates and deposited in Lowgate Cemetery.
Susato:
Presumably there wouldn't have been enough air inside to breathe for long.
Ryunosuke:
So in the early hours following the burial, somebody dug up the coffin again to set Genshin free.
Susato:
But in the end... ...he was fatally shot in the graveyard anyway. What on earth really happened in Lowgate Cemetery that night, I wonder?
Vigil:
I'm afraid I really don't know. All I can say with certainty are two things: Asogi couldn't possibly have escaped that way without help from somebody working in the prison. And that somebody...was not me.
The convict, Asogi
Ryunosuke:
Obviously, you knew the man then? The Professor, I mean. Genshin Asogi.
Vigil:
Yes. I remember him well, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
Would you mind...telling us what you know?
Vigil:
Well, having been condemned to death as he was, any contact I had with the man was short, obviously. After that trial, which was carried out behind closed doors, attended only by elite members of the judiciary... ...they called for his execution to be carried out at the earliest possible opportunity.
Ryunosuke:
The outcome of the trial was set from the beginning, wasn't it?
Susato:
It was a time of delicate diplomacy, when Britain and Japan were in the process of signing an important treaty. That meant that this potentially destabilising case had to be dealt with swiftly and discreetly.
Vigil:
The man had less than a week in total. As I was the chief warder, I oversaw his short stay in the cells until his final hour. I remember being struck deeply by his noble character and incredible resilience.
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean exactly?
Vigil:
He was a killer of many men, but he was always quiet and polite. He was a gentleman, and a man of intellect. In fact, I couldn't bring myself to believe what he'd done, so I asked him one day.
Vigil:
Those five members of the aristocracy whose lives were taken... Were you really responsible?
...I'm guilty of the unforgivable crime of ending another human's life, yes.
Vigil:
The following day, the closed trial took place. And the verdict was no surprise.
Ryunosuke:
Guilty.
Vigil:
That night, when he was brought back to his cell... ...I saw something. Something...unusual.
Ryunosuke:
Something unusual? What?
Vigil:
The last will and testament...of Genshin Asogi.
Asogi's will (appears after "The convict, Asogi")
Vigil:
As I said, it was on the night following his trial, after he'd been found guilty. I was doing the rounds of the cells, and when I looked into Asogi's... ...I noticed that he seemed to have a sheet of paper in his hand.
Ryunosuke:
Ah... (His last will and testament then, presumably.)
Vigil:
As soon as he noticed me, he hurriedly shoved it behind his back.
Susato:
But...why did you find that so unusual? Isn't it normal for a man to pen a will when he knows his death is nigh?
Vigil:
Yes, that's true. But there were special conditions to Asogi's incarceration, you see.
Ryunosuke:
What sort of conditions?
Vigil:
Well...even though he was held in a cell designed for condemned inmates... ...he was allowed to keep his personal effects with him, with one exception.
Ryunosuke:
Really? He was allowed his things? (That is unusual, certainly.)
Vigil:
Of course, he'd been convicted of killing five members of the aristocracy... ...but at the same time he was a guest in our country from the Empire of Japan. The powers that be were determined that his final days shouldn't be needlessly uncomfortable.
Susato:
And what was the exception you mentioned...to the personal effects he was allowed?
Vigil:
That's the point. He wasn't permitted to have writing utensils. Specifically, no pens or paper.
Susato:
So...he was prevented from leaving any written record of what had happened to him?
Vigil:
Yes, that was the long and the short of it. I've no idea where he obtained that paper. Any writing materials would have been confiscated from him upon his incarceration. As I said, he hid the paper behind his back and then he pleaded with me:
Vigil:
What did you just hide behind your back?
Please... Please, turn a blind eye. This...is my lifeline.
Vigil:
But...you know it's against the rules.
You're the only person who's seen. If you just agree to keep quiet...
Vigil:
Alright then. But what's on that paper?
...A last will and testament. This will...is the only weapon I have left now.
Ryunosuke:
(How can a will be a weapon?)
Vigil:
So I decided to pretend I'd seen nothing. And I let him keep his will. But then later... ...it just seemed to vanish without trace.
Ryunosuke:
What?! What do you mean, it vanished?
Susato:
It would seem that isn't the end of the story of this mysterious will.
Changes "The convict, Asogi" Converse option to "The will's disappearance"
The will's disappearance
Vigil:
I was the only person who saw Asogi's will, but...
Ryunosuke:
...But somehow it disappeared.
Vigil:
It was after Asogi's 'execution'.
Iris:
Which was actually an elaborate jailbreak!
Vigil:
The warders gathered up Asogi's possessions that were in his cell. They were all to be sent back to his family home in Japan, you see.
Susato:
To poor Kazuma-sama...
Ryunosuke:
And you're saying that it wasn't anywhere to be found among his personal effects? The will, I mean.
Vigil:
That's right. Though I didn't search through them myself. But Governor Caidin was livid. He was screaming, 'It cannae have disappeared completely!'
Susato:
That...doesn't quite make sense though, does it?
Ryunosuke:
In what way?
Susato:
Well, we'd understood that only Mr Vigil was aware of the will's existence. In which case, how did the prison governor know to look for it?
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes! You're right!
Vigil:
I really don't know how he knew. But it certainly seemed as though he knew of the will's existence from the outset. Only he didn't refer to it as a will. What he said was... ...the 'Asogi Papers'.
Ryunosuke:
The Asogi Papers...
Vigil:
I really can't tell you anything of the subsequent events. Because...well...of what happened.
Ryunosuke:
(Your dismissal...and the way you blocked it all from your memory...)
Vigil:
I'd forgotten all this until today. I don't suppose it's relevant to the case, though.
Ryunosuke:
Well anyway, thank you very much for sharing it with us, Mr Vigil. We're very grateful.
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Mr Vigil, would you mind casting your eyes over this?
Vigil:
......... Ugh... My head... It's, it's throbbing...
Susato:
Oh no! It's too soon, Mr Naruhodo! It's too much for him!
Ryunosuke:
It's too much for me seeing him swoon like that. (Maybe I should lay off the evidence for a while...)
After clearing all Converse options:
Vigil:
I'm afraid there's really little more I can tell you. My wife Evie will be here shortly. So I do hope I don't appear rude, but...
Ryunosuke:
No no, not at all. Thank you again.
Susato:
But what will become of you now?
Vigil:
Well, impersonating a police officer is a criminal offence, of course. I imagine that once I'm fully recovered, I shall be arrested.
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm so sorry.
Vigil:
Don't be, please. This was all my own doing. I always knew that this day would come.
Ryunosuke:
Well...I wish you well. Goodbye, Mr Vigil.
Vigil:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Before you go! There's just one thing!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Y-Yes? What is it?
Vigil:
The Asogi Papers...
Ryunosuke:
...!
Vigil:
I'd be very grateful if you'd make no mention of the things I told you about them.
Ryunosuke:
...Presumably for some good reason?
Vigil:
......... It's my understanding that their very existence is a closely guarded secret. If it became known that I'd remembered... Well...it could be rather troublesome, I think.
Ryunosuke:
...I understand. (Some sort of will that Genshin Asogi penned just before his death. Which the man himself claimed was his last 'weapon'... I wonder... Perhaps it had something to do with his plan to escape...) If there's anyone who might know more about a document that Kazuma's father left behind...
Iris:
...It would be Mr Vigil's governor!
Susato:
Then we know precisely where we must go. Back to Barclay Prison!
Examine
Daley Vigil
Ryunosuke:
(Well...at least he seems to be on the mend.)
Susato:
You know... ...his disguise as Mr Gossip was really quite masterful, wasn't it?
Ryunosuke:
I can't remember anything about it except for the floppy lip.
Susato:
I imagine not even his wife would have recognised him.
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps. But did he really have to take it quite so far?
2nd November
Barclay Prison, Governor's Office
Caidin:
Och, back again, are you?
Ryunosuke:
Um, yes... Hello.
Caidin:
I've heard all aboot your investigations. I read the report just now. You've found him, eh? Vigil.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, luckily.
Caidin:
Well, anyhoo... ...the laddie does'nae work here no more. So your case is nowt to do wi' Barclay. I would'nae like you...to get the wrong idea aboot that.
Ryunosuke:
Of course, yes. Mr Vigil stopped working here ten years ago now, so...
Iris:
Yes, we've seen his dismissal notice, haven't we? He was given the chop!
Caidin:
Aye, kimmer. You ken very well. So...how aboot a wee handcuff biscuit?
Iris:
Oh, they really are like little handcuffs! ...And as hard as irons, too!
Caidin:
So? What's brought you doon here the day?
Ryunosuke:
Well...there's something else we'd like to ask you about, actually.
Caidin:
Is that so?
Ryunosuke:
We believe there might have been a document that disappeared from Genshin Asogi's cell. I think it's been called the Asogi Papers or something?
Caidin:
......... Did I no say? Gregson's death is nowt to do wi' things that might have happened at Barclay. Leave the past in the past, laddie. Let's not footer aboot wi' irrelevant details.
Ryunosuke:
(His expression's changed completely. We're clearly onto something here.)
Converse
Ten-year-old legacy
Caidin:
That murderer's botched execution... And the whole miserable escape... They were Barclay's darkest hour, aye. A shocking embarrassment.
Ryunosuke:
Because the convict had a collaborator on the prison staff, you mean?
Caidin:
...Aye, for shame. The coroner who confirmed the death o' the man after his execution, Courtney Sithe. And my chief warder at the time, Vigil, who was in charge o' the whole affair.
Iris:
But Mr Vigil says he didn't know anything about it.
Caidin:
The rascal would'nae say otherwise, eh? ...More handcuffs?
Iris:
Oh! How could I say no? ...You can never have too much iron in your diet!
Susato:
When Mr Vigil was handed his dismissal notice as a result of what had happened... ...he was so despairing, he jumped out of your office window, didn't he?
Caidin:
I dinnae like to say, but that's just Vigil trying to get oot of it. Do you no think he would'nae have jumped from the shock of his crimes being exposed, eh? ...I do.
Ryunosuke:
(You would'nae say otherwise though, would you?)
Caidin:
Of course, I cannae shun all responsibility myself. I should'nae have let him deceive me. Actually, there's barely anybody that kens what went on at the time now. Wi' Gregson having been murdered, and Dr Sithe forbidden from having any visitors.
Ryunosuke:
(No visitors? Someone obviously doesn't want her giving anything away...)
Iris:
Well...we're not going home empty-handed!
Caidin:
And I would'nae dream of sending you packing wi' nowt, kimmer. Here...take a handcuff or two!
Iris:
Oh! Well it would be rude to say no! ...Wouldn't want to become anaemic!
Caidin:
I suppose...if there's anybody who might still ken aboot what happened back then... ...it'd be that lass from the forensic division. Maria Gorey.
Ryunosuke:
Maria...Gorey?
Caidin:
Aye, Sithe's daughter. She did'nae have no more. Just the one. But the wee bairn's followed in her mam's footsteps. You dinnae ever see her wi'out a scalpel in her hand.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
???:
Mama, what is this?
Ryunosuke:
...Agh! (Wh-Where did SHE spring from? And...did she just call the doctor, 'Mama'?)
Ryunosuke:
(Dr Sithe's daughter, Maria Gorey... We could do with talking to her...)
Gorey (appears after "Ten-year-old legacy")
Ryunosuke:
So...she's Dr Sithe's daughter, but her surname is Gorey?
Caidin:
Aye, there's some family history, I'm sure, but I dinnae ken the ins and oots of it. She grew up watching her mam working wi' the bodies of folk who'd died in strange circumstances... ...and decided to do the same wi' her own life. I cannae understand it myself.
Susato:
Perhaps she was driven by a deep respect for her mother...
Caidin:
Perhaps... Anyhoo, she was in charge of Gregson's autopsy, I believe.
Ryunosuke:
(Right. And the coroner responsible for this incomplete report...)
Caidin:
Someone told me once that the wee lassie always loved her mam's stories aboot cutting up bodies. There's even a rumour that she used to listen to the funeral march as a lullaby.
Susato:
Well then perhaps...her mother might have told her about the autopsy from the case ten years ago!
Caidin:
Aye, I'd say there's a fighting chance at least. After all, that was a life-changing case for all of us.
Ryunosuke:
(We really need to speak to Miss Gorey herself about this, I think.) Well...thank you very much.
Caidin:
I'm no happy aboot any part o' this. It took years for Londoners to finally forget the whole Professor business. Can you no gi' up on this, laddie? Stop asking pointless questions.
Ryunosuke:
...I'm sorry. I don't like dredging up these painful memories for everyone.
Caidin:
Can you no just stay away noo? Leave me alone and dinnae come back here, eh?
The Asogi Papers
Caidin:
How d'you come to ken aboot that, laddie? There's no many folk even here in the prison who've heard o' those papers.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...well... (I can't tell him Mr Vigil told me...)
Susato:
I'm afraid our sources must remain confidential, sir.
Caidin:
Hmph...
Ryunosuke:
We've been led to believe the papers are actually a last will and testament. Is that right? The Professor's... Or rather, Genshin Asogi's...
Caidin:
......... Aye, that's right. ...You're well informed, Jimmy.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh, is that the end of the silent treatment?) But then after the convict's execution, it mysteriously vanished from his cell, didn't it?
Caidin:
Havers, no! You're off at half-cock there. I think you did'nae quite get your facts straight. It was there in the cell, exactly where it should've been.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... (Not what we heard elsewhere...)
Caidin:
Let me just have a wee holk aroond in here. I'm sure I can find it... Aye, here ye are.
Ryunosuke:
'The Last Will and Testament of Genshin Asogi'... Written with a calligraphy brush...
Caidin:
Of course, I cannae read a word of those Japanese squiggles. But I mind it says he leaves all his worldly possessions to his son back in his homeland.
Susato:
Yes, that's correct. That's the gist of it.
Ryunosuke:
So these...are the Asogi Papers?
Caidin:
Aye, of course they are! Papers written by Asogi, nae doubt aboot it. There's no mystery here, laddie. That's your lot! After all the stramash o' that slaister of an execution... ...we sent the man's possessions back to his clan in Japan... and that was the end of it!
Susato:
I think we ought to make a record of this, Mr Naruhodo. Just in case.
The Asogi Papers have been entered into the Court Record.
Caidin:
One thing afore you go on your way, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes?
Caidin:
Those papers are nowt to do wi' Gregson's death. I'd prefer it if you did'nae make no mention of them ootside this office. Or rather... ...I would'nae just prefer it. Consider it an order from the highest levels of oor government.
Ryunosuke:
...I understand.
The Asogi Papers (subsequent times)
Caidin:
How d'you come to ken aboot that, laddie? There's no many folk even here in the prison who've heard o' those papers.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...well... (I can't tell him Mr Vigil told me...)
Susato:
I'm afraid our sources must remain confidential, sir.
Caidin:
Hmph...
Ryunosuke:
We've been led to believe the papers are actually a last will and testament. Is that right? The Professor's... Or rather, Genshin Asogi's...
Caidin:
......... Aye, that's right. ...You're well informed, Jimmy.
Ryunosuke:
(Oh, is that the end of the silent treatment?) But then after the convict's execution, it mysteriously vanished from his cell, didn't it?
Caidin:
Havers, no! You're off at half-cock there. I think you did'nae quite get your facts straight. It was there in the cell, exactly where it should've been.
Ryunosuke:
Oh... (Not what we heard elsewhere...)
Caidin:
Let me just have a wee holk aroond in here. I'm sure I can find it... Aye, here ye are.
Ryunosuke:
'The Last Will and Testament of Genshin Asogi'... Written with a calligraphy brush...
Caidin:
Of course, I cannae read a word of those Japanese squiggles. But I mind it says he leaves all his worldly possessions to his son back in his homeland.
Susato:
Yes, that's correct. That's the gist of it.
Ryunosuke:
So these...are the Asogi Papers?
Caidin:
Aye, of course they are! Papers written by Asogi, nae doubt aboot it. There's no mystery here, laddie. That's your lot! After all the stramash o' that slaister of an execution... ...we sent the man's possessions back to his clan in Japan... and that was the end of it!
Susato:
I think we ought to make a record of this, Mr Naruhodo. Just in case.
Caidin:
One thing afore you go on your way, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes?
Caidin:
Those papers are nowt to do wi' Gregson's death. I'd prefer it if you did'nae make no mention of them ootside this office. Or rather... ...I would'nae just prefer it. Consider it an order from the highest levels of oor government.
Ryunosuke:
...I understand.
2nd November
Prosecutor's Office
Ryunosuke:
(So...this is the office of 'Prosecutor Asogi' now, is it?)
Susato:
Kazuma-sama is...doing so well for himself.
Ryunosuke:
(Even though he's always forced to kneel on the floor Japanese-style in that dark corner?)
Susato:
It's his habit to sit seiza-style whenever he's working!
Before clearing "Gregson's secret" Converse option in Local Prison, Cell 1
Ryunosuke:
(Well, it looks like our journey here was wasted. The prosecutor appears to be out.)
Susato:
...Perhaps we should discuss things with another prosecutor we know first?
Examine
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Let's see, what have we here...?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo... ...it would be very underhand to glean information from Kazuma-sama's office while he's absent.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Susato:
We should wait until he's here before we start nosing around!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Of, of course, yes. (She doesn't take any nonsense when it comes to Kazuma, does she?)
After clearing "Gregson's secret" Converse option in Local Prison, Cell 1
Leads to:
"Kazuma..."
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...
Kazuma:
I thought it wouldn't be long before you paid me a visit, Ryunosuke. I was right about what I said, wasn't I?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Kazuma:
That you have all the makings of a great defence lawyer.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well I...always believed that you'd fulfil your dream of advocating in the British courts. (I just never imagined for one second that it would be as a prosecutor.)
Susato:
Seeing you stand in a foreign courtroom, so gallantly realising your dream, Kazuma-sama... I'm...truly happy for you.
Kazuma:
And I am truly thankful to you, Judicial Assistant Mikotoba.
Susato:
.........
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... ...I always thought it would be fun for you and I to shake up the British legal system a little together. This isn't quite how I envisaged it, but... ...I suppose it's just another twist of fate.
Ryunosuke:
...I've learnt a lot of things during my time in London. About how Susato-san's father was himself a visiting student here once, along with Judge Jigoku. And... ...about what happened with your father.
Kazuma:
Then you'll have no difficulty understanding. Why I had no choice. Why I had to find a way to get to Britain as a visiting student myself.
Ryunosuke:
......... I want to hear it from you, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
...As you wish, Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Examine
Bottles or chalices
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks's fine collection of hallowed chalices and bottles, all neatly lined up.
Kazuma:
Yes, he's extremely particular about all that. He has a strict regime for everything from the storage of the casks to the bottling of their contents.
Ryunosuke:
Gosh, you must be having a really tough time of it being his apprentice.
Kazuma:
Actually, no.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Kazuma:
He's so particular about it all, he refuses to let anybody else touch any of it. So it's been quite easy for me, in fact.
Ryunosuke:
(...Talk about weird.)
Desk near window or chessboard
Ryunosuke:
There's Lord van Zieks's incredibly stylish desk.
Kazuma:
It's not my style, though.
Ryunosuke:
No, I notice you've been working at the little table on the floor, kneeling down seiza-style. I thought it was some kind of punishment set up by Lord van Zieks when I first saw it.
Kazuma:
I find it the most comfortable way to work.
Ryunosuke:
I can't do it. After a couple of minutes of sitting with my legs folded under me, they start to go tingly.
Kazuma:
Don't exaggerate, Ryunosuke. ...We both know you can't even manage a minute.
Portrait
Ryunosuke:
Do you know who the man in the portrait is?
Kazuma:
Why would I?
Ryunosuke:
What?! But you're Lord van Zieks's apprentice!
Kazuma:
Yes, apprentice, not friend. And during the time I was suffering from amnesia, I didn't even notice that picture.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...really? (I mean, it's not the smallest picture...)
Kazuma:
I wouldn't have the first idea what the man decorates his office with.
Crime scene model
Ryunosuke:
Wh-What the...?
Kazuma:
It's a scale model of the crime scene.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, I realise that. ...Does the prosecution office make a model of the scene for every single case?
Kazuma:
Apparently so. Sometimes it helps to visualise things better and notice things you hadn't spotted before. Actually, the miniature noticeboard is my work.
Ryunosuke:
(Be honest...you enjoyed making that.)
Bats
Ryunosuke:
Wah!
Kazuma:
You disturbed the bats, did you? Fitting companions of Lord van Zieks, wouldn't you say?
Ryunosuke:
Actually... ...I've seen things flying in Lord Stronghart's office, too. Doves, I think.
Kazuma:
Perhaps you have to like birds to attain rank in the judiciary here... Although bats aren't birds, of course.
Ryunosuke:
......... How about a sparrow for you?
Kazuma:
What's that supposed to mean?
Ryunosuke:
Oh! Nothing. Sorry. Just thinking out loud...
Wall of casks
Ryunosuke:
Casks floor to ceiling, just like the last time we were here. Hallowed barrels, I suppose.
Kazuma:
They're arranged according to vintage, flavour and region. Every week, they're all taken out and put back in order.
Ryunosuke:
What?! Every week?
Kazuma:
Lord van Zieks can't seem to settle on the perfect way of arranging them, you see. Vintage, flavour and region don't neatly coincide, that's the trouble.
Ryunosuke:
Gosh, being his apprentice must be a real challenge.
Kazuma:
Actually, no.
Ryunosuke:
Oh?
Kazuma:
He considers the task too important to entrust to anybody else, so he does it entirely on his own.
Ryunosuke:
(...So he's a barrel of laughs here AND in court, then.)
Converse
Your disappearance
Ryunosuke:
It's getting on for a year now. Since what happened on the SS Burya. (We were heading across the oceans from Japan to Great Britain... ...when a bizarre serious [sic] of coincidences led to those tragic events.) I thought...I'd lost my best friend forever.
Kazuma:
...I must have been unconscious for a long time. When I awoke, I was lying on a bed. It was a narrow little room. There was a posy of flowers by the pillow. It took me a little while to realise that I was in the cabin of a ship. I slipped out of the room and headed up onto the deck.
Ryunosuke:
Were you already suffering from amnesia at that point?
Kazuma:
Yes. I didn't know what had happened or where I was. There was just this voice in my head.
You have something you have to do. Something no one else can know about. Go to Great Britain. Your task awaits you there...
Kazuma:
It was a calling I couldn't ignore. It compelled me relentlessly. Out on deck, I saw that I was on a huge steamship and we were docked in a large port.
Susato:
It must have been Hong Kong!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it must have been. Presumably just before they were due to carry your 'body' off the ship.
Kazuma:
I had no idea of the situation. But I did have the feeling that this was in some way my last chance. So I concealed myself among the disembarking passengers and went ashore. Then I disappeared into the crowded streets of that foreign port city... ...so I could plan my onward journey to Great Britain.
Changes "Your disappearance" Converse option to "Your journey to Britain"
Your journey to Britain
Kazuma:
Just under a year ago, with all my past memories lost to me, I was left behind in Hong Kong. Everything was foreign to me. The sights, the sounds, the smells. My head reeled. I was truly at a loss. I realise now that I'd escaped as a dead man. With nothing but the clothes on my back. No money, of course.
Susato:
Oh, how terrifying for you...
Kazuma:
Luckily though, I had two feathers in my cap.
Ryunosuke:
One being your knowledge of English, I suppose?
Kazuma:
That's right. And on the back of that, I was able to pick up some work as a deck hand on a cargo ship. Eventually, after calling at countless ports, I finally arrived at Dover. That must have been some three months ago now.
Ryunosuke:
...Your formidable tenacity of purpose showing itself again. (I mean, the man had lost his memory and had literally nothing to his name... ...but he still managed to make his way to London on the opposite side of the world.)
Kazuma:
Of course, I had no idea why I'd moved heaven and earth to get here at that point.
Ryunosuke:
So...how did you end up becoming Lord van Zieks's apprentice, then?
Kazuma:
That...can only be called an extraordinary stroke of luck really. You see, I was stopped at the border because I had no papers. They took me straight to Scotland Yard. And by sheer coincidence, Lord Stronghart was there to attend a meeting. That's when the second feather in my cap came into play.
Susato:
Would that have been your knowledge of the law?
Kazuma:
Yes, exactly. Lord Stronghart was curious about an Easterner with intimate knowledge of British law. He took me back with him to the Supreme Court and assigned me to the Prosecutor's Office.
Ryunosuke:
And then, nine days ago... ...you finally got your memory back after the trial involving Drebber.
Kazuma:
Yes...I did.
Your father, Genshin
Ryunosuke:
Ever since I first met you at Yumei, you talked about your dream.
Kazuma:
Mark my words, Ryunosuke. I'll be chosen as a visiting student, and make my way to Great Britain someday.
Ryunosuke:
Did you know the entire time? About what happened to your father here?
Kazuma:
......... Sixteen years ago... ...when my father left on that exciting trip to Great Britain, I was just a boy. We took a photograph together the day before his departure. ...It's my last memory of him. But what I remember most about my father...is his unswerving sense of justice. Six years after he left, a gentleman called at our family home. He told me that Genshin - my father - had been taken ill in England and passed away. It was Professor Mikotoba. Your father, Susato-san.
Susato:
Oh my!
Kazuma:
Ever since then, the professor was very good to me. He even helped to fund my university education at Yumei. I'll be forever in his debt. But nevertheless...I just couldn't bring myself to believe what he'd told me.
Susato:
Oh...
Kazuma:
Then one day, a letter arrived at our house from Britain. There was no indication of the sender, so I opened it assuming it was from an old acquaintance of my father. ......... What I read in that letter changed my entire life.
Ryunosuke:
What did it say?
Kazuma:
It said that my father had been a mass murderer, and the writer cursed the Asogi name.
Susato:
Oh no!
Kazuma:
As a result of that letter, I found out what had been hidden from me all those years.
Letter from Britain (appears after "Your father, Genshin")
Kazuma:
Presumably the letter was sent from a relative of one of the victims. If whoever it was had been a member of the judiciary, he could have been present at the closed trial. The letter revealed that my father had been sentenced to death. Executed for being a killer.
Ryunosuke:
I'm, I'm so sorry you had to find out that way...
Kazuma:
I imagine the British government did its very best to silence whoever sent that letter. But someone who knew the truth and couldn't bear the resentment was always going to be a problem.
Susato:
But still! It, it could have been written by anyone. Why would you believe such a thing?
Kazuma:
There was a newspaper cutting included with the letter. It was the first I'd ever heard of the Professor and his terrible killing spree.
Susato:
Well...what did my father have to say about the letter?
Kazuma:
...I couldn't bring myself to show it to him.
Ryunosuke:
What? Why not?
Kazuma:
Because he'd deliberately concealed the truth from me by telling me my father was taken by a fatal illness. That couldn't have been easy for him. And he'd done it out of consideration for my feelings. So instead...I showed the letter to Judge Jigoku.
Ryunosuke:
Ah, to the other visiting student...
Kazuma:
He faltered for the briefest of moments, but then he just laughed the letter off. But in that moment, I saw it on his face. He was undeniably shocked. Shaken momentarily, before recovering his poise.
Susato:
...!
Kazuma:
A year later, my bereaved mother succumbed to the strain of grief, and she too passed away. That's when I made up my mind. That one day...without fail... ...I would cross the seas to Britain and seek the truth for myself. The truth about my father, Genshin Asogi. And I wouldn't let anyone stand in my way!
Susato:
Oh, Kazuma-sama...
The Reaper's trial
Kazuma:
What we learnt today in court turned things completely on their head. It was an impressive piece of lawyering...Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks isn't the Reaper, you know. I almost don't want to believe it myself, but it turns out that Inspector Gregson himself, the victim, was...
Kazuma:
It's clear that the inspector was behind the Reaper's activity all along.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...? (You mean, you knew?!)
Kazuma:
The real question is, who's been giving orders to the inspector? ......... Yes, Barok van Zieks is the real Reaper.
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
And I know that ten years ago, it was him... ...who decided my father must be a mass murderer and sent him to his grave!
Susato:
No! He was merely seeing that justice was done as the law dictates. He's not to blame.
Kazuma:
Ultimately, it's people who condemn people. The law is just a tool that they use to do it.
Susato:
...!
Kazuma:
And when a man condemns another, he must take responsibility for his actions. Of course he must. But I know for certain...that my father would never have taken another man's life.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...
Kazuma:
On the contrary, my father's life was taken... by the Reaper!
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...this is your armband.
Kazuma:
......... Actually, I think it's yours now.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Kazuma:
You're the defence lawyer. You have a talent for it. ...I've always known that you would. And now you've chosen to take that path in life. As your friend, I couldn't be happier for you. Or more proud.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...
Kazuma:
So you keep hold of that. Besides, I'm a prosecutor now. That armband would have no meaning to me.
Ryunosuke:
......... Well, if you're sure. Thank you...my friend.
Red-Headed League Article
Ryunosuke:
I was shocked when I found out they were related to the case. The Red-Headed League, I mean.
Kazuma:
Personally it wasn't their plan to swindle everyone that surprised me. It was the fact that so many red-headed people gathered from all over London that day.
Ryunosuke:
(A certain great detective being among them...)
Kazuma:
I expect those two are in their cells as we speak, wishing they'd never dreamt up their little plan.
Ryunosuke:
(Or maybe they're busy plotting their next one...)
Revolver
Kazuma:
The Reaper... At last I get to take my revenge.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma... Lord van Zieks isn't responsible for your father's death. And he's not the Reaper. He's the defendant and deserving of a fair trial.
Kazuma:
You mean like the one my father had?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Kazuma:
It's a closed trial now, too. The conditions are exactly as they were ten years ago. And even if it ruffles some feathers...I have a plan to show that man for what he really is!
Ryunosuke:
(Kazuma...)
Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
This came up in the trial, didn't it? As something a little dubious, I mean. The fact that no time of death was recorded on Inspector Gregson's autopsy report.
Kazuma:
Yes, there were some unexpected turns in the courtroom earlier. The suggestion you came up with certainly took everyone by surprise. The idea that the victim died the previous day at some other location is quite something.
Ryunosuke:
Well, considering when the pocket watch had stopped and the scorch marks on the candle... ...it's certainly a distinct possibility. The evidence and the scene both point to it.
Kazuma:
......... To be honest, it bothered me too. So I paid a visit to the autopsy room earlier. The coroner responsible wasn't there, but I got a name. It's Dr Gorey.
Susato:
Um, if it wouldn't trouble you, Kazuma-sama... ...we'd very much like to speak with the coroner, too!
Kazuma:
Of course. The last thing I want is for anything to be brushed under the carpet. Scotland Yard's autopsy laboratory is behind Lowgate Cemetery.
Ryunosuke:
Lowgate Ceme... By Barclay Prison, you mean?
Kazuma:
Ah, you know it, do you? The prison where my father was incarcerated... and robbed of his life.
Susato:
Kazuma-sama...
Ryunosuke:
Well...thank you. We'll pay a visit to the laboratory later today.
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma...what do you make of this?
Kazuma:
There's only one place where defence lawyers and prosecutors should discuss evidence. The courtroom. So it seems you're still confused by the situation. ...That's what I make of it.
Ryunosuke:
(...I get the feeling my friend's always going to have the edge over me, isn't he?)
After clearing all Converse options and presenting Autopsy Report:
Kazuma:
Ryunosuke... I...want to thank you.
Ryunosuke:
What for?
Kazuma:
For this. You safeguarded the soul of the Asogi clan.
Ryunosuke:
Well, it is a famous sword that's been in your family for generations. My only slight regret is that I never got the chance to draw it before I returned it to you.
Kazuma:
Karuma is said to have been forged by a master swordsmith during the Sengoku warring states period. I come from a long lineage of warriors, many of whom were expert swordsmen.
Ryunosuke:
...Well then, you're a chip off the old block, I'd say.
Kazuma:
This blade - Karuma - is the symbol of the Asogi clan's honour and might. Apparently, one of my father's apprentices even took the blade's name for a surname.
Ryunosuke:
Really? Karuma... It does sound formidable, that's for sure.
Kazuma:
Sixteen years ago, when my father was a visiting student here in London, he had this sword forever at his side. Which is why it means so much to me that I have it by my side again now too. And that...is all thanks to you.
Ryunosuke:
...It was an honour.
Kazuma:
Now...I have preparations to make for tomorrow. Perhaps I said a little too much.
Ryunosuke:
Kazuma, you've...changed.
Kazuma:
No, Ryunosuke, I haven't changed at all. It's you who's changed.
Ryunosuke:
......... I can completely understand your resentment of Lord van Zieks given what happened. But the fact is, those events and this case are, well...
Kazuma:
...Unrelated? Is that you want to say? How can you be so sure?
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean?
Kazuma:
...Never mind. That man is the Reaper. And it's for that reason that the inspector was killed. I'm going to prove as much in court tomorrow... by whatever means necessary!
Ryunosuke:
I can't let you do that, Kazuma.
Kazuma:
......... I know you'll do what you have to as a lawyer. But I'm sure I don't need to tell you that I won't be taking any prisoners in the courtroom.
Ryunosuke:
...I would expect nothing less.
Kazuma:
Until tomorrow then...in the Old Bailey.
2nd November
Forensics Laboratory
If Forensics Laboratory is being visited for the first time
Leads to:
"This place...really is creepy, isn't it?"
If Forensics Laboratory has already been visited, after clearing all Converse options in Forensics Laboratory and Barclay Prison, Governor's Office
*Shink, shink, shink, shink*
Ryunosuke:
Someone's sharpening again...
Gorey:
You're still not dead? Anyway, I don't have anything more to tell you about that specimen.
Ryunosuke:
Actually, we're not here to ask you about Inspector Gregson. We were hoping to talk about your mother, Dr Sithe.
Gorey:
...!
Ryunosuke:
It's something the governor of Barclay Prison mentioned. He said that she was responsible for confirming the death of the Professor after his execution.
Leads to:
"........."
Ryunosuke:
This place...really is creepy, isn't it?
Iris:
Well...being a dead room, it's probably full of the spirits of the dissected.
Susato:
But actually...there's a rather pleasing scent of roses in the air!
Iris:
Well...being a dead room... ...the coroner probably needs a bold scent like that to mask the odour of death.
Ryunosuke:
Um, Iris... ...do you think we could change the subject?
*Shink, shink, shink, shink*
Susato:
Wh-What was that?
*Shink, shink, shink, shink*
Ryunosuke:
Ah... Erm... Dr Gorey?
Gorey:
What?
Ryunosuke:
Um...that noise before...
Gorey:
I was sharpening my tools. I'd be dead meat if I didn't keep a perfectly keen edge on them.
Ryunosuke:
R-Right...
Gorey:
When following the collagen fibres in the dermis, an expertly sharpened scalpel... ...cuts like cheese. Would you like a demonstration?
Iris:
Oh, yes please! I'd love to see!
Gorey:
Then...I think you'll do nicely.
Ryunosuke:
Huh?! N-No! No, I wouldn't do nicely at all! I mean...maybe some other time!
Gorey:
Tsk.
Ryunosuke:
(Was that a tut? Well...we came here to ask questions, so...)
Examine
Table or toolbox
Ryunosuke:
A table and a set of sharp tools... When you consider each in isolation, it all looks quite innocent. So why is it that when you put them side by side, they seem so horribly disturbing?
Susato:
...It might be best not to ponder it too deeply.
Gorey:
That's Mama's dissection table. It's too high for me, though.
Ryunosuke:
It, it is...?
Gorey:
If I fell from that height in my sleep, it would really hurt.
Susato:
Wha...?! You, you mean you sleep in here?
Gorey:
...Autopsy work is very involved. It's usually too late to think about going home when I'm finished. But I have bad dreams when I sleep here, and I always end up falling onto the floor. So I'd like to exchange that table for a lower one.
Ryunosuke:
...Maybe you should just go home.
Large jars on left shelf
Ryunosuke:
Those large jars seem to have pale things floating around inside them. I suppose they're fruit liquors or something. Or like the pickled umeboshi plums we make back home.
Susato:
...Yes, let's assume they're something completely innocent like that!
Gorey:
Ah, that jar you're looking at up there contains monkey brains.
Susato:
Oh my...
Gorey:
The composition is similar to the human brain, so they make for interesting study material. And in the next jar along, we have monkey-
Ryunosuke:
No no no! No more monkey anythings! ...Please.
Gorey:
...If you say so.
Susato:
Oh dear... The time when I still thought it was just some pickled umeboshi plums seems so long ago already...
Cabinet
Ryunosuke:
Look at all the bottles on the shelves in these cabinets! What an assortment of chemicals!
Susato:
These ones here are labelled 'Highly Toxic'.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, that's worrying. Because there are also things that look like salt and pepper shakers in there.
Susato:
Oh yes! And they actually say 'salt' and 'pepper' on them! The doctor probably spends a lot of time in this room, I suppose. Perhaps she has meals here sometimes.
Ryunosuke:
Life goes on...even when you're surrounded by death...
Desk
Ryunosuke:
This looks...different to before.
Susato:
Of course, Mr Naruhodo. Miss Gorey is a young maiden. She has all sorts of charming little dolls and the like around her place of work, look.
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, you're right. Perhaps she's not so strange after all.
Gorey:
...They're how I practise.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gorey:
Mama always says that operations and dissections require speed and accuracy. So I take out my needle and thread and stitch three new dolls every day.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...right...
Gorey:
I used to make livers or kidneys or intestines... ...but Mama told me to make something more friendly instead.
Susato:
......... That's...quite different to what I'd imagined.
Display case with human skeleton
Ryunosuke:
Well, look at this! What a magnificent display case! The cherry wood has been polished to a high sheen, and the intricate carving is a joy to behold. Western cabinet makers really are very skilled, aren't they?
Gorey:
It's ten people.
Ryunosuke:
Pardon?
Gorey:
It's made from the bones of ten different people, all mixed together. Some of my best work!
Ryunosuke:
......... I was admiring the case, actually. The scary skeleton inside is...something I intend to ignore as best I can.
Gorey:
......... You're strange.
Susato:
...I wonder who is the strangest...
Owl or crow
Susato:
That looks like an owl and a crow up there.
Ryunosuke:
I know. And they haven't even twitched since we came in here...
Susato:
Well no, they wouldn't have. They're taxidermy mounts, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...I was afraid you were going to say that. I've been trying very hard to tell myself they're just sleeping with their eyes open.
Susato:
Yes, I think perhaps you were wise to put something like your daruma doll on display in the office instead...
Converse
Time of death
Ryunosuke:
Um, we have actually met before. I'm a lawyer, if you remember...
Gorey:
You're not dead yet...
Ryunosuke:
What?
Gorey:
...so Mama said I wasn't to cut you open. She's so strict about things like that.
Ryunosuke:
Well...good. (Dr Sithe has some scruples at least...)
Iris:
Oh dear... It looks like she's not interested in talking to us. For the time being, anyway.
Ryunosuke:
(For the time being? You mean...until we die? I hope that's a way off...)
Gorey:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Sorry, but...I wasn't planning on dying any time soon.
Gorey:
Tsk.
Ryunosuke:
(Surely there's some less drastic way of making her listen...)
Time of death (after presenting Autopsy Report)
Ryunosuke:
So...why doesn't this autopsy report include the victim's time of death then? It's really the most crucial detail.
Gorey:
I was told not to write it.
Ryunosuke:
What?! By whom?
Gorey:
Mael Stronghart. The Lord Chief Justice. He came here.
Ryunosuke:
Lord Stronghart came...?
Gorey:
He said that from the witness statements about the gunshot and the other evidence, it was obvious. The man clearly died at 5 p.m. on 1st November, when the gunshot was heard.
Susato:
But that's not the time of death you wrote on the report. You didn't write anything. Was there...some reason you didn't include it?!
Gorey:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Dr Gorey... ...if you're hiding something under Lord Stronghart's instructions... ...then sooner or later you're going to go the same way as your mother.
Gorey:
Give it here then.
Ryunosuke:
Hm? (What's she scribbling so furiously?)
Gorey:
There.
Ryunosuke:
You've, you've written...
What?! What's she written? Tell us!
Ryunosuke:
'Indeterminate'.
Iris:
But...
The details of the autopsy report have been updated in the Court Record.
Changes "Time of death" Converse option to "Indeterminate"
Indeterminate
Ryunosuke:
What do you mean by that? Why was the time of death indeterminate?
Gorey:
When the specimen was brought in, it was still fresh. So the time of death could easily have coincided with when the gunshot was heard. But...there was one small discrepancy.
Ryunosuke:
What discrepancy?
Gorey:
There was some fried fish in the pocket of the specimen's overcoat. And that fish...had started to rot.
Ryunosuke:
What?
Gorey:
If the victim liked fried fish, he presumably liked to eat it before it went off.
Ryunosuke:
Well...yes. What are you really trying to say?
Gorey:
It's possible that someone tried to manipulate the apparent time of death.
Ryunosuke:
Manipulate the...? Is that even possible to do?
Gorey:
Theoretically, if you were to chill the body in ice, you could delay the onset of putrefaction. And if the overcoat wasn't on the body at the time...
Ryunosuke:
...Then only the fish would have started to rot!
Gorey:
With today's science, it's not yet possible to determine if the body was chilled or not.
Ryunosuke:
(But today's science is advanced enough to let you freeze a corpse, it seems...)
Susato:
But surely... ...to chill a corpse like that would require an enormous electrical refrigerator. And I don't imagine many households in London are equipped with such a device.
Iris:
No, definitely not. But maybe in a factory? Or some other special places?
Susato:
I don't recall seeing any factories or suchlike on Fresno Street, though. I wonder...if the inspector's body had been chilled somehow... ...what might the actual time of death have been?
Gorey:
I couldn't say for sure. But at the most, it might have been a day earlier.
Ryunosuke:
No!
Susato:
In other words, it would corroborate your previous deduction, Mr Naruhodo. That Inspector Gregson was killed a day before his body was discovered, at a different location.
Ryunosuke:
...Did you inform Lord Stronghart of this possibility?
Gorey:
He simply said that there were no electrical refrigerators of that size in the vicinity.
Present
Autopsy Report
Ryunosuke:
Dr Gorey...we actually came here to ask you about this.
Gorey:
......... He was very good.
Ryunosuke:
Good? Sorry?
Gorey:
His skin didn't snag my blade once. And very little mess. His joints dislocated easily and his muscle tissue was a pleasure to work with.
Ryunosuke:
W-We can skip those details! But...there is one thing about the report that's caught my attention. You don't seem to have recorded a time of death.
Gorey:
...! ......... That's not my fault!
Ryunosuke:
Oh! (That made me jump.)
Susato:
Then please! Tell us what happened!
Autopsy Report (after Autopsy Report is updated in the Court Record)
Gorey:
......... I don't know why...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? Don't know why what?
Gorey:
Why I couldn't write a time of death on that report. It's just...the Lord Chief Justice was so insistent. I couldn't bring myself to defy him. I'm...just like Mama. .........
Ryunosuke:
(It looks like she's as troubled by all of this as we are, in her own way.)
Photograph of the Victim
Ryunosuke:
About this photograph, Dr Gorey...
Gorey:
Who's that?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry? It's, it's Inspector Gregson, of course! The victim of the case!
Gorey:
Ah, I see. I don't remember the faces. Internal organs, muscle tissue, bullet trauma... Those are things I remember.
Ryunosuke:
Well...please try to also remember that I don't want to know anything about all of that.
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Erm...could I ask your opinion about this?
Gorey:
......... Don't forget... ...you're responsible for putting my mama in jail. Why should I help you?
After clearing all Converse options, before clearing all Converse options in Barclay Prison, Governor's Office
Gorey:
If you don't mind, then...
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
*Shink, shink, shink, shink*
Ryunosuke:
(She's gone back to sharpening her blades.) Erm...
Gorey:
Not now. Or my baby here might start to rust.
Susato:
I think perhaps we'd better leave Dr Gorey alone.
Ryunosuke:
(Maybe we could try again later if we manage to find some more clues...)
Examine
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Let's have a closer look at this...
Gorey:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(Then again, let's not. At least, not while she's armed.)
After clearing all Converse options in Forensics Laboratory, if all Converse options have been cleared in Barclay Prison, Governor's Office
Ryunosuke:
Oh yes, one other thing... It's something the governor of Barclay Prison told us. He said that your mother, Dr Sithe... ...was responsible for confirming the death of the Professor after his execution.
Gorey:
The Professor...
Ryunosuke:
Apparently you always enjoyed listening to your mother's stories about her work, so... ...we were wondering if you might know something about what happened ten years ago.
Leads to:
"........."
Gorey:
......... That's not all Mama did.
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Gorey:
My mama... ...carried out the autopsy of Klint van Zieks as well!
Ryunosuke:
What?! Really?! (The brother of Lord van Zieks. The Professor's final victim...)
Gorey:
The idea of carrying out an autopsy on a member of the aristocracy was completely unthinkable back then. But the detective in charge of the investigation insisted and it was miraculously authorized.
Susato:
That detective being Inspector Gregson, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(Quite an accomplishment for one man...)
Gorey:
That autopsy provided the vital clue needed to arrest the killer. And Mama was there for that historic event.
Ryunosuke:
(What does all this mean...?)
Gorey:
You know, that amazing autopsy happened right here in this very room. The Professor and Klint van Zieks... ...they both spent their final moments before their burial on that dissection table there. So this lab - Mama's lab - was instrumental in some of the country's most important events.
Ryunosuke:
(She really is proud of her mother.) I wonder if you'd tell us more about exactly what happened back then, Dr Gorey?
Gorey:
.........
Converse
Confirmation of death
Gorey:
The Professor's execution was Mama's first big case. She had to be in attendance at Barclay Prison's execution chamber... ...and sign the certificate to confirm the convict's death. Mama is the best coroner in the world, you know. I was...so proud of her.
Ryunosuke:
But the execution didn't actually take place.
Gorey:
No. And worse still, Mama actually helped with the jailbreak. ...I didn't want to know.
Susato:
Oh dear...  You found out recently, you mean?
Gorey:
I believed in her. In Mama. But... ...now I wonder if I'm starting down the same path as her.
Ryunosuke:
You mean, because you omitted the time of death on this autopsy report? But that's because Lord Stronghart forbade you from including it.
Gorey:
...Just like Mama. I'm sure she was coerced by somebody, too.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, that's my feeling as well.
Gorey:
There's no doubt that there were powerful forces at play ten years ago. The execution couldn't have been staged without a lot of people at the prison knowing about it. Obviously the prison governor must have been in on it as well.
Iris:
The big man with the little handcuffs? According to what he told us... ...he was tricked by the chief warder. He says he knew nothing about it.
Gorey:
Of course he said that. I'd say the same thing.
Ryunosuke:
(Just who was behind that jailbreak all those years ago?)
Klint's autopsy
Ryunosuke:
You mentioned the autopsy of Klint van Zieks...
Gorey:
It was at a time when carrying out autopsies of murder victims was very unusual.
Susato:
It's still not a practice that's observed in our country, even now.
Gorey:
It turned out that he was the Professor's final victim. And when the autopsy was performed... ...Mama was present...although only as the secondary assistant. The person leading the procedure was called Dr John H. Wilson.
Iris:
That's right. My daddy!
Gorey:
And there was one other person present: the primary assistant. He was a visiting student from the Far East.
Ryunosuke:
Wait...a visiting student?!
Susato:
It must have been my father...Yujin Mikotoba.
Ryunosuke:
(I had no idea Professor Mikotoba had been involved in something so important!)
Gorey:
But the outcome of that historic autopsy... ...was the discovery of a vital piece of evidence that led to the capture of the Professor!
Ryunosuke:
(So that's how they came to identify Genshin Asogi as the infamous mass murderer...) Do you happen to know anything about that piece of evidence? Can you tell us any more?
Gorey:
......... Would you like to see the records for yourself?
Ryunosuke:
Wha... Would, would that be alright?
Gorey:
What's the point of keeping records if people can't look at them? They're filed under 'V' at the back of those cupboards. With the other records from the last decade.
Ryunosuke:
Thank you! (Let's see... Van Zieks... Van Zieks...) Um...that's strange.
Susato:
What, Mr Naruhodo?
Ryunosuke:
They...aren't here. There's nothing under 'van Zieks.'
Gorey:
There must be!
Ryunosuke:
Perhaps somebody took them away?
Gorey:
No. No one's allowed to take documents related to the Professor case out of this room. ...But you're right. They're gone!
Ryunosuke:
Well, when was the last time somebody looked at them? Do you remember?
Gorey:
It was... Oh yes, I remember now! It was two years ago. A 'consulting detective' came one day saying that he'd like to see the records.
Ryunosuke:
No... You, you don't mean...?
Gorey:
Herlock Sholmes was his name.
Ryunosuke:
...! (Deep down, I knew that was coming.)
Gorey:
Do you think...he stole the records?
Susato:
Oh no, surely not! Iris, that can't be right...can it?
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
I-Iris?
After clearing all Converse options:
Iris:
Um, Runo... ...I hope you don't mind, but...
Ryunosuke:
What is it, Iris?
Iris:
I've just remembered something very important I have to do. I'm going to have to leave you now!
Susato:
Oh! This is very sudden, Iris... Well, we'll come with you, then.
Iris:
Oh no! No no, there's no need! You and Runo can take your time here. Bye for now, then! Good luck!
Gorey:
Wait a minute, little girl.
Iris:
Hm? ...Me?
Gorey:
I remember now. You've been here before, haven't you?
Iris:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Have you, Iris?
Gorey:
Yes, two years ago. When that detective came... ...you were with him, weren't you? You were a living specimen then, too.
Ryunosuke:
(That's the way it usually works, yes...)
Iris:
Was I...? I, I really don't remember. Anyway, sorry, but I must dash!
Ryunosuke:
Wait, Iris...
Iris:
I'll brew up a pot for you when you get home!
Ryunosuke:
(What's the matter with her? She's behaving really strangely all of a sudden.)
Gorey:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Well, in that case, we won't keep you any longer, either.
Gorey:
......... It's been quite a while since I had any visitors. This was really fun! But next time you come, I'd prefer it if you were ready for dissection.
Ryunosuke:
...I can't make any promises, sorry. (It's a bit strange that the records of Klint van Zieks's autopsy have disappeared... ...but I think we've asked all we came to ask now.)
After clearing all Converse options in Forensics Laboratory:
2nd November
Room on Fresno Street
Ryunosuke:
The police are still busily investigating in here then.
Susato:
But Gina's nowhere to be seen. Where is she?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it has been blissfully quiet, hasn't it? (Perhaps she's out investigating on her own, practising what her boss taught her...)
Susato:
Well, I expect she'll be back before too long. Shall we wait?
Ryunosuke:
(Actually... ...there's something different about this room since the last time we were here, isn't there?)
Susato:
We could always use the time to investigate more thoroughly!
Examine
Trunk
Leads to:
"...This little trunk wasn't here before, was it?"
Portrait or desk
Ryunosuke:
The photograph of Mrs Vigil...
Susato:
Realising the identity of this lady was a very great clue to exposing Mr Gossip's true identity. He obviously loves his wife very dearly. ...Which is why he felt he couldn't tell her the truth.
Ryunosuke:
The transformation was incredible, wasn't it? Just from that big twisted lip.
Susato:
Yes, he went to extraordinary efforts to play the part of Hugh Boone convincingly.
Ryunosuke:
Although...it didn't really seem like it was much of an effort to me.
Susato:
Hm... Now you say it, I have to agree.
Ryunosuke:
It's almost as if that was Mr Vigil's true character.
Susato:
...People really are very hard to fathom at times.
Board
Ryunosuke:
There are details of cases stretching back over ten years on this noticeboard. Yes, a history of Lord van Zieks's defeats in court.
Susato:
I don't think that's an appropriate description. Although...when you consider everything on the board, it's certainly true... ...that all these people had a background of dubious dealings.
Ryunosuke:
And in the end of course... ...the board itself concealed the inspector's own death.
Susato:
Oh my... It really doesn't bear thinking about.
Gun
Ryunosuke:
This revolver... Just who does it belong to?
Susato:
Well, we know it's of the type issued to members of the police force and judiciary.
Ryunosuke:
But Gregson's own gun was found on his person.
Susato:
And of course Lord van Zieks has admitted to losing the firearm with which he was issued. Such absent-mindedness... Not dissimilar to you, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
......... I'm starting to think the cold, hard prosecutor and I could become friends after all.
Susato:
Then I wish you every success!
Red wig
Ryunosuke:
It catches your eye as soon as you enter the room, doesn't it?
Susato:
It's such a bright colour, it certainly makes an impression, yes.
Ryunosuke:
...They can't possibly commit any crimes, can they? I mean, red-heads stand out like a sore thumb.
Susato:
I'm afraid with our jet-black Japanese hair, we stand out almost as much, here in London.
Ryunosuke:
Haah... I suppose that's true.
Susato:
......... You mustn't think of committing any crimes, Mr Naruhodo. 
Ryunosuke:
I wasn't!
Chalk outline
Ryunosuke:
If it turns out that Gregson didn't actually die in here at all... ...where on earth could he have been killed?
Susato:
Well one way or another, we must find out. For the inspector's sake.
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
You know, you look awfully pale again today, Mr Naruhodo.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...sorry. When I start thinking it all through, I conjure up some horrible images in my mind.
Susato:
Your imagination is the culprit here, then. Most certainly guilty!
Figurine
Ryunosuke:
I'd never have imagined that this little figurine would turn out to be a watch winding key.
Susato:
I suppose it's a policeman because the pocket watch was a gift from Scotland Yard. It seems there was much more to Inspector Gregson than we ever realised. He was clearly a brilliant man.
Ryunosuke:
It's the fish and chips that threw us off. I feel as though it ruined his image.
Susato:
I really don't think we should blame one of Britain's staple cuisines...
Ryunosuke:
But think about it. Imagine if it was Mr Sholmes. How would you feel if instead of that old briar pipe that's always in his hand, Mr Sholmes had a bag of chips?
Susato:
......... Rather disappointed, if I'm honest.
Ryunosuke:
Exactly.
Candles
Ryunosuke:
Using a candle as a timer device... Very ingenious, I must say.
Susato:
Yes, the culprit arranged it so that the firecracker would be set off at five o'clock, and then left.
Ryunosuke:
So that a loud bang was heard at precisely the moment Lord van Zieks arrived, yes. If only he hadn't picked up that gun from the floor...
Susato:
Something you probably told yourself once upon a time, I imagine?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, I've learnt that lesson by bitter experience. I would have turned and run a mile for sure.
Susato:
...Which may not have done you any favours, either.
Ryunosuke:
...This little trunk wasn't here before, was it?
Susato:
Oh! ...It appears to be made of metal. It must be very heavy. I wonder to whom it belongs... There are some initials on the outside, look. 'T. G.'
Ryunosuke:
Let's ask one of the policemen if they know how it came to be here.
???:
Ooooooi! Wot d'ya think yer doin'?!
Gina:
That's my trunk, that is! 'Ands off!
Susato:
Gina!
Ryunosuke:
Wh-Where were you hiding?!
Gina:
I dunno, ya leave somefin' unattended for a few seconds, an' every Tom, Dick an' 'Arry's got 'is greedy eyes on it!
Ryunosuke:
Erm...just a wild guess, Gina, but...
Gina:
Wot? Spit it out, 'Oddo.
Ryunosuke:
Is it fair to say that you've only owned that trunk since this morning's trial?
Gina:
Wot?! W-Wot are you tryin' to say?! Come on, this trunk goes wiv me everywhere! Always 'as! Where've ya been the last year?!
Ryunosuke:
(Trying not to incur your wrath, mainly...)
Converse
Your boss
Gina:
You should 'ear them talkin' at the Yard now... They should be ashamed o' themselves. They're sayin'...that it was the boss who killed all them bludgers.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...you mean the whole Reaper thing?
Gina:
Yeah... Apparently the boss was investigatin' stuff that no one else at the Yard knew nuffin' about. Stuff to do wiv all them criminals wot got off scot-free.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the ones prosecuted by Lord van Zieks who used bribery and corruption to evade conviction.
Gina:
Well then obviously it was that bloomin' Reaper givin' the orders, weren't it?
Ryunosuke:
But...why would people be suspecting Inspector Gregson of being involved in the killings?
Gina:
There was a notebook 'idden in 'is office.
Ryunosuke:
Oh no... (This doesn't sound good...)
Gina:
It...'ad details about all the crimes that 'ave been pegged as the Reaper's work.
Ryunosuke:
WHAT?!
Susato:
No... Did you see it, Gina?! Did you see that notebook?!
Gina:
They wouldn't flamin' let me! Cos I'm 'just an apprentice' apparently! But it was me who found it! And 'e was my boss!
Susato:
That's right!
Gina:
I was pretty miffed about it, so... ...I sneaked a peek at wot it said anyway.
Susato:
Oh!
Ryunosuke:
(That's our Gina!)
The secret notebook (appears after "Your boss")
Ryunosuke:
So...you managed to see what was written in Gregson's secret notebook anyway, did you?
Gina:
Way I see it, it's my right to read wot 'e wrote.
Susato:
And what had he written, Gina?
Gina:
Dates, times, places, names... An 'ole long list of 'em. All details about the bludgers supposed to 'ave been done in by the Reaper.
Susato:
But...there could be an explanation for that! Perhaps it was a record of the inspector's investigations into the Reaper's activities.
Gina:
Exactly! That's wot I said! That's the first thing you'd think, right? As it 'appens, it was full o' names I recognised anyway.
Ryunosuke:
Well, the Reaper's targets were almost exclusively known leaders of London's criminal underworld.
Gina:
Well yeah, but...there was one name right at the end that was a bit odd.
Ryunosuke:
At the end of the list, you mean?
Gina:
I'm pretty sure the date against it was 31st October.
Susato:
Oh! The day before the inspector was found dead!
Ryunosuke:
So? What was the odd name?
Gina:
It weren't like a name I've ever seen before. It was somefin' like, erm... Nah, it's no good. I can't remember it. I don't think it was an English name, put it that way.
Susato:
Oh dear... What a pity.
Gina:
There was somefin' else, too. I dunno if it matters, but the same name kept comin' up over and over. 'Shinn' it was. Don't s'pose it means anyfin' but...
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
......... Did you say 'Shinn'?
Gina:
......... Eh?! Wot, it does mean somefin'?!
Ryunosuke:
(Lord van Zieks knew the name, too. He mentioned her as well. The woman who actually did the deeds... And now we find out her name appeared in Gregson's secret notebook...)
Your investigations
Ryunosuke:
We haven't seen you for a little while, have we, Gina...
Gina:
Well o' course not! I've been busy, ain't I? Investigatin' an' that. The lads at the Yard are tryin' to trace the boss's movements the day before it 'appened.
Ryunosuke:
The day before... That would be the undercover investigation into the Red-Headed League, then.
Gina:
Only the boss didn't go, did 'e? Ya found some cove wot was pretendin' to be 'im, didn't ya, 'Oddo?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, it was Mr Vigil who actually went to the park on Lime Street that day, posing as Gregson.)
Gina:
Well anyway, you ain't the only one turnin' stuff up. I've got me own ways of gettin' results! When me an' me partner 'ere get together, there's nuffin' we can't track down!
Susato:
Oh, little Toby! He's such a faithful friend!
Ryunosuke:
So...have you tracked anything down, then?
Gina:
Wot d'ya think, eh? 'Course we 'ave! Can't tell you, though. Police business, innit?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
Gina:
Anyway, the point is, if you lot ever need any 'elp... ...you know who to turn to, right? Me an' the 'ellhound 'ere!
Ryunosuke:
Right... (Because he looks oh-so hellish, honest.)
Your investigations (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
We haven't seen you for a little while, have we, Gina...
Gina:
Well o' course not! I've been busy, ain't I? Investigatin' an' that. The lads at the Yard are tryin' to trace the boss's movements the day before it 'appened.
Ryunosuke:
The day before... That would be the undercover investigation into the Red-Headed League, then.
Gina:
Only the boss didn't go, did 'e? Ya found some cove wot was pretendin' to be 'im, didn't ya, 'Oddo?
Ryunosuke:
(Yes, it was Mr Vigil who actually went to the park on Lime Street that day, posing as Gregson.)
Gina:
Well anyway, you ain't the only one turnin' stuff up. I've got me own ways of gettin' results! When me an' me partner 'ere get together, there's nuffin' we can't track down!
Susato:
Oh, little Toby! He's such a faithful friend!
Ryunosuke:
So...have you tracked anything down, then?
Gina:
Wot d'ya think, eh? 'Course we 'ave! Can't tell you, though. Police business, innit?
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...
The hellhound (appears after "Your investigations")
Ryunosuke:
Um, Gina, about your 'hellhound' there...
Gina:
Chief Inspector Toby, you mean? 'E's the pride o' the force, 'e is!
Susato:
In Japanese, 'police dog' means something quite different, and not altogether nice to those involved in crime. But here in Britain, it's a wonderful compliment, it seems! For a canine, at least.
Ryunosuke:
It should be. After all, in the Great Exhibition case the other day... ...it was Toby here who managed to locate Drebber's workshop.
Gina:
Maybe it's time for another demonstration of wot this superdog can do, eh?
Ryunosuke:
(Do we have something the chief inspector could catch the scent of, I wonder...?)
Present Red Hairpiece, Policeman Figurine, Gregson's Pocket Watch, or Inspector's Identification
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well, Chief Inspector Toby, if you wouldn't mind having a sniff of this...
Toby:
...! *Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff* *Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff*
Ryunosuke:
He...might be a little too keen, don't you think?
Toby:
...! Arooooooooo!
Gina:
AAAAAAAAAGH!
Ryunosuke:
(The chief inspector made short work of Gina there.)
Toby:
Woof!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look what he's gone to!
Susato:
Oh my! That trunk clearly still has a very strong scent... ...of Inspector Gregson!
Ryunosuke:
In other words... ...it must have belonged to him!
Gina:
......... Oh alright! It's a fair cop, I s'pose.
Ryunosuke:
And you nearly got away with it, too...
Susato:
You always talk so proudly of Chief Inspector Toby's nose and what it can achieve... Did it not cross your mind that he might identify something that was right next to us?
Gina:
Yeah...that was a bit of a bloomer, weren't it?
Ryunosuke:
That's enough now then, Gina!
Gina:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
I think it's time you told us the truth about that trunk!
Changes "The hellhound" Converse option to "The metal trunk"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well, Chief Inspector Toby, if you wouldn't mind having a sniff of this...
Toby:
...! *Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff* *Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff* Woof!
Gina:
The chief inspector said 'woof' to that, 'Oddo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I heard.
Susato:
I think perhaps...that particular item didn't excite him very much.
Gina:
Ain't you got nuffin' else?
Ryunosuke:
I'll have a think...
The hellhound (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Um, Gina, about your 'hellhound' there...
Gina:
Oh! Ya wanna see another demonstration of 'is amazin' nose, eh?
Susato:
Well, we're trying to trace Inspector Gregson's movements, so...
Gina:
Come on, 'Oddo, wot ya got for 'im?
Ryunosuke:
(Do we have something the chief inspector could catch the scent of, I wonder...?)
Present Red Hairpiece, Policeman Figurine, Gregson's Pocket Watch, or Inspector's Identification
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well, Chief Inspector Toby, if you wouldn't mind having a sniff of this...
Toby:
...! *Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff* *Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff*
Ryunosuke:
He...might be a little too keen, don't you think?
Toby:
...! Arooooooooo!
Gina:
AAAAAAAAAGH!
Ryunosuke:
(The chief inspector made short work of Gina there.)
Toby:
Woof!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look what he's gone to!
Susato:
Oh my! That trunk clearly still has a very strong scent... ...of Inspector Gregson!
Ryunosuke:
In other words... ...it must have belonged to him!
Gina:
......... Oh alright! It's a fair cop, I s'pose.
Ryunosuke:
And you nearly got away with it, too...
Susato:
You always talk so proudly of Chief Inspector Toby's nose and what it can achieve... Did it not cross your mind that he might identify something that was right next to us?
Gina:
Yeah...that was a bit of a bloomer, weren't it?
Ryunosuke:
That's enough now then, Gina!
Gina:
Eh?!
Ryunosuke:
I think it's time you told us the truth about that trunk!
Changes "The hellhound" Converse option to "The metal trunk"
Present anything else
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Well, Chief Inspector Toby, if you wouldn't mind having a sniff of this...
Toby:
...! *Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff* *Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff* Woof!
Gina:
The chief inspector said 'woof' to that, 'Oddo.
Ryunosuke:
Yes...I heard.
Susato:
I think perhaps...that particular item didn't excite him very much.
Gina:
Ain't you got nuffin' else?
Ryunosuke:
I'll have a think...
The metal trunk
Gina:
It, it weren't like that! It, it just weren't!
Ryunosuke:
What are you talking about?
Gina:
I know wot's goin' through that 'ead of yours! But that ain't wot 'appened!
Ryunosuke:
Alright then...what DID happen?
Gina:
Well...like I said before, we were tryin' to trace the boss's movements. So I let Toby 'ere 'ave a whiff o' the boss's overcoat. And as soon as I done that, 'e went off like a shot... ...straight to that Sandwich.
Ryunosuke:
To a sandwich? Not to a bag of chips?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! I believe Gina means the witness!
Ryunosuke:
(Oh, I forgot about THAT Sandwich...)
Gina:
Yeah, 'e 'ad it 'idden between them wooden boards of 'is! The boss's trunk!
Ryunosuke:
You mean, when they heard the sound like a gunshot and all piled in here...
Gina:
Exactly! 'E nabbed it from the scene!
Susato:
Goodness!
Gina:
Me and the chief inspector gave that Sandwich a good grillin', an' ya know wot 'e said?
Sandwich:
I, I thought it might fetch a g-good price, and the chap wouldn't be n-needing it any more, so... B-But that's all I did! Nothing more, n-n-nothing less!
Gina:
Would you Adam an' Eve the cheek of it, eh?! Stealin' the dead boss's stuff to flog!
Ryunosuke:
So Miss Venus wasn't the only one to meddle with the scene of the crime, then...
Susato:
How could they?!
Gina:
So anyway, that's 'ow it 'appened. An' it's a pretty decent trunk, so I figured I might as well make use of it. Is there summat wrong wiv that, eh? Well?
Ryunosuke:
...Maybe you and Mr Sandwich should try to find the answer to that question together.
Present
Armband
Ryunosuke:
You know that this armband is to show that you're a defence lawyer in Japan. Have I told you that?
Gina:
Yeah, defence lawyers... Whose side are you lot on anyway, eh? Tryin' to 'elp criminals get off the 'ook.
Ryunosuke:
Lord van Zieks isn't the Reaper. I firmly believe that, which is why I offered to advocate for him.
Gina:
Yeah, but wot if yer wrong? Wot if 'e really is the Reaper?
Ryunosuke:
...!
Gina:
If it turns out 'e did do it, 'ow are you gonna feel then, eh?
Ryunosuke:
......... I have to believe in my client. It's all I can do.
Gina:
.........
After clearing all Converse options:
Susato:
I think perhaps that trunk should be turned over to the police, don't you?
Gina:
Wot are you on about? I am the police!
Ryunosuke:
Gina...if you wouldn't mind... ...could we maybe examine it?
Gina:
Yeah, alright then. Do wot ya want wiv it.
Susato:
Thank you! We shall make a detailed record of our examination of the evidence.
Gregson's trunk has been entered into the Court Record.
Grrrrrr...
Examine evidence
Gregson's Trunk
Gash on side
Ryunosuke:
Have you seen this huge gash across the side of the trunk here? It's gone right through the leather and into the metal behind.
Susato:
Gosh, for a metal chest like this to have been so badly damaged... Whatever made the gash must have struck the side of the trunk with considerable force.
Ryunosuke:
(I wonder how it happened...)
Bloodstain on side
Ryunosuke:
Look at this dark stain here. Do you think...?
Susato:
Yes, I'm afraid so. I think it's blood.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh, I knew you were going to say that. So that presumably means...
Susato:
...That this was present at the scene when Inspector Gregson was killed. It's the most logical conclusion, yes.
Ryunosuke:
To think Gina's been carrying this around with her... (If you didn't know any better, I suppose it does look like a grease stain from all the fish and chips...)
Latch
Ryunosuke:
(Let's have a look inside...)
Piece of paper
Ryunosuke:
Look, there's something inside!
Susato:
Ooh, let's see... It appears to be a passport...authorising him to travel overseas.
Ryunosuke:
Was Inspector Gregson about to go on a trip abroad, then?
Susato:
Perhaps the date of departure might tell us something. That was... Oh!
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Susato:
It was for travel on 31st October! Just one day before the incident!
Ryunosuke:
What? Really?!
The passport has been entered into the Court Record.
Ryunosuke:
(Gregson went to France the day before his body was discovered...?)
Piece of paper (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
Look, there's something inside!
Susato:
Ooh, let's see... It appears to be a passport...authorising him to travel overseas.
Ryunosuke:
Was Inspector Gregson about to go on a trip abroad, then?
Susato:
Perhaps the date of departure might tell us something. That was... Oh!
Ryunosuke:
What is it?
Susato:
It was for travel on 31st October! Just one day before the incident!
Ryunosuke:
What? Really?! (Gregson went to France the day before his body was discovered...?)
Metal fragment on side
Ryunosuke:
Do you see that? There's something stuck in the side of the trunk there. It's glinting.
Susato:
It looks like a fragment of metal of some sort. But it's wedged in so tightly, I can't remove it.
Ryunosuke:
Well don't cut yourself. You'd better leave it, I think.
Ryunosuke:
What's the matter with Toby? Why's he acting so aggressively towards me all of a sudden?
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo, be careful! It must be the trunk!
Toby:
Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff!
Ryunosuke:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
*Thud!*
Gina:
Toby! Oi! Wot are you doin'?! Yer gonna lick 'is face off!
Susato:
Mr Naruhodo! Mr Naruhodooo! Gina, quickly! Hail a carriage!
2nd November, 4:57 p.m.
Naruhodo's Legal Consultancy
Susato:
Oh, Mr Naruhodo! Are you alright?
Ryunosuke:
...Miss Susato...
Sholmes:
Ah, conscious again at last. A blessed relief, my dear fellow! After all, to drop dead after a moderate licking by a small terrier... Most unseemly.
Susato:
What is or isn't seemly is irrelevant here, Mr Sholmes!
Susato:
I'm so glad there's no lasting damage. How are you feeling?
Ryunosuke:
I'm fine, thank you. Did...you bring me back here? (Ah! What's this on my head? A, a bandage?)
Sholmes:
Sadly we had no ice. So that's a compress of sugar water.
Ryunosuke:
Sugar water?
Susato:
Don't worry, Mr Naruhodo. It's a first-aid treatment that my father taught me.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...thank you.
Sholmes:
So, let us take tea when you're feeling up to it. But of course...no sugar in the patient's cup.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...the bump on my head is throbbing sweetly enough, don't worry.
Susato:
Hee hee. Whenever you feel ready, then...
Examine
Herlock Sholmes
Ryunosuke:
Um...thank you for your concern, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, think nothing of it. I must say I was quite startled... ...when I heard that you'd been attacked by a dog. For a moment, I feared that infamous murderer of so many had come back from the dead!
Ryunosuke:
...You mean, the Professor?
Sholmes:
Fortunately, I see your prized throat is unscathed. That stiff, turned-up collar of yours obviously afforded some welcome protection.
Ryunosuke:
(...Was I that close to death?) All I really remember is the dog licking my face over and over and over again...
Sholmes:
Well, if you wish to avoid such troubles in future, a little mustard spread on the cheeks should do the trick. I should think that would balance the sweetness of your bandage rather splendidly.
Room on Fresno Street
Examine
Gina Lestrade
Gina:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Gina, I'm...really sorry.
Gina:
It's daft, innit? If ya asked me a year ago, the cops could go 'ang for all I cared. But we've gotta 'ave police, ain't we? To catch the bludgers. So us divers can go about our business in peace.
Ryunosuke:
Wait...sorry? I, I don't think I can have heard that properly...
Gina:
'E said 'e was gonna teach me everyfin' I needed to know to be a detective. But all 'e got round to showin' me is where the best flamin' fish 'n' chip shops are!
Ryunosuke:
(Actually, that reminds me... Gregson said he was supposed to be going to Paris in the near future, didn't he?)
Susato:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Is something wrong?
Susato:
Oh...no. I'm sure I'm reading too much into things. It's just that the timing seems very coincidental.
Ryunosuke:
Hm?
Gina:
You know, the boss was actin' a bit strange recently. Like 'e was always in a rush...
2nd November
Sholmes's Suite
Ryunosuke:
......... ...What on earth is going on in here? Am I having a bad dream?!
Sholmes:
Ah, no. It's an old German folk song. Rather a fine rendition, I think.
Ryunosuke:
...That's the least of my concerns.
Susato:
Um...Iris?
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Iris? What's the matter?
Iris:
.........
Susato:
Um...who is that sprawling-I mean, that...relaxed gentleman over there?
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
Iris...? Um... (Is she even listening?)
Sholmes:
Excuse me, sir! I do apologise for troubling you whilst you're singing so merrily, but... ...would you be kind enough to explain the situation?
Ryunosuke:
...Well that worked.
Sholmes:
A crooning gentleman and a mute young girl... A rather tantalising juxtaposition. And one that appears to have incited the gods of deduction within me to find their voices, too.
Susato:
Ah! Mr Sholmes! Do you mean...?
Iris:
.........
Sholmes:
The strains of reasoning within me are playing now as a delightful duet. One melody sings of a reunion full of nostalgia.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
Whilst the other... ...is a morose theme about the great secret you're trying so desperately to conceal, Iris.
Iris:
...!
Ryunosuke:
(She's turned as white as a sheet.)
Susato:
So as usual, you've instantly seen to the very heart of the matter!
Sholmes:
And by the time my own brief performance is over, I feel sure this gentleman's song will reach its finale. So then...to music-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony! Pray, do enjoy Herlock Sholmes's latest 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'!
The Great Deduction
The game is afoot!
Topic 1
Man's Identity
Sholmes:
Firstly, we consider the gentleman's nationality. Clearly he's a German with no grasp of the English language... ...as evidenced by the Germanic song he sings and his apparent inability to understand when asked to desist. So...why is the man here at all, and in such apparently high spirits? The answer of course, Iris...is clearly known to you. Indeed, we need only follow the gaze of those bright, young eyes to unravel that particular part of this mystery.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
The reason for the man's mildly irritating warbling is revealed by the herbal tea! You obviously offered our German guest a cup of your latest herbal blend. The tea's delectable flavour has made the man's spirits soar... ...and resulted in this joyful ditty tumbling incessantly from his lips. I eagerly await sampling the flavour myself, that I may join the fellow in his state of elation.
Iris:
Nnnnnn...
Sholmes:
Now to the next question: Who exactly is this gentleman availing himself so thoroughly of the settee?
Iris:
.........
Sholmes:
As it happens, a number of years ago now... ...a certain gentleman of German origin engaged my services in solving a particularly delicate case. He required the retrieval of letters once sent to an acquaintance, that might have proved...problematic. In order to conceal his noble identity, he also arrived at my office in a mask. The gentleman's name was Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein... ...the King of Germany.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
If my memory serves...the mask worn by this gentleman is identical. Yes, there can be no question! That mask belongs to the King of Germany! It would appear that His Majesty remembers the fine service I afforded him... ...and has decided to show his face again, mask and all, in order to express his gratitude. A well-mannered monarch indeed. Wouldn't you agree, my dear fellow? So the identity of this masked visitor is in fact my former client...the King of Germany! Indeed, his son is currently in London as well, enjoying the wonders of the Great Exhibition.
Topic 1
Man's Identity
Conclusion
The King of Germany
Topic 2
Girl's Silence
Sholmes:
Which leaves us with one remaining imponderable. Yes...you, young Iris.
Iris:
.........
Sholmes:
But your apparently inexplicable silence...is unable to hide the truth.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
Yes, the reason for your muteness is concealed inside that knapsack! A five pound note, I believe. I must say, as your compatriot, I'm deeply saddened. It would appear that you've allowed yourself to be bribed into silence by His Royal Highness. Earning yourself some spending money in exchange for keeping quiet about the King's secret.
Iris:
Nnn...
Sholmes:
And now, the final piece of the puzzle... What is this secret you strive to hide with your silence, Iris? Ah, yes! We need only follow that brief, involuntary twitch of your eyes to find the answer. You were attempting to abscond with that coffee cup! My favourite coffee cup, in fact. Or should I say, the handle of my favourite coffee cup? It appears that His High-Spirited Highness broke it in the midst of his high jinks.
Iris:
Nnn...
Sholmes:
Which leads us to the sad truth... My favourite coffee cup has been broken by the King of Germany - and Iris, you tried to conceal it from me! ...I shall have a bill sent via governmental channels to the German royal family for its replacement.
Topic 2
Girl's Silence
Conclusion
To hide the coffee cup
Sholmes:
Thus concludes Herlock Sholmes's great deduction... of this painful puzzle...
Ryunosuke:
.........
Susato:
.........
Sholmes:
With your silence as well, the fellow's jovial warbling rather rings in the ears, does it not?
Ryunosuke:
Haah...
Susato:
Um, Mr Sholmes... ...I must say something does rather trouble me.
Sholmes:
Pray, Miss Susato, do tell.
Susato:
His Royal Highness... ...doesn't appear to have moved a muscle since we arrived.
Sholmes:
Ah.
Ryunosuke:
And you haven't said a word, either, Iris.
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
If Mr Sholmes has it all right, you might as well own up to it now.
Iris:
.........
Sholmes:
...Your reasoning isn't entirely without substance, I must admit.
Ryunosuke:
And...one other thing, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Yet another grievance, Mr Naruhodo? Surely not.
Ryunosuke:
Well, I actually read the story of that case recently. The one you were just describing. And according to that at least, it wasn't the King of Germany, it was the King of Bohemia.
Sholmes:
......... Goodness, was it?
Susato:
Yes, that's quite true. Master Gotts, the prince, testified to that in court. In his words, 'I have come to see the Great Exhibition all the way from my home in Bohemia.'
Sholmes:
......... I would ask you to keep that minor error to yourselves. ...It could easily become quite a scandal.
Susato:
I believe, Mr Naruhodo... ...that it's our turn now to make some corrections to a number of minor errors that may have slipped in.
Ryunosuke:
Yes, even Mr Sholmes is willing to admit he might be slightly wide of the mark this time. (Although it's clear that Iris is definitely hiding something. We need to find out the truth behind this mysterious scene!)
Sholmes:
But one truth is incontrovertible. My favourite coffee cup is no more... So...shall we embark again... ...on a joint presentation of Herlock Sholmes's 'Logic and Reasoning Spectacular'?
Course Correction
Hold it, Mr Sholmes!
Topic 1
Man's Identity
Conclusion
The King of Germany
Sholmes:
Firstly, we consider the gentleman's nationality. Clearly he's a German with no grasp of the English language... ...as evidenced by the Germanic song he sings and his apparent inability to understand when asked to desist. So...why is the man here at all, and in such apparently high spirits? The answer of course, Iris...is clearly known to you. Indeed, we need only follow the gaze of those bright, young eyes to unravel that particular part of this mystery.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
The reason for the man's mildly irritating warbling is revealed by the herbal tea!
Ryunosuke:
So what, it's some mix of herbs that gives you the urge to sing?
Susato:
Goodness... I should like to try some.
Ryunosuke:
And I'd like to hear your singing, but this man... Just how long does he intend to keep up with that tune, do you suppose?
Susato:
As I said, he's been stock-still the entire time. And if you look closely... ...his lips aren't moving either.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Susato:
So I'm not sure what's actually responsible for the spirited singing. But I suspect the answer lies at the end of Iris's gaze.
Examine herbal tea
Ryunosuke:
Well, the cup's empty, that's for sure. So I suppose this mysterious gentleman must have drunk the contents.
Susato:
Iris's special blends are quite delicious, I agree. They always make my heart sing. So I can understand wanting to vocalise those feelings, certainly. In fact, Mr Naruhodo, you often erupt in boisterous laughter after drinking Iris's tea.
Ryunosuke:
(I do? Maybe I should take some lighter laughter lessons from Susato-san in the near future...)
Examine mask
Ryunosuke:
We, we know this mask!
Susato:
Oh! You're right!
Ryunosuke:
So...does that mean...? No, surely not! It couldn't be...could it?
Susato:
No, it's most definitely not him.
Ryunosuke:
Oh, no...of course it's not. ...Thank goodness. But then, why is this gentleman now wearing it?
Susato:
I'm afraid once again, I really have no idea.
Examine gramophone
Ryunosuke:
Wait, this...
Susato:
...Is a gramophone, still rarely seen in our own country.
.........
Susato:
The sound certainly appears to be coming from the horn.
Ryunosuke:
But machines singing! That, that can't be right!
Susato:
Science and technology are changing the world rapidly, Mr Naruhodo. What's right is changing, too.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...it's too much for my brain.
Susato:
Well, at least we've found our answer.
Present gramophone
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"The reason for the man's mildly irritating warbling is revealed by the gramophone!"
Present herbal tea
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Who else could brew a tea so delicious that it makes you want to sing? And such a long and curious tune, too! Clearly this melody can only be... ...the famous Iris Wilson's 'Bohemian Rhapso-tea'! She really is the queen of blends.
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? ((I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"The reason for the man's mildly irritating warbling is revealed by the herbal tea!"
Present mask
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
I've encountered somebody else whose behaviour became very strange indeed whilst wearing this. Because this particular mask...has some curious power to corrupt people's minds! Which is exactly what's happened to this gentleman!
Sholmes:
Then I would say this calls for a demonstration, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
Wha...?
Sholmes:
Pray, put on the mask and show us what peculiar things it makes YOU do! ...You have us on the edge of our seats!
Ryunosuke:
...Sorry, I'm far, far too shy.
Leads to:
"The reason for the man's mildly irritating warbling is revealed by the herbal tea!"
The reason for the man's mildly irritating warbling is revealed by the herbal tea!
Susato:
The song starts to get inside your head after a time, doesn't it? But...is he really singing it?
Ryunosuke:
You're right. And if you look closely... ...the man's mouth is open, but his lips aren't moving at all. The gentleman...couldn't be a waxwork, could he?
Susato:
One step at a time, Mr Naruhodo. Let's identify the source of the singing first.
Ryunosuke:
(...I thought that was an insightful suggestion.)
Ryunosuke:
The reason for the man's mildly irritating warbling is revealed by the gramophone!
Sholmes:
Indeed! For no well-bred gentleman would break into an obscure folk song when making a social call. In other words, this gentleman isn't singing at all. In fact... ...it would appear that the fellow is unconscious!
Iris:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Ah. The music seems to have stopped now.
Sholmes:
I ask you, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Sholmes:
Why would I have purchased a recording of that gibberish?
Ryunosuke:
How should I know...?
Sholmes:
Well, never mind. On with the deduction! Who exactly is this gentleman availing himself so thoroughly of the settee?
Iris:
.........
Sholmes:
As it happens, a number of years ago now... ...a certain gentleman of German origin engaged my services in solving a particularly delicate case. He required the retrieval of letters once sent to an acquaintance, that might have proved...problematic. In order to conceal his noble identity, he also arrived at my office in a mask. The gentleman's name was Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein... ...the King of Germany.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
If my memory serves...the mask worn by this gentleman is identical. Yes, there can be no question! That mask belongs to the King of Germany!
Ryunosuke:
Although we've already established that it was actually the King of Bohemia.
Susato:
It seems Mr Sholmes intends to persist with his Germany theory for some reason.
Ryunosuke:
Come to think of it, the young prince was wearing a mask as well, wasn't he?
Susato:
Master Gotts? The young boy whom you had in tears?
Ryunosuke:
Don't remind me...or anyone else.
Susato:
Do you suppose all members of the aristocracy of mainland Europe wear masks?
Ryunosuke:
I'm sure they do. ...Well, probably, anyway. The point is, that mask doesn't belong to any king.
Susato:
No, that's right. As we well know. Because we can identify the true owner of this mask!
Present Kazuma Asogi profile
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, there can be no question! That mask belongs to Kazuma Asogi!"
Present anyone else
Ryunosuke:
Sholmes:
...Who?
Ryunosuke:
Ah! I, I just thought this might be the mask's true owner, but...
Sholmes:
Not as far as I'm aware. Now remind me, who are you again?
Ryunosuke:
Sorry?
Sholmes:
I do my best to forget those who so spectacularly hamper my logic and reasoning. Make your exit, please! Leave the deduction limelight to those who deserve it, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(I thought you'd forgotten my name...)
Leads to:
"Yes, there can be no question! That mask belongs to the King of Germany!"
Yes, there can be no question! That mask belongs to the King of Germany!
Susato:
We of all people should know that mask.
Ryunosuke:
That's right. After all, it's been here on the coffee table for some time now. Although how it came to be there, I really don't know, actually...
Susato:
Let's not worry about that little detail for now. The point is, we ought to be able to clear up the matter of who owns the mask very easily!
Ryunosuke:
Yes, there can be no question! That mask belongs to Kazuma Asogi!
Sholmes:
In other words! My memory is sublimely unreliable!
Ryunosuke:
...Only you could try to make that sound positive. Kazuma's mask has been languishing on this metal chest for several days. Though that doesn't explain why the gentleman is wearing it now...
Sholmes:
But it is now a simple matter to determine our guest's true identity. After all, the gentleman is unconscious. We need only excuse ourselves in advance, gently lift the mask and peer beneath it.
Ryunosuke:
......... I, I don't believe it...
Susato:
AAAAAAH! F...Fa... Father!
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
I'm afraid, Miss Susato, you must be mista-
Susato:
No! ...I think not, Mr Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Then it would appear our logic and reasoning has once again revealed the truth. This mysterious visitor...
Susato:
...Is my unconscious father...Yujin Mikotoba!
Ryunosuke:
Logic and reasoning? ...Or just looking and saying?
Topic 1
Man's Identity
Conclusion
The King of Germany
Yujin Mikotoba
Solved
Topic 2
Girl's Silence
Conclusion
To hide the coffee cup
Sholmes:
Which leaves us with one remaining imponderable. Yes...you, young Iris.
Iris:
.........
Sholmes:
But your apparently inexplicable silence...is unable to hide the truth.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
Yes, the reason for your muteness is concealed inside that knapsack!
Ryunosuke:
So that's a five pound note poking out from Iris's knapsack, is it?
Susato:
Oh dear, I can't be sure. Most money that we encounter is in coin form.
Ryunosuke:
I know. I'm not even sure if we've seen any banknotes here in Britain at all, have we?
Susato:
But anyway! Father would never have paid money for Iris's silence!
Ryunosuke:
...He certainly seems like the silent type himself, though, judging by his present state. (There must be some other reason for Iris's silence, I suppose.)
Susato:
Perhaps what Iris is trying so hard not to give away with her eyes... ...is something entirely different!
Examine knapsack
Ryunosuke:
Now I think about it... ...Iris always wears that little bag on her back, doesn't she?
Susato:
Yes, that's right. Though it's easy to forget about it because you can't see it from the front. There are two little felt dolls attached to it as well.
Ryunosuke:
...Are there? I had no idea. I don't remember ever seeing them before. ......... Is it possible there's always a five pound note poking out from her bag that I just haven't noticed before, too?
Susato:
......... I couldn't say with absolute certainty, but I think... it's unlikely.
Examine Persian slipper
Ryunosuke:
This slipper features in 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes', doesn't it?
Susato:
It does! When I first saw it there on the mantelpiece, I very near fainted with excitement!
Ryunosuke:
Doesn't Iris keep her elevenses in there?
Susato:
...Yes, that part was never mentioned in the stories.
Ryunosuke:
We could swap it for the Japanese equivalent of a slipper for fun. In other words, for a wooden geta sandal.
Susato:
But then it wouldn't be possible to hide anything inside!
Ryunosuke:
(Which matters because...?)
Examine metal chest
Susato:
This metal chest? It contains important documents, doesn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Yes. Details of all the cases Mr Sholmes has worked on over the years... ...written up by Iris's father, if I'm remembering correctly. Iris insists that the chest is kept locked at all times. She's never once shown me inside.
Susato:
Well, its contents are invaluable to her, I suppose. And entirely irreplaceable. But look at it now... The catch is unlocked for once.
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (So it is!) ......... That's hard to ignore.
Susato:
......... Very. I've never seen that chest unlocked before, in all the time we've been staying here at Baker Street.
Present metal chest
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason for your muteness is concealed inside that metal chest!"
Present knapsack
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the reason for Iris's silence can only be... ...hidden inside the bag she has on her back! It's a sizeable bag...for a sizeable secret!
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? ((I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason for your muteness is concealed inside that knapsack!"
Present Persian slipper
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Obviously the real reason for Iris's silence now is given away by this Persian slipper! The truth is, even though it's a famous item from one of your most famous mysteries, Mr Sholmes... ...Iris hasn't been treating it with the respect it deserves. She's secretly been hiding chocolates inside it!
Sholmes:
And I've secretly been eating them! A symbiosis that I'd thank you not to disturb, Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
(...How have I ended up being the person at fault here?)
Leads to:
"Yes, the reason for your muteness is concealed inside that knapsack!"
Yes, the reason for your muteness is concealed inside that knapsack!
Ryunosuke:
If Iris is refusing to talk, it's surely because she's trying to hide something. So all this must be related to some secret she has.
Susato:
Well I certainly don't wish to force her into revealing something she'd rather keep to herself.
Ryunosuke:
But that might mean your father never opens his eyes again!
Susato:
...Don't you think that might be a little melodramatic?
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the reason for your muteness is concealed inside that metal chest!
Sholmes:
An excellent observation. For upon closer inspection, there is something different about the chest's appearance. It's kept locked at all times, yet now...the catch is open.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
Evidently, this has something to do with your refusal to speak, Iris.
Iris:
Nnn...
Sholmes:
But it's a simple enough matter to incite you to speak, I'm sure.
Ryunosuke: [sic]
I merely need open this chest...
Sholmes:
Here we go...
Iris:
Nnnnnnnnn! NOOOOOO! Hurley, don't!
Ryunosuke:
M-MR SHOLMES!
Susato:
MR SHOLMES!
Iris:
HURLEY!
Ryunosuke:
......... He's dead...
Susato:
Never!
Iris:
Oh Hurley... I told you not to open it.
Ryunosuke:
Ah...so you've found your voice now, Iris.
Iris:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
In other words...what just happened clearly reveals the truth here. Yes, the real reason for your silence until now is...
Susato:
This is somewhat different to the usual 'dance of deduction' you perform with Mr Sholmes, isn't it?
Ryunosuke:
Well, he's left me alone on the ballroom floor, so I'm going to have to dance this next part solo. And anyway, I need to get to the bottom of this, for my own peace of mind. Now then...Iris isn't usually the silent type, so...
Susato:
You mean you don't actually know the answer yet? Despite that knowing point of the finger before.
Ryunosuke:
......... Miss Susato... ...sometimes a man needs to point his finger first and think later.
Susato:
Oh. Well...if you say so. I think we'd better examine Iris more closely and try to rescue the situation, then!
Examine skirt
Ryunosuke:
Iris always dresses in these frilly clothes, doesn't she?
Susato:
I've always thought this skirt is rather delightful.
Ryunosuke:
It's pretty sizeable with all those frills. Sizeable enough for a sizeable secret!
Susato:
...You seem to be rather fond of that idea. But you certainly can't go investigating further.
Ryunosuke:
(Does it look like that's what I was thinking?)
Examine knapsack
Ryunosuke:
For some reason, this knapsack is really standing out as suspicious to me today!
Susato:
Oh, is it?
Ryunosuke:
It's quite sizeable enough for a sizeable secret, that's what I say!
Susato:
Perhaps it is. But we certainly can't open it up to look inside without Iris's permission.
Ryunosuke:
...No...you're right. Who knows what might pop out and punch us?
Examine key
Ryunosuke:
That's a key she's holding, look. I'm sure that wasn't in her hands before, was it?
Susato:
No, you're quite right. It's appeared...as if by magic.
Ryunosuke:
That's strange... A big, old iron key... (Where did it materialise from?)
Present key
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"Yes, the real reason for your silence until now is...that key behind your back!"
Present skirt
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Clearly the reason you've said nothing all this time, Iris, is because you're hiding something in your frilly skirt. And what sizeable frills they are...for a sizeable secret!
Susato:
A typical answer of yours, my dear fellow...being wide of the mark by a sizeable margin.
Ryunosuke:
M-Miss Susato, what are you...?
Susato:
Well, you've been left alone on the dance floor, as you say. So I'm trying to fill Mr Sholmes's shoes.
Ryunosuke:
Well...you've certainly captured the cutting sarcasm.
Susato:
Oh, of course! I nearly forgot...
Ryunosuke:
You really didn't need to capture that part, though.
Leads to:
"Yes, the real reason for your silence until now is..."
Present knapsack
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Clearly the reason you've said nothing all this time, Iris, is something to do with what's in your knapsack. It's a sizeable bag...for a sizeable secret!
Susato:
My dear fellow, you would appear to be rather caught up in that idea!
Ryunosuke:
M-Miss Susato, what are you...?
Susato:
Well, you've been left alone on the dance floor, as you say. So I'm trying to fill Mr Sholmes's shoes.
Ryunosuke:
Well, it's, um...very refreshing.
Susato:
Oh, but of course! I nearly forgot...
Ryunosuke:
You don't need to imitate every move, you know...
Leads to:
"Yes, the real reason for your silence until now is..."
Yes, the real reason for your silence until now is...
Susato:
How wonderful to hear Iris's voice again.
Ryunosuke:
It's just a shame it took Mr Sholmes being thrown across the room to make it happen.
Susato:
Oh, that gives me an idea... If we threw you across the room as well, she might talk some more!
Ryunosuke:
(...Iris made a sudden movement just before she spoke that's playing on my mind. I think we'd better have another good look around, whilst trying not to be too rude by staring at her.)
Susato:
Yes, do try to be sensitive, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes, the real reason for your silence until now is...that key behind your back!
Iris:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
When Mr Sholmes was thrown into the air before... Just before you called out to try to stop him, you slipped something out of your mouth. That 'something' is the key now in your hands. No doubt the key to the chest.
Iris:
You're so... You're so clever, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
So now it becomes clear. Thanks to Mr Sholmes's graphic demonstration... ...we can well imagined what happened here.
Iris:
B-But...
Ryunosuke:
Professor Mikotoba also opened that metal chest only to be punched into the air... ...and land sprawled on the settee.
Susato:
But, wait! That doesn't explain all the facts. What about the stylish scarf...and the cup of tea. And above all... ...why would he be wearing Kazuma-sama's mask?
Ryunosuke:
Well, for those curious details...I can think of only one explanation. Clearly an unbelievable miracle took place in this room. Isn't that right, Iris?
Iris:
...!
Ryunosuke:
Consider how the room was arranged before this whole painful experience took place. When Professor Mikotoba opened the chest, completely unaware of what awaited him inside... ...the mask was flung into the air just as he was, only to land neatly on his face when it fell back down. And the teacup's journey through the air ended when it caught on the unconscious professor's finger.
Susato:
You, you mean to say that the stylish scarf...
Ryunosuke:
...is actually just a tablecloth. This is the great detective's office, after all - a place of miraculous deductions. Would you expect anything less?
Iris:
......... Yes. You're right. It happened exactly as you said. ...Brilliant, Runo!
Ryunosuke:
Thus concludes Ryunosuke Naruhodo's great deduction... of this punchy puzzle!
Iris:
So then...why don't I make a fresh pot of tea for us all?
Sholmes:
Objection!
Sholmes:
An admirable performance, Mr Naruhodo. But in the final act of the show there, you rather missed everything of importance.
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Sholmes!
Sholmes:
If you would cast your mind back to my earlier deduction... Iris...clearly you're hiding a great secret.
Iris:
Ah!
Ryunosuke:
...She is...? (From the look on her face... ...Mr Sholmes must be right. Whatever that great secret is...the cat isn't out of the bag yet.)
Sholmes:
So I put it to you again... You were attempting to abscond with that coffee cup!
Susato:
It really is a shame about Mr Sholmes's cup.
Ryunosuke:
It must have been smashed when Professor Mikotoba opened the chest.
Susato:
Oh dear...so many things seem to have been broken here.
Ryunosuke:
But now that the deduction has taken a different direction... ...Iris doesn't seem to be trying to hide the broken cup any more.
Susato:
In other words, her great secret is something else.
Ryunosuke:
(Let's put our observational skills to work here one final time then...)
Examine coffee cup
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes's favourite cup...
Susato:
Or what's left of it. Just the handle.
Ryunosuke:
It was obviously hurled into the air along with Professor Mikotoba. If only it had been this cup that had caught on his finger before it hit the floor.
Susato:
Yes... But anyway, whatever Iris is trying to hide... ...it's clearly not this handle.
Examine case file
Ryunosuke:
Ah! Look! There, there seem to be more papers there... (Is Iris trying to hide them underneath the tray?)
Susato:
The, the insignia, Mr Naruhodo! It's an official Scotland Yard document!
Ryunosuke:
What? But...why would Iris have...?
Susato:
We must ask her!
Ryunosuke:
(An official Scotland Yard document...)
Examine knapsack
Ryunosuke:
Surely this time - at last - the knapsack is going to be the answer!
Susato:
...I'm really not sure why you're so intent on showing Iris's bag to be complicit in these events.
Ryunosuke:
Because! It's a sizeable bag, big enough for a sizeable-
Susato:
Big enough to carry things around, Mr Naruhodo! That's what bags are for.
Ryunosuke:
...So...the knapsack might never see the limelight, you mean?
Susato:
...I really wouldn't like to say.
Present case file
Ryunosuke:
Leads to:
"You were attempting to abscond with that case file!"
Present coffee cup
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
Yes, it's Mr Sholmes's coffee cup. That's what Iris was trying to leave with, before anyone noticed it was broken. But she doesn't appear to be making any attempt to shield it from view.
Sholmes:
Mr Naruhodo, with that answer you haven't righted my reasoning in any way.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, that's true.
Sholmes:
As a logician, you will never surpass me. The science of deduction and analysis requires long and patient study. I'm several steps ahead of you. And your attempts to correct me serve only to highlight your deficiencies.
Ryunosuke:
Ugh...this is what you get for agreeing with someone? ((I need to reconsider my answer, then...)
Leads to:
"You were attempting to abscond with that coffee cup!"
Present knapsack
Ryunosuke:
Ryunosuke:
If Iris was attempting to sneak away with something else, then she must be hiding it somewhere. And as far as I can tell... ...there's really nowhere else she could conceal anything but in that bag.
Sholmes:
Perhaps you'll allow me to offer an opinion here. As far as I can tell...much like that bag, your deduction doesn't hold water, my dear fellow.
Ryunosuke:
I wasn't suggesting she was trying to make off with a bag full of water.
Sholmes:
Indeed. That would be madness.
Leads to:
"You were attempting to abscond with that coffee cup!"
You were attempting to abscond with that coffee cup!
Ryunosuke:
We were very nearly taken in completely by Iris then, weren't we?
Susato:
It's rather charming that you could be deceived by a ten-year-old girl, I think.
Ryunosuke:
...I don't think it was only me.
Susato:
No, you're right.
Ryunosuke:
I think what Iris is hiding... ...must be extremely important somehow. Don't you?
Susato:
...Yes.
Ryunosuke:
(We're so close now! This great deduction is within our grasp, I'm sure!)
Ryunosuke:
You were attempting to abscond with that case file!
Sholmes:
Iris...as you know very well... ...nothing escapes the attention of a great detective!
Iris:
Oh no...
Ryunosuke:
We visited Scotland Yard's autopsy laboratory earlier today. And Dr Gorey informed us... ...that the autopsy report of Klint van Zieks had gone missing.
Sholmes:
Klint van Zieks... Hm, yes, I do seem to recall... ...that some years ago I asked to see the report in question. You were with me, weren't you, Iris?
Iris:
I... I...
Ryunosuke:
You mean...it...was you, Iris...? So those papers you have there are...?
Iris:
I'm sorry... FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEE!
Topic 2
Girl's Silence
Conclusion
To hide the coffee cup
To hide the case file
Solved
Deduction CompleteElementary!
Sholmes:
In truth... ...I would like to have thought I could have predicted the booby-trapped chest. But it caught me completely off guard. I was very nearly the 'late' consulting detective Herlock Sholmes.
Iris:
Ugh... I'm sorry, Hurley.
Ryunosuke:
So you mean, this autopsy report really is...
Iris:
Yes, I took it from the lab. Even though I knew it was very important.
Susato:
Was there something in it that troubled you, Iris?
Iris:
......... Not exactly something that troubled me. Something I'd been looking for. When I saw this report... When I saw the writing in it... ...I knew it was Daddy's.
Ryunosuke:
The, the writing...?
Susato:
Your father's writing? What do you really mean?
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
...Iris? (It must be something that's hard for her to talk about.)
Sholmes:
Forgive me for interrupting, my dear fellows...
Ryunosuke:
Mr Sholmes! What is it?
Sholmes:
I feel as though the poor unconscious gentleman on the settee has been somewhat forgotten.
Susato:
AAAH! F-Father!
Sholmes:
Perhaps we should find our guest somewhere more peaceful to rest? Mr Naruhodo!
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Sholmes:
Would you be so kind as to lend him your bed? We must do our very best to make him comfortable, I feel.
Ryunosuke:
Oh...yes, of course. I'll help you carry him up.
Susato:
So will I!
Sholmes:
No no, I can manage alone, thank you. You have tea to enjoy. We wouldn't want Iris's brew to stew.
Ryunosuke:
(...Because there's no better way to make the professor comfortable than dragging him upstairs like a trunk.) I wonder... (Perhaps that was deliberate. Maybe Mr Sholmes is making himself scarce to give Iris the chance to talk more freely...)
Susato:
We must use this opportunity to talk with Iris... ...and find out what's going on!
Converse
Your daddy
Ryunosuke:
Would you like to tell us about it, Iris? About your father.
Iris:
I'm sure I told you before, didn't I? That Daddy used to be Hurley's partner.
Susato:
Yes. And that notes about all the cases they solved together are kept inside that metal chest.
Iris:
That's right. Hurley told me, you see. He said that Daddy's somewhere far away now, so we can't meet.
Ryunosuke:
(That's one way of describing it.)
Iris:
Then, when I secretly unlocked the chest and read through the papers inside... ...I started to build up a picture in my head of what Daddy must be like.
Ryunosuke:
Well, that's only natural.
Susato:
You're just like any other girl of your age.
Iris:
I read that Daddy was a professor of medical science, so I studied and took my degree, too.
Ryunosuke:
W-Well, that's only natural...I suppose.
Susato:
In that respect, you're not quite like any other girl of your age, though.
Iris:
But...there was one thing that I could never find out. Daddy's name.
Ryunosuke:
Ah!
Iris:
His name wasn't anywhere on any of the notes that he'd made about his work with Hurley. But then one day...
Ryunosuke:
That's what happened, is it? When you saw this autopsy report, you finally managed to work it out. Is that right?
Iris:
Yes.
Ryunosuke:
(So it was the handwriting in the report that caught her eye.)
The autopsy report
Iris:
When I saw the writing on that report, I could hardly believe it. 'I know that handwriting,' I thought to myself.
Ryunosuke:
Because it was the same as the writing you'd seen on your father's case notes?
Iris:
Exactly. I was desperate to compare the two properly. I needed to see them side by side. I asked the doctor in the laboratory, but I was told I couldn't take the report away. And even worse, I was told that was the first and last time we'd be allowed even to look at it there.
Ryunosuke:
So you decided...to steal it.
Iris:
......... When I compared the autopsy report with the case notes I had here... ...there was no doubt. The handwriting was exactly the same. It was Daddy's.
Susato:
And the signature of the coroner at the bottom of the autopsy report...
Ryunosuke:
...Read 'Dr John H. Wilson'.
Iris:
So that's how I finally found out. I learnt Daddy's name at last.
Ryunosuke:
I see...
Iris:
Ever since then, I've called myself Iris Wilson. And that's also when I had the brilliant idea... ...of writing stories all about Daddy's exciting times with Hurley. I decided there and then that I'd write 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes'!
Susato:
Oh, Iris... I had no idea the stories had quite such a deep personal significance for you.
Ryunosuke:
(I can see why the autopsy report was so important to her now. And why she was prepared to break the law to get her hands on it.)
Present
Anything
Ryunosuke:
Iris, about this piece of evidence...
Iris:
.........
Ryunosuke:
(She's not in the mood to talk at the moment, then. ...I suppose that's understandable.)
After clearing all Converse options:
???:
I must apologise...Iris.
Iris:
...!
Sholmes:
This is really all my fault.
Iris:
Hurley...?
Sholmes:
I made a promise, you see. That until the time was right... ...I'd keep the details about your father a secret.
Iris:
I know... I've been very naughty. I'll take the autopsy report back to Dr Gorey and apologise, I promise!
Sholmes:
Yes...we'll go together, I think.
Susato:
Then...let me look after it for you until we get there.
Klint's autopsy report has been entered into the Court Record.
Iris:
......... I must go and water my herbs, I think! I'll see you all later.
Ryunosuke:
(Poor Iris... She must be feeling awful. I know Mr Sholmes is here for her, but still...)
Susato:
Aaaaaah! Wha...? H-How...? What's the meaning of this, Mr Sholmes!
Ryunosuke:
...Mr Sholmes...?
Sholmes:
Oh dear me. So...you've noticed, I see.
Susato:
But... That, that would mean...
Ryunosuke:
What on earth's the matter, Miss Susato? You've turned as white as a sheet.
Susato:
It's this autopsy report, Mr Naruhodo. The one from ten years ago. The writing... ...isn't Dr Wilson's at all.
Ryunosuke:
Huh? Wh-What do you mean? How could you possibly know that?
Susato:
Because! I know this writing very well! This writing... It's my father's!
Ryunosuke:
Wha... WHAAAAAAAAAT?! Professor Mikotoba's?!
Sholmes:
Indeed. It's true. And...now you know, my dear fellows!
Ryunosuke:
N-No! I don't know anything! What on earth does all of this mean, Mr Sholmes? (Because the idea that's slowly forming in my mind... ...it's just too extraordinary to believe!) Please! You have to explain!
Converse
The autopsy report writing
Ryunosuke:
So...this autopsy report was actually penned by Professor Mikotoba then? But that makes no sense! It's not possible, surely?
Sholmes:
Not possible? My dear fellow! Pray, take a deep breath and think again.
Susato:
Yes, you're right. In some ways... ...it actually makes a great deal of sense.
Ryunosuke:
It, it does?
Susato:
Ten years ago...is when Father returned to Japan after his extended study tour in Britain.
Sholmes:
And prior to his return, where was Dr Mikotoba engaged?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, of course! He was an assistant in Dr Wilson's laboratory, learning about forensic science.
Sholmes:
And as an assistant, he would have aided with the dissection work, making detailed notes... ...which would be assembled into the full autopsy report. Once the work was complete, the head coroner would check the contents and put his signature on the document.
Susato:
In other words, the only writing of Dr Wilson's in the report would be his signature at the end.
Ryunosuke:
I see... So Iris got the wrong end of the stick, you mean? She saw that, and assumed the whole report had been written by Dr John H. Wilson.
Susato:
Which is very understandable, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(What a complicated situation...)
The details of Klint's autopsy report have been updated in the Court Record.
The autopsy report writing (subsequent times)
Ryunosuke:
So...this autopsy report was actually penned by Professor Mikotoba then? But that makes no sense! It's not possible, surely?
Sholmes:
Not possible? My dear fellow! Pray, take a deep breath and think again.
Susato:
Yes, you're right. In some ways... ...it actually makes a great deal of sense.
Ryunosuke:
It, it does?
Susato:
Ten years ago...is when Father returned to Japan after his extended study tour in Britain.
Sholmes:
And prior to his return, where was Dr Mikotoba engaged?
Ryunosuke:
Ah, of course! He was an assistant in Dr Wilson's laboratory, learning about forensic science.
Sholmes:
And as an assistant, he would have aided with the dissection work, making detailed notes... ...which would be assembled into the full autopsy report. Once the work was complete, the head coroner would check the contents and put his signature on the document.
Susato:
In other words, the only writing of Dr Wilson's in the report would be his signature at the end.
Ryunosuke:
I see... So Iris got the wrong end of the stick, you mean? She saw that, and assumed the whole report had been written by Dr John H. Wilson.
Susato:
Which is very understandable, of course.
Ryunosuke:
(What a complicated situation...)
Your partner
Ryunosuke:
Thinking about it... ...most of what we know about you, Mr Sholmes, comes from the published stories of your exploits.
Susato:
Yes, 'The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes' written by Iris.
Sholmes:
.........
Ryunosuke:
And we really have no way of knowing... ...what's fact and what's fiction.
Sholmes:
Most troubling for you, my dear fellow, I'm sure.
Ryunosuke:
So what about this supposed partner of yours? Did he really exist or not?
Sholmes:
Ah, you've come straight to the point, I see.
Susato:
...And please come straight to the answer!
Sholmes:
I believe Iris explained it in one of her instalments. He was a trusted comrade, and the only person I could truly have called a friend.
Susato:
And did this partner of yours truly make a record of all your cases? Are his notes really stored inside that metal chest?
Sholmes:
Absolutely, my dear madam. Absolutely.
Ryunosuke:
So...where's your partner now?
Sholmes:
......... We rarely meet. You see...he lives on the other side of the world.
Susato:
...!
Ryunosuke:
But if this autopsy report and the records of all your old cases were penned by the same hand... ...and if the autopsy report was written - though not signed - by your famous partner... ...there would be only one logical conclusion.
Sholmes:
Pray, impress me.
Ryunosuke:
Your partner would have to be Yujin Mikotoba. In other words...Miss Susato's father.
Sholmes:
......... 'Pon my word, Mr Naruhodo...
Ryunosuke:
Yes?
Sholmes:
You are coming along wonderfully. You have hit upon the method at last! You've finally grasped the art of deduction!
Ryunosuke:
You, you mean to say...?
Sholmes:
Allow me to introduce you... ...to my great friend and partner...Mikotoba.
Ryunosuke:
P-Professor Mikotoba!
Changes "Your partner" Converse option to "Sholmes and Mikotoba"
Sholmes and Mikotoba
Susato:
Does, does this mean... ...that you're the real Dr Wilson?!
Mikotoba:
No no no! My dear, I'm still my old self: Yujin Mikotoba, your father!
Susato:
Oh! Of, of course...
Ryunosuke:
(This is obviously too much for Susato-san to take in.)
Mikotoba:
I must say, though... ...how my old friend has attained world-wide celebrity as a great mystery-solver is the greatest mystery of all!
Sholmes:
I still remember the first time we met... Ah, pray remind me...when was it again, Mikotoba?
Mikotoba:
Sixteen years ago, Sholmes.
Sholmes:
Ah yes, quite! Sixteen years ago!
Mikotoba:
I'd just arrived from Japan with Seishiro and Genshin. I was in search of lodgings close to the hospital. Some comfortable rooms at a reasonable price.
Sholmes:
But rents are devilishly high in that particular area.
Mikotoba:
That's right. So I decided I needed someone to share lodgings and the expense... ...and was fortunate enough to be introduced to Sholmes who found himself in a similar situation.
Sholmes:
I was a callow fellow back then. A mere shadow of the great detective you see before you now. I was working at the hospital's chemical laboratory at the time, indulging my curiosities for little gain.
Mikotoba:
And the situation of our cohabitation led to us pursuing cases together, you see. Hard to believe it was a mere six years. We had a great many adventures.
Sholmes:
But in the last year of Mikotoba's stay in Britain, that most infamous of cases presented itself. The case with which you've become rather familiar yourselves: the Professor killings.
Mikotoba:
After the trial...Seishiro and I were summoned back home.
Ryunosuke:
Hardly surprising, given the circumstances.
Sholmes:
So there you have it. And as you know, all the details recorded by my trusty chronicler remain in that metal chest.
Ryunosuke:
(This is just amazing! Professor Mikotoba really IS Mr Sholmes's famous partner!)
Susato:
......... Father.
Mikotoba:
G-Goodness, my dear. What a cutting look!
Susato:
As your daughter, I'm very proud to learn that you were the great detective's great partner. But nevertheless... ...there's another mystery that I really must ask you to explain now.
Mikotoba:
And, and that is...?
Susato:
You know very well what it is. The unresolved matter of Iris's father!
Ryunosuke:
Ah! (Of course! I'd almost forgotten about that one!)
Mikotoba:
......... I should have seen this coming, I suppose...
Iris's father (appears after "Sholmes and Mikotoba")
Susato:
Iris told us... ...that all the notes about the great detective's adventures that are in that metal chest... ...were written by her father. Isn't that correct, Mr Sholmes?
Sholmes:
That is indeed what I told young Iris.
Susato:
But if you're Mr Sholmes's partner, Father, and you wrote all those case notes... ...then Iris's father...must be you!
Mikotoba:
Ah!
Susato:
......... 'Pon my word, Miss Susato... You are coming along wonderfully as well. You, too, have hit upon the method at last! You've finally grasped the art of deduction!
Mikotoba:
Wha...!
Susato:
What you've always told me, Father... ...is that my mother died when I was born sixteen years ago. And you left me in Grandmother's care whilst you embarked on your study tour of Britain. And I've always accepted that. But... ...all this about Iris...
Ryunosuke:
(Ooh, there it is! Susato-san's ice-cold stare!)
Mikotoba:
No! Now hold on a minute! It, it was very complicated. I mean! It's, it's really not what you think!
Susato:
Then perhaps you'd like to explain exactly what it IS?
Ryunosuke:
(...There it is! Now the eyes go from ice-cold to red-hot, just before she...)
Mikotoba:
No really! You've, you've got the wrong end of the stick! Sholmes! Say something, man!
Present
Red-Headed League Article
Sholmes:
'To the Red-Headed League'... The advertisement certainly draws one's attention, wouldn't you agree?
Ryunosuke:
It does. Although the best I could do to fit in would be some lipstick, I think.
Sholmes:
You should partake yourself, Mr Naruhodo! 'To the Caught Red-Handed League'... What do you think? As a defence lawyer, it could be an excellent way to net more clients.
Ryunosuke:
Yeees...I can think of two problems.
Sholmes:
Oh? Pray tell...
Ryunosuke:
Well firstly, all of these new clients would therefore be criminals. And secondly, I would have to pay each of them four pounds a week.
Sholmes:
Well, one gets nothing for free in this life, Mr Naruhodo. You should know that!
Anything else
Ryunosuke:
Um, Mr Sholmes, about this...
Sholmes:
My dear fellow, without wishing to sound rude... ...I'm currently in the middle of a very important blink. Perhaps some other, more convenient time, hm?
Ryunosuke:
...Is there a set time for your 'important' blinks, or are they an all-day affair? Just so I know...
After clearing all Converse options:
Sholmes:
That's quite enough, my fiery fellows!
Ryunosuke:
M-Mr Sholmes? (When did he get all dressed up?)
Sholmes:
Whilst I don't like to interrupt this exciting exploration of the past... ...Mikotoba and I have an urgent matter that requires a short excursion.
Susato:
But it's very late, Mr Sholmes. Where must you go?
Sholmes:
Why, my dear madam, is that not obvious? My partner and I must pursue our natural enemies! So, get your coat, Mikotoba! The game is afoot!
Mikotoba:
B-But, Sholmes. I really must give Susato a full explanation, I think.
Sholmes:
Later, my dear fellow, later. Our carriage awaits downstairs already.
Mikotoba:
......... You haven't changed one iota, have you? I mean really. I visit our home after ten long years... ...and when I open that chest in a fit of nostalgia, I quite inexplicably pass out. And as if that wasn't enough, when I eventually regain consciousness, I'm plunged straight into all this!
Susato:
Father, please...go with Mr Sholmes now.
Mikotoba:
Wha...?
Susato:
I've no doubt that whatever happened, you were acting in everyone's best interests. I trust you. Completely.
Mikotoba:
Susato...
Susato:
And sending the great detective and his great partner off on renewed adventures together... ...is more than I could have hoped for in my wildest dreams!
Mikotoba:
......... Very well, then. We'll speak again later.
Sholmes:
So...I believe your own work is done for the day. I wish you the best of luck for tomorrow.
Mikotoba:
Yes, Naruhodo. Good luck in battle. ...And in reaching a decision.
Ryunosuke:
(A decision? About whether to go back to Japan, I suppose...)
So much happened that day that I barely knew what to do with myself. It would only be later that I'd come to realise... ...how amidst the chaos I'd unleashed... ...were all the clues I needed to finally unearth the truth. And that all the turmoil was necessary... ...to give me the resolve to see everything through.
End
Examine insignificant area on evidence
Ryunosuke:
I can't find anything out of place.
Nothing to examine during investigation
Ryunosuke:
(Nothing particular of note...)
Too many errors during Logic and Reasoning Spectacular
Deduction Failed
I can see nothing.